King Cucaracha

I wouldn't be surprised if Christian won the WWE Championship in the future myself. The obvious scenario if that happened would be him alligning with Edge when he debuts and ultimately turning on him. In which case, if the fans reacted big to that he'd have enough momentum to get a title run. Size is still a big deal, but certainly not as much as it once was. If Kendrick can make a WWE Title main-event, someone like Christian could easily go to the next level. I wouldn't bet money on it though.

Not to mention a certain person who'd be on that timeline too much for the WWE's liking. (That person would be Chris Benoit.)

Yeah, the segment above is gonna be late, so be a dear and leave me a space after the opening promo please!

The crowd come to life as "Rock The Casbah" by Trust Company strikes up. Sweeping his purple and black robe through the entrance way comes Leon Rodez, looking a little pre-occupied with other thoughts still from what happened earlier. But Leon still slaps away at the hands of his fans on his way down the aisle, never one to disappoint his followers. BUFFER The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Grand Rapids, Michigan... weighing two hundred, eighteen pounds. "THE GRAND RAPIDS GOLDEN CHILD"... ladies and gentlemen, he is "SILKY SMOOTH"... LLLLLLEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOONN... RRRRRRRROOOOOOODDEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZ!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Leon enters the ring with a quick flourish of the robe, raising a finger in the air to salute the crowd. COLE The World Champion and the number one contender, together in tag team action, just three nights from their November Reign main-event, when we come back!! [b]*COMMERCIAL BREAK*[/b] As we return to HeldDOWN~!, we find ourselves in the middle of Nathaniel Black's entrance to the ring. Tha Puerto Rican has already entered (hey, he came out earlier, we don't need to televise it twice, especially if it means writing it twice) and Black now climbs the steps, eyeing both him and Leon as they stand with an icy air between them. COLE Nathaniel Black, not looking particularly thrilled about this match tonight. Both these teams are going to have more than a little trouble co-existing, PRL and Leon for obvious reasons, where-as Black and Sandman, aside from their stable allegiances, are about as polar opposite in wrestling philosophy as you can get. As Black enters the ring, the lights dim, then begin going crazy, as if a virus has infected them, randomly jerking around the arena, frantically changing colors and turning off and on. It’s as if a bad anime scene has come to life. Loud scratching fills the airwave, as if a DJ has lost their mind and is attempting to break their equipment. In-between the rips, legitimate music kicks on, of a Southern, heavy metal nature. "I ask you please just give us/ Five Minutes Alone." The lights continue to dart and flash as the music leaves and the scratching continues, only to come back again, now of a hip-hop nature. "White America/ I could be one of your kids." The rap fades out and the scratching continues, at an even greater pace, until music comes back, now of a hardcore variety. "Final Prayer/ Final prayer for the human race." The music leaves once again and the scratches reach their apex, before the sound cuts out and the arena goes pitch black. A single spotlight appears on the stage, the only light in the darkened arena. People look towards the light, but see nothing. Then People = Shit by Slipknot hits. [b]HERE WE GO AGAIN MOTHERFUCKER![/b] The crowd jeers as a figure punches through the curtains, hidden beneath two bandanas, one over his face and the other over his head. His hands are taped up, with a red "X" on the back of each of them. BUFFER And introducing Nathaniel Black's tag team partner. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds. He is a member of the Deadly Alliance... and the reigning OAOAST HEARTLAND CHAMPION... SSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAANNDDMMMMMAAAAAAAAANN... NNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNEEEEEEEEEE... TTHHHHHHHOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAANNDD!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Sandman slides into the ring and rips off the bandanas, a sick smile on his face as he raises his title belt overhead. COLE So, main-event time here and right now I'm joined by Jesse "The Body" Ventura to call this match. Jesse, what are your thoughts on this one? VENTURA I've gotta question the wisdom of the World Heavyweight Champion competing here tonight, just three days before a big title defence, with a torn bicep. Although, he might not have had much say in the matter. PRL poses on the turnbuckles, raising the OAOAST World Title to the crowd. He takes a glance back at Leon while doing this before he steps off the ropes. Champion and challenger stare at one another, the tension simmering, until they finally realise the situation they're in and settle into begrudgingly working as a team. *DINGDINGDING!* As the bell sounds, both teams try to sort out who'll start. Easier said than done. Eventually Sandman steps out on his side. Leon seems to want to start, but PRL insists on starting, telling Leon that "I don't need your sympathy". COLE And the World Champion is going to start this match, how about that. VENTURA As the saying goes, pride comes before a fall. Leon finally steps out of the ring and lets the World Champ get on with it. As the crowd get behind him, PRL and Black circle. Tha Puerto Rican adjusts the taping around his left bicep before they lock up, jostling for position. Feeling Black going for the left arm though, PRL quickly breaks away and backs off into a corner. A smirk forms on Black's face as PRL works loose the arm and tries to get his head together. VENTURA There ya go, that injury clearly playing on the mind of Tha Puerto Rican. And he's putting his big weakness out there for all to see, including the number one contender. I just gotta question the wisdom being used here by the World Champion. After getting himself set PRL comes back out of the corner and locks up with Black again. Straight away, Black isolates the left arm and wrings it to a grimace from PRL. PR quickly rolls forward and escapes the wringer though. A shove from PRL is returned by Black... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...before PRL lays in a knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" Black chops right back. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" But so does PRL. Black responds with a forearm shiver, then goes right back to the left arm. Grabbing hold, the Englishman tries to force in a top wristlock. PRL fights against it, slowly but surely losing the power battle, forcing him to improvise. He lands a knee strike before reaching out for the ropes, using them to backflip out of Black's grasp! Irish whip sends Black for the ride. Up and over goes PRL with a leapfrog, then a reverse leapfrog, before taking Black over with the armdrag. COLE Patented PRL right there. Rushing to his feet, Black rushes in with his forearm wielded and takes a swing. PRL ducks underneath though, carrying on off the ropes with his own, flying forearm! Tha Puerto Rican kips up to a cheer from the Baltimore crowd, then marches over to his corner and SLAPS Leon's chest! "OOOOOOOOOHHHH!!" VENTURA That's a tag I guess. COLE And Tha Puerto Rican with a very interesting look, as if to say "how was that?" Point proven, PRL steps out to the apron. Leon comes in to replace him and an awkward stare between the two allows Black time to regain his feet and catch the number one contender coming in, grabbing him in a 3/4 headlock and torquing the neck. Manouvering around, Leon tries to find a way out of the hold and manages to back up against a neutral set of the turnbuckles. Referee Robinson calls for a clean break and almost gets it, only for Black to surprise Rodez with a headbutt to the breadbasket. Black follows with a European uppercut. And a second. An irish whip then sends Leon corner to corner. As he nestles against the turnbuckles, Nathaniel charges in and swings his arm looking for another European with plenty of momentum, but EATS boot! COLE The number one contender, in there with the man he beat to earn that honour last month right now. And looking to impress again. As Black staggers out of the corner, Leon comes off the ropes. But Black shakes out the cobwebs and catches Leon on the rebound with a Lariat, the flesh on flesh contact echoing around the arena! "OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!" VENTURA Wham! What a shot that was! Leon sits up hurting, as Sandman calls for the tag. Black eventually gives in, bringing the Heartland Champion in on the attack with stomps. After working Leon over, Sandman drops a leg and makes a quick cover... 1... Kickout. Locking on a front facelock, Sandman pulls Rodez to his feet with some knees thrown in. Sandman then looks for a vertical suplex, but Leon floats over and lands safely on his feet. A quick right catches Sandman cold and allows Leon to hit the ropes again. This time he avoids a clothesline attempt, then goes through the legs of his opponent with a baseball slide. Sandman swings around looking for the clothesline again, but Leon counters with a Backslide... 1... 2... Sandman is out and lands with a forearm to stun Leon. Sandman stays on the attack, connecting with a series of right hands before backing up off the ropes. And a spinning wheel kick knocks the number one contender down. Cover again... 1... 2... No! VENTURA We talk about PRL and Leon, but Sandman's got a chance to make a statement tonight. We've already seen the dominance of The Deadly Alliance once tonight, just think what it'd mean for them to earn a victory over the champ or the possible future champ! COLE Things are certainly looking up for the DA, even if they couldn't recruit PRL earlier. VENTURA No big loss. They got Mr. Dick, didn't they? Pulling Leon into a boot, Sandman turns him around looking for a back suplex. But Leon manages to bring his knee around and catch Sandman in the forehead! A second knee connects, fighting Sandman off. Off the ropes, Leon goes up and over with a sunset flip... 1... 2... No! Quickly up Leon sidesteps a charge from Sandman and catches him coming back off the ropes, armdragging him to the canvas. Hanging onto the arm, Leon is then able to drag Sandman across the ring, to his corner where a slightly more friendly tag is made between champion and number one contender. The two even manage a little teamwork, as Rodez holds Sandman open for a kick to the ribs. COLE There's some cohesion at least from PRL and Leon, but you can just feel the tension simmering after what happened earlier tonight. VENTURA They'll get their chance to settle that Sunday. They've gotta make it through this match in one piece first though and I think deep down, they both realise that. PRL takes over with left hands on Sandman, before looking for an irish whip. It's reversed and the World Champion gets sent into his opponents' corner, where Nathaniel Black quickly takes a hold of him from behind. As Black tries to hang up the left arm, PRL nails him with a shot to the temple. PRL then dodges out of the way as Sandman comes charging... ...causing him to nail Black with an errant forearm!! VENTURA Uh-oh! Sandman looks apologetic at first, but Black storms into the ring and the two square up regardless with the crowd urging them to go at it! COLE We've got problems of a different kind right here! No love lost between these two either! Stood nose to nose, Black and Sandman start poking fingers... but before it can break down, PRL delivers a dropkick that clocks their heads together! Both Black and Sandman end up spilling out of the ring and to the floor. Out heads PRL too, to the apron before heading to the top rope. And as Black and Sandman pick themselves up, the World Champion comes soaring, NAILING THEM BOTH WITH A CROSSBODY BLOCK FROM THE TOP TO THE ARENA FLOOR!!!