Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 29, 2004 OAOAST HeldDOWN~! We enjoy the sounds of “I Like” by Katy Rose before being attacked by the logo! NO FIREWORKS! NO NOTHING! NO TRIPLE C! JUST GET TO THE HOT ACTION! COACH WELCO..... "Black" kicks in over the Richmond sound system, and the fans boo as the #1 contender to the OAOAST Title, Hoff, steps onto the stage! CABOOSE There he is. COLE Are you going to do that long introduction again? CABOOSE You bet Coachman's ass I am. Folks, here he is, the next World Heavyweight Champion, the future of our industry, the-- COACH It's Hoff! Caboose stops in mid-sentence. The cameras cut to Sofa Central, where Caboose slowly turns and looks at Coach...and EATS HIM!! Caboose inhales Coach like Kirby! Then he spits him out! CABOOSE S'right, wanker. You didn't know I could do that. Cole looks on, horrified. CABOOSE What? COLE Nothing. Ladies and gentlemen, just in case you've been living under a rock somewhere, this man, Hoff, will challenge Crystal for the OAOAST World Title this Sunday at World Without End. COACH Oh, man, that's gonna be one hell of a match, but I got to go with my girl Crystal to retain! CABOOSE No way, tastycakes. Hoff is unstoppable right now. This is his destiny. Hoff walks down the aisle with a purpose, not stopping to acknowlegde the fans. He rolls into the ring, and he does climb to the second rope, raising an arm and saluting the crowd. Through the boos a few cheers can be heard. COLE Maybe a few Hoff fans here tonight! COACH Well, Hoff has been a very different man since becoming the #1 contender, and some say it's for the better! CABOOSE I don't. What's with all this not hitting Crystal? I don't get it. Hoff asks the timekeeper for a microphone. The crowd quiets down pretty quick. HOFF ..... Hoff holds the microphone to his lips but says nothing. COACH What's he saying? CABOOSE Nothing! Don't make me eat you. COACH Gaywad. CABOOSE !!! Hoff lowers the microphone and actually smiles... COLE That's the first time we've seen him smile in a while. Hoff shakes his head, before picking the mic back up. HOFF You know...for the first time in my life I'm at a loss for words. COACH The moderator? CABOOSE Oh, that guy sucks. COACH You don't know the half. CABOOSE Ba-zing~! Hoff shakes his head. HOFF It's like my old buddy, Chris Stevens, used to say. I'm past the point of talking; I've said all I need to say. This Sunday I'll let my actions do the talking. A few cheers pass through the crowd as Hoff continues. HOFF I just want to make sure Crystal is 100% ready for what's in store. Crystal, for the last three weeks I've watched tape, I've studied you in every possible way...and I've trained myself to become faster, more agile, and smarter. I've learned new moves and new holds. This Sunday, all of you will see a very different Hoff. And if that's a Hoff who's more concerned with competiton than chairshots, well...then that's the way it is. The last remark draws a few more cheers out of the crowd! CABOOSE What is this?! HOFF Because I've realized something lately, and that's that what's really important to me is respect. See, I'm not saying that I want to be Mr. Nice Guy...and I'm certainly not saying that I'm above laying someone out from behind. "BOOOOOOO" HOFF But what really drives me has always been proving that I'm the best at what I do...and there's no better place to do that than (pointing at the mat) right here. So if I'm a "changed man"...then I accept that. But changed or not, come Sunday, you will all be welcomed to the future. The crowd pops in an odd mix of cheers and jeers...then only cheers as "Set It Off" blares through the speakers!! COACH AWWWWW YEEEEAH!! CRYSTAL IN THE HIZZOUSE~!!!~!~! CABOOSE We need to sedate him. COLE Agreed. The Richmond crowd EXPLODES as the OAOAST Champion, CRYSTAL, steps onto the stage, mic in hand! Crystal raises her arms and soaks in the fans' cheers before walking to the ring! CRYSTAL You just had to work the catchphrase in, didn't you? Hoff chuckles, and Crystal flashes a smile. The champ climbs up the ring steps. CRYSTAL Well, Hoff, I've got to tell you something. Crystal steps into the ring, and stands face-to-face with Hoff. CRYSTAL I've seen you, these past few weeks. Hoff nods. CRYSTAL I've seen you watching tape, and I've seen you taking notes. Hell, everyone has. You've been at the arenas all day, just watching film. And, I've seen you working out. I've seen what you're doing in the ring. It's good. You've become better. And I've got to say...you're not the same guy you were a month ago. Crystal takes a step back and begins to pace. CRYSTAL See, a month ago, I thought you were just a guy with an ego problem. One more arrogant tough guy on a list of 'em. I didn't take you seriously as a challenger, because I didn't see you as a threat. Now, I'd be a fool not to see you as both. The fact remains, that Hoff...I don't like you. You've done some awful things here, and I'm not just going to forget that. And I'm gonna fight you like hell on Sunday, and I will beat you, Hoff. You can count on it. "CRYS-TAL!" "CRYS-TAL!" "CRYS-TAL!" CRYSTAL But nobody, nobody, can say you're not ready. And if somehow, you beat me...no one can say you didn't earn it. Crystal nods, and offers Hoff her hand...and he accepts!! CABOOSE WHA~?! NO!! The fans go BANANA as champion and challenger shake hands-- VOICE NOW WAIT JUST A DAMN MINUTE!! COLE What the hell? COACH It's Zack!! "Getting Away With Murder" drowns out anymore mutual respect between the Female Phenom and Hoff, as the former World Champion enters the picture. Even Hoff is surprised to see his stablemate, but Malibu walks to the ring with a purpose, holding a mic in his hand and scowling at the two people in the ring. Malibu enters, and eyes Crystal before turning to Hoff, and extending a hand. Hoff reaches for Malibu's hand to shake, but Zack pulls away! ZACK Uh uh. I didn't put it out for you to shake it. Hoff, perplexed, asks Zack what he's talking about. ZACK I said I don't want you to shake it. What I want you to do is bite it. COLE Uh... CABOOSE Easy killer, I think I know where he's going with this. Keep your fetishes at home. Hoff rolls his eyes and asks again if Zack said what he thinks he just said, as Crystal steps back. ZACK You heard me. Bite it. BITE IT! Zack waves his hand in front of Hoff's face, and the big man steps back, trying to sway Malibu's arm away. Zack stops, and Hoff asks what the hell he's doing...THEN GETS SLAPPED ACROSS THE FACE! COACH YO~! ZACK Oh, NOW you don't want to bite it? All you've been doing is biting the hand that feeds you, you son of a bitch! I bring you in, I give you a home. Protection. Hell, you should feel priveleged to sit in the same room as me and have me talk to you, but NOW...NOW you think you're above it all? You think you're above me...and you go after HER? More importantly, you go after MY BELT? I... CRYSTAL Whoa, Zack, back up. YOUR belt? Sweetie, this belt, if you recall, became mine when I made your metro ass cry for mercy at Angleslam! *Huge crowd pop. Even Hoff snickers.* CRYSTAL The way I see it Zack, is that it's finally getting to you. All the pressure, all the expectations you feel you have to live up to...face it Zack, you can't handle the fact that I'm a bigger star than YOU! *Another huge pop. Malibu is incensed.* ZACK YOU? YOU think you're a bigger star than ME? DO YOU KNOW WHO... CRYSTAL I KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND YOU SUCK, OK! "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah!" Malibu frowns, putting William Regal's facials to shame. CRYSTAL Zack, you've lost it. You've lost your mind, your grip on reality, your title, and now you're in danger of losing your friends. Everything has to be the way YOU want it? Guess what...things change. You don't have a deathgrip on this promotion anymore. The OAOAST has the Female Phenom to rely on now. As for Hoff, the respect he shows makes him eligible for a shot at this belt. God knows why he's hanging with you when he's twice the man you are! Malibu flips, and confronts Crystal. Hoff tries to ease him back, but Malibu shoves his stablemate away, stunning Hoff! Zack points a finger in Hoff's face, talking down to him, until Crystal gets in the middle of it, and all three are reaching a boiling point! COLE My God, this could ignite at any moment!! CUE: "Down With the Sickness" OOOH-AH-AH-AH-AH!! *BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM* The fans pop HUGE as the HI-YAH World Champion, AXEL, makes his way on stage! CABOOSE God, what is this, open mic night? Axel STRIKES DA CRUCIFIX POSE on the stage, then raises a microphone to his lips. CABOOSE God, it IS open mic night. Horrible. AXEL Welcome to my world. And you're all in it now. The crowd pops! CABOOSE What does that EVEN MEAN?!?! COLE Settle down. AXEL Zack, now I know, you want to fight Crystal. And by the look of it, you want a little piece of your buddy boy Hoff there. But you forget...I want a piece of YOU. Axel scowls at the fuming Malibu. AXEL See, Zackary, despite that *BLEEP*sucker Ragdoll's best efforts, I'm still standing, and I'm definitely lookin' for a FIGHT! Russell Crowe's got nothing on this Aussie. So why don't you tear your preppy, yellow ass away from the lovefest there, and you and I'll have us a brawl? "AXEL!" "AXEL!" "AXEL!" "AXEL!" Suddenly, the AngleTron lights up with the smiling visage of Bill Watts!! CABOOSE What the hell does HE want? WATTS Well, first of all, I want YOU to shut up, Caboose! Caboose's eyes go wide. COACH Oh, SERVED~! You got PUNK'D~! CABOOSE Arg. WATTS Now. It seems to me there's a situation here that needs resolving. So tonight, it's gonna be a tag match. We're gonna have Axel and Crystal... The crowd cheers as both Axel and Crystal nod. Axel smiles at the prospect. WATTS Versus Zack