King Cucaracha

Better yet, have two callers compete for the prize. Get them to choose a Diva to represent them each to run an obstacle course. Have Adamle call it American Gladiators style. Less wrestling that way!

I almost forgot about Ki completely when coming up with everyone who's held the belt so far. So I guess you could make the arguement either way. With Xavier, I think he was the wrong guy really. I don't remember much of what he actually did as champion vividly, but putting the belt on him was a step backwards. He seemed to do well enough in front of the live crowd at the time. But he did nothing for ROH outwardly in the wrestling business, at a time where they were just arriving in the wrestling business, like Joe did and like Low-Ki probably would. As far as Gibson goes, I think he was already on the way out when he won the belt which didn't help. They played it off, IIRC, as "I'll defend the belt until I lose it and then I'll go back to WWE". So basically they couldn't do too much with him except get a few more matches done. It'll be interesting to see where Nigel's reign ranks when it's done with. Certainly up until a few months ago it was verging on Homicide levels of disappointment. Now, admittedly I don't have as strong an interest in ROH as I used to, but he seems to have turned the corner a little.

D*LUX vs. Panic At The Disco (Biff Atlas and Vinny Valentine)

Joe was the face of the company and was so for a long time too, similar to RVD's TV Title reign. Having the belt during a time the company was getting more recognition helped him to get noticed and move on. Punk as ROH Champion is pretty much an afterthought. As ROH Champions go, there's almost three tiers- Joe and Danielson were great champions who's reigns benefitted the company and got them strong recognition. Ki, Aries, Gibson and Morishima were all good champions but didn't really do much that was ground-breaking. Homicide, Punk and Xavier were just major disappointments.

^ Legend.

Seriously now. I've been pitching madcap ideas for months. Unless you want one to get through, don't encourage me people!

Am I still the only one who's never seen any evidence of this? Every few months somebody praises him, all I see is the same lumbering squash machine month after month. I don't get it. Anyway... Vickie and Edge. The fallout when they inevitably split should be interesting too. Kofi/Shelton. Matt Bourne. The rejuvinated Big Show. Jericho/HBK, since it seems Batista's involvement in the feud is done. The Raw women's division. Miz and Morrison. Cade vs. Murdoch, if they actually had more than one match. Santino. Yes, still. I'm interested in seeing Chavo vs. Matt at NOC, so long as it doesn't end up like every other championship feud and last anywhere from 3-12 months. Cena and Mickie, surprisingly enough. x10 for any skit involving Mike Adamle. Mike Adamle.

They've let him talk a few times in the last month or so. And DiBiase Jr.'s been getting nothing but good comments about his micwork so far. But man, if DH Smith is the mystery partner, the crowd is going to be dead through that entire match. The guy has done less than nothing since debuting. Why should anybody suddenly care just because he's teaming up with someone else with a famous dad all of a sudden?

Well, I was away longer than I expected. Shawn Michaels vs. 'Stone Cold' Steve Austin WrestleMania XIV, WWF Championship "STONE COLD! STONE COLD!" Probably one of the most important matches of the last decade, with a better than expected performance from the injured Michaels and probably the best handled celebrity involvement ever with Tyson. And my other pick. Bryan Danielson vs. Nigel McGuinness ROH Unified, ROH World Title

We suddenly find ourselves backstage with intrepid reporter Josh Matthews, hurrying down the hallways with a camera close on his trail. MATTHEWS Guys, we've just had word that James Cone is here in the arena and that he's not alone! We're going to go get the scoop right now... Stumbling across the right door, Matthews raps his knuckles across the door excitedly, having not landed a scoop like this for a while now. He impatiently waits for somebody to answer and when they don't, he knocks again. Voices can definately be heard from the other side of the door, which eventually creeps open with James Cone poking his head out. MATTHEWS Ah, James, listen can we get a word about the challenge of Sly Somme... PHOENIX You must be a mind-reader. Give me one minute. MATTHEWS Uh, sure, no proble... *SLAM!* Cone disappears back into the locker room, leaving Josh to brush off the door in the face treatment. [b]*COMMERCIAL BREAK!*[/b] Persistence pays though, as evidenced by Josh now being allowed into the locker room by The Phoenix. Josh is lead in by Cone and sat down, with a nervous look on his face that gets even more nervous the moment he finds himself eyeball to eyeball with FAQU! The heavy-breathing Samoan stares at Josh, who glances around trying to avoid eye contact, to the rest of Cucaracha Internacional scattered around the room. PHOENIX So, do you still want to ask that question? Or do you think you can join the dots for yourself? MATTHEWS You've alligned yourselves with... these men? PHOENIX Sure. If I'm going into War Games, I need partners, right? And trust me, I'm going into War Games. I've been in some of the most dangerous environments in this business. Some of the bloodiest matches in the company. I'm not the kind of guy who backs down from fights. Sly Sommers made a huge mistake challenging me to a War Games Match of all things, obviously he didn't see what I did in Stairway To Oblivion at AngleMania. I guess he underestimated me. And I am SICK TO DEATH of him underestimating me! Cone smiles as he sits down next to the clearly uncomfortable Josh. PHOENIX He assumed that I'd have trouble finding anybody to team with me, after my 'actions' in Milan. Guess he was off the mark there as well. I've done the deal with these gentlemen here. No allignment. They wanted in War Games for their own reasons, I just needed back-up. You don't need friends in this business, you just need respect. I respect these guys. And these guys respect me enough to realise what I can do in War Games. Sly Sommers disrespected me. And now he's gonna pay. Dearly. MADDIX See, it's not about Sly Sommers... not for us, anyway. Emerging out of the shadows of the back of the room is Landon, having waited more than long enough to hear the sound of his own voice. MADDIX War Games for this man is a personal issue with Sly Sommers. War Games for Cucaracha Internacional is exposure. It's opportunity. It's the big stage, the big match, where we want to be. I said two weeks ago, we're always looking for the next opportunity to make things right. The Match Of Champions didn't end up being that opportunity, thanks to two of my champions being attacked before the match I hasten to point out. So, we move on to the next opportunity. Que sera! Whoever Sly Sommers ends up getting, whoever Sly Sommers even IS, doesn't matter. All that matters is, victory in War Games means big things for Cucaracha Internacional. MATTHEWS So you're putting these four into the most dangerous environment in the OAOAST just to get them noticed? MADDIX What!? No no no, you've got it all wrong Josh Matthews... yeah, [i]I'm[/i] one of the four! Landon smiles a big smile. MADDIX Gimme some credit wouldya? I couldn't be in the Match Of Champions, but I can damn sure be in this. And you really think I'd put a liability like Todd Cortez in War Games!? A match of this importance? Todd Cortez cannot be trusted, not yet. Until he proves to me he's worthy of the time and devotion myself and Megan have invested in his career, he's officially bumped down the pecking order. He's at the bottom of the barrel. On the subs bench. Fifth in line, six if you count Megan! He'll be embarking on the grand Syndicated world tour and getting to know some of our fine enhancement workers here in the OAOAST a little better, until he finally proves his worth to me again. The camera pans over at this point, to reveal Todd Cortez standing in the corner of the room arms folded and listening to all this. See, I bet you thought he wasn't there! But he was! MADDIX War Games is far too big of a responsiblity for our lowest rank. That's why myself, Nathaniel Black, James Blonde and the bigman here, Faqu... Faqu beats his chest causing Josh to flinch. MADDIX ...are going to be representing Cucaracha Internacional with Mister Cone. PHOENIX (fixes Josh's jacket) Looks like I did pretty well for somebody who "just doesn't have it", doesn't it? Go pass the message on to your buddy Sommers. I look forward to seeing who he can use his 'charm' on to be on his side. I really do. Job done, Matthews is promptly 'escorted' out of the locker room by Nathaniel Black, who undoes all of Cone's good work of fixing his jacket by bustling him out the door. Josh brushes himself off as the door slams behind him again. MATTHEWS Well... guys, back to you in the arena. COACH What a coo for James Cone! COLE Well Sly Sommers wondered if anyone would be willing to trust Cone after what he did at The Milan Spectacular. Apparantly he found a group of guys just as untrustworthy as himself to round out his War Games team. COACH Hey, all Pheonix did was stand up for himself. The way I see it, it's 5 on 1 right now and who knows how many more people Sommers insulted in those fancy interviews of his besides Cone? Guy's got a big mouth and it's gonna come back to haunt him.