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE OH MY!! VENTURA HUGE risk taken by Tha Puerto Rican! "P - R!" "P - R!" "P - R!" "P - R!" As the three on the floor struggle to their feet, Leon steps into the ring. With the approval of the Baltimore crowd behind him he lines up, ready to take a risk of his own. Grabbing the top rope, he bides his time... BEFORE LAUNCHING OVER THE TOP WITH A PESCADO!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE And Leon going to join in the fun as well, wiping out everybody! Rodez climbs off the pile of bodies and rolls into the ring, firing up the crowd again. On the floor, PRL sits up, having found himself inadvertantly in the firing line, nursing his left arm having fallen awkwardly under the pile. With a glare in his eyes he rolls back into the ring as well and marches up behind Leon, spinning him around and SHOVING HIM IN THE CHEST!! VENTURA Here we go, I guess the truce couldn't last! COLE PRL accusing Leon of damaging his arm, which I've gotta think was accidental. VENTURA Doesn't matter, tempers are running high and all it needed was a little spark. Get ready for the fireworks now. Much like their opponents moments ago PRL and Leon square up nose to nose, despite referee Robinson's pleading for some calm. PRL is unrepentant and SHOVES Leon again, pointing a finger right in The Silky Smooth One's face, which he soon tires of and slaps away. Again the warring partners don't come to blows though, as Black and Sandman have rolled back into the ring and jump their opponents from behind! Black stomps away on PRL while Sandman does the same on Leon. VENTURA The referee's lost all control here. Utter chaos. And these people sure ain't complaining! Out of the ring rolls Leon, with Sandman on his tail. That leaves Black in the ring with PRL, pulling him up and delivering a European uppercut. And another one. Black looks for an irish whip, which PRL manages to reverse, only for Black to stop at arm's length and yank down on the arm! A shout of pain escapes Tha Puerto Rican's mouth, before the air rushes out the same way courtesy of a scything Lariat! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Fighting to his feet, Tha Puerto Rican finds himself backed into a corner but manages to kick out at Black as he stalks in. Another kick fends Black off. But a third gets caught, Black pulling PRL out of the turnbuckles by the ankle. He takes too long to attack though, earning him an Enziguri! COLE The fight and determination of the World Champion! Black staggers but doesn't go down, so Tha Puerto Rican grabs him by the head and runs him to the ropes. Up and over goes PRL, bringing the Englishman's neck down across the top ring rope with The Ricochet! PRL quickly rolls back into the ring and lines Black up, charging towards him. He leaps overhead and delivers the Lightning Shock, looking for the pinfall... 1... 2... No! Pulling Black up, PRL lands with a punch. A second. And a third. But Sandman re-enters the ring and clubs him from behind, breaking the combo. COLE Sandman from behind and you're right Jess, the referee struggling to get any kind of control here. I don't know who the legal men are supposed to be. And with these two teams, any hope of getting them to tag in and out like a team anymore is slim to none. Sandman whips PRL off the ropes and delivers a Big Boot to put him down. The Heartland Champion the exits the ring and starts to climb towards the top. He only reaches the bottom rope though, before Leon Rodez slides back into the ring and nails him with a dropkick, sending him crashing to the arena floor below! Leon then turns his attentions to Black, ducking a forearm attempt and catching him turning away from the turnbuckles with an Exploder Suplex! COLE Wow, burst of power from the number one contender! Popping back to his feet, Leon fires up before laying into Black with a jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! Rodez turns, blowing the kiss, before turning back on his heels... *SMACK!* ...just as Tha Puerto Rican delivers a spinning kick to the face to knock Black down! COLE Dodge THIS, BITCH~! Hands on hips, Leon questions exactly what PRL's doing and gets a stream of abuse back from PRL, who tells him that "nobody cares about your stupid ass combo". The arguement between number one contender and World Champion doesn't last long though, as Leon rises above it. Walking over to Black, he kicks his arm across the chest and starts to pull off his elbowpad! COLE Hang on, this looks kinda familiar. VENTURA No kidding, talk about a slap in the face. Leon does some funny hand signals... which is more than enough for PRL, walking over AND SLAPPING LEON!!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" VENTURA I stand corrected... THAT is a slap in the face! COLE And I don't know how much more even Leon can take of this! Just as it's fixing to explode between Leon and PRL, Sandman9000 rolls back into the ring and charges. A timely sidestep by Leon leaves PRL to get nailed with the YAKUZA KICK! Sandman quickly turns to Leon, dodging a right hand and elevating him onto his shoulders, looking for the PSYCHO DRIVE... NO! Rodez manages to escape down the back, pulling Sandman down with a sunset flip... 1... NO, Leon doesn't want the pin and instead gets to his feet trying to apply the Liontamer! COLE Leon looking for the Liontamer! Can he get it on? VENTURA Either way I don't think Sandman's the kind to say I quit. Despite his best efforts to block Sandman gets turned AND PUT INTO THE LIONTAMER!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COLE We might be about to find out, Jess. Rodez places the knee in the back pins Sandman down, just out of reach from the ropes. No submission from Sandman is coming yet though. He hangs on, long enough for his partner to come to the rescue, Black grabbing Leon and rocking him with a headbutt! Sandman rolls out of the ring, while Black pulls Leon back to his feet and sets him up, delivering the Half Nelson Backbreaker! COLE Ooh! That didn't look pretty. Lateral press by Black... 1... 2... NO! Jumping Black from behind, PRL clubs away with forearms, turning him around and delivering a forearm. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" Knifedge chop then rocks Black, setting up an irish whip. Tha Puerto Rican sets himself looking for a Spinebuster, only for Black to slam on the brakes and strike with a clubbing blow to the back to counter. Turning PRL around, Black looks for another Half Nelson Backbreaker. He gets the half nelson okay, but PRL manages to spin around in mid-air and wind up behind Black, catching him on the turn with a Double Arm DDT! Cover... 1... 2... No! The World Champion gets back up, waving Black to his feet. COLE PRL is set, coiled, could be looking for the Latin Slam, maybe even the Corporate Nightmare. As Black gets back up a boot sets up both those options, PRL deciding on the former. Which proves a mistake as Black is able to block and elbows his way free. Staggered, PRL turns to attack but takes a boot himself. Black pulls Tha Puerto Rican into a standing headscissors and crosses the arms under the chest... but PRL spins out! Black throws a boot again, which gets caught. To add insult he then gets flipped off by PRL to a cheer from the Baltimore crowd, PRL swinging his opponent around and boo... ...NO, Black uses the momentum AND DELIVERS THE BLACK LARIAT!!!!! "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE What a devestating Lariat! The World Champ got caught! VENTURA You're telling me, he didn't see that one coming at all. Black climbs back up and roars that "IT'S OVER!", starting to drag PRL off the canvas. As he does so, Sandman9000 rolls back into the ring. And he's not empty-handed, bringing in a steel chair... *CRACK!* "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" ...which he CRACKS Leon over the head with, in plain view of the referee! *DINGDINGDING!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE No choice for the referee, that's a blatant disqualification! And I don't think Sandman cares at all! Dumping the chair, Sandman ignores the referee's complaints and jumps out of the ring before casually collecting his title belt and walking off to the back. Black soon figures out what happened and looks shocked, marching over to the ropes and berating Sandman, convinced he had the World Champion in a bad way. But Sandman just shrugs him off and continues to leave. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has awarded this match as a result of a disqualification, to the team of LEON RODEZ... and the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion, THA PUERTO RRRIIIIIICCAAAAAANN!!! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" Steaming in the ring, Black gets on the referee's case who insists he had to call it. Black just shoves him aside though and decides to keep going anyway, as he grabs Leon Rodez and tosses him out of the ring. COLE Well the match is over... VENTURA Yeah. Try telling Black that though. The Englishman kicks the ropes in frustration, before turning his attentions to JAMES BLONDE who slides into the ring, backed up in much slower fashion by Faqu. Far from being out to play the voice of reason and calm Black down though, Blonde points to PRL before stomping away at the fallen World Heavyweight Champion! Black looks confused for about a second, before figuring 'what the hell' and joining in. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COLE Come on now, what is this!? VENTURA It's Cucaracha Internacional! And it looks like they're out here to make a statement after all. COLE For what reason!? Come on... first The Deadly Alliance, now this, what is the OAOAST coming to!? As Faqu finally enters the ring, Blonde and Black continue the beatdown on PRL. Together they start to pull PRL up, ready to feed him to their Samoan Wrecking Ball. But suddenly Leon Rodez appears... *CRACK!* "YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" ...DRILLING Faqu in the spine with a chairshot! Leon then sidesteps and sends Nathaniel Black flying up and over the top rope! COLE Look at this, the number one contender cleaning house! Over rushes James Blonde, right into a SUPERKICK!! The crowd go wild, as Tha Puerto Rican recovers enough to put Faqu up and over the top with a charging clothesline, almost going up and over with him from the momentum! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Leon stands guard, daring Black to get back in. The Englishman thinks better though and goes over to get control on Faqu. The number one contender waves them off and goes over to PRL, checking he's okay. PRL gets up from one knee with a grimace, as Leon turns his attentions back to Cucaracha Internacional... ...and takes his eye off the ball, PRL CATCHING HIM WITH A BOOT AND DRILLING HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH THE CORPORATE NIGHTMARE!!!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" COLE WHAT THE HELL!? The crowd jeer the World Champion as he climbs back to his feet, rubbing his injured left bicep. He glares down at Leon, who is knocked out cold, slowly beginning to sneer at his number one contender. COLE That's some gratitude for you! Leon saved Tha Puerto Rican from Cucaracha Internacional and he turns around and gives him the Corporate Nightmare! I can't believe that! VENTURA If you ask me, those are the actions of a worried man, Michael. COLE I don't know what to think about that, Jess. Tha Puerto Rican hasn't been above this kind of thing in the past, but... I just don't know. Taking his World Title belt from the referee, PRL continues to sneer down at Leon as he raises the championship over his head defiantly, a chorus of boos accompanying the gesture from the Baltimore crowd. COLE [i]Is[/i] the injured PRL feeling threatened!? Or was this just a calculated strike from the World Heavyweight Champion!? Tha Puerto Rican defends against Leon Rodez, this Sunday night at November Reign, don't you dare miss it!! From Jesse The Body, I'm Michael Cole, join us live from Anaheim, California on Pay Per View!! [b]-FADE OUT-[/b]

