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What he said. Besides that, the fans were chanting ***** match during Tanaka/Awesome. Which it clearly wasn't. JBL was probably reacting to the crowd, rather than saying he was better than Tanaka/Awesome. But then again, it's JBL, so obviously he can't be given the benefit of the doubt. Also, in regards to comparing JBL to the ECW crew, I'd take JBL over a good number of the ECW guys there.

I'm still buying it solely for JBL's commentary.

#61! Brazil 2-0 up against Argentina with a quarter of an hour gone in the Confed. Cup Final.

Well, the 4 Way Tag is done and the HV Title match is now done. They're the important two (no offense CC), so I'm assuming that NYU can put it up whenever now, with just the women's match unaccounted for.

What, no show in Spain? Disappointing.

Either Arn or Candido, for reasons mentioned already.

Uhmm...at the risk of dragging this thread on any longer than it should be, that WAS sarcasm Muzz. Next time, I'll make sure I add a smilie so people don't start over-reacting to things I say.

Now.

So, would Matt going back after what went down be better or worse than Sable's sudden forgiveness of Vince, due to money? Or Piper's sudden forgiveness of Vince, due to money? I wouldn't have thought Matt would be so desperate for cash so quickly, if he's really considering going back, because that's surely all the reason he can have for going back.

Something will happen. What it is, depends on stuff.

Me no comprende. How do people see the card thread if they're banned from the forums? Or the stats thread. I thought if you were banned from a certain forum, it disappeared off the list on the board index.

*shifty eyes* BTW, for the n00bs...he's not kidding.

BTW, I'm expecting this show to be up by tommorrow morning people. So, get to it.

Not all. I have a small number of un-edited, both on DVD and VHS...I think all the 1999 PPVs are unedited music-wise, at least. Maybe a few more from 1998 too. A lot of the others are edited though. The non-PPV videos/DVDs are all edited, as far as my (not vast, but decent) collection is concerned. The later PPVs are edited too.

