OAOAST IntenseZone - 1/27/03

[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

Outside, in front of the Angle Arena in Philedelphia, assorted Superstars of the OaOasT stand with picket signs as many fans pass bye on their way to the arena. Most noticeable are Zack Malibu and AngleSault standing side by side, each with signs voicing rage against Angle-Plex's screwy win last night in the Royal Rumble. Around them, we see Los Infernales harassing fans,

CWM w/Some Guy harassing a girl, and Jingus threatening and then clawslamming fans and police trying to control the protest.

 

Passing in front, on the way to the garage area, comes two armored transports filled with what looks to be National Guardsmen. These two transports are followed by 3 limos, and then another

armored transport.

 

Out of the second limo steps Big Poppa Popick. In the first, Tony the Body gets out. From the third, Bill Watts. Bill watches the Guardsmen file out of their transport and surround them protectively.

 

Bill: Are we ready for this?

 

BPP: I guess.

 

Tony: ...

 

Bill: Let's do it.

 

Up Next...OaOasT IntenseZone!

 

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[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

Earlier Today...

 

::Jailbait makes his way to the OaOast Arena but is stopped suddenly by "Good Ol' EC-Dub" Rick Heyross::

 

Heyross: "You little bastard, why you no good cheech and chong rip-off bastard! How could you, a loser, a nobody, help eliminate and show up my client Brock Ausstin?"

 

Jailbait: "Well. being that huge pile of crap he is......."

 

Heyross: "Thats it, you've pushed us too far, youre gonna regret you ever crossed paths with The Current Big Thing! and remember the last time we were in this arena, last week!"

 

Jailbait: "..............."

 

Heyross: "You are an idiot aren't you? Did you even get past 3rd grade?"

 

Jailbait: "Well as a matter a fact I have a degree in Thug-A-Nomics....."

 

Heyross: "That was so not funny......."

 

::Heyross walks away, angry as ever, but with eveil intentions no doubt. Jailbait continues his walk to the OaOast arena::

 

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[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

OaOasT intro plays, but no pyro lights the stage. As a matter of fact, when the cameras start rolling, only about half the ring crew seems to be present. JR and Jesse are in fact, still at the commentators booth, but the timekeeper and bellkeeper are nowhere to be seen.

 

JR: Now they got us working two jobs Jesse.

 

JESSE: That's right JR. I'm used to ringing people's bells, not ringing an actual bell

 

JR: And I can't tell time...I can't even tell which side of my face is moving!

 

JESSE: Rough times.

 

At that comment, National Guardsmen in riot gear come out of the stage entrance and surround the ring. After the area has been secured, the OaOasT managing trio come out escorted to the ring, amidst much trash throwing. Bill pulls a STICK~! from his vest pocket and begins to speak.

 

Bill: Last night, something so shocking happened, it left our fans in a state of near riot. Right now, most of our locker-room is on strike. Most of our staff and stagehands are on strike. As a matter of fact, most of you are hear tonight expecting for us to announce.

 

Zack: That Zack Malibu, one PISSED... crowd: OFF! PREP is going to be named the true winner of the Royal Rumble, and that I will face AngleSault at AngleMania and win MY first OaOasT title.

 

Zack is standing in an entranceway to the front of the building, surrounded by the vast majority of OaOasT talent and staff that aren't already working or near the ring. The fans start to go crazy as Zack begins to make his way down the stairs. Tony now has the STICK~!

 

Tony: Actually, we were talking about the Bucs winning the Super Bowl Zack.

 

Zack: Then I hope those guns are loaded with more than rubber bullets!

 

Zack sprints towards the ring, leaping over the barricade and stepping on the Guardsmen. He falls to the floor as the Guardsmen prove too much, holding him back seething from the ring.

 

The rest of the protestors watch from their original spot.

 

Tony: Calm Down Zack! I'm kidding. I'm not here to make excuses. BPP & I lost in the tag matches last night. I didn't survive the battle royal, got jumped by the aWo and whatnot. I've wrestled Flair, Sting, Hart and others. I mean, I got tossed by GreenMist and Jailbait. I thought Mist was dead, have no idea who Jailbait is. But I'll give credit where credit is due, they got me.

 

Zack Malibu stares

 

TONY (CONT'D)

But no man got screwed bigger last night than the man standing with me. Angle-Plex, I should of know you would be low enough to pull a stunt like that. Bobby "The Brain" Heenan did that years ago, but he got his ass kicked months later. Which no doubt, the man who steals your girl, breaks her heart, leaves her a fool -- Zack Malibu will do.

