King Cucaracha

Okay, I've added him, plus Bohemoth, Kenji Kawada, El Esperito and "It" (it had to be done, the Rumble would be nothing without It). I make that 26 spots filled. If no-one has any entrants they need in the next couple of days, I'll throw you a couple of tag teams from 'the division' to fill it out.

I agree with the sentiment of putting the effort into the main-events. With limited TV time, you have to delegate and throwing together feuds just because it's the done thing is a waste of time. When it's called for, then sure, give the Lethals and the Eric Youngs a feud and a build to a PPV. But with them, you don't neccessarily need it. If people want to see the X guys wrestle, let them, don't feel like you have to give them a half-hearted month's feud. Even if it means going the ROH route and putting guys without major feuds in four and six ways now and then. Also, trying to be a viable competitor is going to be a killer. Challenging WWE right now is a bad idea flatout. If they're going to become a competitor, it'll happen naturally, not by forcing it. That and signing Nigel McGuiness.

So, seeing as Cross hasn't been around for a couple of weeks, I can assume a walk-over, right?

Anderson Cup Conference Quarter Final Christian Wright and Theodore Moneymaker vs. Love Doctors Plus, Landon Maddix will be in the building (turns out he didn't fancy flying long-distance to Australia to talk and his video camera had to go in for service last weekend, or something) to talk about AnglePalooza, The Lethal Rumble and getting beat on New Year's Day. ...well, he might not want to talk too much about getting beat on New Year's Day. But he did. So somebody needs an ego stroke.

The roster smokes ECW's, I just worry about the presentation.

"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!" That intro to A1's "First To Believe", can mean but one thing as we're ready for more Anderson Cup action. "Tremendous" Tyler and "Showtime" Shayne hop out onto the entrance stage and strike a triumphant pose, as they're followed out by Jade Rodez. A Jade Rodez who, while dressed for party and not for business, does her usual job of standing between her team and striking her own pose. Earning a GIANT pop as her noteably short skirt rides up her leg. "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH OW OW OOOWWWWWWWii COLE Coach, please, a little decorum while we're on the ai... WOAH, MA-MA! A little taken aback by the attention, Jade blushes a little as she points D*LUX onto the ring. It takes them a moment, but eventually it registers and they stride on down the aisleway. BUFFER The following tag team contest is a Quarter Final Match in the Los Infernales Conference of the 2007 Anderson Cup, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, team number one. Accompanied to the ring by Ms. Jade Rodez... at a total combined weight of three hundred, eighty eight pounds. They are the number three seeds in the Los Infernales Conference and former two-time HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions... "TREMENDOUS" TYLER, "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE... D*LLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Well, Jade Rodez leading out D*LUX and looking a million bucks here in Australia! COACH Hells yeah. But, to be fair, we are in Australia. You look a million bucks compared to most women I've seen this week. COLE Moving quickly along, we're set for Anderson Cup action here. D*LUX competing for the first time in this tournament and seeded number three, by virtue of their two HI-YAH Tag Team Title reigns in the past half year. And they picked up a big win over Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua in a Latino Thug Street Fight ten days ago at Mainframe Monday too, against the odds. A victory which puts them right back in line for a shot at the HI-YAH World Tag Team Titles that PRL and Popick hold. Tonight, they're taking their focus away from regaining the HI-YAH Tag Titles briefly though, in search of a shot at the OAOAST World Tag Team Titles at AngleMania VI! "Back Caught you lookin' for the same thing It's a new thing - check out this I bring Uh Oh the roll below the level 'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass, C'mon Turn up the radio They claim that I'm a criminal" As D*LUX go through the last portion of their entrance Public Enemy's "Don't Believe The Hype" hits, the OAOAST's hitmen for hire not waiting around for the theatrics. The South Central Militia emerge through the sliding entrance doors and head straight for the ring. Vincent Ford leads the way for the team, with Marcellus Wallace following behind, yelling at anyone within earshot that they're "Lookin' at the Man!" BUFFER And introducing their opponents. Hailing from South Central L.A... at a total combined weight of five hundred and five pounds. The number six seeds in the Los Infernales Conference... MARCELLUS "ONE EYE" WALLACE... VINCENT "WHITEY" FORD... THE SOUTH CENTRAL MILLLIIITTIIIIIAAAAAA!!!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Ford and Wallace enter the ring and gesture to the crowd, Vinny crudely grabbing his crotch to tell one group of booing fans exactly what he thinks of them. COLE D*LUX overcame size disadvantages at Mainframe Monday and they'll clearly have to do the same tonight. These two teams met back in the month of August with The South Central Militia coming up on the short end, but you can never underestimate these two Los Angeles thugs. COACH Definately. If they can keep this to a brawl, you could be looking at the first upset of the 2007 Anderson Cup. As the music dies down we're finally ready to go, D*LUX deciding who's going to start the match... ...but it turns out it'll be BOTH of them, as The SCM pounce from behind!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH Okay, I smell an upset. *DINGDINGDING!* The bell rings as Jade runs for her life, not wanting to get in the way of The South Central Militia while they're on the attack. And who could blame her? Marcellus puts the beatdown on Tyler while Vincent irish whips Shayne into the ropes. Grabbing the top rope, Shayne brings himself to a sudden stop and scoots out onto the apron just in time to cut Vinny's charge off with a forearm. Shayne then springboards to the top... ...but Ford lunges into the ropes just as Shayne's feet find their footing, causing him to tumble face-first to the canvas!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Shayne is left writhing on the canvas as Wallace continues his attack on Tyler. A boot to the gut softens the boybander up, Wallace following that up with an uppercut before aiming for Tyler's head with a clothesline, only for Tyler to duck and cause Moe to go tumbling through the ropes to the floor. COLE We've got bodies flying everywhere here! Both teams coming out of the traps flying, this just goes to show how much every team in the OAOAST wants the Anderson Cup on their resumé. The action is fact, furious but not entirely within the rules. Which is why referee Nick Patrick tries to gain some control by sending Tyler back to his corner. Being the nice-guy he is, Tyler is happy to follow the rules and quietly exits... before not so quietly crashing out of the ring, as Vinny bumps him off the apron and to the arena floor with a thud! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Jade rushes over to check on her charge, but doesn't get there in time. Popping back up, Tyler angrily tries to get back in at Vinny but he's held back by the ref, allowing Wallace to roll back in and join in a double beatdown on "Showtime" Shayne! COLE There's the gangwars mentality from The South Central Militia. They're not the finest technicians in the company but they've never claimed to be, it's all about having a good fight and getting paid for the privledge with these two. COACH And that's the mentality that works for them. Tyler frantically tries to alert Johnson to the problem, but by the time he finally leaves the ring, Wallace has left the ring and what remains is Vinny standing innocently over Shayne. Or, as innocently as he could look at least. Landing a couple of knees to the sternum, Vincent manoeuvres Shayne over to the SCM corner, accepting a tag. Marcellus steps in and lands a boot to the exposed gut, following it up with a double axehandle over the back. WALLACE C'mon, ge'ddup bitch! Rolling to his knees, Shayne grabs at Moe and tries to fend him off. Wallace swats the arms away though, grabbing Shayne by the ears and landing a headbutt! And another, still not letting Shayne fall! He has other plans, scooping Shayne up and displaying his power to the Australian crowd. If anyone in the crowd is impressed then they're not admitting it as they boo "One Eye", all the way up to the moment he finally sends Shayne FLYING across the ring with a GIANT Bodyslam! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Ow, right on the base of the spine! COACH There goes his career as a backing dancer. Hey, maybe he can follow your lead and go into journalism instead Mikey! Slowly Moe strolls over to where Shayne landed and places his shoulders flat on the canvas, putting a boot on the chest and demanding the count... 1... 2... Kickout. Moe reaches back up and tags out to Vinny, who quickly climbs to the top. With a hold of the hair, Shayne is roughly hauled back to his feet and held in place as Vinny balls up his fist and drops from the top, driving the right hand down into Shayne's forehead. Risking his well-being, referee Nick Patrick makes sure Wallace leaves the ring again while Vinny glances over to the D*LUX corner and grabs a handful of crotch in little Jade's direction, luring the illegal man into the ring. Sure enough Patrick rushes over to keep "Tremendous" Tyler from interfering in the match, but sure enough that opens the door for The SCM to initiate another double-team. Shayne is rough-housed into the South Central corner and Wallace quickly wraps the tag rope around his throat, while Vinny continues to taunt and mock Tyler to prolong the distraction. Even Jade's attempts to calm him down don't stop Tyler from trying to help his partner, but eventually Tyler realises he's doing more harm than good and reluctantly leaves the ring, forcing Wallace to quickly untangle the rope 'noose'. COLE No regard for the rules, as you'd expect from these two thugs. As Shayne collapses out of the corner, Santana lets him fall to the canvas and mocks him by paintbrushing him across the back of the head with the flat of his boot a couple of times. Vinny then turns to the crowd and yells to anyone that'll listen that "Showtime" is nothing, which obviously doesn't go down too well with them. "D - LUX!" "D - LUX!" "D - LUX!" "D - LUX!" A boot suspiciously close to the beltline is Vinny's response to that chant, following up with a cover before Patrick can ask too many questions... 1... 2... Kickout. Tag is made, bringing Marcellus back in. Together the Militia pull Shayne back to his feet and pitch him into the ropes, Vinny waiting with a boot to the gut. And as Shayne doubles over, Marcellus comes thundering back from the side and DRIVES his knee into the side of the head! Shayne spirals to the canvas as Moe carries on right through, leaning over the ropes and getting into it with the Aussie crowd. COLE Yeah, that's great, but you're not going to advance in the Anderson Cup by talking to the fans there 'One-Eye'. Eventually Moe realises that, making the cover... 1... 2... But by then it's too late and Shayne kicks out. Scooping Shayne back to his feet, Marcellus guides him to the corner. Face-first, right into the top turnbuckle. Turning Shayne around, bodyshots are the next attack, "Showtime" being used like a makeshift punching bag by the Los Angeles street-fighter. After a flurry of about ten or twelve Marcellus finally backs off, retreating into the opposite corner as the crowd try to encourage Brave out of the buckles. Tyler frantically waves for Shayne to move, but he doesn't seem to have the energy, as Moe charges in and CRUSHES him with an Avalanche!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Shayne Brave is being dominated here and it's no wonder, he's outweighed by about eight pounds right now. Marcellus drags the ever-more lifeless Brave out of the corner and drops him with a right hand. The SCM then make the tag, Vinny now legal again and quickly in, rushing across the ring to knock Tyler off the apron! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Despite being quick back in it doesn't matter, as Tyler is still cut off by Nick Patrick. Behind his back meanwhile, Marcellus hasn't left the ring as he thought, instead grabbing hold of Shayne by the legs and spinning around... "WOOOAAAH..." ...and around... "...OOOAAAH..." COLE Giant Swing! ...and around... "...OOOAAAH..." ...and around... "...OOOAAAH..." *SMACK!* "...OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" ...UNTIL VINNY DROPKICKS SHAYNE IN THE HEAD IN MID-ROTATION!!! COACH Oh ho HO! COLE No way Shayne Brave could protect himself from that, what a shot! Before Patrick can catch him Marcellus sneaks back out of the ring. He doesn't need to be around now, because Vinny has the cover and Shayne is out cold... 1... 2... 3- NO! Kickout! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Referee Patrick is immediately hounded by The Militia but stands firm that it was only a two. COACH How the hell did he kick out of that? COLE Shayne is gutsy, you've got to give him that. Both of D*LUX are, we've seen it so many times in the past half a year. And they're being tipped as the dark-horses for this year's Anderson Cup for that very reason. Brushing aside the referee, a scowl forms on Vinny's face as he puts the boots to Shayne to make sure any momentum from the kickout is snuffed out. Vinny then pulls Shayne back up, landing a forearm on the way. Front facelock applied, Vinny sets and takes "Showtime" over with a quick vertical suplex, hanging onto head and jeans as he rolls back through to his feet with Shayne in tow. Another suplex follows. But Vinny isn't done yet, rolling through a second time and pausing. After taking a second to pour out One For My Homies before setting up the third 'Amigo'... but Shayne floats over behind! Vinny stumbles for a second, turning around into the waiting "Showtime" who catches him around the head for the Shaynedrop... ...but Vinny trips him out, Shayne eating a mouthful of canvas!! On the hop, Vinny goes over top and hits the ropes as Shayne then crawls back up, head down as Vinny throws the Scissors Kick... ...but Shayne pulls the head out from beneath the human guillotine just in the nick of time!! Vinny seems to jar his right knee as he lands, giving Shayne the extra second he needs to line him up for a Leg Lariat up underneath the jaWii "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Caught him! COACH That's okay. It's only one shot, Vinny's still fresh enough to recove... Both men are down momentarily, but Shayne suddenly rolls over into his corner and makes the tag! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Ricky Morton roll! And there's the tag, here comes Tyler! COACH Dang. Leaping into the ring, the completely fresh Tyler catches Vinny on his way back up with an elbow, dropping him back to the canvas. A dropkick fends off Marcellus as he tries to get in for the save before Tyler meets Vinny with a hard right hand. The SCMer nurses his cheek, almost looking shocked at the punch this little boyband kid packs. Another right hand connects and Vinny is reeling now, Tyler loading him into the ropes and shooting him across the ring. In his excitement, Tyler ducks his head a little prematurely though, allowing Vinny to stop, grab the hair... *SMACK!* ...get shrugged off and Superkicked right in the face!! JADE WHOOOO! Cover by Tyler... 1... 2... NO! Tyler is right back to his feet, waiting on Vinny with a Leaping Clothesline! Another cover... 1... 2... Again, NO! Tyler is still a step ahead and waiting on Vinny... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...with a knifedge chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and another. Not taking much more than an extra breath as a result of the chops though, "Whitey" just glares venomously at Tyler before rearing back and SMASHING him with an elbow strike! COACH Oh, he done done it now! COLE I'm not quite sure what that means but you're probably right. Tyler goes down to one knee and just like that the tables have turned, Tyler the one in trouble as Marcellus Wallace crawls back into the ring and calls for a double team. Into the ropes goes The Tremendous One, The SCM synchronising their runs as they prepare a Jailbreak... ...but in a sudden display of agility, Tyler tucks and rolls between Moe's spear and Vinny's loaded forearm, coming to his feet behind the confused Militia! First to react is Santana as he runs at Tyler by the opposite ropes. Tyler is luring him in though and backdrops "Whitey" up and over the top rope, out to the floor. And Vincent's momentum is such that he keeps on going, hard into and then over the barricade, into the front roWii Following in is Marcellus but Tyler is the quicker and takes the lead, ducking underneath Moe's clothesline and rushing the ropes as well. The two are on a collision course as they rebound on opposite sides, Marcellus GROWLING as he comes charging back... into a dropkick to the knee by Tyler! COLE Watch out... *SMACK!* And the Shining Enziguri isn't far behind!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Despite the boot in the back of the dome, Marcellus doesn't go down. Or, at least, any further than the one knee he was already rested on. He's seeing stars though and not just those on the Australian flag hanging from the rafters. So Tyler hits the ropes, getting a more deliberate run-up... *SMACK!* ...on a SECOND Shining Enziguri!! And this time, Marcellus does go down! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Not one, but two kicks to the back of the head! Tyler Bryant has chopped the bigman down and possibly knocked him clean out! With relief as much as joy, Tyler punches the air as he drops on top of Marcellus, counting along with referee Nick Patrick for the... 1... 2... ...and... KICKOUT! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Tyler's eyes bulge as Patrick confirms the two count with the timekeeper, looking down at the bigman Wallace as he slowly begins to stir and shaking his head. COLE Tyler thought he had the match right there and who can blame him, after those two kicks. A regular man would be out cold right now. Apparantly, Marcellus Wallace is no regular man as he begins to climb back to his feet. Tyler meets him with some forearms over the back but can't keep Moe down, so turns towards the ropes. It proves to be a fakeout however as Tyler 180s around with a roaring forearm. It doesn't put Marcellus down though. Infact, Wallace actually dares Tyler to strike him again... only for that to prove a fakeout, ducking underneath Tyler's clothesline attempt and giving the crowd a big thumbs up... ...or, rather, loads up the SILVER BULLET, driving his thumb into Tyler's neck and dropping him in one swipe!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE The referee saying it was in the neck and not the throat so no disqualification. COACH In which case, D*LUX's last hope has gone. With Shayne Brave still incapacitated, Tyler is left alone and at the mercy of "One Eye", as he turns out to the Melbourne crowd and gives the sign for the Dominator. COACH DAMN! "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" With a grin on his face at the desperate chant, Moe drags Tyler back up, Jade still holding out hope in the face of a bad situation. A very bad situation, as Moe waistlocks Tyler and hoists him up over the shoulder... but Tyler is fighting it! Struggling, squirming, kicking his feet until eventually he slips out of Marcellus' grip and down the back! Moe doesn't hang around and hits the ropes again, but Tyler sees him coming and vaults up, dropkicking him in the thigh to try and chop him back down to one knee! Marcellus stops, hobbles, but doesn't go down... *SMACK!* ...so Tyler lands a Superkick, Moe groggily dropping to one knee... *SMACK!* ...for ANOTHER Shining Enziguri!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE He got him again! Surely this time... Tyler watches as Moe collapses onto his back, floating over with a quick jacknife pin as Vinny finally drags himself back over the barricade... 1... ...but Shayne Brave lunges at him and grabs the ankle... 2... 3!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *DINGDINGDING!* COLE ...and it is! It's over! "First To Believe" hits, the delight of Jade who jumps for joy on the outside. As do the fans nearby treated to a panty shot. Perverted Aussie bastards; we invented cricket, not you! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the match, advancing on in the Anderson Cup... D*LLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXX!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Jade collects her team and guides them towards the rampway, out of harm's way as Vincent Santana is left fuming at just missing out on saving the day. Still looking a little taken aback by their manager's attire, D*LUX barely have the wits about them to celebrate, until of course she tells them to. COLE So D*LUX move on in the Los Infernales Conference, not without a fight that's for sure. Shayne Brave took the brunt of the punishment but Tyler Bryant gutted it out alone and carried the team through the finishing post. And looking at the brackets here, they will now advance into the Conference Semi Finals, where they will take on the number two seeds, The Beverly Hills Blonds! Wow, what a match that should be! COACH No doubt. There's a lot of history there and I'm sure Ned and Simon will be itching to show these boyband boys yet again why they're the real men of the tag team division. And aren't you glad now that The Beverly Hills Blonds were finally given the number two seeding they deserved? COLE You mean 'bought' the number two seeding that they, rightfully, weren't awarded? COACH Whatever. Point is, you've got one person to thank for the prospect of another D*LUX/Beverly Hills Blonds confrontation and it's Thedore Moneymaker. COLE Well, it should be a marquee match in this year's Anderson Cup, that's for sure. Meanwhile, HeldDOWN~! continues on Down Under!

