KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 21, 2005 The following is a presentation of the OAOAST The show opens tonight with a graphic that reads *LAST WEEK ON HeldDOWN~!* Flash back to the Mall of America and Zack Malibu walking to the ring. ZACK MALIBU I'm out here tonight for a reason, and I'm going to be honest with you people......Recently I've come under fire by a group of talent back there that you're all familiar with........Actually, it's selfish of me to say that, because it seems they have a grudge against this whole company.....For a group of guys that have stated they're doing this to prove themselves, guys, the only thing you're proving is that you're chickenshits! The crowd roars as Zack nods his head. ZACK (CONT'D) They've made up this reasons in their heads that allow them to focus their aggressions on us, and if you're gonna keep coming, then I don't know about the others, but I'm going to come back at you tenfold, head on! If you want respect in this company, you need to earn your stripes......Do you know why I'm respected, heralded as the Golden Boy, as The Franchise...... It's because I never made an excuse for what I did, I just went out and did it...... if anyone...if ANYONE has made sure this company stood tall and never crumbled, never showed any cracks in its foundation, it is ME, and I am damn sure not going to sit back and watch you try to take this company, a house that was built on the blood spilt by myself, by CWM, by Caboose, by Anglesault himself, and bring it crashing to the ground! Just Close Your Eyes hits and we see Drek Stone walking to the ring DREK STONE You talk about earning respect? I'm a former World Heavyweight Champion, I should already HAVE your respect, as well as the respect of each and every one of these god damned people that are sitting on their asses in this arena and at their houses....... That the foundation of the OAOAST was built on the blood of you and your peers, well you know what? I spit on that foundation and I'll spill the blood of every single one of you, YOU ESPECIALLY, because it makes me sick.....You want to talk about your legacies? YOUR LEGACIES WILL NOT UNDERMINE MY ACCOMPLISHMENTS!......What about Sly Sommers, Zack? The minute he says something derogatory about the great Zack Malibu, you get him canned like Chicken of the Sea! Northstar? The minute he catches on, the minute he has a chance to be "there", to be at your level, you wrap a chair around his throat and ship him off, never to be seen again.....YOU COULDN'T HANDLE THE FACT THAT SOMEONE, SOMEDAY, MIGHT PROVE THEMSELF TO BE BETTER THAN YOU!..... ZACK MALIBU I will not let this company crumble, because this company has given me a home, they have given me respect, and they have given me a life that I wouldn't trade in for anything......I will NOT LET SOME PUNK TRYING TO MAKE A QUICK NAME FOR HIMSELF TELL ME THAT WHAT I'M DOING IS WRONG!.....If YOU want to make a name, Drek, let's see YOU earn it. You've got my attention these days, but I ask you, face to face, man to man... Zack gets in close MALIBU ...what are YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT? *Slap* The slap Zack gives Drek is repeated three times, with a gunshot-like sound effect added in. MALIBU THAT is what you've earned from me, Drek Stone.....You talk about breaking the barriers, you talk about some revolution, what does it all mean if you don't respect the legacy of this company?.....If you are what you say you are, if you think that you can do what you've promised for weeks now, then I want to see it......I want you to drop that mic, I'll drop mine, and I want to see you take me out! The staredown commences. DREK You know what, Malibu? Your time is coming...but it's not now. Drek walks to the back in slow motion. We fade out on a closeup of Zack in the ring watching him go. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 21, 2005 OAOAST HeldDOWN~! La La plays over the opening video and we cut to the sold out Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Michigan. CUE THE FIREWORKS! We sweep over the crowd, focusing in on signs such as four fans holding large black letters that spell "H-O-F-F" and next to them, four fans with red letters that spell "A-X-E-L." More crane shots (hey, those things are expensive, so we might as well get the most out of it) send us over to Sofa Central and TRIPLE CEE!! COLE We are just over a week away from License to Pin and the OAOAST brings you HeldDOWN live from Deee-troit, Michigan. I'm Michael Cole along with Caboose and Jonathan Coachman, whose eyesight seems to have returned to normal. COACH Great, something ELSE to make me a running gag around here. CABOOSE What isn't a gag is what we witnessed last week with Zack Malibu and Drek Stone. I know Zack and he meant every single word he said about not letting Stone destroy the great tradition of this company. This situation is getting more tense by the week. COLE We've got a big show again for you tonight, TWO title matches have been signed as Bohemoth defends his HI-YAH Heavyweight title against the Silky Smooth One, Leon Rodez and Peter Knight has his first defense of the X-Title against Christian Wright. COACH And don't forget, Axel is back in da house! We should hear from him as well. *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM~!* "YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! COLE But we're going to kick it off with the #1 contender for the OAOAST title! "Black" hits the arena loudspeakers and Hoff steps onto the stage! Wearing his signature "H" t-shirt and jeans, the big man throws a fist into the air, then heads down the aisle with a serious expression, not stopping to slap any hands or point out any cool signs. COLE And I hate to be cliche....but LISTEN TO THIS OVATION!! The Michigan faithful are on their feet, cheering for the superstar powerhouse as he slides into the ring under the bottom rope. The "HOFF" chant is already in full effect as he pops to his feet, climbing the near corner ropes and throwing his arm high into the air, letting out a roar as flashbulbs spark across the arena. Hoff steps off the ropes, and the fans quiet down as he takes a house mic. HOFF Welcome. "TO THE FUTURE!!!" the fans scream in unison, before giving Hoff a renewed cheer. CABOOSE I'm so glad he's out of the booth. COACH I knew you missed me! CABOOSE Yeah, right. Hoff's expression remains stern as he raises the mic. HOFF So last week, as we eminated LIVE from my hometown, I got to take a good look at the action. The rest of this company was on display, and I had front-row seats. And you know what? I was damn impressed. The crowd lets out a cheer for all of its OAOAST superstars, appreciating their talents. HOFF Oh, yeah. I saw two guys kill each other, brawling across the entire damn mall. I saw two men I hate take the fight to a couple of young kids, and I saw the kids rise to the occassion. COLE Hoff obviously talking about the Skater Boiz... HOFF I saw a man that I have gained a tremendous amount of respect for drop Drek Stone on his ass and pin him to the mat, one-two-three, and I smiled, and I cheered just as loud as anybody. "LE-ON! LE-ON! LE-ON! LE-ON!" HOFF I saw a company that I am proud to be a part of, and a group of men -- and women -- that I will be honored to represent. CABOOSE Aww, please. Cut this out. The fans rise, giving Hoff, and moreover, the entire roster, a standing ovation. HOFF Absolutely, guys. Give them a hand, they deserve it. "O-A-O-A-S-T! *clap* *clap*" "O-A-O-A-S-T! *clap* *clap*" "O-A-O-A-S-T! *clap* *clap*" "O-A-O-A-S-T! *clap* *clap*" COLE This is a hell of a moment, guys. COACH Holla, playa. Hoff nods, smiling, before he continues. HOFF But that's why I'm out here. You see, last week, as I was watching from ringside, there was one guy I didn't see. The guy who's supposed to be the embodiment of this company. The World Heavyweight Champion. AXEL. Axel's name draws a good-sized cheer from the crowd. COACH Hey, that's right, Axel wasn't at the show last week! CABOOSE Was he with you getting your nails done? COACH No! And--HEY!! HOFF Oh yeah, Axel. See, I was waiting for you all night. Waiting to see you in the ring. I wanted to get one more up close and personal look at the man I'd be facing August 28th at Angleslam. But, Axel was nowhere to be found. COLE Hoff sounds like he's taking this a little personally! CABOOSE He probably missed having a lame friend to pal around with the next day. He needed a shopping buddy! HAW! HOFF Now Axel...as far as I'm concerned, you've been a great champion. You've taken on all comers, and even though you hit some problems, you rose up and overcame each and every one, and you earned my respect, pal. You can believe that. But Axel, the fact is, you're not the man anymore. Your torch is about to be passed, whether you like it or not. And my torch is about to be lit. You're looking at the new standard bearer in the OAOAST. "YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" HOFF But it's like a true legend once said: to be the man.....you gotta beat the man. "WOOOOOOOOOO!" HOFF So it goes like this. If Axel's not going to be around to be your champion, then I will. And I may not have a shiny gold belt, but I've got a ticket to the biggest dance of all time. The dream shot...the thing I've been bustng my ass to get. My shot. My pass to Angleslam. My #1 contendership. COLE Is Hoff saying what I think he is? HOFF And startng TONIGHT, in this very ring, I will defend that title shot against any and all comers. I will take my right to face the World Champion and lay it on the line, against anyone who thinks they have what it takes, because after all I've gone through to get this shot....the blood, the sweat, and the tears...I know that there is no one, no one, that can take it from me. COLE He is! Hoff's gonna defend the #1 contendership, just like it was the World Title! The fans roar in approval...when suddenly, the lights go down!! COLE What the hell! A familiar bat hits the arena... dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun AWW, AWW, AWWWWW!! "SEXY BOY" hits and the fans mark out for the arrival of SOME GUY!! COLE WHOA!! Some Guy smiles at Hoff from the top of the ramp before walking down the aisle. In good spirits, the veteran fan-favorite takes off his Red Sox cap and tosses it into the crowd before hitting the ring, stepping through the ropes and spinning around as Hoff watches on with more than a mild curiosity. Some Guy comes out of his spin, doing the stretch and posing with his fist in the air. COLE Is Some Guy out here to take Hoff up on his offer? CABOOSE I doubt they're going to sit down and have a roundtable discussion, Michael. Some Guy steps forward and looks at Hoff as the lights go up. The crowd is buzzing as Hoff takes a step forward as well, raising his jaw and looking down at Some Guy. COLE These two teamed up a few weeks ago to take on Drek Stone and the GPX, but I don't think I've ever seen them face to face before. CABOOSE Well, cherish these moments, Cole. The two men stare each other down, both trying to get a read on the other. After a few intense moments, SG holds out his hand, and Hoff hands him the microphone. With a slight smile, Some Guy holds it to his lips... SOME GUY So it looks like the Hoff-stepper is steppin' up. The fans cheer as Hoff, arms folded across his chest, nods. SG nods back, still smiling. SOME GUY Well I gotta respect that. But Hoff, if you're looking for an opponent, look no further. Hoff strokes his goatee, raising his eyebrows as the fans cheer. CABOOSE WHAT?! This clown didn't even win last week! COLE He may not have beat Alfdogg, but he put on one hell of a show! SOME GUY Y'see, Hoff...while I respect you, and while I trust that you're not in cahoots with the big bad Stone, it seems to me that you're awfully young. Not that that's a bad thing-- the S-G isn't an old man himself-- but the fact is, you've climbed that mountain pretty high, pretty fast. Hoff shrugs, looking a little put-off by the remark. SOME GUY Now don't get me wrong, big man-- you've earned it. And you might be the hottest new star to come into this company in a long, long time. But as much as you deserve it, I think that I just might deserve it as well. You see, even before you got here, I've been breaking my neck and busting my ass for this company. I've been in match after match, and I've been in the ring with all of 'em. Anglesault...CWM...Zack Malibu. Even you Caboose. SG points at Caboose, drawing a cheer from the fans. CABOOSE Ah, bugger off, ya wanker. SOME GUY And through it all, in my career, I can count the title shots I've had on one hand. See, why Zack Malibu was the franchise and the savior, Some Guy was a supporting player. But I'm back, baby, and I think these fans agree that there ain't many cats like me out there. "YEEEEEAAAAHHHH!!!!!!" SOME GUY So whaddya say, big man? How about you and me lock up and I get my shot at the big dance? Hoff and Some Guy, in this ring, TO-NIGHT?! The fans let out a MASSIVE cheer! Hoff smiles, chuckling to himself, before he takes the mic back... HOFF You know, if you wanted a match, you could have just ASKED... COLE IS HE SAYING WHAT I THINK HE IS? CABOOSE God, SHUT UP!! Hoff nods with approval. HOFF Well you want it, Some Guy, then you got it! You get your shot at MY shot, right here, tonight! But Some Guy, remember one thing. When it's all over, and the dust has settled, and the smoke has cleared. You will know....that the future "FUTURE!!".....has "HAS!!" ................"ARRIVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "YEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!" HOFF Arrived. "Black" hits to a monstrous pop, and Some Guy spares one last glance at the #1 contender before stepping through the ropes and hopping onto the floor. Hoff looks down at him before turning to the fans, climbing the near corner and throwing his fist into the air. COLE Well WHAT AN ANNOUNCEMENT! Tonight, in this very ring, it's going to be Hoff, one-on-one, against SOME GUY for the number one contendership and a title shot at Angleslam! CABOOSE I hope, for his sake, Hoff knows what he's doing. COACH It's gonna be a hot one, playas! We shift to the locker room area and find Zack Malibu sitting on a bench in front of his locker taping up his wrists. A collective cheer comes up from the Joe Louis crowd, though there are a few noticeable boos from Drek supporters. His head comes up as he hears a knock on the door. MALIBU Yeah? Zack stands as the door swings open and Peter Knight walks into the frame, causing more cheers to rise from the crowd. Zack looks a bit surprised as he slaps hands with the X-Champion MALIBU Hey, what’s up? This is a bit of a surprise. KNIGHT Yeah, I know, I’m not the most sociable guy in the locker room, but I just wanted to talk to you for a minute. ZACK Yeah? Shoot. KNIGHT It’s about what you and Drek Stone were talking about last week, about legacies and traditions and all that. Ever since I returned, I’ve had to listen to that guy week in and week out whine about how you and the rest of the “old timers” are keeping him back. Well, that’s just complete bullshit! He’s BEEN champion, he’s BEEN on top. The only thing “keeping him back” is the fact that he’s a smug, arrogant jackass! The crowd cheers, with more boos from the Drek Squad. KNIGHT (CONT’D) Drek talked about how you stacked HeldDOWN with stars while letting IntenseZone fall apart? When I was tag champs with Parka, we tried to stay away from IZ as much as possible because that show had absolutely nothing going for it, but that wasn’t YOUR fault. IntenseZone failed because THEY let it fail. You play the hand that’s dealt to you; you don’t bitch to the dealer. Crystal, Drek, GPX, all they’re DOING is bitching now and not stepping to the plate and backing it up. You know why Drek didn’t throw down when you wanted him to last week? He’s scared. I saw this kinda thing plenty of times in the cage: a young kid runs his mouth, saying he can whoop the ass of anyone alive, but when someone calls him on it, he gets scared, afraid that HIS ass will be the one that’s kicked in. You saw the look he had on his face when I made him think I was tagging with Rodez, right? That’s the same look he had when you slapped the taste out of his mouth. Now, Drek’s not stupid; he knows that to get his plan going, he’s gotta make more people buy his line of bullshit and he has, but when it all comes to a head (he puts his hand out), I’m backing the tradition. Zack nods thoughtfully. A smirk comes across his face as he takes the offered hand. MALIBU I appreciate that, really. KNIGHT And then, maybe I can do what I've wanted to do for 2 years: see what I can do against the Franchise of the OaOast. Both chuckle. MALIBU We'll see. Good luck defending that tonight....champ. They slap hands again and PK leaves, the camera staying on Zack, who is still nodding. COLE An emphatic statement from our X-Champion, who is solidly in the Originals camp. That might be a HUGE addition to their ranks. We’ll be back right after this. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 21, 2005 *DING DING DING* BUFFER Llladies and gentlemen, the following match, scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit, is for the OAOAST X-Division Championship of the World!! CUE: Creep The Radiohead hit begins as the arena lights go down and a single spotlight illuminates the entrance. The boos come down in buckets as Christian Wright walks through the curtain, the HI-YAH Heavyweight champ Bohemoth by his side. He waits for the first “but I’m a creep” and pulls the hood of his robe down, throwing his hands to the side and looking up, almost drinking in the hatred of the crowd. BUFFER Introducing first; being accompanied to the ring by the HI-YAH Heavyweight champion Bohemoth, he is from Raleigh, North Carolina weighing in at 233 pounds...Christiaaaaaaaaaaan Wriiiiiiiiight!!! COLE We haven’t seen much of Wright in the ring lately, but that doesn’t mean he’s been quiet. He went to Japan to watch his man Bohemoth win the HI-YAH championship and brought in Serena Blackmore for our women’s division to help with this inane “crusade” Wright seems to be on in the OaOast. COACH But Serena’s cute and dangerous, and the Coach likes that. CUE: Oh Hell Yeah “YEAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” The crowd goes NUTSBONKERSCUCKOO!!! as Peter Knight walks out, the X-Title belt strapped around his waist. BUFFER And his opponent. He is from Fall River, Massachusetts, weighing in at 265 pounds, the reigning X-Division champion of the WOOOORRRLD...Peterrrrrrrrrrr Kniiiiiiiiiight!!! COACH Hey, that rhymes. Wright-Knight Knight-Wright. CABOOSE I got a rhyme as well: I hate you. Knight slides into the ring and unstraps the belt, raising it into the air as the flashbulbs go off. COLE These two men have been the subject of some rumors going around regarding the X-Title and a “big match” at License to Pin next Sunday, so we’ll look into that and hopefully have an announcement by next week’s show. PK surrenders the belt to referee Earl Hebner, who shows it to Wright before lifting it into the air, turning to all four sides of the ring and handing it off to Buffer while Bohemoth and Wright whisper to each other. Hebner orders Bo to the floor and he complies, slapping Wright on the shoulder in a “good luck” gesture. *DING DING* Knight and Wright forgo circling each other and just lock up right off. Knight gets the upper hand and backs Wright into the corner, cleanly breaking at three. Bohemoth shouts encouragement as Knight waves Wright on. Another lockup, and Wright grabs a side headlock but Knight backs him into the ropes and shoots him off. He tries a clothesline, which is ducked by Wright and he bounces off the opposite strands, looking for a clothesline himself, but Knight surprises him by grasping Wright and taking him down with a release overhead belly to belly. Wright slaps the mat in frustration as Knight smiles at him, waving him on again. Wright slides out of the ring for a breather. COLE Ever since he’s won the X-Title, we have seen a VERY focused and confident Knight. He truly wants to show what he’s got as a champion. CABOOSE Confident? Try cocky. He’s finally got gold and it’s gone to his head. Hebner begins his count, but Wright ignores him to have a powwow with Bohemoth. The camera tries to get close, but Bo shoves it away. COACH KENNY ROGERS’D!! Hebner gets to five and leans through the ropes to order Wright back in. Wright gets another slap on the shoulder from Bohemoth and climbs back into the ring, trading words with Hebner as he steps through the ropes. They lockup once more and this time Wright takes control, backing Knight into the corner. 1...2...3...4...5...Wright won’t break, so Hebner has to intervene and force the two apart. He backs Wright away and gives him a warning, but that’s just what Wright wants. Knight goes to walk out of the corner, but Bohemoth grabs his right ankle, causing PK to trip to the mat. Knight scrambles to his feet and looks out towards Bo, which draws Hebner over to break it up. COLE Oh come on. Why the hell is that guy out here anyway? CABOOSE You REALLY must be seeing things Michael. All I saw was a damn klutz tripping over himself. Knight pleads his case to Earl, but Earl points at his own eyes, telling PK that he has to see it himself. They lockup once more and PK grabs a headlock. Wright pushes him towards the corner and follows up, but Knight meets him with a foot to the face, followed by a clothesline. He drops down for a cover. 