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    OAO ECW Week 4 on Sci-Fi, July 4th

    At least it's Edge doing this crossover than someone like, say, Mark Henry. The whole Rated R Superstar thing is the type of character (semi-based in reality, made in an attempt to be (no pun intended) cutting edge) that ECW would have produced.
  2. The cameras are now showing us the parking lot, and what is inaudible soon comes into distance, as a yellow Hummer, blasting music so loudly you'd think it was part of a competition to break the sound barrier, comes careening into the parking lot. The doors swing open, and out hop the NEW OAOAST World Six Man Tag Team Champions, THE HOOLIGANS~! "Awwww yeah, it's about to go down TONIGHT, dawg!" mouths Jamie O'Hara, who is walking with a slight limp, as these three were all put through hell Sunday night during the first ever Ultimate Punishment matchup. The trio starts to walk into the arena, when all of a sudden... "HEY! YOU! HOOLIGANS!" "Are there three people yelling at us?" asks Static, incredulously. Sure enough, their are, as Nick, Rick, and Dick Garner, The Triple Threat, are in the parking lot, their first appearance since being vanquished by The Wildcards a while ago, losing the World Six Man Titles in the process. "Well look what we have here, it's the cast of Multiplicity!" quips Static, drawing the ire of the triplets. "What can we do for you...and you...and you?" "YOU MIGHT THINK YOU'RE FUNNY!" shouts Dick. "BUT YOU HAVE OUR TITLES NOW!" snarls Rick. "AND WE WANT THEM BACK" all three Garners shout. The Hooligans just look at each other, and Jax and O'Hara are ready to go, but Static remains diplomatic. "Guys...we've just been through hell. We've been cut, tossed, thrown, slammed, scraped, burned, broken, and we're sore. So...if you want these belts..." Static takes his strap, holding it in both hands, and looking down at it. "...you can HAVE THEM!" Static lunges forward, blasting Rick Garner with a beltshot and knocking him to the concrete! The remaining members of both teams jump forward, leaping into action, as a donnybrook has broken out in the parking lot! Security rushes out of the arena, quickly forming a wall between the two teams, as Nick and Dick help their brother up, who is now bleeding from above the eye. "THIS AIN'T OVER, HOOLIGANS!" shouts Nick. "WE'RE COMIN' BACK FOR YOU!" growls Dick. "All right, Mary, Kate, and Ashley, we'll see you soon." says Static, causing Jax to laugh out loud. "Frickin' A, the bloody clone clan grew their pairs now haven't they?" asks O'Hara. "Yeah, well we'll see if they got 'em next week when we're all nice and refreshed." "...that reminds me, Scotty." "Sup, J-Dawg?" "If they gave us the night off...what the hell we doin' at the bloody arena anyways?" Static looks at Jax, who looks at O'Hara, who looks back to Static. Simultaneously, all three shrug, and start heading back for their truck, shouting as they go on their way... "IT'S A CELEBRATION, BITCHES~!"
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    Wildcards Promo for HD!

    COLE No matter how redundant it may seem, I have to mention again what a wild night it was last Sunday at the Great Angle Bash, especially as it pertains to the Ultimate Punishment matchup! COACH Mikey Cole, that was a far cry from the mat classics we've grown used to from our roster. We had scaffold dives, blood everywhere, and in the end, we had new World Six Man Tag Team Champions, my boys, The Hooligans! COLE It seems that everyone seems to be warming up to Static, Jax and O'Hara again, including Zack Malibu himself! COACH I don't know if I'd push it like that, Mikey... COLE No matter what though, Coach, it was Zack Malibu who shocked the world by returning from severe injuries, injuries that probably haven't even fully healed yet, to shock The Wildcards, and Bruce Blank in particular. COACH Never in my life did I see so many people so happy to see Zack Malibu than this past Sunday night. COLE Well three people not happy with his appearance are the former World Six Man Tag Team Champions, who are about to grace us with their presence! "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" begins, and when it does, so do the boos. Immediately after the song kicks in, Bruce Blank, Todd Cortez, and Bloodshed, arguably the three most hated men in wrestling today, storm down the aisleway and to the ring. Noticing a "ZACK IS BACK!" sign at ringside, Blank snags it from its teenage owner and tears it up on camera, prompting the angry young man to lean over the rail and try to grasp it back before it's completely shredded. Todd Cortez responds by shoving the young man back, sending him to the floor, while Bloodshed stands on the apron, watching the carnage unfold. COLE These guys have some SERIOUS heat these days. COACH Good thing Cortez wears that bulletproof vest! The Wildcards finally get into the ring after some more jawjacking and other fun fan altercations. Cortez heads to the corner and wags a finger at Michael Buffer, looking for the mic, and the famous announcer gets up and puts it on the apron, refusing to place it in the hand of the "Urban Legend". Cortez chuckles to himself as he leans down to pick up the microphone, and he gladly hands it over to the big roughneck, Bruce Blank. BLANK It seems that the rumors of a certain someone's demise have been greatly exaggerated! It seems that the prodigal son has returned, once again, to play savior to his company. The fans pick up on the statement immediately, breaking out into a loud chant of an all too familiar name. "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" BLANK THAT'S RIGHT, YOU GO ON AHEAD AND CALL HIS NAME, BECAUSE I WANT HIS ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW! Blank, eyes wide with rage, storms around the ring, as Bloodshed and Cortez flank him, seemingly prepared for any attacks that may occur. BLANK WHERE IS HE? HUH? WHERE'S YOUR HERO? WHERE'S MISTER GOODY GOODY? AFRAID OF A LITTLE FACE TO FACE, ZACK? GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE, BOY! "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" The chant grows louder and louder, and soon it appears that everyone in the arena is calling for Malibu, including Blank himself! BLANK C'MON ZACK, COME ON OUT HERE! MAKE YOUR GRAND ENTRANCE, BECAUSE IT'LL BE THE LAST TIME YOU EVER WALK TO THIS RING ON TWO HEALTHY LEGS! LET'S GO! Blank is stark raving mad, pounding his barbed wire bat against the turnbuckles while clutching the mic, growing desperate in his plea for his rival to appear. BLANK Malibu...Malibu...Malibu. You don't wanna show your face now? Don't wanna come at a man in a weakened state and bash me in my head again? Yes you do! You want to make me bleed, Zack. You want me to feel pain and suffering the likes of which I've never felt. You want us to PAY, Zack. You want revenge. Retribution. Most of all, you want redemption for what you brought onto this company...SO BRING YOUR ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW AND DO WHAT YOU WANT TO DO! COLE That bravado might cost him! COACH It certainly did on Sunday night! Minutes go by, and still, no answer. Blank is growing increasingly frustrated, and it looks as if he could crush the microphone in his grasp with how hard he's holding onto it. BLANK Alright, Malibu, you don't wanna show your face, then we're goin' on the hunt. We know you're here, Zack...you HAVE to be here, you have to make the big comeback speech and play little glory boy again! Well if you're not gonna come to us, we're comin' for you...and we'll tear apart this whole damn arena looking for you! Todd, Bloodshed...go drag his candy ass out here, because I'm not leaving this ring until he's at my feet in a pool of blood once again! Cortez and Bloodshed nod, definitely not about to argue with Blank even if they weren't on his side. The duo, at one time known as two thirds of Martial Law in the SWF, head up the aisleway, when suddenly, everything goes black, from the arena to the TV screens of the viewers at home. COLE This is how it happened Sunday night! COACH ZACK MALIBU, WHERE YOU AT!? The fans grow anxious, still chanting for Zack during the blackout. Finally the lights come back on, and there inside the squared circle is... ...Bruce Blank. COLE I don't...but...where is Zack!? COACH I think they played us, Cole! COLE I don't know, Coach...they look as confused as us! Blank looks around, and Cortez and Bloodshed have stopped about halfway up the aisle, ready to charge the ring if Malibu had appeared the same way he did on Sunday. BLANK He's bein' cute now! He's playin' with us...ya'll go back there and drag his ass out here! Find him! Cortez and Bloodshed turn and head up the aisle once again, as Blank stands tall in the ring. Cortez and Bloodshed disappear behind the curtain, as one of the ringside cameramen from the apron steps into the ring, keeping the camera focused on Blank... ...AND THEN SMASHED THE CAMERA OVER HIS HEAD! COLE WHAT THE... COACH MIKEY! Tossing the hat into the crowd, and the camera now not obstructing his face, the arena goes BANANA~! as ZACK MALIBU is standing over the body of Bruce Blank once again, to everyone's delight! COLE MALIBU GOT ANOTHER SHOT IN! HE SWERVED THE WILDCARDS! COACH Blank's already aching from Sunday...and that camera shot just ripped open his stitches! The big redneck struggles to sit up, the stitched gash on his forehead now busted wide open and oozing with blood. He pulls himself up, but as he does, Malibu takes hold of his prized barbed wire baseball bat, brandishing it as Blank struggles to his feet... WHAM~! ...and he catches a shot right in his ribcage which brings him back to one knee! COLE He drilled him with his own bat! Malibu stands over Blank, and now the crowd buzzes as Cortez and Bloodshed, both still aching from Sunday as well, rush as fast as they can to get back to the ring. Cortez slides into the ring, but just as he stands up and lunges for Malibu, Zack delivers a flash SCHOOL'S OUT~!, reacting instantly to Cortez's approach and knocking him through the ropes and to the floor! Malibu turns around, noticing a charging Bloodshed, and he sidesteps, swinging the bat again and connecting with a hard shot that sends Bloodshed tumbling over the bat, landing on his back on the canvas! He coughs and paws at his ribs, groaning in agony despite loving it all deep down. Malibu stands tall amidst the three fallen Wildcards and surveys the damage, but drops the bat before he can do anymore. COLE Malibu just attacked all three of The Wildcards on his own! COACH You expected him to have help? COLE He's certainly going to need it...Malibu has always been proud enough to fight his own battles, but this time it might be more than he can chew! Zack exits the ring, and rather than walk to the back, again exits through the crowd, moving through the sea of fans that are rejoicing in his comeback. In the ring, Bloodshed and Blank are getting to their feet, while Cortez is pushing up on the apron out on the floor, and the cameras get a shot of each of their angered faces, Blank's being the one they save for last, as the sadistic smile buried under a crimson mask is our parting shot as we fade to commercial.
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    Character Specs

