King Cucaracha

I've edited in Megan/Melody. And a Tim Cash match! You lucky, lucky people.

Yeah, whatever happened with that? It seemed like they were destined to feud with Taker and Kane, or at least face them at NWO, then they just kinda disappeared. Did one of them go down with an injury? Or am I imagining that?

Yeah, I think it's R1. When you unlock Hornswaggle it tells you how to have him interfere. Pretty sure that's the general manager controls.

Oh, hey, cool, I didn't need to ask nicely after all. In that case fuck you and gimme my segment! I'll have Megan vs. Melody, but it might not be until tommorrow that I get to post it. We'll see!

What's going on in the In Crowd locker room, I hear you cry! No? Well I'm gonna tell you anyway. Inside we find Jade Rodez-Duncan and Bohemoth, as we did earlier. The difference now, besides the big tray of fruit and vegetables (you don't become the Meterosexual Monster eating junk food after all) laid out on the table in front of them, is that Jade looks to have relaxed a little in the course of watching the show. The two even seem to be talking like old friends, which of course they are. As Bo loads up with some more healthy food, Jade affords herself a second to be shocked at how well things are going before smiling normally as she's spotted. BOHEMOTH So are you nervous? JADE Uhm... well, no, I mean I thought it might be a little awkward at first but I'm fine now thank you. BOHEMOTH I meant about the New Year's show. JADE :mellow: Oh! Oh, of course! Bohemoth can't help but chuckle under his breath, which even manages to put Jade at ease after her misunderstanding. BOHEMOTH Listen, honestly, I wouldn't worry about this Gauntlet Match if I were you. Let's face it, you've dealt with worse against Malaysia in a Street Fight and came out the other end. If you can beat her, I'm sure you can win this. JADE Well, thanks. BOHEMOTH I mean it. You've come a long way since you started out and you just don't know it. Plus, you're on a hot streak after Sunday. You shouldn't be worried by anything right now, everything's going your way. JADE Yeah. Yeah, it is! Suddenly, a sense of confidence seems to come about from Jade. She even manages a smile as she reaches out and grabs a strawberry off the fruit plate. Bohemoth starts to watch the TV monitor again as she looks at the strawberry and takes a deep breath... before VERY slowly sliding it into her mouth. Unfortunately, her poor attempts at seduction go unnoticed as Bo stares ahead at the TV screen. Jade tries to be a little less subtle, but it still doesn't work. So she tries to get Bo's attention by clearing her throat... ...or, trying to. BOHEMOTH Steady on those. Sage words of advice, but too late as Jade starts CHOKING! At first Bo is still oblivious, but as Jade's wheezing and coughing continues and she stands up, he finally wakes up. BOHEMOTH Jade, are you okay? JADE ... (points to throat) BOHEMOTH Okay, calm down, calm down. Bohemoth springs into action and grabs a hold of Jade to give her the heimlich maneuver. Now, if you're thinking 'uh-oh, somebody's bound to walk in now', you'd be right, as sure enough the locker room door opens with impecable timing. And lo and behold, it's LEON RODEZ who walks in! The World Champion looks understandably surprised and stops in his tracks, just as Bo finally manages to dislodge the trapped strawberry from Jade's throat. After her initial relief, Jade looks up and sees her uncle and turns from bright blue to bright red. LEON Am I interrupting something? Grabbing her title belt, Jade rushes out of the locker room in embarrassment, right past Leon. BOHEMOTH It's not what you think, she started choki... LEON :D Bo stops in mid-apology and puts his hands on his hips, as the World Champion sees the funny side of the situation. LEON Oh man, THAT is going in the Christmas newsletter!

It's a good job we've got so many cameras in so many locker rooms and it can't be constituted as spying in any way. Because now we're required in the locker room of Krista Isadora Duncan and assorted family. Alix isn't really family, but as good as and she's there to greet an actual member of family, Jade Rodez-Duncan, as she arrives with her bags fashionably late. ALIX Eeek! There's my little Champion! Alix runs up and gives Jade a big and above all unexpected hug, squeezing the life out of the poor girl to the point that she almost drops the bag she's carrying. By the time Alix has prised herself off of Jade she's left with aching ribs and a cough, which she tries to hide out of courtesy. She sets her bag down, before glancing over at Krista, who sits on the luxurious brown leather couch only her dressing room could command, busy reading over a glossy celebrity magazine which we cannot name due to advertising laws! JADE Hi Mom. KRISTA (barely listening) Oh, hey Stephen. How's the radio show going? ALIX She can't hear you sweetie. She's lost in goss'. It's great! I've already bagged a new widescreen TV and tickets to a West End show this weekend! Boy, is she gonna be pissed when she realises I'm not really Marilyn Monroe come back to life and just wanting to be loved by her, just her! Worth it. So worth it. Anysnickles, how are you feeling? Are you okay? Is everything good? Doin' okay? Everything kosher? Feelin' fine? JADE I'm a li... ALIX Just chill? Good in the hood? Killer awesome? Do go on. JADE ...I'm a little sore, few bumps and bruises. Nothing too major, ALIX But you're still the champeen, ain'tcha! All those people who said you couldn't beat Malaysia, they were all wrong. Malaysia, Mr. Dick, Terry Taylor, Coach, Alix Maria Spezia, Las Vegas oddsmakers who were strangely unco-operative on the idea of betting on pro-wrestling, they were ALL wrong! All those people who said you didn't stand a chance against that kinky sex machine and that you'd get whipped so bad people'd be like "damn, when'd they bring back slavery but spare the blacks and round up all the cute blonde cheerleaders this time, does this mean all my favourite porn sites are gonna be gone or just be more extreme now", all those people were dead wrong! All those people who called you an epic failure who was bringing down the Duncan dynasty one embarrassing, poorly choreograped public appearance at a time, stinki... JADE Yeah, yeah, I get it. ALIX Forget dose fools, Jade! Forget dose fools so hard because they were wrong and you were right all along! You're awesome now! You're so awesome, even your uncle wins titles now, that's how awesome you are! You're so awesome, you can do anything! Why, I bet you could even get Bohemoth to date you now. Or, you could become, like, a world famous race jockey and win the big Derby! We could plan it together, Jade. We could plan it together and they'd never find the money. JADE I don't know about that. ALIX Trust me I got it all figured out, I've already found a horse so we just gotta get you some horse lessons... JADE No, I mean about Bohemoth. ALIX What!? Are you crazy? He's gotta be hot to trot for you now, you're a famous race jockey! I mean a Women's Champion! You beat Malaysia in a Street Fight, didn't ya hear? Also, also! You're the fourth most searched for celebrity on AskJeeves ever since I put out that rumour about the naked photos. Right? Remember? 'Heart' the internet. Those morons'll believe anything if it involves nudity or conspiracy theories. Also, didn't ya hear me earlier when I said I bet you could do anything now? Cause you could. You just gotta be super confident and super quick before your luck runs out and you're not awesome anymore. JADE What's that suppos... ALIX NO TIME TO TALK! TIME TO ACT! You gotta march right over there and get with that Big Bo thang! Seduce him while you're seductable! GO NOW! AND DON'T COME BACK UNTIL HE'S LET YOU TOUCH HIS MUSCLES!! Much to Jade's continuing confusion and shock, which to be fair she's learnt how to deal with by now without too much fuss, she finds herself being shoved out the door by Alix and having it slammed behind her. A couple of seconds pass, before Alix suddenly routes through Jade's bag, grabbing her Women's Title belt. Luckily Jade is still in shock and stood behind the door as Alix passes it to her. JADE Wait! What am I supposed to say? ALIX Improvise. And don't forget, you're awesome! *SLAM!* KRISTA What was that? ALIX Nothing, nothing. Now, let's talk about that motor scooter for my underpriviledged students again, Miss Duncan. They'd like it to be pink... Krista nods her head without listening, causing Alix to bounce up and down and clap her hands together like a playful child.

Have you ever noticed how everyone has their own dressing room? Have you ever noticed how many dressing rooms that makes? Have you ever noticed how we always end up in at least three of these dressing rooms per show, even if the people inside those locker rooms have no match and therefore don't need a locker room? Well, now we're outside the In Crowd's locker room. *shrugs* I dunno what to tell ya. Except of course that Jade Rodez-Duncan, the OAOAST Women's Champion, is stood outside it with her title belt in hand. Jade seems to have been standing by the door for a little while now and is busy trying to psyche herself up, unduly worried about how her clothes are fitting and what expression should be on her face when the door opens. If only she could summon up the courage to knock on the door. JADE Okay, you can do this. You're awesome. You're awesome. Jade's fist hovers in front of the door... and drops sadly. JADE Who am I kidding? Just as Jade's about to skulk off though, she jumps at the sight of TONY TOURETTES appearing next to him. *KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK* TONY OPEN UP YA COCK SUCKING STAIN LICKER!! Tony turns and gives Jade a genuinely warm smile, further throwing her off, before shuffling off down the hallway. Before Jade knows what's happening, she then finds herself face to face with BOHEMOTH, who has opened the door wondering what's going on. JADE OH! Oh... uhm, hey, uh... listen, that wasn't me, I... BOHEMOTH Deep breath. What did you want? Jade takes that deep breath... TONY (off in the distance, having knocked another door) ...lemme in you faggot whore or I'll stick my cock in your nose an... ...and Jade, as instructed earlier, improvises. JADE My Mom and Alix are fighting... yeah... and, I just had to get out of there. So I was wondering... if maybe I could come in... and watch the show? BOHEMOTH I don't see why not. Go right in. For a moment Jade is frozen to the spot, before she finally enters the locker room, hands by her side as if afraid to even touch anything. Bohemoth meanwhile calls over a passing by backstage hand. BOHEMOTH Any chance you can grab us some food? Thanks. The worker hurries off busily, while Bo turns back inside to find Jade very carefully sitting down. BOHEMOTH So what's the fight about? JADE Oh, uh... horses. BOHEMOTH Right. Bohemoth sits himself down and puts on the TV, with Jade still looking shocked to have gotten this far.

BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome... the BRAND NEW OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... LLLLEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOONN... RRRRROOOOOOOOODDEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!! .:CUE: "Rock The Casbah", Trust Company:. "YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The fans erupt as after a dramatic pause, through the entrance way glides the new World Champion smiling from ear to ear! Dusting off the title belt over his right shoulder Leon shows that success hasn't changed him just yet with his low-key jeans/t-shirt attire, although the t-shirt is his and available at OAOASTShop.com right now at reasonable prices. The new World Champion heads down the aisle greeting his fans with hand-tags, before entering the ring and pointing out to the cheapseats. COLE What a match it was this past Sunday night at November Reign between Leon Rodez and Tha Puerto Rican. And what a moment for Leon Rodez, one of the OAOAST's most valuable servants, one of it's most popular superstars, capturing the World Heavyweight Championship for the very first time! COACH I don't know whether to be happy or indifferent. What do you reckon? COLE How about you be quiet? Leon acknowledges the crowd some more, before posing for some photos. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" LEON Okay, thank you, let's keep this thing rolling shall we? No time to lose. Well... I'll be honest, I don't have a speech prepared. Reaching into his jeans pocket, Leon 'slyly' pulls a piece of paper out and unfurls it, to COMEDIC LENGTHS! LEON Ahem. I wo... hang a second, this isn't mine, this is PRL's. That's odd. Leon scans through it, mumbling the words "jabroni", "smackdown" and "Ruth", before deciding it's no good to him and screwing it up into a ball, tossing it aside. LEON Well, I'll be honest with you, I really don't have anything prepared. Go back a year or so and I didn't think this day would ever come. Infact, go back a month or two and I still didn't think this day would ever come. It's been a long time coming, that's for sure. Considering my OAOAST career almost ended before it had even started with a knee injury back in 2003, you're looking at five and a half years of struggle and effort, largely fruitless. Actually, you know what, that isn't true. I've done a lot in the past four and a half years since I shook the knee injury. Won belts, been in memorable matches, had every conceivable thing go wrong at one point or another in my life. I've lost a sister and gained a niece. Lost a girlfriend and gained a couple more along the way. You know, conservatively speaking. Befriended at least three tag teams, of which two guys are AWOL, one's got a broken arm and the other's forgotten how to speak English. But as far as the World Heavyweight Title goes, until a month or so ago, it wasn't on my radar for any significant length of time. Leon adjusts the belt, shining it up a little. LEON Now though, that's changed. After years of getting side-tracked with personal rivalries, I finally got a shot at the big one. And, it sure looks like I won it. "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" LEON I guess everybody else was wrong. Whaddya know? Now I'd be remiss without saying Tha Puerto Rican gave me one hell of a fight at November Reign. And he was man enough to admit after everything that happened in the run-up that on that night, I was the better man. And that meant a lot. Some scattered applause go up for PRL. LEON That's all in the past now. All water under the bridge. Now, I've got to prove myself all over again, [i]as[/i] World Heavyweight Champion. Never thought I'd be saying that! COACH Me neither. COLE Can't you do your disappearing act, pretend PRL's out here or something? Oy. LEON Okay, serious now. No more joking around. I've got to prove myself as the World Heavyweight Champion. And I'm sure you've all heard this one before so prepare to get those eyes a'rollin', but I promise to be a fighting Champion. Please, save your groans. I really do. And I'm not just talking about guys who've held the belt before. You're looking at proof positive that there's dozens of potential World Champions just waiting for their shot. Josie's already been besieged by people asking for their shot at me and I'm sure she'll have a challenger list as long as your arm within a week or so. And I'm ready for anyone. From the top to the bottom, I'm open to all challengers. Which, I'm sure, includes New Year's Day, when we just so happen to be in my home town of Detroit, Michigan. Pausing as if expecting cheers, Leon soon realises we're in a totally different state as only the most giddy of his fans cheer simply because they want to cheer him, nevermind what the frig he's saying. LEON So I'll be defending my title at the New Year's Spectacular, in front of my hometown crowd. Against who? Well, that's not up to me now, is it. I'm sure we'll all find out soon enough. In the meantime, I'll let everybody in the back go ahead and make their case and I'm sure I'll be seeing you all very soon. In the meantime, I'm the World Champion, which OF COURSE means I've got the night off tonight, so I'm gonna go kick back and watch the show. But before I go, one more thing. Those of you with a poor gag reflex cover your ears, because I'd like to thank my fans. "YYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!" COACH *gags* COLE He did warn you. LEON Thank you for supporting me up to this point. And I vow to be a World Champion you can be proud of. Thank you! "Rock The Casbah" hits again as Leon drops his microphone and bows to the crowd. A few courteous waves later and Leon leaves the ring, ready to enjoy the lap of luxury being World Champion brings. COLE As World Champion speeches go, that was certainly a humble one. And the message I think the OAOAST roster will be taking out of it is simply, "come and get me". COACH I give it three weeks before he disappears and only shows his face when his 30 days are about to run out. COLE You're so cynical. COACH Hey, I've worked here long enough to know the deal. Leon takes his leave as we take in some commercials maybe?

Elsewhere backstage we find James Blonde, casually leant up against a wall chatting away on his cellphone. As a female backstage hand walks past he quickly acts cool and tries to catch her eye, but fails miserably. BLONDE ...I know, but you've gotta look at it from his point of view... no no, see, you don't get it, it's all management... yeah, it's motivation tactics. He gives us the tough love until we start performing, it's quite brilliant really... yeah, I know. Anyway, listen Mom, how would you feel about having a couple of extra guests over for Christmas dinner... well I thought it might be a nice gesture, my real family and my work family coming together to join in the festi... FAQU AKATUFAHKASINAY!! AGUBAHTETULA!! OOWAH!! Blonde glances up to see Faqu stomping over to him. The wildman rants and raves in his native tongue, seemingly trying to point something out to his Canadian buddy. Not looking too bothered by this, JB just rolls his eyes and whispers down the phone to "give me a second". BLONDE Woah woah, slow down, slow down. What did you do? After some more flails of the arms Faqu walks away. Blonde looks confused but follows anyway. BLONDE Sorry about that... no, no, it's nothing. While I think of it, is there any chance you can make up the spare room? It's going to be a long trip up and I'd hate to have to turf them out on Christmas evening in Vancouver. You know how the roads get this time of ye- ..... Stopping in mid sentence, Blonde's eyes suddenly bulge. There, at his feet, lays an unconscious QUENTIN BENJAMIN, with a catering table and it's contents strewn all around him. BLONDE I gotta call you back. Faqu stands over Benjamin staring intently at the damage he's apparantly done. Quickly Blonde grabs him by the wrist and holds him back before he can do any more damage, eyes darting around to make sure the coast is clear. Which, surprisingly considering it's a normally busy catering area, it is. BLONDE Come on, let's get out of here. Come on! Eventually the message gets across and Faqu is lead away, very hurriedly, by James Blonde, leaving Benjamin behind laid out.

Spread them as you want. The Cucaracha Internacional locker room is our scene, as the contingent of Six Man Tag Team Champions Nathaniel Black, James Blonde and Faqu are gathered and sit around the locker room. In the background, Todd Cortez prefers to stand, arms folded and a disinterested look on his face. Front and centre, Megan Skye looks equally disinterested, with a match to be preparing for. What could possibly be more important than that? BLACK 'ow long 'ave we gotta bleeding sit here for? BLONDE Just until Landon gets here. Might as well soak up his adulation for a while, then you can go do whatever you want. CORTEZ That mean I can leave now? Before he has chance, Cortez is interrupted by the sound of the locker room door opening and Landon chattering away on his cellphone. Blonde is so excited he edges forward onto the edge of the couch, literally rubbing his hands together. Ever so quickly looking up from his phonecall Landon looks a little confused as to why everybody's sitting around looking at him, sheilding the rest of his call from them. After about ten seconds he finally ends the call. MEGAN Problem? MADDIX Nope, everything's running smoothly, as always. What's all this about? Landon looks over at the four in front of him. Black's eyes are virtually glazed over. Cortez looks like he'd rather be anywhere else. Faqu is absent-mindedly chewing on the strap of his Six Man Title belt. And Blonde is pie-eyed and eager, enough to make up for the other three and then some. BLONDE Good week Landon? MADDIX ...I've had worse. Am I missing something here? Don't tell me the TV's broken... no? Oh God, don't tell me it's your birthday again... MEGAN It's not my birthday Landon. MADDIX Well... of course it isn't. Just kidding. Heh! You know I know your birthday's... Ma... ma... May?... Blonde can be seen mouthing the date, but quickly stops when Megan notices him. MADDIX Look, your birthday's not important. I mean, not until it actually comes around, then everything else stops dead in it's tracks, of course. Can somebody just enlighten me as to why we're all sitting around saying nothing? BLONDE Nothing's going on. Although, we were kinda hoping you'd have another pep talk for us after November Reign, since the last one worked so well. About what we're gonna do now we're back in the good books? Who's next for us? What's next for us? That kinda thing? MADDIX Oh. That. Of course! Well, I suppose it'd be a bit Scrooge like of me not to acknowledge what happened on Sunday, wouldn't it? I mean, you did exactly what I asked of you, get Cucaracha Internacional back on track with a win on Pay Per View! You guys WON, right? The SURVIVORS! What do you need a talk for, you must be full of pep as it is! Am I right? I'm right, aren't I? You're still excited almost a week on, I can tell. And I'm excited for you. So, congratulations all round. There's just the small problem of YOU LETTING ME GET ELIMINATED! Having been giddy up until now, Blonde suddenly sinks back to earth. MADDIX I got pinned 1, 2, 3. And then I got smacked upside the head with a steel chair by Tha Puerto Rican. So you'll forgive me if I'm not doling out the Christmas presents just yet, because quite frankly I [i]am[/i] feeling a bit Scrooge like! You guys won and that's great. But you've still got plenty of work to do to get back in my good books. Winning was the least, the absolute bare minimum I expected out of you considering we were four on two up. Winning just righted the ship. We didn't make an impact like I wanted. A clean sweep, all four of us surviving, THAT would have made an impact. In the end, all you did was beat two opponents and let me get pinned. BLACK Let you? So you're sayin' it was our fault? MADDIX Come on Nat, there were three of you stood on the apron and you're telling me not one of you could jump in and break the count? *phone rings* Get on the ball already guys. Come on. Landon ends his 'pep talk' by taking the call and leaving the locker room, leaving behind an awkward silence. With teeth gritted, Black turns to Blonde, who smiles nervously. BLONDE He's got a point. BLACK Oh piss off. Black throws up his hands and walks out on Blonde who shrugs to Faqu.

Main event is finally done. Guilty as charged!

He's clearly somebody's pet project, so he'll go places whether he should or not. Personally, I can't get into his matches at all. All he's got are a few amateur takedowns. Everything else completely throws me out of suspending my disbelief. It's the smile, the expressions as a whole, that hilarious attempt at looking INTENSE~! by beating his chest he's started doing, the indy singlet, the Doctor Bomb. I don't know if it's just a case of him being miscast or that he's just not ready, but I absolutely can't buy him so far.

Well, it was fun while it lasted.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Wait, Ortiz has forced charisma, yet the guy who manages to make smiling look fake let alone anything else wrestling related is okay? Oy.

But he'd need something to rhyme with 'What's Up'. O WAIT!!

Am I right in thinking this is the girl holding up the Glamazon signs the past couple of weeks on Raw?

Really strong show this week. I'm assuming the point with Knox is that he only attacks people when they're at their most vulnerable, and once he's stared at them for a while first. If that's the case, and otherwise why would they have Rey tripping up, the commentary didn't sell it all. Knox didn't attack Rey at all until he fell, even when Rey was punching him, yet King was talking as if Knox jumped Rey and kicked his ass.

Live from Anaheim, California. From the Honda Center which I assume used to be the Arrowhead Pond? No need for a fancy 'innovative' stage set-up this time I don't think. Just your typical WWE PPV set-up, stage, big screen, that kinda thing. Not every show needs to be some kind of creative masterpiece. Plus you ain't getting much out of the poster! Incidently, I'm doing graphics for the show, so the sooner you use this thread the more bonus points you get. Bonus points earn you a match graphic. OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship Tha Puerto Rican © vs. Leon Rodez

Well, I'm pretty sure others in TNA are to blame too for dumb creative things, but having Russo employed in their company does automatically make him the guilty party for the bad creative ideas. It doesn't 'automatically' make him the guilty party at all. It makes him the automatic assumption, sure. Other than that, he's only 'guilty' because of popular opinion, not neccessarily facts. Source plz.

