Hoff

Hi! Um, Stevens is kinda booked thru Slam...sorry! Now, if the Ultimate X match were to be held at AS instead of LTP, Richards could appear, but not Stevens so much. So yeah.

Hoff addresses the upcoming Battlebowl event, as well as what went down Sunday....er...earlier today?! ALSO! Chris Stevens GOT SOME 'SPLAININ TO DOOOO! ALL of CSI will be in the house, including Brock Ausstin, and some questions will be answered. It all happens tonight on HeldDOWN!

I just can't believe that nobody saw this thread last night and dropped NYU a line. Come on, guys, at least let us know what the deal is. I don't care when the show goes up, but I'd like to have an idea so I can stop waiting with baited breath. Because I am, or at least was, pretty jazzed for this show.

hehe

Eh, never mind. I meant what I said mostly in jest, but I don't want to be an ass.

"CRIKEY! How about we talk about the SWF Invasion, mates! It's a great idea!" He's gonna kill us when he sees this. With his boomerang.

You'd think with one of those posts you could get your match in on time.

I hate that @#$% tournament...

You want me to fly out to New York and kick your ass? Then that's the route to go.

Yeah, I was kidding until I realized there were certainly worse ideas. It's not as though we couldn't edit it in tomorrow. I mean, if you have everything else. No disrspect to Tony or Adam, but that's just a really easy fix, and I'm itchin' for some show. But if you're still missing a lot, then no.

We should just main event, s0n. Highest buyrate ever.

Everyone being late has given me time to feedback this before the Bash! Yay! ............ heh First off, apologies to everyone, but especially PK. Time got away from me, then I got called away...I will try to hav the CSI segment in before this Thursday. In any event, it set up the Stevens/PK match. So onto the show, then... Matt Hardy? Huh. Also, it's "coup," fool. Good little altercation showing both men's pride in themselves. Brodie Lewis sems cool. Good little women's squash, and I like this stuff so far. More Matt HArdy shots....K...I like how Crystal avoided comment on the new women. She also seems to be the most direct about what's coming down the road... Good little promo...SUCK IT COVID!! haha. Thrillogy'd~ Short little Ayane promo. I like how Mad Machine are true faces, guys in white hats type. I get the feeling Black/Bo would have rocked had it not been clipped. Good anyways. Yay for Bohemoth. Preppie, hah. Nice work Mailbu. Awesomely entertaining ROdez/Rodez/Blonde/Faqu promo, and I could so get into this foursome, actually. FUnny stuff. Cute rundown. Whoever did it knows what's up, and I promise Hoff/Drek will deliver. On a semi-related note, props to PRL for doing good work making Brickston seem believable, human. He's a long way from Prototype. Malibu and I co-wrote the ME, and I thought it came off well. The ending was everything I'd hoped for. I hope you all enjoyed it. Good show going into what should be a good PPV.

I can delete my stuff if it'll help me fit in......

