Zack Malibu

"Change." With the uttering of that simple, one syllable word, we are taken to a dressing room area containing four of the OAOAST's most popular stars. Jamie O'Hara sits on the edge of a leather sofa, sipping on a 40 oz. Johnny Jax mugs for the camera, rolling his wrists in his hands. Scotty Static stands by him, staring at the floor before momentarily looking up, and finally the man who spoke the only word thus far, Zack Malibu, steps in front of the camera. MALIBU That word...change. It's a word that summarizes the last six months of my life, and the lives of these three men behind me. It's a word that works for the better, and often for the worst. It can be taken in a positive or negative form. Change. See, in the last six months, there's been a lot of changes going on. Six months ago, these men behind me were beating me at every turn, busting me open, leaving me laying, leaving me for DEAD. The year leading up to that, they were trying to drive me from this company...MY COMPANY, and tried to make a name for themselves as the new standard bearers of the OAOAST. Then, things changed...and it was the biggest mistake I ever made that led to that change. Because what I did was instead of turning to those who I could rely on, those that I trusted...I thought outside the box. I took a risk on a man named Todd Cortez, a man who had the crowd inside the Tokyo Dome on their feet as he showcased his ability. I took a risk asking Todd Cortez for help, and he said to me "I know exactly what to do." I took a risk listening to him, and bringing in two men that he said he trusted...men that would help me win the war...and instead it led to one of the darkest periods that the OAOAST has ever seen. Because you see, for every person who has their blood spilt, a bone broken, a neck...snapped...for everyone who has to cower in fear, for my girlfriend who still to this day can't sleep at night, it's on MY HEAD. It's MY FAULT, and I admit it. I don't deny it. Bruce Blank and The Wildcards are MY responsibility. I'm not too proud to ask for help, not too proud to admit when I need it, but I didn't feel the need to drag anyone else down with me...and then, things changed. That's when these three, three guys that maybe personally, I didn't think highly of, but athletically respected...that's when they stepped up. These three guys, the same three guys that I tried to take out, that I brought The Wildcards here for, stepped up and said "we've got your back". Then Leon Rodez, the first man out of anyone in this locker room to stand up and welcome me back, after everyone put the blame on my head for The Wildcards, and rightfully so...he stepped up to...and then things changed. They say that every man comes back from war a changed man, and War Games was no exception. Because I came out a changed man. What you saw before...that's nothing. Child's play. What I saw in that cage was something I knew deep down, but now know on an even deeper level. That you, Blank, Cortez, Bloodshed, and Maddix...that you're going to stop at NOTHING to get what you want. You go after my friends, my family...all because you want ME. COME AND GET ME! You think that we're desperate? You don't think what you did inside that cage, Todd Cortez, to my best friend, wasn't a desperate action? You four are desperate to keep the aura of fear around you, now that we made you seem mortal. We made one of your own say I QUIT. Leon Rodez pinned Bloodshed's shoulders to the mat 1-2-3. These three men behind me, won their World Six Man Tag Team Championship at your expense. You are not unstoppable monsters, just heartless killers...and now, we show no remorse. Last week, that was a change. A change in character for Zack Malibu...or was it? Was it really a change? Because you seem to forget, two years ago, I cracked a girl across the head with a beltshot, and aligned with a sworn enemy. Two years ago, I was digging the buckle of a belt into Crystal's head and watching her BLEED, and LOVING IT. I may have come a long way since then, earning the respect of my peers and my fans, but if you think I CHANGED from then, you are oh so wrong. Because now, you've brought it out of me. You went after my girl, my BABY, and my friends. You're trying to tear apart the company I worked so hard to build from the inside out. And now you say that you're full attention is on me, Bruce? That the SWF can wait, that you don't need them anymore...not until you've run me out of the wrestling business? I'm flattered with the attention, really I am...and we'll pick up on that...but I want to sidetrack myself from you for a moment. I want to focus on another one of you for a change. I want Todd Cortez. The man who was hyped as one of the most moral, loyal, and respectable wrestlers in a shady business. The man who said that he could HELP me. The man who is equally responsible for bringing you here, and the man who is COMPLETELY RESPONSIBLE FOR SNAPPING MY BEST FRIEND'S NECK. I WANT YOU, TODD CORTEZ. I WANT TO HEAR YOUR BONES SNAP. I WANT TO WATCH YOUR BLOOD STAIN THE MAT FOR A CHANGE. I WANT YOU TO SUFFER, TO PAY, TO HURT, TO ACHE, TO TAKE FULL RESPONSIBILITY...TO BE PUNISHED FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE. You think last week I let you off easy? I could have taken you out like *that*. WE COULD HAVE TAKEN YOU OUT, BUT WE SPARED YOU...THE ONLY TIME WE'RE SHOWING MERCY FROM THIS POINT FORWARD. You were our message, our letter to your friends, that it wasn't over. Those bruises you've got, those cuts that bled...if you felt pain at any point, then you have no idea what you are in for my friend. Around the world, they'll be calling it a dream match, but between you and I, it's been a long time coming. Vengeance. Payback. War. Todd Cortez, I challenge you, I WELCOME you to lock up with me inside an OAOAST ring. I want you to come at me full throttle...I want you to give me the BEST YOU'VE GOT...I WANT YOU TO FIGHT ME LIKE IT'S YOUR LAST...because, Todd...because if I have anything to say about it...if we have anything to say about it...it will be. Things have changed once again, Wildcards. You have brought out a side of me...a dark side of me, a side that is uncontrollable. Unpredictable. YOU HAVE UNLEASHED A GOD DAMN LOOSE CANNON ON YOURSELVES! For my friends, for my fans, for my FAMILY...I DON'T CARE WHAT I HAVE TO DO TO YOU! ANYTHING IT TAKES! WHATEVER IT TAKES! YOU WANT MY BLOOD! COME TAKE MY BLOOD! I'LL STILL GET BACK UP! YOU WANT TO BREAK MY BONES! BREAK MY LEGS AND I'LL CRAWL AFTER YOU! BREAK MY ARMS AND I'LL BITE TILL YOU BLEED! I AM NOT GOING TO STOP! YOU WILL NOT MAKE ME STOP, NOT UNTIL YOU SUFFER! NOT UNTIL YOU PAY! I brought you into my life, and so help me I'll force you out of it or I will DIE TRYING! Malibu, fuming, stares into the camera, breathing heavily, as Scotty Static and Johnny Jax pull him away. STATIC You see what you did? Now you got him worked up. With those words uttered, The Hooligans all smirk, as Malibu looks to be all business, before we fade out.

MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen the following match is set for one fall with a 20 minute time limit!! Introducing first from the Space Academy weighing in at 172 pounds the SPACEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE PHAEROOOO!! COLE This is the debut of the Space Cadets here in the OAOAST, straight out of Mexico! COACH Straight out of a B movie you mean. "EXCUSE ME!! EXCUSE ME!!" The music comes to a screeching halt as Landon Maddix walks out through the curtains to a chorus of boos and trash throwing. COLE What's HE doing here? this is supposed to be the Space Phaero against "It". LANDON MADDIX I was just backstage and it looks like this Phaero guy got himself lost or something cause he ain't there. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Landon just smiles as if the crowd was actually cheering him. LANDON MADDIX And his opponent? Well who knows... COACH They probably attacked both of them backstage. COLE I wouldn't be surprised if they did. LANDON MADDIX Since there seem to be a gap in the schedule here I know a few people who've got a few things to say... Landon is soon joined by Bruce Blank, Bloodshed and Todd Cortez who's looking the most jaded of all, due to the attack last week that left him laying. The Wildcards and Landon head to the ring, ignoring the boos of the crowd as they rain down over the four invaders. LANDON MADDIX First of all, I think a well deserved round of applause should be heard for Todd Cortez, after getting jumped on live television by those bastard Hooligans, and the "role model" himself, Zack Malibu! Landon, Bruce and Bloodshed all stand back and applause Cortez who seems touched by the sentiment. BRUCE BLANK Funny how SOME people can get a nice cushy hospital bed just for a bit of a boo-boo while Todd here can't even get his medical bills covered by the OAOAST!! LANDON MADDIX Typical for OAOAST! BRUCE BLANK Damn right it is. This federation is filled with cowards who would rather jump someone from behind when he's alone! This federation is filled with thugs and goons who'd rather INJURE than wrestle. COACH You'll have to excuse me but my Irony-meter just exploded. COLE I think these comments might have been more convincing if they didn't come from the Wildcards. BRUCE BLANK I mean Zack deliberately waited until he knew we wouldn't be around to viciously attack Todd Cortez!! I mean he tried to break the poor guy's neck? Now what kind of ANIMAL would do that? What kind of SAVAGE would try to deliberately break someone's neck? MALI-BU!! MALI-BU!! MALI-BU!! MALI-BU!! MALI-BU!! MALI-BU!! BRUCE BLANK Oh that's right cheer for the little bastard! You people just love back jumping cowards don't you? Todd takes the microphone, pausing as he waits out the crowds boos. TODD CORTEZ You think last week was supposed to scare us? You think last week intimidated any one of us in the slightest? Let me tell you something, ZACK...last week reeked of desperation. You and your new running buddies are getting down to the end of the line, and you know it. You know that no matter what you do, in the end, we find a way to get to you. To hurt you. There's no more saving face, Zack. There's nothing left to be saved...not your company, not your friends, not your family, NOT YOUR LIFE. You're not a marked man, Zack...you're just a dead man walking! MALI-BU!! MALI-BU!! MALI-BU!! MALI-BU!! MALI-BU!! MALI-BU!! BRUCE BLANK Last week Todd was here on his own because the SWF dictated that we needed to recuperate and fulfill our duties to them, and that meant I wasn't here for you Todd and I'm sorry man. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! BRUCE BLANK You know I've been going about this all wrong, I've wanted everyone to fear me... but that's too easy to do, what I'm going to do is a lot harder than fear, a lot harder than hatred. I am going to make you and everyone in the back do the ONE THING you thought you'd never do. I'm going to make you RESPECT ME!! COACH Not a chance in hell! BRUCE BLANK You don't have to like me but so help me God I'll make you respect me! To ensure that these rats can't take advantage of the SWF taking a lot of our time I have made a decision, I have made a choice - I've dedicated myself to the Wildcards and to what we're doing here in the OAOAST! COLE What's he saying!? BRUCE BLANK I've walked away from the SWF, the OAOAST has my undivided attention! COACH WHAT? BRUCE BLANK Malibu you still haven't put ME down and now I'm not distracted by anything else, now I'm OAOAST exclusive and there will be hell to pay! COLE Bruce chose the OAOAST over the SWF? COACH Man he must REALLY hate Malibu to dedicate ALL his time to it! COLE I... well I... damn. Damn. Shocked, Landon Maddix rushes over to the mic, yanking it from Bruce and excitedly questioning him. LANDON MADDIX You're not kidding? You left the SWF? Landon looks a little confused, it was news to him, but Blank simply nods his head towards his ally. BRUCE BLANK I got something important to do here Landon, I can't be distracted. And hey think of it this way, one less contender for your tag-team titles. That comments makes Landon crack a smile, he hadn't thought about that. Now he wouldn't be forced to face Bruce in the SWF any more, he could dig it. BRUCE BLANK Hooligans, Malibu... hell even Angelsault himself, with time you will all shake my hand and admit that I am the better man! The Wildcards are not wrong when they say that the OAOAST can't stop us only slow us down!! And with that Bruce throws the microphone down, marking a hasty exit for the foursome who didn't belong out here in the first place. COACH A focused, dedicated Bruce Blank here in the OAOAST? COLE I don't think I like the sound of that actually. This company has his undivided attention...and that could be the worst news for us yet. *Fade To Commercials*

They formed the Boogie Knights in '98, and even had Japanese sensation Magnum Tokyo as their third man/mascot for a time. Wright switched to the Berlyn gimmick in '99, but they reformed the team when Berlyn was dropped and Wright came back as a heel with a shaved head in 2000, after Disco turned on The Filthy Animals.

We're not friends anymore. I'm looking forward to this. A while ago there was a weak rumor they were looking at Dominic Purcell from Prison Break to star.

Duran Duran was fucking awesome live. Near 2 hour set, and they played everything with only two notable (yet minor) omissions from the set list.

