Zack Malibu

This is finished, so both of my promos are ready to go when it's showtime.

The sound of the Deftones' "My Own Summer" welcomes us back to HeldDOWN~!, just as it's welcoming two superstars back from a successful tour of Mexico. The two superstars in question, James Blonde and Faqu, come to the ring dressed in standard attire, looking to speak rather than fight...for now, at least. COLE Great to see James Blonde and Faqu back. They were off competing with several other HI-YAH superstars at the Lucha Libre Azteca promotion in Mexico for several weeks, and now this Sunday have to prepare for a Three Way Dance we're they'll both be in action, against their friend...although that term could be used loosely these days...Zack Malibu, who is putting the HI-YAH Championship on the line! CABOOSE It's a weird situation for Blonde and Faqu, despite being no strangers to having to take each other on. They did it in the past, and even recently at Two For The Money during Anglemania this past year. However, the real question here is if recent events has led to a complete breakdown of trust between the duo and Malibu. Everyone knows Blonde and Faqu don't approve of Zack's hooking up with The Wildcards, and I certainly don't blame them...but is it simply because they felt slighted for not being picked by Malibu to aid him in his war with The Hooligans, or is it because they, like many of us, feel The Wildcards were the wrong choice to lure to the OAOAST? COACH You know, maybe if you two would shut up, we'd find out! Brother's got the mic! James Blonde does indeed have the mic, and he wastes no time in addressing the crowd. BLONDE I've got a few things I'd like to say, and I know the big man does too, but before we say or do anything, there's one man who needs to be out here with us. Zack Malibu, come on out of your dressing room and into this ring, because we're gonna clear the air right now. COLE Whoa, wasting not time in getting to the point! Blonde and Faqu want Malibu in the ring, face to face! CABOOSE The tension has been boiling over for weeks now. The OAOAST seems to be firmly against the arrival of The Wildcards, save for Malibu, although I'm not even sure if that's the case, as he seems to be on the fence with them as well! COACH Yeah, until he turned into of of 'em by smashin' up my man J's face with the bottle a few weeks ago! After several moments of silence, "Getting Away With Murder" is cued, and the fans leap off their seats and to their feet at the impending arrival of the HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion. Malibu, seemingly aware of the situation, has a mic in one hand, prepared to speak up if he needs to. Blonde and Faqu back up and give Malibu space as he enters the ring, and after throwing the HI-YAH belt back over his shoulder, he extends a hand to both men, who accept it, albeit while simply glaring back at Malibu. COLE There is not a lot of happiness in this ring right now. With his theme faded out, Malibu steps back, and motions to Blonde and Faqu that the floor is theirs. BLONDE Zack, we'll get to School's Out and the HI-YAH Championship match in a minute or two, but right now, I want to get a few things off my chest. No doubt the big man will have something to add to it too, but let's just lay it on the line. About a month ago, you pulled off a coup. You managed to secure three talents, two of which have binding contracts with a company that is technically opposition, and brought them to the OAOAST. Without anyone knowing what was going on, these guys showed up, supposedly to help you, and all they're doing is causing more trouble than they're worth. Faqu and I...it's not jealousy, Zack. It's not that you didn't look to us for help...we're grown men, and we're past that. It's the fact that as friends, Zack, we're telling you that these guys aren't good for you. They're not good for the company, because they're ruining the reputations of both, and... MALIBU OK, hang on, hang on right there. RUINING my reputation? Let me make one thing perfectly clear...my reputation speaks for itself. I'm a man of responsibility, and I've taken responsibility for bringing the Wildcards into the company, not to mention I've taken responsibility for my own actions recently. So my reputation shouldn't be in question here. BLONDE Alright Zack, then let me clarify...maybe not your professional reputation, but what about your personal one? What about your friends, Zack? Not just me, not just Faqu, but guys in the back...guys like...Leon Rodez, your former tag team partner? Guys like Alfdogg, who you came up with? Your reputation is hurting where it counts the most Zack...it's hurting within the company, the same company that YOU are supposed to be the heart of. MALIBU And again, it's another matter I've addressed. I've seen the glares, I've felt the ice in people's veins when I walk into the locker room area these days, and you know what, that's my cross to bear, but again I ask...where were THEY when I was getting my ass handed to me by The Hooligans? Where were they when I was dripping blood on the ground out in the parking lot? We were supposed to put up a UNITED FRONT, you know it, I know it, and everyone else knows it, but saying and doing are two different things, and that's why it seems that I've been going at it alone lately. Not to mention that things got too...predictable. It had to be shaken up, it had to be a drastic measure, and so I went out and found the three toughest bastards I could...with no worries of retribution in their minds, because the more times they get to kick some ass, the better! BLONDE But you did it at the expense of your OWN reputation! MALIBU Why don't you stop talking about MY reputation and start working on establishing one of your own! "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" The crowd is shocked, and Blonde's eyes widen. Faqu watches on, still remaining silent amongst all this. MALIBU Let's get one thing straight, James. For years, you guys struggled. You were cast off as enhancement talent, managed to get a deal overseasm, and wound up becoming some of the top foreign talent in HI-YAH. You came back here, trying to wash away that stigma, but it sticks with you. It sticks with both of you and maybe...maybe that's what this is? That you didn't get enough rub by being my friend, that you're trying to make a name for yourself by taking a stand against me!? You're getting a god damn TITLE SHOT on Sunday, so why don't you try being grateful? BLONDE You think a title shot is going to just wash away everything that's gone on? That I should kiss your ass for putting me in a title match? I DESERVE A TITLE MATCH after the hell I've been through to re-establish myself. You gave my partner two title shots that both wound up with him getting screwed, and now you're trying to play us against each other on Sunday! MALIBU I'm not playing anyone against anyone. HI-YAH officials talked to me and we came to an agreement that yes, you deserved a title shot, and yes, so did Faqu, for the same reasons you just stated. You guys spent a while at each others throats, and you had no problem taking each other on in Two For The Money, so what's the big deal now? Are we gonna go through more of this he said, she said bull, or are we going to go out there and kick each others asses and give the people the match of a lifetime on Sunday night!? The crowd roars at Malibu's declaration of wanting a MOTY candidate come School's Out, but the tension is still apparent. BLONDE I've got no problem with Sunday night. Me and the big man... MALIBU You know, James...maybe you should let HIM speak for himself. Blonde pauses, and he turns to his partner, who slowly extends his hand and grabs the mic. The crowd roars as the big Samoan, who is gaining in popularity, brings the mic up to talk. FAQU Zack Malibu...my partner has done a good job describing my feelings. But this Sunday, I get an outlet for my frustration. I get to show you, not tell you, what it meant to be screwed out of the HI-YAH Championship TWICE. I get relieve some of the hostility we've shown towards each other regarding The Wildcards. I'm grateful for the opportunity, I respect you as a man, and I respect my partner...but I am willing to go through the both of you to become a champion. Faqu hands the mic back to Blonde, who doesn't seem surprised by his partners statement. After all, they've fought before. He just appears taken aback by the Samoan's grim determination. BLONDE You know what, I'm willing to go through you too. We always said that if it came down to it, we'd throw all allegiance aside and go toe to toe to get what we want. No matter who walks out of that ring on Sunday though, Zack...that's still just the beginning. I don't care if I'm wearing the championship, if Faqu is, or if you are...Sunday night is just the first step...three of the most gifted athletes in the game venting all their wordly frustrations...after that, it's onto The Wildcards, because come hell or high water, Zack...SOMETHING needs to be done about them, whether you're with us, or not. MALIBU Whether I'm with YOU or not? Now you're trying to recruit me? Are you kidding? You want to go after the Wildcards, go ahead...but by saying what you just said, you made your first mistake. You're thinking past this Sunday, and THAT, my FRIENDS...could prove to be your biggest mistake yet. Angered, Malibu throws his mic down and storms off, leaving Blonde and Faqu to briefly glare at each other before looking on as Malibu heads up the aisleway, the HI-YAH belt safe over his shoulder...at least for another three days.