1... But Wright kicks out. Knight drags him up by the hair and hooks in a front facelock, grabbing a hold of Wright’s cargo pants and *WHAM* taking him over with a snap suplex before slapping on a rear chinlock to try and weaken him, keeping an eye on Bohemoth as he does so. Bo just puts his arms out and says “What’re you looking at?” COLE Peter Knight trying to wear Wright down a bit in this X-Title match. COACH Speaking of the X-Title, Leon Rodez is a former champion and hasn’t been on good terms with Wright for the last month or so. The “no-contact” agreement in place that prevents them from physically assaulting each other or both men will be gone for the year. Knight releases the hold and goes for another cover. 1... 2... But Wright kicks out once more. Knight drags him up again, but Wright grabs him and hits an inverted atomic drop to take control once again. He sends PK off the ropes and meets him with a jumping leg lariat, going for a cover himself. 1... 2... But Knight kicks out. Wright shoves him into the corner, measures him and fires off the chops. *SLAP* “WHOOOOO!” *SLAP* “WHOOOOO!” *SLAP* “WHOOOOO!” But Knight grabs Wright and switches positions, firing off some chops of his own. *SLAP* “WHOOOOO!” *SLAP* “WHOOOOO!” *SLAP* “WHOOOOO!” Knight goes to whip him into the opposite corner, but Wright reverses and sends PK crashing into it. He charges after him, going for a Stinger splash, but PK gets out of the way and Wright hits the turnbuckles. PK goes to capitalize...but gets tripped AGAIN by Bohemoth out of Hebner’s view. COLE Dammit, this is a handicap match! PK quickly gets to his feet and leans through the ropes, trying to grab at Bo, which draws over Hebner again. This time, Wright takes advantage, charging and taking PK’s left knee out with a chop block, sending him collapsing to the mat in a heap. Wright immediately hones in on the knee, stomping it, kicking it and grabbing Knight’s foot and trying to yank it out of the socket. He drapes PK’s foot on the bottom rope, grabs the top rope, leaps, and drives his weight down onto it before stepping on it and using the ropes once more for leverage. Hebner counts again, and again has to pull Wright off and back him away, which allows Bohemoth to grab the left leg and ram it into the apron once...twice...three times before quickly backing off as Hebner turns back. COLE These two are blatantly taking advantage of the leniency referees give in title matches. Wright KNOWS he has less of a chance of being disqualified in this situation. CABOOSE Then how about the referees actually, you know, DOING THEIR JOBS? Wright drags Knight, hopping on one foot, up by the hair and grabs the bad leg, delivering a few shots to the knee before wrenching it and sending PK back to the mat with a dragon whip. He goes for a cover. 1... 2... Kickout. COLE As we’ve seen the last few months, Peter Knight is not one to give up easily. He’s going to fight through this pain and find his opening. COACH That’s fine. Christian Wright will just keep trying to cripple him. No skin off his back. Wright drives his own knee into Knight’s left one and holds it there, pulling back on the foot to cause more agony. He drags PK up again just so he has to hobble on the injured leg, delivering a kick to it to send him down again. Wright laughs as the crowd rains down the boos. He drags Knight up again to bully him some more, but PK meets him with a shot to the gut. “Yeahhhhhhh!” Wright retaliates with a forearm to the back, but Knight fires off another shot. Wright forearms him again and yanks him by the hair, but PK slaps his hands away and *SMACK* fires off a right to the jaw. “YEAHHHHH!!” *SMACK* and another. *SMACK* and another. Knight starts to feel it and, on one leg, punches Wright against the ropes. He shoots him off and charges, but Wright leapfrogs him and Bohemoth gets a sucker shot to the knee of Knight, bringing him down once again. Wright pounces, dragging Knight to the middle of the ring and holding his leg, yelling to the crowd “THAT’S IT” before spinning around the leg. COACH Figure four! That might do it here! Wright slaps the hold on right in the middle of the ring and the crowd rises as one. CABOOSE I don't know how long Knight can last here. Wright puts as much pressure as he can on the knee and Knight screams in pain at the agonizing hold. Hebner is right on top of things, ready to call for the bell at a submission but he doesn't notice Wright reaching his hands back and Bohemoth grabbing them, giving Wright more leverage. "BOOOOOOOO!" CABOOSE There you go! They break before Hebner can notice, but a few moments later they're back at it. Knight cries out in pain again. “BOOOOOOOO......YEAHHHHH!!” Suddenly the crowd notices a figure sprinting down the aisle. COLE WAIT A MINUTE!!! Leon Rodez!! Bohemoth, his back to the aisle, has no idea where the cheers are coming from until he feels Rodez jump on him, peppering him with fists. The Silky Smooth One pulls him to the ground as Hebner takes his attention away from checking for a submission to trying to break up the fight, waving for more help. CABOOSE They’re going at it in a little while. Couldn’t he just wait? COLE Rodez was sick of Bohemoth interjecting himself in this match and decided to do something about it. Meanwhile, Wright notices Rodez beating on his bodyguard and releases the hold. He starts to step out to the apron after him, but suddenly remembers the agreement. Rodez grabs Bohemoth by his pants and tank top and sends him crashing into the barrier before turning his attention to Wright and demanding him come down and get it on. CABOOSE Remember, these two can’t go at it or they’re suspended. Rodez is going to stupidly throw his career away just like that! More officials rush down to separate Bohemoth and Rodez while also keeping Rodez from Wright. Christian continues to trade words with Rodez and pays no attention to his opponent in the ring, who is now stirring. Knight slowly gets to his feet and stumbles over to Wright, rolling him up into a pin. The fans at ringside frantically gesture for Hebner to get back in and he does, getting in position for the count. 1... 2... But the delay is enough for Wright to get over the surprise and kick out. Both men get to their feet and Knight tries a punch, but Wright ducks it, quickly shifts his weight and *SMACK* pops Knight in the jaw with a superkick. On the outside, Bohemoth has recovered and lunges for Rodez, the mass of officials unable to control the situation. Wright steps out to the apron, looking skyward and taking a deep breath. He scales the corner and the crowd stands once again. CABOOSE Wright’s going for the Holy Grail. Knight’s reign might be one and done right now! Wright hesitates on top, looking down at the fracas at ringside and yelling insults at Rodez, telling him “Watch this, you deviant!” and leaps..... *WHAM* “YEAHHHHHHHH!!!” COLE Nobody home!!! Wright grabs his ribs in pain as Knight uses the ropes to drag himself to his feet. He waves for Wright to get up and when he does, Knight scoops him up in a fireman’s carry! CABOOSE Dammit, I hate this. Knight starts to turn him, but the pain in his knee is too great and it buckles sightly, causing PK to drop Wright and hobble to his feet. Wright sees the opening and shoots himself off the rope....but PK sees him coming and, hopping on one leg, scoops him up in the fireman's carry again and...... *WHAM* Hits the Knightmare! “YEAHHHHHHH!!!!” COLE He hit the Knightmare ON ONE LEG!!! Knight grits his teeth, dragging his battered leg with him over to the fallen Wright and making the cover. ONNNNNNNNNNNE TWOOOOOOOOOO THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!! “YEAHHHHHHHHH” *DING DING* COLE And Knight retains!! Another tough fight where PK ends up with the victory. BUFFER Llllladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, STILL the OAOAST X-Division Champion of the WOOOOOOOORLD, Peterrrrrrrrrrr Kniiiiiiiight!!!! Knight leans against the ropes to put the weight off his leg and accepts his belt. Bohemoth checks on Wright as Rodez stares at the scene, a look of contentment on his face. CABOOSE Look at him, so proud of himself that he RUINED a good match. He just pissed off a very big man, so I don’t like his chances later tonight. COLE We’re going to take a break to get everything calmed down, but don’t go anywhere. More great action coming up, tonight on HeldDOWN~! Commercial break. Buy the DVD of School's Out, with special footage of EMTs picking glass out of Chris Stevens' ass! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 21, 2005 "Axelay Kick My Axe OC Remix” by Midee starts playing, causing the crowd to pop. Sky blue lights around the arena turn on and off with the beat of the drums. The entrance doors slide open, and Otaku II steps out, with the crowd popping louder than usual; most likely because of what happened last week. Otaku II powerwalks to the ring, a look of anger on his face. COLE And there is Otaku II. You have to feel sorry for the guy after what happened last week. CABOOSE No, you don’t. COACH The Lightning Crew brutally attacked Otaku’s wife Ayane Mitsui, and forced Otaku to watch it all. How can you not feel sorry for him? CABOOSE Because this is wrestling. It’s a cold hearted business. What happened last week is just an example of the type of crap a person goes through daily in professional wrestling! Otaku enters the ring, and demands a microphone. He looks at the crowd, fuming. “Axelay Kick My Axe OC Remix” dies down. The crowd cheers Otaku II. COLE This crowd letting Otaku know that they support him. CABOOSE Wankers. Otaku II puts the microphone to his lips, and begins to speak. OTAKU II PRL, last week, you did the most heinous thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life! How DARE YOU attack my wife? You are the most disgusting human being I’ve ever laid eyes on. Now, you will pay for what you did. PRL, come to the ring RIGHT NOW to get what you deserve! COLE Otaku II is calling out Tha Puerto Rican! CABOOSE He’s making a big mistake. He has no idea what he’s getting himself into. Didn’t he see The Great Angle Bash? OTAKU II I will not wait here all night. I am challenging you to a match! So get out here right now, and fight me! COACH Otaku is certainly confident. CABOOSE Yeah, that’s why it’ll be even sweeter when Tha Puerto Rican destroys him. Otaku II paces around the ring, with the crowd buzzing. He looks to the entrance, hoping that PRL shows up. He waits a minute, but PRL still doesn’t come out. COLE Where is PRL? He should show up by now. COACH Maybe he’s afraid of Otaku! CABOOSE HA! Don’t make me laugh! HA! OTAKU II PRL! COME OUT NOW! Otaku II waits for a few seconds. Still no sign of the 24/7 Champion. “LIGHTNING CREW!” “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Boyds starts playing. The crowd stands up and boos loudly, hoping that PRL arrives. The entrance doors slide open, and through the smoke and fog comes…THOMAS RODRIGUEZ. COLE Thomas Rodriguez? What the hell is he doing out here? COACH No clue, Cole. Thomas slowly walks down the entrance ramp, shaking nervously. The crowd boos louder, disappointed that PRL didn’t show up. Otaku II is also disappointed. Thomas has a look of fear on his face, looking as if he doesn’t want to enter the ring. COLE That coward doesn’t like coming to the ring at all, unless it’s to screw one of PRL’s opponents. Thomas enters the ring with a mic in his hand. He wipes the sweat off his forehead, and stands face-to-face with the angry Otaku II. “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Boyds dies down. COLE I wonder where PRL is? CABOOSE Don’t worry. Thomas will let us know now. COACH Why would PRL send Thomas out here and not someone like Cuban Wall or Mr. Boricua? THOMAS RODRIGUEZ (stuttering) P—PRL has a m-m-message for you. OTAKU II Where’s the message? THOMAS You have to l-loo-look at the AngleTron. Roll the f—f—footage. COLE Thomas is afraid Otaku is going to hurt him. CABOOSE That’s just a charade. Thomas Rodriguez is a lean, mean fighting machine! Otaku II turns his attention to the AngleTron. On it, “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican appears. PRL Hi, Otaku! How are ya? The crowd boos loudly. PRL is on a beach with Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez. PRL is wearing a gold chain, a Hawaiian shirt (a $500 Hawaiian shirt of course), a $500 Rolex watch, Ray-Ban sunglasses (also $500), Khaki shorts (which costs $25.00), and flip flops ($5.00). Lindsay is looking ravishing, wearing a red bikini, along with a yellow sarong with flip flops. PRL has his left arm over Lindsay’s shoulders, and is holding the OAOAST 24/7 Championship belt with his right arm. PRL Sorry I couldn’t be there today. I’ve taken a little vacation in my second home, Miami. I’m sending you this message from BEAUTIFUL Miami Beach, where I am getting a tan, and having some fun. I’m so glad I’m here rather than be in a depressing place like say…Detroit, Michigan! The crowd boos PRL for that attempt at cheap heat. PRL Now, I’m sure you are wondering just why I attacked your wife last week at the Mall Of America. You see, it’s real simple. Lindsay is my girlfriend. My baby girl. My boo. I’ll do anything to protect her. Therefore, if someone is fighting my Lindsay, well, then they are fighting me! And it just so happens that your wife, Ayanica or whatever her name is, is involve in a feud with Lindsay. So, as you can see, I had no choice but to get involve, and I did it the best way how: by kicking her ass! The crowd boos. Otaku is getting angrier by the second. COLE PRL has no regret over what he did. CABOOSE Why should he? PRL It’s common sense! You fight Lindsay, you fight Tha Puerto Rican! Now, I’m sure you’re pissed off, and I’m sure you want to have a match with me. Otaku mouths “That’s right,” PRL And I’m sure you want my PRESTIGIOUS 24/7 Title on the line. Am I right? Otaku nods. PRL Well, sorry to break it to you, Otaku, but, you will NOT be receiving a shot at my 24/7 Title! In fact, you won’t fight me one-on-one at ALL! CABOOSE Ha! HA! There you go PRL! Show him whose boss! COLE I don’t believe it. PRL and Lindsay laugh. PRL removes his Ray-Bans and looks straight into the camera. PRL But I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do. I know you want to fight me, and I’m sure you would like to fight Lindsay too. So, how about this. In 2 weeks, the OAOAST is going to have their annual July pay-per-view, License To Pin. At LTP, let’s have…a tag team match. An Intergender Tag Team Match, that is. You and Ayaki Mitusl vs. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez and YOUR CORPORATE 24/7 CHAMPION, THA PUERTO RICAN! COLE Why, that sounds like a good idea. COACH I agree. PRL And, just to give you more motivation: If you win, and that’s a big IF, but IF you beat me and Lindsay, then maybe, MAYBE, I’ll give you a shot at the 24/7 Title. How’s that sound? Just let Thomas know, and he’ll relay your answer to me. So, that’s all I got to say. Uh, Lindsay, you have anything you would like to say to Otaku and Ayane? MS. LINDSAY GONZALEZ Yeah. Otaku, Ayane, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. PRL, the GREATEST 24/7 Champion of all time, and me, the Latina Bitch, are going to lay the smackdown on the both of you! Yo, if I were you, I wouldn’t accept this match, because, me and PRL, we’re a great team, inside of the ring, and outside of the ring. You should just bow down to us, because me and PRL, we’re the king and queen of the OAOAST! PRL Oh yeah. So, just let Thomas know. I look forward to your response. I gotta go now, but I’m sure we’ll meet again. PRL & LINDSAY THE CHAMP HAS SPO-KUN~!!! PRL and Lindsay kiss, and then smirk at the camera. The message ends. Thomas Rodriguez gulps, and turns around. Otaku II is still fuming. THOMAS RODRIGUEZ So, uh, what’s your answer? Otaku II looks at Thomas…and then kicks him in the gut! He puts Thomas between his legs, and lifts him up! BUBBLEGUM CLASH (Styles Clash)! COLE Otaku just hit Thomas with his finishing move! Otaku II then rolls up, grabs Thomas’ legs…and applies the Sharpshooter on him! Thomas quickly taps! COACH I bet this is exactly what Otaku II wants to do to Tha Puerto Rican and Lindsay! Otaku II still holds onto the Sharpshooter, even after Thomas taps out. Thomas screams like a little girl. Otaku finally lets go of the hold, and grabs a microphone. The crowd is going crazy. Otaku II stands over Thomas, lifting him by his shirt. OTAKU II Tell your boss, I’ll see him…at LICENSE TO PIN! COLE All right! We’re going to have an Intergender Match at License To Pin! Otaku and Ayane vs. Tha Puerto Rican and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez! Otaku II drops Thomas, and looks at the crowd. “Axelay Kick My Axe OC Remix” by Midee starts playing. Thomas lies in the ring in a fetal position, shaking. Otaku II plays to the crowd. COACH We have another match signed for License To Pin! An Intergender Tag Team Match! Otaku II is looking for revenge after what The Lightning Crew did to Ayane last week, and he will get that chance 2 weeks from now, when he faces PRL and Lindsay! COLE You have to wonder if Ayane will be up for the challenge. Will she be at 100% by License To Pin? CABOOSE I doubt it. Inferior athletes usually take longer to recover. COLE And I suppose PRL and Lindsay are superior to Otaku and Ayane? CABOOSE You’re damn skippy…I will never say that again. I’m sorry. COLE Anyway, “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez will take on Otaku II and Ayane Mitsui in an Intergender Tag Team Match at License To Pin, Sunday July 31st! COACH Another exciting match added to License To Pin! I can’t wait! Josh Matthews, de facto OAOAST backstage interview announcer, is standing outside the Lightning Crew locker-room door. A black LC in jagged fonts adorn the oaken wood. JOSH MATTHEWS Fans, I'm standing outside the Lightning Crew locker-room for a request that hasn't been made for quite some time. Several months ago, Stephen Joseph stepped down as an active wrestler, citing irreconciable differences with OAOAST Creative, Corporate, and in particular, one Zack Malibu (fans pop). Since then, he has been managing and guiding the career of our current 24/7 Champion, Tha Puerto Rican. With the OAOAST going through a very tumultous time, it seems that even Stephen Joseph has to get back into the action. On Tuesday, July 12th, Stephen Joseph Popick reactivated his wrestling contract, a power he gave himself when he was an OAOAST commissioner and IntenseZone producer back in 2003. We'll find out very shortly just what this OAOAST veteran has to say about the brewing storms between GPX and Zack Malibu, Some Guy, CWM, and the rest of the Originals. Fans, we haven't heard Stephen Joseph speak his mind on anything other than Tha Puerto Rican for months! ::Josh Matthews knocks on the Lightning Crew door. The CUBAN WALL opens the door, and the camera shows an empty chair, a desk, and another chair occupied by a 2-time former OAOAST World Tag Team Champion, Cruiserweight Champion, United States Television Champion ... Stephen Joseph.:: ::Stephen Joseph smirks from his desk and becons Josh w/cameradude into the Lightning Crew lockerroom:: Stephen Joseph Josh my boy. Won't you come in? Don't mind Cuban Wall sitting over there, he's just here to make sure you stick to the matters at hand. You know, no personal questions or anything there. You wouldn't want your adoring fans to find out about your "backalley" transgressions now would you? Josh Matthews. Umm... ::motions cautiously to the CameraDude™:: Stephen, let's not go there okay? You asked OAOAST Corporate for this time, and the only question I have is, "Why are you speaking now?" Stephen Joseph Why are you speaking now? THAT's your question. Wow, you're as brilliant as that Maria girl, did you go to the same announcing school? Figures...some money and some clothes and your brains goes to mush. Why the hell do you think I'm speaking now Monkey? Josh Matthews Well, I ... Stephen Joseph You're a backstage interviewer. Do some investigating, especially with such a high profile wrestler as myself. Josh Matthews You haven't won a match in months, and you're leeching off Tha Puerto Rican while trying to stay relevant in a business that clearly wishes you would just go away. How's that, Popick? Stephen Joseph Wall... Josh Stephen Joseph Meet Wall. Tha CUBAN WALL picks up Josh Matthews by the shirt (well, the neck really), and spins around, slamming Josh's face into the plaster wall, Josh hangs, there, balanced by alabaster, some wood, and framing, legs twitching. Cuban Wall Heh. Wall. Stephen Joseph Very...nice...Wall. CameraDude™, mind focusing in on me? Thanks. Okay. Listen up OAOAST fans, wrestlers, and all you other simpletons. BPP's going to explain this real simple. I got my ass kicked for about 2 years after being quite the phenomenon in this company. Hell, I helped build this company. So, when they're searching for this new Commisioner, do I get a contact, since I was one...? No, because they're all like, you let IntenseZone rating's sag too much. F'ing corporate board, not seeing the real reason why IntenseZone faltered. So here's why I'm here, why I'm talking, and why YOU need to pay attention. See, BPP, he can be knocked down, but never out. I've bided my time, helped Tha Puerto Rican become something, someone. And unlike the rest of the OAOAST ingrates, Tha Puerto Rican has STOOD BY ME no matter what. Now that's loyalty. I'm here to talk about a matter of extreme importance. There's this "storm" brewing, we've all heard Zack talk about it. Well, okay, people have told me Zack's talking about it, because I don't speak to him. He's beneath me, on that level of being a downright honest person. Hell, I may have bad intentions, but I don't mislead people, right Zack? Right Dan? There's these "Originals" guys I've known for years. Some of them are okay, some of them...not so much. Then these other fellows, GPX and Drek, who seem to well, not like the old Establishment too much. Can't say I blame them, especially since Zack Malibu's the one drawing the ire. But I'm here to say this. I don't give a flying f*ck about who is doing