Hoff

Thinking more about it, if no one has any complaints, I'd really like the main event slot.

The cameras once again open on the CSI locker room. The fans boo as we see, for another week, Jay Richards and Jumbo playing PS2. Meanwhile, Chris Stevens sits on the floor, leaning against the locker, his head tilted up, eyes closed, looking like he's seen better days. Once again absent is Brock Ausstin. JAY YEAH, MOTHA@#$#@$ The screen bleeps and blinks as Jay starts shimmying his shoulders. Jumbo's eyes bug out, and the big man starts pressing the buttons furiously, eventually resorting to mashing the whole control pad with his palm. JAY TASTE THE FURY OF THE LIGHTNING LEG, PUNK!! Jay hits the X button like it was going out of style, and a deflated Jumbo sinks back in his chair...causing the chair to tip over backwards. JUMBO UWAAA! The big guy takes a tumble, and Jay, looking over in disbelief, starts LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF. Jumbo rolls away from the mangled hunk of steel that used to be his chair, hitting the wall, causing Jay to double over. The rookie's face goes beet-red as he guffaws, and Jumbo finally gets to his feet, fuming as he looks down at Jay. JUMBO It's NOT FUNNY!! JAY BWAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.....oh....ohmigod....heh....oh man..... Jumbo wrinkles his nose, looking madder than a wet hen. Finally, Chris Stevens, the leader of the group, looks over at his cohorts with a sigh. STEVENS Guys....can you keep it down? Jay looks over his shoulder, and Jumbo shifts his gaze to Stevens. JUMBO Sorry, boss. Stevens closes his eyes, leaning his head back and banging it into the lockers. Jay cringes a bit at the *thud* of skull on metal. JAY Hey....relax, boss. It's gon' be all right. JUMBO You heard from him at all yet? Stevens responds without looking down. STEVENS No. Not a word since last week. I still have no idea what he was doing out there. JAY Hey I'll tell you what he was doing, man. He was costing US gold! Jumbo nods, but Stevens only shifts his gaze to the floor, again sighing. STEVENS Yeah...I just don't get it. We were supposed to be in this thing together...and it seems like he's only looking out for #1. I mean, I know I might be a jerk, but I've never been seflish. Jay casts a sideways glance back at Jumbo, but the big man isn't looking at him. Jay turns his eyes back to Stevens. JAY Listen, Chris. In between rounds, here, me and Jumbo have been talking about all this, and...we're not sure that Brock should be in CSI anymore. Stevens looks up at Jay, skeptically, then at Jumbo, who shrugs. JUMBO Listen, man. You were right about him being a great competitor, a real monster, all that. But I'm just not sure if he gets it, y'know? He just seems like he could care less about us, and what we're all about. JAY Yeah. I mean, he's cool, I guess, but the hottest thing in primetime? Dunno about that. Stevens breathes deep, looking at his cohorts. STEVENS Listen...I've got to find a way to make this right. I want him on our side. Jay shrugs as Jumbo looks on, unmoving. Richards gets up and walks over to Chris, patting him on the shoulder. JAY Well, I wish I could help, boss. But I got nothin'. Anyway, I'm gonna go check out the merchandise stands, se if I can't find me a Jay Richards foam finger. Lemme know if you need me. Stevens waves the smiling Richards away, and he heads for the door. JUMBO I don't think they make those... Jay laughs as he leaves, and Jumbo chuckles before turning back to face Stevens. Stevens looks at his old friend and bodyguard helplessly, and Jumbo appears to be deep in thought. JUMBO Listen, man. I'm not sure I trust this guy, and before we go on, I want you to know that. But I do trust you, and if you want him on our side, so be it. STEVENS I understand. Jumbo hesitates a moment before speaking. JUMBO Okay....I have an idea. Stevens perks up, looking at his big henchman. STEVENS Go on..... *commercial*

