King Cucaracha

Hours before Next In Line is set to get underway and the finishing touches are being put to some last minute details by SWF General Manager Toxxic and Commissioner's Assistant (at least when she's in earshot) Megan Skye. Conspicuous by his absense is the Commissioner himself, which would explain the relative calm and organisation at the moment. Megan and Toxxic happily go about their business without the usual distractions and everything seems fine. Of course, if there weren't something about to come along and change that I doubt I'd be so glowing. "...iva Espagna! A-la-lalala-la-la... la-la LA VIVA ESPAGNAAAA!" Draped in the flag of the new European soccer champions Spain, Landon Maddix enters the Commissioner's office with a slightly lopsided smile on his face and a definate lopsided walk. Told you so. "HHEEEYY PARTY PEOPLE!" Toxxic stares at Landon, watching him wobble unsteadily on the spot for a second before turning his head to Megan. "This gonna be the longest night of my life, I can tell..." #"WEEEEEEE are the champions, my frieeeends!"# "...yup." "Landon, don't tell me you've been drinking all night." Megan asks worriedly. "The game finished twelve hours ago." "Now, that... that may be true. But what's also true is that I may be a teensy bit inhe... inerh... inh... a little bit drunk. And you can't tell me that isn't God's will for every man on Earth! You can't preach to me like that man, don't you even think about it! I will smite you! HA! Hey, hey, how's it feel, huh? How's it feel..." Landon wobbles over to Toxxic. "...knowing that you didn't even qualify! You... you must be PISSED man! For real!" "Looks like I ain't the only one." Landon slumps on his desk, going through a curious routine of trying to cross his legs successfully without falling off the edge. Eventually he gives up on that task and just sits uncrossed with that same inhebriated smile. "So, you know what he's like after a couple of 'sangrias'." drawls Toxxic towards Megan. "Is he likely to have sobered up by the time the show starts?" "AH! The show!" Landon suddenly blurts out. "Yes, uh, how about we have a match inside a SWIMMING POOL! But... butbutbutbut... *sniggers uncontrollably*... WE TAKE ALL THE WATER OUT!! Oh and we should get that guy who's head was a HAMBURGER! Megan, get the number for that guy who's head was a HAMBURGER wouldya! He... he knew what was up. Oh my. Now, I also think I should be in the main-event... no, no, hear me out right, because I've been hearing a lot of good things about me and I think I should give me a chance to impress me... or I... or, something." ... "So that's how Dance Dance Dragon got a contract!" announces Toxxic in a eureka moment. "I'm really sorry about this." Megan says in embarrassment as she tries to haul Landon off the desk and out of the room. "I'll get him sobered up as quickly as I can." "Ooh, is-is-is that a promise now? I like where this is going..." "Don't worry about it Megan. If the past's anything to go by, he won't be like this for another 44 years." Megan finally barges her unsteady boss out of the door and as the muffled sounds of Viva Espagna echo through the empty hallways outside, Toxxic sighs and shakes his head. "God knows how many more years it's gonna be before I can act like that. Fuckin' England."

We actually got WCW over here around this sort of era, so I vaguely remember nWo 2000. When you think about how poorly the nWo revival went in the WWF, consider that was another two years on and in a promotion where it was fresh, it's probably no wonder an nWo revival after what had to be less than a year didn't work. Let alone that Jeff Jarrett seemed to be placed as the leader (and I'm not anti-Jarrett, he was just the wrong guy). Seeing Three Count mentioned, does their run as Hardcore Champion, singular not plural, fall under Sullivan or Russo? Infact, the WCW Hardcore Championship, period. What a worthless belt.

Zack, still working on this but won't be around tonight. I'll add to it tommorrow morning and then you're free to do the rest if you're still available. Sorry if that's a problem.

Me neither. Postponement anyone?