Yeah, but, this all fits in with Pearce's restructuring process, to make the heel/face divide more apparant. If somebody's a heel, they should act like a heel. Else, people aren't going to give him the right kind of reaction. If this heel is acting like a face in one town, unless it's his hometown, that goes against the "clear heels and faces" divide and just confuses anything. Showcasing your heel World Champion as a babyface in one town that's not his hometown strikes me as odd booking. So I don't really have a problem with that. If the Dayton fans are too 'smart' to buy into it, that's there problem. I'm sure they don't mind Dayton fans cheering Nigel, but the idea that he should act as a face despite being a heel everywhere else just because they like him is, to me and evidently to Pearce's booking, weak booking.

You know, it could be worse for MVP. Honestly. At least the jobbing thing is part of a storyline, which means he's getting TV time and character progression and stuff like that, even if he's not winning. He could just be jobbing with no mention made of it. Every cloud. I get the point of the angle, that he's supposed to have spent a bunch of money he doesn't now have. And having no pyro and no tunnel would make sense. But how would him being in debt mean he loses his theme music? Can he not scrape together the money to burn a CD with it on? Wreckless Intent must be in the bargain bins by now. I eagerly await the bad music though. Hopefully it's not just bad, but deliberately bad, like some public domain tune that sounds like it's being played on a really shitty keyboard synthesier or something. I also hope they rename the "VIP Lounge" the "P Lounge".

I don't know if that's really needed. You already get appearance points if you show up and cut a promo anyway, 1 point difference for talking doesn't really seem that neccessary. Plus you're opening yourself up for a ton of interpretation, especially with stuff like Kizarny's promo videos counting as mictime or not and what constitutes a promo. Best to keep it simple. Speaking of new rules, but not of every third month, are you scoring the Slammys at all? As in giving the award winners points?

