Hoff 0 Report post Posted November 5, 2004 AT WORLD WITHOUT END... Crystal turns around...RIGHT INTO A ROCK BOTTOM!! COLE Rock Bottom!! Rock Bottom!! ************************** KICKOUT! Hoff uses his legs to push Crystal off of him. Hoff gets to his feet, but Crystal is up first and meets him with a stiff forearm shot to the face. Hoff reels, and Crystal hops onto his shoulders to attempt a hurricanrana...but Hoff grabs her by the waist! Hoff stops Crystal's momentum, pulling her back up and then dropping her into a SCINTILLATING powerbomb!! ************************** COLE This could be it if it hits! Flashbulbs go off as Hoff dives off the top...AND HITS THE BIG ELBOW!! COLE My GOD! Hoff leans into a lateral press! The ref makes the count! ONE!! TWO!! NO!! Crystal gets a shoulder up at the last second! *************************** The fans are up as Hoff again scales the turnbuckles, crouching on the top as Crystal gets to her feet! Crystal slowly collects her bearings, and turns to face Hoff, who leaps off the top rope with a MISSILE DROPKICK! But Crystal CATCHES HIS LEGS! Hoff fights, but Crystal crosses the legs and turns him over INTO THE CRYSTALLING!! CABOOSE No! Not again!! COLE Crystal has it locked in!!! Hoff makes another limp grab at the ropes, but his hand falls short, and hits the ground, unmoving. The offiical grabs Hoff by the left wrist, and raises the arm...letting it fall back to the mat. The referee raises one finger. COACH This is gonna be the end, fellas. COLE No one can say Hoff didn't give it everything he had, but this has been too much. Suddenly, the fans -- behind Crystal just a moment ago -- begin stomping their feet and clapping, trying to give Hoff the energy to wake up! The fans pour it on, but the referee raises Hoff's hand a second time....and it falls. The referee shouts "TWO!" and holds up a second finger, sending the crowd into a frenzy. COACH One more time and it's all she wrote! Crystal REARS back as the referee picks Hoff's hand up for a third and final time. The official raises the arm...lets it go...and it drops. And as it falls, somehow, someway, it grabs the bottom rope. COLE NO!!! COACH WHAT?! COLE Hoff is STILL ALIVE!! The fans go BALLISTIC as the referee calls for the break! Crystal's temper FLARES as she throws Hoff's legs down, insisting to the referee that that had to be it! The referee simply points to Hoff, who is still clinging to the bottom rope. ******************************** Crystal, this time, gets to HER knees, and it's her turn to look disappointed. The champion slowly gets to her feet, looking down at Hoff, breathing deeply and just shaking her head. Crystal pulls Hoff up, and whips him into the ropes, catching him as he comes off with a jumping spinwheel kick! Hoff hits the mat hard, and Crystal pops up!! Crystal takes one look at Hoff before running to the ropes!! COLE Hoff is in perfect position!! Crystal springs once, twice...DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH!!! COACH SHE GOT HIM!! SHE GOT ALL OF IT!! IT'S ALL OVER!!! Crystal hooks the leg! The referee makes the count and the fans count along!! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THREE!!!! NO!!!!!!!!! Hoff kicks out at the LAST SECOND!!! COLE OH MY GOD!! COACH I can't believe this!! ************************* Crystal scales the ropes, perching on the second and raising one hand into the air! The fans pop, and Crystal steps onto the top turnbuckle!! Meanwhile, Hoff gets to his hands and knees, shaking out the cobwebs!! COLE Crystal better turn around! Somehow, Hoff has gotten to his feet!! Indeed, Hoff slowly pulls himself up off the canvas!! Crystal takes a look back -- and sees Hoff isn't there!! Crystal looks the other way...just in time to see Hoff fall on the top rope and shake it!! In a flash, Crystal lands crotch-first on the buckle!! COACH I don't care if you're man or woman, that hurts!! The fans slowly rumble as Hoff pulls himself off of the ring ropes...and walks behind Crystal!! COLE What is he trying to do now?! CABOOSE I have no idea anymore. God only knows what they can throw at each other. Hoff steps onto the first rope, and clubs Crystal in the back. Crystal falls forward, and Hoff stands on the second rope. COLE A back suplex, maybe? COACH I would think that's what it has to.... Hoff pulls Crystal's head back, and hooks it under his arm. The fans ROAR and get to their feet!! COLE Oh my. COACH Oh, no. CABOOSE He's not....is he? Hoff, breathing deep, looks long and hard at the crowd, before stepping up to the top rope and pulling Crystal up with him. CABOOSE Holy shit, I think he is. Hoff takes one last, deep breath, before grabbing Crystal at the waist. Hoff leaps backwards, lifting Crystal up...and drops her with a FUTURE SHOCK OFF THE TOP ROPE!!!! COLE OH MY GOD!!!!! COACH HE HIT HER WITH THE FUTURE SHOCK OFF THE TOP!!! Hoff drops Crystal on her head, and lands HARD on the mat next to her. Hoff rolls away from the momentum of the move, then crawls over to Crystal and drapes one arm over the champion. COLE COULD IT BE?! ONE!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!! *ding ding ding ding ding* COLE IT IS!! COACH HE GOT IT!! CABOOSE HE DID IT!! HE DID IT!! I TOLD YOU ALL ALONG HE'D DO IT!!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!! The crowd goes retarded as Hoff rolls off of Crystal, spent. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* OAOAST HeldDOWN~! We enjoy the sounds of “I Like” by Katy Rose before the logo WHOOSHES by!!! FIREWORKS, OMG!! We go to Triple C running down the show!! WHAT CHAOS!!! COLE Hello everyone, and welcome to another fantastic edition of HELDDOWN!!! I'm Michael Cole, with the Coach and Caboose, and we've got a hell of a show tonight!! COACH We've got the big rookie, the Phenom, in action, as well as the HI-YAH tag champs, Black T! Word is that new X champion Leon Rodez is in the house! And-- CABOOSE AND YOU SAW IT, FOLKS! THE BRAND-NEW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD IS HERE!! COLE Hoff in the house, he is the NEW OAOAST Champion after a hot matchup at World Without End against Crystal! COACH We'll also see if J. Arthur Edwards and the Machine do the right thing! Word is we've got a huge announcement on that front! Will the Blurricane be all right? COLE Well, we've got a lot to do tonight, so let's get to it! COACH All right!! CUE: "Black" by Sevendust The crowd buzzes as the opening riff of Hoff's familiar theme song blares.... *BOOM!*BOOM!*BOOM!!*BOOOOOOOOOOOOM~!* Fireworks EXPLODE on stage as the new OAOAOST Champion steps out from behind the curtain! The fans reaction is huge, and hugely MIXED, as the big man spins around, holding his arms outstretched, soaking it in! Hoff walks down the aisle, dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, changing his standard t-shirt in for a black button down. A pair of designer sunglasses are perched on his face, and over his shoulder sits the heavyweight championship of the world. COLE Caboose, you gonna take it from here? CABOOSE Oh man. Oh, man... COLE Just do the damn intro, already. CABOOSE Okay, okay. Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of this ENTIRE DAMN COMPANY, on behalf of Cole, of Coachman, of Bill Watts, of Maggie the makeup lady, of Joyce the-- COLE Just get on with it! CABOOSE I present to you all, the one, the only, the OAOAST Champion of the World.....HOFF!!!! COACH Hoff became the OAOAST Champion last Sunday beating my sweet Crystal, my girl, in one intense matchup, winning with the sickest thing I've seen in ages! COLE Hoff absolutely crushed Crystal with his signature Future Shock, from off of the top rope, and that move won him the world title! CABOOSE That was one hell of a fight, and my man won it! THE MAN! Woo! Hoff, smiling, steps onto the ring steps and pauses, looking over his shoulder with a smirk. Hoff points to a large "HOFF" sign in the crowd, nodding, before smoothly swinging around the post, stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Hoff holds his arms out to the fans, before climbing up the nearby corner to the second rope, taking the OAOAST Title off of his shoulder and holding it up to a big pop! COLE Hoff certainly has his supporters, as well as his detractors! CABOOSE Fools, all of them. COACH Even the supporters? CABOOSE What? NO! That's not what I-- I mean-- um... COACH That's right. You tried talking and I talked all over you. BOOYA~! Hoff closes his eyes and breathes deeply, smiling as he shows off his brand-new belt to the capacity crowd. Hoff hops off the ropes and sets the belt back onto his left shoulder, patting it before asking for a mic from ringside. Hoff grabs the stick from a techie, and walks to the center of the ring, looking out across the sea of fans. COLE The first words from our NEW champion of the world! Hoff laughs to himself and raises the microphone. HOFF Welcome.... Hoff shakes his head and smiles. HOFF Welcome to the here and the now. The crowd pops HUGE, and Hoff looks around, jolting his head to the sides with a look of surprise on his face. The look fades into a big grin, and Hoff nods. HOFF Yeah...admit it, you kinda like this, don't you? A cheer goes up in the crowd! HOFF Well, I've got to admit...I kinda like it too. "YEEEAHH!!!!" COACH These people are FEELIN' it! HOFF And I want to thank everyone for their support lately. CABOOSE Wait...what is this? COACH Is he Miss America or something? CABOOSE COACHMAN! Quet. He's...he's just caught up in the moment, is all. Hoff smiles as the fans are very much turning to his side. HOFF Last Sunday was the greatest night in a great career, and it's only getting better. You want to talk about being a champion? Everyone in the damn building knows that I'm the man who best represents what being a champion is all about! The strongest, the most skilled, the most charming... ...the best looking... "YEEEAHHHH!!!" COLE He is cute. COACH OMGWTF~?! COLE Uh...I...ahhh!! I didn't say anything!! CABOOSE How do you even pretend anymore, Cole? COLE DON'T LOOK AT ME!! Triple C notwithstanding, the ladies let out a shrill cheer for the last remark. HOFF But most importantly...unlike some...I'll be a fighting champion. And what this means is, if my opponent has to go on business to Japan, I'll find another opponent. If my competition is lacking, I'll find new competition. And each week, I'll be out here against the best this company has to offer, starting tonight, when I give Crystal one more shot at this title!! COLE WHOA! COACH ALL RIGHT!! BABYGURL!! COACHCALL!!! BRRRRRRRRRRR-RING!!! COLE Hoff and Crystal one more time for the title! CABOOSE