Patty O'Green

BACKSTAGE MOLLY NERDLY chats with MORGAN NERDLY MORGAN No, No, no! You don’t have the right to tell me what to do! MOLLY Morgan, you simply can’t keep doing this! You are an eighteen year old girl, who takes classes at a community college. No matter what your brain may try and convince you of believing you are not a monster. You have to stop. This isn't a game. MORGAN I can’t stop, and I won’t stop. I have to find out who hurt Lori. MOLLY Lorelei is an awful person, any number of people could’ve done harm to her. Why must it be your job to find the culprit? MORGAN Because I don’t have anyone else. You have tons of friends, and the family loves you. I have no one. There’s no one who’s shoulder I can cry on, or someone I can spend hours talking on the phone to. I have no one but Lori. If something happens to her, I’ll be all alone. MOLLY This isn’t true, you have me. MORGAN I don’t have you! You? Your two minute intervention can’t erase the nineteen years of neglect and apathy you and everyone else gave me. When I was in the hospital after my first suicide attempt, I got three visits in four weeks. I guess nurses and doctors I’ve never met were supposed to be better company than my real family. But when mom and dad did come, I’d ask them if they could bring Molly next time. The one time when you could’ve come you had a choice between me and an Oilers game. You picked the Oilers game. I wanted to see you more then, anything and you picked the Oilers game. MOLLY I did not understand the severity of your illness. MORGAN And you never will. COMMERCIAL LATER TONIGHT OAOAST WORLD TITLE CHRISTIAN WRIGHT VS KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAN TONIGHT ALSO! CLIMB THE LADDER ZACK MALIBU VS JAMES RIGGS TONIGHT! COMMERCIAL

Suburban Tokyo is our image as the break concludes COLE Our US Title match is up next, let's go back up to the ring. BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the OAOAST UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP! In the ring, accompanied by BIFF ATLAS... from Brooklyn, New York. Weighing two hundred, twenty eight pounds... "THE DISCO DUCK"... VVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNYYYYYY... VVVAAAAAAAAALLLLLEEENNTTIIIIIIINNEEEEE!!! Vinny breaks out the "Night Fever" dance, shrugging off Biff's eager attempts to tell him something. COLE A big opportunity tonight for Brooklyn, New York's only known disco fan. "Oh No" by Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoah Monche hits and the first time Nate Dogg shouts "Oh No", a quick burst of pyro shoots up from both sides of the ramp, showering Todd Cortez in sparkles as he stands preparing to walk down the aisle. BUFFER And introducing his opponent. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty six pounds... and representing Cucaracha Internacional... he is the reigning and defending OAOAST UNITED STATES CHAMPION... "THE URBAN LEGEND"... TTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODD... CCOOOOOORRRRRRRRTTEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZ!!! Cortez climbs into the ring and stands on the turnbuckles, showing off the US Title to the Japanese fans. Still instant about trying to tell Vinny something, Biff is shooed from the ring by his tag partner, with more important things to worry about than Biff's insane superpower theories. Cortez hands the belt over to the referee and Vinny V gets a good look at it, before asking the referee to hold it in the air and using it as a makeshift disco ball, dancing underneath it!! COACH Oh yeah! COLE We've seen some disrespect and degredation for championship belts before and that's right up there. COACH Are you kidding? If Vinny wins tonight, I'm sure the belt will take pride of place, hanging over his dancefloor. *DINGDINGDING!* Vinny gets down to business and locks up with Cortez, grabbing a side headlock. The smile is wiped from Vinny's face though as Todd turns out of the headlock, sweeps the leg and kicks Vinny HARD in the spine! Rolling out of the ring Vinny calls a timeout. COLE That's what happens when you treat someone else's title belt as a disco ball... I assume, anyway... I don't imagine that's ever happened before, anywhere, ever. Having worked the kinks out in his back, shrugging off Biff's attempts to help in the process, Vinny climbs back into the ring. He asks for another lock up, only to fake Cortez out and boot him in the gut instead. Vinny clubs Todd in the back before giving him a chop to the chest, suddenly feeling good again. Off the ropes, he knocks Todd down with a shoulder charge and proceeds to dance again! COLE Now is not the time for dancing, even if you are "The Disco Duck". Vinny hits the ropes again, going up and over Cortez. Popping to his feet Cortez looks for a hiptoss, blocked by Valentine. After another ode to John Travolta, Vinny swings at Cortez with a clothesline. Cortez ducks though and rolls Vinny up... 1... 2... No! Vinny elbows Cortez down and tries a pin of his own... 1... 2... No! Shoving Cortez to the ropes, Vinny ducks his head and pays with a boot to the shoulder blade. He tries again with a clothesline but Cortez ducks again, waiting for Vinny to come back off the ropes and delivering a well-placed kick to the chest. With Vinny reeling, Todd delivers a clothesline off his own. And another, sending Vinny rolling to the floor again. COLE I think Cortez has had just about enough of Vinny's timeouts. Biff comes over to advise Vinny again, just as Cortez leans out of the ring... and clocks their heads together! COLE A meeting of the... uhm... minds? Pulled back onto the apron by Cortez, Valentine is nailed with a couple of right hands before the referee comes over. The moment's distraction allows Vinny to knee Cortez through the ropes and set him up, looking for a suplex to the floor. Cortez blocks the attempt and fights Valentine off, nailing him with some more shots. Staggered on the apron, Vinny holds onto the top rope hovering dangerously over the arena floor. One final right hand dislodges him... and luckily, Biff is there to come to Vinny's aid, catching Vinny in an electric chair as he falls off the apron. COACH Oh, the super strength! COLE The wha... please, don't you start! Ungrateful, Vinny yells at Biff to put him down but he seems more amazed at having heroicly rescued someone and tries to stop his legs from wobbling while he carries Vinny to 'safety'. Cortez watches on, confused. Before eventually he tires of the cherade and runs across the ring, DIVING INTO BIFF WITH A PLANCHA THAT SENDS BIFF AND VINNY ON HIS SHOULDERS CRASHING BACK INTO THE BARRICADE!!!!! "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE All they're missing is a long overcoat and a hat and they'd make the perfect Scooby Doo villian. Cortez untangles Valentine from Biff and throws him back into the ring, going for the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Staggering away, hands in front of him, Vinny tries to buy some time but Cortez chases after him with a boot and sends him to the ropes. Knocking Vinny down with a back elbow, Todd turns away and follows up with a standing moonsault! 1... 2... Kickout! COLE I have to say, Cortez taking this challenge in his stride, unlike Landon Maddix earlier. COACH Todd's a fighting champion. Landon wouldn't invest his time and knowledge into anything less. COLE I'm sure Todd appreciates every bit of it. Vinny backs into a corner... *SLAP!* ...and gets chopped! *SLAP!* ...and again! Cortez then whips Vinny across the ring, but runs into a raised boot as he tries to follow up. COLE Oh, Vinny scores with a hard shot. Out of the corner, Vinny delivers a swinging neckbreaker on the doubled up US Champion! He crawls on top and makes the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Vinny shakes off the effects of the punishment he's been taking before attacking Cortez, clubbing him across the back as he tries to get up. Scoop and a slam puts Todd in position for Vinny to go up to the middle rope. He stands tall and jukes and jives a little, before driving the point of the elbow into the chest. COLE And Valentine starting to build some momentum. Any coincidence that Biff is still flat out on the floor? You decide. Doing a little celebratory dance, Vinny waves Todd back to his feet. A boot doubles him up, Vinny off the ropes with a kneelift. Vinny then grabs Cortez in a gutwrench and attempts to turn him up inside down, setting up Blame It On The Boogie! But Todd rolls right over onto his feet and reverses on Vinny, elevating him onto a shoulder and rolling SNAKE EYES in the corner. Turning into the ropes, Cortez then catches Vinny staggering backwards with the HOLLOW POOOOOIIIIIINNTT!! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Cortez looks for the finish and sets Vinny up, looking for the RIOT ACT PLUS... NO! Vinny backdrops his way out of it! COLE Vinny dodged a bullet there and... wait a minute, what's this? Motioning to the outside, Vinny calls very clearly for Biff to go and get him a steel chair. Still looking shaken up, Biff starts to walk around ringside to go grab a chair... but suddenly, he stops. To Vinny's confusion. A little more frantic, he waves at Biff to "put the pedal to the metal", but Biff wags his finger. And telling Vinny he has a "better idea", he goes back around the ring and starts to try and uproot the steel steps! COLE What is Biff doing? COACH I think Vinny's wondering the same thing. Biff struggles to get the lower steps away but manages to, as Vinny watches on bemused. Deep breath, Biff summons on his (super?) strength and prepares to throw the steps into the ring... and freezes. COLE Uh-oh... I think Biff may have thrown his back out! With Biff doubled up in pain, Vinny despairs before getting spun around by Cortez. Vinny throws a wild, instinctive right hand which Cortez ducks, jarring Valentine with the Crotch Droppah! Cortez then reels Vinny in and connects with the RIOT ACT PLUS~!~!~!#1#!~#!~, dead centre of the ring!! COLE Riot Act Plus, no Biff to save, this one is over! 1... 2... 3!!! *DINGDINGDING!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match and STILL OAOAST United States Champion... TTOOOOOOOOOODD... CCOOOORRRRRTTEEEEZZZZ!!! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Vinny rolls out of the ring and he and Biff are left to help each other towards the back, one favouring his back and one favouring his neck. The US Champion remains in the ring and climbs the turnbuckles to salute the Japanese fans again. COLE And an impressive, successful title defence for the US Champ here in Tokyo! Cortez steps off the turnbuckles and begins to turn away, when suddenly a figure hops the barricade! Sliding into the ring, the unnamed attacker then nails an unsuspecting Cortez from behind with a clothesline!! COLE Wait a minute, what the hell is this!? COACH Is that... that guy, we've been seeing these past few weeks? Tommy G? COLE It is! That's exactly who it is! But what is he doing here in Japan!? As Todd picks himself up, Tommy G climbs onto the middle ring rope and waits for the US Champion to turn his way. 6'6" and 270, he amazes everybody by taking off and hooking Cortez in mid-air with a FLYING TORNADO DDT, planting Cortez right on his head!! COLE WOW! What a DDT that was... but WHY!? Standing over Cortez, the mysterious Tommy G looks around the crowd before down at Cortez with a satisfied smile. Security and referees make their way out, causing Tommy G to casually leave the same way he came, back through the crowd, having sent whatever message he intended to send.

Anglesault's in the back, in his office, when the door swings open to show ZACK MALIBU barging in. ANGLESAULT We're friends and all, but you think you could knock? MALIBU What's your deal? ANGLESAULT What are you talking about? MALIBU I'm talking about tonight. ANGLESAULT What about it? You're on the show this week, just like I promised. MALIBU Cut the crap, 'Sault. I just lost the World Title, I just got cheated out of it by Leon Rodez, and now I've got you playing games with me. ANGLESAULT Playing games? Zack, I'm trying to MOTIVATE you. I want you to regain that lost edge of yours. I want you to find yourself...the REAL Zack Malibu. Not this...crybaby you've become. Malibu snarls, then CRACKS his friend across the face with a hard slap! MALIBU Crybaby? CRYBABY? Let's get one thing straight, Anglesault. I'm the one out there busting my ass in the ring and out of it, doing personal appearances, interviews, meeting with licensees, while you enjoy your retirement and sitting at a desk. I do EVERYTHING for this company. I sacrifice time with my family and my friends out of wrestling for this company and FOR YOU, and all I have to hear from you is how I don't "have it" anymore? It's not motivating me, Anglesault, it's PISSING ME OFF. ANGLESAULT GOOD, because that's what it's doing to me too! Stop playing pretend, Zack. Stop playing the victim role! Oh, poor you, you lost the World Title, you got screwed AGAIN. Maybe if you weren't such a god damn sap it wouldn't be so easy to have the wool pulled over your eyes. You think I'm going to let you NEAR a title match in that condition, Zack? I told you...you find yourself, you bring the Zack Malibu that DESERVES to be called The Franchise out of wherever you've hidden him, and you can have whatever you want. Until then, and no sooner, you are going to be working your way back up the ladder, starting tonight with James Riggs. Maybe you'll prove me wrong, Zack, and I hope you do, but if not, then maybe someone else will step up and be The Franchise for this company...MY company. The two friends are furious with each other, and silently stare each other down, before Zack just turns and walks away. Anglesault rubs his reddened cheek, and we fade to commercial. GREAT ANGLE BASH! THIS MONTH! ONLY ON PPV! COMMERCIAL