    The Global Party Exchange, aka The GPX~! Name: Scotty Static Age: 22 Height: 5'10 Weight: 202 lbs. Hometown: HOTlanta, GA Alignment (heel, face, tweener): Babyface once again, if you can believe it. Still as brash as ever, though. Stable affiliation (if any): The Hooligans. Wrestling style (brawler, cruiserweight, technical, all-rounder, etc.): Cruiserweight/aerial tactician. Theme music: "Make Her Say" by O-Town Entrance Style (what color pyro, spotlights, etc.): Gone are the days of dancing around the aisleway. Nowadays, Static (and Jax, for that matter) come out looking for fight, simple as that. Very confrontational. Entrance attire (sunglasses, robe, jacket, etc): Maybe the occasional T-shirt, but that's it. Ring attire: Black, leatherish pants (like what The Bashams orginally wore on WWE TV). Black boots. Finishing Move(s) (try to keep it to 1 or 2): Static Schock-Double jump senton bomb. Static will climb the ropes with his back to his opponent, leaping straight up and turning around so that he lands back on the top rope facing his foe, then launches himself into the air a second time, this time with the senton. Spiked Punch-Double underhook brainbuster. Signature Moves: Basic moveset: Scotty's a speedster, and he's too cocky for his own good, so high risk is always the way (sometimes the only way) to go with him. He's got good technical prowess, but his power lies in his quickness and agility. Manager/valet/sidekick N/A Catchphrases/Trademark gestures "It's our time to shine!" Name: Johnny Jackson, aka Johnny Jax, aka Johnny "Jam" Jackson Age: 24 Height: 6'1 Weight: 235 lbs. Hometown: The 313...Detroit, MI Alignment (heel, face, tweener): Babyface once again, if you can believe it. Stable affiliation (if any): The Hooligans. Wrestling style (brawler, cruiserweight, technical, all-rounder, etc.): The powerhouse of the duo, but not hoss-like power. Theme music: "Make Her Say" by O-Town Entrance Style (what color pyro, spotlights, etc.): Gone are the days of dancing around the aisleway. Nowadays, Static (and Jax, for that matter) come out looking for fight, simple as that. Very confrontational. Entrance attire (sunglasses, robe, jacket, etc): Maybe the occasional T-shirt, but that's it. Ring attire: Black, leatherish pants (like what The Bashams orginally wore on WWE TV). Black boots. Finishing Move(s) (try to keep it to 1 or 2): Beat DropPumphandle piledriver. Signature Moves: Jam Session-Cradle Shock-a fireman's carry into a Michonoku Driver. Basic moveset: As mentioned, Jax is the more powerful of the two, but not a largely imposing person. Still, he puts every ounce of energy into his movest, and works a very smashmouth style. Manager/valet/sidekick N/A Catchphrases/Trademark gestures "It's our time to shine!" "I think you need a beatdown, 8 Mile style." TAG TEAM MOVESET Beat Drop/Static Shock combination. Designated Driver (as in, you'll need one if this hits)-Jackson lifts opponent up in suplex position, hands them to Static, who is perched on the second rope. Flying piledriver follows. Chain Letter (as in everyone hates receiving these...) Jackson powerbombs opponent, and holds onto legs, turning them over into a Boston Crab. Static then comes in and lifts opponent up (while in crab) with a double underhook, pretty much bending him/her in half. Jackson then lets go, and Static sits out with a pedigree variation. Russian Legsweep/Yakuza Kick combination. Opponent sent to corner. The illegal man (on the apron) jumps to the floor and pulls their feet out from under them, then brings them crotch first into the steel post. Legal man follows up with baseball slide to opponents skull. History/Background/Career Highlights: The Global Party Exchange entered the OAOAST in 2003, fastly becoming one of the most popular acts in the company thanks to the skill and boyish good looks of members Scotty Static and Johnny "Jam" Jackson. Carrying themselves in the tradition of similar teams of years past like The Rockers, The Rock N' Roll Express, and The Hardy Boys, the GPX quickly found themselves on top of the tag team mountain, capturing the OAOAST World Tag Team Titles, and becoming embroiled in a vicious feud with veteran superteam Black T. However, it wasn't any of their past accomplishments that brought the GPX their greatest recognition to date... ...last year, during an episode of HeldDOWN~!, the GPX returned after a short layover, and shocked the world by coming through the crowd and attacking old rivals Black T, as well as Zack Malibu. Their explanation? That the "old guard" of the OAOAST were keeping the spotlight on themselves by facing off with each other, planting themselves in people's feuds, and keeping the fresher faces from truly shining. They also claimed to be "manufactured" by the company, as the GPX persona wasn't truly them, and that from that point on they would make the names they were given and their boy-band theme music stand for something entirely different. These accusations led to the formation of The Upstarts, and kicked off a controversial time in company history, known as the Civil War. During this period, Static become arguably the most outspoken superstar on the roster, verbally cutting down anyone in his path. Jax served as backup for his partner, and the duo were very much leading the charge for The Upstarts until Stephen Joseph, and later Peter Knight, filled the void left by Drek Stone, who was the first to state that he agreed with The Upstarts. With the dissolving of The Upstarts imminent, the GPX took fellow Upstart, British newcomer Jamie O'Hara, under their wing, forming an alliance that came to be known as "The Hooligans" in recent months. The trio began targeting Zack Malibu again, just as he had captured the HI-YAH Championship from Christian Wright. At Anglemania V, The Hooligans competed along with Malibu, Faqu, and James Blonde, in a spectacular Two For The Money match which had both Malibu's belt and an OAOAST Title shot on the line. Malibu emerged victorious, leading the three troublemakers to admit their respect for Malibu. Making sure he didn't confuse respect with admiration, The Hooligans continued to assault Malibu at every turn, eventually forcing him to do something that has come to haunt him: bring in The Wildcards as backup. With the OAOAST and the fans completely against the actions of The Wildcards (of which The Hooligans have felt the brunt of), the crowd was slowly beginning to accept the trio, who took on a "street gang" image to play up their instigating ways and disregard for regulation. It came to a head at the Great Angle Bash, when the three rebels became World Six Man Tag Team Champions, defeating The Wildcards in a crazy Ultimate Punishment matchup which has garnered rave reviews. With the fans on their side once again, and gold around their waist, it's anyone's guess as to what could be next for Static, Jax and O'Hara.
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    John Cena -- One person's thoughts

    The problem with Cena is that they stopped letting him be "real" (for lack of a better term). Many times his babyface antics looked like the WWE struggling to recapture the Rock/Austin lightning in a bottle (especially in many of his backstage skits which reeked of Rock imitation). They've gotten a lot better with that, though.
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    State of the OAOAST Address.

    I've got a few ideas on how to rectify that as well. Not an outright booking changeover where all the cards are done by the mods a la SWF, but perhaps one or two "concretely booked" matches every HeldDOWN~! between two active writers (as opposed to say, O'Hara vs. Leon, since it's two of KC's guys). That way it makes writing easier for them and they can go 50/50, etc.
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    State of the OAOAST Address.

    Within a weeks time (likely, possibly a few days longer) I plan on posting one of these for the company for all to see. Topics will include, but not be limited to the following: 1)The newcomers we have, and how to get more 2)Show deadlines, especially PPV's 3)The reformating of the PPV schedule ...amongst other items. If there's something that should be discussed, note it here and I'll add it in. Basically, I want to get everyone on the same page before we start picking up steam (which we seem to be doing rather well with).
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    Decent Wrestling T-Shirts

    The DX shirt (the original one, that they've reissued now), the NWO shirt, the Austin 3:16...basically all the shirts with the simple logos/phrases are the best route to go. The only wrestling shirts I wear semi-regularly are my Captain Charisma one, the TNA Team Canada (the updated white version with the red ringer), and the Rated R Superstar shirt.
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    TNA Comments which don't warrant a thread

    First one to find the link has to share it with the rest of us.
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    Save Screech!

