Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 15, 2004 LAST WEEK ON HELDOWN~! MALIBU Axel is DONE now. Finished! A fluke pin in that ass backwards badland he calls home, with crooked officiating and pure bias against myself and The Thrillogy? You think that counts? You think that win means something? IT DOESN’T! I DOESN’T MEAN A DAMN THING BECAUSE HIS CAREER IS DEAD AND I KILLED HI… “Ow wah ah ah ah” “Down With The Sickness” hits and the crowd ERUPTS, as a wild eyed Malibu turns to the entrance way in shock. There standing on the stage, clad in jeans, a black T-shirt, and an arm brace is AXEL! ****** AXEL If you “made” me, Zack, then prove it. Why don’t we make something together? Something called “history”, eh? Next week, I’ll come here and I’ll bring the HI-YAH Heavyweight Championship. I’ll bring my title and put it on the line, if anything just to coerce you even further into a match where I can finally put your delusions to rest. ALSO ON HELDOWN COACH Aw, yeah, boy, and the arena has been buzzin' about this one all night! Hoff versus Crystal! Crystal climbs up the ring steps, then climbs the ropes while still on the apron, hoisting the World Championship high into the air. Crystal hops down off the ropes, landing in-ring and waving the fans to their feet for a second time, as Hoff looks on from the opposite corner. Crystal turns to the referee, handing him her championship belt. The ref simply hands it to the timekeeper as Crystal takes off her trenchcoat. **** Hoff goes flying acorss the ring. Crystal crawls over to make another cover, but again, Hoff gets out at two. Crystal waits for the big man to get to his feet, then catches him with a dropsault, sending Hoff back into the corner. Crystal charges in, and SPEARS Hoff against the buckle! Hoff doubles over, holding his ribs, but Crystal drags him out by the hair! Crystal grabs Hoff, and takes him down with a Russian leg sweep! The cover by Crystal! ONE TWO NO! ***** Crystal grabs Hoff, whipping him out of the corner, but again, Hoff reverses. Crystal hits the opposite buckle, and Hoff charges in, but Crystal catches him with a back elbow! Hoff stumbles away, turning his body, and allowing Crystal to hop onto the second rope! Crystal, holding the top rope, reaches with her legs, and grabs Hoff's shoulders from behind! Before Hoff knows what's happening, Crystal jumps off the top rope and rolls forward into a victory roll! But Hoff blocks her momentum, and ends up on top of her! Hoff kneels on Crystal's shoulders, and the champion FLAILS to get out as the ref makes the count!!! ONE! TWO! THREE!! COLE Well we now know. It's official. At World Without End, it will be Hoff versus Crystal, one more time, for the World Championship! OAOAST HeldDOWN~! KAPWOWOWOWBAMAMABOOOM! SO MANY FIREWORKS, YOU’D THINK JUBILEE WAS IN THE BUILDING! COLE Folks, welcome to another exciting edition of the premier show in Sports and Entertainment, OAOAST HeldDOWN~! We are Triple C, Michael Cole, Caboose and John Coachman. And we’re live from the land of the extreme, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! CABOOSE Extreme? That term is dead, just like the Global Party Exchange will be after tonight’s tag team title match against, Hells Hitmen. COACH In addition to the smoking hot tag team title match, Black T will go up against the Frankensteiners who will try to rebound from a sound ass whupping at the hands of Chicks Over Dicks. CABOOSE Plus, the OAOAST franchise Zack Malibu has a chance to shut Axel up once and for all when they fight for the HI-YAH heavyweight strap! I can’t imagine the type of hurt Zack has in store for Axel. I wouldn’t want to be in his shoes. COACH Because he has smelly feet? CABOOSE Please die. COLE Don’t forget that we have plenty of round robin action tonight, as the most revolutionary event in Sports and Entertainment ends tonight with three make em or break em matches! "Set It Off" blares through the sound system as the World Heavyweight Champion, CRYSTAL, makes her way to the ring. She asks for the microphone and waits for the crowd to quiet down before she speaks into it. CRYSTAL Before I get started, I would first and foremost want to ask Hoff to come on out. COLE Crystal isn't wasting any time. COACH Well, our champion isn't like other champions from not-to-be named companies that blabber on and on for seemingly hours on end... After a moment of waiting, "Black" blares through the arena speakers and Hoff comes out with a shit eating grin on his face. COACH Well doesn't he look proud... CABOOSE Why shouldn't he? He's the next World Champion baby! Hoff takes another microphone and waits for what Crystal has to say. CRYSTAL Hoff, I've got to admit, you outsmarted me last week. No doubt about it. For that, I give you props. And I truly am looking forward to defending the heavyweight title against you at World Without End. I've got to tell you, last week, you went from a joke to a legit World Title contender. The fans pop as Hoff quirks a smile. HOFF I've got to admit that I was absolutely shocked too. Crystal raises her eyebrows as crowd murmurs in confusion. HOFF Yeah, I was shocked...shocked it too that long to beat you! I've got to say, I was disappointed in myself! I mean, come on now! How long was the match? 15 minutes? I should have had you at 2 minutes! "BOOO!" Crystal rolls her eyes as Hoff continues. HOFF Why would anybody beat shocked I beat you? Everybody knows that, honey, you're just keeping that belt warm for the REAL future...ME! I'm agile, charismatic, and have about ten times the strength you do! Hate to break it to you Chrissy, but it was in the bag the whole time. CRYSTAL Oh then, let me guess: you were just pretending to get your ass kicked the entire match right up until the fluke rollup? Was it the element of surprise? Cut the crap Hoff: lady luck was on your side last week. Yes, you outsmarted me, and I appreciate and accept that. But if you think that it was anything but a spur of luck, you're dead wrong. Crystal steps towards Hoff, closing the distance between them. CRYSTAL I've got a little peice of advice for you Hoff: you better get more prepared for this match than you've ever been for any other. Because if last week is a preview of what we're going to see, lightning never strikes twice. Looking like a fool in your first World Title match at a Pay Per View is something a wrestler sometimes can never get over. If you want to start hanging with the main event dogs, you better start smartening up. Hoff stares at Crystal with a blank look on his face. He blinks a couple times, and slowly nods. Crystal stares after him as he walks up the ramp, his smile completely gone. Hoff pauses, looking thoughtfully at Crystal, before disappearing behind the curtain. COLE Crystal looks like she might be getting in Hoff's head a little! COACH Well, of course! She might be ultra, super, mega fine, but she's also SMART. CABOOSE Oh, can it, fanboy. Crystal's just blowing some smoke in Hoff's eyes to try and get past the fact that she got beat! COLE Maybe, but I think there's more to it than that. Hoff looked genuinely...I mean...I don't know! What was that...was it fear? COACH I don't think so, Mikey. I just think Hoff knows that beating Crystal will be a challenge! CABOOSE Bollocks. He did it once, he can surely do it again. No sweat. COLE Well, we'll see that match at our next pay-per-view, World Without End, on Halloween night! October 31st! But we've got a whole lot more yet tonight, including more Round Robin action! So stay tuned! (Go to break) (Return from break) COLE Welcome back, folks. And let me just tell you - during the commercial break, you missed an amazing match! COACH It definitely was something to watch. Gunner Sharps and Leon Rodez really fought it out, just to get a few points to add to their total. Gunner HAD to win this match to stay in the tournament. COLE So competitive. But in the end, surprisingly enough, Leon Rodez actually got the pinfall! And it was all thanks to that damn referee that Gunner powerbombed a few weeks ago. COACH I have no idea what that was about. CABOOSE I’m still in shock from when that giraffe ran down to ringside. COACH I have to agree with you there, Boose. But that locust swarm in the ring was something else too. COLE I think we’re all amazed by what happened there. But when Coca Cola calls you and says they want to run an extended ad for C2 Cola, you’re not just going to turn them down, you know? Ladies and gentlemen, it really wasn’t THAT great….. COACH Who would have thought that man would just parachute into the ring like that? CABOOSE Still amazed. COLE The point is - Leon added two points to his total, and both men are now officially gone from this tournament. We’re very sorry we couldn’t get that match to you folks at home. But what we CAN get for you is our final two matches in the Road to the Elimination Chamber. Drek Stone will be facing the Blurricane later on tonight, and we'll also be seeing Panther taking on the Mad Cappa! Those two matches are going to have HUGE effects on the winner of this tourney. Right now Caboose and Coach have another edition of Cruisin or Bruisin! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 15, 2004 (What’s that we here? Excuse me. I mean What’s that we hear? Why its none other then Young Buck’s “Let me in”! That must mean its time for Cruisin’ or Bruisin’. Or is it? We open to the professional and slightly futuristic set. Coach and Caboose are dressed to impress.) COACH Young ass playas, I guess we filthy rich. What’s going on, home skillets! Welcome to Gangsta or Wanksta... (Caboose groans) COACH You lost the coin toss, dude. Get over it! Fans this is the hard hitting show that brings you all the hot action from around the tag team division! Plus gives you an in depth profile on some of our coolest teams. This week, we take a look at the champs...Global Party Xchange! Boo tang clan, Gangsta or Wanksta? CABOOSE GPX is Gangsta. COACH Graphics! CABOOSE They’re gangsta because they’re the champs. They are the top team in the division and everyone and their mother is gunning for them. They’ve got the top of the line teams like Black T, The Midnights and Hell’s Hitmen on their back and even middle of the pack groups like The Tethers and the Love Doctors keeping an eye on them. They may not be the best team in the division, that distinction goes to Black T, but they are the most important. COACH What would you say is their biggest strength? Their speed? Their resiliency? CABOOSE They’re a great team. And I mean that in the most literal sense of the word. I don’t quite know how to explain this, but when they’re in the ring...let me collect my thoughts. What am I trying to say? It’s almost as if, they’re one cohesive unit. Not to knock this tag team because they’re very good, but look at Chicks Over Dicks. They have probably the best record in the tag team division at about Twelve wins and two losses. But when they wrestle, it’s just Alix Spezia and Krista Isadora Duncan wrestling together. When GPX wrestles, it’s not Johnny Jackson and Scotty Static wrestling, it’s GPX wrestling. Almost like they mesh together and form some sort of super duo. The connection these two share...its amazing. They are the ultimate team. COACH And you still say they aren’t the best team? CABOOSE That’s Black T. But we’ll talk about them another day. COACH What’s GPX’s weakness, Boo tang clan? CABOOSE Hell’s Hitmen! COACH That ain’t good. CABOOSE No it’s not. GPX has to face the Hitmen in a cage match tonight! Everytime these two teams face, the Hitmen overwhelm GPX with their size and strength. Johnny and Scotty are winless against the Hitmen and I don’t think it will change tonight. COACH Any advice for GPX? Not for tonight’s match but in general. CABOOSE Focus on the task at hand. Too often GPX gets caught up in the entertainment part of sports entertainment. They want to glad hand with the fans, kiss the babies and smooch the babes. The way I see it, they neglect to keep their eye on the prize. They get over confident or their mind starts wandering to things that have nothing to do with wrestling. When that happens they make mistakes. They can also never think of themselves as a great team. When they think of themselves as great, they’ll stop working. When they stop working, that’s when its all over. COACH BRWWAAP! BRWWAP! CABOOSE What the hell is wrong with you!? Are you choking? Quick get a medic! COACH That’s the COACHCALL. We’re outta time. Be back in two weeks! (Fade out) We cut backstage, where The Dark One, Axel, is picking himself up off the ground. Lifting his head up, he reveals a gash on his forehead, dripping blood, and shaking up his equilibrium. Axel nearly falls over, but catches himself on the catering table, knocking a ton of food over in the process. Thankfully Ragdoll, Axel's good friend, comes over to aid his ally. RAGDOLL What happened? Who did this to you? AXEL I...I dunno...never saw... Axel slumps down, half out of it. It's very possible he's suffered a concussion. RAGDOLL GET ME SOME HELP OVER HERE! GET ME SOME...HEY! HEY! Ragdoll sets his friend down on the floor and goes running through the backstage area, catching up to someone and diving onto their back, forcing them to the ground. He rolls the person over and starts hammering on him, and it's shown to be none other than Zack Malibu! RAGDOLL YOU SONUVABITCH! CAN'T FIGHT FACE TO FACE!? Malibu covers up, trying to deflect the onslaught, until a herd of trainers, officials, and wrestlers come and pry Ragdoll away. Malibu gets up and dusts himself off, still in shock. MALIBU WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? RAGDOLL You tried to take him out! I saw you! MALIBU Saw me what? Are you back on the sauce, kid? Peer pressure getting to you maybe? Incensed by the verbal low blow, Ragdoll tries to break free, but Malibu steps back and snickers as he watches everyone restrain Ragdoll. RAGDOLL I'll get you, Malibu! I'll beat your ass myself tonight if I have to! MALIBU Oooooh, I'm shaking. Junkie. After that snap, Malibu turns and continues on, leaving a VERY angry Ragdoll to try and break free from the OAOAST staff, as we fade out. (Go to break) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 15, 2004 (edited) (Return from break) "Bound for the Floor" kicks in over the arena speakers as Chris Stevens makes his way to the ring to a mostly positive reaction. COLE Chris Stevens! Haven't seen him in a couple of weeks! COACH Well we DID see him last week...sorta! CABOOSE Chris Stevens and Phoenix -- and I'm not saying I like either of them -- but they were out here having a nice little match, and all of a sudden, they're cut off by Sly Sommers and Yoshi Kamikaze-- COLE Yuji Chusaki. CABOOSE Whatever. In any case, I found it rude and offensive! COLE Caboose, we needed to bring our fans that great match, and it just happened to fall on Stevens' time slot! COACH Well, he doesn't look too happy right now! Stevens slides into the ring and asks for a mic. He walks to the center of the squared circle, surveying the crowd with some evident disdain on his kisser. STEVENS If I could have your attention for a moment, there's something that needs to be said. The