NYU 0 Report post Posted October 3, 2004 LAST SUNDAY……. WATTS Ah, damn. I can’t have a Pay-Per-View here tonight! POPICK I don’t understand this, Watts. Why not? WATTS Look at all these rats. They’ve completely infested the building! DUSTY RHODES DEY BE RATS!!! DEY BE RATS IN THE WOMEN’S BATHROOM!!! WATTS ……you make a good point, Dusty. Show’s not going on tonight. Sorry. LAST THURSDAY……. The New New Midnight Express are right behind! They shove Sadist off the top rope to the floor, where he hits his head hard on the guard rail! JINGUS drops Scotty, and tries to fight off the Midnights as they run in, but the NNMX have brought baseball bats, and beat JINGUS down with them! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hoff lies unmoving on the mat as Stevens climbs to the top rope!! The fans come to their feet as Stevens leaps high into the air, pumps.…AND THE FROG SPLASH CONNECTS!!!! ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!! THREE!!!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Parka stands back up, but Cain blasts him in the back of the head with a chain covered fist! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE (Spinebuster) + NIGHTSHADE (Rock Bottom) = 3-B, BLACK BODY BAG! T-Bod makes the cover! 1.….2.…..3! He beats El Dandy! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ALL GUNS BLAZING….FROM THE RAMPWAY…..TO THE RING! Gunner simply places his foot on Drek’s chest! 1.…..2.…..3! And the five points go to Gunner Sharps! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Cross-face Chicken Wing! Father is trapped! The Blurricane pulls back on the hold! FATHER I……I…….I…….quit! ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Zack drives the sledgehammer into Axel’s face! Blood splatters every where but most of it finds a home on the chest of it’s liberator, Zack Malibu. Zack relishes being covered in his rival’s blood and he allows a cruel cackle to rush from mouth! After his deplorable laughter dies down, Zack grabs the lid the of the casket and slams it down, effectively shutting the door on Axel and this match! After the sound of the casket slamming shut travels through the ears of the audience, every single one of them gets onto their feet and boos the hell out of Zack Malibu! We slowly fade into the opening credits with a long shot of a bloody, smiling Zack Malibu. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ “I Like Plays” and we see the opening video. Then we finally see the OAOAST Logo! BOOMSHAKALAKALAKALAKALAKAASKASKASKALASK! An incredible display of fireworks burst at the top of the ramp! COLE WELCOME, ladies and gentlemen, to a very special edition of Saturday Night HeldDown! I’m Michael Cole, alongside The Coach and Caboose. COACH Cole, did you ever play NBA Jam before? Those fireworks sound a lot like… COLE And folks, we really have a great show lined up for you tonight! CABOOSE I can’t believe I had to waste my Saturday night for this! COLE What devoted announcers we have. Anyway, The Road to the Elimination Chamber continues with three more Round Robin matches. We will be seeing the two leaders of the tournament - Gunner Sharps and Panther - fight it out for first place at this important juncture. COACH We will also see The Blurricane face Leon Rodez, with the X-Title NOT on the line - but points in this important tournament very much up for grabs. CABOOSE And let’s not forget - one more time - we will finally get to see Drek Stone get his hands on The Mad Cappa and show him exactly who is the better wrestler in the OAOAST. COLE But that’s not all. CABOOSE Of course not. I’ve heard, from my own special sources, that Hoff has something huge planned for tonight. And Cole, I gotta tell you - Hoff has never steered us wrong before. COACH Oh god, I can only imagine what this entails….. COLE In addition, we will be seeing great Tag Team action when The Frankensteiners take on Chicks Over Dicks. And who else knows WHAT we could be seeing as fallout from Dirty Deeds on Sunday. CABOOSE Thursday. COLE Oh….right. COACH Damned dirty rats. COLE Well, now, let’s get down to….. CUE: "Streams of Whiskey" by The Pogues COLE WHOA! CABOOSE God dammit... COACH Jasmine Burns?! Is this Jasmine Burns?! Oh GAWD is she hot...jesus... -The curtain suddenly flaps open, causing the fans' cheers to grow even louder. Standing on the ramp, wearing a light pink pleated mini-skirt and white blouse, the Vegas Rose, Jasmine Burns-Baker. The male fans whistle as she walks seductively down the ramp towards the ring. COLE Fans, it is great to see Jasmine Burns-Baker here tonight. I guess while Ragdoll, aka Austin Baker, was in rehab, he decided to settle down. It's great to see this, fans. CABOOSE It's great because Ragdoll isn't here, the bastard. Jasmine is now in the center of the ring. She holds a microphone in her left hand, and her right hip in her other. A gold wedding band resting snuggly on her right index finger. She slowly raises the mic to her lips to speak as the music dies down, but the fans' cheers cut her off. She giggles slightly as the fans start the infamous chant: "WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK!!" -Jasmine slowly raises the mic again and speaks, her sexy Irish accent still very present. JASMINE Thank yah, Lil' Rock! -Cheap pop...who cares. It's Gangster. JASMINE Now...i'm sure you awl know about me husband's drug problem... -The fans grow quieter out of a sign of respect. JASMINE Well...I decided to come out herr tonight and tell yah...he's CLEAN an' SOBER, and ready to take on th' world! -The fans pop huge over this announcement, knowing now that Ragdoll will be at the top of his game once again. CUE: "Papercut" by Linkin Park -The fans are dead silent. "Who the hell is this?" they think, as does Jasmine, who is now staring a hole through the curtain. COLE Uhhhh....this is... "WAIT JUST A DAMN MINUTE!!" COACH Hm...what's this cat's name? CABOOSE Joey....Angel? -From behind the curtain comes an unknown jobber. No pop. HA! COLE Shit, he looks familiar... COACH Yeah...damn, his name escapes me. -Jasmine has a look of annoyance on her face as the mysterious jobber slides into the ring. JASMINE Who are yah? COLE Johnny...Packer? COACH What? JOBBER My name is Rob Mack, and you had better remember it! COLE Shit...that was my next guess! -The fans start booing and chanting: "FUCK YOU BOB-BY! *clap clap clapclapclap* FUCK YOU BOB-BY! *clap clap clapclapclap*" MACK ROB, GOD DAMMIT! MY NAME IS ROB MACK!!! NOT BOBBY!! JASMINE Bobby... MACK ROB!! JASMINE ...Bobby... MACK ROB!!! JASMINE Look, i'm goin' tuh call yah Bobby no matter what, so...Bobby...what're yah doin' out here? MACK IT'S ROB!! IT'S ROB, YOU STUPID MICK BITCH!! -The fans gasp as Jasmine covers her mouth. Rob looks around nervously. COLE Fans, we here at HeldDown do not condone such terms in any way, so needless to say, Rob Mack is gone. "VIVAAAAAAAA LAS VEGAS!!!" CUE: "Somebody told Me" by The Killers COACH HE'S NOT LEAVING WITHOUT AN ASS-KICKING, THAT'S FOR SURE!!! -Jasmine smiles wide as the fans cheers grow insanely loud. Rob looks on in terror as the curtain flies open, and out walks Austin Baker...aka...RAGDOLL!!! He slowly walks towards the ring and slides in, causing Rob to back into the far corner, damn near tears. Ragdoll slowly stalks towards him, taking his wife's mic as he does so. Within seconds, Ragdoll is face to face with Rob Mack. FANS "KICK HIS ASS!! KICK HIS ASS!! KICK HIS ASS!!!" -Ragdoll slowly raises the mic to his lips. RAGDOLL ...Did you just call my wife a mick bitch? -Rob slowly shakes his head. RAGDOLL Wait...you didn't? -Rob shakes his head again. RAGDOLL Well shit...now i'm all confused...i thought that you interrupted my wife giving an update on my condition...to call her a stupid mick bitch. And YOU say you didn't...can we watch the replay? -The fans cheer as the replay of minutes ago appears on the HeldTron. JASMINE Bobby...what're yah doin' out here? MACK IT'S ROB!! IT'S ROB, YOU STUPID MICK BITCH!!" -The replay ends there, and we now see Ragdoll nodding slowly, his back to Rob. Rob raises his mic to his mouth and stammers out: "Look...Austin..." -Suddenly, Ragdoll turns around and grabs Rob by the throat, pushing him against the far turnbuckle. RAGDOLL YOU CANNOT CALL ME AUSTIN, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! I DON'T FUCKING KNOW YOU, SO DON'T ACT LIKE YOU KNOW ME, GOT IT?! -The fans once again start chanting "KICK HIS ASS!" as Rob starts to blubber slightly. Ragdoll just shakes his head and backs away. RAGDOLL You know what...Fuck You, Mack...you aren't worth hitting. -Rob starts to calm down slightly as Ragdoll turns his back to him. Unbeknownst to Rob, though, is Ragdoll has clenched his right hand into a fist. COLE Ragdoll, on a side note, has got a Meeeeeeeeeeean right hand... COACH ....Thanks.... RAGDOLL Then again...it could be fun... -Ragdoll suddenly drops the mic and turns around quickly, driving his right fist into the jaw of Rob Mack, causing the jobber to drop and the roar of the crowd to rise. Ragdoll backs up once again, his eyes now locked on Rob, who is slowly pulling himself up using the ropes. His back is to Ragdoll. COLE Oh my...we could see the first Devil Doll since Ragdoll's return!! -Rob slowly turns around on one knee, just as Ragdoll sprints toward him...RAGDOLL LEAPS........ WHAM!!!!! The fans go insane as Rob's head gets sandwiched between the second turnbuckle and Ragdoll's knee! Rob drops to the mat lifeless as Ragdoll stands quickly, looking out at the sea of fans. They once again chant: "WEL-COME BACK!! WEL-COME BACK!!" -Ragdoll smiles wide as he picks up a mic. RAGDOLL This is a warning...to EVERYONE in the back...Ragdoll has returned...and he's fuckin pissed. -The fans erupt once again. RAGDOLL So...I am issuing an open challenge for next week's HeldDown...Anybody that has something to prove or is just itching for a fight...come and get it. -Ragdoll throws down the mic as "Somebody Told Me" hits the PA system once again. He gently takes Jasmine's hand and leads her out of the ring as the fans sing along with the song. COLE Fans...you heard it here...next week...on HeldDown...Ragdoll has issued an open challenge. Who will accept it? We'll find out then...for now, we have to take a quick commercial break!! COACH What a way to start off the night! *COMMERCIAL*’ Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted October 3, 2004 OAOAST.COM EXCLUSIVE FRIDAY, 3:37 A.M. In the role of interviewer is OAOAST agent Terry Taylor, riding inside the limousine of the former OAOAST and current HIYAH International tag team champions Black T along with Jivin' J.R. & former OAOAST head trainer, the always sexy Ima Hoe. Her hair down and dressed in a beautiful low cut black dress with diamond earrings and gold necklace. Black T look pimplicious in tailor-made Armani suits and black sunglasses. T-Bod grabs 3 glasses and pours champagne into them. He hands two of glasses to Dan & Ima, keeping one for himself. Ima can't keep her hands off Dan & T-Bod. J.R. (Off Screen) This time I don't have to pay! The camera pans around to get a shot of Jivin' J.R. with the HIYAH tag titles draped over his shoulders and a big smile on his face. We pan back Taylor. TAYLOR I'm Terry Taylor with this OAOAST.com exclusive interview. (Looking at watch) It's 3:37 a.m. and we're conducting this interview as Black T head to the airport after celebrating T-Bod's victory against El Dandy at Dirty Deeds, which angered "Cowboy" Bill Watts, the Chairman of the OAOAST board of directors. T-BOD (kissing Ima gently on her neck, as she rubs his thigh) Who cares! DAN Enjoying this, Terry? J.R. Yeah, Rooster, are ya? TAYLOR (looking at Ima) Ahem! T-BOD It's normal, Terry. If you were Michael Cole, you'd be looking at me or Dan the whole time. TAYLOR Gentlemen, I have to ask you about your actions at Dirty Deeds. Dan, I mean, we thought you were injured. What-- DAN Ever heard of a work, Taylor? Money talks, bullshit walks. Just look at our suits. Tailor-made, man. Black T have a surplus of money that would make the United States government cry. Throw a couple hundred dollars around and people are willing to...help. I'm sure Mr. Watts will find some way to punish us, but like we've done before -- whatever he throws our way we'll defeat. The bloody bastard already booked us in a match against Los Infernales at World Without End, for God's sake. TAYLOR Question about the Inten5e stable Stephen Joseph leads. You guys rarely hang out together, and the group appears to be on the verge of-- T-Bod sits on the edge of his seat. T-BOD The group is fine. Our relationship with Stephen Joseph is fine. That's all we have to say. TAYLOR Fair enough. Dan Black, as Mystery Eskimo, has faced Los Infernales on many occasions. For most of your career, T-Bod, you've been a singles wrestler. What are your thoughts on SpiderPoet & El Dandy? T-BOD Make no mistake about, Terrance, Los Infernales were a helluva tag team. I've seen video footage and understand how good they are. Stephen Joseph has gone to hell and back with SpiderPoet, and he's told me everything I need to know about the man. I can't say the same for Lou Ferrigno -- but I enjoyed his years as The Hulk. Come on, El Dandy? Is this guy's self-esteem so low he needs to remind himself how good he is? Black T never have to remind each other how good we are...we already know it. But like I said, Los Infernales were a helluva tag team. Being great doesn't mean you going around saying it. Being great is proving it to each and everyone who gets in your way. And that's what Black T have done. TAYLOR If I may ask Dr. Hoe a question. DAN Please. TAYLOR Dr. Hoe, you look lovely, but how could you? What was it-- money, fame? IMA Sweetheart, Dr. Feelgood did what any sane person would -- take the money. Do you know how many little girls grow up hoping for Prince Charming to ride his horse to your doorstep, sweep you off your feet and pamper you for the rest of your life? Taylor shakes his head "no." But he isn't the only one. Dan & T-Bod shoot each other a look, like "what did she just say?" IMA Dan & Tony are my Prince Charmings. Look at them. Oh they're so hot, they turn me on whenever I look at them. Look at the jewels I'm wearing. Two years worth of OAOAST paychecks wouldn't be enough to buy them. But one simple deed and -- POOF -- they're mine. Diamonds are a girl's best friend, you know? DAN Hold on a minute, luv. We're not your Prince Charmings. What's wrong with you? We told you we don't mix business with pleasure. Ima doesn't know what to do. Her eyes begin to water. Obviously she said something that struck a nerve with Black T. IMA But you-- DAN (CONT'D) Welcome to the real world. People use people. Bottom line. We needed to have a dirty deed done dirt cheap -- and believe you me, a couple thousand dollars spent means nothing to us. Not only did we take care of business, but we also got a piece of what everybody in the locker room wants. Quite frankly, your sevices are no longer needed. Ima tries to hold back her tears but it's impossible, the emotion overcomes her. The limo stops on the side of the road. The sounds of passing