King Cucaracha

Brought to you by American Express Taped: January 17th, 2007 First air date: January 19th, 2007 (check local listings for airings in your area) Announce team: Tony Schiavone and Jesse "The Body" Ventura Lead corespondent: Tony Brannigan The opening credits ran, leading into a voiceovered recap of last week's interaction between The Christ Air Express and The Beverly Hills Blonds. In the midst of this, Tony announced that Ned suffered a knee injury at an OAOAST live event during the week, meaning he would be replaced in his scheduled match tonight. Lethal Rumble Qualifying Match ***MARV -VS- Simon Singleton w/Ned Blanchard and Molly Nerdly*** Ned was man enough to make it to ringside to support his tag team partner for his match however. And his knee injury didn't prevent him from getting involved ever chance the referee's back was turned. His intervention prevented MARV going up top early and swung the match as Simon hung MARV up across the top rope. However, Ned lent his 'support' one time too often and upon being caught was EJECTED by the referee, to the delight of the fans. In the end, Simon didn't look too effected by this, until he stalled on the Clapboard Legdrop too long and allowed MARV to roll out of the way. MARV's comeback was cut off by Melody Nerdly's trip of the foot from the outside. But MARV reversed an O'Conner roll (w/handful of tights) and pinned a shocked Simon (also w/handful of tights) to head on to AnglePalooza! Winner: MARV, via pinfall. Back from commercial and up at the interview stage, Tony Brannigan conducting an interview with former OAOAST International Champion Reject. The first question, asking whether Reject was disappointed not to be involved the Title Unification match at AnglePalooza, didn't go down too well. Reject repeated his claim from a few weeks ago that the so-called 'superstars' of the OAOAST were afraid to risk their reputation against him, but that in the Lethal Rumble they'd have no choice but to face him. 30 men. One ring. A shot at wrestling immortality on the biggest stage of them all. ANGLEPALOOZA 2007 January 27th, Atlanta, GA LIVE on Pay-Per-View! (Not in HD. Nobody cares. Stop mentioning it.) ***The Sooner Bruisers -VS- Josh Casey and Robert Silk*** Just a brutal exhibition by Oklahoma's finest. The Sooners toyed with the local enhancement with a variety of hard strikes and suplexes, only allowing them to tag via the age old 'suplex them into their corner when we're tired of them' method. In the end The Sooners finished off the dominating display with the Electric Chair/Bulldog on Casey, a Soonerline for Silk for daring to venture into the ring again and a 3 count. Uber barked his approval at the end, while Frank sent a clear message down the barrel of the camera that they're coming for the Anderson Cup! Winners: The Sooner Bruisers, via pinfall. On that note, Jesse "The Body" and Tony Schiavone ran down the Anderson Cup standings and the two final first round matches to come... NEXT WEEK ON HELDDOWN~! The Anderson Cup First Round Winds Down... Los Infernales Conference: Jumbo & Deuce Deuce Bigelow vs. Team Heyross Miracle Weirdness Connection Conference: Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew vs. Love Doctors The AnglePalooza RecaPalooza took us back to 2005, when Zack Malibu almost beat the odds against the Axel/Crystal couple. Despite causing Axel to inadvertantly eliminate his then love interest, Zack couldn't oust The Dark One and was eventually uppercutted to elimination, to the delight of the crowd. Lethal Rumble Qualifying Match ***MEL -VS- Biff Atlas*** Biff's pre-match diatribe was rudely interrupted by MEL, proving that nobody really cares about global warming, unless it makes them look good. Biff used his power game to ground MEL in the early going but typical bumbling led him to miss the Earthsault. From there MEL picked up the pace and ran Atlas ragged, eventually setting him up for the Shooting Star Press. However, MEL's attention was taken by his sister Molly's appearance at ringside to film the closing stages of the match. The distraction allowed Biff to crotch MEL, dragging him off the turnbuckles and hitting the Inconvenient Truth (DVD into Michinoku Driver) for the shock victory! Winner: Biff Atlas, via pinfall. With Biff confirmed in the Lethal Rumble, we were taken to pre-recorded comments from another man in the Rumble, Alfdogg. He made sure to remind everybody of his victory two years ago in the 2006 Lethal Rumble and where his career went from there. Alf then remarked that few things could give him greater pleasure than his AngleMania V World Championship victory... except maybe an AngleMania VII World Championship victory, against his 'old friend' Stephen Joseph Popick. Love Generation were caught up with backstage putting the finishing touches to themselves before their big title defence. Irony being, it's the sole female of the group Jade Rodez who's sick of waiting for the men to pull themselves away from the mirror! It's funny because she's a girl, see! ~OAOAST World 6-Man Tag Team Championships~ ***Love Generation © w/Jade Rodez -VS- The Burrough Boys (Quincy, Luther and Mariano) w/Waldo*** Fast paced action from all six men in this one... well, nearly all six. D*LUX went at it at full pace with The Burrough Boys, who despite Waldo's best pleadings weren't allowed to go 4 v. 3 for the night. However, as soon as Leon tagged in he made a point of slowing the match down and generally frustrating The Burrough Boys, all while displaying the worst "New Yawk" accent known to man. The BBs managed to isolate Tyler though and a sneaky four on one beatdown left him easy prey for their quick interchanges. Tyler rallied late on and crushed Luther with the Recordbreaker, before making the HOT~ tag to Leon. He cut through the two remaining Boys before all heck broke loose, leading to an old-fashioned pier-six brawl. In the chaos, it looked as if the challengers might steal the match as Luther's Somersault Legdrop broke Shayne's pin and allowed him to place Quincy on top. But the ref was still distracted, allowing Leon to hit the 450 Splash and re-place Shayne back on top of Quincy, before alerting the referee to the pin. Winners and still 6-Man Tag Team Champions: Love Generation, via pinfall As The Burrough Boys tried to figure out what happened, Leon and D*LUX celebrated their victory with Jade as the show went off the air.

Lee Carvello's Putting Challenge "Ball is in, parking lot. Would you like to play again?" *beep* "You have selected, No." TV: Its 11 o'clock. Do you know where your children are? Homer: I told you yesterday, no! "Dozens of people are gunned down each day, but until now, none of them was important. At 3:00 PM Friday, local aurocrat C. Montgomery Burns was shot following a tense confrontation at town hall. He was taken to a hospital where he was pronounced dead. He was then taken to a better hospital where his condition was upgraded to "alive." Marge: What did you do to your hand? Silence Mafia guy: (whispering) Boating accident Skinner: I believe it was a boaking accident. *laser gun sight shines on his forehead* Skinner: I have to go now!

