Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted December 10, 2004 I LIKE BY KATY ROSE! FIREWORKS!!!!!!! TRIPLE C!!! COLE Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another edition of HeldDOWN~! Coming to you live from Miami, Florida! Tonight we pay our respects to our recently passed founding father, Anglesault. CABOOSE Good riddance to bad shit. COACH I agree. We've got an awesome show for you tonight! Hell’s Hitmen will be able to get their hands around Logan Mann and Synth Esizer as they square off against the Saints, tonight, live here on HeldDOWN~! Mikey will be in the ring to talk with Gunner! In edition to all that Leon Rodez takes on the Mad Cappa in a steel cage! That should be off the chain, playas! COLE Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, it's been announced for Climax, it's going to be Black T defending the HI-YAH International Tag Team Championship against my favourite team - The Love Doctors! COACH Well, the Docs do hold a pinfall victory over Black T, and of course if it wasn't for Dan Black's injury they would already have had their title shot. CABOOSE That win was all down to that cheating slut, Dr. Ima Hoe. How could she turn on Dan and T.Bod like that? COLE Well, the new manager of the Docs has some scores to settle with Black T. CABOOSE Who cares? Besides, the Quacks already had a shot at the HI-YAH tag titles and Dan Black made one of them - who cares which - tap in the middle of the ring. Black T are so far above the Docs, it's a joke. Ha! COACH You may be right Caboose, but that match has been made, and right now we're going to get a little preview, as Dan Black returns to the ring to face Dr. Steven Pigley! Cue: "Quiet" BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by T.Bod and Jivin' JR, from London England, weighing 242lbs, he is one half of the HI-YAH International Tag Team Champions and one third of the OAOAST Tag Team Champions, the "Ice Heart", Daaaaaaaaaaaaan BLACK~! T.Bod, in sparkling black and silver robe, and JR, in a diaper for some reason and also carrying a metal briefcase, step through Dan's traditional billowing black smoke and flank Dan as he emerges. Wearing short black and silver trunks, Black walks down with his allies to the ring. Dan and T.Bod have the HI-YAH tag titles over their shoulders. JR snaps open the case to reveal the OAOAST tag titles gleaming under the arena lights. COLE Of course, Black T have now formed a dominating group with Zack Malibu known as The Original Elite and we saw T.Bod and Zack win the OAOAST straps from the GPX at Thanksgiving Star Wars. CABOOSE Good ol' JR has those belts nice and safe in that case, and frankly I can't see any way any team will be able to ever take those titles away. Think about it- T.Bod and Zack Malibu. Zack Malibu and Dan Black. And we know all about T.Bod and Dan. That's three dream teams right there. BUFFER And his opponent! Cue: "Calling Dr. Love" BUFFER Accompanied to the ring by Dr. Feelgood and Dr. Max Anderson, he's from Chicago Illinois, weighing 215lbs - Doctor Steven PIG-LEY! Max and Steven dance and gyrate, with "Dr. Feelgood" Ima Hoe joining in. The Black T contingent look on with disgust. COLE Why does Dan Black have an expression like that? Hasn't he seen his own manager? CABOOSE Hey, leave JR alone! It's always about JR with you isn't it? You're jealous, right? Or do you...do you...LOVE him? Dan talks strategy with T.Bod, while JR makes growling noises at Dr. Feelgood as the Doc's team enters the ring. Steven and Max removes their doctors coats to screams from the female fans in attendance, and a few of the men too. Both men are in red trunks, and Steven has a determined expression on his face. *DING DING DING* The ring clears to leave Dan and Steven nose to nose. Dr. Feelgood gets a "Let's go Doc-tors!" chant started that irritates Dan to the extent that he refuses to lock up until it stops. Eventually, the chant subsides, whereupon Black immediately pokes Dr. Pigley in the eye and lashes him with a huge European uppercut. Pigley is propelled into the corner, where Dan flays his chest with a trio of knife edge chops. Dr. Steven is left gasping for breath as Black smirks. CABOOSE This is nothing more than a squash for Dan. Pigley's a rookie, he just has no business being in there with an athlete in his prime like Black. COLE Black has been out for a few weeks with that knee injury, but showing no signs of discomfort here. COACH If Pigley's smart he'll go right after that knee, if he can. Dan brings Pigley out with a snapmare and then kicks him hard in the small of the back. Black brings the Doc up and whips him off the ropes, knocking him to the mat with a hard back elbow and covering - ONE! But Pigley kicks out strongly and gets to his feet! Dan swings and misses, and Dr. Steven hits a dropkick to the jaw that prompts Black to slide out of the ring, where he consults with T.Bod and JR. Pigley gets to his feet, sees the group and runs the ropes, bouncing back towards Black T and diving over with a corkscrew plancha that knocks all 3 men to the floor! The crowd yell their appreciation, as Dan starts to pick himself up - and sees Dr. Feelgood! Black grins as he makes his way towards her, rubbing his hands like an evil movie villain. He grabs her by the hair- but Steven Pigley attacks from behind, sending Dan down. Pigley puts the boots to Black, who scrambles away to the other side of the ring. Meanwhile, JR and T.Bod pick themselves up - but Dr. Max Anderson jumps onto the apron, onto the second rope and executes a textbook Asai moonsault onto the pair that takes them right back down again! Pigley chases after Black, who slides back into the ring. Steven follows - and Dan is able to stomp him down as he does so. CABOOSE I can't believe Pigley fell for that. How did these guys get their MD's?! COLE He was defending his manager! Black, as despicable as ever, would have inflicted some real harm onto Dr. Feelgood! The referee makes Dan let up on the boots as Pigley grabs the bottom rope. Dr. Steven draws himself up, but turns straight into a belly to belly suplex from Black. Cover: ONE! TWO! Kickout! Black brings Pigley back to his feet and hits him with another European uppercut. With Pigley stunned, Black gathers him in, applies a front facelock, gets elevation and drills him with a brainbuster. Dan runs the ropes and delivers a Muta-style power elbow - right into the Heart of Ice! (Crippler Crossface) CABOOSE That's it! Ring the bell! COLE Black has won countless matches with that hold, but Pigley isn't tapping yet! Steven's arm wavers- but Dan doesn't have his other arm fully trapped, and Pigley is able to roll over and grab the bottom rope! Our official counts Black off, and he releases the Doc with a look of disgust. Dan gets in the face of the referee - and Pigley schoolboys him from behind! ONE! TWO! THREE! No! Dan kicks out! Black is getting to his feet as Pigley runs the ropes, and as he gets to one knee Steven nails him with a Shining Wizard! Twisting Legdrop! Standing Moonsault! ONE! TWO! THREE! No! Dan kicks out at the last second! COLE So close to a huge win for Dr. Steven Pigley! COACH Pigley needs to take advantage, keep the offence flowing. And the Doc does, climbing to the top rope as Dan gets to his feet and leaping off with a big cross body that crunches Black into the mat! ONE! TWO! Black rolls through it, reversing the pin and getting a huge handful of tights! ONE! TWO! THREE! No! Steven kicks out! Both men up - Dan reacts first - KICK WHAM BLACKOUT! (Stunner) - but Pigley pushes him off! Steven jumps onto Dan's shoulders and drives his head into the mat with a reverse hurracanrana! ONE! TWO! THREE! No! Black kicks out with very little to spare. Pigley gets to his feet, signalling for Dan to follow, stalking Black for a big move. COACH Pigley has that Michinoku Driver he calls the Time of Death in his arsenal, if he can hit that here it's all over for Dan! CABOOSE T.Bod! JR! Do something, dammit! Steven moves in a scoops Dan up - but Black struggles and escapes, sliding down behind Pigley, locking in a full nelson - Dragon suplex! Black rolls through with it and applies a waistlock - German suplex! Dan rolls through that too, and this time hooks back both arms - textbook Tiger suplex, with bridged pin! ONE! TWO! THREE! *DING DING DING* Black gets to his feet, holding his head, still feeling the effects of Pigley's rana, but still manages to smirk with satisfaction. COLE Dan Black proving just a little too much for Pigley here, escaping the -- and hitting that devastating Chimera suplex sequence. Pigley got dunked on his head three times in quick succession, and he just had no answer for it. CABOOSE That's right Cole, just like I told you, Dan Black is proved the better man. COACH But still, a brave effort from Pigley, he had Black close to defeat on several occasions. But what's this? As Pigley gets to his feet, Dan Black is offering him a handshake! The crowd urges Pigley not to take it, but he looks unsure... COLE There's no way Dr. Steven can trust Black. CABOOSE C'mon, that's so cynical! Dan just wants to congratulate him on a good attempt! Pigley extends his hand, but then laughs and turns to walk away - and JR throws Dan a HI-YAH tag belt - and Black smashes the Doc in the back of the head with it! Dr. Max Anderson jumps into the ring, but Dan is already out, joining up with T.Bod and JR as they walk up the ramp, laughing. COACH Black T taking a clear advantage as we begin the road to Climax, but the Docs have that title shot, and with Dan's actions they have got to be burning for Black T's blood about now. COLE Fans, we'll be back with more HD~! (Go to break) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted December 10, 2004 (Return from break) With an "Earlier Today" chryon posted at the bottom right of the screen, The Mad Cappa storms into Bill Watts' office. Cappa: "Hey Billy boy! Yea', I'm talkin' to ya'!" Watts: "What in the hell? GET OUT! GET OUT!" Cappa: "Yo yo yo yo yo! What in the deal yo fo' last week, huh?" Watts: "Get out now before I ban you from the arena!" Cappa: "You scaaaaaared? Look you stupid Texan! Why didn't you book me last week? You afraid of havin' me out there? Afraid of actually having a match?" Watts: "That's it! We didn't book you last week because of your actions as of late! We don't need someone like you that is detreminal to our system! However, since you are so determined to be on tonight, you have a match!" Cappa: "Finally..." Watts: "Oh wait! Even though you don't deserve it, you are getting one more shot at the X Division title!" Cappa: "Oooo! Leon is going to get it!" Watts: "Oh, it won't be a normal match, oh no no no no! You see for your actions, I feel that you need to be taught a lesson. So tonight's match between you and Leon Rodez will be...... a STEEL CAGE match!" Cappa: "WHAT?!" Watts: "Now get out of here before I revoke that title shot!" Cappa walks out of there and yells out, "GATAMELA!" (FADE OUT) We cut to a shot of the backstage area, opening on a well-dressed Chris Stevens. Jeers go up in the stands as Stevens converses animately with his "image consultant," Jumbo. STEVENS So, you think the glasses are a bit much, then? Jumbo says nothing, standing still, looking big and mean and generally unfriendly, as Chris whisks the shades off of his face, looking at them and cocking his head to either side. Shrugging, Stevens slips the