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COLE And here is just one of the challengers for the Heartland Title later tonight. Gunner Sharps is shown in his locker room, lifting barbells. COLE And Gunner Sharps, getting ready for his participation in the second Heartland Invitational Chamber of Hell! He'll be the last man to enter, but will he be the last man standing? Only time will tell! COACH Let's cut away now. COLE Okay! DJ Clue's Super Mario Mix hits and the Burrough Boys make their way out to the ring, to boos. COLE And it's time for some six-man tag action! Let's go up to Michael Buffer! BUFFER The following is a six-man tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Making their way down the aisle, at a combined weight of 655 pounds...from Brooklyn, Manhattan, and Staten Island, respectively, here are MARIANO, LUTHER, and WALDO...THAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BURROOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHH BOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! COLE Well Coach, it was about four weeks ago that these three men made their way from the stands to assist Reject in an attack on Jumbo. Jumbo would later challenge them to a six-man tag match, and found his partners in the Jamaican Team of Denzel Spencer and Reggie Lamont! And that brings us to tonight! COACH I expect a win for the Burrough Boys here tonight, those other three men, Jumbo, and the Jamaicans, have never even teamed together! The Burrough Boys draw more boos as they pose on the buckles, then Sweet Home Chicago hits and Jumbo makes his way through the curtains, followed by Team Jamaica. BUFFER Their opponents...at a total combined weight of 919 pounds...introducing first, hailing from Montego Bay, Jamaica...the team of REGGIE LAMONT and DENZEL SPENCER...TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAMMMM JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMAICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Team Jamaica poses on the buckles, getting a nice pop, as Jumbo gives out high-fives on the outside, then climbs into the ring. Everyone gets in their corners, and the referee calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* Everyone steps out, leaving Denzel in the ring with Luther. COLE And it'll be Denzel Spencer starting out with Luther! Denzel and Luther circle the ring, and tie up. Both men jockey for position, but no progress is made, so they break it and circle the ring again. They tie up, and Luther delivers a knee to the midsection. Luther follows up with a gutwrench backbreaker! A HIGH dropkick, and Luther celebrates to the crowd, which boos him in response. COLE And Luther looking sharp thus far against Denzel Spencer! Luther hops up to the second rope and waits on Denzel to get up. Luther dives, but Denzel catches him in an armdrag! COACH That one backfired, though! Denzel gets to his feet and brings Luther up, wringing the arm, then grabbing it, lifting Luther up in the air and slamming him to the mat! COLE And a great leverage move by Denzel! COACH And that one could injure an arm in a moment's notice if Luther doesn't go with the flow! Denzel gets down and bars the arm. Luther gets to all fours, then puts his head on the mat and flips up to his feet! COLE There's that agility from Luther, all these guys tremendous athletes! Luther wrings the arm of Denzel, then grabs him by the hair and drags him into a corner, hammering away with stiff punches and kicks to the midsection. COACH And not too bad with the fisticuffs, either! Luther whips Denzel across the ring, but Denzel avoids the charge, then rolls up Luther... 1... 2... Kickout! Luther charges Denzel, but gets caught in another armdrag! Denzel then delivers a bodyslam to Luther, who quickly tags out to Waldo. COLE And the first tag of the match, and Waldo in for the Burrough Boys! Waldo charges, but gets caught in an armdrag, as well! Denzel tags in Reggie, who takes over on the arm, and hammers away on the shoulder area. COLE And a tag on the other side! Reggie wrings the arm once again, but Waldo goes to the eyes. Waldo tries to ram Reggie's head into the corner, but Reggie blocks, then rams Waldo's head as the crowd counts along! 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! 4!!! 5!!! 6!!! 7!!! 8!!! 9!!! 10!!! Reggie pulls Waldo out, and whips him into the ropes, then backs in and hits him with a high knee! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Reggie backs into the ropes, and goes to drop an elbow, but Waldo rolls out of the way. Waldo tags in Mariano, as Reggie makes the tag to Jumbo! Mariano stops in his tracks. COACH Uh-oh! COLE And the big guy's in there now! Jumbo smiles, then struts along the ropes, drawing big applause. He then approaches Mariano, who backs into the ropes for a shoulderblock, but it's Mariano who hits the mat! COLE Well...not too smart on the part of Mariano! He tries it again, same result. He then rolls over and grabs a leg of Jumbo, while trying to get to his feet. Jumbo hammers away on the back, then scoops him up, holding him in one arm for all sides to see. COLE Like lifting a feather for Jumbo! Jumbo slams Mariano HARD to the mat! He then drops an elbow, and covers... 