The broadcast now takes us to an unknown area of town. Actually, this may not even be the same town, but it's not the part of town you want to be stuck in. Vacant buildings, broken windows, graffitti covered telephone booths (they still have those!?) and litter strewn about decorate the streets. We're not quite sure what the point of this scenery is, at least not until a familiar voice speaks over the screen. "Yo Jax, you got it runnin' or what, cuz?" Now coming into view, the ebonically proficient Jamie O'Hara, a 40 oz. of beer prominent in his right hand, walks into the scene, as does Scotty Static of the GPX. It's obviously Johnny Jax holding the camera, and the three men walk down the unsafe looking street. Static turns to the camera and walks backwards, enabling him to speak right into it. "People say that we're insitigators. That we go looking for trouble. Those same people think we're in over our heads with the Wildcards this Sunday. You know, the same people who said that the Originals woulda run us out of the company by now. The same people who say we're all talk, no action? All talk? Us? Please. We're the three baddest bastards in the OAOAST. You think we're scared of some trailer trash like Bruce Blank? They ain't go no streets in the country baby, he's a dirt road thug! Bloodshed...he ain't street. Todd Cortez says he's from "The Streets", but I don't see no street in him. Poser. You want street...THIS is street. This is where the buses don't run, and the cops are afraid to drive through, but here we are, walkin' the street like it ain't nothin'. Doin' what we do best...some say it's looking for trouble...or maybe...maybe trouble has found us!" Static moves the camera over at a gangbanger, clad in a baggy Sean John jacket and baggy jeans, with an Atlanta Hawks hat titled to the side. "Hotlanta represent!" Static calls out to the banger, who keeps walking. "Yo...how you gonna do me like that!?" O'Hara nearly spits his beer out as Static goes ghetto, calling out to the thuggish bystander. "Yeah...yeah keep walkin'! Pour one out for your homies! Word life!" Aggrivated, the bystander stops and turns, then starts storming towards the Hooligans. "Oh shit, here he comes." mumbles Jax, backing up while keeping the camera focused. "Yo, you got somethin' to say? What's up? Huh?" The gangbanger approaches, and reaches under his coat and to his waistband, but before he can pull out his gat (y'know, if that's what he was doing) O'Hara smashes the bottle into his face, cutting him up and sending pieces flying everywhere! "Deja vu!" quips the Birmingham Bad Boy, as Static and Jax (still holding the camera) start stomping the man down. HARD. "Get him up! Get him up!" shouts Jax, as Scotty pulls the half conscious man up off the street, dragging him up and then taking him to the sidewalk, throwing him headfirst through the window panel of a phone booth! "BOOYAH!" shouts O'Hara, as Static pulls the man up from the wreckage, blood streaming down his face. "Puh...please man...c'mon, don't do me like that..." "Don't do me like that? Don't...don't what? You want mercy now, huh? Not a big man anymore, huh?" says Static, getting in the face of the unknown hoodlum before reaching into the booth, grabbing the phone, and then cracking him over the head with it! Static then takes the cord and wraps it around his neck, choking the life out of the man, while Jax is gleefully filming this! "Wildcards, you think you're hardcore? You think you're runnin' the show now? You ain't got no idea, playas! No idea of what you're into now!" shouts O'Hara, grabbing the camera away from the grim visual of the man being strangled on home video. Finally, Static releases the wire cord, leaving the man beaten down and gasping for air on the sidewalk of the ghetto. "WHOO...that was fun, haha!" says Static, walking away from his victim. "Wildcards, you think this is a game now? You think that you're just going to come into our house and that it's gonna be a cakewalk? That busting up my face, that busting my partner open...that the sight of our own blood is gonna make us squirm in our seats? Baby we built our respect on blood...we'll take on ANYBODY...ANYBODY that wants to fight us...and those that don't...we'll go after them too! Instigators, troublemakers...and the one I love best, the one that stuck...a couple o' Hooligans...call us what you want, but just know that it's the name that rules the game, boys! World Six Man Tag Team Champions...not for long! We'll see you Sunday night, and after we do to you what's needed to be done since you showed up here...this little slice of urban life is gonna look like a resort in Cancun to you. Hooligans are comin' at ya at School's Out boys, ain't nothin' you can do about that now." In the distance, sirens are heard, as the trio walks in the middle of the street, with Jax fumbling with the camera, as the sirens get closer. "I just saw lights through that alley!" remarks O'Hara, as the Hooligans pick up speed, racing away from a potential arrest. "Get the camera off! Johnny, get the cam..." FADE OUT.

