King Cucaracha

Genesis card is up. You'll notice no word limits, for this show only. I'd lecture you about not going mad, but I think one Genesis I wrote a match against Johnny approaching 15k, so it's not really my place to say. But, you know... You'll also notice a couple of markers slots left open, if anyone fancies marking one of them then just give us the word. Tod- I kept your match on the card for now. But obviously if you're still having computer problems that aren't going to be resolved in time, just let us know and we'll work something out with WC and Bo. Unless one of them is Janus in disguise, I doubt they'll be finished within the next few days. Any other problems and issues are Toxxic's fault, but I'll field them.

Hey, I'm not saying there's a good explanation for it (I mean, I was kinda joking, anyway). But it's just the way it is. A lot of guys just are interested in that. And the majority of them just aren't interested in the other. I wouldn't neccessarily go far as to say it's sexist that I'd rather watch two girls go at it than two guys. The way guys on her were freaking out when they did the Trish/Mickie angle, you'd have thought Jamie Noble had made a 5 second cameo or something. Maybe if it were Noble and Santino, people would be okay with it, I don't know. No homo.

Hey, guys like crazy lesbians, what can I tell ya?

Huh!? If anything, feuds and storylines go on for way too long now, certainly not 'a week or two'. Edge and Undertaker wrestled on maybe 5 PPVs straight. Henry/Matt has been going on for a long while. Jericho/Michaels. JBL/Cena. Batista/Taker. Cena/Orton. Orton/HHH. MVP/Jeff. Punk and Orton's been building for a couple of months with zero matches. Ryder and Hawkins have been wrestling Jesse and Festus on and off for about a year now. Beth/Mickie. Beth/Candice, minus Candice's injury hiatus. Noble/Regal. Priceless and Cryme Tyme. This storyline with Koslov squashing a bunch of people wanting competition. McCool/Natalya. Maryse/McCool. I could go on, all feuds/storylines that have lasted at least more than a month. I can't really think of any that were 'axed in a week or two'.

He beat Cabana... sorry, 'Goldman', with it, that I know for sure. And that was only 2 weeks ago. Yang Time was WCW finisher, which I don't think he's ever used in the WWE or at least as Wang Yang, the corkscrew type move. Yang in WWE's always used the moonsault on a standing opponent. I don't think it's ever been given a name, or been referred to as Yang Time. So yeah, I think Yang Time's an outdated one. As for the Choke Slam debate, I'd say that it definately should be for Kane, but shouldn't be for Taker. Taker's got the Tombstone, Last Ride and the Gogoplata all ahead of the Choke Slam in terms of finishers.