Brought to you by American Express Taped: November 20th, 2008 First air date: November 23rd, 2008 (check local listings for airings in your area) Announce team: Tony Schiavone and Jesse "The Body" Ventura Lead correspondent: Tony Brannigan Syndicated returns with more syndicated wrestling. I don't know what more you want from me. That pretty much sums the entire show up in six easy words. Those TV listings people oughta be employing me after that concise summary. You wanna know why they don't? The rest of the rambling sentences that follow trying desperately to pad this thing before I get down to running down the matches. When I woke up this morning, it was really cold. I don't like Winter. ...okay, that oughta be about enough. Tonight, Spencer Reiger confronts his inner homosexual Mexican luchadore, by facing outer homosexual Mexican luchadore Mariachi of Los Diablos. Denzel Spencer confronts his inner black man... oh, wait, right... anyway, he wrestles CPA. Ken Pantera's here cause we're in Toronto and he's kinda like from there and stuff. And main-event tag team action sees Jumbo and Deuce Deuce Bigelow taking on Sandman9000... ...and hold on just one cotton picking minute, because we were taken backstage right away to the Heartland Champion, talking with Cucaracha Internacional's brains in chief Megan Skye. Their conversation went un-heard but their handshake told enough of a story. Tonight, Jumbo and Deuce against Sandman9000 and Todd Cortez! ***CPA w/Detective Bosley -VS- Denzel Spencer*** Syndicated started with the VICE squad out in force, with CPA in singles action. He took on Denzel Spencer, who quickly started by JAMAICAN the crowd CRAZY~! That crowd support was of little support though, as the intial lock-up saw CPA shove him away. CPA repeated the act twice, with Bosley crowing about "HOW FREAKIN' EASY!" this was for his "DAWG!". But Denzel wisely picked up the pace and started rocking CPA with flying forearm shots. Three of them had CPA rocking, before a high elevation dropkick sent him spilling to the floor. Denzel following with a big Crossbody from the top to the floor on both members of VICE, which succeeded in JAMAICAN the crowd even CRAZIER~! Back inside and Denzel scored a couple of quick two counts from roll-ups before CPA swatted him down, blocking a twisting crossbody attempt with a mid-air uppercut! The pace slowed dramatically as CPA started to pick Denzel apart with his heavy hands. A seemingly KO punch scored a 2 count and left Denzel reeling. CPA followed up with a Sidewalk Slam and a big Legdrop, neither enough to put the plucky opponent away, JAMAICAN CPA CRAZY~! in the process. CPA looked to roll a snake eyes, but instead rolled right into the turnbuckles as Denzel escaped. The fightback saw Denzel strike hard and fast with a variety of kicks, eventually finding space to head to the top. Bosley quickly leapt to his partner's aid and climbed to the apron to attack, only for Denzel to kick him away. The distraction allowed CPA to slam Denzel from the top though. Off the ropes, CPA looked to capitalise with the Gigaton Punch. However, Denzel JAMAIDE CPA CRAZY... no, wait, that doesn't work... anyway, he avoided with a leapfrog, then caught CPA with a sunset flip and stacked the bigman high on his shoulders to score the quick 3 count! Bosley dove in for retribution, but Denzel got out of dodge celebrating his big victory. Winner: Denzel Spencer, via pinfall OAOAST NOVEMBER REIGN 2008 November 30th; Anaheim, California LIVE on Pay-Per-View! Santa to Mrs. Claus: "Looks like Reign, dear" Backstage, Megan Skye finally broke the news to Todd Cortez of his main-event commitment tonight. Cortez seemed none too happy about being drafted in on such short notice, but remarked that "hey, it could be worse." Megan confronted him on what he meant by that, to which Cortez simply questioned why Sandman would ask for his services in the first place before walking off. Suddenly, Megan's deal didn't seem quite so shrewd! Oopsie! ***Spencer Reiger -VS- Mariachi*** Further proof if proof were needed that Spencer Reiger is a jerk was delivered, as he came to the ring wearing a "NO ON PROP 8" t-shirt. Forget for a moment the show was taped in Toronto. It's still a jerk move. The resident jerk and Mariachi were evenly matched in the early exchanges, the luchadore going armdrag for counter, Reiger eventually gaining an advantage with a sneaky pull of the tights hanging Mariachi across the middle rope. Spencer put the boots to Mariachi, capitalising on the cheaply gained advantage. From that point on Spencer was on top, but neglected to put Mariachi away, more concerned with insulting fans in the audience after every move than going for pin attempts. Only after hitting Blood Is The New Black (running knee strike on seated opponent) did he go for his first cover, getting just a 2. And that led to him turning his abuse to the referee for a while. Reiger still seemed in control and slammed Mariachi before heading to the top. Naturally, he took too long insulting one Canadian fan on his "stupid horseface" girlfriend though and wound up missing his Moonsault. Lucha retribution kicked in as Mariachi flung Spencer around with a variety of armdrags and headscissors, then almost putting Reiger away with a Springboard Seated Senton with a compromising pin. Sensing the end, Mariachi looked to put Spencer away with the Martinete (Cradle Tombston). However, Spencer was able to turn the tables and scoop Mariachi up, hanging him over the top rope. After a boot to the gut, Spencer then chalked one up on the Reiger Counter, putting Mariachi away with the Pedigree. Winner: Spencer Reiger, via pinfall The HeldDOWN~! recap is brought to you by people who think the term 'Cleveland Steamer' is funny. I'm not yet sure if I'm one of them. Sorry guys. Anyway, there were a couple of six-man tag matches, some promos, some more promos... shit, I ain't gonna go through it all, read it yourselves! This ain't a library. Actually, I guess it kinda is. But this ain't a read to the kids session, ya gotta read the books yo damn self! ***Ken Pantera -VS- Jackson Parker*** The Canadian powerhouse got a great reaction back in Toronto, even if he didn't seem to care. Pantera was all business and wasted little time with Jackson Parker. Pantera laid Parker out with a big clothesline as soon as the match started. Then, he exhibited his power, with a few throws and a press slam with multiple reps, just cause he could. A release vertical suplex left Parker writhing and ready to be put away. And put away emphatically, tapping to the Full Nelson. For no reason at all, Vinny Valentine came to the ring and disco danced in celebration as Pantera's hand was raised, slightly dampening the home town's spirits. Winner: Ken Pantera, via submission NEXT WEEK ON HELDDOWN~! Happy Thanksgiving!! Even if I don't celebrate it!! The traditional, annual, wacky Thanksgiving Tag Team Survivor Series Match! Deadly Games Bohemoth vs. Todd Cortez vs. Ned Blanchard Plus other stuff(?)! ***Jumbo and Deuce Deuce Bigelow -VS- Sandman9000 and Todd Cortez*** The main event saw Sandman and Cortez's interesting alliance come together, bringing together The Deadly Alliance and Cucaracha Internacional. Sort of. I mean, it's all kinda complicated. The black sheep of CI started the match for his team and fared much better than expected against Deuce. The bigman's offence was cut off at every pass with kicks from Cortez who used his speed and agility to his advantage. Sandman looked suitably impressed at this. The unlikely partners exchanged amicably and Sandman took over on Deuce. A rolling heel kick would eventually allow Deuce to bring in Jumbo, but Sandman managed to get the advantage back after a missed avalanche. Sandman and Cortez then combined with a high knee/legsweep combo to take down Jumbo and score a 2 count. More kick-based offence saw Cortez pick Jumbo apart and take away his size advantage, allowing Sandman to come back in and wear the bigman down. The surprising cohesion continued between Sandman and Cortez as they made quick tags while isolating Jumbo. A big Superkick from Cortez earned another nearfall. Inevitably though, Jumbo was able to rally and caught Cortez looking for a twisting crossbody off the middle rope, squashing him with a Falling Powerslam! The tag brought in Deuce and the flaming gigolo turned the ring into a HOUSE OF FIRE! Deuce nailed both Cortez and Sandman with clotheslines and heel kicks, before coming off the middle turnbuckles with a Diving Headbutt to earn 2 on Cortez. The Heartland Champion was late on the save but attacked Deuce anyway, but was soon overwhelmed and crushed with an Avalanche. Woe was piled on, literally, as Jumbo then came back in and Avalanched his partner back into Sandman with some 750ish pounds of force behind them! Deuce was sent out of the ring seconds later by Cortez though. A brawl erupted between Jumbo and Cortez, eventually leading to Jumbo getting the set up for the XL Splash, only for Cortez to roll out of the way. Cortez quickly pounced, against literally, nailing Jumbo with the HOLLOW POINT~! However, Jumbo didn't go down, weeble-wobbling on his feet until Sandman followed up with a Yakuza Kick to finally knock him down!! Only a 2 count return though. Cortez meanwhile wiped out Deuce with a Suicide Dive. Leaving the ring too, Sandman grabbed a steel chair and slid back in ready to strike on Jumbo. Which would have lead to an automatic DQ, if Cortez weren't held back from re-entering the ring by the referee. Cortez certainly saw Sandman NAILING Jumbo with a brutal chairshot and didn't seem to approve at first. But, for some reason, Cortez was happy enough to drop off the apron at the sight of the cover and allow the referee to count the 3 to give his makeshift team the victory. Winners: Sandman9000 and Todd Cortez, via pinfall After the bell Cortez immediately started to leave, not celebrating his victory. As he looked back to the ring, Sandman could be seen applauding and giving his partner the thumbs up. And Cortez's response was very neutral as he continued to leave, while Sandman stood tall at the show's close.

As we return to HeldDOWN~!, we find ourselves in the dark recesses of the arena. Darkness shrouds the majority of the scene, with only a chink of light coming from the main backstage area. Strange sounds can be heard, before slowly a figure emerges from the shadows. The imposing frame of Malaysia Nerdly stands with only half of her face in the light, enough to pick out a sick smile. MALAYSIA Three days... just three more days. Three days until I reclaim my belt. And three days until me and Jade are reunited. Oh, I can hardly contain my EXCITEMENT, Jade. Malaysia chuckles menacingly. MALAYSIA You and me... in a California Street Fight. California may be your home, but this will be MY playground! No disqualifications... no stoppages... anything goes. Which means... I can bring my TOYS... just so we can have even more fun together, Jade. Running a hand through her hair, Malaysia looks off into the darkness for a second. 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.