cars can be heard in the background. Dan RIPS THE NECKLACE off Ima's neck, then SHOVES her OUT THE DOOR, in the middle of the road! Black shuts the door and lowers the window. Taylor looks on in disgust as Black T show no compassion whatsoever. J.R. You are the weakest link. Goodbye! DAN Darling, you mustn't cry. We would give you money for cab fair, but you can hitch a ride with one of those rednecks. Just stick your thumb out until a car stops, then show them your assets -- lips, tits and ass, you know the drill. It's quite easy, really. TAYLOR This is sickening. I can't believe you two would... T-BOD I beg your pardon. I thought you were supposed to be fair and balance, Mr. Taylor. See, we're arrogant pricks who train together, eat together, party together, and we'll probably die together. But there's one guarantee in life: there are winners and losers. And every week Black T shows the world why we're winners. On behalf of Mr. Black & Mr. Jive, we appreciate your interest. But now, you must leave. TAYLOR B-But... DAN But nothing. We have the girls, the money, the top international tag title, and we're coming for the biggest prize in tag team wrestling -- the OAOAST tag team championship. And you dare slander us! This interview is now over. Ta-ta. T-Bod tosses Terry Taylor and the cameraman out. Ima & Taylor look on as the limo speeds away, leaving a puff of smoke behind. COLE Welcome back to HeldDOWN~! on a SaturDAY~! Night! The Round-Robin continues next up, wi... CABOOSE Wait, wait. What the hell did you just say? COLE What? CABOOSE What did you call the show? COLE Oh, I was just trying out the name. You know, as it's such a special night it should really have a special name. COACH Special as in retarded...or, you know, the good type of special? CABOOSE Yeah, it sounds more like the first one to me. COLE It was just a joke, ok? Can we just get on with the show without the usual bickeri...don't worry, I already know the answer to that. CABOOSE No no, carry on. Frankly, insulting you is beginning to get a little too easy recently. It lacks the fun that it used to. I'll just sit here until you...you know, grow a backbone or something. Cole looks at Caboose with an odd expression on his face as 'Boose pulls a Coke out from between two of the seats in the sofa, taking a swig of it as Cole just sighs. COLE ...the Round-Robin continues up next, with singles action. The standings are still very close so every point matters, every match is crucial. Tonight is certainly no different...considering we have the top two facing each other, AND we have Drek versus Cappa. This upcoming match has some exterior history also. The X-Division Champion The Blurricane takes on a man who maybe should be the X-Division Champion, Leon Rodez. Rodez was cost his shot at the X-Division Title by Drek Stone last month and has something to prove to Blurricane here tonight. CABOOSE Well, you know Mikey... COLE ...that lasted long. CABOOSE ...Mikey, these two men are coming off of considerable efforts at Dirty Deeds. Rodez had a hell of a time in the Gauntlet Match, with two long battles before getting crushed by Gunner. And Blurricane was involved in a battle too. In my opinion, Rodez came off worse and Rodez doesn't have enough left to beat Blurricane. .:CUE: "Higher Ground" by The Red Hot Chili Peppers:. *PHHHHFFFF!* Off goes the pyro and into the air shoots the OAOAST X-Division Champion...The Blurricane! The crowd rise to their feet, as Blurricane hits the 'hands on hips pose' to their delight, before striding down the aisleway. Behind him, out follow Eddy Kalm and Blurricane's girlfriend Lean Blackstone, as Blurricane tags the hands of some fans. BUFFER This following non title, Round-Robin Challenge contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first. From Houston, Texas...he weighs two hundred and ten pounds. The reigning OAOAST X-Division Champion of the WOOORRRLD... THE BLUUUUUURRRRRICAAANEEE!!!!! Blurricane slides into the ring and quickly unstraps his X-Division Championship, raising the gold in the air for all to see. Leah and Kalm meanwhile take position at one corner of the ring. Passing the belt out to Kalm, Blurricane and Leah exchange a smile and a wink, before Blurricane removes the CAPE~! and lays it over the top turnbuckle. CABOOSE There he is! The man who puts the 'X' into 'eXtremely goofy'! COLE Come on 'Boose. The Blurricane may have a reputation of being a little unorthodox, but he's an awesome athlete and a worthy X-Division Champion. .:CUE: "You Sexy Thing" by Hot Chocolate:. Through the curtains steps Leon Rodez, still looking a little worse for wear after his contribution to Dirty Deeds but all the same smiling and saluting his fans. Including a couple of women somewhere in the crowd...one with an 'L' and an 'E' on her vest top, the other with 'O' and 'N'. Which would be great, if they weren't standing in a way that spelt 'ONLE'. They quickly re-arrange themselves, as meanwhile Rodez walks gingerly down the ramp. BUFFER And his opponent! From Grand Rapids, Michigan and weighing two hundred and eight pounds...he is "SILKY SMOOTH"... LEEEEEEEOOON RRROOOOODDEEEZZZ!!!!! Hopping onto the apron, Rodez blows a double handed kiss towards the crowd before leaping into the ring. Quickly removing his crimson robe and dumping it to the outside, Rodez gives the fans a last wave as the music cuts. Blurricane now stands across the ring from him and with everybody ready to go the referee calls for the bell. *DING DING* COLE Here we go. Blurricane versus Rodez for the first time ever. COACH Wink wink. COLE Well, actually, this IS the first time 'Blurricane' has met Rodez. Technically. Stepping into the centre of the ring, both men stare into the eyes of the other...both with rather uncharacteristic, focused looks on their faces. Neither man is budging, both glaring at the other. Until finally, Blurricane extends his hand and looks for a handshake. Rodez looks at the hand, then back at Blurricane, before turning back to the hand...and shaking it. As soon as he does though, Blurricane pulls Rodez closer to him, face to face and pretty much nose to nose. Both men begin exchanging heated words and release the handshake, before both firing off a right hand at the same time and catching each other in the jaw! Both stagger back, with Blurricane charging right back in and grabbing Rodez in a side headlock. Rodez twists out of it though, pushing Blurricane off the headlock and into the ropes, catching him coming back with a hiptoss... ...with Blurricane spinning through in mid-air, landing on his feet and hiptossing Rodez over. Rodez gets right back, taking a right hand to the jaw as he does. Blurricane hits a second. And a third. But Rodez manages to catch Blurricane with a knee to the gut and a quick snap suplex. Rodez rolls back to his feet, only to change his mind and make a cover... ONE! T... Quick kickout. Back up gets Rodez, hitting the ropes as Blurricane drops down. Rodez hurdles him and rebounds again, only for Blurricane to take him over with an armdrag. Back up gets Rodez, and back over he goes with a second armdrag. Rodez gets quickly back up again though and quickly connects with a boot to the gut to double over Blurricane and stop his momentum. Grabbing his opponent, Rodez irish whips Blurricane into the ropes, only for Blurricane to hang onto the ropes to stop himself from flying back. Thinking quickly, Rodez charges in... *SMACK!* ...but takes a stiff boot in the jaw! COACH Ouch! COLE Indeed. Away staggers Rodez as Blurricane quickly exits to the apron and motions to the crowd, who cheer Blurricane on. Leaping to the top rope, Blurricane springboards back into the ring and wipes out Rodez with a diving clothesline, quickly making the cover from it... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Both men are back up quickly again, with Blurricane booting Rodez in the gut before running to the ropes. As he sprints back though, Rodez catches him in a powerslam and hooks the leg... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Again, up get both men and again it's Blurricane hitting a boot on Rodez to gain the advantage. This time, instead of running to the ropes, Blurricane grabs Rodez and throws him into the corner. Looking to keep his advantage this time, Blurricane begins to fire away with some right hands on Rodez. And backed in the corner, Rodez has nowhere to go. Until that is he ducks one punch, causing Blurricane to throw himself into the corner...where Rodez begins to go to work with some right hands of his own. COLE These two men are very evenly matched...weight, height, ability... CABOOSE But Blurricane has more energy, as I said from the start. With Blurricane temporarily rocked, Rodez grabs the X-Division Champion by the arm and irish whips him out of the corner and across the ring. Blurricane slams on the brakes in the corner however as Rodez runs in. Blurricane turns just in time though, ducking behind the on-rushing Rodez and locking on a waistlock. Before he can do any more, Rodez elbows out of the waistlock and switches behind Blurricane, only to spin Blurricane face to face with him... *SMACK!* "WHOOOO!" ...and chop the air out of The Blurricane! The crowd gasp with Blurricane, as Rodez tries again and sends Blurricane back to the corner he came from moments earlier. Getting to the corner, Blurricane this time plants his hands on the top rope and looks to float over Rodez. But Rodez puts the brakes on underneath Blurricane and catches him across the shoulder as he comes down...throwing Blurricane back up into the air with a snake eyes drop across the top turnbuckle! Blurricane staggers out of the corner, as Rodez hops to the middle ropes and springs off with a dropkick... ...which Blurricane swats away!!! COLE Nice counter by Blurricane! COACH Oh, but Leon hit hard man. He hit real hard. As Blurricane takes a moment to regain his bearings, Rodez remains curled up on the canvas clutching at his ribs with a grimace on his face. Blurricane wastes little time in taking advantage as he jumps onto Rodez's rib area with a double stomp. It looks like Rodez may be seriously hurt. But all the same, Blurricane double stomps Rodez's ribs a second time as Leah and Kalm look pretty pleased with what's going on. "RO - DEZ! RO - DEZ! RO - DEZ!" The crowd begin to get behind 'Silky Smooth', but no amount of fan support is going to sooth his aching ribs. Blurricane meanwhile ignores the chants and pulls Rodez up from the canvas, pushing him back into the turnbuckles. Rodez still clutches his rib area, as in moves Blurricane with a boot to those same ribs...and a second. Slowly Rodez droops forward and lands on his knees, but is pulled back up by Blurricane and turned to face the corner. An elbow to the ribs jolts Rodez, before Blurricane shoves Rodez forward so he crashes into the turnbuckles sternum first. Back staggers Rodez, into a shrift forearm and an equally crisp side russian legsweep which leaves his ribs even worse for wear. COLE You may be right 'Boose, I think Rodez is definately still feeling the effects of Dirty Deeds here tonight. CABOOSE Don't sound so surprised that I'm right Cole. Pulling Rodez back off the canvas, Blurricane whips Rodez into the ropes and catches him coming back with a knee to the gut. The force drops Rodez to his knees as Blurricane sprints into the ropes, coming back and looking for a swinging neckbreaker. Rodez reads the move however and is able to spin out of the attempt, straight into a vertical suplex...with as much of a floatover as Rodez can manage for the cover. ONE! TWO! Blurricane is out at two. CABOOSE That's Rodez's only hope, right there. Catching Blurricane off of his guard with a quick move and getting the surprise pin. But he's got to do it quick. The longer this match goes, the less chance Rodez has. Rodez gets gingerly back to his feet, looking to slow the pace by applying a side headlock on Blurricane. But he doesn't reckon Blurricane popping 'dose hips and hitting a backdrop suplex, folding Rodez up violently across the back of his head! Rodez flops onto his front and remains there as Blurricane gets back up. Adjusting his gloves, Blurricane looks down at Leon and grabs a handful of hair as he looks to bring Rodez back up. He does so, hitting a textbook vertical suplex. But he's not content with that and pulls Leon quickly back up again. With Rodez back up, Blurricane executes a second vertical suplex...leaving it at two, as he decides to climb up towards the top rope. COLE Blurricane is going to the top rope here...preparing to fly. And this could spell the beginning of the end for Leon Rodez! Reaching the top quickly, Blurricane stands proud upon the top and poses for the fans...but stops as he sees Rodes struggling back to his feet, crouching back down on the top turnbuckle. Slowly Rodez reaches his feet and stumbles around, turning just as Blurricane launches off the top rope and wipes Rodez out with a gorgeous high-cross body block!! Remaining on top of Rodez, Blurricane hooks a leg and makes the cover... ONE! TWO! TH... KICKOUT! "YEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" Rodez's fans cheer as Blurricane exchanges a brief look with Kalm, who doesn't look worried by Rodez's persistance. Grabbing Rodez in a front facelock, Blurricane pulls Leon up from the mat and pushes him up against a ropes, hitting a punch to the gut while he's there. Following that up, Blurricane fires in a series of kicks to the ribs which rock Rodez further and further into the ropes until he's on the point of falling through to the outside. At that point, Blurricane pops Rodez with a European uppercut before whipping him out of the ropes and across the ring. Hitting the ropes, Rodez tries to stop himself and can't, running right back into a Dropsault. No! Rodez shrugs it off! Blurricane cushions his landing and quickly goes for a single leg only for that single leg to become a boot to the jaw. Up to his feet staggers Blurricane, holding his jaw in some serious discomfort as Rodez grabs Blurricane and pulls him into a front facelock. Quickly Rodez then hops over Blurricane and into a reverse front facelock, only for Blurricane to shoot his arm upwards and crack Rodez in the face with his forearm! COACH Well, now Leon has an excuse for that nose surgery he wanted. COLE What!?! COACH Hey, he tells me these things. Me and Rodez, we're tight like candy, brah. COLE ...What!?! Away staggers Rodez, both men with their senses dis-orientated. Blurricane recovers first and charges at Leon, only to run straight into a raised boot to the gut that doubles him over. Rodez goes back to the reverse front facelock again, this time wasting little time in hoisting Blurricane in the air for some Street Smarts. But as Blurricane is flipped over he lands on his feet, pushing Rodez off into the ropes before he can snap off the 'cutter'. Back rebounds Rodez as Blurricane leaps into the air...but Rodez ducks it and pushes Blurricane towards the corner. Blurricane lifts his boot and plants it on the middle turnbuckle to stop himself. Meanwhile Rodez is charging in, so Blurricane dives out of the way. Rodez looks to be heading for a collision with the buckles. But he leaps to the middle rope, turning to face Blurricane and immediately jumping off the top... ...but getting caught and powerslammed in an impressive show of strength by Blurricane, re-targetting Rodez's ribs! COLE Wow! The Blurricane, our X-Division Champion, showing he's no one trick pony. Impressive power showing there. CABOOSE Yeah, and that's pretty much screwed up Rodez's internal organs again. Indeed Rodez is back down and clutching at his ribs. Blurricane is in no mood for niceties though and drags Rodez back to his feet, quickly grabbing Rodez by the throat and giving the crowd a thumbs up with his free hand. Rodez is too hurt to counter, and soon finds himself going up...and DOWN, with the Chokeslam! Rodez hits hard, his back arching on impact, as Blurricane drops down and makes the pinfall attempt... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Blurricane looks slightly surprised and grabs Leon by the hair, dragging him back up to his feet, in the search of points as quickly as he can get them. Rodez is still hurting and can do little more than stand up, allowing Blurricane to hit another boot to the gut and grab Rodez by the throat again. Again, no counter comes from Rodez, as Blurricane simply heaves Rodez into the air and slams him down with another Chokeslam! COLE Two Chokeslams! Blurricane has got to have this match sown up now! Again Rodez instantly goes to his ribs, as Blurricane drops down and hooks the leg this time as he makes the cover... ONE! TWO! THR... KICKOUT! COLE No, Rodez is still in this one! CABOOSE He's doing it again Cole. Heart over head. And it's gonna ruin any chance he has in this Round-Robin, I'm tellin' ya. This time Blurricane actually looks slightly peeved as he looks at the referee, questioning the count. From ringside, Leah and Kalm encourage Blurricane not to panic. And he doesn't, simply pulling Rodez back up yet again and popping him with a right hand. And a second. A third...a fourth, a fifth...each one shaking Rodez to his very core. Eventually Rodez summons up enough energy to swing out with one of his own right hands. But as he does so, Blurricane grabs him by the throat again. This time there's no thumbs up, no pose, no salute. Blurricane simply lifts Rodez up and PLANTS him with the Chokeslam, yet again. This time though, Blurricane doesn't go for the cover. Instead he pulls Rodez to his feet yet again, with Rodez looking seriously flimsy right now. A boot to the gut doubles him over in an instant, allowing Blurricane to hook the arms and turn Rodez over...before picking him up in position for the Blur Effect. Rodez is out of it, unable to stop the inevitable... *WHAM!* COLE BLUR EFFECT! CABOOSE It's over. Permanently. Blurricane rolls the limp Rodez over and makes the academic cover... ONE! TWO! THREE! *DING DING DING!* "Higher Ground" hits again as Blurricane rolls off of Rodez, not looking in too much of a celebratory mood after the lengths he had to go to to get a win. But all the same, Blurricane has 2 more points. 2 more crucial points. BUFFER Your winner of the mach via pinfall, recieving 2 Round-Robin points... THE BLURRICANE! Blurricane finally salutes the crowd, leaving the ring and congregating with Kalm and Leah who give him pats on the back. Meanwhile, in the ring the referee is nervously checking on Rodez, who is conscious enough to clutch at his ribs once more. COLE Well, Blurricane did what he had to do. Rodez came in hurt, but wouldn't give up...until Blurricane did enough damage that the result was beyond doubt. And you can't blame Blurricane. CABOOSE Damn right you can't. He has the points, Rodez has an appointment with the doctors. COLE So it's The Blurricane who keeps his points tally rolling...we'll have plenty more after this! *COMMERCIAL* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted October 3, 2004 (We return to the OAOAST Control Center, where Josh Matthews is standing by...) JOSH Ladies and gentlemen, this is the OAOAST Control Center, and today, and for the next couple of weeks, we're going to be taking a look at the Orient...our Japanese affiliate, HI-YAH, to be exact. As we announced a few weeks back before the Sly Sommers/Crystal sixty-minute draw, Sly and the monster known as Gibraltar would be going to Japan to represent us for the HI-YAH promotion for the next few weeks. Unfortunately, that meant that, unknowingly, Sly would be pulled away from his scheduled 2/3 Falls bout for the World Title against Crystal at Dirty Deeds.... (Go to Camera 2, shot from the side) JOSH On a brighter note, the tour began on Saturday morning our time, as, (clips being shown of Gibraltar vs. three random wrestlers) in his first match back from a knee injury suffered in June, Gibraltar ran through three up-and-coming talents from the HI-YAH Dojo in Osaka in the opening bout of the first match of the tour. (Go back to Camera One, front shot of Josh in front of background; Sly match playing behind him) JOSH In the other OAOAST-represented match of the evening, Sly Sommers defeated Naohiro Sakai in 14:21 with, of all things, the cross-faced chicken wing, a hold that he's looking to perfect while in the Land of the Rising Sun in hopes that he can be dominant with it when he comes back to America. Now, let's go to some comments from Sly, filmed after the show just outside the locker room, as he's being interviewed by various members of the Japanese media.... (Press conference footage crawls onto screen) SLY Um...first off, I'd like to thank all of you here in Japan for taking us gaijin in with such hospitality. Second off, to all the OAOAST fans out there, I'd like to apologize for not being able to deliver my part in the scheduled main event at the Dirty Deeds Pay-Per View event. I put my name on the dotted line for this tour, and due to the PPV being moved back to Thursday, when my flight was scheduled to take off Tuesday morning, I had no choice but to skip out on it. Again, I'm sorry...and someday, I'll have that belt. One last thing...it'll be an honor to fight for the HI-YAH Jr. Heavyweight Title on Thursday night in Tokyo, as Yuji Chusaki is, without a doubt, one of the best pound-for-pound wrestlers alive today, and it'll be an honor to even be in the same ring as him, let alone try and take the coveted title belt back home to America. Thank you, that's all I got... (Cut back to studio, camera one shot with Josh's chromo background changed to a Japanese flag with "OAOAST" in the center on it) JOSH You heard it there: Sly Sommers is getting a shot at the HI-YAH Jr. Title this coming Thursday night at Korakuen Hall in Tokyo, battling one of the most fabled junior heavyweights in recent history: Yuji Chusaki. We can't bring live coverage here on HeldDOWN~! due to the time difference between America and Japan, but I will assure you that, if we can, we'll get the full match on tape delay for you here on HeldDOWN~! this Thursday night! Also in the control center this Thursday night, we'll bring you news on Japanese talent from the HI-YAH promotion possibly coming to America for the World Without End promotion! Until then,...J-Math OUT! *We cut back to Triple C, sitting back at the announcing booth* CABOOSE ……what a tool. But now, finally, we can….. COLE Hold on, I think we’re being told to cut back to the locker room. CABOOSE Dammit! (We go backstage where Tiffany Rutuu and Logan Cowabunga Mann are engaged in a rather heated argument. What a surprise! This time, Sean Bryant is with them and is acting like a total shit disturber.) TIFFANY Fuckin’ drummer? Fuckin’ drummer? Is dat what ya said? Dis fucking drummer is da only thing keeping ya in da penthouse and out da crack house! SEAN BRYANT Oh no, you didn't, wegro! LOGAN No no. Other way around, mang. The only thing you're keeping me from is respectability! (Logan pokes his finger into Tiffany’s bare chest) We are a laughing stock! And its all your fault! You can't drum! You can't write lyrics to save your life! My god in heaven, you can't even wrestle! You couldn't wrestle your way out of a paper bag if Rand McNally gave you directions! It’s an act of charity on my part by not kicking your sorry sack to the curb! You’re holding me back from my true potential! Buddy, you and I aren’t even on the same level musically! You can't do what I do! SEAN BRYANT Awwww sheyyyat! He done pulled your card now! (Tiffany violently shoves Logan away from him) TIFFANY No ah can't. Ain't no one can do whatcha do! Cuz there ain't a soul alive who sings as bad as ya! When ya sing it sounds like one of dem Budweiser frogs goin through cardiac arrests! Synth brought ya on board the Saint plane cuz somethin told him ya we're special! That must've been the liquor talkin beause ya fuckin suck! Ain’t nuthin special bout ya! Dime a dozen suma-bitch! Ya parade around, writin' dem little poetry books gettin all philosophical n' shit actin like yer some kinda new age Jim Morrison. The difference is dat Morrison had some talent, eh. Ya ain't got shit! Yer a joke. Ain't no one laughin' wit ya, they all laughin' at ya! Ya say ah can't drum? How would anybody know? Ya sing so got damn loud ain't no one gonna hear any of da other instruments! Bounce! (Tiffany turns to walk away but bumps right into Krista Isadora Ducan) TIFFANY Hey thurr, Duncan donughts! SEAN (Sensing that Krista has come to restore order he steps in between her and Tiffany) Uh-uh! This is my corner, chickenhead! Step down! KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAN Hi little boy, are you lost? SEAN Little boy? I'm Sean Muthafucking Bryant! Straight out da mean streets of Windsor O, makin that GTA! KRISTA Okay. Look, here's five dollars why don't you go the merchandise stand and see if they'll sell you puberty. (Sean scurries off, presumably to ask his big cousin Alex to take “care” of Krista.) KRISTA As for you two.... Arguing? That's all you ever do! Argue! You're like a married couple! If it's not one thing it’s the other! Whatever one says the other is bound to oppose it! You two are a real life version of checks and balances! TIFFANY (his voice softens to a sweet tune) We was arguin' ova you, foxay laday. He said ya like him better. Tiff says dat bullshit. Ah know ya only got eyes fer Tifftation. (Speaking of eyes, Logan rolls his) KRISTA Seriously? Me? You were fighting over me? I mean.....what does it matter?! Who cares? All I know is that it degenerated into the same tired insults you two hurl at each other week after fucking week! Let me ask you both a question. Are you brothers? LOGAN Nope. KRISTA Are you joined at the hip? LOGAN Don't think so. KRISTA Are you married? Do you share the same nervous system? LOGAN Non and non. KRISTA THEN THERE IS NOTHING KEEPING YOU TOGETHER! I see no reason why you two continue to link yourselves with one another when there is zero reason to do so! You have no family bond! No legal ties! If you two hate each other so much then pack your bags and go your own separate ways or else find some common ground, a connection, and try to be civil with one another! Because this arguing all the time is getting FUCKING OLD! (KID spins on her heels and walks away from the Muses, thus ending this segment. The camera man goes the opposite way. The people in the production truck screw up and fail to switch back to the arena so we’re treated to a shot of the camera man walking down the hall. It turns out that the production gaffe was a good thing as the camera man stumbles upon Sean Bryant lying in a pool of his own blood. After focusing on Bryant’s body the camera zooms out and travels upwards, where we see a shot of The Tether brothers holding blood soaked steel chairs. Its safe to assume that Sean Bryant has been the victim of their viscous assault!) COLE Let's just flip to a commercial. OAOAST World Without End Coming to you on Halloween Night Be Afraid…. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted October 3, 2004 BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Cue: “State Prop (You Know Us)” by State Property COLE We are set for another HUGE match in the Round Robin Tournament! Panther steps through the curtain, a picture of concentration, knowing the overwhelming task that he has tonight. He methodically steps down the entrance ramp, acknowledging the crowd along the way. COACH Panther knows the mountain that he has to climb tonight, and after the display we saw at Dirty Deeds, I’d take this match seriously as well! CABOOSE Oh…my…god. COLE Caboose, its over now, we know Gunner powerbombed Drek from the ramp to the ring. We are over it. So SNAP OUT OF IT! CABOOSE Alright, alright! Well Gunner leads the Round Robin Challenge with 5 points at the moment, and looking at his performance at Dirty Deeds, that doesn’t look like it is about to change. He’s made a believer out of me. COACH And we all know how hard that is to do. I gotta agree though Caboose, Gunner was dominant at Dirty Deeds! Panther rolls into the ring and pumps his fist into the air, setting off a pyro blast, as Michael Buffer assumes the position. BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a match in the Round Robin Tournament! Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and weighing in at one hundred ninety eight pounds… PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNTHEEEEEERRRRRRR!!! COLE OAOAST Historians would know that these two men are certainly no strangers to each other, with their most notable match being at AngleMania Three! CABOOSE The tore the house down that night, and Gunner Sharps emerged victorious. On the strength of Dirty Deeds, we will see the same result tonight guys. COACH Don’t be so sure Caboose, we’ve seen Panther do some absolutely amazing things in his OAOAST career, and I have no doubt that he will bring it all tonight against Gunner Sharps. ”State Prop” dies down as Panther stretches on the ropes, the fans buzzing in anticipation of his opponent’s entrance. The familiar chords of Rhino’s old ECW theme hits, and the crowd goes WILD for the OAOAST 24/7 Champion! Cue: ‘Debonaire’ by Dope Gunner Sharps walks from behind the curtain, 24/7 Championship belt shining under the lights, clearly appreciating the fans adoration. BUFFER And his opponent, from Detroit Michigan, standing seven feet one inches tall and weighing in at three hundred and seventy five pounds, one of the most dominant men in the OAOAST and the OAOAST Twenty-Four Seven CHAMPION… Ladies and Gentlemen, GUNNNERRRRRRRRRRRRRR SHHAAAAAAARPPPSSSSSS!!! Gunner walks briskly down the entrance ramp and jumps up onto the apron, eyeing his opponent for this evening, before going back to acknowledging the fans. He steps through the ring ropes and enters the squared circle, un-fastening his championship belt from his waist and holding it high in the air, then handing the belt over to the referee. COLE We are set for Road to the Elimination Chamber Tournament competition! The referee calls for the bell, and we are underway. Panther and Gunner both raise their arms and charge, locking up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Panther tries to push Gunner backward, but the leverage advantage is too much, as Gunner shoves Panther out of the tie-up, sending him to the ground! CABOOSE See? Raw power guys. COACH Since when have you been the leader of the Gunner Sharps cheer squad? CABOOSE Since he impressed the hell out of me at Dirty Deeds, that’s when! Panther is up quickly, and rushes forward into another collar and elbow. But the second attempt fares about as good as the first, with Gunner against using his leverage advantage to push Panther off! COLE Something tells me Panther had better finds another strategy on this one. COACH You aren’t going to win a battle of brawn against Gunner Sharps. Panther looks up at Gunner and stands up again, going face to face with the big man. Panther puts his arms up again, inviting Gunner to lock up for a third time. Gunner half shrugs and lunges forward to lock up with Panther, but Panther ducks under, and runs to the tropes! Panther comes off, Gunner turns around, and Panther scores with a clothesline… but Gunner doesn’t go down! COLE That rocked Gunner, but it didn’t take him off of his feet! Panther rebounds off of the ropes once again and connects with another big clothesline… but Gunner still doesn’t go down! Panther, obviously getting frustrated, comes off the ropes once again, and Gunner tries a big boot, but Panther goes low, and hits a chop block to the leg of Gunner, taking him off of his feet! COACH And THAT is how you get a big man down! Gunner gets to one leg quickly, but Panther comes off the ropes again, this time connecting with a dropkick to the face of Gunner! Panther goes for a quick cover, but Gunner easily pushes him off at one! COLE Panther is trying to surprise Gunner here, starting off the match with a flurry. CABOOSE But he can’t expect to pin Gunner in the first minute of a match guys. Panther grabs Gunner by the hair as he is getting up, and lands a forearm to the temple, followed quickly by a second. Panther pulls Gunner to his feet, backs him up against the ropes, and tries to send him for an Irish Whip… but Gunner reverses! Panther comes off the ropes, Gunner tries a clothesline, but Panther slides through his legs! Gunner turns around, Panther goes for a superkick, but Gunner catches his foot! Gunner pushes his foot down, and grabs his by the throat! CABOOSE He’s got him BY THE THROAT! BY THE THROAT! Gunner hoists Panther high into the air… and connects with a Chokeslam!! Cover by Gunner Sharps! ONE… TWOOOOOOOOOOOO… NO! Panther kicks out at two! COLE Gunner almost had Panther there with that high impact move! Gunner forces Panther to his feet and lifts him for a Sidewalk Slam… and drops him down! Gunner with the hook of the near leg… ONE… TWOOOOOOOONO! Panther kicks out again. CABOOSE You see? Gunner is taking firm control! COLE And I’m saying you cannot afford to count Panther out! Gunner signals to the crowd for the Tortured Soul Slam! He lifts Panther up by the throat to his feet, and then heaves him into a gorilla press! COLE What an amazing power display by Gunner Sharps! This is amazing! Gunner tries to drop Panther down for a Spinebuster to complete the Tortured Soul Slam, but on the way down Panther counters and hits a DDT, sending Gunner’s Head crashing into the mat! COACH What a counter by Panther! He might have Gunner here! Panther uses all his strength to roll Gunner over, and then goes for a Cover! ONE… TW-NO! Gunner powers out before the referee can count two, throwing Panther halfway across the ring! CABOOSE Again, phenomenal power shown by Gunner Sharps! That’s my man! COACH Would you get off of the bandwagon for a second? Gunner gets to one leg, and Panther is up quickly once again, not wanting Gunner to catch his breath. Panther connects with some hard kicks to the midsection of Gunner, and some stiff right hands, rocking the big man. Gunner finally gets to both feet, but Panther continues to land solid right hands! COLE Gunner is on Dream Street here! Panther runs to the ropes, comes off, and charges toward Gunner… before hitting a big elevated lariat, sending both men over the top rope to the floor! COLE What a move by Panther! Both men to the outside! Panther opens up on Gunner, again landing right hand after right hand, going to town on the 24/7 Champion. Panther gets up and slides into the ring, waiting fro Gunner to get to his feet! COACH What’s Panther got in mind here? Gunner gets to his feet slowly, using the announce table to help him. Meanwhile in the ring, Panther grabs the top rope, measuring his opponent. Gunner turns around… Panther springboards… …CORKSCREW PLANCHA ON GUNNER! COLE What amazing athleticism by Panther! Panther acknowledges the crowd’s cheers for the amazing aerial move, and tries to lift Gunner back into the ring. Gunner gets to both feet and Panther shoves him back into the ring, the 24/7 Champion now lying on the mat, trying to recover. Panther steps up onto the apron and climbs to the top rope though… COACH Frog Splash coming up! Panther flies… …and hits the FROG SPLASH! CABOOSE NO! COLE FROG SPLASH CONNECTS! COVER! ONE…. TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO… NO! Gunner kicks out! COLE Oh I thought Panther had Gunner on that one! Panther tries to tell the referee it was three, but he will have nothing of it. Panther stands up again and signals to the crowd for the Panther Cutter! COLE Panther going for the Panther Cutter here! If he hits this, it might be over! CABOOSE Get up! Get up Gunner! Be dominant! Oh my god! Get up! Gunner stands up and turns to face Panther… Panther gets him in a standing headscissors… COLE Um, Panther, can you lift nearly four hundred pounds? COACH Might be a struggle. Panther tries to lift Gunner for Da Bomb, but Gunner won’t budge! He tries again, but this time Gunner counters with a back body drop! Panther is up quickly, he charges at Gunner, and tires a flying headscissors, but Gunner counters into a Tilt-a-whirl slam! CABOOSE Yes! Go big man! Panther staggers to his feet, and Gunner knocks him down with a hard clothesline! Panther stands up again, and Gunner knocks him down a second time! COLE Gunner is on fire! Gunner beats his chest and pumps his fist to the crowd, who let out an almighty cheer for the 24/7 Champion. He lifts Panther up by the throat, before powering him into a Gorilla Press! Gunner shifts his weight and drops Panther down, into a SPINEBUSTER! Gunner signals to the crowd for the Sharp End! COACH The end is near for Panther CABOOSE That’s it Gunner, put him away!! Gunner goes over to the other corner, and sets up for his devastating Sharp End Spear. He waits for Panther to get up, and charges… …but Panther moves! And Gunner stops just in time! COLE Panther just escaped there- Gunner turns around… PANTHER CUTTER! COLE HE HIT THE PANTHER CUTTER ON GUNNER!!! Panther collapses, and both men are down! COLE Can Panther get enough strength to cover Gunner? Can Gunner kick out? Panther crawls over to Gunner, and drapes an arm over his opponent! CABOOSE NO! KICKOUT! ONE…. TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…. THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOO! Gunner gets a shoulder up! CABOOSE Oh thank god. COLE Panther almost had Gunner there! Panther only has to hit one more move, and he’s got Gunner in this match! Panther can’t believe that the count was only a two, so he gets up and has some friendly words to the referee, who admonishes him, reminding Panther who is in charge of the match. COACH Panther had better stop arguing with the referee and focus on his opponent, he is giving Gunner valuable time to recover here! Gunner begins to get to his feet, but Panther is still arguing with the referee! The 24/7 Champion gets to his feet, and sakes out the cobwebs, before slapping his leg, and preparing to charge! COLE Gunner might be planning on introducing Panther’s face to his size 16 boot! Gunner charges… …Panther turns… …but Panther gets out of the way!!!!!!! …AND GUNNER NAILS THE REFEREE! CABOOSE Dammit! COLE Panther had the presence of mind to move out of the way on that one! But the referee is down! Gunner looks down at the referee, obviously showing remorse for the inadvertent blow. He turns around… and Panther goes for the Panther Cutter again… CABOOSE NO! …but Gunner pushes Panther off of him! Panther goes into the ropes; Gunner comes off of the other side… … MOTHER FUCKING IMPACT SPEEEEEEEEEAR ON PANTHER!! CABOOSE OH FUCKING HELL YEAH! COLE Sharp End to Panther! This might be over! COACH But there’s no referee! CABOOSE OH FUCKING HELL NO! Gunner realises that the referee is out, and yells at him to wake up. He then goes over to Panther and signals for the All Guns Blazing! COLE Gunner is going for his other finisher, to really put Panther away! The referee begins to stir! Gunner puts Panther in a standing headscissors and points to the crowd! He lifts Panther over his shoulder, and charges... The referee gets to his feet… ..AND CALLS FOR THE BELL! Gunner stops dead, and Panther slides off of his back! Both men look perplexed by the ringing of the bell! COLE WHAT? CABOOSE What the hell is this referee doing? The referee walks over to Michael Buffer, and begins telling him his ruling. Buffer, looking puzzled by the decision, announces it to the capacity crowd. BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen, due to his assault on the referee earlier in the match, Gunner Sharps has been DISQUALIFIED! So YOUR WINNER… PAAAAAAAANTHEEEEEERRRRRR!!! Cue: “State Prop (You Know Us)” The referee raises Panther’s arm, and Panther looks at the referee, a look of disgust on his face, obviously not wanting to win the match that way. Panther rolls out of the ring and storms up the ramp! CABOOSE Well that is a damn bad call! Gunner didn’t mean to strike the referee, and now he has been robbed of this contest! COACH Bad judgment call by the referee, we were setting up for a hot finish to this match! COLE Well in any event, Panther obtains one point from this contest, which puts him at outright second on the table with four points! Gunner is LIVID with the call, and he gets right in the referees face for it. The ref points to his logo and actually SMIRKS at Gunner, saying that he can’t do anything about it. COLE The referee is walking a fine line here! Gunner looks to the crowd, a scowl on his face, and responds with “I CAN’T TOUCH YOU? WATCH ME!” and floors him with a right hand! COACH WOW! That’s gonna cost Gunner some money! CABOOSE But its damn well justified! The referee just cost Gunner an opportunity to go further ahead in the Round Robin Tournament! Gunner looks at the crowd again, who are cheering him on, and chanting his name. Gunner goes to the outside, and looks under the ring! COLE What is Gunner doing? CABOOSE Showing his anger! Gunner reaches under the ring… and pulls out a table! Gunner throws the table into the ring with ease, and sets it up near one of the corner turnbuckles! COLE Gunner, come on, we know you are angry, but come on… COACH Gunner is going to get in trouble for this! Gunner grabs the referee to a huge pop, and puts him on the top turnbuckle! He goes up to the top with the referee and then hoists him over his shoulder! COLE My god Gunner, don’t do it! CABOOSE This is what happens when you piss off a monster! COACH That referee, I believe it is Referee Christopher Canberra, made the wrong call, and now he’s paying for it! Gunner doesn’t care about fines or money, he wants revenge! Gunner jumps off the top… and DRIVES the Referee through the table with a TOP ROPE ALL GUNS BLAZING! CABOOSE Oh…my…god. Cue: Debonaire Gunner stares at the referee’s lifeless form as Michael Buffer hands him his 24/7 Title belt. He holds it up to the crowd as the fans continue to chant his name! COLE Gunner has snapped here! What a contest! What else will happen tonight on HeldDown?? COACH Who knows?! But what I do know is..... *The camera slowly starts to get fuzzy, as we gradually break away from Triple C* OAOAST World Without End Coming to you on Halloween Night Be Afraid…. COACH What the hell is that? That's the second time we've seen this ad tonight. COLE Could it be an ominous sign of things to come? CABOOSE Or could it just be a lazy way to smooth over a transition to another match? COACH I doubt it's a lazy transition. Really. Give our production crew some credit. Anyway, coming up next is The Frankensteiners taking on Chicks over Dicks. Let's get to the ring. "Frankenstein" by Edgar Winter kicks up signaling the arrival of the Frankensteiners! The brothers step out from the back and sport determined looks on their faces! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, The Frankensteiners! COLE Alright! These are two quality young men! They really know the true meaning of sportsmanship. I think they bring a lot of class to the OAOAST! Both men sport Ohio State sweatshirts, although Frankie's is on inside out. They trot down to the ring and enter the squared circle with great haste. Frank takes hold of a microphone. FRANK OAOAST fans, you need to know something! The OAOAST revolves around titles. Every man, woman and child in our company wants to get their hands on a championship. World championship, X division championship, tag team championship, it don't matter, every one wants to be a champion. But let me tell you all something, no one in any wrestling promotion has held more championships then me and my bro, Frankie. (Frankie would applaud but he's preoccupied with eating crayons.) FRANK (his tone measured and calm) Combined between us we've won six NCAA championships, two world championships, eight high school championships and seven USA wrestling championships. These are all amateur wrestling championships. Real wrestling. None of this phony, make believe crap. Down on the mat, taking a guy to the limit and making him into your bitch. That's what we've done. Over twenty times. And no one in the OAOAST can lay claim to such a record. No one in the OAOAST has a snowball's chance in hell of beating us. (“Nobody's Home” by Avril Lavigne hits and the crowd falls silent. It takes them a few minutes to figure out that this is Chicks Over Dicks entrance music for the month of October! Alix and Krista step out from behind the sliding entrance door and are met with a nice sized pop. Alix has a microphone as does Krista.) ALIX Hiya, boys. You know what you guys remind me of? Those little Franklin electronic thesaurus and dictionaries we all had when we were kids. You know what I'm talking about? Those thingies where you typed in a word and it told you the meaning or a synonym? Yeah, well it just so happens I have an UPDATED version of the machine from our friends at Franklin industries. This one is actually a Franklin bullshit detector! It's really cool. Here's how it workie workies, you say a phrase to it and it'll say “True!” if what you said is the truth or it'll say “Bullshit.” if what you said is a big fat lie. Really simple! But the good people at Franklin industries haven't really been able to do any testing on the product, so what do ya say we help them out? Huh? How about it, Little Rock? CROWD YEAAAHAHAHAHAHA! LITTLE ROCK! LITTLE ROCK! LITTLE ROCK! (Krista