BUFFER At this time, the rules of War Games. War Games consists of nine periods, with the 1st period lasting 5 Minutes. All other periods with last for 2 Minutes. The first member of each team, as specified earlier in the night, will enter the ring and the first period will begin. At the end of the five minute period, the team which wins the referee's coin toss will send in a second man, giving their team a 2 to 1 advantage. Two minutes there after, the opposing team sends in their second man, evening the odds. After period 3, the winners of coin toss sends in their third man. Teams alternate during the remaining periods until all eight men have entered War Games, at which point, The Match Beyond shall begin! The only way to win is via Submission or Surrender! There will be no pinfalls, no countouts and no disqualifications. War Games only ends when a combatants makes any one member of the opposing team surrender. BUFFER Wrestling fans, ARE YOU READY? "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER Minneapolis, Minnesota... ARE... YOU... rrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEAAAADDYY!? "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER Then, for the thousands in attendance and the millions watching around the world on syndicated television... ladies and gentlemen... LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLET'S GET READY TO RRRRRRRRRRRRRUMBLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! After a conference on the outside the two teams pick their opening entrants. Despite the match being Team Sommers versus Team Cone, it seems to be Landon doing most of the talking on his side of the ring. Eventually, it ends up with Nathaniel Black as the nominated opener, entering the ring with encouraging slaps on the back from Blonde and Maddix. "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" As soon as Black enters the cage door, he sees ZACK MALIBU stepping into Ring One for Team Sommers to a roaring reception. COLE And how about this, Zack Malibu kicking it off for Team Sly! COACH Talk about opening with a heavy hitter. COLE Stamina will surely be a factor for those who enter War Games early and you've got two great athletes to start. Zack has been in War Games before, he's been in epic encounters before. Black very well-conditioned, but it's going to be interesting to see how the European mat technician adapts to this cage warfare! *DINGDINGDING!* The bell officially sounds and the first five minute period begins. "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" It's a cagey start (no pun intended!) as Black and Zack both try and lure the other into their ring. After a couple of fakeouts and some false starts, eventually Zack decides to take the hit and enters Ring Two, getting predictably jumped on the way in. COLE Black winning the mini battle of wills right there. Black pounds away on Malibu's back with forearms repeatedly. Pulling him upright, Black then delivers a hard forearm shiver before sending him across the ring with an irish whip. Zack bounces back but ducks underneath a Lariat attempt. A back elbow also misses the mark and Zack then explodes off the ropes with a double leg takedown before mounting Black with right hands. Covering up, Black is able to shove Malibu away and get back to his feet. Zack backs him into a corner though and tees off with some more right hands. Defensively the Englishman goes low, looking to pick a leg. Zack evades though... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and connects with a hard knifedge chop as Black gets back to his feet! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and a second chop. Shaking them off, Black grabs a hold of Zack, switching him into the corner before unloading with a series of three European uppercuts. Only for Malibu to shrug them off, switch... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and respond with three knifedges! COLE We've got two hard hitters here and win no pinfalls and no submissions just yet, they've got the best part of five minutes left to battle it out man to man. COACH Well I don't think Zack wants to battle too long with Nat Black. He best start hitting and moving. Black walks out of the corner, luring Malibu after him then striking with a forearm to intercept him. Back staggers Zack, but he uses the ropes behind him to launch back with a forearm of his own. After the initial dis-orientation of the strike Black shakes his head 'no', showing he's not adversely affected for long. The two proud warriors suddenly square up and go face to face for a second... ...and then both launch into simultaneous headbutts, trying to catch each other out and in the end catching each other flush in the forehead!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE OH! Like two rams they BUTT heads and we could hear that skull on skull contact over here at Sofa Central! COACH That wasn't a real smart idea at this point in the match. I mean, that wasn't a real smart idea ever. But, at this rate, what kind of shape are these two gonna be in by the end of this five minutes? That could easily have been a concussion or two dished out. Both men are slow to their feet and clearly feeling the effects. Zack reaches his feet first but seems unsteady, taking a moment's pause to get his bearings. Using the ropes, Black gets back up to find himself stared down by Zack. Despite throbbing heads they come together again and do battle trading forearms now! The Minneapolis crowd are behind each shot, first Black, then Zack, going back and forth. Eventually the shots take their toll and the exchange slows down, despite the encouragement from the team-mates on the floor. Zack gets a sudden shot of adrenaline and hits the ropes, looking to wipe Black out with his leaping lariat. The wily Englishman ducks out of the way just in time though, causing Zack to land awkwardly. Behind him, Black sees an opportunity and lunges forward, aiming for the knee with a chopblock... but Malibu avoids it with a well-timed spin and the Englishman sprawls forward empty-handed. COLE Another stand-off! Man, if Black'd connected on that chopblock Zack and Team Sommers as a whole would be in big trouble! COACH That's what Black needs to be doing, picking a bodypart. These two are taking a lot out of each other so far, Black needs to try and go to the ground where he's most comfortable in my opinion. COLE What a battle we're seeing in this opening period of War Games. Realising how close he came to being hobbled Zack now moves a little more cautiously as Black climbs back up again. The pace slows back down again as the two inch towards each other looking for an opening. Eventually they find their way into a collar and elbow tie-up. Black grabs a side headlock, only for Zack to roll to the side and throw him away. "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" Black comes right back and another lock-up ensues. This time Black finds his way out behind with a hammerlock. Not liking where that's leading to, quickly Zack takes Nathaniel off his feet with a drop toehold. Zack then scrambles back to his feet to safety leaving Black frustrated on the canvas. COLE It's clear that's what Black's looking for now. He's trying to attack a bodypart and try to soften Zack up for later. COACH It's only gonna be a submission that ends this bad boy. And when you're talking submissions, there's few better in the OAOAST at setting them up than Nat Black. Again the two men are careful to rush in after the heavy strikes they've exchanged so far. They inch in towards a lock-up before lunging towards each other. Only one of them goes for the lock-up this time however. That man isn't Nathaniel Black who instead locks his fingers around Zack's facial features and rakes his eyes! Landon shows his appreciation for that one with a beaming smile from the floor. A forearm rocks Zack into a corner, where the Englishman starts to unload with a succession of bodyshots. But even with the sting of an eyerake lingering Zack isn't one to back down and he starts firing off open handed palm strikes to disorientate Nathaniel and regain the advantage! COLE Zack Malibu showing the grit and determination that earned him the moniker The Modern Day Warrior during his time in Japan! Wringing the arm, Zack sends Nathaniel corner to corner with an irish whip. Avoiding a collision with the turnbuckles the Englishman steps up onto the middle turnbuckle and uses his landing as momentum to charge right through Zack with a hard forearm strike! Zack is turned head over heels from the force and lies facedown with Cucaracha Internacional applause showering Black from the arena floor. Black smiles, places a foot on the back of Zack's head and watching him squirm around like a bug. The members of Team Sommers start to look a little more concerned at this point. COACH Looks like Nathaniel's finally got the upperhand. And he's got Zack down, right where he wants him, flat on his face on the mat. COLE This has certainly been a very physical opening to this year's War Games. But now Black will look to dictate the pace with the coin-toss fast approaching. Black finally drops a knee across the neck of The Franchise, causing him to writhe in pain. The Englishman then turns to one section of the Minneapolis crowd and flips them the 'v'-sign. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Measuring Malibu, Black drives his boot into the side of the head. And a second time. Rolling near the far side of the cage wall Zack then finds himself in a bad position, as Black charges in again... *CLANG!* ...but he kicks nothing but steel as Zack thankfully pulls his head clear of contact just in time! COLE That was a close call right there. COACH No kidding, if that double headbutt didn't cause a concussion then that probably would have. Not dwelling on his miss, Black re-targets the neck of Malibu as he traps him in a cravat 3/4 headlock. Cue much confusion on the outside from Landon, as he turns to Megan and asks "hey, didn't I use to do that a lot?" That he did, but probably not as effectively as Black who twists the neck to one side forcing Zack down to one knee with a pained grimace on his face. Black tightens up on the hold with plenty of leverage standing over Zack. He then flashes a confident smile over to the rest of Team Sommers, which doesn't go down well. Black seems happy enough though and content enough to hang onto the modified headlock for the rest of the five minute period. "LET'S GO ZACK!" "LET'S GO ZACK!" "LET'S GO ZACK!" "LET'S GO ZACK!" The support of the crowd fuels the popular Franchise though and with fists clenched he starts to climb to his feet. Black holds onto the cravat, but finds an open palm thrust into his midsection. And a second. And then a third. Doubled over a little, Black recovers quickly and tightens up the hold again. Zack fires right back with three more open thrusts though before dragging the Englishman over! COLE Nice escape from Zack. But the damage may have been done. Rolling back to his feet, Black walks in as Zack comes ROARING... ...ELBOW DUCKED! Black avoids the attack and hooks Malibu up, looking for a back suplex. Up and over the back goes Zack though, landing on his feet and snaring Black, looking for the Angle Slam! Black immediately senses trouble and thrusts downwards with elbows into the neck to fight Zack off. He then hooks Zack up and executes a Half Hatch Suplex! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Off the ropes, Black then looks to follow with a big kneedrop... but finds nobody home! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE Black misses the knee and ends up jamming it straight into the mat, that could be a costly mistake from the Brit! Cone throws his hands up in frustration, as Black hobbles to his feet. Sneaking up behind Malibu takes advantage as he kicks Black's leg out from under his... uh, leg! Black is quickly back up, but his leg is quickly kicked out from underneath him a second time. And a third time Black hobbles up only to have the knee kicked out! COLE And now it's [i]Zack[/i] targetting a bodypart! He saw his opening and he's got no qualms about taking it, this is War Games after all! COACH If anybody knows that then it'd be Zack I guess. Away into a corner hobbles Black, followed close behind by Malibu. Zack hangs the right knee up over the middle rope and delivers a hard kick to the inner thigh muscle! Still with the leg hung up Black is then further penned in as Zack climbs the middle turnbuckle and extends a fist to the crowd... "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" "TEN!" After the ten right hands, Zack looks up above his head at the cage roof and an idea pops into his head. Grabbing onto the mesh roof he pulls himself upright onto the top rope. Using the roof for balance, he then places his foot on Black's throat in a blatant but ultimately legal choke! COACH Plus, we all know Zack's not above breaking the rules when it suits him! Look! COLE Zack Malibu doing what it takes, whatever it takes, here at The Great Angle Bash! Zack jumps back down into the ring and Black finally pulls himself out of the corner. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" Another knifedge rocks Black, before Zack goes downstairs to trip the knee. Taking him over to the ropes, Zack hangs the foot across the bottom rope and drives all his bodyweight across the knee joint. As this is happening, things are heating up on the floor as the two referees come together to get the coin-toss out of the way. Charles Robinson and Mike Chioda keep the two teams from coming to blows while Nick Patrick is in charge of the flip itself. Getting the call, Phoenix picks 'heads'... ...and HEADS IT IS, to an over-dramatic fist-pump from Landon! COLE And that is bad news for Zack Malibu. Cone gives Sommers a smug smile as the two teams are directed back over to their corners, with James Blonde stripping off his fancy entrance coat and being given a peptalk from La Cucaracha. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the coin toss... TEAM PHOENIX... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" BUFFER Team Pheonix have the advantage and will send the next entrant into War Games! COLE So Cone and Cucaracha Internacional will have the man advantage and from the looks of it, James Blonde is going to be on his way in imminently. Which will come as big relief for Nathaniel Black from the ways things are going right now. COACH And big delight for James Blonde. He finally gets his hands on Zack Malibu after all this time! COLE And Zack will get his hands on Blonde after everything he's been running his mouth about these past few weeks. Actually, I'm kinda surprised Blonde would volunteer to go in before Faqu, considering how many times he's fed him to Zack recently. With Blonde continuing to get the peptalk from his mentor, in the cage Zack pulls Black out of Ring Two and to the aprons, then throws him into Ring One. COLE That's a smart strategy from Zack, taking the action as far away from where James Blonde will enter as possible. COACH So, running from him in other words? COLE I wouldn't call it 'running' Coach. He creating space so he doesn't get jumped from behind in twenty seconds time. Zack enters Ring One with Black and absorbs a forearm shot to the gut, pulling the Englishman to his feet and firing off a hard kick to the back of the right knee. Another kick further hobbles Black, allowing Zack to hit the ropes. Black manages to duck underneath a clothesline, but Malibu keeps on running and comes off the opposite set of ropes, taking flight and delivering a Leaping Lariat to knock his man down. :10 :09 The countdown is on for James Blonde, smiling confidently... :08 ...less so as he sees Zack Malibu standing tall in Ring One... :07 ...and even less so as Zack Malibu begins to leave Ring One and enter Ring Two in preparation for his former friend's arrival! COACH Wait a minute... what happened to creating space!? COLE I think Zack just created some. He's gotten Nathaniel Black out of the way and for the time being at least, it's going to be Zack versus Blonde, one on one! :06 :05 :04 :03 All the peptalking in the world isn't going to help James Blonde's confidence now as Zack drops into a crouched position and waves JB on with a smile on his face! Blonde's eyes bug a little and all of Landon's words fall on deaf ears... :02 ...as Blonde frantically waves Faqu over and points him into the ring! :01 *BZZT!* BUFFER Now entering War Games, representing Team Phoenix, one third of the OAOAST World 6-Man Tag Team Champions... "THE SAMOAN WRECKING BALL"... FFFAAAAAA - QQUUUUUUUU!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE You've got to be kidding me! With an encouraging pat on the back from Blonde, Faqu enters and the door padlocks shut behind him to a little trepidation from Landon. Blonde claims a touch of cramp when quizzed by James Cone about why he didn't get in like he was supposed to, then changes the subject quickly by shouting words of encouragement to Faqu. COLE Well, Faqu is in now and somehow I don't think it was in the gameplan of Cone and Cucaracha Internacional to have the big Samoan going in at number two. He's a dangerous man in any environment but will stamina play a factor? COACH That's what they want you to think Michael. They want you to get a false sense of security, then BAM, they sick the psycho Samoan on ya! They fooled everybody, brilliant! COLE Oh yeah, I could have sworn James Blonde was all ready to enter War Games until he saw Zack Malibu waiting to shut his big yap and bottled it. They sure got me, huh! COACH They sure did. Faqu and Zack stand off with Zack wise to keep half an eye out behind him. For now though it's just him and the big Samoan. And eventually the big Samoan comes to life, beating his chest with a primative roar before charging Zack... but he weaves behind Faqu's wild lunge and strikes hard and fast with open handed strikes, upstairs and downstairs, anywhere open on the bigman. Faqu is rocked but is also fresh, able to come back with a surprise knee to the gut. A clubbing forearm to the back drops Zack to one knee. As does a second. Zack shows some fight with a right hand to the midsection. But Faqu pulls him up to his feet a second later and clasps his hands around the throat with a blatant choke! COLE Zack got caught! Look at the crazed look in the eyes of Faqu as he attempts to squeeze the life out of his former friend! COACH Faqu might just choke Zack out for the next two minutes. That'd be cool. Backed up against the ropes, Zack's eyes are bulging from the force being put on his windpipe. Both Landon and Blonde encourage him to keep choking, Cone looking satisfied with things as well. That is until Zack realises these are desperate times... *CHING* "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...and resorts to desperate measures with a KICK BELOW THE BELTLINE!! COLE Even a wild Samoan has a weakness downstairs! Faqu doubles over in pain and Zack takes a second to replenish his lungs, before grabbing hold of Faqu's braided hair... *CLANG!* "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!" ...before launching him FACE-FIRST INTO THE CAGE WALL!! COLE Zack's gonna bring the steel into play! Faqu bounces off the mesh, right back towards Zack. A boot to the gut this time doubles Faqu up, Zack taking the Samoan for the ride right across the ring... *CLANG!* "YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" ...INTO ANOTHER SIDE OF THE CAGE!! COACH HE'S STILL UP THOUGH! Shaken by the collisions with the steel Faqu comes to a stop, eyes rolling. He soon gets his senses back though and starts beating his chest authoratively again! Not concerned, Zack delivers another boot and goes on another run with Faqu trailing by the hair... *CLANG!* ...INTO THE THIRD WALL HE GOES... ...and after some wobbling and some arm waving to try and keep his balance, DOWN HE GOES, to the despair of his team-mates on the floor!! "YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE Zack has felled the Samoan Wrecking Ball! COACH Yeah, with a lowblow and three trips into the cage, big deal! COLE It is a big deal, because Zack's got under two minutes until the odds are even and so far he's playing this 2 on 1 disadvantage about as well as he possibly could! Faqu climbs back to his feet, still wobbly on his feet which isn't helped by a Zack Malibu right hand to the temple. Zack nails him with another right. And another. Falling into the corner, Faqu is seeing stars right about now. Zack climbs the middle rope in front of him and balls up the fist once more... "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" ...before he can get to eight, Zack spots Nathaniel Black trying to leave Ring One and jumps off the top rope, catching him on the ring aprons with a double axehandle! Down goes Black, getting rolled back into Ring One by Zack who promptly re-enters Ring Two to stay on Faqu. COLE I can't believe how well Zack is dealing with this two on one situation. He made a crucial move in isolating Black in Ring One before Faqu came in, but he hasn't forgotten about his other opponent entirely. COACH Well Zack obviously had a strategy and it's paying off, so far. After some shoulder thrusts to the midsection, Zack delivers a European uppercut on The Samoan Wrecking Ball leaving him winded in the corner. Zack backs away across the ring into the opposite corner, before charging back in with a corner clothesline. Turning Faqu so his chin rests on the top turnbuckle, Malibu then backs away again, whipping up the support of the Minneapolis crowd. From the opposite corner he charges again, taking off with both knees... ...Faqu moves, avoiding the Zack Attack 2... but Zack adjusts in mid-air, landing with his feet safely on the middle rope! Zack breathes a sigh of relief before taking off again, twisting in mid-air with a crossbody block... CAUGHT! To a groan from the crowd, The Franchise is caught with ease in the arms of Faqu! Zack kicks and struggles to try and fight free. To no avail, Faqu throwing him up onto his shoulders... only for Zack to slide free of a Samoan Drop attempt... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and rock Faqu with a knifedge chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" And another one! Faqu struggles to fight back, but Zack's attention is caught by Nathaniel Black again. A knee prevents him from entering Ring Two, but the distraction proves costly as when Zack returns to open more fire Faqu is waiting with a sudden thrust to the throat! COACH Like I said, 'so far'. The reeling Malibu falls against the ring ropes, right where Black is laying. And The Englishman quickly adds to his woes by hanging his throat up across the top rope from the aprons! COLE And the numbers game looks to have finally caught up with Zack. But the good news is, we're under thirty seconds until the next member of Team Sommers can enter. Zack falls at Faqu's feet, feet which are soon stomping down on his chest. In comes Black to join in and things suddenly look bleak for The Franchise. Together Black and Faqu stomp away until the Englishman calls a halt. They then pick Zack off the canvas, lining him up... and delivering a Double Headbutt! "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" COACH The crowd are behind him, but the odds are against him! COLE Not for long though. As Black and Faqu continue to double-team the downed Zack, the countdown continues to tick down. Faqu places his bare foot across Zack's throat, Black stomping away on the ribs at the same time, only stopping to berate the crowd. With some advice from the outside the double-teaming stops though, Blonde pointing out the clock to his 6-Man Tag Team Championship partners and warning there's a fresh man on the way. :10 :09 :08 Faqu stays on Zack, pulling him up on the ropes and delivering another hard Samoan headbutt. His partner watches on with a smile, unable to resist one last kick to the gut on The Franchise. :07 :06 :05 With time running down Black then starts to leave, running through instructions to Faqu... :04 :03 :02 :01 *BZZT!* ...as the door to Ring One opens and LEON RODEZ makes his way in! BUFFER Now entering War Games for Team Sommers... "SILKY SMOOTH" LLEEEEEOOOOONN RODEZ!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Black is right there to meet Leon on the way in, looking to jump him straight away. But Leon is able to go to the gut to fight Black off, making it in through the ropes and unloading with quick jabs. The crowd are behind each shot as Leon backs Black up into the ropes, whipping him across Ring One and connecting with a standing dropkick! COLE Leon showing no fear on his re-introduction with the War Games, less than two years after that career threatening neck injury he suffered at the hands of one of his partners tonight, Todd Cortez. Grabbing hold of Black by the head, Leon points off to one side of the cage and asks the fans if they want it. The delay allows Black to stun him with a forearm to the gut though. Black raises a knee up into the face, following Leon as he falls against the ropes and attempting to grind his face into the steel mesh. Leon gets his hands in front of his face and blocks though, avoiding damage to his valuable face long enough to raise his knee and catch Black in the gut to fight him off. COACH I guess you've got to admire Leon for getting into this match, with the way things are right now. COLE What's that supposed to mean? COACH Well, the guy's onto a good thing. After tonight though, there might be NO Nerdlys who find him attractive anymore! COLE Oh, let's not start with that tonight Coach, please. Leon lies in wait for Black to approach him... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...scoring with a knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and another one. Black is getting mighty tired of those by now and goes to the gut with a knee, grabbing hold of Leon and attempting to run him into the cage. With a quick spin Leon is able to reverse and send Black off the ropes again though. On the rebound, the Brit is caught with an Inverted Atomic Drop, then knocked down with a clothesline. COACH Yay Leon! Do it Maggie! Or, is it Melody? COLE I said enough! With Black down, Leon leaves Ring One and heads to Ring Two to help out Zack. Faqu is busy putting the feet to Zack again in a corner and doesn't see Rodez coming, despite the warning from his partners. Diving onto Faqu's back Leon latches on trying to apply a sleeper hold. Faqu tries to fight him off and backs up, bouncing the back of Leon's head off of the cage. Not with enough force to fight him off though. Leon hangs on with the sleeper still, determined to put Faqu out. Backing up again, Faqu this time finds the corner... and Zack Malibu, who gets sandwiched behind both Faqu and Leon's combined bodyweight! Zack drops onto his BUTT in the corner, as Faqu backs up a third time to drive Leon's lower back into the top turnbuckle above him. Down goes Leon too and both he and Zack end up piled in the corner against the bottom turnbuckle. COLE Uh-oh. COACH Oh, this might not end well. Eyes lighting up, Faqu backs away from his two opponents as they sit in perfect position! Landon and Blonde encourage their Samoan Wrecking Ball to charge and he's ready to do just that, with a beat of the chest and a hop out of the corner... FAQU SAMOAAAAAAAAA... ...BUT LEON AND ZACK MOVE OUT OF THE WAY OF THE BUTT SMASH!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Nobody home! Zack and Leon able to haul each other clear of danger and Faqu hits nothing but turnbuckles! Faqu staggers out of the corner... into a DOUBLE HIPTOSS!! COLE What power, combined or otherwise! Into Ring Two comes Nathaniel Black, but Zack sees him coming and dives to meet him. As he works away on the Englishman, Leon stays with Faqu and locks the sleeper hold on again to try and put him out. Faqu flails around looking for an escape, while Zack avoids a lariat attempt from Black and hooks HIM in a sleeper as well! COLE Dueling sleeper holds! The former World Tag Team Champions are on the same page right here! COACH Come on guys, hold on, just another minute! Faqu seems to be going down but Black doesn't stay in his sleeper for long as he's able to sandwich Zack into a corner to escape. The Englishman wisely clubs Leon in the back to break the other sleeper as well. But a charge in the corner proves ill-advised, Zack sidestepping before pulling Black out of the corner for a schoolboy, knowing full well that pinfalls don't matter as he transitions into a Half Crab on the right knee he worked on earlier! Black holds his head in pain, hoping for a returned favour from Faqu. Before he can get over to save however, Faqu is pulled back by Leon and caught with a jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! Rodez turns to blowing the kiss, but as he turns back Faqu suddenly rushes him looking for a clothesline. Ducking underneath, Leon watches Faqu back off the ropes and sidesteps... *CLANG!