Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 21, 2004 (edited) OAOAST HeldDOWN~! We enjoy the sounds of “I Like” by Katy Rose before being attacked by the logo! FIREWORKS! FANS! HELDDOWN! HOORAY! TRIPLE C! COLE Folks, welcome to Baltimore, Maryland for exciting another edition of HeldDOWN! I’m Michael Cole, joined by Caboose and the Coach! We’ve got some amazing action in store for you tonight! COACH BIG FALL OUT! CABOOSE No doubt. Last weeks show was the craziest I’ve ever seen! Hells Hitmen and GPX were ambushed by almost every major team in the tag division, wrecking their tag team cage match! The Love Doctors tried to kill the Frankenstieners! Ragdoll tried to light Axel on fire! Holly-Wood tried to slit Tiffany’s throat! Panther and Drek stone tried to claim victory in the round robin tournament... COACH And Mikey tried to touch my penis. COLE I did not! COACH Well you wanted to. COLE Shut it! Let’s just start the show. A BLACK REEF stands in the ring as we return from break. The camera pans back and we see JAMES E. CORNETTE, manager of the New New Midnight Express, appropriately attired in an all black polyster suit with JINGUS' MASK placed over his TENNIS RACKET, standing alongside the reef, with a poster next to it reading: "See you in heav...Oh, you won't be there-- With hatred, NNMX". CORNETTE Uninvited guests, we are gathered here to celebrate, not mourn, the departure of two of the biggest, ugliest, horrorific wrestlers that have ever graced a wrestling ring -- Hell's Hitmen. But do not cry, for they have gone to a better place, a place where they no longer live in fear of the New New Midnight Express. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, let's celebrate! Let's celebrate the men who freed the OAOAST of those two waste of sperm. Ladies and gentlemen, here they are. They have more hits than Elvis & the Beatles combine. "Sarcastic" Simon & "Narcissistic" Ned, the New New Midnight Express! "Chase" hits, and "Sarcastic" Simon & "Narcissistic" Ned emerge on the stage to an ungodly amount of boos. Like their manager, the NNMX are dressed in black -- long black robes. They know tonight isn't the time to be wearing their silvery vests. The New New Midnight Express casually strut to the ring, making an "X" with their index fingers as they soak in the boos from the fans, sarcastically pretending to shed tears, while they carve "MX" in the air. COLE I can't believe how proud these guys are. Last week, on HeldDown, they mutilated The Sadist's forehead with a tiny piece of razor blade. All of the OAOAST offices -- OAOAST Towers, OAOAST Center -- were all flooded with complaints about the mature violence that occured during the House of Pain match, which was scheduled to be a tag team title rematch from Dirty Deeds between Hell's Hitmen & the Global Party XChange. But as we found out, it was an elaborate plan concocted by Jim Cornette to take out the Hitmen. CABOOSE Jim Cornette interrupted an interview Jesse "The Body" Ventura was conducting with GPX, politely asking Scotty & Johnny if they accepted the challenge issued by the New New Midnight Express. Since losing the tag team championship in a 3-Way TLC match at AngleSlam, the New New Midnight Express haven't been granted a return match, something that was written in their contract. GPX then went into roid rage, threatening Jim-- COLE That's a lie! You can't explain anything without spinning it. Jim Cornette insulted GPX on a number of occasions. After taking a massive amount of verbal abuse from that loudmouth, GPX were set to shut him up their way -- the hard way. Simon & Ned attacked them from behind, locking Scotty inside one of the lockers. Then, for whatever reason, The Muses went after Hell's Hitmen. COACH Short story: the New New Midnight Express laid the smackdown on GPX & Hell's Hitmen. They used bats on GPX, ether to knock out Hell's Hitmen, duct taped The Sadist's straitjacket together and carved "MX" into his forehead. So brutal, TSM has forbidden us from ever airing it again. But you can relive the shocking moments at our media section on OAOAST.com. Cornette, Simon & Ned all share an emotional hug, wiping away "tears." CORNETTE Simon, Ned...I know how close you were with Jingus & The Sadist, and how heart broken you are due to their demise, but since we're here to celebrate, not mourn, I figured we'd talk about our match against Hell's Hitmen at World Without End being called off. COLE What?! Since when has that been the case? I haven't heard anything about that. CORNETTE "Sarcastic" Simon & "Narcissistic" Ned are disappointed they will not be able to showcase their tremendous wrestling ability at World Without End, but this being an election year, and with the negativity our public leaders display nowadays, we prefer to talk about the positive things in life, like how the departure from this world without end saved Hell's Hitmen from another major league ass-kicking at the hands of the New New Midnight Express. SIMON (sarcastically) So sad, as they were great wrestlers. NED Jimmy, it pains me to say this, considering they're our friends and all, but to be quite honest, Hell's Hitmen suck! We completely annihilate those freakjobs, to the point we've runned them out of town. We're not going to apologize about anything. We're proud of our actions. They suck, we rule! Now that we have Halloween night off, I now what I'll be doing -- scoring with all the ladies! And a note to all the chicks in Baltimore: Look, but don't touch. My body's like milk, because I do the body good. CORNETTE (chuckles) Beautiful -- and I don't mean the ladies in Baltimore. Not only did we run Hell's Hitmen out of town, nobody's heard a peep from them. Guys, I wouldn't be too embarrassed. At least your tombstones will read: "Crushed at the hands of Jim Cornette's New New Midnight Express, the greatest tag team man ever knew." Ha ha! What the hell do you want? "COWBOY" BILL WATTS, Chairman of the OAOAST board of directors, enters the ring. WATTS First of all, I don't have to answer anything to you. Got it, fat boy? Since I have a voice in signing match contracts, I'm here with a few announcements. One: Black T & Los Infernales have been fined $5,000 and suspended one week without pay. The Love Doctors have also been $10,000 for enjecting the Frankensteiners with needles. This isn't New York, and I don't expect our talent to come up with clever ways to enhance their bodies. Two: You, Simon Singleton & Ned Blanchard have been fined $15,000 for your actions last week. Cornette & the NNMX go ballistic. WATTS (CON'TD) You wanna go around hitting people with baseball bats, handcuffing people to cages after knocking them out with ether, and carving Holiday messages into their foreheads? Where I come from, we don't hit people from behind. If two guys have a problem they take it out back and hook 'em up! CORNETTE This isn't Bonanza, and you aren't on the Ponderosa. WATTS The New New Midnight Express' theme song is called "Chase", and by all accounts that's what you've done to Hell's Hitmen -- chase them out of the OAOAST. Yeah, the Midnights won't be facing Hell's Hitmen at World Without End. We tried contacting any known family members to no avail. We've received numerous tips concerning their whereabouts -- nothing. But you know why I decided not to suspend all 3 of your asses? Because the Worlds tag team champions want a piece of your ass at World Without End! Big POP. Cornette's whining turns to jubilee. He got what he's wanted for months, a tag team title return match. WATTS (CONT'D) Some critics out there will say you're being rewarded for your dirty deeds. Not true. Yes, the NNMX haven't had their automatic return title shot granted, and I gave serious thought to revoking that right as punishment, but when the champs came up to me and said we want this match, I gave it to them. The OAOAST is about the best facing the best, and without question GPX & the NNMX are two of the best tag teams in the world today. Last but certainly not least, we have added another match to tonight's card. Send a ref out from the back, because the NNMX are gonna be in tag team action right now! Cornette becomes incense. CORNETTE Whoa, whoa, whoa! Against who? WATTS Just a couple of good ol' boys who love that old-time rock 'n' roll. Good luck tonight and at World Without End. The opening notes to Bob Seger's "Old time Rock 'n' Roll" begins playing, and out come, to a very nice ovation...THE ROCK 'N' ROLL EXPRESS! * DING DING DING * BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, from the Darkside, weighing 465 pounds, Jim Cornette presents... "Sarcastic" Simon & "Narcissistic" Ned, the New New Midnight Express! Their opponents, from the Volunteer state, Ricky & Robert, the Rock 'n' Roll Express! Smiles on their faces, Ricky & Robert boogie down the aisles, slapping hands with many of the fans ringside. Jim Cornette's face is one of horror and disbelief. He throws a fit in the ring. Jumping up and down, throwing his racket to the ground, saying "No, no, no! Not them." COLE Oh, my! 5-time NWA & 10-time Smoky Mountain Wrestling tag team champions, the Rock 'n' Roll Express. Longtime fans remember the classic battles the Rock 'n' Roll Express had with the Midnight Express throughout the 1980s. It all began in 1984, when the Rock 'n' Roll Express were battling the Dennis Condrey/Bobby Eaton version of the Midnight Express. When Stan Lane replaced Condrey, the hatred between the two sides didn't subside, it grew. Only one of the Rock 'n' Rolls NWA tag title wins came at the hands of the Midnight Express. When Jim Cornette formed the Heavenly Bodies in Smoky Mountain Wrestling, he'd continue to battle the Rock 'n' Roll Express, trading the SMW tag titles a number of times. CABOOSE Is J.R. feeding you info from your headset? We all know you, Michael Cole. Don't tell me you knew that off-hand. COLE There were rumblings inside OAOAST Towers that Bill Watts was going to punishing the NNMX due to their actions last week. The the Rock 'n' Roll Express' name kept being brought up because of their history with Jim Cornette. The history between those two is incredible. CABOOSE Why didn't anybody bother to tell Jim Cornette about what was being planned at the offices? COLE Nobody likes him. COACH The Coach likes him. As Ricky & Robert enter the jungles of a OAOAST ring, they immediately come under fire from their younger opponents. The Rock 'n' Roll Express & the New New Midnight Express engage in a pier-six brawl, beating the hell out of each other with chops and punches. Both Midnights whipped into the ropes. BACK BODYDROP. Ricky Morton with a dropkick on "Sarcastic" Simon Singleton. Simon hightails it outside, leaving his partner to get clotheslined over the top rope to the arena floor. The Rock 'n' Roll Express remove their t-shirts and play up to the crowd. Their bodies look a little older, but their hearts still full of youthful spirit. Jim Cornette regroups outside with Simon & Ned. TRIPLE COCONUT! CABOOSE Illegal double-team! That's how you lose brainpower. Ricky & Robert high-five in the ring, while "Sarcastic" Simon & "Narcissistic" Ned pace outside. Gibson & Singleton will start things off for their respective teams. But not before Jim Cornette hops on the apron and has one final group meeting with his men. Collar-and-elbow tieup. Simon backs Gibson against the ropes. Singleton's forearm placed on the veteran's chest, dangerously close to the throat. Referee Charles Robinson calling for a clean break. Will we get one? Yes--no! Singleton tried to catch the wile veteran with that wicked right hand of his, but Robert Gibson moved out of the way, and now Simon's the one caught in the corner, getting nailed on the head with right hands, as the crowd counts the number of punches Gibson throws. Gibson hammering Singleton in the corner with kneelifts, then hip tossing him out of the corner. HEAD SCISSORS TAKEDOWN. Simon is taken down again with a head scissors. Gibson applies a wristlock. Tag made. Gibson extends Simon's arm out so Morton can come off the middle turnbuckle with a double axe handle. The wristlock is re-applied. Ricky Morton wrenches the arm, adding further pressure. Simon balls up the fist but Charles Robinson tells him to keep it open. You can tell Simon is thinking of ways to escape. He decides on a drop toe hold into a headlock, successfully freeing himself of the wristlock. Now, Morton is the one faced with escaping a hold. Simon gets caught with a back suplex. Ricky Morton with an armdrag. And another. Singleton nearly gets hip tossed to the other side of the ring. Ricky whips him into the corner. MONKEYFLIP! Sarcastic Simon staggers to his feet. Ricky hops on his shoulders, and brings him down with a HURRICARANA! 1... 2... KICK OUT! Ricky tags in Robert. DOUBLE-TEAM SUPLEX gets two. Jim Cornette & Narcissistic Ned are going crazy on the outside, upset about the illegal double-teaming. Simon swings and misses. ATOMIC DROP. Uh-oh. Sarcastic Simon is caught in the Rock 'n' Roll Express' corner. He's become a human punching bag, taking Ricky & Robert's best shots. The fans count allow as Robert Gibson smashes Simon's head into the top turnbuckle. Scoope slam, then the tag made to Ricky Morton. Robert positions himself in the corner, as Ricky climbs to the top. COACH They're going for the Rocket Launcher, guys! That's one of the Midnight Express' trademark moves. CABOOSE Gimmick infringement! I can't belive the referee is allowing all this illegal double-teaming. ROCKET LAUNCHER! 1... 2... NED BREAKS UP THE PIN. COACH Damn, the Midnights were one second away from losing to the Rock 'n' Roll Express. The Rock 'n' Roll Express! That would be like Jimmy Carter coming back and winning the Presidential election. CABOOSE Those two old farts ought be helping Carter build houses, not wrestling in a OAOAST ring! Charles Robinson orders Narcissistic Ned to return to his corner. Cornette is flipping out, because Robinson didn't say one word when the RNRs were double-teaming the NNMX. Cornette huffs and puffs at Robinson's direction, but Charles isn't backing down, standing his ground. COACH Charles in charge! COLE Look at him acting so big and bad. He thinks he's John Wayne or something. Simon & Ned are holding Cornette back, but he wants a piece of Robinson. COACH He's gettin' serious, M.C. COLE Oh, he took off his coat. How lovely. Charles Robinson takes off his referee's shirt, showing off his scrawny but battled tested physique. CABOOSE I can't believe Huey Lewis faciliated a fight between a referee & manager. COACH Fight! Fight! The RNRs & NNMX have become the cornermen for Charles Robinson & Jim Cornette. RNRs for Robinson, NNMX for their manager. Charles floats like a butterfly -- we'll soon find out if he stings like a bee. But we know he isn't Muhammad Ali. Robinson ducks a right -- a very weak-looking right -- from Cornette and comes back with jabs to Corny's meaty body. Charles bounces around the ring with his arms raised to the cheers of the crowd. Red-faced, Cornette takes a few steps back and points his index finger at Charles. "I must break you," he says. Cornette, letting out a war cry that sounds more like a woman faking an orgasm, charges Robinson. Charles moves out of the way and catches Cornette with a vicious 1-2 punch, knocking Cornette through the ropes. The crowd goes crazy for the knockout. The Rock 'n' Roll Express raise Charles' arms in the air. He soaks in the cheers before putting his ref's shirt back on. COACH Charles in charge of Corny's days and his nights. Sticking up for their fallen manager, the New New Midnight Express chase Charles Robinson around the ring, but he has backup -- the Rock 'n' Roll Express! Thumb to the eyes stop the RNRs in their tracks. The NNMX have Ricky & Robert in two seperate corners. They Irish-whip them towards each other, but Ricky leapfrogs over Robert and catches Ned with a DIVING CLOTHESLINE! Robert hits Simon with a FLYING FOREARM. Morton & Gibson drag the NNMX to the center of the ring and apply the figure-four. DOUBLE FIGURE-FOURS! Charles Robinson asks Narcissistic Ned whether he wants to quit. Shaking off the cobwebs, Jim Cornette rakes the eyes of Robert Gibson. Cornette trash-talks Ricky Morton from the outside, allowing Simon to discreetly climb to the top rope. Cornette smiles at Morton who turns his head to the other side of the ring...FLYING KNEEDROP! Morton lets go of the figure-four and rolls around in pain. Simon drove the knee right on his throat. Narcissistic Ned slides under the bottom rope and lies on the ring apron, holding his knee. Simon covers Morton. 1... 