places her microphone next to the machine's speaker) ALIX First phrase, really simple....My name is Alix Maria Spezia. MACHINE TRUE! ALIX Shocking! We are in Little Rock, Arkansas. MACHINE TRUE! ALIX Nice. Krista does not shave her arm pits. (Krista yanks the the microphone away before the machine can answer and glares at Alix.) ALIX I'm sorry! MACHINE BULLSHIT! ALIX Heh heh. Next phrase, Frank Frankensteiner and his brother Frankie have won six NCAA championships! MACHINE BULLSHIT! (Frank looks incredulous! For his part, Frankie is too busy sniffing his thumb to care.) ALIX I see. Next phrase! Billie Jean is not my lover! MACHINE TRUE! ALIX Insightful! The Frankensteiner's high school championships were not won in wrestling but rather for their spell binding performance of the masterpiece ballet, Swan Lake. (Frankie eagerly claps his hands at the mention of his wonderful role in Swan Lake) MACHINE TRUE! ALIX Oh my! Next phrase! This segment isn't nearly as funny as I had envisioned! MACHINE TRUE! KRISTA Enough! Listen here you derivative meat heads! You roided up knock offs honestly think no one in the OAOAST has a snowball's chance in hell of beating you? Well, its funny you should say that, because Satan just called me on my cell and said to grab my skates because its a great day for pond hockey! FRANK That's more like it. Get your butts down here and lets fight. COLE Frank sure knows how to treat a lady! COACH Home skillets, when we get back, it's CoD Vs The Franks! PUTTIN' IN WORK! (Go to break) (Return from break) In the ring, Frankie has Alix in a rear face lock. Judging from the crowd's silence we can tell he has had this submission hold in for quite some time. Alix plants her boots on the mat, then pushes herself up that she's now standing over Frankie's body! Alix kicks her legs out in front of her and tries to drop her body weight on Frankie's upper back! The former NCAA standout will have none of that, and he rolls out of the way! Alix lands BUTT first on the mat! “Ouchie!” She complains. The Oklahoma native runs the ropes and comes back with a Curt Henning like whiplash! “Ouchie times two!” The tanned brunette laments. COLE These two attended Ohio State on a wrestling scholarship! They were said to be the best wrestlers Ohio State has ever seen! COACH I thought Krista and Alix went to San Jose State! COLE I'm talking about Frank and Frankie. Frankie picks Alix up and shoots her into the ropes. As she runs back at him, he lowers his back so that she'll leap frog him! However, Alix doesn't play along! She uses his back as a launching pad and rolls her back off his and flips behind him! She lands directly behind him in perfect position to hit a wonderful offensive attack! Alix grabs him into a full nelson, then kicks out his right leg and drops him to the mat! Frankie's face smacks into the mat due to Alix's breakdown! Alix drops to the ground and starts the making of an arm bar, but Frankie desperately yanks his arm away from her. The bigger man rolls forward putting some distance between himself and his female rival. He stands up and she charges at him! Frankie drops down and hits her with a drop a toe hold! As Alix falls to the mat, she reaches her hand out and makes a tag with Krista! Krista rockets into the ring and hits Frankie in the back of the neck with a sling shot leg drop! The move draws a strong round of applause from the Little Rock Fans! Frankie's a little dazed but he still manages to stand himself up. But what he can't manage is a way to stop Krista from running to the ropes and hitting him with a running neck breaker! Both competitors drop to the mat, but its Frankie's who's feeling the hurt! Krista slides on top of him for a pin. 1 2 KICK OUT! Although upset at not getting a three, Krista tries not to let her displeasure show. She lifts an unusually limp Frankie up and sets the standout athlete up for a DDT. It quickly becomes apparent why Frankie felt so oddly limp, he was playing possum! By the time Krista realizes this, she's already flying through the air thanks to a Northern Lights Suplex! Frankie bridges the move, and Clem Boxerfeller Jr drops down for a pin! 1 2 KICK OUT! Krista and Frankie get up at the exact same time, but Frankie uses his amateur know how to score the upper hand! He grabs her into a front face lock, hooks her right leg and takes her down with a Fishermen's suplex! Just like the Northern Lights suplex, Frankie bridges. 1 2 KICK OUT! Krista and Frankie stand up. Frankie's much quicker to go on the attack, and hammers Krista with a clubbing forearm! The blow drops the former fitness model to her knees and she starts to go through a fit of violent coughing. Again, Frankie belts her with those massive forearms! Krista responds, not by going down but rather by elbowing Frankie in the stomach! Frankie involuntarily staggers back and gives Krista some space and time to recover. The twenty eight year old blond leaps into Frankie like she's going for a Lou Thez press! Frankie has no trouble in turning her Lou Thez press into a modified belly to belly suplex! COACH Earlier today, Frankie showed me this beautiful painting he did of a blooming flower in the war torn fields of Iraq. CABOOSE What does that have to with wrestling? COACH I don't know. It was a great painting. He was really proud of it. POPPING LIKE O-ZONE! Frankie makes the tag to the talker of the team, his elder brother Frank! Frank wastes no time continuing his brothers good work. He lifts Krista up and wraps his arms around her waist. He then spins to the side and violently slams her to the mat with a side belly to belly suplex! Krista makes an high pitched wail as the damage from the move is quick to be felt in her body. Frank grabs a fistful of Krista's hair and yanks her to her feet. Krista smacks him in the jaw with an angry punch! The blow rocks Frank's head sideways, but seems to anger him rather then harm him! He responds to Krista's strike with a well placed knee to the mid section! Frank gets his arms around Krista's waist and lifts her onto his shoulders! Powerbomb! NO! Krista counters it into a hurricanrana! NO!!!!! Frank counters her hurricanrana into a Boston crab! The crowd breaks out into a “DON'T TAP OUT!” chant as they along with Alix try to rally Krista to fight out of the move! CABOOSE Match over! Match over! Krista digs her nails into the mat and proceeds to claw her way to the ropes! Sweat drips out of every pore in her body as she puts forth an enormous effort to escape what Frank hopes is an inevitable defeat. Krista is fighting a depressing uphill battle, as Frank's tight grip, coupled with his remarkable strength, make escaping a near impossibility. Rather then let the hopelessness of her situation force her to give up, Krista uses it as motivation! She lifts her head up and lets out a defiant primal roar! Clem Jr drops to a knee and makes the mistake of asking Krista if she wants to give up. “Do I look like I want to give up, jack ass?” Krista shoves Clem away and continues her journey to her corner. Frank firmly plants his feet into the mat, hoping to halt Krista's escape. But you can't fight fate. After a valiant battle, Krista makes it to her corner and triumphantly reaches her hand out! She makes the tag with Alix and the crowd EXPLODES! “LET'S GO ALIX!” “LET'S GO ALIX! Frank refuses to let Krista out of the Boston crab! Not a problem for Alix! She comes off the top rope and hits him with a flying face crusher! Enraged at watching his elder brother go down, Frankie darts into the ring! Alix meets him with a running enziguri! SMACK! The force of the shot turns Frankie upside down and he crashes into the mat back first! Defeated, Frankie rolls out of the ring a broken man. Alix turns her attention to Frank who's now on this feet! She charges at him and he charges at her! The crowd gets on the edge of their seats as they eagerly await to see will score the decisive blow! Common sense would imply that Frankie would knock Alix back to the stone age with a Frankensteinerline! But common sense has never met Alix Spezia! Despite the fact that Stevie Wonder could see the devastating clothesline variation coming a mile away Alix continues to run at Frank! A wicked smirk slips onto his face as he thinks he's got Alix right where he wants her. Think again. Alix leaps around his arm, wraps her arms around his neck and smokes him with a MONA LISA SMILE. The hitting of her finisher causes the crowd to ERUPT~! with cheers! Alix goes for the pin! CROWD 1 CROWD 2 CROWD 3 HUGE POP! COLE A hard loss for the Frankensteiners to take but I think it'll teach them to be more humble in the future. The sounds of the cheers coupled with the playing of CoD's entrance music nearly drown out Buffer's announcement! BUFFER Your winners....ALIX SPEZIA AND KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAN....CHICKS OVER DICKS! COLE Congrats Coach, you managed to go an entire match without saying a single perv... COACH BRAVO ALIX! GIRL, YOU GOT A NICE TRUNK! YOU DEFINITELY HAVE THE PHATTEZ AZZ ON THIS SHOW! BRAAAAAINZ! COLE Never mind. CABOOSE NEXT! COLE Well, that’s my cue to exit. Michael Cole then gets up from the announce table and walks up towards the ramp way, and near the interview stage. COLE Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the New New Midnight Express! "Chase" cues up to the chorus of boos. The boos grow louder when Jim Cornette and the NNMX appear. The trio climbs up the stage steps, laughing at Cole. CORNETTE What are these people booing at? I've managed champions across the world and this is what I get? No wonder why me & the New New Midnight Express are the only success stories in the building. What are you lookin' at, Cole? Still sore? You should give Martha a call and let her know what she's in for when she heads to the pokey. "Sarcastic" Simon Singleton walks around the stage in an over-the-top manner, as if his behind is sore. COLE Well, I'm happy to see you guys are in such a good mood. Because of your actions at Dirty Deeds, Bill Watts announced that on Halloween night, Sunday, October 31st, live on pay-per-view at World Without End, the New New Midnight Express will face Hell's Hitmen. No more sneak-attacks. Now you must face them man-to-man. CORNETTE (smirking) Are you a bat or something, Cole? Didn't you see what we did to Hell's Hitmen? Simon & Ned laid a whoopin' on those freak-jobs. We humiliated Hell's Hitmen. No other tag team in the world can say that except the New New Midnight Express, who've done it on more than on occasion. I've been telling the wrestling world how awesome the lastest incarnation of the Midnights are and, brother, they've been proving it night after night. How many championships have Jingus & Sadist won? None. If they weren't so stupid, they would currently be under contract to Jim Cornette Enterprises and part of the most dominate force in the world along with the New New Midnight Express. But, no! They refused. Now they're paying for it. COLE What are you talking about? You tried to hustle them out of their tag title shot against the Global Party XChange months ago. CORNETTE What am I talking about? What are you talking about, Michael Cole? Obviously you don't know the real story. But that isn't surprising since you used to work for CBS News, and we know about the problems they're having. Although, now that you mentioned it, the New New Midnight Express are the third ranked team in the OAOAST Top 10. Yet we haven't received a title shot. Even our rematch clause in our contract hasn't been granted despite my lawyers tireless efforts. Therefore, the New New Midnight Express challenge the Global Party XChange to a tag team title match. We don't care if its in the United States, Canada, the U.K., or Japan, we'll go anywhere in the globe for the chance to regain what's rightfully ours. NED Scotty & Johnny may be ugly and less-than-steller wrestlers, but show the NNMX you got more in your crotches besides stuffed socks and accept our challenge. SIMON We won't hurt you...too bad. All 3 men laugh. CORNETTE I know the challenge will probably go unanswered because GPX fear the New New Midnight Express. Hell, I would be, too, but the competitive nature in my soul would overcome that and want to see who's best. Michael Cole rolls his eyes after listening to Cornette's final comments--and lies. The NNMX taunt their fans as "Chase" plays. *COMMERCIAL* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted October 3, 2004 CUE: "Black" by Sevendust COLE Oh, boy. The fans begin to jeer as Hoff's familiar entrance theme fills the air. Hoff himself steps onto the stage, dressed for battle, looking to be in a surprisingly good mood. CABOOSE There's my man! COLE Hoff, I don't know why he's out here, but I can tell you, if you didn't see Dirty Deeds the other night, Hoff in fact LOSING to his arch-rival Chris Stevens. CABOOSE Oh, now Cole, why do you have to be such a downer? Look at Hoff, he's happy! And I happen to know what he's got planned tonight, and let me tell you, it's big. COACH You do? CABOOSE Ayup. COACH Well then. COLE I don't suppose you'd TELL us what's up? CABOOSE And ruin the surprise? Never. Hoff saunters down to ringside, jawing with the fans and stopping to grab a rare "Thrillogy 4-eva" sign from the audience and holding it up, then posing with three young men in Thrillogy T-shirts. Hoff high-fives the fans, then makes his way into the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and popping to his feet. Hoff climbs to the second rope in the near corner and raises his big right arm, smiling as the fans let him have it. COACH Hoff certainly does look happy out there... CABOOSE Oh, man, this is gonna be good. Hoff grabs the mic from ringside. HOFF Welcome.....to the future. Hoff looks up and smiles a big, wide smile as the fans boo. A "STEV-ENS" chant picks up. HOFF Now... "STEV-ENS STEV-ENS" HOFF Ahem.... "STEV-ENS STEV-ENS" HOFF Ex-cuse me.... "STEV-ENS STEV-ENS STEV-ENS" Hoff pauses, the smile on his face replaced by a scowl. HOFF Listen, you can chant his name all you want to, but he isn't here, so you're wasting your breath. The crowd settles down a bit as Hoff waits, looking perturbed. HOFF Chris isn't here, because he knows that if I saw him, I would kick his ass. "BOOOOOOOOOO" HOFF Bill Watts thinks he can intimidate me? Fat chance. The fact is, Chris knows that after he CHEATED to win last night, I'd take him down on sight. "BOOOOOOOOOO" COLE What? Cheated? It was a no-DQ match!! CABOOSE Hey. Chris brought the chair in the ring, Chris used it, and Hoff was trying to wrestle a clean match-- COLE HOFF ALREADY USED THE CHAIR IN THE DAMN MATCH!! CABOOSE Well, that's your story. Hoff nods, looking smug. HOFF But that's fine. Chris Stevens got lucky...great. Chris is old news. I mean, the saying isn't "Hoff is the PAST..." Hoff is the FUTURE. And, it is in that spirit that I am proud to bring to you, on behalf of myself, the Thrillogy, and this entire damn organization, a groundbreaking event. The fans buzz as Hoff smiles and nods. CABOOSE Oh, here we go! COACH What is it? HOFF I present to you...the first-ever INTERNATIONAL AMNESTY BATTLE