King Cucaracha

BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your MAIN EVENT of the evening! [b]*GOOOOONG!*[/b] "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" "C'mon man" "DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK..." Well, I wouldn't. But, it IS a comeback, the triumphant return of LEON RODEZ, to a ROARING reaction from the Cleveland fans! "Mama Said Knock You Out" hasn't been heard in an OAOAST arena for nearly four months now and grooving along to it never felt so right, the song drawing on a little longer than usual before the curtains part and Leon, dressed in his street clothes of course, appears and freezes on the stage at the reaction! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" SCHIAVONE What a THUNDEROUS reception! VENTURA These people are going nuts Schiavone! SCHIAVONE For the first time since our last Syndicated broadcast, Leon Rodez is here on OAOAST programming, ready to call the main event with us. Provided he can get up here without being mobbed, of course! VENTURA I know how he feels. Leon manages to bust out a little jig, but his head seems a little rigid and it's clear he's still suffering a little with his neck injury. Not that the fans seem to care though, continuing to whoop and holler as Leon is directed by a trusty member of OAOAST staff to the staircase to take him up towards the Syndicated announce desk in the sky (almost). He avoids most of the fans and their outstretched, grabby hands, making it safely to the announce position and shaking hands with both Tony and Jesse. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" SCHIAVONE Leon, take a seat, make yourself at home. LEON Man alive... I think one of my ear drums burst. That's all I need. SCHIAVONE The fans are going wild for sure. How does that rank for a welcome return? LEON It's the greatest welcome return in the history of our sport. VENTURA Haha, you should have seen that coming Tony! SCHIAVONE Well in any event, Leon, welcome. We've got a pivotal match in the OAOAST calendar on the way and we'll ask for your thoughts in a second, but first, let's send it down to Michael Buffer for the introductions... *DINGDING!* BUFFER The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is the FINAL of the 2007 Anders... "REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" VENTURA The hell? LEON Oh great. Leon's sarcastic reaction pretty much sums up the thoughts of everyone in the arena, nobody what-so-ever happy to hear "Personal Jesus" by Marilyn Manson, nor to see Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix marching out through the entrance way! In the ring, Buffer and assigned referee Charles Robinson look on in disgust as Todd Cortez and Megan Skye follow The Next Generation down the aisle, Landon motioning for the microphone and a clear ring as he climbs up the steps. VENTURA I knew it was too good to be true to get this far without the show turning into an SWF spin-off. SCHIAVONE Well, we expected Landon and Cortez here tonight. But, we also expected them long before now. Where do these two get off interrupting the Anderson Cup Final of all things? LEON Coincidence? I doubt it. Taking the microphone, Landon waits for Megan and Todd to join him. Todd's attention is clearly off in the completely opposite direction where the announce table in the crowd sits, but Landon apparantly doesn't mind or notice this as he clears his throat, waiting for some quiet. MADDIX Before we get too ahead of ourselves here, I have something to get off my chest. "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" MADDIX You people realise there's no overrun time on this network, right? If you want an Anderson Cup Final over three minutes, I suggest you pipe down. LEON He's got a point. Not much of one, granted. MADDIX Obviously, there's two teams in the back right now waiting to find out if they're going to AngleMania to challenge for the OAOAST World Tag Team Titles. The grandest stage of them all, et cetera et cetera... the fact is, myself and Todd Cortez here weren't entered into that tournament. Prejudice against former SWF Tag Team Champions, whether we were an 'active team' at the time or not, is the only reason to explain why we were out while the cowboys, the bodybuilder guys and two fifths of the village people were in. So, we might not be challenging the OAOAST World Tag Team Champions at AngleMania. But, that doesn't mean we can't challenge for tag team titles. Landon smiles to himself. MADDIX You see, I've been pushing, Megan has been pushing and finally, the officials in charge of HI-YAH Promotions... and, I know, I still can't believe that it's real name either... finally, they've folded to our demands. D*LUX... "RRRAAAAAAHHHHH!" MADDIX (glares at the screaming women) ...congratulations, because you two have just found your way onto the biggest show of the year. All we have to do is make it official. And what better time than the present? So, consider yourselves called ou... LEON ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Exchanging his headset for a house mic, Leon Rodez has climbed onto the announce table and looks down into the ring, eyes locked with Todd Cortez. Suddenly, Cortez snatches the microphone and points up at the announce position. Maddix looks confused as to why he no longer has a mic in hand and what the hell has happened to his simple AngleMania challenge all of a sudden. LEON It's pretty obvious you've saved up this little cherade until I was out here, so if you don't mind, I've got something to get off of my chest. You see, it's been four months since I last stood in a wrestling ring. And I'm getting some serious déja vú here, because the last people I saw in a wrestling ring, besides of course the officials and the EMTs and Zack, was you Todd Cortez. Right after you tried to paralyse me on syndicated television. It's weird. I felt sick then and I feel just as sick right now. Cortez still has the microphone but has yet to use it, pulling it out of Landon's grasp as he tries to reclaim it. LEON When I arrived tonight, I had a feeling you wouldn't be too far away. Infact, I counted on it. I knew you two would show up, ready to take the shine off of my return. Well, quite frankly, that's fine with me. This grand build up to my trimuphant return sat behind a microphone, I could have done without. The words 'Return' and 'comeback' aren't going to mean a damn thing until I lace up my boots and step back into a wrestling ring, a privledge you robbed me of for four months! But guess what Todd... you put me out of action, but you didn't finish the job. "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" CORTEZ You wanna change that? LEON Besides that being the dumbest question I've ever heard, it's funny you should ask. See, as anyone who knows me knows, I don't get mad. But Todd, I DO get even. Repercussions will be dealt. The thought of you being stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, unable to move your head more than a couple of inches in any one direction, ruining your life... that would give me no pleasure what-so-ever. Because unlike you, I have a conscience. I have a soul. I have a heart and this heart is the heart of a competitor. So my personal repercussion, my 'payback' if you will, it's pretty simple. I'm going to step into a wrestling ring again. Your plan to put me out of action, whether it was pre-meditated or just a heat of the moment action, will not work. And better yet, when I step into a wrestling ring for the first time since War Games, I'm gonna do so at your expense. Or, to put it another way, I'm challenging you to a match, one on one at AngleMania... "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Before Cortez can take that in and even think of responding though, Landon has reclaimed the microphone. And he shakes his head with a wry smile. MADDIX Apparantly, getting dropped on your head has done some damage to your hearing. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" MADDIX Incase you didn't get the message, we've got our eyes set on your sister's meal-tickets. And I'm not talking about her bre... CORTEZ YOU'RE ON!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The crowd positively EXPLODE as Cortez throws down the microphone and again locks eyes with Leon, The Silky Smooth One nodding his head in satisfaction from the announce position. One person not so satisfied is Landon, mouth agape as he stares a hole through the back of Cortez's head. Before, as he realises what's just happened, he waves Megan off and storms out of the ring! Nobody seems to notice that though, too busy watching on as Cortez and Leon exchange finger points and threats from across the arena. SCHIAVONE Unbelievable! Leon Rodez has issued the challenge, Todd Cortez has accepted! And we've got ourselves one hell of a Grudge Match for AngleMania VI! VENTURA You're not kidding Schiavone! Cortez versus Rodez, April 1st 2007, Skydome! SCHIAVONE Well we've been knocked a little off schedule here and we're going to take a commercial break but when we return, we promise, we WILL bring you the Anderson Cup Final. Don't go anywhere! [b]*COMMERCIAL BREAK*[/b]

