King Cucaracha

The fans calling for them to return (via the DX signs, etc) is the initial thing, from there its Vince being an ass to HHH, who then reveals that the father of Stephs baby is him, which infuriates Vince more, and via a McMahon beatdown on HHH, then guess who makes the save? You guessed it. Thats all it would really take - that or a double turn in a HHH/Cena rematch or angle, that sees Cena join McMahon and they all beat down HHH, with Michaels making the save. 'Him' being HHH or 'him' being Vince? Because I wouldn't rule either out as a storyline going by recent examples.

Chris Guy, was just a rib towards Ace Steel (Two years ago, Ace Steel used Colt's real name in a skit with WWE) Carlito, hasn't used Cabana in a while and since he is a face now...I don't expect him to revive his Jericho/Piper knock-off. Cabana, can't stay in ROH forever. Gibson, didn't really have a 'career' in ROH, it was more of a stint. He intended to return to WWE, all along. That being said, Cabana has a greater chance then Punk in WWE. As long as the name was a one time rib, that's okay, but not as a long term name. If Cabana has to go anywhere I'd rather he go to TNA. Call it a clichéd opinion, but in TNA he can be the Colt Cabana he is now and chances are he'd progress up the card into a healty position. I don't see that happening in the WWE and man, I loves me some Cabana. Seeing the Nobles and the Londons feeding off of scraps is bad enough. Punk in OVW is bad enough. Cabana? That'd be terrible. I agree he has a better chance than Punk though. Cabana's got natural charisma and if they allow him to act goofy, he'd win over the fans a lot easier than Punk. Plus, Cabana's got a more 'WWE sized' physique than Punk. A Cabana/Punk straight guy/goofball combination has the potential to be big though.

NOOOOOOOOOOOO! That's all I've got, except that I liked when the shows had distinction, but trying to split the rosters around the distinctions would be impossible for the reasons Toxxic listed and for the amount of people who will need shows off.

I realise that Carlito has the Cabana and whatever, but if they end up signing Colt Cabana, Chris Guy just isn't going to cut it as a name. Unless they give him a gimmick where he tries to be really wacky, but deep down he's just 'Chris Guy' and his wackiness doesn't last for long before he becomes far too normal again. Or they could just not sign him and let him have a viable career in ROH like Jamie Noble had, once. Either or.

I'm old enough to remember that annicdote! I've officially been here too long.

You all no-showed the Scrubs picture? Man, fuck you all. Again.

Yeah, I saw the Punk/Gibson match recently. Towards the end, you know they were building towards the finish, but instead of being on the edge of your seat waiting for it you were left wondering why they were stalling so long.

Shane McMahon, KOTR '01. Can't remember if it's the first or second Belly To Belly where the glass doesn't break, but one of those. I remember El Generico taking a particularly sick Psycho Driver from Super Dragon, but I don't recall which show. COD 6 maybe, or possibly PWG All Star Extravaganza. EDIT: Not so much a head 'drop', but Eddie Kingston landing on his head on a moonsault to the floor at TPI 2004.

Undertaker/Orton.

D*LUX -vs- The Sk8ter Boiz Zack, answer me PM or Clarkson gets it. I have contacts.

YEAH!

I'm the only one who voted Annie? Man, fuck you all.

I'm gonna leave it here because I can't be arsed with another one of these pissfests.

I've been building the feud with Toxxic for 1 YEAR Bruce. 1 Year. Call me when you get that far, buddy. Me and JJ have pre-existing history too so it's not like we only meet for the first time one show before a PPV. It was supposed to be JJ and Wes and I PMed him (Muzz) as well, but too late. When Wes decided to drop the belt, he had two people who'd PMed him about doing something at Battleground, so hey presto he dropped the belt in order to avoid a no-show win in a PPV main event. A tournament would have been impossible because tournaments in the SWF suck. They disrupt storylines, they have to be dragged out over time, they include people who don't want to be in. Thank you.

Isn't Japan the home of baseball?

At the risk of spoiling the promo on Smarkdown, JJ vs. Maddix for the World Title. There might be a stip, that's still being discussed. But JJ/Maddix it is. And something else which I'm not sure on yet involving some certain ladies.

All shall be explained, never fear. Well, maybe.

