Hoff 0 Report post Posted May 27, 2005 HeldDOWN is presented by OAOAST Entertainment. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* OAOAST HeldDOWN~! Pyros, fireworks, Triple C. COLE Welcome etc. COACH Holla damn playa word MAH BABYGURL~. CABOOSE I AM TEH EVIL. ....... COLE Match? CABOOSE Let's. CUE: The Wall by Kansas “BOOOOOOOO!!!” The crowd lets their feelings be known as Alfdogg makes his way into the arena. *DING DING DING* BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be NO Disqualifications or countouts. Introducing first, from Anderson, Indiana, weighing in at 240 pounds……. Alfdogg whispers something into Buffer’s ear. BUFFER ……which is about 60 pounds lighter than what people consider “anorexic” in this city. He is a former OaOast World Heavyweight Champion……AAAAAALFDOGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!! The boos intensify as Alf preens for the fans. CUE: Oh Hell Yeah “YEAHHHHH!!!” BUFFER And his opponent, hailing from Fall River, Massachusetts, he weighs in at 265 pounds…..PETERRRRRRRRR KNIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!! PK walks down the aisle with purpose, a mean look on his face. COLE Welcome, everyone, to HeldDOWN! We're right into it with out opening contest! Now, about four weeks ago, these two faced off for the first time in a very physical contest. *Clips of the match play*. In that match, Alfdogg worked over Knight’s arm, taking advantage of the no-DQ rules and battering it, putting PK on the shelf. GM Josie Baker granted this match at PK’s request. PK slides into the ring and Alfdogg quickly lays the boots to him, mainly focusing on the arm and shoulder that was injured. PK gets to his feet and retaliates with right hands backing Alf into the ropes. PK shoots him off and tries a clothesline. Alf ducks, but PK catches him off the rebound with a hiptoss and follows it up with some deep armdrags before locking in an armbar. The scene quickly cuts to the back to find Jay Richards watching the match on a monitor. COLE And there’s Knight’s opponent for School’s Out, Jay Richards, apparently scouting his opponent. CABOOSE I don’t know what possessed Baker to throw this kid to the wolves like that. COACH It’s called “baptism by fire” ‘Boose. Alf uses his free hand to deliver a few punches to try to break the hold. That doesn’t work, so Alf gouges his eyes instead, and that does the trick. Alf drags PK up by the hair and whips him into the corner. He measures him…… *SLAP* A chop. “WHOOOOOO~!” *SLAP* Another. “WHOOOOOO~!” *SLAP* and Another. “WHOOOOOO~!” Alf Irish whips him into the opposite corner and charges in, but PK moves out of the way sending Alf crashing into the corner. PK charges in and pastes Alf with a clothesline. Alf staggers out of the corner and Knight meets him with another clothesline that sends Alf toppling out to the floor. PK steps through the ropes and follows suit. They approach Sofa Central and Alf tries to kick Knight back, which only earns him a forearm to the back. Alf kicks again, aiming lower this time, and that does the trick. Alf grabs a cup from in front of Coach and tosses the contents, a dark liquid and ice, into Knight’s eyes. COACH MY ICED LATTE!!! I paid $8.95 for that, asshole!!!! Alf charges and drives a knee into Knight’s back, sending him blindly *SMACK* into the ringpost and steel steps. Alf taps his head and drinks in the crowd’s response. CABOOSE A smart cookie we see there. COLE Shall we call you Yoda from now on? Alf rolls PK back into the ring and covers. 1…. 2….. Kickout by Knight. Alf sets him up and *BAM* hits a snap suplex. Another cover. 1…… 2…… Another kickout. Alf pounds the mat in frustration. COLE This happened in their previous match as well. Knight is much too resilient for Alfdogg to put down with only a few moves. Alf drags PK up by the hair and backs him into the corner, delivering a few headbutts before setting him up against the ropes and shooting him off. Alf gets some momentum off the ropes and nails PK with a Hart Attack clothesline. He gets up with a cocky smirk on his face and slowly draws his thumb across his throat. COACH Mah Dawg is about to finish this one!! Alf slides out of the ring and shoves the top part of the ringsteps off, casting them aside and picking up the bottom part. He slides them into the ring and steps back through the ropes. He drags the steps to the middle of the ring and boots PK in the head before dragging him to his feet. Alf smiles and gives a thumbs down. COLE He’s not gonna…… CABOOSE and COACH Yes he is, Cole. Hey, stop saying what I’m saying! You’re a douchebag!! Alf whips him off the ropes and picks PK up for the AA spinebuster……but suddenly PK starts biting Alf’s forehead! COLE Knight’s biting him!! He’ll do anything to break the hold!! Indeed that does break Alf’s grip and PK boots him in the gut before grabbing a front facelock. Knight hooks Alf’s tights and picks him up for a vertical suplex, holding him there as a show of strength before……. *BANG* Dropping him gut-first onto the steps. COLE Peter Knight dropping Alfdogg right onto those damn 3 ton ring steps. Alf’s ribs might be smashed into bits right now!! Alf grabs his midsection and gasps for air as PK shoves the steps out of the way and raises one arm into the air, waiting for Alf to get to his feet. COACH Uh oh, Alf, run now!!! Alf struggles to his feet and PK picks him up in a fireman’s carry. The crowd rises to their feet as PK parades Alf around before….. *WHUMP* Driving him to the mat with a Knightmare! PK covers. COLE It’s OVAH!!! The pin is academic. 1……. 2…….. ………PK pulls Alf up by the hair. COLE Huh? PK shakes his head and, like Alf, draws his thumb across his own throat. He backs Alf into the ropes and ties him up in them. He rears back and….*BAM* delivers a right hand…..*BAM* and another one….*BAM**BAM**BAM**BAM**BAM**BAM**BAM**BAM**BAM**BAM*. COLE Peter Knight with just a barrage of right hands to Alf’s forehead. Look at his head snap back! Oh, he’s busted open. Now where’s he going? While Alf bleeds, PK slides out of the ring. He approaches the timekeeper’s table and the timekeeper is smart enough to get out of his chair so PK can take it without incident. He holds it up while the fans cheer wildly. COACH Oh crap. PK slides into the ring and eyes a semi-conscious Alfdogg. He slaps the chair on the mat a few times and approaches Alf. He looks into the camera as he readies a shot KNIGHT Hey Jay….watch this! We cut to Richards watching on the monitor, scared out of his wits. *CRACK* “OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” COLE, COACH and CABOOSE JOHN STAMOS Have mercy!!! Alf slumps to the mat as PK frees him from the ropes. He covers (which is DEFINTELY academic now): 1……. 2……. 3! *DING DING* CUE: Oh Hell Yeah BUFFER Here is your winner….Peterrrrrrr Kniiiiiiight!!! PK slides out of the ring and walks up the aisle as some fans cheer his demolition of Alf, but most stand in shock. COLE That was payback for what Alf did to him, but even more, that was a message to Jay Richards telling him what’s in store for him this Sunday at School’s Out. Backstage, Jay watches Knight walk in shock. He seems to be questioning his career choice, but suddenly a hand comes into the frame and pats him on the shoulder. Jay turns towards the source and nods. JAY I know. You’ll back me up. I know. COLE Who was that?! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted May 27, 2005 We see a shot of the backstage door to the outside world, which suddenly opens, revealing the OAOAST Champion, looking nothing like “The Light One” that he portrayed last week. Axel walks up to a door with his name on it, opens it, throws down his gear, closes the door, and keeps walking toward the ring. VOICE Hey! Yo! Man, wait up! The voice is revealed to be HOFF~!! Which gets a sizeable pop from the crowd. HOFF Man, where are you going? You look… AXEL ...Pissed off? Ready to hurt someone? How do I look Hoff? Do I look angry? Do I look like someone gave me my own move onto a ladder last Thursday? HOFF Whoa, man, settle. She’s not here yet. I checked. I know, we got beat down last week. But we’ll get them at School’s Out, yeah? AXEL No, not at School’s Out. I want action tonight. Fun as the stuff we were doing last week was, after the sneak attack that bitch pulled, I want violence. I want blood. HOFF Man, and you were just starting to lighten up… Axel immediately goes face to face with his slightly more laid back friend, a look of anger in his eyes. AXEL I DON’T WANT TO LIGHTEN UP ANYMORE! AFTER LAST WEEK, THAT BITCH DESERVES TO BE HURT, AND HURT BADLY! I am going to DESTROY her this Sunday. No cameras, no towels, no confetti, no bright yellow gear, just me in my black and red, her in whatever slutty color she decides goes best with her eyes, a ladder, and this belt. Actually, hell, she can bring people. Bring Gunner if he’s not six feet under after you’re finished with him, bring Black T, bring GPX, bring the returning almighty Drek Stone, bring her daddy, her mummy, her cousins, brothers, sisters, friends, family, bring everyone. I don’t care. The outcome is going to be the same. But I can’t keep this bottled up. I’m going out to that ring right now, I called Josie and told her to give me anybody. I don’t care, I need to hurt someone. HOFF Well… fair enough then. I’ll be sure to tune in and watch man. Good luck out there. AXEL Hoff, I don’t need luck. The way I’m feeling, I need a psychiatric evaluation. Crystal is going down at School’s Out, and she’ll wish she never screwed you last month, or me back in February. I’m eating that bitch alive. Axel storms off, leaving Hoff to sigh and shake his head. It leaves us to return to the ring! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is SIX-MAN TAG ACTION, set for one fall. The strobe lights are a-flashin' and the bubble machine is in full effect as KC and the Sunshine Band's "Boogey Man" blasts over the loud speakers, the boo birds out in force tonight as two sets of OAOAST titleholders head to the ring along with managerial legend Jim Cornette and his patent tennis racket. BUFFER Introducing first, from Newark, New Jersey, weighing 305 pounds, he is the OAOAST X-Division champion, THE 70'S DUDE! His tag team partners, accompanied to the ring by their manager James E. Cornette, weighing 465 pounds, the OAOAST World Tag Team champions, the NEW NEW MIDNIGHT EXPRESS! "BOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Fans, a reminder: All 6 of these men will be in action this Sunday night live on pay-per-view at School's Out. The 70's Dude will defend his X-Title against "The Superstar" James Allan, a title he's held before, and the Sk8ter Boiz will challenge for the New New Midnight Expresses World Tag Team Titles. The event to be held at our nation's capitol, Washington, D.C., is completely sold out, the only way to join us is by ordering the webcast on OAOAST.com or calling your local cable or satellite provider. But order right now! CABOOSE I've been wondering about something that happened last week? Who made The Superstar GM for a match, huh? There is no way a referee should listen to an active wrestler. Superstar is our generation's Earl Hebner. He's screwing guys left and right. COACH The Marv and Hell Mel pinned the champs in a non-title match a few weeks back, now can they do it for real? CABOOSE Isn't anybody going to answer my question about The Superstar being able to get a decision reversed? BUFFER And their opponents. "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" The house lights go out as the fierce vibrating bass of "Satellite" kicks in. BUFFER Weighing 533 pounds, the team of "THE SUPERSTAR" JAMES ALLAN AND THE SK8TER BOIZ! Strobes go off and Superstar appears at the top of the stage along with the Sk8ter Boiz. The Superstar's attitude rubbing off on the Boiz as they coolly walk down the ramp and into the ring. Superstar, Marv and Hell Mel go to their corner and loosen up. They watch in amusement as The 70's Dude, New New Midnight Express and Jim Cornette hilariously psych themselves up in their corner. The Dude and the Midnights jump on Supes and the Boiz when they turned their backs. The arena becomes electric as the faces start fighting back. "Narcissistic" Ned Blanchard sent into the corner, followed by "Sarcastic" Simon Singleton. The Superstar soaks in the cheers before having The Dude join his teammates, squashing the New New Midnight Express with that big bone frame of his in the corner. They do the exact same spot in the opposite corner. Narcissistic Ned stumbling out and into a GUTWRENCH SUPLEX by The Superstar! The Sk8ter Boiz following up with a SOMERSAULT LEGDROP/STANDING MOONSAULT combo. Sarcastic Simon is whipped out of the corner and into the grasps of the Sk8ter Boiz, who hit their version of the DOUBLE FLAPJACK! Jim Cornette throwing a hissy fit after the trademark Midnight Express maneuver is used against his own men. The 70's Dude creeps up behind Superstar with his hands locked together overhead. The Superstar whips around and catches Dude in the act, all Dude can do is flaunt his pearly whites -- what's left of them -- and strut away! But Supes isn't going to let him off that easily. He turns The Dude around and pops him in the face with a PALM STRIKE! The Dude stumbles back against the ropes, fortunate his nose isn't broken, nearly falling outside, but the Superstar holds him up and rams him head-first into the top turnbuckle. * DING DING * We're officially underway as the bell rings, Superstar continuing his attack on The Dude, trapping him in the corner. CHOP! "WHOOOOOOO!" CHOP! "WHOOOOOOO!" CHOP! "WHOOOOOOO!" The Superstar poses to the delight of the crowd. CHOP! "WHOOOOOOO!" The 70's Dude stuns a once again posing James Allan with a THUMB TO THE EYE. Irish whip. The Dude with a knee to the midsection, hitting the ropes afterwards and catching the doubled over Superstar upside the head with a RUNNING KNEE! He arrogantly struts around the body of Supes before picking him up and tossing him outside the ring to a waiting New New Midnight Express, who double-team Allan while The Dude distracts Earl Hebner. The 70's Dude joins his teammates outside when Hebner leaves to order the Sk8ter Boiz out of the ring. COLE Come on, Earl. Turn around. I tell you, we need two referees for tag matches. The ref always seems to be distracted when illegal activity occurs. COACH Geez, you make it sound like they're selling drugs. COLE They're triple-teaming him outside the ring, damnit! That's in violation of the rules. CABOOSE Rubbish. If there's one thing you Yanks are good at, it's violating the rules. COACH ZING~! And The Coach is made in the U.S.A. CABOOSE That explains why your tools do not work. Sarcastic Simon and Narcissistic Ned jump back on the apron as referee Earl Hebner turns around. Being the true heels that they are, the Midnights deny any wrongdoing. Earl tells Dude to bring it back in the ring, otherwise he'll begin administering a 10 count. The Dude tells Earl to "chill, daddy" and fires Superstar into the RING STEPS. The sound of Supes' back smacking against the steps ringing through the arena. With Allan leaning against the steps, The Dude charges Superstar and RAMS HIS KNEE INTO JAMES' FACE! The Superstar is sent back into the ring, The Dude following him back in shortly thereafter. The Dude Irish whips Supes into the corner, charging behind and connecting with a RUNNING CLOTHESLINE! The Dude not letting up, punching Allan between the eyes with straight right hands, taunting The Superstar after every punch by crossing his legs. But Dude makes a costly mistake when he glances over to his corner and gives a big THUMBS UP. It's anything but as The Superstar HIP TOSSES THE 70'S DUDE INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! The Dude sliding down and landing on the back of his head, his legs caught on the top rope. Like Dude earlier, The Superstar doesn't let up, stomping the beefy midsection of Dude, which could probably feed an entire third world country. He runs over to Dude's corner and shoves Sarcastic Simon, allowing him to LOW BLOW DUDE WITH AN ELBOW with Earl occupied. CABOOSE I'm with you, Cole. We need a second official for tag matches. COLE (sarcastically) Sure we do. EROTIC CITY, DOUBLE-ARM STALLING SUPLEX, coming up -- but Sarcastic Simon comes in and nails Supes with a double-axhandle smash. He and The Dude set Supes up for a DOUBLE SUPLEX, but Superstar floats over, avoids a DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE and tags The Marv, who catches Singleton and Dude turning back around with a MISSLE DROPKICK! Marv's adrenaline is running so high, he forgets Dude is the legal man and pounces on Simon instead. Dude tags Narcissistic Ned, who frees Simon by kicking Marv in the head. The OAOAST tag champs double-teaming one of their opponents at School's Out, whipping him to the ropes. Marv ducks a double clothesline, leaps onto the middle rope and springs backwards, knocking both Midnights off their feet with a REVERSE ELBOW! DROPKICK sends Singleton through the ropes. Blanchard sent into the ropes. BACK BODYDROP! Marv picks up a full head of steam and drops a LEAPING KNEEDROP across Ned's chest. The cover! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Marv clamps a front facelock and takes Ned to his corner, tagging in Hell Mel. Mel comes off the top with a traditional DOUBLE-AXHANDLE to the spine of the back. Taking a cue from his brother, Mel goes back to the front facelock, then into a snap suplex. He pops back up and attempts a STANDING MOONSAULT, but Blanchard PUTS THE KNEES UP! Ned scoopes up a winded Mel and walks over to his corner, tagging Sarcastic Simon, and then slamming his opponent. Simon swings over the top rope and lands both feet on Mel's stomach. DOUBLE STOMP! Quick cover. ONE... TWO... THRE-- NO, SHOULDER UP! Sarcastic Simon goes to his favorite part of the ring -- the top rope. FLYING KNEEDROP...CAUGHT BY MEL! Hell Mel holds on tightly to Simon's leg as he gets back up and locks on a FIGURE-FOUR LEGLOCK! Narcissistic Ned steps inside the ring, followed by The Marv, who takes Ned off his feet with a DOUBLE-LEG TAKEDOWN INTO A FIGURE-FOUR! COACH Listen to this crowd, fellas. They're off the charts! The 70's Dude is the last line of defense. The Superstar coming in to keep things even. He ducks under a Dude right and applies a SLEEPER HOLD! CABOOSE The team of the New New Midnight Express and 70's Dude are in serious trouble here. Earl Hebner is asking Sarcastic Simon if he wants to quit. Gritting his teeth and holding onto Earl's collar, Simon screams "no!" The Dude is going out of it, dropping to a knee, reaching for the ropes. Why? Because Jim Cornette hands him his TENNIS RACKET, which Dude uses to free himself by HITTING SUPERSTAR ON TOP OF THE HEAD! Still holding onto Earl's collar, Simon sees Dude with the racket and brings Earl in closer into him, cradling his head, allowing The Dude to SMACK THE RACKET ON THE MARV'S CHEST, FREEING NED, who then FREES SIMON BY RAKING MEL'S EYES. CABOOSE Great teamwork. COLE That has got to be the biggest joke I've heard all day. "Great teamwork"? Pfft. The 70's Dude rolls out of the ring and hands the racket back to Cornette, the two along with Narcissistic Ned engaging in some MAN LOVE~! a.k.a. group hug. COACH Aww. Whaddya say, guys? Group hug? CABOOSE No. Tag made to Narcissistic Ned who uncharacteristically goes to the top -- AND MISSES A BIG SPLASH! Eating nothing but canvas is Blanchard, lying mid-ring in a fetal position, clutching his stomach. COLE As previously mentioned, Sarcastic Simon is the high-flier of the duo. So it was real surprise to see Narcissistic Ned going up top. CABOOSE Maybe that was what Ned was banking on. Not being one who comes off the top often, maybe he thought it would catch Hell Mel by surprise. High-risk, high reward. The Marv slaps the top turnbuckle, getting the crowd into as Hell Mel looks to make the tag. Narcissistic Ned and The Dude rush into the ring and shove Allan and Nerdly off the apron, dragging Mel back to their corner and stomping him as the referee struggles to restrain Supes and The Marv. Even Cornette gets in a shot, ramming the handle of his tennis racket into the left temple of Hell Mel. By the time the referee gets Supes and Marv out of the ring, Dude and Ned are already back on the apron, as if nothing had happened. Sarcastic Simon uses the bottom rope to pull himself to his corner and makes the tag to The 70's Dude. The Dude struts into the ring, brushing his hair back and grinning from ear to ear as he drops a BIG FAT LEGDROP on Hell Mel. Dude hooks the leg... ONE... TWO.... TH-- KICKOUT! "Owww, this close, daddy!" The Dude shouts, driving the flat of the boot into Mel's forehead, lifting him up and shoving him into the corner. The Dude sprints over to Superstar and Marv, and drills Supes with a forearm smash to the side of the face! Only holding tight onto the top rope keeps Supes from falling off the apron. He enters the ring despite the warnings by Hebner and chases after The Dude, who bails out of the ring. Superstar shoots Earl a look as he's escorted back to his corner, the Midnights and Dude triple-teaming Hell Mel in theirs. But Hell Mel gives some hell, fighting his way out of the corner like only a real man