Stephen Joseph 0 Report post Posted July 30, 2004 (edited) Last night on License to Pin... ----- Static is just out cold, still bleeding, and the referee checks on him. Sadist pushes the ref aside to try and get to Scotty, but the referee covers Scotty with his body. After a brief inspection, the ref… …calls for the bell!! ----- Wall stumbles to his feet and walks to Sly, who is on the apron. He blocks a punch from Sly, and goes for a chokeslam. But, Sly pokes him in the eye mid-move. He lets Sly down, but Sly keeps ahold of the arm. Sly then drags on the arm until Cuban Wall is draped over the top rope. Sly then straitjackets Wall's arms, puts him in position, and....SLYLEDRIVER THROUGH THE LIGHTTUBE TABLE! ----- but Calvin LEAPFROGS IT, shoving Rodez through the top and middle rope! Rodez's momentum carries him over, and the ropes catch him, causing the Silky Smooth one to be caught in a hangman ----- …MOTHER BAH GAWD FUCKING IMPACT SPEEEEEEEEEEEEAAARR~!~! ON VITAMIN X THROUGH THE GLASS PANEL! ----- He balances himself slowly before standing up all the way and launching off! Hoff comes down and goes through the top board with a huge double stomp, crushing Scotty Static in the process! ----- Jackson then turns Drek around as he's seated on the top rope. Jackson springboards to the top rope beside Drek, leaps up....and sends Drek flying over and crashing through the lighttube log cabin with a top rope hurricanrana! ----- Rick then stands upon the platform and surveys the damage below him. He looks around at the crowd, who are rabid...and nails an amazing MOONSAULT OFF OF THE PLATFORM ONTO THE DAMAGED BODIES! Rick lands on Nate ----- JAE is irate as he gets to his feet and yells at Rick on the outside. Rick just laughs and points behind JAE. JAE turns around only to get kicked right in the gut and hoisted onto Parka’s shoulders for the Day of the Dead! Parka struggles to lift him high and almost drops him. Rick shouts encouragement from the outside and Parka finally hits the Day of the Dead (Razor’s Edge)!! We cut to a poorly lit area of the prison, where we see Panther standing alone--clad in his wrestling attire (black jersey/shorts with cammo trim)--with his back to the camera and his forehead pressed up against a dingy stone wall; he appears to be in deep thought. The faint "clip clopping" of footsteps can be heard in the background, getting louder and louder with each passing second as if they're getting closer. The footsteps continue, growing louder and louder, closer and closer, then coming to a halt as the shadow of a human figure falls over his frame. Sensing danger, Panther pulls away from the wall and turns sharply with his fists cocked--ready to defend himself--but as he looks in the direction of the shadow, a look of relief flashes across his face. PANTHER (Sighs) Oh, it's you. The clip clopping starts up again as the figure moves into camera view. Wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt, with her hair pulled back into a ponytail, is none other than (surprise, surprise)...Joanie "Chyna" Laurer. Panther has a slight smile on his face as she approaches. JOANIE They...uh...told me I could find you down here. Big fight tonight, huh? PANTHER What are you doing here? JOANIE Well...I was in the neighborhood and...a little birdy told me that you might need someone to talk to. PANTHER (Chuckles) Right. This little birdy...it wouldn't happen to be named "Tina", would it? JOANIE You got it. (Panther rolls his eyes) She's pretty worried about you. I figured it had to be serious when she went the entire conversation without calling me a bitch or a skank. PANTHER Oh? (Joanie nods) And lemme guess: she asked you to come down here to talk me out of fighting The Hand. JOANIE Yup. Can't blame the girl either. I mean...you never could say no to me, could ya? (giggles) PANTHER (smirks) Yeah, well there's a first time for everything, ma. And with all the shit Bryte's been putting me through, after all he's done, after what happened to J-Dogg...Joanie, let me assure that there ain't a living being on this planet that's gonna stop me from getting my hands on Chris Bryte and wiping him off the face of this earth. That includes The Hand, and guess what, Joanie: THAT INCLUDES YOU! JOANIE Hey, I am not trying to stop you! I've known you for a long time, Panther...I probably know you better than anybody. And I know that you wouldn't do anything unless you truly believed in your heart that it's the right thing to do. PANTHER Exactly. JOANIE Yeah...that's why I can't for the life of me understand why you treat Tina the way you do. Panther looks surprised, almost startled by Joanie's comment. PANTHER Wha..wha...excuse me? JOANIE Panther...she's crazy about you. You know that she is, and you're crazy about her too. Everyone can see it. Why the hell do you keep trying to push her away? PANTHER You need to ask?! Joanie, you *of all people* know what Tina's like! You know what she's done in the past...to both of us! JOANIE You're right. You're absolutely right. I know my sister. I know how much of a pain in the ass she can be. But I also know that the Tina I've been seeing for the past 6-to-8 months isn't the same Tina we had to deal with in the past! I mean c'mon, Panther! She's made a real effort to change...FOR YOU! PANTHER You know...I...I...(sighs) look Joanie, I don't have time for this bullshit, ok? I've got enough to worry about in The Hand without having you bring up all this...this... JOANIE (laughs) Look at you! You're fighting so hard to keep Tina away. Why is it so hard for you to just come to terms with the fact that you have feelings for the girl?! PANTHER BECAUSE I DON'T! JOANIE Oh yeah right. So I guess we all just imagined that hospital scene from a couple of months back, right? (Pretends to cry, mocking Panther) "Oh Tina! I just...I just...love you so much"! (snickers) PANTHER Shut up! Panther turns his back to Joanie, seething with anger as she just stares at him and laughs. PANTHER She was hurt and I got a little emotional. That's all it was. JOANIE But you meant it, right? PANTHER ... JOANIE RIGHT?! Panther looks down at the floor, taking a deep breath as he runs his right hand through his cornrowed hair. Finally, he turns and looks up at Joanie, clearly embarrassed. PANTHER Yeah. I meant it. I love her, alright! JOANIE Ok, good. PANTHER The hell do you mean "good"?! Joanie...I don't understand this at all! I mean...how could this happen to me?! This...this is crazy. I'm always thinking about her...first thing on my mind when I wake up...last thing on my mind when I go to sleep...I dream about her all the time. (chuckles) I'd sit back and watch everything that was going down between her and Bryte...all the stuff he did to her...Joanie, it damn near drove me crazy. And...and I really don't know why! I mean...this is not supposed to happen! I am not supposed to like her! JOANIE I see. So...rather than be happy and just tell her how you feel, you're just gonna keep running from her and make yourself miserable. PANTHER Joanie, this is not that simple and you know it! I mean, this is the same woman who attacked my pregnant wife and caused her to miscarriage! Do you expect me to just forget that happened? JOANIE Why not? You did it with me, didn't you? Remember, Tina didn't plan that attack on her own; I helped her! (looks down) It's not something I'm proud of, and I apologized for it a long time ago, but you forgave me, Panther. PANTHER But that's different. The way I was treating you at the time, I understand why you did what you did. A lot of that was my fault. JOANIE And you were completely blameless in the Tina situation? Panther, you were treating her like crap long before you lost that child. PANTHER And I'm wrong because of that? Do I need to remind you about how she tried to ruin both our lives...about the faked pregnancies...how many times she cheated on me with when we *were* together? JOANIE I'm not saying Tina's an angel, but there's no need to dwell on the negative. She's done a lot of bad things, but Panther, for every bad thing she's done to you, she's done two more good things. Panther, Tina was devoted to you. Anything you asked her to do--no matter how big or how small--she did it. And did you show her any appreciation? No. You'd call her names and then throw the faked pregnancy back in her face. Now I'm not trying to excuse anything she's done, but even you have to admit that your attitude caused a lot of this. PANTHER Look...I know I wasn't always nice to Tina, and I can see how my attitude may have set her off, but what's done is done. I can't just turn back and pretend that this woman didn't try and make my life a living hell. I mean...I wish I could, J...I really do, but I can't. I mean, just look at how my friends and family acted when I brought her to the OAOAST with me last fall. They thought I was crazy. Just imagine what they'd say if me and Tina got back together. JOANIE Does it matter what they say? I mean...I'm sure they mean well, but it is your life. If being with Tina is what makes you happy, then that's all that matters. If these people really care about you, then they'll respect whatever you choose to do, and if they dont...well, forget them. Panther opens his mouth as if he's about to say something, but no words come out. Instead, he just smiles at Joanie and shakes his head. PANTHER You know ma, you're sounding like an afterschool special right about now. JOANIE Yeah, but you know I'm right. With all you've been going through over the last year, you don't have a whole lot to be happy about, so why keep fighting the thing you want most right now? Look...I know this Hand guy is dangerous, and I don't wanna take your mind off of this match, but I really think you should think about what I said. I really think you should stop dwelling on what happened in the past, stop worrying about what other people's opinions and...just listen to your heart. Listen to your heart, and do what *you* feel is right. Ok? (looks at watch) I've gotta run. Be safe tonight, alright? Joanie gives him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before turning in the opposite direction and walking out of camera shot; the sound of her footsteps grow fainter and fainter as she gets further and further away. As he watches her walk off in the distance, Panther folds his arms at his chest and leans back against the wall. PANTHER "Listen to your heart". (rolls eyes) That's gotta be the corniest... ??? PAAANTHER!!! A whisper echoes throughout the room, startling Panther. He begins looking around the room, searching for the source of whisper. ??? PAAAANTHER! This is your heart Panther... ...saying... ...SNAP INTO A SLIM JIM!!!!! OOOOOOOH YEEEAAAAH!!!! PANTHER (to a nearby air vent) Mach! Come outta there! MACHO MAN (from the vent) I can't. I'm stuck! Panther sighs and walks over to the vent and begins to pull at it, trying to pry it open. MACHO MAN Hurry, brother! There're rats in here! Squeaking can be heard from the vent as Panther, visibly annoyed, pulls harder at the vent. We cut to... The camera pans the indoor crowd, where fans are screaming and holding up signs as they await the next match. COLE Fans, up next, we've got an emotionally-charged contest on our hands as Panther does battle with THE HAND~! in a non-sanctioned war. So much controversy surrounding this match...both on and off camera. Let's take a look at the events that led up to this encounter! Dramatic music plays in the background as we recap The Hand/Panther build. We go back to The Year of Living Anglelously. It a 2-out-of-3 falls! A career match! Panther going one-on-one with Chris Bryte. Prior to the bout, an unknown man came from the crowd and attacked Panther, allowing Chris Bryte to gain an easy first fall victory. Panther was able to rebound from the attack and take the second fall, and seemed to have the third fall well in hand when Tina--Bryte's then-fiancee--entered the ring and KO'd him with two sledgehammer shots to the head. Chris Bryte made the pin, and Panther's career in the OAOAST was over. The next week on HeldDOWN, Bryte and Tina were to be married, and Chris Bryte shocked us all when he attacked his would-be wife in the middle of the ceremony. Why? Because he never loved Tina; he was just using her as a means to get to Panther, whom he looked up to prior to entering the business. Bryte felt that women--especially Tina--had made Panther weak, thus making him unfit to compete in pro wrestling any longer. Bryte took great pride in ending Panther's career; however, he still had to deal with Tina, who was out for revenge. The two met one-on-one on the 6/3 episode of HeldDOWN, and Tina, like Panther before her, seemed to have Chris Bryte beat. But the unknown man made his presence felt again, hitting Tina with THE STIFFEST PUNCH IMAGINABLE, allowing Bryte to cover her and pick up the win! Who was this unknown man? We'd find out a week later, as Chris Bryte introduced us to...THE HAND~!, possessor of the strongest, most deadly hands on the planet. The Hand-at Bryte's behest--attempted to demonstrate his exceptional hand strength on Tina, but before he could do any damage...PANTHER hit the ring and made the save. For the next month, Panther remained a thorn in Bryte's side, attacking him at every opportunity. Finally, after Panther's timely interference prevented Bryte from stealing a win from Leon Rodez, Bryte snapped. He challenged Panther to a one-on-one confrontation on the 7/1 HeldDOWN, which Panther naturally accepted. It turned out to be a trap, however, as Panther showed up only to be beaten down by The Hand. From there, Bryte issued another challenge; he'd waive the stipulation from Living Anglelously and allow Panther to return if he agreed to face The Hand one-on-one. For weeks, we awaited Panther's answer, as the injuries suffered from The Hand's attack left him questioning whether or not it'd be worth it to continue his war with Bryte. Meanwhile, The Hand made short work of his opposition on HeldDOWN, which included "J-Dogg" Johnny Gunn--Panther's longtime rival and, perhaps, his toughest opponent. Bryte boasted that if The Hand could beat J-Dogg as easily as he did, Panther would be a piece of cake. This didn't sit too well with J-Dogg, and he challenged the pair to a tag match, claiming that he could pick anyone off the streets as a tag partner and defeat Bryte and The Hand easily. Bryte took him up on the challenge and was shocked to find out that Gunn had chosen Panther to be his tag partner. Panther and Gunn took it to Bryte and The Hand, but in the end, Gunn was choked out by The Hand, earning he and Panther a DQ victory. After the match, The Hand refused to let up, and relentlessly choked J-Dogg as Panther (who was trapped in the ropes) looked on. By the time the choke was broken, J-Dogg's throat had been crushed, and we was tragically killed. It looked as if The Hand would be facing jail time for what most sensible people saw as a murder, but in a controversial (and puzzling) ruling by the New Mexico State Athletic Commission, J-Dogg's death was classified as a sporting accident, and no criminal charges were filed. Bryte blamed the death on Panther, and looked to send one last message to him by sending The Hand after Jackie Gayda, when Panther made a last-minute save and accepted the officially accepted the challenge. And that was that. Panther vs. The Hand is on, and it's NEXT! When the video ends, we cut to Triple C at the broadcast position. COLE Ok, fans, you just saw the history and the many twists and turns we've had in order to get to this point, ending with Panther's accepting the challenge this past Thursday on HeldDOWN! But fans, it didn't end there. Since we went off the air Thursday night, there have been all sorts of meetings...all kinds of negotiations between the Board of Directors, Bill Watts and Panther surrounding this match. OAOAST officials didn't want this match to happen tonight. After last week's unfortunate incident with "J-Dogg" Johnny Gunn, the office felt that The Hand is a liability, and they refused to allow him to compete tonight...or ever again for that matter. However, Panther was adament about going through with this match, because if he doesn't fight The Hand, the Living Anglelously stipulation won't be waived, and if it isn't waived, then Panther won't be able to LEGALLY get his hands on Chris Bryte again. There have been heated negotiations going on...they were negotiating as late as 10am this morning. The parties involved have reached an agreement, and fans, the match will take place. Panther vs. The Hand...it's non-sanctioned by the OAOAST, so the company isn't responsible for anything that happens in the ring between these two. In fact, Panther himself is paying for this match out of his pocket. Watts forced him to put up $100,000 to cover all medical bills, any other damage...he's even paying a referee to officiate this thing, as none of the OAOAST refs wanted to do it. It just goes to show you that the company truly wants nothing to do with this thing! Furthermore, as was stipulated when the challenge was made, by accepting this match, Panther is officially back on the OAOAST roster. Furthermore, the board of directors inserted another clause into the contract for this match which guarantees Panther a match against Chris Bryte anytime or anyplace he wants...win, lose or draw! CABOOSE And I think that's completely unfair, Cole. Chris Bryte never agreed to that stipulation! COLE Yeah, but there's nothing he can do about it. The match is signed, sealed and delivered, and if Panther can make it out of this match in one piece, then he's got what he wanted: a chance to legally beat the hell outta Chris Bryte. CABOOSE But that's a mighty big "if", Cole. You see, I had a talk with Chris Bryte in the back and he's not happy at all about this situation, but in the end, it won't even matter. What happened to J-Dogg last week was an accident, according to Chris Bryte. And tonight...well...Bryte believes that we just may see one more "accident" in that ring tonight. COACH What? CABOOSE That's what he told me! COLE I can't believe this! I...I sincerely hope Panther's not making a mistake by going through with this match. Fans...let's take you down to Michael Buffer at ringside! We cut out to the yard, where we see Michael Buffer standing in the center of the ring with a mic in hand. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen...the following contest in non-sanctioned by the OAOAST, and it is scheduled for one fall! "Where I'm From" by Jay-Z hits the PA system, as inside the prison, the crowd boos as The Hand's image appears on the big screens. BUFFER Introducing first...he hails from Brooklyn, New York, and he weighs in tonight at 378 pounds...he is Chris Bryte's right hand man...he is...THE HAAAAAAAND~! The Hand scowls as he continues his path to ringside. He climbs upon the ring apron and steps over the top rope, looking around the yard as he walks around the ring. COACH He sure seems at home in a place like this. COLE Tell me about it. Again, a lot of controversy surrounding this man after what was--let's face it-- a MURDER of another human being. And for some reason, officials don't see it necessary to charge this man for his crimes! I don't understand it. This man shouldn't be allowed to walk the streets. CABOOSE Yeah, well, by the time this is over, Panther won't be able to walk anywhere. I've got that feeling, Cole. Panther and J-Dogg may be reunited after this one. COLE I pray that's not the case. The Hand's music dies down, and "State Prop (You Know Us)" hits the PA system. The crowd goes crazy as the lights go out, and a bright white spotlight shines on the entrance, highlighting a figure at the entrance. Wearing his "Panther 215" gear and a black jacket with the hood pulled up over his head, is... COLE There he is! It's Panther! The crowd pops in the background as he raises his arms high above his head, snaps them down by his side, then sprints down towards the ring. He's moving so fast that the spotlight operator is struggling to keep focus on him. As he hits the ring, the music abruptly stops, the lights return to normal and... *WHAM* COACH OH NO! *DING DING DING* ...he runs right into a hard clothesline from The Hand as the ref calls for the bell. It sounds, and The Hand pounces his foe, dropping to his knees and choking his opponent with both hands! COLE No, damn it, no! He's got Panther! COACH This is the way he killed J-Dogg! A collective gasp comes up from the crowd as The Hand applies more pressure to the throat. Then, suddenly, he releases his opponent, looking down at him in bewilderment. THE HAND~! ...huh? OPPONENT Wazup?! Wazup?! WAAAAZUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP?!?!?! TRIPLE C WHAT THE HELL?! CABOOSE That's not Panther! COLE Where the hell...where the hell is Panth-- COACH Look! The camera cuts to the floor, where we see the REAL Panther hop a fence with a shovel in one hand and a sack in the other. He drops the sack at the apron and slides into the ring with the shovel, running up on The Hand from behind and... *BOOOOM* ...nailing him with a hard shot to the head, sending him stumbling forwards into the ropes. Another shovel shot sends him tumbling to the floor. The crowd goes crazy as Panther follows him to the outside, where he catches him with another shot to the back of the head. One to the side of the head sends The Hand staggering back up against the ringpost, where Panther takes the edge of the shovel and presses it up against his throat. The crowd noise is deafening as The Hand struggles for air. CABOOSE He's trying to kill him, Cole! COLE Panther's got The Hand in trouble! The Hand is on the run! Panther has a sadistic look on his face as he continues to push the shovel into The Hand's throat. However, The Hand grabs the shovel's stick with both hands and manages to snatch the weapon away from Panther. Panther cautiously backs away as The Hand takes the shovel and snaps it in two. He then turns back to Panther and lets loose a wild battle cry... THE HAND~! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR~! ...to which Panther responds by kicking him square in the nuts! THE HAND~! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH~! The Hand doubles over in pain, allowing Panther to stagger him with a hard right hook to the jaw. Panther nails him with a second shot before moving in, grabbing him by the wrist and BITING his right hand. The Hand yanks Panther down by the hair, but he gets right back up and grabs the wrist once again, slamming it into the steel ringpost once...twice...three times before pulling it close to his chest and biting it again. The Hand SCREAMS in pain as he shoves Panther to the floor. He takes a moment to shake off his hand, then looks up at Panther with a psychotic look in his eyes. As Panther reaches his feet, The Hand comes at him with a full head of steam, only to have Panther drop toehold him into the steel stairs, knocking them off their hinges. The Hand writhes in pain on the ground as Panther quickly makes his way around the ring, rushing over to the timekeeper's table and grabbing a steel chair. CABOOSE Oh no! COLE Panther's got a chair! CABOOSE Look out, Hand! COACH That's... CABOOSE OH SHUT THE HELL UP! Panther makes his way back around the ring with the chair in hand, but The Hand has already made his way back to his feet, and the two go face to face by the time Panther has made it back around. The big man trembles with anger as he cocks his right fist, preparing to strike, but as he follows through with his punch, Panther raises the chair to block it. The Hand tries to strike again, but instead catches a HARD chairshot to the fist, followed up by another HARD shot to the head that sends him tumbling back to the ground with his right arm draped over the steel stairs. Before he has a chance to move the arm, Panther moves in and stamps down on his wrist, pinning him to the stairs. Panther is grinning from ear to ear as he looks around the yard, drawing a HUGE pop from the crowd. He then looks down at The Hand, raises the chair high above his head and brings it right down onto The Hand's right hand--AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN! The crowd goes crazy as The Hand pulls his arm free, and begins rolling around on the floor clutching at the injured hand. CABOOSE Panther is trying to break this man's hand! No fair! COLE Panther's come into this thing with a gameplan, folks! He's trying to take out The Hand's strongest weapon right off the bat, and thus far, it appears to have been successful. CABOOSE I think it's broken, Cole! That appears to be the case as The Hand crawls back into the ring with an unfamiliar look of pain etched on his face; he's unable to even ball up his fist on the injured hand. Meanwhile, on the floor, Panther has discarded the chair and is now pulling what appear to be brass knucks from his boot. The crowd clamors in the background as he shows off the weapon. CABOOSE Oh no! Ref! Don't let him do this! Panther slides back to the ring with the knucks as The Hand sits on his knees writhing in pain. "Awww, you poor thing!", says Panther as he approaches the injured monster. Angered, The Hand takes a swipe at Panther, but Panther dodges it and sticks his chin out, daring The Hand to hit him. The Hand swipes again, but Panther again dodges it and sticks his chin out again! CABOOSE Can you believe this moron?! COLE Panther is taunting The Hand! Fuming, The Hand pulls back to his feet, only to have Panther nail him with a straight jab with the brass knuckles that splits his lip wide open. Panther fires off a second jab to the nose that knocks The Hand down to a knee. Panther then moves in and grabs a side headlock, firing off rapid-fire brass knuckle shots right to the forehead. The Hand halts Panther's onslaught, using his left hand to grab him by the hair and swing him around into a modified headlock. Panther fights the hold furiously as The Hand pulls himself back to a standing position. Once at his feet, The Hand releases the headlock, only to get blasted right on the chin with a brass knuckle-assisted uppercut from Panther. The Hand's head snaps back, his legs buckle, and he falls limp to the canvas, much to the crowd's delight. Panther seizes the opportunity by leaping onto his foe with a lateral press. COLE The Hand may be out! Panther could have this thing here... 1... 2... 3--NOOOOO~! Kickout WITH AUTHORITY~! by The Hand sends Panther through the ropes and to the outside. COACH Man! How the hell did he kick out after that shot?! CABOOSE Panther's not gonna beat The Hand that easily, Coach! It's like Bryte said...this guy's got a competitive spirit! An undeniable will to win! The Hand lies on the canvas, bleeding deep breaths as he tries to regain his bearings on the canvas. Once he's done so, he sits up, ready to pull himself back to his feet when suddenly, Panther reaches in from the outside and wraps a steel chain around his throat, drawing another pop from the crowd. The Hand again gasps for air as Panther pulls on the ends of the chain, dragging the big man to the point where the back of his head is resting up against the lip of the apron. Panther then takes the chain and wraps it around his fist, after taking a moment to signal to the crowd, Panther fires off a hard shot right to an open wound on The Hand's forehead. A second. Panther tries for a third, but it's blocked, and The Hand reaches up and wraps his right hand around Panther's throat! COLE Oh no! The Hand's got it! He's got that Panther by the throat! But he's unable to maintain the hold; his hand's too damaged. The Hand pulls his hand away and draws it close to his chest, allowing Panther to wrap the the chain around his head and yank it back and forth, raking the big man's eyes with the steel links (ouch!). The Hand rolls to the far side of the ring, hoping to create some distance so that he can gather himself. But Panther doesn't let up, and as The Hand crawls towards a nearby turnbuckle, Panther runs around, hops up on the apron and wraps the chain around The Hand's throat once again. Panther pulls back on the chain as far as he can as The Hand's eyes look ready to leap from their sockets. Panther climbs to the top turnbuckle for added leverage, but this proves to be a mistake, as The Hand grabs the chain with both hands and uses it to yank Panther from the top rope, sending him crashing backfirst on the canvas. Battered and exhausted, The Hand collapses back into the corner, struggling for air as the crowd boos him in the background. Panther slowly pulls himself back up, looking to continue his onslaught, but as soon as he finds his feet, The Hand darts at him and mows him down with a VICIOUS yakuza kick. The Hand falls into a cover... 