Hoff 0 Report post Posted December 17, 2004 HeldDOWN is presented by OAOAST Entertainment. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* OAOAST HeldDOWN~! Katy Rose's "I Like" blares across the speakers of the arena and the TV sets of America as we kick off another edition of HeldDOWN!! The opening montage airs, followed by the LOGO.... ...and the FIREWORKS.... And we cut to a shot of the hyped-up crowd, screaming their lungs out, before cutting to your favorite announce team and mine, Triple C! COLE WELCOME TO HELDDOWN!!!!! COACH Whoa, nice energy Mikey! COLE Well we got a big show tonight! We'll see the debut of a NEW OAOAST superstar! COACH Oh yeah, and we'll hear from the former OAOAST World Champion, HOFF! CABOOSE Never mind that! The CURRENT World Champ, Mister DREK STONE, is IN the house! COLE Plus a whole lot more! Let's get started!! “Higher” by Creed plays and the crowd is in shock before exploding into cheers. Mad Matt comes out but something is different about Matt. He has his hair cut short and he is wearing a three piece suit. Mad Matt enters the ring and grabs the microphone. MATT: Nice to be back isn’t it. Yes, cheer me, I am sure you would think that I would endanger my health once again for your entertainment. Let me bust my ass and raise the tone of the wrestling in this company by two hundred percent once agin. You are most mistaken if you think I would wrestle for your entertainment. The fans boo at this statement. MATT: And you have just given me a perfectly plausible reason why. You don’t care about the man behind the wrestler. You only care about yourself. I must tell you that I told one lie during my career. I wasn’t in it for the fans, I am in it for the money. Let me shatter some more delusions that you must have built inside your brain. I still make the same amount of money for a four star match then if I sleepwalk my way through the match. I nearly destroyed myself to entertain the uneducated masses in the crowd and damned if I am going to do something like that again. To everyone in the lockeroom, I’m back, much to your obvious annoyance. Matt looks off thoughtful. MATT: I am a world class superstar. A legend in Japan. You must wonder why I bother my time in such an insignificent federation such as this. The fact of the matter is this. Just because I can. You fans can boo all your want. You paid for those seats and thus paid my paycheck, so I don’t care what you do. One thing is for certain. The Mad Matt you once knew is dead and buried. No more will I cater to you morons in the crowd. Today a new dawn of reckoning has occurred and much like the phoenix, I have risen from the ashes reborn into a new superstar. Mad Matt was a midcard attraction at best. Matthew A. Harms, the icon of OAOAST. Now if you excuse me, I have a high society dinner to attend with people who buy toilet paper that costs more then most of your homes. Mad Matt er Matthew A. Harms leaves the ring, as the crowd are throwing drink cups and other garbage at him. He calmly walks out of the arena in a dignified manner without snapping or anything. COACH Whoa! COLE I can't believe it! Mad Matt is back in the OAOAST?! CABOOSE Now, you heard him, Cole. Matthew A. Harms is his name. COLE Well whatever you call him, we weren't expecting this! Wow! CABBOSE Yes, I'm sure, your simple mind is amazed. I hear we have something going on backstage... *cut to the back* DREK To hell with this! The scene opens up to find Drek Stone – the OAOAST Heavyweight Champion, for those of you that forgot – standing in front of a heavy oak door. He begins beating his fists rapidly against the door, but no one seems to be answering. DREK Watts, I know you’re in there. Answer the door! Answer! Drek begins shoving his shoulder into the door in an attempt to wedge it open, but it just won’t budge. DREK Watts, I’m telling you. JUST OPEN…. RING AGENT Uh….Mr. Stone? Drek turns around with a scowl on his face to find a ring agent standing near him with an unsure look. RING AGENT Yeah. Mr. Watts isn’t here right now. Had some quick business to attend to. Probably won’t be back for a little while. I just thought you should know… The agent turns around and walks away quickly, realizing that he will surely be screamed at by the Champ if he stays there any longer. Drek, looking quite dejected, slams his fists against the door once again in vain. DREK So Watts, let me get this straight. You put me in a Triple Threat match at Climax – and THEN make sure not to sit in your office?! Oh, this is unbelievable. With a deep breath, Drek finally turns and faces the camera. DREK What? Were you just going to stand there and not say anything? CAMERAMAN …..wha? I didn’t think you knew I was here! DREK Of course I did. I’d have to be an idiot not to notice a camera zooming in on my face. CAMERAMAN Yeah – I guess. DREK Either way, let me make this short. Sly Sommers. Crystal. You both might be standing here right now thinking you’ve lucked out into something major. Despite the fact that neither of you two have earned it, you have a Heavyweight Title shot against me in ten days. That’s all well and good. But let me lay out the gauntlet right here. I will be walking out of Las Vegas next Sunday night with the Championship still around my waist. Let me repeat that for those that are hard of hearing. I. Will. Be. Walking. Out. Of. Las. Vegas. With. My. Heavyweight. Title. I hope both of you come to accept this – and quickly. Sly, I’ve beaten you before. When I was the Italian Champion and you were nothing more than an obnoxious, untalented gavone that needed to be put in his place. Remember? I actually choked the life out of you to the point where you weren’t even able to submit! You couldn’t even breathe! Remember that?! And Crystal – think back to what I did to you in the Elimination Chamber! Slams on that steel grating! Sending you crashing through that glass chamber! Throwing you, I don’t know how many feet off the top of the chamber into the ring. I put you through torture – and I brought home the Heavyweight Title in the process! Next Sunday will be no different! NEXT SUNDAY WILL BE NO DIFFERENT FOR EITHER ONE OF YOU! Drek starts pounding his fists against the door once again. DREK IT WILL BE THE EXACT, SAME THING! Sommers. Crystal. Separately, I’ve beaten the hell of you. At Climax, I will have to do it at the same time. I don’t care if Watts put me in this match with the hope that I would lose the Heavyweight Title. I don’t care if the fans sitting at home want me to lose the Championship to someone more willing to pander to them – i.e. Sly or Crystal. I don’t care about any of that. All I care about is holding onto this title. Back in April, I made that guarantee that I would win the Heavyweight Title. And I proved that guarantee true! Well, this week, I am making another guarantee. Write this one down and store it safe so you’ll remember it. Next Sunday, I will walk out of Las Vegas STILL the Heavyweight Champion. I guarantee it. Sly and Crystal simply do NOT have the talent to take the belt off me, and I will prove that. God damn it, I will prove it to every single one of you that still doubt me. Drek, with a curious look, looks to the table on his right and finds a loose pile of papers stacked near him. He picks one sheet up and stares at it for a moment, before grabbing a nearby pen as well. While talking to the camera, Drek begins scribbling on the paper. DREK I heard Sly has a match tonight. Some jobber or whatever. Well, I think I’m going to check it out. You know….just because I have an interest in staking out my competition and all that, of course. Well, see, Sommers thinks he’s going to beat me by trying to get some early practice in? It’s not going to happen. Because, like always, I am going to take what someone else is doing and make it THAT much better. Next week, there will be a Heavyweight Title defense. Oh, that’s right. I will be defending the OAOAST World Championship next week. And you know what? It’s going to be an open defense. With a look of defiance, Drek rips off a long piece of scotch tape from this Magical Table of Office Supplies. He grabs the piece of paper and sticks it onto Watts’ door. DREK There we go. Contract for a title shot next week. Whoever comes here first and signs that contract will be wrestling for the Heavyweight Championship. And let me just make a promise – whoever steps into the ring with me next week better be ready to deal with a broken bone or two. I will not be playing around. As far as I’m concerned, in my eyes, it will be the epitome of facing Sly Sommers. It will be the epitome of fighting Crystal. I will take out my anger and frustration at the both of them on anybody I wind up facing. And let me tell you – that is going to be a hell of a thing to worry about. You see, Sly? You thought your match against a nobody this week would be something to watch? Well, once again, I managed to surpass you. And with the use of something you’ve never had and likely never will – the OAOAST Heavyweight Championship! Somewhat content at what he has just done, Drek shoves his hands in his pockets and starts to walk down the hall. DREK This is going to be fun…… As Drek pushes apart the double doors at the end of the hall, the crowd can slightly hear the Heavyweight Champion’s parting words as he walks out of the camera view. DREK …..Sly and Crystal don’t know what they’ve gotten themselves into. *COMMERCIAL* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted December 17, 2004 -Return from commercial to find Micheal Cole standing alone in the ring. He holds a mic, obviously. COLE "Fans...I have a treat for you all here in Hot-lanta..." CABOOSE Oh, geez...did he really say Hot-Lanta? *BOOM!~* "OW HAHAHA-HA!" CUE: "Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed COLE "AXEL!!" COACH Noooo...really? -The fans go MAD as the curtain flies open, and out walks none other than the Dark Prince himself, Axel! He makes his way casually down to the ring, slapping hands with fans along the way. The giant scar on his forehead is still bright red and very, very visible. COACH Ha! Look at that scar! CABOOSE ...what about it? COACH I dunno...it's funny lookin', I guess... CABOOSE .... COACH ...Fuck you, then. -Axel slowly slides into the ring, as a huge "AX-EL" chant starts up. He smiles as he paces about the ring. CABOOSE I don't get why the fans like Axel... COACH Now you want to talk to me? CABOOSE Why...did we break up or something? -The chant dies down as Axel stands beside Cole. COLE "Axel, welcome...I would first like to start off by saying..." CUE: "Somebody Told Me" by The Killers!!! CABOOSE YES! Fuck Yes!! NOW we're getting ratings, baby! -The fans cheers turn immediately to boos as the curtain once again flies open, and out storms Austin "Ragdoll" Baker. He doesn't hesitate at the top of the ramp, he just makes his way towards the ring. He slides in quickly, ignoring the fans boos and grabs the mic from Cole. CABOOSE Words of rebuttal, possibly? -WHAM!!! RAGDOLL NAILS AXEL IN THE FOREHEAD WITH THE MICROPHONE!! Cole quickly dives out of the ring as Ragdoll continues to lay into Axel with ridiculously hard punches to the face and head. Axel tries his best to cover himself, but the punches come hard and often. Soon, both Axel's forehead and nose are drenched in blood. Ragdoll backs up a little bit, watching Axel like a hawk....Axel slowly gets to his knees as Ragdoll runs forward.... WHAM!!! DEVIL DOLL CONNECTS!!! The boos are off the charts and the fans are near a riot as Ragdoll slides out of the ring and walks towards the bell table. He grabs the bell-dude by the collar and throws him over the guardrail, before grabbing his chair and walking back towards the ring. COLE RAGDOLL IS COMPLETELY INSANE!! -A member of security tries to grab the chair from Ragdoll...WHACK!! Security guard is down! Ragdoll quickly slides into the ring as Axel, miraculously, is getting to a knee...WHACK!! Axel is down again! His face is now completely covered in blood. Members of security and assorted wrestlers, including Crystal and Bill Watts, storm the ring. Ragdoll starts hammering Axel's head into the mat with the chair as another security member tackles him. Watts picks up the microphone as Ragdoll tries to fight off the security members. Crystal kneels beside Axel, checking on her friend. WATTS "AUSTIN!! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!! YOUR BEHAVIOR IS OUT OF CONTROL!!..." -Ragdoll suddenly punches a security guard in the face, before kicking another in the stomach, and the last in the jewels. He runs full speed towards Crystal, who pulls Axel out of the ring with her, just milli-seconds before Ragdoll's knee flies past. Ragdoll stands quickly and stares at Axel, who is unconcious now and is being held up by Crystal. WATTS "BAKER!! LISTEN TO ME, DAMMIT!" -Ragdoll quickly turns his attention to Watts, whose face is beet red, he's so angry. WATTS "FROM HERE ON IN, AUSTIN, IF YOU OR AXEL LAY A HAND ON ONE ANOTHER BEFORE YOUR MATCH AT CLIMAX, YOU WILL BOTH BE FIRED, YOU UNDERSTAND?! DO YOU?!" -Ragdoll just glares at the cowboy before rushing forward. He wraps his arms around Bill's waist and lifts, sending Watts up-and-over in an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Ragdoll quickly picks up the mic. RAGDOLL "YOU FUCKING LITTLE BITCH, AXEL!! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!! YOU WANNA CALL ME A COWARD?! I ONLY ATTACK YOU FROM BEHIND?! WELL, I JUST FUCKING DESTROYED YOU FACE-TO-FUCKING-FACE, YOU PRICK!! THIS ISN'T EVEN A GOD-DAMN PREVIEW OF VEGAS, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!! YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!! EVERYONE YOU LOVE IS DEAD!! YOU SHIT-TALKING LITTLE BITCH!!! I'M GOING TO FUCKING MURDER YOU!!!" -A security guard suddenly tackles Ragdoll as five more come out to restrain him. The one that tackled him places handcuffs on Ragdoll, before pulling him out of the ring with him. The five other security guards flank Ragdoll, holding cans of mace next to his head as they walk him out of sight. COLE Oh...my...god... CABOOSE ...wow... COLE Fans...we'll...we'll be right back.. *cut to commercial* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted December 17, 2004 We return to HeldDOWN~! with Josh Matthews standing at center ring with a microphone in his right hand. J.MATH Whut's poppin' piz-imps! This is Josh Matthews here on HeldDOWN~! And my guest right now is the self-proclaimed Brytest Rising Star in the game! (crowd boos) Accompanied by his Uncle and media representative, Kevin Yancy Taylor, he is none other than CHRIS...BRYTE!!!!!!!!!!!! The crowd boos loudly as the house lights dim, and "It's Goin Down" by the X-Ecutioners and Linkin Park hits the PA system. A blue hue covers the crowd, and a white strobe light flashes at the entrance. Watch them flee! Watch them flee! Wa-Wa-Watch them flee! [hip hop hits] *SCRATCH, SCRATCH* And you do it like this... Suddenly, the curtains swing open and out walks Chris Bryte, clad in a light gray suit with his hair slicked back, and as always, he's wearing his trademark shades. To his right is Kevin Yancy Taylor, wearing a brown sportscoat with a black shirt and matching slacks underneath. He has a cocky smile on his face as he and Bryte walk to the top of the stage, where he then turns back to and motions for someone. The locker room curtains swing open again, as several figures emerge from the back: The Hand (sporting a black suit and eye patch over his left eye), The Illuminators (both wearing ILLUMINATING white dress suits and masks), and last but not least, Brock Ausstin (who's clad in a dirty, ripped up t-shirt and jeans). Bryte high fives The Hand and both Illuminators before heading down the ring with his entourage. CABOOSE The gang's all here, Cole! COLE Quite the stable assembled by Kevin Yancy Taylor. Chris Bryte leading the way, and from the sound of things, these men are not well-liked here in Atlanta! The crowd continues to jeer as the group gets closer to ringside, and once there, Taylor climbs up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open, allowing Chris Bryte to enter the ring. Bryte does so with a smirk on his face, and Taylor follows suit. The Illuminators, The Hand and Ausstin all head into the ring as Bryte and Taylor approach J. Math. The music dies down, the house lights return to normal, and loud chants of "CHRIS BRYTE SUCKS" echo throughout the arena. Bryte just laughs, waiting for the chants to subside. They do, eventually, and when they do, J. Math begins to speak. J. MATH Chris Bryte, thank you for joining me toni-- Taylor snatches the mic away from Matthews, garnering huge heat from the Atlanta crowd. Taylor turns to the hard camera with a cheesy grin as J. Math shoots him the evil eye. TAYLOR You know, Josh Matthews, as the #1 broadcast journalist in the game, I feel it's only fitting that I...KEVIN YANCY TAYLOR...take it from here. Hang around if you wish...judging from your obscenely bad broadcasting skills, you could serve to take a few notes from someone such as great as myself. But for now, Matthews, your services are no longer required for this evening! Matthews looks somewhat upset by Taylor's comments, but his facial expression softens when he's approached by The Hand. Rather than put up a fight, J.Math tosses up his hands and scurries out of the ring. Bryte laughs as the former Tough Enough contestant moves around the ring and starts back up the ramp. Taylor continues. TAYLOR Now...before we move on, I feel it necessary to update you fans on what's transpired over the last week. For you see when I...KEVIN YANCY TAYLOR...