King Cucaracha

It's professional wrestling. It's not a statement about black people or how their ethnic backgrounds. It's people wearing women's swimming trunks rolling around in a ring, it was ridiculous to begin with.[/Chris Candido] This is no more racist than Umaga (or every other Samoan gimmick) and Armando and nobody's batted an eyelid about them. It's no more racist than the Leprechaun. What about Slick? Who doesn't love Slick? Mr Fuji. Dumb gimmicks have been around like this for years and will continue to be done. Yet, we all seem to love the ones from the 80s. What's the difference, really?

I think Ted DiBiase might have something to say about that, were he an e-fed dweller. And a GCF Mod. Then again, maybe he IS. MUWWAHAAHAHHAHAWAHAAH!!

Patty is okay. Tony I know has been in contact real recently, so no need to worry your pretty little head Malibu. Or, maybe I'm Patty. It'd explain a lot.

On GPX/D*LUX, the reason it was PPV calibre was because the PPV match was squash match calibre. That was (more or less) the match I'd planned on, before being dumb enough to write that and Landon/Leon in a weekend. Doi!

Hopefully, NRG vs. Sk8ter Boiz. Plus, Landon Maddix is in the hizzay, to answer some big questions. Why did he interfere in the GPX/D*LUX match last week? What's next for him in the OAOAST? Why didn't he sell getting murderised on SWF programming Wednesday on Thursday night? Okay, not so much the last one. But the others. Yessum.

I rewatched it last night while not half asleep and there's nothing funnier than a posh, well spoken person speaking gangsta slang. Nothing. So long as they're half decent in the ring and the WWE don't go overboard with the parody to the point that it's just offensive, I've no problems with it. They're no LAX though.