2... PIN BROKEN UP. Robert Gibson pulled Simon off. Ned stretches his knee on the apron. Simon with the tag. Ned shakes off his leg, enters the ring...SLINGSHOT SUPLEX! The NNMX with another quick tag. Ned launches Simon into the air... THE ROCKET LAUNCHER! CABOOSE That's how it's done. 1... 2... AGAIN, THE PIN IS BROKEN UP. COLE Obviously frustrated, Simon gets in Robert Gibson's face-- oh! Gibson with a right hand. Simon heads back to his corner for another quick tag. "Narcissistic" Ned Blanchard twirls his hips, then drops the forearm across the throat of Ricky Morton. Reverse chinlock applied. The strategy of the New New Midnight Express is simple: keep Ricky Morton near their corner, and from getting any breathers. Chants of "ROCK 'N' ROLL" kick up in the arena, but it's going to take more than 10,000-plus fans to help Ricky. CABOOSE Yeah. A jumper cable's more like it. COLE That doesn't even deserve a response. CABOOSE You being alive doesn't deserve the oxygen. Ricky Morton battles to his feet, the adrenaline beginning to kick in. Morton breaks free, but Ned keeps him near the NNMX's corner with a droptoe hold, and tags in Simon. Singleton off the ropes with an elbow drop to the back of the head. Textbook Midnight Express adopted by the new class. Kneedrop on the back of the neck, followed by a modified camel clutch. Simon doesn't have the arms draped across the knees, just wrenching the neck back. Robert Gibson rallies the crowd, giving his partner the strength to push up, but Simon uses his own body -- his BUTT -- to CANNONBALL THE BACK, keeping Morton grounded. Ricky attempt to push out of it again, but like before, Simon's BUTT crashes down on the back. "Give up, you piece of scum," Cornette shouts from ringside. Morton gives it one last go, his tongue hanging out of his mouth like a dog thristy for a drink of water. And just like the previous two times, "Sarcastic" Simon jumps up in the air, but instead of coming down on Morton's back, he comes CRASHING DOWN...on Ricky's SHINS. Simon is frozen over Ricky Morton. SMALL PACKAGE. 1... 2... NED WITH THE DOUBLE AXE HANDLE! COACH Another save! Both teams have had their fair share of saves. Cornette's probably lost about 20 pounds worrying. COLE Ricky is crawling to his corner. He's taking such a beating, now he has to make the tag. But can he? Does Ricky have enough left in him? "Narcissistic" Ned enters the ring and nails Robert Gibson with a reverse elbow, knocking him off the ring apron, then drags Ricky Morton back to the NNMX's corner. Jim Cornette keeps Charles Robinson distracted by theatening to hit Robert Gibson with the tennis racket, allowing Simon & Ned to whip Ricky into the ropes for THE FLAPJACK. COLE "NARCISSISTIC" NED WITH THE COVER! But he ISN'T THE LEGAL MAN! CABOOSE I saw a tag. Clear as day. 1... COLE I don't believe this. 2... Just as Charles Robinson's hand was about to come down for 3, he stops, telling Ned he isn't the legal man. Ned & Jim Cornette unsuccessfully argue a tag was made. Referee Charles Robinson starts administering the 5 count Ned has to return to his corner. In his final act, Blanchard bodyslams Ricky. Simon's perched on the top! FLYING LEGDROP... MISSES! COLE Simon was going for the Alabama Jam. Yes, he's from South Carolina, but the move is named after the perfector of the Alabama Jam -- "Beautiful" Bobby Eaton. This time Ricky won't bother crawling to his corner, he's gonna walk there. Narcissistic" Ned with A HANDFUL OF MULLET. BICYCLE KICK! Ned used Ricky's out of date, but trademark hairstyle, in effort to keep him from making the tag, but Ricky caught him with a bicycle kick. Morton sommersaults to his corner, making the HOT TAG! 1... 2... KICKOUT! COLE Whether the crowd knew who the Rock 'n' Roll Express were before this bout, they sure do now. A thunderous ovation for the tag. CABOOSE When you have two great teams in the ring, nothing beats the excitement of tag team wrestling. Maybe I should come out of retirement and form a tag team. Nah. I'd rather sit here and collect the huge paychecks I get just for working 2 hours a week. Gibson comes in a house afire. Both Midnights go down. Bodyslam. One for Simon as well. Gibson ducks a clothesline, hitting Ned with one of his own. Simon swings through a right -- atomic drop. Back suplex gets two. Kneelift sends Ned outside. Simon with a SWINGING NECKBREAK-- no, Gibson countered it into a BACKSLIDE. 1... 2... KICKOUT! Ricky joins his partner. They're waiting for Simon to get up. CABOOSE No, don't tell me. This move makes me more sick than Hogan's big boot/legdrop combo. DOUBLE DROPKICK! CABOOSE I feel like throwing up. COACH I feel like makin' love. CABOOSE Hey, that's the first word you've spoken in over 10 minutes. And not surprising, it was about sex. When you have a kid, I'm sure his first word will be "boner." COLE This could be it. The longtime finishing double-team move of the Rock 'n' Roll Express! A move that has won them many matches over the last 20 years. Ricky Morton counts along with the fans and referee. 1... 2... Jim Cornette takes a swing at Ricky Morton's legs with the tennis racket. Morton pulls Cornette up onto the ring apron. Robert Gibson has "Sarcastic" Simon pinned in the ring, he's slamming his hand on the mat, but the referee is trying to set Cornette free. Gibson is on his knees screaming for the referee to count the fall. "Narcissistic" Ned sneaks up from behind... SUPERKICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD. Simon cradles Gibson. Morton pops Cornette, the referee turns around, Ned pulls Ricky down and holds his legs. Charles Robinson with the count. 1... 2... 3! * DING DING DING DING * Ricky Morton dives on Simon, but it's too late. BUFFER The winners of the match, "Sarcastic" Simon & "Narcissistic" Ned, the New New Midnight Express! COLE Ricky Morton is confused. The Rock 'n' Roll Express hit "Sarcastic" Simon with the double dropkick, a move that has won them countless matches over the course of 20 years, and it looked like Ricky & Robert would make a successful debut in the OAOAST, but you can never count out a Jim Cornette-led team. HELDDOWN~!REPLAY Presented by Star Wars Trilogy DVD Available now! Jim Cornette uses the racket to swing at Ricky Morton's legs... Cornette pulled onto the ring apron... Gibson has Singleton pinned in the ring... slamming his hand on the mat, but the referee is busy with Ricky Morton & Jim Cornette... On his knees, Gibson is screaming for the referee... SUPERKICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD... Simon with the cradle... Morton punches Cornette, the referee turns around, Ned pulls Ricky down as Charles Robinson counts to 3. CABOOSE (Voice Over) Being a managerial genius, Cornette distracted Ricky Morton, allowing "Narcissistic" Ned to hit Robert Gibson with a superkick. Simon cradles Gibson, 1-2-3. The NNMX go to the pay winda, as the "American Dream" Dusty Rhodes would say in public, if you will. COLE Let's go back to the ring! The New New Midnight Express have attacked the Rock 'n' Roll Express from behind. That's one awful habit they've developed. Jim Cornette hammers Ricky Morton with the racket. Simon & Ned are working over Robert Gibson pretty good. The crowd goes wild. THE GLOBAL PARTY XCHANGE! GPX & the NNMX slug it out in the ring. Neither team giving an inch. Jim Cornette sneaks behind Johnny "Jam" Jackson with the racket cocked, but the Rock 'n' Roll Express rip it out of Cornette's hands and deck him. Ricky & Robert join Scotty & Johnny in taking care of the NNMX. Ricky & Scotty and Robert & Johnny pair off... DOUBLE DROPKICK on the New New Midnight Express! Simon & Ned bail out of the ring. Old school sharing the spotlight with new school. COLE Oh, yeah! Rock 'n' roll will live forever! CABOOSE Oh, shut up. You sound as bad as J.R. before he was saved by being around two men who live in the fastlane. COACH I liked that show. It had Kelly, from Saved by the Bell, on it CABOOSE Where is it now, hmm? COACH The Coach thinks it ought be on TVLand. Classic show. 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... Cornette goes nutty when Ricky Morton throws his tennis racket into the crowd. The RNRs say "I love you" in sign language. James E. Cornette responds with his own form of sign language -- his middle finger. The Global Party XChange & the Rock 'n' Roll Express boogie in the ring, as we... (Cut to the backstage area, where Josh Matthews is standing by with the Bryant Cousins.) JOSH I'm Josh Matthews, standing by with two of the men that are going to be competing for a shot at the HI-YAH Jr. Heavyweight Title at World Without End tonight, Sean and Alex Bryant. Your guys' thoughts? SEAN Yo, wazzup, J-Math? Click this on your browser: you see, me and Alex here, we be a unit. We be blood, yo. Understandin' me here, Jo-Ma? Tonight, servitiude is gonna go down, slice on the back-low! Ninja ninja what what! (does random spinny breakdance move on floor then pops up and grabs Josh's microphone) Tonight, just like Josh here just got...you foo's are gonna get SERVED! ALEX (Directs Josh's microphone towards his mouth) I don't really say much; I usually let my work in the ring do my talking. But tonight, Tethers Brothers...we're not going into that match as two wrestlers seperately wanting a shot at the most prestigious lightweight wrestling title in the world. We're a team first and foremost; a team that doesn't like you. I don't care if I have to stretch you into a pretzel, drop you on your heads, or tie you up in a ball and roll you on your shoulders in one of the ways I've figured out how to during my private sessions, "having fun" with the students over at the Malibu School. The fact of the matter is, no matter which one of us gets the job done, we will defeat you. The time for talking is overwith. (The Bryants walk off-set.) JOSH There you have it, folks. We'll be back with more of OAOAST HeldDOWN here from the Baltimore Civic center. (go to break) (return from break) Edited October 22, 2004 by Patty O'Green Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 22, 2004 COLE Wait, folks, let’s take this to the back. I’m getting word that Jackie Gayda is trying to catch up with Drek Stone for an interview. CABOOSE Oh, this should be good. *The camera cuts away to Jackie running down the hallway trying to catch up with Drek, who is leisurely pulling a suitcase further into the arena* JACKIE Drek……..Drek! Can I get a quick word with you? Drek slowly stops, drops the suitcase onto the floor, and stares into the camera. DREK …..no. Drek then picks up his suitcase and starts to walk down the hallway again, until Jackie runs further down the hall to catch him. JACKIE Well, maybe more than one quick word. Drek, can I get your thoughts on this Round Robin controversy? What are your thoughts about being tied with Panther for first place, heading into November? This time, Drek seems to take the question a little more seriously. Politely dropping his baggage to the ground once again, he takes a moment to smooth out his suit and eyeball Jackie for a few seconds. He then finally decides to address the people. DREK My thoughts on this Round Robin will be made known tonight, when I expose Panther for being the absolute fraud that he is. I deserve to be going for that Heavyweight title shot - NOT HIM. And I’m going to prove that later on HeldDown. There you go, doll. There’s your Edward R. Murrow award winning interview. Once again, I’m friggin improving things for everyone around here. Once again, Drek picks up his luggage and begins to roll it down towards the locker room. This time, Jackie doesn’t stop him. She lets him continue to walk towards the back double doors as the camera slowly fades away. (TO THE ARENA WITH GUSTO!) COACH Welcome back. It's now time for a tag team elimination bout between the Tetherses and the Bryants. These two teams have actually been feuding since late-July, when Sean Bryant split off from the Rave and Assault Squad and formed a team with his prodigical cousin Alex. COLE But the interesting thing is...I don't think these two teams have ever squared off in a two-on-two format on television yet. COACH That's not the only interesting thing in this match. You see, whoever scores the final pinfall, whether it be the only survivor on a team, or just the one guy on his team to send the last guy packing, gets a shot at Yuji Chusaki's HI-YAH Jr. Heavyweight Title at World Without End, certainly a great honor. COLE Without any further ado, let's go to the ring! ("Bully" starts up, and the Bryant Cousins come out to the ring. Alex walks to the ring calmly, adjusting the athletic tape on his wrists as Sean ecstatically hops around all over the place, yelling harsh words at the fans.) BUFFER The following is an elimination tag team bout, with the winner of the final fall going on to meet Yuji Chusaki for the HI-YAH Jr. Title at World Without End. Introducing first, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at a combined weight of 357 pounds...the team of "Trick Style" Sean and "The Grappler" Alex...the Bryants! COACH These two are total contrasts to each other: Sean's a loud, abrasive aerial-based competitor who is as flashy as they get, and Alex is a quiet but violent technical wizard who is in there to get his job done, not show off. COLE Speaking of getting the job done, we've heard through the grapevine that Alex Bryant's actually been working out at the Malibu School of Wrestling lately, as the Bryants' rich uncle has paid Zack off so that his nephews can get ring time with Zack's young students, and Alex has been constantly working on various unusual pinning combinations, which he claims is now his key to becoming the top wrestler in this company, tag team or otherwise. We'll see if the training has helped any tonight! ("Roll On" by the Living End starts up, as Nate and Mikey Tethers come out to their new entrance music. They slap hands with the fans as they run down the aisle before sliding into the ring.) *BELL RINGS* Alex Bryant starts off in the ring with Nate Tethers. Nate claps his hands together, getting the crowd to do a big group clap to get behind him. Alex and Nate then lock up in center-ring. Alex gracefully puts Nate in a headlock. Alex switches arms on the headlock, and brings Nate over with a headlock takeover. Alex then quickly lets go of the grounded headlock and grabs onto Nate's leg before he can do anything. Alex comes to his feet, and starts twisting Nate's ankle. COLE This kid is so fast at just moving around the ring; I'm honestly shocked that he's only been wrestling professionally for thirteen months. Nate is somehow able to balance himself on one leg and rise to his feet, but Alex drives him back down with a legsweep before rolling him onto his stomach by the leg and going into a grounded waistlock. Alex then hooks Nate's head and near leg to roll him into a ball-and-chain cradle, but rolls him to a sitting position before the referee can go down to count. Alex stands and brings Nate down to a laying position with a side headscissors. COACH The point behind sitting him up before locking it in is that he can bring the leg down across Nate's throat before applying it, which is one of the only ways I think a throat strike is legal. Nate struggles before moving to a front position, where he's basically bent over directly in front of Alex while still in the headscissors. Nate then does a headstand to try and escape, but Alex latches onto Nate's mid-section to keep him attached. Alex rolls and puts Nate onto his stomach before going into a grounded front facelock. Alex then slowly rises while keeping it applied, and switches his grip to lift Nate and drop him with a vertical suplex before transitioning into a rear chinlock. COLE The way this guy chains together moves sometimes amazes me. Alex pulls him up with the chinlock and goes into a headlock. But, Nate quickly gets out by shoving Alex off to the ropes. Alex throws a running clothesline, but Nate ducks it. Alex stops in the center of the ring and Nate goes off to the ropes. When he runs back, he dives at Alex like he's going for a clothesline, but then turns himself around and hits a flying reverse DDT! COACH Haven't seen that one before! Nate comes to his feet immediately, as Alex stumbles up a second or two later. Alex walks right into a big hiptoss by Nate. Alex comes up again, oblivious to where he's at, and Nate dives at him, landing in wheelbarrow position. Nate pushes up off of the mat, and grabs Alex's head to drive him down to the mat with a bulldog facedrop onto his knee! Alex stumbles around in a circle while holding his face before being whipped off to the ropes. Coming back, Alex runs right into a high dropkick from Nate Tethers! COLE Is that the Nike logo imbedded on the side