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Confusia lays outside the ring, left for dead, as Ashley Street and the Benefactor run at each other in the ring. Benefactor runs right into a clothesline, then pops back up and runs into a snap powerslam into a lateral press! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Ashley pulls the Benefactor up and sends her off with an Irish whip, but the Benefactor ducks a clothesline on the way back and is able to leap to connect with a STIFF step-up enziguri! Ashley stands there, dazed as hell from the hard blow to the skull. Benefactor comes off of the ropes and goes for what's referred to as the Southern Lights Spear (the move she used to beat Adams; a spear into a Northern Lights bridge), but Street sees it coming and hits Benefactor RIGHT in the face with her knee! Street then attempts a powerbomb, but the Benefactor lands on her feet to block it, then gets kicked in the knee by Street, which sends her down to one knee. That's perfect position for the Shining I Hate Your Face (Shining Kick to face), which Street goes for, but Benefactor ducks and slides out of the ring! COLE That was damn close! Julie Sharcor comes in, and Street charges at her with a running kick, which "The Shark" catches and reverses into a dragon screw legwhip, which she uses to go right into a standing legbar! Street doesn't have any nifty technical reversal...she just flat-out starts kicking Sharcor in the face with her other foot as hard as she can! Sharcor briefly lets go after being rocked by one of the kicks, but grabs back onto both legs, lifts Street, and drops her with a HARD lifting powerbomb, which she converts right into a high-angle Cloverleaf! Street immediately reaches out in pain, and the crowd gets behind her.. "ASH-LEY!" "ASH-LEY!" Street reaches out and slowly crawls towards the ropes...the crowd's volume increases...Ashley grabs forward...and gets a rope break! Street slowly pulls herself using the ropes after Sharcor breaks the hold, but gets sent to the outside after a BIG running kick to the side of her head by Sharcor! Pantera Combatienta springboards off of the top rope for her entrance into the ring, but gets swatted down with a lariat by Sharcor! Sharcor sends Pantera off of the ropes with an Irish whip, then sends her down with a big Yakuza kick! "The Shark" turns around, comes off of the ropes, and hits a big running kneedrop! Sharcor pulls Pantera up and gives her a snap butterfly suplex, then chains that into a snapping brainbuster, which then gets chained into a reverse Fisherman's side suplex (leg cradled inward on regular fisherman suplex)! Sharcor pulls up Pantera immediately and gives her a BRUTAL release German suplex! Pantera gets pulled up by "The Shark" and lifted to be dropped with a HARD powerbomb! She's lifted, and dropped with another...and another...and another...and another...and another...and another...and another...and another! Ten powerbombs in all! The referee starts a KO ten-count.. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! Pantera's knocked out cold! **************** PANTERA COMBATIENTA (TEAM ONE) Eliminated: 5th Eliminated by: Julie "The Shark" Sharcor Eliminations: El Chica Generico 3-4 ***************** COACH Serves her right, after the crap with Generico! Constance rushes into the ring...and pulls a knife out of her boot?!?! Either way, while the referee's rolling Pantera out of the ring, she tosses it at Sharcor, who catches it, and falls down, holding her side. The referee turns around, and believes he's seen a stabbing! He calls for the bell, and "The Shark" has been DQ'd! ******************* JULIE "THE SHARK" SHARCOR (TEAM TWO) Eliminated: 6th Eliminated By: Constance Eliminations: Pantera Combatienta 3-3 ***************** COACH That was...different. Sharcor drops the knife, grabs the referee, and puts him in a rear naked choke! Within seconds, he's out cold, and the same ten refs who had to escort Brodie to the back have to pull Sharcor off of the referee. The referee has to be carried out and is replaced. Valerie comes in...and immediately tags out to avoid facing her partner. "Floggin'" Molly Matthews runs into the ring, but Constance kips up and DDT's Molly. Constance keeps ahold of the front facelock, pulls Molly up, and hits a front face suplex. Constancer pulls Molly up and sends her off to the ropes. Constance catches her on the way back with a knee to the gut into an abdominal stretch, but Molly reverses immediately with a hiptoss! Molly tries to tag out, but Constance grabs her ankle and trips her to block it. Constance keeps ahold of Molly as she gets up, then lifts Molly onto her shoulder for a Bulldog Powerslam...but sits down into a gutbuster, then goes for a cover... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Constance immediately goes into a grounded cobra clutch from there. Molly reaches out for crowd support, as they start clapping in rhythm in support of Matthews. Matthews slowly is able to pull herself up, as Constance tries holding her down but is unsuccessful. Molly can't elbow her way out of this one...so she leaps up, pushes off of the second rope, and tries for the Bret Hart pin counter to the clutch! But, Constance saw it coming and reverses with a cobra clutch suplex, dumping Molly RIGHT ON TOP OF HER HEAD! Constance, for some reason, chooses to leave the ring rather than go for the pin. Confusia is supposed to come in to replace Constance, but she's still out cold at ringside. The referee starts counting her out, as Molly is basically left for dead in mid-ring.. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! ..Confusia is on her knees.. FIVE! SIX! Confusia's crawled over to the apron... SEVEN! EIGHT.. ..Confusia's got one leg on the apron.. NINE! TE...Confusia's rolled back in! Confusia slowly pulls herself up, then tries pulling Molly up. But, Molly seemed to have been just playing possum for at least a couple of seconds, as she's able to pull Confusia right down into a small package... ONE! TWO! THREE! ************** CONFUSIA (TEAM ONE) Eliminated: 7th Eliminated By: "Floggin'" Molly Matthews Eliminations: Brodie Lewis 2-3 *************** Confusia's too physically beat-down to do anything about the loss, as she just slowly straggles to the locker room. Ashley Street comes into the ring and pulls Molly up for a headlock. Molly squezes her head out and tries for a schoolgirl roll-up.. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! The momentum of the kickout somehow sends Molly onto the second rope, looking like she's trying to hang on to stay in the ring...but before she fully gets back in, Street dives over to shove her out! COACH It looks like Street gave her friend a needed break! The Benefactor runs into the ring and tries to attack Street from behind, but Ashley turns around before Benefactor gets there! Benefactor drops down to her knees and begs for forgiveness. Street doesn't fall for it, and nearly kicks Benefactor's head into next weekend with a buzzsaw kick! Street then goes nuts with stomps all over Benefactor's body, as she tries to crawl out of the ring! Street finally simply pulls her back in, then up and sends her off with an Irish whip. Benefactor comes off of the ropes and runs right into a HIGH back body drop! Benefactor bounces off of the mat, holding her back. Street pulls her up, hooks a waistlock, and hits a big release German suplex! Benefactor's down on her knees, holding her back and still trying to beg off..and gets punted in the chest for her troubles! Street then positions her bending and lifts her for a running Lygerbomb! But, Benefactor slips out from behind. Street turns around and gets knocked down wihth a superkick. Benefactor takes a minute to breathe, then looks like she's trying to set up some sort of running move for when Street gets up. Out of nowhere... COLE Is that...? COACH Jenny Adams has re-appeared, and she's come out of the crowd! Adams leaps over the guardrail and trips Benefactor up before she can do anything! Benefactor comes back up on one knee as Street gets up, Street sees this and charges forward...SHINING I HATE YOUR FACE! Ashley goes for the cover... ONE! TWO! THREE! ************* BENEFACTOR (TEAM TWO) Eliminated: 8th Eliminated By: Ashley Street Eliminations: Jenny Adams 2-2 **************** COACH That sends Team Two back down to a 3-2 advantage! Benefactor's basically out cold, and is rolled out of the ring as Adams is forced back to the locker room by security. Valerie comes into the ring and takes advantage of the moment, punting a downed Street in the stomach. Valerie lifts Street up at her side, and drops her with a side backbreaker, then keeps ahold of her and drops her with another. Valerie grabs Street's arm and head for a cobra clutch and drops her onto her knee back-first with it. Valerie then grounds Street and applies a bow-and-arrow surfboard. But, Street's not worn down nearly enough and is able to simply turn herself over onto Valerie for the cover... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Both come back up, and Valerie gives Street a knee to the gut. Valerie goes for a side suplex, but Street blocks. She goes for it again, and Street performs a standing switch into a waistlock, and drops Valerie on her head with another German suplex! Ashley crawls over to her corner and tags in Molly Matthews! Molly waits until Valerie is up, albeit in a daze. Molly charges at her, then gives her a flying headscissors! Valerie pops back up, and runs right into a jumping heel kick to the face. Valerie is pulled up to her feet, as Molly leaps onto the second rope, then jumps off and brings her down with a hurricanrana into a cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Molly pulls Valerie up and sends her into the corner with an Irish whip. Matthews charges at Valerie and goes for a monkey flip! But, Valerie catches the legs, flips Molly over, and nearly kicks her head off with a Yakuza Kick! Valerie goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! ******** FLOGGIN' MOLLY MATTHEWS (TEAM TWO) Eliminated: 9th Eliminated By: Valerie Eliminations: Cannon Kidd ****************** COLE We're down to Valerie on Team Two versus Ashley Street and Constance on Team One! COACH I wouldn't call this situation a "handicap" for anyone other than Ashley Street, who I'm sure will somehow end up the victim of an Angels' conspiracy somehow. Constance comes back into the ring, the Angels slap hands, and Constance leaves the ring again. Ashley comes back in like a house of fire with repeated forearms to Valerie's face! Ashley then comes off of the ropes...but gets tripped up by her own "partner" Constance! Street turns around to yell at her, but Valerie attacks Ashley from behind with a forearm to the back of her head! Valerie then lifts Street up on her shoulders and goes for an airplane spin, with the crowd counting the rotations... ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! Valerie sits Street down...but Street gets right back up, showing no ill dizzy effects! Valerie charges at her with a kick, but Street catches it and sends her over with a dragon screw legwhip. Valerie comes up on one knee, and Ashley goes for the Shining I Hate Your Face, but Valerie ducks it! Valerie brings Street over with a schoolgirl with her feet on the ropes... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Valerie pulls Ashley up and tries for a powerbomb, but Street reverses with a bridging back body drop pin.. ONE! TWO! Valerie bridges upward and twists into a backslide... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Valerie comes up on one knee as Street rolls back...Street goes for a Shining I Hate Your Face out of nowhere, but Constance pulls her friend out of harm's way! They stall on the floor, arguing with fans...and don't see Street prepping up to dive on them, as she goes through the ropes and hits a tope suicida on both! The crowd roars! Street pulls Valerie back up and throws her into the ring. Street pulls her up, lift her, and drops her with a powerbomb to which she holds her on her shoulders afterwards.. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Street turns Valerie over by the ankle, back onto her feet, and kicks her in the back of the knee, forcing her into a kneeling position...SHINING I HATE YOUR FACE! COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE! ****************** VALERIE (TEAM TWO) Eliminated: 10th Eliminated By: Ashley Street Eliminations: Molly Matthews 2-0 ********************* COLE Well, this is it! "Teammates" now have to battle one another! Constance versus Street, and the winner wins the Cibernetica! Constance slowly and cautiously slides into the ring, then begs for forgiveness, which Street doesn't fall for. But, Constance headbutts her in the gut before she can do anything about it. Constance gets up, knees Street in the mid-section, and brings her over with a Northern Lights Suplex.. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Constance gets up and hits a kneedrop to the kidneys. Constance then pulls Ashley up, lifts her on her shoulders, and does a Fit Finley Roll, then kips onto her feet, leaps to the second rope, and does a double foot stomp! She goes for the cover.. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Constance pulls Ashley up and does a Rude Awakening neckbreaker, then pulls her right back up, hooks Ashley under her arm, and lifts her...T-Bone Brainbuster! Constance goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Constance pulls Ashley up and hooks her in a waistlock...bridging German suplex! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Constance pulls Ashley up again, as the fans chant.. "ASH-LEY!" "ASH-LEY!" Constance actually attempts to lift Street up for a Burning Hammer...she slowly but surely gets Street up, but Street is able to punch her way out of the move. Ashley then lifts Constance and drops her with a Burning Hammer of her own! Ashley goes for the cover... ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT! COACH That was a close one! As soon as Constance's shoulder came off of the mat, Ashley hooked it, along with Constance's head, and rolled her over into a cobra clutch choke with bodyscissors! The fans are chanting.. "TAP!" "TAP!" "TAP!" Constance is turning blue! She has her hand up, trying to reach for something.. COLE Could this be...? Constance is wiggling her fingers.. COACH It might be.. ...AND SHE TAPS! ************ CONSTANCE (TEAM ONE) Eliminated: 11th Eliminated by: Ashley Street Eliminations: Julie "The Shark" Sharcor *************** BUFFER Your winner of the Torneo Cibernetica...YOUR OAOAST Women's Champion of the WOOOOORLD! Ashley STREEEEEEEEEET! COLE What a victory! The Women's Champion just outlasted ELEVEN of the toughest women in the entire wrestling world, and came out the victor! Fans throw streamers in the ring to show respect to the champion, as they chant her name! "ASH-LEY!" "ASH-LEY!" The crowd is on their feet, as Ashley rolls out of the ring and is handed her belt by a ring attendant! More ring attendants rush down to check to see if Constance is still concious. Molly Matthews, the Cannon Kidd, El Chica Generico, & Jenny Adams all come out to congratulate their comrade COLE A job well-done by a young woman we are proud to have reigning as the top female wrestler alive today! COACH This means that..well, if she doesn't want to, Ashley doesn't have to defend her belt for the rest of the year, due to the stips of the bout! COLE But Coach, do you think that she's the type of champion that would do that? COACH Not quite! The fans are left cheering, as the good guys head to the locker room! COLE Wow, first we see the Sooner Bruisers win one elimination match, and then in a very interesting turn of events, and we just saw teammates fight each other for the title of sole survivor! And we've still got four huge title matches! V.O OAOAST European fans, come see the One and Only AngleSault Thread Superstars in action LIVE in your city! This Thursday HeldDown hits Madrid, Spain! We then trek across Europe, through Portugal and Denmark before landing in the United Kingdom! British fans, see your favourite sons including former OAOAST Tag Team Champion Dan Black when HeldDown eminates live from London in ten days' time! Catch the OAOAST across Europe, all through early December!