can -- with his FISTS! Back elbow to the temple knocks Narcissistic Ned off the apron. Right hand sends Sarcastic Simon down. Hell Mel blocks a right from The Dude and sends him reeling back. He rolls through a clothesline attempt and TAGS THE SUPERSTAR, the fans jumping out of their seats! The Dude tags out as Supes comes into the ring, handing his problem over to Narcissistic Ned. Superstar James Allan meets the Handsome Hustler with an array of quick strikes: knife-edge chops and kicks to the midsection. Narcissistic Ned takes a wild swing which Superstar ducks, and connects with a BACK SUPLEX. The cover. ONE... TWO... THRE-- NO, COUNT BROKEN UP BY SARCASTIC SIMON! The Superstar is SLAPPED ACROSS THE FACE, his left cheek bright red. Earl Hebner gets between the two, Sarcastic Simon baiting him to come on. Narcissistic Ned hits Supes from behind with an ENZURIGI, grabbing a handful of tights and taking Supes down to the canvas with a SCHOOL BOY! ONE... TWO... THRE-- NO, KICKOUT! Narcissistic Ned is caught by surprise when The 70's Dude reaches over the top and tags himself in. He zooms past Blanchard and goes to work on The Superstar, kicking him in the head. Dude drops to his knees and CHOKES SUPERSTAR, earning a stern warning from referee Earl Hebner. One, two, three, four -- he tries pulling Dude off Supes but can't. One, two, three, four, fi-- Now Dude breaks. Dude scoopes Supes up and takes him over to his corner, placing him in a TREE OF WOE. The Dude steps back and charges the corner, knocking the air out of The Superstar with a RUNNING KNEELIFT! Dude following up with vicious kicks to the midsection, dropping a knee to Supes' chin. Earl has to restrain Dude after numerous attempts to set Superstar free go unsuccessful. Jim Cornette grabs the attention away from Dude and onto himself when he hops on the ring apron, which lets The Dude get some payback from earlier by PUNCHING SUPES IN THE BALLS! "HAVE MERCY!" COLE Oh, yeah. Real tough guy, you are. You tag out like a girl, then hit a guy low when he can't defend yourself. I hope he's happy. CABOOSE He looks pretty happy to me. But then again, The 70's Dude is usually gay. COACH ... CABOOSE Back in the day, before Rosie ruined it, "gay" used to mean more than your sexual preference. COACH Wow, I didn't know that. School's Out, and I learned something by watching HeldDOWN~! Cool. The Dude charges the corner again, dropping a DOUBLE-AXHANDLE TO THE JAW, knocking Supes off the top! Superstar slammed in the center of the ring. The Dude standing over Supes, shielding his eyes and staring around the arena. He removes his tye-die bandana and throws it over the top rope, Jim Cornette reaching up and grabbing it, acting like a school girl after he catches it, giggling. The Dude rapidly crosses his arms and hits the ropes, performing THE ROBOT~! before dropping the MOST GROOVY MOVE IN PARODY E-FED ENTERTAINMENT TODAY, THE DIRTY HIPPY'S ELBOW! BOOM! The cover. ONE... TWO... THRE-- NO! COLE SUPERSTAR KICKED OUT! He's staying alive, you arrogant 70's prick! The Dude sets Superstar up for a PILEDRIVER, but Supes COUNTERS WITH A BACKDROP! He hits the ropes and hammers Dude with a RUNNING ELBOW SMASH, bouncing off the Dude's husky chest and landing near his corner! The Sk8ter Boiz stand on the bottom rope and lean over as far as they can without loosing their grip on the tag rope. The Superstar inches up and MAKES THE TAG! The Dude doing the same in the process. It's The Marv and Narcissistic Ned. Both men square off mid-ring, exchanging blows with Marv eventually taking control and knocking Ned off his feet. Sarcastic Simon comes in and is met with a bodyslam. One for Ned as well. Hell Mel helps out his partner, coming in and sending Singleton flopping to the outside following a DOUBLE DROPKICK. The Boiz whip Blanchard across the ring and take him over and down with a DOUBLE HIPTOSS and a follow-up DOUBLE BIG SPLASH! Marv and Hell Mel kip up and catch Blanchard with a double dropkick. Hell Mel exits. ROTATIONAL INERTIA (Standing Moonsault into an elbow drop) by The Marv. ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! The Marv hits the ropes and attempts a CROSS BODYBLOCK, but Narcissistic Ned catches him in mid-air. Hell Mel comes back into the ring, Narcissistic Ned seeing him out of the corner of his eye spins around as Mel goes up for a dropkick, causing him to DROPKICK HIS OWN PARTNER/BROTHER! The 70's Dude, Sarcastic Simon and Jim Cornette laugh at the incompetence of the Sk8ter Boiz, Ned taking Hell Mel over the top and to the floor with a clothesline. Narcissistic Ned picks Marv back up and hits the SLINGSHOT SUPLEX! The cover. ONE... TWO... THRE-- SUPERSTAR PULLS NED OFF! The crowd pops for the save, but the team of Dude and the Midnights do not. As Superstar is taken back to his corner, an illegal switch is made when The 70's Dude enters and drops an ELBOW ON MARV'S STERNUM. Earl Hebner questions The Dude and the Midnights, all of whom claim a tag was made. Earl doesn't believe them, so he ASKS THE CROWD. "NOOOOOOOOOO!" "BOOOOOOOOOO!" With that, Earl begins his 5 count and ORDERS DUDE OUT! CABOOSE What?! This isn't the first-time Hebner has screwed somebody over. COLE And how many times will that continue to be brought up? CABOOSE Until all parties involve die. Hebner falls down... COACH Big G works quick, says The Coach. ...because Jim Cornette took a swipe at his feet with his tennis racket. Earl pops up, shoots James E. the bird and then EJECTS HIM FROM RINGSIDE! Cornette goes BALLISTIC. Taking off his jacket and entering the ring. But as he's stepping through the ropes, EARL CLOTHESLINES HIM BACK OUTSIDE and calls for CARL WINSLOW~! to usher Cornette to the back, much the ire of The 70's Dude and the New New Midnight Express. While Dude and the Midnights watch Winslow take Cornette away, The Marv crawls to his corner and TAGS THE SUPERSTAR JAMES ALLAN! The crowd ERUPTING! Caught off-guard, something Carl Winslow would never be, Narcissistic Ned falls prey to a RUNNING ELBOW SMASH. Superstar lifts him up, grabs his lifeless arm and TAGS THE 70'S DUDE! The Dude stands on the apron bugged-eye, until The Superstar SLINGSHOTS HIM INTO THE RING! VERTICAL SUPLEX! Supes goes for the pin, but Dude shoves him off and tries bailing, only to have Superstar grab him from behind and drop him in the center of the ring with a BRIDGING BACK SUPLEX! ONE... TWO... THRE-- PIN BROKEN UP! Sarcastic Simon broke up the pin by kicking Superstar's feet out from under him. HELL MEL OFF THE TOP WITH A FLYING CLOTHESLINE! Singleton rolling out of the ring, Hell Mel right behind. Narcissistic Ned with a HIGH KNEE TO THE BACK of Hell Mel. The New New Midnight Express working over Hell Mel on the outside, while The 70's Dude and The Superstar duke it out inside the ring. The Marv runs between a punch-exchanging Dude and Superstar and takes the New New Midnight Express and Hell Mel out with a SUICIDE DIVE! In the ring, 70's Dude avoids Superstar's THAI ROUNDHOUSE KICK and lifts him onto his shoulderblades for the DRAFT DODGER! Superstar begins pounding The Dude's lower back with a closed fist, doing anything he can to escape, tugging on Dude's tights and managing to worm down his back and into a SUNSET FLIP! ONE... TWO... THREE! "YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" * DING DING DING DING * TV on the Radio's "Satellite" hits, The Superstar and Sk8ter Boiz meeting outside and walking slowly up the rampway, backwards, eyeing their opponents this Sunday on pay-per-view. The normally happy-go-lucky smile on The 70's Dude replaced with a frown that can't be turned upside down. We cut to the arena floor, where the OAOAST World Tag Team champions are just getting back up. They watch the team of James Allan and the Sk8ter Boiz celebrating on the AngleTron. COLE "The Superstar" James Allan just defeated the X-Division Champion, The 70's Dude, 3 DAYS BEFORE SCHOOL'S OUT! What a bad omen for The Dude. CABOOSE I'm sure The Dude is more than willing to take the loss in exchange for win Sunday night, a match that really matters because the X-Title will be on the line. COACH The same for the New New Midnight Express, who defend their OAOAST Tag Team Titles against the Sk8ter Boiz at School's Out. COLE That's sure to be an explosive show, what with all of the recent controversy we've had recently. Let's take you now to two men at the heart of that controversy: Dan Black and Tony Brannigan. We cut to backstage where 1/3rd of the participants in Sunday's Three Way Dance tag match stand by with Tony Schiavone. Black T, two time former OAOAST tag team champions, playboys, womanisers and egotists, dressed in impecceabley tailored suits. Their usually cool demeanour, however, is a little frayed. SCHIAVONE Dan - Tony - this weekend sees a huge match, a battle of power in the OAOAST. 3 teams, elimination rules, and whoever is left standing will have all the bragging rights. Dan Black looks at Schaivone in contempt. BLACK This isn't about bragging rights, you idiot. It's about beating rights. The right Black t has to beat the hell out of 4 men who, frankly, don't deserve to be in the same company as us, let alone the same ring. BRANNIGAN It makes me sick that you share my name, Schiavone. I suggest you change it. Look, lets break this match down. Zack Malibu and Some Guy. They know their time is running out, but they won't step out of the way of Black T. Make no mistake T-...Schiavone, we will *move* them out of the way with extreme prejudice. And GPX? Back with some new attitude, some new mission to target the people who built this company? Boys, you got our attention. Now you're going to wish you hadn't. BLACK People say there's a new edge to GPX. But there's....hey! You! Dan walks away from the interview position, leaving Brannigan to finish the interview. BRANNIGAN As Dan was about to say, there's nothing GPX can bring that we can possibly we threatened by. We are old school, and at School's Out, we'll be teaching them, and Malibu and Some Guy, that we are the past, the present, and the future of this company. Brannigan's Law decrees it. The camera cuts to follow Dan Black, whos walking swiftly towards a figure at the end of a corridor. BLACK Hey! The figure turns. The watching crowd BOOS Drek Stone's visage. STONE Oh, hi...Eskimo Guy, right? BLACK You know who I am, Stone, and you know you don't want to make an enemy of me. STONE What you going to do, throw icicles at me? Set your huskies loose? Dan's jaw twitches, but he controls himself. BLACK Last week. What you did to Malibu. Now I have to admit, I enjoyed it. Seeing him laid out in the middle of the ring - you did good, young fellow. Very good. But you see, it's not your job - not your purpose - to eliminate Zack Malibu. It's mine. I will be the one to end his career. I will be the one that finally rids the OAOAST of his smiling, disgustingly smug face. So you won't attack him again, you'll stay away from him. Understand? STONE Danny, Danny. You had your chance, didn't you? Last month, you had a straight up match, one on one, and he beat you. 1, 2, 3. You didn't end his career. You didn't break his will, his spirit. Face it - you're no better than him. Just another old, jaded, bitter "star" who can't accept that he'll never be a champion again. Step aside, Black. This place isn't yours anymore. Drek shoulders past Dan and walks off down another corridor. Dan watches him go with a look of icy hatred. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted May 27, 2005 BUFFER Your following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. In the ring, from Latin Amerrrrrrrica~!... LLLOOOOSSSSS... CONQUISTADOOOOOORRRRRRRSSSSSSS!! The Conquistadors raise their fists in the air, getting a mixed reaction as we're back on HeldDOWN~! And we swoop down to Sofa Central, just as "Back In Black" by AC/DC hits and draws boos from around the arena. COLE Tag team action on the way here and it promises to be...interesting, I suppose you could say. If only because Igor Stoyanovich is teaming with his School's Out opponent's bodyguard, Bohemoth. CABOOSE I agree. Maybe we'll finally see Igor in a real match, instead of the debacle with Crystal and Gunner. As the boos continue, Christian Wright leads the way through the curtains, with his bodyguard following out behind and showing off TEH GUNZ~! Wright and Bohemoth walk on a little way, before Wright stops, pointing back to the entrance...as Igor Stoyanovich bounds out, getting a pop from the fans, despite the company he's in tonight. BUFFER And their opponents...accompanied to the ring by "The Natural" Christian Wright. First, from Greenville, South Carolina. He weighs two hundred and eighty four pounds...BOOOOHHEEEMMOOOOOTTHHHH!! And his tag team partner, from Russia... IIIGGOOOOORRR... SSSTTOOOYYYAAAAANNOOVVIIICCCCCCHHHHH!! A mixed reaction greets Bohemoth and Igor, boos for the bigman and cheers for the...well, little man. Igor seems to hear only the cheers and waves to the fans before stomping up the ring steps. Rolling into the ring, Bo flashes a look at Los Conquistadors that sends them scurrying to the floor. Meanwhile, on the outside, Christian Wright is making his way around to Sofa Central. Coachman smartly hands his headset over (because let's face it, he's pointless enough as a third man, let alone fourth), allowing Wright a place at the commentary position. *DING DING DING!* COLE Well, here we go with tag team action. And we're joined here by Christian Wright...I'm surprised you're not in there with your 'new, bestest buddy'. WRIGHT There no need to be sarcastic, Michael. Besides, my debut is already scheduled for School's Out. In the ring, both Conquistadors seem pensive to start the match, as Bohemoth stand across the ring from them. Bo encourages the referee to get someone in, which he does, presumably Uno. Nervously, Uno tries to lock up with Bohemoth, but the big man drives a knee into his gold gut and doubles him over. An irish whip sends Uno into the corner...and Bo follows in with a stiff clothesline! Out staggers Uno, right into a right hand from Bohemoth. Followed by a second. Uno is reeling, as Bohemoth charges and wipes Uno out with a third clothesline, this one sending him crashing out of the ring! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The crowd boo, but Igor seems very pleased, jumping up and down on the bottom rope and applauding Bohemoth. CABOOSE I give you credit Christian, this guy is awe inspiring. WRIGHT Well, I trained him myself, so I'm honoured to hear a great professional such as yourself say that. CABOOSE And, if you don't mind me saying, it's nice to sit next to someone who's intelligent and well spoken, unlike 'Mr Ebonic' and Frosty The Hairman here. Uno regroups and rolls back into the ring, quickly tagging in Dos. Not too pleased to be tagged, Dos gingerly enters the ring, obviously not wanting to raise Bo's ire. But it matters not, as Bo charges him straight away with a knee, followed by some clubbing forearms. Dos gets pounded to his knees, before Bo measures the gold cranium of the Conquistador...and almost knows it clear off with a HARD right hand! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Up go the chants, causing a grumble from Wright at the commentary table. Bo does his best to ignore them, pulling Dos to his feet and sending him off the ropes. He swings with a clothesline but Dos manages to roll underneath the massive arm. Surprised, Bo swings again, but again Dos tumbles underneath. But Dos then gets carried away, rolling and tumbling for no real reason for a few moments more, before giving a thumbs up to the fans. In doing so, he turns his back on Bohemoth though, the bigman locking Dos' arms and DRIVING him down with a full nelson slam! WRIGHT That's it Bo, that's my man! Bo pops right back up, just in time to catch Uno running into the ring and plant him with the front spinebuster!! The crowd pop a little for that one, as Bo drags Dos back to his feet. Again the Conquistador gets locked in a full nelson. But instead fo going for a slam, Bo lifts Dos clear off his feet and carries him over to the corner with the full nelson still applied, holding Dos open...allowing Igor to catch Dos with a right hand!! "YYYYEEEEEAAAHHH!" Igor once more applauds, as Bo smirks a little. COLE And look at poor Igor, oblivious to what's really going on here. WRIGHT That sounds distinctly like racism there Michael. Just because Igor is Russian, does not mean he's poor. Infact, he's rich. Rich in excitement about being on the grand stage of wrestling...Pay Per View. Let's not forgot, that it was I that got him there. Let's not forget, it's I who offered him the match. See, I'm giving this young kid a second chance in life Michael. Cole pauses for a moment, as in the ring, Bohemoth scoops up Dos and drops him across the top turnbuckle with a snake eyes. COLE A second chance!?! WRIGHT Yes, a second chance! Look at the smile on Igor's face. He's out here, getting a chance to team with an athlete like Bohemoth...the chance to associate with my good self. He's having the time of his life! Do you think that someone like...let's say, Leon Rodez...would go out of his way to make a young kid like Igor's life better, like I'm doing? COLE Wel... WRIGHT No, exactly, no. He wouldn't. He'd try to make 'relations' with Igor's mother instead. As Dos staggers around the ring, Bohemoth measures him, slamming a big boot into the jaw of his gold opponent and knocking his loopy. The Conquistador falls flat on his back, motionless, as Bohemoth looks around. Which is wise, as Uno advances on him. Bohemoth is first to react however, swinging out an arm and hooking Uno down with a STIFF~! Lariat! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!" CABOOSE Just pure domination here. WRIGHT And now, I think it's time...for the end. Suddenly, Wright stands up at the table, flashing the thumbs up Bohemoth's way...before turning the thumbs down. Bo sees the signal and instantly hauls the lifeless body of Conquistador Dos off the canvas and scooping him into his arms. The crowd know what's coming, booing in preperation, as Bohemoth swings Dos around... ...out... ...and DOWN~! COLE Erotic Awakening Of B!! And Los Conquistadors' winning streak is, unsurprisingly, over. But Bohemoth isn't going for a cover. Instead, Bohemoth turns to his corner, reaching out a hand...and allowing Igor to tag himself into the match! COLE Now what... WRIGHT Now, we prove to naysayers like yourself that we are truly doing all this for Igor's good. We're going to give him a little more happiness in his life. COLE What does that mean? What that means, is Igor scampering over to the motionless Dos and making the cover... 1... COLE Igor with the pin! 2... 3!! *DING DING DING!* COLE And Igor wins it! CABOOSE Aw, this makes even a hardman like me feel warm and fuzzy inside. WRIGHT Well, I guess I'd better go 'congratulate' the 'winner'. Wright leaves the commentary desk, as Igor leaps up and down in the ring, celebrating his victory. A beaming smile adorns Igor's face as he places a foot on the downed Conquistador's chest, beating his own chest in a show of manly dominance, before waving to the crowd in a show of...well, childish glee. Wright meanwhile rolls into the ring, exchanging a look with Bohemoth before tapping Igor on the shoulder. COLE Oh no, I don't like the look of this. Confused, Igor looks around. Wright taps him on the shoulder again though and finally Igor turns around...and Wright hugs Igor!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" CABOOSE See, you keep doubting Christian Wright and he keeps proving you wrong Michael. There's no alterior motive at all, he's just shining some light into Igor's life. COLE I still don't buy it. Wright grabs Igor's wrist and raises it in the air triumphantly, calling over Bohemoth. Escorting Igor out of the ring, Bo walks up the ramp with the youngster. As back in the ring, Christian Wright walks over to Conquistador Uno and begins to drag him to his feet. COLE And, what the hell is this? With Uno up, Wright measures him, delivering a boot to the gut! The fans are in uproar as on the rampway, Bohemoth makes sure Igor doesn't see what's going on...as Wright applies a front facelock and lifts Uno to a 90 degree poisition, before he twists and SPIKES Uno with the Converting The Sinner!