crowd quiets down. COACH Sounds important! Stevens clears his throat before continuing. STEVENS Now, I know that wrestling fans have about as good a memory as a goldfish, but let me refresh everyone that last month, we had a pay-per-view called Dirty Deeds, and at that pay-per view, I beat a man named Hoff... "YEEEEAAAAHH!!" STEVENS And in case you didn't quite make the connection, that's the same Hoff who'll be fighting for the World Championship on October 31st. The fans boo as Stevens shakes his head. COLE That match of course will be at World Without End. CABOOSE You dirty shill. STEVENS Now, maybe I'm crazy, but that doesn't make a lot of sense to me. I beat Hoff soundly in the middle of the ring, and because he got a fluke pin on Crystal, suddenly he gets the shot? "STEV-ENS" "STEV-ENS" "STEV-ENS" STEVENS JUST SHUT UP A MINUTE!! The fans murmur at Stevens' sudden outburst. COACH Whoa! COLE What was that? Stevens takes a deep breath before continuing. STEVENS You know, you people are all idiots. "BOOOOOO" COLE Stevens is getting on the fans here! COACH And the fans are getting on Stevens! STEVENS Don't deny it. You people are spoon-fed everything by this company, and now you actually believe that that oaf could be a credible world title contender. Yet a guy like me, a truly gifted wrestler, where was I? Well, I was nowhere to be seen, because creative decided they had "nothing for me to do." Stevens grimaces as he says the words. STEVENS Let me tell you about another guy for whom creative had "nothing to do." His name is Jay Richards, but you probably all fondly remember him as "Crazy Vampire." A buzz passes through the crowd at the mention of CV. CABOOSE Who? COACH You know...the guy... CABOOSE Oh, yeah. STEVENS Jay is one of the best workers I've ever met, and when this company hired him I was thrilled. And what happened? The brain trust saddled him with a lame-ass gimmick, and when that didn't work, they dumped him on his ass with some pathetic skit that I regret ever being a part of. Jay was and now once again is one of the top workers in Japan. Total matches he had in the OAOAST? Zero. Stevens shakes his head again, looking disgusted. STEVENS But you don't care about great workers, do you? No, no, you want to see spot machines doing all sorts of cool flips and trips. The kind of stuff that'll get you killed. Out of all of Japan, this company brings you Sly Sommers and the dismal HI-YAH promotion. I spit on Sly Sommers, and I piss on the HI-YAH promotion. The crowd TEARS INTO Stevens now, booing him out of the building as he actually SPITS on the mat. COLE I don't get this! CABOOSE I think he's tired of being treated like dirt! COLE He hasn't been treated poorly! CABOOSE That's what YOU say, company man! COLE Oh, geez. Stevens looks out at the crowd with venom in the eyes. STEVENS You people cheer Sly Sommers because he looks good. You cheer him because he pulls off impressive moves. But last week, there were two guys out here who aren't as impressive, or maybe as charming. Two guys who certainly don't pander to you halfwits. But these two guys were putting on a clinic for you. Phoenix and I were wrestling our hearts out, and you all changed the channel. Now, I admit -- you had the channel changed for you. But given this audience, you'd have changed it anyway. "BOOOOOOOO" "YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!" STEVENS Phoenix is one of the few guys from Mexico who does more than leap around like a speed freak, and he's relegated to lying on his back for the so-called superstars! Chris Stevens is a man who can wrestle rings around anyone, but instead of getting my due, I lose it to a guy like Sly Sommers! Rest assured, if I had the spot that Sly Sommers had...you would all have no choice but to respect me for the truly great wrestler I am. CABOOSE You know, I think he's right! I mean, Chris Stevens is a hell of a wrestler...and I'm starting to like him more and more! STEVENS But since, before today, I've never been about bitching, and since I've said my piece, what I'd like to do is call Phoenix out here to restart our match. The fans are abuzz, then suddenly cheering as Phoenix's theme song plays. The smaller, masked grappler comes to the ring, high-fiving the fans. COLE Well I guess we're gonna get our match started again! CABOOSE Well hell yeah! All right! Phoenix slides into the ring under the bottom rope, then hops onto the second strand and plays to the crowd before turning back to Stevens. Phoenix asks for the mic, and Stevens hands it to him. COLE Phoenix is gonna say something! COACH Are jobbers allowed to speak? CABOOSE It's a good thing this isn't Star Trek, that's all I have to say, or Ensign Ricky here would be in trouble. The crowd quiets as Phoenix raises the mic. PHOENIX Chris, I appreciate you calling me out here to finish our match from last week. The fans go NUT for those simple words! Phoenix continues in a moderately heavy Latino accent. PHOENIX I also want to thank you for the kind words about my ability and my style, because I pride myself on that. But Chris, one thing I also pride myself on is my respect for the fans. The fans pop HUGE. Stevens looks a bit taken aback. PHOENIX I know I might not be the top guy, here in the OAOAST, but I still love to come out and perform for these people! Stevens' eyes go wide, and Phoenix nods-- and suddenly BOTH men are cut off as the AngleTron lights up! (Cut to the OAOAST Control Center, where Josh Matthews is standing by, again in front of the Japanese flag background with "OAOAST" written in the red circle on the flag.) JOSH Yo and hello...welcome to the OAOAST Control Center! Once again, I'm here to update you guys on the OAOAST Invasion of the Rising Sun, as Sly Sommers and Gibraltar have been over there for the past couple of weeks. (Switch to Camera 2, close-up of Josh's upper torso, with an over-the-shoulder with match action going on in it) JOSH Last week, we brought you live-to-tape footage of Sly Sommers' unfortunate unsuccessful attempt to wrestle the HI-YAH Jr. Heavyweight Title away from current champion Yuji Chusaki in a tremendous bout, full of high-paced action. Since then, the two have formed a sort of bond overseas, teaming in two bouts on the tour. (Josh voiceovers full-screen match footage) JOSH On Saturday in Ryogoku, Sly and Yuji defeated Big Japan's Ryuji Ito and MEN'S Teioh in 16:54, when Sly locked in the cross-face chicken wing on Ito. Sunday night, Sly lost to Ito at a Big Japan show in the same city, as Sly was out of his element against the current Big Japan Deathmatch Champion. But, Sly came back with a vengeance on Monday, going over Dakisuke Muchaki in 24:35 with a Cut Day that he then rolled into a cross-face chicken wing. After a day's break, Sly finished off his tour of duty overseas, going 53:33 in an absolutely incredible six-man Junior Heavyweight Tag Team Summit, teaming with Yuji Chusaki and The Great Bukkake to defeat Muchaki, Masa Takiyoko, and Lucha star El Drunko, who's rumored to be a bit "Spyder-like", scoring the winning fall over Takiyoko with a top rope USA High Angle 2k4 Backdrop. (Cut back to up-and-center Camera One) JOSH As for Gibraltar...well, after seeing him destroy Japanese Dojo boys in a couple of matches, the folks at the HUSTLE promotion became intrigued with our giant, as they immediately sent out contacts for him. Thanks to large monetary donations to our promotion, the OAOAST were quick to sell his contract to HUSTLE, who are rumored to be debuting him on their next show as an overgrown fetus monster. (Cut to Camera 2, with a "World Without End" logo in the over-the-shoulder box) JOSH Congratulations to both...well, at least Sly, for representing our promotion well overseas, and may your trip back to the States this weekend be safe and sound. Speaking of people coming overseas, HI-YAH Jr. Heavyweight Champion Yuji Chusaki will be making his American debut at World Without End, as he will face a contender deemed worthy to go for his belt by the OAOAST Board of Directors. The B.O.D. have come up with a decision to determine a contender for the champion... (Josh now is voice-overing random footage of the Bryants and Tetherses wrestling) JOSH Next week, the Bryants and Tetherses will continue their feud on HeldDOWN~!...but it won't be in just any tag team bout. Next week, the two teams will collide in an elimination tag bout, meaning that you must score a fall over both team members to defeat them. Whoever scores the final pinfall for their team wins the title shot at World Without End! (Cut back to Camera One) JOSH Remember next week: Sly Sommers comes back to American soil, plus a tag team elimination bout to determine who will go after the HI-YAH Junior Heavyweight Title at World Without End! See you then! (Cut back) The image on the Tron fades, and the cameras cut back to the ring, where Phoenix and Chris Stevens both stand watching. Suddenly, Stevens' eyes flash in anger...and he attacks Phoenix from behind!! "BOOOOOOOO" COLE Aw, come on! He didn't do anything! Stevens hits Phoenix with a blow from behind, knocking him onto his knees. Stevens immediately stomps at Phoenix, sending the luchadore onto his stomach, clutching at his ribs. As Phoenix begins to collect himself, Stevens slides out of the ring and grabs a folding chair from ringside! COLE No, come on now Chris, don't do this! COACH We've seen him use a chair a few times before guys! COLE Yeah, but...I mean, Phoenix didn't do this! He's innocent! CABOOSE Well he's about to pay for someone else's crimes! Phoenix slowly gets to his hands and knees as Stevens slides into the ring, wielding the chair. Stevens pops to his feet, and as Phoneix gets to his... *WHAM* Stevens NAILS Phoenix in the head and shoulders with the chair, sending Phoenix sprawling down from behind! Stevens looks down, shaking his head as he lifts the chair again... *WHAM* Stevens brings the chair down across Phoenix's back to a thunderous chorus of boos, and the smaller man lies still as Stevens flings the chair down. Stevens exits the ring and walks up the ramp, looking disdainfully at the jeering masses. COLE Well Chris Stevens made his presence felt tonight, but why did he do what he did to Phoenix? COACH Stevens was out of line tonight, guys. CABOOSE Yes he was. Yes, he was, and brother I liked it. COLE You're sick. Let's just go to something else, I dunno. Caboose is a sick sick bastard. (We go backstage where Tiffany Ruutu and Holly-Wood are chatting in an empty locker room. Tiffany is wearing the suit Alix forces him to wear.) TIFFANY Let da Synth-a-nator get dis straight, Alix n Krista, dey gotta legal right ova us? HOLLY-WOOD Basically. TIFFANY How dat possible? How dat happen? HOLLY-WOOD (in a harsher then usual tone.) It happened when you challenged them to an Almost Famous match. Or more specifically, when you accepted the Muse stipulation. TIFFANY Damn. HOLLY-WOOD When you signed across the dotted line, you gave away the right to your wrestling characters. They belong to Alix and Krista. TIFFANY (slamming his hand against his forehead) Fuck dat! HOLLY-WOOD But don’t worry. I came up with a solution. I wanted to get a lawyer and battle this out in court, but Arista wouldn’t pay for one. So I went to plan B. I got the board of directors to grant me a match with Alix at Worlds Without End, with the stipulation that if I won, The Saints and all their rights, wrestling and music, would return to Arista Records. TIFFANY Pimp hard, girl! HOLLY-WOOD Not so fast. There’s a catch. Two catches. TIFFANY Two? HOLLY-WOOD If I lose. And I won’t. But if I do, you are the sole property of Chicks Over Dicks. They can do whatever they want with you. TIFFANY Wut da other catch, eh? HOLLY-WOOD It’s a Trick or Treat match. TIFFANY Wut dat? HOLLY-WOOD The only way Alix would agree to the match is if she got to pick what type of match it was. She wanted a Trick or Treat match. It starts out normal, with the exception of costumes, I have to wear a costume, but at the five minute mark a stipulation is added. At the ten minute mark another stipulation is added. The match can’t end until two stipulations have been added. At the twenty minute mark another one will be added and it’ll go on like that for every ten minutes until the match has ended. TIFFANY Dat crazy! Tell ‘em ta fuck off! HOLLY-WOOD What the fuck are you complaining about? You’re not the one who has to do it. I am. I have to clean up your mess so just fuck off. TIFFANY (trying to lighten the mood) Gotta wear a costume, eh? HOLLY-WOOD Yeah. Where’s Logan? He should probably hear this also. (Logan storms into the room) LOGAN Logan’s heard the whole thing! We’re not slaves! You can’t barter us like baseball cards! We have a choice of who we want to be with! HOLLY-WOOD No you don’t. You’re property. Like a car, a chair a table or a TV. This is a property dispute. Property doesn’t get a say in the matter. I’m sorry. LOGAN Property? I’m not any one’s fucking property! Do you understand me? I’m a human being! We both are! We’re not going back to prostituting ourselves for Arista! We have integrity! HOLLY-WOOD Really? You fooled me. Because last I checked, you were bitches for wrestling's answer to Designing Women. Doesn't sound like you have much integrity to worry about. And prostituting yourself? Listen hear you ungrateful shit head. Almost every week, I fight a life and death battle to stop the record label from dropping you. You have done nothing for the label but shame them with embarrassment and regret. Entertainment Weekly asked the question, and this is a quote "What's a worse wrestling to music crossover? Macho Man's rap CD? WWE Originals or The Saints? Answer; the Saints, because at least the Macho Man and those on Originals are good at wrestling!” That is a direct quote. And yet I’m here sticking up for you and putting my ass on the line against Alix. But if you continue to pop off like that to me, you both can go back to Vegas and fend for yourselves. See if I care. TIFFANY Synth got much love for ya. Big thanks. (Tiffany shoves Logan aside and pats Holly on the back. HUGE MISTAKE. Tiffany arises Holly’s anger and in one liquid smooth motion she whips out a knife and presses it against his neck. Blood creeps out from a thin cut and spills onto the metal blade. Holly starts to huff as if she had just run a marathon. Her body shakes like she was the sole recipient of an earthquake.) HOLLY-WOOD BACK OFF! TIFFANY (sweating bullets, his eyes nervously dart around the room.) Woah. Easy. Easy. (Holly pulls the knife away from Synth’s neck. He breathes a sigh of relief, as she just stares at the floor. She continues to huff, with a vacant look on her face) HOLLY-WOOD Sorry. When people touch me...I get....I don’t know...I...I...can’t explain it. I don’t like it. LOGAN How are you going to wrestle a match? HOLLY-WOOD I’ll wear gloves. I don’t know. (Holly walks out of the room, rubbing her hands together as if the temperature dropped forty degrees.) (Back to the arena) Edited October 15, 2004 by Patty O'Green Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 15, 2004 The STEEL CAGE LOWERS from the rafters. Close-up of FOUR HANDCUFFS shackled to the cage walls. COACH