COLE Up next fans we have a tremendous contest in store for you...a Three Way Dance, for the HI-YAH Heavyweight Championship. CABOOSE Not only is it a title match, Cole, but it's a chance for Zack Malibu, James Blonde, and Faqu to work out their current frustrations. Blonde and Faqu have been two of the most outspoken OAOAST stars as it pertains to Malibu's alignment with the Wildcards, while Malibu continuously warns his friends that he has things under control. COACH Oh yeah, TOTAL control. COLE I've got to agree with Coach here...if he considers what's gone on lately to be "under control", then he must have them on a longer leash than we thought, because The Wildcards...under the guise of aiding Zack Malibu in his war with the Hooligans, have dismantled everyone they've touched in brutal fashion! CABOOSE Not to mention it's rubbed off on Zack, as it was he and he alone that sliced Jamie O'Hara open right in front of us several weeks ago. Malibu is not the same man he's always been lately, and in my opinion, it is not for the better. The commentators then throw it up to Michael Buffer, who is in the ring ready to do his thing. DING DING DING! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, is the THREE WAY DANCE for the HI-YAH Heavyweight Championship! Keep in mind that HI-YAH rules are in effect, and that countouts will only happen if a participant cannot make it into the ring by the count of 20. The match will be contested until two men are eliminated, and only one remains. "My Own Summer" hits, and the fans are drawn to their feet, excited about the upcoming contest. In a shock, the two competitors that are normally a tag team still enter the arena together, standing at the top of the ramp for a moment before heading to the ring. BUFFER Introducing the first two participants...first from Dallas, TX, weighing in tonight at two hundred, thirty four pounds, JAAAAAAAAAAAMES BLONDE! Participant number two, hailing from Honolulu, HI, weighing in tonight at two hundred and ninety two pounds, FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAQUUUU! Once they hit the ring, each man goes to a seperate corner, with Blonde climbing the ropes and working the crowd, while Faqu cracks his neck and warms up. CABOOSE They entered as friends, but that friendship is out the window once the bell sounds! The two men who normally would be fighting their way up the tag ranks come to center ring and engage in a staredown. Both men know what they have to do if they want to win tonight, and those feelings are cemented with a handshake, showing that no matter what happens, there's mutual respect involved. "Getting Away With Murder" replaces their theme song, and once again the crowd comes alive, as the OAOAST's most controversial superstar appears on the entrance ramp, standing still as his fireworks shower him with sparks. BUFFER The third and final participant, is the HI-YAH HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...from Providence, RI, weighing in tonight at two hundred pounds, this is ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK MAAAAAAAALIBUUUUUUUUUUU! The man dubbed the "Modern Day Warrior" by the Japanese press heads down the rampway, looking towards the ring at the two men who await him. The crowd cheers Malibu on as he steps into the ring and blows past both Blonde and Faqu, throwing his hood back and raising his HI-YAH Championship high into the air! He turns, and he's met with glares from both Blonde and Faqu, who seem all too ready to release their aggrivation with Malibu onto him. COLE There's a lot of combustible elements here, and Malibu has the most to lose from it all. Zack takes off his ring jacket and hands the belt over to the referee, who raises the belt up one last time before handing it over to Buffer. Everybody backs off as he does so, not letting the tense feelings get the better of them until the bell officially sounds. DING DING DING! The bell sounds, and the crowd sits back and watches on as the three men in the ring set out in their quest to capture, or successfully defend, the HI-YAH Heavyweight Championship. Malibu comes forward as Blonde and Faqu step out of their corners, both staring a hole through a man who is typically their ally. COLE You can feel the tension that's been mounting over the past month or so. It's in the air here tonight, and it's apparent in the ring right now! Malibu eyes both Blonde and Faqu, then takes a small step back, waving both of them on. Faqu and Blonde spread out and start to circle, and Faqu strikes first with a hard kick to the upper thigh. Blonde then strikes with a hard chop across the chest, and as Malibu reels from that, Faqu hits another kick, leaving him prone to another chop from Blonde! James then runs to the ropes, while Faqu seizes an opening and snares Malibu in a side headlock, then kicks Blonde in the ribs on his rebound! Faqu snares him in a side headlock as well! CABOOSE He's got them both trapped! The fans applaud, but it's short lived, as Malibu and Blonde both push off, sending Faqu to the ropes...only to have him blast them both with a huge double clothesline on the rebound! COLE And now he's downed them both! Faqu moves for Malibu first, making Malibu's rise to his feet easier by yanking him up, and then making his life tougher by firing off another hard chop. Faqu fires off again, and it looks like his focus is directed more at Malibu despite this not being a handicap match. He sets Zack up for a suplex and lifts, but Malibu floats over. Before he can counter, however, Blonde spins him around and snaps him over with a suplex, the way his partner intended! Blonde gets up, but now he's spun around by Faqu, and snapped to the mat as well courtesy of a suplex from the Samoan superstar! COACH Gotta give 'em props for goin' at each other I guess. CABOOSE Brush up on your history, Coachman. When those two first came here, as a team no less, they couldn't STAND each other, but realized that for the greater good they worked well with one another. Now tonight, they've got to revert to that and are more than willing to do so for the chance to cement themselves as true superstars. COLE It's a step backwards tonight though...some are saying it's valiant of Malibu to put the belt on the line in a three way dance, others are saying it's some type of strategy, as if he's purposely trying to plant seeds of dissension between Faqu and Blonde! The big man makes his next move, picking his partner up and sending him to the ropes. He catches him on the rebound and presses him up over his head, but as he holds Blonde in the air Malibu gets up and delivers a snap roundhouse kick to the ribcage, keeling Faqu over! Blonde slips free of his grip and lands behind him, then clubs him across the back of the head with a forearm before spinning him around and whipping him to the corner. Blonde charges in and smashes into his friend-slash-opponent with a hard corner clothesline, then turns around and charges Malibu...but gets hiptossed in the process! Malibu then turns and charges Faqu, but the big man puts a foot up...and Zack catches it! He throws the leg down and starts peppering Faqu with forearm shots before pulling him out of the corner...but he backs right up into a schoolboy from James Blonde! COLE Zack didn't see him! ONE! TW-NO! CABOOSE Good play by Blonde there, seeing that Zack was distracted and using it to try and eliminate the champion first! Malibu doesn't bother to get right back up, instead shooting for Blonde's legs and taking him down to the mat! With his rival down, Malibu goes into the mount, and starts firing off elbow strikes as Blonde tries to cover up from them...and then Faqu blisters Zack's back with a hard soccer kick! He pulls Malibu up off Blonde and hurls him to the canvas with a release waistlock takedown! COACH Haha, damn! Stuff like that might actually get me rooting for this homey here! Faqu stalks Zack, grabbing him by the head as Malibu rises from the canvas...but Zack reacts fast with a jawbreaker, then hits the ropes, only for Faqu to tuck his head and elevate Zack over with a back bodydrop...that Zack SOMEHOW turns into a RANA ON JAMES BLONDE~! CABOOSE GREAT MOVE! The crowd goes wild as Blonde rolls across the canvas, and Zack gets up, right in the path of a charging Samoan...but the Preppy One sidesteps it and takes Faqu by the head, hurling him to the floor through the ropes! COLE Malibu looking to follow up here by seperating his two opponents from each other... Zack steps through the ropes and onto the apron, eyeing Faqu as he positions himself. Malibu races across the apron, with Faqu in perfect position to get struck with an Apron Run Diving Clothesline...but Blonde recovers and runs along the ropes inside the ring, cracking Zack with a lariat that sees him take a flip bump off the apron and splat on the floor! COACH Haha, Malibu's looking to put his teeth back in his mouth after falling that hard! Oooh's and aaah's come up from the crowd as Malibu lays flat on the floor, only to be pulled to his feet by Faqu and then sent careening into the guardrail! Malibu slams against the metal barriers the hard way, while Blonde propels himself over the ropes with a pescado onto Faqu...that gets caught! The Samoan Tsunami then drops Blonde on the floor with a hard slam, then turns around to see Malibu race from the guardrail across ringside, spring off the steps, and nail him with a spinning wheel kick~! COLE What a comeback by Malibu! He got some nice elevation by using the ring steps, and now both of his opponents are down at ringside! Malibu pulls the big man up first, and rolls him back into the ring. He hops up on the apron and waits on him, preparing for a springboard move...but before he can bounce off his feet, Blonde grabs his ankle and pulls him to the floor! He doubles Zack over with a kick and hoists him up for a powerbomb, but Malibu floats through and lands on his feet in front of his foe, striking with a hard slap to the face! Blonde cocks his arm back and responds with the same move, and neither man sees Faqu in the ring hitting the far ropes, only noticing him when he dives through the ropes with a dive that nails them both! COACH FLY FATASS, FLY~! CABOOSE Doesn't that get...old? COACH Never. "LET'S GO FAH-QU!" clap clap clapclapclap "LET'S GO FAH-QU!" clap clap clapclapclap "LET'S GO FAH-QU!" clap clap clapclapclap COLE Listen to the fans here tonight at School's Out, obviously impressed with the Samoan Tsunami's daredevil dive! Faqu is the first one up, and Malibu's the first one he goes for, rolling the reigning champion back into the ring. Faqu then walks across the apron and climbs the ropes, drawing a pop from the crowd as they expect more high flying from the agile giant. Faqu gets up to the top, but Blonde jumps up on the apron and pushes his legs off-balance, crotching him on the top rope! "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" With Malibu still down inside the ring, Blonde climbs up the ropes, then stands on the shoulders of his aching partner/opponent, using him as a launchpad as he drops on Malibu with a flying elbowdrop! He hooks a leg and covers... ONE! TWO! ...but Faqu breaks it up by hitting his OWN flying elbowdrop, hitting Blonde right in the back of the head! COLE These two came into this match knowing this is what they were going to have to do, and they're doing it! Blonde gets up, holding the back of his head, and walks right into Faqu, who carries him over with a Northern Lights suplex! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Faqu recovers quickly from the kickout, rolling to his feet and taking Blonde with him before dropping down with his arms around James' waist and pushing him back into the corner. He drives his shoulder into Blonde's ribcage multiple times, then backs up...but before he can react, he's chopped across the back by Malibu, who then swings him around and sends him into the opposite corner, and follows up with a running corner YAKUZA KICK~! that nearly knocks several teeth out of Faqu's mouth and into the front row! Malibu then races across the ring and hits a corner splash on Blonde, then climbs up on the second rope and starts dropping punch after punch into his forehead! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! The crowd roars as Malibu finishes the assault, and then purposely falls back to the canvas, monkey flipping Blonde overhead...AND HE'S CAUGHT IN THE AIR BY FAQU, WHO POWERBOMBS HIM DOWN TO THE CANVAS~! Faqu pushes down on Blonde's legs, keeping them pinned down as much as his shoulders are, as the referee counts! ONE! TWO! NO! Blonde kicks Faqu off, sending the big man backwards...right into a quick German Suplex by Zack Malibu! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COLE So close, for BOTH of those men! We nearly had two different eliminations within a thirty second timeframe! CABOOSE Hit fast, hit hard, Cole. That's the way these guys are gonna go tonight. Faqu rolls off to the side, and so when Malibu gets up he puts his focus on Blonde. He charges and snares Blonde by the head, kicking off the canvas and swinging around in an effort to spike Blonde with a swinging DDT...but Blonde pushes him off at the last second, and sends Malibu bouncing off the ropes! James tries for a lariat on the rebound, but Zack hooks the arm and swings around to the back of Blonde, trapping him in a full nelson! He pushes down on the neck, trying to force Blonde to his knees...but suddenly Faqu comes and traps Malibu in a rear waistlock, then hoists him over...GERMAN SUPLEXING MALIBU AT THE SAME TIME MALIBU BRINGS BLONDE OVER WITH A DRAGON SUPLEX~!~! COACH DAMN DAMN DAYUM~! COLE Count ref, count! CABOOSE Count WHO!? Two men have their shoulders down! Both Malibu and Blonde's shoulders are technically down, and Nick Patrick counts, probably not knowing himself who he's counting out! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT...by everyone! Nobody is pinned, but the results of the double suplex are obvious, as Blonde lays face down with a hand rubbing his neck, and Malibu using the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. He's spun around by the Samoan Tsnuami, who traps his arms in a butterfly lock and then hit repeated knees that catch Zack in the face, knocking him for a loop before he's carried over with a butterfly suplex! Faqu rolls to his feet and hits the ropes, and comes off with a big splash onto Malibu, keeping that weight on top of him for another pinning effort! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COLE Zack rolled a shoulder just in time there! CABOOSE Time's running out though, Cole, because sooner or later, these guys are going to exert themselves too much, and when that happens, the slightest opening will lead to defeat. Faqu drags Zack to his feet again, but Malibu knocks his arm away this time, and fires off hard slaps, lefts and rights, that just don't stop! He keeps going and going, knocking his challenger across the face multiple times, then takes him by the head and rocks him with a European uppercut before sending him to the ropes...but when Faqu rebounds, Blonde rushes behind Malibu, sweeping his legs out from under him at the same time Faqu rebounds with a spinning wheel kick to the champion! COACH They just folded him up like my poker table! Malibu rolls away, out to the floor to avoid falling prey to another pin attempt. As he licks his wounds, Faqu and Blonde go at each other once again, trading hard chops with each other until Faqu breaks the monotony by striking his partner with a kick to the leg! He fires off another one, but this time Blonde is ready for it, and snaps Faqu over with a dragon screw, then tries to tie up the legs...but gets kicked away! Faqu rolls to his feet and charges Blonde, but James uses his own momentum against him, pulling him facefirst to the canvas with a downward spiral! Blonde runs to the ropes, but Malibu is up on the apron and shoots a shoulder through, then slingshots over the ropes and spikes him with a DDT! COLE That's one way to make an effective entrance! Malibu gets up, and seeing Faqu trying to recover, fires off some hard jabs to stun him, then goes for a high roundhouse kick...but Faqu ducks! He grabs Zack by the waist and then clubs him across the back with forearms before lifting him up...but Malibu floats through and pushes Faqu to the ropes, yanking him back into a rollup! He sits on Faqu's legs as he squirms to break free, while Blonde comes up and takes a swing at Zack, which is dodged...AND THEN HE GERMAN SUPLEXES JAMES BLONDE WHILE STILL KEEPING FAQU ROLLED UP! COLE COUNT! CABOOSE Count WHO!? ONE! TWO! DOUBLE KICKOUT! The audience ROARS at the efforts of the three men thus far, as they're seeing action that is keeping them on the edge of their seat...and no one has even been eliminated yet! COLE These three...between the disagreements lately, the focus Malibu has always had, the determination of Blonde and Faqu...this is a hard-hitting classic, and I don't think anyone in the arena tonight will disagree with me! CABOOSE It certainly appears that whoever walks out of this match the victor will well deserve it, and that has extra meaning for either of the challengers, who could become a champion AND produce a memorable matchup! Malibu and Faqu, with the least damage done to them after that last sequence, are the first to their feet. Malibu goes for Faqu, but gets a shoulder in his ribcage, then rocked with a hard kneelift. Faqu then opens fire with hard slaps and body blows, then pushes Malibu backwards, slamming him into the corner! He brings his knee up twice while Malibu is trapped, striking him in the ribs, and then backs away. He then charges in, but Zack gets a boot up and sends him staggering back, but when Malibu leaps off with a crossbody it's caught, and he's drilled into the canvas with a front falling powerslam! Faqu then steps over him and climbs the ropes, his back to the ring. He looks out to the fans who cheer on his every step, until he's finally at the top, and from there the big man MOONSAULTS back into the ring, right down onto Zac...NO! MALIBU ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! COACH Lucky bastard moved! Before Zack can get up, Blonde charges over, hopping over Faqu who rests on all fours, and cradles him with an Oklahoma Roll! ONE! TWO! NO! "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah!" The crowd is ecstatic that Faqu has escaped defeat once again, but Blonde simply gets up and drags him by the arm to center ring, then pulls back on one arm, trapping it with his own arms, while trapping the other arm with his legs! COLE Could we see a submission here!? Malibu, weary yet still full of fight, gets up in the corner, and see what's going on, so he comes forward and sits on Faqu's lower back, pulling back on both of his legs with a Boston Crab while Blonde works the arms, and together both champion and challenger are trying to get the biggest man in the match to submit! COACH He looks like a giant island pretzel! The crowd chants wildly, a mixed reaction as all three stars in this match have their share of fans. Faqu grunts and groans, but refuses to give up whenever Patrick leans in to ask. Malibu knows that he's not about to willingly give up, so he breaks the crab and then runs to the ropes, coming off with a hard soccer kick right to the exposed face of Blonde! James rolls across Faqu's body, the hold having been broken by Malibu's strike. Zack goes and picks him up off the mat and whips him across the ring to the corner, then pulls Faqu up and uses him to squash his partner, sending him into the same corner, sandwiching Blonde! Zack then charges and hits a leaping corner splash, and as he backs up both Faqu and Blonde stumble out of the corner and fall down in exhaustion! Zack moves in on Faqu first, going for the cover... ONE! TWO! THR...NO! ...but he kicks out! Rather than act frustrated, he simply turns around and covers Blonde now, who was on the worst end of his latest tactics! ONE! TWO! THRE...NO! COLE And AGAIN, both men kick out of some severe punishment! Malibu gets up and NOW he appears angry, as both his rivals are down, but not down enough to accept defeat! He picks Blonde up and shoots him to the ropes, but Blonde hangs on, drawing Zack towards him...and then hits a drop toehold that drops Zack's neck on the middle rope! Blonde grabs the top rope and slingshots himself over, but when he tries to drop a leg across the back of Zack's head, Zack pulls it back, and James smashes his tailbone on the apron before falling to the floor! Malibu gets up from the escape, but turns to a charging bull, as Faqu races towards him and delivers a spear that sends both through the ropes and out to the floor! COLE It's spilled out in front of us! All three men in this HI-YAH Championship matchup are down! Patrick begins the count, and the three competitors must be thanking their lucky stars that HI-YAH Title matches have 20 counts, because there is no way any of them would be up in time to break a ten count. Each man lay on the ringside floor, buying as much time as they can to recuperate before getting up and doing it all over again. "LET'S GO FAH-QU!" "LET'S GO ZACK!" "LET'S GO BLOOOONDE!" The chants repeat, and carry on as once again, it's a race to see who can get to their feet first. By the count of 11, Blonde is up, with Faqu also stirring. Malibu is the worst off, having landed on the floor with the weight of Faqu on top of him, and he's soaking up this "rest period" for all it's worth. As Faqu rises, Blonde takes his head and slams into into the commentators table, causing Triple C to jump back in shock! COLE Hey! C'mon, there's more broadcast to go! We need this table! Blonde follows up with a Russian Legsweep, or at least tries to, as Faqu elbows his way out of it, then takes Blonde by the head and slams it into the ring apron! He pushes Blonde up and into the ring under the bottom rope. Faqu prepares to slingshot himself over the ropes, but before he can, Malibu yanks him down to the floor once again, and opens up on him with right hands! He takes Faqu by the arm and tries to send him to the guardrail, but Faqu counters, and instead pulls Malibu towards him, tossing him overhead with a release belly to belly suplex! "Oooooooooooooooooooooooh!" Malibu lands with a sick thud on the ground, but his actions gave Blonde enough time to recover, as he connects with a baseball slide that sends Faqu stumbling backwards into the broadcast table, and leaving him prone for a twisting bodypress from off the top rope~! COLE They were up, and now they're down again, and we're right back where we were not more than two minutes ago! The crowd, split in their choices for who they want to win, start chanting heavily again, although it's a powerful chant that has the crowd split for an entirely different reason... "OAO- -AST!" "OAO- -AST!" "OAO- -AST!" CABOOSE Listen to these fans, to their reaction...this crowd is impressed, and I can't say I blame them! COACH Stupid people...this ain't even an OAOAST Title match, it's a HI-YAH one! Blonde gets up and stands over Faqu, not noticing Malibu inching towards him. Zack swings Blonde around but James acts on instinct, and nails Zack with a hard discus lariat! Malibu goes down in a flash, and now Blonde returns to his partner, helping him up and then shoving him back into the ring. James follows suit, getting into the ring and pulling Faqu up to a vertical base, then hitting the ropes and cracking him with a hard lariat...but it only staggers him! Furious, Blonde races to the far ropes, comes and bounces off the near side, and NAILS his partner again, cracking him across the upper body with another hard lariat that takes him down! Blonde covers, hoping that this will bring him one step closer to his first singles title. ONE! TWO! THR...KICKOUT! COLE Faqu kicks out of TWO running lariats, a staple of James Blonde's offense, and Blonde is now beside himself! Blonde is shocked, running his hands over his hair as the cameras close in on the exhausted Samoan, trying to roll himself away. Blonde gets up, grabbing Faqu by the head and stands him up as well, leaving him wide open for two hard chops. He takes Faqu by the arm, wrenching it before dropping an elbow on the bicep. Faqu favors the arm, so Blonde takes him by the head and runs him towards the corner...but Faqu shoves him away, sending Blonde running by himself towards the turnbuckles! He manages to stop his momentum, grabbing the ropes and kicking upward over Faqu's following charge...but Faqu stands and catches James on his shoulders, then turns to the open area of the squared circle and drops his partner RIGHT ON HIS HEAD with a Death Valley Driver! COACH YO~! Blonde goes limp, as Faqu drapes an arm over his upper body, too tired to do anything else right now. Patrick dives for the canvas, and here we have another pinfall attempt made by the pinned party's own partner. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING! COLE He's out! Faqu has just eliminated his own tag team partner James Blonde from this contest! CABOOSE Faqu stated that if he had to go through James Blonde to capture the HI-YAH Championship, he would, and he has! The fans clap for two reasons...out of respect for James Blonde, and for the fact that Faqu, a crowd favorite, is now one step closer to holding the title he covets! He rolls off of Blonde and stands up, allowing his partner the space to roll out of the ring and be helped to the back by referee Charles Robinson, who has come down to ringside. Meanwhile Malibu climbs up onto the apron, waiting on Faqu to notice him. The Samoan turns, and Malibu launches into action, springboarding in with a missle dropkick...but it gets swatted down, and Faqu immediately grabs Zack and traps him in an STF! COLE STF! STF SUBMISSION! He's got Malibu locked up! COACH TAP! TAP YOU SELFISH PREPPY BASTARD! Malibu shouts in agony as his head is wrenched back by Faqu, who is doing his best to use Malibu's wear and tear against him and force surrender. Zack reaches out, the ropes only a few precious inches away, but he merely grazes them as he reaches for a break! Faqu, noticing the ropes are too close for his liking, breaks the hold on his own and drags Zack to mid-ring...but Malibu manages to roll over and kick Faqu backwards, using the momentum from the move to roll to his feet...AND DELIVERS A SCHOOL'S OUT OUT OF NOWHERE TO THE SAMOAN MONSTER~! MALIBU COVERS! ONE! TWO! THREENO! NO! FAQU KICKS OUT! CABOOSE HOW!? HOW DID HE DO THAT THIS FAR INTO THE MATCH!!??? Malibu looks over to Patrick, who holds up two fingers, telling Zack that that's all his trademark superkick got him. Knowing he has to do more, Malibu reaches down and pulls Faqu up, steadying the island beast as he can barely stand before striking him with a European uppercut that puts him down on one knee! Zack then hits the ropes, coming off of them with much speed, as he kicks off the mat and brings his knee into the air for a Zack...WAIT...FAQU REACHES UP AND CATCHES HIM, AND BOUNCES HIM OFF THE MAT WITH A URANAGE THROW! Faqu then falls backwards, so tired and in need of rest, but he'll get none of that until he's wearing the sixteen pounds of gold that Malibu currently claims ownership to! COLE They're gonna kill each other out there! Faqu could have broken his own PARTNERS neck out there with that Death Valley Driver...can you imagine what he could do to Zack?! COACH It might make me like him more than I do, that's fo' sho'! Faqu gets up and drops an elbow...but Zack rolls out of the way, and all he hits is the ringmat! Zack gets up and drops an elbow of his own, but Faqu dodges that, and Malibu misses! They get up and Faqu attacks with forearm shots, but Malibu opens fire with a blistering chop to the chest! Faqu turns from him as he reels from the blow, and now Zack grabs him by the waist and hoists him over...GERMAN SUPLEX...AND ZACK HANGS ONTO HIM! COLE No...no Zack, this'll take too much energy! Malibu struggles, but gets the near 300 pounder up to his feet again, and then hits ANOTHER German suplex...AND ROLLS TO HIS FEET AGAIN! He continues to struggle, but manages to get up, and now this time sets Faqu up for the ANGLE SLAM that he uses as a homage to his once rival Anglesault...but the Samoan hops behind him and shoves him forward...AND ZACK AND NICK PATRICK COLLIDE! CABOOSE Patrick is down! Get some help out here for Nick Patrick! Malibu staggers around, and he's hoisted up onto the shoulders of Faqu, as the crowd pops knowing what's coming...but Malibu slides out and pushes Faqu to the ropes while he hits the ropes himself...and now the two of them take EACH OTHER out with a double clothesline! COLE They're ALL down, but we need a referee! Let's get some help! Everyone in the ring is down and motionless, and the crowd doesn't know what to make of it...until the arrival of JAMES BLONDE once again causes a stir! COACH What's he doin' out here! Blonde, still dripping with sweat, rolls into the ring and briefly looks at Zack and Faqu before turning his attention to the fallen referee. He kneels beside Nick Patrick and looks him over, then turns his attention to the competitors. He looks at his partner first, then checks out Zack, but as he's tending to him he doesn't pay any mind to the buzzing of the crowd, as now the "Urban Legend", TODD CORTEZ has rushed out from the back! CABOOSE What's HE doing out here!? Cortez slides into the ring and pushes Blonde down, confronting him about returning to the ring after his elimination. Blonde, who hasn't taken kindly to the arrival of Cortez and his allies in the first place, gets up and shoves right back, not intimidated by the streetwise superstar! Cortez chuckles, then takes a swing...but Blonde ducks it and takes Todd by the shirt, running him across the ring and hurling him out through the ropes to the floor! COLE Well that's one way to get someone out of the ring! This is becoming chaos before our very eyes! Blonde then follows him out of the ring, confronting him as he gets up about why he bothered to stick his nose into the match. Cortez gets up and begs for a moment to explain himself...then kicks James Blonde low! Blonde reels, and now Cortez shoves Michael Buffer over and grabs his seat, folding it up...and BLASTS James Blonde across the head with it, laying him out at ringside! CABOOSE What the...WHAT IS GOING ON!? What business does Todd Cortez have doing that!? Cortez stands over Blonde as if he's second guessing himself. He keeps the chair in his hand as he turns to the crowd, almost as if he's asking them to explain what just got into him. Suddenly, he's jolted by a hand on his shoulder, and he turns around and swings wildly... ...CRACKING FAQU IN THE HEAD WITH THE STEEL CHAIR~! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" COLE MY GOD HE'S BUSTED HIM OPEN! Blood trickles from Faqu's head as he staggers back, just as Malibu is rising to his feet. Seeing his foe off balance, Zack pushes himself up from the mat as fast as he can, and lifts Faqu up from the back, spinning him up and over before dropping him with an ANGLE SLAM~! Malibu covers, pulling back on the leg, as a groggy Nick Patrick crawls over to make the count. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEE! DING DING DING! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The sound guys in the truck immediately cue "Getting Away With Murder", as Malibu stays laying on the mat, totally spent. From ringside, Todd Cortez applauds, then slides into the ring to help Malibu to his feet. CABOOSE He had no business out here, and truthfully, I'm not even sure Zack Malibu realizes what went down. COACH Of course he realizes it, he had it planned all along! COLE No, no he couldn't have...could he? Patrick raises Zack's hand, as Cortez hands Zack his HI-YAH championship, much to his surprise. Malibu eyes Cortez, then looks down at Faqu, whose face is a crimson mask. Knowing that nothing he did could have affected Faqu that way, Zack turns to Cortez and shoves him back, asking him what's gone on! Cortez, never one for intimidation, shoves Zack back and mouths that "they came at me!", as if Blonde and Faqu picked a fight with him! COLE Well, if it was planned, Coach, something went wrong, because Zack doesn't look happy! Malibu circles the ring, shaking his head...and it's during that that he notices James Blonde on the floor, also laid out! He turns to Cortez, who tells Zack "I was protecting you!", but Zack wants none of it! The champion heads out of the ring, deserting Cortez, while trying to piece together what's goin on. CABOOSE Malibu looks...it's almost as if he regrets winning! Cortez stands firm, watching as Malibu heads up the ramp, seemingly angered by the turn of events in the final moments of the matchup. OAOAST staff hit the ring to help with Faqu and Blonde, so Cortez takes that as his cue to leave, ducking out of the ring and heading up back up the rampway, while Malibu looks at him and shakes his head before ducking behind the curtain.