After the opening OAOAST video package, the tempo skids to a halt for the always dramatic cold opening. We are outside the Gund Arena and through the door from the parking lot walks LEON RODEZ, the returning Grand Rapids Golden Child smiling from ear to ear to finally be back in a wrestling arena after four months way. Leon doesn't have to wait long for his welcome back either, as Jade Rodez appears in shot and leaps into her brother's arms. The reknowned ladies man looks only a little embarrassed as he returns the favour. JADE Oh God it's so good to see you! LEON Oh give it a rest, you only texted me twenty minutes ago. And watch the neck, wouldya? Jade backs off sheepishly but it's clear Leon is only playing. Like any good tag team, D*LUX have followed their manager to the ends of the earth (or, the ends of the arena at least) and they shake hands with Leon too, exchanging the welcomes and the 'good to have you back's with their extended network friend. Leon then comes to an abrupt stop, as the welcoming party doesn't end there. Stood behind the boybanders with arms folded, ZACK MALIBU nods knowingly. ZACK Welcome home, buddy. The former Tag Team Champions embrace, in a strictly friendly way honest. LEON Good to see ya man. Surprised you could find the time to drag yourself away from all your enemies. ZACK (raises eyebrows) Tell me about it. LEON Well, isn't this sweet. Leon glances around nervously. LEON No sign of... ZACK I checked, they haven't arrived yet. LEON So, that means they're gonna be here then? ZACK Yeah, but don't worry, we've got your back. Strangely, Leon just laughs. LEON That's great, but you've got Sly to worry about. You're in danger of burning out as it is, without playing bodyguard to me in your spare time. Leon begins to walk off, shaking his head, as the welcoming party watch on. LEON Besides, if Alix and Krista [i]are[/i] here and start talking to me, the 82nd Airborne themselves wouldn't stop them, let alone you four. And sooner than you can say 'crossed wires', Zack and D*LUX burst out laughing as Leon swaggers off. [b]ROLL TITLES!![/b]

Yeah, something came up last night so postponing a day would prevent me sending a rushjob. Haven`t seen Bruce in a while, his stuff might not come in.

I don't know if I'll be able to get net access Saturday night, so if not leave the spot open for my match at the end and I'll edit it in Sunday sometime.

This isn't just WWE though. What did Harley Race ever do in the WWF? Verne Gagne was never even in the company to my knowledge. Both are still in the Hall. They had at least some name value though. Not saying today's fans would neccessarily recognise who Harley Race or Verne Gagne is, but that's as much to do with society not caring about what came before it as much as their actual accomplishments. They both enjoyed some level of 'fame'. Malenko I wouldn't class as 'famous'.