of Alex Bryant's face? Both competitors come back up, with Bryant holding his face. Nate lifts Alex and slams him down to the mat. Nate then runs and comes off of the ropes to nail a rolling senton across Alex's chest. Nate immediately pops off of the mat and climbs to the top rope, immediately coming off with a falling kneedrop to the chest. Nate then pulls Alex up, and sends him back with a Russian legsweep. Nate immediately gets up and comes off the ropes, where he takes two steps forward and hits a flipping legdrop. Nate goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Nate pulls Alex up and connects with a series of punches to the face that send him back into the ropes. Nate whips Alex odff, and hits a big spinning wheel kick. After being hit with it, Alex rolls to the outside quickly while holding his face. COACH Nate Tethers' fast-paced defense here isn't giving "The Grappler" enough time to think. Alex Bryant shrugs himself off before going back into the ring slowly. He then sticks his hand out, in a challenge for a Greco-Roman knucklelock. Nate sticks his hand out to grab on for the knucklelock, but Alex pulls him in and rakes his eyes. Alex hooks Nate and brings him down with a waistlock takedown. Alex goes right back to the front facelock and pulls him up with it. COLE The whole point of throwing him down just to pull him off is that it throws the opponent's body and brain off, with all the sudden movements in opposite directions, confusing him into a false state of balance. Alex pulls Nate to the Bryants' corner and tags in his cousin Sean. Alex twists around and snapmares Nate, leaving him right open for a snap dropkick to the spine. Sean enters the ring then by hitting a twisting slingshot liftoff into a moonsault over the top rope, wowing the crowd and going for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Sean pulls Nate up, and chops him across the chest. He whips Nate to the ropes, and delivers a spectacular spinning wheel kick rotation in mid-air into a hurricanrana! Sean hops on Nate for the pin, but barely gets a two-count. Sean pulls Nate up to a sitting position, and puts one foot on Nate's shoulders, using it to flip off of and deliver a moonsault headbutt to Nate's stomach! COLE I wish this guy would start doing moves that we can name! Sean pulls Nate up, and shoves him into a neutral corner. Bryant follows up with two thrust kicks to the chest before hitting a beautiful tiger wall flip (walking/kicking up the opponent's upper torso and backflipping off)! As soon as he lands on his feet, he connects with a spinning wheel kick to his cornered opponent. Sean hairmares Nate down to the mat, making sure he's sitting. Sean goes to the second rope and connects with a stiff flying toe kick to the back of the head! COACH As bad as this kid's attitude is, he's been blessed with some of the most incredible athletic talents I've honestly ever seen. Sean rises to grab Nate's ankle and drag him to the Bryants' corner, where he tags in his cousin Alex. Both Alex and Sean then lift Nate off the mat by the legs, and nail a painful-looking inverted double powerbomb into the corner! Sean goes to the apron, as Alex connects with a vicious European uppercut while pulling Nate up to a standing position. Alex then lifts Nate onto his shoulders and nails a beautiful Finley Roll (rolling senton/Samoan Drop combo) before coming to his feet while KEEPING AHOLD of Nate on his shoulders. He flips Nate over his neck, and brings him down in a vicious backbreaker variation! COLE Some of this stuff that Alex Bryant does in the ring is proof of the evolution of wrestling: not just the aerial mind-blowing stuff that his cousin Sean does, but just the way he can add the smallest touches to ordinary moves, or do something with a move that might seem obvious to think of after he does it, but might not have been thought possible before he broke it out. Alex pulls Nate off of the mat, and performs a nice snap suplex. Alex rises to his feet, runs, comes off of the ropes, and hits a quick jumping kneedrop. He goes for the cover, but without hooking the leg... 1... 2... Kickout. TRACY SMOTHERS Hook the leg, man. COLE WHOA, where'd you come from? TRACY SMOTHERS ::exits:: Alex pulls Nate up, gutwrenches him, and slams him down to the mat back-first. Alex comes off of the ropes, but keeps running instead of doing something to the fallen Nate Tethers, other than stepping on him while running. Alex hops on the middle rope, looking to be going for a Lionsault...before holding onto the top rope and just standing there to flip off the crowd. COACH C'mon now! The point is to win the match, not anger the fans! Alex climbs down and pulls Nate up, only to shove him in a neutral corner. Alex connects with a big knee to the mid-section. He pulls Nate out to lift him and hit a bridging fallaway slam for the pin... 1... 2... Kickout. Alex rolls back onto his feet, lifting Nate up in slam position with him. He has Sean slap the back of his hand to tag himself in. Sean goes down to one knee, and Alex hits a Hero Sandwich (slam swung around into Rock Bottom) onto Sean's knee! Alex goes to the apron as Sean pulls Nate up. He slaps Nate in the face as a sign of disrespect before snapmaring him over to a seated position. Sean comes off of the ropes and connects with a low dropkick to Nate's face. COLE Sean's lack of size is more than made up for by the speed and velocity he can get on stuff like that. Sean dives onto the middle rope right after kipping up, and hits an incredible Lion-Legdrop (Lionsault twisted in mid-flip into a flying legdrop). Sean goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Sean pulls Nate up to his feet, and hits a jawbreaker, which he uses the momentum of coming back up to his feet to nail a dropsault that sends Nate back into the Bryants' corner. Sean tags Alex back in, who lifts Nate up in spinebuster-form. Sean comes off of the ropes, leaps over Alex's head, and hits a ass splash to Nate's chest that sends him down hard. COACH The double-teaming on Nate so far has been quite well-worked. Alex rolls through for a jackknife pin as soon as Sean pops off and goes to the apron... 1... 2... Kickout. Alex pulls Nate up, and lifts him for a slam. But, he then swings Nate around and drops him gut-first onto his bent knee. Alex floats that right into a Russian legsweep, which he chains into an Octopus Hold! But, Nate is able to use his abnormally long legs (at least for his frame) to scoot around and reach the ropes quickly. Alex is up quickly, and won't let Nate get up on his own accord, sending him down with a knee strike to the side of the head as he tries to get up. COLE They're just not letting Nate Tethers get anything in. Alex pulls Nate up and hooks him in a headlock to drag him back to the Bryants' corner. Alex tags in Sean, who immediately connects with a dropkick to the side of Nate's stomach. Sean grabs Nate from Alex, who goes to the apron, and snapmares him before hitting a standing Whisper in the Wind (turnaround senton). He goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Sean argues with the referee for about five seconds before pulling Nate up, and whipping him off to the ropes. When he comes back, Sean dives at him, but in a split second, Nate catches him and drops him head-first with a Michinoku Driver II (TAKA's finisher in America)! But, Nate's way too weakened to cradle the legs for the cover. COLE Both men look to be crawling to their corners, something that they should definately be doing. The referee's counting them down, but the crowd cheering for Nate to tag out is overriding his voice. Sean gets to his corner first and tags out to Alex...and Alex gets to Nate in the nick of time, dragging him center-ring by the ankle before pulling him up. He hooks Nate in a half-nelson, and drives him down gut-first across his knee. Nate comes to his feet, dazed, as Alex comes off of the ropes. Alex takes Nate's head off with a huge Yakuza kick, and goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Alex pulls Nate up, and lifts him for a vertical suplex before dropping him down in a gutbuster variation. He pulls Nate up fully to his feet, and shoves him backwards, causing him to bounce back forward via the ropes and right into a shoulder charge to the stomach. Alex Bryant lifts Nate up onto his shoulders in Samoan drop fashion, and shoots him up, falling backwards himself with both knees up, causing Nate to fall stomach-first onto his knees! COACH That's gotta hurt! Alex pulls Nate up to his feet, and locks in an abdominal stretch. But, he falls back to a seated position and rolls Nate onto his shoulders for a pinning predicament... 1... 2... Kickout! Alex rolls through immediately into a seated abdominal stretch. Nate can't find an escape, so he starts kicking upward with his free leg, connecting with a few knees to Alex's face. He then is able to get enough momentum to wrap his leg around Alex's head, and force him to break the hold by rolling him into an inverted victory roll cradle... 1... 2... Kickout! Both competitors come up, and Nate goes for a flying headscissors. But, Alex puts him back down on his feet and hits a reverse DDT. He pulls Nate up, and pulls Nate's arms behind his back while placing one foot in the small of Nate's back before rolling onto his own back and putting the other foot in his back, forming a sick-looking inverted surfboard. Sean springboards to the top rope, and comes crashing down on Nate's stomach at a sick angle! COACH WHAT THE HELL? The crowd chants "NICE!" at what they just saw, as Sean runs back to his corner immediately, and Alex scoots over to tag him in. He immediately goes for the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Sean's in shock from the kickout! He pulls Nate up, and hooks him for an Ace Crusher before turning it around into a falling reverse DDT. Sean then comes off of the ropes, and hits a mind-blowing running 450 splash! He goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. He pulls Nate up, and shoves him into a neutral corner. He grabs his arm and pulls him out of the corner, before pulling him back in with a turnaround whip into a hurricanrana that sends him face-first into the middle turnbuckle! Sean quickly pulls him down, laying in front of the corner. Sean gets in the corner, slings up, and hits an incredible corkscrew split-legged moonsault! He goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Sean immediately tags in Alex after the kickout, who pulls Nate up and lifts him onto his shoulders. He tosses him off, and dumps him onto Sean's knee gut-first. Alex pulls Nate off of the mat as Sean goes to the apron, and connects with yet another European uppercut. Alex then lifts Nate over his shoulder, looking to be going for an over-the-shoulder powerslam. But, he then drops down to his knees, basically dropping Nate gut-first onto his shoulder. COLE Nice variation of the gutbuster... COACH Haven't they all been? Alex then comes off of the ropes and hits a running double-kneedrop to the stomach before slowly pulling Nate up, wasting a whole lot of time jawing with the official. He then lifts Nate up to go for the Border City Driver (cross-legged fisherman's Michinoku Driver), but Nate's able to fight his way out and roll Alex into a pinning predicament... 1... 2... Kickout! Both competitors come off of the mat, and Nate connects with a discus backhand strike to Alex's face. Alex pops up, and both competitors go down via stereo flying forearms to the face. They then slowly crawl towards their corners, hoping to get the tags in... COLE Maybe Nate can actually get the tag out this time to his fresh partner, Mikey... They both get closer and closer to their partners, and the crowd claps in unison, trying to encourage Nate to tag out...and Alex tags out to Sean first! Sean dives at Nate, but fails, as Nate finally gets the hot tag to his brother Mikey, and the crowd erupts! COACH Mikey Tethers has finally entered the match! He comes in, fists-a-fury, sending Sean back into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. He whips Sean off to the ropes, and Sean goes for a flying headscissors, but Mikey reverses with a quesadora (tilt-a-whirl backbreaker)! Mikey pulls Sean up, and connects with ten repeated, loud chops to the chest, switching off hands on each one. COLE OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! He whips Sean off to the ropes, and hits a nice rydeen bomb (Sky High/armpit-lift sitdown bomb). But, he doesn't stay with it, and immediately comes back up to his feet. Sean stumbles up to his feet, and walks right into a series of punches to the face. He then gets whipped off to the ropes, and runs right into a front dropkick that sends him through the ropes and to the floor. COACH When you're wrestling guys like Nate and Mikey Tethers, and they're elevated above you, you're in no-man's land! Mikey comes off the ropes on the other side of the ring, and runs towards the side that Sean's on. Alex puts his leg out between the top and middle ropes, trying to intercept any dives...but Mikey dives over the top rope, bypassing the block and hitting an amazing tope con hilo (flip dive over the top rope) onto Sean! The crowd chants "O-A-OAST!" at the great dive. COLE niceNICE! Mikey gets up and pulls Alex Bryant off of the apron, immediately sending him down with a superkick to the jaw. He then throws Sean back into the ring and goes to the apron, where he springboards to the top rope and connects with a beautiful flipping senton. He goes for the pin... 1.... 2.... Kickout! Mikey immediately pulls Sean up, and lifts him for a side suplex. But, he flips him over his back and brings him down in a bulldog! COACH Very Teddy Hart-like there... He goes for the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Mikey pulls Sean up, and lifts him for a slam. But, he then tosses Sean up and brings him down hard with a sitdown powerbomb! Cover... 1... 2... Alex slides back into the ring out of nowhere and breaks it up! Alex pulls Mikey up and whips him off to the ropes, as the referee's quickly losing control of this bout. Mikey leapfrogs Alex on the way back and puts the brakes on. Alex turns around, and walks right into a spinning wheel kick from Mikey. Sean has stumbled up to his feet and runs at Mikey. But, Mikey sees him coming, and brings him down with a hiptoss backbreaker! COLE Mikey Tethers is like a house of fire! Mikey signals to the air, and goes to the top rope. He looks around at the crowd to get support, but takes too much time, as Alex is able to pop onto his feet and run into the top rope to crotch Mikey. He climbs to the middle rope and hooks Mikey for a superplex. But, right then, Nate rushes back into the ring and forearms Alex in the back before setting him up on his shoulders in an electric chair... COACH What could they be setting up here? Mikey rises to his feet on the top rope while turning around. He then reaches back and hooks Alex's head over his shoulder. He flips backwards....DOOMSDAY SLICED BREAD #2! When landing, Mikey lands in moonsault-like fashion on Sean, who he then goes for the pin on... 1... 2.... THREE! BUFFER Sean Bryant has been eliminated! COLE Folks...this might not look good... The camera closes in on Sean, showing that when Mikey landed, he somehow crashed down on Sean's arm, snapping it in half just about. COACH I'm being told that our bosses want us to go to a commercial break while we get this whole thing settled. We'll be back in a few. (COMMERCIAL BREAK) COLE We're back. During the break, Sean Bryant, who suffered what looks to be an unfortunate arm injury as an effect of the amazing double-team Sliced Bread #2 on his partner, was helped to the back right after elimination. COACH The only positive, if we can say that, is that it's given the other three time to rest, and now that they're in their corners and Sean's being taken care of in the back, we can restart the match. *DING* Alex charges at both Bryants, but he runs into a double boot to the mid-section. COLE It looks like the referee's just going to let this go as is, without any tagging. Both Bryants latch onto Alex, and hit a big double gutwrench suplex. Nate and Mikey immediately come to their feet, as Nate gives Mikey his foot. Mikey then launches Nate's foot up, assisting his brother in a big moonsault. Nate goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Nate pulls Alex up, and whips him off to the ropes. Alex comes back, and runs right into a tilt-a-whirl lift into over-the-shoulder powerslam positioning. Mikey hooks Alex's head and arm, and both Tetherses bring him down with a double-team elevated Flatliner. Both Tetherses come up, and Nate jumps into wheelbarrow position on Mikey, who then lifts his brother up and drops him with a cannonball senton onto Alex Bryant! COLE He just used his brother as a weapon! Mikey then leaps to the second rope, and hits a turnaround legdrop. He goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Mikey lifts Alex up, and hooks Alex's head over his shoulder. Nate grabs Mikey's leg, and flips him over, helping him hit a standing Sliced Bread #2! Cover! 