Oh, baby! The Coach is lookin' forward to this one. COLE The tag titles are on the line! Those of you who saw Dirty Deeds know Hell's Hitmen were screwed out of the tag team titles -- as much as I am a GPX fan, the Hitmen were dominating them once again -- when the New New Midnight Express attacked them just as they were about to finish off the Global Party XChange, resulting in a DQ victory for Hell's Hitmen. OAOAST promoters were quick to sign a rematch between these two, this time inside a steel cage. The cage is capped by a roof, so nobody will be able to get inside. Imagine the possibilites. If one man gets cuffed early, it could be 2-on-1. There won't be a referee inside the ring, only outside to declare a winner. CABOOSE Not only did Hell's Hitmen win their match at Dirty Deeds, but that makes them 2-0 against against them. Hell's Hitmen have a big psychological advantage over GPX. Both times they've met Hell's Hitmen have dominated, as you said. BUFFER The following contest on HeldDown is the House of Pain match for the OAOAST tag team championship. To win, one team must shackle both of their opponents to the cage. At this time would you please welcome the guest commentators, followed to the ring by the Farmer of Champions, Jivin' J.R., they are the HI-YAH International tag team champions, Black T! COLE "Quiet," the theme song of Black T, is nearly drowned out by chants of "INFERNALES" -- Spanish for Inferno, and reference to Los Infernales, the team Black T will meet at World Without End, Halloween night. Look at the smug look on their faces. And look at J.R. Poor J.R. He thinks Dan & T-Bod are his friends, even though they constantly make fun of him, and couldn't care less about him. The price for recognition. CABOOSE J.R. has been making an ass out of himself for years now. At least he's turned it into a moneymaker. Black T approach SOFA CENTRAL~! and shake hands with Caboose only. They put on their headsets. T-BOD We like you. The other two guys suck. CABOOSE Yes! Tell me about it. BUFFER (CONT'D) Now, introducing the challengers, from the Depths of Hell, weighing a combine 787 pounds, Jingus & The Sadist, Hell's Hitmen! "Hit Me Verdi One More Time" hits and Hell's Hitmen are on their way to the ring. The sight of two huge men in straitjackets, one wearing a mask (Jingus), scare many of the children ringside. JINGUS & The Sadist grunt as they easily step over the top rope. The Hitmen gently stroke the cage walls, particularly The Sadist, who grinds his hands against the cage with a big grin. COLE How are you guys feeling as we near World Without End? DAN That's the stupidest question I've ever heard, Cole. COLE Then what are your thoughts about your match later tonight? T-BOD That's the second straight stupid question we've ever heard. In fact, don't ask anymore questions. Black T pull Michael Cole out of his seat and throw him to the floor. They tell Jivin' J.R. to take over. J.R. looks like he's having an orgasm putting the headset on. J.R. Hello again, everybody. I'm good ol' J.R., back where I belong in the broadcast booth, and welcome to HeldDown. We're gonna have a real slobberknocker coming up next -- the tag titles will be defended in a House of Pain cage match. He gets paid big money, but is rarely used, our esteem colleague Jesse "The Body" Ventura is standing by in the locker room area with the OAOAST tag team champions, the Global Party XChange. Jesse. The old school keeps-a comin' with the interview being conducted in front of blue lockers...with pay phone feet away! Scotty Static & Johnny "Jam" Jackson sit on a bench, rubbing their tag titles, looking upbeat and excited, as usual. VENTURA You're welcome J.R. I'm here with the "men" who'll momentarily defend the OAOAST tag team championship against Hell's Hitmen! I'm talkin' about the Global Party XChange. JOHNNY Jesse, Jesse, Jesse, Jesse! VENTURA That's my name. JOHNNY I know your name, dawg, but the XChange is feeling negative vibes from "The Body." VENTURA I'm pumped up about the House of Pain. SCOTTY You gotta excuse my main man, Johnny "Jam". You see, the GPX, along with P. Diddy, have been cross country gettin' the word out about the importance of voting. VENTURA You tryin' to influence the election? Who are you, Bruce Springsteen? SCOTTY No, just wantin' the youth to know how important it is to vote. VENTURA (scoffs) If the youth is anything like you guys, people will be wishing for George W. But enough of my political commentary. SCOTTY We loved your MSNBC show. Too bad it got canned like Freaks & Geeks. VENTURA Anyway, let's get to an issue that matters to us all -- the OAOAST tag team championship. Teams from all over the globe have been contacting the OAOAST in hopes of gettin' a title shot, but in about 45 seconds you'll be facing a team you have yet to beat, and a team you've wrestled poorly against, in Hell's Hitmen. JOHNNY Mr. V, Saturday night the GPX experienced something that changed our lives forever. VENTURA Forever, ever? SCOTTY The days of our life forever, ever, ever, ever. JOHNNY The GPX visited Dollywood. It's a beautiful Saturday afternoon, the sun is beaming like a ray of light, we're havin' a blast on all the rides, then that sunshine turned into darkness. I could no longer see the light. I got on my knees and looked up to the heavens... Dolly Parton's massive boobies blocked out the sun! We couldn't believe our eyes. There, right in front of us, is Dolly freakin' Parton! We talked to her for a while, but you know what the great part was? She let us touch her boobs! And we had a quasi-religious experience. As we placed our left hand on her bosom, we felt the power of Dollymania runnin' through our veins, man. As the power overcame us, we began trembling, dude, the power was so intense on the left side of our bodies I took my right hand out of my zipper and placed it on her other boob to ease the force, bro. I looked into her eyes and told her we'd be facing Hell's Hitmen on HeldDown~! and in her sweet Southern accent she said, "Do you want to go all the way?" Yes, we wanna go all the way! Then she told us we must go out there and no matter what forces of nature we'd come across to always remember the power of Dollymania & all the investors of the Party XChange will overcome all, man. And GPX will do just that. So whatcha gonna do, Hell's Hitmen, when Dollymania & the power of the Party XChange investors runs wild on you? Whatcha gonna do? Jesse just stares at Johnny as he showcases an array of poses. VENTURA He ain't no bodybuilder, I tell you that. You better go take your vitamins, say your prayers and enject some antibioticsteriods. JIM CORNETTE appears in the background, getting on the pay phone. All 3 men stare at Cornette until he realizes he's being watched. CORNETTE What, you haven't seen a man make a phone call before? GPX ignore Cornette's comments. SCOTTY What J. "Jam" Jackson was sayin', we know the critics write about we can't the Hitmen, they dominate us, yada, yada, yada, but what nobody talks about is how we keep fightin' to our last breath. At LTP: TAO we bleed buckets as the Hitmen took it took us. They be big, they be bad, but we never quit. In the background, Jim Cornette hangs up the phone and walks towards Jesse & GPX shaking his head. CORNETTE I'm sorry, I just couldn't help but overhear that nonsense spewing out of your mouths. And it isn't your bad breath. Scotty & Johnny stand up. CORNETTE (CONT'D) It's fitting that GPX & Hell's Hitmen are facing each other in Philadelphia, since they're both garbage. But let's talk about a team people actually give a damn about-- the New New Midnight Express. Maybe you've heard about the challenge the Midnights issued to you guys? You know, the challenge you haven't responded to yet. Seeing that we're all here, why don't you let me know your answer, say, oh, I don't know...right now! I know you're ducking the New New Midnight Express, even though we saved your titles at Dirty Deeds, but a simple yes or no is all I ask. JOHNNY We ain't duckin' no one, bro. The Global Party XChange has been, well, global, dude. We've defended our belts in the United States, Canada, the United Kingdom, Japan, Tokyo, and we set to kick some tail and take names against the biggest and baddest dudes in the OAOAST, Hell's Hitmen. So recoginze, beeyotch! CORNETTE I'd like to recall you to your mother's womb, you uneducated "beeyotch". But don't worry kid, I'll take it easy on ya since your partner's from Atlanta. I'm not surprised neither one of you acknowledge the fact the New New Midnight Express saved your cute litte butts at Dirty Deeds. Or did that just happened to slip your coked out mind? JOHNNY Look Pillsbury Doughboy, nobody saved us, a-right? We already gots to worry about the Hitmen, and you ain't Milton Bradley or a Parker Brother, so we don't have time to play games. CORNETTE Oh, you can't handle the truth? Look... JOHNNY We's-a lookin'. And all we see is an asshole. Want a banana? SCOTTY Zing~! Minus 1 for hitting below the waist. JOHNNY He ain't got nothin' below. SCOTTY Zing~! Minus another point. CORNETTE Boy, you guys are so witty you ought be on MadTV. Yes or no. Which is it? SCOTTY You want an answer? In a world full of posers, phonies, and pure wannabees, there finally emerges a group which has come to set the record straight. so, all you suckers better recognize, ya heard can you say uhhh na na na na... The music cues up, meaning the interview is about to wrap up. GPX become more and more agressive towards Cornette, who takes a few steps back. CORNETTE (Gulp) Now that I think about, if you need another week or two, please, be my guest. I'm in no hurry, but they might be. THE NEW NEW MIDNIGHT EXPRESS ATTACK GPX with BASEBALL BATS! The Global Party XChange are thrown against the lockers, then have the locker doors slamed across their heads. "Narcissistic" Ned shoves Scotty inside the locker and slams the door. Jim Cornette hands Blanchard a combination LOCK. They locked Scotty Static inside the locker! CABOOSE It's like 12th grade all over again for Scotty. "Sarcastic" Simon Singleton bashes Johnny over the skull with the tag title, then holds him up as "Narcissistic" Ned pummels him with body shots. Ned gets in a karate stance then superkicks J.J. in the midsection, doubling him over, allowing Simon to set him up for a piledriver. But not just any piledriver. No, no. But a SPIKE PILEDRIVER THRU THE BENCH~! J.R. As God is my witness, he's broken in half! Ooh, the colors. Ned throws a piece of the shattered bench on Johnny, then joins his partner and Jim Cornette in exiting the locker room area. As we cut back to the ring, Hell's Hitmen aren't sure what to do as "Make Her Say" by O-Town continues blaring in the arena. Jivin' J.R. is mesmerize by the flickering strobe lights. It's almost like he's remembering the first time he saw Danny Hodge wrestle and is in awe -- of the lights. T-BOD The Jivester is a V.S.P. COACH A what? DAN Very Special Person. He lives in his own special world -- Jivelivia. COACH Jivelivia? DAN Absolutely. Population: All the hosses in the world. That's where Nathan Jones lives now. J.R. I tell ya, "King," that Nathan Jones is a real hoss. A real hoss, I say. T-BOD Come down, J.R. Jerry isn't here. You're on HeldDown, remember? J.R. HeldDown, HeldDown, HeldDown! We're as live as live can be. DAN You must excuse Mr. Jive, he had too much sugar in his cereal this morning. J.R. I was developing diabetes! Diabetes! Diabetes! COACH Good you for, J.R. Good for you. J.R. Right on, my brother! What the hell-- THE MUSES -- that's right, THE MUSES -- enter the cage. And they're getting their asses kicked by Hell's Hitmen. The Hitmen dominating The Muses with vicious power moves. TORTURE RACK BACKBREAKER on Logan Mann. Jingus with the CLAW SLAM on Tiffany Tutu, Ruru, whatever, he has a girl's man. James E. Cornette is waddling to the ring, his New New Midnight Express right behind him. The Midnights are armed with BASEBALL BATS. Referee Scott Armstrong tries to prevent Cornette from opening the cage door, but Cornette blasts him with the TENNIS RACKET. Now the Midnights are in the ring, and they're beating Hell's Hitmen like a government mule with those baseball bats. The Muses join the action, helping the NNMX beat up the Hitmen. DOUBLE DDT! The Muses with the double DDT. Why Muses why? CABOOSE A little rebellion from the Muses. J.R. The Midnights whip The Sadist to the ropes. FLAPJACK. And I want a pancake. Simon climbs to the top while the Muses help Ned lift Sadist up for the SLINGSHOT SUPLEX. Wham, bam, thank you Miss Piggy for last night! "Narcissistic" Ned has Sadist set for the Vegomatic, that leaning bearhug maneuver, Cornette places the ball bat across Sadist's throat. "Sarcastic" Simon off the top... THE VEGOMATIC~! "Sarcastic" Simon Singleton came off the top with his patented flying legdrop, made famous by "Beautiful" Bobby Eaton. The crowd ERUPTS. J.R. STONE COLD! STONE COLD! STONE COLD! I mean, GPX! GPX! GPX! The Global Party XChange charge the ring carrying 2x4s. The Muses greet GPX outside the cage, and for their trouble they get whacked across the midsection with the 2x4. Now it the Midnights turn to meet and greet GPX as they enter the cage, but they share the same fate as the Muses, getting hammered with the 2x4s. Johnny with the BEAT DROP on "Narcissistic" Ned. GPX throw Simon into the cage wall, leaving them all alone with Jim Cornette. James E. cowers in the corner, no place to go. WHAM! To the delight of the crowd, Scotty pops Cornette in the face with a big right hand. J.J. drops to one knee, placing his 2x4 on it. Scotty ATOMIC DROPS Cornette on the 2x4. Bug-eyed, Cornette falls facefirst to the canvas, holding what's left of his groin. GPX & Hell's Hitmen get face-to-face. My God, look at the size difference. Scotty & Johnny look like Oompa Loompas. They have more guts than brains. Black T have both, folks. They're exchanging blows. And I'm talking about punches, not Tommy Rich types of blows either. Both members of GPX duck clothesline, bounce off the ropes and connect with SPIN-WHEEL KICKS. The Hitmen are knocked off their feet! Scotty heads to the top, while Johnny runs across the ring. STATIC SHOCK~! Johnny with a SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT. They simultaneously excuted high-risk maneuvers on the fallen Hitmen. T-BOD We gotta get in on this. DAN Excuse us, gentlemen. J.R. Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye! Black T, along with Jivin' J.R., drop their headsets and head to the ring. GPX await Black T near the cage door, daring them to come inside. But LOS INFERNALES catch Black T climbing up the ring steps. The two teams that'll meet Halloween night at World Without End brawl around ringside before taking it into the crowd. Jivin' J.R. slips on the floor after a fan threw a beer at him. CABOOSE It's like OAOAST Towers two years ago. Except these guys aren't in suits. The action becomes hot and heavy inside the ring. The NNMX clotheslined GPX with the baseball bats they (NNMX) brought to the ring, then handcuff GPX to the cage. Simon & Ned pound their fists into the foreheads of Scotty Static & Johnny "Jam" Jackson, drawing blood from both men. Jim Cornette rams the handle of the tennis racket into Scotty's throat. The Midnights tee off on GPX, repeatedly swinging the bats across their midsections. Cornette asks Simon & Ned if he can get another shot at GPX. They agree. Cornette proceeds to bash the living daylights out of Scotty & Johnny's skull with that loaded racket. Jim Cornette shares a manly hug with "Sarcastic" Simon. "Narcissistic" Ned, feeling left out on the love, joins the duo in a real man's man embrace. As Corny, Simon & Ned continue to share the love Hell's Hitmen hit the DOUBLE COCONUT -- or in this case, triple coconut. Corny & the Midnights flop to various parts of the ring. The Hitmen's hands are so big, they were able to smash all 3 men's heads together. JINGUS & The Sadist MILITARY PRESS "Narcissistic" Ned against the ROOF OF THE CAGE, then slam him to the mat. The Hitmen have Singleton set for VIYA CON DIOS (Go with God powerbomb/clothesline combo). The Sadist's is so tall, he has to duck down to avoid hitting his head on the cage's roof, but connects with a perfect flying clothesline, as JINGUS finishes the powerbomb on Simon. JINGUS calls for the GANSO BOMBS. Sadist works over Ned in the corner while JINGUS places Simon's head between his legs. At the left hand corner of the screen, Jim Cornette can be seen POURING something on a TOWEL. Cornette wraps the towel over JINGUS' face. The big man swings wildly but Cornette has the towel firmly planted over JINGUS' face. Singleton chop blocks the Devilman, dropping him to one knee. The Sadist comes over to help his partner, but Simon & Ned tackle him to the mat. CABOOSE Smoky mountain lives! That's ETHER! COACH Who's Ester? CABOOSE Ether, you idiot. That stuffs knocks you out. COACH But I thought only women can get knocked up. CABOOSE It's puts you to sleep, dumbass. JINGUS is out cold. The NNMX hold Sadist down, allowing James E. to place that towel over his face. The Sadist squirms around before passing out. Jim Cornette pulls out a roll of DUCT TAPE. The NNMX place Sadist's arms behind his back and begin wrapping the tape around his upper body. They're TAPING up the Sadist's STRAITJACKET. The same straitjackets he, along with JINGUS, have been wearing ever since the NNMX attacked them months ago. Speaking of JINGUS, they're not done with JINGUS. Cornette places his tennis racket in the center of the ring -- SPIKE PILEDRIVER ON THE RACKET. Followed by the ROCKET LAUNCHER. "Sarcastic" Simon & "Narcissistic" Ned HANDCUFF JINGUS to the CAGE, then REMOVE JINGUS' MASK! The Devilman keeps his head lowered, so we can't get a good shot of his face, although he appears to be severely scared. Jim Cornette places a HOOD over JINGUS' head. "Narcissistic" Ned has the RACKET, "Sarcastic" Simon the BAT, and they absolutely CLOBBER JINGUS. CABOOSE This...This is amazing. There's been a lot of talk over the domination Hell's Hitmen have over GPX, but tonight they're the ones being dominated. Never have I, or anybody I know, seen the type of brutality exhibited by the New New Midnight Express. And they're still not done. FLYING LEGDROP on The Sadist courtesy of "Sarcastic" Simon. Jim Cornette has something in his hand...A TINY PIECE OF RAZOR BLADE! COACH No way. Don't tell me he's... CABOOSE Holy sh-- I think he is. Cornette DIGS THE BLADE DEEP INTO THE SADIST'S FOREHEAD! Luckily for The Sadist's, he can't feel a thing. The NNMX watch with sinister smiles on their faces. OAOAST cameras are finally able to capture a shot of what Jim Cornette carved into the forehead of The Sadist -- "MX". COACH They carved "MX" into his forehead! Damn, that's pretty extreme whichever way you cut it -- no pun intended. CABOOSE It's fitting that all this occured in Philly. Chants of "ECW" irk Jim Cornette, but not enough to keep him from joining the NNMX in spit on Hell's Hitmen & the Global Party XChange, as they raise their arms in victory, holding up JINGUS' mask. The blood is oozing out of The Sadist's forehead like a waterfall. COACH I cannot believe the New New Midnight Express have destroyed Hell's Hitmen once again. I'd hate to be the guy who's in the ring when they uncuff JINGUS. We gotta go to break. Stay with us. Damn! OAOAST WORLD WITHOUT END OCOTBER 31st COLE Fans, Michael Cole back with you, and what a chaotic mess we witnessed. If you just joined us... CABOOSE You're goddamn stupid for missing all this crazy sh-- COLE (CONT'D) We were scheduled to have a tag title match between GPX & Hell's Hitmen inside the House of Pain cage, but before the match could even take place the New New Midnight Express jumped GPX as they were giving an interview to Jesse "The Body" Ventura, then the Muses hit the ring and were easily manhandled by Hell's Hitmen. The NNMX came out and really took it to the monsters from the Depths of Hell, only to have GPX rush out from the back and retaliate for the ambush they received at the hands of the NNMX. Then all hell broke lose. Black T, who were here as guest commentators, even though they hardly said anything, attemped to get involved, bringing out their opponents for World Without End, Los Infernales. They brawled all over the place, while the Midnights renewed their assault on GPX & Hell's Hitmen. Jim Cornette used ether to knock out Hell's Hitmen, leading to him carve "MX" on the Sadist's forehead. But that's not all, folks. During the break our cameras filmed this. Take a look at it. DURING!BREAK OAOAST officials uncuff JINGUS from the cage -- GPX were already uncuffed and are being attended to by EMTs in the ring. JINGUS goes nuts. Throwing officials into the cage, CLAW SLAMMING a female EMT, and GANSO BOMBING another. If that wasn't enough, The Sadist sits up and starts kicking some ass of his own. TRIPLE POWERBOMBING agent Terry Funk. GPX try to calm the situation but The Sadist delivers a BIG BOOT to the jaw of Scotty Static, while JINGUS CLAM SLAMS Johnny "Jam." Hell's Hitmen exit the cage to a thunderous ovation. (Go backstage) The scene opens on a shot of the Thrillogy locker room. Zack and Candie are sitting on a loveseat, curled up together, while Calvin is sitting on a folding chair, talking on his cell phone. The #1 contender, Hoff, is again pacing the floor. CALVIN ...That's right, Jimmy, five on the Patriots. *pause* What, are you kidding me? THAT'S the spread? Sh*t, throw down a thousand, I got cash to burn. Calvin salivates over his wagering. Suddenly, Hoff stops pacing abruptly and turns to the group. HOFF Guys, I need you to stay away from Crystal for awhile. Zack raises his eyebrows, his mouth opening slightly in shock. Calvin's jaw drops before he hastily ends his call. CALVIN Hoff, NO! ZACK Hoff... CALVIN Come on! We can take her out! Play her punk card! Hit her with a chair... Hoff shakes his head as Calvin pantomimes swinging a chair. Zack looks on with a less-than-pleased expression. HOFF Listen. I know that you'd both like nothing better than to pop her in the kneecaps, and frankly, I would too. But this is something I have to do. This is...I mean, I have to prove that I'm not a fluke! ZACK Hoff... CALVIN H, big man, listen to yourself! You're the Emperor of Death, you're the baddest man out there, you're-- HOFF I'm not playing, Cal! Calvin holds his tounge as Hoff continues. HOFF Listen. Cal, you said it yourself last week. You've been here before. You know how good you are. I don't. I may have won last week, but Crystal was right...I got lucky. I don't know how good I am, or how good I can be, and I'm not gonna know unless I test myself! So I want to go in to World Without End against a fresh World Champion. Not for her sake...for mine. Zack glowers, but Calvin nods. HOFF This is something I have to do. The Thrillogy has been the greatest thing to ever happen to my career, but...I gotta do this alone. I have to know. I HAVE to. Hoff lowrs his head, looking almost spent. Zack keeps his gaze dark...but Calvin pats the big man on the shoulder. CALVIN All right, buddy. If it means that much to you. I won't lay a hand on her, and I know Zack is with you too. And...if it makes you feel any better, I do understand. A lot of people said I'd never be the World Champion. Calvin smiles, sympathetically, as Hoff nods. Calvin gives Hoff another reassuring pat, before heading out the door, flipping his cell phone open. CALVIN Jimmy? Yeah, sorry about that. Something came up... Calvin exits, the door swinging closed behind him. Hoff keeps his head down, and doesn't even notice Zack getting up and walking over to where he's standing. ZACK So. You want to do this on your own. Hoff looks up, solemnly nodding his head. Zack turns away, blinking, before looking back. ZACK After all that we've done for you. HOFF Zack, I-- ZACK Look, Hoff. I took you into this group, under my wing, because I saw something special in you. I think that you could be a great champion, one day. Hoff looks taken aback by Zack's words. ZACK But what you have to understand, is that we have to look out for each other, and what's in the best interest of the group, you understand? Hoff looks at the floor, mulling over his words, then looks back at Malibu. HOFF ...yeah. I understand. But do you? This is something I have to do. For me. Zack sets his jaw and looks Hoff in the eye. ZACK So that's how it's gonna be. Well, fine. You do what you have to do. But I'll tell you this much: Crystal was right. You better damn sure wrestle better than you did last week, or you're going to make not just yourself look bad, but us. Zack motions to Candie, and takes the bombshell's hand, brushing past Hoff and heading out the door. Hoff looks over his shoulder as they leave, then turns his head back, looking down at the floor. *cut to Sofa Central* COACH Whoa! COLE Definitely a little friction in the Thrillogy locker room! CABOOSE Well hey, Zack's got a lot on his mind, so does Hoff, there's bound to be some tension! COACH I dunno, I think it goes deeper than that. CABOOSE You can barely think as it is, creamsicle. COACH Ooh! I wish I HAD a creamsicle! Yum! CABOOSE ...argh. I'm flabbergasted. COACH Hi, Flabbergasted, I'm the Coach, pleased to meetcha! CABOOSE GAH!! Just leave me alone! Caboose smacks Coach in the face, and the two engage in a slapfight as Cole turns away slowly. COLE Right...in any event, we've still got more action ahead! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 15, 2004 BUFFER The Road to the Elimination Chamber continues with this matchup, which is scheduled for ONE FALL! *DING! DING! DING!* BUFFER Coming down to the ring first, being accompanied by Leah Blackstone - hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at 210 pounds - he is the current OAOAST X-Division champion! Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome THE BLLLUUUURRRRRRRICAAAANNNNE! “Higher Ground” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers starts to blast over the loudspeakers as the Blurricane flies out from the stage amdist a huge display of fireworks and pyro sparks. With the X-Title strapped around his waist and a black cape blowing behind him, the Blurricane poses for the crowd at the top of the ramp. Once he walks down to ringside, he climbs up the ring stairs and slings himself over the top rope and into the ring. He slowly unstraps his title belt from around his waist and hands it over to the referee. He gives the crowd a corny Thumbs-Up, before his entrance music is interrupted by the loud sounds of A3. Woke Up This Morning Got Yourself A Gun Mama Always Said You’d Be The Chosen One BUFFER And his opponent - hailing from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at 225 pounds - he is the self-proclaimed “World’s Greatest Athlete!” Folks, please welcome the former OAOAST Italian Champion…….DRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEK STOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNE!!! Drek Stone slowly walks out to the top of the ramp, receiving a massive amount of boos in return. With determination in his eyes, he slowly makes his walk down to ringside, not wanting to take his look away from The Blurricane. After walking into the ring, he breaks his glance for a moment to arrogantly pose for a crowd that just isn’t willing to show him any love. He walks to the center of the ring and calmly pounds his chest, sending off pyro blasts from the four corners of the ring. He then turns his attention back to the Blurricane. COLE Folks, I can not stress enough just how important this match is! Look at the stakes here. If Drek Stone does not get a pin or a submission victory here, he is officially out of the tournament. If the Blurricane doesn’t get any win whatsoever, he’s as good as dead in the Round Robin tournament as well. Both these men will want to win this match desperately. CABOOSE Can you imagine a Pay-Per-View highlighted by the Blurricane in the Main Event? I don’t even know if I’d wish that torture on Coach. COLE Well, we can be very close to seeing that. This match could decide so much in this tournament. Drek Stone looks at the Blurricane with an unwavering look of intensity, which he shoots right back. Blurricane then extends his arm out for a handshake, which surprises a fair number of fans in the crowd. Drek gives him a confused glance for a moment, but then hesitantly outstretches his hand. The two men shake for a moment - until Drek suddenly pulls him forward for a clothesline. The Blurricane ducks it, but wraps Drek up in a rollup. ONE! Kickout, and both men pop up. COACH Look at Drek Stone. He can’t even shake hands with someone without trying to cheat first. Drek immediately runs forward at the Blurricane, but is quickly brought down to the mat with a hiptoss. Drek gets back up and runs at him once again, but is brought down with another hiptoss. Once he stands back up, Blurricane extends his arm again for a handshake, almost mocking Stone. Drek, continuing to get angrier at the beginning moments of this matchup, runs at the Blurricane again but, like before, the attack is ducked. Drek stops short of hitting the corner, but turns around and rapidly gets dropkicked into the turnbuckle! The Blurricane immediately moves up and traps Drek in the corner by planting his feet near the middle turnbuckle. He then starts to punch Drek in the forehead triumphantly, letting the crowd chant along. One! Two! Three! Four! Five! CABOOSE So Philly fans CAN count to five. You learn new things everyday. Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! At nine, Drek suddenly traps Rick in a power bomb position and begins running out of the corner. Blurricane slides forward, over Drek’s shoulder, and brings him down into a sunset flip on the way down. ONE! TWO! THR- NO! Drek forces his way out of the move! He then rolls to the outside of the ring, clearly frustrated over how this match is going. He spots Leah Blackstone cheering for her man in the ring, and angrily stomps over to her to end her shrill cheering. COLE Come on! There’s no reason to bother her! She’s not the one wrestling Drek! But the Blurricane, seeing what Drek is about to do, bounces off the ropes…..AND JUMPS OVER THE TOP WITH A SOMERSAULT PLANCHA ONTO DREK STONE! “Blurricane! Blurricane!” The fans respond with a loud chorus of cheers as the Blurricane picks Drek up and rolls him into the ring. Drek immediately tries using the ropes to pull himself back up, but Blurricane is waiting with a stinging chop! “WOOOOOOOO!” He steps back up and sends another chop! “WOOOOOOOO!” COACH There’s no way the Blurricane wants to walk out of here without a win! He just seems to be all over Drek Stone tonight! The Blurricane then grabs Drek by his arm and irish whips him into the corner. Drek hits the turnbuckle chest-first and staggers back as a result. Blurricane runs forward for a followup move, but Drek suddenly turns around and brings him down with a VICIOUS clothesline! CABOOSE I’m shocked. Once again, you manage to put your foot in your mouth. Following the move, Drek knowingly smiles at the fans who boo him in return. He gets up and begins laying in nasty stomps to the head and shoulders of the Blurricane. Out of the corner of his eye, Drek spots Leah Blackstone loudly screaming for the Blurricane yet again. Once again, Drek chooses to slide out of the ring and confront her. She starts moving away from him nervously, but Drek continues to stalk her around the ring. Blurricane, noticing what’s going on, moves over to the ropes near Drek Stone. He then jumps over the top rope with a cross body plancha - but Drek steps out of the way! Blurricane lands face-first onto the arena floor! CABOOSE Like Drek Stone would be dumb enough to fall for that all over again. These guys just can’t seem to realize just how much smarter Drek is than they are. COACH Smarter?! CABOOSE Sure, by definition. Don’t you know the guy’s an Italian? With a scowl, Drek yanks Blurricane off the floor by his hair. He grabs his arm and gives the Blurricane a nasty irish-whip into the ring barricade. Blurricane screams upon impact, which sounds like music to Drek’s ears. He moves Blurricane away from the barrier, then quickly stands behind him. He yanks his head back and sets him up in a reverse DDT position. But Drek then lifts the Blurricane up over his head….and DROPS HIM WITH A REVERSE SUPLEX, SENDING HIM CHEST-FIRST INTO THE RINGSIDE BARRICADE! Blurricane remains in this position, gasping for air, as a “Drek Stone Sucks!” chat starts to break out among the capacity crowd. COLE He had to have broken a rib there, if not something else! What a nasty fall! Drek then steps back and gives a hard kick to the Blurricane’s jaw, sending him off the barricade and onto the floor near the crowd. Leah comes over and begins screaming in Drek’s ear, but he stops that by giving her a hard shove down to the floor. “BOOOOOOOOOOO!“ Leah, with a look of disgust on her face, backs away from Drek as he shoots her a cold glance. COLE Oh, that is just disgusting! CABOOSE She shouldn’t even be near the ring! Don’t blame him! Let her go in the back and do the Blurricane’s laundry or something, but get her the hell out of here. COACH Boose, I can see just why you’re so popular with the ladies. Hearing the referee’s threats for a double countout, Drek rolls into the ring and stands up proudly, receiving a loud negative reaction in return. Meanwhile, after feeling the effects of the suplex for a few moments, the Blurricane finally manages to summon the energy to make his way back up and roll over the barricade, falling back near ringside. Drek, seeing this, steps out onto the ring apron to capitalize. He takes a moment to arrogantly pound his chest for the crowd, then jumps off the apron with a leg drop across the Blurricane’s throat! He flashes a smug smile to the audience as the Blurricane rolls around the floor, wildly clutching at his neck. Drek then picks up the noticeably wounded Blurricane and throws him into the ring. CABOOSE Now this is what you call a massacre. I haven’t seen a beating this bad since Kerry whipped Bush in their first debate. COACH Oh, a heated political reference. Just watch the Conservative Brigade reaction at TSM now! CABOOSE What the hell is TSM? Drek slowly steps in after him, and watches as the Blurricane moves onto his hands and knees to try to rise up. Drek quickly dashes foreard, jumps up, and drives both knees across the spine of the Blurricane! Keeping his knees on the Blurricane’s back, Drek pulls back both his head and his feet and falls backward, locking the Blurricane into a bow-and-arrow submission! The Blurricane screams in pain and tries to twitch out of the move, but Drek locks it in even tighter! The building slowly begins to boom with a chant of “Blurricane! Blurricane!” as Leah urges the fans to stand up and applaud. Looking for any advantage, the Blurricane moves his hand near Drek’s mouth, but Drek snaps his teeth forward, almost biting the Blurricane’s fingers off! COLE The human body should NOT be bending at that angle! How much more can the Blurricane take?! CABOOSE It doesn’t matter. This thing is just seconds from being over. The Blurricane lets out another pained yell, but he just refuses to give up. The move remains locked on for nearly a minute, but Blurricane will absolutely not tap out. Finally, Drek releases the hold with rage in his eyes, furious that the Blurricane would not submit. He quickly pulls the Blurricane back up by the back of his head and hits him with a European Uppercut across the jaw. Blurricane staggers back, but is met with yet another HARD European Uppercut on the chin. This second uppercut sends him back into the corner. Drek, looking ready to finish this off, charges at a prone Blurricane….and gets a surprise kick to the face in return! COACH Don’t count the Blurricane out! He is STILL in this match! Drek staggers back for a moment, but then charges forward at the Blurricane once again. This time, the Blurricane jumps up and catches Drek’s head between his legs in a headscissors position. Blurricane then rotates out of the corner and brings Drek to the mat with a spinning huricarana! COLE As technically proficient as Drek Stone may be, the Blurricane is just that much better when it comes to speedy aerial attacks. That could make the difference in this matchup! The fans loudly cheer as both men hit the mat. After a few minutes of recuperating, both men slowly start to rise. The Blurricane is slowly massaging his neck, trying to get some feeling back, while Drek is doing his best to shake the cobwebs out of his head. Finally, once they’re both up, Drek charges at the Blurricane first. Spotting Drek coming right at him, the Blurricane surprises him by bringing him down with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Drek clutches at his spine after the move, so he can’t stop the Blurricane from shooting himself off the ropes and jumping onto Drek’s body with a senton splash! He stays on for the cover! ONE… TWO…. Kickout! Drek tries making it back to his feet quickly, but only manages to get to his knees before the Blurricane traps him from behind in a waistlock. He then forces Drek to stand, but suddenly brings him back with a bridging German Suplex! The referee drops for the count. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Drek uses the strengthin his legs to power out of the move. CABOOSE Drek, you CANNOT let the Blurricane win this thing! If you want that title match, you NEED to win here! Get back into this thing! The Blurricane pops back up to his feet, ready for another attack, but he sees Drek still sitting there on his hands and knees, trying to calm himself. Blurricane then quickly puts both his hands underneath Drek’s jaw and pulls him up. He rapidly jumps up and brings Drek down with another huricarana! This time, Blurricane attempts to roll up his legs for a pinfall…..but Drek reverses the momentum and PINS THE BLURRICANE’S SHOULDERS DOWN! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! NO!! KICKOUT!! COLE Drek Stone was ONE second away!! CABOOSE So close. So close! The Blurricane just managed to get out of that pinning predicament at the last moment. Both men are relatively quick at making it back to their feet. Blurricane tries to take Drek off his feet with a spinning heel kick, but Drek ducks the foot. He then kicks the Blurricane in the stomach and sets him up for the Stonecutter!! HE JUMPS UP….. BUT BLURRICANE PLANTS HIS FEET BACK ON THE GROUND! He gives Drek his own kick to the midsection, then plants a hand around his throat! Blurricane lifts him up - AND DROPS HIM WITH A CHOKESLAM! COACH CHOKESLAM!! CHOKESLAM!! The crowd lets out a loud roar as the Blurricane drops down for the cover! ONE!! TWO!! KICKOUT!! Drek Stone JUST kicked out of that pin! The audience lets out a loud, audible groan as the Blurricane rolls off Drek with a tired look on his face. CABOOSE Yes! Yes! I don’t understand this! What the hell could these fans be booing about?! I mean, we might actually have the opportunity to see Hoff and Drek Stone wrestle in November! You CAN’T get much better than that! You can’t! COACH I get the sinking feeling we’re getting closer to an orgasm at every passing minute. The Blurricane moves over to a nearby corner and waits for Drek to sit up, looking ready to finally hit him with the Shining Wizard! After a few moments of struggling, Drek finally manages to get to his knees. The Blurricane runs forward……JUMPS UP FOR A SHINING WIZARD…….BUT DREK DUCKS OUT OF THE WAY! The Blurricane goes sailing over his head and to the mat, clearly surprised at Drek’s reversal. Meanwhile, Drek gets up woozily, trying to take advantage of this chance. The referee goes over to check on the Blurricane, so he doesn’t see Leah Blackstone inching her way up the apron. Curling her fist into a ball, she shoots her arm up AND GIVES DREK STONE A HARD UPPERCUT TO THE TESTICLES! COLE Leah Blackstone GETTING HER REVENGE FOR THAT SHOVE EARLIER!! CABOOSE OH NO!!! NO!!!! Drek staggers forward in absolute pain, letting the Blurricane wrap him up in a tight small package!! ONE!!! TWO!! THREE!!! NO!! KICKOUT!! KICKOUT!! Drek Stone kicked out right at the last moment! COACH What a close near fall! The fans let out a LOUD groan as both Leah and the Blurricane are in complete shock over that countout. The Blurricane moves over to the opposite corner again, awaiting Drek Stone to stand up. After a few moments, Drek does finally get to his feet near a corner post. The Blurricane runs at him with an avalanche splash - but Drek Stone moves! The Blurricane goes sailing right into the turnbuckles, with the momentum of the missed move sending him backwards. Drek quickly locks his arms behind him in a full-nelson position - AND BRINGS HIM DOWN WITH A DRAGON SUPLEX!! COLE THE RECKER! CABOOSE IT’S OVER!! IT HAS TO BE!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!!! *DING! DING! DING!* The fans let out a loud series of jeers as the referee raises Drek Stone’s hand, much to the anger of these Philly fans. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner…..DRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEK STOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNE!!! Once again, the fans continue to boo as Drek Stone rolls out of the ring and starts walking back up the ramp with a calm grin across his face. COLE Well, with that win, it’s now official. The Blurricane is officially eliminated from winning this tournament - but Drek Stone still has a chance. COACH That’s right. The winner of this Round Robin now hinges on the Panther/Mad Cappa matchup. If The Mad Cappa manages to win that matchup, he officially wins the tournament. Panther will need a submission win to at least remain in this tournament. CABOOSE This is way too much stress. I can’t believe how close we are to seeing Drek Stone officially get what he deserves - a Pay-Per-View title shot in November! COLE Well, just as a reminder, let’s look at the current point-tally. POINTS: Drek Stone: 7 The Mad Cappa: 6 The Blurricane: 6 Gunner Sharps: 5 Panther: 4 Leon Rodez: 4 COACH Drek Stone is currently in first place! But it might not be for long! We’ll see later tonight with Panther taking on The Mad Cappa. (Go to break) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 15, 2004 (Return from break) COLE Well, that last segment was stupid. CABOOSE You don't even remember what it was, do you? COLE My short term memory is comprimised by my addiction to eating flavoured condoms. COACH Match time! BUFFER The following contests is set for one fall and is for the HI-YAH Tag Team Championship. Cue: "Frankenstein" BUFFER Introducing first the challengers, from Oklahoma, at a total combined weight of 510lbs, Frank and Frankie - the FRRRRRRRRRRRRRANKENSTEINERS! The Frankensteiners get a good reception from the crowd, remembering their tough, hard hitting style from recent matches. The brothers walk confidently to the ring for the biggest match of their OAOAST careers to date. Suddenly, two men run out behind the Frankensteiners. They're wearing long white coats and medical masks that obscure there faces. The two intruders pull out NEEDLES, and inject something into the arms of Frank and Frankie! The brothers look at each other in confusion, before fading out into unconsciousness. Their assailants hi-five and remove their masks. COLE Ohmygod! The Love Doctors! Cue: "Calling Dr Love" The Docs strip off their coats, dancing and posing around the fallen Frankensteiners. Eventually, Dr. Max Anderson gets himself a microphone. DR.MAX Oh yeah, baby! Are you all ready for you dose of LUUUUUUURVE! The female portion of the crowd seems to be. The male is less sure, not appreciating the attack on the Frankensteiners. DR.MAX Ah, don't worry about those boys! Just a little dose of something so that WE can take part in a match like we deserve. We took GPX to the limit a few weeks ago, and since then, what matches have come our way? Tell them, Dr. Steve! DR. STEVE None. DR. MAX That's right! So we're taking this shot at the HI-YAH titles, and there's nothing anyone can do about it! COLE You know, they're right. CABOOSE What?! They just assaulted two men! They should be arrested! COACH But they said they were taking the shot. That makes it all ok. Don't you know anything about pro-wrestling? Referee Charles Robinson shrugs as the Docs enter the ring. He gets paid whatever. OAOAST roadies appear to drag the Frankensteiners away. Poor guys. Cue: "Quiet" BUFFER And introducing their opponents, first from London England, at 240lbs, the IceHeart, Dan BLLLLLACK! From Hollywood California, at 302lbs, THIS-IS- T.BOD! Being accompanied to the ring by the Farmer of Champions, Jivin' JR, they are the HI-YAH Tag Team Champions- BLLLLLLLLLLLLACK TEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! COLE Well, we were joined by Black T on commentary a little earlier, although not for long, as their attempts to get involved in the melee of the tag title match were thwarted by Los Infernales. CABOOSE Thank goodness we have this match so all the fans can get their regular fix of Black T. Dan and T.Bod, with JR bouding around their legs like a hyperactive puppy, walk down to the ring, HI-YAH straps firmly around their waists. They enter the ring calmly, looking curiously at the Docs. Dan grabs a mic. BLACK Ah...Frank? Frankie? Frankella? Francesca? DR.MAX We're not the Frankensteiners, you b*stard! We're the Love Doctors, and it's time you contracted our fever! BLACK What? Who-why-eh? T.BOD I think my colleague is