 

aWo, ever since you girls decided to go shopping together again, you've caused nothing but hell. There's an old saying: 'nothing lasts forever.' In a matter of time you ladies will find that to be fact. I promise.

 

Zack: Dammit...Popick! Do something about this, you know whats right!

 

At this point, the crowd begins a very, very loud BPP chant. BPP takes the STICK~! from Tony, and makes calming gestures with his hands.

 

Popick: It's okay boys. Let him in, but Zack...contain yourself.

 

Zack is let go by the Guardsmen, and enters the ring to stare at Popick, his IC teammate.

 

Popick: Now Zack, we have a problem. I've looked at the tapes countless times, and as the

 

Commissioner of the OaOasT, I can declare a match ending invalid, change matches, do whatever I feel is in the best interest of the talent involved. It is my job to be fair.

 

Zack: Then dammit, change the decision.

 

Popick: I can't.

 

A hushed silence falls over the crowd.

 

Zack: What?!

 

Popick: I can't change the decision. Angle-Plex was never eliminated. He was never out of the match. Quite simply, like we have for months and months on in Zack, we forgot about him. Do I think he deserves a match at AngleMania for the title? No, he didn't eliminate anyone. All he did was get out for 35 minutes and win on a fluke while you were celebrating. But that's my feeling Zack, its not the facts.

 

Bill drops a OaOasT rulebook in front of Zack's feet.

 

Watts: Go ahead, read the rules on the rumble. Read the contracts. There's nothing we can do to overturn this decision.

 

Popick: There's more bad news Zack. I found this in the book.

 

Popick hands over a piece of paper as Zack reads. Tony sighs and looks away, tears in his eyes.

 

Zack: ::murmuring:: No title shot to be granted to Zack Malibu unless he can run a gauntlet against the aWo in the same show.

 

Popick: That was CWM's doing Zack. When he was Commissioner.

 

Zack: FUCK!

 

Tony: Dammit Zack I'm sorry ::puts hand on Zack's shoulder::

 

Zack: Get the FUCK off of me! ::slaps the hand away:: FUCK YOU ALL! ESPECIALLY YOU POPICK!

 

I... I trusted you. Now I see you're spineless

 

Popick: Spineless? ::Slaps Zack hard upside the face:: FUCK you Zack,

 

TONY: That's it! This shit can't last forever. aWo, next month at Living Angleously -- the aWo vs. the OaOast: War Games.

 

Zack: How does that help me? Its in black and white...and no one can run a gauntlet against the aWo.

 

Bill: Not if the aWo didn't exist.

 

Crowd: What?

 

Bill: It's always known that good stories drive companies. The aWo has had their time. I think we need something new, something fresh. Something with Zack Malibu as our champion.

 

::Crowd pops::

 

Bill: Team OaOasT vs. Team aWo, inside a steel cage. Zack Malibu, Big Poppa Popick, Tony the Body, and The Superstar facing AngleSault, Angle-Plex, CobainWasMurdered, and Sandman.

 

Popick: If we win, the aWo will never exist again, and they may never team up on a regular basis, again. If they win, the In-Crowd and Deadly Alliance...well, we can never exist...again.

 

Tony: For full creative control too.

 

Zack: For my chance at a titleshot, right?

 

Popick: Right. But we need for this strike to be called off. We already don't have but 1 ref here tonight. We need everyone back to put on a show.

 

Zack: Okay, I'll call my people off. I can't speak for the

 

::Cue: a...W...o

 

CWM: Not only will Team aWo destroy the MWC tonight in a rematch...on behalf of Team aWo...I accept.

 

Sandman: MMM, war.

 

Angle-Plex: The title-shot is mine Zack!

 

AngleSault: Shutup lackey, you'll just job.

 

Angle-Plex: But you'll be on top!...I mean, of the world, the world!

 

::Crowd laughs as AP turns red.

 

AngleSault: Team aWo vs. Team OaOasT...wargames? Sounds like fun.

 

With that, the feed cuts, the crowd settles down, and it appears for the moment, the strike is over.

 

JR: Still, Angle-Plex is at AngleMania.

 

JESSE: But he might be facing Zack.

 

JR: Or AngleSault.