Oh lord. WHY, Hoff, why? HOFF And what I WON'T do is sit in the back all the damn time, chatting with my damn girlfriend-- VOICE THAT IS ENOUGH!!! COACH Did you say something, Mikey? COLE No... The fans' cheers turn sour as "Getting Away With Murder" starts up, and out walks the one and only, the LEADER of the Thrillogy, Zack Malibu. "BOOOOOOOOO!" Zack, sans Candie, steps onto the stage, looking absolutely scathed. Seething, Zack walks down the ramp, grabbing a "Suck Malibu" sign from ringside and tearing it in two. COACH Plant. COLE COACH!!! COACH What, I'm just saying. Zack climbs up the ring steps and looks LAZERS at the champion, stepping into the ring and staring Hoff down. Hoff's brow furrows and he sets his jaw, looking right back at Malibu. "YOU SUCK" "YOU SUCK" "YOU SUCK" "YOU SUCK" ZACK WOULD YOU PEOPLE SHUT THE HELL UP FOR A MOMENT?! "BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Zack turns his attention back to Hoff. ZACK Look at you. The crowd boos as Hoff looks down across his body. ZACK DON'T ACTUALLY DO IT!! Hoff looks back up at Zack with a sour expression, cocking his head to the side. Zack takes a deep breath. ZACK So, I guess you're pretty damn proud of yourself. Hoff nods once, slowly. ZACK Yeah. You think that you're such big stuff now, that nobody can touch you. Well I CAN SURE AS HELL TOUCH YOU!! *SLAP* COACH Ohh, snap! Hoff's head recoils back as Zack's hand flies across his face. Hoff snaps his head back, red across on cheek, and GLARES at Zack. ZACK You're such a pile of scum, do you realize that? Look at everything I did for you! I took you under my wing. I taught you what I knew. I LOOKED OUT FOR YOU!! I helped you get ahead. I told you, "stick with me," and it sure as hell worked!! And I thought I knew you, man! I thought I knew that you'd do what was best for the team, for us! But you didn't give a *BLEEP* about us, did you, you ingrate?! DID YOU?! COLE Oh my. Zack swallows hard. ZACK No, no, you didn't give a flying *BLEEP* about us, Hoff. Not about me, or the Thrillogy. The whole damn time you were just LOOKING OUT FOR YOURSELF!! Hoff turns his head-- ZACK LOOK AT ME, you big bastard, because you KNOW IT'S TRUE!! Hoff looks back at Zack. ZACK You sat there while we MADE you and you waited...and you waited...and you waited until they stacked the deck against me, and they locked me in a cage with that bitch, and you sat there and WATCHED as she STOLE MY TITLE!! And you... "BOOOOOOOOO!" ZACK SHUT UP!!! COLE Now come on, there was nothing Hoff could do! CABOOSE They did stack the deck against Zack, though. ZACK And you waited, always waiting, like a damn snake in the weeds, until that son of a bitch Axel distracted me, and THAT'S WHEN YOU STRUCK, HOFF!! THAT'S WHEN YOU MADE YOUR MOVE!! Your little power play, your battle royal, that was REAL CUTE!! And you beat the bitch, and then what happened, Hoff? You know what happened! Suddenly, big boy is walking around backstage like he's the greatest thing on the face of the planet! YOU ARE NOT BETTER THAN ME!! Zack looks between the point of violence and the point of tears, gritting his teeth as he continues. ZACK And I tried, Hoff. I tried to be supportive but you were just TOO DAMN GOOD FOR US!! You didn't WANT any help!! NO, you were better than that! All of a sudden you're too good? WHEN DID YOU BECOME SUCH A SAINT?! YOU BROKE AJ FLAIRE'S BACK! YOU THREW AXEL INTO A COFFIN AND OFF OF THE STAGE!! YOU DID IT ALL, HOFF, YOU, YOU, YOU!! You're EVERY BIT AS AWFUL AS THE REST OF US!!!!! COLE Zack is a mess... ZACK And you did it. You beat the bitch last Sunday and you won yourself the World Championship. My belt. My title that I won, that I had stolen from me, that I deserve!! Not you! Me! And now you want to come out here and take cheap shots at me? Well, I've had it, Hoff. I'm sick of it. And I'm not going to stand for it. Zack lowers the microphone, face flushed, looking Hoff in the eye. The anger is completely out of the World Champion as he raises his own mic to his lips. HOFF Zack...listen. I never...I didn't mean to go behind your back. You taught me, YOU taught me, to go for what I could, and I saw an opportunity. I took it, and I ran with it. Hoff takes a deep breath, softening his face. HOFF I never meant to hurt the Thrillogy-- ZACK THE THRILLOGY? THE THRILLOGY?!? Oh, buddy, you can kiss the Thrillogy goodbye, because we don't need you around anymore!! HOFF Zack, I-- ZACK NO, Hoff, it's ALL OVER!! You don't need us anymore? Then SCREW YOU!! You are on your own, and let me tell you, that belt on your arm makes you a marked man. Good luck, buddy, because you are gonna need it. Hoff turns away, but Zack grabs him and spins him back face-to-face. ZACK Come on, Hoff, hit me. HIT ME!! Hoff raises his eyebrows in surprise. ZACK Don't act like you don't want to, big man, I KNOW YOU WANT TO!! TAKE A SWING!! I DARE YOU!!!! Hoff looks at Zack, eyes dark...but shakes his head no. Zack looks disgusted. ZACK With that attitude, that belt will be around my waist in no time. "BOOOOOOOO" COLE Folks, I think Zack may have absolutely lost it. Hoff looks at Zack, then lowers his head, shaking it softly, then steps through the ropes and onto the floor. Zack calls out to him as he walks down the ramp... ZACK You better watch your back. Hoff stops, looks over his shoulder, and shakes his head, walking down the aisle. ZACK YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!? DO YOU HEAR ME?!?!?! Hoff simply walks back down the ramp, head down. Zack drops the mic in-ring, staring a hole in Hoff's back. COACH Wow. COLE Zack Malibu...he is... CABOOSE Poor guy. I think he needs a break. Probably rough having to work with you two... COLE Well, in any case, we do still have a World Title match tonight! Hoff vs. Crystal! Plus a whole lot more, so stay tuned!! *cut to commercial* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted November 5, 2004 OAOAST WORLD WITHOUT END 2004 The fight has spilled to the floor as Blurricane grabs Rodez, turning him back towards the ring and irish whipping the challenger hard back-first into the ring apron! Back staggers Rodez, with Blurricane simply brushing past Rodez and climbing up onto the apron himself. Rodez reacts however, charging at Blurricane and grabbing him by the ankle...but taking a kick from Blurricane's free leg, directly into the jaw. The force staggers Rodez a good few steps back, giving Blurricane time to re-adjust himself and assess his position. He then assesses Rodez's position too, before turning back to the ring and leaping in one bound to the top rope. Almost toppling forward, Blurricane stops and gains his balance, before suddenly flipping backwards to the awe of the crowd. Rodez doesn't see Blurricane until it's too late, able only to throw his hands up in a feeble attempt to catch the champion as he crashes down... COACH Oh shi - *CRAAAA - CCCKKK!!!* "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" ...AND BOTH MEN CRASH THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! "HO - LEE SHIT!" "HO - LEE SHIT!" "HO - LEE SHIT!" Laying amongst the rubble of the table are Rodez and Blurricane, while Triple C get the hell off of their sofa while they still can. The crowd meanwhile are going nuts, as monitors and wires cover the two combatants who may very well be both done for. COLE He...hello. Hello...are we on? 'Boose? COACH You on Mikey? COLE Yeah...I can hear you Coach...my god. I think Caboose's headset has been ripped off, but that's not the issue here! Rodez and Blurricane...are hurt, are out here. Blurricane flew with that Suicide Moonsault and...wiped out Rodez, wiped out our table. COACH Can we...I mean, should we...you know, help these guys? ******************************** Back up hops The Blurricane, scurrying over and retrieving the steel chair, looking slightly desperate now as he runs in with the chair raised. But Rodez sees him coming, drop-toe-holding Blurricane to the canvas. The chair falls agonising inches away from Blurricane's reach...just as Rodez steps over Blurricane's leg and hooks the arm. The crowd know what's coming and rise to their feet, as Rodez reaches around and locks the cravate around The Blurricane's head to a HUGE pop from the crowd! COLE THE CHICK MAGNET! Blurricane is locked in and his reaches for the ropes are in vain desperation, as they are a good few feet away. Still, the X-Division title is slipping through Blurricane's fingers and he knows it, knowing too that he HAS to fight the move. So with all the energy he has, Blurricane begins to crawl and claw forwards with his eyes fixed on the ropes. But his back is being arched back violently, the same back that had been worked over earlier. Pain fills the body of The Blurricane, as he grits his teeth and continues to claw inch by inch forwards, the ropes getting nearer ever so gradually... ...but they're still not close enough, as Rodez wrenches away with all his might... *TAP TAP TAP!* "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE NEW CHAMPION!!! *DING DING DING!