Patty O'Green

OAOAST HeldDOWN~! We enjoy the sounds of “I Like” by Katy Rose before being attacked by the logo! NO FIREWORKS! NO NOTHING! NO TRIPLE C! JUST GET TO THE HOT ACTION! COACH WELCO..... "Black" kicks in over the Richmond sound system, and the fans boo as the #1 contender to the OAOAST Title, Hoff, steps onto the stage! CABOOSE There he is. COLE Are you going to do that long introduction again? CABOOSE You bet Coachman's ass I am. Folks, here he is, the next World Heavyweight Champion, the future of our industry, the-- COACH It's Hoff! Caboose stops in mid-sentence. The cameras cut to Sofa Central, where Caboose slowly turns and looks at Coach...and EATS HIM!! Caboose inhales Coach like Kirby! Then he spits him out! CABOOSE S'right, wanker. You didn't know I could do that. Cole looks on, horrified. CABOOSE What? COLE Nothing. Ladies and gentlemen, just in case you've been living under a rock somewhere, this man, Hoff, will challenge Crystal for the OAOAST World Title this Sunday at World Without End. COACH Oh, man, that's gonna be one hell of a match, but I got to go with my girl Crystal to retain! CABOOSE No way, tastycakes. Hoff is unstoppable right now. This is his destiny. Hoff walks down the aisle with a purpose, not stopping to acknowlegde the fans. He rolls into the ring, and he does climb to the second rope, raising an arm and saluting the crowd. Through the boos a few cheers can be heard. COLE Maybe a few Hoff fans here tonight! COACH Well, Hoff has been a very different man since becoming the #1 contender, and some say it's for the better! CABOOSE I don't. What's with all this not hitting Crystal? I don't get it. Hoff asks the timekeeper for a microphone. The crowd quiets down pretty quick. HOFF ..... Hoff holds the microphone to his lips but says nothing. COACH What's he saying? CABOOSE Nothing! Don't make me eat you. COACH Gaywad. CABOOSE !!! Hoff lowers the microphone and actually smiles... COLE That's the first time we've seen him smile in a while. Hoff shakes his head, before picking the mic back up. HOFF You know...for the first time in my life I'm at a loss for words. COACH The moderator? CABOOSE Oh, that guy sucks. COACH You don't know the half. CABOOSE Ba-zing~! Hoff shakes his head. HOFF It's like my old buddy, Chris Stevens, used to say. I'm past the point of talking; I've said all I need to say. This Sunday I'll let my actions do the talking. A few cheers pass through the crowd as Hoff continues. HOFF I just want to make sure Crystal is 100% ready for what's in store. Crystal, for the last three weeks I've watched tape, I've studied you in every possible way...and I've trained myself to become faster, more agile, and smarter. I've learned new moves and new holds. This Sunday, all of you will see a very different Hoff. And if that's a Hoff who's more concerned with competiton than chairshots, well...then that's the way it is. The last remark draws a few more cheers out of the crowd! CABOOSE What is this?! HOFF Because I've realized something lately, and that's that what's really important to me is respect. See, I'm not saying that I want to be Mr. Nice Guy...and I'm certainly not saying that I'm above laying someone out from behind. "BOOOOOOO" HOFF But what really drives me has always been proving that I'm the best at what I do...and there's no better place to do that than (pointing at the mat) right here. So if I'm a "changed man"...then I accept that. But changed or not, come Sunday, you will all be welcomed to the future. The crowd pops in an odd mix of cheers and jeers...then only cheers as "Set It Off" blares through the speakers!! COACH AWWWWW YEEEEAH!! CRYSTAL IN THE HIZZOUSE~!!!~!~! CABOOSE We need to sedate him. COLE Agreed. The Richmond crowd EXPLODES as the OAOAST Champion, CRYSTAL, steps onto the stage, mic in hand! Crystal raises her arms and soaks in the fans' cheers before walking to the ring! CRYSTAL You just had to work the catchphrase in, didn't you? Hoff chuckles, and Crystal flashes a smile. The champ climbs up the ring steps. CRYSTAL Well, Hoff, I've got to tell you something. Crystal steps into the ring, and stands face-to-face with Hoff. CRYSTAL I've seen you, these past few weeks. Hoff nods. CRYSTAL I've seen you watching tape, and I've seen you taking notes. Hell, everyone has. You've been at the arenas all day, just watching film. And, I've seen you working out. I've seen what you're doing in the ring. It's good. You've become better. And I've got to say...you're not the same guy you were a month ago. Crystal takes a step back and begins to pace. CRYSTAL See, a month ago, I thought you were just a guy with an ego problem. One more arrogant tough guy on a list of 'em. I didn't take you seriously as a challenger, because I didn't see you as a threat. Now, I'd be a fool not to see you as both. The fact remains, that Hoff...I don't like you. You've done some awful things here, and I'm not just going to forget that. And I'm gonna fight you like hell on Sunday, and I will beat you, Hoff. You can count on it. "CRYS-TAL!" "CRYS-TAL!" "CRYS-TAL!" CRYSTAL But nobody, nobody, can say you're not ready. And if somehow, you beat me...no one can say you didn't earn it. Crystal nods, and offers Hoff her hand...and he accepts!! CABOOSE WHA~?! NO!! The fans go BANANA as champion and challenger shake hands-- VOICE NOW WAIT JUST A DAMN MINUTE!! COLE What the hell? COACH It's Zack!! "Getting Away With Murder" drowns out anymore mutual respect between the Female Phenom and Hoff, as the former World Champion enters the picture. Even Hoff is surprised to see his stablemate, but Malibu walks to the ring with a purpose, holding a mic in his hand and scowling at the two people in the ring. Malibu enters, and eyes Crystal before turning to Hoff, and extending a hand. Hoff reaches for Malibu's hand to shake, but Zack pulls away! ZACK Uh uh. I didn't put it out for you to shake it. Hoff, perplexed, asks Zack what he's talking about. ZACK I said I don't want you to shake it. What I want you to do is bite it. COLE Uh... CABOOSE Easy killer, I think I know where he's going with this. Keep your fetishes at home. Hoff rolls his eyes and asks again if Zack said what he thinks he just said, as Crystal steps back. ZACK You heard me. Bite it. BITE IT! Zack waves his hand in front of Hoff's face, and the big man steps back, trying to sway Malibu's arm away. Zack stops, and Hoff asks what the hell he's doing...THEN GETS SLAPPED ACROSS THE FACE! COACH YO~! ZACK Oh, NOW you don't want to bite it? All you've been doing is biting the hand that feeds you, you son of a bitch! I bring you in, I give you a home. Protection. Hell, you should feel priveleged to sit in the same room as me and have me talk to you, but NOW...NOW you think you're above it all? You think you're above me...and you go after HER? More importantly, you go after MY BELT? I... CRYSTAL Whoa, Zack, back up. YOUR belt? Sweetie, this belt, if you recall, became mine when I made your metro ass cry for mercy at Angleslam! *Huge crowd pop. Even Hoff snickers.