1... 2... KICKOUT! Nate and Mikey get up, and literally discuss their next move. Nate then pulls Alex up, as Mikey goes to the top rope. Nate then lifts Alex up in an electric chair on his shoulders. Mikey yells "IT'S OVER!" and launches off the top rope. But, Alex swings and hits Mikey in the nuts in mid-air! Alex immediately fights his way out of the electric chair with repeated punches to the top of Nate's skull. COLE That's a first! Alex walks over to Mikey, who's holding himself on the ground, and pulls him up. He lifts him cross-legged, and nails the Border City Driver! Alex cradles the legs... 1... 2... THREE! BUFFER Mikey Tethers has been eliminated! COLE It's down to Nate Tethers and Alex Bryant: who will get the shot at the HI-YAH Jr. Heavyweight Title at World Without End?!?! Alex immediately gets ahold of Nate, who he kicks in the stomach and forces down on all fours before doing the La Magistral arm crank and sitting back to roll Nate on his shoulders... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE I think that's one of those odd pinning combinations he's been working on at the Malibu School. Both competitors come up, and Alex acts like he's going to throw a forearm, causing Nate to duck and leaving him wide open for an Oklahoma Roll... 1... 2... Kickout! Both competitors come up, and Alex puts Nate in a rear waistlock. He then goes into a reverse pumphandle (hooking both of the opponent's arms under his own legs) and flips him onto his back. Alex hops over Nate, and bridges back, tucking Nate's legs up at his shoulders... 1... 2... Kickout! Both competitors come up, and Alex scores with a double legsweep. He keeps ahold of the legs, and falls forward into an Alligator Press (falls forward, forcing weight to push opponent's legs down so that his ankles are touching his shoulders)... 1.... 2... Kickout! Both come back up, and Alex kicks Nate in the stomach. He grabs Nate's far arm and steps over it before hooking the far arm and rolling forward, trapping Nate in a crucifix-type manuever... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Both come up again, and Alex hops over Nate's shouders, hooking himself around Nate for a Code Red. But, Alex sends his momentum backwards to roll Nate forward and into a sunset cradle... 1... 2... Kickout! Both competitors come up again, but Nate ducks a punch from Alex. Nate then hops up on Alex's shoulders and goes for a reverse hurricanrana. But, Alex keeps ahold of Nate in the electric chair and bridges back with an ocean cyclone suplex!... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Alex pulls a dazed and dizzied Nate up, and hooks him for a Russian legsweep. But, he then rolls Nate forward and into an inverted side cradle... 1.... 2.... KICKOUT! Both competitors come up, and Alex bends down for a legsweep. But, Nate leaps over him and goes for a sunset flip! However, Alex sits down and hooks Nate's legs for a pinning cradle of his own... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Both competitors come up, and Alex ducks underneath an attempted clothesline, hooking the arm while doing so. He brings Nate down with a sitdown backslide... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Nate rolls out of it and knees Alex in the face before Alex can get back up to his feet. He pulls Alex up and hooks him in a front facelock. Alex then jumps to the second rope and spins while jumping, trying to go for a tornado DDT. However, Alex is able to shift the momentum and put Nate in fireman's position to reverse, before bridging back into a bridged Samoan Drop pin... 1.... 2.... Kickout! Alex goes for the sunset flip as soon as he gets to his feet, and brings Nate over. But instead of sticking with it, he starts rolling around in a circle around the ring, spinning Nate's entire body with his legs in a move called the Kiwi Roll. He stops after ten rotations and keeps him down for the pin... 1... 2.... KICKOUT! Alex comes up immediately, and Nate follows, albeit really dizzy. Alex pulls him in by the arm and tries to take him down for the Border City Stretch (crossface, but with the arm usually hooked between the attacker's leg put behind his neck), but Nate sees it coming and rolls out. Both competitors quickly back up to their feet, and Alex scores with a snapmare out of nowhere. He keeps Nate in a seated position and puts his legs around Nate's head before hooking his toes under Nate's thighs and sitting down on his BUTT for a pinning predicament... 1.... 2.... THREE! BUFFER Your winner of the contest, and going on to meet Yuji Chusaki at World Without End for the HI-YAH Jr. Heavyweight Title, Alex Bryant! COLE He said he would do it in the interview backstage, and he did it! Alex Bryant showcased some of those odd pinning combinations that we've heard he's been practicing, and they paid off well. COACH So, it'll be Chusaki vs. Alex Bryant for the HI-YAH Junior Heavyweight Title, Sunday, October 31st, live on Pay-Per-View...it's the high-flying foreign sensation against the mat technicican prodigy! More HD in Three! (Go to break) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 22, 2004 (Return from break) The fans boo as the camera cuts to a scene of Hoff sitting in the back, in his street clothes, eyes locked on a TV set with a VCR attached. Hoff looks exceedingly focused as the images flash on-screen. COLE There's Hoff, who will-- CABOOSE Shut it, Cole! Let me handle this. Ladies and gentlemen, there he is, the #1 contender to the World Heavyweight Championship, the future of the sport of professional wrestling, and OUR NEXT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD, HOFF!! COLE You're amazing. COACH How long have you been waiting to bust that one out, 'Booze? CABOOSE Since Tuesday, actually. COACH Nice. Hoff furows his brow slightly, stroking his goatee as he watches the film intently. The audio can be picked up faintly... COLE What a move by Crystal! COACH Hey Mikey, that's you! CABOOSE Oh, you simp... COACH What a great series of moves by both competitors, but Crystal getting the upper-hand! COLE Such smooth technique by the champion. She's a master in that ring. COLE Hoff apparently studying some film of Crystal! COACH Well it's no secret that Hoff is pretty focused for the impending title match at World Without End! CABOOSE You damn right he is. COLE We've got word that our own Josh Matthews is about to ask Hoff for a comment on last week's events. The camera pulls out to reveal J. Math stepping into frame, a microphone in his hand. MATTHEWS Hoff, if I could have a word with you... The big man ignores Matthews, or doesn't hear him. Either way, he doesn't spare Josh a glance. MATTHEWS Hoff, just a moment of your time... Hoff rolls his eyes before aiming a remote control at the television. Hoff presses a button, and the television set goes black. Hoff then stands up, looking down at Josh with disdain. MATTHEWS Hoff, a lot of people have been wondering if what Crystal said last week got inside your head at all. Hoff smirks, and grabs the mic from Josh. HOFF You think that Crystal's inside of my head? Josh swallows hard. MATTHEWS Well, I mean, a lot of people...people were saying, maybe... Hoff cuts Josh off. HOFF Josh, I admit. I've got Crystal on the brain. All I can think about is Halloween night, looking at her from across the ring, moments before the start of the match of my career. I'm obsessed, Josh. Zack and I might be at each others' throats, but I understand where he's coming from. The want, the desire to have that title consumes you. It eats away at you. Do you understand? MATTHEWS Ye-- HOFF You don't, and you couldn't. Josh, when I was the 24/7 champion...I might not have been the most honorable man on the roster, but I was PROUD, Josh! I wore that title with pride and I defended it each night to the best of my ability. And as proud as I am of that feat, and as much as it meant to me, this sensation I'm feeling now is a world apart. To know, to taste victory, to know that you're ten days and three seconds away from being the man...that's a feeling like nothing else on Earth. The longing...the anticipation. So, yeah, Josh. Crystal is in my head. But as to what she said last week...forget about it. I'm past that. MATTHEWS But you're-- Hoff again grabs the mic away. HOFF Let me address this to Crystal, because I know you're listening. Crystal, you made one hell of a mistake last week. I gotta admit, I'm a pretty cocky guy. But you got me thinking, Crystal. You got me thinking that maybe just waltzing into World Without End with no game plan wouldn't be enough. So I've been here all day, and all week, I've been watching tapes, studying you. I'm getting to know you, Crystal. Every move, every hold, every counter. And I'm working. Working harder than I ever have to get better, and to adapt...to adapt to you. Let me assure you of one thing: the next time we step in this ring, I'll be ready. Hoff turns his focus back to Josh. HOFF Josh, look in my eyes. JOSH Okay... HOFF What do you see? JOSH I see-- HOFF I'll tell you what you see. You see greatness. You see talent. You see the future. But what you don't see is fear. Tell me, and tell me the truth now: do you see any fear in my eyes? JOSH Well, no. HOFF No...you don't. But not only don't you see fear, you don't see any arrogance, do you, Josh? Josh looks long and hard into Hoff's eyes. JOSH Well...I guess not. HOFF (to the camera) Crystal, you've changed me. You've made me better, made me stronger. You've created a monster, and now you've got to ask yourself, "how do I slay the beast?" You don't, Crystal. You can't any longer. All you can do is wait, and enjoy your last week as the World Champion, because I am coming for you, and I am going to take your title. No fear, no arrogance. No Thrillogy, either. Just me and you, the hunter and the hunted, the champion and the demon. Your days are numbered. I hope you enjoy them, because at World Without End your world is going to change, and your title will become mine. It's like I've said all along...Hoff is the future...and the future has arrived. Hoff stares into the camera, and the shot zooms in on his eyes, and fades to black. (Go to the arena) "Bound for the Floor" starts up and the boobirds come out in full force. COLE These fans are all over Chris Stevens tonight. COACH Well, can you blame 'em, after what he said last week? COLE No I-- CABOOSE Yes I can. Chris Stevens was telling it like it is and these whiny people took offense. COLE Stop it. Stevens walks out onto the stage, scowling. He walks down the ramp, refusing to slap any hands, even shying away from one zealous fan. Michael Buffer cues up the intros... BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way down the aisle, weighing in at 218 pounds...Chrrrr-is Stevens!!! Stevens slides into the ring under the bottom rope, then pops to his feet. Stevens holds his arms out, mockingly trying to pump up the crowd, who jeer in return. COLE Stevens said some horrible things last week about our fans, but that's nothing compared to what he did to Phoenix! The montiors, and TV sets of America, cut quickly to footage of Stevens laying out the luchadore, Phoenix, from behind with a steel chair. COACH Well at least we're finally gonna see this match, and maybe now Phoenix will have a chance for revenge! The fans' reaction dies down as Stevens' music dies off...then picks up as the masked man steps onto the stage! "Take to Flight" kicks in, and the fans go wild! COACH Phoenix made a lot of friends last week! CABOOSE Please. Phoenix waves the crowd up, and this time they get to their feet, cheering and clapping for the good guy! BUFFER And his opponent! From El Paso, Texas, weighing in at 185 pounds...PHOENIX!!!!! Phoenix bounds down the aisle, slapping hands and enjoying his newfound hero status, while in the ring, Stevens frowns and shakes his head. COLE An interesting scenario here, guys. It was just a few short months ago that we saw Chris Stevens make the trasition from, well, from a preliminary talent to a bonafide superstar, and now we may be seeing Phoenix do the same, with Stevens as the foil! CABOOSE Oh, that's just fascinating. Cole, you are such a pain in the bottom. The fact is, Phoenix may be good but Stevens told it true! He is the true bonafide star all right, and he's going to show us what REAL wrestling is all about! COLE Phoenix no stranger to technical wrestling either, Caboose. COACH YEAH!! BOO-YAH!! HOW YOU LIKE HIM NOW, HUH?! CABOOSE Oh, sweet Christ. Sit down. As Coach continues to direct Caboose to his crotch, Phoenix climbs into the ring, then turns and plays to the crowd, climbing onto the second strand-- but Stevens attacks him from behind! *ding ding ding ding* COLE Come on! CABOOSE Now, Cole, backfighting is a key part of technical wrestling. The bell rings as Phoenix falls over the ropes and spills to the ground. Stevens hops the ropes and follows him down, laying in some boots on the outside of the ring. COACH I thought we were gonna see a technical battle? CABOOSE Patience, Coach! We WILL see what Chris promised us. Phoenix crawls away from Stevens, but Stevens quickly grabs him from behind and rolls him into the squared circle. COLE At least we're back in the ring. CABOOSE Guys, does it excite anyone else that we could see Hoff and Drek Stone wrestling for the World Title next month! COLE Caboose, try to stick to the matter at hand. CABOOSE I am! I mean, but, that match...oh baby. Who would I cheer for? COLE I have no idea. COACH Drek Stone, probably. CABOOSE Probably. He is a good friend of mine, you know. COLE AND COACH We know. Phoenix rolls into the ring, crawling to all fours. Stevens slides in after him, rising to his feet and grabbing Phoenix by the back of the mask. Stevens turns Phoenix around, but the luchadore surprises him with a dropkick! COACH Whoa! Stevens stumbles into the ring ropes, and Phoenix, on his back, catches him coming off with a monkey flip! Stevens sails across the mat while Phoenix kips up! Phoenix spins to face Stevens, who turns towards Phoenix with a pissed-off look! Phoenix yells for Stevens to get up! "YEEEEEEEEEAH!!!" COLE The fans are loving it! Stevens gets up and charges at Phoenix, but gets tossed over with an armdrag! Both men back up, and Phoenix catches Stevens again with a reverse armdrag takedown! Phoenix beats Stevens to his feet, and catches him with a headscissors takedown! COACH He is quick! COLE Phoenix loves to blend speed with technique! And he's damn good at it! CABOOSE Well, if he's so good, why is he jerking curtains? COLE That may be a thing of the past! Stevens rolls through the move and onto his feet, and again charges Phoenix, only to be floored with a drop toe hold! Phoenix quickly snatches him up with a La Magistral cradle! ONE! TWO! NO! Chris Stevens kicks out of the pinning combination, and Phoenix rolls away and up to his feet. Phoenix suddenly turns to the crowd and shouts to them, waving them up! "PHOE-NIX" "PHOE-NIX" "PHOE-NIX" "PHOE-NIX" COLE He said he loves the crowd! CABOOSE This is sickening. COACH This is GREAT! CABOOSE YOU'RE sickening! COACH Duly noted. Chris Stevens slowly gets to his feet, looking unsettled. Phoenix turns back to face him, and the two men circle. Collar-and-elbow tie-up, won by Stevens who turns it into a side headlock, then transitions seamlessly into a hammerlock. Phoenix reverses the move, but Stevens slides through the reversal and twists it into an armwringer. CABOOSE See? Look at the masterful technique of this man. COLE He is good, no one can deny. His biggest rival, Hoff, called him one of the best to lace up a pair of boots. CABOOSE High praise. Stevens twists Phoenix's arm, but Phoenix quickly rolls through and reverses into an armwringer takedown! Stevens hits the mat hard, letting out a yelp, as Phoenix transitions into a top wristlock. "LET'S GO PHOENIX, LET'S GO!" *STOMP STOMP* "LET'S GO PHOENIX, LET'S GO!" *STOMP STOMP* CABOOSE Idiots. Stevens fights to his feet while in the wristlock, but Phoenix quickly kicks him in the ribs! Stevens doubles over, and Phoenix scales the nearby buckle, jumping off the top, and throwing Stevens overhead in a modified armdrag takedown! The fans pop for the big move, and Phoenix quickly crawls over to make a cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COLE That was a close one for Stevens! Stevens gets to his feet, but Phoenix meets him with another dropkick. Stevens falls, and Phoenix pops back up! As Stevens rises, Phoenix grabs him for a swinging neckbreaker, but Stevens stops it with a shot to the ribs! Phoenix clutches his gut and doubles over in pain, allowing Stevens to hit HIM with the move instead. Stevens sits back up as Phoenix clutches his neck, and the crowd gets on him. CABOOSE What?!? All he did was hit a neckbreaker! Come ON, people!! Stevens rolls backwards and makes a cover, but Phoenix kicks out at two. Stevens pulls Phoenix back up by the mask, and drops him back down with a scoop slam. The crowd boos as Stevens hops onto the nearby turnbuckle! COLE I don't know if Stevens has worn Phoenix down enough! CABOOSE Come on, he's tiny! How tough can he be? Stevens looks down as he stands on the second rope. Stevens measures the distance...then takes a second to flip off the fans! COACH Now that's unnecessary! CABOOSE The hell it is! Stevens dives off the second with a Bret Hart forearm! AND PHOENIX ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Phoenix quickly capitalizes with a modified Oklahoma roll on Stevens! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COLE Almost had him! Now Phoenix feels the momentum! CABOOSE Come on, Chris, don't let this happen to you! Phoenix gets back to his feet, and waits for Stevens to get up! Slowly, facing the wrong way, Stevens gets up, shaking the cobwebs out of his head. Stevens turns, still holding his head, and Phoenix LEAPS onto his shoulders for a hurricanrana-- but Stevens turns it into a sit-out powerbomb!! COACH DAYUM~! COLE What impact! Stevens gets to his feet and looks down at Phoenix, scowling, kicking him once in the face to the dismay of the fans! The crowd jeers as Stevens climbs onto the apron and up the ropes! "BOOOOOOOO" COLE Stevens looking for that Froggy Splash! Stevens wastes no more time, and leaps, CRUSHING Phoenix with the frog splash! The referee makes the count! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! *ding ding ding ding ding* BUFFER The winner of this contest....CHRIS STEEEE-VENS!!!!!! Stevens climbs off of Phoenix, looking down with a sneer as the official raises his hand. Stevens pulls it away in true bad guy fashion, then bends down, taunting Phoenix. COLE Well, Stevens gets the win, but Phoenix looked pretty damn good! COACH I'm just glad we finally got to see this matchup! COLE Absolutely. CABOOSE Hell, even I can agree with that. This WAS a hard-fought one for these guys. Stevens stands up straight, and asks for...a mic? COLE Oh, now what the hell is this? (Stevens grabs the mic, the crowd boos) STEVENS Now, wait one damn second! I just came out here and put my body on the line for you people in a spectacular match. How dare you react negatively to me! Maybe if I ditch a huge main event to go overseas and curtain-jerk over there, like SOME people, maybe you'll cheer me! Or, what if I start coming out to some badass Skynyrd, THEN you'd cheer me! Or...if I pander to all of you, you'd all love me! Well, guess what? Nuh-uh! Chris Stevens ain't doin' that anymore! I'm not waiting for anything; I'm gonna take my spot now! COLE Stevens is-- HEY WAIT!! ("Gimme Back My Bullets" starts up, and Sly Sommers comes out with his hair tied back, wearing a red athletic jumpsuit with white vertical lines going down the arms and legs, and the HI-YAH logo on the back, as the fans erupt. He slaps hands with every fan that sticks their arm out while he walks to the ring with a huge smile on his face. He then slides into the ring, and looks around as the crowd stands up, chanting "SLY!") COACH Now THIS is a hero's welcome! STEVENS Lookie he... (Sly pulls a microphone out of his pocket and puts his finger up to hush Chris up) "SLY SLY SLY SLY SLY SLY" SLY First off, WHAT'S UP BALTIMORE?!?!?!?! (Crowd cheers wildly) Damn, that felt good. Now, it's time to do a bit of therapy here. You're Chris Stevens, correct? STEVENS No crap, Sherlock. SLY Settle down, fido. I haven't been here, as you all have seen, for the past few weeks, but I got the Inter'web and I got videotapes. I've seen you come out here every week and whine about how your airtime's being taken, and how no one's respecting you. That's a pretty big problem. Well, I got a three-step program to heal your ailments... (Stevens looks agitated) SLY Step one: stop feuding with vampires. That crap just don't work out, man. (Crowd laughs, Chris stomps the mat in anger) SLY Dude, chill out. Secondly, stop being such a douchebag. I was a douchebag for a while...hell, I even hung around with Calvin Szechstein, how lame is THAT? What happened? I got booed out of the building in most places, even when I was having success in the X-Division. CHRIS I don't care what these people think about me, I'm going right to the top with or without them! SLY That's step three, you idiot! Don't just talk about how you're "going right to the top" or how you're gonna "take your spot". Actually DO IT! Otherwise, you're just blowing smoke up our butts. CHRIS Fine... Stevens looks down for a second, while the fans boo...then looks back at Sommers. CHRIS Then how about this: at World Without End, you versus me, how about it, Mister Japanese Sensation? SLY I'm digging that...but I'm digging this even more: if you win, I'll sign over every booking I have until the end of the year to you, basically handing you my spot, which is what you wanted, right? In fact, for those not on the Internet or in the scoop, I'm booked in the main event of the November Pay-Per-View. Not gonna say what it is or how I'm involved, but if you beat me, you got THAT too. CHRIS I'm likin' what I'm hearing... SLY In fact, if you beat me, I'll pull a old Japanese humiliation trick on myself and become what they call a "Dojo Boy". To explain, I'll come out with no intro music, pyro, fanfare, etc., just wearing plain black trunks and boots. I'll lower myself to even below your ranks. CHRIS This sounds really, really good. But you know what would be even better? SLY What? Chris drops his mic and connects with a loud superkick to Sly's jaw, sending him down to the mat. Chris quickly climbs to the top rope...and crashed down hard with a huge frog splash! OAOAST officials run down to the ring and try and clear Chris out, as he grabs a mic and walks down the rampway... CHRIS So, guess that whole "stop talking and do it" thing actually works, eh? Chris walks down the rampway with his arms in the air, victoriously, surveying what he had just done to Sly Sommers. COLE Chris Stevens more than just ruined Sly Sommers's homecoming here tonight! COACH But, Sly Sommers has a chance for revenge at World Without End! Stevens vs. Sommers on Halloween NIGHT! More HD in 3! (Go to break!) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 22, 2004 (Go to break) Backstage, a few members of the OAOAST roster have converged around a certain spot down one of the corridors where a noticeboard stands. What would a wrestling arena be without a noticeboard? Among the wrestlers looking at the board meanwhile is Leon Rodez, stood at the centre with a scowl on his face. If you've ever seen that episode of The Simpsons where they all play softball but lots of actual baseball players get jobs and the regular characters don't get in because all the baseball guys are better but then they all get taken out before the game except for Darryl Strawberry and it's REALLY WACKY~!...then, you can picture the look on Rodez's face. As some of the crowd begins to disperse, Rodez sighs. Before a white gloved hand falls upon his shoulder. BLURRICANE Ouch man. Rodez turns his head around, to be met by a smiling Blurricane, who looks right past Rodez and to the noticeboard himself. BLURRICANE I can't BELIEVE Drek and Panther tied for this thing. Surely they could have given us another week of matches or something...but now, we've got all this confusion. Seems kinda stupid if you ask me. RODEZ Well, I guess you're right. But we all knew the schedule coming in, so...we're just going to have to hope this means Drek doesn't get the title shot. BLURRICANE True. Then again, I'm not gonna be happy for Panther either. After all, I WANTED that shot. RODEZ Oh, the feeling's mutual. If I hadn't screwed up my ribs... BLURRICANE If I didn't have the wrong partners in that six-man tag... RODEZ ...or, if I'd been a bit luckier. BLURRICANE If I'd have been in that Gauntlet Match... Rodez and Blurricane both sigh, as Blurricane takes another look at standings posted on the noitceboard. BLURRICANE Still...at least I didn't come last. See ya around... Blurricane goes to walk off. But a hand on his shoulder stops him, before quickly pulling him around face to face with a suddenly rather pissed Rodez. Looking a litle confused, Blurricane tries to leave again, but again gets stopped. RODEZ And, what the hell is that supposed to mean? BLURRICANE Wha...what? What does what mean? RODEZ "Oh, at least I didn't finish last!" BLURRICANE Well...I didn't. I was just saying, that if I came last in the Round-Robin then I'd be pretty miffed, you know? Whazzamaddawityou? RODEZ Do you even know who came last? Blurricane shrugs, looks past Rodez at the standings again...and smiles to himself, as he looks down the list. BLURRICANE Oh...that'd be you. RODEZ Yeah, that'd be me...which is exactly my problem. See, it's one thing coming last in the Round-Robin Tournament. That's my fault. My problem. And something I can deal with. But I really, really don't need people making a joke out of it. I'd expect it from a jackass like Drek. But I really didn't think that The Blurricane...was a jackass. BLURRICANE And now you do? RODEZ I'm beginning to wonde... BLURRICANE Just remember, this 'jackass' BEAT you a few weeks ago. If you were good enough to beat me, maybe I wouldn't need to joke about it, eh? Rodez chuckles, unable to hide the growing anger in his voice as he does. RODEZ Right, right. The first time you beat me, you needed Drek Stone's help...otherwise, I had your sorry ass beat. And the SECOND time, I had bad ribs... BLURRICANE Bad ribs? Is that all? You didn't have a headache...or, a toothache. Or maybe you stayed up late the night before saving children from burning houses? Excuses are for LOSERS Leon! I don't need excuses see. RODEZ So what's your excuse for not winning the Round-Robin yourself then, Mr X-Division Champion? BLURRICANE Oh, that's right...I AM the X-Division Champion! I may not have won the Round-Robin, may not be getting the title shot. But I have something to console myself with. What have YOU got? RODEZ Tell ya what, Blurri. After World Without End...maybe then I'll have the X-Division Title to console myself with. How does that grab ya, goofy? BLURRICANE What? RODEZ I'm challenging you to a match. At World Without End. Leon Rodez versus The Blurricane with no interference, no special guest referees, no crap. Just you and me. Unless of course you're not up to facing the man who came bottom of the Round-Robin Tournament. That wouldn't look very impressive now, would it? BLURRICANE You want to face me? I thought...you know, we were pals. RODEZ So did I, until tonight. BLURRICANE I also thought you had a sense of humor. But obviously I was wrong, on both counts. So if you want me at World Without End, then congratulations, because you've GOT me at World Without End! Just so we don't have any doubts though... Blurricane snarls as he steps forward, getting right up in Rodez's face...a move which is replicated by Rodez, causing the two men's foreheads to BUTT and a staredown to begin. BLURRICANE ...I'm not going to hold anything back. And I'm not gonna accept any excuses when I kick your ass and retain my title. RODEZ We'll see. Backing off, Rodez flashes a last smile at Blurricane who is still unnaturally fuming. RODEZ We'll see! (Fade out) (To the arena!) "State Prop (You Know Us)" hits the PA system to a huge pop from the crowd. The arena fades to black, and after approximately 5 seconds... *BOOOOOOOOOM~!* A HUUUUUUUUUGE pyro blast rocks the arena. Flashing red and white spotlights swarm the arena, roaming the crowd momentarily before converging on the entrance, where both Panther and Tina appear through a thick cloud of smoke, both clad in their ring gear (matching red and silver). They walk to the edge of the stage, where Tina drops to one knee, with Panther standing behind her. They both scour the arena, soaking up the crowd reaction as they await the cue in the music, and once the horns begin to blare, Panther slowly raises his arms into the air. He holds the pose as white spotlights illuminate the set behind him, and once the horns stop, he snaps his arms down by his sides, cuing the spotlights to disperse about the arena. Panther then steps over Tina and starts down the ramp, with her following closely behind. BUFFER The following Tag Team Contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Philadelphia, PA, at a total combined weight of 373 pounds, here is the team of PANTHER AND TIIIIIIIIINNNNNAAAA!!! The crowd pops once more as the couple continues their path to the ring. Once Panther nears the bottom of the ramp, Tina sprints past him and slides into the ring, turning back to face him as he takes a vertical leap onto the apron. Tina then holds the ropes open for Panther, who steps through and heads out to the center of the ring, playing to the crowd on the way. He then brushes the ref aside and takes stance behind Tina, who's on one knee facing the main camera. On cue, the arena goes black and white spotlights begin roaming the crowd to the beat of the music, getting brighter...and brighter...and brighter before converging on the center of the ring, where Panther snaps his right fist into the air and pyro explodes from all four ring posts. The flashing red and white spotlights return as Panther and Tina round the turnbuckles, playing to the crowd. COLE Well, fans, there you see them! Panther and Tina here tonight in Tag Team action! Of course, Panther coming off that huge win over the Mad Cappa last week in his hometown of Philly, and as a result, the Road to the Elimination Chamber has ended in a tie with both Panther and Drek Stone tied at 7. COACH Yeah, I couldn't believe it, Mikey. I mean...what's gonna happen now? Who's getting the spot in the Elimination Chamber match? CABOOSE Well if Watts and the rest of the suits have any brains, they'll give the shot to Drek Stone. COLE What?! How can you say that? They both men finished with the same score! CABOOSE But Drek won his match first. For that reason alone he should get the title shot...plus he clearly deserves it more. COLE I'm not gonna argue with you. We'll get the decision on that situation a little later on, but right now, let's get to this match. The arena lights return to normal and Tina tosses her headband into the crowd as the music begins to die down. The pair then turns to the entrance, awaiting their opponents... HAHAHAHA! MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, MONEEEEEEEY!!! We get a HUUUUGE nostalgia pop from the fans as the classic Million Dollar Man theme hits the PA system. Cameras cut to the entrance, where Ted Dibiase and IRS step out from the locker room; Ted's clad in his classic black and gold sparkling suit, and IRS is carrying a silver briefcase in his right hand. BUFFER Their opponents, at a total combined weight of 485 pounds, here is the team of Ted Dibiase and Irwin R. Schyster, MONEY INCORPORATED!!!!!!!!! COLE Money Inc. doing battle with Panther and Tina tonight. This one came about a couple of months ago when Panther squared off against IRS in singles competition. Schyster was a little upset about being used as cannon fodder to build Panther up going into Angleslam and wanted another shot at him, so this match was made here tonight. Panther teaming with Tina, and Irwin teaming with his former WWF Tag Team Championship partner, Ted Dibiase, and it looks like these two teams aren't gonna waste any time here! *DING DING DING* Money Inc. hits the ring and goes straight after Panther and Tina, drawing a big pop from the crowd. Irwin and Panther trade blows on one side of the ring while Tina and Ted to the same on the other. A rake at the face and a knee to the gut by Dibiase halts Tina's offense, and with a handful of hair, he slings the Superwoman to the outside. Ted then comes up from behind and hits Panther with a double axehandle to the back, knocking him to his knees. IRS follows that up with a right hand to the top of Panther's head, and then its double team city, to a mixed reaction from the crowd! COLE Hey