COLE Okay, up next we will see the Women's Championship on the line. The feel-good story of the Summer Jade Rodez-Duncan proved herself to the world last month when she finally overcome the seemingly unbeatable Malaysia Nerdly at AngleSlam, to win the Women's Title and make Mom proud. But she's soon found out that being Women's Champ doesn't stop there. The honeymoon was brought to an end by Megan Skye in tag team action just a couple of weeks later. And now, Jade has another battle to prove herself here at Zero Hour, facing Megan one on one in her first title defence. COACH And we're gonna find out once at for all if, as expected, Jade's win at AngleSlam was a fluke. Because if it was Megan will expose her for the fraud she is real quick. COLE Megan has led her man Landon Maddix to three World Championships here and in the SWF. She's also been Women's Champion of the SWF, although I'm told that doesn't really count for much whatsoever. But, the fact is, Megan may not be Malaysia but she's still a formidable test for Jade. A very different test. Jade found a way to overcome Malaysia's brute force and power, but Megan will strike fast and wrestle smart and Jade will need a totally different gameplan tonight. COACH And like I told you on Thursday, Jade ain't got no game. COLE Let's not get into the grammar arguement again, shall we? Instead let's go to the ring. "Slide Away" by Oasis plays as the challenger emerges through the entrance way. Megan Skye walks with her head held high to the ring, a confident look on her face as she climbs the ring steps. BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the OAOAST WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing the challenger... from Providence, Rhode Island. She is the brains behind Cucaracha Internacional... MMMEEEEEEEEEEEGGAAAAAAANN... SSSSSSSSKKYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Megan warms up throwing a shadow punch combo with her heavily taped hands. COLE A big chance for Megan tonight and a chance for her to restore some pride for her man Landon, at the expence of the Duncan family. COACH The scourge of the Duncan family, but yeah, the Duncan family all the same. "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. Bounding through the entrance way comes Jade Rodez-Duncan, pulling the Women's Title from around her waist and raising it exuberantly over her head, as if to say "look at me, I'm the Women's Champion!" Spotting a particularly large sets of signs spelling out 'J A D E' towards the back of the arena Jade points them out and seems to get lost in the amazement that someone would devote their time to cutting the letter of her name out of bright orange cardboard and bring them to a wrestling show all for little ol' her, as she forgets to tag any hands until she's halfway down the aisle. BUFFER And her opponent! She now resides in Los Angeles, California... the second generation starlet with a heart of gold... ladies and gentlemen, she is the defending OAOAST WOMEN'S CHAMPION... "LITTLE MISS CALIFORNIA"... JJJJAAAAAAADDEEEEEE... RRRRROOOOODDEEEEEEZZZZZZ - DDUUUUUUUUUNNCCAAAAAAAAAANN!!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" Jade enters demurely underneath the bottom rope before climbing the turnbuckles, again raising the belt with excitement, while pulling the hem of her cheerleader skirt down with a little embarrassment. "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" As she jumps off the turnbuckles Jade turns to see Megan watching, looking very unimpressed. And suddenly Jade is hit by an attack of nerves. The smile disappears and she loses all the small but improved confidence she brought with her, as she hands her title belt over to referee Charles Robinson. COACH Look at her, like a deer in headlights. Face it, it's over. COLE The bell hasn't even rung yet Coach. Can you just tone your cynicism down even a little? COACH You're right, I'm sorry. Jade takes deep, controlling breaths and tries to calm herself down as Robinson holds the belt up for the crowd. After checking both women are ready, and getting a less than convincing answer on one side, he then signals to the timekeeper's table. *DINGDINGDING!* COACH Okay, there's the bell. [i]Now[/i] it's over. Cautiously Jade leaves her corner, circling with Megan who looks much more at ease. After sizing each other the two ladies lock up. And it's the older, wiser Megan who slides behind Jade with a waistlock, taking her up off her feet and to the canvas. Megan controls Jade for a few seconds before getting up and backing away, arrogantly allowing the Champion get to her feet. Pushing up to her knees Jade puts her hands on her hips. COACH See? COLE That was only the first exchange. COACH And it's a humilatingly easy victory for Megan Skye. Let's see if the trend continues shall we? Jade picks herself up and tries to steel herself as another lock-up comes. This time Jade surprises Megan by applying a side headlock which gets a cheer in itself from the Cleveland crowd. From there Jade has nothing though, as Megan slips out and trips Jade's leg. Jade hits the canvas face-first and holds her face, left embarrassed again as Megan again backs away and lets her up. COLE Well, I think Jade really needs to avoid trying to exchange holds with Megan, that much is clear. COACH Yeah, none of that complicated stuff, like HEADLOCKS! Memo to Krista, it ain't too late to consider adoption. "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" It's clear the fans are still on Jade's side though and she takes a little heart from that as she gets to her feet. Again they lock-up and there's a jockeying for position, before Megan goes behind with the waistlock. Jade tries to find an escape but comes up empty-handed, so instead resorts to throwing an elbow! Megan gets caught on the jaw and lets go of the waistlock, Jade turning around and staying on the attack throwing forearm strikes! Three forearms back Megan up near the ropes before Jade leaves her feet, with a dropkick which connects in the midsection, sending Skye spilling through the ropes and to the arena floor! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" COLE Not the most graceful of dropkicks, but it was effective. As Megan picks herself up, Jade looks to the crowd who are encouraging her to follow-up. Jade seems to get an idea, not one she seems completely sure of but an idea all the same, as she backs across the ring. COLE Wait a second, Jade's not thinking what I think she is, is she? COACH I hope not. She hardly the most aero-dynamic person alive. Jade reaches the opposite side of the ring and there's excitement in the crowd, as she waves the referee out of her way. A deep breath later, she runs across the ring aiming right towards Megan. Ducking her head, Jade prepares to throw herself through the middle rope with a suicide dive... *SMACK!* "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" ...BUT MEGAN CUTS HER OFF WITH A KICK TO THE HEAD!!! COACH HAHA! Beautiful! COLE Megan with the interception, and [i]how[/i]! That could have been a knockout right there. As Jade slumps back into the ring, Megan flicks the hair from her face to reveal a smirk. She takes her time re-entering the ring and when she does, she drops an elbow to the back of Jade's neck. Jade holds her head, as Megan drops a second elbow. The challenger then turns Jade over and sticks a knee in the back as she applies a rear chinlock. COLE That perhaps ill-advised, high-risk attempt from Jade could come back to haunt her in the end as Megan now takes control with a chinlock. To be honest, I'm not really sure what Jade was thinking. Suicide dives and high-risk moves really aren't her style. COACH Nope, but they are Mommy's style. Maybe if Jade stopped trying to make Mommy happy all the time, she wouldn't fail so often. Megan pulls back on Jade's jaw as referee Robinson checks if she wants to give up. Despite the throbbing pain in her head and now her neck, JRD refuses to give in though, trying to gut it out through the pain while she gets her bearings back. "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" The crowd try to lend their support again and Jade tries to feed off it, but it's clear she's in a bad way. Eventually, Skye releases the hold. But she doesn't release Jade, holding her in place by the hair as she drives the point of her elbow across the top of the head. COLE That kick really seems to have shaken Jade up. Jade crawls away to a corner and uses the ropes to pull herself up. Following after her opponent, Megan delivers a boot in the corner, then whips Jade's head back from a hard forearm strike. A second forearm does the same, dropping Jade to one knee. Megan stops and extends her arms, asking the fans if this is all the competition the Champion can give her. COACH This is just easy for Megan right now. COLE She's certainly taking it easy. And Malaysia found out what a mistake that can be last month, didn't she? With Jade trapped in the corner, Megan climbs to the middle rope. With her left leg on the rope, she then places her right across the side of Jade's head... and starts to SCRAPE the sole of her boot across the Women's Champion's face repeatedly! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Ugh! Look at this! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" Megan breaks the hold and steps off the ropes to a warning from the referee, while poor Jade falls down in the corner covering up her face. COACH Don't worry girl, ain't nobody gonna be losing sleep over that. Picking Jade up, Megan snapmares her out of the corner. The challenger follows up with a hard dropkick to the back, again whiplashing Jade's neck. Megan follows up with a cover... 1... 2... No! As Jade sits up, Megan quickly traps her in the rear chinlock once again. COLE And again, a very controlled offence from Megan, as we expected. COACH And Jade with no answer for it like I expected. COLE You must be so proud of yourself. Again, the Cleveland fans try to get behind the little girl in the cheerleader outfit as she's put at the challenger's mercy. Face showing the strain, Jade looks to be in trouble. "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" The support only gets louder though, until Jade starts to react. Digging down deep she starts to stomp a foot, showing she's still in the match. Then, she suddenly turns around onto her knees. Megan holds onto the chinlock but Jade gets to her feet and puts everything she has behind an elbow to the gut. Megan clings on, so Jade delivers a second elbow. And a third. Free of the hold, Jade then drops Megan with a clothesline. COLE And back comes the Champion! What heart being shown here! Jade fires up, knocking Megan down with a back elbow to the face as she gets back up. Suddenly the nervous looks from early in the match are gone and there's an intensity in Jade's eyes! As Megan recovers, Jade paws her with an open left hand. Then paws her with an open right. With a guttural shout, Jade then pulls a 360 and knocks Skye down with another big clothesline! JADE COME ON!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COLE Exclusive: this Rich Little Blonde Girl Kicks Ass! COACH I dunno where she's getting this from. Sending Megan into a corner, Jade follows her in with an ode to her uncle, driving DOUBLE KNEES at the challenger's (ample (no homo)) chest. Megan staggers from the corner as Jade keeps on running and hits the ropes. As she comes back though, her reckless abandon costs her as Megan is able to counter with a Powerslam! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH Yes, got her! 1... 2... NO! COLE Only two, we were close to a new Women's Champion right there. COACH It's only a matter of time now. Whatever possessed Jade for those few seconds is gone now and all Megan has to do is finish her. Looking to do just that, Megan drops to a crouching position and measures Jade as she gets back up. Despite the many warnings being yelled at her Jade gets to her feet, all her momentum snuffed out. And as she turns around, Megan is waiting... ...with the CHICK KICK!! COLE OH! Caught her with the kick, and that, sadly, should do it. COACH What did I tell you. A quiet comes over the crowd as Megan, dusting her hands, drops down and makes the lateral press... 1... 2... NO, SHOULDER UP!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH WHAT?! COLE ONLY TWO! Jade kicks out, it was the Chick Kick that put her away on HeldDOWN, but NOT tonight! Megan looks shocked and complains to the referee that it should have been three. "JADE!" "JADE!" "JADE!" "JADE!" Breaking away from the referee Megan grabs Jade by her expensively styled blonde hair and drags her to her feet roughly. By the hair, she throws her face-first into the top turnbuckle pad. Megan then lifts herself up onto the second rope and hooks hold of Jade by the head. COLE But now Megan looking for the Skye Lyte, if she hits this it will be over! Realising that, Jade fights back with a shot to the stomach. Megan holds on, but Jade fires another shot. And a third. Skye loses hold of the head and Jade quickly takes advantage, as she turns her back on Megan, grabbing hold of both arms and bringing her forwards off the turnbuckles, sitting out to drive her impactfully into the mat!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COLE No, Jade had the counter! COACH You've got to be kidding me! Still dazed, Jade struggles to follow up after the big move. She has to literally push herself off the second turnbuckle she's fallen against and almost falls on top of Megan as much as covering her... 1... 2... KICKOUT! COLE Even you have to give Jade some credit at this point Coach. She's proving herself all over again, as if she needed to after AngleSlam. COACH You mean by hanging onto this match by the skin of her teeth? Face it, Megan's still firmly in control. Jade's getting a few offensive bursts in but that's about it. COLE You and I must be watching different matches. Both Jade and Megan struggle to pull themselves up. First up is Megan, with just enough time to spare to catch Jade with a sharp right hand. The shot sends Jade sprawling across the ring caught by surprise. But Jade shows her tenacity by getting right back up and nailing Megan with a retaliatory forearm! Megan shakes it off and connects with another quick jab, then strikes with a kick to the leg. Jade comes back with another forearm though and even encourages Megan to come back at her. COLE I think those fighting Duncan genes are kicking in! Looking at little surprised at the little girl standing up to her, Megan puts her kickboxing on display with two quick kicks. Jade has no answer to that and Skye quickly grabs her. Scooping her onto her shoulders, Megan carries Jade around... but Jade escapes, wrapping Megan up in the cobra clutch before pulling her down into the knee with the backbreaker! Megan arches off the knee and holding her back, she falls into a corner. Backing up, JRD charges in at her... but takes an elbow. COLE Ooh, got caught there. As Jade goes backwards, Megan comes out of the corner and aims for the head with another CHICK KI... ...NO! Jade ducks the kick... and grabs a hold of Megan's head as she's off-balance, pulling her down with the patented Duncan reverse x-factor!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE There it is! Jade Got It From Her Momma and she's gonna get the win? 1... 2... 3!!! COLE YES! *DINGDINGDING!* "YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Jade rolls away from Megan and with great relief is handed her championship belt. BUFFER Here is your winner... and STILL the OAOAST Women's Champion... JJJAAAAAAAADDEEEEEE... RRRRRROOOOOOOODDEEEEEZZZZZZ - DDUUUUUUUUNNCCAAAAAAAAANN!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Clutching the title in her arms, Jade drags herself up the turnbuckles and raises it over her head. COLE Jade dedicating her victory to this Cleveland crowd who certainly played their part in what was a tough title defence for the Women's Champion. And it's the heart and desire of that young lady that shone through at the end. Congratulations to Jade Rodez-Duncan! COACH Could you be any more bias, towards this poor excuse for a Champion loser? Huh? Could ya? COLE *sighs* Jade rolls herself out of the ring and celebrates the victory with some fans in the front row, who quickly overwhelm her by pulling her in for hugs and leaning over her to get their faces on camera. A quite shaken Jade manages to pull herself away from the overzealous fans though and decides to find some less rowdy people to celebrate with, a couple of young children and their parents. Megan sits up in the ring looking pissed at her defeat and scowling at Jade, as she heads to the back.

Mickie probably got cheered because it was soon after the angle where she kissed the KOed, bleeding from the nose Trish on Raw. How are you not going to cheer for that girl?

* Khali needs the Tree Slam as a finisher. And does he actually use the chop as a finisher anymore? * Koslov needs the Reverse DDT * Is Regal using the Running Knee as a finish again? * With Haas, should he not get points for hitting whoever he's impersonating that week's finisher? * Is the Yang Time his old WCW finisher, or the moonsault?

