OAOAST HeldDOWN~! 10/30/03

[Zack Malibu 0]

OAOAST HeldDOWN~!

 

 

October 30, 2003

 

It's the day before Halloween (you know, the day that ugly women worldwide can wear masks in public and not feel odd about it) and the OAOAST is pleased to bring you the hottest action this side of Cancun (and in a much different variety too). Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to HeldDOWN~!, and our hosts

 

 

MICHAEL COLE AND JONATHAN COACHMAN~!

 

MC:"Nice mask, Coach!"

 

Coach:"Hey thanks Mi...YO~! I'm not wearing a mask, fool!"

 

MC:"It's the oldest insult in the book, and you just went along with it."

 

Coach:"Don't make me hurt you, MC."

 

MC:"Hello fans, welcome once again to the highest rated wrestling show of the week, OAOAST HeldDOWN~! I'm Michael Cole, alongside the one, the only, the irreplacible Jonathan Coachman, coming to you live tonight with more great OAOAST action."

 

Coach:"Damn right I'm irreplacible."

 

MC:"Coach, believe me when I say that there is no one like you anywhere out there."

 

Coach:"Wait...was that a compliment?"

 

MC:"Take it as you wish."

 

Coach:"Then it's a compliment. I think."

 

MC:"Fans, we're just a few days removed from World Without End, and what a night of action that was for the HeldDOWN~! brand. We saw two titles change hands during HeldDOWN~! matchups, but unfortunately one of those matches was not the one involving Crystal and Calvin Szechstein. Despite coming inches from victory on more than one occasion, Calvin was able to squeak out the victory against the Female Phenom this past Sunday."

 

Coach:"It was luck, Mikey, pure luck."

 

MC:"However, we do have a new X Champion, as after months and months of chasing Ragdoll and coming so close, Mad Matt claimed the big prize in a brutal barbed wire matchup at World Without End. Equally brutal was the Street Fight between Zack Malibu and CWM, which was just that, a fight. This was not a mat classic that Zack Malibu is known for. These two tore into each other using everything from chairs to tables to CARS to hurt each other, but in the end it was a Pollycutter on the concrete that sealed Zack's fate that evening, and CWM walked away with the 24/7 Title."

 

Coach:"That match was just too much to stomach, Michael. We understand Zack is not here this week as he's at home allowing himself to rest up, and he will be here live next week. However later on, we expect to here from him via satellite on this situation which, scarily, is not over between he and CWM."

 

MC:"When you throw in the X Factor of Caboose returning at WWE, there is a huge shakeup here on HeldDOWN~! Things have been getting very interesting, with the addition of new faces and the directions of those on our roster. It's been a wild ride and we're about to take you on another one right now, as two newcomers who have a past history outside of the OAOAST do battle for the first time. Ryan Smith tangles with Damaramu right now!"

[Zack Malibu 0]

::The OU Fight Song blares loudly from the speakers, and many fans pop loudly, recognizing the theme of one of HeldDOWN's hottest up and comers, Ryan Smith.::

 

MC:"Give this kid credit, Coach. He came to HeldDOWN~! to make a name for himself, and was attacked not in his first week, not even in his first match. The first time the kid was even allowed TV time, he gets jumped by a rival from his past. Now tonight, he looks to settle the score with Damaramu, and we actually caught up with Ryan earlier, so let's go to that as he makes his way to the ring."

 

*Ryan Smith is looking at the ground while sitting in his dressing room. He stands up and looks straight at the camera with a determined look on his face*

 

"Listen....I know that Damaramu has made a lot of comments and threats tonight. Well guess what? They're empty threats. Dama if you think for one minute that because you beat me in college...if you think that gives you any kind of psychological edge you are wrong. Dead wrong. I've been training for this for years! And this is the moment that I've been wanting for as long as I've known you. Dama....my family, my mom, my girlfriend, my friends are in the crowd. And you better bet that I'm going out celebrating with them tonight. So make all the threats you want. I'm ready to do this where it counts...in the ring."

 

::Back to a live shot, as Smith has made his way down the aisle, towards the ringside area.::

 

Coach:"That's one courageous kid there, MC. He could be a huge asset to this roster."

 

The OU fight continues to boom over the arena's speakers as Ryan Smith makes his way around ringside. He appears to be in good spirits with a happy but confident look on his face. He slaps the fans hands as he walks by and hugs his girlfriend and mom as he walks by there front row seat. The fans are really giving him a standing ovation as he enters the ring and grabs the microphone.

 

RS:"You know....I'm really happy that so many of you recognize me from the hard work I put into the Indy feds over the years. And I just wanted to let you all know...that no matter what happens tonight...you fans will be #1 in the heart of Ryan Smith!"

 

 

The fans cheer even louder as Smith waves to them but the cheers turn into a rousing chorus of boo's as the Worker's Song hits over the speakers and the lights go out. Suddenly a green strobe is flashing on the stage as Damaramu is slowly making his way to the ring. Dama stops in front of the ring and points at Smith before sliding in. Smith yells at the ref to ring the bell.

 

MC:"You can feel the tension brewing between these two, Coach."

 

Coach:"As much as I might like Smith, I ain't feelin' NOTHIN'."

 

MC:"Sicko."

 

 

 

 

Smith rushes in at Dama just as the bell rings, and takes him down with a double leg takedown. Dama rolls over onto his stomach trying to avoid a quick pin but Smith is on his back. Smith spins around into a front facelock but Dama is fighting his way to his feet. Smith releases the hold and drops to his knees catching Dama in a fireman's carry. Smith grabs Dama in a reverse chinlock as Dama once again attempts to fight his way to his feet. He starts to make it up but Smith changes it to a waistlock and takes Dama down from behind. Smith backs off and holds his arms to his side, taunting his rival, who is picking himself up off the ring canvas.

 

"Where's your 5 second pin now Dama? Where?"

 

Dama rolls out of the ring obviously frustrated. He turns to Smith's girlfriend

 

MC:"Look at this! He needs a breather already?"

 

Damaramu confronts Ryan's girlfriend, looking her square in the eyes before telling her "Shut your ugly mouth. Watch what I'm about to do to your boyfriend!"

 

 

MC:"What a...Coach, go defend her honor, will you."

 

Coach:"Dude, what would Crystal think of that?'

 

MC:"For the last time...you...forget it."

 

 

Dama slides back into the ring and enters into a collar and elbow tie up with Smith. Dama turns it into a sideheadlock but Smith is ready as he lifts Dama high into the air and hits a backdrop suplex. The fans cheer in approval as Dama once again slides out of the ring. The move appeared to hurt Dama's pride more than anything. Dama turns to Smith's girlfriend and begins to point right in her face...

 

 

"Listen you stupid whore! If you don't quit yelling in my ear I'm going to..."

 

 

Dama suddenly move as Smith tries to attack him from behind. Smith charges head first almost into his girlfriend but stops himself at the last minute. But Dama is waiting as he nails a rolling elbow right into the back of Smith's neck. Smith drops to his knees and Dama begins laying the boots into the back of Smith's head!

 

Coach:"Seems like it was a strategy all along. Get Smith out of the ring where he can go toe to toe with Dama, and take it to the floor where all the holds in the world won't count!"

 

Dama taunts Ryan as he kicks at him, shouting "Now it begins! Now it begins!"

 

The fans boo as Dama picks Smith up and slides him into the ring. But before Dama climbs back in he turns to Smith's girlfriend.

 

"Enjoy the rest of this match! It'll be the last time your boyfriend ever walks!"

 

Dama slides in after Smith who is trying to get to his feet. Dama runs up behind with a bulldog and then rolls back over on top of Smith and begins laying elbows into the back of his neck. Dama yanks Smith to his feet by his head and sends him into the ropes. Smith comes back as Dama catches him with a neckbreaker. Dama then goes for a quick pin but Smith kicks out. Dama laughs and pulls Smith back up sending him hard into the corner. Dama charges in with an elbow to Smith's face drawing blood from his mouth. Smith starts to fall out towards Dama but he catches him in a DDT. Dama goes for the pin again....1......2.......Smith kicks out!

 

MC:"I don't think Dama expected a kickout after the impact that DDT had."

 

 

Dama starts unloading some punches on Smith as he's coming to his feet. Smith manages to catch one of the punches and go for one of his own. Dama ducks it as Smith spins around. Dama takes the opportunity to deliver a reverse kick to the back of Smith's neck. Smith however does not go down as he clutches his neck and attempts to fight back with one hand. Dama however just watches Smith swing and then slaps him in the face. The rage builds on Smith's face as he attempts to spear Dama but Dama is waiting as he catches Smith and puts him in a front facelock. Smith is fighting Dama as Dama suddenly turns it into another DDT...this one spiking Smith. Dama rolls over for the pin agan...1....2.....2 3/4.....Smith kicks out!

 

Coach:"This kid's going to have a concussion! He's taking brutal head drops, but he won't give it up!"

 

MC:"That's a true competitor!"

 

Coach:"No, that's a guy who's gonna be wearing a neck brace for the rest of his life!"

 

Dama appears a little frustrated as he grabs Smith and throws him out of the ring. Smith rolls over onto the ramp as Dama hits the ropes on the opposite side...he comes running across the ring and leaps to the top rope backwards. MOONSAULT!

 

MC:"DID YOU SEE THAT!"

 

Coach:"Of course I did, the monitor's on the table, the guys are five feet from my face, how could I not!"

 

MC:"Don't get smart."

 

Coach:"Don't tempt me."

 

MC:"What? Tempt you to get smart? Are you saying your an idiot?"

 

Coach:"I...er...I mean."

 

MC:"You blew it, Coach. Quiet down now before you further damage your rep."