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE THERE are Christian Wright's true colours! No need at all for that and it's the second time in three weeks. CABOOSE What can I say, he's just a little anxious to get involved in the ring. COLE That's a weak excuse and you know it! Wright smirks at the fallen Conquistadors, rolling out of the ring and walking up the ramp. Still, Igor is clueless as to what Wright just did, no reason to assume the worst as Wright pats him on the back. Igor happily scurries off. Leaving Wright to look to Bohemoth, then at Igor and smile. A sick, hungry smile. COLE The look on that man's face is disgusting. CABOOSE I'd be happy in his position, too. Christian Wright is gonna make one hell of a statement on Sunday. COLE Let's go backstage, where the Dan Rather of wrestling broadcasting, "Mean" Gene Okerlund, is standing by. Take it away, "Mean" Gene. GENE I may have gotten a few stories wrong in my day, Michael Cole, but I can still do your job better. Anyway, this Sunday night live on pay-per-view at School's Out, my next guests will be involved in a just announced No Holds Barred match against the Heavenly Rockers. They are Frank and Frankie Frankensteiner, the Frankensteiners. Gentlemen, due to recent events over the last month you and the Heavenly Rockers have been forbided from making physical contact with each other until Sunday night. Fans all over the world have tried figuring out -- unsuccessfully, I might add -- why you and the Heavenly Rockers have such distain for one another. You've already denied any doing with Jim Cornette Enterprises, so what is the deal? FRANK You see, "Mean" Gene, my brother and I have been wrestling all our lives. It's in our blood. This sport we call professional wrestling is near and dear to our hearts. Our father was a wrestler, our grandfather was a wrestler, our great-great-great-great grandfather was a wrestler who often squared off against Abe Lincoln and made him his bitch. So it pisses us off that two jackass American Idol rejects turned wrestlers step into our ring and make a mockery of our profession with their "wrestling." Our goal is to win the OAOAST World and/or HI-YAH International tag team championships. Their goal is to get a #1 hit and have their album go platinum. While we're bruisin' up tag teams in the States and in Japan, the Heavenly Rockers are in a studio making more of their crappy music. School may be out, but Sunday night Synth and Logan will be in the school of hardknocks. FRANKIE Like my brother said, Gene, we bruise people up. I like that warm and fuzzy feeling I get in my gut when I suplex a guy on his head. I like watching the ref count 1-2-3. I want a belt I can use for a chew toy, Gene. Me and my brother are gonna get it done. We know it. New New Midnight Express, Love Doctors, watch your backs, because you don't know when the Sooner Bruisers will bite you from behind. Frankie runs around Frank and Gene, BARKING. GENE Sooner Brusiers? FRANK That's right, "Mean" Gene. Our father and grandfather, who we're named after, used to wrestle together back in the day as the Sooner Brusiers. They had some wars down in the south with the Minnesota Wrecking Crew of Gene and Ole Anderson. No Holds Barred is how they settled things. Now we'll carry on the Sooner Bruisers tradition. Some commotion in the background grabs the attention of Gene and the Brusiers. The camera pans around. Heavily surrounded by CARL WINSLOW~! and OAOAST officials, THE HEAVENLY ROCKERS AND HOLLY-WOOD make their way to the interview position. Logan "Usher" Mann wielding a BASEBALL BAT. Logan gets in Frank's face and TAKES A SWING AT HIS HEAD. Luckily, an official is able to rip the bat out of Logan's hand before it comes close to Frank's noggin. A fuming Frank lunges forward, but Winslow immediately gets between him and Logan. Frankie coming in and holding his brother back, Synth and Holly restraining Logan. Agents and officals get between both teams. LOGAN YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! You send my woman one more letter like that and I swear to God I'll kill you! FRANK What you bitchin' about now, boy? If your old lady is gettin' some on the side, while I'm flattered you'd first suspect the Man of Tomorrow, I ensure you I ain't the one tappin' that ass. LOGAN Don't play dumb with me, asshole. You know what I'm talkin' about. Holly shoots down your advances and you decide to go after me to hurt her. FRANK Screw you, bitch! I didn't send your little whore a letter. HOLLY No, screw you, Frank! (shaking her ass) You couldn't bang this, now you're trying to regain the manhood you lost. FRANK Winslow, you better get this bitch out of my face before I send her back to Venus. Logan reaches over Nick Patrick's head and grazes the top of Mean Gene's trying to get at Frank. LOGAN COME ON, FRANK! COME ON! FRANKIE You want some? You'll get some. He'll hurt you real bad, Mann. Real bad! FRANK No Holds Barred, Rockers. No Holds Barred! HOLLY Bring it, roidy! COLE What an explosive situation we have going on backstage. Logan doesn't care that there's a "no contact" ruling in effective, he wants some of Frank. CABOOSE I bet Logan's an abusive guy when he's drunk. COLE Gimme a break. That's one of the more stupider things I've heard you say. CABOOSE He's obviously posessive, Cole. He's blaming Frank for something he didn't do. COLE We don't know that. CABOOSE Don't tell me you're sticking with the notion that the Sooner Bruisers are working with Jim Cornette. They denied it. COLE A lot of people have denied things that turned out to be true over the course of history. CABOOSE That's pretty profound, for a moron. We cut to the back, where PRL and Cuban Wall are WALKING~! PRL offers some words of encouragement. COLE Cuban Wall is coming to the ring for his match! Will John “Rock Hard” Brickston show up? The OAOAST Italian Championship will be defended, up next, on HeldDOWN~!. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted May 27, 2005 A deep, slow voiced man says “LIGHTNING CREW!” The opening to “No Chance In Hell” begins playing while the crowd stands up and boos. The AngleTron shows pictures of Cuban Wall posing in front of a Cuban flag and CUBAN WALL written to the right side of the screen in big, blocky red letters. Lights flicker on and off in the entrance, while smokes covers it. A lightning bolt hits the entrance, and “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Boyds begins playing. *No Chance (No Chance) That’s what ya got! (Ha! Ha! Yeah) Put up against no machine too strong (Too strong) Pussy politicians buying souls for us Are…PUPPETS! (Puppets!)* After a few seconds of waiting, the entrance doors slide open, and Cuban Wall appears, with PRL by his side. PRL gives Wall words of encouragement. Wall looks at the crowd with a stone expression on his face, and then pumps his right fist in the air. The Lightning Crew begin their walk towards the ring. *DING DING DING* MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. And is for the One And Only AngleSault Thread Italian Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, accompanied to the ring by "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican. From Havana, Cuba. Weighing in at 285 lbs. He is the Official Muscle Of The Lightning Crew; CUBAN WAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!! Cuban Wall shadowboxes while walking to the ring, while PRL gives him some words of encouragement. MICHAEL COLE Well fans, coming up next is what we believe to be a match for the OAOAST Italian Championship. But, if you have been following OAOAST programming for the past 3 weeks, you will note that John “Rock Hard” Brickston, the Italian Champion, was brutally attacked by The Lightning Crew 3 weeks ago. They attacked his right arm with a fire extinguisher, and then proceeded to beat him and The All-American Boys with stun tasers. JONATHON “THE COACH” COACHMAN It was a shocking moment indeed. This match was originally scheduled for that night 3 weeks back, and supposedly, it will happen tonight, even though we have not seen John Brickston since the attack from The Lightning Crew. CABOOSE I am hoping that Brickston does come out, but he comes out here to vacate the Italian Title, so that the belt can be put on somebody who actually DESERVES it, like say, Cuban Wall. COLE Give me a break. Cuban Wall gets on the ring apron, and stares at the crowd with disgust. He enters the ring while “No Chance In Hell” continues playing. He stands in the center of the ring, and raises his right fist in the air receiving loud boos. PRL stands next to him, and offers words of praise about Wall. PRL leaps in the air to high five Wall, and then taunts the fans. Wall heads to the top turnbuckle, and poses by raising his arms in the air. He taunts the fans on the turnbuckle, and then hops off, and shadowboxes some more. PRL high fives Wall. Cuban Wall does the “I-want-the-belt” hand gesture. COLE We still have no word on whether or not Brickston will come to the ring. Like we said before, the last time Brickston was seen was 3 weeks ago on HeldDOWN~! when The Lightning Crew attacked him. CABOOSE Oh he’s probably shaking in his boots right now. He’s afraid of facing Cuban Wall. “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Boyds dies down. Cuban Wall asks for a microphone. CUBAN WALL Hey John! John “Rock Hard” Brickston! Are you coming out or what? Are we going to have this match, or am I gonna have to go to the back and take the Italian Title away from you? CABOOSE Go to the back and take the Italian Title away from him! COLE Will you be quiet? WALL Come on now, John. PRL and I haven’t got all day. Just come on down with the belt, so that we can do this thing. PRL and Cuban Wall stand in the ring waiting. A few seconds pass, and nobody answers. PRL and Wall laugh. CUBAN WALL God, you are so pathetic! “Rock Hard”? What a bunch of bull! Your nickname should be John “Soft Pillow” Brickston! CABOOSE HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! That was so funny! The crowd chants “ASS-HOLE!” directed at Cuban Wall. Wall and PRL sneer at the crowd. Wall continues to speak. CUBAN WALL Well, I guess I just have to go to the back and— *Give me fuel Give me fire Give me that which I desire!