King Cucaracha

BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is your First Round Anderson Cup contest, scheduled for one fall! "The Greatest Man That Ever Lived" hits and plays James Blonde to the ring, backed up by his Samoan Wrecking Ball, the crazed looking Faqu. BUFFER Introducing team number one. Total combined weight, five hundred and nine pounds. They represent CUCARACHA INTERNACIONAL and are one half of the OAOAST 8-Man Tag Team Champions... the number 7 seed in the 2010 Anderson Cup... the team of "THE TRENDSETTER" JJJAAAAAMMMMEEEEESSSS BBLLLLOOOOOOONNDDEEEEEEE... and, "THE SAMOAN WRECKING BALL" FFFFFAAAAAAQQQUUUUUUUUUUU!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Faqu approaches the cameraman in front of him and stares down the lens, into YOUR SOUL. Until Blonde drags him away and towards the ring. COLE James Blonde and Faqu, representing Cucaracha Internacional. Seeded partly on the strength of their success as part of an eight man team in 2009. But certainly a capable team in their own right. COACH So how's the OAOAST gonna play these guys like this? The only reigning tag team champions in the Anderson Cup. And they don't even get to know who their opponents are!? COLE First off, they're tag team champions, with two other partners. Which they won't be tonight. And they are facing a mystery team tonight, mystery entrants into this year's Anderson Cup, which if you ask me is pretty exciting for us and for the fans. Don't you like surprises? COACH I like surprises. I bet JB and Faqu don't. Hopping up and down Blonde stays limber as he goes over long and lengthy instructions with Faqu. The Samoan just nods his head and ocassionally grunts, while wiggling his fingers ready to fight. BUFFER And now, ladies and gentlemen, introducing their opponents! An expectant cheer goes up as Blonde continues to lay the law down to his Samoan buddy. COLE Who's it going to be? COACH I dunno, but I've got a bad feeling about this. COLE How so? COACH Well... [i][font="Arial Black"][color="#FF00FF"]Hey, hey, you, you I don't like your girlfriend! No way, no way! I think you need a new one Hey, hey, you, you I could be your girlfriend![/color][/font][/i] "YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!~!!~~!" COACH Aw, damnit. The Chicago crowd erupt and pandemonium breaks out in the stands as the familiar strains of "Girlfriend" by Avril Lavigne bounce through the arena. Stopping in mid-instruction, James Blonde freezes, slowly turning his head back towards the stage with pure dread in his eyes. [i][font="Arial Black"][color="#FF00FF"]Hey, hey, you, you! I know that you like me! No way, no way! No, it's not a secret Hey, hey, you, you!! I want to be your girlfriend![/color][/font][/i] On the verge of tears, James Blonde grabs the referee by the shirt and drops to his knees, PLEADING with him, "not [i]them[/i]... [i]anyone[/i] but them." "YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" But it IS them, CHICKS OVER DICKS, riding out on the motorised platform holding "ALIX'S BAR" to another HUGE reaction from the fans. Alix lays across the bar with a big smile on her face and a wave to the crowd, while the returning Krista is busy behind the bar mixing cocktails and serving drinks. To herself. BUFFER Introducing, the record-shattering former FOUR-TIME OAOAST World Tag Team Champions!! Hailing from Los Angeles, California! The team of, the reigning OAOAST United States Champion, "THE HOLLYWOOD BAD GIRL", ALIX MMMAAAAARRRRIIIIAAAAA SSSSSPPEEEEEEZZZIIIIIIAAAAAA!!!! And, her tag team partner. She is a best selling author and star of the world famous FIT with KID line of exercise videos! 2009's most searched superstar on Yahoo, 2009's highest trending OAOAST topic on Twitter, 2009's Angle Award winning Wrestler Of The Year, more famous than everyone else put together and multiplied by four! She is a former two-time OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion... ladies and gentlemen, "MISS CALIFORNIA"... KKRRIIIIISSTTAAAA ISADORA... DDUUUUUUUUUUUUNNCCAAAAAAAAAAAAANN!!!! Together, they are your #2 seeds in the Anderson Cup, the incomparable... CCHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIICCKKSSSSSSSSS OOOOVVVEEERRRRRR DDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCKKSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!! "YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Alix jumps up and wings a couple of frisbees deep into the crowd, starting a couple of mini-riots to grab them and sell them on eBay, before it dies out under the weight of forced free postage and corporate mis-management. Tearing herself away from the free liqour she's surrounded by, Krista struts down the entrance ramp, which resembles a makeshift catwalk, complete with glitter carpeting the floor. A wind machine kicks into action to softly blow Krista hair around, startling Alix as she blows her magic super-imposed lips causing kiss to the camera, before complaining about the cold breeze. Behind her, Krista is suddenly hounded by photographers and journalists all dressed in black, jotting down notes on a notepad. At the end of the catwalk, Krista stops and strikes a pose. Before noticing Alix is in her way and has filled up the screen with dozens of special effect lipstick marks. KRISTA We really need separate entrances next time. ALIX Agreed. Krista jumps to the apron and hangs herself upside down on the third rope, giving the crowd an alluring and much-missed bird's eye view, while Alix slides into the ring and waves jubilantly to the fans. COLE What a moment! What a surprise! Chicks Over Dicks are back! And they're in the Anderson Cup! COACH I hate surprises. Having vacated to the floor, James Blonde looks on in despair while keeping Faqu held back. Chicks Over Dicks rule the ring and play to the Chicago crowd for a while, because... well, hey, why not? They're Chicks Over Dicks. They can do what they want. COLE This changes the entire complexion of the 2010 Anderson Cup. Chicks Over Dicks, the former four-time Tag Team Champions, in the field of eight. Or, as it is currently, seven. And every other team left in the Anderson Cup's hearts must have sunk the moment they saw Krista and Alix come to the ring, not least the heart of James Blonde. As COD continue the hog the spotlight, the camera zoom in on Krista's right arm, which is wrapped in a light cast. COLE And I guess now we have to wonder, how close to 100% is Krista? We haven't seen her since she was robbed of the OAOAST World Title at the Halloween Spectacular by Reject, after she had suffered a broken arm at the hands of Leon Rodez of course. COACH It's been like two and a half months. There's no way she's 100% healed. COLE Well I do know that Krista's recent diagnoses were quite optimistic about the severity of the break and the time she would be out. But, even so, you have to wonder if Krista has rushed back too soon, in time for the Anderson Cup. Let's hope not. Prancing and posing over Chicks Over Dicks finally concede to the referee that they're ready for the mundanity of actually having to wrestle. However, Blonde doesn't look quite so ready and stalls on the outside while Krista and Alix kick back and discuss Spring vacation plans. COACH Cole, I'm not a doctor... COLE Really!? COACH ...but I know some stuff. And I know it can take years for a broken bone to completely heal. Not months. Not weeks. Years. So Krista ain't 100%. And that arm's gonna be a bullseye for everyone she's in that ring with in the near future. Finally getting into the ring, Blonde looks across at COD with a distinct lack of confidence. Alix convinces Krista to let her start the match and finally we're ready to go. *DINGDINGDING!* ALIX YIPPEE! WAHOO! YE-HA! WHOO-HO! Jumping up and down in wild celebration like something out of a Disney teen flick, Alix seems very happy to hear the bell for some reason. ALIX WAHEY! WHOOP WHOOP! YAZZOO! BLONDE Hey. Hey, calm down. ALIX I CAN'T! I'M TOO EXCITED! BLONDE Just... just settle down. ALIX I JUST WANT TO JUMP! AND WAVE MY HANDS! AND KICK MY FEET UP BEHIND ME! LIKE THIS! BLONDE Would you knock it off? What are you so excited about!? What!? ALIX THIS! Alix makes one final jump and bonks Blonde on the head with a double axehandle blow! Blonde quickly rolls away to the ropes and rubs the top of his head, as Alix chuckles to herself, in such a way that it's obvious to everyone in the arena that she's chuckling. So, not to herself at all. COLE This could be a long night for James Blonde. Pulling on the rope in frustration, Blonde stomps around the ring with his hands on his hips. Alix decides to do the same thing and mock the pouting Blonde, which just makes him even madder. After circling, pounting and stomping, they lock up. Blonde grabs a side headlock but doesn't dare celebrate yet. Still mocking, Alix stands in the headlock with her hands on her hips and a pout on her face. Blonde yells at her to "stop it" again, which she doesn't, so he ends up pouting for real. COLE Come on. There's no sulking in wrestling! Alix gets tired of mocking Blonde, at least while having her head squeezed, so looks to escape. Stomping on Blonde's toes, she slips out of the headlock into one of her own. Blonde quickly shoves Alix off, into the ropes. A shoulder tackle knocks her down, for a cover... 1... No, Alix quickly out. COACH That's right JB, show her what a man can do! COLE You mean stuff like pouting? Locking up again, Blonde grabs the side headlock. Alix quickly shoves Blonde into the ropes though. As he comes back Alix prepares to knock Blonde down with a shoulder tackle. But JB comes out on top and covers again... 1... No, Alix kicks out. Another lock up sees Alix get the headlock this time. Working his way out Blonde delivers a shot to the gut before he throws Alix to the ropes. As he lowers his shoulder though, Alix takes a step to the left and runs right past him. Blonde turns around and tries again, but over-compensates, allowing Alix to step to the right and keep going. Getting frustrate, JB tries the shoulder again. And again. But Alix continues to dodge, until she's built enough speed to hit a flying shoulder block and knock Blonde off his feet!! "YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh yeah! Showing you what a woman can do! Cover by Alix... 1... 2... No! Blonde is out and fuming, as Alix has had her fun and tags in Krista. "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" As Krista steps in, Blonde ducks out, not in any hurry to lock it up with the former World Champion. COLE And a warm welcome back for Krista from this Chicago crowd. "MAKE HIM EAT YOUR BUTT!" screams one clearly drunken fan as Krista squares off with Blonde. Krista dodges behind Blonde and gets him in a waistlock, only for Blonde to switch it around. Krista ducks behind, into a hammerlock. Countering into his own hammerlock Blonde then gets the side headlock, giving him a little confidence as he exchanges holds with Krista. Shooting the Canadian off the ropes, Krista drops down. Blonde navigates that, then goes under a leapfrog, charging back off the ropes... KRISTA [size=5][color=red][b]STOP![/b][/color][/size] ...Blonde slams on the brakes and gets slapped across the face by Krista! KRISTA Heh heh, you actually stopped. Angrily Blonde lunges at Krista, who swoops underneath and hits the ropes. A drop down by Blonde buys him time to throw up his own hands at the oncoming Krista... BLONDE [size=5][color=red][b]STOP![/b][/color][/size] ...Krista slams on the brakes, and then slaps Blonde across the face again! "YYYYAAAAAAAYYYY!!" COLE Can't kid a kidder. Another missed lunge allows Krista to run the ropes once more. A leapfrog this time from Blonde, forcing Krista to come off the ropes again... BLONDE [size=5][color=red][b]STOOOOPPP![/b][/color][/size] Krista slows down and just looks at Blonde with disdain. KRISTA You realise, I'm just going to slap you. BLONDE Uh... not if I slap you first! KRISTA Well, if you slap me first, I'll just slap you back and tear your face off. BLONDE OH MY GOD LOOK UP THERE! As Blonde points to the ceiling trying to distract Krista, she just groans and shakes her head. KRISTA I'm not going to look up there. I'm going to slap you. BLONDE But, now I know it's coming. KRISTA Doesn't matter, I'll still slap you. BLONDE Yeah, but... your shoe is untied. KRISTA My shoe isn't untied. BLONDE Yeah, it's untied. Totally untied. KRISTA So, if I look down at my shoe to check to see if it's tied, you're telling me that you're not going to try and slap me? BLONDE I promise that I won't slap you. KRISTA I'm not sure I believe you. I mean, for one thing... oh, hey, is that Landon over there? BLONDE Where!? Blonde turns around, sees no sign of Landon, turns back around... and Krista slaps him across the face!! "YYYYYYAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!" COACH Oh lord. As Blonde bumbles around holding his face, he gets rolled up by Krista... 1... 2... Kickout! Blonde stomps his feet and kicks up a fuss as he gets back up. Having had his fill of COD's antics, the Canadian then tags in Faqu and instructs him to take care of Krista. COLE Just like that, the fun and games may be over. The big Samoan steps into the ring and beats his chest, before charging at Krista. By the time he gets to where Krista was standing though, Miss California has gone, slapping Alix on the shoulder before she slips out of the ring. KRISTA Go get him Ally. I believe in you. Alix slowly gets into the ring, not looking so sure as her partner. Faqu backs up, retracing his steps, then tries to charge his new opponent... ...who tags right back out to Krista. ALIX Uhm, I believe in you more, you get him. COLE Krista and Alix unable to decide who's going to square off with Faqu. And Faqu looks a little frustrated. He just wants someone to tear into, whoever it is. Both stood on the apron, Krista and Alix have a little lovers spat while Faqu stares on blankly. The two go back and forth, "tagging" each other. Blonde urges the referee from his corner to force one of the two to get in the ring. Eventually, Krista agrees to a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide. Which she wins via forfeit as she chooses paper, while Alix chooses the Wu Tang hand sign. ALIX Gah, every time! COACH Come on, Wu Tang should totally beat paper! As Alix climbs back into the ring, Faqu retreats again. Beating his chest, he roars out and charges across the ring again, but comes to a stop as Alix calmly walks off to the side. Faqu flies into a rage this time and charges at Alix one final time, only to go flying up over the top as Alix pulls the rope down on him! COLE What a fool I was! The fun and games never stop with Chicks Over Dicks! Faqu jumps back up and starts flipping out on the arena floor, storming after timekeepers and camera man as Blonde tries desperately to calm the savage Samoan down. Once he gets Faqu under control, Blonde tries to lead him back to the ring. As they approach the apron, they both look up to see Alix, leaping to the top rope and plummeting down onto them with a beautiful body press to the arena floor!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" Alix rolls off of Faqu and rolls back into the ring, busting out a sexy disco dance. COLE Vinny Valentine, eat your heart out! Slapping the ring apron in a rage, Faqu climbs back in and goes after Alix again. A dropdown from Alix sends Faqu into the path of Krista, who has wandered down the apron, simply to pull the ropes down on Faqu again! COACH Oh come on! COLE Chicks Over Dicks, taming the beast here on their return to HeldDOWN~! Faqu gets back up again, and gets knocked right back down by Krista's cannonball dive off the apron!!!! COLE And Krista getting in on the act! COD have not lost a step in their absence! "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" While the commotion is going on on the outside, inside, James Blonde rolls back in and attacks a distracted Alix from behind. Boos rain down on Blonde as he clubs away at Alix's back, then stomps her into the mat. The referee tells Blonde to leave the ring but he pitches a fit back at him, before picking Alix up and whipping her to the ropes. Alix catches Blonde while he's still arguing with the official though, wrapping her legs around with a headscissors takedown. Back up, Blonde goes for a clothesline. But Alix ducks and Krista returns to the apron to pull the ropes down on The Trendsetter this time! COLE That broken arm not affecting Krista's ability to lower that top rope. Blonde and Faqu pick themselves up on the floor, as Alix prepares to dive again. Running across the ring, she vaults over the top rope, aided by Krista's magic rope pulling trick, WIPING OUT BLONDE AND FAQU WITH A SOMERSAULT PLANCHA!!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COLE I don't care if Krista's 100% or not. So far, she's kicking two people's asses without laying a finger on them. That's impressive, even by Krista's standards! COACH If she wants to impress me, she'll quit pulling the ropes down and pull her skirt down instead. Until then, not interested! Alix rolls back in to tag Krista, making her legal. The former World Champion throws Faqu back inside and then heads to the top rope. As she leaves the top Faqu instinctively ducks his head, forcing Krista to improvise. She tries a top rope sunset flip, but even her momentum off the top can't bring Faqu down and he gets his balance, before sitting out, aiming to squash Krista's ample chest. Luckily for all concerned, Krista moves out of the way. Faqu lands hard on the mat and takes a low dropkick to the face, before being held down for the pin... 1... 2... No! Firing a couple of quick kicks into Faqu's doughy midsection, Krista hits the ropes. A swipe from Faqu is ducked by Miss California, coming back off the far ropes with another dropkick. Faqu wobbles, but doesn't go down. Which troubles Krista. COACH Now you done it. Let's see what good pulling the rope down does you now. Krista thinks over her strategy before coming off the ropes again. With a dropkick not enough Krista decides to fling her entire body at Faqu, figuring that will do the job. But Faqu catches Krista! Faqu then hurls Krista to the mat with a uranage, bouncing her head off the canvas!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Yeah~! COLE Teasing the beast was fun, but Krista got too close to the animal's jaws and she paid for it. With Krista left holding her back of her head, Blonde demands the tag and runs in to make the cover... 1... 2... No! Blonde stomps Krista in the ribs. And again. Reaching down, Blonde then grabs the arm, causing Krista to panic and kick him in the BUTT. COLE Uh-oh, watch that arm. Not appreciating the kick, Blonde drops to his knees and chokes Krista, then makes another cover... 1... 2... No! Blonde looks down at Krista and suddenly gets a rush of blood to the head, trying to surprise her with the LIONSAULT... but Krista rolls out of the way! COLE Nobody home on that one! Not sure that was a great idea on Blonde's part, if you've got Krista down you've got to take advantage while you can. Holding his stomach as he gets back up Blonde gets struck across the face with an elbow. And a second. Loading up, Krista then prepares to use her cast as a weapon to crush JB's face once and for all. The referee jumps in to block this illegal shot though, allowing Blonde to hit a quick knee to the gut. Krista falls backwards into her opponent's corner and into the clutches of Faqu, who reaches over the ropes and starts to maul her. Able to break free, Krista hangs Faqu's throat across the top rope though. COACH If only the chick in King Kong had a rope she could have used to escape. COLE Look out though! Krista takes a second too long to turn around and when she does, Blonde has sprung to the middle rope and fires off a dropkick, sending Krista flying through the ropes to the arena floor!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COLE Great springboard dropkick by Blonde and that may have turned the tide right there! Pleased with himself Blonde walks across the ring and taunts Alix, drawing her into the ring. Meanwhile on the outside, Faqu picks up Krista and starts mauling her again, then runs her back-first into the ring apron! Faqu prepares to do even more damage, but Blonde instructs him to throw Krista back inside so she can be pinned... 1... 2... No! Blonde argues the count with the referee while Krista groans in pain beside him. COACH Now we're seeing Faqu and JB in action. A great team with a great dynamic, a great strategy. COLE A strategy which seems to be Blonde telling Faqu "you do the damage and I'll get the glory." COACH Exactly! A great strategy. If you've got a 300 pound Samoan in your corner, you're not going to tell him to do wacky little dances and strut around the ring, are you? Why buy a dog and then bark yourself? Tag is made, bringing Faqu in. After some instructions from Blonde, they throw Krista off with a double whip. Blonde drops down, forcing Krista to run right into the path of a Samoan Wrecking Ball, just smashing her down to the ground with all his Samoan might! As Alix looks on with concern, Faqu walks around his fallen opponent. Off the ropes, he then crushes Krista beneath the weight of a BIG Splash!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COACH That's gonna do it! Count ref! 1... 2... NO! COLE We almost saw the end of Krista right there. 300 pounds, crashing down on her and yet still, able to kick out. COACH I ain't even surprised anymore. I don't know what this woman has that makes her so resiliant, but she's got a lot of it. Also, her funbags worked like airbags then. Faqu looks confused at the fact Krista kicked out, so Blonde calls him over to tag in and keep the momentum, and keep Krista from making the tag. He drags Krista back into the middle of the ring and drops an elbow to the back. Blonde then hits a double stomp to the back, arching Krista's spine awkwardly. Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! "LET'S GO KRIS - TA!" *clap clap clapclapclap* "LET'S GO KRIS - TA!" *clap clap clapclapclap* Apparantly distracted by the crowd, Blonde suddenly takes a detour and knocks Alix off the apron!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE That was a cheapshot! Blonde laughs it up as he goes to pick Krista up, but isn't laughing for long, as he's surprised with a jawbreaker! Bad back and all, Krista then connects with a 360 enziguri, rapping Blonde across the side of the head! The crowd cheer and Krista quickly rolls over the top of Blonde, over to the corner to make the tag. Only problem being, Alix is still picking herself up on the outside. COLE No-one to tag! What bad luck for Chicks Over Dicks! Not able to hang around for her girlfriend, a frustrated Krista is forced to go back in and fight for herself. As Blonde gets to his feet Krista puts her back to the test again and launches herself onto Blonde's shoulder, looking for a hurricanrana. But Blonde counters with a POWERBOMB!! 1... 2... NO!! COLE Two and a half, that was a close one for Krista! COACH Give it up for the brains of James Blonde though, to take Alix out of the equation. This man has learned so much from his mentor, Landon Maddix. He's like a mini-version. A spitting image. COLE A creepy stalker who dresses up as you and follows you everywhere you go. Yeah, I see what you're saying there Coach. Tag is made to Faqu again, Blonde more firm with his instructions with the Samoan, to finish Krista off. Alix picks herself back up and gets back onto the apron, far too late for Krista's benefit. Dragged up by the hair, Krista is scooped and slammed in the centre of the ring. Faqu beats his chest, Blonde nodding with a smile as he looks on. Backing into the ropes, Faqu then measures Krista and drives his head... INTO THE MAT, as Krista avoids a jumping headbutt! COACH Didn't phase him! Didn't phase him! Thanks to his traditionally hard Samoan cranium Faqu is right back up and right after Krista. A clothesline is ducked by KID though. Seeing the turnbuckles in front of her Krista runs towards them, vaulting off the middle rope. Her attempted crossbody ends with her getting CAUGHT in Faqu's arms, for the second time in the match. This time though Krista has the counter, kicking her legs until she manages to swing herself around and drive Faqu's head into the mat again with a DDT!! COACH Didn't phase him... did it? Faqu is quickly back up again, but much slower to attack this time. COLE I think it may have rattled the big guy. Taking aim, Krista PUNTS Faqu in the stomach with the toe of her platform heels. With a grown, Faqu doubles up. Krista then comes off the ropes and takes a big swing with her bad arm, clocking Faqu right in the head... ...and watching as he slowly topples backwards to the mat!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH SHE HIT HIM WITH THE CAST! COLE And Faqu might be out cold! COACH SHE HIT HIM WITH HER CAST, COLE! That should be a disqualification! That's a weapon, a foreign object! The referee does reprimand Krista for her use of the cast, but not nearly enough for James Blonde's liking. He storms into the ring to confront the ref, completely ignoring Krista, who's able to crawl to the corner and make the tag to Alix! ALIX AW YEAH~! Alix leaps into the ring and runs right through Blonde with a clothesline. A second clothesline. And then a third, Ultimate Warrior style, MISTER WARRIOR style even, as she shakes the ropes like a mad(wo)man!! Blonde staggers around right into Alix, who takes The Trendsetter by the head and introduces his face to the top turnbuckle. Literally. Before ramming them together. Taking Blonde by the hair again, she throws him into the opposite turnbuckle. Then down the line to the third corner. And all the way over to the fourth, not wanting to make any of the turnbuckles feel neglected. COLE Look at Alix go, like a wildcat! COACH Like a crazy woman, you mean? This bitch is a wacko! Stumbling and bumbling like a drunk, Blonde throws some punches at non-existant figures in front of him. Alix stops and enjoys this for a second, before delivering a russian legsweep. Rolling through to her feet Alix follows up with a BUTT drop on Blonde's chest and sits on him by way of a cover... 1... 2... Kickout! The US Champion quickly climbs to the top rope, waggling her BUTT at the appreciative fans. She then takes flight with a flying crossbody... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE Boy, Alix is ROLLING here. As Blonde gets back up, Alix is waiting, a serious fighting stance adopted. She slaps her palm into Blonde's chest. Then his stomach. And then his jaw. A kick to the knee drops Blonde down. Alix then pulls up on her shorts, gives herself a wedgie and smacks her BUTT into the kneeling Blonde's face! COLE Alix showing off an extensive BUTT-based offence here. COACH I ain't complaining. Cover by Alix... 1... 2... NO! Alix waves Blonde back up, but stops, ridding herself of the wedgie and the painful chaffing it can cause. COACH Okay, now I can complain again. Whipped to the corner, Blonde manages to duck his head and avoid any further problems by backdropping Alix over the top rope. Alix lands safely on the apron though, leaping up and cracking Blonde in the back of the head with an enziguri from the outside! Blonde stumbles out of the corner, into Krista, who hits the Side Effect! COLE Blonds Never Pay A Cover! Alix then comes off the top rope with a Frog Splash!! 1... 2... FAQU BREAKS IT UP!! COLE Uh-oh. After striking Alix in the back, Faqu attempts to strike Krista in the front, only for the 2009 Wrestler Of The Year to drop and crawl through the Samoan's legs. Faqu grunts and turns around, to find COD waiting with a double dropkick. Faqu doesn't go down, so they hit another double dropkick. Still he stays up. FAQU BLAAAAARAAWHAAGHGAAWWAAHH!!!! Faqu hurls himself forward with a double clothesline... ...but COD duck and hit a double dropkick to the back, sending Faqu out to the floor!! COLE That deals with that problem. Back up, Blonde gets the jump on Krista, knocking her to the mat. Avoiding a strike from Alix, Blonde then hooks the US Champ and makes a FASHION STATEMENT, with an Inverted DDT! Leg hooked... 1... 2... SAVE BY KRISTA. COLE Blonde trying to sneak in the back door and pull out the shock for the number 7 seeds. I don't like their chances right now though. COACH There's a surprise. Blonde takes the fight to Krista, managing to fend her off with some shots to the ribs. Blonde then hits the ropes, but runs into a standing dropkick! Jumping back to her feet, Krista positions herself at Blonde's side and the Chicago crowd voice their approval. However, Alix puts a stop to the booty shaking! COACH WHAT? BOOOOOOOO!! Before the crowd have a chance to boo the party-pooper though, Alix reveals that she just wants to join in. And to the DOUBLE delight of the crowd, it's a DOUBLE BOOTY SHAKING MOONSAULT!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" COACH I wish Krista and Alix were just their asses. They'd be so much better that way. COLE Way to be a modern man, Coach. Blonde picks himself up with Chicks Over Dicks ready and waiting. Not as exciting as it may sound. Krista dishes out a slap. And then so does Alix. And they high-five. Blonde has had enough mis-treatment by this point and screams at them to "STOP SLAPPING ME!", as he tries to slap them both in retaliation. Both Krista and Alix duck though, leading to a dose of KIDOLOGY from Krista!!!! Before Blonde can fall to the mat, Alix quickly spins him around and follows it up with CONFESSIONS OF A KRISTAHOLIC!!!!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COACH Aah! I hate them so much except their asses! By mutual decision, it's Krista with the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!!! COLE Chicks Over Dicks, moving on in the Anderson Cup!! *DINGDINGDING* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners, advancing to the Semi Finals of the 2010 Anderson Cup... ALIX MARIA SPEZIA and KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAN... CCHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIICCKKSSSSSSS OOOVVVVEEEEERRRRR DDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCKKSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!! "YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" COD kiss, another popular move, before their hands are raised in victory. COACH You know what, I thought this'd be a new year. I thought this'd be different. I was so looking forward to 2010 and everything it was going to hold. New year. New decade. And now, Chicks Over Dicks are back, Krista's back, they're kicking people's asses again, they're making people look like chumps... I dunno what to think anymore. COLE Oh, man up already. COACH Sorry. As Chicks Over Dicks celebrate their win, Faqu lopes around ringside, waiting as the referee rolls Blonde's body out of the ring. COLE The face of the Anderson Cup has completely changed. To a sad face, if you're anyone except Chicks Over Dicks. The #2 seeds now, perhaps, the team to beat. Can anyone stop COD? We'll have more Anderson Cup action next week on HeldDOWN~! to see who else will make it to those big semi-finals, until then, goodnight from the OAOAST!