A segment or two before my match would be perfect, ta! Attention all wrestling fans. It's been a tough task. Many hurdles have been fallen at. Lives were lost. But, amazing as it sounds, yes folks, we've found the one person in the entire OAOAST who's actually happy to see Chicks Over Dicks return to the company! Yes, really. Taking a break from her managerial duties, Jade Rodez is at the seldom seen make-up table (because what good wrestling promotion would survive without one of those, I ask you) backstage getting all glammed up for a night on the Australian town. To be honest, I'm not sure how much of a night-life Australia has. But what there is better get ready for the ride of it's life, because Jade is preparing to party with COD and looking like you've never seen her before. The woman on the make-up desk muses over Jade's hair as she hitches up her top a little, looking a little unsure of how low cut it is. MAKE-UP LADY So, how's your brother? JADE Oh, he's doing pretty good, thanks. The doctors say he's 'exceeding all expectations' which is really cool apparantly, I can't wait to see him again. He's so busy rehabbing his neck and trying to get back into some sort of wrestling shape and we go past Michigan so rarely, it'll be great to have him back, ya know. It's weird, 'cause ever since I've been here he's been with me, looking over my shoulder, helping me out, giving me advice. MAKE-UP LADY Was the skirt his advice? Jade looks down at her bravely short ra-ra skirt, a little sheepishly. JADE (nervous laugh) I think he'd be a little... unsure about it. MAKE-UP LADY That's one advantage of not having him around though, right? JADE Yeah. I guess. He's a little protective, but I guess that's what big brothers are supposed to be. MAKE-UP LADY So what does he think about you hitting the town with Alix and Krista then? No comment from Jade. The lack of an answer and the nervous scratching of her arm says it all. MAKE-UP LADY Oh, I see. JADE He'd only worry, ya know. He and Krista never really got along and I dunno if him and Alix are as okay as he made out, I mean he said they ended on good terms but it's not the kinda thing I wanna bring up in conversation too much, because he doesn't really mention her all that often. Alix is probably over it. Best not to push it, I figure. I'm just glad to have Alix and Krista back around here. It's not like being around my brother, they help me out with advice when I need it, sure, but it's different with them. Makes a change. I never really had many girlfriends back home. Don't get me wrong, being a manager's fine and all but it's not always too much... fun. Putting the finishing touches on Jade's hair with a glittery hairclip, the still un-named make-up lady takes a mirror off her the nearby table and passes it to Ms. Rodez, who looks suitably impressed. MAKE-UP LADY Well, I'm sure you'll have plenty of 'fun' tonight. JADE Yeah, hopefully. I don't wanna end up a third wheel, trying to keep up with them, like what's-her-name, Britney. MAKE-UP LADY Oh, don't be nervous. I'm sure you'll be fine. After all, Krista doesn't drink [i]that[/i] much. JADE Yeah she does. MAKE-UP LADY I know. (sighs) She never did pay to repair my windshield. JADE What? MAKE-UP LADY Nothing, nothing. You enjoy yourself tonight. Enjoyment will have to wait though as while Jade collects up her things, Tyler Bryant and Shayne Brave enter the picture, all denimed up and ready for their Anderson Cup Match. The D*LUX duo talk amongst themselves, presumably over strategy for their match, as Jade continues to look unsure about her clothing choice. TYLER Jade, are you ready to g... woah. Until, that is, her team stop dead in their tracks at the sight of her. All of a sudden she stops fiddling with the skirt and smiles, waiting for either of them to say anything. Which they don't (and it's probably for the best, they're not talkers really). Eventually, the awkward silence is filled though, as a lightbulb goes off in Jade's head. JADE Oh God your match! TYLER Oh, yeah... SHAYNE Yeah, yeah... match. Our match... TYLER We gotta go now. SHAYNE To the ring... to wrestle... TYLER Yeah... wrestle. In our match. JADE Oh God, I totally forgot! I can't believe I forgot, I'm sooo sorry! Come on let's go... thanks again Jenny! Now named and sure to become a regular recurring character now as well I'm sure, Jenny the make-up lady shakes her head as Jade quickly scuttles off in the direction of ringside, D*LUX following after her and still looking a little wide-eyed. MAKE-UP LADY Ah to be young and naive again.

