Adam

Tony or Eski, or whoever operates JINGUS: Is he free?

Some of the most excruciating pain ever. Very tender afterwards. But make sure you ask the person doing it about only having cold showers etc. for the 24 hours following the wax, otherwise you're more likely to get pimples or ingrown hairs, or a rash.

Alrighty. Very, very solid show, from the gigantic writing efforts of guys like Alf, PFL and what will be a very long IronTag; to the entertaining title matches, surprising title changes, and even more surprising alignments and returns. Yes, I knew ahead of time that I was returning, but even I was surprised to see that I had written something. I'm off to read the show in much greater detail, and until such time as I return, well done guys.

Decent.

Almost forgot the greatest HD Main Event ever... Run. For. The. Fucking. Gold.

I call for Climax last year to be included in the MOTY Candidates, only because of personal attachment, and because we cut it off at November last year. Oh, and I'll play Devil's Advocate and suggest these for MOTY: Axel vs. Ragdoll, Las Vegas Deathmatch, Climax - Now, before I go any further, say whatever you want about me nominating my own stuff, but as I've said to Hoff, to Ken and to NYU, I'm fucking proud of this match, and I'm not just nominating it because of that reason, Popick said himself that it was one of the best matches he's read. Drek Stone vs. Hoff, OAOAST Championship, AngleMania - Say what you want about people leaving, taking their ball and going home, whatever cliche people are using today. Hoff did a great job on this one... Drek Stone vs. Axel, OAOAST Championship, AngleMania - ...and Drek did a superb job with this one.

Yeah, well unfortunately my hair even had a nickname in High School - the 'Persian Rug'. I got over it pretty quickly, and its warm in winter having a hairy chest, but I couldn't accept the back.

He's a Melbourne supporter. He won't be missed.

6'3, 215. Biggest Australian here.

You should be.

....my god. I just read from page 4, I knew something was up when this jumped 5 pages overnight.

complied

No you couldn't.

Axel will be in-ouse the hiz-ouse

I'm sure you'll do a fine job Parka, no pressure at all mate, just go with it.

I'm upset I'm not on any lists, although FS didn't mention his, so I'm sure I'm on that.

Okay, she's up. If I'm still awake when I get the other two matches, I'll put them in, but Zack and Eski, if you want to put your matches in when they're done, go ahead.

A OAOAST ENTERTAINMENT Production DIRECTED BY Nice Guy Adam WRITTEN BY LaParkaYourCar Mystery Eskimo Ed Wood Caulfield Nice Guy Adam Zack Malibu KC Alfdogg Peter Knight Tony149 GRAPHICS BY Papacita MAIN TITLES KC OAOAST CREATED BY CWM Anglesault Tony149 PRODUCERS Mystery Eskimo KC Chuck Woolery Alfdogg Crystal Stephen Joseph Nice Guy Adam CREATIVE CONSULTANT Patty O'Green OAOAST PRESIDENT EXECUTIVE PRODUCER Zack Malibu © 2005 OAOAST Entertainment All Rights Reserved.