Approved.

Anderson Cup First Round James Blonde and Faqu vs. ??? and ???

Needs to go somewhere after my speeches, so near the end basically. we go to the back, where deep in the darkened negelected reaches of the arena, Morgan Nerdly sits against a wall. Holding her dented and chipped Angle Award in her hands, her head rests in the lap of Leon Rodez, who is also sat against the wall but looking off into the distance, dis-interested. MORGAN ...and I was nine years old. It was the last day of school before the holidays and there was a big assembly in the hall, where all the children were sat and they were going to give out awards. They gave out all of these sports awards and everybody clapped and smiled. And I clapped and smiled. And then, they did some more awards that weren't about sports. They called my name out and I was really surprised, so I jumped up and I remember I had this big smile on my face, because [i]I[/i] was going to get an award. Me! I knew Maggie had got a couple before and I think Melody did too, but I could go back home and have one too and it could go next to there's on the trophy case. But when I got out of the assembly, a group of the children in my class started to make fun of me, because my award was for Perfect Attendance. They called me a "teacher's pet" and an "apple polisher", and then they took my award and they started to throw it around and made me try and get it back and when they finally dropped it and I got it they all walked off laughing. Still with the same look on his face, Leon realises the story has finished and glances over at the distressed Morgan. LEON So, somebody threw your award away again tonight. MORGAN Uh huh. LEON I see. You want to know what I think about that? Morgan looks up expectantly. Perhaps expecting some sympathy, or some comforting words. Instead, Leon stands up, takes Morgan's Angle Award... and STOMPS on it, bending and busting it even more. MORGAN :O With each stomp of the award Morgan cowers and she looks horrified at Leon. LEON You know what this award means? Nothing! It's just a chunk of cheap metal and wood. It doesn't mean a thing! It's worthless. Leon walks over and to further illustrate his point, he starts to stomp and kick at HIS Angle Award until it's busted too, before kicking them both away. LEON These awards mean nothing. The only thing attached to these awards is cold, empty, vain glory. The respect and admiration of people who do not matter. You think the people who voted for this thing care about you? That because they put a tick in your box, or a cross against your name, that that makes up for the contempt they show for your life the other 364 days of the year? Do you really care about what those people think about you? MORGAN ...no. LEON That's what I thought. You've already got the only thing that's worth having. The belt. Awards don't mean a thing. Being the champion does. I don't even have that, how do you think [i]I[/i] feel!? MORGAN I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't think. As Morgan hangs her head, Leon rolls his eyes and sits back down. LEON It's okay. I forgive you. Morgan cuddles up to Leon, who continues to stare off again. LEON Tonight wasn't the night to be celebrating anyway. That day will come. Soon.

Leon approaches the podium with the fixed scowl on his face. He looks with disdain at the trophy left for him, picking it up as he glares out at the crowd. "LE - ON SUCKS!" "LE - ON SUCKS!" "LE - ON SUCKS!" "LE - ON SUCKS!" Leon continues to glare, in no hurry to make any sort of a speech. LEON Well... doesn't this just put the icing on the cake of the fall from grace? Waving the award around as he spits out those words, Leon looks around with contempt. LEON Just goes to show how fickle life can be. How fickle [i]people[/i] can be. After all I've been put through, all I've had to put up with and deal with in this past year, now you all see fit to look down your noses at me. And why? Because last year, I finally decided that I wasn't going to sit back and take it anymore? That I was going to make other people suffer, the same way that I'm made to suffer everything day of my life? Looking at the award again Leon shakes his head. LEON You know, I used to really care about these things. What you people thought of me actually used to make a difference in my life. Well not anymore. As far as I'm concerned, this 'award' just goes to show how low you people are. And now, anytime I want to know [i]just[/i] how little I care about you all... all I have to do is look at this. And think of the disgust you fill me with. ... [i]You're welcome[/i]. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Leon walks off with the trophy, still scowling away as he lurches his way bitterly through the entrance doors.

Morgan comes out and looks somewhat like a deer in the headlights, with the spotlight and all eyes on her but no match to concentrate on. Approaching the podium, she picks up the award and looks out at the crowd. And pauses. For some time. MORGAN I... uhm... Morgan leans into the microphone, one hand nervously running through her hair over and over again. Some of the crowd cheer, perhaps trying to encourage the nervous public speaker. Some boo coz she's a heel n kayfabe livez. MORGAN I'd like to... thank everyone who voted... for this. Uhhh... I'd like to thank Leon for being there for me. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" MORGAN Ple-please don't boo. He's been so supportive and so understanding and I really don't know what I'd have done without him. "LE - ON SUCKS!" "LE - ON SUCKS!" "LE - ON SUCKS!" "LE - ON SUCKS!" Getting rattled by the chants, Morgan starts to fidget around. MORGAN I... I said [b]STOP[/b], o-okay? The crowd are the ones rattled now and quiten down a little. Morgan takes a few breaths and calms herself down. MORGAN Being the Women's Champion and now... the Woman Of The Year... i-it really means a lot. It feels good. I guess. I'm... not really sure how it feels. I've... never really won anything before, so it's kinda... Morgan trails off again. But, this time, it's not through nerves. Instead, she's interrupted, as [b]Lindsay Gonzalez[/b] crashes the stage! Morgan shies away as Lindsay approaches the podium and pulls the bendy microphone towards her. LINDSAY Morgan Nerdly. Woman Of The Year, huh? Hmm. Let me think about that. What's the matter, Morgan? You don't have to be nervous. I'm just out here to be the first to congratulate you on your win. This must be a very proud moment for you. And you know what, you deserve it. I've sat back and I've watched you throughout 2009. You're... quite something. Lindsay sneers. LINDSAY But, let me tell you WHY I was watching you, Morgan. It's because you're the little girl, holding a woman's title. You're the girl who has what I want. The OAOAST Women's Title. A naive little thing like you, couldn't begin to grasp what that title means to someone like me. Someone who's been in this company longer than you've been out of grade school! Somebody who uses this business to make a living... and a very lucrative living at that. This is my business. This is a woman's business. And not one woman in this company understands it like I do. I've lead people to World Championships. Where-as you just subserve yourself to them. Reaching across the podium, Lindsay picks up Morgan's Angle Award. Morgan's eyes grow worried as she sees her award being taken from her. LINDSAY Trust me. This time next year, it'll be Lindsay Gonzalez, OAOAST Women's Champion and 2010 Woman Of The Year! So, until then, enjoy your award... Lindsay turns towards the stage and TOSSES the award away contemptuously. The award hits the stage with a thud and Morgan's heart sinks. LINDSAY :D Laughing like a hyena, Lindsay walks off and leaves Morgan and her award in pieces. Morgan goes over to her award and drops to her knees, holding a broken-off piece of gold statue and looking on the verge of tears. COLE That was totally uncalled for. This should have been the happiest moment of poor Morgan's life. And Lindsay Gonzalez has the nerve to come out here and just toss her award away, break Morgan's award. What a bitch! COACH Yeah. But not just a bitch, a determined bitch. I like it.