Here you go, one (slightly) updated match. ------------------------------------------------ CABOOSE You know what we have next, Cole. COACH Hey, how come you always ask him if he knows what's next? CABOOSE Because the less you talk, the better. COLE Haha...sorry, Coach. Up next we've got a grudge match if there ever was one, but not your typical grudge. This one is between four of the top teams in the OAOAST, none of whom seem to be getting along, with the exception of Gunner and Crystal and the GPX. CABOOSE And right there that's a key to this contest. Those two teams are on the same wavelength as of late. Whatever Drek Stone is selling the GPX are buying, feeling it follows the belief that the spotlight was taken off them by the Originals after Anglemania. Crystal and Gunner are always up for making Zack's life miserable, but everyone has gone to extremes as of late in trying to take each other out. COLE We saw that melee Thursday night that resulted in General Manager Josie Baker getting knocked out cold by a School's Out from Zack, which allowed the GPX, Gunner and Crystal to escape the wrath of Zack, Some Guy, Dan Black and CWM, four men who hate each other as much as they do those other two teams. CABOOSE It's a recipe for disaster, but when we say that in the OAOAST, we know we're guaranteed a great match. Let's let Buffer take it away. COACH Can I get at least one word in edge-wise? CABOOSE By my count, that sentence just gave you nine words and a hyphen. That's enough. COACH ... Up in the ring, the ever-dapper Michael Buffer stands tall, his booming voice overpowering the crowd noise in the arena. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the FOUR WAY DANCE! The crowd roars, and immediately following the announcement is the sound of "Quiet", normally the theme song for Dan Black and Tony Brannigan, but for tonight, the theme song of Black and his Original Elite associate CWM. Together, the duo walks through the mist that engulfs the aisle, two vicious souls ready to exact some revenge on the other three teams tonight. BUFFER Approaching the ring at this time, weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred, eighty eight pounds. First, from Abbotsford, British Columbia Canada, he is C...W...MMMMMMMMM! His partner, hailing from London, England, he is The Ice Heart, DAAAAAN BLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKK! Clad in his trenchcoat, Black springs up onto the apron and slowly removes his sunglasses, revealing his icy glare to the world, as CWM perches himself atop the turnbuckles and stares out into the crowd. The fans welcome them with mostly jeering, although some scattered cheers are audible. COLE Two men who don't care what anyone thinks about them. As Black removes his coat and steps into the ring, "Quiet" is replaced by "Plug In Baby", as the Muse tune is aired to welcome the Crown Jewel of the OAOAST and her henchman. BUFFER Introducing team number two, weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred, twenty five pounds. First, from Coquitlam, British Columbia Canada, she claims to be the Crown Jewel of the OAOAST, CRRRRRRRRRRRYSSSSSSSSSSSSTAAAAAAAAAAAAL! Her partner, from Detroit, MI, GUNNNERRRRR SHARRRRRPSSSSSS! The imposing Gunner and the instigator herself make it to ringside, with Crystal waiting for Gunner to enter the ring before she dare step foot in it. Gunner steps over the ropes and stands in front of CWM and Dan Black, not speaking, not flinching, while Crystal comes in behind him and jaw-jacks with her two opponents. "In a world full of posers..." The spoken word introduction of the O-Town hit "Make Her Say" comes over the sound system, and the fans immediately stand to boo and jeer the two men about to make their entrance. "Make Her Say UUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, NAH NAH NAH NAH!" Coming out from the back, as cocky as ever, are Scotty Static and Johnny Jax, strutting and swaggering their way down the aisle as Buffer makes good with the introductions. BUFFER Now coming down the aisle, team number three. Weighing in tonight at a combined weight of four hundred, seven pounds...first, from Hotlanta, GA, SCOTTTTTYYYYYY STAAAAAAAAATTTTTICCCCC! His partner, from the 313, JOHNNNNYYYYY JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAXXXXX...they are the GLOBAL PARTY EXCHANGE~! Immediately, Johnny and Scotty hop in the ring and stand alongside Crystal and Gunner, with the four of them staring down Black and CWM. Referee Nick Patrick pleads with them to wait until the bell rings to settle their differences, but the cocky GPX and their occasional allies inch forward, moving towards a prepared Black and CWM...until Black and CWM bolt forward and start nailing everyone in sight! COLE It's pandemonium already! Black starts swinging, nailing both Static and Sharps, while CWM goes after Jax. Crystal tries to pull her fellow Canadian off of him, but he turns around and shoves her down, then turns around to go back to Jax...and gets nailed with a lariat! Jax and a recovered Crystal start putting the boots to CWM, while Sharps holds Black for Scotty to kick in the ribs, when all of a sudden the lights dim, and an the all too familiar sound of bass chords fills the arena, sending the fans into a frenzy! "Getting Away With Murder" blasts through the speakers, and darting out from the locker room and down the aisle are Zack Malibu and Some Guy, sans intro, since Buffer headed for higher ground when the fighting broke out! CABOOSE Ring the bell, Patrick! The veteran referee finds a neutral corner and stays there, calling for the bell as everyone pairs off. CWM and Gunner, Some Guy with Crystal, Dan Black with Scotty Static and Zack Malibu with Johnny Jackson. It's an all out war zone in the opening moment, as fists fly between the four teams. CWM backs Gunner into the corner and mounts the ropes, bringing punch after punch down upon him, until the big man grabs CWM by the legs and drops him over the ropes onto the apron. Reacting quickly, CWM takes Gunner's head and jumps down off the apron, snapping the big man's neck on the top rope to stagger him...and then Some Guy comes racing over and dives at Gunner with a crossbody that sends them both falling over the ropes and down to the floor! Seeing this, Crystal goes to race to the aid of her bodyguard, but as she begins to run to the ropes, Black reaches out and grabs her by the hair, jerking her down to the canvas! Black kicks Crystal and forces her out to the apron under the bottom rope, and that leaves Zack Malibu alone against both GPX members. Static and Jax are able to overcome the Preppy One, working him over with forearms across the neck and back before pulling him up and whipping him towards the ropes...and towards Black! The Ice Heart sees Malibu coming and ducks low, backdropping him over the ropes and out to the apron...but Malibu clings to the top rope and lands on his feet. GPX quickly move towards Black, but Malibu springs off the top rope just as quickly, launching himself back into the ring over Dan Black and delivering a double dropkick to both members of the Global Party Exchange! COACH Damn! CABOOSE Cole, when did we hire Ron Simmons? Static and Jax roll out of the ring as well, and no sooner is Zack up on his feet then he's spun around by Black, who shoves him away and tells Zack that he "had it". Malibu responds by approaching Black silently, and the two go nose to nose for a moment before locking up in the center of the ring! Black quickly grabs a headlock, but Zack shoves him off, into the ropes...then gets floored when Black rebounds, crashing into him with a shoulderblock. Black hits the ropes again, hopping over Zack's body and then running across the ring to the other side, and Zack springs up, leapfrogging him on this rebound, and when Zack turns around, he's snared again in a headlock! Black wrenches his arm around Zack's cranium, but Malibu quickly slips his head out and grabs his own headlock! Black struggles to free himself, pushing Zack so that he moves forward towards the ropes, and as Black lifts Zack for a back suplex, Malibu plants both his feet into the chest of Crystal, knocking her off the apron and using that move to float over Black's shoulders, land on his feet and quickly hook a waistlock. Black squirms, then fires back an elbow to break free before swinging himself around behind Zack and hooking both of his arms, locking Zack in a full nelson, but Malibu is able to pull his arms free and then use a go-behind, then bring Black to the canvas with a waistlock takedown! Zack then applies a side headlock, but Black pushes up off the canvas and gets to his feet, all while in the hold, then shoves Malibu away, looking unimpressed with his opponent's ability in the early going. COLE These two are two of the most experienced OAOAST performers, two of the best in the world. CABOOSE And bitter rivals. Black waves Zack on, holding his hands up to ask for another lockup from the popular superstar, but as Zack moves in, Black stuns him with a forearm to the side of the jaw! Another one follows, and Zack gets sent to the