 

Dama takes Smith out with it but appears to have hurt himself a bit to. Dama gets up favoring his knee a bit...possibly wrenching it a little. Dama grabs Smith and sends him straight into the post. Upon impact Smith's head snaps back creating a whiplash effect. Smith falls straight back onto his back. As he lays there a trickle of blood runs down his face and joins the blood falling from his mouth. Smith is fighting up as Dama runs up back on him sending him into the ring. Dama follows him in and goes for the pin. 1.....2.......kick out!

 

Coach:"That kid's head is about to fall off his body, and he won't stay down!"

 

MC:"He's got heart, Coach."

 

Dama is obviously frustrated now as he pulls Smith up and backs him into the corner firing off elbow strikes! He hits him about 5 times and follows up with a Rolling elbow straight to the side of Smith's neck. Dama then sends Smith into the opposite corner and charges after. Smith moves as Dama appeared to have been going for a running knee strike but smashed his knee into it instead! Dama falls back onto his back clutching his knee as Smith lays on the ropes bleeding to the outside of the ring. The realization hits his face of what just transpired as the fans begin chanting his name!

 

"SMITH! SMITH! SMITH!"

 

Coach:"Listen to the fans! They're encouraging him!"

 

MC:"Why shouldn't they! This kid has all the makings of a champion!"

 

Coach:"Not if he breaks his neck. Only the WWE gives belts to cripples who can't cut it."

 

MC:"Good point."

 

Smith beats his chest and yells as he turns to Dama. Smith runs over to Dama as he's trying to make it to his feet and chop blocks his knee. Dama is back on his back as Ryan grabs his leg and begins kicking the knee like a shark that smells blood. Dama rolls over onto his stomach to try to escape but this proves to be a bigger mistake as Smith keeps a hold of Dama's leg and lifts it straight into the air and then slamming it back onto the mat. Dama screams as Smith repeats his previous action. Dama clutches his knee and tries to roll away from Smith but Smith is like a pitbull right on top of Dama lifting him to one foot while holding the knee. Smith laughs and uses a Dragon Screw to send Dama back onto his back and wrenching the knee in the process!

 

MC:"Just like Dama worked the neck, Ryan's exploiting the weak knee for all it's worth."

 

Coach:"How much is a weak knee worth, Michael?"

 

MC:"In US or Canadian funds?"

 

Coach:"Har Har."

 

Smith gives the sign for the figure four as the crowd explodes!Dama tries to escape but Smith slaps the figure four on and Dama begins to thrash in pain. The anguish on Dama's face tells it all as he tries desperately to get to the ropes. Dama fights it but Smith holds onto it. Dama falls to the mat....1....2!!!......Dama's shoulder is up!

 

 

MC:"How long can Dama take the pain?"

 

Coach:"If he's as persistent as Ryan, he might be able to counter out of it."

 

Dama begins shaking his head as the ref asks for a submission. Dama falls again...1......2!!!.....2 3/4!!!! but Dama gets his shoulder up as the ref's hand hits the mat for 3!

 

Coach:"Close one there, MC!"

 

The fans explode but the ref jumps up screaming no to the timekeeper and announcer. The fans boo as they think Smith rightfully won.

 

 

MC:"This crowd thought so too, Coach."

 

 

Dama tries to turn the hold but Smith's legs strength is to much. However Dama has much more upper body strength as he begins to drag himself to the ropes. The fans stand in shock as they've never seen anyone drag themselves and there opponent in the figure four from the middle of the ring to the ropes. But that's just what Dama does!

 

 

Coach:"I cant' believe...he's the one worse for wear here, but he STILL managed to make it to the ropes, even with the added weight of Ryan Smith!"

 

MC:"Unreal!"

 

 

He drags himself all the way over to the ropes and grips them for dear life. Smith jumps up with a look of shock on his face but quickly gains his bearings and begins to stomp Dama's knee as Dama tries to slide out of the ring. Smith won't let him go though and grabs his leg and drags him over to the corner. Dama starts screaming no as Smith crotches him on the ring post. Then bangs Dama's hurt left knee into the ring post. Smith does it again twice....Dama looks like he's about to cry. Dama tries to get to his feet but Smith is right there as he sends Dama into the ropes but bends to soon for the back body drop. Dama catches him and appears to go for a swinging neck breaker but improvises into a backslide. 1....2.....Smith kicks out!

 

Dama goes for a clothesline but Smith ducks and goes for a rollup from behind. 1....2...Dama reverses...1......2....Smith reversese...1....2 Dama kicks out!

 

 

MC:"Listen to the fans! These two guys are giving it their all and then some here tonight!"

 

Both men get to there feet and beging punching each other all out. Smith wins the fist fight and begins punching Dama into the corner. Smith sets Dama on the top rope and attempts to follow him up but Dama shoves him off. Dama stands up on the top rope but can't seem to straighten out his left knee. Smith capitalizes by popping up and shoving Dama BACKWARDS ONTO THE FLOOR! Dama hits the ground and clutches his knee as he tried to land on his feet but jammed his knee more. Smith follows up with and elbow to the outside. Dama is in real trouble as Smith slides him back into the ring.....1..............2..............NO!

 

 

Coach:"HE KICKED OUT! MY GOD THESE GUYS ARE GOING TO HAVE TO KILL EACH OTHER!"

 

MC:"Let's hope it doesn't come to that. We've had enough near-deaths in this federation."

 

 

Dama kicks out at the last second. The fans cheer thinking Smith has won but quickly begin to boo as they notice that the match continues. Smith goes for another quick pin with the Oklahoma Roll.......1.......2......Dama kicks out yet again!

 

Smith yanks him to his feet and picks him up for an Oklahoma Slam! Smith begins running for the corner but Dama drops down behind him and shoves him into the turnbuckle. Smith's head once again whiplashes as Dama grabs him around the waist and hits a release german suplex. Smith comes straight down on his head and neck...legs straight up in the air! Dama doesn't go for the pin though as he sends Smith into the ropes and hits the Yakuza kick, but it hurts Dama's leg, and he can't make the pin, as he favors his knee!

 

Coach:"That backfired."

 

 

Smith falls back into the ropes from the force of the blow and bounces back as Dama hits a hard lariat sending Smith to the ground.

 

Coach:"But that didn't!"

 

Dama still doesn't go for the pin though. He carries Smith over to the ropes and sets him on the top rope. Dama hobbles up after him and sets him up for a top rope suplex. Smith doesn't look able to fight it off as Dama yanks Smith straight over his head and down into more of a brainbuster than a suplex! Smith looks dead!

 

MC:"HE HIT THE MAT HEADFIRST!"

 

Coach:"I'm surprised his head didn't go shooting through his body!"

 

Dama pins....1............2...................SMITH KICKS OUT! Dama freaks out and the fans go crazy. Dama yanks Smith up and yells to his mother at ringside;

 

"Hey old woman! Let's see if he can survive this succession!"

 

 

Dama grabs Smith and picks him up in the position for the Razor's Edge. Dama brings Smith down onto his head and yanks him up again firing off a Tiger Driver as fast as he can. Dama pushes Smith away and doesn't go for the pin...Dama pulls Smith up and hits a powerbomb bring Smith down onto his head! The fans are booing as Dama has just dropped Smith on his head and neck 3 times. Dama pulls him up into Death Valley Driver position but his knee buckles and he falls backwards as Smith weakly rolls him up. Dama easily kicks out and jumps back up stomping on Smith's face. The blood is flowing all over the mat as the fans are now throwing garbage at Dama. Dama flips off the crowd and looks at Smith's mom and girlfriend.

 

"It's over! His neck is finished!"

 

MC:"C'mon already, just pin the kid!"

 

Coach:"Oh, now you want him to lose?"

 

MC:"No, but I don't want him to be paralyzed!"

 

Dama grabs Smith firing off a few elbows to the back of the neck as he brings him up. Dama gets behind him and sets up the Burning Hammer! Dama goes for it.......SMITH FLIPS TO HIS FEET! SMITH GOES FOR A RELEASE GERMAN! Dama flips over onto his feet however but seems to hurt his knee once again! Smith slowly fights his way to his feet as Dama limps over to him. Smith grabs him and goes behind him looking for the Dragon Suplex! Dama however manages to break Smith's grip and ducks around behind Smith....PICKING HIM UP FOR THE BURNING HAMMER! THERE IT IS! Smith is out cold! But Dama doesn't go for the pin!

 

 

Coach:"Stop toying with him, you've got the match won!"

 

MC:"He doesn't want to win, Coach. He wants to maim!"

 

He rolls over behind Smith and cinches a crossface on. Dama pulls back on Smith's head as he buries his knee into Smith's upper back.....the ref is down checking......Smith is already out! THE REF CALLS FOR THE BELL! The ref ends it as Dama keeps the hold applied!

 

HeldDOWN~!'s brand new announcer Michael Buffer makes the official announcement:

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, DAMARAMU~!"

 

Upon hearing his name announced Dama releases the hold and stands with his hands out to his sides. He then points straight at the camera with a stoic look on his face. Then he looks down and notices Smith. Dama smiles and pulls Smith to his feet. The ref gets shoved down as Dama picks him up for another Burning Hammer!

 

MC:"No, STOP IT!"

 

"This is called the Dama Hammer! You better call it right Michael Cole!" Dama screams as he drops Smith down straight onto his neck. Smith just lays on the mat...unmoving. Dama then moves over and applies the crossface again!

 

Coach:"Cole, you don't think he's gonna come over here, do you? I mean, he seems to hate you, not me, but still..."

 

MC:"Shut up, Jonathan."

 

 

Dama SCREAMS at Smith while wrenching on his neck:

 

"Break! Fucking break! I'm going to break your neck!"

