Zack Malibu

I can see the belt being held up and put up for grabs in a four way with Christian, Sting, Killings and Abyss. It comes down to Christian and Sting in the end, and Christian uses heel chicanery to recapture the belt. The next week, Sting can confront him about it, and Christian can say that while Sting may not care about the belt, he does, and he'd do anything for it. Then build a singles match at the next PPV.

You might wanna PM Longdogger Pete then, since he's officially in.

OK guys, so we've got more consistent writing lately, and the addition of Blank and Rando, as well as the returns of Drek (if he's still writing?) and Ken help out greatly as well. My thought was this...we've spent time in the past senting out "recruiting forms" to certain posters...what about an "open invite" thread, that way EVERYONE can see it, and might show some interest? That way maybe some of the newer/lesser known TSM posters might find something that strikes them as wanting to be involved in. At any rate, I feel it's worth a shot to try and get a few more active writers, so that the secondary characters/filler becomes less of a necessity for our shows. Thoughts?

Cornette is scheduled for a long promo tonight, so I can only imagine what's going to happen when he gets ahold of a live mic on PPV. I think I may be looking forward to that more than any match on the show.

EDIT: NM...if you can make the segment that I'll be sending in the last segment of the show, it would work best. Thanks in advance.

There is going to be an angle with Caboose this week that should serve a purpose for the "new announcers" angle.

The Young Pistols 123 Kid and Marty Jannetty (short lived, but a fun team) Barry Windham and Dustin Rhodes Ditto for the mentions of the Dynamic Duo (Hernandez and Adams) as well as the Coastal Connection (Rod Price and John Tatum). I also liked the pairing of The Sandman and "2 Gold" Scorpio (this was when he had both the TV and Tag Titles in ECW). One of my favorite teams of all time was the duo of Ricky Steamboat and Shane Douglas. The feud with the Hollywood Blondes (which put my four favorite wrestlers of all time in the ring together) was killer.

I'm betting he beats Sabin, Shelley wins the 6 Way to face Joe. Nash costs Joe the belt against Shelley, which leads to Nash getting beaten easily by Joe to further his rise.

BUMPED~! to keep it visible.

I thought those went without saying.

Backstage in the locker room area, the backstage announcer to the stars, the man who tells it like it is...or at least holds a microphone up so others can...JOSH MATTHEWS~! is sitting down with the newly crowned HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion, the "Samoan Tsunami" FAQU~! JOSH Faqu, first of all, congratulations on capturing the HI-YAH Heavyweight Championship last week in that exciting cage match with Zack Malibu. FAQU Thank you, Josh. JOSH I have to ask though...do you find the victory to be...bittersweet? FAQU Bittersweet how, Josh? JOSH Well, I mean you and Zack, you've had issues as it pertains to the addition of The Wildcards to the OAOAST. While you won the match cleanly and fairly, not only did you refuse a handshake from Zack at the start of the match, but you refused one after your win as well. Not to mention... FAQU ...not to mention I didn't come to his rescue, right? JOSH Right. FAQU It's like this, Josh. Zack Malibu is a tremendous competitor. A man that has paved the way for all of us to be here doing what we do best. Even in HI-YAH, he took this title that's over my shoulder, and put it on a higher level than it had ever been. He went all around the world, taking on anyone and everyone, stepping up his game and raising the prominence of HI-YAH, which has been a home to me and my partner James Blonde for many years now. However, I didn't agree with a lot of his recent decisions, and I hate to say it like this Josh, but I told him so. We ALL did. Myself, James, Caboose...we all warned him what these guys were about. They're three snakes, waiting to bite, and last week they took that opportunity. We knew it was coming, but either Zack was too blind to see it coming, or he just didn't want to believe he could be wrong. I prefer to think it was the latter, because Zack Malibu is not a stupid man. JOSH So...you're saying by not saving him, it was...tough love? FAQU Sadly, yes, Josh. Was it sickening? Incredibly. Was it hard not running out there and going back through that cage door to save my friend? Incredibly. It's just that...for years, Josh, and you know this as well as anyone, Zack tries to rally for his causes. It can be distracting to those of us working our way up the ranks, because the man is so loyal to this company, we have an obligation to him. To run back in that cage though, Josh, you know why nobody did it? Because it would be like telling Zack we were wrong about him. It would be like giving him a get out of jail free card. He brought The Wildcards upon us, and now, it's come back to haunt him. JOSH It's come back to haunt the company too. They're bound to us, contracted OAOAST superstars. FAQU If that's the case, Josh, then I hope Zack does make it back, because for this to be the end, and have that on his head as his last act...it's a shame. It's a damn shame. Both men look at the floor, a somber mood coming over the interview set, as the scene fades out.