As we return to the arena we find ourselves panning around the crowd, who have been joined ringside by a group of fellow spectators. Dressed in yellow, the local security team's presence has been clearly increased as the guards line virtually every barricade and stairway. COLE Okay, as you can see, we've got a big security presence in the crowd as it's time for the 'Hooligan Street Fight'. No time-limit, no disqualifications, no count-outs and no stopping the match until we see either a pinfall or a submission. And after what we saw at AngleSlam, we know this brawl could spill anywhere. COACH No kidding. They ended up deep in the crowd at AngleSlam and we ended up with one fan getting a boot in the head. COLE Hence the security here, as indeed an unlucky fan did take one of Tyler Bryant's feet across the forehead in the midst of that crazy brawl where the four men ended up brawling through the abandoned seats deep in the crowd and all the way to the back. They had to be pulled apart, which The GPX weren't happy about and they laid out the challenge last week. It's on tonight and hopefully, security will keep the fans out of harm's way should the action spill into the seats once again. And with that, let's send it up to the ring. *DINGDINGDING* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, this is the first ever Hooligan Street Fight! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER There will be no disqualifications, no count-outs and falls count anywhere! In this contest, the HI-YAH World Tag Team Championships are NOT on the line. .:CUE: O-Town, "Make Her Say":. "In a world full of posers, phonies, and pure wannabees, there finally emerges a group which has come to set the record straight. so, all you suckers better recognize, ya heard can you say uhhh na na na na..." In a bit of a depature from the norm, the crowd go wild for the sounds of O-Town and for a team notoriously uninterested in pleasing the fans. Maybe because after Johnny "Jam" Jackson enters clad in his street clothes, he's followed out by Atlanta's own Scotty Static! Static gets a big reaction as he walks through the entrance doors, but as he looks into the crowd he simply turns to Jax and shrugs his shoulders, showing that even in his hometown he's a tweener, maaan. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first. At a total combined weight of four hundred, thirty seven pounds... they are former OAOAST World Tag Team Champions and two-thirds of the current OAOAST Six-Man Tag Team Champions... the team of SCOTTY STATIC "YYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" and JOHNNY "JAM" JACKSON... THE GLLOOBBAALL PAARRTTYY... EEEEXXXXXXXXXXCCHHHHAAAAANNGGEEEEEEE!!!!! COLE And we are indeed in Atlanta, or should that be HOTlanta. To say this is The GPX's environment is true, but it would be even more valid to say this is Scotty Static's environment. COACH His street, his rules. COLE Well judging from this reaction, The GPX will be the clear favourites with the fans here tonight. It'll be interesting to see how their opponents cope, seeing as how until tonight they've been used to nothing but the people's adulation. COACH It's gonna be a real learning experience for the kids, that's for sure. Stepping into the ring, Johnny Jax scans the crowd and the extra security in effect, shaking his head at the fact the OAOAST are having to secure their street fight. Weakness. Static looks into the crowd too, still looking a little surprised at the fact his hometown is so receptive towards him. And despite his best efforts not to be the 'nice guy', he does acknowledge some of the many GPX banners and the GPX t-shirts with a quick pound of the chest around the heart area. Jax has meanwhile left the ring and retrieved a steel chair from ringside, tossing it into the ring to Static before stashing something else in the back pocket of his low slung jeans. "JUST ONE ON ONE THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT! JUST ONE ON ONE THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" An unexpected reaction, possibly, as a loud chorus of boos goes up possibly for the first time ever in the careers of Tyler Bryant and Shayne Brave. Stepping through the entrance doors, the D*LUX duo seem a little surprised too and Shayne foolishly tries to fire up the crowd, who just throw it back in their faces. Luckily, Jade Rodez is soon onhand to get her guys' focus on the ring and not the fans, telling them not to worry and directing them on down the aisle. BUFFER And introducing the opponents. Being led to the ring by their manager, Ms. JADE RODEZ! They weigh in at a total combined weight of three hundred, ninety seven pounds... the reigning HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions... "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE BRAVE... "TREMENDOUS" TYLER BRYANT... they are D*LLLLLLLUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH There's that reaction. COLE And here come D*LUX!! Storming the ring with their intro long gone, Tyler and Shayne slide in and pick up where they left off on August 27th as they leap right to their feet and start slugging it out with The GPX! Tyler and Jax, Shayne and Static, throwing fists as referee Nick Patrick signals for the opening bell. For some reason he doesn't get it, but who really cares, because the match is well and truly underway. "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" The Atlanta crowd get right behind The GPX as the two brawls spill out on either side of the ring. Static and Shayne brawl over into the barriers, putting the security into action, as across ringside Tyler hurls Jax head-first into the announce table. COLE This is chaos here and this is just how The GPX like it! D*LUX are out of their element here tonight and they can't escape that. They have to try and fight and beat The GPX at their own game, there's no other way. COACH Well trying to copy The GPX should come pretty easy. Jax is sprawled across the announce table now as Tyler ignores the pro-GPX crowd, scaling onto the table and sending notes and paper flying. Mounting Jax, Tyler then does as the street-fighters do and starts to rain down a succession of punches onto Johnny "Jam". In this predicament, Johnny's street mentality kicks into auto-pilot and with the fists raining down, he throws the first object to hand at Tyler. Luckily, the glass water pitcher misses and ends up drenching Coach. But the plastic fan he picks up next doesn't miss, catching Tyler right in the face, sending him rolling off the table clutching at his damaged looks. Meanwhile it's still Static and Shayne going at it, Static dumping Shayne into the barrier to the delight of his fellow Georgians. Numerous fans have their chairs brandished for Scotty to use and he gladly takes one, jamming the top of the seat down into Shayne's ribs. And again. Static then places the top of the chair on Shayne's throat and pushes down with all his might, trying to choke the boybander out. COACH Man, it's started hot and heavy here, huh? COLE This has been brewing for weeks of course. It was supposed to come to a head at AngleSlam, but the way that ended up just seemed to make things worse. This is a grudge, simple as that. It started off being about respect, now it's turned ugly. Shayne is able to get the chair off of his throat, but the punishment doesn't end there as Static transitions to putting the boots to him. Simple, but effective. The chair is tossed aside, leaving one fan without a seat for the rest of the match, not that he seems to care as he and those around him cheer Static on. Reaching out into the crowd, Scotty grabs a full plastic cup of beer and pours one out for his 'homey', "J'OH", before hurling the cup and the remaining alcohol right into the clean living boybander's face, to a big cheer. Static then goes back to the stomping. "STA - TIC!" "STA - TIC!" "STA - TIC!" "STA - TIC!" Over by the announce table, Tyler checks his forehead to find he is indeed busted open from the fan to the face. Jax gives him no time to nurse his wounds, storming up behind with a length of camera cable and wrapping it around Tyler's throat, his head, his face and wherever else he can! Tyler flails around as the wire is pulled back on with everything Johnny has, the GPXer talking some garbage as he chokes Tyler down. COLE This is chaos, our table is a mess, Coach is wet. COACH And no Crystal in sight. COLE ... Eventually Tyler manges to free himself from the cables. Jax is still right on his opponent though, as he slams a right hand across the open wound on Tyler's head. Tyler fights back with a jab, but Jax lands another heavily taped fist upside the head and sends Tyler sprawling to the floor. COLE Poor Jade Rodez can only watch from afar, nothing she can do now. COACH She looks worried. Rightfully so too. Indeed, Jade watches on nervously from the top of the rampway as Tyler Bryant has rolled back into the ring. And with his forehead busted open, he struggles to stand, flopping around until Jax slides in and boots him in the back of the head. COLE We have our first casualty of the match and I wouldn't expect it to be the last. Tyler, obviously lacerated from that show from our fan. COACH We have fans!? COLE The wind making thing. COACH Ah, gotcha. Showing his ruthless streak, Jax doesn't go for the cover and instead just kneels down beside Tyler, choking away with his bare hands. Referee Patrick is powerless to do anything and just watches on, as Jax eventually storms away and retrieves the steel chair across the ring. Static is still putting the boots to Shayne, leaving no-one to help "Tremendous" Tyler as he stumbles back up... ...getting jabbed in the gut with the chair... *CRACK!* "YYEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" ...before it gets SLAMMED over his back! COACH That's gonna play havoc with his choreography. Collapsing to the mat, Tyler writhes in pain as Jax now sets the chair up in the centre of the ring. Jax takes a quick glance to the outside, checking his partner is still in control, before dragging Tyler up and dragging him over to the furniture. A quick slam of the head into the seat sets Tyler up, an irish whip shooting him off to the ropes. As Tyler bounces back, Jax then sets for a drop toehold... ...or, maybe that should be drop NOhold (hyuck hyuck), as Tyler leaps over Jax's attempts to scythe his legs from underneath him. Once he realises he's come up short, Jax scrambles to his feet. Still on the run is The Tremendous One, leapfrogging over the chair and taking Johnny down with a Lou Thesz press, before going back to those mounted punches! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE This is odd to hear, it must be even odder for Tyler. An excellent move and the crowd are on his back for it. Tyler continues to punch and punch on for each boo he's getting, until finally he gives Jax a little reprieve. Only in order to set something else up though, as he moves the chair back across the ring. As he sets the chair up, Tyler spots his partner being thrown into the ring apron though and like any good tag partner would do, he takes action. Grabbing the top rope, Bryant vaults up and over with a simple PLANCHA to wipe Static out! COLE It certainly didn't take long for the aerial tactics, don't expect that to be the last dive either. Sure enough, right on cue Johnny Jax clambers up and waits for Tyler to pull himself back up. D*LUX recollect themselves, Tyler checking on Shayne, who points out the cut on his partner's head. That conversation distracts the HI-YAH Champions though, until they suddenly spot Jax thundering across the ring, the bigman of GPX showing his agility as he soars through the top and middle rope, taking out both members of D*LUX with a TOPÉ! COLE It's like AngleSlam all over again! COACH These four don't care about the risk, to each other or to themselves. That's what makes a match like this so dangerous. COLE And now, Scotty Static back in the ring, what has he got planned? With his HOTlanta natives HOT and in his corner, Static rolls into the ring. He's still shaking the effects of his role as landing pad as he climbs back up, assessing the steel chair before smiling to himself. No need to even move it, as he strolls across the opposite side of the ring, waiting as the trio on the floor climb up. Jax holds D*LUX in place and yells at his partner to 'do it!'. And just like that, Static is off. Hitting the ropes, Static runs the length of the ring... ...vaults onto the chair... ...to the top... ...AND TO THE FLOOR, WIPING ALL THREE GUYS OUT WITH A TRIPLE JUMP SOMERSAULT PLANCHA!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE UNBELIEVABLE!! "STA - TIC!" "STA - TIC!" "STA - TIC!" "STA - TIC!" COLE Incredible agility, incredible speed, incredible balance. Just incredible! COACH But he took everyone out Mikey. Jax tried to get away, but D*LUX held him in place. They couldn't go anywhere with Jax holding them, but they made damn sure J took the fall with them. It's a four man pile-up on the floor, Jade watching on anxiously as Static is the first to his feet and fired up enough to accept some high-fives from his hometown fans. Static doesn't waste much time with the fans though, taking Shayne and pitching him into the ring. In after him rolls Static, a slight limp as he boots Shayne in the head. Another boot finds the mark, Static folding up the chair and tossing it aside for later use as he stomps down on Shayne again. That stomp seems to light something up inside of Brave though, as he responds with a punch to the gut! Another punch buries itself into the breadbasket, and a third, Shayne able to now fight to his feet...until Static grabs two handfuls of face and just starts to rip and tear at the eyes, nose, ears, whatever he's haphazardly grabbed a hold of. "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COLE That's just gruesome! Nevermind an eyerake, he's raking his entire face! COACH This is how they do on the street Mikey! Gruesome is just second nature. Finally a final rake sends Shayne reeling away, Static following him into a corner and pinning him against the turnbuckles... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...landing a good old fashioned knifedge chop! Static then uses the less technical method of climbing the ropes and pinning his knee across Shayne's throat as he pulls on the top of the ringpost for leverage. That is, until suddenly the standing leg gives way, a natural reaction to being punched in the crotch! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Lowblow by Shayne Brave! D*LUX are being forced to fight fire with fire here tonight! Static limps away holding his nether regions while Shayne drags himself out of the corner. No sooner has he got out, however, than Johnny Jax comes into view and nearly takes his head off with a brutal clothesline. In an instant Jax then goes to work with some stomps, putting the beatdown on the HI-YAH Tag Champ and giving his partner a chance to recover. COACH That's why this is The GPX's environment. They're tough individually, but when one of them gets in trouble, they look out for their own. If one of them goes down, they both go down. No 'I' in team, no 'I' in Global Party Exchange. Pulling Shayne to his feet, Jax loads up an irish whip. Into the ropes goes Shayne, rebounded back into a knee to the gut that drops him down onto all fours. Tyler Bryant now tries to get in and help out, but Jax disposes of him, barging him off the ring apron before striding back over to Shayne and stradling his back. By the hair, Johnny then exposes Shayne's jaw... *THUD!* ...and lands a heavy-duty crossface strike. *THUD!* ...and one from the other side. *THUD!* ...before coming back the other way, the third crossface seemingly KOing Brave as he slumps lifelessly to the canvas, with Jax standing over him with complete dominance. COLE We've yet to see a pinfall attempt yet and to be honest, right now, I don't think it's about that to The GPX. Not yet. Jax places his boot across the back of Shayne's head, forcing him to eat canvas as he gets the thumbs up from from Static that he's okay now. With Shayne still pinned down, Jax unwraps the heavy gauze from around his left hand and allows Static to pull the still lifeless Shayne Brave back to his feet. A quick forearm pops Shayne and dazes him up, Scotty then landing a rare headbutt as he puts the badmouth on the relative newcomer for daring to give him the dreaded pee-pee tag. Wringing the arm, Static whips Shayne into the ropes and steps out of the way, allowing Jax to step in and ruthlessly clothesline Shayne down, with the removed length of wristtape! Writhing around with a hold of his throat goes Shayne, as The GPX high-five on a job well done. COLE Things slowing down a little here, which is dangerous news for D*LUX. When it's fast paced, that's the brawl, that's the fight. It's chaotic and anyone's game. Now it's slowed down, this is a case of The GPX picking them shots and having some fun. Sadistic fun, but fun nonetheless. Again Tyler tries to get into the ring to aid his partner, but he's again sent packing by Jax. Static meanwhile has the steel chair and stabs it down onto Shayne, aiming for the throat but thankfully narrowly just missing. He does get Shayne in the chest though, which is bad enough. "FUCK HIM UP SCO - TTY, FUCK HIM UP!" *clap clap* "FUCK HIM UP SCO - TTY, FUCK HIM UP!" *clap clap* COLE Scotty Static, ruthless with that chair. COACH And these people love it. I don't get it. Shayne rolls away to relative safety as The GPX allow him to drag himself up in the corner. Jax has removed the rest of the tape from his left hand now and stalks in after Shayne, clenching his bare knuckles with a wry smile. By the hair again, Jax exposes the jaw... ...but this time, he doesn't get chance to strike, before Tyler Bryant drags him from the ring... *CLANG!* ...and shoves him into the ringpost!! Distracted by his partner's plight, Static quickly rushes over to grab the steel chair across the ring. Wielding the weapon, Scotty then calls out to Tyler, who mistakenly turns around... *CRACK!* ...AND STATIC HURLS THE CHAIR RIGHT INTO HIS HEAD FROM THE RING!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE This has gone from a street fight to a soccer riot all of a sudden!! Down goes Tyler, the chair, rebounding off his skull and down the aisle, narrowly missing one of the OAOAST's intrepid camerman. Static seems pleased and puts a little bit of a badmouth down on Tyler. However, he doesn't notice Shayne Brave in the corner, as he pushes himself up onto the middle rope, encouraging Static back around. Up stands Shayne as Static turns...spotting his opponent's position and instinctively ducking his head. Unfortunately for him, Shayne has delayed the jump though and reads the move, instead going over top with a flying sunset flip... 1... 2... No! COLE The first pin attempt of the match, but not enough. To their feet come both men and in a flash, it breaks down again, as Shayne tackles Static to the canvas and throws frantic fists, Static trying to cover up and block the punches. Static is quickly able to turn the tables and mounts Shayne, slapping him around with some paintbrush strokes. That then turns into another attempt to gouge out the eyes, until Shayne tucks his knees and kicks Static away. Both men again come back to their feet and Static rolls underneath to evade a lunge from Shayne, rushing the ropes. Shayne does a quick 360 and runs headlong at Static, cutting the airborne GPXer out of the air with a Spear!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Wow, Static gets Speared out of mid-air. No way to absorb that blow or to protect his landing, he must be winded after that. COACH That's one of about three wrestling moves we've seen all match too. If you count a Spear as a wrestling move. Shayne leaves Static to roll around on the mat and leaves the ring, ignoring the hate-mob of Hooligan fans on the floor as best possible as he lifts up the ring apron and starts to hunt for some toys. Over stumbles Jax, but with the collision with the post still fresh on his body he's easily brushed aside and shoved into the guardrail. That buys Static time to crawl over and reach out through the ropes, grabbing Shayne by the hair... *CLANG!* ...and takes a garbage can lid upside the head!