    According to what he said on the radio, not only did his parents wind up blowing most of his money (which was fairly well known), but what money he did have went to an operation for his girlfriend, who was pregnant with sextuplets and miscarried. Also, he didn't have mortgage, he got a land lean or something.
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    Great Angle Bash booking thread

    Going by time differentials, KC's probably not going to be online again until we're all nestled in our beds.
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    GAB:Wildcards vs. Hooligans

    COLE Coming up next fans, is a match that you shouldn't expect to be a mat classic by any means. What's coming up will be nothing short of a war, and it's something that has been branded "Ultimate Punishment". COACH Even worse punishment than a Mario Logan/Jimmy Beard Iron Man Match? COLE ...well, OK, maybe not THAT bad. By now you surely know the history behind the rivalry between The Wildcards and The Hooligans, and the envelope continues to be pushed by Cortez, Bloodshed and Blank, especially after this past Thursday night. COACH Ya know Mikey Cole, 'boosey and I may have not been boys, but what they did...man...that just crossed the line. COLE They are responsible for eliminating Zack Malibu and Caboose from the OAOAST now, not to mention they are the World Six Man Tag Team Champions. Tonight however, The Wildcards will have to put those belts on the line against their three main rivals in a match where every man will be brandishing a four foot length of leather strap. Anything goes, everything is legal, and the match continues until all three members of one team are eliminated. COACH This is gonna get out of hand in no time, Cole. COLE Let's just hope that it's in our favor when it does, Coach. "I walk a lonely road..." BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! "The only one that I have ever known..." OAOAST *CLAP-CLAP*CLAPCLAP!!* OAOAST *CLAP-CLAP*CLAPCLAP!!* "Don't know where it goes..." YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! "But it's home to me and I walk alone." COLE The crowd does NOT appriciate the Wildcards at all! COACH GOOD! These guys don't deserve it, in fact they deserve a lot worse than just booing! COLE Now officially the OAOAST can't condone throwing stuff at the wrestlers, Coach. COACH Oh no, no "officially" it's bad. "I walk this empty street... On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams." The curtains part and out walk the three men who are no doubt the most despised men in the OAOAST right now, by fans and wrestlers alike. The big Blank appears first, holding his right hand up in the air twirling the 4 foot leather strap around like he was at a rodeo. He's flanked by Blooodshed and Todd Cortez, both in possession of their own straps which they seem to take great pleasure in brandishing at the fans who boo them... ...Who throw trash at them like it was going out of style! "Where the city sleeps... and I'm the only one and I walk alone." *POW!!* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! The Hooligans have decided not to wait another second and have rushed the Wildcards as they’re walking towards the ring! All three men start flailing away at their opponents knocking both Bloodshed and Cortez down before any of them even have a chance to react! COACH & COLE FUCK THEM UP!! COLE FOR CABOOSE! COACH FOR THE OAOAST!! Jax and Static grab each other’s straps and then uses the double strap to clothesline the big man down, catching Blank right under his chin to a huge pop from the crowd! Then all three Hooligans gather around Bruce as he is down on his stomach and they start to wail away with the leather straps! *POW!!* *POW!!* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! *POW!!*POW!!*POW!!*POW!!* FUCK HIM UP!! FUCK HIM UP!! *POW!!*POW!!* Bloodshed spears Jamie O’Hara to the ground and moments later Todd Cortez has regained his bearings enough to grab Johnny Jax by the leather strap and use it to pull his opponent in for a version of a short armed clothesline. O’Hara doesn’t seem deterred by the spear at all as the two men roll around on the floor exchanging lefts and rights like they were on sale and going cheap. COACH That’s the way to beat the Wildcards! They’ve been allowed to run roughshot over everyone but now it stops! COLE Good! With Cortez and Johnny Jax fighting up the aisle towards the ring and Bloodshed and O’Hara exchanging lefts and rights as they roll around on the floor, only Scotty Static is left attacking Bruce Blank, attacking him that is until the big man puts up a beefy hand and catches the strap mid air before it can make contact with his skin once more. The King of Pain pulls Static in and then knees him in the private parts before hoisting the much, much lighter Static up in the air with a Gorilla Press! COACH Just a minor set back, no biggie. COLE I’m sure GPX and O’Hara will take their lumps in this match, they’re bound to but these guys have shown that they can take a beating and come back for more! Bruce walks down the aisle with Static still pressed over his head, the last three steps or so running as he gets enough momentum to toss Static over the top rope and into the ring before entering it himself. Static tries to go to the outside of the ring needing a moment to regroup, but when he gets on the ring apron Blank reaches over, grabs Scotty's leather strap and pulls back on it sending Static flying backwards and upside down over the top rope. Not hard enough to keep him on the ground for long as he gets right back up, but he's met with a 4 foot long leather strap right to the face! *POW!!* COACH Oh man right in the eyes, that bastard! COLE We've got action all over the arena with these six guys, I'm having a hard time keeping up! The shot with the belt sends Static to his knees, he tries to get back up but Blank is alert and once again brings his strap down across Scott Static's face. Static goes down like he had been shot but that doesn't last long as Blank picks him up almost immediately and Irish Whips him. When the Hooligan comes bouncing off the ropes he's met with a strap assisted clothesline as Bruce grabs both ends of the belt and takes Scotty Static down! COLE We knew this would be brutal, we knew this would be a war going in and it's not let us down so far! COACH Nor have my boys, I mean Jax is really taking it to Cortez at ringside and it's just a matter of time before O'Hara gives that freak Bloodshed a bit of payback. Scotty is sent straight to his back and arches upwards in pain, trying to regain his breath after being stuck in the throat. He rolls over trying to make his way to the ropes, trying to get a bit of distance between himself and Bruce, but Blank will have none of it. He uses the strap to whip Scotty across the back... *POW!!* ...And then a second time, closely followed by a third time as leather makes contact with skin! *POW!!*POW!!* Pretty soon numerous red lines appear across Static's back from where Bruce has lashed him. Bruce is out to eliminate Scotty Static early, and hooks the strap around his opponent's neck, and begins to pull backwards for a camel clutch with the chain! COLE Oh god, he's choking the life out of Scotty Static! COACH Jax!! O'Hara!! Anyone Luckily for Static, Blank let's go of the choke, throws The Hooligan out of the ring and follows him to the floor. Bruce wraps his chair around Static's neck and uses it to hold him and drag him around the ringside area. Eventually he gets around to the corner and slams Static's head into the ring post with enough impact to bust the GPX'er wide open. Scotty is on the floor in a heap as Bruce takes a moment to turn and taunt the crowd, giving them the finger for their OAOAST allegiance and their Wildcard hatred. With Bruce distracted Scotty Static slowly gets up, legs spread with the strap hanging down between them. And since he's not facing Blank he leaves himself very vulnerable to Bruce's sadistic whims. The King of Pain quickly reaches down, grabs the strap and then pulls backwards with all his might. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH!! COACH Ohh! He just crotched Scotty with that strap! That Son of a bitch! YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK! Blank doesn't quite ignore the chants, it actually appears he enjoys them. Their assessment of his wrestling style doesn't seem to be new to him but he doesn't seem to object to it instead he revels in it. We quickly switch to a camera on the other side of the ring where Todd Cortez and Johnny Jax have been going at it with lefts and rights since before the bell rang. Jax grabs Cortez's arm, hooks under it and swiftly arm dragging Cortez into the time keepers table and chair. Jax quickly follows up as he picks up a chair, unfolds it and then wraps it around Cortez's head. COLE Jax's choking the life out of Cortez with that steel folding chair! COACH Good choice, I totally approve. Jax pulls the chair off of Cortez's head, then he gets a good grip on his leather strap ready to strike but this proves to be a mistake, as Cortez throws the discarded chair at Jax's face to stop the move. Cortez grabs a hold of Jax's leather strap as the Hooligan is staggered, then he pulls on the chain causing Jax to come flying forwards right into a huge elbow smash from Cortez! COACH Son of a bitch! Come on Johnny "Jam"!! With one hand still on Jax's leather strap Cortez quickly leaps over the guardrail and pulls on the strap as hard as he can pulling the Hooligan straight into the guard rail with enough force to send him over the barrier. Cortez puts Jax in an empty chair and yes a fan fan had to get out of the chair, OAOAST PPVs are usually sells after all! The Urban Legend rushes Jax looking to knocking a few rows further back with a lariat only to end up being back dropped as Jax ducks down and then throws Cortez up high in the air... *CRASH!!* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! ...Sending the fans scurrying out of the way as Cortez lands on the 2nd row chairs knocking quite a few of them over on impact. Cortez and Jax aren't the only two people fighting in the crowd as Bloodshed and O'Hara's fight has spilled over the guardrail half way down the aisle and has at no point even been near the ring. COACH COME ON JDAWG!! COLE Yes totally, Go. . . Jdog COACH Man, you're so white. Bloodshed turns around, to see a swarm of fans OAOAST fans up close. He makes a sweeping motion with his hands, and the Red Sea is reluctantly parted, to reveal the bleacher section behind them! COACH Some lucky fans will get a close up of the Hooligans kicking the Wildcard's ass!! Bloodshed isn't in a hurry to use the seats yet though, instead he asks a lucky fan to hold a chair for him. The fan, isn't fond of Bloodshed or the Wildcards . . . but who doesn't want to be a part of OAOAST history by holding Bloodshed's chair up in the air and get on TV? Bloodshed grabs O'Hara by the hair and then slams Jamie's face right into the chair. The fan kind of grimaced, but he had fun with it and got on TV! Bloodshed grabs O'Hara by the hair once more, and guides him all the way through the crowd, to another fan, wearing an old school ECW t-shirt, and gives this fan a chair as well! COACH Alright quit holding the damn chairs!! What are you some sort of SWF trash? COLE Now Coach it's the Wildcards that are trash, not all of the SWF or their fans. COACH SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURE. When Bloodshed goes to throw O'Hara into the chair the fan quickly pulls the chair out of the way, then hands it to O'Hara who uses it to strike Bloodshed right across the face before he realizes what just happened! *WHACK!!* Bloodshed begins to smile, the sick fuck actually smiles after the chair shot. Then he kicks the chair into O'Hara's face before wrapping his strap around his opponent's throat, dragging him up the steps with a sadistic grin on his face. Bloodshed reaches the top stair that section and then raises his arms, as if in victory. COACH You haven't won anything yet! You won't win a damn thing unless every last Hooligan is 6 feet under, they're not about to give up! COLE Alright don't tell them that they have to put someone 6 feet under, we don't need to give them any ideas. Bloodshed laughs, as he turns to the crowd, looking at the people that are hating on him at this very minute and he's loving it. Bloodshed begins to open his mouth to say something derogatory probably, but . . *POW!* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! O'Hara whips Bloodshed across the back getting the former Apostle to release the grip he had on Jamie O'Hara, moments later O'Hara gives Bloodshed's strap a might tug and Bloodshed comes flipping and sliding way down the stairs going ass over elbow and elbow over ass until he comes somersaulting down at the end, hitting his head and back on the bleachers, eventually landing on the hard ground. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! COACH ATTA BOY!! We may just have seen the last of Bloodshed! COLE Is it ironic that a guy named Bloodshed has been cut open? COACH More like "appropriate" - "fitting" - "About time" - "Not nearly enough" COLE Alright, alright they get it at home. O'Hara comes down the steps and then leaps off with the strap raised high giving the lash a good 5-6 feet of extra momentum before bringing it down on Bloodshed's back *POW!!* The lash tears Bloodshed's shirt open and the lashes that follows opens the tear even wider making the welts on Bloodshed's back stand out clearly making it quite obvious that no one is holding back tonight. COACH KEEP WHIPPING O'HARA!! But O'Hara doesn't take Coach's advice - Probably because he can't hear him where he is. He discontinues whipping his opponent and picks up Bloodshed by the hair. O'Hara drags him over closer to the guard rail and then whips him into it so that Bloodshed flips over into the aisle. As O'Hara makes his way over to Bruce he finds a a trash can. Not a metal one like you normally see as a weapon, but one where a fan seconds before put his half full Pepsi. O'Hara grabs it and then uses it to demonstrate exactly what he thinks of the Wildcards as he dumps the trash on top of Bloodshed before hurling the trashcan at his opponent! O'HARA!! O'HARA!! O'HARA!! O'HARA!! With most of the focus on the Bloodshed / O'Hara exchange in the bleachers people are a little surprised to see that Johnny Jax has a battered and tattered Todd Cortez in trouble in the ring. Jax quickly pulls a thumb across the throat to signal "the end" and then picks up Todd Cortez in a fireman's carry... COACH JAM SESSION!! JAM SESSION COMING UP!! COLE If he hits this the Wildcards are sure to have their first elimination, come on Johnny! Cortez spoils the moment for everyone through as he digs a thumb into Jax's eye to break the hold, then he flips off Johnny Jax's back - or at least tries to as the Hooligan manages to snag his strap around Cortez's throat and have him hanging off his back. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! Cortez digs and claws at the strap around his throat trying desperately to draw a breath as the entire arena chant for Jax to finish the job. Jax bends forward almost in a backslide position with Cortez being held only by the strap around his throat, choking the Urban Legend, cutting off his oxygen, turning his face a weird shade of blue! COACH YES!! YES!! YES!! YES!! YES!! YES!! YES!! YES!! YES!! COLE I couldn't have said it better myself Cortez's legs are flailing though the air as he tries to break free but doesn't seem to be able to do so, that is until Jax staggers a little too close to the ropes and Cortez manages to kick back against the top rope, flipping himself over the top of Johnny Jax... COACH No! No!! ...and then tucks Jax's head between his legs in one smooth motion, leaping right over his back with the RIOT ACT PLUS! *WHAM!!* COACH No! No!! No! No!! Cortez is quick to cover after driving Jax's head into the ground with the flipping pile driver, as the biggest man on the opposing team is now out cold! ONE!! COACH No! No!! No! No!! No! No!! No! No!! TWO!! COACH No! No!! No! No!! No! No!! No! No!! No! No!! THREE!!! COACH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! MICHAEL BUFFER Johnny Jax has been eliminated!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! COLE I. . . I can't believe it, it's now 2 on 3 and the Hooligans are at a serious disadvantage numbers wise already in the early goings of this war! They may be at a disadvantage right now but with Cortez flat on the canvas trying to regain his breath after being strangled with the strap it's not something that's come into play just yet. On the floor Static and Blank are duking it out with Bruce focusing especially on the cut on Static’s head turning the plucky youngster’s face into the proverbial crimson mask. Scotty gets an elbow, Blank nails a forearm, then another. Blank then goes crazy with jabs, jabbing like Ali if he was a near 300 pound redneck. Blank spins in a complete circle, and nails Static in the face with a Discus clothesline! COACH Static just won’t stay down! Static doesn’t seem too affected by the clothesline, and gets right back up, but he is met quickly by a running Bruce Blank clothesline once more. Scotty Static still won't stay down though, he’s too determined and running on pure adrenaline to just lay down so rises again, not as fast as the first time though. He's met with a flying clothesline that takes him opponent down hard and then a cover by Blank on the floor! ONE! COACH No! No! No! TWOO!! COACH No! No! No! No! THR-NOROLLSOVER! COLE OH HEEEEEEEEEEEEELL NO CAUSE HE KICKED OUT!! Bruce gets up and notices the discarded metal chair that came in use earlier, he grabs it, unfolds it and positions it on the mat. Then he grabs Scotty around the head, gets a running start and ... *CRACK!!* BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! COLE A bulldog on the chair! My god look at the blood smeared on the chair! COACH Holy Shit! Bruce hooks a leg, and makes a cover! ONE! TWOOOO!!! THR-ALMOST~!~! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH SCOTTY!! SCOTTY!! SCOTTY!! SCOTTY!! Blank looks at the fallen Static standing over him with a sadistic grin on his face, then he... *P-TOI!!* HOCKS A LOOGIE ON HIM! COLE Oh that's gross! COACH Gross? That’s Bruce BEGGING to be attacked by the entire OAOAST roster. Blank grabs Static by the trunks and throws him into the ring and then follows right behind him. COLE Where the hell did Cortez go? Wasn’t he in the ring moments ago? COACH You see him heading up the aisle? I think he’s going to help Bloodshed Bruce picks Scotty up by the strap and whips him hard into the turnbuckle and then lifts him up so he sits at the top rope. Blank tries to climb up there with him, but Scotty throws forearms at Blank, preventing the big man from doing so. Bruce gets one more good shot in, but it lights a fire in Scotty’s eyes, as he starts to go crazy with forearms, and elbows, and punches of all sorts, hooks, jabs, uppercuts you name it and Scotty Static is throwing it! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! The sudden flurry of punches puts him in control, giving Scotty the chance to double underhook Bruce’s arms from the 2nd ropes. Then he leaps into a spin . . . and sits out . . . *WHAM!!* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! COLE Holy crap!! A tornado Pedigree, I don’t think I’ve ever seem that move before! COACH COVER HIM!! COME ON SCOTTY GET HIS REDNECK ASS OUT OF HERE Scotty Static crawls over and then climbs on top of Bruce as the entire arena counts along with the referee! ONE!! TWO!!! THR-NOTYET!! Bruce's left shoulder raises off the mat just before the referee’s hand hits the mat a third time. Scotty can't believe that Bruce kicked out and desperately tries to come up with a way to put Bruce down permanently. Inspiration strikes the Hooligan as Bruce slowly gets up on his hands and knees, Akira gets up and straddles Bruce's back and then swiftly wraps the strap around Bruce's head and then tightens his grip on it putting the squeeze on Bruce. COACH RIDE 'EM COWBOY!! The strap is wrapped around Bruce's head in such a manner that the leather rawhide digs into Bruce's eyes and the bridge of his nose as Scotty keeps twisting and pulling back on it, hoping to get Bruce to tap out from the immense pain. COLE How much more can Bruce take? He must feel like his head is trapped in a vice - it must be excruciating! COACH Good! I hope so COLE I think Bruce is forgetting the rules now, there are no rope breaks. Scotty can't be disqualified after all The referee can’t do anything but watch as Bruce holds onto the bottom rope desperately in need of a rope break. With victory in his clutches Scotty sits down on Bruce's lower back and starts to pull backwards on the strap around Bruce's head, tightening it so much that small droplets of blood appear from under the strap. With the pressure increased Bruce is really close to the edge, hand twitches several times as if he was contemplating tapping out, but so far he fights the urge. COACH I didn't think Scotty had THIS in him, I didn’t know he had this astonishing level of brutality in him. COLE What is it they say about desperate times and desperate measures? COACH They usually suck? After applying pressure to the chain for several minutes Scotty decides that he needs to explore other avenues of attack and releases the strap around Bruce's head. But the Trailerpark Messiah doesn't get much time to breath as Scotty kicks him in the gut with a sliding drop kick that knocks Bruce under the bottom rope to the floor. Scotty quickly slides under the bottom rope as well but making sure he ends up on the opposite side of the ringpost. COLE Did he miss his dive? COACH Of course not, Static is just where he wants to be The moment Bruce is up Scotty reaches through under the turnbuckles, grabs hold of the strap around Bruce’s and pulls with all his power dragging Bruce forward, bouncing his skull off the turnbuckle! *CLANG!!