 

A host of officials run out to pull Dama off of Smith. Smith's girlfriend jumps into the ring and begins yelling at Dama to release the hold. Finally Dama releases the hold as Smith drops back to the mat out cold. Dama slides out of the ring as a host of officials surround him trying to usher him back to the locker room. Dama raises his fist to threaten and they all scatter. He then laughs and heads back up the ramp to his dressing room....laughing even harder as he passes the paramedics heading to the ring. Dama stops at the top of the ramp and points at Smith being loaded onto the stretcher and then raises both arms in victory as he leaves through the curtain.

 

MC:"Matchwise, we couldn't have asked for a better effort. However, that man right there is a crippler, and I shudder to think of the damage he can do to anyone that he sees as an obstacle."

 

Coach:"Like you?"

 

MC:"Hey, I knew the name of the move. Unlike Jim Ross and his "WHATAMANUEVERS" over on that other show."

 

Coach:"True 'dat."

 

Meanwhile Smith is being loaded onto a stretcher. His girlfriend and mom are both there crying as one of the paramedics keeps yelling to his partner;

 

"I think it's broken! I think it's broken!"

 

And they wheel Smith up the rant as the fans chant his name, and HeldDOWN~! fades to black for a commercial break.

[Zack Malibu 0]

MC:"We're back, fans, and some good news did actually come out of the previous contest. For those just joining us, we had a well-contested opening contest between young Ryan Smith and Damaramu. We found out last week these two had a past with each other, and tonight it seems that past frustrations came to a head, as Damaramu tried to snap Ryan's neck after defeating him. Luckily for Ryan, as well as those here on HeldDOWN~!, Smith escaped serious injury, but still suffered a concussion and major stress to his neck. We wish him a speedy recovery, and hope for him to join us back here on HeldDOWN~! as soon as he feels he's able."

 

Coach:"Remind me never to knock Damaramu."

 

MC:"Even if he hits on Crystal?"

 

Coach:"I'll kick that punk bitch's...oh damn. I just knocked him, didn't I?"

 

MC:"That you did."

 

::Coach lunges over, hugging Michael Cole and clinging to him like a little kid.::

 

MC:"For God's sake man, get off!"

 

Coach:"Uh uh. That's not why I'm hugging you. I'm not into guys!"

 

MC:"Coach...I swear...guys in the production truck, can we cut backstage while I beat this chump's ass? I know we've got someone standing by, don't we? Coach, I'm gonna..."

 

 

::The scene cuts backstage, in the familiar setting of the HeldDOWN~! General Manager's office.::

 

(Tim Moysey is seen sitting in his office going over some paper work. Suddenly, Northstar busts into the room.)

 

Tim Moysey: What in tarnation?

 

(Northstar dumps Tim Moysey out of his chair. He takes a seat on it and throws the papers into the air, getting them all out of order)

 

Tim Moysey: Sminky! Those are people's contracts. I need to go over them to make sure you all get paid a fair amount.

 

Northstar: You want to talk about fair?

 

Tim Moysey: Oh god no. Don't you have a manicure to go to?

 

Northstar: I canceled it so I could bitch you out!

 

Moysey: Bitch me out? About what? What could you possibly have to bitch me out about? It can't be about the Title Wave. Because that was your idea and you can't blame me for you losing the 24/7 title.

 

Northstar: Nor do I intended to. But what I do blame you for is the tragic occurrences at Worlds Without End!

 

Moysey: Tragic? What, you couldn't find your lip stick?

 

Northstar: I don't wear lip stick, I wear lip gloss. Lip stick is for freaks and perverts.

 

Moysey: My mistake. Please accept my humble apologies princess. No one would, ever accuse you of being a freak. But back to the point what was so tragic about WWE? I thought each brand came together to put on one hell of a PPV. We had some kick ass matches this past Sunday. The fans got their money's worth and we saw guys sacrifice their lives...

 

Northstar: Ah-ha! That's just it!

 

Moysey: What's just it?

 

Northstar: That! That! That! You fucking hairless monkey you put four of our biggest ballers into potentially career ending matches right after a brutal six man Title Wave tag match. Do you have any idea how stupid that is?

 

Moysey: No, but I'm sure you'll tell me.

 

Northstar: Hell yes I will, chicken head! We're in the middle of a heated ratings war. What would've happened if one of those guys had been injured. How do you think it would affect ratings if someone like Zack Malibu was to be knocked off the show due to injury.

 

Moysey:.....I suppose it would have a negative affect.

 

Northstar: Yeah, no shit, Dairy Queen.

 

Moysey: But it made for a great show. The fans wanted to see some hardcore bouts and I felt it was our duty to give it to them. Besides, we saw some excellent...

 

Northstar(putting his hand up): Mon ami, you fed me the company line already. If you want to make those kind of matches, be my guest. But you need to cancel them in the middle of show when everyone's paid their money and it's to late for a refund. That way, you've got the Pay Per View revenue and your wrestlers get out in one piece.

 

Moysey: That's dishonest.

 

Northstar: C'est faux! That's good business. Something you obviously haven't the first clue about

 

Moysey: Excuse me?

 

Northstar: You heard me. Your business practices are poor. Your relationship with the talent is tenuous at best. To be honest with ya, as a General Manger you leave a great deal to be desired. Face it dude, your act is played.

 

Moysey: I think you should leave, Sminky.

 

Northstar: On se calme, sweetie! Why should I leave?

 

Moysey: Because, I'm the GM and I'm telling you to leave. I'm the one behind the desk. I make the decisions. Be they good or be they bad, I still get to make them. Is that clear?

 

Northstar: It's crystal clear, sugar bomb. You know what else is clear? The fact that the only reason you're behind that desk, is because you can't cut it in the ring any more.

 

Moysey: Is that so?

 

Northstar: Yes sir. You're just an OAOAST charity case. The company knew you couldn't hack it as an active wrestler, so they stuck you with a desk job and hoped you wouldn't fuck things up to bad. I see that they were wrong.

 

Moysey: I can deal with you thinking I'm a bad GM, but don't think for a minute that I couldn't mop the floor with your sorry 90210 ass if we had another match. I've taken ass kickings from guys two times your equal and have always got up for more. Don't you sit there in my chair, a chair that symbolizes a position that I've earned, and tell me I can't hang. Because I can hang. I can hang with anyone on this roster. Especially you, Sminky.

 

Northstar: Do I hear a challange?

 

Moysey:.....You do.

 

Northstar: Awwwww, To bad. I don't accept.

 

Moysey: You come inside my office, insult my work as a GM. Insult my abilities as a wrestler and my pride as man and you don't even have the balls to face me in a match?

 

Northstar: It's not that I don't have the balls. It just that I've already defeated you and really, I've got nothing to gain by beating you again. Unless...no never mind. I mean, no forget it

 

Moysey: What? What were you going to say?

 

Northstar: I don't know, it's so ludicrous. Just, never mind.

 

Moysey: OUT WITH IT!!!!!

 

Northstar: All right, you asked for it. What if I were to face you in a match with the added stipulation that when I win, I become the new HD! GM, and if you win, I leave the OAOAST permanently. I know that sounds crazy, and if you're not up for it...

 

Moysey: Of course I'm up for it! If you think you can barge into my office and talk to me like one of your Acolytes you've got another thing coming. And that's an ass whupping. Now get out of my sight.

 

Northstar(leaving the office): Je vais gagner, tu seras deuxieme.

 

Moysey: I don't know what you just said, punk. But your mouth just wrote a check your ass can't cash.

 

::The cameras close in on Tim's ice cold stare, his rage for Northstar overwhelming him, as we cut to a break.::

[Zack Malibu 0]

MC:"Coach, can you believe what we just saw! This is huge!"

 

Coach:"I know, Michael. I'm very familiar with huge things!"

 

MC:"Coach...you KNOW that didn't sound good."

 

Coach:"I know. I really have to stop doing that."

 

MC:"Seriously though, can you believe it? Tim Moysey, putting his GM position up against Northstar, and if Northstar loses, he's out of here!"

 

Coach:"I'm not counting Tim out at all. He's dealt with Northstar quite a bit, and if you remember they've done battle in the ring in the past. I think tonight Tim Moysey is going to rid the HeldDOWN~! roster of Northstar once and for all."

 

MC:"Could you imagine Northstar as a General Manager?"

 

Coach:"He'd probably try to replace us with Lance Bass and Joey Fatone."

 

MC:"All right, enough with the insults to the boy bands."

 

Coach:"Sorry, forgot you were a fan."

 

 

::Audioslave's 'Cochise' kicks in and the crowd gets to its feet in anticipation of Caboose.

 

Cole: Hold on, Caboose wasn't scheduled to be on the show!

 

Coach: Hey, Tim shocked us at the PPV, bringing him out to referee the 24/7 Title match. Looks like he's surprised us again!

 

The lights don't go out, and Caboose doesn't drop from the rafters, but instead he walks out dressed simply in black jeans, black boots and black trenchcoat.

 

Cole: This is...different.

 

The crowd's reaction is mixed leaning to towards cheers. A small 'You Sold Out' chant breaks out but it is eventually overpowered by the counter 'Caboose' chant.

 

Caboose walks sombrely into the ring and by the looks on the ring crew's faces, they are surprised to see the former Two Time OAOAST World Champion.

 

Caboose signals for a microphone and is nervously handed one. Without pause for thought Caboose starts talking...

 

Caboose: Well I guess I'm back, again. I dont want to be back.

 

(CROWD BOOS)

 

Caboose: Who gives a crap really? Back in April I came back for one reason and one reason only. Revenge. I got my revenge, I retired Joseph and I was at peace. Until I found out that Joseph would be getting a cushy office job and have his face on the shows as much as as he used to anyway. Wheres the sense in that? Well seeing as I cant play the corporate game, I decided to stop playing altogether. But that didnt work either. IntenseZone catches up with HeldDown in the ratings and suddenly I've got Tim begging me to come back because Jospeh and the execs are on his back. I say no and then he threatens legal action because I am in breach of my contract.