While I'm open to suggestion, I don't think taking people's real life resumes into consideration matters for the OAOAST. We could make Lee Marshall a Rhodes Scholar and Bastion Booger a member of the Swedish Ski Team if we so desire.

Heard about this yesterday. Needless to say, I'll be contributing.

COLE Ladies and gentlemen, it's been the talk of the wrestling world for the past seven days...and it all went down on OAOAST television, on Thursday Night HeldDOWN~! one week ago. For some time now, emotions have run high in this company. The Civil War, the choosing sides, the tension amidst so many of our stars...that's all typical for our company, and for this industry. So are sneak attacks, chairshots, table breaks, and other methods of mayhem. But...but last week...last week the line was crossed, right here, right before my very eyes, and now...now we've got to give PROMO TIME to these guys? CABOOSE Don't you want an explanation, Cole? COLE You know what...I don't CARE what they have to say...I don't care about why they were brought here, or what it turned into. What I care about is that Zack Malibu, the face...the MAN that decided to adopt this company as his own, as his CAUSE, is...gone. Laid up somewhere, we don't know where, with God only knows how many injuries. Beaten to a bloody pulp...by those murderous, bloodthirsty...you know what...just bring them out...cue their music if you hear me in the truck...I've got nothing left to say that won't get us thrown off the air. COACH Mikey Cole's got a hair across his ass this wee... COLE COACHMAN, SHUT UP. Because if that was one of your "boys" then you'd be doing the same damn thing, just more annoyingly. Zack Malibu was trapped in that cage, already worn and bruised, and they took full advantage of it, and not one person in that damn arena helped him, and for WHAT!? To prove a point? Is that why, Caboose? CABOOSE Listen, Michael, I... COLE IS THAT WHY? CABOOSE Michael, don't do this, this isn't the time. COLE But it's the time to bring them out here, right? That's ok, right? Fine. Bring them out. Bring all three of the sick bastards out. The cameras pull away from Sofa Central, as Coachman and Caboose feel it's best to let Michael Cole vent his frustration with the actions of Blank, Cortez and Bloodshed. Just moments later, Cortez's theme song of "Oh No" is cued up, and The Wildcards, who gradually became enemies of the fanbase, are met with THUNDEROUS boos this time...and love every second of it. The sick smiles on the face of all three men only further the crowds hatred of them, and they gleefully soak in the boos as they hit the ring, with Cortez playing to the hard camera while Blank snickers on the apron, and Bloodshed peers through his evil eyes out towards the fans while standing on the middle rope. CABOOSE I'm surprised they didn't ask for a security escort with how many people want to hurt them. Blank, Cortez, and Bloodshed all filter towards the center of the ring. Blank motions for Buffer to bring the microphone into the ring for them, but Buffer won't budge. Blank turns to Bloodshed as if to ask "is he for real?" before walking to the ropes, and calling for the mic again. Buffer looks around, as the fans start a chant of "Don't Do It!" for the famed ring announcer...however the games stop when Cortez hops out of the ring and swipes the microphone from the timekeeper's table...and then SPITS IN THE FACE OF MICHAEL BUFFER! COLE Now COME ON! The crowd jumps on the incident, jeering loudly, as the dapper announcer wipes saliva from his cheek. Cortez rolls into the ring, and with the crowd still on his case, begins to address the fans. CORTEZ People, this is a sad day in the OAOAST. COACH Yeah, cuz you're out here! CABOOSE Burn. CORTEZ It's a sad day not for us, oh no, but for each and every one of you that paid your money to buy the ticket that got you into the arena tonight. It is a sad day for the viewers at home, all around the world. It is a sad day for every man, woman and child that supports this company. For every wrestler, valet, commentator, go-fer, and cameraman involved in this federation. Each and every one of you is in mourning, in agony, because you are now trapped in a place you do not wish to be...you are now trapped in a world without heroes! The crowd continues booing, going nonstop with their hatred, but Cortez carries on. CORTEZ Last week, the boiling point was reached. Do we look like three men that adhere to any type of authority? Zack Malibu did his part in getting us into the OAOAST, and we repaid him for it, but then he just kept coming back for more when he didn't like what he saw. He tried to put all the blame on US, make US into the bad guys, and you all bought into it! You all see us for brutal, bloodthirsty savages, and you know what? YOU'RE RIGHT! Because that's what gets us off...violence. It's a violent world. Everywhere you turn, crime is rampant. Everytime you put on the evening news, it's murder this, mugging that. I was RAISED on a diet of violence since birth...since BIRTH I had to learn how to kill, or be killed, and last week, we did just that. We killed. Not only did we kill off Zack Malibu, kill his career, but we killed the last bastion of hope that ANY of you had. We killed off the prodigal son, the one who carried the torch of this company...WE DID WHAT NO ONE ELSE SUCCEEDED IN DOING. Not Drek Stone, not Hoff, not Peter Knight, not Axel, not The Hooligans...all of you tried, and all of you failed. We did something you've all craved, you've all wanted for so so long...and yet you still jade us? What should have led us to be welcomed, FINALLY, with open arms has now blackballed us from the very company...THIS company...that we work for, and face it boys, it's all good and it's all legal, and we are your peers. Cortez pauses for a moment to catch a breath, but in the midst of it, Blank motions for the mic, while Bloodshed, arms crossed, looks on. BLANK Toddy, I'll take 'er from here right now. Ya see, Zack Malibu...he's a strange case. He acts all innocent when he knew full well what we were capable of, and if it's one thing me and the boys here aren't too keen on, it's phonies. Fakes. Frauds. That's what Zack Malibu is. Friend to your face, foe to your back. Nothin' but a leech, a parasite, clinging to whatever can make him and himself alone look good to try and appease