ROYAL!! The fans pop big! Some boo. COLE What?! CABOOSE YES!!! Ah, this is gonna be HUGE... COLE What is it? HOFF Thank you, thank you. Now, what I have done, ON MY OWN, is scoured the globe for the finest international talent the world has to offer. And, using my connections with my good friends in the Thrillogy, I've signed all these men to a one-night deal to compete in this revolutionary contest. And, using that same stroke, I promise to YOU, the fans, that I will do everything in my power to get the winner a WORLD TITLE shot!! The fans give Hoff a pretty good sized pop for the announcement. COACH Wow, that sounds pretty good! COLE Yeah, I've got to admit, I don't know what Hoff's motives are, but this does sound like a great idea! Hoff waves to the crowd, waiting for them to calm down. HOFF Now, as a matter of fairness, I have included one OAOAST star in this event. And, since I came up with it, and put it all together, I have decided that the fairest choice to fill that role is...me. COLE Now wait a minute... CABOOSE Hey, come on Cole, that's fair! Fair is fair. COLE Fair is fair, but, I gotta say, I do not trust Hoff. HOFF The rules are simple. All the contestants will enter, and the bell will sound. As you can all see, several officials are at ringside. Once a man is thrown over the top rope, with both feet hitting the floor, he is elminated. The last man standing wins. Now...without further ado, here are the entrants!!! The fans let out a pretty big cheer as a generic rock rift begins to play. CABOOSE Here we go! COACH Let's do it baby!! Hoff clears his throat as stereotypical Japanese music begins to play. HOFF Introducing first...from Tokyo, Japan, this man is one of the most renowned high-flyers in all of the Far East. Ladies and gentlemen...TIGER DRAGON!!! A man in a green-and-yellow mask steps out and walks down the aisle to a mild pop. COACH Hey...that guy looks...he looks kinda small! CABOOSE Well, you know those Japanese high flyers, they're all smaller guys... COACH Yeah, but not that small! COLE This guy's maybe 5'4, 5'5, and maybe 125 pounds, and he doesn't look very well put together! CABOOSE Well, maybe he's really quick. Tiger Dragon gets to ringside as the British national anthem kicks in. HOFF Next up, from London, England, a true patriot to the crown...UNION JACK!! Out onto the stage steps a man in blue jeans waving the British flag. The crowd goes mild! COLE Union Jack? COACH This guy is tiny too! CABOOSE What is with you guys and size? Union Jack gets to the ring as Rammstein's "Du Hast" starts up. HOFF Next, his archrival. These two tore Europe a new one. Ladies and gents, DEUTSCH MARK!!! Out onto the stage steps a man with short hair dressed in black, with black sunglasses. COACH Hey, is that Alex Wri-- COLE SHUT IT! We're not getting sued. I think it is him. CABOOSE IT IS!! What a star!! Alex...err, Deutsch Mark gets to the ring, locking eyes with Union Jack. COLE Well, so far, this isn't very impressive... CABOOSE Oh, it gets better. COLE 'Boose? CABOOSE Keep watching. HOFF Another European great...from Dublin, Ireland, it's TIPSY MCSHAMROCK!!! "Tipsy" by J-Kwon plays as a red-haired man in at least his fifties makes his way to ringside....slowly, as he staggers the whole way. COLE Oh, no... CABOOSE Oh yeah, Mikey! Business is about to pick up! COACH Oh, is Jim in this thing? CABOOSE I...ugh. Tipsy saunters down to the ring in his green suit, stopping on the ramp to "raise the roof," to a pretty big reaction. Tipsy takes a swig from the whisky bottle in his hand as he gets to ringside. COLE This is awful. CABOOSE And it gets better! HOFF Next up, the cousin of a true Mexican legend. Ladies and gentlemen...MIL MASCARA!!! A young Hispanic man comes out, in tight white jeans, a pink shirt, and heavy amounts of makeup. COACH This guy must know Rick Shirley! COLE "Mil Mascara." Right. Mascara walks down to the ring as Hoff continues. HOFF And also from the great land of Me-he-co, two of the most talented flyers I have ever seen. Presenting the pint-sized power of El Dorito and El Taquito!! Two masked midget wrestlers come out, one in orange and one in grey. The two raise their arms to a mix or cheers, boos, and laughter. COLE Ridiculous. COACH Hey, midgets! Cool! CABOOSE (laughing his ass off) I love it. And he's NOT DONE YET!! In the ring, Hoff laughs as the midgets slap hands with the fans. HOFF All right, all right. Next up, a dangerous warrior from the heart of the Amazon rainforest...EARTH SPIRIT WARRIOR!! COACH Who? "Earth Spirit Warrior," looking decisively non-Latin, walks out wearing a nearly two-foot-high tribal mask, and a beer gut. COLE Please. CABOOSE (doubled over) This is great! And it's not over!!! HOFF Isn't he great, folks? But this guy next is a true LEGEND! From the realm of Norse mythology...THOR ODINSON!! The crowd doesn't know what to think as a well-built, large man wearing a viking helmet comes out to ringside. The man, with lightning bolts on his tights, actually THROWS foam lightning bolts into the crowd as he comes to the ring. COACH Now, this guy looks impressive!! Thor Odinson walks down to the ring, actually yelling at Hoff...when he trips. Hoff laughs. CABOOSE (nearly crying) Oh, man...WHOOPS! Ha!! Guess he slipped!! COLE Maybe not the most athletic man around. Hoff smiles and clears his throat again. HOFF And, of course, ladies and gentlemen, no International Amnesty exhibition would be complete without my good friend....IGOR STOYANOVICH!!! The crowd actually POPS as the lights go down, and the Soviet National Anthem plays. Out walks Igor Stoyanovich, dressed in an OAOAST T-shirt and red tights with a hammer-and-sickle logo. Igor looks startled as he gazes over the crowd. "IGOR!! IGOR!! IGOR!!" COACH I can't believe it!! COLE Igor Stoyanovich?! Folks, if you recall, this man was the patsy at Hoff's last international event and-- CABOOSE COLE! He was Hoff's GUEST, and, well, things...went awry. COLE Yeah, they sure did. Igor smiles and walks down to the ring, stopping at the ramp. With the other nine international stars looking on, Igor looks up at Hoff, his face showing fear. The Soviet Anthem stops and the lights go up as Hoff smiles softly. COLE This poor Igor, is so simple... CABOOSE Cole, he might be mentally handicapped. COLE Well... Hoff turns to the crowd. HOFF Now, before this all goes down, I have to address my buddy here. (To Igor) Igor, my man...how ya doin? Igor looks spooked, and the fans jeer, but Hoff smiles. HOFF Igor, Igor, relax. Now, listen. I know that last time didn't really go as planned. Let's face it, I was a jerk. But I was stressed out! I'm sorry for what I did. Can you forgive me? The fans boo, shout no, but Igor remains unmoving. HOFF Igor, don't you want to have a shot at the World Championship? Igor's eyes light up, and he nods slightly. Hoff smiles and laughs. HOFF Then come on in here, ya big goof! Igor slides into the ring, shaking Hoff's hand and jumping up and down!! HOFF All right, let's get this thing started!! Hoff flips the microphone out of the ring, and the remaining combatants slide into the ring. One of the officialls calls for the bell, and Hoff immediately levels Igor with a clothesline! COLE Aw, come on! CABOOSE Heh heh. Igor falls, and the brawl erupts! Union Jack charges at Deutsch Mark with his flag, but Mark kicks him and Jack drops the flag. Mil Mascara shoves Tipsy McShamrock, and the old Irishman slaps him back. Dorito and Taquito kick at Earth Spirit's legs, and Tiger Dragon locks up with Thor Odinson. COACH Well here we go! As Igor lies trembling on the mat, Hoff pulls El Dorito off of Earth Spirit, grabs him by the armpits, and tosses him clean out of the ring! COACH Wow! COLE Yeah, what a shock. Hoff gloats, until El Taquito pushes him in the knee. Hoff turns and punts the midget superstar. Suddenly, Earth Spirit turns and throws a slow right at Hoff. Hoff blocks it and rips Spirit's mask off, revealing a balding white man. COLE Some spirit warrior! CABOOSE Well, it's a gimmick, Cole. COLE Will you stop. Before the bald spirit can react, Hoff takes the mask and shatters it over Spirit's head, shattering it and sending the man reeling into the ropes. One clothesline later, and Earth Spirit is gone. COACH Ouch! COLE This is reprehensible, even for this man. While Hoff jaws with the fans, Deutsch and Union Jack continue to go at it. Mil Mascara turns around and flaunts his ass to the crowd, allowing Tipsy McShamrock to nail him from behind with the whisky bottle, shattering it to pieces. Mascara falls in a heap, and Tispy yells something derisive about homosexuals. CABOOSE (again laughing) Well, he is a conservative man, is Tipsy. Tipsy pauses to raise the roof, allowing Hoff to grab him from behind and toss him over the top rope. Meanwhile, Tiger Dragon does a series of sommersaults around Thor Odinson, who tries to hit him with the foam lightning bolts. One connects, and Tiger Dragon rolls away, springing to his feet and doing a cartwheel. Thor gives chase, and...trips. The dragon sees this, and spins around five or six times before dropping a leg. CABOOSE The Dizzy Dizzy Dinosaur legdrop! What a move!! COLE Caboose, please. CABOOSE No, seriously, I saw that back in '89 at the Egg Dome in Tokyo! Dragon gets to his feet and does more cartwheels. Meanwhile, El Taquito has found his way to the still-on-the-canvas Igor, biting him in the ass. Hoff, seeing this, picks the small man up by the waist, yelling "THAT'S MY FRIEND" to some SERIOUS boos, before tossing the small man over the top rope. COACH Another man down! COLE Yeah, Coach, Hoff is not exactly hurting here. Hoff looks down at Igor and puts a boot to his back, drawing an astonishing amount of heat from the fans, before heading to where Deutsch Mark and Union Jack are still brawling. A little too close to the ropes, it turns out, as Hoff uses both arms to clothesline both men over the ropes and to the floor. COACH Five left! COLE You are way too into this, Coach. COACH This is great! Igor tries to pick himself up, but is met by some VERY small stomps from Mil Mascara that send him down anyway. Hoff, meanwhile, approaches the acrobatic Tiger Dragon, casually tossing him into a corner. Tiger hits hard and buckles at the knees, as Hoff pulls Thor Odinson to his feet. Thor reaches into his tights and pulls put a lighting bolt and throws it at Hoff at point-blank range. The foam bolt bounces harmlessly off Hoff's chest, and Thor yells "YEEEEEEEEAH!!!!!!!!" before being clotheslined over the top. CABOOSE (gasping for air) Oh...oh...WHAT A MOVE by Thor Odinson!! COLE Ugh. COACH FInal Four...HEY WAIT!! Hoff smirks, and urns back to the action...only to step into an Iron Claw to the face from Tiger Dragon!! The crowd POPS!! CABOOSE OH MY GOD!!! That's the CLAWFANG!!! The trademark hold!! COLE Be serious!! CABOOSE I AM!! I saw this hold fist used in 1985 by Doctor Makawakawaka!! A LEGEND!! COLE You're making this up!! CABOOSE Am not! Honest!! Tiger Dragon yells, and Hoff sells the hold...for about a second, before planting a field goal between TD's legs. CABOOSE Okay....maybe I was. HAHAHA!! The crowd jeers as Hoff simply picks Tiger Dragon up by the hair and tosses him over. Suddenly, the crowd pops as Igor gets to his feet! Braving the "deadly" barrage of stomps from Mil Mascara, Igor dodges a limp-wristed punch, grabs Mascara, and actually tosses him out of the ring!! The fans go BANANA!! COACH I can't believe it! COLE Me neither! Igor Stoyanovich, bless his heart, has eliminated Mil Mascara! CABOOSE Oh, yeah, and he's in real good shape now. COLE Well.. Igor pumps his fist in celebration as Hoff claps mockingly. Igor runs to Hoff, telling him what he did, and Hoff smiles and nods vigorously before raising Igor's hand...then pulling him back into a HUGE short-arm clothesline. COLE Come on!! Hoff smiles, pacing around Igor as the young Russian tries to find his feet. Igor gets up, but Hoff immediately grabs him, whips him into the ropes, and SPINEBUSTER~! "BOOOOOOOO" COLE All right, come on Hoff, end this. CABOOSE Ah...man...I have enjoyed this. Hoff looks out to the crowd...and extends his thumb. The boos come in full force as Hoff tilt his thumb slightly up...then points it all the way down. COLE No! Come on, Hoff! CABOOSE The best is yet to come!! Hoff laughs as Igor tries to get up, but falls. Hoff picks him up by the hair, grabbing him in a reverse facelock, and lifting him with ease. Hoff holds Igor up in the reverse suplex position...holds him...then FINALLY drops him on his head with the Future Shock. "BOOOOOOO" "YOU SUCK YOU SUCK YOU SUCK" Hoff kicks his legs out from under Igor, then gets back to his feet, and picks Igor up, bending down and waving bye-bye to the young man before tossing him overe the top rope. The bell rings, and Hoff raises both arms into the air. COLE Well, I hope he's happy with himself. CABOOSE Of course! He won such a...such a hard fought....BWAHAHAHAHA!!!! COLE Despicable. Hoff smiles out to the angry fans, before asking for a microphone. HOFF Now, as I said, I will fight to make the winner of this grueling, prestigious event the #1 contender. So Bill Watts, you old bastard, why don't you come out here and make it official. Hoff lowers the mic and looks at the entranceway. The fans boo, when suddenly... CUE: "Set it Off" by Audioslave THE FANS EXPLODE!! COACH Oh YEAH~! It's not Bill Watts, but the fans don't seem to mind as the World Heavyweight Champion, CRYSTAL, steps onto the stage!! Dressed in gear, belt over her shoulder, and carrying a mic!! CRYSTAL Hoff. "CRYS-TAL, CRYS-TAL, CRYS-TAL" The champ smiles before continuing. CRYSTAL Hoff. Do you truly think that beating a bunch of goons in a fake battle royal is going to impress me? HOFF Fake?! This was the most physical competition of my-- CRYSTAL Save it. Hoff fumes as the crowd goes wild! Crystal smiles and shakes her head. CRYSTAL So is that was this is really all about, Hoff? A title shot? Hoff pauses, considering his words. HOFF Well, no...it was also about putting a little hurting on Igor here. The fans boo as Igor comes into view, being helped up the ramp by two officials. CRYSTAL You sick son of a bitch. Igor, come here. Igor and the refs stop at the top of the ramp, and Crystal gives the young man a kiss on the cheek. COACH THAT BASTARD!!!! Igor looks at Crystal, wide eyed, before grinning and screaming at the top of his lungs. Igor quickly busts loose and runs to the back, as a faint scream of "OH BABY!" can be heard with a thick Russian accent. CRYSTAL (smiling) Well, now that that's taken care of... Crystal's smile fades a little as she readjusts the belt over her shoulder. CRYSTAL You know, Hoff, I've seen you do a lot of things in this company. Over the past year, you've had your share of wins, your share of losses. And I've got to be honest...I've been impressed. Hoff smiles smugly, while Crystal's smile fades completely. CRYSTAL But, Hoff, I've also seen the kind of man you are. I've seen you throw Axel into a coffin and off of this very stage. I've seen you cripple my good friend, A.J. Flaire, in that very ring. And don't think I've forgotten, the night you joined Zack