To a chorus of boos, Queen Esther emerges, flanked by all of her Queen's Men, dressed to compete. They approach the podium and Queen Esther begins to gush over recieving the award. QUEEN ESTHER Oh! Good heavens! My bosom swells with pride. Gosh! On behalf of my victorious team, it is our honour and our privilege to accept this award for Best Combat. My troops are noble and brave and strong. And we shall fight on, forever more! For Queen and for country! Tally-ho! The Queen picks up one of the awards and heads to the ring, trailing behind The Mardi Gras Hellfire Club and Last Kings Of Scotland, who march confidently in front. COLE And All The Queen's Men, set for more... how did she put it... "combat"? Anyway, they're in action next. "We're running with the Shadows Of The Night So baby take my hand, you'll be alright Surrender all your dreams to me tonight They'll come true in the end" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COLE Hang on a second. All The Queen's Men and the Queen herself stop at the bottom of the aisle and turn around, to see CUCARACHA INTERNACIONAL heading out. Also dressed to compete. And carrying their title belts. Landon forces a smile as he waves down to Queen Esther and her troops, asking them to hold on while he heads to the podium. MADDIX Sorry to jump the gun here. But, uhm, you kinda beat us to it there. That's okay. Obviously, very exciting to have been involved in the best Match Of The Year for 2009. Which is why, as the official team captain for the winning team at November Reign, it's my pleasure to accept this award on behalf of Cucaracha Internacional. Taking the other trophy, Landon's acceptance speech doesn't go down too well with The Hellfire Club or Last Kings, who voice their annoyance from the ring. MADDIX It was a great effort from our team... lead by myself, as I mentioned. And although it was me who scored the final two pinfalls, for the team I captained, I feel that I should not take all of the credit and was definately a team effort. As it will be tonight, when Cucaracha Internacional once again show the world why we're the strongest unit in the entire OAOAST. So, with that in mind, to the Queen, again, thank you for your assistance. And thank you very much for everyone who voted for me... uh, I mean [i]us[/i]. Thank you! Landon raises the Angle Award high in the air and begins to lead his team to the ring, with Megan rolling her eyes. COLE Well, the winning team from our match of the year, set to compete over the 8-Man Tag Team Titles right here and now. And maybe Landon could have timed those comments a little better. The champions climb into the ring with Landon making his usual, theatrical spin in. His path is blocked by The Last Kings Of Scotland though, taking exception to Landon's words a moment ago. And pretty soon all eight men are squared off and arguing. Well, seven men. Faqu doesn't argue. *DINGDINGDING!* But as soon as the bell rings, he lets out a roar and starts lashing out at the Hellfire Club, while the LKOS start to fire off on Landon! COLE And I don't think this is quite what Landon and Queen Esther agreed to! COACH Come on guys, can't we all just get along!? A pier-six brawl, or more accurately a pier-eight brawl, erupts and quickly spills outside. Left in the ring are Scottish Scott and Maddix. Scott hammers away on Landon and whips him out of a corner, hard into the opposite one. Landon staggers out and gets sent flying with a big backdrop from the mohawked Scott. Suddenly, Landon wants to play team again and offers a handshake. Hand behind his back and all. Looking down at him, Scott just spits at Landon's hand and starts hammering away again. COLE We've got battles on the floor, a battle in the ring. It's pandemonium here. Scott goes for another irish whip, which Landon tries to reverse, only to find the big Scott refusing to budge. Dropping to his knees Landon tries to beg again. Which still doesn't work, Scott lifting Maddix up by the arm and letting him hang in mid-air for a second, before dropping him to the mat! COLE That could have ripped Landon's shoulder out of the socket! A whimpering Landon rolls out of the ring, allowing Nathaniel Black to sneak in from behind and club Scott across the back. Black succeeds in whipping Scottish Scott to the ropes, burying a headbutt to the midsection. Off the ropes, Black then blasts Scott in the side of the head with a Knee Trembler! He roars out to the crowd, but then turns around and takes a dropkick from Danny Boy! COACH Aah! I just realised, I don't know who to cheer for! Curse all these incredibly talented men! As Black rolls outside, James Blonde replaces him. Ducking underneath a clothesline, Blonde comes off the ropes and hits Danny Boy with a flying forearm. He kips up, then hits a HBK pose for no real reason. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Blonde turns around, confronted by Lucius Soul, who finds time in this melee to comb his 'fro. Apparantly Blonde is impressed with the look. And Lucius offers the comb to Blonde. As Blonde starts to comb at his locks though, Lucius surprises him with a boot to the gut! Whipped off the ropes, Blonde manages to duck a clothesline. He doesn't duck the spinning wheel kick that follows though. Kipping up in even more impressive fashion than his opponent, Lucius busts out a second comb and teases at his 'fro with a smirk on his face. The smirk disappears quickly though, as Faqu enters the ring. Sensing something is amiss, Lucius jams the pick in his 'fro and turns around, fearing the worst... FAQU BLAAARWHAAAGHHAAAHHH!! ...and gets chopped off his feet!! COLE Oh, MY what a shot! Rico comes in, but Faqu only needs to give him a look to send him scurrying to the outside. Grabbing Lucius by the hair Faqu throws him into a corner. Stricken with fear The Black Knight is clubbed and struck until he's sat against the bottom turnbuckle, before being choked with the foot. COLE Uh-oh. Not the place to be for Lucius Soul. Black and Blonde rush over and block off Rico and Danny Boy, while Landon holds Lucius from the outside, not allowing him to escape from the RUNNING ASS CHARGING HIS WAY!!!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COACH Oh! Not even a 'fro gonna cushion that blow! As Lucius rolls outside, Scottish Scott rolls in behind Faqu. The big Samoan beats his chest and turns around, face to face with the big Scott. Who shows no fear, going NOSE TO NOSE with Faqu! Heavy breathing, grunting and snorting aplenty. COLE What a face off this is. COACH Looks like something off of the Discovery Channel. You ever seen two big ol' ugly apes fighting over an apple core? COLE Shall I tell Scott you said that? After staring each other down, the two big men start trading blows. Scott clubs Faqu across the chest with a forearm. And Faqu responds. Clubbing forearm from Scott. Clubbing forearm from Faqu, neither man budging. Faqu suddenly beats his chest and screams in Samoan... so Scott beats his chest and yells right back at him, then backs off the ropes with a shoulder tackle. Knocked off balance, Faqu comes back off the ropes behind him with a shoulder tackle of his own. Scott hits another shoulder tackle. But Faqu comes back and finally drops Scottish Scott with a charge! COLE Wow, big knockdown. Faqu, king of the jungle in the view of Jonathan Coachman. Faqu starts shouting and hollering again. Coming off the ropes, he walks right into Scottish Scott though, who PICKS HIM UP AND HITS A BODYSLAM!!!! "WOOOOOOOAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COACH YO~! COLE What a display of power from Scottish Scott! Incredible! Getting over-excited, Scott starts pounding his chest and gets rolled up by Landon! 1... 2... No! Back up, Scott goes to take Landon's head off with a clothesline, but Landon ducks and Scott goes flying over the top to the arena floor. COLE Bodies flying everywhere. I guess the referee has abandoned any sense of a legal man. And I don't know if I can blame him. As Scott picks himself up Landon sizes him up and looks ready to fly. He tries to get the crowd into the idea, which is a fail. But undettered, he takes off into the ropes, charging towards Scott's side of the ring... AND THROWING HIMSELF UNDER THE MIDDLE ROPE WITH A DIVE!!!! "YYEEEAAAAAHHHHH - BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Low flying suicide dive, Landon just DROVE Scottish Scott back into the guardrail! Inside, Rico exchanges shots with Black, while Blonde lays in wait out of sight. But Danny Boy appears and pulls Blonde out of the ring before he can interject himself. Ducking a forearm, Black doesn't need him though, nailing Rico with a Lariat!! 1... 2... No! Black growls at the referee and yells at Rico to "get up" in his thick Cockney accent. COLE Black is poised here. Rico in trouble! As the Brazilian gets back up, his gives his 'stache a bit of a stroke and falls backwards, into the clutches of Black... ...but Rico escapes the Crossface Chickenwing! Slipping behind, Rico picks Black up, ready for a back suplex. Showing great strength he holds the Brit in place, waiting while Lucius slides into the ring, to catch Black with a Neckbreaker on the way down!! "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE A Hairraising Experience for Nathaniel Black! Could we have new champions here? Cover by Rico... 1... 2... Kickout! Now it's the Hellfire Club's turn to call for the end and they set Black up for the 3:10 to Hell. Lucius climbs the turnbuckles, while Rico picks Black up for the powerbomb. However, as Lucius gets to the top rope, Landon re-appears and gives Lucius a shove... ...SENDING HIM FLYING OFF THE TOP ONTO DANNY BOY AND BLONDE!!!! QUEEN ESTHER :O COACH Damn! Dudes is flying everywhere! COLE Landon with a save, but sacrifices one of his own in the process. Although if he had to sacrifice someone it might as well by who'd take a bullet for you, if asked. Or, even if not asked. Infact he'd probably ask to if he thought it'd make Landon happy. Seeing his partner plummet out of the corner of his eye, Rico turns around and grabs Landon. Maddix shrugs it off though and drops to the floor, hanging the Brazilian's neck across the top rope. Rico staggers backwards, into Black, who does a quick 180 and lays him out with the BLACK LARIAT! Cover... 1... 2... NO! COLE Rico hanging in there. A win here tonight would go some way towards making up for Anderson Cup disappointment, at the hands of the Orange County Cobras earlier this week. As Rico gets back up, Landon slides in and starts directing traffic. Rico is whipped into a corner and targetted by the champions. Clothesline in the corner by Black. Jumping forearm in the corner by Landon. And a big Avalanche in the corner from Faqu!! COACH So, more disappointment then? COLE It looks that way right now. Winded, Rico falls out of the corner. Maddix quickly reels him in and plants Rico face-first into the mat with the Complete Shot, quickly going for the cover... 1... 2... SAVE BY SCOTTISH SCOTT! COLE No, the Queen's Men still in this one. And maybe it's Landon who'll be disappointed. Disappointed he ever agreed to this match with the Queen! Because I'm sure that's not what he signed up for when this 'working relationship' began. Scott is ambushed by Faqu and Black and comes up swinging, trying to fight both men off. A knee from Black puts a stop to that though. Overwhelmed by Faqu and Black, Scott is beaten down to his knees. But he surprises both men from there, by jabbing his mohawked head into each of their stomachs. Scott then hits a big shoulder check, sending Faqu crashing through the ropes to the outside! COLE One thing the Queen's Men have is Scott's power... Cucaracha Internacional use Faqu to do the damage, which has been the downfall of most teams who come up against them. But Scott has butted heads with the big Samoan and come out pretty well from it. Butting heads again, he and Black start trading headbutts after going toe to toe with forearms. Neither man really gets the advantage and only end up hurting themselves. Which allows Landon to pick his spot, catching Scott with a Dropsault. The bigman doesn't go down. So Black runs him over the top rope with a clothesline. Scott falls right into Faqu and they start going at it again, while Landon pats Black on the back... ...and turns around to be hit with the HAND OF GOD by Rico!! "YYEEEEEAAAAHHHHH!!" COACH AAAHH! COLE Landon didn't see it coming! Rico quickly jumps on top... 1... 2... NO!! Black turns around just in time and breaks the count, pulling Rico off of Landon AND SLAPPING ON THE CROSSFACE CHICKENWING!!!! COLE The Crossface is locked in! Will Rico be forced to tap!? Dragging Rico away from his KOed partner, Black tries to take Rico down. And although the Brazilian fights it, he's eventually pulled to the mat and trapped in the bodyscissors! COLE And now Black has the hold synched in, nowhere to go for Rico! With his shoulder being torn at, Rico tries to hold on, perhaps noticing Danny Boy crawling into the ring. And the Scot starts to inch his way over towards Landon, still laid out and there to be pinned. But before Danny can get there, Rico decides he can take no more AND TAPS OUT!! COLE That's it! *DINGDINGDING!* Black lets Rico go, as Queen Esther looks crushed. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the match and STILL OAOAST 8-Man Tag Team Champions... JAMES BLONDE, FAQU, NATHANIEL BLACK and LANDON MADDIX... CUCARACHA INTERNACIONAL!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE The titles of dubious lineage stay with Cucaracha Internacional. But they dodged a real bullet tonight. Maybe after this, Landon will need to start refusing even more teams the chance to challenge for the belts, because they came so close to losing out here tonight. COACH Why you gotta downplay a great win like that? Give it up. Show some respect. Eight of the realest dudes on the planet just tore it up and you're whining about Baron again? COLE It was a great match. Happy? COACH Ecstatic. The belts are handed over, but seem to fall on Megan's shoulders as Black and Faqu are unconcerned and Blonde is more worried about dragging Landon's unconscious body to the ring. With Landon still seeing stars, Blonde takes it upon himself to CARRY Landon up the aisle in his arms, which is only slightly gay, honest. And Megan is left with the four mix and match belts. Meanwhile Queen Esther looks sad, as her Men try to hold council over how they could have lost.

Crap. You sent me the brackets, too. In my defence I planned it for NYS, but Patty told me to do it for HD. I think. I dunno. But blame Patty anyway.

OAOAST 8-Man Tag Titles Cucaracha Internacional © vs. All The Queen's Men

I've got Biff vs. Vinny and Landon vs. Baron. Curse my last minute decision making.