1... 2... NO! Panther's able to get the right shoulder off the mat after a count of two! COLE What a shot there by The Hand, and just like that, this thing has turned into his favor. CABOOSE Yeah. I'll give Panther credit, Cole. He came in here with a great gameplan and he executed it well, but all he's done is make The Hand mad. And when The Hand gets mad..."accidents" happen! The Hand pulls himself to a vertical base and uses his left hand to wipe his face. He's bleeding profusely from the forehead, and blood is also running from his lip and nose. The Hand seeths as he turns back to Panther, who's beginning to pull himself back to his feet. He lets loose yet another battle cry as he charges Panther and shoves him back into a turnbuckle, where he begins to unload on him with STIFFSTIFFSTIFF~! reverse elbows to the face and to the side of the head. The Hand follows up by burying his knee right into Panther's abdomen, knocking the wind out of his MUCH smaller opponent and causing him to slump down onto the bottom turnbuckle. The Hand stays on Panther, stomping him HARD in the face again and again and again. Panther already appears to be out of it as The Hand runs into the ropes, comes off at full speed and nails Panther with a running stomp right to the eye. Panther falls limp to the canvas, and The Hand drags him away from the buckle, where he makes the cover. Referee with the count... 1... 2.. NO! Panther again gets his shoulder off the canvas. The Hand makes a second cover, this time hooking the leg for... 1... 2... NO! Panther manages to escape once more. Frustrated, The Hand drives the point of his elbow into Panther's throat, causing him to squirm and kick his legs on the canvas. He then reaches into his pocket, and pulls out what appears to be a sharpened piece of metal. COLE Oh for the love of God NO! COACH Well...this is a prison, Mikey! CABOOSE And this is unsanctioned too! It's all legal! COLE I know but...ref! Don't let him do this! Don't let The Hand--NOOOOO! The fans cringe as The Hand repeatedly drives the sharp object into Panther's forehead, slicing him wide open. Panther brings his hands up to cover his face as The Hand looks down on him and smiles. COLE Sick! This man is absolutely sick. The Hand then looks to Panther's torso and nods his head. He then raises the object high above his head... COLE NO! COACH HE'LL KILL HIM! ...but just as he starts to bring it down, the ref intervenes and snatches the weapon away. The crowd breathes a collective sigh of relief as the weapon is tossed from the ring. COLE Thank God! Excellent call by the official. The Hand isn't as happy. He climbs back to his feet and grabs the chain that Panther brought into the match earlier on. Blood is pouring from Panther's forehead as he works his way to his knees and tries to get back up, but he's sent right back down to the canvas as The Hand walks up to him and whips him across the back with the chain! A second time! One more to the back of the head sends Panther face down onto the mat. The crowd boos wildly as The Hand flashes another smile at Panther. He then wraps the steel chain around Panther's head (right at his mouth), places his boot between Panther's shoulder blades and begins to wrench back with his left hand. Panther's screaming bloody murder on the canvas as he scratches and claws at the ropes. COLE The Hand...using that chain on Panther... CABOOSE And it's all legal! The Hand's returning the favor from earlier on, so don't even think about complaining, Cole. COLE Panther's in a bad way here! That chain is ripping into the mouth of Panther! There's all kinds of torque on Panther's neck...he may rip the man's head right off his shoulders, 'Boose! CABOOSE How great would that be?! C'mon, Hand! The fans are clapping and stomping in unison, chanting "LET'S GO PAN-THER *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP*" as he tries to combat this hold from The Hand. Panther manages to get The Hand's boot off of his back and make his way to his knees, but The Hand continues to pull back on the chain, causing him to bleed from the mouth. Panther keeps fighting, though, and with the crowd rallying behind him, he makes his way up to one knee and fires off a reverse elbow to the midsection. A second one loosens his grip. Panther then pulls himself back to his feet and tries to run to the ropes, but The Hand pulls back on the ends of the chain, yanking Panther right back down to the mat. The Hand then hits off the ropes again, and when he comes off, he leaps into the air and drops a devastating elbow right into Panther's throat! Cover by The Hand... 1... 2... NO SIR! Panther gets the shoulder up one more time! Frustrated, The Hand grabs Panther by the hair and yanks him up to a seated position, where he nails him with a HARD soccer kick to the small of the back. He follows up with a second before wrapping the chain around Panther's head once again. Panther reaches for the heavens, hoping to find a way of escape, but his attempts appear to be futile as The Hand wrenches back once more. With the chain cutting off his oxygen, and with him losing more and more blood by the second, slowly but surely, Panther's arms begin to drop by his sides. CABOOSE He's fading guys. I think he's just about done! The fans begin clapping and stomping yet again, hoping to will Panther out of the predicament, but it doesn't work, as Panther continues to slip further and further away from consciousness. Suddenly, we cut to the entrance, where we see none other than TINA headed out to ringside. She's wearing a white t-shirt with red shorts, with a red purse on her shoulder. She has a look of concern on her face as she heads down to the ring. CABOOSE Now what's she doing here?! COLE That's Tina! Tina's on her way down to the ring... CABOOSE She's got no business being out here, Cole. The crowd cheers Tina on as she reaches ringside, where Panther is just barely conscious in The Hand's clutches. The Hand spots Tina on the floor and begins to laugh. "Take a look at your little girlfriend, Panther!", says The Hand, before tightening his grip on the chain. Panther slowly opens his eyes and raising his head, laying his eyes on Tina for the first time in almost two months. The Hand yanks back on the chain again. "C'mon, Panther! You don't wanna die in front of your little girlfriend, do you?! DO YOU?!" The Hand yanks the chain once more as a look of intensity begins to build in Panther's eyes. His body begins to tremble, and his arms begin to rise into the air. COLE Oh boy! Panther may have just come alive! He's not out of this thing yet! The "LET'S GO PANTHER" chants start up once more as Panther begins to turn into the hold, working his way up to one knee. From that position, Panther again fires off two reverse elbows to The Hand's gut before pulling himself back to his feet. Panther makes a go for the ropes, but The Hand holds on to the chain, preventing him from doing so. Panther makes another attempt, but is still unable to free himself. With desperation setting in, Panther drops to his knees and blasts the monster with a hard uppercut to the groin, drawing a loud pop from the crowd. The Hand releases his grip, and both he and Panther collapse to the canvas! CABOOSE Damn it! COLE Panther with a desperation low blow, and down goes The Hand! Both men are down! Which one of these men will be able to make it up first? Will Panther be able to turn the tide against this monster of a man?! The crowd claps and stomps in unison as Panther crawls towards the ring ropes. There, Tina wraps her arm around him, and begins saying something along the lines of "let me help you"! Panther's having none of that, though, and promptly shoves her away, causing her to sigh. Panther then grabs the middle and top ropes, using them to pull himself back to a vertical base. He and The Hand reach their feet at roughly the same time, at which point Panther wipes the blood from his eyes and runs straight at The Hand... *WHAM* ...only to get turned inside out by a BIG clothesline! Panther's on dream street, and instinctively pops back to his feet, where The Hand doubles him over with a boot to the midsection, then pulls him into a standing headscissors. Tina looks on with dispair from the outside as The Hand wraps his arms around Panther's waist, lifts him high into the air and DRILLS him with a devastating powerbomb. The Hand staggers back into the ropes after completing the move; the effects of Panther's onslaught from early on are beginning to catch up to him. COLE Panther is down...and that may have been his last chance to pull this thing out. CABOOSE Oh, you're damn right it was. I think he may be done right now. Finish him, Hand! The crowd begins to chant for Panther again as Tina continues to look on with her forearms resting on the ring apron and her hands folded in front of her...almost as if she's in prayer. In the ring, The Hand has gotten himself together, and points down at Panther's motionless body. He then turns to Tina. "Say bye to your punk ass boyfriend!", he says, as he turns to the corner and begins to climb. The crowd clamors in the background. COACH What the hell is he doing? CABOOSE I dunno, but I'm not sure if this is a smart move. The Hand climbs up to the middle rope and...well, fuck it! He decides to go ALL THE WAY TO THE TOP as Panther remains motionless on the canvas. With his back facing the ring, The Hand raises his arms before leaping from the top rope and... TRIPLE C OH MY GOD!!!!! *BOOM* The fans burst into a LOUD chant of "HOLY SHIT" as Tina looks on in awe from the floor. CABOOSE My God, what a move by The Hand! COLE PHOENIX SPLASH!!! MY GOD, THAT'S THE BIGGEST PHOENIX SPLASH I'VE EVER SEEN! CABOOSE Have you ever seen a man his size deliver a move like that? COLE Never! That was....that was incredible! COACH Yeah. It's a damn shame he MISSED! That's right! Panther managed to roll out of the way, and The Hand got NOTHING BUT CANVAS! The crowd cheers as Panther begins to crawl towards the chain and picks it up off the canvas. He pulls himself back to his feet, turns and whips The Hand RIGHT IN THE FACE with the chain. One more time. He then discards the chain and grabs The Hand's left arm, hoping to Irish whip him into the ropes. NOPE! He's way to big, and ends up whipping Panther in the opposite direction. Panther ducks a clothesline coming off the ropes and goes into the other side, and when The Hand turns around, Panther explodes out of the ropes and catches him with a basement dropkick right to the knee. The Hand goes down like he's been shot as Panther springs back to his feet, with the crowd still rallying behind him. The Hand pulls himself up to his knees, at which point Panther hits the ropes again and catches him coming off with a running front dropkick right to the jaw! The Hand is down! Panther makes the cover and HOOKS THE LEG! 1... 2... NO! NO! NO! Only a two! Panther springs back to his feet, guess what! HE'S FIRED UP, DAMN IT! The Hand tries to sit up, but Panther shoves him back down and catches him with a hard stomp to the forehead. He follows up with a three more stomps to the injured right hand before grabbing The Hand's wrist, lifting it off the canvas and bending back his fingers as hard as possible. The Hand screams in pain as an almost gleeful Tina looks on from the floor. COACH Peep Panther going back to the injury, yo! That's what I'm talking about! Get him Panther! Panther uses the injured appendage to drag The Hand back to his feet and over to a corner, where he rams the injured hand up against the turnbuckle. He does this two more times before barring up on the arm and perching himself up on the second turnbuckle. COLE Watch Panther here! Could we be getting set to see a single-arm DDT here? Possibly, but Panther never gets the chance to execute, as The Hand nails him with two hard forearm shots to the gut. He hits one more before wrapping his arms around Panther's waist and tossing him out towards the center of the ring; luckily, Panther is able to land on his feet. The Hand darts right at Panther, but Panther manages to duck under an attempted yakuza kick, and when The Hand turns around, he gets blasted right on the money with a beautiful superkick. The force of the kick causes The Hand to spin out in the opposite direction, allowing Panther to come up from behind and roll him up for a school boy! The shoulders are down... 1... 2... THRRRR--NO SIR! Just a two! Both men try to get back to their feet, with Panther making it up first. He grabs The Hand by the head and drives the point of his elbow into the back of his neck. He does this twice more before slipping behind The Hand and grabbing a rear waistlock. COLE What the...is he gonna try a German?! CABOOSE No way he hits this! The Hand's way too big! Panther tries to take him over, but he's unsuccessful, and two more reverse elbows send him staggering out into the ropes. The Hand wiggles the fingers on his right hand (trying to get some feeling back into it) before extending the hand high into the air. The crowd clamors in the background. COLE Oh no! Could he be setting up for the choke?! CABOOSE If he gets this, Panther's toast. As Panther clears the cobwebs along the ropes, The Hand rears back and extends his hand forward, but Panther manages to catch him by the wrist just before he can apply the choke. The Hand doesn't give up, though, as he tries to force his hand forward, with Panther working as hard as he can to force his arm in the opposite direction. The two men struggle for a moment, with the much bigger and stronger Hand gaining the natural advantage. Panther keeps fighting, but to no avail, as the hand slowly inches its way towards his throat. But just when it seems as if Panther will come out on the losing end, he manages to slip behind The Hand, grab a rear waistlock and fold him up with a devastating German suplex! No bridge, all impact. The crowd comes to its feet when Panther hits the move! CABOOSE You have gotta be kidding me! I mean..how?! HOW?! COLE Panther using every ounce of strength he has left to take The Hand up and over with that German suplex. The Hand is in trouble, 'Boose, and Panther...he could pull this thing off here. Panther crawls towards the ring ropes and out to the apron, where, again, he's approached by Tina. She offers him some words of encouragement, but Panther again shrugs her off and begins to ascend the turnbuckles. When he reaches the top, Panther looks down upon The Hand, stands upright and leaps into the air, coming down upon his opponent with a tremendous frog splash. Panther doesn't go for the cover, though, and instead pulls himself back to his feet, motioning for The Hand to get back up. COLE It is electric here at Alcatraz! Panther has these fans riled up, and he looks just about ready to end this thing! Panther stands above The Hand, imploring the monster to return to his feet. Slowly, The Hand pulls himself to a knee, then back to a standing position, where Panther doubles him over with a boot to the midsection. Panther then grabs a 3/4 headlock COLE Oh! Panther Cut-- NO! The Hand counters by dropping to a knee. Panther tries it once more, but ends up getting shoved into the ropes, and when he comes off-- *WHAM* ...THE HAND CONNECTS WITH A HARD RIGHT HAND TO THE JAW! COLE Oh! What a shot by The Hand! CABOOSE IT'S OVER!!! YOU'VE GOT HIM, HAND! YOU'VE GOT HIM! Panther is down on the canvas, but so is The Hand; he's rolling around on the canvas, clutching at his injured right hand. CABOOSE Shake it off, Hand! Shake it off! HE'S DONE! Tina looks on intently as The Hand pulls himself back to his feet, trying to shake his hand loose. He walks over to Panther and uses his left hand to pull him back to his feet. Panther appears to be out of it as The Hand wraps his right hand around his throat. Before he can apply any real pressure, though, Panther slaps his arm down, grabs him by the head and hits him with a Panther Cutter! Out of Nowhere!!!!!!! COLE HE HIT IT! HE HIT IT!!!! PANTHER'S GOT IT WON!!!! PANTHER'S GOT IT WON!!!!! Panther falls into a cover and hooks the leg... CROWD 1....2....3!!!!!!!!! COLE HE GOT HIM!!!!!!! CABOOSE NO!!!! IT WAS JUST A TWO!!!!! COLE What?! I can't...I can't believe it! CABOOSE He can't beat The Hand! Panther cannot beat The Hand! Panther sits up on the canvas with an incredulous look on his face. He runs his hand through his hair and slaps the canvas, as a slight chant of "Bullshit" can be heard in the crowd. Panther then cuts his eyes to Tina, who seems ready to intervene at any second. Panther again waves her off and pulls himself back to his feet. He grabs The Hand by the head, pulls him up to his knees, then drives a strong knee right to the side of the head. He fires off another one, sending The Hand teetering backwards. Panther then takes a step back, then charges forward, catching him with a hard kick to the head. He takes another step back, then does it again. Panther backs up one more time, leaning up against the ropes as The Hand pulls himself up to one knee. Panther wipes the blood from his face, takes a deep breath and charges at The Hand one more time... ...only to run straight into The Hand's right hand as he applies the choke once more. The crowd gasps as The Hand begins to squeeze...then, suddenly, he releases his grip! CABOOSE Wha... COLE His hand's too injured! He can't apply any pressure! Indeed. As The Hand clutches at his injured hand, Panther back into the ropes, takes another breath, and charges forward one more time... ...this time, running straight into The Hand's LEFT hand, much to the crowd's dismay. He wraps his right hand around Panther's neck as well, and with a psychotic look in his eyes, he begins to squeeze as hard as he possibly can! COLE He's got it, damn it! The Hand's got the choke applied with both hands! CABOOSE And there's no way that Panther gets outta this! J-Dogg, start rolling over in that grave of yours, buddy. You've got company on the way! Tina looks distraught on the outside as The Hand chokes Panther down to one knee; Panther's spewing blood all over the place as he struggles for air. Tina begins to hyperventilate on the outside, her eyes growing wide with fear as The Hand slowly chokes the life out of her former companion. Chants of "Let's go Panther" start up once more, but they don't seem to do any good, as Panther begins to fade again. Finally, Tina's had enough on the outside. She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and slides into the ring, charging The Hand from behind and nailing him with a clubbing forearm across the back, which has no effect on the monster. She begins pounding him with rapid rights and lefts to the back, none of which have any effect, as The Hand maintains the choke hold. Out of desperation, Tina grabs The Hand's left arm and begins trying to forcibly pry him off of Panther. She pulls as hard as she possibly can, but... *THUD* ...The Hand shoves her off, sending her crashing to the mat. The Hand then reapplies the choke to Panther as Tina looks on from the mat, a look of fury building up in her eyes. She pulls herself up to her feet, comes up behind The Hand one more time, and nails him with a HARD kick to the groin! The crowd erupts with cheers as The Hand falls to the canvas in pain, and chants of "Tina, Tina" start up as she slips back out to the floor. Panther begins crawling for the ropes once again as Tina grabs her purse on the outside, pulling out a blood red crowbar. She then turns back to the ring and shoves it towards Panther, imploring him to take it. Panther looks at it for a moment, then shoves it away, again refusing Tina's help. "He'll kill you!", say Tina. "Take it!" She shoves it back to him, but Panther again refuses it. The two begin to argue, but the argument is cut short when The Hand comes up from behind and grabs Panther by the back of his jersey, pulling him back to his feet. He scoops him up over his shoulder and carries him out to the center of the ring, perhaps preparing for a powerslam. However, Panther manages to wiggle free and slip onto his back (piggyback style), where he takes Tina's crowbar (which he grabbed from the canvas just as The Hand picked him up) and jams it's edge DIRECTLY INTO THE HAND'S LEFT EYE (OUCH)!!! The Hand screams bloody murder as the pain causes The Hand to drop down to one knee, at which point, Panther hops off his back and removes the crowbar from his eye, which is not practically spurting blood. Panther then clutches the crowbar with both hands, and stands above The Hand, measuring him. *WHAM* Panther nails him with a hard crowbar shot right to the injured eye. *WHAM* He nails him with another hard shot right to the side of the head. And finally... *WHAM~!* ...a skull-shattering shot to the top of the head, causing The Hand to fall flat to the canvas. Panther tosses the crowbar away and falls to the canvas, with his right arm draped across The Hand's chest for... CROWD 1...2...3~! *DING DING DING* **Cue "State Prop (You Know Us)" BUFFER Here is your winner: PAAAAAAAAAAAAANTHEERRRRRRR!!!!! The camera cuts to the indoor screening, where the fans are going crazy. COLE What a battle! What a brutal battle this was, as Panther has survived this war with Chris Bryte's Hand! CABOOSE Yeah, he survived, but he didn't get it done on his own! What about the interference, Cole?! Panther was done if not for Tina! COLE Well...I dunno about that. Things were certainly looking bleak for Panther before she got involved. I'll say that much. EMTs rush to ringside to attend to The Hand, who's losing a lot of blood in the ring. Meanwhile, Tina reenters the ring to attend to Panther. She uses a white towel to wipe the blood from his face, and tries to help him back to his feet, when suddenly, Panther shoves her away. Panther shoots her a scournful look as his music begins to die down in the background. COLE What's this about, now? CABOOSE Ahh, I don't even care anymore. They both make me sick. COLE Panther...I dunno. It appears that maybe he's a little upset that Tina got involved in this thing. The two eye one another down for a moment or two before Tina lowers her head in shame. With a sombre look on her face, Tina turns and starts to exit the ring, but Panther catches her by her hand before she's able to. She turns back to Panther with a look of confusion on her face, and which point Panther pulls her in and plants a big kiss on her lips, drawing a good-sized pop from the crowd. "State Prop (You Know Us)" hits the PA system once more as Panther grabs Tina and lifts her up onto her shoulders to a standing ovation. COLE Well...how bout that? CABOOSE Sickening. Absolutely sickening. COACH I think it's beautiful. I think...(sniffles)...I think I'm gonna cry, Marty. COLE Mikey! COACH Whatever. Panther and Tina continue to celebrate in the ring as The Hand is helped inside by EMTs. 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Stephen Joseph 0 Report post Posted July 30, 2004 (edited) Caboose: Looks like its time for my segment. Coach: Segment? Cole: Theres nothing on the script, Caboose...? Caboose: Yeah it was a secret last minute thing. Cole: Okay then... Caboose gets up from the announcer's table and asks for a microphone from the ringside crew. Caboose hesitantly walks towards the ring with an annoyed look on his face. Caboose squats down and pulls out a bag from under the ring. Caboose opens the bag and looks at its contents. A look of frustration and disgust comes across Caboose's face. He looks around Alcatraz and sighs, before sliding into the ring. Caboose drops the bag in the middle of the ring shakes his head before speaking on the mic... Caboose: This is what you get when you don't want to see your wife get stalked on national television... Cole: Huh? The crowd looks puzzled. Cole (In a hushed voice): You know whats this is about Jon? Coach: No. What you thinks in that bag?... Cole: I guess we're going to find out. Back in the ring, Caboose reaches into the bag and suddenly the lights go out, inducing the crowd to half cheer and grumble. Cole: What is this about? As the lights come back on Caboose is stood in the ring dressed in a poorly fitted Spider-Man costume. The crowd half laughs while the other half look on in puzzled curiosity, as a member of the ring crew climbs onto the ring apron holding a set of cue cards. Caboose then starts to read the cue cards in a very monotone voice... Caboose: Hello, and tahnk you for joining the OAOAST on the second night of it's PPV extravagansa, Licence to Pin... A small number of the crowd politely claps, as the rest just stare in confusion. Cabooose:...As you can see, I am your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man. Members of the crowd both laugh and boo. Cole: What the hell?! Coach: Is this for real? Caboose: The kind people who work behind the scenes of the OAOAST invited me here today. So I took a day out from my busy super-hero schedule. The crowd no just lightly boo. Caboose: They felt it would be a good oppurtunity for me to tell you all about this summer's big blockbuster... Realising the shilling nature of Caboose's promo, the crowd fully turn on Caboose and boo openly. However, Caboose simply continues to read the cards held by the ring crew member in an increasingly montone voice. Caboose: ...The film of my life, thats right, Spider-Man 2. The crowd continue booing. Cole: This is just odd. Coach: ... Caboose: In my latest adventure, I tackle my most dangerous foe to date, Doctor Octopus. More booing from the crowd. Caboose: But don't worry I'm not scared of anyone... Suddenly, someone dressed as the Green Goblin runs down to the ring... Caboose turns to face the Goblin as he slides into the ring. The Goblin runs towards Caboose, who sticks his right leg out, and the Goblin goes down despite missing Caboose's foot by a couple of feet. As the Goblin lands, his mask falls off revealing none other than Naz Mistry. The crowd laughs at first before returning to boos. Caboose: So if you want to see more action like that, check out Spider-Man 2 now in cinemas everywhere. Rated PG-12 for mild fantasy violence. Caboose pulls off the Spider-Man mask revealing a decidedly angry face, and speaks in a more emotional tone... Caboose: Is that all right bookerman? The lights go out as the crowd turns to confused grumbles. When the lights come back on, Caboose is back at the announcer's table with no Spider-Man outfit and Naz is gone from the ring. Cole: ... Coach: ... Caboose: ...On to our next match-up. :: *BEEP* *Transmission Interrupted, please contact your cable provider* COLE and Johnny Jackson has defeated Jay Darring! COACH What a return for Darring. Let's hope he recovers soon. CABOOSE Next! Edited August 1, 2004 by Stephen Joseph Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Stephen Joseph 0 Report post Posted July 30, 2004 (edited) 100,000 Thumbtacks match: Gunner Sharps vs. Johnny Jackson CUE: ‘Make Her Say’ by O-Town Johnny Jackson strolls out to ringside, rockin’ to the beat of his theme, ‘Make Her Say’. The fans pop when they see Johnny, who steps into the ring, and looks at the BUFFER The Following Contest is a Second Round Match in the Emperor of Death Tournament! Introducing first, from The 313, weighing in at Two Hundred and Fifteen pounds… JOHNNY JACKSON! COLE Well Johnny Jackson has a big chance here to score an upset win over one of the favorites to win this whole tournament, Gunner Sharps. Gunner had a big win over Vitamin X in the first round, and is out for blood tonight, especially the blood of his chief adversary, the Twenty-Four Seven Champion, Hoff. CABOOSE Johnny Jackson gives away over one hundred pounds in weight and a foot in height to Gunner, but who knows if Static is waiting in the back to help out his partner. COACH Johnny Jackson has a ton of ability, and could use the thumbtacks to his advantage in this contest; they could be the difference-maker. CUE: ‘Debonaire’ by Dope Gunner sharps steps from outside the curtain, in the same ‘KILL HOFF’ jumpsuit as was present last night, and beats his chest before acknowledging the crowd. BUFFER Introducing his opponent, from Detroit Michigan, weighing in tonight at three hundred and fifty-five pounds, GUNNNNNERRRRRRRRRRR SHAAAAAAARRRRRRRPPPPPPPSSSSSSSS! COLE Johnny Jackson is smart enough to know that if he takes Gunner’s size advantage out of the equation and uses his speed, then he could win the match that way. I know if Gunner took a missile dropkick off the top rope he would certainly be likely to fall on some tacks. Gunner comes down the ramp and plays to the crowd some more. He gets to the entrance to the ring and starts to take off his jumpsuit, but he gets floored by a Johnny Jackson Suicide Dive! *DING DING DING* COLE And ladies and Gentlemen we are away just like that! Jackson starts hammering away with rights and lefts to the temple of Gunner Sharps, who tries in vain to cover up. Jackson then gets off the big man and runs to the ring post, waiting for Gunner to get to his feet. Gunner gets to his knees, but Jackson doesn’t let him get up any further, sending him back down to the mat with a running dropkick! Jackson goes for a cover; the referee gets in position… ONE… TWOOOOONO! Gunner powers out! COLE Johnny Jackson has jumped out of the blocks tonight! He knows he has to end this early! Johnny Jackson slides back into the ring and quickly climbs to the top rope. Gunner Sharps slowly gets up, and Jackson dives off the ropes for a Crossbody… but Gunner catches him! Gunner charges forward, and drives Johnny Jackson’s back into the steel ring post! Gunner then throws Jackson back into the ring, before sliding in himself. Gunner then walks over to the box of 100,000 Thumbtacks and dives his glove-covered hands in, before throwing some of the tacks onto the mat. COLE The tacks have come into play already here at License to Pin! CABOOSE Gunner had better make sure his opponent is incapacitated before he decides to make use of those tacks, if you have any use of your limbs you will do everything in your power to avoid those little bastards. COACH Thumbtacks don’t have parents? Caboose slaps Coach upside the head, while Johnny Jackson crawls to his feet. Jackson grabs one individual thumbtack and charges at Gunner, before shoving the tack into the back of his neck, with Gunner crying out in pain! COLE That is sick! CABOOSE Anything to win a match guys. Johnny Jackson grabs Gunner Sharps and sets him up for a Rock Bottom on the tacks. Gunner elbows Johnny in the head and Jackson staggers back to the non-tack side of the ring. Gunner charges at Jackson and knocks him down with a brutal clothesline, pulling the tack out of his neck afterwards. Gunner points at the tacks and nods at the crowd who give him a roar of approval. Gunner grabs Jackson by the hair and sets him up for a Powerbomb! COLE This is going to hurt! COACH My God, he can’t do this! Jackson starts to club away at the head of Gunner and shifts his position, getting the big man in a front face lock… AND DROPS HIM WITH A DDT ON THE TACKS! COLE OH COACH MY CABOOSE FUCKING ALL 3 GOD! COACH Gunner’s head and Johnny Jackson’s back drove into those thumbtacks! Jackson starts to slowly get up, the pain evident on his face. Gunner then shows signs of life, blood trickling from the tacks imbedded in his forehead. Johnny Jackson waits for Gunner to get up, Gunner turns around, and Jackson drops him with a Uranage! Cover by Johnny Jackson! COLE Jackson is going to defeat Gunner! ONE… TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…. THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!! COACH How close was that????? Jackson gets up again and looks at the box of tacks. Johnny grabs the box of tacks and empties them all over the mat! Johnny places the box upside down on the mat, and drags Gunner over to it, placing his head on the wooden thumbtack box. COLE What’s he going to do here! Johnny Jackson climbs to the top and plays to the crowd. He then looks down at Gunner, jumps off of the top rope, and onto Gunners head with a leg drop, breaking the box in the process! COACH That’s it! What a move! Jackson goes for yet another cover on Gunner… ONE… TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO… THREEEEEEEEEEEEENO! COLE Again, Gunner just kicks out! Jackson, frustrated that he can’t put the big man away, signals for the end! Jackson begs Gunner to get up, and signals for the Beat Drop! Gunner slowly gets up, Jackson catches him from behind and sets him up in a Pumphandle, but he can’t lift the big man! Jackson tries three times, but hurts his back! Gunner turns around and grabs Jackson by the throat! COLE He’s got him by the throat!!! Gunner turns around to the thumbtacks, and lifts Jackson up for a Chokeslam… but Johnny shifts his weight and goes behind Gunner, catching him with a sleeper! COACH Johnny’s going to try and choke him out! CABOOSE Jackson has Gunner here; this will be an amazing upset victory! Jackson pulls the sleeper tighter as Gunner tries to fight out of it! Gunner then finds Johnny’s hair and brings his other fist up to strike Johnny in the temple! Johnny’s grip slightly gives way, and Gunner takes advantage by grabbing him with both hands, and in one swift motion, picking Johnny up in a Gorilla Press! COLE My god what a power display! Gunner keeps Johnny up there, and then drops him down over his shoulder, before planting him onto the tacks with a Spinebuster! COACH What a move! CABOOSE He’s dead. Gunner goes for the cover… ONE…. TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO….. THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOO!! COLE How in the hell did he kick out of that? CABOOSE I don’t know, but however he did it, it saved his place in the Emperor of Death tournament. Gunner, frustrated with the call of two, grabs Jackson by the hair and backs up to the corner. Gunner then ascends the turnbuckles and grabs Jackson, lifting him up to the second rope. COLE Gunner can simply lift a grown man onto the second buckle! Amazing power! Gunner grabs Jackson and positions him in a Powerbomb from the second rope, but Jackson summons some life and starts striking away at Gunners head! Jackson tries for a hurricanrana, but Gunner holds onto the ropes, and Jackson! Gunner then uses one fist to punch Jackson right between the eyes, almost knocking him out! Gunner grabs Jackson over his shoulder and steps up to the top rope, with the crowd buzzing and the thumbtacks shining under the lights! COACH He can’t possibly… CABOOSE Oh yes he can! COLE This is why they are called Deathmatches! Gunner looks at the crowd, and then jumps off the top turnbuckle, sending Jackson down with the All Guns Blazing… ONTO THE TACKS! Gunner straight away gets down and hooks the leg! ONE!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* CUE: ‘Debonaire’ by Dope Gunner’s music starts up as he gets up gingerly, the referee raising his hand! COLE That was an amazing move! We really do hope Johnny Jackson is OK! BUFFER Here is your winner… GUNNNERRRRR SHAAAAAAAAARRRRRPPSSSSSS!! COACH And Gunner moves on! Who will he face next? Edited August 2, 2004 by Stephen Joseph Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Stephen Joseph 0 Report post Posted July 30, 2004 (edited) COACH It's time for our last quarterfinal match-up, and basing on what the other brackets look like, you at home can kind of guess what our Fans Bring The Weapons match coming up will be... COLE That's right, Sly Sommers will have a chance at revenge against Calvin Szechstein, and he's allowed to use any weapon that these bloodmark fans brought into the building to inflict punishment on Cal with! CABOOSE You know, considering Sly's state of mind and how sick some of these freaks are in the crowd, I don't think this match should be happening... COLE Will you be quiet? We got fan-made weapons in the ring, we got fans with weapons in the crowd; we're ready! Let's go to the ring! "3...2...1...I'm The Bomb!" is overheard throughout the building, and Calvin Szechstein's cue to come out is now. But, he doesn't come out. Seconds later, he goes rolling through the entrance. When he stops rolling on the ground, we can see that he's in pain. The camera then pans up to the entrance, and we see Sly Sommers running out of the entrance to kick Calvin right in the ribs! COLE It looks like Sly Sommers got a head start backstage! Sly then climbs on top of Calvin, and repeatedly punches him in the face. Sommers then pulls Calvin up, and chops him across the chest. Calvin goes stumbling towards the ring, and Sly follows. Sommers then turns Cal around by the shirt collar, and chops him again, sending him into the ring apron. Sly then grabs Calvin by the arm and whips him into the guardrail. COACH Sommers is a man on a mission tonight! Sly walks over and pulls Calvin up by the hair. Sly then lifts him and hangs him upside down on the guardrail. Sly then takes a few big steps back, charges at him, and slides feet-first into his face. Calvin's body falls on the ground. Sly pulls Calvin up and gives him a stiff European uppercut. Calvin stumbles into the guardrail and tries to run away by climbing it. But, Sly grabs Calvin's legs before he gets all the way over and kicks him right in between the legs! CABOOSE Disqualify him! COLE In an no-DQ match? CABOOSE A kick to the balls is ALWAYS a DQ in my book! Sly pulls Calvin off of the guardrail and nails a snap suplex onto the floor. He then floats through on top of Calvin and starts punching him in the face again. Sly then grabs Calvin by the hair and repeatedly slams the back of his head into the concrete. Sly pulls Calvin up, and sends him face-first into the ringpost. Sly then goes on the other side of the ringpost, charges, and swings around the ringpost to kick Calvin in the face! COACH Taking a move out of the Adam West playbook...I like it! Sly stomps Calvin on the ground for a second before pulling Calvin up again and shoving him into the guardrail. Sly then takes a few steps back, charges forward, and literally flips himself into Calvin. Sly gets up, turns Calvin around, and chokes him over the guardrail as the fans around him cheer on! CABOOSE I cannot believe these people! They're the same types that would cheer a public execution, or even vote Republican! Sly then backs up, as Calvin turns around in pain. Sly then charges at Calvin and clotheslines him over the guardrail, and Calvin lands in the front row. Calvin stumbles to his feet, as security in the crowd keeps the fans away. Sly then springboards off of the guardrail and dives onto Calvin! Sly then gets up and pumps his fists in the air, slapping hands with fans around him as they cheer him on. Sly then grabs a nearby chair and slams it onto Calvin's face! COACH Not exactly creative, but painful nonetheless! Sly pulls Calvin up and lifts him in a fireman's carry. Sly then drops Calvin face-first onto one of the nearby chairs. Blood starts to trickle down Calvin's forehead as Sly shoves Calvin down to the floor. Sly then drops a legdrop to the back of Calvin's head. Sly pulls Calvin up and drops him with a swinging neckbreaker. Sommers then asks around for weapons, and is handed a lighttube by a fan. Sly then swings the lighttube and smashes it over the back of Calvin's neck! COLE Ouch! Sly then pulls Calvin up by the hair and drags him over to the bleachers. Sly hooks Calvin, and sends him flying into the front row of bleachers with a Northern Lights suplex! Sly then stomps Calvin as he climbs up to the third row on the bleachers. He then pulls Calvin up and slaps him in the face to send him to the floor. Calvin turns around and Sly sends him head-first into the concrete with a tornado DDT! COACH So far, this has been ALL Sly! Sly pulls Calvin up again after shaking off the cobwebs of landing awkwardly, and pulls him onto the first row of the bleachers. Sly then climbs onto it too, hooks Calvin, and suplexes him down on the hard steel. Sly gets to his feet and chokes Calvin with the bottom of his boot. Sly then pulls Cal to the top of the bleachers (about ten rows up) with a headlock. Sly then attemps a Flatliner on Cal, but Cal is able to block and shoves Sly down, sending him rolling sideways down the bleachers! CABOOSE Look at that jackass tumble! Calvin sits down for a second to rest after all of the punishment he's been through so far, then walks down the bleachers. Calvin then lifts Sly up off of the ground and drops him on the bottom row with a side suplex. Calvin then climbs onto the second row and kneels down to repeatedly punch Sly in the face. Calvin then pulls Sly up onto the second row, hooks him, and brings him down onto the floor with a Russian legsweep! COACH Did you hear Sly's head hit the floor? COLE That sound was disgusting! Calvin slowly gets up, obviously hurting himself from the fall. He then asks around the crowd for a weapon, but no one will hand the dastardly villain anything to hurt Sly with. Calvin then spits in the wind at them, and turns around. But in turning around, he walks right into a rising lariat from Sly! Sly shakes his cobwebs off, and is then handed a glass pitcher by a fan. He lies it down on the floor, hooks Calvin in a front facelock, and DDT's Calvin onto the pitcher, breaking it in the process! COACH Anyone want some lemonade? Sly brushes a piece of glass off of his shirt, then picks up a small pile of broken glass that the impact made, and scatters it on Calvin's forehead. He then gets up and stomps on Calvin's face, trying to force the glass into his skin! CABOOSE That's just WRONG! Sly then pulls Calvin up, who's bleeding profusely from the forehead, and drags him back out into the crowd on the floor. He sits Calvin down in a chair and sets up another chair right in front of Calvin. Sly then steps back a bit, charges forward, and leaps off of the bare chair and onto Calvin! Sly then delivers repeated forearm strikes to the side of Calvin's face. Sly pulls Calvin up, and delivers a reverse DDT to the knee. Sly then pulls Calvin up to a standing position and sends him down face-first with a clothesline to the back of the head! COLE That hung him out to dry! Sly pulls Calvin up and suplexes him through an open chair. Sly sits Calvin up and repeatedly kicks him in the back of the head. Sly then nails a standing Hennig neck snap. Sly pulls Calvin up using a double chicken wing, but Calvin swings a mule kick that connects to Sly's groin region to escape. Cal hooks Sly's hand between his leg and drops him with a wrist-clutch side suplex. CABOOSE Even in pain, Calvin Szechstein can outwrestle Sly Sommers any day! Calvin pulls Sly to his feet and delivers a stiff forearm to his back. Calvin then grabs a chair he sees and wraps it over Sly's head. He then grabs the chair's legs and pulls it and Sly onto the ground hard. Calvin then pulls Sly up and goes for a bulldog. But, in mid-move, Sly shoves Calvin off and Cal crotches himself on a chair on the floor. Sly grabs Calvin and tosses him into another set of chairs that he ends up crashing through! COACH Looks like about twenty people just lost their seats! Sly then shakes himself off and dives into the chairs to continue pounding on Calvin! Sly then unsets a chair around him, lies it down on Calvin, and nails a big double-stomp onto it! Sly then pulls Calvin up and whips him to the guardrail. Sly stands Calvin up and props him throat-first over the edge of the guardrail. Sly sets up a chair a few feet behind Calvin, and walks back a bit. He then charges, leaps with one foot off of the chair, and lands crotch-first on the guardrail while going for an Air Juvy legdrop, as Calvin moved at the last second. CABOOSE Them testes must be bitchin' right now! COACH One more time...but in English, please. Calvin stumbles around and grabs a set of lighttubes taped together from a fan. He then tosses it at Sly's head to smash it, and Sly falls onto the floor on the other side in pain! COLE Oh lord...I think Sly's cut from a few weeks ago is bleeding again. COACH That's not good for him. Calvin then pulls Sly up, and whips him to the other side. Sly ends up practically flying over the guardrail, as he ends up crashing in the front row. Calvin then pulls a lightbulb mop that someone had made and was allowed to set up in the ring before the match, pulls it outside, goes to Sly, and bashes it over his head until all the lightbulbs on it are broken. Calvin then jumps over the guardrail and pulls Sly up to slam his face down on the seat of the chair. COACH To update for you blind fans at home: most of Calvin's face is covered in blood, and Sly has a crimson mask due to his previously-cut forehead, plus a few small cuts dripping down his left shoulder and arm. Calvin then pulls Sly up and punches him in the jaw. Calvin looks down at his hand and rubs it on a disgusted female fan near-by. Calvin then goes for a Tiger suplex onto a chair previously occupied by a fan, but Sly blocks it with a leghook. He then tries for the mule kick to the groin to escape, but Calvin spins him around before he gets the kick thrown too high. He immediately drops Sly with a jumping Ace Crusher onto a row of chairs! CABOOSE And who said Calvin Szechstein wouldn't get in any offense here? Calvin then shakes himself off and pops his elbow before going for a pin on a set of chairs... 1... 2... Kickout. Calvin pulls Sly up angrily and drops him with an STO on the row of chairs that he had just pinned Sly on. Calvin then sits Sly down on a chair and slaps him. He steps back to the guardrail as the referee clears his path. Calvin charges at Sly, but Sly leapfrogs him and Calvin crashes through the chair and lands on the floor with the chair under him. Sly then yells out and asks for a weapon. Some overweight nerd hands Sly a wiffleball bat with thumbtacks glued all over it. He whacks Calvin in the face with it to keep him down before beating a downed Szechstein with it like a government mule. COLE Batter's up! Calvin's lying face-up, and Sly grabs his leg while holding the bat by the bare handle under his arm. He then positions the bat between Calvin's legs and punts it into his lower ballbag region! Sly mockingly grabs his own groin to make the fans around him laugh. Sly follows up by pulling Calvin up by the hair and dragging him to the bleachers. He then climbs the bleachers, making sure to slam Calvin's face into every step that he climbs. Sly then picks up some popcorn and jams it into Calvin's mouth. He then chops Calvin in the throat and slaps him in the back at the same time, and he rolls around choking until the referee pours water down his throat. CABOOSE That's attempted MURDER! COACH That's why they call these "deathmatches"! Sly pulls Calvin up after Calvin finishes choking and attempts to hiptoss him off of the top row of the bleachers. Calvin them slaps Sly in the stomach, turns him around, and forearms him in the face to send him tumbling down the bleachers and onto the floor. Calvin then grabs a set of lighttubes that some fans who had run away from the fight had left on the second-to-top row. He then perches himself on the railing to the bleachers while holding the lighttubes. When Sly rises to his feet on the ground, Calvin launches off and nails a lighttube-assisted bodypress! COLE That didn't sound too great from where we're sitting! Both men slowly get up, as Calvin cut open his own chest, as well as the underside of Sly's jaw and his shoulders. When both are up, Calvin pulls Sly up and goes for a powerbomb onto the first row of bleachers. But, Sly reverses and backdrops Cal so that the second row of bleachers goes edge-first into his back. Sly then hooks Calvin's legs and puts him in a version of the tree of woe on the bleachers. He whispers to a ring attendant, and the attendant runs to the ring. Sly kicks Calvin in the chest while this is happening. COACH What's this? The attendant then comes back, and he has a roll of Christmas lights in his hand. Sly grabs them from him and wraps them around Calvin's head. Sly then takes a few steps back, charges forward, and dropkicks Calvin in the face, smashing the lights all over Calvin's face! CABOOSE GODDAMN! A "Holy Shit" chant starts, as Sly pulls Calvin up, who's now almost as bloody as Sly is, given Sly's weakened skin on his forehead. Sly then drags Calvin over to the food stand. He clears off the table there and lies Calvin down on it. Sly rips Calvin's shirt off all of the way and then grabs a salt shaker. He then unscrews the lid and pours salt all over the wounds on Calvin's body! COLE That gives new meaning to "pouring salt in an old wound"! Sly then tosses the salt shaker into the crowd and goes towards the box-like container that they're cooking the hot dogs in. He lifts it, but struggles as it's both very hot and heavy due to the amount of boiling water inside. He then pours the scoulding hot water all over Calvin's chest, causing Calvin to roll off of the table and around on the ground in pain! COACH He's trying to scold Calvin alive! Sly stands up on the table and leads the crowd on as they chant "Sly!" Sommers jumps down off of the table and stomps Calvin a bit. Sly mockingly does a thinking man's pose for a second before lifting Calvin up and signalling for the piledriver. But, Calvin somehow pops out mid-move, landing on his feet. He then charges at Sly, but as they both go into the guardrail, Sly puts Calvin in a front facelock and drives his head into the steel. Sly holds Calvin's head in place as he grabs a lighttube "X" from the other side of the guardrail and breaks it over Calvin's bare back! COLE As Calvin lies in pain from yet another brutal blow, I have to say this: these guys STILL haven't gotten into the ring for one second! Sly then tosses Calvin over the guardrail and back into the ringside area, where he follows. Sly then lies down Calvin on the ringsteps, and pulls some lighttubes out of the ring to place on Calvin's stomach. Sly is then handed a chair by a fan and sets it up outside the ring. He backs up some, charges forward, leaps off of the chair with one foot, but misses a senton, as Cal moved, and Sly goes crashing through the lighttubes on the steps! COLE That was...just wow! Szechstein walks around groggily for a second before dropping down and locking in a rear chinlock on Sly. Sly struggles to stay concious before finding an unbroken lighttube on the floor, grabbing it, and breaking it over Calvin's shoulder to escape. Both men slowly get up off of the ground, and Calvin immediately charges at Sly after doing so. But, Sly drops down at the last minute to trip Calvin up and send him into the guardrail. COACH Even at near-death pace, Sly Sommers can think on his feet! Sly stumbles around again before yelling out for the USA High Angle 2k4 Backdrop. He then pulls Calvin up and hooks him for the move. But, in mid-lift, Calvin re-shifts himself to bring Sly over with a sunset flip. But, Sly saw it coming because of how Drek Stone had previously reversed it, so he rolls through and connects with the Hagekure (running knee to face). Sly uses the apron to pull himself up, and then pulls a beachball with thumbtacks taped to it out of the ring. He puts it on Calvin's stomach and climbs to the apron. He launches off and nails a cannonball senton, causing the ball to pop and thumbtacks to fly everywhere! COLE It's raining tacks! Sly then goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Sly sits up in frustration and pulls a few thumbtacks out of his back. Sly pulls Calvin up and drops him stomach-first on the guardrail with a suplex lift. Sly then goes to the apron, charges, dives off, and connects with a legdrop to the back of Calvin's head. Sly then stands Calvin up on the guardrail and steps back. He goes underneath the ring and pulls out a roll of barbed wire. Sly charges forward and clotheslines Calvin so hard that the part of the guardrail behind him collapses and falls with them! CABOOSE Now what, fans are going to run loose throughout the ringside area? Sly shakes himself off before pulling the barbed wire off of his arm and choking Calvin with it briefly. Sly then slowly pulls Calvin up and hooks him for the One Hit Wonder. He spins him for it, but Calvin is able to block it, and drop Sly with a reverse DDT onto the concrete and the scattered chairs behind them. Calvin gets to his feet and wipes the blood out of his eyes before reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a large roll of duct tape. COACH How in the hell is that supposed to hurt Sly? Calvin then grabs two chairs off of the ground. He sandwiches Sly's head with the chairs, and then wraps the tape around Sly's head and the chairs to keep the chairs attached to Sly's head. Calvin then drags Sly by the arm to ringside. Calvin then shoves a couple of lighttubes that he finds scattered along ringside in between the chairs as well. Calvin then climbs onto the apron and leaps off to catch Sly with a leg lariat from behind that sends him face-first to the ground, and crushes his skull with the chairs and lighttubes! COLE He might be brain-dead now! Calvin hurts his leg somewhat on his landing, as he has to re-adjust his kneepad and shake off his knee before going for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Calvin pulls the chairs off of Sly's head, as Sly screams in pain from the tape ripping hair off of his head. Calvin stands Sly up on the guardrail after pulling him up. Calvin steps back about twenty feet before charging at Sly. But, Sly gets his foot up and Calvin gets booted in the face. Sly has to take a few seconds to compose himself again before getting handed a horse brush with nails replacing the brussles on it. COACH That's SICK! Sly then whacks Cal in the back once with it before digging it into his bare skin. Sly tosses down the brush and pulls Calvin by the hair to the catty-corner side of the ring from where they are. He lies Calvin down face-first on a lighttube on the ground and kicks him in the back of the head to send his face through the tube! CABOOSE This is turning barbaric! Sly then climbs to the top rope slowly, awaiting Calvin to rise to his feet. When Calvin gets to his feet after Sly positions himself, Sly launches off and nails a flip tope that sends Calvin back down. The camera closes in as Sly lies on top of Calvin after that. He sits up bug-eyed and a string of blood literally flies off of Sly's face as he takes one huge breath. Sly then pulls Calvin up and rolls him back into the ring. Sly slides in soon thereafter. COLE Could this be? They're finally in the ring! CABOOSE Took 'em long enough... Sly pulls Calvin up in a bent-over position and repeatedly kicks him in the face while holding onto the back of his head. Sly keeps ahold of Calvin's head as he stands him up fully and sends him down with a stiff lariat. Sly goes for the immediate cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Sly then sees a board with hallowed-out lighttubes with thumbtacks and salt inside of them strapped to it, and sets it up in a corner. After Sly gets it set up just right, he turns around. But, Calvin had gotten up seconds earlier and kicked him in the stomach. Calvin then hooks Sly, does a turnaround, and Northern Light suplexes him through the lighttube board! CABOOSE "Crash!", said the board that Sly Sommers just broke! Calvin just lies around in pain for about ten seconds before draping his arm over Sly for the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! However, Calvin is too hurt to get up and work over Sly again. Both men slowly rise to their feet, and they're both just about crimson-stained. Both men reach back and go for forearms at the same time. They connect at the same time, and the impact sends them both outside of the ring. Both guys then find Rubbermaid cans filled with lighttubes on their respective ends, and get help to haul those things into the ring. They both then slide in. COACH This doesn't look good... Sly grabs a lighttube and breaks it over Calvin's head. Calvin then pulls one out of his barrel and smashes it over Sly's head. This back-and-forth lighttube smashing goes on for about four more tubes apiece until both men end up going down at once. COLE That ain't smart. Both men slowly come up to their knees. They crawl towards each other and start trading stiff punches to the face. Back and forth they go, as the crowd cringes more and more as they get stiffer. Sly wins the punching battle with a stiff punch to the jaw after about twenty punches, sending Calvin down on his back. Sly then sends his thumb across his throat, gets up, and hooks Calvin's head. COACH This might be the end. Sly then hits the One Hit Wonder! Sly rolls onto his back and comes back onto his feet while keeping ahold of the head. He then lifts Calvin up in piggyback position and nails the Sommerset! Sly drapes his arm over Calvin for the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE I think this match'll end with a gunshot. Sly then has to take a moment to pull various pieces of broken glass and thumbtacks out of his back and BUTT before getting up. Sly then pulls Calvin up and positions him for the Horrorscope. But, as Sly lifts, Calvin pops out of Sly's clutches. Calvin then nails a stiff Yakuza kick that sends Sly down. Calvin then looks around for weapons...and finds a Barbie Dream Home. He picks it up and shows it off before lifting a lighter and a small bottle of lighter fluid off of the mat. He pours the fluid on the house and lights it on fire. He sees Sly up, and then tosses the flaming toy at his face! CABOOSE I knew it: Sly's a flamer! Calvin then climbs to the top rope. He wastes time posing before stepping all the way up. He launches off, but Sly moves and Calvin misses his 450 Splash! The crowd then cheers Sly on, as both men slowly rise to their feet. When both are up, Calvin charges at Sly, but Sly ducks the punch and punches Calvin in the stomach. Sly then grabs a bag filled with thumbtacks, grabs Calvin by the waist of his pants, and pours the thumbtacks down his pants! Sommers follows up by kicking Cal in the ass to add to it! COLE That's downright wrong! Sly then hooks Calvin's head, crosses his arms, and drops him with a reverse Horrorscope! Sly goes for the cover... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Sly and the crowd cannot believe that Calvin didn't stay down after that. Sommers then argues with the referee for a few seconds before grabbing a lighttube contraption that's wrapped in barbed wire, and sets it up in a corner. Out of nowhere, Hoff comes out to ringside. He starts yelling at Sly from the entrance aisle, and the two get into an argument for about thirty seconds. While this is going on, Calvin crawls around on the mat and gathers up pieces of broken glass and thumbtacks, and puts them in his hand. COACH What are they scheming? Sly then tells Hoff to "f-ck off", and turns around. He pulls Calvin up, but Calvin reaches up and shoves the sharp objects in Sly's open mouth! He then brings Sly down with a jawbuster! The camera gets a close-up of Sly's face when he goes down to show immediate extreme bleeding from inside the mouth spewing out. Calvin then hooks Sly's arm and head to lock in the camel clutch. Sly's practically choking as Calvin puts his feet on the ropes for leverage. The referee then does the arm drop check... 1....the arm goes down... 2....the arm goes down... 3...the arm goes down! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner due to pass-out...Calvin Szechstein! COLE Ladies and gentlemen, what Calvin Szechstein just did to Sly Sommers was absolutely one of the sickest things I've ever seen in a match in my years of broadcasting...he could have murdered him! COACH Well, we've had murder on our shows before... CABOOSE Yeah, asshole! COLE But still...Calvin doing that just isn't right! Calvin rolls out of the ring slowly, and is helped to the back by fellow semifinalist Hoff. COACH Considering the random draw of each round, we could see those two wrestle each other... CABOOSE Like that'll happen! EMT's and officials come out and check over Sly. They flush his mouth out of the sharp objects, and even have to do the Hiemlich Manuever to get a thumbtack out of his throat. Sly's then helped out to a mostly-standing ovation. COLE I'm hoping what Calvin Szechstein did tonight hasn't hendered Sly's ability to kick his ass in the future! Yeah, I said it! CABOOSE While this dumbass droans on, we've got to go to our next match... Edited August 2, 2004 by Stephen Joseph Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Stephen Joseph 0 Report post Posted July 30, 2004 (edited) Calvin and Hoff are in a hallway, somewhere in Alcatraz CALVIN Hoff, you know what to do. HOFF Are you sure you don't want to take him? CALVIN I think if we stick with the plan, you or I, won't have too. HOFF Okay then, I'm heading out. Back to the announce table... COLE What was that about? COACH I'm getting word that Calvin has forfeited his match with Hoff, taking the ten thousand dollar fine! CABOOSE A smart play to keep Hoff fresh for the finals! COLE Who will Hoff face? We'll find out as the last semifinal is right now! BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen this next match in the Emperor of Death Tournament is a Four Corners of Pain Match!!!! *The fans cheer* COLE Four corners of pain is right. Would you look at these weapons in the ring! COACH You know I think I’m getting used to all this blood and violence. I might be alright. CABOOSE As long as no one throws a monitor at your head. BUFFER In this match there will be some of the most sadistic creations known to man in each corner. In one corner we have a board covered in light tubes that have been plugged in and turned on! In another corner we have a plastic kiddie pool covered in barbed wire and filled with rubbing alcohol! In the next corner we have a table covered in light tubes and finally we have the ever dangerous bed of nails!!! Also, as if this were not enough, the fans have brought their own weapons for the wrestlers to use!!! *The fans cheer and lift their respective weapons into the air* COLE Look at some of the stuff they’ve brought! I see all sorts of stuff even a kayak!! COACH A kayak!? CABOOSE Yeah you know. A one man boat paddled with a dual bladed oar. COACH I know that!! COLE That’s a fitting weapon with the Olympics coming up in a few weeks. *The announcers are cut off as Debonaire by Dope begins. The fans cheer as Gunner Sharps makes his way out into the prison courtyard turned wrestling arena. The fans beat their weapons together like noise makers as Gunner walks to the ring looking focused and checks out the weapons.* BUFFER Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 375 pounds, GUNNER SHARPS!!!! COLE Gunner is easily one of the favorites to win this all. He is physically intimidating and incredibly intense. COACH Plus he’s got the incentive of finally getting his hands on Hoff to drive him. CABOOSE Why would he actively want to face Hoff? Hoff is unstoppable. *Gunner enters the ring and removes his jumpsuit as the music fades out and is replaced by Tear Away by Drowning Pool. The fans cheer for Rick as he limps out from behind the curtain and smiles at the reaction.* COLE It seems the crowd is finally warming up to Rick Edwards. CABOOSE Yeah that’s all fine and dandy, but the real story here is Rick’s leg. He tore it up in his first round match and he can’t be 100% now. COACH You’re right. He won’t be doing many of those high flying moves he learned for his first match this time around. CABOOSE Thank you. BUFFER His opponent, coming to the ring, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 210 pounds, The X-Division Champion, RICK EDWARDS!!!! COLE Rick is outweighed in this match by over 100 pounds. That could be a problem. *Rick enters the ring and looks worriedly at the weapons in each corner before walking to the center of the ring and slapping hands with Gunner.* COACH It’s good to see that atleast some people around here still are on friendly terms. CABOOSE After this match is over they might not be. *Rick is wearing new pants, but they don’t hide the fact that his leg is still very much hurt as he limps into the corner and waits for the bell.* *Ding Ding Ding* COLE Here we go. The two men move to the center of the ring where they shake hands and agree to no hard feelings over what they’re about to do. They then begin to circle each other, each one not wanting to make a wrong move and end up on a bed of nails or anything else. Finally they lock up and Gunner easily presses Rick above his head, but Rick frantically breaks free and lands behind Gunner. As Rick lands he hobbles around on his leg as the landing caused pain. The two men lock up again and Rick grabs a Side Headlock, but Gunner pushes him towards the ropes and hits a Shoulder Block that sends Rick down dangerously close to the bed of nails and Rick scoots quickly away as if it were a snake. COACH That would have been disastrous! Rick gets up and runs at Gunner who goes to boot him in the face, but Rick does a baseball slide under Gunner’s foot and trips him up. Gunner falls hard on his face as Rick hits the ropes and does a Flipping Leg Drop to the back of Gunner’s head! Rick then slides out of the ring and searches the crowd for a weapon. A fan hands him a cookie sheet and he slides back in just in time to catch a standing Gunner with a shot to the head. However, Gunner shakes the shot off and swats the sheet away before planting a knee to Rick’s gut and whipping him to the ropes. As Rick bounces back Gunner catches him in a hard Sidewalk Slam. COLE That weapon didn’t do much damage to Gunner. CABOOSE What fan brought that lame weapon?? Gunner then grabs the light tube board and pulls it to mid ring before pulling Rick to his feet. He then grabs Rick like he’s going for a Shin Breaker, but aims for the board. COLE This could be bad! Rick senses what’s happening and punches his way out before hitting a Low Dropkick to Gunner’s knee that knocks him over. Gunner starts to fall towards the light board, but he somehow pulls a Spiderman and puts his hands and feet down so that he lands with his body a few inches above the board. The fans actually boo as they wanted to see him hit, but they quickly get over it. Rick plants a kick to Gunner’s ribs that knocks him away from the board and to the mat. Rick then slides back out for a new weapon and a fan hands him one of those water noodle things that you can float on, but he tosses that away and goes for another one. This time Rick is handed the ever popular Heavy Duty Stapler and he raises it in the air for quite a pop. CABOOSE Someone went to Staples before the show! COLE Are you getting paid for that product placement? Rick slides back in and heads right for Gunner’s hand where he places two staples as Gunner retracts his hand in pain and the fans cheer! Gunner leaves his head open and Rick goes to staple his forehead, but Gunner blocks it. COLE Thank goodness for Gunner’s gloves or that would have been worse. CABOOSE You don’t think it was bad even with the gloves? Let me staple your hands! Gunner grabs Rick for a Chokeslam, but Rick quickly places some staples in Gunner’s arm! Gunner pulls back and Rick clocks him in the head with the stapler itself before whipping him to the ropes. Gunner has had enough, so he reverses the whip, and nails Rick with a hard Spinebuster that shakes the ring. He then goes to the corner where he removes the staples from his skin. CABOOSE What did I tell you? All that good cheer from the beginning of this match is pretty much gone now. Gunner then calls for Rick to stand and readies himself for the Sharp End. Rick sees it coming and at the last second he pulls the light tube covered board in between himself and Gunner. Gunner hits the board and Rick as the tubes shatter and a couple of sparks fly! COLE Oh my God!!!! Rick just blocked the Sharp End with a light tube covered board!! CABOOSE Now that was awesome!! Rick flies back into the corner from the impact as Gunner lies on the mat with blood pouring from his arms. Rick sits dazed for a moment as the fans chant “Holy Shit.” Rick slowly gets up and goes for a cover. 1 2 No!!! COLE The first cover of the match only gets 2! Rick waits for Gunner to stand and comes in for a Tornado DDT, but Gunner tosses him away and Rick lands hard on his bad leg with a painful yell. Gunner smells blood and begins stomping Rick’s bad leg before dragging him to the corner and sliding out of the ring. Gunner then pulls him to the ring post and slams his leg into it twice. The fans reach out to hand Gunner weapons and Gunner selects a light tube which he promptly smashes over Rick’s bad leg! COLE My God!!! COACH Oh this is gonna get bad…I might not make it. CABOOSE Come on you pansy! You’ve made it this far without puking! Rick tries to quickly scoot himself back into the ring, but Gunner grabs his leg and pulls him back before slamming it into the post again. Gunner than selects a snow shovel from the crowd and goes to hit Rick’s leg again, but Rick scoots back into the ring as quick as humanly possible and tries to stand, but falls. Gunner follows him in and swings the shovel down, but Rick moves and the shovel hits nothing but mat. Gunner swings again and gets the same result. Gunner lifts the shovel again and Rick sees his opening, so Rick kicks the shovel back into Gunner’s face and gets to his feet. Gunner drops the shovel as he wobbles a little bit and Rick comes off the ropes with a Back Elbow strike, but Gunner doesn’t go down. COLE Rick wasn’t able to get much velocity on that elbow since he can’t really run. Rick then picks up the shovel and swings for the fences, but Gunner blocks it and spins Rick around. As Rick comes back around Gunner lifts him with a Gorilla Press and tosses him down onto the kiddie pool so that his leg lands in it. Rick thrashes around, causing the barbed wire to rip at his pants and his flesh and the alcohol begins to burn. The fans stand and cheer the brutal move. COLE This is hard to watch!! CABOOSE What are you talking about? This is great! Two guys I could care less about are tearing each other apart. Rick rolls out of the ring with his pants leg in shambles and blood running down his leg. He searches the crowd and soon finds a bottle of water, which he pours onto his leg, but it’s not helping. The fans are all on their feet cheering on the action as Gunner exits the ring to come after Rick. Rick tosses the water bottle at him out of desperation, but it doesn’t do a thing. However, the distraction buys Rick enough time to reach in the crowd and pull out a…kayak!! COLE I knew that would come into play eventually! COACH What is that again? Gunner looks at the weapon and then at Rick with a strange look on his face before charging towards him. Rick side steps him and blasts Gunner in the back with the kayak. Gunner stumbles forward but doesn’t go down as the fans cheer and chant “Hit him again!” Rick hobbles over to Gunner and lifts the kayak above his head before slamming it down on the back of Gunner’s head! This time Gunner goes down to one knee, but he comes up with a chair he pulled from under the ring and slams it against the kayak, sending Rick crashing to the ground with the kayak on top of him. Gunner takes a second to shake the cobwebs out and then pounds on the kayak with the chair. CABOOSE Nothing beats a good ol’ chair. Gunner then tosses the kayak aside and pulls Rick over to the ring steps where he places Rick’s leg on top and readies the chair for a hard shot. COLE No don’t do that! Gunner swings down and nails Rick in the leg with the chair and Rick rolls around on the ground in pain. Rick grabs the apron and pulls himself along the floor to get away from Gunner as Gunner stalks him with the chair. Rick manages to stand and hobble over to the guard rail where he searches for a weapon. He reaches in and comes out with a crutch! COACH Some poor guy or girl just lost their crutch!! Gunner comes at Rick with the chair and Rick fends off a shot with the crutch, causing a loud THWACK! Rick looks at the crutch and sees that it was bent by the shot and decides to give it one last swing. This time Gunner knocks it out of Rick’s hands with the chair and Rick hobbles back some more. Gunner takes another swing with the chair, but Rick ducks and falls to the mat before Gunner can hit him. Gunner’s chair swing almost hits a fan, who quickly ducks the shot. As Rick hits the ground he swings his leg up and nails Gunner below the belt, which causes him to drop the chair. CABOOSE The kick is up! It’s good!! Rick pulls himself to his feet and hobbles over to grab a light tube from the crowd. He then pulls Gunner to his feet, places the tube under Gunner’s chin, and hits a White Russian Leg Sweep using the light tube!! The tube shatters upon impact and the fans erupt with cheers. COLE He could have cut Gunner’s neck doing that!! However, Rick is not cheering as the move aggravated his leg again. Rick calls for a ring attendant to hand him some tape and he re-tapes his leg to stop the bleeding. The fans start a “he’s hardcore” chant as Rick tapes himself up. Rick then pulls Gunner up and tries to slide him into the ring, but it ends up being harder than he thought because of the size difference. Rick manages to get him into the ring and slides in after him. He then goes for a cover. 1 2 No!!! COLE He wasted too much time taping his leg! CABOOSE I wouldn’t call that wasting time in a match like this! COACH I don’t know how these guys can do it! Rick pulls himself up by the ropes and waits for Gunner to stand. Gunner makes it to one knee and Rick comes in with a Shining Enziguri, using his good leg of course. COLE Whoa! We haven’t seen that since his Blurricane days! That variation of the move I mean. Gunner goes back down and Rick goes for another cover. 1 2 3 No!!! Gunner kicks out!! Rick pulls Gunner up by the head and goes for a Short Arm Clothesline, but it only dazes him slightly. Rick holds onto the arm and pulls him back for another Short Arm Clothesline and this time Gunner is more wobbly. Rick tries again, but as he moves forward Gunner blasts him in the face with a forearm shot. Rick stumbles back into the ropes and Gunner grabs his arm, but Rick out of nowhere twists around so that Gunner’s own arm is around his neck and goes for the Rough Break. Gunner, however, manages to twist out and pick Rick up into the air before sending him crashing down…into the light tube table that was set up against the corner!!! The table and all the tubes break upon impact and Rick is folded up like an accordion!! COLE That’s it!! Rick is dead!!! CABOOSE I think you’re right. COACH Hasn’t there been enough death lately in the OAOAST?? The fans break into a huge “Holy Shit” chant as Gunner actually seems a bit worried about Rick. Gunner pulls Rick out of the corner and we see that Rick is bleeding from the arms and his bad leg as Gunner goes for a pin. 1 2 3 No!!! Rick kicks out at the very last second!!! COLE I can’t believe it!!! COACH Rick isn’t dead!! Gunner seems frustrated as the grabs a big piece of light tube that didn’t break and breaks it over Rick’s bad leg. The fans ooh and ah as Gunner asks a fan in the front row to toss him his light tube. Gunner catches the light tube and smashes it over Rick’s leg as well! Rick screams in pain and holds his leg. COLE Gunner is trying to make it impossible for Rick to stand, let alone try and lift Gunner. The ref looks concerned as blood is pouring from the wound on Rick’s leg and he tells Gunner he’s considering stopping the match. Gunner thinks about if for a second, but Rick quickly waves off the ref and tells him to not even think about it. Gunner goes to the outside to find a weapon and probably to give Rick a little time so that the ref won’t call off the match. Inside the ring Rick pulls the nail board out of the corner. COLE What is Rick doing? Gunner selects a broom handle and comes back into the ring. As Gunner goes to nail Rick with the broom Rick hits a hard kick to Gunner’s knee that sends him face first…into the nail board!!! Gunner puts his arms up to block and lands mostly on his chest and arms with the most horrible scream!! COACH I think I’m gonna faint! COLE He’s a human pin coushin!! The fans are going crazy as Gunner rolls off the nail board and blood streams down his arms and chest. Rick uses the time to rip apart his shirt and tie it around his leg tightly to stop the bleeding and another “he’s hardcore” chant starts up. This time the chant is probably for both men as it changes to “they’re hardcore.” COLE They are hardcore! Both men lie on the mat trying to rest as the fans continue cheering. Rick gives a thumb up to the fans to say he’s okay as he slowly pulls himself to his feet using the ropes. On the other side of the ring Gunner gets to his feet and the two men stare at each other across the ring. The fans rise to their feet as the two men slowly walk to the center of the ring. Both men are almost covered in blood as the wave each other on to make a move. They begin circling each other like at the beginning and finally they start trading punches. Each time Gunner lands a punch Rick looks wobbly, but he doesn’t go down. Rick blocks a punch hits a one legged Dropsault to Gunner’s chest using his good leg! COLE Hey if Zack Gowen can do it why not Rick? CABOOSE Well they both suck. COACH Hey that’s not right! Normally such a move probably wouldn’t faze Gunner much, but the kick landed right in the midst of tiny holes left by the nail board and Gunner stumbles back into the ropes. Rick gets up slow and whips Gunner across the ring. As Gunner comes back Rick plants a kick to his gut and hits a Swinging Neckbreaker! COLE My God is Rick actually making a comeback? Rick stays on the mat as the move twisted his leg painfully and he can’t follow up on the move. CABOOSE Looks like he’s not to me. Rick and Gunner make it to their feet at about the same time and Rick grabs him for a Bulldog. As Rick goes to him the move Gunner shoves him forward and Rick comes to a stop. Rick turns around right into a hard Clothesline from Gunner that sends him almost for a loop! Gunner then pulls him back up and goes for the Tortured Soul Slam, but as he drops Rick for the Spinebuster Rick grabs his head and hits a DDT…right into the kiddie pool!! COACH Geez Louise!!! COLE You said it! Rick manages to roll out of the pool without too much damage, but Gunner lands with most of his upper body in it and comes out screaming in pain. Gunner rolls to the outside to catch a break as his cuts burn from the alcohol and new ones appear from the barbed wire. The fans start another “Holy Shit” chant as Rick lies on the mat and rests. COLE That’s a smart move by Rick in staying in the ring. Gunner finds a water bottle of his own to cool his wounds, but much like Rick before him it doesn’t help much. Rick moves to the corner and he leans against the turnbuckles, but his rest is cut short as he is yanked from the ring…by Christopher Cain!!! COLE What the hell!? COACH Oh snap! The fans are booing the hell out of Cain as he blasts Rick with a chair shot and shoves him to the mat and pulls out two pieces of the light tube table. COLE What is he doing!? CABOOSE I don’t know, but it looks like fun! Cain then places Rick’s bad leg between the two pieces and slams the chair down onto it!! COLE No dammit!!!! CAIN The Boss sends his best wishes Rick!! You never should have quit and you never should have betrayed J. Arthur!!! Cain hits the board again with the chair and Rick screams out in pain as the fans pelt Cain with trash. Rick looks up at Cain and struggles to get away. RICK The…the boss…can go to hell!! CAIN No Rick…you are the one who’s going to hell. In fact you’re in it right now. Cain pulls Rick to his feet, tosses him over his shoulder before putting him into a Tombstone position…and drives Rick head first into the piece of the light tube table with a Sitdown Tombstone! COLE OH MY GOD!!!!! CABOOSE Now Rick is truly dead! Cain gloats over Rick and taunts him saying, “Get up!” Suddenly Gunner sees what’s going on from the other side of the ring where he was resting and runs over to chase Cain off. Cain runs to the back with a smile on his face as Gunner looks at Rick lying on the floor. COLE Now what!? The ref comes out and calls for some help. The trainers come out of the back to check on Rick. The fans start a “please don’t die” chant as the trainers talk about how bad it is. The trainers and the ref have a talk outside the ring and all we see is nodding heads and concerned looks, but the fans obviously don’t want the match to end this way. CABOOSE How nice of the fans to care. COLE That sounded real genuine. COACH What are you talking about Cole? That didn’t…oh I get it. Rick comes to, but lies on the floor in pain. Blood is pouring from Rick’s head as the ref says he’s ending the match. Rick hears him and lifts his arm, making a weak wave. RICK You…you son of a bitch…if you end this match I’ll kill you. This…is a deathmatch. Rick looks at Gunner and Gunner nods his head as Rick actually begins pulling himself up, but quickly falls back down. The trainers come over to help, but Rick shoves them away and then waves Gunner on to continue. Reluctantly Gunner pulls Rick to his feet and slides him into the ring. Gunner then mercifully goes for a pin to officially end the match. 1 2 3!! No!!!! Rick actually kicks out!!! COLE What!? Gunner pulls Rick up and Rick nods his head as if to say, “Fight me!” Gunner picks him up for the Tortured Soul Slam again and Rick actually falls behind him for a Sunset Flip! Rick lands, but Gunner doesn’t go over. Gunner grasps at the air as Rick desperately tries to pull him down. Gunner finally gains his balance and pulls Rick up by the throat for a Chokeslam. Rick tries to fight it and manages to break the hold and land on his feet. However, Gunner kicks him to the gut and lifts him again. This time Gunner hits the Chokeslam and goes for another cover. 1 2 3!! No!!! Rick somehow gets a shoulder up! CABOOSE Geez kid! Just stay down! At this point Rick looks so weak that you can’t tell if he’s even awake. Gunner pulls him up and sets him up for the All Guns Blazing. Gunner hits the move and looks down at Rick who lifts his hand a few inches off the mat and then it falls. COLE I think Rick is out cold! Gunner goes for the pin and hooks the leg. 1 2 3!!! *Ding Ding Ding* BUFFER Here’s your winner…GUNNER SHARPS!!!! COLE What a match!! Damn that Christopher Cain for getting involved, but even that couldn’t stop this match. Gunner Sharps brute power just won out in the end over a battered Rick Edwards. CABOOSE I must say that even I’m impressed. COACH You know what this means?? Gunner finally gets his shot at Hoff! COLE You’re right and I can’t wait to see that match! Gunner’s hand is raised by the ref as he walks over to a camera and says, “I’m coming for you Hoff! Get ready!” Gunner then walks over and helps Rick Edwards stand before raising his arm. The fans give a standing ovation as trainers come back out to help Rick to the back. COLE Folks this night is far from over and we have plenty more to come. COACH It's only going to get even more crazy. Elsewhere... (We go backstage to a makeshift trainer’s room where some wrestlers are getting their wounds treated. On one bed Rick Edwards sits up against the wall while his leg is being stitched up. The Parka shows up to talk to him.) PARKA Great match out there tonight. RICK It would have been better if Cain hadn’t stuck his nose in. PARKA Yeah I’m getting pretty sick of that guy too. RICK It’s not just him. The Boss is the one behind all this trouble. I never should have gotten involved with his company. PARKA Don’t beat yourself up over it. RICK Yeah that’s the last thing I need right now. *Cringes as the trainer sews up his leg* I think it’s time I found out just who this Boss is. PARKA What are you planning? RICK I’m going right into Williams & Horn and I’m gonna make him show his face. PARKA Don’t you think you’re being a little hasty? You’re not exactly a welcome guest there now. RICK I never will be a welcome guest there. I’m not waiting for an invitation! I’m going to get in one way or another. PARKA Then I’m coming with you. RICK No you’re not. This is my fight and I’m doing it alone. PARKA Then atleast wait until your leg heals! RICK By then there’s no telling what more damage they’ll do. I have to do it soon. PARKA Don’t get yourself or anyone else hurt worse than they already are now. RICK I have a feeling if I don’t do this then that’s exactly what will happen. PARKA You’re one stubborn bastard, but if you think this will work go for it. RICK I don’t know if it will work, but I’m going for it anyway. PARKA Just remember Eddy, Leah, Judas, and I are here if you need us. *Parka gets up and leaves the room as Rick looks focused until he winces again from the trainer’s needle.