Yeah, if I can get this as the pre-main-event match, then maybe Zack/Moneymaker before the main-event unless Zack asks any different, that should work out well. "If you are what you say you are A superstar Then have no fear The camera's here And the microphones and they wanna know Oh oh oh yeah" The red carpet is rolled out as "Superstar" by Lupe Fiasco plays. Lugging along his trusty Siclopse camera, out through the entrance heads Simon Singleton... and it's Singleton by name, Singleton by nature as he heads to the ring alone. That doesn't seem to bother Simon too much as he struts to the ring with a smile on his face, always happy to be under the bright lights of Pay Per View. BUFFER Your next contest here at OAOAST Zero Hour is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Beverly Hills, California... he weighs two hundred, twenty five pounds... "THE VIDEO VOYEUR"... "BOX OFFICE" SSSIIIIIIMMMMOOOOOONN... SSSSIIIIIINNGGLLLLEEEEETTOOOOOOONN!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Simon sets the Siclopse up at the foot of the aisle, getting his shots all lined up before he even thinks of entering the ring. COLE This match added to the Zero Hour card on OAOAST.com at the eleventh hour by Josie Baker, although we understand that Theodore Moneymaker was instrumental in getting this signed. And you'll notice no Ned Blanchard and no Molly Nerdly at Simon Singleton's side tonight. Moneymaker has made it clear, Simon is on his own tonight and it's down to him to impress the, quote, "Messiah". Removing his Beverly Hills Blond silver vest, Simon tests out the ring ropes while the crowd are more interested in the entrance way. As the drums kick in to "Rock The Casbah" the Cleveland crowd rise to their feet, to welcome Leon Rodez. The Silky Smooth One lacks the fun and frivolity you usually see from him, head down and heading for the ring with only an occassional reach to slap a hand to show he's hearing the crowd. BUFFER And his opponent! From Grand Rapids, Michigan... weighing in at two hundred, eighteen pounds. A member of The In Crowd... "THE NEW-AGE LOVE MACHINE"... "THE GRAND RAPIDS GOLDEN CHILD"... ladies and gentlemen, "SILKY SMOOTH"... LLLLLLEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOONN... RRRRRRRROOOOOOODDEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZ!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Leon climbs the steps and pulls off his robe, with Simon standing just feet away jawing at him. COACH You know, I went on OAOAST.com last night to do a little research and I found out some big news. Did you read this, apparantly Leon and Maggie Nerdly, rumour has it, are on a 'trial separation'. COLE I read that too and if it's true, that's unfortunate to hear. COACH Ah, don't worry about it. Seems like Leon's moved on quickly enough. COLE Now we don't know that to be true either Coach. All we saw was a note, let's not read too much into that. Let's try and concentrate on this one fall match, In Crowd versus Enterprise here tonight. *DINGDINGDING!* The bell sounds and the crowd are instantly behind Leon with their vocal support. Not happy, Simon rolls out of the ring and makes a big deal of hitting the "mute" button on his Siclopse. COLE So much for artistic integrity. COACH What? Maybe Simon just wants to put a good, triumphant sound-track to it later and wants to make Molly's job a little easier. COLE How hard is it to press mute on a computer? Simon rolls back in and we're ready to go, with a lock-up. Singleton grabs a side headlock and gets shot off the ropes, knocking Leon down on the rebound with a shoulder block. 'Rolling cameras', Simon comes off the ropes again. Roadblock created by Leon, BOSS going up and over before being taken over with a Sitout Hiptoss! 1... 2... No! Swing and a miss from Simon leaves him wide open, Leon looking to take him up for a back suplex. Singleton manages to float over the back though landing safely on his feet. A shove in the back sends Leon off the ropes as Simon prepares to swing for the hills again. Strike 2 for BOSS though as Rodez slides through the legs to first base... and that uses up every baseball reference I know, so I've got nothing... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...for a knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" A second chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" And a third. Not a fan of chops, Simon drops to his knees and attempts to call for a timeout. But Leon isn't in a forgiving mood tonight and pulls Simon back up by the EARS, before sending him off the ropes and connecting with a standing dropkick! COLE Leon picking up where he left off this past Thursday night on HeldDOWN against Thunderkid, on the offence, showing some rare intensity. And you can only imagine what it's going to be like [i]this[/i] week, Leon Rodez versus Reject inside of a fifteen foot high steel cage! Rolling out of the ring, Singleton pulls himself up on the apron still looking for some sort of a reprieve. And he's still out of luck as Leon delivers a baseball slide, knocking Simon's feet from underneath him, causing him to drop face-first into the ring apron! Reaching out of the ring, Leon then drags Simon back up onto the apron, bringing him in the hard way with a vertical suplex... 1... 2... No. Irish whip sends Singleton into a corner, Leon charging in... and getting caught with a knee! COACH There we go. Show him why you're the BOSS! COLE I wonder how Theodore Moneymaker feels about that nickname. COACH He's The Messiah now, I'm sure he's cool with it. Hopping to the middle rope, Simon drops with a right hand to the temple from short range. That staggers Rodez, allowing Simon to go up again with a second fist. Singleton then delivers a back suplex and makes the cover... 1... 2... No! Simon looks to shut Leon down with a rear chinlock now, positioning him towards the Siclopse for a good full frontal shot of the hold. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" COLE This Cleveland crowd getting behind Leon Rodez. And he seems to be drawing off it. COACH Yeah no kidding, C'MON SIMON! You're gonna have to do better than a chinlock to impress Mister Moneymaker! Fighting to his feet with the support of the fans, Leon delivers an elbow to the gut. And a second. And a third, breaking free. As he goes to hit the ropes though, Simon reaches out and grabs a hold of the back of his singlet. A sly tug puts Leon on the backfoot and allows Simon to hit the ropes instead, aiming high with a clothesline. Rodez ducks though, dropkicking Singleton in the back to set him on the middle rope. Sizing him up, Rodez then does a weird sort of jig before hitting the ropes, shooting back and driving his weight into the spine of BOSS! COLE Call That Bitch Bojangles! Simon staggers off the ropes... right into an Exploder Suplex! COLE And what a throw! Simon is in trouble right now and there's no-one for the tag team specialist to tag, he's aaaall alone! Waiting on Singleton to get back up, Leon delivers a boot and underhooks the arms. Before he can hit the Tiger Driver though Simon drops to one knee and prevents from being taken up. Leon lets him go with a little annoyance and pulls Simon up for a chop... but Simon cuts him off by going to the eyes! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH See, Simon ain't no scrub. He knows what's up. Scoop and a slam from BOSS sets The Silky Smooth One where he wants him, as he heads to the top rope. The crowd let Singleton hear it as he stops halfway to size Leon up on his imaginary camera phone, before scaling the rest of the way to the top. COLE Simon wasting a lot of time here. COACH He's a sport entertainer Michael. It's all about the style. See, here's the entertainment... Getting his footing, Simon soars with his patented CLAPBOARD LEGDROP... COACH ...and here's the sport! ...BUT LEON ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" Hobbling around, the hold on his tailbone prevents Simon from blocking a jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! Rodez turns, blowing the kiss, before turning back on his heels... *SMACK!* ...and nailing The Video Voyeur upside the head with the enziguri! COLE MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT! And Simon IS out! Dragging his opponent into position, Leon quickly heads to the top himself. Wasting none of the time that Singleton has earlier he scales up the turnbuckles and reaches the top in no time at all, tumbling... ...and NAILING the 450!!! COLE Put it in the can! 1... 2... 3!!! *DINGDINGDING!* COLE Absolutely decisive! "Rock The Casbah" hits again, Leon's hand raised in a satisfying victory. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match... "SILKY SMOOTH" LLLEEEEEOOOOOOONN... RRROOOOOODDEEEEZZZZZZZZ!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Leon with a nice warm-up for the match that he REALLY wants. And it's the match he's going to get this week on HeldDOWN~! Rodez, Reject, inside the Steel Cage, what a war it promises to be... Suddenly, we cut away from the ring... and to a hotel near the arena, where we find Melissa Nerdly walking down the hallway. She stops at room 401, where she sees an employee standing next to the door. MELISSA Hi, I'm Melissa! I'm here to see Leon. The employee hands her a key to the room, and a note. MELISSA [i]"Use the restroom to get yourself ready, then see me in the room."[/i] Melissa enters the room, and walks into the restroom, humming to herself as she fluffs out her hair, and removes her coat to reveal some very revealing black lingerie, which gets a rise out of the males watching. She looks in the mirror and smiles, then walks into the room. MELISSA Well, what do you think... Melissa holds her arms out, then her smile turns to a look of shock and horror, as the camera pans to the bed to reveal Reject laying on it, with his hands behind his head. REJECT Oh, you look [i]great.[/i] Melissa screams in horror, as Reject hops off the bed, and the camera suddenly cuts out, and the screen becomes fuzzy. Back in the Quicken Loans Arena and Leon, halfway up the aisle, has come to a stop. Looking at the now blank video screen he runs his hands over his head before quickly disappearing backstage. COLE Well, that is... that is not good.

I can't guarantee I'll be around tonight, so my women's match might have to be posted later, if the show's up when I return tommorrow morning (HA!)

This needs to go early/middle area. Backstage, Melissa Nerdly is sitting on a bench as her crack camera crew gets their stuff ready, then stands up as she sees a female backstage worker approach her with a note. WORKER Hey Melissa! I'm supposed to give you this note. MELISSA Here, let me see it! Melissa opens the note, and begins to read it aloud. MELISSA [i]"Dear Melissa, I'm sorry if I came off as rude with my reaction to you last week. I'd love it if you could meet me tonight at the Mariott, so I can make it up to you the right way. Sincerely, Leon"[/i] Melissa and the worker look at each other, both with wide-eyed smiles. WORKER Lucky girl! MELISSA Oh, I can't believe it! *looks to her crew* Take the night off, boys. Something just came up! The giddy Melissa hands her mic to the worker, then runs off as the worker looks on. COLE The heck was that all about? COACH I'd have thought that was pretty obvious.

