Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted July 15, 2004 OAOAST HeldDOWN~! “I Like” by Katy Rose plays as the opening video flashes onto TV screens across the world. After it’s done the logo for License to Pin is shown followed by the logo that has faithfully represented sports entertainment’s flag ship show.... We cut to the arena where wrestling fanatics from all around the great state of Oregon have packed every seat in the house! The pyro explodes on the entrance ramp, wowing the crowd with it’s vibrant display of colors! MICHAEL COLE Hello world! Welcome to Portland, Oregon the home of the Portland Trail Blazers and some of the best fish money can buy! I’m Michael Cole, joined as always by Jonathan Coachman and Caboose! CABOOSE Yes, welcome comrades to the never ending hell that my life has become. Boys, we’re heading into one of our most unique pay per view extravaganzas yet, License To Pin: This ain’t Oz featuring the first ever Emperor of Death tourney. Gentlemen if I was placed in death match with both of you, I’d disembowel you both, skin Coach alive and separate Cole’s spinal cord from his puny emaciated body. Then I’d reign supreme as the unchallenged Emperor of Death and a large monument made out of solid gold would be erected in my honor outside of OAOAST headquarters. Employees would be forced to pay tribute to me daily or risk the punishment of being skinned and tossed into a pool of salt water. COACH That sounds fun, but can you kill me after the show? I only get paid if I work the full two hours. *1….2…..3! HIT IT!* *“Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)” blasts over the loudspeakers as The Mad Cappa walks out of the entranceway to a roaring reaction from the crowd. With a microphone in his hand, he slowly walks down to ringside with a smile on his face. Along the way, he stops to slap hands with some of the fans sitting ringside while the crowd begins to loudly chant “CAPPA! CAPPA!”* COLE Listen to these fans! They just love The Mad Cappa! CABOOSE I’m not surprised. The average wrestling fan seems to love dishonest sneak-attackers. The Mad Cappa slips nicely into that group. *After getting in the ring, he raises his arms up to the people and receives an even louder reaction. The Mad Cappa slowly raises the microphone to his face and begins to talk* CAPPA So…..was I missed? *Once again, the crowd starts chanting “CAPPA! CAPPA!” as Cappa, with a wide smile across his face, slowly signals them to quiet down* CAPPA Just wanted to make sure. Listen everybody, I didn’t come out here to start rambling on like some of these other guys might. I came out here to explain something simple and to make an important announcement. Last week, I ran out to the ring after what was admittedly a hard-fought matchup and I…….well, to put it simply, I capped Drek Stone right out of his shoes! *The fans start cheering* CAPPA Right. In my opinion, I did a pretty damn good job. But then we have people like Caboose over there……yeah, hi Caboose…..that started screaming that I was using cheap tactics, and that my actions were deplorable, and blah blah blah, all that other nonsense. Well, let me make this as simple as possible. When I get hit in the head with a hammer, as crazy as this might sound….I start seeking revenge. And if it took me coming out there, when Drek Stone least expected it, to get at least a minor portion of that revenge, so be it. But, truth be told……..he ain’t seen nothing yet. Now, as for my announcement…. Woke Up This Morning Got Yourself A Gun Mama Always Said You’d Be The Chosen One *Drek Stone steps out of the entranceway to a LOUD chorus of boos. With the OAOAST Italian Championship hefted across his shoulder, Drek stands at the top of the ramp with a microphone in his hand. He stares at Cappa irritably for a few seconds, yet for some reason, seems to have somewhat of a grin on his face* DREK That was just a tiny portion of revenge, was it, Cappa? Call that disgusting sneak-attack whatever you want. However, the cold hard truth is that……that was the only measure of revenge you’ll ever be getting against me. You’re not above the law, Cappa. What you did last week was trespass into this arena, assault me after a match in which you had no part in, then escaped arrest afterwards. You might have been able to run away from the police last week, but I personally made sure you wouldn’t be so lucky tonight. You need to be taught, just as all criminals do, the proper away to act. COACH Don’t tell me…. COLE After all the stuff he’s done, he couldn’t possibly have… DREK Officers? *Five police officers march out of the entranceway and slowly march past Drek towards ringside. Without pause, the cops begin to enter the ring until they’re surrounding the Mad Cappa* DREK You’ll never get another shot at the Italian Championship! NEVER! Not while you’re rotting in prison. Cappa, you took things a little too far last week. That sledgehammer attack after the Great Angle Bash……see, that was just child’s play. But what you did last week…..you need to pay your debt to society now. Officers, arrest that man! *Cappa looks out to the crowd who are basically pleading with him to start attacking the police officers. He lifts his arm up high like he’s ready to strike one of them. But he suddenly holds out both arms in front of one of the policeman, and allows the cop to handcuff his arms behind his back. The fans begin to loudly boo as these policemen guide Cappa out of the ring* COACH Oh, Caboose, Drek is SUCH a respectable wrestler, isn’t he?! It’s allright for Drek to hit Cappa with a sledgehammer, but he immediately calls the cops if Cappa attacks back. This is not how we do in the hood, I’ll tell you that! CABOOSE Cappa should be THANKING Drek for doing this! Don’t you see? Drek called the cops in order to protect The Mad Cappa. Now Cappa will get to sit in a jail cell – hopefully for a few years – away from the rage of Drek. If Cappa was walking around free right now, who knows what Drek might have had in store for him. Again, you don’t realize the humanitarian ways of this man. *The cops start walking up the rampway with the Mad Cappa in custody. However, after they walk past Drek Stone, Drek begins to follow them with a smirk on his face. The camera follows them backstage as they walk past the Gorilla Position and towards the locker rooms.* DREK Wait…..wait…..take a right here. *The policemen comply and, instead of walking straight to the parking lot, take a right down the hallway. They walk for a few more feet, with Drek’s smile still remaining on his face. They finally stop at a door at the end of the hallway, pretty much isolated from everybody else.* DREK Okay, in here. This is perfect. *Drek opens the door, and the cops start trying to drag Cappa into the room. He begins to struggle, attempting to get out of their grasp, but with his wrists handcuffed, it’s nearly impossible. The officers are able to get him into the room and close the door behind them, leaving Drek standing there by himself for a little while* COLE What the hell could this be about? CABOOSE The Mad Cappa wasn’t complying. They probably had to bust out the mace. Hopefully, they used their nightsticks too! *After a few seconds of waiting, one of the officers opens the door.* OFFICER Okay, Mr. Stone. Everything is all set up. *Drek pulls out his wallet and hands over a fistful of dollars to the policeman. With a smile, the cop waves out the other four officers. They walk out of the room with emotionless looks on their faces. Drek, with a cautious grin, walks into the room, but then lets out a loud laugh. The camera follows him, and we can now see that the Mad Cappa has had his arms cuffed around a chair* DREK I warned you, Cappa. You couldn’t let this thing die at the Great Angle Bash. You couldn’t let it end when I banged your head off of that ring bell. You couldn’t let it end when I drove that sledgehammer into your face. You just couldn’t accept the fact that I proved I was the better wrestler, and that you would no longer soil this company with that piece of tin formerly called the Puerto Rican Title.You wanted to get revenge on me last week. Well, Cappa….. *Drek slowly walks right over to the Mad Cappa and stares face-to-face with him* DREK ……I’m a whole lot better at this revenge angle. *Both men continue to stare at each other with looks of anger as the camera fades away into a commercial* (Go break) (Return from break) COLE Well folks..it's time to announce some new particpants for the Emperor of Death sixteen man single elimination deathmatch tournament to take place over two nights at License To Pin: This Ain't Oz! COACH Joining "Shooter" Jay Darring, SB87, Nate, Mikey, Sly Sommers, Hoff, Scotty Static, and Drek Stone in the tournament will be Johnny Jackson, Cuban Wall, Vitamin X, and Chris Stevens. CABOOSE This tournament's shaping up quite nicely...and don't forget: there's still four more open slots left... COLE Actually, there's three...you see, the Board of Directors heard Sly Sommers's case to put him versus Calvin Szechstein in the first round, and they've made a decision. They've decided that Calvin will be in the tournament...but he will NOT be facing Sly Sommers in the second round. They've decided that they won't throw out such a huge match for just the opening round of this tournament. But, since each round's opponents will be chosen by random draw, they could face each other in any other round that they both advance to! Camera cuts to backstage, where we see Sly Sommers kind of smirk, but then angrily walk off from the monitor. Jackie Gayda then catches up to him for an interview... JACKIE Sly, why are you mad? Calvin's in the tournament... SLY But I don't get first crack at him. I want to take him out at one hundred percent. And plus...this gives Cal the chance to wimp out and get himself pinned and eliminated in the first round before I get to destroy him! But I'm not mad...or at least I won't be after I get through making an example of Phoenix later! (Sly goes into the locker room and slams the door...and the Rave and Assault Squad exit out of Locker Room B and rush past Jackie. The cameraman follows them as they run into the arena. Nate and Mikey rush into the ring, and SB87 grabs Michael Buffer's microphone...) SB87 What's up, bitches? Last week, me and my boys laid down a challenge for a four-way match in the Emperor of Death tournament called Parental Indiscretion 2: Daredevil's Delight. We'd have tables, ladders, chairs, a giant platform above and around the ring, and other stuff to beat each other with. Guess what? No one's accepted our invitation as of yet. So whoever wants some...can get their pansy ass out here now! COLE Wait...there's an incident backstage with Rick Edwards and J. Arthur...take it away! *Backstage we see a whole group of officials holding two men back as there is a lot of shouting* RICK You son of a bitch!! You’re family! I trusted you! J. ARTHUR Don’t you get it!? I did it for you man! You don’t need them. I’ve made you into twice the person you were before and you should be thanking me! *Rick tries to break free of the officials, but they hold him back* RICK Thanks to you I’ve managed to alienate everyone that ever cared about me! You lied to me! J. ARTHUR I gave you a new life and I gave you a job! Haven’t you liked the nice bonuses The Boss has given you? Didn’t I see you driving a new car!? RICK You know what!? You can keep the money and the car…I quit your stupid law firm! *J. Arthur lunges forward, but the officials stop him* J. ARTHUR You can’t quit! Do you realize what you’re doing? You are throwing away all the progress you made! You are setting yourself up for disappointment and failure! RICK You’re the disappointment and the only failure was my failure to see through your bull! J. ARTHUR Fine you’ve chosen your path! If you care so much about these people then maybe you should go check on your buddy Eddy Kalm! He just got out of his meeting with Mr. Cain. *Rick’s face turns a pale white as he breaks away from the officials and runs down a hallway. A cameraman follows him and we get a shaky picture as he runs down the hall. Finally Rick reaches the locker room and runs in. We see Eddy lying on the ground unconscious and the locker room is a mess. Rick stands there with a shocked look on his face. J. Arthur shows up behind him.