FLASHBACK: This past Saturday, at Syndicated: VENTURA What's HE doing? Get some control in their, Patrick! SCHIAVONE Oh no... VENTURA Holy... Cortez, in a flash, lets go of Leon alright...but not before leaping over his back and bringing him back down to earth right on the top of his head, compressing his neck and spine as he drops him on the hard surface of the two ring aprons pushed together with the RIOT ACT PLUS~! SCHIAVONE No! NO! THIS MATCH WAS OVER! THE MATCH IS OVER! VENTURA HE JUST BROKE HIS NECK, TONY! We cut back to a live shot, rejoining Michael Cole and Coach at Sofa Central. COLE Fans, welcome back. As you just saw, this past Saturday at Syndicated...we knew what it was going into it. We knew exactly what War Games was going to turn out to be considering the emotions of everyone involved. However, no matter what blood was spilled, no matter what team won or lost, once again The Wildcards have gone too far in their efforts to break down Zack Malibu's mental stability. Leon Rodez, a man who was the first to step up and stand by Zack when many of us in this company gave up on him, is now laying in a hospital bed. His neck snapped like a twig, mercilessly, by Todd Cortez. We do understand that Leon Rodez has some motion in his extremites, so severe paralysis doesn't seem to be an issue, thankfully. However, Leon Rodez's career in the OAOAST could be over, as he has seemingly become another casulty of The Wildcards. "Oh No" by Mos Def and Nate Dogg cuts Cole and Coach off before their get-well speech can go any further, and out comes Todd Cortez, sans his running buddies Bruce Blank and Bloodshed, or even his occasional ally Landon Maddix. COLE I know that Landon Maddix for sure is licking his wounds, and that the SWF ordered he, Bruce Blank and Bloodshed to stay at home and recuperate for upcoming shows they've got, feeling as though War Games put them through enough hell this week...but now here comes the one man without a current SWF affiliation! COACH Normally they travel in a pack, and this is the last guy in The Wildcards who should be walking around alone in an OAOAST arena right now! Cortez, clad in baggy jeans and his trademark bulletproof vest thrown over a black wifebeater, rounds the corner and steals the microphone from the timekeeper's table rather easily. Hopping up onto the apron, Cortez surveys the reaction he's getting, perhaps thinking to himself how fortunate he is to be wearing that bulletproof vest. COLE This is different. Usually Blank is the one who handles the verbal duties for The Wildcards. As soon as Cortez's theme is cut, he tries to start speaking immediately, but the fans are too quick and cut him off, hurling a traditional wrestling insult his way. "ASS-HOLE!" "ASS-HOLE!" "ASS-HOLE!" CORTEZ You people can think what you want of me, I really don't give a damn, and if you think I do, then you thought wrong! I'm also not out here to make amends or offer an apology...all I'm doin' out here is layin' the cold, hard facts out for all of ya'll. See, all week long, I get dirtier looks than usual from fans. All week long, my phone is ringing, people in the wrestling industry just where I got off doing what I did to Leon Rodez. My own family, a family that whether you people believe it or not means the world to me, can't look me in the eye...and I could CARE LESS. NOW the crowd is REALLY not happy. CORTEZ Because with every action, there is a reaction. There is always a consequence. Leon Rodez acted, took it upon himself, to interject himself into the issue between Zack Malibu and The Wildcards. He painted his own face on the target at that point. It's his own damn fault for not sitting back and just letting Malibu struggle to stay alive. Instead, Leon Rodez is laying in a hospital bed somewhere, maybe he's hearing this, maybe he's not...but the fact is Leon Rodez is a victim of his own doing! It was WAR GAMES, people! The most brutal, barbaric match ever imagined...and yet you're not OK with someone walking out of it wounded? Sure, if it was me, or Bruce, or Bloodshed, or Landon, you'd be tossing streamers in this ring, celebrating with your heroes...but instead, once again, we're public enemy number one, shunned for surviving in a do or die business! I'm from the street...and I don't say it just to market myself like those two poser GPX boys...I know what it's like to have to scrap for what's mine. I know what it's like to have to earn respect, earn a name, stake your claim and keep it. I did what I had to do, what was NECESSARY, this past Saturday. I mean, c'mon now Zack...did you think there wasn't some type of plan in place for you all? Did you think that Bruce was just gonna up and let us walk into that cage blinded by rage? You don't give us enough credit. We mastermind every move we make, and just wait for your emotions to take over and slip you up. So now, you won War Games...or did you? Does having your hand raised at the end of the night mean you won, Zack? Because if you, the GPX, and poor Leon Rodez are winners...then I guess I'm happy being a loser. Cortez throws down the mic, a "thump" sound echoing throughout the arena as it hits canvas. As Cortez exits the ring, suddenly the crowd comes alive as ZACK MALIBU is storming down the aisle! Not surprised, but still disgusted, Cortez flings his shades off and rolls into the ring, removing his vest and waving Zack on for a fight! COLE It's like a weekly thing for us, but IT'S BREAKING DOWN ON HELDDOWN~! Zack slides into the ring and is immediately met with stomps to the back of the head by Cortez, who works Zack over and does his best to keep him down. COACH This is what Todd was saying about Zack's heart getting away from his head! He's walked into the lion's den! Todd pounds on Zack, both still worse for wear from last Saturday's brutal bout. Then all of a sudden, the crowd comes alive again, as more faces hit the ring! COLE It's the GPX and Jamie O'Hara! COACH It's The Hooligans, dawg! Dressed in street clothes and rushing in from the crowd, O'Hara, Static and Jax hit the ring and pounce on Cortez, beating him down three on one style! COLE This looks like a streetfight! It's a gang beatdown! Jax unstraps the belt from his jeans and takes it, wrapping it around Cortez's throat and pulling back on it, using it as a makeshift choke chain! Cortez tries to pry it loose, but as he fights, Static and O'Hara plant kick after kick in his ribcage, bruising them with every hard blow. COLE They're taking Todd Cortez out! They're avenging Leon Rodez! Cortez keeps fighting, true to his street tough style, but The Hooligans and Malibu combined are too much to handle. Zack gets up and stands over Todd as he's forced to his knees, and CRACKS him with an open palm slap across the face, then tells Jax to release the choke. COLE It's not standard action for heroes...babyfaces, if you will, to take part in this, but you've got to wonder how much pressure Zack Malibu and the GPX have put on themselves this past week, feeling as though it's their fault Leon Rodez is stuck in a hospital bed. Cortez, down on all fours and coughing, is knocked over by a hard soccer kick from Zack Malibu, who then takes the microphone that Cortez had thrown down. MALIBU You think War Games ended it, Todd? We're back at square one, esai. We are FAR FROM OVER. You come at me, my family, my friends...you hurt the people I care about, that I respect? Do you think there's any FEAR LEFT IN MY BODY? Get it straight...I'M NOT AFRAID OF BRUCE BLANK. I AM NOT AFRAID OF BLOODSHED. I'm sure as hell not afraid of Landon Maddix, and I'm not afraid of YOU. You are all my cross to bear, and I will not sit by and watch as you make everyone around me suffer. So consider this what you will...a message...a warning. Now, the heat has been turned up. I don't care if it's in an OAOAST arena. I don't care if I have to stalk your buddies around the world and show up on an SWF broadcast. You and The Wildcards, Saturday night, signed your DEATH WARRANT. Angered, Malibu slams the mic down hard into Cortez's chest, and then bails out of the ring. The Hooligans stand back and hang over Cortez, lightly kicking and mocking him, as Malibu backs up the aisleway. The OAOAST's version of vigilante tactics just took another step...one that could lead to more chaos than ever before.

The advertising campaign seems to be that they're focusing on getting the larger audience back. Every commercial I've heard seems to say something like "you're going to fall in love with this show all over again". I thought the Fight Club stuff with Ryan was...different. I didn't know how I'd like it. But I took it as that whole "what does he have left to lose" type of scenario. The life he loved, the girl he loved, taken from him in one fell swoop. The pain of the fights wouldn't even compare. I get a kick out of Kaitlin being a schemer with Luke's brothers as her two toadies. I also like how they're expanding past the core four, similar to what 90210 did. While the later days of that show were nothing compared to early seasons, at least they had established characters ready to go and become more focal points than go into panic mode and have to introduce a bunch of new characters in one fell swoop.

Shit. I was asked to go to this card, but have to work until 8pm, and I'm an hour away from Braintree.

PK, did you leave yourself with access to GCF and whatnot? Make sure you still have that.

KOAB got a legit LOL out of me.

Ah, my mistake. I assume he means Heroes of World Class. Honestly, it's one of the best documentary/shoot style wrestling DVD's I've ever seen. I may be biased because I grew up a huge fan of World Class, but you're not going to get a more honest look at a company than with this. There's really no revisionist history to be found. Everything is talked about in an open and frank manner, from the Von Erich tragedies to Gino Hernandez's coke addiction to the feelings on the death of Bruiser Brody (who was a big help to the territory both as a star and an occasional booker). Definitely recommended viewing, especially before WWE tries to recreate the history of the fed with their own release.

It's typically pretty tough to get something a year before its release date.