"We're running with the Shadows Of The Night So baby take my hand, you'll be alright Surrender all your dreams to me tonight They'll come true in the end" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" The crowd in Hershey, Pennsylvania show their lack of appreciation for great music and Landon Maddix, jeering as "Shadows Of The Night" by Pat Benetar plays out the leader of Cucaracha Internacional. Backed by Megan Skye, Landon does a quick twirl on the stage and seems in high spirits as he heads to the ring. Over his shoulder sits the SWF ICTV aka OAOAST 8-Man Tag Title belt which he displays to the camera, holding up eight fingers incase it wasn't obvious from the plates on the belt. Which, of course, it isn't, because it's a completely different belt. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following special challenge match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by his manager, MEGAN SKYE! From Huron, South Dakota by way of Madrid, Spain... weighing two hundred, eight pounds. He is the leader of CUCARACHA INTERNACIONAL and one fourth of the OAOAST 8-Man Tag Team Champions... LLAAAAAAAANNDDOOOOOONN... "LA CUCARACHA"... MMMMMMAAAAAAADDIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXX!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Megan holds the ropes down for Landon, who stops for a minute to play to the crowd, before spinning himself into the ring. Arms out-stretched he nods his head confidently and pats the unofficial title belt over his shoulder. COLE Landon Maddix, a man so desperate to be holding championship gold, he petitioned the OAOAST to overhaul one of their titles... and, brought a belt from HOME to wear. COACH That's a true champion! Handing over his (literally, his) title belt Landon takes off his ring jacket and starts to warm up. COLE We've been calling into question just how 'open' the open challenge of the 8-Man Tag Team Champions has really been in the past few weeks. But we do know that Cucaracha Internacional finally are willing to accept a challenge. But not from Baron Windels and his team. Instead, on the first HeldDOWN of 2010, Cucaracha Internacional have offered a shot to... All The Queen's Men. Quite the 'coincidence' that is. COACH Why? Because Landon and Queen Esther happen to be on good terms? Because those two teams happen to have formed a working relationship in the past few weeks? COLE ...yes, that's EXACTLY why. COACH Oh. Okay then. As Landon continues to limber up, a huge orange pyro rocket erupts on the stage. "Thriller" by Fall Out Boy hits and the home audience is shown an overhead view of the entrance stage, it's metallic floor carpeted by simmering flames that form the shape of a bull's head. The camera then pans down to reveal Baron Windells, throwing up the longhorns! BUFFER And introducing his opponent. From San Antonio, Texas! Accompanied to the ring by MELODY NERDLY. Weighing two hundred, sixty five pounds... "THE LONE STAR GUNSLINGER"... BBAAAAARRRROOOOOONN... WWWWIIIIIIIIINNDDEEEELLLLSSSSSS!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Baron reaches out and slaps a few hands, but the determined look on his face doesn't slip. He quickly runs up the steps and into the ring, sending Landon ducking through the ropes. Baron is warned off by the referee, so turns and throws up the longhorns to the crowd. COLE Well Baron and his team-mates, Tim Cash and The Christ Air Express, still waiting for their rightful rematch at the 8-Man Titles. And if I didn't know better, I'd say that Landon was running scared of the Lone Star Gunslinger. COACH He doesn't look like he's running now, does he? COLE No, I'd call it cowering at the moment. Refusing to step back in until it's safe, Landon hangs out on the apron keeping an eye on the big Texan. Pulling off the Stewie Griffin t-shirt Baron is ready to go and waves Maddix in. But Landon decides to drop to the floor and take a walk first, to the annoyance of the crowd. "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" Landon pouts and decides to show everybody by getting into the ring. As soon as he gets to his feet Landon is confronted by a fist-wielding Windels though and he immediately bails again. COACH Come on ref, get him backed up! Landon continues to stall for time, walking around ringside, as Baron gets the crowd going. COACH You know, I don't understand why you and Baron and everyone else is on Landon's case. He explained himself already. The open challenge... that was just to create some interest. Get the idea off the ground. An introductory offer. And that offer's expired, so now Baron and his buddies have to earn a shot. Nothing more than that. Finally Landon seems ready to go. Psyched up and confident, he rolls in... *DINGDINGDING* ...and as soon as the bell rings, he runs across and boots Baron in the gut. With the jump on his opponent Landon lays in with some forearms shots, as the fans let him have it again. Landon works over the back of Baron's neck with a couple of elbows, then straightens him up... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and lays in a chop, which doesn't seem to phase Baron. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" A second chop has the same non-effect. And Baron shakes his head. Landon starts to back down, but tries to catch Baron with a cheapshot right hand, only to get blocked and nailed with a Texas sized right in return! Landon goes down, bouncing back up into another Texas right! And a third! Dazed, Landon staggers around the ring like a drunk man and tries to throw another right hand. Swinging wild he misses and takes an atomic drop, launching him face-first into the turnbuckles! COLE Oh my! Landon Maddix being bounced around the ring like a pinball! Landon tries to beg off in the corner but Baron has none of it and scales the ropes. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" Baron pauses and throws up the longhorns... "YYYYYAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!" "TEN!" COLE Maddix, seeing stars. And one of them is the big Lone Star who's beating his brains in. Megan looks on concerned as Landon is out on his feet in the corner. Whipped across the ring, Maddix hits the opposite turnbuckles and is bounced out, Baron coming off the ropes behind and hooking him with a Bulldog! Cover... 1... 2... Landon throws a shoulder up. COLE The OAOAST celebrating the new year in style. Except Landon, who probably doesn't know what year it is right now. COACH He doesn't need to know what year it is. He's a champion, class is permanent. Taking Landon back to the corner, Baron throws his man head first against the turnbuckle. Some more big right hands rock the already rocking La Cucaracha as the referee urges Baron to get out of the corner. Baron whips Landon across the ring again. And this time, with Landon against the buckles, Baron charges in looking for the world-famous BITE MY SHINY METAL ASS... but Landon gets his knees up and catches Baron in the back!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH There we go! There's a man who knows it's 2010! Baron limps away and Maddix runs after him, sticking him into the mat with a quick DDT. Still woozy Landon takes a moment to shake out the cobwebs before he covers Baron... 1... 2... No! Landon stands back up, but almost falls back over. COLE Looks like you did last night at about 1am, Coach! Composing himself, Landon stomps Baron in the side of the head. Landon then throws Baron's head into the turnbuckles and goes to work in the corner, repeatedly to the body and chest with kicks. Slowly working Baron down against the bottom turnbuckle Maddix places his foot on Baron's throat and chokes him there. Landon the backs away, taking a run-up. Before he can get to his Texan opponent though, Baron is up, forcing Landon to rethink. Baron backdrops Landon up and over the top. But Landon lands on the apron. LANDON Ah-ha! Quite taken with himself, Landon points to his head (because that's how you know he's smart) and goes to throw his shoulder through the ropes... ...but throws himself right into Baron's knee! COACH OW! Just about hanging onto the ropes Maddix rubs his temple, shaken up again. Baron reaches out and brings Maddix back in the hard way with a vertical suplex to shake him up even more. COLE How about the raw power of the big Baron! Waiting for Landon to get up, Baron takes aim with his cowboy boot and lands a big boot right to the face! Landon somehow manages not to go down. More luck than judgment. Baron lines him up and hits the ropes, but from somewhere, Landon finds the werewithall to cut him off with a running forearm shot. With Baron on the backfoot Maddix then hits the ropes, only to run into a second Big Boot, this one enough to lay him out! Cover by Baron... 1... 2... No! Arm raised, Baron throws up some horns and looks for the Lariat. COLE Landon looking dazed again, it may just take one good shot to put him away. Hitting the ropes, Baron charges towards Landon and goes for the big Lariat... but Landon ducks! Landon then turns around, only to be hoisted up with a Flapjack! COLE Not what Baron was looking for, but that could be the shot all the same! Another cover from Baron... 1... 2... NO! COLE Only two. But Landon is definately reeling here. COACH Or maybe that's what he wants you to think. He could be playing "rope a dope", like another great champion, Muhammed Ali. Picking himself up Landon staggers around, no idea where he is. He ends up across the ring from Baron, who charges in again for the clothesline... NO! Landon suddenly ducks down and pulls down the top rope, sending Windels crashing over the top to the outside!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COACH HAHA! What did I tell you Mikey! He just roped a dope, then pulled the rope right out from under him! Baron lays in a heap on the arena floor, checked on by Melody Nerdly who looks concerned. Up to his feet, Landon smirks and does a fancy curtsey, just about managing to do so without falling down in a daze. "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" COACH These people are horrible. Let's never come back here again. With a hand pressed to the small of his back, a hurting Baron manages to slowly haul himself back up. As he gets onto the apron, Landon comes over and moves the referee away. And after helping Baron back up, he runs him face-first into the outside turnbuckles, sending Windels crashing back down to the arena floor again! Boos rain down and Landon 'apologises' to the referee as he's warned. COLE This is a gut-check situation now for Baron. He went out of that ring very hard and from the looks of it, jammed his lower back against the edge of the ring apron. COACH That's an easy thing to do going out of the ring. And damn painful too. COLE This is a real break for Landon. A much needed break for Landon, who's been pummeled almost all match. Baron again neglects the help of Melody and struggles to his feet under his own power. Reaching through the ropes, Landon helps to drag Baron back inside the ring and goes right after the back with some stomps. A clear target, Landon then drops a knee to the back and grinds it in. Baron groans in pain as the referee's 5 count is used up by the resourceful former World Champion. Who can finally afford himself a big smile. Waiting for Baron to get to a knee, Maddix hits a low dropkick and goes for a cover... 1... 2... No! COLE Even kicking out seems to be troubling Baron's back at this point. COACH And Landon's onto it, Mikey. Dropping the knee to the back again, Landon cups the jaw and applies a chinlock away from the ropes. "BA - RON!" "BA - RON!" "BA - RON!" "BA - RON!" With the support of the Hershey fans and Melody behind him, Baron manages to power up and get to his knees. Landon keeps the chinlock on for as long as he dares, before abandoning to club Baron's back with a double axehandle. Baron rolls over in pain, as Landon comes off the ropes, double stomping the chest, then dropping straight into a back senton! 1... 2... No! Baron holds his ribs and looks in some trouble, as Landon strolls around, picking his spot with a punt to the ribs. And then a second one. COACH Landon's enjoying himself now. This is what I like to see. Bringing Baron back to his feet Landon throws a couple of forearms, then whips the Texan into the corner. Maddix follows in and connects with a leaping forearm in the corner. Out staggers Baron, still in some pain. Quickly up to the middle rope Landon lies in wait, smile on his face, catching Baron as he turns back around with a Middle Rope Front Dropkick! COACH Oh yeah! Hook of the leg from Landon... 1... 2... NO! Baron rolls away, but leaves his back open and is kicked HARD in the spine! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Landon sure can throw those kicks, slowly picking apart his larger opponent. Setting a grimacing Baron up, Landon surprises everybody by going for a suplex. And surprises few by not being able to get Baron up. Landon stops, then tries again. But can't get Baron up again. Annoyed, he clubs Baron over the back a few times, enough to convince him that this time will be different. And it is, as Baron hits Landon with a vertical suplex instead! "YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COLE That was not so smart though. And now, can Baron get back into this one? "BA - RON!" "BA - RON!" "BA - RON!" "BA - RON!" Cheered on by the crowd Baron is back up right after Maddix, both men taking a 6 count from the referee. Landon throws a right hand, but gets blocked and punched instead. Block and a punch again from Baron. And again. Before unloading with a Texas sized flurry of right hands! Landon is backed all the way across the ring and against the ropes, getting sent for the ride and thrown high with a BAAAAACK bodydrop!! COLE Bad back and all Baron just sent Landon into the lights on that one! COACH Come on Landon. Rope a dope. ROPE A DOPE! Landon rolls to his knees and tries to call timeout. There's no timeouts in wrestling though and Baron throws him into a corner again, unloading with some more right hands. Irish whip sends Landon across, following up with a clothesline in the corner. COLE I think the dope has just been roped, by the lasso like arm of Baron Windels! COACH Okay, he's from Texas, we get it already! Whipped back to the opposite corner, Landon is measured up, Baron flying in looking for a BITE MY SHINY METAL AS... NO! Landon moves out of the way and Baron SLAMS himself into the turnbuckles back first!! As he doubles up in pain Baron is then driven face-first into the mat with a Complete Shot and turned over for the cover... 1... 2... NO! COLE Baron almost made a very costly mistake there. But still with enough to kick out. Landon takes up the count with the referee as he goes after Baron. A stomp to the back leads to two forearms to the face. Landon then backs into the corner and lifts himself onto the middle rope again. Reaching out for Baron, Landon hooks him up and gives the signal, looking for the CRASH LANDON... but Baron counters and throws Maddix off!! Able to land on his feet, Landon dives right back at Baron and hooks onto him like a monkey, hanging off of Baron as he tries to synch in a front guillotine. Baron manages to fend it off though and drops to a knee, CROTCHING Landon with an eye-watering Inverted Atomic Drop! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" MADDIX :O COACH Eep! With Maddix doubled up Baron quickly backs off the ropes and leaves his feet with a diving Lariat, wiping La Cucaracha out!! COLE That's gonna do it! Landon is out! Flat out on the canvas Landon does indeed look KOed. But Baron isn't done yet and he limps his way over, stepping out onto the apron. The Hershey crowd let out a roar as Baron heads to the top rope. The aching Texan's slow climb matches Landon's slow recover in the ring. And by the time Landon gets back up, Windels is perched on the top rope. MELODY IT'S CLOBBERIN' TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMEEEEE!! Landon staggers around and Baron cuts him down again, with the Top Rope Lariat!!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Baron shrugs off the bad back and crawls over... 1... 2... KICKOUT!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE Oh, MY, I thought that was it! COACH Oh. Me too. Landon, don't do that to me! Landon starts to sit up, shaking his head in a daze. Nursing his back Baron summons up another surge of strength and he calls for the finish. COLE Here we go, Baron calling for it. Could be the Brigham Young Cocktail, which is still a reference that alludes me to this day, but an effective move nonetheless. Picking Landon back up, Baron works at his back again as he pulls Maddix forward into the front facelock. But before he can hit the DDT, Landon slips free. Sneaking out behind, he leaps up and hits Baron with the LUNGBLOWER!!!! "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE OH, right to the back! Melody holds her head in her hands, shocked. Rolling Baron over, Landon basically falls on top... 1... 2... NO!! COLE But not enough! The fans let out a cheer, but a somewhat muted one with Baron still hurt. Landon looks despondant, a very dazed despondant, as he looks over to the referee. COACH If this were Landon at his absolute peak, this match would have been long over. But, he didn't wrestle that much in 2009. And when he did, he devoted himself to his team, not singles matches, which is a different ballgame altogether... COLE Are you already making excuses? COACH I'm just saying Landon's taking longer to win than he should do. He's still got some nagging injuries. COLE Sure sounds like excuses to me. Can't you admit that Baron Windels is giving Landon everything he can handle? And then some? Landon hauls Baron back to his feet and bends down, trying to pick him up for the Go To Sleep. Baron proves too big to lift for Landon though. Elbowing his way out of Landon's attentions, Baron then turns things around and lifts Landon up onto his shoulders instead. Baron's back gives way on him though and Landon slips down the back, rolling Windels up... 1... 2... No! Kicking out, Baron ends up on one knee... *SMACK!* ...and gets BLASTED in the face with the Low Flying Superkick!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Landon quickly hooks Baron in an inside cradle... 1... 2... KICKOUT!! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Okay, I'll give him credit, he's hanging in there. But Landon's an eight man tag wrestler now! He's used to having people to tag! COLE That's the lamest one of the bunch! Weary, Landon gets back up. He waits for Baron, booting him in the gut. Landon then hooks Baron up and scales the turnbuckles, looking to slice some bread... but gets caught! Baron catches La Cucaracha over his shoulder and turns around, planting him with a Running Powerslam!! Cover... 1... 2... NO!! COLE What a back and forth match! What a start to 2010 in the OAOAST! Baron pulls Landon back up, taking him over to the corner. After a couple of Texas sized right hands Baron then lifts Landon up again, placing him on the top turnbuckle. COLE Uh-oh. This is a dangerous position here, both men up on the ropes. COACH This would never happen in an eight man tag. Scaling up after his opponent, Baron dishes out another right hand. And then a Cowboy Bebop elbow while precariously up on the ropes. Landon is dazed and Baron looks to set him up. He hooks him up for the suplex, but Landon manages to hook his feet around the turnbuckle. And he starts to fight out with shots to the ribs. Baron starts fighting right back though, some more right hands, before going for the suplex again, only to find Landon clinging on for dear life again. COLE Look at Landon, fighting this superplex with everything he's got. Baron, trying with all he has to get the move. Who is going to win out in this high-stakes battle atop the turnbuckles!? Baron goes for the superplex one more time and ALMOST gets it, but Landon's feet latch and JUST manage to hang on! Narrowly avoiding a nasty fall, Landon manages to get a shot in to the ribs. And another. And a third, freeing himself from the facelock. Landon rears back, forearming Baron in the face. Another forearm has Baron wobbling. But he fires back with a right hand and Landon looks like he's going to topple over and down to the arena floor! Baron instinctively reaches out and grabs Landon, trying to keep him on the turnbuckles for the suplex. But Landon goes to the EYES... ...and then jumps off the turnbuckles, landing on the apron as he SLAMS BARON'S FACE INTO THE METAL TURNBUCKLE!!!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh, Baron's head hit the steel! He missed the pad and hit the steel! Sneaking back in through the ropes, Landon reaches up and pulls Baron down off the middle rope by the tights. The back of Baron's head bounces off the mat as he winds up pinned down in a schoolboy position... 1... 2... 3!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE And Landon Maddix has snuck one out the backdoor! *DINGDINGDING!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner... LANDON "LA CUCARACHA" MMMMMAAAAAAAAAADDIIIIIIXXXXXXXX!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Rolling straight out of the ring like a thief in the night, Landon raises his arms in the air, before promptly falling to his knees, then flat on his face. COACH What a brilliant, resourceful move! That's why that man is a former World's Champion and you never count him out man to man, one on one! Megan helps to pick Landon back up and props her groggy man up, leading him woozily towards the aisle. In the ring Melody is in to check on Baron, who also has a far away look on his face now. COLE It was a real battle here between these two, a battle which has taken a clear toll on both men. But be it by luck or judgment, Landon Maddix found the opening. The turnbuckle turned the tide and although both men take the credit, Landon takes the spoils. Landon is helped back up the aisle by Megan, barely able to stand propely let alone walk straight. But he does manage to raise an arm, showing that at least he knows he's won the match. COLE And maybe when Landon has laid his hands on some smelling salts, he'll be able to enjoy those spoils. COACH Oh, enjoy them he will. And he can enjoy another thing too... one less challenger for the 8-Man Titles. So close, but yet so far for Baron proving himself worthy. COLE I think Baron proved himself to a lot of people here tonight Coach. And by rights Baron Windels and his team should get the rematch they deserve with Cucaracha Internacional. Maybe somewhere down the line once they're done with the Queen's Men, we'll get to see that.

BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen this next contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York... weighing two hundred, twenty eight pounds... he is "THE DISCO DUCK"... VVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNYYYYYYY... VVVAAAAAAAALLLLLLLEEEENNTTIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNEEEEEE!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" To the funky beats of "Rock Your Baby" by George McCrae, Vinny Valentine struts out onto the stage and breaks into a little New Year's disco dancing. COLE Well, if there's any day of the year that Vinny Valentine can get away with dancing to a relic of a song like that, it might be New Year's Day. Vinny set for action against Biff Atlas here tonight. These two, tag team partners just a week ago at the WDW reunion show. But we saw a falling out this week on Syndicated and it looks like Vinny V's New Year's Resolution is to strike it out on his own in 2010. COACH I can respect that. Moving on up! Vinny V cuts a rug in the ring, until his music cuts out. He looks pertubed at the party stopping. Even more so when Biff Atlas heads to the ring, with no music, only a determined glare on his face. BUFFER And his opponent! From Venice Beach, California... he weighs two hundred and twenty pounds... BBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFFFFFF... AAAAAAATTLLLLLAAAAAAAASSSSSSS!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" COLE And listen to the crowd showing their support for Biff Atlas! Biff marches to the ring, pouting at his tag team partner. He rolls into the ring and wastes no time, brushing past a surprised Charles Robinson and immediately throwing wild fists at Valentine! COLE Woah, here we go, Biff going right after Vinny V! *DINGDINGDING* Hammering away on Vinny, Biff seems to be stuck in 'smash' mode and it takes the referee's full effort to pull Biff off of The Disco Duck. Biff seethes as he waits for Vinny to pick himself back up. One big right hand then rocks Vinny against the ropes. Putting up his fists, Vinny eats a second big right hand and his legs wobble. Punch-drunk he falls into Biff, who shoves Vinny back and throws a third big right hand, sending Vinny through the ropes to the outside! "YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Boy. I don't think we've ever seen Biff Atlas this aggressive before! Vinny rests on the apron, trying to clear his head. But Biff reaches over the ropes and pulls Vinny up by the hair! Valentine is then brought in the hard way, causing him to beg off. VALENTINE Come on, be cool daddio. His partner's begging causes Biff to hesitate. And Vinny takes advantage with a shot to the midsection. COACH He's still as dumb as a bag of rocks though. Vinny hammers on Biff, then throws him to the ropes. A boot doubles Biff up, setting him up for a kneelift. Cover by Valentine... 1... 2... No! Valentine does a quick dance move over Biff's body, then delivers a well-placed right hand to knock him back down. Biff's fists start to pump and his face reddens. But a knee to the back of his neck keeps him down, for another cover... 1... 2... No! COLE Valentine, showing real contempt for his apparantly former tag team partner. I don't get what his problem is. COACH He's sick of hanging around with a loser. Isn't it obvious? Biff Atlas is the biggest millstone you could hang around someone's neck. And Vinny got sick of carrying it. And having to deal with his idiocy all day, every day. Vinny picks Biff back up. A boot to the gut sets him up again, this time Vinny coming off the ropes and delivering a Swinging Neckbreaker. Hook of the leg this time... 1... 2... No! Running down his one-time partner, Vinny waits for him to start getting up and clubs him across the back. Biff doesn't flinch though. "LET'S GO BIFF!" "LET'S GO BIFF!" "LET'S GO BIFF!" "LET'S GO BIFF!" Vinny clubs Biff across the back again. And again. But suddenly, in mid-disco dance, Vinny realises that Biff hasn't felt either of them. Confused, he clubs Biff once more. Biff's eyes widen, a sudden transformation into a Biff Atlas who is IMPERVIOUS TO PAIN! COACH What is this about!? COLE Biff is shrugging off these shots. I think Valentine is simply making him mad. And you won't like Biff Atlas when he's mad! COACH I don't like him now, so of course I wouldn't! Breathing heavily Biff starts to walk towards Vinny, who starts to beg off, trying to calm his friend down. When that doesn't work Vinny punches him in the face. Some friend, huh? Vinny keeps punching Biff. But Biff keeps walking forward. Right hand after right hand, no effect, Biff ZOMBIEING forward until he has Vinny backed against the ropes and trying to beg again! Biff doesn't want to hear it though and NAILS Vinny with a right hand! Another! And a third! COLE Look at Biff unload! Irish whip sends Vinny for the ride, caught on the way back with a Running High Knee to the face! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Eyes wider still Biff circles around the ring, looking in amazement at his own hands. COACH This guy's an idiot! Using those apparantly interesting hands, Biff grabs Vinny by the hair. Picking him up, he traps the fearful Disco Duck in a waistlock and hits a Side Belly To Belly, looking for the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Rolling away into a corner, Valentine finds himself trapped again and nailed with another load of right hands. The referee steps in and moves Biff back, with no sign of Atlas stopping. Pulling Vinny out of the corner Biff sets him up, looking for a powerbomb. He lifts Valentine up and starts to run out of the corner... but Vinny slips free. Quickly grabbing the off-balance Biff by the head, he then drops to a knee, driving Biff's face into the other. COLE Ooh, counter by Vinny. Might have just saved himself right there, because Biff was ROLLING. COACH Yeah, it was impressive while it lasted, but you knew it was coming. After all, it's only Biff. Cover by Vinny... 1... 2... No! With Biff stunned Vinny shakes off the effects of the punches he's taken and signals for the end. Gutwrenching Biff, he lifts him up, looking for the tombstone... ...but starts to teeter backwards, Biff kicking his legs repeatedly. And Biff manages to reverse! Picking Vinny up for his own tombstone, Biff adjusts and puts The Disco Duck on his shoulders instead! Vinny flails around, screaming and shouting. But his pleas fall on deaf ears, as Biff positions him and hits the move formerly known as the Bad Hair Day, the DVD into the Michinoku Driver!!! COLE He hits it! Biff got him! COACH You gotta be kiddin'! 1... 2... 3!!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE BIFF WINS! BIFF WINS! *DINGDINGDING!* As if snapping out of a trance, Biff suddenly looks shocked hearing the three count and has to question the referee if he's actually sure that he won. Apparantly he is, so Biff tries his best to remember what it is people do when they celebrate winning. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match... BBIIIIIIIFFFFFFFFFF... AAAAAAAAAAATTLLLLAAAAAASSSSSSS!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE What was that you said a minute ago, Coach? It's [i]only[/i] Biff Atlas? COACH I admit it, I was wrong. That ain't Biff Atlas! Biff Atlas is a straight-up simp, a stone cold failure! This ain't what Biff Atlas does!! Biff continues to fail to hide his surprise as he celebrates the win. Rolling out of the ring he stares at the fans in amazement as he passes them, reaching out and tagging their hands. COLE It's amazing what a little determination and self-confidence can do. COACH Nah, nah. That ain't enough to turn this fool into a winner. There's got to be some other explaination. COLE Well... then, maybe he really does have superpowers! COACH Ugh! What's next? Sick of talking about this putz.

