Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 15, 2004 (edited) TV 14 L,V FBI WARNING: Any unauthorized use of this event without the expressed written consent of OAOAST Entertainment is strictly prohibited. Unauthorized use can lead to a $10,000 fine, castration, eyes gouged, and/or up to 5 years in prison. In a spoof of TNA's anti-piracy openings, two of our very own fight the good fight...the Global Party XChange, Scotty Static & Johnny "Jam" Jackson. SCOTTY Yo, peoples! Thanks for pressin' the buy button on your remote, and ordering the hottest event of the summer -- AngleSlam. JOHNNY 3. SCOTTY But they're some naughty peeps out there who decided to jack the juice, taking money outta the pockets of everybody who works in the OAOAST. From the production assistants, the stage manager, the 50-year-old geezer holding that camera, and even us. We're global, and we loves to party, but stealing this event is costing us the ability to purchase Pepsi, Snickers bars, comic books, DVDs, Nike shoes, and most importantly...condoms. Because the XChange aren't ready for lil' Johnny's or Scotty's just yet. JOHNNY And it keeps us from having to pay child support. Without a rubber, I know I'd probably have a million kids runnin' around. And this playa ain't ready to retire. SCOTTY Recognize: Don't jack the juice. Sit back and enjoy the event. And remember... SCOTTY & JOHNNY There's no hope with dope. JOHNNY Playa don't play with juice jackers. ANGLESLAM III No fancy graphics. No music. Just the intense, final few minutes of Zack vs. Crystal from License to Pin: This ain't Oz is shown. 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!" 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~! 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! The fans are VICIOUS with their booing... 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~! The fans explode as Crystal POUNDS ON ZACK, with Earl Hebner having to pull her up off of him kicking and screaming... COLE That was one hell of a contest, but that man escaped by the skin of his teeth... if it weren't for the time limit, that young lady standing in the ring would be our World Champion... 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. A clip of Malibu pacing around 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, morphs into a shot from the Great Angle Bash, where during WARGAMES... With chants of “Let’s go Crystal” raining down from every corner of the arena, the female phenom takes Zack’s legs out from under him with a swift soccer like kick! She throws her index finger into the air and her loyal fans do the same! Crystal locks on the CRYSTALLING and poor little Zack finds himself overwhelmed by pain! Zack looks on in horror... the fans chant for him to tap out! Zack makes one last futile plea for help then finally TAPS OUT to the Crystalling! THE OAOAST PRESENTS... WRITTEN BY Zack Malibu Hoff Chuck Woolery Mystery Eskimo Papacita LaParkaYourCar Tony149 Stephen Joseph Phoenix Fury Legdrop Patty O'Green Rob E Dangerously King Cucaracha GRAPHICS BY Papacita EXECUTIVES IN CHARGE OF PPV PRODUCTION Tony149 Stephen Joseph EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS Zack Malibu Chuck Woolery Patty O'Green Mystery Eskimo OAOAST CREATED BY CWM Tony149 Anglesault PRODUCED & DIRECTED BY Tony149 Post Production Facilities Provided by TSM Edited August 29, 2004 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 26, 2004 (edited) * POW POW POW POW POW * A hard rock guitar riff blares in the background as fireworks explode inside the sold out London Arena. The lights come up as the fireworks subside, the fans go wild, waving their signs, mugging for the camera. Live AngleSlam London, England Close up shot of a giant, metallic "AS." We zoom back to reveal the entranceway, being guarded by two Beefeaters (the guys who stand still, wearing those long, funny tall hats) inches away from the rampway, two plasma screens on each side of the set. Then we cut to the happiest place on earth, SOFA CENTRAL~! where 3 C is standing by. COLE This is AngleSlam! It's the thrid one. It's the OAOAST's U.K. roadtrip. And we're live as live can be from the beautiful London Arena in, well, London, England. COACH (English accent) Jolly 'ol England, chap. CABOOSE Just stick to the stereotypical black man, Coach. COACH Boomshakalaka. COLE What a great card we have in store for you tonight. To run down the evening, we send it over to our broadcast colleauge "Mean" Gene, who's with "Cowboy" Bill Watts. Gene, it's all yours baby. Watts' name received a mixed reaction. Apparently people don't like authority. Crane shot takes us from SOFA CENTRAL to the interview position near the ramp. MEAN GENE Yes, sir! A great crowd on hand to experience the intense competition of the OAOAST. While the Summer Games are wrapping up, ours is just getting started. With me is the Chairman of the OAOAST board of directors, "Cowboy" Bill Watts. Bill, what a crowd. Again, the crowd boos Watts before he even utters a word. WATTS This is a very exciting night for us, Gene, our first pay-per-view event held completely overseas, and the fans in London -- the U.K. in general -- have been gracious. The OAOAST has come a long way from being that underground rebel without a cause, to being the premiere sports commodity in the game today. We thank all ours fans across the globe for their support. Onto business. The card is stacked with matches that would be main events in any other promotion, but you can only see them here at AngleSlam. We're gonna kick things off with the 24/7 title bout, and end the night with the World's title match. Later tonight, one "Female Phenom" will have the opportunity of a lifetime to win a title very few people in this sport will have the honor of winning, that being the OAOAST Championship. A lot of people have compared tonight's main event to the Billy Jean King-Bobby Riggs tennis match in the 1970s. This is bigger than Billy Jean-Bobby Riggs. We have two superstars in their prime facing off for the biggest prize in sports. Whether Zack likes me or not is irrelevant, because he knows what a honor it is to walk around with the OAOAST Championship over his shoulder. In addition to that huge matchup, we also have Hoff vs. Gunner Sharps in a 24/7 title match, Panther vs. Bryte, Stone vs. Rodez, The Saints vs. C.O.D., 4 way tag with $10,000 on the line, Barbed Wire Purgatory and much much more. If AngleMania is wrestling's holy grail, then AngleSlam is wrestling nirvana. What a night this promises to be. Let's hook 'em up! The crowd may have been booing Watts earlier, but they're ready to hook 'em up like "Cowboy" said. MEAN GENE All right. 3 C, back to you. CABOOSE Ugh...I think I ate too many nachos. I'll...gurgle...ulp.........I'll be right back!!! Caboose dashes away from Sofa Central, doubled over in abdominal pain. COACH Ugh, pukatronic! COLE We're all set for our opening contest, but I'm just getting word that Josh Matthews is in the back, with Hoff! COACH With Hoff? COLE With Hoff! Josh, you there? The cameras cut back to Josh Matthews, and the 24/7 Champion, Hoff, in his ring gear and ready to go! JOSH Hey guys, I'm with Hoff, and Hoff has something to say-- Hoff grabs the microphone with an excited smile. HOFF Ladies and gentlemen, welcome.....to ANGLESLAM!!! The crowd goes wild as Hoff laughs. HOFF Now, I want everyone to listen to what I'm saying, because once again, this is very, very important. You see, this is gonna be a big night for the Thrillogy. Zack Malibu, ending the career of that little skank Crystal. Calvin Szechstein, beating Sly within an inch of his life. This is going to be the greatest night of the summer. The fans' cheers turn to boos. HOFF But what this night will be most remembered for, when fans ten years from now look back, will be Hoff's final and ultimate triumph over Gunner Sharps, once and for all ridding the OAOAST of the menace known as the Bleeding Souls. The chorus of boos explodes, and a "Gunner" chant goes up in the crowd. HOFF Oh, yeah, chant his name all you want! It doesn't matter! Tonight is my night, and that's why I have chosen to come out first tonight. JOSH You're...you're coming out first for your match... Hoff shoots Josh a perturbed look. HOFF No, you fool! I'm not just coming out first for my match. I am coming out first for the entire show. So that when you look back, when you remember what happened tonight, the first thing on your mind will be me. Hoff throws the microphone back at Josh, gives the 24/7 Title around his waist a quick shine, and heads out the curtain. Edited August 29, 2004 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 28, 2004 (edited) BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen...boys and girls...children of all ages. On behalf of OAOAST Entertainment, we are proud and pleased to bring yooooou........ANGLESLAM!!! * DING DING DING * BUFFER The following contest is our opening bout this evening! It is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the One and Only Anglesault Thread Twenty-Four Seven Championship! CUE: "Black" by Sevendust Hoff steps out from behind the curtain, smiling, and the London crowd absolutely boos him out of the building. BUFFER Making his way down the aisle first, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at two-hundred seventy-five pounds...he is a member of the Thrillogy, the self-styled future of the industry, and the reigning and defending twenty-four seven champion....he is...HOFF!!!!! Hoff, smiling, pauses midway down the ramp to look out across the audience, running his mouth. Smirking, he slides into the ring under the bottom rope, unstraps his belt, and climbs the turnbuckles, posing with the belt held high. The fans jeer as Hoff's music dies down... CUE: "Debonaire" by Dope BUFFER And his opponent! The boos are replaced by HUGE cheers as Gunner steps out from behind the curtain, pumping up the crowd! BUFFER Hailing from the Motor City of De-troit, Michigan, standing seven foot one and weighing in at three-hundred and seventy-five pounds, the most raw powerful superstar perhaps ever to step into a ring. The challenger for the 24/7 championship.....GUNNER....SHAAAAAAARPS!!!!!! Gunner throws his arms above his head, working the crowd into a frenzy. Gunner heads down the ramp, pointing at Hoff and threatening the champ, who looks at Gunner coolly. Gunner stomps down the ramp...and stops halfway as "Debonaire" fades out on the speakers. COLE What the... Gunner levels a long, hard gaze at Hoff...then smiles as "Man in the Box" blares over the arena sound system!! COACH No! COLE Could it be?! Gunner gestures to the back... AND OUT WALKS....A J FLAIRE!!!!!!! COLE OH MY GOD! AJ FLAIRE IS BACK!! The fans ERUPT as AJ Flaire walks out from behind the curtain, assisted by a cane. AJ smiles out across the fans, allowing himself a scream of excitement as the fans cheer their hearts out! COACH Un-be-lievable!! COLE AJ Flaire has returned! And he is at the side of Gunner Sharps!! Hoff's eyes go wide, and he panics, shaking his head as AJ Flaire stands next to Gunner. Both men walk down the ramp, AJ screaming obscenities at Hoff while Gunner stares a hole through the champion. Hoff grabs the referee, complaining, pointing at AJ on the outside, but the ref pulls himself away. Gunner climbs up the steps, pounding fists with Flaire before stepping through the ropes, staring at Hoff. Hoff backs away from both Gunner and the official, as both men stand in their corners, eyes locked. COACH AJ Flaire...wow COLE This is an intensely personal feud, and AJ Flaire is a reminder of that. Of course, it was two short months ago that Hoff broke AJ Flaire's back in the center of the ring, and we didn't know if he would ever walk again, let alone wrestle, but now here he is, and he looks great. AJ keeps his eyes locked on Hoff as well, as the referee shows the 24/7 Title first to Gunner Sharps, then to Hoff, then holds it high above his head before handing it to the timekeeper. COACH Well, personal or not, this is also about the 24/7 Title, which has been so hotly contested for the past month, with Hoff, Gunner Sharps, and of course Chris Stevens... COLE Absolutely, and we do know that Chris Stevens is in the building tonight, and......oh, get this! I've just received word that this Thursday on HeldDown, Chris Stevens will receive a shot at the 24/7 Title! COACH All right! The referee checks the tights and boots of both men, then dashes out of the way as he calls for the bell, getting the match underway. Gunner begins to stalk toward Hoff, but the champion sidesteps, drawing Gunner into a circle as the two men pace the ring, looking each other over. COLE Here we go! COACH So how much actual wrestling do you think we'll see in this contest? COLE I don't know, I mean, we know that Hoff is an extremely capable technician, we know that both these guys have surprising agility for their size, but at the end of the day, both men's games rely on raw power! Hoff and Gunner suddenly dash together, locking up collar-and-elbow, both trying to push the other back. However, neither man budges, and they let go stepping back and circling again. COLE There you see, both Hoff and Gunner trying to one-up each other with raw strength, maybe feeling each other out a little. COACH Well, if Caboose were here, I know he'd give the advantage to Hoff, and quite frankly I have to agree! I mean, I love Gunner Sharps, but Hoff is quicker, more technically sound, maybe even a bit smarter in there. COLE I don't know about that, Gunner's a very smart guy, although you might not think it. Technically, Hoff has the edge. He is quicker. He might have more stamina as well, we'll have to see. But Gunner, I feel, clearly has the edge in strength. Taking nothing away from Hoff, but Gunner is the stronger man. He's bigger as well, taller, heavier, the reach may come into play as well. Tie up again... Again Gunner and Hoff come together in a tie-up, and this time, Gunner is able to back Hoff slowly into a corner, but Hoff reverses at the last second and throws Gunner in, choking Gunner with his forearm. The referee calls for the break, but Hoff doesn't let go, prompting a five count. Hoff still doesn't release, and so the official squeezes in between the two men's arms and pry's them apart. Hoff back slowly off...but quickly surprises Gunner with an eye gouge! COLE Aw come on, thumb to the eye, and Hoff is cheating already! COACH Hoff has proven he will do literally whatever it takes to hang onto that title. Gunner grabs his eye as AJ shouts to the ref, but Hoff moves in, grabbing Gunner and running his face along the ring rope before tossing him down to the mat. Gunner holds his face as he rolls away, and Hoff taunts the crowd before pointing down and yelling at AJ, who gets in Hoff's face. COLE AJ must have so much hate built up for Hoff that he-- whoa! Hoff jumps back as AJ takes a wild swing with his cane, hitting the ropes. AJ quickly brings the cane down and puts his weight on it, as Hoff turns around, meeting a rising Gunner with a shot to the back of the neck. Gunner sinks to his knees, but quickly fights back up to his feet. Hoff rears back, but Gunner surprises him with a blow to the stomach, stopping Hoff in his tracks. Hoff reels as Gunner gets to his full height, and begins unloading on Hoff with big right hands! The crowd gets to their feet as Gunner hits blow after blow, sending Hoff reeling into the ropes! Gunner grabs him and whips him across the ring! Hoff bounces off the opposite side, and Gunner catches him with a big boot! Hoff falls down hard, then rolls onto his knees. Hoff pulls himself up, but Gunner grabs him by the hair as he rises, pulling him to a corner and slamming him face-first into a turnbuckle! Gunner pulls him back, then slams him again, and a third time, then lets him go reeling out of the corner! Hoff stumbles out, dazed and holding his jaw, before turning around...only to be floored with a clothesline! The fans pop as Gunner makes a cover! ONE! TWO! THRNO! Kickout! COLE Whoa, Gunner almost had it there! He is taking it to Hoff! COACH Well, I don't know if he had Hoff beat but he is definitely taking it to him! Gunner gets to his feet and pulls Hoff up, scooping him and slamming him HARD on the canvas. Hoff lies prone as Gunner runs off the ropes, coming off with a standing splash...but Hoff rolls out of the way! COLE You don't want 375 pounds coming down on you! COACH No siree. Gunner grabs his midsection but hits his feet as Hoff brings himself up. Gunner walks over to Hoff and spins him around, but Hoff is ready and catches Gunner on the temple with a big right hand! The fans, who had been cheering the whole time, turn sour as Hoff drives a knee into Gunner's midsection, then snaps him over with a swinging neckbreaker! Hoff climbs to his feet, stomping at Gunner before heading to a corner and catching his breath. COLE Hoff buying himself a little time... Gunner rolls to his stomach and finds his feet as Hoff comes to the center of the ring, grabbing Gunner's arm and twisting it into an armwringer. Gunner tries to power out, but Hoff twists the arm again, doubling Gunner over in pain. Hoff seizes the opportunity and drives an elbow into Gunner's shoulder. COLE Hoff working over the trapezius, and he knows what it's like to have your arm taken apart-- Hoff wrings the arm again as Chris Stevens appears on the AngleTron! COACH Hey! Speak of the devil! We go to split screen as, on the left, Stevens is shown sitting in his street clothes, watching the match on a monitor. On the right, in the ring, Hoff wrings the arm again, prompting Stevens to cringe slightly. The image fades off the AngleTron as we cut back to full screen. COLE Well as we said, Chris Stevens will face the winner of this match on Thursday, so I'd say he has a vested interest in what happens here. COACH Well, so far both men have had the upper hand at some point, so it's anybody's game! Hoff transitions the armwringer into a hammerlock, pulling hard on Gunner's arm, torquing it out of joint. Gunner grits his teeth, then fires a back elbow that catches Hoff off-guard. Gunner fires again, and Hoff lets go of the hold, grabbing at his face. Gunner spins around and drills Hoff with a right hand that sends the champ down! Gunner follows up with another cover, but again can only get two! Gunner gets to his feet, meeting Hoff with a kick to the stomach and grabbing him in a standing headscissors!! Gunner waves the crowd up!! COLE Gunner could be looking to end it here and now! Looking for All Guns Blazing and-- oh, hey! Hoff takes the coward's way out! Hoff quickly drops to his knees and crawls backwards before rolling out of the ring, looking up at Gunner and shaking his head, with his eyes again wide. COACH Well, Hoff must have had Gunner scouted because he got out of there fast! Hoff rubs his face as the ref begins his ten-count, then looks up...only to see AJ Flaire in his face! AJ, leaning heavily on his cane, stands a few scant paces away from Hoff, hurling insults at him! Hoff steps toward AJ, but the ref quickly intervenes, sliding out of the ring and between the two men! COACH Wow, this could explode at any moment! AJ leans over the official's shoulder, yelling at Hoff, who waves AJ off and climbs back onto the apron...and is grabbed by the HAIR by Gunner! Hoff's eyes bug out as Gunner angrily tosses Hoff over the ropes by his hair! Hoff lands hard on his shoulder, rolling to a corner and rubbing it before using the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Hoff levels his gaze at Gunner, who waves Hoff on! Hoff charges with a clothesline, and Gunner ducks! Hoff turns, and gets stunned by a right hand! Another! Another! Hoff reels backwards, and Gunner drives him back to the corner, shoulder-first! Gunner steps back, then charges in, planting his shoulder under Hoff's jaw! Hoff's neck snaps back as the fans begin to cheer! "GUN-NER!" "GUN-NER!" "GUN-NER!" Gunner pumps his fist to the crowd, but Hoff seizes the opportunity and gives Gunner another thumb to the ocular cavity! Gunner steps back, holding his face, and Hoff hops onto the second rope! Gunner looks up just in time to be hit with a diving cloithesline! Hoff rolls on top of Gunner and hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Gunner throws a shoulder up with authority. Hoff gets off of Gunner and to his feet, pulling the big man up by the hair. Hoff flexes his bicep for the crowd, who jeer, before grabbing Gunner's arm and pulling Gunner toward him! COLE Short-arm...hey wait! Hoff rears back his arm for the short-arm clothesline, but Gunner charges forward, clotheslining Hoff instead! Hoff hits the mat hard as the fans cheer! Gunner makes a quick cover! ONE! TWO! NO! Shoulder up! COLE All these kickouts have to be taking some energy out of both guys! COACH Indeed, the question of stamina and conditioning may come into play! Gunner beats Hoff to his feet, then scoops Hoff up, dropping him across his knee back-first. COLE That rib breaker, also known as a Schmidt backbreaker, is such a simple yet effective maneuver. Gunner drops Hoff and AGAIN makes a cover, hooking the leg, but Hoff powers out at two. COLE This is sound strategy from Gunner, just to wear Hoff down and make him work. I told you he was smart. COACH Fair enough, Mikey, guess I owe you a Coke. Gunner gets to his feet again, picking Hoff up and whipping him into the corner. Hoff lies in the corner, woozy, as Gunner charges in with a big splash, but Hoff moves at the last second! Gunner hits the corner, chest first, and stumbles backwards...right into a rear waistlock from Hoff! Hoff lifts Gunner up, and takes him over with a HUGE release German suplex!! Both men are down after the move! COLE What a move by Hoff! That could turn the tide! COACH Yeah, and quick thinking as well! The referee begins a ten-count as the suplex is replayed on the monitors COLE Hoff snuck in right behind Gunner, and there you see, pops the hips and just powers him over. COACH Unreal, but...it took something out of Hoff as well! The referee reaches three as Gunner begins to stir. Hoff, meanwhile, crawls to the corner, using the ropes to climb to his feet. Hoff takes a second to breathe, then stalks over to Gunner, grabbing him by the neck and hooking his head and arm for a vertical suplex. COACH Wow, can he do this? COLE We've seen him drop Gunner with that Future Shock maneuver, I'm sure he can pull this off! Hoff pauses for a second before reaching down, grunting, and lifting Gunner up, bringing him crashing down with a vertical suplex! Hoff sits up, then slowly rolls to his feet, pulling Gunner up off the mat as well. Hoff hooks Gunner again...pauses...and pulls him up, waaaay up, and drops him back down! Gunner grabs the small of his back in pain as Hoff takes a moment to lie on the canvas. COLE Good lord, what power from Hoff! COACH Yeah but he's slower each time! Take a look for yourself! AJ starts pounding the mat, as Hoff slowly sits up. AJ runs to the side of the ring nearest Gunner, and shouts words of encouragement, prompting a "Gunner" chant in the crowd. Gunner slowly starts to rise...but gets quickly stomped to the canvas by Hoff, who levels an icy glare at Flaire! COACH Hoff killing the momentum that AJ was trying to build... COLE AJ is definitely a factor, but will he be enough of a factor? It doesn't look good! Hoff turns away from Flaire and picks Gunner up again. Hoff hooks Gunner for another vertical suplex, lifts him...but Gunner blocks the move with his leg! Hoff tries again, but Gunner blocks...and pulls his head free! Gunner quickly stands upright and grabs Hof, spiking him with a vicious DDT! The fans go BANANA!! COLE What a counter! Cover by Gunner! ONE! TWO! THRE--NO!! COLE Oh...Gunner ALMOST had him beat! Gunner rolls off of Hoff, slowly getting back to his feet. Hoff climbs to his knees, but Gunner scoops him up and presses Hoff overhead!! COLE LOOK AT THE STRENGTH!! Gunner ROARS as he holds Hoff over his head, drawing a massive cheer from the London faithful! Gunner looks up...and drops Hoff across his shoulder, catching him in a modified spinebuster!! COACH BOOM! You know Hoff don't like that one! Gunner floats over Hoff and grabs his leg! Cover! ONE! TWO! NO!!!! COLE Hoff BARELY got the shoulder up! COACH Well you wanted to talk about power, I think Gunner's about to unload on Hoff!! Gunner gets to his feet and ROARS, beckoning Hoff to get up! Hoff, disoriented, stumbles to his feet, and walks into Gunner's arms, getting caught with a big sideslam!! COLE Sidewalk slam by Gunner, and again a cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!! Hoff gets a shoulder up, and Gunner pounds the mat in frustration as he gets back up. Gunner again calls for Hoff to get up, and Hoff slowly rises, stumbling forward, and Gunner seizes the opportunity, grabbing Hoff and drilling him with a flatliner!! Gunner rolls over into yet another lateral press and hooks the leg! ONE!! TWO!! THR-- NO!! The fans groan as Hoff somehow, again, gets a shoulder up. COACH What does Gunner have to do?! COLE Well he's not out of tricks yet! Gunner gets to his feet, looking out across the crowd, which brings them to THEIR feet! Gunner almost manages a smile as he picks Hoff up, scooping him and throwing him across his shoulder! Gunner carries Hoff to one buckle, then charges across the ring! COLE Running powerslam from Gunner! If he can hit this-- wait! As Gunner charges, though, Hoff slips off his shoulder and lands behind Gunner on his feet! Hoff shoves Gunner forward, and Gunner's own momentum carries him into the buckle! Gunner reels out, and Hoff grabs him, whipping him cross-corner into the other turnbuckle! Gunner hits hard, and Hoff follows him in, crushing Gunner with a Stinger Splash! COACH DAYUM~! COLE HUGE splash by Hoff! Will he be able to capitalize? Hoff quickly backs off of Gunner, grabbing the larger man and hoisting him up onto the post. Hoff cimbls up to the second rope, grabbing Gunner and lifting him all the way to the top turnbuckle. The fans stand as Hoff climbs to the top rope as well...and brings Gunner ALL THE WAY DOWN with a beautiful superplex!! COLE What a move! This has to be it! Hoff with the cover! Hoff rolls his arm on top of Gunner's chest! ONE!!! TWO!!! KICKOUT!!! The fans go NUT as Gunner kicks out of the move! Hoff rolls off of Gunner, slowly getting to his knees, then to his feet as Gunner lies on the mat. Hoff looks down at Gunner....then slowly looks at the corner. COLE Oh, no! Is Hoff gonna go upstairs? COACH We haven't seen this in a while! A sick smile lands on Hoff's face as he heads onto the apron and up the turnbuckles. Hoff stands...looks down at Gunner's prone form...and flips AJ off, drawing the ire of the fans! Hoff takes one last look and dives off with the picture-perfect elbow! AND IT HITS!! Gunner's body convulses as Hoff drops the elbow right into his sternum. Hoff climbs on top of Gunner and hooks a leg! COLE This is it! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!!!!!! The fans can't believe it as Gunner kicks out!! Hoff looks down in shock, then up at the ref who holds up two fingers! The shock fades, though, and is replaced with anger as Hoff gets to his feet! Hoff looks down at Gunner and begins stomping away!! The fans are livid as Hoff lays in boots to Gunner's chest and head, before looking up, slashing his arms and shouting "THIS IS IT!!!" COLE Hoff is looking to go for the kill! Hoff grabs Gunner by the head, pulling him to his feet, and whips him into the ropes! Gunner comes off the ropes, and Hoff sets up for the SPINEBUSTER~! COACH Hoff looking for that legendary spinebuster!! Gunner charges at Hoff, and Hoff sets....and Gunner LEAPFROGS Hoff!! COLE Gunner avoided it! Hoff's eyes go wide as Gunner keeps running! Hoff spins around... RIGHT INTO THE SHARP END!!!! COLE SHARP END!! GUNNER GOT HIM!!! The fans go ecstatic as Gunner drills Hoff with the Sharp End, sending Hoff flying back across the ring. Hoff lies prone on the mat, clutching at his ribs, as Gunner crawls over to make the cover! COLE This is it! ONE!!! TWO!!!!! THREE!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!! Gunner gets to his feet, thinking the match is over, but the referee grabs him and points to Hoff....who has his foot resting on the bottom rope!! Gunner grabs his hair in frustration!! COLE Hoff somehow got his foot on the rope, but I think this is all but over!! Gunner lets go of his hair and looks out to the crowd with FURY in his eyes! Gunner slashes his throat, and the crowd goes wild! Gunner storms to where Hoff is lying on the mat, picking the champion up and throwing him between his legs with a standing headscissors!! COLE ALL GUNS BLAZING!! THIS IS IT!! Gunner lifts Hoff up, grabbing him under the arms for the running Awesome bomb variation, and chrages forward....but Hoff slips out the back door! Gunner puts the brakes on, and turns around.... RIGHT INTO A ROCK BOTTOM!! COLE ROCK BOTTOM BY THE CHAMP!! THIS COULD BE IT!! Hoff, slowly, drapes an arm over Gunner Sharps!! ONE!! TWO!!! KICKOUT!!!!!! COLE HOW?! How in the world did Gunner kick out?! COACH This is amazing!! Both men lie prone on the mat, unmoving!! AJ begins pounding the mat as once again, the fans begin to chant Gunner's name! COLE This is truly a race! The first one to his feet...all he has to do is hit his move and it's all over!! It is gut check time for both of these men!! Who wants it more? Who has what it takes? The referee begins counting, and Gunner begins to stir, rolling over onto his stomach. Gunner lifts himself up with his arms...but then falls again, holding the back of his head. Meanwhile, Hoff, again, crawls to the corner, pulling himself desparately to his feet! The fans boo as Hoff gets to his feet on his own power, and looks down at Gunner!! COACH This isn't good, Mikey! Hoff smirks as Gunner again tries to get up, and falls. Hoff ambles over to Gunner, pulling him up by the hair.. HOFF "WELCOME TO THE FUTURE!!" The fans let Hoff have it with boos and catcalls as the 24/7 champion grabs Gunner in a reverse facelock. COLE This is it! Future Shock coming!! Hoff grabs Gunner by the tights and pulls him up...but Gunner won't lift! Hoff looks frantic as he again tries to lift Gunner, but Gunner resists! Hoff pulls again...but suddenly Gunner spins around, charging toward Hoff and driving Hoff into the corner!! COLE Where did that come from? COACH It's like you said, Mikey! Who wants it more? Gunner's not just fighting for a title, he's fighting for his best friend!! Hoff crumples as Gunner drives him into the turnbuckle. Gunner pulls free, then whips Hoff HARD into the opposite corner!! Hoff hits face-first, and stumbles backwards as Gunner crouches in the corner!! THE FANS COME ALIVE!!! COLE HERE IT IS!! Hoff stumbles...stumbles...turns....AND GETS DRILLED WITH THE SHARP END FROM GUNNER!!!! COVER!! THE FANS COUNT ALONG!!! ONE!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!! COLE YES!! HE DID IT!! YES, YES, YES!! *ding ding ding ding ding* Gunner rolls of of Hoff as the fans ERUPT!! AJ slides into the ring, hobbling up to his feet using the ropes and his cane as Gunner crawls to his knees, raising one fist into the air! Gunner climbs to his feet, and AJ grabs him and hugs him as the timekeeper hands the 24/7 Title belt to the referee! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout, and your NEW Twenty-Four Seven Champion......GUNNER SHARPS!!!!!! The ref hands Gunner the belt, and raises his hand as Gunner hoists the belt high into the air!!! "Debonaire" kicks in as AJ raises Gunner's other hand, and the two best friends embrace again, slapping each other on the back! AJ cringes and stumbles a little, but laughs it off as Gunner climbs the turnbuckles, holding his new title belt high up for the world to see! COLE Well Gunner did it!! He came out here tonight, and he got his revenge!! For AJ, for Axel, for Crystal...and for himself!! Gunner Sharps has beaten Hoff at AngleSlam!! COACH You gotta love it! Gunner rolls out of the ring, and AJ follows, patting Gunner on the back as the two walk backwards, Gunner holding the belt in the air. In the ring, Hoff finally gets back up, looking at the top of the ramp, where AJ buckles the belt around Gunner's waist! Gunner raises his arms and points at Hoff, who shouts "NO!" in the ring as Gunner and AJ head to the back. COLE Well, folks, we've already got one new champion here tonight! Who knows what else will happen?! OAOASTHELDDOWN~! So good people are too amazed to leave feedback! Thursday Nights on TSM Edited August 29, 2004 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 28, 2004 (edited) Big Machine by Velvet Revolver begins and the fans boo as JAE and Cain make their way onto the stage. COLE I guess Father is keeping a low profile until later tonight? COACH He’s keeping it on the down low! CABOOSE He’s keeping himself out of harms way is what he’s doing. You know that Rick and company are cheap shot artists! COLE Riiiight. Cain walks down the ramp while arguing with some ringside fans. Cain tells a few drunk guys in the front row to shut up as the heckle him. Cain then steps into the ring and JAE follows closely behind him. COLE I know that Watts didn’t ban anyone from ringside for this match, but JAE shouldn’t be out here! CABOOSE Why not? He’s Cain’s friend! BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by J. Arthur Edwards, from Washington D.C., weighing in at 285lbs, CHRISTOPHER CAIN!!!!! The fans boo as Cain lifts his arms in the air and smirks. The music dies out and is replaced by Bullet with Butterfly Wings by Smashing Pumpkins. The fans cheer as Judas walks out onto the stage for the first time since January and Judas is noticeably pumped up. Judas walks a few feet before kneeling on the stage and watching Cain intently. Judas is almost meditating on Cain as some pyro explodes on stage behind him. Judas then gets up and walks to the ring ropes. COLE Judas hasn’t wrestled in over 7 months and his first match back is against this monster. I don’t envy Judas tonight. CABOOSE Why would you ever envy him? BUFFER His opponent, from Houston, TX, weighing in at 200lbs, JUDAS!!!! In a flash Judas pulls himself up onto the top rope and springboards off with a Dropkick that staggers Cain for a second. * DING DING DING * CABOOSE Cheap shot! What did I tell you? Judas wastes no time in bouncing off the ropes and hitting a Spinning Wheel Kick to Cain, who was leaning against the ropes. Cain almost goes over the top rope, but he catches himself and lands back on his feet. Judas goes for another move, but JAE trips him up from the outside. Judas stumbles around but manages to stay on his feet before running at JAE. JAE moves out of the way and throws his arms in the air as if he were innocent. The ref yells at him from inside the ring, but JAE ignores him and pounds on the mat to get things rolling again. COLE I told you that JAE needed to leave ringside! CABOOSE He was trying to make up for the cheap shot! While the ref was distracted by JAE Judas went for a Hurricanrana, but Cain tossed Judas off his shoulders. Judas back flips and lands on his feet before ducking a Clothesline attempt from Cain and running towards the ropes. Judas bounces off and hits a Flying Forearm that staggers the big man again. Judas then reaches out, grabs Cain’s arm, and whips him to the ropes before hitting a High Dropkick that finally takes Cain down! COLE Cain goes down! COACH Down to Chinatown? COLE Um…no. Cain doesn’t stay down long as he is up within seconds and charging at Judas for a Big Boot. Judas ducks the boot and catches Cain’s leg over his shoulder. Judas then motions to the crowd before tripping Cain’s other leg so that Cain falls to the mat. As Cain falls Judas follows him down with an Elbow Drop to the groin/lower abdomen! CABOOSE Low blow!!! COLE I believe it was the lower abdomen. CABOOSE That’s just another way of saying crotch Cole! COACH It looked low to me too. CABOOSE Stop trying to kiss my ass Coach. Cain rolls around the mat in pain as Judas throws his arms out to the side to take in the cheers from the crowd. JAE is livid on the outside over the low blow and decides to pull Judas out of the ring. Judas is slid out of the ring and falls hard to the floor with a thud. The fans boo as JAE looks to strike, but the ref exits the ring and orders JAE to leave! COLE There we go! JAE tries to go after Judas, but the ref steps in his way each time and finally JAE agrees to leave. The ref starts to walk him away, but JAE takes the opportunity to slip past him and lay in a few stomps to Judas. COLE What a sneaky bastard. COACH How hard is it to fool a ref? He’s not that sneaky. CABOOSE Yes he is! Wait…what am I saying? Finally the ref pulls JAE away and sends him to the back as the fans cheer and mock him. Judas pulls himself up and goes back into the ring, but Cain is waiting and pulls him up with a double choke. Judas dangles in the air from Cain’s massive hands as Cain chokes the life out of him. Judas then begins kicking Cain in the ribs so that he will let go and finally he breaks free. Judas quickly runs towards the ropes, leaps to the top, and springboards off with a Corkscrew Crossbody! Cain catches him, but he stumbles back and almost falls. However, Cain manages to regain his balance and lift Judas above his head before tossing him over the top rope and to the floor! COLE My God!!! CABOOSE Now that’s an equalizer! COACH That was insane. The fans chant “Holy Shit” as Judas hits the mat hard and actually bounces. Cain exits the ring and pulls Judas to his feet before tossing him back first into the ring post! Judas bounces off right back into the hands of Cain who whips him into the ring steps! Judas hits the steps with his knees and flips head over heels to the floor! Judas lies on the mat in pain with his eyes glazed over as Cain laughs and taunts a few fans who are cheering Judas. COLE Now he’s just tossing Judas around like a ragdoll! Cain then waits for Judas to stand and blasts him with the Sudden Impact (Clothesline from Hell)! Judas is knocked for a loop and Cain can’t control his laughter. The ref is basically screaming for Cain to bring it back into the ring. Cain slides in and gets in the refs face telling him he should be counting. CABOOSE He’s right the ref should be counting. What a biased ref! COLE He was trying to keep control of this match! COACH Then he should have been counting right Booze? CABOOSE What did I say earlier Coach?? The ref begins a count as Judas lies on the outside completely unconscious. 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…Cain breaks the count by grabbing the ref. COLE Why did he do that? Cain waves off the ref and goes to the outside to fetch Judas. As Cain reaches for him Judas kicks Cain right in the side of the head three times before kipping up into a Hurricanrana that tosses Cain back first across the ring steps!! COLE Oh my God!! CABOOSE Now how is that right!? Cain’s back arches in pain as he slides off the steps and lies on the floor. Judas then pulls himself up and slides into the ring to break the refs count. Judas then climbs to the top rope and waits for Cain to stand. Cain makes it to his feet as Judas dives off with a Somersault Plancha, but Cain Catches Judas across his shoulder and then drops him stomach first across the guardrail! COLE These two are killing each other! CABOOSE Judas is taking it to Cain, but he’s destroying himself in the process! COACH The ref better get control soon before someone gets hurt. The ref exits the ring and begs Cain to bring it into the ring. Cain actually obliges and pulls Judas off the guardrail before sliding him into the ring. Cain then slides in after him and nails Judas with a vicious Double Stomp to the gut! You can here the air being driven from Judas as Cain lands on him and the fans let out a loud “ohhhh”. Cain then pulls Judas up by the head and hits an Exploder Powerslam that shakes the ring. He then makes a cover. 1…2….3! No!!! Judas kicks out. COLE Wow…that was the first pin attempt this match and Judas kicked out!! COACH Maybe he shouldn’t…this match might put him away for another 7 months. Cain then rests in the corner and waves Judas on. Judas slowly stands and Cain runs him over with Big Boot to the face. He then goes for another cover. 