* ******************************** BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen...your winner, by submission. And the NEEEEW! UNDISPUTED ONE AND ONLY ANGLLLEEEEESAULT THREAD... X-DIVISION CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOOOOORRRRRRLLLLLLDD!!! LLLLLLLEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOONN RRRROOOOOOOODDEEEEZZZZZZZZZ!!! COLE After so many months on the bench...after re-constructive knee surgery. After thinking his career was dead and buried before it had hardly even begun! Despite everything he went through and against all odds...Leon Rodez came to World Without End. He fought through injury, suffering and pain! He overcame the challenge of The Blurricane and he is the NEW X-Division Champion! ******************************** Back to HeldDOWN~! and walking through the hallways of 'the arena of which HeldDOWN~! is coming from this week', the new X-Division Champion is walking tall with his title belt sat proudly over his shoulder. Which makes him instantly noticeable obviously, as many people and workers shout out congratulations to Rodez as he passes them. Even those who aren't too impressed notice Rodez passing by now, either glaring at "The New Age Lovemachine" or taking a good look at the gold he's carrying. Reaching the end of the hall, Rodez turns around into catering and strolls over to the coffee machine...where someone taps him on the shoulder. Rodez turns around, trustingly keeping his guard down, as right behind him is... RODEZ Oh...hey. What up Mach? SAVAGE OOOOOOOOOH YEAH~! Savage's theme music (WCW circa late 1999) starts up for some reason, cutting back out just as quickly. Which doesn't seem to bother Rodez for some reason. SAVAGE Hey, new X-Division Champion...yeah, guaranteed, one hundred percent...yeah! RODEZ Uhm...yep. SAVAGE Well congratulations kid. Listen, any scoop on who's gonna be the first challenger to the belt. I mean, I am supposed to be a reporter, diggit? RODEZ Well, I don't know... SAVAGE I'll level with ya kid. I've gotta get some sort of a story and fast, or I've snapped my last Slim Jim in tha OAOAST, diggit. RODEZ No...I mean, I don't know who the first challenger is going to be Randy. I mean, there's a hell of a lot of competition for the belt. Hell, I should know. Fact is, Bill Watts has given me the chance to have input in who I think should get title shots which, of course, is pretty new to me. Honestly...I don't know who to choose. So I've decided to let the challengers decide. Savage looks curious...more so than he usually does anyway. RODEZ You know, like an open challenge. SAVAGE Ah... RODEZ Not exactly an open challenge though. More a invitation for anyone who wants a title shot to ask for one. Once somebody asks for a title shot then I'll be more than happy to give them it. Now I've got this belt...I intend to defend it proudly. Any opponent. Any challenger. Panther, Drek, Zack, Crystal, Cappa...anyone who wants the shot can come and find me and ask for that shot. I will not be backing down from any man... SCOTTY STATIC Wait...anybody!?! Rodez turns around and there, standing right in front of him, are the OAOAST Tag Team Champions The Global Party XChange...getting a pop from the crowd as they appear, which they apparantly here as grins appear on both of their faces. JOHNNY JACKSON Even your old amigos, the GPX? RODEZ Amigos? JOHNNY The raddest and coolest dudes in the OAOAST today! RODEZ ...raddest? JOHNNY And, without doubt of a shadow...THE best choice for X-Division Championship challengers. I mean, think of it like this Leo my brah. It makes perfect sense. First of all...we're the G...P...X! X. It's like...in our names. Which should make us number one contenders automatically. RODEZ Wel... SCOTTY Secondly, we ARE the OAOAST Tag Team World Champions of the WORLD! JOHNNY So, you KNOW we've got championship credentials. SCOTTY Trios...we're gangsta. JOHNNY Yeah, Micheal Cole said so a few weeks ago. SCOTTY So you KNOW it's true Leo! RODEZ Uhm, yeah? SCOTTY Man, he's SHOELACE~! *awkward silence* CABOOSE Ha, you suck! COLE Shut up! SCOTTY Listen, what we're tryin' to get across here Le-Ro...is that we would like to make your life a little easier, a-right? You wanted a challenge. Well you're looking at two of the most challenging homies in the OAOAST today! RODEZ Two of the most challenged 'homies' more like. Scotty and Johnny stop, look at each other...before finally getting the joke and bursting into laughter. Laughter that seems a little too forced. RODEZ Guys, I'd be happy to give one of you a shot. Infact, I'm not doing anything next week. So if one of you two wanted to 'bump and grind' your way into that ring with me next week, then that would be just...well, it'd be just 'fly'. SCOTTY Cool. I'll see ya next week then, chhhhhhh-ump! JOHNNY Woah woah, reeeewind. Who says you get the shot butternuts? Static turns on his heels theatrically, getting all up in Johnny "Jam"'s area as he does so. SCOTTY Well, 'cause I called it first maybe? JOHNNY It was my idea to walk over here. SCOTTY Hey, Triple J, I was the first one to speak. JOHNNY Remember that night in the L and the A, when we had that dance-off on the streets and those bums were all like 'Johnny Jam, you da man'? Those BUMS say I should get the shot. SCOTTY Well, your mom says I should get the title shot! JOHNNY Say what? SCOTTY Sorry, sorry...what I meant to say was, your mom wants me to give her the money shot. JOHNNY Say WHAT? RODEZ Guys, please. SCOTTY (chuckling) Sorry brah, don't think anything of it. JOHNNY Yeah, we do this all the time man. SCOTTY I do your mom all the time "Jam-master". JOHNNY Say WHAT!?! SCOTTY Man, you be tetchy. I mean like, real tetchy. Itchy tetchy. You need to cut down on them damn hookers man...I be tellin' you, when they toss that salad, they put in some ingredients you really don't like. JOHNNY Like walnuts? RODEZ Walnuts? JOHNNY Yeah, I hate walnuts. Bad experience as a kid. RODEZ Uhm, dare I ask? SCOTTY Seeing as ya just did Le-Ro, let me give you the 9-1-1 on this. See, Johnny Jam was just a mini-Jam, these three burly suckas...and I mean burly. Like, they be eating children or somethin'. Anyway, these three suckas come up to Johnny and they be like 'hey kid, gimme some money or gimme some meat'. Of course, Johnny Jam was busy in a relationship with his momma, so he declined both. So these two started pelting him with walnuts. JOHNNY True story. RODEZ Riii... JOHNNY Ex...except for the bit about my momma. I ain't been near the nips since I was in diapers, ya dig? SCOTTY I, meanwhile, can't say the same. JOHNNY Was...was, that one of those 'I got down with your momma' jokes. SCOTTY Yeah. JOHNNY Ah...SAY WHAT!?! RODEZ Guys, guys...please. I have a flight to catch in two days time, so as much as I'd love to stay and chat...how about a strike a deal with you. Instead of trying to decide between yourselves over who gets the X-Division Title shot, how about you BOTH have the shot. JOHNNY You mean, like, I sit on Scotty's shoulders and we put on some real big clothes and pretend to be, like, one person. Like in Scooby Doo and crap. Confused, Rodez looks for Savage to give him translation...but Savage is busy trying to work the coffee machine, which is easier said than done for the Macho Man. RODEZ I...was thinking more along the lines of a triple threat match. JOHNNY Oh. Well, I've kinda got my hopes up about dressin' up now. RODEZ Do you want the shot or not. SCOTTY Fah Shuuuu-rreeeee! Consider it down and done my brother. Scotty grabs Rodez by the hand and gives him a firm handshake. As he releases him, Johnny grabs Rodez's hand and goes through a rather complicated 'secret handshake' type of deal, which Rodez fails to get to grips with. JOHNNY Catch you on the flipside... SCOTTY YAHTZEE~! The GPX walk off, discussing each other's mothers as they go, while Rodez just looks on in disbelief. Turning back to Savage, Rodez sees Savage trying to drink out of the machine. And getting burnt in the process. Off runs Savage, muttering away to himself while searching for some water. Leaving Rodez even more bemused. RODEZ What the HELL do they put in the water around here? *cut to da ring~!* (The stage goes black.) Cue: ‘Seven Nation Army’ (Mixed reaction.) COACH Here he is! (Spotlight comes up on The Phenom, who walks to the ring.) CABOOSE I tell ya, this guy’s got a future here! *ding ding* BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Entering first, from Santa Cruz, Portugal, weighing in at 210 pounds, THA PHENOM! COLE Well, folks, OAOAST HeldDOWN! is brought to you by Nintendo™. Who Are You®? COACH Also brought to you by National Treasure, in theatres November 12. Rated PG. Cue: ‘Frankenstein’ (Pop.) BUFFER And, introducing, being accompanied by his brother Frank, weighing in at 260 pounds, FRAN-KEY FRANKENSTINER! CABOOSE Now, this match was made after The Phenom practically mauled brother Frank at World Without End. COLE And Frankie, being 10 pounds heavier and 10 IQ points lower, decided to face The Phenom here on HeldDOWN! (Phenom and Frankie take off their jackets.) *ding ding ding* Lockup. Phenom throws Frankie into the corner making clean break. Phenom attempts a corner whip, BUT NO! REVERSAL! COACH You don’t see that often! Chops by Frankie. Phenom chases Frankie around the ring, but Frankie gives a suplex to Phenom. Is he down? No! No-sell by Phenom! He bounces off the ropes for a Hellraiser! Coverup! One! Tkickout! Frankie reverses positions and gives a BAAAAAAAAAAACCCK bodydrop! Frankie hits the flying bodypress, but Phenom gives him a BIG BOOT! It’s so powerful, it kicks Frankie out of the ring! CABOOSE Did you see that? COLE Yes, I have two eyes, you know. Frank puts Frankie back in the ring. Phenom makes a series of elbows. Frankie tries to hit a corner whip, but gets clotheslined! Phenom starts to choke Frankie against the ropes, but the ref disallows it. Kneelift by Frankie, but gets punched by Phenom! Frankie attempts an Irish Whip, but Phenom reverses it and hits a powerslam! Coverup. One! Two! Thrkickout! COLE He almost had him there! Phenom gives Frankie several boots to the head, but Frankie breaks with an elbow! Phenom gets a few kicks to the face, and a few punches by Frankie, desperately trying to shift the momentum. Frankie attempts a clothesline, but lands right in the middle of a side slam! Phenom straddles the top rope and hits a dropkick. COACH He’s almost got him here…oh wait! PORTOBOMB~! COLE He’s going for the win! ONE! TWO! THREE~! *ding ding ding* BUFFER Here is your winner, THA PHENOM! CABOOSE I tell you, this guy keeps on getting more amazing in every match. COLE He’s only been in 2 matches! CABOOSE You shut your cakehole, or I swear I’ll take your microphone, and shove… *cut to commercial* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted November 5, 2004 COLE Welcome back... ("Six Barrel Shotgun" starts up, and Alex Bryant, wearing black gym shorts and a Black Rebel Motorcycle Club shirt, comes storming out of the entrance.) COLE WHAT NOW?!?! Bryant pulls a microphone out of his pants... ALEX So, this week's sucked pretty damn badly. First, I think I beat Yuji Chusaki for the HI-YAH Jr. Title...only to have that STOLEN from me by their President because "it wasn't official." Bullcrap, I was even there for the contract signing! COACH There was a bit of shadiness behind that whole ordeal... ALEX THEN, I get a call on Tuesday from my cousin Sean, finding out that, thanks to the Bryants being careless in the ring, he's out of action for the rest of this year due to an "unspecified arm injury". Not only was he my tag partner, but he's also blood. So, I'm twice as pissed and I need someone to take it out on...hey, you! (turns to timekeeper's table, where referee/wrestling school student Jonas Smith is sitting, awaiting his next match to officiate) ALEX Kid, come in here! (Jonas shakes his head no) C'mon, I won't hurt you. (Jonas still says no) Okay...then I'll go get you myself! Alex slides out of the ring and launches himself at Smith! He lets loose with a bevy of punches to Smith's face before pulling Smith out of the chair and onto the protective mats around the ring. Bryant