No option for 1991? Just as berefit of genuine potential winners as '99 and '95, dull, the ring got filled up too quick so nobody had a chance to do anything. At least '93 and '99 had a few memorable moments (Gonzalez, Perfect/Flair interaction, Yoko's win, the match-long storyline of '99, Viscera's abduction, Vince on commentary). '91 had Martel/Jake interaction and... uh, nothing. One of my worst. Has to be 1995 for me. I've got a soft spot for 1999, I'll admit it. Some of it was a bit much (the Austin/Vince storyline itself could have carried the Rumble, you didn't need it becoming a second thought to Vis's abduction AND Kane eliminating himself to chase off guys from the looney bin) but Austin/Vince was the hot thing in wrestling at the time and it had that. I didn't even mind Vince winning it so much. Maybe it's just Attitude nostalgia, I don't know. At least it was building to something though. 1995 was absolute filler. It was so blatantly obvious that year that nobody gave a crap about the Rumble and it was just a case of getting to the ending as soon as possible. The crowd didn't care. Nobody of any importance was involved. Nothing of any future importance happened. It was about two men and one spot, period. A total waste of time. The lack of effort was, to me, more offensive than the maybe misguided effort of 1999.

Well, they're in MSG, so I'm fully expecting Hardy to find his way back up in the same position he did at Rumble 2000 (assuming they use the traditional MSG entrance set-up, which is the main reason why I'm hoping this happens) to recreate that moment, only Orton moves and Hardy wipes out through the table. I still see Orton winning via pinfall from that point, but they can try and use the stunt to keep Jeff strong, have him kick out when he first gets back into the ring as a hope spot but eventually get pinned.

Yeah, that's no problem. Should have said that earlier. If like last year anyone wants to write a segment in the Rumble drawing room for any of their characters, just throw me a PM and I'll let you know what number they're at in the line-up.

Anderson Cup Conf. 1/4 Final aka. First Round Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew vs. Love Doctors. THAT'S TWO...

Having returned from their combined coffee run, the happy couple that is Leon Rodez and Maggie Nerdly are just approaching their locker room door as we get backstage. I say 'their' because Maggie isn't actually a wrestler, so doesn't need a locker room. (She's the interviewer one, for those struggling to keep score at home.) Before they can enter the locker room though, Maggie suddenly stops Leon short of grabbing the door handle, which obviously confuses him to no end. MAGGIE Leon, wait... LEON What? Don't tell me, somebody you just HAVE to interview or else you'll lose the scoop to Josh. [i]Damn pretty boy.[/i] MAGGIE No, no. It's just... well, it's about my family. We're beginning to get closer and I'm really enjoying spending time with you, but they're gonna want to meet you sooner or later and it's gonna be awkward. They're all really chill people, don't get me wrong... well, except Abdullah, but ya know, he's adopted. It's just that... well, it's just that, the Nerdlys, we're... all [i]giant[/i] dorks! It's really quite a coincidence, considering our last name is Nerdly and so many of my brothers and sisters are Nerds. But, they are. Really and truly. Leon just stares at Maggie. LEON You don't say. Leon again goes to open the door, but is again held from doing so. MAGGIE Look, Melody arranged a big party, to celebrate The Gunslingers winning the Tag Team Titles. And MARV and MEL are gonna be there and she just insisted that I invite you along, but I was all like "he might be busy, he is one half of the WORLD Six-Man Tag Team Champions after all" and then she just kinda laughed for some reason and said she'd hold the party here to make things easier. They wanna analyse you, like some sorta bio-chemical thingy, or something. I just don't know if I'm ready for this yet. LEON Would you relax? First off, I've been in this place with your brothers for about four years now. I've rode to shows with them. Long car journeys. [i]Long[/i]. And besides, I'm the king of cool. Infact, I'm so cool, some of my coolness might just rub off on them. And with that, Leon opens the door to the communal locker room with a friendly "HEY!". Not much of a vocal reaction comes back though as everyone in the room is busy partying. Well, I say 'partying'. D*LUX members Shayne Brave and Tyler Bryant are locked in a heated battle of Texas Hold 'Em with Texas' favourite sons, the One And Only World Tag Team Champions The Lone Star Gunslingers. Disinterested in all this is Jade Rodez, sat back reading a copy of Us Magazine on loan from Krista Isadora Duncan, thus carrying various bits of grafitti. And across the room, sat hunched over a fancy slimline PS2, Melody Nerdly and her brothers MARV and MEL are completely oblivious to the real world around them. Upon taking this sight in, poor Maggie sighs. LEON Wow, quite a gathering huh? Would you look at all the gold in here? Tag Titles, 6-Man Tag Titles, Angle Awards. It's like being one of Mr T's chest hairs, I'm surrounded by it! SHAYNE Haha, I love Mr T! TYLER Yeah, A-Team man. Totally cool. LEON Ah, to be young and have my finger on the pulse of pop culture again. JADE (off-screen) [i]Again[/i]? LEON (ignoring the snide comment) So, some party, you guys really kno... Trailing off on mid-sentence, Leon seems to notice the Nerdly siblings for the first time. Or, more specifically, what they're doing. Melody sits down next to Jade and rubs her forehead, sensing a migraine coming on all of a sudden. LEON Oh my God... MAGGIE I knew it. LEON ...that is the most AWESOME OAOAST Fire Pro edit I have seen in my LIFE!! MAGGIE Say what? Maggie looks up to see the limited graphic quality versions of MARV and MEL on screen, battling it out in their own virtual HeldDOWN~! arena with Melody's choice of character, Frank Bruiser. The two brothers seem to be unfairly targetting their sister, mainly because it's the only way they can stand to beat her, judging by the counter she pulls off on MEL before suplexing him out of the customised ring. MELODY Oh my God, you play Fire Pro? LEON "Do I play Fire Pro", she asked. I'll tell you what, I've never played a Fire Pro game that looked half as good as that. You even got the logo! MELODY Sh-yeah! It took me eight hours. Totally worth it! LEON I'll say! That may well be the most beautiful thing I've seen in my entire life. Yes, Maggie IS still in the room, for those wondering. LEON Tell you what, I've got next. MEL/MARV/LSGS/D*LUX/JADE FINE! TYLER She already beat us. JOCK (pointing to Baron) Three times. SHAYNE She beat me with Conquistador Dos. [i]Badly[/i]. MELODY Don't mess yourself there hotshot, me and the Champs are due out in the arena pretty soon. So your ritual pe-owning will have to wait for some other time. But I'll hit you up with the link for downloading the edit if you want, so you can at least practise before said pe-owning. Dead simple. Alls you gotta do is just clink the link, download, if you're on a half-decent dial-up it shouldn't take any time at all really. LEON Okay, then what do I do? MELODY You got Action Replay Max? LEON Of course! MELODY Great. Extract the .max files to the thumbdrive, place the AR Max CD into the PS2 along with the drive and a memory card. Go to memory management, extract the file from the drive to the memory card and then 'uncrush' the file so it's in the correct format. Then you load up Fire Pro and copy the data from the relevant screen in the game. As every other eye in the room glazes over, Leon is somehow still coherent and actually nodding in agreement. LEON Alright, cool. Hit me up with the link on AIM some time. MELODY K! Right on cue, Melody CRITICALs! MARV and casually skips off to go get changed before going out into the arena. MEL and MARV dejectedly pack up the PS2, all watched by a confused looking Maggie and an only half-interested Jade. MAGGIE What just happened? JADE You just met my brother. Enjoy your life together. (sadly) Oh, Britney. Just shoot the porn movie and let us get on with our lives. LEON (walking over) See, I told you I'd get along fine with everyone! Smiling to herself, Maggie relaxes back, looking at the picture Jade is stuck on in her glossy mag and cringing a little.