The eerie sound of silence fills the COD locker room, which makes a pleasant change some would say. Silence doesn't last long here though and predictably enough, seconds after we arrive, the door of the locker room creaks open. Glancing into the room is Leon Rodez. And once he's sure there's no sign of Krista and no sign of those ass grabbing wierdos Los Diablos, he feels a lot more comfortable as he sneaks into the room LEON Ally? You in here? Carefully Leon opens a door at the back of the luxurious locker room, poking his head around the corner and apparantly not finding anything. Leon folds his arms and sighs, turning around...and coming face to face with an equally arm-folded Krista Isadora Duncan! Inside Leon groans, but he manages a smirk as Krista glances behind Leon to the door standing ajar behind him. KRISTA Lost something have we? Like a championship belt maybe? LEON Have you... KRISTA Seen Alix? Well, see, here's the thing Lillian. Even if I had seen Alix and knew where the precocious little scamp was, you would be extremely low on my imaginary list of people to divulge that information upon, right below the Las Vegas Police Department and just above that weirdo with the mullet and the stained Metallica t-shirt that got sent down for stalking her two and a half years ago. Only just above. It's very close. See, we all know why you're here, apart from one person. And unfortunately, because of you, that one person is the very person with a huge bullseye on her back that says 'Impressonable Woman- Take Your Best Shot, h0m0' on it. For all I know, she could be lying in a ditch with Hoff building up an 8 step combo on her face. For all I know, she's been jumped in the Dairy Queen by JINGUS. I don't know where she is. And like I said, even if I did, I certainly wouldn't tell you, because unlike you I value her health. Leon sighs, trying to contain himself from yelling and screaming at Krista. That's not his thing. Trouble is, this Krista sure is annoying when she goes on these rants. LEON When you see her, can you tell her we need to talk. KRISTA Now, by talk, do you mean 'exchange viewpoints and opinions by way of speech'? Or, by talk, do you mean 'sneak into the Chicks Over Dicks locker room and try to jump my girlfriend, attack her, leave her bleeding on the floor while I run off with the 24/7 Championship like I tried to do tonight before Krista walked in'? Please, do enlighten me. LEON Do you seriously think I'd do that? KRISTA I'm not sure. Personally, I'm not willing to find out though, which is why I feel the need to issue this warning right now. If you are indeed thinking of attacking Alix and stealing the belt that she was so ecstatic to get hold of, you would break her heart. And if you break her heart, I will break YOU. Collective. Oh and, assuming you have the cognative functions to do so, I wouldn't plan any set-ups to trick her into losing the title. Because, broken heart or not, if you steal that championship from her I will not hesitate in hunting you down and making OJ Simpson look like Homer Simpson in terms of cold blooded killing tendancies. He did it. Face facts. We all know it. Championship or no championship, I will make your life a living hell, 24 hours a day and 7 days a week, should you do anything to harm Alix directly or indirectly. And if you care about her in any meaningful way, you would not only already know where she was but you would also be out watching her ass...FIGURATIVELY, pervert...and making sure she keeps that 24/7 Championship for months to come. Rather than trying to nail her in public places with millions of people watching. That may be your 'thing' and Alix is pretty liberal, but surely you could utilise your time more sensibly now she actually needs you? Waiting for the rant to end, Leon breathes a sigh of relief as Krista takes a pause. LEON Done? KRISTA Oh, certainly. As much as I'd love to stand her all day and pit wits with you I really don't think I'd make it many more minutes before I died from lack of challenge. So, yes by all means, you run along and think about what I said. Your homework for this evening is to learn some responsibility. Goodbye! Not wanting a second invitation, a quick exit is made by Leon, grumbling under his breath as he leaves the locker room. Krista waits until he's gone before breathing a sigh of relief of her own. KRISTA Shoulda slapped him when I had the chance.