* “Fuel” by Metallica begins playing. The crowd pops, while Cuban Wall and PRL are shock. The entrance doors slide open, and out steps John “Rock Hard” Brickston to a loud pop. He has his right hand in a cast, and has taped ribs. He is holding the OAOAST Italian Championship belt with his left hand. John has a look of ANGER~! on his face, storming down to the ring, muttering under his breath. BUFFER And his opponent, the champion. Coming down the aisle, from Sacramento, California; weighing in at 215 lbs. He is the One And Only AngleSault Thread Italian Champion, JOHN “ROCK HARRRDDDDDD” BRIICCCKKKSSSTTOOOOOONNNNNNN!!!! COLE John Brickston is back, and he is pissed! CABOOSE Oh, come on! You think just because he comes to the ring to a Metallica song, you think it means that Cuban Wall should be intimidated? Hell no. Cuban Wall ain’t afraid of nobody! Brickston fast walks to the ring. PR quickly scurries out of the ring, leaving Cuban Wall standing alone. COACH We are just moments away from this titanic matchup. It’s the 6’6 John “Rock Hard” Brickston going up against the 6’7” Cuban Wall. It’s the “Battle Of The Big Men”, and it’s coming up in just a few seconds. Brickston enters the ring, and let’s out a mighty roar. He raises the OAOAST Italian Championship belt to a pop. Brickston and Wall stare at each other, while Brickston hands the OAOAST Italian Championship belt over to Referee Mickey Jay. Cuban Wall trashtalks in Brickston’s face. Referee Mickey Jay raises the OAOAST Italian Championship belt, and then hands it over to a member of the ring crew. He then checks on both Wall and Brickston. Finally, Mickey Jay calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* OAOAST ITALIAN CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH JOHN “ROCK HARD” BRICKSTON (Champion) vs. CUBAN WALL (Challenger with "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican) Cuban Wall and John Brickston immediately start brawling, with the people in their corners cheering them on. Cuban Wall knees Brickston in the gut, and then hits him with the CLUBBERIN~!, THEY BE CLUBBERIN~! forearms. Wall whips Brickston into a turnbuckle, and then follows with an avalanche. Wall grabs Brickston and whips him into the opposite turnbuckle, and goes for another avalanche, but Brickston moves out of the way, and Wall hits the turnbuckle. Brickston does a spinning wheel kick on Cuban Wall, and then covers him for a two count. COLE Almost! John Brickston picks up Cuban Wall and punches him in the face with his left hand several times. He heads to the ropes, but PRL grabs his right foot, distracting him. PRL and Brickston trash talk each other, allowing Cuban Wall to charge in and knee Brickston in the stomach to gain control. COLE Hey, that’s not fair! CABOOSE All’s fair in love and war, and this is definitely a war. COACH Wow, I actually agree with you on that. CABOOSE Ugh. Cuban Wall beats on John “Rock Hard” Brickston. He stomps on Brickston’s right hand, causing Brickston to scream loud. Wall picks up Brickston, and kicks him in the ribs, and then Irish whips him into the ropes, and follows with a big boot to the face. COLE Cuban Wall is taking full advantage of Brickston’s injured hand and ribs! CABOOSE Well, duh. The fact that he is wearing a cast on his right hand, and has tape covering his ribs should be considered a target for Brickston’s opponents. PRL cheers Cuban Wall on. Wall tells Brickston to get up, but instead, he stomps on Brickston’s right hand again. And then he does it again. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PRL tells the crowd to shut up. Meanwhile, Wall grabs Brickston and gives him a sidewalk slam. He goes for a cover. 1…2…KICK OUT! Cuban Wall grabs Brickston and whips him into the turnbuckle. Wall tries another avalanche, but Brickston elbows him in the face. He punches Wall repeatedly, and then whips him into the ropes. John Brickston grabs Cuban Wall and gives him a powerslam! COLE What an impressive move from John Brickston! COACH This man keeps on showing us why he deserves the Italian Championship, week after week! Cuban Wall lies on the mat holding his back. Meanwhile, “Rock Hard” looks at the crowd, and then heads to the top rope. COLE Brickston’s going airborne! COACH Oh, this won’t be good. John “Rock Hard” Brickston leaps off the top rope, connecting with a crossbody on Cuban Wall! The cover. ONE! TWO! NO! CABOOSE How about that? A 215 lb missile off the top rope cannot put down Cuban Wall! John picks up Wall, and whips him into the ropes. Brickston puts his head down, so Wall clubs him in the back of the neck. Wall places Brickston on his shoulders, and then kneels down, giving Brickston the Wallbreaker (A-Train’s Train wreck). Cuban Wall follows that by running to the ropes, and giving him The Lightning Crew Splash! CABOOSE He did it! He did it! COACH Cuban Wall just gave John Brickston his two finishing moves! The Wallbreaker follow by The Lightning Crew Splash! CABOOSE We are going to have a new Italian Champion! I knew Cuban Wall could do it! He has just annihilated John Brickston! Tha Puerto Rican applauds Cuban Wall, and then tells him to cover Brickston. Cuban Wall just stands in the ring with a smirk on his face. The crowd boos. “P.R. SUCKS!” COLE Cuban Wall is just standing there. It’s like he’s taunting Brickston. COACH He’s so confident that The Lightning Crew Splash finished Brickston off, that he can pin him anytime he wants to. CABOOSE Oh, this is wonderful! We are seeing the end of John Brickston! It started three weeks ago, and it ends tonight! HA! HA! HA! Cuban Wall stands over Brickston. He touches him with his right foot, and then laughs. PRL is frantically yelling for Wall to cover John, but Wall is taking his sweet time. Wall grabs Brickston by his head, but suddenly, Brickston grabs Wall, and rolls him up for a small package! 1! 2! KICK OUT! COLE It looks like Cuban Wall underestimated Brickston! Brickston and Wall get up, and brawl. Cuban Wall gains the advantage, so he lifts Brickston up, and places him on his shoulders. Death Valley Driver on Brickston! CABOOSE Now, that’s how you do the Killswitch! Bravo Wall. Bravo. Cuban Wall stands up, and runs to the ropes again, giving Brickston The Lightning Crew Splash once again! CABOOSE WOO-HOO! The crowd boos Wall some more for that. PRL is still going crazy, telling Wall to cover Brickston. Cuban Wall just stands there smiling. He laughs evilly, and then cracks his knuckles. Brickston is holding his injured hand, and his injured ribs, feeling the effects of two Lightning Crew Splashes. He pumps his right fist in the air, as PRL yells “QUIT STALLING! COVER HIM!” CABOOSE There’s no hope for Brickston now! Two Lightning Crew Splashes in succession. He should just throw in the towel. It’s all over for him. Cuban Wall poses some more. He looks at Brickston and smiles. He does the cutthroat gesture, and heads to the ropes. COLE He’s going for a third Lightning Crew Splash! Indeed. Wall bounces off the ropes…and BRICKSTON MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! CABOOSE NO! Wall clutches his stomach. Brickston crawls around the ring, slowly getting up. PRL slams the mat, trying to get Wall to get up. The crowd claps in unison, 100% behind Brickston. Brickston is the first to get in a vertical base, so he quickly attacks Wall before he can do the same. He punches Wall in the face until the big man becomes dazed, which allows Brickston to Irish whip Wall into the ropes. Brickston follows with a clothesline that knocks the 6’7 big man onto the mat. COLE Could Brickston be preparing to do the anklelock? CABOOSE Not the anklelock! Anything but the anklelock! John “Rock Hard” Brickston gives a quick glance at PRL’s direction, and then turns Cuban Wall over. He grabs Wall’s right leg, and kneels down, applying the anklelock with his right hand grabbing the leg, and the left hand twisting the ankle. COLE There it is! Even with his injured right hand, John Brickston still manages to lock on the anklelock! CABOOSE Come on Wall! Don’t tap out! Don’t tap out! Do it for The Lightning Crew! Do it for Tha Puerto Rican! Whatever you do, don’t tap out! The crowd comes alive, cheering Brickston. Wall screams in pain, fighting the anklelock, trying desperately not to tap out. PRL is the only one cheering Wall. Finally, Cuban Wall can’t take the pain…and TAPS OUT TO THE ANKLELOCK! *DING DING DING* (5:00) COLE And Cuban Wall has failed in bringing the Italian Championship back to The Lightning Crew! CABOOSE Oh God damnit! BUFFER The winner of this match…and STILL One And Only AngleSault Thread Italian Champion, JOHN “ROCK HARDDDD” BRRRIICCCCKKKKKSSSSTTTTTOOOOOONNNNNNNNN!!!!!!! “Fuel” by Metallica starts playing. PRL is throwing a temper tantrum outside the ring, while Mickey Jay hands the OAOAST Italian Championship belt over to John Brickston. Brickston raises the Italian Title belt to a nice pop from the crowd. Meanwhile, Cuban Wall crawls out of the ring, to an obviously pissed off PRL. CABOOSE I can’t believe it. COLE This was perhaps the most important title defense Brickston’s ever had. With an injured right hand and injured ribs, Brickston defeated Cuban Wall, the Official Muscle Of The Lightning Crew, to retain the Italian Championship, just three days away from the big 8-Man Tag Team Match at School’s Out! COACH Brickston certainly has the momentum as we head into School’s Out. Why, we don’t even know who Brickston’s partners are yet! Brickston raises the Italian Title belt in the air, playing to the crowd. PRL consoles Cuban Wall as the two stand at ringside. COLE This was certainly one match Cuban Wall will never forget. He became cocky. He thought after injuring Brickston’s right hand, his ribs, after giving him the Wallbreaker, and then two Lightning Crew Splashes, he thought he had the match. But John Brickston showed us why he’s called “Rock Hard” by overcoming all of that in order to retain the Italian Championship! CABOOSE Oh shut up! Enough of this inspirational crap! COACH Give credit to Cuban Wall. He certainly worked hard to defeat John “Rock Hard” Brickston. But his cockiness ended up being his downfall. “Fuel” continues playing as Brickston continues celebrating. He notices PRL and Cuban Wall walking up the ramp, so he demands a microphone be given to him. The mic is given to him. “Fuel” dies down. JOHN “ROCK HARD” BRICKSTON Hey! Hey PRL! Hey! PRL! PRL and Cuban Wall turn around. PRL is not exactly in the best of moods. BRICKSTON Hey, once again, you have failed to take me out! The crowd cheers. BRICKSTON Look on the bright side. At least you tried. More cheers. BRICKSTON But let’s move on and talk about what’s coming up this Sunday. An 8-Man Tag Team Match! I’m sure you’re wondering just who will be my 3 partners in our 8-Man Tag Match this Sunday. Well, obviously, I’m going to be in it. And so will The All-American Boys! Pop! BRICKSTON (CONT’D) And my fourth partner will be...well, he’s a surprise. You see I’m not an idiot. I know how good you and The Lightning Crew are. I know that you cheat. So, I decided to turn to an OAOAST veteran. Someone who hasn’t been here in quite in a while. I’m not going to tell you who it is. You’re just have to wait till Sunday to find out. All I’ll tell you is that he’s a former OAOAST Tag Team Champion. Now, just wait till Sunday night in Washington D.C. to find out just who I’m talking about! Now hit my music! “Fuel” by Metallica starts up again. PRL and Cuban Wall converse about who Brickston is talking about. COLE So John Brickston’s partner is a former OAOAST Tag Team Champion? That isn’t exactly the best clue as to who this person is. COACH He also says that this veteran hasn’t been here in a while. That doesn’t help either. How many OAOAST wrestlers are no actually active in this company? CABOOSE Oh lord, plenty. COLE So, Brickston’s clues are pretty vague then. Well, we’re certainly looking forward to who Brickston is bringing in for this 8-Man Tag Team Match at School’s Out. It must be a pretty damn good wrestler if he’s a former Tag Team Champion. CABOOSE He’s lying. He doesn’t have a former Tag Team Champion. His partner is probably the Boston Brawler or Gillberg even! He’s just trying to psych PRL out before the match. COLE Oh come on! Brickston is telling the truth! CABOOSE Fine. Keep believing. It’ll just make it even funnier when you find out that The Goon is Brickston’s partner! Ha! Ha! COLE We’ll find out just who John Brickston’s partner is this Sunday. It’s “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican, Stephen Joseph Popick, Cuban Wall, and Vitamin X taking on John “Rock Hard” Brickston, The All-American Boys, and a mystery partner in an 8-Man Tag Team Match this Sunday, May 29th, at OAOAST School’s Out from Washington, D.C.! John “Rock Hard” Brickston is still in the ring, playing to the crowd with the OAOAST Italian Championship belt. Tha Puerto Rican and Cuban Wall stare at Brickston from the entrance stage as “Fuel” by Metallica continues playing. ~The camera goes backstage, where we see Ayane Mitsui and Lilith starting to argue.