OAOAST Zero Hour returns into the Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland where the fans are going crazy as usual. However, what isn't usual are the four T.V monitors which during the short digression have been wheeled into ringside, and placed around the ring, one on each side. COLE And we are just moments away from our Boiler Room Brawl, with a big issue to be settled. For weeks, the stench of cynicism has hung over Bohemoth after the accusations made by Mackenzie DeCenzo. And a couple of weeks ago, Christian Wright took it upon himself to 'seek retribution' on his former bodyguard, retribution which would lead to this battle tonight. [b][COLOR=orange]OAOAST BACKTRACKER[/b][/COLOR] [QUOTE=OAOAST HeldDOWN, Three Weeks Ago] Out of breath from the lengthy run for his life, Wright stumbles up against a catering table and throws the contents on the floor in a vain attempt to provide an obstacle for the bigman. Turning corners and dodging in and out of corridors, CW takes a sharp left and disappears out of view for a second. Bohemoth wades through the obstacles, including a trash can thrown in his path and turns the left to find... no-one. BOHEMOTH Come on you son of a bitch! Bohemoth looks around and to little surprise sees no-one coming out to face him. Kicking open a door, he looks inside the room, again finding no-one. As he storms back out, Bohemoth then comes to a stop as he sees an ajar door, helpfully labelled 'Boiler Room'. COLE Uh-oh. Bohemoth marches over and pulls the door open... ...and as he disappears inside, we suddenly hear a clattering sound from inside. The sounds continue, no real clue as to what's causing them until the door opens up a little and the cameraman bravely risks a shot inside, to find Bohemoth being attacked by CPA AND DETECTIVE BOSLEY!! COLE HEY! It was a setup! With CPA putting the boots in, Bosley using his telescopic police baton to dish out some police brutality and a crumpled trash can strewn near them, Bohemoth is beaten defenceless. In the background Christian Wright can be seen catching his breath after his lengthy escape. Bohemoth tries to get to his feet to fight back but under the barrage of stomps he simply can't. Once he's suitably weakened, CPA pulls him to his knees and holds his arms behind his back while Bosley goes to work with the baton. BOSLEY HOW'D'YA LIKE THAT, HUH!? C'MON ASSHOLE! HOW'D'YA LIKE THE FEEL OF JUSTICE! Bohemoth's torso wears the red marks from the baton as he's shoved unceremoniously to the ground by CPA. BOSLEY YEAH! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN' ABOUT!! With Bo defenceless, Wright motions to VICE and they begin to drag him towards CW. His face and body screeches and squeals being dragged against the slick floor just adding to the punishment. VICE deliver Bo to CW's feet and he looks down at his former bodyguard with contempt, before SPITTING ON HIM! Bosley laughs it up at seeing that, until Bo suddenly threatens to spring to life, at which point he has to jump in with CPA and CW to subdue him down him once more. WRIGHT Restrain him! Doing just that, Bosley and CPA hold an arm a-piece as Bo is left helpless. They drag him a few feet forward while CW picks up a big WRENCH. BOSLEY YEAH! DO YOUR DAMN THING! CW pats the wrench in his hand a couple of times, lining Bo up, before taking a swing... *CLUNK* ...at a pipe next to him, sending a shot of red-hot STEAM right into Bohemoth's face!!! Bo cries out in pain with no way to guard his face with his arms restrained. The cruel VICE squad hold him for at least ten agonising seconds in the boiling steam before they throw him down, leaving Bo to cover his face with more pained shouts. Smirking down at him, Wright throws the wrench away, the metal echoing around the boiler room, silent except for Bosley's powerful laugh as the trio leave.[/QUOTE] As the backtracking ends we return to the arena... but not for long, as the camera cuts away from ringside and to the backstage area. More specifically, it cuts to a green door with an unneccessarily large 'BOILER ROOM' sign on it. COLE Well...there is the Boiler Room... COACH Are you sure? How can you tell!?! COLE Sarcasm aside, and ignored, Bohemoth is apparantly in the boiler room already. We're just waiting on Christian now. Once both men are in the room, the match will start and the first man to leave the confines of the Boiler Room will be declared victorious. --------------------------------------------------------- In the hallway leading to the boiler room, Christian Wright heads towards the makeshift battleground. As the camera pans a little wider, we then see why he might look as confident as he does. Backing him up, The Enterprise's Director Of Security [b]CPA[/b] pats him on the back as they reach the boiler room door. After an exchanged fist-bump, CPA then takes his position, arms folded beside the door while Christian carefully enters. Also stood at the door, referee Mike Chioda seems a little wary of this but doesn't have any grounds to do anything about it, so keeps his mouth shut. COLE Oh I smell a rat already. What the hell is this about, CPA standing by? COACH Well, you've gotta have somebody guarding the door. Make sure nobody gets in. COLE Or out, as the case may be. Once inside, Wright begins to look around the relatively spacious boiler-room for any signs of movement. Seeing none, he takes another deep breath, knowing that although he'd be much safer were he to leave now, he has a mission to carry out for his Enterprise... and begins to creep forward down the ramp. On his way, he's smart enough to pick up a 2x4 for protection which seems to fill him with a little more confidence. Until Bohemoth steps out from behind a stack of pipes, dressed in his street clothes. Suddenly the 2x4 doesn't seem so powerful to Christian. But it's the best he's got, so continues to wield it as threateningly as he can manage, while Bo simply walks forward towards him. WRIGHT Back, fiend! Back I say! Bohemoth just glares dead ahead, as he reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and pulls out a nightstick! BOHEMOTH I don't think so. Christian's eyes bug forward and he looks down at his 2x4... before tossing it to the side and making a beeline for the door! Bohemoth is one step ahead of him though, charging towards the door and is just able to tackle Christian to the floor before he can make an escape. A desperate Wright begs off, as Bo drags him away from the door and further into the boiler room, a wide smile on his face as he does so. Once Bo releases him, Wright tries to scramble away again... *OOOOF!* ...but gets clubbed in the ribs with the nightstick! Bohemoth grins again, as the tosses the nightstick aside sending an echoing clunk around the room. Holding his gut, Wright moans and groans in pain as meanwhile Bohemoth takes his time in stepping around him, creating a block between Christian and the door. Wright uses that 'block'... i.e Bohemoth... to drag himself back up, before firing a weak right hand to the gut. Bo simply shrugs it off and grabs Christian by the hair before throwing him into the rail at the side of the ramp... *CLANK!* ...which promptly collapses, sending Christian flying onto a heap of wooden palettes!!! COLE Oh my. Wright wails out in pain, falling off the palettes and to the floor as Bohemoth follows after him. Already Christian looks to be out of his depth, taking a kick to the head from Bo... who turns moments later to grab a wooden palette and drop it to the floor. Again Christian tries to crawl away, but gets caught by Bo and pulled to his feet. A right hand has little effect on the bigman. Neither does a knee. So Wright goes to the last resort, a thumb to the eye, and a boot to the balls! BOHEMOTH Ungghhhhh! Bohemoth groans and collapses against the palette pile. Christian is quick to grab him and send him head-first into them, before starting a hunt for a decent weapon which ends quickly as he finds a metal pipe. Turning around, Wright wields that pipe and swings... ...but Bohemoth ducks! Wright ends up swinging right around, straight into a hard right hand! The pipe goes flying, Wright goes flying... as meanwhile, Bo grabs one of the palettes and breaks a length of wood off. However, before he can use it, Wright has disappeared out of sight. BOHEMOTH Come on you son of a bitch! Where you at!? Obviously Christian doesn't answer... wherever he is. So Bohemoth is left to search around, still clutching the piece of wood... *CRACK!* ...but suddenly gets a piece of wood broken over his back by Wright, who suddenly re-appears as if by magic. Bo collapses forward, but takes the pain like a MAN~ and lets out a wry chuckle. Shocked, Wright grabs him by the arm and looks for an irish whip. It's quickly reversed however, with Bohemoth pulling Christian forward into a short-arm clothesline! Wright bounces off the cold, concrete floor like a ball, getting right back up which isn't best advised, as Bo nails him with a second clothesline! This time Christian doesn't get up, preferring instead to crawl forwards towards one half of the wooden 'plank' he broke moments ago. But Bo stops him, dragging him to his feet and administering an irish whip of his own... *CRACK!* ...sending The Natural straight into side of the pile of palettes! Wright staggers away, into Bohemoth's clutches again for another irish whip... *CRAAASH!!!* ...denting a handily placed filing cabinet! WRIGHT OH! Oh, lord! Wright closes up his body tight in pain as he collapses to a kneeling position. Bohemoth measures his arch rival up and backs up to take a charge at Wright, looking for a Facewash. Christian is able to duck however, leaving Bohemoth's right boot to connect with the cabinet... and even that doesn't no sell, denting severely! Bohemoth quickly shakes off the pain in his foot, as Wright has had enough and decides to play some cat-and-mouse by running off. COLE That may be Christian's best possible tactic. Run like hell. COACH To the untrained eye this may seem like running. However, intelligent minds such as mine will be able to inform you, he's only really jogging. Clearly tiring of all this attempted stalling, Bohemoth glares into the empty space in front of him. Wherever Christian has gone, he's made sure to hide himself well. Angrily Bo walks forward, keeping a relative caution as he does so. BOHEMOTH Come on Christian... Bohemoth reaches what seems to be some sort of holder for a heap of pipes, smiles at his luck and picks up one thin, metal pipe from the stack... ...which we see Christian Wright is hiding under! COLE Look at that cowardly... COACH SSSHHH! He's trying to hide... COLE Bohemoth can't hear us. COACH I know that! I'm just trying to build some atmosphere. Jerk. With the pipe in his hands, Bo looks around the boiler room. BOHEMOTH Come on Christian... there's no point in hiding. Sooner or later, you're going to... *CLANK!* *KEEEE - RRRRAAAASSSSSSSSHHHH!!* Suddenly, Bohemoth weilds around with the pipe which collapses the structure holding the pipes, and causes them all to come crashing down on top of Christian!! You'd expect Bo to be shocked. Or surprised. But instead, he just smiles, showing Wright that he knew where he was the whole time. "...get hurt." Wright groans in pain, as Bohemoth lifts up the pipe... *CLANK!* ...before smashing it over the dozens that cover Wright! Christian quickly scrambles out from under the pipes, dragging himself to his knees. Bo meanwhile exchanges his pipe for a smaller one, which is easier to swing. But he doesn't get a chance to use it, as Wright lunges forward and hits a punch to the ribs. Bohemoth doubles over, as Wright claws around and grabs a pipe, bringing it between Bo's legs. WRIGHT You shall harm no more! *clank!* "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The crowd in the arena groan, as does Bo in the Boiler Room. Christian meanwhile pulls himself up, clearly still groggy from the pipe shower he experienced. He has enough presence of mind to grab Bohemoth by the head and jeans, wheel him around and slam him into the wall however. Bo smacks off the wall, stumbling back into Wright's grasp and quickly getting sent right back into the wall. Not wanting a third visit, Bohemoth stumbles away from Wright as best possible, and around the corner of the wall. COACH Now who's running? The rapist, that's who. COLE People who answer their own questions are assholes. Suddenly, confidence fills Wright's head as he decides to follow after Bohemoth... *PHHHHFFFFTT!!