sunglasses into his inside jacket pocket. STEVENS Well, I suppose you do know best! Stevens chuckles as he pats Jumbo on the chest. The big man remains immoving. Stevens laughs at himself...before being startled by a hand grabbing his shoulder. ??? Hey! Stevens turns around to face...PHOENIX?! COLE Phoenix? I thought he was dead! Stevens is surprised for a brief second, before settling into obvious annoyance. Phoenix looks upset -- as much as one wearing a mask can look so. PHOENIX You know, I'm getting tired of you ripping the fans!! STEVENS Haven't I heard this before? Phoenix steps toward Stevens, closing the gap and raising his head. PHOENIX Well then maybe you need to hear it again! Stevens tenses...then laughs sardonically, patting Phoenix on the shoulder. Stevens is unfazed as Phoenix quickly swats the limb away. STEVENS Listen, small fry. You'd do well to get yourself someone like Mr. Montana here. Someone who can help you make something of yourself. I mean, you're all right in the ring, but, I mean, black spandex and a mask? Who are you, Spider-Man? Get a clue, buddy. Or tape Queer Eye. Stevens laughs at Phoenix's anger. Phoenix takes a deep breath before firing back: PHOENIX Yeah, you'd know all about the queer eye! An "oooooh" comes out of the audience. COACH SNAP~! CABOOSE Aw, it's on now, blokes. Chris bristles, but tries to brush the remark off. STEVENS Real mature, Flagstaff. PHOENIX It's PHOENIX!! STEVENS Good lord, it's a stupid name any way you slice it. How about you get yourself a clue? PHOENIX How about I get a piece of you, tonight!! The fans cheer! STEVENS Hey, buddy, I've been looking for a fight anyway! Me and you, tonight. No problem. I'll see you in the ring. Phoenix stares at a thinly smiling Chris Stevens before turning away. Stevens watches his go, smiling thinly -- until suddenly a lightbulb goes off over his head. STEVENS Whoa, wait a minute!! Phoenix stops in his tracks and turns. STEVENS Now, correct me if I'm wrong here, but aren't you...you know...dead? Phoenix looks taken aback. PHOENIX Dead...what...whatever could you mean...what you talkin' bout, mang? I ain't dead...no...no no. Phoenix smiles at a very puzzled Stevens, who gices the luchadore a long look before turning away. As he does, faintly, very faintly, a white glow surrounds Phoenix, and choral music fills the air. Phoenix takes a step back as the music grows -- then stops on a dime as Stevens whirls around. The music dies, the aura fades, and Stevens is left face to face with plain ol' Phoenix. STEVENS .....did you... PHOIENIX Nah. STEVENS ..... PHOENIX It's better not to think about it. STEVENS But...the continuity... PHOENIX Don't...just don't worry about it. STEVENS ..... PHOENIX ..... Stevens pauses, looking, staring at Phoenix, before slowly turning. As he does, the music starts in again. Stevens snaps his head back, but again the music and the light disappear. STEVENS !!! PHOENIX What? STEVENS Stop doing that!! Stevens, looking a bit shaken, spins on his heels and storms off, Jumbo in tow. The glow and the music return to Phoenix as the HeldDOWN~! theme song plays. COACH Is Phoenix chosen by God? CABOOSE He has risen from the ashes!! COACH But can he beat Chris Stevens? CABOOSE Even with the help of God?!? COLE We'll find out -- TONIGHT!! Stay tuned!! (Go to break) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted December 10, 2004 (Return from break) When we return from break, the ring is covered in red carpet, and the crowd is booing as the Illuminators, Brock Ausstin (wearing a brace on his right knee) and Kevin Yancy Taylor (clad in a tuxedo) all stand in the ring. Chants of "Panther, Panther" are echoing throughout the arena as Taylor raises the mic to his lips. TAYLOR Chant all you want, fans! Go ahead...chant your little hearts out! Rest assured, your chanting won't be able to remove the smile from my handsome face! Because I told you! I told you all going into Thanksgiving Star Wars that I would have my revenge on Panther, and just like the mailman...I delivered on my promise! For you see, as we speak right now, PANTHER IS OUT OF ACTION!! (crowd boos) He's got a concussion, he's got busted ribs! He's out of action indefinitely, and it's all thanks to this man! This wonderful, wonderful man! Wrestling fans around the world, I implore you! Get onto your feet, wave your hands into the air and celebrate the accomplishments of the most wonderful being ever grace an OAOAST ring...MY LOVING NEPHEW...CHRIS...BRRRRRRRYYYYYTE!!!!! A deep blue hue covers the crowd as "It's Goin Down" hits the PA system. A white strobe light flashes at the entrance as Bryte steps out from the locker room followed by The Hand. Bryte's clad in a tuxedo as well, as is the Hand, who's also wearing an eye patch over his right eye (the result of his match with Panther at License to Pin). They head down to the ring, and once they get there, Bryte high fives and hugs both Illuminators and Taylor respectively. Ausstin stoically watches the celebration from a far corner as chants of "Chris Bryte Sucks" fill the arena. The music begins to die down and Taylor begins to speak again. TAYLOR Chris...Chris, and YOU TOO, HAND! I don't wanna leave anyone out! (smiles) I just want to let the both of you know that I am oh so proud of you for what you did to Panther at Thanksgiving Star Wars! I mean, it was incredible seeing the two of you standing over his beaten, broken body at the end of that match with Brock Ausstin...that sight will forever be etched in my mind, and I can't tell you how proud I am of the both of you. BRYTE (takes the mic) Thanks, unc. PANTHER (LOUD BOOS), did you think for one second that I was just gonna sit back and allow you to get away with what you did to me at Angleslam?! Well you're sadly mistaken my friend! Chris Bryte is back in the OAOAST, and I'm back for one reason, Panther, and that's to take you out for good! You see, before took it easy on you, Panther! I had respect for you, because for all the rotton things I did to you, deep down inside, Panther, whenever I looked at you, I saw the same guy I looked up to, the man I used to idolize when I was a teenager! Well Panther, I'm not a teenager anymore! I'm all grown up now, and you can rest assured that the love, the respect, IT'S ALL GONE, and all that's left is pure, unadulterated HATRED!!!!!! I hate you, Panther! I hate you for what you did to me...for all the pain you've put me through, and I guarantee you that there's no length I won't go to, no depths I won't stoop to in order to make you pay and make you pay BIG! If you think the pain that you're feeling right now is bad, then I guarantee you that you ain't seen nothing yet. The crowd boos as Bryte hands the mic back to Taylor. TAYLOR Yes, Panther. Enjoy your time off, because I promise that when you return, the real payback will begin!!!!! And speaking of payback...that brings me to a meddling little wench that goes by the name of Tina! (crowd pops) As great a night as TSW was...seeing my nephew Chris Bryte and The Hand giving Panther what he deserved...the night was bittersweet! For as we speak right now, I've got fourteen stitches in the top of my head...and all the result of an UNPROVOKED assault by the deceitful harlot!!! (crowd boos) And this hasn't been the first time that you've put your hands on me, Tina! I mean, week after week it's been the same thing. You putting your hands upon me for no good reason, and I'm sick of it, Tina! I'm sick of it! I may be a broadcast journalist, but I'm a man first, and I will not continue to allow you to brutalize me any longer! And that's why, Tina, since you seem to be so anxious to get your hands on me...I am challenging you to a match! TRIPLE C What?! TAYLOR That's right, Tina! Next week right here on HeldDOWN, if you've got the guts, you will face me in this very ring, and I will give you the thrashing of a lifetime! IF you've got the guts! Do you, Tina...do you? Taylor flashes a sinister smile as "It's Goin Down" starts up over the PA system. He high fives Bryte and the Illuminators once again before exiting the ring. Brock Ausstin follows them, coming face to face with The Hand as they near the ropes at roughly the same time. The two have a brief staredown before The Hand holds the ropes open, allowing Brock to (cautiously) step through, COLE Well fans, Chris Bryte is back, and Kevin Taylor has just challenged Tina to a match right here next week! Can you believe that? CABOOSE Taylor's a fighter! He's a real man's man, and if Tina's got the guts to accept, he's gonna show her next week. COLE We'll see. Fans, Chris Stevens is next! (Go to break) (Return from break) COLE We're all set for our next match! CABOOSE Are we sure we can legally have a dead man competing in the ring? COACH He's no more dead than your career! COLE Yow! CABOOSE Low, Coachman. Low. CUE: "Take to Flight" A cheer sounds through the arena as Phoenix steps onto the stage! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from El Paso, Texas, weighing in at 175 pounds,,,PHOENIX!! The masked man slaps the hands of the fans as he comes to the ring. Phoenix climbs up the steps, then bounds over the top rope into the squared circle as his music dies down. COACH That glowy thing was eerie, man. COLE Let it go. COACH I'm just saying. CUE: "Bound for the Floor" A resounding round of boos for Chris Stevens, as he steps onto the stage, dressed still in his black suitpants. Jumbo follows him out, looking with disdain at the crowd. BUFFER And his opponent, hailing from Rochester, Minnesota, weighing in at 221 pounds...CHHHRRR-ISSS STEEEEEEE-VENS!!!!! Stevens sneers at the fans as he walks down the aisle, playing with his long locks. Stevens steps into the ring, leaving Jumbo to stand on the outside as he shows off his new apparel to the booing fans. COACH IS he gonna wrestle in that? *ding ding ding* COLE Guess so. The ref waves the two combatants together, and they immediately grab each other in a collar and elbow tie-up. Phoenix quickly slides under Stevens' guard and slips into a rear waistlock, but Stevens pulls a standing switch. Stevens lifts the smaller man and drops him in an amateur-style takedown, driving him to the canvas. Stevens slips into a hammerlock, grounding Phoenix. CABOOSE Stevens is so beautifully smooth... COACH You're starting to sound like Cole. CABOOSE Hahaha, h0m0...hey wait!! COACH 0wn3d CABOOSE > Phoenix fights up to his knees, and quickly ducks under Stevens' arm and out of the hammerlock. Stevens turns to face Phoenix, who blasts him with a dropkick! The fans applaud as Stevens stumbles into the ropes, and Phoenix quickly springs to his feet, rushing to meet the Minnesota native with a deep arm drag! Stevens skids across the ring but manages to stop on hisa knees, and quickly find his footing. Phoenix is there, though, and pushes Stevens into the turnbuckle! Phoenix whips Stevens out of the buckle, but Stevens reverses, sending Phoenix cross-corner -- but Phoenix leaps, landing on the second buckle, and spring back with a corss body block! Phoenix catches Stevens across the chest, flooring him and quickly hooking a leg! ONE! TWO! NO! Kickout hy Stevens. COLE Phoenix is off to a hot start! COACH You sure do like hot men-- COLE Okay, enough. COACH Sorry. Stevens pushes the smaller man off of him, and Phoenix wastes no time running off the ropes, catching a rising Stevens in the temple with a low diving fropkick! The fans "ooh" at the impact of the sick move, which sends Stevens back down. Phoenix rolls Stevens over for another cover, but again, only gets a two count. Phoenix picks Stevens up, and whips him off the ropes, leapfrogging him as he comes off! Stevens runs off the other side, and Phoenix waits, jumping up and catching Stevens with a twisting headscissors! Stevens' momentum sends him spinning into a corner, where he takes a moment to catch his breath! Phoenix salutes the crowd, lifting his arms into the air, as Stevens looks at his opponent with contempt! Jumbo quickly races to Stevens side... COLE Maybe giving him some fashion pointers! COACH No kidding. Gray pants? Gray is SO the out color this year. CABOOSE YOU'RE out. Or you should be, closet case. COLE Guys, STOP! The referee waves Jumbo away from the corner, fearing any potential interference. Stevens uses the ropes to pull himself up...you know, that DDP-style thing...anyway, Stevens gets to his feet and walks to the center of the ring, waving Phoenix on...which proves to be unwise, as Phoenix charges, sliding under Chris' legs before Stevens knows what's going on. Phoenix pops up and quickly rolls Stevens up with a crucifix pin! ONE! TWO! THR-NO!!! COLE Nice manuveur! Phoenix beats Stevens to his feet and charges again, but Stevens turns in time and catches Phoenix with a drop toe hold! Phoenix holds his face in pain, and Stevens gets back to his feet, and STOMPS Phoenix in the back of the neck! The fans boo as Stevens lays in some vicious boots, before posing to the crowd. CABOOSE He looks good. COACH That's what you say about all the me-- COLE DAMMIT, guys! We could have gay viewers!! COACH Haha, FAGS!! COLE Oh my lord. Stevens, looking angry, picks Phoenix up and whips the smaller man into the ropes. Phoenix comes off the far side, and Stevens is able to catch him with a high back body drop -- but Phoenix lands on his feet! Stevens quickly whirls around -- right into a spinning wheel kick!! Stevens goes down, and Phoenix covers and gets a LONG two count! CABOOSE Yikes! Come on, Chris, do something! The fans are cheering as Phoenix gets up and waves Stevens on! Stevens gets to his feet, and Phonix fires a right hand, sending Stevens bouncing back! Phoenix whips Stevens off the ropes again, and catches him off the other side in the wheelbarrow position, bouncing it up into a bulldog!! Stevens kicks his feet in pain, clutchiung his nose as Phoenix rolls him over for the cover! ONE!! TWO!! THREE NO!!! Phoenix gets up and screams out to the crowd, getting them to their feet! Phoenix heads to the top rope as Stevens staggers up! COLE Phoenix is gonna go for it all here! Phoenix measures the distance...then looks to his right, as Jumbo stalks over to him! COLE Now come on!! The fans boo as Jumbo yells up at Phoenix...distracting him long enough for Stevens to jostle the ropes, causing Phoenix to fall! Phoenix lands uncomfortably on the ropes, and Stevens climbs up with him! Stevens grabs Phoenix and hooks him, lifts him, and DROPS him with a second-rope superplex! COACH Ouch! Dayum! CABOOSE See, now, that's good for Stevens' image, see... COLE Don't even try to justify it. CABOOSE Check. Stevens kips up, and quickly runs to the corner! Stevens scales the ropes, sizes the distance, and jumps...FROGGY SPLASH CONNECTS!! COACH Just like that?! Stevens hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! *ding ding ding ding ding* COLE I guess so! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout...CHRIS STEEEEE-VENS!! Stevens smiles as the ref raises his hand, then high-fives Jumbo as the large man enters the ring! Stevens steps out of the ring and Jumbo...stays in? COLE Wait, what the hell? Phoenix gets slowly to his feet, and Jumbo picks him up, grabbing him by the throat!! COLE Now wait a minute! The match is over! Jumbo lifts Phoenix up, and CHOKESLAMS him down! Phoenix bounces off the mat after a sick thud from the impact! COACH At least he didn't DIE this time... CABOOSE Too true. COLE Well, in any event, Stevens showed how quickly he can win a match tonight, and this Jumbo made his presence felt as well! Jumbo leaves the ring and walks back up the ramp with a smiling Chris Stevens as we... (Go to break) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted December 10, 2004 (Return from break) We cut back to Michael Cole standing in the ring, microphone in hand. COLE Ladies and Gentlemen, making his return to HeldDown, would you please welcome the former OAOAST Twenty-Four Seven Champion… Gunner Sharps! The familiar opening riff of ‘Debonaire’ by Dope hits and the sizeable crowd shows their appreciation fro the returning big man as he steps through the curtain. Gunner has his new T-Shirt on (Front: ‘GS’ logo, Back: M***** F****** IMPACT SPEAR) and one in hand that he throws out to the crowd. Gunner looks happy, but it is evident that there is something weighing heavily on his mind. He slides into the ring, and shakes Michael Cole’s hand. ‘Debonaire’ dies down, and Cole begins to speak. COLE First of all Gunner, welcome back to HeldDown, could you tell us all what you have been doing for the past four weeks? GUNNER Thanks Cole. Well, considering the success of my last tour of Japan where I pinned Bob Sapp in the Tokyo Dome, NOAH decided that they wanted to have me do a few dates over there, as well as the OAOAST’s partner promotion, HI-YAH. I was a participant in the Super Heavyweight Champion Tournament, which was a lot of fun. I also started training the guys in the OAOAST’s newest facility, the training camp, Future Angles. I’ve been training guys along with Peter Knight and a few other special guests. The trainees are coming along very well, and in 2005 I am pleased to announce that the OAOAST will run its very first Rookies Competition, with the winner obtaining an OAOAST contract. COLE That’s great news, but now that you’re back, what are your plans? GUNNER Well, there are a certain group of individuals that deserve an ass whipping, and one of those individuals has my belt. Aussies With Out Limits had better know that I’m coming. Cameron, I’ve got a rematch clause in my contract, and I’ll be dammed if I’m going to let you get away with stealing something from me. You guys beat me down, you got into my business, and karma is a bitch. CROWD GUN-NER! GUN-NER! COLE Well, having heard the new AWOL group before, they seem to think that they have the numbers advantage – four to one isn’t great odds for you Gunner. GUNNER Well, tell them to try it, I’ve got an ace up my sleeve. Until I evoke my rematch clause you’d better watch out AWOL, because one by one, I’m taking you out! VOICE Stop! Stop right there! COLE What is this? Suddenly, Kevin Jason Aussie comes through the entrance curtain, microphone in hand. He is followed by his tag team partner and half brother Saxon Aussie, and the 24-7 Champion, Cameron S. Aussie. KEVIN JASON You really think we are going to stand by while you taunt us like that? The numbers are against you Gunner; you don’t want to play this game. Remember Gunner, the Twenty-Four Seven Championship must be defended under no holds barred rules, you can’t, you won’t beat Cameron. Hell, you’ll struggle to get your hands on him. You know it, I know it, and all these wankers know it. You haven’t got a show against us. Isn’t that right Jarvo? Gunner looks puzzled as Jarvo isn’t on the entrance ramp with his cousins. Gunner turns around… … And Jarvo takes him out with a VICIOUS CLOTHESLINE! COLE My god! Jarvo out of nowhere! Gunner gets up quickly, and Jarvo starts laying in the hard right hands! Jarvo drives Gunner back into the corner, and drives his shoulder into his midsection! COACH Jarvo is picking apart Gunner Sharps! CABOOSE He jumped Gunner from behind dammit! This isn’t right! Jarvo backs up to the opposite corner and charges at Gunner, rocking him with a clothesline in the corner, followed by a bulldog! COLE He calls that move the Western Bulldog! Jarvo looks at the fallen Gunner Sharps and laughs, inviting his cousins into the ring. Cameron stays back on the ramp to survey the action. Jarvo rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair, while the FBA force Gunner to his feet. Kevin Jason puts Gunner in a standing headscissors, and Saxon signals for a spike Piledriver! Saxon goes up to the top rope, Kevin tries to lift Gunner up, but Gunner is too heavy, and he BAAAAAAAACK BODY DROPS Kevin Jason Aussie! COLE Gunner is fighting back here! Saxon flies off of the top rope to try and hit Gunner with a top rope hurricanrana, but Gunner catches him in mid air and plants him with a SICK Powerbomb! COLE Oh my! Saxon just got PLANTED! CABOOSE Yes! Gunner is showing his power, his absolute dominance! Gunner turns around, and sees Jarvo with the steel chair! Jarvo and Gunner both charge, Jarvo swings the chair above his head… … but gets a MOTHER FUCKING IMPACT SPEAR! COACH What a spear! He just speared the three hundred pounder out of his boots there! CUE: ‘Debonaire’ by Dope Gunner gets up and immediately looks at Cameron S. Aussie, who is now beside himself with fear over Gunner’s relative dismantling of his three stable mates! COLE Gunner just took out three men in a matter of seconds! He’s an animal tonight! CABOOSE He’s hell bent on revenge guys, he’ll do anything to take out AWOL! COLE And now folks, I think we’re going to send it to….. *BZZT~!* The view from Sofa Central is suddenly cut off and replaced with a spectacular view of the shore side. The sun slowly begins to set over the horizon of the ocean as seagulls silently flap their wings in the air. The camera slowly moves over the lily-white specks of sand on the beach, each grain glittering like an exquisite diamond. Finally, the view focuses upon someone sitting in a plush beach chair, a tropical drink resting in his right hand. Sitting next to him on a short plywood is the OAOAST Heavyweight Championship. Yep. Sure enough, it’s Drek Stone! DREK How are all you folks doing tonight? Sorry I wasn’t able to make it to the arena tonight, but it truly is for the best. I mean, I thought about it long and hard. I could either have come out here tonight, bragged about how great I was, and listened to every one of you humiliate yourself by chanting that I suck, despite the fact that this championship says the absolute contrary. Or I could have instead chosen to take the night off - something I rightfully deserve, might I add. Drek leans over and takes a long sip out of the drink in his hand. DREK So yes, I apologize. As the Heavyyweight Champion, I should be there tonight to tell you how amazing I am and prove it just like I have every single night I’ve been in this federation. But when the glittering beaches of Miami are calling you, you just can’t say no. So here’s what I’m going to do for everybody. Next week -- get this -- Drek Stone will be reappearing once again on HeldDown! “BOOOOOOOOOOOO!” the fans scream in the arena, despite the fact that Drek obviously can’t hear them. DREK Hold your applause, everybody. It gets better. Next week, Drek Stone may even step down into the ring and cut a promo for all his adoring fans. You all would like that, wouldn’t you? As the fans in the arena jeer once again, Drek pulls the Heavyweight Title off of the table and lays it on top of his waist. DREK Finally, my big announcement. Next week, I will announce my HAND-PICKED opponent for Climax. Yes, I will be making my first Pay-Per-View