* Todd Cortez is still a bit winded from being choked out by Johnny Jax but is making his way over to where Bloodshed and Jamie O’Hara have been battling it out. O’Hara swings at Bloodshed to prevent him from getting back up onto his feet, but Bloodshed is aware of his surroundings and swiftly grabs a chair to hold it in the path of O’Hara’s fist *CLANG!!* Jamie clutches his fist in pain and agony as Bloodshed manages to get up on his knees and then finally back to his feet for the first time in several minutes. After closing the distance with a few staggering steps Bloodshed grabs O’Hara by the throat and the tights and tries to toss the Birmingham Bad Boy over the guard rail. The first attempt isn't successful as Bloodshed isn't able to get a good angle. The second attempt fails as well as O’Hara puts a hand on the guardrail to block it. Unfortunately for O’Hara the third attempt is aided by Todd Cortez and the two Wildcarders are able to pitch Jamie O’Hara into the third row sending the fans scurrying once again. COLE Two on one, I’m not sure those odds are unfair enough for the Wildcards! COACH He’s not called the Birmingham Bad Boy for nothing, he’ll manage. Bloodshed and Cortez both step over the guardrail once the fans in the first three rows have moved out of the way and proceeds to hit a double Yakuza kick to O’Hara’s face knocking him backwards through the next 2 rows of folding chairs. Once it becomes clear that all the fans in the floor section are in harms way security helps them move out of the way of the three men’s path, resulting in them clearing a path to the back of the arena where the entrance stage and camera scaffolding are set up. Bloodshed and Cortez both grab hold of O’Hara’s hair, totally in control of the match and looking for something to use as a weapon. Bloodshed notices a large structure with a scaffold around it his eyes light up with evil intentions as he points it out to Cortez. COACH WHERE ARE THEY GOING?? COLE I don’t like the look of this at all. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! FUCK YOU WILDCARDS!! FUCK YOU WILDCARDS!! After a swift kick to the gut Bloodshed and Cortez picks O’Hara up by the legs, then they take two steps backwards towards the scaffold and tosses the Birmingham Bad Boy hoping to drop him face first on the metal poles. COLE O'HARA LANDED ON HIS FEET!! With little regard for his own health O’Hara quickly flips backwards for a twisting body press off the scaffold towards both of his opponents. Unfortunately the body press is caught by both Cortez and Bloodshed who then runs Jamie back first into the scaffold. *CRASH!!* The smirk on Bloodshed’s face is partially obscured by the blood on his face but it's obvious that the Wildcarder is enjoying inflicting pain. Bloodshed inflicts even further pain on O'Hara as he body slams him onto the stone floor with a sick thud as Cortez just urges him on. Then Bloodshed looks up, not at the sky or the ceiling but to the top of the scaffold. With a sick grin Bloodshed quickly wraps the strap around O’Hara’s neck and drags the Birmingham Bad Boy to his feet. COACH He's not… COLE He’s INSANE!! With a good grip on O’Hara Bloodshed begins to climb up the side of the scaffold, yanking on the strap wrapped around Jamie’s neck to get his opponent to follow him up the side of the steel construct. The crowd intensity rises and this time not due to the hatred of the Wildcarders but mainly because no one knows for sure what Bloodshed has in mind. Rung by rung, pole by pole Bloodshed slowly climbs the scaffold with O’Hara in tow. COACH They've got to be over 15 feet up already COLE At least, maybe more like 20 though - it's not a place you want to fall off After being dragged up most of the scaffold O’Hara finally puts on the brakes as he wraps his legs around one of the bars and refuses to climb any further. Then he sweeps one of Bloodshed’s legs off causing the Wildcarder to land on a metal pole straddling it with a leg on each side OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWW!! O’Hara reaches for some of the rope that’s been used to secure the scaffold, wraps it around Bloodshed’s leg and then pushes his opponent off the scaffold so that he hangs upside down from one leg about 3-4 feet off the floor YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! COACH He’s neutralized Bloodshed! COLE And he’s still climbing? Get down you nutcase! But O’Hara is not listening as he climbs all the way up on the top of the scaffold, only to turn around and be met with a kick to the face by the Urban Legend who’s nimbly climbed up the other side of the scaffold the moment Bloodshed got in trouble. Cortez grabs O’Hara by the hair and then runs across the top of the scaffold, throwing O’Hara over the waist high guardrail . . . Fortunately for the Birmingham Bad Boy he's able to grab hold of the guardrail and land on the edge of the scaffold instead of dropping the 20 feet to the floor! Cortez has his back turned and is too busy showing off to the crowd to notice that O’Hara didn't fall down, but once the Urban Legend turns around he's in for a huge surprise - In the form of a super kick square on the jaw, a super kick that sends Cortez backwards against the protective rail on the scaffold, a super kick that has so much force behind it that it pops the protective rail out of it's socket and Cortez goes falling over the side with a piece of scaffolding in his hands! COLE OH MY GOD!! *CRASSSH!!* HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! Cortez fell from the scaffolding and went right through a piece of the stage on impact in what was a truly disturbing image, so disturbing that even Scotty Static and Bruce Blank stop fighting for a moment and turn their attention towards the stage! COACH I may get in trouble for this but. . . GOOD!! Jamie O’Hara quickly climbs down the scaffold and then makes a cover on Todd Cortez while he’s still in the hole in the stage! ONE!! COACH Oh Yes! TWO!! COACH Oh hell yes! THREE!! COACH OOOOOOOOOOOOOH HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLL YEAAAAAAAAAAHH!!! COLE WE’RE TWO ON TWO!! O’HARA EVENED THE SIDES!! Unfortunately for Coach, Cole, Static, O’Hara, the fans in the crowd, the audience at home and most of the geeks following this online there isn’t much time to celebrate as Bloodshed has managed to untangle himself from the rope and has found a piece of plastic used to wrap the cables in during transport – the heavy duty kind of plastic. COLE Watch out that mad man is right behind you!! But the warning comes just a moment too late as Bloodshed wraps the piece of plastic around O’Hara’s face as he was being helped out of the hole by the referee, then Bloodshed wraps it around once more to make sure that no air can get in or out. With O’Hara’s face wrapped in plastic Bloodshed ensures that his opponent can’t tear at the plastic by locking on a Full Nelson while the crowd looks on in horror COACH YOU CAN’T DO THAT!! COLE Oh my good, look at O’Hara trying to breathe, sucking in the plastic – it’s horrible! YOU SICK FUCK!! YOU SICK FUCK!! YOU SICK FUCK!! But the chant just validates Bloodshed’s actions (at least to him) and the sadistic smirk on his face widens as he feels O’Hara slowly fading away with each breath he’s prevented from taking. The referee is in there quickly to check on O’Hara, watching for any movement as the white plastic turns his face into a horrific mask of pain. The moment O’Hara’s hands drop down limp the referee quickly calls for the bell instead of waiting for the usual “3 drops of the hand”. Panicking, the official does not know what to do, but as soon as the scrawny Britton appears to lose consciousness, he calls for the bell, his mercy being perhaps the only way he'd save him from a worse fate by Bloodshed. * DING!*DING!*DING!*DING!*DING!* MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen the referee has decided that Jamie O’Hara is unable to continue, and he is now eliminated! COLE You know what? I’d rather see that than O’Hara suffering permanent damage...but now The Wildcards have a 2 on 1 advantage on Scotty Static! The referee demands a break from Bloodshed, a threat that he doesn’t really take seriously. Bloodshed laughs as he continues his attempted homicide, pulling back on O'Hara's head to stare him in the eyes...but seeing Jamie's eyes closed shut he tosses him down to the ground, standing over him as the referee tears the plastic bag from over his head and waves for help. Bloodshed laughs, looking at O'Hara's limp carcass, but then turns his attention to the ring, heading over their to do battle with the lone Hooligan left. COACH Scotty you got to do this! You got to for the Hooligans! COLE FOR THE OAOAST DAMN IT!! Bloodshed hops the railing and slides into the ring as Static has Blank down on all fours, and is whipping him repeatedly with the strap. As he cocks his arm back for another swing, Bloodshed grabs it and swings him around, spewing his own plasma into the already soaked face of Static, and blinding him with BLOODMIST! COLE That sick sonuvabitch! Spitting his own blood into Scotty's face! Static flails his arms, deflecting any oncoming attacks, but Bloodshed takes him by the head and drives a knee into his gut to stun him. Bloodshed looks around, pausing before acting...which proves to be a mistake, as Static drops to his knees and delivers a low blow that's enough to stun the sadistic Wildcard! The crowd roars as Scotty gets up and turns around...RIGHT INTO A BIG BOOT BY BRUCE BLANK! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! COLE C'mon Scotty...we're BEGGING YOU! COME ON! Static is down, and so Blank hits the ropes and drops a big elbow on Scotty, then leans his large form down on the Hooligan and pounds away at his forehead, causing blood to spatter all about. The Wildcards and The Hooligans have turned the arena into something akin to a crime scene, especially the ring, which is covered in the blood of the competitors. He pulls Static up to his feet, nodding to the crowd that he senses "the end"...but Static rocks him with a jawbreaker out of nowhere! Blank reels as the crowd picks up, rooting Scotty on as he struggles back to his feet. Covered in blood, Static hobbles to his feet, clutching the length of strap in his hand...and then cracks it across Blank's back! A second shot sends Blank reeling again, and then Static takes him by the head, luring him towards the turnbuckles and ramming his head into the top turnbuckle once, twice, threefourfivesixseven...so many times that even the crowd lost count! Blank slumps down against the corner, and Static opens fire with more strap shots, causing audible wincing and groans from the supposed King of Hardcore! Static turns around, but there's Bloodshed, clutching a steel chair in his hands...but Static rolls under the chairshot! He gets to his feet and delivers a running kick, again catching Bloodshed between the legs, and then he snares the chair from him and LEVELS him, swinging for the fences and nearly taking his head off in the process! The crowd roars as Static stands tall, and looking to his right, he notices Blank starting to stand up...so a running chairshot to the back takes care of the big man, knocking him through the ropes and to the floor! COLE Scotty Static is running wild with that chair, and he's isolated Bloodshed now! COACH Do it up, Scotty, c'mon man! With both Wildcards down, Static rolls to the canvas and out of the ring, and starts rooting around. The fans are buzzing, and then pop loudly when they see what's coming...that being a nice wooden implement of destruction that's known worldwide as...a TABLE! PUT HIM THROUGH IT! clap clap clapclapclap PUT HIM THROUGH IT! clap clap clapclapclap COACH Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about! Static sets the table up at ringside, and climbs back up on the apron...right into the path of a strap shot from Bloodshed...NO! Static ducks it, and shoulderblocks Bloodshed through the ropes, then drags him out to the apron. Holding him by the head, Static looks to the crowd for a moment before dropping down, driving Bloodshed's head into the hard ring apron with a DDT! COLE There is NO GIVE on the frame of the ring, and Bloodshed's head was just driven into it with a DDT! Static rolls Bloodshed onto the table, and whips him several times across the ribs for good measure, keeping him at bay. Static then climbs the ropes, drawing a loud response from the crowd as they anticipate what's next. With his back to Bloodshed, Static stands tall, and then leaps once, spinning his position around before springing forward off the ropes... ...AND PUTTING BLOODSHED THROUGH THE TABLE WITH THE STATIC SHOCK AT RINGSIDE~! COACH YO~! COLE YES! ALL RIGHT SCOTTY! ALL RIGHT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Static, nearly as lifeless as his opponent, stays laying across him, as the referee slides out of the ring and makes the count on the floor. ONE! TWO! THREE! MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, BLOODSHED has been eliminated! COLE It's ONE ON ONE! COACH Keep those fingers crossed, Mikey Cole! Struggling, Static drags himself to his feet with the aid of the referee, and then rolls himself into the ring. He gets to his feet, and then WHAM! BLANK BRINGS A STEEL CHAIR ACROSS HIS HEAD! COLE NO! NO NOT LIKE THIS! Blank goes for the cover, hooking the leg as Static is beaten and broken. ONE! TWO! THREENO!NO!NO! COLE Did he... COACH HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! The crowd goes NUTS as Static gets a shoulder up, even surprising Blank! Now pissed, Blank drags Static up, slapping him across the face, because how DARE he kick out when Bruce Blank think he's done for. Blank slaps Static around, drawing an unfavorable reaction from the fans...AND from Static, who spits in his face! Blank swings for the fences with a hard fist, but Static ducks it...and he jumps on Blank's back, wrapping the strap around his neck and choking him out! COLE That's it! Take him out, Scotty! Blank flails around, trying desperately to free himself, as Static pulls the strap tighter around his throat, blocking more air the tighter it gets! COACH C'mon Scotty! Blank continues to struggle, until he backs himself into the corner, ramming Scotty hard against the turnbuckles...but Static STILL won't break, as he uses the turnbuckles to climb right back up onto the big man's back! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! The crowd explodes, as Blank again is caught in the strangling by the outspoken superstar...but this time he reaches back and takes Static by the head, and snapmares him over to the canvas! Blank falls to one knee, catching himself, as Static rolls to his feet...but when Blank comes up, he brings the steel chair up with him, and WAYLAYS Static, knocking him cold...AND THE LIGHTS IN THE ARENA GO OUT!??!!?!? COLE What the hell? COACH He hit him so hard he blew the power out! COLE There's been a blackout in the arena...do we have generators? We have to have something...the PPV audience...the audience here is going to be in an uproar! COACH But what caused it? COLE I have no idea...fans, just bear with us, as we're experiencing...wait...wait a minute...WAIT A MINUTE! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! The lights come back on, and the fans LEAP to their feet, cheering as loudly as possible! It's a standing ovation in the arena, as ZACK MALIBU IS IN THE RING! COLE ZACK MALIBU IS BACK! ZACK MALIBU IS BACK!!!! Blank hasn't noticed, as he's confused from the power outage, and staring to make sure Scotty Static doesn't move. ZACK! ZACK! ZACK! ZACK! ZACK! COLE LISTEN TO THIS CROWD! BLANK DOESN'T SEEM HIM YET! Blank, even more confused by the chants of the fans, starts to back up, while Malibu, dressed simply in jeans and a black T-shirt, stands still, fuming. Blank does a slow turn, and now the leader of The Wildcards is face to face with Zack Malibu, the man that he and his cohorts thought they had put out of the wrestling business! COACH He looks like he's seen a ghost! The two lock eyes, as Blank mumbles "son of a bitch" under his breath and hoists the chair up...ONLY FOR MALIBU TO LEVEL HIM WITH A SCHOOL'S OUT, KICKING THE CHAIR IN HIS FACE~! COLE Blank is DOWN! The big man goes down in a heap, and Malibu grabs the chair, standing over him and bringing Blank up by the hair...and then CRACKS HIM ACROSS THE SKULL WITH A HARD CHAIRSHOT! Blank goes back down, and now Zack stands over him, brutalizing him with chairshot after chairshot across every inch of his body! COLE He's snapped! Zack Malibu has lost it, and rightfully so! Blank's body bounces off the canvas after every shot, until Malibu throws the chair away, tired of beating on Blank. He stares down at Blank before looking up into the hard camera, giving the home audience a closeup shot of the gleam of vengeance in his eyes. COACH I never thought I'd be so happy to see Zack Malibu in my life! Malibu looks around, as the whole arena is chanting his name, happy to see him after what many thought would have been the last time. COLE He did it for Caboose, he did it for the company, and he did it for himself! He's come back from the dead to get rid of those damn Wildcards! Scotty Static, barely recognizable under his crimson mask, staggers to his feet with the help of the ropes, and looks over at Malibu, who stares right back. Malibu then backs up and ducks out of the ring, circling ringside as Static takes the steel chair and drapes it over Blank's upper body. COLE Static is up, and Malibu is policing ringside! COACH I don't think either of The Wildcards are in the condition to come out here...it's man to man now! Scotty slowly climbs the ropes, again with his back to his opponent. Blank is lifeless under the steel chair, as Static jumps once, jumps twice...AND HITS THE STATIC SHOCK ON THE STEEL CHAIR, SANDWICHING BLANK UNDER IT! COLE YES! PIN HIM! PIN HIM SCOTTY! Static rolls in agony, but desperately reaches over for Blank's unconscious body, and drags himself on top of it, as the referee dives to the canvas. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! COLE YES! COACH THAT'S MY BOY! YES! The crowd ERUPTS as the referee calls for the bell, and Michael Buffer comes to his feet for the announcement. MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winners...and the NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW OAOAST WORLD SIX MAN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...THE HOOOOOOOOOOOOOLIGAAAAAAAAAAAANSSSSSS! "Make Her Say" explodes over the speakers, as Static is helped to his feet, his blood staining the zebra striped shirt of the referee. Static has his hand raised, but can barely stand. The referee tends to him and motions for help, while Zack Malibu, nodding in approval, steps into the crowd and backs up before disappearing into the sea of fans. COLE They did it, and what a night...what a blow to The Wildcards! Not only are they no longer the World Six Man Tag Team Champions, but just when they thought they've made their mark...just when they thought they ripped the heart out of this company...ZACK MALIBU is BACK, Coach! COACH It's like bizarro world, Mikey Cole, with you cheering for The Hooligans and me happy to see Zack, but anythings better than those Wildcards! EMT's help Static to the back, afraid of all the blood he's lost. Nobody on the OAOAST staff pays any attention to Blank, who is only now starting to stir. Pushing the chair off of him, Blank rolls onto his stomach, and pushes up onto all fours, the cameras closing in on his face...and he's...LAUGHING!? COLE What's he laughing about? COACH God only knows, Cole. God only knows. Blank chuckles some more before collapsing back to the canvas, almost like a movie scene villain getting the last laugh. Tonight, however, was not his last laugh. That belongs to Zack Malibu and The Hooligans.
  13. Zack Malibu