“In the Air Tonight” by Non-point booms through the speakers as Tango Bosley and CPA emerge. BUFFER The following NON-TITLE special challenge match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, at a total combine weight of 565 pounds… DETECTIVE TANGO BOSLEY and CPA... VVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" In a rarity, VICE is without manager and amateur private investigator Morgan Nerdly. It doesn’t make them any less dangerous, however. COLE They violate the rules, operate on intimidation and tonight vow to teach Team Heyross a lesson in respect all because they felt snubbed in their own twisted minds. COACH In their own twisted minds? They were snubbed! Fact is, Team Heyross should be on their hands and knees kissing the feet of VICE for saving their tag title. Being the good guys that they are, Boz and CPA would’ve settled for a simple thank you instead. But no, they couldn’t even do that. COLE The only thing VICE did was ruin what up to that point had been one of the all-time classic bouts in OAOAST history. “Shine” by Collective Soul hits and Team Heyross appear. They raise their arms and red, white and blue pyro shoot off behind them. BUFFER And their opponents! Total combined weight 485 pounds, the ONE & ONLY WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… CHARLIE MOSS and QUENTIN BENJAMIN... TEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYRRRRROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Off come the windbreakers and tag belts, then it’s time for action. * DINGDINGDING * Benjamin and Bosley lockup as the bell sounds, and Benjamin executes an arm drag. No way can Benjamin do it again Bosley thinks and of course he does. Becoming more frustrated by the second Bosley demands another tie-up and this time knees Benjamin! COACH Third time’s the charm, Mikey Cole. Backhand karate chops and big right hands stun Benjamin, who then is fired across…but he ducks a roundhouse kick and decks Bosley with a SPINNING WHEEL KICK! The cover. ONE! KICKOUT! Benjamin leans Bosley against the ropes and tags Moss. He drops down as Bosley shoots back on the rebound and Moss delivers a SUPERKICK! The cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Whipped to the buckle, Bosley leaps onto the middle rope and back at Moss, driving the point of the elbow into Moss’ sternum! The cover. ONE! KICKOUT! Bosley sends Moss for the ride and tags CPA. Shot to the gut doubles him over as CPA enters and lands a running boot to the head! The cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! CPA rams Moss into the buckle and proceeds to punish him with corner shoulder thrusts. Vertical suplex and a succession of elbows follow before another pin is attempted. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! VICE tag and, off the ropes, lift Moss into the air and slam him down! The cover. ONE! TWO! SAVE BY BENJAMIN! Bosley dumps Moss outside and gets into it with Benjamin, allowing CPA to smash Moss back-first into the ring post! COLE That damn BULLY~! CPA rolls Moss back in and Bosley performs an old school backbreaker. Standing over his foe Bosley lays the verbal smack down…and gets SMALL PACKAGED! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COLE Oh was that close. COACH Bosley almost caught napping there, Cole. You always have to be aware in the ring but doubly so against the likes of Team Heyross. They can grab a hold and make you say uncle or pin you out of nowhere. Bosley stomps Moss and then tags out. FRONT SPINEBUSTER plants Moss mid-ring! The cover. ONE! TWO! SAVE BY BENJAMIN! CPA shoots Benjamin a look than would scare the shit out of Satan himself, but Benjamin doesn’t back down and instead challenges CPA to bring it. CPA You don’t want none of this. You don’t want none of… MOSS SCHOOL BOY’S CPA! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Moss ducks a clothesline, makes the blind tag, ducks a big boot on the rebound and Team Heyross hit THE DOUBLE GOOZLE! The cover. ONE! TWO! NO!! Benjamin moves and Bosley elbows his partner! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Rocked by a series of roundhouses, Bosley is BAAAAAAAACK body dropped, then clotheslined outside where he reaches into his pant leg and pulls out a TELESCOPIC BATON! COACH Business is about to pickup, baby boy. Bosley sprints to the other side of the ring and CLOBBERS Moss! Meanwhile, Benjamin levels CPA with a TOP ROPE CLOTHESLINE and makes the cover. ONE! TWO! * TWHACK * "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Sonuva…! * DINGDINGDING * Though the bell has sounded Bosley continues his assault. COLE Somebody stop this! CPA gets in on the act as OAOAST officials swarm the ring. The damage done VICE take the tag titles with them. COLE VICE adding insult to injury. COACH Yeah, they not only beat respect into Team Heyross, they also took their tag team championship! VICE hold the titles overhead as we go to the always luxurious Enterprise dressing room where Christian Wright, Spencer Reiger, and Theodore Moneymaker sip celebratory wines. However only Moneymaker appears to be in a mood for a celebration REIGER Ted, what were you thinking? MONEYMAKER I was thinking towards the future, Spencer. Don’t be so small minded in your outlook of the world. This is a new playing field we’ve entered and it requires big ideas and big minds. The old ways are just that old and extinct methods for laggards and simpletons. The new world requires unique alliances to pave the way to greatness. I would think given that you come from a moneyed family you would understand the line between friend and foe is almost non existent. REIGER Okay, yeah, maybe. But, you can’t trust Krista. You can’t trust women period. They're deceit and evil wrapped in a cloak of lies and half truths. Women are not to be trusted, under any circumstances. You’ve fallen into their trap. MONEYMAKER I’ve secured a better a future for all of us, my boy. Follow me and I promise you riches beyond what you ever thought were possible. WRIGHT Theodore this situation is most unsettling as it pertains to my title match later this evening. I deduce perhaps a conflict of interest or a fissure in this fresh partnership may arise. MONEYMAKER Christian, there’s nothing to worry about. I myself will be refereeing this title match between you and Krista, and I promise you both a fairly judged contest. WRIGHT I shall look forward to it.

Despite the Oriental decoration, there's no feng shui, relaxed zen or calming chi in the office of OAOAST President Josie Baker. Just more headaches and more paperwork, with some different scenery. And it's still an open door policy to any disgruntled OAOAST workers who want to barge in and disrupt her. Like, for example, Landon Maddix, who doesn't even bother knocking and catches Josie by surprise in a small, short moment of calm. MADDIX Josie, a moment of your time? Landon, rather presumptiously, takes a seat on the edge of Josie's desk. A rather vexed Ms. Baker stands up and walks around in front. JOSIE Look, Landon, this whole 'level playing field' thing you seem to think we have, just because you're running the SWF and I'm running the OAOAST and you believe we've got some sort of common ground... it's not happening, okay? We're not buddy buddy, you don't have some special inside track with me. You are the employee and I am the employer. Understood? MADDIX You're feeling stressed out. I can tell. Don't worry, I get the same thing myself all the time. Josie feels like banging her head against a brick wall, but thankfully restrains herself. MADDIX Here's the deal. I've been trying to get this little thing off the ground with my guys lately, a challenge laid out to the rest of the locker room. Four on four, anyone who thinks they're a stronger force than Cucaracha Internacional can go ahead and try to prove it. It's simple, but it's effective. Anyway, the problem is, I guess you must have not heard about it, being so busy as you are. We can't answer any of these challenges, because we're getting double booked! First you put Todd and James in some ladder match at School's Out, meaning we can't accept a challenge on Pay Per View. Then last week, you're putting Faqu in there with the World Champion, so we can't accept a challenge then either. Your priorities are a... little all over the place. Look, I run my own promotion too... Josie groans under her breath. MADDIX ...so I know how hard it is to keep everyone happy with booking conflicts. So I'm just laying it out there, just something to keep in mind, unless you really HAVE to, don't be putting my guys into situations that don't matter anymore. What's important to us is the eight mans. JOSIE I appreciate the clarification. MADDIX Not a problem. Always glad to help. So, what are the chances of finding us opponents for tonight? JOSIE Well, as it happens, you're in luck. I've got opponents ready and waiting. Smiling, Landon doesn't seem to notice the tone of Josie's voice might not be leading to something he'll like. JOSIE You see, I've been meaning to talk to you about this eight man tag situation. Yeah. Very good idea. Not only is it great for unity... it's doing a great job of keeping those titles around your boys' waists, isn't it? MADDIX What do you mean by that? JOSIE Well, we can't have them defending the belts if they're in eight man tag matches, can we? Very crafty. Unfortunately, contrary to what you seem to think, nothing gets past me Landon. Trying to look as offended as possible at these 'wild' accusations, Landon stands up off the desk. JOSIE You've not been defending titles on PPV, on TV and even the live event defences are drying up. And now both the US and 6-Man Titles are running close to their 30 days. I'm not having another International Championship on my hands. So, tonight, Cucaracha Internacional are going to be defending their titles. MADDIX What? Why? JOSIE Were you not listening, I just explained exactly why! MADDIX But what about the eight man tag I asked for? You're just going to take my suggestion and toss it away, without even considering it? JOSIE Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing. Now, if you could run along and pass the message on? I've got a lot of paperwork to be getting on with... I'm sure you understand. Trying to come up with another arguement, Landon comes up short and ends up stomping out of the room in a huff. Josie sighs and goes back to her paperwork as the sound of footsteps and muttering gets fainter and fainter.

The scene is a backstage corridor, and the subject is a middle aged balding man rushing down the hallway. His face is decorated with panic and he keeps looking over his shoulder. MORGAN (O.S.) You can’t escape me! The man continues his charge down the hallways. MORGAN (O.S.) I can melt the skin off your bones! The man puts even more speed behind his escape attempt. MORGAN (O.S.) I will make you watch the your charred flesh cake off your body! Morgan’s threats continue even further, until the man rushes into a dead end. He turns around with mouth held open by ghastly fear. His fright is confirmed as Morgan rushes forward and slams a knee into his midsection. The pain tries to slide him down the concrete wall, but Morgan’s furious grip holds him up by the neck. MORGAN I do this for a living. This is my sole purpose in life. You can’t beat someone at their reason for living. MAN What do you want from me? MORGAN I just want an answer. Who knocked out Lorelei at School’s Out? MAN How would I know?! MORGAN Why are you going to make me hurt you? Why are you doing this to me? You were the cameraman there with Lorelei! Either you tell me now, or I fill you with enough electricity to light up Times Square. MAN Look on the tape! MORGAN The tape is missing. I’m trying so hard to keep my calm, but you’re pushing me in the direction I always go to. I try to be normal but people like you… MAN I can’t tell you! I was sworn to secrecy! MORGAN Then you can unswear. MAN I can’t! I can’t! MORGAN I understand. I’m sorry…. Morgan lets her victim go free and sighs with a heavy heart. MORGAN I wish you could’ve been more help. I would have liked to like you. ZAAAAAAAAAAP! MAN AHHHHHHHHHHH! LATER TONIGHT OAOAST WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAN VS CHRISTIAN WRIGHT TONIGHT! COMMERCIAL

PRESENTED IN HD FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY -OVER 200 COUNTRIES IN 10 DIFFERENT LANGUAGES- -TO MORE THEN TEN MILLION VIEWERS EACH WEEK- -THE OAOAST THE WORLD WIDE LEADER IN PARODY ENTERTAINMENT- We go to sofa central which is decroated in a feudal Japanese theme and a silk Japanese flag. COLE Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Tokyo! Welcome to the highest rated sports entertainment show on TV, OAOAST HeldDOWN~! We cut from Sofa Central to the ring where the legendary Michael Buffer stands inside a soft purple spotlight. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the NEW OAOAST WORLD CHAMPION, KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAAAAAAAAAAN! Gimme them bright lights, long nights High rise, overtime Gimme them bright lights, long nights Party till the sun is rising High rise, overtime Working 'till the moon is shining Hot guys, fly girls Never gonna say it I feel on top of the world, I feel on top of the world Hey! To a large ovation, world champion Krista Isadora Duncan arrives on the scene. She twirls around to show the Tokyo crowd her flashy championship. As they continue to applaud her she marches down to the ring. COLE Krista Isadora Duncan fresh off her first successful title defense against Faqu, but still has to deal with the growing threat of The Enterprise. KRISTA Hi, Tokyo! “HI KRISTA!” KRISTA I think the hardest part about being me, besides having a girlfriend who thinks by eating the right amount of cat food and soy sauce she can time travel, is that every mistake I make is magnified by one hundred percent because of my celebrity status. I wear the wrong dress to Oscars, and BOOM there’s 30 different human yeast infections yapping away claiming your’s truly is the worst dressed of the season. Alix and I have an argument in public, and suddenly we’re on the verge of a breakup, and my alcohol addiction is the cause! They don’t bother to think gee the brunette is eating cat food out a burger king cup maybe the blond one has a right to be mad. No, they just pounce on poor Krista without ever bothering to get the facts straight. An anonymous hobo at a gas station says I looked at him funny, all of a sudden I’m a gigantic snob that kick homeless people in the head. But my latest mistake, my biggest mistake, was all of my own doing. Did I decide to treat Terry Taylor like an actual human being? Heavens no! My mistake happened last week when I found out my mother sold her shares in FIT with KID to Theodore Moneymaker. I thought my two worst nightmares, my Jewish guilt ridden childhood and a homophobic republican had conspired to bring me down. And I of course lashed out at Theodore as I always do when we have our little tiffs. Normally I’m justified, after all who doesn’t respond poorly to damnation to a “fag infested hell”. But this time I was in the wrong. I didn’t see the wonderful possibilities this partnership could bring. Its like Isarel and Hezbollah finding common ground. “………..” KRISTA Or Magneto joining the X-men. “OH!” KRISTA Yeaaaaaaaah. What I’m trying to say here in the 20 minutes of speaking time the producers have saw fit to allot to me, is I made a huge mistake in openly rejecting Mister Moneymaker. It takes a lot for me to admit I was wrong, I had to hold up the charade that kool aid comes from the blood of aliens after an ill advised second grade claim. I’d like to say sorry, and that I’m glad Mister Moneymaker believes in my company enough to pour some of his vast resources into it. Right now, I’d like for you all to please welcome my new friend and my new business partner. Mister Theodore Moneymaker! Wearing an all white suit with a pink tie, the billion dollar heir emerges through the entrance doors. He wears a smile as wide as the pacific ocean as she strolls down the entrance ramp with confidence in his step. “MONEYMAKER! MONEYMAKER! MONEYMAKER!” chants The Enterprise E-Sound, patented crowd noise simulator. The real crowd chants something far more vulgar. MONEYMAKER Oh happy day! Oh joyous day! I always knew in my heart of hearts that this day would come, and now that I behold it with my own eyes I am nearly brought to tears. “BOOOOOOOOO!” KRISTA Do not boo this man. This Benjamin Franklin. This Martin Luther King, this spiritual warrior poet! MONEYMAKER Friends and family have asked me too many times, what I stand to gain from chasing after Krista. These well meaning but simple minded fools had no idea of the earth changing power I could wield with Krista at my side. No, they were too narrow in their thinking and rigid in their judgement. They thought I was satisfying my ego, as if I’d be that simple. Few of them ever saw the greater outcome that would appear if I captured Krista. I did, because I’m much smarter than everyone else BWAHAHHAHA! I saw the revolution that would rock the foundations of the entertainment industry. I knew the history making events that would be born from this holy union. You all did not, because you don’t have the foresight of a Yale Graduate! BWHAHAHAHAH! COLE This guy is a piece of work. MONEYMAKER An unstoppable multi faceted war machine has been created here to dominate all aspects of modern American Culture and in turn the culture of the world. You may be miles away from the our base of operations in Los Angeles but you will feel the impact of this holy union! You’ll wear FIT with KID clothes, you’ll drink FIT with KID mineral water, you’ll eat FIT with KID nutritional dinners, and you’ll sleep on FIT with KID ergonomically designed pillows. Its all thanks to this woman right here. She saw past her misgivings and old bitter history and finally realized its better to stand tall with Theodore Moneymaker than be crushed beneath his feet! OAOAST Marks you are witness to a world changing event! The reign of Theodore Moneymaker begins now, the world is my court and Krista is my queen! Krista smiles her most charming smile which somewhat deflects the hostility aimed at the smirking Moneymaker. COLE Krista and Moneymaker partners?

Yay! The OAOAST is saved! It'll be a world title match: Christian Wright Vs Krista, I don't really need the ME so if anyone would like it just say the magic word! I do kinda need the opening unless someone got something pressing.

I have singlehandedly brought an end to the OAOAST

If anyone with a heel character wants a title shot lemme know like riiiiiight now, otherwise I'll just use Christian Wright

Very, very good show! I really enjoyed this one.

BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the OAOAST World Title! The cheers for the announcement of a title defense quickly fade out the way as “King Kong” comes over the speakers. The entrance doors come apart revealing the gigantic and deadly Faqu to the booing audience. The mighty Samoan throws a crazed roar into the air before heading down to the ring. BUFFER Now introducing the challenger He weighs in at three hundred and one pounds... representing CUCARACHA INTERNACIONAL "THE SAMOAN WRECKING BALL"... FFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA - QQUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! COLE Krista’s first world title defense coming against one of the most dangerous men in the OAOAST. Faqu the last ever HI-YAH champion before the company closed due to Yakuza ties. Faqu slides into the ring, frightening the referee with his furious snarling and hostile glare. Give me those bright lights, long nights High rise, over time Give me them bright lights, long nights Party till the sun is rising High rise, over time Working till the moon is shining Hot guys, fly girls Never thought I'd say I feel on top of the world I feel on top of the world Hey A huge explosion of cheers greets the brand new OAOAST world champion as she steps onto the sparkling entrance stage wearing a ruffled white skirt and a Lakers jersey. The gold painted dancers continue to groove and move around Krista, as she twirls around with her newly won world title held in the air. BUFFER And introducing the champion, from Los Angeles, California, she is a loving mother, a New York Times Best selling author, founder of FIT with KID, a Hollywood Walk of Famer, the 2009 wrestler of the year, and the current OAOAST World Champion, she is MISS CALIFORNIA KRISTA ISADORAAA DUNCAAAAAAAAN Krista, plays it calm and cool as she walks down and entry ramp lined with photographers. A smirk resides on her face as the title falls across her shoulders. COLE The first HeldDOWN of Krista’s title reign and its already been interesting! A new business partner, two attempted title thefts, and finally her first defense against a juggernaut of a man. COACH Krista has an open policy for the world title, if you want a shot just sign up. Landon Maddix signed Faqu up, sending him out to bring the world title to Cucaracha Internacional. Krista intends on performing her scintillating rope hanging trick, but notices that Faqu is drooling at the sight of her. Highly disturbed, she decides to enter the ring like normal. COLE Theodore Moneymaker may be frustrated tonight, but even I have to admit he made a grade investment. A Hollywood walk of famer, an A list celebrity, and an OAOAST world champion is a great thing to sink you cash into. COACH Big stars have big egos and Krista’s is out of this world! DING DING DING! COLE I think Krista realizes her usual tricks won’t work on Faqu, who probably doesn’t know enough to realize he’s being insulted. “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” Faqu eyes Krista down the way a lion might eye down the zebra its soon to pounce on. Krista tries her hardest not too look intimidated. But that effort doesn’t hold up as the gigantic Samoan rushes across the ring to attack her . Having no desire to be reduced to a pancake, the fitness queen quickly rolls beneath the ropes and out the ring. “Ya know, what you can go and have the belt, I didn’t really want it.” Krista comments as she gathers up the belt from the time keeper. “ARRRRRRGHHHHHHHH!” Faqu screams. “I guess that either means yes or you find the ongoing marital saga of John and Kate Gossesslin to be detrimental to their young children. I’ll assume the former and if you could just stick your body through the ropes to grab it, that’d be great.” Pleased with the offer Faqu sticks his body between the ropes. That’s precisely when Krista wacks him in the face with it! “YEAAAAAAAAAA!” “Kids, don’t be like me, mocking the handicap is truly wrong. Unless that handicap is Christian Wright, in which case mock away! Krista leaps onto the ring apron as Faqu stumbles about the squared circle. She hops onto the ropes and throws herself forward to topple the monster with a diving lariat! Faqu is forced to his feet where Krista wacks his blubbery chest with rapid fire knife edge chops. The blows barely register on Faqu’s pain threshhold and he easily pushes the much lighter woman away. Roaring in anger he leaps towards her with a body splash. Avoiding sure doom, Krista rolls out the way and the ring mat shakes as though the building were hit with an earthquake. COLE I wonder what that registered on the Richter scale? Both champion and challenger roll to their feet, with the much quicker Krista scoring several kicks with her white high heels. With the beast seemingly stunned the world champion takes off to the ropes. She leaps onto the third cable and throws herself back with a cross body block! But Faqu easily catches her inside his arms. COLE Oh no! Without waiting any more moments Faqu spins Krista out and brutally slams her against the canvas. The fans shriek with horror as their heroine clutches her now sore back. The burly hulk of a man stomps around roaring with passion at the booing and hissing crowd. COACH I think Krista’s learning a valuable lesson here , the competition steps up huge when the world title is at stake. There’s not going to be any easy victories now. Faqu grabs Krista by her golden hair and shoves her into the corner. As the crowd chants her name, she’s assailed by a torrent of overhand chops by Faqu. They come with such deadly power that they sink her to the ground. She can do nothing more then roll herself into a ball as Faqu’s bare feet angrily stomp away at her. “KRISTA! KRISTA1 KRISTA!” the sold out audience chants as their heroine is moved upright. Taking some inspiration from their love, Krista drives her heels into Faqu’s feet. This anguish breaks his hold and Krista is allowed to charge into the ropes. But she’s struck down by a lunging kick from the challenger. She rolls over in obvious pain as the beast snarls at the audience. Faqu turns his attention away from the audience and back to Krista, to whom he delivers a painful kick to the small of her back. Krista hollers out in pain, which leads Faqu to spew forth a mighty roar. He brings her up by her arm once and then throws her into the corner. The impact of the attack is so strong it throws Krista to the ground. She doesn’t stay grounded for very long however as her opponent traps her with a nerve pinch. “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” the audience sings, Krista finds the strength needed to work her way upright. But that painful move is met with an even more painful strike to back of her legs to keep her grounded. With desperation controlling her every move, Krista reaches out and grabs hold of the ropes. This does not please Faqu at all as he grabs her from the cables. Yelling at the top of his lungs he flings her into steel ring posts. Anguish fills her body as he pulls her out the posts and clamps down on her with an arm bar. COLE Landon Maddix has to be somewhere backstage loving how this match is unfolding. Krista tries to slip her way free of the monster’s deadly grip. However all this does is enrage Faqu and the world champion is slammed down onto the canvas. He throws another piercing shriek into the air before coming down on Krista with a body splash! COACH Krista’s agent has to be pissed off right now! You don’t see Nicole Kidman out there getting body splashed by John Goodman. Clutching her badly injured midsection Miss California rolls out the ring and onto the apron in hopes of catching a breather from the relentless assault. But those hopes are dashed the moment the fearsome islander comes charging for her. Readying herself for his arrival she springs off the top rope and tags Faqu with a swanton press! “YEAAAAAAAAA!” But Faqu is quick to return to his feet and throws an angered roar from his throat. He then leaps towards Krista with a leg drop, but Krista raises her legs and her spiked heels impair his bottom! COLE If that had hit its target that could’ve been the end of Krista’s title run and her career in the OAOAST! “YEAAAAAAAAA!” the fans shout as Krista bounces herself off the ropes. She nears Faqu and leaps with her arm outstretched to his head and brings him down face first with a face crusher. Krista then runs the ropes once more, but her attack is mercilessly stifled by a lunging throat thrust from the Samoan. COLE Vintage Faqu! Faqu pulls Krista up by her arm and uses that grip to throw her into the ropes. He waits behind, arms raised to crush Krista on her return. But the world champion foils his plans by springboarding off the ropes and bringing down the giant with a moonsault press. “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” the fans chant as Krista wails on the now standing Faqu with inside leg kicks. Pained by her succession of strikes Faqu shoves the fitness queen into the ropes. Instead of coming back, however, she wows Faqu with tried and sexy hanging upside on the ropes. Taking advantage of Faqu’s stunned and stupefied state, Krista leaps upward and drives a knee directly into Faqu’s chin. The fans explode with glee as it finally seems Krista is starting to gain the upper hand in the contest. However her advantage is short lived all thanks to Faqu whipping her across the ring into the corner posts. His charge towards her is halted by a super hot boobie shimmy. COLE Like finding ripe coconuts in an island grotto! And once again his stupor proves deadly as the world champion strikes him in the face with another violent knee strike. Unable to bring Faqu down with a simple but deadly strike, Krista coils her arms around his next to teach him that blond’s never pay a cover. But the fearsome islander avoids such a deadly attack by shoving her into the corner. He then snorts like a wild boar before rushing in to flatten Krista. But the fitness queen slides out the way and Faqu collides with the ring posts. As he staggers backwards besieged by confusion and pain she carries herself to the top rope. With the fans roaring behind her, she dismounts her perch with a corckscrew moonsault press that topples the huge islander! “YEAAAAAAAAAA!” the OAOAST Marks celebrate as Krista hooks the leg for a pinfall… ONE! TWO! But Faqu powers his way out the pin. COLE Faqu using all the power in his gigantic body to get out of that one! Champion and challenger slowly rise to their feet. Anger fills out Faqu’s face, while exhaustion flood’s Krista’s. Because of her tired state the walk of famer is easily lifted onto Faqu’s shoulders and dropped backwards into Samoan drop! Faqu then hooks her ten million dollar legs for a crucial pinfall…. ONE! TWO! The crowd rejoices as Krista kicks out at the last possible second! Faqu is noticeably angry, and roars with primal fury as he pulls Krista up by her golden hair. His arms trap hers in a double underhook, and next he hauls into the air for the Death By Samoan! But midway through the move, Krista counters with the always deadly KIDology! “YEAAAAAAAAAAA!” COLE She nailed it from out of nowhere! A pin follows and the audience counts along! CROWD ONE! CROWD TWO! CROWD THREE! COLE The first successful title defense for Krista Isadora Duncan! COACH A successful defense of a title she stole from an honest man! A little tired and a lot sore, Krista graciously accepts her world title from the referee. She smiles her beauty pageant smile to her adoring fans and holds up the belt for all to see. BUFFER Your winner as a result of pinfall, still world champion…..KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAAAAAAAAN! The crowd cheers come crashing to a halt, when Christian Wright rushes into the ring. Like a thief in the night he tries to take hold of Krista’s belt. But Krista catches his attempted burglary and wallops him in the face with her world title! Wright stumbles about the ring, vision blurred by the brutal attack. This allows Krista to easily nail him with the KIDology! “YEAAAAAAAA!” Krista celebrates her first victory with a nice martini and a little pose over CW’s fallen body, while the audience chants her name. FADE OUT

Backstage, ZACK MALIBU and BOHEMOTH are having a friendly chat, but we don't get to find out what about, as ANGLESAULT arrives on the scene. ANGLESAULT What are you doing? MALIBU Talking. ANGLESAULT No, I mean what are you doing HERE? I didn't book you tonight. I told you to take a week to relax. MALIBU I don't need to relax, 'Sault. I need to do my job. ANGLESAULT Then maybe you should try doing it better. Bo doesn't like Anglesault's tone, and tries to step in, but Malibu backs him off. MALIBU I got this, Bo. Bohemoth gives Anglesault a glare, but then walks off, leaving the two OAOAST legends to themselves. MALIBU What's your problem with me lately? ANGLESAULT My problem? I'm not the one with the problem, Zack, YOU ARE. I told, I TOLD YOU that there's something with you nowadays. You've grown complacent and content with what you are, and that has made you lose whatever drive, whatever killer instinct you once had! Jesus Christ Zack, Leon Rodez stabbed you in the back and made a fool out of you, and you still...you STILL considered showing mercy? MALIBU What I do is my business, 'Sault. ANGLESAULT No, what you do is MY BUSINESS, and in more ways than one. Because on the friendship level, I don't want to see you be taken advantage of. I want to see you become stronger, become the Old Zack. And in the business sense, this is ESPECIALLY my business because it involves my company, and you, the man who calls himself the Franchise, but I'm starting to doubt that very much! MALIBU You're starting to doubt me? Let me tell you something... ANGLESAULT No, Zack, just no. Save it, because I'm tired of the excuses. If you're content with being the second best, with being a steppingstone to every god damn person that wants to make a name for themself, then you do it. However, you are NOT going to do it on my watch, and you are not going to do it to this company. Do you even realize who you are any more? Do you realize what being Zack Malibu means? Because right now the person who is coasting by on your name is you yourself! You're so content with just being Zack Malibu that you've lost focus and ceased effort. Things get personal and you build up that wall, the whole respect deal and the primal rage of Zack Malibu emerges...and then it falters. It doesn't stick, Zack. You're losing your touch, Zack, and you have to get it back. MALIBU And I suppose you're telling me this as my friend? ANGLESAULT You're damn right I am. I'm trying to bring you back to life, Zack. I'm not a miracle worker though. I want you to meet me halfway here. I want you to get that edge back. Take it all into consideration, Zack. The way you felt when the original In Crowd betrayed you. The way you felt when Popick had it out for you. The way you felt when you got beat by Crystal. The way you felt, Zack, when Bruce Blank and the Wildcards forced their way into your house and scared the hell out of your newborn. You know what the sum of those parts will be, Zack? I guarantee you it will be a Zack Malibu like no other before. One that can't be stopped, and one that can reign on the top of the OAOAST mountain forever. Now you go home, you take a few days, and you think about it. That's what's best right now. Anglesault gives Zack a half-hearted smile, then pats him on the shoulder before walking off. Zack looks at the ground, then tilts his head up, the camera catching a very telling stare as we fade out

In the hallways of the arena Jade Rodez-Duncan sits close to tears, being comforted by her burly boyfriend, Bohemoth. JADE I just hate seeing him so... so hurt and so broken up. I didn't go there for my sake, I went for him, honest. I just can't believe he'd think that about me. BOHEMOTH I know, I know. I'm gonna go sort him out. As Bo starts to march off, Jade jumps out of her seat and holds her arm out in his path to stop him. JADE NO! BOHEMOTH Jade, he needs sorting out. He can't talk the way he did to you and get away with it, he needs some sense beating into him. JADE No, please Bo, don't. He doesn't know what he's saying at the moment, he's just angry and he's suffering. This isn't Leon, it's just not him. It's not his fault. He needs our help. He doesn't need anymore problems. Please, don't do anything. Relenting, Bo stands down. BOHEMOTH Fine. But something's gotta be said. First Zack and now you, it ain't right and you know it. I need to have it out with him sooner or later. JADE Promise me you won't hurt him. BOHEMOTH Listen, I can't promise anything. JADE You've got to. You don't understand, what we've got is one thing but... he's my family. Tell me you understand. A little evasive Bo seems to shrug, but Jade is insistant and makes Bo look her in the eyes. JADE If you love me, you'll promise not to hurt him. After a few seconds eye to eye, Bohemoth finally gives in and pecks Jade on the cheek. BOHEMOTH Fine. JADE Thank you. Bohemoth wraps a comfoting arm around Jade shoulder and walks her off, still not looking completely convinced. COMMERCIAL