title defense later this month, and let me tell you, it is going to be impressive. Who might I face? Conquistador #1? Pheonix? Spanish Fly? You’re just going to have to wait until next week to find out. Rest assured, it will be someone that not only could be a seious threat to my Championship, but someone that truly deserves it as well. Drek looks down at his title and begins to shine it with the towel laying across the back of his neck. After making sure the championship is glossy enough to please him, Drek looks into the camera once more. DREK So that’s where we stand. I just thought I’d clue everyone in on my whereabouts this week, so nobody would get too worried and send out a search party after me. That could have been a disaster. Anyway, folks, enjoy the rest of your night. I know I will. This is YOUR Heavyweight Champion signing off. As Drek lays back in his chair to relax, the camera in the building slowly zooms out to find that the entire promo was being watched on a televison. A hand reaches over, shuts off the TV screen, then moves out of the view. Now, the camera begins to shift towards the side, over a desk, towards a brown swivel chair -- which is where BILL WATTS is currently sitting! The fans give out a rather surprisingly loud pop as Watts folds his hands together and places them on top of the desk. WATTS Ladies and gentlemen, let me apologize in advance for Drek Stone not being able to make it to the arena tonight. Might I add that I am just as shocked as all of you. This certainly doesn’t look to me to be the “dire family emergency” Mr. Stone said he had to attend. Well, either way, let me make a short announcement. Drek, there will be no need for you to come out here next week and announce your opponent for the Pay-Per-View. I wouldn’t want to put you through such a hard decision. So I decided, in my utmost wisdom, that instead -- I would assign you to the Championship match at Climax! “YEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” CABOOSE What?! That’s not fair! WATTS After reviewing the tapes last week, I came to a conclusion. Crystal certainly had a point about the title shot she deserved. She did hold the championship not too long ago, and she was the final one in the Elimination Chamber. However, to be fair, Sly also had a point. Sure enough, he never did get his title shot in September due to preexisting contracts, and it truly is time that he gets another chance at the Heavyweight Championship. Now, I realize Sly and Crystal want to face each other -- and that’s all well and good. But furthermore, they both also deserve to get a title shot as well. So, here is what I have planned for the Pay-Per-View. At Climax, we will be seeing Drek Stone defend the OAOAST Heavyweight Championship in a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH against Crystal AND against Sly Sommers! The crowd lets out a huge roar as Watts smiles at their reaction. WATTS And now this way, we could settle several problems in one shot. Drek, I await your reaction next week. I’m sure you’ll be looking forward to this match about as much as we all are, if not more. Thank you for your time, ladies and gentlemen, and enjoy the rest of the show. The camera slowly focuses away from a grinning Bill Watts until it finally cuts away to Sofa Central. COLE WOW! Talk about an excellent Main Event set up for Climax! CABOOSE Excellent? This is terrible! Drek shouldn’t have to defend against both superstars at the same time! What kind of nonsense is that?! COLE Nonsense? Like Mr. Watts said, this solves a bunch of problems that have been raised in recent weeks about deserving contenders AS WELL AS possibly soving the issue between Sly Sommers and Crystal. CABOOSE Oh, it’s wonderful, Cole. But let me ask you this. How many Triple Threat matches did Watts make Crystal fight when she was the Champion? Let me help you with this. None! But less than TWO WEEKS after Drek Stone has won the Heavyweight Title, he’s already being forced to defend his championship against two superstars at the same time. Ugh, I am just sick and tired of the unfair treatment shown to the actual GOOD wrestlers in this federation. COLE Either way, it should be an amazing title match nonetheless. Folks, we’ll be right back after a commercial break. COACH …..am I the only one that wanted to see Drek Stone vs. Spanish Fly? CABOOSE Yes. NEXT! (Go to break) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted December 10, 2004 BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Prior to the doubt, OAOAST Chairman "Cowboy" Bill Watts has BANNED Holly-Wood from ringside. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by their Director of Wrestling Operations, Jim Cornette...hailing from Sin City, weighing 448 pounds, Jim Cornette Enterprises in association of Arista Records presents the Greatest Rock 'n' Wrestling Band of All Time...Synth and Logan, THE SAAAAAINTS! COACH That's a mouthful. Heh. COLE Mouthful or not, Jim Cornette has made an immediate impact on The Saints. Now serving as their Director of Wrestling Operations, Cornette has basically given Synth's and Logan's wrestling career a new lease on life. The Saints debuted to much fanfare but once they suffered that crushing defeat at School's Out, losing to the Global Party XChange, they never got back on track until now. CABOOSE Just look at them. The Saints have a beat to their step, they know Jim Cornette equals success. It's not coincidence. It's Cornette. But I have a big problem with "Cowboy" Bill banning Holly-Wood. What harm could a pretty face like that do? COACH Don'tcha remember when she used her knife on-- CABOOSE She was in that time of the month. COLE I wonder what the New New Midnight Express think about their manager working closely with another team. Judging from the video we saw last week-- CABOOSE There you go trying to start up trouble, Cole. Simon and Ned are big boys. They know if it wasn't for Jim Cornette they'd still be working indy shows for $10 bucks a pop. COLE The New New Midnight Express were scheduled to face the new -- that's right, NEW -- OAOAST World tag team champions, Zack Malibu and T-Bod at Climax, but the Chairman of the Board stripped them of their title shot because of the way they defeated Hell's Hitmen at Thanksgiving Star Wars. So you're telling me the NNMX aren't upset Cornette is spending more time trying to groom The Saints for a tag team title run while not bothering to fight the Board of Directors for the NNMX's title match being revoked? Gimme a break. BUFFER And their opponents. From the Depths of Hell, weighing 687 pounds, HELL'S HITMEN! * DING DING DING DING * The bell has sounded, and we're ready for action. After receiving a few last minute words from his Director of Wrestling Operations, James E. Cornette, Synth arrogantly jogs around JINGUS, bobbling his head from side to side. Synth connects with a left jab. No effect. JINGUS just stares at Synth. The Synthmeister smirks at The Devilman, then places his index finger on his jaw. "Go ahead. Hit me with your best shot," he sings. With Logan adding "DUN, DUN, DUN-DUN!" COLE Considering how scared The Saints were when they found out about they'd be facing Hell's Hitmen this week, either they've developed quite a sense of manhood within the past week or they have something up their sleeve. And I believe it's the latter of the two. CABOOSE Everything's fishy to you, Cole. Perhaps you've forgotten that The Saints have had a week to prepare for this match. JINGUS cocks his hand, and nails Synth square in the jaw with the damnest haymaker you'd ever see. The Synthmeister falls back into his corner, quickly tagging in his partner Logan "Cowabunga" Mann. Logan charges JINGUS, who catches the running Mann with a POWERSLAM, followed by a LEGDROP that would put Hulk Hogan to shame. 1... 2... Logan BARELY gets his SHOULDER UP. JINGUS scoopes Logan up, slamming him hard on the mat. The Devilman climbs to the top, the closest he'll ever get to the Heavens. FROG SPLASH! 1... 2... SYNTH BREAKS UP THE PIN. Hell's Hitmen make a tag. Exit JINGUS, enter The Sadist. Logan's whipped into the ropes. The Sadist lifts him over his back with ease, falling back down on him. SOMOAN DROP. Not bothering with a pin attempt, The Sadist tucks Logan's head between his thighs, slashing his thumb across his throat. He lifts him up for the RUNNING AWESOME BOMB, but Synth sneak in and pulls Logan off the right shoulderblade of The Sadist. Kick, double front-facelock, PERCUSSION (Double DDT)! Synth slingshots back to the apron as Logan makes the cover. 1... 2... JINGUS enters the ring, but referee Earl Hebner breaks away from the count to warn JINGUS about coming in when he's not the legal man. JINGUS did his job -- he managed to break up the pinfall, saving his partner...for now. Logan tags Synth back in. The Saints work over Sadist in the corner before whipping him to the ropes. DOUBLE HIPTOSS. Synth hits the ropes and is BACK BODYDROPPED by his own partner onto the chest of The Sadist. Cover made. 1... 2... KICKOUT! The Saints with another tag. Mann heads to the top while Synth stays in the ring. Synth places one hand under Logan's thigh, the other on his chest, launching him off the top right down on The Sadist. THE ROCKET LAUNCHER! COLE They used the New New Midnight Express' own move! CABOOSE They sampled somebody elses work. It's done all the time in the music business. 1... 2... KICKOUT! And not just any kickout. The Sadist tossed Logan over the head of Earl Hebner! The Sadist sits-up. Cornette tells Synth to go after The Sadist. As The Sadist nears his corner, he feels Synth coming up behind him, so he turns around and hammers Synth with a BIG BOOT! TAG MADE. JINGUS comes in a house afire. Hitting everything that moves, including THE SADIST! Logan tries to hide behind Earl Hebner but JINGUS picks Earl up, moving him out of the way. Mann tries to surprise The Devilman with a right hand but it's blocked. JINGUS places Mann across his shoulderblades, in a Torture Rack position. BURNING HAMMER (Reverse DVD)! BOO! COLE Come on! CABOOSE Reinforcements have arrived. The New New Midnight Express hit the ring, jumping on the ring apron to distract the referee. The Sadist sneaks up behind them, swiping their feet away, sending Simon and Ned crashing facefirst into the apron. The Sadist is singlehandly kicking the New New Midnight Express' asses. Synth clubbers JINGUS in the back with a forearm, which doesn't even faze the big man. Synth hits the ropes, ducks a clothesline attempt, and nails JINGUS with a SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT -- No! JINGUS caught him in midair. JUMPING TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! CABOOSE Oh no! Synth's 'fro has been crushed. 1... 2... CORNETTE PULLS HEBNER OUT OF THE RING! Hebner's pissed. Cornette tries to calm him down, saying he accidently pulled him out of the ring, but Earl isn't buying any of it. He EJECTS Cornette from ringside. The two men continue to argue, while inside the ring "Sarcastic" Simon CLOTHESLINES JINGUS over Logan, who was on all fours. DOUBLE GOOZLO. Hebner slides back into the ring. Logan has a handful of tights, but will it be enough to keep The Devilman down? 1... 2... 