* J. ARTHUR You chose him over me? RICK You’re insane…your boss is insane…and Cain is psychotic. If you want to beat someone down then why don’t you just face me in the ring instead of attacking defenseless people? J. ARTHUR There’s not going to be a match between us Rick! You may have decided to turn your back on family, but I haven’t. One way or another I will convince you of the error of your ways and I’m sure you’ll come back. *J. Arthur leaves as Rick looks pissed* (Cut back to the arena) SB87 What the hell was that? I see how it works...we're not "important", so you guys feel like you can cut away from us whenever. Well, that's fine...I think we just found ourselves an opponent. Guys, follow me... (The Rave and Assault Squad go backstage.) COACH Folks...this entire place is in shambles. Sly Sommers's threatening to destroy an enhancement talent tonight, Rick Edwards's associate J. Arthur Edwards has lost it, and the Rave and Assault Squad have "found their guy"? COLE Folks, we NEED to take a break...more hD~! in 3! (Go to break) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted July 15, 2004 (Return from break) *all of the lights in the arena go out as The Misfits “Scarecrow Man” begins to play. A green light bathes the entrance way as the shadowy figures of Skull Mask and Skull Kid appear in the entrance way. Both men stoically look at the crowd before heading down to the ring. They climb in as Skull Mask stands stoically in the middle of the ring with Skull Kid climbing the ropes and showing the emotion he showed last week with a look of disdain to the crowd.* ANNOUNCER Ladies and Gentleman the following match is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring from Mexico City! Weighing in at 323 pounds.......SKULL MASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Skull Mask raises one hand to the sky still with no expression on his face as Skull Kid walks by and grabs the microphone from the announcer.* SKULL KID Damaramu! I told you last week what a lowly pawn you were! Well a lowly pawn doesn’t even deserve a proper entrance! Just get to this ring right now and fight Mask! Get out here! NOW! *Skull Kid throws down the microphone and stands looking for Damaramu. Metallica’s “Unforgiven” begins to play as Damaramu appears on the entrance way with Ryan Smith. He gives Ryan Smith a high five and suddenly charges the ring!* COLE And here we go! Former partners dueling it out! *Skull Kid clears the ring as Damaramu and the big beast begin to slug it out. Skull Mask however gets the better of Damaramu and whips him into the ropes. Dama comes flying back through ducking a clothesline. Skull Mask turns around and is met with a vicious flying forearm! Mask however doesn’t go down but Damaramu is in his face delivering hard chops to the chest! Mask is reeling into the corner and Damaramu takes the opportunity to stomp a mudhole into him! Dama keeps stomping until Skull Mask is sitting down. Then he hits the opposite turnbuckle and baseball slides into Mask’s crotch! Mask writhes in pain, still no expression on his face as Dama gets back up and grabs him by the hair. Dama pulls the beast to his feet and begins to deliver hard punches to the face before whipping him into the opposite turnbuckle. Mask begins to fall forward out of the corner as Dama hits the ropes and lands a bulldog!* COLE Dama is taking the fight right to him! COACH No fear! *Dama goes for a quick cover! 1! 2!!! Kick out with authority!!! Dama is quickly back on the beast punching him while he is down. Skull Mask starts to stand but Dama comes up behind him and grabs him.....backdrop driver! Dama hits the ropes....legdrop! Dama hits the ropes again......Skull Kid grabs his foot! Dama turns around to say something to him giving Mask enough time to recover. Smith heads over to yell at Kid but the ref sticks his head out stopping any ensuing brawl. Dama turns around and walks right into a big boot! Mask is on him with ferocity though! Mask pulls Dama up by the throat and tosses him into the corner. Mask goes in with an avalanche and then grabs Dama by the throat with both hands before tossing him out of the corner! Dama is visibly shaken up by the throw but he tries to make it to his feet with the help of the ropes. But Skull Mask is still on him with clubbing blows to the back!* COLE I think in there time together Skull Mask learned the easiest way to beat Damaramu! You have to stay all over him! *Mask pulls Dama into the center of the ring and grabs him by the throat. Dama struggles but Mask easily hoists him up high and delivers a devastating chokeslam!!! Mask with a cover! 1!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!! Dama kicks out!* COLE That was close! COACH Such power that Mask wields! *Mask once again pulls Dama to his feet and hooks him between his legs getting ready to deliver his devastating helicopter sit out powerbomb! Mask lifts him and spins.......DAMA REVERSES INTO A DDT! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!* COLE What a counter! Dama learned something in all there time together! COACH We all know it about Dama and so should Mask! He’s an opportunist and if you give him an inch he takes a mile! *Both men struggle to there feet at the same time. Skull Mask rushes Damaramu trying to get the jump but Dama ducks.....super kick! The beast is dazed! Damaramu goes to the second rope as Skull Mask staggers towards the corner! Dama grabs him around the head and leaps off......reverse DDT!!!! Dama goes for the cover! 1!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SKULL KID WITH A FROGSPLASH OFF THE TOP ROPE!* DING! DING! DING! ANNOUNCER The winner of the bout as a result of a disqualification........DAMARAMU! *Ryan Smith is quickly in the ring however as he rushes Skull Kid spearing him and delivering hard rights and lefts as Damaramu pulls himself to his feet collecting himself and shaking the cobwebs loose. Skull Kid is trying to fight back but Smith is all over him and Mask is still out! Dama rushes to Ryan Smith and pulls him off of Skull Kid pulling him to his feet!* SMITH What!? What’s wrong? DAMA(in smith’s face) Well......HE’S MINE! *Dama turns and pounces on Skull Kid delivering his own rights and lefts!* SMITH That’s not fair! We can both have him! *Smith pulls Dama off and pulls Skull Kid to his feet grabbing him in a full nelson as Dama begins to deliver hard rights and lefts. As soon as Dama is finished Smith snaps backwards dropping Kid with a hard Dragon Suplex! Both men exit the ring as the fans cheer them on.* COLE Damaramu and Ryan Smith get some measure of revenge for the threats that were issued to them 2 weeks ago by Skull Kid! COACH Some!? Words can’t hurt! What Dama and Smith did hurt though! *Both men stand at the top of the entrance ramp with there hands held high as the fans cheer like mad for them.* (Go to break) (Return from break) In a hallway backstage... Stephen Joseph WHAT the HELL do you mean no one signed up for a match? Crew Member #1 (Let's call him Bob) I mean no one signed up for a match. Stephen Joseph Those fu.... WHY NOT? "Bob" Umm. Well Sir? You're not exactly popular. Stephen Joseph No shit. But shouldn't that make people WANT to fight me? "Bob" Umm. Well...Sir? No offense, but after what Black did to you... You're not exactly in shape to wrestle. Medical didn't clear you. Stephen Joseph Medical? Watts....Ohhh the bastard Lawyer #1(Ummm...Dave) Mr. Popick? Stephen Joseph Yes suit? "Dave" Your request for PRL to get a title shot was denied by the Board. We can't have a known felon having a chance to represent our fine company. Stephen Joseph But an egotistical asshole, or a guy who sold his soul for a candy bar, or all the other chumps are? "Dave" The decision is final. Sign here. Since you're "Corporate" and all. ::Stephen Joseph takes the pen, and flicks it behind him:: Stephen Joseph 2 more weeks of this shit. "Bob" and "Dave" What's that mean? Stephen Joseph You know boys, how are you going to like it when I'm boss again... "Dave" That can't happen sir. Stephen Joseph Oh really? Hmmm. Well, I guess we'll find out. And oh boys, for your cooperation, I hope you, well, don't have a rough night. ::Stephen Joseph walks off, Bob and Dave are left in the highway:: Bob What's up his ass? Dave I don't talk to roadies. ::The lights pop out:: BAM~! CLUNK! EEP WHIIRRRRR POLKA ::The lights come back on. Bob's on the floor. Dave's on the floor. They're both knocked out. A tire iron lays on the linoleum floor. And a 5 is on the wall:: Elsewhere... Stephen Joseph is walking, a smirk on his face, when his cell phone rings. He answers it, smiling at whoever is on the other end. "That's really excellent news. I'm glad you located the other tape. Burn it." Pause... "Everything's going great. They're here, and I'm going to meet them. I think some people already have." Pause... "No. That won't be necessary. I'm sure someone will challenge me before then. After all, I'm the most hated man in the OAOAST, nevermind the chump. I'm sure we'll get that chance." Pause... "PRL? Send him some cookies. I'm sure he's fine." Pause... "The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist. It'll be good to see you again old friend." ::Click:: Stephen Joseph puts the phone back into his pocket, and walks off, stage left, right past another 5. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted July 15, 2004 (edited) We cut to ringside, where a man in a black karate gi is standing in the ring. BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Currently in the ring, weighing in at 234 pounds...here is...KUNG...FU...KERRY!!!!!! Kerry punches and kicks at the air, then goes into a series of Power Ranger-esque poses. Suddenly, the arena lights drop, a flashing red light fills the arena, and smoke pours out from the locker room. BUFFER And his opponent...accompanied to the ring by Chris Bryte, hailing from Brooklyn, New York...weighing in tonight at 378 Pounds...THE HAAAAAND~! Bryte leads The Hand through the smoke at the entrance, and the crowd boos in the background as the two head down the ramp to ringside. In the ring, Kerry paces back and forth, frantically. COLE Well fans, Kung Fu Kerry has quite the task ahead of him tonight as he does battle with Chris Bryte's HAND! CABOOSE Cole... COLE Please don't... COACH It's THE HAND~! COLE (rolls eyes) Whatever. Of course, fans, when thinking of Chris Bryte and The Hand, one's mind must go to Panther. Two weeks ago, Chris Bryte said that in order to return to the OAOAST--in order to LEGALLY get his hands on Chris Bryte again--he had to agree to face The Hand one-on-one. The Hand went on to brutalize Panther, leaving him with cracked ribs and various other internal injuries, and since that time, Panther hasn't given a definite response to Bryte's challenge. Panther is uncertain as to whether or not fighting a monster like The Hand would be worth the risk in the long run... CABOOSE Tell it like it is, Cole: Panther's afraid of The Hand! He said so last week, and frankly, I don't blame him. With his bare hands, The Hand was able to fracture Tina's skull, crack Panther's ribs...he even KILLED one guy! The Hand is deadly, Cole, and for Panther to accept this challenge wouldn't just be stupid, it'd be downright suicidal. COLE Maybe. I'm being told through my headset that our producers have been trying to get in touch with Panther all day, hoping to get a definite answer tonight on hD. They've been unsucessful in reaching him thus far...hopefully, their luck will change, and we'll get word from Panther by the end of the night, but right now, The Hand does battle with KUNG FU KERRY! Here we go. Now in the ring, The Hand glares evily at KFK as Bryte shouts instructions from the apron. The music dies down, the lights return to normal, and referee Charles Robinson calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* With the match underway, KFK begins to stalk the stoic monster, contemplating his method of attack. KFK WAAAAAAAAH~! WAAAAAAAAAH~! WWWWWWWAAAAAAAAA-HA~! KFK goes into some stereotypical kung fu poses as The Hand stares at him quizzically. Then, KFK grits his teeth, raises his hands and charges The Hand with a full head of steam-- *WHAM* COACH DAAAAAAAAAAMN! The Hand catches him coming in with a STIFF~! right hand to the face, SHATTERING his nose and causing at least a dozen of KFK's teeth to go flying about the ring. With his opponent lying unconscious and injured on the mat, The Hand nonchalantly places his boot on his chest for the 1...2...3! *DING DING DING* **Cue "Where I'm From" BUFFER Here is your winner: THE HAAAAAAAAAAAND~! COACH That was quick. COLE The Hand making short work of Kung Fu Kerry...and this young man is gonna need medical attention, folks! He's hurt! Indeed, as Bryte heads into the ring to celebrate with his charge, a group of EMTs and officials rush out from the locker room to attend to KFK, who's lying in a somewhat awkward position on the canvas. CABOOSE Did you see that shot, guys?! COLE Let's take another look at the sickening power of The Hand! THE LOGO~! scrolls the screen, taking us to an instant replay, showing Kung Fu Kerry run directly into the huge fist of The Hand. COLE My God! COACH He damn near broke his neck there. We get two more replays of the punch before the logo scrolls the screen one more time, taking us to live action, where KFK is now being loaded onto a stretcher. In the ring, Bryte and The Hand laugh as the poor man is rolled back to the locker room. Then, Bryte calls for a mic from Buffer. Buffer obliges, and the music begins to die down as chants of "WE WANT PANTHER" echo throughout the arena. Bryte chuckles a bit more as he scours the arena--pointing out a sign in the crowd that reads "Panther will glove THE HAND~!" Then, as the chants begin to die down, Bryte raises the mic to his lips and begins to speak. BRYTE So...it seems that everybody here tonight at HeldDOWN wants Panther, eh?! Everybody wants to see the "Champion of Champions" here tonight! Am I right?! CROWD YEAH! BRYTE (chuckles) Well...TOO DAMN BAD, because you won't be seeing Panther ever again--not tonight or any other night for that matter! And you wanna know why?! (pauses for crowd response) It's because PANTHER FEARS THE HAND~! The crowd boos wildly in the background as Bryte smugly tosses his head into the air. The "WE WANT PANTHER" chants start up again, drawing more laughter from the Bryte man. BRYTE Hey...hey...you people don't seem to get it! Panther's gone! Panther's not coming back! You will never see Panther on an OAOAST show again! The crowd boos once more in the background. BRYTE And even if, by some miracle, Panther suddenly grows the balls to accept our challenge...THEN WHAT?! Huh?! I mean, it's not like he's any match of the Hand or anything. I mean, you just take a look back to two weeks ago! Look at just how quickly and how easily The Hand took Panther out that night! One or two punches was all it took to have Panther sitting up in a hospital room with internal injuries. Imagine just what kinda damage The Hand would do in a full one-on-one match against Panther! (crowd boos) That doesn't convince ya, huh? Well, let's take you back to last week, then! "J-Dogg" Johnny Gunn! Panther's former tag partner! Panther's toughest opponent! The Hand took him out and beat his ass in mere SECONDS! (crowd boos) Yeah! It only took a few seconds for The Hand to deal with someone that Panther'd been struggling with for YEARS! And it's like I said last week, if The Hand could take out Panther's toughest oppnent that easily...just what do you think he will do to Panther?! Chants of "Shut the fuck up" start up in the crowd. Bryte shrugs it off, though, and continues. BRYTE But hey...I guess I'm getting ahead of myself, because we all know that there's no way Panther accepts this challenge! We all know that Panther wants no part of The Hand! And why? It's because he's finally seen the light! Panther's realized that what I've been saying all along is...to barrow a phrase...THE FUCKING TRUTH! He's realized that he doesn't belong in a professional wrestling ring anymore! He's realized that he doesn't have what it takes to get it done in this ring! (crowd boos once again) Hey, you people don't have to like it, but you might as well accept the fact that Panther will never be seen in the OAOAST again. Now Panther...I'm sure you're watching this at home, and all I've got left to say to you, pal, is enjoy your life! Spend time with your family! Catch up with all your friends! Live the normal life that you've always wanted to live! Do all the things you wanted to do, but couldn't, because the business got in the way! Have a ball...because as far as I'm concerned, from this moment forward, Panther no longer exists! From this moment forward...PANTHER...IS...DEEEEEEAD! The crowd boos once more in the background, but the boos soon turn to cheers as we're met by the opening chimes of Eminem's "The Way I Am." The crowd pops in the background as a bleached-blonde man steps out onto the stage with a mic in his hand. COLE Hey...THAT'S J-DOGG! CABOOSE J-Dogg?! What's he doing here?! COLE J-Dogg is back! J-Dogg has returned to HeldDOWN~! On stage, Gunn holds his hand into the air, signalling to the tech crew to cut the music. The music dies down and J-Dogg steps to the edge of the stage with the mic raised to his lips. J-DOGG Panther's dead?! (chuckles) That's all good and well...but unfortunately for the two of you, "J-Dogg" Johnny Gunn is ALLLLIIIIIIVE and well! (crowd pops) BRYTE What the hell do you want?! I've got no beef with you, Gunn! J-DOGG Really? (scoffs) I see! Unfortunately, I can't say the same, because what I want, Bryte man, is a piece of both your asses! The crowd goes wild in the background as Gunn glares angrily down to the ring. In the ring, Bryte tries to keep The Hand calm as J-Dogg continues. J-DOGG You see, last week, I got a call from some OAOAST suit saying he wanted me to show up for a match! Now, naturally, it came as no surprise to me, because...well, c'mon! I'm the Best Damn Cruiserweight in the Biz; why wouldn't the OAOAST want me on its show?! (mild pop in the background) CABOOSE What a cocky bastard! J-DOGG So here I am, backstage at HeldDOWN~! I'm in a good mood, ready to come out to the ring and give these people the performance of a lifetime--a performance that before, they could only DREAM of seeing--and all the while, I'm being led to believe that I'm gonna be competing in a Cruiserweight match! BRYTE So?! So there was a miscommunication between you and management last week. What the hell's that got to do with me! J-DOGG Miscommunication my ass, Bryte! You and that jacked up freak set me up last week! BRYTE Um...now wait a minute, guy! You couldn't...(chuckles) you couldn't possibly think... J-DOGG Hey, don't even think of giving me any crap, Bryte! I may not be Einstein, but I know a damn trap when I see one! The two of you lured me here, you keep me in the dark about my opponent, and then try to use my name to make yourselves look good. Nice little game, Bryte, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna let the two of you get off that easily! BRYTE Heh...Johnny, really, man! I can see why you're upset! I mean, it's not easy getting outclassed...getting embarrassed by a superior athlete! But J-Dogg, you've gotta realize-- J-DOGG Bryte, you know, I know, and anybody on the face of this planet who knows me and knows what I'm about knows that on my best day and his worse day, THE HAND COULDN'T EVEN LACE MY BOOTS! The goes "Ooooh" in the background. In the ring, Bryte just laughs. BRYTE (To The Hand) Did he just say...(laughs) J-Dogg! Did you just say what I think you just said?! J-DOGG Oh I said it alright! I could beat The Hand anyday of the week, and not only that, but Bryte, I'm pretty damn sure that I could beat your ass as well! COLE My goodness! J-Dogg... CABOOSE He's a moron! BRYTE Now...J-Dogg, do you realize what you're saying? (Gunn nods affirmatively) Well...gee, Johnny...if you really feel that way...I dunno, Hand, maybe we should give Mr. Gunn an opportunity to back that statement up in the ring. J-DOGG Hey, that's no problem with me! Me against Bryte! Me against The Hand...hell, I'd take you both on! I guarantee you that I could take anybody--any bum off the streets--I could drag him off the streets, sit his ass on the apron and together, I guarantee that we'd beat the both of your asses! BRYTE J-Dogg...once again, I ask do you truly mean that? (Gunn nods again) Alright...so how about we do this...right here tonight... Bryte gets a signal from a ring attendent. BRYTE (to the attendent) No time tonight?! Alright...consider yourself spared for the time being, J-Dogg! But I tell ya what...I'm gonna give you one week's time for you to put your money where your mouth is! I want you to go out onto the streets and get any bum you can find! I don't care what you have to do, Gunn! Search the alleys! Search the train yards! Search every stinkin' cardboard box you can find! But come next week time, I want you to meet me and The Hand in this very ring, and then we'll see if you and this bum can beat our asses! That sound good to you?! J-DOGG That's fine with me! BRYTE Good! Then you're on, J-Dogg for next week, and I promise you, Gunn, it's gonna be your funeral! J-DOGG Heh...we'll