you poor pathetic people who for years have bought into his crap. Well let me tell you all, everyone listenin' and watchin' right now...you can hate us for it, or you can thank us for it, but the bottom line, and you can bet yer last dollar on this one, is that Zack Malibu is GONE. DEAD AND DONE. Last week, as he lay at my feet, busted and bloodied, you may as well have piled the soil on him and set him off on a dirtnap, because there's no comin' back from that. To some, it was a message, to us, he's just a statistic...just another victim, another broken body layin' in our wake. In fact...there ain't no need to acknowledge him no more. Cortez nods, while Bloodshed grins a sinister, Cheshire cat like smile. Blank fixes the brim of his hat, and continues. BLANK What I do wanna talk about now is somethin' that's been irkin' me since last weekends Pay Per View. Now in case you live under a rock, you know that Bloodshed and myself also compete elsewhere, a little place called the SWF. A mixed reaction comes up, as some fans cheer and some boo the mention of the competition. BLANK A few weeks ago, Zack Malibu gave a free pass, a blessing, to his enemies...a way to make amends with the very people he brought us in to eliminate. He told those damn Hooligans that they could come at us anywhere, anytime, and what do they do? They get the idea, the NERVE, to show up on our home turf? They decide to show up in No Man's Land and cause a ruckus at our expense, and make us look like fools on a live pay per view when we had a major match at hand? Boys, I don't know when your balls dropped, but your mission was accomplished...you got our attention again, and this time...it's about more than just the World Six Man Titles. It's about more than revenge, retribution, or gaining your precious "street cred" at our expense. It's about punishment this time, boys. Ultimate Punishment. See, after what you pulled, we were quick to sign on the dotted line for The Great Angle Bash. We're gonna take you into our enviroment, turn this little squared circle here into our playground once again. The three of us, the three of you. No disqualifications, countouts, or any o' that. A match completely free of rules. Not one fall to a finish, but elimination style, and lastly...as if there wasn't enough violence planned...we're gonna give you a little extra somethin' that might help you last for more than five minutes...each of us, all six of us that is, are gonna have some incentive wrapped around our wrists...namely four foot long leather straps that we can use to whip, choke, hang and hurt each other until our backs are lobster red and welted...wooooo-whee, I'm gettin' goose bumps just thinkin' about it! Blank laughs a bit, and nods to Bloodshed and Cortez about what a great idea he thinks the Ultimate Punishment match is...and then quickly turns to the entranceway, as the sounds of "Make Her Say" jolts him, and gains his attention. COACH Ooooooooh boy. CABOOSE Here comes the calvalry! Getting their fair share of cheers this time around, Scotty Static, Johnny Jax, and Jamie O'Hara walk down the ramp with a purpose, hitting the ring. Once there, they go nose to nose with The Wildcards, and Static swipes the mic from Blank. STATIC Bruce, I don't care what kind of name you give it, or what stipulations you put on the contract...you want us? You got us. The Great Angle Bash is ON. The crowd roars, and The Wildcards seem pleased that these "pushovers" are welcoming the chance to be their next victims. STATIC But...Bruce, aren't you forgetting something? See, it might be a taboo subject around here, but we're not one for the rulebook either. Seems to me you're forgetting that you and the Smilin' Mime over there don't have to wait that long. Don't you guys forget that because of what happened Sunday, when we showed up on the SWF PPV and called you out, it hit you guys right "there", didn't it? Took the heart and soul right out of you that me and Jax, ya know, two of the punk bastards that you think are nothin' more than your tackling dummies, came at you on your home turf and punked you out in front of allllll those SWFers that you thought you had a hold on. See, you guys can't rely on your little intimidation factor with us, because quite frankly, none of us give a DAMN about who you are, what you've done, or what you think you're gonna do. Jamie O'Hara right here, this little man took beatings...took STAPLES from you sick sons of bitches, and look at him...he's STILL STANDING AND READY TO GO. My face...my face got busted up, my nose was pushed halfway across my cheekbone by Bloodshed, and yet here I am, all up in your grill. You think what you did to Zack Malibu worries us? Blank leans over, and speaks softly into the microphone. BLANK I don't think it worries you, boy. I think it scares you. Static shrugs his shoulders, playing off the fact that Blank just may be right...then cuts loose with a hard slap that brings a rise out of the crowd! STATIC SCARED? How's that for scared, you backwoods shit-hick? Let me tell you something right here and now...if we were scared, would we dare show up at the SWF? If we were scared, would we come back tomorrow night to your home turf to kick your ass and embarrass you? I don't care what your rep is, I don't care what "cred" you have...so you got to Malibu. Left him laying inside that cage last week covered, caked in his own blood, bleeding from head to toe. The thing is, Malibu was always about pleasing people...he always worried about what people thought, and that's why he wound up in the mess he got into when you came along. With us, it's a whole different story, because we don't give a DAMN what you think, what the OAOAST thinks, what the SWF thinks. Excessive violence? Unwarranted brutality? The way we see it, you paved the way for it, and now it's time for payback. An eye for an eye. You came here to make a name for yourselves, and you will. We'll make sure your names are in full view of the public eye...because they're gonna be etched onto your tombstones! Blank's face drops as Static tosses the mic down. The Hooligans back up, keeping an eye on The Wildcards, who appear very frustrated with the ballsy tatics of the OAOAST's cocky gangbangers. A staredown ensues as The Hooligans back up the aisle, exchanging words inaudible to the viewing audience, as we fade to commercial.