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Away rolls Static as Shayne tosses the weapon inside, going back underneath and looking for something else. That something else turns out to be the garbage can itself, tossing that over the top and into the ring before sliding back in, stalking after Static. It's "Showtime" Shayne's turn to get a little ruthless now as he begins to stomp a mudhole into Static's chest in the corner, softening him up before retrieving the garbage can again, placing it in Scotty's lap as he slumps groggily against the bottom turnbuckle. Instinctively, the nice guy babyface tries to ignite some babyface fire and get the crowd clapping, but that falls like a lead balloon in the arena, so Shayne is left to charge sans clapping... ...but Static moves, with the trash can, avoiding Shayne's attempt at a dropkick. Leg buckling off the bottom turnbuckle, Shayne takes a moment to untangle himself as he pulls himself up in the corner, turning to charge after Static again. Static is waiting though and with the trash can held by the handles, he swings it like a baseball bat... ...DUCKED! Shayne narrowly avoids getting his head knocked clear into the 8th row and lands a boot to the gut. Snatching the trash can back, Shayne then reels back, only to fake Static out and land another boot. He has other plans, dropping the can down as Tyler Bryant has just rolled back into the ring. And D*LUX waste little time in showing why they're such tag team specialists, Tyler hoisting Static up onto his shoulders with a fireman's carry and Shayne doubling up, bringing Static down with the Samoan Drop/Neckbreaker combo... *CRUNCH!* ...RIGHT THROUGH THE TRASH CAN!!!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Dayyum! COLE Make your own puns about trash compactors folks, I'm just gonna say Oh, MY, Rock Your Body! As Tyler clutches his shoulder, checking he hasn't sliced it open on the edges of the garbage can, it's left to Shayne to drag Static so his shoulders touch the mat, then make the cover... 1... 2... Broken up by Jax! As he clubs Shayne in the back, Jax pops back up to cut Tyler off, headbutting him deep in the gut. Shayne is then disposed off, tossed carelessly out of the ring by Jax who wants to capitalise on the wounded member of the HI-YAH Tag Team Champions. Grabbing Tyler, Jax lands with his taped right hand to the busted forehead. Another right hand sends Tyler stumbling back against the ropes, hung over the top and measured for a big knee. Jax then loads Tyler up, irish whipping him across the ring and waiting on his return with a quick lift under the armpits, pressing Tyler skywards and intercepting him on the way down, into an Elevated Sitout Powerbomb! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE A little power from the enforcer of The GPX and a wrestling move to boot! COACH Well, they're not just the toughest team going, they're one of the best in the ring too. Triple J declines the opportunity to attempt a pinfall, brushing Tyler away and rolling out of the ring. The destination is again under the ring and Jax wastes no time with the crowd as he grabs what he wants and hauls it into the open air. A ladder. "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh my! COACH Alright, time for a little old school GPX, fool! COLE The GPX, no strangers to ladders. And Johnny Jax went right for it you notice, maybe a little 'old school', seeing as that's what The GPX are claiming D*LUX are trying to be. The best description of Jade Rodez's expression would be 'worried' right now, as she watches Johnny Jax slide the steel ladder underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. Both her men are down and while Static is still convelessing in the corner after his trip through the garbage can, Jax is the man standing. "LA - DDERS RULE!" "LA - DDERS RULE!" "LA - DDERS RULE!" "LA - DDERS RULE!" COLE Yes they do. Propping the ladder up in a neutral corner, Jax retrieves Tyler Bryant and looks to set him up for a whip into the steel. Tyler wrenches his arm away and starts to put up a defence, punching away at Jax to try and keep him at bay, which doesn't work for long as Johnny lands a quick knee to the gut. The whip is reset and Jax gets it this time...but only to arm's length, before Tyler reverses. Jax skids to a halt before he collides with the ladder and turns back, cutting through Tyler with a hooking clothesline. JAX NOT GONNA HAPPEN, BITCH! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Jax pulls Tyler up again now and again he looks for the whip. This time Tyler does go hurtling towards the ladder...but he throws up a foot, stopping himself short as it rams into a rung. Jax tries to follow in but gets a back elbow. Tyler then adjust the ladder and places the top rung across the middle turnbuckle, leaving it still propped but at a different angle. A more friendly angle for climbing, as Tyler begins to walk the ladder, carefuly not to slip through the rungs as he heads for the top rope. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" But an overhand chop to the back stops him halfway up the ladder! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" Another back chop leaves Tyler aching now and in a precarious position, as Jax also climbs onto the ladder. COLE This does not look good. That ladder is propped in the corner, about 45 degrees and both Jax and Tyler are up there. No good can come of this. COACH Unless you're bloodthirsty. COLE So, most of these people then? COACH Bingo. Jax climbs the bottom few ladder rungs to get behind Tyler and lands a forearm over the back, leaving Tyler doubled over. Infact, he's virtually on all fours on the ladder now as Jax climbs past him. Reaching the top turnbuckle, Johnny transitions onto the ropes now and adjusts himself, so that he's standing on the top rope, hovering over Tyler. The boybander is trying to gain his footing, but can't do so in time... ...as Jax soars... ...AND LANDS A (LOW-KI) DOUBLE STOMP ACROSS THE BACK, CRUSHING TYLER ON THE LADDER!!!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE OH, HE SQUASHED HIM!! HE CRUSHED HIS LUNGS!! COACH That's just WRONG! The ladder buckles a little looks a little bent as Jax, having literally landed on Tyler rather than landing a glancing blow, jumps off of Tyler and back down to the canvas. Jade Rodez looks horrified on the entrance stage as he man is checked on by referee Nick Patrick, showing no dissernable signs of life. "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" Jax dismisses Tyler as done now and sees Shayne Brave trying to roll back in, dragging him into the centre of the ring and to his feet. A quick go behind into a full nelson is not contested by groggy Shayne. But once he feels it lock in he knows he has to block, dropping to his knees deadweight to prevent being lifted. His reward is a knee to the spine. A second knee then allows Jax to haul Shayne back up... ...but he slips free in mid-air, countering with a roll-up... 1... 2... Broken up by Static! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE We've seen The GPX go through some ridiculously tough battles, most recently with the Wildcards. We've seen the punishment they can take. And even after being driven through the trash can as he was, Scotty Static shows just what resiliancy he has. Static and Jax are able to club Shayne into some submissiveness and combine, throwing Shayne across the ring with a double irish whip. A boot to the gut from Jax sets him up for Static, who charges... ...stops... *CRACK!* "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" ...AND WAFFLES SHAYNE OVER THE BACK WITH THE CRUSHED REMAINS OF THE TRASH CAN!!! COLE And the wrestling, abruptly, ends there. The GPX are still passing up on the pin for now and instead, they seem to be enjoying taking some frustrations out on Shayne. After some gratuitous stomps, traffic is directed to pull Brave back up. As told Johnny lifts "Showtime" Shayne to his feet, Jax hooking him up for a side russian legsweep, as Static explodes off the ropes... *SMACK!* ...and NAILS Shayne with the Yakuza Kick, into the legsweep! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Finally, that seems to be enough for The GPX as Jax hooks the leg for the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE Well, finally The GPX attempt to win the match. I guess they feel they've proved enough of a point now, that all they need is the topper, which is the 'W' in the win-loss record. A little surprised at the kickout, Jax gives some directions to Scotty and quickly scurries across the ring. Retrieving the steel chair from across the ring, a smile emerges on Jax's face as Static 'helps' Shayne to his feet. He then 'helps' Shayne forward, pushing him into Jax's path... *CRACK!* ...and he gets WAYLAID, the top of the chair striking him right across the crown of the head!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COACH Man, what a shot that was! COLE That sounded like a gunshot. Which, ironically, wouldn't be that out of place in one of The GPX's street fights you would imagine. Shayne collapses in a heap and for a moment, The GPX aren't sure whether to end it or not. *CRACK!* A chairshot over the back of Tyler, still laid facedown on the propped ladder, seems to answer the question, as Jax says it's over and Scotty makes a rather merciful pin... 1... 2... 3- ...NOOO!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE And a little show of resiliance on D*LUX's part. The GPX has been pretty vocal about their thoughts on these two, but they've clearly been discrediting these two young kids, who do have a lot of guts and a lot of heart. COACH Heart isn't gonna protect you from a chairshot, Cole. COLE No, but it'll help you stay in a wrestling match such as this. With a look of acceptance, Jax seems to say 'fine, let's try this again' as he loads the chair up again. It's a glorified handicap match now with Tyler still prone on the ladder in the corner and in no condition to help, as Static again sets Shayne up. To his feet, the boybander is shoved forwards... ...but he grabs Static's wrist and pulls him forward, ducking his head... *CRACK!* ...AND CAUSING JAX TO CRACK THE CHAIR OVER STATIC'S HEAD!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH OH NO! COLE A miscue from The GPX! Down goes Static, as Shayne quickly takes advantage of Johnny Jackson's despair, kicking the chair from his hands and unloading with a series of forearms on The GPXer! When those begin not to work, Shayne then pushes Jax to arms length and hits a standing dropkick, Jax sent sprawling to the floor as Shayne stays on one knee to gather his bearings. COLE Shayne again showing a lot of heart, fighting off both members of The GPX, but he needs to try and capitalise and capitalise quickly. Without the crowd on his side, it's left to Shayne to motivate himself to drag himself back up to his feet. Jade is trying her best to make herself heard over the hostile crowd, but it's not working. Nevertheless Shayne is back up and his first reaction is to check on Tyler. Picking himself on the ladder, Tyler favours his ribs as he collapses to the mat, pointing Shayne in the direction of Static, who is back up as well. Turning on his heels, Shayne stuns Static with a boot. And with the ladder now departed, he grabs a handful of hair... *CRACK!* ...and throws Static in face-first. Static bounces away as Shayne now drops the ladder flat onto the canvas in the centre of the ring, ready for his next move. Once he can shake off the cobwebs that is. "STA - TIC!" "STA - TIC!" "STA - TIC!" "STA - TIC!" Shayne pulls Static to his feet, the 188 pounder looking a little out of his element as he fires off some right hands. Static is still dazed from the chairshot though and can't find a way to fight back, ending up beaten down by the punches until he's on one knee. Back up he comes, into a front facelock as Shayne turns the tables around and sets for a suplex onto the ladder...BLOCK! Static hooks his foot inside, blocking the lift. Shayne tries again...but again, same result, no suplex. Now Static begins to fire off some shots to the ribs to weaken Shayne up, then lifts in his own right, taking Shayne up...and over, onto his feet, Shayne landing safely behind. Static stumbles around and by now, Tyler has managed to drag himself over. A double knee to the gut sets Scotty up, D*LUX hoisting him up and bringing him down across the knees with their patented double gutbuster! COLE The Cowell Movement! Away falls Tyler, his ribs still hurting, leaving Shayne to cradle Static over with an Oklahoma roll... 1... 2... NO! COLE All four men showing clear signs of fatigue now. This one has taken it's toll and it's going to be gutcheck time and a matter of who wants it more. Clambering up in the corner, Shayne rallies again as he exits the ring, looking to head to the top rope. Unfortunately, he delays just as he gets halfway through the ropes, allowing Static a window back into the match to bundle Shayne off the apron and to the floor. Static now scrambles over and brings Tyler back up, fancying his chances better with the bleeding and beaten boybander. A knee to the gut sets him up for an irish whip, Static positioning himself between Tyler and the stationary ladder... ...but Tyler comes back with a Yakuz... ...NO! Static brushes it aside, wrapping on a waistlock. A standing switch by Tyler puts him behind Static though, managing not to trip over the ladder as he picks Static up for a back suplex... *CRACK!* ...RIGHT DOWN ACROSS THE LADDER!!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE Scotty Static's turn to feel just how hard that ladder is... COACH ...and he might be able to feel it again. Up as quickly as his aching ribs will allow, Tyler certainly isn't done yet. Stepping out to the apron beside Static, the weakened Tyler grabbing the top rope and taking a couple of deep breathes, knowing full-well he's going to sacrifice himself as he slingshots in... ...WITH A HÍLO, RIGHT DOWN ON STATIC, CRUSHING HIM AGAINST THE LADDER AGAIN!!!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Tyler ends up rolling away holding his ribs just as Static does, meaning he can't get the pinfall to follow up. And it also means that both men in the ring are down, Shayne is down on the floor and Johnny Jax... ...is pulling a TABLE out from underneath the ring!! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh boy. COACH Things have just stepped up another notch Mikey boy. Pulling the legs from under the table, Jax sets it up on the outside of the ring near to the apron. A nod and a smile to the crowd nearby tells them that Johnny's got some evil intentions. "TABLE!" "TABLE!" "TABLE!" "TABLE!" COLE And a chant for the table. COACH I thought we'd been to Orlando already. Back in rolls Jax and Shayne is just now entering the ring, giving Jax a target as he charges with a boot. With Shayne down, Jax now has free reign of the ring and decides to take the chance to rummage into his jeans pocket. And what he pulls out is a bit of a surprise, especially to referee Nick Patrick, as in Jax's hand is a hammer! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" COLE Well, no wonder we didn't have a bell to start the match! Jax grabbed the hammer from the timekeeper's table...don't tell me he's gonna use that on D*LUX! COACH What else would he do? COLE ...valid point. Patrick tries to reason with Jax, but the Hooligan just brushes the authority aside and with the tiny hammer wielded, he charges at Shayne...who reacts quickly, stunning Johnny with a quick inverted atomic drop! The hammer goes flying as Shayne holds Jax in place, waiting for Tyler to appear into view and complete the Opposites Attract. Tyler is still down though, allowing Jax to elbow his way out of Shayne's grasp, reaching down and deadlifting him from the canvas, up with a gutwrench and DOWN with a Powerbomb! 1... 2... TYLER WITH THE SAVE! COLE Belatedly or not, Tyler makes it just about on time to save his partner on that occassion! Jax rolls to his feet and pretty soon, we're back to the street fight part of this street fight as he and Tyler start to exchange right hands in the centre of the ring. Over comes Shayne to help out, but he takes an elbow square in the jaw from Jax! Confused as to what happened, Jax then turns around and pays for it, as Tyler lunges and lands the Phantom Neckbreaker! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Finally getting a little encouragement from her team, Jade cheers away from the rampway, as Tyler rolls Jax into the cover... 1... 2... ONLY TWO!! "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" Clutching his ribs, Tyler brings Jax up with him to his feet and shoots him off the ropes with a notedly laborious irish whip. Jax is therefore easily able to grab the ropes, stopping himself from bouncing back. Quickly Tyler follows in, but he takes a boot, setting him up for a suplex. COLE Oh no...that table out there on the floor, Jax is looking to put Tyler right through it... ...but that won't happen, as Tyler fights his way out and counters with a quick DDT! As Jax jars into the canvas, Shayne and Static have bundled out to the floor in the background, leaving just two men in the ring. Soon that becomes just one, as Tyler now steps out to the apron, just now noticing the table positioned at ringside and ready to use it. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE This crowd, really getting on Ty...hey...HEY, WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!! COACH What!? The booing isn't for Tyler this time. It's infact for Jade Rodez, or rather the fact she's now lying KOed on the stage with MEGAN SKYE standing over her. Noticing this, Tyler is quickly distracted and turns to what's happening, pointing the incident out to Nick Patrick. All this distraction, taking Tyler's eye off the ball... ...as an arm strikes him right IN the balls. The arm of LANDON MADDIX!? "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Wha...WHAT THE HELL!? THE 24/7 CHAMPION, FROM THE OUTSIDE!! WHERE DID HE COME FROM!? Tyler collapses on the ring apron as Maddix now scampers around the ring, retrieving the hammer from the ring and tossing it over to the timekeeper's table on his way past, back through the crowd. The smirk on Landon's face can be seen a mile away as he uses the extra security to help escort him safely past the fans, who aren't sure whether to cheer Landon for bi-laterally helping their hometown boy or boo him because, well, because he's a dick. Even as he's going through the crowd, Landon keeps his eye on the ring as Jax is now pulling himself up, looking a little confused as he sees Tyler bent double on the apron, but shaking it off and putting it down to his bad ribs. COLE I...I don't get this at all. What business does Landon have out here, with D*LUX of all people. And now, Johnny Jax...I don't think Jax knows what happened. COACH Of course he didn't! You think he'd take assistance from some SWF scumbag after what he's been through this year? COLE Well, did Landon do it to help Jax or...well, I guess it doesn't matter now. The damage has been done and now, Tyler is in trouble. As Landon heads off into the distance, Jax is back to business, as he drags Tyler up. Stepping out onto the apron with the boybander, Jax then stoops low and hoists Tyler up into a fireman's carry position, careful not to lose his footing as he turns towards the table. The crowd have woken from their Landon enduced confusion now and cheer Jax on, as he flips Tyler over, sitting out... *CRAAAASSHHH!!* ...AND PUTS HIM THROUGH THE TABLE, OFF THE APRON, WITH THE JAM SESSION!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE OH, MY!! Having gone through the table BUTT first, Jax can do little more than put his hands on Tyler's chest to simulate the cover. But that's all he really needs to do, Patrick rolling from the ring to count... 1... 2... 3!!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" *DINGDINGDING!* A little subdued, maybe, but the fans react with cheers as the bell sounds and "Make Her Say" strikes up again. Before Scotty Static has any time to celebrate though, he rolls into the ring and notices Landon leaving through the crowd, pointing a finger in his direction despite not knowing what happened. BUFFER Your winners of the match... THE GLOBAL... PARTY... EEEEXXXCCHHAAANNGGEEEE!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Jax pulls himself up on the outside, his hand raised in victory...and he too notices Landon now. But by now, it's too late to ask any questions. COLE The GPX pick up the win in the Hooligan Street Fight...but with Landon Maddix's help. And you can bet that's not how they wanted this to go down. Controversy reigns here on HeldDOWN~! as we're going to have to go to a break.