trying to ask "Who the blo*dy hell are you?" DR.MAX Who are we? Who are we? Tell them, Dr.Steve! DR. STEVE The Love Doctors. Max looks at Steve with a look of "Is that the best you could come up with?". Max recovers and turns back to Black T. Max gets right in Dan's face with the mic, and then just NAILS him with it! Black goes down, and he's busted open! COACH Oh boy! A new badass attitude from the Love Docs here tonight! Charles Robinson holds T.Bod and JR back as the Docs dance around. Any hostility from the crowd has vanished the instant Max clocked Dan with the mic. JR takes Dan out of the ring, and for the moment at least it's going to be a handicap match, as T.Bod looks to start against Dr. Steve. *DING DING DING* COLE Here we go, and Black T have to be in danger of losing their titles here. Not only have the Docs been improving massively of late, but Dan Black may have just suffered a severe concussion. Who knows if he'll be able to go in this match? CABOOSE It doesn't really matter. T.Bod can take out these punks singlehandedly. JR probably could too. T.Bod and Steve lock up, with T.Bod immediately overpowering his medical opponent and shoving him down onto his behind. T.Bod flexes his massive biceps and grins. COACH There's no point the Docs trying to match power with T.Bod. They need to make the most of the situation- strike quick, and make lots of tags. Steve gets to his feet as T.Bod beckons him on. Steve runs the ropes and slides through the Body's legs, coming up behind him and nailing a standing dropkick as T.Bod turns. The Body picks himself up as Dr.Steve goes to work with a flurry of punches that back T.Bod into the corner. Steve steps back and runs around to attempt a splash into the corner, but T.Bod just catches him, steps out, and then executes an over head belly to belly throw that lands Pigley back first into the turnbuckles! COLE Pigley's going to need a doctor of his own now! Ahahaha! Ha? T.Bod scrapes Steven out of the corner and covers. CABOOSE Over already. Too easy for Black T. ONE! TWO! THREE! No! Steven with the shoulder up! T.Bod grimaces in surprise and gets Steven to his feet. The Body hooks Pigley up for a high powerslam, but the Doc suddenly wriggles free and slides down behind T.Bod, before making a dive to tag Dr. Max! Anderson vaults into the ring and greets T.Bod with a pair of arm drags and a running leg lariat. The Body shrugs off the attack and charges at Max, who gets a drop toe hold and an elbow drop to the back of T.Bod's neck. Max brings T.Bod up and double underhooks his arms. Anderson brings the Body over to the Doc's corner, and Dr.Pigley tags himself in and bends onto one knee. Max then gives T.Bod a double arm DDT so that his head is slammed into the knee of Dr.Steve! T.Bod goes down, clutching his head! COLE The Docs teaming up to inflict some serious damage on T.Bod here. COACH A win here would not only earn the HI-YAH titles, but give the Docs a good chance of being next in line for an OAOAST Tag Title shot. The Docs both pick T.Bod up and whip him to the ropes. As the Body bounces back Max goes down on all fours and Steven jumps off his back to execute an enziguiri to the back of T.Bod's head! The sound of boot on skull draws the crowds breath, as Steven covers: ONE! TWO! THRRRRREEEEEE- No! T.Bod with a shoulder up. Jivin' JR has finally gotten Dan Black up onto the ring apron, although blood is still running down his face. Dan pulls himself together and starts to shout support for T.Bod. Steven tags in Max and bends a little, allowing Anderson to climb up his back onto his shoulders! From way up there Max executes a twisting moonsault that lands him crashing onto T.Bod! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEE! Black breaks it up! The crowd POPS for the acrobatic move, and then BOOOOS Dan as he kicks Max in the head on his way out of the ring. Max rolls off T.Bod, clutching his gut from the impact, and tags Pigley back in. Steven gets T.Bod to his feet and brings him into an empty corner. Grabbing T.Bod by the hair, he jumps onto the second rope, looking to hit a Tornado DDT, but as he jumps off and round T.Bod blocks the DDT and turns it into a northern lites suplex! ONE! TWO! Kickout! T.Bod rolls over and tags in Dan Black. Black cuts Pigley off from the tag to Dr. Max and works him over with a pair of European uppercuts and a trio of chops. With Steven stunned Dan goes behind, looking for a full nelson for a Dragon suplex attempt, but Steven quickly rolls out before Dan can link his hands and grabs a waistlock on Black. CABOOSE Now Dan is back in the game the Docs unfair advantage is over. Watch Black take this kid to school. He'll wish he was back in the ER - in the morgue. COLE Dan is a superior technical wrestler to the Docs, but he's lost a lot of blood, and if the Docs start flying I don't think Black can keep up. Dan tries to break the waistlock and manages to loosen Dr.Pigley's grasp enough to grab him into an armbar. Black twists the wrist and puts on pressure to the arm, but Steven simply executes a back flip that breaks Dan's grip and then hits a spin kick to the sternum! Black staggers back against the ropes and Pigley runs in at him, but Dan stops him dead in his tracks with an STO that slams Steven hard into the canvas. Black pauses to gain his breath, and then brings Pigley off the mat. Dan gets a grip around the neck and powers him up and over with an Exploder Suplex! Steve's head and neck are spiked into the mat, and Dan makes the cover: ONE! TWO! THREE! No- the kick out comes! Dan looks irritated, and tags in his partner. T.Bod takes a waistlock on Pigley, as Dan steps back- and hits a superkick into a German from T.Bod! ONE! TWO! THREE! No- Dr. Max comes in to break it up! Charles Robinson gets Max out of the ring, allowing Dan and T.Bod another double team. Black locks Steven into a Boston Crab, while T.Bod sits on the back of Pigley and applies a painful chinlock. Charles eventually turns and notices, and counts Black out of the ring. COLE Pigley's in trouble now. Black T are picking him apart, and he badly needs that tag to Dr. Max. T.Bod brings Pigley out of the chinlock and bodyslams him into the middle of the ring. The Body stands in front of Steven and rolls his hips, grinning- but Steven suddenly hits a kip up head scissors take over with a burst of energy! Pigley starts to drag himself over to Dr. Max, but T.Bod, though dizzy, is able to cut him off. The Body applies a front face lock and hits a vertical suplex into a cover: ONE! TWO! Shoulder up! CABOOSE T.Bod shook have hooked the leg. He shouldn't be making a rookie mistake like that. COACH Do you think Black T are still not taking the Docs seriously? CABOOSE Why should they? It's just a matter of time now. T.Bod brings Pigley to his feet, signalling that it's over. He grabs Steven's head and hits him with the Rude Awakening (neckbreaker)! Cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! No- Max breaks it up again with a despairing dive! As Charles gets Anderson out of the ring, we see a glint in the air. COLE Hey! Dan just threw something to T.Bod! COACH Knucks! T.Bod got knucks! Indeed, the Body has brass knuckles on his fist, and waits for Steven to get to his feet. T.Bod swings- and misses? Steven ducks the punch and takes T.Bod down with a spike DDT! Charles Robinson sees the knucks on T.Bod's fingers and takes them away. COLE That's got to be a disqualification! CABOOSE Hey, T.Bod didn't use the knucks. He was just wearing them. It's a style thing. Both Pigley and T.Bod start to crawl for tags as the crowd gets behind the Docs. T.Bod tags in Dan, and he runs across to Pigley- who leaps and makes the tag! Max leaps in to a big pop and takes Dan down with a clothesline. T.Bod runs back in but eats a dropkick to the face. Backbody drop for Black. Lariat for T.Bod. Max jumps onto the top rope- missile dropkick to T.Bod as he staggers up! Max jumps to his feet and holds his hands in the air, celebrating! And Dan Black takes him down into the Heart of Ice (Crippler Crossface). Max struggles in the hold as Black tears at his neck. Pigley starts to pick himself up on the apron- but Jivin' JR, unseen by Robinson, drags him down to the floor and sits on his chest! With 300lbs of Jive on him, Pigley is going nowhere. In the middle of the ring Max struggles- fights- tries to make the ropes- but Dan's grip is locked in, and Max has no choice but to tap out. *DING DING DING* BUFFER The winners of the match and still HI-YAH Tag Team Champions- Dan Black and T.Bod- BLLLLLLLLACK TEE! Dan won't let go of the hold, and Max Anderson is fading into unconsciousness. COLE C'mon, you won the match, let the guy go! CABOOSE Dan's getting his revenge for that attack with the mic. This is totally fair. *DING DING DING DING DING* CABOOSE Yeah, because a bell will make him change his mind. Max is now out cold, as more referees run from the back. T.Bod has other ideas, and grabs a chair which keeps the officials on the outside. At last Dan lets Max go- but only so T.Bod can slam him in the back with the chair. Black and T.Bod laugh and shake. COACH This is just wrong. Someone do something. As if on cue (surely not?) LOS INFERNALES run down the ailse. Black T pause only to grab their title belts as they scatter. Poet and Dandy jump on the ropes, daring Black T back into the ring, but the HI-YAH champs merely exit with JR, smirking. COLE Well, the Docs put up another strong challenge, and only Max Anderson's lack of concentration- COACH -and JR's BUTT- COLE -cost them the match. Thank goodness for Los Infernales. Black T are clearly afraid of Poet and Dandy as we approach World Without End and their big grudge match. CABOOSE Give me a break. Black T just wrestled a surprisingly tough match. Los Infernales need to keep their noses out of Black T's business, or they're going to find them broken. That's twice tonight they've been a thorn in the side of the HI-YAH champs. Something has to be done. COLE It will be, and I can't wait to see the Infernales give Black T what they deserve. Let's go somewhere else! (Fade out) *Black. The Phenom's face is the only visable thing seen.* tP: The past year, I have searched the world over for a challenge worthy of me. The last time I've felt that feeling was 11 years ago, when I attacked the Prime Minister of Portugal. I went easy on him. But when I take over the OAOAST, you best be looking out for number one. Who is number one? That's me, The Phenom. And if you deny that, I'll...see...you...in...hell! *White Stripes' 'Seven Nation Army' plays* The Phenom is coming. Be ready. (Fade out) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 15, 2004 We journey backstage again, this time to the dressing room of Axel. The Dark One, who was attacked earlier in the night by Zack Malibu (we think) paces the room, a white bandage over his head. In there with him is his friend Ragdoll, who was quick to come to his defense earlier on. RAGDOLL Bro, sit down, relax. You don't have to go through with this match tonight. AXEL Of course I do. I put the title on the line, I told Zack that I was going to end this tonight, and if you think THIS is going to stop me... RAGDOLL Whoa, dude, hang on. Not to cut you off, but it almost DID end tonight. That son of a bitch jumped you and knocked you silly. Who knows what would have happened had I not shown up. AXEL You sure it was him? Because I didn't... RAGDOLL Axel, get with it! I find you oozing blood all over the floor, and the closest person to the scene of the crime is the same guy who sold out his friends, sold out his fans, and tried to bash your head in at the last pay per view. Axel breathes deeply, his body langauge showing that he knows his friend is right. AXEL Well, if Malibu wants to try to kill me off, then he can finish the damn job in the ring. I'm not going to be intimidated by him or The Thrillogy anymore. RAGDOLL Then you know what...I'm coming with you. If you're gonna take the rat bastard down, I want a front row seat. AXEL I've got no problem with that, mate. Axel and Ragdoll shake hands, and Axel grabs his HI-YAH Heavyweight Title from the chair. The two leave the room and head for the arena, as the highly anticipated Zack Malibu vs. Axel main event is NEXT~! (Go to break) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 15, 2004 (edited) (Return from break) COLE Thanks for sticking with us folks, and that was our final commercial break, as it's now double main event time here on HeldDOWN~! COACH Damn skippy to the hippy, Mikey. CABOOSE Jesus Coach, for a black man you're as white as snow. Either the real stuff or the rapper. Pick one. The lights drop, as a thundering drum beat echoes through the arena, drawing loud cheers from the fans that are cloaked in darkness. The pounding of the drum gets harder, louder, until finally... "OOOOOH WAH AH AH AH" "Down With The Sickness" kicks in, and Axel comes storming out of the back! Ragdoll follows close behind, holding a water bottle pacing the stage as Axel moves from side to side and throws his hands up, giving some love back to his fans. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, is for the HI-YAH Heavyweight Championship! From Tasmania, Australia, and coming down the aisle, accompanied by Ragdoll, is the current reigning and defending HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion...THE DARK ONE, AXXXXELLLLL! CABOOSE Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the stupidest man in wrestling. COLE Stupidest? How do you figure? CABOOSE Cole, this isn't rocket science. The man just had a gaping wound on the back of his head close up, and is coming to the ring with a fresh one above his eyes. He couldn't even stand up backstage earlier, and now he's going to outwrestle our beloved Franchise? COACH When did Shane Douglas sign with us? CABOOSE I swear sometimes Coach, you're so stupid it has to be a joke. Both Axel and Ragdoll enter the ring and play to the fans, although the cheering is promptly cut off by the sounds of "Getting Away With Murder" being cued up. The lights dim yet again, only this time the reaction isn't as positive for who emerges from behind the curtain. BUFFER His opponent tonight is a former two time OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion. Hailing from Providence, Rhode Island, he is The Savior, he is The Franchise...he is ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK MALLLLIBUUUUUU! Zack, along with the ever present Candie, appear on the ramp and look as cocky as ever. Malibu in particular is almost laughing as he looks up towards Axel, feeling that the injuries to The Dark One are going to make this a cakewalk. "All right Malibu, just hold it...hold up a second!" Malibu's music cuts out, and the cameras cut to the ring, as Ragdoll has grabbed the mic from Michael Buffer, surprising everyone, including Axel! RAGDOLL Just stay right there, preppy boy. Before you come down to this ring to get your hair torn out and stuffed down your throat, I have something to say to you. Malibu urges Ragdoll to spit it out, wondering what the deal is with the hesitation in starting this contest is. RAGDOLL I know you didn't attack Axel tonight. COLE What? CABOOSE FINALLY, someone with a clue in this company! The fans are abuzz, but even Zack himself is perplexed by this revelation. RAGDOLL Yeah, see that Zack, you're off the hook. Although, I have to say...seeing you walk by made for a great alibi. COLE Alibi...he... After saying that, Ragdoll turns to a shocked Axel, and blasts him in the forehead with the microphone! Blood starts oozing from the fresh wound and through the bandage, as Ragdoll starts pounding on the temple of who we thought was his good friend! COLE What the hell is going on here? CABOOSE Hell if I know, but I like it! Ragdoll stands up and takes the mic, as Malibu and Candie look on, as shocked as anyone. RAGDOLL You want to use me? Huh? You want to bring me back...for what? To get YOU ahead!? I don't enhance anyone, god damn it! I'm Ragdoll, baby! I'm Ragdoll! I've got all the talent you don't have, and you want me to be your lackey? I'M NO ONE'S LACKEY! After stomping on his "friend", Ragdoll backs off, and takes a swig from his water bottle. He's obviously holding the water in his mouth, as his cheeks are puffing out...but he reaches into the pocket of his jeans and produces...a lighter? THEN SPITS INTO IT, SETTING OFF A FIREBALL RIGHT INTO AXEL'S FACE~! COACH THAT WASN'T WATER, MIKEY! COLE You THINK!? Axel rolls around on the mat, covering his face and hollering in pain, as Ragdoll backs up and grins a smile that would make the Cheshire Cat jealous. Malibu and Candie are still looking on, and even The Franchise himself utters a "holy shit" to his girl. Hordes of OAOAST staff coming charging past them and down to the ring to the aid of Axel, while Ragdoll ducks out of the ring on the far side, hopping into the crowd and escaping before anyone can get their hands on him. COLE Fans, it doesn't look like we're going to have that main event...but we certainly didn't end without controversy! Ragdoll has snapped, and turned his back on the man who welcomed him back into the company with open arms...and we really don't know why! CABOOSE He got tired of carrying the Aussie's weight. 