* CRYSTAL The way I see it Zack, is that it's finally getting to you. All the pressure, all the expectations you feel you have to live up to...face it Zack, you can't handle the fact that I'm a bigger star than YOU! *Another huge pop. Malibu is incensed.* ZACK YOU? YOU think you're a bigger star than ME? DO YOU KNOW WHO... CRYSTAL I KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND YOU SUCK, OK! "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah!" Malibu frowns, putting William Regal's facials to shame. CRYSTAL Zack, you've lost it. You've lost your mind, your grip on reality, your title, and now you're in danger of losing your friends. Everything has to be the way YOU want it? Guess what...things change. You don't have a deathgrip on this promotion anymore. The OAOAST has the Female Phenom to rely on now. As for Hoff, the respect he shows makes him eligible for a shot at this belt. God knows why he's hanging with you when he's twice the man you are! Malibu flips, and confronts Crystal. Hoff tries to ease him back, but Malibu shoves his stablemate away, stunning Hoff! Zack points a finger in Hoff's face, talking down to him, until Crystal gets in the middle of it, and all three are reaching a boiling point! COLE My God, this could ignite at any moment!! CUE: "Down With the Sickness" OOOH-AH-AH-AH-AH!! *BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM* The fans pop HUGE as the HI-YAH World Champion, AXEL, makes his way on stage! CABOOSE God, what is this, open mic night? Axel STRIKES DA CRUCIFIX POSE on the stage, then raises a microphone to his lips. CABOOSE God, it IS open mic night. Horrible. AXEL Welcome to my world. And you're all in it now. The crowd pops! CABOOSE What does that EVEN MEAN?!?! COLE Settle down. AXEL Zack, now I know, you want to fight Crystal. And by the look of it, you want a little piece of your buddy boy Hoff there. But you forget...I want a piece of YOU. Axel scowls at the fuming Malibu. AXEL See, Zackary, despite that *BLEEP*sucker Ragdoll's best efforts, I'm still standing, and I'm definitely lookin' for a FIGHT! Russell Crowe's got nothing on this Aussie. So why don't you tear your preppy, yellow ass away from the lovefest there, and you and I'll have us a brawl? "AXEL!" "AXEL!" "AXEL!" "AXEL!" Suddenly, the AngleTron lights up with the smiling visage of Bill Watts!! CABOOSE What the hell does HE want? WATTS Well, first of all, I want YOU to shut up, Caboose! Caboose's eyes go wide. COACH Oh, SERVED~! You got PUNK'D~! CABOOSE Arg. WATTS Now. It seems to me there's a situation here that needs resolving. So tonight, it's gonna be a tag match. We're gonna have Axel and Crystal... The crowd cheers as both Axel and Crystal nod. Axel smiles at the prospect. WATTS Versus Zack Malibu.... Zack rolls his eyes.... WATTS And RAGDOLL!!! COLE WHAT?! The fans pop HUGE as Zack can't believe it! Zack shakes his head and screams "NO!" at the Tron, but Watts nods. WATTS Oh, yeah, Zack, you better believe it. That's how it's gonna be. Now...you kids play nice. The image fades off the AngleTron as Zack grabs his head. COACH WOW! COLE I can't believe it! Axel and Crystal against Zack Malibu and...Ragdoll?! COACH Well it's-- HEY! Suddenly, Ragdoll appears from behind the entranceway and assaults Axel from behind! Ragdoll shoves Axel down and mounts him, throwing furious blows! But suddenly AXEL reverses the situation and pummels Ragdoll! The two brawl, as in the ring, Zack Malibu looks hard at Hoff...then at Crystal...then leaves the ring! Malibu sprints up the aisle, and gets into it with both Axel and Ragdoll! The three men all get to their feet, and brawl all the way to the back!! COLE What an explosive situation! Both Hoff and Crystal look down the ramp...then suddenly back at each other. They lock eyes, their jaws set... COACH Oh man, now THIS could explode!! But Hoff simply walks to the ropes and hops over them, landing smoothly on the outside. Hoff points at Crystal, and holds up three fingers. Crystal holds up her belt as Hoff walks to the back...and "Set It Off" blares again as Crystal makes her exit to a big ovation. COLE What a way to kick off HeldDown! A huge announcement! Crystal and Axel vs. Malibu and Ragdoll?! Unreal!! But we've got even more than that tonight! GPX hooks up with the Muses! I'll interview Holly-Wood and Bill Watts has made a tag team match with Chris Stevens and Drek Stone taking on a team of two other guys who's name I forget! CABOOSE Wasn't the point of getting rid of Northstar and Abe Vigoda to do away with the worn out authority figure character that's bogged down pro wrestling since the year 2001? If we're just to keep the role of a figurehead can't we have someone entertaining do it? COACH Silence! Josh Matthews is doing stuff! I want to see! Backstage, Josh Matthews is poised for another breath-taking, heart-stopping interview, when he hears two voices from down the hallway. “You suck!” ”No! You suck!” “You suck!” “Screw you, fanboy!” Josh and the cameraman take off down the hall, hoping to not miss a minute of the action, only to find two fans face-to-face, screaming at the top of their lungs. “OH YEAH, WELL YOUR MOTHER!” ”YOUR MOTHER!” “What is GOING ON HERE!?” Josh finally interrupts, throwing his tiny frame between their bodies. The two fans are shocked, and rightfully so. “It’s Josh Matthews! WOW!” They both bellow in unison. ”I’m James” says the one on the right. ”And I’m CHRIS!” the second one bellows. “That’s all well and good, but what are you doing back here?” “We’re wrestlers!” They both yell, but Josh sees through the ruse. “I highly