Backstage we swoop, as Leon Rodez has arrived! He's late, sure, but he's got an excuse, namely his massive dissappointment at losing the 24/7 Championship not only so quickly but also, so cheaply. COLE Well, there's Leon Rodez entering the arena... CABOOSE :D COLE ...former OAOAST 24/7 Champion... CABOOSE :D COLE ...obviously with a lot on his...'Boose, would you stop snickering over there, please? What's so funny exactly? CABOOSE Oh, how about that fact that Tha Puerto Rican was AB-SO-LUT-ELY GUARANDAMNTEED correct last week, maybe? PRL said that Leon Rodez wouldn't last a week as 24/7 Champion... I said that he wouldn't last a week. And I hate to say I told you so, but guess what Mickey...WE TOLD YA SO! He choked! He crashed and he burned! He failed in comparison to PRL and all the while, you sat there on your little high horse, making out like myself and PRL didn't know what we were talking about. Who's the idiot who doesn't know what he's talking about now Cole? Who? COLE Okay, so you and PRL got one thing right. CABOOSE Damn right we did! COLE So what happened to the whole 'winning the ladder match' prediction deal then? CABOOSE ... Hauling his bags into the arena, the solemn Rodez carries on down the hallway until a female roadblock stands in his way. Roving reporter Melody Nerdly, to be precise. MELODY Yo, Le-o, can we get some words about your crippling embarrassment for all the people out there? LEON No. Not right now. MELODY Come on, not even for the OAOAST's newest and cutest sports journalist type person? LEON Now's not a good time...and that's not even a microphone. How do you plan on interviewing me with a half eaten baloney sandwich exactly? MELODY See, here's the deal. When I say 'new and cutest sports journalist', I really meant to say 'unofficial, new and cutest sports journalist'. But just use your imagination. You're into that roleplay stuff, right? I've heard the stories. I've rented the videos. I'm down with your dealio my frivolous friend. Spread your mustard on my baloney. Let's do this thing, ding-a-ling. LEON Are you still talking about interviews or what? Before Melody gets a chance to answer, a beaming Jade Rodez bounds into view. Brushing Melody aside, Jade plants a big kiss on her brother's cheek which understandably takes The Silky Smooth One aback slightly. LEON What was that for? JADE Whadda you mean what was that for...it was for being the sweetest guy I know! Krista keeps telling me you're a jerk but I knew you weren't. And you proved it. You gave your girlfriend the 24/7 Title...how sweet is that? I'm so proud of you... LEON Woah, hold up a second. I didn't give Alix anything. I didn't get the chance to. JADE What does that mea... LEON Nevermind that, have you seen Alix? JADE Yeah, she came and told us she won the title! Me and Krista that is because we were totally hanging out together, it was great, we watched re-runs of One Tree Hill and Krista pointed out all the bits that were badly acted. Then she got a sore throat from all the shouting and brought out the vodka, which was when Alix came in and we went out and partied and they invited me! LEON Okay, complete this sentence for me please. Today, Alix is... JADE Still the 24/7 Champion? Leon throws up his hands in despair, briefly making Melody pause from her sandwich eating to look shocked. LEON If you see her tonight, tell her we need to talk. JADE Well, I've got her cellphone number somewhere, just gimme a seco... LEON In person. JADE You're not gonna try and take the belt back from her, are you? Hesitating, Leon scratches the back of his neck and looks to the floor. LEON No. JADE Are you? LEON Of course not! I just need to talk to her about it, that's all. Make her see sense. JADE What does that mean? See sense? Le', please don't do anything stupid, I really like Alix and she seemed real happy when she showed us the belt. It spins ya know. It's great. But please don't attack her or anything. LEON You've known me long enough to trust me on this, surely. JADE I guess. Tell ya what, I'll text Ally anyway... LEON Don't bother, I'll catch up with her eventually. Leon walks off, Jade stopping her search for her cellphone and watching on curiously as he disappears off into the distance.