It was on here somewhere because I read the same exact thing.

I WON!? Wow... So, what was the activity rate? And name names, although it's probably obvious from the results.

The obvious one is 'Flair made Sting'.

...we fade backstage, to Todd Cortez standing by a monitor and watching on. Just as he turns to leave though, he finds himself face to face with Landon Maddix, The Next Generation smiling from ear to ear. Megan is there too, but there's no smile from her, probably because Todd is around. MADDIX Did you see that? CORTEZ Yea... MADDIX Did you SEE that!? I'm telling you, those titles are as good as ours! It might only be at the expense of a couple of MTV Flux rejects, but we are going to be World Tag Team Champions again, mark my words. I mean, we proved ourselves more than worthy last week, right? Maddix winks and slaps Cortez on the chest, which is meant as playful, although whether Todd agrees is argueable. MADDIX Last week, we showed teamwork. We showed understanding. And we showed we're still capable of declaring Martial Law on any tag team going! I don't quite know what that means, but who cares!? CORTEZ What's your point here, because I've got a date... MADDIX A date? Buddy, forget about the cheap fluzies, we've got a date with DESTINY! CORTEZ ...a date with my mom. Groaning in the background, Megan should really be used to Landon putting his foot in it by now. But, it's always so, so painful. The pain isn't over yet though, oh no. MADDIX You know, there's laws against that kind of thing. Yep, ouch. MADDIX I kid, I kid! (Ed: Oh, thank God!) Enjoy yourself. Wine her, dine her... draw the line somewhere around there though. Like I say, there are laws. Besides, I actually came to tell you that I'm not going to be in need of your 'teamwork' tonight. I've got Longdogger in that X-Division Title Tournament and trust me, I haven't forgotten all the times he bad mouthed me on SWF commentary while you and me were... well... CORTEZ When we were destroying each other week in and week out? MADDIX Yeah. And it's not No DQs, so it's not worth the risk. So, you've got the week off from watching my back, that's pretty much what I came to say. That and the gloating thing. CORTEZ Of course. MADDIX Listen, just make sure you're going to be in Cleveland on Saturday, I've got this HI-YAH Tag thing all sorted out. I'll see you then! Landon kinda trails off, mainly because Megan is literally hauling him away by the arm, not interested in being around Cortez any longer than she has to. Cortez just shakes his head, gathering up his bag and nodding his head. CORTEZ Like I need another reason to be there...