(crowd boos) last appeared before you, I issued a challenge to a certain..."Superwoman"! (Crowd pops) She's known to some as "THE BADDEST CHICK" in the OAOAST, though from what the boys in the back have been saying, a more accurate nickname would be "THE DOORKNOB" of the OAOAST locker room... Forced laughter from Bryte and Taylor as they turn to one another and high five. COLE "Doorknob"???...oh I get it. CABOOSE Wasn't that clever? Wit like that is what makes him the intelligent man in wrestling, Cole! Taylor tries to gather himself before continuing... TAYLOR ...of course...I'm referring to Tina! Now being the fearless individual that I am, I called her out! I challenged her to meet me in this very ring...one-on-one, face-to-face, to settle our differences once and for all! And fans, I assure you that I arrived here tonight ready to deliver to her the thrashing of a lifetime! But alas...it wasn't meant to be, because for all of her talk...all of petty sneak attacks, and despite her intimating for the past few months just how badly she'd want to face me in the ring...TINA HAS DECLINED MY CHALLENGE!!!! (crowd boos) Yes...I was just as surprised as you were, though in retrospect, I really shouldn't have been. I mean really...just look at me! My rugged, manly ways...my awesome physique...really, do you blame her backing off?! I mean...sure! She'll probably come out here with a load of excuses...she'll probably come out here using some fabricated injury as an excuse, but I...KEVIN YANCY TAYLOR, know the truth, and the truth is...(winks) that Tina is absolutely, positively AFRAID OF ME!!!! Crowd boos wildly in the background. COLE That's absolutely ridiculous! CABOOSE What do you mean it's ridiculous? You heard what he said! Kevin Taylor is not only a world class broadcast journalist, but he REEKS of rugged manliness! COLE Let's cut the crap, 'Boose. You know damn well that Watts hasn't cleared her to wrestle yet after that eye surgery...a surgery she needed after that cowardly, blindside attack by that asshole Taylor! CABOOSE Excuses! Nothing but excuses! TAYLOR Now...I know how much you all were looking forward to seeing me slap that miserable wench around here tonight, and for that, I do apologize...I apologize for Tina's cowardice! (smiles) But fret not my friends, because we've got an even better treat in store for you! Right here tonight, in this very ring, you get to see up close and in living color the in-ring return of the Brytest Rising star in the history of this industry! (crowd boos) You get to see the return of the man who is responsible for putting Panther on the shelf! Tonight, in action for the first time in nearly 4-months will be none other than my nephew, CHRIS BRYTE! (crowd boos) He will square off against one other than the reigning OAOAST X-Division Champion...(snickers) "Silky Smooth" Leon Rodez! Now... Taylor's cut off by a HUGE pop from the crowd. Chants of "LE-ON, LE-ON" break out across the arena. Surprisingly, Taylor welcomes the chants! TAYLOR YES FRIENDS! LEEE-ON!!!! LEEEEE-ON!!!!! LEEE-ON!!!!!! LEEEE-ON WILL BE SOUNDLY DEFEATED BY CHRIS BRYTE TONIGHT ON HELDDOWN!!!!! (crowd boos) Now Chris, in the past, you've been a victim of politics here in the OAOAST. I mean...fans around the world agree that you're without a doubt the most talented wrestler in this two-bit organization! Without a doubt, you're this company's biggest sex symbol...yet for some reason, you've been overlooked af far as title opportunities go in the OAOAST. Despite running roughshod over the OAOAST roster over this past year, when the time came to hand out title shots, you were passed over in favor of people like this Rodez character...a guy who doesn't have half the talent that you do...(crowd boos) a guy who isn't half as attractive as you are (LOUD boos from the female fans)...and most of all...a man who doesn't bring in half the ratings that you do! (more boos) CABOOSE That is so true! I saw the ratings. Last week's show nearly tanked with Rodez in the main event! COLE That's not true and you know it! TAYLOR Now Chris, one thing that we can thankfully say is that despite the gross bias displayed against you by the OAOAST brass, as far as the boys in the back go, you've always been able to maintain their respect! The honor and class with which you've represented the OAOAST has made you a locker room leader, and it's the respect that the locker room has for you that has led to a recent grownswell of support for your bid to become a champion! (crowd boos) It's true! The boys in the back have begun asking...clamoring for you to receive your title shot, and in the process, they've been putting so much pressure on the OAOAST office that Bill Watts and his cronies could finally take no more! Therefore tonight, WHEN you beat that hack...that non-talent Leon Rodez, you will be in line for a shot at the X-Division Title. So with that in mind, Chris...with you being on the cusp of greatness...tell me, tell the world...just what is running through your mind? Bryte smiles as Taylor moves the mic towards his mouth, awaiting his response. Chants of "CHRIS BRYTE SUCKS" start up once again, but Bryte remains unfazed by the crowd's negativity! BRYTE Ya know, Unc...I think back to Thanksgiving Star Wars. I think back to everything Panther had to say going into the match...about how vowed to pin Brock Ausstin! How he knew deep down in his heart that he could beat Brock! And how he was THAAAAT close to accomplishing his goal...when lo and behold, there I was to prevent him from keeping it done! You see Unc, BECAUSE OF ME, Thanksgiving Star Wars was just one more in a long line of failures for the so-called Champion of Champions, and by calling attention to this, I'm calling attention to the fundamental difference between me and Panther! Because unlike him, I DON'T FAIL! Whenever I make a promise, you can rest assured that I will deliver, and what I'm promising is that right here tonight on HeldDOWN, I will beat Leon Rodez like the dog that he is, and in the process, I will make my very first step toward immortality...my first step to bringing home championship gold! Now Rodez, you and me aren't strangers! We've met twice in the past, and twice you came out victorious! But lemme just set the record straight right now: the fact that you beat me doesn't make you better than me, Rodez! Oh no, no, no! Each and every last person who saw those matches knows that you beat me because of one reason and one reason only, and that's because that rat's ass Panther had to stick his nose in my business! (crowd pops) That asshole was jealous of me...he couldn't stand the fact that I was better than him...that I was showing him up each and everytime I set foot in a wrestling ring, and he got involved to try and ruin my career! Well guess what, Rodez: Panther's out of the picture right now! As we speak, he's sitting at home with that jacked up bitch of his, saddled with an injury that *I* gave him!!!!!!! PANTHER IS ON THE SHELF BECAUSE OF ME, and do you know what that means LEEE-ON?! (chuckles) That means that there's no one to get involved! No one to save you! Right here tonight, I guarantee that I will pin your shoulders to the mat, and then I will go on to take that gold belt from around your waist! Because there's nobody--not Rodez, not Panther--NOBODY walking the face of this earth that's capable of dimming the Bryteness! And that's a fact! Bryte raises his arms into the air, getting resounding boos in return. He looks somewhat disheartened by the fan response. BRYTE Oh c'mon people, what's wrong? Huh? I figured that you people would be happy to have somebody as great as the Bryte Man representing you as Champion! (crowd boos) Oh wait a minute...wait. Don't tell me...tell me that you people actually LIKE this Rodez character... Bryte's blown away by a THUNDEROUS pop from the crowd. The camera cuts to a section in the upper deck of the arena, picking up a sign that reads "The Ladies Love Leon" among other signs. We cut back to ringside, where Bryte stands in disbelief. BRYTE Oh c'mon!!!!!! How can you support a hack like Leon Rodez over me, THE BRYTEST STAR IN THE GAME??! What's he got that I don't got? Huh?! Does he have a black belt in judo? Can he say like I can that he--all by himself--took somebody like Panther and put him on the shelf?! HUH?! And you people would still rather support him over me?! (crowd pops) Well you know what, it doesn't even matter what you think, because I know and everybody in the back knows that there's no way that I'm gonna lose to Leon Rodez here tonight! Ain't that right, Unc? Taylor nods his head affirmatively and gives Bryte five. Bryte moves on... BRYTE Illuminators! You agree, doncha?! Both Illuminators nod their head, and Bryte gets high fives from both. He moves on... BRYTE THE HAND~! My best buddy! My right hand man! You and I both know that I'm gonna kick Leon Rodez's ass tonight, right?! THE HAND GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR~! BRYTE Uh...yeah, I'll take that as a yes! (turns to Brock Ausstin) AND YOU...BROCK AUSSTIN!!! (crowd boos) Now...I know you're not the sharpest guy around, but I'm sure that even YOU can plainly see that Leon Rodez is no match for the Brytest Star in the Game! RIGHT?! Bryte holds the mic up to Brock's mouth, awaiting his response. Brock just glares at him, a nonchalant look on his face. After a moment or so, Bryte draws the mic away... BRYTE Uh...HELLOOOOOO??? I'm talking to you! Tell these people...tell these morons here in Atlanta just how badly you think I'm gonna beat Leon Rodez tonight! Tell em! Bryte extends the mic toward Brock's lips once more, again, getting no response. Bryte turns and looks at Taylor, who just shrugs his shoulders. He then turns back to Brock. BRYTE What are you, deaf?! I said--HEY! Suddenly, Brock snatches the mic out of Bryte's hand, getting a pretty good reaction from the Atlanta crowd. A surprised Bryte's eyes widen as Ausstin pulls the mic close to his mouth. BROCK So...you wanna know what I think? Bryte nods his head affirmatively. The crowd begins to clamor in anticipation of Brock's response. BROCK Bryte... I THINK YOU'RE COMPLETELY FULL OF SHIT!!!!!!! COACH WHOA!!!!!! The crowd ERUPTS upon hearing Brock's response. A look of nervousness crosses Taylor's face as Brock continues! BROCK I'VE HAD IT, BRYTE!!!! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOU AND THAT BIG ASS MOUTH OF YOURS!!!!!! (Crowd pops) YOU PUT PANTHER ON THE SHELF AT THANKSGIVING STAR WARS?! YOU'RE THE REASON THAT PANTHER DIDN'T PIN ME?!?! WHAT ABOUT ME?!?!? WHERE'S MY CREDIT?!?! *I* DAMN NEAR BROKE MY LEG IN THAT MATCH AGAINST PANTHER! *I* GOT A CONCUSSION DURING THE MATCH, AND NEITHER OF THOSE THINGS WERE ABLE TO KEEP ME FROM BEATING PANTHER'S ASS ALL OVER THAT RING! The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Brock begins breathing deep, slow breathes while gazing directly into Chris Bryte's eyes. He continues. BROCK Bryte...Panther is on the shelf right now...AND HE'S ON THE SHELF BECAUSE OF MEEEEEEEE~! The fans give another mixed reaction as Taylor comes between Brock and Bryte, trying to talk some sense into Brock. Meanwhile, an enraged Bryte rushes over toward the ropes and calls for a mic from the timekeeper's table. Michael Buffer obliges him, and Bryte storms back out towards Brock, huffing and puffing. BRYTE YOU?!?!? PANTHER'S OUT BECAUSE OF YOU?!?!?! BROCK DAMN RIGHT!!!! AND IF YOU AND THE HAND DIDN'T GET INVOLVED, I'DA TAKEN HIS ASS OUT FOR GOOD!!!!! Bryte rolls his eyes and laughs, as Taylor, still in between them, desperately tries to keep tempers from flaring. BRYTE ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! You piece of trash...you wanna blame me...blame The Hand--LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING, BUCKO! When we showed up at ringside that night, Panther was kicking YOUR ass, ok?! (crowd pops) Don't blame us because you weren't able to hold up your end of the bargain! Taylor takes the other mic from Ausstin. TAYLOR (nervous laughter) Ok...ok fellas! Enough joking around...let's get back to Rodez, shall we... BRYTE Nah, nah! Screw that, Unc. This piece of garbage has the nerve to mouth off to me! (to Brock) WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, HUH?! What makes you think that you're worthy of running your mouth to me?! Huh?! Because you're The Current Big Thing?! (rolls eyes) Please! You're completely worthless! TAYLOR (to Brock) He didn't mean that! BRYTE The hell I didn't! Brock...and you look me in the eye, you ingrateful piece of shit...you know as well as I do that ever since Gibraltar handled your ass at Anglemania, you haven't meant damn thing around here! You're completely worthless, and ya know what...you should be down on your hands and knees right now thanking me and my uncle for allowing you to share some of our spotlight! With that comment, an angry Brock rips off his t-shirt and pounds his chest, drawing another strong reaction from the crowd. He starts toward Bryte, but Taylor catches him around and waist and tries to talk him down, now screaming: "HE DIDN'T MEAN IT, BROCK! HE DIDN'T MEAN IT"! Chants of "FUCK HIM UP BROO-OCK, FUCK HIM UP" **CLAP, CLAP** are now moving around the arena as now The Hand steps into the mix, squaring off with the angry Brock. COLE Things beginning to heat up in Taylor's camp! We've got dissention between Brock Ausstin and Chris Bryte... CABOOSE Michael, don't try to blow things out of proportion! There's no dissention between Brock and Chris Bryte. All this is a friendly little debate... COLE Friendly little debate my ass! These men are about to come to blows! The Illuminators look on in the distance as Brock tries to get at Bryte, who, standing conveniently behind The Hand, just waves him on. Taylor is desperately trying to keep Brock from going