doubt you two are professional wrestlers. Hell, even I could beat you.” “Nah not me, but I’m sure you could beat James.” “What! You bastard! He could easily beat you!” “Nuh uh, you are a wimp!” “You are!” “You are!” “You are!” “You are!” The two continue, and Josh can do nothing but spin his head back and forth. “Boys, boys…you don’t belong back here, you are FANS! Not wrestlers! News flash, alright?” Matthews is suddenly jolted by something off screen. “Great! We are going to have security escort you to the parking lot?” “PARKING LOT BRAWL!” The two scream, and James pounces onto Chris, wildly throwing punches. Chris recovers, however, and rolls James onto his back before returning the shots. Security follows as the two roll down the hall toward the exit, leaving a befuddled Josh Matthews in the now empty hallway, the sounds of the two men echoing in the background. “Uhm, back to you in the booth, I guess?” (BACK TO TRIPLE C) COLE Fans, don't forget World Without End is this Sunday -- Halloween night -- on pay-per-view. The event is already sold out, so be sure to call your local cable or satellite provider -- if you haven't already done so -- to order now! Our next match features the men who'll face the Global Party XChange for the the OAOAST World tag team championship at World Without End, the New New Midnight Express, managed by James E. Cornette. The Global Party XChange will also be in action later tonight, facing The Muses. Both teams gearing up for a showdown this Sunday, live and only on pay-per-view. CABOOSE Personally, I can't for World Without End. Not only will the New New Midnight Express defeat those party punks, GPX, but Hoff will beat the ovaries out of Crystal and, in the process, become the new OAOAST Champion. COACH Hoff better be ready to rise to the occasion 'cuz I know my girl is ready to go. The usual: "Chase" hits, fans boo, NNMX strut to the ring. BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, already in the ring, from Europe, "Scottish" Scott & "Irish" Danny Boy, the E.U. Their opponents, from the Darkside, weighing 465 pounds, Jim Cornette presents "Sarcastic" Simon & "Narcissistic" Ned, the New New Midnight Express! COLE As the #1 contenders to the OAOAST tag team championship head to the ring, let's hear some previously recorded comments from Jim Cornette & the New New Midnight Express. The HeldDOWN~! logo flashes past the screen, settling in the lower left hand corner as the logo morphs into a shot of Jim Cornette & the NNMX standing in front of a OAOAST banner. CORNETTE Last week "Cowboy" Bill Watts threw us a curve ball by booking us in a match against a couple of my old rivals, the Rock 'n' Roll Express! These guys have followed me all over the place: the NWA, WCW, Smoky Mountain Wrestling, the World Wrestling Federation, and then the OAOAST. But like their esstem predecessors, "Sarcastic" Simon & "Narcissistic" sent those two punks home as losers. My next trip ought to be to a retirement home, that way they'd follow me in and get caught trying to following me out, as the orderlies would think two of the senior citizens got too stimulated Sweatin' to the Oldies. If it wasn't for the fact the Rock 'n' Roll Express, particularly Ricky Morton, needed the money to pay off those toothless hogs they call wives and support all those kids they've fathered that would make Shawn Kemp sterile, we would of waltz our way to World Without End. Because on Halloween night, the New New Midnight Express will square off against the most popular tag team in the OAOAST, the World tag team champions, the Global Party XChange. Scotty & Johnny, you two punks better understand being popular doesn't guarantee victory; just ask Al Gore. You see, the last time GPX & the New New Midnight Express wrestled each other one-on-one, the NNMX took their gold. Since GPX knew they couldn't win the belts back one-on-one -- and because Bill Watts has it out for me -- OAOAST promoters signed a 3-Way TLC match at AngleSlam, a match clearly suited to the Global Party XChange's strength, to regain the titles. But what goes around, comes around. Just two weeks ago the New New Midnight Express gave you guys one helluva beating. This isn't summer or ski school, and I'm not Dean Cameron. It's gonna be wrestling school, with your teachers "Sarcastic" Simon & "Narcissistic" Ned, at World Without End. Lightning doesn't strike twice? It will on Halloween. We're walking out with a treat -- the OAOAST World tag team championship. The box fades away, and we're back to a wide shot of the ring, where both teams are stretching before the bell rings. COLE Jim Cornette very confident his team will recapture the tag titles Sunday night on pay-per-view. CABOOSE Why wouldn't he be confident? The NNMX defeated GPX for those very belts two months ago on HeldDown. All the pressure is on the Global Party XChange, who have yet to defeat -- with the exception of their fluke victories over Black T & the 3-Way TLC match at AngleSlam -- the tougher crop of tag teams that have surfaced in the OAOAST in the last 6 months. One-on-one, they're 0-3 against Hell's Hitmen, 1-2 against Black T, and 0-1 against the New New Midnight Express. COLE If it weren't for the brutal beating the NNMX gave Hell's Hitmen, they wouldn't be getting a shot at the tag team titles. COACH Say what you want -- and God knows the Coach does just that -- but you gots to admit James E. is one helluva manager. OAOAST promoters took their sweet booty time giving the NNMX their return match, so they took it. * DING DING DING * Simon & Ned go right after "Scottish" Scott & "Irish" Danny Boy, backing them against the ropes and hammering them with punches, chops and kneelifts. "Sarcastic" Simon clotheslines Danny Boy to the canvas. "Narcissistic" Ned whips "Scottish" Scott to the ropes. DROPTOE HOLD, followed by the ELBOW DROP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD. Ned rams Danny into the ringpost, then throws him over-the-top rope to the floor. Simon & Ned hit the FLAPJACK on Scott. Simon heads to the top. ROCKET LAUNCHER! 1... 2... 3! BUFFER The winners: the New New Midnight Express! COLE A very impressive win for Jim Cornette's New New Midnight Express, as they head to World Without End. CABOOSE You want to go backstage, or to break? COACH Surprise me. (SURPRISE!)