This needs to go before Landon/Pete. Thanks! ********************************* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following 10 Man Tag Team contest is scheduled for one fall! "Easy lover She'll get a hold on you believe it Like no other Before you know it you'll be on your knees" The 80s grooves of "Easy Lover" by Phil Collins play through the arena and Mardi Gras is here, two days late! To the surprise and delight of the Baltimore fans, a troupe of scantily clad Brazilian dancers lead the way through the entrance doors, the sounds of drums and tambourines and whatever else it is they play drown out even the powerful PA system. And among the samba celebrations walks Rico de Janeiro, arm in arm with two Brazilian beauties! Likewise, Lucius Soul has a South American señorita on each arm and seems to be loving every second as the mini procession makes it's way down to the ring. BUFFER Introducing team number one! First... at a total combined weight of four hundred, thirteen pounds... the team of RICO DE JANEIRO and "SWEET" LUCIUS SOUL... they are, THE MARDI GRAS HOMEWRECKING CREWii The normal boos don't come, or at least aren't audible, due to the attention the parade is getting. COACH This has to be the greatest entrance ever. Hands down. COLE Well as I'm sure many of our fans will know, Mardi Gras was of course this past Tuesday. And Rico and Lucius just arrived in Baltimore last night, fresh from celebrating on the streets in Rico's hometown of Rio de Janeiro. What a culmination to the Mardi Gras celebrations a win tonight would be. COACH Culmination? It's Mardi Gras 365 days a year for Rico and Lucius! It never ends! The samba troupe head back once Rico and Lucius reach the ring, their music dying down just as DJ Clue's "Super Mario Remix" starts up. From the entrance way appear two out of the Five Burroughs, easily identifiable as Waldo and Quincy. The two New Yorkers eye up the Brazilian ladies as they pass in the aisle, clearly liking what they see. BUFFER Their tag team partners... both representing The Five Burroughs! From Queens, New York... QUINCY! And, from Staten Island, New York... WALDO! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" As Waldo and Quincy enter the ring and join up with their partners, "Renegade" by Jay-Z and Eminem hits to bring out the final member of the team. The lights go out, bathing the arena in darkness until the baseline kicks in and so does the entrance of the third of five burroughs, Reject. BUFFER And finally, hailing from The Bronx. Also representing The Five Burroughs... he weighs in at two hundred, thirty five pounds... the former two-time OAOAST X-Division Champion... RRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEJJEEEEEECCTT!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE The only two-time X-Division Champion in OAOAST history and a quarter finalist in the ongoing X-Division Title Tournament, so still in the running for a third reign. Joining up with his regular running buddies, Reject greets Rico and Lucius with handshakes. Obviously he then gravitates back towards Quincy and Waldo who he's more comfortable with, but hey, the gesture is there. "OOOOOOOOIIIIIIII!" Meanwhile, the wicked beats of "Fix Up, Look Sharp" by Dizzee Rascal pound through the arena. And Reject's eyes lock on the entrance doors, smiling smugly as Jamie O'Hara strides down the aisle. O'Hara looks ready to take on everybody at first, but as he approaches the ring he has second thoughts about a five on one defecit. BUFFER And introducing their opponents! First, from Birmingham, England... weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds... "THE BIRMINGHAM BAD BOY" JJJAAAAAAAMMMMMIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE OOOOOO'HHHHHHAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAA!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" O'Hara stews on the outside as Reject, flanked by Waldo and Quincy, just dares him to enter the ring. COLE A lot of history between Reject and O'Hara, with that controversial match at AnglePalooza which led to the X-Division Title being held up. And just two weeks ago, Reject beat O'Hara in the Quarter Finals of the X-Division Title Tournament, albeit with the aid of some brass knuckles. COACH I don't remember that last part. COLE We can bring the footage up if you wis... COACH Nah, that's not neccessary. "JUST ONE ON ONE THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT! JUST ONE ON ONE THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT!" Back-up is on the way as "First To Believe" hits, Jade Rodez leading the way for Japan's finest imports, D*LUX! "Showtime" Shayne and "Tremendous" Tyler raise the HI-YAH Tag Team Titles over head as Jade strikes a pose in between her charges, pointing the boyband duo on to the ring. And like any good team, they oblige. BUFFER Accompanied by MS. JADE RODEZ! Total combined weight, three hundred eighty eight pounds... the reigning three-time HI-YAH WORLD Tag Team Champions... "TREMENDOUS" TYLER BRYANT... "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE BRAVE... they are D*LLLLLUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Tyler and Shayne stop at the bottom of the ramp and exchange an awkward look with former rival, Jamie O'Hara. Apparantly O'Hara remembers being put out of action by the duo in the summer (although how many of you remember is argueable) and barely acknowledges them. The trio then wait, as the Texas stylings of "Thriller" by Fallout Boy hits and the.. ...hang on... ...okay, you didn't read wrong. "Thriller" by Fallout Boy really does hit next. Red and blue lights splash across the landscape, as an orange pyro missle descends from the peak of the overhead scoreboard and onto the entrance stage. It lands with tremendous impact, nearly deafening those spectators unlucky enough sit near it. Immediately after the powerful pyro display concludes the lights dim to a troubling blackness. The home audience is shown an overhead view of the entrance stage, it's metallic floor carpeted by simmering flames that form the shape of a bull's head. The camera then pans downward to reveal the rugged tag team known as The Lonestar Gunslingers and their manager Melody Nerdly! COLE Well, this is... different. COACH Yeah, but let's face it, it's a good different. COLE From who's perspective? COACH Anyone with a penis? Jock Mulligan seems distracted, looking around for the destination of the music as if he suspects a mix-up in the production truck. Baron Windels takes it all in his stride though, as Melody strikes a pose between her new team and point them onto the ring. Unfortunately, The Slingers and Melody aren't quite as in synch as Jade and D*LUX, so they completely miss the signal. Jade shakes her head sadly, as Melody is forced to stop her men from flexing their well toned upper bodies and focus on her, again pointing them to the ring and this time getting a response. BUFFER And finally, being accompanied to the ring by MELODY NERDLY! From San Antonio, Texas... at a total combined weight of four hundred and ninety seven pounds... BARON WINDELS and "THE TEXAS TWISTER" JOCK MULLIGAN... THE LONE STAR GGUUUUUUUUUUUNN - SSSSLLLIIIIIIINNGGEEEEEERRRRRRSSSSSS!