* "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" ...GUIDING HIM INTO THE STEEL CAGE AGAIN!! COLE Samoan or not, you can only take so many head on collisions with steel like that. Faqu falls to a knee and goes right back into the sleeper hold from Leon! Black has found the ropes in the half crab meanwhile, but ropebreaks don't mean a thing and he stays trapped in the hold. :10 :09 :08 COLE We're under ten seconds until Team Phoenix regain their man advantage. :07 :06 And it can't come a moment too soon for the team-members inside the cage. Zack finally gives up on the half crab but the damage has been done on Black. :05 :04 The damage is now being done to Faqu, as Zack lays in kicks while Leon hangs on with the sleeper. :03 :02 :01 COACH Here we go, who is it? *BZZT!* No false starts this time, as James Blonde belatedly enters the fray. COLE Well whaddya know! BUFFER Now entering War Games, representing Team Phoenix... World 6-Man Tag Team Champion, "THE TRENDSETTER" JAMES BLONDE!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Blonde climbs in with all the eagerness he lacked earlier, possibly because Zack Malibu has his back turned on him. And sure enough, that eagerness disappears as Blonde gets caught in the act going for a double axehandle! BLONDE :O COLE Well, better late than never! Holding up his hands Blonde tries to beg off from Zack and make friends... uh, again. Zack seems willing to listen to what Blonde has to say, if only out of strange curiousity, before he eventually grabs a hold of Blonde's blond locks... *CLANG!* ...AND TOSSES HIM HEAD-FIRST INTO THE STEEL CAGE!!!! Blonde writhes around in pain before rolling to his knees, face in horror as he realises he's BUSTED WIDE OPEN!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH OH NO! COLE It's just going from bad to worse for The Trendsetter! Blonde again tries to beg for mercy, but Zack is having none of it and grabs a side headlock before pounding away at the open wound with right hands! Landon is apaplectic on the floor as he watches his understudy get drilled with right hands, before Zack lets go and the blood starts flowing freely! Away rolls Blonde to the safety of the ring aprons, Zack forced to fight off Nathaniel Black limping towards him with kicks. Black shoves Zack away and throws a clothesline, but Zack ducks his head and backdrops Black out onto the two ring aprons with his partner, just as Faqu starts to climb to his feet with Leon on his back. COLE It's The Usual Suspects versus the World 6-Man Champions and so far it's Zack and Leon in the ascendency! A boot from Zack catches Faqu, allowing Leon to let go of the sleeper and land safely on his feet. Zack then delivers a right hand. Backed up with a jab from Leon. Right hand from Zack! A jab from Leon! Right hand! A jab! Right hand! A jab! Leon and Zack stop, Faqu rocking between them. They look at each other for a second, before both turning to blow a kiss to the crowd... *SMACK!* *SMACK!* ...AND CONNECTING WITH STEREO ENZIGURIS TO KNOCK FAQU DOWN!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Usual Suspects Said Knock You Out! COACH Laaaame! Asking how he did, Zack gets a "B minus" for his efforts from Rodez. Figuring that's at least a pass Zack shrugs his shoulders and invites Leon to join him for a DOUBLE PESCADO, out onto the aprons to wipe out Blonde and Black respectively!! "US - UAL SUS - PECTS!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* "US - UAL SUS - PECTS!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* Leon works the crowd up, while Zack stays with the business at hand and walks Blonde over to the cage WHERE HE GRINDS HIS ALREADY BLOODY FACE AGAINST THE STEEL!! Howls of pain cry out from Blonde's mouth until Zack lets him go, letting him sadly slide to his knees. Behind all this, Leon starts to pick Black up, only to get a headbutt in the ribs for his trouble! As Leon doubles over, Black then smiles and pulls him into a standing headscissors! COLE Oh no... not this! COACH Yes, it's dejá vu all over again, just like Landon promised! To screams from the Minneapolis crowd Black elevates Rodez up for the piledriver on the aprons... ...but Zack nails him from behind with a double axehandle, to save Leon! COLE That was visions of last War Games for Leon right there. But thankfully Zack Malibu was there to save his partner's neck... literally. COACH Yeah, pity he wasn't there a year and a half ago as well, eh? Zack and Black take their fight into Ring One, trading shots as Leon composes himself again on the aprons. Disaster averted, he turns his attentions to James Blonde. The Trendsetter has pulled himself back up to his feet but rests against the cage wall between the two rings. Running down the aprons, Leon gives him a closer contact with that cage wall as he strikes him with DOUBLE KNEES AGAINST THE STEEL!!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COLE Boy, James Blonde can't catch a break so far! He would have been better chickening out again and staying on the floor. Hey, there's an idea! COACH Shut up. In Ring One, Black catches Zack with a surprise takedown and applies an STF! Unaware of this, Leon goes back into Ring Two... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and nails Faqu with a knifedge chop as he gets to his feet. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" And another one. Faqu stays up, so Leon takes off into the ropes and attacks the knee with a chopblock! COLE Great idea from Leon. COACH Yeah, but I'm pretty sure if anyone's quitting tonight, it won't be Faqu. Quit isn't in his vocabulary. COLE What IS in his vocabulary? COACH A ton of stuff! Just because he's not speaking English, you make out like he's a moron? COLE Only thing I can remember him saying as 'BLAAAAHHHH' so far. COACH You racist. Cue awkward silence... :10 ...and the countdown! :09 :08 :07 :06 Black still hangs onto the STF despite Zack's attempts to break his grip, pulling back on the head to take the fight out of Zack. Across in the other ring, Leon rains down right hands on Faqu who stays rooted on one knee. And James Blonde just slumps against the cage, bleeding. :05 :04 :03 COLE The 6-Man Champions not faring too well so far and now worse news, the odds are about to be evened up again! :02 :01 *BZZT!* The door to Ring One opens and to the surprise of many, it's team captain SLY SOMMERS who bursts in past referee Chioda. BUFFER Now entering War Games, representing Team Sommers... the Team Captain, SSSLLLLLYYYYY SSOOMMEEERRRRRSSSSS!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Quick as a flash Sly goes for Nathaniel Black, landing a boot to the head that breaks the STF on Zack. Sly continues to stomp away and forces Black to roll away into a corner to try and get away. COLE How about this? Sly Sommers saving Zack Malibu! COACH And Sly Sommers, in at third spot for his team. Didn't see that coming. COLE Well Sly's got a lot of speedy attacks and above all he's a competitor, you can never take that away from him. Sly wants competition. COACH Well he's gonna get it tonight that's for sure. Pulling himself up in the corner, Black is kicked away at by the relentless Sommers, who then changes up right hands. Sly then sends Black for the ride, corner to corner. Hitting the turnbuckles hard, Black is then caught with a clothesline to sandwich him back into the buckles. Sly then brushes him aside, vaulting over the top rope and knocking Blonde back into the cage with a clothesline on the aprons! COACH What the hell is everybody's problem with JB!? Uncool! Sly goes back after Black, finding Zack about to do the same. Together, with just a little hint of tension, Sly and Zack grab an arm a-piece and send Black off the ropes with a double irish whip. Linking arms, they miss a double clothesline though. Sly breaks off first... and gets LEVELLED with a brutal standing Lariat, turning him INSIDE OUT! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" On his toes, Black evades Zack and nails him with a Lariat for his troubles as well! COLE Two devestating clotheslines and that might just turn the tide a little. Or at least stem the flow, because Team Phoenix wasn't looking too healthy up until that point. The man himself, James Cone, seems to have become more vocal now with Sly in the match and encourages Black to stay on the opposition captain. Black instead changes rings though, going over to Ring Two to jump Leon Rodez from behind. COACH And now Leon's in big trouble. Black works over Leon with forearms while Faqu gets a chance to recover. Irish whip sends Leon off the ropes, Black going downstairs to the midsection with a well placed headbutt. He then gets the heck out of the way, as Faqu motors forward with a well placed clothesline to take Leon off his feet! Off the ropes, Faqu then follows up with a MAMMOTH Legdrop, engulfing Leon's head!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Getting back to his feet Faqu beats his chest before being directed to Ring One by Black. The Englishman is happy to take over on the downed Rodez, letting Faqu go after Zack and Sly. COLE Faqu is on the warpath and that is bad news for Team Sommers. But I still wonder how much stamina he's going to have by the end of this match. COACH Don't you worry about that. Worry about what's going to be left of the bodies surrounding him by then. COLE Well, both teams now with two men left to enter. COACH Unless you count Todd Cortez, [i]Cucaracha Internacional member[/i], that is. COLE I don't know if I buy into all that. I'm sure Landon would like the seeds of doubt to be sewn amongst his partners, but I doubt very much that Cortez is going to be helping Landon out any time soon. COACH He'd better start doing that soon. He's long enough overdue. Entering Ring One, Faqu measures Zack on his way up with a right hand. Down goes The Franchise, only to fight right back up. Faqu grabs a hold of him and delivers a knee to the gut. The big Samoan then grabs a hold of Sly as well, before cracking their heads with a simultaneous headbutt! COLE Two in one! Faqu grabs a hold of Zack again and scoops him up over his shoulder. With a cry in his native tongue, Faqu then charges across the ring... *CLANG!* ...DRIVING ZACK'S HEAD INTO THE CAGE LIKE A BATTERING RAM!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Faqu has got a second wind all of a sudden and he's dishing out some serious punishment now! Still rambling away in Samoan Faqu 'exchanges' some words with Bohemoth from the other side of the cage wall, Bo not saying much but staring the bigman down. Faqu shakes the cage in an attempt to scare him, to no avail. Faqu then turns back and sees Sly Sommers coming to his feet, spinning him around and delivering a thrust shot to the body. Sly tries to go low with a double leg in response, but Faqu delivers a Mongolian Chop across the exposed upper back leaving him arched over in pain. Over in Ring Two meanwhile, Black has Leon up against the cage wall and is GRINDING HIS FACE against the mesh! Right in Leon's face, Landon cheers Black on as the flesh begins to tear and Leon begins to bleed! COLE Leon, busted open... and it looks from our vantage point like Zack has been lacerated as well from that battering ram into the cage. COACH The casualties are starting to mount up like we knew they would. As Zack rests against the ropes, Faqu sends Sly across the ring with an irish whip. He ducks his head, but Sly is able to put on the brakes, firing off a kick to the shoulder blade. Sommers then hits a standing dropkick, rocking the bigman. Another dropkick has the same result. Hitting the ropes, Sly builds up some speed looking for a shot to take Faqu off his feet. The bigman swings with a clothesline but Sly goes underneath, coming back with a flying forearm to the back of the head! Faqu falls to a knee and Sly celebrates briefly, before knocking James Blonde down with a right hand as he staggers down the aprons. COLE The best thing that could happen to Blonde right now is falling between those aprons and under the rings. Back up, Zack teams up with Sly again, this time with more success as they knock Faqu over with a Double Dropkick! Zack mounts Faqu with punches, Sly leaving him be and changing rings to save Leon from the onslaught from Nathaniel Black. COACH Under fifteen before Team Phoenix get another guy in. COLE But is it going to be the team captain who comes in, or will it be Landon Maddix? Sly creeps up on Black... and GRINDS HIS FACE INTO THE CAGE AS HE DOES THE SAME AGAIN TO LEON! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" :10 :09 :08 :07 :06 As the ten second countdown appears Black is able to get away from Sly, covering up as Sly advances. Black manages to grab a hold of Sly in an amateur clinch and they back away into a corner tussling around for position. :05 :04 :03 COLE Looks like it might be Landon. :02 And Cole is right, boos ringing out at the sight of La Cucaracha halfway up the ring steps waiting impatiently for the door to be opened. :01 *BZZT!* Landon quickly breezes in and immediately goes on the attack on Leon, the weakest of the opposition available to him. BUFFER Now entering War Games representing Team Phoenix... LANDON "LA CUCARACHA" MMMAAAAAADDIIIIXXXX!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE All four members of Cucaracha Internacional in and 4 on 3 is the advantage, good news for James Cone as he watches his team do battle for him. COACH And don't forget their fifth across the ring waiting to come in, Todd Cortez. COLE Oh stop. Landon stomps away at Leon energetically, placing his head back through the ropes and picking up where Black left off with some cheese grater action against the cage! Breaking away, he runs over and stuns Sly with a shot to the ribs from behind, breaking his lock-up with Black. Before Sly knows what's hit him, he's then spun around and driven face-first with the Complete Shot! Landon jumps to his feet and poses, then slaps Black on the chest and gives him the thumbs up. COLE And this is exactly the position Landon wants to be in, where he can pick his spots like the opportunist he is. Jogging over to Ring One, Landon lives up to that description as he sneaks up on Zack and boots him in the head to force him off of Faqu. "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" The chants go unheard by La Cucaracha as he applies a blatant choke on Zack, squeezing the air from his throat. Landon then jumps up and dishes out some more stomps.