lets loose with a series of stomps as a whole group of referees and security rush the ringside area to get Alex off of him. But, Bryant backs off before he even has to be touched. He lets the officials tend to Jonas as he cocks his hand like a gun and mockingly "shoots" at Smith. He walks off with a smile on his face. COLE Just because he's had a crappy week doesn't mean he can take it out on an innocent by-stander. COACH Well, the kid is almost trained... COLE That's not the point. This trainee of Malibu's had NOTHING to do with Sean Bryant's arm injury or the HI-YAH Jr. Title being stripped from him. He's just doing this because he knows the kid is respectful enough not to fight back yet. COACH I'll tell you this much: Alex might want to watch his back once this guy gets fully trained, because Malibu, while he's a complete scumbag and is turning into a weirdo as the days go by, trains his students as well as anyone with a wrestling school currently in America. If this kid's anything like Sly Sommers was when he first came on the scene back last year, right out of Zack's school, then he might not be so defenseless. COLE You might be right, but I can tell you this much: we've got Drek Stone in the back! CABOOSE Ooh! COLE Welcome back... ("Six Barrel Shotgun" starts up, and Alex Bryant, wearing black gym shorts and a Black Rebel Motorcycle Club shirt, comes storming out of the entrance.) COLE WHAT NOW?!?! Bryant pulls a microphone out of his pants... ALEX So, this week's sucked pretty damn badly. First, I think I beat Yuji Chusaki for the HI-YAH Jr. Title...only to have that STOLEN from me by their President because "it wasn't official." Bullcrap, I was even there for the contract signing! COACH There was a bit of shadiness behind that whole ordeal... ALEX THEN, I get a call on Tuesday from my cousin Sean, finding out that, thanks to the Bryants being careless in the ring, he's out of action for the rest of this year due to an "unspecified arm injury". Not only was he my tag partner, but he's also blood. So, I'm twice as pissed and I need someone to take it out on...hey, you! (turns to timekeeper's table, where referee/wrestling school student Jonas Smith is sitting, awaiting his next match to officiate) ALEX Kid, come in here! (Jonas shakes his head no) C'mon, I won't hurt you. (Jonas still says no) Okay...then I'll go get you myself! Alex slides out of the ring and launches himself at Smith! He lets loose with a bevy of punches to Smith's face before pulling Smith out of the chair and onto the protective mats around the ring. Bryant lets loose with a series of stomps as a whole group of referees and security rush the ringside area to get Alex off of him. But, Bryant backs off before he even has to be touched. He lets the officials tend to Jonas as he cocks his hand like a gun and mockingly "shoots" at Smith. He walks off with a smile on his face. COLE Just because he's had a crappy week doesn't mean he can take it out on an innocent by-stander. COACH Well, the kid is almost trained... COLE That's not the point. This trainee of Malibu's had NOTHING to do with Sean Bryant's arm injury or the HI-YAH Jr. Title being stripped from him. He's just doing this because he knows the kid is respectful enough not to fight back yet. COACH I'll tell you this much: Alex might want to watch his back once this guy gets fully trained, because Malibu, while he's a complete scumbag and is turning into a weirdo as the days go by, trains his students as well as anyone with a wrestling school currently in America. If this kid's anything like Sly Sommers was when he first came on the scene back last year, right out of Zack's school, then he might not be so defenseless. COLE You might be right, but I can tell you this much: we've got Jackie in the backie! And now we’re going to take it back to Miss Jackie, who’s with…. CABOOSE Whoa, whoa, whoa. Take a back seat for this one Cole. I’ll handle this. We’re going to cut backstage to someone who can be considered no less than a pure American hero. Someone who defied ALL the odds to get where he is today. COACH Might we hurry this along… CABOOSE There were those who said he couldn’t do it - I never did, of course - but he proved every single one of them wrong! He is, without a doubt, the World’s Greatest Athlete! And, might I add, the absolute Best Looking Man in this sport today. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you your first-ever OAOAST Round Robin winner! This is THE man moving on to face Hoff for the World Championship in the most-anticipated Pay-Per-View Main Event of all time! Folks, I present to you the one……the only…….DREK STONE!!! *The camera cuts back to Miss Jackie, who’s standing with a beaming Drek Stone. Around his waist is the OAOAST Heavyweight Championship - or, at least, one of those bootleg ones you can waste $500 on at a memorabilia store. The arena rises up into a raucous chorus of boos as Drek casually polishes the gold plate on his championship belt, still smiling all the way* JACKIE Thank you for that stirring introduction, Caboose. Now Drek… *Drek simply pulls the microphone out of Jackie’s hands and shoots her an arrogant glance* DREK Jackie, how many times have we done this already? I would think you would know the drill by now. You stand back here looking all pretty. Caboose, whats-his-name, and who-the-hell-cares introduces me. You hold up the microphone. I dismiss you. I cut an inspiring promo. And we’re done. Isn’t this how it usually goes? JACKIE Well…..yeah, but….. DREK So why should we break away from the common trend? Go on. Walk away, so we don’t waste any more time. There we go. Shake that sweet ass as you walk. Appreciate it, hun. *Jackie stares disgustingly at Drek for a second, then pushes past him and walks off-screen* DREK Broads. Either way, first off, thank you Caboose for that amazing introduction. Through thick and thin, you’ve always been there for me so far. And man, when I take home the Heavyweight Championship at the end of the month, I promise you’ll be invited to the after party to celebrate right along with me. CABOOSE Thanks Drek. I believed! Not like these dimwits sitting next to me. COACH Hey Drek, would I be invited to the after party? DREK ……not unless I needed a lamppost. Guys, let me make this short and sweet. I simply came here to pick up my paycheck, and then I’m off to party the night away. I could cut a promo here boasting about my win over Panther. I mean, the guy can still barely walk from the horrible ass-kicking I gave him four days ago. But I won’t. I could talk about how I ran rampant over the entire Round Robin tournament, compiling wins each week except for a few incredibly cheap losses along the way. But I won’t. I could even stand here and scream about how Hoff is a dead man come the end of the month. But I won’t. And you know why I won’t do that? Because, plain and simple…..I respect Hoff. COLE What? DREK I definitely respect Hoff for what he’s been able to do. He was able to beat Crystal twice - something I wasn’t able to do yet. He was able to finally tear the Heavyweight Championship away from that wicked witch, something I had dreamed about since she won it at AngleSlam. And he’s been able to do it with such suave and style that’s only surpassed by one man - myself. However, despite the fact that I respect the man, there is not one doubt in my mind that I can beat……that……..man. *The crowd gives a mixed reaction to that statement, although the response is more negative than positive* DREK Hoff, I did it once already. Rewind back to that day in May. May 6th, 2004. You were on your Superhero streak, threatening to take out every evil-doer that dared step into your path. You decided that one of your first targets would be. The “Mafia Man”, as you called it. Well Hoff, the Mafia does NOT exist, and neither did any of your hopes to beat me that night. Keep in mind that it was me that held you down for the three count. I didn’t need any help to do it - I did it all on my own. And that was only after I had been in the OAOAST for a month! Well, now the time has passed. I’ve scouted your matches. I know your weaknesses. And if I was able to pin you that night, I fully expect to be able to do the same in a few weeks. Hoff, again, I respect you. But shine up that Heavyweight Title because, I promise you, you will not be wearing it for much longer. That gold will be coming off you, no matter what I have to do. As for….. *Drek is interrupted in his promo by Miss Jackie walking back onto the screen with a wide smile on her face. Drek shoots her a confused glance for a moment, but then breaks out into another cool grin* DREK I thought we went through this already. What can I help you with? JACKIE in a sing-song voice I just talked To Mr Watts Guess what he had To saaaaaayyyyyy…….. DREK Give me a hint. *Jackie leans over into Drek’s ear and starts whispering. The grin that was on the top contender’s face slowly begins to evaporate until it’s replaced with widened eyes and an intense scowl* DREK That’s not possible! This is a joke! THIS HAS TO BE A JOKE! JACKIE Nope. DREK You…..YOU…….ARGH!!!! ARGH!!!!!! *Drek shoots a HARD punch to a nearby locker, actually leaving a dent in the metal frame. He starts stomping down the hallway, with the camera following him the entire time. After a few steps, who should he run into but HOFF, THE NEW OAOAST HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! A slight roar raises up from the crowd as Drek stares at Hoff with madness in his eyes* DREK You son-of-a-bitch. You couldn’t leave this between me and you. YOU COULDN’T HAVE KEPT THIS A ONE-ON-ONE MATCH!! HOFF What the hell are you talking about? DREK You were scared! You were SCARED to defend the title at the Pay-Per-View against only me! YOU BEGGED WATTS TO PUT EVERYONE ELSE IN THERE! You DISGUSTING PIECE OF TRASH! I SAID I RESPECTED YOU! HOFF You’re insane. Do you realize that? I’ve faced EVERYONE that was willing to stand in my way. I haven’t backed down from a single guy that wanted to challenge me. Drek, you are no different! I have no idea what you’re talking about. If Watts said something about our title match, he hasn’t clued me in yet. But don’t you DARE ACCUSE ME OF DUCKING A TITLE CHALLENGE! I’m not like some of our recent past Champions. I don’t avoid ANYTHING! *The fans slightly “oooh” at what could be considered to be somewhat of a jab at the recent Heavyweight Champions. You’re going to have to guess on this one - not everything can be spelled out!