HI-YAH Championship Three Way Dance: Zack Malibu © vs. James Blonde vs. Faqu OAOAST World Six Man Tag Team Championship: The Wildcards © vs. The Hooligans

No, because this is finally a storyline that affects EVERYONE. It's not a "kids face one crisis, parents face another". The fact that they have so many directions to go in post-mourning means that they have a lot invested into rejuvenation this season.

I'm with Satanico. I love the show, but it's fallen into the category of too much (Season 2) or not enough (Season 3, at least until towards the end). With the major overhaul, the college storyline, Kaitlin's arrival at Harbor, Sandy getting back into legal practice, there's a lot to go on in Season 4 right off the bat.

Supes did, but I don't believe he's around actively. Pretty sure Warrior is a "public domain" character.

It's been an (understandably) slow week around here, likely due to a lot of final exams/papers and all that fun stuff for the students on the roster. At least I certainly hope that's all it is, seeing as how the show was so short this week and nobody put up any type of feedback until now. First segment is...my segment! I'm not going to feedback my own stuff, so that's all up to you. Entertaining B&B squash, which could have been made better if it was "Mr. Hole In One" Barry Darsow offering them a shot at the putting green before the match. Good buildup from the two World Title competitors. I know PK is high on this Stairway to Hell match, and those feelings always turn out to lead to some of our best written matches. I Nice quickie comeback match for CC to get off the write-rust, if she even had any that is. Always good to have someone back in the fold. With summertime here and school not a priority, that should lead to some classic writing from everybody in the next few months.

Everyone is still going to interact as usual, as in addition to "life without Marissa", Taylor will be a fulltime character, as will Kaitlin next season. In reading a recent EW, Josh Schwartz stated that the show lost its flair and become too dramatic, so next season he plans on taking it back to its original intent of a dramedy style show. Obviously there's going to be plenty of drama with the death of the Marissa character, but I think that with the character overhaul and the first year of college theme, it could be just as good as Season 1.

For those of you who like Christian's theme, download Evanescence's "My Last Breath". His theme is simply the instrumental to that song.