see about that next week! Until then, forget about Panther...you two schmucks had better BEWARE...OF...DOGG!!!!!!! "The Way I Am" starts up over the PA system once more as J-Dogg flashes a smile down to the ring. Bryte pats The Hand on the shoulder and points up at Gunn again, repeating the words "It's your funeral." COLE So it looks as if we've got a match for next week! It'll be The Hand and Chris Bryte teaming up with J-Dogg and...well...some bum! COACH You think he's actually gonna bring in a REAL bum? COLE I...I have no clue. CABOOSE Well, I don't know much about this J-Dogg character, but I agree with the man on one thing: he's no Einstein! Anyone who voluntarily steps into the ring with The Hand has gotta be a fucking moron! COLE 'Boose! CABOOSE What?! COLE Language! CABOOSE LICK ASS! Just mark my words: Gunn's gonna be in for it next week! (Go backstage) (Alix Spezia is sitting on a table reading what appears to be a medical journal. Gotta love a woman with brains! Alix’s attempt to expand her mind is cut short when she sees that Candie is walking up to her. The look on Alix’s face isn’t exactly one of joy as she knows Candie is only here to cause trouble.) CANDIE Hello, Alix. How are you? ALIX I was doing fine. CANDIE What are you reading? ALIX A medical journal. I’m doing research. CANDIE For what? ALIX I’m taking a graduate class. You know. Graduate school? Education? Something that you obviously never got. (Candie doesn’t let the insult phase her. Instead she comes back with a barb of her own.) CANDIE You? In graduate school? Give me a break! How many people did you have to sleep with to get into graduate school? ALIX Less then the number of people you have to sleep with to keep your job. (We hear a crowd pop in the background. Candie starts to walk away but stop short when she notices something odd about Alix's medical book. There are pages sticking out past the bottom of the book! Something is awful! Candie decides to investigate. Before Alix can snatch the book away, Candie reaches over it and yanks out.....a magazine!) CANDIE What's this? ALIX Give that back, meanie! CANDIE Tiger Beat? Since when is Aaron Carter an expert on prostate cancer prevention. ALIX Give it back! CANDIE Not in a million and one years! This is way to good! You sit there and lord over me like your Marie Curie and all you're doing is reading some teeny bopper magazine. Heh! You could at least read Cosmo Girl. ALIX Give it back! CANDIE Say it one more time and maybe I really will. ALIX Give it back! CANDIE Nope, didn't work. Heh heh heh! (Red faced with embarrassment Alix desperately tries to take the magazine away from Candie. Candie giggles cruelly as she continues to turn her back towards Alix, preventing the heavily tanned diva from getting back her possession. Candie starts to thumb through the pages of the magazine and stops short when her eyes recognize why Alix has this magazine.) CANDIE Ah ha! Detective Candie solves another case. I know why you've got this rag; for the centerfold. (Candie opens the magazine and reveals the inside centerfold which features a racy (for a teenage girl magazine) spread of Synth Esizer spread out across the silk sheets covering a king sized bed.) CANDIE Hahahhaaa! You've got a crush on Synth! ALIX I do not! CANDIE Do so! How lame. I'm dating the greatest world champion of the modern era and what are you doing? Writing the name of some loser, David Bowie look a like, tag team jobber in your diary. The definition of lame. ALIX It isn't lame and he's not a loser and he's not a jobber! And I'm not writing his name in my diary! I don't have a diary. I have a blog. (Candie continues to look at the centerfold) CANDIE Oh my. What's this? There are kiss marks all over Synth's chest! Hahahaaaa! (Alix finally manages to snatch the magazine out of Candie hands. She rolls up the magazine as if she’s about to smack Candie with it) CANDIE Hmph. Whatever, the damage is done. I’m done here. While you’re kissing a picture of some seventh rate Axl Rose, who wants to be a second rate Alice Cooper, I’ll be spending my night with a real flesh and blood man. And what a man he is. (Candie walks off screen.) ALIX Shit. (Go to break) (Return from break) *The camera opens up to The Mad Cappa still sitting in that chair. Somewhat struggling to get out of the handcuffs, he stops for a moment and shoots a defiant look at Drek, who is now sitting a few feet away* CAPPA You don’t get it, do you, Drek? DREK …..get what? CAPPA Everything. Do you want to know why I attacked you last week? Because it’s time somebody brings you down to earth. Do me a favor. Think back to May. Think back to School’s Out. DREK There’s no reason to… CAPPA Think back to when I proved to the world just who was the better technical wrestler between the two of us. When I proved to every single person watching that night that I was more scientific than you, and overall, a better champion that you could ever hope to be. DREK I don’t think you’re in a position to be telling lies right now. CAPPA At that point, the feud should have been over. I outclassed you and proved you to be nothing more than a pathetic bitch. *The crowd lets out a loud cheer, and a chant of “CAPPA! CAPPA!” breaks out through the arena. Meanwhile, that latest comment got a rise out of Drek, who begins to stand out of his chair* CAPPA But what did you do? You whined and moaned until I decided – as only a respectable, fighting champion could – to grant you yet another shot at the Puerto Rican Title. And what do you do? Hit me with a pair of brass knuckles. Weaken me up and make me bleed, because you KNEW YOU COULD NOT BEAT ME THAT NIGHT! DREK Cappa, seriously now. SHUT…. CAPPA And then, you did manage to beat me at the Great Angle Bash. I can give you props for that. You won the Puerto Rican Title fairly using the rules I laid out. But Drek, when you hit me in the face with that sledgehammer…..you opened up some floodgates that I don’t think you were ready to handle. Ask Tha Puerto Rican. ASK HIM what I do to people who go a little too far. You’re in some serious trouble now, Drek. *SMACK!* *Suddenly, Drek delivers a vicious slap across The Mad Cappa’s face. Many of the fans in the arena let out a loud groan, then immediately start booing noisily. Cappa tries to get up, forgetting that he’s still handcuffed to the chair. Realizing the situation, he sits back down, seething angrily* DREK Nobody wants to hear the sob story, Cappa. CAPPA ……you might. DREK Oh, why is that? CAPPA Because I just came back from a meeting with the Board of Directors. That was why I came out to the ring tonight. To make an announcement that I think would have us both very happy. Remember when you said that I would never get another shot at the Italian Title? DREK …..yeah….. CAPPA Well, it looks like some important OAOAST officials disagreed with you. Because, at License to Pin, you’re going to be defending that title against me. The final encounter between me and you. *The fans start cheering, as Drek kicks over a nearby lamp. He’s clearly not happy at this decision* DREK See the corruption in this federation?! I already beat you once! Why in the hell should I have to do it again?! CAPPA Oh, I forgot to mention one thing… *Cappa takes a long pause, obviously to build the drama of the announcement* CAPPA This thing between me and you…….looks like it’s going to be HELL-IN-A-CELL! *The crowd EXPLODES after hearing this* COLE Wow! The Mad Cappa vs. Drek Stone in a “Hell in the Cell” match at License to Pin! I didn’t think that show could get any wilder! The camera gets a glance of Drek, who has a noticeable look of shock on his face, before fading away to the next commercial* (Go to break) Edited July 16, 2004 by Patty O'Green Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted July 15, 2004 (edited) (Return from break) COACH Well, I've just been informed that both Black T and the New New Midnight Express have been suspended from this week's show for their out of control brawls last week. COLE That's right, some OAOAST staff actually got hurt by their actions! CABOOSE Your mom is not OAOAST staff. And her feelings don't count. COLE She doesn't like to see T.Bod get hurt. She has this thing for him, and I don't blame her actually. You see T.Bod- Cue: Hit Me Verdi One More Time CABOOSE Thank God for that. BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, making their way to the ring, they are the monsters from down below, the masters of pain and misery, the biggest tag team in the OAOAST today...at a total combined weight of SEVEN HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO POUNDS, the Devilman, JIIIIIIIIINGUS and the SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADIST- HELL'S HITMEN! The massive duo make their way to the ring to crowd antagonism. COLE These guys aren't popular for their attack on the GPX two weeks ago. CABOOSE What about last week? Those dancing runts knocked Hell's Hitmen out with cameras! Expensive technology to the head! HH climb into the ring and face their opponents. BUFFER And their opponents, already in the ring, total combined weight four hundred twenty nine pounds, they are Dr. Stephen Pigley and Dr. Max Anderson, the LOVE DOCTORS! Pigley and Anderson have generic long blonde hair and matching pink trunks. Oh, and they're wearing long white Doctor's coats. They bump and grind in the general direction of female fans. CABOOSE Wait, these guys are doctors? COLE Apparently so. CABOOSE Is that the best gimmick they could think of? COACH It's better than yours... *SMACK* DING DING DING JINGUS decides to start for the Hitmen, up against Dr. Stephen Pigley. Pigley takes off his coat, hands it to the referee, and offers a shake to JINGUS, who slaps the hand away. Pigley looks offended, not to say a little scared, and he takes his own pulse. JINGUS advances, growling, but the Doctor won't lock up till he's sure his heartbeat is at optimum rate. At last, we get a lockup, and JINGUS immediately overpowers his smaller opponent, pushing him down to one knee. Dr. Max Anderson slaps his hand on the turnbuckle, trying to garner support for his partner, but the crowd don't seem impressed. Pigley tries to headbutt JINGUS in the stomach. The Devilman growls and picks up the Doc, before planting him with a stiff bodyslam. A trio of dropped elbows, and JINGUS tags in the Sadist. Sadist pulls Pigley up and then just murders him with a lariat that spins the Doc 360. COLE Sadist isn't the most accomplished of wrestlers, but he's so damn strong. Pigley might be in hospital tonight, and not on duty. Sadist smirks and scrapes Pigley off the mat. Whip to the turnbuckle, and Sadist crushes his opponent with an avalanche. As Stephen staggers out, Sadist gorillas presses him, carries him across the ring and gives him Snake Eyes on the Love Doctors turnbuckle. Dr Max Anderson tags himself in, runs at Sadist, and eats a big boot to the mush. Sadist picks Anderson up and tags in JINGUS. Hell's Hitmen whip Max to the ropes and hit him with a double team spinebuster. COACH I think that may actually have bust his spine. CABOOSE Maybe he knows a good chiropracter. JINGUS isn't ready for a cover, picking up the Doc and setting him for THE DEVIL BOMB! But Dr Pigley is up, and runs into the ring. He reaches into his tights, and brings out a stethoscope. CABOOSE Worst. Foreign object. Ever. Pigley tries to whip JINGUS with the stethoscope. The Devilman grabs it from him, and wraps it around the Doc's throat, before using it to deliver a stethoscope assisted CLAWSLAM! Pigley rolls out of the ring, gasping for air, as JINGUS raises Anderson up and hits THE DEVILBOMB! Tag to Sadist, who climbs up top and hits his huge DIVING ELBOW TO THE LARYNX! ONE TWO THREE DING DING DING BUFFER The winners of the match- HELL'S HITMEN! And JINGUS has a mic. JINGUS Global Pussy Exchange- COLE Hey, I'd like to hang out there. CABOOSE Yeah right... JINGUS-we were prepared to allow you to survive in the OAOAST. We were prepared to wrestle you, if need be. But after the disrespect shown to Hell's Hitmen last week, we will allow you NOTHING. Crowd BOOS! JINGUS At Licence To Pin, we will be waiting for you. You bring you skinny asses to the ring, and we'll make the Emperor of Death tournament look like a church meeting. GPX, Hell's Hitmen have a contract out on you. It will be signed in YOUR BLOOD! Hell's Hitmen leave to jeers. COACH Well, looks like we got ourselves another match for LTP! CABOOSE Only if GPX accept the challenge. COLE Of course they will. They're not in the building tonight, but I guarantee they will be here next week to give their answer. CABOOSE You guarantee? What happens if you're wrong? Can I punch you? COLE Sure! I'm *that* confident. CABOOSE I'll do it now, just in case. *KAPOW!