3! * DING DING DING DING * BUFFER Here are your winners, THE SAINTS! JINGUS immediately pops back up, and hammers Hebner with a big right hand. JINGUS grabs Logan by his hair as he tried to escape the ring. CLAWSLAM coming up! Jim Cornette slides into the ring with a LIGHTER in his hand. He taps JINGUS on his shoulder. FIREBALL! JINGUS falls to the canvas, rolling around the ring with his hands over his face. But the party's just started. As The Sadist enters the ring, he's tackled to the ground by The Saints. The New New Midnight Express join the party -- and they brought HANDCUFFS and STEEL CHAIRS. They cuff The Sadist to the bottom rope while The Saints hold his legs. Cornette swipes his TENNIS RACKET at the EMTs and OAOAST officials trying to attend to JINGUS. "Sarcastic" Simon off the top with a FLYING KNEEDROP to the gut of The Sadist. "Narcissistic" Ned batters JINGUS with chairshots to the head and body. Synth exits the ring to grab the RINGBELL from the timekeepers table. He hands the bell to Cornette who gives it to Simon. * DING * The Sadist was clobbered right between the eyes with the bell. J.C.E. (Jim Cornette Enterprises -- NNMX & Saints) stick The Sadist's head over the apron. Simon carefully holds the bell across the face of The Sadist. Ned takes a steel chair and... * DING DING DING DING DING DING DING * The Sadist is now BLEEDY PROFUSELY. Finally officials are able to make J.C.E. to leave the ring, allowing EMTs to attend to both members of Hell's Hitmen as The Saints, New New Midnight Express and Jim Cornette celebrate from the stage. COLE The NNMX have sent a clear message to Hell's Hitmen. And what a message it was. Fans, if I can take time out to share a warm personal memory of the late Anglesau.... A totally dark fuzzy screen shows up with The Mad Cappa being backlit. It looks like a homemade low quality video. Cappa: "Oh Leeeon! Cappa here! What was that? What was what? Somebody scared? Oh gee wiz! MWAHAHAHAHA! I heard what you said on Thanksgiving Star Wars and last week's HeldDown! You gave your time to be with family on Thanksgiving! Well, tough *bleep*! Got a broken nose? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You deserved it. And you said all I had to do was ask. You see here! I don't need to ask! I know it. You know it. The people know it! It's the company! (scarily) MWAHAHA! You, like everybody else, is afraid of me succeding! You all think I've gone nuts. Reality says that you guys made it seem like that! Let's look at you Leon! How am I supposed to take a guy who calls himself 'Silky Smooth' seriously?! Maybe it's time for a reality check for everyone. Sooner or later, I WILL get that title belt that is around your waist. Sooner or later, I will get a shot at the World title. Sooner or later, everybody will beg me for forgiveness! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Remember Leon, the next time we meet, for the beating and title yanking yet to come, just don't ask! Just accept it! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" While laughing, he takes out an old OAOAST magazine and a lighter. He puffs a cigarette and proceeds to burn it. HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH (murmuring) "Don't ask. Just accept it!" (Go to break) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted December 10, 2004 (Return from break) *We cut to a shot of Axel at the OAOAST training facility, standing in front of one of the training rings. He has a visible scar on his forehead* AXEL Ragdoll, you and I, we were friends for a long time. We traveled together, we tagged together sometimes, and we always, ALWAYS, won those matches. We were a formidable team, but we could have been unstoppable. Instead, you decided to let your ego run wild, and attack me. Last week, you attacked me from behind again. I’ll admit, it was a good strategy, because you know damn well that if you get face to face with me, I’ll kick your ass. Your shot to the back of my head sent me into the table in front of me, head first. I needed eight stitches in my forehead, not a great number, but enough to piss me off Ragdoll. But there will be no cheap sneak attacks at Climax, will their Austin? Oh no, we will be face to face, man to man, just to finally see who is better. I am going to end your career at Climax Ragdoll, and how appropriate that it be in your home town, how very appropriate. Axel steps up onto the ring apron, and begins to speak again. AXEL But I bet you’re wondering to yourself; “Why did Axel say that if I beat him, he would be happy?” Well Austin, the fact of the matter is, as much as I love this business, as much as it consumes every single part of me, it runs my life. It takes me away from my home, my family, my friends, and my whole country. This ring is my life. This is the only thing that keeps me going. Performing in front off a crowd, hurting people, and getting my hand raised, that’s what it’s all about Ragdoll. You know it, and I know it. But as much as I love this business, as much as I love performing, it is also the biggest burden on my life. Injuries, backstage shit going on every single fucking week, sometimes I can’t stand it. I can’t stand what I love. I was going to retire earlier this year, but I couldn’t. I can’t leave this business, unless someone forces me to. That person is you Ragdoll. You beat me, I’m out. I can go to College; I can live my life back home where I belong. I can live a normal life. Axel sits on the ring apron, looking straight at the camera. AXEL So Austin, that makes me a man with nothing to lose, and everything to gain. And you know what they say; a man is at his most dangerous when he has nothing to lose. See you in Vegas. (Fade out) COLE Strap yourselves in. Take the phone off the hook. Get the beers ready. And batton down the hatches because coming up next, it's tonight's HUGE main event. The X-Division Championship to be defended inside of a fifteen foot high steel cage...not for the first time. And if previous matches are anything to go by, this should be something special. CABOOSE Oh, no doubt. Tonight, the title is in real jeopardy. COLE The Mad Cappa and Leon Rodez did battle with No Disqualifications at Thanksgiving Star Wars...with Rodez retaining the X-Division Title and in the process, gaining a broken nose. Now, for the rematch, a Steel Cage has been added to the equation. CABOOSE And if Cappa can break Rodez's nose in a No DQ match, imagine what damage he can do inside of a structure like a steel cage! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time...for our MAIN EVENT...of the evening. A rematch from Thanksgiving Star Wars, this will be a STEEL CAGE Match for the OAOAST X-Division Championship! Victory can be attained in one of three ways. By pinfall. By submissions. Or, by escaping the fifteen foot cage either THROUGH the door, or OVER the top! Tonight, two men will enter a steel hell. And only one can leave...as champion. ARE YOU READY!?! "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" BUFFER Miami Florida...ARE! YOU! RRRRRREEEEEEEAAAAADY!?!?! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" BUFFER Then...for the thousands in attendance. And the millions watching at home. Ladies and gentlemen... UUUUUHHHLET'SGETRRRRREEEAAADYTOOOORRRRRRRUUUUMMMBLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! *GONG!* "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" "GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN!" Bounding through the curtains comes Leon Rodez, X-Division Championship belt wrapped around his waist...and once again, wearing a rather ugly looking white noseguard. Rodez stops, saluting the crowd as he begins to walk down the aisle. The fans down the side of the aisleway have their hands outstretched, ready for Rodez to slap on the way down. BUFFER Introducing first. Hailing from Grand Rapids, Michigan. He weighs in tonight at two hundred and eight pounds. Tonight, he fights not only to defend his title...but to defend his pride and his honour, against the man who broke his nose. He is the REIGNING...and DEFENDING...One And Only AngleSault Thread X-Division Champion of the WOOOORRRLLLDDD!! "SILKY SMOOTH" LLLLLEEEOOON RRROOOOOODDEEEEEZZZ!!! Rolling into the ring, Rodez pauses in the centre of the ring and looks up to the heavens, at the steel cage hovering ominously above him. Rodez breathes a deep sigh before turning, posing for the crowd again. Apparantely, ladies are turned on by facial protection as he still gets a lot of screams and wolf whistles from the females in the audience. But they stop abruptly, as "Breathe" by Fabolous begins to play through the P.A...and boos greet it. COLE Some new music for Cappa, to go with his new attitude. CABOOSE I like it. The attitude and the music. Cappa emerges through the curtains and glares down the aisleway, hearing the boos of the fans and sneering...before pulling a baseball bat from behind his back. Still sneering, Cappa then begins to stroll down the rampway, jawjacking with the fans on the way down. BUFFER And the opponent. The challenger tonight...he hails from the suburbs of Northern Virginia. Weighing one hundred and eighty three pounds. He says that tonight is his chance to finally gain the championship belt that he deserves, while proving to the world that he is still a force to be reckoned with. Ladies and gentlemen...this is THE MAD...CAAAAAAAAPPPAAAAA!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOO!" The crowd jeer their former hero as he saunters towards the ring, seemingly in little hurry as he begins to toss the bat casually from hand to hand, eyes locked on Rodez. Rodez's eyes are piercing right back. Removing his cap, Cappa steps onto the apron and tosses it away as slowly, the cage is beginning to lower into position. As it does, the music of Cappa is replaced by "the ominous cage lowering music" as the lights dim, strobes flash upon the cage and the ringcrew get ready to secure it in place. In the meantime, Cappa and Rodez are both in the ring and being held apart by the referee. Cappa's baseball bat sits underneath the bottom turnbuckle now, unbeknownest to Rodez or the referee it seems...although, there are no DQs obviously. The cage is now around the ring, being further secured into place by the workhorses of the OAOAST while Cappa and Rodez continue to stare each other down. Until finally, the cage is suitably set-up and the ringcrew stroll off. *DING DING DING!* And the bell is rung. The crowd instantly begin buzzing as the referee backs off to a safe distance, leaving Rodez and Cappa standing toe to toe in the centre of the ring, staring each other down, neither man moving back a step. Cappa starts to talk trash in mid staredown, pointing a finger in the face in the face of the champion...which gets slapped away! COLE You can feel the intensity here! You can feel the tension! You can feel... CABOOSE You creaming your pants. Shut up and watch the match Cole, would ya? Unhappy, Cappa again points the finger at Rodez and again gets it slapped away. Rodez begins returning the verbal abuse to Cappa and now both men are exchanging heated words. Finally, Cappa has had enough and shoves Rodez in the chest, taking him back a step before again pointing a finger towards Rodez. Rodez suddenly steps forward though, kicking Cappa's hand away...and then swinging his leg back with a heel kick! Away staggers Cappa with Rodez following right in after him, nailing him with right hands and left hands, backing Cappa into the corner. Cappa tries to cover up, as Rodez continues the onslaught in the corner. Some kicks are now added to the equation and Cappa is trapped in the corner, until Rodez finally backs off. Cappa staggers out, getting grabbed instantly by Rodez... *SLAP!