Another English central defender for me. Tony Adams

Okay, since 12 hours have passed hopefully I'm okay to go. I've checked, double checked, triple checked the list and I can't believe we've managed to miss this between us. My 18th round pick... Ric Flair vs. Mr Perfect Monday Night Raw (18th Jan '93), Loser Leaves WWF

Okay, I need a good right midfielder while there's still some on the board. So I think about the best bet would be this guy. I know what you're thinking, "he didn't play for Manchester United, what are you doing!?" But, just pretend. Luis Figo

Yeah, I'm surprised Kama went over The Godfather myself. Godfather's act was super-over back in '99.

The Undertaker vs. Mankind Summerslam 1996, Boiler Room Brawl A match ahead of it's time, at least in the WWF anyway. The single camera and the dingy environment really gave it a different feel from anything else I'd seen at the time. Overshadowed now by Hell In A Cell, but at the time this was an important success.

James "Phoenix" Cone vs. Bohemoth

The orchestral strains of "Rebirthing" by Skillet grind out over the arena as we return to HeldDOWN~! COLE Here we go, the first in-ring appearance for some time from James Cone. And he's got a BIG preview of what's to come at War Games on his plate. The strings break into crunching guitars as the song hits full swing and the stage EXPLODES in sparks and a continuously billowing flame right at the center. Phoenix emerges and loosens up a little before marching to the ring to the unfamiliar sound of jeers. BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first... from Columbia, South Carolina. He weighs in at two hundred and thirty five pounds... ladies and gentlemen, this is JJJAAAAMMMEEESSSS... "LUNAR PHOENIX"... CCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Phoenix looks almost offended at the reaction, shaking his head sadly at the fact he's being percieved as the 'bad guy' all of a sudden. At the ring area, he pauses and surveys before heading up the steps. Phoenix enters the ring and throws his arms up confidently despite the lack of support from the crowd in Des Moines, before heading to his corner and limbering up. COLE Cone has been out of action for the past few weeks through injury. The last time we saw him, he was doing THIS to Sly Sommers and turning the popular opinion of the OAOAST against him, all over Sly Sommers' unbiased opinion of him created a change man... [QUOTE=OAOAST MILAN SPECTACULAR] Sly comes to, sitting up while in a daze. The referee comes to help Sly up...but Phoenix asks him to leave. The crowd goes quiet...and Phoenix offers Sly his hand. Sommers looks around, then grabs it as Phoenix helps him up. The audience stands up and applauds as they raise each other's arms! COACH This is awesome! You always want to see this after a hard-fought battle! What a show of respect! Phoenix shakes Sly's hand, then opens the ropes for him. Sly waves Phoenix off, then opens the ropes for him! Phoenix smiles and bows to Sly graciously. Phoenix goes through the ropes, but when he gets on the apron, he opens the ropes for Sly. Sly shakes his head like, "You silly kid," then walks onto the apron. Phoenix raises Sly's hand again on the apron... COLE As these two incredible athletes bond after a great bout, we're going to go to... ...PHOENIX JUST SUPERKICKED SLY OFF OF THE APRON! COACH What the hell just happened? Phoenix drops down to the floor, then goes down on all fours and crawls up to Sly's unconcious body. He whispers in Sly's ear... PHOENIX Who is the star now? Who's the main eventer now? WHO DOESN'T HAVE THE PASSION NOW? Phoenix spits in Sly's face, as a swarm of referees rush to aid Sly. The commentators have gone silent, as Phoenix crawls away backwards. His eyes never leave the mess of humanity that he left at ringside, as he gets to his feet and slowly walks backwards to the locker room. The commentators stay silent, as the final shot before commercial is a close-up of Sly's unconcious face... [/QUOTE] Watching the replay of that on the big screen, Cone remains emotionless... *BbwWbAhmotherfuckerLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!* "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" ...until "Liberate" by Disturbed powers through the arena and suddenly he has something to worry about. Powering out from the back, Bohemoth fires up on the stage and flexes his meterosexual muscles before marching on to the ring. BUFFER And, his opponent hails from Greenville, South Carolina! Weighing two hundred, eighty four pounds... "THE METEROSEXUAL MONSTER"... BBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - HHHHHEEEEEEEEEMMMMMOOOOOOOOOTTHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE Bohemoth, now an official member of Team Sly Sommers this Sunday night. A huge addition to have inside of War Games, but as it stands Sly still only has two partners out of four, where-as Phoenix has the ranks of Cucaracha Internacional on his side! COACH The only partners Sly could find to put their faith in him and they're sworn enemies. What does that say? Bohemoth powers up the ring steps and into the ring, locking eyes with Phoenix before he scales the turnbuckles for some more muscle pumping. COLE First time ever meeting here tonight on HeldDOWN~! A big match with big War Games implications. And as far as Bohemoth and Zack Malibu go Coach, they looked on the same page last week when fending off two of Phoenix's partners this Sunday, James Blonde and Faqu. COACH Yeah but those egos are only gonna stay in check for so long. Proven fact. *BELL RINGS* Bohemoth points at Phoenix and signals that he will break him in half with his bare hands. Phoenix looks around himself in shock...then bails out of the ring! Bohemoth tries escaping the ring, but the referee blocks his exit as Phoenix giggles at how he's gotten out of his beating temporarily. Bohemoth backs off from the referee, seemingly to allow the ref to count...but then climbs out of the ring on the opposite side, then runs around the ring to chase Phoenix! The chase goes all away around the ring until they get back to where Phoenix started, as he slides back into the ring. Bohemoth tries the same thing...but gets met with stomps as soon as he gets his upper torso underneath the bottom rope! Phoenix delivers a barrage of shots to Bohemoth's body, trying to capitalize on the big man being down...but Bohemoth seemingly is feeling no pain from these shots. Phoenix is delivering blow after blow, but Bohemoth is getting to his feet like nothing is happening. Phoenix doesn't notice this, even as the big man gets to his feet. Phoenix starts delivering some hook punches to the stomach before looking up at Bo's face...then being scared back with a big FLEX! COLE Big Bo is not one to be messed with! Phoenix gathers himself, then comes off of the ropes behind him, charges at Bo, and leaps for a flying bodypress...but gets caught by the monster! The crowd cheers as Bohemoth backs into a corner, then hits such a big bodyslam that he tosses Phoenix from one end of the ring to the other! Phoenix bounces off of the mat, comes to his feet, and backs up into the corner behind him, clutching his back. Bohemoth charges across the ring and hits a big avalanche! Bo immediately Irish whips Phoenix to the other corner, then charges across and hits a second avalanche! Bo pulls Phoenix out of the corner with a front facelock, into mid-ring, and lifts Phoenix for a vertical suplex...and he holds him up in the air! COACH Bohemoth has SUCH scary strength! If he doesn't want to let you down, he won't! After about ten seconds, the crowd starts to count along with the length of time Phoenix is being held up in the suplex... ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN! EIGHTEEN! NINTEEN! TWENTY! TWENTY-ONE! TWENTY-TWO! TWENTY-THREE! TWENTY-FOUR! TWENTY-FIVE! TWENTY-SIX! TWENTY-SEVEN! TWENTY-EIGHT! TWENTY-NINE! THIRTY! ...and Bohemoth brings Phoenix crashing down to the canvas to the crowd's cheers! However, before Bo can go for the cover, Phoenix rolls out of the ring! The fans catcall Phoenix, who is still holding his back, as Bohemoth reaches over the top rope, trying to grab Phoenix. He gets Phoenix by the neck and pulls him up onto the apron...but Phoenix escapes Bohemoth's clutches by reaching up and raking Bohemoth in the eyes! Bo backs up, holding his eyes, as Phoenix comes back into the ring, comes off of the ropes, and hits a chop-block to Bohemoth's left knee, sending the big man crumbling down! Phoenix puts his foot behind the back of Bohemoth's knee, grabs the ankle, and leaps backwards, trying to yank the knee out of socket! COLE Phoenix knew he couldn't fight a stand-up battle with such a huge man, but everyone's the same size on their back without legs! Phoenix grabs Bohemoth's leg as Bo screams in pain, then yanks on the leg, trying to yank the leg out of socket! Phoenix keeps ahold of the ankle and applies a standing kneebar. Bo escapes by putting his other foot in front of Phoenix's face and pushing him off! Phoenix gets back up, as Bohemoth limps his way back up to his feet. Bohemoth connects with two punches in a row...but Phoenix goes right back to the knee, sending Bohemoth down with a low dropkick. Phoenix gets up and stomps repeatedly on Bo's leg. Phoenix yanks Bo over to the ropes by his leg, then places the leg on the bottom rope. Phoenix climbs onto the middle rope and come crashing down on the knee, which is bridged up in the air! Phoenix climbs back up to the middle rope, the leg still draped on the bottom rope...and he crashes down onto the leg again! Phoenix drags Bohemoth back to mid-ring by the leg and goes for the Figure Four Leglock...but after he twists around the leg, Bohemoth uses his other leg to push Phoenix off of him, sending Phoenix face-first into the top turnbuckle! The momentum of the collision causes Phoenix to stumble backwards, right into a schoolboy... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Both men come up, with Bo showing obvious pain in his left leg... but he powers Phoenix up for a slam...and his leg gives out, causing him to fall back with Phoenix on top... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Phoenix gets up and starts stomping Bohemoth, who is so powerful that, at one point, he's able to grab Phoenix's foot in mid-stomp and shove him backwards by it. While Phoenix rolls back up to his feet, Bo gets up to one knee. Phoenix sees this and sends him right back down with a low dropkick to the face. With Bohemoth on his stomach, Phoenix wraps his calf around Bohemoth's, then falls backwards, once again hyperextending the knee. Phoenix looks around at the crowd, who boo him for downing one of their heroes. So, he pulls Bohemoth up with a front facelock and hits his patented Snap DDT! COVER! ONE! TWO! SHOULDER UP! The crowd cheers, as Phoenix freaks out! He quickly pulls Bohemoth back up for another DDT...but the crowd's cheers give Bohemoth a surge, causing him to send Phoenix back into a corner with a big charge! Phoenix crumbles into a seated position in the corner, as Bo falls back, holding his knee in pain. Bo tries to kneel up to his feet, but Phoenix gets up first. He pulls Bo up to his feet and goes for an Irish whip...but Bo won't budge! He tries again...and again, Bo won't move. The crowd's beginning to notice that the demeanor on Bohemoth's face is starting to change from pain to rage, as Phoenix again struggles to Irish whip the big man. Phoenix looks up...and Bohemoth growls at him as the crowd roars! Phoenix is scared to death, as he drops to his knees, begging off the big man. Bohemoth looks around, as the crowd begs him not to trust the crafty Phoenix. Bohemoth then grabs Phoenix by the hair and punches him right in the face! COLE The big man might be wounded, but the heart of a shark lives within him...and he sees red! Bohemoth is still limping, but he pulls Phoenix up and whips him off to the ropes. Phoenix comes off of the ropes and runs right into the MURDERLINE! Bohemoth goes down with Phoenix, still holding his knee. Both men get up at the same time, Phoenix throws a punch, but Bohemoth blocks and responds with one of his own that sends Phoenix down! Phoenix bounces back up...and gets another punch right to the face! He goes down, bounces back up, and gets whipped off to the ropes...running right into the big Front Spinebuster! Bohemoth bounces up to his feet, the adrenaline of the crowd's cheers driving him! He signals that the end is near, as he pulls Phoenix up to his feet... COACH This is looking like it's going to be short and sweet... Bohemoth pulls Phoenix up and lifts him for the kill...he swings Phoenix around...but Phoenix lands on his feet in front of Bo, stomps him in the knee to knock him down, then bails out of the ring! COLE What is going on?!?! Phoenix then visibly asks the referee to start counting, because he isn't coming back! The ref's count starts.. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEEEEN! *DING DING* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by countout...BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHEEEEEMOOOOOOTH! Bo's sitting in mid-ring, clutching his knee, as Phoenix is up by the entrance, pointing at his head to show how smart he thinks he is. However, his back is turned to the entrance, which proves to be a huge mistake.. COLE Look behind you, Phoenix! It's Sly! Sly taps Phoenix on the shoulder, but Phoenix brushes him off. Sly does it again...same thing. Sly grabs his shoulder...and Phoenix realizes something is up. He feels behind him, gets a panicked look on his face...then turns around and screams! Sly cocks his fist back and blasts Phoenix in the face with a closed right fist! Phoenix flies backwards, as his hated foe stalks after him! Phoenix paces backwards, then realizes that if he goes back into the ring, Bohemoth is waiting for him! He looks back and forth...back and forth....and then jumps into the crowd and runs! Sly soon chases after before both men get lost from the cameras in the darkness... COLE James Cone can run tonight, but there will be nowhere to run from Bohemoth or Sly Sommers Sunday night at The Great Angle Bash!