after Bryte, now reminding Brock that "I'm paying you"! Frustrated, Brock shoves Taylor away and hops to the outside, getting a negative response from the crowd. Taylor follows him out and tries to convince him to stay, but Brock shrugs him off and starts back up the ramp to the locker room. BRYTE Let him go, Unc. Let him go! Taylor turns and looks up at Bryte with despair in his eyes, then turns back to Brock, who reaches the stage and disappears through the locker room curtains. Chants of "WE WANT PAN-THER" start up toward the right of the arena, bringing a smile to Bryte's face in the ring! BRYTE Oh, don't even start that Atlanta! I said last week that can't wait til Panther gets back from injury, because when he does, I promise that I'm gonna show (pointing Brock's direction) that ingrateful piece of garbage just what it means to end somebody's career! And as for you, Rodez, your ass and your belt belong to me!!! Bryte throws the mic down as "It's Goin Down" starts up over the PA system. Bryte quickly exits the ring, being met by Taylor once he reaches the outside. The two appear to be arguing as The Hand and the Illuminators head to the floor as well. COLE Man...what a situation that was. Chris Bryte will lock up with Leon Rodez tonight in what I'm sure will be a spectacular match, and fans, that's not all. I've been told that via satellite, we're gonna hear from Panther and Tina! The scene cuts to a nightclub in Philly, where Panther and Tina are seen seated in a booth, surrounded by dozens of raucous fans. They sign a few autographs as in the arena, the fans pop when their images appear on the Angletron. COLE There they are. Panther and Tina! We'll hear from them a little later on, fans! Don't you dare go away! The HeldDown logo flashes, as we cut to another shot backstage... “Shhhhh…he’s coming!” “SHHHHH!!” “Sorry.” CLICK! “SURPRISE!!!!!” “Oh you have got to be kidding me…” Zack Malibu enters his dressing room and finds himself in the middle of a “birthday bash” courtesy of Chris and James! Chris sits on one bench, twirling a noisemaker and opening packages as James stands across the room, trying in vain to set up a “Pin The Tail On The Donkey” game. “What the hell? Are those MINE!” Zack rushes toward James and pulls the package from his hands, searching for a label. He seems to find what he is looking for, and his head drops. Chris, on the other hand, is decidedly chipper. “Give me that! It’s my birthday!” “…but…but…it’s MY birthday!” “AWESOME! Can we be birthday pals?” ….. ….. “No.” “Come on, I’m just screwing with ya! We know it’s your birthday and we got you a gift!” “Oh really?” “Of course! Open it!” James throws a present towards Zack, who catches it and immediately tears the wrapping paper off, and finding himself… “The Best of Alfdogg Volume 3???” “Yeah, sorry…1 and 2 were in the garb…I mean, sold out. Yeah.” “This is…well, this is just great…really. Wait a second, what the hell is ON this thing anyway?” “You’ve never seen it? In this volume, Alfdogg teaches everyone how to draw on a board. Concept art or something. I don’t want to give away the ending, but it involves a lot of fire and Stephen Joseph saving the board.” James piques up. “He seems to do that a lot. Maybe for his birthday we should buy him a Home Depot gift card or something. He needs to start throwing those boards away. Is he building a lob cabin?” “I think he might have said something about that on HeldDown a few weeks ago!” Zack stares at the two as they chatter back and forth, both getting deeper and deeper into the log cabin story. “Yeah! I remember! He wanted to put a hot-tub in there, and his very own wrestling ring, and a …” “SHUUUUT UP!” Malibu screams, and the two boys nearly fall from their seats. Zack huffs and puffs and points to his door. “GET….OUT….NOW!” “…but…” “HOW DARE YOU TRY AND BRING UP STEPHEN JOSEPH ON MY BIRTHDAY!! I HAD A TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCE AND HERE YOU ARE MAKING LIGHT OF IT AND HOW…DARE…YOU!!!!” Zack fumes, and the boys take their cue to run off, narrowly avoiding the wrath of the former World Champion as he slams his lockerroom door and goes to sit down next to his clothes, still holding the gift in his hands. He chuckles slightly. “Best of Alfdogg….shyeah right.” HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZACK!! *cut to commercial* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted December 17, 2004 COLE We're back here tonight on HeldDOWN~! Michael Cole alongside Da Coach... COACH BOO-YAH! COLE ...and Caboose... CABOOSE (Clotheslines Coach) COLE ...that was mean. CABOOSE Ahh lick me! COLE ...don't tempt me. Anyway, fans, it's been quite a night so far...still much more to come, and right now, as promised earlier on, we have via satellite from Philadelphia none other than Panther and Tina. The words "VIA SATELLITE" appear in white letters in the upper left hand corner of the screen as we cut back to the nightclub in Philly, where Panther and Tina are seated at a table. Both are visible from the waist up, Panther in a black fitted cap with his new "Panther's way" logo stitched on the front, an unbuttoned black denim jacket with a yellow and black button up shirt underneath. Tina's got her hair pulled back into a ponytail, and is wearing a red blouse as well as a pair of medically perscribed sunglasses due to her recent surgery. The group of fans surrounding the booth cheer wildly once they realize they're on air, and chants of "PAN-THER, PAN-THER" fill both the club and the arena in Atlanta, bringing a smile to Panther's face. COLE Panther, Tina, can you hear us? PANTHER I hear you Mikey. What's good? COLE Well...I dunno whether or not you've been paying attention to what's been going on tonight, but earlier tonight, we saw a confrontation between perhaps your two most hated rivals, Brock Ausstin and Chris Bryte. PANTHER (snickers) I saw it, Cole. COLE Well...what are your thoughts on that situation? PANTHER Well Cole, I'm sitting back here watching these two...they're sitting up there fighting over who's responsible for taking me out. Well I'm not The Rock, but as far as I'm concerned...IT DOESN'T MATTER who's responsible, because the fact of the matter is that as soon as I'm cleared to return, Chris Bryte, Brock Ausstin and everybody in that whole damn group is gonna have hell to pay, and you damn sure better believe that THAT'S THE FUCKING TRUTH! The crowd pops for Panther's catchphrase. Another "Panther" chant starts up in the background, but the chants die down once Panther raises his right hand to silence them. COLE Now...speaking of the injuries, how are you feeling after Thanksgiving Star Wars? We know that you had a concussion going into the show after being powerbombed off the stage by Brock Ausstin about a month ago. That injury was, of course, aggravated by Brock's attack during the match, not to mention the post-match attack by Chris Bryte and The Hand. Moreover, you also suffered a minor rib injury after a hard shot from The Hand. Just how are you doing and when can we expect you back? PANTHER Cole, lemme tell you, this injury I've got right now is nothing I haven't experienced before. I've had injuries 10 times worse than this in the past...I've taken worse ass kicking than the one I took at Thanksgiving Star Wars, and as you can see that those weren't able to stop me, and neither will this. As far as when I can come back...if it was up to me, personally, I'd be right there in that arena tonight doing what I do best, and that's serving up one of those oh so famous Champion of Champions-style ass whoopings. (crowd pops) But unfortunately, Watts has yet to give either of us medical clearance to return, so basically I've got no say on when I can come back. You've gotta talk to the doctors and you've gotta talk to the Board of Directors about that. COLE I see. Now-- PANTHER Wait a minute, Cole. Sorry to cut you off, but I've got something I need to say. Now last week, Chris Bryte comes out on TV trying to sound like a tough guy...talking about how he took it easy on me before. He talks all this garbage about how he's no longer got love for me...how he no longer respects me. Well frankly, Cole, I just wanna let Chris Bryte and the whole world know that I can give a rat's ass what Chris Bryte thinks of me! (crowd pops) He says he's intent on ending my career as if that's supposed to scare me. As if I'm supposed to be worried! Well Bryte man, don't get it confused: I don't fear you or anything that you're capable of doing! See, unlike you, Bryte, I don't run and I don't hide! You wanna try and end my career, well then I say go ahead and try it! I welcome the challenge...and as a matter of fact Bryte, since you seem to be so intent on getting your hands on me, how about we do this...and Bill Watts, you listen up to. When I'm cleared to return...not a month later, not a few weeks later, not even a few days later! As soon as I'm cleared to return and not a day sooner, I WANT A MATCH WITH CHRIS BRYTE! (crowd pops) I want him one-on-one, no Taylor, no Tina, no Hand, no Illuminators, no outsiders whatsoever! I want Chris Bryte one-on-one in that ring and once and for all, we're gonna settle this thing like men! COLE Wow. Panther making the challenge to Chris Bryte for a match upon his return. Will Chris Bryte accept... PANTHER If he's got a set of nuts in that body of his, he'll accept, because one way or another, I plan on bringing this shit to an end once I get back! And as for you, Brock Ausstin...again, don't think for one second that I'm done with your ass either. Talk all you want about how you're responsible for taking me out! You and everybody else knows that if Bryte didn't get involved I had you beat at Thanksgiving Star Wars! It's not over between me and you, Brock, and like I said going in, it won't be over until I pin your shoulders to the mat for the 1-2-3! See, all of you jackasses can run your mouths about what you've done to me, what you plan on doing to me, and in the end it really doesn't even matter. Because as always, in the OAOAST and anywhere on God's green earth, there's no right way, there's no wrong way, there's only the Panther's Way--and Philly (crowd pops) let 'em know... CROWD THERE CAN'T BE ANY OTHER WAY!!!!! PANTHER Damn right! COLE Thank you for joining us, Panther. Hopefully, we'll see him back in the ring real soon, and hopefully we'll see that match between he and Chris Bryte. I can't wait for the official word on that one. They cut to a grainy, low quality black and white video in which The Mad Cappa stands in front of it. "Bill, Bill, Bill. Why is it that I have to resort to making videos just to make appearances on this show? Huh? Why is that you didn't have me booked for tonight? Huh? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You will never get me off this show if it's the last thin......." *The feed cuts to solid color bars and quickly shifts to a commercial break.* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted December 17, 2004 COLE Welcome back to the action here on HeldDOWN~! fans. The OAOAST is nearing the end of the year, and this December we're proud to present our final PPV extravaganza of 2004, Climax. Already announced for this event is... All of a sudden, "Getting Away With Murder" is cued up, leaving the announce team befuddled, and Cole a little perturbed at the interruption. CABOOSE Here comes the birthday boy! Caboose is wrong, however, as instead of Zack Malibu making his way out, it's his two partners in the newly formed Original Elite, Dan Black and Tony "The Body". The duo known the world over as Black T come down to the ring, both dressed sharply in black suits with the OAOAST World Tag Team Titles hung over their shoulders. CABOOSE Perhaps the greatest tag team in OAOAST history, and two thirds of our World Tag Team Champions. COACH My head hurts doing that math. As the music fades, Dan Black motions for Michael Buffer to bring him a microphone, and gets one from the famed announcer. BLACK Ladies, gentlemen, fans worldwide...today is not just any other day. This show is not like any other that precedes it. Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, we pay homage to a man who has carved his name into the stone of the wrestling business, and created a company with pride, determination, blood, sweat, tears, and one of the sharpest minds this business has ever seen. He is a former two time OAOAST World Champion. He has held the 24/7 Championship, and perhaps most importantly, he is currently one third of the OAOAST World Tag Team Champions alongside myself and T-Bod. So, without further hesitation, I present to you tonight...he is the savior, he is The Franchise of the OAOAST, and one of only three men who can lay claim to being The Original Elite...accompanied by the lovely, sexy and simply gorgeous Candie...give it up for ZAAAAAAAAAAACK MAAALLLIBUUUUUUUU! The crowd would rather throw up it would seem, as wave of jeers comes over the crowd once "Getting Away With Murder" is cued up for a second time. Zack Malibu and Candie walk out onto the entrance ramp, holding hands, with Candie looking especially striking in a pink skirt and black halter top. Malibu, dressed to the nines as per usual for the Pissed Off Prep, chuckles as his cohorts applaud him from in the ring. COLE So is this yet another in the long line of Malibu lovefests? COACH Damn Mikey, stop thinking so pervertedly. COLE What...I...and YOU'RE one to talk? Malibu steps through the ropes, and embraces both his partners. Black hands over his OAOAST World Tag Title to co-holder Malibu, who storms the corner and climbs the ropes, raising the belt up high. CABOOSE Look at this man, the way he's beaming. It's nice to see a smile on his face for once, considering what that supertramp put him through earlier this year. COACH You mean my babyg... CABOOSE Yeah I mean her, don't spank it near me, bucko. Candie kisses both Black T members on the cheek and claps as Malibu paces the ring, posing for the fans and basking in the adulation that only he seems to see, as the crowd is ragging on him quite clearly. In fact, once the music fades, an all too familiar chant breaks loose, filling the arena. "YOU TAPPED OUT!" "YOU TAPPED OUT!" "YOU TAPPED OUT!" "YOU TAPPED OUT!" "YOU TAPPED OUT!" MALIBU Nice try folks, but the only thing being tapped tonight is a keg, and maybe some of that ass, right babygirl! Malibu offers a playful pat on the bum to Candie, as the birthday boy is unusually gleeful. MALIBU First of all, I'd like to thank Dan and T-Bod doing this for me, showing me what loyalty really means. You see, no one in this company knows what loyalty is. BLACK Certainly not Calvin Szechstein. T-BOD Or Hoff. MALIBU Or you people out there, filling the stands, and watching me from the comfort of your living room or the local sports bar. You see, I pride myself on being loyal, I really do. And it pains me to think that all of you, even close confidants like Calvin would think that I'd be even remotely invovled in putting the rookie superstar Hoff, my Hoff-Stepper on the shelf. You people, the same fans who stood behind me as I took out all the people you wanted gone, have gone in another direction. Let's recap, shall we? Earlier this year, you started cheering a man named Sly Sommers. Sly "THE SLY" Sommers. Or "Bryan Sommers" if you're going to use his legal name like all the "smart kids" are doing. Why? Because he was a cheap second rate version of myself? Because he was the rookie sensation going up against the established veteran? You know, it doesn't matter what reason you found to cheer him, because I punked his ass out this spring. Then it grew, and grew. You people...you really started to loathe me. To hate me. To