Hey whoever was writing the main event, it would be nice if you could send it to me! Thanks!

Uh-uh. Ur steppin wrong, candy cane. Laguna Beach is hella tight. Did you see the last ep? Where Stephen went nuts on Kristen? What a dick! He's cute but he's not that cute. I would've made like Snoop and gone upside his head!

If you want anything on the show, then, like today might be a good day to send it in! You crazy horse fucking mother fuckers.

All the guys on that show dress like me. Quit steppin on my sexy stylez, fuckers!

Say what?!

And I knew you'd say that, candy cane. Ya'll are easy.

I knew you were going to say that! On the bright side, you did get the fourth most heel heat of anyone on the show.

The OAOAST brought its brand of hard hitting, take no prisoners action to the nation’s capital of Washington DC! While presidential candidates, John Kerry and Geroge Bush were arguing like bitches, the OAOAST superstars were settling their differences like men, in the battle field! In the opening contest, Gunner Sharps bested Christopher Cain to retain his 24/7 belt. The finish came when he top rope splashed Cain right through a table that was covered with thumbtacks. On site authority figure, Rick Martel (unless he’s dead, then the authority figure was Headbanger Thrasher) came out to introduce the participants of the triple threat match that will determine who gets a world title shot at the end of the night. First came Calvin, then Zack Malibu was brought out. The fans didn’t get the hint and were actually shocked to see Hoff introduced as the third competitor. Calvin and Zack seemed to work out a deal where Zack would pin Calvin. But Hoff broke up the pin. From there it was your usual triple threat match, with Hoff pinning Calvin. Afterwards, it looked like Zack and Hoff were going to come to blows but Calvin held them apart. Black T and Jivin Jr took on The Love Doctors and Nurse Mikey (Michael Cole in a skimpy female nurse uniform). Black T won when Jivin Jr made Nurse Mikey tap out to a bare ass stinkface. The Global Party Exchange beat The Muses to retain the tag team titles. Fatal Four way match for the X title. Blurricane Vs Chris Stevens Vs Leon Rodez Vs Sly Sommers. Sly was the first to exit stage left after getting pinned by Chris Stevens. Revenge would come quick as several minutes later Sly returned to KO Stevens with a steel chain. Rodez pinned him with ease. Unfortunately there would be no winner as Rodez and the wacky superhero fought to a time limit draw. The crowd responded by chanting “Bullshit.” Alix beat Candie in a bikini contest by default when Candie refused to come out due to "skin issues". Alix admitted to replacing Candie’s body oil with something called “purple rain” that turned Candie’s skin purple. Drek Stone came out for a promo. He belittled the Washington crowd, informing them that they were nothing but “a suburb of Baltimore ” and that the reason they were “stateless” was because no one wants the “murder capital of the world in their state.” Drek was kind enough to state that he felt sorry for whoever won the Presidential election because then they’d have to live in Washington DC for four years. He then went on to say that he had footage of Panther paying Mad Cappa to tap out...BUT, his VCR ate the tape. Panther came out to a huge pop, to defend DC’s honor and his integrity. He challenged Drek to match. Drek agreed but said because he was wearing street clothes it had to be a street fight match. Even though Drek got the match he wanted, he still lost! Sorry! The NNMX beat The Parka and Jude. Main event time! Crystal beat Hoff. Or did she? Just as it looked she was going to score the winning pinfall, The Franchise, Zack Malibu ran down and broke it up! The ref immediately called for the bell. With the match officially over, Zack and Hoff went to town on Crystal. But who should make the save but Axel! Axel clears the ring of the two goons! The world title match was turned into a tag team match which Crystal and Axel won! Biggest pops 1.GPX 2.Crystal 3.Panther 4.Axel 5(tie). Nurse Mikey and Alix’s Wonder Woman bikini (people in DC have odd fetishes. Trust me.) Biggest Heat 1.Black T 2.Hoff 3.X title match getting a time limit draw 4.Drek Stone 5.Chris Stevens

That's the show! It's better then "The OC"! Patty Promise!

Hey Malibizzle, you ever watch Laguna Beach on MTV? Shit's hot.

Boo! The Lindsay Lohan song makes all those others look stupid! And I ain't talkin mad stupid neither.....

Aww yeah, Hoff's down!!! I thought I'd have to wait for Zack to come into the thread for someone to pick up on it. When I hear that song I ain't changing the dizzle. Yeah she's an actress.

What the hell did I post up above? The image isn't showing up. Why can't they back up off me? Why can't they let me live?

I do tape them. HEY! I'll pay you money to send me a tape of Hang Time! Do you have any USA High?

It is? How is "heroic, preppy babyface" the same as "paranoid, psychotic, egomanical heel"? Writing the matches is the same. Just with random tirades. No its not on DVD.

I’m missing Dharma and Greg to write you clowns feedback. NEVER! From Saint Louis city to Saint Charles county, we puttin it down for the 314 and the 636. Anywho, you should totally return! Actually the show was better then okay. It just wasn’t as good as last week, which is why we have less feedback. When we have one amazing show, the follow up show is a bit of a let down and feedback is poor. The Funeral segment from Tony was excellent. He’s put a lot of work into NNMX and its paid off! They went from getting only one vote in the OAOAST interactive poll to being one of the more entertaining teams in the tag division. I’m not terribly familiar with the Rock N Roll Express, but I’m guessing they were an okay team back in the day. Probably just okay. Nothing special. Good Bryants/Tethers match. It’s a good thing PFL doesn’t believe in having a gazillion and fifty spaces between pinfalls or that match would’ve stretched like a million posts! Is Sean Bryant injured permanently? Will we not see that character any time soon? Drek insinuating that Panther paid Cappa money to submit was pretty cute. But then that pussy Bill Watts had to cock block the accusation. Fuck him. At least he made a ladder match. Those are always fun. Well not always. But most of the time. I guess a ladder match between a blind bunny and a dead shark wouldn’t be very fun. Unless the blind bunny was Daredevil and the dead shark was Ghost Rider. Everyone likes a Hoff promo! Even former Los Angeles Kings coach and current ESPN analyst, Barry Melrose likes a Hoff promo! Hoff again told Crystal what it is, what it will be and what it ain’t. Crystal smells like my socks. Chris Stevens Vs Phoenix. I WAS PHOENIX! For one day. Still a good match up. I don’t know how my masquerading as the masked jobber would have an impact on the quality of the match. I don’t get why Parka (the character) was all pissed. Like isn’t JAE saving Blurricane’s life? But mister tough guy has to cop a fucking attitude about it like Cain and JAE shot his dog and pissed in his flower bed! Excuse me? Patty wouldn’t play that shit 4 nothing. You can get your own life saving serum and keep walking. Ya’ll don’t roll up on Patty like that. Patty rolls up on you with the glock on patrol. Get shot if ya don’t slow your role. The mainevent. I wrote it (Zack wrote his promo). It turned out much better then I thought. When I first created Holly many many moons ago, she was just supposed to be a henchwoman to Northstar and never ever talk. At first she wasn’t even his step sister, and I think I had them kiss on “camera”. We’ll just pretend that never happened. Once Northstar became GM, I was forced to give some kind of personality so I stuck her with the step sister role. She was still pretty boring. I’m not sure how she got to this current point. Its probably because I always wanted a sociopathic step sister who hated when people touched her. I was very lonely as a boy. Chicks Over Dicks has the best record in the tag division. They do because they really only fight the lower card teams and stay away from the teams that I’d actually have to job them to. Zack’s heel character is easy to write. It’s the same as his face character only with tirades and negative adjectives thrown in.