1. Who are you and what's your business here? Well I don't remember a whole lot about when and I why I showed up here. Probably stumbled across the board from reading Dames reviews, that old story. All I know is, I'm now Modding both the SWF and the OAOAST. So, serious business. 2. When did you discover an interest in wrestling? Man oh man... my earliest wrestling memory is owning two Hasbro figures at the age of six. Greg Valentine and Sgt. Slaughter. At the age of six. Probably by about eight I was regularly renting videos from the local store, which back then was the only way to get access to wrestling unless you had Sky, which back then was rarer. Watched anything and everything, WCW and WWF, that was available. 3. The Company Line: A. Which companies have you actively followed in your tenure as a wrestling fan? WWE/F, obviously. WCW intermitently, we always got very stop-start coverage over here. ECW via video from about 2000 onwards. Once I hit about eighteen we got the Wrestling Channel, since lead me to ROH and IWA: Mid South. Through them, I got into CHIKARA, PWG, Dragon Gate, NOAH, SHIMMER and various others. B. What have some of your favourite companies been? Your least favourite? WWF in the Attitude era was the best. Back when wrestling was legit cool. People cared back then, everything mattered. Not sure about least favourite, I like to think I give everything a chance no matter how 'bad' it is. C. What is your favourite company right now? Any reason why? CHIKARA. Right now it has everything in the right balance. Basically, I know 'Sports Entertainment' is a dirty word, but I watch wrestling as a form of entertainment. I don't take wrestling seriously. CHIKARA matches my sensibility on wrestling, it doesn't take itself seriously all the time. When it does, they've got a great in-ring product too. So if I want to watch for the entertainment it's there, if I want to watch for the wrestling that's there too. 4. (Not So) Favourites: A. Who were your favourite wrestlers (or gimmicks) growing up / when you first started watching wrestling? B. Who were some guys you couldn't stand? C. Who are your current favourites (if applicable / different from A.) Honestly I like to think I can see the positives in any and all wrestlers for the most part. Even if it's ironic. I don't think growing up I was ever a fan of one wrestler in particular, just wrestling. At a push, I'd say Hogan and Savage. Guys I couldn't stand? Anyone boring who didn't stay around for long. Current favourites change day on day depending on who and what I've been watching. Specific Questions about your Interest 5. How would you gauge your current interest level in the product? WWE-wise, I watch Raw, ECW and Smackdown every week. My interest is up on a year or so, but I wouldn't say I get excited about shows anymore. I tend to watch Raw and PPVs as live (I RARELY stay up until 4 in the morning though) and read ECW and Smackdown spoilers. Outside of WWE, I read results for other promotions but still look forward to buying DVDs when there's a good show. 6. At what point in wrestling history (if it's not now) would you consider your interest to have been at it's peak? 98/99. 7. At what point could you tell your interest was dipping and why do you think this happened, or what specific event(s) triggered the decrease? I don't think my interest has dropped, so much as changed. I always paid attention to WWE, when that was going through rough spells I had other promotions and older shows to hold my interest instead. I'd say a couple of years ago I stopped watching WWE TV so much and stopped buying DVDs so religiously and just picking and choosing strong shows. 8. Have you ALWAYS stuck with wrestling even during times of low interest, or are there any lengths of time you stopped watching for a period only to come back at a later date? Always. Interesting Questions of a Somewhat Random Nature 10. What style of pro wrestling best resonates with your personal tastes? Anything and everything. I can happily go from watching Dragon Gate to old school NWA and enjoy both on their own merits. At a push I'd say comedy wrestling, when done right, is what I'm drawn too. 11. Where do you "draw the line" with the whole "suspended disbelief" deal? I've already pegged myself as a CHIKARA fan, so it takes quite a bit. I've seen matches go into slow motion and imaginary grenades used and not drawn a line. Personally, my line would be drawn with people no selling too much, which bothers me a little. And these supernatural Undertaker angles are a bit much. Little things, basically. In general, I'm pretty easy going. 12. Do you attend live events? No. 14. What are your favourite matches, moments, or events? Again they change week to week depending on what I've been watching. 15. Freestyle Lighten up already!