ropes. Black jumps up, trying for a rana as Zack comes off...but at the last second Zack holds onto the ropes to stop his momentum, and Black crashes down to the canvas! He sits up, and Malibu dives forward, cracking him in the jaw with a basement dropkick that sends Black rolling to his corner and tags in CWM! COLE Speaking of bitter rivals... CWM rushes into the ring and charges Zack, but Malibu busts out the MATRIX DUCK~! in dodging a lariat, then comes up and spins CWM around, taking him by the arm and whipping him into his own corner! CWM crashes chest first, then stumbles back...but Malibu runs at him and dropkicks him between the shoulder blades, sending him into the corner again! CWM rests up against the turnbuckles, momentarily dazed, and this allows Malibu to race towards him from across the ring and dive into the air, crushing CWM in the corner with a diving splash! CWM flops backwards, and Malibu quickly goes for the cover on his old foe! ONE! T-KICKOUT! CWM is able to get a shoulder up, but Malibu reacts immediately, pulling him up by his arm and leading him to the corner, where Zack tags in Some Guy to a loud pop! Together, Zack and Some Guy each take an arm and wrench it, then stun CWM with a double chop to the chest before Some Guy takes him to the mat with a fireman's carry and locks on a rear chinlock. CWM tries to roll out, but Some Guy keeps ahold of him, and the two come up to their feet, where CWM shoves Some Guy towards the ropes. SG rebound, and CWM runs towards him and brings his knee up...but Some Guy floats over the knee and into a schoolboy rollup! ONE! T-NO! CWM again easily kicks out and get to his feet, infuriated. He and Some Guy stare each other down, looking ready to kill each other...until they each move towards opposite corners, with Some Guy tagging in Scotty Static and CWM tagging in Crystal! COLE HA! CABOOSE CWM and Some Guy on the same page...we haven't seen that since the days of the aWo! Both Crystal and Scotty complain, but Patrick makes the call that tags were made, and they are now the legal people. CWM and Some Guy eye each other as they exit the ring, each man taking his spot on the apron. Crystal and Static are now in the ring and scowl at the four OAOAST veterans who sit on the apron, waiting for the two cocky youngsters to lock horns. The first ever female World Champion and the once-popular Static tie up, jockeying for position as the rest of the combatants watch on. Scotty quickly goes to an arm wrench, but Crystal easily manuevers her way out, flipping forward and then wrenching Static's arm. Scotty reaches for the ropes, but Crystal delivers two roundhouse kicks to his stomach, doubling him over while stuck in a wristlock, and then once he's keeled over, Crystal segues into a stepover armbar. Crystal pulls up on the arm, but Static tries and tries to reach the ropes...and grabs the middle rope, causing Crystal to have to break the hold! Immediately, Crystal backs off of her occasional ally and allows a clean break, giving Static enough space to get to his feet. Scotty comes up and shakes his arm, trying to get the feeling back, and moves towards Crystal, who extends a hand out of sportsmanship. Scotty accepts, but the normal goodwill gesture gets booed out of the building, causing both superstars to pause and look at the crowd in shock as they circle each other again. COLE These are not two of the most beloved athletes in the company, at least not anymore. CABOOSE It's amazing to think that one year ago, these two were two of the most popular wrestlers in the world, while Zack Malibu, CWM, and Dan Black were loathed by the wrestling community, and Some Guy was not working full-time in the OAOAST. Funny how things change, eh Cole? COLE Indeed. COACH FUNAKI~! COLE What? COACH Indeed, Fu...nevermind. Shrugging, Crystal calls Static in for another lock-up. Swiftly, Scotty slips behind the Female Phenom, applying a waistlock. A waistlock he almost seems to be enjoying too much, before Crystal drops down, hooking Static's lower leg and taking him to the canvas. Crystal rolls to the side quickly and tries to capitalise with a Muta lock. But Static quickly pushes up onto his hands and tumbles forward, before reaching up and snatching over Crystal with a small package... ONE! Kickout, suspiciously easily. COLE Well, it's all very well these two exchanging holds...but I'm sure they don't want to eliminate each other's teams. At least there's a remote possibility of some co-operation there, where-as the other two teams flat out hate the guts of... CABOOSE Everyone in the match. COLE Exactly. Both Static and Crystal pause again, hesitant to carry on fighting each other. Especially when they have so many hated rivals around the ring. Crystal now calls Static in and while pointing to Zack and Some Guy's corner, whispers some strategy to her 'opponent'. Referee Patrick seems as confused as everyone else, as Scotty nods with a wry smile. A high-five follows, before Crystal swaggers over to Some Guy and Zack's corner. CRYSTAL C'mon big shot. Let's see what you've got...HEY! Crystal tries to tag in Malibu, but the preppy one removes his hands from Crystal's swing. Seeming agitated, Crystal tries to tag Some Guy. With the same non-result, as both drop off the apron and to the floor. "YEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Screaming out of the ring, Crystal continues to try and dare Zack and Some Guy into stepping back up. But they don't take the bait. Instead, simply watching on, as Static sneaks up behind Crystal and schoolboys her to the mat... ONE! TWO! ...kickout by Crystal. Getting to her feet, Crystal starts to yell and screams at Static now. As the slanging match kicks off, Zack and Some Guy chuckle to themselves as they climb back to their corner. As soon as they do though, the arguement abruptly stops and Crystal tags Zack's hand, before getting the hell out of dodge. CABOOSE HA! She tricked them anyway. COLE Well, fair means or foul, Zack is now legal in this match once more. A wry smile forms on Zack's face, knowing that he just got PWNED~!, but at the same time not adverse to getting his hands on Static. Cautiously he enters the ring, before the two lock-up in the centre of the ring. Static peforms the same go-behind he did on Crystal, Zack performing the very same escape. Already one step ahead, Static pushes up and rolls through, pointing to his oh, so smart cranium. Before turning around and getting WAFFLED~ with a forearm smash! A second forearm! A third! Static is reeling now, as Zack grabs an arm and sends him into the ropes. Ducking a clothesline, Static rebounds once more, hitting a crossbody blo...NO! Zack catches Static in his arms, dropping to his knees and plants him with a front powerslam. Popping to his feet, The Franchise quickly rushes Jax in the corner and barging him off the apron to the floor, just for good measure. Static is up to his feet now, as Zack ROARS... ...but misses the elbow, his roar turning out to be a whimper. Putting on the brakes, Zack skids to a halt and spins on his heels. Static is waiting however, springing off his heels and snapping over Malibu with a hurricanrana! COLE And there's the saddest fact of this sudden GPX morality change. They're very talented wrestlers. They don't need to cheat. They don't need to alienate the fans. And they certainly dont need to carry this vendetta against men like Zack Malibu and Black T. Getting to his feet, Static takes the opportunity to tag in Johnny Jax. The experienced duo take an arm a-piece and send Zack into the ropes, The Franchise rebounding and taking four feet to the face, courtesy of a double dropkick. Jax follows it up with a quick legdrop, before making his cover... ONE! TWO! ...Kickout. With a growl, Jax pulls himself back up and looks down at Malibu with distain. Zack tries to regroup, but suddenly, Jax starts to put the boots to The Franchise! Jax has lost it now, ruthlessly stomping away on Malibu, while referee Patrick is busy having to hold Some Guy at bay. STATIC YEAH! YEAH! BEAT HIM LIKE HE'S YO' WO'MN~! Static's comments draw a look of digusts from Crystal across the ring. Meanwhile, Jax finally stops stomping and pulls Zack to his feet. Quickly he snaps off a forearm strike, dazing Malibu...before tagging in the monstrous Gunner Sharps! Climbing in, Gunner wastes no time in laying out Zack with a stiff clothesline. The smiling Jax pats Gunner on the back, while the bigman reaches down and picks Malibu back up. With an arm, Gunner drags in Malibu, wiping him out with a short-arm version of the clothesline. This time, Gunner drops to one knee and makes a relaxed cover... ONE! TWO! ...only two. Undettered, Gunner pulls up Zack once more. A hold of the arm once more, Gunner hurls Malibu into the ropes, holding his arms to the side and clasping Zack at his side. But Malibu rotates through the sidewalk slam attempt, landing on Gunner's shoulder and promptly sliding off and behind. Reaching up, Zack then tries to grab Gunner for a side russian. The huge frame is too much for Zack to get to grips with however, Gunner shrugging Malibu off like a bug