Although he probably won't read this I should wish a happy belated b-day to my former stable mate KingPK! Is that Phoenix guy or whatever no longer a normal jobber?

This show was okay. Tony's segment stood out for me.

Tony La Russa. He spoke at my high school graduation. He did. Think about that. He told a story about tossing salad. It was very strange. More later. Feedback that is. Not La Russa.

Someone who is not I, write a pay per view preview! Oh, yeah if someone wants to call the mainevent of the show they can, but there's a catch

The sorrowful twang of Avril Lavigne’s “Nobody’s home” slips out of the arena sound system. When the intensity of the song picks up, the entrance doors part and Chicks Over Dicks make their way out from the back! The two women are met with a huge pop! BUFFER The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall..now making their way to the ring from Beverly Hills and West Hollywood respectively, KRISTA ISARODA DUNCAN, ALIX SPEZIA....CHIIIIICKS OVER DIIIICKSS! COLE THICK AZZ ALIX SPEZIA IS A BAD MUTHA’FUCKA~! PERFECT AZZ FOR SHORT SHORTS! COACH Damn it, Mikey. Just because you don’t have a personality to speak of doesn’t mean you can bite mine! Step off! Alix and Krista walk towards the ring. Ever the attention whore, Alix starts to pose for a few pictures but Krista barks at her to hurry up. CABOOSE Chicks Over Dicks, has the best record of any tag team. But that’s only because they’ve never faced the likes of Black T or Black T or Black T. They also haven’t faced Black T before. They feast on weaker groups like the Frankenstieners, the Skulls, the Muses and pad their record that way. COLE Tonight they aren’t even fighting a real team. Alix and Krista have to take on Holly-Wood and a partner of her choice. Next Sunday, Alix and Holly go up against each other in the first ever Trick or Treat match. The exact second Chicks Over Dicks hit the ring, their music is interrupted by Holly-Wood’s bombastic entrance tune “Let’s go” by Trick Daddy! BUFFER And their opponents, introducing first, from Hollywood, California.....HOLLY-WOOOOOODDDD!!!!! Wearing a yellow mesh top, with a black bra, short yellow hot pants with long black leggings, and latex gloves, Holly lazily walks out from the back. She carries a microphone. She makes a slashing gesture and the music is cut out. COLE Holly-Wood is on top of the stage. Looks like she’s about to say something. HOLLY-WOOD Originally when this match was signed, my partner was to be Logan Cowabunga Mann. But he pussed out. Actually, he didn’t want to be part of this match because he said his feelings of friendship for Krista were to strong and prevented him from fighting her. Whatever. I don’t care. A guy’s who level of success can’t even match that of Latoya Jackson’s country music career isn’t who I want in my corner. I need someone who’s got more gold then Flava Flav’s mouth. Someone who could obliterate this company with a snap of his fingers. What I need is natural born winner, a franchise.....I need......Zack Malibu! (The crowd remembering the numerous run-ins Holly had with Zack’s girlfriend, Candie and Zack’s brutal beatdown of Northstar are put into a state of shock!.) COLE Woah! HOLLY-WOOD Yeah, yeah, yeah. I hear your gasps. I see how you might not understand me. You think I’m selling out my little brother? Maybe, you even think I’m....crazy? COLE Perish the thought. COACH Shut up, Poindexter! HOLLY After what Zack did my baby brother, how the hell could I ever bring myself to share the same earth with him? Simple, it’s what Zack did to my sweet little brother that makes him the perfect partner. He’s ruthless, vile, heartless and cold blooded. He’s perfect. My brother, Edward or Northstar as you call him, can’t even walk. His jaw was wired shut for three months! His knee was torn to bits by Zack Malibu! The doctor said it was the most gruesome sports related injury he had seen in his forty years of treating athletes. This is the same doctor that treated Kris Draper after Claude Lemieux rearranged his face with a plane of plexiglass. Zack has caused my family an insurmountable amount of pain, but its small time compared to what Alix did. Alix, you can’t even begin to comprehend the amount of hurt my family endured thanks to you. Dumping my brother on national TV? What the fuck is wrong with you? There must be nothing but a block of ice where your heart used to be. I want you to imagine how humiliating that was for him. For me. For my family. He stayed up all night all night crying and tearing up pictures of you and wondering where he went wrong. But did you care? Did anyone care? Of course not! Because you’re all just selfish, unfeeling, emotionally void ass holes. Well I don’t need you! And soon I won’t even see you because if anyone can make you feel the pain you’ve caused, its Zack Malibu. Papa Roach's "Getting Away With Murder" hits, and the fans speak out in hatred for the former World Champion as he comes out to the ramp, standing side by side with Holly. Holly hands him the mic, and a much-too-happy Zack takes it, ready to speak his piece on the situation. ZACK Holly, thank you very much for those kind words. You see people, THIS is what I ask for from you, but none of you are capable of it. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Holly-Wood has nothing but respect for the man that saved this company, the man that keeps the money coming in...ME! She knows how to differentiate a winner from a loser. She watched me spill Northstar's blood on live television, sending him packing to some Club Med resort, but still, still she comes to me and says that what REALLY bothers her is what that bitch in the ring did to him. Alix, you and I have quite the past, and although I should have thanked you for running that glorified groupie Alison back to home to her parents and that butcher of a brother of hers, what happened back then has no bearing on what happens tonight, which will simply be an ass kicking to the nth degree. Hell, I don't consider you competition...you're more of a warm-up. You two girls remind me of someone, although I can't quite put my finger on it... Immediately, the crowd begins chanting "Crystal", Zack's most hated rival, who reigns as the OAOAST World Champion, a title she defeated Malibu for this summer. ZACK Yeah, yeah that's it. Go ahead, chant her name, but do you see her giving me the rematch I deserve? NO! NO! She tucked tail and ran! So tonight, Alix and Krista...tonight you die