SCHIAVONE SON OF A BITCH! Loud booing, perhaps the most ever heard inside an arena anywhere in the world, drowns out the shriek of pain from Rodez. Malibu, infuriated, hops up on the wall of the cage, shouting at his foe...who responds by smashing the wall of the cage with the bat, sending Zack hopping back down to ringside! VENTURA We knew what this was going to be, Tony. We knew, and they sure as hell all knew. It's not surprising that Blank and his boys are looking to take it to the next level, but to have to endure what Zack has endured, and now be the one to have to sit and watch, even for those few moments, as the people who stepped up to help him are brutalized, has got to be affecting his fragile mental state! Leon, just like earlier, tucks and rolls, trying to get out of range of an assault. The barbed wire from the bat has opened up cuts on his lower torso. Blank now looks to his partner Cortez, checking on his condition, and together the two of them step out of Ring One and into Ring Two, where Jax and Static are paired off with Maddix and Bloodshed. Bloodshed pulls away from Jax, who is bleeding heavily from above his eye, and Cortez runs in and crushes him with a leaping corner splash before he and Bloodshed take an arm and whip him out of the corner, towards Blank, who stands waiting with the bat. Jax is sent forward, but he DUCKS THE BAT SHOT~! and bounces off the ropes, cracking Bruce on the rebound with his trademark YAKUZA KICK~! that staggers the big man, sending him falling back to the ropes! Jax hits the ropes again, but now Cortez and Bloodshed get in the way...only to be blasted by a double clothesline from Jax! SCHIAVONE Johnny Jax, the most recent entrant and thus the freshest for Zack's team, is taking it to the three Wildcards! Jax reaches down and picks up Bloodshed, pressing him over his head and hurling him from Ring Two back into Ring One! Before he can turn around however, Cortez crawls across the mat and hits a low blow, and Cortez and Blank then decimate him with a combination Cortez sweep kick/big boot from Blank! VENTURA The numbers game again gets put into effect, because it just took two of them to take out Johnny Jax! Angered, Static comes away from his being tied up with Maddix, and leaps onto the back of Bruce Blank! Quickly, Bruce tosses his bat aside and reaches up, snapmaring Scotty over to the canvas...and upon landing, he's prone for a basement dropkick from Cortez! The lumbering redneck hits the ropes as fast as he can, coming off and then drops his huge tree trunk leg across the throat of Scotty Static, another double team effort successful in taking out a member of the GPX! Bruce gets up and reclaims his bat, standing over Static and pressing the side of it alongside his forehead...and then quickly pulls back on it, raking the razor sharp wire across Static's face! SCHIAVONE This is torture! This is company sanctioned TORTURE! In Ring Two, Blank, Maddix and Cortez pummel the GPX mercilessly, beating on both Hooligans with vicious intent. In Ring One, both Bloodshed and Leon Rodez are wounded and aching, and Bruce Blank steps over one set of ropes, and then over the other so that he's in Ring One, looming over Zack Malibu's Usual Suspect partner. "LET ZACK IN!" "LET ZACK IN!" "LET ZACK IN!" The crowd reaction is thunderous, shouting at officials and hoping that Father Time moves faster than he has been, because Zack Malibu will be able to enter the ring and turn the tide. Malibu, desperate to get into the match, paces ringside, glaring through the holes in the cage as he has to sit by and watch his three allies suffer despite their best abilities. :10 :09 SCHIAVONE THE COUNTDOWN IS ON! VENTURA In just a few seconds, the roof is going to blow off this place, Schiavone! :06 :05 :04 SCHIAVONE He's ready, Jess, he's more ready for this than anything in his life! :02 :01 *BZZZT!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the final entrant in the contest, ZAAAAAAAACK MALIBU. Now, The Match Beyond can begin, only to end on a submission or a surrender! The crowd EXPLODES as the door swings open and Malibu races up the steps...AND GETS BLASTED WITH A BIG BOOT FROM BRUCE BLANK~! Malibu flies off the steps and down into the guardrail, and now the monsterous redneck steps out of the cage, trailing his rival! VENTURA What the...you can't leave a cage during War Games, that's the whole POINT OF IT BEING THERE! SCHIAVONE Blank didn't want Malibu coming in, but he's coming out after him! Slamming the door behind him, Blank comes and takes Malibu by the head, bringing him over to the wall of the cage and hurling him facefirst into it! Malibu bounces off the cage wall and falls on all fours, only to be doubled over with a soccer kick from the Southern sadist! SCHIAVONE There's carnage in the ring, and now there's chaos on the outside as well! Malibu struggles to get up, but as he does, Blank leans over the railing and shoves a twenty-something fan on his ass, stealing the man's ringside seat! Folding it up in his grasp, Blank brings the chair up over his head and then down onto the crown of Malibu's, the end result being a blow that echoes throughout the arena like a gunshot! VENTURA He laid him out before he even set foot in the ring, Tony! Blank stands over Malibu's body and takes the chair length-wise, ramming the edge of it down into Zack's throat and choking him out! Malibu wearily tries to fight it off, but can't do much after being knocked senseless. Suddenly, security and staff come flocking to ringside, deflecting the debris hurled by fans at Bruce Blank and try to get the redneck away from Malibu so that War Games can continue the proper way! SCHIAVONE We've got two rings surrounded by a steel cage, and an arsenal that would make a government operative jealous, and yet Bruce Blank just couldn't allow Zack Malibu to get inside those cage walls! VENTURA Blank might not look like a scholar, but he's a smart man. He came at Zack with some outside the box thinking. We knew about the obvious things tonight...the weapons, the numbers advantage, all of that was known heading in. What Zack Malibu did not expect is that the moment where he was expected to save the day, the moment where he was to shine, that he'd be blindsided and eliminated from this contest! SCHIAVONE And if he can't get into that cage, what does that mean? Will the OAOAST be able to send someone else out here? VENTURA You know anyone who WANTS that job? After being lured away from Zack, Blank reaches over and snags Michael Buffer's microphone, addressing his victim. BLANK Zacky boy! C'mon Zacky, this match can't end until we're all inside that cage together! Whaddya say we get you up and get you in there, huh? Blank motions for Zack again, but the staff keeps him at bay, as doctor's check the huge laceration across the top of his head. Blank shoves several people down, making his way to Zack, but he's driven back by the sheer number of people so that the medics can do their job. Blank laughs all this off, bickering with fans as he gets pelted with garbage. On his own will, he climbs back up the steps and opens the cage door, shouting for Zack to "come and get him"! SCHIAVONE That sick, sick son of a bitch. He's laid out Zack Malbu on the floor, and kept the numbers game in his favor...not to mention he's prolonging the matchup by doing so! VENTURA You called it torture before, Tony, and that's what he's doing. Bruce Blank has corralled the GPX and Leon Rodez, three people who decided to include themselves in Zack's war with The Wildcards, and he is punishing them for their actions! As the door shuts behind him, Blank grabs the recovering Leon Rodez in a full nelson, hoisting him off his feet and planting him with a full nelson slam on the canvas! Calmly, the big man reclaims his trusty equalizer and runs it along the wall of the cage, looking out at Zack Malibu, who is being helped to his feet down on the floor. SCHIAVONE He's so damn non-chalant about it! I don't think Blank even considers this a matter of winning or losing, as long as he can get under Zack's skin! VENTURA I'm pretty sure he's succeeded tenfold when it comes to that! In Ring Two, Maddix has Static pressed under the bottom rope, against the wall of the cage, placing his foot on his throat. Bloodshed tugs at the eyes of Johnny Jax, raking his face back as he sits on his back, and then starts viciously crossfacing him, beating him into a daze. Cortez switches off, helping both of his partners work the GPX over, until he's motioned by Blank to join him in Ring One. SCHIAVONE Blank calling for Cortez to join him now, and one can only wonder what's in store for Leon Rodez, who has taken perhaps more punishment than anyone in the ring tonight! Blank points to Leon with his bat, nodding for Cortez to bring Leon to his feet. Cortez obliges, and sets Leon in a standing headscissors. He reaches down and grabs him by the waist, yanking him up in the air...but as Leon is risen off the mat, he reaches up and grabs the roof of the cage, not allowing Cortez to bring him down! VENTURA He blocked the powerbomb attempt! Cortez pulls and pulls, and finally Leon's grip slips...BUT AS HE FALLS HE COUNTERS WITH A RANA THAT TAKES CORTEZ OVER! The crowd roars as Leon hops to his feet, but Blank swings for the fences with the baseball bat...AND IT'S DUCKED! JAB! JAB! JAB! JAB! Leon Rodez opens fire with his quick, educated right hands, but as he spins around for the parting shot, Cortez grabs him by the throat and lifts, dropping him with a modified powerbomb! SCHIAVONE URBAN ASSAULT! The crowd dies down as quickly as they picked up when Leon made his brief comeback. Cortez, after taking him down, locks the bad leg in a single leg crab, yanking on it and causing Leon to scream in pain, even as Blank comes and starts dropping elbows on his sternum! VENTURA They're doubling up on the most wounded party! This match is going to end very soon, Tony! SCHIAVONE It can't end until Zack gets in the ring! VENTURA IF Zack can get in the ring! Zack, who has been sat down and observed at ringside, finally comes to and starts shoving people away from him left and right. Medics, security, road agents, no one is safe, as Malibu starts flipping out at ringside! Malibu gets up and charges for the door, to the loudest pop you'll ever hear...and poor Charles Robinson goes FLYING as Malibu shoves him off the steps and sets into the ring himself! SCHIAVONE MALIBU IS IN! ZACK MALIBU IS UP AND IN THE RING! The bell sounds, signalling that we're now entering the final portion of the match. Fueled by the fans and his own personal rage, Malibu comes in the ring, and an unhappy Blank approaches...but stops dead in his tracks after Malibu splashes his face with something that causes the big man to scream loudly! VENTURA What the hell... With Blank frozen in place, Malibu takes what he's got and pours some on Cortez's head, causing Cortez to shout out in agony as well, and break his hold on Leon Rodez! After saving his partner, Malibu turns and blasts Blank across the head with what he's got, and then lets it fall to the canvas. The cameras close in on the object, and Malibu, ever the opportunist, swiped a bottle of ALCOHOL from the medical kit on the floor! SCHIAVONE That's a bottle of alcohol! That'll dry out any wound... VENTURA ...and blind you just as easily! Bruce Blank can't hurt what he can't see! For the first time in his life, Blank is helpless and unable to defend himself, as Malibu picks up the bat that he dropped. Standing before Blank, Zack cocks the bat back and swings, catching Bruce across the ribs! He steps over and swings again, this time cracking him between the shoulder blades and dropping him to one knee! Cortez, who wasn't blinded by the alcohol but just stunned, gets up and tries to rush Zack, but Malibu turns his head and sees him coming, and cracks the streetwise superstar with a SCHOOL'S OUT, knocking Cortez out with the fatal blow! SCHIAVONE Cortez goes down! Bruce is helpless! TEAM OAOAST IS COMING BACK! In Ring Two, Maddix has Static set up for a suplex, but Scotty blocks, and then lifts Maddix off his feet and drops him between the ropes and the cage wall, then takes the back of his head and starts ramming it repeatedly against the wall of the cage! Seeing Jax having trouble with Bloodshed, Scotty backs away from Maddix, and gets the bat from Zack, who voluntarily tosses it into Ring Two! Jax, in a last ditch effort to save himself from the assault, powers out of the corner and wraps his arms around Bloodshed's waist, shoving him forward...RIGHT INTO A RUNNING BAT SHOT ACROSS THE FOREHEAD FROM SCOTTY STATIC! VENTURA They're on the comeback trail...but why would Zack get rid of the bat? Like any good question, the answer is imminent, as within seconds, Malibu reaches into his boot and pulls out his own hidden object. Metallic with three prongs on the end of it, Zack Malibu now brandishes a FORK, and digs it into the head of Bruce Blank, peeling back his flesh with an object normally used to eat a salad! SCHIAVONE HE'S GOT A FORK! ZACK MALIBU IS CUTTING BRUCE BLANK OPEN WITH A FORK! Blank shouts and screams, but the pleas fall on deaf ears, as none of his teammates are in the shape to help him! Being that they're the only ones in the arena who actually would, Blank is shit out of luck, as Malibu goes to work, running a cut across the length of his forehead before leading him over to the ropes. Malibu takes Blank's head and presses it down on the top rope, pushing his throat hard onto it...then he leans over and tugs on the middle rope while forcing Bruce down, pulling the middle rope over the top rope and trapping Blank's head between the strands! VENTURA He's got him trapped! Blank has nowhere to go! SCHIAVONE And if he doesn't get himself untangled, he's going to run out of oxygen! Blank kicks his legs, his eyes tearing from the alcohol that has blinded him and put him in this position. With Bruce's head trapped, Malibu takes the barbed wire bat again and starts WAILING on Bruce's back, each shot ripping at his shirt and his flesh, until Malibu tears the remains of the shirt off and starts raking the bat across his back, peeling the flesh back at a rapid pace! Over in Ring Two, Static has found Bloodshed's spike, but as he picks it up, Maddix swings him around...only for Static to take his legs out from under him! Holding Landon's two legs in the air, Scotty shows the crowd the spike, and drops to his knees, jabbing the sharp point of the spike into an area that NO MAN wishes a sharp object to go near! VENTURA That's just WRONG! Maddix starts screaming and kicking to get away, but Static drags him by the legs towards the center of the ring, and threatens to make another play for the sore spot, until Maddix's panic leads to words that his allies certainly did not want him to say. "Nnnnnn...nnNOOOOOOOOOOOO...NO...I QUIT! I QUIT! I QUIT!" SCHIAVONE HE GAVE UP! LANDON MADDIX HAS SURRENDERED! THE WILDCARDS JUST LOST WAR GAMES! VENTURA There's a certain part of me that doesn't blame him, Schiavone! The bell sounds, and the fans go WILD, as Zack Malibu, Leon Rodez, and the GPX are triumphant. Immediately upon the bell sounding the door opens, and officials try to quell the madness, since there is no need for more. Malibu, of course, is the toughest to seperate, as he leans in to Bruce's trapped head and mouths in his ear the ominous words "I'm not done with you, you son of a bitch!" The cleanup crew has hit the ring, and Megan Skye rushes in, running right for Landon to check on his (and his "little friends") condition. SCHIAVONE It's madness inside the cage, because even though they've gotten the victory, they don't want to let this go! The GPX put their hands up as officials block them off from Maddix and Megan, and even Bloodshed, who sits himself up against the corner and wipes the blood from his eyes. Malibu is kept back by a wall of officials as Blank's head is freed from the ropes, and he simply collapses to the mat out of exhaustion and lack of oxygen, which has to make everyone in the arena happy. Rodez, who rolled to the spot in between rings, is helped to his feet by Charles Robinson and Nick Patrick...but as the two referees help him to his feet, Todd Cortez, recently recovered from the School's Out, comes and snags him by the head, pulling him away from the referees... VENTURA What's HE doing? Get some control in their, Patrick! SCHIAVONE Oh no... VENTURA Holy... Cortez, in a flash, lets go of Leon alright...but not before leaping over his back and bringing him back down to earth right on the top of his head, compressing his neck and spine as he drops him on the hard surface of the two ring aprons pushed together with the RIOT ACT PLUS~! SCHIAVONE No! NO! THIS MATCH WAS OVER! THE MATCH IS OVER! VENTURA HE JUST BROKE HIS NECK, TONY! Upon seeing this, Malibu bolts through the wall of people keeping him at bay, tackling Cortez to the canvas and unloading on him! Everyone tries to get Malibu off of him, but then the GPX start fighting THEM for interfering with Malibu's attack! SCHIAVONE It's chaos in the cage! Everything is going to hell! Cortez manages to roll away in the madness, with the GPX fighting through security to try and get at him, while Zack crawls over to Leon. Zack looks at him, and the cameras show a glazed look in Leon's eyes as he lays perfectly still. Malibu screams "HE'S NOT MOVING! SOMEONE HELP HIM, HE CAN'T MOVE!" as loud as he can, and time suddenly stands still. OAOAST staff stop worrying about everything and anything and rush to Leon's side, checking on him but being sure not to jar his body or move him in the slightest. The Wildcards have been led out of the cage, and despite the loss tonight, despite their condition, they know that mentally, they still came out ahead. Malibu walks to the wall of the cage and screams for a stretcher, shouting "WE NEED HELP OUT HERE! NOW!" as two more medics, wheeling a stretcher, and even Anglesault himself charge out from the back. Zack turns back to his friend, who is still motionless, while the camera cuts to a shot of The Wildcards, Maddix, and Megan, looking like they just stepped out of a car wreck...and HAPPY ABOUT IT. VENTURA Tony, I fully admit that sometimes I advocate unfair play. Win if you can, lose if you must, but always cheat. Tonight, I mean, it's par for the course for The Wildcards to cross the line, but this is uncalled for. SCHIAVONE A man's career may now hang in the balance, again due to the unfortunate plague of ultraviolence that has been let loose on the OAOAST. Zack Malibu's team walks out with a checkmark in the win column, but the real story here is that The Wildcards have once again brutalized one of the OAOAST's brightest stars. On that note, the camera cuts back to the ring, where Rodez is slowly being slide under the ropes and onto the stretcher, as the cage is lifted off the ground. Malibu and the GPX hover over the medical staff and watch on, and fans are on their feet, checking with concern. A neckbrace is fastened to Leon's neck, and it's then that the scene fades out, leaving what should have been a night of celebration to end on a somber note.