* HOFF Got it?! *Drek continues to furiously stare at Hoff until Hoff turns around and begins walking down the hallway once more with the Heavyweight Title over his shoulder* DREK Oh, this isn’t over, Hoff! I WON’T FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS ONE! I said I would do anything to get that title off you - AND I MEANT IT! WATCH YOUR BACK, HOFF!! WATCH YOUR BACK!! *As Drek silently seethes, the camera cuts back to Triple C sitting in the broadcast booth* COLE What could that have possibly been about? CABOOSE Oh please, Lord. I finally have what I’ve always wanted. Hoff and Drek Stone fighting it out for the Heavyweight Championship on a Pay-Per-View. Don’t take this away from me. COACH Boose, I didn’t realize you were a religious man. CABOOSE Don’t interrupt a man during his prayers, idiot. Heavenly Father, don’t do this. If you take this obstacle away, I promise to construct several beautiful churches and altars in your honor. I promise to act as a missionary, handing out Bibles to all the unguided children around the world. I promise to…. COLE It sounds like our Pay-Per-View Main Event may have just gotten a whole lot more interesting. As Caboose continues to pray, we’re going to go to a quick commercial break. *cut to commercial, you know the drill by now* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted November 5, 2004 COACH We're back! Big night so far and more to come! COLE Let's go... ("Who Do You Love?" suddenly starts playing over the loud-speakers, and out comes a blond-haired fellow, wearing a pink-and-blue feathery robe and large, dark sunglasses. He struts down to the ring, cockily yelling stuff at the fans in general. He then grabs the house microphone from Michael Buffer, who's seated at ringside, and enters the ring.) PERSON Ladies and germs, let me introduce you to a man that's gonna revolutionize this business in ways you couldn't think possible! Let me see where he is...(looks around the building from mid-ring)...oh wait, here I am! Ladies and gents, my name is "Devastatin'" Danny Douglas, and I'm here for one reason only: for fame, glory, prestige, and to take that OAOAST Heavyweight Belt, daddio! COLE Who does this guy think he is, Buddy Rogers? COACH I think he hails from 1982. DOUGLAS I've been sitting back on the old Douglas Throne at my LUSH mansion in the middle of Long Beach, sippin' my wine and tippin' my women, and I've noticed that nobody around here...is actually a wrestler. We got boys like the New New Midnights, TRYIN' to be like Danny Douglas, tryin' to be devastatin' all over the place, boy! Then, we got WOMEN holdin' the World Title? What type of junk is that? If these boys here were real men, they'd slap that girl silly and put her in the kitchen, face down and legs up, exactly where she belongs! COLE I swore misogny died over a decade ago. DOUGLAS Plus, we got weird-lookin' guys that look like they belong better in an Elvira movie than in a wrestling ring, like that goof Axel! Not to mention, we got guys being enslaved by a couple of glorified ring rat (bleep)s, arenas going up in vortexs, and monsters comin' out to Britney Spears' songs, for God's SAKE! I'm sick and tired of watching my business be ruined, and I ain't takin' it anymore! I'm takin' the OAOAST...OLD SCHOOL! COACH Um...who does this guy think he is: Edward B. Wrestling? DOUGLAS My first target has gotta be the one thing that's irritated me more than anything: these little 120-pound bony jokes who think that they can do stupid flippy crap and be called "wrestlers". Hell, you have to be a man to consider yourselves "wrestlers", and I doubt you boys even hit puberty yet! You kids know who you is, and if any of youse wanna come out and challenge "The Devastatin' One", then I demand you come out now, BABY! ("Roll On" by the Living End starts up on the PA system, and out come Nate and Mikey, the Tethers Brothers! Nate has a microphone.) NATE I don't know who you are, or who you THINK you are, but if you're gonna come in here and assume crap while talking trash about us, you're gonna get your ass handed to you! (Nate drops the mic and charges to the ring with his brother...but Danny high-tails it out of the ring and runs back up the ramp.) DOUGLAS Listen up...you two have some sort of listenin' pro'lem. You see, I wasn't talkin' about you two at all. But, if you boys wants to fight, then I'm gonna put the dukes up! But...just not right now. Give me a week, and I'll see ONE of you two in that ring, DADDIO! Douglas proceeds to run out of the arena, as the fans applaud the Tetherses in the ring. COLE There you have it: A Tethers brother to face the debuting "Devastatin'" Danny Douglas next week! COACH It took the guy three minutes to get people to want to beat him up! That HAS to be some sort of record! COLE More hD~! in 3! *commercial* We see Josh Matthews standing in front of a HeldDOWN! backdrop. JOSH Hey everyone, Josh Matthews here with you to let you know that OAOAST's Dirty Deeds 2004 will be out on DVD this Tuesday! Filled with all the great matches from the show, it retails for $24.99 on our website or wherever videos and DVDs are sold! Get yours this Tuesday! *fade out* *...fade in* COLE Our next match is a return bout from a two weeks ago, where Black T defeated the Love Doctors. It originally scheduled to be Black T vs. the Frankensteiners, for the HI-YAH International tag team championship, but as we're about to see, the Love Doctors had other ideas in mind. HeldDOWN~! 10/14/04 Courtesy: OAOAST Home Entertainment The Frankensteiners get a good reception from the crowd, remembering their tough, hard hitting style from recent matches. The brothers walk confidently to the ring for the biggest match of their OAOAST careers to date. Suddenly, two men run out behind the Frankensteiners. They're wearing long white coats and medical masks that obscure there faces. The two intruders pull out NEEDLES, and inject something into the arms of Frank and Frankie! The brothers look at each other in confusion, before fading out into unconsciousness. Their assailants hi-five and remove their masks. COLE Ohmygod! The Love Doctors! The Docs strip off their coats, dancing and posing around the fallen Frankensteiners. CABOOSE What?! They just assaulted two men! They should be arrested! COACH But they said they were taking the shot. That makes it all ok. Don't you know anything about pro-wrestling? Max struggles in the Heart of Ice (Crippler Crossface) as Black tears at his neck. Pigley starts to pick himself up on the apron- but Jivin' JR, unseen by Robinson, drags him down to the floor and sits on his chest! With 300lbs of Jive on him, Pigley is going nowhere. In the middle of the ring Max struggles--fights--tries to make the ropes--but Dan's grip is locked in, and Max has no choice but to tap out. *DING DING DING* Dan won't let go of the hold, and Max Anderson is fading into unconsciousness... Max is now out cold, as more referees run from the back. T-Bod has other ideas, and grabs a chair which keeps the officials on the outside. At last Dan lets Max go -- but only so T-Bod can slam him in the back with the chair. COLE The Love Doctors actions got them fined and suspended. The Frankensteiners haven't commented about that incident, but one would assume they're none to please CABOOSE I've just received word that we can announce a match for Thanksgiving Star Wars: Hell's Hitmen vs. the New New Midnight Express. For people who've been saying the NNMX are ducking the Hitmen, they're the ones who wanted -- and were granted -- the match for Thanksgiving Star Wars, November 28th. COLE That's big! COACH But not as big as the Coach, if you get my drift. You need my love baby, oh so bad You're not the only one I've ever had And if I say I wanna set you free Don't you know you'll be in misery They call me (Dr. Love) They call me Dr. Love (calling Dr. Love) I've got the cure you're thinkin' of (calling Dr. Love) BUFFER Making their way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing 456 pounds, THE LOVE DOCTORS! Dr. Max Anderson & Dr. Steven Pigley grate to their music, as they slowly remove their doctors coats, much to the liking of the female fans in attendence. But the cheers revertbrating throughout the arena quickly turn into boos, as the theme song of Black T, "Quiet," drowns out "Calling Dr. Love." The former OAOAST and current HI-YAH International tag team champions casually jog to the ring, with Jivin' J.R. a good distance behind, looking convident as ever. Jivin' J.R. is wearing a WIRELESS HEADSET. BUFFER Their opponents, first from London, England, weighing 243 pounds, "THE ICE HEART" DAN BLACK! His partner, from Hollywood U.S.A., weighing 292 pounds, T-BOD! They are BLACK T! J.R. Michael Cole? COLE Y-Yes? J.R. Can you hear me, boy? You and your two buddies go ahead and take this match off, 'cause good ol' Jivin' J.R. is gonna show you how it's done. Hello again, everybody. Good ol' J.R. with you from ringside for this next match, and what a SLOBBERKNOCKER it's gonna be. You got the Love Doctors facing the two baddest hombres in the world today -- BLACK T! It's gonna be awesome. So grab yourself a sandwhich and sit back and enjoy the ass-kickin' the Love Doctors are gonna get from Black T, the two baddest hombres in the world. Si! Si! Si! Dan Black and Dr. Steven Pigley are gonna hook 'em up, as "Cowboy" Bill Watts would say. Collar-and-elbow tieup. Pigley backed against the ropes. Charles Robinson asking for a clean break. HARD SLAP TO THE FACE! Dan slapped the yellow off Dr. Steven's teeth. Too bad the OAOAST tag team champions, the Global Party XChange, won't wash the yellow off their backs and put their titles on the line against the HI-YAH International tag team champions Black T. Both men lock up again. Black backs Dr. Steven in the corner. ANOTHER SLA-- NO! Dan tried to slap Dr. Steven, but he saw it coming, and moved out of the way. Pigley's rocking Dan with rights and chops to the chest. Black whipped into the ropes BAAACK BODYDROP. Beautiful standing dropkick sends Dan to the mat. Armdrag. Black quickly tags in his partner, the 6'6, 292 pound T-Bod. The crowd giving T-Bod a rude reception. My former broadcast colleague struts around the ring, asking for Dr. Max Anderson. And the Doctor is gonna make a house call, as Dr. Steven Pigley tags -- or should I say pages? -- Dr. Max Anderson. T-Bod attempts to intimidate Dr. Max by showcasing his ripped body. Not only is T-Bod afraid of no ghost, he's not afraid of the Doctor either. Anderson clotheslines the big man, repeatedly slamming his head on the mat. T-Bod sent into the ropes. Dr. Max with a kick to the midsection, followed by a kneelift. SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP. 1... 