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~! We get a cold opening to the parking lot, as just in time for the show, a long white stretch is pulling up into the arena. The number plate gives away exactly who's inside. "UP5TART5". First to leave the limo, Scotty Static, taking a deep breath of cold, Nova Scotia evening air with a beaming smile on his face. Johnny Jax is right behind him, patting his partner on the back. Next to leave is Jamie O'Hara, used to the cold, being British and all. Then, of course, there's PIMPHEMOTH~! himself, Bohemoth...and finally, the HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion of the World, Christian Wright. Oh, and don't forget the World Champion. JOSEPH Are we ready guys? A collective murmour of agreement goes up. JOSEPH World Without End, I reckon we did okay. We certainly showed the world something. Tonight, I want improvement. A total clean sweep from you guys. Remember, this World Title paid for you guys riding in style tonight. So you can bet I won't be giving this belt up tonight, no matter how worthy a challenger PRL is. Christian, I'm sure you feel the same as far as your title and Dan Black go. WRIGHT Oh, undoubtedly. Tonight, The Ice Heart shall cease palputating in the middle of that squared circle, for all to bear witness! JOSEPH ...uhm, yeah. Bigman? No problems with Brannigan? BOHEMOTH *removes glasses* Not at all. JOSEPH Haha, good to hear. And now, the final piece of the puzzle. Scotty, Johnny...no mistakes this month. You've got 30 Minutes and just incase, I'm sending Jamie out with you for some added insurance. This time, I want those Tag Team Titles off of Rodez and Malibu! You did good Thursday, I want you to do good for me again tonight. STATIC No problems, brah! Tonight, we're gonna kick it old school...which means, we win, they lose. JAX Old man Malibu ain't gonna make 10 minutes, let alone 30. No sweat Big Poppa, no sweat. Tonight, we be takin' our belts back! SJ nods knowingly, with a broad smile, before pointing the way towards the arena... In Memory Of Eddie Guerrero 1967-2005 R.I.P (V.O) And now, in association with TheSmartmarks.com, the OAOAST proudly presents...NOVEMBER REIGN!! Pyro! L! I! V! E! LIVE! Or, EVIL!, for our dislexic friends. And we are EVIL! in Halifax, Nova Scotia on a late November night, where it is bloody cold. I know the feeling, believe me. But while it's cold outside, it's redhot in the arena because the OAOAST are in town and it's Pay Per View. Which means a monthly paycheck for those relics from the 80s, chryogenically frozen and thawed once per mo...oh, wait. You didn't read that. Honest. No, don't go back and re-read it and check. You didn't read that. It was never there. Ever. You just imagined it. *shifty eyes* Some shots of the sold out Halifax crowd follow, and then we go straight to Tony Schiavone and Jesse Ventura, who are directly in front of the giant sword! SCHIAVONE *shivers* Oh boy it's cold. VENTURA They probably didn't thaw you out properly. SCHIAVONE ...WE ARE LIVE! And tonight, we are North of the border in Nova Scotia, where tonight the remnants of the Thanksgiving celebrations carry over to tonight. Of course, Canada celebrated IT'S Thanksgiving before us Americans, but then again, we can't fault them simply for poor timekeeping. Because we've been made very welcome here in the lead up to tonight, isn't that right Jess? VENTURA I wouldn't know Tony. SOME of us have jobs for the other 30 days per month that they're not on OAOAST Television. SCHIAVONE Indeed. Well, whenever it was for you, a belated Thanksgiving from myself and Jesse. Tonight, there will be no good will and thanksgiving though, as The Upstarts continue their war with the OAOAST's veterans. We have the Tag Team Titles on the line in a 30 Minute IronTag Match, the HI-YAH Heavyweight Title on the line and a battle of the bigmen tonight...as well as Stephen Joseph doing battle with his good friend, Puerto Rican Lightning, for the World Title in our main event, a match which my colleague here will be officiating! VENTURA You’re damn right Tony, I have a tough job tonight, both competitors are amazing, and both of them would make great champions. SCHIAVONE Sitting firmly on the fence Jesse? VENTURA Damn right. FONZIE Right down the middle, daddy! VENTURA And that ain't all Tony. Besides The Upstarts and their 'conflict'...we've got The Dream Machines, Exploding Again over the X-Division Title! We've got classic Survivor Series action with the return of The Deadly Alliance to take on S.H.I...and, from the Tag Team Division. Plus, that Torneo Cibernetica dealy involving the Women's Division. Don't ask me to explain it, someone else'll deal with that. SCHIAVONE Plus, a whole lot more here tonight at November Reign! Lets send it down to Michael Buffer for our opening contest! Looking dapper in a tuxedo, Michael Buffer stands mid-ring with a microphone in hand. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, our opening bout is an eight-man elimination tag team match! Single-elimination rules apply. Elimination occurs via pinfall, submission, countout or disqualification. Let's meet the teams. The jeers from the crowd nearly drown out "Chase" in the background, but the team of the New New Midnight Express and South Central Militia embrace the hostile crowd, jawing with many of the fans on their way to the ring. Jim Cornette sits on the middle rope and holds the middle and top ropes up for all 4 members of his team, then puts his foot down on the bottom rope for Shyanne to enter. COACH Halle Berry eat your heart out, girl. That's a real sister in there. Look at here, fellas. Isn't she lovely? COLE She definitely isn't special, I tell you that right now. Holly-Wood is still recovering from the 3 piledrivers sustained at the hands of that young lady. I shouldn't even call her a lady. That woman is a cold-hearted bitch! BUFFER Introducing first, being led to the ring by the legendary Jim Cornette and the foxiest honey in South Central L.A., Shyanne; at a total combine weight of 995 pounds, Marcellus Wallace and Vincent Santana, the SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA, and the former two-time OAOAST tag team champions of the world, Sarcastic Simon and team captain "The Handsome Hustler" Ned Blanchard, the NEW NEW MIDNIGHT EXXXXXPRESSSSS! Ladies and gentlemen, this is Jim Cornette Enterprises! Jim Cornette holds the tennis racket up in the air as he whoops and hollers from the middle rope. The New New Midnight Express worshipping their manager from a knee, pointing up at him. The SCM remain at a distance but politely clap for the man signing their checks. COLE Who the hell made Ned team captain? I'm willing to bet that was done to feed his ego because we all know Blanchard is not a leader. He's an ass-- * BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BAM! * Not only does the pyro explode, so do the fans as "G's & Soilders" hits, signaling the arrival of the Heavenly Rockers and Sooner Bruisers. Synth and Logan run out onto the stage and point to the fans, the Sooner Bruisers following them out. The Man of Tomorrow, Frank Frankensteiner shows off the biceps as baby brother Frankie runs in and out of the Originals and Upstarts entrances like a revolving door. The Sooners and Heavenly Rockers head to the ring as a unit, with Synth showing Frankie how to play air guitar all the way down the ramp. BUFFER And their opponents. Lead by co-captains Logan Mann and Frank Frankensteiner, weighing in at a total of 955 pounds, the teams of the SOONER BRUISERS and the greatest rock 'n' wrestling band of all-time, the HEAVENLY RRRRRRROOOOOOOOCKERRRRRRRRRSSSSSS! They are Rock 'n' Wrestling! The Midnights and SCM assemble outside, giving the Heavenly Rockers and Sooners Bruisers the spotlight. They watch in utter comtempt as all 4 heros pose on separate turnbuckles, sending fans and ringside photographers into a frenzy. Jim Cornette and Frank Frankensteiner huddle with their respective teams. Ned proves Michael Cole correct, breaking away from the team he's captaining to flirt with a fan's girlfriend ringside. He isn't the only captain to not pay attention. Rock 'n' Wrestling co-captain Logan Mann seizes the opportunity to strike at his hated foe, swinging over the top rope to the arena floor and blindsiding the Handsome Hustler with a double-axehandle to the head! "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" COLE Oh, would you look at this! Christmas came early for Logan, who finally has his hands on the Handsome Hustler. Logan wasting no time going after Blanchard, the man who has put both he and Holly through hell over the last year. All because Ned couldn't get Holly in the sack. What a despicable human being. COACH Yeah, paint Ned as the sex-crazed manic. You don't think Logan brags about the woman he gets to go to bed with every night? He's a rock star. Of course he does. Rock stars have groupies. We in the wrestling business call them ring rats. Just looking at Ned and the way he talks about the woman he wants to conquest, he's such a romantic. If I were a woman, I'd choose Ned over Logan in a heartbeat. I'd probably wake up sore in the morning, but at least I knew I was treated like a lady. CABOOSE Absolute bedlam. The referee has no control over this match. COACH Exactly. Charles Robinson oughta disqualifiy the Heavenly Rockers and Sooner Bruisers, like right now. COLE Oh, shut up! COACH First admendment, son. Logan rams Ned face-first into the arena floor. The protective mats outside doing little in the way of protecting. Sarcastic Simon and the SCM go to aid Ned, but they're cut off by Synth and the Sooner Bruisers. The crowd goes bananas as a pier-six erupts on the arena floor. They use everything that isn't nailed down -- timekeepers tables, chairs, guardrails, etc. Logan sends Jim Cornette scampering after catching the clown prince of polyester trying to cheapshot him with the racket. Cornette waddles into the ring and runs right into a clothesline by referee Charles Robinson! COLE Oh, yeah! Charles in charge. COACH What was that for? The referee isn't supposed to get physically involved with the competitors. As Logan kicks Cornette out of the ring, Hustler Ned nails him with a knee to the spine of the back. Blanchard pumpels Logan against the ropes with right hands. The crowd goes NUCLEAR as Logan and Ned trade blows. Unable to fend off the onslaught from Logan, the Handsome Hustler drives the knee into the mid-section and whips Mann to the ropes, presumably to buy himself some time. The plan backfires as Logan comes off the ropes with a full head of steam and knocks Blanchard off his feet with an running elbow right between the eyes. Logan follows Ned out of the ring and rams him into the guardrail, shouting: "Bleed, motherfucker!" COLE We apologize for that, ladies and gentlemen. COACH First admendment, son. And for the record, Logan is the motherfu-- Ned swings around the ringpost and into the ring, shaking off the cobwebs. He quickly tags out in favor of Marcellus "One-Eye" Wallace. One-Eye doesn't waste any time going to work, catching Logan coming back in with a boot to the head. He chops Logan down like a big oak tree with double-axehandle smashes. Not even bothering with any wrestling moves. A scoope slam and many elbows later, Mann is brought back to his feet and nailed with a couple of hard rights before being sent to the ropes. He ducks a back elbow but gets caught on the rebound attempting a cross bodyblock. Marcellus looks to powerslam Logan, but Synth comes in and dropkicks Logan down onto One-Eye. ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! COLE Oh, Synth almost had him. To reinerate, fans, unlike this past Thursday night, this 8-man tag is single-elimination. CABOOSE In other words, you must defeat all 4 members of the opposing team. COLE Exactly. An elimination occurs via pinfall, submission, countout or disqualification. Tag made by the Heavenly Rockers. COACH See? The Heavenly Rockers and the Sooner Bruisers don't like each other. Notice how Logan tagged Synth and not one of the Sooners. COLE You're reaching, Coach. Synth is slingshotted into the ring by Logan, and wipes out Marcellus with a clothesline. That twice broken right arm, though colorfully bandage, showing no ill effects. Synth covers but One-Eye shoves him off at two. Marcellus rushes to his feet and viciously clotheslines the Synthmeister. He stomps the head before reaching down and picking up the Synthmeister. Face-first into the top turnbuckle goes Synth. One-Eye keeps Synth trapped in the corner, driving the point of the elbow into the side of the face, and tagging out. Enters Simon, who... * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Simon grins arrogantly as he forces Charles Robinson to push him away after not allowing Synth time to get out of the corner. He grins because Ned and the SCM triple-team Synth in the background, unbeknownst to the referee who is still having words for Simon. Ned chokes Synth with the tag rope, while the SCM step in and work over the mid-section with a fury of rights and lefts. Logan and the Sooner Bruisers pleas to get the referee to turn around fall on deaf ears. Logan takes matters into his own hands. He decks Sarcastic Simon with a left and leaps into the corner of J.C.E., looking for a piece of Ned, who jumps off the apron and stutter-struts away, taunting Mann. The referee gets Logan out of the ring. Simon suplexes Synth out of the corner and follows it up with a double-stomp to the stomach. He lifts Synth's head off the mat and laughs in his face, then SLAPS him. Simon kicks Synth in the face before perching himself on the top rope. Simon points toward the Rock 'n' Wrestling corner and flips them off. But they get the last laugh, as Simon jumps down from the top and eats a face full of boots! COLE Singleton paid for that one. I believe he was attempting a top rope double-stomp, which surely would of knocked the air out of Synth and gotten him eliminated, but he spent too much time taunting and it came back to haunt him. CABOOSE It's vital for J.C.E. to prevent Synth from making the tag. They have him down, and aren't far off from having him out. Cornette should send a man in to drag Synth closer to their corner. Simon remains on his back, clutching his jaw and kicking his legs. Synth rolls across the ring and makes the tag...to the Man of Tomorrow, Frank Frankensteiner. COLE Uh-oh. Things about to get worse before they get better for Singleton. Frank picks Simon up by his curly golden brown hair and plants him into the canvas with a belly-to-belly suplex for two. He brings Simon back up and shoots him off to the ropes, pressing Singleton into the air and throwing him onto Ned as the Handsome Hustler steps in to assist his partner. The ripped muscle-man drops to his knees and flexes both biceps. Frank cockily smiles as the crowd erupts, thinking the cheers are for him when it's for Logan Mann, who zooms past the Man of Tomorrow and pounces on his hated rival Ned Blanchard, drilling his fist into the handsome face of the Handsome Hustler. Ned doing his best to cover up. COACH Look at the intensity in Logan's eyes. I've never seen that look in him before. The man has snapped. COLE Wouldn't you, too, if the person you deeply cared about was brutally assaulted? I know I would. COACH There's plenty of other broads out there. Ned's teammates enter and trigger another pier-six brawl as they all go after Logan. With the referee focused on restoring order, he doesn't see Shyanne grab Logan's afro and pull him out of the ring. Logan points at Shyanne and calls her a bitch. No love lost here, for the woman who piledrove his girl 3 times. Logan cocks his fist. Shyanne shields herself behind the ringpost. Ringside fans scream at Logan to turn around. He does just in the nick of time to grab the TENNIS RACKET out of the hands of Jim Cornette. Cornette cowers in fear as Logan approaches. But Mann is hit from behind with a knee from Ned that sends him running into the ringpost. Inside the ring, the heels gain the upper hand with triple eye rakes. Synth and the Sooners reverse a trio of Irish whips and deliver triple OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEXES! As the heels get back on their feet, the faces clothesline them over the top rope! Ned sneaks back into the ring and rolls Frank up with a school boy! COLE Ned isn't the legal man! COACH (giggly) Human error. Human error! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Blanchard puts his martial arts background to good use, nailing Frank square in the jaw with a sidekick. He tags Vincent Santana, who hits a big legdrop before going for the cover which is good enough for a two. Santana backs the big man in the ropes and rocks him with closed fists. He fires the Man of Tomorrow off to the ropes and takes him off his feet with a diving shoulderblock. Vincent goes for the quick cover. Frank again kicking out at two. Santana follows Frank in with a clothesline after sending him to the corner. He attempts to do the same a second time, but Frank puts up the boot! Frank sprints over to his corner and tags in his younger brother, the "Pyscho Gremlin" Frankie Frankensteiner. Frankie makes an immediate impact, hitting Santana with the TOP ROPE BULLDOG! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Marcellus breaks up the pin. Frankie brings Vincent to the face side of the ring and exposes Santana's ribs for Synth, who accepts the tag and kicks Vincent in the ribcage. Following a bodyslam, Synth goes up to the middle turnbuckle and misses an elbow drop. Synth immediately clutches his right arm, prompting Jim Cornette to scream at Vincent to target it. Santana does just that, stomping on the arm before applying an armbar and taking Synth over to the heel corner. After a tag, Simon comes off the top with a double-axehandle to the arm. Full armdrag and twist into a single-arm DDT by Simon, who quickly clamps on a hammerlock. COACH I've been told Simon refers to his single-arm DDT as Divorce Court. It's painful and nasty, as Synth just found out. COLE Synth's in real big trouble here. The team of the New New Midnight Express and South Central Militia now beginning to target the arm, an arm that has been broken on two occasions. I fear we're moments away from that happening a third time if Synth isn't able to make a tag. Singleton repeatedly drives the knee into the locked arm, tightening his grip on the hold afterwards. Chants of "SYNTH" get the Synthmeister going as he sits up and gets back to a vertical base, delivering an back elbow to the side of Simon's head to free himself. Synth hits the ropes and leaps over Simon as he drops down, but is kicked in the back of the head on the rebound by Ned. Simon capitalizes with a hammerlock slam. A simplistic and effective maneuver. Blanchard accepts Simon's tag and stomps Synth in the sternum befoe ramming him into the turnbuckle. He grabs Synth's bad arm and slams it on the top turnbuckle, then wraps it around the top rope and tugs down on it. Ned only lets go after the referee begins administering the count to break or face disqualification. Ned tries slamming the arm on the turnbuckle again, but Synth blocks it by putting his left hand on the top rope and nailing Ned in the gut with a back elbow. Synth grimaces and grabs his right arm, his knees buckling. The impact of the blow shooting up the bad arm. Ned exploits the opening by going for a hammerlock slam, but Synth slaps him with the palm of his left hand on the way up and sets Blanchard up for the DDT a.k.a. Percussion. Ned quickly counters with a double-leg takedown. He sets his feet under Synth's shoulderblades and CATAPULTS him into the corner, but Synth lands safely on the middle rope and leaps back, executing a perfect CROSS BODYBLOCK. However, Synth is unable to make the cover as he comes down on his right elbow, the concussion of the impact reverberating throughout his right arm. Ned calls Simon in, and the two proceed to whip Synth to the ropes and nail him with a double back elbow to the chest. Blanchard baits Logan into the ring by slapping him, buying his team time to put the boots to Synth. Jim Cornette and Shyanne watch proudly from the outside. COLE Damnit! The Midnights and SCM quadruple-teaming Synth behind the ref's back. Oh, yeah, Jim Cornette and Shyanne really loving this. What scum they are. After the damaging has been done, Simon and the SCM casually return to the apron and act like nothing happened. Ned makes the exchange to Vincent Santana. Vincent shocks the wrestling world by applying an ARMBAR~! Synth reminds everybody he knows a thing or two about wrestling, taking Vincent over with an armdrag. CABOOSE Not quite Ricky Steamboat, but it worked. COACH If the world comes to an end tonight, I won't be surprised. Vincent and Synth using wrestling moves. Wrestling moves! COLE It sure did, Caboose. And I'm sure the South Central Militia haven't forgotten about what happened this past Thursday night on Thanksgiving HeldDOWN~! when they were eliminated by the Heavenly Rockers from the 10 team elimination tag match. COACH It was a fluke pin that would make the Sk8ter Boiz blush. The SCM were at a disavantage. COLE Their team had the advantage! COACH They didn't know much about their teammates besides the New New Midnight Express. But the Heavenly Rockers didn't celebrate for long, they got eliminated shortly thereafter. COLE Thanks to outside interference by the South Central Militia. COACH If you say so. Synth comes at Vincent with a surge of engery, chopping Santana with his left hand. Santana puts an end to the rally with a knee to the mid-section, followed by a big forearm shot. He backs Synth up with kicks to the gut, then whips him across the ring as he hits the ropes himself. Vincent goes for his running forearm smash, but Synth rolls through and makes the tag to Logan, just as Vincent does the same...tagging NED! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE Here we go! The encounter we've all been waiting months for. Logan and Ned, officially one on one. Or so we think. Ned immediately tags out after seeing Logan tag in, letting Simon do his dirty work. But it's not Simon who gets to Logan first; it's Marcellus Wallace. One-Eye is brought down with a running axehandle smash to the face. Logan goes up to the top and connects with a missle dropkick. Mann peaks over at the heel corner, checking Blanchard's whereabouts, and sees the Handsome Hustler conferring with Jim Cornette on the outside. Vincent Santana tries blindsiding Mann, but is caught charging in with a kick to the mid-section and then taken over with a hiptoss. Simon accomplishes what the SCM couldn't: stop Mann. A clothesline and many knife-edge chops later, Simon whips Logan to the ropes. Mann ducks under Singleton's clothesline and uses the middle rope as a springboard to nail Simon with a leg lariat. Synth joins Logan in the ring, and the two nail Singleton with a double dropkick. They quickly bring Simon back to his feet and fire him to the ropes. Double spinning back elbows. Logan sends the fans, especially the females, into a FRENZY by hurling his arch rival into the ring. Logan mounts on top of Ned and wails away. COACH If Logan doesn't watch it, he's gonna get himself disqualified. And I for one can't wait to see the reaction of the Sooner Bruisers when that happens. They hate it each other. I know it. I just know it. COLE Logan couldn't give a damn about getting disqualified, he just wants some of Ned. CABOOSE You can argue the case for both men. If you're Logan, you want a piece of Ned. If you're Frank, you want your team to win. The last thing you want to see happen is your co-captain get disqualified because he lost his cool. COACH You're right about one thing, 'Boosey: Everybody wants a piece of Ned. Hell, if I were a chick I'd want Ned myself. Of course I'd probably wake up sore in the morning, but that's the price to pay for a night with the Handsome Hustler. Still wailing away on Ned, Logan notices a figure leap from the apron. He looks up and sees Sarcastic Simon coming off the top with a springboard clothesline. The females in attendence shriek in horror as the Midnights stomp Mann in the chest. Ned exits the ring at the order of Charles Robinson, then is legally tagged in. The crowd is vicious towards Blanchard as he steps back in the ring with a shit-eating grin on his face. He shoves Mann in the corner and punishes him with an array of martial arts blows. Ned runs up the turnbuckles and kicks Logan with the toe of the boot in the right temple. Blanchard brings Logan back to the center of the ring in a front facelock. He SPITS toward the corner of the Heavenly Rockers and Sooner Bruisers before lifting Mann up in the air. With Logan high up, Ned circles around the, flaunting his power, then drops Mann's legs down on the top rope and falls back with him. SLINGSHOT SUPLEX! COACH Turn off the lights, the party's over. COLE Damnit! Our first elimination coming up. Blanchard with the arrogant cover. Leaned up against Mann, Ned hooks the near leg and symbolically raises a finger after each count. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO, KICKOUT! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COACH What?! COLE Logan kicked out! Logan kicked out! Logan kicked out! Hell, yeah! CABOOSE Logan isn't out of trouble yet. As somebody who's competed in that very ring many-a times, your adrenaline can be the best and worst thing to happen to you. It'll carry you though tough times or give you that extra surge you need, other times it will deflat you once it's gone. We're gonna see how tough Logan is. Does he have the will, the hunger that would turn an average wrestler into a clutch performer? Ned's expression, one of utter disbelief, says it all. His corner tells him to keep the pressure on. And Blanchard does just that, tossing Mann back into the corner and driving the shoulder into the mid-section of his foe. Ned measures Logan and connects with a right jab, then a left, then hammers him with a right. Ned whips Logan to the corner across the ring and looks to tag, but changes his mind and decides to charge in. Blanchard's pause turns out to bite him, as Logan runs up the turnbuckles and backflips off the top rope, landing behind the Handsome Hustler. A clearly exhausted Mann quickly spins Ned around and spikes Blanchard into the canvas with the DDT. PERCUSSION! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COACH Where the hell did Logan find the energy to hit Percussion? I can't believe it. COLE Neither can I. Both men are down. Both breathing heavily. If Logan can just turn over and drape an arm across Ned, he'll get the elimination. Likewise for Ned. That DDT took everything out of him. CABOOSE I think it's too late to go for the pin. Logan should try and tag out. That's what I would do in this situation. Tag in a fresh man. All of this is the result of Ned's hesitation. After he sent Logan across the ring, I'm sure he knew he made a mistake. Yes, he was going to make a tag, but in that situation where you have everything under control, you can't leave your opponent in an open area. Logan uses the ropes to drag himself to his corner, all his teammates reaching over with their hands out. Both Ned and Logan inches from making tags. They both tag out at the same time. Synth and One-Eye meet head-on and exchange fire. The Sooners pump their fists in the air, getting the crowd rowdier. One-Eye kicks Synth in the gut and calls for Vinny. Synth is whipped to the ropes. He avoids a double clothesline and nails the SCM on the rebound with a dropkick. An exchange is made, and the Pyscho Gremlin takes out the SCM with a Soonerline. Frankie gets a two count out of a belly-to-belly suplex, after Santana breaks up the pin with a knee to the head. The SCM threw Frankie out of the ring, and do the same to Frank who comes in to help his younger brother. Marcellus and Vincent taunt the Heavenly Rockers, while the Sooner Bruisers step back on the apron and climb up the turnbuckle behind the SCM. Synth and Logan tell them to turn around. DOUBLE TOP ROPE SOONERLINE! The crowd HOWL in unison as Frankie runs around in celebration. All that wasted time causes him to get only a one count. Frankie goes to tag in big brother, but Synth reaches over and takes the tag instead. Puzzled, Frank watches as Synth returns to action and hits One-Eye with a hangman's neckbreaker. ONE... TWO... NO! Logan re-enters for a bit of double-teaming. The Heavenly Rockers whip Marcellus to the ropes and toss him high in the air with a double backdrop, then a bodyslam near the corner. Synth flies off the middle turnbuckle and connects with a legdrop, earning a nearfall. The Synthmeister scoopes Wallace up and fires him off to the ropes. Blind tag made, Sarcastic Simon now the legal man. Synth takes One-Eye over with a hiptoss, and when he turns around, he's taken down with a SLINGSHOT CROSSBODY -- but Synth rolls through! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Simon gets the shoulder off the mat just in the nick of time. Singleton rakes the eyes. Full armdrag and twist, then a knee to the gut. Simon drapes the leg over Synth's neck, looking for the rocker dropper, but Synth flips Simon in the air. He misses the clothesline but connects with another varation of the neckbreaker, getting another nearfall. Frank calls for a tag, but with all the noise in the arena Synth can't hear him. Irish whip. And Simon makes Synth pay for setting too soon, kicking him in the shoulder and connecting with a beautiful standing dropkick. Tag made to Vincent Santana. But it's both of the SCM who come in. One-Eye ignores Charles Robinson's call to exit the ring. Synth sent into the ropes. The SCM lift him off the mat and look to HOTSHOT him on the top rope, but they overshoot the rope and end up dropping Synth over the top, his right shoulder striking the ring apron on the way down to the arena floor. The crowd groans. COACH, COLE & CABOOSE DAYUM~! COACH That's gangsta, baby boy. COLE Synth may be hurt badly. CABOOSE That's an understatement. Vincent distracts the referee as the Midnights front facelock Synth on the apron for Jim Cornette to hammer over the back with the racket! Simon and Ned grab Synth's right arm and SLAM it down on the RING STEPS. Shyanne and Cornette get in a few kicks before being ran off by Logan. COACH It's a dog-eat-dog world, M.C. If the Heavenly Rockers just would of let James E. guide their careers instead of letting that gold digging witch Holly-Wood get in their ears. And that's what it's all about, really -- money. Holly knew she could use her assets to intice the Heavenly Rockers. That stuff wouldn't work with James E. He's a businessman thick and through. COLE We all know that's a lie. It was Cornette who wanted the Heavenly Rockers piece of the pie. He even got them to turn against Holly for a brief period of time. Charles Robinson escorts an irate Logan back to the corner, allowing Marcellus to hold Synth up for his little sister, the foxiest honey in South Central L.A., Shyanne, to SLAP before tossing the Synthmeister back into the ring. Vincent drags Synth to the center of the ring and clamps on an old school special, the ever dangerous...ARMBAR! Synth screams in agonizing pain as Santana pulls back on the arm. Logan steps on the bottom rope and pounds the top turnbuckle, with the Sooners clapping, to get the crowd behind Synth. The fans immediately respond to Logan and the Sooners call to duty, clapping and stomping their feet in unison. "LET'S GO SYNTH!" *clapclap*clapclapclap* "LET'S GO SYNTH!" *clapclap*clapclapclap* "LET'S GO SYNTH!" *clapclap*clapclapclap* The overwhelming support of the crowd get the juices flowing for Synth as he crawls inch by inch toward the ropes. Cornette and Shyanne pull the bottom rope back as Synth nears, drawing the ire of the referee. But it does its job, buying Santana enough time to bring Synth back to the center of the ring. Logan again leads the crowd in cheers for Synth. Grimacing, the right side of his face pressed against the mat, Synth gingerly taps the toe of his boot on the canvas, the adrenaline once again beginning to flow through his body. COLE Synth pounds the mat with his left fist, causing camp Cornette to say he's tapping out, but it's Synth's message to the fans to let them know he isn't going to quit. He's gonna make it to that rope, damnit. He knows it, his corner knows it, and the fans know it. The sweat running down his face Synth finally makes it to the ropes. But Vincent doesn't letting go. He wants to milk that 5 count. Charles Robinson reaches 4 before breaking the count and giving Santana one final chace to let go. He won't, so the count resumes. ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... "I'm telling you, Vincent -- break it. Now!" ONE... TWO... THREE... Santana lets go of the hold, not because of the threat of disqualification, but due to a left hand from Logan! Mann unleashes a fury of kicks to the sternum. Another brawl erupts, as do the fans, as Marcellus comes in and dukes it out with Logan. Logan is able to hold his own for quite a while until Vincent returns to the picture and lands a LOW BLOW. The SCM hammer Logan across the back with double-axehandle smashes. Santana takes on his steel-toe boot and clobbers Logan across the back with it. 2 on 1 attack until Synth dives on top of Vincent and all hell breaks loose. Charles Robinson frantically tries restoring order and gets shoved on his ass multipule times. Synth grabs Vincent's boot and hits him upside the head, sending him fall through the ropes onto the ramp. The Heavenly Rockers then clothesline One-Eye out of the ring. Charles finally has enough and calls for the bell. * DING DING DING DING * "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE What a minute. What's going on here? COACH I think the Heavenly Rockers have been disqualified! Officials from the back storm the ring and separate both teams as the brawl has spilled onto the rampway. Terry Taylor and other agents escort the SCM and Shyanne backstage. Charles confers with Michael Buffer. The Heavenly Rockers re-enter the ring to find out what's going on. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has disqualified BOTH teams. The Heavenly Rockers and South Central Militia have been eliminated! "BULL-SHIT!" "BULL-SHIT!" "BULL-SHIT!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: The Heavenly Rockers & South Central Militia By: Double Disqualification ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As if it weren't chaotic enough, Frank Frankensteiner gets in the face of the Heavenly Rockers and gives them a tongue-lashing for getting disqualified. Synth and Logan don't appreciate the confrontational approach of the Man of Tomorrow and get back up in his face. The crowd watches intently, waiting for a possible explosion between the two teams. COACH Jesse was right, these guys don't like each other. Oh, this is great, fellas. The Sooner Bruisers and Heavenly Rockers are gonna implode right in front of us. COLE Now, let's not read into this too much. The Heavenly Rockers and South Central Militia have both been eliminated. It's now down to the New New Midnight Express and Sooner Bruisers. COACH Just like you to make excuses for the guys you like, Mikey. COLE I'm not making any excuses. Frankie plays peacemaker and gets big brother and the Heavenly Rockers to call a truce. They all shake hands and pat each other on the chest to the liking of the fans. Cameras pick up Logan telling the Sooners to "go in there and kick some ass!" High fives all around. The New New Midnight Express put an end to the showing of respect, jumping the Sooners from behind on the ramp. The Midnights shove Frankie off the ramp and down below to the guardrail throat-first. They've decided to concentrate on eliminating the Sooner Bruiser they perceived to be the biggest threat in the Man of Tomorrow. The Midnights toss Frank over the top rope. Frank's body bouncing up like a ball off a wall after crashing down onto the canvas. Frank crawls on his hands and knees to get away from the NNMX, but gets drilled with a TOP ROPE KNEE DROP to the back of the neck! Simon rolls him over and makes the cover. ONE... TWO... TH-- Frank kicks out. Outside, Frankie remains down. Back in the ring, Simon hangs Frank throat-first on the top rope and tags Ned in, who hits the far side and leaps off Simon's shoulders and onto the lower back of the Big Bad Rebooty Daddy. Classic Midnight Express. Ned measures Frank and drives the knee into the sternum. He picks the former OU standout up and spikes him into the canvas with a PILEDRIVER! ONE... TWO... TH-- Frank just gets the shoulder up! Lying prone in the center of the ring, his brother just now beginning to make it back to their corner, Frank is helpless as Sarcastic Simon connects with a GUILIOTINE LEGDROP off the top following the tag. The Midnights and Cornette begin celebrating. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! COLE The New New Midnight Express and Jim Cornette began celebrating prematurely. There's still a lot of fight left in that big ox from Oklahoma. COACH First, I thought it was over after the piledriver. Then I remembered the Sooner Bruisers have nothing left in their heads to hurt. But I thought for sure Frank was done here. He kicked out of two moves that would put a normal man away. COLE That's why the call him the "Man of Tomorrow." Frank rammed head-first into the boot of the Handsome Hustler in the corner. Tag made, and the Midnights hit the DOUBLE FLAPJACK on the big man from Oklahoma. Then Ned knocks Frankie off the apron with a right hand after the Pyscho Gremlin had just made it back up. Lateral press, Ned doing what he was taught in wrestling school, hooking the leg but still only getting a two count. He lifts Frank up in a sidewalk slam grip and tags Simon. Blanchard with the backbreaker near the corner as Simon hits the TOP ROPE FLYING ELBOW! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! Simon looks to land another cheapshot to Frankie, but the Pyscho Gremlin is ready for it and HEADBUTTS Singleton across the ring! The crowd howls as Frankie cheers his brother on from the ring apron. Frank and Simon get up around the same time, both a bit dazed, but it is the Man of Tomorrow who lands the big blow, nailing Singleton with a HALF-NELSON SUPLEX as Simon bumps into him! COLE How much does Frank have left to make the tag? Now's the time to make the tag, Frank. Come on! You're just feet away. Ned stomps Frank mid-ring, grabbing the left leg and bringing the big guy up to his feet. Frank hops on one leg and is the subject of verbal abuse from Blanchard, who slaps him repeatedly. Frank responds with an ENZURIGI that flips Ned over and pops the crowd huge! COACH Did you see that?! CABOOSE I did and I still can't believe. COLE Wow! That's no cruiserweight, ladies and gentlemen. That's a near 280 pound man. Incredible athletism. Frank crawls over to his corner and makes the tag! Here comes Frankie, acting every bit of his "Pyscho Gremlin" moniker. He whallops Simon with a Soonerline, and Ned with an Oklahoma right. Scoope slam on Singleton. Frankie ducks a right from Ned and nails him with an inverted suplex, followed by a Soonerline. He slams Simon again, then takes him over with a well-executed belly-to-belly suplex. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Ned breaks up the pin with a double-axehandle. Blanchard clubbers Frankie with forearm shots to the back. He and Simon whip the Pyscho Gremlin to the ropes. Frankie avoids a double clothesline, hits the ropes hard at the other end on the rebound, picking up a tremendous amount of steam, and levels both Midnights with a Soonerline! Frank comes back into the picture, hoisting Simon up on his shoulders like a toddler as Frankie ascends to the top. Ned grabs the attention of the referee by faking an leg injury, allowing Jim Cornette to shove Frankie off the top and down onto the canvas. Frank immediately knows something is up and puts Simon down. Which suddenly sparks a miraculous recovery by the Handsome Hustler who clotheslines Frank as Simon surprises him with a legsweep. DOUBLE GOOZLE! Double-team suplex by the Midnights. Ned waits in the corner as Simon climbs to the top. ROCKET LAUNCHER coming up. But Frankie moves out of the way and Simon splashes nothing but canvas! Ned charges toward Frankie, who ducks a clothesline and hammers Blanchard with closed fists. He sets to fire Ned to the ropes, but Blanchard reverses. * BOOM * Sounding like a gunshot went off in the arena, Frankie stumbles into the arms of the Handsome Hustler after being blasted from behind by Jim Cornette and the tennis racket. Perched on the top rope is Simon. He waits for Ned to get Frankie in position for the VEGOMATIC. Blanchard leans down with the bearhug, exposing the torso of Frankie. The Midnights find out payback is a bitch, as Frank shoves Simon off the top and onto Ned with a cross bodyblock. Frank clotheslines Ned over the top rope to the arena floor. Simon tries for a quick dropkick, but Frankie swats him away like a fly and SLINGSHOTS him into the corner where Simon hits his head on the RINGPOST. Simon staggers back towards the center of the ring. Frankie hits the near side and send Simon rotating in the air 360 degrees with a nasty SOONERLINE! ONE... TWO... THREE! COACH They're down to a man! COLE It's Blanchard versus both Sooner Bruisers. The only way this could be better if it were against both Heavenly Rockers. * DING DING DING DING * "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, Sarcastic Simon has been ELMINIATED! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Sarcastic Simon By: Pinfall; Frankie Frankensteiner ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jim Cornette is going ballistic outside the ring, sobbing as Sarcastic Simon is lead away backstage. Ned pulls Frank out of the ring and rams him into the ringpost, while Jim Cornette jumps on the apron and distracts Frankie. COLE Again that loudmouth interjects himself. He should be ejected. COACH Hey, just like friends don't let friends drive drunk; friends don't let friends wrestle in a confused state. COLE And you talk about me making excuses. Huh. Knowing it's all or nothing, Ned seemingly goes through every offensive play in his playbook. He nails Frank with a running sledgehammer to the back of the neck. He throws Frankie down and connects with a leaping knee drop for two. Ned earns half a dozen nearfalls in the span of two minutes with everything from a small package to a sunset flip. COLE The frustration quickly setting in for the Handsome Hustler. COACH Of course it's setting in, M.C. He's got to beat both Sooners to be the sole survivor! COLE Cornette telling Ned to "go for it all." He and Blanchard both know to have any shot at winning this match, he has to eliminate one of the Sooner Bruisers quickly. The long the match goes it favors the Sooner Bruisers because they can tag in and out at all. Blanchard with a front facelock on Frank, the prelude to the SLINGSHOT SUPLEX. He hits-- NO! Frank floats over and drives Ned into the ropes, rolling back down with him! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Ned kicks out, sending Frank running into the top turnbuckle. Unfortunately for Ned, Frankie hit the turnbuckle in his corner. The crowd roars as Frank tags himself in. Ned begs for mercy. But Frank isn't having none of that. He flexes the biceps, as if he's saying, "I'm fresh as a daisy, bitch." Ned turns his back away from Frank and tries sucker punching him, but Frank blocks the right and rocks Blanchard with some of his own. He whips the hustler to the ropes. TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM! He brings Blanchard up to his feet and clubbers him across the back with a forearm shot before double underhooking the arms. DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB! COACH Oh, no. You know what's next. COLE I and everyone in this arena does. Frank signals for the Frankensteiner. Cornette frantically waves for somebody in the back. The crowd boos as Shyanne, the valet of the South Central Militia, returns to ringside. She steps on the apron and grabs the attention of the referee. Frank goes over, wanting to get Shyanne down his own way, but Charles Robinson warns him to stay back. Nervous murmering fills the air as Ned nails Frankie with a LOW BLOW and holds him up for Jim Cornette, who produces a bag out of his polyester jacket. Frank breaks free from Ned as Cornette throws a handful of POWDER into the Handsome Hustler's eyes! Frank decks Cornette with a right and picks up the tennis racket. Ned staggers around, rubbing his eyes, and walks into a big forehand shot! COACH He hit him with the racket! That's a disqualification! ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING DING * ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eliminated: Hustler Ned By: Pinfall; Frank Frankensteiner Sole Survivors: The Sooner Bruisers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank raises his arms in victory and gets mobbed by his younger brother. Shyanne drags Ned out of the ring and helps Jim Cornette up. The Heavenly Rockers come out from the back to congratulate their teammates as "Frankenstein" blares in the background. They hold the Sooners arms up as Michael Buffer announces the winners. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, here are your sole survivors: The SOONER BRUUUUUISERRRSSSSS! COLE A tremendous victory for the Sooner Bruisers. COACH The hell with the Sooner Bruisers. What about Ned? He put up a helluva fight. COLE I won't deny that. Ned gave it everything he had, but in the end it was too little. Hell of an opener guys, and more to come, here on OAOAST November Reign! *We fade to a shot of a lone figure standing in the squared circle* V.O He was one of the most charismatic stars in OAOAST history... A legend amongst mortals... Larger than life... But his demons, a crappy gimmick, and a will to win drove him to higher places... This is his story. OAOAST Presents... Jay Richards: CRAZY VAMPIRE~! In stores now.