[color="orange"][size=4]And now, THE OAOAST SPINEBUSTAAAAAHHH~~! OF THE WEEK![/color][/size] [b]Courtesy: [color="orange"]OAOAST HeldDOWN~![/color][/b] [quote]ANGLESAULT In that case, you need a partner. And what you also need is a lesson. A lesson in 'international relations', shall we say. See, this issue with Jamie O'Hara, it's all about differences. He talks different to you, acts differently, dresses differently... [i]wrestles[/i] differently. You saw Faqu and Blonde out there. Opposites attract sometimes. You need to learn to realise that you can't just attack people because they don't wrestle how you like to wrestle, or act how you want them to act. So, what better way to get this issue done and dusted than to team... oh, yes, the doctors are happy to clear him for competition as soon as the New Year is rung in... so, you'll be teaming in the Anderson Cup, with Jamie O'Hara! BLACK WOT!? YOU'VE LOST YOUR BLOODY MIND, MATE! I AIN'T TEAMIN' WITH 'IM, NO WAY... ANGLESAULT Oh, and while you're still ironing out your differences, you might need some 'encouragement'. So, if you don't get along in the Anderson Cup, you'll be suspended. Again! BLACK This is... this is bollocks, this is! ANGLESAULT And it's final. Still fuming, Black turns around and storms out of the office...[/quote] [img=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v82/papacita/OAOAST/syndicatedannouncers.jpg] SCHIAVONE Alright fans, you just saw a reminder from a couple of weeks ago about what went down, Nathaniel Black backing himself into a corner with our president AngleSault. He demanded opportunity. Well, he got one, but in the form of a place in the Anderson Cup with the man he put on the injury list Jamie O'Hara. And you heard the topper to that, AngleSault saying that if the two could not co-exist then Black would find himself suspended once again. Jesse "The Body" here with me, Jesse, your thoughts? VENTURA Well, I gotta say I don't really understand it. It seems a little vindictive to me. SCHIAVONE It seems to me that AngleSault is just trying to end this long standing issue between Black and O'Hara, once and for all. VENTURA By forcing them to team together? SCHIAVONE Well, if that's what it takes. If the issue is a clash of styles or a clash or personalities then perhaps the best course is to team them up and force them to find a common ground. VENTURA We'll see I guess. .:CUE: "Chelsea Dagger", The Fratellis:. The lights alternate between red, white and blue through the intro to the song, boos ringing out the moment Nathaniel Black steps out onto the stage. Black raises his arms in the air with a sour look on his face before marching to the ring. BUFFER This contest is a Quarter Final Match in the Los Infernales Conference of the 2008 Anderson Cup, scheduled for one fall! Introducing, team number one. The number eight seeds in the Los Infernales Conference... first, from London, England. Weighing in at two hundred and thirty eight pounds... NNAAAAATHHAAAANNIIIEEEEELLLLLL... BBLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCKK!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Black slides partway under the bottom rope so he's facing into the crowd, staring out at them with contempt for a few seconds until he bridges up to his feet. SCHIAVONE Black competed in the 2006 Anderson Cup, as a part of "Glory By Anarchy". Look that one up under 'where are they now', folks. "OOOOOOOOIIIIIIII!" With another lookg of contempt Black turns to the entrance way, as "Fix Up, Look Sharp" by Dizzee Rascal pumps through the arena. The fans come alive as Jamie O'Hara strides out for the first time in who knows how long, swaggering down the aisle and already mouthing off to his 'partner'. BUFFER And, from Birmingham, England... weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds... "THE BIRMINGHAM BAD BOY" JJJAAAAAAAMMMMMIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE OOOOOO'HHHHHHAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAA!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" O'Hara enters the ring via a springboard, hardly endearing himself to his technically sound partner. It doesn't take long for tensions to spill over as O'Hara and Black suddenly square off, exchanging just words for now, mainly thanks to referee Mike Chioda stepping in between them. VENTURA Uh-oh. They gotta be careful here, unless they wanna get suspended. SCHIAVONE I'm sure they don't. Especially not Jamie. He only returned to action at the start of the month in the battle royal at New Year's Spectacular, before just this past week on Syndicated getting his first win back over Vinny Valentine. As the two unwilling partners continue to mouth off in the ring, pink and yellow lights begin to flood the stage. Geri Halliwell's version of "It's Raining Men", a song that no straight man could love (not even the two fellow Englishmen in the ring) begins to play, bringing out, unsurprisingly, no straight men! The masked pink luchadors, Los Diablos De Fuego, bound out and share a raunchy dance on the stage before making their flamboyant way to ringside. Mariachi makes a quick detour, shaking what [i]Dios[/i] gave him in front of a couple of clearly uncomfortable young men. BUFFER And, their opponents! At a total combined weight of three hundred and fourty pounds... they are the number one seeds in the Los Infernales Conference. From sunny Cabo San Lucas... the sexiest team in AAAAALL of Mehico! MORACCA and MARIACHI... LLLOOOOSSS DDIIIIIIAAAAAAAABBLLLLLLOOOOOOOSSSSS DDEEEEEEEEE FFFFFUUUUUEEEEEEEGGOOOOOOOOOO!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE The surprise package of last year's Anderson Cup, last year's losing finalists, Los Diablos De Fuego from Cabo San Lucas in Mexico. And by virtue of their conference winning performance last year, they are seeded number one in the Los Infernales Conference in 2008. VENTURA And you see the importance of the seedings right here in full effect. We've seen a couple of really tight 4 v 5 pairings in this year's competition, one of which the only match so far to go against the seeding. Los Diablos, as number one seeds, getting [i]on paper[/i] the best draw possible against the Anderson Cup's black sheep team. SCHIAVONE And speaking of sheep, Los Diablos bringing their lucky mascot El Ovéja with them tonight! Right on cue, the camera zooms in on the inflatable sheep doll in Moracca's hand. VENTURA That is wrong on so many levels. Los Diablos climb the turnbuckles, the same turnbuckles that is, to salute the crowd. Moracca at the front reaches back and kisses Mariachi on the cheek of his mask before they jump down and proceed to dance again. This the only thing to unite Black and O'Hara so far, the two warring Brits ending their arguement as they stare at their opponents. Noticeably disgusted, Black quickly elects himself to start the match. And sure enough, the arguement starts right back up. VENTURA Looks like we've got a problem deciding who's gonna start out. Tag team wrestling is so much about trust and I don't think either of these guys trusts the other to do what they want them to. A recipe for disaster. In their corner, Moracca and Mariachi share a good luck kiss. O'Hara and Black most certainly do not. But there is some progress, as one way or the other it's settled that Black will get to start the match. *DINGDINGDING!* That decision seems to go down well with Mariachi, pantomiming to Moracca that Black is much 'chunkier' than his partner is. Both Black and O'Hara manage to take offence to that as the referee tells them to lock it up. Black loosens up his wrists and prepares to do just that, but comes to a halt when Mariachi literally [i]skips[/i] out of his corner. SCHIAVONE I don't think Black knows quite what to make of Los Diablos. Not something you encounter in London, England every day. VENTURA Depends what part of London you're in. Black puts the flamboyance of his opponent aside and finally locks up, twisting out on the arm and going behind Mariachi with a waistlock. Put together the words 'going behind' and 'Mariachi' and you probably get where I'm going with this. Suffice is to say, Mariachi considers himself to be getting the best out of this situation, Black releasing the waistlock and pushing Mariachi away in horror. MORACCA HO - MIES! "HO - MIES!" "HO - MIES!" "HO - MIES!" "HO - MIES!" As Nathaniel tries to get the referee to make Mariachi 'fight fair', the Mexican issues a come and get me to Black by wiggling his shiny pink tush at him. Black responds to that by clubbing him in the back however. A European uppercut rocks Mariachi up against the ropes, setting him up for an irish whip. As Black sets himself though, Mariachi goes low with a baseball slide. Evading that, Black tries to drop an elbow, only for Mariachi to slither out of the way and cause the Brit to hit nothing but canvas. An arm wringer awaits Black as he gets back up, but going to submissions doesn't work out well for La Diablo, Black able to slink his free arm between Mariachi's, break the hold and apply a 3/4 headlock before the luchador can barely blink! BLACK YEH! WHADDAYA THINK OF YOUR 'OMIE NAH!? The fans boo, their spirits lifted seconds later as Black loses concentration and allows Mariachi to front flip and escape the cravate. Hitting the ropes, Mariachi then throws himself at Black with a headscissors takeover! SCHIAVONE Black has been very vocal about hating his tag partner's style of wrestling, I wonder how he feels about lucha libre? VENTURA I'd guess not great. Back up, Black throws a forearm at the zipping Mariachi, the luchador running underneath and coming back off the ropes with a crossbody block. Black manages to catch Mariachi in his arms. But his attempt to throw him up in the air backfires, when Mariachi hangs onto the arm and pulls him over with an armdrag variation. *SMOOCH!