COLE Coming off the much herladed debut of OAOAST Syndicated, we are live and in living color on this Thursday night for another edition of the flagship show, OAOAST HeldDOWN~! I'm Michael Cole, just one third of Triple C along with Caboose and DA COACH~!, and tonight we...we...ok, what's this now? The voices of the fans pick up, rising into a loud ovation, as Zack Malibu comes out unannounced, and heads for the ring. Malibu, dressed to kill instead of dressed to wrestle, comes to the ringside area and approaches announcer Michael Buffer, asking him for his microphone. Buffer obliges, and Zack simply rolls in under the bottom rope, coming up to his feet in the center of the ring. COLE Zack's not on the format, I thought we... CABOOSE Has this show EVER followed format? COACH Maybe the dude's out here to apologize. I think he owes all of us one of those! CABOOSE I don't know if we'll get an apology Coach, but I'm one of the people looking for an explanation. "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" Malibu, who normally responds back to his legions of fans, remains at a standstill, simply looking out to the crowd with a more frustrated look than usual, and waits for the chant to die down. MALIBU In the last seven days, I've heard a lot of different things. I've seen the way some people react to my presence, and I've heard that people want answers. Well right now, everyone that's in the locker room, everyone that's in this arena as a paying customer, everyone watching at home, you are going to get what you want, and it's going to be one hundred and ten percent brutal honesty, so I hope you're all ready to handle it. COACH Psssh, honesty? Like someone like... CABOOSE Shut UP, Coachman. MALIBU About a year ago, right here on a Thursday night, I was the victim of an assault by Scotty Static and Johnny Jackson, the Global Party Exchange. At the time, who thought anything more of it than the GPX got antsy, and wanted to take a shortcut to make a name for themselves? Happens all the time in the wrestling business, it's nothing new to me. But what it was was the start of what many dubbed the OAOAST's "Civil War". It was, in the mind of many, the beginning of the end. A new era, or at least that's what they were trying to achieve, and to their credit, they got a lot of names in on it with them, and they did it fast. They knew what they were doing, so it was only natural that myself and many of the longtime roster members...the "Originals" if you will, banded together to fight back, and not give them what they wanted. To this day, it's been a constant battle in the ring, in the locker room, in interviews...and now I'm at the center of it all. As usual, Zack Malibu is at the forefront of all the controversy. COLE He's right about that. MALIBU For ONE YEAR, I have had to endure constant attacks, both verbally and physically, from Scotty Static, Johnny Jax, and Jamie O'Hara. I have been criticized for rallying the troops because it took people away from their "real goals" here in the company. Now personally, I don't feel that that is a wrongdoing, because since DAY ONE it has not been about me, or about Black, or Brannigan, or Blonde or Faqu or Caboose or WHOEVER. Throw any name in there you want, but the fact is that I was, am, and always will be, looking out for THE COMPANY. THIS COMPANY...OUR HOUSE! We all have our individual goals and that's fine, but to be nitpicked for banding together to perserve the legacy of something we ALL helped create and make into a superpower...well I'd be lying if I didn't say that was selfish of all of those who felt that way. The crowd remains still, not reacting, because they know Zack is far from done. MALIBU So then...it starts again. After Anglemania this past year, Static, Jax and O'Hara come to me and swallow their pride, professing their respect for me, and actually getting me to do it in return. Why shouldn't I respect their abilities...those are three of the most talented kids in the game today. What I don't respect is their attitude, their action, and the way they go about everything. I've had them beat me with belts and chairs and bottles and put my head through a GOD DAMN car window a few weeks ago, but yet deep down, I know they're better than that. But if that's they way it's going to be, then so be it, and that's why last month, I did what they wanted me to do. I brought out the Zack Malibu of old...the one who thinks outside the box. The one who isn't as predictable as he'd become. I brought that side of me out again, and let me tell you, it felt good. It felt good to see their jaws drop when the masks were pulled off of The Wildcards at Living Angleously. It felt GOOD to see Jamie O'Hara's head bounce off this mat with a Riot Act Plus from Todd Cortez. FINALLY, it seemed like everything was going to be settled...but... Malibu breaks off, as if he's got to think of how to word this next part. MALIBU ...but then things went TOO far. I'm a firm believer in retribution, but what happened to Scotty Static at Living Angelously, it went over the line. I admit that. I'm the one who brought Bloodshed, Cortez and Blank here. I knew their history, I knew what they were all about...and that's WHY I brought them here. To give the GPX and O'Hara something that they couldn't handle. To deal the fatal blow to this god damn Upstarts, revolution...whatever you want to call it...and honestly...what happened at Living Angleously...it shouldn't have gone that far. Scotty Static was already taken out, and after that, it was a case of excessive, unnecessary violence, and I hold myself responsible for it. You think something like that would be the end, but no...oh no...it was just the beginning...because THEN not only did it fuel the fire even MORE between the Hooligans and myself, but apparently that fire spread like wildfire through the locker room. Zack Malibu, all of the sudden, wasn't a company guy...he went to the SWF for backup. Zack Malibu crossed the line by bringing these guys in...Zack Malibu....WHAT DID YOU WANT ZACK MALIBU TO DO!? We worked for a year...A GOD DAMN YEAR to put these guys in their place, and nothing worked...not Black T, not me and Leon, not ANYBODY...NOTHING TOOK. We NEEDED TO DO SOMETHING UNEXPECTED, SOMETHING NEW, but noooooo...because I did it, because I'm the "poster boy", I go and do something outside of the company line, and it's locker room treason! Have you SEEN the looks I get from my peers, from guys like Leon Rodez, my former tag team partner...from guys like James Blonde and Faqu, who I watched reinvent themselves both here and in HI-YAH...from YOU Caboose, sitting down at the broadcast table. All of you, last week, in my face telling me "enough was enough" with Jamie O'Hara...you were all their to get ME to stop, but WHERE WERE YOU when it was my head being sent through the window of a car!? Where were YOU, Caboose, when the blood was dripping from the back of MY head. Sitting down at Sofa Central, signing off for the night? None of you, friend or foe...NONE OF YOU know what it's like to be in my spot. It's a constant target on my back, 24/7, from other wrestlers, from corporate executives...everyone wants a piece of the pie, and everyone wants what is theirs, but when someone crosses that imaginary line, that's when you unite? WHERE HAS THAT UNITY BEEN!? What happened to standing up to these guys and bringing things back to the way they were? What happened to the unity we had not more than a year ago? Why is it that I get questioned about what I do, bringing new faces into the fold to HELP US, only to be shunned for it? Why is it that Leon Rodez never bothered to want to get a rematch for the tag belts once we lost them, instead choosing to go off on his own again? If we're so united, then tell me, and I swore...I swore I'd never even acknowledge this again knowing my stance on the subject...but if we're all so united, then WHY ARE THOSE TWO DESERTERS, the REAL traitors to the company, BACK HERE WITHOUT QUESTION!? Oh, Tony and Dan went after them...SO GOD DAMN WHAT! This company...I love it...but it can be so god damn hypocritical sometimes. I didn't ask to be put in the position I'm in, but I earned it. I deserve to be where I am, but I do not deserve the glares, and the second guessing. I don't deserve the mistrust, and I don't deserve... "One for the treble, two for the bass..." Malibu gets cut off in mid-stream, as "Oh No", aka Todd Cortez's theme song, starts playing, and leads the newly crowned OAOAST World Six Man Tag Team Champions, The Wildcards, down the aisleway. COLE Malibu...he's...he's making some valid points, Caboose. CABOOSE He is, I won't deny that. And he's taken responsibility for his actions as I knew he would. It's just that...something doesn't feel right about this entire situation, Michael. Something doesn't feel right about what the GPX and O'Hara have brought out of him, because it's certainly not the "old" Zack Malibu. Cortez, Blank, and Bloodshed all enter the ring, with Malibu questioning why they're there. Cortez plays mediator, and calmly asks Zack for the mic, which is handed over. CORTEZ Zack Malibu, let it be known that the three of us, respect you, and we appreciate your accomplishments. BUT...let's get one thing straight here, Zack. When you came to me in Japan, and asked if I wanted to come into the OAOAST to help you out, you asked me point blank, to help you find men that were on equal ground with me. Men who loved the sight and smell of blood, whether it was someone else's or their own. Men who would gladly throw down at the drop of a hat for any reason, or for no reason at all. I brought you Bruce Blank and Bloodshed, and you pulled off the coup of the a lifetime but making sure these men were able to remain active in the top two wrestling federations in the world today! Blank snickers as he chomps on his toothpick, while Bloodshed rests against the turnbuckles, watching the drama unfold. CORTEZ I see you out here Zack, taking responsibility, and...to me, it comes off as an apology. Now, we're not about to apologize for what we do...because we love what we do, and we do it well. YOU don't need to apologize, because what you did last week...it's human nature. I think the apology that needs to be owed is to you...to US, because of the way we are perceived by the rest of the OAOAST! The crowd is mixed in its response, and even Malibu seems to want to hear more. Rather than continue, Cortez hands the mic over to Blank. BLANK Ya see, ya'll don't seem to respect us. Don't seem to want us around. Maybe because we're not "homegrown". Maybe because to some of you, we're still sleepin' with the enemy. But what I think it is is that it's not dislike. It's intimidation. Ain't that right, 'boosey? Blank heads over by the ropes, and question Caboose, who is startled by it. BLANK Ya, you heard me. Maybe because you've never seen anything like this before. Three of the toughest sons of bitches, the most brutal competitors anywhere in this sport, brought in by the least likely person to do. Maybe that's why ya'll are mad at Zachary here too...because you don't feel he's one of you anymore. Maybe you feel he's one of...us. Blank nods to Zack, who seems perplexed by his statement. BLANK Zack, I've seen that look in my eyes when I look in the mirror, that look that I saw in your eyes last week when you were slicin' that boys head open. You've been hiding it all inside, and it's been building up. Those days gone by, like when you were jabbing the belt buckle in Crystal's head, raking her face across the steel cage...oh yeah, see I know as much about you as you do about us. You've been in that zone before Zack, and you've been squashin' it lately, tryin' to hide it because...hell I dunno, might hurt your image? Might not make you look like Mr. Nice Guy anymore? Zack...you'll feel so much better when you let it ou... Malibu, who doesn't look happy, snatches the mic. MALIBU Let me make one thing clear, Blank. I'm NOT like the three of you. I brought you here, that's on my head, and that's fine. I respect the three of you, but what I did last week was simply the heat of the moment, and... Blank, not happy with the mic snatch, takes it right back. BLANK I wasn't done, boy. Tension builds, as the larger Blank looks down on Zack, who still doesn't budge. BLANK Yer makin' excuse for yourself, Zack. "Heat of the moment"...c'mon now boy, you knew EXACTLY what you were gonna do once you got yer hands on Jamie O'Hara. And that's fine, because there ain't nothin' finer than knowin' we get PAID to do that stuff! We're one step below hitmen, Zack, and it's all legal for us! We're makin' money hand over fist for what we do, so there's no need to feel sorry 'bout it. Bloodshed said it best, it's kill or be killed out here...you'd rather be a killer, wouldn't you? Malibu, who doesn't appear to know what to say, remains silent. BLANK Don't answer that, Zack. I know what you'll say. After all, I saw it in your eyes last week. Now as for yer unity...don't worry. I don't think you need to worry about that, because we're in the same boat as you. Disrespect in the backstage area. People in the company thinkin' we're some travelin' circus of violence...kinda hurts, but then again, it doesn't. All these people worryin' for nothin', squirmin' in their chairs when we walk by...kinda nice knowing how intimidating we are, actually. Eventually, they'll all come 'round. After we establish ourselves a bit more, after all we are representatives of this company! Blank proudly holds his Six Man belt up, and hands the mic back to Zack. MALIBU Well I'm glad you feel that way, because here's how it's going to be. Maybe you're right...maybe I don't need to make an apology, maybe you don't either. But I'm a man of responsibility, and right know the weight of your world is coming down onto MY shoulders...so here's how it's going to go. See those belts you guys have. At School's Out, I've gotten you a match. Blank, Cortez, and Bloodshed look at each other, wondering when Malibu became their talent manager. MALIBU Go ahead and give me the looks all you want, but I'm done with playing favorites. You've got a match, and the belts are on the line, against The Hooligans...Static, Jax, and O'Hara! The crowd roars at the announcement, and The Wildcards shrug it off. MALIBU That's not the only match I made for School's Out. While they couldn't be here tonight due to a booking in Mexico through the HI-YAH office, James Blonde and Faqu have already received word of this. After talking with corporate officials from HI-YAH, and given the events of the past few months, with Faqu cheated out of his HI-YAH Title shots and Blonde sidelined since Anglemania with the arm injury, it was determined that at School's Out, the HI-YAH Championship will be on the line when I take them BOTH on in a Three Way Dance! The crowd roars again, as Zack is going to defend against two of his friends in the same match. MALIBU Now, Blonde and Faqu...whatever I have to work out with them, I'LL do it. You guys take care of your match, and let me take care of mine. This isn't about you, this isn't about "us", this is about me now. Blank looks over to Bloodshed, who has pushed up and comes walking out of the corner. Cortez puts an arm out, keeping Bloodshed back, although by the look on his face he doesn't appear to be taking kindly to Malibu's orders. BLANK Don't you worry, Zacky. You do what you have to do...because we already know what we have to do. With those ominous words uttered Blank waves his contingent away and out of the ring. Malibu stands his ground, but the tension continues to boil between Zack and The Wildcards, not to mention the rest of the OAOAST roster. COLE Strong words from Zack Malibu tonight, as well as some from the Wildcards! CABOOSE Malibu...I hope you know what you're doing this time, because I don't like where any of this is going at all.

I SHOULD have it done before I leave work (8pm EST), if not it'll be here no later than 10ish (after the OC Season Finale, baby.)

Season 1 is released August 8th.

I second this notion. Also, use the back suplex into a neckbreaker he used on Lashley.

Lame.

If anything, between the DX reunion and Cena/Edge again, it looks like Edge will get another reign, only to be the patsy for Triple H. That way they can use Cena/HHH as HHH's first program with the belt, with Cena claiming he's both pinned and made Triple H tap.

I'll never get these "Meltzer isn't credible" type of arguments. Meltzer simply reports the news given to him at a given time, and gives his opinions on what he thinks can/would/should happen. He's not one of the fanboys on www.WWEWRESTLINGNEWZ.com saying "KEVIN NASH WILL JOIN THE NEW DX AND ITLL BE TEH KLIQ AGAIN OMG!".

I've done 12-13 hour shifts before (years ago when I worked one of the family bakeries, and then again up until last year when I was working my teaching job and my longtime office job). The long shifts never bothered me, personally.

Kelly Clarkson in June. 311 in August. Both will be the second time around for me seeing them live. I'm hoping that both Matchbook Romance and Anberlin reschedule their previously cancelled shows during the summer as well. I've been itching to see both (MR especially) for a long time now.

PK, I saw the question in feedback...this was what I wanted the show to cut right into (start off with the Garner's coming out and do the match before the actual show got going). There wasn't any other segments planned.