1... 2... Kickout! Jumbo gets up and tags Denzel once again, who jumps to the top rope, and comes off with a MISSILE DROPKICK~! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Denzel hammers away on Mariano, then backs into the ropes...and catches a knee from Luther! COLE And a cheap shot from the outside by Luther! Denzel staggers out, and gets floored with a spinning wheel kick by Mariano! Luther turns around on the apron and holds his arms out, as the crowd boos. COACH Great teamwork! Brilliant! Mariano then tags in Luther, who goes to the top rope as Mariano holds Denzel in a front facelock, and comes off with a big chop to the back. Luther then goes for a slam, but Denzel slips behind the back, and goes for a reverse sunset flip! Mariano jumps back in and tries a clothesline, but Denzel ducks! As the referee ushers Mariano out, Waldo jumps in, and Luther pushes Denzel off into a SUPERKICK~! from Waldo! COLE WOW, what a kick from Waldo, and the referee's losing control of this one! Luther delivers a snap suplex to Denzel, and covers... 1... 2... Kickout! Luther tags Waldo, then holds Denzel on his knee, as Waldo comes in with a guillotine legdrop! COLE Some more nice teamwork by the Burrough Boys! Waldo picks up Denzel in a fireman's carry, then grabs him by the tights and pulls him over as he falls backwards, pulling Denzel right onto his knees! COACH WOW! COLE Can you imagine the wind coming out of Denzel right there? Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Mariano tags back in, and lifts Denzel in an over-the-shoulder powerbomb, then underhooks the arms and drops down to his ass! COLE And now impact to the back of Denzel! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Shoulder up! COLE But he's hanging in there! Just like the Tag Team World Cup, they never quit, even when faced with seemingly hopeless challenges! Waldo tags back in, and hammers away on Denzel. Denzel begins to fire back! COLE And now mounting a comeback! The two trade blows briefly, but Waldo goes to the eyes, hits a foot to the gut, and delivers a DDT! He then tags in Mariano, who delivers a snap legdrop, then goes to the top rope. COACH It's over now, though! Mariano gets his balance on the top rope, then leaps off for a SOMERSAULT LEGDROP~!!! ...but Denzel rolls out of the way! COLE Nobody home, and Denzel needs to make the tag! Denzel scoots over, and makes a tag to Reggie! COLE And there it is! Reggie hammers away on Mariano, then hits a foot to the gut, backs into the ropes, and delivers a SCISSOR KICK~! Cover... 1... 2... Reggie catches Waldo coming in for the save, and hops up, tripping Waldo up, and executing the GIANT SWING~! COLE A Giant Swing from Reggie Lamont! Reggie does four revolutions, then drops Waldo to the mat. Mariano is getting up in a corner, and Reggie waves for Denzel to come in. Reggie charges, and nails Mariano with an avalanche! Denzel follows with a handspring elbow! Jumbo then climbs into the ring, and delivers an avalanche of his own! COLE Even Jumbo getting involved in the PAPPY-SHOW~! Jumbo pushes Mariano out into a bicycle kick! Reggie covers, but the referee is putting Jumbo out! This allows Luther to jump in and attack Reggie. Luther attempts an Irish whip, but Reggie blocks, then delivers a URINAGE~! Jumbo then comes back in, and delivers the XL SPLASH~!!! COLE There's the XL SPLASH! COACH But he's not legal! Mariano and Waldo hammer on Jumbo, as the referee tries to separate them all. COLE And this one's completely out of control! Reggie goes to help out Jumbo, then suddenly, a man in a purple shirt pulls Luther out of the ring, and slides in in his place! COLE Who the hell is that??? Reggie comes over to him, oblivious, and picks him up. As he does, the man delivers a LOW BLOW~!, then hooks him reverse, and ROLLS THE DICE~! The man then covers... COLE Wait a minute, he's not even in the match! 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* COACH The referee couldn't tell the difference! COLE A fourth man has helped the Burrough Boys pick up the win! BUFFER The winners of the match...THAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BURROOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHH BOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! Jumbo and Denzel check on Reggie, as the mystery man celebrates with the Burrough Boys on the outside, as Waldo helps Luther to his feet, and Mariano points and laughs. COLE And I'm not so sure we've heard the last of this one! As the Burrough Boys celebrate in the ring, we cut to the backstage area once again. Colombian Heat is shown sitting in his locker room, bent over, with his hands locked together. COLE And a little mental preparation for Colombian Heat, a big underdog who's made a lot of believers in recent weeks, and another participant in the Heartland Invitational Chamber of Hell! COACH Well, he'll need all the preparation he can get! The Chamber of Hell coming later tonight!