Powerful shades of blue and red illumination flicker across the arena to the sound of "Hospital Beds" by Cold War Kids, as Rescue 911 respond to the emergency shortage of nice guys with well-oiled muscles! "Tell me the story of how you ended up here I've heard it all in the hospital" BUFFER The following tag team match is set for one fall, with a 20 minute time-limit. Introducing first, coming to us from the OAOAST First Responders Unit! Total combined weight, four hundred and eighty five pounds... DETECTIVE TANGO BOSLEY and EMT TIM CASH... together, they are RRREEEEESSSSSCCUUUUUEEEE 9 1 1!!!!!!! Clad in his Hawaiian print shirt, Detective Bosley jaws something to the camera with his chewing gum escaping his mouth somewhere in the middle of the talking. The cameraman appreciates him missing his shoes. But doesn't appreciate so much the friendly punch in the shoulder, which leaves him with a dead arm and the camera shot oddly tilted. EMT Tim has been in the ring for a while and calmly walms up as his partner joins him. COLE Our friends from the First Responders Unit in tag team action here. COACH Which is ironic, because when I see these guys in tag team action, my first response is to change the channel. [COLOR=red][b]"HEY WAIT I GOT A NEW COMPLAINT!"[/b][/COLOR] Cheers turn to jeers as usual when "Heart-Shaped Box" begins to play. A fired-up Logan leads the way, arm in arm with wife Holly-Wood as he sounds it out with the crowd. The aura is much more civilsed behind him though. Recent Muslim convert Synth Abdul-Jabbar walks solemnly beside Abdullah Abir Nerdly, who waves a COLLECTION PLATE under the noses of the unresponsive North Carolinans. BUFFER And the opponents! COLONEL ABULLAH NERDLY presents in association with HOLLY-WOOD the GREATEST rock 'n' wrestling band of AAAAALLLL-time! The former three-time OAOAST World Tag Team Champion... THE HEAVENLYYYYYYY RRRRRROOOOOOOOOCCKKEEEEEEERRRRRRRSSSSSSS!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Abdullah persists with his largely empty collection plate, not noticing the large build-up of spit sloshing around inside it as he talks with Synth. COLE Hmm. Aren't collection plates usually made of wood and not metal? COACH Not the good ones. Logan slides in and twirls the deadly finger. Abdullah and Synth's pre-match prayer ritual is interrupted however as numerous OAOAST officials head out from the back. Referee Charles Robinson nods to them after talking with head official Mike Chiods and Abdullah is motioned towards the back!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH WHAT?! He hasn't even done anything yet! COLE Yet? COACH He's a man of peace! This is a hate-crime! HATE CRIIIIIIME!! COLE The man's out here with a metal collection plate in his hand, what do you expect to happen with that during a wrestling match exactly? Despite the heated protests of Holly-Wood and Logan and the attempts of spiritual reasoning by Synth, Abdullah is taken against his will to the back. The North Carolina fans wave him on his way, not all of them with all the fingers on their hand! COACH I tell you what, I'll bet you all the money in Abdullah's collection plate that AngleSault is behind this! COLE Coach, there's like $4 and a couple of spare buttons in there. COACH Still. *DINGDINGDING!* Abdullah and 'entourage' disappear behind the curtain while The Heavenly Rockers get their heads together. It's not like they're completely without guidance though with Holly-Wood still in their corner. "9 - 1 - 1!" "9 - 1 - 1!" "9 - 1 - 1!" "9 - 1 - 1!" Logan starts it out for the three-time champions, up against EMT Tim. With Bosley's bellowing voice spurring him on Tim locks up with Logan and jockeys for position. The two tussle back into a neutral corner where Logan ends up on top, holding up his hands innocently as he gives a clean break... or, so it seems, until he lands a short jab to the trusting EMT. Another short jab lands to the midsection. And another. Before one cracks Cash in the jaw! Offended by this abuse in the corner, Detective Bosley jumps in to take the law into his own hands. Referee Robinson cuts him off though. COLE That's not too smart on Bosley's part. Quick as a flash, Synth appears in the ring and The Heavenly Rockers shoot EMT Tim into the ropes. They duck their head for a Double Backdrop... but Tim rolls up and over the top of them! Synth and Logan regroup and link arms for a Double Clothesline. Underneath goes Cash though, before hitting the ropes himself and hooking THR down with a double Hart Attack Clothesline!! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE EMT Tim Running The Lights on both Heavenly Rockers! COACH See, that wouldn't have happened if Abdullah were still out here! Quick tag to Bosley as Synth rolls to the floor. As Logan staggers to his feet, Detective Bosley torpedoes towards him as EMT Tim brings his partner in over the top with a Slingshot Shoulderblock! Cover... 1... 2... No! Logan gets whipped across by Bosley. The Detective puts his head down early though and Logan delivers a kick to the shoulder blade, then goes for a clothesline. Duck underneath by Bosley, Logan continuing on into the ropes only to get caught with a Powerslam! 1... 2... No! Having just gotten to the apron, Synth is sent back down to the arena floor by Bosley to the crowd's delight. COACH Now that was uncalled for. I hope Abdullah's found a monitor someone, so he can start drawing up an unneccessary brutality settlement. Rescue 911 make another quick tag and combine with a double whip on Logan. The MACHO Macho Mann gets hiptossed by Bosley, sitting up to be dropkicked in the face by EMT Tim! After firing his partner up Bosley leaves to allow the count... 1... 2... No! EMT Tim picks Logan back up again and wrings the arm ready for another tag... but Logan RAKES THE EYES! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Tag is made, Synth running in with a clothesline to drop the temporarily blinded EMT. Synth then motions to make a move towards Bosley in the corner, but when the Detective throws up his fists ready for him the new peaceful philosophies kick in and he opts not for violence. COACH You have to admire Synth, a spiritual man such as himself isn't going to stoop to the level of a thug like Bosley. COLE Not when Bosley's looking, no. Synth applies a rear chinlock on EMT Tim, allowing him to say some prayers to above whilst doing damage to his opponent. The crowd start to rally behind Cash and try to drown out Synth's prayers. And it seems to work on both counts as EMT Tim's fist starts a-pumping. Tim fights to his feet, turning towards the praying Synth to deliver an elbow to the ribs. Synth strikes back with a knee though, then executes a swinging neckbreaker and covers... 1... 2... No! Leading EMT Tim to the corner, Synth holds him in place while Logan heads up top. A tag is made once there, not strictly legal but close enough for the referee as Logan delivers a double axehandle from up top. COLE The three-time Tag Team Champions starting to assert themselves now. Leg hooked from Logan Mann... 1... 2... Kickout! Bosley starts to pound away on the turnbuckles to get the fans back on EMT Tim's cause. Pinned in the corner, Tim is subjected to a flurry of Logan's patented short jabs all over the body. Logan then turns on his heels and shows none of his partner's inner peace as he runs Bosley off the apron! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE ... COACH *sighs* Go ahead. COLE What a heinous move from Logan Mann, honest competitors like Rescue 911 would never dream of doing something like that! The distraction caused by Bosley trying to get back in allows Logan and Synth to double-team EMT Tim in the corner. They club and kick away at him until Bosley is put back to the apron, at which point Logan executes a simple vertical suplex and covers him up... 1... 2... No! Logan tags out to Synth, who heads up top and comes down with a single axehandle across the back of EMT Tim's head on the way up. The adopted Abdul-Jabbar then gives his thanks to the Gods above for guiding him safely back to earth. "PAU - LA AB - DUL!" *clap clap clapclapclap* "PAU - LA AB - DUL!" *clap clap clapclapclap* COLE :D The inner peace becomes outer rage, as Synth motions wildly for the fans to "cut it out, ya'll". When they don't, he's forced to retreat to his corner with his hands over his ears with Logan taking over. COACH Is that supposed to be funny!? COLE Hey, it did it for me. Logan scoops and slams EMT Tim, coming off the ropes with a well-placed kneedrop. 1... 2... Kickout. Getting impatient, Bosley paces the apron while his partner is sent off into a neutral corner. Twirling the finger again, Logan then follows in to deliver a high knee... AND MISSES! "YYYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" With his patella bouncing off the top turnbuckle, away hobbles Logan. He still blocks the way to the Rescue 911 corner though, forcing EMT Tim to improvise and crawl through the legs to make the tag to the eager Detective! COLE All units all units, Detective Bosley is on the scene! Leaping in over the top, Bosley runs through both Logan and Synth with clotheslines before catching the lead vocalist of the greatest rock n' wrestling band of all time with a BAAAAACK bodydrop that airs out his vocal chords! Fist-pump from Bosley, then a fist to the face of the oncoming Synth! COACH That's a man of peace! You don't punch a man of peace in the face like that! COLE Looks to me like he just did, mmm-hmmm *snaps fingers* Bosley traps the reeling Logan in the corner and scales the turnbuckles... "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" "TEN!" ...and a DIVING BACK ELBOW off the middle to Synth!! COLE Bosley is so deceptively athletic! COACH Must be all that police training he never puts into action as a Detective sat behind a desk and a family sized box of donuts all day. As Synth rolls to the floor, Logan staggers out of the corner into a GORILLA PRESS from Bosley! Logan escapes before plummeting to the mat though, landing behind the Detective and running him into the ropes with an O'Connor roll... 1... 2... HANDFUL OF TIGHTS changes the momentum puts Logan on top... 1... 2... NO! Stopping himself on the ropes Logan waits for Bosley to turn around before firing off the patented LEFT HOO... NO! Bosley ducks the left hook and takes him up for an Atomic Drop. Holly felt that one as badly as her husband, watching with a cringe as Bosley takes Logan up on his shoulders. COLE Oh look out, they're looking to Protect and Serve Logan Mann! What an upset this would be if they hit it! COACH You can say that again. Bosley holds Logan up despite the punches being rained down on him. Behind him, EMT Tim scales the turnbuckles ready to come off with the 'rana... ...but Synth draws the referee's attention from the apron, allowing HOLLY-WOOD TO SHOVE EMT TIM OFF THE TOP!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Damnit! COACH It's Holly-Wood to the rescue! Crashing into the back of his partner, EMT Tim causes a three-man pile-up in the ring. Coming out of it best is Detective Bosley, but he's clearly not aware of what happened as he looks down at his partner Cash interrogating him about what happened. Taking advantage of the situation, Logan lies in wait... *WHAM!* ...AND CONNECTS WITH THE WICKED LEFT HOOK~!!! COLE Got him with it. Logan cradles up Bosley, while Synth drags the EMT to the floor... 1... 2... 3!!! *DINGDINGDING!* BUFFER Your winners of this contest... THE HEAVENLY RRROOOOOOOCCKKEEEERRRRRRRSSSSSSS!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Reunited with his loving wife Logan clearly appreciates the assist, embracing Holly-Wood with a cheeky wink. The Heavenly Rockers quickly make their escape while a still groggy Bosley sits up trying to figure out what just went down. COACH Looks like we should start calling them Miscue 911. Like that one, mister laughter? COLE What I don't like is the cheap victory The Heavenly Rockers just sneaked out. It looked like Bosley and Cash were on the verge of a major upset, until Holly-Wood sprung into action and knocked Cash off the top, right into his partner. And Logan profits from his wife's interference. COACH And now, the celebrations can begin. They're heading to find Abdullah I'm sure. There in spirit if not in person. Logan and Synth make their way to the back, while Bosley marches around the ring angry at what just went down.