for her sins! This is your day of reckoning for all grievances from both Holly and I. All I can say is that you need to prepare yourselves quickly, because pain and agony are imminent. Malibu drops the mic, and he and Holly head down to the ring, urged on by Chicks Over Dicks as they remain calm, even eager to lock up with Holly and her surprise partner. The match starts off with Krista Isadora Duncan and two time world champion Zack Malibu. Zack lunges at Krista, but stops right as he reaches her face. It’s a clever intimidation tactic but Krista won’t fall for it. The two wrestlers circle each other, never once parting their gaze for an instant. Zack shoots in on Krista! He goes behind her and ducks down. He pulls her legs out from under her and drops her down with a double tag down! Zack stays with her and bends over to pick her up! But she spins her body around and kicks him square in the face! The Rhode Island born superstar staggers backwards. Clutching his face, he loudly questions what Krista’s doing. Zack comes back at a now standing Krista with a rage filled forearm! Krista drops to the ground and brings Zack down with her with a drop toe hold! Needless to say the temperamental wrestler is furious! He slams his hand on the mat and his nostrils flare wildly. Krista swings over on him, and grabs him into a side headlock. Due to having an obvious strength advantage over Krista, Zack is able to lift himself off the mat with the hold still applied. He presses his palms against Krista’s lower back and shoves the blond starlet to the ropes. Krista runs the ropes and comes back with a dropkick! Zack catches her legs and drops her to the mat in a wheelbarrow setup! He lifts her up for a wheelbarrow suplex, but she counters it into a bulldog! BAM! The top of Zack’s head is driven into the mat! Zack rolls over on his back felling a stinging sensation in his head and in his pride. Krista drops on top of him for a pin! 1 KICK OUT! Zack pushes himself to his feet, coughing a bit as he stands up. Krista grabs hold of his arm and whips him into the ropes! No! Zack reverses it! Krista runs back to him and he slams her to the mat with a hard powerslam! Despite Krista’s low body weight the force of the blow shakes the ring! Instead of hooking the leg and going for a pin, Zack stands up to reassure himself of his own greatness. “I AM THE FRANCHISE! I BUILT THIS FED! YOU ALL ARE NOTHING!” Not only does Zack’s taunting draw a hefty amount of boos from the fans but it also eliminates any advantage his powerslam may have given him as Krista is on her feet and ready to roll! Zack fails to realize this and he continues his insulting tirade! He’s quickly brought back to reality when Krista drops him with a side Russian leg sweep. WHAM! Zack isn’t capable of bracing himself for the fall and the back of his head bounces off the mat like a ball off a tennis court! “Poor baby.” Krista remarks sarcastically CABOOSE The Capulets and The Montagues. The Hatfeilds and the McCoy’s. Now we have the Malibus and the..uh....what is Holly-wood’s last name? COACH Um...Wood? Holly Wood? COLE I doubt her parents would be cruel enough to name her after the city she was born in. COACH Why not? Your parents were cruel enough not to abort you. CABOOSE Oh shit! Coach OWNED you! Loud chants of “YOU TAPPED OUT” echo throughout the building, but are felt the hardest inside the tortured mind of Zack Malibu. He rolls forward and gets some distance between himself in Krista. He stands up and sees Krista charging at him! When she reaches him, he takes her over with an arm drag sending her down to the mat! The former fan favorite tries to hook Krista into an armbar but she whips her free hand out and grabs hold of the ropes. Zack seethes with a rage that burns like wildfire as the crowd’s insults continue to grow louder. He lifts Krista up and belts her in the stomach with a hard punch! The attack does nothing to alleviate Zack’s frayed ego and the unbalanced superstar continues to read like a book written in twenty different languages. He tosses Krista into the corner where her back smacks against the turnbuckle. Zack follows her in with a corner splash but Krista meets him with a boot to the face! The underside of Krista’s shoe connects with Zack’s nose and sends him down to the mat! He looks on horrified and upset as Krista takes a moment to catch her breath. The exercise guru and award winning author steps onto the second rope and flies off with a knee drop to Zack’s stomach! Zack’s legs kick up and a loud “Oomph” rockets out from his mouth to the freedom of the open air! CABOOSE Zack’s never faced Krista before and he got entered as Holly’s partner at the last minute. Zack needs time to prepare for his matches. He’s a gamer! Zack rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself up. Krista is right there to snapmare him over! But Zack blocks the snapmare by shoving Krista down to the ground. Zack backs away from Krista very slowly and allows her to get to her feet. When she’s fully upright, he pounces on her with hard punches! Krista covers up as her mind races for a way to prevent Zack’s assault from doing any serious harm. Despite her blocking, Zack is able to back Krista to his corner. He grabs her into a front facelock and puts her down with a snap suplex! Zack hovers over Krista, his face a devilish red, his eyes are as wide as a mountain and as evil as Satan himself. “I’M ZACK MALIBU DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT!” Zack turns around and makes the tag to the equally off-center Holly-Wood. Holly enters the ring and brushes strands of hair away from her eyes. Holly makes no effort to not let her contempt for Krista show. She buries a soccer like kick into the small of Krista’s back! She hits Krista with another! And another! Holly continues to kick Krista! Krista escapes by rolling under the ropes With her enemy lying on the ring apron, Holly reaches over the ropes and brings her to her feet. Holly slugs Krista in the jaw with a wild right hand! The blow rocks Krista’s world and she has to hold onto the ropes just to prevent herself from falling back to the floor bellow. Again Holly hammers Krista with a wild haymaker! Krista tethers on the edge of the ring, fighting a desperate battle to stay on the apron! POW! Another heavy punch from the new Hollywood madame! Krista’s hold on the ropes stays tighter then a vice grip so she still doesn’t fall! SMAAAAACK! Krista’s face slams against the apron and her