Hoff 0 Report post Posted June 17, 2005 HeldDOWN is presented by OAOAST Entertainment. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* LAST WEEK... Kick to the sternum bends Tony backwards. Axel whips Brannigan to the corner and charges after him, rocking Tony with a clothesline. Exact same spot in the opposite corner. Axel hits the ropes as Tony stumbles out of the corner -- but Dan grabs his leg. Axel pulls Black up on the apron and punches him. Down goes Black. Tony spins Axel around and has his right hand blocked. Inverted atomic drop. Brannigan scuttles around the ring in pain. Axel takes a deep breath and hoists Tony up onto his shoulders for the Axel Slam. Black jumps up on the apron and tries to distract the referee. But Hebner has had enough. He ejects Black, ordering him to go backstage. Black starts going crazy on the apron as Earl continues to tell him to leave. With his attention diverted, CWM jumps out over the barricade and slides into the ring. POLLYCUTTER ON AXEL! The fans gasp as CWM slides out of the ring and hops over the barricade again. Even Black looks shocked. With his eyes wide open, he slowly moves down to the floor, shaking his head slowly. Tony gets up dizzily and sees a prone Axel laying on the mat. He spots CWM running out through the crowd and knows exactly what's going on. He looks out to the fans for a second, then to Black who shrugs his shoulders with a frown on his face. It's almost like Tony doesn't know what to do. Finally, he picks Axel up off the mat and spikes him into the mat with the OUT-OF-BODY EXPERIENCE! The fans gasp as the referee goes to make the count. ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING DING * VENTURA (laughing) He did it! A new Heavyweight Champion of the World. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match and NEW OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion... TONY BRANNIGAN! The crowd roars in shock. Dan Black comes into the ring to celebrate with Tony. Both look a little reluctant, but they're happy nonetheless. Tony is particularly pleased, looking the happiest he has ever been with the title in his grasp. Even a good portion of the fans are cheering. From the crowd, CWM raises his arms up and claps. Meanwhile, DREK STONE, SCOTTY STATIC AND JOHNNY JAX step out onto the top of the ramp. With their arms crossed over their chest, they shake their heads disapprovingly. Tony and Black freeze as they spot these Upstarts staring at them. Axel picks his head up off the mat slowly, sees the three men standing up there, and realizes just what happened. He then drops his head back down to the mat, not believing what has just happened. COLE History has been made. We have a new World Heavyweight Champion. Tony Brannigan is now the OAOAST Champion. The OAOAST is officially under Brannigan's Law. Our final shot of the night sees Tony staring at the title, caressing the "World Heavyweight Wrestling Champion" etched on the belt. He laughs hysterically, then kisses his newly won World Title. OAOAST HeldDOWN~! The strains of Ashlee Simpson's "LaLa" annoy me yet again as we roll into the greatest fake wrestling show EVER! The opening montage airs, complete with NEW footage from just last week, and we cut to the FIREWORKS~! And we are LIVE in Portland, Oregon, with a sold-out capacity crowd screaming their lungs out! Ladies and gentlemen... COLE WELCOME TO HELDDOWN~! The arena lights go down..... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM~! And the fans ERUPT as "Black" hits the arena speakers and HOFF steps onto the stage! The fan-favorite big man strides down the aisle with a purpose, his gaze focused on the ring. COLE Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Michael Cole along with the Coach and Caboose, and if you haven't heard, the OAOAST has a new champion, and that man is Tony Brannigan. COACH I thought we'd be hearing from Tony right off the bat, but instead we get Hoff! CABOOSE Lucky us. COLE Well, word is that Tony and Dan Black are on their way to the arena as we speak! Hoff slides into the ring and forgoes his usual posturing, instead immediately crossing to the other side of the squared circle and asking the timekeeper for a microphone. COLE Tony Brannigan the NEW OAOAST Heavyweight CHampion of the World, beating Axel in some very controversial circumstances! COACH In fact, it was CWM, Tony's ally, who made the difference, hitting Axel with the big Pollycutter when no one was looking! From there, it was all academic, and one Out Of Body Experience later, we had a new champion! COLE Folks, it has been a chaotic few weeks here. As we've heard all along, there is something big going on here, a definite split in the locker room, and what went down at the conclusion of last week's show might have been a sign of things to come. Hoff stands in the middle of the ring, looking around with a serious expression on his face as the fans cheer.... "HOFF HOFF HOFF HOFF HOFF HOFF HOFF HOFF" HOFF Welcome.... "TO THE FUTURE!!!!!!!!!" Hoff doesn't even manage a smile as the fans finish his signature catchphrase. HOFF Recently, people have told me I've been doing a lot of talking, but it just so happens that I've had a lot to say. And, let me start off by congratulating Tony Brannigan for his big win last week. Tony's name garners a very, very mixed reaction from the Portland faithful, some happy for the new champ, some angry at the way it went down. HOFF As someone who has been on the top of that mountain before, I can tell you, there is nothing sweeter in the entire world. But Tony, take my advice. Trust no one. If you want to hold onto that title, watch your back. Because every single person in this building is aiming right for you, and all it takes is one shot for them to rip it all away. And that scar never heals, Tony. To have...to have the greatest honor in the world ripped from you, torn from you, while you're powerless to act...the scar, I promise you...it NEVER heals. So from one champion to another.....watch...your...back. COACH Wow. COLE Hoff obviously speaking from personal experience... HOFF Now...last week, I told the world that I didn't care who the Heavyweight Champion was, and that I'd go through anyone and everyone to get my title back. And let me assure you, that's still the case. I'll go through Tony, through Dan, through Jivin' J.R. But I will be getting my title back, Tony. It's just a matter of time. "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" HOFF But right now, I want to talk to a few other people. A few people who made their presence felt last week. First of all, why don't we start with....CWM. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Hoff strokes his goatee thoughtfully before continuing. HOFF CWM....man, you and me go way back. Hoff chuckles. HOFF We've had our wars...and we've had some good times. And through it all, I always hoped that one day I could shake your hand and call you my friend. But that all changed last week. You see, CWM, when you brought me into this company, you taught me to look out for your own. You taught me that you gotta take care of yourself...that it's gotta be about #1. And you've also gotta look out for your allies, your partners in crime, because if one of you goes down, you all go down. Pause. HOFF But CWM...buddy...you also taught me about honor. About doing the right thing. Even if you didn't realize it, I learned more from you about being a man than I ever learned from my father. You taught me that sometimes, a man has gotta do the right thing. Cheers from the audience as Hoff continues. HOFF So that leaves me at a pretty tough spot. You see, I know that you were doing what you thought was right...but buddy, what you did last week left me feelin' real raw. See, you took the World Title -- the symbol of exellence in this industry -- and you tarnished it. You took the title that Axel defended with pride, and honor, and you took that away from him, *snap* just like that, in the blink of an eye. CWM....the World Title...it's bigger than you...it's bigger than me...it's bigger than this whole war you boys are so worried about...and if you ever....EVER...bring dishonor to that championship again, I'm going to take it....personally. "YEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" HOFF Now. On to Drek Stone. The audience ROARS in disapproval. HOFF Drek, I saw you last week. I saw you and your buddies come out onto the stage, with your arms crossed, your brows furrowed, like you were so ashamed. And I could read your thoughts, Drek. Oh, yeah, plain as day on your face. You looked at Axel, looked him right in the eye, and you thought, "buddy, you should have listened." "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" HOFF Well Drek, buddy, I want YOU to listen. Axel didn't want your help last week, because he understands what it is to be a champion. The same thing you NEVER understood. That sometimes, the easy road isn't the way to travel. Sometimes, a man has to stand up and say, "this is my title, this is my lifeblood, THIS IS MY HONOR, and I will defend it MY WAY!!" That a MAN has to make a stand, to set an example, to show the world that sometimes, there's honor in a loss, and that win, lose, or draw, a champion is a champion, even in defeat. Axel understood that, and he defended his title with pride each and every night, and that's why he'll always be ten times the champion you ever were. "AX-EL! AX-EL! AX-EL! AX-EL!" HOFF Now it's been seven days since everything went down, and for seven days, this has been eating at me, tearing at me, and if I don't get it out I'm going to collapse. Drek Stone, I WANT YOU. "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHOMGOMGOMG~!" HOFF Stone, you and I have unfinished business, and I intend to settle it. I don't care if it's this week, next week, the week after that, but Drek, I want a piece of you, and I want it bad. You say there's a war brewing? Well, consider this the first battle. I don't want to join you, I don't want to be against you, I just want you, in this ring, one-on-one. I am going to beat you, Drek. And I'm going to teach you that sometimes, the good guys do come out on top. "HOFF HOFF HOFF HOFF HOFF HOFF HOFF HOFF" HOFF And Drek Stone, when it is over, when the score has been settled, I promise you that you will know..... The future.... has..... "ARRIVED!!!!!!!!!!!!" "Black" hits and Hoff throws the mic down, exiting the ring to an enormous round of cheers. The big man heads to the back, as we head to Triple C! COLE The gauntlet has been thrown down! Hoff wants another piece of Drek Stone! CABOOSE You know, even though Drek has had Hoff's number time and time again...I don't know, I might just back off. COACH Word, playa. COLE We'll see what happens on that end, but folks....he has arrived. TONY BRANNIGAN is on his way! A long black limousine pulls in front of the arena. Immediately, a huge mass of photographers rush towards it, flash bulbs flickering on the shiny metal surface. The license plate of the vehicle reads "B1ACK T". The assembled paparazzi are already yelling out questions as a door is forced open, and out steps - "The Ice Heart", Dan Black. The buzz of noise fades as Dan glares at the crowd. "Listen up," Dan tells them, "There's going to be no questions answered. No pictures taken. Any unauthorised images or soundbites used will result in fierce legal action. YOUR new World Heavyweight Champion will be addressing the world from inside this very building tonight. Any further interviews can be procured by going through-" Black is cut off as another figure pushes past him into the crowd. There's another buzz, until it is revealed as the "Farmer of Champions", Jivin' Jim Ross. A slightly inebriated JR staggers a step or two forward and slurs "Blaargh Glawrd! Chlamp's shere!" before falling face first onto the floor. Black sighs, looking tired and harassed. "As I was saying-" "Dan, it can wait." The 2nd interruption is a rather more impressive one that JR's. Tony Brannigan appears from the limo, standing in front of Dan and holding up the World Heavyweight Championship, prompting another barrage of photographs. Black tries to clear a path for Tony to get to the arena doors, and has to shove several determined photo seekers to the floor to do so. Brannigan makes a slow, serene walk through Dan's wake, beaming like his every dream has come true. Finally, they reach the arena front where Black T are ushered in by security, the official OAOAST cameraman being allowed to follow them in. Inside, Dan pulls off his tie and throws it to the floor, panting. Tony scoots off down the corridor. The camera makes to follow him, when Black drags it back. "No, he needs to get ready, he's due in the ring any second," Dan tells the cameraman. "Well, this is a big night for Black T, huh?" Black and the camera turn towards this new voice. Former World Champion Drek Stone stands casually across the corridor. Dan just stares with distaste. "Or should I say, a big night for Tony Brannigan?" Black shoves him aside and walks off without a word. The camera follows him. Black turns a corner and bumps straight into the Sk8er Boiz as they skate (slowly) into him! "That's great. Just great. You little idiots, get the hell - hey, wait a minute!" Dan looks again at the Boiz, and sees the OAOAST tag team titles strapped around their waists. "Oh, hell. I'd forgotten about that. You two, holding those belts that Black T made the most important tag championship in the world? The belts we gave our heart, body and soul for, and now they're carried around by a pair of snot nosed geeks who somehow, SOMEHOW, sneak by every time?" Dan's voice is raised to a fierce bellow by this point, and the brothers Nerdly clutch each other in fear. "Well, that's going to have to change. I'm going to see to getting a little tag team title match arranged." Black smiles with mock sweetness and pats the champs on the head, causing them to flinch, then makes to leave. "You - you - you don't scare us, Mr. B-B-Black!" says Hell-Mel, bravely. Black pauses and grins. "That's great, champ. Just great. In that case, how about you and I have a little friendly match tonight, just so I can see what you've got? How about that?" The brothers look at each other. "You're on!" shouts Melvin, to an incredulous look from The Marv. Black nods and shakes his hand warmly before disappearing. The camera stays on the Nerdlys, who puff up their chests and try to pose heroically. COLE WOW! Dan Black against Hell Mel, Melvin Nerdly, one half of the tag-team champions! But up next....THE CHAMP SPEAKS! Don't go away! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted June 17, 2005 (edited) The ring is draped in a red carpet. Beautiful women line the aisles from the entranceway to ringside, all dressed in elegant gowns and holding a glass of champagne. "He's simply ravishing...OWWWWW!" The new World Heavyweight Champion is given a rude reception, a few audible cheers and appluase thrown in, as he and Dan Black make their way past the cheering beauties and up the ring steps into the ring. Both dressed to the nines in their tuxedos, and shades in Black's case. The World Heavyweight Title draped over the shoulder of the grinning 6'6, 272 pound champion. Brannigan grabs the microphone from ring announcer Michael Buffer. TONY First and foremost, I want to thank my Lord and Savior Jesus... The hell I do. Heh heh heh heh. Well, there is is one person I'd like to thank, besides myself, of course, and that's Dan Black. Dan steps forward and shakes Tony's hand. TONY Dan, you're like the brother I never had, or wanted because the thought of your parents getting it on is kinda disturbing, you know. Anyway, this OAOAST Championship is as much yours as it is mine. Dan and Tony share a manly hug. COLE Oh, please. He won that title because of CWM. CWM is the person he should be thanking for saving his ass. Tony backs away when Dan tries to hold the title. TONY Because, you see, tonight wouldn't be possible without that man. Let me explain. It's the wee hours of the morning after AngleMania III. I've just lost my second AngleMania match in as many years, the first time resulting in my abrupt retirement, the second inside a steel cage to Anglesault -- God piss on his soul. My private plan arrives at the San Antonio International Airport at 2:30. As I drove past the near empty streets, for the first time in my life I questioned myself. In the back of my mind I kept recalling the sound of the referee's hand hitting the mat. "One, two, three. Ding, ding, ding, ding." I arrived home some 45 minutes after leaving the airport. I threw my luggage to the ground and sat on my couch, doing absolutely nothing but stare at the television. On the TV screen I saw the reflection of a beaten man, a man whose better days were well behind him. Was the arrogant son of a bitch who walked down the street and could pick up any women he wanted with the snap of his fingers finished? I wasn't getting the matches I deserved. Night after night, year after year I was getting passed over in favor of people like Zack Malibu. I figured my time would come. I've certainly been here long enough. I'm sure I'd get a bone thrown my way and I'd get a shot at the OAOAST Title. So I place a call to Bill Watts and ask him for a match with our new champion, Zack Malibu. "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" TONY (laughs) But what am I told? "I'm sorry Tony. You've fulfilled your contracted dates, and due to the stipulation of your AngleMania II match, you're retired. Unfortunately, there isn't much of a future we see for you, but considering what you've done for the company how about we bring back 'The Body Shop' with you as host?" "Screw that bullshit," I told him. "I'm not some goddamn auto worker. I'm Tony Brannigan. The biggest name in this company to never get a shot at the OAOAST Championship. I'll be damned if I'm forced into retirement." Filled with rage I slammed the phone. Here I am with no contract, exlied from the sport I've loved since I was a kid. All I wanted was one shot. ONE SHOT at the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title, damnit! But my luck soon changed. A couple weeks later I get a call from Dan Black. He tells me he's entered himself in the upcoming tournament to crown new World Tag Team champions. As the former GM of the Intense Zone, Dan had carte blanche to choose whoever he wanted as his partner and he wanted...me! Two of the criminally mis-used guys in the OAOAST joining forces to raise hell together. As everybody knows, we went on to win the tournament and put the OAOAST World Tag Team Titles back on the map. With the titles came tremendous opportunities. Big opportunities. Namely the OAOAST Championship. My first title match came the week Axel defeated Drek Stone to capture the OAOAST Title at AngleMania IV. In that match Axel used every trick in the book to save himself from the sure loss he was about to receive. That led to a rematch at Living Angleously. Finally, Tony Brannigan is the marquee name on a pay-per-view. But this dark and handsome man would once again be faced by a champion who was doing everything he can to leave with my title. After hitting me with every illegal object but the kitchen sink... "AX-EL!" "AX-EL!" "AX-EL!" TONY (CONT'D) ...Axel retained the title. What happens next is the biggest miscarriage of justice perhaps in the history of mankind. I put in numerous requests for a rematch and get no response whatsoever. Our so-called "fighting champion" avoids the massive challenge of yours truly by getting the skirt who runs our show to make some bogus claim that Axel's schedule was full of defenses. More like full of you-know-what. I'm rambling on a bit, but who can blame me? It happened, ladies and gentlemen, it finally happened. What did I tell you? Drama and timing is everything. The time: last week. The drama: when I broke free from the Axel Slam and hit the most devastating spinebuster in the OAOAST -- the Out-of-Body Experience. CABOOSE Did Vince write this promo? Revisionist history at it's best. COLE The new World Heavyweight Champion describing the events from last week's World Title match rather loosely. And people think Hogan is bad. COACH The champ does have a point. He put away the former champ, Axel, with the O-O-B-E. COLE After CWM snuck in the ring and hit Axel with the Pollycutter. TONY After giving everything but my virginity to this company, I'm finally the World Heavyweight Champion! I'm at the Mount Everest of professional wrestling. Not Axel, not you, Caboose... "CA-BOOOOOOOOSE!" TONY (CONT'D) ...and damn sure not the Paris Hilton of the OAOAST, Zack Malibu. But me, Tony Brannigan. "BOOOOOOOOOOO!" TONY And I'll be damned if I will let a bunch of bandwagon jumpers use and abuse me until they move onto their next meal ticket. In closing, I'd like to let all you "great" fans know that unlike my predecessor I will NOT be a defending champion. I will only defend my title once during the given 30 day period. And to all you guys and gals in the back who dare think they can dethrone me, take a good long look, because justice under Brannigan's Law is harsh and severe. Punishable by Out-of-Body Experience. Note the warning. It's a one-time thing. Have a great night. Not that I really care, but as the face of the company now, it's a nice gesture. Thank you. "He's simply ravishing...OWWWWW!" "BOOOOOOOOOO!" Tony and Dan exit the ring and leave with the girls. The camera following them until they disappear backstage. COLE What an egotistical jerk. That was one of the most self-serving interviews I have ever seen. We went from an honorable fighting champion to a champion who fully admits he doesn't intend to defend the title on a regular basis. CABOOSE Still an upgrade. Fade in on Josie Baker on the phone sitting at her desk. A cigarette burns in an already full ashtray. JOSIE Yes Mr. Watts, I understand but… I’m trying... I realize that, but… It’s tough dealing… Yes sir....thank you.....goodbye. Sighing, Josie hangs up the phone and takes a drag off her cigarette. *BAM* She jumps as the door is kicked open and Peter Knight steps in, still carrying an aluminum bat around. He walks up to Josie’s desk and leans down to go face-to-face with her. KNIGHT CSI…I want them all, TONIGHT!! JOSIE I’m, sure I can schedule an 8-man tag match if you can get three other…. Josie is cut off by the bat slamming onto her desk. KNIGHT No, no tag partners, no lumberjacks, no bodyguards, no nothing. I don’t know who else in that locker room has bought Stevens’ line of bull(beep), so I’ll do it alone. Make it happen. JOSIE With how things are going around here, do you honestly think I’d put you in a 4-on-1 match against guys like that? I’m sorry, but I just can’t do that tonight. KNIGHT Really? Well, Ms. Baker, you have put me in a difficult position. See, I know you’re worried about losing control of HeldDown and losing your job and I happen to like you as GM. But see, by refusing to give me CSI in the ring, you give me no choice but to take my friend here (holding up the bat) and look for CSI myself. And when I DO find them? Well, let’s just say you should give me that match. Your choice. PK turns to leave, but a voice stops him. JOSIE WAIT! Knight turns back and Josie, with her head buried in her hands, speaks. JOSIE You want CSI by yourself that badly? (She runs her hands over her hair and a few strands come off) Fine; tonight, it will be Peter Knight vs. the