* Edited August 2, 2004 by Stephen Joseph Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Stephen Joseph 0 Report post Posted July 30, 2004 (edited) COLE Let's go to Gunner backstage. We cut to a shot of Gunner Sharps heading down a hallway backstage, bruised and bloody. Gunner, breathing heavily, stops at a catering table to grab a glass of water. COLE That man, Gunner Sharps, victorious a moment ago, will get his wish. CABOOSE No, say it ain't so! COLE In the finals of this tournament, this grueling event, which will no doubt be remembered for years, YEARS, to come, Gunner Sharps will take on Hoff, one-on-one, to a finish. COACH I can't imagine the brutality inside of that-- HEY! COLE What the hell? It's-- CABOOSE It's HOFF! Oh, hosanna, and he's got a chair!! Too late, Gunner hears the commotion and turns around, catching a chair flush in the face. Hoff scowls as Gunner falls like a sack of bricks, and Hoff wastes no time driving the chair down into Gunner's ribs. COLE My God, somebody stop him! Hoff brings the chair down again and again and again, driving it into Gunner's ribs and back and head. GUnner tries to cover up, but Hoff simply keeps laying in with the shots. A security guard runs to the scene, but Hoff just flings him into a wall. COACH Hoff has snapped! CABOOSE He said he'd deal with Gunner! Is...is this what he meant? Because I LOVE IT! Hoff turns the chair over, holding it with the back facing down, and stands over Gunner, driving the steel into Gunner's ribs. Gunner begins spitting blood as Hoff flings the chair down, smiling sickly at Gunner. Hoff picks Gunner up off the floor, grabs him by the head, and THROWS him into the wall head-first, knocking him out cold. COLE Gunner...Gunner is out! Security and several EMTs finally arrive, tending to the unmoving Gunner Sharps as Hoff walks away, looking down with a sick smile at his handiwork. HOFF Gunner, I told you I'd handle you...you big dumb son on a bitch. *cut to Sofa Central* COLE Guys, fans, hell, EVERYONE, I apologize for that -- CABOOSE For WHAT? It's a DEATHMATCH tournament, Cole, and Hoff did what he had to do to get the advantage. COACH Yo, Booze, that just ain't fair play. CABOOSE Who cares? It's smart. Hoff is proving that he's more than muscle, because he's been one step ahead of Gunner all along now. COLE Well, guys, I just got some bad news. Fans...it appears that Gunner will not be able to go on competing tonight, as a result of Hoff's attacks as well as the punishment he's taken so far this weekend. CABOOSE Yeah, TELL IT LIKE IT IS, Michael. The fact is that Gunner can't cut it! Gunner, he might have been a force in this tourney, but he just didn't have enough in the tank. COLE Caboose, you know as well as I do that Hoff is respoinsible for this! As a matter of fact, they're taking him in for both X-rays and brain scans as we speak, and that is a DIRECT RESULT of Hoff's assault! CABOOSE Screw you, Cole! Quit smearing the man's good name! COLE GOOD NAME? Jesus, Caboose, he's a no-good street punk who jumps people from behind! COACH GUYS!! CABOOSE ...... COLE ....what? COACH Well, if Gunner can't compete, than what happens to the Emperor of Death tourney? COLE Well.... CABOOSE Come on, Cole, you know as well as I do. Hoff is going to be crowned the Emperor by default! COLE No, there has to be an extenuating circumstance. Someone who can fill in, or-- CABOOSE FILL IN?! Cole, these guys BUSTED THEIR ASS to get where they are, but only two men made it, and one of them is on his way to see George Clooney right now. COLE Caboose, how can you be so callous? How can you be so insensitive? CABOOSE Because I get it, Michael, I understand what it means to want to be the best. COLE Well, whatever your reasons, I hope they help you sleep at night. CABOOSE Aw, bollocks to you, wanker. COACH Well, in ANY case, I'VE gotten word that Gunner is regaining consciousness, and he appears in stable condition, but he will not be able to resume his competiton here tonight. COLE Well, I have no idea what happens next. I hope Hoff doesn't get away with this. CABOOSE Well, you better get ready for disappointment, then. Edited August 2, 2004 by Stephen Joseph Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Stephen Joseph 0 Report post Posted July 30, 2004 (edited) Hit it! CUE: Aww Naww, Nappy Roots COLE Stephen Joseph? COACH He said he had those responsible for the back stage attacks. They've been confined to a cell since last night! CABOOSE Stephen and "good" don't mix COLE But right now, here comes the Lightning Crew with the four bound and hooded men! Cut to the ring entrance, where each member of the Lightning Crew is walking behind one of four hooded men. As they walk down and enter the ring, the four men being surrounded by the Crew on the outside, Stephen Joseph walks down with the rest of OAOAST Corporate, all dressed from a board meeting. The crew pulls each hooded man to separate turnbuckles to let the corporate members enter into the center of the ring, centered around Watts and Popick. Popick hands Watts a microhpone. WATTS I can't wait to find out who these sumbitches are. Vitamin X, unhood your man! Watts walks over to Vitamin X, who waits until Watts get close, and then pulls off the hood. It's THE MAD CAPPA! WATTS Mad Cappa? What the hell? Is this some kind of joke? What are you doing hanging with the lot of these? Cappa is silent, and the crowd is no uneasy. "Cappa Sucks!" says one fan. WATTS Lindsey, who is your man? Lindsey nods respectfully and pulls her man's hood off, its PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING! COLE OM MY GOD! Tha Puerto Rican is back...Was this his idea? STEPHEN JOSEPH Michael? What the HELL? You're in jail! Michael Joel Benoit aka Tha Puerto Rican aka Puerto Rican Lightning just stands and smiles. WATTS Dammit. You beat your own crew up...How does that make you Crew feel? ::They shake their heads solemnly, almost in shame:: Boricua, pull your man's hood. Mr. Boricua pull his man's hood off, and this time the corporate board members are really shocked....its DAN BLACK! DAN BLACK Fuck you Watts STEPHEN JOSEPH You little turd, I knew you had SWF ties. DAN BLACK I'm not the one in charge. I take my orders from our inside man. WATTS Popick, do you know what he's talking about? STEPHEN JOSEPH We never found the fifth one, but maybe he means the fourth one here. WATTS Cuban, the hood! Cuban lifts the hood! Crowd: OH MY GOD! COLE WHA? CABOOSE I KNEW IT! The hooded man is Tony the Body. TONY Watts, you stupid son of a bitch. Did you really think I would let go of my position. We got offered a chance to take back what was rightfully mine, so I took it. Go fuck yourself. WATTS You're responsible? TONY No, he is. WATTS Who's he. ME! Stephen Joseph swing and decks Watts with a right hand, snatching the microphone out with his left. The four Lightning Crew members and the 4 formerly hooded men each grab a corporate board member! Joseph turns to Watts, lying on the ground Stephen Joseph Did you think, ever think, of what you did when you discontinued IntenseZone after AngleMania? Did you think of the workers who helped us put on the show, the road crew, the support staff, all whom lost their jobs because you wanted to line your pockets with a hefty bonus? Or how about the talent, most of who you just cut. THOSE GUYS WERE INJURED on house shows YOU booked them on, on stunts CORPORATE approved. You book tournaments that injure, nay almost kill, my fellow wrestlers not because YOU want to entertain, but because you WANT profits. Did you ever think, that maybe, people, are more important, than money Watts? WELL YOU DIDN'T. You want to know the TRUTH. The TRUTH watts, is that we have been waiting, waiting for the perfect moment. Waiting when we could not be touched... When we had the championships, when we had the proof! ::A video pops up on the TitanTron, that shows "Dave" and "Bob" appying makeup quickly to Watts and Vigoda , the same time and show when Watts and Vigoda were "ambushed" backstage:: YOU set up Tha Puerto Rican on false charges because the BOARDDDD didn't want to give him a title shot. YOU booked all these new tag teams with lucrative contracts current OAOASTers could only dream about to get the belts OFF of Black T. YOU Watts, gave the idea and go ahead for that bloody Italian Championship match. Reap what you sow Watts. Because HeldDOWN, License to Pin, or any other PPV, or any other show, is decidedly NOT under Corporate Control, and won't be anytime soon. THIS chaos is under my control, and it won't stop until we get what we want back. We want our show back Watts. And well, considering those emergency power you gave me, and you really should've read that contract, the Corporate board ceded all voting and administrative power to ME Watts, until the situation was under Corporate Control. That won't happen anytime soon Watts, and believe me, this is the time to deal with the devil. WE WANT THA PUERTO RICAN TO WEAR GOLD. WE WANT OUR SHOW BACK! WE WANT WHAT WE DESERVE. And if we have too, we'll take HeldDOWN for our own. Your Thursday evenings, just got a little....INTENSE! Boys? Stephen Joseph slides under the ring, along with the rest of the Lightning Crew and the INTEN5E faction. COLE I ... I can't believe this! Stephen Joseph has contro....AGAIN? CABOOSE I'm not fucking working for him. I'm...shit, you're my ride COLE I ... COACH I just don't know what to say COLE Fans, what a whopper. And to top it off , two members of this INTEN5E faction, Dan Black and Tony the Body, will defend their tag team title up next. CABOOSE What a terrible day. 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Stephen Joseph 0 Report post Posted July 30, 2004 (edited) COLE Well, folks, the time has come. COACH Yes it has. Three months of hostility will end tonight. The sneak attacks, the villainous plots, the bloodbaths – it will all culminate tonight. Inside one of the most treacherous inventions the wrestling world has ever known with the Hell-in-a-Cell. COLE Somebody could get a finger caught in there! COACH Indeed they could. COLE For Drek Stone, this match has truly turned into one of the most important contests in his career. A victory tonight could do miles in cementing his reputation in the OAOAST as a tremendous force to be reckoned with. CABOOSE But don’t forget this match means so much for Drek’s respectable pride. He wants to prove to all these fans, The Mad Cappa, and even himself that he has always been the better man in this feud. That loss at School’s Out has been eating him alive since it happened, but tonight – TONIGHT – he’ll finally find the cure. COLE Meanwhile, for the Mad Cappa, this match is about revenge. Last Thursday, Drek made it a point to point out the absolute hell he’s put The Mad Cappa through since April. The ruined celebrations, the sledgehammer attacks, the shattered titles, the kidnappings – take a good look at everything Cappa had to go through! But tonight is about retaliation. Winning back the Italian Championship, sure – but perhaps most importantly, not having to worry about Drek Stone ever again. COACH Ladies and gentlemen, this is the rubber match. To finally find out who the better man is. CABOOSE Like there’s a shadow of a doubt. Drek has the killer instinct Cappa lacks. Drek has the physical and mental capibilities that Cappa just doesn’t have. And tonight, in front of the entire world, this will be shown for the final time. Just to prove it once more. COACH Boose, we’ve been over this already. The Mad Cappa, one of the most intense wrestlers I’ve ever seen, is going to be locked in a cage with a guy that has made him bleed time and time again. Don’t underestimate just how hungry Cappa is for revenge. Truth be told, Drek would be lucky if he manages to walk out of here under his own power. COLE Well, with the mandatory announcer biases out of the way, let’s get down to the ring! COACH ……where the hell is the cell being lowered from anyway? *ONE! TWO! THREE! HIT IT!* BUFFER The time has come at “License to Pin” for the HELL-IN-A-CELL matchup for the OAOAST ITALIAN CHAMPIONSHIP! Coming down to the ring first is the challenger! Hailing from Anacostia, Washington D.C., weighing in at 185 pounds……..please welcome……..THEEEEEEEEEE MAAAAAAAAAAAAD CAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPA!! “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)” blasts over the loudspeakers as The Mad Cappa slowly steps into the prison yard. While the fan reaction in the holding area is enormously positive, Cappa has been isolated from hearing any crowd response. With determination in his eyes and a competitive fire in his step, he rolls into the ring and takes a long look at the cell hanging above him. COLE He’s held this title once before. Is tonight the night for The Mad Cappa to regain it once again? CABOOSE Correction. He held the lowly Puerto Rican Title. This is the Italian Championship! Much more prestigious in every way. Cappa has never been this close to such perfection – and he’ll never be this close again. COACH That still remains to be seen. Both these men will do absolutely anything to score the deciding win tonight. But looking at Cappa’s face….looking into his eyes….I just can’t help but feel that this night is all about his redemption. Woke Up This Morning Got Yourself A Gun Mama Always Said You’d Be The Chosen One BUFFER And now, the champion. He is the self-proclaimed “World’s Greatest Athlete” and “The Best Looking Man to ever step into an OAOAST ring!” Hailing from Brooklyn, New York….weighing in at 220 pounds….he is the current OAOAST ITALIAN CHAMPION OF THE WORLLLLLD! Ladies and gentlemen…..please welcome….DRRRRRREK STONNNNNNNE! ::Drek Stone slowly saunters out of the entranceway with a cautious smile on his face. While the crowd reaction in the holding area is nothing short of overwhelmingly negative, Drek can only focus on the task that awaits him in the ring. With the Italian Championship hanging around his waist, he starts to calmly walk down the aisle with his eyes focused on The Mad Cappa the entire time. Halfway through Drek’s walk, the cell hanging from a crane above starts to slowly lower itself around the ring, casting an ominous shadow over The Mad Cappa. At the bottom of the ramp, Drek hands his title to the ring announcer and leisurely enters the ring. Once Drek safely walks into the squared circle, the cell finishes its descent, ultimately trapping the two men inside. *DING DING DING* COLE And this match has finally begun! Drek Stone! The Mad Cappa! The final encounter! The….. CABOOSE Yeah. Something tells me, at this point, everybody knows just what the hell this match is about. The fans start to loudly cheer immediately after the bell rings, as Drek Stone and The Mad Cappa slowly walk to the center of the ring, eyes locked the entire way. Standing face-to-face with each other, neither man is even willing to blink. Words aren’t exchanged. Instead, there is just an overwhelming cloud of hatred between the two men. It’s clear to everyone in the arena tonight that this is the culmination of three months of hostility. During this long staredown, it’s Drek that blinks first, giving Cappa a vicious slap to the face. The fans groan after the smack, but almost instantly break out into wild cheers as The Mad Cappa knocks Drek straight down to the mat with a right fist. Drek quickly bounces back up to his feet, but is shoved into the corner by Cappa. Cappa begins leveling Drek with nasty shots to the face and the midsection, yet is soon shoved away by a desperate Drek Stone. Drek swiftly comes barreling out of the corner with a tackle, bringing both men down to the mat. COACH I don’t think anybody is surprised that this contest has started off this way. This is going to be a brawl, make no mistake about it! CABOOSE Are you sure, Coach? Are you absolutely sure that Drek Stone and The Mad Cappa didn’t meet in the ring tonight to play a game of CandyLand? Could they be bracing themselves for a delightful game of Monopoly? These two guys hate each other. They want to injure one another! And at the end of it, Drek Stone will come out on top! There are no more asinine comments you need to add! Drek sits on top of Cappa’s chest first, giving him several hard punches to the face, but soon finds the move reversed, with Cappa now on top of Drek’s chest. After two stiff hits, Drek quickly manages to throw the Mad Cappa off of his torso and rise back to his feet. The Mad Cappa angrily runs towards him and clotheslines him straight over the top rope. Drek woozily gets off the floor and looks for the nearby exit. He walks towards it quickly and starts violently shaking the double doors, but they’re just locked together too tightly. Cappa sees this, bounces off the ropes, and leaps over the top rope with a suicide plancha onto Drek Stone! After Cappa hits the move, both men crash into the cage before hitting the floor! COLE And the Mad Cappa with the first high-impact move of the match! COACH Beautiful! Boose, help me out here. Why was your boy trying to break out of this cage so early? CABOOSE Break out of the cage?! I…..I don’t think I know what you’re talking about….what I saw was Drek trying to make sure that the doors were securely locked. And instead of getting thanked for it, you try to ridicule him. Figures. The Mad Cappa, getting back to his feet first, pulls Drek off the ground by his hair. Grabbing Drek’s arm, Cappa gives him a nasty irish whip, right into the steel mesh wall! The vibrating “CLINK!” sound of flesh hitting steel echoes throughout the courtyard. Drek, wincing in pain, quickly bounces off the cage. Immediately after, Cappa grabs Drek by his arm and begins to run towards the other side of the cage. At the last second, he releases, sending Drek spine-first into the cage once again. After bouncing Stone off the cell wall, Cappa swiftly clotheslines him to the floor. The fans in the holding area break out with a “CAPPA! CAPPA!” cheer as Drek starts to slowly crawl away from his opponent. COACH And Drek Stone doesn’t seem to be doing well AT ALL in the early portions of the match. Cappa, with a vengeful smile across his face, runs towards Drek, picks him up the back of his head, and rolls him into the ring. Drek instantly starts to crawl towards the other side of the ring, attempting to escape the wrath of Cappa. Cappa slowly slides back into the ring and stomps towards Drek with evil intentions dancing through his mind. However, once Cappa gets close enough, Drek grabs him by the waist and trips him through the middle ropes, sending Cappa to the outside. CABOOSE See, that was exactly the opening Drek Stone needed! It doesn’t take long for the Mad Cappa to get sloppy! And, as we’ve seen throughout this entire feud, Drek is the perect man to take advantage of those opportunities. Somewhat disoriented, Cappa tries rushing back to his feet. But Drek, with a plan already defined in his head, scrambles back up and hits Cappa with a rapid-fire baseball slide, sending him body first into the cage. Cappa falls to the ground, a little bit stunned, and Drek rolls outside after him. Cappa uses the bottom rope to pull himself back up, but is blindsided by Drek planting a high knee into his back. The move sends Cappa hurtling into the cage and down to the floor. A sadistic smile suddenly starts to cross Drek’s face slowly, and a “Drek Stone Sucks!” chant breaks out accordingly. CABOOSE Cappa should have taken Drek out of this match right at the beginning! He really has no chance now. Drek walks over to the nearby ring steps, lifts the first level, and merely tosses it over to the side. Meanwhile, Cappa manages to stand back up and turn towards Drek. He looks ready to attack, but Drek gives him a well-timed kick to the midsection. He slowly hooks Cappa into a suplex position, lifts him high over his head…..AND DROPS HIM ONTO THE STEEL STEPS WITH A BRAINBUSTER SUPLEX!! COLE Oh my god! CABOOSE What did I tell you? This match is over already! The fans collectively gasp after the move, and a reluctant chant of “Holy Shit” starts to break out among the capacity crowd. Immediately after the move, Cappa starts rolling along the outside floor, clutching at his head. Meanwhile, Drek slowly gets back up to his feet with that sadistic smirk still remaining. He walks back towards the Mad Cappa, swats his hands away from his head, and gives him a vicious slap across the face! At this point, the camera zooms into Cappa’s face, and it becomes apparent that the brainbuster opened up a deep gash along his forehead. In a matter of only a few seconds, the blood has trickled down with such velocity that it’s already left noticeable stains along the front of Cappa’s white T-Shirt. COACH The Mad Cappa is looking like he’s in some serious trouble. CABOOSE Was there any doubt, Coach? Drek made a vow to leave a shocking amount of Cappa’s blood around this forehead. And I hope you’re not surprised he managed to keep that promise. Cappa begins to crawl towards one of the cage walls, the blood quickly dripping down his face, leaving crimson pools on the protective mats. However, this is just the vulnerability that Drek was seeking for so long. He yanks Cappa by his hair and sets him up in another suplex position. This time, he brings Cappa up with great speed. Once upside down, Cappa’s back bounces right off the steel. Drek allows the momentum of the move to bring Cappa straight down the floor on his chest! COLE The vertical suplex into the steel cage wasn’t enough! He had to bring Cappa right down onto his chest after the move! CABOOSE Cappa requested this match! You just remember that! On the floor, Cappa clutches his stomach, still reeling from the impactful move. Seeing Cappa lay on the floor helpless, Drek can’t help but raise his arms up arrogantly. And, while he can’t hear the fans in the holding area boo him unmercilessly, he knows exactly what their response would be. Drek then callously grabs The Mad Cappa by his neck and pulls him over to the cage wall. He begins to slowly grate Cappa’s forehead across the cell wall, ignoring the loud screams coming out as a result. With surprisingly quick speed, Cappa’s blood starts to drip down the bars, leaving an odd candy-cane pattern where his face was just mangled. After grinding Cappa’s face into the jagged steel for a few seconds, Drek puts a hand on the side of Cappa’s hear and shoves him to the floor, once again receiving a huge amount of jeers for the cocky action. COLE Drek Stone is sparing no expense in this match so far. He really wants to hurt the Mad Cappa. That much is clear. COACH I don’t know if Cappa knew just how violent this Hell-in-the-Cell match was going to get tonight. CABOOSE Oh, Drek warned him. And the scary part…..this thing isn’t near over yet. Drek slowly rolls into the ring and starts to scale up the turnbuckles. Meanwhile, Cappa is really struggling to get up, having trouble overcoming the large amount of blood masking his vision. Cappa is finally able to woozily make it to his feet and, although his vision is blurred, he manages to see Drek Stone waiting on the top turnbuckle. Drek suddenly jumps off with a high crossbody……BUT CAPPA MOVES! Drek crashes into the steel bars of the cage before taking a hard fall to the arena floor! With the crowd’s cheers solidly behind him, Cappa falls to his knees and shoots a long stare at the stunned Stone. Cappa then uses the bottom rope to pull himself into the ring. Drek begins attempting to use the cell bars to lif himself off the floor…..and now a long slash has been cut along his forehead! CABOOSE Oh no. COACH Oh yes. It looks like the odds of this match may have just evened up. Lying down on the floor for those few seconds has allowed the blood to gush all over Drek’s face, into his eyes, and through his hair. The fans in the holding area explode after seeing the nasty gash cut along Drek’s temple, and even Cappa breaks out into a pleased smile. After a few moments of stalling, Cappa wills himself onto the second turnbuckle while Drek rolls into the ring right near him. Drek dizzily makes it up to his feet, but Cappa swiftly jumps out of the corner and brings Stone down with a second-rope bulldog! He quickly turns Drek over and hooks the leg. ONE…… TWO….. KICKOUT! Cappa quickly rolls off Drek’s body after the kickout, almost as if he knew that wouldn’t be enough to defeat his hated rival. He picks Drek up off the mat by the back of his head and props him against the ropes. He then unleashes a stiff European uppercut across Drek’s jaw, sending him over the top rope and to the floor. With blood continuing to gush down his face, Cappa screams out loudly, receiving a massive reaction in return. COACH Now this was a situation that Drek didn’t want to get himself into. The Mad Cappa is back on his feet…..and he’s looking tremendously pissed off right now. CABOOSE Is that what that is? Please. He’s trying to intimidate Drek Stone – and there is absolutely no intimidating a man like that. This match is still under control. This feud is still under control. Outside the ring, Drek makes a solid attempt to scale up the cage wall, looking to take a breather for at least a few moments. But Cappa, sensing what Drek’s motives are, slides out of the ring and walks behind him. Turning his back to Drek, who’s still trying to climb up the wall completely unaware that he’s being stalked, Cappa grabs Drek from underneath his arms and pulls him away from the cell. The fans start to buzz when Cappa holds Drek over his head…..then explode when Cappa drops Drek with a crucifix powerbomb onto the arena floor! COACH Wow! Drek Stone could be in some serious trouble! COLE I think you’re right. With all that blood continuing to drip out of his body, I don’t think he could afford to take many more blows to the back of his head! Both men lay on the ground for a short while as the fans in the holding area rise up with a booming chant of “CAPPA! CAPPA!”