OAOAST HeldDOWN is brought to you by Morgan Nerdly for....I don't know what the hell this is! “Protect Your Mind” by DJ Sakin & Friends cues and the Last Kings of Scotland march to the ring. BUFFER The following tag team event is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by QUEEN ESTHER! Hailing from Glasgow, Scotland, at a total combine weight of 430 pounds, Europe’s finest athletes… DANNY BOY and “THE BRAVEHEART” SCOTTISH SCOTT… THE LAST KINGS OF SCOTLAND!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" “Scream” by Chris Cornell hits and the Orange County Cobras head down the aisle slapping hands. BUFFER And their opponents, accompanied by MOLLY NERDLY! From the O.C., total combine weight of 460 pounds, the 2009 Anderson Cup champions… SIMON SINGLETON and NED BLANCHARD... THE ORANGE COUNTY COOOOBRAS!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" COLE It was just this past week at School’s Out that the Orange County Cobras nearly captured their fourth tag title, but it was not to be thanks to interference from V.I.C.E. and the LDC Moneygang. COACH Excuses, excuses, excuses. You’re just full of them. * DINGDINGDING * The Handsome Hustler and Scottish Scott lockup at the sound of the bell, and Ned is doubled over with a knee to the gut. Scott whips Ned into the ropes but telegraphs a backdrop and Ned lands a kick, followed by a back elbow. Into the knee of Simon goes the Braveheart, and then for the ride as the O.C. Cobras execute a DOUBLE FEATURE FLAPJACK! New legal man Simon Singleton makes the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Simon slams Scott mid-ring and heads up top, prompting Danny Boy to march over…AND GET DRILLED BY A FLYING CLOTHESLINE! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Molly keeps close tabs on Queen Esther as Simon takes to the air once more, this time a SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE…BUT SCOTT HEADBUTTS HIM IN THE CHEST!! “OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Scott pounds his chest in satisfaction, then puts the boots to Simon and rams him into the buckle. Danny Boy receives the tag and tees off from the middle rope, his kilt placed over Simon’s head. COLE How insulting! COACH Remember that next time Los Diablos de Fuego commit an aggravated sexual assault in the ring. Following a PUMPHANDLE FALLAWAY SLAM, Danny places his foot on Simon’s chest and plays air bagpipes while the count is made. COLE That isn’t going to get it done, believe me. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Simon escapes an attempted scoop slam and executes a back suplex! Then without hesitation he rolls over to his corner and tags Ned! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" A big roundhouse floors Danny and rocks Scott, who is then fired off and back body dropped. Big clothesline sends him over the rope, leaving Ned alone with Danny Boy. The Irishman begs off but is shown no mercy by the Orange County Cobra. Hammered in the corner, Danny is whipped across and nailed by a standing dropkick from Simon as Ned drops down. COACH Come on, referee! It’s 2 on 1 in there. Do your job! Queen Esther frantically motions to the back as Ned hits THE SLINGSHOT SUPLEX! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The cover. ONE! TWO! THR-- NO, THE MARDI GRAS HELLFIRE CLUB BREAKUP THE PIN!! * DINGDINGDING * Scott yanks Simon down from the apron and whips him into the guardrail, then grabs his SPIKED CLUB and returns inside. Rico, Lucius and Danny all do a number on Ned before holding him up for Scott. COLE Oh, no, we’ve seen the damage caused by that damn club. COACH Ned won’t be the Handsome Hustler by the end of tonight, Cole. Instead he’ll be the Ugly Hustler! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" SCOTT/DANNY/RICO/LUCIUS All the Queen’s Men hightail it as THE CITIZEN SOLDIERS hit the ring. COLE Baron Windels and Tim Cash have come to even the odds! Molly helps Simon into the ring as the O.C. Cobras and Citizen Soldiers stand tall. COACH What is this, the mutual admiration society? COLE There’s a lot of respect there, no question about it. And luckily there is because otherwise it wouldn’t be a pretty scene out here right now. Scottish Scott was ready to tee off on Ned’s head. COACH Headless Ned? Heh, that has a nice ring to it. COLE Ugh! Elsewhere Theodore Moneymaker has returned to his troubled pacing around The Enterprise dressing room. Timidly entering the room is Spencer Reiger, holding an ice pack to his head. MONEYMAKER Where is it? REIGER Not here. MONEYMAKER I can see that! I have eyes! What in the hell happened? REIGER She's the one woman that can resist the SR charm. Get Christian to do it, I need a nap. Reiger plops down on his comfy leather sofa while his boss fumes over the repeated failings. COMMERCIAL

COLE We understand that our broadcast colleague Josh Matthews is standing by, ready to try and talk to Leon Rodez. Hopefully we can get that interview this time, take it away Josh. As earlier, we find Leon sat in his secluded corner of the backstage area and a little more receptive to an interview who hasn't broken his heart. Josh stands over him, Leon staring the other way at the wall. MATTHEWS Leon, if we could, I'd like to get your thoughts on what happened this past Sunday at School's Out. LEON I'm not angry. And I'm not surprised. All I am... is numb. Leon glances over. LEON I told everybody what I was setting out to do this past Sunday. My goal was to take away from Zack what he had taken from me. To make him suffer the same pain that he's forced me to suffer. And I did that. I ran over that moment in my head a hundred times. Over and over again. And deep down, every time that thought ran through my mind, I knew in the back of my mind that I was going to pay. Pay for what I was going to do for Zack. And pay for my success. I just didn't expect it to be so soon... Scowling, Leon runs his hands through his hair. LEON But the source? That's no surprise to me. Because Krista Isadora Duncan is everything that's wrong with life. She epitomises how unfair life is. How someone can deserve nothing and get everything they desire. I've suffered thanks to Krista before, so I can't say I'm surprised that she's the source of my suffering now. But Krista needs to realise one thing. In my life, for every moment of pleasure, there must be one of pain. That moment, that brief moment of pleasure when I looked down at Zack being carried from the ring... that's the one moment of happiness I have to cling to from this entire sorry year. All the bad and all the wrong that's been dealt me on one hand, what I did to Zack on the other. Well, Krista, I feel that pain again now. And I'll feel this pain time and time again like I have for months. But that moment of pleasure at YOUR expense... it will be worth all the pain in the world to me. You deserve your taste of bad karma, perhaps more than anyone else. And I... Leon trails off and his head sinks down into his shoulders. The reason being the appearance of Jade Rodez-Duncan, wearing a worried expression on her face. She kneels down next to her uncle, who flinches wishing she wasn't so close. JADE We need to talk. LEON No we don't. JADE Yes... yes we do Leon. This isn't right and I can't bear seeing you like this anymore, you have to talk to somebody about this. You're depressed and you need... LEON I don't need to talk. Least of all to you. You're the absolute last person I want to see right now, so why don't you just leave me alone? JADE Because I'm worried about you! Leon slowly looks up and chuckles under his breath. LEON Why the sudden change of heart? JADE What... Leon, please, stop this... LEON Why don't you just run along and go celebrate with Mommy? That's where you'd rather be. It's where you've been the past year, right? You didn't care about me then. I don't need you pretending to give a damn about me now, just to sooth your conscience. Standing up, Leon walks off and leaves his niece behind close to tears. We cut back to the Enterprise dressing room, where Mister Moneymaker's fretting has been replaced by Lorelei DeCenzo's tight glare, and Morgan's puppy dog face. No need for pictures because you know what they all look like! LORELEI I do not much care for being left unconscious on a dressing room. I find it frightening, distasteful and above all an assault on my character. MORGAN I know. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help. Is that what you want? I'll own it, it was my fault. LORELEI No it wasn't your fault it happened. MORGAN If you'll just....it wasn't my fault? LORELEI You can't be two places at once. What is your fault is why haven't the people responsible been caught and brought to justice. I thought you were an inspector, I thought this was your job. You've lost you're edge. And its all because of the doctors. You've had so many hospitalizations, treatments, medicines, therapist, that you've totally lost the real you. You're becoming a twisted perverted version of everyone else. What is your exact diagnosis. MORGAN Major depression, ptsd and psychotic tendencies. LORELEI What psychotic tendencies? MORGAN I...I...don't want to say. LORELEI Do you have homicidal thoughts? Suicidal thoughts? What about post traumatic stress syndrome, what happened in your life to screw you up so bad? MORGAN I...please stop. LORELEI It hurts doesn't it? That's because they're trying to make you into something you're not. A copy of them. But they'll never accept you, you've been branded a freak and a monster. A sociopath with child like tendencies, isn't that right? MORGAN Someone said...I have the mind...of a child. Can we stop talking about this? LORELEI We're talking about who you really are? What does the real Morgan want to do to the person that harmed me? MORGAN I want to hurt them. LORELEI How bad. MORGAN I want to hurt them till their vocal chords collapse from screaming after being in so much pain. I want to watch their eyes as they crumble physically in my hands. I want to make them suffer like I suffer everyday. LORELEI And so you shall. Throw away your pills, quit playing their game, and become the real Morgan. Become a monster. We fade out on Morgan pondering Lori's advice. COMMERCIAL

I am a Real American Dick! Exploding on the face of every woman! I am Real American Dick! Suck on my balls, till I cum like Niagara falls! When I come crashing down and its throbbing deep inside I’ll leave you wetter than a flood tide I gotta bend you over that’s how I like to ride! I date a girl who whips my hide And my 12 inches is my greatest pride I am a Real American Dick! Exploding on the face of every woman! I am Real American Dick! Suck on my balls, till I cum like Niagara falls! "Womanizer" kicks in and through the impressive golden shower of pyro emerge the most x-rated couple in professional wrestling today, Malaysia Nerdly and of course Mister Dick. As well as the golden sparks, boos rain down on Mister Dick as he takes off his glittering white cowboy hat and holds it underneath himself and Malaysia to catch any of the stray spit they start swapping. For good measure he hocks a big loogie into the hat, which Malaysia places her face inside seconds later. COLE Ew. BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, from San Antonio, Texas... weighing two hundred, thirty eight pounds. Accompanied to the ring by MALAYSIA NERDLY and representing The Deadly Alliance... MMMIIIIIISSSSSSSTTEEEEEERRRRRRRR... DDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCKK!!!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" BUFFER And in the ring, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, two hundred nine pounds, MARCUS WALKER! The enhancement raises his fist to the crowd while Mister Dick slides into the ring and starts to feverishly pound his crotch into the canvas, paying no attention to his opponent. COLE Mister Dick has been in a bad mood, worse than usual that is, since missing out on being involved in this past Sunday's School's Out. But I guess all is right with the world now, having helped Reject capture Money In The Bank. COACH Yeah but I still think Mr. Dick's got some unfinished business with Denzel Spencer. *DINGDINGDING!* Mr. Dick rushes his opponent in the corner with kicks and stomps, working him down into the turnbuckles. Pinning his throat on the bottom rope, Mr. Dick then pushes up on the ropes, choking Walker to the referee's count of four. Satisfied with his work, Mr. Dick strolls all the way over to his corner for some more attention from Malaysia. COACH Isn't it refreshing to see true love flowering before your eyes? After some smooches, Mr. Dick is pointed back to the action by his authorative ladyfriend. Mr. Dick grabs Walker as he comes out of the corner, scooping and slamming him in the middle of the ring. And he enjoyed it so much, he decides to do it again. On the third scoop slam, he makes a lazy cover while giving Malaysia a good look at his rippling abs... 1... 2... Kickout. Not concerned with the kickout at all, Mr. Dick's gaze stays on Malaysia and he crawls across the ring for another kiss. COACH You know, I wouldn't stay in a bad mood long either if I had Malaysia. COLE If you had Malaysia, you'd be hospitalised within a week. COACH Yeah, but it'd be worth it. Whipping Walker to the ropes, Mister Dick knocks him down with a clothesline, all very routine for The Human Hard On. The fans start to get on his back and he gives as good as he gets, shouting abuse from over the ropes. Unbeknownest to MD, his inexperienced opponent is getting back up and his eyes widen as he spots an opportunity. Malaysia tries to warn her man, but before he knows what's happening, Mr. Dick has been pulled down with a schoolboy rollup! COLE WAIT A MINUTE! 1... 2... KICKOUT! COLE Oh my, Mister Dick almost got shocked right there!! That cocksure attitude almost cost him again, if he thought what happened with Denzel was embarrassing, he nearly topped that tonight! Flustered, Mister Dick gets back up and is met with a combination of right hands from Walker, getting the crowd excited. Walker hits the ropes and has the presence of mind to duck a Dick clothesline. But Mister Dick has had enough at this point and DESTROYS his opponent coming back off the ropes with a STIFF KICK!!!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH OH what a kick! COLE I think Mister Dick is finally paying attention. Suddenly Mr. Dick is all business, dragging the nobody who almost embarrassed him to his feet. He slaps Walker around a little, before jarring him with an inverted atomic drop. Hitting the ropes Mr. Dick shows more intensity with a Clothesline From Hell, mowing Walker down! COLE There's the Cock Shock and that should avoid the shock upset, but it could have been very different. Mister Dick drags what's left of Walker up again. Lifting him onto his shoulders, Mr. Dick hits the COCK BLOCK and forces Walker down with a disgruntled pin... 1... 2... 3!!! *DINGDINGDING!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match... MMIIIIIISSSSSTTEEEERRRR... DDIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCKK!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Still scowling, Mister Dick looks almost embarrassed at what happened. Not even offering any physical contact for Malaysia, he storms out of the ring and gets into another arguement with some fans on his way to the back. COLE Clearly Mister Dick hasn't learnt the lessons that Denzel Spencer should have taught him. Maybe now, Mister Dick will start taking his opponents a little more seriously? COACH Why? COLE Why!? Coach, he could have gotten beat again tonight! COACH You want to know why Mister Dick's angry? Because he's the premier athlete in the world and he's sick of people getting by on flukes. This guy tonight? Would have been nothing but a fluke. Just like Denzel Spencer was nothing but a fluke. He's no match for Mister Dick, he just got lucky. And Mister Dick hates people who rely on luck. COLE You can put a positive spin on it all you want, but you don't win matches on paper or by tales of the tape, you win them in the ring. Maybe Mister Dick ought to learn that, instead of whining and crying when somebody like Denzel Spencer beats him fair and square? We cut backstage where Mister Theodore Moneymaker is still pacing in the dressing room, as annoyed and frantic as ever. His hopes don't rise any when CMJ strolls into the room with a bloody nose. MONEYMAKER Well, where’s the title? CMJ Imprinted on my fahhead. She went and wacked me. MONEYMAKER Damn it all to hell! I own that woman, that is no joke. I didn’t pay millions to continually be made to look like an incompetent ass! I may be the minority owner in FIT With KID but I won’t be minimalized! Spencer! Half asleep on the leather couch, Spencer Reiger barely finds it in himself to appear interested. MONEYMAKER I want that world title. I want it as symbol of our new found unity, to retrieve it she must accept me as her... REIGER Yeah, yeah, I'll get it, no problem. She may be a lesbian, but nobody can resist the SR charm. Much more confident than his boss, Mister Reiger exits the room with a cocky strut. COMMERCIAL