I've followed Hulk for years in his various forms (comics, TV show/movies, cartoons) so my opinion will always come off as biased. At any rate, while I enjoyed the movie, I didn't like the tweak to Banner's dad having him become The Absorbing Man (and honestly, Zzzax as well when he was in electrical mode). I didn't like the "breakup" elements of Banner and Betty, as they could have shown more sympathy for Bruce by having him pine for her and be the lovestruck bookworm rather than the jaded, broken hearted Bruce. For those who are comic/Hulk fans and complain about lack of action, think back to the TV show. Bixby would only transform at least once, typically twice at most an episode, and no more than that. That show did well to juggle the balance between the drama of Banner's demons and Hulk action. I wish they went the Rick Jones/gamma bomb route rather than "failed experiment as a child resurfaces during adulthood when exposed to more radiation". Bruce's father abused him, he didn't make him The Hulk, although the rage inside Banner stems quite a bit from his bitter childhood memories. I could have lived without the final battle. I could have lived without the ending (if anything, I'd have done a homage to the TV show with Bruce hitching a ride/walking away). The mutant dogs thing was stupid. If they were going to go that route, why not have scent tracking dogs sniff something of Banner's to get his scent, the radiation effects them, and then you've got a few killer dogs with some of Ross' soldiers tracking him down for a fight scene. Not daddy's enhanced pets. I thought the cast was perfect.

It's not so much an Invasion as "OAOAST vs. SWF". Blank, Bloodshed, and Cortez had a specific role that brought them into the company logically, and has splintered into both the major and offshoot feuds it had been planned to lead to. They are treated as outsiders more for their M.O. rather than "OMG TEH SWF GUYZ IN OUR LOCKER ROOM SUXZ", as the majority of the angle have seen them chastised for their bloodthirst moreso than their former/current affiliation. If anyone else showed interest in coming in it wouldn't necessarily have to be for that angle, but it's an open door as to how to get any interested SWFers in storyline wise, either as allies or rivals of The Wildcards. Cheap plug here, but read up on the shows, or at least on what's going on with the SWFers in the OAOAST. I'm proud to say what we've done so far has been touted as the best angle currently in the company. Blank and Rando have both done an awesome job in getting the whole scenario over with our community. As far as the writing goes, there are more than enough OAOAST writers that could gladly succeed in the SWF, however for various reasons, the most popular one being that we are less..."strict" for lack of a better word as far as the word limits, the marking system, and getting things in. Being so open minded, it adheres to everyones schedule, as if they're having a rough week, they can simply send in a quickie promo. Also, our PPV dates are set to be the last Sunday of every month, so everyone knows what to build up to in the meantime, and can work out their angles well in advance if need be. It's more of a communicating atmosphere as opposed to the competitive writing style. We now return you to your normally scheduled SWF feedback thread.

Streets of Rage~!

Sorry MX, but the original version of "I Still Believe" kills Mariah's, IMO. Odd timing for this discussion, as I've just recently dl'd a good amount of cover songs, mostly alt rock covers of 80's and 90's songs. Halifax's cover of "Straight Up" (yes, the Paula Abdul song) is catchy as a motherfucker.