'Nuff said. COLE I hardly think that's all there is to it. Fans, we're going to cut this one short tonight, as they're tending to Axel in the ring. Tune in next week, where we hope to have an update on this situation and a whole lot more! (Go to break) (Return from break) Edited October 15, 2004 by Patty O'Green Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 15, 2004 We cut to ringside, where Michael Buffer stands in the center of the ring with a mic in hand. BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the final stop in the ROAD TO THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER! We're greeted to the opening trumpets of DJ Kool's "Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)." The house lights drop, bright spotlights begin to circle the arena and the camera pans the arena, picking up numerous fans clapping along and dancing to the hip hop beat. A bright spotlight highlights the entrance as the Mad Cappa charges onto the stage with a look of determination on his face. He throws his hands into the air, garnering a mixed, but mostly positive crowd response before starting down the ramp towards ringside. BUFFER Introducing first: he hails from Anacostia, Washington, D.C. and weighs in tonight at 185 pounds, here is THE MAAAAAAAAAAD CAPPAAAAAA~! Cappa continues his path to ringside, tagging the hands of a few fans in the front row along the way. Once at ringside, Cappa slides into the ring and runs to the far corner, climbing to the second rope and raising his arms once more to play to the crowd. COLE There he is, fans...the man who came out of last week's show tied for first place in the Round Robin standings, and a man who quite frankly is in the driver's seat as far as this tournament goes, The Mad Cappa. What a big match this is. CABOOSE Yeah. Coming into tonight, Cappa and Blurricane may have been tied for first place with six points a piece, but that's not the case right now! Oh no! Michael, tell the people who's leading the pack right now! COLE Well...right now it's Drek Stone. CABOOSE YES! "Reckless" Drek Stone, my pick to win it all! COLE Yeah, Stone picked up a huge pinfall victory to bring his tally up to 7 points...one point ahead of Cappa. And that's what makes this match so important, 'Boose! A pinfall or a submission will bring this thing home for The Mad Cappa. A DQ or Count Out victory will leave him tied with Stone for first. Must-win situation for Cappa here...but a win is never guaranteed when you're in the ring with the likes of this man... Cappa's music fades out and "State Prop (You Know Us)" hits the PA system to a HUUUUUUUGE pop from the Philly crowd. The arena goes pitch black, and after approximately five seconds... *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM~!" A HUUUUUGE pyro blast rips through the stage, driving the crowd into a frenzy. Flashing red and white spotlights swarm the arena, roaming the crowd momentarily before converging on the entrance, where Panther appears with Tina through a thick cloud of smoke. Panther’s wearing a solid black cap and a “Panther’s Way” t-shirt (both autographed) over his trademark basketball jersey. With his trademark smirk on his face, Panther strolls out to the edge of the stage, where Tina gets down onto one knee in front of him. Panther takes a moment to scour the arena, then, as the horns begin to blare over the PA system, Panther slowly raises his hands into the air, holds the pose as bright white spotlights illuminate the set behind him, then snaps his hands down by his side as the spotlights disburse about the arena. Panther then steps over Tina and starts down the ramp with her following closely behind. BUFFER His opponent: hailing from PHILADELPHIA, PA (huge pop), being accompanied by Tina and weighing in at 194 pounds, here is the Champion of Champions...PAAAAAAAAAAAAANTHHHEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRR~! The hometown pop brings a huge smile to Panther's face. He nears the bottom of the ramp, at which point Tina sprints past him and slides into the ring, turning back to face him just as he makes a vertical leap onto the apron. She walks over and holds the ropes for him, allowing him to step through and walk out to the center of the ring. Once there, Panther brushes both Buffer and referee Earl Hebner off to the side, then shoves Tina back down to a knee facing the camera. Shooting an intense glare into the crowd, Panther takes stance behind her, and as the horns begin to blare once more, four bright spotlights begin to roam the darkened arena to the beat of the music…getting brighter…and brighter…and brighter before converging on the center of the ring, where both Panther and Tina snap their right fists into the air and pyro explodes from all four ring posts. The flashing red and white spotlights return as Panther climbs the ropes and begins to play to the crowd. COLE What a response for Panther! These fans here in Philly are going absolutely wild for the Champion of Champions! CABOOSE Just further proof that these mutants here in Philly have no class whatsoever! These people here are nothing more than brain dead idiots! COLE Will you be nice?! Just once! CABOOSE It's not in my contract. COLE (sighs) Whatever. Things not looking too good for Panther coming into this thing, as thus far he's only been able to rack up 4 points. He's not out of the tournament, however. If he can get a submission victory here, he'll be tied with Drek Stone at 7! CABOOSE But that's a pretty big "if", Cole! Cappa may be dumb, but he's smart enough to know the situation Panther's in right now! Don't think he won't be on extra guard for any submission holds that Panther tries. COLE I'm sure he will be. Panther's music dies down and he takes a moment to confer with Tina in the corner. After a moment of conversation, the two share a kiss, and Tina exits the ring just as referee Hebner calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* COLE Here we go. This thing is underway. Chants of "LET'S GO PAN-THER" echo throughout the arena as the two men head out towards the center of the ring. Cappa reaches for a collar-and-elbow but Panther ducks under and picks his ankle, putting him flat on his back with a single-leg takedown. With Cappa's leg in hand, Panther goes right for a figure four, but Cappa kicks him away before he can get it applied. Undaunted, Panther goes right back for the leg, but Cappa presses his right boot into his chest, sending Panther tumbling to the canvas. Panther uses his momentum to roll right back to his feet and goes right back for Cappa leg,. Cappa tries once more to kick him away, but Panther swats the free leg away. Cappa tries it again, but to avail as Panther yanks on the other leg and drives his knee right into the insertion of the knee, causing Cappa to cry out in pain. He does this one more time before turning into Cappa's leg with a spinning toe-hold... CROWD WHOOOOOO~! The crowd "WHOOO's" in anticipation, but Cappa manages to pull himself underneath the ropes just before Panther's able to get the figure four applied! The ref calls for the break as Cappa clutches the bottom rope with both hands. REF. HEBNER C'mon, Panther! Break it up! 1...2...3... The crowd boos in the background as Panther releases Cappa's leg. COLE Panther going for the submission right off the bat. He realizes what's at stake here. Cappa slides out onto the apron as the ref ushers Panther out to the center of the ring. With Panther at bay, Cappa breathes a sigh of relief and pulls himself to a standing position. Panther moves right in on Cappa, only to catch a hard forearm to the face for his troubles. Cappa follows that up with a right hand before grabbing Panther and hooking him in a front facelock. The crowd begins to clamor as Cappa tosses Panther's arm back over his head, hooks his tights and... COACH He's not gonna suplex him to the floor, is he? ...that's what he's going for, but Panther's able to block it. Cappa tries it one more time, but again he's unsuccessful. Instead, Panther lifts Cappa up and suplexes him into the ring... ...HOWEVER, Cappa twists out mid-move and ends up landing on his feet behind Panther. He quickly grabs Panther around the waist, tucks his head underneath his armpit and tries to take him over with a backdrop suplex, but Panther flips up and over Cappa's head and lands on his feet behind him. Panther waists no time in hooking Cappa and pulling him into a Dragon Sleeper... COACH TRUTH INFECTION! HE'S GOING FOR THE TRUTH INFECTION! Indeed he is, and the crowd pops big for the hold. However, before Panther's able to get the Dragon Clutch set in, Cappa works his way over to the ropes once more. The crowd boos again as the ref calls for the break. REF HEBNER He's got the ropes! Break it! 1...2...3... Panther angrily shoves Cappa to the mat, drawing a pop from the partisan crowd. Panther takes a step back at the ref's behest, allowing Cappa time to get back to his feet. COLE Panther...again going right for the submission hold. CABOOSE But again, Cappa's able to sense what's coming and get to the ropes! And look at Panther: it looks as if some frustration's beginning to set in on his part. Indeed. Panther's pacing back and forth in an effort to cool off. Meanwhile, Cappa appears somewhat annoyed by Panther's roughness on the break. Once he reaches his feet, he marches right over to Panther and greets him with a shove to the chest... *CRACK* ...to which Panther responds with a HARD slap across the face, much to the crowd's delight. Cappa's not as happy, however, and drops Panther with THE IMPACT! (roaring elbow). He then drops to a mounted position on Panther's chest and begins firing off rapid-fire right hands to the forehead of the Philly-native. The crowd boos Cappa's offense, but the boos turn to cheers when Panther grabs Cappa by the throat, pulls him down to the mat and rolls him onto his back, allowing Panther to fire off some right hands of his own. Cappa shoves Panther away, and the two quickly return to there feet, where they begin trading blows in the center of the ring. Cappa! Panther! Cappa! Panther! Cappa! Panther! COLE We've got a slugfest on our hands! Cappa grabs a side headlock to end the exchange. Panther shoves Cappa into the ropes, but gets floored with a hard shoulderblock as he comes off. Cappa hits the ropes again, and Panther rolls onto his stomach, allowing Cappa to go up and over as he comes off. Panther springs back to a vertical base, but gets knocked right back to the mat by another Cappa shoulderblock. Cappa heads into the ropes once more, and Panther again rolls onto his stomach, allowing Cappa to leap over him and head to the other side. Panther springs back to his feet once again, this time catching Cappa with a drop toehold as he comes off. With Cappa flat on his stomach in the center of the ring, Panther quickly staddles his back and grabs him by the head, trying to apply the Truth Infection once more. COLE He's going for it again! Panther's going for the Truth Infection. The crowd pops in anticipation for the hold, but Cappa's fighting it with all his might. He manages to free his head from Panther's grasp and crawl toward the ropes, with Panther trying to lock in the Truth Infection every step of the way. Eventually, Panther manages to get the hold locked in fully, and the crowd gives huge pop in response; unfortunately, by this time, Cappa has pulled himself within arm's length of the bottom rope, and he easily grabs it with his right hand. LOUD boos from the crowd as the referee again forces Panther to break. REF. HEBNER C'mon, Panther, break it up! 1...2...3...4... Panther releases on four, and Cappa slides to the outside for a breather. The crowd is booing loudly as Cappa paces the ringside area. COACH Damn! Listen to these people! COLE Partisan crowd here in Philly here tonight. This is an unenviable position for Cappa to be in...fighting Panther in his hometown. Cappa is prepares to pull himself back onto the apron when, out of the corner of his eye, he spots Tina approaching him. He immediately turns and shoots her a suspicious glare, stopping her dead in her tracks. Noticing the distraction, Panther tries to catch Cappa with a baseball slide, but Cappa sees it coming and side steps it. Panther's momentum takes him to the outside, where Cappa begins peppering him with right hands. He then grabs Panther by the hair, drags him toward the ringpost and slams his head into it. He then rolls Panther into the ring and heads to the top rope. Cappa measures Panther as he pulls himself back up, and once Panther's vertical, Cappa stands upright on the top rope and dives... ...RIGHT INTO A PANTHER CUTTER!!!!!!! The crowd erupts in the background, and Panther wastes no time in going for the cover! He hooks the leg, and the crowd counts along as the ref's hand strikes the mat for... CROWD 1...2...3!!!!!!!!!! NO!!! Panther pulled him up! COACH Huh?! COLE Panther just pulled The Mad Cappa up! COACH Why'd he do that?! He may have had the match won! CABOOSE It's because he realizes that a pinfall won't cut it! Panther has to get a submission victory or he's out of this tournament! Panther runs his right hand through his hair and pounds the mat in frustration. He notices Cappa beginning to stir on the canvas, and blasts him with a right hand. Another. He uses a handful of hair to bring Cappa back to his feet, at which point he drags him out to the center of the ring and applies a Cobra Clutch. The crowd pops once more as Panther cinches up on the hold, but Cappa has enough presence of mind to drop to the mat and fling Panther off of him with an armdrag-like counter. Panther rolls right back to his feet and goes at Cappa once more, grabbing his legs and going for what looks to be a Sharpshooter. The crowd once again pops in anticipation, but Cappa catches Panther's foot as he's trying to step through. Panther tries to step through again, but again Cappa blocks the foot. Panther tries to force his leg through, but Cappa ends up booting him in the chest, sending him crashing backfirst off the turnbuckles. The force of the impact causes Panther to stumble back out to the center of the ring, where Cappa rolls him up with an inside cradle! COLE Cappa's got him hooked... 