    TNA's Greatest Match

    Coincidental that you say that, as I popped in a random unlabeled tape last night, and that episode is one of the events on it (cage match just finished now as a matter of fact). I've been contemplating which shows to convert to DVD, so this one may be the first.
  14. Zack Malibu

    Okay, I'll Ask It.

    IIRC
  15. Zack Malibu

    Feedback for 6/22

    PK, stop flirting with the newcomers.
  16. Zack Malibu

    HD~!: Bruce Blank's Open Challenge.

    "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" is already in mid-song when we return to HeldDOWN~!, and Bruce Blank is halfway to the ring, once again weilding his trademark equalizer, while wearing a dog collar around his neck. COLE Fans, welcome back from our final commercial break! All night long we've been wondering who would possibly accept the open challenge laid out by the sadistic Bruce Blank earlier tonight, and that fateful moment is upon us right now! Blank again steps into the ring, and motions for the microphone, which a reluctant Michael Buffer hands over before scurrying back to his seat, obviously intimidated by the big brawler. The music dies down, but the vocal chords of the fans can still cause ringing in the ear, because the booing for Blank is overpowering. As per usual, Blank takes it in stride, his trademark snicker still apparent, as he begins to speak. BLANK All right now, the time is upon us. Let's see whose balls dropped, and who wants to make themselves a man tonight...or at least try to! Blank looks up the rampway, as do the fans, but there's nothing to be seen. No theme music to play. BLANK Come on now boys...hell, you don't even have to be a boy, I'll take on one of them there lil' ladies back there too! Despite extending the challenge to the rest of the OAOAST's mixed roster, nobody so much as peeks their head through the curtain, causing Blank to have a fit of laughter. BLANK Hahaha, oh this is rich...all you people in the crowd, I hope you remember this night for a long time, because as payin' customers, you should be offended. As OAOAST fans, you should be offended, because look at what your money and support gets you? My good friend Todd Cortez said it perfectly a few weeks ago...you're in a world without heroes now, you've got no savior anymore. We killed your poster boy, his career is dead and buried, and it's caused a ripple effect throughout the whole company! You've got no one...NO ONE to save you now! There's no more happy endings in the OAOAST! The fans, who don't believe a word of Blank's bunk, begin booking and hurling insults at the big redneck. He snaps right back at some of them off-mic, which is probably good for the company, as surely not all of the comments were directed in a tasteful manner. COLE Is Bruce Blank right? I mean...EVERYONE has been against the fact that The Wildcards are a part of our company, so why wouldn't any...hey...'boose? Caboose? COACH Is he...he IS! Once the fans take notice, they begin to roar, as Caboose, cricket bat in hand, steps out from behind the commentary table at Sofa Central, and stands at ringside, looking up into the ring at Blank, who seems to be a mix of shocked and pleased. Caboose hops up on the apron, and a loud chant breaks out, as the legendary star steps into the ring and stands face to face with the intimidating redneck. "CA-BOOSE!" "CA-BOOSE!" "CA-BOOSE!" Blank looks down into the eyes of his foe, but Caboose, unaffected by the size and mentality of Blank, snatches the microphone out of his hand! CABOOSE Let me tell you something. First, the reason nobody has come out of that locker room for this challenge of yours, is because I told them to stay back there. I wanted this time for myself, because it's about time you learned a thing or two. The fans ROAR, and Blank is even more shocked, because someone actually had the gall to call him out during what he thought was "his time". CABOOSE When you three came into the OAOAST thanks to Zack Malibu, many of us...ALL of us actually, second guessed it. We knew where you were coming from and what you were capable of, and truthfully, some of us felt slighted that Malibu felt he couldn't rely on his friends, on the people that have always supported him and been there for him. The fact of the matter is, Blank, is not that you and the Wildcards made your mark wrestling in bloodbaths and a more brutal atmosphere. It's also not the fact that you come to us from the SWF, a company that has been actively competing with us for years now. It's not the fact that you have no remorse, because let's face it, we're in the wrestling business. Like you've said in the past, it's kill or be killed in this sport. What it is about you and The Wildcards, Blank, is that at first you thought you were getting a free ride with Malibu...you thought that you were above us all. Then you take him out, you take out your meal ticket, the man who brought you to the dance...just to further feed your already out of control egos? You think because you spill some blood, because you're handy with the weapons, that it automatically makes everyone fear you? I'm going to tell you right here and now...I do not fear you. The crowd explodes, and Blank is now more angry than shocked. CABOOSE I'm going to tell you something right now...you pride yourself on death matches and spilling blood, that's all well and good, because I've been down that road before. I've been to the dark side and back, I have been bloodied, burned, torn apart by glass and barbed wire and God knows what else, and I've remained here to tell the tale, and I am not going to let a trio of people like you stain this company's reputation. This company...this company is my home. It is home to everyone in that locker room, at that commentary table, and to every fan who fills a seat in an arena, we open our home to them. YOU are unwelcome in my home, Bruce Blank. Neither are Todd Cortez or Bloodshed. I have bled for this company...I nearly DIED for this company! Oh yes, Bruce, there I was, on national television, having the life sucked out of me as someone just like you strangled me to quench his insatiable thirst for violence. It was enough to make me second guess myself, to take some time off and reflect...and that was until Zack Malibu contacted me. It was Zack who told me to get off my ass and get back here to stand up for myself, to perserve my reputation as one of the best. It was Zack Malibu who got me back into the company and allowed me to add onto my legacy. It was Zack Malibu, my FRIEND, who you destroyed several weeks ago inside a steel cage while I watched on...I watched on because part of me wanted Zack to see what he did was wrong. I wanted Zack to realize he made a mistake in bringing you in, but then I realized that I made a mistake for letting what took place take place. I made a mistake in sitting on my ass at the commentary table, numbed by what you did to the man who saved my career, and maybe my life. So tonight, I'm going to do Zack Malibu a solid. Tonight, you wanted a fight? YOU'VE GOT IT! Caboose drops the mic, and immediately swings for the fences, nailing Bruce Blank in the ribs with his cricket bat! Another shot over the back follows, and Blank is reeling as the fans go NUTS! COACH Mikey Cole, can you believe it!? COLE Not in the slightest! Caboose has had enough of Bruce Blank and The Wildcards! Blank staggers about, but then turns and swings wildly with his barbed wire bat...a shot that is deflected by the cricket bat! Caboose forces the bat out of Blank's hands, and it hits the canvas, while Caboose opens up with right hands to the sadistic trailer trash superstar! He sends Blank to the corner, then charges him...running right into a big boot by Bruce Blank! Caboose staggers away, while Blank takes the length of the dog collar chain and wraps it around his fists, then nails Caboose with a hard right hand! COLE Dammit! He just clocked Caboose with that chain and...yes, yes he's busted open! Caboose is dazed as he feels his forehead, the blood staining his fingertips. He stands up, but when he does Blank already has his trusty weapon in hand, and then swings hard, driving the barbed wire bat into Caboose's ribs! COLE NO! Caboose falls to his knees, hunched over and gagging for air. He crawls across the canvas and reaches out for his cricket bat, taking the handle in hand...but Blank steps on the other end of it, preventing him from getting it! COACH Mikey, this ain't gonna be good! Blank then reaches down and drags Caboose up, hammering him across the back with forearms before taking the chain and wrapping it around his neck, choking Caboose out! COLE This is deja vu for Caboose! He was choked out and left to die by Sandman years ago, and right now Bruce Blank is picking up where Sandman left off! Caboose struggles, panicking as this situation is all too familiar to him. He manages to turn his body and deliver some elbow shots to the ribcage of Blank, slowly but surely stunning the big man enough to cause his grip to loosen! Caboose then reaches down and grabs his bat off the canvas, and he swings...but it's CAUGHT by Blank, who tears the bat from Caboose's grip, and then slams it over his knee...BREAKING IT IN HALF! COLE Coach....Coach did I.... COACH HE BROKE THE BAT IN HALF, MIKEY! Caboose is weary and shocked, and Blank takes one half of the bat and jabs Caboose in the forehead with the splintered end! Caboose falls back to the canvas, and Blank drops to his knees, using the piece of Caboose's trademark weapon to carve up his forehead! COLE OK now this is enough...this isn't a challenge it's a massacre! Blank is going to town on Caboose, when all of a sudden the fans rejoice again, as the HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion FAQU races down the aisle! COLE It's Faqu! Faqu is racing down to help Caboose! The big Samoan slides into the ring, and Blank stands up, still clutching the splintered piece of bat and licking his lips at the fact he's got another victim primed to go. Faqu stands in the ready position, waiting to strike...but that brings out Cortez and Bloodshed behind him, and they jump him from behind! COLE Dammit, I should have know, the rest of The Wildcards just put the odds back in their favor! Cortez and Bloodshed stomp Faqu down, but the Samoan absorbs the blows and powers up, striking both Todd and Bloodshed with elbows and chops, trying to fight them both off...until Blank charges and jabs him just above the eye with Caboose's splintered bat! COLE NO! He could have blinded him with that shot! Faqu falls back to the ropes, but Cortez and Bloodshed pull him up, each holding an arm to leave him open as Blank goes and retrieves his barbed wire baseball bat, taking the end of the bat and ramming it into Faqu's ribs before putting the bat against his forehead longways, and raking it to the side, opening up a large gash on his forehead! COACH I'm gonna be sick, Cole. COLE This is insane! This is too much...TOO MUCH! Cortez and Bloodshed let Faqu drop in agony and begin to celebrate...not noticing that behind them, Caboose is pushing himself up to his feet. The blood mixed in with his trademark face pain, Caboose stands up and desperately charges forward, driving an elbow into the back of Cortez's head and sending him out of the ring! COLE HE'S STILL FIGHTING, COACH! Blank turns and grabs Caboose by the throat, but a low blow breaks that up pretty quickly, and Caboose hits the ropes and delivers a leaping clothesline that takes the big brute down! He starts to get up, but Bloodshed is on him like a bird of prey, raking at the open wound and jamming his fingers into it, almost as if he's trying to peel the wound open further...but Caboose reaches up and rakes the eyes, blinding his foe momentarily before reaching down and picking up Blank's bat and slamming it across Bloodshed's back! COACH YO~! ATTA BOY, CABOOSE! Bloodshed falls to his knees, groaning as he makes his way to the corner, reeling. Caboose stands over him, but before anything else can happen, Blank snares the bat from out of his hands, and when Caboose turns, he's met with a hard shot to the ribcage, so forceful that he coughs up blood that pools on the canvas! COLE Oh...my...God. Caboose falls over instantly, and when Cortez comes back into the ring, Blank tells him to go after the prone superstar, who has been brutally victimized. Cortez nods to Blank and pulls Caboose up, locking his head between his legs before jumping over his back, jarring his neck with a Riot Act Plus that knocks him out cold! COLE God damn it, that's enough now, let's get some help out here! Hearing Michael Cole's desperate plea, the locker room empties, as everyone from Alfdogg to NRG, from Los Diablos to Leon Rodez, have hit the ring area. The Wildcards take this as their cue to leave, ducking out of the ring and hopping the guardrail, as several superstars give chase to the bloodthirsty contingent. The cameras close in on the ring, and while Faqu is helped to his feet and tended to by medical staff in the corner, Caboose isn't so lucky. Rodez and Black T, who fought alongside Caboose as Originals, watch on as EMT's load Caboose onto a stretcher carefully, watching for a possible neck injury. COACH Cole...Cole we gotta get up in that ring. Without saying goodbye and signing off, Cole and Coach drop their headsets, coming over to ringside just as Caboose is being wheeled off. They watch on as the stretcher goes up the aisle, and Caboose makes an exit from the arena, although not in the way he intended... ...and perhaps for the very last time.
  17. I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known... It's a popular song, but the athlete (if you can call him that) claiming it as his theme music is anything but. Bruce Blank appears on the entrance stage laughing evily as he twirls a chain connected to the dog collar around his neck. In the other hand is his prized equalizer, the barbed wire baseball bat that has come into play quite often in recent weeks. COLE We heard earlier in the week via OAOAST.com that Blank has laid out an open challenge for tonight, and I've got to wonder if that's wise, given the reputation he has with the boys in the locker room. COACH Don't take this the wrong way or nothin', Mikey Cole, but that's EXACTLY why he laid out a challenge like this. He knows there ain't no one that's gonna take it! COLE We don't know that. COACH Tied up by a dog collar with THAT MAN across the ring? No thanks, playa. I'm hopin', seriously, that no one takes this cat up on the challenge. CABOOSE Imagaine this, Cole...Coachman showing some concern for once. COACH Damn right I am...can't get paid if this dude kills everyone on the roster! COLE ...we should have known, 'boose. The rugged redneck circles ringside, with the fans booing him with all their hearts, as the Wildcard is responsible for some of the most heinous actions in OAOAST history. He starts coming over to Michael Buffer, who looks up in both awe and fright at the big man, and Blank slowly leans down, staring Buffer right in the eyes with an evil glare before laughing in his face and grabbing the microphone. COLE I think we just saw Michael Buffer suffer a heart attack on live television! Blank steps into the ring, the chain clanging against the metal steps when he does. He looks around, awfully happy for someone so hated by the fanbase, and then starts to speak. BLANK Allllllllllll righty now, I'm sure ya'll know why I'm out here, and for those of you who don't, well, lemme tell ya. See, for the last couple o' weeks, it seems everyone's all of a sudden got an opinion about The Wildcards. We're too violent, too hardcore, too this, too that...well it's funny how those words seem to cease when we're in the faces of everyone else. Now Sunday night, me and my boys are putting our titles on the line in our kind of match against those damn Hooligans...that is if Jamie O'Hara makes it outta here alive tonight since my brother, a bonafide SWF Superstar he is, Wayne Blank is here tonight to take care o' that scrawny little flea and get revenge for him showin' up where he didn't belong last week! CABOOSE Blank obviously referrring to them *ahem* competition's broadcast last week... BLANK Tonight, though...tonight I feel that I need me a warmup. I need a few warm bodies to turn cold, and really get my juices flowin' for Sunday's Ultimate Punishment match. So if anyone in the back room there is feelin' froggy, here's your chance to jump. I got an open contract for tonight, and any of ya'll man, woman, or child can take me up on it if you'd like. 'Course, you gotta have the other end of this here chain collared around your neck so that we can make it real intimate like, but that's neither here nor there. I realize that it's early, some of you might need to kick back some o' that liquid courage, call your families, and say your prayers, so as a man of reason I'll allow you that time. I'ma be back out here later tonight, ready to scrap, and I'll just say this...if no one takes me up on my offer, I'ma come back there and find one of ya'll myself to do it! Blank drops the mic in the ring and exits, leaving the crowd aghast at his nerve. Snickering all the way to the back, Blank pays no attention to the fans, not a care in the world despite being one of the most despised men spanning two different wrestling companies. COLE Bruce Blank has thrown down the gauntlet here tonight! Just days away from putting the OAOAST World Six Man Titles on the line in an Ultimate Punishment match with The Hooligans, which will see the rulebook thrown out the window and leather straps being used on each other, he has laid out an open challenge to anyone within the OAOAST! COACH That's ballsy when everyone wants his head on a platter, myself included! CABOOSE So you're gonna be the one to take him up on it? COACH HELLLLL no. COLE Apparently we'll find out a little while from now just who has decided to defend the OAOAST's honor, but until then, there's plenty of action to keep you occupied out there in TV land, so stick with us, we'll be right back!
  18. Zack Malibu