Boos ring out through the arena as "The Church Of Hot Addiction" by Cobra Starship begins to play, leading out the member of Cucaracha Internacional. BUFFER This contest is a Traditional Survivor Series Rules Match! Introducing, team number one. At a total combined weight of nine hundred, fifty five pounds... together they compromise CUCARACHA INTERNACIONAL!! Consisting of, the OAOAST World Six Man Tag Team Champions... from London, England... NNAAATTHHHAAAANNIIIIEEEEELLLL BBLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAACCKK!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Striding ahead of his team-mates a scowling Black raises a fist in the air. BUFFER From Vancouver, British Columbia... "THE TRENDSETTER"... JJJJAAAAAMMMMMEEEEESSSSSS... BBLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNDDEEEEEEEEEEE!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Another day, another trend, Blonde rocking a red beanie with the flags of Cucaracha Internacional's very own UN stitched onto a black rim in gold thread. Just don't tell him we're in California under bright arena lights and he doesn't need a wooly hat on, okay? BUFFER From the Isle Of Samoa... "THE SAMOAN WRECKING BALL"... FFFFAAAAAAAAQQUUUUUUUUU!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Blonde backs up a step and slaps his partner on the chest. Faqu follows suit and beats his chest, gabbling away in his native tongue as Blonde nods his head pretending to understand what he just said. The Samoan's third of the title belts hangs over his shoulder, until he feels a little peckish and sticks it in his mouth. BUFFER And, finally, accompanied to the ring by MEGAN SKYE! He is the leader of Cucaracha Internacional and the Team Captain... LLLAAAAAANNDDOOOOOONN... "LA CUCARACHA"... MMMMAAAAAAAADDIIIIIIIXXXXXXX!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Rounding out the team, the team captain is doing his bit for morale by already shaking his head. Blonde's over-exuberant thumbs up doesn't really help and Landon is still a bit distant as he enters the ring. COLE Traditional Survivor Series action here with the members of Cucaracha Internacional, four of them at least, once again holding the World Six Man Championships but suffering a crisis in form if not confidence. With the fierce competition between the OAOAST's major groups recently, Cucaracha Internacional have been struggling to make headway. And losing the titles on Syndicated earlier this month contributed to that. COACH But they won them back within about a week, so it's hardly worth talking about. COLE Try telling Landon that. I don't think he's quite forgiven his team-mates yet, even the one who worships the very ground he walks on. COACH I take it you're not talking about Megan? COLE Hardly. With Landon feeling sorry for himself it's down to James Blonde to try and play motivator to his three team-mates. And Megan for some reason. As he goes around his partners psyching them up, the still nonsensical entrance music that is "Thriller" by Fall Out Boy fires up. Red and blue lights flash out, as an orange pyro missle descends from the peak of the entrance set-up and onto the stage. It lands with tremendous impact, nearly deafening those spectators unlucky enough sit near it. Immediately after the powerful pyro display concludes the lights dim to a troubling blackness (KC-CENSORED Patty-all of KC's snide remarks against me will be striken from the shows!). The home audience is shown an overhead view of the entrance stage, it's metallic floor carpeted by simmering flames that form the shape of a bull's head. The camera then pans downward to reveal the rugged man known as... uhm, Jamie O'Hara! Methinks this isn't what Patty intended when writing this intro in the stats! (Patty-no it wasn't! WTF!) BUFFER And introducing the opponents! Total combined weight, eight hundred and eleven pounds. Introducing first, from Birmingham, England... "THE BIRMINGHAM BAD BOY"... JJJJAAAAAAAMMMMMIIIIIEEEEEE O'HHHHAAAAAARRRRRAAAAAAA!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" The Birmingham Bad Boy shouts out to the crowd, encouraging them to make some noise. BUFFER His partners are accompanied by MELODY NERDLY! First, the team of MARV and MEL... THE CHHRRIIISSTT AAAAIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRR... EEEEEEXXXXXXXXXXPPRRRRREEEEESSSSSSSSSS!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" MARV and MEL rush out and hit their leaping high-five, before tagging hands down the aisle. At first Melody follows them, but leaves them hanging in favour of hooking up with a big, burly Texan. That's sisters for you. BUFFER And, the captain of the team... "THE LONESTAR GUNSLINGER"... BBAAAAARRRRROOOOOOOOOONN... WWWWIIIIIIIINNDDEEEEEEEELLLLLLSSSSSSSSS!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Finally the entrance makes sense as big Baron walks out, high-fiving Melody who jumps like her brothers. The gentlemanly Baron lets Melody climbs the steps ahead of him as they reach the ring. Baron then climbs to the top rope and raises his arms, with Melody mimicking his actions with an imaginary Wiimote. COLE It will be revenge on the minds of Jamie O'Hara and The Christ Air Express, after they were robbed of the OAOAST Six Man Championships just 11 days after winning them. And the addition of big Baron Windels to the team by Melody Nerdly will definately help the three aerial specialists against the impact of Black and the size Faqu. High-fives go all around Baron's team, before they enter a huddle. As Baron leads the talk, Blonde tries to get a similar huddle going. Problem is Maddix is already out on the apron and Megan is on the floor. Plus Faqu is hardly the huddling type. And neither is Black, who shrugs his annoying partner away and points him to the ring apron. COLE Well in theory Cucaracha Internacional should have the advantage in terms of team continuity. But that theory doesn't take in what's happened the past few months. Cracks starting to show in Cucaracha Internacional. COACH Don't read too much into that. There's just some volatile personalities involved, there's bound to be a few fallouts. COLE Some volatile egos too. Finally Team Baron break and Jamie O'Hara stays in to start for his team. *DINGDINGDING!* COLE Bell sounds and look at who we've got starting. The two Englishman, the two warring Englishmen, Black and O'Hara. COACH These two could fight every day for the rest of their lives and they'd still be swapping punches outside the gates to English heaven. COLE English heaven? COACH Yeah, in my idea of heaven, all the countries are kept apart. I ain't sharing cloud space with no stinkin' Belgian! Bizarre religious theories are set aside, as Black and O'Hara square up in the centre of the ring. Heads touching they start butting at each other, before breaking away and locking up. Black takes the wrist and wrings Jamie's arm then torques it the other way to force O'Hara down to the mat. Top wristlock applied, Black drops a knee onto the point of the elbow! Away rolls O'Hara letting out a shout of pain with Black right on his tail. Black drags O'Hara away from the ropes and controls the arm again, dropping a knee to the inside of the elbow this time, then putting a keylock on it. COACH There you go. Finding himself trapped on the mat, O'Hara tries to kick at Black but both attempts are avoided. So O'Hara fights to his feet, only for Black to use the keylock to drag O'Hara over and back to the canvas. COLE Black trying to keep this on the mat. Whether he respects it or not, he has to recognise O'Hara's ability to use his speed and agility. O'Hara gets to his feet again, making it easier for him to kick. He catches Black in the gut a couple of times, then jumps onto the middle rope. Black loses hold, allowing O'Hara to pull him down with an armdrag! Quickly back to his feet Black swings at O'Hara, who ducks underneath the clothesline and comes off the ropes with a dropkick. Not going down, Black falls against the ropes but comes right back at O'Hara and snares him with another armbar. O'Hara spins out though and leaps onto Black's shoulders, looking for a victory roll... 1... 2... No! Another swing and a miss with a clothesline, O'Hara springing off the middle turnbuckle. But Black sidesteps the moonsault backwards... and NAILS O'Hara with a Lariat as he lands!! "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Cover by Black... 1... 2... No! COACH You've gotta watch those Lariats. It ain't flashy, but it's damn sure more effective than whatever Flips McGee was tryin' to do. Black pulls O'Hara back up, throwing him face-first into the top turnbuckle. A still winded O'Hara slumps against the turnbuckles trying to catch a breath. But what he does catch are Black's forearms, striking him upside the head from the left and from the right! Black slugs away at O'Hara's head and it's soon clear Black isn't going to let up. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" Finally Black breaks, with complaints from Baron coming from the apron. COLE Black just hammering away at O'Hara, you could feel the contempt behind every shot! Backing across the ring, Black sets himself in the opposite corner waiting for O'Hara to pick himself up. Once he does Nathaniel comes charging, head down... and MISSING, as O'Hara rolls up and out of the corner over Black's body! Black turns and charges again, but O'Hara catches him with another dropkick! Quick tag is made on both sides after that exchange, bringing in Baron and James Blonde, who slams on the brakes when he sees his opposition. "BA - RON!" "BA - RON!" "BA - RON!" "BA - RON!" Melody leads the chants, as the smiling Texan pats his hands together. Backing away, Blonde eventually finds himself stuck through the ropes getting referee Mike Chioda to back Baron up. COLE Black and O'Hara out before they took each other out at the pace they were going. A little less direct approach from James Blonde, shall we say. Once he's satisfied with the distance between himself and Baron, Blonde re-emerges from the ropes. Before they can lock up though, Melody appears on the apron. She throws Baron something, which he catches adeptly. MELODY Show 'em what a real trendsetter looks like cowboy! To a big pop, Baron pulls on his Stewie Griffin t-shirt! COACH Oh lord. COLE Baron Windels settin' 'dem trends! Surprisingly Blonde doesn't seem too worried and rolls out of the ring, rummaging underneath the apron. And when he returns he too has a fashion statement to make. As he pulls on his t-shirt, we soon see LANDON MADDIX'S face printed on it, much to the man himself's surprise. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The pride of the t-shirts takes over as Baron and Blonde square up, both fired up. They lock up and Blonde quickly grabs a side headlock, before TRYING TO PULL BARON'S T-SHIRT OFF HIS BACK!! Baron fights it and manages to escape out the back, applying his own side headlock. Baron THEN GOES FOR THE T-SHIRT ON BLONDE!! A quick escape from Blonde leads to a stand-off, both men checking their t-shirts are okay before they lock up again. Side headlock by Blonde sees him shot off into the ropes, looking for a shoulder tackle. Baron doesn't move much but Blonde also stays on his feet, putting it down to the power of Landon's head adorning his chest! COLE It's the battle of the t-shirts at November Reign. You see something new every month on OAOAST Pay Per View! Baron backs off the ropes again and Blonde quickly does the same. They collide in mid-ring again, with Blonde just about managing to keep his feet as the impact staggers him. Blonde and Baron square up once more... before the match suddenly breaks down into a hockey fight, both men trying to pull each other's shirts up over their head as they land short punches and knees. They battle for a few seconds, before Blonde pulls away. But he pulls away SHIRTLESS, Baron waving his capture to cheers from his partners. "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!" BLONDE NO! To add insult to injury, Baron wipes his brow with the shirt... then under his ARMPIT, before throwing it to the outside! BLONDE [b]NO![/b] Blonde charges... and Baron nails him with a big boot! Holding his jaw, Blonde scampers to his corner and slaps Faqu on the leg as he rolls to the floor, making the Samoan the legal man. COACH Mr. Dick's stock is rising day on day. Baron Windels is being outshone by his t-shirt. Entering the ring, Faqu yells at Baron as the Texan whips off his shirt and gets down to business. A quick boot catches Faqu cold, allowing Baron to come off the ropes and deliver a clothesline. Faqu stays on his feet, so Baron lands a second clothesline. This one rocks Faqu back on his heels. Getting up some steam, Baron charges again... but Faqu cuts him off with a thrust to the throat! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Faqu follows Baron into a corner... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and lays a heavy chop into his chest. Doubling up, Baron is pulled back upright and whipped across the ring. He avoids an avalanche though and comes off the ropes, catching Faqu staggering out of the corner with a crossbody block... 1... 2... No! Front facelock by Baron, controlling his opponent as he climbs up. Baron releases Faqu and lands a right hand. A second. And a third. As he backs Faqu up against the ropes Baron reaches out and tags MARV, then whips Faqu off the ropes. A leapfrog by Baron sets the Samoan up for MARV to come in off the top, springboarding and delivering a dropkick on the bigman! "YYYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE And down goes Faqu! Landon looking even less confident than he did earlier! COACH I've got a bit of a sinking feeling myself. MARV makes the quick tag to MEL, drawing Blonde in the ring to complain. He does his personal Wrecking Ball no favours though as it allows the twins to deliver two Double Kickflips to stagger Faqu, duck a double clothesline and deliver a Bulldog/Front STO combination! By the time Black has reeled Blonde back to the apron, MEL has Faqu down for the count... 1... 