[b][color=silver]*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM~!*[/color] [i]"YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!![/i][/b] "Black" hits the arena loudspeakers and Hoff steps onto the stage! Wearing his signature "H" t-shirt and jeans, the big man throws a fist into the air, then heads down the aisle with a serious expression, not stopping to slap any hands or point out any cool signs. COLE And I hate to be cliche....but LISTEN TO THIS OVATION!! The Michigan faithful are on their feet, cheering for the superstar powerhouse as he slides into the ring under the bottom rope. The "HOFF" chant is already in full effect as he pops to his feet, climbing the near corner ropes and throwing his arm high into the air, letting out a roar as flashbulbs spark across the arena. Hoff steps off the ropes, and the fans quiet down as he takes a house mic. HOFF Welcome. "TO THE FUTURE!!!" the fans scream in unison, before giving Hoff a renewed cheer. CABOOSE I'm so glad he's out of the booth. COACH I knew you missed me! CABOOSE Yeah, right. Hoff's expression remains stern as he raises the mic. HOFF So last week, as we eminated LIVE from my hometown, I got to take a good look at the action. The rest of this company was on display, and I had front-row seats. And you know what? I was damn impressed. The crowd lets out a cheer for all of its OAOAST superstars, appreciating their talents. HOFF Oh, yeah. I saw two guys kill each other, brawling across the entire damn mall. I saw two men I hate take the fight to a couple of young kids, and I saw the kids rise to the occassion. COLE Hoff obviously talking about the Skater Boiz... HOFF I saw a man that I have gained a tremendous amount of respect for drop Drek Stone on his ass and pin him to the mat, one-two-three, and I smiled, and I cheered just as loud as anybody. "LE-ON! LE-ON! LE-ON! LE-ON!" HOFF I saw a company that I am proud to be a part of, and a group of men -- and women -- that I will be honored to represent. CABOOSE Aww, please. Cut this out. The fans rise, giving Hoff, and moreover, the entire roster, a standing ovation. HOFF Absolutely, guys. Give them a hand, they deserve it. "O-A-O-A-S-T! *clap* *clap*" "O-A-O-A-S-T! *clap* *clap*" "O-A-O-A-S-T! *clap* *clap*" "O-A-O-A-S-T! *clap* *clap*" COLE This is a hell of a moment, guys. COACH Holla, playa. Hoff nods, smiling, before he continues. HOFF But that's why I'm out here. You see, last week, as I was watching from ringside, there was one guy I didn't see. The guy who's supposed to be the embodiment of this company. The World Heavyweight Champion. AXEL. Axel's name draws a good-sized cheer from the crowd. COACH Hey, that's right, Axel wasn't at the show last week! CABOOSE Was he with you getting your nails done? COACH No! And--HEY!! HOFF Oh yeah, Axel. See, I was waiting for you all night. Waiting to see you in the ring. I wanted to get one more up close and personal look at the man I'd be facing August 28th at Angleslam. But, Axel was nowhere to be found. COLE Hoff sounds like he's taking this a little personally! CABOOSE He probably missed having a lame friend to pal around with the next day. He needed a shopping buddy! HAW! HOFF Now Axel...as far as I'm concerned, you've been a great champion. You've taken on all comers, and even though you hit some problems, you rose up and overcame each and every one, and you earned my respect, pal. You can believe that. But Axel, the fact is, you're not the man anymore. Your torch is about to be passed, whether you like it or not. And my torch is about to be lit. You're looking at the new standard bearer in the OAOAST. "YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" HOFF But it's like a true legend once said: to be the man.....you gotta beat the man. "WOOOOOOOOOO!" HOFF So it goes like this. If Axel's not going to be around to be your champion, then I will. And I may not have a shiny gold belt, but I've got a ticket to the biggest dance of all time. The dream shot...the thing I've been bustng my ass to get. My shot. My pass to Angleslam. My #1 contendership. COLE Is Hoff saying what I think he is? HOFF And startng TONIGHT, in this very ring, I will defend that title shot against any and all comers. I will take my right to face the World Champion and lay it on the line, against anyone who thinks they have what it takes, because after all I've gone through to get this shot....the blood, the sweat, and the tears...I know that there is no one, no one, that can take it from me. COLE He is! Hoff's gonna defend the #1 contendership, just like it was the World Title! The fans roar in approval...when suddenly, the lights go down!! COLE What the hell! A familiar bat hits the arena... [i]dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun AWW, AWW, AWWWWW!![/i] "SEXY BOY" hits and the fans mark out for the arrival of SOME GUY!! COLE WHOA!! Some Guy smiles at Hoff from the top of the ramp before walking down the aisle. In good spirits, the veteran fan-favorite takes off his Red Sox cap and tosses it into the crowd before hitting the ring, stepping through the ropes and spinning around as Hoff watches on with more than a mild curiosity. Some Guy comes out of his spin, doing the stretch and posing with his fist in the air. COLE Is Some Guy out here to take Hoff up on his offer? CABOOSE I doubt they're going to sit down and have a roundtable discussion, Michael. Some Guy steps forward and looks at Hoff as the lights go up. The crowd is buzzing as Hoff takes a step forward as well, raising his jaw and looking down at Some Guy. COLE These two teamed up a few weeks ago to take on Drek Stone and the GPX, but I don't think I've ever seen them face to face before. CABOOSE Well, cherish these moments, Cole. The two men stare each other down, both trying to get a read on the other. After a few intense moments, SG holds out his hand, and Hoff hands him the microphone. With a slight smile, Some Guy holds it to his lips... SOME GUY So it looks like the Hoff-stepper is steppin' up. The fans cheer as Hoff, arms folded across his chest, nods. SG nods back, still smiling. SOME GUY Well I gotta respect that. But Hoff, if you're looking for an opponent, look no further. Hoff strokes his goatee, raising his eyebrows as the fans cheer. CABOOSE WHAT?! This clown didn't even win last week! COLE He may not have beat Alfdogg, but he put on one hell of a show! SOME GUY Y'see, Hoff...while I respect you, and while I trust that you're not in cahoots with the big bad Stone, it seems to me that you're awfully young. Not that that's a bad thing-- the S-G isn't an old man himself-- but the fact is, you've climbed that mountain pretty high, pretty fast. Hoff shrugs, looking a little put-off by the remark. SOME GUY Now don't get me wrong, big man-- you've earned it. And you might be the hottest new star to come into this company in a long, long time. But as much as you deserve it, I think that I just might deserve it as well. You see, even before you got here, I've been breaking my neck and busting my ass for this company. I've been in match after match, and I've been in the ring with all of 'em. Anglesault...CWM...Zack Malibu. Even you Caboose. SG points at Caboose, drawing a cheer from the fans. CABOOSE Ah, bugger off, ya wanker. SOME GUY And through it all, in my career, I can count the title shots I've had on one hand. See, why Zack Malibu was the franchise and the savior, Some Guy was a supporting player. But I'm back, baby, and I think these fans agree that there ain't many cats like me out there. "YEEEEEAAAAHHHH!!!!!!" SOME GUY So whaddya say, big man? How about you and me lock up and I get my shot at the big dance? Hoff and Some Guy, in this ring, TO-NIGHT?! The fans let out a MASSIVE cheer! Hoff smiles, chuckling to himself, before he takes the mic back... HOFF You know, if you wanted a match, you could have just ASKED... COLE IS HE SAYING WHAT I THINK HE IS? CABOOSE God, SHUT UP!! Hoff nods with approval. HOFF Well you want it, Some Guy, then you got it! You get your shot at MY shot, right here, tonight! But Some Guy, remember one thing. When it's all over, and the dust has settled, and the smoke has cleared. You will know....that the future "FUTURE!!".....has "HAS!!" ................"ARRIVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "YEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!" HOFF Arrived. "Black" hits to a monstrous pop, and Some Guy spares one last glance at the #1 contender before stepping through the ropes and hopping onto the floor. Hoff looks down at him before turning to the fans, climbing the near corner and throwing his fist into the air. COLE Well WHAT AN ANNOUNCEMENT! Tonight, in this very ring, it's going to be Hoff, one-on-one, against SOME GUY for the number one contendership and a title shot at Angleslam! CABOOSE I hope, for his sake, Hoff knows what he's doing. COACH It's gonna be a hot one, playas!