As the hardc0re sounds of "Liberate" by Disturbed thump through the arena, we return to HeldDOWN~! where we're actually going to have a match. Yes, seriously. While you all catch your breath at that major announcement, a smartly dressed Christian Wright has emerged through the sliding entrance doors. Holding his arms to the side he basks in the fans' negative reaction briefly, before stepping aside and paving the way for his bodyguard, Bohemoth, looking highly focused tonight. The crowd are treated only to a brief GUNSHOW~!, before Big Bo strides on to the ring. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being led to the ring by his fellow Upstarts member, "The Natural" Christian Wright! He hails from Greenville, South Carolina. Weighing in at two hundred and eighty four pounds... "THE METEROSEXUAL MONSTER"... BBOOOOOOOO - HHHEEEEEEEMMOOOOOTTHHHHHHHHH!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE I can't believe that name stuck. But, in any event, Caboose has left the booth briefly to go get some jellied eels or some tripe or something, because we're about to be joined by Christian Wright. And Coach, I'm sure I speak for you only when I say it should be a pleasure. COACH No doubt. Da Coach's official elocutionist on his way to the ring and I am... (scrambles through the dictionary) de - ligh - ted! Delighted! COLE Wonderful. Bo jogs up the ring steps and enters the ring, slapping himself in the face to get the fire burning. As he goes through his unique warmups meanwhile, Bo's associate Christian Wright makes his way over to the announce position. Referee Billy Silverman is taking no chances tonight and pre-warns Christian not to think about getting involved tonight, to which Christian simply holds up his hands innocently. He's only concerned with commentary, putting on his headset and greeting Coach with a firm handshake. WRIGHT Evening gentlemen. COACH Sup man, good to have ya out here. WRIGHT Thank you Johnathon, always a pleasure my friend. Michael...hello. COACH HA! That's right man, you don't have to acknowledge him. You should hear him when you're in the ring, running his mouth, he's a joke. Just pretend like he's not here. Bohemoth begins to run the ropes, psyching himself up as we continue to wait for an opponent. BUFFER And, his opponents! Confused by the plural, Bohemoth glances out at Wright, who simply gives his man an encouraging thumbs up... "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!" ...as "First To Believe" by A1 begins to play and the delightful Jade Rodez leads the way for her tag team combination, D*LUX! Bohemoth doesn't know what to make of all this as Jade stands between her two men, "Showtime" Shayne bodypopping to the music while "Tremendous" Tyler looks out into the crowd with a beaming, pearly white smile that has the women in the crowd screaming in passion! Pointing on to the ring, Jade leads her green-dyed denim clad combination down the aisle, as Bohemoth watches on with hands on hips. BUFFER Accompanied to the ring by their manager, Ms. Jade Rodez. At a total combined weight of three hundred and ninety seven pounds. The team consisting of "Showtime" Shayne Brave and "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant. Together, they are D*LLLLUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXX!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" D*LUX stop on the outside and Jade goes through some last minute instructions with them, clearly not taking this challenge lightly. COLE Well, Christian seeing as you're out here, maybe you can explain this. Last week you said you'd provide Bohemoth with a challenge and this is it? And you've hand picked BOTH of D*LUX, who are undefeated since coming to the OAOAST, one of whom Tyler Bryant won a 20 Man Battle Royal at AngleMania...and, need I remind you, two weeks ago, D*LUX beat you and Bohemoth 2 on 2! WRIGHT Nay, but only via Krista Isadora Duncan's vile mis-doings. COLE But even so, you're putting your own tag team partner in a handicap match!?! WRIGHT Fear not Michael for I have the upmost faith in my Meterosexual Monster. The Bohemoth I first clasped eyes on many moons since would have scoffed upon the face of two underlings such as these! Bohemoth is a fully fledged, trained bodyguard. In addition, he also possesses strength unparalleled within this company. I believe Bohemoth, providing he hast cast aside the shackles of recent mishaps and disappointments, eminently capable of destroying the team you proclaim as 'Dee Lux'. Having got the idea, Bohemoth is now ready to go and dares on the rookie team. Tyler, Shayne and Jade clasp hands and let out a rallying cry of 'TEAM' before Tyler and Shayne hop up to the apron. They know what Bo can do and they didn't fare too well two weeks ago until Bohemoth and CW miscued. Tonight, it's Bohemoth all the way. But D*LUX are high in confidence and vault into the ring with headlong charges into Bohemoth! *DINGDINGDING!