2... Kickout. Another quick tag is made and learning nothing, Blonde tries to get in to help. That leads to an arguement between Black and Blonde, distracting the referee. Meanwhile, MARV and MEL take Faqu down with a double drop toehold. MARV backdrops MEL on top of Faqu, then runs the ropes to get flapjacked on top of Faqu as he rolls over! Landon just rubs his head in his hands, as the ref counts again... 1... 2... Kickout. As Faqu gets back up, MARV and MEL tag again. But before they can get to Faqu the big Samoan is called over to the corner and slapped on the shoulder by a deeply frustrated Landon, bringing himself into the match finally. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Alright, let's see if Landon can fare any better. Stepping into the ring, Landon gives his partners a team-talk, which basically consists of "just watch what I do and let me show you how it's done". Having set himself up for a fall, Landon then sprints right into a drop toehold from MEL bouncing his nose off the mat. "YYYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" COLE I guess not. As Landon nurses his nose, MEL wrings the arm and makes the tag. MARV comes in off the top with an axehandle, then wrings the arm and tags out to Baron. The big Texan comes off the top with an axehandle as well, then brings in O'Hara. Howls of complaint sound out from James Blonde as the Brit also lands with an axehandle across the targetted arm of La Cucaracha. Another quick tag brings MARV in, wringing the arm and then quickly tagging MEL. Together The CAE set up a double whip and deliver a double hiptoss. MARV and MEL then take cheapshots at the rest of Cucaracha Internacional, drawing them in while O'Hara crushes Landon with a Springboard Somersault Seated Senton while he's sat prone on the mat!! COLE The former Six Man Champions are running the rule over Landon Maddix and Cucaracha Internacional! COACH Come on already ref, it's four on one! Once the referee has gained control, he finds MEL covering Landon... 1... 2... 3- NO! ONLY TWO! COLE Oh my, so close! Could you imagine if Landon Maddix were the first man eliminated for his struggling force? This could turn into a very bad night for Cucaracha Internacional if they're not careful! Megan can barely watch by this point as things continue to go badly for her man. The CAE tag off again, bringing MARV in. Retreating into a corner, Landon is caught with a boot and whipped across the ring. Reaching out and grabbing the top rope Landon floats up and over... the invisible man, getting snared by the not-so invisible MARV who times his run to kick off the turnbuckles, looking for the ACID DRO... NO! Landon throws MARV off! COLE There's a little respite for Landon. Breathing a noticeable sigh of relief, Maddix reaches down to pick MARV up... but MARV throws up his legs and pulls Landon forward into a pinning cradle! COLE Spoke too soon! 1... 2... NO! MARV beats Landon to his feet and boots him in the gut again. Firing up, MARV then hits the ropes again... but gets a knee in the back from Nathaniel Black! COLE Hey, come on! COACH Oh, so double teaming and triple teaming is fine, but a little knee in the back and suddenly it's 'come on' all of a sudden? Spinning MARV around, Black delivers a European uppercut from the apron. The referee orders Black back to his corner but the damage has been done, as MARV is scooped up and given the GO 2 SLEEP by Landon as he turns around!! James Blonde quickly jumps into the ring to guard against any attempts at a save, as Maddix wraps MARV up... 1... 2... 3!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" A delighted Blonde gives Landon a far too enthusastic pat on the back and celebrates the mini victory as he goes back to the apron. Melody puts his hands on her hips on the outside as suddenly the match has turned on her. COACH Landon Maddix, leading by example baby! COLE And you can chalk up a heavy assist to Nathaniel Black for that one. Team Baron had everything going their way until the Englishman's intervention from the apron and now, Team Baron are down a man and The Christ Air Express are down a Nerdly! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: MARV Eliminated by: Landon Maddix [b]CUCARACHA INTERNACIONAL 4 TEAM BARON 3[/b] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Landon picks himself up and decides this is the perfect time to give his team another lecture. Unfortunately, Baron Windels disagrees and runs into the ring, pulling him down with an O'Connor roll! 1... 2... NO!! COLE Landon almost got caught again though! Things still aren't running smoothly for Cucaracha Internacional, no matter how you try and sugarcoat it Coach. Landon scrambles back up and eats a right hand! A second. And a third. And a fourth. Blind tag is made as Baron sends Landon off the ropes though, Nathaniel Black interjecting himself legally this time as he knocks Baron down from behind! Black then stomps away until Chioda forces him to let up. COACH Looking smooth from where I'm sitting. COLE Are we watching different feeds or something? Baron's team have dominated this match, Coach! COACH Keep stirring Michael. Just take one look at the numbers and you'll see who's really in control. Picking Baron up, Black lands with two European uppercuts. With a 3/4 headlock he drags Baron over to his teams corner, allowing Faqu to be tagged in. The Samoan comes in with a kick to the ribs of Baron, then stalks after him and strikes down on the trapexius muscle with a mongolian chop. Falling to one knee, Windels is trapped in a nervehold, but is quick to lay an elbow into Faqu's large midsection. And a second. Faqu clasps on a choke though! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIV..." On Blonde's orders alone Faqu releases the choke and gives Baron a kick to the chest. Faqu then drops a big leg, causing Melody to cover her eyes. 1... 2... Kickout. Baron sits up, but Faqu puts him back down with a hip attack. COACH I tell you one thing, if Baron goes then it's match over. As it is they've still got a chance but without Baron you can't tell me MEL and O'Hara can hang with Landon and the Six Man Champs. COLE Those would be some very unfavourable odds. James Blonde tags in and boots Baron in the head before climbing to the middle rope. The Trendsetter snaps his sweatband and balls up the fist, coming off thee ropes wih the fistdrop. But Baron is up on his feet and CATCHES Blonde in his arms! He then drives JB back into the turnbuckles, driving the wind out of him. COLE Don't go counting Baron out yet though, not by a longshot! An irish whip sends Blonde corner to corner and hard into the turnbuckles again. Baron then draws on the power of more cancelled Fox cartoons as he tells Blonde to BITE MY SHINY METAL ASS!! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COACH LOL at these people cheering for a cartoon that's strictly made for DVD. COLE As opposed to running a wrestling company like the SWF whose shows are made for DVD. Because that'd be kinda pathetic too, right? COACH That's completely different... sorta. Diving~! tag brings in MEL, to a cheer. With Blonde still dazed from the BUTT bump MEL delivers a flying clothesline in the corner, landing on the middle rope. MEL pulls himself through to the apron and waits for Blonde to answer to his beckoning, feeding a shoulder through the ropes and then launching back inside with a sunset flip... 1... 2... No! Despite his dazed state, Blonde is able to land a knee to buy himself a few seconds to clear his head. Blonde then clubs MEL in the back, before shooting him into the ropes. A baseball slide takes MEL through Blonde's legs though! As Blonde turns around MEL scoops him for the MELANO... NO! MELA-NO, as Blonde floats over the back and locks on the cobra clutch, setting up ILLEGALLY BLON... NO! BL-ON... I MEAN, BLON-NO... look, MEL counters it, okay! And he counters it by running forward, driving JB's face into the top turnbuckle in his corner! COLE Nice momentum move and there's the tag, here comes J-OH! With Blonde dazed, O'Hara comes off the top with a Moonsault Press! 1... 2... NO! COLE I'm sure it's both cliché and debatable, but I'm going to say it anyway, nobody in the OAOAST gets higher than Jamie O'Hara! COACH And we've got at least two Jamaicans on the roster so that's some claim! O'Hara stomps Blonde up against the ropes, then looks for an irish whip. A reversal sends O'Hara towards the ropes but he's well prepared for any interference from Nathaniel Black wandering down the apron, throwing himself at him with a dropkick! Black goes flying off the apron to the arena floor, while O'Hara quickly pulls the rope down on Blonde's charge. COLE We're about to see it again it looks like! Lining Blonde and Black up, O'Hara hits the ropes... ...but Maddix comes in and cuts him off with a boot, then gives the crowd the 'up yours'! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Landon mocks the rest of his opponents a little, before he and turns hits the ropes himself. But as he rebounds, Jamie O'Hara suddenly goes whizzing past him, THROWING HIMSELF OVER THE TOP WITH A TWISTING MOONSAULT DIVE ONTO BLACK AND BLONDE ANYWAY!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COLE LOOK MA' NO HANDS! COACH Look ma', no brains more like! That shit was banana! Slowly pulling up on his run Landon looks confused as to what just happened, while O'Hara gets to his feet and slaps some of the fans' hands at ringside. Landon is put to the apron, still trying to figure out what in the heck just happened. Meanwhile, O'Hara throws Blonde back inside and makes a cover... 1... 2... No! Tag made, MEL back in for Team Baron. MEL comes in and manages to prevent Blonde's despairing attempts to tag Faqu and get the hell out of the ring, pulling him away and to his feet. Two quick forearms allow MEL to pull Blonde down with a drop toehold. He then executes La Majistral... 1... 2... No! COLE Baron and his team eager to even up the score here, but give credit for James Blonde, he's hanging in there. For now. Blonde picks himself up and uses another short knee to save himself. With MEL doubled over, he then threads his leg over the back of the head and looks to deliver the Guilt Trip. However, MEL is able to spin out of the back of the move and before Blonde knows what's hit him, he's trapped in a full nelson and faceplanted into the canvas! COLE Oh, big move by MEL. And in perfect position, MEL looking to get high as well perhaps? COACH Yeah yeah, they all like recreational drugs, we get it by now, get a new angle already. Exiting to the apron, MEL gives the signal and heads to the top. The crowd rise to their feet as MEL reaches the third floor and points to the sky, before taking off with majestic form... ...on a MISSED SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE Nobody home! Having rolled out of the way Blonde scrambles to his corner and gets a tag to the team captain. Quick as a flash, Landon is in the ring and catches MEL winded and on one knee... *SMACK!* ...NAILING him with a Low Flying Superkick to the side of the head! COACH DAYYUM! With MEL already seeing stars, Landon quickly pops him up into a fireman's carry. In comes Black to run Baron and O'Hara off the apron, keeping them out of the equation as Landon delivers a second GO TO SLEEP of the match and hooks the leg on the unconscious MEL... 1... 2... 3!!! BLONDE WOOOOOOOOOO!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" A deflated boo from the Anaheim crowd and a dejected look from Melody, sinking a little on the outside. Rolling off of MEL, Landon looks as smug as can be as he makes the tag out to Faqu, more than happy to stand and listen to the sucking-up of James Blonde by this point in the match. COLE And with that Landon Maddix has wiped out both of The Christ Air Express, leaving us at a four against two situation. Team Baron now just Baron himself and Jamie O'Hara, up against the four of Cucaracha Internacional. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: MEL Eliminated by: Landon Maddix [b]CUCARACHA INTERNACIONAL 4 TEAM BARON 2[/b] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As MEL is rolled from the ring and checked on by sister Melody, Baron and Jamie regroup on the outside. Realising the deficit they're facing they have a quick peptalk, before Baron re-enters the ring and sizes up Faqu. COACH What did I tell you Michael? Leave it to Landon to get things running smooth again. COLE Well he can certainly afford to look a bit happier with proceedings than he did in the early going. Dare I tempt fate and say things are starting to look up? James Blonde certainly thinks so, grinning like a kid at Christmas as he turns to the crowd and points to Landon, "That's my boss!" As that sickening scene of boot licking continues, Baron and Faqu engage in the ring. They go to lock-up but Baron surprises Faqu with a succession of right hands that start to stagger the big Samoan. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" A knifedge chop, has little effect. And a short Cowboy Bebop elbow across the top of the head similar. Landing a boot, Baron decides at this point to go for broke and scoops Faqu up for a bodyslam... but winds up with all of his 301 pounds crashing down across his chest instead!! COLE Oh no! 1... 2... Kickout!! COLE Nearly disaster for Team Baron! COACH It's all a matter of time now Michael. Baron's their last real slim hope, since O'Hara hasn't got the size to match Faqu let alone what it takes to match the other three opponents. Now Baron's completely knocked the air out of his lungs, he's ready for the taking in my book. Faqu picks Baron up, delivering a hard headbutt. Down goes Baron and Faqu gives the tag to James Blonde who's eager to capitalise. Rushing into the ring, Blonde takes a needless cheapshot at O'Hara to draw him into the ring while he drags Baron over to the corner and lets Landon and Black put the boots to him from the apron! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Now why, with these odds, would Cucaracha Internacional need to go to these kind of tactics? COACH Assurance. Once Chioda has put O'Hara out the boots have stopped, allowing Blonde to drag Baron into a lateral press... 1... 