OAOAST IntenseZone - 2/24/03

[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

<<Intro>>

 

"The End is Here" plays over the final moments of Wargames last night...

 

AngleSault throws BPP out of the ring and poses on the turnbuckle...Zack reverses AP's Ankle-Lock...into a Frost-Bite FaceLock!!! The crowd pops, and AS thinks its for himself...

 

JR: TAP YOU SONOFABITCH!!!

 

The roar builds to a cresendo...AP tries to flip out...but Zack locks it back in...this time with a deathlock to boot...AP Taps Out!

 

::Winner, in 25:34, Zack Malibu representing Team OaOasT!::

 

Fireworks galore explode around the cage...AngleSault walks out cheering, oblivious to what has happened

 

JR: AS thinks he's won

JESSE: That'll be one rude awakening.

 

Zack Malibu walks out, slapping fans and yelling...leading to Allison coming out to a big hug for Zackie...Evenflow walks by and stares...points at Zack and mouthing "Big Mistake" Zack doesn't have a clue whats going on, and EF is taken away by officials...

 

JR: That's it for the show tonight...The OaOasT Has finally won...the aWo is no more.

JESSE: Hey JR...something's wrong

JR: Everything's right with the world!

JESSE: No...where's Sandman...or BPP?

 

 

 

A camera crew follows an SUV as it pulls into the underground parking lot. A very sullen Big Poppa Popick exits the vehicle, and Michael Cole pounces immediately.

 

Cole: BPP! One Second please, what happened last night...Are you okay?

 

BPP: ...

 

The door to the arena slams in Cole's face, and the question is unanswered.

[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

Opening Promo: Hot Lady in a Red dress...follow the rabbit

 

-The commercials fade to a woman in what seems to be a locker-room. She is sitting on a desk, and appears to be talking into a headset. She looks radiant, as most Hollywood blondes do. She looks to be in her late teens...probably 18 or so. She is dressed like a seductive secretary.

She slowly runs her hands through her hair as she sighs-

 

Woman: "No...I don't know who you're trying to book, but he will not do a show for you

people...No...once again, he is not interested...look, hire some people with talent, then we'll talk, ok? Bye."

 

-The woman pushes a button on the phone as she slowly takes off the headset-

 

Woman: "Jesus Christ, these people..."

 

-Just as she says that, a man opens the door and walks in. He appears to be a temp-

 

Temp: "Is he here yet?"

 

Woman: "No...he hasn't even got on the plane yet, probably..."

 

Temp: "Well...when is he going to get here?"

 

-The woman sighs as she stands up from the desk, slightly aggravated. She gently massages her temples-

 

Woman: "Most likely after his plane lands...any more stupid questions?"

 

Temp: "...No...just...tell someone when his plane lands, all right?"

 

Woman: "Will do...you can show yourself out, right?"

 

-the temp nods and looks back at the door...he seems nervous-

 

Temp: "....say...uh....what did you say your name was?"

 

Woman: "I didn't...and it's Josie...."

 

-the temp smiles, now looking more relaxed-

 

Temp: "Ooohhh...my name's David..."

 

Josie: "...good for you?"

 

-David now looks nervous again, he slowly looks back and forth, then stares at Josie-

 

David: "Umm...if...uh...you're not busy or anything later...I was wondering if...I dunno....maybe you'd like to get together...some...time?....Maybe?"

 

-Josie smiles slightly as she walks towards David-

 

Josie: "Get together?"

 

David: "Yeah...for like...I dunno...coffee?"

 

-Josie smiles wide as she stands face to face with David, who's smile suddenly turns to a

surprised and pain-filled gape as Josie makes a quick motion with her hand. Her voice goes to a whisper as she moves in closer-

 

Josie: "He's going to be pissed off at you for coming on to me like that...he's the...jealous...type, you know? But since you're sooooo nice...I'll be sure to tell you first, when he arrives...ok?"

 

-David nods as Josie lets her grip loosen. David quickly covers up and makes his way towards the door-

 

Josie: "But for now, I have work to do..."

 

-She slowly puts on her glasses and picks up a clipboard as she walks off camera. The camera follows until it reaches a shirt draped over a chair. The shirt reads "K MONEY". The screen fades to black-

[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

Opening Match: Evil Dreams of Wicked Wiles

 

(Reject enters warily onto the Think Tank set…ZsasZ is waiting.)

 

Z: "I admit you did have me a bit fooled. But I had a contingency plan. Two actually. I spoke to Anglesault. (A look of horror crosses Reject's face.) That's right, the man who still has all the power. He’s used his abilities to help me, if I help him.!) and he seems to think the situation was unfair. So at Angle-Mania I challenge Reject again for the X-Title, and guess what? I get to pick the stipulation!"

 

(BPP enters the set...scowling)

 

R: "And I'll beat you again, newbie!"

 

Z: "We'll see. By the way... BPP because of WarGames you're pretty messed up aren't you?"

 

B: (Realizes something is wrong.) "What do you mean."

 

Z: "Nothing. By the way... are you up on your Roman History?"

 

B: "Not really."

 

Z: "That's a shame, because you'd get a kick out of what I've got in store."

 

(Suddenly, from out of nowhere, Kotz and Los Infernales storms in with kendo sticks and lays a monster beatdown on BPP and Reject.)

 

Z: "And Ceasar did fall. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Good luck in your match…isn’t it next?

 

“Hate Me Now” blares with both Reject and BPP walking down to the ring, the former teammates of the deadly alliance now united by a common problems with the new X division talent. Both are limping.

 

“The Devil is a DJ” plays with Zorin and KotzenJunge, Boogie Knights 2K3, DANCE~! Down to the ring with the disapproval of the OaOasT fans.

 

Fans:Booooo!

 

The pair enter the ring, and the bell rings!

 

BPP & Reject vs. Boogie Knights 2K3

One Fall

 

Reject starts off against KotzenJunge. They circle as the crowd leaps into a “Raves are Ghey” chant. It doesn’t faze the Brit much, but Reject plays to the crowd…They lockup, into a hiplock from Kotz to Reject…Applying torque and some leverage, Reject pops around, pulling Kotz into a headlock…Kotz with a few elbows to the gut, pushing Reject off, but who holds on to hit an inverse Irish Whip Back Elbow and sends Kotz to the ground. Reject Tags BPP!

 

BPP enters and slaps on an armbar to Reject, holding until Reject hits the ropes. BPP lets go and swings to under the ring…pulling out a bottle of Tequila! BPP chugs it down, spits, and poses ringside, but Kotz flips BPP back in… twisting Moonsault Legdrop… Both men tag out!