I like it.

I've sort of half-read, half-skimmed. I liked it. PK did a great job. You all did me well on commentary, so nice job with that. The Heartland Title match was amazingly fun to read, and the main vent was well done as well. PR did a good job conveying emotion in the Ayane/Lindsay feud, and the Drek/Zack promo was freakin' awesome. Everything was very good this week. And, I think I got a little turned on by Jenny Adams cursing...so bonus.

And, I hate to be a bastard, but my BESTEST FRIEND EVAR is in town from Seattle, and that's taking precedence this week. So someone else will have to post. I should be back to it by the 28th, though. Also, I wouldn't MIND the ME spot, but my match doesn't have to run there. It'll certainly be worthy, though.

I can promise you both a blockbuster match AND a blockbuster announcement. CSI will be in the house, and the #1 contender has something to get off his chest...all on an action-packed episode of HeldDOWN~!

Not to step on your flavor, but PR is no longer the Puerto Rican champ. I know you're reading through the old shows, so I won't spoil it for you, but he lost it recently. So, there you go.

LIVE from the MOA in sunny Minneapolis, MN. Send everything to ME this week. So far on tap, we have: - Alfdogg defends the Heartland Title in an open challenge - Leon Rodez and two mystery partners vs. Drek Stone and the GPX Now, listen. I'd like to try something a little different this week, if it's okay with everyone. Seeing as HeldDown is in Minneapolis this week, and seeing as my next feud doesn't start for a week or two yet, I'd love to run Hoff on commentary. We could even have Coach be "sick" and run the old WCW style straight man/face/heel team. If people aren't willing to do this that's fine, but I think it'd be pretty neat. Something a little different. Let me know if anyone has any objections.