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Clad in her Texas tinted red flannel shirt, Daisy Duke shorts and cowgirl boots, Melody calls her team in for a last quick strategy session. We can't really hear what it entails, but both Jock and Baron look even more confused than they started afterwards, shrugging their shoulders to each other as good friends Melody and Jade take their place in their multi-man team's corner. COLE So, ten man tag team action here on HeldDOWN~! This could very well break down in a heartbeat and I certainly don't envy referee Charles Robinson, who I guess came up with the short straw in the referee's locker room. COACH Read: generator room. With all ten men in the ring, poor Charles is left to try and enforce the rules. 'One in, four out'. Reject doesn't waste much time in going to his corner, which frustrates O'Hara who was in the middle of convincing his partner to let him start, just to get Reject. In end though, it's "Sweet" Lucius Soul starting out for 'Team Reject', while "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant opts to open for 'Team O'Hara'. *DINGDINGDING!* Soul and Tyler circle as their respective partners route them on from the apron, creating quite an atmosphere. The two men eventually go in for a lock-up. But Soul ducks out at the last second, swooping underneath Tyler's arms and quickly producing a 'fro pick, in order to fix his hair! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" MELODY That's whack, yo! Tyler just shakes his head as Soul takes his time over his haircare regime, eventually tucking the comb back away and finally deciding to lock up. He gets the better of it too, pulling Tyler down into a side headlock. Before he can gloat too much though Tyler is out, landing some shots to the ribs before pushing Soul off into the ropes. Drop down by Tyler, forcing Soul up and over, the Louisana native picking up speed as he dives at The Tremendous One... and gets snared out of mid-air with an armdrag! Soul bounces right back up, into a second armdrag! And a final third, DEEP armdrag, Tyler hanging on this time to the applause of Jade Rodez! COLE Arm-BAR! Pulling Lucius to his feet, Tyler keeps the arm barred as he allows Shayne Brave to tag in. Together the HI-YAH Tag Team Champions then set Lucius up with a double irish whip, catching him on the rebound with a HIGH Double Hiptoss! COLE Wow, Lucius got airborne on that one! Not done yet, Tyler milks the 5 count for all it's worth and to be honest beyond, pressing Shayne into the air as he runs the ropes and letting him drop across Lucius' chest! Tyler leaves, as Shayne covers... 1... 2... No! Popping back to his feet, Shayne wrings out the arm again. This time Lucius is able to escape with a jab to the face though, returning the arm wringer favour on "Showtime" and sending him into a neutral corner with an irish whip. Soul then gets himself a run-up and rushes across the ring, leaping and spinning through the air with the Soul Brother Splash... into two boots to the chest!! Away staggers Soul, as Shayne hops to the middle rope and lands a front missile dropkick from the second floor, putting Lucius down for another cover... 1... 2... No! Again Shayne is quickly back up and quick to keep Lucius in check as he lands a forearm. And a second. With Lucius staggering on the spot Shayne then hits the ropes, looking for a final shot to put him down. Lucius cuts him off at the pass with a quick boot though, hitting the side ropes and bringing up the knee, Million $ style! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COACH Good job Theodore Moneymaker isn't a litiguous man. COLE Nevermind Ted DiBiase. COACH Who? Shayne goes tumbling across the ring, which allows Lucius time to make the tag, bringing in Waldo for his team. Quickly Waldo enters, but he's forced to pause for a second until Shayne is back to his feet, the second delay proving costly as Shayne counters his eventual charge with a drop toehold! Waldo's face bounces off the canvas, Shayne already coming off the ropes. With Waldo on his way back up Shayne ends up hopping onto his shoulders, forcing Waldo to aid him on the way up into an Electric Chair position. The oohs and aahs from the fans are premature however, as Waldo tugs on the ankles and yanks Shayne right back down, face-first into the canvas with a sickening thud! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Rolling Shayne over, Waldo makes a lateral press... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Quick tag is made, Waldo bringing in his fellow Five Burrougher, Quincy. Waldo then pulls Shayne to his feet and whips him into the ropes, dropping down and forcing Shayne up and over the top, right into a Leg Lariat from Quincy on his way in! COLE Great teamwork from The Burrough Boys. And a cover... 1... 2... No! No time to let up, Quincy pulls Shayne right back to his feet. Front facelock applied, Quincy executes a quick snap suplex, putting "Showtime" right in position. Lifting up a foot Quincy then allows Reject to tag himself into the match, keeping hold of Shayne's head and preventing him from rolling away, before Reject has run the ropes and landed the ROLLING THUNDER!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH And more great teamwork from The Burrough Boys. That's how they do Cole, word is born! Bronx stand UUUUUUUP! COLE Stop that. Reject climbs back to his feet and exuding arrogance he turns to Jamie O'Hara, adopting a weak b-boy stance which draws The Birmingham Bad Boy into the ring! His partners try to hold him back but O'Hara gets away and has to be restrained by Charles Robinson, along with the men previously trying to keep the peace as Waldo, Quincy, Soul and Rico all start to put the boots to Shayne Brave!