whole of CSI…..in a gauntlet match. But this match will be unsanctioned; the OaOast will in no way be responsible for what happens. If you end up getting seriously injured, it won’t be on my head. Knight leaves as Josie lights up another cigarette to calm herself down. COLE Good lord! Peter Knight versus...versus the ENTIRETY of CSI?! That's insane! COACH PK is pissed! COLE And we've got more yet to come! Edited June 17, 2005 by Hoff Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted June 17, 2005 We come back to the lovely shot of a backstage door, which soon opens, and shows the warm weather outside, unlike Australia, where it is freaking freezing. Through the door steps the now FORMER OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion, Axel, who does not look like a very well man. He hasn't shaven in a week, obviously hasn't slept well either, and is decked out in black jeans, a black Axel T-Shirt and a Grey-Green Hoodie, with the hood partially covering his head. COLE Wow, someone was effected by their title loss... Axel, bag in hand, avoids his dressing room and makes a bee line for the General Manager's office. He doesn't knock, but instead opens it, revealing Josie, not looking too good herself, pressure etched on her face. She looks up at her family friend, sees his state, and stands up, addressing him. JOSIE Hey, Adam, hi, look, I don't mind you visiting me and all, but next time could you please knock... AXEL Josie, I'm sorry, but I'm not in the mood to talk. I want him tonight. JOSIE Tony? Well you're going to have to wait, you'll get your rematch at The Gre... AXEL (interrupting) I know, I heard, I was informed about the rematch. That's fine. I don't want Tony tonight, I get him at the Pay Per View. I want CWM. "YEEEEEEEEEEEAH!" JOSIE You want CWM tonight? AXEL You know I do. I want CWM, and I want him in a streetfight. He cost me the OAOAST Championship last week Josie, I held that title for three months already. JOSIE Look, Axel, I can understand that you're upset, but thats a Pay Per View quality match, you expect me to run that match on Television? Not to mention the censors will be on my ass just like Watts was earlier tonight! I'm cracking Adam, I can't take this! I can't take this damn pressure! AXEL JOSIE! Listen to me. CWM cost me the belt. I had that title for three months, and HE TOOK IT AWAY. HE IS RESPONSIBLE, AND HE WILL PAY! MATCH OR NO MATCH, I'M GOING TO FIND THAT SON OF A BITCH, AND HE IS GOING TO PAY! JOSIE Alright, ALRIGHT! You and CWM in a Streetfight, tonight, Main Event. But don't you go near him until then. AXEL No promises. And I want some changes, Limp Bizkit sucks a dick. JOSIE Well ok, you don't touch CWM, and you can have whatever changes you see fit. Deal? AXEL Deal. Axel leaves and walks back up the hall, when he is stopped by Josh Matthews. J-MATH Axel, Axel! A word if I can! AXEL Make it quick. J-MATH How do you feel about losing the OAOAST Championship to Tony Brannigan last week, and your rematch at the Great Angle Bash? AXEL You know what Josh? I'll tell you how I feel. Tony, you took advantage of an opportunity, I can't fault you for that. Whether you knew about the interference or not, you're the champ, doesn't matter how you won the belt to you. But it does to me. I defended that title night in and night out for three months Tony. I never once took the easy way out. I always faught for the victory. I beat your ass clean before, and I'll damn sure do it again at the Great Angle Bash. The loss Josh, it has consumed me. I havent been able to sleep. I've hardly been able to concentrate on anything except training. The loss made me realise a lot of things. It made me realise who my friends are, it made me realise that for the last three months, I've been less and less of myself. J-MATH How do you mean? AXEL I've been too focused on having a good time out there, and not focused enough on making an impact. In that ladder match against Crystal, I showcased my abilities at being able to think on my feet. Wrestling in Japan last year taught me a lot of things about wrestling, and about life. You have to take charge, be your own person. I'm sick to death of having these writers and office people dictating to me what I should be like, what 'sells tickets'. The office can kiss my ass. Tonight, I'm doing shit the way I want. I'm being the wrestler that I want to be. No more, no less. Tonight, I'm going to take CWM apart. Tonight, I'm gonna ea - wait a second? Who in the hell came up with that catchphrase to begin with? Me? Damn, I was probably at Ragdoll's house. Hey Watts, heres a new catchprase from your top guy: CWM, tonight, I'm gonna fuck you up. Axel shoves the microphone out of the way and leaves Josh to ponder what he has just heard! COLE Axel and CWM in a Streetfight, tonight! The scene cuts to the ring, where Michael Buffer stands at the ready. DING DING DING! BUFFER Ladies and gentleman, this next contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing The Lightning Crew, weighing 245 pounds, Vitamin X!!! No chance! That's what you got... Vitamin X walks out and he does his Shane-O-Mac shuffle as the crowd loudly boos. He makes the "X" sign with his arms as he walks down the ramp and jaws with the fans. He rolls in, prances around a bit more and gets on the turnbuckle doing an "X" once again as the crowd loudly boos. COLE So there's X! We heard that Cuban Wall was gonna be with him, so where is he? CABOOSE Maybe he got stuck in traffic, Cole. COACH That's not Wall's style though, although X looks like he's ready for a fight! Look at him shufflin about the ring! That's my boy! Thunderstrikes blare over the loudspeaker familiar riff from AC/DC's "Thunderstrike" plays... COLE But here comes the big man!!! BUFFER Wrestling fans, his opponent, from the City by the Bay: San Francisco, California... "Thunder" Tim Livingston walks out to the entrance ramp and soaks in some cheers... BUFFER He weighs 275 pounds...ladies and gentlemen, "Thunder" Tim Liiiiiiiiviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnn... Suddenly, Cuban Wall runs out and jumps Thunder from behind! COLE Oh, c'mon! So THAT'S why Wall didn't come out with X! COACH Thunder never saw it coming! CABOOSE What a great move by the Lightning Crew! Strength in numbers is how you survive! Thunder falls down and rolls down the ramp to the floor, and Wall comes down and starts stomping the hell out of Thunder's prone body. Vitamin X soon gets out of the ring with a smile and then stomps away with Wall. Wall stares coldly into the crowd to a chorus of boos before picking up Thunder and walking him back towards the ring. Thunder gets a right hand to the stomach on Wall as the crowd cheers. COLE Look at the heart that Thunder is showing!!! X then walks right up to the back of Thunder and gives him a swift kick to the ribs and Thunder falls down in a heap, clasping at his stomach. CABOOSE The ribs! Oh man, my ribs are hurting, too, but for an entirely different reason: I'm enjoying this WAY too much!!! Wall picks up Thunder and then picks him up for a slam, but then does something different. He slams him into a ringpost, back first, but holds on. He then walks to the next post in the opposite corner, right in front of the announcers table, and slams Thunder into that one as well, still holding on. COLE This was a planned attack! This wasn't gonna be a match at all!! Thunder yells out in pain as Wall rams him into the third ringpost on the same side, and then Wall gets a running start and crunches Thunder's midsection into the final post. Wall, still holding on, then takes Thunder to the entraceway and slams him down hard on the concrete! CABOOSE Brilliant!!! You gotta love the tenaciousness!!! COACH That boy is in BAD shape. Wall flexes his wrists and instructs X to roll Thunder into the ring. Wall slowly gets in as X continues to stomp away. He then instructs X to put Thunder against the turnbuckles. X gives Thunder his Shane-O-Mac shuffle punches in the corner and readies Thunder against the turnbuckles as he prances out of Wall's way to a huge chorus of boos. Wall stands in the opposite corner and charges across the ring and smashes Thunder with an avalanche. COLE SOMEBODY STOP THIS! CABOOSE Now THIS is the Lightning Crew I remember. None of that crap we saw at School's Out. I'm loving this! Wall then stands Thunder up and readies him for The Wallbreaker. COLE Dear God, NO! SOMEBODY STOP THIS! Wall gets Thunder up and in position, gives a quick smirk to the fans, and then slams him down hard with The Wallbreaker, and Thunder rolls over onto his side clasping his stomach! COACH This is heinous!!! The Lightning Crew are starting to destroy Thunder!! CABOOSE It ain't over yet, either, boys! You know what's next... Vitamin X then takes Thunder and rolls him over onto his back, and holds him in place. Wall bounces off the far ropes and the leaps into the air, bringing down all his weight onto Thunder with the Lightning Crew Splash! COLE Dear God! Thunder might have internal injuries! CABOOSE Those are the best ones of all! COACH I'll tell you what. I'm thoroughly impressed with this ass whooping. I really am. Wall and X stand over Thunder as referees and OAOAST OFFICIALS~! run into the ring to check up on Thunder. Wall and Vitamin X leave the ring, looking back on the destruction they left as Thunder rolls over and looks at both of them, blood spitting out of his mouth from the internal injuries. COLE Geezus, folks! If this continues, what's going to become of this bright new star in "Thunder" Tim Livingston? CABOOSE Not a lot, from the looks of it! Back in catering, Leon Rodez has found him some new friends. Seeing as The GPX are such mean jerks now, Rodez is now hanging out with OAOAST trained duo James Blonde and Faqu. RODEZ Yeah, I'm pretty excited about it too. I was only saying the other day that there wasn't nearly enough female talent in this company...if you know what I mean. And now, suddenly, we've got a whole new batch of women in for this new division. Plus, it's only a matter of time before more come into follow them. And eventually, one of them is going to be a bone-fide hottie. BLONDE Totally. I tell you what though, none of those new chicks are ever going to match up to Crystal. RODEZ Man, you really need to get over the whole 'Crystal' thing. BLONDE What Crystal thing? RODEZ Dude, you're wearing her shirt. The camera pans down, to reveal Blonde is indeed wearing a Crystal shirt, now available at the OAOAST.com. BLONDE It was on offer. RODEZ Whatever man. You'd better hope one of these women's division chicks takes pity on you, because you need to get your mind off of Crystal. I'm sure you could hook up with Confusia... BLONDE The crazy masked one? RODEZ Hey, some of the greatest nights of my life have been with crazy masked women. BLONDE ... FAQU Guys...I hate to criticise, but aren't you being a bit cheuvanistic? I mean, these women aren't here to be ogled and drooled over. They're legimate athletes... ... Rodez and Blonde start howling with laughter. BLONDE Legitimate athletes. That's a good one, man. RODEZ Yeah, come on 'Qu. You've been watching too much GAEA. This is America, not Japan. FAQU Seriously. Exchanging a look, Blonde and Rodez look a little confused. BLONDE You mean...they think they're like us? As in...real wresters? RODEZ Look, don't worry about it. Chicks are chicks. BLONDE Yeah, but if they've come here to wrestle...you know. They'll be too busy concentrating on wrestling to concentrate on the Blondeage. Rodez looks at Faqu, repeating the word 'Blondeage' under his breath in confusion, to which the Samoan mouths back 'don't ask'. BLONDE Listen, if we want chicks who put out around here, I think it's pretty obvious what we should do. I mean, wrestling chicks are too busy concentrating on wrestling to concentrate on wrestlers. So, we need to get chicks in here who have absolutely no interest in wrestling. Chicks who just want fame, fortune and guys who possess abs of steel, like us. Well...two of us anyway. And how do we get those chicks? Faqu and Rodez shrug. BLONDE OAOAST DIVA SEARCH! Faqu and Rodez groan. BLONDE What? RODEZ No man. No way. Those things suck. BLONDE But if we organised it, all of the entrants would have to send their pictures and their phone numbers directly to us. Looking almost convinced, Rodez smiles. Until he notices Faqu shaking his head next to him. RODEZ Listen, instead of trying to raise $10,000 to put on some diva search, why don't we just hit the clubs tonight? BLONDE Yeah, that's probably easier. RODEZ Alright then. I'm off the active roster, you guys aren't jobbing to anyone tonight. So, tell you what, I'll shout you guys a Mountain Dew and then we'll head off. Rolling his eyes, Blonde doesn't seem to be a Mountain Dew fan. He does seem to be a fan of a young woman who has just arrived in the catering area. Noticing Rodez has turned to get the drinks, Blonde quickly takes his chance, telling Faqu to make sure Rodez doesn't come over, before jogging up to the young woman. BLONDE Hey. I haven't seen you around here before, so allow me to introduce myself. James Blonde...License to Thrill you aaaaaaall night long. NAMELESS CHICK Uhm, Hi? Do you know where I can find Leon Rodez? BLONDE ...damn it, not another one! Yo, Leon. Glancing over, Leon proceeds to drop his three Mountain Dews (no real loss) and shove Blonde away from the girl. RODEZ What the hell are you doing here? NAMELESS CHICK Well, it's a long stor... BLONDE Hey, what's with the shoving Cous'? You want a piece of this, all you had to do wa... RODEZ You realise this is my little sister you're hitting on? Surprised, Blonde looks at the chick again, before looking back apologetically at Leon. LEON Eh, don't worry, you weren't to know. James, this is Jade...my sister. Jade, this... JADE Yeah, we've been introduced...isn't that right, Mr 'License To Thrill'? LEON License To Thrill? BLONDE Uh, heh, yeah...huh. LEON Riiiiight...listen, I'll catch up with you and Faqu later man. I need to talk to my sister real quick. BLONDE No sweat man. Blonde walks off, quick to fill in Faqu on what's happening, while brother and sister Rodez begin to walk out of catering. JADE He's pretty cute. LEON I wouldn't know. Just like I don't know why the hell you're here instead of at home. Maybe you can fill me in, eh? The Rodezes (?) continue to walk off, as we fade back out. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted June 17, 2005 Swooping backstage, we're now in Leon Rodez's locker room, where Leon is pacing the room...while his sister, Jade, watches on. LEON So, first question...what are you doing here and not back in Michigan? Does Mom know you're here? JADE Of course she does. Well...kinda. LEON Kinda? JADE She got real mad at me because I kinda maxed out her credit card. I didn't mean to. Honest. But she wouldn't listen to me, so we had, like, this massive row. She was TOTALLY unfair to me and everything, it was horrible. So...I said I was going to see you. LEON What about school? JADE I've left. Leon's head snaps around, glaring at his sister. JADE None of the teachers even liked me anyway, so I was always gonna get lame-o grades. Anyway, Jessica reckons Mr Williams was looking down my top last week in Biology... LEON Jade...you need an education. JADE No I don't. I'm going to do what you did. I wanna follow in your footsteps, Le'. LEON No you don't. Believe me, you don't. JADE Sure I do. What's wrong with me being a wrestler? LEON Oh. That. Leon relaxes a little on hearing that. LEON Well, I still wouldn't recommend that. It's a dangerous business Jade. JADE Well it's too late anyway. Josie's signed me to some thing called a development contract. She wanted me to go to Japan, but I was all like 'where's Japan' and she was all 'heh, you remind me of your brother'. Hey...you're not sleeping with her, are you? LEON NO! Look, Jade, I really don't think this is a good idea... JADE Why not? Let me guess...you don't want your little sister cramping your style. LEON It's not that. It's more serious than that... Starting to pace again, Leon sighs. LEON You probably won't understand, but there's a reason why you shouldn't be here. Jade...you know I'm having problems with this Christian Wright guy. He wants me out of here. And he's going to go to any lengths to do it. I'll be honest, I really don't know how far he's willing to go...and I don't want to find out, if it means people getting hurt. Listen...he can't touch me. He can't physically touch me unless it's in a match. It's written in contract. But the contract says nothing about you. Leon grabs his sister's shoulders. LEON This guy wants to get at me. It doesn't take a genius to work out how he can do that with you around. At least when you were in Michigan, you were safe. Look, I'd be real happy to have you around, you know that. I'm just worried about you, that's all. Jade gives Leon the ol' "puppy dog routine", causing him to yield slightly. LEON Fiiiiine. So long as you're careful, stick with me, keep your eyes open...it'll be fine. I'll have a word with Josie too, make sure there's someone keeping an eye out at all times. JADE You don't have to be so parranoid, bro. I'm not a kid anymore. Leon shrugs. LEON I know. Smiling, Leon gives his sister a hug, happy to see her despite all the goings-on surrounding him. LEON So...what happened to that Mark guy? JADE Uh, I'll take Loser for $500, Leon. LEON Really? He seemed like a nice enough guy. JADE Lame enough guy would be more like it. Besides, I'm sure you've got some cute friends that you can introduce me to. That James guy is okay looking... Leon rolls his eyes, as we fade back to Sofa Central. COLE So Leon Rodez has a sister! COACH And she is fine....DAYUM~! CABOOSE If I called you a walking cliche, would you know what I meant? COACH Who what now? CABOOSE Arg. Cut to the interview stage where “Mean” Gene Okuerland is standing. “MEAN” GENE OKUERLAND Ladies and Gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to the One And Only AngleSault Thread Italian Champion, JOHN “ROCK HARRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDD” BRRRRIICCCCCKKKKSSSTTTOOOOOONNNNNNN!!! *Give me fuel Give me fire Give me that which I desire!* “Fuel” by Metallica starts playing, which causes the crowd to stand up and cheer. After a few seconds of waiting, the entrance doors slide open, and John “Rock Hard” Brickston comes out to a nice size pop. Brickston has a smile on his face, holding the OAOAST Italian Title belt over his right shoulder. His right hand is still in a cast, but that doesn’t stop him from raising his hands, acknowledging the crowd. Brickston walks down the steps next to the ramp, and heads to the interview stage. COLE What a way to start another jam-packed edition of HeldDOWN~!. The Italian Champion, John “Rock Hard” Brickston, is about to be interviewed by “Mean” Gene Okuerland. COACH This is definitely going to be a historic show. The NEW OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion Tony “T-Bod” Brannigan is here. Zack Malibu and Some Guy will take on The Global Party Exchange. And “Thunder” Tim Livingston makes his HeldDOWN~! debut taking on Lightning Crew member Vitamin X. COLE But now, we are going to hear from John Brickston, whose challenge for a rematch for the 24/7 Title at The Great Angle Bash was turned down by Tha Puerto Rican. John Brickston is now on the interview stage. He lets out a mighty roar, which pops the crowd. He shakes hands with “Mean” Gene, and then stands next to him, a smile still on his face. He shows off the Italian Championship belt as “Fuel” by Metallica dies down. The crowd is hot, chanting “BRICK-STON! BRICK-STON! BRICK-STON! BRICK-STON!” “MEAN” GENE OKUERLAND John Brickston, to say that you are on a roll would be an understatement. The crowd cheers. Brickston smiles. “MEAN” GENE OKUERLAND But last week, you hit a road bump, as your challenge for a rematch for the 24/7 Championship against “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican at The Great Angle Bash was turned down. The crowd boos. “MEAN” GENE OKUERLAND So, tell me, John, how are you feeling this week. JOHN “ROCK HARD” BRICKSTON Well, Gene, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed that PRL turned down my challenge. But, I’m not really surprised either. You see, I know Tha Puerto Rican. I was a member of The Lightning Crew once, if you recall. And I know that Tha Puerto Rican is a coward. That’s why he surrounds himself with a bunch of yes-man. They protect him, because he cannot fight his own battles. And the reason Tha Puerto Rican turned down my challenge is because he knows that it won’t be easy to beat me. We’ve fought at Living Anglelously and at School’s Out, and both times, despite The Lightning Crew trying to BUTT in, I have made him tap out to the anklelock. Crowd pops. BRICKSTON The Lightning Crew tried to take me out by breaking my hand and my ribs. But my ribs have healed, and my hand is getting better, so their mission to make me forfeit the Italian Title has failed. Crowd pops…again. BRICKSTON I have no fear of PRL, or The Lightning Crew. But I know for a fact that Tha Puerto Rican is afraid of me! Which is why he didn’t accept my challenge. But I’m not worried. I’m not sad. I know I will get my rematch soon. And when I do, I will destroy Tha Puerto Rican! I will crush him. And I will make him tap out to the anklelock for a third time! CROWD YEA! “MEAN” GENE OKUERLAND John, I have to ask you a question. You must feel a lot of rage towards PRL. The man broke your ribs and your right hand. He screwed you out of the Italian Title at Living Anglelously. He has run away from you time and time again. If you face him again, will you be able to control your temper in order to win the match? ROCK HARD Gene, I have said before, and I’ll say it again: I HATE Tha Puerto Rican! The man makes me sick to my stomach. So nothing would be better than to beat him and take his beloved 24/7 Title. But I’m not stupid. I know that how to play by the rules. So, the next time me and Tha Puerto Rican have an one-on-one matchup, I will control my temper, so that way I can beat PRL, and become the NEW One And Only AngleSault Thread Twenty-Four/Seven Champ— “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN Now wait just a minute! The high-pitched voice the crowd just heard can only belong to one person. Indeed, “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican comes out onto the entrance ramp with Cuban Wall, Mr. Boricua, and Vitamin X by his side. The crowd greets the Corporate 24/7 Champion with loud boos, and the “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” chants. John Brickston looks at his archrival with disdain on his face. CABOOSE Thank goodness. I didn’t want to listen to anymore of John Brickston’s crap. THA PUERTO RICAN John “Rock Hard” Brickston, how DARE you besmirched my name the way you have! I am NOT afraid of you or anybody! The reason I turned down your challenge is because you don’t deserve a rematch! I beat you already at Living Anglelously back in April! Do you really want me to beat you again? COLE Tha Puerto Rican screwed John Brickston out of the 24/7 Title at Living Anglelously! CABOOSE No, he-- COLE Don’t say it! For the love of God, do not start again! Don’t start! JOHN BRICKSTON PRL, if you’re the fighting champion that you say you are, why don’t you put your money where your mouth is, and accept my challenge? Don’t say that you don’t want to fight me because we already had a match. You and I both know the truth! PRL Brickston, you know what? I am REALLY starting to get sick of seeing you every week on HeldDOWN~!. All you’ve done…. Wait… lift me up guys! Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua lift PRL up onto their shoulders. PRL stands on top of the two men so that he can get a better view of the interview stage. PRL That’s better. Anyway, all you’ve done is bitch and moan about how I supposedly “screwed” you out of the 24/7 Title at Living Anglelously. JOHN BRICKSTON That’s exactly what you did! PRL See! There you go again! Bitching and complaining! I refuse to defend MY 24/7 Title against a crybaby like you! All you do is bitch, bitch, bitch! Instead of acting like a man your size should act, you’re acting like you’re a 5’1 scrawny little weakling. Come on, dude! Act your shirt size! Not your shoe size! CABOOSE Nice one. BRICKSTON PRL, you talk to the talk, but you can’t walk the walk. And— PRL Oh come on Brickston! I’ve heard this before! You think you’re special? You think you’re one-of-a-kind? You’re nothing but a punk! Mad Cappa, Blurricane, “Shooter” Jay Darring, Panther, Colombian Heat. They have all said the same thing! And you know what? I HAVE BEATEN THEM ALL!!! CABOOSE Amen brother! You can’t deny that. The crowd chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PR looks at the crowd with disgust. He sneers. PRL SHUT UP! You know what? I’ve changed my mind. You want a rematch at The Great Angle Bash on June 26th? Well, John…you got it! COLE All right! Tha Puerto Rican vs. John “Rock Hard” Brickston for the OAOAST 24/7 Title at The Great Angle Bash! The crowd cheers. PR Calm down humanoids. I’m not done yet. Sure, we will fight at The Great Angle Bash. And yes, the 24/7 Title will be on the line. But that’s not the only belt that will be up for grabs. COLE Uh-oh. PR John Brickston, I HATE the fact that the Italian Championship, the belt that I, Tha Puerto Rican, brought into the OAOAST as the Puerto Rican Championship, is around your waist! I was the greatest Puerto Rican Champion EVER! Yeah, Mad Cappa held the belt, and Drek Stone was a pretty damn good champ, but I was the greatest of them all! I am the only person to hold that belt 2 times, and at The Great Angle Bash, I will hold the Puerto Rican/Italian Championship for an unprecedented third time! CABOOSE Hell yeah! PRL I said last year I would no longer concentrate on gaining the Puerto Rican/Italian Title back. Well, I’ve changed my mind, because I will NOT allow John “Rock Hard” Brickston to continue holding the belt I MADE PRESTIGIOUS! Sunday, June 26th, at The Great Angle Bash, it’s going to be John “Rock Hard” Brickston taking on the greatest Puerto Rican, North American, and 24/7 Champion ever, “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican in a one-on-one match for the OAOAST 24/7 AND Italian Championships! Champion vs. Champion. Winner takes all! COLE Whoa! What a bombshell! Champion vs. Champion at The Great Angle Bash! CABOOSE Way to go, PRL! John “Rock Hard” Brickston looks at his Italian Championship belt. He thinks about what he just heard. Finally, he smiles and speaks into “Mean” Gene’s microphone. BRICKSTON So, if I win, I become the 24/7 Champion. But if I lose, I lose the Italian Championship. Well, if this is what I have to do, then so be it. I never back down from any challenge! PRL, I’ll see you at The Great Angle Bash on June 26th, where I will become a double champion! The crowd cheers. Brickston smiles. COACH What a hell of matchup for The Great Angle Bash! PRL looks at the crowd. THA PUERTO RICAN I’M NOT DONE YET! The crowd quiets down. PRL John, your night isn’t over yet. Because in that very ring, you’re going to have a “warm-up” match of sorts for The Great Angle Bash tonight on HeldDOWN~!. You are going to have a match against Mr. Boricua. And it’s starting…now! The crowd boos. Mr. Boricua high fives Tha Puerto Rican, and then walks to the ring. Brickston curses PRL, but then heads up the steps, and walks down to the ring. COLE A match right now? CABOOSE Yeah, genius. Didn’t you just hear what Tha Puerto Rican said? COLE No, I was thinking about guys…I mean girls…I mean, uh, I love boobies! John “Rock Hard” Brickston enters the ring. He and Mr. Boricua circle each other. PRL, Vitamin X, and Cuban Wall stand on the ramp. Referee Charles Robinson runs into the ring. He calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* JOHN “ROCK HARD” BRICKSTON VS. MR. BORICUA Brickston and Boricua lock up. The two big men engage in a slugfest, with Brickston gaining the advantage. Brickston whips Boricua into the ropes, and hits him with a clothesline. Boricua doesn’t fall. Brickston bounces off the ropes with another clothesline. Boricua still doesn’t fall. So, Brickston punches him in the face, and then scoops him up, giving him a bodyslam! COLE Look at the strength of John Brickston! He just bodyslammed the 6’9 Mr. Boricua! COACH Brickston is trying to end this match early. Brickston waits for Mr. Boricua to get up. When he does, Brickston grabs him, and places him on his shoulders. The crowd stands up and cheers. The 6’6 John “Rock Hard” Brickston parades around the ring with the 6’9 Mr. Boricua on his shoulders. Finally, Rock Hard hits the Killswitch to a loud pop! COLE We know what time it is! Indeed! Brickston turns Mr. Boricua around, and grabs his right leg. He kneels down, and applies the anklelock on Mr. Boricua, grabbing the leg with his right hand, and twisting the ankle with his left! COLE Brickston has applied the anklelock to Mr. Boricua! He’s in the center of the ring! It could end right now! “Rock Hard” screams at Mr. Boricua to give up, while Boricua just screams. Referee Charles Robinson checks on the aching Boricua, who struggles to reach the ropes. The crowd is cheering loudly. COACH This match could end at any second now. Any second! Meanwhile, Tha Puerto Rican shoves the timekeeper off his chair. He takes the chair, and heads into the ring. COLE Wait a minute? What’s this? “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican stands behind John Brickston, and NAILS him in the back of the head with the chair! Brickston crumbles onto the mat, letting go of the anklelock. Referee Charles Robinson calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* (0:45) CABOOSE What an absolutely CORPORATE chairshot! A perfect 10! Tha Puerto Rican and Mr. Boricua kick John Brickston while he’s down. The crowd boos loudly, and chants “P.R. SUCKS!” Cuban Wall and Vitamin X enter the ring, and the four Lightning Crew members do a beatdown on John “Rock Hard” Brickston. COLE Those slimeballs! They’re attacking John Brickston, 2 weeks before his match against PRL at The Great Angle Bash! COACH The Corporate Champ is trying to soften Brickston up before The Great Angle Bash! TPR removes his sports jacket, and rolls up his sleeves. Cuban Wall and Vitamin X hold up the dazed Brickston. Tha Puerto Rican puts “Rock Hard” in a ¾ facelock, and delivers the Corporate Nightmare on him! He gets up and poses to boos. CABOOSE This is just wonderful. After this, the Champion vs. Champion match at The Great Angle Bash may not even happen! Thomas Rodriguez joins his fellow Lightning Crew members. Thomas and PRL hold Brickston down, so that Cuban Wall can head to the ropes, and give him The Lightning Crew Splash! COLE Right on the recently healed ribs of John Brickston! Brickston holds his ribs, and screams in agony. Vitamin X applies the Lethal Injection on Brickston, while Mr. Boricua and Thomas kick him. Tha Puerto Rican orders The Lightning Crew to pick Brickston up again. “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” P.R. grabs the chair, and prepares to hit Brickston. The Lightning Crew hold Brickston up. *WHACK!* Tha Puerto Rican SMASHES the steel chair over the head of John “Rock Hard” Brickston! COACH You could hear that chairshot all over the arena! CABOOSE And look at Brickston now. Bleeding, in pain, all at the hands of Tha Puerto Rican. Who says PRL is afraid of John Brickston now? Brickston falls to the mat, busted open. The Lightning Crew laugh at Brickston, and taunt the fans. Some garbage is thrown into the ring. PRL whispers something to Thomas. Rodriguez heads to the outside, and underneath the ring. A few seconds later, Thomas returns with two cans of spray-paint. The crowd immediately boos. COLE And now what? CABOOSE I guess Tha Puerto Rican is feeling a little nostalgic. Thomas hands the spray-paint cans to PRL. PRL hands one of the cans to Cuban Wall. The former Puerto Rican Champion shakes the can, and spray-paints “LC” on the chest of John Brickston. He turns him around, and Cuban Wall spray-paints “P.R. 9:12” on Brickston’s back. COLE What does P.R. 9:12 mean? CABOOSE It means, “I just tagged you ass!” COLE (under his breath) Again with the rip-offs. The Lightning Crew stands over the bleeding and spray-painted John Brickston, raising their hands in victory. “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Boyds starts playing. COLE Tha Puerto Rican has won the battle against John Brickston tonight, but will he win the war? CABOOSE Why do you doubt Tha Puerto Rican? Did you just see what I saw? He is ready for The Great Angle Bash. He is prepared for this match. COACH The Lightning Crew is in control now. But will Brickston get the last laugh, and win the 24/7 Title at The Great Angle Bash, June 26th? CABOOSE After tonight, I doubt it. COLE We’ll be right back with more HeldDOWN~! after this. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted June 17, 2005 HeldDOWN~! returns from commercial showing the parking lot. A bleeding, spray-painted John “Rock Hard” Brickston is on a stretcher, about to be taken into an ambulance. COLE Back on HeldDOWN~!, and if you’re just tuning in, Tha Puerto Rican and The Lightning Crew have attacked John “Rock Hard” Brickston, to the point that he is being taken away in a stretcher. CABOOSE This is the second time in 2 months that The Lightning Crew has destroyed John Brickston. COLE Anyway, Josh Matthews is in the parking lot. Josh, can you hear us? JOSH MATTHEWS Yes, I can, Michael. COLE Josh, can you tell us John Brickston’s condition? J. MATH I’m told that Brickston has suffered a concussion. COLE Is there anything else? J. MATH That’s all I know so far. He’s going to be taken to the hospital for further examination. We’ll have more information as soon as we get it— PRL Looks like the match at The Great Angle Bash is off. “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican enters the shot to loud boos. He has a smirk on his face. J. MATH PRL, how can you have a smirk on your face after what you just did? PRL I can because John Brickston is a pussy! Look at him. Two chairshots, and he has to go into an ambulance. When I was in the tournament to crown a new Puerto Rican Champion two years ago, I took 12 chairshots to the skull, and I still ended up winning the belt! John Brickston doesn’t have the strength I do. He doesn’t deserve to be called “Rock Hard”! J. MATH But why would you do this? 2 weeks before your Champion vs. Champion match at The Great Angle Bash? PRL Because I’m Tha Puerto Rican! That’s all you need to know. Although, if John is hurt, then maybe the match at The Great Angle Bash may not happen. Infact, John may be hurt so bad, that he’ll have no choice but to forfeit the Italian Championship! Heh. Sometimes, I even surprise myself! J. MATH Well, PRL, what if Brickston comes back? PRL I’m going to do what I always do. Lay the smackdown on his candy ass! Now, if you excuse me, I have to go now. So, keep on doing what you doing, and keep on being the best metrosexual professional wrestling announcer you can be! The champ has spoken! Tha Puerto Rican leaves. J. MATH Well, guys, back to you. COLE Welcome back to HeldDOWN~!. Last week, we started what looks to be the beginning of the rebirth of a legitimate OAOAST women's division, as the exciting, young high-flier Jenny Adams squeaked out a victory over the masked bizarre one, Confusia. Let's go back to the closing moments of that bout. (Cut to clips from last week) Both competitors are back up. Confusia and Adams charge at each other...and Jenny nails a high spinning wheel kick! Confusia comes up, holding her jaw...and runs into a second spinning wheel kick. Both competitors back up, with Jenny holding her back again...but somehow guts out an impressive Arachnid Kick (spinning wheel kick with extra 180-degree twist)! Adams comes back up to her feet and throws her left hand up in the air, yelling "C'MON!" while still holding her back. Confusia stumbles up, Jenny charges at her and jumps while turning around, Confusia catches her in a wheelbarrow, but Jenny pushes off of the mat to give her the momentum to reverse that into a DDT! COLE Confusia just got spiked! Jenny pulls Confusia up by the hand and applies a wristlock, leading her to the ropes while doing so. Jenny then performs an Arabian press (top rope backflip, bouncing off with your thighs/BUTT instead of your feet), flipping herself so that she brings Confusia over with a flying headscissors! Confusia rolls back up to her feet and charges at Jenny again...only to run right into a thrust kick to the mid-section. Confusia goes down to all fours, as Jenny climbs onto her back...and performs a tabletop Shooting Star Press (SSP while on opponent's back)! She goes for the immediate pin! 1... 2... KICKOUT! Adams slaps the mat in frustration before coming back up to her feet, trying to mask her back pain. She waves her hand and yells at Confusia to "GET UP!" Confusia stumbles to her feet. Jenny charges at her with a clothesline, but Confusia ducks it, lifts Jenny, and drops her hard with a Blue Thunder Bomb! She keeps Jenny cradled for the pin... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Confusia yells something that no one understands and pounds the mat with both fists. She pulls Jenny up by the hair and quickly hooks her into a pumphandle position. Confusia lifts Jenny for something, but Adams catches some momentum and floats behind to reverse it into a crucifix cradle... 1... 2... KICKOUT! COACH Damn, that was close! Both competitors pop back up in shock of the quickness of the move, as Adams does performs a spinning back heeltrip to avoid Confusia's charge and send her down to the mat. Adams spins around, all in one motion, and hits a nice standing Shooting Star Press! Adams goes for the cover! 1... 2... KICKOUT! CABOOSE Jenny doesn't have enough weight on her body to hit that move and have it knock an opponent silly. Jenny then climbs the top rope, facing the crowd while doing so. Confusia stumbles to her feet, holding the left side of her mid-section. Adams launches off, going for a corkscrew moonsault press, but Confusia side-steps...and Jenny lands on her FEET! Confusia immediately charges her at stomach-level, all the way across the ring to the opposite corner! Adams goes into the 'buckles hard, as Confusia then lifts her to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Confusia turns to face the other end of the ring and grabs Jenny's wrists. She brings her over for an Iconoclasm (wrist-pull overhead Michinoku slam)...but Jenny flips onto her feet! COLE She's a damned feline! Confusia couldn't sit down with the Iconoclasm, so Jenny's able to back up, hook Confusia's head, and go for the Asai DDT (standing Sliced Bread #2)...but Confusia grabs her in mid-move and spikes her with a Michinoku Driver! She cradles the legs... 1.... 2... TH...KICKOUT! CABOOSE Should have hooked the tights and the ropes... Confusia pulls Jenny up and goes for a suplex. But, Jenny wiggles out again, this time landing on her feet in front of Confusia, and nails a loud-impacting dropsault to the jaw! Confusia stumbles into the corner while holding her jaw, upon rising to her feet. Adams, still holding her back in pain, charges at Confusia. But, Confusia dodges and Adams goes chest-first into the turnbuckle! Confusia charges in immediately with a clothesline to the shoulderblade region. Confusia follows up with a series of standing clotheslines, each more hard-hitting, to Adams' back. Confusia then yanks Adams down by the hair, with Confusia bending her knee so that Jenny lands on the edge of her kneecap! COACH Oooh....kind of a hairpull backbreaker there, eh? Confusia follows up by...inexplicably clotheslining the top turnbuckle repeatedly, like she did to Jenny. The referee yells at her to stop...and she gets right up in his face, yelling back twice as loud in, again, inaudible tongues. Confusia then turns, sticks both fists in the air, and again yells "Uncanny Illusion Hammer!" She pulls Jenny up again and butterflies her arms. Confusia goes to lift her...and Adams is able to land on her feet in front of Confusia! Adams flows that right into a front double leg trip, right into the Alligator Press (attacker folds opponent so that her ankles are down near her shoulders and leans down on her with all of her body to keep her down)... 1... 2... THREE! The crowd rises! BUFFER Your winner of the contest and advancing to the OAOAST Women's Title Match at the Great Angle Bash....JENNY AAAAADAAAAMMMMS! Almost the entire crowd is on their feet, applauding not just Jenny's win, but both athletes in one heck of a bout. (Cut back to a live shot of Sofa Central) COACH Still can't believe how good the match was. Anyway...we're continuing the road to the OAOAST Women's Title, to be concluded at the Great Angle Bash in just two weeks. Next week on the program, Ashley Street debuts against the rather arrogant Valerie, as those two have a score to settle from the Wednesday Special last week, and Brodie Lewis, the single meanest person, male or female, that I've ever met, will square off with the OAOAST Wrestling Academy upstart The Cannon Kid, as I fear for the Kid's life. COACH But tonight, we have a doozy for you all, as Constance, a young lady who seems to have aligned herself with another new female competitor in Valerie, will face the...um, weird...I guess you could say, Floggin' Molly. Earlier today, Josh Matthews caught up with Molly for her comments on tonight's bout. (Cut to shot backstage of Josh Matthews, standing by himself with a microphone, backstage in the locker room) MATTHEWS What's up, folks? The talk of the town lately has been this new OAOAST Women's Division, and I'm here right now with a young woman who, tonight, has her shot to make an impact in this company and get a spot in the HUGE Four-Way-Dance coming up at the Great Angle Bash for the OAOAST Women's Title, in Floggin' Molly! (Molly pops into camera view, as she's hanging upside-down from a bar above the lockers, with her red pigtails hanging down below her head) MOLLY What's up, Joshie? (punches Josh in the arm) MATTHEWS OW! (rubs arm) So...what are you thinking, going into tonight? MOLLY First off...I told you already, my heart belongs to the dad who wasn't Paul Reiser on "My Two Dads", so no funny business... MATTHEWS I MEANT...your match tonight. MOLLY OH! Now I get what you're saying! Well...(scratches chin)...I think I'm gonna walk out to the ring, then Constance is gonna walk out to the ring, and then Michael Buffer's gonna be like (holds hand out like she's got a microphone) "Ladies and gentlemen, since this isn't the main event, let's not get ready to RUUUUMMMMBLE!" , since he never does that unless it's the main event...wackiness, I know. So anyway, then the bell's gonna ring, and I'm gonna freakin' win. Why? Three reasons. Reason one: I like cake. MATTHEWS Cake rocks. MOLLY No, no...not the band, though they should totally rock out with their socks out at Lollapalooza in Chicago on July 23rd, to bust out the blatant product placement. Reason two: I'm completely drunk right now. Drunk people seem to do really, really well in wrestling. (shrugs shoulders) Dunno why. (hops down from perch, lands on her feet on the ground) And reason three...I wear tassles. (shows off the multi-color tassles on her wristbands and boots) (Valerie and Constance walk on-screen) CONSTANCE Well, well...if it ain't the 'tard of the yard... MOLLY HEY! I'm not a 'tard...I'm special. VALERIE Yeah...like a blue-light special at K-Mart! CONSTANCE You totally burned her. VALERIE I did. Score. (V&C high-five) MOLLY Um...(scratches chin)....um...bitchessaywhat? VALERIE AND CONSTANCE What? MOLLY Haha, bitches! (Matthews and Molly giggle) VALERIE That does it! Valerie shoves down Matthews, as Constance kicks Molly in the mid-section. She then tosses Molly by the hair into a hard, metal locker head-first. Constance and Valerie both pull Molly up, lift her, and drop her hard with a double bodyslam on the concrete floor! Trainers and road agents then run in, and chase off Valerie & Constance. (Cut back to Sofa Central) COACH We have been informed that Molly's a bit bruised, but nothing's majorly wrong with her... CABOOSE Nothing's wrong with her?!?! Come on, Coachman...you've told some lies in your day, but this is a big one... COLE We meant, in terms of the attack. Anyway...let's go to the ring, for women's action! (Cut to a shot of the crowd, which pans to the entrance ramp, as "Rebels of the Sacred Heart" by the band Flogging Molly starts up at the second time the lyric "no ball, no chain, no prison will keep...", as the wrestler Floggin' Molly runs out to the ring, wearing a red OAOAST hockey jersey and khaki pants cut off at the knees to go along with the multi-color tassles all over her wrists and orange boots. She runs down to the ring as quick as possible, trying to slap as many hands as possible as she does so. She slides into the ring, climbs to the middle rope, and claps her hands to try and get the crowd to applaud, which some do. Molly does a backflip off of the middle rope before pulling off her hockey jersey, revealing the no-sleeved green shirt that she wrestles in.) BUFFER Introducing first...from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 136 pounds...FLOGGIN' MOLLLLLLY! COACH Molly can flip and fly with the best of them...but, according to scouting reports and those who've seen her work independent shows in the Northeast say she's proficient in using bizarre, tricky pinning holds to confuse and defeat her opponents. (The camera cuts back to the crowd shot, panning to the entrance, as "Seether" by Veruca Salt starts up over the PA system. Constance comes out to the ring, accompanied by Valerie. Valerie applauds her friend, as Constance bows to the crowd. They both walk to the ring with their noses in the air, trying to avoid touching as many fans as possible, and yelling at the ones that do touch them.) BUFFER Her opponent...weighing in at 143 pounds, and hailing from St. Paul, Minnesota...she is accompanied tonight by Valerie....this is CONSTANCE! COLE With Constance, you HAVE to watch out for her dangerous, dangerous finisher, the Package Piledriver...easily the most deadly of moves in this division. She hooks all of your limbs and puts you in a "box" of sorts, then drives you down right on your skull! Constance stops when she gets to the floor cameraman near the aisleway, looking into the lens of the camera to fix her hair. She then utters "Damn, I'm hot." before turning around and high-fiving Valerie. They both then turn around and start to make fun of fans they perceive to be ugly and fat, not aware that Floggin' Molly is on the apron, setting herself up for something. Valerie and Constance turn around, as Molly leaps onto the middle rope and takes them both out with an Asai moonsault! *BELL RINGS* COLE And we're off and running! Molly wastes no time, jumping on top of Constance and letting loose with a series of closed fists to the face. The referee starts his count, but is ignored by the competitors. Molly pulls Constance up to her feet and sends her into the guardrail with an Irish whip! After Constance crashes against the steel, Molly charges and leaps into Constance with a Stinger Splash in the corner of the railing! Molly snapmares Constance onto the concrete, then leaps onto the top of the rail, and hits a moonsault! COACH Flip-flip, flippy to the flop! COLE I'm going to ignore that you said that... Molly quickly pulls Constance up and tosses her back into the ring. Molly climbs onto the apron and looks out into the crowd. They start to chant "She Wears Tassles! (clap clap clap clap clap)", as Molly climbs to the top rope. Constance comes to her feet in a daze, but has the sense to side-step as Molly comes off of the ropes with a front flip. Molly lands on her feet, but as she pivots, she walks right into a charging boot to the face from Constance! CABOOSE Stupid show-off...that's what being flashy gets ya! Constance brushes her hair out of her face before pulling Molly up and immediately applying a side headlock, trying to tire her opponent down so the pace doesn't pick up nearly as much as it was. Molly locks her arms around Constance's waist from the side, and backs her up to the ropes. Molly bounces her off of the ropes, and uses the momentum to escape and send Constance off to the ropes on the other end. Constance comes off of the ropes and gets leapfrogged by Molly. Constance stops herself, as Molly pumps her fists in the air and yells "GREGORY HINES!". She turns around...and walks right into a straight right hand from Constance that sends her down to the mat, hard. COLE Yeah....that wasn't smart by the eccentric young upstart. Constance pulls Molly up by one of her pigtails and sends her into a corner with a front waistlock charge. Constance then nails a stiff forearm to Molly's face, knocking her back. Constance brings Molly back down to the mat with a quick snapmare, keeps her in a seated position, and lets loose with one stiff toe kick to the spine after another, each making a louder "THUD!" noise than the last... COACH Those Dragon kicks...