[b]***Last Kings Of Scotland w/Queen Esther -VS- Panic! At The Disco***[/b] A not exactly long-awaited rematch from last week's WDW 5th Anniversary Show saw Vinny Valentine and Biff Atlas get another shot at the Scottish hooligans. Eager to make up for that loss Biff hit the ring alone and was beaten on 2 on 1, until Vinny caught up to help him out. The brawl spilled around ringside until Biff and Danny Boy were deemed legal. The Scots worked over Biff, as Queen Esther applauded politely. Teeth gritted through the beating, Biff threatened to make a comeback a couple of times but was thwarted each time. Until, eventually, he caught Scottish Scott charging in the corner and threw him back out with an overhead belly to belly. Tag brought in Vinny V, who took the fight alone to The Scots for about 30 seconds, before running into a double spinebuster. LKOS set Vinny up for the finish, but Biff ran back in. Biff then proceeded to run wild, for about 30 seconds, before he too was cut off. And after a couple of corner avalanches and a double headbutt, Scottish Scott delivered a Jumping Piledriver and pinned Atlas. [b]Winner[/b]: Last Kings Of Scotland, via pinfall After another decisive loss, Valentine was less then pleased with Biff. And after cutting him down for his "stupid tactics", Biff started to hang his head. Which is when Vinny made the mistake of starting to SLAP Biff across the head. The verbal berating and the insulting slaps eventually became too much for Biff to take. And to the delight of the crowd, he bellowed up, grabbed Vinny by the throat and lifted him off his feet!! Vinny was flailed around before being thrown to the ground, at which point he scurried from the ring with fear in his eyes. At first Biff seemed surprised at what he had done, before hearing the cheers of the crowd and warning Vinny that he had "awakened the sleeping giant!" Okay then.

LONG awaited rematch! Last Kings Of Scotland vs. Panic! At The Disco

The lights alternate between red, white and blue as the catchy (and therefore annoying) intro to "Chelsea Dagger" by The Fratellis plays out through the arena. Punching his way through the curtains, Nathaniel Black raises his arms overhead with a sour look on his face. PENZER Ladies and gentlemen this next contest is set for one fall, introducing first, from London, England... he represents CUCARACHA INTERNACIONAL... NNAAAAATTHHHAAAAANNIIIIEEEEEEELLLL... BBLLLLLLLAAAAAACCKK!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Black saunters to the ring, flicking the V-sign at a couple of the more vocal fans. JR Nathaniel Black, not looking too happy to be back in an WDW setting. COACH Don't take it personally. I don't think Nat's too happy, period. Entering the ring Black mouths off at the crowd a little, before demanding a microphone. The fans give Black some abuse, so he just patiently waits for them to realise they're wasting their own time and shut up. BLACK For those of you, who 'ave a little trouble with simple things in life, like tellin' the time... and from the looks of you lot, that'd be the majority... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" BLACK ...World Domination Wrestlin' came back to TV screens, two an' a 'af years ago. Two an' a 'af years ago, I was wrestlin' in Japan, trynna make a livin' that I couldn't make over 'ere in the US. But World Domination Wrestlin', they looked at me an' they said "this guy has got [i]talent[/i]!" This guy could go places. This guy is a [i]WRESTLER[/i]. Two an' a 'af years ago, since they brought me back to the US. An' I've gotta say, on the record... it's been a miserable two an' a 'af years, stuck in this pisshole of a country! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" BLACK So, tonight, I come back to World Domination Wrestlin'... to face the one person in this company who I 'ate more than the Yanks. And that's the Brit, who acts like he's a Yank. Now, [i]everybody[/i] knows, that this "J-MAX" character is that scrawny little wanker, Jamie O'Hara, hidin' under a mask. He's ashamed to show 'is face. An' who could blame 'im? Well after tonight, he's gonna 'ave even more reason to be ashamed of 'imself. Cos tonight, I'm gonna give 'im the wrestlin' lesson I never got the chance to give 'im in World Domination Wrestlin'. I'm gonna show aaaaall of you Yanks what a real, [i]GREAT[/i] British wrestler really is. An' when I'm done with 'im, he'll be so embarrassed, even you penniless, healthcare objecting Americans will feel better by comparison! As Black throws down the microphone after his xenophobic speech, "Witness (1 Hope)" by Roots Manuva hits. Striding to the ring J-MAX slaps at a couple of hands before rolling straight into the ring and squaring up to Black. PENZER And his opponent. From Birmingham, England... J - MMMMMAAAAAAAAAXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" With the referee keeping the two Brits separated, J-MAX and Black jaw back and forth before being sent away to their corners. JR No love lost at all between these two men. And it all started here in WDW. *DINGDINGDING* As soon as the bell sounds Black and J-MAX are at it again, mouthing off to each other as they meet in the middle. Suddenly, Black shuts J-MAX up by dishing out a forearm. J-MAX shakes it off and retaliates with a forearm of his own. Black throws another forearm. And so does J-MAX. Grabbing hold of J-MAX's arm, Black puts a stop to the forearms with a quick arm-wringer, flipping J-MAX overhead. But J-MAX pops right back to his feet and gets in Black's face! So Black HEADBUTTS him! JR Oh, right in the face! What a vicious shot that was! COACH Well he was kinda asking for it, getting in Nat's face like that. Bet that's not the first time he's headbutted someone for doing that in his life. J-MAX is picked up off the mat and blasted with a European uppercut with Black, staying right on the attack. J-MAX rolls away to the ropes, trying to buy some time. He's dragged right back in though, snapmared to the mat and placed in a chinlock. JR J-MAX's nose could very well be busted open underneath that mask. And if that's the case, that'll make breathing very hard. Forcing J-MAX down to the mat, Black starts to test the nose some more by grinding his forearm across the face! J-MAX kicks out and again tries to roll away, adjusting his mask. Black follows him over to the ropes and dishes out a couple more forearms and some shots to the body, before being moved back by the referee. JR And Black is not letting up for a second here. Black backs away from the referee and takes a run-up at J-MAX, who sits against the ropes. J-MAX sees Black coming though and kicks his feet up. The kick puts Black on the backfoot and the momentum sees J-MAX flip over the top rope, landing on the apron. Quick as a flash, he springs to the top rope and flies back in with a crossbody block! 1... 2... No! Waiting for Black to get up, J-MAX lands a kick to the shoulder. And one to the chest. Black shoves J-MAX away, the masked Brit using his momentum to his advantage again and knocking Black down with a jumping forearm. Quickly back up, Black snatches out at J-MAX, who weaves behind and rolls Black up... 1... 2... No! As he gets up again Black manages to cut J-MAX off with a boot to the gut. COACH There we go Nat. Got to slow this down, don't let him use his speed. But Black tries to use [i]his[/i] speed, coming off the ropes with a lariat. J-MAX readies himself and stuns everyone by grabbing Black's scything arm and using it to backflip, onto his feet! And with Black bemused, J-MAX leaps up and cracks him with an enziguri!! "YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" Black staggers, but doesn't go down. Motioning to the crowd J-MAX hits the ropes. Shaking off the kick, Black lowers his head, trying to BUTT the oncoming SuperJay in the stomach. J-MAX floats over, looking for a sunset flip. But Black holds on. Reaching down, he lifts J-MAX off the mat with two hands by the throat and then throws him with an Exploder Suplex! JR J-MAX, so hard to catch. But Black managed it. COACH And how! Cover by Black, forearm forced against the nose just to be extra-mean... 1... 2... No! Despite kicking out J-MAX has been slowed right down, struggling to get back up. Black drops down and applies a half nelson, cranking the neck with his free hand. "J - MAX!" "J - MAX!" "J - MAX!" "J - MAX!" Just as J-MAX starts to respond to his fans, Black forces him down and drops a knee across the bridge of the nose! J-MAX kicks around in pain as he's forced to the mat... 1... 2... No! J-MAX rolls away into a corner. Charging in, Black wallops him with a clothesline against the turnbuckles. BLACK COME ON THEN! Slapping his opponent around, Black then throws him across the ring. This time Black finds no-one home on the charge though as J-MAX climbs the turnbuckles and backflips over him! J-MAX runs into the other corner, unaware that Black has stopped himself. A quick turn puts Black back on the charge. But J-MAX pulls out the Max Evade, leaning back and catching Black in the face with both feet! JR Just like I said, so hard to catch! Black staggers back. Pulling himself through to the apron, J-MAX then leaps over the top, landing on the middle rope and flying straight in at Black with a BLOCKBUSTER!! "YYYYEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COACH Oh, SNAP~! Cover by J-MAX... 1... 2... NO! J-MAX looks despairingly at the referee before waving Black up. J-MAX comes off the ropes... but Black cuts him off with a headbutt to the midsection. With J-MAX doubled up, Black then quickly hits a Half Nelson Backbreaker! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!" Black covers... 1... 2... NO! JR Back and forth between these two diometrically opposed Englishman. COACH Yeah. And also, they're pretty different. Giving the referee a foul look, Black waits for J-MAX to get back up. Off the ropes, he then unleashes a big LARIAT, turning J-MAX INSIDE OUT!! COACH BAH GAWD what impact! JR :huh: Black flips J-MAX over and hooks the leg... 1... 2... NO! BLACK WOT!? Unable to believe he only got 2, Black hounds the referee, who meekly holds up two fingers as he's backed up against the turnbuckles by the seething Brit. JR Black's got to keep his composure here. Punching the referee out won't do him any good. COACH It might make him feel better though. Try it! Black doesn't try it, eventually leaving the referee be. Turning back to J-MAX he loads up again, looking for another LARIA... NO! J-MAX ducks. J-MAX gets caught with a boot to the gut though. Going behind, Black goes for a back suplex. But J-MAX flips over and lands on his feet, before catching Black in the chest with a jump spinning back kick as he turns around! J-MAX adjusts his mask and hits the ropes, launching himself at Black with the Busaiku Knee Kick... ...but gets CAUGHT and DUMPED with a modified powerbomb!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" JR Wow, Black just threw J-MAX down like he was nothing! With J-MAX flat out on the mat, Black sneers and signals for the end. COACH One big move too many. JR It may have been, as Black, now going for the kill. Dragging J-MAX up, Black puts him in a standing headscissors. Crossing over the arms under J-MAX's body he pauses, scowls at the fans, then lifts J-MAX up for the BRITTANIA BOMB!! JR There it is. 1... 2... 3!!!!! *DINGDINGDING!* Black throws J-MAX aside and gets to his feet, snatching his hand away from the referee to raise himself. PENZER Your winner of the match... NNAAAAATTHHHAAAAANNIIIIEEEEELLLLLL... BBLLLLLAAAAAAAAACCKK!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The victorious Black marches around his fallen opponent and comes as close to a smile as he's likely to. Raising his arms again, Black is jeered again, but little does he care. JR It may have taken two and a half years to do so. But, I guess Nathaniel Black finally proved his point about pure, technical wrestling coming out on top over the high-flying, action packed style of Jamie O'Hara. If, of course, he and J-MAX are really one and the same. COACH Of course they are, dummy. Just like you painting moons on your belly doesn't make you any less of an Oklahoma redneck. Black leaves the ring and looks back in satisfaction, as J-MAX clutches his neck back in the ring.

[b]***Landon Maddix w/Megan Skye -VS- Tyler Bryant w/Jade Rodez-Duncan and Maya Blanchard-Duncan***[/b] Singles action for Tyler, against a former OAOAST World Champion. Tyler didn't let reputations intimidate him though and took the fight to Maddix early on, forcing the half-Spaniard to bail from the ring to try and keep the pace slowed down. After the third bailout, Tyler had had enough. Unfortunately, his decision to chase Landon around the ring was unwise and he fell right into Landon's trap. With the advantage, Landon slowly picked apart Tyler, cutting him off with a well-placed kick any time Tyler started to fight back. Landon started to enjoy himself too much though. And after taking an eternity over a second rope dropkick, he was caught and slingshot back into the turnbuckles! With the Duncan girls cheering him on Tyler ran wild, looking like he might upset the former World Champion. A top rope clothesline brought 2, a shining enziguri an even closer 2. Tyler went for the TKO, but Landon slipped out and almost won with a sitout sliced bread. Calling for the GTS, Landon was slipped out on though, Tyler rolling him up for 2. Just as things were looking good for Tyler though he took too long climbing the ropes and with his legs being swept, landing stomach first on the top turnbuckle. Landon took advantage, lifting him off to hit the Go 2 Sleep and get the pinfall victory. [b]Winner[/b]: Landon Maddix, via pinfall

Landon Maddix vs. Tyler Bryant

COLE Folks, back at November Reign we saw the battle between the team co-captained by Alix Maria Spezia and Alfdogg, defeated by the team lead by Leon Rodez and Reject. And plenty of experts will tell you that the turning point in that match was the first elimination, which was far from on the level. Bohemoth, Alix's secret weapon, taken out by a complete cheapshot from Reject's longtime tag team partner, Thunderkid. COACH It was glorious. For all you cheap bastards that didn't buy November Reign, here's what you missed out on. COLE ...see, this is why I do the intros into stuff like this. [QUOTE=NOVEMBER REIGN 2009]Once again TK is there to break up the pinfall! Bo gives chase to TK, but he remains elusive by scurrying out the ring. Less than pleased, Bo takes his frustration out on a now standing Mann by running bim down with a lariat! Bo then stomps the ground, psyching both himself and the audience up. He picks up Mann and sends him running to the ropes. There Reject makes a blind tag. This helps Mann not one bit; Bo raises him high into the air then nearly puts him through the mat with a deadly spinebuster! "YEAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Amidst the celebration over Bo’s impressive tactics, Reject has climbed atop the third rope. The Bronx favorite son flies off his nest with an axe handle smash aimed at Bo’s back. But The Meterosexual Monster whirls around and catches Reject across his arms. COLE Could there be an Erotic Awakening coming up? I feel something awakening deep within my loins! TK has different plans than Bo and pulls out a key item in their execution, a roll of quarters. While Mann distracts the referee with one of his famous rants, TK leans over the ropes and uppercuts Bo with a fist full of rolled up quarters! Bo timbers over like a massive redwood, and falls to the ground with blood pouring out as if a dam broke. COLE Good god! A recovered and very thankful Reject makes a desperation pin… ONE! TWO! THREE! "BULLLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!"[/QUOTE] "God Of Thunder" powers through the arena. The arena goes dark as the music hits and the entryway lights up yellow, then fills up with yellow smoke. Emerging through the haze, Thunderkid smirks to himself as he makes his way down the aisle. BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Green Bay, Wisconsin... weighing two hundred, fifty pounds. He represents THE DEADLY ALLIANCE... TTHHHUUUUUUNNDDEEERRRRRKKIIIIIIIIIIDD!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COLE Controversy still veery fresh in the minds of Bohemoth and his November Reign team-mates. Here's how Thunderkid reacted when we asked for his thoughts, earlier today. [COLOR=orange][i]OAOAST[/i][/COLOR] A small square box SWOOPS~ in and settles on the upper right hand side of the picture. In front of the OAOAST HeldDOWN~! backdrop stands Thunderkid, with Melissa casually reading a newspaper. Whistling to himself, TK 'accidentally' bumps into Melissa, giving her a start. MELISSA Oh! Heavens! THUNDERKID (terrible wooden acting) Whoops. My bad. MELISSA My my my, TK, is that a roll of quarters in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me? THUNDERKID Actually, it's a roll of quarters. *pulls out the quarters with a cheesy smile* MELISSA *jazz hands* [COLOR=orange][i]HELDDOWN~![/COLOR][/i] COACH :D COLE That's the worst acting I've seen since my mother last told me she loved me. Thunderkid stands in the middle of the ring, loosening up, not acting or joking around anymore. *BbwWbAhmotherfuckerLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!* "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The crowd explode as "Liberate" hits and out marches the 2009 Lethal Rumble winner. All business, Bohemoth marches straight to the ring, far from his usual cool, casual self. BUFFER And his opponent! From Greenville, South Carolina... weighing two hundred and eighty four pounds. He is "THE METEROSEXUAL MONSTER"... BBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - HHHHHEEEEEEEMMMMOOOOOOOOTTHHHHHH!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Bohemoth slides into the ring and the fight begins as Thunderkid tries to get the jump on the bigman's way in! *DINGDINGDING* COLE Thunderkid wasting no time at all, I think he realises the mess he's landed himself in and wants to clean it up as quickly as possible. TK hammers away on Bohemoth, which isn't enough to keep him down. And once on his feet Bohemoth starts to fight back with some big right hands. Thunderkid is backed up by the punches, but Bo wants him in check and throws TK into a corner before dishing out some more right hands. COLE And look at Bohemoth go to work! No concealed coins here, just rock hard fists! COACH Rock hard [i]closed[/i] fists! Whipping Thunderkid across the ring, Bohemoth goes for a charge in the corner. TK sidesteps though and Bo runs himself into the turnbuckles. Off the ropes, TK tries to take advantage as Bohemoth stumbles out. But Bohemoth cuts Thunderkid off with a mighty shoulder tackle! A stunned Thunderkid rolls back to his feet and walks right into a clothesline. Whipped to the ropes, the Green Bay native is then sent into the air with a BAAAAACK bodydrop~! COLE Woah! Thunder falling from the sky! Thunderkid falls against the ropes, reeling from the attack he's under. Bohemoth boots him in the gut and sends him off with another irish whip. This time TK manages to put the brakes on though, booting Bo in the shoulder. Bohemoth is now the one against the ropes and TK takes a run at him. A backdrop sends TK flying again, but this time he lands on the ring apron. And as Bohemoth turns around Thunderkid is waiting to hang his neck across the top rope. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" With Bo reeling, Thunderkid takes the rare trip to the top rope. Waiting for Bohemoth to turn around he then launches in with a Flying Shoulder Block!! COLE Wow! Big move from Thunderkid, who knew he could fly like that? Hook of the leg by TK... 1... 2... No! Thunderkid waits for Bohemoth to get up and starts teeing off with some punches. Pinpoint shots, up and down the body, plus a couple to the head. With Bo weakened he then turns and hits the ropes... and runs into a BIG boot to the face! COLE Ran right into that one though. COACH Come on TK, you're smarter than this big dummy. Regroup. Unable to do so, TK walks right into a Sidewalk Slam. Leg hooked... 1... 2... No! Bohemoth waits for Thunderkid to get back up, then delivers another clothesline, this time sending TK over the top to the floor! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COACH There we go, good move. Go outside and regroup. Smart. That's what it is. COLE Who are you trying to convince here? Bohemoth waits in the ring, allowing Thunderkid a little time to get his head sorted out. TK takes the referee's count of 6 before climbing back to the apron. Going to met him, Bohemoth gets caught with a shoulder through the ropes. And another one. Thunderkid then grabs the top rope and throws himself back inside, able to get a sunset flip... COACH See! SEE! 1... 2... No! Both men back up, Thunderkid goes for a big knockout of a right hand. Bohemoth ducks, then lands one of his own, knocking TK down. COLE Things aren't going Thunderkid's way here. That power game of his, not an asset when it comes to facing The Meterosexual Monster. Whipped into a corner, Thunderkid is blasted with a clothesline. Spit flies and Thunderkid looks winded. Scooped up over the shoulder by Bohemoth his situation doesn't improve any as the bigman runs him into the middle of the ring and delivers a big Running Powerslam! Cover... 1... 2... No! Bohemoth picks TK back up, but gets caught with a rabbit punch. And as he doubles over, a European uppercut. Thunderkid follows after Bohemoth, delivering a couple of boots to the gut. He then throws Bohemoth face-first into the top turnbuckle, exposing the kidneys for some free shots. COACH Thunderkid can do it all Cole. He's one of the hardest hitters in the OAOAST. And if you think he can't throw Bohemoth around, that he's not strong enough, you're counting my man down way too early. COLE I'm not doubting Thunderkid's strength. But it certainly hasn't come into play yet tonight. COACH Well, maybe he's pacing himself. COLE Gee, you're full of great observations tonight. COACH Why, thank you. After dishing out all the shots he can muster, TK takes a quick breather. He then goes to whip Bohemoth out of the corner, but gets reversed. Hitting the turnbuckles instead, Thunderkid staggers out and is lifted into a fireman's carry. A couple of elbows get TK free and he slips down the back, into a waistlock. Bo blocks a German suplex... and again. And then, he elbows his way out. Bohemoth whips TK to the ropes and tries to connect with another big boot. Reading the move this time Thunderkid ducks the boot and hooks the leg. Bohemoth is left off balance and thrown back with a back suplex, which TK bridges with... 1... 2... No! COACH And to think, you were doubting Thunderkid's strength. COLE I wasn't, I just said tha... COACH You'll never doubt him again, that's for sure. Boy do you look dumb now! COLE Are... are your headphones not working? Can you not hear me properly, is that it? Picking Bohemoth back up, Thunderkid summons some more of his strength and hits a T-Bone Suplex! Cover by TK... 1... 2... NO! Thunderkid lines Bohemoth up, a steely look in his eyes. He charges, looking for a clothesline. Bohemoth is ready though and NAILS Thunderkid with a body-shaking SPEAR!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE OH~! Do you think Thunderkid is a big Aaron Rodgers fan? Bohemoth jumps back to his feet and looks out at the crowd. And they respond. Thumbs Up. THUMBS DOWN~! COLE Here we go! Dragging Thunderkid to his feet, Bohemoth scoops him up for the Erotic Awakening. But Thunderkid kicks his feet like a madman and forces his away over the back. Bohemoth turns around and nails a right hand. But TK fires back. Right hand from Bo. Right hand from TK. Bohemoth lands another right, but then Thunderkid jabs him in the eyes! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" With Bohemoth momentarily blinded Thunderkid then hits the ropes and delivers the BICYCLE KICK~! COLE After the poke to the eye, not like this, surely! 1... 2... KICKOUT! COLE Wow, kickout by Bohemoth. Almost another injustice there. Thunderkid quickly picks Bohemoth back up and sets him for the Thunderbolt DDT. However, lifting Bohemoth up for it proves to be a problem. Bohemoth blocks the move twice, before countering with a vertical suplex. COLE Strength or no strength, I'm not sure Thunderkid should be relying on that Thunderbolt DDT to win this match. Holding his back as he gets back up Thunderkid is forced to duck as Bohemoth heads towards him with a clothesline. After narrowly avoiding one collision, he doesn't fare so well with the second, Bohemoth coming back off the ropes with a YAKUZA KICK~! 1... 2... KICKOUT! COLE Only two again! COACH TK, you're starting to look a little [i]"dirty"[/i], wink. Maybe it's time to [i]"do some laundry"[/i], wink wink. COLE You realise you're actually [i]saying[/i] wink wink, right? At least give yourself that much dignity. As Thunderkid starts to pick himself up, he starts to adjust his tights, which gives everyone a few suspicions. Including Bohemoth, who snatches TK by the arm. Thunderkid responds with a left hand, sucker punching Bohemoth. Forgetting about his tights Thunderkid then tries an irish whip. After a reversal and a couple of counter-reversals, it's Bohemoth who finally gets the whip, throwing Thunderkid into the turnbuckles. Bohemoth then comes charging... right into a boot to the jaw! COLE Oh, Bohemoth got caught coming in! Bohemoth staggers back and gets tripped by Thunderkid, who stacks Bo up AND PUTS HIS FEET ON THE ROPES!! COLE WAIT A MINUTE! THE FEET! 1... 2... 3!!!!! COACH YES~! COLE You've gotta be kidding me! *DINGDINGDING!* Thunderkid leaps off the ropes and rolls straight out of the ring, as Bohemoth sits up and looks around bemused. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match... TTHHHUUUNNDDEEERRRKKIIIIDD!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COLE I don't believe it, Thunderkid just STOLE ONE! Eyes widening, Bohemoth glances to the referee who is raising Thunderkid's hand in victory and jumps to his feet. Thunderkid starts to back up the aisle a little quicker and the referee decides that's the safest route as well, as Bohemoth curses to himself and lashes out in the ring. Hands on hips, he looks around and shakes his head in frustration. COLE That's twice that Thunderkid has screwed Bohemoth out of victories. And this one may be even more of a sickener than November Reign. Bohemoth continues to brood over his tainted loss as he leaves the ring. A couple of fans hold out their hands to Bo, but he's too caught up in his frustration to respond and curses out loud at what happened.