Backstage in the pricey high real estate dressing room of The Enterprise, Theodore Moneymaker paces around the room, while CMJ admires his many tattoos. MONEYMAKER We are bringing that woman down! CMJ She made ya look like a chowdahead. MONEYMAKER I know that! I know what she did! And she won’t do it again! I am nobody’s fool. Nobody’s fool! You are going to go find her, and you are going to go swipe that belt from around her waist. We are going to keep that belt until she learns to play team ball! CMJ She gots a mahtch wit Faqu MONEYMAKER Screw Faqu! I own 30% of her ass, and I’m going to make sure she damn well knows that! Moneymaker storms off with CMJ left with his mission. COLE Major changes here in the OAOAST and an unprecedented situation, TWO former World Champions off the back of this past Sunday night. And right now we're going to take you backstage and get some comments from a man who... well, who knows how he must be feeling right now, Leon Rodez. Backstage we go and in an unfortunate piece of staff management, we find Maggie Nerdly with microphone in hand. MAGGIE Uhm, thanks Michael. I'm gonna try and get a few words with the former World Champion, although I'm not sure he's gonna be in a talky mood. After a clear moment's hesitation, Maggie moves around a stack of metal pipes to a lonely and isolated part of the arena, literally the far corner. Sat there on the floor is Leon Rodez. Glancing up, Leon notices who's appeared in front of him and immediately he lowers his head with a snarl on his face. MAGGIE Leon? Staring straight ahead, Leon doesn't acknowledge his former girlfriend at all. MAGGIE Leon... it's Maggie, I need to get an interview with you. Still no answer and Maggie looks worried. Carefully she starts to approach Leon, when suddenly he looks up. LEON Haven't you done enough? MAGGIE I'm... just here to do an interview. It's my job, I'm sorry... LEON You're 'sorry'. You're 'sorry'? No, you're not sorry. You're pitiful. You're feeling sorry for yourself, because you look at me and you wonder what you did wrong, because everything is about you, isn't it? Needy. That's your problem. You're needy. If the world doesn't revolve around you then it doesn't matter. Well I realise now just how pathetic you really are. All the time we were together, you didn't give a crap about me, just about how I made you feel. Heh... You're an attention whore, as well as an actual whore. Get the hell out of my sight. Gasping, Maggie can't quite believe how Leon can be so cruel. She tries to say something back, but feeling herself well up, she covers her mouth and scuttles off sobbing. Leon watches with a contemptful look before lowering his head again. COLE Er... well, unfortunately it... looks like we won't have that interview for you right now. We apologise for that, something we clearly didn't need to see. Poor Maggie. COACH Poor Maggie? Poor Leon more like. COMMERCIAL

We cut to a graphic stating what we're watching is "EARLIER TODAY". A black SUV comes zooming into the parking lot, and as the door opens we see the former World Champion, ZACK MALIBU exit his vehicle. Malibu goes around the back and grabs his gym bag, then heads for the arena. A group of fans notice the OAOAST Franchise heading in and start to mob him, but the normally accomodating Zack walks past them all and into the arena. Some of the fans start booing as Zack walks past without so much as acknowledging any of them, including the younger fans, who can do nothing but watch as the door slams shut after Zack enters the building. Backstage, Tony Brannigan is joined by V.I.C.E. BRANNIGAN The action continues in a moment. But right now I’d like to question Detective Tango Bosley and CPA regarding their involvement this past Sunday night at School’s Out during the tag team title match between Team Heyross and the Orange County Cobras. BOSLEY We agreed to an interview, not an interrogation. CPA Yeah, man, you think we’re criminals? Because only them dirt bags get questioned. Me and Boz, we’re a couple of good guys. BOSLEY And we got video proof too. Roll it~! School's Out Courtesy: OAOAST Home Entertainment BOSLEY We saved Team Heyross the tag team championship. You think they’d be grateful, but NOOOOOO! Not even so much as a “thank you” tweet on their Twitter accounts. Don’t they know no good deed is supposed to go unpunished? CPA Now we’re mad. Real mad. Ain’t nobody gonna disrespect us like that and get away with it. So we’re dropping a challenge to Moss and Benjamin. Anytime, anywhere. Pick the date and don’t be late. BOSLEY I told you, man, it won’t be that simple. We’re gonna have to make it non-title. They’re gonna be scared about losing the straps, a sure thing against us. But hey, since it’s all about teaching them respect, it‘s a win-win. Am I right? CPA Not just right, but right on. BOSLEY YEAH! THEN COME GET YOU SOME TEAM HEYROSS! We cut away to… TONIGHT'S MAINEVENT OAOAST WORLD TITLE FAQU VS KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAN TONIGHT! COMMERCIAL

We're taken to the center of the ring where Mister Michael Buffer stands at the ready! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the NEW OAOAST WORLD CHAMPION, KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAAAAAAAAAAN! Gimme them bright lights, long nights High rise, overtime Gimme them bright lights, long nights Party till the sun is rising High rise, overtime Working 'till the moon is shining Hot guys, fly girls Never gonna say it I feel on top of the world, I feel on top of the world Hey! A gigantic standing ovation welcomes the brand new world champion, outfitted in a crinkle blouse mixing spicy purple and iris blue along with bell bottomed jeans from Diane von Furstenberg. Also there is the OAOAST world title, with Krista casually carries along as if it were just another piece of her ensemble. KRISTA COLE Krista Isadora Duncan’s amazing career had its keynote moment this past Sunday when she cashed in her money in the bank contract to swipe the world title right out of Leon Rodez’s hands! It took four years just for someone to beat Krista, how long could she hold onto the title? Krista enters the ring and is handed a microphone. “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” KRISTA Mister Buffer I love you because you’re one of the few people who didn’t try to grab my ass at the Christmas party. But your introduction was lacking some vital facets of information. Let me show you how its done Ladies and gentlemen please welcome the first ever Jewish, lesbian, blond haired, Lakers season ticket holding, Californian, single mother, Best Buy RewardZone member, secret Trekkie, world champion….moi! “YEAAAAAAA!” KRISTA By the way that Best Buy reward zone card is just great. Its nice to know after I spend a hundred dollars on dvds and games my daughters will never use I’ll be able to get a coupon for five dollars off a 2000 dollar flat screen, thanks Best Buy! COLE I happen to use rocks and twigs to entertain myself. KRISTA When I woke up on Sunday, my first thought wasn’t to cashing in my money in the bank contract; actually my first thought was how drunk did I get last night in order to wake up in this bondage dungeon chained to two hairy Vietnamese guys. Even when the police kindly escorted me back to my hotel room after kindly not questioning me about the dead body wrapped in duct tape on the dungeon floor, I didn’t think about cashing in my contract. Why I didn’t even remember I had the contract until I needed something to throw at Terry’s head and had to chose between a table lamp and the briefcase. The lamp is tired and clichéd and I think he’s developed some kind of immunity so I picked the briefcase. After waking up from being knocked out, and having paramedics stopping his internal bleeding, Terry told me I had to cash in before my contract run out. After I had security escort him from my room and beat him in the hallway for telling me what to do., I thought maybe Terry was right. But I couldn’t possibly cash it in on Zack. He’s The Franchise like Ronald McDonald, or that weird purple retarded guy that always tags along with him. I couldn’t do that to Zack I li-li-li-liiiiiiikeeee ….I don’t hate Zack! And I’m sorry for his loss. But I’ll tell you who do I hate. I hate Jimmy Fallon, I think his jokes are simple and stale and he looks kind of like a mole rat. I’ll tell you who I also hate and that’s Leon Rodez! “LEON SUCK! LEON SUCKS! LEON SUCKS!” KRISTA As some his earlier adult films would attest to, he sucks quite a bit and loves every flamingly gay minute of it. Good for him, I say, jolly good for him! Our good pal Leon had a reputation as a good guy, happy go-lucky, and everybody’s friend. Everybody’s except Krista. People would ask me “Why don’t you like Leon?” as if liking Leon was a prerequisite to using oxygen on this planet. “You have to give Leon a chance.” No, I’ve never given my arms being sawed off a chance and I know I don’t like that. Do you know why I never liked Leon? I never much cared for him because he was fraud. I knew his whole nice guy act was as authentic as Milli Vanlilli. I grew up in a political family; I could spot a liar in the next solar system. Trust me, everyone, no one is that happy, no one is that cheerful, well except maybe Carrot Top but he’s weird anyway. I’m sorry to say people just aren’t like that. They’re cruel souls wrapped in a cloak of malice and evil. Leon just hid his sick ways better than the rest of us. Fortunately, when he was at his worst I was at my best. I was right there to cut him up, drag him down, and tear his little world apart. Kind of like the IRS in a way. Regardless, its great to be your world champion, it falls somewhere behind making a robot out of tin cans in 3rd grade on my list of great achievements. Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game “BOOOOOOOO!” What would Krista’s first promo as champion be without Theodore Moneymaker interrupting it? It wouldn’t be complete at all! Wearing a pinstriped suit and an unusually cheerful smile, the messiah walks himself into hostile territory. KRISTA I see they opened the gate to hell earlier than usual. COLE We should’ve expected this. Anytime something good is given to Krista, Theodore Moneymaker is right there to take it away. COACH Everything Mister Moneymaker does he does for the greater good of the OAOAST Marks. Krista fights back her strong urges to attack Moneymaker on sight, and allows him into the ring. “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” MONEYMAKER Krista, above all else, I want to take this moment in history to offer you congratulations. You deserve it more than any champion before you. I’m a bit of a pigskin fan myself, and your title victory reminds me a lot of Peyton Manning, a good old boy with great talent, finally winning the big win and cementing his place as one of the all time greats. KRISTA I stopped understanding anything you said after “Krista”. MONEYMAKER I just want you to understand that I’m proud of you. KRISTA Are you feeling okay? Are you on some kind of new allergy medication? Shouldn’t you be lamenting my title win as damning the souls of America’s children to hell with my lesbian voodoo trickery? MONEYMAKER BWHAHAHAHAH. A great sense of humor for a great champion. Just because our lifestyles may differ doesn’t mean my heart isn’t filled with pride for you. “BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!” KRISTA On this rare occasion I’m included to agree with the crowd that consists of numerous people wearing Tony Tourettes pull my finger shirt. MONEYMAKER Krista, you could sodomize goats and I’d still be proud of you. KRISTA You’d be proud of me sodmizing goats? What? MONEYMAKER No, no, what I meant…nevermind. As an investor in TSM I am proud that a woman of your class and character represent this company and my network. Even if you are a Jew. But, most of all I’m proud to be your partner. KRISTA Honey, are you going to proposition me for sex, because if you are- MONEYMAKER Krista, I just completed the business deal of the decade. I have given to the both of us a holy matrimony in the field of the marketplace. You and I are joined in perfect union, because as of five minutes ago I own 30% of FIT with KID. KRISTA Its funny, honey, I thought you may have said you own 30% of FIT with KID, and obviously if you said that my head would’ve exploded and that hasn’t happened so it must not be what you said. MONEYMAKER No, Krista, you heard correctly. KRISTA What kind of heartless scum would sell you 30% of the company? MONEYMAKER Your mother. KRISTA Like I said, what kind of heartless scum would sell you 30% of the company? MONEYMAKER Krista, don’t you understand the brighter future we’re prepared to create for the people? Together, you and I have formed a blessed partnership touched by the gods. With your charisma and my mental abilities; together we are paving the way for a multifaceted entertainment conglomerate to take hold of this great country. Film, online media, fitness, news, as my friend Spencer Reiger likes to say “The world is our’s” This is opportunity, my dear, and its one we’d be fools not to seize. And we seize it by first remodeling your image. As I told your mother when I brokered the deal, we’re going to make you into a docile, honest, respectable; middle American icon that stands for all that’s good in this country. You and I are going to do wonderful things in the name of this great nation. KRISTA Yeah, but you hate me. And seeing that my therapist says its okay to hate, I hate you right back! In the past two years, you have put three bounties on my head, drove Alix away and nearly drugged her to death, stolen the tag titles from me, threatened my eldest daughter, called my youngest daughter the antichrist, sicked every broke bastard in the OAOAST on me, painted me as some feminazi destroyer of human life as we know it. Can’t a girl breathe? Can’t a girl get some space? Even Lex Luthor let Superman enjoy the weekend. There is no partnership, there’s no turning me into some kind of living Aunt Jemima, I don’t care what my mother told you, she’s liable to say I’m an alien spy if she’s on the right mix of Valium and Gin MONEYMAKER You have it wrong, so very wrong, Krista. Those were the old battles, ancient wars, they mean nothing now. They were unproductive, evil lines of thought and we’re tossing them out the door! A new world champion, a new partnership, calls for new thought. Here’s one for you, I love you. I think, and your mother thinks, that perhaps one day, you and I could make the ultimate husband and wife team. KRISTA Do2djo91ue9ejd2odwodwodwodjo!knveiwnichnwichichqw! MONEYMAKER Krista, I don’t mean to bring negativity into this situation, but on a basic level, if you want to simply survive as a world champion, you need the protection I can give you. You’re entering brave new territory on both fronts and you’re going to need to adapt and change. Those are the keys of life, they keep humanity on course. You can chose to adapt and survive, or you can remain rooted in your ways and die. I’ve made my choice, I’ve extended the olive branch to my once greatest rival. Do the right thing and except my kindness. Moneymaker holds his arms open for a big hug. But Krista does more than that and actually kisses him on the lips! “BOOOOOOOOO!” Suddenly Krista breaks away from the liplock and nails The Enterprise CEO with a KIDology! “YEAAAAAAAAA!” COLE Moneymaker got exactly what he deserved! Krista flips herself over the ropes to the outside, where she backs up the ramp laughing at Moneymaker’s demise. MONEYMAKER (clutching neck) Playing hard to get I see.