* 'Tag' is made between Los Diablos, Moracca heading straight for the top and springing at Black with a Flying Crossbody! SCHIAVONE Couldn't hold him that time! 1... 2... No! Black quickly shuts down Moracca with a knee to the gut, then strikes him across the back with a forearm. Sick of dealing with flippy luchadors, Black then turns around and petulantly throws Moracca out of the ring. Not quite as he'd intended though. Moracca manages to duck his head and flip himself safely over the top and onto the apron, waiting for Black to turn around before springboarding to the top. Catching the pink figure out of the corner of his eye Black instinctively ducks, only for Moracca to pull him down with a Springboard Sunset Flip... 1... 2... No! SCHIAVONE Great speed and agility shown right there. Los Diablos, don't judge the books entirely by the covers ladies and gentlemen. With a front facelock, Moracca manages to get back into his corner and tag Mariachi. With Moracca penned into the corner Black hits him with some kidney shots, unaware of the tag or that Mariachi is waiting behind him with a firm ASS-SLAP! VENTURA Oh! Black, like any right-minded male would, snaps upright in shock... INTO A KISS FROM MORACCA! VENTURA Ugh! Schoolboy by Mariachi... 1... 2... Kickout! Despite himself, Jamie O'Hara seems to be quite enjoying this as the flustered Black swings wildly at the first sight of Mariachi. Ducking the line, Mariachi boots him in the gut and launches onto the shoulders for a Victory Roll... ...and goes nowhere! VENTURA Oh, he's caught now! With Mariachi on his shoulder Black walks around trying to get his balance. In the process he walks towards his corner, allowing O'Hara to tag himself in. Black turns around and quickly O'Hara launches off the apron, springboarding to the top... ...but Black puts Mariachi back down as soon as he sees this, forcing O'Hara to bail out on the springboard manoeuver! Landing safely on his feet, O'Hara gets in Black's face and asks him what the problem is, leading to another face-to-face arguement between the makeshift partners in mid-match! SCHIAVONE It looked like there was a double-team opportunity for a second, but Nathaniel Black refused it. And now it's getting heated again. VENTURA It's the styles clash again. Black's trying to fight fair, one on one, O'Hara saw an opportunity to bend the rules just a little bit and Black didn't want to take the shortcut. That's the way I see it. Black and O'Hara continue to argue, watched by their opponents. Sneaking up from either side, Moracca and Mariachi get up behind Black and O'Hara... and suddenly bump forward, CAUSING BLACK AND O'HARA TO 'KISS' EACH OTHER!!!! CROWD :o The gleeful luchadors jump up and down, suggesting to their opponents that now they can be just like them. Looking utterly pissed off, Black and O'Hara step back from one another, the arguement all but forgotten. A second later, Black then turns around and absolutely WALLOPS Moracca with a devestating Lariat!! "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!" O'Hara immediately turns to Mariachi and starts levelling him with a succession of forearm, backing him into a corner while referee Chioda orders Black out of the ring. Trapped in the corner, Mariachi gets stomped down until he's sat against the bottom turnbuckle. A few more kicks later and O'Hara climbs to the middle rope. Looking down at Mariachi underneath him, O'Hara then moonsaults off the rope, bringing his feet crashing forwards into the chest of Mariachi!! SCHIAVONE Unbelievable move! A backflip from the middle rope, into a dropkick against the bottom turnbuckle! That was something! Dragging Mariachi from the corner, O'Hara covers... 1... 2... NO! O'Hara lays in with his Nikes a few more times, before picking Mariachi up. A scoop and a slam sets him near the ropes, through which O'Hara exits to the apron. O'Hara then slingshots himself back in, clearing the top rope and coming down with a legdrop across the throat of the pink Mexican! Another cover... 1... 2... Still NO! By the mask O'Hara pulls Mariachi back up... and after a little thought, he and Black make a decidedly unfriendly tag. VENTURA Los Diablos made the one biggest mistake that they could have done in this match. They made O'Hara and Black angry at someone besides each other. And now they're paying. Black steps in and takes over on the rough treatment of Mariachi. Applying a double chicken wing, the Englishman hoists Mariachi up off the canvas and holds him there, putting tremendous torque on the shoulders before he finally gets sick of waiting and drops him face-first to the canvas. Once he lands, Black sits on Mariachi's back and grabs his right arm, pulling it back against the grain until it can go no further! Kicking his legs Mariachi screams in pain, only saved when Black gets up to kick Moracca back off the apron to the floor. SCHIAVONE Two very different styles, but it all means punishment to Los Diablos De Fuego. VENTURA You know, sometimes all the flamboyance'll win them a match or gain them an advantage. But more often than not it just makes people want to beat their asses. SCHIAVONE And not in the way they'd like! Favouring his arm, Mariachi tries to crawl away from Black but is stalked after, being booted in the face the moment he's caught up to. Black pulls Mariachi to his feet, reeling him in by the arm and driving his elbow hard into the centre of the chest. With a go-behind, Black then picks Mariachi up and almost snaps him in HALF with a Half Nelson Backbreaker! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!" Hook of the leg... 1... 2... Last ditch save by Moracca! O'Hara brushes right past the referee, stomping Moracca back out of the ring. Chioda doesn't take kindly to that though and orders Jamie from the ring, while Black sets Mariachi up. A back suplex flattens Mariachi, cause for celebration apparantly for Black as he walks away with his hands in the air. Unbeknownst to him and anyone without the benefit of a monitor in front of them though, Mariachi's limp body is dragged from the ring and replaced with the slightly less limp one of Moracca! VENTURA Now wait a minute! Not this garbage again! By the time Black turns around again, the switch has been successfully pulled off. And the blissfully ignorant Black pulls Moracca towards him, grabbing a hold of the mask. SCHIAVONE Well we saw it as plain as day Jess', but nobody else did it seems. Reaching down, Black starts to pull Moracca up... ...and gets shocked with an inside cradle!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" 1... 2... 3- NO!!!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Moracca gets up and looks expectantly at the referee... taking his eye off of Black and leaving himself open for the BLACK LARIAT!! VENTURA WHAM! There's some justice, dished out ice cold! The discus clothesline puts Moracca down right on the back of his head, leaving him no more coherent than his partner. Black isn't done just yet though, hauling Moracca back up off the canvas and to his feet. Setting him in a standing headscissors, Black crosses Moracca's arms underneath his body and 'straightjackets' them, using that grip to flip the luchador up... before sitting out, driving him to the mat with a Pyramid Bomb!! SCHIAVONE That's a new one... 1... O'Hara ducks into the ring and runs right past the pin... 2... ...WIPING MARIACHI OUT WITH A SOMERSAULT PLANCHA... 3!!!!! *DINGDINGDING!* VENTURA Wow! Would you believe it, 'the team that wasn't' is moving on to the Conference Semi-Finals! Black unties Moracca and stands up to celebrate the victory. His mood is dampened slightly as O'Hara rolls back in with the same thing in mind, the two glaring at each other again... BUFFER Your winners of the match, advancing on in the 2008 Anderson Cup... NATHANIEL BLACK and JAMIE O'HHHAAAAARRRRRAAAAAAA!!! ...and wondering, "did we really just co-exist"? VENTURA Well I wouldn't have believed it, but they actually got it done. SCHIAVONE And last year's finalists and number one seeds go out in some fashion. Los Diablos will not be repeating their fairytale run of 2007 in this year's competition. Could it be that Black and O'Hara become the surprise package of the 2008 Anderson Cup? Black casts a last look at O'Hara, the two clearly not on the same page now the bell has rung, stepping out of the ring and walking off to the back claiming the victory for himself. Not particularly bothered, O'Hara sticks around to actually have his hand raised before he walks off. Knowing he'll have to go through it all again, soon.