ref! Get one of them outta there! Dibiase then grabs a double chicken wing on Panther and yanks him back to his feet, allowing Irwin to measure him for a clean right hand to the jaw! A second one. He then hits the ropes and comes off with a flying clothesline-- COLE OH MY! COACH HE GOT DIBIASE! Indeed, Panther's able to move out of the way at the last second, and Dibiase catches the blow full force. Schyster has no time to mourn his mistake, as Panther's right on him with right hands and chops, sending him back into the ropes. Irish whip by Panther is reversed, sending him into the far side, and when Panther comes off, Schyster drops his head for a back body drop. Panther has is scouted, though, and pulls him into a standing headscissors. The crowd begins to clamor... COLE Da Bomb! He's going for it! Schyster knows it, and falls flat to the canvas in order to counter. Panther, ever tenacious, drops down with him, and begins pounding his lower back with huge right hands and clubbing forearms before muscling him back up and into position for his finisher. The crowd noise is deafening as Panther prepares to lift him, but before he gets the chance, Dibiase grabs his partner by the ankle and yanks him out to the arena floor, where both men try and catch a breather. The crowd boos slightly in the background. CABOOSE Smart move there by Money Inc. Slow the pace of this one...make them wrestle your type of match. These two weren't 3-time champions for nothing. Chants of "PAN-THER, PAN-THER" echo throughout the arena as Money Inc. huddles to talk strategy on the outside. One of the cameramen tries to lean in to get a listen to what they're saying, and promptly gets backhanded for his troubles. Suddenly, Tina rushes around to where they're standing, catches both men by the hair and slams their heads together with a double noggin knocker, much to the crowd's delight. Both men are staggered by the impact, making them prone to a double clothesline from the Superwoman that puts them both flat on their backs. Then, Panther hops to the top rope and begins to measure them. COLE Uh oh! CABOOSE Look out, guys! Tina backs away, allowing Money Inc. to return to their feet, and when they do, Panther leaps from the top rope and lands upon both men with a beautifully executed Corkscrew plancha! Panther pops back to his feet and snaps his right fist into the air, drawing another pop from the crowd before he reaches down and pulls Irwin back to his feet by his suspenders. Tina does the same with Dibiase, and the couple slides their opponents into the ring. They follow them in, and when Money Inc. return to their feet, Panther and Tina rush them from behind with a pair of rear waistlocks and drive them both into the ropes, taking them down with stereo roll-ups! Both men's shoulders are down... 1... 2... NO! Money Inc. manages to reverse into roll-up pins of their own... COLE HEY WAIT! THEY'VE GOT THE TIGHTS!!! But the ref doesn't see it, and counts... 1... 2... NO! Stereo kickouts by Panther and Tina send them both into the ropes. When Panther and Tina return to their feet, Money Inc. charges them with full heads of steam. Panther manages to side step Schyster and send him sailing over the top to the outside, while Tina merely drops down, sending Dibiase into the ropes. When he rebounds, Tina returns to her feet and catches him coming off in side slam position. She then turns him around to the point that his body is parallel with the ring ropes, at which point she drops him in a pendulum backbreaker, holding him on the knee. Panther then heads out to the apron, wrenches back on the top rope and propels himself into the ring, taking Dibiase right off of Tina's knee with an Eddie Guerrero-style hilo. Dibiase pulls himself up to a knee, clutching his ribs as a result of the move. With a smile on his face, Panther runs to the ropes opposite him and snaps off, coming straight at Dibiase and... *WHAM* ...nearly decapitating him with a devastating running front dropkick to the face. Panther quickly falls into the cover... 1... 2... THR--NO!!!! Only a two count! COLE How close was that? CABOOSE Not close enough! C'mon, Ted! Panther yanks Dibiase back to his feet and backs him into his and Tina's corner, where he rips into him with a hard chop to the chest! He follows up with a second, then makes the tag to Tina, who had stepped out onto the apron after Panther's hilo. Panther takes Dibiase over with a snap mare, allowing Tina to come up from behind and nail him with a hard soccer kick to the small of the back. She then brings him back to his feet, hooks him in a front waistlock and takes him over with a Northern Lights Suplex. She doesn't go for the pin, however, but holds on, rolling through and bringing him back to his feet, where she takes him over with another suplex. She rolls through again (drawing more pops from the crowd), but this time, when she reaches her feet, Dibiase catches her with a kneelift right to the sternum, causing her to break her grip. A second one causes her to stand upright, and then Dibiase scoops her up for a slam--NO! Tina goes up and over his shoulder and lands behind him. She hooks him in and inverted facelock and drives him down to the mat with the Red Light Special (Eye of the Hurricane). The crowd goes wild as she pops back to her feet and looks down upon her injured foe. COLE Red Light Special by Tina and Dibiase is down! Things not looking good for Money Inc. here! With Dibiase still on the mat, Tina frizzes up her hair and steps out to the apron, where she begins to ascend the turnbuckles. CABOOSE This is a mistake! She should've gone for the cover there! COLE Tina's going for a high risk! Will it pay off? The clamors as Tina reaches the top rope measures Dibiase. With him still prone on the mat, she slowly raises both arms into the air (with both index fingers pointed toward the heavens), and leaps off with a flying elbow-- *THUD* COLE OH!!! NOBODY HOME! Indeed! Dibiase rolled out of the way at the last possible second. Tina climbs back to her feet favoring the arm. Wasting no time, Dibiase moves right in on her, yanking her out to the center of the ring and applying the MILLION DOLLAR DREAM!!!!!! The crowd goes BONKERS in the background as Tina flails her free arm wildly! CABOOSE IT'S OVER!!!!! JUST LIKE THAT, IT'S OVER! COLE Dibiase has the hold locked in! Tina's in some serious trouble... CABOOSE No way she gets out of this! No way! As Dibiase cinches up on the hold, Panther rhythmically slaps the top turnbuckle in an effort to rally the crowd behind Tina. It works, as the crowd picks up his beat, stomping and clapping in unison, but it appears to be too little, too late, as Tina has already begun to fade. With the hold cinched in tight, Tina slumps down onto her knees with her arm lying limp at her side. Seeing no signs of life in her, the ref moves in and raises her left arm into the air... AND IT DROPS! He raises the arm a second time... IT DROPS AGAIN! Dibiase's got a huge grin on his face as the referee raises the arm for the third and final time... and it... it... it... it DRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-- *WHAM* PANTHER NAILS DIBIASE FROM BEHIND WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK AT THE LAST SECOND TO CAUSE THE BREAK! Both Dibiase and Tina fall to the canvas as the ref orders Panther to the outside. CABOOSE C'mon, now! That was unfair! COLE Panther risking disqualification to save Tina there! CABOOSE He should be disqualified! Give the match to Money Inc! C'mon! The crowd again claps and stomps in unison...many cheering Tina on, but quite frankly, many rooting for Dibiase. Both wrestlers crawl toward their respective corners, and we've got a race for the tag. Dibiase reaches his corner first and tags in Irwin, who rushes in and cuts Tina off just before she reaches Panther. He yanks her back to her feet and lifts her into position for a Samoan Drop, but Tina manages to slip off his back, grab his head with both hands and drop to her knees, driving the back of his neck down onto her head. Irwin rolls around on the mat clutching at the back of his neck as Tina continues to crawl for the corner... COLE C'mon, Tina! You're almost there! CABOOSE Will you please be unbiased, Cole? Schyster makes a last ditch effort to try and stop her, but Tina lunges forward and makes the tag anyway. The crowd erupts as Panther hits the ring and tears into Schyster, nailing him with rights and lefts that send him stumbling into the ropes. Panther with an Irish whip attempt, but Schyster reverses and sends him into the far side. He tries to catch him in a side slam, but Panther flips through and lands on his feet. He then gutwrenches Irwin and muscles him up into tombstone position. CABOOSE Oh no! Fight it, Irwin! Fight it! He tries, but it's no use as Panther turns him toward the main camera and drops him down HARD in The Truth! Panther makes the cover...the ref slides in position for the count... 1... 2... DIBIASE BREAKS IT UP JUST BEFORE 3!!!!! The crowd boos as Ted begins laying forearms into Panther's back and head. He then muscles him back to his feet, where he nails him with a hard knife edge. A second sends him staggering back back into the ropes. By now, Schyster has returned to his feet (still dazed from the Truth), and Dibiase asks him to come over to help out. He does so, after taking a moment to shake the cobwebs loose, and the two send Panther into the ropes with a double Irish whip. They attempt to catch him coming off with a double clothesline, but Panther manages to duck under and continue into the other side, coming off with a double dropkick that puts both men down on the canvas. Dibiase quickly returns to his feet, only to be taken over with vicious German Suplex! The crowd pops as Panther springs back to his feet and sends an intense look into the crowd. CABOOSE No! Not this! COLE It's vintage Panther, folks! Irwin returns to his feet shortly after, at which point, Panther comes up from behind and drills him with a German! Panther springs back to his feet and shoots another glare into the crowd, then looks down upon both his opponents and begins motioning for them to get up. COLE Panther's measuring both men! Which of them is gonna get it? Will it be Dibiase or Schyster? Both men slowly begin to return to their feet, with Panther imploring them to rise every step of the way. Dibiase's up first, and Panther rushes in and ties him up with a rear waistlock--OH! But Irwin makes the save with a flying forearm to the head. Dibiase goes down and Panther's sent staggering into the ropes, at which point, Irwin pounces him and begins hammering him with right hands. Another Irish whip by Irwin, but Panther reverses and sends him in; however, Irwin has the presence of mind to catch Panther with a flying clothesline coming off, nearly ripping Panther's head off his shoulders. Irwin quickly lifts Panther off the mat and brings him back to his feet before scooping him up onto his shoulders and dropping him down with the Write Off (Samoan Drop). CABOOSE That's it! He's got him right here! COLE IRS hits the Write Off! Will this be enough to put Panther away? Cover... 1... 2... ...TINA breaks up the pin with a flying elbow to the back of the head! The crowd pops big for that! CABOOSE This referee is letting them get away with every dirty trick in the book! C'mon, now! Tina gets nailed from behind by Dibiase, knocking her to her knees. He lifts her up and tosses her to the floor once again, then follows her out there. They brawl on the floor as, meanwhile, Schyster begins putting the boots to the fallen Panther. He then lifts him back to his feet, where he nails him with a hard chop to the chest. A second one sends Panther back to the buckle, and then Schyster lifts Panther up and sets him on the top rope, going for what looks to be a superplex. But when he climbs up with Panther, he gets nailed with an elbow to the top of the head. A second one causes him to loose his grip and tumble back down to the mat, at which point, Panther begins to stand upright on the top. COACH He could be going for the Frog Splash here... He is, but IRS rolls out of the way just as Panther takes off. Panther's aware of the move, though, and has enough time to tuck his head, allowing him to roll back to his feet upon landing. IRS is back up as well and comes at Panther with a wild swing that misses! Panther from behind grabs a full nelson and trying for a Dragon Suplex. Irwin manages to sit out, though, and hook his legs under Panther's armpits, trying to take him over in a Victory Roll cradle. Panther manages to counter that, though, and lift him up for a wheelbarrow suplex. As he's lifting Schyster, Tina rushes the ring, hooks his (IRS's) head in a front facelock and drives him right back down with a devastating DDTina! COACH DAYUM! COLE Schyster may have just had his neck broken there! Irwin's down and out, and Panther immediately goes for the cover. He hooks the leg... 1... Dibiase enters the ring... 2... ...BUT HE'S CUT OFF BY TINA! 3!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* **Cue "State Prop (You Know Us)" BUFFER Here are your winners, the team of PANTHER AND TIIIIIIINNNNNNAAA!!!! The crowd gives a huge pop as Panther rises to his feet and is greeted with a hug from Tina. The ref then comes between them and raises both their hands in victory. COLE There you have it, folks! Panther and Tina with the win. Panther's hot streak continues and who knows...maybe this win'll have some influence over the Round Robin Tournament decision. CABOOSE I hope not. I've said it before and I'll say it again: if Watts has any kinda brain in that body of his, he will give the title shot to Drek Stone! That's the people's choice. COLE Will you be serious? Panther’s celebration in the ring with Tina is suddenly cut off by the booming chords of A3 starting to blast over the loudspeakers. Woke Up This Morning Got Yourself A Gun Mama Always Said You’d Be The Chosen One The crowd erupts in a wild series of jeers as Drek Stone steps onto the top of the ramp with a microphone in his hand. Wearing a black Armani suit and grey cashmere undershirt - complete with a golden cross around his neck - Drek takes a moment to allow the fans to hurl their hatred at them. Tonight, the complaints just don’t seem to be phasing him. With a casual smile, he stares out at the crowd for a second, then turns his attention to Panther. DREK Congratulations, Panther. Once again, you managed to steal another win tonight. This truly is something that should be commended. Why not have balloons fall from the ceiling? Why not have the Star Spangled Banner playing as you walk out of this building? Why not make a complete mockery out of your match tonight - just like you made a complete mockery out of the entire Round Robin tournament! “BOOOOOOOOO!” DREK Oh, boo me all you want. But it’s beyond true. I said this earlier tonight, and I will say it now. These words may be strong, but truer words have never been spoken. Panther, you did NOT deserve to tie for First Place in the Road to the Elimination Chamber. You do NOT deserve to be where I am! The fact that you were able to swindle your way to this place is deplorable, and I am not going to idly stand by and watch as you try to remain as a roadblock to my destiny! Panther, with a scowl on his face, edges closer to the ring ropes. He props his arms onto the top turnbuckle and stands by, waiting to hear what Drek Stone has to say next. DREK Panther, I worked my ass off to get to that first place spot. Let’s see what I did. I beat Gunner Sharps by pinfall - all by myself! *Drek holds out one finger to count this win. Meanwhile, the fans boo, clearly remembering that Drek needed Gunner’s title belt to help get the win* DREK I single-handedly won that Six Man tag match all by myself a few weeks ago. I literally had to carry the Blurricane and the Mad Cappa to victory. Yes, they were doing their best with their lackluster wrestling to try to keep me away from those points. But I had to drag them kicking and screaming to victory. Three more points for me…. *Drek holds out two fingers now* DREK And I beat the Blurricane resoundingly, despite the interference of that psycho superhero bitch Leah Blackstone. *This comment really raises the ire of the crowd, as they break out into a “Drek Stone Sucks!” chant* DREK These were my accomplishments, Panther. This is how I got as far as I did. And what did you do? Roll the footage. Let’s just see what the great hero of the OAOAST - Panther - was able to do. Let’s watch these inspirational clips. *Footage from the Panther/Blurricane match from HeldDown: Australia starts to play on the Angletron. We see