* COACH Heh. Let's go to something else! CUE: "Black" by Sevendust COLE Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for...for Hoff's "International Amnesty Exhibition." COACH Do we have any idea just what this is yet? COLE Not at all. CABOOSE Come on, you guys! It's OBVIOUS. Hoff, as the 24/7 Champion, and as a representative of this company, is simply trying to extend goodwill toward our fellow nations. COLE Oh, right, I'm sure that's exactly what this is. CABOOSE Come now, Michael. As an Englishman, I, for one, am glad to see such a gesture from one of our superstars. Hoff, dressed a white Thrillogy T-shirt and jeans, saunters down to ringside, jawing with the fans and repeatedly stopping to buff his title belt. Hoff tosses the belt over the top rope and slides into the ring, grabbing the belt and posing for the fans before asking for a microphone. HOFF Welcome to the future~! The fans resoundingly boo Hoff out of the building. HOFF You're too kind, you're too kind. But, this isn't about me, kids. Tonight is a celebration. A celebration of peace and -- The fans jeer at Hoff's obviously mocking tone. HOFF A CELEBRATION of peace and goodwill towards one another. CABOOSE See? Goodwill! COLE Uh-huh. Hoff gives the crowd his best cheshire cat grin before continuing. HOFF Because if there's two things the Thrillogy is all about, it's peace and goodwill. FANS "YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!" COACH The crowd's letting Hoff have it! COLE Yeah, they're not buying this. Hoff puckers his lips and mokcs an expression of emotional hurt...then doubles over laughing. HOFF All right, all right. I get it, you don't trust me. You think that just because a guy beats people up, for no reason, just because a guy doesn't walk around kissing hands and shaking babies, that he can't be up to any good. Is that right? The fans cheer. COLE Yeah! HOFF Well, maybe tonight...maybe, just maybe, I can change your minds. So without further ado, let me bring out my assisstant for tonight's exhibition. Straight from the mean streets of Moscow, Russia, PLEASE, give a warm welcome to...IGOR STOYANOVICH!!!! COACH Who? The Soviet Union National Anthem kicks in over the arena loudspeakers as the fans turn to the arena entrance, bewildered. A young, blond man steps out from the curtain, short and pencil-thin, clad in a pair of workout pants and a Hoff is the Future t-shirt (on sale for $19.99 at OAOASTshopzone.com). He has a big, genuine smile on his face as he walks down the ramp. COLE Igor...Stoyanovich? CABOOSE He's Hoff's assistant! What a great day for world unity! Igor Stoyanovich skips to the ring, climbing the steps and stepping in, raising his hands over his head! The fans actually give Igor a slight pop as Hoff looks on, smiling thinly and applauding politely. COLE I don't know, you guys, I smell trouble. CABOOSE No way. Igor walks over to Hoff and enthusiastically shakes the hand of the 24/7 titleholder. HOFF Igor........WELCOME TO HELDDOWN~! Igor jumps up and down as the fans pop HUGE! COACH YEAH BABY~! The HD is in the HOOOOOOOOOUSE~!~!~! CABOOSE I. Loathe. You. Hoff chuckles as Igor runs around the ring. HOFF All right, my friend, settle down. Now...who are some of your favorite OAOAST superstars? Hoff holds the mic to Igor's lips as the young Russian man thinks. IGOR Um....the Zack Malibu! The fans boo as Hoff smiles and nods. HOFF Yeah, Zack Malibu, absolutely...who else? IGOR Um....uh....the Calvin Sa-heck-a-stine! Hoff laughs as the fans jeer again. COLE Oh, come on! CABOOSE What? COLE Please, 'Booze, Hoff has obviously told Igor what to say! CABOOSE What, how dare you? Maybe Igor just appreciates fine, technical wrestling! COLE Come on. Igor smiles and gives Hoff a big thumbs up, and Hoff shoots one right back at him. HOFF Heh, that's right, Calvin Szechstein, everyone loves Cal, for sure....but come on, Igor, who else? Hoff steps back, smiling, pointing one thumb at himself while he holds the mic to Igor's lips. Igor scratches his head... IGOR Um....uh.........ummmm....how you say....the ANGLESAULT! The crowd pops! COACH Anglesault? Hoff pulls the mic back to his lips and looks at Igor funny. HOFF Anglesault... Igor quickly yanks the mic away from Hoff! IGOR And Gunner Sharps!! HOFF WHAT?! The crowd pops huge as Hoff's eyes bug out. The big man's nostrils flare as Igor shrinks away slightly. COACH So much for Hoff feeding Igor his lines! CABOOSE Ah, shut up with this. Hoff takes a deep breath and Igor takes a tenative step toward him. IGOR Did I...did I do wrongly? Hoff looks down, swallows, then looks back up at Igor. HOFF No, Igor, no...you did just fine. Hoff pats Igor on the shoulder. COLE I don't like where this is going-- HOFF So, Igor...now as long as I have you out here, I figured...in the spirit of international harmony, I would introduce you, Russia's own, to two American icons. Igor's eyes light up. COACH American icons? COLE Who could this be? CABOOSE Does he mean Zack and Calvin? COLE Oh please. CABOOSE What? Hoff grabs Igor by the arm and turns his focus to the entrance. HOFF So, Igor, without further ado, let me introduce to you.....Mario and Luigi, the MARIO BROTHERS~! Igor smiles wide as two men dressed as the mustachioed plumbers from Brooklyn walk down to the rign, waving to the crowd. The arena fills with boos as Hoff laughs to himself. COLE Oh, come on. CABOOSE Yes! COACH Hey, you think it's Calvin and Zack again? CABOOSE ....... "Mario" and "Luigi" enter the ring and walk over to Igor, each shaking his hand. HOFF Huh, how about that, Igor? Two American cultural icons. But that's not alllll....Igor, how would you like your picture taken with the Marios? Igor nods happily, and a cameraman slides into the ring. Hoff, Igor, and the Marios stand arm in arm. HOFF Okay, now say cheese on three, okay? One, two three..... *CLICK* The cameraman darts out of the ring as the group of men in the ring break their pose. HOFF There we go, there we go...Igor, I promise you, I'll send you a copy of that photo as soon as it's developed. Igor smiles, then waves to the Mario Brothers as they exit the ring and head up the ramp. HOFF Yep, that's it now, goodbye, Mario! Bye Luigi! An uneasy quiet settles over the arena as Hoff and Igor bid the Marios farewell. CABOOSE Well, how 'bout it, Cole? COLE Well, I don't know, I STILL don't trust Hoff, but maybe...maybe he is out there trying to make some kid's day. CABOOSE THAT'S RIGHT. COACH You think that was Calvin and Zack in those masks? CABOOSE Maybe...let's ask AJ Flaire! AHAHAHAHA.... COLE Would you stop. Hoff turns to face Igor after the Marios disappear behind the curtain. HOFF All right, Igor, so have you had a good time so far? IGOR DA! Hoff chuckles. HOFF Good! Good. But, Igor buddy, we ain't through yet. No way. Because I happen to know that YOU are a huge wrestling fan, is that right? IGOR DA! DA! DA! COLE Oh geez. HOFF That's right, and you know, in addition to being a championship athlete, and in addition to being such a charismatic performer, I myself am first, and foremost, a wrestling fan. Hoff smiles out to the crowd, and most of them boo, but a few, scant cheers cut through the audience. HOFF So, whaddya say, Igor, that we give these fans a wrestling exhibition? The fans cheer as Igor readily agrees! IGOR DA! DAAAAAAAAAAAA! YEAH YEAH YEAH~!! Hoff laughs heartily as the fans cheer. HOFF All right, buddy. So let me ask you a very important question. Igor, what is your favorite wrestling move? Igor takes a deep breath and shouts out... IGOR SPINEBUSTER~!!! Hoff's eyes go wide and a big grin spreads across his face. HOFF The spinebuster? Why, Igor, that's my favorite move too! Igor lights up as Hoff nods, and Hoff slaps Igor a high-five. COLE Guys, I don't like this... COACH Me either. CABOOSE They have something in common! How sweet. HOFF All right, man, let's try something. How about...how about you give me your VERY BEST spinebuster? Igor shakes his head, but Hoff interjects. HOFF No no, it's okay, I'm a tough guy, I can take it! Igor looks at Hoff, then out to the crowd, shrugging, and the fans cheer! COACH I think they wanna see it! Igor paces the ring, and Hoff waves the crowd up as an "IGOR!" chant builds! COACH Listen to this! COLE This is...surreal. Igor looks down, then spins back to look at Hoff and says IGOR DA! HOFF Yeah! All right, Igor, I'm gonna run off the ropes, then you catch me and do the move, okay? Igor nods as Hoff sets the mic down, then nods at Igor. Hoff, at half speed, jogs off the ropes and runs back at Igor, who bends down, grabs Hoff, and lifts him about three inches off the ground, then drops him gingerly on his BUTT. Hoff lies down, feigning pain, as Igor pumps his fist in celebration! COACH Ha! Yeah, go Igor! COLE Aw, come on. CABOOSE What, Cole? Igor did the move! PERFECTLY! Ah ha... COLE Come on, Caboose, this kid Igor is maybe 120 pounds soaking wet, he barely lifted Hoff off the ground, and Hoff is..he's laughing about it! CABOOSE Well he's AMUSED! Geez, Cole, is everything some SCHEME with you? COACH Mikey I gotta agree with Booze, this seems legit! COLE I don't know... Hoff sits up, laughing, and holds a hand out. Igor picks him up, and the two men share another high-five. Igor continues celebrating as Hoff picks up the microphone. HOFF Man, Igor, that was great! The fans pop extra-large~! HOFF But, Igor, you know what'd be great now? Igor shakes his head. HOFF If I could spinebuster YOU. Hoff smiles as a cry passes over the arena. Igor scratches his chin...and agrees! COLE Oh, no. CABOOSE Now now... COLE Caboose, NO! CABOOSE Michael, he's just gonna give a safe demonstration, that's all! Hoff nods at Igor, then sets the mic down and