* D*LUX bombard Bohemoth with rights and lefts which puts the bigman on the backfoot, backing him into a corner as they pound away. Jade leaps up and down and encourages her men on as they get Bohemoth down to his knees, at which point they add some boots to the beatdown. But Bohemoth isn't used to taking a beating and he fights back up, placing a hand on each chest and shoving both D*LUX members back a step. They quickly recover and go back in with some more forearms. Bohemoth manages to push them both away again though and this time before Tyler and Shayne can come to a stop he charges out with a double clothesline...DUCKED! Both the youngsters avoid the muscular arms and find themselves in the corner as Bohemoth comes to a stop. Turning on his feet, Bohemoth growls and charges again. This time though, he runs into a double right hand from D*LUX! And another double right! Bohemoth is staggered, as Shayne backs up into the corner and allows Tyler to whip him out the short distance towards Bo... ...who gets a boot up to the gut, sending Shayne stumbling back into Tyler! The two end up stacked in the corner and become even more stacked, thanks to an avalanche in the corner from Bohemoth! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" WRIGHT You see, just as I foretold! Bohemoth has vaunted experience with overcoming mounted odds. First to stumble from the corner is Shayne, who Bohemoth tosses aside nonchalantly. If he can avoid it, Bohemoth doesn't really want 2 on 1 odds. He'd much prefer it one on one, which it is now as he charges a shoulder into the gut of Tyler! Another shoulder crushes Tyler into the corner, followed up with a third. Head down, Bohemoth then scoops Tyler over his shoulder and hoists him off the mat. The crowd sense a Spinebuster but Bohemoth sees Shayne getting up and instead charges across the ring, knocking Shayne down with the spine of Tyler! Shayne goes tumbling out to the floor, while Bohemoth turns and lands the Front Spinebuster on Tyler! COLE SPINEBUSTAAAAAAAAAH~! COACH HAHA, Big Bo's been learning from the best! That was almost as good as Hoff's! WRIGHT I would be inclined to concur with you, Johnathon. Bohemoth comes right back up to his feet from the 'Buster and looks around. With Shayne out on the floor, Bohemoth grabs Tyler's long boyband hair and drags him back up, shoving him effortlessly into the corner. Another shoulder charge leaves The Tremendous One coughing and spluttering, holding his gut while Bohemoth strides to the opposite corner. Eyes locked, he yells at Silverman to move out of the way before charging in...AND CONNECTING with a running shoulder charge! COLE Man, Bohemoth is dominating! WRIGHT Why of course! I suspected my tough love would encourage Bohemoth to increase his performance levels and hark, I was indeed correct. COACH Yeah, what he said. Hurting, Tyler drops to his knees and tries to leave the ring. Bohemoth has other ideas and pulls him back up, landing a Vader style sideswip to the ear that leaves Tyler slumped in the corner again. And The Meterosexual Monster decides to go to the well once more, backing up across the ring for another charge. A slap of the thighs later, Bohemoth comes charging, head-down... *CLANG!* ...and shoulder first into the ringpost! Tyler dives to safety and continues crawling, just incase, as Bohemoth slumps over the middle turnbuckle. Climbing to the apron, Shayne then compounds Bo's misery... *CLANG!* ...dropkicking Bohemoth in the side of the head and sandwiching his skull against the steel! Bohemoth staggers out of the corner and Tyler rushes over with a schoolboy roll-up... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE Wow, that was close! Almost another costly miscue by Bohemoth! Before Bohemoth can get back to his feet, Tyler is right on the attack with more right hands to the bigman's head. Still dazed, Bohemoth can't fight back and Tyler lands a series of shots with Bo stuck on his knees, before he turns to his partner in wrestling and music, motioning for him to go up. "Showtime" does so, while Tyler continues with the right hands. Still Bohemoth has no answer and Tyler finishes up his barrage, before turning to his partner who's perched up top. Reaching up, he provides a launch for Shayne, throwing him off and into Bohemoth who stands...just in time to block a clothesline, grasping Shayne in a half nelson! With a low growl, Bohemoth grabs the waistband of Shayne's green jeans and hoists him up. But luckily for "Showtime", Tyler is alert enough to land a dropkick on Bo, staggering him and allowing Shayne to execute a modified armdrag. COLE Shayne felt the Half Nelson Backbreaker two weeks ago and I'm sure he's glad he didn't have to feel it again. As Bo pulls himself up D*LUX link hands and go for a double clothesline, which is a dumb move against a monster lik Bohemoth. The bigman swings his massive arms down and breaks D*LUX's grip, running to the ropes himself as his opponents come to a stop. Bouncing back, it's Bohemoth now who looks for a double clothesline. Tyler and Shayne want none of that though, both ducking their heads just in time, leaving their knees in place for Bohemoth to clatter into. Bo doubles over, as Shayne and Tyler turn to a waving Jade. TYLER COWELL MOVEMENT! JADE YYAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!! Recieving the cue, Tyler and Shayne reach down, grabbing a leg and an arm a-piece and lifting Bo...no more than a foot off the mat. COLE That's a