 

Zorin and Reject met head on, Reject ducking, Zorin ducking, and Zorin scores with a leg sweep…Code Red~! Gets a two, broken up by BPP, who is the tackled outside by Kotz…

 

Reject is whipped into the corner by Zorin, but Reject gets his legs up to block the shot…DIAMOND DUST!

 

Outside…BPP whips Kotz into the steel steps, then throws Reject a chair…Distracting the ref…BPP allows Reject to plant the chair on Zorin…and all the way from the other side…PITCH BLACK! Reject throws the chair out, BPP throws Kotz in…there’s the elementary cover…1…2…3!

Winners: Reject/BPP in 5:15, via PITCH BLACK

 

BPP: Leave Reject. Now…

 

Reject leaves with BPP holding a steel chair and a microphone.

 

BPP: Sandman, you want to play mind games…you want to unleash something in me? You sick FUCK! ::BAM! Unprotected Chairshot to Kotz. You think you can manipulate me, put fear in me? ::Zorin stands up…bloodied…BAM~! Chairshot sends Zorin down::

 

BPP: Damn you to hell Sandman! Next week, outside, parking lot…lights out…YOU and ME…got it? The Lord looks upon me with favor (aside:Genesis 4:4 is the reference)

Have mercy on your soul…

 

BPP leaves the Boogie Knights 2K3 Battered, Bloody, and Beaten.

 

JR: Fans, I think he’s lost it

JESSE: He never had it…Tony did!

JR: Something’s on his mind…he’s acting

JESSE: Evil

[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

Interview Segment: Pissed-Off PowerhoSS

 

(Anglesault is standing in the ring, absolutely fuming, with carnage all around him. He grabs a mic, and the fans immediately start the booing.)

 

Anglesault: JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU USELESS PIECES OF GOD DAMNED BRAIN WASHED FUCKING SHEEP. I HAVE SOMETHING I HAVE TO GET OFF MY FUCKING CHEST!

 

(The fans are a little taken aback, as AS at his worst is at least a little jovial)

 

Anglesault: I am in NO FUCKING MOOD for any of you cocksuckers tonight. I've had all my hard work, all my dreams, everything I've worked for, EVERYTHING I'VE BUILT HERE destroyed in ONE NIGHT. The aWo, MY aWo, is GONE.

 

(The fans begin to cheer loudly)

 

Anglesault: SHUT THE FUCK UP! MY aWo. my baby. It's gone. And it's not coming back. AND THAT'S YOUR MOTHERFUCKING FAULT, AGNES, YOU STUPID PIECE OF HORSESHIT! I did everything for you! I bring you into this company, I get your foot in the door, I make a name for you, I bring you into the aWo. And how do you repay me? HOW DAMNIT? HOW? HOW? ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS HOLD YOUR OWN IT THAT MATCH. THAT'S IT. AND WHAT DO YOU DO? Why, you did what you are best at. FAIL. You FAILED. YOU YOU YOU!

 

(Anglesault is now pacing back in forth in the ring, slamming his sledgehammer at random intervals, and generally scaring the bejesus out of the fans.)

 

Anglesault: You, you ruined it all. It's all your fault. You and that stupid son of a bitch Zack. That motherfucking piece of prep trash. You want MY FUCKING belt, Zack? You want it God Damnit? Well, you're going to have to fucking kill me and pry it out of my cold dead hands just to get your worthless dirty hands on MY child. This belt is MY BABY ZACK. You KILLED My other baby, and now I'm ready to pay you back. The Devil is ready to collect on all your debts, Zack. And just so you know, mine will be the last face you see before I take you straight to fucking Hell, Zack. Are you willing to fight to the depths of Hell for what you hold dear, Zack? Because I fucking am. Oh, yes. Hell has never been hotter.

 

(AS drops the mic and starts to walk to the back when a teendaged fans wearing a Zack Malibu mask starts taunting him. AS turns around, sees the mask, and snaps. He whacks the security officer reprimanding the fan with the sledge, and rips the poor kid over the guardrail. He shoves the belt in his face.)

 

Anglesault: YOU WANT THIS, ZACK? WELCOME TO FUCKING HELL!

 

(AS whips the kid into the guardrail and brings the sledge down into the kid's ribs. He picks him up and smashes the masked face into the ground multiple times before whipping him into the steps, knocking the top off. All the while, he's screaming "How do you like it, Zack?" he picks the kid up and DDTs him on the bottom step. He picks the top step up and brings it crashing down on his knee, sandwiching him there before applying the Screams of No Reply.)

 

Anglesault: Come on you son of a bitch, TAP GOD DAMNIT. IT'S OVER ZACK! I'M ENDING IT!

 

(AS looks up the top rope, and gets an insane look in his eyes. He climbs the top with the sledge, and leaps off, bringing the hammer down into his head. The mask falls off. AS finally starts to walk off, screaming "I'll take you straight to hell!" the fans are shocked as EMTs rush out.)

 

Immediately following AS's rampage!

 

“White America,” just without the “a.W.o.” at the beginning, hits as Sandman9000 makes his way out onto the stage to a chorus of boos. Sandman, however, has both of the OAOAST Tag Team Championship belts. He has one around his waist, but has a strap of the second belt down the front of his pants, so that the face plate of the belt is hanging in front of his crotch. Sandman is slowly walking down to the ring, the effects of last nights events still taking their toll on him. He enters the ring and takes the mic.

 

“Well, I hope you assholes are happy now. The best thing going in this business today, and the idiots back in that locker room just had to go and ruin it.” Sandman pauses as the crowd boos. “Well, I still have some bad news for you. I may not be red, white, and blue anymore, but I’ve still got gold.” Sandman crotch chops his belts while the crowd continues to boo. “And just because my partner got run out of his federation by those shitheads in the back, that doesn’t mean that I’m going to give up what I busted my ass for over a year to earn. I got TWO BELTS~! now, and I ain’t gonna give up either one!” Sandman stops to walk around the ring, basking in the glory of himself, as the crowd issues another chorus of jeers.

 

“So, let me say this. AngleMaina TWO~! is around the corner, and everyone wants to know what the hell is going to happen to Sandman, and what the hell is going to happen to these belts that I alone possess. Well, the answer is quite simple. I’m not going to defend them.” Sandman stops as the crowd appears to be quite hostile at his announcement. “You see, yes, if you are in possession of a belt, you have to defend it every thirty days. However, I figure that since I got both of these here belts, I should only have to defend them once every SIXTY days!” Sandman stops to gloat, as the crowd once again voices their displeasure. “Therefore, at AngleMania 2, there will be, NO OAOAST Tag Team Championship match! And the only ones you have to blame are those assholes in the back who broke up the aWo, and you assholes out there who boo me, and jeer me, and hate me. Because my actions here, are a big FUCK YOU right back at you.”