***d*amn unnecessary! COLE Enough with the inside jokes. Molly holds her back in pain, as Constance pulls her off of the mat and sends her off to the ropes with an Irish whip. Molly comes off of the ropes and Constance goes for a hiptoss. Molly goes up...and flips in mid-air, landing on her feet! But, Constance pulls her back in quickly, lifts her, and drops her with a quick side suplex! CABOOSE Even you morons have to admit that Constance has veteran instincts far beyond her years. Constance goes for a quick lateral press... 1... 2... Kickout! Constance quickly pulls Molly up and brings her over again with a side Russian Legsweep, floating right over into another lateral press... 1... 2... Kickout! Constance crawls forward and sits on her kness...conveniently choking Molly with her shin. The referee starts to count, as Constance acts innocent and unaware of the choke...but breaks at four, begrudingly. Valerie's back up on her feet and cheering Constance on at ringside, as Constance pulls Molly up again and shoves her back into a corner. Molly falls down to a seated position in the corner, as Constance lifts up Molly's feet. Constance then tries lifting Molly off of the mat by her feet, hoping to slam her back down...but Molly does yet another flip and lands on her feet! COLE Molly with a very Jackie Chan-type move! Molly charges with a clothesline, but Constance ducks the clothesline, hooks Molly under her chin, and brings her down back-first on her knee with a chin-hook backbreaker! Constance pulls Molly back up off of the mat, hooks her arm and head, and brings her over with a big vertical suplex, floating right into yet another pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Constance pulls Molly up, hooks her own head under Molly's arm, and brings her over with a Northern Lights suplex with a bridge... 1... 2... Constance breaks her own bridge, waving her finger in the air as if it's not nearly over, drawing scattered boos from the crowd. Constance pulls Molly up and hooks her for a second Northern Lights suplex. She lifts...and Molly brings her back down with a DDT reversal, drawing cheers from the audience! The crowd starts to get behind Molly with appreciative claps, as she crawls over and drapes herself over Constance for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Molly rolls over on her back and lets loose a large breath in frustration. Molly sits up and starts to pull Constance up. But, Constance thinks on her feet, grabs the front of Molly's pants, and leans back, sending Molly flying through the ropes and to the floor! Constance immediately clutches her knee and starts to feign an injury, quickly drawing the referee's attention away from the floor...allowing Valerie the chance to attack Molly from behind! Valerie pulls Molly up, lifts her in spinebuster position, and charges her back-first into the steel ringpost! COLE I get it now...they're going after the back after their dastardly attack in the locker room! That's underhanded! CABOOSE Underhanded my ass! It's smart wrestling! Valerie grabs Molly quickly and brings her over with a snap suplex onto the floor! She then pulls Molly up and throws her back into the ring, as Constance pops back onto her feet, feeling no pain in her knee. Constance immediately goes for a cover... 1... 2... Rope Break! Valerie and Constance both yell at the referee, trying to convince him that he was somehow wrong. Constance blows the situation off and pulls Molly up. She then positions her, looking to go for the Package Piledriver. She tries lifting Molly, but Molly punches Constance in the side twice and squeezing her head out. Molly ducks an immediate clothesline from Constance, both turn, and Molly connects with a repeated series of left-handed jabs to the jaw. She has Constance rocking, as she takes a few steps back, then charges and leaps for a hurricanrana...but gets swatted away and takes a harsh landing, again on her back! COACH It seems as if Constance is able to cut off any opening that the energetic Floggin' Molly can get in on her before she can get all the way through it. Constance shrugs herself off to get herself back into the match and walks over to Molly...who shows she's playing possum, bringing Constance over with a great kip-up hurricanrana! Molly crawls to the ropes, as the crowd gets louder with their support of Molly. She crawls to the ropes, and slowly uses them to pull herself off of the mat. Constance comes up to her feet in a daze, and as soon as Molly is able to get up to her feet, Constance charges at her. But, Molly side-steps and Constance charges chest-first into the top turnbuckle, bouncing backwards and goes into a state roll (waistlock backward roll pin), bridging backwards to get more control... 1... 2... KICKOUT! COLE THAT was close! The kickout forces Molly off in the direction of the corner. She leaps onto the second rope and leaps over Constance as she rises back to her feet. Molly lands on all fours, as Constance steps over her. Molly pops up and leapfrogs Constance from behind, then turns around and locks both hands in a quick Greco-Roman knucklelock. Molly kicks away one hand and twists the other in a side knucklelock. Constance tries grabbing Molly's leg as a way out, but Molly lifts her leg and spins around Constance before bringing her over with an Oklahoma Roll... 1... 2... KICKOUT! COACH I was actually informed of that sequence before this match...it's known as the Artful Dodger, a sequenced pin cradle that Molly picked up from tapes of 70's British wrestler Johnny Saint. Both competitors come up, and Molly crabs Constance's hands yet again in a Greco Roman knucklelock. Molly rolls onto her back and hooks the back of her heels over Constance's shoulders, allowing her to roll Constance inward for a sunset cradle... 1... 2... KICKOUT! COLE I gotta say...I'm very impressed with Floggin' Molly's ability to mount a comeback and be very inventive with her art. Both competitors are on their feet, as Molly again ducks a clothesline from the dizzy Constance. Molly then quickly applies a reverse hammerlock, goes underneath the opposite arm, and brings Constance over with the natore bianco (fireman's carry bridge pin)... 1... 2... KICKOUT! COACH Wow...Molly's showing off her influences spreading from England all the way to Japan's Toryumon with a page out of Milano Collection AT's book. Constance gets up and ducks her head down, possibly going for a backdrop. But, Molly leaps on her back as if she's going for a Code Red, then rolls to the side and brings her down with a sunset cradle... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Both competitors come to their feet, as Molly slides underneath a punch and brings Constance over with a backslide... 1... 2... TH...KICKOUT! The crowd exclaims "OOOOH!" in disappointment, as Valerie, for some reason, decides to bring herself into the ring. She charges at Molly, who lies down on her back, letting Valerie run too far past her. before rolling backwards and sticking her ankles under Valerie's armpits and bringing her over for a sunset cradle! The referee counts! 1... 2... THREE! COACH WOW! CABOOSE That's the wrong one! This is nonsense! COLE It might be nonsense, but I think it's humorous! The referee has Valerie roll out of the ring, completely enraged, as Molly kips up and poses, with the crowd chanting "Tassles!" at Molly! During the wackiness, Constance had time to pull a pair of brass knuckles out of her tights and wrap them around her fist. Molly walks over to Constance...and gets nailed square on the jaw with the brass-assisted fist! Molly goes down like a light, as Constance sticks the knux in her pink kickpad. As the referee turns around from yelling at Valerie, Constance pulls Molly, who's already knocked out cold, to her feet and sticks Molly's head between her legs while hooking the arms. Constance lifts Molly off of the ground while hooking her thighs inward...and drops her with the Package Piledriver! COLE C'MON! Was that really necessary?!? Constance immediately rolls Molly onto her back and goes for the cover... 1... 2... THREE! *BELL RINGS* BUFFER Your winner of the bout, and advancing to the Four-Way Dance at the Great Angle Bash...CONNNNSTANNNCE! CABOOSE Now there's a young lady to be proud of... COACH Are you kidding me? Geez... Valerie crawls into the ring, as Constance is having her hand raised by the referee. The two slimy snobs hug and celebrate the dastardly win. Ashley Street, wearing blue gym shorts and a Great Angle Bash commeorative football jersey (not her usual ring gear) runs out to the ring to check on Molly, who is knocked out cold and not moving. After checking and seeing that Molly is motionless, she gets up and shoves Constance from behind. The three ladies then engage in quite the heated argument about what just happened. V&C turn around, as if they're just going to walk away from the incident...before turning around and kicking Ashley in the stomach at the same time! COACH Haven't they done enough?! Both villains grab Ashley and send her off to the ropes with a double Irish whip. V&C go for a double clothesline, but Ashley ducks and comes off of the ropes on the other end. Valerie and Constance turn around...and get knocked down with a double front dropkick, sending both down! Constance stumbles to her feet, and immediately gets clotheslined over the top rope by Ashley! Molly is helped from the ring by officials to be taken care of, as Ashley starts screaming "RING THE BELL!" as loud as she can. COLE Well...these two are scheduled to meet in a tournament match next week AND there's a referee out there... Ashley grabs the ref by the collar and yells at him again...intimidating him into starting a match! *BELL RINGS* COACH It looks as if we've got ourselves a match: Ashley Street against Valerie! CABOOSE And I'm getting a message through my headset that the OAOAST head honchos are going to clear this as an official Women's Tournament match! COLE WOW! This crowd is quite excited! Listen to them cheer on Ashley Street! Valerie comes to her feet and charges at Street, who sends her back down with a stiff forearm to the face! Valerie pops up off of the mat, holding her jaw, and charges at Street again, only to be sent down again with a hard back elbow to the chest! COACH Street's being touted as the pound-for-pound toughest and hardest striker in the division, and is showing why right now! Valerie pops up off of the mat again, but is too hurt to charge at Ashley. So, Ashley comes at her with a LOUD chop to the chest. Street sends Valerie off to the ropes with an Irish whip, and as Valerie comes back, she lifts and drops her with a high back body drop! Valerie comes off of the mat, holding her back, and runs right into a big hiptoss! Valerie again comes off of the mat and runs right into a Japanese armdrag! Valerie then comes back to her feet and backs into the ropes, as Street charges and clotheslines Valerie over the top rope and to the floor! COLE Ashley Street's been all over Valerie like white on rice! Total domination! CABOOSE Of course, because it was a sneak attack that Valerie had NO way of defending herself against! COACH Whatever. Street then grabs onto the top rope, as Valerie comes to her feet, not knowing where she is at all, and launches herself over the top rope with a pescado (bodypress over top rope, to floor)! Street pulls Valerie up and tosses her back into the ring. Ashley yells "C'mon people!" with enthusiasm, and the crowd responds, showing that they're behind Street. Ashley turns around and slides back into the ring, but gets kicked in the face by Valerie before she can even get back in. CABOOSE Thatta-girl! Valerie pulls Ashley up by the hair and goes for an Irish whip. But, Ashley reverses the Irish whip and brings Valerie down hard with a snap powerslam into a pin! 1.. 2... KICKOUT! Valerie crawls away from Ashley as she gets to her feet. Valerie then starts to beg and plead with Ashley not to attack her again. But, Ashley doesn't listen and grabs her by the hair, sticking her fist up and asking the crowd if she should punch Valerie. The crowd cheers Ashley on, but the wasted time allows Valerie to pop in with an eyerake! Valerie takes Ashley down with a front legsweep before turning her over and applying a front facelock. She quickly pulls Ashley up with the facelock, cranking down to stop the momentum of her opponent while slowing and wearing her down. Street stomps the mat repeatedly, getting the crowd to clap in unison for her...giving Street the strength to shift herself, lift Valerie up on her shoulders, and drop her with a Finley roll (fireman's carry roll)! COACH Nice defense! Ashley pulls Valerie up and drops her with an inverted atomic drop before sending her off to the ropes with another Irish whip. Street spins around as Valerie comes off of the ropes...and runs rightr into a Tourret to the face (spinning Polish Hammer)! Ashley drops down for the pin... 1... 2... KICKOUT! COLE Close! Street pulls Valerie up, and lifts her for a bodyslam. But, Valerie slides out over Ashley's shoulder, turns her around, and connects with a European uppercut to the jaw. She then bends Street over and positions her for a powerbomb. But, Street blocks while Valerie's trying to lift her. Valerie forearms Ashley in the back to stop her block, but Street keeps fighing it to the point where she stands fully up and lifts Valerie with her, in an Alabamaslam position, while hooking the head...and drops her on the back of her neck with the Air Raid Crash (Kryptonite Krunch)! COLE A move with origins in Japanese women's wrestling, being brought back to the division that founded it! Street immediately goes for the cover... 1... 2.... THREE! BUFFER Your winner of the bout, and advancing to the Fatal Four-Way to determine a new OAOAST Women's Champion....ASHLEY STRRREEEEET! COACH What a series of events! Two pretty good matches on a night where we only expected one bout out of the women's division tournament, and we now nearly have the table set for the Four-Way-Dance for the Women's Title at the Great Angle Bash! We have Jenny Adams versus Constance versus Ashley Street versus the winner of next week's Cannon Kid versus Brodie Lewis bout! COLE Tonight proved that this is, by far, one of the most exciting additions to this promotion in a long time! I can't wait to see more of it! CABOOSE Neither can I...but we have to pitch to a commercial break! More H.D. in three! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted June 17, 2005 ~The camera shows Ayane Mitsui standing with “Mean” Gene Okerlund in front of a large OAOAST logo.~ Okerlund: Folks, I’m here with Ayane Mitsui, who has a little something she’d like to say. Ayane: Yes, that’s right, Gene. Last week, Lindsay Gonzalez called out the women of the OAOAST. Tonight, I am accepting her challenge. Okerlund: Aren’t you concerned that your injuries haven’t completely healed from your match at School’s Out? Ayane: Gene, you’re right, I’m still a little sore from when Mephisto dropped me, stomach first, onto the ring post, but I can’t let that stop me, Gene. I came across the Pacific Ocean from Japan to fight the very best in the world. I personally haven’t seen Lindsay Gonzalez wrestle, but anyone who puts up an open challenge like that has to have confidence in her abilities. I can’t let a chance like this up, Gene. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, I’ll see you tonight, in that ring! I’ll overcome my injuries, but I guarantee that you won’t be able to overcome my Golden High Kick! ~”Mean” Gene faces the camera.~ Okerlund: Well, folks, there you have it! Ayane Mitsui has answered Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez’s open challenge! CUE: "Chase" BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Jim Cornette, weighing 460 pounds, the New New Midnight Express. COLE As the New New Midnight Express make their way to the ring for their match, let's take a look at some exclusive footage shot last week after the Sk8ter Boiz scored abother upset win, this time defeating Hell's Hitmen to retain their World Tag Team championship. A jubilant Sk8ter Boiz running through the halls of the Cow Palace, waving their belts in the air, shouting "WE WON!" as they past various officials/employes. COLE I wonder what Jim Cornette's reaction was when the Boiz beat the Hitmen. It was he who signed the tag title match against Hell's Hitmen in the event his New New Midnight Express lost to the Boiz at School's Out. They did and Cornette thought he got the last laugh. As we've found out, never underestimate the heart of a champion. THE COACH You know, Mikey, The Coach has it from very good sources that the Great Angle Bash will feature a rematch from last week's World Tag Team Title match between Hell's Hitmen and the Sk8ter Boiz. COLE Well, your sources suck. Because I can confirm the Sk8ter Boiz vs. the New New Midnight Express for Sunday night June 30th. Boiz-Midnights: The Rematch -- World Tag Team Titles on the line. "Chase" is replaced by Edgar Winter's "Frankenstein", the heel-like Bruisers getting a big pop. Frank flexes for the cameras, older brother Frankie running around, barking. BUFFER And their opponents. From Oklahoma, weighing 515 pounds, the Sooner Bruisers! COLE This match requested by the Sooner Bruisers following the events at School's Out. The New New Midnight Express made their presence felt during the Sooner Bruisers-Heavenly Rockers match, costing the Rockers the win. I, like many, thought the Bruisers were apart of J.C.E. They denied it and it turns out, they were right. For that I apologize to them. CABOOSE Somehow I doubt you'd apologize to their face. Frank would probably strangle you. COLE That's why I wouldn't say it to their face. * DING DING * Narcissistic Ned grabs a side headlock out of a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Frankie shoots him off to the ropes, catching Blanchard on the rebound with a hip toss. Ned gets up holding his back, but that doesn't prevent him from lunging at Frankie with his arm outstretched. Frankie ducks under and takes the Handsome Hustler over with a side headlock takedown that gets a 2 count. Blanchard rolls onto his stomach, rising to his knees and eventually to his feet. He escapes the headlock with forearm shots to the back and quick strikes to ankles and hamstrings. He flicks Frankie's left arm over his neck, wraps both arms around his waist and drops Frankie straight back on the mat with a back suplex. The cover. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT. Ned picks Frankie up by the hair and takes him to his corner, where he tags Sarcastic Simon. Singleton comes in and kicks Frankie in the ribcage. Stinging right hand drops Frankie on his BUTT. Sarcastic Simon keeps on the offensive, scooping Frankie up and slamming him. He steps on the apron and makes his way up the turnbuckles. Ready to fly, Simon experiences turbulence in the form of the Man of Tomorrow, Frank Frankensteiner, shaking the top rope furiously. The amount of time it takes Simon to mantain his balance allows Frankie to come over and SLAM Singleton from the top to the mat! The thunderous sound of Singleton's body hitting the canvas revertebrating through the arena. The Sooner Bruisers with their first tag of the night. Frank nails Simon getting up with a kick to the midsection, double underhooking the arms and connecting with a TIGER BOMB! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Narcissistic Ned slingshots over the top rope and drills Frank in the back of the neck with a clothesline. Very proud of himself Ned taunts Frank by doing push-ups. Blanchard springs back to his feet, turning around nearly having his head torn off by a vicious Soonerline. Upset about being shown up, Frank drops down and does his own push-ups, getting a big reaction from the crowd. Frank gets on his knees, facing Jim Cornette, and flexes his biceps. Sarcastic Simon sneaks up and sends him through the ropes with a RUNNING KNEELIFT. He then stuns just about everybody by POWERSLAMMING Frank on the way in. COLE Oh, my! COACH Frankie just got posterized. The New New Midnight Express take a 2-on-1 advantage with Frank still down outside. They whip Frank to the ropes and attempt their double-team Flapjack, but Frank becomes dead weight and drills both Midnights on the way down with a pair of elbows to the shoulderblades. Double Soonerline. But Sarcastic Simon manages to avoid his. He bounces off the ropes and avoids another Soonerline attempt, this time stopping in his tracks and waiting for Frankie to come back at him as his momentum takes him to the ropes. Leap-- No, countered into a POWESLAM! The crowd BARKS along with Frankie. Jim Cornette hops onto the ring to distract the referee, Miles Manchester. Frankie sprints over and grabs Cornette by the tie. He holds his fist up, asking the crowd if he should hit Cornette. Of course they say yes. Cornette puts his hands together and begs for mercy. After taking a moment to think about it, Frankie lets go of James E. and dusts his shoulders, much to the ire of the crowd. "YOU SOLD OUT!" "YOU SOLD OUT!" "YOU SOLD OUT!" "Good boy. Good, good boy," Cornette tells Frankie, rubbing the top of his head. His leg wagging, his tongue hanging out, Frankie levels Corny with a SOONERLINE! "WOOF!" "WOOF!" "WOOF!" Out of the corner of his eye, Frankie sees Narcissistic Ned coming at him, and BACKDROPS the Handsome Hustler over the top rope to the floor. Now it's only Frankie and Sarcastic Simon left in the ring. Frankie drops on all fours and barks at Simon. Singleton completely taken out of his game. The crowd roars as the Man of Tomorrow slides back into the ring. Frankie starts whimpering, leaving Sarcastic Simon puzzled. LOW BLOW! Frank kicks Simon in the family jewels. CABOOSE DQ! DQ! 62-year-old Miles Manchester's sight isn't what it used to be, the U.K. Hall of Fame official not seeing the illegal tatic used. Frank points up, and up goes Frankie. Frank hoists Sarcastic Simon onto his shoulders. Frankie positions himself on the top rope. Narcissistic Ned re-enters the ring via the bottom rope and charges toward Frank. Sarcastic Simon ROLLS THROUGH as Frankie comes off the top and takes Narcissistic Ned down with an INVERTED BULLDOG! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, KICKOUT! Frank kicked out of the victory roll. Sarcastic Simon quickly gets back to his feet and sends Frankie tumbling over the body of Narcissistic Ned with a diving clothesline. A modified Double Goolze. As Frank rises up, Sarcastic Simon nails him with a SWINGING NECKBREAKER! He runs over to the corner and climbs to the top, a dazed Jim Cornette cheering him on from the arena floor. The crowd ERUPTS. They all rise to their feet as 3 figures make their way through the crowd. The sea of heads preventing us from getting a good look. It's, it's... ...THE HEAVENLY ROCKERS AND HOLLY-WOOD! "YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!" COLE They're back! The Heavenly Rockers are back! We haven't seen them or Holly-Wood since School's Out. Jim Cornette goes nuclear when he sees who has arrived. Holly goes right after James E., sending him waddling backstage. Logan hits the ring, with a NIGHTSTICK, just as Sarcastic Simon leaps off the top with a FLYING ELBOW. Nightstick shot to the exposed ribs of Sarcastic Simon as he comes down! Miles Manchester calls for the bell. * DING DING DING DING * Synth hammers away on Singleton, while Logan Logan dives on top of Narcissistic Ned and CHOKES him with the nightstick. Holly gets in shot of her own, GOUGING Blanchard's eyes as he's choked out. Miles Manchester, a very well-built man for his age, has to forcefully restrain Logan himself. Big mistake. A back elbow to the gut sends Miles into the clutches of Synth, who hits PERCUSSION (DDT) on the 62-year-old official. Meanwhile, outside, Frank grabs Holly from behind, turns her around and KISSES her on the LIPS. Tough as nails, Holly doesn't put up with this unwanted advance and SLAPS Frank. Having seen what happened Logan dives through the middle rope onto the Man of Tomorrow. PLANCHA! OAOAST officials storm out from the back to restore order. COLE The crowd absolutely loving the mayhem. The New New Midnight Express have won their match by disqualification, but that isn't going to be what everybody talks about tomorrow at the water cooler. They're going to be talking about the return of the Heavenly Rockers. And what a return they made. Narcissistic Ned helps an injured Sarcastic Simon to the back, while other officials escort the Sooner Bruisers away from ringside. The Heavenly Rockers and Holly-Wood step back into the ring. Logan weilding the nightstick overhead, which Holly grabs and LICKS the tip. "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" CABOOSE I think Coachman needs a new pair of pants. COLE I'm going to try and get a word with... COACH Let The Coach handle this one, fellas. The Coach grabs a wireless microphone and enters the ring. He struts his thing in front of Holly. COACH (clears throat) Guys, it looks like you have something to say. Do you? LOGAN I most certainly do. SYNTH We're baaaaaaack! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" COACH Give it to me straight, playa. The last time we saw you 3 it was at School's Out. You had just been defeated by the Sooner Bruisers, but that wasn't what you were worried about when you found out something happened to Holly-Wood. Now, The Coach or the people weren't there when Holly was attacked. So what happened? HOLLY I'll answer this one, babe. What happened? You wanna know what happened, Coach? I'll tell you what happened. What happened was two jerks in dark hoods broke into our dressing room and sent my boys a message through me. When they started ripping my clothes off, I didn't know what would happen next. It was without a doubt the most feaful I've ever been. These two men, whose voices I've never heard before, said this was only a message. Next time it would be for real. Well, let me two you ass***** something, 'cause I know you're probably watching. Why don't you guys try it again. Yeah, I'm asking for it. Instead of doing it on some run down street, now 'bout we do inside the wrestling ring. Contract or no contract. We'll give word to the OAOAST and let them know we want some. Because this angel is ready to bestow death on you two punks! Ain't that right, baby? Logan and Holly French kiss, with The Coach getting an up closer and personal look until Synth shoves him back. LOGAN That's right, honey. Since we're now under "Brannigan's Law," I bought my own piece of hard justice -- my big nightstick! COACH Holly, you said you've never heard these voices before. So gives us the next best thing. What'd they look like? HOLLY I couldn't tell from what they were wearing, but their eyes...around their eye area, it was a dark complextion. COACH Oh, blame it on the brothers. Logan hits Coach in the gut with the nightstick. COACH It wasn't me. LOGAN I know, I've just wanted to do this for a long time. The Heavenly Rockers and Holly stomp Coach, then lift him up and give him DOUBLE PERCUSSION! Their music cues up, as The Coach lies motionless on the canvas. CABOOSE The ratings just went through the roof. COLE I got to admit, I've been wanting to do that for a long time myself. When we come back I'm sure Coach will be fine. We'll just give him a couple of minutes. The camera fades into a TV replaying Tony's OAOAST World Title victory from last week. It zooms out a bit to show Crystal and Gunner watching it, a sneer dominating Crystal's face. CRYSTAL Pathetic. Just pathetic. This is the last thing that needs to happen around here. Do you know what that means Gunner? Not only do they have seniority, but now they have the belt. GUNNER They? CRYSTAL They. You know what's going to happen now, right? They'll have thier little circle jerk and none of us will ever get a shot. GUNNER Crystal, you're losing me a bit. CRYSTAL They being the vets, the old guard, the guys that'll never give up their spots until we have to pry it out of their dead hands. And now they have the belt! GUNNER So, you'll just win it again. Instead of Axel, it's Tony. CRYSTAL Don't you get it? I'll never even have an oppertunity. Tony doesn't even know my name, nevermind keen on giving me a shot! He'll be so involved in defending it against his oh-so-hated rivals Zack and Some Guy that anyone who hasn't been in the company for 3 years will be forgotten in an instant! I'd rather Axel have the belt. GUNNER Whoa, wait a second. Axel? CRYSTAL This Gunner, this is bigger than mine and Axel's hate for each other. Yeah, I hate the guy with the fire of a 1000 suns, and I know it's likewise. Hell, I barely respect the guy. But at least I know that I'd have a prayer at getting a shot. I'd have a prayer at getting in the main events. Now? Please, I was barely cracking the card when I was the #1 contender. Hell, the only reason I got to be in the main event at the Pay Per View was because of Axel having the belt. Otherwise, you bet that Zack, Tony and their gang would have been, yet again, hogging the spotlight. I don't think that Axel deserved that belt, but at least he wasn't one of them. GUNNER Them? CRYSTAL Them. The last thing this company needs now is a Hogan equivalent holding that belt. Something has got to be done. This company can NOT turn into some nostalgic joke. Axel has got to win in his rematch. Or else.... GUNNER Or else what? CRYSTAL (sighing) Or else they dominate Gunner. Don't you see? This is war. Cut backstage, to: THE HI-YAH HOTLINE~! Back in the booth is Mene Gene Okerlund, wearing an OAOAST HOTline~! t-shirt. OKERLUND Ah, yes, welcome to another HI-YAH Hotline Update, with me, Mene Gene Okerlund, who has promised not to mention the OAOAST Hotline here tonight. Okerlund steps out from the booth, making sure everyone can read the t-shirt and, conveniently, the Hotline number printed on the front. OKERLUND Last weekend saw the HI-YAH HV Title Tournament's Block Stages take place. Over three shows, 16 men did battle in three pairings, to try and advance to the semi finals. And let's show you the results of those matches right now. FRIDAY Bohemoth def. Jasper Romero (BLOCK A) Dr. Max Anderson def. Pheonix (BLOCK A) Dr. Steven Pigley def. Devastatin' Danny Douglas (BLOCK B) Illuminator II def. Kidd Dre (BLOCK B) Nathan Black def. Cameron S. Aussie III (BLOCK C) Marcellus "One Eye" Wallace def. Rebel Flag Romeo (BLOCK C) The 70's Dude def. Vitamin X (BLOCK D) Alex Bryant def. Yuji Chusaki (BLOCK D) SUNDAY Bohemoth def. Pheonix (BLOCK A) Dr. Max Anderson def. Jasper Romero (BLOCK A) Dr. Steven Pigley def. Kidd Dre (BLOCK B) Danny Douglas def. Illuminator II (BLOCK B) Nathan Black def. Marcellus "One Eye" Wallace (BLOCK C) Cameron S. Aussie III def. Rebel Flag Romeo (BLOCK C) The 70's Dude def. Yuji Chusaki (BLOCK D) Vitamin X def. Alex Bryant(BLOCK D) TUESDAY Bohemoth def. Dr. Max Anderson (BLOCK A) Jasper Romero def. Pheonix (BLOCK A) Dr. Steven Pigley def. Illuminator II (BLOCK B) Kidd Dre def. Devastatin' Danny Douglas (BLOCK B) Nathan Black def. Rebel Flag Romeo (BLOCK C) Cameron S. Aussie III def. Marcellus "One Eye" Wallace (BLOCK C) The 70's Dude def. Alex Bryant (BLOCK D) Yuji Chusaki def. Vitamin X (BLOCK D) OKERLUND Those results mean the final group standings are thus... -BLOCK A- Bohemoth 3-0 Dr. Max Anderson 2-1 Jasper Romero 1-2 Pheonix 0-3 -BLOCK B- Dr. Steven Pigley 3-0 "Devastatin" Danny Douglas 1-2 Kidd Dre 1-2 Illuminator II 1-2 -BLOCK C- Nathan Black 3-0 Cameron S. Aussie III 2-1 Marcellus "One Eye" Wallace 1-2 Rebel Flag Romeo 0-3 -BLOCK D- The 70s Dude 3-0 Vitamin X 1-2 Yuji Chusaki 1-2 Alex Bryant 1-2 OKERLUND And, as you can see, four men remain. Advancing from Block A, the monstrous Bohemoth. From Block B, one half of the HI-YAH Tag Team Champions, Dr. Steven Pigley. Block C was won by one half of Glory By Anarchy, Nathan Black. And Block D's winner is the OAOAST X-Division Champion, The 70s Dude. So it will be Bohemoth versus. Pigley and Black versus. Dude on Sunday night, winners meeting Thursday night for the belt. We'll have more on this next week, when the LIVE final will take place. I'm Mene Gene, saying back to Michael Cole, Call The Hotline and Caboose back at ringside. Cut back to ringside. COACH Idiot...IT'S PRONOUNCED COACHMAN!! COLE Hey, you're back with us! CABOOSE Damn. COLE ...wait, apparently Crystal is on the move backstage... We go to one of the many backstage cameras focusing on, yet again, Gunner and Crystal. This time, however, they are in front of an unmarked lockerroom. Gunner knocks on the door while Crystal looks around a bit nervously, shooting the camera a dirty look when she looks into it. The door opens and it reveals Scotty Static. SCOTTY Yeah? CRYSTAL (pushing Gunner out of the way) We need to talk. SCOTTY Can it wait? I mean, we are a little busy here, strategy and all. Of course Chrissy, if ya feelin' a bit frisky, that can always change... CRYSTAL Cut the bullshit. You know what's going on around here as well as I do. We need to talk. Now. Raising his eyebrows a bit at Crystal's seriousness, he steps aside a lets Crystal and Gunner in, but not the camera man. The scene fades on the lockerroom door with muffled conversation inside. COLE All this talk about...about war... COACH What is going on?! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted June 17, 2005 ~The camera shows us Mad Machine(remember, folks, that’s the new name for Team Otaku) minus Ayane Mitsui, who has, no doubt, gone to warm up for her match with Lindsay Gonzalez later on.~ Mike Guerriero: John Smith, last week, I wrestled you and I beat you and it was just business. I had no quarrel with you. But then, you went to shake my hand, and then you pulled back and piledrove me after the match. After that, from what I’m told, I wasn’t paying attention after getting my head drilled into the mat, you went and celebrated that fact with SFS. Those were strike one and strike two. Tonight, when you and that other freak get in the ring with me, and I pass Final Judgment on you, when I punish you for your evil deeds, it’ll be strike three, John. You’re out. Out cold, that is. ~The camera shows us someone’s back. This person, apparently a male, has recently got a rather odd tattoo that seems to be an upside down cross that is on fire. This person turns, and we see John Smith, but he looks a lot more, well…crazy than he did last week.~ John Smith: Oh, Mike, you simple fool, you don’t KNOW what greatness I have discovered! I spent years upon years working in the Memphis territory, being a nice guy, but it got me no where. I was kept from winning a title by a fifty something year old pedophile who refused to give up his spot. That’s why I came to the OAOAST, initially. Then I wrestled you, and in the aftermath, I saw two teams fighting. I had to make a decision. So, I decided to join Satan’s Foot Soldiers. And they took me in with open arms, I’ve never felt more like I belonged. Now, I am a full fledged member. Our theme song is so appropriate. It’s called the “Lightbringer,” and truly, they helped me see the reality of the world. To become something in this world, you have to crush someone else competing for that spot. I will crush your skull again, and this time it will mean more than a moral victory. It will be the first step in the reign of destruction of Belial! SATAN IS MY HOMEBOY! The cameras cut to Sofa Central as we get ready for out next match. COACH I wish Satan was MY homeboy... COLE Have we used that joke already? COACH I....can't recall. COLE Hmm. CABOOSE Twits. BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall! Cue: "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" BUFFER Introducing first, accompanied by The Marv, he is one half of the OAOAST Tag Team Champions of the World, from Edmonton, Alberta, Cananda, weighing 170lbs, this is Hellllllll-Mellllllll! The Nerdlys zoom down the ramp on their trusty boards, waving to the crowd who give them a good reception. They scoot into the ring and hold up their tag titles proudly. Cue: "Quiet" Dan Black walks down to the ring, without his usual attire of shades and trenchcoat, just wearing his black and white halved short trunks and looking determinedly at the tag champs. BUFFER And his opponent, from London, England, weighing 240lbs - "The Ice Heart" Daaaaan BLACK! COLE Well, while Tony Brannigan is walking around with the World Title, his tag team partner is fighting - BULLYING - a couple of kids. CABOOSE A couple of kids who have the tag team titles, Cole. And I have to agree with Dan here, they are making a mockery of everything Black T put into those titles. COACH Or are they an entertaining team that the crowd loves? Eh? Eh? Eh? CABOOSE No. In the ring, Dan demands that The Marv exits immediately. He obeys, and referee Mike Chioda signals the match under way. *DING DING* Black offers Hell-Mel another handshake. Mel accepts again, and Dan pulls him into a knee to the gut. The crowd boos as Dan catches Mel with a big European uppercut that sends him stumbling to the ropes. COLE The Boiz have been a revelation in their progress these past months, but a match against Black T really would be an immense test for them. CABOOSE And if Tony was the World Champ while Black T were tag champs - well, what a bias of power there would be in the organisation. Black chops Hell-Mel so hard that The Marv looks like he's about to cry on his brother's behalf. Dan whips Mel to the ropes, but the tag champ ducks Black's swing and gets a high elevation drop kick to the jaw of Black that staggers him into a corner. Mel leaps up and charges at Black - who sprints out of the corner and spins Mel 360 with a vicious lariat! The crowd "ooooo!"s as Mel bounces on the back of his head. Cover: ONE! TWO! THREE! No! Mel throws up a shoulder! Black brings Hell-Mel up and then just drills him back down with a venomous Wildbomb - ONE! TWO! THREE! No! Again, Mel kicks out to the delight of the crowd! COACH Black just beating the hell out of Hell-Mel already, but he won't stay down! COLE We've seen the Nerdlys have tremendous resilience. Black stays true to his "Ice Heart" moniker as he calmly scrapes Mel off the mat and hooks on a front face lock, lifting Mel up and then dropping him with a Brainbuster. Dan rolls through it, bringing Mel up and grabbing his wrist, looking for a wrist clutch exploder, but Mel desperately elbows out and rolls out under the bottom rope. Black glowers at the champs, as referee Chioda slides out to tell Mel to get back in the ring. Dan fakes a dive to the outside that has the Sk8ers running in terror. Black leans on the ropes and shakes his head in frustration. Hell-Mel slides back into the ring quickly and tries to attack from the side, but Dan meets him and clamps on a side headlock. Mel struggles for a moment, then lies still, then surprises Dan with a sudden leap backwards that frees him. Black turns, and Mel kicks him in the gut and jumps onto his back - Sunset Bomb/Code Red! ONE! TWO! No! Dan kicks out. Mel brings Black up and whips him to the ropes, but Dan reverses it. Hell-Mel hits the ropes and leaps over to bounce back with a handspring elbow - but Dan catches him and slams him hard with a German suplex! ONE! TWO! THREE! No! COLE Mel just leapt right into that German and got dunked on his head again! He has got to be in a bad way now! CABOOSE The Sk8ers are still pretty inexperienced. Mel should have had Dan a lot more worn before attempting something like that. Dan brings Mel up and double underhooks his arms, signalling for his Pitch Black (Angel's Wings) finisher, but the tag champ twists out into a hammerlock on Dan and then jumps onto his shoulders and nails Dan with a reverse 'rana! ONE! TWO! THREE! No! Dan kicks out! COACH Black just got some impact on his own noggin there! He can't take Mel too lightly. Both men slowly up at the same time, and Dan slugs Mel with a forearm shot. Mel fires back, but Black gains the upper hand with another pair of forearms, and then aims another ferocious lariat that Mel just ducks under. Black spins back towards Mel, who nails him with a leg lariat. Mel picks Dan back up and gives him a snap suplex. Mel heads out onto the apron and climbs to the top as Black starts to rise. COLE High risk move from Mel, especially given the big moves he already absorbed. CABOOSE This would be a huge win for Hell-Mel. Melvin leaps off with a high elevation cross body - but Dan steps aside and locks in the Heart of Ice as Mel falls to the mat! Melvin struggles in the middle of the ring as Black wrenches on the hold. The Marv yells encouragement from the apron, and Mel desperately tries for the ropes...he reaches...crawls... ...and taps out! *DING DING DING* Cue: "Quiet" BUFFER The winner of this match - Daaaaan BLACK! COLE Well, that was a quick, fast paced encounter, but Dan managed to do enough damage to the head and neck of Mel that he had no chance of escaping the Heart of Ice. COACH That has to be a bad omen for the Boiz. They're going to have to step up their game if they want to hold onto those titles. Dan holds up his hand in triumph, without looking particularly satisfied with the victory. He's about to exit the ring when two figures run out of the crowd. The crowd BOOS, but Black seemingly just assumes this to be his usual response. The GPX is in the ring. Static and Jackson jump Dan, beating him down in a flurry of forearms. Black shoves Static off and clocks Jackson with a hard right hand, but both GPX members are back on him, kicking and gouging. Static pins Dan's arms back while Jackson slugs him repeatedly in the face. COLE Dammit! Can't we have a match just end peacefully! CABOOSE This is the climate of the OAOAST right now, Mikey. Too many big egos, too many grudges running out of control. COACH Black needs help! Is Tony still here? What's he doing? Black lifts his legs and shoves Johnny Jax away, then spins and sends Static to the canvas with a hard right hand. But Jackson fells him from behind, and the GPX put the boots once more. The crowd looks at the entrance, for the World Champ. A figure emerges... COLE Here comes that help! CABOOSE I guess Tony couldn't make it... ...because its Dan's Original Elite stablemate C-W-M who charges down to the ring, dragging Static away from Black and just throwing him out over the top rope, where Scotty lands with a hard bump. CWM then grabs Jackson and drills him with a left handed haymaker. The former champ grabs Johnny for a Pollycutter, but JJ shoves him off and high tails it out of the ring next to his partner. GPX retreat rapidly up the ailse. Dan looks up and appears a little surprised to see CWM there. Nevertheless, CWM and Black shake hands briefly, before exiting the ring to a surprisingly good reception. COLE GPX thwarted this time, but you can just see how they'll take any opportunity to attack someone like Dan when it looks like he's on his own. CABOOSE They're hunting down these guys. I fear for anyone else that gets in their sights. COLE Well, despite a brave effort from Hell-Mel, Black gets the victory. That has to put Black T in line for a tag title shot pretty soon. COACH And now it's time for my new segment, Coach Sings The Blues! COLE No its not. CABOOSE I miss when this show was CabooseDown.... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted June 17, 2005 COLE And now let's get to Josh Matthews backstage, ready to talk to the former OAOAST Heavyweight Champion Axel. CABOOSE Former Heavyweight Champion....I love the way that sounds. COLE Josh? The camera cuts back to find the always preppy Josh Matthews standing next to a furious Axel, microphone in hand. JOSH Y-y-yeah.....thanks Michael. Now Axel, I suppose the main question everyone has been waiting to ask is -- Josh is suddenly cut down in mid-sentence by a thick Brooklyn accent. Which could mean only one man. My hero and yours. DREK Have you finally come to the realization that WE were right and YOU were just plain wrong? The crowd starts to loudly boo as Drek Stone, Scotty Static, and Johnny Jackson step into the frame. Johnny gives Josh a hard shove, sending him stumbling off-balance out of the picture. JACKSON Well, that was just easy. STATIC Take a breather Joshy boy, and let us handle this. DREK Let me ask you the question now, Axel. Have you finally realized what we were trying to tell you last week? Do you finally understand just how short-sighted you were being? Do you finally realize, in the grand scheme of things, that -- in order to survive -- you NEED us. These are all questions that need to be answered, Axel. And you need to start answering them now. Drek holds the microphone near Axel's mouth, waiting for some kind of response. Axel just simply folds his arms over his chest and flares his nostrils, refusing to even bother to speak. STATIC So is that the way you want to be? You have no one else to blame but yourself for this. We told you this was going to happen. We told you so! You might not have known how low these guys were going to sink, but we did! Tony Brannigan. Dan Black. CWM. Zack Malibu. Some Guy. None of them have any morals. None of them have any sense of right and wrong. They only watch out for themselves and trying to preserve their spot. We've known this for a while now. And last week, we tried to make you a part of the movement to stop that kind of behavior. And what did you do? You turned us away. DREK Do you understand that? STATIC You turned us away! JACKSON We wanted you to hold onto that Heavyweight title simply because it meant that guys like us still held the power. The new blood. Those guys could walk around like they owned the place, but without the Heavyweight championship, they had nothing. But of course, now they DO have something. Because you decided to be selfish and tried to win that match on your own, the movement has taken several steps back. We are now even WORSE OFF than we were last week. And that falls on your shoulders. Yours! DREK People are getting on board for this thing, Axel. The storm clouds are brewing. The battle lines are slowly being drawn. Realize this and accept it. Never has the OAOAST seen a war like the one that's ready to erupt. Now more than ever, it's crucial that the right side holds the most power. WE are on the right side. And YOU could be on the right side too. All you need to do is help us. JACKSON And help us help you. That's it. DREK We hear you're going to be getting a rematch with Tony at the Great Angle Bash. Axel vs. Tony Brannigan for the World Heavyweight Title for what should, hopefully, be the last time. You made the mistake of getting blindsided last time. WE are going to make sure it won't happen again. Because when you walk down to ringside at the Bash to take on T-Bod, you're going to have three very helpful men marching alongside you. STATIC It's time we bring the OAOAST back into our hands. And we start it at the Bash. Agreed? All three men turn their glances to Axel, who is still standing stoically, not having moved once since they began speaking. His arms are still folded. His nostrils are still flared. The scowl on his face is still prominent. The Dark One is certainly living up to his name at this point and time. STATIC I asked you if we were agreed. JACKSON Answer the damn question, Axel. AXEL You want an answer? Axel slowly uncrosses his arms and takes a step towards the men. AXEL I'll give you an answer. The former Heavyweight Champion takes another step. AXEL Listen to me and listen good. I DO NOT want your help! I never wanted your help! And I never WILL want your help! Keep your GOD DAMN help to yourselves! With a frustrated sigh, Drek Stone looks down at the floor. AXEL I'm getting my rematch with Tony at the Great Angle Bash. That's perfect. I get one more chance to reclaim what's rightfully mine. And let me tell you something, I'm not going to fall for the deception I fell for last time. I'm not going to fall for the tricks. I know what's up their sleeves now, and I know how to counter it. And you know what? You little PISSANTS are not part of the plan! So what you're going to do is sit in the back as I take care of Tony single-handedly and win back my championship. And not for any of you. Not for this "cause" you keep talking about. But for me. AND ME ONLY! STATIC Axel, think this over.... AXEL You three are to stay out of my match! Okay? STAY OUT! I'm going to eat Tony ALIVE, and I'm going to do it by myself! Got that?! Axel points at Scotty Static angrily. AXEL BY -- He then turns his finger towards Johnny Jackson. AXEL MY -- Finally, he turns his finger towards Drek Stone. AXEL SELF! And it's NOT open for discussion! And with that closing remark, Axel stares down the men for one more moment before turning around and stomping out of the locker room. Almost stunned, the three men look at each other for a few seconds, almost disbelieving that Axel would do this again. STATIC I thought we took care of this last week. JACKSON I thought we did too. Black, CWM.....even Zack....they're all going to do the same thing they did to Axel last time. We're going to get even MORE screwed if Axel doesn't win that match at the Great Angle Bash. And if he doesn't take our help, he has no chance of winning it at all. With a sigh, Drek looks at the Global Party XChange. DREK That means only one thing then. Scotty nods his head, knowing exactly what Drek is about to say. Jackson is still left out in the dark. STATIC Yeah, I think I got you. DREK Maybe it's time we take things into our own hands. Finally understanding, Jackson starts nodding his head slowly with a grin on his face. The camera fades away as all three men stare at each other. CUE: Oh Hell Yeah The fans let out cheers as Peter Knight, not bothering to change into his ring gear, storms out from behind the curtain, his aluminum tag partner in hand. COLE An already wild night on HeldDown is about to get a whole lot worse. What possessed Josie to make an unsanctioned 4 on 1 Gauntlet match like this? Michael Buffer isn’t even making the introductions here! CABOOSE The stress is getting to her, Cole. But in this case, I actually agree with this decision. COLE That’s because you’re a jackass that loves seeing people get beaten and bloodied beyond recognition! CABOOSE Yeah………what’s your point? CUE: Who Are You? by the Who. “BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” The crowd lets out their displeasure as the hottest group in prime time television, Chris Stevens Incorporated, step out onto the stage. They line up side to side with Jay Richards on the far left, Jumbo next to him, then Stevens and finally Brock Ausstin. Knight waves them on from inside the ring. COLE PK doesn’t care who he has to go through first, but I’m sure he can’t wait to get his hands on Brock after what happened two weeks ago. The four on the stage gather around and play “Rock, Paper, Scissors” to see who goes first, and Jumbo makes his way down the ramp. COACH So Jumbo gets the honor of approaching the pissed off, bat-welding nutcase first. He must feel special. Jumbo reaches the ringside area and PK points the bat at him. Jumbo hesitates for a minute, choosing instead to walk around ringside. PK follows him from inside, challenging Jumbo to get it started, even dropping the bat so it would be a fair fight. Jumbo starts to slide into the ring and Knight immediately begins stomping him about the head and back. He drags Jumbo up by the head and whips him into the corner, catching him off the recoil with a back body drop. Jumbo stumbles to his feet and tries a punch, but PK ducks it and hits Jumbo with a backdrop suplex. COLE Knight is completely in control in the opening moments here. PK picks up the bat as Jumbo crawls to the ropes, using them to get back to his feet. He doesn’t see PK twirling the bat, readying it like a ball player looking for a fastball right down the plate and waiting for Jumbo to turn around. COACH It’s the bottom of the 9th and Knight’s about to go YARD! Jumbo stumbles to his feet and shakes out the cobwebs, turns…. *SMACK* And gets a batshot to the gut, doubling him over. COACH BOO YAH!!! PK quickly drops the bat and, running on adrenaline, effortlessly hoists the 300+ pounder onto his shoulders and drives him to the mat with the Knightmare! He quickly rolls Jumbo onto his back and makes the cover. 1….. 2….. 3! COLE THAT’S IT!! Just like that, Peter Knight has pinned the first member of CSI. CABOOSE He wants to get to Stevens and Brock as soon as possible. Then we’ll see how he does. Jumbo rolls out of the ring (assisted by a boot from Knight) as the rest of CSI hold another game of rock, paper, scissors to see who’s next, and Jay Richards seems to have won because he looks over at Knight with a bit of apprehension. Brock and Chris give him a pep talk and slap him on the back to send him on his way to the ring. Jay passes Jumbo as he goes back to the stage and gets a slap on the back from him as well. Jay stops at ringside and hops up and down to get himself amped before sliding into the ring. Knight goes for him, but Jay ducks under a clothesline and shoots himself off the ropes. Knight puts his head down but Jay vaults over him and bounces off the ropes again. Knight tries a hiptoss, but Richards spins out of it and grabs his arm, running up the corner and springing off the ropes with a headscissor takedown. COACH Richards’ strategy is smart here; he’s got a big speed advantage over Knight, so he’s using it to his favor. Richards backs into the corner and charges at Knight, but PK sidesteps him and shoves him towards the corner, but Jay recovers by running up the turnbuckles and backflipping to the center of the ring. As soon as he lands, he leaps and scores with a spinning heel kick to the face. He goes for the cover. 1…. 2…..Knight kicks out. Richards bounces off the ropes once more and hits a low dropkick before leaping over the top to the apron and ascending to the top. He stands and outstretches his arms as he waits for PK to get to his feet. He leaps; probably looking for a Dragonrana and lands on PK’s shoulders, but Knight hangs onto his tights and takes him down with a powerbomb, quickly grapevineing his legs and locking in the Ace in the Hole!! Knight pulls back with the full nelson locked in and Richards screams in pain. The ref asks Richards and he emphatically screams “NO!!”, but Knight pulling WAAAAAY back with the nelson changes his mind and Richards quickly submits. COLE And now Knight is halfway there! Knight leaves the hold locked after the ref acknowledges the submission as Brock and Chris decide who is next. PK turns Jay so that he’s looking at his stablemates while in the hold and Richards screams at them for help. The two men on the ramp break their huddle…..and Brock makes his way down the aisle, with Chris Stevens following him down after a moment. CABOOSE Oh yeah, NOW it’s time for some fun. COLE Knight has wanted to get his hands on Brock for two weeks now, and now is his chance! But what the hell is Stevens doing? He should stay where he was and waited his turn like the others. CABOOSE Guys like Chris Stevens don’t wait in line for anything. In Kindergarten, he was first down the slide whether any of the kids liked it or not. PK releases Richards, who is mercifully rolled out of the ring by the referee, as Brock makes his way to the ring, a smirk on his face. Knight sits on the middle rope, holding them open and inviting Brock inside, but Brock instead walks up the ring steps and takes his time stepping into the ring. The two men meet in the middle of the ring and go nose-to-nose, neither saying a word. The crowd’s cheering intensifies as they await who will strike first. COACH This crowd is buzzin’ guys. They’re ready for these two to finally get it on one-on-one!! Brock begins to talk smack about Knight, telling him that he got lucky when he made Brock submit at LA. Of course, this is nothing but a distraction so that Stevens can steal Buffer’s chair and slide into the ring. COLE Oh no, come on here!!! Stevens readies the chair and charges, but Knight sees him out of the corner of his eye and floors him with a right hand. Brock attacks, but PK holds him off as well, peppering him with lefts and rights, shooting him off the ropes and nailing him in the chops with a flying reverse elbow. COLE Wait, look out, Stevens has got the bat. Indeed he does, but Knight ducks a swing and hoists Stevens onto his shoulders!! He turns him and *WHAM* drives him into the canvas with the Knightmare! COLE KNIGHTMARE!!! KNIGHTMARE!!! Chris Stevens finally gets what’s been coming to him!!! Knight bounces to his feet and yells some naughty words at Stevens’ prone body, but when he turns….. *BAM* Brock Ausstin nails him full on with a spear. CABOOSE SPEAR!!! SPEAR!!!! Peter Knight finally gets what’s been coming to him!! Brock lays in the boots to Knight and is soon joined by Stevens, who holds the back of his head and whose boots are even more vicious than Brock’s. He waves towards the entrance and Jumbo makes his way back down to the ring, stopping to collect Jay and slide him into the ring to join in on the festivities. COLE Dammit….this isn’t right!!! CABOOSE Oh, SHOVE IT Cole. Who asked for a match against all of CSI by himself? WHO Cole? COLE Yes, PK did ask for the match….. CABOOSE And which all wise General Manager granted his wish and made it un-sanctioned? COLE Josie, I know but…. CABOOSE THANK YOU!! Don’t get into your usual rant about how the dastardly bad guys are ganging up on the poor, innocent babyface, because Knight completely asked for this to happen because he’s not thinking straight and being Mr. Tough Guy while the person that’s supposed to keep order around here is too goddamn stressed out to know a REALLY bad idea when she hears one. Brock scoops PK up and slams him hard to the mat, followed by Jumbo getting some momentum on the ropes, stepping forward, and driving all his 330 pounds into Knight’s chest. He gets up, bounces off the ropes, and delivers another splash. Stevens looks at Richards and slaps his chest, ordering him to get something on the outside. COACH Jay is heading out right in front of us here; he’s looking under the apron…..and pulling out some wood!!! Richards slides the table into the ring and sets it up. Brock and Jumbo pick up the semi-conscious Knight and lie him on it as Jay heads out onto the apron. COLE Oh no, SOMEONE GET OUT HERE AND STOP THIS!!!! Brock chokes PK to keep him down and then steps away. Jay readies himself and springs over the ropes and into the ring, bounces off the middle rope, and moonsaults backwards onto Knight, sending both of them to the mat in sawdust and splinters. COACH Tornado Moonsault through the table!!! Sweet sassy molassy!! Jay grabs his midsection in pain but raises his free arm and spits at Knight’s body. All four men pause and all eyes in the ring go to Stevens. Stevens, breathing heavy through his nose, looks down at Knight before looking back up at his men…. …and a single nod of the head sends them all to the outside. COLE Oh, now what? Jay grabs the chair that Stevens originally carried into the ring and walks back to him. Meanwhile, Jumbo goes to the timekeeper’s table and roughly shoves him out of his seat, claiming it and folding it up. Brock, on the other hand, walks over to the retaining wall and glares an icy stare at a pair of fans, who realize what Brock is there for and vacate their chairs, which Brock takes and folds up. He slides them into the ring with himself and hands one off to Stevens. Stevens then steps back and allows Brock and Jumbo to drag PK up to his feet once again and back him into the ropes, angling him so that the top and middle ropes tangle around his arms, trapping him there. The crowd buzzes, remembering that position. CABOOSE Remember what happened to Alfdogg, guys? This is that times four! Stevens steps back and allows the rest of CSI to line up in front of him. Jumbo is first in line; he steps up to Knight….raises his chair and…… *CRACK* Nails him in the head as hard as he can. Knight slumps as Jumbo slams the chair down and raises his arms. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Jay is next in line, and he slaps Knight a few times and spits in his face before raising his chair and…… *CRACK* Nailing Knight again. Jay stands off to the side with Jumbo as Brock steps up next. Brock lets loose a 30 second string of trash talking and obscenities aimed at Knight before quickly raising his chair and…… *CRACK* Nailing him so hard that the dent it causes bends the chair at a 20 degree angle. Brock kicks Knight in the head and gives him the finger before he backs away. The crowd is almost dead silent in shock at this point, and the camera catches a 10 year old boy in tears, burying his face in his Hoff t-shirt because he can’t bear to watch any more. COLE GODDAMNIT, GET THOSE GUYS THE (beep) OUT OF THAT (beep) RING AND GET SOME HELP IN THERE!!!!!! THAT IS ENOUGH!!!!! CABOOSE Josie, if you’re watching this match, look at what you’ve done to one of your superstars!!!! Stevens walks up to Knight with his chair in hand. Knight’s face is a crimson mask, having been busted open the hard way by those chair shots, his eyes glazed over because of the probable concussion. Stevens, showing not a trace of emotion, steps back…..raises his chair…… …but hesitates. He lowers his chair and turns away from the bloody mess that is Peter Knight…… COLE Thank god, Chris Stevens may be showing SOME compassion….. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* ….before turning back and delivering FOUR chairshots to Knight’s head, the seat of the chair barely hanging on it’s hinges and bent the wrong way as he drops it to the mat. Without a word or even a gesture to the crowd, CSI collectively exit the ring and walk up the ramp as officials and EMTs rush the ring to tend to the fallen Knight. You can hear a pin drop as the camera zooms in on Knight’s bloody face before the picture fades to black. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted June 17, 2005 EXOTIC MUSIC plays inside the dressing room of Black T, where a party is taking place. An enlarge picture of Tony Brannigan wearing his robe with the OAOAST Title draped over his shoulder hanging on the wall. Present are the New New Midnight Express and Jim Cornette. No Jivin' J.R. or CWM. STRIPPERS dance with Black T and a very drunk Narcissistic Ned. Married with children, Sarcastic Simon chooses to chat with Jim Cornette near the punch bowl. One of the strippers, a big breasted red head, grabs Tony, who is more than happy to oblige with the request to use him as a human dance pole. Dan and Narcissistic Ned laugh as the stripper swings around Brannigan, and then shoves his face into her BOOBS. BLACK Do we know how to throw a party, or what? TONY The perks of being the OAOAST Champion, Mr. Black. Food, drinks, adult entertainment! BLACK Have you noticed something missing? TONY No. BLACK Me, neither. The door opens. ZACK MALIBU steps into the room. The crowd watching on the AngleTron cheering loudly as "The Franchise" appears on-screen. TONY Excuse us, ladies. Black T confront Zack. The New New Midnight Express not bothered by Zack's appearance, as they continue to do their own thing in the background. A stripper sitting Ned down on a chair and giving him a lapdance. BLACK Are you blind, Mr. Malibu? Not only did you not knock, but apparently you can't read? (walks over to door and points at sign) "Knock before entering". This is an invitation only party. We didn't send you an invitation. So piss off. ZACK I just came to offer my congratulations to the new champ. TONY Is that right? Heh heh. I bet the sight of me holding the championship you held on two separate occassions is driving you crazy right about now, ain't it, Zack? ZACK Actually, I'm happy you finally won the big one. Like many, I was beginning to think your time was running out. While we've had our battles, it's great when one of the originals -- no pun intended -- wins the championship. TONY (scoffs) Sure. What do you want, Malibu? You're here for a reason. There's always a reason with you. Wait, let me guess -- you can't handle being out of the spotlight so you're here to ask for a title match? ZACK That doesn't sound to shabby, Ton', but as much as I wouldn't think twice about kicking your ass to chalk up another title reign for myself, I just came here to congratulate you. If you can't accept that... TONY No. No, I'm afraid not. But like they say, it's the thought that counts. J.R., come here and talk a picture of the champion and Zack. (pause) Ah, where is that goddamn bastard? Mr. Black, if you'd please. BLACK My pleasure. Tony stands next to Zack. BLACK Say "champ" on three. One, two...three. Grinning ear to ear, Tony raises the OAOAST Title in front of Zack's face on three. TONY Champ. * CLICK * TONY That wasn't so bad, was it, Zack? I'll be sure to send a pic to your mother so she'd have a real winner around the house. BLACK And we'll send one to what's-her-name... TONY Patty? BLACK No. In the background, Narcissistic Ned grabs his stripper and sits her down. Then gives HER a lapdance! TONY Monica? BLACK No. TONY Big Steph? BLACK Not her either. Oh, yes. Candie. Zack becomes tense, gritting his teeth and balling up both first. BLACK Ashame what happened to her. Such a lovely girl. And I do mean lovely. Heh. Zack lunges forward, ready to strike, but Tony steps in front of him. TONY Now, don't think of tryin' anything foolish, Malibu. 5-1 aren't good odds. Besides, this is a time for celebration. What don't ya go have a drink with Simon and James E. ZACK Whatever. BLACK Was it something I said? Black T smile as Zack leaves, bumping into JIVIN' J.R. on the way out. J.R. is carrying a gift-wrapped box. J.R. Glad I got here on time. Tony... TONY Nuh-uh. What did I tell you to start calling me? J.R. BAH GAWD, I forgot. Please accept my BAH GAWD apologizies, sir. I've spent the this week looking for a gift for the man who has everything. After many countless nights I think I found the perfect gift for the man of the hours. In honor of you winning the World Heavyweight Title, I present you with my token of appreciation, sir. J.R. hands Tony the gift. TONY (unwrapping present) Hell, J.R., money would of been perfectly fine. J.R. I know, sir, but this is something special. Open it. Tony pulls a COWBOY HAT out of the box. Disappointment on his face. J.R. Now you can be like J.B.L. He's a wrestling god, you know. TONY Do you want me to goose-step now, J.R.? J.R. You'd do that for me? TONYTONY (hits J.R. over head with hat) No, you moron! Go find a waterhose, stick one end in the exhaust pipe, the other inside the limo. Go inside the limo and make sure the windows are sealed, okay? Then start her up. Can you do that for me, J.R.? J.R. Faster than a hiccup and crazier than a pet coon. J.R. hums the OU fight song as he exits. BLACK All these years later and I still do not understand what he is saying. TONY Well, guess who decided to show up. The camera pans around and we see CWM standing at the door. TONY I'm glad you managed to show, CWM. Where've you been? Missed a helluva party so far. CWM Takin' care of business. TONY Every day? CWM Every week. Like...last week. TONY Oh! That's what I admire about you, CWM -- you're ready to cut to the chase. One would think I'd express great gratitude towards you for helping me win the OAOAST Championship, but the truth of the matter is...I'm pissed off. I don't know what match you were watchin', but it wasn't the same one I was involved in. I had Axel on the ropes. A little bit more this, a little more that and I have him on the mat for the one, two, three. I didn't need your damn help. As a matter of fact, I didn't even want Dan's. That match meant something to me, man. It was about pride and ego. It was me making a statement and showing the world what I have left. Because of you that statement wasn't read. So you know what I'm gonna do? Something a lot of people wouldn't expect. I'm going to give Axel a rematch for the World Heavyweight Title at the Great Angle Bash just so I can beat the son of a bitch again. And let me make this perfectly clear. I...do...not...want...your...help! CWM I'm not here to take your bullshit, so I'm going to say what I gotta say and leave. I don't care whether you want my help or not. I didn't do anything for you. Wake up and smell the bullshit. What needed to be done was done. What went down last week was more than about a man winning and losing. It was a movement. A first strike. It was preserving what the OAOAST is all about. A wrong was corrected before it happened. Drop the act and realize the impact of what really went down. CWM steps halfway out through the door before stopping and turning back around. CWM What was beginning to be done has become undone. CWM leaves. Tony and Dan's silence says it all. COLE What did CWM mean by that? COACH There's a lot going down here, Mikey... ~”Axelay Kick My Axe OC ReMix” by Midee starts playing, and Otaku II and Mike Guerriero walk out. They give a few fans high fives, then get in the ring where Otaku removes his R.I.P. Chris Candido shirt and Guerriero takes off his Punisher shirt.