Christopher Cain hit the Blurricane with Quick Death on the arena floor, then roll Panther into the ring. The referee slowly begins counting the Blurricane outside of the ring, until he finally gets to 10. The bell rings as we see Panther’s hand get raised* DREK Oh, that is something else. While I was busy dominating guys from left to right, you were winning matches by countout……and thanks to interference, mind you! And there we go. All of a sudden now, you find yourself with an extra point. But oh no, we’re not done yet. Let’s roll some more footage. *This time, clips from the 9/30 HeldDown are played when Panther fought Gunner Sharps in the Round Robin tournament. We watch a few shots of Gunner dominating Panther, but suddenly see Gunner pushing down the referee and calling for the bell. We then see Panther get his hand raised yet again* DREK Have I mentioned how much you were able to prove to me there? While I was able to dispose of that giant disappointment in a matter of seconds, you had to rely on his mental deficiencies to push down the referee and get you a disqualification point. There we go. Another point for Panther. But now, the hits just keep on coming. *For a third time, footage starts to play on the Angletron. This time, it’s the Panther/Cappa match from last week. We watch as Panther manages to lock The Mad Cappa into Truth Infection and keep him trapped in the hold for a few seconds. A monster pop then arises both from the clip and the crowd in Baltimore as Cappa is forced to tap out due to the pain* DREK Finally, the most sickening thing I have ever seen. I never thought anybody could have stooped that low but Panther, you proved me wrong. You actually had to pay off The Mad Cappa to give you a submission win. “BOOOOOOOOOOO!” COLE Oh, what the hell is he talking about now? CABOOSE Let’s wait to see where he goes with this. All the pieces are starting to fit together. DREK Think about it. I’ve never been able to make The Mad Cappa submit. I’ve thrown everything at that bastard, and he’s refused to give up. Suddenly, you trap him into your joke of a hold, and we see him submitting?! Give me a damn break, Panther! If Cappa wouldn’t submit from my torturous moves, there’s no way in HELL HE WOULD GIVE UP FROM YOURS! Admit it, Panther. Admit what you did! Admit you paid off The Mad Cappa! ADMIT THAT YOUR WINS WERE CHEAP! ADMIT WHO SHOULD BE GETTING THE HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE SHOT! YOU’RE A SHAM, PANTHER! YOU’RE NOTHING MORE THAN A…. WATTS Stop right there, Mr. Stone. The fans let out a collective roar as Bill Watts appears on the Angletron with a disappointed look on his face. WATTS I’ve spent enough time listening to your conspiracy theories. Making it a point that Panther won by countout? Won by disqualification? Actually having the audacity to say that he needed to pay to win? Are you out of your mind. DREK No, Watts. You’re out of your…. WATTS NO, DREK! Listen to me. You’re the one going insane here. Have we forgotten that you needed to use the 24/7 Championship to finally put Gunner down for the count? Have we forgotten that you weren’t even the one to get the pin in the Six-Man match, but it was your heated rival The Mad Cappa that got the count? Your loss to Leon Rodez? Your loss to Gunner Sharps in the gauntlet? Your record is perhaps more so blemished than Panther’s, so I would stop the ridiculous claims now if I were you. The crowd lets out a loud pop, and mixed chants of “Panther!” and “Watts!” start to echo throughout the building. WATTS Now, I’m not here to waste anyone’s time. I just have one special announcement. The fact of the matter is that, yes, Panther and Drek Stone did indeed tie at the end of the Round Robin tournament. In my opinion, they both deserve to be there. But, in the end, we can only have one of these men getting a title shot at our Pay-Per-View in November. So here’s what I’ll do. Ten days away, at World Without End, Drek Stone and Panther will be having a match. This match will be the deciding one between you two men. The winner will be getting the Title Shot in November. The loser will have the distinction of being known as tied for first place in our 2004 Round Robin tourney, but that will be it. The camera shows Panther in the ring, happily smiling and nodding his head at Bill’s proclamation. However, the anger that starts to etch across Drek’s face is clearly evident. He’s not happy at this announcement. WATTS And since I think the surroundings of this match is special, I am going to do my best to make the first-ever meeting of Drek Stone and Panther are special as well. Because, at World Without End, I am ordering that this match be made to be a LADDER MATCH! COLE Whoa! COACH Can the stakes possibly get any higher? WATTS The contract for our November title shot will be suspended above the ring. Whoever retrieves it first will be the man moving onto our Pay-Per-View next month. Whoever doesn’t get it can live with the fact that they fell just a little short. I’ll see you gentlemen in ten days. The fans explode as Panther stands on the middle rope and stares down at Drek Stone, eagerly awaiting their confrontation at World Without End. Meanwhile, Drek looks back at Panther with a combined expression of both shock and anger. COLE I can’t believe this. Panther and Drek will be meeting in a ladder match at World Without End in ten days. Everything is up for grabs here. The winner gets a title shot in November! The loser gets nothing! Can the stakes get any higher? CABOOSE I can’t believe Watts would try to break the rules like this! I can’t wait until Drek Stone wins that title shot. Oh, I can’t wait. Panther and Drek Stone look at each other for a few more moments, before we fade into a commercial. (Go to break) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 22, 2004 *Black. The Phenom's face is the only visable thing seen.* PHENOM You think you know who I am, huh? You think I'm just a flash in the pan, no-named nobody? Well, what you need to know is that I'm not just anyone. I'M THE PHENOM~! The only person who has the grapefruits to demand a real challenge. So far, the OAOAST has been a namby-pamby Thread. Well you know what? That's going to change. The moment I appear in front of you, everything will change. You will see some real fights, not like you've seen before. So, if you think you're ready for me, you're dead wrong. And if you think you're better than me, I'll...see...you...in...hell! *White Stripes' 'Seven Nation Army' plays* The Phenom is coming. Be ready. (return from break) (We go backstage where Justice Inc. is sitting around. Jude and Blurricane look sick as Leah, Eddy, and Parka check on them. Suddenly JAE and Cain appear at the door.) PARKA What the hell do you want now? J. ARTHUR Did you get the serum we sent last week? PARKA Yes, but you only gave us enough for one week. Where’s the rest!? J. ARTHUR Not so fast! Why aren’t you three out there trying to find the serum? Why do we have to run around and do your work for you!? PARKA I’ve been trying to help ease their pain and look for the serum, but only you two can get in to see Father! Now where’s the rest!? J. ARTHUR We have it in a safe place, but first we want your word on something! PARKA What!? People’s lives are at stake here! J. ARTHUR You and Jude have to agree to face us at World Without End! We’re tired of messing around and want to finish this. If you agree to face us then we will give you the serum. PARKA Fine you have your match. J. ARTHUR Hold on…we want a cage match! Just because I don’t want someone to die doesn’t mean I don’t want to hurt someone. PARKA Fine…now give it to us. J. ARTHUR Here’s enough to last until the PPV. You will get the rest when you show up for the match. We have to be sure. *JAE tosses the serum to Parka and leaves with Cain.* PARKA You son of a bitch! (Fade out) COLE Damn J.Arthur to hell! This is bigger then pro wrestling! We'll be back with tonight's main event! COACH You're odd. (Go to break) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 22, 2004 (edited) The sorrowful twang of Avril Lavigne’s “Nobody’s home” slips out of the arena sound system. When the intensity of the song picks up, the entrance doors part and Chicks Over Dicks make their way out from the back! The two women are met with a huge pop! BUFFER The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall..now making their way to the ring from Beverly Hills and West Hollywood respectively, KRISTA ISARODA DUNCAN, ALIX SPEZIA....CHIIIIICKS OVER DIIIICKSS! COLE THICK AZZ ALIX SPEZIA IS A BAD MUTHA’FUCKA~! PERFECT AZZ FOR SHORT SHORTS! COACH Damn it, Mikey. Just because you don’t have a personality to speak of doesn’t mean you can bite mine! Step off! Alix and Krista walk towards the ring. Ever the attention whore, Alix starts to pose for a few pictures but Krista barks at her to hurry up. CABOOSE Chicks Over Dicks, has the best record of any tag team. But that’s only because they’ve never faced the likes of Black T or Black T or Black T. They also haven’t faced Black T before. They feast on weaker groups like the Frankenstieners, the Skulls, the Muses and pad their record that way. COLE Tonight they aren’t even fighting a real team. Alix and Krista have to take on Holly-Wood and a partner of her choice. Next Sunday, Alix and Holly go up against each other in the first ever Trick or Treat match. The exact second Chicks Over Dicks hit the ring, their music is interrupted by Holly-Wood’s bombastic entrance tune “Let’s go” by Trick Daddy! BUFFER And their opponents, introducing first, from Hollywood, California.....HOLLY-WOOOOOODDDD!!!!! Wearing a yellow mesh top, with a black bra, short yellow hot pants with long black leggings, and latex gloves, Holly lazily walks out from the back. She carries a microphone. She makes a slashing gesture and the music is cut out. COLE Holly-Wood is on top of the stage. Looks like she’s about to say something. HOLLY-WOOD Originally when this match was signed, my partner was to be Logan Cowabunga Mann. But he pussed out. Actually, he didn’t want to be part of this match because he said his feelings of friendship for Krista were to strong and prevented him from fighting her. Whatever. I don’t care. A guy’s who level of success can’t even match that of Latoya Jackson’s country music career isn’t who I want in my corner. I need someone who’s got more gold then Flava Flav’s mouth. Someone who could obliterate this company with a snap of his fingers. What I need is natural born winner, a franchise.....I need......Zack Malibu! (The crowd remembering the numerous run-ins Holly had with Zack’s girlfriend, Candie and Zack’s brutal beatdown of Northstar are put into a state of shock!.) COLE Woah! HOLLY-WOOD Yeah, yeah, yeah. I hear your gasps. I see how you might not understand me. You think I’m selling out my little brother? Maybe, you even think I’m....crazy? COLE Perish the thought. COACH Shut up, Poindexter! HOLLY After what Zack did my baby brother, how the hell could I ever bring myself to share the same earth with him? Simple, it’s what Zack did to my sweet little brother that makes him the perfect partner. He’s ruthless, vile, heartless and cold blooded. He’s perfect. My brother, Edward or Northstar as you call him, can’t even walk. His jaw was wired shut for three months! His knee was torn to bits by Zack Malibu! The doctor said it was the most gruesome sports related injury he had seen in his forty years of treating athletes. This is the same doctor that treated Kris Draper after Claude Lemieux rearranged his face with a plane of plexiglass. Zack has caused my family an insurmountable amount of pain, but its small time compared to what Alix did. Alix, you can’t even begin to comprehend the amount of hurt my family endured thanks to you. Dumping my brother on national TV? What the fuck is wrong with you? There must be nothing but a block of ice where your heart used to be. I want you to imagine how humiliating that was for him. For me. For my family. He stayed up all night all night crying and tearing up pictures of you and wondering where he went wrong. But did you care? Did anyone care? Of course not! Because you’re all just selfish, unfeeling, emotionally void ass holes. Well I don’t need you! And soon I won’t even see you because if anyone can make you feel the pain you’ve caused, its Zack Malibu. Papa Roach's "Getting Away With Murder" hits, and the fans speak out in hatred for the former World Champion as he comes out to the ramp, standing side by side with Holly. Holly hands him the mic, and a much-too-happy Zack takes it, ready to speak his piece on the situation. ZACK Holly, thank you very much for those kind words. You see people, THIS is what I ask for from you, but none of you are capable of it. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Holly-Wood has nothing but respect for the man that saved this company, the man that keeps the money coming in...ME! She knows how to differentiate a winner from a loser. She watched me spill Northstar's blood on live television, sending him packing to some Club Med resort, but still, still she comes to me and says that what REALLY bothers her is what that bitch in the ring did to him. Alix, you and I have quite the past, and although I should have thanked you for running that glorified groupie Alison back to home to her parents and that butcher of a brother of hers, what happened back then has no bearing on what happens tonight, which will simply be an ass kicking to the nth degree. Hell, I don't consider you competition...you're more of a warm-up. You two girls remind me of someone, although I can't quite put my finger on it... Immediately, the crowd begins chanting "Crystal", Zack's most hated rival, who reigns as the OAOAST World Champion, a title she defeated Malibu for this summer. ZACK Yeah, yeah that's it. Go ahead, chant her name, but do you see her giving me the rematch I deserve? NO! NO! She tucked tail and ran! So tonight, Alix and Krista...tonight you die for her sins! This is your day of reckoning for all grievances from both Holly and I. All I can say is that you need to prepare yourselves quickly, because pain and agony are imminent. Malibu drops the mic, and he and Holly head down to the ring, urged on by Chicks Over Dicks as they remain calm, even eager to lock up with Holly and her surprise partner. The match starts off with Krista Isadora Duncan and two time world champion Zack Malibu. Zack lunges at Krista, but stops right as he reaches her face. It’s a clever intimidation tactic but Krista won’t fall for it. The two wrestlers circle each other, never once parting their gaze for an instant. Zack shoots in on Krista! He goes behind her and ducks down. He pulls her legs out from under her and drops her down with a double tag down! Zack stays with her and bends over to pick her up! But she spins her body around and kicks him square in the face! The Rhode Island born superstar staggers backwards. Clutching his face, he loudly questions what Krista’s doing. Zack comes back at a now standing Krista with a rage filled forearm! Krista drops to the ground and brings Zack down with her with a drop toe hold! Needless to say the temperamental wrestler is furious! He slams his hand on the mat and his nostrils flare wildly. Krista swings over on him, and grabs him into a side headlock. Due to having an obvious strength advantage over Krista, Zack is able to lift himself off the mat with the hold still applied. He presses his palms against Krista’s lower back and shoves the blond starlet to the ropes. Krista runs the ropes and comes back with a dropkick! Zack catches her legs and drops her to the mat in a wheelbarrow setup! He lifts her up for a wheelbarrow suplex, but she counters it into a bulldog! BAM! The top of Zack’s head is driven into the mat! Zack rolls over on his back felling a stinging sensation in his head and in his pride. Krista drops on top of him for a pin! 1 KICK OUT! Zack pushes himself to his feet, coughing a bit as he stands up. Krista grabs hold of his arm and whips him into the ropes! No! Zack reverses it! Krista runs back to him and he slams her to the mat with a hard powerslam! Despite Krista’s low body weight the force of the blow shakes the ring! Instead of hooking the leg and going for a pin, Zack stands up to reassure himself of his own greatness. “I AM THE FRANCHISE! I BUILT THIS FED! YOU ALL ARE NOTHING!” Not only does Zack’s taunting draw a hefty amount of boos from the fans but it also eliminates any advantage his powerslam may have given him as Krista is on her feet and ready to roll! Zack fails to realize this and he continues his insulting tirade! He’s quickly brought back