~ Ayane: What’s with you, Lilith? Why did you burn Tony last week? Lilith: Because it was the most effective way to get rid of him. Ayane: It was illegal and mean! And he could’ve been really badly hurt! Who gives you the right? Lilith: The great lord Satan himself does! Satan commands that we do anything we need to do to win, including…this! ~From behind, out of the camera’s view, comes Asmodai! He hits the Plunge(Reverse Russian Leg Sweep) onto the cold, hard floor! is out cold! Mephisto now walks into the camera’s view with a can of red spray paint. He slowly paints a pentagram on her back as Lilith and Asmodai look on and laugh. The camera then swings over to see Otaku arriving on the scene.~ Otaku: AYANE! What did you monsters do to her? Lilith: We showed her the power of Satan, you simple little fool. Asmodai and Mephisto: SATAN IS OUR HOMEBOY! ~Otaku lets out a scream of fury and charges the trio! He tackles Lilith and starts pounding her, but Asmodai and Mephisto pull him off her. Mephisto kicks Otaku in the groin, which doubles him over, and Asmodai hits him with the Plunge as well! He looks to be unconscious like his wife, but Satan’s Foot Soldiers aren’t done with him. Mephisto drags him up and sets up the Execution(crucifix powerbomb)!~ Mephisto: SATAN IS MY HOMEBOY! ~And he throws Otaku through a nearby wooden pallet with the Execution! Officials finally arrive on the scene and drag SFS away and get Otaku and Ayane some medical attention.~ COLE Good Lord! Satan's Foot Soldiers need to be stopped! COACH Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sentence sounded, Mikey? COLE It's true!! CABOOSE Quiet, apes. I'm being told we've got Josh Matthews standing by with my new favorite athlete, Jay Richards. Josh? The scene opens on Josh Matthews, standing next to HeldDown's newest superstar, Jay Richards. Richards smiles cockily. Behind him stands Jumbo, looking as menacing as always. "BOOOOOOOOOO" MATTHEWS Jay Richards, first of all, congratulations on becoming our next superstar. JAY No, thank YOU, Josh, and thank you to all these people for being here, to witness the birth of the greatest phenomenon to step into a wrestling ring. Jay smiles, grinning from ear to ear and looking off into space. Behind him, Jumbo chuckles. MATTHEWS ...okay...anyway, Jay, you definitely impressed a lot of people with some of your high-flying moves last week-- JAY Yeah, you like that, Josh? How'd you like my Tornado Moonsault? You loved it, you KNOW you did. MATTHEWS It was impressive...however, some people are saying that you lack some of the basic fundamentals. Jay looks at Josh, hurt, taken aback. MATTHEWS Given that, how do you plan on beating Peter Knight at School's Out? JAY WHOA, hold on a second Josh, did you say "given that?" Given WHAT? Nothing is a "given," and just because some palooka in Canada gave my match zero stars doesn't mean that I'm not the greatest cruiserweight of all time! "BOOOOOOOOOOOO" COLE Canadian palooka? JAY And after I get through with PK, you and all these people will have no choice to respect me and give me the praise I deserve. MATTHEWS Strong words. Jay, I'd like to ask about your relationship with Jumbo, who came to your aid last week. JAY Oh yeah? What about it? MATTHEWS Well...what's the deal with that? JAY Hey, Jumbo and I go back. He and I trianed together, and we know each other from back in the day. And he was there when I needed him. End of story. MATTHEWS Many people believe there's more to it than that... JAY Okay, okay. I know, I know, there's a loit of cuh-raaaaaaa-zy rumors going around about "who I was talking to" or "who I know" or "who was with me earlier tonight"... MATTHEWS Who WAS that, anyway? JAY Put a sock in it, Matthews! Listen. Jumbo and I are friends, good friends, and we look out for each other. As for this mystery man everyone keeps talking about, I don't know what they think, but let me say....you're going to want to be watching this Sunday. Jay and Jumbo walk off, smug. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted May 27, 2005 Returning from whatever we're returning from, we swoop backstage, where James Blonde walks into shot. With no sign of Faqu, Blonde walks through the corridor whistling absent mindedly to himself. Alone. With nothing to do. A perfect person to interview. MATTHEWS JAMES! SAVAGE JAMES! GAYDA JAMES! SCHIAVONE JAMES! OKERLUND JAMES! Blonde suddenly wheels around, to see five OAOAST interviewers rushing after him, like journalists persuing a celebrity. Something which Blonde, unsurprisingly, seems surprised by. The five interviewers crowd around James, who wonders (like all of us) why the OAOAST employs so many people to do one job. But as the five refuse to go away, Blonde rolls his eyes and points to Jackie Gayda. Jackie squeals in glee, as the other five grumble and walk off. GAYDA James Blonde, after what happened last week on HeldDOWN~!, can you give us an update on Fatu's condition. OKERLUND IT'S FAQU, BIMBO! Off camera, Okerlund can be heard being restrained. GAYDA Uh, yeah, Faqu. BLONDE Well Jackie, Faqu's obviously not doing too great. It's been a rough week for me too. After what the Birmingham Bad Boyz did, I had to cancel my date with Crystal to tend to Faqu once he got out of the hospital. Which sucked. Because I had a LOOONG night planned for me and my baby gurl. COACH HEY! BLONDE Oh yeah, nice long drive in the country, a romantic drive-thru meal and a stop in a secluded woodland area. But that's besides the point. Faqu's knee is pretty messed up and although there's no permanant damage done, he's going to be out of action for a little while. Obviously, that messes up my plans Jackie. Me and Faqu, we're a team. We're like Laurel and Hardy, but not so funny...Pooh and Piglet, just without the honey...bacon and eggs, hard not runny...cute and cuddly, like a new born bunny. You can't get one without the other. Usually. Blonde sighs. BLONDE See, now I'm at a loose end. I want revenge on the Birmingham Bad Boyz in the worst way after what they did. But without Faqu, I'm lonely. I'm Mr Lonely. I have nobody to call my own. So I went to Josie and decided 'what the hell, I'll do this myself'...and I've asked for a match with The BBB, this coming Sunday night at School's Out. Josie one of those caring chicks though and she won't give me a handicap match. Apparantly, she wants me to find a tag team partner. GAYDA And who have you got? BLONDE Well, I would have asked Crystal, but she's a little busy. Besides, she didn't really appreciate being tag teamed the last time I... Stopping mid sentence, Blonde bites his lip. BLONDE ...oh, damn, I'm not supposed to mention that. Heh. Jackie rolls her eyes. BLONDE Anyway, eventually, I decided that I needed someone who feels like I do. Who had a legitimate gripe with the chav punks. Someone who wanted to get a little revenge on them too. I decided on someone who could teach them some respect for authority, just as needs to be done. So boys, 'bad' boys, you will get a match this Sunday. 'Cause it's gonna be you two against me...and Charles...Robinson!! Unable to contain herself, Jackie bursts out laughing. Blonde casts her a dirty look, before realising just how screwed he is and sighing. BLONDE I know. But, you haven't heard the worst yet. He's...kinda...getting into his role a little too much. GAYDA What do you mean? BLONDE Well...oh, no...take a look for yourself. Blonde glances off camera, hiding his shame as Charles Robinson himself walks into camera shot. Or, make that, Charles Robinson STRUTS~! into shot. Wearing a blue bathrobe. ROBINSON WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!! GAYDA Uh...Charles? ROBINSON No no, that's Lil' Naitch. And lady, let me tell ya, I'm real excited about School's Out. The Lil' Naitch-er Boy is ready to step into that ring and do what needs to be done to teach the BBB some respect. For the past two weeks, I've just been doing my job. And I get harrassed for it. Well now, I'm taking action. Now, I'm getting ready to take somebody on a ride to Lil' Space Mountain. I'm ready to look at aaaaaaall the girls from across the room, in a dark corner...and make'em cry! And I'm ready... Charles STRUTS~! ROBINSON WOOOOOO~!...to be the sixty minute man! BLONDE Sixty minutes? ROBINSON Well, okay then...the six minute man. WOOOOOOOO~! GAYDA Are you serious, Charles? ROBINSON Yeah. James thinks I can do it... Blonde looks away, avoiding eye contact with "Lil' Naitch". ROBINSON ...and so do I. See, as a professional referee, I'm trained to know all the tricks of the trade. You might think us referees are pretty stupid sometimes. But this referee isn't a stupid as he looks. I've picked up all the tricks along the way and believe me, at School's Out, I will be the Dirtiest Lil' Player In The Game. WOOOOOOOO~! BLONDE We'll work on the name. And the robe. ROBINSON WOOOOOOOOOO~! BLONDE ...and the Wooing. Robinson frowns. Sighing, Blonde walks off, Robinson watching on for a moment before jogging on after him. COLE What a good segment that was! CABOOSE Do you even know what just happened? Or is this one of those filler comments you like to throw in from time to time? COLE ….hmm. COACH HOLLA~!