boo me...ME! The man who made all this possible! If it wasn't for me, the Bryants and Leon Rodez would be doing backflips off trampolines. If it wasn't for me, people like Hoff would have never had a chance to shine! If it wasn't for me, Crystal... Malibu pauses, as the uttering of her name brings his blood to a boil. MALIBU ...that bitch. That cold, evil bitch, in plain English! The Female Phenom? Please...you people are such fly by nighters it's not even funny. Because she was something new? Because she's got a set of tits? People, if you're judging talent based on looks and figure, then my girl right here would be the UNDISPUTED World Champion! Take a look at her! Except you Coachman...I know what you do when you look at women, and I don't want my babygirl becoming one of your pud-pulling fantasies! Dan and Tony laugh, while Zack stands in front of Candie, blocking her view from Da Coach. COACH What did I do? CABOOSE Nothing, and no one. That was his point. MALIBU Now, let me continue on with... Now it's Malibu's turn to be interrupted, as an all too familiar speech blares through the sound system. "In a world full of posers, phonies, and pure wannabe's..." The fans ERUPT, as "Make Her Say" kicks in, and Scotty Static and Johnny Jackson come charging through the curtain! COLE The Global Party eXchange! CABOOSE Master of the obvious, Cole. Johnny and Scotty pose for the crowd, working them up, before Scotty shows himself to have a mic. SCOTTY Yo, Malibu, we just wanted to... Scotty hesitates for a moment, as he scans the crowd, and smiles as his ears open up, letting the sound of the crowd fill his head with their chanting. "GPX!" "GPX!" The Original Elite stand incensed in the ring, and Malibu goes to exit and go after GPX, but is pulled back. SCOTTY Like I was saying, birthday boy...you're talking a big game. All I have to say is that you'd better be able to keep up with your mouth work-wise, now that you're another year older. MALIBU Another year older? I'm 24, you putz. I'm not some past his prime, rundown, broken down dilapitated...WHOO! kissass whose only claim to fame is what he did years earlier. I'm a star, tried and true, a bigger star than the two of you combined will ever be, so why don't you just... JACKSON Whoa whoa WHOA, Malibu! We didn't come out here for this. In fact, a few of us got together and decided to get you a little gift. Me, Scotty, Josh, and an old friend of yours decided to put this together. Hey Leon, you ready? COLE Leon? Rodez? CABOOSE You know any other Leon's? The crowd pops as the cornerstone of the X Division comes out, ALSO holding a mic. COACH What is this, open mic night? ZING~! RODEZ Hey Zack, it's me...remember the guy who you made "prove himself" to you when the odds were stacked against him? Well, I figured that tonight, I'd let bygones be bygones, and prove how much we think you mean to this company. Josh, are you ready? After Rodez's cue, JOSH MATTHEWS comes out, pushing a huge birthday cake down the aisle! Immediately Dan and Tony exit the ring, walking up the aisle to block Josh's path. MALIBU Oh no, no no no. What do you take me for, an idiot? Who've you got in there Rodez, huh? Crystal? Sly? That effeminate freak Northstar? What's up your sleeve now? Dan and Tony push Matthews out of the way, and start smashing through the cake, covering their expensive suits in frosting and chocolate. Eventually, they beat the cake down to the bare beginnings, showing that nothing and no one was inside. They turn to Zack, who is just as perplexed as they are, when all of a sudden... CABOOSE Cole, who the hell just hopped the railing? Malibu and Candie have their back to this person, but the crowd pop is huge as this familiar face looks out to the crowd, winds up, and delivers a swift kick below Zack's belt! ALIX SPEZIA IS BACK ON HELDDOWN~! COACH OUCH! Malibu goes down in a heap, and as Black T try to rush back to the ring, they're held back in the aisleway by the GPX, Rodez, and even Matthews tries getting a piece! As the four on two odds overcome the legendary team, Candie turns to see what happened to her beau, and spears Alix to the mat... CAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! The crowd roars as the two girls roll around, and Alix gets to her feet, bringing Candie up with her. She holds Malibu's girlfriend in a front facelock, prepearing her for God knows what, until the former World Champion has recovered, and spins her around...FALLING STAR...NO! LEON RODEZ PULLS ALIX OUT OF THE RING AND MAKES THE SAVE! CABOOSE What the hell...these ingrates have ruined Zack Malibu's birthday! Alix, Leon, GPX and Josh all back up the aisle, hugging and smiling at the chaos that has just ensued. The two other cake covered members of T.O.E. head back to the ring, trying to hold and infuriated Malibu back, not wanting their partner to pop a blood vessel in his rage, especially on his birthday. COLE Fans...that was unbelievable! I don't know if we can top it tonight, but we're sure gonna try, as HeldDOWN~! is back after this! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted December 17, 2004 BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest on HeldDown is set for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by "The Ice Heart" Dan Black and the Farmer of Champions, Jivin' J.R., from Hollywood U.S.A., weighing 292 pounds, he's simply ravishing...he is T-BOD! His black and silver robe sparkling under the arena lights, T-Bod walks down the aisle with a swagger, hands firmly placed on his hips as "Quiet" plays. Dan Black follows behind as he spends sometime jawing with hecklers ringside, while Jivin' J.R., well behind Black T, carries the halliburton case that stores the HI-YAH International tag team championships. And seemingly for no reason is wearing a monocle as well. COLE As T-Bod makes his way to the ring for this one-on-one encounter with Dr. Max Anderson, I'd like to welcome our special guest commentator, Jesse "The Body" Ventura. Jesse, a lot of things going down behind the scenes as I've just been informed Bill Watts has fined Jim Cornette Enterprises an undisclosed amount of money and suspended the New New Midnight Express until Climax. Clearly the Board of Directors have had enough of Cornette's games, Jess. VENTURA Undisclosed amount of money? This isn't some third world country, Cole. The public has the right to know. I bet Watts pocketed all the dough, that's why he ain't tellin' how much he fined J.C.E. And what does Watts have against Corny and his crew? Can't he just let the guy manage? COLE Have you even seen what Cornette and the New New Midnight Express since they arrived in the Summer of this year? They've sneaked attack Hell's Hitmen on a number of occasions, not to mention abusing various OAOAST officials. VENTURA If Hell's Hitmen were comin' after me, yeah, I'd do some preemptive strikes to protect my men. He booked the Midnights in a first blood match at Climax, and has assigned a special enforcer for that match. Watts is running this place like some dictatorship. COLE I don't buy that at all. Anyway, fans, let me remind you that next week on HeldDOWN, we'll be airing a match that took place right before Thanksgiving Star Wars involving JINGUS and "Narcissistic" Ned. You saw clips of that at TSW but now you'll be able to see the entire match next week on HeldDOWN. Things became very chaotic in that match. Once in the ring, T-Bod stands dead center, staring right into the camera as he slowly removes his elegant robe, then does the famous "Ravishing" Rick Rude hip swivel in tribute of the late, great former champion. VENTURA Check out those abdominals, Cole. "Ravishing" Rick must be beaming with pride. COLE Unfortunately T-Bod shares the same arrogant characteristics. VENTURA Those "arrogant characteristics" brought them both success. Remember when T-Bod was playing up to the fans? Where did that get him? Nowhere. It wasn't until he lost his Career vs. Respect match to The Superstar at AngleMania II that he woke up and realized the fans' cheers don't mean nothin'. BUFFER And his opponent. From Chicago, Illinois, accompanied to the ring by his tag team partner, Dr. Steven Pigley, and Dr. Feelgood, weighing 232 pounds, DR. MAX ANDERSON! The 3 doctors soak in the cheers of the crowd as they all head to the ring. The Love Doctors stop in front of some female fans and slowly remove their doctors coats, revealing Dr. Max's red trunks with "M.D." written on the back, as they bump and grind to the music of "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS. COLE I talked with The Love Doctors earlier this afternoon, getting a feel on how they were doing before their biggest match of their lives at Climax, and they told me they've come up with a new double-team maneuver -- courtesy of Dr. Feelgood -- called Strong Medicine. They wouldn't give me anymore details, only saying we'd know it when we see it. Obviously the challengers are playing some mind games with the HI-YAH International tag team champions before their match at Climax. VENTURA Wait a minute, Cole. Don't the Docs have a reality show on Oxygen? COLE As a matter of fact, yes, they do. "Dr. Windy City" airs every Sunday at 10 p.m. eastern on Oxygen. VENTURA Then why is their new double-team move named after a Lifetime drama? Shouldn't it be called the Sunday Night Sex Show or somethin'? I oughta start calling 'em Dr. Stowe and Dr. Delgado from now on then. The only difference being one set of doctors are hot, the other two are not. And everybody knows which set of doctors aren't hot. COLE (chuckling) You really don't like Dr. Anderson and Dr. Pigley, do you? I'm not one to correct others, but your insult towards The Love Doctors is inaccurate. Dr. Stowe was replaced by Dr. Campbell, played by the mother from "Home Improvement", a few years ago. You remember "Home Improvement," don't you? VENTURA You know, Michael Cole, it's fitting that you'd know so much about a show airing on Lifetime, women's television. COLE Hey! You were the one who knew the names of the-- VENTURA Don't start with me, Cole. I may be long retired, but I still pack one helluva punch. The reason why I don't like the Docs -- and I don't like you, either! -- is because they've unfairly targeted Black T. I mean, what's their beef with them? They don't got one. This is between Dr. Feelgood and Black T. She fell in love with Dan and T-Bod, who were only asking for a favor... COLE A favor that got her fired! VENTURA She found a job. It ain't my fault T-Bod and Dan great-lookin' guys. If I were a woman, I'd want them too. But those are two studs who can't be tamed, Michael Cole, so the ladies should just take the magical night they'd have with Black T rather than wanting to have a relationship. * DING DING DING * Dr. Anderson and T-Bod share some unkind remarks as they have a midring stare-down. T-Bod fires the first shot -- but his right hand is blocked by Anderson. Anderson hammers away on the 6'6", 292 pounder, rocking him against the ropes. Dr. Max whips T-Bod to the ropes. BACK BODYDROP. He follows that up with a rapid succession of armdrags. T-Bod catches Max with a quick kick to the midsection, momentarily stunning the larger member of The Love Doctors. T-Bod goes for a scoope slam, but Max floats over the top, spins T-Bod around and nails him with a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX. 1... 2... KICKOUT! T-Bod hightails it out of the ring, where he meets with Dan Black and Jivin' J.R. Dr. Anderson playfully points at Dan Black, basically saying that Northern Lights Suplex was for him (a move Dan loves to utilize). Anderson slingshots himself over the top rope and crashes down on Black T and Jivin' J.R. with a crossbody block. Dr. Max tosses T-Bod back into the ring as he climbs to the top. T-Bod slowly rises to his feet, and when he turns around... FLYING CROSSBODY BLOCK! But T-Bod manages to roll through. He grabs a handful of tights. 1... 2... KICKOUT! T-Bod immediately gets back to his feet and connects with a big-time clothesline. The artist formerly known as Tony "The Body" rolls Dr. Anderson on his stomach, then repeatedly drives the forearm into the back of the neck. Obviously Tony's setting up Dr. Max for either the Rude Awakening or Attitude Adjustment piledriver. T-Bod hits the ropes and drops the knee across the neck of Anderson. One more time for good measure. T-Bod stands over his fallen opponent and flexes his biceps before swiveling his hips. VENTURA You gotta love it, Cole. The traps, the pecs, the biceps -- all perfect. COLE Don't you think he should be paying more attention to his opponent rather than posing? VENTURA T-Bod's got the match under control, he can do whatever he pleases. COLE Tell me, Jess -- how does a guy get that big? VENTURA ... Eating right, working out and lots of sleep. Believe you me, he ain't Barry Bonds. T-Bod's all natural. Dr. Pigley and Dr. Feelgood rally the fans behind Dr. Anderson. Dan Black and Jivin' J.R. mockingly root for Dr. Max as well. T-Bod has Anderson's head placed between his thighs. He lifts Dr. Anderson up and then falls on his BUTT, driving Max headfirst into the canvas. ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT PILEDRIVER! "That's it," exclaims T-Bod, who nonchalantly covers Dr. Anderson, raising one finger for every count referee Mickey Jay makes. 1... 2... 3-- KICKOUT! T-Bod places his hands over his head, he knows that weak cover could come back to haunt him. T-Bod rams his forearm into the side of Dr. Anderson's face. Dr. Max whipped to the corner. T-Bod charges after him, but Dr. Anderson moves out of the way, sending T-Bod crashing into the turnbuckle. Waistlock. GERMAN SUPLEX! INTO A BRIDGE! 1... 2... KICKOUT! SMALL PACKAGE! 1... 2... ANOTHER KICKOUT! Anderson ducks a punch and counters it into a BACKSLIDE. 1... 2... T-BOD JUST SLIPS AWAY! Tony with a knee to the gut. RUDE AWAKENING! Dan and J.R. celebrate on the outside, Dr. Pigley and Dr. Feelgood look on with concern. 1... 2... SHOULDER UP! HUGE POP! COLE Yeah, yeah! He kicked out of the Rude Awakening! T-Bod argues that Mickey Jay's count was too slow. Mickey is saying no, Dr. Anderson got his shoulder up. SCHOOL BOY! 1... 2.. KICKOUT! COLE T-Bod got caught by surprise there. Single-leg takedown. Lateral press. 1... 2... KICKOUT! Dr. Max bounces off the ropes, ducks a clothesline, but is caught on the rebound with the OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE (Spinebuster) -- No, Dr. Anderson countered it into a SWINGING DDT! 1... 2... BLACK PLACES T-BOD'S FOOT ON THE ROPES! Dr. Pigley and Dr. Feelgood tell Mickey Jay Dan Black put T-Bod's foot on the ropes. Jay asks Black if that's true and of course, Dan tells the truth -- "No." LOW BLOW! T-Bod with a low blow. Fireman Carry into a pin. Mickey goes down to count. COLE No, not like this. VENTURA All's fair in love and war, Michael Cole. 1... 2... KICKOUT! MASSIVE POP! "SHIIIIIT," T-Bod shouts. Tony pounds the side of Dr. Anderson's face with vicious forearm shots. Max sent into the ropes. T-Bod's calling for his spinebuster. He's got Anderson up in the bearhug and is set to turn and slam all his weight down on him, but Tony puts Max back down on his feet because he felt Dr. Anderson was prepared to counter with that swinging DDT he used earlier. THUMB TO THE EYE! VENTURA That's cheatin', Cole! COLE All's fair in love and war, remember, Jess? KICK, PILEDRIVER! COLE Dr. Anderson just hit T-Bod with one of his own moves -- the Attitude Adjustment piledriver. Max drags T-Bod to the corner, where he proceeds to climb to the top rope. "One 450 Splash coming up," says Michael Cole. Once Dr. Anderson is on the top, Dan Black reaches for his ankles, trying to shove Dr. Max off. * BOOM * Dr. Pigley knocks Black down with a fist to the jaw. Jivin' J.R. sneaks up behind Dr. Steven Pigley with the halliburton case cocked back, but DR. FEELGOOD hits Mr. Jive with a KARATE KICK to the back of the head. Black and J.R. are down. Dr. Pigley and Dr. Feelgood watch on as Dr. Anderson dives off the top like an Olympic diver. T-Bod MOVES OUT OF THE WAY, but Dr. Max LANDS ON HIS FEET! T-Bod lunges at him with a clothesline, but Max steps away and T-Bod goes chestfirst into the top turnbuckle. Dr. Anderson attempts to whip T-Bod into the opposite corner, but T-Bod reverses the Irish whip and sends Dr. Anderson back into the corner where he catches him with THE OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE SPINEBUSTER! VENTURA Oh! 1... 