what, when, or where, unless it impacts me, The Puerto Rican, or the Lightning Crew. You see, this is MY family now, and family looks out after one another. And I find that, because of all the chaos now, its the best damn time for ole BPP to step back into the ring. So I'm calling out anyone, and I mean anyone, who wants to step into that squared circle, give it a go, and try to match me, pound for pound the best technical and flying wrestler in this business. I'm putting up a challenge for a match at License to Pin. And afterwards? Well, we'll just have to wait and see about all that. Because now that I'm with Family, there's no where but up, up, up for Stephen Joseph to go. ::CameraDude™ beings to fade out...:: Stephen Joseph Eh. Did I say you were done? Was I done? No! I just hit a dramatic pause, that's all! Remember kiddos, Fuck me, Fuck you! Now I'm done... Wall? Cuban Wall Yeah boss? ::The camera turns swiftly around and we're presented with an image of furious bobbing up and down as the CameraDude™ takes off running out of the LC locker room... :: Stephen Joseph What's his deal... I was just asking for my Bacardi Silver. FADE OUT Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 21, 2005 Fade in on a still from last week's show of Brodie Lewis about to jab a railroad spike into the eye of an OAOAST official. COLE Well, there you see what happened at the conclusion of a women's tag match involving Brodie Lewis last week. Obviously due to the graphic nature of this footage, we're not going to replay it here. Because of her actions last week, Brodie has been suspended indefinately, and thank God for that. CABOOSE What a bunch of wusses we have in this company! COACH She stabbed someone in the eye! COLE Despite this, Josie, for some really odd reason, has granted Brodie an interview via sattilite. COACH Before that though, because we all love a mystery so much, let's send it to Caboose to try and figure out who this mysterious Benefactor is. (Caboose gets up from his spot on the couch and grabs a mic in the ring to a loud ovation, because everyone loves him and all despite being a miserable bastard and all...) CABOOSE Because I'm such a nice guy and an intelligent one at that, I thought who better to narrow down who this Benefactor is that has a bounty on Jenny's head? Really, the only reason I want to know is to shake this person's hand... "BOO!" CABOOSE Ah, whatever. On to the suspects! "BOOO!" CABOOSE Our first suspect, or suspects, are the ever lovely Valerie and Constance, who is shown with a belt with some piss poor Canadian indy company or something like that. These two ladies have quite a past with Jenny, and are so competitive that they wouldn't think twice about selling their souls to the devil, nevermind doughing out some cash to get that belt around Jenny's waist. Odds of it being them? Give it 1-in-4. "DREK SUCKS! DREK SUCKS! DREK SUCKS!" CABOOSE Now why would Drek Stone care about the women's champion you ask? Perhaps because it is diverting attention from his pathetic little cause? You kill the champion, you kill the division. And would anyone really be shocked if he stooped this low? "NOOOOO!" CABOOSE Give it a 1-in-8 chance. He'd do it in a heartbeat, but his concentrations are elsewhere right now. Next! CABOOSE Ah yes, here's a possibility we cannot forget. I know what you're thinking: Brodie? That doesn't make sense! She's trying to collect the bounty. But hey, let's face it: Brodie loves beating people up. Maybe she just wants an excuse for taking out Jenny, her complete opposite, aside from talent, in the division. But because it seems a bit unlikely for her to construct such a plan just for the sake of attacking Brodie, let's give this a 1-in-25 chance. Last suspect! CABOOSE HEY! Take that off! COLE (whispering) It was you, wasn't it? COACH Maybe... CABOOSE ANYWAYS, start betting now. If you want to do some, ahem, "friendly" betting through me, you can place your "friendly" bets with me at [email protected]. Oh, and good luck to Jenny on not getting killed! COLE Remember folks, we have a Brodie interview coming up. Don't miss it! But right now, if Caboose will get back down here, we've got some more women's action with the newest OAOAST talent in that division. Let's go up to Michael Buffer. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is a Women's Division, Triple Threat Match which is scheduled for one fall. .:CUE: Gwen Stefani, "Hollaback Girl":. COLE Hey, you think Hoff likes this song? CABOOSE Who cares? COLE omgburn~! (As "Hollaback Girl" continues to play in the background, the first of the three debutants jogs out from the back. Throwing a clenched fist into the air in salute, Kumiko Watanabe continues to jog on down the aisleway. A decent reception greets the seemingly respectful Watanabe. Reaching the ring, Watanabe rolls into the ring and throws another fist in the air to another cheer. Watanabe then removes her leather jacket, dropping it into the arms of a ring attendent beside the apron.) BUFFER Introducing first...from Hiroshima, Japan. She weighs one hundred and fourty six pounds...KUMIKO WATANABE!! COLE A former student of the now defunct GAEA organisation and one of the few female workers to have worked over in our sister promotion HI-YAH, Kumiko obviously brings a lot of Joshi experience with her. COACH Oh man, I love Joshi. COLE Really? COACH Wait...Joshi is the porn with the tentacles, right? COLE *cries* "OLE, OLEOLEOLE, OLE, OLE!" "OLE, OLEOLEOLE, OLE, OLE!" "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLEEEEEEEE!!! OLEOLEOLE, OLE, OLE!" (The crowd sing along to "Ole!" by The Bouncing Souls...and let's face it, who can blame them...as the next competitor bursts through the curtains. Pointing a finger to the sky, El Chica Genérico poses for a moment, before jogging down the ramp. Unlike Watanabe, Genérico makes an effort to tag as many hands as possible, with her spangly gold cape wafting behind her. Reaching the ring, Genérico leaps to the apron and up into the ring. A friendly handshake is exchanged between Genérico and Watanabe, before Genérico begins to fly around the ring with his arms stretched out like a plane.) CABOOSE Oh great, another wackjob. (Genérico continues to fly around, waiting for the next big "OOOOOOLLEE!" before pointing a finger to the rafters.) BUFFER From Tijuana, Mexico...weighing one hundred and twenty one pounds...EL CHICA GENÉRICO!! COLE Another popular competitor arriving in the Women's Division tonight. CABOOSE Another kook. Is a low IQ some sort of requirement for getting in the Women's Division? ("Lunatic Calm - Leave You Far Behind [instrumental]" suddenly starts up, to little reaction from the crowd. Until Serena Blackmore strides out through the curtains, causing the crowd to boo wildly. The associate of Christian Wright gets booed as he walks towards the ring with her nose turned up at the fans, trying her best to avoid any out-stretched hands. Jogging up the ring steps, Blackmore dusts off her boots before entering, nose still turned up, this time to her two opponents.) BUFFER And finally, hailing from Philidelphia, Pennsylvania...she weighs one hundred and twenty pounds...SERENA BLACKMORE!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Well, we don't know too much about any of these three competitors really. Least of all Serena Blackmore, who is apparantly some sort of 'follower' of Christian Wright. A fact which hasn't endeared her to this crowd. But the fact is, it's not fan reaction that counts, it's wrestling ability. These three women have had a delayed start in the Women's Division, all making their debuts tonight. So tonight is big. CABOOSE Yeah. The 8 women in the title tournament are already above them in the pecking order, obviously. Plus Lindsay and Ayane. So these three have got some lost time to make up for. COLE And a tough act to follow too. The Women's Division has so far been a roaring success, so these three have to live up to the standards displayed before them. *DINGDINGDING!* The bell sounds and immediately Serena charges, ambushing Genérico as she hands her cape out to the floor. Serena clubs away at the back of Genérico with forearms. Until Watanabe finally comes over, spinning Serena around and hitting a forearm strike. A second. Serena is backed against the ropes as Genérico recovers, uniting with Watanabe with a double irish whip. Rebounding, Serena gets hooked under each arm and flipped into a double hiptoss. Watanabe bends down to pick Serena straight back up, but allows Genérico to dive over top and drag Watanabe down with a sunset flip... 1... 2... Kickout. Watanabe rolls to her feet. Genérico rolls back up too, snaring a headlock on Watanabe. With forearms to the gut, Watanabe loosens the grip and grabs the wrist, twisting behind with a hammerlock. She then chains that into a headlock of her own, squeezing away at the masked head of Genérico. Adding more pressure, Watanabe drops to one knee for leverage. Genérico pulls her up though, going to the gut herself and pushing Watanabe off. Serena stops her attempts to get back up and drops down. Watanabe vaults over and hits the ropes, as Serena scrambles up. But Genérico quickly charges from behind, kneeing Serena in the back and forcing her forward into a running forearm smash from Watanabe! COLE Some nice, inadvertant teamwork from the foreigners. Pulling herself up, Serena staggers forward into a Watanabe forearm again. An open-handed strike to the face sends Serena stumbling backwards, falling through the ropes to the floor. Genérico reacts quickest and grabs Watanabe from behind, looking for a Tijuana roll... 1... ...Watanabe reaches up and grabs Genérico's waist, pulling her back with a Hiroshima roll... 1... 2... Genérico manages to kick Watanabe off. Stumbling forward, Watanabe continues on and hits the ropes. Genérico meanwhile comes to her feet, brushing Watanabe aside with a bi paso and catching her on the way back with a beautiful leg lariat! GENÉRICO OLE~! Finger pointed skywards, Genérico calls for some support and is roundly applauded for her efforts. Watanabe begins to pull herself up though, so Genérico grabs a front facelock and helps her the rest of the way up. Over goes the arm, as Genérico attempts a vertical suplex. The heavier Watanabe is able to block though, blocking again, before twirling out to the side and snatching Genérico down by the arm into a Fujiwara armbar attempt! Genérico frantically tries to escape, pulled to the mat regardless. But she manages to plant her free hand, rolling through and to her feet. Watanabe clings onto the arm at the wrist, bending Genérico's hand up towards her wrist. Looking for an escape, Genérico begins to circle around. And as she circles, Genérico gradually picks up speed, Watanabe circling with her as she holds her free arm out and starts to 'fly' around in circles! CABOOSE What the hell is this!?! COLE I...don't know. Looking utterly bemused, Watanabe holds onto the arm anyway, as the wristlock continues to rotate around. Genérico doesn't seem to be doing much except make Watanabe slightly dizzy. Until she suddenly puts the brakes on mid-rotation. Watanabe's momentum keeps her going, allowing Genérico to latch her free arm under the arm clutching her wrist, taking Watanabe down with a traditional armdrag! COLE Wow! That was a great reversal there! I think Genérico may have confused Kumiko, long enough to force a mistake out of the opponent. Leaping to her feet, El Chica Genérico places her hands on her hips and hits a super-heroic pose. From behind though, Serena reaches from the apron, grabbing Genérico's long blonde hair and YANKING her hard to the canvas! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Serena then enters the ring quickly, bundling Watanabe into the turnbuckles and causing her to land shoulder first on the middle buckle. Momentum takes Watanabe out through the ropes and out to the apron. There she sits, favouring her shoulder. Serena takes a backstep and suddenly charges, baseball sliding into Kumiko! Kumiko lurches forward, off the apron and to the floor. Leaving Serena and Genérico alone in the ring. Holding her arm out, Serena measures Genérico for a clothesline as she gets up. But Genérico ducks underneath, cradling up Serena into a schoolgirl... 1... 2... Kickout! Both women scramble back to their feet. Serena is first to strike with a boot to the gut, followed with a forearm over the shoulder blades. Genérico falls to her knees with back arched. But she's picked up just moments later, sent by the arm into the turnbuckles with an irish whip. Serena follows close behind, not expected Genérico to plant her feet on the bottom rope and hands on the top, vaulting herself up and over. Unable to stop, Serena crashes sternum first into the buckles, staggering out winded. Genérico brushes past Serena and leaps to the middle rope, somersaulting backwards and wiping out Blackmore with a Quebrada Press... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE A close call there. CABOOSE Now's the time to attempt a pin. It's one fall to a finish here, so to get the win, you need to take one opponent out of the picture before even attempting a pinfall. And it looks like Watanabe may be out of the picture for a while yet. As Serena staggers back up, Genérico leaves her feet for a dropkick. Casually it's brushed away though, causing Genérico to land awkardly on her shoulder and remain face-down while Serena drops an elbow. With a low moan, Genérico rolls over onto her arched back. Serena then follows up with a standing legdrop. Keeping the leg hung over Genérico's throat, Blackmore demands a pin from the referee... 1... 2.. Genérico shrugs Blackmore off. COLE Too casual...FAR too casual with that cover. Pulling Genérico back up by the hair, Serena launches into the lady luchadore with a stiff forearm. Genérico almost falls down, but is held up by the hair. Serena reels back and connects with a second forearm strike. Again she holds her opponent up, waffling her with a third forearm before finally letting her slump to a seated position. Serena then takes a couple of steps back, before lashing a running kick into the chest of Genérico! Genérico flops backwards with the breath knocked out of here. Meanwhile, Watanabe is back up on the apron. But Serena charges her again, driving her knee in and knocking Watanabe back down to the arena floor! COLE And that's a smart move. Again, keeping the spare woman out of the picture. Serena goes back over and casually drags Genérico up, lashing her across the chest with a knifedge chop, to a reluctant "WHOOOO!" from the fans. Serena then goes to the gut with a boot, before flicking Genérico overhead with an effortless snap suplex. Genérico's back arches again, but Blackmore forces her down into a lateral press... 1... 2... Kickout! Dragging Genérico back up, Serena clubs her across the chest with another hard chop. Serena then grabs an arm, sending Genérico hurtling across the ring and back-first into the turnbuckles with a thud. Charging in, Serena drives the side of the knee deep into the gut to further wind Genérico...before pulling her out with a snapmare, no waste in motion as she then LASHES Genérico in the upper back with a backchop! COLE A very measured approach here from Blackmore thus far. COACH Whatever the strategy, it's definately working. As Genérico writhes on the mat, Serena takes a glance to check Watanabe is still out of the way. She then drags Genérico to her feet and pushes her into the corner. Away walks Serena, getting a run-up for another side knee in the gut. A shoulder then follows into the gut. Staying low, Serena scoops Genérico over her shoulder and turns out of the corner, snapping Genérico from the ankles with an Austin-style Spinebuster! Serena quickly hooks a leg for a pin attempt... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE Genérico is showing great heart, but it seems like Serena Blackmore is in complete control at the moment. Staying casual and not letting the kickouts affect her, Serena brings Genérico up once more. Grabbing an arm, she whips Genérico into the ropes, intercepting her run on the way back with a driving back elbow! Genérico's eyes open wide from pain and shock, as Serena once again spots Watanabe getting to her feet on the apron. Another charge again sends Watanabe off the apron, tumbling to the floor hard. Serena quickly goes back to Genérico moments later, pulling her to her feet once more. Genérico is looking short of breath now, as Serena lays into her with another heavy-duty knifedge! Winded, Genérico doubles over and quickly gets pulled into a standing headscissors. Serena then hooks Genérico's left arm, then her right, butterflying the arms and arching her over with a Butterfly Suplex! Genérico bounces hard off the mat, only to be forced down into another pin attempt... 1... 2... Kickout again. Looking up, Serena glances at the referee with a snarl. CABOOSE Serena's obviously doing a good job of wearing this Generic chick, but she needs to try and finish her off as quickly as possible. She's almost taking it a little too easily at the moment. Dragging Genérico back up, Serena again looks to butterfly the arms. Up goes the left, but Genérico wisely wraps her right arm around Serena's leg in a defensive tactic. Serena frustratedly kicks the arm off and tries again to underhook it. Out of the corner of her eye though, Blackmore again notices Watanabe getting to her apron. So she drops Genérico, charging at Watanabe...and getting smacked upside the side with a palmstrike!! The shot knocks Serena loopy, causing her to fall throat first over the top rope. Watanabe quickly steps to the side, measuring Serena and NAILING her in the side of the head with a straight roundhouse kick!! COLE Oh, MAN! CABOOSE What a shot! Serena staggers away from the ropes with her eyes crossed, stumbling all over the place. Genérico is up behind her, launching at Serena with a Backbrain Wheelkick that completes the KO job Watanabe had started! Down goes Serena, laid flat out beside the bottom rope of the ring. But if Genérico had hoped for a breather, she's in for disappointment, as Watanabe thrusts her back into the ropes and looks to push her off across the ring. After little more than a step though, Genérico tumbles forward and to her feet. Watanabe is right on Genérico as she turns around though, striding forward with big momentum on a forearm strike. Down goes Genérico, but Watanabe pulls her straight back up. Applying a front facelock, Watanabe throws over the arm, screaming that's she's going for the 'BRAINBUSTAAAH!' Watanabe then goes for the lift. Genérico is able to go deadweight though, tumbling backwards with a small package... 1... 2... Kickout! Both Genérico and Watanabe scramble back up, both charging forwards. Genérico leapfrogs over the top of Watanabe, waiting for her to turn and connecting with a palmstrike. Staying on her feet, Watanabe SCREAMS off the effects...before nailing her own palmstrike! Genérico goes tumbling away, coming to her feet. Just in time for a duck of a clothesline attempt, catching Kumiko turning with a deep armdrag. COLE This chick will armdrag you stupid! As Watanabe comes back up and charges again, Genérico tries to send her off with a bi paso. Watanabe reaches out and grabs an arm on the way past though, pulling Genérico in and lifting her up into a fireman's carry. Frantic to escape, Genérico flails and flops until sliding off of Watanabe's back. She quickly pushes Watanabe off into the ropes, leaping as she rebounds and snaring Watanabe over with a 'rana, cradling the legs as she lands... 1... 2... Broken up by Blackmore! CABOOSE See that's the problem with triple threats. Just when you've got someone beat, you get blindsighted by the other person in the match. Grabbing mask and tights, Serena pitches Genérico up and over the top, out to the floor. Serena then turns around, still looking slightly dazed, as she motions for Watanabe to get back to her feet. Quickly the Japanese star does, more dazed than hurt from rana. Serena wastes little time in going to the gut with a knee, followed in quick succession with a Million $ Kneelift and then a running Harley Race-esque knee to the chest. Kumiko checks her jaw after the knee series, while Serena makes some distance between herself and opponent. Getting to her feet, Watanabe gets to one knee before pausing. Exactly what Serena was hoping as she charges, stepping off of the planted knee and lashing out with an enzigur...NO! Watanabe ducks! Serena whips around and lands in front, Kumiko thrusting out with a palm strike instantly! COLE She was going for the Glimmering Warlock, the Shining Enziguri, but Watanabe had it covered. Holding her face, Serena gets back up with eyes pretty much covered. Watanabe quickly lunges at Serena, wrapping her arms around Serena's waist and taking her over with a Northern Lights Suplex... 1... 2... Kickout! Releasing the bridge, Watanabe holds her hands to her head in despair. COLE Only a two, much to the surprise of Watanabe! CABOOSE Christian's got a good'un here! Slowly climbing to her feet, Watanabe adjusts her elbow pad as she turns around. Not seeing El Chica Genérico launches off the top rope with a crossbody block, until it's too late... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE Genérico almost caught Watanabe by surprise with that crossbody, but it wasn't enough! As Watanabe pushes her off, Genérico rolls back to her feet and looks to grab a front facelock. Watanabe is a step ahead though, again wrapping her arms around the waist in preparation for another Northern Lights Suplex. Raising a knee, Genérico blocks. Watanabe goes to the ribs with forearms though, before re-setting. Suddenly though, Serena is up. Ducking underneath an arm, Serena also grabs Genérico across the waist. But she goes forward, dropping Genérico with an STO...which in turn, causing Watanabe to drop head-first into the canvas!! COLE Oh! Serena got two for the price of one with that move! CABOOSE The STO on Genérico, kinda made her DDT Watanabe at the same time. And rest assured, that wasn't luck. That was all planned out by Serena. With both opponents down, Serena picks Genérico to drag to her feet first. Serena drives a knee up into the sternum. And again. Serena then opens up Genérico for a knifedge chop, sending Genérico stumbling backwards across the ring. Ending up with the ropes holding her up, Genérico wearily throws up a foot. Serena shrugs it off though, smashing Genérico in the jaw with another forearm strike. Then, Serena wraps on a front facelock, lifting Genérico up and dropping her gut first across the top rope! COACH That's gonna do Genérico no favours. Genérico hangs over the rope, as Serena then turns away, catching Watanabe as she gets back to her feet with a front kick. Down goes Watanabe, Serena able to afford a wry smirk as she turns back around. But suddenly, Genérico springs into life, launching herself to the top rope, springboarding off, tumbling through the air and wiping out Blackmore with a Springboard Somersault Seated Senton... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Genérico is left to clutch her head in despair, as the referee confirms it was only a two count. COLE I've no idea where Genérico found the energy to hit that...but she didn't have the energy to hold Blackmore down! Genérico takes a deep intake of air before charging at Watanabe, tumbling at her with a spinning back elbow. That keeps Watanabe down, while Blackmore pulls herself up. Genérico barges Blackmore back into the corner with a shoulder charge. Genérico then grabs an arm, whipping Serena across the ring, corner to corner for another collision with turnbuckles. As Serena nestles in the corner, Genérico charges from the opposite corner, cartwheeling and nailing Serena in the gut with the Kangaroo Kick (cartwheel double mule kick). COLE Kangaroo Kick, right in the pouch! CABOOSE That athleticism right there. Genérico rolls back to her feet, with as mighty an "OLE!" as she can manage at this stage of the match. Suddenly though, Watanabe is back up. And charging. Genérico sees Watanabe coming and tumbles out of the way. But Watanabe keeps running, throwing up a boot and connecting with a BRUTAL Corner Yakuza Kick to Serena!! COLE JESUS! Serena collapses in the corner as Watanabe eases her leg off the top rope. She then turns, going after Genérico again. Genérico gets the bi paso this time to shrug Watanabe off, ducking her head for a backbody drop. Watanabe puts the brakes on though, hooking a front facelock on and lifting up Genérico into suplex position, before dropping her straight on her head!! COACH BRAINBUSTAAAAAAAAHH~! Genérico's body jars, down to a flat-out position, allowing Watanabe to make a pinfall... 1... 2... NO, ONLY TWO!! COLE How did she kick out!?! Unbelievable! Hanging her head, Watanabe mumbles to herself in Japanese as she gets back to her feet. Slowly, she pulls Genérico back up and re-applies a front facelock, ready for another Brainbuster attempt. Generico jabs away weakly at the gut though, until Watanabe finally relents and lets Genérico go. Watanabe then swipes out, but Genérico ducks underneath. Finding herself facing the corner, Genérico fires off a mule kick to the gut before climbing up to the top rope, facing out. Genérico's climb is slow though, allowing Watanabe to recover and crotch Genérico! The lady luchadore is left facing out of the ring, Watanabe now climbs up the ropes, looking for the Spider German Suplex! Getting to the top, Watanabe laces a leg over the top...but gets nailed in the back, with a double axehandle, from Serena Blackmore! Watanabe unhooks her leg. Serena meanwhile ducks her head through, pulling Watanabe off into an Electric Chair position. CABOOSE Surprising strength here from Serena. This Kumiko ain't a lightweight. Backing away from the corner, Serena's legs begin to wobble and buckle a little. Meaning Watanabe is eventually able to slide off the Electric Chair and behind Blackmore. She then grabs a waistlock on Serena, popping her over with a German that sends Serena tumbling through to the centre of the ring! COLE You're right 'Boose, Kumiko's not a lightweight. And it meant Serena couldn't keep her up in that Electric Chair for long enough. Serena eventually comes to a stop, slumping face-first to the canvas. Meanwhile, Watanabe pulls herself up. But as she does, Genérico is back on top, tumbling back with a Moonsault Press... 1... 2... Kickout! Both Genérico and Kumiko come back up, with Kumiko trying to get Genérico up in a fireman's carry again. Genérico manages to slide off the back and behind though. Quickly, Watanabe reaches back and snatches a side headlock. Genérico wraps her arms around and looks for a backdrop suplex. Holding firm, Watanabe jabs down at the back of the neck with elbows to drop Genérico to her knees. With Genérico down, Watanabe hits the ropes in front. Only for Genérico to suddenly spring off her feet, launching into the air and clocking Watanabe over the head with short flying forearm! Watanabe goes crashing to the mat, as Genérico scrambles over and makes another pin attempt... 1... 2... Kickout! Genérico scurries over and grabs Watanabe again, dragging her up. Reeling back, Genérico prepares to strike. But Watanabe suddenly lunges behind with a waistlock, looking for another German. As she goes up, Genérico manages to lock on a wheelbarrow bodyscissors and lean herself forward. She then pushes off her hands, coming back up...before coming right back down, taking over Watanabe with a que se dora (wheelbarrow overarm armdrag)! COLE Beautiful reversal...and another armdrag. As Watanabe gets back up, Genérico keeps the armdraggery going, with a deep Steamboat styler armdrag. Watanabe is reeling, as Genérico runs the ropes...and gets picked off by Serena Blackmore with a stinging clothesline!! COLE What a clothesline that was! CABOOSE She was lying in waiting, Cole. Ever since that German, Serena's been waiting for that one chance to attack and there it was. Genérico gasps for breath on the mat, as Serena turns and looks for a roundhouse kick. Watanabe ducks the kick though. Serena ends up spinning a full 360 around, getting waffled with a forearm strike! A second! Third! Serena is reeling, as Watanabe pulls her in by the arm. But a short arm clothesline is ducked by Serena, switching behind Watanabe and pushing her forwards. Watanabe crashes sternum first into the corner, to be quickly avalanched from the back with a clothesline just for good measure! As she staggers out, Watanabe is caught from behind, sleeper hold applied. Watanabe instantly runs forward though, dropping to one knee and causing Serena to bundle face first into the top turnbuckle, which breaks the sleeper. Now, it's Serena staggering out, as Watanabe goes behind. She then applies a waistlock, ready for a German. Watanabe pauses though, as El Chica Genérico is back up and rushes past. Leaping to the middle rope, she scales to the top, tumbling off with a twist. She launches over her opponents and catches Watanabe's legs, pulling her over with a sunset flip...causing Watanabe to involuntarily complete the German, which she manages to bridge... 1... 2... Kickout... KICKOUT! COLE We nearly had a double pin situation there! Watanabe in the sunset flip and Serena in the Bridging German. And Watanabe was so determined to keep her bridge, she ONLY just kicked out in time. All three women are slower to their feet now, as Genérico charges. Ducking underneath a Watanabe swing, Genérico runs through Blackmore with a running forearm. She then turns around, getting forearmed for her own troubles by Watanabe. Serena staggers up, caught by Watanabe with a drop-toe-hold. Watanabe comes back up and tries to catch a leg and apply an STF on Blackmore. But Genérico is up by now, hitting the ropes in front and diving into Watanabe's body. Genérico rotates herself around into a headscissors, before coming out, with the Satellite Headscissors into a Crossface! Watanabe goes down and gets trapped in the Crossface Hold. But as she falls, she traps Serena's leg, still with the presence of mind to blindly reach out and apply the STF on Blackmore!! COLE And now, we have dueling submission holds!! Watanabe has Blackmore trapped in the STF, but at the same time she is trapped in the Crossface!! CABOOSE It's like some sort of human puzzle! COLE Well, unless Watanabe releases Blackmore, she can't tapout here. But I guess if she's in enough pain to need the tapout, she'll be in too much pain to hold onto an STF anyway. It's just a matter of how soon Serena gives in here. CABOOSE And remember, Watanabe hurt her shoulder earlier in the match! With the complicated connection of bodies in front of him, the referee alternates between asking Serena and Kumiko if they want to give up. Neither does though. The more Genérico pulls back on Watanabe, the more Watanabe is pulling up on Blackmore. But in the same token, as Blackmore begins to inch towards the ropes, she's helping Watanabe towards the ropes. Genérico isn't big or strong enough to hold two bodies in place. And eventually, Serena reaches the ropes, forcing the rope break. Kumiko manages to release her STF hold, instantly reaching out to grab her own rope break to Genérico's despair. The submission holds are released, but they've taken their toll. Genérico is left standing now, over Serena and Kumiko. Genérico quickly dropkicks Serena in the head. Genérico then dropkicks Watanabe in the shoulder. COLE No submission, but Genérico benefitted big there. Instead of one weakened opponent, she gets two! Genérico brings Blackmore up and pushes her in the corner, firing off a back elbow to the jaw. She then drags Serena out, bundling her out of the ring. Or, at least, to the apron. Genérico doesn't notice and quickly drags Watanabe around, dropping a quick legdrop across the throat. Watanabe is laid parallel to the ropes now, as Genérico gets up and faces off to the crowd. Behind her, Serena has crept in the ring. But Genérico hasn't seen it and grabs the top rope, leaping up and over for an Arabian Press...but as she lands on the top rope, Serena suddenly charges, sending Genérico flying out, off the top and CRASHING INTO THE STEEL BARRICADE BELOW!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh...oh man, Genérico may be hurt. She may be hurt bad! COACH That wasn't good. Fans nearby lean over the barrier to peer down on the injured Genérico, checking if she's okay. Which she clearly isn't. Meanwhile, as Serena assesses her handywork, she gets caught by surprise with a schoolgirl... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Shrugging off the shock, Serena catches Watanabe with a knee to the gut as she gets up. Serena then applies a front facelock, looking to fall back with a DDT. As she falls though, Watanabe resists the pull and pins Serena harmlessly down, befre rolling through with a jacknife pin... 1... 2... BRIDGE UP! COLE Look at the strength! As she bridges, Serena twists over to apply a standing headscissors on Watanabe. Leaping up, Serena comes back down with a standing neck snap, folding Watanabe's head towards her feet. Away staggers Watanabe, as Serena trips the legs, rolling into her own jacknife pin... 1... 2... BRIDGE UP! COLE And not to be out-done, another bridge up! Watanabe does the same as Serena, bridging up and turning over into a standing headscissors. Watanabe then tries to copy Serena some more, leaping up for the standing neck snap. But Serena is waiting for it and manages to stand up despite the bodyweight on her neck. Watanabe teeters over, looking set to be backdropped...until Serena reaches back and tucks Watanabe's head under her arm. The Asian's body hangs over the shoulder of Serena, the two back to belly, as Serena turns around...and sits out, SPIKING Watanabe on her head with the AirRaid Crash (belly to back brainbuster)!! COLE Holy crap! Right on her head!! CABOOSE It's over! Rolling over, Serena checks Genérico is still incapacitated on the floor, before lounging on top of the motionless Watanabe... 1... 2... 3!!!! *DINGDINGDING!* Some boos go up, as Serena remains lounged on Watanabe, casually raising an arm in the air in victory. BUFFER Your winner of this match...SERENA..BLACKMORE!!! Rolling to her feet, Serena shouts down to some of the fans and raises her arms in victory, before leaving the ring. Still, both Watanabe and Genérico are all but motionless, as Serena swaggers off wearily. COLE An impressive debut for all these three women, again proving that women's wrestling is to be taken seriously in the OAOAST. But, a big win for Serena Blackmore in particular here. COACH Oh, big time. There's obviously some good strength in depth in the division here, but Serena could be much, much more than 'depth'. She could be a challenge for anyone in the division. COLE Just goes to show what an open division it is. Three more great athletes ready to mix it up with those we already have. CABOOSE You know...not just that, but this Serena chick is obviously pretty damn ruthless. She took out Genérico, dropped Watanabe right on her head, attacked Jade Rodez at The Great Angle Bash. If you're looking for possible bounty hunters, then Serena Blackmore's got the means, she's got the agression...and she's got the form too. Hmmm... COLE And with yet another theory to muse over, let's go to a break. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 21, 2005 COLE Welcome back to his HUGE edition of OAOAST HeldDown! As you may have heard on that evil internet, Axel last week was in Japan working a HI-YAH show, defending his title in the main event against Kenta Kobashi. We have a short clip of the finish of that match for you folks now, and then we may hear from the champion about his future. *HeldDown Logo flashes over the screen* We cut to the match with a shot of both men on the mat, with the referee at the count of eleven, because those wacky Japanese companies have a twenty count instead of the American ten. Kobashi is the first to his feet with Axel soon following. Kobashi backs the champion into the corner and delivers four stiff chops to the chest. Kobashi then brings Axel out to the corner and connects with a hard forearm to the jaw, but Axel comes back with a forearm of his own! Then another! A third! Irish Whi by Axel on Kenta Kobashi, Kobashi comes off of the ropes, ducks a Harlem Side Kick, Axel turns around... LARIATOOOOOO!!! ANNOUNCERS LARIATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! With the crowd going crazy, Kobashi yells at the jam packed Tokyo Dome that this may be the end for Axel. Axel gets to his feet, is grabbed from behind by Kobashi, who drills him with the HALF NELSON SUPLEX!! ANNOUNCERS HALF NELSON SUPLEXOOOOOOOOOO~!~!~! KOBASHI COVERS! ONE!!!! TWO!!!!! NO! Axel kicks out before the three, and the Japanese crowd give a healthy applause. Kobashi once again shouts to the crowd that he is looking to end the match, and this time locks the champion in a front face lock, looking for his patented Brainbuster! The crowd cheers in approval, and Kobashi tries to get Axel in the air, but Axel won't budge. He tries again, but no luck! The OAOAST Champion then lands a shot to the stomach of Kenta Kobashu, which causes the former GHC World Heavyweight Champion to lose track of what is going on for a second. Axel then reverses the front face lock, picks Kobashi up... ...BRAINBUSTTTTTTTAAAHHHHH!!! "UWAHHHHHHH!" Axel then signals for the end! The OAOAST champion grabs Kobashi, picking him up in a Reverse Death Valley Driver position for the Axel Slam... but Kobashi rolls off! Axel turns around.. LARIATOOOOOOO! "OOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" ANNOUNCERS LARIATOO! Kobashi Ken-TA Moonsault! Yes indeed, Kobashi is going for one of his 5 finishers, the Moonsault! The Japanese legend climbs to the top rope, and flies off, backflipping in the air... ...BUT AXEL MOVES!!!! "UWAHHHHHH!" Axel grabs Kobashi and hoists him over his shoulder for an Inverted Piledriver that he calls... ...DARK ROYALTY! COVERRRRRRRR!!! THE PEOPLE COUNT ALONG! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! "UWAHYEAAAAHH!" Generic rock music starts up in the background because HI-YAH can't afford to pay Mudvayne, as Axel is handed his championship belt. The referee raises the champions hand, as we go back to ringside. *HeldDown Logo flashes over* COLE Great, hard faught win there to Axel in a match that went over thirty minutes in the Tokyo Dome last Thursday night. BABOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!! JR I feel like I jus' got Bar-BE-Qued! CABOOSE Could you please get a new damn line? "Death Blooms" hits over the loudspeakers as the crowd welcome back the OAOAST Champion to HeldDown. Axel steps out of the curtain, title belt in hand, wearing black suit pants, a red shirt, and a black leather trenchcoat. COLE Well we are now being joined by that very man who beat Kobashi last week, our champion, the one and only champion, Axel! Axel walks halfway down the ramp and stops, pointing to both sides of the crowd, and striking the Crucifix Pose, setting off a huge explosion of pyro~! BOOM! Axel steps into the squared circle, grabs a microphone, and begins to speak straight away, his music dying down. There are some boos mixed in with Axel's usual cheers however. AXEL You know, last week, as you may have just seen on the AngleTron, or sitting at home watching HeldDown live, I got the opportunity to face a man who I had admired for years in Japanese Puro legend, Kenta Kobashi. I got the call from OAOAST Management the day after The Great Angle Bash, saying that HI-YAH wanted to book me on the Main Event of their next show in an OAOAST Championship Defense. I jumped at the chance. I mean, realistically, who wouldn't? Kobashi is a legend. A bona-fide legend in the world of professional wrestling. So, I said yes. The only catch was, the show was last Thursday, so I had to miss last weeks HeldDown. Axel stops as some fans begin booing this statement, but Axel soon explains himself. AXEL I didn't like missing a show, but I had recieved a challenge from Kobashi, and a call from management, so I accepted it. I apologise to all those in the Mall of America who were hoping for an appearance, but the fact of the matter is, I was not advertised for the show, nor was I booked on it. So, I had the opportunity to face a legend, and I did so. But your champion is back boys and girls, so get ready for the ride of your lives! "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAHH!" The fans decend into 'AX-EL! AX-EL' chants, and the champion responds to these by raising his title high into the air, and enticing another sizeable pop from the crowd. AXEL After the HI-YAH show last week, I watched a delayed replay of the HeldDown show, and with the calibre of show that those OAOAST Superstars in the back put on in my absence, I have to congradulate each and every one of them for doing brilliantly. In fact I called Rodez a couple of days ago and left a message on his answering machine, congradulating him on he big win against Drek Stone. I've got one thing to say, Leon, you're a great wrestler, and I have no doubt that you will hold this belt I have in my posession someday. So well done to everyone in the back for a great show. They all knew that I wouldn't be around, and they stepped it up a notch, and delivered. Everyone was cool with me being in Japan, as far as I know no one had any heat with me about it. So, you can imagine my surprise when I get to the building a short time ago, go to my lockerroom, turn on the monitor in the back, and see none other than my opponent for AngleSlam, Hoff... Mild cheers for the number one contendor... AXEL ..Yes, please, Hoff! Everyone, cheer, thats right. Anyway, you could imagine my surprise when I see Hoff come out to this very ring, and call ME out on not being here last week. He called me out. Hoff called Axel out on not being at HeldDown. Now, two weeks ago, Hoff came out here, I came out here, and we shook hands. It was clear then, that we respected each other. But now, not so much. You see Hoff, you can come out here and spout out your little catchphrases, I think they are very entertaining. "Welcome to the Future" and all that, its great, you need catcphrases to be cheered, thats fine. We all need our little manerisms and movements to get pops from the crowd. Me, not so much, but you, yeah! People love your catchphrases, its great, keep up the good work. Hoff, you can come out here and say all that, get the crowd all worked up for you, you can beat Drek Stone, you can win BattleBowl. You can do it all Hoff.... and I will respect you for it. I never stopped respecting you Hoff. But tonight, when you came out here, and you called me out for not being here last week, well Hoff, thats showing nothing but disrespect. And I could even let that little indescretion slide, I could! I would! But you had to go further, didn't you? HUH? YOU HAD TO CROSS THE FUCKING LINE! You want to call your number one contendorship the real World Title? You want to say that you are going to defend it for the people? The fuck is that? You spit on my title reign as well as my integrity? WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU SELFISH SON OF A BITCH! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" AXEL You fucked up Hoff. I was willing to be the bigger man, to respect you, and to do all the promotional shit leading up to AngleSlam, bill the match as two friends going up against one another for this belt, the most prestigious belt in the business, but no, you had to cross the line. You spat on me, you spat on this belt, and you spat on this company with your earlier words. Since AngleMania, every single time I have defended this belt, I've done so for the fans, and for this company. Buyrates have sored, merchandise has sky-rocketed, and the OAOAST is as popular as ever. So don't you ever. EVER. Disrespect me like that again. You've got that defense with Some Guy later tonight? Best of luck. Because I know it'll be an honor to face Some Guy at AngleSlam. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" Axel begins to leave the ring, but suddenly 'Sick' by Dope begins to blare over the speakers, a tune that is seldom heard in the OAOAST of late. Out from behind the curtain comes none other than Gunner Sharps, the 7-foot monster that has been both a partner and an enemy of Axel in their storyed careers. At the moment, the latter is true. The big man asks that his music be cut, as he has a microphone already in hand. GUNNER Hey Axel, remember me? The guy who used to go up and down the roads with you? The guy that had your back for a year? Before you sold out to these people, we were tight! We were like brothers for christs sake! Then you screwed me and Crystal over by selling out to everyone and going into business for yourself. You call Hoff selfish? Well that may be, but so are you! You're the most selfish bastard I have ever met! AXEL Guns, you're rambling. Do you have a point? GUNNER My point is that its about time someone SHUT YOU UP! Its about time I SHUT YOU UP! I want you, tonight, in that very ring! AXEL You want a shot at me? GUNNER Your damn right! AXEL Hmm... ok, you got it! Tonight, live on HeldDown, it's going to be Gunner Sharps in this very ring, challenging myself for the OAOAST Championship! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH! AXEL You like that? Thought so. It'll be a pleasure to kick your ass tonight! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!" The two men have an INTENSE~ staredown, as "Death Blooms" begins once again. Gunner heads to the back, and Axel soon does the same. COLE Well after some strong words from Axel on his AngleSlam opponent, just like that we have an OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship match scheduled for tonight, with Axel efending the title against former running buddy Gunner Sharps! CABOOSE We've certainly had a war of words tonight between Axel and Hoff. Both men have put their respective titles as champion and number one contendor on the line tonight. Who is going to come out on top? COACH I think now one will certainly be looking to outdo the other. Both men have very tough opponents tonight. The cameras once again open on the CSI locker room. The fans boo as we see, for another week, Jay Richards and Jumbo playing PS2. Meanwhile, Chris Stevens sits on the floor, leaning against the locker, his head tilted up, eyes closed, looking like he's seen better days. Once again absent is Brock Ausstin. JAY YEAH, MOTHA@#$#@$ The screen bleeps and blinks as Jay starts shimmying his shoulders. Jumbo's eyes bug out, and the big man starts pressing the buttons furiously, eventually resorting to mashing the whole control pad with his palm. JAY TASTE THE FURY OF THE LIGHTNING LEG, PUNK!! Jay hits the X button like it was going out of style, and a deflated Jumbo sinks back in his chair...causing the chair to tip over backwards. JUMBO UWAAA! The big guy takes a tumble, and Jay, looking over in disbelief, starts LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF. Jumbo rolls away from the mangled hunk of steel that used to be his chair, hitting the wall, causing Jay to double over. The rookie's face goes beet-red as he guffaws, and Jumbo finally gets to his feet, fuming as he looks down at Jay. JUMBO It's NOT FUNNY!! JAY BWAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.....oh....ohmigod....heh....oh man..... Jumbo wrinkles his nose, looking madder than a wet hen. Finally, Chris Stevens, the leader of the group, looks over at his cohorts with a sigh. STEVENS Guys....can you keep it down? Jay looks over his shoulder, and Jumbo shifts his gaze to Stevens. JUMBO Sorry, boss. Stevens closes his eyes, leaning his head back and banging it into the lockers. Jay cringes a bit at the *thud* of skull on metal. JAY Hey....relax, boss. It's gon' be all right. JUMBO You heard from him at all yet? Stevens responds without looking down. STEVENS No. Not a word since last week. I still have no idea what he was doing out there. JAY Hey I'll tell you what he was doing, man. He was costing US gold! Jumbo nods, but Stevens only shifts his gaze to the floor, again sighing. STEVENS Yeah...I just don't get it. We were supposed to be in this thing together...and it seems like he's only looking out for #1. I mean, I know I might be a jerk, but I've never been seflish. Jay casts a sideways glance back at Jumbo, but the big man isn't looking at him. Jay turns his eyes back to Stevens. JAY Listen, Chris. In between rounds, here, me and Jumbo have been talking about all this, and...we're not sure that Brock should be in CSI anymore. Stevens looks up at Jay, skeptically, then at Jumbo, who shrugs. JUMBO Listen, man. You were right about him being a great competitor, a real monster, all that. But I'm just not sure if he gets it, y'know? He just seems like he could care less about us, and what we're all about. JAY Yeah. I mean, he's cool, I guess, but the hottest thing in primetime? Dunno about that. Stevens breathes deep, looking at his cohorts. STEVENS Listen...I've got to find a way to make this right. I want him on our side. Jay shrugs as Jumbo looks on, unmoving. Richards gets up and walks over to Chris, patting him on the shoulder. JAY Well, I wish I could help, boss. But I got nothin'. Anyway, I'm gonna go check out the merchandise stands, se if I can't find me a Jay Richards foam finger. Lemme know if you need me. Stevens waves the smiling Richards away, and he heads for the door. JUMBO I don't think they make those... Jay laughs as he leaves, and Jumbo chuckles before turning back to face Stevens. Stevens looks at his old friend and bodyguard helplessly, and Jumbo appears to be deep in thought. JUMBO Listen, man. I'm not sure I trust this guy, and before we go on, I want you to know that. But I do trust you, and if you want him on our side, so be it. STEVENS I understand. Jumbo hesitates a moment before speaking. JUMBO Okay....I have an idea. Stevens perks up, looking at his big henchman. STEVENS Go on..... Commercial break, just to leave you hanging Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 21, 2005 COLE You know what I love? CABOOSE Sucking co- COLE That's right! Promos! I love promos. Cue: "Quiet" The buzzing guitars are accompanied by a mixed reaction from the packed crowd as "the Ice Heart", Dan Black walks down to the ring in a typically sharp suit. Black adjusts his tie and smoothes back his hair before entering the ring where a microphone is provided. COACH It's been a bad time for Dan Black of late. Twice in a row on PPV he's been defeated in tag competition by the likes of GPX and Crystal. CABOOSE While Tony Brannigan hit new heights, winning the much coveted World Title, Dan has been struggling. The crowd is mostly quiet, actually waiting to here what Black has to say rather than giving him his usual chorus of boos. BLACK Good evening, everybody. (he pauses) These are strange times in the OAOAST. On one hand, my good friend Tony Brannigan finally got what he deserved. Things looked good. On the other, it was taken away from him with predictable haste. And now, alliances are being formed. Some people in this company are very bitter about their position. And yes, yes, before you say 'Oh, Dan Black's such a hypocrite, he's more bitter than anyone' - I admit it. I'm bitter. I'm jaded. I look around the OAOAST and I see a sorry future. It seems like's there's only two alternatives. The way of the GPX and Drek Stone, where I and Tony and CWM stand aside. Or the way of someone like...Zack Malibu. The crowd POPS for the Franchise! BLACK Yeah, the company line! Let's all stick together, us veterans, let's save the company from these evil upstarts! Well, I've been doing a lot of thinking, these past weeks. And the question keeps coming up in my mind - why should I? Why should I side with people like Malibu? What has he ever done for me? Let me take you back a few years, to when the OAOAST had two shows. Monday nights, IntenseZone. For the best part of a year, that show was me, it was my life. I booked the show, I managed the show - I was the biggest name, the biggest talent on the show. And while the worthless roster that I got lumbered with struggled and toiled, what did the rest of the OAOAST do? They hung me out to dry. The Franchise, the man with all the influence, Zack Malibu - everytime a new talent appeared in the OAOAST, you could bet your life Malibu would ensure they turned up on HeldDown. This wasn't a war. It was a massacre. Dan pauses and looks around the arena, as the fans rumble with renewed hostility. BLACK And yes, this is history. Maybe I should be over it, but I'm not, and I won't be until I have satisfaction. I am the man to save the OAOAST from itself, to unite these warring factions. But to do that, I need to eliminate the man causing these divides, and we all know who that is. Zack, I want us to go at it one more time. But this time, it can't be just another wrestling match. I don't want to outsmart you, out wrestle you, I don't care about that. Pinning you, making you tap out - it won't be enough. It isn't about whose hand is raised at the end. This time I want to feel your bones break, your muscles tear, see your blood on my hands and hear you whimper in pain. No DQ, Street fight, falls count anywhere - whatever you want to call it, I want that match against you, and I want it at Licence To Pin. Dan drops the mic (thunk!) to a chorus of boos. He goes to leave the ring, but rather than his song being cued for his walk back to the dressing room, we hear the sounds of "Getting Away With Murder"! CABOOSE Mr. Black, I believe someone would like to respond to your concerns! Powered by the crowd pop, Zack Malibu walks fast to the ring, as Dan Black steps back and awaits him. Malibu climbs up the steps and into the ring, quickly coming to take the mic just as Dan was reaching down for it. A quick sneer is shot at Zack from his old foe, and Zack makes the "cut" motion for his music to be stopped. MALIBU So, now you've got issues too, huh? Now all of a sudden, all this stuff about how I jaded you, how I squashed your dreams, this is your new excuse to come at me? You know what, Dan...you and I both know that you're not just full of yourself, you're full of SHIT! The crowd ROARS at the zinger. MALIBU Because if you really wanted IntenseZone to succeed, it would have, but when you went through your metamorphisis and grew this ego, THAT was its downfall, because you turned a part of this company into nothing more than YOUR vanity project! IZ failed because YOU didn't WANT the top talent on that show. You purposely surrounded yourself with the unestablished and supposed washouts because you felt it would make you look superior, and it backfired, didn't it? Now that you have to deal with some actual competition, you're back to making excuses. You know what, Dan? I'm tired of making excuses. I'm tired of making counterpoints to these idle threats and stupid rumors brought out by you, or Drek Stone, or anyone. You asked me a question a few minutes ago, and here's your answer... WHACK! Zack drops the mic, and catches Dan off guard with a right hand! Dan is stunned, and he immediately dives for the legs, taking Zack down to the canvas, and the two are going at it in the center of the ring! COLE Security! We need this broken up! CABOOSE The bad blood has boiled over, and I think we've got a match set for LTP! Dan and Zack are quickly pulled apart by a slew of road agents and staff. Black threatens Zack's well being, while the frustrated Malibu, aggrivated at the lack of respect lately from Drek, the GPX, and now one of the Originals, tries to break the restraints and get at his arch rival. COLE You know, some other people in this business could stand to do more promo's like that. Quick and to the point! CABOOSE Talking about HHHim again, eh? COLE You know it. (Hears something over his headphones). I gotta kill a few seconds? Ok.....uh....let me talk about my day at the Mall of America with Hoff last week. We got there about three..... (5 minutes later) COLE ....and then Hoff said "Oh yeah? Show me where it says you need pants for the ball pit?" (Chuckles). Oh, we're ready for our next match guys.....guys? CABOOSE (reeking of gasoline and blowing out a match) Oh thank merciful heavens. Go to the ring, please. *DING DING DING* BUFFER The following contest, scheduled for one fall with a one hour time limit, is for the One and Only Anglesault Thread WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" CUE: "Sick" by Dope The heavy bass riff starts up as the entrance way is showered with boos. Gunner steps from behind the curtain to greet the crowd, storming down the ramp and into the ring. COLE The big man is focused tonight! He wants to be the OAOAST Champion! BUFFER Introducing first, the challenger. He stands seven feet tall and weighs in tonight at three hundred fifty pounds. A veteran who is feared all over the world, and a man who has the most dominant presence in the OAOAST. The master of the Sharp End Spear. From DEEEE-TROIT Michigan.... GUNNNERRRRR SHAAAAAAAAAAAARRRPPPSSS!!! Gunner punches his chest ala Rhino, and runs back and forth across the ring to warm up. "Sick" dies down, and it is soon replaced with the Metal tune of "Death Blooms" by Mudvayne. The crowd come alive as they wait for the arrival of their favourite. As the singing begins, Axel steps into the arena to a monsterous pop! BUFFER And his opponent, weighing in tonight at two hundred fifty-eight pounds, he is the only man to hold both the One and Only Anglesault Thread and HI-YAH World Heavyweight Championships, and the greatest wrestler to ever come out of Australiasia! The Master of the Axel Slam, he is YOUR Reigning and Defending OAOAST Heavyweight Champion of the WOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRLLLD... From Hobart, Tasmania, Australia. THIS! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAXXXELLLLLLLL! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!" Axel takes his trenchcoat off and steps straight into the ring, OAOAST Championship shining around his waist. He takes this off and raises it to the crowd, causing the fans to let out a huge cheer. Axel then gives the belt to the referee, who shows it to Gunner, and raises it to show to the crowd. Giving the title to the timekeeper, the ref calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* COLE And we are underway in this OAOAST Title match! Axel and Gunner immediately charge at each other and lock up, like two bulls trying to get position. Gunner, being taller and much heavier, backs Axel into the corner, causing the referee to call for a break. Gunner obliges and backs out of the corner, but not before taking the advantage with a knee to the midsection, causing Axel to clutch at his gut in pain. Gunner follows this shot up with a stiff shot to the forehead, followed by another to the stomach. Axel stumbles out of the corner, and Gunner this time makes his intentions clear, coming off the ropes, and landing a forearm to the spine of the champion, sending him to the mat. COLE Gunner using his power and perhaps a bit of cunning to get the advantage early in this contest. Sharps brings Axel to his feet and scoops him up, before slamming the champion hard on his back. Gunner follows this up by running to the ropes, charging, leaping into the air, and landing a stiff, hard knee drop, right to the face of Axel! The crowd let out a sigh after seeing this move, as the sound of knee on skull echoed around the arena! COACH Gunner hasn't actually wrestled a one on one contest for a significant period on HeldDown. He too has been frequenting HI-YAH in the last six months, as well as accompanying Crystal to the ring. COLE True Coach, he has been successfull in Japan, winning the newly initiated HI-YAH Super-Heavyweight Championship on two different occasions, and having some titanic battles with Yoshihiro Takayama over the title. It was here that Gunner honed his skills in strong-style wrestling. CABOOSE He certainly did Michael, and he demonstrated this right there. Axel's title reign my be in big trouble by the way Gunner looks tonight. Gunner follows this up by picking the champion up again in a gutwrench, before dropping him down over the big mans knee for a backbreaker! Axel writhes around on the mat in pain, and Gunner covers, but just gets a one count. COLE Big power move by Gunner! Gunner mounts the champion, and starts teeing off with big right hands. Axel tries to cover up, but the big man is too strong for the champion. Gunner lifts Axel to his feet again, this time standing behind the champion, and landing two hard forearms right into his back, followed by Gunner burying the point of the knee into his spine. Sharps picks Axel up for a Sidewalk Slam, but gives him a spine-shattering backbreaker! Gunner holds on to Axel, and drops him again for a second backbreaker! Then Gunner lifts Axel higher, spins around, and drops him over both of Gunner's knees for a third backbreaker! Cover by Gunner Sharps! ONE... TWOOONO! Axel kicks out at the count of two, signalling that he is far from done yet. COACH Does anyone else think that Gunner is much more aggressive and much more focused tonight? We haven't seen him in real action for months, and this is his first OAOAST Championship shot, so do you think he has been preparing for this for a lot longer that we believe? CABOOSE Definately. He's been planning this for a long while now. I don't like the guy because he and Crystal are on the side of Drek Stone, but I'm staying professional. COLE For once. CABOOSE Shut up. Gunner picks the champion up, who at this time is clutching at his back. Irish Whip by the big man, Axel comes off of the ropes, Gunner tries a tilt-a-whirl, but Axel slips down his back, and delivers a neckbreaker! COLE Nice counter by Axel Axel, still grabbing at his back, gets to his feet just as his opponent does so. The champion lands a European Uppercut, torquing Gunner's head backward. Front face lock applied by Axel, who jumps in the air, and lands on his knees, giving Gunner a modified neckbreaker! Axel then lifts the big man up, and pushes him into the corner, before opening up with right hands, chops, and open palm strikes of up to 25 in total! With Gunner reeling, Axel runs to the ropes, comes off, and floors the big man with a Harlem Side Kick! Cover by Axel! ONE... NO! Gunner kicks out before the referee can even count two. Axel picks Gunenr up to his feet straight away and signals ten fingers to the crowd, before beginning a barrage of European Uppercuts! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ...EVENFLOW DDT! COVER! ONE... TWOOOONO! Gunner kicks out once again at two, although he is shaken up from the attack. COACH Ten European uppercuts in a row from Axel, he is really working on Gunner's neck! Axel continues the punishment on Gunner by connecting with solid right hands. A big upercut later, and the champ is on fire! But whats this? COLE Wait a minute! COACH Can't we have one match without interference? ...ITS CWM! Axel turns around, and right into a POLLYCUTTER! *DING DING DING* COLE Wait! NO! CWM just ruined this OAOAST Title match! But why? BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner by Disqualification, and STILL OAOAST CHAMPIONNNN.. AAAAAAXEL! "BOOOOOOOOOOO!" CWM stands over the fallen champion and smirks, before leaving the ring. Axel, who has just come to, shakes the cobwebs out, and looks up at his attacker, wide-eyed. AXEL YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME? HUH? YOU DIDN'T GET ENOUGH LAST TIME I BEAT YOUR ASS? COME ON! COME ON!!!! COLE Axel is furious! This was beginning to be a great match, and a great title defense for the champion, but CWM ruined it! Why? I'm sure we'll find out! We'll be right back! Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 21, 2005 COLE (sighing) Okay folks, it's time for Brodie's interview from the sattalite. Now, I don't normally do this but parents, I might put the kids to bed. We all know how unpredictable this woman can be, as seen last week, so we strongly advise children to not watch this. (Cut to the videotron and to Brodie waiting) COLE Okay Brodie, first question... BRODIE Sorry Cole, this is going to be a one person interview. I don't need your bull(BLEEP) questions to say what I'm goin' to say. First off, this suspension is utter crap. This is wrestling! Damn, you introduce a little violence in a violent enviroment and you get punished? It's like suspending a baseball player for hitting homeruns! If that guy didn't want to get hurt, maybe he should have stayed the (BLEEP) away from the ring! COACH (muttering) Thank god for 7 second delays... BRODIE Aw, did he lose his eyesight? Tough (BLEEP). He should be god-damned grateful I didn't stab out both his eyes for getting in between me and Jenny! Oh, and Jenny? Watch you back (BLEEP), because that $7500 is mine! And wasn't it cute seeing Jenny so rageful last Thursday? Am I suppose to be scared of a girl who I outweighed when I was in elementary school because she got angry? (BLEEP) that (BLEEP). Isn't it just convienant that Jenny challenges me when I'm suspended? Oooooh, aren't you tough? Face it short stuff, you were just trying to save face. There is no way you'd meet me anywhere but a one-on-one straight up wrestling match. I'll give you that, you're a good wrestler. But tough? (BLEEP) no. You wouldn't have the guts. (The crowd suddenly cheers when they see the familiar figure of Jenny Adams emerging from the curtain) JENNY Try me. Brodie, I'll fight you anywhere, anytime, anyplace. I'm am SICK of you and your bully tactics! You don't think I have the guts? I don't think you do! So you know what I did? I went to Josie and told her that I wanted a match with you at License to Pin. Since you're suspended, it'll be unsanctioned! Josie and the OAOAST have NOTHING to do with this. It's just you and me Brodie, anything goes! BRODIE HA! You're on sweetheart. You think you can come out alive from this? Damn, you're making this me collecting money thing a whole lot (BLEEP)ing easier. We'll see what happens to you when you've got no rules to protect you. You're going to die (BLEEP). With that, Brodie rips off her microphone while the camera fades on Jenny's angry face... License to Pin One week from Sunday ONLY on PPV!! COLE Well, up next, we have ourselves a match that's been a few weeks in the waiting. This was scheduled to be a big match on the Great Angle Bash card. But due to a sneak attack by Women's Division competitor Serena Blackmore on Jade Rodez, this didn't go ahead. It's Bohemoth, HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion, to take on challenger Leon Rodez. And of course, we saw these two mix it up earlier... CABOOSE That was horrible. Poor Christian Wright got screwed out of the X-Division Title because Lord Loverocket came out here and stuck his nose where it didn't belong! COLE Lord Loverocket? CABOOSE When I get angry, my wit isn't as strong as it usually is. COLE In any case, this'll be the first time the HI-YAH Title has been defended on American soil. Bohemoth defended the belt recently in Japan, but hasn't done so here yet...until now. COACH Hopefully. COLE ...yeah. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time-limit...and it is for the HI-YAH WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!! "YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" BUFFER In this match, HI-YAH Rules will be in effect. 20 counts will be observed on the floor and throwing an opponent over the top-rope is an automatic disqualification, at the referee's discretion. Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from GRAND RAPIDS, MICHIGAN... "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" CABOOSE Ugh. BUFFER ...he weighs in at two hundred, twenty eight pounds! "SILKY SMOOTH"... LLLEEEEEEOOOONN... RRRRRROOOOODDEEEEEZZZZZZZ!!!!! *GOOOOONG!* "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" "GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN, GET DOWN!" The crowd go BANANA~ for the 'hometown' hero as "Jungle Boogie" by Kool and the Gang hits, heralding the arrival of Leon Rodez! Dancing out through the curtains, Rodez beams from ear to ear as he stares out into the Michigan crowd. Rodez then pumps his fist to his heart, before walking on down to the ring, his black and yellow robe flowing behind him. COACH Well, this is a step forward from the Bash. We have Rodez out from the back. COLE And what a reaction from the crowd for the Michigan native, eh? Rodez bypassing the ring and circles the ringside area, tagging the fans of his fellow Michiganers on the way around. Oh, and Coach. I don't know where Cole is from. I don't particularly care, either. Reaching his starting point, Rodez finally rolls into the ring and leaps to the middle rope, looking out into the crowd again. Rodez then leaps down, removing his robe and putting it around the shoulders of Michael Buffer. CABOOSE What an idiot. COLE The same idiot that helped you score a win last week? CABOOSE ...still an idiot. Rodez goes through some last minute warm-ups...as suddenly, the strains of AC/DC's "Back In Black" sound out through the Joe Lou, as pimping as ever. First to emerge through the curtains is Christian Wright, unsurprisingly getting some heavy, heavy boos. As behind him follows the HI-YAH Heavyweight Champ himself, Bohemoth. With the belt hanging over his shoulder, Bohemoth shows off TEH GUNZ0RS~!, to applause from Wright and Wright only. BUFFER And, his opponent. Accompanied to the ring by Christian Wright...from Greenville, South Carolina! He weighs two hundred and eighty four pounds. The reigning and defending HI-YAH HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD~! This is... BOOOOOOOOO - HHEEEEEEEEMMOOOOOTTTHHHHHH!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Wright leads the way for his champion bodyguard, arguing with various out-spoken fans on the way. Behind him, Bohemoth is completely focused on his opponent in the ring, not taking his eyes off of Rodez as he walks to the ring. COLE Bohemoth has been champion since June 23rd, so he's approaching the one month mark as champion. Only one title defence thus far though and certainly, this'll be his biggest. As he reaches the ring, Bohemoth recieves a pat on the back from his compadré Christian, before jogging up the ring steps. Bohemoth then enters, Rodez not backing down as the bigman strolls up to him, making sure Rodez gets a good look at the belt that he owns. Looking back, Rodez smirks and makes the world recognised 'belt motion' in Bohemoth's direction. Referee Mike Choida takes the title from Bohemoth, raising it aloft as the prize for this match, obviously in a hurry to get the match underway before all hell can break loose. Tensions continue to run high, as Chioda passes the belt out to ringside and quickly signals for the bell... *DINGDINGDING!* ...and immediately, the fight picks up from where it had left off earlier in the night, as both men dive forward with right hands flying! The scuffle drops to the mat, Bohemoth mounting Rodez and swiping from left to right with crossfaces. Rodez manages to turn over though, mounting Bo with some of his own right hands. Referee Choida tries to get the fight apart. But he doesn't need to, as Bohemoth shoves Rodez off of him and both men roll to their feet. Charging forward, Bo looks for a clothesline but Rodez ducks underneath. Hitting the ropes in front, Rodez quickly leaves his feet, catching Bo as he turns with a flying forearm that sends the big man staggering backwards. Rodez hits the ropes again, this time with a clothesline that doesn't budge Bo much. He tries again, but again Bo holds firm. So Rodez hits the ropes once more, ducking underneath a wild swing from Bohemoth...AND JABBING HIM IN THE EYES!! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" CABOOSE Oh, you're kidding me! Bohemoth blindly stumbles around the ring, as Rodez lines him up, hitting a jab! A jab! A jab! ...Bo goes for the knee with a quick kick. Two, three, four more kicks rock the 'exposed' knee of the challenger before Bo grabs Rodez, whipping him towards the turnbuckles. Rodez hits the corner sternum first and staggers out, Bo right behind him with a clothesline that crushes him against the buckles a second time. Turning slowly around, Rodez takes a quick kick to the gut. And one to the knee. Before Bo fires off three quick kicks to the gut again, following them up with a hard haymaker which connects with Rodez's jaw! Slumping, Rodez is dazed, as Bo pulls him out of the corner by the hair. With a double handed shove, Bo launches Leon back into the corner, charging in with a shoulder to the gut. And a second. A third! Bo backs off, waiting for Rodez to fall to a knee before whipping him off the ropes. Rodez shoots back, ducking a clothesline...and a back elbow...and a second clothesline, grabbing the ropes this time to stop his momentum, which leaves Bohemoth stranded for a moment. Bo slowly lumbers around in his search for Rodez... RODEZ IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT *beep*ER!?! "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" The furious HI-YAH Champ sprints at Rodez, but Rodez is waiting, drop-toe-holding Bo throat-first across the middle rope! The crowd erupt as Rodez starts to do a little disjointed jig on the spot. Rodez then hits the opposite ropes and sprints back at top speed directly at Bo, driving all of his body weight into the lower back!! COACH CALL THAT BITCH BOJANGLES, YOOO~! RODEZ C'MON BEH-BAY! COLE Leon Rodez firing up here! Clutching his back, Bo walks gingerly away from the ropes. Rodez is waiting, connecting with a dropkick that sends Bohemoth crashing through the ring ropes and out to the floor. Watching on despairingly, Christian Wright rushes over to check on his man, while Rodez backs into a neutral corner, kicking his feet up and lounging across the top rope. COLE Well, not a successful start for Bohemoth. CABOOSE Well he got poked in the eyes! What do you expect? Fuming on the floor, Bohemoth ignores the fact he has a 20 count on the floor as he slides immediately back in and storms towards Rodez. Hopping off the ropes, Rodez meets Bohemoth coming with right hands, rocking the champion back a step. Rodez hits a good seven to eight punches before halting his barrage and grabbing an arm, looing for an irish whip. Bo stands firm though, digging his heels in and preventing the whip. Bo then yanks Rodez forward with a whip of his own, watching him rebound off the ropes before throwing up a boo...NO! Rodez slides underneath the boot, reaching up and cradling Bohemoth up into a schoolboy... 1... 2... Kickout. Coming to his feet, Bo swings wildly and misses. Rodez waits for him to spin back around before ducking low, lifting Bo by the waist and managing to get an inverted atomic drop off. Stopping to shake off some pain in his knee, Rodez then hooks on a front facelock and throws over the arm for a suplex. Bo blocks once, so Rodez grabs the wrist and twists out in front, hitting a boot and finally getting his whip on the champion. Back shoots Bohemoth, Rodez springing off his feet as he returns, firing a spinning back elbow into the jaw of the bodyguard turned wrestler! Bo comes to a skidding halt, holding his jaw, while Rodez clambers back up. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" The chants of the crowd cause Rodez to stop momentarily, acknowledging his home-state fans. He then goes back to the offense, pushing Bo back a step... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOO!" ...and lashes him with a knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOO!" ...and a second. Rodez then takes a back step, firing of a jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! Leon turns, blowing the kiss, before turning around... *WHAM!* ...and getting his head TAKEN OFF with a STIFF~! Lariat!! COLE Good Lord! As Rodez flops and flaps on the mat, Bohemoth drops down and makes a casual cover... 1... 2... Kickout. As he gets to his feet Bohemoth stumbles back, as Rodez desperately and weakly tries to irish whip him to the corner. The big man stands firm though, and Rodez doesn’t have enough power to throw Bo across the ring. Instead Bo reverses, sending Rodez crashing into the opposite corner…before following in with a body (and ring) shaking running shoulder charge! Unable to stands Rodez collapses forwards, as Bo flips him onto his back, and drops a big leg across the throat. Quickly Bo goes for a cover, as Chioda is down to count… 1... 2... NO! COLE Rodez needs to stop going for that irish whip. Those muscles aren't just for show...the gun show, if you will...Bohemoth really is a stong SOB. From the outside, Wright lambasts Chioda about his 'slow' count. But Chioda doesn't know what lamabst means and ignores the yelling. Pulling Leon up once more, Bohemoth hooks one arm around the challenger's head before grabbing a handful of tights. Bo then takes a quick, threatening glance out into the Detroit crowd, before popping his hips and taking Rodez up into a suplex position. As he reaches the peak of the suplex though, Rodez manages to wriggle out of Bo's grasp and lands on his feet behind. Before Bo can react, Leon jumps forward hooking an arm around the back of Bo's head, and bulldogging his him face-first into the mat! "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Getting up, Rodez is greeted with a torrent of abuse by Christian Wright standing in his eyeline on the floor…which he just smiles off. Bohemoth very quickly starts to get up from the Bulldog, but meets Leon’s boots as he dropkicks him in the face, making a cover... 1... 2... Kickout. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" With the fans behind him, Rodez encourages Bohemoth to get back up. Which the bigman does. Rodez is waiting, going low and charging with all his might to push the champion back into the turnbuckles. Reaching down, Bohemoth latches his arms around Rodez's waist with a standing headscissors almost applied. But Rodez begins to charge with his shoulder, as Bohemoth had earlier. Eventually Bohemoth gives up his grip, allowing Rodez to carefully stand back up... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOO!" ...and connect again with the chop. Growling through the pain, Bohemoth reaches forward and grabs Rodez behind the head, spinning him into the corner. As he finds himself backed in though, Rodez throws up his feet, planting them in the chest of the Champion. Bohemoth staggers back a little at a loss for breath, giving Rodez time to push himself onto the middle rope. Again Bo charges, but again he gets a boot planted in his sternum. Away staggers the Champ again, far enough for Rodez to launch off the ropes, hooking the head and swinging Bohemoth around with a flying, swinging Tornado DDT!! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Planted him! As Bohemoth slumps, Rodez drops an arm on top for a quick pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Rodez abandons the one-arm cover, making a better attempt at the pin... 1... 2... Kickout again. CABOOSE Ah, he missed a big opportunity with that poor excuse for a cover. COLE Rodez went for speed rather than effectiveness and it failed to satisfy. CABOOSE Yeah, I heard that was a problem in his last job too. COLE AND CABOOSE *high-five* COLE Perfect set-up, perfect execution. CABOOSE And, yet, I feel so dirty. In the midst of the CCC idiocy (that's not coo'), Rodez has brought Bohemoth back up and is laying into him with a series of right hands. Pausing momentarily, Rodez begs Bo to take a free shot at his chin. Bohemoth tries, but Rodez weaves behind him, latching his arms under Bohemoth's chin and dragging him down onto his knees spine first!! COLE Lungblower!! Bohemoth arches off of Rodez and lands to his side, holding his back. Looking to follow up quickly, Rodez drops straight south with a back senton across the spine! Groans and moans escape the HI-YAH Champ, as Rodez rolls him over an attempts another pinfall... 1... 2... Kickout again!! COLE It seems like Bohemoth may have met his match. He's obviously an impressive athlete, but experience is not on his side tonight...and, quite frankly, he's being out-wrestled. Unable to do anything more than watch on in despair, Christian Wright tries to will Bohemoth to do something. But his bad back means all he can do is use the ropes to pull himself up. Rodez is waiting, using a side waistlock to send him into the ropes. As Bohemoth rebounds, Rodez drops to one knee and extends an elbow for Bo to run into. The champion doubles over, as Rodez reaches up and snapmares him over. Rodez then jigs back, measuring the exact point on Bo's spine he wants to connect with... *SMACK!* ...and PUNTS him with a Dragon Kick! Smirking, Rodez watches an imaginary football soar off into the distance, as Bohemoth writhes in pain behind him. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" The crowd are diggin' it. But Christian Wright is not, saying enough is enough finally and jumping onto the apron. Chioda quickly goes over to Wright to order him off the apron and back to ringside. But suddenly, Rodez pulls Chioda aside and tells him not to worry about Wright, because there's nothing he can actually do! Chioda doesn't seem to agree, but follows Rodez's lead, as the challenger blatantly ignores Wright! CABOOSE Wha...HEY! YOU SHOULD BE DISTRACTED, IDIOT!! COLE Why? Wright can't touch Rodez outside of a match environment, remember? If Chioda and Rodez ignore him, there's nothing he can do. CABOOSE Wait...damn it, you're right! The one time you're right and it has to be about that? Damn! As Wright stands aimlessly waving his arms, trying to get someone...anyone's attention, Rodez goes back over to Bohemoth. A high knee to the back sends Bo stumbling into the corner, connecting sternum first. Out staggers Bohemoth, Rodez sliding to his side and tripping Bo from the side with an STO. Right in position. Position, for the 450! The crowd pop as Rodez exits the ring, climbing up the ropes with Bohemoth still down and hurting. Nothing can stop Rodez now it seems... ...until the ropes beneath him shake uncontrollably, causing him to be crotched on the top rope!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Damn it, Wright just crotched Rodez!! CABOOSE Didn't touch him. Doesn't matter. *DINGDINGDING!* CABOOSE What the hell!?! COLE I think it matter to Mike Chioda! He's calling for the bell and this one is over here! Boos sound out through the crowd, as Wright feigns a little anger at his man presumably getting DQed. Rodez remains crotched up top meanwhile. Bohemoth meanwhile gets pulled from the ring by Wright, who helps his man (and belt) away from the ring. BUFFER Your winner of this match, as a result of a disqualification...LEON RODEZ!! "YEEEAAAHH!" BUFFER But, STILL your HIYAH World Heavyweight Champion...BOHEMOTH!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" CABOOSE Man, what a crappy ending. COACH Hey, give the kid a break, he already wrote the Women's Match. He just ran out of time again, s'all. CABOOSE ... COLE ... COACH What? It's true! QUICKLY cutting to the back now: The camera cuts backstage, where Vitamin X is shown talking to a speakerphone. The crowd boos the Financial Consultant of The Lightning Crew. Vitamin X is pacing back and forth, upset about something. VITAMIN X How many pay-per-views have I been on since I joined? One! How many feuds have I had since I joined? Zero! How many title shots have I had since I joined? Well a few, but those happen once in a blue moon! PRL (over the speakerphone) And you’re blaming me for all of that? I’m not your mommy. I can’t watch over you 24/7. VITAMIN X But you can get these title shots for me. You can get me on the pay-per-views. You’re being managed by Popick! I’m sure he can slip me into License To Pin. PRL Sorry, X. But Popick has a bunch of other things on his mind. One of which is getting me a World Title shot, don’t think we’ve forgotten about that. VITAMIN X Listen, PR. I joined The Lightning Crew on May 27, 2003. That was 2 years ago! And in that time, I haven’t become the superstar I set out to be! People think of me as your lackey, and I don’t like that at all. I don’t want to just be known as a member of The Lightning Crew or the Financial Consultant of The Lightning Crew. I want to be known as an actual wrestler. I want to be a headliner. I want to be an icon. I want to be a main eventer. I want to be a show-stoppah~! PRL Well, you can start your path by making up your own catchphrases. Listen, X, I can’t do any of this for you. You have to do it on your own. YOU! Not me! YOU! Being a member of The Lightning Crew allows you to take these chances that you couldn’t get anywhere else. But, YOU have to do it on your own. So, if you want to be a make a name for yourself, then just go out to the ring, and say, “I want a match!” VITAMIN X Wait. That’s it? PRL Yeah. If you want to be a singles superstar so bad, then, to quote Britney Spears, “why don’t you do something?” VITAMIN X Yeah. Yeah. You’re right. You’re absolutely right! I’m going to put my foot down, and do something! PRL There ya go. You’re on the right path already. VITAMIN X Okay. I’ll go to the ring right now. That’s what I’ll do. PRL Yeah. You do that! VITAMIN X Okay. I’ll go right now! Thanks PRL. You really are a great friend. PRL Hey, don’t mention it. Vitamin X takes a deep breath. VITAMIN X LET’S DO IT!!! Vitamin X opens the door, and exits, screaming. The camera zooms in on the speakerphone. (FADE OUT) Commercial break. We're just BEGGING for people to buy our crap now. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 22, 2005 As we return, "Calling Dr. Love" rocks out as the HIYAH International Tag Team Champions come jogging down to the ring. Dr Max Anderson and Dr Steve Pigley slap hands with fans on their way. Wearing green scrubs and their title belts, the Docs slide into the ring and salute the crowd. COLE It's been sometime since we've seen the Docs here on HeldDown. COACH They've been in Japan for the past few months, defending their tag titles against a variety of teams - and still hold them! Dr Max has a mic. DR ANDERSON It's great to be back here in the OAOAST! We know all you fans have been deprived of your regular injections of love medicine, but we're back and better than ever! DR PIGLEY So throw away your pills, prepare to be cured of your ills, no need to frown, just open wide and let the medicine go DOWN! CABOOSE Well that was lame. COLE *panting* That was awesome! DR ANDERSON We're prepared to give anyone in the back a shot at our titles, right here, right now. COACH Wow! I wonder who'll step up to challenge? The Docs are bouncing on the spot, looking at the entrance way, when suddenly two large masked figures come out of the crowd! Dressed all in black, they sneak into the ring and wait behind the Docs...who, responding to the crowd, slowly turn...into an F5 for Max from one masked man and a tombstone piledriver for Pigley from the other! COACH Oh my! Those guys must be at least 300lbs each! The masked men look down at the Docs and then just throw them out of the ring. One of them grabs the mic. MASKED MAN This is what happens when you play God, you frauds! We're going to be back to make your lives a misery, each and every week! The masked man throws his mic onto Max and the two leave to a shocked silence. COLE Well...the Docs return, and immediately get laid out by two masked mystery men! CABOOSE Mystery men suck. COLE Well, I hope so. Er, I mean, not this time! I guarantee it'll be good! "LIGHTNING CREW!!!" As OAOAST officials help carry the Love Doctors up the aisle, the booming voice announces that a member of the Lightning Crew is on his way out and the crowd immediately starts booing. "No Chance in Hell" by Bradley Boyds begins to play as the lights flash to the beat of the song. The fans ready their trash to throw as they expect Tha Puerto Rican to come out, but instead Vitamin X comes out to the stage. COLE Well this is unexpected. Vitamin X does the Shane-o-Mac Shuffle, much to the chagrin of the crowd, and then he focuses on something in the front row. Vitamin X walks down the ramp with a purpose as something has caught his attention. COLE What is he looking at? COACH I don't know. CABOOSE Maybe he's had enough of your commentary and is coming to give you the boot Coach. Vitamin X walks over to the time keeper's table and grabs the mic out of his hand so quickly that the time keeper almost gets dragged along. He then walks over to a fan in the front row and stares him down as if he cannot believe what he's seeing. COLE He came out here for a fan? CABOOSE Wait a minute that's no fan! VITAMIN X What the hell?? I couldn't believe my eyes when I was watching the monitors backstage so I had to come out here and see this for myself. It seems we have a bonified OAOAST Legend in attendance tonight! The camera pans over to show The Parka (without his mask) and Eddy Kalm sitting in the front row and the fans cheer loudly when they appear on the Angle Tron. VITAMIN X Stand up and wave to the fans. COLE Why do I get the feeling Vitamin X isn't out here for an autograph? Parka stands up and does a polite wave, but it is obvious that he is leary of Vitamin X's motives. VITAMIN X I heard about your back injury and all and I was beginning to think we'd never see you again, but then someone backstage says they saw you in the crowd. Sure enough I look and there you are. So I think to myself I just have to come out here and see this because I just need to know if the rumors are true. COLE What rumors? COACH Oh no...I think I know where X is going with this. VITAMIN X See I heard a nasty rumor that ever since you've been injured you fell into a bit of a depression and being the kind of person I am I had to come out here and check on you. The fans boo and some chant "bullsh*t" COLE This isn't the right setting to be discussing a man's personal life. VITAMIN X I know we never got along backstage and you have no love lost for the Lightning Crew, but that's not going to stop me from coming out here tonight and witnessing first hand what a complete loser you've become! *X laughs to himself* COLE Oh come on! VITAMIN X I heard you have let your precious El Camino become a piece of junk because you were too depressed to work on it. Did you drive it here tonight or were you too sad to drive as well? Parka looks pissed as Vitamin X continues insulting him. VITAMIN X What's the matter huh? Are you sad because your former tag team partner is actually doing something with his career while you sit around and do God knows what? You know what? You just made my day, because seeing you here tonight makes me feel better about myself. I can rest easier tonight because I know that I am THAT much better than YOU! I'm beginning to think that maybe you faked that injury because anything was better than sitting around playing sidekick to some superhero wannabe while your former partner was winning titles! Parka finally has enough and grabs Vitamin X by his shirt and pulls him close enough to use the mic. VITAMIN X Hey hey hey!! Watch the shirt it's worth more than anything you own! PARKA I don't care about your stupid shirt! I didn't fake a damn thing! You can go back and watch that cage match against The Machine! I damn near broke my back in that match and I went through months of rehab! I didn't come here tonight so you could make a name for yourself at my expense! I came here to enjoy the show and see some old friends. Last time I checked you're not an old friend! Parka shoves Vitamin X back and goes to leave, but as he turns his back Vitamin X nails him with the mic to the head. The sound of mic on skull echoes throughout the arena as the fans boo loudly. Parka stumbles forward, but Eddy keeps him from falling. When Parka goes to retaliate security, led by Carl Winslow, rushes down and steps between the two men. COACH I've never seen Carl move that fast! CABOOSE Someone must have told him Parka was hiding a bag of donuts in his pocket. VITAMIN X You're right I am out here to make a name for myself. Tha Puerto Rican told me to make opportunities instead of waiting for them and that's exactly what I did! Carpe Diem baby! You are just an example of everything that I'm not! You sit on your ass and let the world pass you by, but I, on the other hand, am taking control of my life. I decided to make you my first example of why I'm not only better than you, but I'm better than everyone here, except for Tha Puerto Rican of course. Vitamin X tosses the mic down and leaves as security continues to hold Parka back. We fade out to commercial on Parka's pissed off face. A quick commerical break. Ths is starting to seem like an episode of Smackdown Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 22, 2005 We fade in to The Lightning Crew dressing room, where The LC members congratulate Vitamin X on what he just did. CUBAN WALL Man, you did great. THOMAS RODRIGUEZ You certainly showed him! MR. BORICUA Good. Job. VITAMIN X Hey, PRL, did you see what I did? PRL (over speakerphone) Yeah. I’m very pleased. If I could, I’d fly from Miami to Detroit right now, and shake your hand. You did The Lightning Crew proud! VITAMIN X Thanks P.R. That really means a lot to me! PRL Now, you have to continue your attack. You drew first blood, but don’t stop. Attack Parka before he attacks you! VITAMIN X Yes, boss. I will. I’ll do it for you, I’ll do it for The Lightning Crew, but most of all, I’ll do it for myself! PRL That’s exactly the right attitude to have! You are strong. You are powerful. You are Vitamin X! VITAMIN X BOO-YAH! PRL X! X! X! X! X! X! The LC chant “X! X! X!” along with PRL. The crowd boos loudly. Vitamin X has a wide smile on his face. Cut back to Triple C! COLE I don’t believe it! Vitamin X picked on Parka, and he’s getting congratulated for it! CABOOSE He’s trying to make a name for himself Cole. And what better way to do it than by attacking an OAOAST legend? COLE Vitamin X was just being a jerk to Parka! COACH And you’re shocked? Since when is a Lightning Crew member nice and courteous? COLE Good point. CABOOSE Well, I liked it! I’ve been a Vitamin X fan since day one, so I’m rooting for him in whatever he does. COLE It looks like Vitamin X wants to use Parka as a stepping stone to a singles career. CABOOSE And hopefully, by destroying Parka, people will look at Vitamin X as an actual superstar, and not as PRL’s lackey. COLE Well, time will tell with that. On the bright side, maybe this will lead to the in-ring return of The Parka! COACH Yeah! COLE But right now, it's time for our main event. Hoff vs. Some Guy for the #1 contendership! The house lights go down as "Sexy Boy" hits and the crowd goes wild!! COLE Folks, we are all set for our main event, and it promises to be a wild one! Hoff defending his AngleSlam title shot against the legendary Some Guy! Spotlights shine on the stage as the incomparable Some Guy steps out from behind the curtain! The fans let out a big cheer as the veteran superstar pumps his fist, firing up the crowd as he walks down the ramp! COACH Man, what an opportunity for Some Guy tonight! Here's a guy who's never had a whole lot of "big time" chances in his storied career, but tonight he has the chance to make it a reality! CABOOSE Taking nothing away from Some Guy, who I have a lot of respect for on a professional level, but...as much as it pains me to say it, he may not be up to this challenge. Right now, no one is hotter than Hoff, and I don't know if anyone, except of course for Drek Stone, is wrestling better. COACH Hoff has been on a tear, but look at Some Guy! He looks fired up! CABOOSE We'll see how far "spunk" takes him, Coachman. Some Guy slaps some fans' hands on his way to the ring, then climbs onto the apron, shaking his hips before stepping into the ring. SG does the DANCE~, sending the fans into a squeal of delight! He comes out of his groove and does the muscle stretch, raising his fist overhead. COLE There he is, the man with one hell of a chance tonight. Some Guy looks ready. The house lights come up, then back down as "Black" kicks in to a MASSIVE ovation!! *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM~!* THE FANS GO WILD as Hoff steps onto the stage!! COLE But can he beat this man?! Hoff looks across the fans, looking serious, ready for battle...then ROARS as he throws a fist into the air!! The fans are in a frenzy, cheering for the #1 contender to the World Title as he makes his way down the aisle. Hoff stops halfway down the aisle, pointing to four fans in the upper deck holding signs with the letters of his name on them. COACH No doubt the fans love this guy! And who wouldn't!! CABOOSE I wouldn't. Anyone who makes me miss you is a bad, bad person. COACH Awwwwww, Boo-boo, you sweetie... CABOOSE Don't touch me. Hoff slides into the ring, shooting a gaze at Some Guy, who looks right back with determination etched on his face. Hoff turns to the corner and climbs onto the ropes, throwing his right arm up, making a fist and soaking in the adulation of the 20,000 plus fans on hand. Hoff climbs down, then strides cross-corner, climbing onto the opposite ropes and flexing, letting out another roar as he shows off his massive physique. COLE The #1 contender to Axel's World Heavyweight Championship, looking to be in the best shape of his life. After months of chasing the title, he has beaten Drek Stone, he has won the Battlebowl, and at AngleSlam he looks to make the dream a reality. But first, he'll have to get past Some Guy tonight. Hoff climbs off the corner as his music fades out and the arena lights come up. Referee Charles Robinson sends both Hoff and Some Guy to their corners, checking them for foreign objetcs as Michael Buffer earns his pay. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, it is now time for the main event of the evening! Scheduled for one fall, this match is for the #1 contendership to the OAOAST Heavyweight Championship of the World!! Introducing first, to my right, and weighing in at two-hundred and seventy-five pounds, he is the number-one contender. He is the future......ladies and gentlemen, THIS...IS...HOFF!!!!!!!!! Hoff smirks as the fans give a HUGE cheer for his introduction. The fans pick up the familiar chant of "HOFF! HOFF! HOFF!" BUFFER And his opponent this evening. Weighing in at 245 pounds, tonight he has the opportunity to earn a shot at the World Championship. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome....SOME GUYYYYYYYYY!!!! Some Guy turns and climbs up the corner, spreading his arms on the second rope and basking in the fans' love. The crowd gives him a hearty cheer as he poses. BUFFER So, for the thousands in attendance, for the millions watching at home....LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLET'S GET READY TO RUM-BLLLLLLLLLLE!!!!! The hot Detroit crowd even cheers Michael Buffer's famous line as the famous ring announcer exits to the outside. Some Guy and Hoff get waved together by Robinson, meeting in the center of the ring as Li'l Naitch reads off the rules for the evening's contest. COLE Look at the eyes of both of these guys. Hoff and Some Guy stare at each other, paying less than lip service to Robinson's instructions. CABOOSE There's some measure of respect between these two, even though neither one probably deserves it. Heh. But anyway, respect aside, nothing matters more right now than victory. To win is to main event the second-biggest show of the year. The hottest wrestling show of the summer. To lose is to go home empty. Some Guy would kill for that shot, and I think Hoff might die defending it. Robinson finishes his lecture, and both competitors nod in agreement. Robinson backs away, waves them together, and calls for the bell! *ding ding ding ding ding* COLE Here we go!! Hoff and Some Guy immediately lock up, sending the crowd buzzing! The big man pushes SG to the corner, and Robinson calls for the break! 1, 2, 3, and Hoff gives a clean break well before the five-count. Robinson pushes the two apart, letting Some Guy get his bearings. Some Guy looks at Hoff, shaking his hair loose as he comes forward. COLE Hoff with a clean break. You know, as much as these guys want to win this, I think they want to keep it clean. CABOOSE That's true. Idiots like these have this prevailing sense of "honor." Hoff, with a wry grin, waves SG on, and the veteran grappler darts forward, locking up with the big man once again! Some Guy actually pushes Hoff back a step, but the big man spins his smaller opponent around and throws him into the corner! Hoff walks toward Some Guy, but Some Guy comes firing out with an elbow to the face!! Hoff steps back, and Some Guy fires off a jab! Another jab! A third jab catches Hoff in the jaw, sending him into the ropes! Some Guy catches Hoff off of the bounce and whips him toward the far side, but Hoff reverses and sends SG to the strands! Hoff throws a back elbow, but Some Guy ducks and keeps running! A backdrop attempt is leapfrogged by Some Guy, and the charismatic superstar keeps running! Hoff turns, and Some Guy charges with a clothesline...but Hoff catches him around the waist and THROWS him over the shoulder with a belly-to-belly throw!! The fans go WILD as Some Guy slides across the ring, rolling to the outside!! "HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF!" Some Guy slaps the mat, looking at his opponent with disdain as the big man beckons him into the ring. Some Guy rolls into the ring, using the ropes to pull himself up near the corner. COLE So Hoff scores the first big knockdown in this fight. COACH Both these guys are pretty quick, Mikey. I think that Some Guy definitely has the edge in speed, but Hoff can surprise you with a big move outta nowhere! Hoff smiles as Some Guy pulls up his kneepad, then begins pacing around the big man. The two grapplers circle, looking for an opening, before locking up in the center of the ring! The fans cheer as Hoff gets the early advantage, ducking behind Some Guy with a hammerlock, but Some Guy reverses the hold, wrenching Hoff's arm behind him! Hoff reaches his arm back, grabbing Some Guy around the back of the head and flips him over! Some Guy hits the mat hard, and Hoff drops a leg, but Some Guy sits up and avoids the blow! SG grabs Hoff's legs, rolling him up in a jacknife hold! Robinson counts, but Hoff pops out of the pinning combination at two! The fans applaud as Some Guy rolls up to his feet before Hoff, and the big man looks at his opponent with a raise of the eyebrow. COLE Once again, Hoff showing respect for his foe. Hoff knows what Some Guy can do in there; he's proven it time and time again. CABOOSE Yeah, but Hoff is a former World Champion, something Some Guy has never been able to do. Hoff gets to his feet and the two lock up once more, going collar-and-elbow. Hoff pushes Some Guy back a step, and another, but the crafty veteran slips out of Hoff's grasp and grabs him from behind! Some Guy with a rear waistlock, and he lifts Hoff off of his feet and plants him on his stomach with a takedown! Some Guy grabs Hoff by the head, applying a side headlock as Hoff lies on the mat! COLE It definitely works to Some Guy's advantage to keep Hoff on the mat, away from his feet where he can throw all those deadly suplexes! Some Guy cinches in the headlock, but Hoff climbs to his hands and knees. The fans cheer as the big man gets to his feet, but Some Guy keeps the headlock applied! Hoff throws an elbow to the midsection, and another, and SG finally lets go! Hoff grabs Some Guy's waist and throws him into the ropes, catching him with a shoulder block that sends him to the canvas! Some Guy rolls to his feet and runs the ropes, charging at Hoff, who catches him with another shoulderblock! Some Guy pops right back up, though, and charges at Hoff again, but this time he slides under Hoff's legs! The fans pop as Some Guy grabs Hoff's ankles, tripping Hoff and sending him to the mat! CABOOSE That's the wisdom of the veteran Some Guy coming into play. Get Hoff to make a mistake, and capitalize. It's a good strategy. Some Guy drops an elbow across Hoff's lower back, then rolls him over. Some Guy hooks Hoff's leg, but the #1 contender is able to kick out at two! The fans cheer as SG pulls Hoff up to his feet by the hair. Some Guy throws Hoff into the ropes, and as he comes off, SG leaps into the air for a hurricarana-- but Hoff catches him! Some Guy flails, trying to get free, but Hoff drops him throat-first across the top rope!! COLE Yowch! CABOOSE I like this move for two reasons. First, it makes it harder for Some Guy to breathe, which makes him easier to keep down. Second, it conserves Hoff's energy for later in the match, allowing him to hit more power moves when it counts. COACH Word. Hoff gets up, and Robinson issues him a warning for the questionable tactic. Hoff grabs the fallen Some Guy by the hair and applies an armwringer, doubling SG over. Hoff snaps off a kick to the ribs, lifting him off the ground (!), before wringing the arm once more...but Some Guy reverses in mid-motion and twists Hoff's arm over! The fans applaud the technique as Hoff doubles over in pain! COACH Nice reversal by the SG, you gotta love it! Some Guy yanks on Hoff's arm, trying to tear it out of socket! A very few of the fans' cheers turn to boos, but the audience is still largely in the corner of the OAOAST original. The cheers swell, though, as Hoff grabs Some Guy's wrist and throws him into the corner!! Hoff follows SG in, but Some Guy uses the ropes to lift himself up and throws a boot into Hoff's face! The move actually garners a few more smattered boos from the crowd! COLE Some Guy taking the fight to Hoff, but a few of our fans don't seem to like it! Hoff grabs his face as he staggers out of the corner, and Some Guy follows him out, but Hoff throws a wild haymaker, that Some Guy ducks! Hoff spins around and Some Guy lifts him up from behind, then drops him across his knee with an atomic drop! Hoff staggers forward, and Some Guy leaps onto his back and applies a sleeper! CABOOSE I've always loved this move. All that extra weight on Hoff's back and neck drains him that much quicker. Robinson checks on Hoff's condition, but the big man waves him off. Some Guy twists Hoff's neck around...but the big man reaches back and flips him over! Some Guy lands HARD on his back, and Hoff sizes him up before scoring with a big legdrop! Hoff rolls into the cover, but Some Guy gets a shoulder up at two! The fans cheer their hearts out as Hoff pulls Some Guy to his feet! Hoff scoops SG up, and drops him across his knee with a rib breaker! Hoff drops Some Guy to the mat and falls on him, hooking the leg! Robinson makes the count! ONE, TWO, but Some Guy kicks free before the three! COACH Hoff starting to build some momentum here! Hoff again pulls Some Guy off the mat, then whips him into the ropes! Hoff throws a clothesline as his opponent comes off, but Some Guy ducks under the arm and runs off the far side! Some Guy comes in...RIGHT into a back elbow from Hoff!! SG hits the canvas, holding his jaw in pain! Hoff climbs onto Some Guy's chest and begins throwing big right hands! The fans go wild, but referee Robinson pulls Hoff off, complaining of a closed fist! CABOOSE Good officiating. Hoff is a two-bit thug, and a bully. And no one likes him. And he smells. COLE He doesn't smell, Caboose! CABOOSE Hey, I don't know what broadcast table you were sitting at last week, but let me tell you something, Cole. That guy smells. Hoff pushes the official away, then moves to pull Some Guy to his feet, but SG throws a forearm shot to Hoff's midsection. Hoff doubles over, and Some Guy gets to his feet, grabbing the big man by the back of the head and lifting a knee right into his jaw! A few more boos yet again for Some Guy, as Hoff snaps back, holding his face in pain. Hoff heads to the nearest corner, leaning on the turnbuckles with his back to the ring. Some Guy heads in and grabs Hoff, spinning him around and throwing him back-first into the turnbuckles. Some Guy rears back and fires off a blistering knife-edge chop, sizzling the chest of the big man. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The fans cheer as Some Guy rears back and throws another chop, and another, and another-- and Hoff GRABS Some Guy and THROWS him into the corner!! The fans erupt as Hoff EXPLODES with right hand after right hand, pummelling SG into oblivion! Robinson tries to step in, but Hoff grabs Some Guy by the arm and throws him across the ring, sending him hard into the corner! Hoff lines up on the opposite side, throwing a fist into the air! Hoff charges in and leaps with the Stinger Splash...NOBODY HOME!! Some Guy rolls out of the way, dodging the blow! Hoff hits the corner and stumbles backward, allowing Some Guy to come off the ropes with a clothesline that sends Hoff down! Some Guy falls on top of Hoff with a cover! ONE!! TWO!! THR--NO!! Hoff gets a shoulder up! COLE Hoff making a costly mistake, and it's allowed Some Guy to climb into the driver's seat! SG pulls the big man up to his feet, then grabs him in a front chancery. Some Guy pulls Hoff to the center of the ring, then hooks him for a vertical suplex! Hoff blocks the lift with his leg, and takes the opportunity to lift Some Guy up for the same move, but Some Guy shifts his body and slips out of Hoff's grasp! SG lands behind Hoff, grabbing him from behind by the thighs! Hoff lands on his hands, but before he can react, Some Guy takes him over with a WHEELBARROW SOMEPLEX!! COLE WHAT A MOVE by Some Guy! Some Guy holds onto Hoff and pulls him back up, amidst a very mixed reaction! SG blocks out the fans and rears back, HURLING Hoff overhead with another Someplex! CABOOSE That's 275 pounds that Some Guy is throwing around in there! That's no easy task! COLE But Caboose, you can't measure the will to win in inches and pounds! Some Guy pulls a groggy Hoff up to his feet...but Hoff pulls his legs free! Hoff pops up to his full height and throws a back elbow to the jaw of Some Guy, stunning him as Hoff pulls a standing switch! The fans go BANANA as Hoff grabs Some Guy from behind in a rear waistlock and tosses him overhead with a GERMAN SUPLEX!! "HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF!" Some Guy lands, and Hoff keeps his hands locked, rolling to his feet with Some Guy in his grasp! Hoff looks behind him before arching back, taking Some Guy down with another huge suplex!! COACH DAYUM~! CABOOSE In two years, I don't think I've ever seen Hoff use this move. COLE What a time to bring it out, then. Hoff pulls SG to his feet, but Some Guy quiets the fans by throwing a back elbow to Hoff's face! SG follows it up with another, and Hoff lets go of his grasp, allowing Some Guy to run the ropes and come at Hoff with a flying cross-body block...but Hoff catches him and hits a powerslam!! Hoff leans into the cover! ONE!! TWO!! NO!!!! Some Guy gets a shoulder up at the last second! COLE Moments away there! And Hoff may still be just a moment away here from retaining his AngleSlam title shot! Folks, we've got to take our last commercial break, but we'll be right back! Don't go anywhere!! You heard Cole, just sit there and shut up Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 22, 2005 The scene opens on Hoff sitting on the mat, trapped in a rear chinlock by Some Guy. COLE Folks, welcome back to the action, and here's what you missed a moment ago: ***DURING THE BREAK*** Hoff pulls Some Guy to his feet, and Some Guy drives a knee into his stomach before raking the eyes of Hoff! The fans jeer as Some Guy levels Hoff with a stiff right hand that sends him down. Robinson warns SG about his actions, but Some Guy blows him off, stomping hard on the back of the big man's neck. *****HELDDOWN~!****** COLE Some Guy taking a shortcut in this big-time matchup! CABOOSE Some Guy was a founding member of the aWo, and he's no stranger to a little dirty pool. It seems like he's finally thrown the respect thing out the window and started concentrating on what really matters: winning. COLE Would you stop?! Hoff, slowly, gets back to his feet, and tries to throw Some Guy off of his neck, but SG keeps the hold cinched in, dragging Hoff down to the mat. CABOOSE And again, I think this is Some Guy's best strategy right now, to keep Hoff....hey...wait a minute....is that.... COLE That's Axel!! The fans let out a VERY mixed reaction for Axel -- mostly cheers, but there's a large contingency that doesn't seem too happy with the World Champion! Axel, still in his ring gear from his victory earlier, looks at the ring as he adjusts the OAOAST World Title belt on his shoulder, looking at Hoff's peril with a slight smirk. COACH What is Axel doing out here? CABOOSE As much as it pains me to say it, Axel IS the World Champion, and he has the right to be out here if he wants. Axel looks on, and Some Guy briefly catches eyes with him. Axel nods, and SG goes back to work. Hoff again fights to his feet, and this time he succeeds in shoving Some Guy away! Hoff runs the ropes, barrelling toward his foe, but Some Guy catches him with a drop toe hold that sends him to the mat! Hoff hits face-first, and Some Guy leaps on him, applying a side headlock! COLE Hoff being worn down and-- hey, what the--?! The crowd buzzes as Axel makes his way to Sofa Central! The World Champion pulls up a folding chair, setting it up next to Michael Cole and slipping on a headset! COLE Axel joining us on commentary? AXEL You're damn right, Cole. And if Hoff can do this, I'm sure I can do it better than Mister Catchphrase. CABOOSE Axel, welcome. And let me say I appreciate the new attitude toward Hoff. Any enemy of his is a friend of mine. AXEL Hold yer tounge, mate. What's between Hoff and me is our business. He's still twice the competitor you are. In the ring, Hoff tries to climb to his knees, but Some Guy keeps the hold locked and drags Hoff back down. COACH So Champ, are you saying you and Hoff are still tight? AXEL I don't know, mate. I mean I thought we were cool, and then he goes and talks trash about me when he doesn't even know the story? I just don't know. In the ring, Hoff finally fights back to his feet, twisting his way out of the rear chinlock. Hoff runs the ropes, throwing a clothesline, but Some Guy catches the arm and takes Hoff down with an armbar! AXEL Ooh, that was a nice move. COLE So Axel, is it fair to say you're not sure where you stand with Hoff right now? I mean, you guys have been pretty tight until recently. AXEL Man, Hoff and I will work our *BLEEP* out ourselves. For now, I'm just interested in getting a look at my competition. COLE Axel will, of course, face the winner of this match at AngleSlam... COACH Provided he's still the champion, of course. AXEL What the hell does that mean, Coach? COACH Well, I'm just saying that...I mean you could lose the title at some point before AngleSlam! AXEL Yeah, I don't think so. I haven't come this far to lose it all now. Or at AngleSlam, but at least I can see who's going to try and take it from me. In the ring, Some Guy transitions the armbar into a hammerlock, sitting on top of Hoff's back. COLE Well it's been a pretty even contest thus far, although Some Guy has the edge right now. AXEL I think the big guy bit off a little more than he could chew tonight. Some Guy transitions the hammerlock into a full nelson....locking in the SOMEMISSION!! Hoff SCREAMS in pain as Some Guy leans back, applying pressure to the neck and head of Hoff! COLE Somemission is locked in!! This could be over right here! AXEL Uh-oh. Bad news for Hoff... Robinson asks Hoff if he wants to submit, but Hoff lets out a "no" from between gritted teeth! Hoff tries to climb to his knees, but Some Guy rocks back and locks the hold in tighter, causing Hoff to kick his legs in agony!! AXEL Come on, Hoff, fight it. COACH Whoa, Axel, you pulling for Hoff all of a sudden? AXEL Well, I just don't want to see it end this early. COLE We may not be far away from the end at all! Robinson again checks on Hoff....but the big man does fight to his knees this time, and then STANDS with Some Guy on his back!! Some Guy keeps the full nelson hooked...until Hoff throws his arms forward, breaking the hold! The fans let out a massive cheer as Hoff runs the ropes, looking for a clothesline, but Some Guy ducks and then leaps, grabbing Hoff's arms in a crucifix....but Hoff stays on his feet, then falls down, driving SG to the mat with a Samoan Drop!! AXEL 'Atta boy, mate! COLE Hoff with a big Samoan Drop! Here's a cover! ONE!! TWO!! NO!!! Some Guy kicks out! COLE That was so close to a three count! COACH Yeah, but you've got to ask yourself just what that Somemission took out of Hoff! Hoff gets to his feet, a little slower than usual, and pulls Some Guy up to his! Hoff throws Some Guy into the ropes, catching him with a high back body drop! Some Guy lands on his back, arching in pain as Hoff pulls him back up. Hoff throws a big right hand, and another, and another, then sends Some Guy into the ropes one more time! Some Guy, though, hangs onto the ropes, and Hoff barrels in, but SG ducks and Hoff goes FLYING over the top and spills onto the arena floor below! COLE Whoa!! What a tumble for the big man! CABOOSE He hit the ground hard, Cole. COLE Let's take a look at it on the double feature... The TV sets of America go to split-screen as we replay, in slow-motion, Hoff flying over Some Guy's shoulder and landing all but headfirst on the outside! Meanwhile, in live-action, Some Guy runs the ropes as Hoff gets up, and catches him with a baseball slide that sends Hoff sprawling into the guardrail!! AXEL Ouch. The fans, again, let out a few boos for Some Guy, who shrugs before pulling Hoff's head up, exposing his chest for a knife-edge chop! "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Hoff turns to the right, walking away from Some Guy with the help of the railing. Some Guy stalks behind Hoff before leaping and delivering a double-axehandle to the back of Hoff's neck! Hoff falls to his hands and knees, and Some Guy picks him up and slams his head on the ring apron! The fans start to outright jeer, unhappy with Some Guy's tactics! CABOOSE Now I like this. Some Guy is finally getting rough, which he NEEDS to do to counteract Hoff's harsh, violent style. AXEL It's no strong style, but he is a force in there. COLE Well, Hoff is-- hey, wait, they're headed this way! Hoff, holding his forehead, stumbles toward Sofa Central, and Some Guy follows in hot pursuit. COACH The action getting up close and personal, fellas! CABOOSE Now can you handle yourself, champ? AXEL Worry about your own skin, Caboose. I'm fine. Hoff leans on the announce table, and Some Guy grabs his head from behind, ramming it into the table! Hoff bounces back, and Some Guy grabs him by the hair and throws him into the steel ringpost! *CLANG* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Good lord! The fans let Some Guy have it, the crowd having turned completely against him. Some Guy looks out across the fans before waving them off, then turns his attention to the World Heavyweight Champ. AXEL You got something to say to me? Some Guy nods, saying "I want you...I'm coming for your belt" just loud enough for the microphones to pick it up. AXEL Don't worry about me, man, concentrate on your opponent there! Axel remains standing as Some Guy turns away, picking Hoff up by the hair and throwing him back into the ring. As Some Guy rolls in after him, Axel takes his seat at ringside. AXEL Man, don't worry about me being out here. You got a hell of an opponent to beat yet. COLE Axel, forgive me, but it sounds like you're still pretty high on Hoff! AXEL I respect the man, Cole. Whatvever else I may think about him, that will never change. But respect is a two-way road, y'dig? COACH HOLLA~! Some Guy lifts Hoff up off the mat, dragging him by the hair towards the far corner. When he gets near the ropes, Some Guy floors Hoff with a European uppercut. SG kicks Hoff once for good measure, and the fans are still jeering as Some Guy heads onto the apron! COLE Some Guy looking to head upstairs for a high-risk move! AXEL I don't know, mates. Hoff took a beating, but I'm not sure if he's worn down enough for this to be a good idea. Some Guy climbs up the ropes and perches himself on the top. He stands to his full height, looks down, and leaps....and Hoff ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!! CABOOSE WHAT?! HOW!! COLE It's that intangible ring presence, Caboose! Hoff knew where he was and he kept one eye on his opponent at all times! The crowd bursts with a big cheer as Hoff climbs to his feet, picks Some Guy up, and slams him back down to the mat! Hoff looks out at the fans...and HE heads to the apron! COLE And now Hoff is looking for his version! AXEL Hoff, mate, now's not the time... Hoff scales the top rope, and the fans hit their feet. With a deep breath, Hoff leaps off.....and SCORES with the big elbow!!! COLE The elbow connects!! What a move!! Hoff rolls off of Some Guy....and KIPS UP!!! COACH YEAH-UH~! COLE Hoff is FEELING this crowd's energy, guys! Hoff pumps both his fists, walking around the ring until he gets behind his foe! Hoff heads to the nearest corner and STOMPS HIS FOOT!! COLE Oh, my! CABOOSE Aw, come on. COLE Hoff looks like...looks like he's setting up for the Somekick!! COACH Yeah, but fellas, you really think he'd steal Some Guy's move? AXEL I know the man, and yes, yes he would. COLE And LISTEN TO THESE FANS!! The fans indeed are into it, stomping in the stands and in the aisles as Hoff waves Some Guy up!! The veteran, still feeling the effects of Hoff's elbow, gets to his feet woozily, turning around, RIGHT INTO A SUPER--NO!! Some Guy ducks underneath Hoff's awkward superkick! Some Guy pops to his feet, and Hoff turns around......INTO A SOMEKICK!!!!!! COLE SOMEKICK!! SOMEKICK!! HE GOT IT ALL!! COVER!! Some Guy falls on top of Hoff and Robinson makes the count! ONE!!!!!! TWO!!!!! KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The fans EXPLODE as Hoff gets a shoulder up at the last second!! COLE HE KICKED OUT!! CABOOSE I can't believe it. Some Guy rolls to his knees, looking up at Robinson with a pained expression. Robinson shrugs, telling Some Guy that Hoff got the shoulder up. SG argues with the official, to no avail. COACH I don't think Some Guy can believe it, either. COLE Unbelievable. Hoff kicked out of the Somekick, and Some Guy has to be wondering what in the world he needs to do to put Hoff away. AXEL The guy is amazing, no doubt about it. Some Guy turns his attention back to Hoff, stomping him in the back of the head a few times to the chagrin of the fans. Some Guy pulls Hoff to his feet, whipping the big man HARD across the ring to the far corner. Hoff hits chest-first, stumbling backward, into a schoolboy by Some Guy, who GRABS THE TIGHTS!! ONE!! TWO!! THR-NO!! Hoff kicks out! And the fans are IRATE, booing Some Guy out of the building. COLE Some Guy no longer cares about honor, or pride, he simply wants to win this title shot. AXEL Well, he'll have to do more than hold the tights to pin Hoff, or for that matter, me. Some Guy pulls Hoff up, throwing him into the ropes, and catching him coming off with another sleeperhold. CABOOSE Oh, man. Turn out the lights, this one is over. COLE Some Guy again with that sleeper, and how much can Hoff have left? Hoff stumbles forward as Some Guy leaps onto his back, using his legs to bodyscissor the big man. Hoff takes another few steps forward as Some Guy's legs fall back to the mat. Hoff turns, takes one more step forward....then falls to his knees. COLE This has to be it. CABOOSE Axel, looks like you'll be seeing Some Guy at AngleSlam after all. AXEL We'll see... Robinson grabs Hoff's right arm and raises it, letting it fall limply to Hoff's side. He throws a finger into the air, then grabs the arm again, raises it, and lets go, and the arm falls. Some Guy lets out a victory yell, smiling as Robinson raises two fingers into the air. Robinson picks Hoff's arm up again, lets it go..... And the arm STAYS IN THE AIR!! CABOOSE Man, I hate this guy. Hoff makes a fist, shaking it as the fans make noise, shouting and stomping as they try to will their fan favorite up. Hoff finds one foot, then two as Some Guy desparately clings to the sleeper! Hoff takes a step forward...and leaps into the air, kicking his legs off of the nearby corner and rolling back over Some Guy with a bridge!! Robinson makes a count!! ONE!! TWO!! NO!! Some Guy lets go of the hold and rolls free, beating Hoff to his feet. Some Guy grabs Hoff by the hair, pulling him up, but Hoff grabs Some Guy by the legs, lifts him up...and DRIVES him to the mat with the SPINEBUSTER~!!! "YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" The fans EXPLODE as Hoff drills SG with the big-time spinebuster!! Hoff falls backwards after the move, exhausted. COLE And Hoff, out of nowhere, hits that trademark spinebuster!! AXEL Mine's still better, but that is just what Hoff needed. The fans again start cheering, making noise, trying to will Hoff to his feet. Both men lie prone, though, as Robinson begins his ten count! 1! COLE And now it's a race to get up first! Whoever can do that will have a huge advantage! 2! Both Hoff and Some Guy start to stir, with Some Guy rolling onto his chest. 3! COACH Hey, Axel, what if we have a double count-out? Then neither guy wins, or what? 4! AXEL I'll fight 'em both if I hafta, mate. 5! Hoff rolls onto his side, trying to pull himself up as Some Guy finds his hands and knees. 6! Hoff crawls toward the ropes, grabbing the bottom strand. 7! Hoff starts to pull himself up...meanwhile, Some Guy gets to one knee and Robinson stops his count! COLE And it's Some Guy up first! Some Guy gets to his feet and walks over to Hoff as the big man pulls himself up! Some Guy clubs Hoff in the neck, drawing more jeers from the crowd, before grabbing him by the arm and whipping him toward the ropes....but Hoff holds on, yanking SG back and FLOORING him with the SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE!! The fans erupt as Hoff falls to one knee! COACH AWWW HELL YOU DONE FUCKED UP NOW!! CABOOSE Whaa?! COACH That means Some Guy is in trouble! COLE No doubt about that! Hoff shakes the cobwebs free, then gets to his feet to a monster cheer! Hoff looks down at Some Guy, then slashes his arms, screaming "THIS IS IT!!" COLE THIS IS IT!! The fans EXPLODE as Hoff, with a dark smile on his face, nods before turning back to Some Guy. Hoff picks the legend up off the mat, grabbing his head from behind and hooking him up for the hottest finisher in wrestling today!! COLE The Future Shock!! If Hoff hits this, there is no question, it WILL be over! CABOOSE I can't believe I'm cheering for Some Guy, but....COME ON, SOME GUY!! Hoff, with a grunt, grabs Some Guy and HOISTS HIM UP....but Some Guy flips through the move and lands on his feet behind Hoff!! COLE Oh!! Some Guy seizes the moment, shoving Hoff into the ropes! Hoff comes off, INTO A SOMEKICK--but Hoff catches the boot and TURNS IT INTO THE ANKLELOCK!!! COLE OH MY GOD!! COACH THE ANKLELOCK!! COLE THE ANKLELOCK!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! AXEL Ho-ly hell. The fans ERUPT, DROWNING the arena in cheers as Hoff cinches in his trademark submission hold! Some Guy tries to drag himself to the ropes, but Hoff pulls him back to the center of the ring! Robinson checks on Some Guy, asking for a submission, but Some Guy waves him off!! COLE How much longer can Some Guy hold on?! Hoff screams for SG to tap...but Some Guy rolls through, somersaulting under Hoff, flipping the big man over!! And Hoff KEEPS THE HOLD APPLIED!! The big man finds his feet, still twisting the ankle of Some Guy! Some Guy makes a desparate grasp for the nearby ropes, but he can't reach....and he TAPS!! *ding ding ding ding ding* COLE HE GOT HIM!! "Black" hits, and Hoff throws down Some Guy's ankle before Robinson raises his hand in victory. BUFFER The winner of this contest, and STILL #1 contender....HOFF!!!!! Hoff pulls his arm away from Robinson and hops onto the nearest corner, ROARING in victory as the fans chant his name. COLE Well Hoff has come out and done what he said he would do, defeating Some Guy in one of the hottest matches I've seen in a long time. CABOOSE Give him credit. All the credit in the damn world. I can't stand the son of a bitch, but boy did he get it done, tonight. And Axel, you've got your work cut out for you. Axel, the World Champion, slips off his headset and stands, staring hard at Hoff. Hoff hops off of the turnbuckles...and he and Axel catch eyes, and for a brief minute Hoff looks poised to fight. Instead, Hoff just points at Axel, nodding and mouthing the words "I'm coming for you." Meanwhile, our crack team of EMTs escorts Some Guy to the back, checking on his ankle and helping him keep pressure off of it. COLE Well the stage, for now, is set, and tempers are running as hot as the summer. Hoff is still your #1 contender, Axel is still our champion, and we-- *dun dun* *dun dun* *dun dun* *dun dun* WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARE YOU? WHO WHO, WHO WHO! I really wanna know WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARE YOU? WHO WHO, WHO WHO! The entire arena turns to the top of the stage, as from the curtain steps Jumbo, Jay Richards, and Chris Stevens -- CSI!! COACH CSI?! What the hel? COLE What are they doing out here? Stevens raises a microphone to his lips. STEVENS Hoff, congratulations. I mean it. It was a hard fought victory, and you earned it, every step of the way. Maybe you learned more from me than I thought. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Hoff GLARES at Stevens as the CSI leader smiles. STEVENS But, buddy, believe me. The match you just went through is nothing compared to what's in store for you at License to Pin. See, I just got off the phone with our lovely GM, Ms. Josie Baker, and she's made you a match that'll knock your socks off. Hoff, it's going to be you, one-on-one, for the #1 contendership of the world.......against BROCK AUSSTIN. COLE WHAT?!? COACH Whoa, baby! What an announcement! Hoff's jaw drops, the big man rendered speechless. On the ramp, Jay Richards makes "spooky" fingers at Hoff while Stevens grins. STEVENS So good luck, Hoff, because at LTP, you are gonna need it. "Who Are You" hits, and CSI turns and heads behind the curtain. In the ring, Hoff looks down the ramp, then turns his gaze to the floor, shaking his head in disbelief. COLE What a shocker! Hoff defending his title shot at License to Pin against Brock Ausstin! What a match that will be, and what a match we have just seen here tonight! Folks, for Caboose and the Coach, I'm Michael Cole, saying thank you for watching...and we'll see you next week. Goodnight! Fade to black Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 22, 2005 Produced by: KingPK Written by: Hoff Nice Guy Adam King Cucaracha La Parka Your Car Ed Wood Caulfield KingPK CanadianChick Mystery Eskimo Stephen Joseph Zack Malibu Copyright 2005 OAOAST Entertainment. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