COLE Welcome back, fans, to HeldDOWN~ LIVE from the Mall of America! The camera sweeps the stands, showing all the screaming fans. COLE What a great show it has been so far... CABOOSE This has been a horrible show. HOFF I think someone's jealous we haven't been to the "Mall of England." CABOOSE There IS no Mall of England! HOFF Man, you guys suck. COLE Well one thing that doesn't suck is the OAOAST tag team division! Unlike SOME companies, we've got tons of great tag action every week, and we're proud to bring you one hell of a match in a few moments: CSI taking on the SK8R BOIS for the titles! Now Hoff, I know you'll have some thoughts on this. HOFF My thoughts are this. CSI, Chris Stevens and his goons, they're a bunch of low-level thugs with a bad attitude. These guys don't deserve to be on tonight's show. They give Minnesota, my home, a bad name. BUT...having said all that, I know these guys, and they're all tough competitors. Chris Stevens is one of the best wrestlers on the planet today. He's not THE best, that's still me, but he's up there. CABOOSE Get your lips off of your own ass. HOFF Bite me, Brit boy. I'm doing your job better than you ever could. COLE HA! HOFF Now the Sk8r Bois, these guys have been the champs for a good little while, but it seems like each week they're barely hanging on. They say it's better to be lucky than good, but I'll tell ya, with Chris Stevens, sometimes lucky isn't enough. The Bois are gonna have a tough row to hoe tonight. COLE Caboose, your thoughts? CABOOSE Yeah, let me give you an EXPERT point of view...and Hoff, don't ever forget who has more World Titles. HOFF For now... CABOOSE Yeah, keep dreamin', bub. As for this match, I hate to agree with Hoff, but any fool knows that the titles are changing hads tonight. Chris Stevens is the MAN, he's MY man, he's one of the top technicians in the world today, and Jay Richards, the rookie, is a hell of a high-flyer. They'll more than be able to keep up with the Bois' speed, and after that, all the advantages favor CSI. HOFF Except, of course, the championship advantage. A rule breaker like you ought to eb familiar with that. CABOOSE I don't think the Bois are smart enough to cheat. HOFF Well, for what it's worth, I never said the belts would change hands. Just that the Bois had a tough night ahead of them. COLE So you predict that the champs will retain? HOFF We'll see. The camera cuts to Buffer, standing by in the ring. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the OAOAST Tag Team Championship! [i]*dun dun* *dun dun* *dun dun* *dun dun* WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARE YOU? WHO WHO, WHO WHO! I really wanna know WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARE YOU? WHO WHO, WHO WHO![/i] "Who Are You" kicks in, and out come Chris Stevens, Jay Richards, and Jumbo: CSI. In his seat, Hoff bristles. COLE Easy, Hoff. HOFF I hope the Bois kick some ass tonight... CABOOSE And I hope the...um...the...well I hope some bad sports team wins a championship. NOT HAPPENING! CSI hits the ring, Jay being his usual, exuberant self, while Stevens stays more reserved. He stands pat on the ring apron, not even looking at Hoff as Jay tests the ropes on the inside. COLE Stevens ignoring you, Hoff, and focusing on the task at hand. HOFF That's probably a good thing. BUFFER Introducing first, from Rochester, Minnesota, and from Orange City, Iowa, respective-- Buffer is cut off in midsentence by Jay, who whispers something in his ear. BUFFER I apologize. From Rochester and from GREEN BAY, WISCONSIN... [b]"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!"[/b] BUFFER The team of Chris Stevens and Jay Richards.....C-S-IIIII!!!!!!!!!!!! Jay raises his arms in the air as Jumbo lets out a loud guffaw from ringside. Stevens even manages a chuckle. HOFF That little bastard. BUFFER And their opponents... Green Day's "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" hits the speakers, and the tag team champs come boarding out to a HUGE ovation! BUFFER From Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, at a combined weight of 345 pounds, they are Hell Mel...The Marv...the OAOAST Tag Team Champions of the WOOOOOOOORLD....the SKATERRRRR BOOOIIIIIIZ~!~!