Getting backstage after his eventful Love Shack, Leon Rodez still looks to have a lot on his mind as he walks the halls. As he rounds the corner, he looks around, presumably for Zack Malibu's locker room. Before he can get to where he's heading though, he's accosted. MELODY LEON! HEY, OVER HERE! The last thing he needs right now, Leon forces a smile as Melody Nerdly waves him over from across the hallway where she stands with her brothers The Christ Air Express and big Baron Windels. LEON Hey guys. Have you seen Zack around? MELODY Yeah, we saw him earlier and he was wearing a retro Iron Maiden t-shirt! What a p0ser, spelt 'p zero oser'. Like he's ever listened to Iron Maiden in his life. Phff! I hate people like that. Like, David Beckham. What the hell, you married a [i]Spice Girl[/i], you have no right to advertise old rock bands on your rippling torso! Like, would you own that rockin' Journey t-shirt if you didn't love them? LEON Probably not, but tha... MELODY [i]#Just a small town girl... livin' in a looooonely world... she took a midnight train goin' an - yyy - wheeerrreee#[/I] Unable to resist such a rocking song, Leon signs along with the last bit under his breath with a warm smile on his face before snapping back to life. LEON Yeah, look, I need to find him, shirt or no shirt. That came out wrong. But, still. MARV Maybe you should try his locker room? LEON Yeah... thanks... you know I should have to come to you straight away man. MARV Don't mention it. MELODY Are you okay Le', you look kinda down. LEON Ah, it's just Maddix, getting under my skin. He brought up the 'neck thing', that's all. I'm fine really. Smiling sympathetically, Melody rubs at Leon's arm. MELODY I know how you feel. We've all had things happen to us in our life that we'd rather forget... like the time I went on that date with Kobe Bryant. Melody looks off into the distance. LEON Oh great, she's having another one of her obscure internal fantasies. Listen, guys, when she comes around with some weird nonsequiter line, tell her I'll talk to her afte... MELODY Two hours and all he talked about was basketball. Nice guy though. Perfect gentlemen. Anyway, we're gonna go read the message boards to see if they've announced any more of the roster for the OAOAST videogame yet. I mean, I know I had creative input in the project and they took my suggestion to name it No Homo for some reason, but until IGN say I'm in these fingernails are gonna stay chewed down to stubs, cause we both know I don't CAW well. Plus I started a poll on like eight different boards, who would you rather see released, MARV or MEL? Gonna see how that's going. You wanna come with? LEON Maybe later. Melody thinks for a second. MELODY We were thinking about having a NHL '08 tournament afterwards as well. That interest ya? Apparantly it does, as Leon has to think about it. Hard. LEON Well I'm sticking around until the show's over at least. But, keep the Red Wings aside, just incase. Before any further talk can distract him Leon rushes off to try and find Zack again. Melody, The CAE and Baron go back to their conversation meanwhile, with Melody looking pretty happy all of a sudden.