COLE Fans, welcome to HeldDOWN~! I'm Michael Cole, alongside Caboose and The Coach, and we're cutting right to the action this week, as the World Six Man Tag Team Champions, the Triple Threat, have just stormed down to the ring! As "Word Up" by Korn blares, the identical triplet trio of Nick, Rick, and Dick Garner all enter the ring, each one clutching a microphone. CABOOSE How'd they get three mics? We usually have enough trouble finding one for a promo! COACH You know what, you're tryin' to talk over three men here, so why not just kick back and see what they gotta say, you dig? CABOOSE Word life, homey. COACH ...don't front. The Garners, who have been MIA from OAOAST action for a while now, gather in the ring, and while all of them look alike, not one of them looks happy. NICK THIS... RICK ...IS.... DICK ...GETTING... ALL 3 RIDICULOUS! The Garners, all pouting, look around, as the fans respond in a mix of booing and confusion. RICK WE ARE... NICK ...THE SIX MAN... DICK ...TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD! NICK BUT WE... RICK ...HAVEN'T BEEN BOOKED! The Garners, fuming, all unstrap their championship belts, and raise them high with one arm. DICK SO, WE'RE... NICK ...NOT... RICK ...GONNA WAIT! NICK WE'LL HAVE A MATCH... RICK TONIGHT! DICK WITH ANYONE WHO WANTS ONE! ALL THREE FOR THE BELTS! COLE So 'boose, you think they ad-lib, or are these three man speeches planned? CABOOSE No idea Michael, all I'm interested in finding out is if someone is going to take the Garner's up on their challenge! Nick, Rick, and Dick toss aside their mics, tear off their hoodies, and stare at the entrance ramp, waiting to see if anyone dares to come challenge for their belts. Perhaps a bit too eager, the trio motions for someone to come down to the ring and take them up on their offer...and just a few moments later, the appearance of several individuals on the ramp makes it seem that they might regret what they wished for! COLE Oooooh no... COACH What!? No...no man, they don't belong out here! Bruce Blank, Bloodshed, and the "Urban Legend" Todd Cortez, the three men recently taken into the OAOAST amidst much controversy, begin to walk down the aisle. Blank is, as usual, snickering to himself, perhaps a bit cheery about what is about to come. Bloodshed is a pokerface, expressionless, and simply stalks to the ring, while Cortez is more animated, yet equally focused. COLE I don't know if they're gonna take them on, I mean Cortez has his first match later tonight, a street fight no less, with Jamie O'Hara, and... Michael Cole isn't even done speaking before Cortez and Bloodshed dart under the bottom rope, and come up to go face to face with Nick and Rick Garner respectively, while Blank pulls himself onto the apron. Dick Garner charges, but Blank steps over the top rope and backs him up, then grabs him by the head and takes him across the ring, hurling him up and over the top rope! CABOOSE There goes one Garner! Dick goes splat, nearly taking out referee Brian Hebner, who has raced to the ring to officiate this impromptu affair! COLE We've got an official, and this is, apparently, a match for the OAOAST Six Man Tag Team Titles! With their brother out of commision, Nick and Rick try to fight back, but while Nick is sent to the corner and then smashed with a running high kneelift from Cortez, Rick is crushed by a snap powerslam from Bloodshed as he bounces off the ropes! Rick rolls out of the ring and tries to regroup, but Bloodshed then nails him with a baseball slide, sending him crashing back into the railing, and leaving him prone for a pescado that knocks him to the floor! Back inside, Cortez whips Nick out of the corner, right into a big boot by Blank, who then drops a hard elbow into his sternum, and then rolls aside as Cortez connects with a quebrada...remaining atop the triplet as Blank elevates himself into the air, and crashes his tree-trunk like leg across his throat with a legdrop! COACH OK, c'mon Mr. Hebner, let's get these guys out of the ring! One on one, tag ropes...DO YOUR JOB! CABOOSE Not for nothing but exactly WHO is making sure regulations are in place anymore, Coach? It's a state of anarchy lately, and anything goes! Bruce Blank reaches down and wraps his large hand around the throat of Nick Garner and yanks him up to his feet without breaking a sweat. Nick gasps for air and tries to break the choke, while the big redneck just smiles before bringing a knee up into his gut and keeling him over! Blank then tosses Nick towards Cortez, who grabs him and sets him in a standing headscissors before leaping off the mat and over his back... ...SPIKING HIM WITH THE RIOT ACT PLUS~! COLE That made ME cringe! Cortez covers, while Blank and Bloodshed stand guard, watching the other two Garner brothers try to find a way back in to break the count. ONE! COACH Oh no... TWO! COACH Come on, I mean, this isn't...they're not... THREE! DING! DING! DING! COACH God DAMMIT! COLE We...we have new World Six Man Tag Team Champions! Right off the bat, we've already had a title change on tonight's HeldDOWN~! CABOOSE Shock TV at it's finest! COLE These men, these SWF...can we even CALL them that without legal action being taken? COACH They don't belong here! They're not like us! CABOOSE Actually, if you were paying attention last week, they ARE OAOAST thanks to Zack...and that seems to irk people even more than the fact that they've arrived from the "outside"! Cortez's "Oh No!" theme song gets pumped through the speakers to mark the victory, as Hebner pulls Cortez's arm up to make the win official. The lively crowd, excited about seeing a title switch in the opening minutes of action, pop loudly, as the newcomers are each handed a championship. Blank takes his and slings it over his shoulder, patting the golden center plate, while Cortez raises his up in the air, nodding his head to the crowd who seems to approve of the victory. Bloodshed, stoic as ever, stares at his reflection in the gold, and then throws the belt over his shoulder, turning to Blank, who pats Bloodshed's belt, and then shakes hands with Cortez. COLE Well, this is certainly not the way I thought we'd kick off the night! CABOOSE You know, I think this is just throwing more fuel on the fire. These guys, despite their apparent allegiance to Zack, have been persona non grata for their actions at Living Angleously. Now they're champions on top of it? They might as well paint a bull's eye on their backs! Blank, Cortez, and Bloodshed exit the ring the same way they entered, with Blank look happier than a hog in...well, you know. Cortez waves the belt in the face of a few fans, proud of his accomplishment, while Bloodshed simply walks alongside his comrades, his belt draped over his right shoulder. COLE We are off to a BIG start tonight, and if that wasn't enough to get you to stay tuned, then wait until you see what's in store later...INCLUDING Nutrition's Real Guru's, Biff Atlas and Flex Phillips, taking on pop superstars D*LUX, and a huge main event featuring one of your NEW World Six Man Champions, Todd Cortez, taking on Jamie O'Hara in a Street Fight! Plus a whole lot more here on HeldDOWN~!, so do yourself a favor...don't move!

THIS NEEDS TO GO FAIRLY EARLY IN THE SHOW, AS IT PICKS UP AFTER THE SIX MAN MATCH. We return from break and are in the backstage area, where the newly crowned World Six Man Tag Team Champions are walking through the back, proud of their victory. BLANK Wheeeeeee boy, ain't no better feelin' than some good ass whoopin' and a belt to show for it! CORTEZ I ain't about to say "wheee boy", but it's always good to have gold. BLANK Whaddya say there, Bloodshed. Nice to be a champion again, ain't it? BLOODSHED Championship gold is just one reason I got into this sport. I prefer to wear the blood of my enemies as my trophy. Blank and Cortez look at each other, as Bloodshed looks at his belt, staring deeply at it. BLANK (whispering) Why does he always get like that? Scares me someti... Blanks turns, stopping himself in mid-sentence, as he and his friends are approached by James Blonde and Faqu, two men who have gained quite a fan base in recent months. BLANK Howdy gents, what can I do for ya? FAQU Let me tell you something, "partner". Me and James, we might not be here all the time, but this is still OUR company. Blank tips his hat, and smiles at the big Samoan. BLANK Well then, looks like we got somethin' in common! Blank smiles and offers his hand, but it's knocked away by Faqu, which turns Blank's smile into a sneer. Cortez and Bloodshed step forward, but Bruce puts his arm out, telling them to keep back. BLANK You got a problem with us, boy? FAQU Yeah, yeah I do have a problem with you. All three of you. See, we'd have been happy to help Zack out, but he wanted to catch the GPX and O'Hara off guard, and that's fine. I'm just not sure he made the right choice in going to you. BLANK I do reckon that we proved he did at Living Angleously. BLONDE The only thing you guys have proven is that you're sick, you're like vampires, looking for your next victim. The blood gets you off, the violence...what you guys do isn't wrestling, it's sadisistic, it's... CORTEZ ...it's a fact of life! Did you get into this business because you wanted to fight, or because you're soft? The sight of a little blood gets you queasy? You're in the wrong business then. BLOODSHED What do you expect from us? This is kill or be killed. Personally, I prefer killing. Bloodshed smirks, while Blank snickers. FAQU You're sick. The three of you. Let's get one thing straight, you're under contract, Zack pulled one off and got you here, and NOW you've got some titles to your credit, so that's fine. But if you think for one minute you're gonna run amuck with your "style" of wrestling...then Bloodshed got one thing right...you WILL have to kill us. Faqu and Blonde, looking as serious as ever, storm off, leaving the Wildcards unimpressed, yet displeased with the lack of acceptance from the duo.