2... No! Tag made back to Faqu, with more dirty work to be done just yet. "BA - RON!" "BA - RON!" "BA - RON!" "BA - RON!" COACH Ya, cheer all ya like, it ain't gonna make a difference. This ain't a video-game Melody, you ain't gonna cure broken ribs by slapping a turnbuckle a bunch. Faqu scoops and slams Baron with all the ease the Texan failed to find earlier. Off the ropes, The Samoan Wrecking Ball then comes crashing down with a Big Splash! 1... 2... NO! MADDIX Here. Maddix calls for, and gets, the tag ready to lead by example once again. Hitting the ropes, the still smug Landon leaps up to bring all his two hundred, eight pounds down across Baron's chest with a double stomp... and bottoms right out into a back senton for good measure. Reaching back he hooks a leg... 1... 2... No! Not looking unduely concerned, Landon strolls around and decides to pose for the crowd. "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" As Baron gets back up, Maddix meets him with a forearm strike. And a second. Turning Baron around, Landon reaches up and hooks the head, bringing him down across a knee with a modified neckbreaker! Blonde applauds excitedly from the apron as Maddix taunts Melody for no reason other than the fact he can. COLE I think I liked him better when he was sulking. Landon catches Baron on his way up with a straight kick to the chest. Then another forearm. After directing some more words towards Melody, Landon then whips Baron into the ropes. Landon ducks his head... which proves a fatal mistake, as Baron hooks the head and drops him with the BRIGHAM YOUNG COCKTAIL!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COLE Woah! Got him! Baron quickly hooks Landon up... 1... 2... 3!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COACH WHA!? COLE That's three! Landon is out of here! Blonde and Black both react to the surprising turn of events too late to make a save and end up with shocked expressions on their faces, halfway inside the ring. Melody jumps for joy on the floor, as do the fans, as Megan holds her head in her hands. COACH What just happened!? COLE All I know is, Baron Windels just pinned the former World Heavyweight Champion! And the leader of Cucaracha Internacional is gone, we're back to 3 to 2! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Landon Maddix Eliminated by: Baron Windels [b]CUCARACHA INTERNACIONAL 3 TEAM BARON 2[/b] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As Landon rolls out, Megan is there to great him with words of consolation. Of course, they're negated with the flames from Melody Nerdly as a confused looking Landon (well, he did just get dropped on his head) is shepherded off to the back. Back in the ring meanwhile, James Blonde looks to avenge his fallen leader as he jumps Baron with stomps before he can get back to his feet. COLE James Blonde, like a wronged wife, on the attack! Blonde continues to stomp away, before dropping to his knees and blatantly choking The Lone Star Gunslinger. He quickly breaks but is riled up and almost takes a shot at the referee. Chioda quickly warns him against doing that and the emotional Blonde tags out to Nathaniel Black. Black prevents Baron from getting a tag and pulls him to his feet, driving his elbow into Baron's bicep. COLE Cucaracha Internacional, infact the World Six Man Tag Team Champions, just need to regroup here. Despite that sudden elimination of their captain and in one case inspiration, they still have the numbers advantage. COACH Exactly. Landon has lead the way, now it's time for his team to follow. COLE You mean follow him to the dressing room after being eliminated? COACH You know exactly what I mean bitch. Don't act like you don't know tryin' to act all clever, like. Backed in a corner, Baron's arm is wrapped around the ropes in a painful manner, forcing him to club at Black with his free arm to release it. Black quickly lands a back elbow though, then kicks the ropes and does further damage to Baron's arm in the process. Away walks Baron, Black following after him... and regretting it, as Windels wheels around with a hard right hand! And another! Black responds with a headbutt though. He then sets up an irish whip, but Baron counters and throws a boot... but Black catches it. He spins Baron around... ...and Baron answers with the MYSPACE COMEBACK... just as Black spins around with the BLACK LARIAT, both men nailing their 360 clotheslines in unison!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE What a head-on collision that was. Both Black and Baron roll away and head for their corners looking for the tag. Melody's encouragement helps Baron even if this isn't a video game... and as Black tags to James Blonde, Baron makes a lunge and TAGS JAMIE O'HARA!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" O'Hara leaps in over the top, catching Blonde with a kick on the way. Hitting the ropes, he then catches Blonde marching towards him with the Busaiku Knee Kick! Cover... 1... 2... No! Irish whip attempt by O'Hara is reversed, sending him into the turnbuckles. Blonde follows up with a clothesline and locks on the side headlock looking for the follow-up bulldog. O'Hara counters by pushing Blonde off, into the ropes. Coming back Blonde throws a clothesline but O'Hara ducks and rolls The Trendsetter up... 1... 2... No! Right back up, Blonde soon goes right back down courtesy of a sweep of the legs, setting him up for a STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS~!! 1... 2... NO!! COLE Only two, but O'Hara is starting to build momentum. And once he gets going he's notoriously hard to stop. O'Hara signals to the crowd that the end is near, as he heads up the turnbuckles. As he reaches the top though, Blonde rushes over and cuts him off with a punch. The Canadian breathes a sigh of relief before he heads up the turnbuckles himself. Punches are exchanged as Blonde tries to hook O'Hara in a facelock. O'Hara manages to fight Blonde off though and shoves him off the ropes. However, Blonde lands on his feet. As Jamia starts to get his feet again up top, The Trendsetter quickly springboards off the middle rope AND DROPKICKS O'HARA OFF THE TOP TO THE OUTSIDE!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Your boy just got stopped. COLE That had to be at least a 15 foot fall, 80 feet in pro-wrestling terms! Right next to those 2,900 pound steel steps! In the middle of his preening, Blonde orders Faqu to go collect O'Hara for him as he lays in a heap on the floor. Faqu does as he's told, as ever. But as he tries to pick O'Hara up, Baron comes over to protect his partner, nailing Faqu with right hands! COLE It's breaking down here. Baron trying to even the odds. COACH Yeah, but they're not even, are they? As Baron keeps Faqu at bay, Nathaniel Black is on hand to dump O'Hara back inside. He rolls him in to Blonde, who instantly covers... 1... 2... KICKOUT! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE I thought that was it for sure. What heart shown by Jamie O'Hara. Black halts the fight on the floor by blindsighting Baron, running him into the barricade. In the ring meanwhile, Blonde drags O'Hara up by the tracksuit pants. Blonde sets O'Hara up for a back suplex... but Jamie floats over and lands on his feet, dropkicking Blonde in the back! JB falls into the turnbuckles and O'Hara finds enough energy to follow in with a running back elbow. O'HARA THAT'S IT BITCHES! The crowd don't mind the suggestion that they're the bitches being referred to and cheer anyway, as O'Hara again heads up the ropes. On the second rope he gets ready to take flight. However, Blonde reacts and grabs O'Hara's Nike trainer, dragging him off the ropes! The back of O'Hara's head bounces off the mat hard and he rolls away, ending up in position for Blonde to come off the ropes with the LIONSAULT!! 1... 2... 3!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH That's it alright pal. That's it big time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Jamie O'Hara Eliminated by: James Blonde [b]CUCARACHA INTERNACIONAL 3 TEAM BARON 1[/b] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Blonde celebrates his victory, swaggering around the ring as O'Hara is helped out. COLE And the odds just got even steeper. Baron Windels against the Six Man Tag Team Champions, a no-contest on paper, but matches aren't fought on paper and Baron isn't going to give up without a fight here. "BA - RON!" "BA - RON!" "BA - RON!" "BA - RON!" The crowd try to make themselves a second man for the Texan as he drags himself towards the ring. Before he can re-enter though, he's jumped by Nathaniel Black! Black clubs away at Baron with forearms before throwing him back inside, to the waiting boots of James Blonde. Stomping away, Blonde works over Windels until the signs of life are fading then breaks away to swagger some more. COLE It's hard to find a moment when James Blonde isn't feeling confident, but he's clearly feeling extra confident at this point. COACH Can hardly blame him. Blonde makes the tag to Faqu, ordering him to do some damage. As Baron struggles to his feet, Faqu pins him against the ropes and delivers a thrust to the chest. An irish whip then sets Baron up for a crushing Samoan Drop!! Cover by Faqu... 1... 2... Kickout! Melody tries to will Baron on, as he's picked back up and headbutted by Faqu. COLE These are dire straights for Baron, he's got to start mounting something and quick. He tries to, landing a right hand to the midsection. Faqu shrugs it off though, delivers a second headbutt on Baron that backs him against the turnbuckles and then tags Blonde back in. Directing traffic Blonde whips Baron across the ring for an AVALANCHE by Faqu! Blonde then delivers a corner clothesline, hooking Baron up and delivering the Bulldog! COACH There it is, put him away JB. Blonde, eventually, hooks the leg and kicks back with his legs crossed... 1... 2... NO!! As Blonde complains about the count, Black yells at him to get on with it already. COLE He's got a point. COACH Nat just needs to chill a little. He's an authorative guy, but it's just a matter of time, no need to stress. Calling for one more, Blonde whips Baron into his team's empty corner... or, tries to, but Baron reverses and gives Blonde the BITE MY SHINY METAL ASS treatment again! COACH Okay, maybe stress a little. More than a little, Black enters the ring and charges Baron, who gets up a Big Boot! Baron quickly runs Faqu off the apron for good measure, then goes to the top rope. As Blonde staggers to his feet the big Texan sizes him up and yells that "IT'S CLOBBERIN' TIME"... ...BEFORE TAKING HIM OUT WITH THE DIVING LARIAT!!! COLE Took his head off, that should be one down! Baron hooks up Blonde... 1... 2... SAVE BY FAQU!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE I've gotta believe that would have been it, no way Blonde was kicking out. The Samoan Wrecking Ball stomps away on Baron... and stomps away some more, despite the protestations of referee Mike Chioda. The savage then drops down and applies a blatant choke, screaming wildly. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" MELODY Come on, get him off referee! Faqu refuses to let go of the choke and with Blonde and Black out of the way, there's no-one to control him. And with Chioda unable to physically prise Faqu's arm from Baron's throat he gives up and calls for the bell! Even that doesn't stop Faqu though, despite the cheers of the crowd. COLE I think the referee's throwing Faqu out of here Coach! The Samoan Wrecking Ball has lost it, the referee had no alternative but to disqualify Faqu! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Faqu Eliminated by: DQ [b]CUCARACHA INTERNACIONAL 2 TEAM BARON 1[/b] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Still Faqu chokes away at Baron though, going completely wild as he does so. It's only when Nathaniel Black finally rolls back into the ring and calls him off that Faqu lets the choke go. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Black reasons as best possible with the Samoan to leave before he gets anyone else DQed. COLE So Faqu is out of here. But the damage might have been done already. COACH It's definately been done Michael. Faqu may be gone, but so has the life, right out of Baron Windels' body. As Black coaxes Faqu out of the ring, James Blonde shakes off the cobwebs. Seeing Baron down and out he quickly picks the Texan back up. Baron has no defence for the cobra clutch... or the legsweep, dropped with ILLEGALLY BLONDE! Blonde frantically calls the referee away from trying to control Faqu to make the count... 1... 2... 3!!!! *DINGDINGDING* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE The damage was done. And James Blonde picking up the scraps for Cucaracha Internacional! As the three comes down, Blonde literally leaps off of Baron and buries his head in his hands in a gushing victory celebration. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the match and SOLE SURVIVORS... representing Cucaracha Internacional... NATHANIEL BLACK and JJAAAAAMMMMEEEEEEESSSS... BBLLLLLLOOOOOOOONNDDEEEEEEE!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Baron Windels Eliminated by: James Blonde [b]SURVIVORS:[/b] NATHANIEL BLACK and JAMES BLONDE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Blonde continues his OTT celebrations as Black glances back, sees what's going on and decides to follow Faqu to the back. Not daunted by being the only one celebrated Blonde points out his departed partners and shouts "WE DID IT!" to them, to which Nathaniel just gives a half-hearted thumbs up. Blonde's ridiculous celebrations earn boos from the crowd as he exits the ring and goes jogging after Black and Faqu, pumping his fists in the air. COLE Anyone would think Blonde just won the World Title! He pinned Baron after Faqu all but choked the life out of him and now he's on the verge of tears, what a goof! COACH Are you kidding? He's back in the good books! Screw the World Title! Just about catching up Blonde jumps onto Black's back as they disappear through the curtains. In the ring, Baron is checked on by Melody. COLE A gallant effort from Baron Windels here tonight. COACH Gallant efforts don't win you your quarters back at the arcade though. Hey, Melody, I got two words for ya... GAME OVER! HAHAHA!