He wouldn't generate as much interest, granted. But it's not one person or another that draws a WrestleMania buyrate nowadays, it's the state of the product and the name itself. The chances are the Heavyweight Title Match won't be the main event and they'll be putting their money on Hogan vs. Opponent and Cena vs. Opponent on being the big two matches. I'm not sure how much of a difference Taker/Batista would make on the buyrate opposed to Finlay/Batista, on a Mania card. Not as much as a straight SD PPV I wouldn't imagine.

Hate to disagree, but just watch his match w/Vader from SummerSlam '96. I'm sure you'll retract your statement. (A match BTW, which he was supposed to job in, but didn't.) Oh yeah, and this reminds me: I've got tickets to WM 23, and it looks like I won't have to see HHH. BONUS! And his brief snapping at Foley during their Mind Games match.

Okay, cool. What about the Rumble? I can still take it no problem, but if you're okay writing it then I wouldn't want to steal it from under your nose.

Oh, bummer. That's a real shame to hear, you've done a whole lot for us since coming back. Understand where you're coming from though, there's no point in committing to stuff you might not be able to handle. Hopefully you'll keep up to date. There's no reason why you can't be on maybe a PFL or Adam like schedule, where you just write if and when you ever get time and the characters are kinda 'open'. Just use the old 'they've gone to HI-YAH' excuse I guess, for the ones you're okay with being available. I haven't got a match planned for AnglePalooza, so I can gladly write the Rumble this year. I was actually going to ask about possibly taking the 6-Man Tag Titles too, so maybe I can use this to call next on those?

They didn't bring Daivari over with Khali, so it'd seem like that's how they're going. Introduce big guy with an outdated gimmick after big guy with an outdated gimmick, stick them with the heel manager who the crowd responds well to and fed them all to the Champion. It fits the "Hey, it worked with Hogan, why not Cena?" booking plan perfectly!

I've got no doubts that HHH will be back at some point, probably sooner rather than later, but I'd like to think he takes his time about returning. He's got much more reason to stay away than back in 2001, with his child. And besides that, what has he got to prove anymore? Last time, argueably, he'd established himself as a main eventer, but he still wasn't considered at the level he wanted to be. He came back, he proved he could still hold his own after the injury, he got into the bona-fide main eventer spot he's at right now and in the eyes of the majority of fans, he's held in the regards of a top level guy (certainly closer to Rock and Austin than he was before Quad Tear 1). Plus, the past few years he's managed to redeem himself a little with the helping hand he gave Orton (until they botched the face turn) and Batista, plus putting over Benoit and Cena. I just don't see what there is left for him to really do.

Oh, he's no Ricky Morton. Then again, most of Morton's selling was in a tag team format and I don't remember Shawn doing the kip-up spot back when he was in The Rockers. I do see your point. I can see the problems with Shawn doing it, but at the same time I understand why he does it.

The only saving grace I can see for Umaga/Cena is if it ends, DQ or stoppage or whatever, with the old Jamal 'giant splash to the outside through a table' spot. Either that, or they make the match No DQ on Heat, like virtually every PPV main event in the late 90s. Their match on RAW in England late last year was terrible, I don't see why this one would be any different without a stipulation.

Maybe if he did it in Japan, it'd be fine and people would come up with five paragraph explanations as to why kipping-up and no-selling something makes perfect sense. I'm not trying to knock Puro here. I don't have a big problem with the Japanese no-sell spot (apart from it being used so much that it's lost a lot of it's meaning), the nip-up, the Hulk Up, the Canadian Destroyer, any of those type of things. Psychology is great and all, but surely at the end of the day it's about getting a reaction from the audience, which Shawn does. But can someone explain why Michaels' kip-up in mid match should be treated any differently to getting immediately up after a usually match ending headdrop, sometimes on more than one occasion? Anyone?

Also, according to my notes: Anderson Cup Conference Quarter Final Black T vs. Lone Star Gunslingers

Smarks Board Name: King Cucaracha Wrestlers Name: Dance Dance Dragon Nickname(s): The Strong Style Party Animal, The Bemani Bruiser, The Masked Dance Assassin, Triple D, DDD (his hi-score name) Height: 5'10" Weight: 211lbs Hometown: Heaven's Dancefloor Age: 23 Face/Heel: Face Stable: n/a Ring Escort: n/a Weapon(s): The power of dance Quotes/Sayings: None. Dragon doesn't speak, he communicates through dance. Taunts: Dancing? Looks: Ring Attire- A black mask with a dragon design on the front *coughSuperDragoncough* and bright multi-coloured tassles hanging down from the back. A long sleeved bodysuit, again black but with some fancy design running around the front and sides, again in bright multi-colours. Black boots with multi-coloured laces, bright multi-coloured gloves. Entrance Attire- A long black jacket with a multi-coloured Japanese dragon design on the back. Basic Ring Entrance: A DDR stage hollogram shines down in front of the entrance way and for a while it's quiet. The intro to "Hung Up" by Madonna plays as The Dance Dance Dragon calmly walks out. When the song picks up pace, multi-coloured strobes go freakoutapalooza through the rest of the arena and 'Triple D' starts to bust a freakin' move, people! Oh and a bunch of scantily clad dancers run out and dance to the sides of him, just for posterity. Dragon will eventually dance his way down to the ring and get ready for action. Stats: ¯¯¯¯¯ Strength: 4 (For a cruiserweight, he's got some power in him. I think the Fire-Pro term is Instant Power. No prolonged feats of strength but enough to get the 240s/250s of the SWF up for quick power moves. Most of his power is in his legs, which is useful for his kicking.) Speed: 7 (SWF=cruiserweight. Cruiserweight=fast. He's not tremendously fast but certainly agile. Dancing is good for agility, of course.) Vitality: 5 (Gutsy. Will be put down by any finisher and some big sig moves but can take some punishment.) Charisma: 4 (He does not speak. At all. Ever. But how can you not call a masked Japanese DDRing wrestling dragon charismatic?) Style: Strong Style/Cruiserweight. Oh yes. Signature moves: -> Dance Dance DDT- Asai DDT/Standing Sliced Bread #2 -> Osaka Street Cutter -> The Strong Style Shuffle- 5 Knuckle Shuffle, only with a Joe (~!) style kneedrop to end. -> DDR Elbow- People's Elbow, with a DDR sequence thrown in for good measure. -> Excellent!- Top Rope Double Stomp to the body -> Combo- Low Ki's 3 Kick Series -> Speed Modifier- Airplane Spin -> Violence Party- Chop-Elbow combo in the corner. 'Common' Moves: -> Dragon Suplex- (He's a Dragon!) -> Dragon Sleeper- (He's a Dragon!) -> Dragon Kicks- (He's a Dragon!) -> Dragon Screw- (He's a Dragon!) -> Pulling Piledriver- (Mick Foley style, puts the opponent in a headscissors and uses the waistband of the tights to pull the opponent down onto his head.) -> Diving Reverse DDT -> Neckbreaker -> Tornado DDT -> Top Rope High Crossbody -> Moonsault/Moonsault Press/Asai Moonsault -> Running Palm Strike -> Front Dropkick/Front Missile Dropkick -> Knifedge Chops -> Elbow Strikes- (Preferrable to punches.) -> Various Kicks- (Mostly low-level stuff, shots to the legs and to the body to wear the opponent down. Not so much educated feet as part-time studying feet.) -> Lucha Libre Armdrags- (He's Strong Style but he's also a luchadore. Thus, he has a wide array of armdrags in his arsenal, from almost any position at any time. Mostly used in the feeling out process of matches, unless he needs a quick one to turn the tide of a match perhaps.) Rare moves: -> Bemani Buster- The Muscle Buster. Not really strong enough to execute it on most opponents and get full impact so busts it out on rare occassions when a high score big hit is needed. -> Dragonrana- Did I mention he's a Dragon!? Finishers: 1) Impact- Newbie Killer- Vertebreaker aka Cop Killa 2) Aerial- Perfect!- Top Rope Double Stomp to the head/back of the head os a laying opponent Notes: Capitalising on the run-away success of Dance Dance Revolution roughly 5 years too late, The Dance Dance Dragon came to the OAOAST from his native Japan and enjoyed... mixed success. The height of which being his reign as OAOAST X-Division Champion. Dragon has moved on to pastures new now though, looking to make more of an impact in the SWF at the request of new SWF Commissioner Landon Maddix. Bio: Uh, he likes DDR? Former OAOAST X-Division Champion. Does he need a bio, he's a Japanese guy who does DDR with a dragon mask on. That's pretty self explanatory if you ask me.

Anderson Cup Conference Quarter Final D*LUX vs. South Central Militia Landon Maddix will be in the building, to talk about AnglePalooza, The Lethal Rumble and getting beat on New Year's Day. ...well, he might not want to talk too much about getting beat on New Year's Day. But he did. So somebody needs an ego stroke.

I've got Supercard Of Honor, Joe vs. Kobashi and Unified on the way. Couldn't find them over Christmas at other sites, so that's a plus. For some reason, I couldn't find Cornette's SOTR though.

Okay everyone, the reason why *EVERYONE MUST READ* OMGDZ and why this booking thread is up so earlier is very simple. This is going to be a concept show and a bit of an experiment. And there's plenty of chances for it to go wrong, if not planned out correctly. Correctly and early. This is going to be a legit, interactive, Cyber Sunday/Taboo Tuesday esque show. I assume you all know the drill with the format, but if not, do some research or something. A couple of ground rules right off the bat... - Basically, matches for the New Year's Show will need to have three options of some sort for people to vote on. Whether it's three possible opponents, three possible match-types, three possible tag partners... whatever you can think of, assuming it's three possible somethings. The vote is going to be legitimate, so don't put up a choice for a New Year's match you flat out don't want, incase that's what everyone votes for. Sod's law says it would be. - The one other 'rule' is that All New Year's Show matches need to be booked (and preferably announced on a HD by the December 14th show) by December 17th at the latest! Very important. The match choices will then go up. The thread will be locked and voting will open. Votes will be made by PM, to me, ending just as Santa's duties do (Sunday December 24th, 12:00PM). The results will then be PMed to the match writers on the Monday, giving everyone 7 days to write the chosen match. 7 days should be enough, but just incase, I'd advise having three plans set in mind so you're prepared for whatever vote outcome. The reason everything is being done by PMs is twofold. One, incase the vote gets screwed up somehow on the board. And two, the main one, is that the results will be PMed and kept secret. The only person who knows the result of your vote will be you. And me. That way, the show keeps an air of unpredictability right up to when it's read. "Mene" Gene and Maria will be the hosts of the show and you'll all write in your own announcement of the result ala the real Cyber Sunday. So, basically, don't go blabbing your result before the show as it defeats the object, which is unpredictability. The reason the show is being done on the New Year's show is because obviously, over the holidays, we can expect people to have less time. This is a way to spice up interest in those who can find time given the push. So, if you can come up with something Cyber Sundayish, then please do so. But I understand some people might have trouble weaving their feuds into this. If you can't come up with anything, then don't sweat it. If you can't write because it's over the holidays, don't sweat it. If you were planning on doing a match for the New Year's Show that you simply can't risk putting any element of up for a vote, then write it for a HeldDOWN, it's not like you HAVE to write big matches only on big shows after all! But the point is, as much as this might seem very rigid and there are a lot of ground rules and time-limits and such, this is supposed to be something interesting and fun (as fun as spending your holidays writing e-wrestling matches can be that is). So if you can co-operate, please do. Thank you all. So get thinking and get booking!