2... 3! * DING DING DING DING * COLE What a match! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match, T-BOD! After the booing of the decision is over, the fans give both men a standing ovation for one helluva match. Dr. Pigley and Dr. Feelgood join Dr. Anderson in the ring; Anderson is slumped against the second turnbuckle. Meanwhile, Dan and Jivin' J.R. slide an exhausted T-Bod out of the ring and raise his arm in victory as they head to the back. COLE When we return from break, Jesse "The Body" Ventura will be interviewing Black T. Stay tuned. HeldDOWN~! returns after this quick timeout. COMING IN MARCH 2005 ANGLEMANIA IV Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted December 17, 2004 (edited) Wearing a leather jacket and blue jeans, Jesse "The Body" Ventura is standing by with Black T in the locker room area. The sweat dripping down his muscular tanned chest, T-Bod wipes his forehead with the towel around his neck and then takes a drink of his bottled watter before capping it back up. Black T have the OAOAST and HI-YAH tag titles drapped over his shoulders. Jivin' J.R. stands in the background eating a jelly-donut. VENTURA Jesse "The Body" here with the co-holders of the OAOAST World tag team championship and current HI-YAH International tag team champions, Black T, along with the Farmer of Champions, Jivin' J.R. Moments ago, T-Bod defeated Dr. Max Anderson in a match that went back-and-forth. This is the second time in two weeks Black T have scored big singles victories against their opponents at Climax -- The Love Doctors. T-BOD The world just saw what makes The Original Elite great, Jesse. We don't need to travel around in numbers. The 4 Horsemen needed to travel around in numbers. The Dangerous Alliance needed to travel around in numbers. The nWo needed to travel around in numbers. Evolution travels around in numbers, but Evolution...they aren't even on par with such legendary stables as the Horsemen or Dangerous Alliance. Hell, they aren't even on par with the bWo. The groups I just mentioned included some of the biggest names this business has ever known. Ric Flair, Arn and Ole Anderson, Tully Blanchard, "Ravishing" Rick Rude, Steve Austin, "Beautiful" Bobby Eaton, Hulk Hogan...the list goes on and on. In other words, it's gonna take one helluva team to dethrone us. BLACK We're not oblivious to the fact the competition in the tag team division has grown tremendously since our debut in May. The current tag scene is filled with such teams as the Global Party XChange, the New New Midnight Express, Hell's Hitmen, The Saints, and The Love Doctors. Yes, those teams are great, but Black T is 100 levels above them because we are THE ELITE tag team in wrestling today. Name another team who can say they've held the OAOAST World and HI-YAH International tag team titles -- the two richest prizes in tag team wrestling -- at the same time; you couldn't do it. The Love Doctors can make all the noise they want about this "mystery move" they've concocted with that vindictive bitch, Dr. Feelgood... What is it that they are calling it? VENTURA Strong Medicine. T-BOD You watch Lifetime, Jesse? Hey, like a gay person -- there's nothing wrong with that. The ladies love a man in touch with his feminine side. VENTURA Absolutely, champ. BLACK This--This "Strong Medicine" won't be a match for the move that has put away every team we've faced -- 3-B, the Black Body Bag! Understand this, you underachieving tarts: Greed is good. And right now, we stand before you as the greatest tag team alive today. Dr. Max Anderson and Dr. Steven Pigley, we don't care how good you've been this year, you're not receiving a belated Christmas gift at Climax. Good luck. God knows you'll need it. T-BOD Season's beatings, boys! T-Bod puckers up to the camera as Black T and Jivin' J.R. leave the camera's view. VENTURA There you have it -- the champs say they'll retain the HI-YAH International tag team championship at Climax. I feel sorry for Dr. Stowe and Dr. Delgado, because they're time of death is set for Sunday, December 26th, at Climax. And Black T have the Black Body Bag reserved for two. Be sure to join me next time as I make references to "Reading Rainbow." 'Til then, let's go back for more action, here on TSM. Edited December 17, 2004 by Hoff Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted December 17, 2004 BUFFER The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall! The arena lights dim as "It's Goin' Down" hits the PA system once more. A blue hue covers the white strobe lights begin to flash at the entrance. Watch them flee... Watch them flee... Wa..Wa...Watch them flee [hip hop hits] *SCRATCH, SCRATCH** And you do it like this... The locker room curtains swing open and the crowd unleashes a swarm of boos as Chris Bryte struts out from the locker room. In addition to his trademark black shades, he's also wearing a hooded vest; it's blue, about thigh-length and made of silk with "CHRIS BRYTE" stitched on the back in silver lettering. With both Kevin Yancy Taylor and The Hand following closely behind, Bryte starts down the ramp, taking the time to taunt some of the fans at ringside along the way. BUFFER Introducing first, hailing from Topeka, Kansas and weighing in at 175 pounds! He is accompanied to the ring by THE HAND~! as well as his uncle and media representative...KEVIN YANCY TAYLOR! This individual prides himself on being the BRYTEST RISING STAR IN THE GAME, and is making his in-ring return to the OAOAST...CHRRRRRRIIIIISS...BRRRRRYYYYYYYTE!!!!! Bryte raises his arms into the air, getting more heel heat from the capacity crowd. He slides into the ring and The Hand follows closely behind, pulling himself onto the apron and stepping over the top rope. Meanwhile, a giddy Taylor makes his way around the ring and starts toward Sofa Central. COLE Kevin Yancy Taylor...oh, don't tell me he's headed over here! CABOOSE I think he is, Cole. A smiling Taylor approaches the announce table, pulling what looks to be a frisbee from his his sportscoat as he draws near. A closer look at the frisbee reveals that Crystal's face is printed on the front. Coach immediately springs from his chair, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. COACH MY BABYGURRRRRRL~! TAYLOR That's right! Here boy! Here! *whistles* Coach lunges for the frisbee, only to have Taylor pull it just out of reach. Coach is undaunted however, and with Taylor dangling the frisbee before his eyes, he makes another lunge for it, only to have it pulled out of reach yet again. With a big smirk on his face, Taylor shows Coach the frisbee one more time, making sure he gets a good look at Crystal's picture before turning and launching it into the crowd. Like a madman, Coach darts after the frisbee, letting loose a loud "BOOO-YAAAAAAH!" as he hurdles the guardrails and heads into the stands. The crowd boos once more as Taylor grabs Coach's headset and takes a seat on the sofa right next to Caboose. TAYLOR Greetings Michael Cole! Caboose...always a pleasure! CABOOSE Same here! It's great to finally be able to have a World-class broadcast journalist out here to work with for a change! COLE Yeah...just what we need, Kev! TAYLOR I agree! You, of all people, Cole, could stand to learn a thing or two from Kevin Yancy Taylor. CABOOSE Definitely! I've been telling him that for years. Oh...and I must commend you on the way you handled Coach out here a second ago! That was GENIUS! Pure genius! COLE Well what brings you over here tonight, Kevin? To what do we owe the pleasure? TAYLOR Oh, believe me Cole., the pleasure is all yours! For you see, in just a few moments, we are going to witness the ascent to greatness of without a doubt one the future legends in this business. A Fall of Haimer in the making in my nephew Chris Bryte! And for such a momentous occasion Michael Cole, I'm simply out here to make sure that you and that walking testicle Johnathan Coachman don't ruin things! COLE Well rather than worrying about the commentary, I think that you and Chris Bryte need to be worried about what's taking place in the ring, because if there's anybody that's intent on ruining this occasion for Chris Bryte, it's THIS MAN... *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!" The crowd bounces along to the funky sounds of Kool And The Gang's "Jungle Boogie," and the crowd goes wild as Leon Rodez strolls out from the locker room. He's wearing his red and gold entrance robe and a nose guard on his face, the results of his Thanksgiving Star Wars match with The Mad Cappa. Still, the injury isn't enough to keep a smile off his face, and as camera flashbulbs go off around the arena, he raises the X-Division Title in his right hand, soaking up the cheers as he starts down the ramp to ringside. BUFFER And his opponent! He hails from Grand Rapids, Michigan and weighs in tonight at 208 pounds! He is the reigning OAOAST X-Division Champion...this is "SILKY SMOOOOOOOOOTH"...LEEEEEEEEOOOOON...ROOOOOOOODEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!! Another strong pop from the crowd as Leon continues his path to ringside, tagging the hands of the fans as he moves closer and closer to ringside. COLE What an ovation for Leon Rodez! TAYLOR Oh yeah, sure Cole! Of course they're gonna cheer him when he comes out here with that...THING on this face! CABOOSE Heh! I bet the only reason they're cheering is because they're happy he covered up that ugly face of his! TAYLOR Exactly, Caboose! Exactly! And to think the OAOAST has the gall to push this man as a sex symbol. As a teen idol! If you want to see a REAL sex symbol, then you look no further than my nephew Chris! I mean look at him...isn't he handsome?! Isn't he just delish?! HUH?! CABOOSE He sure is, Kev! I mean...if I were gay, I'd be all up in his area right about now! *snaps fingers* Mmmm-hmmm! Rodez climbs into the ring and hands his belt over the referee Charles Robinson before turning to the main camera and beginning to undo his robe. The ladies in the crowd begin to scream in anticipation, when-- BRYTE WAAAAAAIT!!!!!! WAIT! COLE What the hell?! The females boo as Bryte approaches Rodez and shoves him into the ropes, preventing him from removing the robe. Rodez looks on, perplexed as Bryte smiles and says "THIS IS HOW IT'S DONE"! COLE What the...what the hell is Chris Bryte doing? TAYLOR I'll tell ya what he's doing. He's preparing to give these women here in Atlanta a mass heart attack! Get the paramedics ready, folks, this is gonna be big! As Rodez looks on, Bryte slowly removes his vest, bumping and grinding, trying as best he can to sway the female fans in attendence. It doesn't work, however, and Bryte instead ends up getting boo'd out of the building. Angered by the response, Bryte throws the vest down and stomps the canvas. He then heads back to his corner, where he begins to argue with some of the ringside fans. COLE Not the response Chris Bryte was looking for from this crowd here in Atlanta! TAYLOR Oh, get that smile off your face, Cole! These tramps here in Atlanta obviously have no taste when it comes to men! COLE Rodez headed back out to the center of the ring, now, and it appears as if he's gonna show Bryte how it's done! Indeed. The ladies scream again as Leon strolls back out to the center of the ring and faces the camera, and after taking a second to crack his knuckles and pop his neck, he slowly begins to remove his robe, AND THE GIRLS GO CRAZY! The screams are deafening, unnerving Bryte to the point that he rushes up from behind and FLOORS Rodez with a knee to the back! COLE HEY! *DING DING DING* COLE The bell has sounded! Chris Bryte has just attacked Leon Rodez from behind...what a no good...cowardly attack that was by Bryte! And look at him go to work! He is all over Rodez! Bryte gets MASSIVE heat as he punches and stomps away on a fallen Rodez, leaving him lying facefirst on the mat. Bryte revels in the boos, raising his right hand into the and inviting more boos. He then lifts Rodez up by the hair and brings him over in a snap mare, connecting with a HARD kick to the lower back, followed by another kick to the chest that puts him flat on his back. Bryte then hits off the ropes and comes off with a power drive elbow right into Rodez's heart! Lateral press...1...2...NO! Rodez raises the shoulder at 2, at which point, Bryte drives the point of his elbow into Rodez's throat, drawing the admonishment of the official. REF ROBINSON C'MON CHRIS! BREAK IT UP! 1...2...3... Bryte releases on three and glares down at Rodez, breathing deep, rapid breaths through clinches teeth. Another handful of hair brings Rodez back to a standing position, at which point, Bryte bends him over and fires off a front kick right to the face guard that sends Leon upright, causing him to grasp for his nose. Bryte follows that up with a HARD knife edge chop that sends him back to the buckle, at which point, he follows him in with a charging forearm to the mask. Then, Bryte just starts ripping into Rodez, with chop... *CRACK* CROWD WHOOOO~! ...after chop... *CRACK* CROWD WHOOOOOO~! ...after CHOP! *CRACK* CROWD WHOOOOOOO~! COLE Chris Bryte is lighting up Leon Rodez with those hard knife edge chops! TAYLOR And what about that, Cole? Has he not missed a beat since being off, or what? Rodez clutches at his reddening chest as Bryte grabs his right arm and whips him toward the opposide buckle--BUT WAIT!!!!! Rodez manages to avoid the impact by baseball sliding across the mat! He quickly scrambles to his feet, just managing to duck an incoming Yakuza kick from the Bryte man! Bryte tries to come right back with a spinning backfist, but Rodez ducks that as well, then manages to block a series of kicks and punches that Bryte throws at his head and ribs. Rodez catches the last kick, and uses that to bring Bryte over with a dragon screw! With Bryte down on the mat, Rodez takes his right leg and tucks it under his armpit, trying to turn him over for what looks to be a half crab coming up. Bryte tries to fight it, but to no avail as Leon turns over onto his stomach and locks in an STF! The crowd pops big in the background as Bryte scratches and claws at the canvas, desperately trying to find a way of escape! COLE STF by Rodez! He's got it cinched in... TAYLOR GET TO THE ROPES, CHRIS!!!!! GET TO THE ROPES!!!!! YES!!! Bryte manages to squeeze his head free from Rodez's grasp and begin pulling himself forward. Rodez tries to regain control of the head, but Bryte's able to make it to the bottom rope. The crowd boos as Robinson calls for the break. REF. ROBINSON Break it up, Leon! 1...2... Rodez releases after two and the ref ushers him out to the center of the ring. A few of the ringside fans heckle Bryte as he slowly begins to return to his feet. COLE Leon able to weather Chris Bryte's onslaught and come right back with that STF, and what about that, Kevin? TAYLOR You mean what about that flagrant cheating from Leon Rodez?! I mean what the HECK?! The guy CLEARLY had a handful of Chris Bryte's tights! COLE Are you kidding me?! CABOOSE Don't try and deny it, Cole! I saw it with my own two eyes! Rodez clearly pulled Bryte's tights! TAYLOR What kind of man is Leon Rodez?! This is the type of man that the OAOAST wants to represent it as a champion?! C'mon Chris! Take him out! Chants of "Chris Bryte Sucks" start up as Bryte reaches a vertical base, serving only to incense him further. The frustrated Bryte runs his hands through his hair, then suddenly charges at Rodez with a full head of steam...only to be taken over in a DEEP arm-drag takedown by Rodez! Both men back to their feet, and Rodez bringing Bryte over in a side headlock takedown! Bryte shoulders are down for the count of 1...2...NO! Bryte forces his shoulder off the mat before the count of three. Bryte presses the palm of his left hand underneath Rodez's jaw, trying to force himself out of the hold, but Rodez maintains, leaning his weight in on Bryte and putting his shoulders back onto the mat for the count of 1...2...NO! Bryte raises the shoulder once more! "LEEEEET'S GO LEEEEEE-ON!!!!! *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP* LET'S GOOO LEEEEEEEE-OON!!!! *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP*" The crowd starts to get behind Leon once more as Bryte tries to combat the hold, again pressing his opened palm underneath Rodez's chin, and this time, he's able to force himself up to a knee. Rodez keeps the pressure on, but he's unable to prevent Bryte from pushing himself back to a standing position. Hoping to force a break, Bryte drives Rodez forward into the buckle, but Leon's one step ahead, managing to get his boots up and push off of the top turnbuckle, going up and over Bryte's head and landing on his feet behind him, where he RIPS into Bryte with a HARD knife-edge right between the shoulder blades! CROWD WHOOOOOO~! Bryte's stinging from the blow and turns to retaliate on Rodez, who immediately charges towards the opposite buckle. Bryte follows him in, which proves to be a mistake as Leon tips up off the top turnbuckle and twists his body around, managing to take Bryte over with a sunset flip! Shoulders are down... 1... 