COLE And now fans, its now time for the main event. For the One And Only AngleSault Thread Championship. Two men who were once the closest of friends now appear to be ending their friendship for good. The OAOAST November Reign logo flashes by across the screen. The matchup graphic for the PR/Popick World Title match is shown. “Falling Apart” by TRUSTcompany begins playing. The fans let out a mixed reaction. COLE The 24/7 Champion, “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican goes head-to-head against his manager and “Career Consultant” and current World Champion Stephen Joseph Popick. And the Special Guest Referee for this affair? None other than Jesse “The Body” Ventura! COACH This is going to be a big night in Tha Puerto Rican’s career. He has the opportunity of a lifetime. The chance to walk out of November Reign as the World’s Heavyweight Champion for the very first time! Will he be able to seize the moment and get what he believes he has deserved all along? CABOOSE Oh boy. Oh boy. I have never been more excited for a PRL match than I am right now. THIS is the moment I—he has been waiting for a damn long time! This is his night. This is the night he ascends to his rightful place atop the OAOAST Mountain as Champion. Grab the champagne bottles, because after Jesse Ventura counts the 1-2-3, PRL is going to be celebrating all night long! COLE We never thought we would see this. PRL/Popick for the World Heavyweight Title. Can Stephen Joseph overcome the challenge of his pupil? Can “The Body” maintain law and order in the ring? We are about to find out as the main event of November Reign 2005 starts right now! Let’s go to Michael Buffer in the ring. The camera cuts to Michael Buffer, who is indeed already in the ring, microphone and cue cards in his hands. The crowd cheers. *DING DING DING* MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the One And Only AngleSault Thread November Reign 2005 main event! This match is scheduled for one fall with a sixty-minute time limit. Physicians in attendance are Dr. Margaret Goodman and Dr. William Berliner. And when the bell sounds, your referee in charge of the action will be Jesse “The Body” Ventura. And now, it’s time for a match between two men whose friendship has deteriorated these past few weeks. One man seeks to fulfill his destiny. While the other man seeks to keep in his possession the richest prize in this industry. This match is for the One And Only AngleSault Thread Heavyweight Championship of the World! ARE YOU READY? CROWD YEAAAHHHHHHH!!! BUFFER Wrestling fans, ARE…YOU…RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREADY? CROWD YEAAAHHHHHHH!!! BUFFER Then, for the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching around the world. Ladies and gentlemen…LLLLLLLET’S GET READY TO RUMBLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! CABOOSE I’m ready Michael Buffer! I am ready! “Welcome To The Jungle” by Guns N’ Roses starts playing. The crowd cheers loudly. Jesse “The Body” Ventura comes out, decked out in a black bandana, long sleeve referee shirt, black dress slacks, and black dress shoes. Jesse waves the crowd with a smile on his face. He slaps hands with the fans as he walks down the entrance ramp. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Special Guest Referee for this match-up. He is a legend in the professional wrestling industry, not just for what he’s done inside the ring, but for what he’s done outside of the ring as one of the WWF’s and WCW’s most popular color commentators in the 80’s and early 90’s. He also has made a name for himself in Hollywood starring in the popular action flicks “Predator” and “The Running Man”. He is a former governor of Minnesota. He is JESSSE “THE BODYYYYYYY” VENTURRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! COLE Well, I can’t think of a better referee for this match than Jesse “The Body” Ventura! CABOOSE Hell yeah. Jesse is the man! I’m very happy that he’s going to be the referee in the match where PRL becomes the OAOAST World Champion! Ventura enters the ring. He waves to the fans that chant “JES-SEE! JES-SEE! JES-SEE! JES-SEE!” Jesse “The Body” Ventura stands in the ring waiting for the participants in the main event. “Welcome To The Jungle” by Guns N’ Roses dies down. COLE Jesse Ventura is no stranger to being a referee. He was the referee for the Mega-Powers vs. Mega-Bucks match that was the main event for the first WWF SummerSlam in 1988, and he was the referee for the Triple Threat Match for the WWF Championship between “Stone Cold” Steve Austin, Triple H, and Mankind back at WWF SummerSlam 1999. CABOOSE Those were both good matches…but neither one will compare to the awesomest that this next match will be. Oh yeah. PRL is going home with the World Title, baby! Wooo! The lights go down in the arena causing the crowd to cheer. A Puerto Rican flag appears on the AngleTron. In big, white blocky letters, the following words appear on the screen, with Tha Puerto Rican saying them: *THE CHAMP IS HERE!* YEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!/BOOOOOOOOO!!! With that, a lightning bolt hits the entrance, the PRL entrance video plays on the AngleTron, and “Know Your Role ‘99” begins playing with most of the crowd cheering. PR is heard saying, “THE CHAMP IS HERE!” throughout the song, while smoke fills the entryway and the lights flicker on and off in the entrance. A few seconds elapsed, and out through the smoke comes “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican with about 60% of the crowd cheering him when he comes out. Tha Puerto Rican is wearing his Puerto Rican flag facepaint, HBK-like entrance attire, and a Puerto Rican flag around his neck as a cape. He is carrying his custom made spinner 24/7 Championship belt over right shoulder and has a smirk on his face. CABOOSE There he is. Your next OAOAST World Champion! PR spins his belt plate. He begins walking down the ramp, a smirk still on his face. BUFFER Now coming to the ring at this time, the challenger. He stands 5-foot-9 and weighs in at 220 lbs. From San Juan, Puerto Rico. He calls himself the most electrifying man in professional wrestling. He is the leader of the most feared stable in wrestling today, The Lightning Crew. A 3-time Puerto Rican/Italian/Puerto Rican Champion and a former North American Champion, he is known as the master of the Corporate Nightmare, the Corporate Smackdown, and the most electrifying move in professional wrestling, the IntenseZone Elbow. He is the current One And Only AngleSault Thread Twenty-Four/Seven Champion. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome “The Corporate Champion” THA PUERTOOOOOOOOO RICCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!! Tha Puerto Rican gets on the ring apron and looks at the fans. He enters the ring and spins around, soaking in the mixed reaction of the fans while “Know Your Role ‘99” continues playing over the P.A. system. PRL does the HBK muscle pose while pyro goes off behind him. The crowd is mostly cheering PRL now. COLE It looks as though Tha Puerto Rican is ready for what is one of the most important matches of his career. CABOOSE Hell, it’s probably THE most important match in his career. PRL has never been a World Champion in any of the promotions he’s wrestled in. That could all changed tonight when he wins the biggest title of them all! PRL heads to the second rope and raises his spinner 24/7 Championship belt over his head. He then heads to a second turnbuckle and raises the belt over his head again. PR hits a third turnbuckle and raises his belt with his right arm in the air and “smells the electricity” a’la The Rock. PRL does the same Rock pose on the fourth turnbuckle, receiving another mixed reaction. CABOOSE Let me ask you guys something. Doesn’t PRL look more like a World Champion than say, Stephen Joseph? COLE Well, I wouldn’t say… CABOOSE JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION. YES. Or. NO. COLE Uh…yes? CABOOSE Thank You. PRL acknowledges the fans that are cheering him. He hops off the turnbuckle and removes his Puerto Rican flag cape, sunglasses, earring, and HBK-entrance attire. Jesse Ventura talks to him as the lights go back on in the arena. PRL kisses his spinner 24/7 Title belt and hands it over to Jesse. Ventura gives it to a ring attendant. COACH That man right there, Jesse Ventura, will be the only one who decides whether PRL or Popick wins this match. He has vowed to be a fair and balance referee who will maintain law and order. And with the way PRL and Popick have been these past few weeks, I say he is the perfect referee for the job. “Know Your Role ‘99” dies down. PRL stares at the entrance. The crowd anxiously awaits Popick’s arrival. CABOOSE I hate this entrance every single time. “It Ain’t Over For Me” by Terrance Howard begins playing. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! White Christian-like pyro comes cascading down. The OAOAST World Champion Stephen Joseph Popick comes out from the Upstarts entrance, a cocky smile on his face. Popick has the OAOAST World Title belt around his waist as he turns around and holds his arms out in a crucified position. PYRO~! PYRO~!! PYRO~!!! PYRO~!!!! PYRO~!!!!! Popick turns around as every single fan in the arena boos the shit out of Stephen Joseph. The World Champ begins walking to the ring, still wearing a cocky smile on his face. BUFFER And his opponent. Making his entrance to the ring. Standing 6-foot-2 and weighing in at 225 lbs. He hails from Atlanta, Georgia. He has been with the OAOAST since the very beginning wrestling as Big Poppa Popick. He has been involved in some of the most memorable matches in OAOAST history such as the Wargames match that saw the end of the aWo. He was the leader of the now-defunct Trinity and now serves as a member of OAOAST Corporate and the manager and “Career Consultant” of his opponent tonight. The master of the Finality and the Fallen Angel, he is the reigning and defending undisputed One And Only AngleSault Thread Heavyweight Champion of the WOOORRLLLLDDDD! The Most Hated Man In The OAOAST. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the one, the only, STEPHEN JOSEPH POPPPICCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!! Stephen Joseph climbs the steps and scales the turnbuckle with one leg on top, scanning the crowd with a smirk on his face while “It Ain’t Over For Me” continues playing. COLE Look at the face of Stephen Joseph. CABOOSE I rather not. COLE (ignoring Caboose) He is definitely confident that he will retain the World Title tonight. But will his confidence backfire on him? Will he get cocky and will that cost him the match and title? CABOOSE I’m praying to all the gods that may or may not exist that he loses the belt tonight. SJ hops off the turnbuckle and into the ring. He stares at Tha Puerto Rican who is at the opposite corner. He unbuckles the OAOAST Title belt from around his waist and kisses it before handing it over to Jesse Ventura. “The Body” raises the World Title belt over his head before handing the belt over to a ring attendant. Popick stretches the ropes while PRL continues staring at him. COLE I’ll tell ya, I still can’t believe we’re about to see this match. I never thought that PRL and Popick would fight each other on pay-per-view for the World Heavyweight Title. COACH Well, it’s a reality, and it’s gonna happen right now. “It Ain’t Over For Me” by Terrance Howard dies down. The crowd is hot, anxiously awaiting the start of the match. Jesse Ventura pats down Stephen Joseph, then pats down Tha Puerto Rican. He glances at the two of them and then finally, calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK (Champion) vs. “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN (Challenger) SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE: JESSE “THE BODY” VENTURA PRL and Popick continue staring at each other from opposite corners. COLE Popick isn’t looking at his friend or client now. COACH Oh no. He’s looking at his enemy. He’s looking at the guy who wants to take his title. COLE And remember what PRL said. He will HURT Popick if he has to in order to become World Champion. CABOOSE Let’s hope he’s true to his word. Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph circle each other. They lock up. Popick draws first blood, applying an armbar on PRL. Popick does some shoulderblocks on PRL’s right shoulder. However, Puerto Rican is able to reverse into his own armbar, which draws a pop from the crowd. But Popick is able to reverse the reversal with another armbar. POPICK You’re not so big now, are ya? Tha Puerto Rican does a backflip (!) and reverses into his armbar. PR cinches the hold tight. Popick kicks PRL in the stomach 2 times in order for him to release the armbar. Popick takes control, hitting PRL with several blows to the head. Popick whips Tha Puerto Rican into a turnbuckle. PRL does a Flair Flip onto the ring apron. Stephen rushes over and grabs Tha Puerto Rican, putting him in a facelock and doing a suplex on PRL, bringing him back into the ring. However, Tha Puerto Rican is able to land on his feet. Puerto shoves Popick into the ropes, rolling him up! Ventura counts…and only gets two! PRL and Popick both get back up. Popick goes for a clothesline, Puerto Rican ducks, and gives Stephen an Edge-O-Matic! 1! 2! Kick out! Both men get up again. Puerto nails Stephen with some Rock-style punches to the temple. He then whips Stephen into the ropes and goes for a hip toss. However, the World Champ won’t budge. After several tries, PR punches Popick in the stomach, puts his right leg over Popick’s head, does a somersault, and clotheslines Popick to the mat! Popick gets up and he stares at Tha Puerto Rican. The crowd cheers. COLE What fast paced action we’re seeing in the early minutes of this match! CABOOSE PRL is showing Popick why he is the best. COLE And the crowd seems to agree with that statement. “P.R.! P.R.! P.R.! P.R.!” Popick sneers at the crowd. “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph Popick get into a nose-to-nose confrontation. PRL shoves Popick. Popick slaps Tha Puerto Rican! COLE Whoa! I felt that one! Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph glare at each other angrily. Suddenly, Popick smiles. He puts his right hand in the air, calling for a test of strength. Puerto Rican hesitates, but then gives in. Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph engage in a test of strength. The crowd is going crazy, some booing, some cheering. CABOOSE Come on P.R.! Show him whose boss! Rip his arms out of his sockets! COLE It seems like PRL and Popick are evenly matched right now. But that doesn’t last long as Popick gains the advantage, driving PRL to his knees. The crowd boos! Popick laughs in PRL’s face, taunting him. But then, Popick goes from happy to sad as PRL starts getting up. The crowd gets louder and louder as Tha Puerto Rican gets on his feet. COACH I don’t think Popick expected this! PRL has a cocky smirk on his face. He knees Popick in the stomach, grabs him in a facelock…and DRILLS Popick with the DANGEROUS DDT! Tha Puerto Rican covers Popick. COLE Could this be it? ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!!! CABOOSE Shoot. PRL argues with Jesse The Body. PRL flips Jesse off. The Corporate Champ picks up Stephen Joseph and gives him a vertical suplex. PR rolls through, and gives Popick a second vertical suplex. PR rolls through a third time and lifts Stephen up for a third suplex. PRL holds up Popick in the air for a few seconds, letting the blood rush to his head. The crowd applauds. COLE Look at that. A phenomenal move from Tha Puerto Rican. CABOOSE Only he can do a vertical suplex so well. Tha Puerto Rican does the “You can’t see me!” hand gesture then walks to the ropes. PRL drops Popick’s stomach on the top rope, which leads to the slingshot suplex, completing the Corporate Trifecta. Afterwards, PR applauds himself. And the crowd cheers! COLE Neither man is a fan favorite, but it looks like these fans here in Halifax are siding with Tha Puerto Rican! CABOOSE Smart fans these Nova Scotians are. Tha Puerto Rican trash talks Popick and then picks him up. Irish whip into the ropes. Puerto goes for a hurricarana, but Popick turns the hurricarana into a powerbomb! Jesse Ventura counts…but gets two. Popick curses, but remains calm. Stephen Joseph picks PR up and nails him with a knife-edged chop to the chest! *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOO!” *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” *DOUBLE CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Stephen whips PR into the turnbuckle. PRL reverses. Popick reverses THAT, and PRL does a backflip over the top rope and onto the floor! COLE Tha Puerto Rican has been sent to the outside! CABOOSE You monster! Do you see what you have done? You could have killed him! Stephen Joseph stops to pose. He receives a barrage of boos! Popick responds with a smile. Meanwhile, Tha Puerto Rican lies facedown on the floor. Popick laughs at PRL. COLE Stephen Joseph is treating PRL like his worst enemy! COACH That’s what he said he would do. He’s not about to lose the title right now. “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican slowly gets up, a little groggy. The fans at ringside root PRL on. Stephen Joseph holds the second rope open for Tha Puerto Rican and invites him in. That elicits boos from the crowd. COLE Just like he does every week. Popick directs the groggy Puerto Rican into the ring by holding the second rope. By now, some of PRL’s facepaint has disappeared. PRL enters the ring, and when he does, Popick grabs his right arm and applies a hammerlock on it. Popick yanks on the arm. Tha Puerto Rican grabs Stephen with his left arm. He then backflips (!!) over Popick landing behind him! PRL shoves Popick into the ropes, and tries for another rollup, once again getting a two count! Popick and PR get right back up. PR charges, but Popick ducks, and grabs PRL from behind…giving him a high angle neckbreaker! COLE The high angle neckbreaker is sure to take a lot out of Tha Puerto Rican! CABOOSE Come on. Come on! Beat him PRL! For the love of God, beat him! Stephen Joseph does a kneedrop onto PRL’s right arm. He then does it again and again. “ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE!” CABOOSE ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE! COLE Caboose! CABOOSE Hey, I was caught up in the moment! Popick looks at the crowd in disgust. Popick waits for Tha Puerto Rican to get up. He dares him to get his feet. POPICK Come on. You can do it! The crowd has quieted down. PRL gets to a vertical base, allowing Stephen Joseph to grab PRL’s right arm and apply a wristlock on it. Popick trash talks while applying the hold. He then lifts PRL up, and slams him down with a wristlock suplex! COLE A wristlock suplex! That’s a move we hardly ever see! “PO-PICK SUCKS! PO-PICK SUCKS! PO-PICK SUCKS! PO-PICK SUCKS!” POPICK Oh shut up! Stephen Joseph SLAPS Tha Puerto Rican upside the head as he gets up. Stephen Joseph punches Tha Puerto Rican in the face several times. Popick picks up PRL and lifts him up in the air. He holds him for a few seconds…and then drops him with the stalling neckbreaker. Popick covers PRL. 1… 2… PRL PUTS HIS RIGHT SHOULDER UP! Popick gets up and kicks PRL in the right arm. He does it again. And again. SJP picks up PRL and whips him into a turnbuckle—NO—PRL reverses and Popick hits the turnbuckle! PRL then runs towards Popick and nails him with the Stinger Splash! Puerto then whips SJP into the opposite turnbuckle. PRL goes for a clothesline, but Popick elbows him in the face. PRL stumbles around the ring, so Stephen Joseph leaps onto PRL’s back, crucifixing the arms and rolling him into pinning position. Ventura counts! And gets two! Popick gets up before Tha Puerto Rican and picks him up for a vertical suplex. HOWEVER, PRL escapes the suplex, and turns Popick around, going for the Lightning Strike! BUT WAIT! Popick grabs PRL from behind and gives him an Atomic Drop! Tha Puerto Rican falls to the mat. Stephen Joseph quickly grabs PRL while he’s on the mat and applies the Higher Calling (Rings Of Saturn)! COLE A submission move! PRL is trapped in the Higher Calling! COACH He can lose the match right now! CABOOSE Oh God! Oh no! Come on PRL! Escape the hold! Escape the hold! You HAVE TO ESCAPE THE HOLD! The crowd starts to get loud again. Jesse “The Body” Ventura checks on Tha Puerto Rican, asking if he submits. JESSE “THE BODY” VENTURA Do you give up? PRL NEVER~! Popick is still applying the hold. Tha Puerto Rican screams out in pain. He suddenly finds the strength to move his body around. PRL moves his body enough that Popick starts to lose his grip, and soon, PRL escapes the Higher Calling. CABOOSE Oh Thank God. Oh Thank You Jesus. Or Buddha. Or Allah! Thank You so much! COLE Tha Puerto Rican could have lost the match right there, but he escaped, and he still has a chance at becoming OAOAST World Champion! SJP kicks PRL’s right arm again, and then whips him into the ropes. PRL reverses, and does a leapfrog over Popick. Popick bounces off the ropes, so PRL does a reverse leapfrog over Popick. Popick bounces off the ropes a third time, so PRL does another leapfrog…only to get caught by Popick. Popick prepares to do a powerbomb, but PRL is able to do the hurricarana on Popick! COLE Great counter by Tha Puerto Rican! The crowd starts cheering. Puerto picks up Popick and whips him into the ropes. Popick reverses, and Tha Puerto Rican rests on the ropes. Popick charges forward…only to get BAAAACK BODY DROP over the top rope and onto the floor! COLE And now Popick is the one on the outside! CABOOSE Ha! Ha! Way to go PRL! This night is yours! I can feel it! Tonight is your night! The crowd cheers PRL. PRL responds by doing a Flair Flop onto the mat. Only half of Tha Puerto Rican’s Puerto Rican flag facepaint remains. PRL is breathing hard now, showing signs of fatigue. He wipes the sweat off his forehead and then laughs at Popick, who is just starting to get up. CABOOSE Look at how pathetic Popick is. It’s disgusting that he’s holding the World Title. Bah! Popick is now groggy. Tha Puerto Rican holds the second rope open for Popick and invites him in. This elicits cheers from the crowd. CABOOSE Ha! Ha! I love Tha Puerto Rican. I really do. Popick points to his right knee, telling PRL it may have been injured. PRL says he’s sorry in a joking manner. COLE Well remember what PRL said. He’ll HURT Popick if he has to if that’s what it takes to win this match. CABOOSE And it looks like he’s succeeded so far. Popick shakes his right leg then enters the ring. PRL starts laying into Popick with punches and forearms. PRL nails Popick with the CLUBBERIN~! THEY BE CLUBBERIN~! forearms. PRL whips Popick into the ropes. Samoan Drop. PRL applauds himself…and receives boos. COLE I guess not everyone is a Lightning Bolt in Halifax. The dreaded “P.R. SUCKS!” chant returns, but not in full force. Instead, a small, but vocal group of fans chant PRL’s least favorite chant. PRL eggs on those who boo him. Puerto goes back to work on Popick, giving him the devastating bodyslam~! The man formerly known as The Lightning Kid climbs the top rope. The crowd starts cheering as PRL removes his left elbow pad and throws it to the crowd. PRL does some weird hand signals directed at Popick and the crowd, and then leaps off the top rope, doing the “Up yours!” hand gesture in mid-air, then connecting with the Corporate Elbowdrop on Stephen Joseph Popick! COLE Corporate Elbowdrop! This could be it! It could be over! Here’s the cover! ONE! TWO!! THRE—KICK OUT!!! COLE And Popick gets the shoulder up just in the nick of time! CABOOSE Aw man! I thought that was the finish! The crowd thought it was the finish too. PRL gets up, slower than before. PRL does some shaky leg kicks on Popick’s right leg. Popick clutches his right leg in pain, yelling “Oh GOD! SAVE ME!” Tha Puerto Rican kicks the right leg before grabbing Popick’s legs to apply the Sharpshooter! NO! Popick pushes him off with his legs. Popick gets up. He glares angrily at Tha Puerto Rican. The crowd is hot. COLE I think Stephen Joseph just realized that Tha Puerto Rican is a threat to his World Title! COACH I take it Popick would rather have PRL as a friend than an enemy! CABOOSE Oh Popick. You have no idea who you’re messing with. Tha Puerto Rican is the best wrestler in the OAOAST, and he’s showing you why tonight. The crowd starts chanting “P.R.! P.R.! P.R.! P.R.!” and this time, about 80% of the crowd is doing the chanting. PR and Popick get into a yelling contest. The two men are nose-to-nose. Popick shoves Puerto. Puerto shoves Popick. Popick shoves Puerto. Puerto shoves Popick. A slugfest erupts in the middle of the ring. Neither man has the advantage at first, but soon, Popick takes control. Stephen Joseph Irish whips Tha Puerto Rican into the ropes. He gives him a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker…except that Tha Puerto Rican lands on his feet, and gives Popick the Lightning Strike (Diamond Cutter)! COACH Lightning Strike! That was Tha Puerto Rican’s finisher as The Lightning Kid! COLE Is this it? Can it be? 1… 2…. 