HeldDOWN~! returns from it's final commercial break, and not a moment too soon, as Jamie O'Hara, sipping on some "liquid courage" from his 40 oz. bottle, walks to the ring. When he's not chugging, he's cursing, acting as belligerent as ever to the ringside fans. He circles the ring, taking drink after drink from his 40 before stopping off at Sofa Central and putting his drink on the table, warning Michael Cole not to touch it. COLE ME? I don't drink! CABOOSE You should start, it might make your job more fun. How do you think I'm able to put up with Coachman half the time? O'Hara rolls into the ring and comes up, pumping his fists in the air as the crowd responds with the typical hatred for the brash Brit. After a few moments of crowd taunting, O'Hara's theme song is replaced by a new arrival to the OAOAST theme selection, albeit a song we've already heard once before this evening. One for the treble, two for the bass Welcome to the great incredible paper chase Keep your boots laced if you want to keep pace... "OH NO!" Mos Def's hip hop anthem "Oh No" brings up a sea of cheers from the crowd, as the newly crowned one-third of the OAOAST World Six Man Tag Team Champions appears on the ramp, ready for his in-ring singles debut! Clad in his trademark bulletproof vest and shades, the "Urban Legend" makes his way down the ramp, this time for the match he was originally scheduled for tonight! CABOOSE One would think Jamie O'Hara is a little leery of stepping into the ring under these conditions tonight. Maybe that's why he's been drinking all evening! COACH Puh-lease, dawg! My man J don't need to be tipsy to beat this poser's ass! Cortez comes to ringside, clutching his prized cross and kissing it as he comes up the steps into the ring. Michael Buffer stands at center ring, ready for the intro's, but O'Hara shoves Buffer onto his ass, and waves Cortez on! COLE I don't know, Caboose, O'Hara seems pretty eager to get it on! Buffer, shocked, simply rolls out of the ring, as Cortez comes in and goes nose to nose with O'Hara. The two men go nose to nose, trash talking each other, until O'Hara shoves Cortez back...and Todd responds with a jab to the face! Cortez goes into motion, circling like a prizefighter, and stuns O'Hara with another right jab when he turns around, staggering the cruiserweight star! Fed up, O'Hara bolts for Cortez and dives for the legs, taking him to the mat, where he starts wailing on him! Cortez fends him off, throwing the lanky superstar off of him, and getting to his feet. Jamie gets up as well, but this time when he comes at him, Todd's ready, and spikes Jamie's nether regions off his knee with an inverted atomic drop! Cortez then takes Jamie by the head and runs him to the corner, smashing him headfirst into the top turnbuckle before turning him around and sending him across the ring, crashing into the other corner! Jamie is dazed, and Todd follows up by charging across the ring, and crushing O'Hara in the corner with a running splash! COLE He's just flattened him out with that splash! He still has his bulletproof vest on for God's sake! O'Hara flops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring before any more damage can be done. Cortez finally gets a free minute to remove his vest, which he then takes and hurls over the ropes, throwing it and hitting Jamie in the back! He exits the ring and goes after O'Hara, but when he turns Jamie around he gets a thumb to the eyes from the high-flying wigga, and then a hard kick that connects low! Jamie goes on the offense now, connecting with a pair of right hands, then takes Todd by the arm and sends him across ringside, where his momentum doesn't stop until he smashes into the guardrail! O'Hara charges, but Cortez shakes the cobwebs loose in time to get a foot up, and ram it right into the oncoming Englishman's mouth! He pulls himself up and yanks Jamie's legs out from under him, then hits a low stomp, and then a second stomp that sees his foot driven into O'Hara's sternum! CABOOSE The term "mat classic" will not be used to describe this affair, that's for sure! Cortez then takes Jamie and hoists him off the floor, rolling him back into the ring. Cortez opts to remain on the apron and not re-enter, as he springboards off the top rope and comes down with a kneedrop to Jamie's temple. Cortez then rolls through and pops up to his feet, leaping to the middle rope and then backflipping himself over, landing atop O'Hara with a quebrada! COLE What a combo! COACH What, you at Wendy's now? Combo? Pssh. Rather than try and pin his opponent after that, Cortez gets up and brings Jamie up by the hair, then stuns him with a European uppercut. He sends Jamie to the ropes, but O'Hara reverses, sending Cortez in and then leaping up for a dropkick...but Todd stays back, avoiding contact with the move! Jamie flops to the mat, so Todd follows up with an elbowdrop, but O'Hara rolls out of the way! Todd rolls to his feet only to find himself snared in a front facelock, as Jamie traps the head with the left arm and then pounds on the back with the right, finally lifting Todd up for a suplex but instead choosing to hang him over the top rope! Cortez dangles, and O'Hara lets him do so for a moment before taking him by the head and pulling him into the ring, bringing him down facefirst into the canvas! Cortez is hurting, and O'Hara stands over him, reaching down and pulling his head back, then sticking his hands inside Todd's mouth and pulling back on his cheeks, trying to rip his face apart! COACH Yeah J, yeah! Show him how we do on the streets! Cortez groans as his face is torn at, until O'Hara throws him facefirst back into the canvas. He kicks Cortez in the back of the head every time it's slightly lifted, making sure the "Urban Legend" stays down. O'Hara then reaches into his boot, pulling out a length of chain and wrapping a portion of it around one hand, leaving enough extended so that when Cortez comes to his feet, O'Hara can attack from behind and wrap the chain around his neck! COLE He's strangling him with that chain! The arena fills with boos, as Cortez is struggling to break the choke before his air supply runs out. O'Hara pulls back, almost laughing as he tries to rob Todd off all the air in his body! CABOOSE This is...it's not right, but it's perfectly legal in this contest! Cortez tries to keep his balance, but his legs start giving out, as his energy is fading fast. He falls to one knee, as Jamie keeps the chain wrapped tightly around his neck. Seeing his foe nearly passed out, O'Hara releases the choke by his own will, but as Cortez remains perched on one knee and gasping for air, O'Hara unravels some of the chain and WHIPS Cortez across the back with it! "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" COACH Whip him! Whip him good! CABOOSE You mock Cole earlier, and now you paraphrase Devo? What's wrong with you!? Cortez reels, as the shot stings throughout his body. O'Hara cocks his arm back, and once again the chain links come smashing across Cortez's back! Despite his agony, Cortez fights to his feet, reaching the ropes and using them for support, only to have the chain brought over his back once again! O'Hara comes forward and again tries to wrap the chain around Todd's neck, but when he does Todd quickly turns to his side, and hammers Jamie in the ribs with some quick elbow shots! Stunned, O'Hara backs off, and Todd uses the opening to hit a sweep kick, then dives for Jamie's arm when he falls. He scissors it with his legs and takes hold of the wrist, cranking back on it to try and wrest the chain from Jamie O'Hara! COLE Todd Cortez has him trapped in an armbar! O'Hara has nowhere to go! O'Hara kicks his legs, desperately trying to free himself as Cortez pulls the chain off his hand. O'Hara is freed eventually, and rolls onto his stomach, holding his arm...but now it's Cortez who is in possession of the chain! He gets up, and sees O'Hara on both knees, favoring his arm, so Todd takes the chain he's just ripped from the grasp of his opponent and gives Jamie a taste of his own medicine, whipping him across the back with it! "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" O'Hara absorbs the blow, and bounces like a fish out of water, trying to scurry away from Cortez as he deals with the pain of the blow! He moves to the corner and drags himself up with the help of the turnbuckles, but Cortez is right there and swings again, snapping the chain across Jamie's back once again! CABOOSE O'Hara must be kicking himself for bringing that chain out here with him! O'Hara finds himself backed against the corner, but as Cortez approaches he fires off a high kick out of desperation, then comes out of the corner stunning Todd with a series of right hands before running to the ropes...and catching a whip of the chain across his stomach! O'Hara keels over, and Cortez throws the chain aside as he pulls him into a standing headscissors, a precursor of his famed RIOT ACT PLUS... ...but JOHNNY JAX bolts into the ring and drills Cortez with a running Yakuza Kick, saving his stablemate! COLE Dammit, there's Jax again! These Hooligans are everywhere when they're not supposed to be! COACH It's all good, baby! It's a streetfight! Your boys have to have your back! The crowd boos as Jax picks up the chain discarded by Cortez and picks up where Jamie left off, whipping the newcomer across his body with quick, hard shots...and O'Hara ducks out of the ring and leans over the guardrail, his body covered in welts where it was exposed...and steals a chair from a ringside fan! COLE They've got a chain, they've got a chair, and...THEY'VE GOT TROUBLE! A pop from the crowd sets off the alarms in Jax and O'Hara's heads, as Bruce Blank and Bloodshed are storming down the aisle to back up their partner. Knowing they'll be outnumbered in the ring, the two heat-seekers duck out of the ring, still clutching their weapons of choice, as Blank and Bloodshed each pick a side of the ring and start coming around. Jax and O'Hara stand ready to go, until ANOTHER pop goes up from the crowd, despite the standstill of action...that is until someone hops the railing and tackles Jamie O'Hara down, causing him to drop the steel chair! COLE What the hell!? Someone just came right by me out of the...wait, it's Zack...IT'S ZACK MALIBU! Malibu, clad in street clothes, and with the back of his head a mess of stitches, is driving the back of Jamie O'Hara's head into the ringside floor! Jax reacts as Blank approaches, and he starts swinging the chain, which the big redneck tries to deflect with his forearm...until Bloodshed races through the ring and dives through the ropes, the momentum of which sends Jax falling back against the railing, him Jax out before he can whip Blank anymore! CABOOSE It's chaos at ringside! Bloodshed and Blank quickly double up on Jax, putting the boots to him against the guardrail, while Zack pulls O'Hara up...and gets a low blow! He staggers as Jamie backs away and goes to pick up his chair, but as he turns around Zack reaches for the broadcast table, grabbing Jamie's 40 oz... ...and BUSTS THE BOTTLE OVER HIS HEAD~! COACH YO~! COLE My God, there's glass everywhere, and Jamie O'Hara has been busted open! The cameras focus in on the fallen flyer, head dripping with blood due to Zack's actions, while Malibu just stands over him, sneering. Suddenly, Malibu snaps out of it, looking down at the glass shrapnel, and picks up a shard...then falls to his knees and starts carving Jamie O'Hara's forehead! COLE This is...NO! Zack, NO! STOP~! O'Hara screams loudly as Malibu takes the shard of glass and opens him up even further, then goes to work on the cut, punching it until his own hand is stained with blood! He then takes O'Hara by the head and hurls him, headfirst, into the side of the commentator's table, causing blood to smear all over the side of it! CABOOSE Zack, c'mon Zack, that's enough! COLE He's snapped! Static, Jax, O'Hara, they've pushed him over the edge! All of a sudden, Caboose gets out of his chair to a HUGE POP, pushing past Michael Cole and prying Malibu away from O'Hara, saying "ENOUGH!" as loud as can be. Cortez, who has recovered, pushes Caboose back, but instead of striking fear in his heart, it draws the former World Champion closer into a staredown! Blank and Bloodshed come over and stand behind Cortez, but now Zack pulls Caboose away and stands himself in the middle, trying to calm things down! COACH C'mon 'boose, smack 'em with your bat! I got it right here! COLE Coach, shut up! As Caboose argues with the Wildcards and Malibu, various staff hit ringside to help O'Hara, who is dripping blood all over the floor, no thanks to Zack. James Blonde and Faqu are among the people who rush out to see what's going on, and now they side with Caboose, directing their anger towards Zack and his newfound allies! COLE We've got a volatile situation here! We've got two men down, one bleeding...excessively! We've got Zack Malibu trying to keep the peace, but that...that's tough to do when you're the reason for it all! COACH He's no good, Cole, I've been saying it for how long? THIS is the guy you want representing us? Threats are exchanged amongst the OAOAST stars and the newcomers, with Zack telling Caboose, Blonde and Faqu that O'Hara had it coming, pointing out the stitches in the back of his head as an example. Caboose questions the role of the Wildcards in all this, claiming Zack they're "not like us" and asking "what are you doing?" of the current HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion. Blank seems edgiest of all out of his stable, ready to brawl it out with anyone who wants a go, but Malibu shouts him down, telling him to keep back, which draws an unhappy look from the redneck brawler. COLE We've got...we've got a lot of questions that needed to be answered, and I think that number just increased here tonight with the actions of Zack Malibu! We apologize for the abrupt end to this streetfight, and...just...we've gotta go. We'll see you next week.