stand in the center of the ring. Igor rubs his hand together, then jogs off the strands and comes at Hoff. Hoff bends down to catch him...then suddenly grabs Igor by the shoulder and fires him off the opposite side! COLE What? The fans shout as Igor comes flying off the ropes...and Hoff DRILLS him with a HUGE spineuster~! Hoff pops to his feet, looking down with a sick smile as Igor writhes in pain! COLE NO! Dammit, no! Come on, Hoff, WHY? Hoff picks up the microphone as the fans drown him in boos. HOFF Oh, Igor, man, I'm sorry, we got going too fast there... COLE This is sick. HOFF Here, buddy, let me help you up. Hoff holds a hand down to Igor, and the man tenatively reaches out. Hoff grabs him by the hand...YANKS him off the mat, then whips him around and catches him with a short-arm clothesline! Igor drops to the mat as Hoff holds his arms out to the sides, posing and basking in the catcalls of the fans. COLE WHY? Why would Hoff do this? CABOOSE Why? WHY? Because it's FUNNY, Cole! It's downright hilarious! COLE Caboose, please. COACH Well...it was kind of clever... Hoff smiles and looks down at Igor. HOFF Igor...you poor, dumb son of a bitch. But didn't I promise you a night you would never forget? Hoff laughs and pulls Igor to his feet, who looks at Hoff with glassy eyes. Hoff chuckles, shakles his head, and FLOORS Igor with a stiff right hand. COACH Okay, now this is beyond the line. CABOOSE Heh heh. HOFF All right, people...listen up. I promised you an exhibition, and we aren't done yet. Now...maybe SOME of you read on "the internet" that I had a world-premiere debut of SOMETHING here tonight. And that, my friends, is one-hundred percent true. So, without further ado, allow me to present, in its WORLD PREMIERE, my NEW finishing move... COACH Finishing move? Hoff looks across the audience. HOFF ....the FUTURE SHOCK!!! COLE Future Shock? What is this? CABOOSE Quiet, we're about to see! Hoff tosses down the microphone and picks Igor up off the mat. Hoff grabs Igor by the hair, then turns him around and hooks him under his left arm in a reverse facelock. Hoff reaches down and grabs Igor by the waist, lifting him up in a reverse suplex position, and holds him in the air! COLE What is he gonna.... Hoff holds Igor up high....holds him....holds him... And drops him into a SITOUT REVERSE BRAINBUSTER!!!! COLE OH MY GOD! Hoff, sitting, smiles out to the fans, then kicks his legs and gets to his feet. The fans drown Hoff in a sea of boos as he grins an evil grin.... AND THE LIGHTS GO OUT!! COLE What the hell?!? Suddenly, a flame comes up from one corner post. Then another, and a third, and finally the last. Through the pale light we see Hoff looking nervously around the arena...when suddenly a blast of pyro goes off on the stage!! As the smoke dissipates, a pair of flaming staffs appear onstage! Hoff's eyes go wide as the video wall lights up once again... He is her guardian, watching from above Because of his deep, soulful love. The One will be there, in all his great might; Coming to help her, coming to fight And though you may try to thwart his plan Nothing will stop him from reforming his clan. You have everything to fear, and nothing to gain Because very, very soon you will all… FEEL THE PAIN The lights come on and the flames go out as the last three ominous words slowly fade off the screen. Hoff stares hard at the screen, with a frightened look on his face... COLE Another dark message for Hoff, but...what could it mean? COACH It seems like somebody's got it in for the big man! CABOOSE Yeah, but...it all seems so familiar...who could be behind this? Hoff spins around the ring, frantically, looking desparately across the cheering crowd. Hoff grabs his hair and shouts a stream of curses...then turns back toward the fallen Igor Stoyanovich! COLE Hey, stay away from him! It's not his fault! Hoff leans down and shouts at Igor, before pulling up and stomping him viciously! The fans boo as Hoff lays in hard shots to Igor's back. Hoff bends down, picks Igor up, hooks him from behind and AGAIN drops him in his new move, the Future Shock! COLE COME ON! COACH Someone get him outta there! Hoff begins stomping at Igor again, before security finally pulls Hoff off of him. EMTs attend to Igor as Hoff raises his arms and jawing at the crowd. Hoff picks up his 24/7 Title and heads out of the ring, being escorted by the guards. COLE Hoff unfairly taking out his frustrations on that kid, but you have to admit, someone is in his head? CABOOSE But who? Hoff turns back to the ring, holding his title belt above his head to the booing fans...who suddenly begin to cheer! CABOOSE Hey, the fans finally giving Hoff the respect he deserves! COLE Well, maybe-- oh wait!! Hoff nods and smiles as the fans cheer, then turns around...RIGHT INTO A SPEAR FROM GUNNER SHARPS!!!! COACH OH MY GOD!! IT'S GUNNER!! CABOOSE What, NO!! COLE He came through the crowd! Gunner Sharps is HERE!! Gunner DRILLS Hoff with the Sharp End and begins pummeling him with vicious right hands! Security reaches down, but it takes SIX MEN to pull Gunner off of Hoff! Gunner screams down at Hoff, then looks out to the crowd, raising his fist to the sky as the fans go completely BANANA~! COLE Gunner Sharps is BACK!! Security leads Gunner out of the arena as they check on Hoff. COACH Well what a comeback for Gunner Sharps! COLE Absoultely! But what about that message? And what comes next for Gunner? Or for Hoff? CABOOSE Hopefully some revenge! But...for WHO? COLE Folks, this isn't over by a longshot, and neither is this evening, so stay tuned! (Go to break) Edited July 16, 2004 by Patty O'Green Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted July 15, 2004 (edited) (Return from break) COLE It's now time to go to the ring for our next contest...Buffer, take it away! "Gimme Back My Bullets" starts up, and Sly Sommers comes to the ring. He makes a bee-line straight to the squared circle, not paying attention to the fans around him. BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a fifteen-minute time limit. Introducing first, from Bayside, California...he is Sly Sommers! COACH Sly was apparantly telling people before the show that he's going to debut a variation of one of his finishing moves, and it's called the Slyledriver. Wouldn't explain what it was, though. BUFFER And his opponent...already in the ring, from El Paso, Texas; weighing in tonight at 185 pounds...Phoenix! *DING**DING* The bell rings, and we're underway here. Lockup between the two men immediately, and Sly locks in a headlock. He then repositions his leg and drives Phoenix onto the mat with a drop toe hold. Sly then switches into a front facelock. Sly then hooks Phoenix's near leg and cradles him... 1.... Kickout. Sly easily goes into a reverse waistlock when Phoenix tries to get up. Phoenix gets to one foot, but Sly sends him down with a legpick. Sly then goes back to the front facelock. Sly pulls Phoenix to his feet using the front facelock, switches around, and performs a snapmare. Sly then locks in a rear chinlock. Phoenix isn't worn down too much, so he makes his way to his feet, switches to the side, and shoves Sly off to the ropes. Sly bounces off and leapfrogs over Phoenix. Sly comes off of the ropes again and reverses a back elbow into an Irish whip on Phoenix. COLE It looks like Sly's calm thus far. Sly drops down as Phoenix comes off of the ropes, and Phoenix jumps over him. Sly comes back up, and Phoenix jumps over him to bring him over with an armdrag. Phoenix then goes for a monkey flip as Sly comes up, but Sly grabs the legs and lets Phoenix just fall. Sly then hooks the legs under his armpits, and nails a catapult into the corner. As Phoenix bounces off, he stumbles into a schoolboy... 1... 2... Kickout. Both come to their feet, and Sly sends Phoenix down with a clothesline. Sly then pulls Phoenix up, and whips him off to the ropes. Phoenix comes off of the ropes and runs into a high back body drop. Sly pulls Phoenix up, and shoves him into a corner. Sly then lets loose with one stiff chop after another, turning Phoenix's chest beet-red. COACH It looks like more of Sly's aggression is coming out! Sly whips him to the opposite corner, and charges at him with a flying double-knee to the chest. Sly then hooks Phoenix's head and drives his face into the mat with a running bulldog. Sly then comes off of the ropes and nails a jumping legdrop. Sly goes for the pin... 1... 2... Kickout. Sly pulls Phoenix up, and whips him to the ropes. Phoenix is then met with a kick to the stomach. Sly then comes off of the ropes to his right and delivers a stiff running kick to the side of the head. The impact causes Phoenix to spin around, and walk right into a slam lift from Sly. Sly then nails a version of the Catatonic, dropping Phoenix neck-first onto his knee! CABOOSE That'll seal you a trip to the chiropractor in the morning! Sly goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Sly's face starts to get red, as he believed this would be an easy victory. Sly pulls Phoenix up, but Phoenix counters with a jawbreaker. Phoenix then runs, springboards to the second rope, and nails a back elbow. Phoenix pulls Sly up, and nails a pretty split-legged spinning neckbreaker. Phoenix then goes to the second rope and nails a moonsault, immediately going for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Phoenix whips Sly to the ropes after pulling him up. Phoenix then nails a rolling Koppo kick. Phoenix follows up by pulling Sly up and nailing a snap suplex. Phoenix turns it over as if he's going to do it again, but he then switches it to a snapmare. Phoenix then goes to the second rope behind Sly, and connects with a picture-perfect swanton Hennig Neck Snap! Phoenix goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Phoenix pulls Sly up by the hair, and then sits down on the top turnbuckle. He hooks Sly in a front facelock, and nails a tornado DDT. Phoenix goes for the cover once again... 1... 2... Kickout. Phoenix pulls Sly up and slams him down to the mat. Phoenix then connects with a standing moonsault. Phoenix goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Phoenix pulls Sly up by the wrist, and nails a short-arm dropkick. Phoenix goes to the apron, and nails a snap slingshot senton onto Sly. Phoenix goes for yet another cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Phoenix pulls Sly up and nails a nice front slam. Phoenix then climbs to the top rope. He stops for a second to yell something at a fan in Spanish. Phoenix then gets fully standing on the top rope, and goes for a flipping legdrop. But, Sly rolls out of the way and Phoenix lands on his tailbone! Both men then slowly come to their feet. Sly then starts to mount an offense with three punches in a row. Sommers whips Phoenix off to the ropes, Sly nails a punch to the gut, comes off of the ropes to his left, and nails a spinning neckbreaker. COLE It didn't take long for Sly to come back! Sly then pulls Phoenix up, hooks a double-underhook, and drops him on his neck with a move similar to the double-underhook backbreaker. Sly pulls Phoenix up and stands him up in a corner. Sly then goes to mid-ring, charges, and nails a stiff step-up kick to the jaw. Sly then puts Phoenix on his shoulders, and nails a Cradle Shock (fireman's carry Michinoku Driver)! Sly goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Sly waits for Phoenix to get up. When he gets to one knee, Sly charges forward. But, Phoenix ducks his Shining Wizard attempt, and brings Sly over with a schoolboy... 