 

(Uneasy response from Crowd)

 

Caboose: Well thats why I've got a bone to pick with you Zack. You negotiated my contract for me, why the fuck didnt you tell me I would have to stick around for two more years after I retired Joseph? You sold me down the river Malibu. You sold me out so you had some back up against Jospeh and his goons. Well fuck you Zack!

 

(CROWD BOOS HEAVILY)

 

Caboose: Oh dear the crowd is booing me?! Whatever shall I do? Because I give one iota of crap about what the crowd thinks anymore. It was, is and has always been about me, and me alone. So seeing as I've got to hang around here a lot longer than I planned, I might as well set a challenge for myself. The challenge? To be the first ever THREE TIME~! THREE TIME~! THREE TIME~! OAOAST World Champion.

 

(CROWD Breaks out in Cheers)

 

Caboose: So Moysey, Joseph, Malibu, Calvin and whoever else wants to test me, beware. You are all on notice...

 

Caboose drops the mic and leaves in a hurry...

 

Cole: Wow.

 

Coach: Did Caboose just lay down a challenge to our Champion?

 

Cole: I'm not sure what to think? Which side is he playing for?

 

Coach: Apparently the only one that matters to him...himself.

 

Cole: Things are going to be getting very interesting. Fans, when we come back, X Title action. Mad Matt defends against HeldDOWN's hot prospect AJ Flaire, right after this!

[Zack Malibu 0]

::The scene opens backstage, where we see Tina walking through the hallways with a noticeable limp. In addition to her white and red Superwoman baby-tee, tight blue jeans and white sneakers, Tina's also sporting a neck brace, a soft cast on her right wrist, and medical tape around her rib cage--all a result of the vicious Awesome Bomb given to her by Axel at the World Without End pay-per-view. The camera follows Tina as she makes her way through the backstage area, past a group of officials crowded around a coffee pot, and past an unidentifiable wrestler who's warming up in the background. Suddenly, Tina stops dead in her tracks, and shoots an almost annoyed glare towards something out of camera view. The camera pans slightly to the right, and the crowd inside the arena cheers slightly as Panther's image comes into view. He's leaning nonchalantly against a wall, wearing a red bandana, black sunglasses, a red and black basketball jersey with "Panther 215" spelled out on the front in black text with white outline, fairly loose-fitting black jeans with red lining along the sides, and black boots. Panther chuckles as Tina approaches him::

 

Panther: (laughing) Damn, T. What...you trying to go as the Mummy for Halloween this year?

 

Tina: (fuming) YOU ASSHOLE!!!!

 

Panther: Aww...now wait a minute, Tina. Is that any way to talk to the love of your life?! (smirks)

 

Tina: I can't believe you, Panther. After all I've done for you...(deep breath) I put my body...damn it, I put my life on the line for you at WWE, and you have the nerve to sit here and laugh at me?! Laugh at my pain?!

 

Panther: Damn right!

 

Tina: (gasps)...

 

Panther: No, shut up! Because I told you not to bring your ass down to the ring in the first place. Don't get mad at me because you came down and got your ass kicked.

 

Tina: YOU UNGRATEFUL SON OF A BITCH!!!! I CAME DOWN TO HELP YOU!!!!!!!!!

 

Panther: (mocking her) "I CAME DOWN TO HELP YOU!!!" (scoffs) Lemme tell you something, Tina, I NEVER ASKED FOR YOUR HELP...ok? I mean...I dunno whether or not you forgot, but lemme remind you just who the hell I am! I am the Heavy Hitter, the Personification of Greatness, the ONE AND ONLY Champion of Champions! I've been wrestling all over the world for the past 7 years...in the US, in Canada, in Mexico, Japan, in CHINA even. (chuckles) I've been wrestling long before you even knew this business existed, so Tina, believe me when I tell you that I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP! I never have needed it in the past, and I sure as hell don't need it now!

 

Tina: (rolls eyes) Oh PUUUUH-LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!!! Panther baby, let me remind YOU of something! See, you run your mouth about being the Champion of Champions...the Heavy Hitter...all of that bullshit! You're here on HeldDOWN~! for one reason and one reason only, and that's because of ME! Ok?! I mean...damn it, Panther! If not for me, you'd still be stuck in Philly with that skank of an ex-wife of yours, stuck with a dead-end job, taking care of some snot-nosed brats that don't even belong to you! Face it Panther...you may have been something special in the past, but let me tell ya...I'm everything you've got right now! Without me, you're not the Champion of Champions, you're not the Personification of Greatness...you're nothing but a washed up HAS BEEN! Ya hear me?! A WASHED UP...HAS BEEN!

 

::Panther pauses for a moment, looking down at his feet, and then back up at Tina, who's breathing deep, rapid breaths::

 

Panther: Oh really?!

 

Tina: Oh yeah! In fact...I guess you can say that that's...the damn...TRUTH! (sinister smile)

 

::Panther chuckles a bit, and begins to pace the room somewhat. He turns towards Tina, calmly removes his glasses and hangs them from the collar of his jersey::

 

Panther: "TRUTH"?! (chuckles) You wanna see TRUTH, Tina?! You want TRUTH?! Well I'll tell ya what...I want you to sit back and pay attention over these next few weeks, cuz I'm fixing to show you, the suits, the boys in the back, and each and every last fan in that buys a ticket exactly what THE TRUTH is all about!

 

::With a look of determination in his eyes, Panther turns away from Tina and walks out of camera view. We zoom in on Tina, who has a concerned look on her face as Panther walks away. That look soon turns to one of anger, as she kicks a nearby anvil case, injuring her right foot in the process::

 

Tina: (holding her injured foot) OW!!!! DAMN IT!!!!!

 

::Tina angrily limps off in the opposite direction and the scene cuts back to the other side, as Panther is now nose to nose with the monster himself, Brock Ausstin! Brock breathes heavily through his nose sneering at Panther, while the Champion of Champions keeps his stance, looking back into the eyes of the "Current Big Thing".::

 

Brock: You looking to make a name for yourself here, kid?

 

Panther: Kid? Bro, I am far from a kid, so don't talk down to me. You have something to say, then I suggest you use body langauge, and say it in the ring.

 

Brock: Is that what you really want? Me, in the ring with you?

 

Panther: Lightning strikes everyone at some point.

 

Brock: What does that mean?

 

Panther: It means anyone can get lucky, but it takes more than one win to prove yourself, at least to me. You think you're the King Shit around here, then I want you in the ring. None of that short notice crap, I'm not having that. Me and you, next week, right here on HeldDOWN~!

 

Brock grunts, and snarls at Panther, who awaits an answer.

 

Brock: Enjoy the next seven days. It'll be the last time you ever experience pleasure of any kind.

 

Brock turns away and heads off, as Panther watches him leave, eyeing his opponent for next Thursday night.

 

 

::Cut back to the announce position.::

 

MC:"Things are heating up yet again, Coach!"

 

Coach:"What a match that's going to be! I'm just wondering if I should applaud Panther for standing tall, or feeling that he's...well, a dumbass."

 

MC:"I'd go with the former rather than the latter."

 

Coach:"Jigga what? Speak English, Michael!"

 

MC:"It's time for the X Title match. Can you understand the words coming out of my mouth?"

 

Coach:"You ain't Chris Tucker. Stop frontin'!"

[Zack Malibu 0]

MC: I'm not trying to be. Now are you ready for the title match we've got coming up here?

 

(Sly Sommers comes out with a gigantic sheet of paper and mic in hand. He stands on the commentary booth, and starts talking.)

 

MC: Sly? What's he doing out here?

 

SLY: I know, all of you people are waiting to see a couple of goofs get dropped on their heads fifty-million times and die for your pleasure. BUUUUUUT....I'm better than them, so I go first! See, I beat AJ Flaire last weekend, live on pay per view. But, I don't really want to wrestle this week, so I'm just going to undeservedly take television time! You're all wondering why I have this list. Well, to answer my adoring public, I have this list because I want to crack a major mystery that could possibly bring us the true meaning of life! I spent all my time that I should have been training, since I did beat AJ Flaire last weekend in under thirty seconds, at the library, on the Internet, and watching films; trying to unlock the mystery of....why in the hell is Matt so damn mad? During my research, I came up with these four thousand, seven hundred and fourty-eight reasons. I will now read them off....NUMBER ONE!.....someone ate Matt's Cheetos. Number two: Matt accidentally taped over the finale of the Joe Schmoe show with Dora The Explorer, and now is restless to find out what happened at the end! Number three: Matt hates Halloween. Number four: Matt hates sharing a first name with Mad Mikey......

 

(The producers then bring Sly, unwillingly, down from the table, and make him sit beside Coachman and Cole to list the rest of his reasons.)

 

"Man In a Box" by Alice In Chains kicks up and out comes AJ Flaire. He will get the first title shot at our NEW X Division Champion Mad Matt tonight on HeldDown.

 

"Higher" by Creed kicks up and out comes the OAOAST X Division Champion Mad Matt. Matt has the usual focused expression on his face and he pays no attention to Sly rattling off his reasons, which he knows is a deliberate attempt to get under his skin. Mad Matt takes off the X Division Title Belt and hands it to the referee. The bell rings and this match is under way.

They lock up and Mad Matt with a side headlock. AJ shoves Mad Matt off the ropes and Mad Matt with a leapfrog. Mad Matt with a hiptoss. AJ kicks Mad Matt off and AJ armdrags Mad Matt down. AJ with a drop toehold and AJ cranks the arm some of Mad Matt. AJ with a hammerlock and Mad Matt gets to his feet. Mad Matt with a snap mare but AJ lands on his feet. AJ elbows Mad Matt in the face and AJ whips Mad Matt into the ropes. Mad Matt with a leapfrog and AJ bounces off the ropes. Mad Matt hits a flying headscissors on AJ. Mad Matt with an armdrag takeover. Mad Matt whips AJ Flaire into the corner and charges in but eats boot. AJ Flaire wipes out Mad Matt with a clothesline. Flaire picks up Mad Matt and hooks him. AJ with a DDT to Mad Matt. AJ floats over for the cover.