and Calvin, that it was me you turned on, me who's back you drove the dagger into. Hoff nods, still looking smug. CRYSTAL Hoff, you are, unquestionably, a rotten human being. HOFF (flatly) Well thank you. Crystal pauses, narrowing her eyes at Hoff. Hoff shoots her back a narrow gaze as well. CRYSTAL But the truth is, I might almost be able to look past all of that, and give you your shot, except for one little thing. Crystal pauses for effect as the arena buzzes. CRYSTAL Hoff...one-on-one, without help from your boys, in the past two months...you haven't beaten a single person on the roster. Hoff swallows hard, taking this in and knowing the truth of it. Hoff keeps his face dark as the champion continues. CRYSTAL Hoff, when you prove to me that you deserve a shot at this belt...you let me know. Crystal turns to leave-- HOFF Wait. Slowly, Crystal turns back to face the ring. Hoff looks at her blankly. COLE What's Hoff gonna say? CABOOSE That can't be true, can it? COACH Word from our people in the truck is that, yeah, it is! COLE Wow. Hoff swallows hard again, raising the mic back to his lips. HOFF All right...I have a deal for you. Crystal looks skeptic, but says, "I'm listening." HOFF ...Next week, right here on HeldDown, you and I have a match. One on one...no outside interference. Crystal raises an eyebrow, but keeps quiet. HOFF You want me to prove myself? Well what better way to prove that I deserve a title shot than by beating the champion? So I tell you what. We have ourselves a match, and if I win, I get a World Title shot at World Without End. And if you win...then that's the end of it, and no questions asked. The fans buzz, actually cheering a bit at the idea. COACH Hey, that's not bad! Crystal looks down at her belt, then back at Hoff. CRYSTAL All right...you're on. But if anyone, ANYONE, gets involved-- HOFF They won't. You just worry about me, because I am gonna beat you, one...two...three. A little cheer goes up, and Crystal just smiles. CRYSTAL We'll see, big boy...we'll see. "Set it Off" plays as Crystal turns and leaves, while in the ring, Hoff smiles a very genuine looking smile. COLE Wow! What a deal for Hoff! CABOOSE I gotta hand it to my man, Hoff, he worked out a hell of an agreement! COLE Next week, it's gonna be that man, Hoff, against the World Champion, Crystal, with so much on the line! COACH What a match that'll be! COLE Yeah, but we got plenty more tonight, so stay tuned! *The camera cuts to backstage* (We open on a scene of JAE and Cain walking down a hallway at Williams & Horn and talking.) J. ARTHUR I think we sent a pretty strong message to Parka and Jude this past Thursday. They won’t try to jump us like that again. CAIN They can try, but it will just end the same way. *JAE laughs and then opens the door to Father’s office. When they go inside they stop short in front of Father’s desk. Two men in nice suits are standing on either side of Father’s desk. Father is sitting at the desk with his head resting against his hand.* J. ARTHUR Who are the suits? FATHER This is Mr. Williams and Mr. Horn. *JAE and Cain get real nervous and look at each other.* FATHER It seems they aren’t pleased with our efforts of late. J. ARTHUR Hey Cain and I got our part of the job done! FATHER That’s funny; I seem to remember you two getting thrown off the stage instead of helping me in my match! MR. WILLIAMS Enough! Now that Mr. Edwards and Mr. Cain are here we can begin. MR. HORN Robert we gave you control over the D.C. branch of Williams & Horn because we thought that you had the killer instinct to run it, but instead you have embarrassed us with your personal vendettas. Your choice in help has brought even more shame upon us. J. ARTHUR Hey! MR. WILLIAMS Robert we have no excuse to let you go. We warned you before to turn things around and you haven’t. J. ARTHUR What!? If you fire him then I’m quitting! CAIN Same here. MR. HORN Neither of you will have to quit…you’re both fired as well. J. ARTHUR Oh hell no! MR. HORN Oh hell yes. J. ARTHUR Robert tell this guy to go fu… FATHER James just shut up! *JAE looks pissed as Father stands up and begins clearing his desk of things he can carry by hand.* J. ARTHUR You’re just going to leave? FATHER It’s over James. I’m going home because I’m tired of all this. J. ARTHUR Fine…go ahead and just quit…after this past Thursday you seem to be pretty good at that. *Father gives JAE a mean look, but he doesn’t say anything.* CAIN What about us? What do we do Robert? FATHER You still have your OAOAST contracts so just go on with your life. J. ARTHUR So do you. You don’t have to leave. FATHER My contract isn’t permanent and I don’t think I’ll be doing anymore shows. I know when I’ve been defeated. *Father leaves the room with the stuff he picked up and JAE and Cain watch him leave.* J. ARTHUR Come on Cain, we don’t need this anyway. *JAE and Cain leave. Mr. Williams pulls out a cell phone and begins to speak.* MR. WILLIAMS It’s done…no we have not contacted him yet…we will…I’m sure he will be interested in what we have to offer him. (The scene fades out on the creepy grin of Mr. Williams as he hangs up the phone.) 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NYU 0 Report post Posted October 3, 2004 BUFFER The Road to the Elimination Chamber continues with our Main Event tonight, which is scheduled for one fall. *DING! DING! DING!* *1! 2! 3! Hit it!* “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)” blasts over the loudspeakers as The Mad Cappa walks out of the entranceway to a roaring reaction from the crowd. He slowly walks down to ringside with a smile on his face. Along the way, he stops to slap hands with some of the fans sitting ringside while the crowd begins to loudly chant “CAPPA! CAPPA!”. After getting in the ring, he raises his arms up to the people and receives an even louder reaction. BUFFER Introducing first, hailing from Anacostia, Washington D.C., weighing in at 185 pounds, please welcome the former two-time Puerto Rican/Italian Champion of the WORLD……THE MAAAAAAAAAAAAD CAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPAAAAA!! The fans let out a loud cheer at the announcement of this name, but are quickly drowned out by the sounds of A3. Woke Up This Morning Got Yourself A Gun Mama Always Said You’d Be The Chosen One BUFFER And here comes the opponent. Hailing from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the self-proclaimed “World’s Greatest Athlete!” Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome…….DRRRRRRRRRREK STOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!!! Drek Stone walks out of the entranceway, receiving a loud series of jeers in return. He stands at the top of the ramp for a minute, looking out at the fans that are giving him such a negative reaction. With a flick of his wrist, he dismisses them all and saunters down o the ring. He glares at The Mad Cappa for a moment, who returns the same intense stare. Their eyes remain locked for a moment, until Drek finally walks up the steps and into the ring. COLE Obviously, we can’t forget the history between these two men. Their hatred has been well documented! CABOOSE Well, who can forget their history? Drek Stone won his first OAOAST Championship from The Mad Cappa at the Great Angle Bash. Cappa has a place in history now. COACH Well, let’s not forget that Cappa won the title back one month later in an absolutely brutal Hell-in-the-Cell match. CABOOSE Funny. I don’t remember that. Immediately after Drek Stone walks into the ring, he steps up to The Mad Cappa and shoves him nearly halfway across the ring. Cappa stumbles for a second but, once he gets regains his footing, he walks back towards Drek and gives him a nasty shove towards the corner. Like Cappa only a moment ago, Drek takes a second to control his balance. COLE These two men are testing each other out in the early goings. CABOOSE Did you see the way Drek shoved Cappa across the ring? The strength of this man! More amazing every time I see it. Drek then walks straight towards The Mad Cappa and gives him a hard right hand to the face. Cappa reels back a little bit, giving Drek the opportunity to hit a second punch, and then a third. With a fourth punch, Drek sends Cappa falling to the mat. Not wanting to give Cappa a chance to breathe, Drek quickly tries to pick Cappa off the ground - but gets a fist in the face for his efforts. Stone stumbles back a little, allowing Cappa to charge at him and bring him down with a stiff clothesline! Right after the move, Drek rolls to the outside to regain his bearings. COACH And there we go! Drek Stone tried to start a fistfight with The Mad Cappa, and got knocked on his ass as a result. CABOOSE I sense a little bias here, Coach. Where is your journalistic integrity? COLE Caboose, I…. CABOOSE Quiet, Cole. I just wanted to point out that Coach’s hypocrisy sickens me. Drek takes a short walk around the ring in order to try to calm himself down. Once the referee reaches eight, he quickly rolls back into the ring and gets back to his feet. He and Cappa have a momentary staredown one another, then flash a nod of acknowledgement. They slowly move towards one another, looking ready to grapple - until Drek quickly catches Cappa in a side headlock. Cappa tries to force Drek off his neck, but Drek only wrenches the hold in tighter. Cappa quickly bashes a strong elbow into Drek’s midsection, forcing him to release the hold. Cappa then hits Drek with a knee to the stomach. COLE For some reason, this match has suddenly turned into a technical contest, instead of the fistfight we thought we were starting with. COACH Perhaps these two guys just want to see who the better wrestler is. We’ve seen them have bloody, nasty battles before - maybe this is to see who actually has more technical skill. COLE Now that I think about it, they did just flash a nod at each other. Could that have something to do with it? COACH Ah, conspiracy theories. What would we do without them? With Stone doubled over, Cappa lifts him up for a body slam……but on the way down, Drek wraps him up in a loose small package. One….. Two….. Kickout! Immediately after, both men pop back up to their feet. Cappa runs quickly at Drek with a clothesline, but Drek ducks it, slides behind Cappa, and brings him down with a quick schoolboy. One….. Two….. Kickout! Once again, both wrestlers stand up quite quickly. Drek quickly traps The Mad Cappa in another side headlock. CABOOSE Did you just see how close this match came to ending? Cappa is trying to end this thing quickly, and Drek is picking off the best times to use Cappa’s own momentum against him. Once again, Cappa tries to pull Drek off his neck, which makes Drek only clamp the hold tighter. Noticing that Cappa is ready to make an attempt to shove him off once again, Drek quickly lets go of the headlock, grabs Cappa’s right arm, and twists it behind him in a hammerlock position. Drek, with a confident smile, tries grabbing Cappa’s left arm as well, but is completely oblivious that Cappa has started a mad dash towards the corner. Right before hitting the corner post, Cappa ducks and falls to the ground, sending Drek face-first into the top turnbuckle. COACH That could loosen a few teeth. CABOOSE Don’t talk like that! The man has a GQ shoot to take care of tomorrow! Cappa pops back to his feet after the move and stands behind Drek, who is visibly stunned after the move. As Drek starts to walk backwards, Cappa lifts him up and brings him down to the mat with a belly-to-back suplex! He floats over after the move. One…. Two……. Kickout! Both men rapidly rise to their feet after the move. Drek charges at Cappa, who jumps behind Stone and brings him down to the mat with a crucifix pin. One……. Two……. Kickout! Cappa and Drek rise up quickly once again, with Drek charging at Cappa with the hope that his luck has changed this time around. Cappa jumps behind Drek and sets him up for a crucifix….but Drek uses his strength to keep Cappa trapped behind his back. With Cappa relatively helpless, Drek jumps back - and sends Cappa spine-first into the mat! CABOOSE See that? Drek knew exactly what Cappa was going for, and knew how to capitalize! COLE I have to admit, Drek seems to be in pretty strong control in the early goings of this match. Cappa wriggles around on the ground after the move, giving Drek the opportunity to drop a leg across his throat. The fans start booing as Drek gets up once again and stands over Cappa’s body. He proudly pounds his chest for all his disapproving fans - and drops yet another leg across the neck of The Mad Cappa. He turns him over for the count. One…… Two……. Shoulder up! Drek, with a confident grin, rolls off Cappa’s body and begins to pry him off the mat. COACH Did he really think a leg drop would finish off The Mad Cappa? Who does he think he is? Hulk Hog…. COLE Just stop right there. Copyright infringement and all…. COACH Well, let me tell you something. This man is NO Bulk Bogan! CABOOSE …..there you go. Avoided a bullet there. Drek grabs Cappa’s arm and gives him an irish whip into the corner. Once Cappa hits the post, Drek runs after him, hoping to score with a high-impact move. But Cappa moves out of the corner, puts his head down, and gives Drek a back-body drop. Drek awkwardly lands after the move, with his back and neck hitting the mat, but his feet snapping off the top turnbuckle, and back over his body. The fans break out in a minor “Holy Shit” chant as Drek lays on the mat in that awkward position for a few moments. CABOOSE Oh, god. COACH That was a nasty fall. Cappa, not taking this opportunity to get the pinfall, picks up Drek and pushes him into the turnbuckle. He quickly hops up to the middle rope, plants his feet on Drek’s chest, and falls with a monkey flip, sending Drek spinning towards the center of the ring. As Drek hits the mat, Cappa scrambles over to make the pinfall. One…… Two…... Shoulder up! CABOOSE What a scavenger. Cappa hits Drek with a monkey flip - and then tries to get the pinfall immediately after. Disgusting! COACH Boose, I…. COLE Coach, no. We have this discussion almost every week. Just let it go. After Cappa rolls off Drek’s body, Drek starts inching himself towards the corner. He gets onto his knees, but spots Cappa coming right after him. He quickly grabs Cappa by the front of his tights and jerks him forward, sending him off-balance and face-first into the midle turnbuckle. Drek takes this time to roll onto the ring apron and slowly scale his way onto the top turnbuckle. However, once he gets to the top, Cappa is waiting with a punch to Drek’s stomach. Drek loses his concentration for a second, giving Cappa the opportunity to set him up in a powerbomb position and pull him out of the corner. He holds Drek up for a few seconds, leaving the capacity crowd in Little Rock, Arkansas buzzing for a short while. He finally drops Drek Stone down….WITH A HARD HITTING CAPPA-BOMB! COLE CAPPA-BOMB! THIS ONE COULD BE OVER! The velocity of the move sends Drek’s body bouncing off the mat. Cappa quickly moves up and hooks the leg. The referee drops down to make the count, with the fans chanting the entire way. ONE…… TWO………. KICKOUT! The fans begin to jeer noticeably, upset that Drek Stone just managed to get the strength to kick out. CABOOSE OVER?! It wasn’t anywhere NEAR over! Calm yourself, Cole! Cappa, with somewhat of a frustrated look, starts dragging Drek off the mat by his hair. Grabbing his arm, he gives him an irish-whip into the corner. He tries to follow suit with a clothesline - but Drek manages to plant a foot into his face! Cappa turns away dizzily, allowing Drek the opportunity to rebound out of the corner with a forceful bulldog! However, Drek Stone is still in a little too much pain to really capitalize on the opportunity. Both men lay on the ground for a short while, as a “CAPPA! CAPPA!” chant breaks out among the crowd. COLE And now we’re back to where we started from. Neither man has the advantage. They gradually begin to rise to their feet, as the fans start clapping for Cappa in an attempt to will him up first. Perhaps this actually does help, as Cappa gets up first, and runs at Drek with bad intentions in his mind. But Drek, almost completely knowing what Cappa had in mind, ducks his head forward……AND BRINGS THE MAD CAPPA OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A BACK-BODY DROP! COACH Whoa! CABOOSE Drek Stone, continuing to show that he is just one step ahead of The Mad Cappa! The fans groan as Drek woozily makes it back up to a standing position. Cappa begins to crawl around on the arena floor, hoping to fully grasp the idea of where he actually is at this point. Meanwhile, Drek slowly scales the turnbuckles once again, keeping his eyes locked on Cappa the entire way. Once The Mad Cappa finally makes it onto his feet, Drek waits for him to turn his attention his way. Once he does, Drek jumps off the top rope……AND HITS THE MAD CAPPA WITH A CROSSBODY BLOCK ONTO THE ARENA FLOOR! “Holy Shit!