Gotta be Muzz, mainly as Sacred. I think the only competitive win I have was when he was writing as Lezaire and even then that might not have been competitive. I can't remember ever beating him with Sacred, aside from one win via no-show. He's the only one I can remember never being able to one-up no matter what I tried.

MY NAME ESS ARRRRMMAAAAANDOOO ALLE... ...yeah, you get the point. Anyway, I'm prepared to give it time. There's nothing wrong with having a few goofy gimmicks on the undercard, especially in the tag team division. What worries me is how far they can take it before running out of material. It just seems like a gimmick someone thought up on the spot while stuck in an airport lobby. Maybe in LAX, if you catch my drift.

The Love Doctors Aliases: The Doctors Of Love, The Doctors Of Doctornomics Name: Dr. Steven Pigley Age: 29 Height: 6'1 Weight: 210lbs Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Alignment: Face Wrestling style: Technical high flyer Theme music: "Bad Case Of Loving You (Doctor, Doctor)", Robert Palmer Entrance attire: Long white lab coat and clipboard Entrance Style: The sound of ambulance sirens whirr through the arena, with red strobes around the entrance way, before the music kicks in. Both men enter with their long white Doctors coats buttoned up. On entering the room, Max and Steven gyrate to the music, slowly removing their coats to the delight of the laydeez. Walk to ring, be nice-guy faces, gyrate- you get the deal. Ring attire: Red trunks with "M.D." embossed in black on their rears; red knee pads and red elbow pad on right arm; black boots with a red cross on the shins; taped wrists Finishing Move(s) Time Of Death- Michinoku Driver Signature Moves: Crucifix Bomb (Austin Aries style, crucifix pin with extra snap aiming to drive the opponent down rather than simply snare them down) Standing Moonsault Lariat Shooting Star Elbowdrop Name: Dr. Max Anderson Age: 29 Height: 6'2 Weight: 226lbs Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Alignment: Face Wrestling style: Technical high flyer Theme music: "Bad Case Of Loving You (Doctor, Doctor)", Robert Palmer Entrance attire: Long white lab coat and stethoscope Entrance Style: See Pigley. Ring attire: Red trunks with "M.D." embossed in black on their rears; red knee pads and black boots with a red cross on the shins; taped wrists Finishing Move(s) Shock Therapy- 450 Splash Signature Moves: Anderson Spinebuster Kobashi Spinning Backfists Flatliner Topé Con Hílo Team Finishing Move(s) Gurney To The Centre Of The Earth - The Rougeaus/Quebecers La Bombe Fantastique. Max lifts the opponent up, Steven flies from the top with a seated senton. Team Signature Moves Morphine Bomb - The Public Enemy's Drive-By. Steven goes up top and is pulled down by the hands by Max into a senton across the opponent. Defibrillator - One man holds opponent up in a bearhug, the other man hits the ropes and nails the opponent with a clothesline (the old Hart Foundation Hart Attack) The Lethal Injection - Max has an opponent set up for a Vegomatic/AMW Death Sentence, but instead of delivering a legdrop Steven executes a shooting star elbow drop to the sternum! The Lovematic Grampa - Steven with an inverted atomic drop, but he holds onto his opponent as Max hits the ropes and dropkicks opponent square in the face. Gurney Surfing - Double Stun Gun/Hot Shot Double Flatliner Basic Moveset Dropkicks, armdrags, springboard moves, rana's, regular cruiser stuff. They're capable of including a little Japanese strong style too from their time in the Far East, but it's not their specialty. Manager/valet/sidekick: Accompany each other to ring in singles bouts Catchphrases/Trademark gestures: "Just what the Doctors ordered." "An apple a day won't keep us away." "We did everything we could." History/Background/Career Highlights: Frustrated and bored of their jobs as ER docs, Max and Steven quit and began training to enter the OAOAST. After a year of solid work, they were ready and willing to make an impact. Whilst training they supported themselves in stripping, and now believe themselves to be irresistible to women. After an impressive year long run as HI-YAH Tag Team Champions, The Docs have continued their love affair with Japan which means some U.S fans have forgot they exist. But they do.

Everything I do is stolen from the indies. So far, no lawsuits. Touch wood. And besides that, I'd likely kick Super Dragon's ass.

Hooligan Street Fight, Non-Title The GPX vs. D*LUX RECEIVED NRG vs. The Sk8ter Boiz Sooner Bruisers vs Recuse 911, plus promo RECEIVED Reject vs Jumbo RECEIVED Plus comments from Peter Knight, Alfdogg & Team Canada (RECEIVED) Certain plans involving Drek/PRL that NYU's not going to tell EWC so EWC doesn't spoil it in this thread

Akira's already won.