* ...which proves a mistake, as Bo lets off a fire extinguisher towards Wright's path. CW is unable to get his arms up in time, taking the dehabilitating smoke to the face. Bohemoth meanwhile releases the nozzle of the extinguisher and rips it off the wall, before charging forwards... *CLUNK!* ...and nailing Wright over the head with it! Christian hits the floor like a sack of spuds, with the fire extinguisher doing the same just a foot to the side of him. Bo is still up though... and taking his belt off. Seeing it, and thinking god knows what, Wright freaks and tries his best to scramble away in his dis-orientated state. He doesn't get far before Bo has the belt off and loops it around Christian's throat, using it to choke The Natural! COACH You see! He's a sick freak! This is probably what he did to Mackenzie! COLE Well, we still don't know any of that happened. We do know what Christian did though attacking Bohemoth three weeks ago. COACH That's no excuse for this kind of sadism! Frantically Wright struggles to break free from Bohemoth's grip. But the belt around his throat halts any progress he looks to make, not to mention choking the life out of him. Still Wright tries to crawl away, as Bo releases the belt and instead starts to choke Wright with his forearm. Knowing he's in trouble, Christian swings wildly back with a series of elbows which Bohemoth avoids each time. Christian keeps swinging though... "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!" ...until suddenly Bohemoth groans in pain and releases the hold, as a right leg belonging to Christian finds it's way up and between Bo's legs. The Meterosexual Monster doubles over, as Wright stumbles off, returning with a trash can full of wood and cardboard... *THUD!* ...and denting it over Bo's head! Bohemoth falls back against a workbench, as Wright heaves up the trashcan again. COACH There we go, take out the trash Christian! With Wright marches towards him with the trashcan overhead again, the groggy Bohemoth reaches out for the first thing that comes to hand. That being a wrench, which he clips CW in the knee with while ducking the swing of the can... *KE - RASH!!!* ...which Christian loses control of, seeing it fly through a window behind the bench. COACH That's gonna cost us. Hobbled, the lost trash can is the least of Christian's concerns now as Bohemoth grabs him around the head. He drags him off through the boiler room, keeping him quiet with some left hands to the body as he does so. Approaching the heart of the boiler room, Bohemoth throws Christian forward into a huge heating tank. CW's head THUDS off of the side of it and he staggers backwards towards another heavy piece of machinery. He falls against a pipe before realising how hot it is, lurching away from it. Unfortunately, he lurches into a right hand. But a knee manages to cut Bo off and using what he just learned, Christian grabs his opponent in a side healdock, looking to force his head against the burning hot steel pipe! COLE Oh no, he's trying to scold Bohemoth against that pipe! This could disfigure the man for life! COACH Good. Bohemoth instinctively puts his hands up against the pipe to block, soon learning the same mistake CW made moments earlier. He quickly pulls them away, but before his head can touch the metal he catches Wright in the gut with an right hand. And a second. That fends Christian off, but he comes right back with a european uppercut and a knifedge chop to the chest. Wright then grabs hold of Bohemoth and irish whips him, sending him into a ladder which goes toppling to the floor. WRIGHT What say you now, heathen!? Wright picks up a box of some description, slamming it over Bo's back. It being made of cardboard it has virtually no effect. So, in a fix, Wright quickly slaps on a Sleeper Hold. COLE Trying to put the bigman out here. And if he does, he'll have a free route to the door and the victory. Getting to his feet, Bohemoth backs up and squashes Christian up against another water tank. Wright hangs onto the sleeper though, forcing his way up onto Bohemoth's back and making him carry his weight. Backing up again Bohemoth manages to put the back of Christian's head into an overhanging pipe. That breaks the sleeper and leaves CW looking dazed. Bohemoth staggers away a few steps, then turns and charges... only for Wright to pull off a quick lift, putting Bo face-first into the pipe! COACH How about that? COLE Very resourceful on Christian's part that's for sure. After a boot to the head Wright leaves Bohemoth, retrieving the fallen ladder. Wright folds it shut and props it up against one of the sturdiest looking water tanks. Laying a few feet away is another, smaller ladder. Wright picks that up and holds it to his chest as he charges at Bohemoth... and slams it into his back. WRIGHT You see fit to moniker yourself 'Monster'? Hah! Wright brings the ladder down on his opponent again. WRIGHT Look upon you now, pitiable brute! Christian picks Bohemoth up... but Bo fires back with a punch to the gut. And a second. Defensively Wright tries to apply a front facelock, but Bohemoth shrugs him off, quickly getting to his feet and delivering a big boot to the jaw! The shot rocks CW, who stays on his feet but staggers a couple of steps backwards. Picking himself back up, Bohemoth suddenly lets out a low growl and charges, hitting Wright with a football tackle... *KE-RACK!!!!!* ...AND DRIVING HIM BACK INTO THE LADDER, WHICH COMPLETELY FOLDS IN HALF AS CHRISTIAN'S BODY IS SLAMMED AGAINST IT!!!!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COACH :O COLE OH MY GOD! With a look of agony on his face, Christian lays against the mangled ladder with Bohemoth laid out to the side of him catching his breath. Neither man is quick to move, save for Wright's body rolling off of the ladder and to the cold floor. COLE Unbelievable! The ladder broke in half and so too might have Christian Wright's spine! COACH Okay, enough is enough, get somebody back there to help Christian. Bohemoth picks himself back up, discarding the broken ladder. At his feet lies Wright, barely able to move let alone defend himself. Bo isn't done with him yet though and grabs a hold of one of the limp limbs, dragging him through the boiler room by the wrist. Wright's bare back screeches against the floor as he's dragged into position, before being lifted to his feet... and irish whipped into a door leading to the arena's electrics. Hitting the door hard, Wright stumbles out into a clothesline. BOHEMOTH GET UP! Unable to do as he's told Wright tries his best to crawl away instead, getting nowhere fast. Bohemoth stomps him in the back before grabbing a mop, waiting for Christian to get to all fours before *SNAP*ing it across his back. COLE He's just mopping the floor with him now! COACH C'mon, this isn't funny! COLE No, it's payback. And it's been dished out in a big way by Big Bo. Bohemoth walks away from Wright, returning dragging a TABLE by the legs! Setting it, Bohemoth grabs Wright and starts to pick him up. Almost dead weight, Wright falls against the table which is laden with cardboard boxes, a couple of which go flying. After a shot to the back, Bo pulls Wright off the table again and holds him by the head... before getting SURPRISED BY A FACEFUL OF POWDER!! BOHEMOTH AAAAAHHHHH! AH, *bleep!* COACH Yes! COLE Powder right in the eyes. And I don't think Christian brought that with him, I think he stumbled upon it. Who knows what kind of substance that powder is if it was laying around in a boiler room! With Bohemoth temporarily blinded, he falls around trying to reach out and get some sort of feel for where he is. Going back to the table, Wright finds a piece of wood, smashing it over Bohemoth's head! The bigman falls to one knee still pawing at his eyes, while Christian lies in wait, before delivering an STO! COLE Oh! Did you hear the THUD of Bohemoth's head hitting the floor!? COACH I did and I loved it. I'm sure that was music to Mackenzie DeCenzo's ears! Pushing up Wright finds himself just metres away from the exit door... but mere inches away lays Bo's nightstick, and you can guess which Wright goes for. WRIGHT And now, 'Monster'... your preeminent demise! COACH ...yeah, WAFFLE HIM! Grabbing the nightstick, Wright lines Bohemoth up as he gets to his feet and swings with the weapon. Bo sees it coming though, ducking underneath the shot and nailing a punch to the gut. Now Christian doubles over as Bo grabs hold of the nightstick and yanks it out of Wright's hands, quickly clocking him in the forehead with it! COACH NO! That's not fair! COLE You were all for Wright using it! COACH That was different! He was only using it for karmic purposes. Down goes Wright, and seemingly Bo has done enough to appease himself and decides to go for the door. If he can find it through his cloudy vision. But somehow, Wright has enough left to grab desperate hold of Bo's jeans. More irritated than prohibited, Bo turns around and stomps Christian in the head... not once but twice, before pulling his leg away. Now Wright is in trouble, as he's annoyed Bo. Walking off to where the wooden palettes lay, Bohemoth picks up a couple of them and drops them to the small ramp leading to the door. Christian meanwhile has got to all fours and has crawled over. Bohemoth nails him with another kick and pulls him up, looking down at the palettes and smiling. BOHEMOTH Any last words? Wright tries to answer but can't, partly because Bohemoth is taking him up off his feet... *CRAAAACCK!* ...AND DELIVERING THE SPINEBUSTER ONTO THE WOODEN PALETTES!!! The crowd in the arena cheer wildly at what they see, as Wright groans in pain amongst the now broken palettes. Bohemoth meanwhile shrugs Christian off and decides to go for the door. COLE A dominating performance from Bohemoth, gaining retribution in his fight to clear his name. What a war! Bohemoth takes one last look at Christian before opening the door... ...AND GOING DOWN, as he's ambushed by [b]CPA![/b] COLE HEY! Hey, what the hell!? COACH Clear his name? His name is mud Michael and he's about to get ground into the dirt where he belongs! COLE We knew there could be no good from CPA waiting outside the boiler room. This was a set-up! Nailing Bo with a double axehandle, CPA follows him as he stumbles down the ramp. Already having gone through a fight Bohemoth struggles to fight back as CPA takes it to him with heavy right hands. A hard headbutt then sends Bohemoth staggering backwards. CPA runs at Bohemoth with another hard right before wheeling him around, throwing him head-first into the table still stood ready. With Bo hurt, CPA takes a look over to Christian and sees he's in a bad way and not able to take advantage of the opening. So he grabs Bohemoth and looks to put him away more decisively as he sets him in a gutwrench. COLE This is ridiculous, Bohemoth had this match won and now, CPA on the attack! Setting, CPA shows SCARY strength as he muscles up the 280 plus pound Bohemoth for the Dominator. But, Bohemoth manages to escape from Allen's shoulder! Landing on his feet, Bohemoth spins CPA around and scoops him off his feet... ...THEN DRILLS HIM THROUGH THE TABLE WITH A SPINEBUSTER!! COLE BOOM! There goes CPA! COACH Damnit. COLE Nobody can stop the malcontented Monster! Bohemoth picks himself up, shaking off the effects of the surprise attack. Christian is still laid out on the palettes and with CPA now down, there's no-one to stop Bohemoth, as he limps his way up the ramp and exits the door, greeted by Mike Chioda to officially end the match! *DINGDINGDING!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the Boiler Room Brawl... BOOOOOOOOOOOO - HHHHEEEEEEMMMMMOOOOOOTTHHHHHH!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" The crowd in the arena celebrate Bohemoth's victory as he stretches out a twinge in his back. Looking back into the boiler room he surveys the broken bodies laid amongst broken tables and broken palettes, before he heads off leaving them behind. COLE On a night where The Enterprise were looking to put away Bohemoth once and for all, they may just have succeeded in awakening the Monster! COACH I just hope there's somebody guarding Mackenzie right now. There's a pervert on the loose and two men down, somebody get some security back there and guard that woman's life! COLE I think you ought to be worrying about Theodore Moneymaker more than Mackenzie.