Malibu.... Zack rolls his eyes.... WATTS And RAGDOLL!!! COLE WHAT?! The fans pop HUGE as Zack can't believe it! Zack shakes his head and screams "NO!" at the Tron, but Watts nods. WATTS Oh, yeah, Zack, you better believe it. That's how it's gonna be. Now...you kids play nice. The image fades off the AngleTron as Zack grabs his head. COACH WOW! COLE I can't believe it! Axel and Crystal against Zack Malibu and...Ragdoll?! COACH Well it's-- HEY! Suddenly, Ragdoll appears from behind the entranceway and assaults Axel from behind! Ragdoll shoves Axel down and mounts him, throwing furious blows! But suddenly AXEL reverses the situation and pummels Ragdoll! The two brawl, as in the ring, Zack Malibu looks hard at Hoff...then at Crystal...then leaves the ring! Malibu sprints up the aisle, and gets into it with both Axel and Ragdoll! The three men all get to their feet, and brawl all the way to the back!! COLE What an explosive situation! Both Hoff and Crystal look down the ramp...then suddenly back at each other. They lock eyes, their jaws set... COACH Oh man, now THIS could explode!! But Hoff simply walks to the ropes and hops over them, landing smoothly on the outside. Hoff points at Crystal, and holds up three fingers. Crystal holds up her belt as Hoff walks to the back...and "Set It Off" blares again as Crystal makes her exit to a big ovation. COLE What a way to kick off HeldDown! A huge announcement! Crystal and Axel vs. Malibu and Ragdoll?! Unreal!! But we've got even more than that tonight! GPX hooks up with the Muses! I'll interview Holly-Wood and Bill Watts has made a tag team match with Chris Stevens and Drek Stone taking on a team of two other guys who's name I forget! CABOOSE Wasn't the point of getting rid of Northstar and Abe Vigoda to do away with the worn out authority figure character that's bogged down pro wrestling since the year 2001? If we're just to keep the role of a figurehead can't we have someone entertaining do it? COACH Silence! Josh Matthews is doing stuff! I want to see! Backstage, Josh Matthews is poised for another breath-taking, heart-stopping interview, when he hears two voices from down the hallway. “You suck!” ”No! You suck!” “You suck!” “Screw you, fanboy!” Josh and the cameraman take off down the hall, hoping to not miss a minute of the action, only to find two fans face-to-face, screaming at the top of their lungs. “OH YEAH, WELL YOUR MOTHER!” ”YOUR MOTHER!” “What is GOING ON HERE!?” Josh finally interrupts, throwing his tiny frame between their bodies. The two fans are shocked, and rightfully so. “It’s Josh Matthews! WOW!” They both bellow in unison. ”I’m James” says the one on the right. ”And I’m CHRIS!” the second one bellows. “That’s all well and good, but what are you doing back here?” “We’re wrestlers!” They both yell, but Josh sees through the ruse. “I highly doubt you two are professional wrestlers. Hell, even I could beat you.” “Nah not me, but I’m sure you could beat James.” “What! You bastard! He could easily beat you!” “Nuh uh, you are a wimp!” “You are!” “You are!” “You are!” “You are!” The two continue, and Josh can do nothing but spin his head back and forth. “Boys, boys…you don’t belong back here, you are FANS! Not wrestlers! News flash, alright?” Matthews is suddenly jolted by something off screen. “Great! We are going to have security escort you to the parking lot?” “PARKING LOT BRAWL!” The two scream, and James pounces onto Chris, wildly throwing punches. Chris recovers, however, and rolls James onto his back before returning the shots. Security follows as the two roll down the hall toward the exit, leaving a befuddled Josh Matthews in the now empty hallway, the sounds of the two men echoing in the background. “Uhm, back to you in the booth, I guess?” (BACK TO TRIPLE C) COLE Fans, don't forget World Without End is this Sunday -- Halloween night -- on pay-per-view. The event is already sold out, so be sure to call your local cable or satellite provider -- if you haven't already done so -- to order now! Our next match features the men who'll face the Global Party XChange for the the OAOAST World tag team championship at World Without End, the New New Midnight Express, managed by James E. Cornette. The Global Party XChange will also be in action later tonight, facing The Muses. Both teams gearing up for a showdown this Sunday, live and only on pay-per-view. CABOOSE Personally, I can't for World Without End. Not only will the New New Midnight Express defeat those party punks, GPX, but Hoff will beat the ovaries out of Crystal and, in the process, become the new OAOAST Champion. COACH Hoff better be ready to rise to the occasion 'cuz I know my girl is ready to go. The usual: "Chase" hits, fans boo, NNMX strut to the ring. BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, already in the ring, from Europe, "Scottish" Scott & "Irish" Danny Boy, the E.U. Their opponents, from the Darkside, weighing 465 pounds, Jim Cornette presents "Sarcastic" Simon & "Narcissistic" Ned, the New New Midnight Express! COLE As the #1 contenders to the OAOAST tag team championship head to the ring, let's hear some previously recorded comments from Jim Cornette & the New New Midnight Express. The HeldDOWN~! logo flashes past the screen, settling in the lower left hand corner as the logo morphs into a shot of Jim Cornette & the NNMX standing in front of a OAOAST banner. CORNETTE Last week "Cowboy" Bill Watts threw us a curve ball by booking us in a match against a couple of my old rivals, the Rock 'n' Roll Express! These guys have followed me all over the place: the NWA, WCW, Smoky Mountain Wrestling, the World Wrestling Federation, and then the OAOAST. But like their esstem predecessors, "Sarcastic" Simon & "Narcissistic" sent those two punks home as losers. My next trip ought to be to a retirement home, that way they'd follow me in and get caught trying to following me out, as the orderlies would think two of the senior citizens got too stimulated Sweatin' to the Oldies. If it wasn't for the fact the Rock 'n' Roll Express, particularly Ricky Morton, needed the money to pay off those toothless hogs they call wives and support all those kids they've fathered that would make Shawn Kemp sterile, we would of waltz our way to World Without End. Because on Halloween night, the New New Midnight Express will square off against the most popular tag team in the OAOAST, the World tag team champions, the Global Party XChange. Scotty & Johnny, you two punks better understand being popular doesn't guarantee victory; just ask Al Gore. You see, the last time GPX & the New New Midnight Express wrestled each other one-on-one, the NNMX took their gold. Since GPX knew they couldn't win the belts back one-on-one -- and because Bill Watts has it out for me -- OAOAST promoters signed a 3-Way TLC match at AngleSlam, a match clearly suited to the Global Party XChange's strength, to regain the titles. But what goes around, comes around. Just two weeks ago the New New Midnight Express gave you guys one helluva beating. This isn't summer or ski school, and I'm not Dean Cameron. It's gonna be wrestling school, with your teachers "Sarcastic" Simon & "Narcissistic" Ned, at World Without End. Lightning doesn't strike twice? It will on Halloween. We're walking out with a treat -- the OAOAST World tag team championship. The box fades away, and we're back to a wide shot of the ring, where both teams are stretching before the bell rings. COLE Jim Cornette very confident his team will recapture the tag titles Sunday night on pay-per-view. CABOOSE Why wouldn't he be confident? The NNMX defeated GPX for those very belts two months ago on HeldDown. All the pressure is on the Global Party XChange, who have yet to defeat -- with the exception of their fluke victories over Black T & the 3-Way TLC match at AngleSlam -- the tougher crop of tag teams that have surfaced in the OAOAST in the last 6 months. One-on-one, they're 0-3 against Hell's Hitmen, 1-2 against Black T, and 0-1 against the New New Midnight Express. COLE If it weren't for the brutal beating the NNMX gave Hell's Hitmen, they wouldn't be getting a shot at the tag team titles. COACH Say what you want -- and God knows the Coach does just that -- but you gots to admit James E. is one helluva manager. OAOAST promoters took their sweet booty time giving the NNMX their return match, so they took it. * DING DING DING * Simon & Ned go right after "Scottish" Scott & "Irish" Danny Boy, backing them against the ropes and hammering them with punches, chops and kneelifts. "Sarcastic" Simon clotheslines Danny Boy to the canvas. "Narcissistic" Ned whips "Scottish" Scott to the ropes. DROPTOE HOLD, followed by the ELBOW DROP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD. Ned rams Danny into the ringpost, then throws him over-the-top rope to the floor. Simon & Ned hit the FLAPJACK on Scott. Simon heads to the top. ROCKET LAUNCHER! 1... 2... 3! BUFFER The winners: the New New Midnight Express! COLE A very impressive win for Jim Cornette's New New Midnight Express, as they head to World Without End. CABOOSE You want to go backstage, or to break? COACH Surprise me. (SURPRISE!) 