[b][SIZE=4]The Following Footage Is Provided Courtesy Of The Smartmarks Wrestling Federation[/SIZE] "Raising workrate by typing faster."[/b] MADDIX Greetings, OAOAST fans. Your OAOAST 24/7 Champion Landon Maddix here, bringing you glad tidings from the beautiful surroundings of Quebec City. Oh, and right off the bat, I'd like to extend my congratulations to Team Canada for their victory in the Tag Team World Cup. Suffice to say, the moron who took my $20 last week wasn't chanting U.S.A for long on Sunday. Cue the double thumbs up and a cheesier than cheese-whizz smile. MADDIX Now, the question you're probably asking right now is 'why is Landon Maddix in Canada?' Well, it's because I'm a jouneyman. I'm a hot property. I'm not just your OAOAST 24/7 Champion, but I'm one of the biggest superstars in the SWF today. And the SWF just happen to be in the middle of a tour of the Great White North. Sunday night I was in Miami for AngleSlam, then found myself straight on a plane heading to Montreal for a match on Monday. Now, if you think I'm going to fly all the way down to Orlando on the Thursday, just to talk, then fly back to Quebec City to be here on Friday with my primary employers, you're very much mistaken. Adjusting his SWF Tag Team Title belt, Landon leans back with another disingenuous smile. MADDIX And speaking of the SWF, that brings me to my point here in this little 'promo'. Yes, complete with finger quotes. MADDIX AngleSlam has come and gone. The OAOAST has a new World Heavyweight Champion. They have new OAOAST World Tag Team Champions. But what's got everyone buzzing and the wrestling world talking is how the SWF dominated the OAOAST on their big night. Nevermind that Longdogger sent Peter Knight soaring into the drink in Miami Mayhem, I'm talking more of the marquee matches. The SWF/OAOAST grudge matches between the 'evil invaders' and your poster-boy heroes. See, it was supposed to be the night that your hailed superstars stood up and were counted, AngleSlam, the second biggest event on your calender. It was supposed to be the night that Zack Malibu, the poster boy of the company, was going to gain ultimate revenge on big bad Bruce Blank. The stage was set for a storybook happy ending. And what you got was a decimation. Bruce beat Zack Malibu within an inch of his life. He left him bloodied, beaten, to the point that you were all BEGGING him to show some compassion and some mercy. He completely decimated Zack Malibu and if he wanted to, he could have put Malibu out of this business for good...but he didn't. He asserted his dominance, he got the win, he walked away. Haivng got a little serious, the wry smirk returns to Landon's face as he brings his OAOAST 24/7 Title into view, placing it over his free shoulder. MADDIX Quite similar to earlier in the night, during my match with Leon Rodez. It was billed as the InterPromotional Dream Match, the night where nice guy Leon would regain the OAOAST's gold from the SWF infiltrator. Heh...corny as it sounds, that Dream Match turned into a nightmare. I did exactly what I said I would. I lured Leon into a false sense of security and then, I took out his knee. Systematically, I picked that knee apart. Like a machine. Oh yeah, I did my research like you told me to Leon. I decimated him. I dominated him. I pinned him in a figure four leglock for crying out loud! And just like Bruce would do later, I put your hero in a position where I could have ended his career once and for all...and I didn't do it. When that bell rang, I released the figure four, sparing what was left of 'The Silky Smooth One's' precious knee. So the next time you OAOAST fans talk about how big, bad and sadistic the SWF is, we'd like to encourage you to pop back in the tape of AngleSlam and remember how we robbed your heroes of their pride, but spared their careers. And I'd like those very heroes to do the same. And remember this, Zack, Leon...we spared you this time. Next time, we won't be so compassionate. If they know what's good for them, they'll accept defeat and leave us on our ways. Maddix adjusts his belts again. MADDIX So, now the question is, what's next for Landon Maddix? Still the OAOAST 24/7 Champion, who's next on the hitlist? Who's the next OAOAST hero to be targetted? Well, the answer to that is...anybody's guess, really. See, what's next for Landon Maddix is the SWF. Looking over his shoulder to the empty arena behind him, Landon nods for the cameraman to pan down. Sure enough, the SWF banners are out and in the ring, Jay Hawke is busy going through a warm-up session. Landon soon calls the camera back though, because he likes the spotlight remember. MADDIX I'm a big name, worth big money. Which means, I can do things on my terms. Maybe I'll pick up a 'mysterious neck injury' in an SWF match that prevents me from showing up. Maybe my flight'll get cancelled last minute. Then again, if I don't want to work for the OAOAST, I just won't get on that plane, no explanation needed. My priority is right here. Back comes the cheesy smile. MADDIX I'll be back OAOAST...but only when I feel like it. Until then, you can catch me on Lockdown, Smarkdown and Storm, the SWF super series of shows, check local listings. And of course, SWF Genesis VII is right around the corner, the biggest night of the year. For more information, you know where to go. And with that, we now return you to the Thursday night amateur club. Adios!

PRL/Thunderkid There's only so many ways you can do the 'say I Quit/no way homo' and I think we saw most of them in this one. Except the one I just used. Popick was lucky he didn't mutilate himself if he was trying to throw a sledgehammer over a cage. Or anyone else for that matter. Another good match from EWC on PPV, as per usual. Nice stipulation. I'm a mark for the Tully/Magnum ending too. That Corporate Champion belt didn't catch on I guess. World Cup Semis and Finals Seeing as PK grouped them all together, I will too. Ken Pantera is an awesome name. I still don't get how the Jamaicans could be in the European bracket, but whatever. Alf's put a lot of effort into this World Cup and geography apart, he's done a bang-up job. Hopefully we don't get too overloaded with the new characters because it's hard enough fitting everyone in as it is, but I'm glad Team Canada went over. Would have been easy to have the feelgood U.S.A, 'put over Team Heyross' ending. Three nice matches, obviously the final was the top one. Black T interview Man, Jesse and Tony are all over this show. Interviews are good. GPX/D*LUX Hey, it looks a little longer on the show than it did in WordPad. Whoopie. I probably should have started it before Sunday and wrote an actual match, but hey, what are you gonna do? I didn't know about the barricade thing being DQs or anything like that and to be honest, I didn't just want to do 'spot, spot, throw over top OMGDQ', so this was a way of extending it a little. Pete/PK Exploding Chicken is before even my time. Makes me feel...less old. That's good. I don't think anyone who hasn't been a part of the SWF can appreciate what Miami Mayhem represents, but anyone who has knows those sort of matches are a bit of a staple. Not a regular staple, but still. I've had to write matches with both wrestlers on stilts, a match based on the board game Mouse Trap, a pie fight. House Rules, bitch~! Not as 'big' of a match as I expected, but it apparantly won't be the feud ender. I guess the stip isn't a fued ending stip really. Fun for what it was though. Again, House Rules, bitch. Black T/Sooners/Heavenly Rockers More interviews! It stops the PPV being all matches, which is a good thing. Tony came up with the name Uber Bruiser, but I agreed with him so I get some of the plaudits. Hot stuff. Obviously with six characters, it's hard to keep track of everyone's place in the match. I managed not to get lost though, so thumbs up! I don't really know what more to add, I thought this was a really fun match. Landon/Leon I rule, 'nuff said. Zack/Bruce Matches like this are the hardest to write, because the emotional stuff doesn't transfer easily into this sort of thing. Zack did a real good job on this though. Really got the atmosphere over. I was a little surprised Zack was beaten so comprehensively at the end, but I think it worked okay. And it didn't go long, which helped it to stand out a little, like a real fight wouldn't last as long as a wrestling match. Yeah, I'm rambling again. Top notch stuff. Alf/Drek I always feel guilty when I write my long-ass matches that people might compare them to Alf's or Tony's or whoever's and think less words = less good, which really isn't true. Fact is, Alf's matches get the same job done without all the rambling I do. And he wrote four matches, so mad props. Good match technically and a really solid topper to the 2nd biggest show of the year. Appro'po of nothing, but Alf's length of title reign is proof that this year has gone way too fast, because it doesn't seem nearly that long. Almost September already. Fuck. And that probably helped no-one, but I said I'd feedback so here it is, lame as it may be. Yay.

COLE Right now, we've got footage shot earlier in the week. And our roving reporter, Josh Matthews, drew the short straw in the 'interview personality raffle' which meant he was dispatched to the mean streets of Miami to catch up with The Global Party Exchange, with no more than a microphone, a Swiss army beginner's knife and his organ donor card. ******************* We're just hours removed from AngleSlam 2006 and in understandably, it's dark. It's even darker down the dark, secluded alleyway somewhere outside the American Airlines Arena where two shadowy figures can be seen pacing around. The sound of a garbage can being caved in is followed up by a loud, clearly annoyed yell, which only makes poor Josh Matthews even more nervous at the entrance to the alleyway. Biting his lip, the puny announcer flinches as two tough looking skinhead biker types walk past, the one with the most tattoos giving him a wink, to the amusement of Marty the cameraman, making his welcome return to the OAOAST! MATTHEWS C'mon Marty, let's just turn back and say we couldn't find them. My health insurance doesn't cover a brick through the skull. MARTY At least you have health insurance. I'm just 'the guy behind the camera', unimportant, not deemed worthy of mention. They won't even sign me to a contract, man. I follow the show around in my motor-home. Pity me Josh, pity [i]me[/i]. I live out of a suitcase, and have done ever since my fourth wife left me for that Phillipino midget that looked like Tom Sellec. He looked like a five year old with a pipe cleaner on his top lip, it was ridiculous! I tried to grow a moustache damnit, but it was never good enough for her! At least I speak her language damnit. I never would have chosen her off the damn website if I didn't! MATTHEWS So...uhm...let's go then, huh? MARTY No way. I started recording like three minutes ago. Besides, I'm a photo journalist. *SMAAASH!* Suddenly, Josh is sent scurrying for cover as an empty beer bottle flies into the wall beside him. The glass shards are soon to be followed by the two men responsible for making them, Scotty Static storming out of the alleyway while Johnny Jax follows behind him, sullenly supping from his intact beer. STATIC BullSHIT man, bullSHIT! JAX Ease up Scotty, looks like we're bein' filmed. We best put on our 'professional' voices. STATIC What the hell do want Matthews!? Still worried about getting a beatdown, 8 Mile style, Josh blanches. MATTHEWS Uhm...well, I'm supposed to...we need an interview...about tonight. STATIC An interview about tonight. How about you go interview the poster-boys, huh? Find the boyband kids, see if they wanna cut a promo for you. Guess what, you won't find 'em, 'cause we ran them straight outta Miami! One minute we're handing them their pretty-boy asses, the next we've got security and cops streaming around us. The damn parking lot was full of heat man, we got over-run and they disappeared. They said they wanted a fight. They said they wanted to settle this. WE'RE STILL HERE JOSH! Where are they? Nowhere! They ran with their tails between their legs. BullSHIT! JAX See, we were tearin' shit up out there. Scotty nailed some crazy flippy thing, I dunno what the hell happened, he wiped me out. Point is, we were rollin'. And suddenly, the ref reckons we're gettin' too real. STATIC That's right! We had the match in hand, we had them where we wanted them. I dove off that stage, risked my neck...and for what? To get DQed? To get the match called? To be censored by this god-damn nanny state culture? BullSHIT! MATTHEWS Uhm...well, HI-YAH Rules state tha... STATIC HI-YAH Rules? HI-YAH Rules!? We don't play by HI-YAH Rules, we play by OUR rules!! Growling under his breath, Static turns and embeds his foot through another garbage can. JAX What did we do that made baby Hebner cry exactly? Ain't he seen anyone takin' dives 'round here before? STATIC I reckon he was taking something under the table, if you get what I'm sayin'. JAX I dig, dawg. The ref bottled it man! We're still up for a fight. But we come out, down a few cold ones and what? Nothin'! Ain't nobody in Miami up for the battle with The GPX. Man, we ain't even got our boy J-OH with us cause he got blindsighted on Thursday and they popped his shoulder out. This place is all sunshine and happiness. Makes us sick, dawg. This place is full'a Malibus, too busy fixing their do's and trimmin' their nails to throw down! STATIC Long story short, we're pissed off! Matthews raises an eyebrow as if to say 'no kidding', a gesture which thankfully him goes unnoticed. STATIC We get pulled apart in mid brawl and now, we can't finish what we started! It's like street fight blue balls, Josh. We need to get our fix! MATTHEWS Apparantly, you might be in luck. When they sent me out here, there was talk of a rematch... JAX Oh, there'll BE a rematch! STATIC Damn right! See, we ain't lettin' this lie. We came here to beat some wannabees down and so far, we ain't done that. Until we do, we ain't gonna rest. We're layin' it out on the table. Any time those GPX wannabees wanna finish what they started, all they gotta do is give the word. Any time, any place, anywhere. But J.Math, they're gonna be doing things on our terms next time. No 'HI-YAH Rules'. Hell, no HI-YAH Titles neither, we don't give a crap 'bout them straps, it ain't about that! Non title. Them and us to settle the score. And there ain't gonna be no sand in the vagina ref out there holdin' us apart, no donut eating fuzz to pull us away. It's gonna be Hooligan Rules. Our lifestyle, our environment...STREET FIGHT! Ain't it ain't gonna be stopped 'till we say so! JAX You wanna be like us boys? You wanna know what it's like to live our life...go ahead, come step into our world. But here's a warnin' for ya boys... once you step in, you might not get back out alive! STATIC Step up and test us motherfuckers, if you got the guts! Hooligans, fuck what ya heard! Now get the hell outta here, before we get what we want outta you! Josh needs no second invitation, quickly signalling to Marty to cut before sprinting off into the distance, leaving The GPX to skulk back into the alley and wallow in their anger. ******************* COLE So, The GPX laid out the challenge and earlier in the week, OAOAST officials decided to take matters into their own hands, signing that very match for next week to placate the fans who bought AngleSlam and didn't see a conclusion to that building match. The Global Party Exchange versus D*LUX, next week, Non-Title Street Fight live on HeldDOWN~! COACH It had to happen, Cole. Regular rules weren't gonna be enough to contain these two teams.

Tony, BOBD is old school Boiz. They've got a Sean Paul song now. PK, IT'S MADDIX DAMNIT!!~!

One serious idea here, mix up the cards a little more. Maybe it's just me, but it feels like I've wrote more straight singles and straight tag matches in the past year than I have the rest of my time here. And after a while, it just becomes a drag. Infact, it gets a little fucking boring, having to come up with 'psychology busters' every show. I understand we need singles and tags and I'm not saying OMGALLHOUSERULEZALLTEHTIME!, but a little more variety would be nice. Pure Rules, House Rules, 3 ways, 4 ways, 6 ways, 10 ways, whatever. It needn't be gimmick matches galore, but again, variety. Especially when you're throwing guys in the midcard onto shows for the sake of throwing them onto shows. I hate to sound like the grumpy old veteran here, because I'm not, but back in the day it wouldn't be a card full of singles. The lower level guys would have some sort of tag-on to make the matches more interesting, even if they were just multi-man matches. Multi-man matches mean more chance of someone showing too, surely. And personally, I find them more fun to write. Maybe it's just me. But maybe sometimes when CC are filling a card, they should lie back and think 'what would Thoth do?'. And besides that, maybe things would be less predictable. If it's straight singles with Flesher, against 95% of the roster he's going to win as long as he writes. We all know this. Put him in a triple threat, maybe it's harder for him. Different kind of psychology. Toxxic in straight singles might keep the belt all year. Make it a Bullrope Match and he's screwed. It should be a challenge for everyone, not just the lower guys. Just an idea.

I hope he really does call it a day, but I'd be surprised if we never saw him again. Whether anyone avoids signing him up on principal or not, Angle will find someone, somewhere. He'll convince someone he's good to go, all healed up and he'll wrestle his match. Guys like Flair and Hogan and even Austin toned their styles down/wrestled a toned down style from the get-go and they're naturally broken down. With Angle's style, he's broken down a lot faster. And yet, he'll still throw suplexes and get dumped on his head as and when he thinks it's needed. Also, if Angle's working for ROH, he won't be working 6-7 dates a month. ROH aren't exclusive, so he can take bookings on whatever indy shows he wants in the meantime. The Danielsons and Shelleys and the Sydals of this world certainly don't just work Ring Of Honor and sit sipping tea the rest of the month. The only thing is who'll take a gamble on him. And if the gamble is going to bring in a lot of attention and fans, therefore money, people will keep dipping in the Kurt Angle pool, be it regular or just 'one shot' after 'one shot'.