 

One....

 

Kickout. AJ picks up Mad Matt and armwringer. Into a series of shoulder trusts. Into an armbar takedown. Into a fujiwara armbar. AJ Flaire is pulling back on the hold. Mad Matt is refusing to submit however. Mad Matt reaches the ropes and AJ with a clean break. AJ whips Mad Matt into the ropes and AJ Flaire with a dropkick. AJ picks up Mad Matt and shoves him into the corner. AJ chops away at Mad Matt. AJ picks up Mad Matt and whips him into the corner. AJ charges in and corner clothesline. AJ picks up Mad Matt and AJ with a double arm suplex. AJ floats over for the pin.

 

One...

 

Kickout. Mad Matt once again kicks out at one. AJ picks up Mad Matt and whips him into the corner but Mad Matt with a reversal. Mad Matt with a rana taking AJ crashing down to the mat. Mad Matt with a cover hooking the leg.

One....

 

Two....

 

Kickout.

 

Coach:Very nearfall by Mad Matt. Mad Matt is proving why he is the OAOAST X Division Champion.

 

Cole:I just wonder is Sly going to actually call the match or keep distracting us from focusing on the match at hand with this list of reasons why Mad Matt is....Mad.

 

SLY: ....Reason forty-seven: Matt had a bad pre-school incident where he forgot his Pull-Ups at home, and, while trying to show the others that he was a big boy now, accidentally showed them how truly small he actually was....and is! Reason forty-eight: Matt never got the Super Nintendo he wanted for his tenth birthday.....

 

Cole:Distracting it is, I guess.

 

Mad Matt picks up AJ and chops away at him. Mad Matt whips AJ into the corner and Mad Matt with a forward roll into the corner. Mad Matt monkey flips AJ out of the corner. AJ is on his hands and knees and Mad Matt is on AJ's back. Mad Matt braces himself and spinning legdrop to the back of the head. Mad Matt picks up AJ and throws him into the ropes. Mad Matt with a spinning leg lariat...NO AJ ducks. AJ Flair picks up Mad Matt and kicks him in the ribcage. AJ with an armwringer into a roundhouse kick. AJ with a cover. Could we have a new champion tonight?

 

One....

 

Two....

 

Kickout from Mad Matt.

 

AJ Flaire picks up Mad Matt and chops him. AJ whips Mad Matt into the ropes. Flaire with a flying headscissors attempt NO Mad Matt counters with an inverted power bomb. Mad Matt now grabs AJ and Mad Matt throws him into the ropes. Mad Matt with a running Radar of Madness. Mad Matt with a cover hooking the leg.

 

One....

 

 

Two.....

 

 

Thr....shoulder up.

 

Mad Matt with a headscissors submission hold on AJ. Mad Matt is not rushing into anything. He wants to not have a short lived X Division Title reign.

 

Cole:Mad Matt is attempting to...oh please will someone shut his headset off.

 

SLY: ....Reason number one-hundred and thirteen: Matt's Powerpuff Girls panties are on too tight around the man parts. Reason number one-hundred and fourteen: Matt wishes he was my son, but knows that my super-sperm could not possibly create something truly THAT revolting! Reason number one-hundred and fifteen: one of the blocks that was holding up his double-wide got knocked off, and his entire house got tilted......

 

Coach:Hey I have some of those Powerpuff....uh nevermind.

 

Mad Matt picks up Flaire and throws him into the ropes. Mad Matt charges but Flaire ducks. Mad Matt with a spin kick taking AJ Flaire down to the canvas. Mad Matt is going up to the top rope. Mad Matt with a missile dropkick right to the mouth of AJ Flaire. Mad Matt with a cover hooking the leg.

 

One......

 

 

Two.......

 

 

Kickout. Mad Matt picks up AJ and throws him into the corner. Mad Matt charges in but AJ ducks and Mad Matt's knee hits the corner. AJ kicks Mad Matt's leg out from underneath him. AJ grabs the leg and drops a knee on it. AJ grabs the leg of Mad Matt and bends it over the back of his own head. AJ picks up Mad Matt and punches away. AJ puts Mad Matt on the top rope and AJ hooks the leg. AJ dragon screw legwhips Mad Matt off the top rope. AJ with a cover hooking the leg.

 

One.....

 

 

Two.....

 

 

Kickout.

 

AJ picks up Mad Matt and AJ with a side waistlock. AJ drops Mad Matt in a kneebreaker. AJ now with a half boston crab. The look on Mad Matt's face says all. He will not submit. You are going to have to break both his legs and his arms and maybe his neck before he even gives it one seconds thought. Mad Matt is scratching his way towards the ropes. Mad Matt reaches for the ropes. Mad Matt has made it to the ropes. AJ Flaire picks up Mad Matt and throws him into the ropes. AJ ducks the head and he pays for it with a Rocker Dropper from Mad Matt. Both men are down and the referee is starting a ten count.

 

One......

 

Two......

 

Three.....

 

Four......

 

Five.......

 

Six........

 

Seven.......

 

 

Eight....Mad Matt rolls an arm onto AJ.

 

One....

 

Two.....

 

Kickout. Mad Matt pulls himself up and he limps around trying to get some life into that leg. He hurt it during that Rocker Dropper. AJ with a running dropkick to the leg. AJ grabs the leg and right into the figure-four leglock. AJ pulls back at the leg and Mad Matt is in pain. Mad Matt's shoulders are on the man.

 

One....

 

Two.....

 

Shoulder up. Mad Matt is attempting to turn the hold but he flops to the mat again.

 

One....

 

Two....

 

Thr....shoulder up. Mad Matt is attempting to turn with all his might. Can he get the figure-four turned over? Mad Matt....does. The hold is now reversed and the pressure is on AJ Flaire.

 

Cole:Mad Matt has the Figure Four turned over. The pressure is on the other end.

 

Coach:Yes impressive. Mad Matt knows how to wrestle.

 

SLY: ....Reason number three-hundred and one: Matt's fat brother Splat broke his big wheel when they were five with his enormously huge ass. Reason number three-hundred and two: butterfly lock. Reason number three-hundred and three: Matt's spoon....is too big! Reason number three-hundred and four: his mom would not marry him when he was five......

 

AJ scrambles to his feet after Matt released the figure four. Mad Matt limps over and Mad Matt with a punch. AJ with a punch. Mad Matt with a punch. Matt with a punch. Matt with another punch. Matt whips AJ into the ropes and Matt with a Rolling Elbow Smash. Vicious blow knocking the challenger down to the canvas. Mad Matt stumbles over and covers AJ hooking the leg.

 

One....

 

Two....

 

Kickout. Mad Matt is not deterred. Mad Matt picks up AJ and throws him into the ropes. Mad Matt with a clothesline taking AJ down. Mad Matt now pivots but he pivots on the bad leg and he crumples to the canvas. AJ with a La Magistral Cradle to Mad Matt.

 

One....

 

Two....

 

Thr....kickout. AJ picks up Mad Matt but Mad Matt goes into a small package to AJ.

 

One....

 

Two....

 

Kickout. AJ kicks Mad Matt and goes for a power bomb but Mad Matt blocks it. Backdrop to AJ. AJ goes for a sunset flip NO Mad Matt sits down hooking both legs.

 

One....

 

Two....

 

AJ rolls through into a sunset flip.

 

One....

 

Two....

 

Kickout. Mad Matt with a jackknife pin.

 

One....

 

Two....

 

Kickout. AJ ducks a clothesline and backslide from the challenger.

 

One....

 

Two....

 

Kickout.

 

Coach:I can't keep up with these nearfalls.

 

Cole:I am trying to focus on the nearfalls. Sly is making this VERY difficult by rattling off this list.

 

SLY: .....Reason number five-hundred and sixty-six: he wished Lord Zedd actually got his one victory over the Power Rangers. Reason number five-hundred and sixty-seven: Adam Durwitz from the Counting Crows wouldn't let him backstage at a recent concert, even though he offered some sweet, sweet manass. Reason number five-hundred and sixty-eight: the dude from Whitesnake DID let him backstage at a recent concert, and MADE him deliver some of that sweet, sweet manass......

 

Mad Matt looks at Sly and he waves sarcastically and gets rolled up from behind by AJ.

 

One....

 

Two.....

 

Kickout. Mad Matt with a knockdown and Matt picks up AJ. Shadow of Madness attempt but AJ flips over the back. AJ with a rolling reverse cradle onto Mad Matt.

 

One....

 

Two....

 

Thr...shoulder up. AJ kicks Mad Matt in the stomach. AJ lifts up Mad Matt and GOOD TASTE. Mad Matt was driven down to the canvas. AJ Flaire goes for the cover. We will have a new champion.

 

One...

 

Two....

 

Thr...foot on the rope. AJ with the cover too close to the ropes and it cost Mad Matt. AJ Flaire pulls Mad Matt to the center of the ring and covers him. Their will be no ropes this time.

 

One....

 

Two.....

 

Thr...shoulder up.

 

AJ picks up Mad Matt but gets an elbow. Mad Matt is slowly climbing up top but Mad Matt's knee gives out. AJ is up and SUPER DOUBLE ARM SUPLEX. Mad Matt is on the canvas. AJ hurt himself as well with that move. AJ slides over for the cover. We are going to have a new champion.

 

One......

 

Two......

 

Thr......shoulder up.

 

Cole:So close to the win by the challenger.

 

SLY: Reason number six-hundred and forty-four: Matt's parents wished he was born a girl, so they made him toughen up from his extremely puss-like state.....WAIT A SECOND! That near-fall was too damn close to interuptting my thesis! That's it, I'm gonna punch someone in the face....or break their nose with a chair, same thing!