 

JESSE: Who knows? Let's cut to a commercial...Somebody get me that drink!

 

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[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

::Big Poppa Popick is seen making his way down a cooridoor, and emerging into an open area with equipment chests and OAOAST truck trailers. He seems to be on his way somewhere, but it's interrupted. A figure emerges from behind some equipment chests, dressed in a black suit and a black mask. it's the same mysterious figure from last IZ!::

 

BPP: What the hell?!

 

::The masked figure is wielding a crowbar, and he takes a strategic swing at BPP's knee. Popick moves away quickly enough and evades injury. Unwilling to let some masked nut terrorize the OAOAST locker room, Popick charges forward while his attacker is off balance and tackles him.

 

The attacker struggles but Popick muscles him down and pops him one good time. He reaches down and yanks the mask off to reveal . . .

 

. . . Spider Poet!::

 

BPP: YOU? You took out those people? You little runt, you're not fit to carry anyone's jock around here.

 

::SP grabs the crowbar which wasn't far away and cracks Popick on the side of the arm with a snarl::

 

SP: A pop on the arm for Popick, I hope next time I can break it. You strut around like a champion, but all your fit for is to fake it. Fake it? ::SP straddles Popick and gets down in his face:: Fire can't be faked. I'll burn you alive. You unmask a fire king, but you've unmuffled the flames of your demise! LOS INFERNALES! I'll burn you alive tonight . . .

 

::SP gets up and bolts before Popick can get to his feet to go after him::

 

::"How I Could Just Kill A Man" blares over the OaOast sound system as Jailbait, who eliminated the most men in the Royal Rumble, makes his way to the ring, of course with his Billy Gunn Pop still in tact.::

 

"Whats Up OaOast Arena!!!!!!!!????? Well. it's been quite a wild 24 hours. Not since ,y early childhood growing up in da Bronx have i been througha battle like dat yo. This all brings me one step closer to my only goal here in OaOast, to win OaOast World Title and provide the life for mi famila that they deserve."

 

::"War Ensemble" Hits as Good Ol' E-C-Dub Rock Heyross comes out, but no Brock Ausstin...::

 

"Oh Boo Hoo, waaaaaa waaaaaa. Do you want us to feel sorry for you Jailbait? Do you want compassion, is that it? Cause ill tell you know, your not gonna get it from us or anyone in that crowd. There bloodthristy animals who only care for the 'here and now.' Don't put yourself through all this punishment for these loser marks! Why don't you join me and Brock, in our quest to rule all of OaOast?"

 

Jailbait:: "Are you Loco Homes?? Why would i want to join a fat, out of shape, disgusting, atrocious looking gorilla? And Brock Ausstin too?"

 

Heyross: "How did I Know you were going to say that? Well, I guess theres only one thing we can do......"

 

::Just then, Brock Ausstin lumbers through the crowd and attacks Jailbait from behind. He hits the Clothesline of Mass Destruction and a pair of rolling german suplexes! Jailbait has been decimated by "The Current Big Thing." Can Jailbait ever get the best of Brock Ausstin?::

 

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[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

::Crowd pops::

 

We cut back to see SpiderPoet hightailing it down the Entrance ramp with Popick in hot pursuit behind. SP slides into the ring and cuts Popick off as he comes in with a vicious legdrop. A bell rings, but no referee is present.

 

Immediately Zack Malibu comes back running out, furiously pulling on a referee's shirt and sliding in. SP quickly covers for a 1 count, coming up to shout at Zack. SCHOOLBOY~! gets a two count by BPP. But SP didn't kick out. Instead, wrapped his right arm around the thigh of SP, and pulls SP's right leg with his left hand, crossing both and pulling up into a weird

submission maneuver

 

JR: It's like a standing figure four, but then like a a liontamer

 

JESSE: I don't care, that's got to hurt!

 

BPP sinches to one knee, driving it into SP's back, begging for him to tap. SP's back being curved, he begins rocking, finally pulling Popick over into a cross armbar reversal~! SP yells as Popick screams, Zack checking in to see if Popick will quit. He does not. SP lets go and starts pacing back and forth. Finally, he drops outside to grab a chair, but is stopped coming in by Zack. SP lets go of the chair as Zack takes it to throw out. With Popick just getting up, and Zack having his back to the action, SP hits a Knux~! assisted low blow. He then yells for Zack to come and cover, so Zack whips around and starts. SP pins BPP by sitting on his legs, his legs over BPP's shoulders. SP grabs the second rope with one hand and BPP's pants with another...1...2...3!