SCHOOL'S OUT 2009 ZACK MALIBU VS LEON RODEZ The crowd roars as Zack brings Leon up and hurls him against the guardrail, then delievers a few right hands for good measure! Leon fights back, trying to tackle Zack to the ground, but Zack hangs on and tries to deliver knees to his foe, only to have Leon toss him overhead **** Zack quickly goes for School's Out, but Leon snares Zack foot before it can connect with his face! Rodez smirks, but that moment of confidence is his downfall as Zack hops up and cracks him with his free leg! The enzugiri rattles Rodez and frees Zack, who hits the ropes and comes off with a ZACK ATTACK...only to be dropkicked out of the air by Leon! **** A wild-eyed Zack charges in once more, but this time Leon beats him for speed, tripping Zack up and looking for the LIONTAMER! ***** Zack suddenly comes to life though, switching behind Leon and executing a GERMAN SUPLEX! He hangs onto the waist and rolls Leon through, stunned at the sudden turn of events. And a SECOND GERMAN isn't far behind! Zack rolls through with Leon again and goes for the third rolling german. **** Dragging Zack up again, Leon quickly hooks him up with a BRAINBUSTER!! He hooks both legs... **** Zack scales the ropes as fast as his weakened body will carry him and stands on the top rope, looking down at Leon. He takes off and tumbles with his challenger's patented 450 SPLASH... BUT FINDS NOBODY HOME!!! **** Measuring him again, Leon takes a step back. With a quick 180, he then NAILS Zack with a Rolling Sobat kick, right to the HEAD, causing Zack to slump unconsciously to the canvas!!! **** Realisation sets in for the crowd too and they show their disgust as Leon is confirmed as the winner. Still sat in the centre of the ring, Leon reaches up and SNATCHES the World Title belt away from referee Nick Patrick, holding it in front of his face. No smile appears, no sign of any happiness. Just defiant victory. **** Give me those bright lights, long nights High rise, over time "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE WHAT?! Give me them bright lights, long nights Party till the sun is rising High rise, over time Working till the moon is shining Hot guys, fly girls Never thought I'd say I feel on top of the world I feel on top of the world Hey The crowd go WILD as Leon watches confused for the return appearance of KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAN. And his face slowly sinks into resignment when he notices a third referee tracking her to the ring. COACH What the hell is this about!? COLE Is this what I think it is!? Krista marches right past Zack on her way down the aisle, setting her briefcase under the ropes and sliding into the ring, to be immediately jumped by stomps from Leon! **** Circling around in pain, Leon's pain isn't over as Krista retrieves her briefcase AND CLOCKS LEON RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES!!!!!! *THUD!* Leon falls chest-first into the ropes, which bounce him back, right into KIDOLOGY!!!!!!!!!! **** BUFFER LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HISTORY HAS BEEN MADE HERE TONIGHT... YOUR BRAND NEW OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, IS KRISTA IIISSSSAAAAADDOOOORRRRAAAAA... DDUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNCCAAAAAAAAAANN!!!!!! "YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" The referee picks the OAOAST World Title belt up off of the mat and hands it over to Krista, nearly causing the roof to be blown off! Krista plays it cool and shrugs her shoulders, as if wondering why people think winning a World Title is so hard. PRESENTED IN HD FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY -OVER 200 COUNTRIES IN 10 DIFFERENT LANGUAGES- -TO MORE THEN TEN MILLION VIEWERS EACH WEEK- -THE OAOAST THE WORLD WIDE LEADER IN PARODY ENTERTAINMENT-

woah I messed up, I meant for this show to be posted on saturday

First world title defense Krista Isadora Duncan Vs Faqu

The dude KC woll edit in the Mainevent when he's all finished. HD will go up on Sstaurday or Sunday to give cats time to write,

BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your MAIN EVENT of the evening! Scheduled for one fall, it is for the OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!! "Oh (hey!), I've been travelin' on this road too long Just tryin' to find my way back home But the old me's dead and gone Dead and gone And oh (hey!), I've been travelin' on this road too long Just tryin' to find my way back home But the old me's dead and gone Dead and gone, dead and gone..." The opening to "Dead And Gone" by T.I. fades into "Numb" by Linkin Park, creating a dark mood over the arena. Emerging through the entrance way, head down, an unrobed and unshaven Leon Rodez walks out to a chorus of boos. His head doesn't lift but his eyes do, looking up at the people who once beloved him spitting hatred his way. He slowly makes his way down the aisle past them as the song meanders along. Coming to a stop in the middle of the aisle he then looks up as the song suddenly erupts and the lights flash back and forth from purple to white static (*coughrandyortoncough*). "I'VE BECOME SO NUMB I CAN'T FEEL YOU THERE BECOME SO TIRED SO MUCH MORE AWARE! I'M BECOMING THIS ALL I WANT TO DO IS BE MORE LIKE ME AND BE LESS LIKE YOU!" As the song settles down so does Leon, calmly walking down the ramp, his normal jovial look replaced by one more sinsiter. He heads to the ring, when suddenly ZACK MALIBU clobbers him from behind, nearly sending Leon into the camera man! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE It looks like we're not going to be waiting any longer for this one! The crowd roars as Zack brings Leon up and hurls him against the guardrail, then delievers a few right hands for good measure! Leon fights back, trying to tackle Zack to the ground, but Zack hangs on and tries to deliver knees to his foe, only to have Leon toss him overhead! Zack tries to hurry to his feet, but Leon hits a running soccer kick that cracks Zack's ribcage, doubling the champion over! Leon then drops his knee across Zack's throat, choking him out as referee Nick Patrick, and a slew of others from the back rush the aisleway and try to break it up! They urge Leon to relinquish the choke, and Leon shockingly obliges, then delivers a hard stomp to Zack's ribs to take the wind out of him. The referees try to seperate Leon from Zack, as Malibu rises to his feet, coughing hard after the rib shot, but Leon scatters the referees and goes for Zack just as Malibu lunges for him! The two rivals grab each other by the head with one hand and start pummeling with the other, brawling it out like a hockey fight in the middle of the aisleway! Eventually, Leon gets the upper hand and starts pounding on Zack's back, but Malibu drops down and takes out his legs, bringing him to the floor! Now Zack has the mount, and is hitting elbows as Leon frantically tries to defend himself, and the referees try to get Zack off of Leon! COACH This is god damn CHAOS already, Mikey Cole! COLE These two former friends engaged in a vicious fight, we knew this would be personal and it's damn sure that right now! These two aren't thinking about the World Title at the moment, this is about pure resentment and hatred! Zack gets pulled off, but then shoves the refs away, not wanting them to keep him from exacting revenge against his former partner. Leon gets to his feet, but Zack kicks him in the stomach and then hits a snap suplex on the arena floor, causing a loud grunt of pain to eminate from the mouth of Leon Rodez! Again, the referees try to lure Zack towards the ring, but Malibu brushes them off and stands over Leon, pulling his head up simply to deliver a series of right hands to his temple! Zack then pulls Leon up and leads him down to the ring, with the refs in hot pursuit to make sure that they get there...only to have Zack slam Leon face first into the ring apron! COLE I don't think that's what they wanted Zack to do! Leon falls to one knee, but when Zack goes for him again, Leon hits a low blow, then takes Zack by the head and sends him into the steel steps! Malibu's body collides hard with the unforgiving steel, and he lay pressed up against them, while Leon rolls into the ring. COACH At least Leon does what he's told! COLE Oh please, Coach. Malibu is groggy, but continues to send the refs away as they come to check on him. He climbs up on the apron, but Leon is right there, shoulderblocking him through the ropes before suplexing him into the ring! Leon rolls to his feet and then starts stomping Malibu, while Nick Patrick slides in, now able to contain the two superstars, and calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING! COLE After all that, we're finally LEGALLY underway! Leon lays on the mat and locks Zack in a front facelock, holding onto it even as Zack powers up to his feet. He tries to suplex Zack again, but Malibu won't go over, and when his feet hit the mat again, he's able to adjust, carrying Leon over with a fireman's carry! They get up, and Leon gets FLOORED with a right hand by Zack! Leon gets up, and Zack goes for an inverted atomic drop, but Leon hooks the head and again forces Zack down by holding him in a facelock! Wrenching the neck, Leon then tries for a neckbreaker, but at the last second, Zack shifts his arms back and tries for a backslide...but Leon won't go over! Rodez fights it, trying to bring Zack over in his own backslide, but Zack hangs on, as the two men jockey for position, arms intertwined! They circle the ring attatched to each other, each one not wanting to be the one to give, and that's when Leon snaps his head back, headbutting Zack in the back of the head! Malibu shakes it off the first time, but Leon does it another two times, then pulls Zack down into a pin! ONE! NO! Zack rolls to his feet, so Leon sweeps his legs out from under him, then goes for another pin! ONE! KICKOUT! Zack kicks out once again, so Leon traps his head once again, then hits a face first suplex! Leon then backs up, and as Zack rises, hits a low dropkick to Zack's face, dazing him before going for another cover! ONE! T-NO! Leon goes back to the same move he used in the aisle, pressing his knee against Zack's throat, and Patrick is quick to warn him of the choke. Leon takes his time, using up every last second of the five count before pulling Zack to his feet and hitting a gutbuster on the World Champion! Leon then stands over Zack as he crawls on all fours, then fishhooks his mouth and pulls his head back, looking to tear the flesh off Zack's face! COLE C'mon Patrick! Patrick admonishes Rodez, who obliges, and then slaps Zack across the back of the head. He brings him up, but Zack pushes him away. Rodez scowls to himself, then goes for Zack again, only to get CRACKED with a hard European uppercut! Rodez staggers back, and now Zack is back up, delivering two hard right hands before pulling Leon into a butterfly lock and hitting knee after knee after knee, brutalizing the man he once called friend with repeated shots! Zack then forearms him across the back before hitting an overhead belly to belly suplex! Leon lands across the ring, and as he gets up Malibu races up behind him and grabs a rear waistlock, then tosses Leon down! He stands over Leon and works him over with some vicious crossface shots, then pulls Leon up and snapmares him over, then delivers a hard kick to Leon's back! The crowd goes "oooooooh" as the smack echoes through the arena, so Zack delivers a second kick, equally as hard! He brings Leon up, but a thumb to the eyes breaks Zack's momentum! Leon peppers Zack with forearm shots, but Zack fires back, nailing Leon with forearms of his own before Rodez cuts him off with a knee to the stomach, then hooks Zack by the waistband and hurls him through the ropes to the floor! COACH Atta boy, Leon. Treat him the way he treated you! COLE If Leon did that, then we wouldn't be having this match! "LET'S GO ZACK!" "LET'S GO ZACK!" "LET'S GO ZACK!" "LET'S GO ZACK!" Leon heads to the floor, and as Zack rises, he charges him, running Zack into the railing! With Zack slumped against the barrier, Leon stomps him down, then once again chokes him by pushing his boot into Zack's throat! Zack struggles to get up, and finally hooks Leon's ankle as he's trying to choke Zack, and fights to his feet while holding Leon at bay! Leon, hopping on one foot, tries a few desperate swings, until Zack throws his leg down, then nails him with a short lariat! Zack then yanks Leon off the ground and whips HIM into the barrier, then nails Leon with a spinning wheel kick which sends BOTH of them careening into the crowd! COLE These people are certainly going to get their money's worth! The crowd scrambles out of the way, surrounding the two superstars as they pull themselves up from the floor. Zack goes after Leon, however a low blow stuns Zack and allows Leon to buy himself some time! He follows up by grabbing Zack and crotching him on the guardrail, and Malibu howls in agony at the double-shot his nether region has just taken thanks to his former best friend! COACH Get those frustrations out, Leon! COLE And look at that cold look in Leon's eyes. Heeding Coach's advice, Leon grabs a chair from the crowd and readies it, as Malibu slides off the rail and to the floor. Leon brings the chair over his head and swings, but Malibu manages to sidestep the shot, and Leon hits the floor! Zack hits a quick knee to the gut, then grabs the chair himself...but before he can swing, Patrick grabs it, warning Zack not to do it! Leon comes out swinging, but the momentary distraction isn't enough to get Zack to lose track, as he ducks the shot and nails Leon with a flurry before clotheslining him back over the railing! Leon crawls around ringside, and Zack follows him, tossing him back into the ring to exact more revenge! He waits on the apron, then springboards in as Leon gets up, leveling him with a springboard bodypress! The impact sends Zack rolling off of Leon, but he's up immediately, as is the challenger! Zack quickly goes for School's Out, but Leon snares Zack foot before it can connect with his face! Rodez smirks, but that moment of confidence is his downfall as Zack hops up and cracks him with his free leg! The enzugiri rattles Rodez and frees Zack, who hits the ropes and comes off with a ZACK ATTACK...only to be dropkicked out of the air by Leon! COLE Great counter wrestling, which is to be expected given how well these two know each other! Leon brings Zack up and shoves him into the corner, where he works him over with shoulderblocks before backing away, then charging in with a Superman spear that knocks whatever wind is left out of Malibu's body! He then takes Zack and fires him across the ring, but when Leon rushes him with a back elbow, Zack moves, and Leon slams against the turnbuckles before getting rolled up by Malibu! ONE! T-KICKOUT! COACH The schoolboy at School's Out ain't gonna cut it for Mister Malibu! Both men up again, and Zack fires off a series of hard chops, lighting up the chest of Leon Rodez! He backs Leon to the ropes and sends him in, and when Leon tries to leapfrog as Zack drops his head, Malibu pops right up and catches him in mid-air, then drives him into the canvas with a powerbomb! COLE He got him with that one! ONE! TWO! NO! KICKOUT! Leon waves his opponent away, trying to roll out of the ring to buy some recovery time. Zack grabs hold of Leon's ringgear pulls him back up, delivering shots to the back. With Leon softened up Zack grabs on with a waistlock and arches back with a German Suplex! COLE Here we go, Zack dancing with what brung him. And Zack may never let go of this waistlock, he may not stop suplexing Rodez until he's completely unconscious! Waistlock held Malibu brings Rodez up off the mat again. Unable to reach the ropes Leon looks set to go for another ride and desperately lashes out with an elbow! Zack is caught cold, losing Leon and losing his vertical base as he falls to a knee. COACH Then again, he may not. Referee Patrick checks Zack out after the elbow, but Leon isn't waiting around for an invitation and moves in kicking Zack in the head to knock him completely down! Ignoring the referee's warning, Leon moves around and stomps the head. Malibu covers up needing referee intervention to stop Leon. Pulling Zack off the mat Leon throws him face first into the turnbuckles. Clearly disorientated from the headshots Zack throws a wild right hand, which sweeps right in front of Leon's face and leaves him open for a knee to the ribs. Leon is able to just tee off on Zack with right hands. The punchdrunk World Champion is wobbly and eventually goes down to one knee in the corner, causing Patrick to step in again. COLE This a completely different side of Leon Rodez than we've ever seen before. Even against people like Christian Wright. Even when he was fighting for his family against Theodore Moneymaker. Even when he was inside a cage with Reject. We never, EVER saw this kind of remorseless and vicious attack. Quite clearly this is a man who just doesn't care anymore. COACH Well can you blame him? After all that's happened to him, from those people you just reeled off, from his so called friends, his so called family. And especially from Zack Malibu! Despite being noticeably groggy Zack waves Leon on, daring him to fight. Leon obliges and fends off Zack's attempts to work the body with some more hard shots to the head until Patrick seperates them again. Leon dodges his way around to get back to Zack, whipping him across the ring. Following in, Rodez runs into a raised boot though! Leon shakes it off and charges again, but Zack dodges out of the corner and opens up on his former friend with a flurry of open-handed strikes! COLE Zack opening up! Maybe he'll slap some sense into the Silky Smooth One! Zack lets out a shout as he loads Leon up for an irish whip. However, Leon spins out and SMASHES Zack right in the ear with an elbow! The champ drops and Leon covers... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COLE Zack's struggling a little here. That back elbow earlier really rocked him and Leon has stayed on the attack since. Pulling Zack to his feet Leon looks out at the crowd, encouraging The Franchise to fight back. Cupping him under the chin Leon aims and jabs down his elbow into Zack's forehead a couple of times, then palms him insultingly to the mat. "LET'S GO ZACK!" "LET'S GO ZACK!" "LET'S GO ZACK!" "LET'S GO ZACK!" COACH That ain't smart. Leon's been hearing that chants for five years and I think he's about sick of them. Not letting the crowd get to him Leon looks coldly out into the sea of fans. He pulls Zack up from his knees and delivers a forearm smash, before whipping him into the ropes. Leon ducks his head and gets caught with a boot! Zack then tackles Leon to the mat and unloads with wild lefts and rights to the approval of the crowd! After taking a few shots Leon manages to throw Zack off of him and rushes back to his feet, right into another double leg pick-up from the determined Malibu, who wails away with punches again. Able to escape again Leon scrambles away from his aggressor. A wild-eyed Zack charges in once more, but this time Leon beats him for speed, tripping Zack up and looking for the LIONTAMER! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Zack realises he's in trouble and fights against being turned. He manages to squirm free one leg, enough to kick out with forcing Leon to back off. Frustrated Leon curses at his luck, ready to snap at every little bit of misfortune life is handing him. When he moves back in, his eye is off the ball. And he gets caught, tripped up by Zack who swings around into a FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK!! "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COLE Submission applied by Zack! Sitting bolt upright there's a look of shock on Leon's face as Zack synches on the hold. The crowd love it, watching Leon writh in pain, payback for five weeks ago. Nick Patrick asks him if he wants to give it up but Leon says no. COLE Leon is in trouble! Does he have the heart to hang on? Looking around in search of the ropes Leon starts to crawl himself backwards. Zack continues to put on the pressure, forcing down on the legs. Referee Patrick is over him in seconds asking for the hold to be broken though as Leon reaches out and grabs the ropes, screaming at Patrick to "get him off me". Zack lingers for a second or two, but does untie himself from the hold and allows Leon to pull himself underneath the bottom rope to the outside. COACH Zack shoulda just hung on. Get DQed, break his leg, keep your title and make Daddysault proud. COLE Knock it off, would you? Leon limps around ringside, unaware that Zack is stalking him from the apron, ready to launch AIR MALIBU!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" With the referee ordering him to get the action back inside, Zack collects Leon and tosses him back in. Groggy from the clothesline Leon rolls to a seated position and shuffles backwards, BLOOD trickling from a cut above his eye, away from Zack who's pacing feet in front of him as if he were a wild animal stalking it's prey. Realising he's running out of ground Leon kicks out, trying to fend Zack off. Avoiding the first kick out, Malibu catches onto the second and drops an elbow to the inside of the knee! Leon lets out a shout as he hobbles to his feet, another shout soon to follow as Zack goes on the attack with kicks. Zack fires away at the leg repeatedly, Leon's leg buckling with each shot until finally he goes down. However Zack finds a false sense of security and Leon takes advantage by grabbing Zack's waistband and pulling him into a headbutt to the breadbasket. COLE This is resembling a street fight more than a wrestling match at times. Zack falls across the middle rope and Leon falls at his side, choking the World Champion across the rope! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FI..." Breaking the count Leon uses Zack's body for assistance to get up, just now noticing the cut over his eyebrow. He drags Zack off the ropes and delivers a back suplex, covering... ONE! TWO! NO! Leon drags Zack back to his feet and measures him with a hard right hand. Another leaves Zack on wobbly legs, but he lashes out with a knifedge chop as Leon takes too long glaring at his opponent to follow up. "WHOOOOOOOO!" Leon doubles up... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and takes another chop across the chest. Before Zack can build too much momentum though, Leon delivers a knee to the gut, then GOUGES the eyes of the World Champion! COLE Ugh! Look at that! Zack recoils temporarily blinded and Leon attacks clubbing Zack across the back, sending him sprawling throat first across the middle rope. Leon holds Zack's throat down against the rope for a couple of seconds, then looks out at the crowd and prepares to hit the ropes. Used to seeing a jig at this point, the fans know one isn't coming and jeer wildly. Wildly enough to put Rodez off. And he decides not to do the move at all just to completely spite them. COLE Well we know what we used to call Leon at times like these. But I think from now on, these fans are just going to be calling Leon a bitch. Period. Instead of running the ring, Leon drags Zack off the ropes. Zack suddenly comes to life though, switching behind Leon and executing a GERMAN SUPLEX! He hangs onto the waist and rolls Leon through, stunned at the sudden turn of events. And a SECOND GERMAN isn't far behind! Zack rolls through with Leon again and goes for the third rolling german. Just like earlier though, Leon counters with an elbow. Breaking apart the hands Leon then CRACKS Zack across the back of the head with a roundhouse Enziguri! Zack flops to the mat and Leon hooks the leg... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COLE These two know each other so well and Leon knows how to combat those rolling suplexes apparantly. Leon drags Malibu off of the mat by the hair, no care for his former friend. Stepping behind Leon hooks Zack for a back suplex and takes him up... and all the way over, Zack landing safely on his feet! A shove in the back sends Leon forward, sternum first into the turnbuckles. Zack sees a chance, but runs right into ANOTHER elbow as he tries to capitalise. Groans fill the arena as Leon, having avoided another dangerous situation, starts to climb the ropes. He reaches the middle turnbuckle and starts to move on to the top, when suddenly Zack bursts forward, SCALING THE ROPES AND DRAGGING RODEZ OFF THE TURNBUCKLES WITH A RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!!!!!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" COLE OH, MY~! I think that suplex alone was worth three rolling ones anyday! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" Turned inside out on impact Leon lays facedown, seemingly out of it. The World Champion starts to crawl over to him and manages to turn him over, putting himself on top... ONE! TWO! THR- KICKOUT! COLE But only a two count! COACH For someone who's given up on life, this guy's sure got a lot of fight. Walking it off, Zack waits for Leon to get back to his feet. Which he's understandably slow to do having been dropped so hard from so high. Zack is patient though, lying in wait as Leon finally reaches his feet. Off the ropes, Zack swings with a Lariat... which is DUCKED. Leon can did little more than that though and when he turns around, Zack is waiting with a ROUNDHOUSE KICK! A glancing blow, not enough to knock Leon down but enough to daze him. Turning the challenger around Zack capitalises with a high angle back suplex, dropping Rodez on his head and neck again in search of a pin... ONE! TWO! NO, TWO AGAIN! COLE Still not enough! But the World Champion can sense the end is near! Zack waits again, his foot impatiently moving around which gets the New Orleans' crowd excited. Leon slowly gets to his feet again and once he's up, Zack strikes with SCHOOL'S OU... ...NO! DUCKED! Keeping his feet, Zack is caught with a Rolling Sobat to the stomach almost making him leave his feet. Leon hits the ropes. He rolls through and looks for the clothesline, but it's Zack who ducks this time! A knee to the kidneys arches Leon back, allowing Zack to hook in an inverted front facelock. COLE CUT DAY! ...NO! Zack tries to twist into the Cut Day but Leon's head slips free and he counters with BLUE THUNDER! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COLE Boy these two are trading big moves, big strikes and big nearfalls! Shaking off the cobwebs, Leon grabs Zack and whips him to the ropes. Zack tries to surprise Leon with a Leaping Lariat coming back, but his former partner has seen it all before and drops to a knee to avoid it. Setting himself, Leon whips around with another Rolling Sobat. Zack deflects it this time and CRACKS Leon with a forearm! Zack then goes to hit the ropes, only for Leon to track him step for step and elbow Zack the moment he rebounds! COLE Ooh! Both champion and challenger are looking shaken now. As he staggers towards him, Leon grabs Zack and scoops him up, but Zack floats over, hooking the head on the way. And before Leon knows what's happening, Malibu twists around into the stunner!!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COLE THERE'S the Cut Day! Zack got him this time! Hook of the leg... ONE! TWO! SHOULDER OUT AT TWO!!! COLE Did he kick out!? Only two, the referee saying it was only a two count! Unbelievable! After pursuing the referee, Zack accepts it was two but struggles to believe it. COACH And Zack's gotta start wondering what it's gonna take now. That Cut Day is what put Bohemoth away at AngleMania... eventually. COLE Well it took alot that night and it may take alot tonight. But we know Zack Malibu has alot in his locker and at his disposal. Leon pulls himself back up and Zack moves in, unloading with a flurry of open handed slaps to the face to further daze the challenger, sending sweat and blood flying. Backing against the ropes Zack throws everything behind a final palm strike. But Leon catches onto the arm, kneeing Zack in the gut repeatedly with the arm half nelsoned. Wringing the arm, Leon places the sole of his boot flat against Zack's jawbone before falling backwards, causing Zack's jaw to jar against Leon's boot!