Coach:Hey Sly where are you going man. I want to hear the rest of the list.

 

AJ has Mad Matt hooked for a suplex. Sly has left the broadcast booth with a chair. AJ lifts up Mad Matt but Mad Matt twists his body in mid air. MODIFIED SHADOW OF MADNESS. Mad Matt with a cover.

 

One....

 

 

Two......

 

 

Three. Mad Matt has won and SLY SMASHES HIM FROM BEHIND WITH A STEEL CHAIR. Sly now lifts up the chair and a vicious shot over the head of Mad Matt taking the champion down to the canvas. AJ is up and Sly bashes the chair over the head of AJ Flaire as well. Sly now picks up the X Division Title belt and parades around the ring with it. Sly is talking trash to a downed Mad Matt. Sly poses with Mad Matt's belt from behind the camera and Mad Matt is up. Mad Matt has been busted open by the chair. Sly sees him and Sly throws the belt at Mad Matt. Mad Matt catches it out of instinct and Sly runs out of the ring at top speed.

 

Mad Matt leaves the ring and grabs the list from Coach who was attempting to read it.

 

Coach:HEY, I was trying to read that.

 

Mad Matt grabs the list and rips it into thousands of little pieces. It is very difficult as it is a big sheet of paper.

 

Matt: Next time, Sly. This will be you. Ripped to shreds by the Shadow of Madness. Trying to be funny out here. Life isn't funny, Sly. I don't mind that you tried to play mind games. The thing I am really pissed about is that you don't have any guts to fight me face on. You attack me from behind and then you run out of the ring as soon as I get up. So Sly the lesson to you is, NEXT TIME you hit me with a chair, you better fucking hope I don't get up.I will don't get up. I shall prove why I am TOTALLY OUT OF MY MIND.

 

Mad Matt picks up the X Division Title Belt and "Higher" by Creed kicks up. Mad Matt is not one to be messed with in OAOAST.

 

Coach: I never got to finish that list, Cole.

 

MC: Make like Timberlake and cry me a river, Coach. We've got more important things to focus on. When we come back, we're going to here from the Franchise himself, Zack Malibu, and his thoughts on what went down at World Without End. Don't miss it!

[Zack Malibu 0]

MC:"Fans, we're back, and right now if you've got the little ones in the room, or have sensitive stomachs, you might want to take a bathroom break or something. What we're about to show you is the graphic footage from World Without End, and the closing moments of the Street Fight with Zack Malibu and CWM. Guys, if you're ready, we're waiting on it."

 

::The OAOAST HeldDOWN~! graphic appears, and then fades into the World Without End logo, then cuts into the final minutes of the Zack Malibu/CWM bout.::

 

CWM falls down to the concrete, as a sweaty, bloody, groggy Zack makes his way towards him again. He pulls CWM up, but CWM goes low, punching Zack in the midsection...AND THEN SMASHES HIS HEAD THROW THE CAR WINDOW~!

 

MC

Oh my God.

 

Candie shreiks in horror, as Zack's body is half in the car, half outside of it. CWM buys himself sometime, and then stands up, pulling Zack out, and giving the crowd, Caboose, Candie, and all the fans watching at home a sick visual of Zack's cut and bloodied face. Candie puts her hand over her mouth, and then CWM goes on step farther, sending Zack Malibu crashing facefirst THROUGH THE BACK WINDOW OF THE CAR!

 

MC

Stop this. Tim, someone, if you can hear me, get out there now before he kills him.

 

CWM picks Zack up, holding him by the hair and showing his crimson mask to Candie, who needs to turn away from the sick sight. A white Mustang is parked behind this car, and CWM takes Zack's face and smashes it into the hood, blood splattering all over the hood of the car.

 

COACH

I can't watch this Michael.

 

A door bursts open, and Tim Moysey and Charlie Hoss come charging out, with Tim shouting "What are you doing". Sickened by the sight of Tim yet again, CWM takes Tim and tosses him down. Charlie Hoss, there for backup, goes to tend to Tim, and tells Caboose to do his job. Candie yells for CWM to stop this, but the rampage continues, as CWM takes Zack and tries to ram his head into the Mustang again, but Zack is miraculously able to block it, and sends CWM's face into the hood!

 

MC

He's still in this, Coach!

 

Zack crawls up onto the hood, pulling CWM up with him and slamming forearms across his back. Zack takes CWM in a facelock, and snaps him over...SUPLEXING HIM ON THE WINDSHEILD!

 

COACH

He just cracked the windsheild of that Mustang, Cole!

 

MC

For the love of God guys, one of you just get the win.

 

Zack lays on the hood, while little pieces of glass fall from the windsheild that CWM rests upon. CWM tries to pull himself up, but has to roll over to push himself up off the glass, and when he does cuts all over his back are visible from the windsheild shrapnel. Both men are bloody, gasping for their last breaths, as Zack gets up, grabbing CWM by the hair, but suddenly getting backdropped over him, landing onto the roof of the car!

 

COACH

They're going to destroy everything in their path in order to destroy each other!

 

Zack rolls off the roof, down the trunk, and catches himself before he falls on the concrete. Caboose asks if Zack is OK, and Malibu basically shoves him away, walking around in a daze, leaning himself against another car for support. CWM, an equally bloody mess, comes slowly stalking over to Zack, coming for him as he rests, but Zack gets a boot to the midsection on him, and then grabs him by the arm, sending him into the flatbed portion of a truck...but CWM counters, and Zack goes crashing into the side of the truck hard, his body smacking against the vehicle! Zack stumbles forward, and CWM, in a last bid for a win, grabs Zack...

 

AND HITS A POLLYCUTTER ON THE CONCRETE!

 

MC

Oh my God, Zack!

 

CWM rolls the lifeless body of Zack Malibu onto it's back and lays across him for the pin, not bothering, or maybe not even having enough strength to hook the leg. Caboose gets down to the ground, slapping his hand on it once...

 

TWICE...

 

THREE TIMES.

 

::The footage ends with the shot of CWM standing up, having his hand raised by Caboose::

 

MC:"Fans, right now, live via satellite from his beach house in Fort Lauderdale, is the former OAOAST World Champion, and former 24/7 Champion, Zack Malibu. Zack, thanks for joining us."

 

::Zack is shown split screen with Cole on the TV broadcast, while the fans in the arena see him up on the AngleTron. A huge pop erupts when he's shown. A bandage covers his forehead, no doubt the result of the beating he took this past Sunday.::

 

ZM:"Michael, not a problem. Coach, what's up buddy, how're you guys doing?"

 

MC:"Well, we're both fine Zack, but the question is, how are YOU doing?"

 

ZM:"I've been better, Mikey, I'm not going to lie. It's just the breaks of the business, you know."

 

Coach:"Zack, I hate to say this, but you're being rather nonchalant about this whole thing. I mean, CWM tried to put you out. He's got it embedded in his head that you think you're better than him, and are trying to hog the spotlight. How can you condone what happened to you?"

 

ZM:"Well first off, Coach, no way in hell did I condone it. You think I enjoy getting sent through glass? As for CWM and his motives, you know as well as I do that what he says is a bunch of bull. CWM can't focus on the real problems, like himself. He says that I'm hogging the spotlight? Think about what he's doing. He's trying to take me out. He's alienated everyone that he affiliated with, and you don't think he's got a reason for it? He's trying to keep the spotlight on HIMSELF! Think about it. What happened earlier this year? Politically, the shit hit the fan in this company, and where did he go? He said it wasn't fun anymore. He said that his heart wasn't in it. So while he's gone I finally, after a YEAR, get my shot. I got Anglesault in the main event of our flagship PPV, and I won the World Title. After a YEAR. Then we did the brand split, and I went through HELL on not one, but TWO brands. I defended that title against everyone, in matches we hadn't even seen, against talent that was unknown to all of us at the time. So then CWM comes back, and I'm not going to lie, I had a big part in it. I was too busy thinking about the company. Sue me for not wanting to see this company falter. And this is how CWM repays me. He's going into business for himself, creating lies in his head, and using it to channel rage, rage that he's got for whatever reason, against me."

 

MC:"That's a good enough view of things if I ever heard one. Now, what about Caboose. We heard him earlier, serving notice to the World Champion, to General Manger Tim Moysey, and to you. Caboose is another person you were responsible for bringing back. Do you regret that move?"

 

ZM:"Not at all. I brought these guys back for a reason. To give them an opportunity to right what they saw as wrongs. Many times they were right in their beliefs. Caboose is an enigma, and I'll be damned if I can say that I know what's in his head. As for CWM, I know where we stand. I know that we'll most likely never get along, ever, despite what our alignments are. All I know is that, I'm coming back next week, and he's got something that belongs to me. Something that's on the line twenty four hours a day, seven days a week."

 

Coach:"So are you challenging him to a match next week?"

 

ZM:"Who needs a challenge? The belt's on the line. Rememeber, unpredictability equals ratings. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go soak in the sun with Candie. I'll see you boys next week."

 

::The satellite cuts out, leaving us with the announcers.::

 

MC:"You can not keep that man down."

 

Coach:"Nevermind that. Can we get that satellite hooked up to show us Candie sunbathing?"

 

MC:"Coach, enough already. Fans, when we come back, it's main event time. The General Manger slot is on the line. Tim Moysey vs. Northstar is up NEXT~!"

[Zack Malibu 0]

Cole: Coach, can you imagine a world, a show, where someone like Northstar could possibly be General Manger?

 

Coach: Oh c'mon. It wouldn't be that bad, would it?

 

Cole: Oh yes it would! Northstar is an attempted murder, a ditz, a two faced liar and some sort of glorified cult leader. You really think that things would be okay with him as our General Manger?

 

Coach: Eh, as long as he crosses the t's and dot's the i's on my pay check, I'm cool mack daddy.