As much as I like them, I hate how the Spirit Squad have taken the "tonight, you're gonna face all five members of the Spirit Squad" role for the top babyfaces McMahon hates, not unlike Bischoff and Kane.

Todd Cortez and all three of The Hooligans are in.

That's not his spelling. Didn't CWM write most of the original stuff?

The Disco thing took place when they were trying to repackage him as the more serious Glen "The Gift" Gilberti, and he won a Gauntlet that saw Sabu eliminate himself on a dive, but because he did it "by his own will", it didn't count as an elimination. Having not watched the tapes in quite some time, my memory is hazy on the fact, but I believe this was the period where Raven was working out a new deal (which was the reason given for him not winning the "Destiny" arc). Also ironic in TNA's current state is that Sting's first appearance was as a favor to the babyface Jarrett to take on Russo's team of AJ Styles and Sean Waltman.

I remember when that modeling scam was the plot to an episode of California Dreams.

Humidity's risin' Barometer's getting low According to all sources The street's the place to go COACH Ah man that can only mean those two flaming luchadors! MICHAEL BUFFER The following match is a TABLES MATCH!! “WE WANT TABLES!! COACH Oh come on people no one is in the ring yet! MICHAEL BUFFER Introducing first from sunny, funny Cabo San Lucas in Mexico weighing in at 340 pounds: “Mariachi” Javier Manuel Nieves, “Moracca” Luis Mendoza they are the unparalelled LOS DIABLOS DE FUEGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-O-O-O-OH!! The pink and yellow lights haven’t been seen in the OAOAST lately but Los Diablos are BACK from a well earned vacation to Fire Island and they both look tanned, buff and sensual as they engage in a close, sensual tango for a moment before they start skipping down the aisle. Moracca sees something he likes in the front row as he goes over and writes his phone number on some guy’s shirt and then makes the international “call me” sign. COLE Did you copy the number down Coach? COACH Oh har, de, har, de – dumbass! MICHAEL BUFFER And their opponents. . . That is all Buffers gets out before “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” is blasted over the PA system and the cheers turn to boos and hisses for the invading Wildcarders. 3 seconds later Bruce Blank and Todd Cortez the come blasting out from the back at full speed, running towards the ring instead of their normal relaxed entrances where they slide under the bottom ropes and then go to town. COLE These guys are not waiting around! They want to get their hands on Mariachi and Moracca! Bruce and Cortez rush Mariachi and Moracca with both fists swinging left and right just as the house lights return to normal. Bruce hammers Mariachi into the corner with a forceful double axe handle blow to the back of the “Alternative Lifestyle” Luchador’s head. Cortez quickly rushes Moracca and clotheslines Mendoza with such force that both Moracca and Cortez flip over the top rope to the floor. COACH He nearly took off Moracca’s head!! “WE WANT TABLES!! WE WANT TABLES!! WE WANT TABLES!! “ Working in perfect unison both Cortez and Bruce start to clubber their opponents over the back with one stiff forearm blow after another until they drive both Moracca and Mariachi to the ground. With Mariachi on the canvas Bruce quickly switches tactics and starts to grind his boot into the back of Mariachi’s head, rubbing his opponents face into the canvas. COACH Bruce has shown a total and utter lack of respect for more or less everyone in the OAOAST COLE You mean like the Upstarts have no respect for anyone but themselves? COACH Oh no, no, no don’t DARE compare the Upstarts to those cavemen. On the floor Cortez has kept Moracca under control with a succession of quick jabs to the face. After about 10 blows or so Cortez pulls Moracca back to his feet by the hair and then hoist him up and over his head in a release Belly to Belly suplex with such force that it actually overshoots one of the tables set up outside and Moracca hits the mat on the other side of the table instead. CABOOSE Moracca just got lucky Pete COLE Lucky?? He hit the concrete floor with only a 2 inch mat to protect him – how is that lucky? CABOOSE Well for starters he didn’t get driven through a table. Bruce raises his cowboy boot clad foot and then quickly brings it back down in an attempt to stomp Mariachi in the back of the head, fortunately for Senior Nieves he’s alert enough to move his head out of the way of the boot that hits the mat instead. Mariachi also rolls out of the way of a second and a third attempted stomp by Bruce but is unprepared for Bruce’s surprise elbow drop that lands all 295 pounds square on the Mexican Cruiserweight’s chest. With a folded up table in hand Cortez is about to launch another attack on Moracca but Cortez underestimated his opponent’s physical condition as Moracca leaps up off the mat… Onto the table he was thrown over just moments ago where he then runs across it to drop kick the table in Cortez’s hands right into the big man’s face *BAM!* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! COLE You can’t take your eyes off this guy for a second! Man alive he crossed that table like greased lighting COACH Like an Illegal worker crossing the border eh? So would you say he turned the tables on Cortez? COLE & CABOOSE *GROAN!