 

Sandman drops the mic and does some kind of weird handsignal over his head, before exiting out of the ring. Sandman walks backwards up the ramp, holding both belts high over his head. What in the world will happen to them? Is there really NO OAOAST Tag Team Championship match at AngleMania 2?

[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

Middle-Show Sheneganins: Old Man and the Pure Sea, oh the horror

 

 

Tag Team Match

Miracle Weirdness Connection vs. Los Infernales

::The MWC is already in the ring as we come back to action. "SHORT STORIES WITH TRAGIC ENDINGS" begins and SP wastes no time, coming down the ramp at a fast pace. He makes no effort to wait for El Dandy and is on the ring apron as "Hells Bells" comes over the speakers. Dandy, too, is down to the ring with little wait. The two talk briefly as the lights come up and we decide that it's Dandy to start off, with JINGUS::

 

Jingus and Dandy lock up, and Jingus takes control quickly, shooting Dandy off into the ropes. Dandy takes a clothesline from the big man and is back up quickly, but Jingus answers immediately with another clothesline. Dandy is back up, ducks another clothesline, and hits a quick boot to the stomach before delivering a DDT to Jingus. Not wasting time, Dandy sprints over and clocks Eskimo one good time before turning back to JINGUS, who is already getting back to his feet.

 

Dandy runs and hits a quick SHINING WIZARD to keep Jingus stunned, and hits a quick tag to Poet, who clearly wasn't prepared for it. The two look at each other and Dandy offers a cocky smile and extends a hand towards Jingus in a, "There you go," gesture. SP hesitates before climbing to the top rope as Jingus gets to his feet. SP leaps and delivers a quick dropkick, which merely causes Jingus to stumble backwards. SP is on it, though, and comes back up with a tackle attempt. But Jingus holds firm and wraps his arms around SP's waist and hoists him up into a powerbomb setup. Dandy is in and hits a dropkick to the back of Jingus's knee, providing a means of escape for Poet, who gets his legs free and swings it around into a tornado DDT of sorts. SP looks at Dandy and smacks him on the shoulder for another tag. While SP and Dandy spend a moment or two staring at each other, Jingus tags in Eskimo.

 

Eskimo is over to the opposing corner in a flash, knocking SP over the ropes and dragging Dandy in. Two quick rights to Dandy and Eskimo shoots him into the ropes. On the return, Eskimo is ON FIRE with a quick BELLY TO BELLY and a cover for 2. Dandy gets his shoulder up and Eskimo pulls him to his feet. Dandy fights his way out and goes for a clothesline but Eskimo dodges and catches the arm -- FROSTBITE FACELOCK! SP on the outside doesn't try to make the save though. Instead, as Dandy reaches out to him, SP SPITS at him and drops down off the apron and starts heading back up the ramp!

 

Dandy fights valiantly and almost works his way to the ropes, but Eskimo lets go and puts the boots to him hard. He pulls Dandy to his feet and pulls him over to make a tag to Jingus, who comes in and boots Dandy in the stomach. DEVILBOMB! Tag to Eskimo again, and he drops down and locks in ANOTHER FROSTBITE FACELOCK! Dandy holds on for a minute but can't keep going after the Devilbomb. He taps.

 

WINNERS: Miracle Wierdness Connection at 3:14 by Submission

 

At the top of the ramp, SP shakes his head in disgust and walks back behind the curtain

 

 

The cameras cut backstage as a limo pulls up. The door opens...it's Tony "The Body," sporting a bandage on his head, due to his involvement in War Games, last night.

 

JR

Tony "The Body" has arrived at the arena.

 

JESSE

You don't say.

 

JR

What a tough night he had, last night. Getting into a mini-fight, if you will, with Superstar.

 

Out of nowhere, somebody nails Tony over the head with a trash can. It's...the Superstar.

 

JR

What the hell~! The Superstar, out of nowhere has attacked Tony...with a trash can of all things.

 

The Superstar bashes the trash can over the head of Tony, until the can is smashed up. SS picks him up and smashes his head into the side-door of the limo. SS continues his assualt by kicking a wounded Tony. OAOAST officials rush to remove SS away from Tony.

 

SUPERSTAR

You bastard! You tried to hog my glory, last night. Tonight, is a so-called "new era." Well, guess what, you egoistical son of a bitch! No longer will the Superstar be the subject of jokes. No longer will the Superstar be helddown because guys like you can't stand the fact I'm younger, smarter, and have more charisma than any of the other so-called "superstars" this company has. Tonight, a star...no, no. Tonight, a SUPERSTAR is born. You will be the first victim on my quest to become the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion.

 

CUT TO: BACKSTAGE - INTERVIEW AREA

 

Michael Cole is standing by the Purist and his manager Jim Cornette.

 

MICHAEL COLE

I can't believe what we just witnessed with the Superstar attcking Tony...

 

JIM CORNETTE

Would you shut up, you missing Backstreet Boy member. As far as I'm concerned, that Jesse Ventura wannabe got what he had coming. But I'm here to talk about more important things. Last night, the Purist issued an open challenge to any idiot in the OAOAST who has the boys to step up and face the greatest wrestler since "Nature Boy" Ric Flair---I'm talking about the Purist. Not one...not one person has stepped up yet. I know you guys are scared of getting your BUTT kicked, but my man needs competition on his quest for the OAOAST Championship. So here's what I'm gonna do. See this contract? (Cornette holds up contract) This is an official OAOAST contract the Purist has signed for AngleMania II. All it needs is somebody else to sign it. I'm going to put it right here on the wall, first guy to sign it, signs his death certificate.

 

MICHAEL COLE

There you have it. Jim Cornette has placed the contact on the wall, first person to sign will meet the Purist at AngleMania II which is Sunday, March 30th.

 

Wait a minute, I understand something is going on. Jim, back to you.

 

CUT TO: RINGSIDE AREA

 

Through the crowd, Vince Russo heads to the ring.

 

J.R.

What's this guy doing here? He's only supposed to work the AngleMania II telecast from San Antonio, Texas.

 

RUSSO

You 15-year-old "experts" know who I am. For those who don't, my name is Vince Russo. The anti-Christ of Pro Wrestling and the leader of S.E.X...Sports Entertainment X-treme. Don't try to be cute, it's S.E.X. not S.E.E.

 

CROWD (chanting)

Russo sucks! Russo sucks! Russo sucks!