 

SP, immediately releases BPP and runs out of the ring, laughing maniacally. Zack turns to the crowd, and is met with boos as BPP complains about the tights.

 

Backstage ...

 

GreenMist and Naz are seen in their lockerroom in the back. Mist is applying pressure to his foot that was injured at AnglePalooza, seemingly testing it out. Naz is pacing. Mist eventually looks over and notices this.

 

GM: What are you doing?

 

Naz: I'm walking back and forth, what does it look like I'm doing?

 

GM: Why are you walking back and forth?

 

Naz: We didn't exactly do anything worth writing home about last night..... nor have we done any such things in recent memory!

 

GM: We were tag champs....

 

Naz: That was months ago!

 

GM: It's still recent memory....

 

Naz: That's not the point. You know, I remember you having this big speech a while back about how when things aren't going your way, you've got to look in the mirror to find the problem, not at others.

 

GM: Right, so have you done that?

 

Naz: I've been doing that for the past few months.

 

GM: And?

 

Naz: And nothing. There's nothing wrong with me, I am fine.

 

GM: Then, what's the problem?

 

Naz: It's you.

 

GM: What?

 

Naz: You're the problem.

 

GM: How am I the problem?

 

Naz: You're holding me back. You know I have tons more talent than you do and that scares you. You're afraid of me moving on up to my rightful place in this business and so you hold me down here with you!

 

GM: That's untrue and you know it.

 

Naz: It isn't. It's the truth and you know it.

 

GM: Well, I could very easily point fingers at you. I was a tag team champion for over two months. I won them with GenerationNever and then what'd you do to earn them? You came in near the end of a match and you have gold. Then, not too long after that, we lost them, but not once did I ever blame it on you.

 

Naz: Well, it seems that you are now.

 

GM: Am I?

 

Naz: .....God! I'm sick and tired of you and your stupid Asian proverbial way of speaking!

 

GM: You whine too much.

 

Naz: That's it! I've had it with you! I'm heading to the ring right now and I'm going to wait for you. If you're a man, you'll meet me there.

 

Naz leaves. GM has a look of disappointment on his face.

 

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[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

After commercials, Naz emerges from the back and makes his way to the ring sans music. There is no actual match scheduled. Naz slides into the ring and waits. A few moments pass and GM follows suit and makes his way to the ring. He slides in and the two meet at the center. They have a staredown and exchange some words. Naz rears and throws a punch which GM ducks. GM backs off and kicks at Naz's head, but Naz dodges. Naz runs off the ropes, GM leap frogs over and looks for a kick on Naz's rebound, but Naz slides out of reach. He quickly runs up behind GM and gets him in a waistlock, reversed by GM, reversed by Naz, and then GM manages to break free. Naz runs at him, GM looks for the hip toss, but Naz lands on his feet and turns it into an armbar which GM flips out of and turns it into his own armbar Owen Hart style. Naz manages to apply a headlock. GM pushes him into the ropes, but gets knocked down on the rebound. Naz once again runs off the ropes as GM quickly kips up and uses Naz's momentum against him to toss him out of the ring. GM sizes up for a pescado as Naz rises, but Naz quickly gets out of the way and rolls back in the ring. The two size up once more. Just as it looks like they're about to go at it again, Naz stops and signals for a mic.

 

Naz: This is stupid. I was just venting before, I didn't really mean what I said. We don't need to do this.

 

Naz extends his hand for GM to shake and GM nods and accepts. Naz drops the mic and they leave the ring and return to the backstage area.

 

Backstage, there is a somber mood in the In Crowd dressing room. Zack Malibu is leaning back on the couch, while Alison is playing Grand Theft Auto: Vice City. She pauses the game, and turns to Zack.

 

A:"You OK?"

 

ZM:"Do I look OK?"

 

A:"You look like crap."

 

ZM:"Well gee, there's a mood booster right there..."

 

A:"Zack, look, I know you wanted to win the Rumble..."

 

ZM:"Wanted? WANTED? No Ally, I NEEDED to win the Rumble last night. It's been almost a year...one whole year of going back and forth with the aWo. Of watching your brother maim people. Of putting on some of the greatest matches in the OAOAST, and getting nothing in return."

 

A:"You got two Angle Awards."