The funk brings in the noise part Deux. The musical stylings of Edgar Winter and their song "Frankenstein" accompanying Big Frank and Uber Bruiser, along with a chorus of boos from the 62 thousand-plus fans jammed inside the AlamoDome to witness the upcoming title match. COLE As cliche as it sounds, tonight is the biggest match in the career of Frank and Uber Bruiser. Everything they've done in the last year -- basically ending the career of Logan Mann on the same night he got married, calling out Black T as they declared war on the tag team division -- has lead in their quest to become World tag team champions. It's make or break time for The Sooner Bruisers. They either put up or shut up here tonight in San Antonio, the birthplace of Tony Brannigan. COACH It may be homecoming night for Tony, Mikey, but Big Frank and Uber will be crowned World tag team champions. SWOOP~ to the ring and Michael Buffer for the introductions. * DING DING DING * BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest on World Without End is scheduled for one fall and is for the heavyweight tag team championship of the world!! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" BUFFER Introducing first, the challengers...from Oklahoma, at a total combine weight of 525 pounds, "The Man of Tomorrow" and "Psycho Gremlin"...THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUUUUISERS! Big Frank poses on the turnbuckles, and motions for an underage girl waving a Heavenly Rockers poster to..*ahem*...fondle his joystick. You can imagine how receptive the father is to that gesture, having to be restrained by security as Big Frank and Uber invite him into the ring to do something about it. "Simply Ravishing...OWWWWWW!" Their attention shifts from the fan to the entranceway to men who know how to get the job done. Black T mixing things up a bit by coming to the ring to hometown hero Tony Brannigan's theme song. And a hero's welcome Black T receive as they appear in front of the live crowd, bursting through the thick cloud of black smoke with the World tag team titles wrapped around their waists. COLE Listen to these fans! You'd think the Spurs had just won their 4th NBA title. COACH Well they haven't. You know, now that I think about it, after tonight the Spurs and Tony Brannigan will have a lot in common. COLE They will? COACH Yeah. Their title reigns will have both ended on their home court. Hahahaha! COLE (sarcastic laugh) Real funny, Coach. Who do you think you are, Alfdogg? Nothing has been won or lost yet. Back up to Michael Buffer. BUFFER And their opponents. First...hailing from London, England, 240 pounds..."The Ice Heart" DAN BLLLLLAAAAACK! His partner...from Hollywood U.S.A. by way of SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS... "YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" BUFFER (CONT'D) ...the former heavyweight champion of the world, TONY BRANNIGAN! Here are the Trans-Atlantic Wrecking Crew, BLLLLLAAAAAACK TEEEEEEEEEEEE! Tony baskets in the glory, soaking in the cheers while proudly holding his tag belt in the air. Dan Black eye-balling both Bruisers, following up the 3-B hand signal with his trademark THROAT/SLASH~! Unexpectedly and inexplicably, DREK STONE and HOFF blindside Tony Brannigan. The sudden commotion alerts Dan to the problem behind him. Hoff serving in the role as enforcer, meeting Black head-on, the two trading blows as Drek hits Tony with a STONECUTTER ON THE ARENA FLOOR!! COLE No, damnit! We need help out here! Tony Brannigan just went head-first into the concrete floor courtesy of the OAOAST Champion's devastating Stonecutter. That thin piece of carpeting doing little to "cushion" the blow. Why, Stone?! You got your work cut out for you later tonight in your match with Tha Puerto Rican, you son of a bitch! Why, damnit?! Is he trying to send P.R. a message prior to their match? Because I don't understand the meaning of this. Unaware of what has happened Black continues to brawl with Hoff near the entrance. He then notices Brannigan flat on his back, BLOOD gushing out of his head. Dan unstraps his title belt and uses it to fend off Hoff and Stone. A hush silence falling over the AlamoDome. OAOAST officials and producers--I mean agents--arrival on the scene seconds too late, as usual. EMTs not far behind. Women are captured sobbing in the stands, some shielding their young ones from the gruesome sight of a blood covered Tony Brannigan being loaded onto a stretcher. Crotched near Tony Dan Black can only shake his head, rage running through his icy veins. Then a voice. MAN (Off-Screen) Hey Black! Dan pauses and turns his head to the ring where Big Frank stands with a microphone. Uber smirking next to his brother, rubbing his hands together. BIG FRANK Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, boy. Maybe if you stepped away from your boyfriend you'd understand. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" BLACK BIG FRANK What, I didn't insult your manhood, too? The last person who said I insulted their manhood ended up like Tony Brannigan. In fact, it was Tony Brannigan who felt insulted by "The Man of Tomorrow." I could care less whether or not I insulted you. What I care about are them belts you boys are walkin' around with, because these MEN want 'em. Me and my brother see your partner ain't in no condition to wrestle, so we'll give you the option of going out and finding another partner or forefitting the belts to a real tag team. Your choice. But I recommend forefitting the titles so that you can live to wrestle another day. Black rips the belts out of the hands of OAOAST offical/part-time correspondent Terry Taylor and follows EMTs whisking Tony Brannigan away backstage. BIG FRANK That's what we figured. You Brits think you're smarter than Americans. We bailed your asses outta W-W II and now you gotta find another Yank, as you English muffins say, to save your ass again. It don't make no difference. Our time has come. We ran Logan Mann out of this