2... T-BOD KICKS OUT! Irish-Whip. SPINEBUSTER! Anderson with the spinebuster. How familiar does that sound? It wasn't as good as T-Bod's, but still a helluva move nonetheless. BOSTON CRAB! Dr. Max is wrenching back. RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! J.R. GOOD GAWD! GOOD GAWD ALMIGHTY! AS GAWD IS MY WITNESS, HE'S BROKEN IN HALF! Dan Black nearly German Suplexed Anderson out of the ring. T-Bod drops a big elbow on the chest of Dr. Max Anderson. The "Ice Heart" is tagged in. TOP ROPE DIVING HEADBUTT! 1... 2... DR. STEVEN KICKS BLACK IN THE HEAD. BREAKING UP THE PINFALL. J.R. Somebody keep the man outta the ring. This match should be over. Black T should be your winners. But I know fans love seeing Black T. And that's what the OAOAST is about, the fans. Tag made. Irish-Whip. Double-team Flapja-- STUN GUN! A double-team Stun Gun. WHATAMANEUVER. Good Gawd, I sound like McMahon. Dan RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEXES T-BOD ONTO DR. MAX. J.R. What power shown by Dan Black. 1... 2... PIGLEY SHOVES T-BOD OFF OF MAX. J.R. Steven Pigley showing a massive amount of disrespect to the rules. Get him out of here, ref. Charles Robinson forcefully sends a complaining Dr. Steven back to his corner, but Dan LEAPS OVER Charles and hits Pigley with a DIVING CLOTHESLINE. All hell is breaking loose. T-Bod nails Dr. Max with the ATTITUDE AJUSTMENT PILEDRIVER. He covers Anderson. Dan & Steven brawl to the outside. T-Bod is asking for the ref, but Charles Robinson is too busy telling Dan & Dr. Steven to return to their respective corners, like that's going to work. The crowd ROARS. J.R. A LONG BLACK-HAIRED FEMALE enters the ring. She HITS T-BOD WITH A KARATE KICK TO THE HEAD. It's DR. IMA HOE! No! Damnit! That bitch places Dr. Max on top of T-Bod. Don't let it end like this. Referee Charles Robinson with the count. I gotta stop this. J.R. tries to enter the ring, but he can't fit between the ropes. 1... 2... J.R. Help! Help! Help! I'm stuck and I can't break up the pin. No! 3! HUGE POP! * DING DING DING DING * BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the match, THE LOVE DOCTORS! Dan Black slams Pigley on the floor. He goes back in the ring, and jumps Dr. Max. Black is stomping away on Anderson. Ima Hoe KICKS DAN BETWEEN THE LEGS. Dr. Steven joins Max & Ima in the ring. Max heads to the top. Steven cradles Black. LETHAL EJECTION (aka Vegomatic/Death Sentence; Steven holds opponent, Max off top with Shooting Star Elbow Drop). You need my love baby, oh so bad You're not the only one I've ever had And if I say I wanna set you free Don't you know you'll be in misery They call me (Dr. Love) They call me Dr. Love (calling Dr. Love) I've got the cure you're thinkin' of (calling Dr. Love) The Love Doctors & Ima Hoe celebrate in the ring, as we go to... COLE A commercial! COACH Yay! *commercials, you know how we roll* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted November 5, 2004 Terry Taylor is in the locker room of the Love Doctors, who are joined by Ima Hoe. TAYLOR I'm here with the Love Doctors, who defeated the former OAOAST and current HI-YAH International tag team champions Black T earlier tonight. Guys, congratulations on your big victory. DR. MAX & STEVEN Thank you. TAYLOR (CONT'D) But what is your relationship with the OAOAST's ex-head trainer, the hot, sexy Korean -- though her nationality may change if we can't find a good pic -- Dr. Ima Hoe? The last time we saw her Black T kicked her out of their limo, after the Chairman of the Board of Directors, "Cowboy" Bill Watts, fired her for helping Dan Black lie about an injury. DR. MAX Everybody makes mistakes, Terry. Unfortunately, Ima made a mistake. But everybody deserves a second chance, and that's what we're giving Ima. So, at this time, we'd like to introduce our new manager, Dr. Feelgood aka Ima Hoe. Ima embraces the Love Doctors. DR. FEELGOOD I want to thank Doctors Max Anderson & Steven Pigley for giving me a new lease of life. Yes I made a mistake, but now I'll correct that mistake by taking two of the finest wrestlers in the OAOAST to the peak of the mountain -- the tag team championship. TAYLOR Doctors, thank you for your time. Back to you. *to the windows, to the wall! to the sofa* COLE Folks, Jackie Gayda is in-ring, so let's take you to her! JACKIE Please welcome, accompanied by Tina...PAAAAAAAAANTHEEEERRRRRR!! Suddenly, the arena lights drop, and "State Prop (You Know Us)" by State Property hits the PA system. After approximately 4 or 5 seconds... **BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!** ...the arena is rocked by a HUGE pyro blast, bringing the fans to their feet as flashing red and white spotlights swarm the arena. The lights roam the crowd for a few moments before converging on the entrance, where, through a thick cloud of smoke, out walks Tina followed by the reigning Panther. The crowd gives a respectful round of applause as the couple remains on stage for a moment to soak up the reaction. Then, they start down the ramp to ringside. Once there, Panther hops upon the ring apron, holds the ropes open, allowing Tina to step through, then follows her in. The music dies down as Panther goes face-to-face with Jackie. JACKIE Well, Panther, you're coming off an amazing ladder match this past Sunday night against Drek Stone, and I think I speak for everyone here when I say that although you came up short, you deserve a round of applause for your efforts on Sunday night. The crowd gives a respectful round of applause as the camera pans the arena, picking up numerous pro-Panther signs. Once the applause die down, we cut back to the ring, where Gayda continues. JACKIE Now, Panther, since the Round Robin tournament is over and done with, I just wanna know what's next for you here in the OAOAST. PANTHER Well, Jackie, lemme make one thing clear to you and each and every last one of these people here in Cleveland ("OMG! THAT'S WHERE WE LIVE" pop): I may have lost that ladder match at WWE, and I'll take nothing away from Drek--the man is a helluva wrestler! He's a great competitor. But if you think for one single, solitary second that my World Title hopes ended in this ring on Sunday night, well then you people are sadly mistaken! Because you see, it's just like I told you Sunday night: nothing--ABSOLUTELY NOTHING-- is gonna stop me from getting my hands on the World Title! (crowd pops) Let me reiterate what I said on Sunday night...I NEED that title! I need to be Champion. Not to fufill some childhood fantasy! Not because of some boyhood dream! I need that title because it is my ticket out of this rotten business, a business that has done nothing but make my life a living hell. Panther looks down and takes a deep breath before continuing. PANTHER Ya know, for 8 long years I have busted my ass in this business. Each and every time I set foot in this ring, I did my absolute best to make sure that when you people left the arena, you'd leave knowing that you got to see a show like none other, and it's reactions like the one I got when I came out here that make me feel that all of my hard work wasn't done in vain. (crowd pops) Believe me when I say that I love these fans--each and every last one of you that have supported me throughout my career--and I love coming out here night after night and putting smiles on your faces. But as far as the rest of the business goes...I've had it! I'm sick of it! I'm sick of all the liars! Sick of all the backstabbing! All of the politics! I'm sick of it all! The wrestling business is without a doubt the most rotten, corrupt business I've ever come across, and if I could, I swear to you that I would leave it behind right now without even a blink of an eye. But unfortunately, I can't do that. Unfortunately, I've got bills to pay! I've gotta keep the lights on, I've got food to put on the table, and since wrestling's the only thing I know--it's been my life since I was 16...it's the only way for me to make any real money. (sighs) I came to the OAOAST last year when I was down and out, and I came here hoping to stay here just long enough to get myself financially secure, and then I'd move onto something else, but between all the bills and debt I've got, Tina's and my salary put together aren't enough to get myself to where I need to be. And that, people, is why I need the World Title! I need that money! I need those main event paydays, and as close as I was to achieving that this past Sunday at WWE, I cannot...I WILL NOT STOP NOW!!! (crowd pops) So once again, fans, let me make clear that I don't care what I have to do to get it! If I have to fall off ladders, consider it done! If I have to get knocked down over and over and over again just to get that opportunity, I will gladly do it, and I'll pick myself back up each and every time! NOTHING is gonna keep me from getting that title opportunity, and once I get it, you're looking at the new World Heavyweight Champion, and that's not destiny...that, my friends, is the fucking...