1…2…3! No!!! Judas kicks out again!! CABOOSE What an idiot…stay down. Cain then pulls Judas back up and goes for an Electric Chair Drop, but out of nowhere Judas rolls forward and rolls Cain up into a pin! 1…2…No!!! Cain kicks out with authority and looks pissed as the fans let out a collective sigh over the near fall. CABOOSE That’s not enough to take him down. Cain stands and angrily tells Judas to get up. As Judas stands Cain hoists him onto his back for a Samoan Drop, but again out of nowhere Judas pulls him back with a Crucifix Pin! 1…2…3!! No!!! Cain kicks out!! Cain looks really pissed as he stands again and waves Judas on. Judas stands and Cain quickly goes for another Sudden Impact, but Judas manages to duck it! Cain stumbles forward trying to stop his momentum when Judas hits a Dropkick to the back of Cain’s head. Cain lands throat first across the middle rope and lies there as Judas runs at him, bounces off his back and over the top rope before coming down and snapping Cain’s head against the rope! COLE Whoa! I’ve never seen someone do that! CABOOSE Bah I could do that. COLE I’m sure you could, but I’ve never seen that before now. Cain stumbles back away from the ropes and Judas hops up to the apron. Cain manages to regain his composure and goes for a Spear to Judas, but Judas leaps into the air at the last second and Leg Drops the back of Cain’s head as it comes through the ropes! COLE Judas has come in here with a game plan and that is to stick and move! COACH This isn’t boxing Cole. Cain starts to get up so Judas quickly slingshots over the top rope and hits a Sunset Flip on his way down! 1…2…3!!! No!!! Cain kicks out again! Cain reaches his feet quickly and looks ready to kill Judas as Judas stands up and gets caught by a big hand around his throat! Cain lifts Judas for a Chokeslam, but Judas breaks free and goes for a Hurricanrana, but Cain catches him and hits a hard Powerbomb that folds him like an accordion. COLE That will stop his momentum! Cain shakes out the cobwebs and gloats over Judas as the fans boo. Cain then pulls Judas up by the head and hooks him in the Rock Bottom position. He then gives a thumb up which he quickly changes to a thumb down before nailing the Spinal Cracker across his knee! Cain then goes for a cover. CABOOSE That’s gotta be it. 1…2…3!! No!!! Judas kicks out!! Cain can’t believe that Judas is still kicking out so he grabs Judas and tosses him over the top rope to the outside before following. The ref exits the ring and tells him to get back into the ring or he’ll call for the bell. Cain just ignores him and whips Judas towards the guardrail, but Judas reverses at the last second and Cain hits the guardrail hard. Cain doubles over the rail as Judas heads to the apron and raises his arm to the delight of the crowd. He then bounces off the ropes with a Moonsault and actually bounces off of Cain and lands on his feet on the other side of the guardrail! Cain slumps to the ground as the fans chant “Holy Shit” and pat Judas on the back. Judas then climbs over the guardrail and enters the ring to break the count as the ref had gone back into the ring and started counting. COLE Judas is trying to rest for a second and he needs it! CABOOSE He needs to be disqualified! COACH What about Cain? CABOOSE What about him? Judas lies on the mat trying to regain his composure as Cain gets to his feet and pulls Judas back out of the ring. Judas lands on his feet and quickly fires off some right hands, but Cain shakes them off, nails Judas with a knee to the gut, and then tosses him face first into the ring post. The ref comes out and threatens to ring the bell so Cain slides back into the ring and gloats over his handiwork. The fans boo and chant “Cain Sucks” as Cain just soaks it all in. COLE What a jerk. CABOOSE Jerk? No one says “jerk” anymore. Judas pulls himself up using the ring apron, but Cain is there to catch him and try to Suplex him back into the ring. Cain manages to get him up, but Judas drops behind him and hooks him for a German Suplex. COLE There’s no way! Judas tries to lift him, but Cain is too big and he breaks free with a couple of elbow shots. Cain spins around with a backhand, but Judas ducks and hooks him for a Northern Lights Suplex, but again Cain is too big and he hammers his way out. COLE Judas isn’t going to be able to hit a lot of his moves on this big guy. He needs to stick with his stick and move plan. CABOOSE Please don’t start with the puns Cole. Cain Gorilla presses a stunned Judas, but Judas drops behind him and tries to lift him for the Akeldama (Burning Hammer)! Judas actually gets him up, but the size of Cain is too awkward for him and Judas falls forward with Cain on top of him. Cain laughs as he stands up and pulls Judas up with him. Cain slaps Judas in the face a couple of times out of spite and then lifts him into position for the Quick Death. COLE This could be it. Judas struggles and breaks free of Cain’s grasp. He manages to land on his feet and kicks Cain in the gut before going for a Piledriver. Judas manages to get him up and with the aid of pulling Cain’s waistband he nails a Piledriver. The fans erupt as Judas lies on the mat catching his breath. COLE He hit it! CABOOSE He pulled the tights! COACH I don’t think it matters in that instance. CABOOSE Shut up! Judas then slowly climbs to the top rope and steadies himself as the fans buzz. Judas then raises his arms and goes for the Spiral Tap! COLE Judas with a Spiral Tap… However, Cain moves and Judas hits the mat hard as the fans groan. The ref checks on Judas as Cain digs in his pocket for something. COLE What is he doing?? CABOOSE He must be looking for a phone number he got from some hot chick. COLE During a match!? Wait a minute…he’s got that chain!! Cain stands with a chain wrapped around his hand and hides it from the ref. Cain then waves someone from the back and JAE comes running out. The fans boo as the ref cuts JAE off, but with the ref distracted Cain nails a standing Judas in the head with the chain and then tosses it to the outside! COLE Oh come on!!! Cain then lifts Judas for the Quick Death (Sitout Tombstone) and spikes him in the middle of the ring. JAE lets the ref turn around as Cain makes the cover. 1…2…3!!! * DING DING DING DING * COLE I can’t believe this! CABOOSE That can’t be a good sign for Rick Edwards later at all. COACH Oh man this is gonna be a long night. BUFFER Here’s your winner…CHRISTOPHER CAIN!!!! Cain and JAE celebrate in the ring as the fans boo. Big Machine plays over the speakers as the two men leave the ring and the camera gets a shot of a bloody Judas coming to. COLE The Machine has the momentum going into the X Title match later on and I don’t like it one bit. Edited August 29, 2004 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 28, 2004 (edited) COACH It's that time again, time for our next match! COLE This has been brewing for awhile. Back when IntenseZone was its own show, Stephen Joseph and Mad Cappa were the best of friends, looking out for each other. Then Stephen Joseph was injured at the hands of Dan Black and Mad Cappa went on to beat Tha Puerto Rican and eventually Drek Stone. CABOOSE But Popick hates it when someone steals his spotlight. After IntenseZone merged with HeldDown, the IntenseZone wrestlers felt slighted. Popick used these feelings to form a new supergroup, the Inten5e. COACH But that group didn't last long before the first fracture occured. Cappa had just come off a personal high by beating Drek Stone, and soon he found himself doing things that just weren't him, and the fans let him know that they didn't like him anymore COLE But to Cappa, it is about the fans. Two weeks ago Cappa stood up to Stephen Joseph, and so now at AngleMania, these two face off in a one on one match, a match Stephen Joseph made for the "Italian" Championship just last Thursday. CABOOSE Even worse Cole. If Cappa wins this match tonight, he's freed from his obligation to Inten5e. But if he loses, he's forcibly back in the fold and under Popick's command. COACH And you have to remember, this is one unfair fight, because you know that T-Bod, Dan Black, and Tha Puerto Rican are backstage right now, watching. COLE Let's pull it to the ring. "Let Me Clear My Throat!" and the CHAMP is here tonight. The Mad Cappa, wearing his title belt proudly around his waist, emerges from behind the entrance curtain. Cappa shakes it down the ramp and is slapping the fans' hands yet again, as the chant out CAP-PA. COACH Cappa looks ready to go tonight. Let's hope he brought his A game. BUFFER Ladies and Gentleman, the reigning, and defending, Italian Champion, The Mad Cappa! Capster slides into the ring and jaunts to the closest turnbuckle, PYRO~! shooting off the ringposts. Then the music stops, the pyro stops, and the lights dim. "Aww Naww, Hell Naww" Y'all up and done it, and Stephen Joseph is here tonight to provide the consequences. He walks down not clad in his normal dark suit and tie, but with black atheletic pants and a Black T-Shirt. He's dyed one streak of his black hair fire red, and he looks to have gone back closer to his cruiserweight...weight. COLE Dangerous for Stephen to be out here, just months removed from Dan Black's vicious assault on his neck. And yet Stephen wears Dan's tag team T-shirt. CABOOSE It's probably because of Dan's partner, T-Bod. If you remember, ever since the mutual love fest of December 2002, those two have been as thick as thieves in OAOAST Corporate. BUFFER And introducing the Challenger, two-time former North American Champion and one-time OAOAST World Tag Team Champion Stephen Joseph! And the bell rings... Cappa turns and runs Stephen into the first available turnbuckle, thrusting his right shoulder into Stephen's chest three times, then stiffs him with a European uppercut with his left. He rocks the former commissioner back into the turnbuckle, and lets him stagger out, and fall to the ground. Stephen rolls onto his back and looks up at Cappa who stands over him. With a fistful of hair and a referee's admonishment, Cappa pulls up Stephen to a vertical base, and slaps on a side headlock, focusing on the neck in the early going. His legs buckling, SJ rocks backwards , flipping Cappa over his body and down onto the mat, and Stephen sets in immediately with a Fujiwara arm bar! Cappa cries out in pain and begins to contort his body so that his foot can touch the rope. The referee starts the count, and Stephen only pulls harder, trying to get every second of pain as painful as possible. Four! cries the referee and Stephen breaks the hold, and Cappa slides under the ropes to shake his arm off as the ref steps between him and Stephen in the ring. Capster slides back in and Stephen's backed up a bit, eyes starting at the left arm, the first body part of intent so to speak. Stephen makes a cocky dart inward, and Cappa slaps a boot to his face with a quick snap roundhouse kick. Cappa waits for SJ's momentum to carry him back around, and Cappa bear hugs Popick up and over with a very modified and painful belly-to-belly-suplex, nearly planting Stephen Joseph on his noggin. Cappa flips Stephen over immediately onto his belly and lays on top, clinching the neck and raising himself to a sitting position, pulling Stephen's neck back in a "Cappa Recliner" trying to pull Stephen's head off and present to the masses as a present. Stephen, to his credit, pulls his arms back and leans forward, knees bent, and rolls himself and Cappa over into a pinning predicament, Stephen on top of Cappa in a bridge! for a one count. Stephen immediately slides out of the ring and onto the safe floor below. Cappa springs into action, launching himself over the top rope and plancha-ing onto a very unsuspecting SJ. COLE What a Manuvuer! CABOOSE Plancha Cole. It's a planch, done thousands of times... *Yawn* So when does Stephen Joseph win? COACH I thought with you history you'd be rooting for Cappa. CABOOSE I value my job. Cappa gets pumped up on the outside, slapping a few fans hands next to the ring barriers. Stephen's stirring on the mat, but well, he's stirring, he isn't going anywhere anytime soon. And to top off the dizziness, he did take a spill across the head and has been opened up right above his left eye. Cappa turns and kicks Stephen in the stomach, starting to lose emotional control as he begins to scream. He kicks him again, lifting the former cruiserweight up off the ground by about an inch. Joseph buckles, but Cappa is relentless, pulling him up by the hair (which breaks the ref's count of being outside as he counts for the DQ). Cappa pushes Stephen back into the ring. Stephen scurries to the other side and slides out, Cappa just slides back in and stares. Stephen then shakes his head, slaps the cobwebs out, and re-enters the ring. Cappa then begins to circle Stephen, who backs up into a turnbuckle. Nowhere to go, Stephen charges Cappa, who takes the momentum and catches SJ with a release belly to belly! The crowd roars as Cappa slides over to wench the neck of SJ up, pounding qwith open fists on the spine right below the neckline. COLE Someone has done their homework tonight folks. Cappa stands up and sits a knee down across the spine of SJ. He rinses and repeats a few times, firmly in control of this match. Seemingly bored, he pulls SJ up and snap suplexes him over into a CrossFace ChickenWing, pulling that neck apart as best he can. Stephen struggles by turning left and right on the mat, trying to break the balance and leverage of Cappa. It doesn't work. Stephen, helpless, starts flailing his arms trying to hit Cappa, kicking his feet back to hit Cappa, but the Cappa man has put himself sitting across Stephen's legs and away from his hands' reach. Stephen begins to fade and his struggle lessen. The crowd boos heavily, and Cappa turns around in time to eat FLYING BOOT~! from THA PUERTO RICAN~! to break up the submission hold. Cappa spits out blood as THA PUERTO RICAN escapes into the crowd. Cappa smacks his head and Stephen rolls back onto his belly. The referee looks at Cappa like, "What? It's no DQ!" and Cappa again shakes his head in frustration. Cappa over to Stephen to pick him up, and Stephen comes alive with a double facing full nelson on Cappa, picking him up and flipping him 180 degrees and driving him down to plant on his head with the Synchronicity finisher! Stephen weakily covers... 1! 2! No! Kickout before the third fall of the hand by Cappa. Stephen just collapsed on his right, wishing that would have been it. Cappa rolls onto his belly and begings to push himself up...both men having a rough time and Stephen is definitely holding onto his neck. COACH We should have expect Tha Puerto Rican to interfere considering the history! COLE What's this? Cappa has just gotten to his feet when Dan Black and T-BOD come racing down the rampway. Cappa staggers back and makes a valiant yet ultimately futile gesture that he's prepared. Dan and Tony get to the bottom of the ramps when two fans spring out of their seats and jump over the railing, catching both by suprise with missile dropkicks! CABOOSE By Gawd, we haven't seen these guys in forever. Los Infernales in the HOUSE! And by rights it is El Dandy and the SpiderPoet Peter Cone intercepting the former tag team champions! Dandy and Poet fight Black T to the back , throwing and tossing them around like their nothing. Back in the ring, Popick turns around to see his other running buddies of Intense will no longer be able to help him, and he turns to Cappa. Stephen gulps and tries to scurry out, but Cappa grabs Stephen's leg and pulls him back. Stephen struggling flails madly but Cappa brutely picks him up and slamps on a suplex-like hold...and fires up the crowd with a hard side suplex! He stands by and signals to the crowd, slapping his hands, and when SJ turns around its BUST A CAP~! BUST A CAP~! Cappa nails it to perfection and Stephen's head just hits the mat like a lump of bricks...Cappa with the cover! 1! 2! 3! No! Foot on the ropes! Popick's foot is on the ropes. Cappa, relentless, pulls Stephen immediately up and gets to the center of the ring as the crowd roars. Popick grabs the referee blindly and kicks Cappa IN THE JUNK! CABOOSE The ultimate equalizer! COLE Stephen definitely out of it. This match is no DQ...it didn't matter if the referee saw that! Cappa holds himself and tries to stand back up, and Stephen senses movement behind him (that and the crowd is cheering). He turns around and DUCKS a chair swing from ANDREW HYLAND! But that chairshot ROCKS Cappa hardway upside the head! Andrew's momentum carries him around and Stephen instinctively kicks him in the stomach, causing the chair to drop! Stephen DDT's Andrew onto the chair and rolls right back on top of Cappa! 1! 2! 3! * DING DING DING * The bell rings and Stephen rolls out of the ring, clasping his neck and looking to get the hell out of dodge. A sick smile crosses his face... "YOU'RE mine Cappa! What did I teach you? Fuck me? No Cappa.... FUCK YOU! Stephen trips and falls, but crawls away and standing, walks back up the ramp. Cappa turns a bloody face to see his once again, new boss. "no." COLE But Cappa can't say no. He's now got to be a loyal member of the Inten5e CABOOSE Something told me Stephen had a plan all along. COACH The question is...who did Hyland meant to hit. As the camera fades, Cappa looks at the fallen Hyland, and wonders the same thing. We cut backstage, where we see Chris Bryte and Kevin Yancy Taylor arguing with Bill Watts and a group of offcials. COLE Fans, there you see Chris Bryte backstage. Tonight, he's scheduled to meet Panther in a Steel Cage Match, but as of now, there's a bit of uncertainty as to whether or not that match will even take place tonight, and it all stems from what we're about to show you right now. This is footage from this past Thursday night on HeldDOWN... The Angleslam logo scrolls the screen, taking us back to Thursday night, with Panther in the ring being interviewed by Jackie Gayda. PANTHER ...you're gonna get what's coming to you, Bryte, and whether you like it, or whether Taylor likes it, it really doesn't matter, because in the end--now more than ever--there's no right way, there's no wrong way, there's only the Panther's way! And Bryte man...you had damn sure better believe that there that there can't AND WON'T be any other way!!!!! JACKIE Let's here it for Panther! "State Prop (You Know Us)" starts up over the PA system once again as Panther raises his right fist into the air and heads over to the ropes. COLE (voice over) Panther seemed ready for this match up against Bryte. You could tell that he couldn't wait to get his hands on Chris Bryte, but then this happened... The fans give Panther a huge ovation as he steps out onto the apron with intensity still on his face. He then hops from the apron... ...AND GOES DOWN CLUTCHING HIS KNEE!!!!!! Miss Jackie and the referee quickly rush out to the floor to check on Panther, who's screaming in pain as he holds his right knee. After conferring with Panther for a moment, the referee looks towards the locker room and holds up an "X" symbol. Panther's music stops abruptly as officials rush out to the locker room to come to his aid. COLE Yes...Panther...it looked as if he jammed his knee hopping off that apron. He was clearly hurt bad. He couldn't leave ringside on his own; he had to be carried out by our trainers and taken to the hospital. Up to this point, fans, we've had no word on the condition of Panther's knee. Well hopefully, our colleague Jackie Gayda can shed a little light on the subject, because she's standing backstage with Panther and Tina. Jackie... We cut back to the locker room, where Miss Jackie is standing with a mic. Panther and Tina are seated on a bench behind her, both with uneasy looks on their faces. JACKIE Thanks, Michael. I'm here with Panther and Tina and guys, as you know, there's been a lot of speculation over the condition of Panther's knee, and what better way to find the truth on the matter than to take it to the man himself. Panther, how are you feeling? PANTHER Truth, Jackie? You want THE TRUTH, huh? JACKIE Yes...I can handle it. PANTHER Yeah, I bet you can. Well the TRUTH is...Jackie...that my knee is A-OK! It's 100%! Hell...it's never felt better! JACKIE ...Really? PANTHER Damn right. I mean, c'mon Jackie! After all I've been through since coming to the OAOAST--being tossed into ring posts by Brock Ausstin, being put through tables by Gunner Sharps, getting my ribs busted up by The Hand--none of that was able to stop me, so what makes you think that a little fall from the apron is gonna be able to do what those guys couldn't do? (laughs) No, Jackie, I'm fine. My knee feels good, and in just a little while I'm gonna step into that cage and give Chris Bryte the beating of a lifetime! JACKIE Well Panther...you know that I more than anybody would like to see you get your hands on Bryte tonight, but Panther, I--along with everyone else here in the OAOAST--care about your safety first. We don't want you to go out there tonight and endanger your well-being, and that's why, Panther...I have to show this footage to the world. Something I stumbled upon earlier tonight. Tech crew, roll the footage! COLE Footage? COACH I haven't heard anything about this. The words "EARLIER TODAY" appear in the upper left hand corner of the screen as we cut to footage from the parking lot, where a worried Tina paces back and forth in front of the back entrance. In the background, we can hear the sound of a car pulling up. The camera follows Tina as she rushes over to the car, from which Panther emerges with a sombre look on his face. TINA Panther! Panther! What did he say? Panther slams the door behind him and looks down at the ground. TINA It's bad, isn't it? Panther looks up at her with tears in his eyes and nods affirmatively. PANTHER He said...(sniffles) the doctor said that I tore my ACL. He said it'll take at least 6-to-8 weeks to heal. I shouldn't even be wrestling tonight. Panther lowers his head and looks at the ground for a moment. He then bangs on the roof of his car in frustration. TINA Well...well it's ok. You can always wait until your knee gets better and have the match then. I'm sure that everyone will understa-- PANTHER NO!!!!!! I've waited long enough as it is, and I'm sick of waiting! I WANT BRYTE TONIGHT!!! TINA But Panther-- PANTHER Tina...I want Bryte tonight, and I refuse to wait any longer! It's tonight or never, Tina! TINA But Watts will never let you wrestle with an injury that bad. PANTHER I know...and that's why we can't let him find out about it, Tina! Whatever you do, you've gotta keep this a secret! We can't let Watts or anybody else find out how hurt I am! TINA But...but... PANTHER Do this for me, Tina! I mean...c'mon! Don't you wanna see Chris Bryte get what he has coming to him? Don't you want him to pay for all he done to you? For leading you on like that? Turning on you at your wedding? For all the injuries he caused you? What...you're not still soft on him, are you? Do you still have feelings for that little-- TINA Don't be stupid, Panther. You know that I hate Chris Bryte more than anything in the world! But Panther, I love you even more than I could ever hate him! I don't wanna see you get hurt any further! PANTHER And I won't! Trust me! The only person that'll be getting hurt tonight is Chris Bryte! Believe me, Tina! All I need is for you to keep news between me and you... TINA Damn it, Panther-- PANTHER Please, Tina! Please...if you truly hate Chris Bryte...Tina, if you truly love me...you'll keep this injury a secret. Please. Initially, Tina looks angry; she can't believe that Panther would stoop that low and bust out the "if you really love me..." routine. But as she looks into his eyes--with Panther giving her almost a puppy-dog look--she can't help but to give in to his request. TINA (sighs) Ok, fine! I won't tell anybody about the injury. PANTHER Thank you. TINA Just...be careful tonight. Tina gives Panther a kiss on the cheek, and together, they walk back towards the arena, with Panther trying as best he can to conceal his pain from curious onlookers. The Angleslam logo scrolls the screen and we cut back to the live scene in the locker room, where Panther--realizing that the secret's out--can do nothing but shake his head. JACKIE Again, Panther, I'm sorry about this. I really hate doing this to you...but again, we all care about your well-being. Panther looks down at the floor, chuckling a bit under his breath. PANTHER All I've gotta say about this is that it's a sad, sad day when you can't even have a secret conversation in front of a camera crew, lighting staff, a boom mic operator and various producers without having all your business broadcasted all over the world. TINA Yeah, tell me about it. Did you see my hair in that video? I looked a mess! PANTHER Yeah...but you know what? It doesn't even matter. My knee could be 5%, 10%, 15...20, and it wouldn't mean a damn thing, because 5% of me is good enough to take out Chris Bryte, believe me. I said before that nothing was gonna stop me from ending his career tonight, and I meant it. JACKIE But Panther, you can't possibly believe that Bill Watts is gonna allow you to compete tonight with an injury that bad! PANTHER Oh, he will! JACKIE I don't think so, Panther. I mean...with all the negative publicity surrounding this feud, just imagine how the media would react if they found out that he let an injured man get inside a steel cage only to be injured further. PANTHER Well that's something he's just gonna have to risk, because--again--NOTHING is gonna stop me from getting my hands on Bryte tonight. TINA Panther, be reasonable! PANTHER Reasonable?! You want reasonable? Here's some reason for you, ma: either me and Bryte settle this shit inside that cage tonight, or I'm gonna settle it myself outside of the cage. And if it comes down to choice number two...well we'll just see how Watts deals with THAT publicity! And with that, Panther pulls himself up from the bench and limps out of camera view, leaving both Tina and Miss Jackie alone, both looking somewhat uneasy. JACKIE Um...WELL! Michael, Coach...Boose...take it from here. It's getting tense back here. Edited August 29, 2004 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 28, 2004 (edited) COACH ...I agree Cole, once you get past the pollution and crime, London really is a BEAUTIFUL city. COLE Uhm...you realise Pay Per Views don't have commercial breaks, right? COACH Yeah, sure I do. COLE ... COACH So, what's next? COLE You're unbelievable. COACH Damn straight. COLE ...let's go backstage, where I think Josh Matthews is standing by with Leon Rodez. Josh? J MATH Yo, J Math in the house...with my man Leon Rodez. Despite being ahead of one of the most important matches in his career, a large smile adorns Leon Rodez's face as he steps into shot, patting Matthews on the back and totally ignoring his attempts for a high-five. J MATH ...Word! Leon, you've got to be pretty whacked ahead this big match tonight, eh? RODEZ Not really. I mean, it's policy not to get 'whacked' before a big match. J MATH ...Word! But seriously, you've got the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach? Needing constant trips to the restroom. You've gotta be nervous right. I mean, no disrespect playa, but you're in the ring...with Drek...Stone. RODEZ ...yeah. J MATH Leon, Drek Stone is well known for being in some of the most brutal matches in this company's recent history. You know, he's one tough sunnuva gun. You've got to be a little worried, surely? RODEZ Not really. Rodez laughs, thus confirming that he indeed isn't worried. RODEZ I mean, how can I feel worried in an atmosphere like this Josh? It's like...I dunno, it's like I'm on holiday. You know, being here in merry old England has been a great escape for me and has really got rid of all the tensions I may have had. The whole trip has been a great time, really. I mean, yeah, the plane trip here was a little rough. Especially when me and some of the other guys tried to cut off Randy Savage's mullet...damn does that guy pack a kick. He almost snapped my leg like...well, like a Slim Jim. Dig It? J MATH ...Word! RODEZ And sure, I didn't particularly appreciate being given a seat next to that Chavo Guerrero guy. J MATH You mean Guapo Guerrero, right? RODEZ No, Chavo Guerrero. We kidnapped him, remember? J MATH ...Word! RODEZ But it wasn't all bad. I mean, the chick on the plane gave me some 'first class' treatment. And I'll be damned if she didn't know how to make an awesome sandwich! Seriously...beef, mustard, ketchup...the works! And ever since we got here, I've been having a great time here in ENGLAND! *cheap pop* RODEZ We saw thus funny fuzzy hat guys who aren't allowed to speak. That was great. Standing there for hours, waiting for them to move. And the crazy thing is...they didn't. Not once. I was there seven hours and the guard I was watching didn't flinch once. Well, he gave me an odd look a couple of times. But those guys have some stamina. I went on that London Eye dealy... *cheap pop* RODEZ Yeah, that was great. Not as good as, say, an ACTUAL ferris wheel...or any ride that goes above 2 miles an hour. But it was cool, nonetheless. Of course, I got stuck with Malibu and his lady in a pod so, of course, that was awkward. J MATH Yeah, I can imagine. I've played gooseberry a couple of times in my life myself, believe it or not. RODEZ Nah, it wasn't that. See, Zack wanted to take her back to his hotel room. Only trouble was, he needed an extra dollar twenty for the night. "RRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh my. RODEZ ...and I had no spare change on me, so...I kinda felt bad. J MATH ...erm...Word? RODEZ Yeah, it's been a great few days. But, all the fun and games I've been having these past few days has come to an end. The time for chilling is gone! As of this moment, it's time to get serious up in here. See, I may not be worried about tonight. But you can bet your bottom dollar that I am READY for tonight. Drek Stone. I know you're very well respected around these parts, within this company. Former Italian Champion and all that. You were right on HeldDOWN, when you said I was a kid compared to you. Yeah, I'm a young...verile guy. But Drek, if you think that because I'm younger than you I'm gonna be a push over, then you're dead wrong 'mang'. Sure, I haven't been Italian Champion or any type of champion for that matter. Only one PPV appearance under my belt before tonight. Never been in a Hell In A Cell Match. Haven't wrestled as many matches as you have. But underestimate me at your peril Stone. See tonight, it's the hottest night of the summer...we're in London, England... *cheap pop* RODEZ ...where we've got the hottest women in the world waiting to get a piece of the New Age Love Machine! And tonight, I'm gonna be hotter than a fat jogger's thigh! See, this isn't about class, this isn't about age. This about who's the better man. You're like Gucci...Italian, expensive and you have a reputation that proceeds you. But me...I'm like silk. I'm dependable. Good looking. Ever so slightly impressive. And I FEEEEEEEEEELLLLL GOOD! Yeah...I'm like silk. Only...smoother. Rodez grins as J Math apparantly doesn't get the joke, with the only response he can think of being 'Word', again. RODEZ So you'd damn well better be ready Drek Stone because tonight, here at AngleSlam...you and the world are going to get shocked, one more time, by Leon Rodez. Rodez gives the immortal J Math another pat on the back before flashing a smile towards the camera, turning away and storming off down the hallway. *DUN DUN DUN DUNNA, DUN DUN DUNNA* Across a river, over a bunch of mountains, through fields, sweeping past trees and bushes, hovering over the skyline of New York City, the OAOAST logo flies through the air...before sweeping down, brushing past an elderly man who seems understandably shocked to see six over-sized letters fly past him. The logo continues going, nearing a house...which luckily, a woman is leaving, meaning the logo can sweep through the open door, continuing on down the hallfway and into the living room where a young kid is sat on his computer. It sweeps past him, hitting the computer...which explodes with a flash, lighting up much to the kid shock and delight. "THE OAOAST...WHAT THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD IS READING~!" COLE Well, I guess you could say that we know something about humiliation...perhaps, more than our fair share even. CABOOSE You can say that again. COLE This past Thursday on HeldDOWN~! though, it was Drek Stone who was victim to some humiliation. Drek of course cost Leon Rodez his match against Rick Edwards, and therefore the X-Division Championship, a couple of weeks ago...but revenge was sweet for Leon. Some powder in the eyes, courtesy of a gimmicked pizza box, and a tiger driver later and Drek Stone was left in the ring...humiliated. Tonight however, his humiliation may be duplicated here tonight as he takes on Leon Rodez one on one. Could Drek Stone's ego TAKE a loss to a youngster like Rodez, especially on the back of losing his Italian Championship little more than a month ago? COACH Well, with all due respect, it ain't gonna happen. Drek is too experienced, too ruthless...too good. Not to mention that he's pissed off after what happened on HeldDOWN~! CABOOSE And rightfully so! You'd be pissed off too, if some goof came out insulting your homeland...and then threw powder in your face. COLE Technically he didn't thro... CABOOSE It's the same basic thing Cole. *DING DING* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, this following contest is scheduled for one fall and it has a twenty minute time-limit. CUE "Woke Up This Morning" by A3 "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" The crowd instantly begin jeering as Drek Stone bursts through the curtains, with a furious look on his face. Gone are the usual poses and smirks as tonight he's all business. Storming down the aisle, Drek notices one fan holding a pizza box in the air mockingly and angrily flips him off, reaching down and grabbing the pizza box. Quickly Drek crushes the box and tosses it back down at the fan, before walking right past him. BUFFER Introducing first at this time. From Naples, Italy...but hailing from Brooklyn, New York. He stands six foot five and weighs two hundred and thirty five pounds. The former OAOAST Italian Champion. He is "RECKLESS"... DRRREEEEEEEEEEEEK STOOOOOOONNEEEEEEEE!!! The crowd jeer again, as Stone enters the ring...glaring at referee Charles Robinson, before turning back to the ailseway and looking towards the curtain with a distinctly sour look on his face. CABOOSE Aw man, would you look at that. If I were Leon Rodez, I'd consider early retirement right about now. COLE Well, that's why Leon Rodez is a rising star and you're a commentator. CABOOSE Phff, what the hell does that make you!?! COLE Hey, I'm still undefeated! Impatiently Stone begins to strum his fingers across the top rope, hopping around on the spot. In the meantime, referee Robinson walks over and looks to check Drek for any consealed weapons. He almost gets a consealed right hand though and quickly backs away. CUE "You Sexy Thing" by Hot Chocolate Finally the music hits and Drek nods a little more happily, as the crowd suddenly erupt. COLE Would you listen to this reaction from the London crowd here? CABOOSE ...dumb Brits. "I believe in miracles... Where ya from? You sexy thing (You sexy thing, you) I believe in miracles... Since ya came alooooong You sexy thing (WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!)" With the crowd buzzing, Leon Rodez finally emerges through the curtain with his arms held high in the air...followed out by a rather large Union Jack flag. BUFFER And...being accompanied to the ring by "The Legend Killer", DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANY WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLIIIIIIIAAAAAMMMMMSSSSSSS!!!! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" BUFFER From Grand Rapids, Michigan. He stands five feet ten inches and weighs two hundred and eight, and three quarter pounds! He is the "NEW Age Love Machine"..."SILKY SMOOTH" LEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOONN RRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOODEEEEEEZZZZZZ!!! "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!" Rodez, smiling broadly from ear to ear, reaches the end of the rampway and within reach of Drek who angrily tries to grab him from over the ropes. Wisely Leon takes a back-step however, before threatening to set Williams on Drek. But Drek is so angry that he could care less, encouraging Williams to bring it on. Which, wouldn't be a wise move. Williams isn't here to fight though and just laughs it off, as referee Robinson moves Drek back to allow Rodez into the ring. CABOOSE So, explain again why the boxing guy is out here? COACH We're in London. CABOOSE Yeah... COACH And he's from London. CABOOSE So's The Queen. I don't see her walking out her flying the flag and threatening to kick Drek Stone's ass! COLE Yes, but Williams is a big wrestling fan. CABOOSE What the hell's that got to do with Drek Stone versus Leon Rodez? What next? Robbie Williams coming out here with Crystal. COACH Who? CABOOSE Crystal. The chick in the main event? COACH No, the guy. CABOOSE Well...I had heard rumours about that, but I didn't really want to say anything... COLE Oh, would you stop! Rodez finally enters the ring, more than a little cautiously, as Williams begins to walk off to the back and getting more pops from the crowd. Meanwhile, Charlesson continues to make sure Drek doesn't jump Rodez before the bell...giving up on checking for weapons and simply calling for the match to begin. *DING DING DING!* Which it does. Immediately Drek storms out of his corner with the same look of anger etched on his face. Rodez is meanwhile still smiling, although maybe not for long, as Drek strides over and starts to put the badmouth on Rodez. Ignoring the words, Rodez keeps on smiling...until Drek smashes him in the face with a right hand! Down goes Rodez, and suddenly Drek explodes into life with a series of stomps to the fallen opponent. Desperatly Leon tries to cover up as Drek fires boot after boot down, until Robinson moves in to pull Drek away. Angrily Stone shoves the referee away and goes back after Rodez, who reaches and grabs Drek by the tights and pulls him forward, out of the ring and onto the rampway. COLE Drek Stone, starting as we expected him to. CABOOSE Phff, this is nothing. Just wait. Pulling himself up, Drek reaches over the ropes to grab Rodez...but takes an uppercut. Another staggers him back, further down the ramp. Meanwhile Rodez shakes off some early cobwebs and exits the ring, looking to go after Drek. Drek suddenly charges though, clotheslining Leon back over the ropes and into the ring! "LET'S GO LEON!" *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP!* "LET'S GO LEON!" *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* Drek re-enters the ring and grabs Leon, hitting a stiff forearm. Another forearm follows before Drek pulls Leon up, pushing him back into the ropes and nailing a big right hand. Now Leon looks in trouble, as Drek goes to the ribs with a punch and then to the jaw with a back elbow. Weakly Leon fires a knee back, but soon after takes another punch and then gets whipped into the ropes. Rebounding, Leon ducks his head early. Too early though, as Stone reads his intentions and leaves a knee up for Rodez to charge into! Flipping through the air, Rodez lands hard and Drek scrambles over to make a cover... ..NO! It's a choke instead! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FI..." Drek breaks on five, only to go right back to the blatant choke. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIV..." Again Drek breaks just in time...only this time, he decides to go jump to his feet and fire off with some more stomps. CABOOSE See!?! Drek is a dangerous, dangerous man. Especially when provoked. Letting up on the stomps, Drek takes a moment to pose for the booing crowd while Rodez fights to his feet. Once he gets there, Drek quickly scoots behind Rodez and just CLUBS him across the shoulder blades! Rodez drops to his knees, but gets quickly dragged back up by the hair and clubbed again. Rodez drops, only to get pulled up a second time. This time though, Drek shows he can wrestle as well as fight, by hitting a textbook back suplex. Leon hits hard, but has little time for the pain to set in before Drek rolls to his side and mounts Rodez to hit some vicious right hands. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Well, you may be right 'Boose. This is turning into nothing more than a brawl. CABOOSE Well hey, I know Drek well. I also know what happens when people make him angry. If Rodez was smart, he'd have NEVER insulted Drek. Finally Drek lets up, getting up off of Rodez and backing off the ropes. Leon is too hurt to move out of the way, which allows Stone to take his time and drop a big knee across the sternum. Drek thinks about making a cover...but shakes his head and wags his finger, before pulling Rodez up. However that's a mistake, as Leon manages to armdrag Stone over! Stone rolls through and runs back over, only for Rodez to hit a second armdrag! Still Drek gets up, shocked and dis-orientated, but still he runs back towards Rodez... ...who ducks a clothesline attempts. Drek runs on, hitting the ropes and coming back to be met with a beautiful standing dropkick! Drek goes down like a sack of potatoes, as meanwhile Rodez pops right back up and is FIRING UP~! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" The crowd explode, as Rodez finds the energy to charge off the ropes, running straight at the grounded Drek and tumbling into the air. But Drek rolls out of the way of the running swanton, causing Rodez to crash harmlessly (at least for Drek) into the canvas. Rodez struggles right back up to his feet, as Drek charges in and forces Leon back into the ring ropes. Using their spring, Drek launches Rodez across the ring, waiting for him to come back before hitting a beautiful powerslam! CABOOSE Ha HA! Come on Drek! Show this kid what you're about! COACH Impartial as ever, eh 'Boose? CABOOSE Shut up. COACH ...sure thing. With Rodez down, Stone takes a moment to check his hair is still in place...which it seemingly is, as Drek soon turns away to go back on the offensive. Picking Leon up, Drek takes his sweet time over stiffing him with another forearm shot before whipping Leon into the corner. Rodez hits the buckles hard, staggering out a step. But Drek is quickly following in and crushes Rodez back into the corner with a big avalanche. And quickly, Drek follows that up with a hard knee to the breadbasket. The effects of the match are telling on Rodez as he slumps back into the turnbuckles, gasping for air... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOOO!" ...which is knocked out of him with a stinging knfiedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOOO!" ...and another. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOOO!" ...and a THIRD! COLE Leon Rodez, who favours the quicker style...he's not getting that chance tonight. It's ALL Drek Stone. COACH Totally. Drek caught him almost right from the bell. Maybe...that pizza box thing wasn't a good idea after all. Drek is almost snarling, his teeth gritted together as he glares at Rodez who is still struggling to stay up. A big forearm across the chest doesn't help his cause, dropping him to his knees in front of Drek. With no second though, Drek quickly thrusts his knee forward, SLAMMING it into Rodez's jaw ruthlessly...not once but twice, before Rodez finally collapses flat on his face. "DREK SUCKS! DREK SUCKS! DREK SUCKS!" With the crowd's chants ringing through his ears, Drek pulls Rodez up from the mat and shoves him right back into the corner where he nails another forearm. Rodez begins to collapse back towards the mat, but Drek catches him in his arms and immediately throws him with an overhead belly to belly suplex. More boos fill the air, as Drek finally manages a wry smile...before crawling over to Leon, and making a relaxed cover... ONE! TWO! DREK PULLS RODEZ UP! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" CABOOSE Oh no...it ain't gonna be that easy. Not tonight. COLE That may have been a mistake there. CABOOSE Michael...this kid is out on his feet. With Rodez at his beck and call, Drek slowly drags Rodez up to his feet. Without the energy to stand by himself, Rodez slumps into Drek who just as quickly shoves him off, into the ropes. The ropes bounce Leon back and he stumbles forward. Meanwhile Drek runs past Leon, hitting the ropes himself and dropping down with a chopblock that WRENCHES Leon's knee! With a wail of pain he grabs his knee, tumbling to the mat...as Drek smiles. COLE Right to the surgically repaired knee! What a callous move! CABOOSE But a brilliant move. COLE Well...if you say so. Looking right at the knee, Drek moves in and stomps down on the knee...and again..and again, and again and again...each stomp bringing out a cry of pain from The New Age Love Machine. Seeing enough, Charles Robinson tries to move Drek back as the camera gets a close up on Rodez's face, screwed up in agony. Drek meanwhile barges past Robinson, grabbing Rodez's leg and draping it over the bottom rope. Quickly he leaps into the air, before bringing down all his body weight on the knee! The leg remains draped though, allowing Stone to do the exact same thing again. This time, Rodez tries to roll out of the ring, but can't do so in time and his leg gets bent violently again. "DREK SUCKS! DREK SUCKS! DREK SUCKS!" Pulling Rodez away from the ropes, Drek grabs the damaged right leg again. Rodez tries his best to get away, but Drek steps over the leg and rolls forward, bringing the leg with him and almost pulling it away from Rodez's hip! Acrobatically Drek rolls through the move, straight into a pose for the chanting London crowd, who don't much appreciate it. In the meantime, Rodez is clutching his knee desperatly, with Robinson right by his side asking him if he wants to quit. But again over barges Drek, shoving Robinson to the side and kicking Leon in the kneecap. Leon wails and Drek kicks him again, clearly enjoying his contribution to AngleSlam. "DREK'S A WAN - KER!" *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* "DREK'S A WAN - KER!" *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* COLE Referee Robinson may have to think about stopping this... CABOOSE Why? COLE Well, Rodez has a surgically repaired knee and it's being torn apart here. CABOOSE If he can't take the pain, he shouldn't be in the ring. In desperation more than anything, Leon catches Drek in the ankle with a left legged kick. But Drek shrugs that off and lines up the right leg, dropping a savage elbow (OOOOHHHH YEEEEEAAAHHHHH~!) into the knee. Again, Rodez wails in pain but doesn't want to give up, as Drek starts wrenching away at the leg. DREK C'mon Leon! Again Drek wrenches the knee. DREK C'mon...tell me a joke Leon. Another wrench, another wail. DREK Make a joke funny boy! C'mon...make fun of me now! Again a wrench on the knee from Drek! DREK Not so f*****g funny NOW, are we!?! Suddenly Drek stands up, picking the leg up with him. And quick as a flash, Drek whips around Rodez's leg...AND LOCKS HIM IN THE FIGURE-FOUR LEGLOCK!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" CABOOSE Okay...now we can ring the bell. COACH I agree. This kid has had enough. Turn off the oven, this kid's done! As soon as the hold is slapped in, Rodez cries out in agonising pain and immediately Charles Robinson is down to check for a submission. The fans are a little stunned at how easily Drek has picked off Rodez and seem a little stunned, as he cynches up the hold again to another yelp from Rodez. There seems no escape for Rodez, and he seems in so much pain. But he shakes his head furiously, not giving up, not quitting. COLE Leon Rodez is hanging on here! CABOOSE Then he must have rocks in his head! This isn't just a match against Drek Stone at Angle Slam he's risking losing. It's the rest of his career! Gritting his teeth through the pain, Rodez starts pumping his fists in the air looking for support from the crowd... "LEON! LEON! LEON! LEON! LEON!" ...which he begins to get! Drek seems a little surprised to see Rodez fighting the hold, but all the same a sick smile adorns his face as he presses up onto his hands in an attempt to further aggravate the hold. All Rodez can do is bite his lip and hang on, hoping for a reprieve. Or, hope to turn the hold. Which he is seemingly trying to do, much to Drek's surprise! The crowd see the fight attempt, getting right behind Leon as he slowly but surely starts to try and manuever his body towards the left. But as he does, Drek reaches back and grabs a hold of the bottom rope...stopping Leon's momentum and adding increased pressure to the hold!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COLE Now, why the hell does he need to do that!?! Charles Robinson is oblivious, as Drek continues to cling onto the rope...too busy asking Leon if he wants to quit, which he is increasingly on the verge of doing. Eventually Robinson turns to Drek though, seeing the hold of the ropes JUST before Drek releases the rope...and orders him to break the hold! Drek shakes his head 'No', but Robinson threatens him with a DQ, so Drek does breaks the hold. CABOOSE What the hell is this referee doing!?! COLE Uhm...his job? CABOOSE Drek let go of the ropes, so why should the referee make him break the hold? COLE ...have you ever read a wresting rule book. CABOOSE No. Why would I need to? Getting up to his feet, Drek gets right up in Robinson's face and stats to yell at him, clearly unhappy with his refereeing. Robinson however reminds Drek of who he is by holding his referee's shirt out. Drek flips Robinson off though. But suddenly, Rodez pulls Drek down and catches him in something vaguely resembling a schoolboy roll-up... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Drek is up quickly and he stomps the knee again, stopping Rodez again. Grabbing the knee Drek glares over at Robinson, before whipping around the leg for another figure four. But Rodez manages to plant his free foot into the ass of the former Italian Champion and push him off. Heading for the turnbuckles, Drek sees the top one and instinctively ducks his head... *SMACK!* ...which causes him to run shoulder-first into the ring post! COACH DAYYAM~! COLE That may be a turning point! Out staggers Drek as Rodez pulls himself gingerly up to his feet, or rather foot, grabbing Drek and throwing him into the turnbuckles. Drek hits them almost as hard as he hits the post, stumbling backwards and getting caught on the way with a diving clothesline from the one legged Rodez, who quickly makes a cover... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Despite the obvious pain he's in, the gutsy kid once again pulls himself to his feet. Meanwhile, Drek is slowly getting up as well. Rodez hops over to him and hits a punch as best possible. Drek dives forward and goes for the knee, but Leon manages to hurdle him, causing Drek to fall forward flat on his face. Quickly he gets back up, but Rodez is there to meet him... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOOO!" ...with a stinging knifedge chop! Drek stumbles back a step as Rodez tries to put some bodyweight on his leg. In that moment of being unprepared, Drek charges and looks to hit a short clothesline. However, Leon ducks it. Drek stops and turns... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOOO!" ...and there's another chop! COLE What guts from this kid! COACH ...he's only hitting someone with chops. Not exactly gonna get him the Purple Cross. CABOOSE Depends who he's chopping. With Drek pausing momentarily, Leon goes right for the breadbasket with a right hand to double Drek over...before pulling him in and double underhooking both of Drek's arms! The crowd rise to their feet as Rodez turns his head, nodding to the Londoners in attendance... ...BUT HE CAN'T LIFT DREK! His knee gives way! With a grimace Leon releases the double underhook and takes a moment to tend to his knee, doubling over to do so. But sure enough, that allows Drek to lunge forward and drop an elbow between Leon's shoulder blades. He hits the mat face first, as Drek takes a moment to shake off his cobwebs. Leon uses the ropes to pull himself up, while Drek grabs him and hits a big forearm. Rodez does his best to shake off the effects, but a second forearm rocks him...before Drek pulls him in, looking for a Side Effect. Rodez is privy to it however and fires off instantanious elbows to the side of the head, until Drek releases the hold he has on Leon...only to knee him in the gut, before grabbing on a front facelock. CABOOSE StoneCutter! StoneCutter! No! Leon backdrops out of the attempted StoneCutter! "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Shocked, Drek gets back to his feet as Leon limps over and hits as much of a clothesline as his leg will allow...only staggering Drek backwards. Another clothesline staggers him further back, near the ropes. Suddenly, Leon grabs him and sends Drek across the ring and to the ropes. Coming back, Drek locks his hands together double axe handle style and charges straight at Leon. But he drops to one knee and leaves his fist extended, catching Drek in the gut with it. Drek now drops to one knee, as Rodez pulls himself back up...and lunges towards Drek, catching him in the jaw with a left-legged shining wizard! COLE Shining wizard! That beat Chris Bryte! COACH But I think Rodez landed on his knee... Coach, for once, is right as Leon did indeed land on his right knee. But despite the pain that gives him, Leon is able to drop an arm over Drek relatively quickly for a pinfall attempt... ONE! TWO! TH... NOOO!!! CABOOSE He kicked out! Of course he kicked out! Both men pull themselves up slowly, the crowd willing Leon on. And he feeds off of that support by stepping forward and nailing a Liger-esque palm strike! Drek hits the mat hard but gets right back up, only to be taken right back down with a sunset flip... ONE! TWO! NO! Drek rolls through, to his feet. Up to his feet comes Rodez too, as Drek charges in but gets caught by Rodez who tries to wrap Drek in a sleeperhold. However Drek manages to spin behind Rodez and lock on a full nelson, ready for The Recker. Rodez breaks out of it quickly though, dropping to the mat looking for an inside cradle...but Drek sits into it... ONE! TWO! DREK GRABS THE ROPES... THREEEEEE! COLE What!?! CABOOSE It's OVER! *DING DING DING!* The fans cannot believe it, as Drek releases his cradle and begins to celebrate his victory! Rodez is not hurt though and lunges for Drek, who rolls quickly out of the ring with a huge grin on his face. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner of the match... DREEEEEEK STOOOOONEEEEEEE!!! Shrugging his shoulders, Drek is willing to accept the victory...quick as it was, he done his damage. And now, Drek is more than happy to walk off the down the ramp in celebration. Meanwhile, Rodez looks up and complains to Robinson, but gets nothing but a conformation of the result. COLE I hate to say this on an OAOAST show, but what a COP-OUT! Drek Stone stole the victory from out of nowhere. CABOOSE Ah, it was just justice. Drek had Leon beat with the figure-four anyway, so really, all's well that ends well. Congratulations to Drek for a comprehensive victory. COLE Congratulations!?! After that!?! CABOOSE He won, didn't he? That's all that matters. Still unable to believe the result, Leon pounds the mat a couple of times before going back to tending to his knee. Meanwhile, Drek reaches the curtain and with a last smug grin leaves back through the curtains, with a victory to his name again. Edited August 29, 2004 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 28, 2004 (edited) BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest at the third annual AngleSlam, is the Tables, Ladders & Chairs match for the OAOAST World Tag Team Championship! Introducing first... COLE It’s the first TLC match in the OAOAST in…er… CABOOSE Good work Mr. Historian. The last TLC match actually featured Mystery Eskimo against JINGUS in a TLC, barbed wire strap 30 minute Iron Man match. The previous TLC match to that saw Mystery Eskimo and JINGUS win the tag titles. Does that give you a clue as to which the team will win this one? COACH Er…GPX? CABOOSE Plus, don’t forget what town we’re in… CUE: “God Save The Queen” The London crowd comes to its feet to sing along with the National Anthem. As it reaches its climax, three men walk out onto the stage. The singing turns to BOOS as the music ends. Dan Black, T-Bod and Jivin’ J.R. walk down to the ring. Dan is wearing Union Jack trunks for the occasion, while T-Bod sports white tights with Old Glory & the Union Jack joined together on his backside, tanks and bombs falling on his pant legs, and JR with a cowboy outfit with tassels so long he almost trips over them several times on his way to the ring. CABOOSE What a poor reaction for Dan. This crowd has no class. We should have held this show in Derby. COLE Black’s spent the last year in the OAOAST perfecting the art of the evil bastard, and you expect this crowd to like him? CABOOSE While I'm experiencing roid rage -- who's the moron who refered to the Union Jack as the Union Jet? I got a call from the Prime Minister's office saying the P.M. had read a transcipt of the show online, and it refered to the Union Jack as the Union Jet. You Yanks wouldn't like it if we refered to the American Flag as "The Aggressor." I guess it's no coincidence Black T lost the tag titles that night. COACH Hey, we kick ass and ask questions later. If you pussies would follow our lead-- CABOOSE Our goverenment is! COACH I'm talkin' 'bout the people who don't want bloodshed, fool. “Quiet” hits up to accompany Black T down to the ring. BUFFER (CONT'D) being followed to the ring by the Farmer of Champions Jivin’ J.R., T.Bod and Dan Black, BLLLLLLLACK TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! J.R. holds down the top rope and T-Bod and Dan enter. Black grabs a mic as the music cuts. BLACK Good evening! I’d just like to say how great it is to be back home! BOOOO! BLACK I’d like to say that, but I can’t. This place hasn’t changed a bit. It’s still full of stupid, ignorant cockney arseholes who turn on their own at the first chance! Now if I don’t get a “Black T” chant right now, I’m going to get straight on the phone to Her Majesty, and personally arrange for each and everyone of you miserable idiots to spend the night in Bow Street prisons! Black T SUCK! Black T SUCK! Dan stomps the ring and throws the mic at the crowd! CABOOSE Well, he warned them. The Queen is a big Black T fan. These people are in a lot of trouble. T-Bod calms Dan down. Black rips off his Union Jack trunks to reveal his regular black and silver attire. T-Bod does the same, the back of his tights now with a cartoony Uncle Sam stomping the Union Jack. Dan spits on the flagged trunks and kicks them out of the ring to more BOOOS. COACH Dan Black turning his back on the English people! He’s not going to be popular out on the town tonight. CABOOSE Sure he will. After he and T-Bod beat the crap out of GPX and NNMX, they’ll be wearing the gold and kissing the London ladies all night long...the good-lookin' London ladies. Trust me, they're around. They stay hidden so the poor souls with yellow teeth do not bother them. You know Dan & I are the only two Brits with great teeth? COLE Yeah. It'll explain why you two verbally blow each other. BUFFER And…their opponents… In a world full of posers, phonies, and pure wannabees, there finally emerges a group which has come to set the record straight. so, all you suckers better recognize, ya heard can you say uhhh na na na na... BUFFER Johnny Jackson! Scotty Static! THE GLLLLLLLLLLLOBAL PARTY XCHANGE! The OAOAST’s favourite tag team bounce down to the ring to a huge ovation from the crowd. Slapping hands and throwing shapes, Johnny and Scotty slide into the ring and continue to dance, while Dan and T.Bod look on in disgust. CORNETTE Hey! Cut this crap! C’mon now, that’s enough! James E. Cornette walks out onto the stage, waving his tennis racket and succeeding in stopping the music. Giorgio Moroder's "Chase" turns the crowd's cheers into boos. CORNETTE Now, allow me to present the best damned tag team on the face of the planet. Their wit can cut deeper than a sword, and so handsome the girls of London are under a restraining order, they are THE OAOAST WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, "Sarcastic" Simon & "Narcissistic" Ned...THE NEEEEW! NEEEEEEEEEEW! MIDNIGHT EXXXXXXXXXXXXXXPRESS! Simon and Ned walk out, proudly displaying both sets of their tag team titles (the old tinted blue and newer fancy version), smirking at the fans who try and slap their hands on the way to the ring. JC follows them close behind, yelling at the crowd and the two tag teams in the ring. The NNMX jump into the ring, where referee Nick Patrick is waiting with a cable from the ceiling. He takes the tag titles, attaches them to the cable, and its winched up to its resting place above the ring. COACH That’s what its all about folks. The tag titles have never been so keenly fought over as they have been the past four months, and this match should determine who goes into the last quarter of the year with the power. While Black T, NNMX and GPX stare each other down, roadies appear from the back. A stack of steel chairs is scattered at ringside next to the announce table. On the opposite side, a pile of tables. Finally, three ladders, two regular size and one huge, huge monster of a ladder, are set up on the walk way. Our referee Nick Patrick takes a deep breathe and calls for the bell to start. * DING DING DING * The crowds heats up big time, as the 6 men circle. NNMX make a movement, and Black T bale to the outside. The crowd -- well, you can guess. COACH Dan and T-Bod seem to be checking on J.R.! CABOOSE I think he was overcome by the tension. What great guys they are! GPX and NNMX hang over the ropes, yelling at Black T, who are patting J.R. on the back. T-Bod gestures that they’ll be with them in a minute. NNMX shrug, and jump GPX, beating them down to the mat with forearms. Ned and Simon chose Scotty, the smallest man in this match, and execute a double team snap suplex. They follow up by putting the boots to Static, but Jackson is back up and knocks each of the NNMX down in turn with lariats and dropkicks. Predictably, J.R. is all better, and Black T are back in the ring. Dan grabs Johnny from behind and dunks him on his head with a German suplex, while Ned walks into a belly to belly suplex from T-Bod. Black T grab Scotty up and throw him out of the ring onto the scattered chairs! Static lands with a clatter, while “Sarcastic” Simon, temporarily outnumbered by Black T, slides out of the ring to consult with Jim Cornette. Dan and T-Bod turn their attention to the fallen Johnny Jackson, and look to be set for a double team power bomb attempt, but Scotty scrambles back into the ring, runs forward and leaps off Johnny’s bent back with a body press attempt! Black T easily catch Static however, and are ready to slam him down when Jackson executes a dropkick to Static’s back that propels him down and Black T to their backs! The NNMX re-group and take out GPX with stereo reverse DDTs! COLE It’s chaos out there, and the furniture’s not even involved yet! COACH There’s so much bad blood between these teams, I can’t even imagine the violence once they get their hands on the TLC. Black T spring back up, and start to slug it out with the NNMX. BT get the advantage, forcing NNMX back towards the ropes, where J.R. swats at their ankles with his fly swatter. Jim Cornette runs around, threatening J.R. with his tennis racket, and the master of Jive backs off, rubbing his man boobs, reminding James E. of his deadly Breastroke Sleeper. Black T clothesline Corny’s men out of the ring and follow them out to the floor. Dan takes Ned and slams him into the ring steps, while T-Bod presses Simon and then drops him throat first onto the guard rail! As Black T pick up the NNMX for more punishment, GPX pick themselves up in the ring. They survey the scene outside the ring, as the fans stomp their feet in encouragement. Johnny and Scotty throw themselves off the ropes and sprint towards BT and NNMX on the outside! Both men jump onto the top rope and springboard off- stereo shooting star presses onto the four men below! All six competitors are wiped out on the floor! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! COACH GPX with an amazing aerial onslaught! Will it gain them an advantage? Jivin’ J.R. helps his boys up, while Cornette does the same for the NNMX. CABOOSE Aww, poor GPX! No one to help them! AHAHAHAHA! COACH I don’t think they need the help of fat, old men. CABOOSE J.R. and JC are twice the men you two are! COLE Pfft, yeah right. CABOOSE I’m going to get that match booked, believe me. Like the IOC, the board of directors can be bought off. Black T grab up a steel chair each and charge at the NNMX, who slide into the ring to escape. Dan and T-Bod try to follow, but get stomped down as they enter. NNMX grab the chairs and prepare to administer some punishment to Black T, but JR pulls first Dan and then T-Bod back out the ring! The crowd boos the continued cowardice of the former tag champs, but cheer as NNMX shrug and just throw the chairs down onto Black T and JR anyway! NNMX laugh and point as Black T hold their heads, but GPX slide into the ring and attack. NNMX and GPX fight it out, with Johnny and Scotty gaining the advantage with dropkicks to their opponents, followed by stereo leg lariats and a pair of DDT’s. Scotty and Johnny look at each other, and head out of the ring to the ladders. They fold up one of the regular sized ladders and walk it to ringside. Jim Cornette gets in their face, telling them they’re worthless and will never be champs again. GPX respond with a running ladder to the face that leaves Corny flailing on the ring floor. Johnny and Scotty slide the ladder in the ring, where Ned and Simon send it back into their faces with sliding kicks! NNMX grab the ladder and set it up in the middle of the ring. Simon holds it steady while Ned starts to climb, but Dan Black is into the ring. He exchanges punches with Simon, and then rakes Singleton’s eyes to gain the advantage. Dan notes Ned almost at the top of the ladder and grabs Simon in- release Northern Lites Suplex into the ladder! Simon’s back hits steel and he slides to the mat, while the ladder is toppled and sends Ned over, crotching himself on the top rope! The fans give Dan a grudging “Oooo!” for the move, but cheer louder as GPX jump back into the ring. Luckily for Dan, T-Bod is there to back him up, and Black T and GPX go at it. COLE What a rivalry between these two teams! I’m sure this won’t be the last time these guys fight it out for the tag titles. CABOOSE It’s time Black T put those dancing punks in their places for good. The four men go into a chop fest, flaying each other with knife edged blows, until Dan and T-Bod lose patience and swing wildly, missing and eating dropkicks. GPX whip Dan into the corner and pick the ladder up on their shoulders. A running charge, and the top of the ladder smacks Dan in the jaw! GPX turn around, and T.Bod eats steel too! J.R. is frantic at ringside, and has to do a little moon walking to calm himself. GPX set the ladder up, and Scotty starts to climb, but Simon and Ned, just about recovered from their punishment at the hands of Black, rush over before he can get higher than a few steps. Simon forces Johnny back with a flurry of blows, while Ned tries to German suplex Scotty off the ladder! Static holds onto the ladder however, with the result that Ned drags Scotty and the ladder over so that they fall onto himself! Ned is squashed beneath Scotty and the ladder! Simon grabs Johnny and, without seeing his partner on the bottom of the pile, gives him a snap suplex onto the ladder! COLE Oh my god! What a pile up! COACH We got Ned, then Scotty, then the ladder, then Johnny! Ned’s got to be in big trouble! Simon at last notices his partners predicament, and drags GPX and the ladder off of him. Simon helps Ned up, and they go to set up the ladder once more. Scotty is bleeding from the mouth where the ladder fell on him, but gets to his feet to knock Ned down once more with a forearm, and then whip Simon into the corner. Scotty goes for a jumping stinger-style splash, but Simon moves and Static eats turnbuckle. Simon grabs him and tries for a Dragon suplex, but Static reverses out into a waistlock. Simon counters out of this to a hammerlock, and Scotty reverses in turn to his own hammerlock. T-Bod runs in with a chair and cracks both men over the head with it! COLE Well, I guess that’s what you get for trying to wrestle in this environment. T-Bod notices something out of the corner of his eye. WHAM! Ned bashes the living daylights out of T-Bod with a stiff chairshot! CABOOSE I don’t think it matters what you do, in this match you’re going to get hurt and hurt bad, T-Bod is busted open, as are Static and Simon. All 3 have rolled out of the ring. Standing is Ned, who goes to pick the ladder up once more, but Dan Black is to his feet and cuts him off by dropkicking the ladder into his chest! Ned staggers back into the corner and the ladder lies against him. Black teases a running splash, but breaks off half way and flips off the fans with a big sneer, who react predictably. For his trouble, Dan turns and takes a super kick from Johnny Jackson to the jaw! Jackson picks Dan up and whips him onto the ladder that’s lying on Ned in the corner! Dan bounces off hard and rolls out of the ring. The ladder falls, and Ned flops forward, landing face first on it! Johnny heads out of the ring and slides a table in, setting it up in the middle of the ring. Scotty Static crawls back into the ring, and the GPX unite to put Ned onto the table. Static climbs to the top turnbuckle, but T-Bod is up and shoves him off hard from the floor, and Static flies through the air- onto Ned and the table! Both men go through with impact, as Johnny holds his head in concern! Jackson doesn’t have any time to check on Scotty however, as he meets a SPEAR from Simon Singleton! "Sarcastic" Simon punches Johnny, while on the outside T-Bod and Dan Black regroup and consult with J.R.. With Static and Blanchard lying in the wreckage of the table, and Jackson and Simon brawling on the mat, Black T quickly slide into the ring and set up the ladder, and start to climb! Dan and T-Bod have a hand on the tag titles! They grasp at the belts! Jackson and Simon suddenly see what’s happening, and break away from each other, climbing the ladder after Black T, one on each side. Johnny slams a forearm shot into the back of T-Bod, grabs him round the neck-- and hits a diamond cutter off the ladder! COLE T-Bod may have a broken neck! CABOOSE How could Jackson do that to a legend like “The Body”? Black T shouldn’t have been made to compete in a match like this. T-Bod is pulled out of the ring once more by J.R.. Dan is still scrabbling for the titles, but Simon quickly cuts him off with a LOW BLOW! Dan’s face crumples in pain, and Simon climbs OVER Dan and tries to get the belts! Black, in severe pain, loses his grip on the ladder and falls to the mat. Jackson, having taken some impact from his cutter on T-Bod, pulls himself up and runs up the other side of the ladder to cut him off. Johnny and Simon exchange blows on top of the ladder, until Jackson gets the advantage and bounces Ned’s head off the top of the steel! Johnny tries to push Simon off, but he hangs on grimly. Dan Black crawls next to the ladder, and with an effort pushes it over with his legs! Singleton manages to jump clear but still hits the mat hard. Jackson is not so fortunate, and falls face first onto a turnbuckle! Dan, a vicious grimace on his face, grabs a hold of Singleton and locks on his HEART OF ICE (Crippler Crossface)! Simon shouts in pain in the hold, as Dan wrenches on his head and neck, and taps out! CABOOSE Yes! Simon taps! Good work from Black! COLE It means nothing, and you know it! COACH Black’s just getting revenge for Simon’s low blow! CABOOSE Not only that. If he knocks Simon out with this hold, its one less opponent to worry about. Indeed, Simon is starting to fade in the painful Heart of Ice. Dan laughs maniacally, but his good mood is halted when Ned drags himself out of the broken table and breaks up the hold with an elbow to the back of Dan’s neck. Blanchard grabs Dan and opens a chair up. Ned hoists Dan up and POWERBOMBS him back first onto the open seat of the chair! The chair is flattened, and Black looks to be out cold. Ned shoves him out of the ring with his boots and grabs and sets up two more chairs, then places the folded ladder so that it lies across them. Ned then grabs Scotty Static, just getting back to his feet, and brings him over to the structure he’s created. Blanchard slugs Static a few times, and then bends him over for another powerbomb! Johnny Jackson drags himself off the mat and saves Scotty, attacking from the side. The GPX work together, and set Ned up -- DOUBLE TEAM POWERBOMB THROUGH THE LADDER! The ladder caved in! That powerbomb left a huge bent mark from Ned's body. They won't be using that ladder to climb for the gold. GPX high-five and start to dance to a big pop. A roadie scoots in to clear out the broken ladder, table and chairs. GPX nod at each other and head out to the floor, where they grab the monster ladder. It’s almost too big for them to carry, and takes them some time to get under control. In this time, some shapes emerge from the back. Two very, very big shapes. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! COLE Oh boy…Hell’s Hitmen…. JINGUS and The Sadist stroll down to the ring, their faces still stained with dried blood, and still wearing those busted straitjackets. GPX see them coming, and settle for putting the ladder upright next to the ring. Johnny and Scotty manfully run and Hell’s Hitmen and start to pepper them with forearm shots, but JINGUS and Sadist easily overpower them. JINGUS kicks Johnny in the gut, flips him onto his shoulders and hits a DVD on the ramp! COACH Get some medics out there…Hell’s Hitmen are going to kill GPX! CABOOSE Well, they’re angry they never got their shot at GPX, having beaten them at Licence to Pin. Sadist has a hold of Scotty Static-- POWERBOMB onto the ramp! A mass of security runs out and gets between Hell’s Hitmen and the GPX. JINGUS and Sadist laugh mockingly, and walk slowly backstage. The crowd hurls abuse at them for quite probably spelling the end of the match for the GPX. Medics join the security and tend to GPX. In the ring, Dan Black is still badly hurt from the chair power bomb, while Ned is similarly incapacitated. The only men moving are T-Bod and Simon Singleton, who are dragging themselves to their feet and start to slug it out in the ring. Meanwhile, Jim Cornette has finally gotten to his feet following his earlier punishment. He surveys the scene, and sees J.R. dancing up a storm in support of T-Bod. JC’s face is thunder. COLE What’s up with Cornette? COACH I think something just flipped. Cornette runs around the ring and gets in J.R.’s face, followed by a SLAP to the Jivin’ ones portly features! J.R. looks shocked but then he begins trembling-- KICK! WHAM! JIVE-ANATOR! (World’s Worst Stunner) Jim falls to the floor, kinda hurt but barely. J.R. rips off his shirt to reveal... THE INCREDIBLE JIVIN' J.R.! He's returned. The Incredible Jivin' J.R. beats his flabby, green-painted chest. Using the superhero strength attained during his transformation from Jivin' J.R. to The Incredible Jivin' J.R., he reaches under the ring and pulls out… COACH OH MY GAWD! COLE LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT LADDER! COACH IT MUST BE AT LEAST ONE FOOT HIGH! TIJJ.R. (The Incredible Jivin' J.R.) sets up the ladder over the fallen Cornette and climbs up one step, two step-- and he’s at the top. The crowd goes wild as J.R. poses on top of the huge ladder! CABOOSE No way! He’ll kill both of them! J.R. (slapping his belly) J.R. crush! HE JUMPS OFF THE LADDER WITH A FLYING SPLASH! HOLY JIVE! HOLY JIVE! J.R.’s bulk CRUSHES Cornette, but the impact hurts J.R. too and he can’t move, leaving him just lying on his former friend like a beached whale, totally winded. T-Bod gains the advantage over Simon with a pair of arm drags and a DDT. T-Bod heads out of the ring and fetches the other regular sized ladder, sliding it into the ring and setting it up to climb. Simon is up before he can begin his ascent however, and T.Bod abandons the ladder to move over nails Simon with a lariat. T-Bod picks Singleton up and whips him off the ropes, going for an Out of Body Experience, but Simon slides down through T-Bods legs and comes up behind him. T-Bod turns, and Simon hits him with a swinging neck breaker. Simon goes to climb the ladder, but gets only halfway up before T-Bod rises and cuts him off, just pulling him down to the mat, poking him in the eye and gorilla pressing him up high. “The Body” carries Simon to the ropes and just throws him out of the ring. Alone in the square circle, T-Bod sets up the ladder and starts to climb to victory! But Ned Blanchard somehow picks himself up and chases after T-Bod. Ned tries to push the ladder over, but T-Bod just turns, grabs Ned and jumps off the ladder with a tornado DDT! COLE Amazing agility from T.Bod! CABOOSE The man must be the most under-rated wrestler in the business. He could -- no, should -- be World Champ. COACH Then why isn’t he? CABOOSE Because he and Dan Black have formed something special! An unbreakable alliance, and the best damn tag team ever in the OAOAST! You won’t see these guys doing the predictable “fall out and feud” thing. They’re too classy. T-Bod goes to climb the ladder once more, but as he reaches it Simon Singleton, unseen by T-Bod, has picked himself off the floor and climbed up to the top turnbuckle opposite “The Body”. He jumps off with a missile dropkick to the ladder, slamming it into T-Bod’s face! Outside the ring JR finally scrapes himself off Cornette and gets to his feet. T-Bod is knocked to the mat, stunned, as the ladder topples over and rests against the ropes. Simon picks himself up slowly and grabs T.Bod up. Singleton wraps his arms around T-Bod, going for a belly to back suplex, but T-Bod elbows out and tries for a Rude Awakening. Simon escapes and grabs a chair thrown to him by the semi-recovered Jim Cornette. JR follows suit, throwing a chair to T-Bod. Both men swing, and there’s a huge clash of steel on steel. Both men drops the chairs and hold their hands, hurting from the impact. T-Bod ignores the pain to slug away at Simon, who fights back with a flurry of chops. T-Bod cuts him off with a knee to the gut and whips Simon to the ropes. As he bounces back “The Body” lifts him up onto his shoulders and hits him with a Samoan Drop. “The Body” gets to his feet, and snakes his hips to jeers from the crowd. A chair is thrown at him. T-Bod catches it, a confused look on his face. The chair is kicked into his face by a leg lariat from Ned Blanchard! COLE Another high impact move to T-Bod! He’s got to be out of this match now! The NNMX must be favourites to retain the titles! Amazingly however, T-Bod is still moving! Blood gushes over his face, but T.Bod scrabbles at the feet of Ned and Simon as they stand over him. The NNMX shake their heads. Jim Cornette yells “End his career!” and slides a table into the ring. Ned and Simon lay the barely moving T-Bod on the wood, and then head out of the ring…starting to climb the huge ladder outside the ring, where GPX set it up, one after the other. Simon stands on the very top of the ladder, while Ned stands just underneath. COACH What are they going for here? COLE Oh my God…a Rocket Launcher? COACH From there? They must be a hundred feet in the air! CABOOSE Stop exaggerating. It's about 200 hundred feet. Ned takes a grip of Simon, and Simon jumps off the ladder with the boost from his partner, heading straight towards T.Bod on the table, falling fast as lightning! T-Bod is too out of it to escape! COLE “The Body” is going to be broken! But Dan Black pulls T-Bod away at the last minute! Ned goes through the table with a huge CRUNCH of flesh on wood! Black tries to help the groggy T-Bod to his feet, but Simon Singleton dashes down the ladder and into the ring, grabbing a chair as he does so. Dan is ready however, and nails Simon with a running enziguiri before he can even swing the chair. It falls to the floor beneath Black, who picks Simon up, underhooks the arms-- PITCH BLACK (Angel’s Wings) on to the chair! Simon’s face is mashed into the metal! COLE From a winning position to out cold, all because Cornette wanted the NNMX to deliver a spectacular blow to T-Bod! Indeed, Cornette is frantic at ringside at the sight of his boys out cold in the ring. Dan and T-Bod grab the unconscious NNMX and throw them out of the ring, onto Cornette! NNMX and manager meet in a pile of bodies. Black T nod at each other, and fetch the ladder that’s resting against the ropes. CABOOSE This has got to be it! Black T get back what’s rightfully theirs! The crowd starts up a G-P-X! chant, but Johnny and Scotty are being loaded onto stretchers. Dan and T.Bod slowly, wearily start to climb the ladder. Jivin’ J.R. busts out all kinds of dance moves in anticipation of Black T’s victory! Dan is almost at the top, reaching for the belts! Johnny Jackson gets off the stretcher, pushing away the medics who try and restrain him! Scotty Static follows suit! GPX run back down to the ring and slide into the ring. They climb up the ladder after Black T and slug them in the back, stopping their progress. Scotty Static climbs up over T-Bod and kicks him on the top of the head. Scotty tries to grab the titles, but T-Bod hangs onto his trunks. Scotty turns, kicks T-Bod again, and moves down to grapple him around the waist. With a huge effort, Static lifts the weakened T.Bod up for a... ...FLYING PILEDRIVER OFF THE LADDER! T-Bod's head bounces off the canvas, he clutches his neck. Scotty takes a minute to pick himself up, as Dan Black and Johnny exchange blows on top of the ladder. Static climbs up to rejoin his partner, and they double team Dan before trying to push him off the ladder. Black won’t go, however, so GPX try something different…standing either side of Dan, grabbing him across the chest… …and GPX jump off with a Spanish Fly (flipping Rock Bottom) off the top of the ladder! Dan Black just DETONATES with the canvas! The impact takes a lot out of GPX too, clutching their midsections on the mat. The crowd is going crazy for GPX, stomping their feet and pleading with them to climb the ladder to victory. Slowly, Johnny and Scotty scrape themselves off the mat, up the ladder to the top! They reach the titles-- but Jivin’ J.R. is in the ring, and tries to push the ladder over! COLE No! Get out of there JR! GPX won this fairly, overcoming all the odds! T-Bod, face bloodied, eyes glassy, rolls onto his back and yells something at JR. JR looks at him, nods, and releases the ladder. GPX grab both sets of belts! HUUUUUGE POP! * DING DING DING DING DING * BUFFER The winners of the match, and NEW OAOAST WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS- THE GLLLLLLLLLOBAL PAAAAAAAAAARTY XXXXXXXXXXXCHANGE~!