on his his back, before turning and charging. Malibu ducks a clothesline this time though, swinging towards the heavens with a forearm! Gunner is rocked momentarily, so Malibu nails him again. CRYSTAL C'MON GUNNER! The bigman looks shocked to be hit so hard, Zack rocking him with a straight kick to the midsection this time. A kick to the thigh. Kick to the hamstrings. With Gunner reeling, Zack turns on his heel and hits the ropes... ...but gets all the steam taken out of him, as Scotty Static rushes across the ring and sticks out a leg for Zack to run directly into. Zack staggers away from the ropes, Gunner waiting for him with a goozle! Eyes bursting open in shock, Zack seems frozen in shock, as Gunner pulls him off the canvas and DRILLS him with a Chokeslam! Some Guy hangs his head, as Gunner quickly cradles a leg... ONE! TWO! TH.. ...KICKOUT! "YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COLE Zack's still in it! Gunner looks understandably shocked. And even more shocked, as Scotty Static tags him on the shoulder and elects himself the legal man. The bigman shrugs it off, as Static quickly tries a cover of his own... ONE! TWO! ...only two. Sighing, Static drags up Malibu. A quick palm strike stuns Zack, allowing Static to hit the ropes, tumbling into the motionless Malibu with a front spinning roundhouse kick! BLACK DO SOMETHING ZACK, JESUS! Ignoring Black's concern lacking frustration, Static pulls Zack back up again. Another quick strike stuns him, Static following with one more just to make sure, before coming off the ropes again. Rebounding at top speed, Static dives at Malibu...but this time, Zack ducks a tumbling clothesline attempt. Scrambling to his feet, Static is able to duck a weary forearm swing from Zack, booting him in the gut as he turns and then spplying a front facelock. Whatever Scotty has in mind doesn't work though, as Zack blocks the suplex style lift. Another block. Frustratedly, Static fires in some knee strikes to the ribs to weaken Malibu. But again he blocks. And again. So again, Static fires off some knee strikes... ...but suddenly gets his knee snatched. COLE Wait a minute...Zack's got him hooked! Malibu quickly takes Static down with a Dragon Screw, then falls back to the ropes, worn out. Johnny Jax starts to make his way across the apron, but Malibu moves away just as Jax lunges for him! Malibu cocks his arm back, ready to nail the GPX member, but his arm is grabbed by Static, who spins him around and lifts him up onto his shoulders...NO! Malibu wriggles free, then shoves Static forward, RIGHT INTO HIS...NO! Static puts the brakes on just as he's about to collide with Jax, and turns around, INTO A ROARING ELBOW~! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jax was ready to come in and make the save for his partner, but it wasn't needed, as Scotty rolled a shoulder at the last second. Taking Scotty by his frosted, spiked up hair, Malibu hammers him twice in the temple before bringing him to his feet, but as he pulls him into a short-arm clothesline, Scotty ducks under and swings around to the back of the popular prep, wrapping his arms around his waist and hoisting him into the air with a German...NO! MALIBU FLOATS OVER AND LANDS ON HIS FEET! Scotty turns around...AND MALIBU DIVES INTO THE AIR, BRINGING HIS KNEE UP INTO THE SIDE OF STATIC'S FACE! COLE THE ZACK ATTACK TO A STANDING SCOTTY STATIC~! COACH I think his tooth just hit me. ONE! TWO! THREE...NO! STATIC KICKS OUT ONCE AGAIN! CABOOSE The GPX are staying alive, but Malibu is in his zone right now! Zack gets up, preparing to strike once again in hopes of putting Scotty away...but he's suddenly grabbed from behind by Jax, who lifts him up and plants him on the canvas with a Blue Thunder Powerbomb! Patrick orders Jax out, but Johnny doesn't heed the words right away, instead choosing to help his partner up and tell him it's time to go up top. COLE Johnny Jax is extending the lifespan of his team in this contest, and now it looks like they're setting Malibu up for the Static Shock! Static starts climbing the ropes, as Patrick ushers Jax out of the ring, having had enough with his illegal involvement. Slowly, Static perches himself atop the turnbuckles, and Patrick looks around, making sure that no one from any of the other corners has interfere. Static looks out to the crowd and springs up, twisting his body and landing on the ropes to execute a second leap, this time sending himself flipping through the air, body extended straight for his modified senton drop... ...AND THE SMALL OF HIS BACK CONNECTS WITH THE TWO KNEES OF ZACK MALIBU~! COACH DAMN! That man is gonna need one hell of a masseuse! Static rolls onto his stomach and kicks his legs on the canvas, in tremendous pain as his finishing move was turned into a high impact backbreaker of sorts. Laying still for a few moments, Malibu collects himself, then KIPS UP~!, focusing on the fallen former friend that rests on the canvas before him. Static pushes himself up to his knees, then up to his feet, not knowing that Zack is ready...and Zack rushes him, quickly grabbing him and pulling him up in the air before dropping him down across his knee, further injuring the back! COLE The Rock Bottom Backbreaker! Vintage Malibu! Static again kicks around the canvas, reaching around to his back and showing visible pain. With his rival down, Malibu plays to the crowd a bit, and looks over to his partner, who gives him a nod of reassurance. CABOOSE You know what's coming. Again, Static pushes himself up to one knee, then to his feet, his eyes opening just in time to see the sole of a size 11 boot coming straight at him. Static's eyes widen as the foot grows closer, cracking him in the mouth with SCHOOL'S... NO! STATIC MANAGES TO CATCH THE KICK! Reacting swiftly, Static delivers a punt to Zack's nether regions, halting the assault from the OAOAST's favorite son! Static quickly pulls Zack into a headscissors, but the cocky youngster has trouble lifting due to the pain he's suffered through his back. Lifting is not a problem for Zack Malibu, however, as he quickly hoists Static up on his shoulders, then pushes him into an upside down position, with the head braced and the leg hooked... COLE NO WAY! CABOOSE Looks like a shooting star is about to come crashing down to earth! MODIFIED FALLING STAR DRIVER ON SCOTTY STATIC~! COVER~! ONE! TWO! WAITAMINUTE! JAX HURRIES INTO THE RING AND... *SMACK!* ...GETS CUT OFF BY A SOME KICK!! THREEEE!!! "YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER The Global Party Exchange...HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED! COLE Incredible! Zack Malibu and Some Guy eliminate the former tag team champions first! CABOOSE There's a measure of vengeance and pleasure coming out of that pin, because we've seen what the GPX has put them through lately. Crystal and Gunner, in a mix of anger and shock, curse and re-locate to the outside, as they tried to come and tend to their GPX allies. Meanwhile, Some Guy steps over the fallen Jax and moves to go back towards his corner, until he's spun around by CWM, who has snuck into the ring... *WHAM!* COACH POLLYCUTTER!! COLE What the hell!?! CWM just ambushed Some Guy! CWM puts the boots to him, and hurriedly kicks Some Guy out of the ring. Patrick is already on CWM's case and tries to stop him from furthering his attack on Some Guy. All of which allows Dan Black to sneak into the ring behind. Crystal and Gunner watch on, with no reason to interject themselves, as Zack wanders around the ring and wonders what the hell just happened to his partner... *KICK!WHAM!BLACKOUT~!* COLE Black behind the referee's back! What the hell...the old guard are falling apart here! They had a four on two opportunity at Crystal and Gunner. CABOOSE They just can't get along. There's too much bad-blood that hasn't been resolved. COLE And it's all falling into Crystal and Gunner's hands! Black sneaks out of the ring, the damage done. As meanwhile, CWM turns away from Some Guy and brings the referee with him to count the pin on Zack... ONE! TWO! .. THREEEE!