COLE Folks, we're moments away from our next match of the evening, but first we've got Josh Matthews backstage with one of the participants... The cameras cut back to J. Math, standing by with HOFF, who gets a HUGE pop! Hoff is standing in his locker room, dressed for the ring, watching a TV set. JOSH Now Hoff... The big man flicks off the television and looks down at Matthews. JOSH I don't mean any disrespect, but so far, you're 0-2 against Drek Stone. What makes this night any different! Hoff raises an eyebrow at Matthews, who shrinks back, but Hoff simply takes the mic. HOFF Josh, it's real simple. You see, in two classic matches, I thought I had learned how to fight Drek Stone. I thought I knew all his moves, all his tricks, and how to beat them. But there's one thing I wasn't taking into account. You see, it's lke they say: to catch a criminal...you've got to think like a criminal. COLE Think like a criminal? HOFF And tonight, with that in mind, I have come up with my master plan. And I have figured out the secret to beating Drek Stone. So Josh...people...rest assured. Tonight, the future will arrive, ready to go. And after this is done, there's nothing between me and my title but one man. Axel...Tony...get ready. And Drek? I hope you've got your best suit on, because I am gonna take you out. Hoff leaves the locker room, leaving a dumbfounded Josh Matthews alone. [IMG=http://img219.echo.cx/img219/6403/gab05drekvshoff0na.gif] COLE Well, now we come to what is, for many, the most awaited match of the night. For the thrid time of 2005, Drek Stone and Hoff are ready to meet one-on-one to tear each other apart in the ring. CABOOSE In their previous two battles, Drek and Hoff fought in what could now only be considered classic matchups. At Zero Hour, in front of Hoff’s hometown crowd of Minneapolis, Hoff and Drek fought full-throttle for more than 30 minutes over the OAOAST Heavyweight Championship. In that one, Drek wound up coming out of it with his hand raised. COACH By disqualification thanks to Axel’s interference. COLE And after Hoff had thought he won the Heavyweight title anyway. CABOOSE That doesn’t change the fact Drek Stone still walked out of Minnesota as the Heavyweight champion. COLE After that, Drek Stone and Hoff met again on the grandest stage of them all. At Trump Plaza in the opening match of AngleMania IV! And once again, it was for the OAOAST Heavyweight Title. And there, Drek Stone wound up coming out victorious once again – albeit, through dishonest means. CABOOSE The truth is that in these meetings between Drek Stone and Hoff, Drek holds a spotless 2-0 record. The big man has never beat him before and, if history is any indication, he might not ever do it. Drek is not willing to let Hoff keep his shoulders down for the three count. COACH But it’s important to keep in mind that a lot has changed since the last time these two fought at AngleMania. This federation is slowly starting to go through war. For Drek Stone, the Heavyweight Title is no longer his main priority. It’s something else. Something much more larger in the grand scheme of things. For him, OAOAST life has become all about casting out the old so the new has a chance to shine. CABOOSE Yeah, well….. COLE He has the Global Party Xchange, Crystal, and Gunner Sharps on his side. All of them people that he never seemed to get along with before. And now he wants Hoff to fought alongside him. But there’s only one problem with that – Hoff doesn’t want to do it. And now, that brings us to this matchup tonight. COACH In an ingenious idea from Drek Stone, he has forced Hoff into a stipulation he might regret accepting. If Hoff loses this matchup tonight, he has no choice but to join Drek Stone in the battle against the old blood. No questions asked. But if Hoff happens to win… CABOOSE Which he’s never done before. COACH Right. Then Drek pledges to leave him alone until, according to him, Hoff comes to his senses. COLE The stakes are huge here. Possibily bigger than they’ve ever been before in a Drek Stone vs. Hoff matchup. And we’re ready to get down to the ring to start this one. Let’s go! CUE: Black [COLOR=silver][B]*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOOOOOOOOOOM~!*[/B][/COLOR] And the fans go WILD as Hoff steps out through the curtains onto the top of the ramp! The big man, dressed in shiny silver tights with a black trim, looks pumped up as he looks out over the crowd with a wide grin on his face. He then starts to make his way down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as he does it. BUFFER Coming down to the ring first….weighing in tonight at two-hundred-and-seventy-five-pounds! He hails from the chilly city of Minneapolis, Minnesota and goes by the moniker of The Future! A former Heavyweight Champion of the world, he has been unstoppable the past few months. And tonight, he’s looking to continue that streak against one of his most hated enemies. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome…..HOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!! “YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” COLE There’s no doubt in my mind that Hoff is ready for this. He’s been waiting three long months to get his hands on Drek Stone once again, and I have a feeling he’s going to relish this moment. CABOOSE Yeah, that’s all well-and-good, but he certainly doesn’t look like a man of intensity right now. Maybe it’s just me, but watching my opponent smile and slap hands with the crowd wouldn’t exactly send chills down my spine. Once Hoff gets ringside, he climbs up the steps slowly and makes his way through the ropes. He then climbs up to the second rope and flexes his muscles as a sea of flashbulbs bathe him in a shower of light. CABOOSE Nice use of words there. COACH I agree. The fans go absolutely NUT~! as Hoff continues to stand on the turnbuckle, letting each fan get a good glance at the man known as The Future. Finally, he jumps off the middle turnbuckle and starts running laps against the ropes, waiting for his opponent. The lights turn out. A gold spotlight appears at the top of the ramp. Followed by a slight hum. And a low clanging of drums. A melancholy female voice then pierces through the darkness. [I]Deceived by my eyes And all I was told I should be Opinions not mine The person they taught me to be One night in the dark A vision of someone I knew And in the darkness I saw A voice say I’m you[/I] As the song gets louder and edgier, the gold spotlights at the top of the ramp start to multiply. [I]Inside me, a light was turned on….[/I] Forming one large golden light. [I]And then I was ALI-I-I-I-IVE!![/I] The music reaches its rock pitch as Drek Stone steps out to the top of the ramp, receiving a huge amount of boos in return. BUFFER And his opponent….weighing in at two-hundred-and-thirty-five-pounds, he hails from the mean streets of Brooklyn, New York! Also a former Heavyweight Champion of the world, he holds a spotless 2-0 record over his opponent tonight. Tonight, he is looking to make it a possible 3-0 lifetime standing. Please put your hands together for RRRRRRRRRRECKLESS DRRRRRRRRRREEEEK STOOOOOOOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!!!! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Standing at the top of the ramp, highlighted by the spotlight hanging over his head, Drek holds his arms out for the crowd, basking in their hatred. Above him, a series of red, white, and green fireworks shoot from the top of the Angletron, signifying perhaps that the REAL Future has arrived. Once the explosive display has ended, Drek starts to make his way down to the ring. COACH Say what you want about that man, but what an entrance! CABOOSE And Drek Stone is not about jawing with the fans tonight or trying to get on their bad side. He’s focused on the task at hand with Hoff. That’s something that the big man needs to learn. Once Drek steps through the ropes and into the ring, Hoff immediately steps forward and goes nose-to-nose with his opponent. COLE Oh man, it might get started right here! BUFFER LETSGETREADYTORUMBLEG’BYE! CABOOSE Stupid Hoff. We didn’t even get to hear Buffer’s closing line. Two former Heavyweight Champions. Two hated enemies. Two men that seem to truly know each other. Two men… *DING! DING! DING!* ….who are ready to get it on. The fans applaud as the bell rings and Hoff and Drek remain in an intense staredown at the center of the ring. COLE You would think, at this point, they would know what each other’s eye color is. CABOOSE Well, that was an intelligent comment from you, Michael. In the midst of their staredown, Hoff and Drek nod at each other, realizing that the night will never end if they keep this up. So both of them step back for a second….then engage in a lockup! Hoff and Drek tie up in a stiff collar-and-elbow, arms locked with one another. The fans cheer as both men try pushing against each other for an advantage, but neither of them get it. They are both resolute in their position. Neither of them are willing to budge. All they can do is struggle in a battle-of-wills….. Until Hoff violently shoves Drek Stone into the corner, breaking apart the collar-and-elbow for the time being. “YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” COLE And there we go. Hoff has officially passed the first test. Feeling somewhat humilated, Drek slaps down on the turnbuckle, frustrated that his enemy was able to prove his superiority in the strength department. He shoots a death glare to Hoff, who returns the favor with a laugh and urges Drek to bring it on. CABOOSE Yeah, Hoff isn’t intimidated one bit. He knows what Drek Stone is capable of, so those seething stares don’t quite work anymore. Drek nods his head slowly, looking like he’s trying to come up with a quick strategy, but then suddenly dashes towards Hoff. Hoff, completely expecting this, sticks out his arm and takes Drek over with a quick armdrag. Once both men hit the mat, they immediately pop back up. Drek tries running at Hoff again, but is taken over with another armdrag! Hoff immediately tries to grab Drek’s arm and twist it into an armbar, but Drek somersaults out of it and moves back up to his feet. The big man tries following him, but is unfortunately the slower of the two. This gives Drek the chance to wrap his arms around Hoff’s waist from behind, lift him up, and drop him onto his chest with a reverse waistlock. CABOOSE Now this is where Drek shines. Using his speed to take down Hoff, instead of his strength. Drek moves over to the corner after the waistlock, feeling like he’s redeemed himself after the armdrag fiasco. Meanwhile, Hoff pushes himself up to his knees, but congratulates Drek on being able to bring him down. With a smile, Drek steps towards Hoff to continue the assault – but gets a disgusting loogie right between the eyes! COLE Ugh! COACH Did Hoff just do what I think he did? Sure enough, he did. Hoff has just disrespected the Italian Stallion by spitting into his face. The fans roar and break out into a “Hoff” chant as Drek slowly wipes the phlegm out of his eyes. “HOFF!” “HOFF!” “HOFF!” CABOOSE Man, I can’t remember the last time Hoff resorted to such cheap tactics. I think I like it. Hoff charges forward and knocks Drek with a stiff forearm across the chest, sending him sprawling back into the turnbuckle. Hoff then lifts his arm up and drops ANOTHER huge forearm across the chest cavity of Drek Stone! And then what does he do afterwards? Why, he drops ANOTHER huge forearm! COACH Man, Hoff is gonna break a rib or something there. Gasping for air, Drek is unable to stop Hoff as he grabs Drek’s left arm and irish-whips him across the ring to the opposite side. Drek hits the other turnbuckle chest-first with HUGE velocity, sending him staggering back…..and into a hard clothesline on the back of the head by Hoff! COLE If Drek Stone knows Hoff as well as he said he did, he should have known that was coming! Hoff drops down to make the quick cover. One! Two! But Drek gets a shoulder up. CABOOSE Well, yeah. Was that kickout ever in doubt? COACH Oh my god! I THOUGHT IT WAS OVER! Not wanting to waste a second, Hoff grabs a handful of Drek’s hair and forces the former Heavyweight Champion back up to his feet. He yanks Drek by his left arm and irish-whips him into the turnbuckle yet again! Upon impact, Drek lets out a loud scream, almost indicating that irish-whip hurt him more than it should have. With a grin, Hoff runs towards his opponent, lowering his head for a shoulder tackle of some kind. But instead of getting that, he gets a boot right across the bridge of the nose! CABOOSE And with that, Drek proved he may have the intelligence advantage as well. COLE Yeah, Hoff fell for that hook-line-and-sinker. CABOOSE Never underestimate the impact of playing possum. Hoff thought that throw into the turnbuckle really hurt Drek, when it turned out that Drek was simply luring the big man in. Hoff doubles over for a moment to grab his nose, allowing Drek the chance to hop up onto the middle turnbuckle. As Hoff moves back up to a standing position, Drek grabs him in a front-facelock and jumps off the second rope. COACH Tornado DDT?! That’s what it might look like, but no! As Drek spins around and hits the mat, he rolls Hoff up in a small package! The referee drops down for the count as many of the fans scream in surprise. ONE! TWO! And Hoff shoves his way out of the pinning predicament. COLE Well, I’ll tell you, Hoff certainly wasn’t expecting that. CABOOSE That’s what this match seems to be turning into, Cole. That they need to expect the unexpected! Hoff spins on his knees and locks eyes with Stone, who has already found his footing. Drek nods at Hoff, grinning, and Hoff shoots him an angry glare as he gets to his feet. The two men circle once more, both looking for an opening, and they come together, collar-and-elbow, and Drek slides into a side headlock. Drek cranks in, but Hoff backs up to the ropes and shoots Drek off. Drek hits the far side and charges, ducking a clothesline. Drek puts the brakes on and Hoff wheels, turning just in time to catch a back elbow to the face! Hoff grabs his jaw and stumbles back a step, giving Drek the opportunity to follow up with a European uppercut. Hoff reels, falling into the ropes, and Drek catches him on the rebound with an Irish whip. Hoff comes barreling in, and Drek sidesteps him, grabbing his head and hurling him over the top rope -- but Hoff pivots and lands on the ring apron! COLE Nice agility from the big man! That's been one of the hallmarks of this series of matches. Hoff has always stepped it up, bringing his A-game to compete with the quickness of Drek Stone. CABOOSE Yeah, and it's worked out so well for him in the past. Drek throws a punch, but Hoff blocks with his left hand and lands a monster right, sending Drek back a few steps! Drek regains his bearings and moves in again, but Hoff ducks low and drives a shoulder between the first and second ropes, catching Drek in the midsection! Drek doubles over, and Hoff uses the ropes to launch himself OVER Stone and twist, landing behind his rival! Before Drek can react, Hoff locks his hands around Drek's waist and throws him over with a BIG German suplex! Hoff holds the bridge and the referee makes the count! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT, as Drek thrusts his arm into the air at the last moment! Hoff releases the bridge and rolls away and up to his feet. CABOOSE That's what makes both these guys so great -- ingenuity. That move, Drek's earlier inside cradle, things like that that you don't see every match, from every competitor. Hoff stomps toward Drek and pulls him up by the hair. Hoff whips Drek off the ropes and ducks his head, but Drek counters with a swinging neckbreaker! The fans jeer as Drek sits up with a satisfied grin. CABOOSE Now, at the same time, you have to remember that these two shot to the top in record time. Both were World Champions within a year of their OAOAST debut, and both are only in their second year with us right now. It's easy to make a simple mistake like telegraphing your move too early. Drek Stone gets up and drags Hoff up with him. The big man fires a forearm to the gut of Drek, but the Reckless One quiets him with a right hand to the temple. Drek grabs Hoff by the head and turns, throwing Hoff over his shoulder in a snapmare takedown. Hoff lands on his back, and Drek stands to his full height before placing a boot on Hoff's face, and scraping it across. Hoff grabs his face, kicking his legs in obvious discomfort as Drek drops to all fours and falls on top of Hoff, hooking the leg. ONE! TWO! NOT QUITE THREE, as Hoff easily powers out of the lateral press. COLE Drek had to know that Hoff wouldn't go down so easily! COACH Yeah, but sometimes it's enough to embarass a guy by doing something like that. Drek has always been successful in getting under Hoff's skin. Drek pulls Hoff back to his feet, then stuns the big man with a forearm shot. Drek steps alongside of Hoff, and hooks the big man for a Russian leg sweep, but Hoff throws an elbow that knocks Drek back! The fans cheer as Hoff hooks his arm under Drek's, looking for a hiptoss, but Drek delivers a thumb to the eye! The crowd boos the cheap tactic, and the referee admonishes Stone, but Drek shouts down at him, scaring him away. COLE Drek Stone isn't the biggest guy in the world, but he does have an intimidating presence. A very impressive physical build and a fierce temper. Drek turns back to his opponent, but Hoff is waiting, and delivers a goold-old-fashioned SLAP to the face of Drek Stone! The crowd goes WILD! CABOOSE AH! He can't do that to Drek Stone!! Drek's head snaps back, and Hoff smiles. Drek turns his head back and Hoff waves him on, and Drek throws a VIOLENT lariat that Hoff ducks under! Drek turns back to face Hoff, who throws a boot to the midsection of Stone and whips him off the ropes! Drek comes back and runs into a snap powerslam! Drek hits HARD, and Hoff stays on top of him, hooking the leg! ONE! TWO! THR-NO! Drek kicks out at two and a half. COLE Hoff has been acting awfully disrespectful toward Drek Stone tonight! CABOOSE You damn right he has, and I don't like it one bit. Drek Stone is a former champion, and the TRUE future of this business. He deserves our respect. Hoff gets to his feet, and Drek rolls away from the big man, getting to a corner and crawling up from there. Hoff stalks in as Stone turns around, and Drek catches Hoff with a boot to the midsection. Hoff is stunned, allowing Drek to turn the tables and toss Hoff into the corner. Drek pushes Hoff's arms aside and rears back, delivering an open-palm SLAP to the chest of Hoff. The fans groan in sympathy as Hoff grimaces, trying to get away, But Drek pushes him back into the corner and slaps him again. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes throughout the arena, and Hoff's chest glows beet red. Drek shoves Hoff back into the corner to attempt the move once more, but Hoff grabs Drek's wrist on the way down! The surprise on Drek's face is quickly wiped off with a BIG right hand, and Hoff, holding onto Drek's arm, spins and whips him back into the corner! The crowd gets into it as Hoff starts laying in right hand after right hand after right hand, before reeling back and sending Drek to dream street with a HUGE blow! COLE And Hoff has the momentum going in a big way! Drek collapses in the corner, and Hoff grabs his left arm and whips him cross-corner! Drek hits the far turnbuckles with a groan, and Hoff raises his hand into the sky and gives a yell before charging forward! Hoff leaps with the STINGER SPLASH, but Drek moves out of the way and Hoff hits the turnbuckle chest-first! Hoff stumbles back, and Drek grabs him by the back of the head, driving him face-first into the top buckle! CABOOSE The momentum can change, though, just like that. Drek grabs Hoff's arm and whips him out of-- no, reversal by Hoff and he sends Stone across the ring! Stone hits the corner and Hoff follows him in, hitting him with the Stinger Splash! COACH And it can change right back! The fans go wild as Hoff takes a step back, and Drek falls forward out of the corner. Hoff rolls Drek over and makes the cover! ONE! TWO! THR-NO! Drek Stone gets out by throwing his foot on the ropes! CABOOSE Now even though Drek COULD have kicked out with authority, he chose to get his leg in the ropes there and save his energy. It's Hoff's fault. He should have paid attention to where he was -- and of course, hooked the leg. COLE Nevertheless, impact like that has to take a lot out of Drek Stone! CABOOSE Bah. Hoff gets to his feet, looking at the leg of Drek Stone with resentment as he picks the Italian Stallion up. Hoff holds Drek by the head and flexes his right bicep, popping the crowd, before throwing a big clothesline...but Drek ducks! Stone quickly steps behind Hoff and pushes him toward the ropes, then rolls backwards, but Hoff holds onto the top strand! Drek's rollup is thwarted, and the former champ rolls to his feet, facing Hoff...who WIGGLES HIS ASS. COACH Gross! CABOOSE Don't pretend you don't like it. Drek looks SHOCKED AND APPALED as the fans, especially the ladies, hoot and holler. Hoff looks over his shoulder and BITES HIS LIP, and the jaw of Drek Stone sets. With a furious gaze, Drek charges at Hoff...and the big man lowers a shoulder, dumping Drek to the outside! "YEEEAAAHHHH!!!!!" Drek lands hard on the outside, and slowly gets up as Hoff looks on from the ring, laughing. Stone slaps the protective mat at ringside, scowling as he finds his feet. COLE Hoff really seems to be in the head of Drek Stone tonight! Hoff grabs the top rope as Drek shakes his head clear... CABOOSE Hey Coachman, I bet you $5 I know what the next move is. COACH American dollars, or British dollars? CABOOSE [i]British dollars?!?[/i] You moron. Drek turns around to face the ring, and Hoff vaults over the top rope, sailing through the air and coming down on Drek with a big cross-body! The "HOFF" chants start up again as Hoff gets to his feet, throwing one fist in the air with a smile as Drek writhes on the floor. Hoff turns back to his opponent, grabbing Drek by the hair and smashing his face into the steel ring steps. Drek bounces backwards, grabbing his kisser as Hoff follows. Drek stops abruptly, and turns, catching Hoff with a knife-edge chop that stops the big man in his tracks. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Hoff grits his teeth in pain, and Drek follows the chop with an elbow strike to the face! Hoff spins backward and doubles over, holding his nose and mouth in pain. With a menacing growl, Drek grabs Hoff from behind and throws him head-first into the steel steps! Hoff lands with a *crash*, sending the steps flying as he lands in a heap. COLE Drek Stone has definitely been the more aggressive competitor here so far. CABOOSE Hey, Hoff challenged Drek's ego last Thursday. Any man would bristle at that. Drek rolls into the ring momentarily, breaking the official's ten-count. Drek then approaches Hoff's crash-landing site and kicks a set of steps away, walking around the big man and picking him up by the hair. He drags Hoff along the outside, stopping at the bottom of the entrance ramp. Drek snaps a kick to Hoff's midsection, doubling the big man over enough to lock him in a standing headscissor position. COLE Drek Stone is looking for a high impact move to put Hoff away here! The referee hops through the ropes and to the outside, trying to reason with Stone, but the arrogant ex-champion shoves him away. Drek grabs Hoff by the waist and tries to lift him, but Hoff resists! Stone tries again, pulling back with all his might, but Hoff won't budge! Drek clubs Hoff in the back with a forearm, then grabs him one more time, but Hoff falls to one knee....and hits a LOW BLOW!!! The fans go BANANA!! CABOOSE WHAT?! COME ON! What is UP with Hoff today? COLE Hoff just caught Drek very much by surprise with that shot below the belt...but I gotta say, this is very unlike the Hoff we're used to seeing! Drek's eyes bug out as he falls to the floor, allowing Hoff the time to get to his feet. The fans, despite the tactics being used, are loving every moment of Drek Stone's pain. "HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF!" Hoff picks Drek up by the hair, ruining his finely-crafted coif, and hurls him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. The fan favorite grappler follows Drek in, and once in the ring, he grabs the downed Drek's legs, splits them, and delivers a boot to the...ahem..."lower abdominal region." Stone howls in pain as he rolls onto his side, and the referee has some strong words for the big man. CABOOSE Now that was BLATANT! Right in front of the ref! Hoff should be thrown out of the match, and the building. COLE That shot might have drifted belowe the belt...this plan of Hoff's, do you think it has anything to do with these questionable tactics? CABOOSE Are you kidding?! They ARE the plan!! Hoff knows he can't beat Drek fairly, so he's going to cheat to win! What a dirty, gutless coward. COLE A gutless coward?! This guy has pinned Drek Stone before, and he's never been beaten cleanly! I think it's just a case of turnabout being fair play! CABOOSE Bah, what do you know, anyway? Wanker. Hoff ignores the ref's warning and picks Drek up off the mat, hooking him in a front face lock. Hoff lifts Drek up, and drops him hard with a vertical suplex. Hoff rolls back through the landing and floats into a cover. The leg is hooked! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Drek gets his arm up in time. Hoff, unfazed, pulls Drek back to his feet. Hoff grabs the smaller Stone around the waist, arches back, and hits a belly-to-belly suplex!! The fans cheer for the big move as Hoff lays into another cover! ONE! TWO! THR-NO!! Almost, but not quite, as Drek gets a shoulder up! COACH Well Hoff's tactics have definitely worked! Drek was giving Hoff a run for his money earlier on, but the Hoffstepper has taken control! Drek looks like a curtain jerker in there! CABOOSE Kayfabe, fool. And don't you count Drek out yet. He's got a lot more fight left in him. Hoff slaps the mat in a bit of frustration, thinking he might have had the three. He gets to his feet and pulls Drek up, then whips the Brooklyn native into the ropes! Hoff waits for Drek coming off the far side, then catches him and presses him high overhead...but Drek slips down Hoff's back! Out of nowhere, Drek hooks Hoff in a ful nelson!! CABOOSE RECKER! Drek is looking for the Recker!! Drek locks his fingers, but Hoff twists and slips his arms free! Hoff spins, and throws Drek's arm over his head, looking for a Rock Bottom! COLE We saw this on Thursday! Rock Bottom coming-- no! Drek throws an elbow to the back of Hoff's head, and another, and another! Hoff lets Drek go, reeling, and Drek runs the ropes! Stone charges at Hoff with his arm extended, looking for a clothesline, but Hoff sees him coming and sidesteps, sending Drek off the other side! Drek hits the ropes, comes bounding off, and Hoff catches him with a HIGH back body drop! Drek SOARS into the air and lands hard on his back! The resillient Stone all but bounces back to a vertical base! Stone stumbles around in a wide circle, and walks RIGHT INTO A ROCK BOTTOM!! COVER BY HOFF! ONE!! TWO!! THREE[b]NO!![/b] Drek Stone BARELY gets his arm up in time, but manages to kick out nonetheless! COLE We know Hoff is a dangerous man. He's got the Angle Award winning Future Shock maneuver, dubbed the best finisher in the company today. He's got his deadly anklelock. And now he's gone back to the Rock Bottom, which he can hit out of almost anywhere. Drek Stone is in trouble. CABOOSE Don't you say that, DON'T YOU SAY THAT!! Hoff hops up to his feet, then looks out over the crowd. He points to Drek with his left hand, and holds the right one out to the side. Slowly, he makes a thumbs-up gesture...and turns it down, to a ROAR of approval from the audience! CABOOSE Oh, no. This isn't good. COACH Big man's gonna bring it on home! Hoff pulls Drek off the mat by his hair, looks into his eyes, and all but THROWS him into the ropes. Hoff poises for the SPINEBUSTER~...but Drek holds onto the ropes as he hits, and stops his momentum, falling to the ground and rolling out of the ring!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Well like it or not, Drek Stone knew Hoff well enough to know what was coming, and he got out of the way! CABOOSE This is the kind of experience that only comes when you beat a man twice in a row. COLE Would you stop! Drek, breathing heavy, points to his head. The fans cheer, but not for Drek, as Hoff slides out of the ring behind him! Hoff stalks toward Stone, and as Drek turns to meet him, the big man LEVELS him with a huge clothesline! Hoff smiles at the fans nearby, then picks Drek up off the mat and throws him onto the announce table! CABOOSE What the deuce?! Get off my table! COACH 'Booze, we better run! Triple C vacates the sofa and the table, allowing Hoff to...steal Coach's headset! A faint "hey!" can be heard, followed by some muffled noises, and then a baritone voice as clear as a bell. HOFF Welcome to the Hoff show! CABOOSE What the... COLE Well, we've been joined by a...very unusual guest commentator! Hoff grabs a bottle of water from off the table. COLE Hey! Hoff takes a drnk of the water, letting out an audible "ahhh." Out of the corner of his eye, he spies Drek trying to pull himself up, and the big man hits Drek with the water bottle! Water goes spraying everywhere as Drek falls back onto the table! HOFF Delicious. Hoff tosses the water bottle aside. HOFF Now...hold on one second. Hoff reaches over his head and tosses off the headset. It lands on the ground, where Coach quickly grabs it as Hoff approaches Buffer at the timekeeper's table. Hoff has a few words with Buffer, and the famous announcer hands him a house mic. Hoff flips a switch on the bottom. HOFF There. That's better. The audience goes CRAZY, totally getting into the action, or lack thereof. COACH Can he do this in the middle of a match? Hoff walks back over to the announce table, where Drek is once again getting up. Hoff grabs Drek by the hair and nails him with the MICROPHONE, resulting in a dull *thud* that draws an "oooh" from the audience. The crowd buzzes, getting excited as Hoff steps onto the table. HOFF Now. Welcome to the Hoff show! "YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" HOFF And my friends, I promise you, this is a night you will never, ever forget. And Tony, Axel, whichever one of you comes out on top tonight.....I want you to remember what I'm about to do right now! Hoff tosses the mic down and pulls Drek to his feet. The big man turns Drek around, with his back facing Hoff, and hooks him from behind to a MEGAPOP~! COLE Not this! Not through the table! COACH Future Shock! Coming up!! Hoff grabs Drek by the waist..but Drek slips free and turns around, delivering a shoulder to Hoff's midsection! Hoff lets go, and Drek, on the table, boots Hoff in the gut! The big man doubles over, and Drek hooks him in a front facelock! Drek looks out at the fans and slashes his throat, signaling for the end! COLE The StoneCutter! Drek has turned the tables here! Drek has...oh wait!! Drek grabs Hoff's tights, but now it's Hoff's turn to break free! The big man throws a forearm to Drek's gut, and another, and another!! Drek releases the hold, as Hoff falls to one knee...then pops up, grabs Drek, and gives him a SPINEBUSTER THROUGH THE TABLE!!! The table collapses as both men fall, Hoff driving Drek to the floor with the vicious move! Hoff rolls off of Drek, taking a moment to catch his breath as the Reckless One lies still!! COLE Did you see that?! Hoff delivered his trademark spinebuster through the table! CABOOSE We all saw it, moron! COACH Man, what power! Drek is in big trouble! CABOOSE You damn right he is! Hoff needs to be disqualified!! Hoff gets to his feet, slowly, before pulling Stone to his. Hoff rolls Drek into the ring, then crawls in after him, hooking the leg as the referee counts the fall! ONE! TWO! THR-NO!! Somehow, Drek kicks out!! COACH Man. That is a testament to the will of Drek Stone, to kick out of that. CABOOSE That's because he's better than Hoff! He's the future, HE is! Not Hoff! He always has been! COME ON, DREK! Caboose's unbiased commentary doesn't help Drek much as the Italian-born superstar uses the ropes to climb to his feet. Hoff stalks behind him, waiting until Drek is at a vertical base before clubbing Drek across the back with a big forearm! Drek falls forward, and Hoff spins him around, throwing him back-first into the corner! Hoff grabs Drek by the back and legs and lifts him up, placing Drek seated on the top turnbuckle! The big man follows him, climbing onto the bottom rope! COLE Hoff looking possibly for a superplex here, and I've got to think that would end it! Hoff hoists Drek's feet onto the second rope, and follows him up. Hoff climbs ALL THE WAY UP HIGH onto the top rope, and pulls Drek with him. Hoff hooks Drek's arm over his head, and grabs the tights, but Drek breaks free of Hoff's grasp! Drek rears back and fires a right hand that sends Hoff reeling! Hoff teeters back, but manages to stay on the top rope and fire back with a right of his own! Drek tries to keep steady...steady....but falls and crotches himself on the corner, and the motion jars the ropes, sending Hoff all the way down to the mat!! COACH Drek Stone catching a break! CABOOSE It's about time, with all this biased officiatiing! After the pain subsides, Drek slowly climbs to his feet. The former World Champion steadies himself as his longtime enemy gets to his feet on the mat below. Hoff turns and Drek leaps off the top, catching Hoff with a BEAUTIFUL cross-body...but Hoff rolls through! The crowd explodes as Hoff hooks the leg of Drek Stone...AND THE TIGHTS!! ONE!! TWO!! KICKOUT!! COLE Am I seeing things, or did Hoff have a handful of tights! CABOOSE The song remains the same, Cole. Hoff ought to be barred from wrestling after tonight. Drek gets up and complains to the referee, vigorously pantomiming a pull of the tights. The ref shrugs, and Drek shoves him aside and goes after Hoff, who ducks a grab from Stone. The two men turn to face each other, and Drek swings with a wild haymaker that Hoff ducks! The big man grabs Drek from behind, lifting him for a back suplex, but Drek shifts his weight in mid-air and lands on top of Hoff! Drek hooks the leg of Hoff! ONE! TWO! NO!! Hoff kicks out of the lateral press! Both men get to their feet and Hoff throws a clothesline, but Drek ducks and catches Hoff with a Side Effect! The fans boo, laying in on thick as Drek gets back to his feet and begins angrily stomping at Hoff! The big man tries to roll away, but Drek kicks him in the back of the head! He rolls over again, and Drek pounces on him, straddling his chest and throwing wild punches to Hoff's face! COLE Good lord! Drek Stone has snapped! CABOOSE He's had enough, Cole. There's only so much you can do to a man. Hoff covers up, but Drek is relentless! Drek begins CHOKING Hoff, which prompts the referee to try to pull the Reckless One off! The official grabs Drek's right arm, holding it back, and Drek springs to his feet, backing the referee into a corner! COLE Now come on, Drek! He's just doing his job!! Drek berates the official, but the referee points to the embroidered "OAOAST" logo on his shirt! Drek rolls his eyes, then kicks the ref in the midsection, grabs him, and DROPS HIM WITH A STONECUTTER!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH DAYUM~! COLE He can't do that to an OAOAST official! CABOOSE The ref had it coming! Hoff has been cheating all night! Drek looks back at the ref, smiling a sadistic grin, before turning around...INTO A ROCK BOTT--NO!! Drek elbows Hoff in the head, breaking free! Hoff turns around as he tries to walk off the pain, turning right back around into a boot to the midsection. Drek grabs Hoff, STONECUTTER--NO!! Hoff quickly grabs Drek's right leg and trips Drek, sending him to the canvas, and then turns Drek over and SLAPS ON THE ANKLELOCK!!! The fans EXPLODE!! COLE Hoff counters the StoneCutter into the Ankelock! My oh my!! COACH But there's no referee!! Even without the ref, Drek holds his arm out, refusing to tap. Hoff cranks on the ankle, trying desparately to get Drek to give up, but Stone inches toward the ropes. Finally, the fans pop AGAIN as another official comes streaking down the aisle! The second ref slides into the ring, and immediately checks Drek for a submission! Drek waves the ref off, and makes one last lunge, hooking the bottom rope with his right hand!! CABOOSE Oh, thank Heaven for that referee. Oh, man...come on, Drek... The ref calls for the break and Hoff gives it clean. Hoff picks Drek up by the hair, pulling his limping foe to the middle of the squared circle, and hooks him in a standing headscissors, slashing his arms, and calling for the H-Bomb!! COLE THIS IS IT! Drek has NOWHERE to go!! This is the move that Hoff pinned Drek with in Minneapolis! The H-Bomb! HERE IT COMES!! Hoff reaches down and lifts Drek onto his shoulders...but Drek rolls through and catches Hoff in a sunset flip! ONE!! TWO!! KICKOUT, as Hoff rolls backward through it and catches Drek with a jacknife roll! And Hoff puts his FEET ON THE ROPES!! CABOOSE HEY!! WAIT!! ONE!! TWO!! [b]THREE!!!!!!!!![/b] *ding ding ding ding ding* The crowd goes ECSTATIC as Hoff falls off of Drek and climbs to his feet!! The official raises Hoff's arm as Michael Buffer reads the decision from ringside! BUFFER The winner of this contest....HOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!! "Black" hits the arena speakers and the noise level becomes deafening as Hoff celebrates, climbing up the nearest ropes and raising his fist in triumph. Meanwhile, an open-mouthed Drek Stone looks at the second rope, still shaking. Drek takes a moment to soak it in, then, realizing what went down, slowly turns his head and looks at Hoff. COLE Well Hoff has finally done it, but in a way we never thought we'd see. CABOOSE This is a disgrace. Hoff has ruined a beautiful series of matches by cheating. COLE Drek cheats all the time! COACH Boo-boo, the Coach thinks you're just upset Hoff won! CABOOSE It isn't right, damn it. Drek looks back at the ropes as Hoff continues to celebrate, then grabs the official and starts screaming in his face. Drek grabs the man's collar and points to the ropes, but all the ref can do shrug his shoulders. COLE He didn't see it! He didn't know any better! CABOOSE Oh, come on. It's his JOB to see. Hoff hops off the corner and heads out of the ring, slapping hands with the fans at ringside before turning back to face the ring and again throwing up a fist. The crowd lets loose another barrage of cheers for their hero, who looks at Drek Stone with a wry grin. From the ring, Drek throws a stream of curses at Hoff, who just smiles and holds up his fingers...one, two, three. COLE Well in any event, this means that Hoff is now free to choose whatever side he wants to in this brewing conflict, or even no side at all! He's a free man! CABOOSE Well, I gotta say, I like that. But Drek wuz robbed! Robbed, I say! Hoff heads through the curtain as his music fades, leaving Drek alone with the referee. The ref grabs Drek by the arm, clearly apologizing for his actions. Drek nods...then grabs the ref and DRILLS HIM WITH THE STONECUTTER!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Aw, now what was that for?! CABOOSE For not doing his damn job. Drek Stone looks up at the crowd, booing mercilessly, and pounds his chest twice before throwing his arm into the air. The fans boo him out of the arena as he exits the ring, walking up the ramp with a scowl on his face. COLE So there you have it. Hoff has finally gotten a win over Drek Stone. CABOOSE Well, I hope he can sleep tonight. COLE After all Drek has done to him, I'm sure he'll be sleeping just fine.