. Finally, the two men begin to slowly stand, with Cappa being the quicker of the two. While Cappa makes it up under his own power, Drek uses the turnbuckle post to get off the ground as quickly as possible. Once both wrestlers are up, Cappa rushes over and tries to punch Drek…..but Drek quickly sidesteps it. As a result, Cappa winds up delivering a hard right hand to the turnbuckle post, howling in pain afterwards. Drek takes this opportunity to scoop Cappa’s legs out from beneath him and set him up in a slingshot suplex position. CABOOSE Amazing! Could any other man take advantage of his surroundings like that?! Drek falls back and Cappa goes hurtling into the cage….but jumps up and catches himself. Almost acrobatically, Cappa latches himself onto the cell wall in shades of a Spider-Man manuever. COACH It looks like there’s at least one other man. He may, in fact, be even better at it. Cappa lets out a sigh of relief, but not for long. Drek yanks Cappa off the wall by his neck and spikes him to the arena floor with a reverse neckbreaker! CABOOSE What were you saying, Coach?! Once again, Drek Stone has managed to surpass himself when it comes to ring savvy and just overall athleticism. After hitting the ground, Cappa actually starts to slightly twitch while Drek hooks onto the bottom rope to pull himself up. A loud chant of “Drek Stone Sucks!” erupts among the holding area crowd, but it’s having absolutely no effect on Drek’s mind right now. Cappa begins to crawl away from his opponent, but Drek marches towards him. He rears back….and shoots a vicious kick into the ribs of the Mad Cappa! Cappa rolls along the ground in pain, but Drek simply follows him. He rears back…..and once again, delivers another brutal kick into Cappa’s midsection. DREK It’s over, Cappa! Drek, with his smile growing ever-so-slowly with each stomp, gives Cappa a nasty boot to the head. DREK You wouldn’t listen to me…. He gives Cappa yet another kick to the head. DREK …..But it’s done. I’m the Italian Champion….. Drek steps back and punts the Mad Cappa in the mouth, sending him sprawling onto his back with a bloody lip. DREK …..and you’re a lowly piece of shit. Drek yanks Cappa off the floor and finally rolls him back into the ring. DREK You will NEVER BEAT ME, CAPPA! NEVER AGAIN! YOU’RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH!! Drek rolls into the ring after him and stands up triumphantly, ignoring the blood that continues to creep down his forehead. He slowly walks over to Cappa, but gets a hard punch across the face. COLE Look at all this! Even after those kicks, the Mad Cappa is STILL fighting back! Drek shoots a glare at Cappa, who is staring back just as definitely. This time, Drek steps back and strikes Cappa with a nasty blow. Cappa, reeling back, returns with yet another right hand. Drek staggers back towards one of the turnbuckles, then lunges towards Cappa…..but gets caught with a HUGE powerslam! COACH What a powerslam! The ring still hasn’t stopped shaking after that one! But that’s not stopping the referee! ONE….. TWO…. KICKOUT! Cappa rolls off Drek’s chest after the kickout, then slowly wipes the blood off his forehead. Standing up slowly, he moves to a nearby turnbuckle and waits for Drek to stand back up. After a few seconds, Drek begins to stir out of his crimson outline on the mat. He gingerly gets to his knees, wipes the blood out of his eyes, and finally manages to stand. COLE Wait….could The Mad Cappa finally be moving in for the kill?! Cappa gives Drek a boot to the stomach…..and DROPS HIM WITH THE BUST-A-CAP! NO!! Drek holds onto the top rope with all his might, sending Cappa falling to the mat off balance. After hitting the ground, Cappa rolls onto his stomach, planning to find the quickest way to get back to his knees. But Drek quickly pounces on Cappa’s neck and traps him into an inverted camel clutch! Cappa quickly swipes his arms behind him to catch Drek with a glancing blow, but Drek grabs his arms, trapping him in a half-nelson choke. Cappa starts to pound his feet on the mat anxiously, but this only makes Drek clamp on the hold even tighter. COLE This is the same move that put away Sly Sommers on HeldDown two weeks ago! Could it actually have an identical effect here tonight?! CABOOSE It’s inescapable! You saw how he squeezed the life out of Sly. Cappa was bound to face the same fate! Cappa’s feet start to hit the mat at a slower speed and finally, after a short while, his feet wind up falling to the floor completely. Drek, with a wide smile on his face, rears back even tighter, desperately trying to choke the life out of the Mad Cappa. The camera zooms in to catch a line of drool slowly streaming down the beet-red face of Cappa. Finally, the referee walks over to see if The Mad Cappa is still conscious. He lifts his arm up once……. …..and it falls! A huge majority of the crowd start to solidly boo. He lifts the arm again….. ……and it falls! Drek rocks back on the hold as the referee picks up Cappa’s arm for a third and final time. He lifts it up….. ……and it falls! NO! At the last moment, Cappa managed to keep his arm up! With the crowd in the holding area trying to power behind him the entire way, Cappa uses sheer strength to get himself to one knee. Drek tries to sit down with the choke again, but it’s no use. Cappa uses a burst of energy to fall, roll over, and grab the bottom rope! The fans explode as the referee starts screaming for Drek Stone to release the hold. After a few more seconds of extended choking, Drek finally lets go and woozily stands to his feet. He grabs the Mad Cappa by his hair and begins to slowly pick him off the mat. Cappa makes a half-hearted attempt to punch out of the situation, but he just doesn’t have the strength. The fans actually start to scream in anger when Drek hooks Cappa into a DDT position – but it’s no use. Drek jumps up…..AND SPIKES THE MAD CAPPA INTO THE MAT WITH THE STONECUTTER!!! He crawls over and makes the cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! NO!!! THE MAD CAPPA GOT A SHOULDER UP!! CABOOSE WHAT?!?! COLE AMAZING!! THE MAD CAPPA JUST KICKED OUT OF THE STONECUTTER!! The building erupts in cheers, and Drek Stone CAN NOT BELIEVE IT! He pounds the mat angrily then turns his attention to the referee. They start to argue about the pinfall, but Drek finally drops the issue and turns his attention back to Cappa. Lying motionless on the mat, Cappa is easy pickings for Drek to scrape off the floor. He manages to pull Cappa off the ground and secure him into a suplex position. Summoning strength for a few seconds, Drek is finally able to vertically lift Cappa over his head. With Cappa held in the suplex position for a few seconds, Drek begins to stagger around the ring as Cappa attempts to sway his weight. The momentum finally wins, and Cappa comes falling forward out of the suplex, wrapping Drek Stone into a small package. ONE!!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!! NO!! Drek Stone managed to kick out of the small package! CABOOSE Are you kidding me?! Did the Mad Cappa actually try to steal the win here exactly like he did at School’s Out?! Never had I seen such DISRESPECT! COACH I know. Imagine! He wanted to use a wrestling method that had worked once before! CABOOSE It’s inexcusable! Once was bad enough! I can’t imagine the explosion that would have happened here if it happened again! Both men try standing up as speedily as they can. Drek pops up first and charges at Cappa full-speed. But Cappa quickly rolls out of the way, and Drek bangs into the turnbuckle sternum-first. He turns around dizzily……gets a boot to the stomach….AND GETS HIT WITH THE BUST-A-CAP!! The fans start to crazily cheer as Drek backflips around the ring following the move! Cappa scrambles over to Drek and makes the cover! ONE!!! COLE COULD THIS FINALLY BE THE END?! TWO!! CABOOSE DREK, KICK OUT!! THIS CAN’T BE THE END!!! THREE!!!!!!!!! NO!!! NO!! SHOULDER UP!! DREK STONE NOW KICKED OUT OF THE MAD CAPPA’S FINISHING MOVE!! Just as Drek was a few moments ago, the Mad Cappa is in absolute shock. With his mouth agape, he pounds the mat in frustration and rolls off Drek’s body. The holding area breaks out into a desperate chant of “CAPPA! CAPPA!” as he begins to drag Drek towards a nearby turnbuckle by his leg. After an initial struggle, he’s finally able to get Drek near one of the corner posts. COLE What could The Mad Cappa be going for here? Cappa slowly pulls himself onto the top rope, but Drek seems helpless to even take advantage of this monor opportunity. Finally, Cappa jumps off the top rope…..WITH A SIDE SWINGING MOONSAULT ONTO DREK STONE!! He remains on Drek’s body after the move, and the referee swiftly swoops down to make the count. ONE!! TWO!!! SHOULDER UP!! COACH AND ONCE AGAIN, DREK IS ABLE TO KICK OUT OF A CAPPA SIGNATURE MOVE!! COLE What could beat Drek Stone?! CABOOSE NOTHING! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Just as the referee was coming down for the final three, Drek managed to get his shoulder up! Was it determination? Was it instinct? Was it hatred? Whatever it was, it kept the match going! Cappa rolls off Drek’s chest, eyes wide open, shocked once again that Drek was able to kick out of one of his signature moves. Cappa slowly starts to rise off the mat, using his left hand to massage his sore back. He gingerly walks towards Drek, strongly trying to combat the feelings of pain and exhaustion. He begins to pull Drek off the ground……but gets a low blow! Drek Stone just gave Cappa an uppercut low blow! COLE Well, it just wouldn’t be a Drek Stone match without an unnecessary low blow. COACH I would say, at this point, that it may have been completely necessary…. Cappa fals to the ground immediately, clutching his groin. Meanwhile, Drek uses the middle rope to pull himself back up to a standing position. With dried blood staining his face, Cappa finally finds the ability to work through the pain and prop himself on his knees. But, seeing that Cappa’s close to standing again, Drek sprints over and nearly takes Cappa’s head off with a last-ditch superkick! CABOOSE DE-CAPPA-TATOR!! COLE WOW! He nearly took Cappa’s head off with that kick! Cappa slumps down to the mat, but Drek doesn’t bother to make the pinfall. He extends his arms woozily, sucking in as many deep breaths as he can muster. Drek limps towards Cappa’s legs and slowly picks up his left foot. He wraps himself around the leg, drops down, and SLAPS THE MAD CAPPA INTO A FIGURE-FOUR LEGLOCK! The shooting pains of the submission hold quickly shake Cappa out of his daze, leaving him completely aware of his own screams. Cappa reaches out to grab a nearby rope, but there’s nothing to hold onto! Drek sits back and squeezes his legs tighter! COLE This was the figure-four that actually made Calvin Szechstein tap out!! Is it enough to finish off the Mad Cappa?! COACH CAPPA IS SCREAMING IN PAIN!! CAN HE HOLD ON?! CABOOSE Tighten it, Drek! TIGHTEN IT!! THIS IS YOUR ITALIAN CHAMPIONSHIP ON THE LINE!! Cappa reaches forward to swat at Drek’s face, but Drek jerks his head back! Cappa, completely helpless, reaches out for a rope again, but he’s not nearly close enough. DREK Come on, Cappa! End it! If you don’t, I will break your god damned leg! END IT! END IT!!!! Drek wrenches back on the hold, causing Cappa to yell even louder. Finally…… ….Cappa lifts his arm up….. ……and begins shaking it, trying to will himself to turn over!! He starts to slowly reverse the hold, but Drek’s really struggling to keep it locked in. After a few seconds of fighting…. ……THE MAD CAPPA MANAGES TO TURN OVER THE FIGURE-FOUR!! The fans begin to applaud as Drek screams out in his own pain, before finally crawling out of the move. With both men on their hands and knees, they each make their own attempts to stand up. Cappa winds up getting to his feet first, but Drek quickly gives a hard kick to the back of Cappa’s knee, bringing him down to one leg. Drek pops onto his feet and starts stalking The Mad Cappa, waiting for him to stand once again. COACH He’s looking to be signaling for the StoneCutter….. COLE It was a miracle that The Mad Cappa kicked out of the first one! There’s no way he could do it again! Drek gives Cappa a boot to the stomach and lifts him up for the STONECUTTER…..BUT CAPPA LANDS BACK ON HIS FEET! Still in the DDT position, he takes advantage of it and brgins Drek to the mat with a northern lights suplex. Instantly after hitting the move, Cappa rolls along with it, getting back to his feet. He grabs Drek’s legs under his arm……and….. ….THE MAD CAPPA LOCKS DREK STONE INTO THE WALLS OF CAPPA!! CABOOSE NO!! COLE WOW! We haven’t seen this move in at least a few months! As soon as the hold is applied, Drek arches his back to try to muscle out of it, but Cappa uses his weight to push Drek back down! Drek begins to wildly flail for any nearby ring ropes, but there’s nothing available to help him! Drek starts to pull at his hair to take away his attention from the hold, but it’s no use! Cappa wrenches back on the hold even tighter! COACH The pain must be EXCRUCIATING! Shaking violently, Drek finds the strength to arch his back once again and start crawling towards the ropes! Inching ever-so-closer, Drek’s screams of anguish grow louder with every crawl. He finally gets near a bottom rope…..reaches for it….. …..BUT CAPPA PULLS HIM BACK INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING!! The fans burst with a deafening chant of “TAP! TAP!” as Drek arches his back once again to try to alleviate some of the pain! Yet, once again, Cappa squeezes back on the hold, this time bending Drek’s spine into a practically improbable angle. CABOOSE WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?! HE COULD BREAK HIS BACK!! Drek tries reaching out for anything to grab onto, but he’s far away from anything that can help. He starts to claw at his hair, at Cappa’s leg, at the open wound on his forehead….anything that he can reach. With his yells starting to get louder, Drek raises his hand…. …..helpless to stop his own hand from shaking uncontrollably….. ….with the chants of “TAP! TAP!” managing to echo even louder….. …..with the commentators screaming out after every passing second… COLE HOW LONG CAN DREK STONE WITHSTAND THIS?! COACH THE MAD CAPPA IS NOT GOING TO RELEASE IT!! THIS IS WHAT IT HAS ALL COME DOWN TO!! CABOOSE COME ON, DREK!! HOLD ON!! HOLD ON!! ….and finally…. …..with nothing else to do…… …..nowhere else to go…….. Drek taps. *DING! DING! DING!* The fans in the holding area explode into a rabid fit of cheers as The Mad Cappa releases the hold and falls to the mat. COACH THE MAD CAPPA DID IT!! HE DID IT!! CABOOSE I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!! THIS IS DISGUSTING!! The strains of “Let Me Clear My Throat” pierce through the cheers as the cell slowly starts to rise above the ring. The referee takes the Italian Championship off the timekeeper table and steps into the ring. The Mad Cappa, looking absolutely exhausted, struggles to stand back up and, although he needs the ropes to balance himself, he manages to get back to his feet to a massive reaction. A deafening chant of “CAPPA! CAPPA!” bellows throughout the holding area as the referee hands the Mad Cappa his newly-won title belt. ANNOUNCER Your winner…. CABOOSE Ugh. Don’t say it…. ANNOUNCER …..AND NEEEEEEEEEW OAOAST ITALIAN CHAMPION……….. CABOOSE I can’t listen to this….. ANNOUNCER THEEEEEEEEEEEE MAAAAAAAAAAAAAD CAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPA!!!! The fans explode as Cappa accepts the title gracefully and stares at it overwhelmingly for a few seconds. Finally, he lifts it high over his head, receiving an insane amount of cheers in return. Drek, with tears in eyes, rolls out of the ring depressingly. Two referees rush over to help him walk, but he shoves them to the side and walks himself back up the ramp. A fair amount of fans start to applaud Drek’s efforts as he limps towards the back, but he doesn’t even bother to acknowledge them. CABOOSE I can’t believe this night ended like this. He deserved to beat The Mad Cappa. That was his Italian Championship! And he wound up losing it on……on a technicality….. COLE Technicality?! Drek Stone had been making people tap out in that ring all throughout July! Tonight, he actually wound up tapping out himself! COACH Justice has been served! The Mad Cappa has finally won back his pride and joy…..the Italian Championship is his! COLE What a war these two superstars went through, tonight. What a war these two men went through for all these months. But this bloody feud is FINALLY OVER! COACH I don’t like Drek Stone, but even I have to admit…Both he AND The Mad Cappa deserve the utmost respect for the hell they’ve gone through. These are two incredibly tough men! CABOOSE Will you two shut up?! Just quiet down! Jesus Christ…. The camera focuses on the Mad Cappa once again, who is still holding the title above his head. With a blood-stained face and a wide smile, he slowly straps the title around his waist and holds his arms above his head once again. Cappa falls to his knees in sheer joy, unable to hear the crowd in the holding area continuing to loudly cheer his name. COLE Folks, we’ll be right back! But Cappa, a member of INTEN5E, has picked up gold for them tonigh! As “Let Me Clear My Throat” continues to loudly blast over the loudspeakers, the camera slowly fades into black, preparing for the next Pay-Per-View segment Edited August 2, 2004 by Stephen Joseph Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Stephen Joseph 0 Report post Posted July 30, 2004 (edited) OAOAST TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH The New New Midnight Express vs. Black T BUFFER License 2 Pin: This Ain't Oz continues with the battle for the OAOAST World tag team championship! It is set for one fall. Making their way to the ring, the challengers, to be introduced by their manager. Jim Cornette leads his boys to the battlefield, as "Chase" blares through the arena. CORNETTE Ladies and gentlemen, here they are, two men who have put more scumbags away than "Dirty Harry," John Wayne, and Detective Lennie Briscoe combine -- "Sarcastic" Simon & "Narcissistic" Ned, the New New Midnight Express! Cornette hands the mic over to Narcissistic Ned. NED And our manager, a man who knows the meaning of hard time, Mr. Jim Cornette! COACH Coming into this match, I thought both sides were even. But after that fantastic intro by James E., I'm going with the Midnights. CUE: "Quiet" BUFFER The opponents, weighing a combine 545 pounds, the OAOAST tag team champions of the world, Dan Black & T-Bod -- Black T. The black & white smoke coming out of the entranceway can mean only one thing -- the tag champs are making their appearance. As the smoke clears out, the tag team champions of the world emerge. T-Bod breaks out the retro sunglasses and featherboas; wrapped around his waist, covering his washboard abs, the tinted blue OAOAST tag team title. Dan proudly strokes the tag title around his waist. COACH Mama fead those boys good. 545 pounds. Wow. COLE Since winning the tag team titles in late-April, Black T have quickly established themselves as the greatest tag team in OAOAST history. No matter what you think of them personally, you gotta admit, they've restored a competitive nature to tag team wrestling in the OAOAST. They're undefeated as a team. No other tag team in the world can say that. But holding any championship comes at a price: you become a target for every man, woman, and child. Hell's Hitmen, the New New Midnight Express, The Saints, and of course, the Global Party XChange... they all want the gold. Dan's a very gifted wrestler who has held every OAOAST championship except the X, 24/7 & World's title. T-Bod's not only one of the strongest men in the promotion but one of the smartest as well. When you combine the technical skills of Dan Black with the strength of T-Bod, it forms quite a fearsome twosome. The division is in a boom period, and it's lead by Dan Black & T-Bod -- Black T. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please. At this time I'd like to introduce our special enforcer for tonight's tag title match. COLE What -- a special enforcer? There was no indication of this. Who could it be? COACH Oh baby! I know who it is. Haha! I know who it is, Mikey. COLE Who?! Come on, Coach. Share it with us. COACH Jerry Orbach. COLE Let's be serious, Coach. COACH He's been mentioned a lot of the last few months. Eventually it has to lead to his appearance, right?. You know, we ought name a pay-per-view Law & Order: Execution by Pinfall. Who wouldn't love that name. COLE I must admit, that does sounds very good, but I don't think Dick Wolf would be pleased with us using his show's name. COACH I don't think Vince McMahon is pleased with us doing OAOAST shows, but he hasn't complained yet. For the love of God, he was involved in the OAOAST for a brief period. BUFFER Our special enforcer is a man who cannot be intimidated. He looks the world in the face and says "It's my party, I can cry if I want to, cry if I want to." He's been fired more times than a contestant on The Apprentice. A true man of resolve... COACH President Bush is the special enforcer? COLE I would seriously doubt. Perhaps Jesse Ventura. He's still under OAOAST contract. COACH If you hadn't mentioned his name, maybe. As Caboose would say, "if you had read Wrestling for Dummies..." BUFFER (CONT'D) ......the Picasso of jivin', the one, the only... Jivin' J.R.! CUE: Edgar Winter's "Jive, Jive, Jive" With a mircowave burrito in one hand, a referee's shirt in the other, J.R. hops to the ring, his upper body still covered in green paint from earlier tonight. As you can imagine the sight of Jivin' J.R. hopping to the ring as his body fat jiggles is quite frightening. Once in the ring, he finally puts his shirt on but not before bouncing his man boobs with his hands. COLE Jim Cornette & his New New Midnight Express aren't going to be happy about this. Think of everything that's gone down between Jivin' J.R. & Cornette. I mean J.R. defeated James E. in a tuxedo match earlier tonight. COACH Well, J.R. did start his wrestling career as a referee before becoming a broadcast commentator, so he has experience. COLE The question is, can he call it down the middle? COACH I think so. Yeah, he's more cooler now than ever before, but he still believes in the power of old skool. Remember, he loves hard-hittin', smashmouthed wrestling action. And the tag division has taken that to a whole other level. * DING DING DING * As Black T enter the ring, they're meant with clubbering forearm shots by "Sarcastic" Simon Singleton & "Narcissistic" Ned Blanchard. Simon uses one of T-Bod's own feather boas to choke him out. Dan jerks Ned's head back with a couple European Uppercuts. Simon gets caught with a superkick in the midsection. Ned uses Dan's tights to throw him outside the ring. T-Bod sends Singleton down with a powerful clothesline, snapping Simon's neck back. Double-axehandle to the back of the neck stuns T-Bod. Simon gets back up, rubbing his neck, and helps his partner whip Tony The Body into the ropes. FLAPJACK. Ned with the cover... 1... 2... Dan breaks up the count. COACH J.R.'s passed the first test. Nothing wrong with that count. Dan ducks an attempted punch from Simon. Black takes him up-and-down, atomic drop. Ned tries to sneak up behind Dan, but he moves and is pushed into the back of his fellow Midnight Simon, their heads butting. Simon falls to the outside, Dan throws Ned into T-Bod who lifts him up for the OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE spinebuster. Dan comes off the ropes with a BLACK BOMB, apart of Black T's finisher known as 3-B, BLACK BODY BAG! T-Bod with the cover, Dan holding off Jim Cornette who threatens to jump into the ring. 1... 2... BANG! Simon came off the top with a KNEE DROP to the back. T-Bod rolls off Ned, clutching his back. Jivin' J.R. wraps his arms around Singleton in order to escort him back to his corner but Dan isn't having none of that -- he hits Simon with a flying forearm shot to the head, knocking down J.R. in the process. J.R. takes a few seconds to get up before order both men back to their respective corners. Ned suplexes T-Bod near the NNMX's corner. He jumps on T-Bod's face, raking the bottom of his boots across the eyes. T-Bod rubs his eyes, Ned connects with a double stomp to the midsection, followed by an elbow to the chest. Like a linebacker pushing back a tackling dummy, Ned drives T-Bod into his corner, ramming his shoulder into the gut. T-Bod grunts after being nailed with a reverse back kick by the black belt in karate. Tag made to Scarastic Simon, who places the point of the elbow across the temple and uses an open right palm to slap his elbow, driving it right directly into its target point. T-Bod begins to drop to his knees but Simon lifts him up for a back su-- no, he drops T-Bod's legs across the top rope before dropping him across his knee -- SLINGSHOT BACKBREAKER. 1... 2... Shoulder up. COLE Obviously Jim Cornette has had his newest -- and unquestionably best verison since Eaton & Lane -- incarnation of the Midnights watching hundreds of hours of footage, studying how past versions of the group have worked over an opponent's body part. Singleton drops the knee across the back. Another tag made by the NNMX. Blanchard leaps over the top and comes crashing down with a double-kneedrop to the lower back. Ned sits T-Bod up -- repeatedly hammering the knee into The Body's back. Again, a tag. Blanchard whips T-Bod into the ropes, droptoe hold, Singleton comes off the ropes with an elbow drop -- this time to the back instead of the head. COLE Dan, looking rather concerned, shouts some words of encouragement to T-Bod. Black T have successfully defend their championship on more than one occassion, but the Midnights are a different breed. Both teams have the same ideologies, so they know what to except from each other more-or-less. COACH And neither are afraid to bend the rules. COLE Simon bodyslams T-Bod. Once again, working a point of the body. Up to the top he goes. Perhaps the 90210 legdrop. No. A flying elbow from the top. Perfect landing. The cover. 1... 2... Dan breaks up the count by kicking Simon on the back. Black blocks Simon's right hand, clotheslining him over T-Bod, who school boy's Singleton. 1... 2... Kickout! T-Bod tries leaping closer to his corner, but Singleton brings him down with a droptoe hold. Dan does his best to extend his hand while holding onto the tag rope. T-Bod struggles to break free. Simon pulls T-Bod closer to his corner. Tag made to Ned. Simon continues holding onto the leg to make sure T-Bod doesn't manage to escape as Ned comes in. Legdrop from Ned temporarily stops T-Bod from fighting. Reverse chinlock is applied. Ned lets go, quickly snapping T-Bod back, drops the forearm across his chest. Simon's tagged in. COACH That's the Midnights fourth tag. Black T have made no tags yet. I'm amazed how they've managed to cut the ring in half. COLE I'm not. NNMX are putting on a clinic in tag team wrestling, and it's no surprise. Jim Cornette is one of the smartest advisors in pro wrestling history. This was the plan from the beginning: weaken the strongest member of the team, hoping you can take advantage of the smaller wrestler. That's no knock on Dan, who's won nearly every title in the OAOAST. No matter how tough you are, the chances of beating more than one man all by yourself is slim to none. COACH Unless you're Triple H. Or La Parka. COLE Surprising you didn't say Jerry Orbach. COACH He was my third choice. COLE Well, I'm sorry to say neither are here. Simon places each leg under his arms and floats over...BOSTON CRAB. T-Bod shakes his head furiously, screaming in pain, and telling special enforcer Jivin' J.R. no, I don't quit. Ned hangs between the middle rope, putting both of his feet on Simon's forehead, pushing back, adding further pressure to the hold. "Whadda BAH GAWD say T-Bod? Wanna quit?" asks special enforcer Jivin' J.R. "What do you think?" retorts T-Bod, grinding his teeth. "Yes." says J.R. "Hell, no!" shouts the co-holder of the tag team championship. Dan jumps up-and-down the ropes, telling J.R. Ned is illegally helping his partner. Of course, when J.R. goes to check, there's no more illegal double-teaming. J.R. looks at Ned & James E. Both men act like a boy staring inside a peep hole in the girls' locker room -- stupid. Once J.R. is back on the mat, checking if T-Bod's changed his mind, Ned places his feet on Simon's forehead once more. J.R. quickly goes around Simon and sees Ned's feet on the forehead. Blanchard's eyes open-wide. J.R. kicks Narcissistic Ned's feet, sending 'The Narcissistic One' from the middle rope straight to the floor. Cornette hops onto the apron. T-Bod powers out of the Crab, sommersaulting Singleton into the air. As Simon gets up T-Bod kicks him in the BUTT, sending Singleton head-first into his manager's stomach, whose tennis racket falls into the ring. Singleton's head is resting on the middle rope. T-Bod slowly crawls to his corner, building up the drama and soaking in the cheers. COLE I'm amazed how much crowd support Black T is receiving, especially after what they did to the Global Party XChange earlier tonight. The crowd is going wild for them. COACH I never thought I'd said this, but it must be Jivin' J.R. Who doesn't love a goofy gimmick like that. COLE With J.R. that's no gimmick, it's a lifestyle. TAG MADE! Simon gingerly gets up. Dan goes straight for the tennis racket on the mat. He, too, soaks up the cheers, as he holds the racket high in the air. He taps the racket on the canvas a couple of times, loading it. J.R. looks around the ring, then covers his eyes. COLE See no evil. Simon turns around...BOOM! COACH Timbbber! J.R. removes his hands from his face and makes the count. 1... 2... 3... No! Blanchard pulls him out of the ring. J.R. threatens to eject Narcissistic Ned from ringside, but is turned around by Jim Cornette... * DING * ...who blasts him with the ring bell. Cornette & Blanchard talk-trash to a fallen J.R., whose face rapidly becomes covered in blood thanks to that shot from the ring bell. James E. & Ned look inside the ring, only to see Dan Black coming right at them. SUICIDE DRIVE through the ropes. Sarcastic Simon sneaks up from behind -- BAM -- jams the BUTT of the racket below Black's neck. With tennis racket in-toll, Simon heads back inside the ring, where T-Bod is just now getting up. Singleton stands there, swinging the racket back-and-forth, waiting for T-Bod to turn around. T-Bod staggers around -- he ducks, knee-lift...RUDE AWAKENING! (Neckbreaker) COACH We need a referee out here. There's no referee! COLE Just a helluva tag match. My God, the turnaround the division has experience since the start of the year. More teams. More intensity. All for one thing...the tag team titles. The camera cuts to the entranceway. Referee Nick Patrick is sprinting towards the ring. He begins looking outside and inside the ring as he administers his count. 