Unless Alf objects, at what is admittedly late notice, I've got Bohemoth versus Thunderkid.

*raises hand*

Filled. Better late than never, hopefully that's me caught up now.

*DINGDINGDING* As the bell sounds, the teams get together in their corners. Landon leads all seven of his team-mates with a last minute strategy session, while Baron makes it clear he's starting for his team. On the outside, Queen Esther blissfully waves to the crowd. COLE So let's see who's going to start things off out of this mass of humanity. Eventually the other members of each team line up on the apron. Which leaves Baron to starts things off with Lucius Soul. Lucius combs at his fro, while Baron's eyes wander over to Landon, making it clear who he wants. Baron and Lucius eventually lock up and the big Texan muscles Soul back into a neutral corner. LUCIUS Yo, step off me brother! Step off me brother! A clean break doesn't placate Lucius, put out at the fact his 'fro got messed with. He combs it back down, glaring at Baron for daring to touch his hair, before they lock up again. Baron quickly wrings the arm and gives it a couple of tugs, giving Lucius something worth worrying about. First tag is made to bring in Ned, to a cheer. Ned lays into Lucius's arm and takes over with the wristlock. Lucius goes to the gut with a knee though. Dishing out two right hands, Lucius then takes Ned over, making the tag to James Blonde. COLE Plenty of options there to tag here in the early going of this match. But as the eliminations come, this field will whittle down before your eyes. When a man is eliminated, his partner must go too, meaning this first fall will leave one team at an 8 to 6 disadvantage. Blonde tees off on Ned confidently as he comes in. But The Handsome Hustler doesn't stand for that for long. Reaching out for the blonde mane of his fashion conscious opponent, all it takes is one tug from Ned to bring JB down to his knees with a yelp. "HEY! HEY HEY HEY!" Cries of disgust from Blonde's corner rain in, as Ned ignores the referee and makes Blonde suffer a little. COACH Come on! He's treating him like a cheap hooker! COLE .... COACH Not that I'd know anything about that. COLE .... Tag is made by Simon and Blonde takes advantage, scurrying away. In comes Scottish Scott to match up with BOSS. The Scot goes to lock up with Simon, only for Singleton to duck underneath and grab a hold of Scott by the BEARD. "[i]HEEEYYY[/i]" The cries are now whines as the hair-based offence continues from the Cobras. Scott catches Simon with a back elbow to free his facial features, before they're torn off. Irish whip sends Simon for the ride, but the well-populated apron saves him as a blind tag is made by Blanchard. Simon manages to slide through Scott's legs to save himself, then uses a quick drop toehold to take Scott down, setting him up for the POINTY ELBOW~! COLE VINTAGE Ned and Simon! Ned covers... 1... 2... No! Ned tries to pull Scott up, but he breaks free and tags in Nathaniel Black. Black comes in and immediately blasts Ned with a European uppercut, which changes the mood in a split second. COLE Here's a man with a lot of frustrations. And eight opponents to take them out on. Backed into a corner, Ned is blasted across the chest with a double palm thrust. And another. Then another European uppercut. All serving to knock the wind out of Ned, while Black walks away and tries a charge. Ned sidesteps in the corner though and Black runs himself into the turnbuckles. Tag is made to MARV, who quickly runs the ropes and nails Black with a running dropkick. Black is knocked back against the ropes behind him, but not down. And he patiently waits for MARV to step his way, before dishing out another European uppercut. COACH Wow, Nat Black, just blasting dudes like... uh... like a European, I guess. With MARV down Landon suddenly makes himself seen amongst his many partners. Eager for the tag, he gets it, despite Black not being eager to tag out. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Landon quickly puts the boots to MARV, stopping for a second to pose for the crowd which almost draws in Baron. Both Blonde and Queen Esther look on with pride as Landon whips MARV to the ropes and delivers a Dropsault! Cover... 1... 2... No! Taking too much time picking MARV up, Landon allows the Edmonton native to crawl through the ropes and apply the tag. Annoyed, Landon turns around INTO A BIG KISS FROM MORACCA!!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" QUEEN ESTHER :O COACH AAH! COVER YOUR EYES, QUEEN! Unable to stand anymore, James Blonde comes in and peels (ew!) Moracca off of Landon. COLE Jealous much? COACH Hey! Blonde argues with Moracca (quite the task seeing as he speaks no English), while Landon overcomes the horror of what just happened. And he manages to clear the taste out of his mouth. Unfortunately, he does this by spitting, just as Blonde tries to punch Moracca and he ducks. BLONDE UGH! Surprisingly, Blonde isn't honoured to be covered in the phlegm of his leader and wretches it back at Moracca... who ducks again, causing Landon to be hit with the spit! COLE Landon and Blonde getting into some hot spit-swapping action, only here live in the OAOAST! Blonde tries to apologise to Landon, unaware that Mariachi has snuck into the ring. Despite the warnings from their partners. And Los Diablos grab onto the blonde locks of both Landon and Blonde, much to their horror, as their faces are pressed togethe... NO! The Mardi Gras Hellfire Club break up the potential man on mentor action! That draws in The Orange County Cobras, which draws in everyone else, for a MASS brawl!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE And it did not take long for this one to break down! All sixteen men going at it and good luck trying to control this referee Charles Robinson! The individual brawls spread around the ring and inevitably outside, just a sea of flying fists. Remaining in the ring, Los Diablos lie in wait for Landon and trap him, looking to deliver the Kiss Of Death. However before he can be taken down, Maddix is saved, as Lucius Soul flies in and nails Moracca with the POOOOOUUUUUUNNCCEEEE~!!! That leaves Mariachi still clinging to Landon, easily overpowered and spun into the mat with the Crash Landon '05! COACH Count ref! Pay attention! COLE Pay attention!? There's like 7 different fights going on! The ref finally does turn around to see Landon pinning Mariachi, despite Moracca being the 'legal' Diablo... 1... 2... 3!!! COACH Yeah! Count it! COLE Landon gets the pin, but on the wrong member of Los Diablos! COACH Ah, who cares? They look exactly the same. COLE Because they're Mexican!? COACH No, because they're wearing masks and covered from head to toe in pink lycra. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Los Diablos De Fuego Elimination: Mariachi by Landon Maddix TEAM LANDON 4(x2) TEAM BARON 3(x2) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Landon has the audacity, amongst all this fighting, to celebrate his pinfall win. He doesn't realise that Ned Blanchard has slid back in behind him and announces himself, via a fist to the face! COLE The match continues on regardless and with a 6 to 8 deficit for Ned Blanchard to try and rectify. Irish whip by Ned, setting Landon up for a Powerslam! 1... 2... No! Landon backs into a corner, trying to lure Ned in. But The Handsome Hustler is wise to all Landon's tricks and blocks the attempt at a kick to the gut. The sudden nice-guy act doesn't do Maddix any good either, begging off not an escape route. Ned drops the foot and starts to unload with right hands in the corner. Stomps then work their way in, forcing Landon down against the bottom turnbuckle, covered up as best he can against the boots. COLE Ned stomping an Orange County mudhole in Landon's chest and walking it dry! COACH Do they have mudholes in Orange County? Pulled back up, Landon is whipped to the opposite corner. Maddix gets a knee up on a Blanchard charge though. The brawls on the outside start to break off and the competitors start to get back on the apron, which allows Landon to tag Danny Boy. COLE Here comes Danny Boy, that ought to cheer up Queen Esther... COACH Oh my God, I forgot about the Queen! Is she okay!? She didn't get caught up with any of these fighting brutes, did she!? COLE I'm sure she's fine. Who cares? Back to the match. COACH [i]Who cares[/i]!? I oughta slap the shit outta you son, disrespecting a Queen like that! Where are your goddamn manners!? Danny Boy works over Ned, clubbing away at the back. Aiming him off with an irish whip Danny then throws a clothesline, but Ned ducks underneath. Putting on the breaks Ned waits, looking to catch hold of Danny Boy for the Stungun, but Danny Boy puts on the blocks and slams a double axehandle into Ned's back. DANNY BOY *beats chest* COACH Ach aye, Danny! After a couple more double axes, Danny tries to whip Ned again. But this time, Ned counters. Pulling Danny Boy in, Blanchard gets the double leg pick-up, turns 180 and hits the STUNGUN! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COLE Stungun! And a tag, to Singleton! Simon rushes up the turnbuckles, up top, for the ROCKET LAUNCHER!!! Ned stands guard... 1... 2... 3!!! "YYYYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COLE And just like that we are all evened up! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: The Last Kings Of Scotland Elimination: Danny Boy by Simon Singleton TEAM LANDON 3(x2) TEAM BARON 3(x2) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Queen Esther looks distraught, as her Last Kings are sent to the back. So distraught, she can barely look them in the eyes. Nor Ned and Simon, who wave them bye-bye. COLE Great job by the Orange County Cobras. That two man deficit never got a chance to be a factor, Ned got right in there and went right to work. COACH Shame on Danny Boy. Not the performance of Kings, really. Let their Queen down. Regrouping his team, Landon sends Faqu into the ring. COACH Hmm, what was that I just felt being picked up around me. Oh, that's right, BUSINESS! Ned squares up to Faqu, eyeing up the big Samoan... and decides to let Baron Windels have a go. Baron asks Ned what's up and he feigns a sore hamstring, before encouraging Baron to "go get 'em!" COLE So the two big men of the teams, Faqu and Baron. I guess Ned can admit when he's not the bigger man after all. COACH Come on, that was worse than my line! Eye to eye Baron and Faqu staredown, the Samoan growing ever angrier by the second. And he throws a big right. But Baron blocks and slugs Faqu in the jaw! Faqu tries again, but again Baron fires back. Big, Texas sized right hands rock Faqu against the ropes, setting up an irish whip and a dropkick, knocking Faqu off his feet! COLE Wow! Down goes Faqu! Baron quickly covers... 1... 2... No! Wringing the arm Baron controls the wild savage while Tim Cash comes in with an axehandle. Cash bars the arm and brings Faqu down to the mat. An elbow dug in the shoulder has Faqu grunting, which presumably means he's in pain. COLE One of the best technicians in the OAOAST is Tim Cash. And if he can keep Faqu down on the mat he stands a much better chance against him. Into a hammerlock, Cash drops a knee to the arm. Reaching out for a tag Tim then gentlemanly lets Ned Blanchard in on the fun, working the hammerlocked arm with a couple of knees of his own. Another tag then brings Baron in for more of the same. FAQU BLARRHAHARGH! RARRRAAHAHGAH!! COACH I think he's saying that Baron pulled the hair, Cole. COLE He did not! Baron keeps hold of Faqu as he climbs back to his feet. One hard elbow changes that though. Faqu follows Baron over to the ropes and headbutts him in the shoulder, then tries to throw him into the ropes. But Baron hangs on and pulls Faqu in for a Single Arm DDT! With Faqu down, Baron tries a cover... 1... 2... No! Pinning down the arm Baron reaches out for Simon, who comes in off the top with a flying knee to the bad arm! COLE And Baron's team doing a great job of isolating Faqu from his corner and working on that arm. Not the guy you'd expect them to target. COACH Yeah, what good is going after Faqu's arm? You think you're going to make him quit? Simon boots Faqu in the gut as he gets back up and tries an irish whip. Even with a bad arm though, Faqu has the strength to put on the brakes. Instead Faqu throws Singleton into a corner and crushes him with an Avalanche!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE There's the flaw in Team Baron's plan. Tag is made and as Simon staggers out of the corner, James Blonde runs up the turnbuckles and flies in from Simon's blindside with a knee to the side of the head! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Blonde puts the boots to Simon, before dragging him away from outstretched arms of his allies. A scoop and a slam places Singleton in position near the corner. And Blonde heads up the turnbuckles again. This time, from the second rope, he measures with a big right hand... but MISSES the Marty Jannetty Fistdrop, as Simon rolls out of the way! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" Rolling to the corner Simon tags in MARV, who comes in swinging. Unloading with right hands MARV runs through Blonde and takes a swing at Lucius and Rico on the apron as well. Blonde tries to take advantage of the lapse in concentration by cutting MARV off with a clothesline, but MARV ducks underneath and comes back at JB with a Running Hurricanrana! COLE The pace is picking up with The Christ Air Express! Blonde takes another wild swing at MARV and gets caught with a schoolboy... 1... 2... NO! MARV tries to charge at Blonde again, but this time The Trendsetter gets an elbow up to block. Blind tag is made to MEL though. And as Blonde charges, MARV leapfrogs, putting Blonde right in the path of a Flying Crossbody from MEL!! 1... 2... NO! COLE Teamwork like you're only going to see from MARV and MEL! COACH Yeah, but that doesn't make it any more legal. MEL quickly tries to whip Blonde to the ropes. But Blonde reverses... and with the referee busy putting MARV back on the apron, Landon Maddix takes advantage with a knee to the back!! COLE HEY! From the outside, Maddix! Stricken, MEL pulls up and falls prey to Illegally Blonde!! 1... 2... 3!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE And thanks to an assist, Blonde picks up the fall! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: The Christ Air Express Elimination: MEL by James Blonde TEAM LANDON 3(x2) TEAM BARON 2(x2) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Queen Esther applauds the ingenuity of Landon, who smirks at the fans whilst trying to look nonchalant. So nonchalant that he doesn't notice James Blonde celebrating. And as Blonde tries to get Landon's attention, he doesn't pay enough to Tim Cash, in from behind with an O'Connor roll! 1... 2... 3!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Horror-stricken, Blonde sits on his knees with his hands on his head as finally, Landon turns around, to see that his team's advantage lasted even less time than their first one! COACH OH NO! COLE Blonde caught napping! And we are all evened up again! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: James Blonde and Faqu Elimination: James Blonde by Tim Cash TEAM LANDON 2(x2) TEAM BARON 2(x2) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A despondant Blonde leaves, trying desperately to apologise to Landon at the same time. Meanwhile Nathaniel Black comes in to duke it out with Cash. COLE Looks like it's bed without dinner for James Blonde tonight! Maybe a few minutes on the naughty step! Blonde continues to plead for forgiveness as he and Faqu are ejected. Back in the ring, Black takes over on Cash with a series of European uppercuts and sends him to the ropes. Black aims for the midsection with a low headbutt, but Cash goes up and over with a sunset flip... 1... 2... No! Rolling through, Black takes the legs, looking for a crab hold. With a twist of his body Cash is able to escape, sending Black for a spin as well. Quick tag and Baron Windels comes in, going to work on Black with his Texas sized right hands and a couple of Cowboy Bebop elbows thrown in for good measure. Whipped from corner to corner, Black is set up for the flying BUTT bump of Futuramatude, but moves out of the way. He quickly tags Lucius, who tries to take advantage of Baron's rest in the corner with a Yakuza Kick... but Baron moves out of the way! COLE Ooh, and Lucius gets crotched! COACH That's okay. That's not going to hurt a stone cold pimp like Lucius! Once he's able to drag himself off the ring ropes, Lucius turns around and gets nailed with a clothesline. Baron tags in Simon and slams Lucius, for Simon to come off the top with a Flying Kneedrop! Cover... 1... 2... No! Lucius rolls away and tries to catch Singleton with a backhand slap, but Simon ducks. A boot to the gut doubles Soul up. Off the ropes Simon then delivers a running kneelift, carrying on off the ropes looking for a clothesline. Lucius avoids him with a leapfrog though, then delivers a Bicycle Kick to Simon as he comes back! COACH YEAH~! COLE What a shot, right to the BUTT of the jaw with that boot. Tag is made to Rico, who strokes down the porn 'stache and delivers the big legdrop, pinning Simon down... 1... 2... No! Rico slaps on a chinlock, trying to keep Simon from his corner. COLE It's an interesting line-up we're left with. The eight man tag team champions trimmed in half and Citizen Soldiers side by side with Simon and Ned, who've been far from good citizens in the past. But they're trying to get behind Simon right here. Fighting back to his feet, Simon goes to the ribs with an elbow. A second. And a third. Simon then tries to whip Rico to the corner, but the Brazilian reverses, only to miss with a clothesline in the corner! Simon tags Rico with a couple of right hands, then quickly tags in Ned. The Handsome Hustler comes in swinging, unloading on Rico, then on Lucius who tries to enter the ring illegally to help his partner. COLE And the old bitter feelings are beginning to spill over between the Cobras and the Hellfire Club! Ned and Simon tee off on Lucius and Rico respectively, all four men in the ring as their partners look on from the apron. Double irish whips set up the Mardi Gras duo for a double BAAAAACK bodydrop! "YYYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" COACH Come on ref, get some control up in this place! With Lucius hurt and rolling out of danger, Rico is left two on one. Simon and Ned set him up, signalling to the crowd that it's time for a special Double Feature. Together they send the Brazilian to the ropes... and deliver the Double Feature Flapjack, not realising that Landon had snuck out a hand while their heads were down. Ned goes for the cover, but the referee refusing to count. COLE I think a tag was made! Rico's not the legal man! Cussing out the referee, an unsuspecting Ned gets up from the cover. And on one knee, he's BLASTED in the face with a Superkick! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" With Ned rocked, Landon quickly picks him up and delivers the GTS, while Black plays blocker, keeping Baron and Cash from getting in... 1... 2... 3!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" COLE Oh man! The Cobras are gone and it's four on two... I don't think Ned has any idea what hit him! COACH A classic misdirection play! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Orange County Cobras Elimination: Ned Blanchard by Landon Maddix TEAM LANDON 2(x2) TEAM BARON 1(x2) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Too little too late, but Baron manages to muscle his way past Black and into the ring, to start unloading on Landon with right hands! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" The crowd go wild as Landon is pounded senseless, but are left deflated when Black finally cuts Baron off from behind. Black clubs away on Baron, until Tim Cash comes to the rescue and peels Black away. As they do battle, Landon waves for the Mardi Gras Hellfire Club, who quickly aide La Cucaracha in a 3 on 1 beating of the big Texan. COLE Okay, it's four on two, but that's no excuse for [i]this[/i] kind of numbers advantage. You're telling me the referee can spot that blind tag, but he can't see that there's six men in the ring? COACH He sees it. He just can't do anything about it. COLE ...that's just as bad! Baron ends up being kicked to the arena floor and his three attackers follow him outside, which at least solves Cole's problem. In the ring, Cash and Black exchange forearms, with the Brit getting the better of it. He delivers a European uppercut, putting Cash on the backfoot. Off the ropes Black then looks for a big Lariat, but Cash spins around the back, into a Backslide! 1... 2... NO! Rolling to his feet, Black grabs Cash and tries to cross the arms for the Brittania Bomb. Cash spins out before that can happen, leaping up to crack Black with a quick Enziguri! The Brit wobbles, but doesn't go down. So Cash quickly climbs to the top rope. Black manages to shake the effects of the kick off, but not in time to prevent Tim coming off the top with a Missile Dropkick! COLE Here we go, Tim's got him, he's got him! 1... 2... KICKOUT! Tim holds his head in his hands, but doesn't even think of complaining about the count. Meanwhile, on the outside, Baron is fighting back on all three of his opponents. Teeing off on Rico and Lucius, he dishes out right hands, alternating between the two. But in doing so, he loses sight of Landon Maddix, who has bailed to consort with Queen Esther. And before Baron knows what's happened, he's laid out, struck in the back of the head with the SCEPTER!! COLE LOOKIT... THE SCEPTER! COACH And the referee didn't see a thing! Brilliant! COLE Baron is knocked OUT, what is that thing made of!? With Baron KOed, Cash is all alone, but catches a break on Black with a double leg trip allowing him to slap on the MIDWEST SLING! No danger of Black submitting though, as Lucius slides in and blasts Cash with a boot to the side of the head! COLE And now, it's four on one! Five if you count Queen Esther! Ridiculous! With Landon standing back and looking on proudly, The Mardi Gras Hellfire Club pick Cash back up. Queen Esther cheers her knights on, as they set Tim up. Rico lifts him over the shoulders, as Lucius comes off the turnbuckles with the MOUSTACHE RIDE/SWINGING DDT COMBO!!!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COACH Spiked him! With Cash motionless, Landon strolls over and kneels down on Cash's chest, with a huge grin on his face. COLE Oh come on! 1... 2... 3!!!! QUEEN ESTHER YAAAAAY!! *DINGDINGDING!* The Queen jumps for joy, clapping her hands, as Landon stands up as nonchalantly as he had gotten down. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winners and sole survivors... THE MARDI GRAS HELLFIRE CLUB... and, NATHANIEL BLACK and LANDON MADDIX!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COLE And after all that, Landon had to get the glory. Gimme a break. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Citizen Soldiers Elimination: Tim Cash by Landon Maddix SOLE SURVIVORS: MARDI GRAS HELLFIRE CLUB, LANDON MADDIX and NATHANIEL BLACK ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Queen climbs into the ring to join the celebrations, as Landon shares a handshake with both Rico and Lucius on a job well done. As she skips into the ring Queen Esther is then taken by the hand by Landon, who kisses the hand and raises it in victory. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" COACH Bravo! Bravo! COLE Oh, please. This is sickening. Landon, the Queen and her Hellfire Club continue to lord it over everybody in the ring, with Black happy to have won too, but not one for 'lording it'. Or 'happiness', really.