big load to lift, even 2 on 1! WRIGHT Their youthful exuberance is clearly not accurately corrolated with their physical prowess. Tyler and Shayne stop and recollect themselves before trying again, heaving with all their might...but despite strained faces and strained muscles, they still can't get Bohemoth up! So, wisely, Tyler decides to give up and try something else. Tyler breaks into the ropes and Shayne does the same the opposite side, rushing back in unison and throwing basement dropkicks which sandwich Bohemoth's already throbbing head! COLE New Kicks On The Block! As Shayne poses, Tyler makes the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Pushing back up, Tyler catches Bohemoth coming up with a quick forearm shot. The dazed state Bo is in then allows Tyler to manouevre him into a seated position, dropping a bionic elbow to the crown of the head. A second bionic elbow bounces off of Bo's well groomed head before Tyler hits the ropes in front and fires off another basement dropkick, this one striking Bohemoth clean in the face! And as Bohemoth tries to collect his thoughts, Shayne promptly follows up with one to the back of the head, leaving the monster floundering. Still he stays sat though, so D*LUX hit the ropes once more and strike in unison with running Jimmy Rave knee strikes to finally put Bo back down! COLE I think your man's looking a little groggy, Christian. WRIGHT I shall admit that these whippersnappers are mildly impressive, but my faith regarding Bohemoth shall not falter. Within his clouded cranium, my stirring words still remain. He knows what he must accomplish. D*LUX celebrate but there's trouble afoot as, shaking out the cobwebs, Bohemoth pushes himself right back up! The rattling of his brains has left him a little woozy but always noticeably pissed off as he stands and glares holes through Shayne and Tyler. Panicking, the rookies charge Bohemoth... ...AND GET CLOTHESLINED OUT OF THEIR BOOTS!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" WRIGHT There we go! Forth Bohemoth, go forth! Bohemoth still shows the effects of D*LUX's offence, pressing a hand to his throbbing temple and ridding himself of some more cobwebs. But as D*LUX stand, Bo is immediately back on the offence. A shoulder block knocks Tyler flying before Shayne recieves the same. Bohemoth then grabs Tyler by the hair and scoops him over his shoulder, backing into a corner before charging out and driving The Tremendous One down with a Running Powerslam! Jade suddenly doesn't like what she's seeing on the floor and covers his eyes, unable to watch as "Showtime" Shayne gets pressed HIGH overhead and dropped down facefirst, taking a 6ft 7 inch fall to the canvas! D*LUX lay sprawled across the ring, leaving just the fuming Bohemoth standing. COLE What unbelievable, effortless strength! COACH These kids got some good shots in, but all they did was piss Big Bo off. And now, they're learning firsthand why that ain't a good thing to do. With his pick of the opposition, Bohemoth decides to bring the slightly bigger Tyler Bryant up first. With one hand he hurls Tyler across the ring, the young pop wannabee settling in the corner after a heavy collision with the buckles. Turning to Shayne now, Bo grabs two handfuls of throat and simply lifts the 188 pounder from the mat and to his feet, releasing him in order to shove him to the opposite corner. Both Shayne and Tyler are cornered now, either side of the ring to the other, easy targets for Bohemoth who charges...clothesline in the corner to Tyler! A quick turn later and Bohemoth steams across the ring...clotheslining Shayne in the corner! Bohemoth isn't done, turning again and landing a second clothesline on Tyler...followed by a second for Shayne, taking him off his feet and down with a hard landing on his coccyx! Tyler is still standing though. More fool him, as he staggers out of the corner and into a second Front Spinebuster of the match! COLE Bohemoth is rising to the challenge and amazingly, he's fighting these two on one odds and doing a pretty good job of it too! WRIGHT It befuddles me as to why you sound so apparantly surprised, Michael Cole. COLE Well come on Christian, you didn't honestly expect Bohemoth to come out here tonight and dominate, surely? WRIGHT Perhaps not. However, once the dust had settled, I was confident of Bohemoth's eventual victory. COLE He hasn't won yet though. Wisely, Tyler uses whatever senses he still has to roll safely out of the ring. Meanwhile Jade has climbed to the apron and tries to check on Shayne in the corner. The intimidating glare of Bohemoth is enough to send her scurrying though as he strides across the ring, placing his foot on "Showtime" Shayne's face and forcing downwards, crushing his head against the bottom turnbuckle. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FO..." Bohemoth finally lifts his boot from Shayne's head, but only in order to rush into the ropes beside the corner. Referee Silverman wisely moves, as Bohemoth charges back and KICKS SHAYNE'S FACE INTO THE THIRD ROW!! COLE Oh, GOD! Facewash by Bohemoth! Lifelessly Shayne lies over the bottom rope, until Bohemoth drags him back into the ring and makes a confident if a little 'lax cover... 