 

Cole: Coach, look beyond your wallett. Northstar holds a petty grudge against every OAOAST superstar who's not in the Acolytes of Northstar and not named Ragdoll or Calvin . If Northstar becomes GM. I gurantee you we will start seeing, dildo insertion loser leaves town matches between Zack Malibu and Mad Matt.

 

Coach: Dildo insertion, eh.......Look, the positives of Northstar being GM far out way the negatives.

 

Cole:What positives?

 

Coach: For one thing, wardrobe and makeup would be better. Northstar hates cold weather so we probably wouldn't have to do any shows in tundra's like Minnesota and western Canada. Also, Northstar knows celebrities. Wouldn't it be cool to have Courtney Cox Arquette as a guest ring announcer? Or have Katie Holmes take on Crystal in a bra and panties match? Hubba hubba!

 

Cole: Did you know that Northstar's friends with Josh Matthews?

 

Coach: No?!

 

Cole: Yes. If Northstar get the GM spot, don't you think he's going to make his good pal J.Math our new announcing partner? If Northstar wins, come next week we'll be helping to usher in the Mathillenium.

 

Coach:......I hope Tim Moysey kills Northstar.

 

*Cue "More to life" by Stacie Orrico"

 

The crowd greets the former 24/7 champion with a chorus of boo's as he saunters out from the back. He's flanked by Acolytes Ice Bucket and Silver Star and carrying Alix piggy back.

 

Announcer: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the HELDOWN GENERAL MANAGER POSITION! Now making his way to ring being accompanied by Ice Bucket, Silver Star and Alix Spezia, from Beverly Hills,CA, weighing in at 190 pounds.....NORTHSTAR!!!

 

Cole: Up until last week, Northstar was the 24/7 champion, but was defeated in an awesome six man tag match by his arch rival Zack Malibu. I truly think that if Northstar was still the 24/7 champion, he wouldn't care about being the General Manger of HD!

 

Coach: Are you saying that Northstar needs a title to feel important.

 

Cole: Not in those words, but yeah that's what I feel.

 

Northstar and Alix hit the ring and are showered with empty beer cups. Alix picks them and launches them back at the audience. She's successful in hitting a few people, mostly little autistic kids. Northstar hops onto the top turnbuckle and blows a kiss to jeering fans.

 

The crowd pops huge when "Hold me down" replaces "More to life", signaling the arrival of Tim Moysey. Moysey stands still at the edge of the entrance ramp. Northstar leans over the ropes and makes kissy faces at him.

 

Crowd: Tim! Tim! Tim!

 

Tim solemnly heads towards the ring. He climbs the top turnbuckle, pumps his fist and jumps into the squared circle.

 

Cole: The history between Tim Moysey and Northstar is well documented. From the Sminky moniker, to the attempted murder, but it all comes to a head here as both these men will square off for control of HD!

 

(The time keeper rings the bell and we're underway)

 

The two wrestlers circle each other. They assume a boxing stance. Northstar steps forward and grabs a piece Tim's shirt. Moysey tries to struggle free but Northstar's grip is to tight. With his free hand he unloads a series of punches to the back of Tim's head. Moysey attempt to break free is met with a right cross to the cheek. Northstar pulls Moysey to the mat by his shirt and continues to punch him in the back of the head.

 

Cole: This looks more like a hockey fight then a wrestling match.

 

Northstar backs away from Moysey. Much to displeasure of the crowd, Northstar begins his posing routine. In the middle of the Superman pose, Moysey hits a double leg take down. Northstar pops back up and gets caught in a lock up. Moysey backs Northstar into corner. Before anything can be done, Northstar wisely ducks his neck under the ropes.

 

Crowd: You're a pussy! You're a pussy! You're a pussy!

 

Lock up one more time. Northstar pushes Moysey to the edge of the ring. Despite Moysey's resistance, Northstar is able to dump him over the ropes. Ice Bucket and Silver Star pounces on him while Alix shares brownie recipes with the referee. Outside the ring, Northstar and his Acolytes team up to hit Tim Moysey with a triple super kick!

 

Coach: Wow! That was cool!

 

Cole: Yeah, blatant cheating and disregard for the rules is so cool.

 

Coach: Don't be a sqaure.

 

Northstar gorilla presses Tim Moysey back into the ring. He goes straight for his now famous chinlock. When Moysey's about to power out, Northstar switches to the reverse chinlock.

 

Crowd: Northstar's gay! Northstar's gay!

 

Moysey manages to get to his feet. Northstar breaks the hold and kicks Moysey in the gut. Powerbomb attempt is turned into a back body drop which rolled through for a pin by Northstar! 1....2...kick out!

 

Coach: That was to close. I was about to tell you to scoot over to make room for J.Math.

 

Northstar nails Moysey with a breakdown. He moon walks his way over to the corner. As he climbs to the top rope, the crowd showers him with catcalls.

 

Northstar (on top rope): Get up Tiny Tim! Get up!

 

Moysey gets to his feet. On cue Northstar leaps off the top with a cross body block. Moysey catches Northstar! Fall away slam by Moysey! Northstar is out! Tim heads up top. Before he can even attempt a move, Alix hops onto the ring apron, and yanks his foot out from under him. Tim lands balls first onto the turnbuckle.

 

Cole: Damn Alix to hell. Damn the Church of Northstar to hell. Damn Brock to hell. Damn everyone to hell!

 

Coach: Even me?

 

Cole: Oh yes. Especially you.

 

Northstar hops to his feet and lazily stumbles over to Moysey. He guffaws at the GM's position and then climbs the top turnbuckle. He leaps into the air for a top rope hurricanrana but Moysey reverses it into a top rope POWERBOMB! EAT THAT, BTICH!

 

Cole: Big time move by Tim Moysey! If Northstar hadn't wasted his time guffawing like a little kid, he could've put Tim Moysey away with that hurricanrana. Thank good for Northstar's arrogance. That's the only time I'll say that.

 

Moysey grabs Northstar's legs and slingshots him against the turnbuckle. When Northstar stumbles backwards Moysey catches him with a German suplex! Northstar fights out of second German suplex attempt. His enziguri gets ducked and Moysey locks on the SCREAMS OF NO REPLY!

 

Coach: That's Anglesault's move!

 

Cole: Tim's taking a page out of his old enemy's play book.

 

Alix hops back onto the ring apron and distracts the referee. This allows Silver Star to get into the ring and super kick Moysey! Alix lets the refree go once Silver Star exits the ring.

 

Crowd: Bulllllshit. Bullllshit.

 

Cole: Jesus, this is what we're going to see during every match if Northstar becomes GM! Constant interference and run ins and a total disregard for established rules.

 

Tim goes for a pin, it gets a two count. He scoops Northstar up and hits a Canadian back breaker. Surfboard by Moysey. After about a minute, Northstar powers out and nails Tim with an exploder suplex. Choking by Northstar. A punch to the nose by Moysey ends the choking session. Moysey gets to his feet but Northstar puts him back down with tear drop suplex.

 

Cole: For the most part, Northstar's maintained control of this match. Any chance Tim's playing possum?

 

Coach: I don't think so. If he could've beat Northstar by now, he would've.

 

Northstar levels Moysey with a spinning wheel kick! He locks on a Lion tamer! Moysey almost makes it to the ropes but Alix pulls them away! Northstar drags Tim back to the center of the ring! With great effort, Moysey's able to crawl his way back to the ropes, but this time Ice Bucket pulls them away! With no other option besides submitting left, Moysey summons the last of his strength and powers out of the move! Northstar comically flies half way across the ring!

 

Coach: Forget using the ropes, Tim's taking the MAN'S way out!

 

Moysey shoots Northstar a cruel look before charging forward and spearing him OUTSIDE OF THE RING! Northstar lands head first on the mat!

 

Crowd: Oooooooh damn!

 

Cole: I don't mean to steal JR's lines, but folks, those mats are for show only, they aren't mattress, they aren't pillows, they're about an inch thick and if you land on them head first, you're in trouble.

 

Moysey staggers over to the French announce table. He rips out one of the monitors and stares wildly at the fallen Northstar. Sensing Moysey's plan to harm his boss, Silver Star makes a mad dash for the current GM. He's greeted with a monitor to the face! Ice Bucket gets the same treatement. Alix won't even bother to come over.

 

Coach: Normally, it makes me pretty gosh darn angry when they use our monitors but this is a sepcial occassion. Go get him Tim!

 

Moysey lifts the monitor over high above his head and lowers it straight down on Northstar's skull! Northstar falls to the ground hard. Moysey hurls the monitor at Alix who's barley able to dodge it. He rams Northstar's face into the steel ring post, cracking his bright orange snow boarding goggles. Moysey rips the goggles off of Northstar's face and uses them to whip the shit out of poor Northstar!

 

Ref(leaning over the ropes): Sir, let's get this back in the ring.

 

Moysey holds his hand in the air, signaling that he needs more time outside the ring. He picks Northstar up in a back body drop position and then tosses him into the steel ring post, DICK FIRST! Northstar tumbles to the ground as the crowd gasps at Tim's twisted brutality.

 

Ref: Get back in the ring, sir!

 

Moysey: SHUT UP!

 

Coach: I thought Tim's cardinal rule was to respect authority. That sure didn't look very respectful to me. Also, isn't Tim sort of crossing the line by tossing Northstar's crown jewels into the ring post and throwing a monitor at Alix?

 

Cole: His job is on the line. Respect and good sportsmanship have gone out the window. If Tim loses this match, he's gone. He's back to the unemployment line.

 

Moysey tosses Northstar over the barricade and into the audience. He hops over the barricade while Northstar tries in vain to run away. The crowd pats Moysey on the back as he chases down the man who wishes to take his job. Moysey catches up to poor Northstar and knocks him down with a clothesline to the back! Moysey grabs a camera from a sexy female fan and takes a picture of a bloody and bruised Northstar!