Promo! ************************************* The scene opens up on a shot of Peter Knight entering the arena, bat in hand. Knight has bandages everywhere: his head, arms, ribs. Dressed in an open sweatshirt and shorts, we can see the extent of the damage. But the fire is visible in PK's eyes. He wants revenge, and he wants it tonight. VOICE Son of a... The shot swtches to a shot of the image of PK, on a TV monitor, and as we pan backwards we see Chris Stevens dressed for battle, looking on with a concerned expression. Jay Richards comes up next to him, looks down at the TV set, and slaps Chris on the back with a grin. JAY Man, don't worry about that guy. We got him taken care of. Jay walks away, joining Brock and Jumbo's conversation. After a few moments, Stevens speaks. STEVENS Guys....listen. Don't come out with me tonight. All three other CSI members shoot to their feet, protesting. JAY Chris, what are you saying? Why wouldn't we be out there? STEVENS Because tonight, I got to take care of this by myself. JAY By yourself?! But that's what we're here for and-- STEVENS Listen. Peter Knight has taken everything we've thrown at him, and he keeps coming. He's one tough son of a bitch. But if I beat him, straight-up, tonight, the world will recognize him for what he is: a hack. A fruad. A low-class entertainer. If we're going to save this company, we can't just beat everyone into submission. We've got to show them that we are the best. Jay shakes his head and throws his hands up. JAY Whatever, man. Do what you gotta do. Jumbo looks at his boss, his friend, carefully. JUMBO We're not gonna let you get hurt out there, but hey, if you have to do this, I respect it. Good luck. Jumbo clasps Stevens on the arm and smiles as he takes a seat. Stevens turns, looking at Brock Ausstin, who takes a step forward. BROCK Listen, Stevens. I joined you because you could help me with my career. Well, this is the fight of my career. This thing with PK, it's my fight. You're not telling me not to come out there. The fans buzz as Brock stares a hole at Stevens. STEVENS Brock...this isn't your fight anymore. It's mine. And I gotta do this, not you. You'll get your opportunities, I promise. But for now....sit down. Brock looks at Stevens...and chuckles, lightly. Stevens remains unfazed, and Brock's smile fades. Slowly, the big monster man backs off, sitting down with a frown. STEVENS Thank you. Stevens turns back to the monitor, looking a PK intensely. STEVENS Tonight, Knight. Your time is over.