* “WE WANT TABLES!! WE WANT TABLES!! WE WANT TABLES!! “ Bruce is totally unaware of what is going on down on the floor as he just keeps working over Mariachi without realising that Moracca has Cortez trapped under the folded up table. Moracca stands on the table that’s on top of Cortez and looks at the crowd with a smirk while they start to chant for him. Then El Diablo Del Fuego begins to jump up and down, stomping on the table each time he lands, sending shockwaves through the wood and into the trapped Cortez. VIVA LOS DIABLOS!! The chant gets Bruce’s attention and he quickly turns around to find out what’s going on on the floor. Bruce sticks his upper body out through the top and 2nd rope to try and grab Moracca, but the speedy youngster is 3 steps ahead of him and quickly blasts the King of Pain across the jaw with a flying forearm. The second Moracca gets back up from the drop kick Cortez rushes in and clubbers him over the back and then rolls him into the ring only to follow him a split second later. COLE And here comes the tables! Cortez is looking to make sort work of Los Diablos here tonight COACH If he thinks everyone are as easy as these two he’s got another thing coming, especially when the Wildcards come up against the Hooligans again. CABOOSE And what makes you think they’ll succeed next time? COACH They’ll be prepared, they’ll have the ultimate game plan ready! Taking advantage of his situation Moracca quickly leaps up onto a table and once again runs across it to drop kick Cortez into the turnbuckles in the corner before the Urban Legend can react. COLE Again Moracca takes a chance and uses the table to his advantage CABOOSE Yeah but he got trapped by Bruce though, didn’t he Pete After drop kicking Cortez Moracca gets caught with his back to Bruce Blank. With the table positioned behind him Bruce whips Moracca into the ropes and then grabs the smaller opponent as he comes off the ropes and tries to throw him over his back in a huge backdrop. The more agile Moracca manages to turn his body in mid air and instead of being flipped over Bruce’s head he instead drives both his feet straight into Bruce’s chest with a picture perfect drop kick that knocks Bruce backwards driving his lower back into the table edge. VIVA LOS DIABLOS!! Moracca quickly locks an arm around Bruce’s head and leaps into the air for an extra elevated DDT, but once he’s twisting in mid air Cortez rushes in and totally annihilates Moracca with a stiff as hell Lariat!! The Lariat knocks Moracca to the ground with such force that he flips over and ends up half way out of the ring from sheer force alone CABOOSE WOW! Did you hear that impact? COLE I did, it was sick like a baseball bat hitting a side of beef If this had been a regular match odds are good that Cortez would have been able to get the pin fall, but in this match pin falls don’t matter, DQ’s don’t exists and you can’t get counted out – all that matters is driving your opponents through a table. With that in mind Cortez quickly grabs Moracca by the hair and drags him over to the table that’s set up in the ring. The moment the Urban Legend lifts Moracca up in the air Mariachi gets a second win and comes darting out from the corner and spears Cortez in the midsection. COLE Cortez just took the weak spear but stayed on his feet CABOOSE At least Mariachi got him to let go of Moracca. Cortez charges Mariachi with a clothesline but Nieves ducks under it sending Cortez into the ropes. When he bounces back off again Moracca and Mariachi team up to just barely lift the bigger Cortez into the air with a back drop. Due to the weight advantage they’re only able to flip Cortez over the top rope where he lands on the apron while grabbing the top rope. Mariachi quickly kicks Cortez in the stomach to double him over which Moracca follows up by leaping over the top rope into a sunset flip power bomb attempt. COLE Cortez has the ropes!! He ain’t going down that easily CABOOSE SUPERKICK!! Caboose screams out as Mariachi drives his boot straight into Cortez’s jaw so that the big man releases his grip on the top rope and allows Moracca to finish the power bomb move. Cortez flies off the apron and guided by Moracca’s hands on his tights is driven straight down on the protective mat on the outside. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! With Cortez down on the outside Mariachi turns his attention back towards Bruce who’s still leaned against the turnbuckles in the corner holding his lower back, he’s obviously still in pain from where he hit the table edge earlier. With a 4 step run in Mariachi leaps up onto the top rope and springboards off it aiming a drop kick straight at Bruce in the corner. OOOOOOOOOOOOHH!! At the last second Bruce moves out of the way resulting in Mariachi missing the drop kick completely and hitting the top turnbuckle back first before bouncing backwards, crashing to the canvas. COLE Bruce was so totally playing possum there, he suckered Mariachi right in CABOOSE You got to admit, it worked didn’t it? COLE Well… yeah okay I’ll have to admit that it DID work Moracca grabs the top rope and leaps into the ring behind Bruce’s back, then he leaps up onto the table set up in the ring and runs across it. Bruce must have seen El Homo Loco out of the corner of his eye as he quickly kicks the folding legs out from under one end of the table so that it tilts over on one end causing Moracca to slip and slam his jaw straight into the corner of the table without putting up his hands to take some of the impact COACH OH SICK! Moracca is going to need a dentist when this is over CABOOSE I wonder if Isaac Yankeem is busy these days Bruce folds the other table legs and then raises it up in the air aiming it straight at Mariachi in the corner as he runs towards him. *BA-CRASH!!