3-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! COLE And the match is still going strong! CABOOSE I’m about to have a heart attack with all these close calls! Puerto Rican puts his head in his hands, trying to figure out a way to beat Stephen Joseph. He wipes the sweat off his eyebrows and gets up. PRL does some fistdrops onto Popick’s forehead. PRL then bounces off the ropes, stops in his tracks, shakes his shoulders, dusts off his right shoulder, and drops a fist onto Popick’s head. The Five-Knuckle Shuffle! Puerto Rican picks Popick up. Tha Puerto Rican gives Stephen an Irish whip into the ropes. Stephen goes for a clothesline, PR ducks, grabs Stephen from behind, and gives him a German Suplex! PRL gets right up and yells out “THE CHAMP IS HERE!” The crowd responds with boos and cheers! CABOOSE Oh yeah. You’re gonna be the World Champion PRL! You’re gonna be the World Champion! YEAH! Tha Puerto Rican turns Popick onto his stomach. Shaky leg kicks to the back. PRL picks up Popick and whips him into a turnbuckle. Popick hits the turnbuckle back first HARD. PRL follows with a clothesline. Popick stumbles out of the turnbuckle, so PRL grabs him and gives him a double-armed DDT! PRL then climbs the top rope. PRL leaps off, doing The Mad Cappa Crusher 2003 onto the neck of Popick! PRL covers. Jesse Ventura counts. 1…2…. KICKOUT AT 2.99999999999999!!! Tha Puerto Rican applies a chinlock on Stephen Joseph Popick. The Corporate Champ sneers at the crowd while Jesse Ventura checks on Popick. Jesse asks if Popick gives up, but Popick gets a burst of energy and gets on his knees. The crowd starts booing. Popick gets on his feet and elbows PRL in the stomach. He does it several times, escaping the chinlock. Popick bounces off the ropes…into an overhead belly-to-belly suplex from Tha Puerto Rican! COLE And The Corporate Champ is one step ahead of the World Champ! Tha Puerto Rican lies on the mat, catching his breath. The crowd is cooling down. The camera does a close-up of both PRL and Popick lying on the mat. COLE You can see it. You can see the fatigue setting in. You can see the exhaustion setting in. Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph have taken each other to the limit in this match, and whether or not you like either man, you can’t deny what they’ve put each other through for the chance to be OAOAST World Champion. COACH I can’t believe PRL and Popick are friends with the way they’ve been attacking each other throughout this match. They are fighting like they’re arch enemies. COLE After tonight, I think they’ll be archenemies. CABOOSE Oh I sure hope so. Tha Puerto Rican slowly gets up. PR picks up Popick and gives him a knife-edged chop to the chest. *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” PRL whips Popick into the ropes. Flying clothesline! PRL kicks him in the face. Tha Puerto Rican whips Popick into the ropes. PRL follows with the SPINEBUSTER~!!! CABOOSE Oh yeah! YES! It’s time! It’s time! Tha Puerto Rican stands over Stephen Joseph who is in the middle of the ring. He gets ready to deliver The IntenseZone Elbow. PRL removes his right elbow pad, spits on it, and then throws it down on Popick’s face. He does some weird hand signals, and then bounces off the ropes, leaps over Stephen Joseph Popick, and then bounces off the opposite ropes. CABOOSE It’s now time for the most electrifying move in professional wrestling: The IntenseZone Elbow! PRL does The IntenseZone Elbow on Stephen Joseph Popick! PRL covers Popick. Jesse Ventura counts. 1…. 2… 2 ½ KICK OUT!!! COLE No! Popick kicked out! Popick kicked out of The IntenseZone Elbow! CABOOSE Ajjjdkjdsjfkljf!!! The crowd boos. A “P.R. SUCKS!” chant starts, but is quickly drowned out by a “P.R.! P.R.!” chant. PRL picks up Stephen Joseph and whips him into a turnbuckle—NO—Popick reverses. Popick charges forward, but PR elbows him in the face. Popick stumbles around the ring, so Tha Puerto Rican climbs the top rope, waits for Popick to get in the right position, and then jumps off, giving Popick a flying crossbody! PRL covers Popick…and gets a two count! PR and SJ get up. Tha Puerto Rican is the first to attack, nailing SJP with European Uppercuts. PR grabs SJP. Wheelbarrow Suplex! Cover. It gets a two count. PRL curses at Popick and then picks him up. The crowd has quieted down once again as P.R. takes Stephen Joseph over to a turnbuckle. P.R. sits Popick on the top turnbuckle. COLE It looks like PRL is going for a superplex. Tha Puerto Rican goes to climb the top rope, but suddenly, Popick punches PRL in the face! He does it a few more times until PR is dazed and confused. Popick stands on the top rope and jumps off. Bulldog off the top rope! Popick covers. 1… 2… KICK OUT!!! CABOOSE Phew. COLE PR and Popick are both back up. Both men now slugging it out. P.R. has control over Popick. Tha Puerto Rican whips SJP into the ropes. SJ reverses, and knees PRL in the stomach. Popick grabs PRL. Wheelbarrow Suplex! Popick waits for Tha Puerto Rican to get up. Once PRL is at a vertical base, Popick grabs him from behind. German Suplex! Popick, again, waits for Tha Puerto Rican to get up. PRL holds his back in pain as he gets to his feet. Popick turns him around, kicks him in the stomach, and plants PRL with the X-Factor! COLE There’s that combo of moves: the Wheelbarrow Suplex, the German Suplex, and the X-Factor. Popick always does those three moves one after the other. And now here’s the cover. 1! 2! And 3! Hegothim!Nohedidn’t. “PO-PICK SUCKS! PO-PICK SUCKS!” chants start again. Stephen Joseph ignores the crowd, instead choosing to grab Tha Puerto Rican and whip him into a turnbuckle. PRL hits the turnbuckle sternum first. Once PRL stumbles out of the turnbuckle, Popick grabs PRL and lifts him up in the air from behind. Backdrop! BUT WAIT! PRL does ANOTHER backflip (!!!) and goes behind Popick. German Suplex with a bridge into pinning position! Jesse “The Body” Ventura counts. 1… 2… 2 ½ 2.9999999999999999999 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KIIIICKKKKOUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!! COLE Only a two count! Only a two count! CABOOSE WHAT? How the hell is that possible? Just tell me how! Seriously. What the hell? Tha Puerto Rican thought that was it. He argues with Jesse Ventura, who saids that it was a two count. PRL curses under his breath as he grabs Stephen Joseph by his head and runs with him towards the ropes. PRL leaps over the top rope onto the floor, while still holding onto Popick’s head. Because of this, Popick’s neck hits the top rope, causing him to bounce off the ropes onto the mat. The Necksnap! PRL quickly heads back into the ring, waiting for Popick to get up. Once Popick is on his knees, PRL charges forward, jumping over Popick, but grabbing his neck in mid-air to give him a neckbreaker! The Lightning Shock! COLE People shouldn’t bend like that. PRL picks up Popick and whips Popick into a turnbuckle. Popick reverses, and PRL hits the turnbuckle. Popick charges forward. P.R. leaps over Popick—NO—Popick grabs PRL’s legs as he’s leaping, and throws him back down onto the mat, HARD! Stephen covers Tha Puerto Rican! 1… 2… TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Stephen Joseph picks up Tha Puerto Rican. PRL gets a sudden burst of energy and punches Popick with Rock-style jabs. Left. Left. Left. Spit. Punch. Popick goes down! Puerto goes for a kick to the midsection, but Popick catches PRL’s left foot. Luckily for PRL, he fires back with the enzuguiri! Popick flops onto the mat! Tha Puerto Rican picks up Stephen Joseph and gives him an Irish whip into the ropes. Popick reverses. He goes for a clothesline. PRL ducks…and hits the flying forearm. Kip up~! COLE Here we go! The end is near! PRL is setting up for the Corporate Nightmare! CABOOSE Yes! All right! All right! Yes! It’s almost time! It’s almost time! The crowd starts cheering as Tha Puerto Rican heads to a turnbuckle. PR starts stomping his right foot a’la Shawn Michaels. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. Popick is still on the mat, but is slowly showing signs of movement. COLE Will PRL hit the Sweet Chin Music? CABOOSE Yes. Yes he will! He’s going to do it! PRL anxiously waits for Popick to get up. Popick is on one knee. PRL continues “tuning up the band”. Popick gets to his feet. Popick stumbles a bit, groggy, fatigued, and breathing hard. Stephen Joseph turns around, just as Tha Puerto Rican rushes forward… *KA-POW~!!!* AND KNOCKS OUT POPICK WITH THE SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!! Tha Puerto Rican looks at the downed Popick, and then at the crowd, and a smile appears on his face. “THAT’S IT!” CABOOSE Yeah! That’s it! Time for the Corporate Nightmare! We’re going to have a new World Champion! We’re going to have a new World Champion! A World Champion who deserves the belt! “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican gets ready to deliver the Corporate Nightmare. The crowd cheers loudly. By now 95% of the crowd is behind Tha Puerto Rican. Popick is still knocked out, but is showing signs of movement. COLE We could be just moments away from the crowning of a new World Champion! CABOOSE We ARE moments away from the crowning of a new World Champion! Stephen Joseph slowly sits up. He gets on one knee, albeit slowly. CABOOSE Come on already! Get up! Come on! Come on! Popick uses the ropes to help him get to his feet. Stephen Joseph holds his back in pain as he gets to a vertical base. PRL has a wide sinister smile on his face. When Stephen Joseph turns around, PRL greets him with the KICK WHAM CORPORATE NIGHTMARE!!! COLE He hit it! The Corporate Nightmare! The Corporate Nightmare connects! CABOOSE YES! YES! YES! PIN HIM PRL! PIN HIM! “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican covers Stephen Joseph Popick. The crowd cheers as Jesse “The Body” Ventura makes the count. ONE! TWO! THREE!!! POPICK PUTS HIS RIGHT FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! CABOOSE PRL won! He’s won the World Heavyweight Title! COLE No! It was a two count! Popick’s foot was on the bottom rope! CABOOSE What? Popick’s foot was on the bottom rope? COLE Yeah. Jesse Ventura saw it. Popick’s foot was on the bottom rope. CABOOSE Oh, God damnit. PRL thinks he’s won the title, as does the crowd. Jesse Ventura tells him that it was only a two count. Tha Puerto Rican can’t believe it. The crowd is shocked and starts booing. COLE Stephen Joseph Popick’s last second desperation move maybe the turning point of this match! CABOOSE Oh no. No! No! Don’t jinx him! Shut up! Don’t say anything! We still got a match! PRL still has a chance to beat Popick! Tha Puerto Rican puts head in his hands. It looks like he is about to cry. By now almost all of PRL's Puerto Rican flag facepaint is gone. A LOUD “P.R.! P.R.!” chant starts up. Puerto grabs Stephen Popick and slaps his face in frustration. Bulldog on Popick! PRL is not done yet. He picks up Popick and places him in between his legs. PRL lifts Stephen up. Piledriver! PR covers Popick. 1... 2… POPICK KICKS OUT! Puerto Rican whips SJP into a turnbuckle. PR charges forward, but gets elbowed in the face. Popick grabs Puerto and gives him a Russian Legsweep. He hooks PRL’s right leg…and only gets a two count! COLE That was a close call right there! Popick argues with Jesse Ventura. POPICK Are you blind? That was obviously a three! I could see it, the fans could see it! It was a three count! Stephen Joseph stands up to Jesse Ventura, literally. The World Champion and the Special Guest Referee get into an argument as PRL recovers from the Russian Legsweep. Popick looks like he is about to blow a gasket. COACH Uh-oh. I don’t think this is going to end well for Popick. He’s yelling at Jesse “The Body” Ventura! CABOOSE Come on Jesse. Pop him one. Do it for me. Please! Stephen Joseph Popick and Jesse “The Body” Ventura are still in their heated argument. The crowd cheers, hoping for Jesse to get into a physical altercation with Popick. But before Popick and Jesse “The Body” Ventura can come to blows, Tha Puerto Rican sneaks up behind Popick and leaps onto his shoulders. Popick tries to throw PRL off his shoulders, but to no avail. Finally, Tha Puerto Rican rolls forward into a victory roll! NO! Stephen Joseph Popick REVERSES the victory roll into one of his own, wrapping PRL, while grabbing a hold of his tights! Referee Jesse “The Body” Ventura counts. 1… 2… 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* (24:55) CABOOSE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! COLE Stephen Joseph cheated to win again! Stephen Joseph has retained the OAOAST World Title! BUFFER Here is your winner…and STILL (BIG Boos) One And Only AngleSault Thread Heavyweight Champion of the WOOORRRRLLLLLLDDDDDDDD….STEPHEN JOSEPH POPPIIIICCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!! “It Ain’t Over For Me” by Terrance Howard starts playing. Stephen Joseph has a smile as wide as the Cheshire Cat. Meanwhile, “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican is shocked. Jesse Ventura raises Popick’s arms in victory, not knowing how he was able to get the win. COLE Stephen Joseph was only seconds away from losing the World Title several times in this matchup, but thanks to a combination of luck and cheating, he is still OUR World Champion! CABOOSE Aw shit. Shit. Shit! Bullshit! Fuck! Fuck! Damn! Damn! Damn it to hell! Son of a bitch! Aw! Bullshit! This is just…words can’t describe how I feel right now. I’m so…UGH! COLE I get the feeling you’re not alone. Garbage is thrown into the ring. Jesse Ventura hands the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt over to Stephen Joseph, who holds it close to his heart, caressing it like it was his baby. He kisses the belt and then raises it over his head, which only causes the boos to get louder. CABOOSE Oh damn! That’s an image I never want to see again. COACH Well, too bad, Caboose. Because for the time being, Stephen Joseph is still the OAOAST World Champion. Popick tells Jesse to raise his arms in victory again. Jesse obliges. He then leaves the ring. Stephen Joseph celebrates in the ring, waving his World Title belt in the air like he just don’t care. “It Ain’t Over For Me” is still playing while Tha Puerto Rican rests his head on a turnbuckle pad. COLE Tha Puerto Rican put up a hell of a fight. He had Stephen Joseph beaten, but were it not for Stephen putting his foot on the bottom rope, Tha Puerto Rican would be the new World Heavyweight Champion! CABOOSE I couldn’t agree with you more, Michael, and that’s the only thing we’ll ever agree on. COACH Look at PRL. He’s crushed. He was screwed out of the World Title again! COLE I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you got to feel sorry for Tha Puerto Rican. He’s been screwed out of the OAOAST Championship not once, but twice in four weeks by the same man, his friend and manager! He must feel terrible right now. CABOOSE So, you’re FINALLY sympathizing with Tha Puerto Rican? I knew you would come around some day. Stephen Joseph stops his celebrating when he sees Tha Puerto Rican burying his head on the turnbuckle pad. Popick’s smile fades as he sees PRL getting back up. “It Ain’t Over For Me” dies down as Popick continues to stare at Tha Puerto Rican, who stares back. COLE Oh boy. Popick, I hope you’re happy with what you’ve done! PRL’s eyes are red. He walks over to Popick, who has a serious look on his face. The crowd is buzzing in anticipation of what will happen next. COLE Are PRL and Popick still friends? COACH I think we’re about to find out. CABOOSE This is the end of the PRL/Popick alliance. I just know it is. Popick starts talking to PRL. PRL nods his head while Popick speaks. Popick then puts his right hand out for PRL to shake. The crowd starts cheering, hoping that Tha Puerto Rican won’t continue his alliance with Stephen Joseph. PR looks at the crowd, and then looks at Popick. He keeps going back and forth between the fans and Popick. COLE What is PRL’s decision going to be? POPICK You can slap my hand, or you can slap my face. It’s your decision. Go ahead. Make it now. It’s all up to you. Where do you want to go now? Tha Puerto Rican thinks it over. The crowd eggs him on to slap Popick in the face. They start chanting “P.R.! P.R.! P.R.! P.R.!” COLE Popick told him point blank. He can either slap his hand, or slap his face. COACH These fans certainly want Tha Puerto Rican to slap Popick in the face. CABOOSE Yeah! Slap him in the face P.R.! Bitchslap Popick! Do it! After a few minutes of agonizing over his decision, Tha Puerto Rican walks over to Stephen Joseph Popick… AND SLAPS HIS HAND. COLE WHAT? CABOOSE Ugh! “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican shakes Stephen Joseph Popick’s hand. The crowd completely turns on Tha Puerto Rican, booing him out of the building. PRL and Popick hug in the middle of the ring. Unlike the Benoit/Guerrero hug at WrestleMania XX, this hug is met with nothing but boos and garbage being thrown into the ring. COLE How can he do that? Why? Why-why would he agree to go back to being his client? COACH This doesn’t make any sense. PRL and Stephen Joseph were just tearing into each other not even ten minutes ago! And now, they’ve reformed their alliance? How is that possible? “It Ain’t Over For Me” starts playing again. PRL and Popick both have evil smiles on their faces. PRL heads to the timekeeper’s table to grab his custom made spinner 24/7 Championship belt and spins the belt plate. He and Popick bump belts at ringside. PR jaws with a fan, to establish that he is once again a full fledged heel. COLE It looks like PRL hasn’t changed at all! He’s still the same selfish, egotistical, despicable, heartless person he was before! And here I was feeling sorry for the guy! CABOOSE And the worst part is he’s still aligned with Popick. Popick is still his “Career Consultant”. Popick is still his manager. THIS SUCKS! PR sneers at the fans as he and Popick walk up the entrance ramp. He and Popick laugh evilly. COLE Well fans, what a memorable night it has been at November Reign. We end November Reign with Stephen Joseph Popick STILL the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion, and Tha Puerto Rican STILL aligned with Stephen Joseph Popick! And with those two men together, will anyone be able to stop Stephen Joseph’s Title reign? And why did Tha Puerto Rican agree to continue working with Popick anyway? For Caboose and Jonathon Coachman, I’m Michael Cole saying so long, and we’ll see you this Thursday on HeldDOWN~! “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph Popick stop to pose in the center of the entryway to loud boos. Garbage is still being thrown into the ring. PRL and Popick laugh evilly, holding their titles in the air. We end the pay-per-view on that image. (FADE OUT) (THE END)