 

RUSSO

Yeah. I suck so bad I turned around WWE---what a Goddamn stupid name that is. I would of done the same to WCW, had it not been for the "good ol' boy network."

 

Last night, I'm sitting at home watching Zero Hour and what do I see? I see that hornyacker Jim Cornette calling me a punk and being one of the reasons why wrestling is in the state that it's in, and that euro, or whatever he called the Japanese form of wrestling should be promoted more in the States. Then that cheese-loving asshole has the ovaries to say he'll beat my ass if he happens to land a spot on the San Antonio card for AngleMania. What a load of shit! Not only am I getting stuck in a redneck state, but I'll have to deal with banana boy himself.

 

CROWD (chanting)

Russo sucks! Russo sucks! Russo sucks!

 

RUSSO

Screw you wannabe's. I create Rock, Austin, McMahon, Goldust, Undertaker, EvenflowDDT, Tony "The Body," Hot NewzWIRE~!, the OAOAST and America 2.

 

You know what? I'm going to start my own stable. Puro Is Stinkin' Shit, otherwise known as P.I.S.S. Guys who can't get a break in the OAOAST, or guys who wanna join a powerhouse... join P.I.S.S. I'll pay your airfare, but most importanly... I'll get you laid twice a day.

 

Let me tell you what I'm going to do next week. I'm going to go to Japan. And you know what I'm going to do in Japan? I'm gonna get some of the top Puro stars in the business to come to America and face Vince Russo in this ring. And I might even bring a Geisha Girl to the S.E.X. loving people of the OAOAST. I hope The Purist and Mr. '80s will be watching, because I'm going to P.I.S.S. on this business.

 

JESSE

Wow.

 

JR

We're back after this commerical.

 

Tag Team Match

The Dream Machines vs. The Originals

 

California Love starts and the lights go out. There are gold and red strobe lights and a single spotlight follows the trio of men on the ramp as Peter Knight leads his partners down the aisle to some boos.

 

Ring Announcer: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by their head of security, Peter Knight, weighing in at a total combined weight of 425lbs, L.A. Parka and Shattered Dreams, the Dream Machines!

 

JR: “Now what does a tag team need a ‘Head of Security’ for?”

Jesse: “You can never be too safe these days, JR. You never know what some fans will do for the ability to touch these guys. You could probably use one yourself when you go into Texas and shoot your mouth off about the Sooners.”

JR: *glares* “Well, all I know is that these three aren’t very happy at their match being cancelled last week and having to fight each other in the Newbie Battle Royal on the Road to Anglemania last week. They seem to believe management has it out for them.”

Jesse: “Did they not like your barbeque sauce or something?”

 

All three enter the ring and Parka and SD climb the turnbuckles to play to the crowd while Knight stands in the middle of the ring with sunglasses on and arms crossed. Their music fades and Puppet starts while the lights switch to yellow. Rando and Shocker rise up through the stage and head down the aisle to cheers.

 

RA: Their opponents, at a total combined weight of 450lbs, The Shocker and the Amazing Rando, the Originals!

 

Jesse: “The Original what? The original pantywaists? The original goofy white guys?

 

Rando removes his lab coat and tosses it into the crowd. They slide into the ring and pose for the fans. Both teams discuss strategy as the ref tells Knight to keep his nose out of things. Parka and Rando go to the apron and the ref rings the bell to start the match.

 

JR: “Here we go, four of the OaOast’s new young stars ready to get it on here.”

 

SD and Shocker lock up and SD gets a headlock, but Shocker whips him into the ropes and drops to the mat then takes SD down with a hiptoss. They lock up again and Shocker gets backed into the corner. SD delivers some shots and goes for a whip, but Shocker reverses and sends SD into it instead and follows up with a clothesline. Shocker delivers some STINGING chops and rams SD’s head into Rando’s boot. He tags in.

 

JR: Now what's with this?

 

Josie appears on the stage, taking notes...looking at both teams with interest...

 

JR: “Anyways, now here comes the Amazing Rando, one of the most promising of the newcomers here. This kid looks like he has it all, Jesse.”

Jesse: “Amazing? More like “Moderately Adequate” to me.”

 

Rando quickly goes up and nails him with a kick, then gives him a standing moonsault for 2. SD reverses a whip, but Rando just springboards off the ropes and drives SD’s head into the mat with a hurricanrana.

 

JR: “Oh, what a fantastic display of awareness there.”

Jesse: “Ok, now he’s ‘Somewhat Decent’.”

 

SD tags in Parka and he trades armdrags with Rando. Parka ducks a clothesline and drives Rando down with a half nelson suplex. He drops a fist, then measures him and drops another, like Ted Dibiase used to do. Parka chokes Rando in the ropes and the ref pulls him off, allowing Knight to give Rando a right hand.

 

JR: “See? Some ‘Head of Security’ this guy is.”

Jesse: “Maybe Rando owes him money.”

 

Parka picks him up and hits a brainbuster and jumps high into the air, dropping his leg onto Rando’s throat. He covers for 2 as Shocker claps to get the crowd behind his partner. Rando tries to come back and takes him down with a headscissors. He snapmares him and bonuces off the ropes, connecting with an enziguri right in the back of the head.

 

JR: “Commercial Sign!! That may be it right there.”

 

Rando covers, but SD breaks up the pin, drawing Shocker in. Josie begins walking ringside... The Originals work over the Machines and take them down. They point at each other then go off the ropes and hit running enziguris on both, the CRACK of foot hitting skull reverberating through the arena. SD rolls out and Shocker follows, only to have Knight stand over his boss and look coldly at him.

 

Jesse: “That’s what these guys are paying him for. I wonder what his rates are. I could use him for when you start getting on my case.

 

Back in the ring, Parka charges towards Rando, but gets dropped onto the ropes and Rando follows with a 3-2-1. One…Two….Knight puts Parka’s foot on the rope. As the ref yells at him, Rando goes for a victory roll, but SD gets a blind tag and Parka grabs his legs and SD goes up, hitting a hurricanrana off his shoulders!

 

JR: “Oh, whattamaneuver!!”

Jesse: “They call that the Dream Catcher, JR. And it may be good night for Rando.”

 

SD covers: one…two….shoulder up at 2.99999!! Rando makes the comeback, hitting a flying kick on SD and making the hot tag to Shocker! The crowd erupts as Shocker charges in, spinning around SD and hitting a release German, then doing the same to Parka as he tries to enter and giving a shot to Knight as he hops onto the apron. Rando slams SD and Shocker goes up, delivering a picturesque headbutt. He covers, but Parka breaks up the pin. Rando tags in and Shocker drops both Machines in the ropes on opposite sides. He hits a 3-2-1 on Parka again and plays to the crowd. He goes for one on SD, but Knight is there with a chair and - THWACK – hits him in the head, the ref blind to this since he was dealing with the illegal men. He drags Rando out and hits a Knightmare on the floor. He slides him back in and SD tags Parka. SD picks Rando up in a powerbomb, but Parka grabs his neck and they drive him to the mat! They call it The Deep Sleep.

