King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted August 28, 2005 (edited) If whoever's posting can tag something on the end, that'd be great, as I've run out of time. Didn't get as much done on hols as I expected (i.e none), so I've been flat out finishing this and...well, I had to rush end. So yeah, thanks in advance to whomever. --------------------------- COLE Well, this jampacked 2005 Angleslam rolls on as next up, we've got the meeting that's been a full four months in the waiting, between Leon Rodez and Christian Wright. A lot of stuff has happened in those four months, but our production team were too lazy to fix us up a video, so we'll simplify it as 'they don't like each other much'. Wright arrived at Living Anglelously, costing Rodez the X-Division Title...which at the time seemed like a fan attacking. But it was all part of a grander scheme. Wright has been looking to expose Rodez's seedy past since the turn of the year and eventually suceeded. Since then, Wright has been trying to force Rodez into a change of character. Despite all this, Rodez has remained the same Leon Rodez that the people have grown to love and has remained admirably calm through these past four months, which in turn has frustrated Wright more and more. Until tonight, when that and the no contact clause go out of the window and they step into the ring one on one. COACH The video would have been quicker. CABOOSE Not to mention easier on the ear. Call me when you hit puberty Mickey. COLE My Mom says it's just a matter of time. CABOOSE She's been saying that for ten years. The arena goes dark, save for a single white spotlight at the top of the ramp, as "Creep" by Radiohead begins to filter through the P.A. Just as the lyrics begin, Christian Wright emerges slowly through the curtains. He stops in the spotlight, head bowed, waiting as the boos intensify around him. [i]"I wish I was special..." "You're so very special..." *DRN-UN* *DRN-UN* "But I'm a Creep!!"[/i] Wright tugs his hood down from off of his head right on cue, holding his hands out to the side with a focused look on his face as he begins to stride down the aisle. The crowd continue to jeer away, but Wright ignores the negative reaction with little more than a sneer and a turned up nose. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your following Grudge Match contest is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute lime-limit. And in this match, by ruling of OAOAST General Manager, Calvin Szechstein, there will be NO interference!! Introducing first...hailing from Raleigh, North Carolina. He weighs in tonight at two hundred, thirty three pounds. "THE NATURAL"... CHHHHRRRRRIIIISSSSSSTTIIIIIIAAAAANN... WWWWRRRRIIIIIIIIIGGGHHHTT!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE For Christian Wright, this has to be the biggest match of his OAOAST career thus-far. No titles are on the line, no contenderships either. This is about pride and this is about a personal grudge. But as well as that, it's a chance for Christian Wright to really further his career, at the expense of a former OAOAST X-Division Champion of the world. CABOOSE It is and that's what Christian's all about, now that he's alligned with Drek merry band of whiney brats. He's all about furthering his career, at the expense of others. COLE You bring up Drek Stone...and as you heard in the introduction, no interference in this one. Drek and the GPX, Bohemoth...nobody can get involved in this one. I guess Calvin wants to see as fair of a match as possible. CABOOSE Oh, the irony. Entering the ring, The Natural removes his robe and carefully places it over the top turnbuckle. He then turns back to the entrance way with an eager expression on his face as he waits...almost daring Rodez to make his entrance as he hangs over the ropes, impatiently hopping from foot to foot. A building "RO - DEZ!" chant has surfaced but Wright hasn't noticed yet, too focused elsewhere. [b]*GOOOOONG!*[/b] "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" [i]"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!"[/i] The crowd pop for the mad grooves of "Jungle Boogie" by Kool and the Gang, coming to their feet all around the glaring Wright. Wright remains unmoved and continues to watch on intently, as the curtains ripple and Leon Rodez strides through to a thunderous ovation! The usual happy-go-lucky smiles and jigs aren't there as Rodez has a focused look on his face, staring back down the ramp at his opponent who encouraging him on. BUFFER And his opponent...from Grand Rapids, Michigan. He weighs in at two hundred, twenty eight pounds... he is "SILKY SMOOTH"... LLLLEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOONN... RRRRRRROOOOOODDEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Remaining at the top of the ramp for his introduction, Rodez sets down his gold flowing robe and sets off down the rampway. Jawing towards his opponent all the way, Wright continue to hang over the ropes. Until Rodez reaches the ring, at which point The Natural backs up enough to allow him to enter the ring...before instantly getting right in his face! Wright and Rodez go nose to nose for a moment, forcing referee Charles Robinson to interject himself early and pull the two men apart. A slight smirk emerges on Rodez's face, while Wright continues to ramble away in front of him. COLE A lot of tension here. Both these men have been waiting a long time to face off, one on one. Plus they haven't been able to come into any physical contact what-so-ever for more than a month, aside from Ultimate X at License To Pin. Not wanting things to get out of hand, Robinson moves Wright back, knowing that Rodez is content at least to wait for the opening bell. With Wright back, Robinson then turns to the timekeeper's table and calls for the opening bell... *DINGDINGDING* "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" The chants go up as the bell sounds, Rodez still smirking as he hears them. As the bell sounds, surprisingly, all hell doesn't break loose. Instead, Rodez stays in his corner, Wright looking noticeably cautious as he begins to walk out from his. Rodez sees this and lounges back into the turnbuckles. Raising the ire of Wright, who stops in the centre of the ring, pointing to his feet and DEMANDING~ that Rodez come to face him. The eyebrows peak as Leon asks the crowd if Wright is serious... *SHOVE!