(raises the mic) CROWD TRUTH!!!!! JACKIE Let's hear it for... ??? HOLD ON, HOLD ON, HOLD ON!!!!!!! Panther, Tina, Jackie and the crowd begins to look around, searching for the source of the voice. Suddenly, the Angletron lights up, and the crowd boos wildly as a familiar image appears on screen. Shown from the chest up, clad in a white dress shirt, gold tie and grey blazer, with his hair slicked back and with a huge smile on his face is none other than... COLE Oh no! Not him! VOICE Yes, friends, it is I...the man who tells it like it is! The #1 broadcast journalist in ALLLLL of the land! None other than...KEVIN...YANCY...TAYLOR! The crowd boos once more at the mention of his name. In the ring, Panther and Tina roll their eyes. TAYLOR Well, Miss Gayda, I must commend you! Just when I felt as though your already horrible interviewing skills couldn't get any worse...why, you go and prove me wrong! I mean, listen to yourself! The ridiculously bland questions you ask! "What will Panther do next"?! HA! The fact that anyone would feel the need to give an empty-headed little trollop such as yourself the job of informing the masses is just another testament to the ineptitude of the OAOAST brass! Back at ringside, Jackie sneers at the screen, and begins breathing heavily through clinched teeth. Meanwhile, Panther has the mic. PANTHER Taylor...I dunno where you are...I dunno what you want, and I don't even care! I don't have time to deal with you and your shit! (crowd pops) TAYLOR Oh but Panther, don't you realize? You and I...we're of the same vein! We're just alike! Why Panther, as a broadcast journalist, my sole interest is to do for those simpletons in Cleveland something that you have prided yourself on for years: I want to give them a little dose of...THE TRUTH!! (crowd boos) And do you know what THE TRUTH is, Panther? Do you want The Truth behind your little sob story? Well fret not my friend, for I...KEVIN YANCY TAYLOR...am about to do for you what no one else in that company is either bright enough or brave enough to do, and that's tell you that all of the pain that you associate with this business...all of the misery that you've faced for the last two and a half years...IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!! The crowd boos once more after Taylor's comment, as he just sits there smiling to himself. TAYLOR Yes, Panther, you're to blame! All of the backstabbing, right? Panther, how many people HAVEN'T you stepped on to make a name for yourself in this business. All of the people that you've used to get ahead, then discarded once you've got what you needed. Why...your precious friend J-Dogg! You talk about how much his death has haunted you! Tell me...tell the world: are you still haunted by the day four years ago when you wrapped a steel chair around his head and broke his neck?! Huh?! (crowd boos) And politics! Heh! You want to talk politics! What about me?! The best damn commentator in the history of this industry being relegated to nothing more than a B-team wrestling announcer for a second-rate wrestling promotion! And Panther, it was because of you! It was all because of you! (More boos) They say what goes around comes around, and for you, oh great...ALMIGHTY Champion of Champions, it has indeed come around. And I suppose that you expect these people to feel sorry for you. Why is that, Panther? Because you've changed?! You're a changed man! Changed man my ass, Panther! You're still the same self-centered, egotistical jackass that you always were! You don't care about these people! You don't care about the fans! Why, you want proof, just look at my nephew Chris Bryte! He was your fan...your biggest fan! HE IDOLIZED YOU! HE WORSHIPPED YOU! And how did you repay him?! How did you thank him for all of his years of support?! YOU SLICED HIS FACE!!!!! YOU BURNED HIM!!!!! YOU SONUVABITCH, YOU SCARRED HIM FOR LIFE!!!!!! Huge heat from the crowd, as an irate Taylor takes a deep breath to compose himself. Taunting chants of "YAAAANCY" are starting to break out in the crowd as he leans back into his chair, adjusts his tie and continues. TAYLOR Panther...you are an absolutely pathetic excuse for a human being, and you deserve every big of pain and suffering that you've gotten. And there's more to come, Panther...I assure you! After what you have done to my nephew, Panther...after what you and that wench Tina did to ME--the way you've ruined MY career, MY life, MY family--I will see to it that there will be no happiness for you, Panther! No pleasure whatsoever! As long as there is breath in my body, Panther--and mark my word on this--your remaining days will be A LIVING HELL!!!!!! The crowd boos as, in the ring, Panther just rolls his eyes. Then, Tina takes the mic from Panther. She wets her lips, turns to the Angletron and begins to speak. TINA Ya know, Kevy...we didn't need the little history lesson. Panther and I...we're aware of the past! We never told anyone that we're saints, and we've both done some wrong things in our lives...me more than him, but for everything we've accepted responsibility for them. Now you come out here talking about the past as if it means something...well I say screw that! Let's talk the future...let's talk me and you! (crowd pops) TAYLOR What...what are you talking about. TINA Oh yeah, buddy-boy! Panther may not have the time to deal with you...but I do! You wanna make our lives a living hell, Kevy? You wanna ruin our lives, well I'm giving you the chance to try it! How about it...me and you, in this ring one-on-one?! The crowd voices its approval of Tina's proposal. On the Angletron, Taylor just smiles. TAYLOR Now, now, Tina! Let's not get hasty... TINA Oh, but I thought you were gonna make our lives a living hell, Taylor?! TAYLOR Oh and I am...but remember, I'm the most intelligent man in all of wrestling! I don't need to fight my battles, I have other people to do that for me...and what I've done is found two of the most skilled, most deadly men walking the face of this earth right now, and I've hired them to do just that! So, Tina...since you're so ansy...since you feel the need to step in the ring so badly...how about this...NEXT WEEK! Next week I will bring these men to HeldDOWN, and if you've got the guts, you and Panther will step in the ring with them, and you will face your hell up-close and personal! How about that?! TINA You want it, Taylor?! Panther...(Panther says "whatever") FINE! It's sewn up! Me and Panther vs your boys next week, and I guarantee you that whoever you bring with you is gonna get their asses kicked next week! TAYLOR Fine! I guarantee that the two of you are in for the shock of a lifetime! The tron goes blank. Panther then takes the mic from Tina and turns to the camera and begins to speak. PANTHER Ya know Taylor, I'm listening to Taylor up there talking about how he doesn't think that I've changed...whatever. I don't give a rat's ass what you think, and I'm sure that these people care even less about you than I do. And it doesn't matter whether I've changed or not. In the end, one thing remains the same: there's no right way, there's no wrong way, there's only the Panther's way, AND THERE CAN'T BE ANY OTHER WAY!!!!! The crowd cheers as "State Prop (You Know Us)" hits the PA system and Panther and Tina prepare to leave the ring. COLE So it looks as if we've got a tag match on our hands for next week. Panther and Tina vs whomever Taylor brings with him! That should be something. *commercizzle* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted November 5, 2004 (We cut to a scene inside Father’s mansion where Father lies in a bed surrounded by JAE and Cain. Parka, Eddy, and Leah come in helping Blurricane and Jude to walk. Both men look sick and weak.) BLURRICANE J. Arthur you bastard…I hope you called us here to finally give us the serum! *cough cough* J. ARTHUR I told you before that you didn’t hold up your end of the bargain. JUDE Bull! You didn’t even have the serum with you! You never planned to give it to us! J. ARTHUR It was in my locker room! All you had to do was show up for the match like I said and I would have given it to you backstage! FATHER Enough! *has a coughing attack* I wanted you all here for the final moments. J. Arthur gave you a way out and obviously you didn’t want it badly enough. Now I will get to watch you suffer in my last few minutes. BLURRICANE You said you had secrets you were holding back. I want to know…before I die. FATHER Why should I? JUDE Why does it matter if you tell us or not? FATHER You know it doesn’t matter and I will tell you some things just to see the look of shock on your face as you realize it’s too late. That would be my final satisfaction. BLURRICANE Well then start talking. FATHER Not yet…it’s not time. JUDE Screw you! BLURRICANE Father you can cut the bullshit. I know you don’t have that much time left. FATHER Father…that’s the first time I’ve heard you actually refer to me as that yourself. Do you still look at me as your Father? Does a part of you feel an attachment to me regardless of what I’ve done? BLURRICANE I hate you with all of my being. FATHER You will hate me even more when you learn the truth. BLURRICANE What truth!? FATHER Hahahaha…now that we come down to it you might as well know that…*has another coughing attack* *Blurricane actually slaps him across the face* BLURRICANE Cut the crap old man! FATHER You might as well know that…I’m not even really your father…hahahahaha!!! *Blurricane and everyone in the room look shocked as Father laughs* BLURRICANE Wha..what!? FATHER Your father created me long ago. BLURRICANE Created?? You’re a clone? FATHER Yes…he created me to help do chores around the house. CHORES!!!! *cough cough* Can you believe that? I was a perfect specimen. I was unblemished by this world. I was all that he could never be and he had me doing chores!!! To him I was no more than a machine! *Blurricane’s face turns pale as he listens* FATHER So I took over! I locked him in the basement and made him do the chores!! He was now the slave! He couldn’t fight back because he was a weak old man, but I was perfectly fit! BLURRICANE You made him a servant just as you did me. FATHER Yes. You were a constant reminder of him! Both of you… *Father cuts himself off* BLURRICANE Both of you?? FATHER At first I tried to mold you into what I wanted you to be because I didn’t know how the cloning process worked, but when that failed I forced your Father to help me clone you. BLURRICANE Hold on…back up a second and tell me what you meant by “both of you”! FATHER You and your Father! That’s what I meant! BLURRICANE You’re lying. FATHER Do you want to know the truth or not!? BLURRICANE Fine…continue on. FATHER I didn’t settle for one clone though. I made more to be sure that the clones outnumbered you and your Father. I got a little carried away in making 13 clones, but they were put to good use. However, I knew those uses would eventually be used up so I put an expiration date on each of them. BLURRICANE Expiration date?? FATHER Do you really think our conditions came about by accident? That was just a cover for the truth. After all I didn’t want to reveal my hand before it was time. I’ve infected every one of you with a virus! It was the same virus that I have been infected with for some time now. The virus must have been a side effect of the early cloning process since I was the first clone. I infected all of the clones and you, but not your father because his fate is in his cell. I figured that if I was going to die then all of you should as well. BLURRICANE Where is my Father now!? FATHER He is still locked away in the basement. *Blurricane motions for Parka and Eddy to go get him* FATHER I wouldn’t do that if I were you. If you tamper with the lock the security system will release gas into his chamber and kill him. One wrong entry of the pass code will end in the same result. He will be trapped in there after we all die and unless JAE and Cain are feeling generous he will probably rot in there! So you have your choice. Kill him quickly or let him rot. BLURRICANE You son of a bitch! *Blurricane uses what strength he has left to grab Father by the shirt collar* BLURRICANE Tell me the pass code!!! FATHER Threatening me won’t work. I’m already going to die and so will he. J. Arthur already has proven his loyalty to me and my dying wish is that Robert Edwards be left in his cell to rot! *Blurricane looks at JAE with contempt* BLURRICANE J. Arthur I know you’re not the kind of person that would just let someone die! Snap out of it!! Why do you listen to this man!? He’s not even really your Uncle! *J. Arthur looks stoic as Blurricane turns back to Father* FATHER Why don’t you just accept it? *Blurricane looks weak and frustrated* FATHER Save a little dignity and get off of me. You look like a fool. James get him off of me. *JAE remains still* FATHER I said get him off of me! *JAE pulls Blurricane off of him and Blurricane slumps to the ground next to the bed. He then pulls himself up on the edge of the bed* BLURRICANE Just give me the pass code! FATHER I’m not telling and there’s only one other person who knows the code. He won’t tell because as I’ve said before he’s loyal to me. Isn’t that right James? J. ARTHUR Oh I won’t tell him the pass code. FATHER Good. J. ARTHUR I won’t have to. FATHER Of course not, because he’s going to stay in there a very long time. *JAE and Father laugh* J. ARTHUR Hahahaha…I highly doubt that. *Father suddenly stops laughing and looks at JAE who looks pissed.