joint, sent Synth out to him Thursday night, now we dethrone the so-called greatest tag team in OAOAST history. Black T ain't nothing but chumps! Frank lowers the mic as Dan marches to the ring with both title belts in his possession. He walks up the ring steps and asks referee Sir Miles Manchester to bring him the mic. BLACK Mr. Roid Rage, I couldn't help but overhear you state I had the choice of finding a replacement partner or forefitting the belts to you and your mentally challenge brother. I regret to inform you I didn't find another partner... BIG FRANK BLACK (CONT'D) ...because this Brit doesn't need anybody saving his ass. With that Dan hurls the tag belts in the Bruisers direction, the center gold plate slicing Big Frank's upper lip, and steps through the ropes, charging forward! Uber decked by a double forearm thrust to the sternum. Frank repeatedly kicked in the midsection and hammered by knife edge chops that draw a collective "WHOOOOOO" from the fans. Black peppers the head with a combination of rights and forearm shivers, then shoots Big Frank to the ropes and delivers a DECAPITATING LARIAT~! Daniel Maxiums Black introduces the sole of his boot to the face of "The Man of Tomorrow" before hitting a Falcon Arrow suplex. Black slashes the throat and climbs to the top! COLE Dan Black looking to end it early. COACH If Dan Black beats the Sooner Bruisers by himself, it will go down as the biggest upset in history. Dan spreads his arms out like wings and is about to fly when Uber reappears standing over Frank, daring Black to jump. The Ice Heart actually plays to the crowd, gauging their reaction before making his decision. Their approval is so overwhelming Dan knows what to do next. He dives at Uber...only to be caught in midair and suplexed overhead! COACH (laughing) I bet that's the last time we see Danny boy pander to the fans. The Sooner Bruisers descend on Dan Black like vultures. The would-be tag champions putting the boots to the man who has won nearly every championship in OAOAST history. Big Frank scales the turnbuckles as Uber drapes Dan face up on his right shoulder. The Man of Tomorrow French kissing the peak of his right bicep, before dropping the big elbow from the top! The cover! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Black sustains one high-impact move, but can he withstand another? Big Frank's belly-to-belly suplex planting him in the middle of the ring. Leg hooked. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Dan kicks out again. Frank digs into the playbook of other famous wrestling families, starting with "A" for Anderson, ramming Dan's head into his own brother Uber's! Following an exchange the Psycho Gremlin whips Black to the ropes and explodes from the line of scrimmage, clotheslining Dan out of a 3-point stance! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! COLE Frustration beginning to creep in. The Sooner Bruisers have to be amazed by Dan Black's intestinal fortitude. They told him, after Tony Brannigan was brutally attacked by Drek Stone, to either find another partner or forefit the tag team championship. Black did neither, choosing to go at it alone in the ring. I say that because he has 62 thousand strong behind him, all of whom came to see the return of Tony Brannigan to his hometown. COACH There you go, building Black T up the same way ABC did Notre Dame when the Fighting Irish snatched victory from the jaws of defeat. The Sooner Bruisers aren't Michigan State, baby boy. The only shot Dan Black has of winning is if Big Frank and Uber are jobbed the same way their alma mater were a few weeks ago in Oregon. Dan has to contend with both Bruisers in the ring. They send him for the ride and hot shot on the top rope. Again and again, from each side of the ring. Uber and Big Frank prepare for the final hot shot, but Dan has other things in mind, putting on the brakes and kicking Uber in the shoulder. Frank looks up. BIG FRANK KICK, WHAM...BLACKOUT! Dan returns to his feet and avoids a lunging Soonerline. He spins Uber around and lands a glancing kick to the gut that's enough to double the big guy over, hooking both arms...PITCH BLACK! COLE He got it. Upset in the making! No there isn't. Uber no sells Pitch Black and stiffs the shit outta Dan with a Soonerline! The Psycho Gremlin running circles around Black, howling to the heavens. Big Frank calls for and receives the tag. He places Dan on the top and goes up with him. OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPERPLEX! Black's body bouncing up from the mat like a rubber ball. Frank turns Dan on his back and grinds the elbow into his face as he covers him. ONE... TWO... THREE-- KICKOUT! Snapmare into a reverse chinlock, Frank digging the knee into the spine of the back. Black grimacing in pain. "YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" COACH COLE Holy smokes! It's... COLE & COACH TONY BRANNIGAN! As you'd expect, the fans blow the roof off the AlamoDome as Tony Brannigan powerwalks to the ring, a blood soak bandage wrapped around his forehead. Running on adreanline Tony hops onto the apron and pounds on the top turnbuckle, getting the crowd involved. Black's eyes light up upon spoting Tony urging him on in the corner. Dan rises to a vertical base, firing a succession of back elbows to Big Frank's midsection, sending him off to the ropes and switches from a sleeper hold to his dreaded DRAGON SLEEPER in one fell swoop! COACH How does Black do it? The punishment he's taken would've put the average wrestler out long ago. COLE Dan Black isn't your average wrestler, Coach. He's one of tough son of a bitch. Big Frank tries breaking free by bashing Black upside the head with his fists, to no avail. Black then decides to lift Frank for an inverted suplex, but it's not as simple as it sounds. The Ice Heart flipping Frank in the air and straight down in a 3/4 facelock...OSAKA STREET CUTTER!!! Dan adds to the drama by slowly rolling over to place an arm across Frank's chest. Miles