I can't remember what tape it was on, but that was definately on a Coliseum Video release. I want to say 1992 Year In Review. Anyway, I remember it really well because I was so shocked somebody actually lost to the Million $ Dream on first viewing. That just didn't happen. Especially a guy like Earthquake. I'm pretty sure he either got nailed with the briefcase or ran into the ringpost beforehand, so of course it wasn't clean, but still.

Ric Flair vs. Ricky Morton Great American Bash 1986, NWA World Title, Cage Match Just saw this match for the first time a few weeks ago and loved it. Told a really strong story with the build-up of Morton's nose being messed up by the Horsemen.

Cactus Jack vs. Randy Orton Backlash 2004, Intercontinental Title No Holds Barred Match Featuring Foley making Orton a star. Love the build-up to the match, Cactus takes a typical amount of punishment and then Orton suddenly takes a thumbtack bump and everything changes. A good example of a feud-ending match accomplishing exactly what the feud itself was supposed to.

Okay, from PWInsider:

Well, I'll be watching for Yoshino, Doi and Koslov. Another set of spoilers I saw had an interview with Shawn Daivari listed. Can't remember where they were from though.

You can take Christian Wright if you want Ed.

COLE Earlier this week, I was lucky enough to get backstage access with The Love Doctors... COACH Really? Wow, I'm so pleased for you man, after all these years of admiring looks across the announce desk and all that sexual tension, it finally happened for you! COLE (casting a sideways look to Coach) ...backstage access on the set of The Love Line, Dr. Pigley's local Chicago radio show. COACH Oh. Man, don't sweat it, it'll happen for you one day. COLE *sighs* This is what happened. ~~~~~~~~ With the distant sound of everyday hustle and bustle in the background our OAOAST.com cameras pan down the street and settle on an establishing shot of the outside of the KWCR building in Chicago, Illinois. Inside we then go to find The Love Doctors mingling in the building's green room. Straight from a shift at Windy City Hospital, Dr. Anderson wears his trademark monogrammed lab coat over purple scrubs. Dr. Pigley is a lot more casual though in black slacks and a purple button up shirt. Pigley's conversation with his unknown friend ends with a laugh and a handshake, the guy who is presumably another radio presenter then disappearing while Pigley finally notices the cameras. COLE Guys, good to see you. How's it going? Handshakes greet Michael Cole as he steps into shot. PIGLEY Welcome to Chicago pal. And, welcome to my second job. ANDERSON Uh... wouldn't it be third, Steve? Doctor, wrestler, radio presenter. PIGLEY Actually it goes 'wrestler, radio presenter, doctor'. COLE So, Dr. Pigley, Dr. Anderson, we're here today of course to talk about The Love Line. PIGLEY Every Wednesday evening at 7PM across Chicago radio. There's a plug. Anyway, it's my pleasure to give our great OAOAST fans a special behind the scenes look at the show. This new calling in my life has been a tremendous honour. To use my background as doctor and my experience in relationship matters to help the wider public over those three hours, it feels good. And I'm so proud of this new calling, I really wanted to give The Love Doctors' OAOAST fans a special look at what happens behind the microphone. COLE Well, by my watch it's 35 minutes to airtime, so let's get right to it shall we? [COLOR=red]This is [b]KWCR[/b] [COLOR=blue]95.6![/COLOR] [i]#radio!#[/i][/COLOR] [COLOR=blue][size=4]KWCR![/size][/COLOR] [COLOR=red]Chicago radio[/COLOR] We now find ourselves in the recording booth with our trio, Pigley casting a hand over his desk which is littered with papers, stationary, an empty coffee cup and lots of other miscellaneous clutter. PIGLEY This is where the magic happens. COLE So, how about you tell everyone a little more about the show? PIGLEY Well, each and every week I open up the airwaves to the people of Chicago, and thanks to the magic of the digital age even those beyond the Illinois area on occassion, to those in need of relationship advice. We also talk love in general. How to be more successful with the opposite sex, what not to do on that crucial first date, . Don't be mistaken in thinking it's gratuitious. It's not all about sex. Of course, we do deal with that because sex is an important part of life. But it's about all aspects of relationships. Courting, dating, we even talk about certain medical problems with my doctorate background. And we help a lot of people. [COLOR=blue]Across the Second City[/COLOR] [i]*briiiiiiiiing*[/i] [COLOR=red][b]KWCR is where it's at[/b][/COLOR] [COLOR=blue]We discuss all the topics...[/COLOR] [COLOR=pink]"Hey, wha'dya'll think about that then?"[/COLOR] [b][size=5]AAAAWWWWW YEAH~![/size] [COLOR=red]KWCR radio![/b][/COLOR] Dr. Pigley is in his seat doing last sound checks for the show with airtime rapidly approaching, so Cole and Dr. Anderson have retreated to the sound booth, looking in. COLE So, what do you think about your partner's new venture? ANDERSON I'm delighted for him. Some people would probably assume I'd be jealous... and, yeah, since the radio show's come along Steven has been getting a little more attention from the ladies. But I'm delighted to see him doing so well. It's a little new to us, to have one of us gaining success in a solo venture. Me and Steven are great colleagues in the ring and in the ER. But we're also great friends. COLE And the show? ANDERSON Yeah, I think he's doing a good job. The response seems to have been really strong and like Steven said, the show really helps people out. It's a great way to use his training as a doctor to reach people. It's not one of those annoying radio shows that's all boring small-talk and inane sound-bites, you know? [COLOR=red][i]#Ninety five point siiiiiiiiiix#[/i] Turn it on![/COLOR] [COLOR=purple][i]"Gimme the Love Line, ooooohhh"[/i][/COLOR] [COLOR=blue]Relationship advice that money can't buy[/COLOR] [COLOR=green]*CHA-CHING!*[/COLOR] [COLOR=blue]On the radio![/COLOR] "HEY! HEY! HEY LADIIIEEES!" [COLOR=red]Only on KWCR. [b]95.6!![/b][/COLOR] With Dr. Pigley [COLOR=pink][b]OINK OINK[/b][/COLOR] [i]#95.6!#[/i] PIGLEY (in finest radio voice) Gooood evening you're listening to KWCR 95.6, local Chicago-land area radio and The Love Doctor is in from now until ten o'clock to give you The Love Line. This week we'll be telling you the top ten surefire pick-up lines that'll ensure your weekend is an eventful one. To all the ladies listening, help is at hand. We've got Bruce Willis, you've got Steven Pigley... what do [i]men[/i] really want? We'll tell you later on. And we want to hear your calls! If you've got a matter of the heart you need to discuss, get yourself on the line and The Love Doctor will see you. For the loved up and the lovelorn alike, I'll give you the advice you need in the next three hours. Pigley clicks around on his computer screen a little. PIGLEY So without any further ado, let's dive into the phone-lines. Our first caller is a 'Margaret' and she's calling from way out in Charlotte, North Carolina. Margaret, the doctor will see you now. MARGARET (sounding strangely familiar) Uh... hey, yeah... whassup Doc? PIGLEY Okay Margaret you're live on the air, what's your problem? MARGARET Well, see me and my boyfriend yeah, we've been together for a few months now and when we first started dating everything was vegan kosher. He's a super sweet guy and everything he did was so romantic. Moonlight walks. Candlelit dinners. Nights under the stars. He bought me a new lamp when he broke it. We joked he was the 'light of my life', although I'm not real sure where that name came from. But just recently we've been hanging out less and less and it's always real tense, because we've got a lotta mutual friends so we kinda see each other without actually, you know, seeing each other. PIGLEY Is this a work romance? MARGARET Well if you can really call it work, suresies. Anyway, normally I ain't sweating it because guys blow hot and cold sometimes, I figure that's nothing to worry about. But this is different. See, now I got my sister in the picture and they're becoming close friends, or at least that's what they say. The further away we get, the closer they get. Ya know, I don't think it's crazy to read into it that that probably ain't no happy coincidence. I think there's something more going on and I'm not the only one. Anyway, I guess I'm calling to ask your advice about what to do about that. Do I go militant and call they asses out or what? Dr. Pigley takes a curious look over to the sound booth, to see if Dr. Anderson and Michael Cole are thinking what he's thinking. Judging from their look, they are. PIGLEY Okay Margaret, so you and your boyfriend... what did you say his name was? MARGARET It's... uh... it's Deon. Crap, that's not ver... yeah, yeah, Deon. Yeah. Taking a sip of his now filled coffee cup, Pigley smiles a little wry smile. PIGLEY Well I think the best thing for you to do, Margaret, is tread carefully. Unless you have actual proof that something is going on and from what you're saying I'm assuming you don't, you could well be reading too much into things and cause problems where there are none. MARGARET So, if I already maybe confronted my sister about it and got into a huge fight about it, that'd be not neccessarily cool is what you're saying? PIGLEY Margaret, I don't think your sister is neccessarily the issue. Perhaps you're looking at your sister as a source of blame for existing relationship problems or doubts you may have. MARGARET But see here's the skinny, me and... uh, Deon... we don't HAVE any other relationship problems. The only problem is, he seems to care more about my sister than me sometimes. Oftentimes. Toomanytimes. Ya know, it's not like I've got a problem with them being friends or anything like that. I'm not a psycho protective kinda girl, unless somebody steps up and tests me, then you better believe it's on. PIGLEY Yet you sound very insecure, if you don't mind me saying so. Is there anything else about your boyfriend that makes you think he may stray that you haven't mentioned? MARGARET Nope. PIGLEY No past occupations, maybe? MARGARET Nothing unusual. PIGLEY Okay. Interesting. *sips coffee* Well Margaret, it's only natural to feel threatened by a close relationship formed by a loved one. Especially with someone so close as your own sister. I don't want you to feel 'crazy' for worrying. But, you need to understand that Deon having friends is not a threat to your relationship. Be they male or female. You can't see your relationship as an 'exclusive right' to his heart. The best thing for you to do is to sit down and talk with him. Clear the air and talk about your concerns that you're not seeing enough of each other, [i]without[/i] sighting your sister as a reason. If he's really spending more time with her than you're comfortable with, try and think what it is that your boyfriend may be getting from his friendship with your sister that he's not getting from you. It may be something you can work on, more likely it will be something you're completely comfortable with. Trust your sister and trust your boyfriend. If you can't find it in yourself to do that, then clearly there's a deeper problem. MARGARET That simple? PIGLEY My guess is, he confides in her because he feels he can't talk openly to you. Maybe he has a problem communicating with those closest to him. Or, maybe he senses your anxities and is being pushed away by them. Try to be more understanding, more patient. And hopefully your worries will prove harmless. MARGARET Okay, I'll give it a try. Can you play 'Sunshine Of Your Love'? PIGLEY Uh, we don't actually play music on the show. MARGARET Gotcha. Well, smell ya later then. PIGLEY Okay folks, that was Margaret from Charlotte, teaching us all a valuable lesson in trust. We'll be right back with more of your calls after these words from our sponsors. ~~~~~~~~ Back to the arena. COLE Fair to say we got more than we bargained for with that piece. Very revealing. COACH Dude, all he did was show you his desk and his collection of half-chewed pens. COLE I meant the caller. COACH Oh yeah. You know Mikey, I guess I shouldn't be surprised since I've gotten to know so many women in my time, but that voice sounded kinda familiar. Strange. Like, maybe it was a voice that I should recognise or something? COLE Go figure. Well, while your brain catches the rest of the world's population up, we'll go to... COACH Woah woah woah! Wait a sec. You don't think that 'Margaret' could have been, like, a codename for Maggie do you!? As in Maggie Nerdly! COLE *slaps forehead* Well done.