COLE Hell of a night so far folks, we’ve just witnessed a new champion! CABOOSE I’m in shock! COLE That’s nothing compared to Peter Knight right now! He’s livid! He just took out his former partner in a vicious attack! COLE Well, coming up next is an even bigger – wait a minute… The lights dim in Halifax for the umpteenth time tonight, and the crowd, still buzzing from Parka’s X Title win, don’t know what to expect. COLE (talk to someone) Is this it… he’s here? Now? L-Ladies and Gentlemen, I’ve just gotten word from the back that we are about to be joined by none other than the form- Cole is cut off by static on the AngleTron, but not the usual looking black and white static, the white has been replaced with a deep blood red. We are treated to old images of war, and significant global events, all in red and black. A voice fills the arena, a similar voice; that of the countdown to a space shuttle lift-off. 3… 2… 1… A drum beat, different to the one we’re used to, recognisable as that from Millionaire’s single “I’m On a High”. The crowd come alive, the entrance way turns red, and the guitars kick in, signalling the arrival of one of the most successful stars in OAOAST history. As the lights turn red, there he is, at the entrance way, in front of the sword, striking the crucifix pose. “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!” He is dressed in a hooded jacket, much like he wears when coming to the octagon for a fight. Also sweatpants, and sneakers. He brings his hands down by his side as the song kicks into high gear, before walking slowly down the ramp, almost to the beat of the music. A few fans reach out to slap his hand, one or two are lucky as he returns the gesture. The vocals start. I was at an all time low I didn’t know I couldn’t tell why Until she told me so Moving quicker now, he walks up the steel steps and into the ring, wiping his feet on the apron, as all the greats do, to show respect. With a tender kiss She made me fly From the abyss …I’m on a high BOOOOOOM!!! I’M ON A HIGH! He strikes the pose yet again, triggering the explosions of pyro from the entrance ramp. Flicking off his hood, Axel’s face is revealed to the Halifax crowd, who let out a huge cheer. A half-smirk on his face, Axel ascends the turnbuckles to strike the crucifix pose so that the fans can get a good photo opportunity. He goes to all four turnbuckles, before grabbing a microphone from ringside, and making a ‘cut’ motion for his music. COLE Axel has returned. And these people couldn’t be happier. COACH But what’s he going to say? What does he think about everything? What is going through his mind? COLE Hopefully we are about to find out. The music dies down, but the crowd doesn’t. Chants of ‘AX-EL! AX-EL!’ fill the arena, making the former two-time OAOAST Champion look around him, and marvel at the crowd that he has not been in front of for no less than three months. He takes a deep breath, and brings the microphone to his lips, but he can’t even get a word in before the crowd goes up in unison again, cheering for the return of one of their favourites. Axel tries again, and this time, he speaks. AXEL You know, I was about to come out here, say what I wanted to say and walk back up that ramp, but after the reception you just gave me, I think I’ll stay a little longer. “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!” AXEL I’ve missed this place. This place was my life for two years; two long, difficult, testing years. But I always loved coming out here and hearing that reaction. I never grew tired of hearing you people chant my name. Axel tries to go on, but considering he likes it so much, and the Halifax crowd are in such a giving mood, they start up the ‘AX-EL! AX-EL!’ chants again. AXEL But I know that I’m not out here tonight to just throw a big welcome back party, I’m out here because everyone wants to know just exactly what I think about the events of the past three months. Everyone wants to know just exactly what Axel thinks of the big bad civil war. I mean, you people all want to know whose side I’m on, right? “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!” AXEL Well, hopefully I can address that. You see, in addition to becoming one of the most talented and feared fighters in the world over the past months, I’ve also been doing a lot of watching, and a lot of listening. I’ve seen a lot. I’ve heard a lot. I’ve seen, for instance, Zack Malibu and Leon Rodez win the OAOAST Tag Team Championship. “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAH!” AXEL I’ve seen the Women’s division set the world on fire, I’ve seen legends return to the fold for one night only, and I’ve seen two dominant groups formed in this company, both fighting for supreme power. But you know the thing that stuck out the most? You know what I saw that troubled me; that plagued my dreams, my thoughts for the best part of six weeks? I saw two of my best friends in this world leave the sport that they loved, not because of injury, or retirement, but because of politics. Because of power plays. Because of people in the back wanting to make a statement! I’ve heard the explanations from both sides, I’ve heard what my friends had to say, and I’ve heard what the other side had to say, and I can honestly say that right now, after all the pain, all the heartache, all the drama, all the BULLSHIT, I can honestly say, that I. DON’T. CARE. I don’t! I wash my hands of the whole thing. Because there’s two things that I step into this ring for. I’ll give you a hint, one of those things isn’t to play Mr. Politician. I step in this ring to beat somebody up, and I step into this ring to justify the hard-earned money that each and every one of you spend every time you go to an OAOAST show! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!” AXEL Say what you want about my ability, my charisma, my skills, but don’t ever doubt the fact that every time I wrestle, I try to entertain, and I try to win. Not necessarily in that order, but I do both of those things. So, there’s your little shoot promo boys and girls in the back, hope you enjoyed all the shocking revelations there. Now, on to this Civil War. You know, ever since I got here, there’s been little factions in the back. We ended the brand split, the IntenseZone guys stuck together, the HeldDown guys stuck together. Now, it’s the younger guys and the older guys. Well, the older guys and the younger guys with some other older guys stuck in. Everyone’s been asking me: “Axel, are you an original, or an upstart?” “Axel, which side are you on?” Well, lets look at my options. On the one side, you’ve got the originals, led by the man who drove my friends out of this company, and flanked by the guys who screwed me out of the OAOAST Championship back in June. Zack, Tony, Dan, we’ve had a pretty interesting history, and while I see what you’re fighting for, it really isn’t my cause. “BOOOOOOOOOO!” AXEL Now wait a second, hear me out. On the other hand, you’ve got the upstarts. The Global Party Exchange, Bohemoth, Jamie O’Hara, the young, up-and-comers of this company. Sounds good. But that brings me to Stephen Joseph. COLE Oh, this should be good. The buzz around the internet has been strong, Axel’s opinions of Stephen Joseph are well known! AXEL Now I’m not going to call you a champion, because Stephen, you’re nothing more than a joke. I have no personal respect for you, and I certainly have no professional respect for you. To even insinuate that you are on the level of past OAOAST champions is nothing more than a joke. A bad joke. Do you see anyone in this arena laughing? By wearing that belt not only do you disrespect its legacy, but you disrespect every man that has even worn it. That includes me. As for your opponent tonight, I feel very much the same tonight. So to whoever wins the OAOAST Championship tonight, you’d better hold onto that belt real nice and tight, because I’m coming after you. COLE Wow, Axel calling out the champion! AXEL Oh, you want to know what side I picked. Well it doesn’t look good for either side right now, does it? Not as if either side screams ‘pick me’! I could side with enemies, or I could side with enemies. So, I’m not picking a side… yet. This is like choosing where the Olympics will be, or where the World Cup is held. I’m sure both sides will send their little representatives, and I’ll weigh up my options. Then I’ll make a choice. But until then, I guess everyone’s gonna have to wait. You might not like it, and to tell you the truth, I don’t either. Aussies aren’t fence-sitters. But right now isn’t the time to choose. When the time is right, trust me, you guys will know. Until then, I’m back. And as the song says, I’m better than ever. Axel drops the mic, as “I’m on a High” starts up again. The former two-time champion goes to the outside and slaps a few hands on his way back up the entrance ramp, before posing to the crowd before exiting the arena. COLE Some very interesting comments from a very interesting superstar guys. CABOOSE I’ve got a lot of respect for Axel, but I disagree with his decision to not pick a side. This is an all-out war between the Originals and the Upstarts, and everyone wants to know where Axel’s loyalty lies. He’d better make that choice quickly, or the boys in the back will make it for him. COACH But at the same time ‘Boose, both sides are still in the running to gain Axel as a vital member of their team. CABOOSE No, it doesn’t, you heard Axel, he hates Stephen Joseph, so he’ll certainly be an Original. COACH Hey, that might be, but Zack Malibu drove his two best friends out of this company. He’ll join the Upstarts. COLE Guys, whichever group Axel joins will have a huge advantage over the other. This could be a tide-turning decision by Axel. But in any event, we’ve got a very important Main Event match coming up next, Stephen Joseph defending his title against Tha Puerto Rican, with Jesse Ventura as the Special Guest Referee!