Apparantly Bruce is under the weather, so he says the X-Title Match might be late. How late, I don't know, but go ahead and post without it if it's not with you soon. Backstage a smiling ”Mean” Gene is standing by, microphone at the ready, trademark bowtie polished up (?!?) as he stands next to “the Lone Wolf” James Wolfenstein MEAN GENE Fans have I got a first for you tonight! You’ve all seen him in the ring, dismantling opponent after opponent but you’ve yet to hear anything from Mr. Wolfenstein himself. Gene smirks, he knows this scoop will aggrivate Tony Schiavone who bet him that *HE* would be the first to interview Wolfenstein MEAN GENE Now James, since bursting onto the scene here in the OAOAST you’ve been on a tear defeating everyone put in your way Wolfenstein just nods quietly in response to Gene’s question MEAN GENE But I can’t help but wonder about something. From what we’ve seen in the ring so far… well a lot of people are speculating that you are not a rookie, they’re even saying that you’re deliberately trying to pass yourself off as a wrestling rookie so that you’ll look even more impressive in the ring. Is this true? James Wolfenstein stares at Gene for a moment, he’s heard the rumors too naturally and seems to welcome an opportunity to respond to it. JAMES WOLFENSTEIN *opens his mouth to speak* “Yeah James… or should I say “John Hawk” tell the people all about your past MEAN GENE Asmodai what the hell are you doing here? Asmodai, accompanied by fellow Footsoldier Mephisto walks into the shot to confront James Wolfenstein. ASMODAI Well “Wolfenstein” don’t you have something to say Mephisto hands Asmodai a “Fight Magazine” turned to a page about K-1 fighters ASMODAI So… do I still call you Wolfenstein or would you prefer John Hawk? MEAN GENE John Hawk? ASMODAI Right here Gene Asmodai holds up the magazine and shows both Gene and the camera a picture of a guy called John Hawk fighting during a K-1 event. MEAN GENE Are you sure that’s him? ASMODAI Well shave off his beard, cut his hair… I wasn’t sure at first either, but it is him! It is you isn’t it John?? Asmodai grins from ear to ear as he gets in Wolfenstein’s face. Just as it looks like Wolfenstein is going to respond he turns his back on Asmodai to walk away. ASMODAI Hey wait a minute! The OAOAST deserves and ans-! But the “-wer” never passes his lips. When Asmodai grabbed Wolfenstein’s arm to stop him from leaving the Lone Wolf reacted swiftly and decked Asmodai with the same stinging right hand that knocked Jock Mulligan out on HeldDOWN before walking away. MEAN GENE Oh my god!! Fans we will get to the bottom of this I promise.

Somebody needs to volunteer to post the show, or there won't be one up for a while. Like, quite a while. Days. Don't all jump at once.