1... 2... THRRRRRR---NO!!!! Panther barely kicks out in time! COLE Panther just half a count away from securing his spot in the Elimination Chamber. Both men back to a standing position, where Cappa scores with a HARD clothesline that puts Panther onto the mat. Panther quickly recovers and rises to his feet, but catches a spinning wheel kick for his troubles. Cappa lifts Panther back to his feet and nails him with a hard right before sending him into the ropes with an Irish whip. Panther comes off and gets snapped over with a beautiful powerslam. Cover by Cappa...hook of the leg... 1... 2... NO!!!!! Just a TWOOOOOOOO~! Cappa lifts Panther back to his feet and takes him down with a scoop slam. He follows that up with a snapping leg drop across Panther's throat. Cappa then heads out to the apron, where he begins to ascend the turnbuckle. COLE Cappa headed up for another high-risk. His last attempt didn't go so well; will this one pay off? COACH I dunno. He's still looking a little loopy from that Panther Cutter. The Philly crowd rabidly cheers Panther on as he pulls himself back to his feet. Panther makes it up, but as soon as he's vertical, Cappa leaps from the top rope and nails him right on the jaw with a missile dropkick. Panther is down, and Cappa goes for another cover... 1... 2... NO! Panther shoots his shoulder off the canvas right before the count of three. Cappa then lifts Panther up to a seated position and applies a full nelson. Tina has a look of concern on her face as she watches on from the outside. COLE This time it's Cappa with the submission hold. CABOOSE I don't think he expects to get a submission with this thing, though. He's just trying to get Panther to expend some energy. Trying to wear him down. COLE But this crowd here in Philly is ever vocal, and they're trying to will Panther out of this thing...my God it's deafening in here. The fans clap and stomp in unison as chants of "LET'S GO PAN-THER" echo throughout the arena. The chants serve to motivate Panther, and with the adrenaline pumping through his veins, Panther turns to his right, trying to find a way to escape. He manages to pull himself up to on knee as Cappa cinches up on the hold, trying to apply more pressure, but Panther continues fighting the hold, and eventually manages to separate Cappa's arms, breaking the full nelson. Panther quickly tries to rise to his feet, but Cappa catches him with a hard forearm to the back of the head. A second. He then grabs Panther in a rear waistlock and snaps him over for a German Suplex. The crowd boos wildly as Cappa pops back to his feet with a smile on his face. COLE Cappa with that German...this crowd doesn't like that one bit. CABOOSE I'm actually liking this, Cole. Not only is Cappa gonna win this thing, but he's also gonna rub this crowd's nose in it. Cappa turns back to Panther and motions for him to get back up--begging and pleading him, and the crowd looks as if they're about ready to riot. Slowly, Panther pulls himself back to a knee, them pushes himself to his feet, at which point Cappa slips behind him, grabs another rear waistlock and goes for a German--THAT'S BLOCKED! Cappa tries it again, but Panther blockes it once more, and begins firing reverse elbows to the side of the head to free himself from Cappa's grip. Cappa staggers back into the buckle, but quickly comes back and charges at Panther with a clothesline. Panther ducks under, however, hooks Cappa around the waist and catches him with a release German-- CROWD OOOOOOOOOH~! COACH DAYUM!!!!!! --dropping Cappa gutfirst across the top turnbuckle! COLE My God, did you hear that impact! Cappa...Cappa's in trouble! Indeed. Cappa's hung up on the top turnbuckle, as Panther takes a moment to catch his breath. He then moves in on Cappa, catching him with 3 hard stomps to the back of the head before lifting him up and shoving him back onto the turnbuckle, nearly causing him to fall from the top rope to the outside. As Cappa tries to keep his balance, Panther steps up onto the bottom rope and rips into his chest with an open hand strike. *CRACK* CROWD WHOOOO~! Another! *CRACK* CROWD WHOOOOOOO~! And another. With Cappa still set up on top, Panther begins to climb up with him, and the crowd begins to stir. COLE Panther's headed up top with Cappa. What's he going for? COACH Could be a Pantherplex. That appears to be it, but before he gets a chance to execute it, Cappa catches him with a right hand to the throat. He nails him with one more before shoving Panther from the top, causing him to crash hard on the mat below. Cappa clutches at his stomach as he begins to stand upright on the top rope, and with the crowd booing him relentlessly, Cappa leaps from the top for a flying leg drop THAAAAAAAAAAAAAT.... ...CONNECTS!!!!!!! Cappa goes for the cover and reaches for the far leg as Hebner counts... 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!! Just a two! Just a two! CABOOSE You don't get much closer than that. COLE Tell me about it. This crowd here in Philly nearly had a mass heart attack. CABOOSE Yeah, well that's where eating all those nasty cheesesteaks will get you in the long run, Cole. Cappa's still clutching at his gut as he tries to lift Panther off the canvas. However, Panther catches him with a right hand to the gut the doubles him over. An upper cut right to the jaw sends Cappa staggering into the ropes. Panther pushes himself back to his feet and whips Cappa into the far side. Cappa rebounds, and Panther catches him coming off with a BAAAAAAAAACK BODY DR--NO!!!!!!! Cappa sees it coming and catches Panther in a standing headscissors...CAPPABOMB!!!!!!!!!!! Panther's shoulders are down once more! Referee with the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!! Just a two!!!!!!!! Cappa questions the ref's count, but Hebner holds up two fingers to reiterate the fact that it was only two. COLE Cappa can't believe it! He had the title shot right in his grasp there! What does he have to do?! COACH I think I know what Cappa needs to do, and I think we're about to see it right here. Cappa pulls himself back to his feet and walks towards a corner, waiting for Panther to rise. The crowd, realizing what Cappa's setting up for, voices its disapproval, but their jeers don't phase Cappa any, as he's got his eyes fixed on Panther. With determination written all over his face, Cappa sets himself as Panther slowly...SLOWLY begins to rise. Tina bangs against the mat, trying to warn Panther of the danger that awaits him, and once Panther reaches his feet, Cappa moves right in on him and blasts him with a boot to the midsection. This doubles Panther over, putting him in perfect position BUST A CAP--NOOOOOOO! Panther shoves him into the ropes. Panther tries to catch Cappa with a dropkick as he comes off, but Cappa catches his legs and drops him to the canvas. With Panther's legs tucked up under his armpits, Cappa works to turn Panther over into the Walls of Cappa! Panther tries desperately to fight it...trying with all his might to keep Cappa from turning it over, but it's no use. Cappa turns Panther over and leans back with all his might. Both Tina and the crowd are frantic by this point. COLE Walls of Cappa applied! CABOOSE That's it! There's no way Panther escapes this. COLE Panther's trying to fight it. Panther's trying to hold on...can he?! Can he?! Cappa grits his teeth as he wrenches back on the hold, causing Panther to cry out in pain. On the outside, Tina tries to encourage Panther by slapping the canvas. Eventually, the crowd picks up her beat and the "PANTHER" chants start up again as Panther begins crawling toward the bottom rope. He's crawling hand over hand, trying as best he can to get to the bottom rope... ...he's within an arm's reach... ...almost there... ...almost... ...BUT CAPPA PULLS HIM BACK OUT TO THE CENTER OF THE RING!!!!!!!! The crowd boos wildly in the background as Cappa sets the hold one more time. CABOOSE It's definitely over now! COLE Cappa's got a smile on his face a mile wide! That World Title shot is practically dancing right before his eyes! Panther raises his open palm into the air, and he appears just about ready to tap, when the crowd begins clapping and stomping in unison once more. Panther starts to bring his arm down, but the crowd's beginning to get into him once again. His adrenaline begins to flow, and once again, Panther begins crawling to the ropes. Hand over hand! Hand over hand! Cappa tries with all his might to keep Panther in the center of ring, but the energy he's expended applying the hold leaves him unable to. Slowly but surely, Panther finds his way back to the ropes. Cappa makes one last ditch effort to increase the pressure, but it doesn't stop Panther as he reaches for the bottom rope once more... ...he's almost there... ...the ropes are within arm's reach... ...AND HE GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE! The crowd breathes a collective sigh of relief as the referee forces Cappa to break. CABOOSE How the hell did he hold on that long?! COLE Panther...what heart and determination! Maybe he can still win this thing. Maybe...just maybe he'll be able to pull this one out. Panther clutches at his lower back as he pulls himself back to his feet. He takes a deep breath and turns toward Cappa, ready to go on attack... ...but Cappa nails him with a boot to the gut and DRILLS him with BUST A CAP~! COLE HE GOT IT!!!!!! The impact sends Panther rolling out to the arena floor, right at Tina's feet. She instinctively goes to help him up, but stops when the ref admonishes her. Panther looks to be out cold, and the ref begins to put the count down on him... 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... Realizes Panther's not moving, Tina rushes to his side to help him up. Hebner breaks his count to admonish Tina, but gets shoved aside by a determined Cappa. Cappa hops to the outside, shoves Tina to the ground and lifts the unconscious Panther back up. The crowd boos Cappa as he muscles Panther back into the ring and follows him in. He makes the cover on Panther...hook of the leg... 1... 2... 3!!!!!! NO!!!!!!! Panther got his foot on the bottom rope!!!!!!!! Cappa can't believe it! COACH What's it gonna take for Cappa to finish this man?! Cappa buries his face in his hands and pounds the canvas in frustration. He then grabs Panther by the head, and begins pounding him with rapid-fire rights. He then lifts Panther back to his feet...Panther shoves Cappa away and manages to put up somewhat of a fight with a bunch of weak right hands, but Cappa ends his attempted flurry with a sharp knee to the gut. The move sends Panther to his knees, at which point, Cappa slips behind him and applies a dragon sleeper. Cappa cranks back as much as he can as Panther makes a last ditch effort to try and come back. He plants his right foot onto the mat, and manages to get his left foot under him as well. Cappa tries to maintain the hold, but Panther walks him over to a corner, where he places his right foot on the middle turnbuckle, places the left on the top rope and pushes back, going up and over Cappa's head and landing on his feet. Once behind him, Panther grabs a dragon sleeper of his own, but Cappa manages to fight out of it with right hands to the head. Panther, undeterred, comes back with a knee to the small of the back and reapplies the hold, driving the crowd into a frenzy. The crowd feverishly cheers Panther on as he works Cappa over onto his stomach...Cappa tries to fight it, but to no avail, as Panther shoves him onto the mat, sits down across his back and wrenches back on the hold. COLE He's got it! The Truth Infection is applied! Panther's got it locked in... CABOOSE And look at Cappa's positioning! He's facing away from the ropes! COLE Cappa...my God, can he hold on?! Can he... With his upper body away from the ropes, he kicks out his right leg, desperately trying to find the bottom rope. He finds nothing, and with Panther cranking back as much as possible, and the fans chanting "TAP, TAP, TAP" at the top of their lungs... ...Cappa raises his right hand and... ...and... ...HE TAPS OUT!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* **Cue "State Prop (You Know Us)" BUFFER HERE IS YOUR WINNER: PAAAAAAAAAAANTHHHHHHHEEEERRRRRRRR~!!!!!!!! The crowd goes crazy as Panther releases the hold and falls to the canvas, exhausted. Tina rushes the ring to tend to him. COLE He got him! Panther reached down deep and made the Mad Cappa tap! What a win for Panther here in his hometown, and fans, that's 3 points for Panther! COACH Wait a minute, Cole. Do you realize what this means? That just gave him three points. CABOOSE Oh no. I know what you're getting at. Please don't let it be true. COLE Hold on. Let's see the point tally. POINTS: Drek Stone: 7 Panther: 7 The Mad Cappa: 6 The Blurricane: 6 Gunner Sharps: 5 Leon Rodez: 2 CABOOSE It can't be. COLE It certainly is. At the conclusion of this tournament - Drek Stone and Panther are tied for first place! COACH I can't believe the unpredictability of this tournament. At the beginning of tonight, the Mad Cappa and the Blurricane were tied for first place. Now, at the conclusion of this tournament, it turns out to be Drek Stone and Panther are tied. CABOOSE Coach, stop the babbling. Who's going to get that title shot now? COACH I don't know. But I think this situation needs to be addressed. COLE What an end to this tournament. Folks, I'm sure we'll hear from Watts next week concerning the results of this tournament. But, for now - the end of this tournament has Drek Stone and Panther TIED for first place. COACH What an ending! What a tournament! COLE What's going to happen next week? CABOOSE God will strike down upon me yet again, killing any shred of hope I might decide to cling onto. COLE It's certainly possible! Anything can happen in the OAOAST! TUNE IN NEXT WEEK AS HELDDOWN COMES TO YOU LIVE FROM BALTIMORE, MARYLAND! Tina lifts Panther back to his feet and raises his arm into the air, and the arena is illuminated by dozens of flashbulbs as the fans give them both a standing ovation. (GOOD NIGHT!) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