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Four on one behind the referee's back, this is what I was talking about earlier! Nothing Charles Robinson can really do, but that's no consolation to the four men he's having to restrain. Even Jade and Melody get in on the act, although Melody's suggestions to her Gunslingers to 'waste that blond haired dweeb' are hardly helpful. Eventually Robinson does manage to get some control though, Reject's team exiting as O'Hara's team do, allowing Robinson to count Reject's pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Tag is made again, Reject bringing Waldo back in. Together they pull Shayne Brave to his feet, looking to whip him out of their corner, only to fake out and drag him right back by the arms, spine-first into the turnbuckles! Out of the line of vision, Lucius grabs the waistband of Shayne's orange denim jeans to keep him from escaping, Waldo firing off some kicks to the ribs until Robinson's count reaches four and he has to back off. "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" The only man yet to enter for his team, Rico now asks for the tag and gets it, the porn 'stache getting a good stroking down as he enters the ring. As Lucius releases Shayne he staggers out of the corner, dropped by a double thrust to the throat by Rico. And some more stroking of the porn 'stache follows, drawing rapturous applause from his team-mates and his team-mates alone. COACH I noticed Rico didn't come out with any beads tonight. I wonder how many sets he must have got through on Tuesday, I know he told me he was stocking up especially. COLE He told you that? COACH Yeah, me and Lucius are tight, I've got the inside scoop. COLE And yet they didn't invite you along. COACH You know how much a plane ticket to Brazil costs Mikey? We're tight, we ain't attached at the hip or nothing. As Rico swaggers around and takes his time following up on Brave, he almost pays for it as he fires off a punch to the gut! And another! And a third, only to be clubbed back into submission by de Janeiro and dragged back to his feet. A gutwrench and a suplex plants Shayne, Rico retaining body to body contact for the cover... 1... 2... No! Always a fresh man in ten man tags, Rico decides to make the tag to his regular tag partner, Lucius Soul. Together The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew shoot "Showtime" into the ropes and drop him with double elbows on the way back. Rico then provides his partner with a leg up, assisting him in a Standing Moonsault! 1... 2... SAVE BY O'HARA!! O'HARA C'MON, MAN UP GEEZ'! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Jamie O'Hara not reknowned for a cool head, he's itching to get into the action here. As O'Hara is sent back to the corner, Shayne does indeed start to try and 'man up' as his partner so eloquently put. A couple of headbutts to the stomach manage to fend Lucius off and seeing an opening Shayne starts to scramble for his corner... ...but Lucius catches the leg and grapevines it, reaching out and JUST finding himself in range for Quincy to tag in. And up to the top he springboards, Soul keeping Shayne grounded as Quincy soars in with a Springboard Elbow Drop to the upper back! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Jade shakes her head on the floor as Shayne is left flattened, Quincy putting the boots to him to make sure there's no repeat of his attempts to tag, just yet. The Q-Man (?) then makes the tag to Waldo to set up another double team attempt. COLE Well, the thing about 10 Man Tags is that you can get frequent tags, because there's more fresh men and they're further down the apron. Which is working out fine for The Burrough Boys and Mardi Gras, but not so well for Shayne Brave and co. The two Burrough Boys drag Shayne up, lifting him up and bringing him down across the knees in a move remarkably similar to D*LUX's Cowell Movement. That sets Shayne up as Waldo and Quincy then hit the ropes on opposite sides, Quincy coming in from the front with a low dropkick to the knee, while Waldo connects with a Facecrusher, the combination of the moves causing Shayne's forehead to SPIKE into the canvas!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Very innovative double-team there. And there's the cover by Waldo... 1... 2... NO! Waldo loses his cool with the referee and yells at him to speed up the count, but Robinson insists it was only two. Frustrated, Waldo tags in Reject and lets him deal with what's left of Brave, the former X-Division Champion only too happy to oblige. "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" Smirking at the reaction from the Baltimore crowd, Reject decides to toy with Shayne a little, slapping him around the head. Reject then backs off as Shayne fights doggedly to his feet, firing off a kick. Shayne catches the leg, but it seems like he was merely being fed it, as Reject then pops up with the other leg... ...DUCKED! The Enziguri misses the mark and Reject faceplants into the canvas! Bouncing right back up, Reject is clearly winded and Shayne catches him, hooking the head with a SUDDEN DDT, spiking Reject RIGHT ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD LIKE A TENTPOLE, to the shock of Reject's teammates!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COLE IMPLANT DDT!! Man, Reject got PLANTED into the canvas! And now, Shayne Brave must make the tag! Which is just what Shayne Brave tries to do, as the crowd goes clap-happy, encouraged by Tyler Bryant and Jade Rodez's seperate rhythms. Reject is fresher of the two but after the DDT, it's pretty even, Reject coming to his senses as Shayne gets halfway across the ring and rolling over near his corner. He's dazed though and doesn't realise just how close he is... ...tag to Lucius... ...and a tag... TO JOCK MULLIGAN, Shayne bypassing O'Hara to do so! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" MELODY *MARKS OUT*!! COACH Did she actually just say 'marks out'. COLE I guess so. In real life, you can't see asterisks... but anyway, HOT TAG!! For the first time Jock Mulligan is in and he is a TEXAN HOUSE OF FIRE, laying out Lucius with a hard right hand! In comes Quincy, also eating a right hand! And ditto for Rico de Janeiro, Waldo laying in the weeds but running straight into a BAAAAACKbody drop!! COLE And The Texas Twister is tearing through everything in his path! How fitting! Jock doesn't seem concerned that he's fighting four on one odds and goes right back after Lucius Soul, hurling him into the ropes. And on the way back he fells Soul with an AXE BOMBER, taking Soul clean off of his feet and far across the ring. However it's not long before the numbers catch up with Jock and both Rico and Quincy jump him from behind, which prompts Baron Windels to run in to save his partner. Just the excuse O'Hara needs to run in and target Reject and wouldn't you know it, IT'S BREAKIN' DOWN IN BALTIMORE!!! COLE It's a pier-ten brawl out there now! COACH This is what we wanna see, a little bit of chaos! The seperate brawls don't take long to spill out of the ring and to the floor, along with a solo Baron Windels, leaving Jock alone with Lucius and Quincy. Luckily for Jock, Lucius is still down though and he manages to duck the clothesline from Quincy, The Texas Twister doing a quick 360 and KOing Quincy with the Discus Punch! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Unfortunately, that allows Lucius to attack from behind though and he clubs away at Mulligan, beating him down with forearm after forearm before eventually loading him off into the ropes. Up goes Lucius with a Bicycle Kick. Jock safely sweeps underneath it however, catching Soul under the armpits and hurling him overhead with a Belly To Belly Suplex! COLE Well according to these notes that Melody Nerdly acossted me with earlier, we're to call that the 'One Thousand, Three Hundred and Thirty Seven Pwnage' from now on. Or, should that be 'Leet Pwnage'? Again, I'm sure it makes more sense on the internet. COACH Are those notes written in crayon? After that 1337 Pwnage of his opponent, Mulligan is apparantly ready to end it and gives the signal for the Iron Claw Hold! Trouble is, Melody Nerdly thinks that it's a business exposing move that doesn't really hurt all that much, climbing to the apron and giving the signal for Jock to instead hit 'one of those shooting star doo-hickeys all the kids are doing'. Understandably Jock doesn't think much of that idea though and tells Melody to get down, turning around... ...into the EULOGY!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Reject with the Eulogy!! Reject pops right back to his feet off the move, only to notice Shayne Brave up and stalking him. Foolishly he begins to jog over, only stopping as Shayne elbows him in the gut, hooks the head and SPIKES Reject again, this time with a Snapmare Driver "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" COLE SHAYNEDROP! However, as soon as Shayne rolls through to his feet, he gets a knee to the kidneys from Quincy. Inverted front facelock on, Quincy spins Shayne through and rolls the dice! TANOOKI SUIT!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" It's Quincy's turn to take his eye off the action and pay for it now. Tyler Bryant lands a boot and turns back to back, hooking up the arms. And with a twist he gets Quincy up on his back, hovering him over the canvas for a moment before executing the RECORDBREAKER!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" COLE RIGHT ON HIS HEAD~! Quincy goes limp and stays down, but Tyler can't capitalise with a cover. Waldo is in and spins Tyler around, slicing him down with a Flatliner! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Predictably though, the action is ahead of Waldo's plans and he falls victim to a boot from Baron Windels, who wraps on a front facelock and PLANTS him with a Leaping DDT! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" COLE The Brigham Young Cocktail!! COACH ?? Faster than you can say 'Baron's gonna get nailed', Baron gets nailed, swept down with an STO by Rico de Janeiro, right into the RICO VICE!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Rico should know better than to take his eyes off the match however, as the shadow of Jamie O'Hara looms over him on the top rope, tumbling through the air AND CRASHING DOWN ACROSS HIS CHEST WITH THE 630 SPLASH!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" O'Hara comes right back up and eats a BICYCLE KICK from Lucius Soul however, sending him flying backwards through the ropes and to the floor!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COACH This is crazy! COLE No kidding, Lucius is the only man standing right now! Taking a quick look around, Lucius realises just that and picks his spot, taking Shayne Brave by the hair and dragging him from underneath the bottom rope. A good choice, as having taken the brunt of the punishment in the match he's unable to prevent being lifted up onto his shoulders. Lucius does a quick spin, checking the ring for any more men to deal with, before finally throwing Shayne up and CRACKING him in the face with a knee on the way down!! COACH FRO 2 SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP-UH~! Everybody is down. And despite Melody and Jade's encouragement, none of Shayne's partners show any signs of life, as Lucius makes the cover, the legal men no longer relevant or remembered by referee Charles Robinson... 1... 2... 3!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Holy cow, they did it! Lucius Soul pins one half of the HI-YAH Tag Team Champions, The Mardi Gras parade rolls on! *DINGDINGDING!* BUFFER Here are your winners... the team of REJECT, WALDO, QUINCY and THE MARDI GRAS HHHOOOOOOOMMMEEE - WWWRRREEEECCKKIIIINNGG CCRRRRREEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWii! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Lucius quickly retrieves Rico and drags him out of the ring, propping his winded partner up and telling him he got the victory, which is consolation enough for the possible busted ribs. The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew direct their celebrations towards the disgusted duo of Melody and Jade as they help each other up the ramp, abandoning Reject, Waldo and Quincy, although I'm sure they're glad of the victory. COLE Well, it turned into a melee in the end and Lucius Soul came out of it with his hand raised. The Mardi Gras celebrations roll on for another few days yet at least and what a way to bounce back from their defeat to Los Diablos a couple of weeks ago. COACH No doubt. And it's at the expense of one of the HI-YAH Tag Champs. That's D*LUX, to add onto The Heavenly Rockers, Lucius and Rico are on a roll! COLE I'm not sure you can count this as a victory over D*LUX as such. But I'll agree, they're making waves here in the OAOAST and surely it's only a matter of time before they're in title contention. As Rico and Soul continue to make their way up the aisle...