~!~! GPX’s music rocks the house as Johnny and Scotty embrace on top of the ladder, proudly displaying the tag titles! J.R. tends to Dan and T-Bod as medics rush in to deal with both Black T and NNMX! COLE Was that just SPORTSMANSHIP we saw from T-Bod? CABOOSE He called J.R. off. Black T are all about class, and T-Bod just made a real classy move. But don’t worry. They’ll be back. Put them in a real match, 2 on 2 with normal rules, and no one can beat Black T. COACH It’s been carnage out there. I don’t know if any of these men will be in action again any time soon. COLE That’s how important these tag titles have become, Coach. I can’t help but feel even greater challenges are waiting for the GPX just around the corner! CABOOSE Not to mention Hell’s Hitmen… GPX climb down the ladder, and exit the ring. The crowd give them a huge ovation, and even clap Black T and NNMX as they are helped out by various ring crew and medics. COLE GPX have done it. They are now the undisputed OAOAST tag team champions. The infamous tinted blue belts can now rest in peace. Big props to all the teams. Edited August 29, 2004 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 28, 2004 (edited) The arena lights dim, and ominous music begins to play as the steel cage begins to lower from the rafters. The crowd begins to cheer in anticipation as it gets closer and closer to the ring. COLE Well fans...we're just about set for the Steel Cage match. Panther vs Bryte. It appears that despite Panther's knee injury, this thing is still gonna go on. CABOOSE Which I think goes to show just what a blundering idiot Bill Watts truly is. Chris Bryte doesn't want this match! He shouldn't even be having a rematch with Panther as many times as he's beaten him! And to top it off, Panther SHOULDN'T be competing in this match! He's in no shape to wrestle! He said it himself! COLE Well it's happening. Panther is intent on ending his rivalry with Chris Bryte here tonight. Will a man's career be ended in the process? We'll find out in just a few moments! By now, the cage has lowered to cover the ring, and we cut over to Michael Buffer, who stands on the floor with a mic in hand. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a STEEL CAGE MATCH, and is scheduled for one fall! The only ways to win this match are to pin your opponent, or make him submit. A blue hue covers the arena as "It's Goin' Down" hits the PA system. White strobe lights begin to flash on the entrance as well. Watch them flee! Watch them flee! Wa...Wa...Watch them flee! [hip hop hits] *Scratch**Scratch* And you do it like this... The crowd voices its disapproval as Chris Bryte struts out from the back with a huge smile on his face, with Kevin Yancy Taylor following closely behind. Bryte removes his trademark shades and scours the arena, getting an incredible amount of heat as he raises his arms into the air. Taylor pats his nephew on the back, and together, the two head down to the cage. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce first, hailing from Topeka, Kansas! Accompanied to the ring by his uncle and media representative, Kevin Yancy Taylor...he's weighing in tonight at 175 pounds...here is the self-proclaimed Brytest Rising Star in all of the OAOAST: CHRRRIIIIIS...BRRRYYYYYTE!!!! The crowd boos once again as Bryte and Taylor continue their path to ringside. Once there, Bryte orders one of the ringside attendants to hold the cage door open for him. The attendant does so, reluctantly, and Bryte swats him away as he climbs up the stairs and enters the cage. Once inside the ring, he begins to dance around, doing an Ali shuffle before jogging around the ring with his hands held high. COLE Look at the arrogance of that man! COACH Yeah. Thursday night, just the thought of the cage nearly drove him out of his mind. Now he seems perfectly at home in there. CABOOSE Of course, because Coach, what reason does Bryte have to be afraid? I mean, again, he's already beaten Panther! He's beaten him every single time they've stepped into the ring. Bryte's got Panther's number, and he knows it. COLE Of course, that knee injury has nothing to do with Bryte's sudden change of heart about this match. CABOOSE I'm glad you agree. COLE I...I...what?! Bryte's now facing the entrance, moving his hands in a "bring it" fashion while yelling to the referee "Bring him on! Bring him on"! Bryte's music dies down and "State Prop (You Know Us)" hits the PA system. The crowd comes to its feet as the arena fades to black, and after approximately 5 seconds... *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM* ...the arena is rocked by a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE pyro blast. Flashing red and white spotlights swarm the arena, roaming the crowd momentarily before converging on the entrance, where Panther and Tina appear through a thick cloud of smoke. Panther's limping noticably, which prompts Tina to ask him if he's sure he wants to go through with this match. Panther defiantly shrugs her off, and as the horns begin to blare in the background, Panther raises his arms high above his head, holding the pose momentarily as white spotlights illuminate the set behind him. Then, he snaps his arms down by his side, and on cue, the spotlights disperse about the arena. With fire in his eyes, Panther grits his teeth and starts down to ringside. BUFFER His opponent...being accompanied this evening by the lovely Tina, hailing from Philadelphia, PA, weighing in tonight at 194 pounds, here is the one-and-only Champion of Champions: PAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTHEEEEEEERRRRRRR~! The crowd pops in the background as Panther limps closer and closer to the ring. Once he reaches ringside, Panther tries to climb the stairs, but hurts his knee when doing so. Tina immediately rushes to his side. CABOOSE Do you see that? Huh? COLE Yeah...Panther's knee giving him trouble. CABOOSE He's in no shape to be competing here tonight. As Tina continues to attend to Panther, Kevin Taylor rushes up beside them: "Aww, does it hurt?", says Taylor, drawing a sharp "FUCK OFF!" from Tina. Taylor just looks on, smiling as Panther begins walking around ringside, trying to block out the pain in his injured knee. COACH You know what, 'Boose, I gotta agree with you here. Panther shouldn't be out here. COLE But you heard what Panther had to say earlier tonight! Who knows what he'd do if he isn't allowed to wrestle this match tonight! He'd probably snap! Again, Tina heads to Panther's side to try and talk some sense into him, but again, he shrugs her off and starts back up the stairs again. Unfortunately, he again hurts his knee, and Taylor's right back there to put the badmouth on him. COLE Someone oughta put a muzzle on him. CABOOSE I like him. He reminds me a lot of myself before the ills of the world got me down. COLE (scoffs) Please. Apparently, Taylor's taken one too many cheap shots at Panther, because now Panther's starting after him. The crowd begins to clamor as Panther begins stalking Taylor around the ring. CABOOSE Hey, c'mon now! Injured or not, this isn't right! COLE Panther's had enough. He's going after Taylor... CABOOSE Can we get somebody out here. Chants of "FUCK HIM UP, PAN-THER" start up in the crowd, but they're quickly drowned out by boos as Bryte blindsides Tina and slams her headfirst into the side of the cage! COLE HEY WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! That piece of garbage just attacked Tina! Boos echo throughout the arena as Tina falls to the arena floor clutching at her already-damaged head. With Tina down, Bryte then turns his attention to Panther. He creeps around the ring, and just as Panther is about to get his hands on Taylor, Bryte comes up from behind and catches him with a judo chop to the head, knocking him to his knees. Taylor laughs manaically as Bryte straddles Panther's back and just begins ripping and clawing at his face. He then brings Panther back to his feet by his hair and slams him facefist into the side of the cage, causing him to stagger back and fall to the floor. Bryte flashes a smile to the crowd as some of the ringside fans begin tossing trash in his direction. CABOOSE Think Panther's regretting that decision to take this match tonight? Officials are now at ringside attending to Tina, who appears completely out of it on the floor. Meanwhile, Bryte looks down at the fallen Panther, who's trying as best he can to pull himself back up to his feet. BRYTE Uncle Kev...GET ME A CHAIR! COLE Oh no! Don't... With a grin on his face, Taylor prances around to the timekeeper's table, SLAPS Michael Buffer to the floor, then grabs his chair. Meanwhile, Bryte has lifted Panther back to his feet and is now dragging him back around to the cage door. He pauses over Tina's body, taking a moment to give her a HARD soccer kick to the head before dragging Panther over to the cage door and shoving him through. In the ring, Panther tries to scramble back to his feet, but his knee gives out, and he ends up falling back to the canvas. He tries once again to get back to his feet, but again, his knee is too injured, and he falls right back down. Bryte smiles from the outside as Panther rolls around on the mat clutching at his knee. Just then, Taylor walks up to him and hands him the chair. Bryte slides it into the ring, then starts into the ring himself, taking a chain and padlock. With the crowd boos raining down on him, Bryte as he begins to chain the door shut. COLE C'mon, NO! This is...this is uncalled for! CABOOSE Hey...this is what Panther wanted! Nobody can get in, and nobody can get out! Bryte puts the padlock on the door, then shakes to to make sure that--indeed--there is no escape from this cage. On the outside, officials begin carrying the injured Tina back to the locker room. Taylor tauntingly waves goodbye to her, pulls out the key to the padlock he gave Bryte...and SWALLOWS it for good measure. COACH That CAN'T be healthy! Taylor is all smiles as he turns back to the cage and faces Bryte. That smile slowly fades, however, when he peers behind Bryte. Bryte just looks at him from the cage, confused as Taylor begins jumping up and down and pointing in his direction. Things become all too clear, though, as Bryte turns around and comes face to face with Panther, who's not only standing, but he's also hopping up and down on his "INJURED" leg! CABOOSE OH MY GOD, IT'S A SET UP!!!!!!!!! GET OUTTA THERE BRYTE! RUN!!!!!! Bryte shakes his head in disbelief, as tears now begin to flow from his eyes. He quickly turns back to the cage door and tries to open it, forgetting that he himself locked the door just a moment. Bryte shakes the door violently as, on the outside, Taylor rams his finger down his throat in an effort to try and bring the key back up. But both their efforts are futile as Panther, with a smile on his face a mile wide, comes up from behind and grabs Bryte by the hair, dragging him out to the center of the ring. Bryte flails his arms wildly in a desperate attempt to defend himself, but again, it does him no good as Panther turns and sends him sailing face first into the side of the cage! Bryte flops to the canvas and the referee calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* COLE And there you have it, folks! This match is now underway... CABOOSE This is not fair! Panther...HE WAS INJURED!!!! COLE But obviously, he's not injured, Caboose! It was all a ploy! CABOOSE Of all the low down, dirty tricks I've seen in my day, this takes the cake! Panther pulls Bryte--who's now openly weeping--back to his feet. Bryte begins pleading with Panther: "NOOOOOOO!!!!! PLEASE NO!!!!!! I'M SORRY-Y-Y-Y"! *CRASH* Panther sends him sailing right back into the cage! The crowd pops as Panther strolls back over to the door, where a helpless Kevin Taylor looks on from the outside. Panther points at him and laughs, causing Taylor to LITERALLY flip on the outside. TAYLOR YOU BASTAAAAARD!!!!!!! YOU NO GOOD BASTARD! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!!!!!! I HATE YOU!!!! Panther flips him off (much to the crowd's delight), then reaches into his shorts and pulls out a small chain, and as Bryte begins to pull himself back to his feet, Panther wraps the chain around his fist and starts to measure him. CABOOSE Look out, Bryte! Look out! COLE Panther's got that chain! This doesn't bode well for Bryte! When Bryte reaches his feet, Panther moves in and ROCKS him with a hard shot with the chain, causing him to flop backwards and go flailing up against the top rope. Bryte's momentum causes him to bounce off the ropes and right back into Panther, who catches him with another chain-assisted right that sends him into the ropes again. Bryte bounces off a second time, and gets nailed with ANOTHER right, this one sending him into a seated position up against the cage, and with Bryte down, Panther turns to the crowd and snaps his right fist into the air, drawing a strong pop in return. On the mat, Bryte holds his mouth with his right hand, pulling it back to see that he's bleeding from his bottom lip. With a look of fury building on his face, Bryte pulls himself back to his feet and charges at Panther with a full head of steam, only to find the small chain wrapped around his throat. Bryte's waves his arms like a madman as Panther pulls back as hard as he can on both ends of the chain, slowly but surely choking the rookie to the canvas. Bryte's arms begin to slow as he slumps down into a seated position, at which point, Panther shoves him down to the mat, then drives the flat of his boot into the bridge of his nose. Bryte clutches at the side of his face and lets loose a loud scream after the stomp, and it's at this point that Panther raises his right leg and plucks a bloody razor blade from the bottom of his boot. COLE Oh my God! COACH He just stomped him with a razor attached to his boot? COLE This is brutal! Bryte pulls himself back up to a knee, revealing a rather deep cut on his right cheek, just next to his nose. He tries to rise back to a vertical base, but Panther comes up from behind and forces him back down with a rear naked choke. Bryte squirms, trying to free himself from Panther's grasp, but to no avail as Panther takes the razor blade, places it at the left side of his forehead... CABOOSE Oh wait a minute now! THIS is going too far!!!!!! ...a frantic Taylor begins to pound the steel mesh as Panther SLOWLY drags the blade from one side of Bryte's forehead to the other, causing Bryte to let loose a bloodcurdling scream. Bryte falls to the canvas clutching at his face, as fans begin chanting "HOLY SHIT" at ringside. CABOOSE How sadistic can this man be?! COLE Panther is absolutely torturing Chris Bryte in this ring! CABOOSE And these sick fans are cheering it! How in the hell can these people cheer what Panther is doing to Chris Bryte! To a human being! COACH Because they know that Bryte deserves everything he's getting. Bryte's face is the proverbial crimson mask as Panther yanks him back to his feet by his hair. Panther gets right up into Bryte's face, shouting all sorts of obscenities at him before driving a swift knee to his gut. A second. He then charges forward and sends Bryte's head sailing into the steel mesh one more time! On the outside, Taylor is now covering his eyes. COACH Taylor looks like he's gonna have an aneurysm out there. COLE Heh. Panther may kill two birds with one stone. CABOOSE That's not funny. Poor Kevin...POOR CHRIS! Panther grabs Bryte by the hair and mashes his face up against the cage as hard as he can--almost as if he's trying to shove his head straight through. Panther then begins raking his face back and forth across the mesh, causing Bryte to scream bloody murder once more before being yanked back down to the canvas. The camera shows a close up of the cage, giving viewers at home a good glimpse of Bryte's blood (and it's a lot) running down the steel mesh. We then shift focus back to the action, with Bryte once again pulling himself back up to his knees as Panther coolly walks over to the chair that Bryte brought in before the match. The crowd begins to clamor as Panther lifts it up off the canvas. CABOOSE Oh my God, no! Hasn't he done enough? Panther turns back to Bryte, who extends his bloody hands forward, screaming "NOOOOOOO!" as the chair-wielding Champ of Champs advances on him. Out of desperation, Kevin Taylor begins climbing the side of the cage, hoping to somehow help his injured nephew. Panther spies him out of the corner of his eyes, and just for the hell of it, he turns and swats the cage with the chair, smashing Taylor's fingers in the process. Taylor falls and hits hard off the arena floor, much to the crowd's delight, and Panther turns back to Bryte. Bryte begs and pleads for Panther to spare him, but Panther doesn't listen. He walks up to the bloodied Bryte, raises the chair high above his head, and-- *WHAM* ,,,BRYTE RACKS HIM WITH A LOW BLOW! The crowd boos LOUDLY as Panther drops the chair and clutches at his groin. Then, Bryte spring back to his feet, grabs Panther's arm and drives him back to the canvas with an STO! Both men roll around on the canvas as the crowd continues to boo. CABOOSE What about that, gang? What resilience from Chris Bryte! All of the punishment that he took from Panther...after all that sadistic bastard has done thus far, Bryte still has it in him to put up a fight! Give him credit! . Both men pull then pull themselves back to a vertical base, reaching their feet at roughly the same time. Panther's still somewhat dazed as he turns back to face Bryte, only to be caught and driven down with a second STO, this one causing the back of his head to bounce off of the steel chair. Bryte wastes no time in going for the cover. He hooks the leg... 1... 2... NO! Panther's able to kick out just before the count of three! COLE Bryte nearly stole this thing! CABOOSE Stole?! STOLE?! What match are you watching, Cole! I see no stealing from Chris Bryte! What I see is the most valiant effort in the history of professional sports by the Brytest Rising Star in this industry! Give him his credit, Cole! C'mon! Panther's clutching at the back of his head as he pulls himself back up to a kneeling position. Suddenly, Chris Bryte moves in on him, catching him with a HARD kick right to the side of the head. A second shot right to the chest sends Panther leaning backwards on his knees. Then Bryte--breathing heavily and spewing blood all over the place--takes two steps back, then gets into a martial arts stance. He then sends another kick Panther's way, but the foot is caught. The crowd pops as Panther pulls himself back to his feet--still with Bryte's foot in hand--and puts him on his back with a double leg takedown. Panther then cinches up on Bryte's legs, possibly looking to slingshot him into the cage, but before he gets the chance, Bryte reaches up, grabs him by the head and claws his eyes. It takes that and about 5 or 6 right hands to break Panther's grip, sending him staggering back up against the ropes. Bryte then pulls himself back to his feet, wipes the blood from his eyes and charges in at Panther-- *CRASH* --only for Panther to sidestep him and send him facefirst into the cage one more time. The dazed youngster staggers right back to into a rear waistlock from Panther, and the crowd pops HUGE as he takes him up and over with a tremendous German suplex. The crowd goes wild as Panther comes back to his feet with a look of intensity in his eyes. CABOOSE Oh no! Not this!! COLE It's vintage Panther, fans! Bryte pulls himself up to a knee, still feeling the effects of the German...among the other things that's happened to him thus far. He once again wipes the blood from his eyes, pushes himself back to his feet and lunges at Panther with a clothesline, only to have Panther duck under, wrap him up in another rear waistlock and drill him with yet another German suplex! The crowd pops once more as Panther springs to his feet and shoots yet another intense glare into the camera. He then turns back to Bryte and motions for him to get back up, begging and pleading as we've seen so many times before. The crowd claps and stomps in unison as Bryte crawls over to the ropes and uses them to pull himself back back to his feet. When Bryte reaches a vertical base, Panther comes up from behind, grabs another rear waistlock, and--NO!!!! Bryte fires off a reverse elbow that breaks Panther's grip. Undaunted, Panther grabs another rear waistlock and once again tries for a German, but Bryte fires two more elbows to his jaw, breaking the grip again. Panther's relentless, though, and begins pounding Bryte's blood-soaked head with ultra-STIFF forearms. Once he feels Bryte's been weakened enough, he grabs another rear waistlock and pulls back for the German, but Bryte desperately grabs top rope to prevent it again. The fans feverishly cheer Panther on as he tries with all his might to yank Bryte from the ropes, but just as he begins losing his grip...Bryte fires off a mule kick, once again catching Panther in the groin. COLE Damn it! Bryte with another low blow! CABOOSE Please! You're complaining about low blows in a PANTHER match? COLE Well... CABOOSE Exactly! Shut up! Panther staggers back out to the center of the ring, where a high kick from Bryte sends him back to the mat. Panther quickly tries to recover and pull himself back to a standing position, but Bryte hits off the ropes and decks him with a yakuza kick right to the face. Bryte staggers back into the ropes and raises his right fist, drawing more boos from the crowd. Bryte then wipes the blood from his eyes and begins to measure Panther, who's again trying to get back to his feet. Once Panther reaches a knee, Bryte bounces off the ropes and comes at him at full speed-- *CRACK* --ONLY TO HAVE HIS SHINING WIZARD ATTEMPT BLOCKED BY A STEEL CHAIR TO THE KNEE! Bryte staggers back, clutching his knee, but a second shot to the knee from Panther puts him down on the canvas. Panther returns to his feet and begins to unload on Bryte's knee, firing off shot after shot after shot after shot after BY GOD shot! COLE He is wearing out the knee of Chris Bryte! Panther turns the chair upside down and drives its edge into the upper thigh. He then drives it two times into the crook of Bryte's knee. Bryte reaches up and grabs the edge of the chair, hoping to wrest it away from Panther. The two have a very brief tug of war that ends Panther takes the flat of his boot and drives it into Bryte's chest, knocking him onto his back. He then looks down at Bryte's leg, flashes a wicked smile and... *CRACK* ...hammers his knee with another HARD shot! Bryte cries out once more and clutches at his knee as "Panther" chants echo throughout the arena. COLE Panther is relentless! He is absolutely assaulting Chris Bryte's knee, and that's a smart move, guys! Panther knows that Bryte has that martial arts background! A great deal of his offense comes from those kicks of his! By taking out Bryte's legs, Panther takes out Bryte's main weapon! Sound strategy on the part of Panther! COACH Yeah, but I really don't think that's his motivation at all, Mikey. Panther could give a damn about strategy right now, he's just trying to hurt Bryte anyway he can. CABOOSE You know, maybe I need my brain checked, because for once I agree with you. Right now, Panther only cares about one thing, and that's torturing Chris Bryte! Panther yanks on Bryte's leg, hoping to hyperextend it. He does this once more before stepping over and dropping down with a Mr. Perfect-style knee crusher, causing the Bryte man to scream once more. Panther then extends Bryte's injured leg out on the mat, pushes up against it and drives both his knees right into Bryte's knee. Back to his feet goes Panther as he grabs the opposite leg and turns into it with a spinning toe hold. The crowd "WHOO's" in anticipation as Panther grabs the injured leg, pulls it towards him and falls back with a figure four leg lock. The crowd cheers and chants "PANTHER" once again as Panther applies pressure to the hold. Bryte shoots his hands outward, hoping to be able to catch the ropes, but unfortunately for him, they're no where to be found; the hold is applied right in the center of the ring. To make matters worse, Panther begins pulling himself towards the ropes, then reaches up himself and grabs the middle rope for leverage. Bryte screams and flails his arms wildly as the referee moves in and admonishes Panther. REFEREE C'mon, Panther! Break the hold! Break it! 1...2...3...4...5!!!! I SAID BREAK THE HOLD, DAMN IT! Panther just looks at him and laughs, realizing that he can't be disqualified. Panther then cinches up on the ropes even further, causing Bryte to scream even louder as the fans continue to rally behind him. Finally, the ref moves in and kicks Panther's hands off the rope, drawing huge heat from the capacity crowd. COACH Now what the hell was that? CABOOSE A good call if you ask me! COACH But it's no disqualification! CABOOSE Who cares? He's trying to break the man's leg! This is a man's well-being we're talking about here. The crowd cheers an angry Panther on as he stalks the referee back to the far buckle, voicing his disapproval of the last call. This gives Bryte some time to get himself together. He slowly pulls himself back up to a knee and reaches into his kick pad and pulls out some kind of foreign object. Panther spots this from the corner of his eye and heads over to prevent Bryte from using the object, but as soon as he moves in, Bryte hops back to his feet and squirts some kind of liquid into his face. Panther falls to his knees, clutching his face with both hands. COLE My God, what the hell was that?! COACH I dunno. Is that mace? Panther pushes himself back to his knees, coughing as he brings himself back to his feet. He brings his hands down from his face, hoping to go back on the attack, but Bryte's waiting on him and sprays him again. Panther goes staggering blindly back up against the ropes, at which point, Bryte moves in and grabs his throat with both hands. With the ref admonishing him, Bryte pushes the back of Panther's head up against the steel cage, at which point, he begins laying into him with HARD right hands! To the jaw! To the temple! To the side of the head. He then takes a step back and allows Panther to drop back down to his knees, again rubbing at his face and gasping to try and get air back into his lungs. After taking a pause to taunt the crowd, Bryte moves back in, lifts Panther back to his feet and slams the back of his head up against the cage! Again! A third time, after which, Panther shoves Bryte away and staggers out to the center of the ring to gather himself. Bryte stays on him, though, limping out behind him and grabbing by the back of the head. Panther tries in vain to swat him away as Bryte charges forward and sends Panther sailing hard into the steel. This time, it's Panther flopping back to the canvas, and the crowd boos as Bryte hovers above him. Bryte wipes his face with his right hand holds it out in front of him, getting a good look at the blood. A look of anger flashes across his face as he reaches down and muscles Panther back up to his feet. CABOOSE Uh oh! I think he's getting ready to return the favor, gang! Panther again tries to fight Bryte off, but to no avail as he turns and sends him flying into the mesh with such force that he himself falls to the mat. Bryte tries to pull himself back up to a vertical base, but he hurts his injured leg in doing so, and ends up falling back to the canvas. Undaunted, Bryte crawls over to Panther fallen body, mounts him and just begins pounding him with stiff right hand shots to the forehead. He then digs his fingernails into his head, scratching and clawing as best he can, trying to tear Panther's flesh. Bryte fires off two more right hands to the head before bringing Panther back up to his feet. Just as Panther did earlier on, Bryte presses Panther's face up against the steel mesh; on the outside, Taylor runs up to the cage and begins taunting the Champ of Champs. Panther manages to shove Bryte away, but the rookie comes back with a kick right to the ribs that sends him staggering back into the buckle. Bryte clutches at the injured leg for a moment before coming in and nailing Panther on the jaw with a charging forearm. He then presses Panther's back up against the buckle and just begins ripping into him with chop after chop. Forearm after forearm. Panther tries to fight his way out of the corner, but Bryte buries a knee into his gut, knocking the wind out of him. Pain is etched on both men's faces as Bryte places his open palm over Panther's face and uses it to shove his head and neck back over the buckle. Bryte then climbs up onto the rope for leverage (as if he were setting up for a 10-count punch), and there, with Panther's head still pressed up against the buckle, he leans in and takes a big bite out of Panther's forehead. He then turns away, spitting out what appears to be a mixture of blood and skin! COACH Ew! COLE No finesse at all here! CABOOSE Yeah, and I've got a feeling that it'll only get uglier from here. Bryte hops down from the buckle, allowing Panther--who's now bleeding slightly from the forehead--to pull away and rest up against the top rope. Bryte once again clears the blood from his eyes as he limps back over to Panther, catching him with a kick right to the hip. He follows that up with a hard forearm to the head, then grabs Panther's head with both hands and presses it up against the mesh once again. Panther tries to pull away, but to no avail as Bryte runs his face all the way across the side of the cage--from corner to corner--slamming Panther's head up against the top turnbuckle for good measure. He presses Panther back up against the buckle once more, and gets right back up into his face. BRYTE BLEED, MOTHERFUCKER! BLEEEEEEEEEEED! Panther manages to shove Bryte away momentarily, and when he comes back in, Panther catches him with a hard right hand to the jaw! Bryte tries to come back with one of his own, but Panther beats him to the punch with a right that sends him staggering back out towards the center of the ring. The crowd begins to cheer, sensing a Panther comeback on the horizon, but when Panther charges in Bryte's direction, drops to a knee and sticks out his elbow, causing Panther to catch it right in the gut. Panther runs into the elbow with such force that he flips over and lands in a seated position on the mat. He sits their for a moment or so, clutching at his ribs before pulling himself off the canvas and trying to get back to his feet. Bryte's measuring him, though, and as soon as Panther reaches a kneeling position... *CRACK* ...Bryte hits off the ropes and blasts him on the jaw with a rolling Koppu kick. COLE What a shot by Bryte! COACH He may have him here! Panther's down and out on the mat after that kick--seemingly ripe for the pickings--but Bryte's unable to capitalize right away, as he hurt his knee again when delivering the move. Kevin Taylor shouts words of encouragement from the outside as Bryte sits up off the canvas and pounds his injured leg before pulling himself over to Panther's prone body and draping himself on top of him. The ref slides in position to make the count... 1... 2... NO! Panther gets the shoulder up after two! Frustrated, Bryte shoves him back down and covers him again, this time hooking the leg for... 1... 2... NNNOOOO! Again, Panther kicks out! The fans pop slightly in the background as Bryte look on in disbelief! COLE Panther able to kick out again! Bryte can't believe it! He thought he had him! CABOOSE Don't worry about it, Bryte! Just stay on him! Stay on him! With a crazed look in his eye, Bryte digs his fingernails into the open wound on Panther's forehead, causing him to squirm and grit his teeth in pain. Bryte then rolls Panther onto his stomach and drives his uninjured knee his back, pulling back on his head and nailing him with a stiff crossface forearm to the bridge of the nose. He nails him with a second before locking his arms up under his chin (Crippler Crossface style) and just starts wrenching back on the head. Panther screams and begins clawing at Bryte's hands as he cranks back on the hold as far as he possibly can. The "PANTHER" chants start up once more as the fans try to rally Panther out of the hold. Panther continues to claw at Bryte's hands, and with the chants growing louder and louder, Panther manages to free himself from Bryte's grip. He's unable to go anywhere, however, as Bryte's knee is still planted into his back, and with Panther still prone on the mat, Bryte pulls his head back and blasts him with two more crossface forearms before straddling his back, dragging him up to his knees and applying a choke sleeper. The crowd boos as Bryte falls back to the mat with Panther. COLE Bryte with another hold applied to Panther! He's got this choke locked in. CABOOSE Yeah, and again I ask you two to give this man some credit. This guy has been through hell and back in this match! He's lost all types of blood...he's got an injured leg, but he's still going! And not only is he still going, but he may be moments away from winning this thing here! COLE Oh, I'll give Bryte his credit! No one ever said that the kid wasn't tough! No one said that he wasn't a great athlete! The fact of the matter is that when Chris Bryte isn't being a complete jackass, he can get it done in this right. CABOOSE "A complete..." (scoffs). Please, Cole! Well you just pay attention, because I think Bryte's gonna get it done any moment now! Panther's starting to fade. Indeed. Panther's right arm, which initially waved high in the air, is now lying limp on the canvas. Sensing that Panther's been weakened enough, Bryte shifts slightly to Panther's right side, allowing his shoulders to fall flat on the mat. The referee slides in position to count the fall... 1... 2.. THR--NO!!!!! Panther raises his left shoulder off the mat. Angered, Bryte tightens his grip on the chokehold, attempting to choke the last bits of life out of the Champ of Champs. It appears to work, as once again, Panther's left shoulder falls to the mat, and the ref drops down to his side to count... 1... 2... HE GOT HIM--NO HE DIDN'T!!!!! Panther again raises the left shoulder, causing Bryte to kick the mat in frustration. The fans begin to chant Panther's name again as Bryte lifts Panther up to a seated position, straddling his back in order to gain more leverage. Kevin Taylor looks on intently from the outside as Bryte continues to apply pressure to the hold, but by now, the fans have gotten into Panther, and are getting his adrenaline to flow. Panther's right fist shoots up into the air, drawing a huge pop from the crowd as he begins to fight his way back to his feet. Bryte rises with him, trying as best he can to maintain the hold, but his attempts appear useless as Panther reaches a standing position. With the crowd surging behind him, Panther turns into the hold and fires off an elbow to the gut. A second. Panther then charges forward, possibly looking to sling Bryte into the cage, but Bryte wisely releases his grip, sending Panther headfirst into the steel himself. Panther's out of it as he stumbles back into the waiting arms of Bryte, who then tucks his head Panther's left armpit, hooks his arms around his waist and dumps him right on his head with an oh so DANGEROUS backdrop driver! The crowd gasps collectively as Panther's body falls limp to the mat. CABOOSE It's over! There's no way he gets up from that! COLE Bryte with that backdrop driver...Panther just got dumped right on the back of his head...my God I think he's out! He's gotta be out. Kevin Taylor is praising the Lord on the outside as Bryte pushes himself back to his feet, now somewhat wobbly from the blood loss he's sustained. He has a smug look on his face as he gazes down at Panther, who's not unconscious, but moving very slightly. Bryte's arrogance begins to shine through as he runs his hands over his face and flicks his blood down onto Panther. He then leans over and slaps him in the back of his head. COLE Oh! How humiliating! CABOOSE I love it! Panther slowly begins to push himself up onto his knees forearms as Bryte stands above him, berating him. He slaps Panther upside the head once more. He does it again, and Panther slowly begins to crawl forward, reaching for the steel chair, which is lying directly in front of him. Panther's only able to get his fingertips on the chair, when it's kicked away by Bryte (drawing LOUD boos from the crowd). Bryte's all smiles as he catches Panther with a boot to the head that causes him to roll over and onto his back. Bryte then limps over to the steel chair and picks it up off the canvas. The crowd boos as he turns back and eyes Panther. COACH This ain't good for Panther! COLE Not at all! Panther manages to roll back onto his knees, where he tries to shake the effects of Bryte's attack. Bryte waves him on as Panther slowly pulls himself up to a knee, and as soon as he pulls himself back to his feet, Bryte moves in on him, ramming the edge of the chair right into Panther's midsection. The shot doubles Panther over, and with the crowd jeering him every step of the way, Bryte raises the chair high above his head, and... *WHAM* ...brings it down with a HARD shot to the back of Panther's head. Panther drops to the mat like a sack of bricks, and the crowd boos louder than ever as Bryte raises the chair into the air. COLE What a shot by Chris Bryte! CABOOSE And listen to these people! They can't believe their eyes! What a moment, Cole! What a moment, Coach! Look at Taylor on the outside! He's beaming! Taylor's trying--unsuccessfully--to start a "CHRIS BRYTE" chant on the outside as in the ring, Panther hasn't moved a muscle since the chair shot. With a huge grin on his face, Bryte looks into the crowd is signals for the end. CABOOSE You see that, guys? It's all over now! COLE Bryte's gonna try and finish this thing. He reaches down and lifts Panther's body off the canvas, muscling his almost limp opponent back to his feet. Once he's got him up, Bryte scoops Panther up over his shoulder... COACH Uh oh! He's going for the Bryte Out! COLE If he hits this, it'll definitely be all! Bryte is unable to hold Panther's up, and ends up dropping him to the mat; his knee is unable to support the weight. That doesn't prevent him from trying a second time, but this time, when he lifts Panther, his knee completely buckles on him, and he falls to the canvas with Panther landing right on top of him! COLE Bryte's down! The shoulders are down! CABOOSE NO! 1... 