 

ZM:"Great. I'll put them next to my bowling trophy."

 

Alison smiles at Zack, and slaps him on the shoulder.

 

A:"CHEER UP! Don't make me call everyone in the Rolodex and have them crash the mansion."

 

ZM:"Nah, I'm not up for it."

 

Speaking of crashing, EvenflowDDT comes barging into the room.

 

EfDDT:"Dude, we need to talk."

 

ZM:"Listen, Evenflow, I needed to talk to you to. This thing with the aWo getting the edge on us every time...we all need to pull together. I want you on Team OAOAST officially, starting tonight."

 

EfDDT:"You what?"

 

ZM:"I want you in on this, all the way. We've got to take them down once and for all."

 

EfDDT:"Sorry dude, no can do."

 

Zack and Alison glare at EvenflowDDT.

 

ZM:"What did you just say?"

 

EfDDT:"I said no can do. I'm on a roll, baby, and I'm done with that aWo bull. I'm done with Sandman. All that is behind me. This is the new me, Evenflow D...D..."

 

Alison gets right up in Evenflow's face.

 

A:"GET OVER YOURSELF!"

 

EfDDT:"Wha...what?"

 

A:"You're done with it, you say? How can you say you're done with the aWo, when they keep coming after us? How can you say you're done with MY BROTHER, when we're still together?"

 

Evenflow and Alison just stare at each other.

 

EfDDT:"And Zack, what was that last night, coming after ME? You talk about the aWo, but I'm you're best buddy, and you lay into ME?"

 

ZM:"'Flow, it was the Rumble. Every man for himself. Everyone does what they have to do."

 

EfDDT:"Yeah, and I know what I have to do. I'm out of here."

 

Evenflow turns to walk out. Alison is starting to cry, and Zack is just looking at him.

 

ZM:"Where are you going?"

 

EfDDT:"To the top, baby...to the top."

 

EvenflowDDT slams the door behind him, leaving a crying Alison and a puzzled Zack Malibu behind.

 

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[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

::“Money is my Bitch” hits as evenflowDDT, bandaged, stitched up, and

noticeably distraught, heads to the ring, custom-plated mic in hand, to

a chorus of boos.

 

evenflowDDT

I just had the worst night of my life at Anglepalooza… and now you

inbred idiotic ingrates have the gall to boo me? Well, that’s just great. Go

ahead, I insist. Boo away, because I came here tonight to get a couple

things settled, and whether or not you’re paying attention, I’m going

to do it.

 

First off, Alison, I… well… I don’t get it. I made a mistake with Reject’s mom. That, I’ll admit, was uncalled for, but that’s no excuse for… I mean, you’ve become so distant. I haven’t spoken to you in days, and you probably think I was just using you way back when and have ever since. Well, look what happened yesterday. I didn’t have you in my corner and what happened? I lost. Does that sound like a user to you? You’ve become a vital part

of me. Does that sound like a user to you? Please, Ali, just talk to me.

Tell me what to say, tell me what to do, tell me what to buy, I’ll make it

better. I want you. I need you. Just talk to me.

 

::“I Know What Boys Like” plays and Alison makes her way to the ring.

Evenflow is ecstatic and immediately rushes down to hold the rings open

for her and give her a hug. She embraces him somewhat coldly than backs

off.

 

Alison

I’ll talk to you, ‘Flow. I’ll even tell you the truth, since I respect you, even though the feeling doesn’t seem to be mutual. Things just… well, for months they haven’t been the same. You lost it, regained it, quit, and lost it again. Now you’re not crazy, I should be thankful, but you’re just… you’re so arrogant. You’ve lost what made you special. Now you’re just another spoiled rich kid, and then with Reject’s mom you just threw around too many feelings. You said you used me? THAT’S what bothered me, not Reject or his mom. That specifically was cruel enough, but Jesus, ‘Flow, regardless of how you feel now, I can’t look you in the eye and pretend that didn’t happen. I know better now. I’m sorry. If you want someone to blame, blame me. Or blame yourself. It doesn’t really matter anymore, I suppose.

 

::Alison leaves the ring, and the crowd hushes as evenflow is speechless for a moment, then picks up the mic, speaking with long pauses while choking back tears with a lump in his throat.