I can't believe they're seriously calling Mickie 'Moose Knuckles'. That's either the worst thing ever or the greatest, I'm still undecided.

People like kicking Colin's ass? Chances are the word 'turn' was a little misleading.

Ah, I came SO close to taking Austin/Dude with my last pick. Good call.

COLE Earlier this week, as you may have seen via OAOAST.com we finally caught up with Sly Sommers at our OAOAST studios in . Let's take a look at this pre-recorded comments, with some huge revelations! ****************** Sat in a darkened room on a black leather chair, Sly Sommers leans back with a bottle of sports drink resting in his lap. Across from him sits Josh Matthews, a longtime associate of Sly's. Sly seems in a pretty serious mood, as he takes a deep sigh and another swig from the bottle. MATTHEWS Sly, first off thanks for talking to us here. Sly nods in acknowledgement. MATTHEWS Now, as everyone is probably aware and you especially, we haven't seen you around since The Milan Spectacular last month. So, I guess the first question to ask is... where have you been? SLY Should have expected that one. You know, I know plenty of people have had theories on this. Some people thought I might have packed it in after everything that happened in Milan. Some probably thought I'd fallen off the wagon again and was laying in some dirty back alley in Italy somewhere off my face. Fact is, I just needed time. Time to evaluate things. I've been back a little while now and gaining trust has been hard. Like I said, some people still think I've got my 'issues'. So, I guess I was surprised when I was hit with what I was hit with. I've spent so long trying to get people to trust me, imagine my shock when somebody [i]I[/i] trusted stung me. MATTHEWS You're referring of course to James Cone superkicking you after your match. SLY Right. MATTHEWS So, back to the question of where you've been. SLY Well, what Cone did really got to me, so I had to get my head around that. But also, I had to re-evaluate some things. See, Cone showed me that I wasn't where I wanted to be yet. He beat me fair and square, one, two, three before all the bull(-bleep-) that went down afterwards. I wrestled Bohemoth a few weeks before and he ran right through me. Fact is, I wasn't performing to the level I wanted to. Maybe being back made me so happy, it took me that superkick to realise I was coasting along a little bit. Whatever, I decided that instead of going back with the rest of the travelling party after the European tour, I'd go and get myself ready. The comeback was great. But now, just 'being back' isn't enough. Which is why the past few weeks, I've been off training with somebody to help me get back to my very best. Somebody to get the best from me. Hopefully we'll be seeing that real soon. MATTHEWS And, what of James Cone? He suffered an injury not long after your match in Milan and hasn't been seen recently either, but I'm sure the time you two have spent away hasn't done much to calm the waters. SLY Josh, Cone's got this weird notion in his head that I disrespected him. I made one offhand comment... no, no. It wasn't offhand, it was an honest appraisal. OAOAST officials wanted to sit me down and talk. Pull no punches. I just said what I felt. I never meant to cause offence... and the fact Cone reacted the way he did tells me maybe that appraisal was pretty spot on. Obviously I touched a nerve. MATTHEWS Did James Cone prove you wrong about 'having the passion' with that superkick on you? Sly takes another sip of his sports drink. SLY Yes. No. I don't know. He proved he had a mean streak, but he went about it the wrong way. You know, this isn't an issue of passion or an issue of what I think of him. This is now an issue of trust. And take this from someone who knows a thing about being distrusted by the masses... it's not a nice feeling. James Cone has taken a dangerous road in his career. Some will say I'm a liability because of my past. Now, some will say Cone is a guy who can't be trusted. Both pretty lonely places to be. I'm trying to come out of that, while James Cone is rapidly digging his way into that hole. So, I have a challenge for Mr. Cone. Sly turns away from Josh to the camera. SLY The best way to show you your mistake is to show you not what you won in Milan, but what you lost. Respect. So, I have a challenge for you. You find any four guys who are still willing to team up with you. I'll find four guys who are still willing to put their trust in me. And we'll meet up... in WAR GAMES! Josh's eyes peak at the announcement, as Sly stands up and leaves the studio. ****************** COLE The challenge set for War Games and we now know the match is on. Team Sommers to meet Team Pheonix, at War Games in Minneapolis! COACH And the real test may just be finding people to round out those teams.