~! The Bois slap hands with the crowd on their way to the ring, the large OAOAST Tag Title belts looking impressive around their thin waists. The tag champs hop off their boards at ringside and climb into the ring, hopping onto the turnbuckles and throwing their hands in the air! They climb down...and Richards jumps Marvin from behind!! *ding ding ding* The ref calls for the bell, ushering Mel out of the ring as Richards works over the back of the Marv. Jay grabs the tag title belt from off of Marvin's waist, holds it up to his face, and checks his reflection! The fans boo...until Mar dropkicks the title into Jay's face! HOFF Nice. Jay falls, the tag belt flying. Referee Tim White slides it out of the ring, to the timekeeper, then gets back to the action as Marv whips Jay off the ropes...no, reversal, and Marv goes flying! The champ comes off the ropes, and Jay throws a leg lariat, but Marvin ducks and keeps running! Jay turns, and The Marv hits a FLYING FOREARM! Cover, but Jay gets out at two. HOFF Caboose, I believe you were saying something about Jay bein"more than able" to keep up? CABOOSE He was caught by surprise! HOFF Uh-huh. COPLE What?! Jay Richards was the one who jumped The Marv before the bell! CABOOSE SHUT UP!! Marvin pulls Jay up and drags him to the champs' corner, tagging in Hell Mel. Stevens shouts some words of encouragement to his partner, but they do little good as The Marv extends Jay's arm and Melvin comes springing over the ropes with a double axe-handle! Jay reels, shaking out his arm, and Melvin grabs him in a side headlock from behind. Jay, though shoots Marvin into the ropes, breaking free of the hold, and then catches the smaller tag champ with a shoulder block, sending Melvin to the canvas. Jay looks out at the crowd and raises his fists in victory, letting out a healthy, Owen Hart-style "WOOOO!" HOFF Come on, Jay. You didn't do anything yet. Melvin rolls up to his feet and again runs the ropes. Jay ducks, telegraphing a backdrop, and Melvin leapfrogs him, landing behind Jay. Melvin leaps into the air, dropkicking Jay blindly! Mel's feet connect with Jay's back, sending him careening into the ropes, where The Marv blasts him with a right hand! Jay reels, stumbling backward into a rollup! ONE! TWO! NO!!!! COLE Jay Richards just barely kicked out! CABOOSE But he did kick out, Cole. And he'll continue to do so untl these 98-pound weaklings are out of gas. Then we've got new champs. HOFF I wouldn't be so sure, Caboose. So far it's been all Bois. They're a well-oiled machine. I know Jay and Chris all too well, and they're singles guys. Jay gets to his feet and walks over to Melvin, catching a forearm for his troubles. Mel throws another but Jay ducks, then gives Mel a THUMB TO THE EYE. Stevens applauds from the apron as White scolds Richards, but the cocky youngster waves him off abd grabs Hell Mel by the hair. Jay whips Melvin into the ropes, and Melvin leaps into the air, SPRINGBOARDING off the second rope and twisting in mid-air into a cross body...but Richards ducks it and Melvin eats the canvas! HOFF You don't want to do the high-risk stuff too early on, because your opponents are fresher and they'll be able to duck, dodge, or counter it. That's inexperience right there. Jay grabs Melvin by the hair and drags him to the CSI corner, tagging in Chris Stevens. The fans boo as Stevens enters the ring, preparing to do his work. COLE Chris Stevens isn't the least bit popular in his hometown. HOFF Well, why would he be. He's a malicious jackass. CABOOSE Malicious, that's a pretty big word for a roid-monkey. *SMACK* CABOOSE OW!! HOFF That's right, ow. Stevens grabs the arm of Melvin and twists, wringing it. Melvin groans in pain as he doubles over. Stevens rolls through and wrings the arm again, sending another jolt of pain through Hell Mel's small frame. As Mel winces, Stevens snaps a kick to his ribs, letting go of the arm as Melvin falls to the canvas. Stevens adds injury to insult by stomping Melvin in the lower back, knocking him off of all fours and onto his stomach. COLE Now come on, that's just uncalled for. HOFF It is sound strategy, Cole. Regrettably. If you act superior, like it's not even a challenge for you, you can intimidate the hell out of a guy. The Marv yells in protest from ringside, and Stevens stomps toward him, drawing the attention of rreferee Tim White. As White is distracted, the fans jeer while Jay Richards runs in, grabs the legs of Melvin, and puts a boot to the "lower extremities." Mel howls in pain as the smiling Richards exits hastily. CABOOSE See, Hoff? Well-oiled machine. HOFF We'll see if it holds. Stevens turns away from The Marv, leaving him frazzled