 

Jesse: “He don’t look too ‘Amazing’ anymore JR with his neck hanging by a thread after a move like that.”

 

Parka covers: one….two….three. Shocker didn’t realize what happened until it was too late and can’t make the save.

 

RA: “Here are your winners, the Dreeeeam Machiiiines!!”

 

Knight raises his employer’s hands and leads them back up the aisle as Shocker checks on Rando. They pass by Josie, who nods approvingly... and then leaves shortly thereafter

 

JR: "These three have definitely made an impact in their debut match here in the OaOast."

[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

Second Hour Opening Match: Heroic Fatality in the Inferno

 

We join backin from commercial with the combatants of the Fatal Fourway already in the ring.

 

Fatal Fourway Matchup

Thunderkid vs. Jailbait vs. Andrew vs. Brockk

The bell rings, and Jailbait immediately drops on his back! He seems to be encouraging the other 3 to pin him!

 

Andrew, always the oppertunist, quickly covers Jailbait. The ref counts

 

1

 

2

 

3!

 

Jailbait has been eliminated! As Andrew gets up to celebrate, he is knocked out of his boots by a BIG Brock clothesline! He stumbles back up to his feet, only to be tossed halfway across the ring with an overhead belly to belly suplex.

 

TK quickly attacks Ausstin with a bevy of chops, which are no sold by his gigantic hoss. TK is whipped into the ropes, where Brock hits a MAIN EVENT SPINEBUSTER~! Brock begins to put the boots to TK, as Andrew suddenly ducks under the ring.

 

Back in the ring, TK is being absolutely manhandled by Brock. After being suplexed numerous times, Brock puts him in a bearhug. The pain is excruciating, and TK is quite near to passing out, when suddenly Brock gets a confused look on his face. He breaks the hold, and begins to sniff the air..soon we see why. Andrew has returned from under the ring, and is holding a plate of fresh baked cookies! As Brock approaches, Andrew starts tossing him the freshly baked treats. Soon, Brock has eaten all the cookies, and his standing in the centre of the ring, doing his Happy Dance.

 

The air is suddenly filled with a THWACK! as Andrew dents the cookie tray over Brock's head! Brock stumbles towards a now recovered ThunderKid, who kicks Brock in the gut, and hits a Thunderbolt DDT! TK covers the dazed Hoss as the ref counts..

 

1..

2..

3!!

 

Brock has been eliminated by ThunderKid! TK has no time to waste though, as he is attacked by Andrew. Andrew whips him into the ropes and attempts a clothesline, but misses, and TK rebounds off the opposite ropes, and hits a spear on Hyland. Hyland gets back up, and is sent back down with yet another spear!

 

Hyland is now on the defensive, and begins to beg off while backing into a corner. As soon as TK gets close enough, however, Andrew pokes him in the eye! Andrew goes behind TK, grabs him by the waist, and hits a release German suplex, which deposits TK right on his head! Andrew picks up TK, and hits another release German, and then another! TK is lying in a heap near the centre of the ring.

 

Andrew picks TK halway up, and begins to taunt TK, slapping him. Soon, those slaps are met with punches to the stomach, as TK is now in a position to reclaim control of the match. Whip to the ropes, and Andrew is back body dropped. Andrew gets up and is HIPTOSSED~! by TK, who is now in the drivers seat.

 

Andrew gets up, and is promptly met with a boot to the stomach. TK goes to lift Andrew up for the Orange Crush, but Andrew's left foot catches the ref under the jaw, knocking him out. TK completes the move, but there's no one to count the pin. As TK goes to wake up the ref, Andrew again slides out of the ring.

 

TK finishes waking up the ref, and Andrew slides back into the ring, armed with the OaOast North American title! Andrew swings at TK, but misses. TK kicks Andrew in the gut for the second time, and once again goes for the Orange Crush. This time, however, it's stopped short, as Andrew lowblows TK. Andrew picks up the NA Title, and cracks TK with it. Andrew throws the title out of the ring, and TK is out! Andrew picks up the unconscious TK, and hits the Hero Driver! The ref is now fully awake, and counts..

 

1

 

2

 

3!!

 

Andrew 'Your Hero' Hyland has just beat the North American champion

 

Winner: Andrew 'Your Hero' Hyland @ 15:01

 

Meanwhile, in the locker-room...

 

(A dejected DANDY~! sits in the locker room putting his gear away, and then puts on his 50 DOLLAR SHIRT~! as Spidey walks in and sees him...)

 

SP: You are pathetic you know that?

 

(Dandy just looks up and stares, then goes back to packing his bag)

 

SP: You go out there and help me out, but then right after you do, you cost us the match because you can’t look out for yourself. If you wanna go win tag team gold, you’re gonna have to want it as much as I do! You got me???

 

(Dandy just looks up at him, gets up and walks towards the door. SP grabs his arm and turns him around.)

 

SP: What the hell is wrong with you? Don’t you ever talk?

 

(Dandy hears the crowd cheering as he gets right in his face. Dandy then just scowls as he says to his face...)

 

Dandy: Only...when...I want to.

 

(Dandy then spits on his face and leaves, just like he did earlier in the night as Spider wipes it off his face.)

 

JR: DANDY SPEAKS! MY GAWD DANDY SPEAKS!

Ventura: JR, don’t have an orgasm. He just didn’t have anything to talk about...now he does.

[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

Main Event Match #1: I have a dream

 

 

First Title Contention Tournament Match

Zack Malibu vs. SpiderPoet

 

The soft, opening guitar strains of "Short Stories With Tragic Endings" begins playing, eventually evolving into a stronger beat. Through the strobe lights, the figure known throughout the wrestling world as SpiderPoet makes his appearance. SP walks down the aisle, a stern, yet focused look on his face, as he hops on the apron and enters the ring.

 

SP takes off his trenchcoat, just as his song is fading out. Close up on the Angle-Tron, as the entrance video for Zack Malibu comes on, playing to the sounds of "Die Another Day". The crowd goes wild as expected, for last night this P.O.P. was a member of the winning team at WarGames!

 

Zack slides under the bottom rope, and springs to his feet, waving his arms to work the crowd up as his music slowly fades. SpiderPoet stands in the corner, eyeing his opponent from the background.