On our return to the arena, we pan the crowd ahead of our historic main-event. The New Jersey crowd whoop their approval, with some very special guests in amongst them. Over in the third row we see Jumbo, Deuce Deuce Bigelow and Denzel Spencer with special seats in amongst the people. Elsewhere, Vitamin X sits with Princess Stacey discussing something amongst themselves. Front row seats have been bagged by Jamie O'Hara and The Christ Air Express. Even out of the arena there's great interest, as we cut back to see Landon Maddix and Megan Skye in their dressing room watching, while amongst those gathered around a more communal monitor is Alfdogg, stood with arms folded. COLE The eyes of the OAOAST are on this one, The Match Of Champions just moments away. Featuring all eight male OAOAST champions in this one fall, eight man tag team match, it promises to be one of the biggest main-event in HeldDOWN~! history Coach. COACH We've got guys watching backstage, I see guys sitting in the crowd, EVERYBODY wants to get a good view of this one. And why? Simple. You've got, like you said, all the champions of the OAOAST in this match... and every guy in that locker room and out here or wherever they may be wishes they were involved. Because these are the guys that are holding gold coming up. The measuring sticks in this company. Trust me, this is gonna be a great match, but the Rejects and the Spanish Flys and the Jock Mulligans, they're not watching it to be entertained, they're taking advantage of this rare chance to strain a scouting eye on all the champions at once. COLE You may well be right about that. The eyes of the world are on Trenton, New Jersey, it's The Match Of Champions! Let's not waste any longer and go up to Michael Buffer for the introductions. [IMG=http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii59/KingCucaracha/shirts/matches/MOC.jpg] *DINGDING!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, wrestling fans, the following contest is your HeldDOWN~! MAIN EVENT of the evening! It is the first ever MATCH OF CHAMPIONS! Scheduled for one fall to a finish, it is an Eight Man Tag Team Match, featuring all of the title holders of the OAOAST in one ring at one time. And now, ladies and gentlemen... ARE YOU READY? "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER Albany, New York... ARE... YOU... rrrrrrrrrrRRRREADY!? "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER Then, for the thousands in attendance... and the millions watching around the world, ladies and gentlemen... LLLLLLLLLLLLET’S GET RRREEAADY TO RRRUMBLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! The lights dim, then begin going crazy, as if a virus has infected them, randomly jerking around the arena, frantically changing colors and turning off and on. It’s as if a bad anime scene has come to life. Loud scratching fills the airwave, as if a DJ has lost their mind and is attempting to break their equipment. In-between the rips, legitimate music kicks on, of a Southern, heavy metal nature. "I ask you please just give us/ Five Minutes Alone." The lights continue to dart and flash as the music leaves and the scratching continues, only to come back again, now of a hip-hop nature. "White America/ I could be one of your kids." The rap fades out and the scratching continues, at an even greater pace, until music comes back, now of a hardcore variety. "Final Prayer/ Final prayer for the human race." The music leaves once again and the scratches reach their apex, before the sound cuts out and the arena goes pitch black. A single spotlight appears on the stage, the only light in the darkened arena. People look towards the light, but see nothing. Then People = Shit by Slipknot hits. [b]HERE WE GO AGAIN MOTHERFUCKER![/b] The crowd goes insane as a figure punches through the curtains, hidden beneath two bandanas, one over his face and the other over his head. His hands are taped up, with a red "X" on the back of each of them. BUFFER Introducing team number one. First, from 'South Of Heaven'. He weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds... a charter member of the OAOAST, he is widely regarded as the most sadistic man to grace this ring. He is a member of the Deadly Alliance... and the reigning OAOAST HEARTLAND CHAMPION... SSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAANNDDMMMMMAAAAAAAAANN... NNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNEEEEEEEEEE... TTHHHHHHHOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAANNDD!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Sandman slides into the ring and rips off the bandanas, a sick smile on his face as he raises his title belt overhead. COLE The OAOAST original, Sandman9000. That Heartland Title will do him no good tonight though, this isn't a Heartland Division match-up. Tonight we're going to see what Sandman can do outside of his hardcore environment. COACH And make no mistake, he's no slouch as a wrestler. It's just, sometimes slicing and dicing is more fun. "The Church Of Hot Addiction" by Cobra Starship hits next, Sandman kicking back in the corner while his partners make their way out. Nathaniel Black leads the way, raises his fists into the air with his 6-Man Title in hand. Behind him, James Blonde makes way for the chest pounding Faqu, clearly fired up for this match as he stomps ahead of his partners. Blonde and Black are a picture of confidence, and who can blame them with the crazed Samoan causing fans to cower as he passes. BUFFER And his tag team partners. Total combined weight, seven hundred and fourty seven pounds... they represent Cucaracha Internacional. Together, holders of the OAOAST WORLD 6-MAN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... from Vancouver, British Columbia... "THE TRENDSETTER" JJJJAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMEEEESSSSSSSS BBLLLLLLOOOOOOOOONNDDEEEEEEEEEEEE!! "THE SAMOAN WRECKING BALL"... FFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAQQUUUUUUUUUUU!! And from London, England, NNAAAATTHHHHHAAAAAAAANNIIIIIIEEEEEELLLLLLLL BBLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAACCKK!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Beating his chest again, Faqu scales the ring steps and stares at Sandman for a second before he enters the ring. COLE It's going to be interesting to see how Sandman9000 blends with his 6-Man Tag Team Champion partners, especially somebody like Nathaniel Black. We all know how Black feels about wrestlers who's style conflicts his and I doubt he's a big fan of the deathmatches somehow. Sure enough, there's an uneasy look between Black and Sandman, barely acknowledging each other. It's left to Blonde to offer up a high-five. All is well for now it seems, the four standing side by side and watching on as "Shine" by Collective Soul begins to play and brings the New Jersey crowd around. A warm reaction greets the World Tag Team Champions, Benjamin and Moss looking all business as they walk out. Well, one walks, one rather limps as Charlie Moss takes it careful on his taped left knee. BUFFER And introducing the opponents! First, at a total combined weight of four hundred and eighty pounds... a team that have assembled the top accolades in both amateur and professional wrestling circles. The current OAOAST ONE AND ONLY WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... CHARLIE MOSS and QUENTIN BENJAMIN... together, they are TTEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM... HHHHEEEEEEEYYYYYYYRRRRRROOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSS!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Looks and words are exchanged by Team Heyross and Sandman9000 from the outside of the ring. COLE I'm sure Moss and Benjamin will love to get their hands on Sandman tonight, he being the partner of Reject and Thunderkid of course. Issues still unresolved there after what happened back at School's Out. COACH Reject and Thunderkid aren't Tag Champions yet. So, yes. Definately unresolved. Suddenly, a piano plays a melody causing the crowd to rise to their feet. COACH Okay, I just went off this whole Match Of Champions thing. The lights go down in the arena, turning back on in tune with the melody. [b]"COME ON!" *BOOM~!*[/b] Pyro explodes, leaving behind fire that burns on both sides of the entrance stage. "Gasolina (Remix)" by Daddy Yankee featuring Lil’ Jon and Pitbull starts playing as Colombian Heat rushes out onto the stage, getting the crowd fired up. Heat runs to both sides of the entrance stage and fires that section of the arena up. The US Champion then hangs the belt over his shoulder and gives it a pat, acknowledging the fans before hand-slapping his way down the aisle. BUFFER Introducing next. Originally from Bogotá, Colombia, but now residing in Miami, Florida. He weighs in at one hundred and eighty pounds... one half of The Badd Boyz and the OAOAST UNITED STATES HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... CCOOOOOLLLLLLLOOOOOOOMMMMMBBIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAANN... HHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAATT!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Heat's trail down the aisle takes him to Team Heyross, tagging hands with them as well. Heat fires up the fans some more, jumping around on the spot in his eagerness to get going. COACH At least he's not going to do that annoying thing where he talks. COLE You mean when he fires up these great fans before the match? COACH Well, any time Heat talks is pretty annoying but that was the one I was alluding to at the moment, yeah. "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" The crowd eagerly await the final Champion... [b]"THE CHAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMP..."[/b] [i]*DUN DUN*[/i] [b]"...IS..."[/b] [i]*DUN*[/i] [b]"...HERE!"[/b] ...and with that, a lightning bolt hits the entrance, the PRL entrance video plays on the AngleTron, and "Know Your Role 2000" begins playing, with the crowd standing up and cheering. PR is heard saying, "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" throughout the song, while smoke fills the entryway and strobe lights appear on the entrance set. A few seconds elapse before out through the smoke strides the reigning World Champion, Tha Puerto Rican! PRL marches out and right down the aisle, to the sound of roaring cheers and the sight of dozens of PRL signs being thrust in the air. COLE In The Match Of Champions, here comes THE Champion! BUFFER And the final participant! He comes to us from San Juan, Puerto Rico... weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. The other half of The Badd Boyz... he is the reigning One and Only AngleSault Thread HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOORRRRRLLDD... ladies and gentlemen, this is THHHAAAAAA PPPPPPPUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEERRRRRRTTOOOOOOOO... RRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANN!!!