I edited a little, mainly because the music for JB and Faqu has changed. ESSENTIAL DETAIL! But I padded out the ending too. No problem on my end.

1. Who will win the 2008 Royal Rumble? (2 pts.) HHH 2. Who will be the runner-up? (3 pts.) Batista 3. Who will be the iron-man? (5 pts.) Finlay 4. Who will have the shortest time? (5 pts.) Santino Marella 5. Who will have the most eliminated opponents? (3 pts.) Umaga 6. Who will draw #1 and #2 (3 pts each, 3 bonus for accurately naming both) John Morrison and Cody Rhodes 7. Who will draw the most successful winning entry of #27? (5 pts.) Big Daddy V 8. Who will draw the #30 spot? (5 pts.) Snitsky 9. What will be the eventual winning #? (5 pts) 19 10. Will there be any surprise/unannounced entrants? (No point value), If yes, who will they be? (3 pts. each) Yes; Bobby Lashley, The Big Show 11. Will the endurance record of 62:12 set by Mysterio be broken? (No point value), If so, what will the new record be? (Closest to the supposed new record gets 10 pts). No. 12. The final six men eliminated will compete in the second chance Elimination Chamber next month, who will those people be? (3 pts. each, 10 pts bonus for accurately naming all) Batista, Undertaker, HBK, Kennedy, Finlay, Big Daddy V 13. How many instances of interference by non-active competitors will we see? (3 pts.) 1 14. How many people will Hornswoggle eliminate? (3 pts.) 1 15. Will anyone bleed? (no point value), if so, who? (2 pts) Yes, HBK and Undertaker

I love that the only real sell for the switchover so far has been 'Snitsky will be even more disgusting'. WWE, always giving fans what they want. What's the odds on the Kiss My Ass Club being resurrected next week, just because?

Only fairly!? He's now the feel good jobber of the decade.

Hey, Punk finally gets some meaningful mic time, that's good news. But I think the real question is, what will Colin Delaney do this week?

Hero and Del Rey will have ALL the titles in ROH by year's end. And then they'll resurrect the Pure Wrestling Title and have Sweeney claim possession of it, just because they can.

Yeah! He needs to learn how to work! I swear, sometimes Jigsaw works so stiff, I just cringe, he oughta tone it down! Oh and Hero and Del Rey > The Briscoes.