COLE Up next here at November Reign it's the California Street Fight, the biggest test of the young career of Women's Champion Jade Rodez-Duncan. The OAOAST's Prodigal Daughter has had a lengthy rivalry with Malaysia Nerdly ever since Malaysia showed up in the OAOAST. And it was an emotional victory when Jade finally took the Women's Title from Malaysia at AngleSlam. But that was just the start for Malaysia. [QUOTE=OAOAST HeldDOWN 10/16; Jade vs. Malaysia] As Jade picks herself back up, Malaysia charges... and DRIVES her boot into Jade's chest with a vicious Yakuza Kick!! The back of Jade's head whiplashes off of the ring ropes behind her and she goes down in a heap, Malaysia right on her with a choke! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FI..." Malaysia breaks for a second, then puts the choke immediately back on. COLE Come on referee, get her off of her! This is completely unnecessary! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIV..." Another break, another pause and then right back to the choke! Robinson gives up on counting and just tries to pry Malaysia off of Jade, but he can't move the powerful woman's hands from around Jade's throat, leaving him no choice but to call for the bell. *DINGDINGDING!* COLE The referee's throwing this one out, Malaysia Nerdly has lost it here! She's just trying to choke the life out of Jade Rodez-Duncan, we might need some more help out here! As Malaysia starts slamming the back of the already defenceless Jade's head against the mat, referee Charles Robinson is pulled off of Malaysia and given the COCK BLOCK by Mr. Dick!!! COLE OH! COACH Yeah, change 'might' to 'definitely'. Malaysia finally relinquishes from Jade, who seems to have been knocked senseless from the way she landed earlier. Exiting the ring, Malaysia marches around ringside, sending the cameramen scurrying. Michael Buffer is soon scurrying too, as Malaysia grabs her cat o'nine tails from the timekeeper's table and slides into the ring with it. COLE Oh no. What on earth has Malaysia got in mind here? COACH I don't know but I really think we oughta be charging extra for it. Pulling Jade away from the ropes, Malaysia cracks the whip loose... *WHACK!* ...AND WHIPS JADE ACROSS THE BACK!! *WHACK!* ...AND AGAIN!! COLE This is disgusting! Get somebody out here to stop this already![/QUOTE] [QUOTE=HALLOWEEN SPECTACULAR; Jade and Krista vs. Malaysia and Mr. Dick] In the ring meanwhile, Malaysia breaks out of the cobra clutch and whips Jade off the ropes. Jade is able to duck underneath a clothesline and grabs hold of her opponent's head, looking for Got It From My Momma (reverse x-factor)... but Malaysia breaks apart the hands and turns around, driving a knee to the ribs! Malaysia then gutwrenches Jade up across her shoulder, carrying her around in the Canadian Backbreaker... ...AND DROPPING HER WITH THE PILEDRIVER!!!!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COLE Malaysia with the piledriver on the Women's Champion and no-one kicks out of that! COACH Oh this is too perfect! Malaysia lays atop of Jade, stroking her hair with a cruel smile... 1... 2... 3!!! COLE Krista nowhere to be seen and this one is over![/QUOTE] [QUOTE=OAOAST HeldDOWN 11/14; Malaysia's Street Fight Exhibition] MALAYSIA Tell me Lizzie... do you like to roleplay? The nervous girl doesn't answer. MALAYSIA I like to roleplay Lizzie... I like it a LOT. So tonight, you're going to roleplay with me Lizzie... tonight, you're not going to be Lizzie... tonight you're going to be Jade... and we're going to have SO much fun together, 'Jade'... I just KNOW IT... *THUD!* "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The young brunette hits the mat, courtesy of a shot to the side of the head with the microphone! - - - - - Malaysia picks Lizzie up again, striking her across the back with a forearm. The poor girl falls to her knees and Malaysia grabs hold of her from behind, pulling her up and applying a fishhook, encouraging 'Jade' to smile for Mommy! - - - - - Stepping out of the ring, Malaysia now climbs back down the steps and slowly makes her way to the ring apron. There, she routes under the ring and re-emerges with a metal trash can lid. Malaysia slides back into the ring, staring at her reflection in the lid for a few seconds. Picking herself up, little Lizzie doesn't realise what's waiting as she turns around... *CLANG!* ...AS MALAYSIA CREAMS HER WITH THE LID TO THE FOREHEAD!!!!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE Oh my god. - - - - - Approaching Lizzie with the whip, Malaysia wards off referee Chioda as he tries to make her see some reason. All she sees is a prone unconscious woman and a whip in her hand though. Uncurling the many tails of the whip, Malaysia sizes her opponent up... *THWACK!* "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...before LASHING HER ACROSS THE BACK!!! That seems to wake Lizzie up... *THWACK!* "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...just in time for another whipping!!! Lizzie writhes in pain, as Malaysia asks 'Jade' if she's 'having fun yet'. She then uncoils the whip again... *THWACK!* "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...before lashing her again!!! With the poor woman nearly in tears, Malaysia then sets herself across her back and clasps the whip with both hands, placing it across the throat and applying a sadistic choke with the weapon!! And wisely the young woman quickly taps out to end the match![/QUOTE] [QUOTE=OAOAST HeldDOWN 11/20] Melody picks up the present and shakes it around again. Jade, once she's composed herself, shares Melody's curiousness in the present all of a sudden and forgets about care as she tears the wrapping from the box. She takes a small peak inside, which just makes her more curious, a confused look on her face as she opens the box up... [i]"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"[/i] ...and SCREAMS at the top of her lungs, throwing the box across the corridor! Jade leans up against the wall looking shocked, as Melody retrieves the present, picking it up by one leg. It's not a puppy, but it is a [i]squirrel[/i]. A dead one. And not a stuffed squirrel either, but what looks like an actual piece of roadkill.[/QUOTE] [QUOTE=OAOAST HeldDOWN~! 11/27] MALAYSIA I like my toys. And I know you do too, Jade. I just know when you were a little girl, you played with Barbies... My Little Ponies... Beanie Babies. So sweet and innocent. But, there's only so much fun you can have playing with dolls. I prefer... the real thing. When I was a child, nobody understood... they thought my toys were no fun... they didn't want to play with me. They took... [i]persuading[/i]. But once they started playing with me and my toys... it was the MOST fun they could ever hope to have. You aren't going to need persuading Jade. I like that. You've already agreed to enter my playground. My very own barbie doll. Malaysia looks off into the darkness again. MALAYSIA We're going to have so much fun, Jade... I just know it. But, I couldn't wait those three days. I just had to try out my new toys... to make sure they're just right for when November Reign comes. And I think we BOTH agree, they are. Reaching out into the shadows, Malaysia grabs a desklamp and flicks the switch on. The light shines directly into the camera, before Malaysia directs it over towards the pitch black... ...illuminating MAGGIE NERDLY, who lays on the cold floor, BOUND AND GAGGED! The light just about shows various items lying around her body, but not in enough detail to really be identifiable. Safe to say, they've left Maggie pretty messed up, shaking on the floor with a noticeable bloody graze over her right eye. MALAYSIA I can't wait for you to join in the fun, Jade! :D Malaysia's laugh continues to echo out as the lamp is flicked off and we see nothing but darkness, before the camera thankfully cuts out.[/QUOTE] As we return to the arena, the ominous sound of a whip cracking kicks "Wildside" by Motley Crue into gear. With a sinister smile on her face Malaysia Nerdly makes her way out, carrying her trusty cat o'nine tails in her hand. Malaysia, deep in thought, licks her lips. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the California Street Fight, scheduled for one fall with No Disqualifications and No Countouts, for the OAOAST WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing at this time, the challenger. Hailing from Edmonton, Alberta Canada. She is a former Women's Champion and The Ultimate Combination Of Beauty And Beatdowns... MMMMAAALLLLLLAAAAAYYYYYSSSSIIIIIIAAAAAAAA... NNEEEERRRRRRRRRDDLLLLLYYYYYYY!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Malaysia climbs the steps, staring at the hostile California crowd booing her. She cracks her whip against the steel steps and gives them a glare before entering the ring. COLE Our spies inform us that Malaysia Nerdly was in the arena early this morning and was seen routing around ringside, placing items underneath the ring. So, those 'toys' as she so disturbingly refers to them that she used on sister Maggie last Thursday, we can only assume, are ready and waiting for Jade tonight. COACH Any update on Maggie? COLE Well, she was shaken up but is now fine. Not the first time she's dealt with Malaysia in her life. COACH Okay. Any update on that corndog I ordered about five minutes ago? "Boys call you sexy (What's up, sexy) And you don’t care what they say See, every time you turn around They screamin' your name Boys call you sexy (What's up, sexy) And you don’t care what they say See, every time you turn around They screamin' your name" The lights flash purple and often as "When I Grow Up" by The Pussycat Dolls hits, to a BIG reaction from the home state crowd. Bouncing through the entrance way comes California's very own Little Miss, Jade Rodez-Duncan, pulling the Women's Title from around her waist and raising it over her head. Jade looks into the ring mid-lift though and what's meant to be a triumphant gesture is ruined by the look of fear on her face. Taking a deep breath, Jade lowers the belt and makes the long walk to meet her fate. BUFFER And her opponent! She now resides in Los Angeles, CALIFORNIA... she is the second generation starlet with a heart of gold... ladies and gentlemen, here is the defending OAOAST WOMEN'S CHAMPION... "LITTLE MISS CALIFORNIA"... JJJJAAAAAAADDEEEEEE... RRRRROOOOODDEEEEEEZZZZZZ - DDUUUUUUUUUNNCCAAAAAAAAAANN!!!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Jade hesitates on entering the ring, stood on the outside looking up at Malaysia. "When I grow up I wanna be famous I wanna be a star I wanna be in movies When I grow up I wanna see the world Drive nice cars I wanna have Groupies" COLE Jade has the homefield advantage, but it's clear to see Malaysia has the fear factor on her side. The Women's Champion has to try and draw a little courage from these fans, but then again that's easy for me to say sitting here. Having set her title belt aside Jade takes another deep breath before going to enter the ring. She thinks better of it halfway in though, scooting back outside. Malaysia can wait no longer and goes out after her indecisive opponent, but Jade is able to pass her and get into the ring. Malaysia just holds her hands on her hips and smiles. COACH Somebody tell Jade about the fun of the chase, wouldya? She's just making the moment she gets caught all the sweeter for Malaysia. COLE The longer Jade can stay away, the longer she stays in one piece. Still smiling, Malaysia reaches up and pulls herself onto the apron... ...but the smile disappears as she's flung to the arena floor by a dropkick from Jade! *DINGDINGDING!* COLE Alright, Jade taking the fight to Malaysia from the get-go! COACH Yeah, that's just gonna make it all sweeter too. Malaysia's kinky like that. Jade slides out of the ring and follows after Malaysia, nailing her with a forearm as she picks herself up. A second forearm staggers Malaysia around the ring. As does a third. The California crowd route Jade on she continues to take the fight to Malaysia, jumping up on her back and landing short shots to the back of the head. Malaysia carries Jade and absorbs the shots, until she manages to ram Jade's lower back into the ring apron. COLE Ooh! Getting the (proverbial) monkey off her back, Malaysia's smile widens as she realises the fun starts here. Balling up her fist, she wheels around... to find Jade's ankles disappearing underneath the ring skirt. Malaysia misses grabbing onto it and slaps the apron in frustration. COACH A little hide and seek, that's always good for building a little excitement. MALAYSIA [i]#Jaaade#[/i]... come out and [i]#plaaaayyy#[/i] Malaysia goes around the ringpost as Jade begins to crawl out the other side. She reaches out, grabbing onto Jade's hair and pulls her up. It's only then that Malaysia notices the KENDO STICK in Jade's hands. *THWACK!* "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" A shot to the thigh rocks Malaysia! *THWACK!* "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" Another shot to the back of the leg and Malaysia drops to one knee. Jade lets out a roar as she swings one final time... *THWACK!* "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" ...and catches Malaysia in the shoulder! COLE Wow! We've NEVER seen this kind of intensity from Jade and she's found it just at the right time. Jade HAS to go to these lengths if she's going to survive tonight as Women's Champion. COACH But by doing so, she's playing right into Malaysia's hands. Malaysia uses the announce table to pick herself up as Jade dumps the kendo stick. A quick jab catches Malaysia in the face, before Jade throws her challenger face-first into the ring apron. Malaysia is shoved back inside and Jade follows, going for a cover... 1... Quick kickout. COACH Nah, not even close. Jade stays on Malaysia and lands a couple of kicks, before attempting an irish whip. Hooking her arm around the top rope, Malaysia refuses to go though. Jade tries a couple more times to no avail. As Malaysia breaks the hands apart, Jade then starts to run, but Malaysia snatches hold of her hair and stops her! Suddenly the smile has gone and Malaysia doesn't look like she's after fun as she twists on the hair, dragging Jade around to face her. Jade realises she's in a tight spot, but escapes by stomping on Malaysia's foot! Jade then throws a front dropkick, sending Malaysia tumbling backwards through the ring ropes. COACH There's playing hard to get and then there's just frustrating. COLE Believe it or not, Jade's not here to be Malaysia's plaything. COACH That's not what Malaysia reckons. And seeing what Malaysia does to people, I'm inclined to agree with anything she says. Saving herself the challenger pulls herself up on the apron. Jade comes swinging with another right hand, but Malaysia blocks. Grabbing both of Jade's wrists, Malaysia throws herself backwards off the apron, clotheslining Jade across the top ring rope! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Malaysia lands on her feet and stares at Jade as she kicks her feet in pain. COLE This match may just have taken a sinister turn. Climbing back into the ring, Malaysia pulls Jade up off the canvas, slowly. Malaysia sizes Jade up with her fists cocked, ready to strike... but then she just lets go and allows Jade to fall to the canvas. COACH What's the deal? COLE Malaysia just letting Jade go. Don't tell me she's showing compassion? With Jade still trying to catch her breath back Malaysia surprises everybody by leaving the ring. But anyone expecting compassion is dumb as rocks... sorry Michael... as Malaysia's smile creeps back upon pulling up the ring skirt. Malaysia routes around for a few seconds, then slides a trash can lid into the ring. She then goes back under and re-emerges, eyes transfixed on her newest find. COACH Woah. COLE What is that!? Is that a riding crop!? Coach, that's a riding crop, what in the hell is Malaysia doing with that!? COACH Do you want me to draw you a diagram? Cause it'd probably easier to search for 'riding crop' on this laptop on our desk and just show you the results. Malaysia slaps the weapon against the ring apron and runs her hand across it before sliding into the ring. Unbeknownest to Jade, as she pulls herself up across the ring. Stalking towards her, Malaysia places the riding crop down into her ring attire before grabbing Jade by the hair, throwing her head into the top turnbuckle pad. And again. Malaysia then pulls Jade back, forearming her in the back of the head. Down goes Jade, left in a precarious position as Malaysia removes the riding crop again. Malaysia flicks Jade's cheerleader skirt up (WOOO!)