~ ~”The Lightbringer” by Interfector starts up, and red light floods the arena. Satan’s Foot Soldiers walk out in their robes and walk down to the ring mumbling something about the greatness of Satan or something. Then, Asmodai and the man formerly known as John Smith, now Belial, remove their hoods, then get in the ring. The red light fades out as Michael Buffer walks into the center of the ring.~ Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is a tag team match with a television time limit. Introducing first, the team to my left. They represent the Mad Machine. First, he hails from Boston, Massachusetts, and weighs in tonight at 215 lbs, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome O-TAK-U II! ~Otaku waves to the crowd, and they cheer.~ Michael Buffer: Now, his tag team partner, he comes from Watertown, Massachusetts, and he weighs in at 260 lbs, please welcome MIKE “THE PUN-ISHER” GUERR-I-ER-O! ~Mike just folds his arms and stares down his opponents. A mild cheer can be heard in the background.~ Michael Buffer: And now, the team standing to right. First, he hails from Death Valley, California, and he weighed in at 240 lbs, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome AS-MO-DAI! ~Asmodai looks downward, raises his arms, and shakes violently, creeping the heck out of everyone in the building.~ Michael Buffer: Also coming to us from Death Valley, California, but originally from Memphis, Tennessee, please welcome JOHN SMITH! ~TAFKA John Smith gets a microphone.~ TAFKA John Smith: JOHN SMITH IS DEAD! THERE IS ONLY BELIAL! Cole: Whoa! Belial is really angry about that! ~TANKA Belial tries to grab Michael Buffer, but he gets out of the ring and Mike Guerriero takes this as his signal to start so he pounces on Belial, still in his robe, as he tries to get at Buffer. Asmodai pulls off his robe, then starts to move toward this situation, but Otaku cuts him off. The referee tries to get control of the situation, but then Lilith and Mephisto get in the ring. Lilith kicks him in the crotch, doubling him over, then Mephisto put him in the crucifix powerbomb position.~ Mephisto: SATAN IS MY HOMEBOY! ~HE HITS THE EXECUTION(crucifix powerbomb) ON THE REFEREE! Then they go over to Otaku and start up a triple team on him! Lilith kicks HIM in the crotch, then Asmodai hits the PLUNGE(inverted Russian leg sweep)!~ Asmodai: SATAN IS MY HOMEBOY! ~Now they move over to Mike and Belial. They pull Mike off of Belial and Asmodai and Mephisto hold him from the sides. Lilith kicks Mike in the crotch, hitting the trifecta, then Belial hits the SATANATIC SKULL CRUSHER(piledriver)! Lilith gets the microphone Belial had discarded when he went after Buffer.~ Cole: SFS has gone too far! They’ve destroyed everyone! Caboose: Well, it would have helped if Buffer knew what he was doing. Lilith: Belial, my brother, do you have something you’d like to say? Belial: SATAN IS MY HOMEBOY! YEAH! Lilith: That’s right, Satan IS our homeboy! This is what happens to people who try to mess with Satan or his followers! THEY. GO. DOWN! ~Tony and Ayane run down, but Mephisto and Asmodai catch them on the way. Lilith walks over to Tony and kicks him in the crotch! He go down, and Lilith puts her boot down on his head.~ Lilith: You still haven’t learned, old man? I’LL REPEAT THE LESSON THEN! ~Lilith pulls up Tony and BLOWS A FIREBALL IN HIS FACE! The medical staff gets on the scene quickly and gets Tony out of there, and, presumably, they’ll check on the others afterward. Lilith goes over to Ayane, who Mephisto has in a full nelson. Ayane’s midsection is heavily taped.~ Cole: This is heinous! Lilith: You just barely beat me at School’s Out, you little (censored), and now you’re going to try to dodge a rematch. I WON’T ALLOW IT! TAKE HER OUT! ~Mephisto lifts up Ayane and hits her with a full nelson slam. Then he pulls her up and sets her up in a press slam AND HE THROWS HER, STOMACH FIRST, ONTO THE RING POST! Ayane just sort of slides off the post and falls to the ground. She tries to stand, but she can’t, and she begins coughing up blood. The medical folks come back and get her onto a stretcher.~ Cole: OH MY GOD! Caboose: The ECW PPV is over, Cole, you sound even more like a tool than usual when you try to do things like that. Lilith: TRY BEATING LINDSAY GONZALEZ NOW, YOU (censored)! TRY GETTING BACK INTO THE RING! WE WILL DESTROY YOU OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL YOU FINALLY LEARN! SATAN IS SUPREME! HE GIVES US THE POWER TO CRUSH YOU! ~SFS kick the folks lying in the ring, then leave, gathering their robes as they go.~ Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted June 17, 2005 The scene opens on CSI, to a HUGE chorus of boos, laughing as they walk down a hallway. "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!!" The Hottest Men in Primetime turn around, facing Josie Baker, breathelss. Josie pants as she finally catches up to them. JOSIE What....*puff*....what the hell is...the matter with you?! Brock laughs, and Jay Richards makes a face, but it's Chris Stevens who answers. STEVENS Josie, we were just giving the fans what they want: exciting television. Josie SLAPS Stevens. The cocky Stevens smirks and shakes it off. JOSIE You could have KILLED him! STEVENS Don't whine to me, princess. You were the one who gave him the match, you were the one who let him sign his own death warrant. And you can cry "unsanctioned" all you want to, but the fact is, it's on your head. You gave me free license, Baker. And you can thank me -- thank US -- when the raitings come in. Let's roll, boys. CSI turn to leave, but Jay Richards lingers a moment... JAY Hey, Josie...I told you I'd make an impact. With a cocky laugh, Jay walks off, leaving Josie to cradle her head in her hands. LIGHTNING CREW! ~”No Chance in Hell!” by Bradley Boyds starts up and smoke fills up the entrance way. A lightening bolt hits the stage, then pink spotlights come on and focus on her as Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez walks out. The crowd boos, and she soaks it in and mouths “Yeah, you know I’m the best”. She waks down to the ring with a little wiggle in her hips, then goes in and does the Lightening Crew Salute. Confetti falls down on the ring, and a giant Puerto Rican flag unfurls. The music dies down, and “Axelay Kick My Axe OC Remix” starts up, but no one comes out. Lindsay gets a mike.~ Lindsay: What’s wrong, Ayane? Did SFS beat you up too bad? Are you gonna give up on your biiiiig chance? What’s up, senorita? Coach: Who can blame Ayane after what she’s been put through? ~Lindsay cackles as the theme dies down. Then it starts up again, and Lindsay looks back at the stage. Ayane walks out, slowly, and holding her even more heavily taped midsection.~ Cole: Could anyone ask for a greater display of bravery than what we are seeing right now from this young woman from Tokyo, Japan? Caboose: Cole, what we are seeing her is sheer stupidity. It would be much better for her to take the DQ or count out loss, then heal up and challenge Lindsay again. Coach: Well, you know, the good thing about a girl who can’t really fight is that they usually resort to dirty tactics. That means a CAAAAAT FIIIIIIGHT! Caboose: (sigh) What is this, rip off Joey Styles day? Lindsay: You really are just a dumb (censored), aren’t you? ~Ayane gets in the ring, barely, and Lindsay begins the onslaught immediately. She hits Ayane with a series of kicks and knees to the midsection, then throws her to the ground. She stands on Ayane’s taped up stomach. Ayane screams in pain. Lindsay gets a sick smile on her face, then steps off Ayane. She hits a standing moonsault! The ref begins a count. 1, 2, Lindsay pulls her up! She shakes her head and indicates that she isn’t nearly done. She stomps on the injured midsection, digging the heel of her boot in. Ayane rolls to try to get out of the way, and as she gets on all fours, she convulses and coughs up blood again. She fights up to her feet, and now Lindsay attacks again, locking her in a bearhug. Ayane struggles, but the ref sees more blood dribbling out of her mouth and calls the match off. Lindsay elts go, but then sets up a bulldog and hits the Latina Bitch Jam despite the bell ringing. Then she does the Lightening Crew Salute and gets out of the ring, laughing as she goes.~ COLE How despicable! But anyway, folks, we've got CO-MAIN-EVENTS tonight! COACH You mean two people claimed the main event spot and never got it settled? COLE DAMN RIGHT! Which means, due to the flip of a coin-- CABOOSE That is, our producer's awesome decision making skills-- COLE It'll be Zack Malibu and Some Guy versus the GPX.... TRIPLE C NEXT!! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted June 17, 2005 COLE The GPX are looking to make history by disregarding the history of this company, and that's not something that Zack Malibu or Some Guy are going to tolerate. Let's take it up to the ring for the latest chapter in this heated rivalry. *DING* *DING* *DING* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following matchup, scheduled for one fall, is your main event! The spoken-word opening to "Make Her Say" emits from the loudspeakers, and as the lights dim for the entrance of the GPX, the arena fills with boos from the crowd. "Make Her Say UUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, nah nah nah nah..." As the chorus opens up and the lights strobe like a European discotheque, the crowd's antimosity grows larger, as Johnny Jax and Scotty Static walk out from the back, nodding their heads slightly and grinning from ear to ear, showing the pride they've taken in their new attitudes. COLE Once two of the most popular members of our locker room, now perhaps the two most loathed. Static and Jax, sans their "third man" as of late, Drek Stone, hit the ring and head to opposite corners, posing for their detractors in typical showoff fashion. Jax and Static then hop off the ropes and meet in the center of the ring, giving each other props and brushing off the negative crowd reaction. CABOOSE You talk about how they're the most loathed in the locker room these days, but do they even care? That's one thing that works in their favor, as much as I hate to say it. If they don't care how the people feel, if they don't care about what they do, that means they are capable of anything. COLE They've definitely showed us that firsthand in the last month. As Static and Jax conversate, the lights come up, and the entranceway/Angletron area in particular is adorned with flickering lights, as "Sexy Boy" hits to welcome one of the more popular OAOAST stars to the ring. The Boston native himself, Some Guy, comes dancing out from the back, clad in his normal ringwear and with an OAOAST logo shirt as well. He pulls his trademark Red Sox hat low so that is covers his eyes, and does a little DANCE~! down the aisle before whipping the hat off and staring wild eyed at his two rivals in the ring. Static and Jax eagerly wave him on, with Static going so far as to get on his knees and pray that Some Guy comes down to the ring, but all SG does is snicker while his music fades, then gets replaced by Papa Roach's hit single. CABOOSE Listen to the crowd, Michael! As "Getting Away With Murder" booms over the sound system, Zack Malibu comes powerwalking out from the back, storming down the aisle with a determined look in his eyes as he comes up to his tag team partner. Together, the two talk for all of two seconds before Some Guy tosses his hat down and the two charge the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope...and sending the GPX sliding out the opposite side, avoiding contact with their opponents! CABOOSE And once again, when faced with a head on situation, the GPX back away. COACH Hey, if I had two guys like Zack Malibu and Some Guy coming at me with vengeance on their minds, I'd bounce with the quickness too! COLE ...where did THAT come from? COACH Yo, I got a voice, I can use it! With the GPX on the outside, Malibu and Some Guy pace the ring and pose for the fans, with Zack's theme song still blaring. Zack hops up on the turnbuckles and shouts down at GPX, while Some Guy strikes the "Justin Credible pose" on the ropes. Both men hop down from the ropes and back up near the ropes, giving their foes enough space to consider getting back in to the ring so that Buffer can introduce everyone before they maim themselves. BUFFER Introducing team number one...first, from HOTlan...hey! Buffer is taken aback, as Scotty Static swipes the mic from his hands. STATIC Listen mic man, go and take a seat. The GPX will handle the introductions for this contest. Buffer walks away, and as he's stepping through the ropes, Jackson runs over and boots him in the ass, pushing him through the ropes and causing him to nearly fall down to the floor on his face. Zack and Some Guy come forward, but referee Slick Johnson calms them, telling them to just let it be. STATIC Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of... Jax whispers in Static's ear. STATIC Oh right, sorry, that would be trademark infringment. Plus, that bit got kinda old and stale...just like our two opponents! Zack and Some Guy raise their eyebrows towards the GPX, who smile proudly. STATIC First, from Boston, MA, which is appropriate because I find him to be quite the Masshole...he dances like the lost Village Person, and has disappeared and reappeared more times than David Copperfield, he is SOME GUY! The crowd jeers loudly, and Some Guy says some non-child friendly words to Scotty Static that the censors forget to bleep. STATIC His tag team partner, and if it wasn't for Candie I might be forced to say life partner, is from Providence, RI...and who would admit that? Well, this guy does. He's a former OAOAST 24/7 Champion, former two time OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion, and the man whose name you will never forget because it's going to be force fed to you people again and again just like it has been for the last three years...he calls himself "The Franchise" and since he says it, we have to believe him, right? He is ZAAAAAAAAACK MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALIBU! To say the crowd is livid is an understatement. Again, the Originals try to approach their opponents, but are told to cool off. STATIC And now, introducing their opponents. First, from the 313, Detroit WHAT? He's ripped, he's chiseled, he's stacked, he's jacked, he's JAX! JOHNNY JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAX! His partner, a damn handsome man in his own right, he makes all the girls ecstatic, kicks ass like automatic, what happens to you will be tragic, because he's the one and only SCOTTY STATIC! GPX IN THE HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To say the crowd boos would be an understatement, as the ego-boosting by Scotty draws the ire of the fans already sick of the GPX's antics. Static tosses the mic, and he and Jax prepare for battle...and get jumped from behind by Malibu and Some Guy! COACH To paraphrase a great man, that's all they can stands and they can't stands no more! CABOOSE Great man? That was POPEYE! Malibu takes Static by the head and leads him across the ring, hurling him over the top rope to the floor, while Some Guy puts Jax in the corner and rocks him with body shots before taking him and sending him to the ropes. Jax reverses, sending Some Guy in, but SG puts on the brakes. Malibu then dropkicks Jax in the back, sending him stumbling forward, and Some Guy drops his head, elevating Jax up over the top rope and down onto Static! COLE The Originals have cleared the ring, and now...watch out! As Static is helping Jax to his feet, Some Guy comes running towards the ropes, but instead of diving over, he springs backwards off the middle rope and lands on all fours. The GPX breathe a sigh of relief since it was a fakeout...until Malibu runs across the ring and springs off the back of his own partner, diving over the ropes with a plancha that turns into a double clothesline on the Global Party Exchange! COLE Zack Malibu with an insane diving clothesline just wiped out both members of the GPX! Malibu is quick to get to his feet, taking Johnny Jax by the head and rolling him into the ring, where Some Guy awaits. Zack then turns around to Scotty Static and delivers a boot to the gut, then takes him by the arm and sends him into the guardrail, where the cold steel meets Static's back the hard way. With one member of the GPX taken care of, Zack rolls into the ring, where Some Guy is taking it to Jax. Malibu comes to his feet, and Some Guy sends Jax towards him, so that Malibu can catch him and plant him with an inverted atomic drop! Jax hobbles around clutching his nether regions for a moment, until Zack sends him into the ropes and ducks his head, forcing Jax to leapfrog over him...and into Some Guy's arms for a powerslam! Jax quickly rolls out to the floor to recover, and the crowd rejoices, as Malibu and Some Guy have already caused the GPX great anguish in a minimal amount of time! Static comes over to Jax, and together they complain to refereee Johnson about the opening minutes of the contest. Johnson orders one of them in the ring, and then goes over to Zack and SG, telling them that he wants to start this contest proper, and someone is going to have to get on the apron. Zack offers to stay, but Some Guy says that he's "got it", telling Zack to take a spot on the apron while he awaits the GPX's decision to see who'll start this off. Static comes into the ring first, and charges Some Guy like a raging bull, locking up with the Original in the center of the ring! Static drops down, taking him to the mat with a double leg takedown, but as he tries to keep a grip on the legs, he's kicked off by SG. Some Guy gets to his feet and grabs a side headlock on the recovering Static, but Scotty pushes him towards the ropes, only for Some Guy to run back at him and drill him with a shoulderblock! Some Guy runs the ropes again, hopping over Static's body on his way to the opposite side, and comes back at Scotty, who hooks him arm and carries him over with a hiptoss! Static then pulls him up and applies a front facelock, but Some Guy slips out and grabs him in a headlock, which Scotty quickly counters into a back suplex, followed by the first cover of the contest! ONE! T-No way, jose. CABOOSE Excellent move by Static there. Catch your opponent off guard, and go in for the pin when they least expect it. The element of surprise is just as effective as a major manuever. As Some Guy gets up, Static grabs his arm and wrenches it, holding him at bay in a wristlock until Some Guy is able to grab hold of Static's arm and reverse the move, countering with an arm wrench of his own. Static reels, then takes his free arm and swings around at SG, but Some Guy ducks, and the momentum spins Static around so that his back is to SG, and SG simply shoves him to the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a back body...NO! Static lands on his feet with the move and when Some Guy turns around, he's caught off guard with a dropkick that sends him spilling through the ropes and onto the apron. Some Guy manages to hold onto the ropes, stopping himself from falling out to the floor, but as he's pulling himself to his feet Jax drops off the apron and pulls his feet out from under him, causing him to crack his jaw on the apron...and Static follows up with a baseball slide that sends Some Guy falling back into the guardrail! COLE GPX score with the double team, and Malibu doesn't look too happy with that one! Malibu looks to come into to even the score, but Johnson blocks his path, warning him to stay put. Static motions for Jax to work Some Guy over on the floor, but as Jax brings him up, Some Guy pushes him back-first into the apron! Seeing their plan breaking down, Static runs over to the ropes and grabs the top one, using it to propel himself up and over onto Some Guy with a pescado! Static gets up and celebrates by putting the boots to Some Guy along with Jax, but Malibu darts across the apron, rounding the corner and running across that section of the apron to dive off with a double Apron Run Diving Clothesline to the back of the GPX's heads! CABOOSE Four on the floor! It's breaking down just like we knew it would! Malibu pulls Static up and rocks him with a right hand, sending the cocky youngster staggering over by the timekeeper's table. This is just fine with Zack, as he takes Static by his frosted, mussy hair and sends his face down into the table, much to the delight of everyone in attendance! Static pulls away from Zack, but not for long, as Zack takes him by the arm and again sends him into the guardrail, only this time Malibu follows up with a running clothesline that dumps Static over the railing and into the first row of fans! COACH Scotty's the legal man! He doesn't belong in the crowd, he belongs in the ring! Save for Johnson, the ring remains empty, as Jax and Some Guy have taken to brawling at ringside as well. Jax gets the better of that confrontation when he doubles Some Guy over after a knee to the stomach, then rams his head into the apron before rolling him back into the ring. Some Guy starts pushing himself back up, but when he's on all fours Jax runs in and delivers a soccer kick to the stomach, knocking him over and preventing the comeback. Jax keeps putting the boots to Some Guy and picks him up, sending him into the corner, but when he charges in, Some Guy moves out of the way at the last second, and as Jax staggers backwards, he walks right into Some Guy's waiting arms, and gets planted with a German Suplex! Johnson hesitates for a moment, knowing that Static was the legal man, then just says "screw it" and goes to the canvas for the count! ONE! T-KICKOUT! COACH What the...wait, wasn't Static the legal man? CABOOSE He was...he is...I don't know what's going on any...HEY! COLE Look out! Triple C all jump back in unison, as suddenly Malibu is sent across the table, sliding across it like a five year old on a Slip and Slide! Malibu rolls off the table, dazed, while Scotty Static comes over and rips the headset off of Coach! COACH YO! STATIC Oh please, it's not like you say anything worthwhile. Scotty Static comin' to ya live on HeldDOWN~! folks, doin' double duty as I'm beating Zack Malibu's ass and talking about it at the same time! Down in the ring we