1... 2... 3... 4... On his knees, Dan uses the bottom rope to pull himself on the apron. 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... COLE Dan just slides back in the ring before the 10 count. Maybe it would of been the best thing -- they would've lost, but they would have retained the titles. T-Bod walks towards his corner but Ned hits him from behind with a forearm smash. Ned's calling for it -- SLINGSHOT SUPLEX, smack-damn in the center of the ring. Cornette's outside massaging Simon. Simon waves him off, heads to the top. Ned meets him near the corner. ROCKET LAUNCHER! COLE Dan & Simon are the legal men. Cornette & the Midnights are throwing a fit. They must not have seen T-Bod's tag. It was just two weeks ago on HeldDown, Cornette had a run-in with referee Nick Patrick that ultimately lead to his -- Cornette's -- ejection. Dan clotheslines both Simon & Ned, with Simon going down to the mat and Ned falling outside. Simon gets up, woobly. Black locks his arms around Simon...NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX. 1... 2... Cornette attempts to jump into the ring, but his left foot catches the bottom rope, tripping him. 3! * DING DING DING DING * BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, what an incredible struggle for the tag team championship. The winners, and still OAOAST tag team champions of the world, Dan Black & T-Bod -- Black T! Nick Patrick hands Dan the two tag titles. Black slides T-Bod out of the ring, he also lifts a bloody Jivin' J.R. T-Bod & Jivin' J.R. both have an arm wrapped around Dan's neck, as he proudly holds up the championships. Cornette & the NNMX can only look on from the ring, kicking the ropes in anger. COLE The NNMX have nothing to be ashamed of. They put up a helluva fight -- both teams did. COACH And J.R. called it down the middle. Let's not forget that. COLE With the exception of him allowing Dan to nail Singleton with the racket, he did an overall good job. COACH You netpick too much, Michael. J.R. didn't see Dan hitting Simon. COLE He covered his eyes, that's why. COACH Look at where this event is being held, Mikey. I want to cover my eyes, too. You do -- no, you actually like these types of locations. Isn't Bruce you're penpal? COLE Oh...let's go backstage or back to Michael Buffer. Enough is enough. Hold on one second. Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been told by our producer that the board of directors have decided this Thursday night on HeldDown, the fans will participate in the first-ever OAOAST Interactive to determine who the OAOAST tag team champions will face later that same night! These are the four teams you can vote for: The Saints, Hell's Hitmen, the New New Midnight Express & get this -- THE GLOBAL PARTY XCHANGE~! Log onto OAOAST.com right now and exercise your right to vote. It's OAOAST Interactive this Thursday night. Go vote right now. COACH Oh, boy, Mikey. The champs aren't going to be happy to know that. But it's great for the fans! Black T will defend their tag titles against the people's choice. I love it! I'm voting for The Saints, baby. COLE I'm voting for GPX, and the people should -- and I know will -- vote for them too. Edited July 30, 2004 by Stephen Joseph Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Stephen Joseph 0 Report post Posted July 30, 2004 (edited) *DING DING DING* BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is the FINAL MATCH in the Emperor of Death Tournament, and it is scheduled for one fall with no time limit! This contest will be contested inside the CAGE OF DEATH! (pop from the crowd) CUE: ‘Black’ by Sevendust The fans begin to boo and jeer as Hoff; Twenty-Four Seven Championship over his shoulder makes his way out to ringside. His various cuts and bruises can be easily seen, but he has a big smile on his face nonetheless. BUFFER Introducing first, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in tonight at two hundred and seventy-five pounds… He is the OAOAST Twenty Four Seven Champion… HOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!! COLE Oh look, Hoff’s all proud of himself now. He beat up Gunner from behind so he didn’t have to face the big man in the Emperor of Death tournament final, and now he’s throwing out an open challenge, but he knows that the whole roster is too beat up to accept it! CABOOSE What did I tell you guys? Hoff knows exactly what is going on, he knows what he is doing. Hoff is about to become the Emperor of Deathmatch Tournament winner, and there isn’t a damn thing anybody can do about it. I love it. COACH Well still Caboose, this is not fair! Gunner worked hard to get to the finals, beating a guy who hadn’t wrestled at all tonight in the Semis. Gunner didn’t deserve the beating that he got! This just shows what a coward Hoff really is! CABOOSE Easy, he might make you take Gunner’s place… keep talking Coach! Hoff enters the cage of death and grabs the microphone from Michael Buffer. HOFF Now before the referee declares me the Emperor of Death Tournament Champion; there are a few things I have to say. Firstly, I don’t blame the guys in the back for not wanting to face me in this match, and I don’t blame Gunner. I mean seriously, who in their right mind would want to face me in the first place? I am the future of this company, the future of this business. Nothing is going to stand in my way. And anyone who has a problem with that, feel free to face me for the title of the Emperor of Death. Now ref, hurry up and declare me the winner. Hoff throws the microphone away, and the referee walks over to him… BUT THE LIGHTS GO OUT! CABOOSE What the hell is this???? A red silhouette appears on the black screen, arms outstretched, hands in fists. Drums beat in the background. The voice that has filled the speakers in the last few weeks starts up again, and with every word, the drums beat louder… He is here, here tonight There is no use in trying to fight For he will rule, he will be The very last man you will ever see You can try anything, you try in vain But nothing will stop you from FEELING THE PAIN. The last words echo out as the screen slowly fills with blood, and a red spotlight focuses in on the entrance way. Hoff is seen in the ring, screaming ‘NO! HE’S GONE! IT CAN’T BE HIM!’ The drums beat louder, and a voice starts up… ‘Can you feel that?’ Guitars start up as the drums get louder… ‘..Shit.’ The music gets louder and louder, the guitar and drums beating louder, building up to the eventual… ‘OO-WA-A-A-A!’ BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM! THE FLAMING STAFFS LIGHT UP! CUE: ‘Down with the Sickness’ by Disturbed The staff’s burn brightly as the red spotlight focuses on a lone figure at the entrance ramp, arms outstretched just like on the screen… The Crucifix Pose. The figure lowers his arms and stands at the top of the ramp, facing the ring. He then steps out of the shadows to reveal… COLE OH MY GOD! IT’S HIM! CABOOSE IT CAN’T BE HIM! COACH AXXXXXXXXXXXEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLL IS HEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!! The Crowd goes INSANE for The Dark One, The former Twenty-Four Seven Champion, The Revolution Tournament winner, AXEL. He stands at the top of the ramp with his new entrance music blaring, and a new look. The long black leather coat is still present, but now his hair is now black and short, spiked up with red tips; his usual red pants replaced with black ones, a bleeding ‘X’ on one pant leg; he is sporting a black goatee that comes down to a point, and a new tattoo, a bleeding X, on his left arm. Michael Buffer stands outside of the ring, a smile present on his face, and announces the arrival. BUFFER And Hoff’s opponent, He is from Hobart, Tasmania, Australia. He Weighs in at Two Hundred and Fifty-Eight Pounds, making his RETURN to the OAOAST, The Dark One… AAAAAAAAAXXXXXXXEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLL!!! In the ring, Hoff is beside himself. He looks at Axel, who is staring at him. He can’t believe it. Hoff gives his title belt to the referee who puts it aside. Axel begins to walk down the ramp, a frown present on his face, the same look that we see when he is focused and psychotic. Axel walks between the flaming staffs, and stops at the top of the ring. The chorus for ‘Down with the Sickness’ plays over and over again as Axel makes his way down the ramp. He stops at the ring, where Hoff crouches down, daring him to enter. The lights are still down and a red spotlight is still on Axel, who looks to his left at the fans, and then to his right, before putting his arms up into the crucifix pose… BOOOM! The staffs blow up and go out, and the lights go up, to reveal the two men facing each other, one inside the ring, and one outside the ring. Axel walks over to the cage door, and a smile develops on his face as he stares at the Twenty-Four Seven Champion! COLE This is like a religious experience! Axel is back! He wants Hoff! CABOOSE Dammit I thought he was gone! Dammit! COACH Axel is enjoying these mind games, and he looks in great shape. But why now? Why is he back now? COLE Revenge Coach, he wants revenge for him, for Crystal, for Gunner, and for AJ Flaire. Axel is out to destroy Hoff for the actions committed against his friends! Axel takes his coat off and throws it at ringside, before walking over to the cage door again, and walking inside. COLE: Hoff and Axel, ready to lock up in the finals of the tournament, inside this imposing structure. COACH: This is only the second time it's been used jin the OAOAST- WHAT THE HELL?! HOFF HAS PULLED OUT A GUN! COLE: He's gonna shoot Axel! COACH: Well, this is a deathmatch, and I've heard the only thing that'll mae the fans really pop is to pull out a gun and shoot him... *CLICK* "SHIT!" COLE: There's no ammo in the gun! Thank G-d. We just avoived a class action lawsuit! As Hoff fiddle with the gun, Axel blasts him in the face with light tubes! Hoff staggers, clutching his face. COLE: He's blinding the big man! COACH: Everything about thosE tube shots is deadly- the gas, the shards, Hoff could be in trouble early. Axel grabs Hoff, irish whip, overhead belly to belly suplex connects. Axel quckly grabs a nail board as Hoff struggles to get to his feet- AXEL BREAKS A NAIL BOARD ACROSS HIS BACK! COACH: Axel is fired up! Axel heads to the top rope, looking to finish early-OFF THE TOP, FLYING AXEHANDLE.... NO, CAUGHT BY HOFF- CAPTURE SUPLEX INTO THE CAGE! COLE: OH MY G-D, HE LANDED HEADFIRST ON THE APRON! Axel is prone, upside down between the ropes and the cage. Hoff grabs another of the nail boards and comes charging - he BASEBALL SLIDES THE BOAD INTO AXEL'S FACE! COACH: Well, Axel was never pretty, but he sure isn't gonna look that way now! Hoff drags Axel back to the center of the ring, and grabs a light tube cactus. COACH: The fans love the cactus! Hoff lays the cactus in the center of the ring, picks up Hoff, and slams him down on the cactus with a SPIINEBUSTER! There's a cover! 1! 2! KICKOUT! COLE: Axel will not be denied in his big return. Hoff hammers away on Axel with clubbing forearms, irish whip-no! Reversed by Axel...and HOFF GOES FACE-FIRST INTO THE CAGE! Axel catches him off the rebound- INTO A LARIAT! BOTH MEN GO DOWN! COLE: This could be the chance that Axel is looking for! Both men are down as the referee administers the count. 1 2 3 4 Both men start to get to their feet.... 5 6 7 Axel and Hoff are on their feet, Axel appears to have something in his hand, and BLASTS HOFF WITH IT! COACH: That's barbed wire! Axel has got his fists wrapped in barbed wire! The big man is wobbly, Axel unwraps his fist and starts WHIPPING Hoff with the wire! Hoff is SCREAMING in pain! Axel takes advantage! GERMAN SUPLEX! Hoff snaps back up, the lights are on but nobody's home. Axel's poised.... AXEL SLAM! AXEL SLAM! COLE: IT'S OVER!! 1! 2! KICKOUT! COACH: NO WAY! COLE: What can Axel do to put away Hoff! Axel seems to have an idea. He sets up two chairs, and lays the so-far-unused glass pane across it. Axel drags Hoff under the glass...and starts climbing the cage. COLE: HE WON'T! HE'LL DIE! COACH: He doesn't care! It's all about the blaze of glory, the honor of being the champion! Axel is on top of the cage...but he doesnt realize that while his back was turned, Hoff was following him! Axel is on his feet on the top- but gets punched in the nuts from behind by Hoff! COACH: That hurts more than any light tube can! Axel is in pain, Hoff's got him up on his shoulderss....AND THROWS HIM DOWN, THROUGH THE GLASS PANE 15 FEET BELOW! COLE: HOLY SHIT! HOFF'S GONNA WIN! HE JUST HAS TO COVER! COACH: BUT IT LOOKS LIKE HE'S GOT OTHER PLANS! Hoff thinks for a second.. AND LEAPS! SPLASH OFF THE CAGE ONTO HOFF!!!!! COACH: Jimmy Superfly Snuka...TO THE EXTREME! 1! 2!! 3!!!!!! COLE: THAT'S IT! HOFF WON THE TOURNAMENT! Edited August 2, 2004 by Stephen Joseph Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Stephen Joseph 0 Report post Posted July 30, 2004 (edited) The sound of "Set It Off" erupts out of the speaker boxes surrounding the Alcatraz Prison Yard, as the loyal OAOAST fans who have journeyed to the island penitentiary for License To Pin are ready to witness the end to two days worth of violence. COLE Here she comes, a young lady who wants nothing more than to head back to the mainland with fifteen pounds of gold strapped around her waist! COACH She's gonna rob Mr. T's stash!? While Cole slaps his head at Coach's ineptitude, the OAOAST's Female Phenom, CRYSTAL, powerwalks down the rampway, overwhelmed by cheers from the fans who are watching from both the prison yard as well as at the special big screen broadcast inside the landmark prison. Crystal looks out to the crowd, all of them ranting and raving, some chanting her name, as the last remains of the sun beam down on her pretty, determined face. "Set It Off" fades, and a hush falls over the crowd as they collectively await the champion. Crystal stands by the ropes nearest to the aisleway, keeping her eyes focused on the entrance stage as her nemesis is set to arrive any moment now. CUE: "Nothing" The powerful sounds of Stabbing Westward can be heard across Alcatraz Island, as the industrial rock theme of the OAOAST World Champion plays over his grand entrace. Flying solo tonight as per the stipulations of the match, Malibu paces the stage area, taking the belt from off of his shoulder and raising it above his head, flaunting it to the fans that once loved him. Malibu takes the jeers in stride as usual, as they just feed his drive to piss off the OAOAST faithful. COLE This could be the last time Zack Malibu walks down the rampway with that belt in his possession. CABOOSE Why, do you plan on hocking it for hooker money? COLE No, I think Crystal has a very good shot at fulfilling her destiny tonight. CABOOSE Yeah, well I don't think that'll be the case. Soon enough she'll be fulfilling my order at a KFC. Malibu continues taking his blessed time in getting to the ring, while Crystal is all too eager to get this match underway. Zack climbs up the ringsteps, getting to the apron and locking eyes with the Female Phenom, who waves him on and is ready to fight. Malibu instead raises his index finger, telling her "one minute", and proceeds to back down the steps and goes back to pacing the ringside area! Malibu grins cockily as the fans boo his cowardice...but moments later they rejoice, as Crystal gets impatient and knocks Zack into the railing with a baseball slide! Crystal slides out of the ring, egged on by her many fans, and starts nailing Zack with forearms, then taking his head and smashing his face into the ring apron! Crystal rolls Zack back into the ring and keeps her eye on him as she too climbs up onto the apron. A dazed Malibu gets to his feet, unaware that Crystal is watching him...and as he turns around, he falls victim to a springboard huracanrana! Malibu goes tumbling across the ring and quickly rolls out to the floor to regain his senses, not happy with being caught off guard by Crystal. CABOOSE What a cheating bitch! Did you see that? The bell hadn't even rung yet. COACH Oh one bell did get rung, and it was Zack Malibu's! Haha, high five on that one, Mikey. CABOOSE For a black man, you're SO white. Malibu recovers, and then kicks the ringside security rail, stunning the fans who felt lucky to have seats so close to the action. Zack storms over to where Michael Buffer sits, and steals the mic from the famed ring announcer. MALIBU This is bullshit! She attacked before the bell! You can't do that! The bell didn't even ring, and you let her do that? Do you know who I am? You didn't ring the bell! Malibu yells his displeasure at senior official Earl Hebner, who responds quickly...by ringing the bell! This only pisses Zack off further, as now that the bell has rung, Earl has begun to count him out of the ring! ONE! TWO! THREE! Malibu continues storming about ringside, taunting fans and complaining of conspiracy to anyone within earshot. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Still holding the mic, Malibu walks over to Michael Buffer and hands it over in typical Zack fashion...by shoving it into Buffer's hand and nearly knocking him over! SEVEN! EIGHT! Malibu rolls in, and Crystal stays back in her corner, simply smiling over at Zack to show that she's already been successful in getting under his skin. Malibu welcomes her on, and the two approach each other, locking up OFFICIALLY in center ring! Malibu quickly takes control with a headlock, but Crystal slides out with ease, and then delivers a dropkick to Zack's back, sending him stumbling forward into the ropes! Zack catches himself on the ropes, with the cameras catching his angered face upon recovery. He spins around and walks over to Crystal, going nose to nose (well, not exactly, given the height difference, but you know...) and trading some insults that don't belong on a family show. Crystal refuses to back down, showing she can be just as vocal as Malibu, and the champion responds by pushing her back...only for Crystal to return the favor! Malibu seems stunned, but the look of astonishment becomes one of rage, as he shoves her again, this time hard and down to the canvas! Zack then steps back and waves for Crystal to get up, telling her to come and show him what she's got. Crystal dusts herself off and heads for Malibu, and both champion and challenger lock up for a second time! Once again, Malibu takes control with a headlock, but quickly releases it and instead applies a hammerlock, then simply shoves Crystal forward! As she turns back towards him, he readies her for a lariat, but she ducks and rolls under it, popping up to deliver a dropkick as he turns towards her...and it's swatted away! Zack quickly pulls her up, holding her in a front facelock, then hitting a snap suplex! Malibu picks her up off the mat and backs her into the ropes, taking her by the arm and sending her to the opposite side, only to have Crystal reverse! Malibu bounces off the ropes, leapfrogging over Crystal and then spinning her around, again locking her in a front facelock but reaching for her leg to set up for the FALLING STAR DRIVER~!...but Crystal takes both of his legs out from under him...THE CRYSTALLING~! NO! Malibu wriggles with all his might so that he can get ahold of the bottom rope, causing Crystal to have to break her grip before even really applying the move! COLE Close call for the champion there! Malibu stands up as Hebner backs Crystal away, and seeing Hebner do so, the champion storms over to them, reaching over Earl's shoulder and slapping Crystal smack across the face! Crystal immediatly lunges for Zack, but Malibu backs up as fast as he can and rolls out of the ring, again opting to wander ringside rather than fight! COACH C'mon Zack, stop delaying the inevitable! CABOOSE Yeah Zack, just pin her and have it be over with! COACH That's not what I was talking about! CABOOSE You lie. Malibu seems a bit lost, as the love of his life, nor any of his Thrillogy allies are anywhere to console or advise him. All of a sudden, the fans break out in a chant that would make the censors on live TV cringe, but since it's PPV they can get away with it. "CHICK-EN-SHIT" "CHICK-EN-SHIT" Malibu is appalled at the chant, scanning the crowd with eyes full of anger. He looks back to the ring, where Crystal is pumping her fists, egging on the chant even more! Furious, Zack slides into the ring, but Crystal is fully aware of his re-entry, and catches him with right hands just as he comes up to his feet! Zack backs up into the ropes, and with the preppy one reeling, Crystal pulls her arm back, then cracks Zack across the chest with an open hand chop! Zack staggers away, cringing, but Crystal stays on him. She turns him towards her for another one, but as she does, Zack quickly jabs a thumb in her eye, taking away her vision! Malibu takes her by the arm and sends her crashing into the corner, but as he charges in, Crystal grips the top rope and kicks both legs up, nailing him right in the jaw! Zack staggers away, and Crystal climbs up to the top rope...only for Zack to turn around and lunge for the ropes, knocking her off balance and crotching her on top! Malibu follows up by climbing up the ropes himself, but as he readies Crystal for a superplex (or whatever...), Crystal gets a few shots in to his bread basket before standing up on the ropes with him and shoving him down! Crystal balances herself, and watches as Zack gets up. Once he's on his feet, she leaps from the top, soaring over Zack and pulling him down to the canvas with a sunset flip from the ropes! Hebner dives down to count... ONE! ...but only gets that far, as Zack uses the momentum to roll himself backwards! As he comes up to his feet, he rushes at the seated Crystal, attempting a soccer kick...but she catches his leg! Crystal has Zack hopping on one leg as she stands up, and then she snaps him to the canvas with a Dragon Screw, still keeping a hold on his leg as she grabs the other one, and goes for The Crystalling once again! Try and try as she might, Zack kicks and wriggles, stretching his arms out in an attempt to reach the ropes...and does so, much to the disapproval of the fans on Alcatraz Island (and watching at home)! Hebner asks Crystal to break, and she does so without incident, but the look on her face tells us that she's none too happy with Malibu's escape. Once he's pulled himself up, again with the help of the ropes, Crystal moves towards Zack again, coming up behind him and taking him over with a quick back suplex! Crystal reaches down and picks the champion up, but before she can follow up, Zack hooks her arm and spins behind her, pulling her other arm up as well and applying a full nelson...NO! Crystal slips her arms out of Zack's grasp and grabs his head, pulling down so that his jaw is smashed on her head! Malibu staggers back after the jawbreaker, falling into the corner, and Crystal follows up by charging in and hitting a corner splash! Zack stumbles forward, and Crystal quickly pulls him up by the waist, then drops him on her knee with an inverted atomic drop, and then in one swift motion takes him over with a Northern Lights Suplex! Hebner moves like lightning to make the count, as Crystal stays bridged... ONE! TWO! ...but it's broken up as Zack powers up, taking hold of Crystal as he pushes himself to his feet. He spins around so that he's holding her in a standing leg scissors, but once again the Female Phenom is too quick for the champion, and takes his legs out from under him, this time catapulting him into the corner! Zack slams his head on the top turnbuckle, and falls backwards right into a schoolgirl rollup from Crystal! ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT! COLE Two attempts in as many minutes by the Female Phenom! That's the type of determination that proves she's worthy of holding the World Heavyweight Championship! CABOOSE What about Zack's determination? You act as if he hasn't done anything to hold onto that belt. COLE Well, he has. But these days, he's not doing it the way it should be done. CABOOSE What the hell...who made you an analyst? This isn't Monday Night Football, Cole. This is the OAOAST. Zack Malibu lives by the credo "By Any Means Necessary"! COACH I thought that was the Nation of Domination? CABOOSE Another reason to love Zack. He doesn't discriminate! Crystal stays on offense after the kickout, but as she reaches down for Zack, he quickly shoves her off, sending her crashing into the corner! Malibu charges in, but Crystal quickly sidesteps him, and as he realizes he's missed her, he finds himself locked in a headlock, as Crystal runs the ropes, kicking off the second rope and spinning around to bulldog Zack into the...NO! Malibu tosses Crystal off, causing her to crash land on her ass in center ring! Chrissy is stunned, but gets to her feet as quickly as possible...ONLY TO BE MET WITH A YAKUZA KICK FROM THE CHAMPION THAT KNOCKS HER INTO NEXT SUNDAY! COLE Good lord! Rather than go for the pin, a sneering Malibu starts stomping Crystal relentlessly and violently, a reciept for her ability to maintain control for so long in this contest. Once he tires of the stomping, Malibu pulls Crystal up to her feet...then blasts her with a standing lariat, putting her on her back once again! Malibu stands proudly over Crystal's fallen body, and reaches down, yanking the young lady up by the hair, and starts berating her! He drags her over to the corner by the hair, blocking her in and asking her the age old question "Do you know who I am?" Hebner comes in and tells Zack to break, since Crystal is in the ropes, and Malibu shoots Earl a look before slapping the taste out of Crystal's mouth and THEN backing up! Crystal wipes her lips off, and turns to see Zack cackling...SO SHE SPEARS THE HELL OUT OF HIM! Crystal starts letting loose, wailing on Zack with rights, lefts...anything she can connect with! Malibu shoves her off of him, but she gets right up and hits the ropes so that as he gets up, he's met with a flying forearm that wipes him out! Zack scrambles to his feet, unable to fully recuperate from Crystal's furious assault...and soon finds himself on the ringside floor the hard way, as Crystal clotheslines him over the top rope! COLE Crystal is a house of fire! COACH After that prison food, so am I! CABOOSE The prison is CLOSED, Coach. Who the hell cooked for you? COACH You mean the dude that told me they grill rats and shishkabob them here LIED? Insanity aside, Malibu starts recovering on the outside, and the Female Phenom has not blinked once, choosing to keep an eye on her adversary. When Zack stands up, Crystal slingshots herself over the ropes with a pescado...but Zack moves...and it was a fake anyhow, as Crystal merely slingshots herself out to the apron! Zack turns back around, and gets a boot in the face via Crystal that sends him staggering away. Crystal crouches in a ready position on the apron, still focused on Malibu...AND NAILS HIM WITH HIS OWN TRADEMARK APRON RUN DIVING CLOTHESLINE~! CABOOSE Look at that! She has no talent of her own, so she's mimicking Zack's! The crowd pops loudly for the signature spot, as Crystal pops up from the move and raises her arms in the air, basking in the glory of taking the champ out. Crystal pulls Zack up, but the champion takes Crystal's arm and spins around, sending her flying into the ringpost...NO! Crystal reaches out and grabs the ringpost, allowing her momentum to swing her around the post and up onto the apron! Crystal leaps up to the top rope, and soars off, coming down from the top rope onto Zack Malibu with a flying bodypress that puts Malibu on the concrete once again! Crystal rolls onto her back and kips up, again getting a large pop from the pro-Crystal crowd, as Zack Malibu lays looking up at the summer sky. Not one to waste time, especially when it comes down to the belt that many feel belongs around her waist, Crystal pulls Zack up and rolls him into the ring, then climbs up on the apron. As the champion rolls to his feet, wandering around in a daze, Crystal propels herself onto the top rope and springboards in, soaring at Zack for a third time...AND CATCHES A DROPKICK IN THE MIDSECTION WHILE IN MIDAIR! COACH Ouch! CABOOSE OUCH? What school did you go to, the Mickey Mouse School Of Broadcasting? Crystal kicks her legs as she clutches her ribs, the wind having been knocked out of her by Malibu's desperation dropkick. Zack shakes the cobwebs loose and comes for the fallen femme, pulling her up and holding her by the waist as she's bent over, lifting her up into a powerbomb...NO! Crystal counters by pulling Zack's head down with a DD...NO! Malibu quickly tosses her overhead with a release Northern Lights Suplex! Breathless, Malibu holds onto the ropes for support while he refreshes himself. Crystal slowly rolls to her feet, while Malibu bursts forward, kicking his leg upwards... SCHOOL'S OUT~! NO~! Crystal catches Zack's foot, and spins him around, then follows up with a quick boot to the stomach and a DDT! Zack's head bounces off the mat, and Crystal quickly rolls him over while he's still stunned, hooking the leg... ONE! TWO!! THR...NO! KICKOUT! The fans groan at the kickout, but Crystal stands up and pulls Zack a few feet away from the ropes. With Malibu laid out, she runs the ropes, hopping over his fallen body as she rebounds, and leaping up onto the second rope with DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH~!...BUT ZACK ROLLS UNDER IT...AND CRYSTAL LANDS ON HER FEET! As Zack is getting to his feet, Crystal charges him, so he tucks his head and backdrops her over the top rope...but she lands on the apron! Malibu turns around and is met with a shoulderblock into the ribs that keels him over, and Crystal slingshots herself in, dropping her leg across the back of Zack's head with a modified Fame-Asser! Crystal again follows up with a cover, and Hebner scurries to make the count. ONE! TWO! TH...SHOULDER UP! COLE Two near falls in as many minutes. If Crystal can keep up this kind of pace, she's going to wear Zack out in no time! CABOOSE Let me tell you something, as a man who's fought one on one and side by side with Zack Malibu...just when you think he's taken his last breath or dealt his last hand, BAM! A true wrestler shouldn't let their guard down as it is, but Zack Malibu is the one person you cannot afford to do that against. As if Caboose has some pyschic power, when Crystal goes to pull Zack up, he responds by stunning her with an inverted atomic drop, then rotating 360 degrees to nail her with a ROARING ELBOW~!...but has it ducked! Crystal jumps up on Zack's shoulders when his back is to her, and attempts a victory roll, but Malibu is able to support her weight on his shoulders as he walks a few steps before throwing her forward off his shoulders with an Electric Chair Drop that drops her throat first on the top rope! Crystal backs up, gasping for air, and Malibu quickly grabs an inverted facelock and pulls Crystal to the canvas, applying the California Dream Dragon Sleeper that hasn't been used in quite some time! COLE Malibu's going old school here! The combination of having the wind knocked out of her, along with the submission applied leaves Crystal in a bad position, as Malibu pulls her down to the mat and keeps a firm lock around her neck. He drives his knee into her back as well, and tries his damndest to put her to sleep. In an effort to combat it, the crowd comes alive once again, as they try to feed Crystal the energy she needs with a strong rally for the Female Phenom. "CRYSTAL!" "CRYSTAL!" "CRYSTAL!" Malibu sneers, turning to the crowd and shouting "It's all over", then telling Hebner to check on Crystal. Earl obliges, lifting Crystal's arm up once...and watches it drop back to her side. Earl raises her arm a second time...but this time it stays up, as Crystal attempts to force herself to her feet...only to have Zack pull her violently to the canvas by her hair! Hebner scolds Malibu for the offense, but in typical Zack fashion he pays no mind, and instead reapplies the California Dream as quickly as possible. Crystal attempts to grab Zack's head, reaching up and flailing her arms, but unable to get ahold of the champ. Finally, she's able to reach up and get both her arms around his head while still in the hold, and she quickly pushes up and sits back down, bringing Zack's jaw down on her shoulder in the process! Zack staggers away, checking his mouth to make sure his dental work is still in tip top shape, while Crystal takes in as much air as possible in order to regain her wind. It's all for naught, however, because as she's getting to her feet, Malibu comes and drives a knee into her ribs, causing her to collapse to her knees! Malibu stands above her and hammers on her forehead with stiff right hands, knocking Crystal silly before grabbing her in a front facelock and jarring her with a neckbreaker! Malibu slithers across Crystal, urging Earl to make the count as fast as he can... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! ...but Crystal throws a shoulder up! Malibu berates Earl for being "too God damned slow", and pulls Crystal up, placing her again in a front facelock and turning so that they're back to back, looking to execute another neckbreaker...NO! Crystal instead hooks both of Zack's arms, and pulls him over with a backslide...NO! Malibu floats over, landing on his feet in front of Crystal, and hooks both of her arms, taking her over with a snap butterfly suplex! Zack gets up and hits the ropes, coming off with a high jumping legdrop...and hits nothing but mat, as Crystal rolls out of the way! The Female Phenom then takes hold of Zack's legs, and the fans pop like mad, expecting The Crystalling, but instead Crystal falls backwards, catapulting Zack up and over the top rope! Malibu is able to get a grip on the rope just as he goes over, however, and SKINS THE CAT~! back into the ring...AND WALKS RIGHT INTO A DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN~! THE CRYSTALLING...NO~! MALIBU COUNTERS WITH A SMALL PACKAGE ROLLUP! ONE!! TWO!!! THREE...NO! KICKOUT BY CRYSTAL! CABOOSE COME ON, Hebner...you don't have arthritis, so stop counting like you do! The fans gasp thankfully, fearing that that could have been the end of Crystal. Malibu gets up, and eyes Crystal as she does...charging her just as she gets to her feet...and BLASTS her with a Yakuza Kick~! Crystal falls to the mat, desperately trying to stay alive, but as she's hunched over, Zack follows up with a ZACK ATTACK~! to the side of the head, and that manuever sends Crystal rolling out under the bottom rope and falling to the Earth below her! COLE Malibu caught her with that one, but he's unable to capitalize! CABOOSE Of course he is...because that little chickenshit ducked out of the ring! COACH Think she needs mouth to mouth? CABOOSE Coach, that joke has been played out more than a Britney Spears song. Malibu takes the opportunity to get to his senses, while Hebner stands by the ropes, watching the lifeless Crystal as he counts her out of the ring. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Right at the count of five, however, Malibu comes over and knocks Earl aside, stepping through the ropes and heading to the ringside area himself. With both competitors now on the outside, Earl restarts the count. ONE! TWO! THREE! Malibu stands over Crystal, lightly kicking her to "see if she's alive". Laughing to himself, Zack reaches down and picks her up by the hair, then slams her facefirst into the apron! Crystal, too drained to fight back at this point, absorbs the blow and starts to slide off the apron back to the ground, but Malibu catches her and rolls her into the ring, where she lay on her back. Zack hops up on the apron, and then climbs the top rope, making sure that Crystal isn't playing possum. Zack stands on the top rope, the fans booing as he prepares himself for takeoff...AND HE HITS THE HANG TIME LEGDROP ON CRYSTAL~! COVER~! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENONONO! The crowd erupts, and Zack is shocked, as Crystal somehow managed to take all Zack had, yet still kick out of the pin attempt. Shocked, amazed, and most of all, pissed off, Malibu gets up and starts stomping Crystal repeatedly, just stomping and kicking at her until she winds up near the corner. Zack picks her up and props her up against the turnbuckles, then starts drilling her ribs with shoulderblocks! Crystal slumps down, but Zack picks her up and sends her across the ring, smashing into the other corner! Malibu gets a head of steam and charges in, tucking his head and looking to ram into Crystal's ribs once again...but she moves out of the way! Malibu stops short just before he collides, and turns around...only to be pushed backfirst into the corner himself! Crystal starts firing off punches, chops, and kicks like there's no tomorrow, and Malibu is staggered by the offensive flurry from the Canadian beauty, who then takes him by the arm and Irish whips him, only to have Malibu put on the brakes and turn around, pulling Crystal into a belly to belly suplex! CABOOSE Shades of the original Franchise, Shane Douglas! Malibu's got this one in the bag! Zack covers, and Hebner counts, while the fans count along... ONE! TWO!! THREENO! COLE Unbelievable! Crystal is determined to get off this island with a belt around her waist tonight, and by God I've got to say it'll happen! Zack again is angered by the count, and approaches Hebner, who waves his finger at Zack and tells him to not even think about it. Zack backs off...and then shoves Earl down, going into paranoid interrogation mode and asking Earl "do you know who I am?" Earl gets up and warns Zack that if he does something like that again, he'll disqualify him, to which Zack responds "go ahead, I still keep the title!" Feeling he's won the argument, Zack turns to Crystal...WHO NAILS HIM WITH A LOW BLOW! Hebner clearly sees it, but as a measure of revenge lets it go, and watches Zack sink down to his knees, holding himself! Malibu falls on all fours, and Crystal gets to her feet, then hops over Zack's body and cradles him with an Oklahoma Roll! ONE! TWO!! THREE!! NO~! KICKOUT BY ZACK~! COACH That was three! CABOOSE No Coach, that was two. Three comes after two. Just wait...I'll explain it when Zack gets three on your girlfriend. Another close call in this contest, and the fans are as far to the edge of their seat as they can go. Crystal, breathing heavily due to the wear and tear of the matchup, scoops Zack off the ground...but he surprises her by nailing a snap powerslam, carrying her over and drilling her into the canvas! He keeps the leg hooked, knowing that the element of surprise has just won him this contest... ONE! TWO!! THREE... ...NO! KICKOUT BY CRYSTAL ONCE AGAIN! The crowd erupts, as Malibu is about ready to pull his precious blonde hair out, unwilling to believe that Crystal can't be defeated. He again approaches Hebner, who issues a "don't do it" warning, so Zack thinks otherwise. He backs off, waiting for Crystal to recover on her own, and getting a few moments rest for himself as well. Crystal starts coming to, so Malibu gets into the ready position, his eyes burning a hole through her as she stands, unable to see what's coming... SCHOOL'S OUT~!....SIDESTEPPED~! Crystal dodges the superkick, and spins Zack around, grabbing him by the head and going for a bulldog...only to be thrown onto her ass by the champion! Crystal groans in pain, and turns to get up...catching one on the chin as she does, as Zack FINALLY hits SCHOOL'S OUT~! Malibu falls backwards, as Crystal sells it like she's been shot. The Savior of the OAOAST crawls over, he too now feeling exhausted due to the effort it's taken to keep her down. A leg is hooked, and a count is made... ONE! TWO! THREE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-KICKOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUT~! COLE I DON'T BELIEVE MY EYES~! CRYSTAL JUST KICKED OUT OF SCHOOL'S OUT~! The bleachers nearly topple due to the fans jumping up and down, while Malibu slams his hand on the mat and gets up, looking up at the sky as if to ask "what do I have to do to win this match!?" A lightbulb goes off over his head, however, and he drags Crystal across the canvas so that she's in center ring. Malibu runs the ropes, hopping over Crystal in a fashion that looks all too familiar... COACH Mikey, look at this! You know what he's doing? COLE Zack Malibu is going for Diamond In The Rough! Indeed, Malibu jumps up onto the second rope and springs backwards with a moonsault onto Crystal's prone body, using her own signature move against her! Malibu crashes down on the female ball o' fire, figuring what better way to end the match than with the very move that brought Crystal up the ranks. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENO~! ANOTHER KICKOUT~! CABOOSE This isn't right! Did she pass her steroids test? The cheers are deafening, and could probably be heard over on the mainland, as Crystal AGAIN escapes certain defeat. Malibu gets up and ducks out of the ring, storming over to Michael Buffer and pulling him up, hurling him over the security railing into the crowd! Zack grabs Buffer's chair and folds it up, then slides it under the bottom rope, into the ring. Hebner rushes to beat Zack to it, grabbing one end of the chair...but Zack has the other, and now both competitor and official are locked in a tug of war for the foreign object! Malibu finally swipes the chair from Earl and stalks him with it, making Earl remind Zack that a DQ will cost him the match. Earl cowers as Zack weilds the chair, but Malibu backs off, instead turning to the person this chair was intended for... ...AND HAS IT SUPERKICKED INTO HIS FACE~! Crystal falls backwards, nowhere near full of energy, but still able to take advantage of Zack's attempted underhandedness. Malibu is sprawled out on the canvas, and Earl kicks the chair out of the ring, while Crystal slowly crawls over to Zack, and lays across his chest. COLE This could do it! ONE! TWO! TWO AND 3/4! TWO AND 5/8! THREEEEEEEE....KICKOUT~! At the last possible second, Malibu gets his shoulder up! The cameras close in on the downed champion, whose forehead was cut after having the steel chair kicked into his face. Crystal gets up, but she's unable to stand, as she stumbles back into the corner, visibly drained of her adrenaline. She leans onto the ropes for support, while Malibu slowly starts to stir on the canvas. Zack rolls onto his stomach, and pushes himself from the canvas up to a standing position...and right into a rear waistlock from Crystal....RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX ON ZACK~! COLE Where did she get the strength for that! CABOOSE I'm telling you, she's on the juice! Crystal sits up and runs her hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face. She looks out to the crowd and sees hundred of her fans egging her on, chanting her name as loud as they can. With Malibu downed, Crystal gets up, walking a circle around his body before bursting to the ropes, coming off and hopping over him, going to polish him off once and for all with a Diamond In The Rough... ...AND SHE LANDS ON ZACK'S KNEES~! Crystal doubles over, stumbling across the ring and holding her ribs...the few breaths of air that were in her body now driven out. Zack rolls to his feet, and sees the position that Crystal is in, so he darts forward, bringing his knee into the air and executing a ZACK ATTACK~!...AND GETS SPEARED OUT OF THE AIR BY CRYSTAL~! COACH AND COLE YO~! CABOOSE Oy. BOTH competitors are down once again, and on the slow motion replay you can almost see the air shooting out of Zack's body as Crystal nails him. Again having to make the slow crawl since she's spent, the Female Phenom moves towards Zack, throwing an arm over his chest for a pin attempt, as the fans stand up and stare at the scene in the ring. ONE! TWO! THREE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Somehow, somewhere, Malibu had the strength to kick out! Crystal lays on the mat face down, looking almost like she's sleeping, while Malibu's eyes appear to have rolled in the back of his head. Crystal slowly crawls to the ropes, while Malibu rolls over and does the same. Each combatant uses the ropes to bring them to their feet, and come up standing on opposite sides of the ring, with Zack leaning over the ropes, the blood that drips from his forehead causing a small puddle to form on the ground outside. Crystal holds onto the ropes so that she doesn't fall over, and almost simultaneously, they turn around to face each other. Malibu's eyes burn with hate, while Crystal scowls at her former friend, and they approach each other in a scene that looks like it came out of a Western movie. They stand center ring, and Malibu simply takes his right hand and paintbrushes Crystal, nearly knocking her over in the process! Crystal comes back with a right hand that staggers Zack...and he comes back with one of his own! Crystal responds with another right, and a slugfest has broken out in center ring! Zack throws a punch, Crystal throws a punch, and neither one looks like they're ready to back down! Zack breaks up the monotony with a well placed knee to Crystal's bruised-possibly-broken ribs, and slams several forearms down across her shoulder blades before pulling her into a front facelock and trying to hook her leg...FALLING STAR DRIVER...NO~! SMALL PACKAGE COUNTER BY CRYSTAL COULD DO IT~! ONE~! TWO~!! THREEEEEEEENONONONONONONONONONONO~! Zack rolls through, keeping Crystal hooked...FALLING STAR DRIVER...NO~! Crystal shoves him off into the ropes to avoid the move...and takes him over with a snap huracanrana! Malibu gets send across the ring, looking to quickly pull himself up with the aid of the ropes...then finds himself shoved into the ropes, as Crystal grabs a rear waistlock and rolls him up! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Malibu kicks Crystal off of him, and she uses the momentum to run the ropes. He throws out a clothesline in order to turn the tide, but Crystal ducks under it, then comes up behind Zack and catches him in the back of the head with an enzugiri that sends Zack spilling out through the middle ropes, nearly knocking him to the floor before he held on and landed on the apron! Zack pulls himself up, but finds his head grabbed, as Crystal walks him over to the corner and rams his head into the turnbuckle! Crystal hooks Zack in a facelock and supelexes him back into the ring...but Malibu shifts his weight, falling on top of Crystal! ONE! TWO! FOOT ON THE ROPE~! Hebner pats Zack on the back and warns him that Crystal was able to get her foot on the rope, and an angry Malibu looks to engage in a war of words with the ref again before thinking better of it. He pulls Crystal up and looks like he's going to send her to the far corner, but then shifts the momentum, whipping her chest first into the near corner! Crystal stumbles back, and Zack locks on a sleeperhold, pulling Crystal away from the ropes...only to have her spin out and execute a quick back suplex to break! COLE My God, they've hit each other with EVERYTHING! When will this all end!? Malibu groans and favors his lower back, while Crystal gets up as soon as she can, and walks over to Zack's feet, reaching down and pulling up his legs, attempting to lock him in THE CRYSTALLING~!...but as she leans over to hook Zack, he starts firing off palm strikes, catching the Female Phenom right in the temple! Crystal backs off, feeling her nose to see if it could possibly be broken, and doesn't see Zack coming at her...YES SHE DOES~!...because she takes him down with a drop toe hold! Malibu slams facefirst into the canvas, and now he's inspecting HIS nose. Crystal pulls his arm up, and spins around it, then rolls over, using La Magistral to possibly win the World Title, as the fans erupt! ONE! TWO! THR...ZACK GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE AT THE LAST POSSIBLE INSTANCE! The crowd boos loudly, feeling that Crystal had caught Zack off guard one too many times, and was going to finally become World Champion. She backs up, giving him room to recover, and actually egging him on, as her fiery temper is starting to get the better of her! Zack gets up, and Crystal charges in, only for him to duck down and scoop her up across his shoulders! Malibu walks over to the corner and sets her down on the top rope, then slaps the holy hell out of her, leaving a red handprint on her left cheek! Malibu climbs up to the second rope, but Crystal fires back, punching him several times before simply shoving him to the canvas! Once Zack hits, Crystal begins to balance herself on the top, but Zack gets up sooner than expected, and knocks the ropes, crotching Crystal on the top! Zack goes up again, and gloats to the crowd, saying that "she's gonna get droppped!" COLE He's not...I mean...not from the top! CABOOSE Mark my words, if this is what I think it is, someone's career is about to end via a broken neck. Malibu applies a front facelock, and pulls Crystal up so that they're both standing on the top rope. He reaches down, trying to hook her leg fisherman style, as the fans gasp at the horror that is to come...UNTIL CRYSTAL SHOVES HIM OFF AGAIN! Zack falls to the mat, but lands on his feet, and runs right up the ropes...BUT GETS CAUGHT WITH A SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB BY CRYSTAL....SHE HOLDS ONTO THE LEGS...AND ROLLS HIM OVER INTO THE CRYSTALLING~! COLE SHE'S GOT IT! COACH MIKEY, THIS IS IT~! Malibu has NOWHERE TO GO, as the fans go nuts, screaming as much as their vocal chords will allow! Crystal has The Crystalling applied, and Zack Malibu is not able to reach the ropes or anything for a break! The already rabid crowd is electric, chanting Crystal's name, seeing that she's finally gotten Zack's number! COLE LOOK AT ZACK! LOOK AT HIM SQUIRM! Malibu is in a state no one has ever seen him in, as he looks downright frightened, his face now a pale shade of white as he swings his arms, trying to grab onto something to cause a break. Crystal leans back further, and Zack screams in agony, as Earl Hebner asks him if he gives up. Malibu shakes his head no, but the look on his face tells us that if he weren't trying to hold onto the World Title, he'd already be back in the dressing room by now! "TAP!" "TAP!" "TAP!" "TAP!" Each and every person, man, woman or child, is chanting at Zack Malibu, telling the cocky one to just give it up, as Crystal has the hold on finally, and will not let go. Blood and sweat drip from Malibu's face as his cries of pain go unanswered, a receipt for the months of torment he's put Crystal through. Crystal grits her teeth and cinches the hold in as tightly as she can, keeping the pressure applied. Hebner goes to the canvas again, staring into Zack's face and asking him if he gives up. "What do you say, Malibu?" "I....aaaaaaaaaaaargh!" "C'mon Zack, what do you say? Do you give?" "I....unnnnhhhhhhhhh...noooooo!" Malibu refuses to tap, and being locked in this hold must seem like an eternity to him. "TAP!" "TAP!" "TAP!" Hebner tells Crystal that Zack has refused to give up, so she leans back even more, nearly bening him in half at the lower back! Malibu screams in agony once again, and Hebner returns to his side, questioning his ability to stay in this. "Do you give up, Zack? Whaddya say?" "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah...unhhh...arrrrrrrgh..." "Yes or no, Zack? Whaddya say?" "I...I...yeeeeeaarrrrrrgh...unh..." "Do you give up, Zack? Do you?" "I...I...I gi...yeaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!" DING*DING*DING The crowd ERUPTS in one of the loudest pops in wrestling history, as Crystal releases the hold and collapses in exhaustion. She looks up, and sees the fans going wild, pulling herself to her feet and throwing her head back, raising her arms up and looking to the sky. COLE SHE DID IT! CRYSTAL HAS WON THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! CABOOSE No way! Malibu didn't tap! This is a conspiracy! Earl Hebner retrieves the belt from Michael Buffer after a moments discussion, and now the roughed up announcer (from having been dumped into the fans earlier) makes things official. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the thirty minute time limit on the World Title Match HAS EXPIRED. The official decision...senior official Earl Hebner states that Zack Malibu did NOT submit before the bell, therefore your winner, and STILL OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK MALLLLIBUUUUUUUUUU! COACH WHAT!? NO! COME ON! CABOOSE I LOVE IT! GOOD JOB, EARL! The fans are VICIOUS with their booing, as Crystal pleads her case to Hebner. Earl tells her that Malibu did not tap out or say "I Quit" before the bell, and therefore she is NOT the new OAOAST World Champion. Crystal looks out to the crowd and starts yelling to them, stirring up another chant. "FIVE MORE MINUTES clap clap clapclapclap!" "FIVE MORE MINUTES clap clap clapclapclap!" "FIVE MORE MINUTES clap clap clapclapclap!" Malibu is helped to his feet by Hebner and handed the belt. Unable to stand, Malibu allows himself to fall into the corner, leaning against it for support. Slowly, Malibu simply takes the belt in his right hand and raises it in the air...reminding everyone of who's walking out with the gold. COLE I don't believe this...that poor young lady must be heartbroken! Crystal storms towards Zack, and Earl keeps her back, as she asks Zack for five more minutes, and eggs the crowd on in chanting it loudly. "FIVE MORE MINUTES clap clap clapclapclap!" "FIVE MORE MINUTES clap clap clapclapclap!" "FIVE MORE MINUTES clap clap clapclapclap!" Hebner keeps Crystal back, but the fans pop upon seeing Zack come out of the corner slowly, nearly falling over as his legs are weak. Malibu comes over, still holding the belt...AND PUTS IT INCHES FROM CRYSTAL'S FACE! Zack backs off, showing a menacing smirk under all the blood and sweat...AND GETS SPEARED OUT OF HIS BOOTS~! COACH YO~! CABOOSE The match is over! This isn't right! The fans explode as Crystal POUNDS ON ZACK, with Earl Hebner having to pull her up off of him kicking and screaming. Once she's up, Hebner lets go, and Crystal turns around and shoves a shocked Earl onto his ass! Crystal turns back for Zack, but Malibu takes the opening to roll out of the ring quickly, as Candie shows up at ringside to assist him to the back. Candie shouts at Crystal for what she did to her man, and Crystal shouts right back, signing that the belt belongs around HER waist. Candie and Zack retreat up the ramp, with a wounded Malibu again holding the belt up as his theme song is cued, rubbing it in one final time that Crystal couldn't get the job done tonight. COLE That was one hell of a contest, but that man escaped by the skin of his teeth. They'll meet again. CABOOSE What for? Zack Malibu has outsmarted and outwrestled Crystal numerous times now! She's a choke artist! COACH Why, you mean she... CABOOSE Not like THAT, you deprived excuse for an announcer. COLE We're supposed to remain unbiased and all that, but you know what, if it weren't for the time limit, that young lady standing in the ring would be our World Champion. CABOOSE She would not! I'm telling you, she does not have what it takes, Cole. I'm a former World Champion, and I'd know! COLE Well I know one thing, and that is this war with Zack Malibu...it didn't end tonight, it just got a LOT more personal. Crystal KNOWS where that gold belongs. Zack Malibu does not deserve that title. CABOOSE Whatever. There's no getting through to you. COLE Fans, it has been a wild weekend full of brawls, blood, and downright brutality. We at the OAOAST would like to thank you for joining us on our two day spree of violence, and hope that you'll join us this Thursday on HeldDOWN~!, because I'm sure that there are more than a few situations that are going to heat up. This is Michael Cole, saying for the rest of Triple C, good night from Alcatraz, and thank you for ordering License To Pin. Edited August 1, 2004 by Stephen Joseph Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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