Don't worry about being slightly late people. I logged on just now, saw 9 New Messages and wondered what the fuck was going on. For some reason I've got Sep 30th noted down in my mass SWF booking Notepad document rather than the actual Friday deadline. I don't know how the hell I managed that. Anyway, I'll be assembling the show as best possible to hopefully go up tommorrow or Tuesday. I'm pretty sure I don't have quite everything though. Suffice is to say, anyone who's no-showed without a good reason (and if it's a good reason, I'm assuming you'll have already told me it by now, anyone who suddenly shows up after the show's posted with a lame-ass excuse isn't cutting it this time), you're not going to be in the good books. For a long time. Thank you.

To be fair, Kofi could do with a leg-up as much, if not more than Cabana. Difference is, Kofi's already been given the chance to get over with the crowd and succeeded, so all he really needs is to be put back in the spotlight. He hasn't done anything of note since losing the IC Title but he's still popular with the crowd. Sadly, Cabana may never recover from the way he's been debuted, let alone in the space of one segment. This isn't ROH. Give it up.

WRONG! It's now called the Quicken Loans Arena. Leon Rodez vs. Simon Singleton

I always enjoyed the angle with Sunny basically being a golddigger, going with whoever the champs were. That worked well. But at the same time it really highlighted how weak the division was at the same time as aiding it. She was the focus of the division, everyone else was completely in her shadow. Bodydonnas, Godwinns, Smoking Gunns. Phineas got a bit of a boost out of it maybe and maybe it helped Billy on the way to becoming a valuable heel character, but both of those would have lead to tag team splits and not benefited the division at all. The problem now is, it really seems like the majority of teams are put together with a view to splitting them up in the future and potentially making another singles star out of it, as opposed to creating and keeping a team. Every team breaks up eventually, but think of how long the classic tag teams went before doing the break-up angle. Now, the chances of any team staying a team for 2/3 years or more is slimmer and slimmer. I'm counting the days until Carlito turns on Primo already, how are you supposed to get behind them in that case?

Already PMed it, but what the heck. The Cucaracha Kings- Santino Marella- 4m - 4m The Miz- 4.5m - 8.5m Jillian Hall- 2.5m - 11m Manu- 3m - 14m Maria- 2.5m - 16.5m Shelton Benjamin- 5m - 21.5m Hornswaggle- 2m - 23.5m Ricky Ortiz- 3m - 26.5m JBL- 7m - 33.5m Kane- 8m - 41.5m Finlay- 4.5m - 46m Chavo Guerrero- 4m - 50m

we find a frazzled looking Alix Maria Spezia, elbow deep in a pile of books. Literally elbow deep. Strewn across the catering table are dozens of wedding magazines, catalogues, catering menus, with dozens of yellow sticky labels stuck in, on and around various pages. Sat with a pen jammed in her mouth deep in concentration is Alix, eyes moving between pages at a furious speed. As she becomes ever more frantic, the books and notes are suddenly swept off the table and replaced with a small tub of strawberry ice-cream. Without so much as a second thought Alix dives in and starts to eat the ice-cream, barely noticing Jade Rodez-Duncan sitting on the table beside her. ALIX Ooh, goody. JADE Ally, are you okay? ALIX Never better. Could have done with some sprinkles though... ooh, confetti, we need confetti! As Alix goes to pick the books back up off the floor Jade jumps in front of them to stop her. ALIX Sweetie, you're either gonna have to go on a crash crash diet real quick or step a little to the left. JADE Look, Alix, you really need to stop obsessing. ALIX I can't! This is my destiny, I want to live it while I'm not dead, you know! And narcotics are some powerful shit lemme tell ya. Krista's all I can think about. Morning, noon, night, that one second period where the clock goes from 11:59 to 0:00 and nobody's quite sure what day it is, but luckily it only lasts a second so it's not long enough for anyone to panic about. Seriously, I'm beginning to wig out here Jade. I can't sleep properly, I'm not eating right. So much so that I can't even put it down to harmless insomnia or anorexia! I even forgot the lyrics to Gettin Hot In Here last week! That shit's classic and I couldn't even remember the words, I just froze up, right in the middle of a hot costume dance number, in front of thousands of people. Something's not right for sure! Alix hides her despair with a mouthful of strawberry ice-cream. ALIX Why aren't you wearing your cheerleader outfit? JADE Because I'm not wrestling tonight? ALIX Oh. We need to get you a 'not-wrestling outfit' in that case. Jade looks down at herself a little concerned. JADE Why... what's wrong with what I'm weari... look, nevermind that, we're talking about you and Mom here. I haven't known Mom for that long really, but I do know you're not going to get her to do something before she's ready. She's a strong, indipendent... kinda stubborn woman. She is her own woman and she answers to nobody. Only person who's gonna get past that is Maya. Have you not thought to ask her for some advice? ALIX Of course! Man, why didn't I think of that? Go to the smart kid first! It all makes so much sense now! Scowling a little, Jade regrets even bothering to try and help. Just as she's about to leave though, something makes her cower back towards the table. Alix quickly stands up... not to help, but seeing an opportunity to finally collect up her wedding plans again... as into shot walks MEGAN SKYE. Megan walks right up to Jade, who backed up against the side of the table tries not to look too worried, despite the situation. MEGAN If it isn't the Cinderella story of the summer. Bad news, Jade. JADE Wha... what's that? MEGAN I just got out of Josie's office. And she agreed, since I pinned you last week, I'm the number one contender for your Women's Championship. So, you're going to be defending your title against me on Sunday night in Cleveland. One on one. Not looking too surprised about this, Jade does look nervous instead as Megan continues to stand just inches from her, staring right at her, with Alix paying little or no attention. MEGAN Welcome to the big leagues little girl. Megan reaches forward... and to her amusement, Jade flinches as she lightly pats her across the cheek a couple of times and walks off. ALIX Ooh, how catty. You think she'd make a good bridesmaid? JADE Alix! ALIX I know, I'm sorry, it's my problem, not yours. Looking flustered Jade tries to settle herself back down, as we go back to Sofa Central. COLE If Megan is trying to play the intimidation game with Jade, then... COACH Then what? Then she's gonna succeed in turning Jade into a quivering mess? Then she's gonna become new Women's Champ on Sunday? Let's be real one time, Jade ain't got no game. COLE Has anyone ever told you that your grammar is awful? COACH Anyone ever told you yo' Momma be ho'in herself out nationwide?