feet hit the floor after Zack Malibu yanks her off the apron! She slumps backwards to the outside mat, holding her face. The former In Crowd member stands over her and gives her an earful! “I’M ZACK MALIBU, YOU UGLY SLUT! TWO TIME WORLD CHAMPION YOU CUM DRENCHED SPERM BUCKET! I’M ZA....” From out of nowhere, Alix grabs Zack by the seat of his tights, nearly pulling them off in the process, and TOSSES~! him into the ring steps! That draws an enormous pop from the audience! “LET’S GO ALIX! LET’S GO ALIX!” CABOOSE That’s no way to treat the champ! COACH He’s not the champ! CABOOSE Don’t remind me. We’ll be back. (Go to break) (Return from break) We return to break to find that Holly has Krista backed into the corner! “WHOO!” Holly tears apart Krista’s chest with a venomous knife edge. “WHOO!” She rips her to skin to bits with another. Holly runs her fingers through her thick auburn hair and mutters a number of expletives. She takes Krista by the arm and whips her to the opposite corner! Krista’s back hammers the poorly padded turnbuckles and an audible groan leaks out of her mouth. She lowers her head, causing her blonde locks to fall in front of her. This gives Holly-wood the impression that Krista is out of it and the SoCal beauty charges at her with an avalanche! BUT KID was just playing possum! She steps out of the way and Holly’s chest collides with the turnbuckle! Holly drops backward, her eyes slowly rolling to the back of her head. Every thing looks as if it’s a blur and little stars and blue birdies float in a circle above her head. Then Krista hits her with a BIG TIME blue thunder powerbomb! KABAM! The move has a serious impact and can be felt all the way across the country to sunny Californ-i-a. COLE A lot in common between these four. All of them are from the Golden State. However, only Krista and Holly-Wood were born there. Alix was born in Oregon and raised in San Jose. Zack was born and raised in Rhode Island. Both Holly and Krista are from the suburban Los Angeles area. CABOOSE You think your lack of any respectable wrestling knowledge is made up by these stalker like facts that you seem to have on every one on the roster. You’re wrong. Krista makes a tag to Alix Spezia and the crowd raises the roof with cheers! Holly gives Alix a glare that’s more frigid then Edmonton in December. She swallows hard while narrowing her eyes. She stands up and clenches her fists that hang to her side like twin AK47's. She then charges at Alix with a lariat! “LET’S GO ALIX! LET’S GO ALIX!” Alix is quick. But not that quick. No human alive would be quick enough to dodge Holly who was coming with the speed and lethality of a runaway bullet train! The blow connects like a car into a brick wall and Alix is folded in half! Even Holly is a bit amazed by her own strength. She looks at Alix’s prone body. Her eyes narrow to the point where it looks like they’re closed and she drops a knee across Alix’s adorable face. The Arista records employee stands up and punches Krista square in the jaw! This time she does manage to knock Krista off the ring apron! Holly shows off a Malibu-esque sneer as she watches Krista writhe on the outside mat in pain. Holly turns her attention back to Alix who is using the ropes to pull herself to her feet. She looks positively dazed from that clothesline and Holly takes full advantage of her weakened state. She hammers Alix in the back with a clubbing forearm! Alix lurches forward, fighting against herself as she tries to stay up. Holly follows her forearm by grabbing Alix into a waistlock! With the crowd solidly behind her opponent, Holly lifts Alix up like she’s going for a german suplex! But instead of tossing her backwards, as is the custom, Holly drops Alix face first onto the mat and sits out on the deadly move! COLE Ye-ouch! When former future sister in laws attack! Huh? Huh? Pretty funny, eh. COACH What’s funny is you thinking those frosted tips and chickenshit goatee don’t make you look like a fourteen year old pussy. CABOOSE Coach is scoring on you like an open net! Alix pushes herself onto her feet. The camera zooms in her face, that’s as red as a tomato. Holly circles behind her. Cracking her knuckles, she eagerly anticipates the chance to do more harm to Alix. She doesn’t wait for long and takes Alix back to the canvas with a half nelson face crusher! Alix rolls onto her back, holding her hand against her hurt head. She’s groggy as hell, but still aware that Holly is trying to lock her into the HOLLYWOOD GROOVE~! (Liontamer). Alix realizes that getting put in the hold basically equals an instant loss. So she shoots her body up and grabs Holly into a ROLL UP~! 1 2 KICK OUT! COLE That was close! Holly stands right up and is immediately joined by Alix. She’s none to pleased with Alix’s kickout and displays her intense displeasure with a hard leg lariat! Alix crashes to the mat like a downed jet fighter! Unlike her baby brother, Holly isn’t one for theatrics. She hauls Alix to her feet and proceeds to unload on the San Jose State grad with hard body shots! The blows daze Alix and she wobbles from left to right, not even making an effort to cover up. Holly ends her punch fest and grabs Alix into a front face lock! ROLL THE DICE BABY! Alix is dead! If she ain’t, the massive migraine that move gave her is gonna make her wish she was! COLE This match is hot! But fans we have to go to break! CABOOSE Go to break and Cole dies. I swear. Our production crew foolishly decides that Cole’s life is worth more then our precious ad revenue so we stay with the match. Back in the ring, Holly brings Zack into the match with a tag. His re-arrival whips the crowd into a bitter frenzy as they direct a number of obscene chants at him. Remembering the earlier humiliation Alix caused him, Zack angrily stomps over to her. She stands up and Zack goes behind her and gets her into a full nelson! Alix squirms against Zack’s body (making Coach insanely jealous) and eventually frees herself of the hold. She flies behind Zackie bear and grabs him into a waist lock. The leader of the Thrillogy totally dead asses her and she can’t lift him. He nails her with a wild elbow to the side of the head and her grip is broken like a record! Alix tries to put some distance between herself and Zack. But he grabs her arms and pulls her toward him. He lifts her onto his shoulder, frowns the frown to end all frowns and takes her down with a MOTHER FUCKING DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! Zack