to reality when Krista drops him with a side Russian leg sweep. WHAM! Zack isn’t capable of bracing himself for the fall and the back of his head bounces off the mat like a ball off a tennis court! “Poor baby.” Krista remarks sarcastically CABOOSE The Capulets and The Montagues. The Hatfeilds and the McCoy’s. Now we have the Malibus and the..uh....what is Holly-wood’s last name? COACH Um...Wood? Holly Wood? COLE I doubt her parents would be cruel enough to name her after the city she was born in. COACH Why not? Your parents were cruel enough not to abort you. CABOOSE Oh shit! Coach OWNED you! Loud chants of “YOU TAPPED OUT” echo throughout the building, but are felt the hardest inside the tortured mind of Zack Malibu. He rolls forward and gets some distance between himself in Krista. He stands up and sees Krista charging at him! When she reaches him, he takes her over with an arm drag sending her down to the mat! The former fan favorite tries to hook Krista into an armbar but she whips her free hand out and grabs hold of the ropes. Zack seethes with a rage that burns like wildfire as the crowd’s insults continue to grow louder. He lifts Krista up and belts her in the stomach with a hard punch! The attack does nothing to alleviate Zack’s frayed ego and the unbalanced superstar continues to read like a book written in twenty different languages. He tosses Krista into the corner where her back smacks against the turnbuckle. Zack follows her in with a corner splash but Krista meets him with a boot to the face! The underside of Krista’s shoe connects with Zack’s nose and sends him down to the mat! He looks on horrified and upset as Krista takes a moment to catch her breath. The exercise guru and award winning author steps onto the second rope and flies off with a knee drop to Zack’s stomach! Zack’s legs kick up and a loud “Oomph” rockets out from his mouth to the freedom of the open air! CABOOSE Zack’s never faced Krista before and he got entered as Holly’s partner at the last minute. Zack needs time to prepare for his matches. He’s a gamer! Zack rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself up. Krista is right there to snapmare him over! But Zack blocks the snapmare by shoving Krista down to the ground. Zack backs away from Krista very slowly and allows her to get to her feet. When she’s fully upright, he pounces on her with hard punches! Krista covers up as her mind races for a way to prevent Zack’s assault from doing any serious harm. Despite her blocking, Zack is able to back Krista to his corner. He grabs her into a front facelock and puts her down with a snap suplex! Zack hovers over Krista, his face a devilish red, his eyes are as wide as a mountain and as evil as Satan himself. “I’M ZACK MALIBU DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT!” Zack turns around and makes the tag to the equally off-center Holly-Wood. Holly enters the ring and brushes strands of hair away from her eyes. Holly makes no effort to not let her contempt for Krista show. She buries a soccer like kick into the small of Krista’s back! She hits Krista with another! And another! Holly continues to kick Krista! Krista escapes by rolling under the ropes With her enemy lying on the ring apron, Holly reaches over the ropes and brings her to her feet. Holly slugs Krista in the jaw with a wild right hand! The blow rocks Krista’s world and she has to hold onto the ropes just to prevent herself from falling back to the floor bellow. Again Holly hammers Krista with a wild haymaker! Krista tethers on the edge of the ring, fighting a desperate battle to stay on the apron! POW! Another heavy punch from the new Hollywood madame! Krista’s hold on the ropes stays tighter then a vice grip so she still doesn’t fall! SMAAAAACK! Krista’s face slams against the apron and her feet hit the floor after Zack Malibu yanks her off the apron! She slumps backwards to the outside mat, holding her face. The former In Crowd member stands over her and gives her an earful! “I’M ZACK MALIBU, YOU UGLY SLUT! TWO TIME WORLD CHAMPION YOU CUM DRENCHED SPERM BUCKET! I’M ZA....” From out of nowhere, Alix grabs Zack by the seat of his tights, nearly pulling them off in the process, and TOSSES~! him into the ring steps! That draws an enormous pop from the audience! “LET’S GO ALIX! LET’S GO ALIX!” CABOOSE That’s no way to treat the champ! COACH He’s not the champ! CABOOSE Don’t remind me. We’ll be back. (Go to break) (Return from break) We return to break to find that Holly has Krista backed into the corner! “WHOO!” Holly tears apart Krista’s chest with a venomous knife edge. “WHOO!” She rips her to skin to bits with another. Holly runs her fingers through her thick auburn hair and mutters a number of expletives. She takes Krista by the arm and whips her to the opposite corner! Krista’s back hammers the poorly padded turnbuckles and an audible groan leaks out of her mouth. She lowers her head, causing her blonde locks to fall in front of her. This gives Holly-wood the impression that Krista is out of it and the SoCal beauty charges at her with an avalanche! BUT KID was just playing possum! She steps out of the way and Holly’s chest collides with the turnbuckle! Holly drops backward, her eyes slowly rolling to the back of her head. Every thing looks as if it’s a blur and little stars and blue birdies float in a circle above her head. Then Krista hits her with a BIG TIME blue thunder powerbomb! KABAM! The move has a serious impact and can be felt all the way across the country to sunny Californ-i-a. COLE A lot in common between these four. All of them are from the Golden State. However, only Krista and Holly-Wood were born there. Alix was born in Oregon and raised in San Jose. Zack was born and raised in Rhode Island. Both Holly and Krista are from the suburban Los Angeles area. CABOOSE You think your lack of any respectable wrestling knowledge is made up by these stalker like facts that you seem to have on every one on the roster. You’re wrong. Krista makes a tag to Alix Spezia and the crowd raises the roof with cheers! Holly gives Alix a glare that’s more frigid then Edmonton in December. She swallows hard while narrowing her eyes. She stands up and clenches her fists that hang to her side like twin AK47's. She then charges at Alix with a lariat! “LET’S GO ALIX! LET’S GO ALIX!” Alix is quick. But not that quick. No human alive would be quick enough to dodge Holly who was coming with the speed and lethality of a runaway bullet train! The blow connects like a car into a brick wall and Alix is folded in half! Even Holly is a bit amazed by her own strength. She looks at Alix’s prone body. Her eyes narrow to the point where it looks like they’re closed and she drops a knee across Alix’s adorable face. The Arista records employee stands up and punches Krista square in the jaw! This time she does manage to knock Krista off the ring apron! Holly shows off a Malibu-esque sneer as she watches Krista writhe on the outside mat in pain. Holly turns her attention back to Alix who is using the ropes to pull herself to her feet. She looks positively dazed from that clothesline and Holly takes full advantage of her weakened state. She hammers Alix in the back with a clubbing forearm! Alix lurches forward, fighting against herself as she tries to stay up. Holly follows her forearm by grabbing Alix into a waistlock! With the crowd solidly behind her opponent, Holly lifts Alix up like she’s going for a german suplex! But instead of tossing her backwards, as is the custom, Holly drops Alix face first onto the mat and sits out on the deadly move! COLE Ye-ouch! When former future sister in laws attack! Huh? Huh? Pretty funny, eh. COACH What’s funny is you thinking those frosted tips and chickenshit goatee don’t make you look like a fourteen year old pussy. CABOOSE Coach is scoring on you like an open net! Alix pushes herself onto her feet. The camera zooms in her face, that’s as red as a tomato. Holly circles behind her. Cracking her knuckles, she eagerly anticipates the chance to do more harm to Alix. She doesn’t wait for long and takes Alix back to the canvas with a half nelson face crusher! Alix rolls onto her back, holding her hand against her hurt head. She’s groggy as hell, but still aware that Holly is trying to lock her into the HOLLYWOOD GROOVE~! (Liontamer). Alix realizes that getting put in the hold basically equals an instant loss. So she shoots her body up and grabs Holly into a ROLL UP~! 1 2 KICK OUT! COLE That was close! Holly stands right up and is immediately joined by Alix. She’s none to pleased with Alix’s kickout and displays her intense displeasure with a hard leg lariat! Alix crashes to the mat like a downed jet fighter! Unlike her baby brother, Holly isn’t one for theatrics. She hauls Alix to her feet and proceeds to unload on the San Jose State grad with hard body shots! The blows daze Alix and she wobbles from left to right, not even making an effort to cover up. Holly ends her punch fest and grabs Alix into a front face lock! ROLL THE DICE BABY! Alix is dead! If she ain’t, the massive migraine that move gave her is gonna make her wish she was! COLE This match is hot! But fans we have to go to break! CABOOSE Go to break and Cole dies. I swear. Our production crew foolishly decides that Cole’s life is worth more then our precious ad revenue so we stay with the match. Back in the ring, Holly brings Zack into the match with a tag. His re-arrival whips the crowd into a bitter frenzy as they direct a number of obscene chants at him. Remembering the earlier humiliation Alix caused him, Zack angrily stomps over to her. She stands up and Zack goes behind her and gets her into a full nelson! Alix squirms against Zack’s body (making Coach insanely jealous) and eventually frees herself of the hold. She flies behind Zackie bear and grabs him into a waist lock. The leader of the Thrillogy totally dead asses her and she can’t lift him. He nails her with a wild elbow to the side of the head and her grip is broken like a record! Alix tries to put some distance between herself and Zack. But he grabs her arms and pulls her toward him. He lifts her onto his shoulder, frowns the frown to end all frowns and takes her down with a MOTHER FUCKING DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! Zack scoops Alix up and hits her with another MOTHER FUCKING DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! Malibu drops to his knees and gets in close to Alix. A smile appears on his twisted face as he derives a sick pleasure from listening to Alix’s pained moans. He places his index finger on her shoulder and orders referee Clem Boxerfeller the second to count the pin! 1 KICK OUT! Zack slams his hands against the mat in sheer disbelief over not even getting a two count. Alix’s kick out only pisses him off further and he drives an elbow right into her neck! Alix makes a terrible choking noise that brings the smile back to Zack’s visage. He stands up and waits for Alix to do the same. When she does, he runs the ropes and uses the momentum he brings back with him to knock her head into Virginia with his favorite move, the YAKUZA KICK~! CABOOSE Oh yes! The first time Zack faced Alix she overwhelmed him with her speed. But now? Speed doesn’t mean a thing if you’re on your back the whole night. But I’m sure that’s a position she’s used to. COACH Gee, I haven’t heard that one before. Zack stands Alix up and smacks her with a European uppercut! She staggers backwards and rests against the ropes, fully feeling the effects of that strike. Zack grabs Alix’s left arm and tries to pull her away from the ropes! But Alix hooks her right arm around the top rope preventing Zack from yanking her off! The two wrestlers engage in a tenacious battle that the much stronger Zack decisively wins! He pulls Alix towards him and drives a knee right into her gut! Alix doubles over, apparently too groggy to mount a comeback. Zack runs towards the ropes. He darts like a comet back to her with a shoulder block! COUNTERED! Alix counters with a MONA LISA SMILE~!(flashback) Malibu is taken downtown to China town and that ain’t no joke, baby! Zack flops over on his back as if he has just been shot and the match moves into stalemate status. COACH HOLLA ATCHA BOI~! Cakes, Cakes, Cakes, Cakes are a bangin!!!!!!!!!! COLE I love cake! COACH Really? You seem more like a sausage man.... Zack begins the slow crawl to his corner to tag Holly, while Alix makes the long trek towards her’s. Both partners stand on the ropes! Stretching their arms out as far as they can, they anxiously await the match altering tag! Holly takes nervous glances over at Alix who’s moving at a much slower pace then Zachary. She pleads with Zack to hurry up, so that she’ll have a chance to cut Alix off! Hot tag to Holly! Hot tag to Krista! CROWD POP! Krista comes at Holly like a bat out of hell with a clothesline! Holly ducks it and takes Krista out with a back suplex! NO! Krista lands on her feet behind Holly! She spins Holly around and drills her with a DDT! NO! Holly shoves Kirsta off! Krista stumbles away and runs back first into Zack Malibu! She turns around to nail him a discus punch but Zack is waiting for her with a SCHOOLS OUT!! Its lights out for Krista! WAIT NO IT ISN’T! Krista side steps Zack’s trademark shot and swings behind the insane super star! Zack kicks his leg down and prepares to turn around and fire another Schools Out but Krista catches him into an inverted face lock! DOWN WITH LOVE(Curtain call onto the knee)? NO! Zack slams his knee cap right into Krista’s forehead! She lets him go free, more concerned with the hammering headache his counter left behind. Zack grabs a hold of Krista’s arm and brings her in close for a SHORTARM CLOTHESLINE~! NO! Krista ducks and Zack’s arm eats air! She runs underneath him and pops up to SMOKE Holly with a running clothesline! Krista runs past her fallen body and hits the ropes! She darts back at Zack and tries to decapitate him with a leaping side kick! Zack ducks! Krista sails over head and lands on her feet! She whips her body around to meet Zack with a hard knife edge chop, but he takes her over with a DEATH VALLEY DRIVER set up! FUCK NO! Krista counters, by swinging her body out and hitting Zack with a tornado DDT! The POP is down and out and the fans are ELECTRIC~! Krista turns her attention to Holly who is now standing! Punch by Holly! BLOCKED! Holly hits a spinning SPINE BUSTER! KRISTA’S BACK IS DESTROYED BY THE MOVE! Holly keeps a hold of Krista’s leg and flips her over for a HOLLYWOOD GROOVE! Krista instinctively reaches out for the ropes but alas she’s in the center of the ring! Holly’s surprisingly calm as she in a position that’s equivalent to a pitchers count baseball. The crowd urges Krista to stay strong and not to tap out! Following their orders, she begins a long crawl to the ropes. It’s looks like she just might make it, but hope is snuffed out as quickly as it appeared as Holly drags her back to the center of the ring! Krista once again tries to reach the ropes but its like crawling with the Empire State building strapped to your back and she is unable to make much a headway. She attempts to powerout, but Holly’s hold is clamped on like a pair of handcuffs! Krista lifts her hand up and....TAPS OUT! YEAH! YEAAAAHHHH!!! YEAH! YEAH!!! The energetic beat of Let’s Go blare from the speakers and allies itself with the crowd’s venomous boos to drown out Buffer’s official announcement! Holly uses her foot to push Krista out of the ring as if the woman was diseased. She leans over the ropes and stares daggers Alix’s way. COLE That’s the only the third tag team loss for Chicks Over Dicks and it came in the main event of tonight’s show! Zack Malibu and Holly-Wood, putting aside their differences and working together to beat the team with the best record in the tag division! CABOOSE That was an impressive win but what else would you expect from the Franchise of the OAOAST and the sister of the OAOAST’s resident legend killer? Chicks Over Dicks got some competition from a team far more talented then any in the tag division not named Black T or the New New Midnight Express and they fell apart. Holly has a great deal of momentum heading into her Trick or Treat match with Alix at WWE! And by beating the team with the best record in tag team wrestling, Zack has put the fear god into whoever he faces! COACH That’s it for this weeks show! But next week’s is gonna be ON FIRE as we are live in Richmond, Virginia! It’s the last show before World Without End so do not miss it! (We fade out as we watch Holly and Zack walk up the ramp, victorious.) Edited October 22, 2004 by Patty O'Green Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