* "WHOOOO!" ...and chopped! *SLAP!* "WHOOOO!" ...another... ...but Cappa ducks a third, catching Rodez as he turns back around with a boot and a whip. Hitting the ropes, Rodez comes back and knocks Cappa down with a shoulder block, rushing the adjacent ropes. Cappa rolls, Rodez hurdling him and running on. As he comes back, Rodez hits another shoulder block before again going into the side ropes. Again Cappa drops down, again Rodez hurdles. This time though, Cappa stays on the mat and scurries over. Rodez again hurdles Cappa as Cappa rolls again. Seeing Cappa down, Rodez leaps into the air with a back senton in mind. Cappa rolls out of the way though, leaping to his feet and running to the ropes. Now it's Rodez who makes a roadblock of himself, with Cappa leaping over him to continue his run. Rodez kips up acrobatically in time to catch Cappa coming back, waffling him with a forearm! Down goes Cappa, while Rodez hits the ropes. Cappa is up, allowing Rodez to bump into him with shoulder, LUCHA style~!, rocking Cappa into the ropes while he hits the opposite ropes again. But Cappa regains his bearing too and runs at Rodez, who sees him coming and leapfrogs. Both men run on to the opposite side, with Cappa attempting the leapfrog this time. Rodez catches him in mid-air though in powerbomb position, only for Cappa to quickly tumble backwards with a hurricanrana. Rodez manages to avoid hitting his head though, rolling through into a sunset flip... ONE! TWO! NO! Both men roll to their feet...and for the first time in some time stop, bringing the crowd to their feet in rapturous applause! Rodez seems to embrace the applause, while Cappa is pissed that his opponent is matching him on every move and curses himself. COLE WOW! COACH Well, that's one way to start a cage match I guess. COLE What an exchange there! Angrily Cappa storms forward...AND SLAPS RODEZ! The crowd "OOOH!" as Rodez holds his cheek, shaking off the effects of the shot moments later as Cappa is once more badmouthing the champion. But the champion doesn't seem to appreciate it, turning around and nailing Cappa in the jaw with a stiff forearm. Now Cappa is holding his cheek...as Rodez follows up with another forearm! A third! Fourth! Fifth! Cappa is under siege! Cappa goes to the eyes though, stopping Rodez in his tracks. And with Rodez momentarily blinded, Cappa nails a dropkick. "BOOOOOOOOOO!" The fans don't seem impressed as Cappa strolls over to where Rodez lays, pulling him up. Rodez lands a punch to the gut. Cappa lands a knee to the face though, before hooking Rodez for a suplex. Floating over behind Cappa, Rodez locks on a side headlock. Instantly he gets pushed off, coming back with yet another shoulder block. Cappa rolls through upon hitting the mat, back to his feet with a side headlock of his own. Rodez pushes Cappa off, waiting for him to come back before hiptossing him over... ...but before he can hook the legs for a Scoop Loop, Cappa twists through, lands on his feet and manages to sneak behind Rodez with a waistlock on. Reaching through the legs, Rodez grabs one of Cappa's legs and pulls it from under him, but Cappa hangs onto the waistlock and pulls Rodez down, stacking him on his shoulder for a pin! ONE! T... Pushing Cappa off, Rodez rolls to his feet. Cappa bounces off the ropes, with Rodez waiting with a beautiful standing dropkick, making a quick cover. ONE! TW... Kickout by Cappa. COLE As yet, the cage hasn't come into play, which is surprising considering the personal nature of this match. CABOOSE Well, a lot of this stems from pride though. I'm sure Cappa would be happy to beat Rodez without using the steel cage, just to prove a point. Both men are back up, with Rodez nailing a right hand. Cappa retaliates. But Rodez throws one right back. Only for Cappa to fire straight back... *SLAP!* "WHOOOO!" ...and catches Rodez unawares with a knifedge chop. Grimacing, Rodez clutches his chest as Cappa lands a boot to the gut before grabbing Rodez behind the head, attempting to send him into the cage. Rodez blocks with a backhand to the gut though, quickly hooking an arm around Cappa's head and spiking him with a DDT! Cappa bounces off the canvas, feet hung on the ropes which prevents a pin attempt from Rodez being counted. "RODEZ! RODEZ! RODEZ!" The crowd chant for the X-Division Champion as he stands back up, laying a couple of boots on Cappa. Bending down, Rodez looks to pull Cappa up. Cappa is dazed and reaches groggily up, grabbing at whatever he can get...which just happens to be Rodez's faceguard, turning it around so it sits on the side of Rodez's head rather than the front! COLE Oh...wait a second. Rodez has a broken nose, he needs to get that noseguard straightened up. Frantically Rodez tries to do just that, giving Cappa time to get back up and catch Rodez with a mule kick in the gut. It seems the faceguard is back in place now, as Cappa takes Rodez and looks to throw him into the cage again. This time, Rodez gets a foot up to block. And again. Rodez then back elbows Cappa off, pulling his foot back through the ropes before charging at Cappa, who manages to hook Rodez with a clothesline! As Rodez remains down, Cappa runs to the ropes, springing off the middle rope and flipping back looking for a lionsault... ...which Rodez rolls away from... ...only for Cappa to land on his feet. Rodez looks a little lost for a moment, turning around to see Cappa charging at him. Rodez sidesteps and Cappa bounces off the ropes, flying back with a crossbody. Rodez shows impressive strength with a catch though, with Cappa in his arms. Turning around, Rodez looks for some encouragement from the crowd and gets it, as he charges across the ring. CABOOSE Oh no... With the cage in his sights, Rodez keeps running. But Cappa somehow manages to kick his leg free from Rodez grasp and fall out of his arms, pulling the arms as he goes in some sort of psuedo-armdrag, that sends Rodez throat first across the middle rope. There he remains, as Cappa stumbles over, leaning all his body weight across Rodez's upper body in order to choke him on the ropes. A move which is perfectly legal, meaning the referee can do nothing to stop Cappa. As he chokes away, Cappa makes sure to hurl some abuse out at the fans, before finally breaking away. He pulls Rodez with him though, hooking him and connecting with a back suplex. COLE We've seen some nice, fundamental wrestling here in this one. CABOOSE Yeah, but these people didn't pay to see that. They paid to see someone get fucked up by this cage. COLE You may well be right. With Rodez down, Cappa pauses for a moment and checks that Rodez is still down...before walking across the ring, ordering the referee on the outside to open the door, which he does. No sooner does he do so though, Rodez suddenly pulls himself up, running up behind Cappa and grabbing him in a waistlock before Cappa can reach the door. Cappa looks understandably shocked as Rodez clings onto the waistlock. Frantically, Cappa looks for an escape. But can't find one, so instead goes to the trusty back elbow route...catching Rodez square in the face! "OOOOOOOOHHHH!" The crowd groan as they know exactly what that means, Rodez dropping to his knees in agony and clutching his broken nose. The faceguard obviously hadn't worked too well. Cappa is free and begins to walk back towards the door. But as he turns around he notices that Rodez is slowly crawling back over, hurting noticeably all the same. And Cappa smiles. Turning to the referee, Cappa tells him to literally "fuck the door", before going back after Rodez while the door is shut. Pulling up the champ, Cappa lines him up for a right hand...connecting square in the faceguard. But all the same, the punch does some damage. COLE Okay, this doesn't look good now. It may not have been wise for Leon Rodez to get into this match, in this condition. "LEON! LEON! LEON!" CABOOSE Oh, but he couldn't dissapoint his 'amazing' fans, could he? Cappa pulls Rodez to his feet and with the sick, wry smile still plastered on his face points across the ring to one side of the steel cage. The crowd begin booing wildly, which only makes Cappa's decision easier. He hooks Rodez around the head and charges, throwing Rodez forwards... *CHINK!* ...and face-first into the cage!!! CABOOSE And NOW, things are gonna get ugly! Back staggers Rodez, the faceguard doing some sort of good in saving Rodez's nose from some more serious damage, but can't absorb the blow from the cage. Cappa meanwhile brushes past Rodez, bouncing off the ropes and diving forwards to wipe out Rodez with a diving clothesline. Rodez is hurting now, as Cappa calmly leans into the ropes again, jogging back across the ring...and dropping a knee into the face of Rodez!!! COLE Oh no! COACH That's the move that broke Rodez's nose in the first place. Writhing on the mat in agony, it seems Rodez is in some SERIOUS trouble now. Cappa meanwhile backs off the ropes, almost walking back as he measures Rodez...for a second kneedrop, rolling through on impact and posing for the crowd. "BOOOOOOOOOOO!" Cappa smiles at the boos, as he pulls himself back up. Grabbing Rodez under the head, Cappa pulls the champion up into a seated position and measures him up again before booting him between the shoulder-blades. As Rodez's back spasms from that shot, Cappa nails another shot. Now, Cappa has things in control, as he pulls Rodez back up to his feet and nails a right hand. A second. And a third. But Cappa isn't happy and looks at Rodez in disgust, before reaching around the back of the head... ...AND PULLING OFF THE FACEGUARD! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COLE The referee needs to step in here! CABOOSE Why does he? It's no disqualifications... COLE Leon Rodez is in SERIOUS danger of suffering further injury. The referee must do something. CABOOSE I just told you, it's No DQs idiot! What is he going to do? Stop the match until Rodez gets the face mask back on? That wouldn't be fair. With Rodez broken nose now exposed, the fans can see the damage that has clearly been done to it...Rodez's eyes both looking particularly blackened, his nose slightly bloodied. Cappa is now like the shark that smells blood, knowing his 'prey' is hurt. Grabbing Rodez, Cappa again charges... *CHINK!