1... 2... KICKOUT! The Meterosexual Monster glares at Silverman, who holds up his hands apologetically, not wanting to get on the monster's bad side. Luckily though, Bohemoth is more concerned with Shayne than him, pulling the youngster back to his feet. COACH Bo's like a lion, toying with his prey. It's like one of those gory wildlife programs and I'm lovin' it. I'm sure you are too Christian. CHRISTIAN (rubs hands with glee) Indeed, Johnathon. Indeed. Bo grabs Shayne by the throat again, tossing him to the side and back into the turnbuckles again. With no defence, Shayne lays propped in the corner while Bohemoth backs across the ring and prepares for another charge. As he gets to the opposite side of the ring however, the hands of Tyler Bryant clasp his right boot and prevent him from setting off. Bohemoth reaches through the ropes and swipes at Tyler irritably. Eventually Bo manages to free himself from Tyler's grip and promptly charges forward. But by this time, Shayne has had time to recover and he springs off the bottom rope, squirming through the top and middle in one fluid motion to the apron as Bohemoth runs himself sternum first into the buckles! COLE Bohemoth might have toyed a little too much! Out staggers Bohemoth as Tyler rushes in, Shayne rushing up top. And before Bo can collect himself, Tyler rocket launches Shayne off the top, with a Larger Than Life Line that somehow takes Bo off of his feet and into a cover... 1... 2... 3-NO! COACH Man, that was...was kinda close. D*LUX regroup and prepare for Bo to get up, landing a double boot to the gut to keep him at bay. Tyler then drops to all fours as Shayne comes off the ropes, launching off of his partner and hooking Bohemoth by the head for a DDT. The bigman is swung around but before his head can be planted into the canvas, Bo puts the brakes on and launches Shayne into the air, sending him up and down with a flapjack slam! COACH Okay, that's better. Stepping over Shayne's body, Bohemoth crouches down and waits for Tyler to come towards him. And as he does, he's intercepted with a MURDERLINE~! COACH Much better! Bo drops down beside Tyler and places a hand on his chest for a pin... 1... 2... KICKOUT! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" WRIGHT Gah! That wasn't a pinning predicament befitting a victorious outcome! Growling under his breath, Bo sits back up and waits. Shayne is by the bottom rope being checked on by Jade so Bohemoth drags Tyler back up. Bringing him to his knees, Bohemoth keeps a grip of Tyler's hair as he jams in a couple of knees to the sternum. Bo then brings Tyler to his feet and glances to the announce position... WRIGHT [font=Wingdings][size=5]CC[/font][/size] ...waiting patiently for... WRIGHT [font=Wingdings][size=5]DD[/font][/size]~! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Given the cue, Bohemoth scoops Tyler into his arms and prepares to put the finishing touches to the hip heartthrob. Wright stays standing at Sofa Central as his man does a circle of the ring, displaying Tyler to each side of the audience in turn. In doing so though, he forgets about Shayne Brave, who suddenly springs forward with a dropkick to his partner's back, toppling the unsuspecting Bohemoth backwards... 1... SHAYNE DIVES ON TOP OF THE DOGPILE! 2... COACH WAIT, NO! THAT'S NOT FAIR! 3!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *SLAM!* *DINGDINGDING!* Bohemoth kicks out a second too late and sits up, D*LUX scrambling from the ring and jumping into celebration on the floor with a jubilant Jade Rodez. BUFFER Your winners of the match... D*LLLUUUUXXXXXX!!! Sitting up, Bohemoth stares in disbelief as D*LUX and Jade make their merry way up the ramp celebrating their continued unbeaten run. Despite the fact they've taken some heavy shots, the pleasure takes away the pain. The opposite can be said for Bo though as he holds his head in the middle of the ring having bumped it when Tyler fell on him. But even so, he still can't believe he got beat. Disgusted with himself, Bohemoth slams a fist into the mat, preparing to take the criticism as it comes as he turns to Sofa Central... ...but Christian is nowhere to be found, having slammed his headset to the floor a long time ago. And he's already striding past the ring and towards the backstage area, not even giving Bohemoth a second glance in his frustration. Watching CW walk off, Bohemoth sits himself back up and dejectedly hangs his head. COLE Honestly, I don't know what Christian expected. He put his partner in a handicap match and then when loses, he storms off and doesn't even acknowledge him? COACH Bo shoulda dealt with these two punks, no problem. COLE Coach, it was two on one. Bohemoth put in a great effort but two on one odds are two on one odds, regardless of being six foot seven or two hundred and eighty odd pounds. Hell, I'd love to see Christian Wright step into a handicap match with D*LUX to see how he fares. COACH That's not gonna happen. CW doesn't need to... COLE What? Do the dirty work? Because that's what Bohemoth's for? COACH Ease up playa, Bo's had some bad form and he's gotta prove himself for CW, that's all. He got beat tonight but CW'll calm down, don't you worry.