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Climbing the steps, PRL scales the turnbuckles on the outside and raises the World Title in the air as he smells the electricity in the air. Into the ring slide Benjamin, Moss and Heat with the numbers now even and all eight champions find themselves in the ring for the first time. COLE What a reaction in New Jersey for Tha Puerto Rican! They are pumped for this historic match, that's for sure! COACH Congratulations PR, [i]New Jersey[/i] likes you. You two deserve each other, you truly do. Blonde keeps Faqu from charging, calming him down as the sight of PRL standing tall on the turnbuckles riles him up. Leaping down, PRL calls his team together and they talk strategy, or namely who's going to start the match. The Badd Boyz and Team Heyross seem to be in cohesion for now, while across the ring James Blonde appoints himself leader, or at least mediator with his team-mates. COLE PRL will no doubt be a marked man tonight. We know that the 6-Man Champions will be looking to soften him up for their leader Landon Maddix, plus Sandman's fellow Deadly Alliance member Alfdogg has made no secret of his World Title aspirations either. So here we go, let's see who's going to start out... COACH Woah woah, wait a second Michael. Look. The camera pans away from the ring and to the top of the stage, where THE CUBAN WALL has strolled out unannounced! Taking up his position at the top of the ramp, Wall stands with arms folded watching on. COLE Like we said, everybody wants to get a good viewpoint for this match. And it looks like we're going to see the World Heavyweight Champion starting it out! PRL is indeed going to start, stirring up an air of excitement in amongst the crowd. The World Champ waits patiently, as across the ring it's decided on Nathaniel Black to start for his team. Blonde and Black high-five before The Englishman starts stretching out, eyes locked with Tha Puerto Rican's. *DINGDINGDING!* "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" With the support of the crowd behind him, PRL steps out of his corner and right into an exchange of words with Nathaniel Black. The mouthy cockney gets right up in front of Tha Puerto Rican and points out the size difference between them before daring him to take the first shot. PRL needs no second asking. He nails Black with a right hand. And another. Another. Another! Black is backed up by the punches, caught by surprise by the ferocity of the World Champion. Backed up into the ropes, Black is grabbed by PRL for an irish whip. The Englishman reverses the whip and ducks his head, looking to headbutt PRL in the midsection on the way back. But PRL goes up and over with a sunset flip... 1... 2... Kickout by Black, quickly back up to his feet and attempting to tie up PR's legs in some sort of submission! COACH Here we go! World Champ or not, PRL can't compete on the mat with Nathaniel Black! Realising this, PRL squirms around to free himself and manages to spin away, rolling away to the ropes. Arrogantly, Nathaniel shows Tha Puerto Rican just how close he came to trouble. PRL shakes it off and with Heat's encouragement, he locks hands for a test of strength. The two men lock one set of hands, but before they can clasp the second set Black pulls out a quick pirouhette into a hammerlock. COLE Black is argueably the best skilled technical wrestler in the OAOAST. Hold and counter hold, it comes so naturally to him with that European background. COACH And I'm pretty sure The Rock wasn't a great counter wrestler, so PR's screwed! PRL searches high and low for an escape before settling for throwing a back elbow. Black gets caught hard in the jaw and loses hold of Tha Puerto Rican, who quickly hits the ropes. Shaking off the elbow, Black swings with a clothesline. PRL ducks underneath though, building up speed off the ropes and baseball sliding through the legs of The Englishman. Caught out, Black turns around into a side headlock takeover. Hanging onto the headlock PRL shrugs off an attempted headscissors and leaves Black kicking the mat in frustration at being out-wrestled in that exchange. "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE You were saying? PRL brings Nathaniel back up with the side headlock and reaches out, making the first tag to Quentin Benjamin. COLE Here comes someone who can match holds with Black! The former Pac-10 and NCAA Champion. Springing to the top rope, Benjamin comes down with a fist to the ribs of Black. He then wrings out the arm and bars it to keep control. Black places his free forearm under Benjamin's jawbone and forces him back against the ropes though, waiting for the referee's 5 count to force a break before headbutting Benjamin in the stomach! European uppercut from the European, before whipping Benjamin off the ropes. But Quentin rolls underneath a forearm strike and Charlie Moss quickly enters to help deliver a Double Dropkick! Blonde rushes in, but he takes a Double Dropkick and both men quickly roll outside, while PRL and Colombian Heat rush in to knock Sandman9000 and Faqu off the apron for good measure! All four men left in the ring work the crowd, while Cucaracha Internacional+9000 are forced to a- regroup and b- keep Faqu from going tearing ringside apart. COLE The World, US and Tag Team Champions are standing tall in the early going! COACH Thanks to double-teaming and cheapshots, let's call it how it is shall we? The 6-Man and Heartland Champions regroup, while referee Mike Chioda gets control in the ring. Back in slides Nathaniel Black, but he has no intentions of staying in for long. Instead, he slaps Faqu's hand and points him in. COLE Uh-oh. Quentin Benjamin's eyes widen a little as the big Samoan enters, ranting away in his native tongue. Looking him up and down, Benjamin tries to figure the best way to attack and as Faqu moves in, he tries a single leg trip. When your leg is the size of a tree trunk, it's not easy to trip though. Faqu goes nowhere and with Benjamin clinging onto him, he raises up his hands and strikes down across the back with overhand chops! Stung, Quentin backs away into a corner to recover. Faqu follows him in though... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and delivers a meaty knifedge to the chest! COACH Don't get that in the amateurs! Such is the force that Benjamin is bounced out of the corner, staggering away to catch his breath. Right on him, Faqu clubs him from behind, forcing Benjamin down to one knee. Faqu then scoops Benjamin up and slams him down, all on the orders of James Blonde who quickly makes the tag. Climbing his corner, The Trendsetter stands over his partners and extends his arms to a chorus of boos, before coming off the top with a Flying Kneedrop! COLE Textbook teamwork from Blonde and Faqu. The big Samoan does all the work and Blonde comes in with the opponent prone to put the finishing touches on. COACH If it works, go with it. After a fancy roll through to his feet, Blonde crawls back over to cover... 1... 2... No! Blonde pulls Benjamin up in a front facelock and instantly brings Faqu back in. COACH Quick tags, clearly the more cohesive team are Black, Blonde, Faqu and Sandman. COLE I don't know about that. Team Heyross are Tag Champions and The Badd Boyz have been back together for about 6 months now. COACH 3+1 is greater than 2+2. COLE No it's not. With Benjamin wide open, Faqu delivers a headbutt to the ribs with Blonde holding him in place. Benjamin falls to one knee and Faqu lines him up before landing a hard kick to the chest. Fighting for breath, Quentin is pulled back up. Irish whip is reversed... but only to arms length, as Faqu stays rooted to the spot! Benjamin tugs on the arm a couple of times but Faqu won't budge and eventually pulls Benjamin into a back elbow! With Quentin down, Blonde again calls for the tag. As before the Samoan scoops up and slams Benjamin before he tags out. Up top, JB makes a big show of himself again as he balls up the fist, throwing a shout-out to Marty Jannetty with the Fistdrop... ...INTO THE MAT!! COLE Blonde took way too much time posing up top that time! Benjamin quickly shuffles to his corner to tag Moss, cutting Blonde off from tagging out himself. With kicks and punches Team Heyross back Blonde up into the ropes and shoot him off, referee Chioda counting away. With only 3 on the clock, the World Tag Team Champions elevate JB up with a Double Flapjack and Quentin exits the ring, allowing Moss to pin... 1... 2... No! Wringing the arm, Moss keeps Blonde at arm's length from the tag. Hammerlock and a slam, Moss with another quick cover... 1... 2... No! Moss keeps Blonde down by applying a top wristlock on the mat. Bridging up on his neck, Blonde tries to aleviate the pressure and look for an escape. He finds one by rolling backwards and to his feet, only for Moss to hang onto the arm into another hammerlock. COLE Blonde looking over to his corner to Nathaniel Black, wondering how in the hell that happened! COACH He's not the only one. Getting over the surprise, Blonde backs up and forces Charlie's back against the ropes. Reaching back he hooks the head, pushing up off the canvas and executing a flying mare... but Moss hangs doggedly onto the arm to come out on top with another hammerlock! COLE One of the most important aspects of amateur wrestling is grip and Charlie Moss is showing he's lost none of it. Moss brings Blonde back up, bringing him to the corner to tag in Colombian Heat for the first time. "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" COLE The US Champion in! COACH The US is being represented by a Colombian and the World by a Puerto Rican. No wonder the human race is in such a piss-poor state. Heat delivers a right hand to the shoulder as he steps in, then takes over with an armbar. Down to a knee goes Blonde and Heat smiles confidently, momentarily distracted by Cuban Wall still stood watching on the rampway but only for a second. Heat backs Blonde up into a neutral corner, then goes to town with a flurry of chops and punches in the corner! Blonde tries to cover up and Heat calls a halt in order to whip JB across the ring. As he approaches the opposite corner Blonde sticks his arms out and looks to go up and over on Heat. The US Champ goes with it but stops short of colliding with the turnbuckles. He waits for Blonde to land, then leaps to the middle rope and flips back with a Quebrada out of the corner to take JB down... 1... 2... Kickout! Heat looks for another irish whip, but this time Blonde reverses. On the rebound Blonde looks to scoop Heat up. Heat floats up and over the back, running Blonde into the ropes attempting an O'Connor roll. Blonde grabs hold of the ropes and pushes Heat off, the Colombian rolling through to his feet to catch Blonde running at him with a Hurricanrana! HEAT WHASSUP?! "WHASSUP?!" COACH Whassup!? Even guys like me don't say that! After exchanging ebonics with the New Jersey crowd, Heat comes off the ropes... and runs right into a desperation knee to the midsection. COACH Haha! Whassup now dawg!? Blonde wastes no time in getting over to his corner to get the tag to Sandman9000. The Heartland Champion enters the match for the first time and goes right at Heat with forearm strikes. Getting Heat dazed, Sandman then hits the ropes and goes for a clothesline. But Heat ducks and takes Sandman down with a schoolboy... 1... 2... No! COLE That straight ahead style of Sandman9000, almost cost him there though. Back up quickly, Sandman goes back to the forearms. Heat ducks again on the second shot though, then fights back on the Heartland Champion with right hands! COLE Colombian Heat's not going to back down from a fight though, not even from Sandman! Sandman goes to the EYES of Colombian Heat though, which soon puts a stop to that. Sandman quickly follows up with a back suplex and covers... 1... 2... No! Pulling Heat back up, Sandman scoops him off his feet and hangs him over the top rope. Another cover follows... 1... 2... No! The Heartland Champion drifts into Heartland mode, placing his foot across Heat's windpipe and gripping onto the top rope as he chokes the life from him! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" Sandman breaks on four but clearly isn't happy about it. COLE Well, Sandman isn't going to get away with that kind of tactic tonight. After an arguement with referee Chioda, Sandman ends up exchanging 'views' with Tha Puerto Rican, which soon escalates into exchanging a wad of spit. PRL takes unsurprising exception to that and jumps into the ring, only for Chioda to hold him back. As this goes on meanwhile, Nathaniel Black stands on the back of Colombian Heat's head trapping his throat on the bottom ring rope. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COACH You see, Sandman and the 6-Man Champs are totally in synch, just like I told you. COLE They share a common bond for breaking the rules I'll grant you that. Sandman walks back over and pulls Colombian Heat to his feet whilst a clearly agitated PRL is sent back to the apron. Hanging up Heat's arms over the ropes, Sandman backs up and delivers a knee strike to the exposed midsection. Sandman then lays in a right hand to the top of the head. A second. And then a forearm. Sending him off with an irish whip, Sandman goes up to deliver a standing dropkick, connecting right on the BUTT of the jaw. Rolling over, Sandman reaches up and tags out quickly. Faqu takes over and with Heat still down nursing his jaw, the Samoan prepares to drops the big one, dropping towards the stricken Colombian with a Big Splash... ...NOBODY HOME!! Heat rolls out of the way and right to his corner as Faqu eats mat! COLE Thank goodness Heat got out of the way right there. COACH Speak for yourself. COLE I think I'm speaking for the vast majority of the fans in New Jersey actually. COACH Yeah, I hate it when you do that. Heat tries to keep control of the raging Samoan as he traps him in a side headlock. Of course Faqu doesn't stay trapped for long, placing a hand in the back and shoving Heat into the ropes... where an ERRANT KNEE from James Blonde strikes him in the kidneys! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" A hard thrust to the throat from Faqu puts Heat down, the cover coming before Chioda can ask too many questions... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE Blatant cheapshot from Blonde. There's a trend he's been setting for a while. As complaints rage from Team Heyross and Tha Puerto Rican over the cheapshot from the outside James Blonde now becomes the legal man. JB comes in smiling which does little to calm the moods of his opposition. Picking Heat up, Blonde delivers a snap suplex in the middle of the ring. Blonde follows up with a quick double stomp. The Trendsetter then sits Heat up, trapping his arms in a crucifix and tilting him over into a pinning predicament... 1... 2... Kickout! Heat tries to keep going backwards from his kickout realising that's the direction his partners are waiting in. Nothing doing, as Blonde grabs a sneaker and drags him across the ring. Tag is made by Nathaniel Black, delivering a kneedrop to the chest with impressive elevation off the mat. COLE We heard Nathaniel Black making some pretty bold comments last week, talking about how he'd like to take the US Title from Colombian Heat and rename it the 'British Heavyweight Title'. And I know that caused great offence with Heat. COACH You have to admit, it would raise the levels of class around here a little. COLE So would firing you, but we don't want to seem like we're stealing ideas too directly from other places. Standing over Colombian Heat, Black walks around him arrogantly motioning for him to get back up. PRL does the same, although with a little more good intentions than the Englishman. Ever gutsy, Heat does get up but gets gripped around the back of the head and struck with a knee to face! Back down goes Heat in a heap. Turning to the crowd, Black mockingly asks "Is this the best you Yanks 'ave got!?", earning jeers from the New Jersey crowd, perhaps for mistaking the Colombian for an American or perhaps just for being an ass. Either way, they don't change their minds after Black slaps Heat across the back of the head daring him to get up again. "LET'S GO HEAT!" "LET'S GO HEAT!" "LET'S GO HEAT!" "LET'S GO HEAT!" Spurred on by the fans, Heat does fight back up. Black is waiting and again cups him behind the head, delivering a head-snapping European uppercut. Away staggers Heat, ending up in hung in the ropes where Black delivers another European uppercut. COACH Nobody delivers those like Nat Black. Grabbing Heat's head, Black throws a headbutt before he sends Heat for the ride. Black then connects with a high knee attack and covers the fallen Heat... 1... 2... PRL IN FOR THE SAVE! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" PRL mouths off to Black as he's sent back to the corner, taking a fake swipe at Chioda to make the referee flinch a little. COACH Oh yeah, big man, take a cheap kick at somebody and then threaten a referee. COLE I think PRL's getting a little wound up by watching Colombian Heat on the recieving end of this punishment for so long. COACH Then he should get a tag partner that doesn't suck maybe? Not letting PRL bother him, Black leads Colombian Heat over to his corner, making the tag to Sandman. The Trenton crowd try to get involved again, as Sandman takes over from the Englishman with a snapmare and a dropkick to the back of the head on the seated Heat! Heat writhes holding his neck until Sandman forces him down... 1... 2... Kickout! Sandman takes Heat and delivers a headbutt from his knees. The Heartland Champion then pulls the US Champion to his feet, whipping him into a corner and following close behind with a running forearm strike. After another couple of standing forearms, Sandman then elevates Heat up onto the top rope. COLE Could be a Muscle Buster maybe? Sandman pulls the head down and tries to hook Heat up. The US Champion fights it and grips onto the ropes to prevent being lifted up. So Sandman lets Heat go, throwing a punch... BLOCKED! Heat blocks and kicks Sandman in the chest. Another kick lands. Heat then reaches out, hooking Sandman for a Tornado DDT... NO! Sandman hangs onto Heat and places him kicking and squirming right back on the top rope. A hard palm strike upside the head leaves Heat dazed, allowing Sandman to go back after the head. Heat continues to prove elusive though and bounces on the middle rope, allowing himself to flip over and roll down Sandman's back! The Heartland Champion growls and turns around... INTO THE PELE KICK!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE THE PELE! THE PELE~! COACH I hate that move so much. As Sandman falls back in the corner, Colombian Heat finally has an opening to tag, giving hope to his team-mates. "HEAT!" "HEAT!" "HEAT!" "HEAT!" The crowd want the fresh man in and so does Colombian Heat, crawling down the ropes towards his partners' outstretched hands. Sandman shakes off the kick and goes for his corner as well. Both men reach out for the tag at the same time... Tag to James Blonde. TAG TO THA PUERTO RICAN!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Having darted into the ring, Blonde quickly slams on the brakes as he sees the World Champion darting towards him. PRL comes in swinging and throwing punches. A punch connects. Another. Another. And another. Irish whip by Tha Puerto Rican sends Blonde off the ropes, going up and over with a leapfrog. He goes up again with a reverse leapfrog, then takes The Trendsetter over with an armdrag as he rebounds again! Blonde ends up hitting the ropes as he gets to his feet and looks to use it to his advantage as he charges PR, but Tha Puerto Rican hurls himself through the air with the Gamengiri!! COLE Dodge THIS, BITCH~! Cover by PRL... 1... 2... No! Tha Puerto Rican jumps right back up, taking a shot at Nathaniel Black and Faqu as they stand idly by on the apron. PRL then crouches down and waits for Blonde to get back up, setting him up for the LATIN SLA... NO! Blonde elbows out of the attempted Latin Slam, then gets the tag off to Faqu. COACH Now we're going to have some fun. With PRL retreating into a corner Faqu quickly makes his way over to the opposite corner and comes charging, looking to engulf Tha Puerto Rican with an AVALANCHE... ...MISSED!! PRL gets out of the way and Faqu clatters into the turnbuckles! COACH That wasn't quite as fun as I was hoping for. COLE The pace is really picking up here between these eight OAOAST champions. Tag is made and Charlie Moss is in, bum-rushing The Samoan Wrecking Ball from behind and barging him into a corner. With Faqu pressed against the turnbuckles Moss clubs away with repeated clubbing forearms across the back, then backs up across the ring to deliver a running high knee in the corner! COLE Look at Charlie Moss taking it to the bigman with no fear whatsoever! Faqu staggers out from the corner, schoolyard tripped by Moss and stacked on his shoulders with a pinfall... 1... 2... NO! Climbing to his feet, Faqu walks right into Moss's arms. His attempt at an Overhead Belly To Belly is a little ambitious though. Faqu doesn't budge and delivers a headbutt to fend Moss off. Shuffling to the side a step, Faqu then aims for Moss's head with a Thrust Kick... but Moss sidesteps and swats it away. COLE Great flexibility from the Samoan, but no connection. Quick as a flash, Benjamin jumps in and the World Tag Team Champions combine with the DOUBLE GOOZLE~!!~1! Cover by Moss... 1... 2... Blonde comes in and tackles Benjamin, knocking him on top of the pin to break it up. COLE That was a unique way to break the pin. COACH You might even say it was 'trendsetting'. Blonde puts the boots to Moss before Benjamin gets back involved, Team Heyross getting the upperhand until the one man wrecking ball that is Faqu gets back to his feet. After clubbing both Moss and Benjamin down, Faqu is then directed by his buddy Blonde. Together Faqu and Blonde pull out stereo irish whips on Moss and Benjamin respectively. In stereo they then swing with clotheslines... and MISS with clotheslines. Ducking underneath, Moss and Benjamin put on the brakes and wait for JB and Faqu to turn... *SMACK!* *SMACK!* STEREO SUPERKICKS... but only Blonde goes down! FAQU BLLLLLAAAAAAAAHHHHH... *SMACK!* *SMACK!* A Double Superkick from Team Heyross finally drops Faqu though! COLE Down crashes the Wrecking Ball. As Team Heyross look relieved, they're caught unawares as Nathaniel Black slides in from the blindsight. Lunging forward, he clips Charlie Moss's knee sending him crashing to the mat with a howl of agony! Benjamin quickly jumps on Black and the two brawl out of the ring, while Moss is able to at least roll himself under the bottom rope. COLE Man, Moss looks in a lot of pain. Black went right for that left knee damaged at School's Out at the hands of Thunderkid and Reject. That was no coincidence. COACH Of course it wasn't, dummy! Nat's a smart guy, if there's a weakness he can exploit you better believe he knows about it before a match even starts because he's watches his tapes. Nevermind the fact Moss has got tape under the kneepad as well, painting a bullseye on it. COLE Well we've got plenty of men down here, the pace is starting to take it's toll. Benjamin and Black going at it just across from us. And the happiest people right now are those OAOAST superstars watching, seeing all the champions in highly competitive action and potentially becoming easier targets in the near future. COACH Like Cuban Wall, who's still not moved up there on the stage. COLE And Landon and Alfdogg, with their eyes locked on Tha Puerto Rican as he rolls back inside. As the World Champ brings himself back into the ring, he's met by Faqu getting groggily back to his feet. PRL quickly targets him and hits a running dropkick, sending Faqu falling back through the ropes and out to the floor with a thud! Tha Puerto Rican then turns and stalks James Blonde. But from behind, Sandman9000 suddenly appears and spins PRL around, boot to the gut and hooking the arms for the ARCHANGEL'S WIN... NO! PRL twists out and pulls Sandman forward, into the LATIN SLAM!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COLE PR connects! Here's the cover! PRL reaches back and hooks the far leg... 1... 2... BLONDE BREAKS IT UP! The Trendsetter kicks away at PRL on his way back up, then drives the point of his elbow into the back of the head. Once PRL fights to his feet, Blonde sends him into a corner with an irish whip. Following in he connects with a clothesline, hooking up the head and bringing Tha Puerto Rican out looking for the follow-up bulldog... but PRL throws Blonde off in mid-air! Blonde lands hard on his tailbone and slowly gets back up nursing it, as PRL backs up against the turnbuckles again. The World Champion then comes charging... *SMACK!