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Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 29, 2004 (UNSURPISE) (We’re taken to Penny Lane’s Arcade and Fun emporium somewhere in downtown Richmond. Terry Taylor is there and so is Alix Spezia. Alix is engaged in a bitter war with the AI of the original Mortal Kombat as her Johnny Cage is trying to take down the AI’s Kano. Sitting on the cabinet are FOURTEEN bottles of Mountain Dew Code Red that Alix has torn through since she’s been in the arcade. She’s wearing a pink ruffled skirt and a Paul Frank, “Wreck em all” t-shirt.) TERY TAYLOR Ladies and gentlemen this Sunday Night at World Without End we will be featuring our first ever Trick Or Treat match, when Holly-Wood steps in the ring with Alix Spezia. I, Terry Taylor, official OAOAST tag team correspondent, have been sent to Penny Lane’s Arcade and Fun emporium to interview Alix Spezia, one half of the tag team with the best record in the OAOAST, Chicks Over Dicks. Alix, I’ve got lots of questions. ALIX (Back to the camera) Ya got a lot of quarters? TAYLOR Yep. ALIX Then I got a lot of answers. Enquire away, Barbra Walters! Enquire! TAYLOR First, there are those who claim that you lack a Killer Instinct. ALIX I know I do! I sold my N64 and all the games I had a couple of months ago. Now, I’m really mad because I just found my copy of Wrestlemania 2000 and I can’t even play it! TAYLOR No. Not the game, an actual Killer Instinct. ALIX Wha? Did you not see me just rip Sub Zero’s heart out of his chest? How much more of a Killer Instinct do you want! Any more killer and they’d have to declare me public enemy numero uno and strap me to an electric chair! TAYLOR Very well, but what about claims that your excellent tag team record is due in large part to the quality of competition that you face. Caboose said that you feast on weaker teams. ALIX In that case, I challenge Caboose to a fight next week. More then likely, I’ll crack his skull open and feast on his juicy brain meat and wash it down with a glass of his self respect. Then Coach will say we have to go to break, but the only break that’s going on is the breaking of Caboose’s neck courtesy of me. I’ll give Caboose the kind of beat down that’s liable to get 20/20 to do an expose on graphic and gory wrestling violence and parents groups to call for a curtailing on TV violence. The kind of beat down that gets the cops on you, that’s a figurative you, not relating to me, because the cops know I’m not to be messed with. I need fifty cents. (Terry inserts some cash into the slot. Alix finishes off her fifteenth bottle of Code Red.) ALIX Terry Taylor, I could be dead for eighty trillion years, frozen in a block of ice and I’d still find a way to kick Holly ass. Because I’m similar to the Dove, in a way, I’m the symbol for war. (Alix starts on her sixteenth bottle of Code Red) TAYLOR The dove is the symbol for peace. I think the Lion is more a symbol for war and strength. ALIX A lion? Are you crazy? Have you even seen a lion? Its all hairy and such. And all the hairy guys I know spend all their time at Starbucks or on the streets protesting wars in Iraq and selling hemp jewelry and listening to the Grateful Dead and what not. But a dove? A dove isn’t with that. The only jewelry a dove wears is the necklace containing teeth of the Mexican drug lord he assassinated last week. A gang of pitbulls roll up on a dove and start talking trash. A dove is all like “screw that noise” and is liable to start shooting. I kid you not. Then the pitbulls start running, because the dove is all like kryptonite based and they’re the one guy in the ugly tights who’s allergic to kryptonite. But then the dove hops on his Harely and he chases them down kinda like Blade did to those Vampires in the beginning of Blade 2 and the dove starts spraying bullets like windex. Then he like flips off his Harley and kicks at one pitbull. Then he pulls out an AK and is just like BAM BAM BAM! Then he just takes flight before the pigs get on the scene. Its crazy. Next time you see a dove, I suggest you stop what you’re doing and run for your life. Anyway, I’m a dove and Holly is a pitbull. TERRY TAYLOR There you have it folks, “if you see a dove, stop what you’re doing and run for your life.” Prophetic words? Perhaps. Inane ramblings of a girl who’s had to much caffeine? More then likely. For the OAOAST, I’m Terry Taylor, reminding you to have a safe and happy Halloween. (To the arena!) Cue: ‘Debonaire’ by Dope Gunner walks out to ringside in sweats and a T-Shirt, with his 24/7 title belt over his shoulder, but no smile on his face. He nods to the crowd and begins to walk purposefully down the ramp. COLE Wow, an unscheduled appearance by the 24/7 Champion, and I’m thinking he would be a very, very angry man right about now! CABOOSE Very true Michael, that damn referee cost him a match again, and I’m wondering what is going through his mind right now. BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the OAOAST Twenty-Four Seven Champion, GUNNNEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR SHAAAAAAAAAAARPS!!! The seven foot monster walks up the steps and into the ring, grabbing Michael Buffer’s microphone and making a cutthroat motion, asking for his music to be cut. He begins talking straight away, obviously still pissed off. GUNNER I have been resting last week due to orders from the Board of Directors, because they know how angry I was when I lost that match to Leon Rodez. There is one little man that has been causing me to become angry over the last few weeks, and that is referee Christopher Canberra. The crowd boos at the mention of the referee that has cost Gunner the last two matches in the Round Robin tournament. GUNNER Now Chris, you are the reason that I am not in the Elimination Chamber next month. I had the match against Panther won, and you disqualified me. I had the match against Leon won, and you screwed me over again. I can understand how you would feel a little angry after I beat you to within an inch of your life, but it shouldn’t compromise your job. Which is why, after meeting with the board earlier this week, they have sanctioned a one on one match for World Without End. The Twenty-Four Seven Champion Gunner Sharps, defending his title against Referee Christopher Canberra! COLE Wow… he’d better start running now. CABOOSE Oh I’m looking forward to this now. COACH Am I the only one that doesn’t want to see this referee get killed again? COLE Yes. CABOOSE What’s this? We agree on something Michael? COLE I know; the end of the world. Gunner paces around the ring, belt over his shoulder, as the fans start to chant ‘GUN-NER! GUN-NER!’ GUNNER So Canberra, you’d better hope that I’m not in a bad mood at World Without End, because nothing will stop me from showing you why it’s NOT sensible to mess with a giant! Cue: ‘Debonaire’ by Dope Gunner drops the mic and rolls out of the ring, storming up the ring and out of the arena, slapping a couple of fans hands on the way up the ramp. COLE Well, there you have it! Gunner Sharps goes one on one with Referee Christopher Canberra at World Without End for the Twenty-Four Seven title! CABOOSE Oh… My… God. COACH OK, we’re over that now. CABOOSE Man, Gunner is one angry man right now, should make for a great massacre on Sunday, awesome stuff. COLE What could happen next on HeldDown?? COACH Who gives a shit? COLE I guess not you, Pollyanna. We'll be back! (Go to break) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 29, 2004 (Return from break) BUFFER The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Woke Up This Morning Got Yourself A Gun Mama Always Said You’d Be The Chosen One The sounds of A3's "Woke Up This Morning" hit the PA system a roar of boos comes up from the crowd as Drek Stone struts out from the locker room. He pauses at the top of the ramp, taking a brief moment to scour the capacity crowd. Then, he flashes a nonchalant smile before continuing his path to ringside. BUFFER Introducing first, hailing from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in tonight at 225 pounds - he is the self-proclaimed “World’s Greatest Athlete!” Folks, please welcome the former OAOAST Italian Champion…….DRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEK STOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNE!!! The crowd voices its disapproval once more as Drek climbs the ring stairs and steps through the ropes and walks out to the center of the ring. After turning to face the main camera, Drek pounds his chest, and an impressive display of fireworks rise up from the ringposts. COLE What a contest we're about to witness here tonight. "Reckless" Drek Stone...a man who, as we found out last week, is headed to World Without End to do battle with Panther in a tiebreaker for the Round Robin tournament. It'll be a ladder match, and quite frankly fans, I can't wait to see it. CABOOSE And I still think that this match is completely unfair to Drek. I mean, Drek worked hard to get that title shot! He entered the Round Robin tournament and all by himself, he went through all the competition, fair and square, only to have this lowly riffraff Panther try and pull a fast one in the end. I mean...to think that Panther would actually stoop to paying the Mad Cappa off... COLE Oh will you stop it? CABOOSE Stop what?! Stop speaking the truth about that no-good Panther? COLE Do you honestly believe that garbage? That Panther paid off Cappa? CABOOSE Why wouldn't I? Drek told me so himself. The guy wouldn't lie to me. COLE I...I...this is ridiculous. Well fans, in just a few moments, you're gonna get a bit of a preview of what you're gonna see Sunday night... Drek's music fades out, and the opening riff of Local H's "Bound to the Floor" kicks in. The arena lights flash blue and white as Chris steps out onto the stage, greeted by the crowd's resounding boos. He too pauses on stage, soaking up the reaction before heading down the ramp to join his partner for the evening. BUFFER His tag team partner, hailing from Rochester, Minnesota and weighing in tonight at 221 pounds...Chris Stevens! More boos from the crowd as Stevens slides into the ring, where Drek Stone approaches him with open arms. Stevens just looks at Drek as he stands before him with a cheesy grin on his face asking him for a hug. Stevens just rolls his eyes and shoves Drek aside before heading over to a far corner. COLE And speaking of Sunday night, World Without End, this man--Chris Stevens...who certainly IS NOT HOFF! CABOOSE Nope. No Hoff