Blackout/BLK OUT are in.

D*LUX/Faqu and Blonde is in. So is my awesome Zack/Leon match graphic, which must have got cut off some how. Also, my New Year's Res was to feedback more, so expect that some time never! Or soon.

COLE Up next, the Anderson Cup continues... Waiting in the wings, we see Faqu and James Blonde talking things over with Nathaniel Black. COLE ...from the Miracle Weirdness Connection Conference, it'll be D*LUX to take on Faqu and Ja.... Suddenly, Cole trails off, as do the trio of Internationally Known as LANDON MADDIX and MEGAN SKYE walk into shot. Faqu eyes the two as Landon raises his eyebrows towards Black. MADDIX All ready to go? BLACK Yeh, you bet. MADDIX Good, good. Good luck out there guys and once again, thanks for your help last week. It's heart-warming to know there's still people willing to help each other out in the world. (to Black) Speaking of which, have you had any more thought about our little 'proposal'? Black turns to Blonde, who in return smiles. BLACK Well, if it's gonna be to our mutual benefit, then we might be int'rsted. With a little chuckle, Landon wraps an arm around Megan's shoulders and they walk off. MADDIX Watch this space guys. COLE ...uhm, as we said, D*LUX to face Faqu and James Blonde in the Anderson Cup... next. [b]COMMERCIAL BREAK[/b]