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" BUFFER Zack Malibu and Some Guy...HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED! Looking up at Black with a wry smile, CWM rolls off of Malibu's lifeless frame. Quickly, Patrick has to set about getting Zack out of the ring, along with Johnny Jax who still lays under the bottom rope. Meanwhile, Crystal and Gunner talk over strategyin the corner, looking across at The Iceman and CWM. COLE Well, now we're down to two, after two quick, chaotic eliminations. COACH The damage was done to Zack already. And all it needed was for Dan to come in, hit one of his nineteen finishers and let CWM pick up the scraps. COLE Which leaves Crystal and Gunner Sharps to take on Dan Black and CWM. The two least experienced teams in the field for all intents and purposes. As Zack is helped out of the ring and given a warm reception from the fans, Crystal eyes up CWM (not like that. Although, he has got a hawt picbase) and decides she'll take over for her team. Black moves across the apron and takes up the regular tag team position, opposite Gunner, as we're down to 2 on 2. Jigging out of the corner, Crystal is ready to go. Which draws a smile from CWM. CWM Gimme a break. CRYSTAL C'mon old man, you remember what a lock-up is, right? CWM I'm not locking up with you. CRYSTAL Scared? CWM Scared? Please. I don't wanna lock up with you, I don't wanna touch you. So how about you tag out toots...let the men deal with business. Crystal glares at CWM, offended beyond belief. COLE Oh, my! COACH Fuck, him! CABOOSE These new super-powered microphones are awesome. COLE It's not super-powered. There's a camera on the apron. CABOOSE Wha...oh, yeah. My bad. Stepping away, Crystal shrugs and goes to tag out...NO! She shocked CWM, suddenly lunging forward and smashing her fellow Canadian with a snug forearm! Two, three, four, catching CWM off guard and backing him into the ropes. Crystal grabs an arm and looks for an irish whip, CWM managing to spin in front mid-spin and pull Crystal in and swipe a clubbing back elbow into her jaw! Down goes Crystal. But CWM pulls her straight back up, in no mood to play as he pulls Crystal into a standing headscissors and hoists her up...but Crystal escapes behind, with a sunset flip... ONE! TWO! Just a two! Both CWM and Crystal scramble up, with CWM whipping off a forearm of his own. Crystal reels back, but suddenly comes out with claws extended, digging into CWM's eyes like a woman possessed. CRYSTAL NOBODY CALLS ME 'TOOTS'! CWM struggles to get away as eventually Crystal releases her catty grip on the referee's count of four. Blindly CWM tries to grab at Crystal. But she's already hitting the ropes, charging through CWM with a spear! Crystal then hooks a leg, making the cover... ONE! TWO! ...and getting just a two count. Now, Crystal lays into CWM again, holding her own well with right hands until CWM reaches up and shoves her off. Right over into her corner though, allowing Gunner to tag himself in. Crystal wisely grabs CWM's leg and prevents him from getting away, while Gunner hovers over and STOMPS a hole in CWM's chest! And again! Crystal now leaves, as Gunner leaves his feet, dropping an elbow on CWM and lounging over him with a pin attempt... ONE! TWO! Just two. COLE They may not be a full-fledged tag team, but you cannot say that this duo is not one of the most intimidating we've ever seen. Who has EVER manhandled CWM like that? Gunner yanks on CWM's hair, pulling him up and then pressing him into the air, holding him over his head for all to see. Gunner gets cocky, posing a bit too long in this show of strength, and it gives CWM ample time to regain his senses and slide his arm down just enough to dig his claws into Gunner's eyes! "YEEEARRRRGGGHHHHH!" CABOOSE Vicious eye rake! Any deeper and it would have stuck his fingers through his sockets like his head were a bowling ball! CWM falls down behind Gunner, and quickly reaches over and makes the tag to Black. Still in the ring, CWM spins the blinded big man around, trying for the POLLYCUTTER~!, but he's sent to the ropes, which still works out in his favor, as CWM rebounds with a diving shoulderblock and Black hits Gunner with sliding kick, the combination of which puts the big man down on his back! Black then runs the ropes again, this time coming off with a kneedrop to the throat of Gunner, knocking the wind out of him and leaving him prone for a pin! ONE! TWO! NO! Crystal interjects herself, driving a boot into the side of Black's head. Rather than run at the Crown Jewel, Black gets up and smiles that wry smile of his, walking over towards Crystal's corner...and hocking a mouthful of flem into her face! COACH UGH! CABOOSE Hey Coach, she wants a kiss. COACH No way, playa. Pleased with himself, Black dodges a lunging slap from the Female Phenom and goes back to the big man, although the power of Gunner comes in handy, as he tackles Black and drives him backwards, crushing him against the turnbuckles! Crystal leans over and tags herself in as her muscle continues to drive his shoulder into Black's ribcage, and once Gunner is ordered out of the ring, Crystal climbs up on the middle rope and starts pounding on Black with closed fists! Black staggers, too stunned to do anything, until he's able to get his arms through Crystal's legs and hoist her upwards, running out of the corner and dropping her with a power...NO! CRYSTAL COUNTERS TO A RANA IN MID-POWERBOMB~! COLE Call her what you want, but that was a hell of a reversal! Black scrambles to get to his feet, but Crystal is waiting with a well timed dropkick...that wasn't well timed at all, as Black saw it coming and swats it away! Crystal comes up to her feet, but is instantly kicked in the ribs, and Black grabs her by the neck for the BLACKOUT~!, but she slips out of it and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope! Crystal tries to relax for a moment, but suddenly she's blasted with a lariat, as CWM jumped off the apron and nailed her, then stomps her down as Black keeps Patrick occupied. CWM then takes her and tosses her back into the ring under the bottom rope, leaving her prone for a Black attack, but as he goes to get back on the apron, he's yanked down by Sharps, who saw his ladyfriend getting assaulted on the other side of the ring. A knee to the gut is enough to double CWM over, and Gunner whips him hard into the guardrail, leaving him hurt on the floor and in no way, shape or form able to make a tag if his partner were to need it. Black looks down at Crystal, slapping her across the back of the head before pulling her up to her feet...and watching her drop, as she's too exhausted to even stand! Black snickers to himself, then reaches down again...but as Crystal comes up she shows she was playing possum to the former Eskimo, as she stuns him with a low blow! With Black doubled over, SHE goes for the Blackout, but he quickly shoves her into the ropes, and carries her over with a hard powerslam on the rebound, staying on top for the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Perturbed by her persistence, Black pulls her to her feet, tossing her hard into the corner before following her and setting her up on the top. Black then follows up, pulling her from her seated perch up to a standing position, and both are now standing on the top... COLE WAIT! NO! Against Patrick's orders, Gunner is back in the ring, placing himself under Black and pulling him onto his shoulders and off of the ropes. The weary Crystal staggers, and nearly falls, but catches herself and leaps off, taking Black's head and bringing down from the height into the canvas, as Gunner sits out with the move! COACH DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY-UM~! COLE A modified Electric Chair/Leaping DDT combo! That was...that was... COACH DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY-UM~! COLE Exactly! Gunner and Crystal help each other recover, as Black's not moving, however Gunner is surprised to be attacked by CWM, who jumps up on his back and tries to claw out the eyes of the big man again! The shock of the assault staggers Gunner, as he moves near the ropes...then reaches over his shoulder and takes CWM by the head, snapmaring him over his shoulder...AND DOWN TO THE FLOOR WITH A SICKENING THUD~! Meanwhile, Crystal runs the ropes, jumping up to the middle rope for DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH~!...but BLACK GETS THE KNEES...NO! Crystal saw it coming and overshot her own move, now applying THE CRYSTALLING~! Patrick has slid out of the ring to check on CWM's condition, and with him distracted (AGAIN), Gunner gets some momentum and delivers a running legdrop to the back of Black's head as he's locked in The Crystalling! CABOOSE He could have broken Black in half! COLE I think he'd be happier if he did. Patrick slides back into the ring, as CWM is motionless on the floor. He sees an unconscious Black locked in the hold, unable to respond to his questions of whether he wants to give or not, and ultimately Patrick has no choice but to ring the bell. DING! DING! DING! CABOOSE Well I'll be. COLE Perhaps the one team no one expected to win this match has gone home with the victory! "Plug In Baby" hits, and Crystal, after a few extra moments, releases the hold, then jumps into the arms of her big bodyguard. BUFFER Here are your winners, the team of GUNNER SHARPS AND CRYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTALLLLLLLLLLLLLL! Crystal looks all too happy, as her obnoxious celebrating only serves to draw more boos from the fans. With the match over, Patrick checks on both Black and CWM, who were brutalized by the former World Champion and her hired hand. COLE What a contest. We knew that the attitudes going in were at a fever pitch, we saw that the veteran squads could not co-exist, and now it cost them, as this young duo have taken the win. CABOOSE CWM and Black, for as accomplished as they are, wanted to take credit for a victory here tonight, and took out Zack and Some Guy. Egos collided once again in the OAOAST, and what you're seeing is the end result. Crystal and Gunner Sharps are you winners, whether you like it or not.