Manchester checking to see if both shoulders are down for no apparent reason. Or is there? ONE... TWO... THREE! NO!! Referee Manchester waving off the pin broken up by Uber just milliseconds before his hand slammed the mat for a third time. The partisan crowd reacting angerily to the--right--decision. Suddenly, Uber joins the side of right and virture and agrees to Earl's demand to exit. Tony Brannigan practically falling over the top rope in hopes of nabbing Dan's attention for a tag. Black sees Tony and denies his request, citing health concerns. COLE No, Dan. What are you doing? Make the tag. I understand your concern, but I can't imagine Tony would risk his health if he didn't think he could go. COACH Oh, shut up, Mikey. Black's totally in the right here. God knows what kind of treatment Brannigan received backstage. They could've hooked him up to IVs or even given him a blood transfusion for all we know. Besides, Danny boy's got Big Frank where he wants him. Reeling. Black brings Frank back to his feet and has to duck a punch, waistlocking the Man of Tomorrow from the rear and hits the first of three suplexes that make up the CHIMERA SUPLEX SEQUENCE -- Tiger, German and Dragon! COLE Dan Black just dealed The Sooner Bruisers a death blow. Here's the count! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Uber AGAIN with the save. Black T had it won there. COACH Say what you will about the guy, but Uber has impeccable timing. COLE I'll give you that. I think the Heavenly Rockers and Holly would too. Uber is rightfully scolded by Miles Manchester. In the background, Black performs a beautifully executed snap suplex and heads to the top. Dan is stunned when Tony rushes over and tags himself in, naturally causing the crowd to ERUPT. The tag is allowed because Uber was still in the ring at the time the exchange was made, leaving the corners unassigned and open for business. And Tony Brannigan is all business once inside, clotheslining both Bruisers. The Sooners rocked by hard rights and big forearm smashes. Dan Black watches from the apron, hands on hips. Is he still mad about the tag or surprise at how well Tony is doing? No matter his view Brannigan is dominating. A pair of atomic drops delivered to the Sooners...and a RUDE AWAKENING for Frank! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! Tony snapmares Frank over and comes off the top with a KNEE DROP TO THE HEAD! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! COACH This is one of the damnest matches I've ever seen, Mikey. First it was Dan Black showing all the guts and determination, fighting the Bruisers on his own, now it's Big Frank. COLE That's how much the OAOAST tag team championship means to both teams. They both want it. But only one team will go home with the gold. Just when it looks like things are totally going in favor of Black T, one reversed Irish whip and a TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM later changes all that. The fresh Uber is tagged in and a pattern develops, that being to turn Tony upside to rush the blood to his head. Uber accomplishes that with a GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! Brannigan sent in and shot back off the ropes...POWER BODYSLAM! ONE... TWO... THRE-- NO! Irish whip to the far corner, Uber charging in...and eats a big boot to the face! The Psycho Gremlin staggers out of the corner as Tony, in no mood to go up to the top does just that, goes up to the top. What follows is no surprise given the amount of blood lost. Tony loses his balance and falls directly into the arms of Uber, who smashes Brannigan's ribs into opposite corners and spikes him into the mat! COLE Oklahoma Stampede! This may be it. COACH How quickly the tide turns. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Dan Black...DIVING HEADBUTT! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" That triggers a brawl between Dan Black and The Sooner Bruisers. Right back where we started. Miles Manchester juggles the task of trying to restore order and keeping Tony Brannigan from endangering himself. Black proves why he's one tough bastard, taking the best Big Frank and Uber have to offer and dishes it back at the same time. Unfortunately, Tony can't do much of anything still lying on the mat motionless, prompting Miles to call for the bell. * DING DING DING * "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE What happened? COACH I think Miles signaled for the bell. COLE But why? I think we may have a double disqualification. Referee Miles Manchester unable to keep the peace. Miles confers with Michael Buffer as OAOAST officials and EMTs once again return to the side of Tony Brannigan. Officials separating Black and the Sooners while EMTs attend to Brannigan. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. I have been informed by Hall of Fame official Sir Miles Manchester that due to the amount of blood lost by Tony Brannigan, which has rendered him unconscious, it is in his best interest that the match be stopped. Therefore, the winners of the match...and NEEEEW professional wrestling tag team champions of the world, Big Frank and Uber Bruiser...THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUUUUUISERS! "BULLSHIT!" "BULLSHIT!" "BULLSHIT!" Frank and Uber end the arguring with Dan Black and OAOAST officials to celebrate their victory, sharing a big hug after finally achieving their goal. Dan Black is absolutely livid. Livid at the referee for stopping the bout and perhaps at himself for allowing Tony to compete knowing the shape he was in. While the Bruisers continue their celebration in the ring, EMTs load Tony onto the stretcher outside and wheel him backstage for the second time tonight. Dan Black SPITING at the feet of the new champions, who are too busy celebrating to pay any attention. COACH Whoever said you can't go home again was right. New tag team champions, The Sooner Bruisers! Sunday night, November 26 LIVE! ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW!

