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TV-14 L,V * DUN DUN DUN DUNNA, DUN DUN DUNNA * Across a river, over a bunch of mountains, through fields, sweeping past trees and bushes, hovering over the skyline of New York City, the OAOAST logo flies through the air...before sweeping down, brushing past an elderly man who seems understandably shocked to see six over-sized letters fly past him. The logo continues going, nearing a house...which luckily, a woman is leaving, meaning the logo can sweep through the open door, continuing on down the hallfway and into the living room where a young kid is sat on his computer. It sweeps past him, hitting the computer...which explodes with a flash, lighting up much to the kid shock and delight. THE OAOAST...WHAT THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD IS READING~! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! B O O M ~! The camera pans over a ROARING crowd inside the Alamodome. SCHIAVONE (Off-Screen) Live from the Alamodome in San Antonio, Texas...welcome to OAOAST World Without End! SWOOP~ over to our hosts atop the world famous INTERVIEW STAGE! LIVE SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS SCHIAVONE Hi, everyone! Tony Schiavone and Jesse “The Body” Ventura coming to you live from OAOAST Syndicated for an explosive Pay-Per-View tonight! We’re going to have everything tonight! Three titles on the line! A street fight! A possible retirement match! A Chamber of Hell match! And, for the Heavyweight Title of the world, a match we haven’t seen in almost twelve years now…a towel match! VENTURA Let me tell you something Tony, tonight has the potential to create tremendous shockwaves that will be felt in the OAOAST years from now! We have an interpromotional match with Landon Maddix and Todd Cortez – from the federation I don’t wish to name – to do battle with the Global Party Xchange. SCHIAVONE Maddix and Cortez have quite the history together, Jesse. VENTURA How do you know that? Playing for the other team? SCHIAVONE I… VENTURA Take that statement anyway you want by the way, Tony. Yes, Landon and Todd have had their trouble in the past. Many people have. But so many superstars have learned to put their bad blood aside for the good of their careers. And I think Maddix and Cortez are going to do that masterfully tonight. I’m taking them. SCHIAVONE We also have the Sooner Bruisers taking on Black T for the tag team titles. VENTURA The Sooner Bruisers have made a huge impact in the OAOAST since arriving on the scene, leaving a path of broken bodies along the way. Well tonight, they’re running into the most successful tag team the federation has ever seen – and that ain’t just no hyperbole I’m talking, Tony. Who’s going to win? While Black T are still at the peak of their careers, I think the Bruisers just may be a little hungrier. SCHIAVONE Of course, I need to mention the match between Longdogger Pete and Peter Knight. Knight has promised to retire right here tonight if he can’t beat Pete. Jesse, for all the great things PK has accomplished here in the OAOAST, could we be seeing the last of him? VENTURA I like Peter Knight, don’t get me wrong. But Longdogger Pete has consistently been getting under his skin the past few months. It seems like everything Pete has done has been effective in throwing PK over his game. And I’m worried, for as good as PK is, he may have finally written a check tonight that his ass can’t cash. And I’ll leave it at that. SCHIAVONE And then we come to the street fight. Zack Malibu and Leon Rodez teaming up once again to take on Bruce Blank and Bloodshed. VENTURA Oh, this is going to be a bloodbath. Talk about four superstars that don’t like each other. But you want to know something, Schiavone? Zack Malibu has nobody but himself to blame here. He brought these two SWF rejects – yes, I know I promised not to say their name but I’m throwing disregard to the wind here – to the federation and asked them to do their worst to help him against the GPX and Jaime O’Hara. Then, once they did that, he suddenly decided they were too hardcore for them and wanted them to stop. Well, Tony, he couldn’t stop them. He hasn’t been able to in months. And I am seriously doubting he can do it tonight. I hate to see Blank and Bloodshed win on OAOAST turf…but I think those two are monsters that may be impossible to destroy. SCHIAVONE And then…of course…the Chamber from Hell II. They say many sequels can’t live up to the original, but Jesse, I have a strong feeling this one will do that and more. VENTURA Six superstars are going to let it all out and put their lives on the line for the Heartland Title. Brock Ausstin versus Alfdogg versus Thunderkid versus Reject versus Colombian Heat versus Gunner Sharps for a title that each one of them respect and desperately want to come out of the chamber with. I shudder to think what these six superstars are going to do once they’re locked in this thing. As for who is going to come out on top…I’m going to go with the ONLY MAN in that match that has managed to make a true name for himself in the record books. The most experienced one of them all. Alfdogg, I’m going with you! SCHIAVONE And then finally, we have the Main Event! A towel match for the OAOAST Heavyweight Championship between Drek Stone and Puerto Rican Lightning! Hoff and Stephen Joseph Popick will be in their respective corners cheering them on. Once either man throws in the towel…it’s over! VENTURA Drek Stone and PRL were always two of those guys that I thought were so similar that they would become close allies in the OAOAST. Well, as we can see, that hasn’t happened. In fact, a dangerous rivalry has developed between the two of them. PRL has showed in the past few weeks that, despite Drek’s confidence, Puerto Rican Lightning could be one of the biggest challenges Drek Stone has ever faced. He can fly like Drek. He can cheat like Drek. He can do everything the Heavyweight Champion can do – and, as some people might feel, can possibly do it better. But the true question here…the one that will REALLY need to be answered…who has a stronger stomach? Hoff or Popick? Who can watch their best friend get pummeled in that ring and resist the urge to throw in the towel? SCHIAVONE Arnold Skaaland threw in the towel to save Bob Backlund from the Camel Clutch! Helen Hart threw in the towel to save her son Bret from the Crossface Chicken Wing! And tonight…either Hoff or Stephen Popick will throw in the towel to join those two in the record books. Who will it be? Only time can tell! VENTURA I think it’s time we finally get down to the ring and kick this off/ SCHIAVONE Here we go!

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.

Giambi should have given A-Rod a lecture on properly tearing ligaments right before the playoffs. Alex hasn't shown the heart Giambi has when it comes to getting injured at extremely inappropriate times.