COLE Up next we have a match between two men who at one point were tag team partners. Not just partners, but former two time Tag Team Champions and one of the most recognizable Tag Teams in OAOAST History. Now they are at each other's throat and Peter Knight has even gone as far as to say that the Dream Machines are dead. COACH The Dream Machines may be dead but Parka and Peter Knight are not and tonight they're going to fight for the X-Division Title. COLE That's right and by order of Calvin Szechstein Peter Knight can lose that title by count out or disqualification. This came about because Peter Knight walked out on his last match with Parka. CABOOSE The two of you can sit out here and speculate as to why Knight walked out, but until you get inside his head you don't know why. So I suggest that the two of you keep your mouths shut. By the way how much money did Parka pay Calvin to get that stipulation anyway? COLE Oh come on Parka didn't pay off Calvin! CABOOSE Doesn't it seem convenient to you that Parka could win the title on a Countout or DQ? COLE That wasn't Parka's idea and what if Knight tries to leave again? CABOOSE If Parka isn't worthy of his time then he has that right. COLE Let's just send it to Buffer already. BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen this next bout is scheduled for one fall and is for the X-Division Championship!!! In this match if the Champion is counted out or disqualified he will lose his title! CALIFORNIA LOVE!!!!! YEAHHHHHHH!!!!! "California Love" by Dr. Dre and Tupac plays as the fans stand and cheer as the sleek black El Camino pulls up beside the stage and Parka revs the engine. Parka and Eddy exit the car and climb up onto the ramp using a set of steps on the side. Parka is all business as he walks to the ring and poses on the turnbuckles. The fans cheer as Parka removes his mask and hands it to Eddy. COLE Parka looks like he's still angry from the confrontation he had with Peter Knight on HeldDown. COACH I don't blame him. CABOOSE He needs to get over it. Parka jumps down from the turnbuckles and awaits PK as his music dies down. “Oh Hell Yeah” by H-Blocx begins and the fans start to boo. COLE Over the last month or so Peter Knight has had a change of attitude that has rubbed many people around here the wrong way. CABOOSE I think it's been for the better. To be successful in this business you can't let people walk over you. PK walks out onto the stage and holds his X Title high above his head as the lights flash around him. He is partly in darkness and partly in the spotlight, which gives an ominous look to him. Even in the dim light you can see the look of anger on his face. PK slowly walks the ramp and enters the ring. He stares down Parka, who is across the ring in the corner, and then poses on the turnbuckles with the belt. BOOOOOOOO!!!!! PK steps down and hands the belt to the ref, who then holds it up for both men to see as well as the crowd. BUFFER And now to introduce the participants for tonight's matchup. First, to my right, hailing from San Diego, California, he is a two time Tag Team Champion, and former HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion. Two years ago he was a part of the Dream Machines with the very man he faces tonight. Tonight he weighs in at 245 pounds, he is THE PARKA!!!!!! The fans cheer as Parka waves without taking his eyes off of PK. BUFFER Next, to my left, hailing from Fall River, Massachusetts, he is also a two time Tag Team Champion, a former 24/7 Champion, and the current X-Division Champion. He was the second half of the Dream Machines with the man he faces tonight. Tonight he weighs in at 265 pounds. He is PETER KNIGHT!!!!! PK doesn't wave at al as the fans boo him because of his recent attitude change. COLE The fans here tonight are clearly behind Parka. CABOOSE Why? Buffer exits the ring as the ref gives last minute instructions. PK and Parka come face to face as the ref calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* PK and Parka start to circle each other, waiting for the other to make a move, finally they lock up and Parka gets a quick Side Headlock. PK twists out of it, hooks Parka's left arm, and turns it into a Hammerlock. Parka twists his way out and reverses into a Hammerlock of his own. Parka thinks quick and takes PK to the mat before he can reverse again. Parka then quickly switches over to another Side Headlock and then quickly into a Front Facelock. COLE I wasn't expecting mat wrestling, but I guess Parka wants to try and set the pace early for this match. COACH As long as Parka has control then PK won't have a chance to leave. CABOOSE He can't leave you idiot...he paid Calvin off to make sure of that. COLE Enough! Parka pulls PK to his feet with the Front Facelock still applied and then drapes PK's other arm over his head. Parka hits a Snap Suplex and goes for a cover. 1 No!!! COLE Nothing but a one count. It's way too early for a pin. Both men are up quickly and PK plants a knee to Parka's gut to turn the momentum. PK then whips Parka to the ropes and goes for a Clothesline, but Parka grabs PK's arm and flips himself up onto PK's back in the Crucifix position! Parka manages to pull PK down into a pin. 1 2 No!!! COLE Parka has come into this match with a totally new strategy. He's usually all about impact moves as well as sticking and moving, but now he's mat wrestling PK! CABOOSE That's what you do Cole when you're in a match with someone who knows you like the back of his hand. You change things up! Both men get to their feet and PK hits a quick Clothesline that takes Parka down to the mat. The impact of the clothesline echoes around the arena! COACH Damn! PK is pissed! CABOOSE Can you blame him? Parka stands and PK scoops him up and Slams him to the mat. Parka is back up after a couple of seconds and grabs him by the arm before whipping him to the ropes. As Parka bounces back PK hits a Sidewalk Slam and goes for a cover. 1 2 No!!! COLE I sense a frustration in Pk over Parka's style change. CABOOSE Like I was saying when you go into a match with a former tag partner you expect to know how that person wrestles! COACH Just like I expect you guys to suck everytime I do commentary. CABOOSE Don't get smart with me tonight Coach. PK doesn't wait for Parka to stand as he pulls him up by the head and shoves him back into a corner. PK then plants five elbows to the side of Parka's head before backing up and nailing him in the corner with a hard Clothesline. Parka stumbles forward and PK shoves him to the mat before making a cover. 1 2 No!!! Instead of standing PK sits on Parka's back, hooks Parka's arms over his legs, and then pulls back on Parka's chin with a Camel Clutch. PK You wanna try something different? We'll try something different!!! COLE Did you hear PK? CABOOSE Of course I did I'm not deaf. Parka tries with all his might to swing his leg over to the rope, but he keeps missing by inches. The ref asks Parka if he wants to quit, but Parka says no. With one last ditch effort Parka manages to land his foot on the rope and the ref calls for a break. 1...2...3...4...*PK breaks the hold* COACH Smart move by PK in holding till the last second. CABOOSE Now you're learning. PK now has a smile on his face and beckons Parka to come on. PK looks like he's ready to pounce whenever Parka stands (but not in the Monty Brown type of way). Parka stands right in front of the ropes and PK comes in for a Big Boot, but Parka ducks at the last second and pulls down on the top rope. PK's leg goes over the rope and Parka lets go right as PK stops, letting the top rope hit him in the crotch! PK pulls his leg back and crouches over in pain. The ref yells at Parka, but Parka says it was an accident. CABOOSE What do you call that!? COLE I call it Parka's temper getting the better of him. CABOOSE Well what is that Eddy what's-his-face doing out there then!? Parka runs up behind the crouching PK, hooks his head, and nails a Bulldog. Parka then goes for a cover. 1 2 No!!! Eddy gives Parka an admonishing look, but Parka just shrugs his shoulders. Some fans in the crowd mock PK by holding their crotch and making faces, which causes PK to become even more angry. Parka goes to pick PK up, but PK springs to life and hits a vicious STO that causes Parka's head to bounce off of the mat! COLE My God!! COACH I have a feeling these two are just going to get more and more vicious as the match goes on! CABOOSE Good...that's what I came to see! PK then gets in Parka's face and starts slapping him. The fans boo, but PK doesn't listen. PK then pulls Parka back up by the head and hooks him for a Vertical Suplex. As PK gets him up he drops him right on his head with a Brainbuster and then makes a cover. 1 2 No!!! COLE I think you are right Coach. CABOOSE Don't tell him that! PK becomes even more frustrated and as he stands he brings Parka up with him. PK then lifts him up and hits a Vertical Suplex, but he doesn't let go. COLE He could be going for the Knight Roll. PK lifts him again, but Parka falls behind him and spins him around. This time Parka goes for a Vertical Suplex and holds on. COACH Now Parka's going for the Supercharger! CABOOSE Both men have a similar move...PK should have known not to go for it while Parka still has enough wits about him to recognize it. Parka goes for another suplex, but PK also manages to slip out behind him. PK then spins Parka around, grabs him by the arm, and blasts him with a Forearm to the face. Parka goes down, but PK holds the arm and pulls him back up into another Forearm! Again PK pulls him back up and this time takes him down with a hard chop to the chest! Parka falls to the mat as PK finally releases his arm. CABOOSE Thats it! This is great...two men brutalizing each other! COACH Calm down there Boose. PK tells Parka to "come on" as Parka slowly gets back up. Parka gets up and stumbles into the ropes where PK hits a Running Clothesline that sends Parka tumbling out to the floor! PK wastes no time in following and gets heckled by the ringside fans. PK then swipes a beer from one of the fans and drinks it down before throwing the cup back to the fan. He then goes to grab Parka, but Parka comes alive and whips PK into the ring steps! PK hits the steps hard with his shoulder and the top portion of the steps becomes dislodged! COLE PK shouldn't have let the fans distract him! CABOOSE He was just taking a beer break. Parka then pulls PK back to his feet, plants a shoulder in PK's gut, and slams him back first against the guardrail! Parka then climbs back into the ring to stop the count and then measures PK. COLE What's he doing? Parka bounces off the other side of the ring and takes a running Suicide Dive through the ropes....but PK moves!! Parka slams into the guadrail hard, almost knocking it over! COLE OH MY GOD!!! COACH Hey you're not Joey Styles!! COLE Parka managed to get an arm up to shield his head, but he's still hurt! CABOOSE This gets better and better! PK laughs as Parka lies on the ground in pain. The ref stops his count and climbs out of the ring to check on Parka. Eddy comes around to check on him as well, but PK starts to make a move towards him and Eddy backs off. COLE What's he doing now?? PK You stay out of this Eddy! REF PK back off! PK bows up to the ref, which causes him to back off a few steps, thus giving PK enough room to get at Parka. PK picks Parka up by the head and slides him back into the ring. Both the ref and PK climb back in and PK immediately goes for Parka. Parka is somehow standing but a kick to the gut from PK stops that. PK then hooks Parka's arms and hits a Double Underhook Suplex before making a cover. 1 2 3!! No!!! Parka kicks out! PK can't believe it and goes after the ref, but the ref reminds him that he'll lose his title on a DQ. PK then grabs a standing Parka and tosses him into the corner. PK follows right behind Parka and nails him with a knee to the gut before Parka can even recover from hitting the turnbuckles. PK the lays in the chops to Parka's chest. PK gets frustrated that Parka's shirt is absorbing most of the blow so he rips Parka's shirt open and starts blasting Parka's chest with chops! COLE Just listen to those chops! COACH Just look at that chest!! CABOOSE Say what!? PK then pulls the torn shirt off and starts choking Parka in the corner with it. The ref begins to count. 1...2...3...4...*PK lets go of the choke and throws the shirt to the outside* COLE PK better watch out if he wants to keep his title! CABOOSE He knows very well what he's doing Cole! PK then Hip Tosses Parka out of the corner and almost all the way across the ring. As Parka stands PK nails him with a Big Boot that sends Parka down to the mat hard. Parka then rolls to the outside to catch a breather. COLE PK is on fire! CABOOSE He wants to destroy his former partner so he finally stop hearing about how great a team they were and finally get people to focus on him alone! COACH Where did you hear this? CABOOSE From PK himself! A close up camera shot shows that Parka's chest is beat red as he rests on the outside. PK exits the ring and pulls Parka back to his feet. He then lifts Parka up and drops him hard across the guardrail. Parka bounces off and lands on the mat, barely able to breathe. The ref exits the ring and screams at PK to bring it back in the ring or else he will be disqualified! CABOOSE Is the ref paid off too!? COLE He's just doing his job! Eddy comes around and yells at PK, but PK just gives him a dirty look and then rolls Parka back into the ring. PK then slides in after him and pulls Parka back up. He then lifts Parka onto his shoulders for the Knightmare. COLE If he hits this it's all over! CABOOSE That's too bad. There's so much more he could do to him. PK swings Parka out for the move, but Parka manages to land on his feet behind PK. Parka then hooks him and hits a desparation Russian Leg Sweep, but he's too tired to cover immediately. COLE All Parka has to do is drape an arm on him! He's a few inches away! CABOOSE Are you going to start cheerleading again? Parka finally drapes an arm over PK. 1 2 No!!!! PK is up before Parka and looks even more pissed off. PK grabs Parka and Gorilla Presses him over his head! Instead of dropping him immediately he looks to the outside. COLE What is he doing?? PK then launches Parka out of the ring and right onto Eddy Kalm!! COLE Dammit no!!! COACH Eddy is dead...and Parka isn't too well off either! CABOOSE That was brilliant! The ref is now in PK's face and is screaming at him, but PK just laughs. PK then exits the ring and playfully kicks at Eddy, who is out cold on the floor. PK then turns to Parka and pulls him up by the head, but Parka comes to life and starts nailing PK with rights and lefts!! COLE Parka is alive!!! COACH And he's pissed off!!! COLE Eddy must have cushioned the landing...as bad as that sounds. It saved Parka from taking the full impact of the move! Parka whips PK to the ringsteps and this time PK hits with his knees and flips over the top! The already loosened top step goes with him and PK lands hard on the steel! COLE Oh my God! What a bad landing for PK he could be hurt!! CABOOSE Disqualify Parka!! COACH For what!? PK gets up holding his knee and Parka smells blood. As PK stands Parka hits a chop block and PK goes down hard. Parka then pulls PK back up and slides him into the ring. PK rolls onto his back as Parka climbs to the second turnbuckle and comes off with a Diving Elbow to PK's knee!! COLE Parka has found his opening and he's going for it!! Parka then rolls PK onto his stomach, grabs PK's leg, and does a Step Over Toe Hold before twisting around and hooking an arm around PK's face! COLE STF!!! CABOOSE They're in the middle of the ring! Parka might have this won!! COACH The fans are on their feet! The crowd is chanting "PARKA, PARKA, PARKA" as he wrenches back on the STF and PK screams in pain. The ref asks PK if he wants to quit, but PK says no! PK begins elbowing Parka viciously and Parka lets go of the crossface, but Parka still has the leg locked so he bridges backwards and puts all the pressure on the leg!! COLE What a move! PK thought he had the hold broken!! PK frantically reaches for the ropes and finally grabs hold. The ref begins to count. 1...2...3...4...*Parka finally breaks the hold* COLE Now Parka is playing PK's game of holding on till the last second. CABOOSE How nice of him. Parka uses the opportunity to catch a breather as both men lie on the mat. The ref starts a 10 count. 1 2 3 4 5 6 Parka pulls himself up slowly 7 PK begins to stand 8 Both men stand and walk to the center of the ring PK is noticably limping. The two men get nose to nose and finally start trading punches back and forth. PK rakes Parka's eyes to stop the exchange and gets another warning from the ref. PK then hoists Parka onto his shoulder for the Knightmare, but his leg won't let him finish the move. Parka quickly gets free and falls behind PK, hooking him on the way down for a Sunset Flip! 1 2 3!! No!!! PK kicks out!! COLE We almost had a new champion right there!! Both men get up slowly and Parka grabs PK by the arm before whipping him to the ropes. As PK comes back Parka nails him with a Jumping Leg Lariat! He then goes for another cover. 1 2 3!! No!! PK kicks out again! The fans sound disappointed as Parka comes up short again. COLE Every time Parka gets a near fall off PK comes up looking ready to kill. CABOOSE He's been ready to kill. COACH I think both men are! Parka waits for PK to stand and runs in for a Float Over DDT, but as Parka flips around and hooks the head PK wraps his arms around him and hits a Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge! 1 2 No!!! Parka kicks out as PK's leg won't let him hold the bridge for long! COLE PK's knee gave out! We might have had a win right there if it hadn't! COACH Are you sure about that? Both men get up at the same time and PK rushes Parka for a Clothesline, but Parka goes low and hits a Low Dropkick to PK's knee!! PK goes down hard and Parka is there to pick him right back up by the head. He then hooks him and hits a Vertical Suplex! Parka holds on and hits another Suplex. He then holds on one more time and hits a third Suplex before rolling over and going for the Michinoku Driver. Parka hits the move and the fans go crazy! COLE Supercharger! That's it cover him!! COACH I think Parka wore himself out! CABOOSE Of course he did. That's the downfall of a move like that. You take a lot out of yourself to perform it! Both men lie on the mat as Parka tries to catch his breath. Finally he crawls over and makes the cover. 1 2 3!!! No!!! PK somehow kicks out!! COLE I can't believe it!! COACH After all you've seen tonight you can't believe that? CABOOSE He took too long! The fans stomp their feet and clap their hands as Eddy Kalm, who has finally gotten back to his feet, starts pounding on the mat. COLE The fans are trying to get Parka back into this match. The ref's 10 count is up to 6 as Parka gets to his feet and motions for the end. COACH Is he going for it!? CABOOSE He better not waste his time again. Parka pulls PK up to his feet and goes for the Day of the Dead (No-Release Razor's Edge), but PK slips out and hooks Parka's head on the way down. PK then goes for a Reverse DDT, but Parka kicks off the mat and flips over PK's shoulder. Parka then spins PK around, kicks him in the gut, and then goes for the Day of the Dead again! This time he hits it!!! YEAHHHHHHH!!!!! COLE Parka hit the Day of the Dead!!! We may have a new champion!!! CABOOSE Yeah but he's not covering him yet!! Parka is again slow to make the cover. After a few seconds he drapes an arm over PK. 1 2 3!!! No!!! PK kicks out!!!! COLE What!? CABOOSE He kicked out of the Day of the Dead!!!! The fans can't believe it and neither can Parka. Parka has a look of frustration on his face as the fans start clapping again to get him back in the match. A "Let's go Parka" chant starts as Parka motions for PK to stand up. As PK gets to a knee Parka goes for the Shining Wizard, but PK springs to life and nails Parka with a vicious Clothesline! COLE Desparation clothesline by PK!!! COACH I can't believe these two. They are beating the hell out of each other!! CABOOSE I can believe it. There is so much emotion behind this match so I expected nothing less! Both men are down and the ref starts another 10 count. 1 2 3 4 5 PK starts to pull himself up 6 7 Parka starts to stand 8 PK gets to his feet and grabs Parka. He whips Parka hard into the corner and rushes in. PK hits a hard Clothesline in the corner and as Parka starts to fall PK gets under him and lifts him onto his shoulders. COLE PK's going for the Knightmare!! PK goes for the move, but yet again Parka slips out behind him. He then grabs PK's arm, pulls him towards him, and Hot Shots PK against the top turnbuckle that was behind Parka! COLE PK's head just snapped hard against that turnbuckle!!! Parka then gets a strange look on his face as he looks at PK in the corner. He lifts PK up and sits him on the top turnbuckle facing towards the outside of the ring! COLE What is Parka doing!? Parka then climbs up behind him, facing the opposite direction. CABOOSE My God....NO!!!! COACH Is he about to do what I think he's about to do!? Parka hooks PK's arms and the crowd goes crazy. Parka lifts PK and hits the Day of the Dead off the top rope!!! COLE OH MY GOD!!!!! Parka makes the cover. 1 2 3!!!!! *DING DING DING* COLE HE DID IT WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!!! CABOOSE I can't believe it!! The fans are on their feet cheering as Eddy climbs in the ring and helps Parka to his feet. BUFFER Here is your winner and NEWWWWWWW X-DIVISION CHAMPION....THE PARKA!!!!!! Eddy and the ref raise Parka's hand and then the ref hands Parka the X-Division Belt. Parka climbs up onto the turnbuckles and poses with the belt as the fans cheer and "California Love" plays. Knight holds the back of his head as he rolls into a sitting position. When he sees Parka with the belt, his eyes go wide and he lets out a frustrated groan as he throws his head back. COLE That is a very upset man in the ring. First he fails to capture the Heavyweight title on two occasions and now he's lost a title he has held since July. Parka hops off the turnbuckles and sees his former partner with his head down in defeat. He slings the X-Title over his shoulder and walks over to him, extending his hand to help Knight back to his feet. Knight stares at him, sighing and nodding as he takes it and helps PK back up, raising his hand in a show of respect which the crowd appreciates. COLE What a great contest. Parka has beaten his former partner and now is showing great....WAIT A MINUTE!!!! PK pulls Parka towards him and drills him with a clothesline. The crowd unleashes a torrent of boos as Knight looks down at his former friend, his anger finally boiling over. Eddy tries to stop him but PK nails him with a punch to the head. The ref tries to stop PK and he nails the ref before stomping on Parka. COLE What a sore loser!!! CABOOSE I told you there was a lot of emotion involved in this match!! Officials from the back storm the ring and pull PK off of Parka as PK is laying in punches to Parka's head. PK shakes off an official, grabs the X Title Belt, and nails a standing Parka in the head with it. PK then tosses the belt down onto Parka's body and pulls his own hair in frustration as he drapes his arms over the top rope, grabbing it and hopping up and down. He kicks the bottom rope and takes one last look over his shoulder at the fallen, but new X-Champion, shaking his head in disgust as he steps through the ropes. He pounds the apron as the officials surround him and lead him to the back. COLE What a dispicable display by the now former X-Division Champion Peter Knight!! COACH Emphasize former! CABOOSE Oh will you two shut up! PK leaves the ring with a scowl on his face and yells at a few fans as the officials accompany him to the back. Eddy helps Parka out of the ring and hands him his X-Title as the camera catches a close up of Parka's face. COLE Parka is busted open from that belt shot! But that doesn't change the fact that Parka is the new X-Division Champion! CABOOSE What a night it's been so far. COACH Could this be a sign of things still to come tonight? COLE Who knows?