“ “Holy Shit!“ COLE These people are definitely right. CABOOSE About what? I don’t recall anybody making The Mad Cappa a saint. COACH I don’t get it. CABOOSE Think about it, toots. Either way, another DEATH-DEFYING move from Drek Stone. Is there anything this man can’t do?! A replay of the move plays on “OAOAST Flashback” at two different angles, before finally reverting back to live action. Drek, up to his feet first, pulls Cappa off the floor. Holding him by the back of his head, he runs forward……and rams him right into the corner post! Cappa’s head bounces off the post and sends him rolling down the ring stairs back down to the concrete floor. Drek, with his smirk now fully returned, grabs Cappa by the back of his pants and rolls him back into the ring. Cappa woozily tries to make it into a standing position, but it’s all for naught as Drek brings him back down to the mat with a beautiful standing dropkick. Drek instantly poses for the crowd after the move, receiving an impressive amount of boos in return. COACH The Mad Cappa really needs to get himself back into this matchup if he wants to get out of last place. CABOOSE No, he doesn’t. He’s in last place because he DESERVES to be in last place. And that’s all there is to it. With a resurgence of confidence, Drek struts towards the corner and starts silently urging Cappa to get back to his feet. Almost stalking him in a way, Drek keeps his eyes locked on Cappa as he makes a dizzy attempt to get back to a standing position. Once he finally does, which takes a fair amount of time, Drek swoops in. He gives him a kick to the stomach….reaches back……AND HITS HIM WITH THE BUST-A-CAP! COLE BUST-A-CAP! BUST-A-CAP! COACH COULD THIS BE IT?! The force of the move sends Cappa snapping back up into a standing position, then falling stiffly back down to the mat. The fans gasp at the possibility that The Mad Cappa could lose this way, as Drek Stone crawls over and hooks his leg. ONE……… TWO…………. SHOULDER UP! SHOULDER UP! A huge cheer erupts in the building as Drek pounds his fist against the mat angrily. CABOOSE Dammit! Coach, where do I sign up for your conspiracy theory?! There is something wrong here! How was that not a 3 count?! Drek stares at the referee for a second, clearly transfixed on the idea that it was a solid three count, then moves his way towards the corner. He hops onto the middle rope, scouts Cappa for a second…..then jumps off and DRIVES AN ELBOW INTO THE MAD CAPPA’S FOREHEAD! Cappa’s legs bounce off the mat, but Drek quickly wraps them up for a pinfall. ONE……… TWO……….. KICKOUT! Once again, the arena begins to boom in cheers as Drek rolls off The Mad Cappa with frustration in his eyes. Drek slowly starts to pull The Mad Cappa off the ground…….but gets a STINGING chop to the chest in return. “WOOOOOOOOO!” Drek, with a scowl, stares at his chest for a second. He then rears back and plants his own NASTY chop onto the Mad Cappa’s chest. “WOOOOOOOO!” Cappa, clearly in pain from the chop, steps back a second and takes a deep breath. He then swings forward with his own chop - but Drek swats his arm out of the way. He gives Cappa a hard boot to the stomach, then hooks him in a suplex position. He lifts his leg up and………brings him over with a fisherman’s suplex! The referee drops down to make the count, but Drek swivels his hips, bringing both men back onto their knees. Drek struggles to get them onto their feet but, after a few seconds, finally does. With the position still locked on, Drek pulls back and……BRINGS HIM OVER WITH ANOTHER FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX!! COLE Rolling Fisherman Suplexes! COACH I don’t recall EVER seeing this before! Once again, the referee drops down to make the count - but AGAIN, Drek swivels his hips and struggles to get both guys onto their feet. Once he does, the fans start buzzing in anticipation of a third Fisherman’s suplex. Drek rears back with the hold still locked on………..but Cappa breaks it up! He gives Drek a hard thrust to the throat, then sets him up in a suplex position and lifts his leg. He then brings Drek to the mat with his OWN Fisherman’s Suplex……AND HOLDS THE BRIDGE! ONE……. TWO…………. KICKOUT! DREK JUST KICKED OUT! COLE What a beautiful bridge The Mad Cappa had with that fisherman’s suplex. But Drek was JUST able to get that shoulder up. COACH Both these men want those Round Robin points, and they really will do anything to get them. Both men roll over onto their knees, gasping for air, as the audience begins another chant for The Mad Cappa. Once they get up, Cappa runs at Drek - and brings him down with a stiff clothesline! Drek tries popping back up, but Cappa charges at him again - and knocks him down with another stiff clothesline! Somewhat more slowly this time around, Drek starts to lift himself off the mat again. Once he does, Cappa runs at him with ANOTHER clothesline - but Drek ducks. Cappa simply swings his arm over Drek’s body, lets Drek stand, and hits him with a nasty clothesline to the back of the head. Drek slowly crumbles to the mat, and Cappa drops down for the pinfall. ONE……. TWO……… KICKOUT! CABOOSE What the hell is wrong with The Mad Cappa? He hits him from behind in the head wih a clothesline?! What happened to be an upstanding wrestler and actually doing it face-to-face?! COACH Seems Cappa DID learn something from Drek Stone after all. Cappa, perhaps knowing that the clothesline sequence wouldn’t be enough to finish Drek off, rolls off his body and starts to drag him back up to his feet. He hooks him into a suplex position… ….lifts him up… ….holds him there… ….holds him there… ….holds him there… ……and FINALLY drops him down with a vertical suplex. Drek’s body hit’s the mat with a loud “THUD!” as the fans start to loudly cheer this example of Cappa’s strength. He slashes his thumb against his throat, signifying that end is near, much to the loud support of the crowd. Grabbing Drek by his arm and his leg, he pulls him over to a nearby corner. He moves to the outside and slowly rises to the top turnbuckle. Drek’s not moving! The reaction of the crowd starts getting louder once Cappa’s on the top rope. He acknowledges the fans for a moment, then jumps off……..WITH A SIDE SWINGING MOONSAULT………ONTO THE MAT! DREK STONE ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY! COLE That could have changed the entire momentum of the matchup! The fans let out a loud sigh as Drek was JUST able to roll out of the way at the last moment. Both men lie around the floor for a few moments, clutching at their ribs, as the building starts to shake with a loud chant of “CAPPA! CAPPA!” They soon begin to crawl around the ring and try to rise back up. Drek is up first but, noticing that Cappa is almost back to a standing position, he runs over and gives Cappa a hard knee to the head, sending him back down to the mat. COACH So what happened to Drek Stone doing the face-to-face attack, instead of cheapshotting his opponent like Cappa? CABOOSE A man only has his limits, Coach. Simple retaliation, The fans boo this cheap shot as a series of stomps from Drek Stone begin to swarm The Mad Cappa. Drek, seething more noticeably the longer the match goes on, quickly yanks Cappa off the mat. Holding him by the hair, Drek begins to whisper threats, his spittle leaving noticeable drops on Cappa’s face. He then wraps his arm around Cappa’s neck and……locks him into a Dragon Sleeper! COLE Cappa is dazed! If Drek Stone fully applies this Dragon Sleeper, I don’t see how Cappa could escape! Cappa instantly starts to wave his arms about to get out of the move, but then stops. With the move not completely locked on yet, Cappa reaches back and gives Drek a BRUTAL right-hand to the face. The force of the punch forces Drek to release the hold. Staggering back a little, Drek notices a drop of blood trickling down from his nose. CABOOSE Oh no! This is terrible! Growing incensed at the sight of his own blood, Drek charges at Cappa - but Cappa slips behind him and locks him in his OWN DRAGON SLEEPER! Cappa quickly wrenches the hold in tightly and moves to his knees, forcing Drek to follow along with him. The building starts to explode with a series of cheers as Cappa pulls back harder on the move, bending Drek Stone at what really should be an impossible angle. COLE Drek Stone is trapped! He has nowhere to go! Drek starts to flail his legs excitedly, looking for a ring rope to grab onto. Cappa, noticing what his plan is, wraps his legs around Drek’s body and traps him in a body scissors as well! Cappa pulls back on Drek’s neck again, somehow finding a way to bend his body even worse. COACH A man should NOT be bent at that angle! Drek, who had begun an attempt to reach for the ropes, finds himself moving slower and slower. Finally, his arms drop to the side as the crowd lets out a loud cheer. Cappa, not wanting to let the hold loosen, cinches it on tighter as the referee walks over to see what’s happening. COLE Drek’s body is not moving! CABOOSE Just lulling Cappa into a false sense of security. That’s all it is! That’s it! The referee gingerly raises Drek’s right arm over his head….. ……and watches it fall to the mat! “YEAAAAAAHHHHHH!“ The fans let out a loud cheer as the ref raises Drek’s right arm once again…… ….and looks at it fall to the mat! COACH Two! Two times! Cappa intensely looks at Drek’s arm, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. The referee raises Drek’s right arm one, final time……… …..it’s falling…… ….it’s falling… …..and it’s down! *DING! DING! DING!* The arena erupts into a wild series of cheers as The Mad Cappa releases the hold, and Drek Stone sinks down to the mat. BUFFER Here is your winner……..THE MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD CAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! CABOOSE I can’t believe this! COLE And The Mad Cappa comes out of this with the win! Do you know what means, Caboose?! COACH I do! This is going to go down as a submission win, so that means The Mad Cappa suddenly finds himself with three points! CABOOSE Disgusting. The fans continue to cheer as The Mad Cappa rolls out of the ring and slaps their hands on his way up the ramp. Meanwhile, the referee walks over to Drek Stone to check his condition - and gets pushed down to the mat as a result. Drek slowly rolls over, gasping for oxygen, while Cappa walks through the curtains with a wide smile on his face. COLE With The Mad Cappa’s latest win, the standings NOW look like this: POINTS: Gunner Sharps: 5 Panther: 4 The Blurricane: 3 The Mad Cappa: 3 Leon Rodez: 2 Drek Stone: 2 COACH Panther is now only one point away from the lead! COLE This thing definitely continues to heat up, heading into the Round Robin finale on October 14th. Who will be getting this Heavyweight Title Shot in November?! We’ll find out soon! Don’t miss HeldDown coming to you at the regular time this Thursday! CABOOSE Hoff is finally show Crystal that she is simply a girl in a wrestling world filled with MEN! I don’t think any of you want to miss that! COLE And I’ve just gotten word from Bill Watts: The Round Robin tournament match will continue next week with a SIX-MAN Tag Team match! Completely chosen at random, it seems as if Gunner Sharps, Panther, and Leon Rodez will be teaming up to face Drek Stone, The Mad Cappa, and The Blurricane! And did I mention that the winning team scores 3 points for each member?! COACH Something tells me this is just asking for trouble. COLE Six-Man action! Hoff vs. Crystal! And who knows what else we will be seeing next week?! Don’t miss HeldDown this Thursday! WE’LL SEE YOU THEN! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NYU 0 Report post Posted October 3, 2004 I’m actually very glad that we were able to pull off a Saturday Night HeldDown show, since I really do think it turned out quite well. KC did a great job with the Blurricane/Rodez match and I love how, with the efforts of everyone involved, this Round Robin Tournament is turning out as well as I knew it good. As always, I enjoyed Patty’s work, from the backstage promo with Krista screaming at Logan to the entertaining promo from Alix (ALIX: Oh my! Next phrase! This segment isn't nearly as funny as I had envisioned!…….MACHINE: True!) - definitely awesome, to the actual Frankensteiners/Chicks Over Dicks match itself, everything was great. PFL’s HIYAH Report was a welcome addition to the show, and I really enjoyed LPYC’s continuation with the Father saga, and the introduction of these new men as part of The Machine. Hoff’s stuff was just incredibly fun as always, and I’m really looking forward to seeing what he could do with Crystal next week. The Ragdoll promo from What? was a great way to start the show, and Tony’s stuff with Black T and The New New Midnight Express really worked towards establishing the ever growing problems these two teams seem to encounter in particular. EDIT: Also added in Adam's stuff. For the short notice he had concerning the Gunner/Panther match, he really did a tremendous job. After posting this show, I definitely have a new appreciation for the stuff Patty goes through every week. For all those that participated, great stuff, everyone. I really do mean that. CREDITS King Cucaracha Hoff Patty O’Green LaParkaYourCar What? Tony149 Pheonix Fury Legdrop NY Untouchable Nice Guy Adam Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