2... NO!!!! Bryte kicks out at the count of TWOOOOOOO~! Both men are quick to return to their feet, and Leon beats Bryte to the punch with another hard knife edge, this one to the chest! CROWD WHOOOOOOO~! Bryte tries to come back with one of his own, but Leon ducks underneath, and when Bryte's momentum brings him back around...he catches another HARD chop to the chest from the Silky Smooth One! CROWD WHOOOOO~! Now beginning to feel it, Rodez starts to unload on the Bryte man! *CRACK* CROWD WHOOOOOOOOO~! *CRACK* CROWD WHOOOOOOOOOO~! *CRACK* CROWD WHOOOOOOOOOOOO~! Three hard chops to the chest send Bryte reeling back into the ropes, a look of anguish etched on his face. Desperate to retaliate, Bryte makes another blind charge at Rodez, but Leon manages to duck Bryte's right hand and catch him square on the jaw with a left hand jab! Another! Another! Another! Taylor's distraught at Sofa Central! TAYLOR NO! NO! NO!!!! COLE Leon Rodez is owning Chris Bryte in that ring! And you know what we're about to see here! After the fifth jab, Rodez takes a moment to blow a kiss to the crowd, then leaps up and blasts Bryte with a backbrain kick to complete the sequence!!! COLE MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUUUUUUT!!!! CABOOSE CRAP! COLE CHRIS BRYTE IS DOWN! HE IS COMPLETELY OUT OF IT! Indeed! The force of the kick is enough to send Bryte tumbling into the ropes, at which point Rodez begins to pump his fist into the air, trying to rile the crowd up. It works, and with the crowd chanting "LEEEE-ON, LEEEEEE-ON!" at the top of their lungs, a groggy Chris Bryte pulls himself to his feet using the ropes... ...only to get ROCKED by a Rodez clothesline that sends him flying over the top rope to the outside. Leon bows and blows another kiss to the crowd, as the already deafening crowd noise somehow finds a way to go up another decible. TAYLOR This is CRAP!!!! Complete and utter CRAP!!!! COLE Leon Rodez is a house of fire in that ring, and Kevin Yancy Taylor is livid! TAYLOR Oh you're darn right I'm livid! This no good Leon Rodez is breaking every rule in the book, and this louse! This imbecile Charles Robinson just allows him to get away with it! This is such garbage...(sighs) CABOOSE Calm down, Kev! It's ok! TAYLOR I assure you that if I wasn't the professional that I am that I'd REALLY be tempted to raise some heck about now! COLE Oh no, Kev! Don't do that! TAYLOR (sighs) Consider yourself lucky this time around Cole...GET UP CHRIS!!!! Bryte does get up, and he's mad as HECK darn it! He bangs against the ring apron, then runs over and kicks the steel stairs off level. The crowd boos his tantrum, and begins hurling more chants of "CHRIS BRYTE SUCKS" in his direction. Bryte turns toward the crowd with a wide-eyed look, covering his ears in an attempt to block the chants out, but it doesn't work. Seemingly able to take no more, Bryte let's loose a wild swing at the air and starts up the ramp, stomping as hard as he can as the crowd's boos grow louder. COLE Oh...don't tell me that Chris Bryte is gonna walk away from this thing... TAYLOR No, no! Chris! What are you doing?! This is your big opportunity! This is your big night! COLE Chris Bryte's had enough! He's headed back to the locker room... TAYLOR MY GOD CHRIS...I'VE GOTTA STOP HIM!!!!!! Wait right here...I'll be right back! CHRIS! (drops his headset) COLE What the...Taylor's going after Chris Bryte! Taylor's trying to prevent Bryte from taking a walk! Fans, we've gotta take a quick commercial break! Don't go away...hopefully...hopefully this match will continue when we return! **commercial** When the break ends, Rodez is lying on the floor next to the ring apron. Chris Bryte is inside the ring taunting the crowd. COLE Fans, we're back here on HeldDOWN~! Michael Cole alongside Caboose, and let's show you just what transpired during the break! The HeldDOWN logo scrolls the screen as we flash to footage from the break, with Chris Bryte and Kevin Yancy Taylor arguing at the bottom of the ramp COLE Prior to the break we saw Chris Bryte try to walk out of here. He had had enough and tried to make an escape! He was gonna give up his "chance at greatness"...luckily for him, Taylor was there to stop him, and it looked as if Bryte was headed back to the ring when... CABOOSE Look at this! This cowardly attack by that lowlife Leon Rodez! COLE THE SILK WORM!!!!!!! Leon Rodez electrifying this capacity crowd with the Silk Worm to both Bryte and Taylor... CABOOSE Which was absolutely uncalled for! Taylor's a broadcast journalist, not a wrestler! COLE Oh...but I thought he reeked of rugged manliness, 'Boose! CABOOSE That...that's not the point! He had no right putting his hands on Taylor! COLE Well that's not all that occurred during the break! Take a look at this... THE LOGO~! scrolls the screen taking us to another scene, with referee Robinson taking a look at an injured Taylor. Rodez is pulling himself to his feet on Robinson's blind side COLE There you see right here, Taylor with the attention of the referee, and watch this...behind Charles Robinson's back...THE HAND~! shoves Rodez hard into the stairs!!! Now THAT was uncalled for! CABOOSE Why was that uncalled for?! COLE What do you mean why was it uncalled for?! The Hand's not a part of the damn match!!!!! CABOOSE Neither is Taylor, but you condone Rodez attacking him! The Hand's just standing up for the man who signs his checks, and I say that Leon Rodez got exactly what he deserved! COLE Please! The logo scrolls the screen once more, taking us back to live action, with Rodez using the ropes to pull himself up onto the ring apron. The fans root him on, clapping in unison as Rodez tries to get his feet under him, but as soon as he's able to, Bryte moves in, grabs him by the head and fall the to mat, snapping Leon's throat across the top rope in the process. The crowd boos in the background as Leon falls back onto the apron, and Bryte springs back to his feet, gloating over the move. Taylor taunts Rodez from a reasonably safe distance as the X-Division Champ tries to get his wind back. He slowly begins to push himself back onto his knees, and then back up to a standing position. Again, as soon as Rodez is able to get his feet under him, Bryte moves in and catches him with an overhand right to the head. He follows that up with a Mongolian chop to the trapz before grabbing him by the head and pulling him into a front facelock. The crowd begins to clamor in the background as Bryte tosses Rodez's arm back over his head and hooks the tights before lifting him up for a suplex--OH!!!!! But Rodez manages to counter, twisting out and landing on his feet behind Bryte! Roll up by Rodez...Bryte's shoulders are down... 1... 2... NO!!!!! Kickout by Bryte sends Rodez into the ropes. As Bryte tries to scramble back to his feet, Rodez tries to cut him off, charging at him for what looks to be a Shining Wizard attempt, but Bryte gets the forearms up to block it! Leon reaches for his surgically repaired knee, at which point, Bryte puts him flat on his back with a roundhouse sweep. With Rodez down, Bryte rolls him over onto his stomach and slaps on a front chancery. Rodez struggles to free himself, but Bryte's got him hooked, and uses the hold to drive knee after knee into the forehead of the X-Division Champ. He then forces Rodez up onto his knees, at which point he releases the chancery and grabs hold of Rodez's left arm. He drives the ball of his knee into Rodez's shoulder blade...then does this once more before stepping over the arm and doing a forward roll, flipping Rodez right over and into a cross armbreaker. The crowd boos once more as Bryte tries to apply pressure! COLE Cross armbreaker by Bryte! He's got the submission applied... CABOOSE Yeah, but unfortunately, he doesn't have it hooked all the way! Leon's got those hands locked. Indeed, Leon's hands are clasped, preventing Bryte from hyperextending the arm. The frustration again begins to show on Bryte's face as he kicks at Rodez's arms, trying to separate them! Again! Leon still won't break! Bryte then presses the flat of his right boot into Rodez's elbow joint, trying to force his hands apart...and...IT WORKS!!!! Bryte quickly scissors up on the arm, but Rodez manages to shimmy over to the ropes, hooking the bottom rope with his ankles. Referee Robinson calls for the break once more. REF. ROBINSON Break it up Bryte...he's in the ropes... BRYTE NO!!!! REF. ROBINSON He's in the ropes! Break the hold! BRYTE NO!!! SCREW YOU!!!! REF. ROBINSON YOU BREAK THE HOLD OR I'LL DISQUALIFY YOUR ASS! 1...2...3... Bryte releases the armbar on three, but before getting up, he takes the opportunity to take his right boot and bring it down right across Rodez's face guard...once...twice...three times! Taylor and The Hand watch on intently from the outside, Taylor rooting Bryte on as he returns to his feet. COLE Bryte slamming that boot of his right down across Rodez's face! CABOOSE And let me tell you, Cole: face guard or not, that move is not gonna do Rodez's nose any good! Bryte brings Rodez back to his feet and winds up on an arm wringer. He then follows up with a kick right to Rodez's shoulder, causing him to cringe in pain. He follows up with a second kick before winding up on another arm wringer. This one causes Rodez to double over in pain, allowing Bryte to step over the arm and catch Rodez with a Rico-style mule kick right across the bridge of the nose. Again, Rodez stands upright, grasping at his broken nose, at which point, Bryte returns the favor from earlier with a backbrain kick of his own that sends him face down to the mat! Taylor claps it up from the outside as a cocky Bryte saunters over to the ropes where he sets himself, stomping with his right foot three times against the canvas, imploring Rodez to rise. He does so...slowly, with Bryte measuring him ever bit of the way. The crowd clamors as Rodez finds his feet, at which point Bryte charges him with a a yakuza kick THAAAAAAAAAT... MISSES!!!! Bryte's momentum takes him into the ropes, and Leon tries to catch him coming off on the rebound. Bryte manages to duck Rodez's clothesline, however, and hits the opposite side, and when Rodez turns to face him, Bryte comes off once more with another yakuza kick THAAAAAAAAT... ...CONNECTS!!!!!!! The flat of Bryte's boot catches Rodez right across the nose, causing him to fall to the mat, kicking his legs rapidly as he writhes in pain on the mat. Wasting no time, Bryte grabs Rodez and lifts him back to his feet, hooking him in a front facelock, tossing the arm back and dropping him right on his head with a devastating brainbuster!!!!!!! CABOOSE That's all! That's gotta be all! COLE Bryte's got the cover! The leg is hooked! Referee Robinson slides into position to count... 1... 2... THR--NO!!!!! Just a TWOOOOOOOO~! COLE My God...Bryte almost got him there! CABOOSE It's only a matter of time now, Cole! Bryte's smelling blood! Bryte takes a moment to beef with the official about the count (sending his HEEL meter up about two notches or so) before dragging Rodez back up. He doubles Rodez over and catches him with another front kick to the face, knocking him down to a knee. Bryte then flashes a cocky smile to the crowd, inciting their boos once again before reaching down and yanking Rodez's face guard off. The crowd boos as Bryte tosses it to the canvas before grabbing him by the head and nailing him with an unprotected kick right to the broken nose! HUGE heat from the crowd after that! COLE That face guard's been ripped off for the second week in a row now! That injury's never gonna heal at this rate! CABOOSE That may not necessarily be a bad thing, Cole. As ugly as Rodez was before, what Bryte does to him here could be an improvement! Watch this! Bryte measures him for another kick...BUT LEON CATCHES THE LEG!!!!!! The crowd pops as tries to wiggle his way free, only to lose his balance and fall straight to the mat. Rodez quickly scrambles over to Bryte and wraps his leg up, but Bryte has a hold the bottom rope, and the ref calls for the break! Rodez is slow to do so, however, and Bryte ends up having to fire off more kicks at his head, the last of which catches him square in the face. As Rodez again begins to favor his nose, Bryte returns to his feet, swiping his hands to signal the end. He then lifts Rodez back to his feet and hooks him for a vertebreaker. The crowd begins to clamor. CABOOSE This is it! He's going for the Bryte Side! COLE If Bryte hits this, it's over! The crowd holds its collective breath as Bryte hoists Rodez up onto his back...however, he's unable to hold him, and Rodez ends up rolling off, landing on his feet behind him. Before Bryte can react, Rodez shoves him forward, sending Bryte crashing sternum first into the buckle, much to the delight of fans. Bryte turns, clutching at his chest, at which point Rodez charges forward and-- *WHAM* CRUSHES BRYTE IN THE CORNER WITH A SHINING WIZARD!!!!!! The crowd comes to its feet! COLE SHINING WIZARD!!!! RODEZ WITH THE SHINING WIZARD OUTTA NOWHERE! CHRIS BRYTE IS DOWN!!!!! CABOOSE Calm down, Cole! That was just a lucky shot! Nothing but a lucky shot! COLE Bryte is out of it, and look at Rodez! It appears as if he's beginning to get his second wind. As Bryte tries to gather himself in the corner, Rodez begins to crawl across the mat, to get his face guard, presumably to put it back on. He grips it in his right hand as he pulls himself back his feet, at which point he turns and spots Bryte returning to his feet. Suddenly, a mischievious grin appears on his face. CABOOSE Wait a minute! What's he up to?! Bryte has a glazed look in his eyes as Rodez takes the face guard, and after a running start...NAILS Bryte right in the face with it! CABOOSE Oh c'mon! Bryte pops back up to his feet, only to be nailed with the face guard again! He pops up one more time, but gets hit again, this shot sending him staggering back into the ropes, with his arms being hooked between the top and middle ropes. Taylor looks frantic on the outside as he realizes that Bryte's in trouble. COLE Bryte's all tied up in the ropes! Chris Bryte's defenseless! CABOOSE This is bloody unfair, damn it! Referee, do something about this! He admonishes Rodez, but he's not hearing it. Bryte has a look of despair in his eyes as Rodez approaches him with the face guard, rears back and pops him HARD in the nose with it! Again! Again!! Again!!! Again!!! And AGAIN!!!!! COLE Rodez is unloading on Bryte with that face guard... CABOOSE This is not right at all, damn it!!! That should be a disqualification!!! He's beating the man with a foreign object for God's sake! "LEEEEE-ON" chants are starting up once again as he grabs Bryte, whose arms were dislodged from the ropes after that last shot. Irish whip in sends Bryte into the opposite ropes, but Bryte comes right back with a Tajiri-style handspring elbow, sending Rodez straight to the mat. He quickly returns to his feet, at which point, Bryte throws a superkick his way that's...caught!!!! The crowd pops once more in the background as Rodez shoves Bryte's leg away. Bryte tries to ride his momentum through for a modified dragon whip, but Rodez ducks under, and when Bryte's momentum brings him back around, Rodez hooks him with a front waistlock and brings him over with a Northern Light's Suplex! He holds the bridge... CABOOSE Kick out!!! Kick out!!! 