COLE Now fans, coming up next is the continuation of a fierce rivalry. Vitamin X and Otaku II are about to collide one-on-one. COACH It’s a rematch from World Without End. This is going to be a good one. Otaku II is pumped up, and so is Vitamin X. *KA-CHING!* *Come and take your Vitamin X.* “Bling-Bling” by The Big Tymers featuring B.G. and Hot Boys starts playing while the crowd starts booing. Vitamin X comes out, doing the Shane-O-Mac Shuffle. X is wearing a black t-shirt with a black football jersey over it. VITAMIN X is written on the front of the jersey in red, blocky letters and “Eddie Guerrero: 1967-2005. VIVA LA RAZA” is written on the back in red, “gangsta-style” font. X is also wearing red sweatpants and white Reeboks. Dollar signs are superimposed over the entrance ramp as Vitamin X walks to the ring, bobbing his head to the beat of his entrance song. *DING DING DING* MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit. Introducing first. Coming to the ring at this time. From Miami, Florida. Weighing in at 248 lbs. He is the Financial Consultant for The Lightning Crew. VITAMIN XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!! Vitamin X jaws with the fans as he continues his walk to the ring. COLE Vitamin X has had it in for Otaku II ever since World Without End where Otaku defeated him fair and square. He acts as though he holds a victory over Otaku, when in real life, there was never a match, instead Vitamin X forced the referee to count Otaku out and give him the win! CABOOSE Do we have to go through this again, Michael? Vitamin X DID beat Otaku II four weeks ago on HeldDOWN~! He really did. COLE Anyway, this past Thursday on HeldDOWN~!, Vitamin X sent a message to Otaku II, and he did it the only way he could. The OAOAST HeldDOWN~! logo flashes by on the screen. Cut to the November 24th edition of HeldDOWN~! after Vitamin X and Cuban Wall interrupt Otaku’s interview: Cuban Wall kicks Otaku II in the stomach. Vitamin X goes off screen for a second, but then comes back with a steel chair. VITAMIN X Pick him up! Cuban Wall picks up the groggy and hurt Otaku II. He holds him up. Vitamin X has a sick smile on his face as he WALLOPS Otaku II over the head with the chair! CABOOSE There was only so much of Otaku’s bullcrap that Vitamin X could take. Talking about how there was no second match between the two of them. Vitamin X had to punish him for making those remarks. Vitamin X gets on top of Otaku and punches him in the forehead. Blood starts pouring from Otaku’s forehead. He grinds the point of his left elbow on the cut. He goes back to punching Otaku in the face while Cuban Wall cheers him on. COLE And then we saw an almost sadistic side of Vitamin X as he stood over the bleeding Otaku. VITAMIN X Yeah! Yeah! You like that? You like that? Huh? You like that? BOO-YAH~!!! YOU GOT NOTHIN’ PUNK! OTAKU! YOU ARE MINE, THIS SUNDAY! You are mine! I’ll see you Sunday! The OAOAST HeldDOWN~! logo flashes across the screen. Vitamin X hops onto a turnbuckle, and crosses his arms in an X a’la HHH’s poses/spits water. The crowd is still booing. VX looks at the crowd in disgust and then gets off the turnbuckle. COLE There are no titles on the line in this match. This is all about respect. Vitamin X does not respect Otaku II, and he believes Otaku II does not respect him. Vitamin X bounces off the ropes and does the Shane-O-Mac Shuffle. “Bling-Bling” by The Big Tymers featuring B.G. and Hot Boys dies down. CABOOSE Well, Otaku II is going to respect Vitamin X tonight, after X beats him that is. “Ashburn” by Hikari starts playing. The crowd pops. Sky blue lights around the arena turn on and off. Otaku II comes out by himself as the singer finishes the first verse. Otaku has a smile on his face as he raises his hands in the air acknowledging the fans’ cheers. He jogs down the ramp and to the ring, high fiving fans along the way. BUFFER And his opponent. From Boston, Massachusetts. Weighing in at 215 lbs. He is the leader of Mad Machine. OTAKUUUUUUU TWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! COLE Listen to the fans! They have a developed quite the admiration towards Otaku ever since he debuted in the OAOAST! CABOOSE Bah! These fans don’t have good taste then. Otaku II is nothing compared to Tha Puerto Rican, or Vitamin X. COLE Otaku suffered a mild concussion due to the chairshot from Vitamin X last Thursday. He’s been a little groggy all day, so you have to wonder if he’s 100% for this matchup. Otaku enters the ring. He gets on a turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air as “Ashburn” continues playing. The crowd cheers. Otaku II gets on another turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air to more cheers. Vitamin X leaves the ring during this. CABOOSE I doubt Otaku II will be 100% Michael. You saw that chairshot. It looked like it got Otaku HARD! It’s a miracle Otaku is still standing following that chairshot, let alone wrestling. Otaku takes off his Eddie Guerrero Cheat 2 Win T-shirt and throws it to the crowd. He stares at Vitamin X, and then decides to head out of the ring to get him. A short chase follows, but then Vitamin X enters the ring. Otaku is about to charge towards X, but X throws referee Jimmy Korderas in front of him to remind him that the bell hasn’t rung yet. The lights go back in the arena as “Ashburn” by Hikari dies down. COLE Otaku isn’t wasting anytime. He wants a piece of Vitamin X now. Referee Jimmy Korderas calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* VITAMIN X vs. OTAKU II Otaku and Vitamin X stare at each other from opposite corners. X leaves the ring. He tells Otaku he isn’t ready to fight yet. COLE He isn’t ready to fight? What does he mean by that? CABOOSE Maybe he hasn’t warmed up yet. You know, do some stretching, some jumping jacks. Stuff like that. Vitamin X walks around the ringside area. Otaku II goes to the outside, but is stopped by Jimmy Korderas. Otaku argues with Korderas. Meanwhile, Vitamin X gets back into the ring. While Otaku is arguing with the ref, X sneaks up behind Otaku and grabs his tights, rolling him up for a two count! COLE A kickout! Vitamin X wants to end this match quickly. VX quickly leaves the ring. Otaku II chases him around ringside. X gets into the ring, followed by Otaku. Since X entered the ring first, he is able to kick Otaku as he enters the ring. VX does this for a while. VX picks him up and takes him over to a turnbuckle, slamming his head against the turnbuckle pad. VX whips Otaku into the ropes. Otaku reverses, and gives him a BAAACK BODY DROP! X gets back up, so Otaku gives him a flapjack, followed by three forearms, which knock X down. The crowd chants “O-TAK-U! O-TAK-U!” Otaku II picks up Vitamin X and whips him into a turnbuckle. Otaku charges, but X moves out of the way and Otaku hits the turnbuckle! Vitamin X takes control, beating on Otaku with lefts and rights. He starts doing the Shane-O-Mac Shuffle. Punch. Punch. Shane-O-Mac Shuffle. Punch! Otaku goes down! VITAMIN X Yeah! That’s right! You ain’t nothing! Nothing! X heads to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off…doing the Leap Of Faith onto Otaku! He covers. 1… 2… OTAKU PUTS HIS SHOULDER UP!!! COLE Close call! Vitamin X is frustrated. “X’S A PU-SSY! *Clap Clap Clapclapclap* X’S A PU-SSY! *Clap Clap Clapclapclap* X’S A PU-SSY! *Clap Clap Clapclapclap* X’S A PU-SSY! *Clap Clap Clapclapclap*” CABOOSE Here we go again. HE IS NOT! Otaku gets up, but suddenly stumbles. He appears to be dizzy, which causes Jimmy Korderas to check on him. COLE It appears as though Otaku’s concussion is affecting him big time. CABOOOSE (Emotionless) Oh that is so terrible. While the referee checks on Otaku, Vitamin X notices a turnbuckle. He walks over to it and quickly unties the top turnbuckle pad. Once the turnbuckle pad is taken off, VX walks over to Otaku who was still being checked by the referee. COLE What’s X planning now? COACH Whatever it is, it isn’t good for Otaku! Vitamin X grabs Otaku and whips him into the turnbuckle with the exposed top turnbuckle. HOWEVER, Otaku reverses, and it is Vitamin X who hits the exposed top turnbuckle! VX hits the turnbuckle HARD! Otaku follows that by giving X a HARD clothesline on the turnbuckle! COACH Looks like X’s plan backfired on him! The crowd is hot! Otaku grabs Vitamin X in a facelock. He places VX on the top turnbuckle. Otaku gets on the second rope. COLE What’s he doing? COACH It looks like he’s going for the superplex! Otaku grabs Vitamin X by his hair. Suddenly, Vitamin X grabs Otaku’s head with his hands and SMASHES Otaku’s head on the exposed top turnbuckle! Otaku is dazed for a few seconds. Vitamin X stands up on the top turnbuckle. The crowd stands up also. With Otaku II hunched over on the second rope, and Vitamin X standing over him on the top turnbuckle, VX decides there’s no better time than now… TO DO A SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB~!!! Otaku landed on top of his head. Vitamin X covers Otaku II while grabbing Otaku’s tights! Referee Jimmy Korderas counts. 1… 2… 3!!! *DING DING DING* (4:35) COLE Vitamin X defeats Otaku II! CABOOSE X is now 2-1 against Otaku! “Bling-Bling” by The Big Tymers featuring B.G. and Hot Boys starts playing. Vitamin X runs out of the ring and raises his hands in victory while the crowd boos. BUFFER Here is your winner…VITAMINNNNN XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!! Referee Jimmy Korderas raises X’s hands in victory. COACH I can’t believe the match ended so quickly! COLE I can’t believe it either, but I believe if it weren’t for Otaku’s concussion, this match would have gone on much longer and would have had a different winner. Otaku’s concussion played a key role in X’s win tonight. CABOOSE Now come on! Concussion or not, Vitamin X would have won this match! He just proved to the world that he really is better than Otaku. You saw that sunset flip powerbomb? It was incredible. Only a man like Vitamin X could do something like that! COLE Well, I got to give credit to Vitamin X. He had a great counter. The OAOAST November Reign logo flashes by on the screen. The replay of the ending to the match is shown. COLE (CONT’D) Otaku’s head hit the steel. CABOOSE Then look at that. BOO-YAH~! Sunset Flip Powerbomb! Incredible move, and look, Otaku’s head hit the mat. COLE Otaku was already feeling the effects of that concussion. I don’t think that sunset flip powerbomb helped him feel better. CABOOSE No duh. COLE But why did he have to pull the tights? What was the reason for that? CABOOSE Just for good measure. He wanted to make sure this was the end of the match. The OAOAST November Reign logo flashes by across the screen again. Vitamin X is walking up the ramp with a cocky smirk on his face. “Bling-Bling” continues playing. Otaku is still on the mat, holding his head in pain. COLE Well, like it or not, Vitamin X has picked up the victory against Otaku II. He and Otaku are now tied at 1-1 in their rivalry. CABOOSE Uh-uh, uh-uh. Vitamin X is now 2-1 in his matches against Otaku! COLE *Sighs*. Not this again! CABOOSE It’s the truth, Ruth! COLE Otaku really tried to fight despite the concussion, but in the end, Vitamin X picked up the deuce in this surprisingly short matchup. Is this is a sign of things to come? Will Vitamin X be the only member of The Lightning Crew to leave November Reign victorious tonight? Or will X’s boss, Tha Puerto Rican, dethrone Stephen Joseph Popick to become the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion? We’ll find out later tonight in the main event of November Reign! Vitamin X smiles evilly, and then leaves through the Upstarts entrance, a little tired. The crowd is still booing. “Bling-Bling” by The Big Tymers featuring B.G. and Hot Boys continues playing. (FADE OUT) December 18 LIVE ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW! Call Your Cable or Satellite Provider and BOOK NOW!