I'll be sending a promo in in just a bit here, and that needs to go anytime BEFORE the match. Graci. COLE We're now set for the showdown between Chris Stevens and Peter Knight, and guys, this could get ugly. CABOOSE This whole feud has been ugly, and I'm not talking about Peter Knight's face. For weeks, Chris Stevens and his group, CSI, have been trying to "rid" the OAOAST of Knight, even giving him a memorial service three days ago on HeldDown. COACH Right, but PK refuses to stay down. CSI has beaten him every which way, three-on-one, four-on-one, but Peter Knight just keeps comin'! COLE Now folks, this isn't a career match, but Stevens has said that he will end Knight's career here tonight. Meanwhile, PK has evil intentions, and we saw him show up earlier with that baseball bat. CABOOSE Yeah, and for SOME REASON, Chris Stevens agreed to the no-DQ stipulation. COACH Well, we've seen that Stevens can get dirty before, but he'll have his work cut out for him. COLE It's Peter Knight versus Chris Stevens, and it happens...NOW! *ding ding ding* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall, and in this match there are NOOOOOOO DISQUALIFICATIONS!! The crowd cheers for the oft-violent stip as "Oh Hell Yeah" hits, and out comes PK! He's wearing some bandages all over his body, but he looks fresh and ready to go as he hoists his aluminum baseball bat high overhead. CABOOSE I will say, I gotta love his choice of weapons. Baseball of cricket, a good bat is your friend. Which reminds me, catch the all-new [i]Cole's Bar[/i] this Thursday after HeldDown. COLE :( Knight walks down the ramp, slapping some fans' hands idly, but looking focused. He hits the ring with little fanfare, bouncing off the ropes in order to get a feel for the evening. He takes a step forward and looks down the aisle, twirling his bat in one hand as his music dies down. [i]*dun dun* *dun dun* *dun dun* *dun dun* WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARE YOU? WHO WHO, WHO WHO! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARE YOU? WHO WHO, WHO WHO![/i] COLE Fans, don't adjust your TVs sets. This isn't CBS. It isn't CSI, either, as Chris Stevens steps out from the curtain, alone. The fans smother him in jeers, letting him have it for everything he's pulled on Knight over the past few weeks. COACH You'll notice that there's no CSI with Stevens, tonight; he's looking to go it alone. COLE We saw Stevens tell CSI earlier to stay in the locker room, that he wanted to take care of PK himself...and that did NOT sit well with Brock Ausstin. CABOOSE Well, naturally, Cole. Brock and PK have had a long-standing rivalry, and I think Brock wanted to be the one to take Knight out! COLE Nevertheless, Chris Stevens, as the leader of the group, pulled rank, and here you see that it will indeed be one-on-one! Stevens heads down the aisle with a scowl, looking at PK with contempt. He scoffs at the bat as he enters the ring, then turns to the fans and holds his arms out to the side with a big grin. The fans boo...until PK NAILS him from behind with the baseball bat!! *ding ding ding ding ding* Stevens drops in a heap as Knight cracks him across the broad of his back, and PK follows it up by laying in some hard stomps to the spine. Stevens writhes in pain for a moment before heading under the ring ropes and to the outside. PK follows, hot on Stevens' trail as the CSI leader holds his back, walking away in obvious pain. COLE Now remember, this is no disqualification, which means no countouts as well. Stevens rounds the corner, and PK catches up to him, whirling him around, and Knight winds up with the bat...but Stevens snaps a short kick to the gut of Knight, stopping his swing. PK doubles slightly, leaning forward, and Stevens takes advantage by grabbing PK by the head and throwing him into the steel ring post! *CLANG* PK stumbles backward, dropping his bat in the process. Knight lands on the guardrail, leaning against it. The fans paw all over the popular Knight as Stevens moves in. Stevens rears back, and CRACKS PK with a knife-edge chop! "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" PK leans forward, and Stevens catches him with a European uppercut that snaps his foe's neck back. Stevens leans in and grabs PK by the throat, actually CHOKING the life out of Knight! COLE Now come on! There's no DQ but there's still laws against murder! CABOOSE Hey, when it comes to murder, nobody knows it better than CSI. *snicker* Stevens taunts PK as he wrings his neck, but Knight finds the energy to push forward and throw Stevens off of hm! The fans cheer as Stevens flies back into the ring apron, crying in pain as he hits back-first. PK gets off the railing and grabs Stevens, looking for a little revenge as he rears back and stings Chris with a knife-edge chop of his own! "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Stevens chest glows read, and he leans forward after the impact, allowing Knight to grab his long, dark hair and throw him back into the ring. PK follows, a mean look on his kisser as Stevens crawls away from him. PK walks around Stevens, standing in front of him to pull the lanky grappler to his feet. PK grabs Stevens once more by the hair, but Stevens throws a forearm to the gut! The blow stuns Knight for just a moment...allowing Stevens to hit a LOW BLOW!! "OOOOOOOOOOH!!" The fans let a collective groan as Knight falls to his knees, then to all fours as Stevens slowly gets up. Stevens looks at the former Dream Machine with contempt, scowling as he paces around Knight. COLE Both these guys are taking full advantage of the match's rules, or lack thereof. COACH I dunno, Cole, I got a feeling we haven't seen anything yet. PK crawls to the corner, and pulls himself up as Stevens stalks him from behind. Knight finds his feet, and Stevens grabs him, spinning him around and snapping off another Europaen uppercut that sends Knight slumping into the corner. The fans boo as Stevens steps back, then drives a knee into the ribs of Knight. PK lets out a loud groan as he doubles over. Stevens smiles, a sick smile, as he takes a step back and does it again, driving the air out of the larger Knight. CABOOSE Both Knight and Stevens have recently returned to the ring after lenghty sabbaticals. You have to wonder if conditioning will be a factor. Stevens runs his mouth as he AGAIN chokes Knight, this time pressing on his windpipe with his forearm. The official tries to get Stevens to lay up, but Stevens ignores the zebra, keeping the pressure applied. Stevens finally lets up, dragging PK out of the corner by his hair. Stevens leads Knight to the center of the ring, where he hooks him from the side and snaps him down with a side Russian leg sweep! Stevens rolls over and climbs on top of PK, hooking a leg! ONE! TWO! THR-NO, as PK throws his shoulder up in the nick of time. COLE Kickout by Knight, but Chris Stevens now finds himself in the driver's seat. Stevens looks up at the ref with disdain, who flashes two fingers. Stevens waves the ref away before stalking his way around Knight. Stevens walks to PK's legs, grabbing the left one and snapping a kick to the knee joint. PK grimaces in pain as Stevens repeats the maneuver, and again, and again, before dropping an elbow across the knee. CABOOSE I guarantee you, right now, CSI is in the back, watching with a smile. And they're not the only ones. Stevens gets up as PK rolls onto his stomach. Stevens, ever the opportunist, grabs the leg from behind and lifts it up before smashing the left knee of PK into the mat! PK howls and grabs his knee, drawing his leg closer to his body. The fans jeer as Stevens looks up, pointing to himself and smiling. COLE Chris Stevens has always been a master of working one area of a man's body. We've seen it before, in some of his classic encouters with Hoff, and now we're seeing it here tonight. Stevens reaches down and grabs the left leg again, pulling it free of Knight's grasp. Stevens tries to turn PK over for a single-leg Boston Crab, but PK kicks at Stevens wth his free leg, resisting the move! The fans get excited...but Stevens squelches the momentum with a stomp to the GROIN!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" The ref gets in Stevens' face, complaining about the tactics, but Stevens shoves the official in the face, sending him away! Stevens goes right back to the legs, grabbing both of PK's lower limbs and grapevining them in his hands! Stevens turns PK over...into a TEXAS CLOVERLEAF!! CABOOSE Nice! That's a hell of a move by Chris Stevens. It applies pressure to both the legs and back of your opponent. Peter Kngiht is in trouble. Knight yells in pain, but shakes his head at the referee's question of submission. PK grits his teeth and tries to crawl forward, but Stevens shifts back, bending the back of Knight at a violent angle. The fans try to will PK into it, but the veteran grappler falls flat on his chest in obvious pain. COACH PK isn't able to support himself, guys! How's he gonna break free of this submission hold? The fans begin to make some noise, clapping and stomping and chanting "P-K!" as loud as they can. Stevens laughs at the chants...but PK starts shaking his hand! The ref checks for a tap, but PK only pumps his fist, summoning up some energy! COLE I can't believe it! CABOOSE You've been in wrestling how many years, and you can't believe this? COLE Um... Stevens looks around frantically as PK pushes himself up with his hands and begins crawling forward! PK takes one "step," another, and finally LUNGES forward, grabbing the bottom rope with both arms! The fans cheer...but Stevens keeps the hold applied! COLE Come on, Chris, let go! CABOOSE He doesn't have to! That's the beauty of this match! The ref administers a five-count to Stevens, but Stevens keeps the Texas Cloverleaf hooked! The official, unable to take action against Stevens, pleads with him to let go...and Stevens does! COACH Did Chris Stevens just play by the rules? COLE I think he just realized that even though he could kep the hold applied, he wasn't gonna get a pin on PK! Stevens throws PK's legs down in disgust, and scowls as the referee as he heads out of the ring. PK pulls himself up to the second rope, trying to find his footing as Stevens throws French announcer Pepe Gibraud out of his seat and grabs the metal chair! COLE Oh, no! The fans let out a resounding chorus of boos as Stevens folds the chair up and slides it into the ring. Stevens rolls in after the weapon, and picks it up, standing behind PK as Knight drags himself to his feet, slowly Knight turns around and Stevens takes a HOEM RUN SWING...but PK ducks it! PK grabs the top rope and falls down, effectively ducking under the shot! Knight uses the rope to pull himself up as Stevens' momentum carries him in a 180 turn, and Knight grabs Stevens from behind! PK lifts Stevens for a back suplex... COLE He's too close to the ropes! ....and PK tosses Stevens OVER THE ROPES!!! The fans go WILD as Stevens tumbles down, dropping the chair, flipping over and landing on his front! Stevens' chest and stomach crash onto the thin protective mats, and the rule breaker remains unmoving as the fans show their appreciation the only way they know how... "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" COACH DAYUM~! COLE What a move! Let's look at it one more time... The TV sets of America replay the VICIOUS suplex variation, fans watching in slow motion as Stevens flies over the top rope and lands on the outside. The replay ends, and Knight rolls out of the ring, limping slowly as he walks to Stevens' landing site. The fans are buzzing as PK picks Stevens up off the floor, and Knight throws a hard right that snaps Stevens' head back! PK barely stays up, but he finds his footing, rears back, and again nails Stevens with a big right hand! Stevens sinks to one knee, and PK grabs him by the hair and pulls him up. Knight grabs Stevens by the arm and whips him acorss the floor, sending Stevens HARD intot he guardrail! PK lets out a battle cry and charges forward, looking to score with a running knee