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh! That looked nasty! Both men lay out on the canvas trying to recover. After a few seconds, Leon stirs himself and crawls on top with a cover... ONE! TWO! NO! "LET'S GO ZACK!" "LET'S GO ZACK!" "LET'S GO ZACK!" "LET'S GO ZACK!" Both men are slow to their feet, the crowd trying to lend a hand to the World Champion. COLE This is gutcheck time. Both champion and challenger tiring, they've both taken some heavy duty offense, it's just a case of who's got the killer instinct to put this match away! Leon manages to get to his feet first and wipes some blood from over his eye, paintbrushing a slap across Zack's face leaving a red mark across his face. That prompts Zack to open up again with another flurry, repeated forearms connecting! Stumbling away, Leon looks dazed, but lures Zack in and POPS him with a stinging right hand! With two handfuls of hair he then takes Zack across the ring and flings him towards the corner. Zack goes right through the ropes and HARD into the steel ringpost and metal turnbuckles in a heap, Leon falling to his knees in relief. COLE And that was completely pre-meditated! Leon threw Zack right into the ringpost, that's a judgment call for the referee. COACH Well you can't prove he meant to do that. Even if he did. For all you know he was just trying to get rid of Zack to buy some time. COLE He aimed him right at the ringpost Coach, trying to use all that steel as a weapon... and it looks like it's worked, because whether it was the post or the turnbuckle bolt, Zack Malibu has been BUSTED open!! Hung around the ropes and turnbuckles Zack hangs halfway out of the ring, blood indeed flowing from his forehead. He manages to untangle himself from the turnbuckles, rolling out to the apron. Leon picks himself up and moves referee Nick Patrick away as he tries to check on Zack. Looking around, Leon contemplates bringing Zack back in. But then has second thoughts. And he steps out onto the apron behind Zack as he tries to get up. The challenger's eyes bore a hole through the back of Malibu's head, glaring at his former friend with disgust. Zack manages to get to his feet holding the ropes. His arms get knocked away though by Rodez, who quickly picks Zack up... AND DROPS TO THE FLOOR, SLAMMING ZACK BACK FIRST ONTO THE RING APRON WITH A BACK SUPLEX!!!!!!! *THUD~!* "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" COLE DID YOU HEAR THAT!? Zack's body tenses up and he flops off the apron onto the arena floor, bloodied and his back possibly broken. Stood over him, Leon shows no emotion. COLE And Zack Malibu may be in BIG trouble! COACH That was flatout sick Michael. No remorse. Not one bit. COLE Zack got dropped from about four feet, five feet, right down on the edge of the ring. That's just wood and steel there fans, there is absolutely no give whatsoever where Zack landed! Zack clutches his ribs as he's dragged off the arena padding. Pitching him back inside, Leon follows Zack in and hooks the leg with the cover... ONE! TWO! THR.. KICKOUT!!! Applause goes up from the crowd for Zack's show of guts to kickout. Leon scowls down at the resiliant World Champion and skips into another zone, mounting Zack and attacking the open wound on the forehead with right hands! COLE Come on referee! Get in there! Leon stomps back to his feet, jeered from all corners of the arena. COACH I'm seeing it but I still ain't believing it. COLE This is Leon Rodez as we've genuinely never seen before. Dragging Zack up again, Leon quickly hooks him up with a BRAINBUSTER!! He hooks both legs... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!! Leon runs his hands through his hair, shaking his head. COLE For as vicious as Leon has been tonight, we know that this whole metamorphesis in recent weeks has been down to a lack of confidence. A depression with the way his life has been going. So it may not take long for those doubts to creep into Leon's mind if they're not there already. COACH And we know how tough Zack is to put away, so Leon's gotta be patient. COLE He's got to be patient and he's got to be optimistic, that one may be the problem. Leon dags Zack up again. He tees off on the bloody World Champion with three more right hands, before hooking him up again for a second Brainbuster. However, Zack goes deadweight. Leon lets him go and works over the back with some forearms before trying again. Again Zack holds out on his challenger, letting out a cry of pain for doing so as he tests the resolve of his back. Leon lets Zack go again, pulling him to his feet this time and delivering a HEADBUTT!! Both men stagger but it appears Leon got the best of it as he trips Zack off his feet and looks for the LIONTAMER! COLE Going for that Liontamer again, can Zack's back hold out!? Able to keep himself from being turned, Zack puts aside the pain to sit up and counter with an inside cradle! ONE! TWO! NOOO!!! COLE ALMOST had him! Champion and challenger rush back to their feet, with challenger quickest, booting Zack in the gut to set him up for the SECOND BRAINBUSTER!!! COACH He got him! COLE Zack fought and fought but only prolonged the pain! Cover by Leon... ONE! TWO! THR-NOOOOOOOO!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE But it's still not enough and Rodez is beginning to lose his cool, the seemingly unthinkable once upon a time! "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" COLE We've never seen Leon lose his cool in a match before, so we don't know how, if at all, he's going to cope with that feeling. Hearing the crowd's chants Leon shoves Zack down from his knees, mounting him with some more punches. He peppers away at the cut on the World Champion's forehead before getting dirty, BITING his former friend trying to open the cut up wider and deeper! Leon spits away the blood in his mouth and stares down at Zack... ZACK rrrrrRRAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!! ...WHO SUDDENLY COMES TO LIFE AND FLIPS LEON OVER FOR SOME RETALIATORY PUNISHMENT!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE The Modern Day Warrior has been awoken!! Zack hammers away on Leon with right hand after right hand until referee Nick Patrick can stand back no more and physically drags Zack off of his challenger. Shoving the referee aside Zack moves in on Leon, rocking him with a European uppercut. Leon's arms hang over the top rope, leaving him wide open for a thudding round kick to the chest! Loading up, Zack drives another kick into the chest! And then a third! Leon slumps, sat on the middle rope and short of breath. Dragging him off the ropes Zack then unleashes a HEADBUTT!! Falling through the ropes Leon ends up on the apron as Zack is retreated by the referee. COACH Well we've never seen Leon like we've seen him before and if Anglesault gets his way, we're going to see Zack like we haven't seen in years. COLE Anglesault told Zack a couple of weeks ago that his killer instinct was gone. I think we're seeing that killer instinct regenerating before our very eyes and it's Leon Rodez we have to thank! Using the ropes Leon pulls himself up on the apron. Zack stands across the ring and waves the referee out of his way, charging at Leon AND SACRIFICING HIMSELF WITH A SPEAR THROUGH THE ROPES, SENDING BOTH MEN CRASHING FROM THE APRON TO THE ARENA FLOOR!!!!!!!!!!!! COLE OH, MY~! COACH They were almost in our lap!! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" Despite their heavy fall Zack and Leon immediately scrap on the arena floor, the match breaking down into an all out fight! Zack is the aggressor and he shows similiar disdain to what he recieved earlier, flinging Leon into and over top of the announce table!! Coach and Cole wisely scatter, with Leon now occupying their sofa dazed and disorientated. Picking his way through the wires and bodies Zack grabs Leon by the back of the head and slams him face-first into the announce table! Leon staggers around ringside and Zack stays in pursuit. A knee cuts him off though, before he's pitched into the timekeeper's table, which goes flying and almost takes Michael Buffer with it (costly!). Leon throws aside the table to get at Zack, punching him repeatedly up against the barrier. On the defensive, Zack shoves his opponent away and then chops him away when Leon moves back in. He goes for another chop, but Leon covers up. Sloppily throwing Zack up against the ring apron, Leon catches Zack with a hard shot to the back of the head, enough to allow him to throw Zack back inside the ring. Before he can get back in as well the challenger's eye is caught by something at ringside. Looking at Zack, Leon throws up his hands and grabs a chair from the debris at ringside, sliding it into the ring. COLE This is getting way out of control and now, Leon's got a chair, this is shades of five weeks ago! Ignoring Nick Patrick's warnings of a disqualification, Leon slides in and readies the steel chair, waiting for Zack to get back up. Screams from the crowd try to warn The Franchise as he gets to his feet... ...and sees the big swing coming out of the corner of his eye, turning and ducking underneath it! Zack catches Leon with a right hand and he drops the chair. Zack then continues to unload with the right hands, backing Leon up across the ring. Irish whip sends Rodez for the ride, up into the lights with a BAAAAACK bodydrop! COLE We are seeing an all out war here for the World Heavyweight Championship, what a match like only OAOAST PPV can deliver! Zack cuts a thumb across his throat signalling the end. He reels Leon into a boot to the gut, then turns the challenger around to set up the ANGLE SLA... NO! Leon slips out and lands on his feet! Back to the turnbuckles, he thinks quickly and sweeps Zack's legs, falling back with a HOTSHOT into the top turnbuckle pad! "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Zack's head snaps back and he's slow to pull himself up, as Leon walks away into the adjacent corner of the ring. COLE Leon measuring the World Champion, Zack doesn't see it coming! COACH See what though? Stalked down in the corner Leon's eyes are locked on The Franchise, tracking his every step. Zack is shaken from the snake eyes he just suffered and he falls halfway through getting to his feet, fatigue taking it's toll. COLE Look at that look in Leon's eyes. Cold, calculating... like a VIPER~! ready to strike! Zack dusts himself down and tries to get to his feet again. Getting antsy Leon shifts around on the spot, just waiting, waiting for Zack to turn around. The World Champion finally does, unsteady on his feet. He turns in search of his former friend and finds him, stood, staring him down with mock sorrow on his face. LEON I'm sorry... I love you... Leon shuffles out of the corner and fires off the SUPERKICK... ....DUCKED!!!! Stopping his tracks, Leon curses under his breath and turns around... ...ONLY TO GET CRACKED WITH SCHOOL'S OUT!!!!! COLE WHAM~! SCHOOL'S OUT AT SCHOOL'S OUT~! COACH Those mocking words kicked right back down Leon's teeth! COLE But has Zack got enough to follow up? Zack lays flat on his stomach after his desperation kick, willed by the crowd to cover. And eventually he does, scrambling on top... ONE! TWO! THREEE!!! NO, FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Zack falls off of Leon despairingly, thinking that was it. COLE Would you believe it, those same ropes that lead to Leon's downfall as World Champion, tonight coming to his rescue to keep him in this match! If not for those ropes it would be over. COACH Maybe Leon's luck is changing after all. Wearily Zack pulls himself up. Grabbing Leon's wrist he drags the limp challenger into position near the turnbuckles and heads up top. Zack scales the ropes as fast as his weakened body will carry him and stands on the top rope, looking down at Leon. He takes off and tumbles with his challenger's patented 450 SPLASH... BUT FINDS NOBODY HOME!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh no, Zack made a crucial mistake! He went to send a message but it didn't pay off! Zack staggers up and into Leon, who delivers an ANGLE SLAM!!!! COLE No! Not this way, surely! Hit with the move of his would-be mentor, Zack is out. Leon crawls over to him and with a look of relief he drops on top... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT AT TWO!!!! COACH Dayyum! COLE What resiliance we're seeing from both of these men. Both men want so badly to be World Champion, but I think pride is playing a major factor in the steadfast refusal not to stay down for a three count at this point. Leon shakes his head, looking almost resigned to his fate that nothing will go his way. Giving up on Zack he crawls across the ring, to where the steel chair he brought in earlier lays. He pulls it from underneath the bottom turnbuckle and carries it up with him, but sees Zack using the turnbuckles to get back up in the corner and sets it down. Leon charges with DOUBLE KNEES... but Zack moves and Leon runs himself into the turnbuckles! As he peels himself away Leon is caught with a boot. Hooking him up, Zack takes Leon up with for a fisherman's, only for Leon to escape. Landing on his feet Leon runs Zack forward, RIGHT INTO THE REFEREE! COACH Man down! Hovering over the referee Zack gives him a nudge, trying to revive him. Leon moves in trying to blindsight Zack, but the World Champion sees him coming and takes him up into a fireman's carry. Throwing elbows, Leon manages to free himself. A quick STO Backbreaker puts Zack down favouring his ribs but realising there's no referee Leon can't go for a cover. So he turns his attentions back to the steel chair. COLE And now Leon going for the chair again! After all the whining and complaining about controversial World Title defences he's done, what is exactly? COACH A case of finally getting the long end of the stick for once? Leon looks at the chair in his hands with a cold determination. He lifts it over his head and turns towards Zack, measuring him, a pre-meditated shot unlike the spontaneous one five weeks ago. And he aims for the very same spot on the back, chair high overhead... ...LEAVING HIM UNABLE TO BLOCK A DESPERATION SCHOOL'S OUT~!~!~! "YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE GOT HIM AGAIN! HE GOT HIM AGAIN! Arching his back in pain Zack begins to crawl over to make a cover, but stops. He looks at the fallen referee, then the fallen Rodez... before his eyes settle on the steel chair. COLE Uh-oh! Zack's eyes widen and he grabs the steel chair, standing over Leon's body with it in hand. Hatred fills the face of the World Heavyweight Champion as Leon starts to stir and he lifts the chair, bringing it CRASHING down across Leon's side! And a second time he brings it down! A third! A fourth! REPEATEDLY with the chair, over and over, the New Orleans crowd roaring it's approval with every crack of the steel against Rodez's body!! COLE You wanted a killer instinct, Anglesault? I think you've got it! COACH Killer instinct!? The guy's snapped Michael! As the chair keeps slamming down and down, again and again, Leon tries despairingly to roll out of harm's way. Getting near the ropes he manages to turn over and holds up his hands, pleading Zack to stop... which he does, with the chair weilded ready to attack again. LEON Please... please, I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't hit me again! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" LEON I'm sorry! Please Zack! Please, come on, don't do this! The fans urge Zack to lower the boom and the chair wobbles in Zack's hands, seemingly fighting between a devil and an angel on his shoulder. Leon's pleas for mercy seem to be working though, as Zack's face falls. He looks down at Leon with a certain amount of remorse and with a look of "what am I doing?", Zack hangs his head as he drops the chair... ...BEFORE GOING RIGID FROM A LUNGING SHOT BELOW THE BELT FROM RODEZ!!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" COLE OH! I don't believe it! How LOW can you get!? A shocked Zack crumbles to his knees, caught totally by surprise. Growling under his breath Leon picks himself up by the ropes and takes control of the chair. No remorse from him, just a contemptful look as he lines Zack up... *KE-RACK~!* ...AND SMASHES HIM OVER THE HEAD WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Zack is knocked loopy, no idea of where he is. He tries to roll right back to his feet, brains scrambled. Seeing referee Patrick beginning to recover Leon tosses the chair aside and stalks around Zack, who is bumbling and stumbling as he tries to get back up. The World Champion reaches his knees before dis-orientation sets in. Measuring him again, Leon takes a step back. With a quick 180, he then NAILS Zack with a Rolling Sobat kick, right to the HEAD, causing Zack to slump unconsciously to the canvas!!! COLE Oh my God! Right to the head, a knockout shot! Rolling Zack onto his back Leon motions for Patrick to crawl over and makes the cover, to a chorus of boos. COLE No! COACH It's over Michael. Nick Patrick crawls over with dramatic timing... ONE! COLE Come on Zack, kick! Kick! TWO! COLE NOT THIS WAY! THREEEEEEE!!!!!!! COLE DAMNIT!! COACH New Champion! *DINGDINGDING!* Hardly able to believe it, Leon rolls off of Zack with an initial look of amazement on his face. Something has finally gone his way and it takes a moment to sink in as he sits, staring blankly into the distance beside the bloodied and KOed Franchise. BUFFER LLLLadies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest... and for the second time, the NEW One And Only AngleSault Thread HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOORRRRRLLLLLDD... LLLLLEEEEOOOOOOOOONN... RRRROOOOOOOOOODDEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Realisation sets in for the crowd too and they show their disgust as Leon is confirmed as the winner. Still sat in the centre of the ring, Leon reaches up and SNATCHES the World Title belt away from referee Nick Patrick, holding it in front of his face. No smile appears, no sign of any happiness. Just defiant victory. COLE Redemption was the goal of Leon Rodez and tonight, that redemption has come. Once again, the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion. To throw away his friends, his family, his morals and beliefs... I just hope it was worth it. Nick Patrick checks on Zack and seeing little signs of life, he waves to the back. Sat just a foot or so away Leon turns around kneeling over Zack, holding the World Title belt over him with an uncaring scowl on his face. A second referee enters the ring and between them, they order Leon to keep back while they check Zack out. The two referees help Zack out of the ring and prop him up. Zack wears a glassy look in his eye as he's helped towards the back, applauding sympathetically by the crowd. Seeing Zack bloodied and beaten, Leon realises he's accomplished what he said he would. And for the first time in weeks, with things going his way for the time time in months, Leon manages a smile... Give me those bright lights, long nights High rise, over time "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE WHAT?! Give me them bright lights, long nights Party till the sun is rising High rise, over time Working till the moon is shining Hot guys, fly girls Never thought I'd say I feel on top of the world I feel on top of the world Hey The crowd go WILD as Leon watches confused for the return appearance of KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAN. And his face slowly sinks into resignment when he notices a third referee tracking her to the ring. COACH What the hell is this about!? COLE Is this what I think it is!? Krista marches right past Zack on her way down the aisle, setting her briefcase under the ropes and sliding into the ring, to be immediately jumped by stomps from Leon! COLE We're not done here tonight yet fans! Not yet by a longshot! Leon stomps Krista down before suddenly wheeling away, on the verge of throwing a fit at this turn of events. The New Orleans crowd break out into a chant of "KRISTA! KRISTA!" as Leon looks set to explode, lashing out at the ring ropes. COLE With all the excitement of the Money In Bank match earlier, I think we all forgot about Krista! She's still got that briefcase from last year, which she won at AngleSlam! And we heard a bell in all of this commotion... ladies and gentlemen, this is an official World Heavyweight Title match! COACH Is it any wonder Leon thinks the entire world is against him? Trying to focus, Leon goes back after Krista and hauls her against the ropes, looking to send her off with an irish whip. Krista reverses though and catches Leon coming back with a leg lariat, knocking the new World Champion off his feet! Right back up, Leon takes a wild swing at K.I.D, who ducks and SLAPS Leon right across the face! That's enough to throw Rodez off the deep end and he snatches hold of Krista's hair with both hands, an enraged look on his face as he prepares to make her pay. But before he can do so, Krista takes aim AND KICKS LEON DEEP BETWEEN THE LEGS!!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE How about a little payback of your own Leon!? Circling around in pain, Leon's pain isn't over as Krista retrieves her briefcase AND CLOCKS LEON RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES!!!!!! *THUD!* Leon falls chest-first into the ropes, which bounce him back, right into KIDOLOGY!!!!!!!!!! COLE SHE HIT IT! LEON IS OUT! Krista dives on top, not a person in the crowd sitting down... CROWD ONE! CROWD TWO! CROWD THREEYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! BUFFER LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HISTORY HAS BEEN MADE HERE TONIGHT... YOUR BRAND NEW OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, IS KRISTA IIISSSSAAAAADDOOOORRRRAAAAA... DDUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNCCAAAAAAAAAANN!!!!!! "YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" The referee picks the OAOAST World Title belt up off of the mat and hands it over to Krista, nearly causing the roof to be blown off! Krista plays it cool and shrugs her shoulders, as if wondering why people think winning a World Title is so hard. COLE It is DEAFENING in here! After one of the most successful and storied careers in the OAOAST, finally, finally, Krista Isadora Duncan has become World Champion! Who ever would have thought we'd be saying that at the end of tonight!? This is a night we will never, EVER forget! COACH No matter how much we want to. Krista's celebrations begin in earnest once Alix Maria Spezia joins her in the ring and embraces her with a big hug. Rolling out of the ring, a despondent and disconsolate Leon Rodez looks up at the ring still shocked at what's happened. He lashes out at the referee checking if he's okay and holding his head in his hands, he trapses off to the back, unwilling to stay and watch Krista being greeted by bursts of fireworks from the rafters! COLE Leon Rodez thought he'd gotten what he wanted. But in the end, yet more misery has been heaped on the once again FORMER World Champion, only champion for a matter of FIVE MINUTES here tonight. And I can't say as I feel any sympathy for the man. COACH How can you not feel sympathy for him? How can you not understand what he's been saying all this time after tonight? That was everything Leon's been saying these past few weeks in one single flashpoint! COLE Well Leon Rodez is no longer World Champion thanks to a lowblow and a shot to the head with a blunt object. Guess what? Neither is Zack Malibu! And who's doing was that? As Leon disappears into the shadows, Krista stands tall in the middle of the ring with the World Championship, already picking out some stylistic flaws with the belt but clearly happy to have what it represents. COLE An unbelievable ending to School's Out as the entire OAOAST has been taught a very valuable lesson... don't forget about Krista! Where on earth do we go from here? The face of the OAOAST has undoubtedly been changed forever! Good night from New Orleans! -FADE OUT- © 2009 OAOAST Entertainment. All Rights Reserved.