COLE Well, Coach, we're getting ready to see The Deadly Alliance reunited, for one night only, arguably the greatest organization of all time, to take on the S.H.I. COACH That's right, and if you look on the OAOAST website, the Deadly Alliance T-shirts were put back on sale, once this match was announced three weeks ago. You see a lot of them in the crowd tonight, but I had no idea how well they were actually doing. The top selling shirt in wrestling, since they went back on sale the first week of the month. It's amazing the following that these guys have, Cole. COLE It certainly is, Coach! Now, let's take a look at how this entire thing unfolded! Jay Richards rolls into the ring and grabs a chair, as Stevens makes it to his knees. Richards has a sadistic smile on his face. COACH Uh-oh... COLE Jay Richards never left ringside! This spells BIG trouble for Chris Stevens! Alf slides back into the ring...and as he does, Richards turns around and BLASTS HIM WITH THE CHAIR!!!!! COLE WAIT A MINUTE!!! The crowd showers Richards with boos, who turns and looks at Stevens again, keeping the smile the whole time. Stevens then rises up and joins in on the smile, then embraces Richards with a big hug! COACH Oh, MAN! I love it!!! COLE There was never any dissention! This was all a big RUSE by the CSI!!! Stevens gets down and covers Alf... 1........................ COLE DAMN IT!!! NO!!! 2................................................ COLE NOT THIS WAY!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 Alf gets a shoulder up! COLE YES!!! Alf able to kick out! Richards gets down and holds the arms of Alf, motioning Jumbo into the ring for the XL SPLASH~!!! Jumbo rolls in and runs to the ropes, but Alf pulls Richards forward, causing him to get splashed by his own cohort! Alf then delivers a LOW BLOW to Stevens!!! Just then, TEAM HEYROSS makes its way down to the ring! COLE And help is on the way for Alf! Alf has Stevens positioned for a powerbomb, when Quentin Benjamin slides in and hits Alf with a superkick!!!!! COLE WHAT THE HELL!!!!! This has turned into a five-on-one affair here! Moss sets up Alf on the ropes, and Benjamin jumps over the back with a guillotine!!! They then take Alf down with a DOUBLE GOOZLE, and Stevens covers again... COLE DAMMIT, THIS IS NOT RIGHT!!! 1................. 2................................. 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 Alf gets a shoulder up yet again! COLE UNBELIEVABLE~!!! Alf STILL refuses to quit! Stevens lets Alf rise to all fours, and suddenly, Heyross runs back through the curtains, and through one side of the ring to the other! Brock Ausstin follows, and the CSI and Team Heyross quickly clear the ring! Brock stops at the ropes and stares down Heyross, as Alf struggles to his feet...and suddenly, BROCK TURNS AND DELIVERS AN F-STUNNER-5 TO ALF!!!!! COLE ... COACH OHHHHH, BABY!!! The CSI is BACK, SON! Brock gives an evil grin to Alf on the mat, and Stevens slides in and covers... 1....................... 2................................................ 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COLE I'll be DAMNED!!! *DING DING DING* BUFFER The winner of the contest...and NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW OAOAST Heartland champion...CHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVENNNNNNNSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! COLE I don't believe this! This was all a premeditated plan by the Heyross conglomerate and the CSI, which seemingly, once again now, includes Brock Ausstin! And as a result, we have a new OAOAST Heartland champion, and his name is Chris Stevens! *screen fades to black, then returns* *as Heyross speaks, the S.H.I. is shown walking to the ring together for the first time.* HEYROSS LAST NIGHT, when Jay Richards said that the CSI was dead...well, guess what? It IS DEAD!!! COLE What? HEYROSS Because what you see in the ring right now, is THE MOST POWERFUL force in the HISTORY of the OAOAST! JAY RICHARDS!!! *crowd boos, as Richards smacks his chest and holds his arms out* BROCK AUSSTIN!!! *crowd boos as Brock does the Happy Happy Hoss Dance~!* The big man, JUMBO!!! *crowd boos as Jumbo raises his hands and his tongue hangs from his mouth* CHARLIE MOSS, QUENTIN BENJAMIN, TEAM HEYROSS!!! *crowd boos as Team Heyross poses in opposite corners* CHRIS STEVENS, and yours truly, RICK HEYROSS, we give to you, STEVENS! HEYROSS! INCORPORATED! *crowd boos* *screen fades to black, then returns* *Team Heyross, then Thunderkid & Reject are shown making there entrances as Michael Cole speaks.* COLE The winner of this tag match will receive a World Tag Team title match next week! COLE CATEGORY SIX~!!!!!11111 THEY HIT IT!!! TK covers, but the referee is distracted by Rick Heyross, who has come back to ringside! Behind the referee's back, the remaining S.H.I. members run to ringside, including Brock Ausstin, who delivers an F-STUNNER-5~!!!!!11111 to TK!!! COLE Wait a minute, it's the damn S.H.I.! Brock Ausstin interfering in the match with an F-STUNNER-5 to TK! Stevens pulls Reject from the ring, and delivers a DIAMOND CUTTER on the floor!!! COACH And the champ with a Diamond Cutter to Reject on the outside! COLE NO, not this way! Benjamin slides back in and covers TK... 1................. 2......................................... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* COLE DAMN IT!!! Team Heyross steals one thanks to the S.H.I.! BUFFER The winners of the match...TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAM HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! The S.H.I. continues its assault... COACH Hold on, we're being told to cut to the back... The crowd goes CRAZY as they see Alfdogg, with a black eye his forehead bandaged, burst through the doors with baseball bat in hand! COACH Oh my GOD. Alf finally emerges through the curtain as the crowd hits a fever pitch, and jogs to the ring, delivering a MASSIVE swing to the gut of Jumbo! COLE ALFDOGG IS HERE! And the S.H.I. better head for the hills! Alf slides into the ring, driving the top of the bat into the head of Charlie Moss, as the rest of the S.H.I. high-tails it to the front of the aisleway! Alf then starts to choke Moss out with the bat, but Quentin Benjamin drags his partner from the ring as Alf stares them down. Alf then sees TK & Reject headed towards the aisleway, and hops out of the ring, and the three give chase to the S.H.I., who hightail it for a waiting limo backstage! Alf busts out the back of the windshield with the bat as the car's driving off, and TK tosses a trash can at it. *screen fades to black, then returns* JOSH Josh Matthews backstage, I'm waiting on Stevens/Heyross Incorporated... Suddenly, Josh is grabbed by the jacket by Brock Ausstin and forced to follow him down the hall. STEVENS Have we got a job for YOU, Josh! We just came out of the office of Mr. Szechstein, and he wants us to ensure that Alf doesn't show up tonight. So we're on our way to Alf's place right now, to PERSONALLY give him the night off, and you're going to get the scoop. Brock throws Josh into a limo, where Jay Richards and Jumbo are sitting. Brock and Chris get inside and the limo speeds off, with a destination of Indiana. SCHOOL'S OUT~!!!!!11111 for Heyross, who got up on the apron! COLE SCHOOL'S OUT~!!!!!11111 Heyross had no business on the apron, serves him right! Benjamin has reached into his tights, and pulled out a set of brass knuckles! Zack walks over to Benjamin, and gets CLOCKED with the knucks as the ref attempts to get Heyross off of the apron! COACH But you see what Heyross did, he sacrificed himself so his team could win the tag team titles! Benjamin covers, and the crowd boos LOUDLY as the referee drops to count... 1................ 2............................................ 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!! ZACK KICKS OUT!!!!! COLE ONLY TWO!!! COACH SO, SO CLOSE for Team Heyross! Suddenly, Benjamin looks up at the big screen, which shows the rest of S.H.I. getting out of the limo earlier in the day, accompanied by guards, presumably having found the residence of Alfdogg. RICHARDS According to Calvin, this is the place. STEVENS Here we are, 100 South Capitol Avenue... The crowd busts out in laughter as the camera goes to the wide shot. JOSH ...you guys, this is the RCA Dome. STEVENS What...are you sure you got the right address? RICHARDS This is what Calvin gave me! 100 South Capitol Avenue! JOSH If you don't mind my saying, I think you guys have been duped. S.H.I. throws a tantrum on the sidewalk. STEVENS Come on, we've got to get back to the arena! Team Heyross stares at the screen, then go back to work on Zack, setting him up on Moss's shoulders. Suddenly, the crowd ERUPTS as Alfdogg runs out, with Reject and Thunderkid in tow! Alf has a kendo stick, and takes a home run swing at Moss, hitting him in the midsection! The ref spots the shot and calls for the bell! *DING DING DING* Alf catches Benjamin coming in with a shot to the midsection, then one to the back! Thunderkid drops Moss with the THUNDERBOLT DDT~!!!!!11111 Reject then pushes him out of the ring, and TK lifts Benjamin, and Reject joins in for the THUNDEROUS REJECTION~!!!!!11111 Alf goes up to the top...FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 At this point, the remainder of S.H.I. runs to the ring, as Alf, TK and Reject depart and move to the aisleway. Alf has a mic, as does Stevens. STEVENS All right Alf. I BEAT you at World Without End, and took your Heartland title. Why can't you just accept that? *crowd boos* I mean, last week, you already put Jumbo on the shelf, what do you want from us? ALF I'll tell you what I want. I want the five of you guys at November Reign, in an Elimination Rules match. You'll be facing myself, Thunderkid, Reject, and there's one other person. *crowd cheers, as S.H.I. laughs in the ring.* STEVENS Who could you POSSIBLY have acquired that would delude you into thinking you could defeat Stevens/Heyross Incorporated a man down? ALF Well, this is all I have to say. You know, they say two is company...THREE is a crowd...but FOUR, can be a very DEADLY number. *the crowd starts to get excited, as Alf points to the big screen.* The lights in the arena dim, then begin going crazy, as does the crowd! The lights act as if a virus has infected them, randomly jerking around the arena, frantically changing colors and turning off and on. It’s as if a bad anime scene has come to life. COACH Oh my GOD. Loud scratching fills the airwave, as if a DJ has lost their mind and is attempting to break their equipment. In-between the rips, legitimate music kicks on, of a Southern, heavy metal nature. “I ask you please just give us/ Five Minutes Alone.” The lights continue to dart and flash as the music leaves and the scratching continues, only to come back again, now of a hip-hop nature. “White America/ I could be one of your kids.” The rap fades out and the scratching continues, at an even greater pace, until music comes back, now of a hardcore variety. “Final Prayer/ Final prayer for the human race.” The lights come back on, and the crowd is at a fever pitch as the S.H.I. has collectively shit a brick in the ring. *screen fades to black, then returns* COLE And here comes Brock Ausstin, attempting to qualify for a shot at the World championship next week on Thanksgiving HeldDOWN~! But it'll be no easy task getting there, Coach! COACH Brock with a steel chair now, no referee! ALF Brock's doing what he's got to do to get into that match next week, I gotta respect... Alf is cut off as he's BLASTED in the head with the chair! COLE HEY! What the hell are you doing? Alf lays on the floor and removes his headset as Brock goes back into the ring and lays the chair down on the mat. He then sets Zack up for the F-STUNNER-5~!!!!!11111 But as he lines Zack up with the chair on the mat... The lights in the arena dim, and the crowd ERUPTS. The lights then begin going crazy, as if a virus has infected them, randomly jerking around the arena, frantically changing colors and turning off and on. It’s as if a bad anime scene has come to life. COACH Oh my GOD, there's that music again! Brock drops Zack to the mat and stares at the entryway as oud scratching fills the airwave, as if a DJ has lost their mind and is attempting to break their equipment. In-between the rips, legitimate music kicks on, of a Southern, heavy metal nature. “I ask you please just give us/ Five Minutes Alone.” COLE Could it be??? The lights continue to dart and flash as Brock grabs the chair back off the mat and goes over to the ropes. The music leaves and the scratching continues, only to come back again, now of a hip-hop nature. “White America/ I could be one of your kids.” The rap fades out and the scratching continues, at an even greater pace, until music comes back, now of a hardcore variety. “Final Prayer/ Final prayer for the human race.” The lights come back on, and the crowd is going nuts as Brock continues to stand at the ropes. COLE Look at the look on Brock's face! This is the first time I've ever seen him...he appears to be scared, Coach! COACH ...I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think you're right, Cole! Brock steps back with the chair in both hands, then turns around...right into SCHOOL'S OUT~!!!!!11111 from Zack, sending the chair right back into his face! COLE SCHOOL'S OUT! SCHOOL'S OUT! ZACK HIT IT!!! Alf delivers a right hand to Rick Heyross outside the ring, then gives him a vertical suplex on the floor, as the referee comes to and Zack covers... 1............... 2................................... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* COLE ZACK WINS!!! Zack's going to Thanksgiving HeldDOWN~! for a shot at the World title! *Brock stares at Alf from the ring angrily.* *screen fades to black, then returns.* *Alf, then Zack, then SJ are show making their entrances.* COLE And it's time for the World championship to be on the line, in a triple threat match! COLE WAIT A MINUTE!!! That's Chris Stevens, the Heartland champion! Stevens waits for Alf to gets to his feet, then dashes at him with his belt! However, Alf ducks, and Zack takes the shot instead! Alf clotheslines Stevens to the floor! Leon Rodez, upset about the miscarriage of justice towards his partner, runs out and attacks Stevens on the floor! COACH Alf's going to the top again, as it's chaos on the floor now! Alf hits Zack with the FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 1... 2................. ..... Brock Ausstin is at ringside, and pulls Alf to the outside! COLE Brock Ausstin is out! The S.H.I. is here! I think Alf had the pin right there! TK and Reject come to Alf's aid as SJ crawls over and lays across the shoulders of Zack! COLE Oh no, not this way! 1..... 2............ Stephen Joseph groggily hooks the leg! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COLE DAMN IT!!! STEPHEN JOSEPH STEALS IT! COLE This is MASS CHAOS on the outside! The Sadist and Jumbo get up on the apron and grab JINGUS, and toss him off the top onto the huge crowd of bodies on the outside! COLE UNBELIEVABLE!!!!! EVERYONE is down in the aisle, when suddenly... The lights in the arena dim, and the crowd pops MASSIVELY. The caps don't properly emphasize the magnitude of the pop, but I don't feel like using the size code. The lights begin going crazy, as if a virus has infected them, randomly jerking around the arena, frantically changing colors and turning off and on. It’s as if a bad anime scene has come to life. COLE Is it him??? IS HE REALLY HERE THIS TIME??? Loud scratching fills the airwave, as if a DJ has lost their mind and is attempting to break their equipment. In-between the rips, legitimate music kicks on, of a Southern, heavy metal nature. “I ask you please just give us/ Five Minutes Alone.” The lights continue to dart and flash as the music leaves and the scratching continues, only to come back again, now of a hip-hop nature. “White America/ I could be one of your kids.” The rap fades out and the scratching continues, at an even greater pace, until music comes back, now of a hardcore variety. “Final Prayer/ Final prayer for the human race.” A single spotlight appears on the stage, the only light in the darkened arena. People look towards the light, but see nothing. Until the music, “People = Shit” by Slipknot, hits. “HERE WE GO AGAIN MOTHERFUCKER!” fills the arena, the music reached its peak of anger and rage, but still no one appears on the stage. The music continues, with still only a single spotlight for light. The music builds up again, this time with no lyrics, until, finally, a figure punches through the curtains. Wearing torn jean shorts, a torn sleeveless black t-shirt, and two bandanas, one over his face and the other over his head. The hands are taped up with a red “X” on the back. COACH HOLY SHIT!!!!! COLE YES!!! HE'S ACTUALLY HERE!!! Sandman slowly walks down the aisleway, as everyone is brawling again. Alf rolls out of the ring, and grabs a plastic tub of lighttubes from underneath it! He grabs one, and tosses one to Sandman, who proceeds to BLAST Scotty Static of the GPX right in the back of the head! PR takes a shot from Alf, and goes flying over the top rope! TK and Reject each grab one, and each deliver shots to the back of Jumbo! Sandman is in the ring! He grabs Jay Richards, and hits the ARCHANGEL'S WINGS~!!!!!11111 Alf and Sandman then surround Chris Stevens, both holding lighttubes in each of their hands! Alf gets a huge smirk on his face. COLE Uh oh...Stevens really caught between a rock and a hard place here! TK and Reject drag Rick Heyross back to the ring, and toss him inside! This allows Stevens to roll out, but now Heyross is caught! As Heyross begs off of Sandman, Alf trips him from behind with a lighttube, then takes a lighttube shot RIGHT TO THE NUTS~!!! from Sandman!!! Alf goes up top, as Sandman sticks the second lighttube in the face of a just recovering SJ, whose eyes bug out and he quickly drops and rolls out of the ring and jumps into the crowd with his title belt! Alf hits Heyross with the FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 Heels stand, or lay in some cases, in the aisle. Stephen Joseph stands on a fan's chair and glares at The Deadly Alliance, belt over his shoulder. TK and Reject help Zack up in the corner, and Leon checks on him as Alf grabs a mic. ALF You better batten down the hatches up there, Nova Scotia! *crowd cheers* Because November Reign...*crowd chants along* JUST... GOT... DEADLIER!!! Alf slams the mike down, and Kick Some Ass by Stroke 9, the Deadly Alliance theme, plays the show out. COLE OH MY GOD!!! If that's the carnage that's in store for November Reign, we're in for one hell of a shitstorm! GOOD NIGHT, everybody, and we'll see you in three days for November Reign! *dun dun* *dun dun* *dun dun* *dun dun* WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARRRRRRRRRRRE YOU? WHO WHO, WHO WHO! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARRRRRRRRRRRE YOU? WHO WHO, WHO WHO! COLE And a lot of people have been waiting for this one, Coach! COACH You're not kidding, Cole! The reunion of the Deadly Alliance, for one night only, taking on the S.H.I., and here they come down the aisle! BUFFER The following contest is a Survivor-Series style match! Introducing the first team, being led to the ring by RICK HEYROSS, and JUMBO...the team members include CHARLIE MOSS and QUENTIN BENJAMIN, TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAMMMMM HEYROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! *crowd boos* JAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRICHARRRRRRRRRRDSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! *crowd boos* BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROCK AUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! *crowd boos* and the OAOAST Heartland champion, CHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSSSSSSTEVENNNNNNNNSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! Collectively, they are known as STEVENS/HEYROSS INNNNNNNNNNNNNNCORPORATED!!!!! The team gets ready in the ring. Kick Some Ass[/b] by Stroke 9 hits, and the crowd pops MASSIVELY as the Deadly Alliance comes through the curtains. COLE And this is a sight I thought I'd never see again, Coach! BUFFER Their opponents...introducing first...THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUNDERKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!!!!! *crowd cheers* RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREJECT!!!!! *crowd cheers* former Heavyweight champion of the WORLD, ALFDOGG!!!!! *crowd cheers* and the most sadistic, masochistic, motherfucker ever to set foot in a wrestling ring... SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNDMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNN NNNNNNNNNNNNNNN NNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNE THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNND!!!!! (that's even funnier when you imagine Buffer actually saying it) Collectively known, for ONE NIGHT ONLY, as the DEADLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAAAAAAALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIANCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEE!!!!! COACH Well, Alf said he'd make everyone regret what happened at World Without End, and he's got the guy! The one person with a mind more SICK, more TWISTED, more DEMENTED, more PERVERTED than his own, the Sandman 9000! *DING DING DING* COLE And here we go! Reject and Charlie Moss start things off. A tieup, and Moss takes Reject over with an armdrag, then does the "wipe the sweat from his brow and fling it on the opponent" taunt. Reject chases Moss back into a neutral corner, and Charlie sticks his head through the ropes to keep him off as the referee holds him back. COACH I see Alf's got everyone aggressive for this match, but that could work against them if they lose their focus, Cole! As the two approach each other again, Reject hits Moss with a straight kick to the gut, then follows with a Japanese arm drag! Reject backs Moss into the ropes, but Moss reverses a whip. Moss leapfrogs Reject, then drops to his back for a reverse monkey flip, but Reject sees it coming, stops and drops a fist! Moss gets up holding his face, and walks into a spin kick! Benjamin and Richards jump into the ring and meet the same fate! TK joins his partner in the ring, and sets him up for a suplex! COLE What's this move? TK lifts Reject up in a vertical suplex as Brock Ausstin comes into the ring, then brings him back down so that Reject's ankles are around Brock's neck! TK then spins Reject around, and Reject is able to grab the ropes and take Brock over them with a headscissors! TK then catches Chris Stevens coming in with a superkick, sending him over the top to the floor! COACH WOW! I've never seen anything like that! COLE Very innovative in double-team maneuvers are Thunderkid and Reject, no doubt about it. S.H.I. regroups on the floor as Alf gets into the ring. He then calls Sandman into the ring, as well, causing the fans to become giddy. COLE Oh my God, what is the DA planning right here? Alf picks up Sandman in a fallaway slam position...then TK and Reject pick Alf up on their shoulders! COACH ...you've got to be kidding me!!! Alf, sitting atop TK and Reject's shoulders, tosses Sandman OVERHEAD ONTO THE S.H.I. ON THE FLOOR!!!!! COLE UNBELIEVABLE!!! Sandman then calmly gets up, as the crowd does dueling chants of "SAND-MAN!" "HO-LY SHIT!", and walks back over to his corner. Alf then runs to the ropes, and TK and Reject backdrop him over onto the S.H.I. once again! Brock gets up quickly, and he and Alf begin slugging it out. The rest of the S.H.I. begin to come to, and Alf is outnumbered on the floor... ...until Reject takes out the entire crowd with a HANDS-FREE SOMERSAULT PLANCHA~! COACH They're breaking out the heavy artilery early on in this one, Cole! COLE And speaking of heavy artilery... TK goes up to the top turnbuckle, and waits on the crowd of people to get up. Jay Richards and Quentin Benjamin slowly climb into the ring. When everyone else finally makes it to their feet, TK hits a SHOOTING STAR PRESS into the crowd of people! COACH AMAZING show of athleticism by the 250-pound Thunderkid! Jay Richards walks to the other side of the ring, and waits on the crowd of people to get up once again. He then runs to the ropes, and somersaults over them to the apron, faking everyone out! He then points to Quentin Benjamin, who springs to the top rope, and executes a 450 SPLASH onto the pile of wrestlers! COACH GREAT teamwork by Jay Richards and Quentin Benjamin of S.H.I.! Richards caps it all off by climbing backwards to the top rope, and diving off with a MOONSAULT!!!!! The crowd is going absolutely BALLISTIC at the show being put on! COLE And LISTEN to these people! They're loving this! COACH Who are the legal men? COLE As far as I know, there have been no tags made, so it's still Reject and Charlie Moss! Everyone VERY slowly gets up and goes back to their places, and Moss tags in Jay Richards. Richards has somehow gotten brass knucks, and takes a wild swing at Reject...who ducks, and hits the EULOGY~!!!!!11111 COLE THE EULOGY~!!! HE HIT IT!!! Reject rolls over and tags Alf, who goes to the top rope...and hits the FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 Reject raises his finger in the air to count along with the crowd and the referee... 1..... 2..................... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COLE And we've got our first elimination, it's down to 4-on-4, an even contest! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1st elimination: Jay Richards (4:57) eliminated by: Alfdogg (pinfall) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ However, Team Heyross jumps into the ring and hits Alf with a DOUBLE SUPERKICK~! COACH Team Heyross quick to get back to work, and now their side has the advantage! COLE And it's Quentin Benjamin, from the University of Oregon, in there with the former World champion, Alfdogg! COACH And what a feather in the cap it would be for this kid if he were to score a victory here against Alf! Benjamin gives Alf a snap suplex! He then tries a kick to the midsection, but Alf catches the foot! Alf spins Benjamin around, but Benjamin catches him with a windmill kick! Benjamin then picks up Alf, and executes a SITOUT POWERBOMB~! COLE And it could happen right here! 1... 2........... NO! Alf gets a shoulder up! COACH WOW, beautifully executed move from Quentin Benjamin, and he almost DID get it right there! Benjamin gives Alf an overhead belly-to-belly, then tags Moss in. Moss backs Alf into the ropes, and TK tags himself in, unbeknownst to Moss. Moss pulls Alf away from the ropes, and gives him a back suplex, then sets up the MOSSY KNOLL~!!! TK makes his way to the top rope undetected, and comes off, catching Moss with a SUNSET FLIP! 1........ 2............. NO! Moss slides out! However, he walks right into a BIG clothesline from TK! TK then picks up Moss, and DRIVES him with a fallaway slam! TK sits on the mat for a second, and tags Reject back in. TK picks up Moss in a hangman's hold, and Reject measures him...then hits a MASSIVE buzzsaw kick to the midsection! COACH And THERE'S another one of those innovative double team moves from TK and Reject, and that could break a rib VERY easily! Moss holds his midsection and rolls around on the mat as TK leaves the ring. Reject drops a quick legdrop, then runs to the other side of the ring and comes back with ROLLING THUNDER~! Reject covers... 1.... 2........... Moss kicks out! COACH And I should also point out, this has basically been a three-on-three match so far, as far as inside the ring goes...Sandman, Chris Stevens and Brock Ausstin have yet to legally enter this match! S.H.I. failed to utilize their one-man advantage, and as a result, they no longer have it! Reject runs to the ropes, and Quentin Benjamin gives him a kick to the back of the head! Moss catches Reject with a STO-backbreaker, then locks in the MOSSY KNOLL~!!! COACH The MOSSY KNOLL~! is locked in! Where's the referee? COLE Referee tied up with Quentin Benjamin, Coach! Alf hops off the apron, and grabs a lighttube from under the apron, tossing it to Sandman! COACH Wait a minute, this isn't right! Sandman enters the ring, and BLASTS Moss from behind in the head with the lighttube! TK then climbs into the ring, and he and Reject hit the THUNDEROUS REJECTION~!!!!!11111 Reject covers as the referee turns around... 1...... 2................ 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COACH THEY CHEATED! THAT'S NOT FAIR!!! COLE Down to 4-on-3!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2nd elimination: Charlie Moss (8:23) eliminated by: Reject (pinfall) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reject gets up, and runs over to dropkick Quentin Benjamin, who is up on the top rope, sending him down crotch-first on the top! Reject then tags Alf back in, and Alf runs to the corner with Benjamin, getting on the second rope, and taking him off the buckles with a T-BONE SUPLEX~!!! COACH WHOA! A second-rope T-Bone from Alf right there on Quentin, and now it looks like he's going to be finished off! Alf goes around to Benjamin's feet, and locks in the SHARPSHOOTER~!!! COLE Sharpshooter is locked in! Will we go down to 4-2 here? Benjamin is right by the ropes, but Alf pulls him right back to the middle! Benjamin screams out in pain, but tries one last time to reach the ropes, before Alf REALLY sits back on the hold, and BENJAMIN TAPS~!!! COLE And Quentin Benjamin taps out! Nice showing by the young guy while he was in there, but now it's down to 4-on-2! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 3rd elimination: Quentin Benjamin (9:17) eliminated by: Alfdogg (submission) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brock Ausstin slowly climbs into the ring and waits on Alf, giving him a kick to the midsection, then lifting him up...for an F-STUNNER-5~!!!!!11111 Cover... COLE OH MY! Could this be it for Alf? 1...... 2..................... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COACH WHOA!!!!! First elimination on the DA side, and look who it is! COLE HUGE elimination for Brock and Chris Stevens, who applauds on the apron and has STILL not legally entered this match yet! This is Brock's first time himself! COACH Yeah, but look at TK and Reject, they're pretty worn out, Cole! Brock came in fresh as a daisy, he bided his time, swarmed on Alf, and now he's history! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 4th elimination: Alfdogg (9:50) eliminated by: Brock Ausstin (pinfall) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE Speaking of fresh, Sandman ALSO has yet to enter this match. COACH Well, I think he realizes the fate that awaits him should he get in there with Brock Ausstin! Brock said he's NOT afraid of the Sandman, and he's going to show it tonight, Cole! COLE Well, we'll find out, right now it's Brock Ausstin and Thunderkid. Brock pounds on the back of TK with forearms, then whips him hard into the corner. TK walks out slowly, and Brock gives him a BIG backdrop! COLE WHAT ELEVATION on that backdrop! Thunderkid is *250 POUNDS!* AMAZING strength from Brock Ausstin! Brock then tags in Chris Stevens. COLE And NOW Chris Stevens tags in, now that Alf has been eliminated! COACH Wait a minute, Cole, what are you implying? Stevens picks up TK and hits a Northern Lights suplex with a bridge! 1.... 2....... TK kicks out! Chris drops a knee to the sternum, then whips TK into the ropes and hits a high knee. He then picks up TK and hits a DDT, then tags Brock back in. Brock picks up TK in a PRESS SLAM, and slams him hard down to the mat. Brock plants a foot on TK's chest, getting a two-count. COLE Not gonna get a pin like that in this match. COACH Well I think he knows that, Cole, I think he's just trying to show him who the boss is in this ring right now! Brock grabs TK in a rear waistlock, then powers him over backwards with a release German suplex, in such fashion that TK flips over all the way onto his stomach! COLE Such awesome power, I mean TK is 250 pounds and a very powerful man in his own right, and he's being absolutely manhandled by Brock Ausstin right now! Brock turns TK over onto his back, and tags Stevens back in. Stevens goes to the top rope, and comes off with a big elbowdrop! Cover... 1.... 2......... NO! TK kicks out again! COLE But TK refusing to quit in this matchup! Stevens picks up TK, and gives him a backbreaker, then tags Brock back in again. Brock whips TK hard into the corner, but eats feet on a charge! Brock is groggy, but comes at him again, with the same result! TK then runs at Brock, and attempts a hurricanrana, but Brock catches him and gives him a SITOUT POWERBOMB~! COACH Well, TK with some momentum going, but Brock Austin just TOO good on this night. COLE Look at this, now BROCK'S going upstairs! Brock goes to the top rope, but comes down again right into the raised feet of TK! Brock slouches down in the corner, as TK struggles over to his! Right as TK gets to his corner, Stevens jumps into the ring and distracts the referee as TK tags Reject! However, before Reject can do any damage, the referee forces him out, as he didn't see the tag! Brock picks up TK and holds him for a superkick...but TK moves out of the way, and Stevens kicks Brock! COACH ...oh no. TK crawls over to the corner, and TAGS SANDMAN!!! The crowd goes NUTS~!!! COLE HERE WE GO!!! SANDMAN'S FIRST LEGAL ACTION! Stevens gets a wide-eyed look on his face, as Sandman delivers blows to the midsection! Sandman bounces off the ropes, and takes down Stevens with a YAKUZA KICK~!!! COLE THERE'S A YAKUZA KICK~! That's always been a trademark move of Sandman's! Sandman turns slowly, and makes a "come here" signal to Reject, who responds by throwing him a lighttube! Sandman slams the lighttube over the head of Stevens, in clear view of the referee! The ref goes to signal for the bell, but Brock stops his hand. COACH What??? COLE What is Brock Ausstin telling this referee? Brock talks to the ref for a bit, then gets across the ring from Sandman, who grabs another lighttube. Brock waves at him, as if to say "bring it on!" COACH Oh, here we go! Brock didn't want a disqualification! Brock wants to prove that he's not afraid of the Sandman or of anybody! Sandman finally walks over to Brock, and NAILS him over the head with the lighttube...which doesn't break! Brock falls to the outside, unconscious! COACH What the hell??? Sandman starts peeling the lightbulb remnants off, to reveal a billy club in disguise! The referee counts Brock, who isn't so much as budging! ONE!!! TWO!!!! THREE!!!!!! FOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 NINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COLE Brock Ausstin is GONE!!!!! COACH That's not fair, Cole! Sandman had to use a weapon to get it done! COLE Hey, it's Brock's fault for having the disqualification rule waived, which is obviously what was going on in that conversation! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 5th elimination: Brock Ausstin (14:03) eliminated by: countout ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE And now...it's THREE on ONE, Coach. All three men have lighttubes, and are surrounding Stevens. They continue to circle Stevens until he finds an opening and slides out into the aisleway. Stevens taunts them as he backs up, not knowing Alfdogg is on his way back to the ring, and he grabs Stevens by the trunks and tosses him back inside! Sandman blasts him from behind with a lighttube! TK and Reject then wait for him to get to his feet, and perform a CONCHAIRTO with their lighttubes! Sandman then picks him up off the canvas, delivers a foot to the gut, and plants him with the ARCHANGEL'S WINGS~!!!!!11111 COLE And that should do it for this one! 1.. 2............ 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 6th elimination: Chris Stevens (15:02) eliminated by: Sandman9000 (pinfall) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BUFFER The winners of this contest...the DEADLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Kick Some Ass by Stroke 9 hits as the DA, including Alf, walks back down the aisle victorious. COLE Arguably the greatest faction in the history of wrestling, The Deadly Alliance, back for one night only, stand victorious. The four DA members all raise each other's hands at the entryway as the crowd showers them with cheers. ************* COLE Folks, I'm very pleased to announce that starting this Thursday on HeldDOWN~!, GM Calvin Szechstein has ruled an 8-team tournament to start, which will crown the first-ever OAOAST SIX-MAN tag team champions! The finals will be held at Climax, Coach! *the brackets are shown on the big screen.* COACH That's exactly right, Cole, and look at the matchups set for this Thursday! COLE In one matchup, the Spanish Fly forms a unique partnership with the Sooner Bruisers, and they'll be taking on three guys we just saw in there, Brock Ausstin and Team Heyross from the S.H.I.! COACH And look at this one Cole! Zack Malibu, Leon Rodez, and Peter Knight join forces to take on the trio of Jamie O'Hara, and the Global Party Exchange! COLE Be sure to tune in to HeldDOWN~! to catch every minute of the action!