* ...and AGAIN sends him into the steel cage face-first!!! "OOOOOOOHHHHH!" This time, there's no protection whatsoever and Rodez's face mashes into the steel, leaving him writhing in pain once more with his head hanging over the top rope. Cappa is relentless though, kneeing Rodez in the back and dumping him over the top. Rodez is now trapped between the cage and the ropes, nowhere to go as Cappa punches him in the kidneys. With his body facing the cage, Rodez desperately tries to back elbow Cappa, but Cappa avoids it and hangs Rodez's arms over the top...before kneeing him in the back, the ropes snapping him face-first into the cage again! COLE This is beginning to get uncomfortable to watch. CABOOSE Then, we'll do everyone a favour and turn your monitor off. And your mic while we're at it. Rodez bounces back, getting clubbed in the back by Cappa as he steps between the ropes and cage as well. Now both are in the cramped condition, as Cappa slams Rodez head-first into the cage one more time! The champ is on dream street as his nose is bleeding heavily, just as it did at Thanksgiving Star Wars. "RODEZ! RODEZ! RODEZ!" The crowd rally behind the champ who is in clear trouble, as Cappa begins to scale the cage, just to the side of Rodez. And despite being on dream street, Rodez reaches up and grabs a hold of Cappa's jeans' pocket...but gets a kick in the face to knock him away. Not far obviously, as the ropes bounce him right back and he grabs hold of Cappa's ankle this time COACH I don't get why Cappa's trying to escape here. He's got a better chance of pinning Rodez than he does escaping the cage at the moment. COLE And more danger of falling from here! With the champion still clinging onto his foot, Cappa is touching the top of the cage...but can go no further, much to his frustration. With his other leg, Cappa now starts to kick wildly in Rodez's direction, without ever connecting as he'd like. Rodez meanwhile sees an opportunity and with the ankle still held begins to climb up onto the ropes. Both men are now a good couple of feet off of the canvas as Rodez lets go of the ankle, slamming a punch into the kidneys of Cappa at the same time, followed by another. Cappa wobbles but hangs onto the cage for dear life, knowing what falling would mean. Rodez steps one foot onto the cage now, the other remaining on the top rope, as he reaches up and grabs Cappa's head...SMASHING it into the cage wall! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" The crowd cheer as Cappa wobbles once more...only for him to hang on and grab Rodez, to slam him into the cage. Rodez gets his hands up to block though, breaking Cappa off and punching him again. Another punch! A third! With little other choice, all Cappa can do now is try to climb over. But Rodez again grabs him to stop that and throws him forwards again...and again Cappa's head bounces off the cage... ...causing him to fall throat-first across the top rope! "YEEEEEE..." But THAT causes Rodez's balance to be lost and he falls, one leg either side of the top rope!!! "....OOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!" CABOOSE Woah! A bad break and a good break, for both guys. COLE And now, the first man to his feet has a decided advantage in this match. Having hit the ropes, Cappa bounces from rope to cage at least once...maybe twice, before now slumping wearily through the ropes and falling into the ring. Rodez meanwhile remains hung up on the top rope in a very unconfortable seated position. Cappa is fighting to pull himself up already, having taken the least of the punishment thus far in the battle, using the ropes to do so. Beside him, Rodez finally slumps off the rope and falls back into the ring. As he does, Cappa gives up on pulling himself up and allows him to fall forwards, on top of Rodez for the pin! ONE! TWO! SHOULDER UP! "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHH!" Wearily Cappa disputes the count, while using the ropes to get back up. Rodez is still down and holding his nether regions with one hand, his bloody nose with the other. Back up, Cappa slumps into the ropes and shakes off the cobwebs before dropping another knee to the... ...canvas! Rodez avoids the kneedrop! Cappa curses and gets back up, limping slightly already from his misjudged kneedrop, as Rodez pulls himself back up as well. Quickly Rodez locks on a front facelock and wheels Cappa around, ready to hit something. But before he can, Cappa capitalises with a double legsweep to take Rodez down. The challenger now has his back to the wall, so to speak, as pulls up Rodez's legs with the Walls Of Cappa in his mind! CABOOSE Yes! He's going for the Walls! COACH Uhm...I don't think so. And for once, Coach is right, as Cappa suddenly falls back and catapults Rodez... *CHINK!* ...FACE-FIRST INTO THE CAGE! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" ...and out bounces Rodez, into a roll-up from Cappa! ONE! TWO! NO! Cappa drags himself to his feet once more, angry now as he grabs Rodez and irish whips him across the ring towards the ropes. Rebounding, Rodez runs straight into a standing dropkick! And Cappa makes another pin attempt. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Now Cappa is clearly seething as he drags Rodez up once more, drilling him in the breadbasket with a deep knee. "RODEZ! RODEZ! RODEZ!" With Rodez doubled over, Cappa takes the opportunity to flip off the front row before throwing over Rodez's arm and setting him for a suplex. The X-Champion is too hurt to counter, allowing him to be lifted up by Cappa...and thrown gut-first across the top rope! Rodez bounces off the rope slightly as Cappa hits the opposite side, running back and landing a dropkick that sends the back of Rodez's head into the steel! But Cappa isn't done there as he hits the opposite set of ropes again and charges at Rodez once more, diving in... *CHINK!* ...but MISSING an avalanching, almost torpedoing himself head-first through the cage wall!!! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Cappa bounces off the cage and falls awkwardly over the top rope, almost landing on the top of his head as he crashes down between ropes and cage. Rodez meanwhile slumps through the ropes and, with Cappa down, begins to crawl towards the door! COLE Leon Rodez has seen his opportunity! He's looking to escape the cage! CABOOSE He's looking to take the cheap way out more like! C'MON CAPPA! The punishment Rodez has taken leaves him unable to crawl all that fast, despite the roar of the crowd encouraging him on. But it seems Cappa may be out so it may not matter. The door is now open and Rodez has it in his sights! "LET'S GO LEON!" *clap clap clapclapclap* On crawls Leon... "LET'S GO LEON!" *clap clap clapclapclap* ...on hands and knees... "LET'S GO LEON!" *clap clap clapclapclap* ...the door is little more than ten feet away... "LET'S GO LEON!" *clap clap clapclapclap* ...eight feet... ...but Cappa is up, sprinting across the ring with all the wits he has left about him and dropping an elbow into the spine of the champion!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Cappa is now bleeding profusely. And I mean profusely...his white t-shirt already stained from the blood which is dropping from his forehead in sickening drips. But the sight and taste of his own blood seems to be firing Cappa on as he mounts Rodez and starts to pound the crap out of him with crossface strikes! COLE Look at this intensity! Have we ever seen anything like this from The Mad Cappa before? CABOOSE Has Cappa ever been busted open that much before? Except of course by our almighty World Champion, Drek Stone. COACH What does he have to do with it? CABOOSE He's the champ! Standing up, the furious Cappa starts to scream at anyone who will listen that he has the match in his control, while Rodez is attending to his nose. Cappa turns back around and drags Rodez back up... *SLAP!* "WHOOOO!" ...and lashes him with another chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOO!" ...a second. *SLAP!* "WHOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOO!" ...before unloading with five super quick, super stiff chops that cause Rodez to slump to the canvas in a heap and the crowd to pick up once more...half applauding Cappa's STRONG STYLE~!, half booing him because he's an ass. CABOOSE Cappa is just plain pissed off now. COACH I would be too if Rodez messed up MY shirt with blood. With Rodez down, Cappa contemplates going for the door. But while he does, Rodez pulls himself back up. So Cappa runs off the ropes and charges at Rodez. The champion looks to be on rubbery legs as he stumbles and staggers around the ring, unable to move as Cappa charges at him and dives forward... ...but Rodez catches Cappa, stumbling backwards as he does so, but using that to his advantage... *CHINK!* ...and launching Cappa head-first into the cage again~! "YYEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" The sickening sound of flesh and steel in collission brings the blood-thirsty fans to their feet, as Cappa bounces back and crashes to the canvas with the ropes causing him to land awkwardly on his shoulder. Rodez has meanwhile crawled across to the opposite side of the ring and is currently climbing up the ropes and looking up at the top of the cage, with escape on his mind! COLE And now, the champion is looking to escape once more! Cappa, through the blood that covers his face, is looking across and can see Rodez. All he needs now is for his body to respond, as Rodez is slowly scaling the side of the cage! COACH He might just be out of sight guys! Pulling himself away from the ropes, Cappa is desperate as he begins to crawl towards Rodez... ...before realising the door is just feet away and changing his direction! "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The crowd are literally screaming at Rodez now as he has his hands on the top of the cage ready to pull himself up and over. But he hears the crowd, sees the pointing fingers and panicks as he turns around...to see Cappa within crawling distance of the open door! CABOOSE Cappa's gonna do it guys!!! COLE No, wait...Rodez has spotted him! Leaping off the cage as quickly as he possibly can, Rodez scrambles across the ring as quickly as he possibly can with clear knowledge that his belt is just seconds away from being taken away. Cappa has his blood soaked head through the door and is trying to pull the rest of his body with him... ...AS RODEZ DIVES AND GRABS AN ANKLE! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" The crowd cheer in as much relief as happiness as Cappa can't pull himself the rest of the way out, Rodez clinging on to the ankle while doing the same with Cappa's jeans. Cappa's X-Division Title dreams is just one last dive away and he knows it. Which is why it's so frustrating as Rodez suddenly stands up and drags Cappa back out of the door towards the centre of the ring... ...before hurdling Cappa and diving for the door himself! But Cappa now grabs Rodez's ankle, not allowing him to get more than a fingertip through the door. Only, Rodez is stronger than Cappa, allowing him to crawl on slowly despite the hold Cappa has on Rodez's ankle! COLE This is a desperate struggle for the door now, with the X-Division Championship within feet of either man! Rodez continues crawling and now, he's halfway in and halfway out of the cage! The crowd are screaming their encouragement more and more now, encouraging Rodez to keep on crawling. Cappa has by now given up on the ankle and starts to inch forward, until he's sitting on Rodez's back which proves to be a much more effective way of halting Rodez's escape. Rodez is about 3 feet away from getting completely out of the cage...but it might as well be 3 miles with 180 plus pounds on his back. He won't give up though and Cappa knows it. "LEON! LEON! LEON!" Cappa knows that eventually one of the two men is eventually going to run out of energy. So, he might as well help Rodez on the way, reaching forwards and grabbing the cage door... *CHINK!* ...SLAMMING IT ON RODEZ'S FACE!!! "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!" *CHINK!