* FATHER What did you say James!? J. ARTHUR How many times do I have to tell you…don’t call me James. *Suddenly Cain walks in helping the real Robert Edwards to walk* FATHER What the hell is going on here!? J. ARTHUR I’m not a murderer. I may be a lot of bad things, but I’m not going to let anyone die here today. FATHER You son of a bitch! I gave you everything you have! Are you going to pick them over me!? J. ARTHUR Yeah…I am. FATHER You say you’re not going to let anyone die here today, but I look around you. It’s too late! They’re going to die! BLURRICANE I highly doubt that as well. *Suddenly Blurricane stands up, straightens out his outfit, and smiles. In the background Jude does the same and Father looks shocked.* FATHER But you never gave them the serum! J. ARTHUR Who says I didn’t? Come on you should know a lie when you hear one. *JAE grins* FATHER You betrayed me, but you still can’t prevent me from dying. Atleast then I can be away from all of you. J. ARTHUR I wouldn’t count on that either. *JAE sticks a syringe in Father’s arm and Father looks shocked again* FATHER What are you doing!? NO!!!! BLURRICANE It seems your fate is going to be inside a prison cell. You see J. Arthur told me the whole truth the day after you revealed that we were dying. He didn’t want any part of this mess. This whole conversation we have had is now on this tape recorder. *Holds up a recorder* Soon you will go to jail and this time you won’t be coming back out. In order to get your confession we needed to let you think you were getting your wish. I know how much you like to hear yourself talk and make others suffer, so I knew you would tell all. You just had to spill the beans before it was over and now, for you, it is definitely over. *One by one each of them leave the room as Father begins to cry in his bed. Out in the hallway the real Robert Edwards makes his way over to his son.* ROBERT Finally…I am free. *Blurricane hugs his dad* BLURRICANE I’m sorry that this happened to you. ROBERT It’s not your fault. I’m just glad that my sons are okay. BLURRICANE Sons!? ROBERT Yes, that clone has lied to you. I wouldn’t let J. Arthur tell you because I wanted to be the one. Jude is your brother. You are twins. That clone didn’t want you to know the truth because he favored Jude and wanted him to be on his side. That was his plan, to take one son and make him his own and to destroy the other son. BLURRICANE If Jude was to be his own son then why did he give him the virus? ROBERT He didn’t give him the virus until after Jude had turned on him. At that point he felt that Jude was just as worthless as the rest. *Jude breaks down into tears in the background.* ROBERT Come here my son. Both of you have made me proud. J. ARTHUR Well this is getting too mushy for my tastes. I think it’s time for us to go. *JAE and Cain start to leave, but Blurricane stops them.* BLURRICANE Thank you. J. ARTHUR Don’t think that this makes us buddies or anything. I just did what I thought was right…for once. If you ever get into another tight spot don’t come looking for me because I’ve had enough for one lifetime. BLURRICANE Fair enough. *JAE and Cain leave as Justice Inc. and Robert walk outside.* JUDE What now B-Cane? BLURRICANE We will never be the same. We’ll have to continue taking the serum to stay healthy. JUDE What about the OAOAST? BLURRICANE I think until we can find a cure it’s best if we retire. The last thing we need is for our serum to run out and become weak during a match. Not to mention we don’t know how this virus spreads. JUDE Maybe we could actually give the whole superhero thing a try? *Blurricane gives him a funny look* JUDE Okay…maybe not. What about you guys Parka? What will ya’ll do? PARKA I think I’m going to take some time off. I got pretty banged up in that cage match. Maybe I’ll catch up on some fishing. JUDE That’s it? PARKA Well you guys are gonna need some help being superheroes. *Everyone laughs* ROBERT I have a feeling everything will be alright. BLURRICANE I know what you mean. *Blurricane takes Leah in his arms and kisses her. Jude and Robert roll their eyes and laugh as we take a wide shot of the mansion and everyone laughing and talking. We fade out on the sunset in the background.* (The End) *fade out* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted November 5, 2004 CUE: "Set It Off" The fans get up as Crystal walks onto the stage! COLE Here we go! Main event time with the World Championship on the line! COACH MAH GIRL! Crystal raises one arm as she stands on the top of the stage, holding her index finger into the air. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages. The following match is scheduled for one fall with no time limit, and it is for the OAOAST Heavyweight Championship of the World!!! Introducing first, the challenger, from Coquitlam, British Columbia....CRYSTAL!!!!!! COLE Folks, if you're just joining us, you've missed one hell of a wild night, and we just saw the culmination of the Blurricane's epic saga!! CABOOSE Quite dramatic. COLE And now we're all set for a rematch of this Sunday's OAOAST Title match! Crystal walks down to ringside, sliding in under the bottom rope. The former champion climbs up the nearest corner, and poses for the fans to a big pop! CABOOSE That's right. The CHAMPION, HOFF, out of the GOODNESS of his heart, giving Crystal another title shot. COLE It's been a wild night for Hoff as well, we've seen him essentially kicked out of the Thrillogy... CABOOSE Let's not talk about that. COLE Nonetheless, a very major development, as the rift between Hoff and Zack Malibu seems to be insurmountable. CABOOSE No. No no no. My boys will get back together, they're just having some differences right now, it's all right... COACH Doesn't seem all right. CABOOSE IT'S FINE!! EVERYTHING IS FINE!!! "Set it Off" cuts out, replaced by Sevendust's "Black" to a BIG ovation. COLE Here comes the champ!! The lights go down as the song's opening strains blare. BUFFER And her opponent this evening, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 267 pounds, he is the OAOAST Heavyweight Champion of the World....HOFF!!!!!!! The fans cheer as they wait for Hoff to appear on the stage...but Hoff doesn't appear on the stage. COLE ...Where is he? The lights come up, and the music dies off. The cameras show Crystal in the ring with one eyebrow raised, looking intently up the ramp. COACH Hoff's late! COLE This is strange... CABOOSE Where's the champ? Crystal asks the referee a question, but he just shrugs and shakes his head. The ref leans over the ropes to ask something to the people at ringside, but they don't appear to have any answers. COLE What the... CABOOSE Where is he? Crystal looks confused as the referee quickly heads to the back. COLE Ladies and gentlemen, I'm not sure what's going on here... COACH Do we know why he isn't out here? COLE No. Wait...wait...okay, I'm getting something over my headset. Hoff is...what? CABOOSE Wait, what is it? Cole-- COLE Hoff...someone took him out? CABOOSE WHAT?! Folks, I...it seems that somebody has attacked the World Champion in the back... The cameras cut to a shot in the back, the cameraman running down a series of hallways. The camera darts past a door marked "Thrillogy," and hangs a left... COLE Oh my God. The cameraman freezes on a shot of Calvin Szechstein, kneeling over the face-down body of Hoff, looking shocked. Hoff's right knee is torqued at a violent angle, and a small pool of blood is under his forehead. Calvin quickly checks for a pulse, then pulls his hand off of Hoff's head...his hand, red with blood. COACH What the... CALVIN (looking up frantically) WILL SOMEBODY GET A FUCKING MEDIC?!? But paramedics are already on the scene, and they quickly check Hoff's vitals before rolling him onto his back, onto a flat stretcher board. Calvin stands, looking horrified as the medics strap Hoff down. CALVIN Is he okay? The medic nods, easing Calvin out of the way. The team lifts the big man onto the stretcher itself, rolling him away. Calvin follows the team down the hall, and out to the garage, where Hoff is loaded into an ambulance. The ambulance quickly pulls out ot the garage, while one medic stays behind, discussing what she can with Calvin. COLE Folks, we're getting some word now. We...I mean, we don't know how or WHY this happened, but here's what we do know. Hoff was laid out and...and they BELIEVE he's going to be all right, but he's suffered a lot of blood loss, and apparently, the worst of it was-- CABOOSE His knee? COLE From what we could see, from what they could see, it looked pretty bad, and they do not know the damage yet. We will keep you updated as soon as we know more. CABOOSE I just hope he's okay. COACH But...who would have done this? The medic finishes her explanation to Calvin, and leaves, leaving Cal looking solemnly at the ground. Cal takes a deep breath and shakes his head, then looks up sharply-- into the eyes of Zack Malibu, who steps into frame. COLE Zack... COACH You don't think... Calvin looks at Zack, staring him in the eyes. Zack stares back, unexpressive... *FADE TO BLACK* © 2004, OAOAST Enterprises/HeldDOWN! Entertainment CREDITS: Myself KC PFL Tony NYU Papa Parka Phenom anyone I may have missed Good night! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