You liar. I don't see that match anywhere in GCF. Update: Almost done with my match. Got the graphics from Papa. We're almost there.

I'm going to guess Adam isn't posting the show. As a result, I figure I'll just take care of it tonight. Either way, quick update: Four of the six matches are posted in the GCF Folder. I'm finishing up the Towel match now. The only one I haven't seen an inkling of has been the Maddix/Cortez vs. GPX match. So, once I'm done with my match, I'll post the show up. I'm going to leave a blank spot for KC's tag match once he's done writing it. And Papa, I don't know how often you read this threads, but if you're seeing this right now: Let me know if you did any graphics for the PPV. If you did, just send them to me. Thanks.

Okay, this feedback thing is getting ridiculous again now. Tony is on strike until people other than himself start posting feedback. Me? I'm not feedbacking it. I'll feedback World Without End though.

yes, my opinion always determines the rise and fall of the popularity of gimmick accounts. douchebag. yeah, cwm. overall, i give you an A... ...for asshole

Woah, buddy. Stop right there. We don't want you offending Alf.

This Pedro situation is a disaster. The Mets might now have the weakest starting rotation in the playoffs.

Leena, didn't they say your IP address matched up with like 35 other posters...?

Hey. Just put this after the other Drek/Hoff segment. Thanks. ---------------------------------------------------------------- We flash away from Double C once again to now find the lovely Ms. Lindsey Gonzalez chatting happily in an empty corridor with Cuban Wall. With her eyes twinkling delightedly, Lindsey can’t help but flash her exquisite smile to her world. She’s powerless to hide it. LINDSEY Can you believe it? Only three more days until PRL finally gets the belt that he’s been chasing for his entire career. I’m so excited for him. CUBAN WALL And we’re going to be there to cheer him the entire time. LINDSEY I’ll tell you, he really deserves this. I’ve never seen anybody more determined and motivated than him. And with Popick in his corner at World Without End, Hoff is going to have no choice but to throw in that towel. With that, Drek and Hoff slowly walk into the scene. Drek, now with his wrists fully taped, has the Heavyweight Title pompously draped over his shoulder. Meanwhile, Hoff has both a blue towel and a pink towel wrapped around his neck. HOFF So I see you have it all figured out? I’m going to be throwing in the towel at World Without End, am I? LINDSEY I know Stephen isn’t throwing in the towel, that’s for damn sure. HOFF Paco… DREK It’s Paca. She’s a woman. HOFF Paca, you need to watch your mouth when you address me. For somebody that’s been stuck managing a winless stable for what seems like years now, you are way too confident. Honey, have you yet realized who Tha Puerto Rican is facing on Sunday? CUBAN WALL I realize that you need to watch the way you talk to her. HOFF ….what?! I don’t even know who the hell you are! Cuban Wall steps closer to Hoff so the former Heavyweight Champion can get a better look. However, before the two superstars can come to blows, Drek Stone steps in the middle. DREK Okay, friends, let’s calm down this a little. Ms. Gonzalez has a point. There’s a chance – as miniscule as it might be – that PRL could walk out of World Without End with the Heavyweight Title. I don’t have any experience with towel matches. This is the first one I’m ever competing in, so yeah, I suppose I am at a disadvantage. Clearly, PRL has some kind of game plan if he’s the one who chose the stipulation. And I guess that means I’m walking into this match completely blind – no true idea of what I’m going to do to win or how I’m going to leave the colossal Alamodome with the Heavyweight Title. Man, I am at a huge weakness, you realize that? LINDSEY What’s your point with all this? DREK Well, the best solution to something unfamiliar has always been practice, practice, practice. I’m absolutely clueless with towel matches right at this very moment. So the only conclusion? Practice! And you guys will help me out! Impromptu towel match right now! Me vs. Cuban Wall! Lindsey and Hoff are the towelholders! Let’s go! LINDSEY No! DREK Hoff, do it! Hoff clears his throat quickly before uttering the three necessary sounds before any match. HOFF Ding ding ding! Before Cuban Wall even has a chance to raise his arms