COLE Let's go backstage to Melissa Nerdly, she's got an update on the condition of Leon Rodez. As we cut to the back, we find Melissa stood outside the trainer's room which is being guarded closely by a member of security. You know, just incase. MELISSA Well, I WILL have an update once this dude steps outta my way. Look, I gotta get in there bub'. SECURITY They're working on someone. MELISSA I know they are. He's my boyfriend. .....huh!? SECURITY Is that so? MELISSA Yeah. Nerdly chick with the microphone? Don't you watch this show or something? SECURITY Of course, I'm sorry. The security guard steps aside and Melissa goes right on in. There, we find a very groggy looking Leon Rodez, laid out on the trainer's bench. The trainer shines a bright light into his eyes and seems happy enough that no lasting damage has been done it would seem. Melissa goes over and barges in while the trainer is busy across the room, placing a comforting hand on Leon's bare chest as he looks around wondering what's going on. LEON Maggie? MELISSA Leon, are you okay? LEON Wha... I'm fine. Just a splitting headache. MELISSA Oh my, that's a relief to hear, because it looked like Reject got you real good out there. Can you try to describe to the people at home what happened, if you're not too hurt? Distracted by the hand on his chest, Leon shifts around a little until Melissa gets the message that there's in-depth reporting and there's crossing the line. LEON I think it was pretty obvious... Reject got me with a Eulogy. After that, I dunno, it's a little hazy at the moment. But I guess I walked right into the trap, didn't I? It's a step up from attacking women, I suppose. MELISSA Well, we're all really glad to hear you're doing okay Leon. Michael, Coach, we're gonna let Leon get some peace now, let's take it back to you guys. Melissa continues to comfort a still dis-orientated Leon as we go back to Sofa Central. COACH Damn, that girl gets results, huh? COLE You could say that, yes.