on the ring apron. The CSI namesake picks Melvin up and applies a front chancery, draining the energy from the tag champ. Melvin tries to break free, but Stevens turns the hold into a wicked DDT! Hell Mel hits the mat and Stevens rolls him over, laying into a cover...but Melvin kicks out to a cheer at two! COLE Hell Mel has some fight in him yet! Stevens slaps the mat as he rises, then picks his opponent up. Stevens grabs Melvin and scoops him up, but Mel slides down Stevens' back! Mel runs the ropes, and Marvin makes a blind tag! COLE The tag made! The fans cheer as Marv scales the turnbuckles while Mel comes off the ropes! Stevens misses with a back elbow, and Mel slides out of the ring as Marvin dives off the top with a HUGE cross-body! COVER! ONE!! TWO!! THR--NO!!! Stevens kicks out! HOFF Damn, that was pretty. And it nearly got the job done. COLE Great teamwork by the OAOAST Tag Champs. Marvin hops off of Stevens and to his feet, quickly running up the turnbuckles!! The fans pop as the agile Marv poises on the top rope, back to the ring, as Stevens gets to his feet! Stevens turns, and Marv launches himself with a MOONSAULT.....but Stevens catches him with a SUPERKICK!!!!!!!!!!~! CROWD :o CABOOSE OH, YES~! That was AMAZING!! Jay goes NUTS on the outside, shocked at what his partner did. Jumbo's eyes bug out in shock. Stevens crawls to his opponent, flips The Marv over, and covers him! ONE! TWO!! THREE!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stevens looks up at Tim White, who points out that Marvin's foot is ON THE ROPE!! CABOOSE NO!! HOW?! The fans go BANANA as a pained expression crosses Stevens' face. Stevens picks Marv up, then slaps his thigh before whipping the champ into the ropes. CABOOSE That's it, Chris! ONE MORE TIME! Marvin comes off, and Stevens fires another superkick...but Marvin somersaults underneath his leg!! Stevens, confused, turns around into a DROPSAULT!! The fans cheer as Stevens gets knocked back, but Jay Richards makes the blind tag!! From the apron, Hell Mel cheers his partner on as he monkey flips Stevens over! Marvin looks back at Stevens in celebration, but Jay catches him from behind with a spinwheel kick!! MArvin hits the canvas! CABOOSE There you go, there you go. Turnabout is fair play. Now Hoff, you gotta admit, Stevens and Richards are working pretty well together. HOFF More than I thought they would, yes. But not so well as the Bois. Jay laughs as he picks the Marv up....and a gasp comes from the fans as BROCK AUSSTIN appears at the top of the aisle! COLE What the hell?! Brock Ausstin! What's he doing here? CABOOSE Watching his teammates win gold! HOFF Yeah, but...does he even WANT them to win? Brock looks on as Richards grabs Marvin by the head, and drills him with a ROCKER DROPPER!! Jay gets up...and sees Brock at the entranceway!! Jay looks at Brock with confusion, and the monster just shrugs! HOFF Right now, Brock is hurting CSI's chances. He's a distraction. They need to be focused. COLE You're telling us! Look in the ring! In the ring, The Marv slowly crawls to his corner, and tags in Hell Mell! Melvin walks up behind Jay, standing there with a smile on his face! CABOOSE Why doesn't Mel hit him?! COLE I think Melvin is amused by this situation! It gets worse, as Chris Stevens hops off the apron and walks down the aisle! Stevens and Brock have words, meeting midway down, and start yelling at each other!! Jay looks on in disbelief, then just waves them off and turns around. Unfortunately, he doesn't hear Jumbo's warning, and he turns right into a small package!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!! *ding ding ding* BUFFER The winner of this contest, and STILL OAOAST Tag Team Champions.....THE SKATER BOOOOOIIIIIIIZZZ!!!! Stevens turns in shock as the bell rings, slapping his forehead as Melvin and Marvin grab their belts and pose on the ropes. Jay Richards rolls out of the ring, slapping the edge of the apron in frustration. He and Jumbo walk down the aisle, and Jay starts yelling at his fellow CSI members. Stevens turns to Brock, who just laughs as he walks away. Stevens shakes his head as he consoles Richards. COLE Well it was closer than a lot of us expected, but in the end the Bois hang on once again! HOFF I don't like CSI, but they need to get this ironed out if they're gonna survive. CABOOSE For once, we agree. This is no good. COLE Well a great match nonetheless, and we've got more to come, so stay tuned!