We cut back to the arena to a wide shot of the most fabled structure in wrestling, the double ring cage, which has been lowered into position. The crowd are buzzing as we get a quick tour around the cage, both outside and from out entrepid cameramen inside. Meanwhile, at the door to Ring One stands Michael Buffer, as it's time for war! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time... for your MAIN EVENT of the evening! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE Well, here we go Jesse! Roll up your socks and get ready for war! VENTURA What an atmosphere Schiavone, unbelievable! BUFFER Tonight, the personal grudge between two opposing factions will come to a head, in the environment that has been etched in wrestling folklore like no other, in WAR GAMES!! At this time, the rules of War Games. War Games consists of seven periods, with the 1st period lasting 5 Minutes. All other periods with last for 2 Minutes. The first member of each team, as specified earlier in the night, will enter the ring and the first period will begin. At the end of the five minute period, the team which wins the referee's coin toss will send in a second man, giving their team a 2 to 1 advantage. Two minutes there after, the opposing team sends in their second man, evening the odds. After period 3, the winners of coin toss sends in their third man. Teams alternate during the remaining periods until all eight men have entered War Games, at which point, The Match Beyond shall begin! The only way to win is via Submission or Surrender! There will be no pinfalls, no countouts and no disqualifications. War Games only ends when a combatants makes any one member of the opposing team surrender. With the rules out of the way, the crowd give another loud roar. BUFFER Wrestling fans, ARE YOU READY? "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... ARE... YOU... RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR - EEEEEEAAAADDYY!!?!!?!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER Then, for the thousands in attendance and the millions watching around the world on syndicated television... ladies and gentlemen... LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLET'S GET RRRRRRRRRRRRRRREADY TO RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUMBLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! "I walk a lonely road..." "The only one that I have ever known..." "Don't know where it goes..." "But it's home to me and I walk alone." The crowd collectively crap on "Boulevard Of Broken Dreams", but more specifically the four men that it plays to the ring. Leading the way is Bruce Blank, dressed for a fight and tooled up for a fight, with his trusty barbed wire baseball bat slung over his shoulder. Bruce jaws away at the fans who thrust their pro-Zack and anti-SWF signs in his path, just to wind the bigman up. Following regimently behind are Todd Cortez and Bloodshed, eyes focused ahead, not playing to the crowd at all. They're already in the proverbial 'zone', it seems. "I walk this empty street... "On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams." "Where the city sleeps... "And I'm the only one and I walk alone." But we have to go back a little further for their partner, as Landon Maddix and Megan Skye bring up the rear. And far from focused or daunted by the War Games structure, Landon is actually posing at the head of the aisle. Maddix eventually follows his three team-mates down, smugly declaring that he's 'ready for war', despite his cocky exterior. BUFFER Coming to the ring at this time, the team representing the Smartmarks Wrestling Federation! Accompanied to the ring by MEGAN SKYE! Hailing from Huron, South Dakota by way of Madrid, Spain... he weighs two hundred, fifteen pounds, LANDON "LA CUCARACHAAAAA" MMMAAAAADDIIIIIXXXXX!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" And introducing THE WWWIIILLLDCARDS! First, at two hundred, twenty-five pounds... BLLLLLOOOOODDSSSHHHHHEEEEEDD!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" From 'Hollywood Boulevard'... two hundred, twenty six pounds... "THE URBAN LEGEND" TTOOOOOODD CCOOOOORRRRRTTEEEEEZZZZZ!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" And finally, the man leading his team into battle... he is "The Redneck Superman" and already one of the most controversial superstars in OAOAST history, ladies and gentlemen, this is BBRRRRRUUUUUCCEEEEE... BBLLLLLAAAAANNKK!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" SCHIAVONE A hostile reception, no more than these four are used to after their downright despicable acts ever since The Wildcards arrived in the OAOAST at the helm of Zack Malibu. The OAOAST has never been the same since and now, they join forces with Landon Maddix, looking to destroy four of the most recognisable faces in the company's history. VENTURA For as long as I can remember, people have been trying to knock Zack Malibu off of his perch. But nobody, nobody in the history of the OAOAST has gone to the lengths that Bruce Blank has, along with his Wildcard running buddies. They made this beyond personal and they pushed Zack to the edge. Tonight might be the night they send him spiralling the rest of the way into oblivion. They may be more powerful than ever after tonight. SCHIAVONE That's not a prospect that bears thinking about Jesse. The SWF team assemble at the door to Ring Two, the closest to the announce table. Luckily, with Tony and Jesse somewhere up in the cheap-seats there's no Coach or Cole around, meaning when Bruce slams his barbed bat down for safe keeping, only the fans closest are startled. Referee Nick Patrick is the man with the short straw guarding the door, keeping his distance from the foursome as he opens the door up... ...for Landon Maddix. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Landon looks for some high-fives on his way into the cage, but only Bruce obliges. So, with a quick kiss from Megan for good luck, Landon enters the War Games structure and takes it all in. Suddenly, Landon doesn't seem so cocksure of himself. SCHIAVONE Well, this is a bit of a surprise. Landon Maddix starting out for 'Team Wildcard', 'Team SWF' if you prefer, not the man I expected to lead the way. VENTURA I'm not sure how much say he had in the decision, but you don't wanna underestimate this guy. His record in Cage Matches in that other company is virtually spotless. Tougher than he looks. Plus, it gives The Wildcards some heavier ammunition as the match goes on. As Landon runs the ropes, making sure not to get a lashing of cage on the way, the opening strains of "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward bring the crowd to their feet! It doesn't take long for Zack Malibu to lead out the squadron, to another big roar, earning the fans a glowering from Bruce down at ringside. Behind Zack is his tag team partner, Leon Rodez. Much more serious than usual, although his cammo print robe and matching cammo print ring gear might be classed as a little goofy. No goofiness behind them as The GPX complete the team. BUFFER And, introducing their opponents! Representing THE ONE AND ONLY ANGLESAULT THREAD! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER At a combined weight of four hundred and thirty seven pounds... the former OAOAST World Tag Team Champions, SCOTTY STATIC and JOHNNY "JAM" JACKSON... THE GGLLOOBBAALL PPAARRTTYY... EEEEEXXXXXCCHHAAAAANNGGEEEEE!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER From Grand Rapids, Michigan... two hundred, twenty pounds, he is one of the most beloved superstars in the OAOAST... "SILKY SMOOTH"... LLLLLEEEEEOOOOONN... RRRRROOOOODDEEEEEZZZZZ!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER And finally the team captain! Stepping into war tonight, bent on revenge, he is the most recognisable superstar in OAOAST history! The former OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion... ZZZZZAAAAACCKK... MMMMMAAAAALLLLLIIIIIBBUUUUU!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE There they are, Team OAOAST, four men who at one time or another have been both close friends and sworn enemies. Infact, The Wildcards were brought in at Zack's request to take out The GPX in the first place. Add in Rodez's former association with The GPX and the tag team wars these four have had against each other and it's a combustable team. The past is the past though and these four must put their past differences aside if they're to survive tonight. VENTURA They're not just fighting for themselves tonight, Schiavone. They're not just fighting for Zack, or Candie or baby Jenna. They're fighting for the OAOAST! For each and every one of these people in the arena, watching in TV land and for everybody in the back. And me. So they'd better get along! SCHIAVONE The history is well documented. The reasons need no further explanation. It's time for war! And will tonight be the ultimate revenge for Zack Malibu, or the demise of his legacy and perhaps the future of this company as we know it? As Zack's team make it down to ringside, the first call of duty is for Leon Rodez, to hold Zack back from starting the match on the floor! The three Wildcards begin to move around to meet them but luckily the referees and cooler heads on the teams manage to prevent a brawl on the floor. SCHIAVONE The problem for the OAOAST team is that on the SWF team, Landon has his Land Of Nod, Cortez has at least two 'patented' submission holds capable of getting the win, plus whatever Bruce and Bloodshed have in their locker. Where-as on Team OAOAST, they don't really have a submission specialist in the team. And with that the only way to win, it might be a case of improvisation, without a go-to submission hold... VENTURA That we know of. Zack and co have known about War Games for a couple of weeks now, I'd like to think they've been working on some hold or another between them that'll earn a tapout. SCHIAVONE A good point Jesse. As the OAOAST foursome take their place by the door, off comes the robe as it'll be Leon Rodez to enter at number one! Rodez climbs into the doorway and fires up the crowd. He then takes a last pep-talk from Zack before weaving in through the ropes, the door shutting behind him... *DINGDINGDING!* ...and the bell sounding to signal the start of War Games! SCHIAVONE Rodez and Maddix to start, meeting for the first time since their battle at AngleSlam which "La Cucaracha" came up on the winning end of. From opposite rings Landon and Leon get their first looks at one another and predictably enough, the insults start flying as Leon steps out of Ring One and scrambles into Ring Two, trying to avoid being jumped in the process. He needn't worry though. As soon as Leon gets into Ring Two, Landon has gone the other way, escaping to Ring One and encouraging his adversary to 'calm down'. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Leon is quick to reverse and go back to Ring One though... ...but by the time he gets there, Landon is sneaking back into Ring Two. VENTURA Looks like Landon's stalling for time. But he ain't gonna be able to run for five minutes, surely! SCHIAVONE He might just be trying to lure Leon in here Jess. VENTURA Well he's doing it with the wrong guy if he is. No chance of Leon losing his cool. Left alone in Ring One Leon climbs up to the middle rope and encourages Landon to join him, but The Next Generation is passing the opportunity up. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Realising he's wasting his time, Leon steps over and out onto the apron, rushing into Ring Two. Landon scrambles out towards Ring One, but Leon has caught on to his cat and mouse game by now and ducks right back out towards the other ropes, covering that option. Both men are now faced off on the apron and it seems the cat has caught the mouse. Maddix panickily ducks right, then ducks left, faking an entry into Ring Two, before ducking right again...and getting caught with a clothesline, sending him spiralling over the top and into Ring One with a thud! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" VENTURA Alright, now we're getting started! Landon sits back up and begs off from Leon as finally both men are in the same ring. And Maddix's escape route is blocked by the small matter of a steel mesh wall, backed up against the cage as he looks for a time-out. No chance. Leon catches him with a boot to the gut and whips La Cucaracha off the other side, catching him on the rebound with a BAAAACKbody drop, Landon clipping the cage roof on the way up and down! With a clutch of the back Maddix comes right back up, still looking for that elusive time-out. His guard is otherwise down though, earning him a jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! With a quick 360 of the crowd, Rodez blows the kiss to all... *SMACK!* ...and LANDS the enziguri, flipping Maddix inside out! SCHIAVONE Mama Said Knock You Out! And Leon Rodez might have done just that! Despite being down, dazed and looking up at the lights, the first thing Landon does is lift his arms overhead and call for a time-out. Rodez is determined to make him learn eventually though and hauls him up by the hair. Bruce is furious on the outside, yelling at his 'partner' to fight back... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...as Leon fires off a knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...a second. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and a third! Landon is left on rubbery legs in the centre of Ring One as Leon points to the cage wall and openly asks, "Shall I?" The pounding on the cage wall from The GPX suggests he should, so Leon grabs Maddix by the hair and runs him in... but Maddix throws up his hands, latching onto the links of the cage, DESPERATELY blocking a face-first meeting with the steel! SCHIAVONE Rodez trying to bring the cage into play, but not if Maddix can help it! With his face inches away from the steel Maddix's arms are shaking as he clings on for all he's worth. Eventually he manages to throw an elbow back and catch Rodez in the abdomen, releasing himself and allowing him to turn the tables and throw Leon in... but Leon blocks as well! VENTURA It's every these two can do to prevent eating that cage! SCHIAVONE Every female fan watching is praying right now at home. VENTURA And probably some guys. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Managing to hold out from a face-grating experience just feet above his team-mates on the outside, Rodez finally shrugs away Maddix's grip... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and lashes him with another knifedge chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and another! Rodez changes it up with a hard right hand next and knocks Landon down, giving him time to retreat to the corner. Up to the top rope he goes, waiting on Landon to turn back around. Turn around he does, but with Megan warning him of what's waiting, prompting him to rush at the corner and The Silky Smooth One perched up high. Thinking quickly, Leon reaches up and grabs the roof of the cage though, pulling himself up, just as Maddix crashes sternum first into the turnbuckles!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE Amazing athleticism! VENTURA And he lands back on the ropes too, tremendous! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Sure enough, Leon is back on the top. And as Maddix stumbles back out into the centre of the ring, Rodez soars off the top, managing to avoid clipping the roof as he wipes out La Cucaracha with a Ricky Steamboat esque Crossbody Block!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Rodez rolls right through and back to his feet with a grin for everybody in attendance. Not grinning are any of The Wildcards, with Megan nervously pounding the cage, trying to encourage Landon to get his game together. Right now, that's easier said than done though. Clearly winded, Landon crawls away towards Ring Two and that time-out he seems so desperate for. Rodez is quick to deny him yet again though as he grabs a hold of Maddix's boot and drags him back inside Ring One. And as if Landon wasn't winded enough already... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...there's a knifedge chop in his future! SCHIAVONE Leon, laying them in with a little extra sauce for the OAOAST! VENTURA What does that even mean? With his chest reddening, Maddix backs off into a corner and tries to catch a breather. Leon is right in on him though and climbs up to the middle rope, pinning The Next Generation in and raining down the right hands! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" ...wait for it... "TEN!" Hopping off the ropes, Leon wrings out the arm and whips Maddix across the ring and into the opposite corner. Bumping out, the already struggling Landon takes a punch deep in the gut, doubling him over in mid-ring as Leon hits the ropes. Making sure not to hit the cage on the way, back rebounds Leon with a high Million $ Kneelift! One lucky fan at ringside gets a souvenir for the evening; one of La Cucaracha's front teeth. And Landon might be getting his own souvenir of the night soon as well, that being a big-ass scar on his forehead, as Leon grabs him behind the head and directs him towards the wall of the cage! VENTURA What's he waitin' for, do it already! SCHIAVONE Leon, looking to see which side of the crowd wants it more! Eventually The Silky Smooth One decides on the north side, scooping Landon up over his shoulder and preparing to spear him into the steel. However, the hesitation gives Landon some time to come back to his senses and as Leon charges him towards the cage, Landon manages to slither down the back and escape. Leon puts on the brakes just short of the cage wall and wheels around to make good on his mistake... ...and gets thumbed in the eye!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" VENTURA Costly mistake by Rodez there. He took way too much time and it might just cost his team big-time, because he had everything going his way until now! Maddix has finally got some offence in, but his team are far from impressed. Bruce even goes so far as to yell at his team-mate to "Stop fightin' like a dang girl!", as he slouches over the ring ropes and gets his breath back. Dropping to one knee, Maddix then starts to fiddle with his right boot whilst Rodez is blindly feeling his way around the ring, being directed by The GPX. To be fair, Leon is only lacking vision in one eye. Which means he can see Landon coming towards him, but also means he can't react in time... ...AS MADDIX THROWS A HANDFUL OF POWDER INTO THE EYES!! VENTURA WOAH! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" SCHIAVONE Faceful of powder and now Leon is even more incapacitated! And not surprisingly, Team SWF taking advantage of there being No Disqualifications to get ahead tonight! VENTURA It's war Schiavone, sometimes you've gotta fight dirty to win! As the cloud of powder hangs over the ring, Leon is left blindly swinging out at thin air. Maddix keeps his distance as the fists fly, waiting to pick his spot (through the smoke), which he does with a boot to the gut. Maddix then goes to work with clubbing forearm after clubbing forearm, making up for the early dominance of his opponent as he now beats him down to his knees. Shoving Rodez into the corner nearest the door, and his team-mates, Maddix then places a foot across the throat and starts to choke the life out of The Silky Smooth One, with Zack and The GPX just inches away but unable to help due to the cage wall in their way. Which becomes even more frustrating, as Maddix spits through the cage at the trio, sending Scotty Static into a rage as he leaps onto the cage and has to be pulled down by his partners! VENTURA That's really classy, huh? SCHIAVONE I don't think class is in Landon Maddix's vocabulary. The GPX can't get involved yet, but I've got a feeling Landon might regret that in due course. Pulling Leon out of the corner, Landon avoids another wild swing and goes to the gut with a knee. Snapmare puts Leon on his BUTT, leaving him wide open... *SMACK!* ...for a PUNTING kick, right to the spine! *SMACK!* ...and a second Dragon kick! Taking a step back to admire his handiwork, the red boot mark on Leon's back, Landon carefully measures him for what looks like a third kick. But at the least moment, Maddix fakes out on the kick and tumbles overhead, tweaking the neck with a Perfect Neck Snap! SCHIAVONE In the midst of all the spectacle and the feud between Bruce and Zack, we've got some smart wrestling here. Maddix realises that to win War Games, you need to earn a submission. And the Land Of Nod, his patented submission hold, works on the neck. VENTURA Picking a bodypart and working it over, as fundamental as wrestling gets. Rolling to his feet, Maddix spits and swats some imaginary gum. VENTURA And the cockiness to boot. Not what you're looking for in War Games, but who am I to complain about that? Maddix follows up with some boots, aiming for the neck now, a definate bullseye on Rodez's body. With a quick paintbrush across the face, Maddix then pulls The Silky Smooth One to his feet, locking him into a cravat! The Wildcards don't seem completely impressed again as Bruce can be seen asking Megan what her man is doing, putting on a headlock when there's a cage around waiting to be used. But Landon clearly knows what he's doing. Or, at least, what he wants to do. Because as he wrenches on the neck Rodez starts to rally! Zack, Static and Jax are all shaking the cage wall, routing behind Rodez as he comes up from his knees to his feet and buries in an elbow. Another. And a third, escaping the modified headlock. Maddix pops him with a quick forearm to keep control though, before grabbing top and tail, running Rodez in by the hair and the tights... *CLANG!* ...FACE-FIRST INTO THE CAGE WALL!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" SCHIAVONE The steel is tested for the first time tonight and sure enough, steel wins out against flesh. Frustrated at having to stand and watch helplessly, Zack turns away as The Wildcards are finally happy with their adopted brethren. Until he flashes a thumbs up their way, prompting Bruce to yell at him from across the way to stay on Rodez. Maddix does just that, putting the boots to the back of Leon's neck. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" The chants seem to spur on Maddix more than anything as he speeds up with the stomps. Once Rodez's signs of fight have disappeared, Maddix then pulls him up and takes aim... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...with a knifedge chop, returning the favour from earlier! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...make it two! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and that's the trio! Rodez is backed up towards Ring Two now as Maddix lands another forearm, dropping him back against the ropes. With a desperation kick out Leon manages to keep Landon at bay for a moment, but in the next moment Maddix has lunged forward and grabbed a hold of the face, starting to rip and tear away to fend Leon off! SCHIAVONE Make no mistake, Maddix does have a meanstreak. Leon manages to push Maddix away, but he comes right back with a couple of sharp kicks to the ribs. Grabbing hold of the arm, Landon pulls Leon off the ropes and glances behind him. Seeing a cage wall. And smiling. Maddix quickly lands a forearm before setting Rodez up and whipping him across the ring, full pelt towards the cage. But although the back of Leon's head does strike the cage, he manages to absorb it, just enough to come stromin back and MOW Landon down with a clothesline!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" SCHIAVONE Wow, what a clothesline! VENTURA A sudden explosion of energy and both men are down, centre of the ring! The perfect time, it seems, to get the formality of the coin toss over and done with. Getting the singla from the back, Charles Robinson produces a coin from his pocket and getting a nervous Zack's attention, he asks him to call. Bruce is left to complain across the other ring as to why he isn't getting to call, but they fall on deaf ears. Meanwhile, Zack gives a call of 'heads', as the coin bounces onto the arena floor... ...and as Team OAOAST peer in... ...their heads sink, as it comes up TAILS! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the coin toss are THE WILDCARDS... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" BUFFER ...giving them the next entrant into this match. SCHIAVONE And that is bad news for Leon Rodez, because once these initial five minutes are up, he's going to be in a two on one disadvantage! VENTURA He ain't got much time either, we're about three and a half, four minutes gone already. He needs to try and take out Maddix before that clock runs down. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Both men are coming back to their feet now and the tension on Zack and The GPX's faces have risen as they encourage Leon on. It seems Landon has heard the announcement though and he decides to go back to Plan A, crawling off towards Ring Two and looking to stall for time. Rodez can't afford to be lured towards that ring though and he manages to catch Landon just in time, dragging him back into Ring One and spinning him around... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...into a chop! But despite the beat-red chest, Landon fires back... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and retaliates with a chop of his own! :20 SCHIAVONE Twenty seconds left until The Wildcards get a second man! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...chop by Leon! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...chop by Landon! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...chop by Leon! Sensing the tides aren't flowing his way, Landon looks to cut the chop exchange short as he goes to the eyes... ...but straight out of a Three Stooges sketch, Leon blocks with the edge of his hand, and POKES LANDON IN THE EYES! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" :10 :09 As the counter ticks down in the corner of the screen, Leon takes a quick step back and winds up for a clothesline... :08 ...but despite the stinging eyes, Landon sees it coming and drops low... :07 ...clipping out Rodez's right knee! "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" SCHIAVONE Oh no! He got him in the knee! :06 VENTURA Just like AngleSlam, Rodez's injury comes back to haunt him! :05 :04 :03 As Rodez catches himself just short of planting face-first into the mat he hobbles off into a corner, trying to adjust the brace on the knee. Maddix follows right in though and like a shark that smells blood he zones in on the knee with some quick, hard stomps. On the outside Leon's team-mates despair at the turn in fortunes... :02 ...as outside Ring Two, Todd Cortez has stripped off the bulletproof vest and gets a last peptalk from Bruce Blank. :01 *BZZT!* As the buzzer goes Patrick unbolts the door and the fired up Urban Legend climbs into the fray! BUFFER Now entering War Games, representing The Wildcards... TODD CORTEZ!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Quick as a flash Cortez flies through Ring Two and towards Ring One. But as soon as he steps to the apron he's called to a stop by Maddix, who has hung the right knee of Leon Rodez up across the middle rope and just finished putting the boots to it. He wastes no time in dishing out the orders to his just entered partner as he yells at him to "go for the knee". And Cortez does just that, running down the aprons and burying his foot into the trapped knee! SCHIAVONE Things couldn't be much worse for Leon Rodez right now. He's been in the action for five minutes already, his bad knee is being picked apart and he's now in a two on one situation. And those two just happen to be former SWF Tag Team Champions Landon Maddix and a 100% fresh Todd Cortez, formerly known as Martial Law. VENTURA Ah, but there is some good news Tony. SCHIAVONE Which is? VENTURA Well, rumour in the back is, he just saved a bundle on his car insurance by switching to Geico! HAHA! Maddix is happy to kick back and let Cortez take over. He even goes so far as he to lounge up onto the top rope, while Cortez puts the boots to the knee in the corner, Rodez unable to defend himself. SCHIAVONE Jesse please, this is bad news for the OAOAST right now! Leon's got to hold out for two minutes, two on one! VENTURA In all seriousness, there is some hope. These two aren't best buddies, so maybe they'll bust up here. It doesn't seem that way for now as Cortez now drags Leon out of the corner and snapmares him over, grabbing the right leg and stomping into the back of the knee. Keeping the leg pinned up, Todd then calls on Landon. Out of his makeshift hammock comes La Cucaracha, onto the middle rope as he soars off with a kneedrop, driven into the hamstring and leaving Leon writhing in agony! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" All the crowd support in the world isn't going to help now as Cortez and Landon circle their prey like vultures, taking their turns kicking out at the helpless Rodez. SCHIAVONE Team SWF getting the luck of the coin-toss here Jess and it's looking bleak all of a sudden. VENTURA Well, I fully expect Bruce to come in number four, so he's fresh as possible for Zack. So these four have got a good line-up going. You've got Landon and Todd, former partners, with Todd's partner Bloodshed probably in next, followed up by Bloodshed's partner Blank. Obviously they've thought about the line-up long and hard to get the best out of their team. The GPX are stewing on the floor, but Zack is trying to keep his cool, willing Leon to find the strength to fight back. He doesn't seem to be finding it though, as Cortez retreats into Ring Two. With a beaming smile, Landon then encourages the rest of Team OAOAST to wave goodbye to Leon, as he's thrown unceremoniously out of Ring One, collected in Ring Two by Cortez. And now Bruce and Bloodshed can get a closer look as Cortez scoops his opponent up, slamming him in the centre of the ring. Landon watches on from the outside of the ring, as Cortez lands a stinging kick to the back of the knee, then takes a jump past Rodez and wrenches the leg in a direction it really shouldn't go! SCHIAVONE They're just picking apart that knee now. Maybe it wasn't smart to send Leon, the man on the team with the lingering injury, into War Games first up. Entering the ring, Landon snatches the right leg while Cortez takes the left, his partner taking the lead as he starts counting down from five. As he reaches one, it leads to a very painful experience for Rodez as Landon and Todd make a wish, splitting Leon's nether regions in directions they really shouldn't go! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" MADDIX C'MON PORNSTAR, WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW, HUH? Landon puts on the badmouth and it gets him a jab in the gut. He quickly shrugs it off though and boots Leon upside the head to quell his fire. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Landon now pulls Leon back up and stabs out at the knee with a kick. Around hops Leon on the good leg, swinging out at Landon in hope of suckering him with a punch. Maddix keeps ducking and diving out of reach though, buying time while Cortez sneaks up behind and lands a kick to the knee. Down to the other knee drops Leon, only to be pulled back up by Maddix who slides behind and drops him with a quick kneebreaker! Landon then hands him off to Cortez, who pulls The Silky Smooth One over with a Dragon Screw legwhip! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" SCHIAVONE This has to be the longest two minutes of Zack's life. VENTURA And The GPX. Like Bruce, I seriously doubt Zack'll be in before position four, when he can be fresh for their inevitable battle. With a wry smile, Maddix calls for a high-five from his partner. Cortez just looks at him like he's crazy but Maddix is so insistant that he eventually obliges, tagging hands and causing Landon to smile like a kid with the run of a candy store. SCHIAVONE There's definately some underlying tension there. Cortez takes a sideways glance at Maddix and shakes his head, as he blindly reaches behind him for a clutch of Rodez. However in turning his back he opens himself up to The Silky Smooth One, Rodez shoving him in the back... *CLUNK!* ...causing Cortez and Maddix to clock heads! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Maddix goes tumbling out through the ropes and out onto the aprons, while Cortez stumbles backwards. He goes right into Leon, who hopping on one foot can't risk doing too much. A right hand finds the mark. Another. Three, four, five... and a 'flying' forearm, knocking Cortez down but also giving himself a jarring landing. He hops back up to his feet though and fires up the crowd, getting a second wind! SCHIAVONE Leon, with the weight of the OAOAST behind him, is gallantly fighting the odds! VENTURA Now, what he ought to do is take a breather. Find a corner, fend whoever comes close off and wait for his team-mate's entry into the cage. That would be the mark of a lesser man though. Lesser, Leon is not. Instead he takes it to Cortez, *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...with the much used knifedge chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and now, even more much used! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and yet MORE much used! The chops avoid the problem of using the knee of course, but the irish whip that follows doesn't, Leon having to gut through the pain as he whips Todd into the turnbuckles. Unable to run in, Rodez instead waits on Cortez to stumble out. A back elbow stuns him, setting up what seems to be Feedback THIS, the Sliced Bread #2. Cortez puts the blocks on it though and grabs a waistlock, lifting Rodez up for a German Suplex... ...but Leon's feet hit Landon on the apron... ...and that buys him time to kick back and HIT the Feedback THIS!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Away rolls Cortez to recouperate, Bruce suddenly not so confident of how things are developing. Rodez hobbles back up and looks to go after Maddix. As he approaches him by the ropes though, in through the ropes sneaks Landon's leg, jabbing Rodez in the knee! SCHIAVONE Again to the knee! VENTURA That knee's gonna cause Rodez problems all through War Games, guaranteed. As Rodez falls to tend to the knee, Maddix checks to see if he's been busted open. Luckily for Megan he hasn't been though, so he's safe to carry on with the match, grabbing Rodez in a front facelock and setting him up for a suplex out onto the combined aprons! :10 :09 :08 As the timer winds down to entrant 4 and some assistance, Rodez tries desperately just to hang on and block. The arms and legs are wrapped around the ropes and no matter how hard Maddix tries, he can't lift Leon over! :07 :06 :05 SCHIAVONE We're going to even the odds in five seconds! :04 :03 Maddix is getting frustrated now and in his anxiety to get the suplex off, he climbs up to the middle rope, looking for some extra height and leverage... :02 :01 ...but even that isn't helping, as the door opens, the crowd rise... *BZZT!* ...and like a MAN POSSESSED, Scotty Static dives into the fray!! BUFFER Now entering War Games, representing The OAOAST... SCOTTY STATIC!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Through Ring One, Static bypasses Landon for the moment as he vaults into Ring Two. Cortez is just reaching his feet as Static enters the ring and sure enough, Static hones right in on The Urban Legend. A spear tackles Todd to the ground, Static getting into the spirit of War Games as he mounts Cortez and goes WILD with a flurry of hard right hands!! Jax is going equally as wild on the outside cheering his partner on, as Static now lets up and rushes across the ring, giving the Ring Two door a kick and pointing a finger down at Bruce Blank! VENTURA Don't worry about him, worry about the guys in the cage! Static does just that now, as he spots Landon STILL trying to get the suplex off. Seeing The GPXer rushing towards him, Maddix panics and drops hold of Rodez. But before he can do anything offensive, he gets caught with a dropkick from Static, sending Maddix flying back off the middle rope... ...into the opposite ring's ropes... ...WHERE HE GETS TIED UP, ANDRE STYLE!! MADDIX NOOOOOOO! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE And now it's two on one in Team OAOAST's favour! Maddix is tied up and going nowhere! With Maddix out, Static goes after Cortez... *CLANG!* ...AND SENDS HIM FACE-FIRST INTO THE CAGE!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Maddix can only look on despairingly now, as Static takes Cortez again, and like a rubber ball... *CLANG!* ...HE BOUNCES HIM INTO THE STEEL AGAIN!