1... 2...Kickout. Both come to their feet, and ducks a clothesline. Sly then hooks Phoenix and drops him with a front-fall neckbreaker. Sly then goes up top. He signals for the top rope elbow drop. He launches, but Phoenix saw it coming and moved out of the way. Both men slowly come up. When both get to their feet, Phoenix goes for a hurricanrana. But, Sly catches him and drops him with a high angle powerbomb! COACH That can't feel too good! Sly then grabs Phoenix's ankle and rolls him backwards and onto his feet. Sly whips Phoenix off to the ropes. Phoenix comes off of the ropes and dives at Sly, but Sly catches him, hooks Phoenix's head underneath his armpit, hooks the arms, and nails a cradle butterfly suplex! Sly then waits for Phoenix to get up. When he does, Sly kicks him in the stomach and nails the Horrorscope! COLE Sly dropped him RIGHT on his head with the straitjacket implant DDT! Sly pulls him up, and looks angry while doing so. He hooks Phoenix, crosses Phoenix's arm over his own stomach, and nails a brutal-looking USA High Angle 2K4 Drop! Sly then pulls Phoenix up, hooks his head underneath his armpit, and nails the One Hit Wonder! Sly rolls himself and Phoenix back onto their feet, and places Phoenix's head in between his legs. He then crosses Phoenix's arms across his own chest, lifts, and...drops him with a straitjacket piledrver! COLE That MUST be the Slyledriver! COACH Damn, that's a good move! Sly goes for the cover... 1... 2... 3! BUFFER Your winner of the contest, Sly Sommers! CABOOSE I have to admit, that was one heck of a debut for Sly's Slyledriver! Sly then grabs the microphone from Michael Buffer... SLY I know the Board of Directors won't let it happen in the first round of Emperor of Death...so let's do it NOW! Calvin, get your ass out here so I can murder you! "I'm The Bomb" starts playing over the PA system, to allude to Calvin Szechstein coming out to the ring. Sly waits...and waits...and waits... SLY Come on, take your asskicking like a man! The song continues to play until someone in a leather jacket holding what looks like a lighttube slides into the ring, coming from the crowd. He spins Sly around, and busts the lighttube over Sly's face! The camera closes in to show that it's Calvin Szechstein! COLE Well, isn't this a surprise? CABOOSE And a heck of a pleasant one too! Calvin then pulls something out of his pocket and starts to dig it into Sly's face. The camera pans in to show that he's using scissors to cut Sly's forehead open. Security and officials then rush out to the ring to get Calvin away. He gives up without a fight, and struts happily to the back, leaving Sly in a pool of his own blood. COACH Folks, I honestly don't know what just happened... CABOOSE I do: Sly Sommers got punked! Sly, when you turn your back on your blood and go soft, that's what you get! COLE Whatever...the fact remains that Calvin Szechstein could have to face Sly in one of the later rounds of the Emperor of Death Tournament at License To Pin, and I sure as hell hope he does...more after the break. (Cut to break with a shot of Sly being helped out of the ring) (Return from break) *The scene opens up to Drek pacing around the room nervously, with the Italian title still over his shoulder, as The Mad Cappa is still forced to sit in the chair* DREK Okay…….okay……… CAPPA Come on, Drek. What are you pacing around for? Nothing to be all nervous about, right? DREK …..okay, fine. Hell-in-the-Cell at License to Pin. You got it. CAPPA As if you had a choice. Enjoy the Italian Title while you have it. It’s only going to be for a few more weeks. DREK ……really? See, Cappa, you’re forgetting something. Here I am getting all nervous about this cage match when the truth of the matter is: I knocked you out cold last time. If those medical workers didn’t have the luxury of running into the ring and working on you right away, who knows what your condition would be right now. But see, come License to Pin, we’re going to be locked inside of that cell. And, once I make you bleed…..once I snap your bones like brittle twigs…..once I knock you unconscious for yet a SECOND TIME…..they won’t be able to save you. They won’t be able to run in and help you. I’m going to be free to do whatever I want. So I’m happy you requested this match. It just wipes the blood off of my hands. CAPPA You know…….that speech would have meant a hell of a lot more if you actually believed it. *The audience, once again, begins to scream out “CAPPA! CAPPA!” empowered at the fact that he’s still not giving into Drek’s threats* DREK Oh, I believe it. And at this point, I really think you should shut your mouth. You ruined my entire game plan for tonight, you know that? I rented those security guards to arrest you under those unofficial means. I paid them to bring you back here and sit you on that chair. And then, you know what…….I had some great plans to get my revenge after last week. But you threw me off the plan with that “Hell-In-A-Cell” announcement, I have to admit. CAPPA Did I? Well, is this going to throw you off your game plan too? *Cappa suddenly gives Drek a hard kick to the midsection. The arena breaks out in cheers as Drek falls to his knees, holding his stomach in pain. He quickly makes it back to his feet and backs away from the Mad Cappa* DREK It might. But luckily, the night is still young. *Drek suddenly lunges forward and rams the gold plate of the Italian Title into the Mad Cappa’s face! The chair falls backward onto the floor with a “THUD!”, followed by a loud shout from Cappa. Drek quickly gets back up onto his feet and pulls the chair back up into an upright position. Unfortunately, that belt shot has opened up a gash line on the Mad Cappa’s forehead. The blood begins to drip down his forehead, and it’s easy to see that he’s in noticeable pain* DREK And look at you…..helpless to wipe any of that blood off your face…..you’re a joke, Cappa. You’re NOTHING BUT A JOKE! *Out of nowhere, the Mad Cappa unexpectedly spits straight into Drek Stone’s face. With a scowl, Cappa begins to scream at Drek* CAPPA I WON’T BE HELPLESS AT LICENSE TO PIN!! I WON’T BE HANDCUFFED LIKE THIS!! YOU’RE FINISHED, DREK! *Drek abruptly runs forward and slams the Italian Title into the Mad Cappa’s face once again. Just as before, the chair tips over and falls backward. Drek moves near Cappa’s prone body and begins to lay in some brtual stomps to the head and chest region of the Mad Cappa. Falling to his knees, he holds the Italian Title up to the Mad Cappa’s face* DREK You’re never getting this. Be it a pure wrestling contest, no-holds-barred, OR Hell-in-A-Cell……you’ll always be a failure against me. *Drek immediately stands back up and starts heading for the door. He suddenly stops and looks back at Cappa for one more time* DREK Unfortunately, it sucks for you that I have the handcuff keys in my pocket. Better hope whoever saves you – IF anybody saves you – has an extra pair. Once again, I win. Like always. *Drek slams the door shut as the camera slowly fades away* (Go to break) Edited July 16, 2004 by Patty O'Green Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted July 15, 2004 (edited) (Return from break) HeldDOWN~! returns from commercial, and the cameras pan the raucous crowd who are on their feet throughout the arena tonight. Suddenly, the positive atmosphere is ruined when "Nothing", the theme song of the most hated man in the business, begins to play. As the lights are turned down, Zack Malibu, the OAOAST World Champion, steps through the curtain, accompanied by his girlfriend, the beautiful Candie. COACH If looks could kill, she'd be on death row. COLE But if brains were dynamite, she wouldn't be able to blow her nose! CABOOSE Guys, do you think for just ONE NIGHT we can go without the cheesy cliches? COLE Sorry Caboose, I didn't know you felt that way. CABOOSE Well now you know. And knowing is half the...dear God, now you have me doing it! Malibu and Candie make their way to the ringside area, with Candie departing from Zack and heading over to the timekeepers table to take the mic from resident ring announcer Michael Buffer. Zack enters the ring, walking with his head held high and the belt draped over his shoulder. Malibu opens the ropes for his love to enter the ring, and he takes the microphone from her just as his theme song begins to fade out. As usual, Zack is unable to even utter one syllable before the fans are all over him. "MALIBU SUCKS! MALIBU SUCKS!" The chant carries, but Zack just shrugs it off. MALIBU If you people want to get under my skin, you'll have to try a little harder than some third grade level humor. Of course, seeing as how many of you had trouble passing SECOND grade, that seems impossible. Still, I urge you all, keep reaching for those stars! Malibu smiles the most insincere smile imaginable,and Candie applauds the crowd sarcastically. MALIBU Now, onto the reason why I'm out here. You all know that come License To Pin, that I have to defend my World Title against Crystal...AGAIN. The board of directors must be on some heavy drugs to think she deserves another shot after I beat her at School's Out, but that's why they're pushing pens and I'm in the ring wearing the gold. Those guys just didn't have what it takes anymore. As for Crystal, I've pretty much covered all the bases when it comes to you, honey. COACH He covered all her bases? Damn, I haven't even made it to first yet! COLE Coach, that's not what he means. COACH The hell it ain't! You know he hit that! If I was a girl, I'D hit that! COLE OK...now you're just scaring us all. MALIBU Now, even though I'm being inconvienienced, I remain true to my word to be a fighting champion. That also leads me to why I'm dressed in my ring gear. You see, there's a person backstage who just can't seem to get along with me. They never have, and probably never will. This person gives me the evil eye whenever our paths cross, and for some reason, has had thoughts of superstardom driven into their mind. I thought we were rid of this person, but just like the herpes Cole caught from that trucker, they just keep coming back, and don't know when to quit. COLE ...I don't know what he's talking about. MALIBU This person thinks that they're on a level above where they belong. They think they can hang with the big guns. More importantly, they think that they can get away with being something their not. I mean, I'm all for equal rights and stuff, but this persons sexuality is HIGHLY in question. CABOOSE Northstar! He has to be talking about Northstar! MALIBU Sooooo...just on those grounds, this person deserves an ass kicking. However, I, Zack Malibu, am also looking to show what a fighting champion I can be, and am willing to take on all comers in order to get myself into top condition for your precious Female Phenom. So, tonight, the match you've all been waiting for finally happens right here, right now! The crowd has caught on by this point, and is wildy