We find ourselves back in the arena, just as the opening chords of ZZ Top's "Sharp Dressed Man" begins to play out through the speakers. COLE Here we go, our first of two Pick Your Poison Matches. Let's go to Michael Buffer! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. [IMG=http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii59/KingCucaracha/pyp2.jpg] "Clean shirt New shoes And I dont know where I am goin to. Silk suit Black tie, I dont need a reason why. They come runnin just as fast as they can Coz every girl crazy bout a sharp dressed man." To the resounding boos of the San Antonio fans, Christian Wright swaggers out from the entrance way with his trusty briefcase in hand and indeed a sharp suit on. Wright turns his nose up at the fans as he adjusts his tie, making his way down the aisle and brushing away the attention of the fans and their outstretched hands. BUFFER Introducing first... representing THE ENTERPRISE! Now residing in Washington D.C. He weighs in at approximately '8 and 1/3 BARS OF GOLD'... The Financial Analyst of The Enterprise, this is "THE NATURAL"... CCHHHRRRIIISSTTIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAANN... WWWWRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGHHHHHHTT!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Setting down his briefcase in one corner of the ring, Christian rounds the ring another side and jumps onto the apron. Straightening out the lappels of his suit, the smug Financial Analyst makes the "money fingers" as a sign of his allegiance to The Enterprise before he steps into the ring. COACH Look at that man. He is stylin' tonight Michael! COLE The finest polyester that money can buy, I'm sure. COACH I'm sure that wasn't supposed to be a compliment, but yes, yes it is! Only the finest for The Enterprise and only the finest for Christian Wright. Christian carefully removes his red jacket, equally as carefully folding it up and placing it on top of the briefcase. Off too comes his white dress shirt and tie, now ready for 'business' in just his dark grey suit pants. COLE So, by Zack Malibu's making, it's going to be Christian Wright to challenge Bohemoth in mere moments. This marking the first one on one meeting between the former confidants since July 20th of 2006, inside of a fifteen foot high steel cage. Almost a year and a half ago. Still waters run deep though and I'm sure Christian hasn't forgotten the downfall his career took after he parted ways with Bo and after he lost that Cage Match. COACH That was until he was acquired by The Enterprise. Christian's hasn't looked back since. He's an Anderson Cup winner, he's a former World Tag Team Champion, he's a sharp dressed man! Let's face it, things turned out for the best. Christian limbers up... *BbwWbAhmotherfuckerLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!* "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" ...until "Liberate" by Disturbed provokes a huge reaction from the crowd, causing Christian to turn his head and glare at them. COLE Now here's a REAL Sharp Dressed Man! Powering out from the back, Bohemoth marches straight for the ring. BUFFER And, his opponent hails from Greenville, South Carolina! Weighing two hundred, eighty four pounds... "THE METEROSEXUAL MONSTER"... BBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - HHHHHEEEEEEEEEMMMMMOOOOOOOOOTTHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Amped up, Bohemoth runs up the steps and down the apron... ...where he suddenly gets shoulder-barged, right off the apron and into the steel barricade beloWii "OOOOOOHHHH... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Woah! Hang on just a minute here! What a cheapshot from Christian Wright, before Bohemoth could even get into the ring! COACH Correction, what a [i]smart[/i] cheapshot! *DINGDINGDING!* The lights quickly snap back to normal and the bell is hurriedly rung as thanks to Christian Wright, we're underway. Wright slides out of the ring and stays right on Bohemoth, stomping him up against the guardrail with the fans' abuse barely registering. Pulling Bo back to his feet, CW then pins the left arm behind the back with a hammerlock and DRIVES Bohemoth back into the steel again! The Meterosexual Monster collapses holding his shoulder, as referee Mike Chioda leaves the ring to reminstrate with Wright. "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" COLE Christian trying to do some serious damage to that left shoulder of Bohemoth, before Bo even knows what's hit him! Wright holds his hands up innocently as the referee gives him a firm warning. He rolls back into the ring and continues to plead his innocence, co-operating now and backing away while a count is laid on Bohemoth on the floor. "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" COACH Looks like the brains have gotten the better of the brawn, Michael. COLE And now it looks like Wright is happy to settle for a count-out victory. Is that 'brains'? COACH Hey, a win's a win. Who says CW's making do with a count-out though? He's just standing back on the referee's orders, following the rules. COLE Oh, how noble of him. As Chioda reaches the count of 6, Bohemoth manages to pull himself up onto the apron. Wright gives him a helping hand to his feet before catching with a forearm to the face. And a second. With Bo dazed on the apron, Wright then backs into the far ropes and aims to repeat his charge from earlier... only for Bohemoth to duck his head through the ropes and cut CW off with a shoulder. Unfortunately for Bohemoth though, that shoulder happens to be his left. And Wright is able to shrug it off while the bigman is still nursing his arm, catching the wrist and snapping the left arm over the top rope! Bo recoils in pain and gets dragged into the ring by Wright, snapmared and covered... 1... ...quick kickout by Bo, but even that seems to aggravate the shoulder. COLE Smart move there by Wright, focusing his body weight on the right side and forcing Bohemoth to use the left arm to get out of the pin. Pinpointing the arm, Wright lays in a boot. A second finds the mark as well, prompting Bo to lash out with a right hand to the gut. Wright suddenly doesn't feel so dominant and resorts to a shortcut, gouging at the eyes and nose of the kneeling Bohemoth! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Another warning is taken in from the referee, Wright backing away long enough to allow Bohemoth back up. Caught in the corner, Bo is levelled with a clothesline once The Natural is able to shrug off the attentions of the referee. Wright immediately takes off into the ropes again. But as he bounces back, Bohemoth is on the move and catches Wright coming with a clothesline of his own! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COACH OH! COLE And the work on the left arm will do nothing to soften the blow of that brutal clothesline of The Meterosexual Monster from the right side! With a growl under his breath Bohemoth grabs Wright as he comes up off the canvas, popping him with a right hand that leaves him on rubbery legs. Another right hand sends CW staggering backwards into a corner, where he finds little respite. Bo loads him from corner to corner with a powerful irish whip... and then shows his former mentor how to REALLY deliver a clothesline in the corner, almost driving Christian through the turnbuckles, let alone into them. Staggering out into the centre of the ring, Wright walks right into Bohemoth's arms. The Meterosexual Monster underhooks Wright and shuffles to the side... ...PITCHING WRIGHT UP AND OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR WITH A HUGE HIPTOSS!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Oh god! COLE Christian Wright just got thrown... no, he got LAUNCHED out of the ring! Ending up splattered against the steel guardrail, much like Bohemoth had earlier, Wright is also subjected to the indgnity of two young fans leaning over the barricade right above him and laughing at his misfortune. A very pained "Silence!" not enough to shut them up. COLE That right there is a good example of why Bohemoth is going to be one of the heavy favourites, going into the Lethal Rumble Match in seventeen days! Bohemoth, despite the pleas from referee Chioda who is trying in vain to keep control of the match, leaves the ring and retrieves Wright. By the head, he throws him forward, the already unsteady Wright bouncing off the ring apron and falling flat on his ass. COLE And now Bohemoth just imposing his physical will. Christian crawls away with Bo on his tail, preventing him from getting too far. Forced up again, Wright is again thrown forward... *THUD!* ...this time, head-first into the steel steps!! COACH Now this is just uncalled for. COLE Hey, Christian was more than happy taking the fight to the outside a few minutes ago. What's good for the goose and all that. COACH ...UNCALLED FOR~! Bundling Christian back into the ring, Bohemoth scoops him up and over the shoulder for a big running powerslam. The 'running', that's no problem. But the powerslam doesn't come off as Wright escapes down the back and manages to push Bohemoth in the back, hard enough to send him into the turnbuckles! Bo collides with the corner, left shoulder first, re-aggravating his injury. And as Bo falls to one knee, Christian quickly rears back... and kicks his former bodyguard right in the side of the head!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Quick cover by Christian... 1... 2... NO! Wright looks up, holding his head both in despair and in pain. Already, Bo is shaking out the cobwebs and attempting to get back up. So Christian quickly applies an armbar. COLE Christian is going to have a tough time keeping Bohemoth down, but he knows that he's at a disadvantage when going toe to toe. He has to try and keep Bo on the mat. Otherwise, one clothesline and as we saw earlier it could all change in a hurry. Pinning the arm behind the head, a modified top wristlock is applied with a chinlock. "BO!" "BO!" "BO!" WRIGHT SILENCE! "BO!" "BO!" "BO!" The non co-operation of the crowd prompts Christian to pull even tighter on the chinlock, twisting Bo's head off to the side. Bohemoth refuses to give it up though. Pulling himself up, Bohemoth forces Christian back into a corner and waits for the referee to call the break. On five Christian releases the arm... and instantly gets a shoulder in the gut! And a second! Three, four, five, Bo driving CW back against the buckles repeatedly. When he finally relents, Wright quickly capitalises and traps Bo in a front facelock. But Bohemoth refuses to go back down to the mat and drives Christian back in with another shoulder barge! And another! Another... another... and another! COLE This old rivalry spilling over and the referee is struggling to keep both of these men in line. COACH You don't say. This has to be at least 12 seconds in the corner. Bohemoth finally lets up and this time there's no facelock from Wright. He instead gets spun around and thrown up onto the shoulder again. Wright tries to squirm free again but this time there's no mistake from Bohemoth, running out of the corner and planting CW with a Running Powerslam! "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" COLE As we said, toe to toe, Wright is just being overpowered. Bohemoth backs away into a corner, waiting for Wright to get back up. The Natural looks half out of it already as he drags himself back to his feet, stopping halfway to catch his breath. Once Wright gets back up, Bohemoth then comes out of the corner, throwing himself forward with a Yakuza Kick... ...DUCKED! Wright avoids the kick... ...but gets planted with a Front Spinebuster as he turns around! COLE Nothing like a Spinebuster in the OAOAST! Hook of the leg by Bo... 1... 2... SHOULDER UP! Not waiting around and crying over spilt milk, Bohemoth jumps back up and looks out into the crowd, rising to their feet in unison. Thumbs Up. THUMBS DOWN~! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Pick Your Poison... we may have just found the antidote! Bohemoth picks CW up and scoops him int... ...NO! As he's scooped up The Natural pulls a rabbit from his hat, jumping up and floating over the back. Wright lands safely, Bohemoth spins around... *SMACK!* ...and eats a Superkick!! COACH Ch-ching! Count it! COLE What an irony this would be! Superkick by Christian Wright, the man chosen by Zack Malibu to face Bohemoth tonight. Looking almost relieved, Wright walks over on his knees, dropping on top of Bohemoth with a cover... 1... 2... KICKOUT! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEE...." But as soon as Bo kicks out, Wright jumps over the other side and applies a Fujiwara armbar on the left arm! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Chioda slides into position as CW pushes up onto the balls of his feet to torque back on the arm. Pain is etched on the usual cool face of Bohemoth, unable to use his power to alieviate the pressure on the hold. Bohemoth shows no signs of quitting though and starts to crawl forward towards the ropes. COLE Look at Christian, wrenching back on the arm. It's a rare occurance, if ever, that Bohemoth quits but The Natural is doing his damndest to make tonight one of those nights! COACH I'm sure Zack is loving this. But this is about more than Zack now. This is Christian's chance, 18 months later, to finally prove his superiority over the man he made, that he plucked from obscurity! As Wright pulls back on the arm Bo lets out a shout and tries to make another crawl. The ropes are a long way away though and Christian is rocking back and forth, exerting even more pressure. "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" With the San Antonio crowd growing louder in their support, Bohemoth has stopped crawling but is suddenly starting to stir around. He looks for a second to be set to tap, only to plant his free hand on the ring canvas. And forgetting all about the ropes, he instead starts to attempt to climb out of the hold under his own power! Christian shakes his head 'no', but the Meterosexual Monster manages to get his knees underneath him and starts to rise. With a low groan of exertion, Bohemoth then gets a foot planted... ...and suddenly stands up... ...bringing the head-shaking Natural up with him and dropping him down with a Sidewalk Slam!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Bohemoth rolls away clutching his shoulder, leaving the flat out Wright behind. COLE What a show of strength and determination from Bohemoth right there... a side slam, bad arm and all! With both men off their feet, referee Chioda begins a ten count on them. Bohemoth doesn't use up much of it before getting back up, left arm hanging a little limp at his side, while he uses the good right arm to pull Wright to his feet. Throwing Christian aside and into a corner, Bo rears back and nails him with a big right hand! And a second one. COLE Bohemoth fighting with one arm at the moment but he's doing okay with those heavy rights. Down the turnbuckles slides Wright, left slumped against the bottom turnbuckle. Bohemoth places the flat of his foot over Christian's face and forces down, bootscraping him. A couple more scrapes leave Christian completely prone as Bohemoth then takes off for the far ropes. Avoiding the turnbuckles, Bo comes back from the far side of the ring... AND OBLITERATES CW'S FACE WITH THE FACEWASH!!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Grabbing hold of Christian's wrist, Bohemoth then hauls him right back to his feet... and drops him with another big clothesline! COLE Hey, I just got a text message from Alix Maria Spezia. She says "Thanks Bo, but you needn't have bothered with the face, it was already broken. Peace out.". COACH Pfft, like Alix even knows who you are. With Wright seeing stars, Bohemoth leans in the corner and gets his wind back. He then pushes himself out of the corner, shaking out his left arm as he stalks Christian. Thumbs Up. THUMBS DOWN~! Bohemoth grabs Christian from his knees, scooping him up into his arms. The left arm is tested by the lift but, comfortable that he's got enough left in it, Bo walks out into the middle of the ring with Christian, before swinging him around... ...out... ...and DOWN~! COLE Erotic Awakening Of B!! 1... 2... 3!!!! *DINGDINGDING!* "Liberate" strikes up again as Bohemoth rolls over and grabs his arm again now the match is over. Referee Mike Chioda calls for the bell and goes to raise the arm, not thinking, which earns him a stern look from Bohemoth. He quickly makes up for it by raising the good arm. BUFFER Here is your winner... "THE METEROSEXUAL MONSTER"... BBOOOOOO - HHHHHEEEEEEMMOOOOOOTTHHHH!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Bo looks down at his former mentor as he stares vacantly up at the lights, working out another kink in his shoulder before stepping over Wright on his way out of the ring. COLE Certainly a stern test for Bohemoth here tonight. But one that he's passed here against Christian Wright. The question now is, how will Zack Malibu fair in comparison in our main event? COACH Well he's got quite a bit to live up to. As Bohemoth walks to the back, Christian slowly comes to his senses in the ring. When he realises what's actually happened he hangs his head and slumps back to the canvas, protesting that it was just a two count despite only showing signs of life a good twenty seconds after the bell actually sounded. COLE And for Christian Wright, he's at least got the defence of the Anderson Cup to console himself with, starting next week.