Needs to go before the 3-Way and the SS Match, and after my opening +1 segment. You'll figure it out. Into the Cucaracha Internacional locker room we go, to see James Blonde gearing up for Thankgiving Survivor Series action checking his trendsetting attire in a mirror. Blonde picks his newly regained Six Man Tag Team title belt up off a side table and models it in the mirror. In stark contrast, Faqu sits chewing his inquisitively. The relative calm is interrupted when in walk Nathaniel Black and Landon Maddix, in strong discussion. MADDIX ...it could be worse. Anyway, I don't even get why you're complaining. On and on you're bugging me for a high-profile match. I get you one and still you're not happy! Are you English all this damn grumpy? Out of the back of the room appears Megan Skye, with Todd Cortez seen lurking in the background getting ready for his match in his private, lowly corner of the room. MEGAN Problem? MADDIX No problem. Unless you consider me getting our friend here a spot in the main-event, against the World Heavyweight Champion [i]and[/i] the number one contender a 'problem'. BLACK E's only got me teamin' with some garbage wrestler from Alfdogg's mob. BLONDE Sandman!? Landon glances over to Blonde, who has stopped modelling himself. MADDIX Sandman9000, yes. Am I the only one who doesn't see what the problem is? He tagged with Cortez last week and there weren't any problems anyone told me about. MEGAN Yeah, about that... MADDIX In a second Megs. Look, the point is, the match is signed and sealed Nat, so you might as well just come to terms with it and get focused. Incase you've forgotten, you're still on probation, so how about looking at it as a chance to start redeeming yourself by knocking PRL's ugly head off of his shoulders? BLACK Incase you forgot, we won last week. MADDIX [i]You[/i] didn't [i]win[/i] anything. BLACK We're the Champs again, ain't we? MADDIX Yeah, thanks to me. Face it, you three didn't prove anything last week, except how much you're still relying on me to help you scrape out of trouble! By rights at least one of those belts should be mine. Blonde quickly appears offering his belt, but gets palmed away by Landon. MADDIX [i]By rights[/i]. BLACK Fine. You know what, I'll kick PRL's arse tonight and I'll kick Rodez's arse tonight. And if that poor excuse for a wrestler you've got be paired up with so much as looks at me, I'll ram those ridiculous bloody bandages down his throat until he chokes to death on 'em! MADDIX Charming. As Black stomps off, Megan pulls Landon aside a couple of steps, which presumably means they're suddenly out of earshot. That's how it works in the movies! MEGAN About Todd, you realise what's going on tonight, right? This triple threat match? MADDIX Bohemoth and Blanchard, yeah. What of it? MEGAN Well, The Deadly Alliance are trying to tap him up. MADDIX HA! More fool them! Landon goes to walk away, but Megan drags him back. MEGAN Landon, they're offering him a spot in the Deadly Alliance. Don't you get what this means? MADDIX I don't have to have him moping around anymore? MEGAN It means he might be able to get out of this contract we've got him under. Which then means he's out of our control. He can do what he wants, when he wants. To who he wants. Like you? As Landon takes a sudden gulp, Cortez walks past on his way to the ring. MADDIX Hey, Todd, good luck man! Landon gives Todd an enthusiastic thumbs up, which is promptly NO SOLD~! As Cortez leaves the locker room, Landon turns back to Megan and grits his teeth, clearly not liking the prospect of what he's hearing.

No, you said, "It's nauseating how much of a suck-up he is to the fans. I know that he really feels that way and that his passion for the business is real, but using that to get more popular is unbelievable annoying" It's the second line that's the stupid. Basically, you're saying you're nauseated by his genuine feelings. And that the fact those feelings might be reciprocated if he expressed them is unbelievably annoying. So, basically, even though Cena genuinely likes the fans and they might respect that, you believe he should not play to the fans because it might make him popular. You realise him 'sucking-up to the fans' on Raw is just him being himself, with the volume turned up (which I think is a Cornette saying.), which is the basis of all great wrestling characters, no?

Agreed. Everybody whining about Cena's promo sucking needs to wake up and get a freaking clue. Jericho's been insulting the fans for months. Cena's been portrayed as the 'everyman' character. It's natural booking. Above all it's successful booking. Enough with the "he's a Hogan wannabee" BS. Hogan and Austin were the top two drawing babyfaces of the modern era. Hogan was booked as a man of the people and so was Austin. Why the hell would they NOT do that promo and go that direction with Cena!? Cena got at least a 95% postive reaction this week, which is a good thing and he cut a really strong promo without resorting to any goofy catchphrases. People were chanting Cena's name during the first segment, before the opening tag match and at least one other point during the night which I forget but was way before he was supposed to come out. Stop deluding yourself people. Not to name names, but... ...SO much stupid I can't even begin to describe it. On a lighter note, Regal's double-take after Lawler's "piece of crumpet" line was one of the greatest things ever. He's now officially 'back'.

How so? The Originals/Frontline needed more names, besides Joe/AJ and a bunch of midcard comedy acts nobody takes seriously. They've added Rhino and Team 3D, who at least in theory will look much more of a threat towards The MEM. Sure their better days are behind them, but how does recruiting The Dudley Boyz make the Frontline "more horribly lame" than having people like Eric Young, Consequences Creed and Black Machismo being expected to save TNA from the threat of the MEM?

Edge/Hardy doesn't qualify as a potential direction? It might, but he was talking about a specific backstage deal, and he referenced the time a few years ago where Goldberg and Lesnar crossed paths at Survivor Series as a foreshadowing of their Wrestlemania encounter. Also Angle/Michaels, who didn't really cross paths but Angle just said something along the lines of "I'd beat him in 5 minutes" to Edge. Clearly the build to Carlito/Primo vs. The Bella Twins has begun.

I see. I still don't fully buy that HHH, if he really were the insecure dictator who refuses to look bad even in video game form that everybody complains he is, would go out into the ring thinking "okay, I've got to make this match stink the joint up, make myself and my opponent look bad and get boring chants". But I kinda get where people are coming from now.

Another clichéd internet response! Hooray! So, having not seen the show, anyone care to explain how HHH/Koslov was "booked to bad", because I really don't get it.

How dare they do this on the 15 year, 10 month(ish) anniversary of Andre The Giant's passing? DO THEY HAVE NO SOULS!?

I have it for PS2. I love it. The only real special match I've played on 09 has been the Inferno match just to try it out. Otherwise Ive just been playing through Career/RtWM at the moment. The lack of Downloadable content is gonna suck, but its still worth it. Edit: Actually, HiTC is really fun this time around. Being able to toss people off the cell through the announce table is awesome. I've got it on PS2 as well and I'm impressed with the improvements on last year. A lot of them minor things, but after the past few years' lack of progression, it's all good. The only big complaint I've got so far is that Rumble matches are still utterly pointless. Would it be so hard to make it more testing to eliminate people, instead of people going out after just one grapple? As it is, the match is just too quick and too pointless to be enjoyable. As far as downloadable content, would it not be possible in theory for someone with a PS3 to save their game and put it up for download on a Max Drive or something similar, having saved their downloaded characters as a part of it, thus making it possible to have them on PS2? I'm not 'up' on how any of that really works.

I need opening segment +1, in that case. And main-event, unless Alf's already called it (LOL at the prospect of anyone else writing a match they need as main-event... or at all)

He should be on notice for speaking in nothing but smark clichés. He's not the only one either. We get it, Cena's finisher isn't something mind-blowing and he's being pushed over everybody and HHH has a big nose and every show sucks. Welcome to three years ago.