Yep, certainly did. Comments for Toxxic...at least your match didn't stretch the screen into an unreadable length. I'll try and take a better look tommorrow for you, if you get nothing else.

Gimme a couple of hours and I'll have something added for you. Then you'll have to take it from there.

Line of the night was clearly Flair. "And if you're as tough as you look, and that (biting your finger) doesn't hurt ya...I'm gonna grab your TESTICLES.....and I'm gonna PULL 'em!"

You know, instead of Balls/Axl, they could resurrect Balls/Tanaka as a team.

If Sharkboy somehow loses the lawsuit, what do you think his new ring name should be? Because I don't think TNA's going to come up with a better one than any of us might have. They could a series of vignettes, where he grows up from being 'Shark Boy' and somehow becomes 'Shark Man'. Have someone who's doing nothing of note vow to make Shark Boy a man. The 'teacher' shows him how to shave (with mask on), get him his first kiss...stuff like that. They can form a tag team in the meantime and win a few matches. But as he becomes a man, Sharky begins to become a nastier person. He starts to cheat in matches, then turns on his partner. Bada-bing, bada-boom.

Started in July 2003. So that's almost 2 years. Shit. Favourite In Character: Well, favourite match was the first one with Johnny on PPV, which I think was Ground Zero '04. Winning the Clusterfuck tops winning the World Title, even though only one other person showed. Favourite Out of-Character: Being given main event for the last SJL show

^ But, again, they'd be parodying a non-existant stable. It'd get old pretty quick on a weekly show. Now, if they went back to impersonating different combinations of wrestlers/rock bands and not just the NWO...it might work. Balls is actually an underrated wrestler and for his size, can and will bump for people. No problem with him signing. Axl didn't look in any sort of shape the last few times I've seen him though.

But NYU is. If you guy need any help, give me a shout within the next couple of hours and I can write part. I know it's not my match, but hey, I'm a nice guy.