I could see Harris making a good fit in WWE land. Preferrably with a tag partner. TNA really blew it with AMW after their street fight, especially Harris. For all the singles pushes they attempted with him, they really should have done something (anything) with him after probably the best performance of his career.

That's if they have an ECW Title match, of course. Punk's position on the card and style makes him a natural candidate for a MITB match again this year.

DDT > other wrestling. I heartily approve of this.

No, you're not seeing things, that IS a match graphic. That's what spare time and illness can do for ya.

He worked Scorpio in 1PW and Danielson on the PWG tour I believe. Plus he's booked for NOAH's show in England in June.

If this can go before the intro, that'd be neat. ---------------------- [b]EARLIER TONIGHT[/b] Inside the office of the OAOAST's namesake AngleSault, and the boss has got a couple of distinguished guests with him. Zack Malibu and Bohemoth, both dressed in their street clothes, one a little more casually than the other, are in the middle of what can be best decribed as a slightly forced conversation while they wait for AngleSault to get off the phone. Eventually he emerges from his desk and stands between the two of them, smiling. ANGLESAULT Okay guys, there's a couple of good reasons why I called you both in here tonight. First off, I just wanted to confirm that you've both got a spot in the Lethal Rumble, January 27th. So that'll be the first opportunity for you two to really make good on your quote-un-quote 'competition', while in direct competition. Depending on the luck of the draw, of course. Bo and Zack take a quick glance at each other. ANGLESAULT As for tonight, I know you're both itching to compete, especially after I left you both off the trip to Mexico. Seems like you're both really eager to get the 'one up' on each other. Get a little momentum going before the Rumble. So, you've both got a match tonight. ZACK Sounds good to me. ANGLESAULT I thought it would. Bo? BOHEMOTH Hey, you know me, I'm always ready for a fight. ANGLESAULT Well, that's settled then. And, just to make things a little more interesting... I'm going to let [i]you[/i] pick each other's opponents. AngleSault smiles, as does Zack. Bo remains typically cool and calm but unfolds his arms, rubbing his hands at the prospect. ANGLESAULT So, it's Pick Your Poison time guys. Zack, what's it to be? After a few moments of thought, Zack looks up at Bohemoth. ZACK Well, there's a ton of guys on the roster that I'm sure you could tear right through without breaking a sweat bigman. There's also quite a few who I think could match up pretty well with you. Some big guys. Tall guys. Powerful guys. But, since we're in the spirit of competition here and we want to make things interesting, if there's one guy in the OAOAST who I think can really give you a run for your money... it'd have to be someone who knows you better than anybody else out there. Somebody like your old running buddy, Christian Wright. And I'm sure you wouldn't mind getting your hands on him either. ANGLESAULT Okay, Christian it is. And Bo, who do you want Zack to face tonight? Grinning a little, Bohemoth lifts his shades from his eyes. BOHEMOTH You know, I appreciate the thought behind that Zack. Very generous. ZACK Make no mistake, I'm not trying to do you any favours. BOHEMOTH Well, me neither. See everyone knows that you thrive when you're fighting with your heart. So, we won't go down that road. As far as who I think you'd struggle to beat... how about... Leon Rodez. Just about the last name he expected to hear, Zack looks genuinely surprised for a second. Bohemoth coolly lowers the sunglasses back over his eyes as AngleSault cuts the silence with a deep breath. ANGLESAULT Alright then! Bohemoth versus Christian Wright and Zack, you've got Leon Rodez... can't wait to see those matches, good luck out there guys. Zack and Bo continue to stand face to face for a few seconds, before The Franchise suddenly takes off.