smash...but Stevens jumps aside at the last second and Knight's knee SLAMS into the steel barrier! Knight lets out a horrific shriek of pain as he drops to the floor, howling in pain as he clutches his knee. CABOOSE Never count Chris Stevens out. Ever. Stevens takes a second to shake the cobwebs from his head, then stalks his prey with a nasty scowl. Stevens begins viciously stomping at the legs of PK, drawing the ire of the fans. A few in the front row start shouting curse words at Stevens, who looks up and flips them off. The whole arena gets into it, drowning out the sound pf PK's screams in taunts and teases. Stevens ignores the crowd as bets he can, looking flustered as he turns his attention back to Knight. Stevens grabs Knight again by the legs, twisting him around so his own back is facing away from the ring. Stevens looks over his shoulder, then falls backward, slingshotting Knight head-first into the ringpost! *CLANG* PK falls backwards like a sack of bricks, and Stevens slowly gets back up to a massive round of boos. COLE Peter Knight has been thrown twice now into that post, and that has to take a toll on a man! Stevens looks down at Knight's fallen form...then heads to the French announce table! Pepe and Francois scramble for cover as Stevens strips the table clean, looking at it with a satisfied nod. Stevens heads back to his foe, and picks PK up, dragging him to the table! Stevens grabs PK by the head and slams his opponent forehead-first into the table! PK's skull bounces once before coming to rest on the table. Stevens, meanwhile, climbs onto the table, and pulls Knight up with him! COACH Whatever Stevens is thinking here could be the end for PK! Stevens has some words for the crowd before spinning Knight around and hooking his arms! Chris twists through the move, hooking PK for the Unprettier! COLE We've seen this move a couple times from Stevens since his return, but through a table?! My God! Stevens smiles as he has PK hooked...but PK pulls himself free! To the crowd's delight, Knight stands up to his full height as his foe turns, and meets a surprised Chris Stevens with a HUGE right hand! Peter Knight wobbles as Chris Stevens reels...but it's PK who recovers first, hoisting Stevens onto his shoulders!! COLE KNIGHTMARE! If PK hits this it'll be all over! PK takes a step and swings Stevens off of him...but Stevens lands on his feet! PK turns and Stevens catches him with a knee to the bread basket, and grabs Knight by the head, and THROWS him off of the--no!! PK reverses the momentum, spins, and sends Chris Stevens FLYING, off of the table, and INTO THE FIRST ROW!! The fans scatter and Stevens crashes into a row of steel chairs!! TRIPLE C :o CABOOSE Oh...my...God. Well, there's another lawsuit for this company. Holy hell. The nearby fans look on in awe as Stevens tries to get up, but falls almost comically to the floor. The rest of the crowd cheers their lungs out, amazed by the sheer distance of the throw. Knight gingerly gets down from the table and hops the guardrail, grabbing Stevens and pulling him to his feet. Knight casually tosses Stevens over the guardrail, and follows him out. PK again picks Stevens up, and sends him into the ring. COLE Well with all that these two have been throug, it's anyone's guess as to who'll come out on top, but Chris Stevens is hurting! PK makes a move to follow Stevens into the ring...but stops, eyeing something to his left. COACH What's he waiting for? Knight walks over to the spot that caught his eye...bends down...and picks up the bat. "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" PK raises the bat high overhead with a cry of triumph, and the fans respond in kind, cheering for Knight and showering him in chants of "P-K! P-K! P-K!" Knight actually [i]smiles[/i] as he rolls into the ring, getting to his feet and waiting for Stevens to get to his. CABOOSE Not the bat! Oh, Chris, why couldn't you let CSI be here with you? Oh no.... PK gets his grip set and yells for Stevens to get up. Slowly, but surely, Stevens finds his footing, and turns... *WHAM* And PK NAILS Stevens in the ribs with the bat!! The fans explode as Stevens falls to his hands and knees, and PK rears back..... *WHAM* And DRIVES the bat into the small of Stevens' back! The fans roar as Stevens collapses, and PK tosses the bat to the side with a grin! Knight rolls Stevens onto his back.... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" COLE What the....HEY! It's JUMBO!! COACH What?! What's he doing here?! PK makes a cover... ONE! TWO! THR-- NO, as JUMBO kicks Knight off of his boss! PK rolls away as the fans jeer, and Jumbo stands in front of Stevens! COLE Well Chris Stevens asked CSI not to come down, but Jumbo has seen enough! The fans jeer as PK gets to his feet, standing face-to-face with the mammoth CSI bodyguard. Jumbo gives Knight a SHOVE.... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" And PK responds with a HUGE right hand, sending Jumbo down to the mat! Suddenly, the fans boo again, as OUT COMES JAY RICHARDS!! COLE What the hell?! Jay, with a chair no less, sprints from the dressing room down the aisle and slides into the ring. Jay stands up and takes a violent swing at PK's head, but Knight ducks! PK kicks Jay in the gut, and Richards drops the chair, and PK hoists Jay onto his shoulders! Knight yells...but Jumbo nails him from behind with a forearm! The fans are irate as PK drops Jay and falls to his knees! COLE This isn't right! CABOOSE But it's all legal! Jumbo yells for Jay to grab the chair, and Jay does, tossing it over PK's head. Jay pulls PK to his feet and turns him around, facing Jumbo, who SWINGS....but Knight ducks and Jumb connects....with JAY RICHARDS!! CABOOSE JUMBO, NO!! The fans go BANANA as Jay falls like a stone, and Jumbo drops the chair in horror! PK seizes the moment by kicking Jumbo in the gut, doubling him over, and then grabbing the chair, hauling back, and SMASHING the steel into the head of the big man! COLE There you go, PK! A little revenge!! PK looks down with a smile...and gets SPEARED IN THE BACK by BROCK AUSSTIN!! COACH What the, where did he come from?! The fans cry out in anger as Ausstin pops to his feet. The man-ster smiles as he looks down at Knight, then pulls his longtime rival up and throws him across his shoulders! COLE The F-Stunner-5!! CABOOSE Brock will get the last laugh!! Brock SCREAMS as he spins PK around for the F-Stunner-5, but PK lands on his feet! The fans cheer as Knight switches it up, hoisting Brock up....and DRIVING HIM DOWN WITH THE KNIGHTMARE!! "YEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Knight gets back to his feet and ROARS in triumph!! COLE Good lord! Chris Stevens is down, Brock Ausstin is down, and PK is the only man left standing! PK looks at his foes and....heads to the outside? Knight slides under the bottom rope and looks under the ring apron, then smiles as he ducks under the ring itself. Knight comes crawling back out....with a GLASS TABLE. And the fans ERUPT, drowning the place in cheers! COACH Glass table? DAYUM! COLE PK is legendary, infamous, for his glass table match at this event two years ago! A match CSI MOCKED on Thursday! This is PK's chance for revenge! CABOOSE I can't believe this, I can't believe this... PK, gnetly, slides the table into the ring, and sets it up near one of the corners. Satisfied, PK turns around...and eats a CHRIS STEVENS SUPERKICK!! COLE OH MY! Where did that come from!! PK crashes to the mat as his head whiplashes from that deadly superkick, and Stevens falls to one knee. Holding his back, Stevens gets back up and heads to where his ally, Brock Ausstin, has fallen. COLE After all that, all the interference, Stevens is back to his feet! What resiliency! Stevens bends down and helps Brock to his feet. Stevens checks to make sure Brock is okay...then TAKES HIS HEAD OFF with a superkick!!! COLE WHAT?!?!? The arena EXPLODES as Stevens kicks Brock square in the jaw. Ausstin collapses to the mat, then rolls out of the ring. Jay and Jumbo, who have come to at ringside, pull Brock to his feet and help him to the back! COLE What the hell was that?! CABOOSE Well Stevens TOLD those guys to stay in the back! It's Brock's own fault! COLE CSI saved Stevens from losing the match!! Chris Stevens soaks in the jeers of the fans, shocked at the heinous action. Stevens looks down at PK...and then HE heads to the outside!! COLE Good lord, what now? Stevens checks under the ring apron on one side, then walks around the squared circle and checks again...this time, he finds what he wants. A LADDER. Stevens pulls the ladder out from underneath the ring, then slides it in. The fans buzz as Stevens gets into the ring as well, and sets the ladder up smack dab in the middle. COACH Chris Stevens could really end PK's career with this! Stevens pops the ladder's supports into place, then heads back to Knight and pulls him off of the canvas. Stevens drags PK around the ladder, then climbs onto the first step with Knight on the opposite side. Stevens grabs a handful of PK's hair, and yanks him up the first step of the ladder! COLE Stevens is...he's pulling Knight up the ladder! But why? CABOOSE A metaphor? COLE Stop. Stevens continues pulling Knight up, and up, rung by rung, until both men reach the top. Stevens stands up fully and pops PK in the jaw with a right hand, then looks back...at the glass table below. COLE Wait...is he...is he thinking what I think he's thinking?! COACH He wouldn't! Stevens turns back to Knight and takes another step up, pulling PK with him, and hooking him in a front face lock. COLE STEVENS IS GOING TO SUPERPLEX PK THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE!! The fans buzz as Stevens throws PK's arm over his head and grabs him by the waist. CABOOSE Say good-knight, Peter. It's been fun. Stevens pulls PK up...but PK hooks his foot around the ladder!! Stevens tries valiantly to get his foe over, but PK has his leg hooked on one of the rungs! Stevens tries one more time...but PK pulls away! The fans cheer as Knight rears back and fires a HUGE right hand to Stevens! Pk hits him AGAIN, and then pulls him down over the top of the ladder!! COLE What is this?! PK takes one more step up, standing on the top rung of the ladder as Stevens is doubled over it. Knight breathes deep, closes his eyes....and leaps OVER Stevens...flipping over him....catching him around the waist, and driving him down with a SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB.....THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE. "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" COLE I-I...... CABOOSE ......... The fans explode, and so does the table, as Stevens lands hard on the mat. Glass flies everywhere, some of it literally sticking in the two competitors. PK falls to the mat, then, slowly, crawls to Stevens and drapes an arm over his chest. ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!!!! *ding ding ding* BUFFER The winner of this match.....PETER.....KNIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!! "Oh Hell Yeah" blares as PK, slowly, gets to his feet. Medical teams have already arrived, and they begin checking on Stevens as the official raises PK's hand. Knight, soaking in the adulation of the fans, looks down at Stevens, and SMILES, shaking his head, before exiting the ring. COLE I....I can't believe what we just saw. That was.... COACH That was AMAZING! CABOOSE Memorable. I don't think we'll soon forget what just happened. Knight raises his arm, playing for the crowd as he heads up the ramp. Meanwhile, Jay and Jumbo, sans Brock Ausstin, are out, checking on Stevens as EMTs load him onto a stretcher. Blood is all over the ring, and blood leaks onto the white sheets of the stretcher. The EMTs waste no time shooing the CSI members away and rolling Chris Stevens up the ramp and out of the arena, no doubt to the nearest medical facility they can find. COLE Well, in any event, Peter Knight has gotten his revenge on Chris Stevens and CSI. CABOOSE Man, what a fight... COLE Indeed...but we've still got a lot more to come!