got my man Johnny Jax taking care of Some Guy, and we'll finish him off just as soon as I take care of...HEY! Static is yanked off the table by Zack, who pulls him down and then clocks him with a right hand! The sound of fist meeting face is heard through the microphone, and the ensuing pounding of Scotty Static's head into the announce table is also picked up by the headset! Malibu then rips off the head piece and tosses it back to Coach, then takes back to the ring, rolling him into it as Some Guy has Jax in the corner and is unloading on him with the trademark babyface "ten count punchfest". Some Guy hops down, and moves out of the way so that Zack can send Static into his own partner, crushing him in the corner. Zack then follows that up with a running splash that sandwiches both GPX members, and then Some Guy runs towards the corner and springs into the air, diving onto all THREE people, including his own partner, with a Stinger style splash! Some Guy backs away, as does Zack, who leads Static away and sends him to the ropes, taking him over with a huracanrana~! Some Guy props Jax up on the top rope, following up the ropes after him, but as he readies him for a superplex, Jax grips the top rope, not allowing himself to go over. Some Guy tries again, but now Jax keeps his legs wrapped around the turnbuckles, and pushes Some Guy from the top rope down to the floor to prevent himself from taking the fall! Some Guy lands facefirst, flat on the floor, but as Jax tries to stand to follow up, Malibu comes racing towards the corner leaps up, dropkicking Jax's legs out from under him and crotching him on the top rope! The fans roar as Malibu goes up the ropes, looking to take Jax off the turnbuckles with a top rope rana, but Static gets up, and as woozy as he is he's able to get to the corner and get up under Zack, putting Malibu on his shoulders and walking him away from the corner...then throwing him forward off his shoulders and dropping his neck across the top rope! Malibu stays hung over the top rope, and Jax pushes up to his feet. Static shouts up to his partner to take care of the OAOAST "Franchise", and Jax stands tall on the third rope before leaping off, diving from the top rope with a legdrop to the back of Zack Malibu's head! The whiplash sends Zack falling back to the canvas, while Jax crashes down at ringside, having sacrificed himself to gain a victory over the OAOAST's most popular star! CABOOSE Jax may have taken himself out of the match after that one, and with Some Guy down, it looks like it's up to Scotty and Zack to battle it out. With Malibu down, Static drags him over by the corner, setting him up so that Scotty can climb the ropes, his back to his fallen opponent. COLE No sooner did you say that Caboose than it looks like Static is going for the Static...NO! ZACK'S UP! Groggy, Zack pushes up to his feet and rushes the corner, driving a forearm into the small of Static's back. Scotty is stunned, and now Malibu stands under him, pulling him off the ropes and running across the ring...WITH A SITOUT LIGER BOMB! COACH YO~! ONE! TWO! T-JOHNNY JAX SLIDES INTO THE RING AND NAILS ZACK IN THE FACE TO BREAK UP THE PIN! COLE Where did he come from!? Zack rolls over, reeling from the cheapshot that has rattled his jaw, while Jax tends to his partner, trying to help him to his feet. As Static stumbles around, trying to stay upright, Jax pulls Malibu towards the center of the ring, signalling for his partner to get it together so they can hit their patented double team, the Chain Letter! Static shakes the cobwebs loose and comes over, pulling Malibu into a headscissors and hooks his waist, ready to pull him up for the double powerbomb that kicks off the manuever, but just as he pulls Malibu up onto his shoulders, Zack floats backwards and pulls him into a huracanrana rollup, while Some Guy springboards into the ring and drives the skull of Jax into the mat with a springboard bulldog, and we have a double pin! ONE! TWO! NO! BOTH GPX MEMBERS KICK OUT! COLE Jax and Static survived, but how much more can any of these guys take? Suddenly, the crowd starts booing, as DREK STONE starts heading down the aisle, not looking too happy with Zack and SG's persistence. Some Guy and Zack push up to their feet, and as Malibu raises his head, he sees Stone...AND GOES RACING ACROSS THE RING, DIVING THROUGH THE ROPES AND NAILING HIM WITH A TOPE~! COACH YO~! The fans roar as the two rivals go at it tooth and nail, and Johnson rolls out of the ring to try and pull the enraged prep off the man who has been making his life miserable as of late. Back in the ring, Some Guy pulls Jax up to his feet, but he's met with a low blow from behind by Static, who manages to save his partner from certain doom. Some Guy drops to one knee, giving the GPX the space they need to recover...until a rumbling comes over the crowd, and a figure hops the rail and slides into the ring. CABOOSE What the...it's Alf! Alfdogg! Indeed it is, and he's carrying nunchucks! Alfdogg spins Static around, whacking him across the ribs with his 'chucks, then swinging them down on his back! Static reels and falls to his knees, and when Jax comes at Alf, he gets the same treatment! COLE Alfdogg is taking out the GPX! CABOOSE Payback's a bitch, ain't it! With Jax reeling, Alf takes him and, with his fist clenched around the chucks, drills him across the side of the head. Meanwhile on the floor, Stone and Zack are still brawling, and once again some figures come racing out from the back...this time it's the "Crown Jewel" herself and her muscle! COACH Crystal! It's Crystal and Gunner! Crystal orders Gunner into the ring to go after Some Guy, while Zack, in mid-punch towards Stone, has added some weight, as she jumps up on his back! Malibu staggers about, then finally reaches up and snapmares her off his back and down onto the aisleway, but it provides enough of a distraction for Drek to hit a running forearm! He pins Malibu up against the guardrail and puts a boot across his throat, choking him down, when all of a sudden the crowd, believe it or not, ROARS at the sight of Dan Black and CWM coming down the aisle! COLE This is insanity! All hell is breaking loose on HeldDOWN~! CWM pries Stone away from Zack, staggering him with punches before faking a punch and instead delivering a low kick, then following up with a lariat to the former World Champion. Meanwhile in the ring, as Some Guy is getting clubbed down by Gunner, Black slides in and spins the big man around, kicking him in the gut and delivering a BLACKOUT~! that knocks him for a loop, and sends him turning into a SOMEKICK~! The combined impact of the two moves put the big man down, and Black and Some Guy just stare at each other, because whether they meant to or not, the two of them just worked together. They circle each other, ready for a showdown, when suddenly both notice Scotty Static getting to his feet...so they turn their attention to him instead, running at him and hitting a double clothesline to the floor! CABOOSE I think it's a safe bet that this match has been thrown out! COLE The match? If this continues we're gonna get thrown out of this city and never be let back in! CWM continues brawling with Stone on the floor, but a recovered Malibu comes over and shoves CWM away, then starts pounding on Drek's forehead. Not taking too kindly to the shove, CWM tackles Zack, and now the two old rivals are brawling in the aisleway! COLE This is madness, we need security, we need a SWAT Team...we need the Armed Friggin' Forces to break this up! It's madness in the OAOAST, and we're out of time, f...OH MY GOD! CRASH~! Cole's shocked reaction is due to the fact that Alfdogg and Some Guy have just bieled Johnny Jax over the ropes...AND HURLED HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! CABOOSE Are we still on? Can we still be heard? Cole, is your mic st... *FADE OUT* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted June 17, 2005 COLE Folks, we've got our mics and cameras back just in time for the main event of the evening! CABOOSE What impeccable timing. Triple C sit at the rubble of what was once an announce table. COACH I hope that the next match doesn't make much use of our table! CABOOSE Given that it's a streetfight, I'd say we're in trouble. COLE Hey, wrestling is all about suspension of belief! CABOOSE How about if next week, we get a main event settled upon before showtime. COACH Agreed. CABOOSE Frickin' morons... COLE It is now time for our Main Event this evening viewers, and what a Main Event it is! Axel, the man who lost the OAOAST Championship last week to Tony Brannigan, taking on the man who cost him the title, CWM, in a streetfight! Keep in mind, all weapons are legal, interference is legal, and both competitors much wear some type of denim to match the 'street' theme! *DING DING DING* BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest, scheduled for one fall is a STREETFIGHT! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!" "I would never bother you I would never promise to I will never follow you I will never bother you Never say a word again I will crawl away for good" "You Know You're Right" by Nirvana starts up over the PA system as the crowd decend into rabid booing and rioting. Suddenly out from the curtain comes the former OAOAST Champion CobainWasMurdered, cigarette hanging from his mouth, wearing denim shorts and a black Nirvana smile faceT-Shirt. He rolls into the ring and immediately slumps in the corner, ordering Michael Buffer to announce him. BUFFER Introducing first, from ......., weighing in tonight at two hundred thirty eight pounds, he is a former OAOAST Champion and one of the founding members of the One and Only Anglesault Thread... CobainWasMurdered, SEE DOUBLE-U EMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!! The founding OAOAST member continues to sit in the corner, looking focused, but not worried. His expression could change however, as THE LIGHTS GO OUT! "YEEEEEEEEEEEAH!" BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Mudvayne's 'Death Blooms' blares over the PA as Axel, the former OAOAST Champion, makes his way to the ring, no crucifix pose tonight, just a former champion focused on revenge. Axel is still in his black jeans (DENIM~!), and white print T-Shirt. BUFFER And his opponent, from Hobart, Tasmania, Australia, weighing in tonight at two hundred fifty five pounds... he is a former OAOAST Champion... THIS. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS AAAAAAAAAAXEEEEEEEELLLLLLLL!!! Axel slides into the ring and then goes face to face with CWM, who is out of the corner. It looks as if CWM is trying to tell Axel that last week was nothing personal, it was just business, but Axel doesn't appear to be listening. Never one to back away from a brawl, CWM throws the first punch, landing a right hand to Axel's temple. *DING DING DING* COLE And we are underway fellas! This should be intense to say the very least! Axel comes back with a right, but CWM lands a second straight away. The two men exchange two or three more right hand shots each, before CWM gets the upperhand with a blatant thumb to the eye in this no disqualification bout. Boot to the midsection by CWM, followed by a hard clothesline that sends the former champion down. Axel is back up very soon however, but CWM again covers him with right hands. Axel gets the advantage back, sending CWM for an Irish Whip, CWM comes off of the other side ropes, and walks right into a Harlem Side Kick! COACH Axel and CWM both starting off in a blaze of glory, both wanting to inflict as much pain as possible on the other to win this match! We've seen CWM take a lot of punishment throughout his career guys! CABOOSE Need I remind you of the Las Vegas Deathmatch Coach? Huh? Glass sticking out of his feet? scars on his head, scars on his chest? Axel can sure as hell take a beating and come back. COACH Cheerleading for Axel Caboose? CABOOSE Hell no, I just hate CWM, so by default, Axel's my guy tonight. Axel rolls to the outside, INTENSE~ look on his face, and grabs the first steel chair of the match, sliding back into the ring with it. Axel readies the chair and buries it into the stomach of CWM, causing the founding member to double over in pain, with Axel then smashing the steel over CWM's back! COLE Two hard chairshots to CWM, Axel isn't holding back! Axel throws the chair down and goes after CWM again straight away. Right hand knocks CWM down, and then another, but the third time Axel backs his opponent into the corner, holding up his hand, and readying for a chop! "LIGHT HIM UP! LIGHT HIM UP!" *SMACK* WOOOOOOOOOOO! *SMACK* WOOOOOOOOOOO! *SMMMMMMMAAAAAAAACKKKKKKK!* WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! After three stiff chops, the T-Shirt is nearly off of CWM, and his beet red chest is showing. Axel takes CWM out of the corner and sends him down to the mat with a snapmare, before landing a stiff kick to the back of the head! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" COLE Is it me, or is Axel being much stiffer, much harder in his shots tonight? CABOOSE Its not just you Cole, Axel wants to hurt CWM tonight. He doesn't care how, but he's going to make these shots as hard as possible. Axel picks CWM up to his feet once again and tries to pick him up to perhaps deliver a scoop slam, but CWM has it scouted, connecting with a stiff shot to the stomach, and then a headbutt that knocks Axel down! CWM clutches at the back of his head from the last shot he sustained, but soon forgets about that, and instead focuses in on the man who gave him the headache. CWM grabs Axel and picks him up for a scoop slam, driving him down back first on the mat. He follows this up with a quick leg drop, then mounting his fellow former champion and connecting with a barrage of right hands! COLE CWM is now opening up on Axel now! CWM continues to bash Axel upside the head, until the former champion finally pushes the founding member off of him, and tries to get to his feet. Axel is, however, stopped by a CWM boot to the back of the head, which sends him down to the mat once again. CWM grabs the neck of Axel and lands a swell placed shot to the back of it, causing Axel to instinctively clutch at his neck. CWM picks Axel up, hooks him in a front face lock, turns him around... and drops him with a neckbreaker. Most would go for the cover, but CWM has other plans. The founding OAOAST member grabs the steel chair that Axel brought into the ring earlier and sets it up in the centre of the ring, grabbing Axel, Irish Whipping The Dark One into the ropes, and getting a drop toe hold onto the chair! COLE Axel's head just bounced off of that steel chair, and his neck just snapped backward! CWM goes for a cover... ONE.... TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONO! Axel kicks out at two, causing an 'OOOH' from the crowd. CWM grabs Axel in a standing bodyscissors and tries to piledrive him on the chair, but Axel blocks the move and sends CWM over his head for a backdrop! Axel tries a clothesline to CWM, but CWM ducks under, Axel turns around.. Spinning Elbow by CWM sends the former champion down. Cover by CWM again... ONE... TWOOOOOOONO! Axel kicks out a second time. COLE Wow, there sure is a lack of us talking in this match guys! CABOOSE Well maybe the guy who writes it has an exam coming up, I don't know! COACH I like lamps! Axel struggles to his feet, but is met again by CWM, who lands a right hand, tries to come back with a second, but Axel opens up! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM BAM BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM! Axel finishes the set of right hands with a stiff uppercut that sends CWM flying over the top rope and to the outside! The Dark One soon follows his opponent, rolling to the outside, and opening up on CWM once again, causing the founding member to back into the crowd! The two warriors are soon in the middle of the people, fighting and exchanging right hands, with CWM trying to back away and give himself some air. CWM finally gets away from Axel, but Axel is soon in pursuit, grabbing CWM by the hair and trying another right, but CWM gets another thumb to the eye which slows Axel down. Shot to the stomach by CWM sends Axel down to one knee, CWM runs back, charges forward, and sends Axel down with a running knee lift! CWM then runs back to ringside, leaving Axel to recover. COLE CWM is just neglecting Axel now, what is he... ahh, I see! COACH Are the Dudleys on hand? CABOOSE We won't get sued, will we? CWM, if you haven't already figured it out, has grabbed a TABLE from underneath the ring, setting it up, and shoving one of the camera guys out of the way, and also grabbing his steel chair. Axel is soon up and charging after CWM, but the founding member is ready. Axel climbs over the guardrail and back to ringside... BAM! But he is met by a flying steel chair that CWM has thrown directly at his face! COACH What a shot! COLE That steel chair just bounced off of Axel's head! CWM grabs Axel by the head and sets him up for a suplex through the table, but Axel blocks the move. CWM tries again, but a second time the move is blocked. CWM actually gets Axel in the air a third time, but Axel lands on his feet behind CWM! CWM turns around and charges at Axel, but Axel lowers his head... ...and sends CWM backdropped through the table! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!" COLE CWM just went through that table! He might be out! COACH Nonsense, you've seen these two take bigger beatings before. Axel rolls CWM back into the ring, and throws a second chair into the squared circle also. Axel with a cover on CWM inside the ring... ONE.... TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONO! CWM gets a shoulder up at two. Axel, not frustrated but almost happy that CWM kicked out, continues the punishment on his opponent with a straight right to the temple which snaps CWM's head back. Axel grabs one of the steel chairs and lays it across the face of Axel, before running to the ropes, coming off, and driving a leg drop across his throat! Cover! ONE.... TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONO! CWM gets a shoulder up once again! Axel picks CWM up by the head, but is soon stopped in his tracks by a LOW BLOW! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE CWM just cracked Axel in the balls! COACH We're allowed to say that! Axel goes down, giving CWM a rest for a second. The founding OAOAST member crawls to the other side of the ring and grabs the other steel chair, not realising that Axel has grabbed the first. COLE Dueling chairs! Both men face each other, steel chairs in hand. CWM swings first, and Axel ducks under. Axel; does the same, but CWM avoids. Both men swing, and the chairs crash together with a loud *SMACK*. Another try, another *SMACK*. CWM gets the advantage, going for Axel's gut with the point of the chair and finding it, before... *WHAAAAAAAAAAACK* "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" COLE A VILE CHAIRSHOT! DID YOU HEAR THAT? COACH And he's smiling! Yes indeed CWM is smiling, and wanting to end this match, signaling for the pollycutter! CABOOSE Aww No! I don't want this ass to win the match! Axel slowly, but surely gets up after that vicious chairshot, obviously not all there anymore, and bleeding from a huge gash in his forehead! COACH He dun Mass Transit'ed himself! COLE That's one hell of a gash from that chairshot! CWM readies himself, grabs Axel's head for the Pollycutter... but Axel pushed him off! Axel tries a clothesline, CWM ducks, boot to the midsection, standing bodyscissors... CONSPIRACY BOMB! COLE THE CONSPIRACY BOMB! COVER! ONE... TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... NO! AXEL KICKS OUT! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH! CWM can't believe it! He has harsh words with the referee, who informs him that it was a two count. CWM quickly goes back to Axel, mounting the former champion once again, and burying right hands into his now bloody forehead, opening up the cut even further! COACH Hey, wasn't Axel's hair a lighter brown before... oh god damn the boy's hair is covered in blood! COLE Well thats one way to save a match! Bleed like a mofo! CWM gets off of Axel and grabs the steel chair once again, smashing it on the ground, obviously a preview of wht awaits Axel. Axel once again slowly gets up to his feet, because the stubborn bastard doesn't want to stay down for anyone. CWM readies the chair for a shot, Axel turns to face CWM... ...BUT HITS A RUNNING ENZIGURI THROUGH THE CHAIR! COLE WOW! CABOOSE That bounced off of his head Cole! It bounced off of his head! COLE Enziguri through the chair! Both men are down! Anything could happen! The referee can't start a ten count, because its a freaking streetfight, so we're just going to have to wait for one of the two men to get to their feet. As it turns out, Axel is the first to his feet, even with his incredible bleeding from the forehead. Axel stands up, blood dripping from his face, and he puts his hand up to his forehead to see just how much blood is there. He sees the blood, and is almost posessed by it, yelling out to the crowd and striking the crucifix pose! CWM sees this, and charges at Axel, but The Dark One blocks any attempt by CWM and gets his second wind, connecting with hard rights, and stinging boots to the midsection. Axel grabs CWM's left hand and whips the founding member towards him, before connecting with a LARIATOOOOOOOO!!! COLE LARIATOOOOOOOO~! COACH Trademark Pro Wrestling NOAH and Kenta Kobashi. Axel goes INSANE with rage and adrenaline in the ring, grabbing the chair and throwing it down in front of him, before locking ina front face lock, and signalling for a brainbuster! COLE Oh NO! Axel lifts CWM high above the ring... ...AND HITS A BRAINBUSTER ON THE CHAIR! "YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" COACH What a move! CWM's head was driven into the steel chair! COLE Wait a minute! Just as Axel completes the move, Dan Black appears at the entrance ramp, and runs to ringside. Luckily Axel spots him, and delivers a right hand as soon as The Iceheart hops on the ring apron, sending him back outside. Axel then grabs a steel chair and swings it in Dan's general direction, causing Black to step back up the entrance ramp. Axel turns around, steel chair in hand... and goes face to face with Tony Brannigan, who has the title belt in his hand! COLE Oh my! The two Great Angle Bash opponents face to face! What's going to happen? Axel bashes the steel chair on the ground, inviting Tony to fight him, but Tony does not oblige, instead stepping out of the ring and joining Dan Black on the entrance ramp. Axel throws the steel chair down and sees an incoming CWM, connecting with a boot to the midsection and grabbing him in a tombstone position! Axel points at Tony, and then at CWM, as if to say 'this will be YOU!' COLE NO! DON'T DO IT! YOU'LL BREAK HIS DAMN NECK! ...DARK ROYALTY ON THE CHAIR! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHH! *DING DING DING* "Death Blooms" begins to blare over the loudspeakers as Axel addresses Black T who are standing on the ramp, more specifically Tony Brannigan, telling him that this will be him come The Great Angle Bash! COLE What could happen at the Great Angle Bash in ten days! What a night! What a HeldDown! Good night, everybody! FADE TO BLACK Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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