I watched the Cage Match for the first time earlier this month and it far exceeded my expectations. Mainly due to Savage. Made me realise just how good he was in his prime, he really carried the workload of the match. The backdrop into the steel bars was pretty sick for the time. Zeus is a guilty pleasure for me, just because he was so limited. The neckvice of doom always works. Him calling Ed Leslie "Beefcake Barber" that one time, always works. Monsoon making fun of his ring gear at Survivor Series, always works. I liked him in Spy Hard just because the first time I saw him, I totally wasn't expecting it.

Leave me a space for the above, please. And for a promo.

Up next, a match. HAHAHA, just kiddin. Nah, instead we're backstage, where Melody Nerdly sits at the make-up table, more concerned with trying to amass a big score on Luminees on her PSP than being made-up. Deep in concentration, she barely notices Jade Rodez-Duncan scampering over to the table, carrying a wrapped box with a pretty pink bow on it. And only the potentially Wii game case size of the box tempts Melody into pausing her game. MELODY Whatcha got there? JADE This? I don't know, it was waiting outside Mom's door. And it's way too small to be for her. Unless it's a royalty cheque I suppose, but those'd probably come in an envelope, I'd imagine. MELODY Oh. Who do you suppose it's from, wink wink. I say 'wink wink', instead of actually winking, incase you start to worry that I'm have one of those epilectic fits the Nintendo games always warned me I'd get if I played them too much. Absolute scaremongering. 15 years and more and I've only had three such fits, that's hardly enough to be worth mention. So, ain't ya gonna open it!? JADE I dunno. You think I should? MELODY Well, it's probably not going to open itself. Unless it's a puppy. Melody grabs the present and shakes it [b]violently[/b], before setting it down and waiting. MELODY If it's a puppy, it's a quiet one. JADE Don't be silly. Look, maybe it's not for me after all. There wasn't a note or anything. Maybe we should just put it back... or, we could open it carefully, I suppose, just so long as we mak... oh god... Jade quickly grabs a magazine off the table and hides behind it. Confused, Melody wonders what's going on but stops short of pulling the magazine away to ask, as she sees BOHEMOTH coming their way down the corridor. BOHEMOTH Hey Melody. MELODY Hey Bo, what's up? BOHEMOTH Not much. Bohemoth stops and looks at the shaking magazine for a while and grins. BOHEMOTH Hey Jade. Sheepishly, Jade appears from behind the magazine, once again proving her mother's acting talent didn't pass down in the genes as she does her best to look surprised to see Bo. JADE Oh uh, hey, hi! MELODY So, Bo, you know Thanksgiving is coming up, no? Have you perhaps decided to GIVE anything, that you'd like THANKS for? Did you UNDERSTAND what I'm SAYING with my extremely noticeable and not at all subtle EMPHASIS on certain WORDS? BOHEMOTH Melody, not for the first time, I'm afraid I've got no idea what you're talking about. I'll see you girls around. Bo walks off, allowing Jade to slowly ward off hyperventilating. As she starts to get her breath back, 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. MELODY Well, either Bo's a lousy shopper... or this is a message. JADE Put it away. Put it away! MELODY It's okay, calm down. It's gone. The dead squirrel is casually flicked into a nearby trash can before Melody tries to comfort the shaking Women's Champion.