MENE GENE Up next ladies and gentlemen, right here in Dayton Beach, Florida... *CHEAP POP!* MENE GENE ...the OAOAST World Tag Team Championships will be on the line. Again, three choices of match and either way, it's going to be a tough task for the reigning champs, The Sooner Bruisers, Maria. MARIA ...DAYTONA BEACH!!!! *CHEAP POP!* Like an overexcited child, Maria jumps up and down clapping her hands. MENE GENE Okay, let's see what we're in for here. Either a Traditional Over The Top Rope Battle Royal, a Tag Team Turmoil Match or a Triple Chance Battle Royal, you the fans have been voting and now, let's see just what you have chosen... [b]A) Over The Top Rope Battle Royal: 8%[/b] [b]B) Triple Chance Battle Royal: 28%[/b] [b]C) Tag Team Turmoil Match: 64%[/b] MENE GENE Well, it's pretty overwhelming Maria, we're going to see Tag Team Turmoil erupt here tonight in Daytona Beach! In the event of this choice, order of entry was determined earlier tonight with a random drawing. So without any further ado, let's get the first two teams out here. It's Tag Team Turmoil and it begins RIGHT NOW... [COLOR=red]*WHIIIR!* *WHIIIR!*[/COLOR] "Doctor, doctor, give me the news I've got a bad case of lovin' you No pill's gonna cure my ill I've got a bad case of lovin' you" As "Bad Case Of Loving You (Doctor, Doctor)" by Robert Palmer hits it seems the luck of the draw hasn't favoured The Love Doctors as they emerge through the curtains, the first entrants in this Tag Team Turmoil Match. They're not disheartened though, far from it. They're happy to be here in the OAOAST on a New Year's Day and they show it by bumping and grinding to their theme music, driving the female fans wild! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is TAG TEAM TURMOIL for the OAOAST Tag Team Championship of the WORLD! The match will start with entrants one and two, with eliminations occuring via pinfall, submission, disqualification or countouts. The one team left standing at the end of Tag Team Turmoil will be crowned World Tag Team Champions! Introducing first, team number one... both hailing from Chicago, Illinois... at a total combined weight of four hundred, thirty six pounds. They are former HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions... DR. STEVEN PIGLEY and DR. MAX ANDERSON... THE LLLLLLLLOOOOOOOVVEEEE DDOOOOOCCTTOOOORRRRRSSSSSSS!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Thank you Mene Gene and Maria and it's time for Tag Team Turmoil. The Love Doctors, entrants number one, which puts them at the disadvantage tonight although technically they're at no more of a disadvantage than whoever plucked number two. COACH To steal an old addage, they've actually got an advantage over team number two. They can jump them when they try and get in the ring. COLE I don't think that's the way The Docs' work. COACH Yeah, we'll see. The Doctors of Doctornomics discard their white coats, Anderson hanging his stethoscope up over in his team's corner. The Love Doctors then wait on their first of a possible five opponents, all eyes turning to the entrance way... ...as "Call Me" by Blondie hits. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH Aw no! COLE Well, at least we know Theodore Moneymaker hasn't had a hand in the draw's outcome, if you know what I mean! Clearly not happy with their position in the match, Ned Blanchard and Simon Singleton trudge out, still complaining amongst each other and with Mackenzie DeCenzo about the vote, the draw, the conspiracy against them and so on. Mackenzie pulls her team together though, starting up a rally cry which ends with The Blonds marching determinedly to the ring. BUFFER And introducing the team entering at number two. From Beverly Hills, California! They are accompanied to the ring by their manager, The Chief Financial Officer of The Enterprise, MACKENZIE DECENZO! At a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty pounds... together, former HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions and the former two-time OAOAST World Tag Team Champions. Representing THE ENTERPRISE... "THE HANDSOME HUSTLER" NED BLANCHARD... "THE VIDEO VOYEUR" SIMON SINGLETON... THE BEVEEEERRRRLLLYYY HHHIIIIIILLLSSS BLLLLOOOOOOOONDSSSSS!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE When The Beverly Hills Blonds drew number two earlier, it's safe to say they were hoping on either of the battle royals coming up and making it null and void. But not to be and now, they must go through all five opponents to once again hold the World Tag Team Titles tonight. COACH Not a problem. COLE Including Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright, their Enterprise co-horts. COACH ...not a problem? The Blonds have strategised during their introduction and once Buffer leaves the ring, the two give a sudden nod to each other before storming the ring! *DINGDINGDING!* The bell quickly sounds, but not quickly enough for The Love Doctors who are blindsighted by The Blonds! Ned and Simon pound Pigley and Anderson down to their knees with forearms and right hands before they set up stereo irish whips. Stereo reversals put pay to that though, Ned and Simon hitting the ropes instead. The Blonds are forced underneath by stereo leapfrogs, then over top from stereo drop-downs, The Docs leaping back up and manging to fit in a quick STEREO PELVIC THRUST before leaping up and landing stereo Standing Dropkicks, sending both The Beverly Hills Blonds scurrying to the floor!! *CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!* COLE And The Docs looking to dive here early on! Ned and Simon regroup on the floor and embrace, Simon checking on a possible split lip for The Handsome Hustler. Their team get together is interrupted by Mackenzie DeCenzo though, shrieking at The Blonds to pay attention as here comes Dr. Anderson... ...RIGHT THROUGH THE ROPES WITH A TOPÉ CON HÍLO!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Wow! Dr. Anderson bowling through the Blonds like skittles! And The Love Doctors showing their intent early on! COACH I think we need a reshoot! If Ned is having visions of going back to his trailer right now, he's out of luck as Dr. Anderson is perfectly fine with how the shoot is going right now. And he pitches Ned back into the ring, where Dr. Pigley is waiting. Wringing out the arm, Pigley measures up the chest... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and lands a scalpel-like knifedge chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and another! Of course, combos come in threes, so Pigley rears back again... ...Ned ducks his head... ...so Pigley stomps on Ned's foot! Ned howls in pain as the crowd howl back with laughter, The Handsome Hustler left hopping on one foot, allowing Dr. Pigley to spin and sweep out the standing leg! COLE Looks like Ned's a step off the pace here. COACH It's his groin. He's in there with two Doctors with a serious injury and instead of helping him out, they're attacking him! As he gets back to his feet it's clear Blanchard is disorientated as he staggers backwards, which allows Pigley to come off the ropes. A wild swipe from Ned finds nothing but air as Pigley ducks underneath and comes back off the opposite ropes, running at Ned and propelling himself forward with a high crossbody. Seeing it coming, Blanchard manages to catch Pigley and in his irritation, tosses him overhead. But his wise move is upstaged by the Doc who hangs onto Ned's arms, using it to lever Blanchard over and DOWN on the back of his head with the Crucifix Bomb... 1... 2... NOOO!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE No, only two! The Love Doctors almost making short work of The Beverly Hills Blonds! COACH Ned needs a medical timeout. Infact, maybe we should get his stunt-double out here to let him rest up. Keeping on Blanchard, Pigley pulls The Handsome Hustler to his feet and shoots him off into the turnbuckles. Steven then takes a full run-up across the ring, before charging in with an avalanche... NO! Ned gets his knee up and Pigley runs straight into it! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Finally Ned has some sort of an advantage over Dr. Steven. But he's still feeling the effect of the Crucifix Bomb and collapses back into the corner, thankful that Simon Singleton has managed to incapacitate Dr. Max momentarily and has entered the ring. A Million $ Kneelift cuts down Pigley, Simon making with the 'money fingers' as he makes the cover... 1... 2... No! COLE Quick cover from Simon. Both these teams know they've got four more matches waiting if they want to survive Tag Team Turmoil, so the quicker they can survive this one the better. Trying to get a double-team going, there's little sympathy from Simon as he tells Ned to get back up. He knows they need to strike and strike quickly if they stand a chance in Tag Turmoil. Singleton hooks on a front facelock, waiting for Ned to do the same before setting the Double Suplex... ...however, it doesn't get that far, as Anderson catches Pigley on the way over. Pigley tumbles to a more safe landing while The Blonds turn around, confused to find a different Doctor waiting on them. Boot to Simon. Boot to Ned. And a Double DDT, planting both the Beverly Hills natives on their Blond heads!! And with referee Charles Robinson still unable to get control, Max chances his luck, covering both Blonds... 1... 2... Double Kickout! As he notices his partner taking a chance to regroup, Dr. Anderson has to pick his next patient quickly. So he pulls Simon back to his knees, letting The Video Voyeur do the rest as he hits the ropes, looking for the big Lariat. A duck from Simon takes Dr. Max right into Ned Blanchard though, The Handsome Hustler sneaking to his feet and planting Anderson with a Spinebuster!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH How's THAT for an Anderson Spinebuster? COLE Well, we are approaching Anderson Cup season. Maybe that might get Ned a better seeding. Over in her director's chair, Mackenzie looks a little more relaxed with proceedings now. Singleton drags Dr. Anderson to his feet and executes a Backbreaker. He then pins Anderson down, while Ned scales the ropes, coming off the 2nd with the point of elbow to Max's chest! COACH There we go! Now we're going to see just why The Beverly Hills Blonds are the best tag team in the business, when they're on the same page there's nobody better. COLE They're the proverbial well-oiled machine. I think many would argue against them being [i]the[/i] best though. Cover is made by Simon... 1... 2... Kickout! Ned rolls out of the ring and goes after Pigley on the floor. They end up in a slugfest at ringside, going punch for punch, toe to toe, leaving Singleton alone in the ring with Dr. Anderson. "AN - DER - SON!" "AN - DER - SON!" "AN - DER - SON!" "AN - DER - SON!" Pulling the aforechanted Anderson back to his feet, Simon loads him up for an irish whip. Hitting the turnbuckles hard, out of the corner stumbles Dr. Anderson, met on the way out with a boot to the gut, setting him up as Singleton hits the ropes. On the way back Simon grabs the head, swinging the Doctor around... but Anderson spins out of the Swinging Neckbreaker attempt, into a small package... 1... 2... NO! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Again, a close call for The Blonds! It doesn't seem like Simon knows what happened even after his kickout and re-reaching his feet, walking absent-mindedly into a boot from Anderson. A boot to the collarbone snaps Singleton upright again, as Dr. Anderson does a quick 360 and lands a Spinning Backfist reminiscent of Kenta Kobashi! A second backfist connects. But Anderson isn't actually Kobashi, so Singleton is still standing. So Dr. Anderson turns for the ropes... ...and lands a BASEBALL SLIDE on Ned Blanchard! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Ned faceplants into the arena floor, freeing up Dr. Pigley. Meanwhile, ever the sneak, Simon Singleton spots an opportunity to strike without detection, running in at Dr. Anderson with the old school double-sledge. If Anderson thinks everything is okay, Dr. Pigley is right on hand to give him a second opinion, just in time for Max to throw his foot back and block Simon with a mule kick! And with Simon hurting, The Doctors have time to gather in the ring, waiting for The Video Voyeur to turn around... right into a DOUBLE FLATLINER!! COLE Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... COACH Shut up! Legal man be damned, as Dr. Pigley makes the cover, Dr. Anderson guarding off any interruption from Ned... 1... 2... TWO COUNT! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Such is the troubled situation her men find themselves in, Mackenzie is out of her director's chair and pounding the apron with her fists in a vain attempt to get The BHB to focus. COLE Mackenzie looks worried and rightfully so! Maybe she needs to flash... COACH YEAH! WHOO! COLE ...some money... COACH Oh. COLE ...that seems to be the one language that Blanchard and Singleton respond to nowadays. Mackenzie's yelling doesn't seem to be working though, as The Love Doctors give the call for the Lovematic Grampa! Ducking low, Pigley takes Singleton up and down onto the knee with the Inverted Atomic Drop, setting him up for Dr. Anderson... ...LOWBRIDGE AHEAD! Dr. Anderson goes tumbling out of the ring, courtesy of a tug of the top rope by Ned Blanchard! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Oh, come on! Referee Charles Robinson doesn't see what happened, just the results, unable to do anything about it as he didn't actually see any foul doings. And before he question Ned, he's gone too, as Dr. Pigley dropkicks The Handsome Hustler off the apron! Pigley then turns around, just in time to block another attempted charge from Singleton with a back elbow. Drawing the crowd behind him, Pigley then vaults up to the middle rope, backflipping towards The Video Voyeur with a QUEBRA... ...DROPKICK!!! SIMON DROPKICKS PIGLEY OUT OF MID-AIR!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE Oh, MY! Steven was UPSIDE DOWN when he got dropkicked and he might have landed right on his head for good measure! Relieved to be okay, Simon takes a breather. Not good enough for Mackie though, her yelling encouraging Simon to wrap Pigley up for the pin... 1... 2... 3!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" *DINGDING!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, The Love Doctors have been eliminated! COACH Yeah! One down! "You say its urgent Make it fast, make it urgent Do it quick, do it urgent Gotta rush, make it urgent Want it quick Urgent, urgent, emergency Urgent, urgent, emergency Urgent, urgent, emergency Urgent, urgent, emergency So urgent, emergency Emer... emer... emer... Its urgent" "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" No sooner has Simon began celebrating his pinfall than "Urgent" by Foreigner heralds the arrival of the third team in Tag Turmoil, the rookies of the match, Rescue 911! Officer Bosley and EMT Tim, no strangers to The Beverly Hills Blonds to say the least. They jog to the ring as The Blonds again curse their luck, having to face the one team in the line-up with the most desire to beat them. COLE No rest for the wicked here in Tag Team Turmoil and the representatives of the OAOAST's First Responders Unit are the next challenge for The Blonds. The Blonds who in the past few months have plenty of history with Rescue 911. And The Blonds who only barely escaped match one. COACH If these guys are as 'nice' as you made out on Thursday night, they'd give Ned and Simon a break to catch their breath. COLE That's not how this works Coach. COACH I know, but I maintain that true nice guys would cut them some slack. COLE Then it that case Rescue 911 must not be that nice! Indeed, because Bosley and Cash are in and they're not going to fall for Simon's attempts to beg off. They're going to go to work on The Video Voyeur! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *DINGDING!* The bell for match number two sounds, but is barely heard as the crowd cheer on the offensive flurry of Rescue 911! Officer Bosley lands a right hand on Simon, who staggers back into a right from EMT Tim! Right from Bosley! Right from EMT Tim! Bosley! Tim! Bosley! Tim! And Simon Singleton, resembling a ping-pong ball more and more as this sequence goes on, eventually calls for the First Responders to stop... before Flair-flopping face-first into the canvas! COACH So much for 'protect the innocent'. Simon innocently asked for a timeout and he gets attacked by both of these so called 'nice-guys'. This is grossly unfair! Bosley removes his police hat and glasses, EMT Tim disposing of his EMT coat as they're ready for business. Being a team that obeys the law, Rescue 911 follow the tag team format. Officer Bosley goes to the corner while EMT Tim assumes the position of legal man. "9 - 1 - 1!" "9 - 1 - 1!" "9 - 1 - 1!" "9 - 1 - 1!" Rushing around ringside, Mackenzie drags Ned over to Beverly Hills territory, sensing trouble... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...as Singleton takes a knifedge chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and a second! As Ned climbs groggily back to the apron, Tim then lands a straight kick to the gut before setting off into the ropes... ...LOWBRIDGE AHEAD... ...but this time, Ned's tactic DOESN'T work! Tim stops short of the hazard, waiting for it to sink in for The Handsome Hustler before clotheslining the despairing Blanchard off the apron! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Not a lot has gone right for The Beverly Hills Blonds so far tonight. Maybe their New Year's preparations weren't all they should have been. COACH Or, maybe it's because Ned Blanchard is an injured man! With Ned dealt with, Tim now safely runs the ropes. Singleton has recovered enough to leapfrog over the emergency medical technician however, dropping down as Tim rebounds off the over side. Again, Tim is a step ahead though, leaping over Simon and coming to an immediate stop. Little does Simon know his tactic didn't work, standing back up pointing to his temple (which means he has the brains, of course), only to turn around into a dropkick to the mush (which means he doesn't have the brains)! Cover follows... 1... 2... No! Wringing out the arm as he brings Singleton to his feet, Tim makes the tag, bringing in the Officer. Bosley scales the turnbuckles and drops the double sledge down into the shoulder. Taking over the arm wringer, Bosley waits for Tim's feet to hit the apron and hands to clench the tag rope, before making the tag rightback. This time it's Tim off the top, dropping his own double sledge to the shoulder before going back to the wristlock. The Video Voyeur tries to go for the hair, but EMT Tim shakes it off, wringing the arm out again causing Simon to drop to his knees, whining in pain. COLE Smart tag team wrestling from Rescue 911 here. They know Simon and Ned are lagging after starting this Tag Turmoil Match and they're keeping it simple, not expending energy where it's unneccessary. COACH But they're not winning this match with a mere wristlock or two. Especially against The Beverly Hills Blonds. With the arm in close control, the agile EMT brings his leg over top, down across the shoulder with a kick. That breaks the wristlock momentarily, but he re-applies it just as quickly and goes for the tag again. A punch to the gut from Singleton delays that idea. Another punch and EMT Tim is forced to re-assert the arm wringer and wristlock. Which he does... so Simon goes to the eyes! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Literally scrambling across the ring, it's clear Simon has had enough as he tags Ned Blanchard in. Blanchard runs in and immediately takes Tim down via a handful of hair, not playing around anymore as he clamps him hands around the EMT's throat and starts to blatantly choke away! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" Ned breaks before the five count, only to re-apply the choke... "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FI..." Another break, but this time it doesn't matter, as Officer Bosley has tried to enter the ring and help his partner out. Referee Robinson cuts him off and as the two authority figures argue about what's happening, it allows Blanchard to start GOUGING THE EYES of EMT Tim!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH Oh, the irony! It's... it's delicious, it really is! Eventually Officer Bosley goes back to the corner, but by then Ned has transitioned to an innocent rear chinlock. The fact Tim is squinting for vision gives Robinson plenty of suspicion. But again, if he didn't see it, he can't call it. So he allows Ned to carry on, pulling EMT Tim to his feet in the chinlock and dumping him in a neutral corner. Blanchard gives Tim a quick jab across the jaw before laying into the rookie with a flurry of kicks, stomping the proverbial mudhole in the EMT bah gawd! COLE A little bit of ferocity from Ned Blanchard all of a sudden! His groin must be feeling better all of a sudden. COACH Wouldn't you like to know? Ned stomps Tim down until he's pinned against the bottom turnbuckle before reaching down, hanging the feet over his shoulders and hauling him up... ...sitting out with a Powerbomb out of the corner! 1... 2... EMT Tim grabs the bottom rope. Bad move, because that just frustrates The Handsome Hustler. Waiting for an opening, Ned drills the point of his elbow down into the back of Tim's neck. And again. And again! Officer Bosley tries to get Robinson to enforce the law a little more strictly, his concerns coming too late as the limp body of EMT Tim is dragged from the corner and left laying in centre ring. BLANCHARD HAVE THE BOYS BRING THE AMBULANCE AROUND, THEIR BUDDY'S DONE! 1... 2... NO! Not for the first time, Ned's mouth doesn't get him anywhere. And to save any more embarrasment, he tags in Simon Singleton, who's mouth rarely gets much mileage when Ned's around let's be fair. "E - M - T!" "E - M - T!" "E - M - T!" "E - M - T!" Pulling Tim back, limply, to one knee, Simon drives his elbow into the neck. And again, Tim left hurting down on that one knee. Simon takes the chance to turn to Officer Bosley, mocking the law officer by 'rolling cameras' before knocking down EMT Tim down with a Spinning Heel Kick! No time to waste, he follows it right up with a cover... 1... 2... No! Again The Beverly Hills Blonds make the tag, Ned coming in to help with a double irish whip. That leads to a sequence that The Blonds have got down so well that they never require a retake - Drop Toehold by Simon, point of the elbow down by Ned, Simon exiting the ring as Ned makes the pin... 1... 2... No! BLANCHARD COME ON CHARLES! After a brief arguement with referee Robinson, Ned remembers he's in a match and digs the point of his elbow into Tim's orbital bone, grinding away over the eye until a break is called. Ned then starts to pull Tim back up. But the support for the EMT of one youngster in the crowd distract him and he breaks away to argue with him. An 'up yours' later and Ned goes back to the EMT... and takes a punch to the gut! "YYEEEAAAHHH!" Ned shakes it off, but takes another punch! "YYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" And Tim rears back again... SO NED GOUGES THE EYES!! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FI..." Breaking before five, Ned glares at the young child again and flicks the sweat (and eye fluid) off his hand in his direction, to NUCLEAR heat from the fans!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Wow, Ned Blanchard is just a jerk! COACH He's not. He's giving that young fan a sense of interaction with this great match. COLE Yeah right. He's not going to win Father Of The Year any time soon and you saw a good example right there. COACH I'm going to ignore that slander and point out Ned needs to put these human GI Joe wannabees to bed, because there's still three teams waiting in the wings they have to beat. Back to the action now and Ned pins Tim's head down, exposing the ear as he drops a BIG knee! Tim writhes in pain for a moment before Ned makes an arrogant lateral press... 1... 2... No! "FUCK YOU NED!" "FUCK YOU NED!" "FUCK YOU NED!" "FUCK YOU NED!" COACH Come on now! Talk about people who won't win Father Of The Year, how about everyone in this arena chanting that with children in the arena!? Ned seems momentarily thrown off and Mackenzie's pleas for "quite on the set" fall on deaf ears, so she calls Ned over to make the tag, defusing the situation a little. COACH Great management. Mackie's not just a pretty face, she's re-invented these men's careers. With arrogance coming out the wazoo, Simon puts the boots to Tim. And more boots. And yet more boots, until Charles Robinson moves Simon away. Off the ropes now, Simon looking for a legdrop... but finding nobody home! The Video Voyeur ends up jamming his tailbone into the canvas and hobbles back to his feet, EMT Tim waiting with a forearm. Another. Another. And another, Tim doing enough to leave Singleton dazed and the proverbial sitting duck as he hits the ropes. Not dazed enough to prevent him throwing a clothesline... but EMT Tim ducks, stops and WRAPS a Spinning Wheel Kick around Simon Singleton's head!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Backbrain Wheelkick! Shades of the late, great Owen Hart with that move and now Tim needs to make the tag. Officer Bosley is fresh and itching for action. COACH Or just itching in that lousy stripper's uniform. COLE Quiet. Both men are down, Tim having taken the brunt of the punishment but Simon KOed from the kick. Mackenzie waves The Video Voyeur on, despite his scrambled brain, both men making the slow crawl towards their corners... ...tag to Ned... ...AND A TAG TO BOSLEY!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" In comes the Officer, ready to put hard tiiimes on The Beverly Hills Blonds. Ned runs in, right into a big right hand from Bosley. Down he goes, right back up to eat a second big right. Another big right takes Ned down for a third time, The Hansome Hustler stumbling into Bosley, who powers him up and over with a BAAAACK bodydrop! COLE Woah! All power there! Rolling to his knees, Ned tries to beg off from the Officer. But the man unfortunately named at birth as 'Tango' isn't falling for that. Or the attempted sneak attack from Simon Singleton, Bosley throwing a thrust kick to the gut with such accuracy and force that Simon actually flies backwards rather than just double over!! And if Ned wasn't serious about begging off before, he sure is now. With two handfuls of hair Bosley lifts Ned back to his feet and tries to whip him into the ropes. Ned gets the reversal and labours after his man. But Bosley vaults to the middle rope and soars HIGH back through the air, knocking Blanchard down with a Flying Back ElboWii COLE Cover! 1... 2... Kickout! COLE Only two, but what an impressive move from a two hundred, sixty five pound man! COACH Yeah, that was pretty good I guess. COLE Don't be misled folks. That's high praise, coming from this man. Bosley pops right back to his feet and double-dog-dares Ned Blanchard to get back to his feet. Groggily he does just that, walking into the long arms of the law. Literally, Bosley scooping Ned up and slamming him centre ring. Before Bosley can follow up, Simon Singleton runs back into the picture. As a trained officer, Bosley is well prepared for sudden attacks and how to counter-act them, although whether he'd hiptoss one man onto another's chest out of the field is doubtful. In the ring? Sure! BLANCHARD *UNGH!* Both The Blonds are stacked up and Bosley quickly re-positions Simon on top of Ned, so The Blonds are both facing the same way. An embarrasing position to those with depraved minds. Bosley has more than humiliation in mind though, as he hooks all four of The Beverly Hills Blonds' legs under his arms. The powerful 265 pounder then levers towards the left and despite the best efforts of Ned and Simon, they BOTH get turned over, into the SAME Boston Crab!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Look at this! Officer Bosley, with a Double Crab on The Beverly Hills Blonds, two for the price of one! COACH This can't be legal. "TAP!" "TAP!" "TAP!" "TAP!" Sitting back as best possible, Bosley nods his head positively while the two Blonds struggle underneath him. Ned isn't really getting stretched too much because Simon being on his back prevents any real torque. So Bosley releases the hold of his own accord pretty quickly. COLE I think in any normal match, Bosley might have clung on for a while. But he realises the need for quick eliminations and preserving energy, so why try and hold two men down at once, wasting energy, for little reward? Bosley pulls Singleton back up, pitching him through the ropes and taking the match back to one on one for the time being. He then pulls Ned to his feet, popping him with a couple of forearms to keep him off-guard before pointing to one side of the ring. Or, more accurately, the ropes. Bosley wraps an arm around the head of The Handsome Hustler and guides him towards the ropes, tapping the top rope with his free hand and giving the signal for the Slingshot Suplex! COACH Now hang on just a minute! COLE Is he going to put Ned away with his own move!? COACH He's a police officer, he's not supposed to steal! Hooking up the tights, Bosley is indeed going to try and do just that. Up goes Ned, Bosley dropping the ankles off the top rope and letting him spring back... ...NO! Ned floats over! Spinning Bosley around, a quick knee to the gut turns the tables in The Handsome Hustler's favour. He quickly grabs the head, heaving the 265 pounder up just enough to drop the ankles off the top rope, letting him spring back... ...SLINGSHOT SUPLEX!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH Justice, my friend, has been served. Relief washes over Ned's face as he slumps on top of the Officer... 1... 2... BROKEN UP BY EMT TIM!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH What!? COLE Only two! The EMT to the rescue for Rescue 911! Storming to his feet, Ned begins to complain about Tim's intervention, until Tim crams his mouth shut with a forearm strike! EMT Tim unloads with a couple more forearms, then changes up to right hands, Blanchard barely able to stay on his feet as EMT Tim sets up one final knockout blow. Off the ropes he comes, Tim aiming high with a clothesline... ...WHICH WIPES OUT OFFICER BOSLEY!!!! COLE OH! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Understandably, having just knocked down his tag partner, EMT Tim drops everything in order to try and apologise for his mistake. A knee to the lower back from Ned sends him tumbling out of the ring before he can make up for it though. Tim hits his lower back hard on the apron on his way out too, leaving him incapacitated on the floor. And Ned quickly takes advantage, dragging Bosley up one more time. Another facelock leads to another laboured lift, hanging the legs over the top... ...SLINGSHOT SUPLEX: THE SEQUAL! COLE A second Slingshot Suplex in quick succession. COACH He wouldn't have kicked out from one, he won't kick out from two. Ned hooks the legs up tight, taking no chances... 1... 2... COLE No-one to save... 3!!! COLE ...and that's all she wrote for Rescue 911. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" *DINGDING!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, Rescue 911 have been eliminated! COACH Alright Ned! Two down! As Simon rejoins his partner in the ring, Ned logrolls the lifeless Officer Bosley from the ring. It's clear The Beverly Hills Blonds are tiring, virtually holding each other up as they gloat over their second consecutive victory. Perhaps forgetting the three matches still waiting for them, starting with... .:CUE: "Heart Shaped Box", Nirvana:. BLANCHARD AW, GODDAMNIT!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The Blonds drop to their knees, through some fatigue but mostly despair, as yet ANOTHER team with storied history with them makes their entrance. The team, perhaps, with the most history with them in days gone by. Logan "Usher" Mann leads the way for The Heavenly Rockers with his wife Holly-Wood hand-in-hand and back in the fold, to the delight of Daytona Beach! The Synthmeister follows and smiles as he sees what's waiting for him. The men who tried to put The Heavenly Rockers out of commission in the past, tired and there for the taking. COACH I don't know what Ned and Simon did to deserve this, but they don't deserve this! They are just having no luck what-so-ever here tonight! COLE I'd say they've done plenty to deserve this. Not least their actions towards The Heavenly Rockers in the past, history which is too long to really go into. But suffice to say, channeling the spirit of Synth Esizer, karma is a mutha'. Not even bothering to try to beg off this time, Ned and Simon manage to jump Synth and Logan just as they slide in under the bottom rope. *DINGDING!* Despite the fatigue, The Blonds go to work on The Heavenly Rockers with clubbing forearms and stomps aplenty, trying to gain any sort of advantage they can on their fresh opponents. Ned pins his foot down on Synth's throat, trying to cut off his air supply. Meanwhile, Simon brings Logan back to his feet and shoots him into the ropes. But Logan EXPLODES off the ropes with a Running Double Axehandle, not stopping there as he clatters down Ned with a Double Axehandle from behind! COLE He took them both down! And The Heavenly Rockers, typically fired up but even more so tonight! Tag Titles on the line and two long-time rivals in their crosshairs! Logan takes Ned behind the head, running him face-first into the top turnbuckle pad in one corner. Rushing back across the ring, Logan then runs Simon into the opposite corner, signalling for Synth to take care of Ned. It's Logan with kicks on Singleton, with Synth firing off a series of body-shots on Blanchard, weakening The Blonds up even more before setting up dual irish whips. No resistance coming, Ned and Simon get whipped out of the corners into a mid-ring collision, Mackenzie holding her head in her hands as The Blonds stumble back comically, into stereo schoolboys... DOUBLE 1! DOUBLE 2! DOUBLE KICKOUT!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" MACKENZIE Come on, focus! FOCUS! That yell would usually, for a director, by directed at a cameraman. Not to a wrestling tag team who aren't performing to their manager's high standards. But, hey, it's the OAOAST. COACH This is wrong, all wrong. Do we not have an intermission we can go to? COLE Not on a live show Coach, no. COACH Throw on a re-run for twenty minutes. No-one'll notice. Ned and Simon are still in trouble as Synth and Logan go at them with fists and fire. It's Simon who shows some signs of fight though, shooting low and blasting out the legs from underneath Logan with a takedown. No such luck for Ned however, as The Synthmeister continues to pound away with glee. Eventually Ned collapses to the canvas and like any good partner, Synth checks on his team-mate's status. And seeing that he's in trouble, he rushes over, pulling Singleton off of Logan and dragging him into a corner to continue the fight. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" Knifedge from Synth! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" And another! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" Make it three, The Synthmeister lighting Singleton up like... well, you can imagine. COLE After all these chops, Simon's going to end up Red, White and Blond! COACH That's terrible. Atfer a little playful piefacing of The Video Voyeur, Synth climbs to the middle rope and gets the crowd FIRED UP~! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" ...Synth stops at nine, letting rip with a brief air guitar solo and... "TEN!" "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Synthamania is running wild in Daytona Beach! Down goes Simon, slumped against the bottom rope with his eyes rolling every which way. Synth stays on the ropes and gets the crowd behind him even more, as if he needed to. Gripping the top rope, Synth then vaults up, using the ropes to swing himself feet first into Singleton's chest with a unique dropkick variation! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" As Synth continues to go after Simon in the corner, it's left to Logan and Blanchard to take centre stage. Logan has his fists clenched ready to make The Handsome Hustler considerably less so, leaving himself open for a jab in the eyes by Blanchard! Wheeling Logan around, Ned then pushes him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a knee to the gut. A perfect set-up as it turns out as Ned, seeing Synth pre-occupied, speedily hooks Logan up and lifts him for the Slingshot Su... ...NO! Logan floats over before his feet even threaten the top rope, wheeling Ned around... *SMACK!* WICKED LEFT JAB~! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE WHAM! Ned is OUT~! Simon Singleton hasn't even seen what happened to his partner just yet, as he's busy vaulting into mid-air, over Synth with a leapfrog! Anticipating a backbody drop chance, Simon keeps low to the ground as he turns. *BAM!* PERCUSSION!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Mackie, turn out the lights! 1... 2... 3!!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *DINGDING!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, The Beverly Hills Blonds have been eliminated! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Both Ned and Simon are in la-la land and I'm not talking about Los Angeles folks. They're out and for all their effort, they're not going to be 3-time Tag Team Champions to start 2007. And the fans couldn't be happier! Neither could The Heavenly Rockers. Especially when "Frankenstein" by Edgar Winter hits, to signal the arrival of the World Tag Team Champions!! COLE Oh boy, here we go! COACH Baton down the hatches! All hell is going to break loose in Daytona Beach on a New Year's Night! The Sooner Bruisers stride out carrying their title belts at their sides. But the belts are soon discarded as here come The Heavenly Rockers, exiting the ring and cutting off The Bruisers before they can get anywhere near Holly-Wood AND IT'S BREAKIN' DOWN IN DAYTONA BEACH FLORIDA!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *DINGDING!* The Sooners and The Rockers (Heavenly version) exchange right hands in the aisleway as the crowd go wild on either side of them! Big Frank and Logan go at it, while Uber throws Synth face-first into the barricade. Uber then goes to work on The Synthmeister with some overhand rights. For the save comes Logan, landing a Double Axehandle to the back of Uber's head. And Frank takes a Double Axehandle to the face as Logan Mann has had ENOUGH~! COLE Look at Logan go! Each one of these shots has got Holly-Wood's seal of approval behind them! Logan goes to work on Big Frank, with a flurry of right hands, pressed up against the barricade so he can't get away. Meanwhile, Synth makes a comeback on Uber... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...with a chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...another! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and Synth goes WILD with a flurry! COLE This is crazy! Thank goodness this is a sanctioned match, because I don't think all the referees and officials in Daytona Beach could seperate these four men! COACH Yeah, but if it's a sanctioned match, shouldn't they be in the ring? COLE Good point. The brawl shows no signs of letting up, Logan digging his fingers into the EYE SOCKETS of Big Frank which draws agonised yells from the bigman! Synth is putting the boots to Uber meanwhile. Holly-Wood stand at the bottom of the ramp cheering her team on, only taking a glance away as she hears someone in the crowd shouting. Or, maybe in the ring. A shout of "EIGHT!" HOLLY-WOOD CHARLES, NO! "NINE!" Despite Holly's best pleas, Charles insists he's just doing his job, seeing that the brawl is still going. And much as he wouldn't if he could avoid it... "TEN!" *DINGDINGDING!* COLE Uh-oh. I think this one's being thrown out. COACH Can't say I'm surprised. The bell means nothing to The Sooners and The Heavenly Rockers. The brawl continues on unabaited, Uber pitching Synth over the barricade and following him into the crowd. Logan and Frank detour the entrance way and brawl off towards the back via an alternative route, while Charles Robinson converses with Michael Buffer. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. Referee Charles Robinson has counted BOTH teams out, both The Sooner Bruisers and The Heavenly Rockers have been ELIMINATED!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Wow, not a popular call but the right one I'm afraid. COACH The crowd don't like it, but they should be pleased. We're going to see NEW World Tag Team Champions, whatever way you slice it. COLE That's right, The Sooners are gone, so we're looking at new Champions, either... wait... wait a minute Coach, The Sooners and The Rockers are both gone. That's... that's five eliminations! Which means... "You break the laws You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all Come on come on, lovin' for the money Come on come on, listen to the Money talk Come on come on, lovin' for the money Come on come on, listen to the Money talk Money talks" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH YES! YEEESS, HAHAHAHA!!! COLE No... you've got to be kidding me! Making sure to keep out of Logan and Frank's way, Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright simply can't contain their joy as they walk out at spot number 6. And with no more challengers, the de-facto World Tag Team Champions! "BULL - SHIT!" "BULL - SHIT!" "BULL - SHIT!" "BULL - SHIT!" COLE I agree. They can't win the World Tag Team Titles without this! COACH Why not? They're the last team standing, that's the rules! And you've got sixty-four percent of our esteemed OAOAST fans to thank for voting Tag Team Turmoil and making this all possible! COLE This is... unprecedented! Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright are, apparantly, going to win the Tag Team Titles without even COMPETING what-so-ever! This is... unbelievable! Into the ring climb Wright, briefcase and all, plus Theodore Moneymaker with riotous laughter as he makes the belt signal around his waist, not having to even remove his smoking jacket, with no match to compete in. Wright fluffs his red polyester jacket, wanting to look his best to recieve his first OAOAST Championship. Ditto Moneymaker, ordering Charles Robinson to go fetch the belts. .:CUE: "Los Angeles", Sugarcult:. COACH Huh? To the confusion of everyone, red pyro fountains spring froth from the entrance stage and connect with pink pyro showers. Once they dissipate, a golden pyro wall explodes across the length of the stage. COACH Alright, pyro! Happy New Year!! COLE A little late for the fireworks show, but hey, why not... Suddenly, as the smoke clears, a figure emerges from the remnants of the pyrotechnics. Wearing a stomach exposing red Obey™ tank top that reads "Make Art. Not War" and a black open sided mini skirt that reveals the mystery woman's entire left leg, an inevitable crowd favourite!! The two strands of diamonds hanging from the front, indicate a certain sense of style. The scowl and piercing eyes are the clincher, as [b]KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAN[/b] stands centre stage, posing for the SHELL-SHOCKED FANS!!!! "YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COACH WHAT!? WHAT!?!?! COLE OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD IT'S KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAN~! COACH OH NO! COLE KRISTA IS BACK... CHICKS OVER DICKS ARE BACK... SOMEBODY PUT TERRY TAYLOR ON SUICIDE WATCH, THE CHICKS OVER DICKS ARE BACK!!!!! Not to be outdone, [b]ALIX MARIA SPEZIA[/b] skips out through the entrance way in a white tie-up front tube top that's cropped all the way to the chest and white booty shorts. The fur wristbands, scarf and leg warmers are faux, but the excitement isn't as she settles down long enough to join hands with Krista. Krista twirls Alix around, then pulls her into her arms. Alix turns over her shoulder and blows a kiss to the camera, leading super imposed red lips to pop on the screen. "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" COLE YOU DANG RIGHT HOLY SHIT BITCHES! COD ARE BACK!! COACH Bu... why are they coming out here... they're not in this match, they can't just... what the HELL is going on!? COLE WHO CARES!? In the ring Teddy doesn't seem that familiar with the two women striding to the ring, so it's left to Christian Wright to freak out at the sight of Krista Isadora Duncan and Alix Maria Spezia, the two women who tormented him so for the early part of 2006! Eventually Moneymaker picks up on what's happening and complains to referee Robinson that they shouldn't be here, to which he just shrugs his shoulders. What can he do, with Krista and Alix sliding into the ring, showing no fear of the burly, well-dressed men standing in her way and jumping them with right hands! *DINGDING!