* "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...BUT GETS INTERCEPTED WITH A YAKUZA KICK FROM SANDMAN9000!!!! COACH There's the knockout! COLE What a kick by Sandman, that's surely got to do it! Much to Sandman's surprise though, it's James Blonde who capitalises with the cover before he can do anything... 1... 2... NO!! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" As Blonde curses the two count, Sandman is more worried about the stolen pinfall attempt and asks Blonde what the hell's going on. The arguement can't come to anything too heated though, as Colombian Heat slides in and clatters their heads together! COLE DOUBLE NOGGIN KNOCKER~! Heat grabs a hold of Sandman by the hair and dumps him up and over the top rope. Turning around, the US Champ then catches Blonde with a right hand. Heat quickly hits another punch! And another! Heat then does the DANCE~!, before completing the Shake, Rattle and Roll! Down goes The Trendsetter, as Heat bounces off the ropes and does the SHIMMY~!, before hitting the Shaky Leg Kneedrop! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh yeah, Colombian Heat is firing up!! Blonde rolls from the ring as Heat looks out to the crowd and does a SHIMMY~! dance. As he turns around though, his shimmying is brought to an abrupt halt, as he's laid out with the BLACK LARIAT!!! COLE Nathaniel Black from out of nowhere with the Discus Lariat! COACH That oughta pour some cold water on the Heat. Cover by Black... 1... 2... NO! Black stomps back to his feet and pulls Heat up. Attempting a scoop slam, he loses Heat in mid-air and Heat is able to float out the back. Landing safely on his feet, the US Champion grabs a hold of Black looking to deliver the Bong Hit... but Black escapes with the right arm and pins it into a hammerlock, manoeuvering his way out to the front and kicking out the legs to drive Heat down with a Hammerlock DDT! COACH And that's a good way to seperate a shoulder. As Black gets back to his feet though, he doesn't see Quentin Benjamin springboarding into view and soaring into the ring to hit a Top Rope Bulldog!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE OH MY what a move! Benjamin turns his attentions to Faqu with a baseball slide to keep him out of the way, before motioning Black back to his feet. As the Englishman gets back up, Quentin goes to the gut with a boot and sets up a suplex, picking Black up for the ORANGE CRUS... NO! Black drives his knee down once he's turned upside down, connecting with the top of Benjamin's cranium! Once he hits the mat again, Black then hooks Benjamin's arms up underneath his chest and elevates him with the BRITTANIA BOM... NO! Benjamin counters with a Hurricanrana, arms still crossed!! 1... 2... NO!! ONLY TWO! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE I have no idea how Benjamin pulled that out... I've no idea WHAT he actually pulled out, but it so nearly won it for his team! Up to his feet, Black goes for a clothesline but finds himself backdropped up and over the top. Benjamin gets the crowd behind him before hitting the ropes. Black finds himself right by James Blonde, both providing a perfect landing pad for the SOMERSAULT PLANCHA FROM BENJAMIN!!! COACH Look ma, no hands! COLE Did Quentin Benjamin take flight or what?! The Trenton crowd give it up for that, before turning their attentions back to the ring. Sandman9000 has rolled back in and watches Colombian Heat getting to his feet. The US Champ holds his arm as he walks away from the ropes, directly into a boot. Sandman quickly hooks up the arms and delivers the ARCHANGEL'S WINGS~!!1~1!~!1!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Archangel's Wings, Heat got planted! Sandman makes the cover... 1... 2... PRL WITH THE SAVE!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Sandman gets back up into a slugfest with Tha Puerto Rican. Right hands from PR, forearms from 9000, back and forth they go. Meanwhile, into the ring slides Faqu. The Samoan Wrecking Ball lies in wait, as Sandman finally gets the better of the exchange and lands a headbutt, sending PRL reeling backwards. Seeing his chance, Faqu pounds his chest and charges... ...but so does Sandman... ...and PRL ducks, causing a collision between the partners! COACH Oh no, that ain't good. COLE We could have a major falling out on our hands! Bouncing off the mat, Sandman gets back up to be confronted by an angry Samoan reminstrating with him. Not one to back down, The Heartland Champion gets right back in Faqu's face before brushing him aside... just as Quentin Benjamin comes soaring back into the action with a Top Rope Clothesline!! Down goes Sandman, he and Benjamin taking their fight to the floor while PRL punches away at Faqu. Irish whip by PRL is reversed though, into a BIG Samoan Drop from the Samoan, driving the air out of PR and out of the New Jersey crowd! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH YES! That's it, he's got him! Cover him Faqu, you've got the World Champion beat! COLE What an upset this would be! Faqu does crawl over to PRL and turns him over, covering him... 1... 2... SHOULDER UP!!! COACH DAMNIT! Sliding back in, James Blonde directs traffic for his unorthodox partner, telling him to "finish him off". "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" COACH Yeah? We might be about to see the squashing of PRL any second! Faqu brings Tha Puerto Rican back up, but Blonde suddenly has a change of mind and gives Faqu some new instructions. Earnestly listening, the Samoan slams PRL in the centre of the ring and steps aside, as JB sends a shout-out to "LA CUCARACHA", before he springs to the middle rope with his LIONSAULT... ...AND LANDS ON THE KNEES OF PRL!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE I doubt Landon appreciated that somehow. Shocked for a second, Faqu snaps to life and runs at PRL... KICK! *WHAM!* CAPPA KILLA!! COLE Stunner! COACH But Faqu is still up! Bolting into the picture, Colombian Heat soon puts pay to that as he lunges at Faqu, delivering a clothesline that sends both himself and The Samoan Wrecking Ball up and over the top rope to the floor! Back in the ring meanwhile, Blonde staggers around holding his stomach. PRL is back up and waits on him, with a boot, before hooking up the head... *WHAM!* ...AND DELIVERING THE PR NIGHTMARE!!!! COLE HE HITS IT! Hook of the leg by PR... 1... 2... Black slides in... 3!!!!! ...BUT TOO LATE!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *DINGDINGDING!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the match... the team of QUENTIN BENJAMIN and CHARLIE MOSS, TEAM HEYROSS... COLOMBIAN HEAT... and, THA PUERTO RRRRRIIIIIIICCAAAAAAAAANN!!! PRL has little time to celebrate though, as Nathaniel Black jumps him regardless of not being able to make a save! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Wait a minute, the match is over! COACH Yeah, but the fight may just be beginning! *THUD!* Out on the floor, Quentin Benjamin is dumped into the steel steps by Sandman9000, while Black continues to put the boots to PRL. The Englishman reaches down and drags the World Champion to his feet, folding the arm and applying the CROSSFACE CHICKENWING! *DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!* Chaos continues to reign, as Sandman9000 suddenly emerges from underneath the ring with a SINGAPORE CANE!! COLE Oh no... The Match Of Champions has decended into The War Of The Champions! In the ring, PRL is still being stretched out, but luckily Colombian Heat is around to help out. He grabs a hold of Black, who in his surprise lets PRL go to turn around and attack, but ends up getting a helping of PIMP JUICE as Heat drives him face first into the canvas! Black is rolled from the ring to join the rest of Cucaracha Internacional, Heat checking on his tag partner's condition. It's at that point that CUBAN WALL starts to march to the ring. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" *DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* The bell sounds in vain again, as Sandman9000 starts to trash away with the cane, right across the injured left knee of Charlie Moss!! The cane splinters after the second shot but Sandman keeps wailing away with it, unable to be stopped by referee Chioda. Moss's salvation only comes when Sandman finally tosses the cane aside and makes a move for Chioda. More referees pile out to keep Sandman from doing any more damage, although he's clearly done plenty already by the looks of Charlie Moss. COLE Damnit, Sandman doing more of The Deadly Alliance's dirty work! And I'm sure Reject and Thunderkid are smiling from ear to ear watching this! COACH In other words, you're saying this was a set-up? COLE You're damn right it was! Sandman I'm sure had orders to soften Moss up some more and he's certainly done that... and now, CUBAN WALL in the ring, what in the hell is going on!? As Sandman is escorted to the back, there's no help in the ring to warn Colombian Heat. As he continues to tend to PRL he's grabbed around the shoulder by Wall, spun around and dropped with a right hand! Wall then nonchalantly steps over Heat's body to get to Tha Puerto Rican. Picking his former leader up, Wall goozles the helpless World Champion around the throat, looking his dead in the eyes before taking him up... and DOWN with a CHOKESLAM!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Damnit! Cuban Wall is picking the bones on the World Champion! Colombian Heat quickly jumps Wall from behind with forearms, but unlike Heat, Wall is completely fresh and just swats them away. Heat keeps on coming, but gets goozled... and CHOKESLAMMED as well!! COLE Colombian Heat trying to come to the rescue of his friend and he pays the price for it too! "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" The New Jersey crowd chant away but there's little responce from PRL who is barely able to muster the strength to get to his feet. Cuban Wall apparantly isn't done with him yet though, so gives him an assist. Not a helpful one however, as he pulls Tha Puerto Rican up only to send him right back down, courtesy of THE WALLBREAKER!! PRL lays in a heap on the canvas, as Wall then backs off the ropes with a LIGHTNING CREW SPLASH sized exclamation point!! COLE Come on, enough already! COACH Enough!? After what PRL has done to this man, this is just the beginning! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The P - R - L chants are silenced now, as the World Champion lays motionless in the ring and powerless to respond. Stepping over his former Lightning Crew mentor, Cuban Wall climbs out of the ring and over to the timekeeper's table, routing through the mound of eight championship belts to find the one he wants. The World Heavyweight Title, which he snatches and climbs back into the ring with. Wall walks over to where PRL lies and places one foot on his chest, before raising the title belt high over his head "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE The Cuban Wall has sent a message, a physical message, to the World Heavyweight Champion! The Match Of Champions may have marked the end of more than one title reign... have marked men been created on this night? From The Coach and Michael Cole, we will see you next week on OAOAST HeldDOWN~! Cuban Wall continues to stand tall with PRL's OAOAST Title in his hands and PRL himself motionless underneath his foot, as we... FADE OUT.

Even now there's few wrestlers I really 'hate'. But, probably The Bushwhackers. Not to the point of being unwatchable, but to the point of 'wow, these guys sell a beating really weird and have maybe two moves each besides punching and kicking'.

Stone Cold Steve Austin vs. Triple H No Way Out 2001, 3 Stages Of Hell Back when HHH was at the peak of his career, with a well constructed build-up that delivered a really heated match.