here. COLE Right...he'll do battle with Sly Sommers this Sunday. COACH MY BABYGURL!!!!!! Boose and Cole give Coach an odd look. COACH What? Drek approaches Stevens for a quick pre-match strategy session, but again, is shoved away by the determined Stevens. The two men then begin to bicker, to the delight of some of the ringside fans, who hope to see the two men come to blows. However, before their verbal disagreement is able to escalate into physical one... *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM~!" The arena is rocked by a HUUUUUGE pyro blast. "State Prop (You Know Us)" hits the PA system as flashing red and white spotlights flood the previously darkened arena, roaming the crowd momentarily before converging on the entrance. There, Tina appears through a thick cloud of smoke, closly followed by Panther, who's wearing a black fitted cap, and a white "Panther's Way" t-shirt over his ring gear. In the ring, Drek and Stevens quickly forget about one another and divert their attention to the stage, motioning for Panther to "bring it." Panther, though, ever the showman, chooses rather to wait for the cue in his music, and as the horns begin to blare over the PA system, he slowly raises his arms above his head--holding them high into the air as bright white spotlights illuminate the set behind him--then swifly brings them down by his sides. The spotlights disperse about the arena, and Panther and Tina continue their path to the ring. BUFFER And their opponents: introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Tina, he hails from Philadelphia, PA and weighs in tonight at 194 pounds, he is the "Champion of Champions"...PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNTHHEEEEEERRRRR!!!!!! The crowd pops big as Panther and Tina near the bottom of the ramp; Stevens and Drek eye them intently from the ring as a pair of lions would eye their prey. Panther's no fool, though. He flashes his trademark smirk at his foes, and instead of heading into the ring, he merely points back toward the locker room, as Lynyrd Skynard's "Give Me Back My Bullets" hits the PA system. The crowd gives an obscenely large pop as Sly Sommers emerges from the locker room. BUFFER And his tag team partner: hailing from Bayside, California and weighing in tonight at 195 pounds, here is SLLLLLYYYYYYYY...SOMMERS!!!!!! Sly continues down the ramp to ringside, tagging the hands of a few fans at ringside before meeting up with Panther at the bottom of the ramp. Panther tosses both his hat and t-shirt into the crowd before looking up at Stevens and Drek in the ring, then turning back to Sly. SLY On three. You ready? Panther nods affirmatively, and they both turn back to the ring, bracing themselves. And they count down... 1... 2... 3... ...and on three, Sly darts into the ring, not realizing that Panther had taken a moment to tie his shoe. *DING DING DING* Drek and Stevens MAUL Sly as soon as he hits the ring, tearing into him with a barrage of kicks and punches as Panther--oblivious to what's happening in the ring--continues to tie his shoe. The crowd boos wildly as the dastardly duo drags Sly into a corner and begin to go to work on him. Meanwhile, on the outside, an excited Tina taps Panther on the shoulder to get his attention. PANTHER What the...(spots Sly getting his ass kicked in the ring)...uh...oops. And with that, Panther slides into the ring and rushes to Sly's aid, rushing Drek Stone from behind and flinging him out to the center of the ring, to a huge pop from the crowd. Drek quickly returns to his feet, where he and Panther begin to trade punches, as in the background, Sly begins to fight his way out of the corner with a series of kicks and forearms delivered to Stevens. The crowd heats up for Sly's attempted flurry, but they quickly deflate as Stevens buries a knee deep into his abdomen. Handful of hair sends Sly to the outside, as in the center of the ring, Drek's beginning to get the better of his exchange with Panther. Hard right hands has Panther staggered...Drek tries to follow up with another, but Panther ducks underneath and applies a full nelson to Drek. He's unable to get his fingers locked, however, and Drek's easily able to escape, go behind and apply his own full nelson... COACH AWW SHUCKY DUCKY! COLE HE'S GOING FOR THE RECKER!!!!!! Indeed, but Panther's trying to fight it, hooking Drek's leg with his own to prevent him from lifting him for the move. With Panther locked in the full nelson, Stevens feels as if now's as good a time as any to get in a free shot on him. With a devilish grin on his face, Stevens charges at Panther with a full head of steam, but alas... *WHAM* COLE OH!!!!! HE GOT DREK!!!!!! ...Panther manages to break free of the full nelson and duck out of the way, leaving Drek to catch the full brunt of a Stevens clothesline. Stevens is unapologetic, though, as he merely looks down at his fallen partner and shrugs his shoulders. He then turns back to Panther, only to catch a superkick for his trouble. The blow sends Stevens staggering back into the ropes, at which point Sly Sommers reenters the ring and sends him sailing over the top rope with a hard clothesline. Then, a wobbly Drek Stone pulls himself back to his feet, at which point, Panther grabs him in a rear waistlock and folds him up with a devastating German Suplex. Sly quickly follows up, lifting Drek back to a standing position, crossing the arm and dumping him right onto the back of his head with the USA High Angle Backdrop 2K4. The crowd cheers are deafening as Drek rolls around on the canvas in pain. COLE Drek Stone is being bounced off the canvas like a Richmond, Virginia...like a Richmond...hey, what kinda sports do they play here in Richmond, anyway? The crowd claps and stomps in unison as a groggy Stone tries to bring himself back to his feet, with Panther and Sly both anxiously awaiting his rise. Slowly but surely, Drek pulls himself onto all fours, then manages to pull himself up to a knee. As soon as Drek reaches a vertical base, Panther and Sly rush right in on him... ...BUT Stevens YANKS STONE OUT TO THE FLOOR before they can get their hands on him. The crowd is none too happy after that. Neither is Drek, apparently. DREK (to Stevens) What the hell are you doing?! I HAD THEM?! COLE Are you kidding me?! Drek can barely stand, but is pissed at Stevens for intervening there. He gives Stevens a weak shove, to which Stevens responds with one of his own. Drek comes right back. Stevens again! Stevens! Drek! Stevens! Drek! COACH It's SHOVE-FEST people! A SHOVE-FEST!!!! COLE This team of Drek and Stevens could combust at any moment here. Before they get the chance, though, both men get floored with a pair of baseball slides from Panther and Sly, much to the crowd's delight. Sly and Panther play to the crowd in the ring as, on the floor, Stevens and Drek try to gather themselves. Then, Sly signals to Panther. COLE What's this gonna be? CABOOSE Something illegal, no doubt. With his back facing the ropes (on the same side Stevens and Drek are on), Sly drops to a knee and locks his hands. Picking up on Sly's signal, Panther places his right foot into Sly's hands, and as their opponents begin to rise on the floor, Sly boosts Panther up and over his head... CROWD OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH! SLY Er...uh...oops. Unfortunately for Panther, Sly's unable to get the kind of leverage he wants, and instead of tossing Panther onto their opponents on the floor, he instead ended up tossing him crotch-first onto the top rope. Slight laughter from the crowd as Panther falls to the mat clutching at his groin. No use crying over spilled milk, though, as Sly decides to switch gears--heading over to the ropes and propelling himself onto the heels with a nicely executed pescado. The crowd pops once more as the three men roll around on the arena floor. COLE Not much cohesion between either of these teams so far. CABOOSE Maybe so, but I still give the teamwork advantage to Drek and Stevens. COLE I dunno about that. Sly grabs Drek by the hair and waistband of his tights and rolls him into the ring. He prepares to follow, but a Stevens double axehandle promptly sends him to his knees. Stevens then lifts Sly up and slams his head into the ring apron before rolling him into the ring, where Drek attempts to gather himself. Both Drek and Sly are slow to get back their feet, but Drek makes it up first, and manages to catch Sly in the head with a hard right hand. Knee lift to the chin sends Sly staggering back into the ropes, at which point, Drek grabs his arm and sends him in for an Irish whip--WAIT! Sly reverses and sends Drek in instead. Sly tries to catch Drek coming off with a clothesline, but Drek manages to roll underneath, and when Sly turns to face him, he gets blasted with a huge dropkick from Stone. The crowd boos wildly as Drek springs back to his feet and raises his arms into the air. He takes a quick moment to fix up his hair, before turning back to Stevens, who--from the apron--is motioning to be tagged in. "I've got him, Chris," yells Drek, choosing not to oblige Stevens' request. Stevens again shrugs his shoulders as Drek reaches down to lift Sly off the canvas. Suddenly, Sly yanks Drek down to the canvas and goes for the Cravateface! The crowd begins to clamor. COLE Sly's got Stone! Sly's trying to get the Cravateface locked in! Can he...YES HE CAN! NO HE CAN'T!!! Drek does a forward roll to escape Sly's grasp, and catches him with an axehandle blow to the head to send him right back down to the mat. Having had enough of Sly, Drek heads over to his corner to tag in Stevens, but Stevens not there; he's standing on the bottom rung of the ring stairs with his back turned to the action, taking the time to jaw jack with some of the ringside. A look of anger appears across Drek's face, but before he even has a chance to react, Sly comes up from behind and catches him with a roll up! Shoulders are down... 1... 