Pre-warning, I'm not sure if I'll get around to putting anything in tonight. Bank Holidays suck. And...probably only exist in the U.K, I don't know. But suffice to say, if you're reading this Akira, at least send something in. Thanks.

I will feedback once I actually read it (honest!), but suffice to say Papacita excelled himself on the graphics again. Sad as it may be, I honestly maked the fuck out when I scrolled down and saw the belt around "Maddix's" waist on my match's graphic.

COLE Alright, well we're rolling on with AngleSlam 2006 and man Coach, it's been a HOT night in Miami so far! COACH How many times are you gonna make that same joke? COLE Depends, how many matches are left? Actually, don't answer that. One match that is left, to get back on topic here, is the match that's been dubbed the 'Interpromotional Dream Match' for the OAOAST 24/7 Championship. One of the feature matches and most anticipated matches on the entire card. We've had an influx of SWF wrestlers this past half year, some more hostile than others. Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix falls into the hostile category and tonight, he makes his OAOAST PPV debut, looking to show us up by defeating one of our own in Leon Rodez. He certainly showed him up two and a bit weeks ago, when he laid Leon out with the help of The Wildcards to win the title, under the guise of Ghost Machine. But tonight, it's one on one and The Wildcards have other issues so one would assume they won't be out here to interfere. COACH We can only hope. COLE Indeed, because this has the potential to be a real doozy. Two great athletes, who are so different and yet so alike. COACH So alike that they could be the same person. COLE Coach, kayfabe. COACH Oh, gotcha. [b]*GOOOOONG!*[/b] "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" "C'mon man" "DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK..." LL Cool J's "Mama Said Knock You Out" and it's Interpromotional time as Leon Rodez emerges through the OAOAST sliding doors, wearing proudly the OAOAST orange and black with his tights and robe, once again challenging for the OAOAST 24/7 Championship. Leon seems jovial as usual as he walks down the rampway, miming high-fives to the fans beneath him beside the rampway. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is your InterPromotional Dream Match for the OAOAST 24/7 Championship of the WOOORLD! Introducing first, the challenger. Representing the OAOAST!! From Grand Rapids, Michigan... he weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds. The former three-time 24/7 Champion... "SILKY SMOOTH"... LLLLEEEEEEOOOOOOONN... RRRRRRROOOOOOOOODDEEEEZZZZZZZZ!!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Leon vaults into the ring and salutes the crowd with a raised fist and a cheesy smile. Disposing of the robe, Leon then goes through some warm-ups, while all attention turns back to the entrance way. This is big. This is historic. This isn't understated, that's for sure. "Tell me exactly, what am I supposed to do Now that I have allowed you, to beat me! Do you think that we could play another game Maybe I could win this ti-ime." "I kinda like the misery you put me through Darling you can trust me, completely! If you even try to look the other way I think that I could kill this ti-ime!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The (almost) ever-present manager and recent romantic conquest of the 24/7 Champion, Megan Skye, leads the way as "Disturbed" by The Game fires through the arena. It's only been two weeks, but the OAOAST faithful are nothing if not observant and know exactly what that means. Boo time, as the 24/7 Champion Landon Maddix enters. Maddix takes in the surroundings and the elevated rampway he's stepping onto with a hint of unfamiliarity, but being the professional egotist he is he still finds time to raise his title belt overhead. Megan leads the one woman applause-fest as Landon now strolls on down the ramp, rocking his SWF Justice & Rule sweatshirt rather than his usual entrance garb. BUFFER And, his opponent! Accompanied to the ring by his Perfect 10, MEGAN SKYE! He represents the SWF... hailing from Huron, South Dakota by way of Madrid, Spain! Weighing two hundred, twenty pounds. Tonight making his OAOAST Pay Per View debut, he is one half of the SWF World Tag Team Champions and the reigning, defending OAOAST 24/7 CHAMPION... "THE SAVIOUR OF THE OAOAST"... this is LLLAAAANNDDOOOONN... "LA CUCARACHA"... MMMMMMMAAAAAADDIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Looking a little nervous to enter the ring and possibly with good reason, Landon hands off his dueling title belts and his sweatshirt to Megan on the rampway, keeping a careful eye on the ring. Leon watches on lounged in a corner, checking an imaginary watch on his wrist. "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" Referee Charles Robinson calls for Landon to get into the ring. And despite Leon's laid back attitude, Landon seems suspicious, preferring to stay on the rampway as he talks strategy with his manager. So Robinson tries to hurry him up another way, by calling for the bell. *DINGDINGDING!* With the bell gone and the match officially underway Landon accepts defeat and enters the ring...and promptly climbs right back out, letting Robinson know in no uncertain terms who's in charge here. The SWF's Power Couple have another team pow-wow on the floor, while Rodez bides his time by getting into his own 'pow-wow' with a smoking hot brunette in the second row. COLE What's with all this stalling? They don't do this in the SWF, why do it here? COACH Well we don't have word limits. COLE ... COACH Sorry. Finally Landon and Megan high-five and it seems the Champion is ready to go. Rolling into the ring, Maddix squares up to his challenger and starts to put the verbal beatdown on The Silky Smooth One~! Leon just stands there and takes it with a wry smirk on his face as Landon keeps on yapping. And yapping. And eventually, he seems to get to the point as he starts poking fingers and apparantly daring Leon to go chop for chop with him. Leon is happy to accept and even offers his chest to the Champion, giving him the chance to go first... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...a chance which Landon duly takes. With gritted teeth Rodez absorbs the chop, brushing it off as the proverbial ball is now in his proverbial court... ...but Landon DUCKS the chop... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and hits a second knifedge on Rodez! COACH C'mon, that ain't how it works! Just to make sure the fans know how smart he is, Maddix takes a moment to tap a finger to his temple while Rodez shakes off the chop, accepting that he was just outsmarted. Turning back around, it seems Landon is ready to resume the chop battle now as he slaps his chest, encouraging Rodez to try his luck. Leon sets and hesitates a little, half-expecting a duck of the head...which doesn't come. But his hesitation allows Landon to catch him napping with a quick thumb to the eye! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Oh come on! Right to the eyes! With Leon blinded, Landon pulls him around by the shoulder, exposing the chest again... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...for another knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and another. By the arm, Maddix now loads Leon up, backing him off into the ropes and shooting him across the ring with an irish whip. Back shoots Leon as the 24/7 Champion swings high with a clothesline. Too high infact, especially as Leon ducks underneath. Not panicking, Landon tries again on the second rebound with a back elbow. Another duck from The Silky Smooth one leaves Maddix flustered though and in his efforts to redeem himself as quickly as possible he ducks his head, far too early, allowing Leon to leapfrog over thetop of the Champion! It takes a second or two but eventually Maddix realises he's been decieved again and pops back upright, looking around in confusion for his opponent... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and gets lashed with four sudden, almost Kobashi-speed knifedge chops to return the earlier favours! COLE What's good for the goose is good for the Landon! COACH What the hell does that mean? COLE ...man Coach, it's been a HOT night in Miami so far! Those four chops prove more than enough for Landon as he drops to his knees and BEGS OFF~! The prospect of a follow-up eyepoke prompts Leon to turn that down though, kicking Landon in the gut and pulling him right back up to his feet. With an irish whip by Rodez looks to send Maddix off the ropes, but it's reversed by The Next Generation. This time though, Leon uses the fact he's running at great speed to an offensive advantage and vaults right back at Maddix as he hits the ropes, wiping him out with a flying forearm! Out of the ring scrambles Landon looking to regroup, as Rodez bounds back up and blows a theatrical kiss to the Miami crowd! COLE And that's what you get for trying to embarrass Leon Rodez, Mr. Maddix! The 24/7 Champion bails out to the floor to recollect his thoughts and it's as good of a time as any to remind you there's No Disqualifications, No Countouts and Falls Count Anywhere in 24/7 competition. Leon seems to be hanging back for now though. I think he'd rather beat Landon in the ring, straight up, to further prove a point to the egotistical SWFer. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Maddix brushes the hair from his eyes and glares into the pro-Rodez crowd, shaking his head in disgust. Around ringside scuttles Megan to re-assure her man everything is okay and the Power Couple go into another discussion on the floor before Landon rolls back into the ring. An honourable guy, Rodez gives Maddix his space before Maddix offers up a knucklelock. But apparantly Leon watched Landon's match on Thursday and doesn't fall for the trick, sweeping behind into a waistlock before his eyes can be jabbed deep into his sockets again. Dropping to one knee, Landon tries to pick at the fingers to free himself from the waistlock. But when his technical ability fails him, Landon goes to what's worked for him most of his career. *CHING!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Lowblow! COACH Where the hell did that 'ching' come from? COLE ...man Coach, it's been a HOT night in Miami so far! The fans in the American Airlines Arena really give it to the (half) Spaniard. So does Charles Robinson, but he doesn't matter. Shrugging the referee off, Landon hauls the winded Rodez off of his knees and to his feet, popping him in the jaw with a forearm. A second forearm finds the mark, before another irish whip puts Leon on the run again. Ducking the head, a backdrop seems to be Maddix next move again... ...but again it fails, as Leon vaults over top, taking the Champion over with a sunset flip... 1... 2... Kickout. Rodez still looks to be favouring his lower nutsack region, but rolls back to his feet to cut Landon's rush off with an armdrag. Another armdrag. And a third, Japanese style this time, Leon hanging onto the arm as he rolls through before threading the legs underneath the other arm and pulling Landon over with a crucifix cradle... 1... 2... Kickout. Both men up and momentum is on Rodez's side...until he finds himself snared in a cravaté. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE There's one. Hope you're keeping score at home. COACH Hope you're still awake at home too after he's done with this. The crowd rightfull crap on the glorified headlock as Landon holds it for all he's worth, smirking away as he hears the fans' reaction. The hold has slowed Leon down though. To a complete standstill infact, as he searches for a way to free himself from the Champion's grip. Rodez manages to get near the ropes and reaches out, inches away from the top rope...before grabbing it on the second attempt. Of course, Landon can't be DQed though, meaning he can hold on regardless. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Realising that the ropebreak lacks the 'break' it usually does, Leon has to try another tactic. So he grabs the rope again and starts to shuffle around, testing the ropes for how much give they'll allow. Landon watches on and tightens the hold a little, anticipating the challenger's next move and quelling it. But Leon keeps hold of the ropes. Twist, turn, set and... ...STOMP ON THE FOOT!! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE I half-expected a somersault and an acrobatic escape there from Leon. But unfortunately for the Champion, he full-expected it and got his foot stamped on for his trouble. The classic schoolyard tactic leaves Landon hopping on one foot, furiously arguing with referee Robinson that those sort of shenanigans shouldn't be allowed. But by arguing with the referee, he becomes distracted from his opponent, who sneaks up... ...AND STOMPS ON THE OTHER FOOT!! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Haha! More mind-games from Leon and Landon Maddix is [i]hopping[/i] mad right now! COACH I get it, I get it, cause he's hopping right? That's funny. Poor Landon doesn't know which foot to hop around on now and ends up hobbling around in clear pain, trying to reach down and nurse both of his feet at once. As he hobbles around towards Rodez though, he gets no sympathy, as The Silky Smooth One boots him in the shoulder blade, snapping him upright. Ducking low, Rodez then hoists Landon up and spikes him with an Inverted Atomic Drop, just as he thought it could get no worse. Bad feet and an achy breaky pelvis, Maddix flounders in the centre of the ring and gets caught napping, schoolboyed over by Rodez... 1... 2... No! Rolling out of the pin, Maddix has had enough of being shown up and with gritted teeth, flaming eyes and venomous intent he charges on his swollen feet looking to take Leon's head off with a vicious clothesline. Unfortunately, he ends up running right into a drop toehold. Landing across the middle rope throat-first, Maddix stays slumped as Rodez jumps back to his feet and ponders whether he should do what he's thinking of doing. "YYEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" There's your answer. COLE Megan trying to use that towel to fan Landon down, but I don't think that's going to make much difference there young lady. Calling on the power of the fans, Rodez does a very special AngleSlam JIG~! to the delight of the Miami crowd. Rodez then hits the opposite ropes and sprints back at top speed directly at Maddix... COACH CALL THAT BITCH BOJA... ...NO! Maddix moves... ...but Rodez lands safely on the bottom rope and vaults back around. This time, the pointing to the temple by The Next Generation isn't quite so valid. And Megan lets him no, waving her trusty towel and screaming at her man to turn around. Landon does so and gets caught with a boo...NO! Landon catches the boot! Again he points to the cranium... *SMACK!* ...and gives Rodez a target to aim for with an Enziguri!! COLE Enziguri, which loosely translated from Japan means 'I hate your neck'. COACH For real? Rodez rolls over...AND POINTS TO THE TEMPLE~! OMGHEELTURN~! With Maddix facedown on the canvas, Rodez then quickly bundles the Champion over and makes the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! By the hair Rodez brings Landon right back up, but the challenger leaves himself open for a knee to the gut. Wisely, Landon declines to show how wise he is with a temple tap this time, instead measuring Rodez as he slumps against the ropes and charging. Rodez is waiting on him though, ducks the head and backdrops Maddix over the top, onto the OAOAST PPV rampway with a satisfying thud!! "YYEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Quick as a flash, Megan scrambles up the steps and onto the ramp, positioning herself in between Landon and the ring to buy her man some time. COLE Well, it's been a far from auspicious start to Landon Maddix's first OAOAST PPV match. The crafty challenger has had an answer for everything Landon's tried and he's left the two-time former World Champion looking quite the fool so far. COACH And that's perfect. The way Maddix was talking two weeks ago, this had to happen. He needed to be shown up like this tonight. COLE Don't count Maddix out just yet though Coach. He's not called "La Cucaracha" for nothing. SUICIDE KING Of course. He's called that because he's a dirty no-good Spaniard. COACH & COLE ... Referee Robinson tries to tell Landon to get back into the ring, but is indignantly informed by La Cucaracha that he has an important match tommorrow night for the SWF and he needs to conserve his energy. Especially considering he's got to fly from Florida to Canada as soon as this match finishes. Leon has no time for that sob-story though and finally he's tired of the stalling, exiting the ring and meeting Landon on the rampway with a forearm strike! Megan scuttles off to safety as Landon returns the favour with a forearm, only for Leon to throw one right back, sending Landon sprawling down the ramp! COLE Uh-oh! The action has finally spilled out onto the entrance way and remember, falls count anywhere, so this one could go anywhere Coach! COACH Ten bucks says they end up in some water and party like it's ninteen ninety nine. COLE No, we've got that covered on the show already. With the 24/7 Championship in hand Charles Robinson follows down the ramp, as it's Landon's turn to strike, connecting with a patented forearm that sends Leon retreating back towards the ring. Soon learning that you shouldn't go forearm for forearm with La Cucaracha, Rodez stuns his opponent with a boot to the gut and pulls him in, setting up a piledriver on the rampway! But of course, that rarely works and as soon as he finds himself in trouble, Maddix snaps upright to backdrop Rodez over, with another hard thud on the ramp! "OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" As soon as Rodez lands, Maddix is right on top of him with the cover... *THUD!* 1... *THUD!* 2... No! Annoyed at the two count and the OAOAST fans down below him, Maddix stomps away on The Silky Smooth One before glancing back to the ring. And apparantly, gaining an idea. The 24/7 Champion re-enters the ring and takes up a position on the far side of the ring, lounging against the ropes as he waits for Rodez to drag himself back up. "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" The fans don't concern Landon now as Rodez pulls himself up and favours his lower back as he begins to lumber back towards the ring. As he does so though, it seems like rather than he going to Landon, Landon is going to come to him, as The Next Generation rushes the length of the ring... ...vaulting to the top rope... ...and SOARING a good 7 or 8 feet down the ramp, wiping Rodez out with a JAW-DROPPING Spaceman Plancha!!! "WWOOOOOOOAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE WOW! COACH That's one way to shut these people up, huh? COLE Give the devil his due, that was impressive! In one motion Landon leapt to the top, then the next he goes flying down the aisle and takes out the challenger! One thing we know about Landon from the SWF, he's flashy, he's a show-off, sometimes without reason. But what you just saw there was the flash with an end product. Both men end up in a heap on the rampway as the crowd around them go wild, not for Landon as such but for the move. Landon ends up hurting from the landing as well as Rodez, but he's the first to react and drops on top of Rodez, forcing Robinson to rush over with the count... *THUD!* 1... *THUD!* 2... KICKOUT! Pushing up to his knees, Maddix takes issue with the count with referee Robinson. As always Robinson is quick to defend his count, so the Champion is forced to bring Rodez back up and pop under the jaw with another quick forearm. Rodez wobbles, as Landon then reels back... ...cravaté. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE There's number two. COACH 'Number two' is right. That's a steaming pile of number two. The fans are spared this time though, as after a few gratuitous wrenches of the head and some taunting of the crowd, Landon gets bored of the hold and changes things up. Wringing out the arm, an irish whip is set up, Landon sends Rodez back down the ramp and into the outside of the ring ropes...which Leon hangs onto, stopping himself from being rebounded back. RODEZ ALAN CLARK RULES!! COACH OH NO HE DIDN'T~! Oh yes he did and if anything's gonna rile up The Next Generation it's that, letting his heart rule his head as he furiously sprints down the ramp...and gets scythed down with another drop toehold, again landing throat-first on the middle rope, although this time of course on the outside of the ring. COLE Looks like Leon's going to put the ramp to good use here. Striding off towards the curtains, Rodez leaves Maddix hanging as he makes it at least halfway down the ramp before turning on his heels and sprinting back! The fans in the pits below reach out to their hero, thankfully not tripping him up as he rushes down... ...and down... ...and down... ...before eventually making it down the rampway and DRIVING his weight into the spine of the 24/7 Champion!! COACH CALL THAT BITCH BOJANGLES, YO~! Man I've missed doin' that! COLE If you weren't so bias you could do it every week. COACH Yeah, but what can you do? Maddix comes off the ropes with a hand pressed to his back and gets nailed with a right hand, before it's Leon's time to whip. Taking the arm, Rodez turns and shoots Landon down the ramp, which soon becomes down the apron, as Maddix manages to cut the corner where the ramp drops away... *CLANG!* ...but ends up crashing back first into the ringpost, slumping down against the outside of the middle turnbuckle as Megan yelps in shared pain on the outside. RODEZ How about a Shining Wizard, huh!? "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh yeah, a little poetic justice coming up! With Landon still slumped against the post Rodez takes a moment to get the crowd behind him, with the always popular rhythmical clapping. The claps slowly pick up pace as Megan is frantic, screaming at Landon to get up or move or show any meaningful signs of life what-so-ever. But he doesn't and the claps are barely seperate from each other now they're so quick as Leon bursts down the rampway again with another long run-up. A quick detour later, Rodez then takes flight, jumping the void from ramp edge to ring apron... *CLUNK!* "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...BUT MEGAN PULLS LANDON TO SAFETY AND RODEZ WRAPS HIS RIGHT KNEE AROUND THE RINGPOST!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE DAMNIT! Megan Skye, interjecting herself in this match and saving Maddix's ass! COACH And probably wrecking Leon's knee too. Rodez writhes in agony, rolling into the ring and howling with pain as he clutches his right knee. Following him into the ring, referee Robinson seems understandably concerned as he checks on the challenger, most of the crowd eeriely quiet now except for the pocket of fans closest to Maddix and Megan who give them their rightful boos. COLE You might be right Coach, Leon looks like he's in a bad way and he's clutching that right knee, which is the same knee that had to be surgically repaired back in 2003 and put Leon out of this business for roughly a year. It's still braced up and obviously it's healed as fully as is physically possible. But it's still a surgically repaired knee and therefore a vulnerable bodypart. COACH And it's not like he just smacked it on the post either Mikey. He [i]wrapped[/i] it around the post. Something like that can tear ligaments. COLE Or in Leon's case, re-tear ligaments. Referee Robinson seems to be in two minds about stopping the match but apparantly Leon is able to convince him he's okay to continue. Either that, or Charles doesn't want a riot on his hands. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Taking his sweet time, Landon fiddles with his hair on the floor before climbing back to the apron. Rodez is trying to use the ropes to pull himself back to his feet, but Landon ducks a foot into the ring and kicks him in the face, putting him right back down. Clasping the top rope, Landon then vaults in, coming down on the right knee with a very deliberate double stomp! LEON AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! COLE Wow, Rodez just screaming in pain there. We're going to see just how much of a ruthless streak Maddix has in him now I'm afraid. Rodez tries to crawl away but doesn't get very far on one leg, Landon strolling over and simply kicking him in the knee, almost mocking the injured challenger in the process. Another nonchalant kick to the leg is thrown before Landon reaches down and grabs the limp limb. Hooking the ankle under his arm, the cocky Maddix falls back and JARS it into the canvas with a KneeDT! And without relinquishing his grasp on the ankle, he chains it into a submission, rolling Leon over onto his back and applying a simple but effective under the circumstances Half Boston Crab. COLE Submission hold applied, but unless Leon is more injured than we think then this is just a weardown tactic, trying to soften the knee up a little further. COACH Well it's all cool working over a bodypart, but the question is what's it working towards? If Maddix doesn't have a hold that'll work the leg and get a submission, he might as well just forget about the injury and wrestle the match as he was. COLE I'm not sure what Landon has in his arsenal, Coach. From the footage I've seen, he never picks the leg as the bodypart to focus on though, so you may have a point. COACH Damn skippy. COLE Uhm...yeah. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" The crowd try to rally behind the challenger as he starts to fight the hold, realising that reaching the ropes won't do him any good and instead trying to push up on his hands and escape the crab on his own merits. Maddix tries to sit back and flatten Rodez back down, but Rodez is up on his hands now, creeping his free leg underneath him to aleviate some of the pressure. Realising he's losing the challenger, Landon throws in the towel on the crab, but not the leg as he quickly lifts and slams the knee into the canvas! And again! Leon's base collapses under him as the knee is bounced off the canvas a third time, before Maddix flips him over onto his back and whips around the leg with a spinning toehold, the prelude to the figure fou...NO! Rodez fights it, kicking out with his left leg time and time again until Maddix is sent stumbling away into a neutral corner. COLE Rodez is fighting, but this is all just desperation now. Hopping on one leg Rodez tries to get back to his feet, but he can't put any weight on the right leg, allowing Landon to catch him from behind. A kick to the back of the knee softens Rodez up, before Landon hooks him around the waist, tucking in the knee as he lifts the Silky Smooth One up, then brings him right back down with a shinbreaker! Even on one leg, Leon is fighting though... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and manages to throw a knifedge chop to back Landon off. But only temporarily, as Maddix clubs into him from behind again and quickly executes another shinbreaker! This time there's no fightback from Rodez and he hops helplessly on the one foot as Maddix pulls him into the centre of the ring, bringing him over with a dragon screw legwhip that further wrenches the internal workings of the knee in ways they shouldn't be wrenched. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Again, tearing away at that leg. Maddix is in control, but time and time again in the past we've seen Leon in some bad situations and he's always shown tremendous amounts of heart. Pulling Rodez back up, Maddix picks the bad leg of the challenger and snaps an uppercut across the back of Rodez's knee. A second almost causes Rodez to buckle from the pain, but he gallantly stays up. Landon pulls him over with another quick dragon screw though to put an end to his resiliance. Straight from that, Maddix whips around Rodez's leg with a figure four in mind...but Rodez knows that spells disaster and with no other option he grabs a handful of Landon's blond hair and fires off a right hand! A second! Grabbing the hair again, Rodez goes for a third, but Landon suddenly WRENCHES at the knee with a spinning toe-hold which stops Rodez in his tracks. And with Rodez hurt, The Next Generation takes the opportunity to quickly apply the figure four leglock! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COACH Aw, crap! COLE The Wrath Of Maddix, the time honoured figure four leglock, one move which Landon does have in his repetoire that works the leg. Rodez has got to escape this figure four and quickly, because I'm sure his knee cannot take much of this hold. With his hands clenched to his face, Rodez moans and groans with every wrench of the hold, the beaming Champion pushing up onto his hands to apply more pressure on the hold. The pain is clear, as Rodez pushes up to face Landon for a moment. But he quickly collapses back... 1... 2... Rodez pushes off of his shoulder, almost forgetting where he was for a moment. Landon has the hold applied tightly and Rodez, glancing towards the ropes, which won't aid him anyway. Maddix pushes up again, eliciting another howl from Rodez. The challenger grits his teeth through the pain for another attempt at finding a way out. But again Maddix wrenches the hold, which causes Rodez to fall to the mat again... 1... 2... THR--NOO! Rodez JUST pushes off the canvas in time! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" The Miami crowd are doing their best to carry the challenger on now, despite how bleak the situation looks. Maddix gives another wrench of the figure four before glancing over to his corner and giving a little signal to Megan, who right on cue crawls into the ring and starts to MOP LANDON'S BROW with her towel in mid figure-four!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE That's ridiculous!! Talk about arrogance, that's off the damn scale! COACH Come on Mikey, he doesn't want sweat in his eyes. COLE Please Coach. Maddix is suitably mopped down so Megan resumes her cheering duties on the floor. Meanwhile, Rodez is slowly sinking away it seems and looks to be just about out of it. But just as Robinson prepares to count his shoulder down, The Silky Smooth One decides he has to make one last effort and sits bolt upright! Teeth gritted, the challenger pumps his fists and whips the crowd into a frenzy as he leans to his left and starts to try and tip the balance of the hold! Maddix's cocky streak has disappeared now and he tries to stop Rodez from turning him, but the challenger is determined and fights through the pain barrier, managing to get onto his side... ...but Landon quickly unwraps his legs and releases the hold, before he can be turned. COLE I guess that counts as an escape...Maddix taking no chances there, he doesn't want to get caught in the deadly reversed figure four. A cheer goes up, but Maddix doesn't completely let Rodez go. Instead, he lifts Rodez's leg by the ankle before slamming it down into the mat. Landon follows up with a stomp just for good measure, before smirking out into the crowd. COLE Maddix has things going his way. He just needs to keep his focus... COACH Easier said then done when he's got thousands of OAOAST fans baying for his blood. Looking out into the sea of Floridian fans, Maddix tries to get an "S - W - F!" chant going, which is thrown asunder faster than Al Gore's presidential campaign. All this is good clean fun for Landon though, drafting in Megan to help with the chant. However, Rodez is using this time to drag himself up with aid from the ropes, still running on adrenaline as he hops across the ring. By the shoulder he spins Landon around, catching the shocked SWF superstar in the jaw with a hopping jab! A jab! A JAB! A... ...forearm, Maddix cutting off the trademark combo. Cockily Landon shoves the challenger away, waiting for Rodez to hop back before launching a basement dropkick low. The boots catch Rodez in the thigh and he shoots up, landing SPIKED on his head! Seeing this, Landon decides to make a cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Maddix is quickly back up, laying in more vicious stomps. Rodez tries to fight him off with his free leg but Maddix is able to avoid the flailing leg and keeps kicking until finally Robinson has enough and decides to pull him away. Shoving Robinson aside, Maddix goes back over to Rodez and pulls him up. With a snarl, he then cups a hand under Rodez's jaw, pulling him face to face and spitting some insults at him. And SLAPPING him across the face! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Leon is in no position to fight back and struggles even to stay on his feet...or rather, foot...as Landon tucks a leg in behind the challenger's and tucks the head over his shoulder. Leaning Rodez back, the Champion then pulls him forward, looking for the Crash Landon '05... ...but instead, crash landing across Rodez's knee, as he counters with an STO/Backbreaker!!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE YES! Maddix got too cocksure of himself and he paid the price! COACH Yeah, but he got driven down on Leon's right knee. Leon sacrificed himself on that one. COLE Very true and the desperation counter did the challenger's leg no favours at all. But the Champion now has a damaged back to think about, as both men are down and...and WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING!? 'She' would be Megan Skye. And what 'she' is doing is sliding into the ring with a steel chair in hand, cautiously approaching Rodez and wielding the chair, waiting for a good shot at the right knee! Referee Robinson warns her to get out of the ring. He might as well have left ten minutes ago though, because nobody is listening to him. Megan continues to stalk the challenger, still without a good view of the leg, but Leon is getting up and the chair is wielded, ready to strike... ...UNTIL MEGAN GETS SPEARED DOWN BY... ...BY JADE RODEZ!?!?! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH What the hell!? COLE Jade Rodez to the rescue! Leon said he did his homework, I guess he knew what Megan was capable of and thankfully, he had his little sister watching his back! COACH Lame. COLE Well, you know what isn't lame Coach? COACH What? COLE This! CATFIIIGHT! CATFIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!! To the delight of the Miami crowd, Megan and Jade start scrapping on the mat, which soon turns into scrapping on the ramp as the bundle out under the ropes, still ripping and tearing at hair and flesh and whatever else comes to hand. Leon is up now, hobbling on one foot and faster that you can say 'I love it when a plan comes together' he's smiling as he sees his sister taking it to Ms. Skye. However, he wouldn't be smiling if he saw what was behind him. To his feet, Landon sneakily retrieves the steel chair and lies in wait. Screams of warning tell Leon something's wrong and he turns around. Just what Landon wanted, as he swings for the hills with the chair... ...DUCKED! Rodez manages to sweep under the chairshot and hop around to meet Landon coming a second time, blocking the chair... *CLANG!* ...and pushing it back into Landon's face! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Away sprawls Maddix, a look of anger masking the fact he's seeing stars right now as he falls into the corner. Rodez is right behind him and grabs hold of Landon's blond locks, pulling his head back and slamming it into the turnbuckle... ...and again... ...again... "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" "TEN!!!!!" COLE No need for a recount in Florida that time, Maddix sent into the buckle ten straight times and the tide may just be turning in the OAOAST's favour! Out from the corner hops Rodez, the fact he's on one leg not affecting his mobility too much. Rodez waits in the centre of the ring as slowly, very wobbly and pretty aimlessly, Landon comes staggering towards him. And before the woozy Champion can strike, he gets popped in the jaw with a jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! Landon is on rubber legs now as Leon, on one non-rubber leg, turns to blow the kiss to the crowd and...stops, not trusting his leg to withstand hitting the usual enziguri. Luckily though Landon is already ducking the non-existant enziguri. So, with a shrug, Leon just spikes him with a DDT! COACH Mama Said Knock You Out...With A DDT Because My Leg's Busted! COLE Catchy. Again Rodez has to take a moment to tend to his knee, but with the 24/7 Championship beckoning he grits the teeth and drapes an arm over Maddix's chest... 1... 2... NO! COLE That injured knee isn't just going to hurt Leon physically, but it's also going to hurt his chances of winning this match. I doubt he can get Maddix up for the Backpack Stunner and he's got no chance of a 450. What does the challenger have in his bag of tricks to beat Maddix with only one leg? COACH He could just waffle him with the chair. COLE No complaints here. Up hops Leon again and he waits on the 24/7 Champion, who is looking around ringside for some advice from his trusty manager. However, his trusty manager is in the backstage area, probably still clawing away at Jade Rodez's face. Maddix has to go it alone now. Stumbling up he suddenly makes a break forward, trying to clip out Leon's knee from the front. The challenger is able to side-hop him though, Landon skidding harmlessly (for Leon, at least) across the mat. Landon pops right back up and charges again...but this time, runs into a back elbow! That seems to lock Landon a little loopy and allow Rodez to wrap on a front facelock. Cradling the leg, Rodez takes Maddix over with a Fisherman's Suplex, with a bridge... 1... ...but his right knee is buckling, so Rodez lifts it off the canvas, maintaining the bridge with the left leg... 2... KICKOUT! COLE Amazing neck strength to bridge with one foot, let alone two, but again the bad knee is hampering every idea Leon has right now. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Up goes the chant again, the crowd sensing Rodez needs a little encouragement as he tries to figure out exactly what he can use for a next move. Maddix looks to cut him off before he gets the chance, swinging with a clothesline. And missing with a clothesline, Rodez watching Maddix 360 around and lifting for an inverted atomic drop...but wisely realising that'd hurt his knee, so instead dumping Landon down with a Stone Cold Spinebuster (which keeps him standing, but Landon hurting). As Maddix clambers up from that, an elbow jabs him in the abdomen...and again, doubling him over a little, so Leon can grab a 3/4 headlock. Pointing to the corner, Rodez is looking to slice some bread now as he runs to the buckles... RODEZ AAAHHH! ...but running isn't wise with a bad leg and he has to stop before he reaches the corner, releasing Landon to tend to his knee... ...and getting pulled down across [i]his[/i] knees with a Lungblower!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Again the knee halts the challenger's progress and that may have been the crucial tweak of the knee there! Scrambling around, Maddix hooks the good leg, leaving Leon with only the bad limb to try and kick out with... 1... 2... ONLY TWO!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE But Leon Rodez refuses to be beaten! COACH No doubt. He's got a lot of gumption. I don't know what gumption means, I don't know if anyone else does, but whatever it is he's got it. Maddix has had enough now as he storms to his feet, ripping at his own kneepad and exposing his right knee as he backs into a corner. COLE Shining Wizard! Landon's going for the Shining Wizard and if he hits this, it's over! COACH But if he misses, he's gonna end up with a knee like Leon's. The challenger is hurting now and slowly to his feet, the crowd trying to warn him again as Landon lies in wait. Maddix is impatient, encouraging Leon up, shouting at Leon to get back to one knee. Pushing himself up off the canvas, Leon starts to get up and Landon starts to run...but the challenger can't put any weight on the right leg, unable to get the knee under him and forcing the eager Champion to skid to a halt, returning to the corner. Clearly in pain, Rodez now plants the other leg on the mat as he starts to pull himself up, feeding the knee for Landon as he again charges forward... ...AND GETS SPEARED OUT OF THE AIR BY RODEZ!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE RODEZ SAW HIM COMING! Rodez saw Landon coming the first time and he was ready by the second! COACH What a counter, too! COLE COVER!! 1... 2... 3 -NOOOOOO! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHH - BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Referee Robinson takes the brunt of the abuse as he signals that Landon's shoulder barely shot off of the canvas at two. Despite the obvious disappointment, Rodez doesn't dwell on the two count and hobbles back to his feet, bringing Landon up with him with a handful of hair. RODEZ BANANA HAMMOCK! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE He's gonna go for it, but I don't think his knee will hold out! Again with the 3/4 headlock, Rodez knows this is going to take his last amounts of energy and pauses for a moment, soaking in some oxygen before hoisting Landon up...BUT THE KNEE GIVES WAY! COLE Just as I thought, that knee is too damaged for Leon to carry two hundred and twenty pounds on his back, even for a second. Rodez uses the ropes to help himself back up and curses his bad idea as he limps away, to where Maddix is waiting on him with a Dropsault...CAUGHT! Rodez catches the legs and Maddix drops down on the back of his head, before getting turned over into the Boston Crab! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Woah, where did that come from!? COLE I don't know and I don't honestly care! All that matters is, Maddix is in trouble and this seems to be a move that won't damage the knee of the challenger! Rodez sits back and is already nodding his head, satisfied that he's finally got the 24/7 Champion where he wants him. Meanwhile, the agonised Next Generation starts to claw and crawl with a grimace on his face, knowing that with one leg Leon's balance won't be as strong. "TAP!" "TAP!" "TAP!" "TAP!" The referee is right there with him to check for a tap-out, but Maddix shakes his head with a 'no', scanning around the ring for the ropes. But Rodez sits back a little further with the hold and it seems like La Cucaracha is trapped and resigned to defeat... "TAP!" "TAP!" "TAP!" ...until suddenly, he starts pushing up! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Maddix has his eyes locked on the bottom rope and begins to reach out for them, crawling across the ring. He knows he can't make a break of the hold, but at least with the ropes in hand he technically can't lose the match. Rodez can't stop Maddix's crawl and every time he's brought back a step, he's stepping onto the right leg once more. Despairing boos fill the air, as Landon is just a short distance away from the ropes. And with no way of stopping his opponent and no plans of trying to drag him forward, Leon is left to cling on and hope... ...as Landon makes the ropes! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Maddix has the ropes, but Rodez doesn't have the break the hold! COACH He'll break it, you watch. He's too much of a nice guy. And Coach's prediction is dead-on, as Rodez does throw down the legs of the Champion, although mainly to nurse the right leg again. Maddix is still clutching the ropes for all his might, until he finally realises the hold is broken. And quick as a flash, he twists around and grabs Rodez's right knee, tugging away at the buckles of his kneebrace!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Hey...HEY, COME ON! COACH That's what being a nice guy gets ya. COLE This is uncalled for! I know it's No Disqualifications but Robinson needs to get in there and stop this! That kneebrace isn't there for decoration, it's there for a reason! Maddix seems to have the brace unfastened and is trying to pull it off now, but Rodez knows what trouble he'll be in if that happens and starts wailing away on the back of Landon's head, punching him erraticly until the Champion is fended off. Quickly Rodez rolls away and to a neutral corner, trying to re-attach his kneebrace before any further damage can be done. *CRACK!* "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Too late. COLE DAMNIT! CHAIRSHOT, RIGHT TO THE KNEE! Collapsing in a fit of pain, Rodez writhes in agony, his kneebrace doing nothing to protect his knee from twisting from the force of the steel chair. Standing over the challenger, a smug grin forms of Maddix's face as he shrugs his shoulders, mouthing to the fans that "it's in the rules". And just to demonstrate the point further... *CRACK!* "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *CRACK!* "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *CRACK!* "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...he SMASHES the chair down across the knee three more times, with referee Robinson powerless to stop him! "FUCK YOU LAN - DON!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* "FUCK YOU LAN - DON!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* "FUCK YOU LAN - DON!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* The grin is now a smile from ear to ear, as Landon adjusts his grip on the chair, pointing the top of the steel impliment down...AND JAMMING IT INTO LEON'S KNEE, IN TIME WITH THE CLAPPING!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Come on, enough is enough! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! Rodez is barely moving now, balled up and clutching his knee with groans and moans of pain just about audible over the hostile crowd. Finally Robinson steps in in the name of good taste and tries to get the chair away from Landon, only for Landon to toss the chair aside himself. He's done with it. He's got other ideas. Pulling Rodez agonisingly into the centre of the ring by the ankle, Maddix kicks the inside of the knee! And again! MADDIX WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ...before whipping around and applying the Wrath Of Maddix again!! COLE Right back to the Figure Four! And I don't think that kneebrace is on properly...it could be doing more harm than good right now! The Silky Smooth One is screaming in pain now, hands clutched to his head as his knee is ripped and torn away at by the hold. Referee Robinson is right beside him to check for a submission, as Maddix starts to rock up and down, putting even more downward pressure on the knee. Eventually, with the pain sinking in, Rodez slumps backwards and his shoulders pin to the mat... 1... 2... Rodez sits up, but doing so causes him to roar in pain even more! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" COLE The crowd are trying to rally behind the challenger, but I don't know how much good that's really going to do. COACH None, that's how much. Comfortable in the hold Maddix resorts to some trash-talking now, making the most of it while Leon is still face to face with him. Because he doesn't stay there long, the pain again sapping at his energy levels and leaving him to slump back down to the canvas. A very clear laugh from Landon earns a few boos, but most of the fans are busy encouraging Leon on now, watching on nervously as he begins to fade away...and his shoulders fall to the mat again... 1... 2... SHOULDER UP, but just barely! COLE Rodez is slipping away here! Hid body is in danger of shutting down due to the pain and right now, it might be wise of him just to tapout and live to fight another day much as it pains me to say it. COACH Then don't say it! He's representin' the OAOAST, he'd better not just give up on us! COLE And risk ruining his career!? COACH If he taps out here, he might just ruin his career because Axel might just can his ass. Running on fumes now, Rodez sits up on his elbows and tries to summon some more reserve strength, in tremendous pain as he starts to try and tip over to the side, to reverse the hold. But his body is too weak to even get onto his side now and Maddix just rocks him right back over, pushing up the straight leg, further adding damage to the already damaging hold. With the referee right in his face Rodez looks about ready to give. His hand is hovering and he's seemingly about to tap. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" But suddenly, another wave of chants come and Leon wags the finger at Robinson, ready to try again and escape! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Pushing up onto his hands, Rodez growls as he tries to block out the pain, raising one fist in the air and trying to lever himself over to that side. Having caught a chance to relax, Maddix now starts to wrench at the hold again, trying to stop Leon in his tracks. But Leon is still fighting, still determined, pushing over and getting onto his side... ...tipping... ...turning, and... ...MADDIX PULLS HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Oh no. I think that was Leon's last spurt of energy right out of the window there. Taking no chances, Maddix is putting his all back into the hold now as the chants of the fans are draining away. Rodez is doing the same now, trying to find the heart and the battle for one last attempt, but simply unable to. Slowly he sinks down, referee Robinson's questioning not even getting a 'no' now, as Rodez falls back, pain etched on his face but not a lot else in the way of movement. Robinson checks for any signs of life. And for a moment, Rodez seems to respond. But his shoulders are down and Robinson quickly notices... 1... 2... 3!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" *DINGDINGDING!* COLE That's it, it's over. COACH What!? Robinson calls for the bell and the crowd sink down just as lifelessly as Leon, as sure enough "The Game" cues up over the sound system. Even Landon looks a little surprised that the match is over. But once Robinson explains what has happened, the 24/7 Champion's only response is to demand his belt. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen... your winner of the match and STILL OAOAST 24/7 Champion... LANDON... "LA CUCARACHA"... MMMMMAAAADDIIIIXXXXXX!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Rodez isn't completely out but he's as good as, as Maddix snatches his title away from Robinson. Strolling over to the fallen OAOAST favourite, he then places a foot over the chest, smiling away as he poses over the fallen hero. COLE Look at this disrespect! Landon Maddix is spitting in the face of the OAOAST right now! He beat one of our own and he beat him to the point where he couldn't defend himself, surely that's enough? And now this. COACH He didn't just beat him Mikey...he pinned him with a figure four. When was the last time you saw that? COLE I can't remember ever seeing it Coach. But I can't remember seeing someone get their knee, their already injured knee, torn apart like that and keep fighting to the point that they simply couldn't continue like we just saw. Leon Rodez didn't tapout, he didn't give up, but he was in that figure four for at least a minute and a half, two minutes even and eventually his body just gave out on him. He couldn't respond to the count and that's why Landon Maddix is still the OAOAST 24/7 Champion. As Maddix exits the ring and poses on the rampway, to another chorus of boos, a small group of trainers and EMTs jog past and enter to check on Rodez, who is still barely conscious. Taking a last glance back into the ring, Maddix flicks the hair from his eyes and smiles. Before then turning around and realising that Megan is probably still scrapping, so turning tail and leaving. COLE Leon looks to be in a bad way here. I just hope this isn't as serious of an injury as the one that he suffered two years ago. COACH Yeah. I'm no big fan of the guy, but you don't wanna see this. The doctors continue to check on Leon, as for reasons of taste and writing two PPV matches on a weekend we cut away to something completely different.