[color=blue]OAOAST Productions, Proudly Presents...[/color] [color=purple][size=6]#~~THE LOVE SHACK~~#[/size][/color] [IMG=http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii59/KingCucaracha/loveshack.jpg] ^ !!!!! We go to the ring to find the ring canvas covered with the decor of The Love Shack set. That consists of a desk, two stools, a purple carpet and a Grand Rapids street sign. Arguable whether you can call that a 'set', more arguable still if you can class it as 'decor', but that's what there is. Stood behind his talk show desk is Leon Rodez, waving in acknowledgment at each shout and female scream catches his attention while he waits for some quiet. Adorning his chest is the new Leon Rodez t-shirt, coming soon OAOAST.com, just in time for The Great Angle Bash maybe! LEON Hey hey hey and welcome to, almost, the only show in town, the show too smooth to be cancelled, The Love Shack! And when you think love and shack, you've gotta be thinking Des Moines, Iowa! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" LEON Even I'm not sure if that was meant to be a derogatory comment or not, but thank you for the cheers anyway. Well, I was expecting a quiet night tonight, but after the surprise cancellation of Reel Talk last week, I've had to complete a few contractual obligations and take their guests for tonight. I shall place them in my imaginary trophy case, beside the plaudits I recieved over them and the viewers who chose this show over their's. House Of Worship, we comin' for ya! In the meantime though, The Great Angle Bash is three days away and so to is War Games. Team Sly Sommers versus Team James Cone. We already know Sly has snapped up Zack Malibu and Bohemoth for his squadron. And Cone has my guests tonight signed and sealed. Give it up if you're so inclined, for CUCARACHA INTERNACIONAL... with a 'C'! [b]"PREPARE...FOR...LANDON!"[/b] [i]...WAAAAAHHHHH... *DUM DUM*[/i] "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "Megalomaniac" hits to a torrent of boos, aimed towards Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix as he leads his group to the ring. The Six Man Tag Team Champions James Blonde, Faqu and Nathaniel Black recieve Landon's glowing attention, Todd Cortez recieves just a cold glare. COLE The men who sided with James "Pheonix" Cone for this Sunday's War Games Match, but have publicly stated they've got no interest either way in the dispute with Cone and Sommers. They're simply in it for themselves. COACH Nothing wrong with that. COLE Well these men will be stepping into the unforgiving confines of two steel surrounded rings, whatever their reasons. By the end of The Bash, they may end up regretting it. COACH No no, you've got it all wrong... [i]four[/i] of these men are stepping in. Cortez ain't doin' shit except fetch coffee pre-match. The ranks of Cucaracha Internacional climb into the ring with little acknowledgement for the Shack's resident host. With only two stools, Landon takes a seat with Megan right next to him. Black, Blonde, Faqu and Cortez all prefer to stand. Just as well really, since they don't have much choice otherwise. LEON So, customary welcome to the Love Shack... MADDIX Yeah yeah, I know how it works. Not my first time. LEON True. I hope you kept that copy of High School Musical 2 from last time. The extras are top-notch. I doubt anyone at all remembers what we're talking about, so let's gloss over it. War Games is why you're here, set up as a challenge from Sly Sommers to James Cone. Now knowing your grasp of OAOAST history, I doubt you'd be able to pick either one of them out of a line-up. So, my first question. Why would you get involved in War Games when you've realy got no stake in it? MADDIX Simple. Opportunity. Exposure. The chance to take Cucaracha Internacional to the top. Black and Blonde nod in agreement behind Landon. MADDIX You see, it doesn't matter about the risks. Doesn't matter to us who's on the other side of the ring. James Cone's dispute with Sommers... doesn't matter to us. All that matters is victory and exposure. War Games is going to be all about Cucaracha Internacional. The rest of 2008 is going to be all about Cucaracha Internacional. We are the premiere collection of talent in the OAOAST and it's about time we started showing it, on the big stage, in the big matches. After we dominate in War Games, we will be the group everybody's talking about, as we deserve to be. It's as simple as that. LEON Okay, I can respect that. But, there's another opinion floating around. MADDIX What 'other opinion'? LEON Well, last time you were in War Games... infact, the only time you were in War Games... you tapped out. "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Eyes bugging a little at that being brought up, Landon scowls at Leon. LEON And opinion seems to be that maybe you're risking the health and careers of your team-mates in the most dangerous environment in professional wrestling, just so you can get some redemption for yourself. MADDIX That's... that's ridiculous! I mean... you... First of all, you need to change who's opinions you listen to because they're clearly a group of daydreamers and conspiracy theorists. Trying to make a story where there is none. You know what... yeah, it does still bother me, what happened in War Games last time. It still holds a place in my memory. Maybe because I lost. Maybe because I tapped out. Or, maybe because [i]I HAD A SPIKE JAMMED INTO MY TESTICLES[/i]!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Megan winces a little, rubbing Landon's shoulder consolingly as he looks down at the mat. For a few moments he continues looking down, with only the cheering crowd heard. MADDIX I'm okay. I'm okay. (turns back to Leon) Now, somebody like you is probably into that kinda kinky stuff. But not me! I gave up before I lost one of my... guys. There's no shame in that. No shame at all. Any man would have done what I did! Anyone who says otherwise is a liar! As far as this theory about me wanting 'redemption' goes? That's way off the mark. Do you really think I'd put Faqu, James Blonde and Nathaniel Black in War Games just so I could make people forget about me being stabbed in the penis on syndicated television? Do I look selfish enough to do that? LEON That's a rhetorical question, right? MADDIX I've said it once, I'm gonna say it again. I'm not above repeating myself because more often than not what I say warrants being heard twice. War Games is going to be all about Cucaracha Internacional. Not just Landon Maddix. But about Nathaniel Black. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" MADDIX About James Blonde. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" MADDIX About Faqu... FAQU BLAAAHHAHAAAA!! At the sound of his name, Faqu sparks to life and starts beating his chest. Landon subtely motions for Blonde to "calm him down" so he can keep talking. MADDIX It's going to be about us. Zack Malibu is going to find that out. Bohemoth is going to find that out. Sly Sommers is going to find that out. Whoever joins up with Zack Malibu and Bohemoth and Sly Sommers, they're going to find that out. One or the other, they will submit to us. Who knows, somebody might get hurt inside War Games as you keep alluding Leon. But it won't be one of us. It'll be Bohemoth, or it'll be Sommers, or it might even be your buddy Zack. Think of the statement [i]that[/i] would make to the OAOAST, for Cucaracha Internacional, huh? You know, if I remember correctly... Landon stands up from his seat, causing Leon to defensively do the same. MADDIX ...last time, it was YOU who got hurt in War Games. Landon smiles in the face of Leon, while in the background Todd Cortez can be seen with hands on hips and looking clearly offended that Landon would bring that up. MADDIX Two things, Leon. Number one, if you want to preach about the dangers of War Games, how about you go tell your buddies. And number two... if you're thinking about having your buddy's back again like you did last time, best think again. Because even though I've benched Todd Cortez onto the sub's bench where he belongs, if you step into War Games, don't think I won't have your neck broken again! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Oh come on, that's completely uncalled for! Apparantly, Todd Cortez agrees and he steps forward to confront Landon about just what he's saying. He gets there before Leon can do anything about it himself, the host watching Cortez and Landon argue off mic for a few seconds as the crowd urge him to jump in. Landon has other ideas though and manages to shrug Cortez off. MADDIX You know what, thanks for having on the show, it's been a pleasure, come on guys. Dropping his microphone on Leon's desk, Landon hurries out of the ring with Blonde, Faqu and Black close behind. Cortez is left behind in the ring and looks towards Leon apologetically, unseen by Leon who watches Cucaracha Internacional leaving. Under pressure from Landon, Cortez follows after the rest of his 'team-mates' still looking frustrated at what happened. COLE Landon showing a distinct lack of respect for Leon Rodez. An unneccessary reminder of the neck injury that sidelined Leon for so long in 2006 and 2007. I don't think Cortez appreciated it being brought up either. COACH Oh yeah, because he showed a ton of remorse at the time! COLE Well, Cucaracha Internacional will look to ruffle more feathers ahead of War Games later on, as Zack Malibu runs the Gauntlet. We'll be back with more HeldDOWN~! next.

Like, before the intro. That's not technically opening segment. If that's a problem, then... well, I dunno, do something about it! [b]EARLIER TODAY[/b] Backstage in the arena we see lovebirds Leon Rodez and Maggie Nerdly sat together on a metal production equipment case somewhere behind the entrance stage. Things still seem tense between the two as anyone who's been following the show would assume. But at least they're within a couple of feet of each other and talking. Leon's hand rests on top of Maggie's, who looks pretty forelorn. MAGGIE It's just getting too much. I mean, everybody's talking and being the topic of gossip around here isn't exactly fun for somebody who's gotta go round interviewing people all the time. Guys round here ain't got much in the way of manners. You should have heard the things Reject said to me last week. LEON I did and I'm sorry you have to put up with it. But you've just got to try and not let it affect you babe. It's something we're going to have to sort out between us. Forget everybody else. Nobody else really knows anything, it's just gossip. MAGGIE I know. LEON Anyone who speaks out of turn'll have me to answer to. Or Tyler and Shayne if I'm busy, either's good. The two share a brief smile, just as ZACK MALIBU walks into shot grabbing their attention. ZACK Hey Maggie. Leon. Can I have a quick word? LEON Uh, now's not really a good time. ZACK It's kind of important. Sighing, Leon motions to Maggie to give him a second before standing up and leading Zack out of earshot by the arm. LEON Listen, don't take this the wrong way Zack, but... now really [i]isn't[/i] a good time. Can this not wait? ZACK Right. Sure. When you're done with your relationship issues, come find me. LEON There's no need to get like that... ZACK I'm sorry. It's just, I've kind of got some problems of my own to worry about right now. Like wrestling five people tonight. Somehow Maddix has got me booked in a Gauntlet Match against him and his followers later, which is all I need. Who knows what's going on right now for that to have come to fruition. Anyway, I could do with speaking to you before then at least. If Maddix has his way I won't be around to say much afterwards. Leon takes a quick look back at Maggie. LEON Look, I've gotta go do my show soon. Once I'm done with that, I'll come find you. ZACK Thanks. Zack pats Leon on the shoulder before heading off. Leon shakes his head as he strolls back over apologetically to Maggie, sitting back down next to her as we [B]roll V.T[/B]...

A better set of spoilers, from PWInsider

I'm pretty sure both are on the line in the challenge. At least that's how I thought it went. Milano vs. Curry Man = epic win.

Well, Cafu getting picked justifies me not taking Roberto Carlos.

To be fair, Trips has lost like half a person's worth of unneccessary muscle mass since then.

Has anyone actually confirmed that ECW is doing the Raw talent exchange deal, or are we all just assuming so?