2.. Kickout after TWOOOO~! Upon kicking out, Drek heads right back to the corner, and begins to screaming at Stevens, bringing his focus back to the match. Stevens rushes back up to the apron to make the tag, but just as he gets in range, Sly comes from behind once again and drags Drek out to the center of the ring, where he hooks him for a backslide. Drek tries desperately to fight it and remain vertical, but to no avail, as Sly eventually works him over for the count of... 1... 2... NO! Drek kicks out. Sly quickly grabs Stone's right arm and applies a textbook armbar. Stone works his way back to his feet and makes a go for his corner, with his left arm extended as he desperately reaches for the tag, but Sly uses the armbar to drag him right back out to the center of the ring. Sly then winds up on an arm wringer, the pain from which sends Drek down to his knees. With Drek down, Sly steps over his arm and brings him over and into a cross armbreaker. Drek cries out in pain as the referee rushes to his side, checking to see whether or not Drek will submit. However, Drek's close enough to the ropes that he's able to lock his ankles around it, necessitating the break. REF C'mon Sly! Break! 1...2...3... Sly breaks on 3. Once Drek is free from the ropes, Sly brings him back to his feet, at which point, he winds up on his arm with another arm wringer! He winds up again before dragging him back to his corner, where he extends his hand to Panther for the tag. Panther--still wincing after being crotched on the top rope--looks into the crowd for approval, and after getting a favorable response, he reaches in and accepts the tag, much to the crowd's delight. With Sly still holding Drek's arm in place, Panther slings himself to the top rope, and comes off with a flying elbow right to the inner portion of Drek's elbow. Sly steps out to the apron as Panther drives Drek down to his knees with another armbar. COLE And the first display of effective teamwork comes from Panther and Sly, as right now, their focus appears to be that right arm of Drek Stone's. On the outside, Tina rhythmically bangs against the canvas, which draws chants of "PAN-THER, PAN-THER" from the capacity crowd. By now, Drek Stone has worked his way back to his feet, and manages to drive Panther back into his and Stevens' corner. Slight boos from the crowd as the ref forces Panther to break. REF 1...2...3...4... On 4, Panther releases the armbar and holds the palms of his hands into the air, signifying a clean break. Suddenly, Drek nails Panther with a forearm shot to the midsection, doubling him over. He then proceeds to drive him back into the corner and start hammering away with rapid-fire right hands to Panther's forehead. Blatant choke...right in front of the official!!!!! COLE C'mon, ref! Get in there! REF Break the choke, Drek! 1...2...3... Drek breaks on 3, and the ref backs him out to the center of the ring. With the ref's back turned, Stevens takes it upon himself to wrap the tag rope around Panther's throat. COLE HEY REF! TURN AROUND! The crowd boos wildly in the background as Stevens chokes Panther with the tag rope. He releases just as soon as the ref turns around, allowing Drek to go back to work on Panther. Hard stomps to the midsection. More right hands...AND DAMN IT HE'S CHOKING HIM AGAIN! COLE DAMN IT REF!!! CABOOSE Cole, either you're gonna keep it down, or I'm gonna have to ask you to leave. The ref once again calls for the break, and when Drek doesn't respond, he steps in and tries to physically force Drek off of Panther. The ref hooks Drek's right arm and tries to pull him out to the center of the ring-- *THUD* --but Drek shoves him hard to the canvas, earning more jeers from the capacity crowd. He then turns back to Panther with his fist cocked, preparing to strike once more--OH! But Panther beats him to the punch with a hard right hand. Another one sends him staggers Drek, at which point, Panther turns and blasts Stevens on the jaw with a reverse elbow! CABOOSE HEY! COLE Panther trying to fight his way out of that corner! Panther's taking both men on! CABOOSE He cannot put his hands on Chris Stevens like that! The crowd starts to heat up as Panther continues to fight his way out of the buckle. He rocks Drek with another right hand, sending him staggering out to the center of the ring. Angered, Drek charges Panther and tries for another right hand, but Panther counters that with a half nelson, which he uses to drive the back of Drek's neck down across his knee. Drek clutches at the back of his neck as he pulls himself back up to a kneeling position, at which point, Panther hits the ropes opposite him, and comes off... *WHAM* ...nailing Drek square on the jaw with a running front dropkick! Panther quickly goes for the cover... 1... 2... STEVENS breaks up the count after TWOOOO~! CABOOSE There's some teamwork for you! The ref ushers STEVENS back out onto the apron as Panther applies another armbar and uses that to bring Drek back to his feet. *CRACK* CROWD WHOOOOOO~! HARD chop to the chest of Drek by Panther! *CRACK* CROWD WHOOOOOOO~! A second sends him staggering back into the ropes. Irish whip by Panther sends him into the far side. Drek ducks a reverse elbow coming off and continues to the other side. Panther quickly turns around, ready to intercept him as he comes off again, but this time, Drek holds onto the top rope, then scrambles over to his corner and slaps Stevens hard on the shoulder. COLE What the... COACH Was that a tag? Apparently, as Drek hops to the outside and orders Stevens into the ring. Stevens just rolls his eyes as he steps through the ropes and goes face to face with Panther. COLE The tag has been made, and in comes Chris Stevens. COACH Yeah, and ya know, if I'm not mistaken, this is the first time these two have ever squared off. CABOOSE Yeah. Could be the last time too after Stevens gets done with him. The two men stare each other down for a moment before Stevens waves Panther on. Panther obliges, and comes in with a collar-and-elbow tieup. Stevens transitions into a side headlock. Panther shoves Stevens into the ropes, but he comes off with a shoulderblock that sends Panther to the mat. Panther kips right back up, though. He ducks a right hand from Stevens and connects with one of his own. Stevens tries to fire back, but Panther ducks hooks him for a T-Bone Suplex. Stevens manages to elbow out of it, however, and send Panther sailing into a neutral corner with an Irish whip. The impact is enough to send Panther staggering back out of the buckle, allowing Stevens to hook him and take him over with a Northern Lights Suplex. He holds the bridge. 1... 2... Panther gets the shoulder up before the count of three. Both Sly and Tina watch on intently as Stevens lifts Panther off the mat and buries a knee deep into his gut. A second time. He then scoops Panther up and lifts him for a scoop slam, but Panther manages to wiggle his way free land behind him. He drives Stevens forward into the ropes, and tries to pull him back with a roll up, but Stevens hooks the top rope, and Panther's sent rolling back out to the center of the ring. Panther quickly returns to his feet, at which point, Stevens charges at him with a clothesline. Panther manages to duck under, though, and run to the ropes. Stevens tries another clothesline as he comes off, but Panther ducks it again and heads into the ropes again, where he makes a blind tag to Sly. Panther comes off the ropes and slides through Stevens' legs, at which point, Sly propels himself to the top rope, and nails Stevens with a springboard clothesline. Panther slides to the outside as Sly begins tearing into the fallen Stevens with rapid-fire right hands to the head. COLE Sly is tearing into Stevens... CABOOSE ...with illegal fists, Cole! Tell it like it is. Sly returns to his feet, managing to catch a charging Drek Stone coming in with a hip toss. Drek rises quickly, but a dropkick from Sly sends him tumbling through the ropes and to the outside. Sly right back to his feet, where he catches a rising Stevens with a boot to the midsection, doubling him over. He follows that up with an STO, putting Stevens right back onto the canvas. Sly then heads out to the apron and begins to scale the turnbuckles, and with the crowd rooting him on, he stands upright on the top rope and leaps into the air, coming down on Stevens with a flying elbow drop. He goes for the cover... 1... 2... NO! Stevens gets the shoulder off the mat. COACH Sly's on fire! CABOOSE What are you, Dick Vitale? COACH BOOM-SHAKALAKALAKA!! CABOOSE Yeah, 1995 called, they want their sportscaster back. Stevens slowly gets up after the elbow, and Sly is waiting. Sly spins Stevens around and hooks him in a reverse facelokc, dropping Stevens back down into a reverse DDT. Sly pulls Stevens back up to a seated position, and locks in a modified rear chinlock, with his knee driving into Stevens' neck... COLE That has to hurt! Stevens flails his limbs, but waves the ref off as the official checks on whether he wants to submit. Stevens turns his body, slipping his head free of the hold. Both men scramble to their feet, but the quicker Sommers is up first and hits Stevens with a forearm to the face. Stevens bounces back, and staggers into his corner -- where Drek Stone makes the tag! Stevens looks at Drek incredulously as the Reckless One steps into the ring! Drek just shrugs, and Stevens gives him a shove! Drek shoves back! COACH I think the marriage may be ending! Stevens steps up to Drek and gets in his grill, jawing at his teammate, and Drek starts mouthing off right back! The two get nose-to-nose...and suddenly eat boot as Sly catches them BOTH with a front dropkick! The fans go wild as Sly spins back to his feet, waiting for his opponents! Stevens wisely rolls out of the ring, but Drek stumbles up, right into Sly's waiting grasp! Sly lifts him up into a fireman's carry, and drops him with a Death Valley Driver! Sly floats into a cover! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NO!!!!! COLE Did he get him? COACH I thought so! The referee calls for the break, and signals a two-count. Sommers gets to his feet and asks the official what happened, and the ref points to Drek's foot lying on the bottom rope. Sly looks down...then at Stevens, who's collecting his breath on the outside. COLE Did Stevens put Drek's foot on the rope? CABOOSE WHAT?! Heaven forbid. COLE Oh come on! Sly shouts down at Stevens on the outside, who holds up his hands and maintains innocence. Meanwhile, we go to a split-screen replay, clearly showing Chris Stevens putting Drek Stone's foot on the bottom strand. COLE Now come on, why would he do that? CABOOSE He's SMART! Or that wasn't actually him. I get my heel announcing cliches mixed up at times. COACH Well Chris and Drek may not see eye-to-eye, but that doesn't mean either one wants to lose this matchup! Sly yells down at Stevens, "I'll deal with YOU on Sunday," prompting a big cheer from the Richmond faithful! Stevens just rolls his eyes and climbs back onto the apron as Sly picks Drek up and drags him to the babyface corner, where he smashes his head into the turnbuckle before tagging in Panther. Panther hops over the top rope and grabs Drek by the hair, running him to a neutral corner and SLAMMING his face into the buckle! Stevens cringes as Panther runs with Drek all the way across the ring to the far corner, and AGAIN smashes him into the buckle! The fans get riled up as Panther whips Drek cross-corner into the opposite post, and pumps his fist into the air! Panther charges, and FLOORS Drek with a huge clothesline!! Panther pulls Drek up, and grabs him, and drops him with a T-BONE SUPLEX!! Drek hits hard, and Panther crawls over to make a cover!! ONE!! TWO!! KICKOUT!! COACH Oh, so close! COLE Panther dying to get that title shot on Sunday, and he's like to get the win here today! Panther rolls off of Drek, and gets to hsi feet. Drek uses the ropes to pull himself up. Drek turns around, and Panther throws a right hand, but Drek ducks! Drek uses his momentum to smoersault under Panther's arm and roll to his corner, making the tag to Stevens! The fans boo the incredibly athletic maneuver as Stevens enters the ring...only to cheer as he eats a big right hand from Panther! Panther fires off another, and another, and another, and the fans are loving it as Panther whips Chris off the ropes! Chris hits the strands and comes back, and Panther fires off a superkick -- but Stevens catches the boot! Stevens twirls Panther around and grabs him in a rear waistlock, looking for a German Suplex, but Panther blocks the move with his boot! Panther fires off a back elbow, catching Stevens in the temple, and reverses the waistlock, stepping behind Stevens and hitting a BIG German Suplex! Panther releases and Stevens folds up like an acordion... CABOOSE Yikes. Poor guy. Come on, Chris! Panther gets to his feet and walks over to where Stevens has unceremoniously landed, and pulls him back to his feet. Panther shouts to the hot crowd, before hooking Stevens up from behind again, but this time it's Stevens turn to find a way out, as he throws his own elbow before spinning into a modified drop toe hold. COACH Sweet counter! CABOOSE You know Drek hasn't been in for a good three minutes now. This sucks. Drek is still recuperating on the apron as Stevens gets back to his feet behind Panther, waiting for the Champion of Champions to find his footing. Panther does, and Stevens spins him around, hooking him in a front face lock for a Diamond Cutter! But Panther pushes him off, and Stevens bounces off the ropes, walking right back into a PANTHER CUTTER~! "YEEEEEEAAAHHHH!!!" The fans go CRAZY for the big move!! COACH The genuine article!! COLE This has to be it! Panther makes a cover! ONE!! TWO!! NO!! From out of nowhere, Drek drops a forearm across the back of Panther's head, breaking the pinfall attempt. Stevens rolls away as the crowd pops for Sly! Sommers runs into the ring and pulls Drek up, unloading a STORM of vicious right hands! Sommers sends Drek reeling into the corner, where he STILL beats on Drek! Meanwhile, Panther looks on with a satisfied smirk, then turns his attentions back to Chris Stevens as the ref attempts to separate Sly and Stone. Panther picks Chris up again by the hair...and Chris THUMBS HIM IN THE EYE! CABOOSE DEVASTATING!! Way to go buddy!! Stevens smirks as Panther clutches his face, and Chris, seizing the opportunity, casually tosses Panther over the top rope and to the outside. Stevens rolls his neck out, rubbing a sore spot, as Tina runs to check on her man. Stevens heads to the brawl in the corner, where Drek is doing all he can to cover up. Stevens casually pushes the ref to the side, then grabs Sly, spinning him and rocking him with a European uppercut. Sly reels, and Stevens pulls back and launches a hard right hand that sends Sommers down. Drek, slowly, comes out of the corner, looking at a smiling Chris Stevens who points to the outside. COLE What?! Come on! Panther's hurt, Chris damn near took his eye out! CABOOSE Oh yeah, Mikey, and now's Drek's chance to kick 'em while he's down! I love it! Drek takes a second to survey the scene at ringside, then smiles back at Stevens and nods before heading to the outside. The official tries to stop the Reckless One, but Drek pays no heed as he stalks over to Panther! Tina tries to get in the way, but Drek shoves her HARD, and she stumbles into the ringpost with a sick *CRACK*! Tina holds the back of her head as she goes down!! COACH Tina hit her head pretty hard, guys! COLE Come on, Drek; this is reprehensible! CABOOSE Isn't it though? In the ring, Stevens pulls Sly back up by the hair, taunting the capacity crowd...but Sommers reaches up and grabs Stevens by the neck! Sly brings him down with a modified headlock takedown -- and LOCKS IN THE CRAVATEFACE!!!!!! COLE What?! COACH Out of NOWHERE!! The fans get to their FEET as Sly Sommers has Chris Stevens TRAPPED in the Cravateface!! Stevens' eyes go wide as he looks frantically for a means to escape...looks...looks...and TAPS OUT TO THE HOLD!!!!! BUT THERE'S NO REFEREE!! COLE Dammit all! The ref, meanwhile, is busy on the outside trying to pull Drek Stone off of Panther as Drek is choking Panther with a chair! Drek, mounted on Panther's chest, is driving the top of the chair into Panther's windpipe! Panther tries to get free, but doesn't have the air! Drek pulls the chair off, and SLAPS Panther across the face!! Meanwhile, the ref grabs the chair and tosses it aside! Drek grabs for his chair...but seeing it gone, he simply chokes Panther with his hands!! The ref grabs Drek's arm, but it's to no avail! Finally, Sly, looking on, has had enough, and he heads to the outside! Sly steps toward the referee-- and pauses. COLE What's he doing? Sly appears to mull something over for a split second...then turns around, walks a few steps over...and GRABS THE CHAIR!! The fans pop as Sly hoists the weapon overhead! COACH AWWWW YEAH!! COLE I think Sly Sommers has had it! Had it with Stevens, had it with Drek, had it with this match! And can you blame him? COACH Hellllllllllll NO!! Sly slides into the ring, where Stevens has crawled onto all fours. Sly steps over Stevens, watching him crawl and try to find his feet. Sly stands right above Stevens and raises the chair...and STEVENS HITS A LOW BLOW!! The fans jeer as Sly falls, dropping the chair. Stevens, slowly, gets to his feet, and grabs the steel chair off the mat! Sly gets back to HIS feet, favoring his Skittles, and turns around... *CRACK* Stevens swings the chair and catches Sly HARD in the forehead! Sommers collapses to the mat, and Stevens throws the chair out of the ring!! "YOU SUCK!" "YOU SUCK!" "YOU SUCK!" Stevens heads to the outside and grabs the referee, rolling him back into the ring! Stevens climbs onto the apron, and heads up to the top rope! CABOOSE Stevens looking for it!! Stevens sizes up the distance and leaps...FROGGY SPLASH CONNECTS!! The cover!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!! *ding ding ding* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this contest, "Reckless" Drek Stone and CH-RISSSS STEEEE-VENS!!!!! The fans jeer as Stevens rolls off of Sommers, smiling as the referee raises his hand in victory. The fans hiss and jeer as Chris jaws with them as he hops to the outside, where he's joined by a smirking Drek Stone. The two fiends raise each other's hands as they walk up the ramp. CABOOSE What a sight -- HeldDown's newest main eventer and it's #1 contender!! COLE They're not yet!! CABOOSE They will be! Stevens and Stone point and laugh as Sly gets up, holding his forehead in one hand and his body with the other. Meanwhile, the referee finally gets both Panther and Tina back up, and they too roll into the ring, staring daggers at the bad guys. COACH Well Chris Stevens and Drek Stone didn't use a lot of teamwork, but they got the job done! It's like they say, "cheat to win!" COLE Who's "they?" COACH The WW-- CABOOSE Don't even think about it. COLE In any event, Chris Stevens and Drek Stone victorious going into Sunday, but I have a feeling that things will be a little different at World Without End! Folks, we've got a lot more show tonight, so stay with us! COACH Or find something better to do with your Thursday night! (Go to break) (Return from break) COLE Right now, let's go to the ring, as I've been told that Alex Bryant has requested some time. ("Six Barrel Shotgun" starts up, and Alex Bryant comes out of the entrance, wearing a black Pixies shirt along with his usual ring gear. He walks to the ring, largely ignoring the fans. When he enters the ring, he pulls a microphone out of the back of his tights.) ALEX So, this Sunday night, I have a title shot at the most prestigious lightweight championship in the professional wrestling world, as I fight Yuji Chusaki, the most beloved junior heavyweight in all of Asia, for his HI-YAH Junior Heavyweight Championship, at World Without End, coincidentally my Pay-Per-View singles debut. So, to prepare for it, I think I'm going to have a public workout right here tonight! COACH Didn't that other company in Connecticut propose doing something like this with a couple of models at some Pay-Per-View a couple of weeks ago? COLE I doubt he's doing any aerobics, Coachman. ALEX So, at this time...