* ...AND AGAIN! COLE My god, this is RUTHLESS! Now there's no more fight from Rodez, no more crawling. He's been knocked silly, which allows Cappa to cautiously roll off of the prone X-Division Champion and drag him by the ankle out from the door, into a position in the ring where Cappa can make the cover... ONE! TWO! SHOULDER UP!! "YEEEEEEAAAAHHHHH!" COLE Somehow, Leon Rodez gets up the shoulder...out of nothing more than instinct after those sickening shots with the cage door! Unable to believe his eyes, Cappa cannot look away from the hand that hovers above the mat. The blood loss is beginning to weaken him, but all the same Cappa pulls himself up and rolls Rodez onto his front, while lining him up and aiming a legdrop his way...connecting across the back of the head! That shot seems to be enough to KO Rodez now. Or, at least Cappa seems to think so, as he tells the fans it's over. "LEON! LEON! LEON!" The responce is more cheers. Cappa sneers and turns back to Rodez, pulling him up by the hair and dragging to his feet. An irish whip sends Rodez across the ring, with Cappa ducking his head early. Rodez hangs onto the ropes to stop his momentum though, quickly turning around and starting to scramble up the cage!! "RRRRAAAAAHHHHHH!" A mixture of cheers and warning cries fill the air as Cappa suddenly pulls his head back up, sees Rodez trying to escape and charges in with a clubbing forearm into the kidneys of Rodez. On the top rope, Rodez hangs onto the cage to keep his balance on the quivering strand. Cappa meanwhile positions himself under Rodez, hooking between his legs and pulling Rodez down into a BIG-TIME Cappabomb!!! CABOOSE COUNT REFEREE! The ref is slow to realise, but Rodez's shoulders ARE down! ONE! TWO! NOOOOO!!! The fans breathe another sigh of relief as Cappa breathes a sigh of frustration, seemingly unable to believe how stubborn the X-Division Champion is. Wiping the blood from his eyes, Cappa looks down and sees Rodez's faceguard lying beside him...and with a smile, picks up the hard face wear. Rodez is pulling himself slowly up on the ropes, while Cappa continues smiling as he puts the faceguard on! COLE Oh, come on. Now The Mad Cappa is mocking his opponent! CABOOSE Oh, so when he wears it, he's 'mocking' people. COLE Does he have a broken nose!?! CABOOSE Judging from the blood that's covering his face, he may very well have. With the faceguard on, Cappa seems suddenly all too confident as he beckons the X-Champion around, waiting for him to turn before slapping Rodez in the face! The crowd boo in disgust, as Cappa smiles... KICK! WHAM! BUST-A-CA... NO! Rodez pushes Cappa off into the ropes to counter. Back comes Cappa, diving through the air with majestic athleticism with a leg lariat aimed at Rodez's broken nose. Rodez manages to catch Cappa in his arms though, lifting him up and then down across the knee into a Shoop Shoop, Silky Scoop Loop! With his spine contorted on impact, Cappa is allowed to slump to the canvas and into a pin. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Now it's Rodez's time to feel angry at his opponent's resiliance. COLE These men are both losing a lot of blood here. There's only so long this match can go on with these men in this condition. Dragging himself and his challenger up, Rodez quickly locks on a standing headscissors and tries to pull his arms up into a double underhook position. Cappa fights it though and manages to free an arm, spinning behind Rodez with the other and pushing him into the corner. Hitting the buckles, Rodez staggers out and Cappa nails him with a forearm that does Rodez's nose no good at all. Another forearm drops Rodez to a knee, but he fights quickly back up... *SLAP!* "WHOOOO!" ...and nails Cappa with a chop. Both men are weary now, as they stand toe to toe for a moment. A moment broken by Cappa going to the eyes again. Cappa takes the chance to wipe some more blood away from his eyes before finally grabbing Rodez, irish whipping him across the ring once more. Sticking out an arm, Cappa catches Rodez coming back in with a sleeper hold! But that doesn't stay on for long as before Cappa can give Rodez a Fall From Grace, Rodez turns into Cappa's body and lifts him up for a back suplex. Cappa manages to float over and land safely on his feet, pushing Rodez off. Hitting the ropes, Rodez comes back and dives at Cappa, launching off of his thigh with one leg and smashing his other knee across the back of Cappa's head! COLE SHINING WIZARD! He may have KOed Cappa! Cappa slumps to the canvas, while Rodez rolls over onto him and makes the cover... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! "OOOOHHHHHHHH!" Cappa is still in the match. But he's still woozy, as Rodez begins to crawl towards the door again! But Cappa grabs a hold of the ankle before the door can be even opened. Rodez tries to kick off Cappa but can't, so instead pulls himself up on the other leg. Back up comes Cappa with him, letting go of the leg and clotheslining Rodez off of his feet. Now Cappa turns his attentions towards the door, stopping as he sees Rodez getting back up. As Rodez gets up, a boot to the gut doubles him over. Cappa then takes a hold of his had and keeps it in place...BEFORE KICKING HIM IN THE FACE! AND AGAIN! COACH Stiff kick-uh! Stiff kick-uh! Stiff kick-uh! Stiff kick-uh! COLE Puro doesn't suit you Coach. Rodez clutches his face in agony from the flurry of kicks, while Cappa lines him up and whips around, looking for The IMPACT! What he gets is a duck and a spinebuster! With Cappa down, Rodez now has the chance to pick him into a seated position and pull the faceguard off off, before putting it back onto his own face where it belongs! "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Rodez now pulls Cappa up and drills him with a boot, before turning him around to face the cage. A shove in the back sends Cappa crashing forwards... *CHINK!* ...and face-first into the mesh once more!!! Cappa stumbles back out with little idea to where he is, as Rodez pulls him into a knee to the spine. "STREET! SMARTS!" "YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" The crowd cheer as Rodez calls out his intentions before hooking Cappa into the inverted front facelock, ready to flip him back over. Cappa is prepared for it though and manages to float out of Rodez's grip. He lands safely, wasting little time in booting Rodez in the balls! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Now Rodez is doubled over and Cappa is almost on the verge of collapse from the blood loss he's suffering. But with the energy he has left, Cappa steps in front of Rodez and drops him down... ...WITH THE BUST A CAP!!! COLE HE HIT IT! CABOOSE DAMN RIGHT HE DID! COVER HIM CAPPA!!! The champion may very well be out cold as Cappa is in two minds between exiting the cage or going for the pin...and decides on the latter, flipping Rodez onto his back and making the cover. ONE! TWO! THR... NO, SHOULDER UP!!!!! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" CABOOSE WHAT!?! COLE HE KICKED OUT! Cappa is absolutely shocked as he glares at the referee, mouth agape but eyes piercing through the referee in anger. COLE RODEZ KICKED OUT OF THE BUST A CAP! Standing up, Cappa stands over the referee with a pissed the hell off look...the referee understandably backing off. But not quick enough, as Cappa lunges at him... KICK! WHAM! BUST-A-CAP!!! COLE WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?! The referee collapses into a heap as boos fill the air. COACH Well, that was stupid. How's Cappa going to win without a referee? CABOOSE A, there's one on the outside and B, he can just escape the cage. Cappa is too busy putting the badmouth on the referee to think about that right now. Behind him, Rodez is dragging himself up on the ropes, while the incredulous Cappa is still yelling at the downed referee. "LEON! LEON! LEON!" The chants of the crowd begin to ring through the arena, which breaks Cappa's attention away from the referee and back to Rodez. Blood is really flowing down from the nose of Silky Smooth as he turns around...and NAILS Cappa with a right hand! Cappa staggers away like a boxer on the ropes, legs like rubber. Rodez meanwhile backs off the ropes, running in and clothesline Cappa down. Purely out of instinct, the challenger gets back up right away, but Rodez is waiting.. Jab! Jab! Jab! Jab! Jab! Rodez turns to blow the kiss... ...but instead flips Cappa off... *SMACK!* ...AND CONNECTS WITH AN ENZIGURI! "YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" The crowd are cheering wildly as Rodez drops, making the cover. Of course, the referee is down...but ref two quickly opens up the door and scrambles into the ring, making the count himself... ONE! TWO! NO! COLE And the delay proves just enough for Cappa! CABOOSE Why don't you give him credit for kicking out? COLE Why are you his biggest fan suddenly? Shrugging off the disappointment of not getting the fall, Rodez pulls up Cappa once more...with a pool of blood at his feet. The blood of Cappa. Rodez scoops Cappa and slams him to the canvas, turning to the turnbuckles and beginning to make a climb to the top. Cappa isn't moving, as Rodez reaches the top...and stops. The roars of the crowd fill his head as suddenly he can see the top of the cage out of the corner of his eye. Why use the top rope, when he can use the cage? And sure enough, Rodez turns away and begins to haul himself onto the top of the cage, which starts the crowd roaring. "PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE!" COLE Rodez, going AAAAALL the way up here! CABOOSE This is beyond stupid. This is suicide! Rodez gets to the top of the cage and holds his arms to the side, soaking up the cheers of the crowd as below him, Cappa is conscious and beginning to slowly crawl towards the door. Panicking slightly, Rodez has a choice to make between climbing out or diving to stop Cappa...who isn't crawling all that fast. So Rodez thinks quickly and steps a little to the side, before diving off the cage... ...and rotating through 450 degrees... ...HITTING CAPPA IN THE SPINE WITH BECAUSE THE LADY LOVES FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE, BAH GAWD~! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COACH Well, I think that just about speaks for itself. "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" The crowd are going absolutely nuckin' futs as Rodez writhes around in agony holding his gut around Cappa, who has had the wind completely driven out of him. Seeing that he's not moving, Rodez grits his teeth and rolls over Cappa onto his back, laying an arm over Cappa while attending to his ribs with the other... ONE! TWO! THREEEEEE! "YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" *DING DING DING!* "Jungle Boogie" instantly blazes through the P.A system, hardly audible over the rabid Miami crowd as they cheer the victorious champion. The referee raises Rodez's hand as the cage instantly begins to be raised. BUFFER Your winner of this match, and STILL OAOAST X-Division Champion of the WOOORRRLD! "SILKY SMOOTH"! LEEEOOON RRROOODDEEZZ!!! More cheers from the Miami faithful as the belt is slid into the ring, ready for Rodez to take into his arms. EMTs are meanwhile packing the ring as Cappa is still bleeding like a stuck pig, Rodez's nose is still dripping blood and the first referee is still out cold. But all that matters to Rodez is the belt in his hands, which he raises weakly into the air, with his ribs still aching and a hand to his gut. COLE Man, what a battle...and what an ending! Leon Rodez took one HELL of a risk, but it paid off and he is STILL the X-Division Champion of the world! Thank you and good night, from Miami! (Fade out) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