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Down goes Cortez, Maddix trying and failing to free himself from the ropes as Rodez watches on in amusement. MADDIX (voice cracking) IS THAT THE BEST YOU'VE GOT!?!?! Apparantly not, as Static and Rodez exchange a look, a nod, before exiting out onto the apron collectively! Maddix freaks out and starts to re-think opening his big mouth. Too late, naturally. But still. Wild kicks from Landon do no good and neither does begging for some mercy, as Static grabs a handful of Landon's blond locks and balls up the fist. But no! Rodez stops Static and encourages him to "leave it to me", as he balls up his elbow(?) and rains down a Bionic Elbow across the top of Maddix's unprotected dome! Another Bionic Elbow! Another! "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" "TEN!" SCHIAVONE Leon Rodez gettin' funky like a spunky monkey, with a little Dusty Rhodes persuasion, if you wiiiiill! Not all that receptive to his partner's attack, Static unhooks the ropes and drags Landon out. With a pat on Leon's back he then tells him to "watch this", as he grabs a handful of Landon's hair and runs on down the aprons. Landon is dragged along for the ride and sent on another ride, as Static throws him... ...Maddix soaring OVER the ringposts... *CLANG!* ...AND RIGHT INTO THE CAGE!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE Scotty Static has knocked the intensity up a notch here! Man alive! Head rebounding off the solid steel bars connecting the cage between the two ringposts, Maddix collapsing back down the aprons. And as he sits back up, a loud scream pierces through the arena. The scream coming from Megan Skye, as she sees blood beginning to pool up right across Maddix's hairline!! SCHIAVONE And we have the first casualty of War Games!! Blood has been drawn and it's that of Landon Maddix!! VENTURA The first, but I doubt it'll be the last Schiavone! Static shows no let-up and pulls Maddix back up again, hurling him up over the top into Ring One. Meanwhile Leon steps back into Ring Two and for the first time in the match, the action has spilled into both rings at once, putting the intrepid directors into overdrive. Static targets the cut on Landon's head with right hands, while Leon goes after Cortez in the opposite ring. "O - A - O - A - S - T!" "O - A - O - A - S - T!" "O - A - O - A - S - T!" "O - A - O - A - S - T!" Team OAOAST are in the ascendancy now, with Scotty Static dominant in Ring One. Ruthlessly he digs his fingers into Landon's cut before adding in some TEETH, BITING Landon to the horror of Megan Skye on the floor! Static eventually comes up for air and spits a wad of The Next Generation's blood and flesh into the rabid crowd, as Maddix's forehead is now stained red, the blood flowing freely! VENTURA We've got a gusher! Meanwhile, Rodez has got Cortez. But despite the collisions with the cage he took Cortez has something left, cutting Leon off and lifting him up over the shoulder, dropping forward with the Sitout Spinebuster! Still holding onto the legs, Cortez then climbs up and steps through, lacing up the legs and applying The Sharpshooter on Rodez!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" So immersed in his battle is he, Static doesn't even notice the problem. And as he deals with Maddix, Leon is left to deal with the Sharpshooter alone! And with no rope breaks and no partner to save him... *TAPTAPTAPTAP!* ...RODEZ STARS TAPPING OUT!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" VENTURA Rodez is tapping! And look at Bruce, he loves it! Hearing the sound of tapping, Cortez pretty instinctively lets go of The Sharpshooter. Bruce gives his partner the big thumbs up, but is soon telling Cortez to get back on Static, prompting Cortez to leave Ring Two and go after The GPXer. VENTURA Rodez tapped out right there Tony and Zack's face has sunk. SCHIAVONE But Rodez tapping doesn't matter until all eight men are in. VENTURA Not true! Sure, it doesn't earn a submission yet, but it means that Leon Rodez is there for the taking. Team OAOAST are virtually a three man team now. Not only do they have to concentrate on themselves, they have to worry about guarding Rodez at all times, because if that submission goes on that knee he's gonna be tapping! SCHIAVONE Not neccessarily Jess. Leon might have tapped only because he knew it wouldn't lose him the match and to get Cortez to release the hold. VENTURA Maybe, but the pain on his face right now says different. Rodez rolls across the canvas, tucking himself under the bottom rope and against the wall of the cage, as he howls in pain about his injured knee. With Leon incapacitated, Cortez takes a final glare at him to make sure he's not crying wolf, before heading back into Ring One to double up on Scotty Static. SCHIAVONE Leon is hurting, and right now Team OAOAST also run the danger of having another man succumbing to too much damage. The Wildcards and Maddix have the odds in their favor, but with Leon down and only Scotty carrying the load, they also have to worry about the inevitable, upcoming entrance of the third man! Static fires a bloody Landon into the corner, and charges in, but eats boot on the charge, driving him away. He stumbles back and spins around, but ducks a Cortez lariat at the last second...the momentum of which carries in the corner, causing him to crush his own partner! Todd falls back as Landon slumps to a seated position, and Scotty follows up with a back suplex on the Urban Legend! He hops up to his feet and charges the corner immediately, driving his knee into Landon's bloody face, staining his own ring gear with the plasma of the egotistical outsider. Taking a page out of Landon's book, Scotty backs up as he stands over him, then hocks a loogie right into Landon's face, causing Megan to screech in disgust! If she thought that was bad, however, she probably hoped it stopped there, because next thing you know, Scotty does the same to her through the wall of the cage, causing a HUGE freak out at ringside! VENTURA That's one thing about those Hooligans, Tony...they don't give a damn about man, woman, or child. If you step to them, your ass is considered on their hit list! With Landon down, it's one streetfighter against another, as Todd starts getting up, only to be met with a HARD slap across the left side of his face...and a second to the right, before Static ducks and scoops Todd up by the waist, dropping him crotch first on the ring ropes! Cortez winces in pain, and then Scotty shoves him off, down into the crevice between the two rings, getting Todd out of his way so that he can focus on Maddix once again! SCHIAVONE Static is plotting his attacks accordingly, and without exerting too much effort. He's doing enough to get one man out of the way so that he can switch off in quick succession, not giving his opponents time to recover from the prior assault! Static moves towards the corner, and just as he does the countdown begins for the next entrant in the contest. :10 :09 :08 VENTURA We're going to be coming up on what SHOULD be a three on two, but is going to be more like a three on one advantage, Tony. Scotty Static might be having an easy time of it right now, but Leon has barely moved in the last few moments, and we're literally seconds away from one of the two more sadistic members of The Wildcards squad entering the ring! Landon comes up out of the corner, wiping the spit, sweat, and blood from his brow so that he can see clearly...see Static about to blast him with a European uppercut, that is! Landon falls back into the corner just as the buzzer sounds, and Static turns towards the door, waiting for what comes next. BUFFER Now entering War Games, representing The Wildcards...BLLLLLLOODSHEDDDDD! Despite his ability to inflict and absorb pain, the typically silent assassin of The Wildcards is not respected in the least, and the packed house lets him know that. Not that he cares, as he keeps his stoic demeanor in check as he rounds the cage and walks up the steps, into the ring...AND GETS TACKLED INTO THE CORNER BY SCOTTY STATIC! SCHIAVONE He's not wasting any time, Jess! The crowd erupts as Static jumps Bloodshed, pinning him in the corner and drilling him with shoulderblocks to drive the wind out of him immediately as he enters! Bloodshed clubs Static over the back, trying to beat him into a break, but it's not until Cortez and Maddix come over and pry Scotty back, holding him by the arms. Bloodshed recovers, and reaches down into the side of his boot, pullling out a familiar object that causes the fans to gasp in horror. VENTURA He's got that spike of his, and it looks like he's gonna start practicing for Thanksgiving on Scotty Static's forehead! Bloodshed inches forward, as Scotty is held at bay by the former Martial Law...but Static kips up, planting both of his feet into Bloodshed's chest to drive him back! He uses the momentum to float over, landing on his feet and snapping both Todd and Landon to the canvas with a double Russian legsweep, drawing a huge pop from the crowd! SCHIAVONE WHATTAMOVE~! Scotty Static is carrying the load for his team right now, and... "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" SCHIAVONE NO! God, no! He just drove that spike into his head! The celebration is short lived, as the stunned Bloodshed recovers just as Scotty gets to his feet, and jabs his sharp metal weapon into the head of Static, dropping him to the canvas! Bloodshed drops to his knees and cradles Scotty's head, taking the spike and carving a gash into the Hooligan's forehead, drawing an agonizing yell from the outspoken Static! SCHIAVONE We've still got about a minute until Johnny Jax can legally enter the cage! Rodez is on the far side of the second ring, still licking his wounds, and now Scotty Static is at the mercy of these three men, at one point collectively creating the stable known as Martial Law! VENTURA And at that time, Bloodshed was a completely different man. His shift in attitude has done no favors for people like the GPX, Leon Rodez, or Zack Malibu. The man is homicidal, suicidal... SCHIAVONE I'm gonna stop you right there, lest we get sued for copyright infringment! VENTURA Fair enough. But you get the picture! After digging the spike into his head, Bloodshed pulls Scotty up, dragging him to the wall of the cage that both Jax and Zack are peering through. With a sick grin, Bloodshed looks down at his foes, then takes Scotty's face, already a crimson mask, and starts raking it from side to side along the wall of the cage! SCHIAVONE He's sick! He's taunting them with their own partner's condition! He LOVES what he's doing! VENTURA He considers himself a Picasso, or a Van Gogh...the only thing is that he paints with blood and our rings are his canvas! Jax pounds the wall of the cage, desperately waiting to be let into the cage. Maddix and Cortez are up, with Todd directing traffic, telling Landon to keep back, while he awaits Jax's entry. :10 :09 :08 :07 :06 :05 :04 :03 :02 :01 BZZZT! SCHIAVONE And the odds are about to be evened once again! The door swings open, and the powerhouse of The Hooligans charges into the cage, immediately trading blows with Todd Cortez! Jax, fueled with fire and rage, takes Todd by the head and simply biels him into the wall of the cage, sending the Hispanic superstar bouncing off the mesh and back onto the canvas! He turns to Landon Maddix, who puts his hands up in surrender and starts to back off, ducking out of Ring One and into Ring Two, pleading for mercy to Johnny Jax. As he backs away, the crowd comes ALIVE, and so does Leon Rodez, as although he's hobbled, he's now up on his feet...AND LANDON MADDIX BACKS RIGHT INTO HIM! VENTURA Uh oh. Maddix, knowing the predicament he's in right now, takes a deep gulp before Rodez shoves him forward, right into a HARD spinebuster that leaves an impression of the smarmy superstar in the ringmat! Back in Ring One, Bloodshed tries to use the spike once again, but Static clutches his wrist, desperately pushing the spike away as it comes dangerously close to him...and a well placed kick doubles Bloodshed over, since he's got the same weak spot as all males do...and now Static takes possession of the spike! Scotty wastes no time in seeking redemption for what's happened to him in this contest so far, as he starts digging the spike into the flesh of the sadistic superstar, drawing blood! SCHIAVONE We knew it wouldn't be pretty. We knew it was going to be violent, and not for the squeamish. We have seen a tremendous amount of blood spilt thus far, and we aren't even close to being done with this contest! Bloodshed tries to shy away, grunting under his breath as Scotty backs him into a corner, opening him up with that spike. As he continues to dig into him, Blank moves over to where Cortez is shaking off the cobwebs, feeling at the the blood dripping from his forehead. Through the mesh wall, Blank slips Cortez something, ordering him to get up...and when Todd does get up he creeps behind Static, taking a chain and wrapping it around his neck! VENTURA Now there's a chain in play, and Static is being choked out! Scotty kicks his legs, and manages to twist his body so that he can have an easier time at fighting free...and manages to shove Cortez towards the ropes...or rather, into a YAKUZA KICK~! from Johnny Jax, who has bolted into Ring One to aid his partner! Bloodshed bounds out of the corner, shrieking as he charges Jax, but Johnny sidesteps him and cradles him under his arm, dropping him to the mat with a HUGE side slam, knocking the wind out of Bloodshed! With those two down, Static takes the length of chain and wraps a bit of it around his fist, then lets the rest dangle, and he uses it as a makeshift whip, wailing on both Cortez and Bloodshed! Back in Ring Two, Maddix has struggled back to his feet, but Leon takes him by the head and leads him to the corner, smashing his head into the top turnbuckle repeatedly before he gets pulled by...and then hurled shoulder first between the middle and top turnbuckle, smashing his right shoulder into the ringpost! Landon slumps down in the corner, totally spent, as Rodez pulls him out and then sets him up on the top rope. He reaches up and pulls Landon down into a Tree of Woe, then delivers a few stomps and kicks to his chin for good measure. Too tired to fight out of it, Landon dangles in the Tree of Woe as Leon steps into Ring One, taking the chain from Static and wrapping it around Cortez's neck! A lariat from Jax dumps Bloodshed over the ropes and into the small space between rings, and now Jax and Static look at each other, noticing that Landon is all by his lonesome with no one to play with! SCHIAVONE All that's left are the captains of each team, with Bruce Blank entering next to give his team a brief advantage before Zack Malibu comes in and all hell breaks loose! VENTURA Hell hasn't broken loose yet? Have you been paying attention!? Landon hangs upside down, while the GPX stand across the ring. Jax takes Static by the arm, but Scotty swings around and sends his partner towards the corner with a ton of momentum, and Jax slides across the canvas, cracking Landon in the face with a baseball slide! He rolls out of the way just as Scotty charges the corner, and the high flyer leaps into the air, seemingly pausing in mid-leap before gravity brings him back down to earth with a hesitation dropkick to the chin of Landon Maddix! SCHIAVONE The GPX have annihilated Landon Maddix, and the crowd is loving it! Jax and Static get up, but before they can pick their next course of action, Bloodshed springboards from out of the crevice between rings, and nails the both of them with a springboard clothesline! Without his spike, he resorts to biting, as he takes Jax by the head and starts using his teeth to tear at his flesh, staying with him even as Jax gets to his feet! They stumble back to a corner, and when Scotty gets up he comes over and swings Bloodshed around, his fist cocked for a punch...but when he does Bloodshed blasts him with BLOODMIST~!, blinding Static with his own plasma in a sickening scene! VENTURA That's just WRONG. Scotty, disgusted and blinded, falls back, dropping to one knee, as Bloodshed turns back to Jax and continues to make him suffer. Back in Ring One, Cortez rams Leon back into one of the corners, breaking the chain-choke, then twists out of the hold and yanks on the chain to pull Leon towards him, grabbing him by the throat and setting up for URBAN ASSAULT...NO! Leon rakes the face, blinding Cortez, and then takes the chain from him and starts wailing away, whipping first at the legs, then across the chest of Cortez! The street thug tucks his arms, trying to cover up, but Leon keeps whipping away before wrapping the chain around his fist...and then cold-cocking Cortez with a hard right hand! SCHIAVONE They are hitting each other with everything and anything! They are busting each other open, they are wearing each other down, they are doing whatever they feel is necessary to bring the opposition to their knees! We knew it wouldn't be pretty! We didn't come here expecting a Flair/Steamboat classic, but tonight, we are seeing violence PERSONIFIED by these men! As Cortez drops, the countdown clock comes up, marking the last time The Wildcards need to worry about it. For at the end of these ten seconds, the last man on their team...the man who evolved from what Zack Malibu thought was a solution for his problems into his most hated rival to date, and the most controversial superstar in OAOAST history, will enter the ring. :10 :09 :08 :07 :06 :05 :04 :03 :02 :01 *BZZZT!* VENTURA You know what that means, Tony. SCHIAVONE All four of the Wildcards, the SWFers, whatever you'd like to refer to them as, are legal entrants in the War Games, because here comes the leader of the pack! Strolling around from his side of the ring, sporting his trademark gleeful snicker, is Bruce Blank. Bruce rounds the corner and stops for a moment, smiling at Zack and pointing his barbed wire baseball bat at him, then tilts his hat at him. The door swings open and Bruce steps up, entering the ring with his bat in hand. Rodez, seeing his best friends worst enemy staring at him, tosses Cortez aside and charges Blank, swinging his chain wrapped fist...but Blank knocks his arm away with the barbed wire bat! SCHIAVONE He just cracked him across the forearm with that damned bat of his! VENTURA And it's perfectly OK for him to do so! Leon reels back, just enough for Bruce to take the BUTT of his trusty equalizer and crack Leon in the head, knocking him on his back! With Leon down, Bruce taunts him, poking him with the bat like you'd poke a dead birds body with a stick...and Bruce looks out to Zack and smirks at him before bringing the bat over his head... ...AND DRIVES IT ACROSS THE RIB CAGE OF LEON RODEZ!