EDIT: JJ, if you've any input on a promo or anything for the show then let me know, hopefully I'll be here to read it. Toxxic too I guess, for reasons you are well aware of.

Fight me u p0ser.

Make it No DQs, otherwise it'll be a sloppy mess like their RAW match was.

Let it not be said I don't finish what I start! Two For The Money Match Maybe I'm missing a reference to something, but I still don't get the name. Oh wells. I would have thought the belt and the contract would be hanging seperately, but apparantly not. (Very) Minor point, but wrong theme music for O'Hara!! Nicely played with the Upstarts tension. I guess AngleMania must be the single arm DDT show, there's always one move that turns up in nearly every match somehow. Surely a triple suplex must have happened before, somewhere. Exciting spotfest which was everything it should have been really. It was little easy to tell who'd win with the #1 Contendership stip though. Leon Rodez -vs- Tha Puerto Rican If I do say so myself, I think me and EWC built this Ladder Match up pretty darned well, so it's good to finally see this match considering it's been 2 months building up to it and it's probably 8 months since EWC pitched the idea to me. Now that I read it, I'm glad I didn't go with my idea to come down with David Hasselhoff to that remix of the Baywatch theme, cool song though it is. This was a good final blow-off to the feud and it tied up all the conflicts PRL's had in the past few months too, just what Mania should do. I wasn't overly keen on the ending but other than that, good stuff. Black T -vs- Hoff and Drek So now Hoff's back, when do CSI return? The whole future thing bugs me. Why would Hoff still want to be the future...wouldn't he want to be 'the present' by now? I like the rundown of the AM histories, as I did in the last match. Nice spot with the electric chair/suicide forearm combo and an equally insane diving headbutt spot. The Corner Post Anklelocks bit was innovative too. I don't really understand why Drek and Hoff are tweeners, unless it's because Black T are. Surely they should be the company's big heels? Hey, a competent referee! Anything can happen at AngleMania! The thumbs up/thumbs down thing could be copyright infringement from moi if I hadn't stole it myself. Nice to see a clean victory too. A PROMO~! Hey, SOMEBODY had to write one, might as well have been me. This rocks, trust me. Peter Knight -vs- Alfdogg Nearly four years since Alf last won the title. Wow, it's stuff like that that makes me fell like the relative newb I am. Main Event Intro~! I don't really know what to say about this apart from liking the flow of the match and PK's writing style being easy to read. I'm not good with this feedback dealy, see. But I'm enjoying the match. Oh, refbump. Here comes SJ and I hope that's not a screwjob I smell. Oh, yep, screwjob. Could have done without that, but at least it wasn't too much. Cue happy AngleMania ending. A good match and a bad night for the heels.