 

evenflowDDT

S…second off, Zack, Royal Rumble… shit, I… Zack, what happened last night? I thought we were friends. Friends don’t beat up friends like that. I hit you on accident, I made the wrong choice again. I know what that title means to you, you… you KNOW I would’ve laid down for you, I would’ve kept AP away, but… what the fuck Zack? I’m… what the fuck? I… what the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK?! I know we haven’t been as close once, and the In Crowd is dead and gone, but still. I. We. We’re still FRIENDS, aren’t we? Or have you forgotten what that means? What the fuck man… what the fuck’s gotten into you?

 

::The crowd, sympathetic up to that point, boo’s at the end and begins

chanting for Zack

 

evenflowDDT

See what I mean? I don’t get it. I hope we’re still friends. If not,

I guess I’ve got nothing, no title, no love, no god-damned fan support,

no…

 

::He ponders for a second, then a smirk comes to his face.

 

evenflowDDT

No, you know what? I do have something. Something nobody can take from

me. My money. Ha! That always keeps me on a higher level than all of you.

You people slave away day and night for people like me! You want my dollar… you’ll kill yourselves for my dollar! You’ll suck my dick and play with

each other for my dollar! You want my dollar, and I have it. That puts me

in a basic position of power over you! I played at it before, but now I

realize… what more do I need but my money? I can pick up any whore, establish any title, buy anyone and anything I want. It even gives me the liberty to say… FUCK ALL OF YOU! You want Zack? You can have Zack. And Zack, my friend, you can have these people. You can have this title. You can have it all. Because I don’t want it. I have my money. That’s all I need. And

with that I bid you all good night. Thanks for the betrayal.

 

::evenflowDDT drops the mic, stamps it and smashes on it, tosses it

towards the fans and leaves the ring. Backstage, a custom limo is seen pulling up, which he steps into and speeds away.::

 

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[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

Singles Match-Angle-Plex vs. EL DANDY~!

 

-The “aWo Porno Theme” plays as “aWo” shows up on the TitanTron, the crowd gets restless with anticipation...but then Angle-Plex comes out to “Ban Agnes” chants. Angle-Plex just shrugs them off and waits for his pyro to shoot off as he walks down to the ring.

 

-Suddenly, a bell tolls and AC/DC’s “Hell’s Bells” starts up as EL DANDY~! marches out with his trademark windbreaker on, not even noticing the pyro going off as the crowd pops for the simple reason that he’s facing Da Plex. Dandy enters the ring and starts stretching out for the match, never taking his eyes off AP.

 

The bell rings as the crowd starts up the “Ban Agnes!” chants again. Dandy comes up to lock-up but AP just kicks him in the stomach. AP then lands two quick right hands before going to the headlock and switching to the hammerlock, pushing Dandy off and slapping him in the back of the head as he taunts the crowd with a stupid grin. Dandy just turns and looks at AP before the two go nose to nose. AP says some shit as Dandy’s eyes get big, but AP slaps Dandy before he can do anything. Dandy then proceeds to give AP an elbow straight out of the Misawa playbook to put Agnes down on the mat.

 

Dandy bounces off the ropes and nails AP with a Yakuza Kick, sending him to the outside as the crowd firmly gets behind Dandy. AP complains to the ref but the ref starts counting to 10. AP gets to the apron at 4 and steps in. Dandy comes to meet him but AP fires off a brutal chop that has Dandy clutching his chest. AP then brings him to the corner and gives him right hands to the face that sends Dandy to the ground, leaning him against the turnbuckle with a reddened face. Dandy tries to shake it off and AP chokes him with his foot as the argues with the ref. Dandy is coughing and holding his throat as AP picks him up and whips him to the corner. AP charges, but Dandy moves out of the way as AP hits the turnbuckle, clutching at his chest. Dandy runs the ropes and tries a clothesline, but AP ducks and catches Dandy off the rebound, nailing him with the belly-to-belly. AP makes a quick cover for 2, and then chokes Dandy in frustration. AP then tosses him to the outside and AP starts distracting

the ref for some reason...

 

...which is when Sandman9000 comes from under the ring behind Dandy as he starts to get up and the crowd boos as Sandy procures the barbed-wire baseball bat and NAILS Dandy in the face, going under the ring again as AP goes to the outside. He picks up Dandy and Dandy is bleeding as he gets rolled back in. AP covers Dandy with his feet on the ropes...1...2...NOOOOO!

 

Dandy barely gets the shoulder up as Plex is completely baffled at this turn of events. He picks Dandy up and delivers a HUGE German Suplex, and then holds on for a second...and a THIRD!!!