    Great Angle Bash booking thread

    GAB writers: Sorry for the short notice, but please omit Caboose from commentary this Sunday. Cole and Coach will be in the arena, while Caboose will be on "special assignment" elsewhere during the night.
  19. Zack Malibu

    A heads up for GAB writers.

    Please omit Caboose from commentary, have it just be Cole and Coach.
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    Great Angle Bash booking thread

    I'll get you some stats on Rikjin later tonight dude.
  21. Zack Malibu

    Great Angle Bash booking thread

    Feel free to toss in Rikjin Massamoto from HI-YAH (he was briefly used a few months back in a feud/tag with Foshi). He's not a total spot monkey, he's more technical than aerial, but he should work.
  22. Zack Malibu

    The sand in Kotz's vagina

    No one directs traffic like Czech!
  23. Zack Malibu

    The sand in Kotz's vagina

    That doesn't mean he likes you, though.
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    An Open Invitation To Join The OAOAST.

    Injury-milker.
  25. I'm pretty sure the title says it all. This is open to anyone with a genuine interest in trying this out and joining the fed. Maybe you've checked us out before and always wondered about joining. Maybe you're new to TSM and want something fun to be a part of. While our roster is fine and we're still churning out very good shows, you have to admit that we are in dire need of more active writers. The secondary characters, while still integral to the fed, have almost become priority simply because there aren't enough people involved in writing anymore. I've even been reading old shows/feedback threads. For instance, if you look at the feedback for the May 1st, 2003 HD (which featured me shockingly bringing Caboose back), it had a feedback thread with FORTY replies. These days, we're lucky to crack double digits. So here's the deal for anyone reading this. This isn't competitive, like our fellow e-fedders in the SWF. There are no word limits or punishments for not partaking in a particular show. We are a very communication heavy fed, relying on working with each other rather than against. The characters can be as serious or as wacky as you'd like them to be. You can be the Russian giant who chokeslams everything in sight, or a former Mafia hitman wrestling to make extra dough for his son's sex change operation. We could care less, as long as you bring the effort. Our shows, traditionally, are HeldDOWN~! on every Thursday night, and PPV's on the last Sunday of every month. We also have the occasional Syndicated broadcast, and are currently working out a new PPV schedule so that they may not be monthly, giving us more time to build angles rather than rush them. If anyone is serious, or inquisitive, about joining the company, please reply to this. As mentioned, there is no real criteria to meet. We're just trying to boost the ranks and interest. There are several very good storylines ongoing right now that I encourage you to read up on, that way you can be kept up to date on things. If you have any questions you'd rather ask in private, feel free to send a PM to me and I'll do my best to help you along. If I've forgotten anything, OAOAST guys, feel free to back me up here. I hope that something comes of this, because it'd be great for all of us.
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