screaming for Northstar to make his entrance. MALIBU ALIX SPEZIA, would you please come out!? COLE What? COACH ALIX? CABOOSE Oh, I'm so loving this. The crowd IMMEDIATELY turns on Zack Malibu, booing him severly for calling out the former love interest of Northstar. MALIBU What? What's that? OH, you thought I was talking about NORTHSTAR? Think again, people. He came back, he tried to play hero for you people, and what happened? He couldn't cut it? Let's face it, he's never beaten me before, and never ever will! In fact, I'm so inclined to say that Alix is more of a man than he is, especially since she started dikin' it up with... All of a sudden, the crowd roars, as Alix Spezia has heard enough, and bolts down the aisle! Malibu and Candie take the cowardly way out, sliding out of the ring as an enraged Alix stands there staring them down. MALIBU Whoa whoa whoa, easy there buttercheeks! Now, here's what we're gonna do. You see this? This right here, this belt, this is NOT on the line. Should you beat me...pffft, yeah right...anyways, SHOULD you beat me, then maybe we can talk about a title match. However, right now, what you need to do is know what your role is. You're just a tune up. See, both you and the Female Flop are the most ungrateful women I've ever seen in my life. Neither one of you has the class that someone like my Candie has! The crowd begins to boo, causing Candie to grow irate. MALIBU So, tonight, I figure I'll beat you down and send you packing the greasy spoon where you were waiting tables before Northstar couldn't pay the check and opted to hook up with you in order to get a free meal, and then after the PPV, I'll send you some backup in the form of Crystal. Malibu tosses the mic down, tired of talking, and slides into the ring. Referee Charles Robinson is on the scene, and rings the bell, starting this thing off right! Zack Malibu smirks as he goes for a quick lock up. Alix avoids the grapple attempt by stepping sideways. Zack’s smirk transforms into a frown after Alix avoids him. He quickly regains his composure and lunges at Alix! Alix simply ducks behind Zack and the world champion clumsily stumbles into the ropes! With the fans in the front row showering him with taunts, frustration begins to set in. The jeers from the fans increase in volume as Zack visibly displays his anger by kicking at the bottom ropes! Zack turns around and tries to level with Alix with a straight punch! But before Zack’s devastating blow can connect with Alix’s modelesque face and cause serious damage, the beauty from Beverly Hills goes low to Zack’s knee with a basement dropkick! Shocked that Alix was able to launch a successful counter attack, Zack rolls away from her clutching his knee. COLE These two along with Candie were teammates on team HeldDOWN~! as they took on Team Hollywood in an effort to rid the OAOAST of the 3 Stages of Hell film crew. Despite this I don’t Alix and Zack have ever really liked each other, and I know Alix despises Candie. I’m of the mind that Alix only teamed with Zack and Candie so she could get back at Northstar. His pride more hurt then anything, Zack slams his fist against the mat and urges himself to pull it together. Meanwhile, Alix stands back waving her hand and motioning Zack on. Zack brings himself to his feet and charges at Alix! He finds a tiny bit satisfaction by knocking her flat on her back with a well placed shoulder block! Alix plays possum by feigning a small injury. Zack doesn’t catch her little trick and runs the ropes. He comes back with the intent on driving an elbow to the her forehead. At the last possible moment, Alix moves out the way and the only thing Zack’s elbow hits is the mat! COACH I think Zack may be overrating his wrestling abilities! CABOOSE Or maybe Zack’s not overrating anything and Alix is little better then he thought she was. “To hell with this shit.” Zack mutters as he rubs his hurt elbow. Zack tries to formulate an offensive strategy but the ringing pain in his elbow and the chants of “Fuck Zack” do a fine job of breaking his concentration. Alix grabs a hold of Zack’s good arm and goes for an Irish whip, Zack reverses the move but instead of whipping Alix into the ropes he pulls the petite girl towards him for a short arm clothesline...Zack whiffs on the move and Alix darts underneath his arm, runs the ropes, bounces back and KNOCKS Zack HEAD OVER HEELS with a dazzling running Enziguri! Zack lies face up on the mat while little blue birdies and yellow stars circle above his head. Alix throws up a peace sign and more then a few members of the sold out crowd do the same! She runs the towards the ropes and bounces off. But instead of running back, she cartwheels her way over to Zack and nails him in the stomach with a standing Moonsault! “Ooomph!” Zack belts out as he feels all the air in his body exits through his mouth. Alix who already has Zack’s shoulders on the mat hooks one of his legs for a pin. 1 KICK OUT! Alix goes for another pin attempt. 1 KICK OUT! And another. 1 KICK OUT And another. 1 2 KICK OUT! COLE Why does she keep doing that? CABOOSE To make Zack waste his energy. It doesn’t take any effort for her to lay on his chest but it takes a lot for him to push her off four times in six seconds. Alix grabs a fistful of Zack’s hair and leads him to his feet. She hooks him into a vertical suplex position. Summoning a tiny bit of strength the greatest champ in OAOAST history shoves her backwards and breaks free of the hold. Zack shakes off a few a cobwebs and charges at Alix looking to knock into next week with a shoulder block! Alix ducks down ever so slightly and grabs a hold of the inside of Zack’s leg and turns his charge into a roll up pin attempt! 1 2 KICK OUT! Alix brings Zack to his feet. She places her palm on his forehead and holds him at arms length. The infuriated champion, comically swings his fists at Alix and misses her by half a mile. Finally Alix lets Zack go free and brings him towards her. She kicks him in the knee to stun him, then punts him right in the balls with a low blow! The fans display their true colors as they loudly mock Zack’s pain! Hurt, Zack throws out another punch that totally misses its target. Alix sidesteps the blow and goes behind Zack, locking him into a Cobra Clutch! She lifts Zack into the air. His feet wildly try to kick at her as he tries to break free of the hold. Alix will have none of that however and instead shoves Zack back first to the ground with a Cobra Clutch slam! Alix rolls on top of Zack for a pin attempt. 1 2 KICK OUT! Upon kicking out of the move Zack rises to his feet. His mind clouded with dizziness, he groggily staggers around the ring. The fans are on his case with a famillar “Zack sucks” chant. Zack’s so dazed and his mind is so foggy that he barely notices Alix zip past him, leap onto the third ropes and springboard back with a stunningly beautiful cross body block! The crowd takes a break from their harassing of the champ to bust out a round of applause for Alix’s beautiful aerial maneuver. The camera gives a shot of the blonde bombshell Candie who is starting to worry that her mouth wrote a check her boyfriend’s ass can’t cash. With Alix bowing to the crowd, Zack rolls out of the ring. He stumbles towards the direction of the timekeeper and leans against the barricade that separates the ring from the rabid anti Zack fans. He’s hoping to regain some of that confidence and composure that has made him a two time World champion. COACH Yo yo yo! Time for a break! Maybe when we come back Zack’ll have finished his serving of humble pie! (Go to break) (Return from break) HeldDOWN~! returns with Zack still pacing ringside, teasing re-entry but every time backing away at the last possible second. COLE Fans, welcome back. All throughout the break Zack Malibu has been avoiding contact with Alix Spezia, and has yet to enter the ring again! CABOOSE He's just pacing himself, Cole. Give the man some space! Malibu climbs up on the apron, and Alix rushes right over to him, but he reaches out, grabbing her by the head and jumping down to the floor, snapping her neck on the top rope! Alix falls backwards, holding her throat, as Zack slides into the ring, stalking her as she rolls around on the canvas. Alix tries to breath, but she's interrupted by Zack, who yanks her hair and pulls her up to her feet, then spins around 360 degrees and floors her with a Roaring Elbow~! COLEWhere did that come from!? Alix falls back to the mat, now holding her nose, as Zack again reaches down, pulling her up to her feet, and then running her into the corner, slamming her face into the top turnbuckle! Alix staggers back, and Zack hooks his arms around her waist, putting his head off to the side so that he can drop her over his shoulder with a back suplex! CABOOSE Zack Malibu is on the comeback! Looking agitated at his "rival", Malibu AGAIN picks her up by her hair, and this time simply slaps the taste out of Alix's mouth! Alix turns away due to the impact of the shot, but Malibu jerks her back by the hair, asking her the age old question "Do you know who I am?" before slapping her again! Malibu again looks her in the eyes, this time stating "I'm Zack Malibu, and you're NOTHING!" before shoving her away...only to have Alix rake his eyes out of desperation! Malibu reels as Candie protests on the floor, and this gives Alix the opportunity to jump on Zack's back and start wailing away on him...until she's snapemared over! Malibu backs up, rubbing his eyes in hopes of getting his vision cleared, and just as Alix pushes herself to her feet... CRACK~! ...School's Out to Alix Spezia, who crumbles like a cookie in a toddler's hand! Zack Malibu walks over to her, places a foot on her chest, and does the ARROGANT COVER~!, as Charles Robinson slides down... ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! Winner: Zack Malibu "Nothing" is cued up, and Candie enters the ring to shoo Chuck away and raise Zack's hand herself. Buffer hands the World Title belt in to Candie, who passes it onto Zack, and the champion raises it high in the air, taunting the crowd with it. As Zack parades around the ring, Candie starts putting the boots to Alix Spezia, and when Robinson tries to stop her, he winds up getting shoved onto his ass! Candie turns her attention back to Alix, picking her up off the mat and whipping her across the ring by her hair...RIGHT INTO A BELTSHOT BY ZACK MALIBU~! COLE Now come on, is there any need for this!? Malibu stands above Alix, and slowly raises the belt up above his head with one hand, as Candie comes over, laughing, and hugs him. The terrible twosome pose for the fans who regret ever having cheered them in the first place, then exit the ring, grinning cockily as they stroll up the ramp, leaving Alix Spezia unconscious in the ring. COLE One thing is for sure...Malibu might see these people as pushovers, but rest assured, once we get to Alcatraz this month, Crystal isn't going to go down that easy. CABOOSE That's not what I heard from my friends who hang on the corner of 55th and State St. COACH Bastard! CABOOSE So's your mother. COLE On that classy note, we say goodbye! Edited July 15, 2004 by Patty O'Green Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