Just to prove I got something in. --------------------------------------------------- "Hey, we're in Romania!" cheers Pete. "Man, it's just one deadbeat country after the next recently, isn't it." "Yes King, but look at this WONDERFUL stadium!" "Who cares? Sure, it'd be a great stadium to play a civilised sport like soccer in. But we come in, fill the place with metal rigging and artificial lights, put a wrestling ring in the middle of the grass...I mean, for crying out loud, the main seats are about fourty feet from the ring! And these people still smell funny." "King's pesimism aside, we have ourselves a Tag Team Title Match up next. And...we really don't need to, nor can be bothered to, say any more about it. Right King?" "#Oh beautiful, nuh nuh nuh skies, for amber blah blah blah. The purple something, majes...#" "Ladies and gentlemen, your following contest is scheduled for one fall...and it is for the SWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!!" "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" The Romanian crowd do shockingly well to understand Funyon's American drawl, before another cheer goes up, as the sounds of the Prodigy’s “Fuel My Fire” rock their Romanian worlds. The fans come to their feet as Wild and Dangerous make their way out to the ring, Wildchild tagging hands with the fans down the aisleway, while Johnny remains totally focused. "Introducing first, the challengers. At a total combined weight of four hundred and thirty three pounds...they are the former THREE time SWF Tag Team Champions... WILDCHILD... JOHNNY DANGEROUS... WILD! AND! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNGGEEEERRROOOUUUUSSSS!!!!" The Romanian crowd pops once more, as Wild and Dangerous roll into the ring. As per usual, referee Red Herrington is quickly on Wildchild's case about the phantom shinguards. "Interesting that Herrington is once again the assigned referee." ponders Pete. "Yeah. Let's just hope he doesn't do such a horrendous job of officiating tonight as he did during the six-man tag match on the last show. Because that was a terrible performance on his part, totally costing Martial Law and Ejiro the match." As Johnny goes through some last minute stretches and Wildchild finally removes his illegal items of clothing, as the opening to "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward hits to once again bring the Bucharest crowd to their feet. Emerging first is Todd Cortez, Megan Skye next to follow...with Landon Maddix a few steps behind. And not looking exactly 'enamoured' with life. “I...CAN...NOT...SAAAVE...YOU! “I! CAN'T! EVEN! SAAAVE...MYYY...SELF!” “SO JUST SAAAVE YOURSELF!” ... “SSSAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVEEE!!!” Watching on, Wild and Dangerous are already eyeing up the gold, as Martial Law advance down the ramp. "And, their opponents. Accompanied to the ring by Megan Skye. At a total combined weight of four hundred, fourty six pounds...the reigning and defending SWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... "THE URBAN LEGEND" TODD CORTEZ... and LANDON "LA CUCARACHA" MADDIX... MMAAAAARRRTTIIAAAAALLL... LLLLLAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW!!!" "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" The Romanian crowd seem split about 50/50 as Martial Law enter into a group huddle out on the floor, Cortez playing spokesperson. Maddix listens on despite looking completely dis-interested, before the huddle breaks and the champions slide into the ring. Stepping back graciously, Wildchild has to use a grip on the shoulder to convince Dangerous to do the same. "There's a lot of tension between these two teams and just as much history..." "You can say that again." yawns King. "...Wild and Dangerous are obviously looking to win the World Tag Team Championships, for what would be a record-breaking fourth time. Only the immortal and down-right sexy Chris Raynor has managed four Tag Team Title reigns in this SWF. But he won those titles with four different partners. If Wild and Dangerous can pull out the win here, they will have won the four titles as a team as well as singularly." "Which is no surprise. You can't have a Johnny Dangerous without a Wildchild. You can't have a Wildchild without Johnny Dangerous...maybe less so on the second, but the point stands." To no surprise, Wildchild is ready to start off for the challengers. Across the ring, any thoughts of discussing who should start on Cortez's part are wasted, as Maddix skulks off to the apron. Cortez shrugs, ready to go. As meanwhile, Maddix checks his latest manicure in the corner. *DING DING DING!* As the bell sounds, Wildchild and Cortez circle each other cautiously before locking up. Cortez displays his power advantage by barging Wildchild back, forcing him against the corner. Quickly, Herrington rushes over and demands a clean break from Cortez, which he...doesn't get, as Cortez fires off a right hand...NO, Wildchild weaves underneath. Cortez spins into the corner and suddenly finds himself on the recieving end of a right hand flurry from The Carribean Cruiser! Todd tries to cover up, but Wildchild clubs through his guard regardless. Eventually, Wildchild stops throwing fists and grabs Cortez's wrist, irish whipping him across into the opposite corner. Cortez hits the buckles and nestles in the corner, as Wildchild dives in after him and spins a full 360 in mid-air, avalanching Cortez with the Blue Crush! Wobbling out of the corner, Cortez gets snapped over with a deep armdrag. Followed up with a second. But an attempted third is halted by a hard PUNT which connects square between the shoulder blades of the stooping challenger, leaving him writhing in agony. Dropping to his knees, Cortez tries a cover... ONE! T... Kickout. Cortez is undettered, pulling Wildchild back up and clubbing him between the shoulders again, this time with a forearm. A quick glance over to the corner tells Cortez that his partner is now more concerned with his headband than the match, so he takes Wildchild and looks for a vertical suplex. Wildchild floats over the top though, landing on his feet behind Cortez. Before his opponent can gain his bearings, Wildchild then leapfrogs over top, running off the ropes in front. Cortez charges him, but Wildchild baseball slides through the legs, forcing Cortez to run on into the ropes. This time it's Cortez going over top with a lariat. Quickly, both men turn on their heels... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOO!!" ...Cortez reacting quickest, with a knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOO!!" ...returned in kind by DubCee! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOO!!" Cortez lashes out again... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOO!!" ...Wildchild quickly retaliating. So Cortez quickly cracks Wildchild in the midsection with a quick kick, before sending him into the ropes again. As the challenger rebounds, Cortez scoops him into his arms and tries to get him in position for his Sitout Spinebuster. But Wildchild wriggles frantically and eventually forces himself over the top of Cortez, with a sunset flip... ONE! T... Kickout. Both men roll up, Cortez swinging and missing with a clothesline...but Wildchild promptly over-shoots a Shuffling Sidekick, allowing Cortez to duck under. Screeching to a halt, Wildchild turns around, eyes bursting open in shock as Cortez whips off a roundhouse kick...which Wildchild is JUST able to leap backwards from. An "OOOOOH!" escapes some of the crowd, as the relieved Wildchild lands in his corner, deciding to tag in Johnny. "That was a lucky break for Wild and Dangerous there." calls King. "If Cortez had connected with that roundhouse, Wildchild would be out for the count right now." Without hesitation, after seeing Johnny deem himself the legal man, Maddix tags Cortez on the shoulder and waves him out to the apron, saying he's "got this". "And finally, it seems like Landon Maddix's interest in this match has been awoken, as he tags himself in. I don't know if Cortez appreciated that or not though." After a brief staredown, the familiar foes lock up. Maddix pushes his feet off the mat, trying to get some leverage and force Johnny backwards, however Johnny just as easily shoves Maddix back, and the tag team co-champion goes stumbling backwards into his own corner. Maddix looks flustered, but Cortez pats him on the shoulder to encourage him, and Maddix goes forward again. Maddix charges at Johnny and locks up again, and the quick lockup distracts Johnny from seeing Red Herrington make the "legal tag" motion, as that pat on the shoulder has brought Cortez into this contest! The Urban Legend steps into the ring, just as Maddix uses a go-behind on Johnny, then pushes him forward, right into the Urban Legend who stuns him with a patented atomic drop, keeling him over! Todd then fires off right hands, knocking Johnny inches back with every blow, until he finally takes him by the arm and sends him in. Cortez catches Dangerous with a hiptoss on the rebound, and as Johnny recovers from that tries for a dropkick...NO! Swatted away by Dangerous! As Cortez gets up Johnny grabs a front facelock, but Cortez slides his head out of it and comes up in front of Johnny, who tries a lariat...DUCKED! Cortez then fires back a sidekick, but that gets caught, and Johnny spins Todd around, right into a kick to the gut, then brings him into a standing headscissors. Johnny reaches down and lifts, but Cortez slips out of his grip and lands right in front of him, kicking Johnny in the gut and snapping him over with a sup...NO! Johnny falls out of the suplex attempt and swings Cortez around, taking him to the mat with a fireman's carry! Johnny then applies a rear chinlock, but Cortez powers up, and hooks Johnny's leg, using his own fireman's carry to break! Johnny comes up, but Todd takes him by the wrist and sends him towards his corner, but Johnny reverses, sending Cortez careening into enemy territory. Cortez, however, remains one step ahead of his opponents, as he uses the momentum to spring to the second rope and leap off, dropkicking Wildchild off the apron! The move distracts Cortez momentarily, enough for Johnny to grab Cortez from behind...but Cortez floats through the lift, landing on his feet and dropkicking Johnny in the back, sending him stumbling into his partner as he pulls himself back onto the apron! Wildchild takes another spill, and Johnny staggers backwards into a back suplex by Cortez, which finally puts the former World Champion down on the canvas. "Ferocious start to this contest, and you can hear the fans show their appreciation as we come to you tonight from one of the most historical sites in world history." "Romania!?!" "No, Greece." "That was last show." "Oh, my bad. Heh. Anyone would think we just ripped this opening from the no-show sixman tag match last week and just deleted any mention of Buck and Ejiro. But that would be just silly." Amidst the applause of the fans, Cortez pulls Johnny up, leading him towards his corner and wrenching his arm, then using his own free arm to tag in Maddix. The crowd buzzes as Maddix slingshots himself in and takes Johnny's other arm and applies an arm wrench of his own, and together Cortez and Maddix pull Johnny back before propelling him forward, chest first into their corner. Johnny stumbles back, and Maddix fires off with a quick slap across the face of his old foe, which draws Herrington over for some scolding. That's exactly what Maddix wanted, however, as he keeps Herrington busy while Johnny gets launched into the ropes and comes back into a Cortez standing dropkick. "Nice double teamwork by Maddix and Cortez, which hasn't always been a feature of their tenure as a team. It's been a rather 'strenuous' relationship." "Well, that may be true Pete, but all teams go through periods like that. Hell, Johnny and Wildchild have had their differences in the past, let's not forget. There's always a little bit of ego or a little bit of jealousy that builds up within teams or stables, especially when you've got egos involved. And believe me, with Landon Maddix, there's PLENTY of ego involved." Cortez works the crowd a bit before Herrington comes to him and reminds him to get out of the ring, while Maddix pulls Johnny up off the mat. Dangerous quickly knocks the hands of the champion away, and comes up with a European uppercut to stun him, then grabs his arm and twists it before setting it behind his back, applying a hammerlock. Maddix quickly fights back, throwing back an elbow to the side of Johnny's head and then racing towards the ropes. Johnny quickly drops his head as Maddix rebounds and leapfrogs over the top secret operative, but grounds himself rather than run the ropes again. Dangerous turns around, and instantly Landon springs up off his feet and onto Johnny's shoulders, snapping him over with a Hurri-Lanrana! "Excellent work by Maddix, catching Johnny off guard!" Johnny rolls to the ropes, and as he gets to his feet Maddix comes towards him with a full head of steam. Thinking quickly, Johnny ducks down and back bodydrops Maddix over the ropes...but the champion lands on the apron! Johnny moves away from the ropes, but his partner calls out a warning to him that Maddix is not on the floor as he had intended. He turns around, and Landon comes soaring into the ring as he springboards off the top rope with a flying bodypress...caught by Johnny! Dangerous immediately hurls him over head with a fallaway slam, and now the Next Generation is down on the canvas! "Nice work by the W&D corner, letting Johnny know in the nick of time to prepare for Maddix's aerial assault." applauds Pete. With Maddix dazed, Johnny quickly moves to his corner and tags in Wildchild. The Carribean Cruiser stays on the apron, watching Maddix pull himself up with the help of the ropes...then races across the apron and lariats Maddix back down! Once that blow connects, Wildchild vaults majestically to the top rope, waiting on The Next Generation to get back to his feet. The champion is slow to do so, looking dis-orientated as he wanders around the