I'm extremely interested in hearing how Albright/Daniels is. Albright is a guy who should do very well on indies, or should eventually be looked at by TNA. I was a big fan of his OVW work.

COLE We are just two days away from a spectacular Syndicated broadcast, perhaps the biggest in the near five year history of our company, featuring the broadcast television debut of one of the most brutal matches ever imagined. Eight men, two teams of four, confined to two wrestling rings surrounded by walls of steel. Throw in whatever weaponry they get their hands on, mix in a history of tension and brutality, and we could see something that network television is going to regret putting on the air. COACH It's guaranteed bloodshed! No pun intended. COLE It all came to a head last week when Anglesault, the namesake of this very wresting organization, came back in a big way, announcing that he didn't like the events since he left his company in the hands of others, and he was taking the reins back! His first action was to condense the brutality into War Games, because as everyone has obviously seen over the past six months, it seems every week something is going on between The Wildcards, Zack Malibu, and now Landon Maddix, Leon Rodez, and the Global Party Exchange. While none of these men are in action tonight, there is plenty of verbal warfare to go around as we head into this Saturday. Here now, is a special piece dedicated to both teams as we await War Games. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a room...somewhere, four men who six months ago you never thought you'd see co-existing in the same room are pacing. Thinking. Waiting. MALIBU Anticipation is a killer. No matter how many times I've gotten my hands on you, Blank, it's not enough. No matter how much I make you bleed, it's not enough. Now, here I am, 48 hours from getting you inside the walls of a cage...and it's like deja vu. The last time we were in a cage Bruce, that's where you three Wildcards made your true intentions known. The walls of steel were the beginning, and this Saturday, they'll be our end. The only thing is, I'm not doing this for me. NONE OF THIS, has been for me. All of this...all of what I want to do to you, the way I want to inflict pain, the fact that I want to watch you bleed and suffer...doesn't it scare you that I'm doing all that for a little girl? Doesn't it scare you that I'm doing it for the mother of my child? That these feelings, MY feelings, my aggression, don't stem from anything you did to me. It all goes back to that fateful night. The night that you took it all away from the business, and made it personal. The night that has replayed in my mind every minute, every hour, every day, because I couldn't be there to stop it. To help them. To protect them. I will never, Bruce, NEVER, forgive any of you for what you did. Every step you take, you make a mistake. Every action has a consequence. Setting foot in my home, approaching my family the way you did, was the biggest mistake of all. This Saturday, you'll have to deal with what could prove to be a fatal mistake. That you've taken four men, best friends and bitter enemies at various points, and unified them. That you've taken four of the most talented wrestlers in the world today and turned them into vigilantes. Fighters. Bonded not only by the actions commited by yourselves, but by a word that friend or foe, always rang true in our heads...RESPECT. RESPECT for this business. RESPECT for this company. RESPECT for each other. Respect. Malibu backs away from the camera, fuming, allow Scotty Static to get all up in its grill. STATIC The man has a point, don'tcha think? Wildcards, you were brought here to be the saving grace...to punk us off our turf when we were trying to create a newer, better OAOAST. Instead, you turned out worse than any Civil War, any Untouchables, any Hooligans could have possibly imagined. You've brought this company to its knees, you've brought this man to his knees, to the brink of insanity...and you brought us into it. You brought Scotty Static and Johnny Jax, the best damn tag team this company has ever seen, into the war. We don't care that you jump us from behind. We don't care that you crack us with a chair, slice us with barbed wire...we're street...we're REAL. THIS is REAL. A man's family? A BABY? Where are your heads at? How could you think that friend or foe, we wouldn't stand behind this man? I'm not his best friend...neither is Johnny. We've given him more hell than any man could handle...but we RESPECT HIM. We respect him enough to help him clean up his mess. This ain't the SWF. You ain't the big dogs in the yard, baby. This is OUR turf, and if we gotta forcibly remove you...if we gotta make you say uncle and scream, then we're gonna bring it. Two rings surrounded by a cage...sounds like a day at the playground to me...only thing is, we're playin' for keeps. Static backs away again, and Rodez turns away from Zack, and looks into the cam... *~*~*BZZZZZKKFFFFFKTTTTT*~*~* All of a sudden, the feed is interrupted, and now it's a vision of four other men...the four men who will be on the opposite side of Zack Malibu and co. this Saturday. MADDIX Pardon the interruption but...are you KIDDING me? You're making us wait for this cliche dribble? "Waaah, waaah, you went after my baby, Brucie...". Malibu, you are a WHINER. A crybaby. A FRAUD. How long have you been saying you were going to make The Wildcards pay? All talk, no action...what does your precious family think of that, poster boy!? What do they think when you can't get the job done! You can't protect them, you can't defend them...every week you come out looking worse than the one before, because you can't handle the fact that you've finally met your match! Sneering, an overzealous Maddix steps away, allowing the leader of the pack, Bruce Blank, into view. BLANK Zack Malibu, I don't care about your intentions. I don't care about your path of rage, your mission of vengeance. What I care about is how you choose your words. That you treat this as some type of game. Did I not prove to you, months back, that this is very, VERY real? There's a four letter word that your two buddies are familiar with, but it's not just a dang catchphrase. Reality is a dangerous thing, Zack. I have no regrets, and even less remorse. I will beat and bleed you and anyone who gets into my way for business or pleasure, rain or shine, because I LOVE THE FEELING. The rush of pain, the sight of blood....ooooh how it gets to me, Zack. How I enjoy the fact that I'm in your head. I OWN YOU, boy. I will forever be a part of you, something that you can't let go, because I took you to the edge, the furthest you've ever been! You had no idea what you were getting into when we signed on, but now you know! Now you know what The Wildcards are all about! You have witnessed hell, pure physical and mental HELL thanks to me, because when God made the devil, he was just playing around...when he wanted to create PURE, UNMATCHED EVIL, HE CREATED BRUCE BLANK! THAT'S WHAT I AM ZACK! I AM NOBODY'S HERO AND EVERYBODY'S ENEMY. I AM THE MONSTER IN THE CLOSET, NOT THE BEDTIME STORY. I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN PUT AN END TO THIS, AND THAT'S BY PUTTING YOU OUT OF YOUR GOD DAMN MISERY. Saturday night. If I were you, I'd treasure the next 48 hours, Zack. Just don't forget to say goodbye, because I swear to you boy, there is no second chance, no backing down. Syndicated is the day the worlds collide, Zack. When good and evil meet for the final time. So you tell me, boy...how do ya'll expect to win when you're up against something that knows no limits, no remorse? Something that ENJOYS pain, and doesn't shy away from it? You can preach to your fans and talk into all the cameras you want, but you heed these words...the only way you're leavin' the arena on Saturday night is in an ambulance.