Yeah. I'll have the 16 man SSeries match too, and I'll edit it into November Reign too for historical purposes. But it'll save people having to go back and read that as well. Hopefully some other stuff now I'm somewhat caught up.

Nathaniel Black vs. J-MAX

*DINGDINGDING* The teams quickly decide on who's going to start. Megan Skye for Holly's team and Sophie for Team Morgan, cheered on by all her team-mates, except Morgan who stands withdrawn from the rest staring at the ringmat. COLE An awkward position for Sophie to be in, teaming [i]with[/i] the girl who took her Women's Title, Morgan, fighting against the team her cousin Josie Baker has backed. COACH L'problem. Sophie and Megan lock up and Sophie applies a headlock, to cheers from her team. But Megan quickly performs a legsweep and Sophie faceplants into the mat, which quietens them down. Sophie checks her face for damage as Megan stomps the back. Picking Sophie up, Megan tests the face again, with a forearm smash. Sophie falls against the ropes and Megan's team-mates are now the more vocal as she stomps the French girl down. COLE Megan Skye taking no nonsense here tonight. I suppose she takes enough of it out of the ring, having to deal with Landon, so why do it here? Irish whip sends Sophie for the ride, but she ducks a clothesline and responds with a crossbody block... 1... 2... No! Sophie reaches her hand forward and tries to make it to her corner, but is cut short with a kick to the ribs. She falls to her knees and Megan delivers a shot to the back, before dragging Sophie across and tagging in Lorelei. COLE In comes Lorelei, with her opponent compromised, of course. Stomps in the corner earn a warning from the referee and earn the referee a cold glare as Lorelei is forced to bring Sophie out into the ring. Snap suplex and a cover... 1... 2.. No. Lorelei drops a knee to Sophie's midsection and reaches out, tagging Holly in. The crowd boo as The Angel Of Death steps in and steps her black combat boot into Sophie's ribs. Morgan continues to shy away from everything around her and makes no eye contact with Holly, who scoops up Sophie and slams her to the mat. With a scowl on her face Holly backs up and glances Morgan's way as she comes off the ropes. But that momentary distraction costs her, as Sophie rolls out of the way of an elbowdrop. "YAAAAAAAAAAY!" Quickly across to her corner, Sophie tags to Melody. COACH Oh, this geek. Powerbar fully charged, Melody comes in a ball of energy. She throws a dropkick, sending Holly head over heels. Holly walks right into a second dropkick. And then a third. Melody lies in wait for Holly to get back up again, hand shaking with anticipation, ready to deliver the JUDO CHOP... ...and Holly just stands there and gives Melody a funny look. So Melody quickly goes low with a drop toehold and oklahoma rolls Holly up instead... 1... 2... No! Holly grumbles to herself as she gets back to her feet, getting frustrated with the speed of Melody. A lunge and grab fails, Melody ducking low and evading. And this time she throws the dreaded JUDO CHOP, bonking Holly right on the top of the head! After a couple of seconds of mild discomfort, Holly realises she's not really that hurt and angrily kicks Melody in the gut, putting her on her BUTT. COLE I think that chop just annoyed Holly. COACH Can you blame her? She's dealing with a nerd. Treat her like one. With Melody left winded and surprised a tag is made, to sister Melissa. Reject's girl smiles from ear to ear as she steps in and starts kicking away at her nerdy Nerdly sibling. Grabbing her by the hair, Melissa throws Melody's face the mat, then turns to pose to the camera. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Melissa picks Melody up and buries a knee to the gut from a clinch. And another. An irish whip then sends Melody off for a back elbow and another batch of posing. All smiles, she shadow-boxes, waiting for Melody to get back up so she can start teeing off. Safe to say Melissa is better at boxing shadows than people though. Her first punch is ducked and she's struck in the face with a Standing Yakuza Kick! COLE Ooh, right to face! That might stop Melissa's preening and posing. COACH That ain't no ordinary face either Michael. That face belongs to the World Champ. He owns that face. So that ain't cool. Tag is made and Molly Nerdly is already halfway to the top rope, ready to fly down onto Melissa with a big Crossbody Block!! COLE Molly taking flight! And Melissa with more than her face to worry about! Completely left reeling by this sudden turnaround, Melissa staggers back to her feet. Molly is waiting with a boot to the gut, before turning her sister over and dishing out the Final Cut (Pro 2)!! 1... 2... 3!! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" COACH What!? COLE Say goodnight Melissa, time to go back and get the Champ ready. Or look at yourself in the mirror for a couple of hours. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Melissa Nerdly Eliminated by: Molly Nerdly TEAM MORGAN 5 TEAM HOLLY 4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Holly and Lorelei are left holding their hands on their heads, while Megan reacts a little quicker and jumps Molly from behind. COLE Well that's an earlier disadvantage for Team Holly, now one girl down. COACH That's okay, plenty of time to recover. Megan clubs away on Molly before looking for an irish whip. Molly is able to reverse the whip and guides Megan into one of the neutral corners. However, she misses with a charge and her controversial Boxoffice Bust crashes into the turnbuckles. Megan turns her around in the corner and starts to go to work, attacking Molly's midsection with a series of middle kicks. COLE There's that kickboxing offence of Megan. Those feet, very proficient. COACH Yeah and they're pretty effective too. COLE ..... With Molly hurt, Lorelei is eager to come back in and gets her wish. Lining up Molly in the corner she charges and puts her rear-end to good use with a running BUTT smash, crushing Molly against the lower turnbuckles. COLE No love lost between Molly and Lorelei, former allies within The Enterprise until the big fallout with Ned Blanchard and Theodore Moneymaker. COACH No love lost between Lorelei and anyone on Morgan's team. Not me though. I got plenty o'love for her. One day.... After dishing out a double axehandle to Molly's back, Lorelei walks over to her opponents' corner and taunts them by throwing a roll of twenty dollar bills from off of her ring attire! Throwing the money at them doesn't prove much of an insult though. Especially when Maya reaches into the ring and snaps up all the bills in astonishingly quick time. A costly insult is then added to as Lorelei is then flung face-first into the corner by a smart move from Molly. COACH What's with all the abuse to the faces here!? Lay off a little, girls! Tag is made and Jade comes in for the first time, to a hearty cheer. She goes to work on Lorelei with forearm shots in the corner before bringing her out with a big running Bulldog!! JADE WHAT'S UP TORONTO!? "YYYYYAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!" Maya briefly glances up and shrugs. MAYA That was probably lame. But, I don't give a hoot, I'm already up 140 bucks! Trying to weasel her way out of the ring Lorelei tries to cut a deal and suggest she and Jade should both make a friendly, unrestricted tag to someone else. But she gets a big NO DEAL and popped in the face with a left hand! Jade then paws her with an open right. With a guttural shout, Jade then pulls a 360 and knocks Lorelei down with a big clothesline! COLE And Jade is ROLLING~! Lorelei tries to get to her corner but has her foot caught by Jade. However, a firm kick with the free leg catches Jade right in the breadbasket and she's forced to let Lorelei go, allowing a tag to Megan. Skye comes in and goes right for the kill, aiming high with the CHICK KICK... but Jade ducks and catches Megan on the way back around with a front dropkick to the chest! COACH Her head was nearly rolling there, rolling back up the aisle. COLE But Jade managed to avoid the kick and now back in comes Melody. A little too eager to come in, Melody is forced to check her run. And by the time she's 360'd back around, Megan is waiting and hangs Melody across the top rope with a hotshot! COLE The momentum is shifting back and forth in this one. A real rollercoaster ride for the team captains, or so you'd think, but I'm not even sure Morgan has looked up once since this match started. Megan grabs hold of Melody by the hair and takes her over to a corner. Hopping to the middle rope, Skye sets up for a Tornado DDT. But Melody fights out. Breaking free of Megan's facelock, she takes a step back and unleashes a thunderous SHORYUKEN, causing nerds and geeks around the world to wet themselves with sheer joy! Coincidentally, some of whom sit in this wrestling audience. "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Knocked silly Megan slumps forward and falls off the ropes, right onto Melody's shoulders. Melody carries Megan to the middle of the ring and delivers a big TKO, then rolls on top... 1... 2... 3!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COLE And just like that, Team Holly are down by two! And Holly cannot believe her eyes! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Megan Skye Eliminated by: Melody Nerdly TEAM MORGAN 5 TEAM HOLLY 3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As Megan is rolled out of the ring, Holly is left with just Lorelei and Malaysia for company and berates her latest beaten team-mate. For the first time in virtually the whole match, Morgan glances up and looks around to see her 'team' with the numbers advantage, almost enough to bring her out of her shell. COLE This is not going the way Holly was expected. Or, I'm sure, the way Josie Baker was expecting. A five to three deficit! COACH If there's one consolation for Holly though, it's that one of those three is Malaysia and she almost counts for two by herself. Having had enough of this crap Holly steps into the ring with a purpose, trying to lead by example. She goes right on the attack on Melody, who is quickly overwhelmed, but manages to fight her way out from Holly's flying fists. Running away to create some distance, she lures Holly in and evades her again, getting across to tag Jade. COLE And Morgan's team making plenty of quick tags, except to Morgan herself. Jade beats Holly to the punch as she comes in and fends Holly off with forearms before she hits the ropes. Able to duck a clothesline, Jade knocks Holly down with a thesz press... 1... 2... No. Rolled off of Holly, Jade quickly picks herself up and dishes out an open left hand. And then an open right. Before Jade can go for the spinning clothesline though Holly reaches out and rakes Jade's eyes! COLE Holly getting desperate. COACH Are you kidding? She'd rake the eyes of a corpse if she thought it would hurt. With Jade momentarily blinded Holly tries to charge at her, only to be blocked off with an elbow. With enough vision left to tag Jade gets over to bring Sophie into the match. The French girl waits for Holly to charge in again and navigates around it, into a schoolgirl... 1... 2... No! Holly goes to grab Sophie's hair, but is tripped up and rolled back onto her shoulders... 1... 2... No! COACH Man, Holly needs to watch herself. If she gets pinned and it's 5 on 2, that ain't gonna go down well with the boss-girl. Tumbling over with Holly, Sophie scrambles back to her feet as well. The French girl ducks a wild clothesline and reaches up, hooking Holly with a neckbreaker! Lorelei despairs from the outside, as Sophie comes off the ropes and follows up with a Big Splash... 1... 2... Kickout! As Holly gets back up Sophie tries to take control and grabs a side headlock. She's turned away from her corner though and thrown to the ropes. Sophie tries to make lemonade out of [i]citrons[/i], preparing to throw a clothesline. But Holly cuts Sophie off with a well-placed boot. Holly then takes a step to the side and SLAMS her combat boot into the side of Sophie's head! COLE Ooh! COACH Dayyum! Sophie looks shocked to have been hit so hard and holds her ear in pain. Hauling Sophie right back up, Holly takes aim, flinging the French girl hard into the turnbuckles. As she staggers out, Sophie then suffers another kick to the gut and is given a dose of PERCUSSION to her already ringing head! COLE That's going to do it for Sophie, I'm afraid. 1... 2... 3!!! COACH That oughta even things up a little bit. COLE That kick to the head was just too much to recover from. Sophie's bell was well and truly rung. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Sophie Eliminated by: Holly TEAM MORGAN 4 TEAM HOLLY 3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As Sophie rolls outside into friendly arms, Jade comes in to replace her and lays into Holly with some forearm shots. Holly cuts Jade off with a knee to the gut, then rears back and delivers one hard right hand to drop Little Miss California. She then tags in Lorelei, who quickly sends Jade off the ropes. Jade ducks underneath a clothesline though, waiting for Lorelei to turn around and delivering the Sweet Dreams! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Jade looks over to her corner and points to Morgan, asking the crowd if they want to see her in. COLE Looks like we might see the team captain in for the first time... or, maybe not. Continuing to shy away from any contact with her team Morgan hangs her head and sadly shakes it, not wanting to come in. Jade asks the crowd to make a little more noise, hoping that will help. And Maya tries to convince Morgan from the outside. COACH Come on, if the girl doesn't want in, she don't want in. Leave her alone. COLE They're just trying to include Morgan in the match, what's so wrong about that? COACH They want her to get beat so she won't turn around and zap them, that's what they want. COLE I don't think so. Finally, after much coaxing, Morgan meekly reaches out her hand and makes the tag. And some of the crowd cheer, which takes her a little off-guard. Jade holds Lorelei in place, a look of fear on the Money Honey's face as Morgan walks in and gives her a boot in the ribs. COLE Teamwork from Morgan and Jade! Lorelei shuffles back into a corner and tries to beg off from Morgan. Her pleas of "WE'RE STILL FRIENDS" fall on deaf ears though and she's dragged to her feet... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...for a knifedge strike to the chest! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" And another. Her assets stinging, Lorelei reaches out and shoves Morgan away. It's only when Morgan picks herself back up when Lorelei realises what she's done, seeing the look on the Women's Champion's face. And before Lorelei even has a chance to beg off Morgan unleashes with a Lightning Kick, repeatedly kicking Lorelei in the corner. COLE And Morgan, unleashing her fury on Lorelei! Couldn't happen to a nicer person! COACH What are you talking about? Lorelei gave Morgan everything she ever wanted. Love, loyalty, safety, money. And this is how you get repaid? Once Lorelei is beaten down sufficiently, Morgan whips her former "friend" out of the corner. Lorelei gets her foot up on the turnbuckle to stop another collision, then sticks out an elbow to nail Morgan coming in. A bodyslam puts Morgan down and suddenly a vengeful look comes over Lorelei's face. She smiles an evil smile, grabbing Morgan's wrist and dragging her over. Lorelei then looks up at Malaysia... but as she goes to tag her, Holly intercepts the tag and comes in instead. COACH Uh-oh, Holly wants in and she wants a piece of Morgan! Holly goes right to work with her heavy boots, stomping the tiny frame of the Women's Champion repeatedly. Poor Morgan is rocked with every stomp and she tries to cover up, as the referee moves in to get Holly to back up. The ref manages to keep Holly at bay long enough for Morgan to pick herself up, letting out a SCREAM of rage and DIVING onto Holly with a wild frenzy of slaps and scratches!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COACH SHIT JUST GOT REAL! Ripping and clawing at each other Holly and Morgan roll around on the mat, as everyone else looks on helplessly. Lorelei steps in ready to break the fight up, as does Jade, cancelling each other out while Morgan and Holly roll underneath the bottom rope and land in a heap on the arena floor... and then keep fighting some more!! COLE These two are GOING AT IT! I don't think there's enough people in this building to pull Morgan and Holly apart! COACH They might have to wait until one of them has ripped the other's flesh off and they're just dealing with a carcass! As the fight continues, the referee stands over the ropes, helplessly to do anything except count. Morgan and Holly pay absolutely no attention to that, too busy trying to claw each other's eyes out and choke each other unconscious. And it doesn't take long for the referee to reach ten (roughly ten seconds, as luck would have it!) and signal to the outside. COLE I tell you what, if OAOAST officials sign these two to another one on one match, we may never have seen a fight like it! These two aren't trying to beat each other. They're trying to HARM each other! Referees pile out from the back and the action in the ring has stopped, everybody transfixed on this war unfolding in front of them. It takes at least 8 people to pull Holly and Morgan apart. 