 

The referee calls for the bell, and the match is underway. Both men had their fair share of hell last night at Zero Hour, but will do battle tonight on IntenseZone, this time against each other.

 

Collar and elbow tieup in the center of the ring, and Poet kicks Zack in the stomach, then slaps his chest with several open hand chops. SP backs Zack into the ropes, and sends him in. Zack comes off, and leapfrogs over SP, then tries a clothesline as he stands. SP ducks, then tries one of his own, which Poet ducks. Zack catches him with a kick to the gut, and with SP keiled over, Zack falls onto his back, then throws a punch that rattles SP's jaw. As SP staggers, Zack transitions in one swift motion from laying on his back into a sweep kick, taking SP to the mat with him. Zack grabs the wrist, and pulls SP to his feet as he's got a wristlock on him. SP tries reaching for Zack with his other hand, but Zack breaks that up by hitting a roundhouse kick to the ribs. SP attempts again, but Zack hits another roundhouse kick to his ribs. Zack breaks the wristlock on his own will, and tries anothe sweep kick, but SP jumps up to block it. He slams a forearm on the back of Zack's neck as he's getting back up, and grabs him in piledriver position. Zack squirms, and counters by backdropping SP, but SP counters that into a sunset flip...

 

1...

2...

 

Zack counters the pin attempt at the last second by rolling backwards, then trying for a pin of his own!

 

1...

2...

 

SP breaks it up by hitting a hard slap to the left cheek of Zack, phasing him. SP rolls backwards and pops up to his feet, then hits a beautiful clothesline to take Zack down. SP puts the boots to him before picking him back up, then hitting a kneelift to the side of Zack's face. Zack falls to all fours, but is brought back to his feet by SP, who picks him up and hits and inverted atomic drop on The Preppy One. Not giving him any recovery time, SP grabs Zack and throws him into the corner, where he rakes his eyes on the top rope. Zack turns so that he's leaning against the turnbuckles, and gets caught with a chop from SP that echoes through the arena. Many fans let out the trademark "WHOOO" call every time you see a chop in wrestling. SP hits another chop, and more "WHOO"'s are audible. SpiderPoet pulls Zack out of the confines of the corner, then quickly hits a throat thrust, hunching Zack over. Zack gasps for air, and as he does, he walks right into SP, who lifts him up and drops him over his knee, backbreaker style. SP bounces off the ropes, as Zack lay in the center of the ring, and drops a knee across Malibu's chest. SP goes for the cover, but Zack kicks out right as the ref's hand hits the mat at 2.

 

Poet pulls Malibu up by his hair, but this time Zack knocks his hands away and come out swinging! Several punches daze SP, but Poet regains the advantage by hitting a knee to the gut, and then tossing Zack over the top rope! Zack SKINS THE CAT~! however, and comes back at SP. Poet sees him, and tries a clothesline, but Zack ducks and aims for School's Out, but SP falls to the mat and rolls to the floor. Zack goes to the ropes and looks to launch himself over with a pescado, but SP moves out of the way. Snidely showing his smarts to the fans, SP doesn't notice that Zack faked him out, and as he turns around Zack holds onto the bottom rope, but swings through the bottom and middle with a kick that sends SP stumbling back into the railing! Zack then slings himself onto the ring apron, and as Poet comes forward a little more, Zack runs on the edge of the apron and dives off with a somersault onto SpiderPoet, taking him out! The crowd pops loudly, as their favorite is back on the attack!

 

Zack grabs SP and rolls him in under the bottom rope, then ascends the turnbuckles. Malibu perches himself on the 3rd rope, waiting for SpiderPoet to get to his feet...MISSLE DROPKICK...SWATTED AWAY BY SP! POET DODGED IT! SP got out of the way just in time, and now focuses on Zack as he gets to his feet slowly...hard impact backdrop suplex! SP just drilled Zack into the mat! SP drags Zack by the arm towards the corner, and now SP heads up to the top rope. SP climbs up, facing the crowd, and leaps off...SPIDAHSAULT~! NO! ZACK GOT THE KNEES UP! SP rolls on the mat, clutching his ribs, while Zack rolls onto his stomach, panting for air.

 

Zack inches towards the ropes, and uses them to assist in getting up. He runs towards the woozy Poet...ZACK ATTACK~! SP falls to the mat, but rolls right out of the ring, again dodging a Malibu pin attempt!

 

Zack leans in the corner, still spent from the close calls that have just taken place. Poet lay on the floor outside, wiping the sweat off his brow, then rolling over and starting to push himself off the ground. He gets up on the apron, but Zack is waiting for him. SP shoulderblocks him in the ribs, and leaps over his back, pulling him over for a Sunset flip...NO, Zack counters, and grabs SP by the legs! He drags him into the ring a bit more...CATAPULT OVER THE TOP ROPE! NO! SP SKINS THE CAT, JUST AS ZACK DID EARLIER! Zack sees this, and kicks SP, then sets him up...POP DROP! NO! SP COUNTERS WITH A SMALL PACKAGE...2 COUNT ONLY!!!

 

The fans are on their feet, as both superstars charge, then take each other out with a double clothesline! Zack and SP, both gasping for air, lay on the mat for several seconds, trying to catch that second wind. SpiderPoet seems to catch it first, as he makes it to his feet before Zack Malibu can. Sensing victory, he picks Zack up and readies him for a powerbomb. SP lifts Malibu up...COUNTER! Zack slips out of SP's grip, and lands on his feet, staggering one half of Los Infernales with right hands galore! Zack grabs SP, and Irish Whips him to the ropes, and catches him with a flying forearm! SP stumbles to his feet, but Zack is right on him, grabbing his arm and whipping him into the corner. Zack charges, but SP slides out of the way, and Malibu's sternum crashes into the top turnbuckle. Zack turns around, right into a double arm DDT! SpiderPoet covers...2 3/4 count! Malibu is still in the fight!

 

Growing frustrated, SpiderPoet again climbs the ropes, setting Zack up for SpidahSault #2! SP readies himself, but takes too long, as Zack is up! Instinctively, the American Idol charges the corner, taking out SP's legs and crotching him on the top rope! Zack sets SP up in Tree of Woe position, then backs up a bit...BASEBALL SLIDE TO THE HEAD! SP is still dangling in Tree of Woe position! Zack pulls him up so that he's seated on the top again, facing out to the crowd. Zack climbs up to the middle rope, and grabs SP for a Super Backdrop...SP COUNTERS IN MIDAIR! SP LANDED ON ZACK! 1...2...NO!!! MALIBU KICKS OUT AGAIN!