and block himself, Drek charges forward and cracks the gold plate of the Heavyweight Title against the Wall’s head. He immediately falls to the ground clutching his skull, which gives Drek a prime opportunity to callously stomp the Lightning Crew member’s face. Hoff, breaking out of his unbiased position as Drek’s cornerman for a moment, makes sure to help his partner out. Seeing Lindsey trembling with fear though, Hoff immediately stops what he’s doing and stares at the latina beauty. HOFF Come on, honey! Have some fun! It’s a towel match, sweetheart! Hoff tosses the pink towel at Lindsey and then immediately turns to kick Cuban Wall across the bridge of his nose. Wall screams in anguish as Drek looks on with a huge smile. DREK That was a good one, Hoff. Nice job. But you’re my cornerman! Get back in the corner! Hoff turns around to walk away from the melee, but sees Lindsey holding the pink towel over her head and looking ready to fling it in. Hoff, not wanting this joke of a match to end already, runs towards her with the quickness of a cat – if I had to pick one, it’d probably be Garfield -- and wraps his mammoth arms around her waist. This effectively pins her arms against her body and keeps her from throwing in her rag. HOFF Don’t you care about the fans?! You can’t end this already! It’s just getting good! With blood trickling from both of Cuban Wall’s nostrils, the big man tries crawling away from the Heavyweight Champion, but he doesn’t have much luck. Drek, seeing a steel chair innocently sitting only a few feet away from him, slowly folds the weapon up. With a gleam in his eye, he takes a few moments to happily soak in the distressed screams of Lindsey Gonzalez before lifting the chair up – -- AND SMACKING IT AGAINST THE BACK OF CUBAN WALL’S HEAD! The fans in Austin collectively groan as Lindsey wails uncontrollably, begging Hoff and Drek to stop the onslaught. Meanwhile, Hoff looks faux concerned himself. HOFF Drek….Drek! Are you okay?! With Cuban Wall basically dead weight at this point, Drek grabs a solid hold of his hair with both hands. HOFF OH MY GOD! DREK, YOU’RE IN TROUBLE! LINDSEY, LOOK AT THIS! DREK’S IN TROUBLE! Mocking Lindsey, he shakes her around like a ragdoll, loudly screaming into her ear. HOFF SHOULD I…SHOULD I THROW IN THE TOWEL?! DO YOU WANT ME TO THROW IN THE TOWEL?! Now that Cuban Wall has been rendered powerless, Drek begins yanking the big man across the floor by his hair to a nearby stairwell. HOFF OH GOD! WON’T YOU PLEASE JUST TELL ME IF YOU WANT ME TO THROW IN THE TOWEL?! After a few moments of struggling – pulling someone across the floor by their hair is hard work, as I’m sure you know -- Drek finally gets Cuban Wall close enough to the stairs. But Hoff is still concerned. HOFF OH GOD, I CAN’T LOOK! Drek, think about your career! I’m gonna…I’m gonna throw in the towel! I HAVE TO! Ignoring the H-Man’s screams, Drek notices Cuban Wall beginning to stir. With a loud groan, the Wall wipes the blood away from his nose and tries to sit up. But Drek is ready and waiting. Ending Cuban Wall’s comeback before it can even start, Drek steps back and gives the Wall a hard kick across the jaw – -- SENDING THE BIG MAN TUMBLING DOWN THE STAIRS!! The deafening thud of Cuban Wall hitting the bottom of the stairway echoes in the hallway as Lindsey Gonzalez hysterically sobs in Hoff’s arms. With a chuckle, Hoff finally lets Lindsey go. She immediately tosses her pink towel down to her feet and speeds down the stairwell to get to her Lightning Crew partner. Smirking, Hoff picks up the Heavyweight Title and hands it to Drek Stone. HOFF Congratulations! So now you’re 1-0 in towel matches! PRL ain’t got nothing on you! DREK It was tough. Cuban Wall was a major challenge, I’ll give him that. But I’m UNSTOPPABLE in towel matches. HOFF That Lindsey Gonzalez was a tough one to crack though. She didn’t want to throw in that towel for anything. DREK I saw, I saw. But you stood strong! You stood calm and you stood your ground! HOFF I WAS calm, wasn’t I? DREK You know it! With Lindsey Gonzalez screaming loudly for paramedics to attend the injured Cuban Wall… …Hoff calmly drapes his blue towel emblazoned with a golden H back around his neck… …and Drek Stone walks away with his hands in his pockets, whistling cheerfully to himself. Drek Stone is now up to a 1-0 record in towel matches. And Tha Puerto Rican is down one member of the Lightning Crew for Sunday.