Eh, I called them doing BJ vs. Morishima for the Title. Wasn't interested then either. Joe versus Davey on the other hand I'm interested in. Hopefully Davey holds his own and gets a career making performance out of it.

That belt meant nothing. So did plenty of workers. So were Paul Roma and Steve McMichael. Which means nothing to anybody in the WWE, for so many reasons. The fourth wheel, fifth when alligned with Foley. He achieved little to nothing in WWE though, great loyal worker or not.

Los Luchas (Phoenix Star and Zokre) from PWG and assorted other West Coast Feds. Pretty good team. It was strange to see them wrestle under their real names and without their masks. BAH! Beat me to it. Punk using the Go 2 Sleep? Neat, beats his Shining Wizard at least.

Punk. He learnt his trade in IWA MidSouth, which back then was virtually garbage match/deathmatch all through the card. Him and Hero et all. changed all that, but he worked his fair share of gimmick matches. Noteably, the Ladder Match with Chris Hero in about 2002/3, so he's not new to Ladders. Plus, he took as many bumps in the Elimination Chamber as RVD did at D2D, so the style he works currently shouldn't be a problem when it comes to him carrying the 'bumpload', so to speak.

Autumn Navigation 2006 Naomichi Marufuji vs. KENTA Baring in mind, I'm fairly new to Puro, I bought my first NOAH DVD specifically for this and it didn't disappoint. Marafuji coming up short on the Moonsault over the barricade and landing throat-first on the top of the barricade, busting KENTA open in the process is one of the craziest things I've seen. The fact they continued on from that to put on such a great match speaks volumes. Also, watched Supercard Of Honor today. The Dragon Gate six-man is an amazing spectacle, but as a match I actually preferred AJ Styles & Matt Sydal vs. Austin Aries & Jack Evans.

If D&D won then London and Kendrick would have lost 4 in a row. It was obvious they were going over. They already lost some of their heat since Ashley disappeared from managing them without an explanation, they couldn't afford to job to D&D again. And speaking of Ashley, I love how there was ZERO reaction to her Sable impersonation.

What's the deal with Mistico wanting to go to WWE? I can understand random indy guy having little problem going for greater exposure or money etc. But, isn't the business as strong if not stronger in Mexico right now? He's already hugely popular in Mexico. What kind of pay do the top stars get?

Hawke's reign is 274. Doom as of today is 240 and counting, so he's got about a month left. Me and Toxx are up to 189 and counting, where-as W&D's longest was 134. Now we're down to one show a week, we really should have more title matches each show. Oh, and if Toxx wins on Storm, he'll have won every title active during his run, which is insane. I'll post the title histories after this week, haven't done so in a while.

They gave A-Train a push against Edge and 99% of people were up in arms over it. Hindsight is a fabulous thing.

It might have been as much for character as ringwork. Steen and Generico together are guaranteed entertainment. Plus, a match with The Briscoes was probably perfect for them. I certainly wouldn't call him a bad wrestler (then again, I'm a bit of a mark for the guy) and he'd be a decent addition to the midcard. Or, he and Generico in the tag division (it's about time Generico got a regular run in ROH, the amount of other indy shows where he's gone out and stole the show warrants a chance at least). And damn, I'm going to have to start a pro-Davey Richards bandwagon.

I also read Clark's match first (and sorry for not getting back to you at all until now Rando) and thought it was one of his better matches. Coming up against Toxx is always tough though, I think the one thing I'd say about Rando's match was that Stephens didn't get as much offence in as you'd expect from a former four-time World Champion. It was more a case of 'what does Clark have to do to finish Stephens off' with a Stephens burst near the end, rather than a back and forth match like Toxx tends to write. Whether that was what counted against you or not I obviously don't know, that's the only thing I picked up on. Other than that, I thought it was a really good match. Hopefully that helps.

The Bird Dropping was WC's finisher from when he was masquerading as Birdman, and I brought it over because I like it, and saw no reason to quit using it. Basically, it's a vertical splash from the top rope; the last person that I actually saw using it was face Doink, when he called it the Whoopie Cushion. That same wrestler (Matt Borne) also used the same move in WCW when he was wrestling as Big Josh, only he called it the Northern Exposure then. If you still can't visualize the move, try to picture Earthquake's finisher done from the top rope. Not to BUTT in or anything, but I think Mak was referring more to a description during the match (or also during the match). The description during the match was WC leaping off the top and hitting it, but it didn't really describe what The Bird Dropping actually was or did. Something along the lines of 'Wildchild lands with all his bodyweight BUTT first across Zack's chest with The Bird Dropping' would work better. Or, something that fit better with your writing style, rather than my over-wordy descriptions. And also, Finlay uses a standing version nowadays, although he lands inverted compared to The Bird Dropping. Uhm, yeah, great show this week. Particular kudos to Zyon for his match and Akira for at least showing, even if it wasn't a 'long' match. Walk before you can run, I guess. Hopefully my HoM skit was okay, I got lost halfway on where to go and how to actually end it, I forgot who's HoM I cribbed the 'Marvelous wants all the scoops' tactic from, but thanks anyway!

Boy, looks like a keeper this week! Completely Random 10 Man Tag Team Match D*LUX, The Lone Star Gunslingers and Jamie O'Hara (w/Jade Rodez and Melody Nerdly) VS. Reject, The Burrough Boys (Waldo and Quincy) and The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew

Now, I watch a lot of PWG and have seen Davey Richards wrestle for about a year now and how anyone comes to that conclusion, I don't know. He works a totally different style. YAY!

Oh, cool. I was gonna PM, but no need now.