8 brave men, Holly and Morgan kicking and lashing out in an attempt to get at each other again. "LET THEM FIGHT!" "LET THEM FIGHT!" "LET THEM FIGHT!" "LET THEM FIGHT!" COACH No, don't let them fight! They're gonna rip each other to shreds! Morgan starts throwing a fit, clearly not happy with being manhandled by four referees telling her to calm down. And as she starts to freak out, Maya rushes over to try and help out, seeing Morgan in distress. Maya's way seems to work a little better than the referees. But all of a sudden, Holly breaks free of the referees restraining her and BOOTS Morgan right in the head, sending her flying back against the barricade!!!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" COLE Oh, what a cheapshot! What a cheapshot! Morgan lays hurt on the floor as Holly is restrained again and dragged away by the referees. A camera follows her up the ramp, which even on PPV is a bad idea and sends the bleep button into overdrive. COLE We apologise for those comments by Holly... uhm, [i]all[/i] of them. I think we've finally got some order restored here but at the cost of Morgan being hit with a vicious kick, which she didn't even see coming. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled that both Holly and Morgan Nerdly have been COUNTED OUT! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Morgan Nerdly and Holly Eliminated by: Double CO TEAM MORGAN 3 TEAM HOLLY 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The remaining referees and Maya try to tend to Morgan and help her to the back, Holly now hauled off and out of earshot. Thankfully. COLE So that's both team captains gone. And what are we left with... we've got Melody, Molly and Jade on one side. And on the other, Lorelei DeCenzo and Malaysia, who has yet to tag in during this entire match. Don't expect that to last long. As the two remaining teams regroup, Melody steps in for her team. Lorelei assumes leadership with Holly gone and she tries to motivate Malaysia, before sending her into the ring. COACH What a gracious woman, finally letting Malaysia have her turn in the ring. Unselfish to a fault, Lorelei DeCenzo. COLE That's one way of looking at it. If you're an idiot. Malaysia squares up to her nerdiest sister and dares her to take a free shot. Melody knows too much about her sister to fall for that though and dodges behind, trying to put Malaysia out with a sleeper hold. Hands on hips, Malaysia doesn't seem concerned and reaches up, dumping Melody over to the mat. Dusting herself off, Melody moves in again, but gets grabbed by the throat! Melody bats at Malaysia's arm, trying to break her grip. A firm shove sends The Game Genie stumbling back against the ropes, bouncing her back into an equally firm boot to the chest! COLE There has never been a competitor in the women's division so physically dominant as Malaysia. You think of all the success Krista and Alix have had against the male competitors, but a lot of that success comes from technique and strategy. Malaysia is an absolute powerhouse! Picking Melody back up, Malaysia rears back and brings a booming forearm down across the back. Another hard forearm leaves Melody wincing in pain. Thrown to the ropes, Melody ducks under a clothesline though, coming back with a flying body tackle. Clumsy and not very elegant, it doesn't do much but stagger Malaysia. Melody tries again, with the same result. So she hits the ropes a third time and catches Malaysia in a sunset flip... 1... 2... No! Melody stomps on Malaysia as she gets back up, not doing enough to keep her down. Hitting the ropes again Melody looks to dish out some Nerdly Revenge, going for the Wheelbarrow Bulldog... ...but Malaysia shoves Melody down, face-first into the mat! "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Like she was nothin'! Grabbing onto Melody's feet before they fall out of reach, Malaysia quickly steps through and applies the Inverted Boston Crab!! Melody thinks about crawling for the ropes, but not for long, before tapping out! COACH One down. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Melody Nerdly Eliminated by: Malaysia Nerdly TEAM MORGAN 2 TEAM HOLLY 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Molly jumps Malaysia as soon as she lets Melody go, but does little better in inflicting damage on big sister. In no mood for taking shit, Malaysia grabs Molly and takes her over to a corner, then starts driving shoulders into the ribs. COACH Like. She. Was. Nothin'! COLE Malaysia is taking the fight to her sisters. There's no such thing as a handicap match in her mind. And now the sides have been evened up. After working Molly over with the shoulders, Malaysia whips her across the ring and delivers a crushing Avalanche!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE And look at the big smile on Lorelei's face. COACH Even money couldn't buy a better partner. Molly falls to her knees gasping for air. Hanging her sister over the rope, Malaysia chokes her against the middle rope with a sinister smile on her face. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" Malaysia lets go of Molly, only to place her head the other side of the ropes and pull back on the hair this time! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" COACH Just like the good ol' days up the road in Edmonton at the Nerdly compound. COLE House. COACH Same thing. Dragging Molly back up, Malaysia sends her away to arm's length, then drags her back into a forearm shot. Molly falls to her knees again. Malaysia decides to inflict some more pain by pulling back on the hair again, then breaking the count by throwing Molly face-first into the mat. Over in the corner Jade and Maya do their best to encourage Molly, but it's clear she's completely at her sister's mercy. Especially when her neck is stepped on and she's left trapped in place, unable to escape. COLE This doesn't look good at all for Molly. Or for Jade. Picked back up, Molly is scooped up into Malaysia's arms with ease. And then thrown with even more ease, right across the ring with a Fallaway Slam! JADE COME ON MOLLY! YOU CAN DO IT! MAYA SAVE YOURSELF! RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN! JADE :huh: MAYA Sorry, gotta stay on message, huh? Malaysia waits for Molly to pick herself back up and charges at her, aiming with a hard Yakuza kick to the chest... but Molly sidesteps and goes for a backslide! COLE Look at this, a counter! COACH No way. No way. No way is right, Molly without the strength to pull Malaysia down. And what was a nice idea turns out to be the beginning of the end, as Malaysia turns around and grabs Molly in a gutwrench. Jade watches on, fearful for her team-mate, knowing exactly how it feels to suffer the CANADIAN BACKBREAKER PILEDRIVER!!!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COACH Bye bye boobies. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Molly Nerdly Eliminated by: Malaysia Nerdly TEAM MORGAN 1 TEAM HOLLY 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Molly thrown aside Malaysia looks over to the last girl standing on the opposition. Trepidation would be a good way to describe Jade's mood at this point, despite the support of the Toronto crowd starting up. Lorelei leans over the ropes and pats Malaysia on the back for a job well done, a big smile on her face. COLE And what a position this leaves Jade in. COACH Her only hope is to turn tail and run. No lie. Malaysia is just slayin' girls. And if that weren't bad enough, she's got someone just as dominant waiting on the apron to be tagged and do the same! COLE Are you kidding me? Jade slowly climbs into the ring and squares up with Malaysia, no stranger to the most dominant Nerdly of the bunch. Malaysia smiles down at Jade and remarks "long time, no see", about as unnervingly as is humanly possible. But Jade doesn't back down and unloads with forearms shots! Getting about four in, Jade has the presence of mind to duck underneath a swing from Malaysia and catch her with another four or five quick strikes. COLE Jade has found the formula to beat Malaysia in the past. Hit and run, try and keep this mighty woman on her toes. Failing, Jade is suddenly on her toes, thanks to Malaysia gripping the top of her cheerleader costume and nearly lifting her feet off the mat. A careless shove sends Jade tumbling back into a corner. But as Malaysia charges, Jade dodges out of the way and Malaysia hits the turnbuckles. Jumping up, Jade pins Malaysia in... "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" ...and no more, Malaysia suddenly lifting Jade up off the ropes and holding her by the throat! COLE Uh-oh! Malaysia leaves Jade hanging for a few seconds before dropping her the considerable distance to the mat. The back of Jade's head bounces off the mat and Malaysia places her foot on her body... 1... 2... Kickout! Jade slowly crawls to the ropes, needing their help to get to her feet. Stalking right behind, Malaysia waits for Jade to reach out, then stands on her hand! COLE Malaysia is startig to enjoy herself. In that sick, twisted way of her's. Pulled back to her feet, Jade is struck in the chest with a forearm and crumbles to the mat. "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" Maya plays cheerleader, realising her sister needs some help. All the fans in the world joining hands and spelling out Jade's name with multi-coloured flashlights probably wouldn't do much good against Malaysia though. She tries to fight back, punching Malaysia in the breadbasket. Malaysia just shrugs the shots off though, clubbing Jade in the back to snuff her out. Reaching down, Malaysia then scoops Jade up and delivers a big Side Slam! LORELEI MALAYSIA! TAG! TAG ME IN! Not used to get orders, outside of foreplay at least, Malaysia looks at Lorelei with some curiousity as she demands the tag. So Lorelei takes it upon herself and pats her partner on the shoulder. COLE I guess Lorelei's satisfied that Malaysia's done the work. And now she wants the glory. COACH Well that's cool. Malaysia enjoys doing the work more than she would the glory anyway. Lorelei picks up right away, putting the boots to the defenceless Jade to the disgust of the crowd. Revelling in it Lori gives the "money fingers" to the crowd as she picks Jade up. COACH Looking good, Lori! After a couple of blows across the back Lorelei loads Jade up, whipping her to the ropes. Lorelei attempts a back elbow, but Jade ducks underneath and gets ready to throw a big forearm. However, Lorelei catches her. Jade elbows her way out of the uranage attempt, only for Lorelei to grab hold of the hair and tug Little Miss California down to the mat by it. Boos rain down on The Money Honey as she hooks Jade up, a smirk on her face. Hooking the leg, she takes Jade up, looking for the Cash Flow... BUT JADE COUNTERS WITH AN INSIDE CRADLE... 1... 2... 3!!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" LORELEI :O ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Lorelei DeCenzo Eliminated by: Jade Rodez-Duncan TEAM MORGAN 1 TEAM HOLLY 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lorelei looks stunned and hounds the referee, refusing to believe what happened. COLE A lapse of concentration from Lorelei and she is gone! What a move from Jade! And we're down to one on one! Rubbing Lorelei's face in defeat, the wacky dance of Maya Duncan-Blanchard just makes the loss all the harder for Lorelei to bare. She finally leaves the ring, bitching out people in the crowd as they wave her goodbye. COLE Looks like The Money Honey finally got too greedy. COACH Oh you're just bringing the laughs tonight, aren't you? BOOOOOO! You suck! This is horrible. With Lorelei gone, Jade drags herself to the ropes. Weary and winded, she hangs against the ropes, watching on disheartened as she sees Malaysia stepping back into the ring to face her again. Malaysia doesn't look concerned about being left on her own. Far from it. She smiles and waves for Jade to get back to her feet. "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" Determined not to let anyone down Jade picks herself up and squares up to Malaysia one more time. COLE After all the battles these two had last year, this is what it comes down to tonight. Jade and Malaysia. Once she's summouned up some energy, Jade prepares to throw the first shot, but Malaysia beats her to it by grabbing her around the throat! Jade fights and struggles but Malaysia backs her across the ring, into a corner. The referee gives Malaysia a five count and she breaks on four, to throw a big forearm... but Jade dodges out of the way. Right hands start flying as Jade tries to take advantage of this opportunity, wailing away on Malaysia. Jade then tries an irish whip. But Malaysia doesn't budge. COLE Uh-oh. No go! Jade's eyes widen as Malaysia pulls her back in and throws a short clothesline. Jade avoids it though. Finding herself in the corner, Jade quickly kicks up off the turnbuckles, thrusting her boots into the chest of Malaysia. Malaysia staggers back as Jade hops to the middle rope. After an appeal to the crowd Jade then leaps forward, hooking Malaysia for what looks like a swinging DDT... but Malaysia CATCHES Jade! Stopping short of being DDTed, Malaysia lifts Jade back up on her shoulder and drops her over her head with ease! COLE What a show of power, just deadlifting Jade and backdropping her like she was nothing. Freakish. COACH Oh, she's a freak alright. COLE I didn't mean in that way. COACH She's a freak in many ways. As Jade picks herself up, Malaysia lays in wait. Off the ropes she delivers a running boot to the chest and covers... 1... 2... No! Malaysia smirks to herself as she leads Jade back to her feet. Slipping behind she applies a rear naked choke and watches as Jade struggles for every breath. Jade tries to fight the hold and quickly sinks to her knees, being choked out. COLE Look at that sick smile on the face of Malaysia. Jade is going out and she knows it. COACH I don't think that's what she's smiling about Mikey. She's smiling about what she's going to do once Jade's defenceless! Hitting the ring mat in a desperate attempt to keep her sister awake Maya looks on, concerned. Jade hears this and tries to fight back. She manages to get a hand in between her throat and Malaysia's arm, aleviating a bit of the pressure and allowing her to get back to one knee. But Malaysia just lets her go. And as Jade regains much needed breath, Malaysia comes off the ropes again. Jade stands back up, just as Malaysia aims another boot at the chest... ...but Jade sidesteps! Leaping onto Malaysia's back she tries a sleeper hold of her own, but Malaysia is too strong and backs Jade into the turnbuckles. Jade lets go of the sleeper, but doesn't let Malaysia go, moving up onto her shoulders and taking her down with a Victory Roll!! 1... 2... NO! COLE Couldn't hold Malaysia down. A good idea though. It may take a quick pin or roll-up to win this. Jade gets up on the ropes again and looks to the crowd for some more support, as she takes off... ...and gets CAUGHT again! Malaysia smiles and then throws Jade back over her head with a Fallaway Slam, as Maya gives a resigned shake of the head. COLE That, however, was not such a good idea. Stalking over to where Jade landed, Malaysia licks her lips. Dragging Jade back up she takes her time, slowly and deliberately hooking Jade in a gutwrench position. Malaysia then hoists Jade up over her shoulder... and Jade, realising she's in a bad place, starts to fight. Able to squirm free Jade manages to slip free and land on her feet behind Malaysia, to the relief of the crowd. As Malaysia turns around, Jade lands a forearm. And another. Neither with much behind them. COLE Jade not giving up here, she's giving everything she has. COACH And even that's not enough. With a kick to the gut, Jade doubles Malaysia over and leaps over top, looking for a sunset flip. Malaysia stands firm though and reaches down, picking Jade back up by the throat! Jade breaks free, going to the midsection with another kick. COLE Malaysia just can't seem to put Jade away here! Jade tries to whip Malaysia into a corner, but it's reversed. There's still enough left in Little Miss California to make one more leap to the ropes, landing on the middle ready to counter-attack. But Malaysia closes her down. And suddenly, fear hits Jade, as she's caught on the ropes. Malaysia reaches up and pulls Jade down onto her shoulder, carrying her away from the corner and DRIVING her down into the mat with the Piledriver!!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COACH Well, that oughta put her away. Malaysia sits for a second, smiling sinisterly, before turning Jade over... 1... 2... 3!!! *DINGDINGDING!* The crowd give a dejected boo, a boo that was already resigned to defeat. Maya hangs her head on the apron as Malaysia hovers over Jade, still grinning. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and SOLE SURVIVOR... MALAYSIA NEEEERRDDLLLYYYYYY!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Jade Rodez-Duncan Eliminated by: Malaysia Nerdly SOLE SURVIVOR: MALAYSIA NERDLY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Malaysia stands over Jade, the referee hesitant to even raise her hand in victory for fear of what she might do. COLE The battle began with Holly and Morgan, looking to get the upper hand over the other. But in the end, it's the dominance of Malaysia that is the story. She may not be much of a team player, but she didn't need to be tonight. Just too big, too strong and too powerful. Malaysia leaves the ring, looking back briefly at what she's left behind, before she walks off content with her work.