~! CABOOSE Yeah. COLE Anyway, coming up next is…. The camera cuts away to the locker room, where the Global Party Xchange – Johnny Jackson and Scotty Static, for those of you not in the know like I am – are conversing in the corner. JACKSON Man, I can’t even tell you how pissed off I still am over last week. STATIC Exactly. Some Guy had absolutely no business interfering with your match with Zack last week. None! JACKSON I had him beat. He was done. STATIC Believe me. I know. I was ringside offering moral support, remember? JACKSON Right. That’s all you were doing. And that damned antique still thought it was necessary to get involved. Well, we’re going to show him. We’re going to show all of them this Sunday. STATIC Oh, you know it. Some Guy. Zack Malibu. Black T. They don’t have a thing on us. We’re the future. They’re nothing! JACKSON They’re nothing! In between this conversation, a voice suddenly breaks through. A voice foreign to both Scotty Static and Johnny Jackson – but a voice that the fans know all too well. DREK What is this I’m hearing about the future? The fans in Cleveland break out into a raucous series of boos as Drek Stone steps into the locker room, dressed to the nines. Obviously, competing in the ring is not on his schedule for tonight. Wearing a jet-black Armani suit jacket with a blue cashmere shirt and silver-grey tie, the golden cross on Drek’s chest glimmers in the light of the locker room. Both Jackson and Static look at him rather annoyed, but Drek quickly tries to ease their expressions with a grin. DREK Sorry, but I just couldn’t help overhearing you guys talking. And let me tell you this – I agree with you. Those other four guys have absolutely nothing on you. Black T are finished. They have been for a while now. Singles-wise, Axel and Zack took out Tony and Dan respectively at Living Anglelously. Tag wise, they haven’t sniffed the OAOAST Tag Team titles in months now. They don’t have it anymore. I know that. And you know that. They’re easy pickings. Jackson nods his head as Drek continues talking. DREK Some Guy has not been anything near successful since he came back. Let’s just ask CWM about that. And Zack Malibu….if there’s ever been someone more over the hill than he is at this point, I haven’t seen it. Yet, he’s still trying to cling onto the spotlight as desperately as he can. He’s willing to take the OAOAST into the grave with him, as long as it means he won’t have to give up the top spot. But can he back it up in the ring? Against people like Dan Black and CWM, sure. But I think it’s been established now that, against the younger superstars like you guys, he can’t keep up. These guys need to be taken out – and you two could be just the right guys to do it. As Jackson continues to listen to Drek’s speech, Static suddenly steps forward, wanting to address the former Heavyweight Champion’s comments. STATIC We know all this already. We’ve known this for weeks now. They’re not even in our league anymore. We’re the future of the tag division. Hell, we’re the future of the OAOAST as a whole. We don’t need you to tell us this. And we damned don’t need you to take out Zack like you did last week. Nobody asked you to do that. Somewhat taken aback at Scotty’s comments, Drek shakes his head slowly before addressing him. DREK I’m well aware nobody asked me to do that. But I felt it was something that needed to be done. I’m not going to reveal my full hand here. If you two want to know why I did what I did, you’re going to have to wait until School’s Out like everyone else. There, I’ll come out to the ring. Address all the concerns. Make it clear exactly why I made my return. Why I attacked Zack Malibu. And what I plan for the future. But that isn’t for now. And it isn’t for tonight. Still glaring at Drek, Static crosses his arms over his chest, but both men continue to listen. DREK I respect both of you. I respect you guys for what you’re trying to do thus far. But listen, let’s be honest here. As much as Tony, Dan, Zack, and Some Guy might be finished, an army of two is not going to be able to complete the job. Throw in wild cards like CWM, and the field suddenly gets even more muddled. These guys are too experienced and yes, still a little too talented, to allow themselves to be dominated by two people – no matter how good they are. JACKSON Listen, what are you trying to say? You’re trying to say the Global Party Xchange aren’t enough to get these guys out of the OAOAST? DREK Yes, you two alone aren’t enough to completely finish the job. You’re great. You’re two excellent athletes. Make no mistake about it. And in a two-on-two fight, you could take out any team in the business. I’m full aware of that. You have the strength, you have the skill, you have the speed, you have the stamina, you have the strategy. But what you don’t have is the numbers. Two people aren’t enough to get rid of these guys – but three people just might be. The fans start to loudly boo again as Jackson nods his head with a slight smile, while Static continues to stand there expressionless. DREK I honestly think, if the three of us team together, there will be no stopping us. While two people might not be enough to overcome their number game, three people will be. Not to mention the fact that none of those guys like each other either. We’ll be able to take them out slowly, until none are left standing. And then the OAOAST will be ours. The federation will finally be left open to the young blood – the guys standing here, screaming out for a shot at the big time, but not getting it because they refuse to relinquish the top spot. Sharply, Scotty addresses Drek, interrupting him once again. STATIC What is your interest here? You’ve been a Main Eventer already. You were the Heavyweight Champion a few months ago. For all I know, you should be lumped into their group. DREK But that’s just it. I WAS the Heavyweight Champion – but I didn’t get the credit. People like Zack, Dan, Tony – they were still Main Eventing shows WHILE I was the champ. I was stuck in the midcard, defending my title in a match that only served as a placeholder for their matches later on. Nobody cared about my stuff because those guys made SURE nobody would have the desire to care about it. There was a glass ceiling in place during my reign, make no mistake about that. And I’ve been bitter about that every single day since I lost my title. Well, I want to right those wrongs. I know you two want to right your wrongs. And together, I think we can all do it. Johnny Jackson turns his head slightly to look at his tag team partner. JACKSON I think this would be a smart move. Drek Stone. Johnny Jackson. Scotty Static. We’ll become a force here – and we won’t stop until we get the kind of OAOAST we want. Static pulls at his lip for a second, truly thinking about the situation, as Drek stares with him with a concerned glance. Finally, after a few moments, Scotty extends his arm and shakes hands with Drek Stone – his new partner. STATIC It’s time we stop this sinking ship, and throw off the elderly before it’s too late. If they don’t want to give us this place, we’re going to seize it. Agreed? With a laugh, Drek nods his head. DREK Agreed. And it starts at School’s Out. The camera slowly fades away to the next segment as these three men continue to conspire with one another. We come back to the sound of generic rock music, and a large familiar face standing in the ring. *DING DING DING* MICHAEL BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall! In the ring, weighing in at three hundred pounds, OAOAST Development talent… JARVO AUSSIE!!!!!! COLE Well former member of AWOL, Jarvo Aussie, is in the ring, but I don’t think he’s looking forward to this assignment guys. CABOOSE About as much as I look forward to working with Coach. COACH ZING~! CABOOSE One of these days… BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!! “Eat You Alive” begins as the crowd go up as one. Axel storms from the back, title belt in hand, and still with his street clothes on of jeans, white T-Shirt and black hooded jacket. Before Buffer can introduce the champ, he slides into the ring, throws the belt to the referee, who catches it, and clotheslines Jarvo down to the mat! *DING DING DING* COLE We are underway! Axel doesn’t waste much time! Axel immediately picks Jarvo back up to his feet and connects with one, no two, no three right hands to the temple. Irish Whip by Jarvo, comes off of the ropes, and eats a Harlem Sidekick! Axel with a quick knee drop to the head of Jarvo, and then mounts his opponent, connecting with hard right hands once again! The referee gives Axel a five count to break, which he does at four. COLE Axel isn’t holding back! He wants blood! COACH And he’s got it! He certainly does, as Jarvo Aussie gets to his feet it is revealed that he was busted wide open after those right hands from the champion. Axel doesn’t seem to care, in fact the blood spur him on, as he grabs the three hundred pounder by the head and puts him in a front face lock, before screaming “BRAINBUSTER!!!!!” COLE He’s calling for it! Axel uses all his strength to lift Jarvo high into the air in a vertical suplex… before dropping him right on his head for a BRAINBUSTER! COACH Brainbuster DANGEROOUUUUUSSSS! Axel points to the sky, as the crowd go up as one. The champion jogs to the corner and jumps to the second turnbuckle, before coming off with a second rope leg drop to the throat of Jarvo Aussie! Axel starts to go for a cover, but he’s not done! CABOOSE Wow, he’s pretty intense tonight. Axel grabs Jarvo in a Reverse Death Valley position, picking him up… and DRIVING HIM DOWN WITH AN AXEL SLAM! ONE!!!! TWOOOOOOO!!! THREEEEEEEE!!! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” COLE A dominant victory for Axel, Jarvo Aussie the three hundred pounder was basically a punching bag for the champion! The referee hands Axel his Championship, and a microphone, as The former Dark One hasn’t even broken a sweat. AXEL CRYSTAL! This Sunday at School’s Out, you and me in a ladder match for this title. There’s nowhere to run now. You can’t jump me from behind on Sunday. I meant what I said, bring anyone you like, I don’t care! I will go through them all to get to you, and to beat you once and for all. You’d better hope I have an off night, because if you lose, that’s it. This is the rubber match. Winner gets bragging rights, winner gets the glory, and the winner gets the OAOAST Championship. This Sunday Crystal, I’m gonna eat you alive. “Eat You Alive starts up once again as the OAOAST Champion exits the ring after his quick win over Jarvo Aussie in perhaps record time. COLE Well there we have it, this Sunday, that’s it! No more Axel versus Crystal! Winner take all in the Main Event at School’s Out! It's gonna be a wild show! Join us! For Caboose and the Coach, I'm Michael Cole, and we'll see you on Sunday! Goodnight! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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