The scene opens on the CSI "locker room," which appears to be a converted Mall of America bathroom. Brock Ausstin paces the floor. To the side, Jay Richards and Jumbo sit with PS2 controllers in hand, mashing the buttons furiously. Conspicuous by his absence is the leader, Chris Stevens. The fans let out a hearty "booooooo" as the image appears on the AngleTron. JAY Dude, how are you DOING that?! Jumbo smiles at his compatriot. JUMBO I'm not telling you @#$%, kid. You gotta figure it out on your own. That's what I did. JAY Bull. There's gotta be a strategy guide around here somewhere... Jay looks under he and Jumbo's folding chairs. Jay's is surrounded by energy bar wrappers and Gatorade bottles; Jumbo's chair actually has a plate of ribs underneath it. The search doesn't appear to go to well, as Jay sits upright with a frown. JAY This sucks. Brock's shoulders start heaving as he paces back and forth, prompting an odd look from Jay. JAY Dude, would you stop pacing? You're throwing off my game here. Brock looks up sharply at Jay. BROCK Where is Chris? He told me he had a surprise for me tonight... JAY DUDE! Maybe it's a motorcycle! That'd rock. JUMBO Under the circumstances, I think it might have more to do with Brock's career. Brock nods. BROCK I knew I could count on him. I just had to light a fire under his ass. Brock laughs, but Jumbo raises his eyebrows. JUMBO Hey, I've known Chris for a long time, and no one has ever had to "light a fire" under his anything. BROCK Whatever, man. All I know is that PK is the X-Division Champion, and I'm sure Stevens put two and two together. JAY Hey, badass. I hope it works out for you, man. Brock smiles and continues pacing, when the door swings open, revealing a smiling Chris Stevens. Stevens points at Brock and grins. STEVENS How's my guy?! Brock wrings his hands with a vicious smile. BROCK Oh, I'm ready. STEVENS Good, because you are not gonna BELIEVE the match I just got set. All the CSI members turn their eyes to Stevens. STEVENS Tonight...in this VERY RING....it's going to be BROCK AUSSTIN... BROCK Yeah! STEVENS ...and CHRIS STEVENS against the SK8R BOIS for the WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES!! COLE (v.o,) WHOA! Brock looks at Stevens, and his smile fades in an instant. BROCK What....the...the TAG TITLES?! STEVENS Yeah! You and me, man! How's that for a "big match?" Stevens puts his hand on Brock's shoulder, but Brock throws it off! STEVENS Hey, what the-- BROCK You just don't GET IT, do you, Chris?! I want the attention! *I* want it! ME! Not you, ME!! I want my chance to shine! STEVENS But....but we could be champions...and I thought-- BROCK Forget it. Hey, you know what, Chris? Forget [i]you.[/i] Brock storms past Stevens and out the door, letting it slam shut behind him. Stevens stares open-mouthed at the door, while Jay and Jumbo stare at Stevens. STEVENS That son of a... JAY Hey, it's cool, man! It's all good. Tonight, how about THIS: The LAMER Bois, against Chris Stevens and Jay Richards. CSI representing to the max. Jumbo can even come with. JUMBO Oh, *can* I? Jay flashes a smile back at his big buddy, then turns to Chris. STEVENS ....yeah. Yeah, that'll work. In fact, you know what? That's the best idea I've heard all night! JAY F'real. Northern Pro in the house, and tonight we take home the gold. Let's roll. The three CSI members head out the door, Jay and Chris walking side-by-side (it's a big door). Jumbo follows, shaking his head and smiling. COLE CSI vs. the Sk8er Bois for the TAG TEAM TITLES! TONIGHT!!