COLE It's now time for what should be quite the bout, as most of the entire women's division will now compete in the Torneo Cibernetica. COACH We were supposed to get a preview of the match last week on HeldDOWN~!, but Pantera Combatienta basically went nuts in the middle of the bout and beat the living tar out of El Chica Generico, then in the ultimate show of disrespect, unmasked her in mid-ring and left the building. COLE Pantera then took a trip with her lawyers and translators to OAOAST Headquarters the next day and demanded that her team for the Cibernetica be drawn right there on the spot, or she would walk from the match. They were heavy-handed into doing so. Pantera then arranged for her entire team to be flown down to Mexico to work out at her training school all week, in preparation to this bout. Sometime during the week, Pantera Combatienta released a statement to Box y Lucha Magazine, stating that she feels justified in embarrassing Generico worldwide with the removal of her mask on HeldDOWN~!, and that she hopes that the "comedy act" never can return to shame lucha libre again. COACH In a move of either absolute stupidity, or absolute cockiness, Team 1 did release their batting order on Friday night. The teams go as follows: Jenny Adams The Cannon Kidd Confusia Ashley Street Pantera Combatienta Constance COLE Without much of a veteran force on their team to tell them otherwise, Team Two followed their lead and released their batting order within minutes... "Floggin'" Molly Matthews Brodie Lewis The Benefactor Julie "The Shark" Sharcor El Chica Generico Valerie COACH Looking at the line-ups, if everything stays in order for at least a little while, we could have some interesting battles here. Cannon Kidd, returning from a brutal neck and head injury at the hands of Brodie Lewis, is lined right up with her in the batting orders. The seemingly indestructable monster Julie Sharcor is lined up with the current OAOAST Women's Champion, Ashley Street, who's definately the stiffest competition that "The Shark" has been faced with yet! (Generic Spanish stock music brings out Team One, with Pantera Combatienta leading the way. Ashley, Jenny, and the Kidd walk together to the ring, with Confusia and Constance straggling to bring up the rear.) COLE Looking at the bottom parts of these line-ups, you can see that the two luchadores of the contest, Generico and Pantera, are lined up against one another, as well as a possible meeting of the Minnesota Angels tag team, as Valerie and Constance could meet up right off the beginning. (Team Two then comes out, to the sounds of "Ole!" by the Bouncing Souls. El Chica Generico, wearing a new replica of her mask, & "Floggin'" Molly Matthews lead the team out, as Generico's entire team have to hold Generico back the entire way down the ramp from trying to get at Pantera Combatienta for what she did to her on HeldDOWN~! ten days ago!) COACH There's definately heat between the two masked superstars! COLE Before the match begins, let's go over the rules one more time... - Each team must decide a "batting order" in which they must tag in by. +For instance, #1 can only tag out to #2, #2 can only tag out to #3, etc. (for instance, Jenny Adams can only tag out to Cannon Kidd, Kidd to Confusia, etc.) +If a person is eliminated, their spot in the batting order is consolidated (ex.: if Cannon Kidd is eliminated, Adams can now only tag Confusia.) - You can be eliminated via pinfall, submission, or disqualification* *DQ = any regular American DQ, plus any form of piledriver being used is illegal - A physical tag AND simply leaving the ring will BOTH count as tag-outs - If one team is completely eliminated and the other team has more than one team member left, the team members must then wrestle amongst themselves, tagging out in batting order, until one is left standing. - There can only be ONE winner to this match - The winner will receive an OAOAST World Women's Title shot at anytime before December 31, 2005. If Ashley Street wins, she doesn't have to defend her belt at all until the beginning of 2006! COACH It looks like our bout is about ready to begin, let's go to the ring! Jenny Adams and "Floggin'" Molly Matthews step into the ring and shake hands, as Brodie Lewis and the Cannon Kidd climb to their respective corners, and the other combatants stay at ringside, looking on from the apron. ::BELL RINGS:: Molly and Jenny circle around mid-ring, trying to size one another up. They then quickly go into a Greco-Roman knucklelock. Molly overpowers Jenny briefly, then switches her grip to apply a hold known in Mexico as "handcuffs", which is a double wristlock out in front of the opponent. Molly then drops the left arm and goes into a single-arm wristlock to apply more pressure on one central area. That only gives Jenny the opportunity to roll forward and un-twist her arm, then leap onto Molly's shoulders in an electric chair position. Jenny rolls forward with a victory roll, which she transitions right into a side headscissors on the mat. Molly gets to a front position, with her feet and rear pointing away from Jenny, then wraps her arms around Jenny's calves and turns on her back, rolling Jenny on her stomach. Molly quickly turns over again, pulling her head out in the process. Molly then rolls through to a jackknife pin... ONE! Jenny bridges up quickly, with her arms wrapped around Molly's stomach, and twists to a backslide attempt..but Molly pushes off of the mat with her feet and rolls over Jenny's back, then grabs both of her hands and brings her over with an armdrag! Both competitors come up, and Molly runs into an armdrag from Jenny! Both competitors are back up, and Jenny charges at Molly...bi paso by Molly, Jenny comes off of the ropes, goes for a flying headscissors, but Molly drops her back in a standing position to block the hold. Molly jumps up, but Jenny ducks her standing enziguri attempt, then walks forward, looking to go for a cradle move. However, Molly crawls backwards and away from Jenny. Adams turns around after stumbling over her own feet, as Molly is back on her own feet. Jenny runs forward and leaps up onto Molly, going for a hurricanrana. But, Molly tosses her off, with Jenny landing on her feet in front of Molly. Jenny brings Molly over with a Japanese armdrag, then rolls backwards into an armbar. Adams scoots her legs over to hook Molly's far arm behind her, then brings her over with an inverted crucifix... ONE! TWO! Kickout! Both competitors come to their feet, and are at a stand-off! The majority of the crowd stand up and pay respect to the fast-paced action! COLE What an opening minute to this bout! Adams and Matthews shake hands in mid-ring and then both tag out at the same time. Brodie Lewis and the Cannon Kidd come in...and Kidd tackles Lewis out of her boots! COACH Cannon Kidd has had months to build her hatred towards Brodie, and it's all coming out now! Kidd straddles the resident barroom brawler of the division and lets loose with a series of rapid-fire punches to the face! Kidd continues with these punches, left after right, left after right! The referee has to step in and physically yank the Kidd off of Brodie! Kidd and the referee get into an argument as he tries and hold her back from Brodie, giving Brodie enough time to get up, sneak in from behind, and ROCK Kidd from behind with a rabbit punch! Brodie grabs Kidd and whips her off to the ropes. Cannon Kidd comes off of the ropes and gets knocked right down with a big chop! Brodie goes to work with repeated stomps to the Kidd's head. Lewis pulls Kidd up by the hair, and recklessly tosses her into a neutral corner. Brodie then stiffs her in the face with a hard boot. COLE Unfortunately, here's where the realism sets in...the Kidd's VERY inexperienced, and Brodie Lewis is one of the most ridiculously tough human beings alive. Lewis pulls Cannon Kidd up to her feet and chops her HARD on the chest. Brodie dukes her in the face with a punch, then whips her to the other neutral corner. Brodie charges and connects with a big spear in the corner. Cannon comes stumbling out of the corner, and gets punched in the back of the head by Brodie, a blow that sends her down. Brodie pulls a groggy Kidd up and DDT's her back down. Brodie gets up and hits a falling headbutt strike to Kidd's face. Brodie then blatantly grabs the Kidd by the throat and chokes her on the mat, as the referee starts a count... ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Brodie breaks! Brodie yanks the Kidd up by the hair again, with her thumb practically buried in the Kidd's eye, then grabs her by the throat with both hands and tosses her into Team Two's corner. Brodie walks over there to get in offense...and the Benefactor tags herself in! COLE What an opportunist! The Benefactor snuck herself in when she knew that the opponent would be beaten down too severe to fight back. The Benefactor grabs at the Kidd, but the Kidd finds something within her to roll away, leap, and tag out to another masked competitor, Confusia! Confusia jumps over the top rope and goes completely nuts, running around in circles in the ring and yelling all sorts of gibberish, as The Benefactor looks on, confused. COACH Yeah...I don't get it either. Benefactor carefully positions herself, and as Confusia keeps running, she runs into a kitchen sink knee to the gut by the Benefactor! The Benefactor whips Confusia to the ropes, and Confusia runs into a back elbow on her way back. The Benefactor runs and comes off of the ropes, then hits a Scorpio-style flipping legdrop. The Benefactor slowly gets up, almost in a very cocky manner, and grabs Confusia's foot, then rolls her backwards to her feet...but Confusia shows that she was wise enough to play possum, as she hooks the Benefactor's arm and sends her over with an armdrag! The Benefactor rolls up to her feet and charges at Confusia, but gets sent off to the ropes with a bi paso (side-step), and runs right into a tilt-a-whirl gutbuster! Confusia fully stands up, and is in ripe position to hit a Russian legsweep! Confusia float back into a lateral press... ONE! TWO! Kickout! Confusia turns the Benefactor over into a grounded front facelock. Confusia packs on more pressure by somehow finding a way to do a headstand while continuing to crank on Benefactor's head and neck. Benefactor kicks her feet in pain, as the hold continues to punish her. Finally, The Benefactor is able to wiggle her head loose and slowly squeezes backwards out of the hold. Benefactor intelligently snaps her fingers away from herself, distracting the dim-witted Confusia long enough so that Benefactor can pop onto her feet and dropkick Confusia in the face, knocking her down! COACH That was quite clever... The Benefactor pulls Confusia up to her feet and sends her off with an Irish whip. Confusia comes off of the ropes, and rolls through a hiptoss attempt lucha-style. Confusia runs at Benefactor, but Benefactor sends Confusia off to the ropes with a bi paso of her own. Confusia leaps up the ropes instead of bounces off of them, and backflips over Benefactor as Benefactor charges at her. Benefactor bounces off of the ropes as Confusia lands on her feet, and Confusia hits a Japanese armdrag with a backflip! COLE Confusia gets right back in the game! Confusia chooses not to hold on for an armbar and gets up, as Benefactor rises to her feet in a dizzy daze. Benefactor goes for Confusia's leg, but Confusia spins around with her leg over Benefactor's bent body, then rolls herself over Benefactor and brings her over with a schoolgirl.. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Benefactor immediately crawls away and tags out to Julie Sharcor, which leaves Confusia confused and causes her to tag out to Ashley Street. There's a buzz amongst the crowd, as "The Shark'" steps in to face her toughest opponent yet. Both competitors waste no time in sizing each other up, going right into an intense, almost sumo-like clinch/lock-up in mid-ring. Both wrestlers show off that they're very strong, but Street has no answer for Sharcor's size, as Julie ends up powering Ashley down to the mat with a judo-like legsweep. Shark goes into the guard position, but Street is savvy enough to grab Sharcor's knuckles to prevent any punching and maybe overpower her. Street then grabs a bodyscissors on Sharcor to maybe gain control. COACH Notice how, despite popular belief, being on the bottom half of a mount in a fight does not leave you defenseless. Street tightens her bodyscissors, leaving Sharcor with no other defense than to simply get up onto her feet, with Street still wrapped around her waist. Street grabs onto Julie's shoulders to try not to fall off, but Sharcor slams her down hard to the mat! Sharcor hooks Street's leg and turns her over into a half-crab, but Street is able to pull out and get to the ropes before Sharcor can fully apply it. Street re-adjusts her kneepad, as Sharcor basically stares a hole in Ashley. Street gets up, and the two competitors immediately collide in a big collar-and-elbow tie-up. Street is able to adjust that to apply a head-and-arm clutch (like the beginning of a flatliner/STO) on Sharcor, but Julie reverses with an over-hip judo throw. Street lands on her back, giving Sharcor the opening to apply a double-arm chicken wing on the mat. COLE I don't know whether to be surprised or not at how the rookie monster looks to be on the same level as the champ! Street slowly works her way up to her knees, with her arms still tied behind her back. But, Sharcor seems to know what Street is looking to go for, as she switches from the chicken wing to a single-arm reverse hammerlock, while pulling Street to a purely-vertical position. Sharcor immediately goes to hook Ashley's head, looking to convert to a cross-face chicken wing. But, Street finds a way to bend down and use her leverage to flip "The Shark" over her back! But, Sharcor keeps ahold of the arm and goes for a triangle armbar, as Ashley immediately locks her hands together to avoid it. Ashley realizes soon that she doesn't have the strength to fight the hold, so she simply leans down and turns it into a schoolgir variation... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COACH That's the first near-fall we've seen Julie Sharcor on the losing end of! Sharcor rolls back to her knees, as Ashley kneels right in front of her, shaking her finger "no" in a joking manner. Sharcor then begrudingly sticks her hand out, and Street shakes it. Sharcor walks back to her corner, disappointed, and tags in El Chica Generico. Generico leaps into the ring and begs Street to tag in Pantera Combatienta, which she does! COLE Here we go! Pantera walks into the ring calmly...then storms over and grabs Generico's hands quickly before she can do anything. Combatienta holds them out, almost like a Greco-Roman knucklelock, as she rolls onto her back, then bends her legs to position her calves behind Generico's armpits, which enables her to roll Generico into a sunset cradle... ONE! TWO! Generico rolls out! Generico rolls Combatienta backwards by her ankle, back onto her feet, then hooks her arms behind her to bring her down with a backslide... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Combatienta rolls out and immediately grabs a front facelock, pulling Generico up to her feet with it. Pantera switches her grip to that of a cravate, then swiftly and quickly snapmares Generico over. Pantera comes off of the ropes, grabs Pantera's legs on the way back, and goes for a folding press (aka Alligator Clutch, opponent folded in half at waist with all of your weight on their thighs), but the momentum of Pantera's charge allows Generico to roll all the way onto her stomach and crawl away. Generico looks over at Pantera and smirks, then grabs her hand, walks up the ropes, and leaps down, bringing Combatienta over with a flying headscissors into a grounded side headscissors. COACH I think I see what El Chica Generico is doing...instead of going balls-to-the-wall with brawling, she's trying to get under Pantera's skin by out-wrestling her and staying calm, as she knows that beating Pantera would hurt Pantera more than injuring her. COLE Also, I think a part of Generico wants to prove herself as a legitimate luchadore in the eyes of everyone out there. Combatienta kicks outward for a second, trying to escape in a panic, before calming down and bridging herself, then plants her hands on the mat and rolls backwards, to where she still is stuck in the headscissors, but is on her knees instead of her back. Pantera fakes an escape, then grabs the legs and rolls to her side for a form of a lateral press.. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Generico still keeps her legs together, keeping Combatienta trapped in the headscissors. Pantera pounds the mat with her fists in frustration, then calms down and briefly does a headstand before popping her head out and landing on her knees, immediately grabbing Generico's legs so she can't move. Combatienta stands up and applies a cloverhold (wrap legs like a Texas Cloverleaf, but crank on knees instead of turning it over). Pantera cranks and twists on Generico's knees, trying to take out the flyer's top weapon. Generico finds an escape route, however, as she tries bridging with a headstand, then twists her body quickly to basically armdrag Pantera over with her legs! COACH El Chica Generico's proving the haters wrong, including the one she's wrestling! Pantera gets up, looking angry as sin while holding her back, and charges at Generico. Generico sends her off to the ropes with a bi paso. Combatienta comes off and gets lifted into a tilt-a-whirl manuever, but reverses it into an armdrag! Combatienta goes to one knee and sends Generico down with a legsweep as soon as she gets up, then comes off of the ropes. Generico rolls over onto her stomach for a dropdown, as Pantera leaps over her, then Combatienta comes off of the ropes again. Generico gets up just to get tornado-whipped off to the ropes by Pantera. Combatienta tries to lift Pantera for a tilt-a-whirl as she comes off of the ropes, but Generico reverses it into an awesome Deja Vu (double-rotation flying headscissors) that sends Combatienta sliding out of the ring! Pantera gets up in a daze on the floor, as Generico springboards to the top rope and hits an awesome corkscrew plancha into an armdrag on the floor! COLE That was awesome! While those two gather themselves on the outside, the next two in line, Valerie and Constance, cautiously enter the ring. Both competitors act VERY nervous, as the other wrestlers surrounding the ring pound the apron, causing the fans to clap their hands to the rhythm of that pounding. Valerie and Constance look around for an escape from having to wrestle one another, but can't find one. They finally shrug their shoulders and shake hands in mid-ring...then Constance slowly applies the loosest headlock you'll ever see, as Valerie feigns being hurt by it! Constance is seen laughing heavily, as the crowd boos loudly at the utter laziness. Valerie then "shoves" Constance off to the ropes, "causing" Constance to slowly walk to the ropes. Constance avoids actually bouncing off of the ropes, but comes back and lightly taps shoulders with Valerie, "shocked" to see that it didn't knock her down. COACH This is a ripoff! They both loudly say "Oh well!" and shrug their shoulders, then try to escape the ring. Constance is able to leave easily, but Valerie gets stopped at the apron by an angry Jenny Adams, who shoves her back into the ring! Adams enters the ring to replace Constance and start her team's batting order all over again, as Valerie scoots backwards, trying to beg off. Jenny looks around to the crowd, asking them if she should believe this. They loudly scream "NOOOO!". Valerie proves them right, going right to the eyes with an eyepoke from the thumb, then applying a headlock. CROWD BOOOOO! Valerie literally gets bored with the hold, so she goes right to a reverse hammerlock from behind. Adams is familiar with the situation however, and easily reverses with a go-behind into a reverse hammerlock of her own, to cheers from the crowd. Valerie reaches down for the legpull reversal, but can't get it, so she reverses with a drop toe hold, floated over to a front facelock, which she bridges with. Valerie cranks upward on Jenny's chin, as Adams screams loudly from the pain. But, she refuses to submit so easily. With blood rushing to her head quickly, Valerie rolls back from the bridged position into a regular front facelock. Valerie, again showing off her weakness (a short attention span), pulls Jenny up, while still keeping the front facelock on, then hooks her for a suplex, and spins her around into an inverted swinging neckbreaker! Valerie rolls right back onto her stomach, keeping the front facelock intact. COLE Say what you will, but Valerie's been like a shark with that grip on Jenny's head. Valerie continues to crank on the facelock, as the crowd starts to get behind Jenny... "JEN-NY!" "JEN-NY!" The crowd's chants help revive Adams, who slowly but surely starts to twist herself around, as Valerie, very animatedly, shakes her head in disapproval...and Jenny rolls to her side and reverses into a grounded reverse hammerlock! The crowd cheers, but Valerie gets to the ropes with her feet before they can get too excited. Adams breaks the hold immediately and gives Valerie room to breathe. Valerie takes all the time in the world to catch her composure. She keeps ahold of the ropes to make sure that Adams isn't legally allowed to attack her...but then sneak-attacks Adams with a headbutt to the gut! Valerie gets to her feet and applies another side headlock, but Adams is able to shoot Valerie off to the ropes before it can inflict too much punishment. Valerie comes off of the ropes, leaps over Adams's dropdown, then comes from the other end and ducks under Jenny's leapfrog. Valerie comes off of the first side again, as Adams rolls backwards for a monkey flip, but Valerie slows down, grabs Jenny's legs, lifts her in a wheelbarrow, and then tosses her up in the air, bringing her down with a brutal backbreaker! COACH Not nice! Valerie pulls Adams up by the hair quickly, avoiding threats from the referee, and delivers a stiff forearm to Jenny's back. Valerie hooks Jenny from the side and drops her hard with a snap side suplex, before turning her over and hitting an abrupt double stomp to her back. Valerie pulls Adams up again by the hair, and slaps her in the face, which draws the ire of the crowd. Valerie lifts Adams up and drops her across the knee with a side backbreaker, then lifts her up immediately and sends her down hard with a turnaround STO! Valerie goes for the cocky cover (neither leg hooked)... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Valerie looks to be VERY angry. She pulls Adams up with a front facelock, then drags her to her team's corner, where Valerie tags out to "Floggin'" Molly Matthews. Valerie yells at Molly to kick Jenny in the side as she holds her in a front facelock, but Molly refuses. Valerie walks to the outside of the ring, as Molly helps Jenny up. Molly and Jenny start to loudly converse... MOLLY "Tag out to the Kidd!" JENNY "No...I can keep going!" MOLLY "I just wanna wrestle someone fresh...." JENNY "No!" MOLLY "Suit yourself, but I ain't fighting you..." Molly then tags out to Brodie Lewis! Brodie tackles Molly to the ground, and both competitors trade STIFF punches to the face, reviving their brutal battle from the summer! These two go back and forth with the grounded punches, as Jenny's able to roll on top. This exchange gets so out of control that the referee, for the second time in the bout, has to seperate a fight with Brodie Lewis in it! He pulls Adams off of Brodie and holds her back, just long enough for Brodie to get up and nail a charging knee to Jenny's face! Adams goes down face-first, and Lewis nails her in the back of the head three times with right punches. Lewis pulls Adams up and goes after her neck with a DDT. Lewis goes right back to her primal instincts and strangles Adams with her bare hands once again! COLE This is barbaric! COACH Well, Brodie Lewis is pretty barbaric by nature! For some reason, Brodie lets go of the choke and pulls Adams up before the referee can initiate a count on the ground. Lewis then lets loose with a HARD chop to the chest. Brodie headbutts Jenny RIGHT in-between the eyes, then whips her off to the ropes. Brodie turns around, almost cockily, and doesn't see Jenny somehow walk up the ropes, backflip off of the top rope, and hit an incredible DDT! Adams immediately hops on Lewis and starts throwing punches again! COLE ...Yeah, I have no clue where Jenny gets this energy either. Adams pulls Brodie up to a bent positiion and starts wailing away with BRUTAL Kawada-style kicks to the face! One after one, each one harder than the last! After ten of them, Adams lets go, comes off of the ropes, and does a Red Star Press-style flip into a kick to the face! Adams goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Adams pulls her up with a front facelock, but Brodie fights it off with punches to the gut. Lewis tries an Irish whip, but Jenny plants her feet to the ground to block, then sends Brodie off to the ropes with one of her own. While Jenny positions for a back elbow, Brodie bounces off of the ropes and blind-tags the Benefactor! Lewis ducks the back elbow and slides out of the ring! Jenny turns around...right into a HYOOOOGE spear, the momentum of which flips the Benefactor over into a Northern Lights bridge... ONE! TWO! THREE! *********************** JENNY ADAMS (TEAM ONE) Eliminated By: Benefactor Eliminations: None Eliminated: 1st 5-6 ********************************* COLE Wow, of all of the people to be eliminated first... COACH Probably one of the top three favorites, and she's gone like THAT! Adams has to be pulled from the ring by a group of referees and taken to the locker room, as she tries attacking the Benefactor in an angry rage before being restrained. COLE Yeah, I don't blame her at ALL. The crowd is absolutely stunned at this development, but the match must go on. The Cannon Kidd enters the ring to face The Benefactor. Benefactor draws the young Kidd into a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Benefactor is able to easily transfer that to a headlock, and use that to take her over with a headlock takeover. Cannon Kidd panics in the hold, but is able to turn Benefactor on her shoulders for a pin... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Benefactor rolls out and pulls the Kidd up in a clinch, then snapmares her over into a Dragon Sleeper. The Kidd gives away that, somehow, the hold isn't effecting her too badly, by bridging upward and trying an immediate escape, so The Benefactor plants her on the mat and goes for a lateral press... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Benefactor pulls Kidd up in a clinch and tosses her to her team's corner, where she immediately tags in Julie Sharcor... COLE This is smart strategy: keep the rookie in and pounce on her with multiple wrestlers. "The Shark" immediately kicks The Kidd right in the kidneys. Sharcor pulls her from Benefactor and sends The Cannon Kidd right down to the mat with a waistlock takedown. Sharcor holds the Kidd's face down into the mat and applies a hammerlock. Sharcor then adjusts her positioning so she can hold down the arm with her knee, then throws palm strikes to the back of the Kidd's head while holding it down with her other hand. She switches to closed fists, and the referee forces her to break the hold, which she does. Sharcor gives the Kidd room for a clean break, which Kidd uses to quickly shake the cobwebs off and go for a dumb flying knee attack. Sharcor easily catches her smaller opponent in mid-air, and tosses her overhead with a suplex-type toss, right on her neck! COLE NOT GOOD! Sharcor looks like she's now pissed, as she quickly pulls The Cannon Kidd up and delivers a HARD snap powerbomb, keeps ahold of Kidd's leg, and turns it over into a stretch muffler (Brock-Lock)! The Kidd screeches in pain from the hold, reaching out for anything she can grab. Sharcor cranks on the Kidd's knee, but it's not enough to keep the Kidd from crawling to the ropes and getting a rope break. Sharcor backs up, but as the Kidd's pulling herself up with the ropes, Sharcor goes to charge at her to prevent a situation like last time...but the Kidd moves and Sharcor takes a dive to the outside! COACH Looks like speed and smarts overtook the beast! The Kidd looks down at the floor, shocked at what she's done! The crowd reacted heavily to it, as Sharcor simply looks up, with the reddest face you ever will see! The Kidd kind of smirks at her, then turns around...and walks right into a springboard armdrag from El Chica Generico that sends her to the outside! COLE What goes around comes around! COACH But what goes around wasn't as cool as what came around! Confusia bolts into the ring to replace her departed partner, and runs right into a bi paso! Confusia comes off of the ropes, walks under Generico's leapfrog, then leaps over the dropdown on the way back. Confusia then steps under a leapfrog, comes off of the ropes again, and leaps over a dropdown. Confusia comes off of the ropes again, runs under a leapfrog, and leaps over a drop-down on the way back. Confusia comes off of the ropes, steps under a leapfrog AGAIN, and leaps over a drop-down AGAIN on the way back. Confusia then stops dead in her tracks...and scratches her chin in confusion. She shrugs her shoulders and questions the referee in babble-speak, to which he shrugs as well. She then shoves Generico and converses with her... CONFUSIA Bah bah! Eddity boo-bah! Bah! Bah! Escargot Chevrolet TIto Santana! GENERICO Hmm...(scratches chin) (motions actions with her hands) Leap...drop, run-run. Leap...drop, run-run. CONFUSIA HUH? GENERICO Um...Senor Perfect Hennig....Jose Powers...El Dandy... CONFUSIA El Dandy? GENERICO EL DANDY! CONFUSIA (growls, then walks over and bites the stuffing out of a turnbuckle pad, THEN spits the padding in her mouth out on the mat and draws a line with her foot and flexes her biceps) GUN SHOW! BANG! BANG! GENERICO (covers her mouth laughing at Confusia) El Silly Goose! (slaps referee's chest, they both laugh) CONFUSIA (infuriated) Urgh-ugh-ugh ziddy uber boo-boo...MEGAPOWERS EXPLODE! GENERICO (puffs face out and points finger at Confusia) YOOOOOOU! (Hulks up for no reason) ...and all of this results in an armdrag from Generico! Both competitors bounce back up, and Generico does a standing leap into a hurricanrana cradle! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Both are up, and Generico gives Confusia a bi paso again. This time, Confusia is clever enough to bust out a handspring into a backwards thrust leap that ends up in a wheelbarrow victory roll variation... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Generico rolls it back into a cradle of her own, but repositions herself to where it's a prawn hold with a bridge... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Generico comes off of the ropes again, but gets caught in a waistlock go-behind by Confusia, straight into a state roll prawn hold... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Confusia then comes off of the ropes and leaps over a dropdown by Generico, then comes back and does a leaping roll over a low dropkick by Generico. Confusia leaps onto the second rope and goes for a quebrada (lionsault), but Generico avoids it. Confusia lands on her feet, but Generico comes off of the ropes behind her and nails a jumping heel kick! Generico goes for a lateral press... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Generico pulls Confusia up quickly and goes for an Irish whip. Confusia comes off of the ropes, as Generico bends down for a backdrop. Confusia sees this and tries to avoid it by jumping on Generico's back and going for a Code Red. But, Generico is able to flip her over forward into a powerbomb attempt...that Confusia reverses into a hurricanrana into a cradle! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Confusia immediately bolts off and comes off of the ropes, knowing Generico'll get back up quickly (which she does). Confusia goes for a Yakuza kick, but Generico reverses with a backsweep legtrip! Generico stands up and hits a great standing moonsault into a pin! ONE! TWO KICKOUT! Generico takes a quick breather on her knees, then pops up and yells "OLE!", to which the crowd responds with an "OLE!" of their own. Generico then tries to pull Confusia up, but gets a headbutt to the gut for her troubles. Confusia hooks Generico and lifts her for a vertical suplex...then drops her gut-first on her knee. Generico rolls onto her back. Confusia charges to the ropes, then does a handspring where she lands on her feet with a double stomp onto Generico's gut! COLE That'll make you lose your lunch in a hurry! Confusia gets up, runs and leaps onto the second rope, and hits a version of the Armani Shoe Exchange (lionsault twisted into senton), then goes for the cover... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Confusia gets frustrated and pulls Generico up with a front facelock, then drags her over to her corner and tags out to Ashley Street. Confusia passes off the front facelock to Street, then goes to the floor. Street quickly converts the front facelock to a snapmare, and goes into a grounded chinlock. Generico reaches out (literally) for fan support, which she gets in the form of clapping, which gives her the strength to slowly turn herself over. Generico from there is able to somehow bust out a headstand, the momentum of which she follows into falling on her BUTT, which allows her to escape the chinlock and go right into a headlock. COLE Definite change of pace between these two allies... Generico pulls Street up to a standing position with the headlock, but gets shoved off to the ropes. Generico comes off of the ropes and ducks a clothesline, then tries for a handspring elbow...which Street is able to reverse into a kneeling Blue Thunder Bomb! Street goes for a lateral press! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Street then pulls Generico up and delivers a side suplex that positions her closer to the other team's corner, then tags out to Pantera Combatienta. Pantera pulls Generico up immediately and sends her off to the ropes with an Irish whip. The worn-out Generico comes off of the ropes and runs into a backsweep legtrip, then Combatienta comes off of the adjacent ropes and hits a running back senton onto Generico's weakened stomach. Combatienta rolls Generico onto her back and applies an inverted version of the Cattle Mutilation where the giver is facing the opposite direction, placing her head in between Generico's shoulderblades and trying to stretch out Generico's mid-section. Generico struggles in the hold, as the crowd gets behind her.. "GEN-ER-I-CO!" *clap clap clap clap clap* "GEN-ER-I-CO!" Generico tries desperately to escape, but is unable to. But, she refuses to tap out to Pantera, the woman who embarrassed her on national TV. Finally, Combatienta gets frustrated and turns the hold over into a backslide of sorts... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Pantera immediately grabs a front facelock, pulls Generico up, and grounds her again with a snapmare before wrapping on a behind headscissors (they're both facing the same way), then turning it over and moving her knees and thighs up and down to drive Generico's face into the canvas (ala Alex Shelley)! COACH Disrespectful AND dangerous! Pantera rolls that into an inverted victory roll cradle... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! The crowd cheers, as Pantera pounds the mat in frustration. The Benefactor then tries to get into the ring, but the referee goes over to try and get her out. This proves to be a fake-out just to disract the referee, as Constance immediately slides into the ring, grabs El Chica Generico, and performs the Package Piledriver (an illegal move in this bout) on her! After spiking her on her skull, Constance tells Pantera to "make her tap out!" sarcastically. Constance slides out of the ring as the referee turns around and sees Pantera applying a triangle choke...Generico's out cold, so the referee starts the hand-drop test.. It's raised..and it FALLS! COLE NO! It's raised again...and it FALLS! COACH This is a pile of crap! It's raised a THIRD TIME...AND IT FALLS! ******************** EL CHICA GENERICO (TEAM TWO) Eliminated: 2nd Eliminations: None Eliminated By: Pantera Combatienta 5-5 ************************** COLE Both teams are down one wrestler now, but it shouldn't be that way after this crap! Generico's completely unconcious, and needs to be helped to the back by officials. Valerie strolls into the ring, assuming that Pantera Combatienta and her are totally cool with one another after that scheme with her partner Constance. Valerie throws her hand out for a handshake, and Pantera shakes it... ..but then shakes her finger "no" and pulls Valerie in for an armdrag! Valerie rolls out of the ring and throws a fit at ringside to the fans' delight! COACH So wait...Pantera Combatienta is a total bitch when it comes to Generico, but otherwise is pretty cool? *scratches bald head* Molly Matthews runs into the ring to replace Valerie, and gets sent off with a bi paso to the ropes. Pantera tries a hiptoss, but Molly lands on her feet. Combatienta is able to reposition her arm and snapmare Matthews down to the mat. Combatienta then backs up and nails a quick twisting, falling headbutt. Pantera then goes through the motions of a figure-four-leglock...but with Molly's arms instead, forcing Molly to apply a choke on HERSELF. Combatienta sits down with it, and with her free leg, chooses to deliver Molly sitting bootscrapes. COLE The veteran of the mat wars is stretching out a young'un. Molly kicks the mat in pain, and the crowd gets behind her with clapping. This clapping intensifies to the point to where Molly is able to roll fully onto her stomach, and allowing her to easily pull her head out of this predicament. Molly then stands up and is able to pull her arms out, allowing her to go up and position Combatienta for a camel clutch...but then rolls both of them sideways...and again...and again...and again... and right into a Gedoh Clutch pin... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COACH That's commonly known in wrestling circles as the "Kiwi Roll", a move, believe it or not, popularized by the Funks in the 60's. Both competitors come up to their feet, and Pantera tries for a Shawn Capture (leap into a short-arm-scissors takeover), but Molly drives her down to the mat and goes into a schoolgirl.. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Molly gets to her feet before Combatienta, and tries pulling her up...but gets an upward palm thrust to the jaw for her troubles. Pantera snapmares her over, and delivers a STIFF toe hick to Matthews' chest that keeps her completely horizontal. Combatienta does a standing turn and hits a standing moonsault into a pin.. ONE TWO! KICKOUT! Pantera pulls Molly up and snapmares her closer to Pantera's team's corner, then Pantera tags out to Constance, who pulls Molly up and gives her an Irish whip. Molly comes off of the ropes and runs right into a top elbow (ala Dusty Rhodes) by Constance. Constance comes off of the adjacent ropes and hits a big elbow drop, right into a cover... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Constance goes right into a chinlock. The referee checks Molly and isn't paying attention to Constance...so she puts her feet up on the ropes! The crowd boos, as she's doing this right underneath the ref's nose. Right when he's ready to look up, she drops her feet. The referee questions her about the shaking ropes and the fans' screams, but she shrugs it off. The referee goes back to checking Molly, so Constance does it again! The referee's unaware, but the fans are repeatedly screaming about it. The referee goes to look, but Constance drops her feet again before he can see. He shrugs it off this time, and goes back to checking Molly. Constance goes back and does it for a third time! This time, a fan yells something directly at her, and Constance takes offense to it. So, she gets into an argument with the fan. As these two argue, Constance doesn't notice that the referee's looking up and looking directly at her feet on the ropes...so he shoves them off and orders the hold to be broken! COLE Finally! Constance pulls Molly up slowly and grabs a waistlock. But, Molly quickly reverses with a go-behind into a waistlock, then charges Constance forward, trying to bounce off of the ropes for momentum for a state roll prawn hold...but Constance holds onto the ropes and goes nowhere, while Molly rolls backwards. Constance stands there and taunts the crowd by pointing at her brain...so Molly gets back up, grabs the waistlock, and rolls her back into a prawn hold.. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Molly comes off of the ropes...but Constance kips up and drops Molly with a Sky High powerbomb on the way back! Constance chooses to pose instead of pin Molly after it, causing the crowd to boo again. Constance pulls Molly up, and sends her off with another Irish whip. Molly comes off of the ropes and runs right into a hard superkick to the jaw! Constance then swings herself around and drops an elbow drop, then covers Molly... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Constance angrily pulls Molly up with a front facelock and tags in the Cannon Kidd... COLE For the sake of her team, tagging in the Kidd might be a dumb move. The Kidd is not only inexperienced, but she's friends with Molly and will probably take it easy on her, making it really easy for their opponent-in-peril gameplan to go array. The Kidd grabs a headlock, but like predicted, Molly's able to easily escape and send the Kidd down to the mat with a front legsweep, then roll her into a Gedoh Clutch pin... ONE! TWO! THREE! ******************************** THE CANNON KIDD (TEAM ONE) Eliminated: 3rd Eliminated By: "Floggin'" Molly Matthews Eliminations: None 4-5 *********************************** COLE Out of nowhere... The Kidd pounds the mat in frustration, but respectfully gets right back up and shakes Matthews' hand. As the Kidd leaves to go to the back, Confusia comes from behind Molly and tries grabbing her for a side suplex. Molly turns around in shock and gets lifted onto Confusia's shoulders, then dropped with a Death Valley Driver! Confusia then runs off to the ropes, but does a semi-619 in the ropes before letting go and letting the momentum allow her to fly right back into the ring with an elbow drop on Molly! Confusia goes for the cover... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Confusia comes up on both knees and yells to the heavens in frustration. She pulls Molly up, and yells "UNCANNY ILLUSION HAMMER!" That's the name of her whirlybird into an Ace Crusher, which she then goes for. But, in mid-rotation, Molly slips out, leaps backwards, and makes the tag to Brodie Lewis! Brodie storms in and knocks Confusia down with a big right hook! Brodie pulls Confusia up, kicks her in the stomach, then powerbombs her right on top of her damn neck! Brodie reaches down without looking, grabbing the laces of Confusia's mask, and loosens them enough that Confusia is able to slip it off of her head and make it look like Brodie did it! Confusia covers up, though she still has a Glacier-style mouth-mask on, and the referee sees this...and he calls for a disqualification! ***************** BRODIE LEWIS (TEAM TWO) Eliminated: 4rd Eliminated By: Confusia Eliminations: None 4-4 ********************** Lewis grabs the referee and throws him down! She grabs Confusia by the head and tosses her to the outside! Lewis goes nuts with repeated stomps to her back, then grabs any chair she can get her hands on, and tosses it onto the prone body of young Confusia! An entire crew of officials come out to break this incident up, as Lewis grabs a singular chair and repeatedly slams it down on Confusia! It takes all ten referees to finally get Lewis to the locker room, in all of her rage! COLE Talk about a poor sport! COACH Honestly...I think Brodie's just mad that she doesn't get to fight again until she goes out drinking at the pub later!