... *THWACK!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" ...AND CRACKS THE CROP ACROSS HER BACKSIDE! COACH Ooh-hoo-hoo! COLE Coach, that's what jockeys use to whip horses during races. This is vicious... sadistic even! With Jade's face etched in pain she clings onto the bottom rope, hoping not to be hit again. Placing the riding crop between her teeth Malaysia drags Jade off the rope. She wields the crop again with sheer excitement in her eyes... but Jade fends her off with a thrust kick out of sheer desperation. "YYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!" As Malaysia drops the crop, Jade lays in with a forearm strike. A second. And a third. Walking a little gingerly, Jade comes off the ropes with a fourth forearm to get more momentum, rocking Malaysia a little. Malaysia shakes it off and grabs at Jade, but she evades. Staying elusive, Jade evades again. JRD then runs to the turnbuckles and pushes herself up, placing herself on Malaysia's shoulders. Malaysia carries Jade away from the corner, but she takes a right hand to the top of the head. And another, allowing Jade to rock forward with a Victory Roll... 1... 2... No! COLE I think that crack of the whip woke Jade up Coach, she's starting to build a little momentum, keeping Malaysia on her toes! Weaving underneath Malaysia's arm, Jade kicks her in the back of the knee. The Women's Champ then hits the ropes and delivers a Bulldog. Cover... 1... 2... No! With her challenger reeling, Jade quickly grabs the trash can lid. The Californias encourage her to use it and after a little hesitation, she goes to... and gets cut off, empthatically, with a Yakuza kick to the chest! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" As Jade picks herself up, Malaysia knocks her down with a second hard boot just for good measure. COLE It was the speed and elusiveness that helped Jade to victory at AngleSlam and we're seeing why. Once Malaysia catches you and slows the pace down, she just meticulously picks her opponents apart. COACH And enjoys it. Gotta love that. COLE Not particularly. With Jade hurt, Malaysia reaches down into her ring attire again... ...producing a PAIR OF HANDCUFFS!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Oh no. This is bad. Real bad. COACH I guess Jade was being a little [i]too[/i] fiesty for Malaysia's liking. Malaysia dangles the handcuffs in front of Jade's face, waiting for her to make a grab from them before snatching them away. Malaysia then LASHES Jade across the back of the head with them! With Jade face down, Malaysia grabs her in a hammerlock, clamping the cuff around the wrist. Before she can get the other cuff on though, Jade somehow pulls off a legsweep to pull the rug from under Malaysia's feet. Both champion and challenger scramble to their feet, with Jade going behind looking for a schoolgirl... but Malaysia blocks... and locks the other cuff around her OWN wrist! COACH Oh, even better! Not realising they're joined at the wrists, Jade lets Malaysia go and tries to run into the ropes. She gets jerked right back though... and nailed right in the mouth with Malaysia's powerful forearm! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE And Jade has nowhere to go, nowhere to run. She is trapped within Malaysia's clutches. Malaysia uses her free hand to grab Jade's hair, pulling her to her feet. Stuck at close range, Jade is rocked with a HEADBUTT. She staggers backwards, until the cuffs kick in, keeping her on her feet for a boot from Malaysia. Jade falls to her knees as Malaysia positions herself behind Jade and forces her to choke herself with her own handcuffed arm! "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" COACH These people can chant all they want, there's nowhere for Jade [i]to[/i] go! As Jade's face starts to redden, Malaysia grins knowing she doesn't have a five count to answer to. Jade uses her free left arm to elbow Malaysia in the hip but doesn't come close to breaking the choke. COLE If Jade passes out, we've got a new Women's Champion. COACH If Jade passes out, I wanna be here to see what happens next! The Anaheim crowd continue to will their homestate hero's daughter on to escape, but Jade is starting to fade away. Curiously, Malaysia chooses this point to let Jade go. Jade flops onto her face, only her cuffed right arm hanging off the canvas. Malaysia starts to pick Jade up again, dragging her over to a corner. Slowly Malaysia exits the ring and backs down the ring steps, forcing Jade to come with her. Unfortunately the ringpost gets in the way and as Malaysia keeps on backing up, Jade's shoulder is forced against the steel and forced to the point of being ripped out of the socket!! Howls of pain escape Jade before she finally manouevers herself away from the post, which doesn't really do her much good as her face hits the ring apron before her body crashes to the arena floor, dragging Malaysia to her feet. COLE Malaysia's going underneath the ring again. What on earth is under there we can only guess. Well, it's a wrestling show, which explains why Malaysia returns from under the ring with a TABLE! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" COACH Why are these people cheering? That table's gonna be Jade's crashmat in a few minutes you know. COLE Yeah but it's a wrestling show. Give them a break. Malaysia puts the table back in, as best a woman who's handcuffed to another woman by one wrist can. Malaysia then goes underneath the ring again. Clearly knowing where to look and what she's looking for, her eyes soonlight up. And a worried murmur goes through the crowd as they see what Malaysia has in her hand. COACH :O COLE That's a CATTLE PROD! Oh my God! I realise this is No Disqualifications, but this is going COMPLETELY over the line! "YOU'RE FUCKED UP!" "YOU'RE FUCKED UP!" "YOU'RE FUCKED UP!" "YOU'RE FUCKED UP!" The sickest of all sick looks appears on Malaysia's face, clearly a fan of objects with electrical currents. No homo. Malaysia eyes up the cattle prod with what can be best decribed as lust. But with her eyes taken elsewhere, Malaysia doesn't notice Jade getting to one knee. And with one last, desperate burst of energy, Jade plows forward... JADE RRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!! *CRASH!* ...AND SPEARS MALAYSIA BACKWARDS INTO THE STEEL RING STEPS!!!!!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Jade might have just saved her life with that charge! Striking the back of her head against the steel, Malaysia looks to be knocked silly. Jade starts to crawl away, but is unable to get from within arm's reach. "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Suddenly, up goes a cheer for another California hero, ALIX MARIA SPEZIA!!!! COACH Now what the hell is she doing out here!? Alix jogs to ringside and rushes right to the aid of a fan who's desperate for her autograph. To be fair, she doesn't waste time personalising the message or asking for any money. Once that's out of the way Alix dives to Jade's aid. Grabbing the handcuffs, Alix reaches into her hair and produces a hairpin. JADE Wha... what are you... ALIX Hey there sleepyhead! Trust me sweetie, I'll have you out of this fix in a jiffy-pop. When you're forgetful as silly ol' me, you either grab a dictionary and pray you stumble on your safeword quickly or ya learn how to pick the locks on handcuffs. And sure enough, Alix works her magic and unlocks the handcuffs! ALIX Bye ya'll!! "YYYYYAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!" COLE Well, that got us out of that seemingly unescapable situation quite nicely. Alix disappears as quickly as she enters, leaving the match to continue as Jade rolls into the ring. However, Malaysia is quick to recover as well. She throws the handcuffs away angrily, re-entering the ring and closing the gap on Jade. But Jade is loose now and turns around, pawing the challenger with an open left hand. She then paws her with an open right. With a guttural shout, Jade then pulls a 360 and knocks Malaysia down with a big clothesline! COLE Exclusive: Rich Little Blonde Girl Kicks Ass! Jade showing a little of that Duncan fire! Grabbing the trash can lid, Jade wastes no time this time... *CLANG!* "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" ...and nails Malaysia over the head with it! COLE Cover Jade, cover! With all of California encouraging her, Jade does just that... 1... 2... NO! COLE Only two. COACH Yeah, what a crying shame that is, eh Michael. You're supposed to be impartial, jackass! COLE You aren't. COACH Exactly! You hold it together while I point out how Jade's an embarrassment to the Duncan heritage, that's how this thing works between us. Malaysia is already picking herself up, much to Jade's surprise. Well, not so much surprise as nerves. Jade dumps the lid and hits the ropes, catching Malaysia on the way up with a crossbody... but Malaysia catches her in her arms! A groan fills the arena, as Malaysia then dumps Little Miss California with the Fallaway Slam! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" With a scowl Malaysia pulls Jade back up and onto her shoulders. Positioning in the centre of the ring, she DRIVES her down with a Powerbomb and stacks Jade on her shoulders for the pin... 1... 2... KICKOUT!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COLE First nearfall of the match for Malaysia, who isn't having quite so much fun as she thought she would tonight. COACH That might be about to change. Marching across the ring, Malaysia grabs and starts to set up the table. Placing it near one corner of the ring Malaysia rubs the surface of the table with one hand, her body with the other, before going to retrieve Jade. What fight the Women's Champ had built is gone now and she takes a forearm to the face. Malaysia then pulls Jade's head down and applies a gutwrench. Another worried murmur goes up as the crowd know what's coming, even before Malaysia muscles Jade up over her shoulder, into the Canadian Backbreaker. COLE Oh no, here comes that Piledriver! Jade kicks and struggles as Malaysia begins to walk towards the table... and it pays off, as she escapes Malaysia's clutches and lands on her feet. Realising where she is, Jade grabs a hold of Malaysia's head as she's off-balance, pulling her down with the patented Duncan reverse x-factor!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE GOT IT FROM MY MOMMA! 1... 2... KICKOUT!!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Wow! Nobody kicked out of that move... COACH When Krista did it. Keyword, Krista! Everything Krista touches turns to gold, everything Jade touches turns and takes a giant leap off a cliff committing suicide rather than hang around to experience the pain of extreme failure! Jade looks shocked at not getting the three and doubt starts to creep in as she wonders what she can possibly do to beat Malaysia now. The challenger picks herself up with the table's help, so Jade grabs her in a cobra clutch... but gets an elbow in the gut. Malaysia then grabs Jade and bounces her head off the tabl... NO! Jade blocks and bounces Malaysia's head instead! "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" The crowd get behind Little Miss California, as she drags Malaysia around the table and places her against the turnbuckle. Jade climbs the turnbuckles and starts raining down right hands. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SI..." NO! To the crowd's horror Malaysia picks Jade up off the ring ropes, readying her for a Powerbomb... ...but instead throws her backwards, stomach first across the top rope! COLE It looked like Malaysia was about to drive Jade through that table but for some reason, she didn't do it. With Jade hung up, Malaysia steps back and climbs onto the middle turnbuckle. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH All good things come to those who wait. COLE Oh boy. Getting her footing, Malaysia drives her elbow into Jade's kidneys as she lays on the rope beside her. Two more elbows land, before Malaysia starts to drag Jade so she's positioned on the turnbuckles as well. Malaysia then starts to try and manoeuver Jade into a canadian backbreaker position while sat on the top turnbuckle. COLE Oh no. Jade's got to get out of this, Malaysia's going to drive her headfirst through this table! COACH Well DUH! Just as Malaysia starts to stand up though, Jade manages to turn to the side and land a shot to the head! And another! And another! Malaysia sits back down and Jade is able to turn around, looking very unsteady on the top turnbuckle. Reaching up, Malaysia clubs her forearm across the side of the head and tries to grab Jade again. The Women's Champion is running out of options. And desperate times call for desperate measures, as she suddenly BITES MALAYSIA'S FOREHEAD!!!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Now where did she learn THAT from!? Once the initial pain has worn off and Jade's teeth have let up on her flesh, Malaysia actually ENJOYS it and asks for more. But Jade has other ideas. Reaching back, Jade pulls off her boot... *THUD!* ...AND SMACKS MALAYSIA ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE SOLE!! The boot falls to the arena floor as Jade wobbles on the verge of following it. But she regains her balance. Jade then looks up at the heavens and crosses her heart, hoping not to die as she places herself on the top rope. Malaysia is still dazed, allowing Jade to hook her in a side headlock. Once she's steady, Jade then takes off... *KE-RAAASSSH!!* "YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" ...AND PUTS MALAYSIA THROUGH THE TABLE WITH A BULLDOG FROM THE TURNBUCKLES!!! COLE OH, MY!! The Anaheim crowd go WILD, as Jade manages to clear the table and lands on the comparatively safe canvas. Malaysia however lays flat out in the middle of the splintered table. "JADE!" "JADE!" "JADE!" "JADE!" Grimacing, Jade holds her hip as she drags herself back towards the table. She rolls Malaysia over and drops on top... 1... 2... 3!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" *DINGDINGDING!* COLE Can you believe it!? COACH I sure as hell can't! Wild celebrations start in the stands as Jade rolls off of Malaysia with her hand raised in victory. Clearly still in pain, Jade needs the referee's help to get to her feet but forces a smile nonetheless. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match... and STILL OAOAST WOMEN'S CHAMPION... JJJJAAAAAADDEEEEEE... RRROOOOOOODDEEEEEZZZZZZ... DDUUUUUUUNNCCAAAAAAAAAAANN!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE With the pressure on and the odds against her, despite fear and trepidation, despite being physically out-matched, Jade Rodez-Duncan BEATS Malaysia and is STILL the Women's Champion! How can you possibly doubt this courageous young woman in the face of this!? Handed her title belt, Jade can barely hide her surprise but raises it over her head like the Champion she is. Malaysia is still hurting amongst the broken table and checked on by the referee as Jade just about pulls herself up the turnbuckle with genuine thanks for the support of the crowd. COLE The critics have been answered tonight at November Reign. This was no fluke! No Disqualifications, No Countouts, Jade still pulled it out. COACH Even I've gotta cop to this one. I didn't think she stood a chance in hell and maybe without Alix getting involved she wouldn't have done. But... *ungh*... like or not, she won, I guess. COLE Damn right she did! Jade climbs down from the turnbuckles and exits the ring carefully, to high-five some of the Anaheim fans. Limping up the aisle, she turns back to raise the Women's Title one more time, before limping off to get some attention for her injuries no doubt.

My two matches are going up. Ed's sent me nothing of the main-event, so I'm guessing he's done one of his PPV disappearing acts and you'll get the match some time next week. Prove me wrong Ed! (Seriously.) EDIT: Read it back and I sound like an ass. So, clarifying, I am kinda kidding. But seriously though, gimme something Ed.