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!! JUST A TWOOOOOOOOO~! COLE My God, HE HAD HIM!!! He had him! CABOOSE No he didn't Cole!!! This is Chris Bryte's night! This is his first step toward immortality! He will not allow Leon Rodez or anybody else to take this match from him! Now Rodez is beginning to show a bit of frustration as he brings Bryte back to his feet and pulls him into a standing headscissors. The crowd begins to clamor as Leon begins to underhook the arms. COLE Tiger Driver coming up--- NO! Bryte manages pull one arm free and twist out into a standing side armbar, which he uses to whip Rodez into the buckle. Rodez staggers out clutching his lower back, at which point, Bryte scoops him up over his shoulder. The crowd begins to clamor once again. COLE Bryte Out! He's going for the Bryte Out here! Can he hit it?! The crowd boos wildly as Bryte carries Rodez out to the center of the ring and begins to position his hands up under his armpits. However, just as he tries to lift Rodez for the move's completion, he slips free. He quickly grabs Bryte from behind with an inverted facelock, then takes him up and over with Street Smarts (Osaka Street Cutter)! Another huge pop from the crowd as on the outside, Taylor looks as if he's about to lose it! COLE Street Smarts!!!!! Rodez just hit Bryte with Street Smarts! And that could be it! That could be the beginning of the end for Chris Bryte! CABOOSE No!! What about Bryte's destiny?! What about immortality?! COLE Bryte's dreams could be getting ready to die a quick death right here! Watch Rodez! Rodez drags Bryte's body to the point that it's adjacent the turnbuckle, at which point he pumps his fist, lighting the crowd up once again. He then steps out onto the apron, where he prepares to climb the turnbuckles. The fans begin to rise... COLE He's going for the kill, \Boose! He's going for Because The Lady Loves! Scattered "Leon" chants can be heard throughout the arena as Rodez ascends the buckles. Before he can make it...Kevin Yancy Taylor slides into the ring and charges in Rodez's direction, only to be intercepted by Charles Robinson. Robinson struggles to get Taylor out of the ring as Rodez stands upright on the top rope! Suddenly... THE HAND~! climbs up onto the apron and grabs Rodez's ankle, causing him to straddle the top turnbuckle. As Rodez writhes in pain on the top, The Hand takes the opportunity to nail him a quick right hand to the jaw; he doesn't get all of it, but it's enough to stun Rodez. The crowd boos in the background as The Hand hops to the floor. COLE Aww damn it!!! The Hand!!! The man who possesses the strongest hands and fists in the world...he's gonna help Bryte steal this thing! CABOOSE Again, Cole, after all the flagrant cheating we've seen from that damn Rodez, that shot was well deserved! COLE Rodez is out of it on the top...can Chris Bryte capitalize? By now, Taylor has slid back out to the floor and is banging against the ring apron, trying to rally Bryte back into the match. As usual, the fans pick up his beat, but instead begin chanting for Rodez, who's desperately trying to clear the cobwebs as he remains seated on the top rope. He needs to try faster, because Bryte is beginning to rise...slowly! He's out of it as well. Taylor slaps the canvas harder, and the "Leon" chants get louder as slowly...he begins to stand upright on the top rope! However, at the last second, Bryte springs to his feet and catches him with a lunging right hand to the sternum, knocking him back down. The crowd voices its disapproval as Bryte begins to climb up onto the ropes with Rodez, planting his feet on the middle rope and hooking him in another front facelock. COLE Chris Bryte...could this be a superplex? CABOOSE Could be...maybe even another brainbuster. Could you imagine Chris Bryte hitting Rodez with a brainbuster from the top rope? COLE I...I...I shudder to think about that, Boose! Bryte tosses the arm back and tries to lift Rodez...BUT IT'S BLOCKED!!! Bryte tries it once more, but Rodez is able to block once more, at which point. Bryte begins firing off right hands to Rodez's ribs and kidneys. Once he feels Rodez has been weakened enough, he tries once more...but this time it's Rodez who begins firing off right hands. CABOOSE Huh?! COLE Rodez isn't outta this thing yet! He fires off another shot to Bryte's kidneys! One more breaks Bryte's grip, at which point, Rodez nails him with a hard right hand to the head that sends Bryte tumbling from the top and back down to the mat! The crowd goes crazy in the background as Leon shakes his head loose and pulls himself upright... CABOOSE Oh my God, Bryte! MOVE! MOVE!!! MOVE!!! He tries, but he's groggy! With the crowd noise at a fever pitch, and Taylor about to have a heart attack on the floor, Rodez takes off with a 450 Splash THAAAAAAAAAAT....... CONNECTS!!!!!!!!! COLE HE GOT IT!!!!!! HE HIT BECAUSE THE LADY LOVES!!!!!! CABOOSE BUT HE HURT HIMSELF!!!! Indeed. The crowd erupts when Leon hits the splash, but he comes off with so much momentum that he ends up driving himself facefirst into the mat in the process. The crowd roots him on as he rolls around on the mat clutching at his nose! COLE C'mon Leon, you've got him!!! All you've gotta do is roll over and you've got it won!!! Taylor is pulling at his hair on the outside as slowly... SLOWLY...Rodez begins to pull himself over to Chris Bryte's prone body!! Hand over hand... ...he's almost there... HE'S THERE! The ref slides into position as Rodez drapes his arm across Chris Bryte's body for the count of... 1... 2... COLE WAIT A MINUTE!!!!!! IT'S BROCK AUSSTIN... CABOOSE WHAT?!?! The crowd boos wildly in the background as Brock hits the ring and drops and elbow across Rodez's back just after the count of 2! Referee Robinson immediately calls for the bell! *DING DING DING* The crowd boos wildly as Brock continues going to work Rodez! He lifts Rodez up off of Bryte's body and scoops him up onto his shoulders, parading the X-Division champ around the ring before spinning him off his shoulders and dropping him with the F-Stunner-5! The ref pushes Brock away from Rodez as the crowd continues to boo. From the outside, Kevin Yancy Taylor looks on in disbelief. COLE Damn it, 'Boose! That damn Brock Ausstin just just laid out the X-Division Champion! I can't believe it, Leon had Chris Bryte beat... CABOOSE Wait a minute, Cole! Wait a damn minute! How do you know Chris Bryte wouldn't have kicked out after that 450? COLE Well...I...uh... CABOOSE Exactly! For all we know, Brock Ausstin could've just screwed Chris Bryte out of his title shot...and I think that's the way Taylor's taking it! Taylor's now face to face with Brock in the ring, asking "What are you doing"?! Brock just flashes him a smile before stepping through the ropes and hopping back out to the floor. Both Taylor and The Hand eye Brock intently as he heads back up the ramp and disappears through the curtains. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted December 17, 2004 COLE Ladies and gentlemen, we're now going to bring to you a special segment. Earlier this week, our own Josh Matthews flew to the Minneapolis home of HeldDown's own Hoff to conduct a sit-down interview, discussing his career and his current situation. We will now bring you Part One of this interview. Enjoy. The HeldDOWN~! logo flashes across the screen before cutting to a shot of Josh Matthews and Hoff sitting in the study of Hoff's home. The audience cheers and hollers as Hoff apperas on the screen. Behind him sits a wall of professional wrestling memorabilia: several action figues, a copy of OAOAST Magazine with Hoff on the cover, and a WWF belt autographed by Shawn Michaels. Josh nods at Hoff, who looks coo and composed. JOSH Well Hoff, first of all, I'd like to thank you for letting me into your home and giving us all this opportunity. HOFF No problem, Josh. (Cheers for even this small statement.) JOSH The first and foremost thing I want to ask you, before we even get into your past, is how do you react to the change in the fans' attitude towards you? Hoff chuckles slightly. A "HOFF" chant goes up in the crowd. HOFF Well, Josh, I mean...it's been a rush. It's not something I expected. I feel like I haven't changed, but the circumstances have, and I'm just sort of riding a wave. JOSH I see. HOFF I focused more on competing in the ring. I distanced myself a little from Zack and Calvin; not because I was -- at the time -- angry with them; I wasn't. But I just wanted to get back to what was important to me, which was wrestling. Winning the world title -- for the glory of it, but also just for the honor and the knowledge that I was the best at what I do. People understood what I was trying to do, and got behind me. There was a lot of genuine emotion tied in it for me. After what I'd been through with Chris, I needed to prove things to myself. I did it and people responded. JOSH Well certianly, the distance between you and Zack Maliu didn't hurt your popularity either. HOFF You know, it's funny. I never meant for things to get so bad between me and Zack. I honestly thought that after I did what I did, win or lose, Zack would be there for me. He was a mentor to me in a lot of ways, and I have to give the devil his due. But I never thought he'd do what he did to me. No way. JOSH So you believe Zack was the one that attacked you? HOFF Yes. JOSH Hoff, let me switch gears for a moment before we get into that matter. Let's start back at the beginning of your career. Let's get back to Northern Pro Wrestling -- how did you get started there? HOFF It was all happenstance. I mean, I had always had an interest in wrestling, and I played at it when I was a kid, but I never considered it as a career. Then one night, this guy comes into the bar where I was bouncing -- Rick Steele, as it turned out, who's the owner and head booker at Nothern Pro. But at the time, I didn't know the guy from Adam. He sees me and I happened to be tossing some punks, a couple rowdy kids, and I mean these were big boys, and I pretty well manhandled 'em. (smiling) So this guy comes up to me maybe fifteen, twenty minutes later, and offers me free tickets out of the blue. It was all a sales pitch, and I should have seen it coming. But you have to realize, I was no stranger to receiving gifts, favors. We had a lot of regulars, and a lot of hot little numbers, and I got a lot of attention because hey, here's this big, strong, good-looking kid, and he's taking care of our asses. So I didn't think a thing of it -- I took the tickets. Next thing I know, this guy's at the show, and he says he's glad to see me, glad I came, shakes my hand, et cetera. I still didn't see it coming. Then, the pitch. Bam, and like that, I'm sold. I was in. He had me hooked from the secodn he walked into the bar. (laughs) JOSH So, from there, you just took to it? HOFF Like a duck to water. I gotta give credit to everyone involved, because they brought me along. There was no superior egos, nothing -- everyone was interested in helping everyone else, and everyone wanted to see the new guys succeed. So I got brought up to speed real quick on the basics. The one area that was lacking was my conditioning, my stamina -- but we'll get to that later. The point was that I was big, maybe the second biggest guy we had after Richie Biggs, this big dude who could MOVE, like Bam Bam Bigelow. But I was the most impressive, probably. But I got the basics right away, the mat work, and that sort of completed the puzzle, and in like five, six months, I had the stuff down, the timing and all, and I was like a pro. Actually, I didn't wrestle much until I really felt like I had it down. I just kept working, training with the boys. I did some refereeing, as well, which is a lot harder than it works. JOSH But you credit most of your mat knowledge to your experiences in Northern Pro? HOFF It's more accurate to say "a lot" than most, because I also picked up a good deal in Japan. But yeah, a lot. The one guy more than any other -- well, there were three -- Rick himself, who'd been trained forever ago by someone I'd never heard of; this older guy, Tony DeNucci, who really could have been something in better circumstances; and of course my best chum, Chris Stevens. JOSH So you and Stevens were close, then? HOFF (pauses) ....let me tell you something about Chris Stevens. He's your best friend in the world as long as you make him look good. But he needs power. He craves it. Like Zack, in a way. Chris Stevens has to be on top. Honestly, and I say this without pride or ego, but if I wasn't as good as I am, I'd probably still be following Chris around in Japan, best buddies until the end. Chris Stevens is an evil genius. But, just like Zack, I give credit where it's due. Chris was helping me along, until he saw me getting good. But we were friends until I got to the top. JOSH It's no secret that you rose pretty fast in Northern Pro Wrestling, winning their World Title four months after you debuted on their local television show, as a rookie. Did resentment set in then, from the other guys? HOFF No, not really, except from Chris, and even he was cordial about it. I don't think he saw me as anything but a fluke then. It helped that I won that first title from Tony and not Chris. Chris had a lot of respect for Tony. We all did. But no, everyone was pulling for me, and business was good. We moved out a litle bit, we even did a show in Chicago during my second run on top. Word of mouth was huge for us, and I admittedly had a lot of buzz back then. No, things were great. JOSH When did it go south? HOFF That would be the second title win. See, I'd lost the belt back to Tony, who lost it to Chris. Chris was a big heel at that point, and that was pretty major, and the fans ate it up. Chris, the bastard, was always a natural villian. But when Rick wanted him to lay down for ME -- hoo boy. I think Chris always thought he'd drop it back to Tony. I mean, you gotta realize, Tony DeNucci was the Jerry Lawler of the north. I swear, he held