scoops Alix up and hits her with another MOTHER FUCKING DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! Malibu drops to his knees and gets in close to Alix. A smile appears on his twisted face as he derives a sick pleasure from listening to Alix’s pained moans. He places his index finger on her shoulder and orders referee Clem Boxerfeller the second to count the pin! 1 KICK OUT! Zack slams his hands against the mat in sheer disbelief over not even getting a two count. Alix’s kick out only pisses him off further and he drives an elbow right into her neck! Alix makes a terrible choking noise that brings the smile back to Zack’s visage. He stands up and waits for Alix to do the same. When she does, he runs the ropes and uses the momentum he brings back with him to knock her head into Virginia with his favorite move, the YAKUZA KICK~! CABOOSE Oh yes! The first time Zack faced Alix she overwhelmed him with her speed. But now? Speed doesn’t mean a thing if you’re on your back the whole night. But I’m sure that’s a position she’s used to. COACH Gee, I haven’t heard that one before. Zack stands Alix up and smacks her with a European uppercut! She staggers backwards and rests against the ropes, fully feeling the effects of that strike. Zack grabs Alix’s left arm and tries to pull her away from the ropes! But Alix hooks her right arm around the top rope preventing Zack from yanking her off! The two wrestlers engage in a tenacious battle that the much stronger Zack decisively wins! He pulls Alix towards him and drives a knee right into her gut! Alix doubles over, apparently too groggy to mount a comeback. Zack runs towards the ropes. He darts like a comet back to her with a shoulder block! COUNTERED! Alix counters with a MONA LISA SMILE~!(flashback) Malibu is taken downtown to China town and that ain’t no joke, baby! Zack flops over on his back as if he has just been shot and the match moves into stalemate status. COACH HOLLA ATCHA BOI~! Cakes, Cakes, Cakes, Cakes are a bangin!!!!!!!!!! COLE I love cake! COACH Really? You seem more like a sausage man.... Zack begins the slow crawl to his corner to tag Holly, while Alix makes the long trek towards her’s. Both partners stand on the ropes! Stretching their arms out as far as they can, they anxiously await the match altering tag! Holly takes nervous glances over at Alix who’s moving at a much slower pace then Zachary. She pleads with Zack to hurry up, so that she’ll have a chance to cut Alix off! Hot tag to Holly! Hot tag to Krista! CROWD POP! Krista comes at Holly like a bat out of hell with a clothesline! Holly ducks it and takes Krista out with a back suplex! NO! Krista lands on her feet behind Holly! She spins Holly around and drills her with a DDT! NO! Holly shoves Kirsta off! Krista stumbles away and runs back first into Zack Malibu! She turns around to nail him a discus punch but Zack is waiting for her with a SCHOOLS OUT!! Its lights out for Krista! WAIT NO IT ISN’T! Krista side steps Zack’s trademark shot and swings behind the insane super star! Zack kicks his leg down and prepares to turn around and fire another Schools Out but Krista catches him into an inverted face lock! DOWN WITH LOVE(Curtain call onto the knee)? NO! Zack slams his knee cap right into Krista’s forehead! She lets him go free, more concerned with the hammering headache his counter left behind. Zack grabs a hold of Krista’s arm and brings her in close for a SHORTARM CLOTHESLINE~! NO! Krista ducks and Zack’s arm eats air! She runs underneath him and pops up to SMOKE Holly with a running clothesline! Krista runs past her fallen body and hits the ropes! She darts back at Zack and tries to decapitate him with a leaping side kick! Zack ducks! Krista sails over head and lands on her feet! She whips her body around to meet Zack with a hard knife edge chop, but he takes her over with a DEATH VALLEY DRIVER set up! FUCK NO! Krista counters, by swinging her body out and hitting Zack with a tornado DDT! The POP is down and out and the fans are ELECTRIC~! Krista turns her attention to Holly who is now standing! Punch by Holly! BLOCKED! Holly hits a spinning SPINE BUSTER! KRISTA’S BACK IS DESTROYED BY THE MOVE! Holly keeps a hold of Krista’s leg and flips her over for a HOLLYWOOD GROOVE! Krista instinctively reaches out for the ropes but alas she’s in the center of the ring! Holly’s surprisingly calm as she in a position that’s equivalent to a pitchers count baseball. The crowd urges Krista to stay strong and not to tap out! Following their orders, she begins a long crawl to the ropes. It’s looks like she just might make it, but hope is snuffed out as quickly as it appeared as Holly drags her back to the center of the ring! Krista once again tries to reach the ropes but its like crawling with the Empire State building strapped to your back and she is unable to make much a headway. She attempts to powerout, but Holly’s hold is clamped on like a pair of handcuffs! Krista lifts her hand up and....TAPS OUT! YEAH! YEAAAAHHHH!!! YEAH! YEAH!!! The energetic beat of Let’s Go blare from the speakers and allies itself with the crowd’s venomous boos to drown out Buffer’s official announcement! Holly uses her foot to push Krista out of the ring as if the woman was diseased. She leans over the ropes and stares daggers Alix’s way. COLE That’s the only the third tag team loss for Chicks Over Dicks and it came in the main event of tonight’s show! Zack Malibu and Holly-Wood, putting aside their differences and working together to beat the team with the best record in the tag division! CABOOSE That was an impressive win but what else would you expect from the Franchise of the OAOAST and the sister of the OAOAST’s resident legend killer? Chicks Over Dicks got some competition from a team far more talented then any in the tag division not named Black T or the New New Midnight Express and they fell apart. Holly has a great deal of momentum heading into her Trick or Treat match with Alix at WWE! And by beating the team with the best record in tag team wrestling, Zack has put the fear god into whoever he faces! COACH That’s it for this weeks show! But next week’s is gonna be ON FIRE as we are live in Richmond, Virginia! It’s the last show before World Without End so do not miss it! (We fade out as we watch Holly and Zack walk up the ramp, victorious.)

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

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

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