(turns to a clean-cut, young-looking referee who's kneeling at ringside, waiting for the next match)...excuse me, come into the ring, please. The referee looks around for a second before cautiously walking into the ring. ALEX Hey, don't I recognize you? What's your name? REF Um...Jonas Smith. ALEX Jonas, Jonas...aren't you doing this ref gig part-time? JONAS Kinda... ALEX Yeah, you're doing this as an internship because you're training to be a wrestler, correct? JONAS Yeah, I'm training at the Zack Malibu School. ALEX Yes, you're one of Zack's students. So, you don't mind if we have a little exhibition here, do you? You know, a learning experience for you; might even help you become a competent wrestler. JONAS Well...Mr. Malibu said... ALEX Zack says a lot of things; most of them are malarkey. Just follow my word, and this should be pleasant for both of us. Now, take off the referee shirt and go to that corner over there. (Jonas follows those orders begrudingly.) ALEX Now... ...Alex jumps Smith in the corner with a charging forearm! COLE Come on now, he's not even fully trained! COACH Didn't you win a match on this show a couple of months ago, and you weren't trained whatsoever? COLE That was different; I had an excellent partner. This kid's being hung out to dry! Alex pulls Jonas out of the corner, and starts lighting him up with repeated chops to the chest. Bryant then puts his legs between Smith's legs and lifts him up to immediately slam him down hard with a waterwheel slam (Bob Holly's Alabamaslam) before keeping the legs grabbed and applying an Alligator Clutch (you have the opponent on their back, grab their legs, and fall forward to fold the opponent in half while just laying on their legs). Alex counts his own fall... 1... 2... 3! COLE You've proven your point; just get out of the ring. Alex gets off of him, but waves his finger in the air to signify that he's not done with him yet. Smith crawls around the mat on all fours, dazed and confused, before Alex pulls him up. Alex puts him in a wristlock before forcing him down to the mat and locking in the Border City Stretch! COACH Don'cha think this is a little much? Alex cranks back as far as he can on the hold, and Jonas immediately taps out! COLE Okay, the point's been proven, give it up. Bryant lets go of the hold with a smirk on his face...but then starts slapping Jonas in the back of the head, mockingly yelling at him to get up. He then pulls Jonas up by the hair to a bent position, and starts to repeatedly kick him in the face while holding his hair from the side. After six toe kicks to the jaw and face, he pulls Jonas into a front facelock before lifting him up for a suplex, crossing the kid's legs, and dropping him head-first with the Border City Driver (cross-legged Ki Krusher)! Alex then goes to a kneeling position and starts to act as the unofficial referee, lifting and dropping Jonas's arm to check if he's still concious... 1... 2... 3. COLE You've pretzeled the kid up, you've made him submit, and you knocked him out by dropping him on his noggin; what the hell else? Alex starts giggling to himself before picking up the microphone that he dropped... ALEX Yuji, I want you to replay all three of those outcomes in your head. I can pin you out of nowhere in any way I know how...I can make you cry and scream like a girl before making you tap out, and I can give you the most devastating head-drop move on the face of the damn planet! On All Hallow's Eve, I'll be walking in this very ring as just a boy...but I'll be leaving as a man, a myth, and by God, a legend too. See you Sunday. ("Six Barrel Shotgun" plays again in the background, as referees run past Alex while he walks to the locker room to help Jonas Smith out of the ring.) COLE This is, by far, the most personality we've EVER seen out of the usually silent, but violent Alex Bryant. Can he achieve what many, many lightweight wrestlers across the world have been aiming for since their careers' inceptions and grab the HI-YAH Jr. Heavyweight Championship? COACH I know one thing: we've gotta go backstage, because this is the OAOAST: SOMETHING has to be a-brewin'! (Go backstage) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 29, 2004 Josh Matthews stands backstage, only to be knocked out of view by a rushing figure. “OH MAN! I’M SO SORRY!” Matthews is lifted to his feet and finally gets his first good view at his accidental assailant. “You again!” Standing over Matthews is Chris, his eyes wide and a smile is across is face. “What do you want?” ”Don’t you want to interview me, Josh? I WON!” “…won?” “THE PARKING LOT BRAWL!” Matthews is once again stunned. “…oh Christ.” “No, it’s C-H-R-I-S. James put up a good fight, but I took him down with my superior technical prowess and spe-“ ”CHEATER!!!!!!” From off screen the voice of James is heard, rushing for him with security not far behind. James hits Chris and takes his down with a vicous… …slap? SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLLLLLAAAAAAP!! The two slap each other back and forth and Matthews can’t even control himself… “SLAPFIIIIIGHT!” People come running from all directions as the two fans take their open hands to each other. Security grabs the two by the ankles and begins dragging them down, the hall. SLAP! “CHEATER!” SLAP! “I DID NOT CHEAT!” SLAP! “DID TOO!” SLAP! “DID NOT!” SLAP! “DID TOO!” SLAP! “DID NOT!” SLAP DID TOO! OOOMPH “…AND STAY OUT!” The camera follows as security dumps Chris and James out the doors and into the cold night, but the two don’t even seem to notice, as the slaps continue to fly as they roll into the darkness. (We cut to a shot of the inside of Father's mansion. We see Father lying in a bed looking very sick while JAE, Cain, and Justice Inc. stand around him.) J. ARTHUR Are you happy now? You came all this way to see a dying man to rub it in his face? BLURRICANE He chose not to take the serum. All I'm here for is to see if he's really serious. FATHER Oh...*cough cough*...I'm serious alright. Do you think that serum will last forever? Your fate may be a slower one, but you will eventually suffer as I am. BLURRICANE You truly are heartless. Don't you even care that you're dying? FATHER Why should I? I have nothing to worry about. Some say I don't even have a soul. BLURRICANE I wonder sometimes. FATHER Well they have good reason to think that. BLURRICANE What do you mean? FATHER Let's just say I'm not what you think I am. I will take pleasure in the fact that some secrets will die with me and you'll never know the truth. BLURRICANE What the hell are you hiding? FATHER I'm hiding a lot of things, but then again so is everyone. BLURRICANE What does it matter? I'm going to die anyway right? FATHER If I feel like telling you I will do so only when I'm sure you will die. Now leave me where I can sleep. *Everyone leaves the room. Blurricane turns to JAE and says,* BLURRICANE Do you have any idea what he's babbling on about? J. ARTHUR I have no idea. I swear. BLURRICANE Fine, you just bring that serum to the PPV and we'll be there for the match. *Blurricane leaves as JAE looks on* (Fade out) (Go to break) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 29, 2004 (Return from break) In a world full of posers, phonies, and pure wannabee's there finally emerges a group which has come to set the record straight. so, all you suckers better recognize, ya heard can you say uhhh na na na na... BUFFER The intense action continues on HeldDown, with a non-title match set for one fall. Currently in the ring, from Sin City, The Muses! Their opponents, from Hotlanta & the 313; they are the OAOAST World tag team champions, Scotty Static, Johnny "Jam" Jackson...THE GLOBAL PARTY XCHANGE! GPX do their thing: rockin' their heads to the beat, high-fiving their peoples, as the lights flicker like a flea. COLE What an ovation for the World tag team champions, who'll face the New New Midnight Express this Sunday, live on pay-per-view at World Without End. COACH Get it! Get it! Get it today! The HeldDOWN~! logo flashes past the screen, settling in the lower left hand corner as the logo morphs into a shot of the Global Party XChange in front of a OAOAST banner. SCOTTY Yo, peoples! In a world full of posers, phonies, and pure wannabee's, finally the Global Party XChange is here to set the record straight. Jimmy Corny, you and your New New Midnight Express have been going around talkin' trash about us, the raddest and coolest dudes in the biz today. So you 3 suckers better recognize the GPX are gonna come rockin' and rollin' at World Without End, and we're gonna retain the OAOAST World tag team titles. JOHNNY Word. GPX over and out. The box fades away, and we're back to a wide shot of the ring. The Muses are trying to exit the ring, but referee Nick Patrick is telling them to wait for GPX. CABOOSE I hope the NNMX do to GPX what they did to Hell's Hitmen -- run them out of the company. Oh what I wouldn't do to see the OAOAST freed of those goofballs. Can you believe these guys said they'd like to see Mischa Barton as President of the United States? What a joke. And what's the deal with The Muses not getting their entrance shown on TV? COACH What's wrong with Mischa as Prez? CABOOSE She's a woman, first of all. COACH Not only is the U.S. the greatest country in the world, but Mischa as our Prez would give us another thing to piss people off about: Our Prez is hotter than yours. HOLLA! COLE You go boy! Referee Nick Patrick has his hands full trying to keep The Muses in the ring. They want to go after in GPX in the aisle. Scotty & Johnny are having an intense staredown with Tiffany & Logan. Who's that? JIM CORNETTE WHACKS JOHNNY'S KNEE WITH THE TENNIS RACKET! Scotty turns around and sees Cornette, whose jaw drops as he begs Scotty not to hurt him, standing over a fallen Johnny "Jam" Jackson. THE NEW NEW MIDNIGHT EXPRESS AMBUSH SCOTTY AT RINGSIDE! The referee is still being kept distracted by The Muses, while "Sarcastic" Simon & "Narcissistic" Ned RAM SCOTTY INTO THE STEEL STEPS, then drop him STOMACHFIRST on the GUARDRAIL. COLE The crowd is absolutely livid, almost as if they're ready to riot. Simon throws Scotty in the ring. Logan clamps on a BEARHUG. Tiffany is on the top rope. CANNONBALL ONTO SCOTTY'S CHEST! Tiffany's BUTT landed right on Scotty's chest. The Muses with a new maneuver, and what a move it is. The cover. Don't let it end like this. No. 1... 