the thing like thrity times. He's finally hung up the tights, thankfully. At times I thought he'd die of old age before retirement. But anyway, back to the point, which is that Chris wanted no part of putting me over. I think that's when it all started. He realized that my star was as bright as his was, and maybe brighter. JOSH But he laid down for you. HOFF He did the job and it went over huge, and the people were into me, and I loved it. But Chris was always campainging that I should drop it back to him. Eventually he got his wish, and I'll admit -- after the shit he pulled, I wasn't happy about it, no. But it was my job. So I did it and that was that. Then, though, RIck wanted the belt BACK on me-- JOSH Now, let me interject. A lot of our information dries up here. There's not much to find... HOFF What happened was, I was actually back at the bar I was working at before all of this, and Chris comes in, and he calls me out, starts calling me a fluke and a phony, and saying I wasn't half the wrestler he was. So I hit him. I started the fight. I have no problem admitting that and I have no regrets about it. He asked for it. So we fought, and we agreed -- somehow -- to not let our title match be scripted. So we went out, and Rick thinks that this is my big win to solidify me as a NP fixture -- and the next thin you know, two guys are in front of a live crowd stiffing the shit out of each other and not even trying to wrestle or gain a pinfall. The locker room emptied the second Rick figured out what was going on, and the next day we were handed our walking papers. And it was all over the local news, but it was covered up pretty qick, and Northern Pro died down for awhile. After all the business we generated, me and Chris and Rick, and all the publicity and fame, Northern Pro almost dead. We got blacklisted pretty quick -- but me even moreso, because Chris had been wrestling the territory for years, and he was in people's ears, blaming me. They didn't much care for me anymore, so I left. And I headed to Japan. JOSH What was that like for you? HOFF Well, let me tell ya, Josh. You know what I said about conditioning? I learned it in Japan. They take their stuff seriously. It's a sport, and it's a culture. And if you want to hang you have to be an ATHLETE, and that's all there is to it. By the time I showed up, I had been out of work for a few months, and I was rusty, and a little pudgy, and boy, did it show. But they whipped it off of me. JOSH You worked for Mitsuhara Misawa's Pro Wrestling NOAH. How was that? HOFF It was fun, once I got it all down. It's all different there. Culture, custom. I had a big head, and I quickly learned I wasn't shit in Japan. I got stiffed a few times, but to my own surprise, I kept my mouth shut. There were a lot of times I wanted to get pissed off, but I held it in. I just kept working, and eventually I fit in. Then I had fun with it. I had a good run. I learned enough of the language to get by, and made some friends. It was positive. JOSH You said you learned some techincal skills while you were there? HOFF Oh, Josh, they had holds I didn't know existed. Chains, too. I don't use much of it anymore, but I can bust it out if need be because it was drilled into my head. They just flow over there, one move into another into another, and then, BOOM, impact. I was always better at that part. (laughs) JOSH (chuckling) So things are going along fine and then... HOFF And then in walks Chris. And I was like, "hoo, boy, I am screwed." But he stayed away from me. Didn't even say hi. I found out later that his part in our little scuffle -- and it was his idea -- had gotten out, and he wasn't doing much stateside either. So here he was. But, no, we stayed clear of each other. I think [Mitsuharu] Misawa, he knew about us a little, and he kept us as far away from each other as possible. Smart move. I kind of wanted to kill him. But we stayed clear and we both had fun over there. It was good for Chris. I think it healed him a little, so to say. It was oddly peaceful, working over there. JOSH So, then, what made you decide to leave Japan? HOFF Well, a lot of things. I mean, I missed the States. I missed my friends and family, and I missed American culture. Music, TV shows, movies, all of that. You can get it in Japan, but it's not the same. But I also wanted to perform here again. I knew Minneapolis was out, but Northern Pro was all right again, and I figured maybe I could come back. So I put in some calls, sent some tapes. But it wasn't the OAOAST who came calling...it was THEM...the...can I say it? JOSH Sure. HOFF The WWE. JOSH BLASPHEMY!! So the WWE calls, but... HOFF You know more than you let on, Matthews. No, they didn't just want me -- they wanted me and Chris. Why I agreed to it, I'll never know. And yes, here's my dirty little secret: we teamed. And we were good. Startlingly good. And for awhile, things almost seemed okay. That's when they split us up. JOSH Split you up? HOFF We were in their developmental circuit, the OVW, and teaming, and then they split us up. Then they wanted to feud us. I swear, someone messed up pretty big there. They didn't realize all the shit between us. JOSH So that didn't fly? HOFF Chris asked for his release the next day. He got it, and he was gone. A ghost. I wasn't sure what to do, but fortunately, they didn't let me make the decision. Three weeks later I was let go, with them saying they had nothing for me. Bullshit, is what I say. But it quite obviously turned out for the best. JOSH That's when you got the call? HOFF It was three in the damn morning. I'm asleep in a hotel room in Nashville, and I get a call. I jump out of my skin, then shake it off and grab the phone, more than a little pissed off. And the voice says, "Hello, this is Dave," and all I could think was "Dave, who the hell..." then the fucker coughs, clears his throat, and he says, "uh, I mean, this is CWM..." and chills ran up and down my spine. And I'll never forget what he said next. He clears his throat, and he says, "I've been watching your stuff, and I want you to come to the OAOAST." And just like that, I was on my way. The HD~! logo flashes again, as we cut back to Sofa Central and Triple C! COACH Wow! COLE Powerful stuff, a lot of insight into what makes Hoff tick. Folks, part two of that interview will air next week, so don't miss it! COACH Well then. Welcome back to the show. Two weeks ago, we heard an announcement from "The Grappler" Alex Bryant about a match he's had signed for Climax, where the top X Division wrestlers from across the world will all meet together for the 2nd Super X Cup, which will be very different in that instead of an eight-man single-elimination tournament, it will consist of two portions: a gauntlet match that will test the competitors' endurance as well as skill, and a singles bout near the end of the night between the winner of the gauntlet and the man who drew last. COLE We now have the names of the competitors for this bout, and in no way is the order of their names representative of the order of the gauntlet match. They are the following: Alex Bryant, Mikey Tethers, Aussie Saxon,....DANNY DOUGLAS?!?!?! COACH Um...huh? COLE Apparantly he signed up for it. Anyway, moving on...making his return to the OAOAST, the HI-YAH Jr. Heavyweight Champion Yuji Chusaki! (crowd applauds) COACH Looks like this audience remembers him quite fondly... COLE Making his in-ring return after an arm injury, Sean Bryant. Plus, the OAOAST in-ring return of the one, the only...."Shooter" Jay Darring! (Crowd cheers loudly) COACH Another man making his OAOAST return is the winner of the 2003 Super X Cup...JACOB LYNE! (applause) Also signed up is the Skull Kid...and the X-Division Champion, Leon RODEZ! COLE What a line-up! Remember fans: unless Rodez wins the X Cup, the winner of this thing will receive an X Title shot at Anglemania IV in March 2005. A lot is on the line here: personal pride, professsional success, and the prestige of the X Division as a whole...what's this? COACH I just got in my headset word that next week on this program, there will be a Forensic Five-Way match between five of the nine guys in this match, with the five being drawn from a hat right before matchtime, with the winner of the five-way being allowed to draw his own spot in the Gauntlet order! That should be some exciting action! COLE Right now, let's go to the ring, as one of the two number one contenders for the World Title coming up at Climax is scheduled for competition! "Gimme Back My Bullets" starts up, as they cut to a shot of the entrance. Sly Sommers rushes out, wearing a white-and-crimson Adidas windbreaker jacket. He stops and points out at the crowd, almost as if his finger makes their cheers grow. Sly unzips the windbreaker and tosses it into the crowd. He walks down the rampway, slapping hands with as many fans as possible before entering the ring. BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty-minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Chippawa, Michigan, and weighing in at 196 pounds...Sly SOOOOMMMMERRRRS! (Crowd pops huge as he pumps his fist in the air) BUFFER His opponent, already in the ring, from Bardstown, Kentucky...weighing in at 240 pounds...Howard Robotusen! (Robotusen, wearing a blue-and-red one-strap long-legged singlet ala Jerry Lawler, simply stares at people.) *DING**DING* Robotusen tries to get a quick start, charging at Sly. But, Sly dodges him, causing Howard to run chest-first into the corner. Sly turns Howard around and lights him up with a chop. Sly follows up with a forearm to the face with the same arm before chopping him again. Sly connects with a second stiff forearm to the face before hitting a third loud chop to the chest! CHOP! FOREARM! CHOP! FOREARM! CHOP! FOREARM! CHOP! FOREARM! CHOP! Sly snapmares Howard out of the corner and into a seated position. He then goes to the second rope...and comes down with a double-stomp on Howard's head! COLE OOOWWWWWWW! Sly then hooks Howard's legs as if he's going to lift him for a powerbomb...then leans back and slingshot catapults Robotusen over the top rope and to the floor! Sly waits, as the referee starts counting and Howard slowly dazes up to his feet. When Robotusen is fully standing, Sly catapults himself over the top rope and hits a pescado dive into a DDT on the floor! COLE NICE! CROWD "SLY! SLY! SLY!" Sly gets to his feet and immediately tosses Howard back into the ring. Sly climbs to the apron and hits a Guerrero-style slingshot senton back in. Sommers pulls Robotusen up and puts him on his shoulders...starting an airplane spin... ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! SIXTEEN! Sommers drops Robotusen after the sixteenth rotation, dropping down to a seated position himself due to how dizzy he was. After taking a breather, Sly comes back to his feet and pulls Howard up. He hooks Robotusen's arms, lifts, and hits a double-underhook backbreaker. Howard's down, as Sly comes off of the ropes. He uses the momentum to run forward, hit a double-stomp onto Howard's chest, and drop down with a cannonball senton! COLE That can't feel good! Sly then pulls Howard up and hooks him for a side suplex, hooking Howard's left hand in between his own legs. Sommers lifts him and drops him with a Blue Thunder sit-down bomb! Sly pops up and pumps his fists together while screaming, pumping up himself and the crowd! Sly goes to the apron, awaiting Howard to stumble back up to his feet. It's a slow struggle, but Robotusen gets up about fifteen seconds later, as Sommers is taunting him on the apron. Sly springboards to the top rope...and connects with a STIFF flying lariat! COACH He plowed right through him! Sommers pulls Robotusen up and immediately sends him to a corner with an Irish whip. Sly leads the crowd along in a rhythmic clap as he backs up into the opposite corner. Sly charges forward...and connects with a jumping double-knee to Howard's chest! Sly steps aside as Robotusen stumbles out of the corner, holding his chest and shoulder in pain. Sly stands behind Howard, mocking his stumbling. Robotusen starts to fall on his face...but Sly grabs the back of his tights and pulls him in...hooks the head...and yells it out... SLY ONE...HIT...WONDER! Sly hooks the upper torso and spins it...and he hits it! Sly turns him over and hooks the legs... ONE! TWO! THREE! *DING**DING* BUFFER Your winner of the contest, Sly SOOOOOMMMMEEEERRRS! COACH Sly Sommers makes short work of his opposition tonight! The crowd applauds as Sly's hand is raised in victory by the referee...but all of a sudden, he goes down! The camera backs up a bit to reveal that World Champion Drek Stone has just attacked Sly! COLE That coward! Drek puts the boots to Sly, as he shoves the referee down to,prevent him from stopping the happenings. The timekeeper repeatedly rings the bell, trying to get attention to the back that something bad's happening in the ring and help is needed. Drek pulls Sly off of the mat and hooks him in the facelock. He signals that he's gonna drive him down in that position, which could only mean... COACH Please, don't Stonecut him, Drek! The crowd ERUPTS, as Crystal comes bolting out of the entrance with a chair in hand! Drek sees this and immediately escapes the ring in fear! He hops over the guardrail and escapes through the crowd! COLE Unlike Drek Stone, Crystal'll go into someone else's fight if the odds are unfair! Crystal drops the chair and starts to help Sly up...but Sly shoves her down! A smattering of boos are heard, as the camera faintly hears Sly say, "Stop helping me!" Sommers walks back to the locker room, obviously frustrated and angry. Sly refuses to look back at Crystal in the ring, just storming away. Crystal looks on at him in concern and shock. COLE What's this about? COACH Why'd he shove her down? It looks like he might have been upset by her help...but why? COLE I do know this: more HD~! in three! (CUT SCENE) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted December 17, 2004 The scene opens up to find a sweaty Drek Stone stomping down the hall, still screaming passionately. DREK THIS IS IT!! THEY’VE FINALLY DONE IT!!! As the Heavyweight Champion walks down the hall, he irately turns over a nearby table, sending the catering supples on top scattering all over the floor. DREK THAT ASSHOLE SLY!! CRYSTAL, THAT BITCH!! THEY’VE FINALLY DONE IT!! ONCE AGAIN, THEY RUINED MY PLAN!! Some woman walking down the hall sees Drek stomping towards her and runs the opposite way. Stone, with a pleased grin, slams his fist against a nearby wall. DREK I CAN’T WAIT TO GET REVENGE ON THOSE TWO PIECES OF GARBAGE!! OH, I CAN’T WAIT!! I REFUSE TO PUT UP WITH THIS DISRESPECT!! I WILL NOT TAKE IT ANYMORE!! Drek finally stops his rampage once he gets to the heavy oak door he stood near at the beginning of the night. DREK Now let me see this! LET ME SEE THE ASSHOLE THAT’S ACCEPTED MY CHALLENGE FOR NEXT WEEK. WHO’S CAREER AM I GOING TO HAVE TO END?! As Drek stares at the contract hung on the door in front of him, his eyes widen and his mouth slowly opens in absolute shock. DREK ….it…..it couldn’t be….. After staring at the name for a few seconds, Drek sends a FURIOUS kick to the door and starts stomping down the hallway once again. DREK The one guy……THE ONE GUY…..HE HAD TO SIGN IT!!! As Drek walks through the double doors, the camera slowly peels away to get a better look at the contract hanging on the solid oak door. The fans let out a cheer as the shot stays focused on this contract. HELDDOWN December 23rd, 2004. OAOAST Heavyweight Championship Drek Stone vs. RAGDOLL!! The view slowly darkens as the camera remains focused on this surprising contract. *FADE TO BLACK* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