 

SpiderPoet tears at his hair, aggrivated at Malibu's refusal to stay down. He picks him up and headbutts him right in the forehead, giving Zack even more of a headache. He grabs Zack in a front facelock, and lifts him up suplex style, but Zack slips out, and lands behind SP! Malibu hooks a waistlock, and forces SP towards the ropes, going for a reverse rollup, but SP hangs on! Malibu releases, and rolls over backwards, popping up to his feet just in time to see SP try a superkick...BLOCKED! Malibu spins SP around...SCHOOL'S OUT! Zack hooks the leg! 1...2...SPIDERPOET GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!

 

Now Zack is the frustrated one, as SP was able to escape one of his patented finishers! Malibu grabs SpiderPoet off the mat, but is met with a lowblow! SpiderPoet whips Zack to the corner...REVERSAL...SPIDERPOET CRASHES INTO THE CORNER! SP comes staggering forward...SCHOOL'S OUT! Malibu hooks the leg...1...2...3!!!

 

Winner:Zack Malibu

 

CUT TO: BACKSTAGE - INTERVIEW AREA

 

The Purist and Jim Cornette are going to see if somebody signed the open challenge issued by the Purist.

 

MICHAEL COLE

James E. Cornette, is the contract signed?

 

CORNETTE

Haha. Look at this.

 

Jim shows the Purist the contract.

 

CORNETTE

I knew it Michael Cole. Everybody in the OAOAST is scared of the Purist. Nobody signed the open contract. That's fine. I got no problem having an off-night, or we may just go looking to start trouble.

 

MICHAEL

Anything to say about the message Vince Russo sent you?

 

CORNETTE

Message? You think I care what Russo says? Notice how he avoided me by going through the crowd. But why the hell is Vince Russo in the OAOAST?

 

MICHAEL

Why are you here?

 

CORNETTE

Why are you here?

 

MICHAEL

I asked you first.

 

CORNETTE

Are you blind or something? I'm the manager of the Purist. I got all the reason in the world to be here. You know what, forget this. Let's get out of here.

 

Jim and the Purist leave.

[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

Main Event #2: To Every Dream, there is an Nightmare in waiting

 

“Downfall” hits and the crowd boos the HELL out of cocky, egotistical, yet HIGHLY charismatic…THE SUPERSTAR after his brutal attack on Tony the Body earlier this evening. Superstar has his trademark cocky smirk on his face, but once he steps into the ring and grabs a mic, he looks onto the crowd in complete seriousness.

 

“’A small fish in a world of sharks. A plucky youngster who just might, one day, reach a level of greatness. A swell, happy-go-lucky babyface. THE WEAK LINK IN THE OAOAST.’ I’ve heard it all. I’ve heard every single one of you pieces of trash in the crowd, and in the back. You don’t think I’ll ever make it. You think I’m just the guy that the fans love to cheer, thinking maybe, just maybe, he won’t drop the ball this time. Well, newsflash: IT’S OVER. No longer will I be subjected to sympathetic comments, and no longer will I be subjected to being on a tier ‘just a little bit lower’ than Zack, Anglesault, Popick, and Tony. No longer. But that’s not all.

 

Not one comment. Not one email. Not one phone call. Absolutely nothing. On January 26, 2003, I put my entire fucking body on the line for you fans. Don’t remember? Let me refresh your memory. The Superstar. Anglesault. The OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship. EUTHANASIA MATCH. I was burned. I had my face torn to SHREDS by barbed wire. And THEN what happened? I was knocked 20 FUCKING FEET FROM THE TOP OF THE CELL, ALL THE WAY TO THE GROUND AND THROUGH A GLASS FLOOR. And what did I get? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Nobody called me to ask if I was alright. No one checked on me when I was barely breathing in a hospital bed. Team OAOAST always used to say they had my back. But when I put my ENTIRE FUCKING BODY ON THE LINE TO BRING THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP TO US, AND AWAY FROM THE AWO, do they support me? Of course not. The OAOAST cares nothing about how you feel or what you want. They do what THEY want. Do they listen to your ideas? Of course not.

 

At Zero Hour, I WANTED the OAOAST to lose. The OAOAST is nothing but a bloodsucking conglomerate desperate to stand alone at the top. All they cared about was vanquishing the aWo. Do they care about anyone who is actually fighting for what ‘honor’, ‘respect’, and ‘prestige’ the company has left? NO.

I had no plans of joining the aWo, regardless. I just wanted to see the OAOAST die a slow and painful death. And from the looks of things, it already is. But I’m going to catalyze the process.

 

Tony, I’ve stuck by you long enough. I’m sick of your shit, week in and week out. We whine and complain about Hulk fucking Hogan still being at the top of WWE; Tony, you’re the EXACT SAME THING. The only difference is, you’re not a HAS BEEN, you’re a NEVER WAS, desperate to cling onto whatever amount of overness he as left, to justify your card position. You haven’t wrestled half the matches I have. You haven’t taken a quarter of the bumps I have. You haven’t bled HALF of what I have. You’ve done JACK SHIT, yet you still feel the need to make yourself the focus of the OAOAST. The “crown jewel.” The legend. Tony, let me spell it out: YOU – ARE – NOTHING.

 

That’s why I’m making a proposition. AngleMania is only 34 days away. Tony, you have just over a month to prepare yourself for the biggest beating of your entire life. Tony, at AngleMania, I want you and me, one on one, inside of this ring. This won’t be for the weak at heart. I promise to take whatever spirit, whatever ounce of “give” you have inside of you, and destroy it. You will not be the same man when you walk out of AngleMania. You’re career may very well be over. And THAT, you pieces of trash, is why they call me THE SUPERSTAR.”

 

Superstar drops the mic and heads backstage to rousing heel heat. He smiles, gives them all the finger, and walks behind the curtain.

 

Backstage...

 

BPP meets Zack in the Commissioner’s room as we come back. BPP is getting his stuff together, leaving.

 

Zack: Everything okay man? You seem on edge?

 

BPP: You think?

 

Zack: You didn’t have to do what you did

 

BPP: Yes, I did. You didn’t have to do what you did

 

Zack: What?!

 

BPP: You left me to suffer…Sandman, you have any idea how hellish that was last night.

 

Zack: …

 

BPP: Congrats on winning your match…maybe you’ll get a shot at AngleSault, maybe you’ll finally win the big one. I hope you do. But if not, I want you to know one thing.

 

Zack: What?

 

BPP: At AngleMania, myself and Alfdogg will wrestle for #1 Contendership. That title is coming off of AngleSault, and if you can’t get the job done…one of us will.

 

BPP walks away

 

BPP: Don’t lose your focus Zack.