 

Coach: That's a nice take home souvenir!

 

Moysey motions for the crowd to give him some room. Once they back away, he hooks Northstar in face lock and then gives him a stalling vertical suplex on to the cold concrete!

 

Cole: I think that move may have taken just as much out of Tim as it did Northstar.

 

Coach: Not quite. At least Tim could brace himself for the impact.

 

Moysey slowly gets back up. He goes for another vertical suplex but Northstar flips out of it. He grabs a beer bottle from a fan and smashes it against Moysey's face! The pieces of the bottle fall to ground in sync with Moysey's body. Northstar grabs another beer bottle and does more of the same with it. Drops of blood fall like rain from Moysey's forehead. Northstar exchanges expletives with various members of the audience before slinging Moysey over his shoulder. With Moysey in hand, he starts to walk all the way back to ring.

 

Cole: Tim's out of it. I knew he shouldn't have tried that damn suplex.

 

Northstar throws Moysey over the barricade and they're back to the outside of the ring. Northstar rips away the outside padding, that doesn't have much give in the first place. He scoops Moysey up and gives him an Alabamaslam onto the exposed concrete!

 

Cole: That's what Tim should've done. Northstar just knocked Tim out without doing any damage to himself.

 

Coach: Speaking of damage can you imagine what that move did to Tim's back?

 

Northstar rolls Tim into the ring. He makes his own entrance by doing a sling shot knee drop onto Tim's back! Northstar hooks Moysey's legs and gives a him reverse sling shot. A move that causes Moysey's back to crash into the turnbuckle. Northstar follows that up with a turnbuckle clothesline. He hops onto the ropes than springboards off with a drop kick to Moysey's upper back! Northstar picks Moysey up and hits him with an under hook back breaker!

 

Coach: Michael, Tim's not an active wrestler any more. I'm not trying to say he's out of shape, but his body isn't used to taking this sort of physical punishment. Can he hold up much longer?

 

Cole: I'm not sure. I'm really not sure.

 

Northstar's got Moysey in a Bow and Arrow back breaker hold. Moysey's elevated in the air as Northstar puts pressure on his enemies back by pulling on his neck and legs. Moysey manages to slip out of the hold. Before he can go on the attack, Northstar applies the torture rack.

 

Crowd: Don't tap out! Don't tap out!

 

Cole: Shades of Lex Luger.

 

Moysey breaks free of the hold! Northstar grounds him with a pump handle suplex! He kicks Moysey in the back before heading to the top rope. He jumps off but gets caught with a boot to the face by Moysey!

 

Cole: Tim just countered Northstar's move! But, does he have enough energy to capitalize on his opportunity?

 

Moysey crawls over to Northstar and goes for the pin

 

1....2........KICK OUT!!

 

Cole: Damn it. Tim, didn't hook the leg. He's so out of it that he forget to hook the leg.

 

Moysey fires off a spinning back elbow and hits a scoop slam . He heads up top and comes off with a SWAN DIVE HEADBUTT!!! It conncets with Northstar's chest! Moysey goes back up top and comes off with another SWAN DIVE HEAD BUTT!

 

Pin attempt 1....2....KICK OUT! Tim goes for another pin but it still gets a two count!

 

Coach: That may have been Tim's best chance to win this match.

 

Cole: It might also be his last.

 

Moysey backs Northstar to corner. He fires off a series of right jabs to Northstar's face. He goes for multiple shoulder thrusts, but Northstar rolls through the third attempt. Instead of going for a pin, Northstar slaps on the LIONTAMER! Tim reaches for the ropes but Northstar pulls him to the center of the ring!

 

Crowd: Let's go Tim! Let's go Tim!

 

Moysey makes an effort to power out of the move, but Northstar's grip is to tight. Doing his best to delay the inevitable, Moysey tries to fight his way back to the ropes. Northstar easily drags him back to the center of the ring. Northstar howls like a rabid werewolf as he applies more and more pressure to Moysey's injured back.

 

Cole: Don't do it Tim! Please, don't give up. Fight through this. Please.

 

Realizing, this match, his career and his time on heldDOWN are all but over, Tim submits to Liontamer.

 

The referee calls for the bell, as the crowd angrily and violently expresses their displeasure with the outcome.

 

Announcer: Your winner and new heldDOWN General Manager.......NORTHSTAR!!

 

The fallen Acolytes of Northstar get to their feet. They head into the ring and shake hands with their boss. Fireworks go off and orange and black. confetti rains down from ceiling in between blasts. Northstar goes from ring post to ring post, pounding his chest like Tarazan and letting the crowd know that he's now officially in charge!

 

Coach: Michael, I can't say I'm surprised by the outcome. I sure as hell aint happy about it, but I'm not surprised.

 

Cole: Neither am I. At this point in time, I just want to say thanks to Tim Moysey. When they announced the roster split a lot of us were worried about HD! We had so many rookies and youngsters on our brand and so much turnover with Superstar and Angle Plex leaving, that we didn't know if we'd succeed.

 

Coach: That's right. And we did have some growing pains, but Tim Moysey never lost faith in any one associated with heldDOWN. He stuck by us and gave us his conditional love and support, and it's because of him that we're the dominant brand in sports entertainment. Without Tim's guidance and leadership, I truly believe that this show would've been canceled, months ago.

 

Cole: I think the only thing left to be said is, Thanks Tim.

 

Coach: You'll be missed, buddy.

 

::Commercial Break::

[Zack Malibu 0]

MC:"Fans, we already know that we can expect Zack Malibu here next week, as well as Panther vs. Brock Ausstin. Now with Northstar in charge, I honestly don't know what to expect, but our cameras are in the back, trying to get a word with the new General..."

 

::"Smells Like Teen Spirit" cuts Michael Cole off in mid-sentence.::

 

MC:"Now THIS I didn't expect either!"

 

CWM storms out from the back, pulling the 24/7 strap off of his waist and tossing it into the ring. CWM calls for Michael Buffer to hand him the mic, and when Buffer does, CWM shoves him off the apron and to the floor.

 

CWM:"Zack Malibu...I saw your little speech earlier. You're a big man when you're hiding miles away in one of your little party places. You think I care that I have to fight all day and all night to keep this belt? You think I don't know what that means? You have no idea what I can do to you, or anybody else who gets with me. However, I think it's about time to prove to you, to the fans, and to the roster that it's not Tim, or Northstar, or even you who's in charge of this place. It's me. See this belt? It's mine. I take it wherever I go. See this ring? I can do whatever I want to it. I can spraypaint all over it, like this..."

 

CWM pulls out a spray can, and starts writing "CWM" across the canvas. Suddenly, the crowd pops, as HeldDOWN~! Cheif of Security Charlie Hoss comes running out from the back!

 

CWM:"Oh, you want a piece? C'mon chump, I'll even put the belt up for grabs, let's go!"

 

Charlie gets up on the apron, when suddenly he's pulled to the floor by two men who have hopped the railing!

 

MC:"Oh Jesus, we've got fans over the railing, get security out there!"

 

One man, clad in a black track suit, and the other, a slim man with long flowing hair and a thin goatee, start hammering on Charlie, then throw him into the ring. CWM then waves the men on, inviting them into the ring, and the three of them start beating on Charlie!

 

Coach:"What the hell? CWM is helping THE FANS?"

 

MC:"I don't think they're fans, Coach!"

 

Now a man clad in a three piece suit hops the railing and starts climbing the steps, waving on a HUGE hoss of a man, ordering him into the ring. CWM throws Charlie Hoss towards him, right into a SICK lariat that flips Charlie over before sending him to the mat!

 

Coach:"Oh my GOD! I've never seen Charlie taken off his feet before!"

 

CWM, grunting because he's moving so fast, pacing around, picks up the mic.

 

CWM:"Malibu, everyone...this is what it's come to. I might come from The Underground, but that doesn't mean you're above me. You are not better than us!"

 

The four men lay the boots into Charlie Hoss, who is being worn down by the numbers game. Suddenly, the fans pop HUGE as someone walks out to the ramp, a face unseen on HeldDOWN~! in months...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE SUPERSTAR~!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MC:"WHAT THE HELL! THE SUPERSTAR IS HERE!"

 

COACH:"He's a HeldDOWN~! original!

 

Superstar looks at the scene in the ring, and is weilding a wooden baseball bat. CWM sees him, and sneers, taking the mic again.

 

CWM:"You? You want some of this? Do your worst, bitch!"

 

Superstar nods, then spins around...AND STARTS SMASHING UP THE HELDDOWN SET WITH THE BAT~!

 

MC:"What the hell!"

 

Smashing the support beams for the AngleTron, the pyro bases, everything in his path, the Superstar lays waste to the HeldDOWN~! set before coming down to the ring, showered in the boos of the fans.

 

MC:"This is insane. Tim's out of it, he's out of a job, Zack's not here...what do we do?"

 

Coach:"What CAN we do?"

 

Charlie Hoss lay in the ring a beaten and bloody pulp. CWM rolls him onto his stomach, then STANDS ON HIM, as he speaks.

 

CWM:"I told you, I knew what I had to do. Can't trust any of you bitches here, so I went to my roots. To a home. To The Underground. We're here, and we're not going to be run off. Maliub, you wanna play hero? Even the hero has to die sometime!"

 

CWM tosses the mic down, as his group smirk and applaud each other. Just then, ANOTHER HUGE crowd cheer perks up...

 

 

 

 

CABOOSE IS ON THE RAMP!

 

 

CWM seems genuinely shocked now, as do Superstar and the unnamed people. Caboose looks up at the ring, while the gang inside of it stare him down...

 

 

And we fade out.

[Zack Malibu 0]

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Northstar

Mad Matt

Panther

CWM

Zack Malibu

Caboose

Damaramu