[IMG=http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii59/KingCucaracha/shirts/matches/leontk.jpg] The arena goes dark as "God Of Thunder" pounds out through the arena. The entrance way lights up yellow, then fills up with yellow smoke, followed by the figure of Thunderkid walking through the smoke. With his half of the Tag Team Titles around his waist, Thunderkid throws a few shadow punches as he makes his way to the ring. BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Green Bay, Wisconsin... he weighs in at two hundred and fifty pounds. Representing The Deadly Alliance, one half of the OAOAST World Tag Team Champions... TTHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUNN - DDEEEEEEERRRRRKKIIIIIIIIIIIIDD!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Thunderkid enters the ring and raises his arms, then starts bouncing back and forth on the spot. COLE So Thunderkid to do his partner's dirty work here tonight on HeldDOWN, as he takes on the man who's been tormented over these past few weeks by Reject's actions, Leon Rodez. Interesting that on the verge of their big Tag Team Title defence this Sunday against Team Heyross, Reject wouldn't accept the match but he was fine with Thunderkid doing so. COACH Hold up, you don't know that Reject [i]wouldn't[/i] accept the match. Thunderkid just got the nod, that's all. COLE Well we all know that Leon Rodez wants Reject. COACH And he'll get him, I'm sure. On Reject's terms. As TK continues to warm up, the crowd come to life as "Rock The Casbah" by Trust Company strikes up. Sweeping his purple and black robe through the entrance, Leon Rodez marches with a purpose to the ring without paying his usual attention to his legions of fans. BUFFER And his opponent! From Grand Rapids, Michigan... weighing in at two hundred, eighteen pounds. A member of The In Crowd... "THE NEW-AGE LOVE MACHINE"... "THE GRAND RAPIDS GOLDEN CHILD"... ladies and gentlemen, "SILKY SMOOTH"... LLLLLLEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOONN... RRRRRRRROOOOOOODDEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZ!!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" In slides Leon, sweeping off his robe ready to go. Unfortunately for him the referee isn't just yet and keeps him back to go over the formalities. COLE You can tell how much Leon is itching for this match to get underway. And I'll tell you, Thunderkid isn't going to back away from a fight. COACH Not a bit. TK's a former Heartland Champ after all, you don't get that without getting your hands dirty. Referee Mike Chioda is able to calm Leon down amongst the hyped atmosphere coming from the crowd, checking him over for foreign objects. He comes up clean as Thunderkid had earlier and finally, we're good to go, as Chioda calls for the opening bell. COLE One fall match, here tonight on HeldDOWN... *DINGDINGDING!* As soon as the bell sounds Leon charges out of his corner and catches Thunderkid completely by surprise as he dives on him swinging wildly! The crowd erupt as Leon nails lefts and rights on Thunderkid in the corner. Leon stomps Thunderkid against the turnbuckles, at least 10 times before breaking away in a rage. LEON COME ON!! "YYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COLE Man Leon has come fired up tonight, as we thought! TK pulls himself up in the corner still wondering what hit him. In rushes Rodez again, causing TK to sidestep. Leon is able to stop himself before hitting the turnbuckles however and turns, nailing Thunderkid with a big forearm shot. TK responds with one of his own. Forearm again from Leon. Forearm from TK. Leon fires back with a combination of three, quick and unreturned and then comes off the ropes. Clothesline is ducked though, TK catching Leon in a waistlock, looking for a german. As he lifts Rodez he's able to tuck forward, taking Thunderkid down like a prawn hold, only to come out of it to his feet and attempt to lock in the Liontamer! Quickly TK shuffles on his back to grab the bottom rope and force the break, then pulls himself between the ropes to keep Rodez backed away. COLE Leon almost had it locked in right there, a stark warning for Thunderkid. COACH Oh he did not, TK's way too powerful to get caught in that. Legs like tree-trunks. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Chomping at the bit Leon is eager to get back at TK and the moment he's back inside he moves in. But Thunderkid has bought enough time and manages to hang Leon up across the top rope as he approaches! Down goes Leon, holding his throat as TK stomps away now. COACH That's what happens when you wrestle with your heart instead of your head. You get caught in a stupid position making a stupid mistake. TK grabs Leon's wrist and delivers a Short Arm Clothesline, covering... 1... 2... No! Scooping Leon off his feet with a double leg pick, Thunderkid marches him across the ring and throws him into a corner. TK goes to work with a succession of bodyshots until referee Mike Chioda reaches five and tells him to get out of the corner. TK does back up, but doesn't care to bring Leon with him. Instead he charges at him with a high knee... AND MISSES! "YYEEEEAAAAAHHHH!" With TK hurting, he falls against the buckles... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and Rodez connects with a knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and a second. COLE We haven't seen Leon quite this physical in some time. He's not in there with Reject but it's the next best thing and he's got Maggie on his mind I'm sure. COACH Yeah, and Melody. And Melissa. And Molly. And Millie. And... COLE Okay, we get it. Wringing the arm, Leon looks to whip TK out of the corner. The Tag Champion reverses out though and pulls Leon forward, right into an impressive gorilla press. It would have been more impressive had Leon not escaped at the apex of the lift, landing behind TK on his feet. Rodez shoves TK forward, catching him coming back with a Standing Dropkick! Cover... 1... 2... No! Hitting the ropes, Leon connects with a flying forearm. Quickly back up, Thunderkid walks into a boot, Leon able to get him up and over with a vertical suplex before heading to the top. COLE High-risk coming up. Reaching the top, Rodez extends waiting for Thunderkid to turn his way, then takes off with a beautiful Flying Crossbody Block... 1... 2 - NO, Thunderkid rolls through, holding Leon in his arms! COLE Oh my would you look at the power! TK carries Leon into position before executing a big Fallaway Slam, hurling him across the ring! COACH Man! Does that man even know his own strength? COLE Leon Rodez is 218 pounds and Thunderkid picked him up and threw him like he was half that! Thunderkid eventually makes the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! As Leon tries to get up, Thunderkid pulls an arm to the side, opening up his chest for a hard punt. Leon crawls to the ropes, using them to back him up as he punches TK in the gut. But TK delivers a kneelift to the chest, then drags Rodez to his feet and throws with an Overhead Belly To Belly Suplex! Crawling over, TK hooks a leg... 1... 2... Kickout! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Backing into a corner, TK waves Leon back to his feet. That plus the crowd's support gets Leon back to a vertical base... right where TK wants him, as he runs out of the corner throwing his trademark Bicycle Ki... NO! Sidestep and a BACKSLIDE... 1... 2... NO! TK delivers a quick boot to regain contol, then runs through Leon with a clothesline. COLE Thunderkid almost caught out there. COLE Yeah but that was desperation. That's all it is for Leon at this point, TK's still got things going his way. With a gutwrench, TK muscles Leon off his feet for the Powerbomb... but Leon manages to escape! Landing on his feet in front, Leon connects with a Rolling Sole BUTT, then hooks hold of TK's head. As he runs to the ropes Rodez gets shoved off though. Stopping himself in the corner, Leon lands a back elbow as TK runs in at him. TK staggers away and Leon follows, suddenly spinning around and connecting on a Step-up Enziguri! The kick knocks TK a little loopy, allowing Leon to grab hold of him, looking for an Exploder... but Thunderkid won't go! After two more attempts Leon still can't get the suplex and TK elbows his way out, switches behind, then DUMPS Leon backwards with a Release German!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Pulling Leon to his feet, Thunderkid looks for the finish and hooks him up for the THUNDERBOLT DDT~!11~... but as he lifts Leon up, he takes a knee to the top of the head in mid-air!! Shaking it off, TK tries again... and again Leon lands a knee from his precarious position! TK breaks off and shoves Leon in the chest to put him into the ropes. A clothesline is ducked on the rebound by Leon, The Silky Smooth One coming off the ropes again and connecting on a rolling clothesline of his own! "YYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" COLE Shack Attack! LEON TK, tell me how my ass tastes? COACH :O Not a question he wishes to answer, an angry TK charges, right into a drop toehold! Jumping to his feet, Rodez then does the jig before hitting the ropes, shooting back... ...and EATING A BICYCLE KICK!!! COACH Oh yeah! Tell me how TK's boot tastes, bitch! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! TK complains about the count, then picks Leon back up. COLE Thunderkid struggling to put Leon away, here on HeldDOWN just three nights away from Zero Hour live on Pay Per View! COACH Well he could do with putting him away soon. This goes much longer and them three nights will be three nights too soon. Setting Leon up again, Thunderkid lifts him looking for the THUNDERBOLT DDT~!1~!! This time though, Leon manages to float right over the top and escape! As TK turns around, Leon spins, looking for another Rolling Sole BUTT... but the foot gets caught and contorted as TK tries to apply an Ankle Lock! Before he get the hold cranked in though, a roll through puts Leon on top, stepping out of the roll-up in search of the Liontamer again! But TK is able to kick Leon off to counter. Rolling through, Leon finds himself backed in a corner and with the Tag Team Champion charging towards him... so he ducks low and counters out of the corner, shoving TK sternum first against the turnbuckles before Slicing some Bread!! COLE FEEDBACK THIS!! Taking a moment's breather, The Grand Rapids Golden Child is urged to cover and does so... 1... 2... NO!! Not wasting time despairing, Leon scoots out to the apron and heads to the top with Thunderkid still down. COLE Leon going up, could it be 450 time? Not just yet, as Thunderkid is up before Rodez can make it to the top. Knocking out Leon's feet, TK delivers right hands to the gut with him sat on the top turnbuckle. TK then steps up to the middle, landing more right hands. A slugfest starts but is quickly won by Thunderkid, who gets a knee up in the breadbasket before hooking hold of Leon's head. COLE Oh no... is Thunderkid doing what I think he's doing? Top rope Thunderbolt!? COACH Looks that way to me. Looking down, TK sets Leon up and tries to re-position himself on the ropes. With Leon now stood up Thunderkid takes a ginger step up onto the top rope, before placing both feet on the highest position of the ring. The crowd murmur with dread as Leon is slowly brought up top as well... ...but before TK can execute, Leon starts to fight back! Short punches to the ribs stun Thunderkid, halting him in his tracks. TK fights back with rights of his own and re-asserts his front facelock. But Leon continues to fight like his life depends on it and he manages to break free again. Caught in a very precarious position that he's not used to, TK wobbles as Leon punches him a couple of times in the head. And then delivers a couple of Bionic Elbows to the top of the skull. With Thunderkid wobbly, Leon then grabs hold of the top turnbuckle to keep himself steady... ...and delivers a Roundhouse Kick... ...SENDING THUNDERKID PLUMMETING TO THE MAT BELOW!! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" COLE Thunderkid comes down hard... and heeeere we go! As TK lands in perfect position, Leon quickly gets his feet... AND DELIVERS THE 450 SPLASH!!!! 1... 2... 3!!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE It's all over! What an impressive victory for Leon Rodez! *DINGDINGDING!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match... "SILKY SMOOTH" LLLLEEEEEOOOOOOONN... RRRRROOOOODDEEEEEEZZZZZZ!!!! Weary from the hard-fought battle he's just gone through Leon is helped up off of TK by referee Chioda, who then raises his hand in victory. Leon struggles to stand fully upright, as he turns to one section of the crowd and salutes the fans... ...blissfully unaware of what lies in wait. *CRACK!!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COLE HEY, what the he- IT'S REJECT!! DAMNIT! Leon drops to the mat after a hard chairshot to the spine, delivering by none other than REJECT who stares down at him. The crowd hurl abuse as Reject continues to stare with sinister intentions at Leon. Referee Chioda yells at Reject to get out of the ring, but a warning swipe of the chair sends him wisely running for cover. "FUCK YOU RE - JECT!" *clap clap clapclapclap* "FUCK YOU RE - JECT!" *clap clap clapclapclap* Not taking his eyes off of Leon, Reject drops the chair on the canvas. He then drops to one knee, watching as Rodez tries to pull himself back up. COLE Come on, get some people out here already, Reject isn't done here! COACH Forget the people, this is payback! COLE Payback!? You've gotta be kidding me! Despite the pleas of the fans Leon does get back up. And as soon as he does Reject grabs him by the shoulder, spinning him around... AND DROPPING HIM WITH THE EULOGY ON THE STEEL CHAIR~!!!!!! "OOOOOOOHHHH - BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" COLE Ugh! Head-first into the chair! Reject stalks over Leon, breathing heavily... ...but before any more damage can be done, QUENTIN BENJAMIN and CHARLIE MOSS sprint to the ring!! "YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Quickly, Reject turns tail and slides out of the ring before the former Tag Team Champions can get a hold of him. Thunderkid gets himself out of the ring too and he and Reject back away, eyes locked with Moss and Benjamin's with threats exchanged between the two teams. Meanwhile Chioda is in to check on Leon who lays flat out on the steel chair. COLE Well thank goodness for Team Heyross, getting out here to run that SOB out of here! Reject's got penance to pay and he might just do that this Sunday night at the hands of Moss and Benjamin! COACH These two morons? They flat out morons, partner! What are they thinking, running out here to save the guy who cost them the World Tag Team Titles? As the threats continue between the Tag Champions and the tag challengers, Benjamin and Moss turn back and look over to Leon for the first time. And with him still yet to have moved, they kneel down to check on him as well.

The worst has to be 2007. Mysterio wins from #2 for some reason, then just loses the title shot to Orton at NWO. Add in all the Eddiesploitation along the way and the fact the 3-way match itself got maybe 7 minutes.

I know Bam's the worst bodyguard in wrestling history, but I think he should be higher than 2.5m. Also, you missed Scotty Goldman.

I thought overall it was one of the better episodes in quite a while. Wasn't really one segment that didn't work. I really enjoyed Punk/Cody for some reason, very good match, even liked it better than Punk/Jericho from last week. Miz/Morrison vs. Cryme Tyme was entertaining all round. Main-event was good, women's match was good, Santino was Santino. Orton is maybe the best character in wrestling at the moment, in the take no bullshit from anyone yet still stay a heel role. Even Kane taking as much offence as he did from someone half his size wasn't damaging considering he actually did something to Mysterio on camera finally. Haas' segment was kinda corny, but yet it worked. And then the upset of Cade getting the relatively clean win in the main-event. Good show.

It kinda need to be just that. Kane needs something to keep his 'monster' aura up, since he's spent the past couple of weeks selling weak looking headscissors and hurricanranas from a guy half his size.

Yeah, I'm in.