2... THRRRRR--NO!!!!!!!!! Bryte manages to force Panther up off of him before the count of three. Panther tries to get back up, but Bryte beats him to his feet and catches him in the temple with a lunging right hand. Bryte then rolls Panther onto his back, and once again begins to claw at the open wound on his forehead. Then, Bryte returns to his feet, limps over to the steel chair and kicks it back out to the center of the ring. COLE What the hell is he setting up for here? Bryte lifts Panther back to his feet and drags him to the chair, and the crowd begins to clamor as Bryte hooks him for a vertebreaker. COLE Oh no! He wouldn't... COACH He would! You saw what he did to Tommy Gunn the other night! COLE Chris Bryte...don't tell me he's gonna give Panther the Bryte Side on the chair! That's what he's got planned, but when he tries to lift him, he again has trouble supporting the weight due to his injured knee. Taylor shakes the cage, rooting him on from the outside as Bryte tries again... ...and this time succeeds in getting Panther up for the move. Things look bleak for Panther as Bryte sets him up with his head hovering right above the chair, but before Bryte's able to drop him, Panther manages to roll off of his back and back to a kneeling position. Before Bryte can react, Panther shoves him forward, sending him crashing facefirst into the side of the cage. Bryte's on Dream street as he stumbles back from the cage... ...and walks head on into a NASTY superkick from Panther! The crowd pops huge in the background as both men fall to the mat! CABOOSE I can't believe this! COLE Chris Bryte is down, but so is Panther! Can Panther come back here? Can he make Bryte pay for all the hell he's put him through over the past few months? CABOOSE I say no! The chants of "PANTHER" echo throughout the arena once again as both Panther and Bryte pull themselves up to their knees. Bryte fires off a right hand to Panther's head, but Panther comes right back with one to Bryte's head. Bryte returns the favor with another right hand, but Panther catches Bryte with another right! Panther doubles up! A third! He rears back for another, but before he can follow through, Bryte reaches forward and catches him with a DEEP eye gouge, halting any momentum Panther was building. Bryte then pushes himself back to his feet, but staggers back into the ropes, once again feeling the effects of the blood loss. Bryte takes a moment to gather himself, allowing Panther some time to get himself back to his feet. As soon as Panther reaches his feet, Bryte charges him with a clothesline, but Panther ducks under and runs into the ropes. Bryte quickly turns around to intercept him, only to get caught right in the kneecap with a low dropkick. Bryte goes right down, favoring the injury as Panther pushes himself to his feet with a look of intensity on his face. COACH I think Panther's starting to feel it! I think he's starting to get FIRED UP!!!!! CABOOSE DAMN IT! Indeed, Panther's firing up, and when Bryte returns to his feet, Panther charges him from behind and KICKS HIS LEG OUTTA HIS LEG! Panther begins to attack the knee relentlessly, stomping it rapidly as Bryte screams in pain on the mat. Panther then brings Bryte back to his feet, where he tucks head under his armpit, bends back the injured knee and lifts Bryte up--OH! But he counters with a thumb to the eye before can complete the move. Panther reaches for his eye, allowing Bryte to catch him by the hair. Bryte then turns to the cage and tries to toss Panther into it, but he reverses the momentum and again sends Bryte crashing into the steel. Bryte staggers back from the cage and right into a boot to the back of the knee. Once again, Panther tucks his head under Bryte's arm, bends back his injured knee and lifts him up off the canvas. However, instead of dropping Bryte down across his knee, Panther charges forward, driving the rookie's knee HARD into the side of the cage. The crowd goes wild as Bryte falls back to the canvas, crying in pain as he clutches at the injury. Panther just looks down on him with a look of hate before running his hands down his face and flicking his own blood onto Bryte. Panther then walks over and grabs the steel chair. CABOOSE Oh no! No! The crowd stirs as Panther picks the chair off the mat and turns back to Bryte with evil intentions. Bryte once again crawls over to the cage door and begins shaking it in another vain attempt to escape the steel structure, but again, it's to no use, as he himself locked the cage at the start of the bout. Bryte bangs against the door in frustration and turns back to face Panther, who's measuring him with the chair... *WHAM* A HARD chairshot to the knee sends Bryte tumbling to the mat in pain. Panther follows up with a second shot to the knee! Then one to the ribs! To the shoulder! To the back! COLE He's snapped! Panther has snapped and he is beating the hell outta Chris Bryte. Taylor looks on helplessly from the outside Panther pounds Bryte repeatedly with the chair. Panther then backs off for a moment, allowing a groggy Bryte to pull himself up to his knees. The crowd cheers loudly as Bryte extends his right hand forward and begins begging off one more time. Panther just looks down at his foe, who now seems to have had a change of heart. CABOOSE Remember, Panther: that man idolized you! He worshipped you! Bryte pounds his chest with his right fist and extends his hand once more, tears flowing down his cheeks as he pleads with Panther to bury the hatchet. Panther looks into the crowd, taking a moment to thing about Bryte's request... *WHAM* Panther nearly caves Bryte's skull in with a vicious chairshot to the head, and the crowd erupts as Bryte's body falls limp to the mat. CABOOSE Damn it! COLE Panther just annihilated Bryte with that last shot! And fans, I would suggest that is all for Chris Bryte! Panther snaps his right fist, bringing the crowd to its feet. He then reaches down, picks up what's left of Chris Bryte and pulls him into a standing headscissors. CABOOSE Oh no! Fight it, Bryte! Fight it! It's no use, as Panther wraps his arms around his waist, whips him up onto his shoulders and snaps him down with Da' Bomb! The pop is deafening as Panther drops down to the canvas and covers Bryte for the... CROWD 1...2...3!!!!!!!! COLE NO WAIT A MINUTE! COACH He pulled him up! Indeed. Panther has a HUGE smile in his face as he yanks Bryte's body up off the canvas. CABOOSE Now what is the point of this?! He's got him beat! COLE This is shades of what Chris Bryte did to Tina a little over a week ago! I'm guessing that Panther wants to inflict a little more punishment. The ref admonishes Panther, but he shoves him aside and drags Bryte back to his feet. Bryte can't even stand on his own as Panther holds him by the hair and tights and launches him headfirst into the side of the cage! Bryte bounces off and falls right back into Panther's arms, who turns him around and launches him into the other side of the cage! Again, Bryte falls back into Panther's arms after hitting the cage, and Panther turns him around and launches him right back into the cage again, this time allowing him to drop to the canvas. The referee again warns Panther, but gets shoved to the mat for his trouble. Panther then reaches down and pulls Bryte back up into a standing headscissors. The cheers Panther on as he whips Bryte up and drops him down a second time in Da Bomb. Panther flashes a smile Taylor's way before planting his boot into Bryte's chest. The referee counts the fall... CROWD 1...2... NO! Panther pulls his boot away and flashes another smile. The ref admonishes him again. CABOOSE This man is just being sadistic! COACH I really think he's gonna try and kill Bryte here! Bryte's not moving a muscle on the mat as Panther grabs the chair one more time. Panther then turns back to Bryte, who's now beginning to stir somewhat. He quickly moves in on Bryte and begins working him over with the chair once again, hammering his legs, arms, check and anything he can hit. Taylor looks on with horror from the outside as Panther lifts Bryte up, turns him over onto his stomach and applies the Truth Infection (Dragon Clutch). The crowd cheers as Panther applies the hold. COLE Panther's got the Truth Infection applied! Chris Bryte is being tortured... CABOOSE This damn Panther is insane! I dunno what the hell Watts was thinking allowing this man to set foot in a ring again! He has no place in wrestling! Panther wrenches back as far as he can on the hold, and the ref is right there to see if Bryte's able to continue. Seeing no signs of life, the ref raises Bryte's free arm once...twice...three times. Each time, the arm falls to the mat, and the referee immediately calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* **CUE "State Prop (You Know Us)" BUFFER Here is you winner: PAAAAAANTHERRRR!!! COLE It's over!!!! Panther has done it! Panther has finally gotten his revenge on Chris Bryte! COACH Oh, I don't think he's done yet, Cole! CABOOSE Make him release the hold. The crowd pops in the background as Panther continues to cinch back on the hold. The bell sounds once more as the referee tries to convince Panther to release the hold. Panther ignores both, though, and the ref ends up having to pull Panther off of Bryte. Panther releases the hold and shoves the ref aside, heading back over to the chair and picking it up off the canvas. The crowd pops as Panther starts back towards Bryte, but before he can do any damage, the ref snatches the chair from his hands. The crowd boos the ref's actions. REF Stop it, Panther! You're gonna kill him! Panther rolls his eyes and shoves the ref to the canvas, earning him another huge pop. He then snatches the chair and walks over to Bryte's prone body. Bryte's still not moving as Panther raises the chair and prepares to swing...BUT AGAIN the ref intervenes, grabbing the opposite end of the chair and preventing Panther from following through. Angered, Panther turns back to the ref, and the two begin to wrestle over the chair. They struggle for a good moment, but naturally, the ref is no match for Panther, and the chair is soon snatched away from him. He doesn't give up though, as he grabs Panther's arm and tries to keep him from attacking Bryte. Fed up with the official's interference, Panther shoves him off, and... *CRACK* ...damn near decapitates him with a vicious chairshot. The ref is KO'd on impact, and Panther turns right back to Bryte and begins working him over again. CABOOSE Can we get some help out here, please?! COLE Panther's trying to end this man's career! He's been pushed to the edge, and he's trying to make Bryte pay for everything that he's done! By now, officials have cut the lock off the door with boltcutters, and they storm the ring, trying to calm Panther down. Panther's having none of that, though, and ends up attacking the officials with the chair, laying him out one-by-one. Once the officials are out of the way, Panther turns back to the fallen Bryte, walks over to him and places the steel chair around the ankle of Bryte's injured leg. CABOOSE Oh my God, can somebody please get him outta here?! Where are the police?! The crowd feverishly anticipate Panther's next move, but before he can finish Bryte off, Kevin Taylor rushes the ring and nails him in the back of the head with a blackjack! COLE Damn it! Taylor's attacked Panther! CABOOSE Yes! I knew there was a reason I liked him. Taylor nails Panther with another hard shot to the head before walking over to Bryte, slapping him across the face to revive him. It works, somewhat, and Bryte helps the injured Bryte back to his feet and drags him over to a corner. Taylor then stomps Panther in the back of the head before heading to the outside and looking underneath the ring. COACH What the hell is he doing now? COLE I dunno! Taylor's going under the ring for something...oh no! Taylor pulls out a can of gasoline from under the ring, and looks in Panther's direction with a smile on his face. COLE For the love of God, no! Don't do that! Taylor heads back into the cage and hits Panther in the head with the gas can. Then, with the crowd booing in the background, Taylor starts to unscrew the lid, and begins to pour gasoline on Panther. COLE This is going too far, damn it! CABOOSE Oh listen to you! It was all good and well for Panther to try and kill Chris Bryte out here a moment ago, but suddenly this is wrong? I say Panther deserves every bit of this. Taylor reaches into his pockets, pulling out two pairs of handcuffs. The crowd begins to cheer, as Tina begins running out to the ring, hoping to help out Panther. But when she hits the cage, Taylor grabs the blackjack and nails her in the head with it, sending her right to the canvas. With Tina down, Taylor picks up Panther by his left arm. He motions for Bryte to help him out, and the battered rookie does so, using all the energy he can muster to grab Panther's right arm, and together, Bryte and Taylor muscle Panther back to the cage and press him up against it. The crowd boos as Taylor hands Bryte one of the pairs of handcuffs... COLE I can't believe what we're seeing here! Panther's won this match, but look at the aftermath! He's been drenched in gasoline, and now Taylor and Bryte have cuffs--WAIT A MINUTE! Panther blasts Taylor with a hard right hand, and then begins hammering away on Bryte, sending him staggering into the cage. Before Bryte even has a chance to react, he finds himself handcuffed to the cage by Panther. The crowd pops in the background. As Bryte struggles to free himself. Panther nails him with another right, then grabs Taylor's set of cuffs off the canvas and uses them to cuff Bryte's other arm to the cage. COLE It backfired!!! Bryte's and Taylor's plan...whatever it was, it just blew right up in their faces. Panther spots Taylor approaching him with a book of matches. Before he gets the chance to act, Panther nails him with a boot to the midsection and drops him with the Panther Cutter. The crowd is on its feet as Panther turns to the helpless Bryte, and grabs the chair! COACH Panther said it and he really meant it! Nothing's gonna stop him from destroying Chris Bryte! Panther turns to Bryte and rears back, but just before he follows through with the shot... TINA leaps into his path! Panther looks at her confused as she extends her hands forward, begging him to put the chair down. COLE What the hell? Why would Tina stop Panther from attacking Bryte? CABOOSE She's probably still got feelings for him! No woman can resist the Chris Bryte charm! COLE Don't be ridiculous! Tina's desperately asking Panther to spare Bryte, and after a moment or two, he listens and drops the chair. The crowd boos as Tina turns to Bryte and flashes a smile. He smiles back at her... COLE Wait a minute! Does she still have feelings for Bryte?! Don't tell me they're in cahoots! Bryte sighs in relief as Panther back away from the chair. The relief is momentary, however, as Tina grabs the gas can, and drenches the chair in gasoline. The crowd cheers as Tina grabs the matches, picks up the chair and lights it on fire! CABOOSE Oh no! With a big smile on her face, Tina rears back and nails Bryte RIGHT IN THE FACE with the flaming chair! The crowd goes crazy as Tina tosses the chair on top of Tina, walks back over to Panther and gives him a big hug. Ring attendants and officials hit the ring to put out the fire as Panther and Tina exit the cage and head back to the locker room. COLE Well, Panther and Tina have finally gotten their revenge on Chris Bryte, and these fans can't be happier. Edited August 29, 2004 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 28, 2004 (edited) The house lights dim as a single green spotlight shines on Michael Buffer. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen the OAOAST in cooperation with Dreamworks Studio and Arista Records brings to you the first ever ALMOST FAMOUS match!! The fans cheer. BUFFER The rules are as follows; the match can only be ended when one team has hit their finisher three times. The team that does that is declared the winner! If The Saints win then Chicks Over Dicks must become their groupies. If Chicks Over Dicks win then The Saints will become their Muses......Without further adieu let’s introduce the special guest referee! I WANT CANDY! I WANT CANDY! The air is polluted by the crowd’s displeasure for the special guest referee. The pop songs lyrics hang in the air for a moment, before Candie steps out onto the entrance stage. Her usual stuck up expression residing on her face, Candie stands at the top of the entrance stage and gazes disapprovingly at the sold out London crowd. Hooked between her arms are two of the hottest hunks England has to offer. They’re dressed in Tarzan like loin cloths that are about a size too short and nothing else. Candie for her part is wearing cut off jeans and a black and white striped halter top. COACH Get a load of that! COLE I’ll say. You take the one on her right and I’ll take the one on her left. COACH I was talking about....never mind. Ya know what? You can have ‘em both. My gift to you. Better grab ‘em before Rick Shirley does! Hahahahahaha! BUFFER The special guest referee is from the City of Angels, Los Angeles, California, she is the reigning OAOAST internet diva of the year and the first lady of professional wrestling she is.......CAAAAANDDIIIIIIIE! The fans nearly drown out the music with their jeers. Candie pays them no mind. She continues to exude pompous superiority as she and her hardbodies walk towards the ring. COLE Candie claimed that she’d call this match right down the middle, but after seeing her actions the past couple of months, I’m lead to think otherwise. Candie has had it in for Alix since day one, there’s no reason why she wouldn’t want to screw her and Krista over. CABOOSE Candie won’t be screwing anyone over. Any blame for the poor calls Candie’ll make tonight should be shifted towards Krista Isadora Duncan, the one who agreed to let Candie ref the match. Candie is helped into the ring by her jungle boys. Her stuffy demeanor won’t even allow her to acknowledge the one fan in the front row who’s actually cheering for her. Candie’s music cuts and is replaced by the opening piano keys of Tiny Dancer by Elton John. LOGAN’S VOICE Blue jean baaaabay. LA laaaaadaay. Seamstress for the baaaaand. Pretty eyed.....pirate smile ya marry a music man Ballerina....ya musta seen her....dancin’ in the saaand And now she’s in me...alwaaays with me....tinay dancer in maaah haaaand. (The drums for the song kick in and the Saints appear on stage riding on the roof of a mini tour bus! The sides of the bus feature paintings of famous British rockers like The Who, The Kinks, The Moody Blues, Oasis and others. Logan’s wearing gaudy pink and gold tights with a “voodoo” statue of liberty on the side and carrying a microphone to continue his song. Synth is decked out in pink leather pants and a golden halo held up by suspenders. The heavenly rockers are not greeted warmly, despite putting on a free performance and singing a song by Britain’s own Elton John.) LOGAN Jesus freaks...out in the streeeeet Handin tickets out for gaaawd Turnin baaaack...she just laughs...the boulevard is not that baaaad. Piano maaahan....he makes his stand...in the audi-tori-um Lookin ahnnn she sings the sooooongs the words she knows....the tune she huuuums. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen appearing courtesy of Arista Records from Las Vegas, Nevada....THE SAAAAINTSSSSS! (Buffer’s announcement is not received warmly by the fans. The tour bus continues to take its sweet time riding down the entrance ramp, as gold and pink pyro shoots out from the top of the “A” and the “S”) LOGAN But oh how it feels so real Lyin here..with no one near Only you...and you can’t hear me When I say softly.....slooowly (The bus stops and the Saints hop off. They reach the ring and are met with a barrage of beer cans and hot dog wrappers from the fans.) LOGAN HOLD ME CLOSER TINY DAAAAAANCER (Logan drops to a knee, gripped by his self important delusion that his singing is actually conveying some sort powerful message.) LOGAN Count the headlights on the highwaaaay Lay me down in sheets of linen Ya had a busy day tadaaaaay Hold me closer tiny daaaaancer Count the headlights on the highwaaay Lay me down in sheets of linen YA HAD A..... How stupid could I be? A simpleton could see That you’re no good for me! After having to sit through the loooong entrances of two detested heels, the crowd comes alive for the arrival of Chicks Over Dicks! Everyone in the arena seems to be thankful for the “Hyper remix” house version of Sarah McLachlan’s hit song interrupting Logan’s piss poor rendition of Elton John’s classic. The steady guitar riff tears through the arena as the A and the S alternate between flickering red and white to the beat of the song. Alix wearing her tie-dyed halter top and matching hot pants, carries a t-shirt gun and shoots few pieces of merchandise into the stands for the rabid fans to fight over. Krista stands at the top of the entrance ramp, looking out at the sold out crowd who’s wildly cheering her team on. It’s her first pay per view appearance, but she doesn’t appear nervous at all. COACH These girls change their entrance music like I change my underwear! CABOOSE You only change your underwear once a month? BUFFER And the opponents, making their OAOAST pay per view debut, from Tinseltown, California.....Krista Isadora Duncan, Alix Spezia.....CHICKS OVER DIIIIIIICKS! COLE How can any decent human root for the Saints to win this match? Tell me how? They’ve been nothing but trifling, egoistical pricks since they first invited Alix and Krista to be their groupies. CABOOSE Correction. Synth has been a prick, Logan hasn’t. But you know it goes with women. Your friend does something to piss one off and you’re cock blocked by association. This match may be unique...but if Synth was a sensible drunk it wouldn’t have needed to happen. Either way even if the Saints lose they still win, because they achieved their goal of getting to be around Krista and Alix, even if it does mean public humiliation. Before stepping into the ring Alix hands her t-shirt gun to a young boy in the front row. She quickly realizes that giving a little kid a weapon that shoot projectiles at 35 miles per hour isn’t the best idea and snatches it back. Leaving the t-shirt gun on the outside she takes her place on the ring apron. Candie politely waves hello to her, but the condescending look on her face tells Alix how she really feels. Synth, who’s in the ring, blows a kiss to Alix and she responds by giving him the finger. It’s a gesture that draws a nice pop from the crowd. Candie leans over the ropes and rudely orders the time keeper to ring the bell. *DING DING DING DING DING DING* Krista and Synth circle each other, sizing one another up and silently forming their own strategy. Synth wears a cocky smirk whereas Krista’s look is deathly serious. The fans lash out at the Saints’ drummer with chants of “Synth sucks” that try to sting his ego like a lethal venom. The two grapplers come together for a short stare down. Synth beams with deluded arrogance and he gives Krista a light slap on the cheek. Krista responds by punching him in the face! The blow only serves to increase the volume of the crowd’s chants. Candie tries to step between the two, but they lock up before she can make a weak effort to restore order. They briefly jockey for position. Synth thinks he’s gotten the upper hand when he pushes Krista down to her knees. He gets a very rude awakening when she suddenly shoves him off and sends him reeling back to a Swiss (neutral) corner! COLE What strategy do the Saints need to use to win this match? CABOOSE They just need to make sure they can hit their finisher three times and the gals can’t. I’d use a bunch of arm submissions. Chicks Over Dicks would be wise to use them also. Armbars for everyone. Except me. Synth leans against the turnbuckle pads. The crowd’s noise level has died down significantly and he’s able to think clearly and formulate a decent strategy. He staggers out from the corner, looking as smug as ever. Pretending to be oblivious to the few anti Synth chants emanating from a few drunken buffoons in the front row, he engages Krista in another lock up. Realizing that he made the mistake of keeping Krista on her feet during the last lock up, Synth brings her down to the mat with a headlock takedown! Synth thinks that he’s got Krista under control and is less then pleased to see her quickly break free of the headlock and get him into a grounded head scissors! Synth kicks out of the move and both wrestlers get to their feet! This time it’s Krista’s turn to take Synth over with a headlock takedown! Synth mimics Krista by going for a head scissors but the West Hollywood blonde whips her head to right and Synth’s legs merely graze her! Synth flops around on the mat like a fish out of water, trying to get Krista to release the hold. Over in the Saints corner, Logan seems to be nettled over his partner’s inability to free himself from a basic hold. Perhaps sensing that his bandmate’s critical eye is locked on him, Synth brings himself to his feet. He gives Krista a HARD elbow to the gut and breaks the hold! Krista keels over and lumbers a bit to the left. She’s more shocked then hurt. She didn’t expect the hold to be broken so suddenly. Synth grabs Krista into a vertical suplex setup and drives her to the mat with lightning quick Snap Suplex! Synth floats over for a pin(?)! A pin that Candie actually counts!! 1 2 KICK OUT! “Candie!!!!” Alix leans over the ropes and hollers at her arch rival. “What are you doing?” “Don’t you yell at your Auntie Candie like that!” Candie gives Alix the ol “neck snap” to show her that she ain’t playin! Synth brings Krista to her feet. He stuns her with two quick right jabs. With his adversary slowly rocking from side to side in a daze, Synth bounces off the ropes and charges towards her! He knocks her flat on her BUTT with a shoulder block! “I.....AM A GOLDEN GOD!” Synth bellows as he puts the boots to Krista’s gut! He leaps into the air. Crooking his arm a tad, he fully intends on driving an elbow into Krista’s stomach! Krista fully intends on not letting him do that! At the last possible second she rolls out of the way and the only thing Synth’s elbow is being driven into is the mat! Synth rolls over on this stomach, holding his elbow and bouncing his feet off the mat. His hair is draped over the top of his face, but we can see that his mouth has curved into an awkward frown. “SYNTH SUCKS” “SYNTH SUCKS!” Krista brings Synth to his feet. She grabs the back of his head, lowers it down and sadistically rakes his eyes across the ropes. At Candie’s request, she lets him go and he falls backwards to the mat, more concerned with eyes then with bracing himself for the impact. While Synth lays on the floor checking to see if the cold blooded diva had ripped his eyeballs out, Krista asks Logan if he still likes what he sees. Logan responds by licking his lips. Krista makes a gagging sound then goes back to work on Synth. She scoops him and tosses him into the ropes. For reasons known only to her, she lowers her head allowing Synth to catch both a break and her with a running PERCUSSION DDT BUT Krista drops to her knees before Synth can drop her to the mat! Synth falls backwards and crashes hard to the canvas! Briefly dazed, he’s unable to stop Krista from leaping into the air and droping an elbow across his chest! “Ooomph!” Synth shouts out as Krista rams her elbow into his pectoralis. Synth tries to roll away from Krista but she holds him in place. After bringing him to his feet, she grabs him and hurls him to his corner with an Irish whip allowing him to make a tag with Logan! CABOOSE Logan’s too soft in the ring. I’ve yet to see the killer instinct needed to make it in this biz from Logan. He’s a lot like Alix. Those two just gingerly go through the match like it’s a game of Candyland. This isn’t Candyland! This is real life! Synth and Krista however are fierce competitors. They hate to lose. I beat Krista in Anglemania 2 for Gamecube and she tossed the controller through the screen. Loggie slowly steps under the ropes and gets into the ring. He starts to get a little nervous when he spots the devilish grin on Krista’s face. What exactly was she planning on doing to him? He wondered. Whatever it was, he had no attention of letting himself find out. He doesn’t want to hurt her, but its either kill or be killed. He leaps into Krista with a lockup, and quickly over powers her, shoving her to ground in the process. Krista’s quick to keep herself on the offense and brings Logan down to her level with a drop toe hold. With Alix and more then a few fans cheering her on, Krista swings over Logan and grabs a side head lock. She wrenches Logan’s head back hoping to do a fair bit of damage with an other wise pedestrian move. Logan grabs a fistful of her cherry scented blonde hair and violently snaps her head back! Krista lets out a soft whimper, so Logan does it again! Krista winces in pain but the attempt to get her to break the hold only makes her more determined to keep it locked on. Logan tries the hair tactic for a third time. A pained moan escapes from Krista’s lips but she flat out refuses to give in! Logan pounds on the mat with his fist before using the same fist to punch Krista in the eye! Krista flinches as her eye starts to involuntarily fill with water. Her grip loosens a tad, just enough that Logan is able to get to his feet. He hammers her with another closed fist, which doesn’t draw a warning from Candie. The blow, while strong, does not accomplish Logan’s goal of loosening the hold. Logan makes an effort to shove Krista to the ropes but the (don’t you dare call her a) diva drops to her knees and a determined look etches itself on her face as she tries to stay planted in position. Logan makes another futile effort to shove her into the ropes, but Krista holds on tight, not even budging an inch! Finally he wraps his hands around her slender waist and lifts her into the air for a back suplex! At the height of the attack, Krista releases her hold on Logan’s neck and flips out the move! Unfortunately she botches her landing and ends up stumbling backwards a bit. This eliminates any offensive advantage she could’ve got and gives Logan enough time to turn around and tag her with a super kick! BUT Krista CATCHES his foot! She gives him a one eighty twirl and pounces on him with a rear face lock. She lifts him into the air and drops him across her outstretched knee, hitting him with the DOWN WITH LOVE and scoring a point for her team!!!! Synth slaps his hand against his forehead, while the fans loudly cheer for the hitting of Krista’s finisher. COLE Down with love! Down with love! Just like that it’s one to zip in favor of COD! CABOOSE Calm down, fanboy. This is a marathon, not a sprint. There’s still a long way to go. Suppressing her anger over the fact that Chicks Over Dicks has taken an early lead, Candie holds her index finger in the air, signaling a point for COD! Logan takes turns between clutching his bruised back and banging his hand against the mat in extreme frustration. The devilish smile returns to Krista’s face as she makes the tag to her much more popular partner Alix. COACH Holla atcha boi, gangsta queen! Me and Alix are hella tight! CABOOSE The hell you are. No one likes you. Quit fooling yourself. Your only purpose here is to serve as my verbal punching bag. But I tire of dressing down such a witless buffoon. Alix steps into the ring and wastes no time in heading over to a now standing Logan. The tomboyish brunette brings the flamboyant rock god to his feet. She drives a few well placed knees into his gut as Synth hollers for his partner to pull it together! Satisfied with the damage done, Alix attempts to toss Logan into the ropes with an irish whip but finds herself being the one to get whipped as Logan reverses the move! Alix runs the ropes and get tossed into the air by Logan who’s looking to flap jack her into oblivion. No such luck! The crowd sits astonished by Al’s agility as she turns a flap jack into a tornado DDT! Logan avoids near doom, by shoving Alix off before she can spike his head into the mat! Alix lands on her feet, and that’s just fine by Logan as he tries to drop her with a clothesline! Alix side steps the move and giggles as she watches Logan breeze by her and clumsily stumble forward. COACH The only thing Logan caught Alix with is a cold. Alix bounces off the ropes and comes running towards Logan. He sticks out an elbow hoping to halt her attack, but finds that lady luck is not on his side tonight as Alix leaps behind him, wraps her arms around his neck and sends him to the mat with a MONA LISA SMILE (running flashback) “FUCK!” Candie and Synth yell simultaneously. Their expletives are barely heard as the British crowd has broken out a “Lets go Alix” chant. Synth can barely contain his rage as he paces back and forth on the apron, hollering at Logan “Get yo shit tagether! YER FUCKIN ERR’THING UP!” COLE Synth is hopping mad! COACH Wouldn’t you be? I know I would be, buddy! If you blew my chance to mac on these smoking hot babes, I’d shank you in the shower. Logan scraps himself up off the mat, his face is twisted in awkward confusion. For the life of him, he can’t fathom how he had put his team down two to nothing. Synth’s constant yelling, coupled with Candie’s stoney glare wasn’t helping matters. He needed to get back on track. Logan tosses out another clothesline and again Alix avoids it, this time by ducking it. Logan turns around to hammer Alix with a punch, but he’s one getting hammered as Alix smacks him with leaping side kick. Alix misjudged her position to Logan just a bit and her boot merely grazes his face. However its enough to send him tumbling backwards to the corner. COLE Alix, Candie and Krista are all natives of California, with Krista and Candie both being from the Los Angeles metropolitan area and Alix being originally from San Jose. All three trained in the OAOAST developmental fed, Pacific Coast Wrestling for various lengths of time. Synth and Logan come from Vegas, but Logan spent most of his life in the upper east side of Manhattan in New York. The confused look still planted on his face, Logan leans against the turnbuckle pad. He rubs his hand against his mouth, checking to see if Alix’s kick has drawn any blood. He starts out of the corner, pointing a menacing finger at Alix, he tries to intimidate the California native. Alix realizes that Logan’s bark is infinitely worse then his bite could ever hope to be and she counters his method of intimidation with a knife edge chop! “WHOO!” Says the crowd. And another! “WHOO!” “Watch the closed fist!” Candie shouts, knowing full well that there was no closed fist. Or any fist for that matter. Alix grabs the top of Logan’s wrist to whip him into the ropes, but Logan shifts his body weight and ends up reversing the whip! Instead of sending her into the ropes and risking her reversing his reversal, Logan brings Alix towards her and nails her in the gut! Seized by pain, Alix doubles over. She starts to cough and clutches her stomach. The fog that had settled over Logan’s head after the Mona Lisa Smile begins to dissipate. His heart starts to jump as he realizes he has Alix in a perfect setup for a PERCUSSION DDT. He crooks his arm around her head, preparing to hit his finishing move. “For Jerrrrrrrry!” Logan shouts, paying tribute to the late Jerry Garcia. Looking on in frustrated amazement, Synth can only watch helpless as Alix counters the Percussion by scooping Logan onto her shoulders and quickly dropping him to the mat with a Samoan Drop! The crowd noisily cheers for the reversal as Logan lies on the mat, wondering how the devil he blew a sure thing. COLE Alix with an awesome DVD! CABOOSE That was a Samoan drop. Do you even know what a DVD is? Do you even know what it stands for? COLE You’re making me sound like a dick. COACH You are a dick. Alix hunches over ever so slightly. She bounces back and forth and fixes a predatory glare on Logan. She wiggles her fingers, motioning for Logan to stand up and be a man! Fearing that his teammate is about to fall victim to a Mona Lisa Smile, Synth hops up and down on the ring ropes, imploring him to make a tag! Always one to ignore good advice, Logan picks himself up. Just as Synth predicted, Alix goes for a MONA LISA SMILE! Her body leaps into the air, and her arm wraps around Logan’s neck! The crowd prepares to go shower the fan favorite with ovation for the match ending move, but their hopes are snuffed out like a camp fire as Logan counters the attack with a DIAMOND CUTTER~! Both competitors hit the ground with a thud. Alix’s face bounces off Logan’s shoulder and her body twists oddly before sprawling itself out on the mat. COLE Logan just scored big time with a Stone Cold Stumper! CABOOSE That was Diamond Cutter. Even Coach knows that. There’s no such thing as a ‘Stone Cold Stumper’. You’ve been in this business for seven years. Your ignorance to the name of these moves as well as basic psychology is appalling. Regardless, Alix could’ve ended the match but Logan kept it going with a smart counter. Candie in another blatant act of disregard for the rules of this match, sets Logan’s arm on Alix’s chest and counts a pin! 1 KICK OUT Tired of Candie’s glaring favoritism, the crowd lets her have it with a “Candie has herpes.” chant! COLE Oh come on. This is getting ridiculous! CABOOSE Krista agreed to let Candie by the guest referee. She knew what kind of person Candie was and who she had grudges against. Candie’s just being herself. Logan grabs Alix by her stringy brown hair and yanks her to her feet. On the apron, Krista lowers her head and grits her teeth as she’s powerless to stop Logan from snapping Alix’s head back and forth with his gloved left hand. Each blow knocks her head around like a tether ball, until finally her entire body staggers back to the ropes. Synth walks over to Alix. He grabs the back of her head and leads her to what was neutral corner. Krista hollers for Candie to do something, but Zack’s better half turns a blind eye to Synth’s cheating. Synth rears her head back, then savagely slams her face into the padded turnbuckle! Alix’s head snaps up as if it was a basketball bounced off a court and she cries out in pain. Fearful of getting driven into the turnbuckle again Alix stumbles towards the center of the ring. Synth has already retreated to his corner full of self satisfaction. Now it’s Logan who’s ready to put the hurt on Alix. Her mind shrouded in an agonizing haze, she walks herself right into a lariat from Logan! Alix hits the mat hard, landing on her head! Rubbing the back of her head, Alix groans softly. Logan circles her. Crouching down, his eyes narrow into slits and his mouth waters as he seizes his up his prey. Still rubbing the back of her head, Alix brings herself to her feet. Logan grabs her free arm and propels her into the ropes. When she rebounds, he steps forward to floor her with a shoulder block. BUT Alix leaps onto his shoulders in position for a victory roll. Not wanting to lose control of the match, a suddenly panic stricken Logan steps forward and Alix slides right off of his shoulders! She lands on her feet, facing him while he’s facing away from her. She’s in perfect position to hit a devastating attack, and she plans on doing just that! The beauty from Beverly Hills grabs Logan’s shoulder and spins him around so that they’re face to face. Logan has zero time to react as Alix boots him in the gut and doubles him over. She spreads his arms apart so they hang in the air. She hooks her arms around his forearm, plants her tush on the top of his head, then sits out on the move, driving Logan face first to the mat and planting all her body weight onto the top of his head! Logan rolls over onto his back. His head fells like someone rung a Cathedral bell inside it. Whatever pleasant thoughts he had of having Krista by his side have been pushed away by an aching that’s pounding relentlessly at his head. Alix stands up and throws a peace sign to the crowd! Many of the fans return the gesture! COLE Alix just hit.... CABOOSE Don’t even bother. It was sitout inverted DDT. Save yourself some embarrassment. “CAN’T YA DO ANYTHING RIGHT?” Synth doesn’t even make an attempt to appear diplomatic or encouraging. A fiery frustration has consumed him, and he’s seriously pondering stepping into the ring and punching Logan just for the heck of it. Woozy, Logan struggles to bring himself to his feet. When he does, Alix takes him over with an arm drag. Alix tries to lock him into an arm submission, but he punches her in face and quickly rolls away. When he feels that he’s a safe enough distance away from Alix, he picks himself up. Apparently he didn’t get far enough away as Alix leaps onto his shoulders and brings him to the mat with a delightfully beautiful hurricanrana. Synth is absolutely fed up with his partners inability to sustain a consistent offensive attack. COLE Alix has been pretty grounded in this match, but she took to the air with that awesome move. Logan tries to stand up but Alix gives him a front dropkick to the face! She slaps the side of her hot pants as she connects with the move, and the resulting smacking sound causes the crowd to go “Oooooooh.”