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BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall and is for the OAOAST World Six Man Tag Team Championships!! "The Church Of Hot Addiction" by Cobra Starship hits and out march the former champions. Leading the way is Nathaniel Black, a face like thunder (although thunder is actually not visible, so therefore that is an inaccurate simile passed down through generations) as he stomps to the ring. Behind him, James Blonde fires up Faqu from underneath the hood of his trendsetting jacket. BUFFER Introducing first, the challengers. Total combined weight, seven hundred and fourty seven pounds. Together, they represent Cucaracha Internacional! The team of "THE TRENDSETTER" JAMES BLONDE... "THE SAMOAN WRECKING BALL" FFFFFAAAAAAAAQQQQQUUUUUUUU... and NATHANIEL BLACK... they are INTERNATIONALLY KKNNOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWNN!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Black paces around the ring, while Blonde and Faqu join him inside. COLE Blonde and Faqu have, save for the span of roughly one week, held the 6-Man Tag Team Titles since February. That one week saw they and Todd Cortez relinquish the titles, then team with Nathaniel Black to win them right back at AngleMania. Now, tonight, they look to get the titles back in quick fashion once again and placate their leader Landon Maddix in the process. As the Internacional trio wait for their opponents, we go to the aisle and see LANDON MADDIX making his way to the ring in a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The crowd slowly catch on and boo The Next Generation's arrival, while James Blonde starts to lead the applause for his leader. Unfortunately he leads a band of one and gets no appreciation from Landon as he makes his way around the ring. Pulling up a chair, Landon and Megan take a seat at ringside, Landon with arms folded. COLE Well speak of the devil, Landon Maddix joining us at ringside. COACH I dunno if I like this. I mean, the pressure's on now. .:CUE: "Like The Angel", Rise Against:. As the energetic song hits the energy in the arena goes up as well, as out rush the brothers Nerdly. MARV and MEL whip the crowd into a frenzy as Melody Nerdly makes her way out. The twins then land a jumping high-five and Melody strikes a Chun Li Street Fighter-esque fighting stance as two pyrotechnic rockets, one blue and one orange, launch into the sky! BUFFER Introducing the opponents. The reigning OAOAST World 6-Man Tag Team Champions! First, from Edmonton, Alberta Canada and being accompanied to the ring by MELODY NERDLY! Total combined weight, three hundred and seventy pounds... MARV... MEL... THE CHHRRRRIIIIIIIISSSSSSSTT AAAIIIIIIRRRRRR... EEEEEXXXXXXXXPPRRRRREEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" MARV and MEL hand-slap their way to the ring, neglecting to step inside until their partner arrives. COLE MARV and MEL picked up a big win over Landon Maddix and James Blonde last week, albeit by countout. All the momentum rides with the champions in this match The crowd rise again, as "Witness (1 Hope)" by Roots Manuva plays Jamie O'Hara to the ring. Wearing his third of the title belts around his neck as if it were some serious bling, O'Hara psyches his laid back partners up and then mouths off to Black from the floor. BUFFER And their partner! From Birmingham, England... he weighs one hundred, seventy six pounds... "THE BIRMINGHAM BAD BOY"... JJJAAAAAAAAMMMMIIIIIIEEEEEEE... OOOOOOO'HHAAAAAAAARRRRRRRAAAAAAA!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Two time Six Man Champion, having held the belt previously with The Global Party Exchange. God speed, wherever you are! With Black just itching to get at his long-time adversary and Faqu just itching to get at... uh, anyone... referee Mike Chioda has trouble keeping everybody back to let the Champions into the ring. In this time, we see Landon and Megan looking on from ringside. COLE Landon not looking in a particularly confident mood tonight. He's seen his team lose almost as much in recent months as the Detroit Lions. COACH Let's not get ahead of ourselves. After a team conference, Blonde is insistant to start. But he's outranked by Nathaniel Black and when Blonde turns to Landon looking for an over-ruling, he gets nothing, so he sadly steps to the apron. Seeing Black in the ring, O'Hara starts for the Champions. And it takes about a milisecond to boil over into a complete brawl between them!! COLE Uh-oh, here we go! *DINGDINGDING!* O'Hara and Black slug it out in the centre of the ring with the crowd behind each and every shot. Eventually the two Brits break away from each other for a second and stare each other down catching their collective breath, before engaging in battle again! Black strikes with forearms, O'Hara with closed fists, with Black seeming to gain an advantage as he lands a European uppercut. Staggering backwards, Jamie lets the ropes push him back and lands a running forearm. But Black grabs him again and nails a second European uppercut. He follows up with a hard forearm, able to get more backswing on this one, leaving Jamie dazed as he hits the ropes. But O'Hara recovers and lands a flipping dropkick on the rebounding Black. "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" As O'Hara takes his feet, Faqu storms into the ring looking to wipe him out. O'Hara manages to evade though and The Christ Air Express leap in to help ward the big Samoan off. They take the fight to Faqu, while O'Hara knocks Blonde off the apron. O'Hara then throws Black outside before waving to his partners. They play a little cat and mouse with Faqu, enfuriating him to the point that he charges, then sidestepping and letting Faqu fall prey to the lowbridge by The Birmingham Bad Boy! COACH I wonder what videogame they pulled that from. COLE Teasing the big, clumsy boss into charging and then dodging out of the way? Doesn't sound like any videogame I've ever played. But sarcasm aside, it didn't take long for this one to break down and look out here, somebody alert air traffic control! As the challengers regroup on the outside, MARV and MEL run the ropes and DIVE INTO THE PACK WITH STEREO SOMERSAULT PLANCHAS!! COLE A little bit of Christ Air in Canada! MARV and MEL quickly help set up the human bowling pins that are Cucaracha Internacional, ready as O'Hara sets himself. With The CAE keeping everyone in check, he runs the ring, then brings the crowd to their feet AS HE WIPES EVERYONE OUT WITH A SPACE FLYING TIGER DROP!!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Two words... OH MY! "JA - MIE!" "JA - MIE!" "JA - MIE!" "JA - MIE!" O'Hara tags a couple of front row hands, as we see Landon Maddix looking severely vexed from his ringside seat. Back inside go O'Hara and Black, O'Hara stomping his opponent a couple of times before pulling him back up. Two forearms stun Black, O'Hara then coming off the ropes to deliver a spinning wheel kick. The high-flying Brit follows that up with a STANDING CORKSCREW SENTON, before looking for the pin... 1... 2... No! Quick tag is made to MEL, who snapmares Black flat onto his back and delivers a double knee drop, bringing his 185 pounds down across the ribs! Cover... 1... 2... No! COLE The fast-paced Champions riding high on, amongst other things, a wave of momentum here tonight in Toronto. And Cucaracha Internacional simply can't keep up! COACH Well this flipping and flying is all well and good, until one of them misses. Which they will, eventually. COLE Hasn't happened so far. MEL starts to pick Black up looking to tag his brother, but Black has other ideas with a headbutt to the midsection. A knee then further softens MEL up as Black makes the tag, bringing in James Blonde. The Vancouver native gets a minimal cheer, replaced by a much bigger cheer for Edmonton's MEL and an armdrag takeover. MEL hangs on and makes the tag to MARV, who comes in off the top with an axehandle across the arm. COLE Quick moves, quick tags, this six man tag team combination is a real blink and you'll miss 'em affair. COACH You could say the same about their title reign after tonight. Irish whip by MARV sends Blonde into a neutral corner where he suffers a running back elbow. Taking a second to play to the crowd, MARV then goes to rush out... but two handfuls of hair drag him cruelly to the canvas! Blonde grins over at Landon as he scales to the middle rope, kissing his fist and making it clear his Marty Jannetty Fistdrop is actually dedicated to La Cucaracha. So it's a shame it hits only ring mat! COLE Do you think James Blonde was ever hugged as a child? As Blonde checks none of his fingers are broken, MARV surprises him by taking him over with a headscissors! MARV then collects Blonde, wringing the arm and tagging MEL back in. Grabbing the top rope, MEL launches himself in as MARV boots Blonde, doubling him up for the sunset flip... 1... 2... No! Another arm wring and another tag, bringing MARV straight back in. The CAE send Blonde off with a double whip and set themselves, looking for a double hiptoss... but Blonde lands on his feet and surprises them with two back elbows! COACH Nice! Blonde brushes himself off, very satisfied with himself. He then hits the ropes looking for a double clothesline, but MARV and MEL catch his arms and drag him back across their knees with a double backbreaker! Off the ropes in front, they then land stereo basement dropkicks to the face of the seated Trendsetter! MARV and MEL pop back up, delivering dropkicks to Black and Faqu on the apron for good measure, while O'Hara compounds JB's misery with a RUNNING SHOOTING STAR PRESS~!!!, causing Landon's face to sink even further on the outside. "YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" Referee finally gets control, in time to count MARV's pin attempt... 1... 2... Kickout! MARV quickly applies an armbar again to control Blonde. COLE The Champions are rolling here. And next Sunday night they'll be joining up with Baron Windels to take on Cucaracha Internacional again in traditional Survivor Series action. These comments from Baron, earlier tonight! [QUOTE][COLOR=orange][i]OAOAST[/i][/COLOR] A small square box SWOOPS~ in and settles on the upper right hand side of the picture. From earlier in the day, we see Baron and a smiling Melody standing at the HeldDOWN interview set with Josh Matthews. MATTHEWS Baron, last week you came to the aid of the World 6-Man Champions and now, you'll team up with them at November Reign. Your thoughts? BARON See, everybody wants to run with a pack in the OAOAST recently Josh. It's like gang warfare round here. Well, I'm the Lone Star Gunslinger. I don't run with no gangs. But ya know, I'm always happy to help a damsel in distress, 'specially if it's Miss Melody here. Don't matter if it's Cucaracha Internacional, Enterprise, Deadly Alliance, whatever, I'm the sheriff that's gonna run these gangs outta town. MELODY YIPEE-KAY-YAY!! [COLOR=orange][i]HELDDOWN~![/COLOR][/i][/QUOTE] Back to live action and Blonde has found his way out of the armbar during that interlude and has gotten the tag to Black, who comes in clubbing on the back of MARV. In a rotten mood, Black knocks MARV off his feet with a European uppercut, before taking a swipe at O'Hara from the apron which draws him into the ring. It's not a distraction tactic, Black really does want a piece of O'Hara. But it works as one thanks to Blonde, re-entering the ring and throwing MARV into the corner, where Faqu wraps an arm around his throat! COACH Where's Baron when ya need him? Haha! COLE Referee struggling to keep control here, which is going to play right into Cucaracha Internacional's hands, as we see right here! Blonde just gets Faqu to release the choke before the referee can spot him, then orchestrates a tag to bring him into the ring. And Faqu goes right back to work with a more blatant choke in the corner. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FI..." Just breaking in time, Faqu starts screaming at the referee in Samoan, allowing Blonde to get in a couple of sneaky shots from the apron. Suddenly Landon looks a little more confident, as Faqu delivers a headbutt and looks for a cover... 1... 2... No! MARV picks himself up in a corner and tries to fend Faqu off, landing some kicks to the breadbasket before diving for the tag. The Samoan is alert enough to grab an ankle though and drags MARV back, dropping him with a hard clothesline. Encouraged by JB, Faqu then drops the boom with a big diving headbutt, hooking MARV up again... 1... 2... O'Hara breaks it up. COACH I don't see the champions getting too 'high' anymore, do you Michael? It was only a matter of time. Face it, O'Hara and the Nerdlys, one trick-ponies. Cucaracha Internacional have got it all and they know how to put it together as a team, that's why they held them titles for over seven months. Tag is made, Faqu bringing Blonde back in per request. Grabbing his partner by the hair, Blonde delivers a DOUBLE NOGGIN KNOCKER~!, slamming Faqu and MARV's heads together safe in the knowledge that his partner wouldn't feel a thing. Instead Faqu just beats his chest, while Blonde covers... 1... 2... NO! "LET'S GO MARV!" "LET'S GO MARV!" "LET'S GO MARV!" "LET'S GO MARV!" Melody gets the crowd going, keeping half an eye on Megan and Landon sitting just a few feet away. Blonde gives his fellow Canadians the "up yours" for not supporting him, before scooping and slamming MARV. Off the ropes, he delivers a double stomp... and bottoms straight out with a back senton, right out of Landon Maddix's playbook. And Landon is able to smile for the first time tonight as Blonde kicks back and applauds his leader for just being him. 1... 2... MARV SURPRISES BLONDE WITH A CRUCIFIX... 1... 2... NO!! COLE Oh, so nearly utter embarrassment! A shocked Blonde quickly cuts MARV back down with an elbow, before taking a moment to re-catch his breath. Unfortunately, he doesn't expect MARV to surprise him again, kipping up right into a headscissors to take Blonde over! Blonde scrambles back up and lunges for MARV, but a RICKY MORTON ROLL~! allows him to get the tag to MEL!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" MEL comes in a house of fire, nailing Blonde with a flurry of punches before hitting the ropes. Underneath a clothesline goes MEL, then ducking a back elbow, before delivering a spinning heel kick! COLE The pace has quickened again! Staggering to his feet, Blonde falls into a neutral corner and MEL delivers a flying clothesline against the buckles, landing on the middle rope. As Blonde staggers back out MEL pulls himself out to the apron, then to the top, before soaring with a Flying Crossbody... 1... 2... NO! Jumping to his feet, MEL delivers some more right hands, then looks to scoop Blonde up. The Trendsetter floats up and over the back though, then RAKES the eyes from behind, buying himself time to get the tag. Once MEL shakes off the effects to the eyes, he turns around... *SMACK!* ...and Faqu DROPS him with a Thrust Kick!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE That could do it, we could have new Champions right here. With his partner screaming at him and Landon on the edge of his seat, Faqu makes the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Landon eases back into his seat cursing under his breath, while Faqu again uses a blatantly choke as far as the count will go. COACH It's okay Landon, your guys have got the winning formula going again. COLE Well MEL was looking good until Blonde's eyerake and just like with MARV, Blonde's timely tag to a heavy hitter changed the face of the match. That the formula I guess? COACH I'd have made it sound a lot less like JB was a pussy. Picking MEL back up, Faqu delivers a headbutt sending him into a neutral corner. The ropes hold MEL up as Faqu stalks towards him, striking him with a thrust to the throat. Faqu then whips MEL across the ring. The crowd urge MEL to move and so do his partners as Faqu loads up, beating his chest, before charging with an Avalanche! Meanwhile, Black enters the ring and suckers in MARV and O'Hara. The ref holds them back, allowing Blonde to run in with a clothesline, before hitting the follow-up bulldog! COACH There's some teamwork for ya. The doobie brothers here aren't the only ones who can string a couple of moves together. As Blonde sneaks out of the ring he encourages Faqu to cover again... 1... 2... NO! On the outside, Landon shifts in his seat, beginning to get a little anxious maybe. Faqu sends MEL off the ropes and delivers a hard chop to knock him down. Off the ropes, Faqu then drops a Big Spla... NO! MEL moves and Faqu hits nothing but canvas. With Faqu winded, that allows MEL to RICKY MORTON ROLL~! and get the tag to O'Hara! "YYYYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" O'Hara leaps straight to the top rope and lands a springboard missile dropkick to Faqu! In comes Black, but O'Hara is able to sidesteps his charge and see him out to the floor. COLE The momentum has swung again and Landon's many ups and downs just feet away from us continue. With a flurry of quick kicks, O'Hara takes the fight to Faqu in the corner before looking for an irish whip. Faqu stands steady and refuses to budge though. After a kick of his own he swings O'Hara into the corner instead, landing a headbutt while James Blonde comes in. Together Blonde and Faqu whip O'Hara corner to corner. Blonde follows in with a forearm shot and trips O'Hara's feet out, before looking to cut off MARV. But MARV nails a right hand, before he and MEL catch Blonde hanging onto the top rope, using a quick jerk of the cable to sling him over the top and out onto Black at ringside! COLE Beautiful somersault plancha by James Blonde, just a pity he didn't mean it! As Blonde and Black lay in a heap, Faqu charges across the ring anyway with a cry for SAMOA~!~!... ...but O'Hara moves and Faqu drives his ample rear into the turnbuckles!! COLE Nobody home! The mistakes just keep on coming. COACH Come on guys, you gotta get it together already. Or else. Landon shares those sentiments as he watches on, seeing Faqu fall to a seated position in the corner. Entering the ring, MARV and MEL quickly wrap their arms around O'Hara. The trio then run their makeshift chorus line across the ring, lunging in unison with a TRIPLE BASEMENT DROPKICK IN THE CORNER!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COLE Six boots to the chest! I don't care how big you are, that'll knock the wind out of you! Together the Champions drag Faqu away from the ropes, O'Hara making the pin while MARV and MEL make themselves scarse... 1... 2... NO!! O'Hara quickly calls his tag team partners back in and signals for the end, as the referee tries in vain to get only one legal man in. Locking hands, MARV and MEL provide a leg up for O'Hara. But he wants two and carefully balances himself on The CAE's arms. On the count of three, The CAE then LAUNCH O'Hara up, sending him spinning into the air... ...AND CRASHING DOWN ACROSS FAQU WITH AN ASSISTED 630 SPLASH!!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE INCREDIBLE!! COACH Welcome to the bad books. Landon hangs his head, as MARV and MEL count along with O'Hara's cover... 1... 2... 3- NO, BLONDE MAKES THE LAST-DITCH SAVE!!! O'Hara jumps Blonde, while Faqu rolls away. MARV and MEL make sure he reaches the floor with a couple of baseball slides, before MARV lies in wait with a Pescado... CAUGHT! Faqu catches MARV in his arms with ease! Seeing this, MEL quickly launches himself out as well though, a Somersault Pescado enough to knock Faqu off his feet with MARV! COLE There's bodies all over the place, MEL and MARV taking risk after risk and paying dividends with them so far! In the ring, O'Hara sends Blonde off with an irish whi... NO, reversed. O'Hara hits the turnbuckles and Blonde follows with a clothesline, grabbing a headlock and looking for the Bulldog. But O'Hara pushes him off, sending JB crashing chest first into the opposite corner. Blonde stumbles backwards and gets taken down with the Black Russian Legsweep... 1... 2... NO! Quickly, O'Hara is up and onto the middle turnbuckle. He waits for Blonde to get back up, but notice Nathaniel Black until it's too late. Black climbs to the apron and grabs O'Hara leg, using it to haul him off the ropes and send him crashing to the canvas!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH See, what did I tell you? Sooner or later, you're gonna get caught. COLE Well you are if you've got two opponents to keep an eye on instead of one! Referee Chioda reprimands Black as he tries to get into the ring, leading to a heated arguement breaking out. The arguement ends when MARV and MEL grab a hold of Black's legs to pull him from the apron, causing Black to instinctively grab onto Chioda's leg. Meanwhile, O'Hara is seeing stars and starts to pull himself up on the ropes... ...which is when LANDON leaps into action, rushing out of his seat and CLOCKING O'HARA IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD WITH A DRIVE-BY ::BELTSHOT::~!!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! COLE WAIT A MINUTE!! Maddix just nailed O'Hara with one of the Six Man Titles! COACH That's what I call leading by example! COLE And the referee didn't see it, don't tell me it's gonna end like this! Landon keeps on jogging and Megan, avoiding Melody, follows. Getting rid of the evidence, Landon dumps the belt next to Faqu and keeps on walking. Meanwhile, in the ring, Blonde's eyes light up. Dragging the lifeless O'Hara up, he locks on the Cobra Clutch and sweeps him out with Illegally Blonde, enough to fool Chioda as he makes the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!! *DINGDINGDING!* Blonde jumps up and clenches his fists in celebration. But there's no celebration from Maddix, not even bothering to turn around as he and Megan continue to leave. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the match... and NEEWWW OAOAST SIX MAN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS of the WOOORRRLLLDD... NATHANIEL BLACK... JAMES BLONDE... AND FAQU... CUCARACHA INTERNACCCCIIIIOOOOOOOONNAAAAAALLLLLLLLL!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Referee Chioda seems confused as to why there are only two belts handed to him from the timekeeper's table. But Blonde doesn't care and snatches them away from him, cradling the belts like lost children. COLE Cucaracha Internacional, with the help of Landon Maddix, have just stolen back the World Six Man Tag Team Titles! COACH Yup, it was a team effort alright. COLE It was Landon saving his guys' asses if you ask me. COACH Henceforth, 'team effort'. Blonde rolls out of the ring still cradling the belts and wondering aloud where Landon went. Snatching one of the belts away from Blonde, Black immediately marches off to the back with it, a similar lack of celebration to Landon. Blonde is left to collect Faqu and guide him away, while The CAE have rolled into the ring and get the chain of events explained to them by Melody. COLE A bit of a bitter-sweet victory if you ask me, James Blonde seems to be the only one even remotely happy with what just went down. COACH It's not about happiness, it's about vindication. They never should have lost the belts in the first place, they got them back, henceforth vindication. COLE Since when did you know what 'henceforth' means?