2... 3! BUFFER In 47 seconds, the winners of the match, The Muses! The crowd is dead silent. Many of the female fans ringside are crying. Outside, "Narcissistic" Ned removes the tag title around Johnny's waists and begins whipping it across his back. COACH I cannot believe what I've just seen. COLE What the hell just happened?! CABOOSE Yes! Without question the biggest win in The Muses history. These two teams are connected by the hip, Michael Cole. The Saints debuted in the OAOAST by attacking who? You gussed it -- the Global Party XChange. When the two met on pay-per-view, GPX easily defeated The Saints. Months later, revenge is sweet. The Muses have defeated GPX. Too bad the titles weren't on the line. COLE After an in-ring celebration, The Muses toss Johnny "Jam" Jackson in the ring as they head backstage. Cornette's beating the hell out of Scotty with that tennis racket. Ned dropping the elbows on J.J.'s leg, the one which was popped by the racket. "Sarcastic" Simon Singleton with a TOP ROPE KNEEDROP ON THE LEG. Johnny is rolling around the ring in pain. The New New Midnight Express with BACK SUPLEX-CLOTHESLINE double-team maneuver. Simon back suplexed Scotty as Ned hit him (Scotty) with the clothesline. Blanchard -- Ned, not Tully -- with the SLINGSHOT SUPLEX. Scotty is rolled on his back... BIG SPLASH from the top. The high-flier of the NNMX, "Sarcastic" Simon Singleton, came off the top. The NNMX have worked over the ribs Scotty broke months ago. They have since healed, but they must be screaming in pain after taking this kind of abuse. FIGURE-FOUR on Johnny. "Narcissistic" Ned is wrenching J.J.'s leg, while Cornette is driving the handle of the tennis racket on his knee. VEGOMATIC! With the figure-four still applied on Johnny "Jam," Simon came down across the throat/chest area with the Vegomatic (Legdrop off the top). Officials finally take control of the situation, but not before Simon lands a few more kicks on Static's ribcage. The crowd starts throwing debris in the ring. We go to break with a split-screen of Jim Cornette raising the hands of "Sarcastic" Simon & "Narcissistic" Ned, and EMTs placing GPX on stretchers. COLE That was awful! Plain and simple that was awful. That is not the way things should be done around here! I'm sick. I'm sick to my stomach. COACH blah blah blah. When we come back the hot chick with the big tits will be with the Muses. HOLLA~! (Break) (Not any more!) (Backstage, OAOAST’s smoking hot interviewer, Jackie Gayda is with The Muses, Logan Mann and Tiffany Ruutu) JACKIE Congrats on beating my favorite tag team, the champs, Global Party Exchange (Tiffany smiles). I don’t want to let my personal bias get in the way but could you have won without the aid of Jim Cornette’s Midnight Express? TIFFANY Yer lucky yer a bitch. Cause’ if ya were a dude, ah’d use ma foot as a BUTT plug and shove it up yer ass! LOGAN My word! Show some class, Tiffy! TIFFANY Class? Ah ain’t gots no class! LOGAN Could’ve fooled me... TIFFANY All Synth gots is oppression. Oppression from da man and da wo-man, like MLK. LOGAN Please don’t compare yourself to Martin Luther King. TIFFANY Tifftation’s been held down on HeldDOWN. Bitches treatin me like some alter-ego Aretha Franklin and not givin me ma r-e-s-p-e-c-t. Trapin me like a tiger, cagin me like a bunny. But Holly-Wood’s gonna be like da new Moses. Gonna set the Saints freeeeeee! Freedom gonna ring out in every citay in America! AH’M FREE TA DO WHAT AH WANT ANY OL TIME! AH SAID LOVE ME! HOLD ME! Next week, yer goin be addressin us as da Holy Rockers, Synth Esizer, Logan Cowabunga Mann, da Saints! Now deal wit dat, ya’ll mutha’fuckas. JACKIE The Muses, ladies and gentlemen! (Go to break) *Black. The Phenom's face is the only visable thing seen.* PHENOM I see some of you have begun to notice me. You think I'm going to be one of those predictable 'fight first, ask questions later' kind of guy. Well guess what? If you think you know what I'm like, you can take me on. At World Without End, I'm offering an open challenge to anyone who thinks they can defeat me. And you know what? If you seriously think you have a chance... *The Phenom steps out of the shadows to show his real form* PHENOM Then I'll see...you...in...hell! *White Stripes' 'Seven Nation Army' plays* The Phenom is coming. October 31. (Return from break) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted October 29, 2004 (Whatshisface is in the ring.) MICHAEL COLE Ladies and gentlemen earlier tonight you heard from Alix Spezia, now its time to hear from the other participant in this Sunday’s Trick Or Treat match....HOLLY-WOOD! Lil Jon and Tricky throw it up with Let’s Go Holly comes out wearing a bell bottom jeans, a white shirt that says “Trust me I’m a Virgin” and a camouflaged fur coat that cuts out of at the middle of her back and has a collar that looks like it came from Dracula’s cape. In contrast, Michael Cole is dressed like a fucking wrestling nerd. The less said about that cock sucker the better. COACH Hey Mike! Be sure to grab her ass! She’ll love that. Holly enters the ring. She’s brought her own microphone. Cole keeps a safe distance from her, learning from the incident Tiffany had two weeks ago HOLLY Before you start, I want to address a comment someone made to me before I came out. This male chauvinist asshole asked me if he was really going to have to watch women wrestle for twenty minutes. Then he rambled off some garbage about how this is the OAOAST not HI-YAH. Whatever the fuck HI-YAH is. But guess what? You won’t have to watch women wrestle for twenty minutes. You just have to watch one woman annihilate the other and leave her a bloody mess. COLE Holly as you head into what’s only your second pay per view match, the question on every body’s mind is are you nervous? HOLLY No. COLE Um..okay. Care to elaborate? HOLLY Care to die? COLE (flustered) Um...there are a lot of people who.. HOLLY Fuck them. COLE Excuse me? HOLLY Fuck the people you’re talking about. COLE You didn’t even let me finish my sentence! HOLLY When you say something worth listening to I’ll let you finish. Until then you’re better not seen and not heard. COACH I love this woman. COLE Um...I..I...can...tell having to face your former friend must be..um,....grating on you. Correct? HOLLY Alix was never my friend. I pretended to like her for my brother’s benefit. There are laws preventing me from doing the kinds of things I want to do to her. I hate her, almost as much as I hate you. You’re starting to annoy me. COLE I’m sorry..I..I...I’m just doing my job. HOLLY Do it somewhere else. COLE I..I..I was assigned to interview you. (There’s an awkward silence as Cole shifts uncomfortably like he’s dropped a load in his pants. Maybe he has dropped a load in his pants. I know I did.) HOLLY When the count hits one, your ass better run. COLE Count? HOLLY Ten. COLE What are you talking about? HOLLY Nine. (Cole looks in puzzlement, which is not the same thing as doublemint.) HOLLY Eight. COLE I’m afraid I don’t understand. HOLLY One. (Holly goes right across Michael Cole’s bitch ass face with a fucking right cross! The pencil dick announcer UNDERSTANDS that he just got knocked the fuck OUT. His head jerks sideways like it just got blasted by a cannon ball! He hits the ground as if he was an anvil dropped from the sky in a Road Runner cartoon. The crowd pops loudly for the worthless announcer getting his ass beat, because let’s face it, no one likes Michael Cole. Holly leaves the ring, seemingly oblivious to the fact she just rearranged Michael Cole’s jaw structure. Fuck Michael Cole. Pussy.) CABOOSE BWAHAHAHHAAHHAAH! COACH HELL YEAH~! THAT’S WHAT’S UP! CABOOSE It’s like Christmas, Easter, Kwanza, and Chanukah all wrapped into one sweet sweet package of godly goodness! Did you see that? Did you see that? I’ve been waiting three years to do that and she just goes ahead and does it in three minutes! She made him look stupid! If I didn’t have this unexplainable fear of vaginas, I’d marry her! COACH Peeps, that was fantastic. But, we still didn’t get to find out what Holly’s costume will be for the Trick or Treat match this Sunday at World Without End! CABOOSE That will have to be a surprise, Coach. For now we rejoice! Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead! COACH Even Snoopy’s celebrating! Look at him get down! CABOOSE We’ll be back with the main event. Minus one pompous bitch with a fourteen year old’s haircut! THE ENTIRE ARENA IS SWALLOWED INTO A DIMENSIONAL VORTEX! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