While I don't know about any character involvment on my end just yet, I'm all for the idea.

Angle Awards voting should go up relatively soon. That way there's enough time for voting/tallying/writing. What's a good cutoff this year? Regarding the New Year's Show, I'm all for whatever you guys would like. There will be chapters of the Zack/Wildcards feud post-War Games with one particular set match/goal in mind, but if it doesn't fit the format for the show it's something that could easily be held in January.

I fully admit to long being a fan of Alex Wright though.

Originally the plan to put AJ and Daniels back in the singles mix was considered back when they first dropped the belts to LAX, but when LAX got hot they decided to run with that program. According to the spoilers, apparently Sabin DOES insult Lynn, which is what leads to AJ getting heated, as he and Jerry are based as the X-Division pioneers due to it's early takeoff. Seems like it might be a case of Sabin, and maybe Lethal and Sonjay having to pair up against Styles, Lynn and Daniels, which is OK by me. Throw in Shelly, Austin (Aries) Starr, as well as Senshi and Petey Williams, and that's a pretty good rejuvenation of the X Division.

Ah yes, the Baywatch stable. I thought I was the only one who remembered that. It lasted all of what, 2 weeks?

The sound of Stabbing Westward's "Save Yourself" surprises the capacity crowd as HeldDOWN~! returns from break, and not only does it lead the OAOAST poster boy ZACK MALIBU out from behind the curtain, but three other individuals as well. LEON RODEZ, SCOTTY STATIC, and JOHNNY JAX all appear alongside Malibu, walking to the ring with purpose, after their absence last week. COLE It looks like we're about to hear from four men who were MIA last week! COACH It was kinda odd having a show without something breaking down between them and the Wildcards, I gotta say. COLE Well, we knew that last week only Todd Cortez was "available", as Bruce Blank, Bloodshed, and Landon Maddix all had previous commitments to the SWF organization. We understand that due to the incredible amount of tension between this group and the Wildcards, that these four men were pulled from last weeks HeldDOWN~!, and instead brought to the OAOAST Corporate Office while the rest of the roster were here for our broadcast. We're not sure of the details of that meeting, nor why it was held at such an odd time, but perhaps we're going to get some answers here tonight. COACH Don't count on it, playa. The Wildcards are in the house too, and it's only a matter of time before the ring is filling up with security! The four men hit the ring, but keep the crowd-pleasing to a minimum. Malibu motions for the mic, acting as spokesman for his tag team partner and the two Hooligans. MALIBU I'll get right to the point, since there's quite a bit to discuss. First off, I apologize for our absence last week, but it was corporate's choice to pull us from the show. Given everything that's gone down between myself, Leon, and the GPX with The Wildcards and Landon Maddix, with them not being here, it gave everyone a break from the chaos. However, it certainly wasn't a vacation last Thursday night, because the four of us, we got pulled into corporate headquarters. Not to be reprimanded, not to be fired, nothing like that at all. What happened to us was quite shocking, actually, and I'm sure The Wildcards are going to feel the same way about it. COLE What's he talking about? COACH Beats me. MALIBU It seems that we've got another Syndicated broadcast coming up, and corporate decided to kill two birds with one stone. Apparently, because of our inability to co-exist with The Wildcards, they were afraid that putting us in the same arena once again would lead to another locker room clearing brawl. There's no way we can promise it wouldn't, and I certainly can't do that, so they took the next step. They decided that maybe it was time to horde us all into the ring at the same time. That they could finally regulate some of that chaos. In fact, they went so far as to include two rings in this deal...and a cage surrounding them both, just to make sure we have enough room to tear you apart... COLE Two rings and a cage? WAIT... COACH No...NO! On Syndicated? MALIBU Boys, you know all that talk about starting wars...well we're going to end this war of ours in the most brutal match imaginable...OAOAST Syndicated, October 28th, Zack Malibu, Leon Rodez, the GPX, Bruce Blank, Bloodshed, Todd Cortez and Landon Maddix are going to play some WAR GAMES~! COACH YO~! The crowd roars, as Zack, pleased, nods his head. MALIBU The numbers are even now, Blank. The battle lines were drawn long ago, and you stepped over them. You crossed the line and haven't looked back, and now there IS no looking back! You brought this on yourself, and so help me God in that cage I'm going to make you squeal like the Southern pig that you are, more than I've even attempted to do to this point, and... "Whoa, whoa, WHOA now boy, just hang on a minute!" Zack hesitates, and quickly becomes flustered, as Bruce Blank comes out with a microphone, flanked by Cortez and Bloodshed, with Maddix and Megan Skye lurking behind, almost afraid to walk with The Wildcards. BLANK You cannot be this stupid, Zack. Your friends, maybe, but you? Come on now, after all I've done to you, to those you love, and you wanna lock yourself in a CAGE with me and my boys? A match where the whole point is to show no mercy and get your opponent to say uncle? Boy, you MUST be crazy! A match like that is a regular cakewalk for me and these boys here! You went cryin' to corporate, actin' like you had nothin' better to do because we were giving the SWF our star power last week, and now you've gotten your wish. You kiss their ass, they kiss yours, right, poster boy? Once again, Zack, you've proven to me that you're no man...you've got the OFFICE fightin' your battles. You had to go and get a match booked to lure me out? What happened to the backstage assaults? What happened to tryin' to run someone down in the parking lot? Maybe break their leg and rub their nose in the concrete? I HAVE BEATEN YOU AND BLOODIED YOU NUMEROUS TIMES, BOY, AND THIS IS THE BEST YOU CAN DO TO MAKE ME TAKE NOTICE!? WAR GAMES!? Boy, you ain't even gonna make it that far! Blank throws down his mic, and his crew heads down the aisle, with Zack and company braced for the attack, until... "MEDAL" comes over the PA system, driving the fans BANANA~! COLE Wait...WHAT!? COACH IT'S ANGLESAULT~! Once again shocking the world, ANGLESAULT is on HeldDOWN~! Clad in a business suit, Anglesault storms out from the back, microphone in hand. ANGLESAULT Hang on, HANG ON A MINUTE. Not tonight, none of your crap is gonna fly tonight. So help me God, Blank, you guys back up or I'm gonna have you doing spot show main events in East Japeepee with The Sole Survivor. Zack, you too, you boys stay back, because this crap has dragged on long enough. Everyone freezes, but the crowd is rabid, as Anglesault stands in the aisle. ANGLESAULT Week after week, month after month, I have watched this show be taken hostage. By the war between Zack Malibu and Bruce Blank. By PRL and the man adventures of The Lightning Crew. By The Hooligans wreaking havoc. By Drek Stone, Hoff, or whoever else thought they'd make a good "figurehead". Let me tell you guys something right now...first off, it was ME who booked that War Games matchup, so if anyone has anything to say about it, speak now or forever hold your piece! All eight men, somewhat perplexed, simply listen on. ANGLESAULT Surprised, ain't ya? Well this is how it's gonna be from now on. See, personally, I think that if you guys want to maim each other, so be it. After all that's gone down, the feelings you have for each other are certainly deserved. In fact, this is WRESTLING. We're a business based on hatred and pain, vicious intent and injury. So let it be known, right now, that things are going to change around here...because I AM TAKING MY COMPANY BACK~! COLE WHAT!? ANGLESAULT I am SICK of people fighting over the god damn corporate titles and taglines. I'm sick of General Manager this, President that, Corporate...none of that matters anymore. This is MY company...my blood, sweat, tears, and money, and I AM THE FINAL SAY-SO from now on. Everyone out here right now, everyone in the back, everyone with a valid contract works for ME. War Games...you're damn right I booked it as my first act of business. It's good for you all, and it's good for business, and maybe we can put some of this stuff to bed. Maybe, Blank, it'll be your swan song after all the stuff you've pulled in the last six months...but I guess we'll wait and see, now won't we? And even if it's not, I don't give a damn if Zack DOES try to run you over, or if you take a few swings at him with your bat...from now on, as soon as you set foot on arena property for an OAOAST event, you are FAIR GAME. No crying to security, no restraining orders...none of that flies. This is a man's business, a man's world, and you're sure as hell gonna act like it. The fans roar, as Anglesault is turning red from shouting his decree out, now that he's revealed he's in charge. ANGLESAULT Not to mention...the official titles, thrown around, put up at stake in matches...NO MORE. Bill Watts, I love the man to death, but he is not the final say-so. He will continue to directly represent this company and myself, and nothing more unless I say so. So whoever thinks they are in charge right now, consider yourself out of a job! I am the end all and be all around here, and if you want something, you go through ME. I realize that running a company can take a bit of time, so I have appointed several officials who answer to me, and carry out my word if and when I see fit. We'll call them...The Three Wise Men, with Mr. Bill Watts being one of them. The other two you'll meet in due time. So, all that said, if there are any objections speak now...although personally, I think the time for talking is done. You guys have a War Games to psyche yourselves up for, and I've got a company to run. With that, Anglesault turns and walks away, smiling proudly as the camera catches a shot of him before he vanishes behind the curtain. Back down at ringside, The Wildcards turn around...only to have Zack Malibu springboard off the ropes and crash down onto Blank and Cortez with a dive! COLE HEEEEERE WE GO! With Blank downed, Malibu starts firing off punches, until Maddix and Bloodshed pry him off. Zack immediately swings free and goes after Bloodshed, while Rodez, Static and Jax slide out of the ring and pair off, brawling with their arch rivals! COLE We've got a War Games coming up at Syndicated, we've got the namesake of the company taking control, and we've got complete chaos at ringside! Fans, it's been one of those nights, and we've got to get out of here while we can! We'll see you next week here on HeldDOWN~!

That was TWO YEARS AGO? Holy shit, time flies. I remember I created a character for that but never got around to using it. At any rate, sounds good to me Alf.

Bump. This week I think we'll kill two birds with one stone, and a)revive Anglesault as a hands-on owner of the company, and b)decree that Syndicated will host the first ever War Games on broadcast television.

*sigh* not even close to the Slayer we know and lo...er, li...um...not even close to the Slayer we know.