Oops. Yeah, what Alf said.

Hoff vs. Drek Stone. No interference, straight up, one-on-one. If Drek wins, he throws his lot in with Drek and the GPX. If Hoff wins, he's free to make up his own mind on where he stands.

I hate to do this, but I'll have to edit the CSI promo in later, as well. So hey everyone, check the show Friday as well as tonight.

[i]Deceived by my eyes And all I was told I should see Opinions not mine The person they taught me to be...[/i] The fans jeer as Drek Stone's theme song echoes throughout the arena, and jeer even more for the man himself, accompanied by the Global Party Exchange. COLE Fans, word is that Drek Stone will answer Hoff's challenge tonight. CABOOSE Great. That probably means we'll hear from the oaf... Drek, dressed impeccably as always, strides down the aisle as his cohorts jaw with the fans. The three men hit the ring, where Stone asks for a mic. "BOOOOOOOOOOOO" CABOOSE What a bunch of savages. Drek takes the mic from the timekeeped...and passes it off to Scotty Static. SCOTTY Awwwww yeeeeah, GPX up in Raleigh.... "YEAH!!!" JAX Whoa, Scotty. Don't be sayin' that too loud. We got a rep to protect, y'heard? "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The GPX laugh at their jest. Stone chuckles. SCOTTY Listen, y'all. Raleigh, time to take notice. This bidness is changin', and for the better. Time for the dinosaurs to head back to tha Crustacean Era, and the time for us to shine. JAX Yo, f'real, and all you peeps that want sum of us, we right here. COACH Holla, playas. Holla. Coach pounds his chest, showing "love" for the GPX, who...ignore him. JAX Uh...right, right. So listen up, y'all, and listen good, because right now mah MAIN man got somethin' to say. The fans jeer as the boys pass the mic to Drek Stone. DREK Thanks, guys. Now... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" DREK You know, booing greatness isn't going to make you Carolina hicks look any smarter. [b]"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!![/b] Drek laughs. DREK Anyway, I'm out here to address a certain cretin's recent challenges. Now-- Drek is cut off in mid-sentence by "Black" as the FANS GO WILD!! CABOOSE Damn, I knew it. The crowd cheers as Hoff steps onto the stage and heads down the ramp, mic in hand. The big man is dressed for battle, and looking none too pleased as he hits the ring. The GPX move forward to intercept, but Drek holds them back. Drek shakes his head as Hoff stares him down. DREK Didn't take you long, did it? HOFF Fight me. The fans cheer, but Drek just shakes his head again. DREK Hoff, please. A few weeks ago, you said you didn't want to fight. Now, suddenly, you're ready to go? I don't get it. Are your steroids flaring up again? The fans "oooooooooooh" the burn, as the GPX slap hands. Hoff remains unmoving. HOFF Fight me. DREK Hoff, please. Right now, I've got bigger and better things to do than fight you just because you got your panties in a twist-- HOFF STOP TALKING. Fight me. Tonight, the Bash, I don't care. But you and I are gonna meet in this ring one way or another. "HOFF HOFF HOFF HOFF HOFF HOFF HOFF HOFF" Drek takes a step back and begins to pace. DREK Hoff, you're looking at this all wrong. You see, last week, you said you respect me as an in-ring competitor. Well, Hoff, I respect you too. So much, in fact, that I graciously offered you a spot at my side in what's yet to come. And you took that offer and threw it away. HOFF Drek, I'll never stand with you. That is a promise. Not with you, not in this. DREK Don't be so hasty, Hoff. Since I respect you so much, I'm willing to make you the same offer yet again. Now....now, you don't know it yet, but if you join me in this, we can take on the world! Togther! We would be [i]unstoppable![/i] The entire company would be ours to control. And you, Hoff. You could finally be the champion you've always wanted to be! And you'd be defending a title that actually meant something, the championship of a truly great company, not the piece of tin men like Zack Malibu have turned it into. Men like Tony Brannigan. Paper champions. You could be a [i]true[/i] champion, Hoff. And all you have to do is say you accept. So, please. Let's not do this. Join us, Hoff. Before it's too late. Hoff looks on, then blinks, taking a step back of his own. COLE Wow. COACH A hell of an offer. Hoff scratches his goatee before raising the mic. HOFF Drek...you've just painted me one hell of a picture. You make it sound like a wrestling utopia. But I know you, Stone. After all we've been through, all our wars, oh, I know you all too well. And I know that your words are worthless. You'd use me until it suited you, and have the goon squad here stab me in the back. The GPX bristle as Drek scowls. HOFF So, Drek, thanks...but no thanks. I don't want your friendship....I want your ass. "YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" Drek FUMES as Hoff's refusal. The big man manages a half-smile as Drek loses his cool. DREK You son of a bitch. You NARROW MINDED ASS! You want me so bad, fine. Here's how it is. I'll fight you at the Great Angle Bash, but IF I WIN you'll join me, under MY control, and so as I say. That's my deal. take it or leave it. HOFF And if I win? DREK Then the song remains the same, big man. You can hang on to your noninvolvement policy forever if you want, Switzerland. But trust me, I will beat you one more time. HOFF Drek, you can count wins and losses all you want, but you never...ever...beat me. Drek looks on the verge of pulling his hair out as Hoff continues. HOFF Well I'll take your offer, Drek, but only on one condition. The Bash? It's you and me. Strictly no outside interference, from Gomer and Goober here, or anyone else. I want you one on one. Drek's eyebrows raise. DREK Why, Hoff? You afraid of what we can do? The GPX snicker, but Hoff remains unfazed. HOFF Drek...I wasn't kidding last week. When it comes to this ring, to this sport, I respect the hell out of you, and I want one more shot to see if I can take you out, mano y mano. And Drek...I know you want it too. I know that right now, your Italian pride is burning you up inside. You'd LOVE to show me up, to prove to the world that you're truly the better man. Well, Drek, for once, our thoughts are one. Let's do it right, Drek. One more time to see who the better man truly is. Drek's eyes are alive with pride and passion. He looks hard at Hoff, barely thinking before he says: DREK You're on. The fans EXPLODE! Behind Drek, Johnny and Scotty freak out, looking at each other and at Drek frantically. DREK But that doesn't mean we can't get a little work in right now. Suddenly, Drek kicks Hoff in the GROIN~! COLE WHAT?! Like lions, the three men pounce on the floored Hoff, stomping away at the downed Hoff! Stone, Static and Jax are laying some hard shots in...until ZACK MALIBU AND SOME GUY HIT THE RING!!! CABOOSE WHAT THE HELL?! Zack and SG FLOOR the GPX with stereo spears, taking the boys down and firing away at them! Hoff manages to get back up as Drek is distracted, and Hoff and Drek Stone begin slugging it out! It's KATIE BAR THE DOOR-- VOICE STOP IT!!!!!! On the ramp appears a very exasperated Josie Baker. JOSIE I have HAD it!! You all want each other so bad? Fine. Tonight, it's you, you, and you againt you two and you. Got it?! Everyone sort of looks at Josie. The GM sighs. JOSIE Drek and the GPX against...well, you figure it out from there. Have fun. Baker makes a quick exit, and SECURITY hits the ring to keep everyone apart! All six men are jawing back and forth, hurling insults and challenges. COLE Oh my! It's going to be Hoff teaming up with Some Guy and....and Zack Malibu, to take on Drek Stone and the GPX! COACH Unbelievable! PK -- I apologize, man. Something came up and I got to run. I'll edit the CSI bit in tomorrow. Adam, if you can leave a space I'd appreciate it,

KAYFABE!! KAYFABE, YOU MARK!!

All I can say is, there's gonna be one hell of a main event.

Indeed.

Sorry it was a little late, my plans got shuffled around. Still beat KC though! *dances* Anyway, whoa, this was one big-ass show. And next time, let's establish ONE main event, please? Hmm? That said, BOTH MEs were really awesome. Hell, the whole show kinda rocked. PK tore it up with the gauntlet match, too. You should watch this show.

© 2005 OAOAST Inc./HeldDown Entertainment CREDITS Hoff Tony149 Mystery Eskimo King Cucaracha Zack Malibu NY Untouchable Nice Guy Adam Masked Man of Mystery The #1 MST3K Mark CanadianChick Phoenix Fury Legdrop KingPK