* The table snaps into several pieces as Bruce drives the edge of it square into Mariachi’s gut with all the power he has in his 295 pound frame. The impact knocks Mariachi through top and middle rope and onto the apron as Bruce turns to the crowd and flexes his massive arms to celebrate. “SO THIS IS WHAT THE MIGHTY WILDCARDS DO? FIGHT GIRLY MEN!” Every single face in the arena turn towards the entrance where Scotty Static and Johnny Jax are walking down the aisle, each with a microphone in one hand and a steel chair in the other, every single face in the arena but Bruce and Todd as they keep on fighting, only throwing each other a quick glance. JOHNNY JAX Ah you know they’re tougher than anything the SWF has produced GPX keep on ragging on Bruce and Cortez as the walk towards the ring, grinning and joking as they go, throwing insult after insult at the Wildcarders but without much reaction from neither Blank nor Cortez. Static looks at Johnny, then he nods as he’s about to pull out one of the big guns in their arsenal SCOTTY STATIC HEY BRUCE!! That there Ultraviolet or whatever you were talking about last week? – it’s a joke! That got Bruce’s attention as he angrily turns towards the Global Party Exchange with a murderous look in his eyes. With one hand on his bleeding jaw Moracca runs across the ring, then he leaps up on Bruce’s shoulders and locks his knees around the big man’s head before flipping forward, gripping the top rope to guide his body as Moracca drags Bruce out of the ring with a vicious snap to the Huracanrana. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! COLE HOOOOOOOOOOLY!! We’re treated to Scotty and Johnny giving each other a high five after getting Bruce distracted and then we cut to the other side of the ring where Moracca manages to hold on to the top rope and land on the apron while Bruce flips over and smacks against the floor and the guard rail at high speed. A quick roll later and Moracca is back in the ring where he notices that Cortez is conscious again after being slammed to the ground and is now stalking Mariachi who’s still on kneeling on the ground, recovering from the tumble he took out of the ring. CABOOSE Where is Moracca going COACH HE’S COMING RIGHT FOR US Coach yells out in surprise as Moracca runs towards Cortez and dives between the top and the middle rope for a torpedo like tope aimed right at the Urban Youth. Cortez adjusts his position at the last moment to catch Moracca mid leap, then he twists it around and power slams Moracca straight onto the announcers table driving both of them through the wood and sending the monitors and papers flying everywhere. COACH Oh F*ck! Coach screams like a little girl as he has to leap out of the way of Cortez’s table breaking antics. COLE Talk about being close to the action CABOOSE You know what this means fellas? Moracca has been put through a table!! Next elimination decides the match! COACH Are you sure THIS table counts? Cortez pulls Bruce back onto his feet and helps him get steady before they pick up one of the tables stacked on the outside and grab it by each end. Because Moracca distracted Cortez before he could attack Mariachi he’s has been able to recover and is now back on his feet, ready to resume the fight. But the fighting spirit of the “Exoticó” is quickly snuffed out as Cortez and Bruce run at him and sandwich Mariachi between the ring post and the table that they drive forward with enough force to break it in half on Mariachi’s body. CABOOSE HE’S OUTTA HERE!! Bruce and Cortez wins!! COACH Hold on there Boosey! Both Bruce and Cortez think they’ve won as well as they raise their arms in the arm celebrating their table breaking antics when the referee approaches Michael Buffer to inform him of what the official stance on the match is, after nodding a few times Buffer stands up and addresses Bruce, Cortez and the crowd. MICHAEL BUFFER Since Bruce and Cortez broken the table on Mariachi instead of Mariachi going through the table it has been deemed that this is not an elimination so the match MUST CONTINUE!! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! Both Cortez and Bruce are livid when they hear the announcement, Bruce even goes so far as to grab the referee by the shirt and yelling at him while Cortez blows a snot rocket at some annoying fans at ringside. The GPX on the other hand seems to be highly amused by the Wildcard’s misfortune. Moments later Cortez finds himself in the crowd as Moracca launches himself at the Urban Legend with a sharp piece of table wood in his hands and drives both of them over the top of the guardrail into the crowd. The first row quickly clears out as the two combatants slam down onto the concrete and continue to fight.. COLE Moracca may technically be eliminated from the match but he’s still got a LOT of fight in him and he’s taking it to Todd Cortez COLE Someone get them out of the front row though, that ain’t right, those damn animals need to keep it in the ring Cortez kicks the piece of wood out of Moracca’s hand before wiping his hand across his forehead, when the Urban Legend sees his own blood on his fingers his eyes open wide and his nostrils begins to flare as he realizes that the Unique Youth has cut him open. CABOOSE I think Cortez is fixin’ to show us why he’s know as a street fighter Cortez rushes in to strike Moracca with a clothesline but Moracca is just too quick for the Urban Legend as he ducks under the arm to send Cortez flipping over the guardrail. After releasing the referee Bruce turns his attention towards the fight just in time to see Moracca run at the guard rail, leap up and balance off the top of it before diving at Bruce with a twisting body press that drives Bruce back towards one of the tables set up on the outside. *KRESH!!* With the match hanging in the balance Cortez leaps forward and sacrifices his own body by tackling the side of the table, knocking it out of the way second before Bruce would have been driven through it and ends up under the big man. COACH Damn that’s quite an unusual tactic by Cortez CABOOSE He saved his team mate, that’s what matters to Cortez even if he has to sacrifice his own body. Cortez is the kind of guy that doesn’t mind putting his body on the line as long as he wins, he’s proved that tonight more than once Moracca is quickly back on his feet and slides an unbroken table into the ring under the bottom rope before he quickly helps Mariachi back to his feet. Together Mariachi and Moracca grab Cortez by the shirt and roll him under the bottom rope into the ring with them right behind him. COACH If they take Cortez out of the fight then Bruce is much easier to beat, he may be good, he may be big and strong but even he can’t overcome TWO world class athletes . . . well two performers like Moracca and Mariachi Moracca unfolds the table legs and sets it up in the ring while Mariachi keeps Cortez under control with a quick Senton Bomb that drives the air from Cortez’s lungs. Mariachi grabs the Urban Legend by the right hand and Moracca grabs him by the left to drag him back to his feet to then throw Cortez into the ropes. COLE Watch out Bruce has just crawled back into the ring Moracca and Mariachi leap into the air, extend their legs to snap Cortez backwards with a perfectly synchronous double drop kick that draws a lot of fan approval. Moracca quickly gets back up, leaps at Bruce for a tornado DDT while Mariachi starts to climb the ropes. CABOOSE Bruce blocked the DDT!! He just put on the breaks and stopped Moracca mid air. I may not like him but that’s an awesome display of power COLE He better pay attention to his partner, he’s about to get flattened by Mariachi Mariachi bounces off the top rope and flips backwards aiming straight at the prone Cortez on the mat. Bruce quickly grabs the table that’s been set up in the ring earlier and throws it half way across the ring where it lands with the proper side up right in Mariachi’s path. Mariachi is unable to stop the flipping momentum on his Moonsault and comes down on the table with his upper body and head first crashing through the table to the ground. For a second the entire arena is silent until * DING*DING*DING*DING* BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Instead of waiting for an announcement or the referee to raise his hand Bruce quickly drops down, rolls under the bottom rope and then gets in Static and Jax’ face, hands raise, voice raised even more. BRUCE BLANK Who invited the local job squad? You better get on out of here before I forget my manners and give everyone a free flashback to School’s out Scooter. SCOTTY STATIC Why don’t we give them a flashback huh? RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW! JOHNNY JAX Yeah there are two of us here, two of you! BRUCE BLANK Heh – I know you both suffered a lot of physical trauma recently so I’ll forgive the amount of base in your voice little boy but frankly you guys bore us. COACH Oh no he didn’t!! BRUCE BLANK I mean we’ve beaten you, we’ve dominated you, we’ve PUNISHED YOU!! There ain’t nothing in it for us to destroy you again. Bruce waves his hand dismissivley at GPX which seems to piss off the Party Exchange no end. SCOTTY STATIC You talk big Bruce, you and your card buddies but just like the SWF you’re all talk and no action! Those titles do not belong to the likes of (with a very contemptible tone) you or thes- Before Scotty can finish the sentence Todd Cortez comes off the top rope knocking both Static and Jax to the ground with a cross body block. Bruce quickly grabs Cortez by the back of the tights and hoists him back to his feet, saying a few words to him before both of the Wildcard members head for the locker room COACH WHAT? COME BACK HERE AND GET YOUR ASS KICKED!! CABOOSE Like the did at School’s Out? Neither Cortez nor Blank even bother to look back driving home just how little they’re worried about the Global Party Exchange. Moments later both Jax and Static get back to their feet and then run up the aisle for the backstage area with bad intentions on their mind. COLE Oh look at the time, we’ve got merchandise to flo. . . I mean we got to go to commercials!

DONE.