* And we have a bell! COACH Wait... COLE Oh hell yeah! We're gonna crown new Tag Team Champions, we're gonna do it the right way, we've got a match and it involved Chicks Over Dicks! COACH No, this can't be! Theodore and Christian are the Champions, these two she-hartlets aren't even entered in the match! They can't just walk out here from God knows where after eight months and enter themselves into a Tag Title Match, can they!? COLE Apparantly they can! Alix and Krista, the unnanounced 7th team in Tag Team Turmoil apparantly, take the fight to Moneymaker and Wright as the crowd go BANANA for quite possibly the most shocking comeback of 2007 so far!! It's all COD, the would-be Champions caught completely off-guard. Moneymaker manages to rock Alix with a European Uppercut to turn the tables though, the former two-time 24/7 Champion dropping to the canvas and allowing Moneymaker to help out Christian. Which he does by taking out Krista from behind with a double axehandle. COACH Teddy and Christian need to regroup here. They've got to forget how completely unfair this is all is and just concentrate on winning those Tag Team Titles. And they try to do just that, Moneymaker and Wright putting the boots to Krista. Clambering back to her feet, Alix shakes off the effects of the uppercut and tries to save her partner. Moneymaker lands a boot to the gut to shrug her off though, removing the smoking jacket and tear away pants as he gets down to business! "C - O - D!" "C - O - D!" "C - O - D!" "C - O - D!" The crowd get behind the most dominant females in OAOAST (tag team) history as Moneymaker tells his Financial Analyst to pull Krista back up. Krista, still fired up from the excitement of her return, has enough fight to land some jabs to the gut,trying to fight CW off. Wright clubs her over the back with a forearm though, hauling Krista up by the hair and executing a simple scoop slam. With KID planted centre ring, Moneymaker then eases Wright aside and assumes control with the FISTFUL OF DOLLARS~! to the face! And another FISTFUL~! COACH There we go! There we go! COLE Those fistdrops landing with pinpoint precision to the forehead of Krista. Teeth gritted, Moneymaker yelling down in Krista's face (which is inaudible thanks to the baying crowd) before dropping a third FISTFUL OF DOLLARS~! Scrambling over, Moneymaker then balls Krista up into a tight pinfall... 1... 2... NO! Krista has plenty of fight yet, much to the frustration of Theodore Moneymaker, still furious with Charles Robinson for allowing this shock return to turn into an official part of Tag Team Turmoil. "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" Seeing her recovering in his peripheral vision, Wright quickly throws Alix Spezia out of the ring and to the floor by her corner. Referee Robinson tries to get some control, not wanting another Bruisers/Rockers decision in this match. So Moneymaker exits to the apron and leaves Wright legal in the ring. A few more stomps find the mark before Wright places his boot on Krista's forehead, GRINDING leather into her face, not saying as much but definately intended as 'this is for AngleMania' payback! In her pain, Krista starts to kick her legs, trying to get Wright off of her. And eventually she lucks out as her legs wrap around CW's right leg, allowing her to take him down to the canvas, right into a hija-jujigatame (Cross Legbreaker)! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAA.... Unfortunately, the hold doesn't last long, as Moneymaker runs in and boots Krista to break her grip. "...BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Krista won't give up without a fight, especially against two men. Krista hates men. COACH I gathered that. Wright hurries back to his feet and beats Krista down with some more stomps to try and cut off any resistance she may be showing. Back to his corner, Wright then tags in the boss, Theodore Moneymaker. A double irish whip sends Krista into the ropes, CW and Moneymaker combining with a double back elbow, which Moneymaker follows up with a quick pin attempt... 1... 2... Kickout! Just now returning to the COD corner, Alix starts to route Krista on. It won't do much good as Moneymaker places KID into the time-tested Abdominal Stretch. Luckily for Krista, her abdominals are in pretty good shape to begin with. That doesn't mean she's in for a comfortable ride though. Especially when Moneymaker sneakily reaches back with his free arm, Wright latching on and adding more leverage to the hold!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Come on Charles, turn around! COACH He's checking for a submission, get off his case! This is about the first time he's done his job all night after all. Wright and Moneymaker's ploy is in danger of being uncovered, as Alix shrieks at the top of her voice for Robinson to look and see the cheating. They break just in time to avoid getting caught though. So Robinson goes back to checking for a submission... allowing Moneymaker and Wright to link arms again!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" As Alix again protests, Wright and Moneymaker continue to put combined leverage on the hold, gloating away to the fans... ...AND THEY GET CAUGHT! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE..." With no break coming, Robinson takes matters into his own hands and KICKS the hands apart, allowing Krista to get Moneymaker over with a hiptoss! More leverage than power though, so Moneymaker is right back up with a knee to the gut, softening Krista up for another irish whip. Single elbow this time but Krista swoops underneath, coming back off the ropes and using his leg for a Step-Up Hurricanrana!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Moneymaker turned inside out! And now Krista has a chance to make the tag! Miss California is slow to her feet as Moneymaker recollects himself, crawling to his corner and tagging in The Natural. In rushes Wright, blocking the path to the Chicks Over Dicks corner. Krista tries to crawl through the legs but Christian catches her around the waist on the way through, wheeling her around and lifting Krista up for a Powerbomb. Not eager to co-operate with that, Krista rains down some fists across the top of CW's head before falling back for another 'rana... ...NO! Wright hangs on and Krista is left hanging upside down! With an arrogant smile in Alix's direction, The Natural sets and deadlifts Krista back up onto his shoulders. But Krista manages to push herself over the top, rolling CW up into a Sunset Flip... 1... 2... Kickout... ...and as both competitors roll out of the pinfall, Krista keeps on rolling, making it back to her corner AND THE TAG TO ALIX MARIA SPEZIA!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE AMS is in the hooouuuse! Leaping in over the top rope, Alix lures Wright in with a little Boogey(wo)man dancing, ducking underneath a clothesline attempt and catching him on the rebound with a standing dropkick! In comes Moneymaker, he too eating a standing dropkick! And Charles Robinson dives out of the way of an attempt at his jaw as Alix Maria Spezia is hitting (almost) everything that moves! COACH Nice to see Alix is still as smart as ever. COLE Mmm-hmm. Robinson warns Alix that any more heat of the moment referee targetting will earn a DQ and she quickly placates him by KISSING HIS FEET!! Alix then goes back to the action, firing a couple of forearms to Christian Wright before hitting the ropes. Into shot runs Theodore Moneymaker, looking to cut Alix off with a clothesline of his own. Under ducks Alix though, Moneymaker ending up empty handed in the ropes while Alix drives her shoulder into CW's gut. The Hollywood Bad Girl then locks a headlock on Wright. Moneymaker runs in again and Alix throws her feet up for a block, only for Moneymaker to catch the legs over his shoulders, leaving Ms. Spezia up in no man's land on the duo's shoulders! Luckily for her, Krista is alert though and ducks underneath the human bridge, getting a run-up on the ropes and pushing Alix in the side to have her execute a dual headlock/headscissors takeover on The Enterprise duo! COLE Wow! That was something right there, a two for one-er! Out of the ring carries Theodore, with Krista hot on the Billionaire's heels. Meanwhile it's the legal pairing in the ring, as Christian walks into Alix, tripping him back on his head with the True Life: I got beat up by a girl (STO)!! Leg is hooked... 1... 2... NO! Heading up top is Alix Maria Spezia, looking to use her speed against the burly Financial Analyst opposite her. AMS takes a moment to steady herself, then another moment to "shout out" to her "L.A homeboys", before soaring off the top and taking Wright out with a Missile Dropkick! ALIX :headbang: After a brief rock-out, Alix eventually follows up with the cover... 1... 2... NO! TWO! Back to his feet, Wright swings for Alix with a European Uppercut, but Alix dodges the strike and pulls CW down with a Backslide... 1... 2... NO! TWO AGAIN! Finally Wright gets a one-up via a knee to the gut, putting a little dampener on Alix's trademark energy. Hooking on a front facelock, Wright then gives the signal that it's OVAH~! as he sets Ms. Spezia up for the Gordbuster! Christian lifts Alix vertical... but she knows no good can come of being held upside down in the air and frantically kicks her faux fur covered legs, making life difficult for CW to the point that he loses control... ...and gets spiked with a DDT!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Huh? The boos aren't for Alix's nifty counter, but instead for MACKENZIE DECENZO's return to ringside. The Beverly Hills Blonds aren't in tow, probably still exhausted from their matches, nevermind Ned's possible cardiac arrest at the sight of the mother of his child back in the OAOAST. So Mackenzie has to go it alone, grabbing Christian's briefcase from ringside and waiting for her moment. COLE Mackenzie is no stranger to Alix, they traded the 24/7 Title midway through last year remember. COACH How can we forget? Meanwhile, Alix has draped an arm over Wright's chest... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Krista and Moneymaker continue to go at it on the floor, so Alix realises she has to go it alone still. And grabbing Wright by the hair, she pulls The Natural up and intends to give him the "BURNING SENSATION WHEN YOU URINATE!" Which is when Mackenzie swoops into action, sliding the briefcase in as she climbs to the apron, gaining Robinson's attention (and hiding the briefcase from it). Alix sees Mackenzie and is all 'what the dealio', or some over pop culture reference, dropping Wright to go after The Chief Financial Officer of The Enterprise. Which allows CW to claim the briefcase. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Not the damn briefcase again! We've seen Wright and Moneymaker use this to pick up victories more and more when in a fix, but never to win a World Tag Title... this is too much! Alix and Mackenzie exchange a few catty remarks with Christian waiting in the wings ready to utilise the briefcase. Still Mackie refuses to get down and eventually Alix has had enough of talking, turning around to resume the match... *WHIFF!* ...DUCKING A BRIEFCASE SHOT and booting Wright in the gut, causing him to drop the briefcase! And with a kooky smile, Alix retrieves the briefcase, lining up Wright... ...but Alix isn't going to resort to that to win a match. No no. She's going to find out exactly what's in the briefcase ladies and gentlemen! Alix places the briefcase on a top turnbuckle, tongue protruding as she fiddles with the locks protecting all of The Enterprise's most confidential documents! Mackenzie freaks out but that just continues to distract Robinson, Moneymaker unable to do anything about it as Krista continues to lay into him on the floor. COLE Yeah, open it up! I bet it's full of shredded newspaper anyway! COACH If she opens that up she'd better have a damn good lawyer! COLE She's tag partner with Krista, of COURSE she's got a good lawyer! Alix is having quite a bit of trouble with the combination, as Wright looks around for his prized briefcase. And seeing it in the hands of a non-Enterprise member he freaks out, eager to protect the documentation as he runs across the ring. With Alix facing away in the corner, Wright vaults towards her looking for a big Avalanche... ...BUT ALIX MOVES... *THUD!* ...AND WRIGHT NOSEDIVES INTO THE BRIEFCASE!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH OH NO! Left stumbling around, Wright sports a bloody nose as the dented briefcase falls to the floor. Mackenzie rushes to collect it, while Alix pops up to the middle rope, hooking CW around the head and taking him around and down with the Sucker Free DDT... ...the momentum taking Wright all the way back up, where Krista Isadora Duncan is sliding into the ring, pulling CW down with the Elizabeth, I'm coming to join ya, honey! It's the big one! (Reverse X-Factor), referee Robinson diving over to make the count as Moneymaker scrambles in... 1... ...but Alix lands a basement dropkick on Teddy... 2... ...leaving him unable to make the save... 3!!!!!!!!!!! "YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COACH NOOOOOOO!!! COLE YES! YES! COD! COD! *DINGDINGDING!* The crowd pop like they've never popped before (or at least since Krista showed up I guess), as Mackenzie DeCenzo drops the briefcase, mouth agape as she sees what has happened. Alix leaps for joy in the ring, climbing onto the ropes and whipping up the crowd as Krista rolls to one knee and laughs away to herself. Kinda manically. But, in a good way. Referee Charles Robinson retrieves the belts before any more impromptu entrants can show up, handing one to Krista... and seeing Alix's frenzy, decides to hand the over to Krista too. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners... and NNEEEEEEWWW One And Only Anglesault Thread Tag Team Champions of the WOOOORRRLLLDD!! KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAN... ALIX MARIA SPEZIA... CHICKS OVER DDIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCKKSSSSSSS!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COLE For the time, Chicks Over Dicks are the Tag Team Champions! After eight months in exile, Krista and Alix have returned to the OAOAST and captured our World Tag Team Titles once again, to the shock of EVERYBODY! What a way to start the New Year! COACH This can't be happening... they weren't even in the match!! How can they win a match they're not even in!? COLE They weren't [i]announced[/i] in the match line-up. But, who knows what wheeling and dealing Anglesault had gone through in the meantime? For all you know, they could have been a late addition into the match, but either way, it's a damn good job they were! We were looking at Moneymaker and Wright being given the Tag Team Titles without any competition what-so-ever until COD showed up! COACH Exactly! Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright should be the Tag Champions right now! Krista and Alix might be leaving with the belts but I SWEAR you haven't heard the last of this, not by a long shot! The finest lawyers that money can buy in America are on stand-by right now and I hope Anglesault is too, because Theodore Moneymaker will not let an injustice like this stand, mark my words! Krista keeps possession of the title belts as she and Alix head off to the back, until Alix starts to plead for the belt like a little child on Christmas morning. So KID relents and hands the belt to Alix, who makes a giant deal out of kissing it and holding it skywards. "C - O - D!" "C - O - D!" "C - O - D!" "C - O - D!" Back in the ring, Theodore Moneymaker is comforted by Mackenzie. But he's not in the mood for that, brushing Mackie aside and cursing up a blue streak as he gets the perfect view of the Chicks Over Dicks celebration party. Charles Robinson makes himself scarce before he becomes the subject of Teddy's fury, leaving Moneymaker to take his frustrations out on the bottom turnbuckle and the ring ropes.

Saved By The Striker, again.