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.

Home now, I'll set up the show in GCF and just add the rest in as I get it. If I'm only missing Eski's match once the Main is in, I'll post it, unless people don't want me to.

Good good, don't worry Eski, I'll leave room for your match. Plenty of time guys, I'm about to duck off to work for a couple of hours, I'll post the show when I get back.

Is there a TSM chatroom open?

Four down, four to go. Looking good guys, keep it up.

So, the card... OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship Stephen Joseph (champion) vs. Tha Puerto Rican Special Referee: Jesse Ventura OAOAST X-Division Championship Peter Knight (champion) vs. The Parka OAOAST Tag Team Championship - IronTag Rules The Usual Suspects (champions) vs. The Global Party Exchange HI-YAH Heavyweight Title Christian Wright © vs. Dan Black Tony Brannigan vs. Bohemoth 8-Man Elimination Tag Match Stevens/Heyross Incorporated vs. The Deadly Alliance 8-Man Elimination Tag Match NNMX & SCM vs. Heavenly Rockers & Sooner Bruisers Women's Torneo Cibernetica Vitamin X vs. Otaku II -really solid card guys, should be a great show. I'd like to have everything in by 7, so 12 hours from now. That's best-case scenario. If not, 9 would be fine. Any later than that, and the show would have to wait an hour or so until about 11 or 12. EDIT: Matches recieved (or completed) have been bolded.

T-Wolves beat the Cavs, KG hits a jumper on the buzzer. Is it me, or has the Central Division become the strongest in the League?

AND THEN LOSE TO THE GOD DAMN FUCKING HAWKS. AT HOME. FUCKING FUCK SHIT FUCK FUCKER ^This was much similar to my reaction.

There's no mod online, so I predict we'll get these threads in every folder.

I'm marking out for that.

Whatever happened to The Kat? I mean, at least we got some random nudity when she was in the company. That had to have added at least a couple hundred thousand viewers.

OR Daivari can change HIS name & convert to hip-hop. Have Cena dress him up & shit, show him the game, give him some bad bitches, some big blunts, the works. You forgot to say 'hilarity ensues' at the end.

Wow, I'd already written a little something, but this is better. Thanks KC.

Orton-Taker: meh, it was always going to happen, may as well get it out of the way before 2006. JBL-Edge: Could be decent, but that would mean that Edge would go to SmackDown permanently, and Teddy Long would just happen to forgive him for going against SmackDown for the last two months, and repay him for his hatred of SmackDown with a Number One Contendors match. Unless this is Teddy punishing Edge and putting his briefcase on the line, won't work. Booker-Benoit: The SmackDown spoilers confuse and annoy me, plus this means that Benoit is going to stay with the company, which, in light of recent events, isn't a huge surprise. Kennedy-Mysterio: Assuming Batista isn't as injured as we are led to believe, why not do Hardy-Kennedy and Big Dave-Rey Rey for the belt? I don't like the idea of Kennedy-Mysterio, probably because I really don't see Ken Kennedy anywhere near Rey's level. MNM-Mexicools: Yep, I'd be happy with this. Four lightweights flying around and making for an entertaining match. They need to feud for more than just a throwaway month, though. Juvi-London: Once again, this would please a lot of people. But knowing WWE's booking, we'll get Juvi-Funaki in a battle of the stereotypes, and London will feature on a very special internet-only pre-Heat. Lashley-Hardy: ....nah. This wouldn't do either man any good. Either you have Lashley do another squash, or you put him with a guy that's as big as he is. That's how the monsters work. They squash little guys, they squash medium guys, and then they 'showcase their amazing power' by lifting guys the same size as they are. I suppose if they re-created Matt-Lesnar it would work, but it'd hurt Matt a lot to lose to Lashley. Lashley needs to face (and defeat) someone like a Heidenreich, or a Bob Holly. Just quick, 'dominant' matches. If Snitsky were on SD he'd be a prime candidate for this.

Wow, KG and Marbury in the Knicks would make them a damn strong team. With Brown coaching, who knows where they could go if that deal went through. EDIT: Oh, and I had a dream last night that Stephon was traded to Atlanta. Go figure.

Just made my choices then... East: F- Jermaine O'Neal F- LeBron James C- Ben Wallace G- Allen Iverson G- Dwayne Wade West: F- Elton Brand F- Shawn Marion C- Marcus Camby G- Kobe Bryant G- Jason Richardson Write-in: Chris Paul

I never got the opportunity to see 1997 WCW, so I'd probably buy this if it includes a comprehensive feature on the Crow character and nWo feud.

I like the idea of cycling wrestlers, perhaps they could go in groups, with each wrestler getting one month off in every six, or something similar.

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I find this offensive.

For the set, playing on Papa's poster, I was thinking your normal ramp, but with two entrances, separated by a giant sword that is seemingly lodged in the ramp. One entrance for upstarts, one for originals.

Mark Schwartzer is our new hero.

chave! is awesome, and therefore not Banky. che v = Banky.