 

Dandy is done as AP yells at the crowd...”THIS...is how you do a frog splash!” AP climbs up and gives the crowd the finger, leaping off and doing the Frog Motion...and HITTING it on Dandy! AP basks in the boos and lazily covers! 1...2...NOOOOOO! Dandy barely gets the shoulder up again and AP calls for the end of it and hooks Dandy in for the ANGLE-PLEX!!! AP holds on for a 2 count...but then he goes for the ROLLING variety! AP then does a second one before taunting the crowd, and Dandy grabs the arm into a Fujiwara Armbar, and then spins around, flipping over AP into his EL DANDINA CRADLE!!!

 

ONE...TWO...NOOOOOOOOOO! AP barely kicks out as they both get to their feet and AP nails Dandy with a lariat. AP makes the motion for the end of it again and then picks Dandy up for the suplex, but Dandy blocks and goes into a small package!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEE!!! THE BELL RINGS!!! PLEX HAS BEEN BEATEN! THE CROWD goes crazy and laughs at AP as he throws a tantrum in the ring. Dandy rolls out and just stares at AP as if to say “Beat me when you have the chance to,” and Sandman9000 comes in the ring and argues with the ref along with AP as we go to commercial...

 

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[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

BPP is backstage, walking into the IC / Commissioner's locker room. The camera and the Big Poppa spy Zack and Alison embracing in a hug as he sits down...The two part with tears in their eyes.

 

Zack: I didn't know you'd be...

 

BPP: Back here? No worries bro, I know you're not the kind of guy to hit something off the rebound. It's cool. Y'all, have had a bad run of luck. Ali, you'll find a good guy, but I gotta ask you to leave for a second. I gotta speak to Zack alone.

 

Ali: But the camera.

 

BPP: It's not on.

 

Ali: oh...

 

Alison leaves the room for the time being.

 

Zack: What's going on? ::Immediately Zack gets the spit knocked out by the second BPP slap of the night.

 

BPP: Don't...EVER...doubt my commitment again okay? You're on the brink of cracking, and dammit, that was MORE than just a consoling hug okay...put yourself together, you're not about any of what you're doing, you're better than that.

 

Zack: ...

 

BPP: And really, I just want to have one question answered. Why the hell did you hit me last night? No wait...and WHAT the hell happened with SP. You can see the tape. He had the tights, the ropes, and a low blow, and you didn't see any of that?

 

ZacK: ...

 

BPP: Those things don't just happen. Like 'Flow said, I would've laid down right there for you. Except, I don't believe 'Flow would have. I would. You know that.

 

Zack: I'm sorry

 

BPP: Don't let it happen again, you've got to be focused. For all your charm and good gifts, its all for naught when you lose focus. Because Zack, when you lose focus, you lose your friends. Remember that Zack...

 

Zack: ...

 

BPP: Now get focused. We're getting you your title shot back after we win WarGames.

 

::BPP leaves the room, Alison comes back in.

 

Ali: What was that..he sounded mad...

 

Zack: Just a pep talk. I gotta run, you take care.

 

With that, a shaken Zack leaves.

 

Meanwhile...

 

*The lights in the arena go out and on the screen CWM's head appears, shaded by the shadows of the night*

 

 

CWM: Last week, I helped Sandman beat Big Poppa Popick. Thus becoming a co-tag team champion. But that's not the reason I helped Sandman, there's only one belt I care about. I didn't help Sandman because we're both part of the aWo either.

 

I helped Sandman because I want to teach Popick and all the other members of the OAOAST about...pain. I've felt pain all my life, from the time my parents abandoned me until now. The only time I was happy was when I was the OAOAST Champion and I gave that up for my "Friend" Anglesault. So now I'm going to share my pain.

 

It started with Popick, but it won't end with him. He's only the first. Everytime I see a body lying in a pool of blood convulsing I get stronger, more focused. Tonight I'm going to show The Masked Mystery Eskimo and Jingus the meaning of pain.

 

*CWM Grabs the camera and tears off his shirt revealing hideous scars all over his chest*

 

CWM: When I'm done they'll wish they looked this bad...

 

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[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

World Tag Team Championship: Sandman/Cobainwasmurdered Vs. MaskedMysteryEskimo/Jingus

 

 

“Ice Ice Baby” echos through the arena as Masked Mystery Eskimo enters the ring. “Verdei’s Requim” hits and Jingus joins his partner in the ring and await the arrival of the Champs.