. Logan rolls over onto his stomach clutching his hurt face with his right hand. Alix drops to the mat and sets herself at Logan’s side keeping her back to his body. She grabs a hold of his left arm and hooks it around hers, locking in his elbow. Logan violently pounds on the mat with a closed fist as Alix applies pressure to his arm and shoulder by leaning back across his body! “FIGHT THE PAIN, YA PUSSY!” Synth shouts, his voice starting to go horse. Logan’s fists hits the mat with greater and greater ferocity as Alix continues to cause him great discomfort with the submission hold. Hurriedly searching for any way out of her grasp, he plants the toes of his boot into the mat and pushes off, flipping forward and onto his back! However he finds no relief in his new position, as Alix drapes her bare legs across Logan’s neck, wraps her arm around his left arm, locks in his elbow and then drives herself backwards to the mat! Logan cries out in agony as the pain rips through his arm in violent tremors. COLE Alix with a great fujiwara armbar. COACH As if! The first one was the fujiwara. Playa, you need to go play WWF No Mercy and learn some of these moves. Logan’s legs flail in the air almost as if they were peddling a bicycle. His other arm wildly slams against the mat. He’s wasting energy that he can’t afford to give up. Synth stands on the ring apron, holding his head down and thanking the lord Jesus that this wasn’t a normal match. Because if it was, Logan would’ve submitted thirty times by now. CABOOSE This is bad news for Logan. He’s got that loaded glove on his left hand and Alix has targeted his left arm. She’s taking away his advantage. “Kick her in the face.” Candie advises Logan. Good idea, Candie cane! Logan does just that. He drives a boot into her forehead and Alix’s involuntarily releases the hold. They both get to their feet, Alix holding her head and Logan holding his arm. Logan does a 360 turn and smacks her with a discus punch with his good arm. Alix starts to trip backwards but Logan grabs her arm and holds her in place. With his good arm he hip tosses her over. As she’s over his hip, he falls onto her with a lateral press and ends up sandwiching her between the mat and his sweat soaked chest. COACH Hip toss powerslam! COLE So you’re going to show up me now? Is that how it is? Logan prepares to get some get back and hammer Alix with his loaded glove! But he stops short when he spots Krista standing on the second rope looking concerned for her friends well being. Logan leaves Alix sprawled out on the mat and walks over to make the tag with Synth! The slapping of their hands is received with another “Synth sucks” chant. Synth gives Logan his “Don’t you fuck this up.” look as he saunters into the ring. Despite not having been in the ring for nearly ten minutes his body is drenched in sweat as a result of Logan’s incompetence sending him into fits of worry. Synth looks on at Alix with something that can be described as an odd mixture contempt and enthrallment. COLE I think we’ve all been waiting to see Alix get her hands on Synth Esizer! COACH I’ve been waiting for Alix to get her hands on me. High five!.........Anyone? High Five? Anyone? Just like Mikey Cole the crowd has been eagerly anticipating the eventual confrontation between Alix and Synth. The majority of the fans rise to their feet and change their chant from “Synth sucks!” to “Let’s go Alix!” Drawing on the encouragement from the crowd Alix picks herself up off the mat and prepares to meet Synth! Synth doesn’t want to give the crowd much of the show and he pounces on Alix with CLUBBING FOREARMS! He continues to hammer her back until she’s bent over and sufficiently weakened for a PERCUSSION DDT. He takes her into a front face lock but Alix’s body violently thrashes against Synth’s clutches and his grip is loosened. She puts the palm of her hands on his tummy and pushes him into the ropes! Despite being caught off guard with the counter, Synth is able to hook his arm around the top rope and prevent himself from rebounding back. This makes no difference to Alix as she’ll take the fight to Synth no matter what! With a full head of steam she charges at him, looking to knock him out of the ring with a clothesline! Synth has zero desire of to let her gain the upper hand. He steps forward, and ducks down. He uses Alix’s own momentum against her and basically body drops her over the ropes! Synth struts towards the center of the ring, tapping his head to let the viewing audience know how smart he is. Or how smart he thinks he is. “Hey, dork! Turn around!” Alix shouts. Synth whips his body around and discovers that he’s not quite as intelligent as he likes to credit himself, as Alix is standing in the ring apron in reasonably good health. COACH Alix must’ve skinned the cat to get onto the ring apron. By the way, I’m still waiting on that high five. CABOOSE Keep waiting. Synth’s face reads like two contradicting paragraphs. On one hand he’s impressed that Alix reversed his attempt to dump her on the outside, but on the other hand he’s angry about the same thing. It’s the anger from his competitive instinct that ends up winning this time and he charges at her. She ducks down and catches him with a shoulder block! In one swift painful motion, Synth doubles over and leaps backwards. He stands upright and Alix seizes on her opportunity! Camera flashes fill the air as she flips over the ropes and lands on Synth’s shoulders for a hurricanrana! BUT!!!!!!!!!! Synth grabs onto her legs and drives her back first into the mat with a devastating sitout POWER BOMB!!!!!!! The moves leaves Alix writhing around the canvas with a distressed expression on her otherwise adorable face. COLE Poor Alix! Taken down with a spine buster. CABOOSE Gettin real old, Cole.....real old. Synth picks Alix’s weakened body off the mat. Chants of “Let’s go Alix” get louder and louder but Synth refuses to the fan favorite a chance to make a comeback. He reaches around the side of her body and lifts her up, he twists his body to the right as he spins her in the air in front of his body. He kneels down and ends up slamming her back against his outstretched knee! Alix lets out a hurt moan as Synth shoves the San Jose state alum off his knee. Elsewhere, Krista worriedly paces back in forth. Her concern isn’t with becoming the Saints’ groupie, but rather her teammate’s always ailing back. Alix is on her feet, but not by her own free will. Synth knees her in the stomach and bends her over. He grabs her into an underhook and is surprised to find himself a little upset when she doesn’t struggle to break free of his hold. Regardless, he figures he needs to take advantage of her submissive state. He lifts her into the air, then awkwardly drops her against his knee with an underhook back breaker! Alix rolls of his knee and onto the mat. The aching look on her face says more then a thousand words ever could. COLE I don’t think Alix’s back has ever properly recovered from that injury she sustained at the hands of Skull Mask. The crowd is basically deflated when they see Synth hit Alix with a press slam into a back breaker. He raises his index finger into air and points to the rock and roll gods above! Normally the crowd would boo him but he’s pretty much killed their enthusiasm for the time being. COACH Why does Synth even need to target her back? There aren’t any submissions in this match and her finisher doesn’t involve using her back! Does he want a groupie who spends most of her time in physical therapy? Synth grabs a shaken Alix and leads her over to a neutral corner. Her body looks absolutely limp and it looks like he’s holding a lifeless rag doll. He grabs her into position for a vertical suplex. But instead of hitting her with the elementary move, he sets her onto the top turnbuckle. Alix’s face is devoid of any of the character and cuteness it normally has. Instead it, like the rest of her body, looks like a sad empty husk, overcome by the near unbearable pain in her back. Synth scales the turnbuckles and ends up standing on the top. He spots a couple of fans in the front row that are making a concentrated effort to get him off his game. He responds by giving them the one finger salute then they and he start to exchange unpleasantries. CABOOSE Synth has a lot of personality. Not a lot of good personality. But it’s personality. COACH High five? CABOOSE No. Synth grabs Alix’s brown hair and lifts her onto the top turnbuckle. They aren’t face to face as he lowers her upper body down so that she’s looking at the mat bellow. He crooks his arm around her neck and shoots Candie a sly smile. Candie responds in kind and nods knowingly. COLE He’s not.....He wouldn’t...... Oh yes he would! Yes he would! Synth is going for a TOP ROPE PERCUSSION DDT. The move could have potentially devastating effects on Chicks Over Dick’s youngest member and on the outcome of the match! Alix realizes this and she begins to furiously pound at Synth’s midsection! Synth holds tight but Alix continues to pulverize his stomach with body blows. Finally, unable to take any more Synth releases his grip on Alix’s head! Alix continues to hammer on Synth and it looks like he may fall backwards to the mat. He desperately tries to stay upright and avoid a near disastrous fall! He gets a little help from Alix who grabs him into a front face lock! But whatever move she plans on doing is going to be much worse then a simple fall backwards. Alix stands up. With Synth’s head cradled in her arms, she leaps off the turnbuckle. In mid air she sits out on her move. The crowd sits in awe of the graceful but deadly attack! WHAAAAAM! The two crash into canvas and the ring shakes from the force of the impact! She takes the brunt of the attack with her BUTT, but Synth takes it all with his face! The crowd WAKES THE FUCK UP after Alix’s sitout DDT! “LET’S GO ALIX!” “LET’S GO ALIX!” Synth groans in misery as Alix lies next to him. She’s working overtime to catch her breath before Synth can recover and catches her with a Percussion. She uses the ropes to pull herself up. Synth grabs a hold of her ankle and tries to keep her in place, but she angrily stomps on his arm with her free foot and wins herself freedom! Using the ropes as support, Alix staggers to her corner and makes the tag with her fresh partner, Krista Isadora Duncan! Krista steps between the ropes and is greeted with an enormous pop. The crowd’s cheers actually surprise her and she’s a bit taken aback by their show of support. COLE Hot tag made to Candie...I mean Krista. Krista. Krista smartly lets Synth waste his own energy by forcing him to bring himself to his feet. When he’s fully upright, she hooks his arm and falls to the mat, throwing him over her in the process with an arm drag. Synth goes to stand up but before he can get fully upright, Krista traps his right arm underneath her arm pit in a modified belly to belly arm bar. Synth fights against Krista’s hold, even tugging against her pants to get her to break it. Eventually he’s able to get to his feet. He spins out of the move and whips his body behind Krista. He grabs a hold of her shoulder and spins her around. SMAAAACK! Krista hammers Synth in the jaw with a back hand slap! Definitely not what the Vegas native wanted to happen. Krista keeps herself on the attack, by grabbing a dazed Synth with a front face lock as well as hooking his right arm. CABOOSE That’s known as an over and under hook. Write that down, Cole. Remember that. Synth drops to his knee. He doesn’t wish to exert any more energy then necessary and feels that it would be best to counter while on the ground. BAM! He hammers Krista in the ribs with a closed fist! She grimaces but keeps the hold locked in BAM! He hits her again, but the hold remains. Krista ends up shoving Synth down to the mat where she steals his breath by mashing his face into the canvas. Synth’s legs wiggle wildy as he tries in vain to slip out of the move. COACH Sound strategy by Krista. Wear him down so he can’t reverse the third and final finisher. Good stuff. COLE *Sigh* Maybe I should announce equestrian dressage. Krista leads Synth to his feet. With the over and under hook still locked in, Krista lifts Synth high into the air! Her legs begin to shake and soon her entire body follows suit as she struggles to keep Synth afloat! Sensing that Krista’s grip is loosening, Synth wiggles his body and breaks free of Krista’s grip! He falls back to the mat, and lands in front of Krista who’s sporting quite the frown. Synth hooks his head underneath hers and tosses her back to the mat with a Northern lights suplex! CABOOSE I never get tired of that move. Simple and effective. Synth literally shakes his head to rid himself of a few cobwebs. He grabs Krista by her shoulders and brings her to her feet. He wastes no time in hooking her into the setup for the PERCUSSION DDT! NOOOOOOO! Krista counters by grabbing hold of his waist and hitting him with a Manhattan drop! Oh the agony! Synth cries out in sheer misery, but has little time to feel sorry for himself as Krista hauls him to the ground with an arm drag. Krista grabs a hold of Synth’s right wrist and folds his forearm over her left arm, locking in a key lock! Krista liberally applies pressure to Synth’s arm, hoping to make it harder for him to use the Percussion later on. Synth, fighting a futile battle to ignore the pain in his arm uses his free hand to push at Krista’s cheek. The state of the art ring side microphones pickup Synth muttering the word “Fuck”. Krista slips her head away from Synth’s hand, then leans forward and uses her neck to push his free arm into his face. THE HOLD IS BROKEN! Logan runs into the ring and grabs Krista by the seat of her..er..thong and yanks her off his partner in crime! As you can probably guess, this draws a huge amount of boos from the crowd who had been previously indifferent to Logan Mann. Synth breathes a huge sigh of relief as Logan and Krista exchange chops! Candie for her part stands idly by and files her nails. Logan breaks up the chopping monotony with a swift kick to Krista’s stomach! The blow surprises Krista and she wobbles sideways unsure of what to do. Unfortunately for her, Logan isn’t as clueless. He grabs her into the front face lock we’ve seen a million times , drops backwards and nails her with a PERCUSSION DDT!!!! CABOOSE & COACH DAMN! The minute Krista’s head bounces off the mat, Candie triumphantly raises her right index finger into the sky, signifying that the Saints have scored a point! BUFFER Ladies and gentlement, the score is now two to one in favor of Chicks Over Dicks. Spewing forth chants of “BULLSHIT” the crowd is vocal in their disdain for Candie’s shoddy refereeing. They aren’t the only ones! Her face turned a shade of enraged crimson, Alix leans over the ropes and hurls a number of unlady like words at Candie. “I don’t answer to you! I’m Zack’s girl!” Her words were shouted at Alix but they might as well have been directed to everyone in the arena. “Nice ta see ya do somethin’ useful.” Synth cooly remarks to Logan as the Saints lead singer gets back onto the ring apron. Synth grabs Krista and hurls her towards the ropes. When she rebounds, he lifts his leg up and her gut collides with his knee! She flips into the air head over heels and lands on the mat with a resounding BOOM! With Krista lying face up on the mat Synth parades around the ring fluffing his hair and taunting the world around him. “If I die, tell Rolling Stone my last words were......I’M ON DRUGS!” CABOOSE A true rock legend! Her head still ringing from the Percussion DDT, Krista is slow to pick herself up off the mat. Always a gentlemen, Synth helps her to her feet! He positions himself behind Krista and reaches with one leg around her body so that it hangs off her side and around her legs. He then locks his arm and around her neck and pulls her body upwards. CABOOSE Synth with an abdominal stretch. Candie immediately gets in Krista’s face and asks her if she wants to submit. Candie wouldn’t dream of letting Krista take the easy way out, she just wants to harass her. As if Candie’s put downs weren’t bad enough, droplets of spit fall from Synth’s mouth and land on Krista’s bare back. She closes her eyes and grits her teeth, trying her best to withstand the pain as Synth stretches her out. Synth uses his free hand to pound Krista’s ribs with a closed fist! A cruel smile creeps onto his face as he hears her make an agonizing yell. COLE What is this! That was a closed fist! CABOOSE Closed fist yourself, bitch. COACH Ew. Alix begins to slam her left hand against the top turnbuckle in order to encourage her teammate! She waves her right arm up and down hoping to rally the crowd and get them behind Krista. They pick up what she’s putting down and chant Krista’s name as Alix continues to furiously beat on the turnbuckle! Genuinely touched by everyone’s support, Krista manages to unhook her leg from Synth and spin out of the hold. Synth tries to take Krista’s head off with a clothesline but she ducks behind him! She hooks him into a rear face lock! DOWN WITH LOVE??? NO! Synth, in full panic mode, gets his leg up and knees Krista in the head! She instantly breaks hold and the Saints live to fight another day! Synth grabs Krista into a PERCUSSION DDT!!!! COUNTERED! COUNTERED! Krista counters the move with a supremely awesome snap spine buster!!!!! Synth’s back is drilled into the mat and little blue birdies begin to fly in circles around his head. COLE Woah~! Alix and just about everyone in the arena is imploring Krista to make the tag. Her hair hangs awkwardly in front of her face as she slowly crawls to her corner. Synth starts to stir and just for a second it looks like he may be able to cut Krista off at the pass. BUT, using what little energy she has left, Krista springs forward and makes the tag with Alix! The fans go WILD~! as Alix rushes into the ring! But before she meet up with Synth she has to deal with Logan! He leaps over the ropes and charges at Alix with a running forearm! Alix ducks underneath his arm, runs the ropes and bounces back with a spinning wheel kick SMACKING Logan square in the jaw! Logan falls to the mat hard, but is able to lift himself up surprisingly quickly. Alix runs the ropes again and ends up driving the top of her boot into the back of Logan’s head with a running enziguri! This time Logan stays down FOR GOOD! The crowd has gotten to their feet as they joyfully watch Alix clean house on the Saints! Alix’s attention is caught by Synth who is on his feet. She leaps onto his shoulders for a hurricanrana! NO!!! Synth flips her off! Alix lands on her feet and in front of Synth! Synth kicks her! NO! She catches his foot and gives him a 360 twirl! Alix goes to whip Synth into the ropes! BUTT as Synth gets ready to run by Alix he wrenches her arm and pulls her toward him! She counters his counter with a running clothesline! Which he narrowly escapes by ducking and she steps past him! He lets go of Alix's arm and uses her momentum to send her running to the ropes. When she rebounds off the ropes he turns toward her and starts his ascent for a graceful cross body block! But before he can fully angle his body, Alix stretches her's out, wraps her arm around his neck and swings behind him, nailing him with a MONA LISA SMILE and instantly whipping the crowd into an UNCONTROLLED FRENZY!!!! *DING DING DING DING* "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Candie hollers as she drops to her knees! Unable to contain her disappointment she buries her face in her hands and tears stream from her eyes down her cheeks. Buffer doesn't even wait for Candie to score the point! He's on his feet ready to make the final announcement. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the first ever Almost Famous match by a score of three to one.....Alix Spezia, Krista Isadora Duncan......CHICKS OOOOOVER DICKSSSS! An enormous pop welcomes the official announcement! CoD’s theme song rips through the sound system as Alix and Krista meet in the ring to share a celebratory embrace! COACH Let me get in on that victory party! HOLLA ATCHA BOI!!! His eyes glazed over, Synth gets rolled out of the ring by an outraged Candie. Logan hops off the ring apron to gather up his partner before Candie can cause him any serious harm. The heavenly rockers head to the back, suffering through the indignity of a taunting and inebriated London crowd. COLE A big win for Alix and Krista! They gain the services of The Saints as their Muses. I’m not so sure I’d want Logan and Synth following me around all day but to each her own! CABOOSE Cole,not only do COD get to boss around legendary rockstars but they can probably use this victory to gain a tag team title shot at GPX somewhere down the line. This has been a great night for them! COLE Folks, we hoped you enjoyed this join presentation between the OAOAST, Arista Records and Dreamworks Studio. We think you’ll like the rest of the pay per view as well. Edited August 29, 2004 by Patty O'Green Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 28, 2004 (edited) COLE Coming up next is a match that many people have been anticipating for awhile now. The X Division Title will be on the line as Rick Edwards takes on his cousin J. Arthur Edwards. For the past four months Rick has been on an emotional rollercoaster as he has been torn between family and friends. J. Arthur tried to manipulate Rick into turning on the fans and for awhile it worked, but once Rick saw through the deception it was a different story. COACH That’s right. Rick stormed the offices of Williams and Horn only to find out that The Boss was his Father! Now Rick has been trying to get a match with JAE and he will get it tonight. Not only that, but if he should win he will get 5 minutes in the ring with Father in an unsanctioned fight. If he should lose then he will never be able to pursue members of The Machine again. CABOOSE During the match, in one of the most biased decisions ever made by Bill Watts, Father will be suspended above the ring in a small cage! It is ridiculous how much Watts is favoring Rick! COLE This past Thursday on HeldDOWN Rick was left bloodied by JAE and he said that tonight he would do something he never though he’d do again. What that is I have no idea. CABOOSE He probably meant that he would run scared and not even show up tonight! COACH I doubt that. BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is for the X Division Championship!! All parties not involved in the match will be banned from ringside once the match starts except for Robert “Father” Edwards who will be suspended above the ring in a small cage! If Rick Edwards should win then he will get 5 minutes in the ring with Father without rules or a ref! However, if Rick should lose he will never again be able to fight a member of the Machine. *The fans erupt at Buffer’s announcement* COLE This very well could be Rick’s last chance at revenge on both JAE and Father. CABOOSE Well neither of them have anything to worry about because I predict that Rick won’t even show up. *Big Machine by Velvet Revolver starts up and the fans boo loudly. All three members of The Machine come out with wide grins as the fans boo even louder. Father walks in between JAE and Cain as they walk down the ramp and taunt the fans who are booing in their faces.* COLE The fans are absolutely letting The Machine have it tonight. COACH Have what? COLE Ugh…nevermind. BUFFER Introducing first, being accompanied by Christopher Cain and Robert “Father” Edwards, he represents The Machine, from Washington D.C., weighing in at 225lbs; he is the number one contender to the X Division Title, J. ARTHUR EDWARDS!!!! *All three men enter the ring and pose to the chagrin of the fans. The ref comes over and tells Father it’s time to get into the cage and Father shrugs him off. The ref asks again and Father stares him down while Cain gets in his face.* CAIN If you want him in that cage you’ll have to go through me! *The ref pleads his case and finally Father agrees with a sigh. The cage is made of black metal bars and is big enough to fit one person. Father reluctantly steps inside and the ref closes the door. He then locks the door and Father looks a little nervous. JAE and Cain tell the ref to be careful as the cage begins to rise. Father grabs onto the bars for dear life and closes his eyes as the fans laugh at him.* CABOOSE This is all wrong! COLE I think it’s pretty funny. *Father’s knees actually begin to shake as the cage rocks slightly and the fans laugh even more. The fans begin to chant “fall, fall, fall” at Father.* CABOOSE Do you hear these fans? That’s horrible! COACH Even I think that’s a bit harsh. *Suddenly the fans pop as Tear Away by Drowning Pool begins.* I’m tearing away. Pieces are falling I can’t seem to make them stay. You run away. Faster and faster you can’t seem to get away. BREAAAAAAAAAAARRRRrrrrrrr (The music dies out as if batteries had run out) COLE What the hell?? I’m sorry fans we must be having technical difficulties. CABOOSE I told you! He isn’t showing up!! *SUDDENLY THE LIGHTS GO OUT!* COACH Damn…who is running the lights and sound tonight!? O FORTUNA!!! COLE What!? VELUT LUNA!!! STATU VARIABILIS!!!! COACH I’m scared. CABOOSE This is creeping even me out! *The classical song O Fortuna continues playing as the fans are on their feet and JAE, Cain, and Father are completely confused.* Semper crescis Aut decrescis; Vita detestabilis Nunc obdurat Et tunc curat Ludo mentis aciem; Egestatem, Potestatem, Dissolvit ut glaciem. *Spotlights flash to the beat of the song as Judas, Parka, Eddy, and Leah suddenly appear on stage and line up on either side of the ramp.* CABOOSE What the hell is going on here Cole? COLE I wish I knew! Sors immanis Et inanis, Rota tu volubilis, Status malus, Vana salus Semper dissolubilis; Obumbrata Et velata Mihi quoque niteris; Nunc per ludum Dorsum nudum Fero tui sceleris *Judas and company stand still on either side of the ramp as the fans buzz in anticipation.* Sors salutis Et virtutis Mihi nunc contraria; Est affectus Et defectus Semper in angaria. Hac in hora Sine mora Cordae pulsum tangite! Quod per sortem Sternit fortem, Mecum omnes plangite! *The song comes to an end* BOOOOOOOM!!!!!!! *Pyro explodes, the music changes to a funky bass intro of Higher Ground by The Red Hot Chili Peppers, and out of the stage flies… COLE OH MY GOD!!!!! CABOOSE No!!!! *The fans absolutely explode as The Blurricane flies out of the stage. As he lands we see that he has a totally new look.* COLE The Blurricane is back and he has a new look!!! I guess this is what Rick meant when he said he’d do something he never thought he’d do again. He’s donned the cape once more! COACH Now that’s snazzy. CABOOSE It’s not snazzy it’s ridiculous! COACH Oh you’re just jealous! *In the ring JAE and Cain are absolutely livid and JAE looks a little stunned as well. In his cage Father is awestruck and hasn’t moved an inch…or maybe he’s afraid of heights. Blurricane walks down the ramp followed by Judas, Parka, Eddy, and Leah, who is dressed in her own outfit very reminiscent of Mighty Molly (except it’s Silver and Black)* COACH Isn’t that cute? CABOOSE It makes me sick. *Blurricane makes it to the ring and JAE bails, but Cain stays in the ring completely stone-faced.* BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen, from Houston, TX, accompanied to the ring by Judas, The Parka, Eddy Kalm, and Leah Blackstone, he weighs in at 210lbs, the X Division Champion, THE BLURRRRRRRRRRRRRICANE!!!!!!!! *The fans erupt as for the first time in 8 months The Blurricane gives them the Hokey Thumbs Up~!* CABOOSE I hate that stupid thumbs up! This has to be one of the most over the top entrances I’ve seen! COACH Says the guy who used to repel from the ceiling to the ring. CABOOSE That’s nowhere near this overdone! *Blurricane enters the ring and comes face to face with Cain, who hasn’t moved yet, and JAE comes into the ring as well. JAE stands behind Cain as Blurricane looks him over and waves at him to move aside. In the cage above Father hurls insults at Blurricane.* FATHER Do you think this change will make any difference? You’re still never going to erase the influence I’ve had on you! I created the Blurricane persona! BLURRICANE Yeah, but I made it cool. *The ref steps in and tells everyone not involved in the match to leave. Judas, Parka, Eddy, and Leah start to leave, but Cain is still standing in the ring. The ref yells at Cain to leave, but Cain won’t break his staredown with Blurricane. Finally Father tells Cain to go ahead and leave from his cage above. Cain leaves, but he never stops looking at Blurricane.* CABOOSE Finally! Let’s get this show on the road! *Ding Ding Ding* Blurricane stands in the middle of the ring and motions for JAE to come on, but JAE is reluctant. Blurricane holds up the X Title and the crowd pops. JAE looks pissed as he points at the belt and makes the “I want your belt” gesture. J. ARTHUR That belt is mine! Without me you never would have had it so you owe it to me! Blurricane shakes his head no as he hands the belt to the ref and begins circling around the ring waiting to lock up with JAE. COLE Here we go! Both men lock up and jockey for control. Blurricane manages to back JAE into a corner and the ref calls for a break. Instead of breaking Blurricane Hip Tosses JAE clear across the ring and JAE lands hard! He gets up quickly and sees Blurricane coming so he bails to the outside. COLE Oh come on! COACH Where is he going? He needs to…whoa look out!!! Blurricane runs towards the ropes, leaps to the top, and comes off with a Spaceman Plancha that wipes out JAE! The fans chant “Holy Shit” as both men are laid out on the floor. COLE Blurricane isn’t going to let this match stall any longer! CABOOSE He’s insane! Blurricane makes it to his feet and pulls JAE up with him. He then hits a Clothesline to JAE that sends him crashing over the guardrail and into the laps of the fans! The fans cheer and mug for the camera as JAE gets up and shoves a couple of people away. JAE makes his way down the row to the open aisle to get away from both the fans and The Blurricane. Blurricane follows him on the other side of the railing and then out of nowhere Blurricane takes a running leap over the guardrail with a no touch Somersault Plancha onto JAE!!! CABOOSE This is getting way out of hand! COLE These fans better be careful because these two are tearing the building down! COACH They’re tearing their bodies down too though. JAE begins to crawl away from Blurricane who is back up again, but he seems a little dizzy. Blurricane shakes it off and follows JAE who is now standing and trying to make it to an exit or to something else. That something else is a chair, but the ref, who had followed over the guardrail, grabs the chair before he can use it. The ref then reminds both men that the match is not no DQ. He pleads with them to get back to the ring, but he is cut off as Blurricane spears JAE into a row of chairs as the fans scatter! Blurricane then unloads with right hands on the temple and forehead of JAE as he tries to cover up and block each punch. COLE This match isn’t no disqualification, but the ref will never get these two men to slow down! Blurricane then grabs JAE by the head and leads him back to the guardrail where he whips him into it and JAE goes flying head over heels to the other side! Blurricane then takes a moment to high five some fans and even have a bite of a hot dog. CABOOSE This isn’t snack time! He’s mocking JAE! COACH Chill dude. CABOOSE Don’t tell me to chill…dude. JAE begins to stand and Blurricane sees him so he bounces off a chair then off the guardrail and hits a Tornado DDT onto the floor! The fans cheer loudly as JAE is drilled into the floor and seems to be out cold. The ref is in Blurricane’s face telling him to take it back into the ring so Blurricane slides JAE into the ring. Blurricane then climbs to the top rope and waits for JAE to stand. As JAE slowly makes it to his feet Blurricane dives off with a Top Rope Sunset Flip! 1…2…3!! No!!! JAE kicks out! COLE It’s been all Blurricane so far! CABOOSE Yeah because he’s been doing nothing but cheating. COACH Like what? JAE scoots himself across the ring and tries to beg off, but Blurricane pulls him up, whips him to the ropes, and as he comes back Blurricane hits a jumping Clothesline! JAE starts to get back up and begs off into a corner. Blurricane slowly follows as JAE puts his hands up to ask for a time out. COLE You don’t get time outs in wrestling! Blurricane comes after him and JAE hooks his waistband before tossing him face first into the turnbuckles behind him. Blurricane bounces off and JAE hits a desperation Spear that takes Blurricane down! Both men lay on the mat in pain as the fans cheer on the Blurricane. JAE slowly pulls himself to his feet and smiles and the cheers turn to boos. JAE motions for Blurricane to come on and as he stands JAE grabs him by the head and lays in heavy knee strikes to the ribs and gut before taking him down with a Gut Wrench Suplex! CABOOSE Now we get to see JAE shine! COACH Maybe now you’ll calm down. CABOOSE If you keep talking I won’t. JAE then positions himself with his back to Blurricane and hits a Moonsault Pin. 1…2…No!! JAE pulls Blurricane to his feet and lifts him into a Gut Buster. Blurricane bounces off in pain as JAE takes a second to catch his breath and taunt the fans. Blurricane starts to move, but a well placed kick to the ribs from JAE knocks him onto his back again. JAE then leaps into the air and comes down with both knees onto the ribs of Blurricane! CABOOSE JAE will wear your ribs and midsection down until you’re ready to crumple under the Final Litigation! COLE That’s why he’s one of the more promising stars out there, but he’s got a bad attitude problem. COACH Sort of like Caboose. CABOOSE Don’t test me Coach. Blurricane makes it to his feet, but JAE is there to drive a shoulder into his gut and slam him into the corner. In the corner he nails Blurricane with three shoulder thrusts and finishes it off with a Dropkick to the mush! Blurricane falls forward and JAE goes for a pin. 1…2…3! No!! Blurricane kicks out! JAE pulls Blurricane to his feet and lifts him into the Fireman’s Carry position. He then backs up to the corner and runs forward before flipping forward for a Rolling Fireman’s Carry Takedown. Blurricane lands with a thud and the air is knocked out of him as JAE comes back up and throws his arms to his side to take in the crowd reaction. COLE JAE has taken control of this match and he wants the crowd to know it. JAE then backs into the corner, measures Blurricane, and hits a Running SSP! 1…2…3!! No!!! Blurricane kicks out! CABOOSE I think that last move may have taken a little out of JAE himself. COACH He is a little slow to get up. JAE rolls off of Blurricane and rests for a second as the match is beginning to take a toll on both men. He then pulls himself up using the ropes and waits for Blurricane to stand. As he stands JAE catches him with a Judo Toss and then waits for him to stand again. JAE bounces around with a new energy and calls for Blurricane to come on. Blurricane stands again and JAE picks him up lengthwise across his right shoulder and slams him back first into a corner before locking his legs behind the turnbuckle and leaving him hanging. COLE Tree of Woe! COACH Woe is me! CABOOSE Oh my God Coach just don’t speak anymore! JAE then gets a running start and nails him in the gut with a knee and then drives three more knee strikes into his ribs! JAE then takes a second to parade around the ring and piss off the fans as Blurricane hangs in pain. As he comes around to face Blurricane again he runs in and hits a hard Spear to his midsection, which dislodges Blurricane from the corner. JAE holds onto Blurricane as he stands and ends up with Blurricane across his shoulder again. He then runs forward and hits the Running Powerslam before going for a pin. 1…2…3!! No!! Blurricane kicks out and JAE becomes frustrated! CABOOSE The way JAE strings his moves together is amazing. COLE Why are you so biased tonight? CABOOSE Why are you so biased every night? COACH I’m not getting involved in this argument. JAE gets in the ref’s face and tells him to count faster, but the ref tells him to wrestle. Father calls out some encouragement from his cage above as he’s finally gotten comfortable as long as he doesn’t move. JAE catches the standing Blurricane with an Irish Whip to the ropes. Blurricane bounces back and JAE catches him with a Hurricanrana that sends him sliding out of the ring under the bottom rope. JAE tells the ref to go check on Blurricane and as the ref turns around JAE calls up to Father who drops something into the ring. COLE What was that!? CABOOSE It looks like JAE is ready to finish this! JAE quickly picks up the object, which is a chain, and puts it in his tights. The ref looks at Blurricane and then back at JAE when he notices the commotion, but the ref doesn’t see the chain. JAE just shrugs his shoulders and exits the ring to get Blurricane. JAE pulls Blurricane to his feet and locks a side headlock on him before reaching in his tights and getting the chain. He then turns with his back to the ref and pounds away at Blurricane’s forehead with a chain covered hand. The fans scream and point at JAE as the ref yells at him to turn around so he can see what he’s doing. JAE stuffs the chain back in his tights and turns around to show his hands empty. The ref questions him, but JAE plays innocent as Blurricane lies on the mat with blood trickling from his forehead. COLE Who does JAE think he is? Ric Flair? CABOOSE Hey, if you can get away with it then why not? COACH That’s a great attitude. As JAE turns back around Blurricane hits a Clothesline out of nowhere that takes JAE off his feet! The fans erupt as the blood seems to have lit a fire under Blurricane. JAE backs away as quick as he can and puts some space between himself and Blurricane. However, Blurricane follows him and JAE runs around the ring. Blurricane gives chase, but JAE slides into the ring. Blurricane follows him in and JAE drops a quick Leg Drop to the back of his head as he enters. JAE then wastes no time in pulling Blurricane to his feet and going for The Objection (Shoulder Press into a Gut Buster). As JAE presses Blurricane up the fans cheer for Blurricane to reverse it, but JAE hits the move and Blurricane rolls around the mat clutching his stomach. CABOOSE Ha…so much for that little comeback. COLE You’re really getting on my nerves. JAE then pounces on Blurricane and pounds the cut on his forehead with punches before slamming his head against the mat repeatedly. He then pulls him to his feet by the head and goes for a Gut Wrench Powerbomb and hits it. He then makes a cover. 1…2…3!! No!! Blurricane kicks out and JAE looks pissed. JAE then pulls him back to his feet and hits a Backdrop Suplex before quickly getting up and hitting a Senton Splash. He then makes another cover. 