ring, searching for Wildchild. Unable to find his opponent on the mat, Maddix turns around to check the ropes...just as Wildchild soars off the top with a flying crossbody, that crushes Maddix and leaves him grounded for a pinfall attempt... ONE! TW... Kickout. Despite his opponent escaping the pin, Wildchild keeps the pressure on with a side headlock. With the headlock applied, Wildchild pulls Landon to his feet, wheeling around to his corner and allowing Johnny to re-enter the match. Johnny quickly goes to the ribs with an uppercut, not once but twice, before Wildchild finally releases his grip on Maddix and initiates a double irish whip. Back shoots Landon, getting snatched over with a double hiptoss. Quickly, Johnny charges across the ring and barges into Cortez. That lures the Urban Legend into the ring, distracting referee Herrington and allowing Wild and Dangerous to hit a somersault legdrop/standing frog splash combo on Maddix. "A smart move from Johnny to lure in Cortez, which bought himself and Wildchild a few more seconds for another tag team manouever." points out Pete. "Well, it's hardly their first rodeo, Pete. They know what they're doing." "Obviously. But usually, it would be Wild and Dangerous' opponents using those tactics. It seems like nowadays though, Wildchild and especially Johnny have made a concerted effort to be more ruthless in their methods." Having delivered the frog splash, Johnny remains on Maddix until finally Herrington rushes over... ONE! TW... Only two. As he questions the count - and why it took so long for Herrington to make it - Johnny drags Maddix back to his feet. Maddix manages to fire off a forearm strike, but Johnny quickly drives his knee into the breadbasket of his opponent to put him on the backfoot again. Taking a moment to shake off the forearm shot, Johnny then hooks up Maddix and snaps him over with a quick vertical suplex. "ONE!" The crowd catch on quickly as Dangerous rolls through and drags up Maddix again. From the outside, Megan tries to encourage her man to find a counter... "TWO!" ...but he can't, Dangerous hitting the second of a possible three rolling verticals. To their feet come Maddix and Dangerous again, with Johnny still clinging onto Maddix. He takes a quick moment to smirk at Cortez before lifting Maddix up for the third... ...but Maddix floats over, landing behind Johnny and connecting with a Dropsault to the back of the head. Knocked loopy, Dangerous collapses throat first across the middle rope, giving Maddix the opportunity to tag out. And opportunity he passes up though, as he hits the opposite ropes with a long distance phonecall in mind. "Here we go, Maddix is going to dial it up... 6 0 ...NO!" The 605 doesn't connect, as Dangerous manages to pull himself off the middle rope just in time. Whipping around, Maddix lands on his feet and quickly targets Wildchild, charging and barging him off the apron and to the floor. As he turns around though, Maddix lumbers and gets caught with a boot to the gut from the recovered Dangerous. Johnny then wraps Maddix up, snapping him over with the third suplex to belatedly complete his three rolling verticals. But Johnny isn't done, as he pulls Landon up once more. Rather than attempt a fourth vertical, Johnny releases his front facelock on the Next Generation and instead hooks his arm under Maddix's head, hooking the tights and hurling him over with an Exploder suplex! "It's a suplex fest from Dangerous...and it's a cover from Dangerous!" ONE! TWO! ..Suddenly, Cortez rushes the ring, stomping Dangerous in the back of the head. Herrington reprimands Cortez and orders him back to the corner. But before he can even get close, the furious Dangerous leaps to his feet and PLOUGHS through him with a stiff clothesline! Johnny then strides back over to Maddix, mounting the co-champion and taking out some more of his frustration with some straight right hands! "Uh-oh, Johnny's lost it here." "I don't think Dangerous appreciated being kicked in the head by Cortez. And the result is Maddix getting the snot beat out of him. Which is always a good thing." Sensing his partner is losing his composure slightly, Wildchild calls out to Johnny asking to be tagged back in. Dangerous seems not to want to leave, dropping an elbow to Maddix's chest. But eventually, he repents, tagging Wildchild in and yelling at him to 'finish this punk off'. Wildchild isn't in any hurry though, waiting for Maddix to get up. Looking worn down, Maddix slowly begins to pull himself to his feet. Like a blur, Wildchild suddenly sprints past him, bouncing off the ropes in front and wiping The Next Generation out with a patented leg lariat. Maddix gets flipped over from the impact, dangerously close to landing on his head. Wildchild quickly rolls him over, attempting a pin... ONE! TWO! ...*wham!*, in comes Cortez with another boot to break the count prematurely. Wildchild keeps his head better than his partner had moments earlier though, letting Herrington do his job while he does his. Namely, pulling Maddix back up and whipping him hard into the turnbuckles. Almost bouncing out, Maddix's legs give way and he falls back into the corner. Allowing Wildchild to sprint towards him, with a leap and a 360 spin...avalanching Maddix with the Blue Crush! "More textbook Wildchild agility there." enthuses Pete. "Meh. Hardly anything to write home about Pete. Hell, if you didn't have a replacement hip and pacemaker keeping you alive, I'm sure you could spin in a circle too." Winded, Maddix staggers out of the corner. Wildchild drops to one knee while slamming his elbow into Maddix's abdomen, doubling his opponent over and allowing him to reach up and snapmare Landon over. Quick as a flash, Wildchild then runs to the very edge of the ring and signals to the crowd for some support. A cheer goes up for the ever popular Carribean, in anticipation as much as support, as Wildchild suddenly tumbles off of his hands and flips himself across the mid-drift of the fallen Galactico! "Handspring Moonsault!" Pete cheers. "How does that rank on the agility stakes then, King?" ".....you don't win points for style in wrestling, DrainClogger." "Somebody sounds jealous." "You're kidding me, right? Just give me my Ace Of Clubs and I could do TEN times the damage that Wildchild just did with that flippy crap. And I wouldn't risk popping my shoulder or hip out of joint in the process." With Maddix now groaning in pain, Wildchild rushes the ropes and follows up his agility with a more simplistic running back senton. He then rolls over, keeping a close eye on Cortez while pinning down the winded Maddix... ONE! TWO! T... Kickout, although much weaker than before. "LAND - DON!" "LAND - DON!" "LAND - DON!" The vocal majority of the Bucharest crowd give their broken-English backing to Maddix, as Wildchild drags him up and brings Johnny back into the match. "Look at Todd Cortez, literally pacing the apron...like a wild animal, waiting to pounce." observes Pete. "If Maddix can get over and make a tag, then Wild and Dangerous are going to be in trouble." "But, that's easier said than done." points out King, as together, Johnny and Wildchild connect with a double gutbuster. "For starters, Maddix has to make sure this referee is actually watching the match and not trying to break up a fight in the eighteenth row." As Wildchild vacates to the apron, Dangerous stands over the kneeling Next Generation and prods him with his foot a couple of times. The challenger is clearly revelling in having Maddix lie hurting at his feet. Maybe a little too much. Casually, Johnny eventually reaches down and pulls Maddix up by the hair, dragging him face to face and just JAMMING his knee into the midsection of Maddix. Another ruthless knee follows, Dangerous continuing to hold Maddix up by the hair as he fires in a third, pinpoint knee. Maddix coughs and splutters, dropping to one knee, as Dangerous glares down at him. "C'mon Maddix!" screams Dangerous, paintbrushing him across the head in as demeaning a way as possible. "Is that all you've got!?!" Another paintbrush. "C'mon you sorry son of a bitch, HIT ME!" *SLAP!* Right on cue, Maddix reaches up and slaps the taste out of Johnny's mouth! Which proves a big mistake, as Johnny snaps once more, starting to rain down right hands on Maddix, throwing whatever gameplan he and Wildchild had right out of the window in the process! "Look at Johnny go!" booms Pete. "What an offensive ERUPTION!" "Those are closed fists Pete, which is illegal!" King whines in response. "At least Maddix had the courtesy open up his hand before hitting Dangerous!" Johnny continues to fire away on Maddix, backing up with each shot. Not in one direction. But battering all over the entire ring! And Johnny won't relent, Maddix resembling a pinball as he's bounced from pillar to post, with only Red Herrington's intervention stopping Dangerous' onslaught. As Herrington pulls him away, Dangerous' rage just about subsides before he swipes out at the referee. "YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" As in the background, the crowd erupt. "Cortez made the tag!" cries Pete, as The Urban Legend dives into the ring. Turning around, Herrington obviously didn't see the tag made...but seeing as Maddix fell right at the feet of his partner, Herrington uses common sense that was sorely missing during the six-man tag team match and calls the tag. "And Herrington's allowing it!" Bursting out of the corner, Cortez takes advantage on the momentary confusion and wipes out Dangerous with a clothesline! Another clothesline! In comes Wildchild, sensing his partner's troubles...and gets thrown with a BIIIIIIG~! backbody drop!! Back up comes Dangerous, but Cortez is on a roll...and prompts rolls behind Dangerous, shocking him with a schoolboy roll-up... ONE! TWO! Broken up by Wildchild. "Well, we said that if Cortez got in, that all hell would break loose. And sure enough..." Holding onto Cortez, Wildchild tries to calm him down with a series of right hands. Cortez lashes him with a kick across the gut though, another sending Wildchild stumbling back, giving Cortez room to charge. Wildchild ducks a clothesline though, wheeling around and charging in his own right. But Cortez promptly steps in, grabbing The Carribean Cruiser over his shoulder and SNAPPING him down with a Sitout Spinerbuster! Cover by Cortez... ONE! TWO! Broken up by Dangerous. "Cortez could so with some help here." points out Pete. "But I don't think his partner has any idea where he even is." "Eh, Cortez is better off without that punk on his side anyway." Now, Dangerous has Cortez and backs him into the corner. But before he can unload, Cortez grabs him by the scruff of the neck and spins him into the corner instead... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOO!!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOO!!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOO!!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOO!!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOO!!" ...and offloads FIVE, word-wasting, match length increasing knifedge chops! Dangerous is in shock from the stinging effects and gasps for air in the corner. Meanwhile, Cortez strolls out of the corner. A quick jab stuns Wildchild, before Cortez charges back at Johnny and hurdles onto the middle ropes, falling back and Monkey Flipping Johnny... ...RIGHT INTO WILDCHILD!! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" "Two birds taken out with one stone and Todd Cortez is giving us all he has right now! But can it be enough?" As Johnny rolls off of his squashed partner, Cortez quickly ambushes him with a right hand, SIGNALLING FOR THE RIOT ACT PLUS and pulling him into a standing headscissors... ...just as Landon Maddix dives over, an Oklahoma Roll plucking Dangerous out of Cortez's grasp... ONE! TWO! THR... NOOOOOOO!! Maddix gets back up, reayd to question the count. But as soon as he reaches his feet, he faces questions from Todd Cortez, who seems less than happy at Maddix ruining his plans. The champions are now standing face to face in the centre of the ring and arguing away. Despite Megan's pleas to stop. And her cries of "watch out!" *SMACK!* *SMACK!* A dropkick from either side suddenly connects with the backs of Cortez and Maddix's head, causing them to crash forward and clock heads with each other as well! The crowd pop, at least the pro W&D section, as Martial Law lumbers around. Both turn around. Both getting a boot to the gut, both getting their arms chickenwinged behind their backs and turning in underneath their opponents. "Oh no..." "Oh yes!" Dangerous pauses, waiting while Wildchild gets Maddix up... *WHAM - WHAM!* ...BEFORE THEY BOTH DROP OUT, WITH STEREO WILD-RIDES~! "NO!" is the scream from Megan as the Martial Law duo uncrumple, and are immediately covered... ONE! TWO! THREEEEE!!!! *DING DING DING!* "YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" "THEY GOT HIM!" cries Pete in shock, as Wild and Dangerous leap to their feet in unison and embrace in the ring. "WILD AND DANGEROUS...FOUR TIME TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!" "What the hell happened there?" In come the belts, Johnny and Wildchild re-claiming 'their' gold and embracing once more. "Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the match...AND NEW SWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... WILD... AND... DAAAANNGGEEEEERRROOOOOOUUUUUSSSSS!!!!" "What the hell happened?" repeats King. "Maddix and Cortez had it all going their way one minute...and the next, they get beat. Completely out of nowhere!" "A surprising win, at least in it's existance, for Wild and Dangerous. Four time Tag Team Champions, take nothing away from them. But I don't think we have heard the last of this Martial Law situation...however, we have heard the last of it for tonight, because the main event is up next and we're running out of time with this segment *wink wink*...so, here's some commercials."

We did? Uhh... what's the penalty for not bleeding? Well, I did. So you can blame me. In other news, shit will go down as I already have a promo planned. It's big.