Brought to you by American Express Taped: June 19th, 2008 First air date: June 22nd, 2008 (check local listings for airings in your area) Announce team: Tony Schiavone and Jesse "The Body" Ventura Lead correspondent: Tony Brannigan After last week's mysterious pre-emption, Syndicated returns to the airwaves as if nothing had happened, with Tony Schiavone and Jesse Ventura ready to call the action as ever. With Vinny and Biff in HD action, Syndicated possibly gets more hosed than ECW on draft night! But fear not because there are worthy replacements! Rico de Janeiro in action against Moracca of Los Diablos, The Christ Air Express versus former Lightning Crew/Corporation amigos Spanish Fly and Mr. Boricua, plus in the main-event a Women's Title match! But first... ***Reggie Lamont -VS- Jumbo*** A batle of the bigmen. One kinda bigger in the height stakes than the girth stakes, but still two big guys. Jumbo had the crowd solidly behind him and got them clapping in the early going. Whatever support that gave him helped to deflect three shoulder block attempts from Reggie who just couldn't seem to knock Jumbo off his feet. A rake of the eyes proved Jumbo's weakness, but not enough for Reggie's bodyslam attempt to work and the Jamaican ended up getting crushed! Lamont rolled to the floor to regain his breath while Jumbo danced for the crowd. Reggie finally got the advantage after a missed avalanche and a big Bicycle Kick. From there Reggie saught to wear on Jumbo's stamina with headlocks and chinlocks. It seemed to work as Jumbo's breathing got heavier and heavier, to the point that when he finally did fight back, he missed another avalanche and wound up right back down. Seeing his chance, Reggie hit his attempted bodyslam from earlier on, only to score just a 2 count. Angry, Reggie tried again, but Jumbo 'floated' out the back and connected with a BIG Belly To Belly! Jumbo found a second wind from somewhere and started mowing through Lamont before setting up the XL Splash. Jumbo found no water in the pool though and fell victim to a Scissors Kick, before being stacked up high on his shoulders, with tights held, to earn Reggie the 3 count. Winner: Reggie Lamont, via pinfall After commercial, we came back to the interview stage with lead correspondent (yeah, no sure what that job description really means either, but w/e) Tony Brannigan. His guest for the week was the United States Champion Colombian Heat, who didn't take long to get the crowd pumped up for him. Brannigan quizzed Heat about his run as US Champion so far and on the rumour that the US Champion was going to be involved at The Great Angle Bash somehow. Heat replied that it was only right for him to defend the US belt at the namesake event of US hero AngleSault, "tho', now I'm thinkin' 'bout it, I guess they're all named after him ain't they?" Apparantly the rumour hadn't really reached him though, what with all the "big things poppin'" in positions of power in the US. But rest assured, whoever was found to face him The Bash for the US Title, they would definately "FEEL THE HEAT!" ***Rico de Janeiro w/Lucius Soul -VS- Mariachi w/Moracca*** The heat was turned up a week early though, by the arrival of Los Diablos! The referee somehow managed to get some order restored as Lucius seemed intent on seeing action and Moracca seemed intent on seeing 'action', finally getting the official competitors in. Rico's power advantage had Mariachi bouncing around the ring in the early going. But any time Rico seemed to have the upperhand, Mariachi did something to unnerve the strictly heterosexual Brazilian stud and throw him off his stride. It took Rico a while to get used to Mariachi's... well, his 'handsy approach'. But once he got control, the encouragement from the outside from Lucius helped him to keep his mind on the win. Rico worked Mariachi's ribs over and almost forced him to submit from a long abdominal stretch. Mariachi found away out though and the armdrags suddenly started to come thick and fast. Disorientated, Rico was subjected to being ridden like a pony complete with much slapping of the Brazilian flag on his BUTT. But Rico, still stinging from the repeated embarrassments from one Krista Isadora Duncan, responded by getting up and DECAPITATING Mariachi with a Lariat!! Lucius sprung into life and beat down Moracca on the floor, as Rico then delivered a Shoulderbreaker, before applying the Rico Vice (Anaconda Vice) to tap Mariachi! Winner: Rico de Janeiro, via submission The vengeful Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew continued their attack after the match for good measure. Lucius sent Moracca flying into the ringpost, then slid into the ring to deliver the Fro 2 Sleep by way of exclamation point on Mariachi. The MGHWC made it perfectly clear they're sick of being made to look the fools on their way to the back as well. THE GREAT ANGLE BASH 2008 June 29th, Minneapolis, MN LIVE on Pay-Per-View! ***The Christ Air Express -VS- Spanish Fly and Mr. Boricua*** Tag team action saw the Nerdly twins up against two men with their careers in limbo, the former Lightning Crew and Corporation team of Spanish Fly and Mr. Boricua. Fly found himself as leader of the team for once in his life, mainly due to Boricua's... limited mental capacity, shall we say. And Boricua, due to that, was willing to listen to Fly, despite him being barracked from all four corners of the arena with abuse and "CRY - BABY" chants. Fly matched up well in the speed ranks with both MARV and MEL as they traded quick holds and counter holds, as well as plenty of arm-drag variations. Things got less even when Fly sensed trouble and tagged in Boricua. MARV failed to do anything with the bigman, so called in MEL. Even together the Nerdlys struggled to budge Boricua though and were soon swatted away attempting a Double Dropkick, dropped with clotheslines. Boricua and Fly took over on MEL, with Fly coming in with the quick attacks in the corner before handing back to Boricua to do the bulk (pun intended) of the wearing down. A Sidewalk Slam and a Big Boot both got nearfalls for Boricua. And Fly nearly won after a precision Spinning Wheel Kick. But MEL proved gutsy and eventually dropkicked Boricua's knee attempting a corner charge, Boricua going into the middle turnbuckle and MEL making the tag. MARV took the fight to Boricua and Fly, doing more damage to Fly obviously. His energy was nullified by a Boricua Powerslam though. Soon Boricua and Fly were picking the CAE apart, Fly feeding them off to Boricua one by one. Boricua delivered a thunderous Chokeslam on MEL who then rolled to the outside, leaving MARV to the wolves. After toying with him for a while, Fly got MARV hung on the ropes for the 619. He connected, at which point Boricua pitched him to the floor. Boricua was happy with his work but Fly was not, berating the big man and telling him to get MARV back in so he could hit the Fly Swatter. Doing as he was told, Boricua pitched one of the CAE back inside. But unfortunately he picked the wrong one and Spanish Fly missed the Fly Swatter on MEL, moving out of the way and then delivering a quick Melanoma (Michinoku Driver) on Fly to score the 3 count! Winner: The Christ Air Express, via pinfall Boricua lumbered back in too late and The CAE celebrated their win, leaving Spanish Fly to again berate poor Boricua for his incompetence. Up we went to Jesse and Tony, to recap the shocking events of last week's HeldDOWN~!, specifically those surrounding AngleSault. The announce team confirmed that AS's position in the company was up in the air but no official announcement had been made as of yet and advised us to stay tuned to OAOAST.com for more information as it arrived (gee, thanks guys!). But, they promised there would be developments this week on the Haitch Dee! NEXT WEEK ON HELDDOWN~! Zack Malibu runs the Cucaracha Internacional Gauntlet! But first, they must visit the Love Shack! Just what in the hell is going on with AngleSault!? Plus maybe plenty but that's up to interpretation, MORE! ~OAOAST Women's Championship ***Malaysia Nerdly -VS- Jessica Jobbs*** The Ultimate Combination Of Beauty And Beatdowns™ put her title on the line for the first time in the Syndicated main-event. Her opponent, Jessica Jobbs, didn't exactly look confident as she watched Malaysia walk to the ring cracking her cat o' nine tails. Can you blame her? The answer, inevitably, was no. Jessica put up a game fight but was simply out-matched in size and power. Malaysia dominated virtually from start to finish. Jessica's fight was rewarded with the support of the crowd, willing her on as she landed isolated shots on Malaysia early on. Every shot to the jaw or chest seemed to annoy Malaysia even more than she came in though and she made Jessica pay dear with a teeth rattling clothesline. Malaysia took a few minutes to stretch and torture Jessica, applying painful submission holds, pulling at hair and bodyparts all with a disturbingly satisfied smile on her face. Another few gallant shots from Jessica took Malaysia up to another gear. She sent Jessica flying with a Butterly Suplex, then sent her halfway across the ring with a Fallaway Slam. The fans' support soon turned to awe at Malaysia's power, as she tossed Jessica around like the proverbial ragdoll. With Jessica on her last legs, Malaysia then powered her up over a shoulder into the Canadian Backbreaker. After a few stretches on the rack, Malaysia then drew the biggest groan of the night, a groan of anguish from the crowd as they watched Jessica get SPIKED on her head with a Piledriver from that position. Academic from there, the ref counted a quick 1, 2, 3 and Jessica Jobbs lived up to her name at the Women's Champion's hands. Winner and still Women's Champion: Malaysia Nerdly, via pinfall After the match, Malaysia brought out the cat o' nine tails. Luckily the referee was able to prevent her from using it though and she simply cracked it threateningly with the Women's Title overhead, a dangerous message sent to the OAOAST females as Syndicated went off the air.

Interesting to see how 'Moose' looks, considering she got messed up pretty bad in IWA a few days ago, because she was booked in a deathmatch tournament against a backyard moron. That's all I need to hear.

Surname: Bacon This most interesting surname has two possible interpretations, both of Germanic origin. It may be a metonymic occupational name for someone who prepared and sold cured pork, a pork butcher, from the Old French, Middle English "bacun, bacon", bacon, ham (of Germanic origin). The name, according to another source may derive from the Germanic personal name "Bac©o", "Bahho", from the root "bag", to fight, which was common among the Normans in the form "Bacus", "Bacon". Hence, the name was probably introduced into England by the Normans after the Conquest of 1066. "Documents illustrative of the Social and Economic History of the Danelaw", records one Richard Bacun in Lincolnshire in 1150, while Nicholas Bachun was mentioned in Staffordshire in 1226, in the "Abstracts of the Contents of the Burton Chartulary". Interesting namebearers, recorded in the "Dictionary of National Biography", include Lady Ann Bacon (1528 - 1610), who was governess to Edward V1 and mother of Sir Francis Bacon (1561 - 1626), first Baron Verulam, the English philosopher, statesman and essayist, who described the inductive method of reasoning. The Coat of Arms most associated with the name Bacon is a red shield, on a silver chief, three black mullets (knight spurs) pierced. The first recorded spelling of the family name is shown to be that of William Bacun, which was dated circa 1150, in the "Chartulary of Staffordshire", during the reign of King Stephen, known as "The Count of Blois", 1135 - 1154. Surnames became necessary when governments introduced personal taxation. In England this was known as Poll Tax. Throughout the centuries, surnames in every country have continued to "develop" often leading to astonishing variants of the original spelling. Hmm... I'll take the second interpretation, I think.

I was split between picking a winger or Roberto Carlos. But then I had to rely on the only right back I'd be interested in staying another round and decided against it.