1…2…3!!! No!!! Blurricane kicks out again! COLE I think JAE is slowly going mad. CABOOSE I think he’s just frustrated as anyone would be! COACH I think… CABOOSE Who cares what you think? JAE then climbs to the top rope and signals for the end before diving off for the Final Litigation (Mad Splash). However, he was too hasty to go for the move and Blurricane was able to roll out of the way. JAE hits the mat hard and rolls around in pain. COLE What a mistake! He didn’t even set him up for the move. He just went for it after getting a 2 count! CABOOSE He needs to calm down! Father calls to JAE and echoes Caboose’s sentiment as JAE still lies on the mat in pain. Slowly Blurricane pulls himself up and the fans begin to cheer again. Blurricane slowly extends his hand and gives another Hokey Thumbs Up as he begins to regain his wind. He then waits for JAE to get up before coming in with a Shining Enziguri that lays JAE out! COLE He hit it!! Blurricane is slow to make the cover because he’s still tired, but finally he drapes an arm over him. 1…2…3!! No!!! CABOOSE That’s not it…it’s not over! Blurricane then exits to the ring apron and calls for JAE to stand. The fans buzz as JAE slowly gets up and Blurricane hits a Springboard Clothesline that takes him back down. Blurricane gets back up and begins to show signs of getting his second wind as the fans begin to stand. COACH He’s coming back! As JAE stands Blurricane grabs him for a Chokeslam and then points to the sky as the crowd pops. He then lifts him, but JAE breaks free and lands behind him before taking him down with a Waistlock Takedown. The move causes Blurricane pain in his ribs as JAE drops two elbow drops to them. Father applauds JAE and tells him to keep going. He then pulls Blurricane back up, but Blurricane breaks free and begins punching him to the face. Blurricane manages to back him into a corner with the punches where he then whips him across to the opposite corner with a thud. JAE stumbles out right into a Doomsday Kick from Blurricane!! COLE Doomsday Kick!!! CABOOSE No!! Blurricane makes a cover. 1…2…3!!! No!!! JAE kicks out at the last second! Blurricane catches his breath and waits for JAE to stand, but JAE slides out of the ring for a breather. The fans boo JAE, but he just waves them off. Blurricane motions to the crowd that he’s about to do something before bouncing off the ropes opposite of where JAE is and then leaping over the top rope backwards with a Suicide Moonsault! The move wipes out JAE, but it also wipes out Blurricane. As Blurricane lands it’s obvious that his ribs are in a lot of pain. COLE Oh my God!!! CABOOSE What a dumb move. Blurricane just took himself out! COACH He also took out JAE! The fans are on their feet cheering the two men who are absolutely putting their bodies on the line. The ref then begins his count as both men lie on the floor. 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…Blurricane pulls himself across the floor using the apron…8…Blurricane pulls himself up using the apron as JAE begins crawling…9…with one burst of energy Blurricane launches himself half way into the ring to stop the count. CABOOSE Why didn’t he just take a countout and retain his title? COLE Because a Double Count Out wouldn’t count as a win and therefore he’d have to leave The Machine alone for good. From his cage above Father shouts at JAE to get up as JAE slowly pulls himself into the ring as well. Blurricane is in obvious pain as JAE actually makes it to his feet first and goes to the corner to climb after pulling Blurricane into position. JAE then measures him before coming off for the Final Litigation! As JAE soars through the air Blurricane gets his knees up and JAE bounces off hard! COLE He got the knees up!!! CABOOSE Geez! Blurricane just won’t give up! Blurricane then crawls to the ropes where he pulls himself up and wipes blood away from his eyes as his forehead is still bleeding down onto his mask. The fans cheer him on as he waves JAE to come on. JAE begins to stand and Blurricane grabs him and goes for the Blur Effect (Vertibreaker)! COLE We haven’t seen this in months!! If he hits this it’s over! Blurricane can’t hold him and JAE breaks free before landing on his feet behind him. JAE then grabs Blurricane and hits the Judgment Call (Blue Thunder Bomb)! JAE lies on the mat for a moment before making the cover. 1…2…3!!! No!!! Blurricane kicks out and JAE can’t believe it! CABOOSE I thought for sure that was it!! Both men lie on the mat trying to catch a breath. JAE is the first to stand followed closely by Blurricane and they meet in the middle of the ring. Both men trade punches back and forth until JAE gets the upper hand. He then lifts Blurricane for the Objection, but Blurricane drops behind him and goes for the Eye of the Blurricane. JAE twists out, while holding onto Blurricane’s arm, and pulls him right back into position for the Objection…and hits it! Both men lie on the mat for a second before JAE goes for the cover. 1…2…3!!! No!!! Blurricane kicks out again!!! CABOOSE Damn! This is a good match! COLE Now we agree on something. JAE musters up enough strength to climb to the top rope and motions for the end. This time he dives off for the Final Litigation and hits it!! CABOOSE That’s it!!!! COACH Damn! JAE is extremely slow to make the cover as he is totally worn out. The fans cheer for Blurricane as Father cheers for JAE from his cage. The fans stomp and clap, trying to get Blurricane back into the match. JAE finally drapes an arm over him. 1….2…..3!!!! COLE Did he get him!? No!!! Blurricane kicks out at the last second and the ref waves it off as a two count. JAE can’t believe the ref as he thought it was a three count, as did Father. JAE argues with the ref that his hand came down, but the ref stands by his decision that it was only a 2 count. CABOOSE This is a conspiracy!! COLE It was a 2 count…get over it! The fans all let out a collective breath that they had been holding as the ref said 2 and they begin cheering again. Blurricane makes it to his feet and JAE grabs him for the Judgment Call again, but as he lifts him up Blurricane breaks free and goes behind him. He then ducks under him while hooking his arms and lifts him into the Blur Effect position! However, JAE fights out and goes for a German Suplex. Blurricane blocks the move and goes behind JAE where he lifts him again for the Blur Effect. JAE fights for dear life as the fans are on their feet. Blurricane fights to keep control over him as everyone waits in anticipation. COLE He’s almost got him!! Blurricane finally gets control and hits the move!!!! CABOOSE No!!!! COLE Yes!!! Blurricane is slow to make the cover as the fans are all on their feet cheering him on. Above Father is yelling for JAE to get up as Blurricane crawls over and makes the cover. 1.....2…..3!!! COLE Yes!!!! CABOOSE Well I’ll be damned!!! *Ding Ding Ding* The fans give a standing ovation as Father throws a fit in his cage. COLE You know what this means!? This means Blurricane finally gets his hands on Father!! CABOOSE Oh come on!!! Blurricane isn’t in any condition to fight him! COACH I don’t think he cares. BUFFER Here's your winner and still X Division Champion...THE BLURRICANE!!!!! As stated in the match stipulation Blurricane now gets 5 minutes in the ring with Father!! Blurricane looks up and waves the cage on as it slowly lowers into the ring. Father can be heard cussing at JAE as the ref walks over and guides the cage down. The cage finally lands in the ring and Father comes face to face with a bloody and tired Blurricane. The ref unlocks the cage and Father stays put. The ref tells him to get out, but all Father can do is stare at Blurricane. COLE Come on out you coward! CABOOSE Cole shut up…he’s not a coward! Finally Father steps out into the ring and Blurricane begins physically shaking in anticipation. A clock appears on the big screen reading 5:00. COLE Here we go…again! Blurricane puts a hand up and waves Father on, but Father shakes his head before waving Blurricane on. Blurricane runs forward with his fist cocked and goes to swing at Father. Father ducks down for a Back Body Drop, but Blurricane just stops. Father stays bent over and Blurricane kicks him square in the face. Father stands upright quickly and holds his jaw in pain as Blurricane blasts him with a forearm that sends him back to the ropes. Blurricane then grabs Father’s sports coat and pulls it over his head so that he can’t see or move properly and the fans laugh. CABOOSE That’s terrible!! Blurricane then nails Father with lefts and rights to the head as he stumbles around aimlessly. Blurricane then does a cartoon like wind up before nailing him with a hard punch that sends him down to the mat. He then pounces on Father and attacks him with hard punches to the back of the head before slamming his face on the mat like a basketball. He then pulls Father to his feet and sets him up for the Blur Effect. Blurricane gets him up and spikes him head first into the mat to the delight of the crowd! COLE Blur Effect to Father!!! *4:00 left* Blurricane then waits for Father to get up and as he does he nails him with a Shining Enziguri that just about knocks him out cold. CABOOSE This is unfair! He can’t even see with that coat pulled over his head! Father is a trained fighter, but these are unfair circumstances! Blurricane plays to the crowd as he waits for Father to stand again. Father gets to his feet and ducks out of the ring where he removes the coat and tosses it to the ground in anger. He walks a few steps but falls down woozily from the beating. Blurricane slides out of the ring and grabs Father by the head before slamming him face first into the announce table. CABOOSE Don’t come over here! COLE We may need to leave! Father stumbles around ringside and tries to make his way to the ramp. Blurricane follows him, but as they reach the spot where the walkway between the ramp and guardrail is narrow Blurricane gets blindsided! Cain comes out of nowhere and blasts Blurricane off his feet with a clothesline while JAE grabs Father and drags him away. COLE What the hell?? No dammit the 5 minutes are not up!!! CABOOSE That’s what he gets for doing this with no ref and no rules! COACH You mean to tell me that Father is gonna get away!? The fans boo mercilessly as JAE and Cain quickly help Father to the back. Blurricane stands up and sees his revenge slipping away. Judas, Parka, Eddy, and Leah come out onto the stage to cut JAE, Cain, and Father off, but the three men veer off through the crowd instead. Blurricane waves Judas, Parka, Eddy, and Leah to leave them be and come to the ring. COLE This isn’t over I can tell you that. Blurricane celebrates his win in the ring with his friends as he lifts the X Title high and Higher Ground by The Red Hot Chili Peppers begins to play again. COLE Believe it or not our night isn’t over yet. COACH Not by a long shot. 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Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 28, 2004 (edited) COACH It's time for our Barbed Wire...what the hell?!?!?! The camera cuts to the top of the entrance ramp, where we see Sly Sommers and Calvin Szechstein brawling from the back. They both stumble down about halfway on the ramp, trading punches the entire time. Sly's wearing a black shirt with "DIE CAL DIE" in white lettering, and jeans. Cal's wearing a purple Thrillogy jersey and khakis. COLE These two aren't wasting any time whatsoever! COACH They're entering this barbed wire playground at full force! Speaking of the playground as Calvin and Sly continue to brawl on the ramp, look at this! The ring ropes have been replaced by three horizontal and three vertical strands of barbed wire on each side, the ringposts are wrapped in it, we have barbed wire boards in each corner standing 6' apiece, the security railings surrounding the ring are wrapped in barbed wire, there are chairs around here wrapped in it, and I heard we even have barbed wire tables somewhere around here! COLE This is insane! Sly blocks a punch from Cal and delivers a stiff chop to his chest. Cal replies with a chop of his own. They then go back and forth with some really loud chops, each getting louder as they go. Finally, Sly blocks an attempted chop from Cal, spins him around by the wrist, and sends him down with a hard forearm to the jaw! Sly pulls Calvin up, and attempts to throw him into the barbed wire guardrail. But, after being let go of, Calvin slides and stops himself before going into the wire. COACH Szechstein thought on his feet there, very clever. Cal comes to his feet, and both men immediately engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up on the floor. They intensely struggle down the ramp and into the ringside area, neither being able to get an advantage. Calvin finally tries to use his grip on Sly to shift his weight and toss Sly into the guardrail down by the ring wrapped in the wire, but Sly rolls away to avoid it. COLE Now Sly's thinking on his feet! As Sly comes to his feet, Calvin charges at him. But, Sly stops him with a punch to the face. Calvin staggers back, and throws a punch of his own to Sly's face. Sly gets dazed for a second before throwing another punch at Calvin's face. Cal stumbles back before throwing yet another punch at Sly's face. Sly holds his nose for a second before looking up in anger. The camera closes in to show that his nose is slightly crooked and bleeding. COACH That's just wrong. Sly screams in anguished pain before trying to tackle Calvin. But, Calvin grabs Sly's head and grounds him with a front facelock. Calvin slowly comes up with Sly's head hooked before grabbing him by the hair to change positioning, and trying to shove his face into the barbed wire replacing the ring ropes. Sly escapes this predicament by slapping Calvin in the groin and pulling away. COLE That'll stop ya! Sly then clutches Calvin and attempts to hiptoss him up on the apron and into the bottom row of wire. But, Cal is able to adjust mid-move and rolls into the ring. Sly rolls into the ring right when he realizes that Cal changed his momentum. Both men come to their feet, and start trading punches to the face again. Back and forth they go, until Cal takes the advantage with a knee to the stomach. COACH He threw Sommers off of his game there. Calvin grabs Sly by the hand and tries whipping him into a barbed wire board in one of the corners. But, Sly stops himself barely before running into it. Sly turns around while bent over and walks into a boot to the head. Calvin pulls Sly up and slams him mid-ring. Calvin sits Sly up and kicks him harshly in the spine. COLE That didn't need any added barbed wire effect! Calvin pulls Sly to his feet and sends him back down with a big European uppercut. Calvin pulls Sly up again, and then sadistically looks at one of the sides of barbed wire "ropes". He lifts Sly over his shoulder and drops him down with a hotshot...but he misses the barbed wire a bit, and one of the barbs ends up scraping Sly's forehead, cutting him in the process! COACH Oww. Sommers falls to the mat, bleeding forehead and all, and rolls around in pain on the mat. Szechstein, however, doesn't really give a damn about Sly's bleeding forehead or anything else related to Sommers' well-being, and he grabs the Sly one, lifting him to his feet. Calvin grins, grabbing Sly by the arm and whipping him hard into the corner where the barbed-wire board is propped up! Sly hits the board hard, catching the full impact of the barbed-wire on his back and crying out in pain -- but Calvin is right there to add to the madness, following close behind Sommers and leaping into the air, crushing Sly against the barbed-wire board with a Stinger splash, driving the barbs into Sommers' back! The crowd lets out a loud "OOOOOOOH!", and Szechstein's recoil sends him backpedaling out of the corner, watching with a sadistic grin as Sommers stumbles out of the corner, falling onto one knee. COLE Calvin is using every last yard of this barbed wire to his advantage, and it's Sly Sommers that's feeling its wrath! Szechstein steps forward, grabbing Sommers by the hair and lifting him to his feet. He grabs a fistful of Sly's shirt, eyes bloodshot with rage as he stares at Sommers. CALVIN Die Calvin die? Szechstein tears the shirt straight down the middle, ripping it off Sommers' frame to reveal the already-bleeding wounds on Sly's back. Calvin grins sadistically, grabbing Sly by the head and pulling it close to his own. CALVIN Die, Sommers, die. Szechstein pulls Sommers forward, looking to throw the Sly one through the top and middle barbed-wire rope strands! COLE Calvin did just this to Leon Rodez in the Emperor of Death tournament! COACH This'll be a match-ender! ... but Sly ducks under Calvin's arm and shoves him forward into the barbed wire, stomach-first! Calvin hits it hard, stumbling back and clutching his stomach in pain as Sly takes advantage, grabbing Calvin in an inverted side headlock and running forward, leaping over the top rope and twirling around, bringing Calvin down with an inverted Tornado DDT right onto the top barbed wire strand... NO! Through it! The weight of Szechstein snaps the first barbed wire strand, the wire snapping across Calvin's back and causing Szechstein to scream out in pain! The second wire breaks his fall, but Sly is still holding onto his neck, and this leverage causes Calvin to roll over the middle rope and to the outside! The crowd erupts as Calvin winces on the floor, grabbing his back in pain as blood begins to stain his purple Thrillogy jersey. COLE Sly Sommers is using creative license with his moveset in this match, and it's creating a world of hurt for Calvin Szechstein! Sommers gets to his feet on the outside, blood dripping down his face as he looks around the outside for something to beat Szechstein with, and finds it in one of the mystical barbed-wire chairs Coach mentioned earlier! The crowd lets out a mighty roar as Sly grabs one of the chairs, lifting it high into the air for the benefit of the capacity London crowd, who roar in happy approval! Sly brandishes the chair, gripping it like a baseball bat as he goes over to Calvin, nodding at Szechstein to 'get up' and readying the chair for what could go down as the nastiest chairshot in history, if it connects! Szechstein wobbles to his feet, pushing himself up to both knees before standing up at his full height, looking around for Sly... *CRACK!* ... and finding him in the form of a barbed-wire wrapped steel chair to the cranium! The crowd erupts as Calvin topples like a ton of bricks, a spiderweb of barbed-wire cuts opening on his right cheek as he lay on the concrete floor, completely vulnerable for Sommers, who makes the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! Szechstein thrusts a shoulder up, more on instinct than on awareness, and Sly looks down at his bleeding foe, visibly shocked that that wasn't a three-count. COLE Vigilance from Szechstein there, somehow throwing a shoulder up despite the enormous impact of that chairshot from Sommers! COACH You figure a normal chairshot is enough to win most matches. Tonight, a chairshot wrapped in barbed wire couldn't keep Szechstein down! That's how up for this match both men are, Cole! Sommers gets to his feet, grabbing the chair once more and glaring at Szechstein, waiting for the Thrillogy member to get to his feet because THIS time, God dammit, there's nothing that's going to stop Sly from getting the job done. Again, Calvin stumbles to his feet, quite possibly out of it, and most certainly open season for another chairshot from Sly... *CRACK!* ... but not fucking quite, as Szechstein charges at Sommers, twirling around and Yakuza-kicking the chair into his face as he looked to bring it down on Calvin! The crowd boos fiercely as Sly falls backwards, the chair still on his face as he hits the floor. Calvin kicks the chair off his face, glaring down at his already-bloodied opponent, and then placing a single foot on his stomach! COLE After all Sly and Calvin have put each other through, Szechstein still refuses to show Sly any respect! COACH And why should he? Calvin has owned this kid every time they were in the ring together, and tonight's no different! ONE! TWO! THREE! But NO! again, as Sommers grabs Szechstein by the leg, whipping him over by the leg -- and back-first onto the barbed wire-wrapped steel chair! The crowd erupts as Calvin grabs his back in pain, rolling off the chair, and Sly, bleeding profusely, gets to his feet, savagely grabbing Szechstein and lifting him up. Sly hooks Cal's head underneath his armpit, and signals for the One Hit Wonder (Roll of the Dice/Testdrive)! COLE This could be it! Sly spins with it, but Cal reverses by putting Sly in position...and he hits Sly with the One Hit Wonder! COACH That's Sly's own signature move! Calvin gets up and pulls a baggie out of his pocket. The camera zooms in to reveal that it's filled with thumbtacks! Calvin opens the bag and pulls Sly up to a kneeling position by the hair. Calvin then pours the bag down his mouth! COLE This is reminescent of last month's brutal finish to their Fans Bring the Weapons match at the Emperor of Death Quarterfinals! Calvin then turns around to signal that he's going to give Sly a jawbreaker. While he does that, Sly groggily empties his mouth of the thumbtacks. Calvin turns around, and walks into a jab to the nuts that Sly follows up with a DDT! COACH He's back in this one! Sly unlaces his boot and takes it off. He pours a black bag with something in it out. He unties the bag...and there's a KNIFE in there! COLE Oh...my...god! Sly goes down to Cal, who is on his stomach, and traps his arm between his legs. Sly locks in the Cravateface, but uses one of his hands to carve into Calvin's forehead with the knife! COACH This has to be... CALVIN TAPS! BUFFER Your winner of the match...Sly Sommers! COLE He's done it...he's finally hopefully ended this saga! Sly has beat the man who brought him into the OAOAST fold before turning on him like a demented puppy dog owner! Sly tries standing over Calvin, but is too exhausted to get to his feet, so he just falls to the mat. He is helped out of the ring. COLE This match was so brutal. Let's cut to something else while they're un-setting the ring from this contest! Edited August 29, 2004 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 28, 2004 (edited) COLE At our backstage interview position "Mean" Gene is with the Global Party XChange. MEAN GENE Earlier tonight, the Global Party XChange defeated Black T & the New New Midnight Express in one of the greatest tag team matches in OAOAST history to become tag team champions for the second time. Scotty Static & Johnny "Jam" Jackson, the co-presidents of the Maria Menounos fan club and new OAOAST tag team champions, come on in. Hollering in excitement, GPX step into the camera's view with both belts saddled on their shoulders. Scotty is wearing an Allen Iverson Team U.S.A. basketball jersey, Johnny a blue Ben Wallace Detriot Pistons jersey. SCOTTY We did it G-Spot! JOHNNY Two-time tag champs, daddy. MEAN GENE What a match. Congratulations on your big win. SCOTTY It wasn't easy, Gene. Hell's Hitmen got involved. Freddy & Jason, you're gonna get yours soon. Count on it. You know, Big O, me & "Jam" have been down this week because Team U.S.A. didn't win the gold in b-ball but, damnit, we won this (referring to the tag titles) for everybody who loves to party. GPX can relate to (U.S. Olympic basketball) coach (Larry) Brown. We go from the highest of the highs, winning the tag team championship, to the lowest of the lows, losing the titles, in a matter of 3 weeks. We had never experienced championship gold, and G-Spot, let the XChange tell ya -- we now understand what it be like to be the hunter and the hunted. Now here on out, whenever we walk down that aisle with the gold around our waist we'll cherish the moment, because you don't know when it'll be your last. JOHNNY To continue what the S-Man wuz sayin', holding the straps is better than winning the Super Bowl, the Stanley Cup, the World Series, the NBA title, havin' a baby, sleeping with your best friend's mother... Scotty groans. JOHNNY (CONT'D) ...which would never happen between us, or meeting our newest fantasy, Entertainment Tonight reporter Maria Menounos. Well, that actually might come close to winning the gold because she's h-o-t-t -- and I stress that extra "t" -- hot! Maybe they'll do a story on us for E.T. on MTV. Mistah Watts, get it down for us. Please. MEAN GENE Moments from now there'll be a 4 way tag team match, pitting the Bryants, the Tethers, the Skulls & the Frankensteiners... SCOTTY Lots of "the's" there, Gene-O. MEAN GENE (CONT'D) ...with $10,000 on the line. JOHNNY How much is that in pounds? We's in 007's country, ya know? MEAN GENE (chuckling) Well, I don't about the exchange rate. My memory's a bit fuzzy nowadays. JOHNNY That's still a whole lotta change. SCOTTY Whatcha say 'bout my mama, Gene? MEAN GENE I'm talking about my memory. SCOTTY We cool, Gene. We's cool. MEAN GENE Word to your mother. SCOTTY Ya wants to give my mama what? JOHNNY Speaking of the money, some team is probably gonna invest it into taking away the Party XChange's gold. The rise is competition has risen dramatically over the last year and... DAN (Off Screen) To hell with you guys! J.R. (Off Screen) To bloody hell! Black T and Jivin' J.R. appear at the interview position. Dan & T-Bod are dressed in designers clothes, J.R. still covered in green paint and shirtless. T-Bod is holding an ice pack around his neck. Gene gets between both teams in an attempt to keep things civil. DAN (to Gene:) Don't make me laugh, old man. Tonight was the biggest conspiracy against Black T that we've ever seen! Bigger than Roswell, J.F.K.'s assassination, Rocky's win over Taxi Driver for Best Picture in 1976. Notice the greatest conspiracies come from America. You know why? Because that's where you make your mark. If you can't do it in America, you're nothing. That's why Black T is the best team in OAOAST history, because we've faced and beaten the best. The battle between GPX & Black T isn't over. It'll never be over until all four of us are six feet under. I don't care if Scotty's dead and me & T-Bod are 100-years-old, we'd go kick 75 year old Johnny's ass. We'll even kick his bratty off-springs ass too. CORNETTE (Off Screen) Girls, girls, girls! Things become more crowded when Jim Cornette & his New New Midnight Express enter the picture. CORNETTE Black T comes out here saying this is the biggest conspiracy they've seen. The only conspiracy here is the powers that be continue to do their damnest to ensure I don't experience success. Tonight was supposed to be GPX-BT, but when my Midnight Express made a mockey out of those rejects from Fast Times at Ridgemont High, we got stuck with their match because of some outdated rule in the contracts. Once again, the brass jerk me him. SCOTTY You like being jerked-off, Corny. CORNETTE Oh. Real funny. I bet you stayed up all night thinking of that gem. You better be glad the OAOAST doesn't drug test, or you'd be like former Dallas Cowboys quaterback Quincy Carter, off to New York. I tell you what. Since Simon, Ned, Dan & T-Bod are the one smart ones here; how about we have a Triple Threat match on HeldDown? We'd pick one representive from each team to wrestle. I pick "Sarcastic" Simon. NED Yeah! "Narcissistic" Ned pats his partner on his chest. T-Bod & Dan have a brief chat. DAN I'll represent Black T. GPX play rock, paper, scissors to pick their representive. Johnny wins. JOHNNY It'll be me. CORNETTE Real good. Remember we have a date Thursday down. JOHNNY I'll be there. Make sure bring the condoms. MEAN GENE Condoms? JOHNNY Yeah. Because those playa haters is gonna some need protection. GPX over and out. All 3 teams exit the interview position, keeping close eyes on each other. MEAN GENE The situation involving these 3 teams is certainly far from over. Let's go back to the arena. $10,000 4 WAY TAG TEAM CHALLENGE Bryant Cousins vs. Tether Brothers vs. The Skulls vs. The Frankensteiners BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen it is time for the TEN THOUSAND DOLLAR FOUR WAY TAG TEAM CHALLENGE! First pinfall wins it! The winning team is granted ten thousand dollars! Already in the ring...Mikey and Nate...THE TETHER BROTHERSSSS! (The crowd cheers) And from Windsor, Ontario, Canda...Sean Bryant...Alex Bryant....THE BRYANT COUSINS (The crowd boos)! Sean Bryant grips his dick and brushes off his shoulder after his name is announced. COACH I’m amazed those four can stand in the ring without killing each other! CUE: The greatest song ever made, “I’ll stick around” by the Foo Fighters. The house lights are dimmed and are replaced by roving green spotlights. Skull Mask and Skull Kid enter the ring to zero reaction. No one cheers. No one boos. They just sit silent. The two walk to the ring, randomly tossing their arms into the air trying to get a reaction from the crowd. It ain’t working. BUFFER Now making their way to the ring, the team of Skull Mask and Skull Kid.....THE SKULLLLLSSS! Their music mercifully cuts even before they reach the ring. In its place comes “Frankenstein” by Edgar Winter the theme song of the Frankensteiners tag team! The boys are greeted with a nice reception from the crowd. Incredibly excited over their first pay per view appearance they rush to the ring! They leave Buffer no chance to make his announcement as Frankie nearly takes the announcer’s knees out when he slides into the ring. COACH Peeps to make this match a little bit more interesting the OAOAST brass has determined that the winner will receive ten thousand dollars! COLE Let’s you and me enter the match! What would you buy with ten thousand dollars, Coach? COACH Gee...Alix, Crystal, Candie, maybe Krista, maybe a new printer, a dog to protect me from Krista, probably a shirt or two, maybe that new Young Buck CD.... The match starts with an exchange of punches between Skull Kid and the man they call Alex Bryant. Skull Kid grabs a hold of Bryant’s arm and pulls him in close for a short arm shoulder block! He wrenches Bryant’s arm and goes for a side Russian leg sweep....Bryant blocks the move by elbowing Skull Kid in the face! Skull Kid grabs his face and slips backwards to the ropes where’s he tagged by Mikey of the Tethers! CABOOSE The Tethers have been waiting a long time to get their hands on the Bryants! Now’s the chance to make something happen! Skull Kid protests being tagged out, but Mikey shoves him to the side and goes straight for Alex. He nails him with three quick and stiff forearm shots, then leans into him and backs him into the ropes. He pulls Alex off and sends him to the opposite ropes. Alex bounces back and Mikey leaps into him with a crossbody block! But Alex catches him in his arms! He smiles cruelly, before spinning Mikey out and dropping him to the mat with a rock bottom! Alex goes for a pin attempt..... 1 KICK OUT Alex leads a groggy Mikey over to the Frankensteiner’s corner and sets him up onto the top turnbuckle. SMAAAACK! No, Mikey didn’t hit Alex, Frankie just tagged Alex, bringing himself into the match. This sure doesn’t sit well with Alex who wanted to keep pounding on Mikey. He and Frankie engage in a spirited argument, oblivious to the fact that Mikey is quickly recovering. The party animal rises to his feet and stands atop the turnbuckle. He then flies off and nails them both with a double clothesline! COLE Awesome forearm! CABOOSE Clothesline!!! Now Alex is more then happy to get out of the ring. Frankie gets to his feet. Mikey jumps onto the second rope then springboards off with a dropkick! Frankie lands on his back, then Mikey lands on him with a standing corkscrew splash! The move goes right into a pin 1 KICK OUT! Both men to their feet. Mikey goes for an asai moonsault press, but Sean Bryant runs over and grabs a hold of his left leg tripping him up and sending him crashing back first to the mat! CABOOSE So sneaky! So mean! I love it! That’s youthful energy Sean Bryant’s showing! In an odd show of patience, Frankie waits for Mikey to get to his feet. When he does, Frankie turns him inside out with a Frankensteinerline! Frankie starts to beat his hands against his head and psyche himself up to do more damage. He grabs Mikey by the back of his head and brings him upright. He takes hold of his waist then drops him back on the mat with a piledriver! COLE Frankie is not only a former collegiate star in wrestling, but he’s also one in fencing......okay, I made that up. Frankie makes the tag to his much smarter brother...FRANK! Frank charges into the ring and grabs a hold of Mikey’s leg. He starts the makings of a figure 4, but when he turns his back to his rival, Mikey pushes him away with a boot to the BUTT. Frank turns to go after Mikey, but Mikey springs forward and makes the tag to Skull Mask! COACH The two biggest men in this match are about to go at it! Go at it indeed. Skull Mask DRILLS~! Frank with a clothesline! Frank stands right up and drills Skull Mask with a Frankenstinerline! The move doesn’t knock Skull Mask over, instead it sends him reeling back to the ropes. Skull Mask starts to roar back with ANOTHER clothesline, but Alex Bryant leans over the ropes and grabs the back of his head and slams him against the mat! ENRAGED~! that this rookie did harm to his partner, Skull Kid charges into the ring! But before he can get to Alex Bryant, Frank CRUSHES him with a powerslam! Now Alex Bryant steps into the ring. He pats Frank on the back and the two agree to double team a soon to be standing Skull Mask. The two men hook Mask’s tree trunk like arms and hip toss him over the ropes to the outside! The sound of Mask’s body hitting the mat shakes the entire arena! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!! Alex Bryant nails Frank with a sitout unprettier! So much for team work! Alex puts the boots to Frank and rolls him out of the ring to join Skull Mask. He turns around into a spinning back kick from Nate Tether, one of two men who hasn’t been in this match! Frankie’s seeing red and wants to hit anything that moves! And it just so happens that Nate is moving! He charges into the ring like a mad bull and lowers his body to spear a hole through Nate! But Nate counters the spear with a rocker dropper and Frankie is out of it! COLE This is breaking down quick! All that’s left is Nate and Mikey Tethers and Sean Bryant. An unenviable position for Sean Bryant to be in. Nate invites Mikey into the ring to help him double team their old friend. Mikey gladly accepts the invitation. Sean Bryant tries to run away, but Mikey grabs him by the hair and tries to bring him into the ring. They struggle for a bit but then Sean tosses powder into Mikey’s face! Mikey can’t see! He’s unable to stop Sean from bringing him under the second ropes! Sean underhooks Mikey’s arms and DESTROYS~~!~!~!~! him with a tiger driver onto the outside mats! A huge “Holy shit” chant breaks out as Mikey lies lifeless on the mat! COACH Mike’s back must be ruined! COLE No, I’m fine. Oh.....OUCH! SEAN BRYANT YOU HAVE NO SOUL! Sean Bryant laughs like a hyena on an acid trip at Mikey’s misfortune but fails to realize that Nate is in perfectly good health! Nate leaps onto Mikey and angrily drives his fist into the smaller kid’s back! The ref tries to calm Nate down, but gets shoved aside by the pissed off Tether. Nate locks Sean into a front face lock! He lifts him up to vertical suplex him back into the ring! But Sean slips out of the move! He lands behind him and gets him into a school boy rollup! Sean puts his foot on the ropes! Foot on the ropes! The ref doesn’t see it! 1 2 3!!!!! * DING DING DING DING * “Bully” blasts out of the loud speakers the minute the ref’s hand hits the mat for the third and final time! BUFFER Your winner of the TEN THOUSAND DOLLAR CHALLENGE.......The Bryants! Sean Bryant doesn’t celebrate his victory. Instead, the seventeen year old wrestling prodigy darts up the ramp forgetting to collect his cousin, Alex. It’s fairly obvious that he’s afraid of retribution from the Tethers. When he’s safe from harm, Sean Bryant grabs on his nuts and flashes a few gang signs at Nate Tether! “I GOT BANK!” he shouts at his ex running buddy. COACH Normally I’d blast Sean Bryant for cheating but I really need that Playstation 2 and I’m hoping he could buy me one. ESPN Football is only 20 bucks! 20 bucks! I’m still playing Quarterback Club on N64! Quarterback Club! COLE The sanctity of our wrestling show has been violated by Sean Bryant. I hope to see better sportsmanship in our main event. But considering who the champion is I think that’s a wasted wish. Here's a quick word on our next pay-per-view event. If you're havin' trouble with your high school head He's givin' you the blues You wanna graduate but not in 'is bed Here's what you gotta do - Pick up the phone I'm always home Call me any time Just ring 36 24 36 hey I lead a life of crime Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap Dirty Deeds and they're Done Dirt Cheap DIRTY DEEDS September 26, 2004 Louisville, KY COLE Ladies and gentlemen, I've been informed the board of directors have created a Top-10 list, ranking the contenders for the tag team championship. I understand that'll pop up on screen shortly. OAOAST TOP 10... Presented by Budweiser, the official beer of the OAOAST Tag Team Champions: The Global Party XChange 1. Hell's Hitmen 2. Black T 3. New New Midnight Express 4. Bryant Cousins 5. Love Doctors 6. Frankensteiners 7. Tether Brothers 8. The Saints 9. All American Boys 10. The Skulls COLE Nothing too surprising at the top; as you can see, with their win tonight the Bryants earned a top-5 ranking. I'm sure they're pleased with that. COACH I hear we have a short messege from Michael Cole's favorite wrestler, El Guapo Guerrero.. COLE Ugh We cut to Rick Shirley sitting in a restaurant wearing a trenchcoat with food in front of him. RICK SHIRLEY Colesy, Coach Man.. I had to check in with you. I'm doing some scouting for the Diva Search. COLE I'm sure that'll be great, where are you? SHIRLEY Hooters! The camera moves around to show the other people in the restaurant. COLE Well, that's the least disturbing thing i've heard you say SHIRLEY Colesy, even if i'm not with you, you're with me. The camera moves to show a man with a homemade Michael Cole "mask" on his face. SHIRLEY Oh yeah Cole! Shirley licks the Cole mask. SHIRLEY That bitch better be getting me my wings. A waitress walks up to the table and gives Shirley more wings. As she turns to walk away, Shirley smacks her ass. WAITRESS Hey, what's that about? SHIRLEY Do you know who I am? WAITRESS A creep SHIRLEY Look, do you want to be in my diva search? WAITRESS No! Shirley gets out of his chair. SHIRLEY Well then.. I bet I would look better in that outfit than you. WAITRESS Ok, that's messed up. Shirley unties his trenchcoat and drops it to the ground. The waitress runs as we see that Shirley is wearing the Hooters waitress outfit. SHIRLEY Colesy, Coach Man, the diva search continues, back to you! Cut back to the arena. COLE Ok, that's fucked up COACH You thought he was right though. Anyways, I gotta make a Michael Cole mask for Halloween, so I can scare all the kids who come to my house. Edited August 29, 2004 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 28, 2004 (edited) COLE Well, here we are guys. We’ve seen some tremendous action tonight, but now, it’s time for what everyone has been waiting for. The OAOAST World Heavyweight Title match. COACH You damn right everyone’s been waiting, Mikey. My girl…I mean, Crystal…has had Zack Malibu’s number for weeks…months even. Tonight she’s gonna show him that the Female Phenom ain’t no publicity stunt, and that she’s for real! CABOOSE Please. She’s as real as Jenny McCarthy’s chest region. And if you think she’s going to live through this matchup, then you’re dead wrong. History will be made tonight, Coach, but it will be because it’ll be the last time any of us see you’re little honey ever again. The crowd of United Kingdom fans, (and the diehard OAOAST fans who crossed continents to be here with us live) are abuzz in anticipation. A slight pop goes up as Michael Buffer enters the ring to do the introductions, with the custom built Survive Or Surrender cage looming above his head. *DING*DING*DING* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your AngleSlam main event, and is the special SURVIVE OR SURRENDER match for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship! For this match, the ring will be enclosed by a specially designed steel cage, with a roof over it and no door to prevent any interference or escape. There are no pinfalls, and there are no rules. The only way one can be victorious is to make your opponent tap out, pass out, or surrender into the microphone. CUE: “Set It Off” The fans at Wembley Stadium collectively jump to their feet, greeting the Female Phenom with a thunderous ovation as she walks out onto the AngleSlam set, standing proudly on the rampway. BUFFER Introducing first, the challenger…hailing from Coquitlam, British Columbia, Canada…she weighs in tonight at one hundred, thirty eight pounds. She is the Female Phenom of the OAOAST…CRRRRRRRYSSSSSSSSTALLLLLLLL! As she continues her stride down to the ring, the fans pop loudly for the mere mention of her name. Crystal hops into the ring and quickly runs up to the second rope on each corner, raising her arms and making the motion of having a belt around her waist to all of her fans. CABOOSE Keep dreaming, toots. COLE Dreams eventually become a reality, Caboose. CABOOSE Well thank you, Oprah, but tonight, I beg to differ. Crystal paces the ring, stopping to look up at the cage that will soon encase her with her mortal enemy. After removing her ring jacket, she warms up on the far side of the ring, and waits the arrival of her opponent. The wailing guitars and techno beat boom through the speaker system, and a loud pyro blast also deafens the crowd. As gold sparks spray from the top and bottom of the entrance set, the OAOAST World Champion walks through the pyro shower and into view. COLE He’s got no Candie with him. No Hoff or Calvin to back him up, and… CABOOSE No chance to win, right? Is that what you were going to say? COLE Possibly. CABOOSE Then you’re even more of a fool than I’d imagined. You saw what happened on Thursday with Northstar. A career has already been ended within those cage walls, and it wasn’t even during a match! If I were Zack Malibu, the only thing I’d worry about tonight is making sure I stop short of committing homicide. Malibu slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet as he looks hesitant to lock horns with the Female Phenom tonight. Malibu also stops and looks up at the cage hanging above the ring, knowing that within a few minutes, there won’t be any chance of him taking the high road to save his title. Zack continues to the ring, stepping through the ropes and then spinning around with his arms out, as gold pyro then shoots off from all four corners. Malibu unstraps the World Title from around his waist and raises it up high, walking to the ropes on each side and displaying it for the Wembley Stadium crowd. After taunting the audience, Zack turns to Crystal and raises the belt up slightly, smirking at her and pointing to himself to say “it’s going home with me”. Crystal responds with a glare as cold as the Canadian winter, and referee Earl Hebner takes the belt and holds it up, signifying for those who may not know that it is on the line in this contest. The cage begins to lower, and Hebner keeps watch on the aisleway to make sure nobody tries to head to the ring and interfere before the superstars are both shielded by the cage walls. Malibu paces the ring, while Crystal never takes her eyes off of him, not even once the cage is set in place. With nobody but the three of them encased by the steel structure, the bell is sounded, and the Survive Or Surrender match is set to begin! CABOOSE Godspeed, Crystal. You’ll need it. Malibu continues to pace, his head lowered and paying no attention to Crystal. Hebner backs off, there simply to catch the tap out, or hold the mic up for someone to say I Quit. Crystal calls Zack on and he finally looks up, but rather than confront the Female Phenom, he continues to pace the ring, choosing to instead look out at the crowd. Crystal walks up behind him, shoving him into the ropes and yelling at him, but Malibu simply looks over his shouler and continues walking away! Crystal follows, again shoving him and daring him to make the first move, but Malibu has none of it! Growing tired of Malibu’s stalling, Crystal comes up behind him and cracks him across the back of the head with a slap, and Zack stops dead in his tracks. Malibu lifts his head up slowly, and the cameras catch his now-standard look of disgust as Crystal waits for him to strike back. Zack turns to her and is fuming, but Crystal refuses to back down, and warns him that tonight is payback for everything he’s done to her and her friends. Malibu, who towers over her small female frame, takes it all in stride, nodding his head sarcastically…and then pie-facing his challenger! Crystal staggers back but catches herself, and darts forward with a lariat…ducked! Zack dodges the shot and runs the ropes, coming off quickly with a YAKUZA KICK~!