The scene cuts to the locker room where the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion Drek Stone is methodically taping his right wrist. The fans instinctively break out into a wild chorus of boos as Drek slowly wraps the athletic tape around his arm, over and over. Once he’s content with the job he’s done, he shifts over and begins taping his left wrist. In the midst of this project though, Hoff steps into the room. HOFF Drek, what the hell are you doing? DREK Getting ready. HOFF Getting ready for what? You’re changing into your wrestling gear, but you don’t even have a match tonight! With a grin, Drek stops wrapping the tape around his arm for a second. DREK That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t get ready for a battle anyway, of course. He then looks down and starts once again. HOFF Drek, I’m getting a little worried here. Have you even started thinking about a strategy for this Sunday? DREK Heh. HOFF Heh? DREK Hoff, are you joking? We don’t need a strategy. It’s real simple. You don’t ever throw in that towel and we don’t ever lose this match. That’s it! I’ll fight with PRL until the crystal ball drops in Times Square and we’re celebrating New Year’s Eve 2010. As long as you don’t throw in that towel, the Heavyweight belt is staying with me. HOFF Now I know you’re smarter than this. DREK Oh, you’d be surprised. HOFF Let me put it to you this way. I’m not going to watch my only friend in the OAOAST turn into a cripple on Sunday. If PRL destroys you at World Without End – and I mean, he really has you down and out – I’m throwing in that towel. DREK NO! Drek takes his roll of masking tape and angrily flings it across the room. DREK You are NOT to throw in your towel at ANY cost. You understand?! HOFF If… DREK No! There are no exceptions! I don’t care what PRL does. If he starts swinging an axe like he’s CWM the Lumberkjack and chops off both my legs, so be it. If he straps me down to a chair and forces me to watch AND understand that entire storyline between Rick Edwards and Father, let him! HOFF That WAS really confusing, I have to admit. DREK And I don’t care if PRL forces me to wear a pair of Coke-bottle eyeglasses and turns me into Schaeffer II: Electric Boogaloo. No matter what, you do NOT throw in that towel. You have no reason to do it. Have you really forgotten just how much of a bastard I’ve been to you in the past? HOFF I thought we agreed to put everything in the past behind us. DREK Well, for one night – and one night only – I want you to remember everything. Hoff, you should WANT to see me get ripped apart. You should WANT to hear me screaming in agony. To see the blood dripping off my forehead. Think about it. How much have I put you through in the past? HOFF Don’t remind me. DREK Come on. Think about it. I’ve left you laying unconscious more times in the ring that I care to remember. I screwed you out of winning my Heavyweight Title not once but twice! One of which was in your OWN hometown! HOFF Believe me, I haven’t forgotten that. DREK I’ve banged chairs over your gigantic melon of a skull and given you so many concussions that I heard even Troy Aikman once said “Damn, that brother needs to take better care of his head.” The crowd collectively boos since we are, of course, in Austin – and not that Austin fans as a whole necessarily cheer for the Dallas Cowboys, but we’ll pretend Texas is just one big happy state. So, yeah. Booooooooooo. HOFF Yeah, I know. DREK Come on Hoff. There’s been so many times I’ve hurt you and embarrassed you in the ring. In the locker room. In the parking lot. From state to state, all around America. From New York to Minneapolis to Los Angeles to Houston. We’ve battled all over the nation and each time, I tried to end your career. So don’t you TELL ME that at World Without End, you don’t want me to see what’s coming to me. I want you to be LOOKING FORWARD to potentially seeing me get my ass kicked. I want you to be cheering for PRL even more than Popick is. I want you to love EVERY SINGLE SECOND of my torture so that you don’t ever try to bring it to its end! Are you with me, Hoff?! I’ve kicked your ass SO MANY TIMES BEFORE…shortened your career by who the hell knows how many years…solely kept you from achieving your true legacy in the record books…have single-handedly turned you into one of the most hated superstars in the OAOAST history by simply aligning myself with you… HOFF I really don’t think I like you much at all anymore. DREK THAT’S THE SPIRIT! And now I KNOW you’re ready for World Without End! Come on, my man. Drek puts his arm around Hoff’s neck and begins walking out of the locker room with him. DREK We got some work to do. And now we cut back to the ring. Or another backstage area. Whatever makes PK’s life easier.

Duque was a great postseason pitcher....about ten years ago. I definitely don't like him being in that position in 2006 though. It's amazing how fast the wheels have fallen off.

I believe they said Glavine might not necessarily start Game 1. They were leaning towards El Duque pitching Game 1 with Glavine taking Game 2. That's according to the New York newspapers though.

The Mets knew they had potential pitching problems back in July and could have helped them a little by acquiring Barry Zito. At least there wouldn't be this complete panic now seeing Pedro fall apart before everybody's eyes.

What do you mean. The moderators have already said I'm not a double, nor gimmick account in their witch hunt of me. Didn't they say your IP address matched up with like 35 other posters...?

CM Punk looked like a tool there. That's what bad writing will do to you.

I thought the two meshed very well together after the commercial. As long as RVD and Holly stick to hardcore-style matches against each other, their chemistry is pretty good.

With the Mets in a sudden freefall, and the question marks now surrounding Pedro's and Beltran's health, I'm feeling much more nervous about this team than I was two weeks ago.

Yeesh. Well, this was a bit of a blunder.

Carlito, you need a personal revelation thread for me to mock. I'm not sure what else to do with you.

I like Czech.

Back on September 11th, Netslob was afraid that a plane was going to hit the Nabisco factory and scorched cookie crumbs were going to fly out of the windows. Once that priority had been taken care of, his heart grew hard.

JNetslob doesn't care if you're going to ridicule him for his opinion. Which is why he suddenly began regularly posting under a new username a few days after his comments.

Carlito is the guy on the right, of course. He'll reach through that computer screen and fuck yo' shit up and stuff.

Because your a nerd.