As the impromptu theme song of AngleSlam 2006, "Miami" by Will Smith, plays through the arena we're panning through the crowd in the jam-packed American Airlines Arena to cater to the fans who decided to bring signs to the show! Signs such as: "WHERE IS CHRISTIAN WRIGHT?" "IF TEAM LITHUANIA WIN, WE RIOT!" "WHERE IS BOHEMOTH?" "120 DAYS 'TILL CHRISTMAS!" ...and many other unimportant opinions. Man, wrestling fans are dumb. And speaking of dumb... COLE Man Coach, it's been a HOT night in Miami so far! COACH HOLLA~! COLE And speaking of hot, up next we've got hot boyband on boyband action! COACH And all without worrying about the threat of spyware. Wowza! Suddenly, a giant puff of orange smoke engulfs the commentary table and Double C are dragged away by the throats by two monstrous men. One fan can be heard pondering "When the hell did Hell's Hitmen start working here again!?", as as if by magic the soon to be rotting carcasses of Coach and Cole are replaced by a much better commentating team, Tony Schiavone (bare with me) and Jesse "The Body" Ventura (bin-go)! SCHIAVONE Wow...how the hell did we get here? VENTURA Who cares Schiavone!? A payday's a payday, so just read the damn autocue. SCHIAVONE Okay, well Tony Schiavone alongside Jesse "The Body" Ventura and we're here to call the action in this next match for the HI-YAH World Tag Team Championships, between the Champions D*LUX and the hostile challenger, The Global Party Exchange. VENTURA But it's not just about the titles Schiavone. It's about pride and it's about integrity. These D*LUX kids have been running around for a while now, playing the boyband and that's gotten under the skin of Johnny Jax and Scotty Static. They feel like they're being ripped off, even though they've moved on from their days as happy go lucky boybanders. It's a matter of principle. I know how they feel too, everybody wants to rip-off The Body, Tony. Trouble is, there's only ever gonna be one Jesse "The Body"! SCHIAVONE What about Tony Brannigan? VENTURA ...that's different! SCHIAVONE Mmm-hmm. Well, you brought up The GPX's problem with D*LUX and ever since the last edition of OAOAST Syndicated, which incidently returns in two months on October 28th, they've been making their lives very difficult. But after what we saw last Thursday night, it seems D*LUX are sick of being treated like pushovers. They're here to fight tonight and to prove that they're not wannabees to anyone and that they're the top young tag team in the business today. And with that, let's send it up to the ring. .:CUE: O-Town, "Make Her Say":. "In a world full of posers, phonies, and pure wannabees, there finally emerges a group which has come to set the record straight. so, all you suckers better recognize, ya heard can you say uhhh na na na na..." A noteably mixed reaction goes up as the oh-so familiar sounds of O-Town sound out through an OAOAST arena and lead the way for The Global Party Exchange. Striding down the rampway, Static and Jax are in no mood to 'play' tonight as they virtually ignore the fans around them, both positive and negative. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is sanctioned by HI-YAH Promotions and is scheduled for one fall, to be contested under HI-YAH Rules. 20 counts will be oberserved at ringside and throwing an opponent over the top rope will be deemed an automatic disqualification. In the event of the champions being disqualified, the titles will change hands! Introducing first, currently in the ring, the challengers. At a total combined weight of four hundred, thirty seven pounds... they are former OAOAST World Tag Team Champions and two-thirds of the current OAOAST Six-Man Tag Team Champions... the team of SCOTTY STATIC and JOHNNY "JAM" JACKSON... THE GLLOOBBAALL PAARRTTYY... EEEXXXXXXXXXXCCHHHHAAAAANNGGEEEEEEE!!!!! Another mixed reaction goes up for one of the most recognisable teams in the OAOAST's history, as they simply glare down the aisle, waiting for their opponents. SCHIAVONE As you said Jess', it's not about the titles for The GPX tonight, it's about as they see it 'saving face'. VENTURA It might not be about the titles, but that won't stop them from winning those straps if the opportunity arises. The GPX are one of the best teams in this company's history and you don't become that without a natural will to win and to succeed. "JUST ONE ON ONE THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT! JUST ONE ON ONE THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT!" The Miami crowd rise to their feet as "First To Believe" by A1 begins to play and the delightful Jade Rodez leads the way for her tag team combination, D*LUX! The GPX watch on distinctly unimpressed, as Jade stands between her two men, "Showtime" Shayne bodypopping to the music while "Tremendous" Tyler looks out into the crowd with a beaming, pearly white smile that has the women in the crowd screaming in passion! It's AngleSlam, a big deal for these two comparitive newcomers. Pointing on to the ring, Jade leads her yellow-dyed denim clad combination down the aisle, as The GPX beckon them on. BUFFER And introducing the opponents. Being led to the ring by their manager, Ms. JADE RODEZ! They weigh in at a total combined weight of three hundred, ninety seven pounds... the reigning, defending HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions... "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE BRAVE... "TREMENDOUS" TYLER BRYANT... they are D*LLLLLLLUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" All positive reaction for D*LUX as they rush the ring, dispensing of the belts to Jade on the way and perform STEREO DIVES into the ring, wiping Scotty and Johnny out with outside-in Planchas!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE D*LUX are wasting no time in taking the fight to The GPX tonight! *DINGDINGDING!* Tyler mounts Jax and rains down a succession of right hands as it's Static and Shayne doing battle in the ring, Static sidestepping Shayne with a lucha bi-paso and shoving him into the ropes. Back shoots Shayne and Static sets up for a lift. But Shayne is a step ahead, hauling himself up The GPXer's side and hooking the legs around the head, sending Static tumbling over with a headscissors takeover! Static comes right back up and gets taken over with an armdrag. And a standing dropkick puts Static to the floor, leaving D*LUX alone in the ring with Jax. Tyler hauls him up and sends the other GPXer to the ropes. In skips Shayne and D*LUX take their man over with a double backdrop, which has Jade clapping away gleefully. SCHIAVONE And here's where D*LUX are at their most deluxe, when working as a tag team. VENTURA Or cheating. SCHIAVONE I wouldn't say that Jess'. VENTURA In tag team wrestling, you're supposed to have one in and one out. They've got a five count to get in and out...now you tell me Schiavone, how long have they been in the ring at the same time? D*LUX quickly recover Jax before he can roll to the outside and take him by the arms for another whip, this time a double. Back rebounds Jax, taking two fists right to the gut to double him over. Each hooking an arm and a leg, Shayne and Tyler then lift the larger of the opponents up and drop him across the knees with their double gutbuster. SCHIAVONE The Cowell Movement! VENTURA You didn't answer my question. SCHIAVONE Well Jess', all four men were in the ring to start, so the referee hasn't had chance to get one man out yet. VENTURA There we four men in the ring because The GPX were jumped before the bell, ALSO illegal! As D*LUX celebrate their move, they get a little carried away and don't spot Scotty Static entering the ring. From behind he wipes out Shayne, then gets caught in a slugfest with Tyler. A slugfest which Tyler wins, until Static lowbridges him, pulling him by the waistband of his jeans, right out of the ring. Landing with a thud on the arena floor, Tyler uses the barricade to pull himself up. Any assistance from his manager has to wait though, as in the ring Static is on the move, soaring through the middle and top ropes with a SUICIDE DIVE!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Static and Tyler are down on the floor now, leaving Shayne and Jax in the ring. And with Jax still holding his gut after the Cowell Movement, Shayne goes soaring overhead, snaring him with a sunset flip... 1... 2... Kickout! Rolling through to his feet, Jax pushes forward, stacking Shayne on his shoulders... 1... 2... ...Shayne kicks out, but immediately gets hoisted off the canvas by the strongest man in the match, going up for a powerbomb. However, Shayne is able to plant the hands on the head on the way up, pushing over into another sunset flip... 1... 2... Kickout! SCHIAVONE Fast-paced action from the get-go here between these two exciting tag teams! Both men are back up and Jax manages to slow Shayne down now, booting him in the gut. With an irish whip he then sends Shayne into the turnbuckles and looks to follow in with a clothesline. Shayne gets a boot up to block. But Jax shakes it off and charges again...into another boot. With Triple J dazed, up to the middle rope vaults Shayne, reeling Jax in for a Tornado DDT. He hooks the head and gets the vault... ...but Static rolls in in mid-move and The GPX counter with a Spinebuster/Neckbreaker combo! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!" Static points at referee Mark Hebner to make the count as Jax presses down the shoulders... 1... 2... No! VENTURA If The GPX can ground this match then they've got the advantage. They've got the ruthless streak and a lot of anger driving them tonight. And besides that, this referee's a moron and he still hasn't got control of the match. Static and Jax are the ones left two on one in the ring now and it's their turn for some double-team action. Pulling Shayne to his feet, Jax hooks him up for a side russian legsweep, as Static explodes off the ropes... *SMACK!* ...and NAILS Shayne with the Yakuza Kick, into the legsweep! Into the nearest camera, Static dedicates the move to fellow 6-Man Tagger Jamie O'Hara, who was taken out on Thursday of course, while Jax takes care of the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Looking in a little bit more of a hurry than his partner, Static rushes over and drags Brave to his feet, bringing him into a standing headscissors. As Jax clambers up The GPX then adjust and look to take "Showtime" up with a combined powerbomb, over a shoulder a-piece...but Shayne floats down the back to safety! The GPX end up stumbling forward in unison, just as Tyler Bryant vaults up top and soars in, catching Static and Jax with a boot each, sending both sprawling back out to the rampway!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" SCHIAVONE Springboard Double Front Dropkick! VENTURA I'm begging this referee to get two guys in and two guys out! SCHIAVONE Well, there are now Jesse. VENTURA I meant from each team! This is a shambles! The GPX regroup on the ramp as Shayne now rallies the crowd behind him, firing up the fans as he springboards to the top. Soaring out down the ramp, he tries to wipe out The GPX with a double crossbody...BUT THEY CATCH HIM! Jade yelps and quickly encourages Tyler to help. He's already doing just that though, running the length of the ring AND WIPING OUT EVERYONE WITH A SOMERSAULT PLANCHA TO THE RAMPWAY!!! TYLER YEAH-UH!! "O - A - O - A - S - T!!" "O - A - O - A - S - T!!" "O - A - O - A - S - T!!" SCHIAVONE And the OAOAST chant goes up in this HI-YAH Tag Team Title Match! VENTURA I've completely lost track of this, what the hell is going on here!? Landing on his feet, Tyler hands out a few high-fives to the fans below him. But he spends too much time making friends and ends up getting jumped from behind by Johnny Jax, kneeing Tyler in the kidneys and sending him off the rampway, down to the aisleway beside it! Tyler manages not to crash into the barricade. But Jax settles that for him, as he takes flight off the ramp AND CRUSHES TYLER INTO THE BARRICADE WITH A STINGER SPLASH!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" SCHIAVONE OH! There's about a three foot gap either side of the rampway down there and Tyler had nowhere to go! Jax now fires up the fans, who are right beside him where he now stands. But soon those fans are running for cover, as Shayne Brave comes soaring down from the ramp AND LANDS A BODYPRESS, TIPPING HIM AND JAX OVER THE BARRICADE, INTO THE CROWD!! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" VENTURA This is chaos! SCHIAVONE And look at Scotty Static, I think he's got a jump of his own in mind here! VENTURA Why is referee Hebner allowing this? He should be getting Static back into the ring, or at least counting these four out! Over the barricade rolls Tyler too as he tries to help out his partner, leaving the three wrestlers in amongst a sea of vacated chairs, security trying to keep the fans out of the way. Up on the rampway, probably five of six feet over the crowd, Scotty Static is waiting. The three bundle together, with D*LUX trying to fight off the bigger Jax, giving Static a target to aim at. But in mid-run, he stops. Instead, he turns his back on the three... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..." ...which the crowd shouldn't be disappointed about, as he shuffles backwards until his feet are hanging over the edge of the rampway. And with the crowd encouraging him to dive, Static screams out "HOOLIGANDA". Before, like an olympic diver, he vaults backwards... ...WITH A MOONSAULT, OFF THE RAMP, OVER THE BARRIER AND INTO THE TRIO BELOW, SENDING CHAIRS AND BODIES FLYING ALL OVER THE GOD-DAMN PLACE!!!! "YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE OH MY! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" All four men are down in the chairs now as referee Mark Hebner and Jade Rodez both watch on, open-mouthed from above on the rampway. The fans are going nuts around them and security is having to do their best to keep them away SCHIAVONE All four men are down, deep in the Miami crowd. We knew these four would do anything to get at each other and we assumed it would be athletic, but we never thought we'd see this Jesse. VENTURA I don't know what to say Schiavone. A moonsault off that ramp, into the crowd? SCHIAVONE Scotty Static is a daredevil...all four of these men are. And the referee is being lenient towards them here tonight, knowing just how much these match means to all four and how much this issue needs to be settled here tonight. VENTURA Lenient is putting it mildly, he might as well not even be out here. Static is up now and bringing Shayne up with him, which intiates a slugfest between the two weakened divers. Behind them Jax and Tyler are slower to their feet, but also exchanging frantic punches, the match turning suddenly from a dive exchange to a street brawl as the four begin to scrap through the chairs and through the fans, off towards the backstage area. Static ends up bundled through a row of chairs by Shayne, the brawl no approaching the retreated crowd. *DINGDINGDING!* SCHIAVONE Huh!? The four continue to brawl despite the bell, as in the ring Mark Hebner is busy conversing with Michael Buffer... *CRACK!* "YYEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!" ...missing Shayne Brave getting a chair across the back from Jax! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen...the referee has stopped this match...ruling it to be a NO CONTEST!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" SCHIAVONE Oh wow, that's not a popular decision. VENTURA The first thing the referee's done right all match, about damn time! He knew he couldn't control these four so he's throwing it out. SCHIAVONE I don't think these four care though, they're still brawling! Indeed, the sounding of the bell makes no difference to The GPX and D*LUX, as Jax takes a spill over a barricade at the back of the arena from a Tyler clothesline. Tyler follows him over and lays in some right hands, those two brawling off towards the backstage area now as Static and Shayne are a little way behind but clearly heading the same way. SCHIAVONE Well, an indecisive finish to this one, The GPX and D*LUX are stilling fighting though...I don't think we've heard the last of this! VENTURA Those poor saps in the back sure haven't. HAHA!