…but Crystal throws both arms up to deflect the shot! As Malibu lowers his leg, Crystal delivers a kick of her own, this one landing between Zack’s legs and causing his eyes to bug out of his head! Crystal takes him by the hair and leads him towards the cage wall, trying to ram him face-first, but Zack puts a foot up to block! Malibu tries to counter with the same maneuver, but Crystal is able to block as well…then walks Malibu into the corner and rams him facefirst into the top turnbuckle once…twice…thrice…four times! Zack backs out of the corner dazed, and Crystal quickly goes for the legs, using a double leg takedown…THE CRYSTALLING ALREADY~! Crystal tries to turn him, as the fans yell loudly for the patented finishing move…but Malibu kicks her into the ropes to break! Crystal uses the momentum from the kickoff to rebound off the ropes, and Zack quickly rolls onto his stomach, forcing Crystal to hop over him. She comes off the other side, and Zack looks to leapfrog over her…but she puts the brakes on and stops right in front of him! As Malibu’s feet land back on the canvas, she reaches up and grabs his head, rocking him with a jawbreaker! Zack reels back, stunned by the blow, and then finds himself whipped to the far side, as Crystal bounces off the ropes and runs towards him, flattening him with a leaping lariat! COLE Nailed him! CABOOSE She wishes. Malibu quickly rolls away into a corner, but Crystal is right on him, pounding on his forehead with punches as he tries to push up from his knees, and then takes him by the arm for a whip. Crystal looks to send him across the ring to the far corner, but Malibu reverses and sends Crystal in…only to have her leap up onto the second rope and spring back towards Malibu with a flying bodypress…CAUGHT! Malibu walks a few steps with Crystal in his arms, and then presses her up, holding her above his head before he tosses her over the ropes and into the side of the cage back first as the crowd “ooh’s”! CABOOSE Make short work of her, Zack! Malibu reaches over the ropes to where Crystal lay, and yanks her up in violent fashion by her hair. Malibu holds her in place by her hair, then cocks his arm back, pounding on her temple with stiff right hands! Crystal tries to pry Zack’s arm away from her, but she can’t, and Zack takes her by the hair and tugs her over the ropes, back into the ring! Zack looks down at Crystal as she tries to shake the cobwebs loose, then reaches down and…helps her up!? AND THEN PULLS HER HAIR BACK AND SLAMS HER BACK TO THE CANVAS! Malibu reaches down and pulls her up again, only this time he lifts her and seats her up on the top turnbuckle, facing out to the crowd. Zack starts his own climb, but climbs off to the side rather than directly up behind Crystal. He stands himself on the top rope, pulling her up to her feet as well...AND THEN HITS A FORWARD RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP FROM THE ROPES, SMASHING HER FACEFIRST INTO THE CAGE! Crystal falls down, but winds up clothesling herself on the top rope, dangling there for a moment before Zack shoves her violently down to the canvas before he enters the squared circle again! COACH That sick bastard! Malibu then begins stomping Crystal viciously until she’s able to roll away, but stays with her. She winds up backing herself into the ropes, so Malibu corners her there and fires his hand down across her chest with a hard open hand chop! Crystal tries to walk away, but Zack pushes her back against the ropes, again raising his hand… SMACK~! …and striking her with a second open hand chop! Crystal reels, and Malibu fires her off to the far side with a whip, but she uses it to her advantage by surprising him with a leg lariat on the rebound! Malibu tries to get up before Crystal recovers from the delivery of the move, but she’s right there facing him, and starts peppering him with right hands now! With every shot, Zack hobbles backwards a few steps, until he finds himself backed into the corner! Crystal immediately climbs up on the top rope, and continues her punchfest, this time with the crowd chanting along with the count! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! Crystal connects with every last shot, and hops down from the turnbuckle, taking Malibu by the head and then whipping him around and tossing HIM into the cage wall, and he hits headfirst! Malibu staggers backwards right into Crystal’s waiting arms, and gets planted on her knee with an inverted atomic drop that doubles him over! Crystal runs the ropes, and leaps towards Zack, wrapping her arm around his head and twisting through the air before driving his head into the canvas! COLE Jump swinging DDT by Crystal puts Zack on the mat! Malibu holds his head in pain, and as Crystal advances, he backs up into the corner, sitting there and calling for a timeout as he favors his head. Crystal looks at him in disbelief that he’d ask such a thing, and then…backs off? THEN RUNS FORWARD AND DRIVES HER KNEE INTO THE SIDE OF HIS FACE! Malibu crumples to the mat, and Crystal starts stomping HIM repeatedly, showing anger and determination like no other! Malibu tries to beg off in between the stomping, but Crystal shows no remorse as she picks him up, snapmares him over, and then CRACKS him in the back with a hard snap kick! Malibu moans in pain, so Crystal follows up with another one, sending more shivers up Zack’s spine! Zack winces, while Crystal backs up into the ropes, coming off and then jumping over Zack’s body, grabbing his head while she’s flipping through the air and snapping his neck forward! Zack shoots backwards to the mat, holding his head and kicking his legs, while Crystal gets to her feet and basks in the loud crowd response directed at her. CABOOSE That’s right, honey, enjoy it while you can. Malibu gets to his feet, shoving Hebner away as he inches towards him. Zack turns around and eyes Crystal, but gets distracted by the roaring call of the fans. “CRYSTAL!” “CRYSTAL!” “CRYSTAL!” Malibu storms around the ring, kicking the ropes and shaking the cage wall to show his displeasure with the crowd chants, while Crystal stands smiling at their reaction. Zack turns to her, disgusted, and points a finger in her direction, telling her “this is the last time they’ll say your name!” Crystal eggs him on, and Malibu winds up, before charging forward at his foe… …AND GETS SPEARED OUT OF HIS BOOTS! CRYSTAL TAKES HIM DOWN! COLE HERE WE GO! Malibu’s head is met with a flurry of punches, as Crystal crawls onto his shoulders and begins beating on him! She follows up by yanking him to his feet, running to the corner and ramming his head into the top turnbuckle! Zack bounces up, and Crystal walks him over to the other corner, pounding his head into THAT turnbuckle! Zack’s eyes roll back, dazed from the two shots, and Crystal backs up near center ring, then takes Zack by the head runs him forward, hurling him headfirst up into the cage wall! Malibu rebounds back into the ring, but before he can fall off his feet, Crystal catches him…AND SENDS HIM INTO THE CAGE WALL AGAIN! Malibu falls back, half of his body hanging over the top rope, and Crystal pulls him to his feet, turning him around and running him to the other side of the ring before hurling him into the opposite cage wall! This time, she watches as he bounces off the canvas and lands on his stomach, and the crowd eats it up with a spoon. Crystal reaches down and pulls Zack up by the hair, slapping the back of his head two times in taunting fashion! CABOOSE Is she serious? She’s MOCKING him? COLE I’d say it’s about time Zack got a taste of his own medicine. Crystal pulls Zack up, but Malibu responds quickly with a LOW BLOW~!…which doesn’t have the same effect on Crystal as it would, say, Sly Sommers. Malibu, his forehead now busted open thanks to the forced meetings with the cage wall, looks up into Crystal’s eyes as she smiles down at him before jerking him up from his knees by the hair and walking him over to the cage wall…and mashes his face into it! Malibu squeals in pain as his face is raked across the steel mesh, doing the fresh wound on his forehead no favors. Crystal maintains her grip on his hair, saying “this is for Northstar” before forcing his face into the mesh again and raking it across the length of the cage wall! Malibu staggers away, weakly waving his arms around to try to prevent Crystal from keeping a hold on him, but she deflects the weak shots and spins him around, lifting him up and planting him onto her knee with an inverted atomic drop! Malibu clutches himself and doubles over, as Crystal lines him up and hits the ropes…AND RUNS RIGHT INTO A SCHOOL’S OUT~! COACH YO~! CABOOSE Hey Coach, The Fat Boys called, and they want their catchphrase back. Crystal collapses on impact, and Malibu falls onto his ass too, the force behind his own move taking away some of what energy he has left. Earl Hebner looks at both contestants, and seeing Crystal is in worse shape, he stands over her, holding the mic and asking first if she can hear him, and secondly if she quits. Crystal continues to lay on the canvas, her only movement being a lift of the arms to clutch her head, as Hebner stays closer to her. Malibu crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up, then turns and sees Hebner checking on Crystal’s condition. Zack comes over and yanks the mic out of Earl’s hand, bitching him out for trying to get the words “I Quit” out of Crystal…AND THEN CRACKS EARL IN THE FOREHEAD WITH THE MIC! Earl goes down like a sack of bricks, and Zack pulls him right back up, leading him across the ring and tossing HIM over the ropes and up into the cage wall! Earl slinks down into the area between the ropes and the cage, and this match is now official-less! COLE What on Earth did Zack Malibu do that for? There are no rules to worry about Hebner enforcing! CABOOSE Cole, how obvious does it need to be. He doesn’t want Crystal getting off this easy. You saw what happened Thursday night to Northstar. That was nothing more than a WARM-UP for the little lady here. Nobody, not Sly, not The Thrillogy, not even old Earl there is going to get in the way of Zack Malibu cutting Crystal’s career short here tonight! With the mic still in his hand, Zack wanders over to the dazed Crystal, who is trying to roll onto her stomach so that she can push herself up. Malibu reaches down, lifting her head up off the mat… THUNK! …and cracks her in the head with the mic! “YOU WANT TO SAY I QUIT, CRYSTAL? ARE YOU READY TO GIVE UP YET?” The crowd responds for her, shouting “NO!” as Malibu asks her. Before Crystal can respond, Malibu delivers another shot with the microphone! THUNK! “COME ON CRYSTAL, HERE’S YOUR CHANCE! COME ON, QUIT AND LIVE! QUIT AND LIVE!” Crystal groans as Malibu pulls on her hair, the uncomfortable sound caught by the mic and heard over the sound system. “Nnnnnnhhhhhh…” “COME ON, CHRISSY! COME ON, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS SAY…AAHHNUHHHH!” Malibu gets cut off, as Crystal strikes back with a low blow! Zack favors himself, and Crystal takes the mic from him, then smashes it against his temple! Crystal then takes the mic, and gives Zack his answer, though it’s not what he wanted to here. “NO!” THUNK! And she nails him again with the mic! THUNK! “NO!” THUNK! “NO!” THUNK! ”NO!” The fans roar as Crystal stands up to Zack, and knocks him against the ropes with the repeated mic shots. Crystal launches him to the far side by his arm, and swings out with a mic shot as he runs back towards her…but Malibu ducks and comes up behind Crystal with a sleeperhold…DROPPED INTO A TRENDSETTER~! COLE We haven’t seen that in ages! CABOOSE You’ll be saying that about Crystal soon enough, once Zack turns her into OAOAST history! With Crystal downed the the wind taken out of the crowd’s sails, Malibu walks over to the unconscious Hebner, sticking his body between the ropes and…grabbing Earl’s pants? COACH Uh…this is getting weird. Malibu does whatever it is he was doing, and…pulls Earl Hebner’s belt off his pants! COLE What in the name of God is Zack Malibu doing? Malibu, that tender cut dripping blood over his left eye, walks over to the fallen Female Phenom with the belt in hand…and then starts raining down on her with hard strap shots! Crystal tries to tuck and roll, but Malibu follows her around the ring, whipping any part of her that he can! Finally, Zack takes her by the hair and turns her to face him…then takes the buckle part of the belt, extending the metal piece that you would push through a belt loop…AND DIGS IT INTO CRYSTAL’S FOREHEAD! COLE HE’S SICK! ABSOLUTELY SICK! STOP THIS NOW! Crystal’s agonizing screams are heard loud and clear by the crowd, and many fans wince at the sight of Zack jabbing Crystal with the metal buckle piece, then raking it across her forehead and slicing Crystal open! Crystal throws her hands over her face, crying and panicking that the sadistic Malibu has just done this. Zack, smiling evilly, stalks Crystal as she falls to her knees, then gets back to her feet, freaking out over the sight of her own blood pouring into her hands! She walks to the corner and leans on it for support, but Malibu turns her towards him, not done with his assault. This time, Malibu wraps the belt around his hand, with the buckle portion around his knuckles and with the metallic rod exposed…then PUNCHES the open cut on her forehead, driving the buckle into it to open it further! Crystal grabs him by the wrist, desperately trying to force his hands away from her as the crimson mask begins to form…so Malibu strikes her down with a knee to the gut, taking the air out of her! Crystal falls to her knees, and Zack unwraps the belt from around his hand, throwing it around Crystal’s neck and then pulling back on it, choking her out! COACH Mikey…Mikey I don’t like this! COLE I don’t either Coach! For God’s sake, this is nothing more than a trap! He’s going to massacre that poor girl! CABOOSE It’s not a massacre, Cole. It’s a life lesson. How many times was she warned? When they don’t listen, you make an example out of them. In this case though, Crystal is going to become a statistic! The crowd is in stunned disbelief as Crystal tries to pry the belt from around her throat, but cannot. She falls to her knees, and Malibu leans back, pulling the belt back further and blocking Crystal from adding to her air supply! With her face soaked in blood, Crystal tries to scream, but can only gag as she tries to get her fingers around the belt and pull it out of Malibu’s grip. Seeing as how this isn’t working, Crystal braces herself, then kicks off the canvas, sending both her and Zack stumbling backwards into the corner! Malibu is slightly disoriented, but as Crystal tries to gain some distance from him, he comes back at her and again tries to choke her down with the belt! Crystal struggles yet again, trying to avoid being choked out, hoping to somehow counter this sadistic measure of offense…and finally she gets a grip on the belt to pull it off her throat! Still weak, Crystal cannot lift the belt off from over her head, as Malibu fights to choke her down. Thinking quickly, Crystal turns to her side and starts firing off elbows into Zack’s ribcage…once, twice, three times, and stuns him enough so that she can turn herself around fully…AND THEN PULLS HIS LEGS OUT FROM UNDER HIM AND LOCKS HIM IN THE CRYSTALLING~! COLE YES~! YES~! The crowd reaches a fever pitch, ROARING at the reversal of fortune! Crystal locks Zack’s legs under her arms and leans back, bellowing out a war call as she continues to bleed badly. Malibu squirms, the blood on his face unable to hide his discomfort as he reaches desperately for the ropes! COACH The ropes won’t save you tonight, Zacky-poo! Malibu wriggles, squirms, and does all he can to get free…and it works, as the drained Crystal is unable to keep him secured in her trademark submission. She falls forward, and now both of them are left crawling on all fours, each one desperate for recovery, but not wanting to give their opponent an extra inch to make a move. Crystal continues to check her wound, still very concerned with her blood loss, while Malibu seems passive to the fact that he too is caked with blood. Zack crawls towards the belt, his most recent weapon of choice in this match, but Crystal looks up and catches him going for it. She scurries over, still on all fours, and they engage in a tug of war for the belt! Neither one backs down, as they rest on their knees, each one using two hands to try and pry it away from the other. They fight to their feet, still locked in this tug of war over Earl Hebner’s belt, and Malibu spins out to the side, swinging Crystal into the ropes and gaining a grip on the belt! He swats at her on the rebound, but she ducks, and again quickly takes his legs out from under him for The Crystalling! This time, Zack is harder to roll over as he fights it with every ounce of his being. Unable to fight back as she’s nearing exhaustion, Crystal keeps his legs held, but gives up on trying to roll him over…SO SHE CATAPULTS HIM UP INTO THE CAGE WALL! Malibu slams hard against it, and slowly falls backwards…and Crystal takes the belt out of his hands! She raises it proudly, drawing a huge pop from the crowd, and then brings it down across Malibu’s back! CRACK! And again! CRACK! Again! CRACK! AgainAgainAgain! CRACKCRACKCRACK! Malibu shouts out in pain after taking every shot, and red welts start to form on his back from the impact! Crystal snaps the belt out, holding it in her two hands…and then wraps it around Zack’s throat as he’s getting up! Malibu tries to power forward and break free, but Crystal leans back further and further…then uses the belt hooked around his neck to slam him down to the canvas in an Edge-O-Matic style headbuster! Crystal stands right back up and bounces off the ropes, running towards the downed Zack and jumping up in the air before crushing his larynx with an on-target legdrop! Zack rolls onto his stomach, coughing and gasping for air, while Crystal retreats to the corner. She grabs the top turnbuckle pad and starts ripping at it, finally pulling it off and exposing the steel support in the corner! Across the ring, Zack struggles to get to his feet, using the corner and ropes as an aid into doing so. Once he gets to his feet, Malibu turns to see where the Female Phenom is at…and he sees her in mid-air, about to crash down on him with a diving corner splash! Malibu comes out of the corner, looking ready to do a Flair Flop, but Crystal holds him up and sends him into the exposed turnbuckle across the ring…NO! MALIBU COUNTERS…CRYSTAL GETS SENT INTO THE CORNER! The impact jolts her entire body as she groans in discomfort! Malibu catches himself before he falls face first on the mat, and looks up, seeing Crystal stunned by the corner whip. He charges forward out of his crouching stance, coming straight up to a vertical position before leaping up into the air and bending his knee outward… ZACK ATTACK~! …TO THE EXPOSED STEEL~! CRYSTAL COLLAPSES OUT OF THE WAY~! CABOOSE Did she do that on purpose!? COLE Whether intentional or not, she just spared herself, and Malibu’s knee cannot feel good right now. COACH Get that man some Icy-Hot! Zack rolls on the mat, pawing at his knee and groaning in pain, while Crystal lays still in recuperation. Speaking of recuperating, a dazed Earl Hebner has gotten to his feet, and steps back into the ring, walking past the blood puddles and over to the two competitors. As if nothing happened to him, Earl picks the microphone up off the canvas and walks over to each participant, checking to see if they’re ready to utter those fatal words. Though they don’t say it loudly, it’s clear that neither one of them are ready to go home, despite the wear and tear and pure viciousness of this match more apparent than ever. COLE By the looks of things, neither of these competitors is going to make it out of here in good health. CABOOSE By the looks of things, Crystal will be lucky to make it out, period. Malibu is first to his feet, and aggrivates the knee injury, causing him to have to limp around the ring. He hobbles over to Crystal, reaching down and pulling her up...but she falls right back to the canvas, out of his grasp. CABOOSE She's dead weight! Malibu chuckles, and reaches down again, pulling her into a standing headscissors...AND GETS TAKEN TO THE CANVAS...CRYSTALLING~! COACH She was fakin' it! CABOOSE Most women do. The cheers and roars of the crowd here in London, England are deafening, as Crystal rolls Zack Malibu onto his stomach and applies her famous submission! COLE Malibu's already hurt that knee of his, and this won't do it any favors! Malibu hollers in pain in a scene reminiscent of last month's PPV outing, when he was on the verge of tapping out to Crystal just before the time limit expired. Tonight, that won't be the case, and Malibu can't rely on rope breaks, time limits, or interference to save him. As he agonizes, Hebner goes to him with the mic, waiting for his call as to whether he'll surrender or not. "What do you say, Zack?" "I...Iiiiiiiiiii...." "Zack, do you surrender?" "I...gaaaaah...nnnnhhhh...no! NO!" Malibu refuses, but Crystal is determined to make him tap. With every last bit of strength she leans into The Crystalling as much as she can, the force of which puts more pressure on Zack's back and tears at his knees. "Zack, do you surrender?" "Nnnnnnhhh...I....yeeaaargh....unnnnnnh..." "Zack?" "Nnnnh....NOOOOOOOO!" Malibu refuses again, and after several seconds, Crystal breaks The Crystalling on her own will, walking over to the corner to rest. Malibu lays with his face buried in the canvas, his only movement coming from the breaths he is taking. Hebner stands back, watching on with the rest of the spectators as the two competitors desperately try to recharge themselves. Malibu starts to crawl slowly, his legs giving him hell after having been tied up in The Crystalling for so long, and he crawls under the bottom rope, into the small space between the ring ropes and the cage. Crystal comes out of the corner, focused on Malibu as he grips the mesh wall of the cage and uses it to pull himself to his feet. He turns and leans on the ropes, his upper body hanging over the top one, as Crystal comes over and lifts his head up, then fires off a forearm shot! Malibu reels back, leaned against the wall of the cage, as Crystal reaches over to him...and catches a thumb to the eye! With Crystal blinded, Zack takes her by the hair and holds her throat down on the top rope, falling to his knees to push it down as hard as he can. Crystal tries to push herself up, but she's too worn at this point, and relief doesn't come until Zack releases the hold himself, then leads her to the corner and smashes her face into the top turnbuckle! Crystal just stands slumped over the corner, and Zack slowly climbs the ropes, each step causing him to wince at the pain surging through his knees, but he's able to make it to the top. He seats himself on there, planting his feet on the middle turnbuckle and hooking Crystal in a front facelock. Malibu takes a deep breath, then kicks off the middle rope, rotating through the air while holding Crystal and nailing a Tornado...NO! CRYSTAL SHOVES ZACK OFF TO BLOCK! Zack tries to land on his feet, and does...BUT HIS LEGS GIVE OUT FROM UNDER HIM! Malibu falls to one knee, and tries to push himself...BUT GETS CRACKED IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD BY A STIFF RUNNING ENZUGIRI THAT KNOCKS HIS LIGHTS OUT! COLE The drive and determination of these two...we could be here all night! CABOOSE Get real, Cole. The wear and tear, the bruised and broken bones, the blood loss...the end is near, and by that I mean Crystal is about to get a dose of reality. Despite Caboose's claims, Crystal gets up, and seeing Zack downed, runs the ropes at full speed, leaping over his body as she rebounds back, and springing to the second, then third rope... DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH~! ONTO THE KNEES OF ZACK MALIBU~! COACH DAMN! Crystal rolls into the fetal position, coughing and crying after landing hard on Zack's knees. Despite blocking another signature Crystal manuever, Malibu acted on instinct, and his bad knees are in even more pain after having Crystal land on them with that velocity. Both champion and challenger roll on the canvas, until Zack slowly gets up and limps towards Crystal, helping her to her feet before dropping her headfirst on the canvas with a sick backdrop suplex that folds her in two! COLE Back and forth, back and forth! So much pain inflicted, but niether of these two have been able to maintain a clear cut advantage lately! COACH Like seesaw! CABOOSE Coach, we're talking about a battle for the World Heavyweight Championship, not some damned kindergarten game! Malibu sits up, and looks over his shoulder at the Female Phenom, who yet again is motionless on the canvas. After catching his breath, Malibu stands up, cringing as he walks on his bad legs, and stands over Crystal. He then nudges her body with his foot, but doesn't get a response, as she appears to be out of it. Malibu circles her, running his hands through his blood soaked hair and looking down at Crystal before he snaps, and begins stomping her repeatedly! Crystal's body bounces as it takes each stomp, and Malibu goes wild, driving his foot into her body as he screams at her. "YOU MADE ME DO THIS! YOU MADE ME THE BAD GUY!" Malibu continues stomping, as the fans boo and plead with him to stop. "IT'S YOUR FAULT! YOU DID THIS TO ME! YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF!" After assaulting her enough with the stomps, Malibu grabs her by the hair and drags her across the blood stained canvas, then picks up the belt with his free hand. Malibu stands Crystal up, again wraps the belt around her neck before standing back to back with her and pulling her up onto his shoulders, hanging her over his back! COLE He's sick! CABOOSE But he's going to win! Crystal kicks her legs, trying to get back onto the canvas, but cannot. Earl Hebner, gravely concerned but unable to stop to vicious attack, stands by, waiting for (hoping for?) Crystal to give. Crystal fights, and the more she thrashes the more off balance she throws Zack. Malibu steps near the ropes so that he's able to catch himself if she makes him fall, but the Female Phenom continues to struggle in an effort to spare her title chances, and very well her life! Malibu tightens his grip on the belt, but in fighting off her struggle, puts himself too close to the corner...and CRYSTAL KICKS OFF THE TURNBUCKLES, FLOATING OVER! Desperately, she shoves Zack backwards once she lands in front of him, and he falls back into the corner with the exposed steel! Malibu cringes as Crystal collects herself, and she pushes a concerned Hebner away before picking the belt up and whipping Zack across the chest with it HARD. "This is for Sly!" CRACK! "And for Northstar!" CRACK! "And for ME!" CRACK! "For ME!" CRACK! "FOR ME!" CRACK! Malibu walks along the ropes, holding onto them for support, as Crystal steps out between the cage wall and the ropes, and brings Zack out there with her. He lifts his hands and tries to knock her hands away, but Crystal keeps control, and starts running his face along the cage wall from side to side! Malibu whines in pain, showing perhaps the most weakness in his near three year OAOAST career, as Crystal nods for Hebner to come over with the microphone. Malibu's skin is torn by the cage wall, and the sight of Hebner sticking a mic in his face looking for his submission can't make it feel any better. "Zack...what do you say, Zack?" "Grrrrreeeeeeeeyeeeargh...ge...guh..." "Zack, do you surrender?" "Gi...guh...GET AWAY FROM ME!" Hebner backs up quickly, and Crystal takes Zack by the head, ramming him into the cage wall once...twice...then clotheslines him over the top rope and back into the ring! Malibu stands up quickly, but falls backwards just as quickly, and Crystal backs him to the ropes, whipping him in...but Malibu's knee blows out mid-run! He falls to one knee, and as Crystal approaches... SCHOOL'S OUT~! BLOCKED~! CRYSTAL SPINS HIM AROUND...KICK TO THE GUT... ...AND SHE SETS UP FOR A POP DROP~!?!?!? ZACK SMALL PACKAGES HER, ROLLING THROUGH TO HIS FEET! FALLING STAR DRIVER...NO~! CRYSTAL FALLS OVER HIS BACK~! She grabs a waistlock and runs him to the ropes, but he hooks the rope to block the roll through! Crystal flips backwards, coming up to her feet and charging...elevated up and over...AND SHE CATCHES THE CAGE WALL AND STARTS CLIMBING~!? CABOOSE What the...who does she think she is, Spider Man? Crystal climbs up the cage wall to the roof, and then starts heading across the roof of the cage as if she's climbing on a jungle gym! Malibu looks up, swatting his hands to try and catch her ankles, but can't. Unable to jump at her because of his knees, Malibu picks up the belt and hurls it at her, but it barely grazes her as she dangles above his head! COLE What is she doing? Crystal looks down at Zack, and can be heard yelling "Come on"! COLE Is she...is she challenging him to climb?! CABOOSE She's challenging him to a game of chicken in the middle of her final title shot!? Malibu protests, telling her to get back down and fight, busting out his now-standard "Do you know who I am!?" comment. Crystal brushes it off, and seeing that he's backed into a corner, Malibu has no choice but to step out near the wall and start his own climb! The crowd is abuzz as Crystal heads out several feet further, getting closer to Zack as he makes his way towards her...and then she kicks both legs up and plants them in his chest, trying to knock him down! Malibu swings, and as he swings towards Crystal he kicks his legs up, kicking at her...but she sways backwards, then swings forward forcefully, AND DRIVES A STIFF RIGHT BOOT INTO ZACK MALIBU'S FACE~! COLE A SWINGING YAKUZA KICK~!? Zack takes it right on the chin and nearly falls from the roof, catching himself with one hand before spilling down to the canvas below! Malibu looks down, seeing that it's a bit of a drop from the roof to the mat. Crystal swings herself on the roof of the cage, gaining momentum before swinging up and wrapping her legs around Zack's head... ...AND HITTING A HURACANRANA THAT PULLS HIM FROM THE ROOF DOWN TO THE CANVAS~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COACH YOOOOOO~! The crowd roars as Zack and Crystal land...but Crystal tucks and rolls backwards just as she crashes...AND COMES UP WITH MALIBU'S LEGS IN HER ARMS~! THE CRYSTALLING IS LOCKED ON~!!!!!!!!! COLE LOOK AT THIS! THIS MUST HAVE BEEN HER PLAN ALL ALONG! CABOOSE SHE SUCKERED HIM IN! HE COULD HAVE DIED FROM THAT FALL! COACH He went up there! Who was the sucker!? The crowd is apeshit, jumping up and down, screaming, as Malibu's eyes are glazed over, showing signs of a concussion for sure. Crystal keeps the legs clenched, and Earl Hebner dives down in front of Zack, sticking the mic in front of his mouth, echoing every groan of pain over the PA system! COLE SHE'S GOT HIM HOOKED! "AAAAAAAAAH..." "Zack...Zack what do you say?" "Aaaaaarggghhhh....no...no I can.....keearrrrrgh!" Crystal closes her eyes, making the wish as she fights through her own pain that this battle will soon be over. Malibu struggles, his body aching after taking an involuntary skydive... "C'mon Malibu, what do you say?" "Nah...Nah...Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnh" "Zack!? Zack, what do you say!?" Blood drips from the heads of both competitors as the crowd bellows out the name of their favorite as loud as they can. "CRYSTAL!" "CRYSTAL!" "CRYSTAL!" The sound of the audience is overpowering, drowning out Zack's pleas for help. Earl Hebner kneels before him again, clutching the mic... "Zack? What do you say, Zack?" Malibu yells in pain, desperately crying for help...AND THE CROWD BOOS AS HOFF COMES RUNNING DOWN THE RAMP! COLE What the hell is he doing here!? CABOOSE Well he's not here to play poker with us, you twit! What do you THINK he's trying to do!? COACH He can't get in though, Mikey! He can't help Zack! Hoff starts shaking the wall of the cage desperately, but the fans pop like never before as Leon Rodez, The Global Party Exchange, and The Blurricane charge down the ramp and pigpile on Hoff, beating the former 24/7 Champion up the ramp and back to the dressing room! Hoff, weary from his earlier brawl, tries to fight back, but is driven back to the dressing room thanks to the four on one odds, as Crystal struggles to keep Zack down! Hoff is sent back behind the curtain, and the four babyfaces stand atop the ramp, making sure nobody tries anything, watching on as the action unfolds down in the ring. "Zack? Come on Zack, do you give or not!?" "I.....I....can....Nnnnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaargh...I...Unnnnnnnh..." "Zack? ZACK?" Crystal pulls back, letting out another war cry, overexerting herself simply to try and further hurt the man who betrayed their friendship and tortured her for the past four months. "ZACK?" "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH....I.....I....." "I SURRENDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!" *SUPERDUPERMEGAPOPOFTHECENTURY~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* *DING*DING*DING* Hebner taps Crystal on the shoulder, and she collapses, falling forward as she lets go of The Crystalling. The London crowd reaches a fever pitch as she slowly stands up, lifting her head to see the fans calling for her and pointing to Earl Hebner, who stands behind her. She turns, and Earl Hebner takes her wrist and raises her arm up, drawing a huge crowd pop again, and a sigh of relief from the Female Phenom! Michael Buffer stands up, and his normally bombastic voice is nearly drowned out by the joyous crowd as he makes the official announcement. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER....AND THE NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION....CRRRRRRRRRRYSSSSSSSSSSSSTALLLLLLLL!" COACH MIKEY COLE, SHE DID IT! COLE CRYSTAL! CRYSTAL IS THE NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! CABOOSE I...but...NO! NO! The cage begins to rise, and as it does, the Global Party Exchange, Leon Rodez and The Blurricane all enter the ring to congratulate the Female Phenom! Gunner Sharps comes barging out of the back, followed by AJ Flaire, who walks slowly with a wide smile on his face for his old friend. Even Cole and Coach jump up from the commentary position to join in the celebration, leaving Caboose to throw his headset down in disgust! Hebner retrieves the belt from Buffer now that the cage is up, and goes to hand it to Crystal. The babyfaces make an opening for Crystal to go claim her prize, and she just stares at it as Earl puts it in her hands. Tears mix with the blood, but as Crystal looks at her reflection in the belt, she's probably wondering if it was all worth it. She then throws her arms up, holding the belt high in the air, and the reception she gets lets her know it was all worth it! Malibu, meanwhile, has not even flinched, and now Hoff makes his way down to the ring. The babyfaces stand off with him, but all he does is drag Malibu out to the ramp and help him up. The cameras close in on them, and Malibu asks Hoff "where's my belt". Hoff doesn't say anything, and Malibu slowly turns his head back to the ring, and sees Johnny Jackson and Scotty Static lifting Crystal up onto their shoulders! Malibu shoves Hoff away, and collapses in the process, falling down on the ramp and trying to crawl back to the ring, shouting "NOOOOOO!" Hoff tries to pull him up, but Malibu struggles to crawl back to the ring, as the faces celebrate. Crystal looks down, locking eyes with Zack, and then tilts her head back in a fashion similar to his cocky poses, raising the belt up high to show him that his worst nightmare has come true. Zack Malibu, the so called Savior, the Franchise of the OAOAST, has been dethroned. By someone he once called friend. Someone he claimed was just a flash in the pan. Just a girl. Zack Malibu has been dethroned by that girl. His world has come crashing down around him. Once again, he's known as the former World Heavyweight Champion, thanks to perhaps his toughest challenger yet. The Female Phenom. The NEW OAOAST World Champion. © MMIV OAOAST Entertainment All Rights Reserved. FADE TO BLACK... Edited August 29, 2004 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