Alf, Tom, your stuff has been forwarded. PK -- I'll send you my own stuff tomorrow afternoon. I've got a few hours at mid-day. So don't fret.

EVERYBODY THANK PK RIGHT FUCKING NOW!`

@ LTP?

HEY HOW IS EVERYONE!! Um..... So like three different engagements came up for Thursday night...I fell ass-backwards into a job interview, and after that, an old friend is in town from Florida, and there's also what I had to do anyway. SO.......... If SOMEONE could post the show, as in "besides me," that'd be great. If not, fair warning that it'll probably be HeldDown Late Night (or even HeldDown Friday morning). I really can't break any of these plans. If someone can help me out, a. I'd love you forever, and b. try to let me know by tonight so I can forward you what I have. It'd be easier if a mod could do it because of the stuff posted in SUPER SECRET MOD-TOWN, but at this point I'll take any help I can get. So thanks in advance to anyone that could do this.

It's PR all right, he's changed his posting name to "Ed Wood Caulfield." You show up occasionally, not really doing a lot of note, but you're there. You'll be happy to know you're accompanying PR and Lindsay Gonzales to the ring for their match at LTP.

Har.

I want to run Hoff vs. SG on the 21st or 28th, but I dunno if I have to get his okay or talk to Zack or what. I did send him a PM a week ago, but still no reply. So...what's the deal with that?

This has been bugging me for quite some time. Is "Stephen Joseph," i.e. you, as in the Trinity guy, the same character as "Stephen Joseph Popick," the Lightning Crew member, PR's manager/valet/agent/whatever? I always assumed so, because, well, friggin' duh, but then every now and then, and more specfically every now, I wonder, since at current the latter character is running around with Tha Puerto Rican and consequently wouldn't have much of a "comeback." And for what it's worth, SJ, whatever differences we've had, if you want to write "full-time" and be a part of this, I'm all for it.

And when you're all writing these bits, don't forget the large goateed man on commentary.

I will try that. Thanks, PK.

Hoff is facing an opponent he's never faced before. Don't you people read the booking threads?! Sheesh.

FWIW, Alf made it sound like he in fact did get a hold of SG. I don't know anymore than that, but he told me he was trying to find him online, and then I got this match. So....there you go.

I thought it was Drek and the GPX vs. Leon/Zack/SG this week? Which is REAL interesting, considering Alf just sent me a match against SG....so, you all may want to iron that out. Anyway, I call a match with the Guy on the 21st unless that should become a problem.

Also, outside of the first floor east exit is the mass transit station, which the buses and light rail run through. So that could be used, as well.