 

Second Title Contention Tournament Match

Evenflow vs. Alfdogg

 

 

"I'm Only Shooting Love" plays as evenflowDDT makes his way to the ring and the crowd erupts into laughter.

 

evenflowDDT

"People, people please, show some respect. I'd like to have a moment of silence in memory of the aWo."

 

evenflow smirks as the crowd boos.

 

evenflowDDT

"Hey, I did my part, and if any of you actually know how to operate a computer, you can see tonight's card clearly shows I'm going to do it again. I mean let's look at things objectively here; yes alfdogg beat me some time ago, but last night proved that's exactly what it's been... SOME TIME AGO. What has alfdogg done since then? Shine the World Title up real good so he could hand it to CWM? Please. Hmmmm, if memory serves me correctly, isn't ZACK the one who caused alfy boy to lose it? And what's become of him since? He appears out of nowhere just because 'Team OAOAST' needed a last-ditch job-boy to try and get a cheap advantage in WarGames? Please. Just another victim of the Zackinator. Another spotlight taken, another superstar reduced to a has-been. Lest I go off on a tangent, allow me - alfdogg, I realize you're mad because I beat you after you owned me before. But people change; some, like me, for the better, some, like you and Zack, for the worst. Maybe if you take another one for the 'team' you can go crawling on hands and knees back to Zack and he'll have pity enough to screw you again..."

 

"The Wall" blasts as an enraged alfdogg runs down the ramp, ignoring his usual entrance and wasting no time unloading a series of right hands to evenflowDDT and flooring him with a clothesline. The ref breaks it up until the bell rings to start the match as evenflow casually wipes alf's sweat off his brow and flings it at alf. alf charges again, but evenflow brings him down with a drop toe-hold onto the bottom rope. evenflow uses the rope for an advantage and blatantly chokes alf until the ref orders him to break the hold. evenflow is as smug as ever, until alf is back up and brings him around into a belly-to-belly overhead suplex! alfdogg keeps his offensive advantage with a standing splash and Russian Neck Drop to evenflow. Sensing how much he caught evenflow off guard, he attempts a burning hammer to end this one early, but evenflow struggles and slips out, grabbing hold and turning it into a neckbreaker on the way down!

 

evenflow holds his neck for a second, then stomps alfdogg and chokes him some more. He then rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair. The ref admonishes evenflow, and warns of a disqualification, but when bringing the chair into the ring evenflow "accidentally" hits the ref. evenflow shrugs his shoulders and smirks, but walks right into a superkick from alfdogg! The chair is knocked right into his face, but darndest of coincidences, when alfdogg goes for a cover there's no ref! alfdogg gets off and tries to wake the ref as evenflow grabs the chair again, but alf instinctively ducks aside as evenflow swings again, and alf catches him with a spinebuster ON THE STEEEEEEEL CHAIR~! Arn Anderson (and Michael Cole) would be proud. alf goes for another belly to belly, but evenflow headbutts him, and as a stunned alf loosens his grip, evenflow rakes his eyes to fully break out of the hold! evenflow delivers one last chair-shot then kicks the decimated chair aside and places his other foot atop alfdogg for an ARROGANT COVER~ as a groggy ref counts 1....2....alfdogg gets his foot on the ropes! evenflow argues with the ref, but the ref shoves him and can be heard yelling "You're lucky I didn't stop this match!"

 

evenflow turns around and hops to the top turnbuckle. He mocks alf and dives off for a "Five Star Flow Splash", but alf has enough ring sense to get his knees up as evenflow lands HARD on the knees and rolls out of the ring. The ref misses him grabbing something from under the ring, but it'd be hard for anyone to miss him climbing back onto the apron and being caught in a Perfect-Plex for 1..2..evenflow kicks out again and begins flamboyantly posing, as the mics pick up "Two nights in a row!" An observant viewer would notice evenflow has a small amount of barbed wire wrapped around his left-hand as he SPEARS~! alfdogg and busts him open with a series of barbed wire enhanced fists to the face. As if that weren't enough, he then picks up alfdogg only to give him a hard barbed wire enhanced haymaker. Alfdogg begins struggling and locks up with evenflow to keep his hands and the barbed wire away from his body. The ref sees alfdogg's distress and heads over to check, but evenflow lets off the pressure, allowing himself to be "accidentally" shoved into the ref again. He uses the ref's brief stunning to dispose of the barbed wire and get in a low blow, transitioning it into the Evenflow DDT! The ref knows something is wrong as evenflow covers, but reluctantly counts 1...2...3!

 

Post-match, evenflowDDT heads backstage as a car pulls up and a driver motions for him to enter.

 

evenflowDDT

"Now THAT'S service. I haven't gotten deserved respect like that for a good month at least."

 

evenflow opens the back door and enters the car.

 

evenflowDDT

"Oh! It's you! I didn't expect to see you so soon. All is still going well then, I assume?"

 

evenflowDDT slams the door and the car pulls away.

 

 

Next Week: Zack vs. Evenflow, for a title shot at AM2. You will not want to miss this

[Guest Big Poppa Popick]

Producer's Cut

 

So, everyone probably notices that I don't put titles when I run an IZ, I just mention who wrote shiz. Cause in the end, all I do is gather your stuff together and add a little flow. You do the rest.

 

Gee, its been nearly a year. I figured I'd want to leave a closing thought or something. As I write this, this IZ looks to have the most writers on it. Which is great. I didn't feel ZH was a lackluster show...We've just had so many damn good PPV's writings recently that when we put forth a good effort, it seems less.

 

I hope the WarGames ending was found appropriate. Storylines and such dictate that Zack Malibu get the win, which was made easier by other storylines we have going on. There's quite a few really neat ones which should provide some great shows for a few months after AM2.

 

I think we're solid with feuds and ideas right now too. I want to take this time to applaud superstar's efforts in putting together the Road To AngleMania series....it makes that event all the more special. Though I speak just as myself, I think Superstar would be a welcome Producer to our staff.

 

I'd also like to thank Tony for working a feud and building my character in probably the best match I've ever written. It was a blast, and I'm really enjoying your new endeavors Tony

 

And to my new boss, AS. I already like the tone we have, and I like the feel. Keep it up

 

Signing Off,

 

Stephen Joseph Popick

 

Credits for the Preceding IZ go out to, in no particular order:

 

KingPK, Zack Malibu, Mr. ZsasZ, Tony the Body, Big Poppa Popick, What?, SuperStar, EvenflowDDT, Sandman9000, AngleSault, El Dandy~!, Spiderpoet, AndrewIsMyHero

 

That's 13 writers on this IZ...Keep it up!!!

 

Coming Soon...

 

The Next Big Thing