 

“White America” hits and Sandman stalks down to ringside with his Tag Belt strapped around his waist. “Smells Like Teen Spirit” starts up and the fans Stand up and rain boo’s down on the ring…but where’s Cobainwasmurdered? CWM hasn’t come out yet… All of a sudden CWM jumps into the ring behind Jingus/MME with a kendo stick! CWM wastes no time and nails MME in the back of the knee with the kendo stick shattering it! Sandman slides into the ring and throws himself at Jingus who catches him and hits a fallaway slam. The match is underway!

 

The Ref forces Sandman and Jingus to their corners while CWM peppers MME’s injured leg with kicks. CWM pulls Eskimo over towards his corner and goes for a figure four but MME uses his good leg to push CWM off but as CWM is falling he tags Sandman who jumps in and grabs Eskimo before he can tag in the Monster Jingus. Sandman grabs the leg and starts wrenching on it with a vengeance. Sandman picks Eskimo up and tries to whip him into the ropes but the knee gives out and Eskimo goes down in a heap. Sandman goes to pick him up but Eskimo rolls him up 1…2...NO!

 

Eskimo seems to have a second wind and starts hammering Sandman with so many rights he’s begging for a left. Eskimo goes for a PENGUIN KICK but Sandman shakes the cobwebs off long enough to block it and hit a DragonScrew Legwhip. Both man are down!

 

Eskimo starts crawling towards Jingus while Sandman is still collecting himself. CWM rushes in distracting the referee. Jingus tags in and goes after Sandman but the ref didn’t see the tag! The ref forces Jingus out as CWM and Sandman switch places. CWM locks on a Figure Four as Eskimo screams in pain. Eskimo desperately tries to reverse it but CWM doggedly keeps him flat on his back. Eskimo Uses the last bit of his strength to grab the bottom rope forcing CWM to break the hold. CWM picks him up and signals for a POLLYCUTTER but Eskimo slips behind him and hits a desperation KILLER WHALE PLEX!! Both men are down!

 

The ref starts the 10 count and when he reaches 8 Eskimo lurches to his knees and dives into his corner tagging Jingus in! FREAK A FIRE! Sandman rushes in and Jingus hits a big boot and he goes down. CWM hits Jingus from

behind but he no sells and grabs him by the throat tossing him out of the ring, CWM hits the ref on the way out knocking him unconscious!

 

Jingus starts to close in on Sandman when ANGLESAULT dashes into the ring with a chair laying him out! Eskimo tackles Sault to the ground as CWM jumps into the ring with a Tag Belt. When Eskimo turns around CWM NAILS him with the belt knicking him out and opening a huge cut on his head.

 

CWM wakes the ref up and puts Eskimo in the INSECTICIDE LOCK. The Ref calls for the bell.

 

Winners and Still Champs: Sandman/CWM

 

After Anglesault and Sandman tie Jingus up in the ropes. CWM/Sandman then hit a SPIKE PILEDRIVER on Eskimo, who's blood is all over the ting at this point. Sandman and Anglesault start to leave but CWM isn't done. He picks up a steel chair and continues to abuse the injured leg of Eskimo. Anglesault comes back and tries to get him to stop but CWM pushes him off and then PILLMANIZIES the leg!

 

CWM stalks off with his belt and body smeared in Eskimo's blood and witha smile on his face.

 

JR: That's it for tonight?

 

JESSE: Dammit, why didn't I get that drink?

 

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[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

A camera shows the signs left at the arena after this crazy night. In the dark, a lone street preacher walks along the road..holding a sign proclaiming the rebirth and resurrection.

 

Preacher: Lo, the trinity of love saves thee. Embrace the light of our Savior and separate us from the sinners of this world. Beware the false trinity, the woman of Babylon, the devil's scourge, and the beast itself. Love your father, love the son, and love the spirit, and all shall dwell well in your house.

 

He walks off, ranting out of sight. As the camera follows, a sobbing man next to a custom limo is seen. Then, as silently as can be, the cameraman turns away. His last image...that of a smiling man, his face hidden, but the smile is sickening...

 

END SHOW

 

Credits...

 

Blah...Props to me, Sandman, Evenflow, Greenmist, Jailbait, Zack, Dandy, SpiderPoet, Tony, and CWM for your help.