* ...and gets his answer, as Wright steps forward and pushes him firmly in the chest! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!" Rodez falls back into the corner and again smirks, pulling himself up using the top rope... *SHOVE!* ...and pushing Wright back! COLE This is almost like cat and mouse, both men waiting for the other to make the first move! COACH Well, they ain't gonna win by shovin', that's for sure. Staying in the centre of the ring, Wright again dares Rodez on and finally The Silky Smooth One obliges, stepping forward and locking up with The Natural. Both men jockey for a moment, the tight collar and elbow lock-up going back and forth before finally the two break off from each other at a stalemate. Wright growls to himself, Rodez loosening up his wrists while keeping half an eye on Wright. Extending his hands, Rodez teases Wright for a moment before backing off again, sizing up the situation. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" This time, Wright does react to the crowd, yelling at them to shut up and getting soundly booed for his troubles. The two men then face up again, cautious to lock-up with Rodez the first to try. Wright shrugs his leading arm away though, stepping behind with a waistlock. Quickly Rodez turns and twists, trying to escape. Wright hangs onto him though, forcing Rodez to go into the ropes for a break. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FI..." Begrudgingly, Wright breaks, but not without a shove in the back of Rodez. Instinctively Leon wheels around but Robinson is again in to make sure the match doesn't break down into a fight. Wright backs away, trying to figure out his next move, while Rodez holds up his hands to Robinson to show he's 'cool' with the admonishment. He then jigs into the centre of the ring, meeting Wright in another fierce lock-up. This time, Rodez gains the advantage, pulling Wright down into a side headlock and wrenching away on the head. Wright searches upstairs and down for an escape but finds nothing, as Rodez again tightens the hold. COLE A slow and cautious start, maybe not what we expected but by no means friendly. CABOOSE I don't know, I think this was expected. Rodez is too dumb and nice to be going straight for the jugular from the opening bell and Christian, as he's said many times, is not a violent man. COACH *scoffs* CABOOSE Winning the match is more important to both guys than simply crippling each other. I mean, sure, they do hate each other. But neither man is what you'd call 'bloodthirsty' coming in. Clinging onto the headlock, Rodez tighens up his grip a second time. Wright's far hand reaches up for some hair, but doesn't find any. So instead, he waits for an opening, before slamming a forearm into the ribs and then pushing Rodez off into the ropes. Back rebounds Rodez, barging in with a shoulder block that knocks CW down. As Wright lands, Rodez hits the ropes again quickly, vaulting over the roadblock made by The Natural. Coming back, Rodez ducks under a clothesline. Still he runs as Wright turns and goes for a hiptoss. But Rodez manages to counter into a hiptoss of his own, flinging Wright over. Immediately Wright is up, but immediately he's back down, with a side headlock takeover by Rodez...which Wright instantly counters, pulling Rodez into a side headscissors. Boos go up in the arena, as Wright points to his temple to show how smart he is. Not realising that Leon Rodez is in the process of kipping-up out of his headscissors and diving back to re-apply the side headlock! "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!" The crowd cheer, but Wright isn't down for long. Pulling himself to his feet, The Natural places an arm under Rodez's chin to force him back into the corner. Ever the nice guy, a clean breaks is given by Rodez... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!!" But that proves to be a mistake, as Wright cracks him with a vicious knifedge chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!!" And a second! Rodez doubles over in the corner and clutches his chest, as Wright pulls him back up. Grabbing an arm, he then whips Rodez out of the corner and across the ring. As he approaches though, Rodez sticks out his hands, grabbing the top rope and pushing himself up and over The Natural who was following close behind. Wright hits the turnbuckles and staggers out, Rodez hooking him over with a quick snapmare as he turns. But Wright shoots his legs up quickly, pushing Rodez off before he can capitalise. Wright then scrambles to his feet quickly, but charges in recklessly and finds himself snapped over with another side headlock takeover! "YYYYEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" COLE Rodez right back to that side headlock...effective in the right hands, but also extremely frustrating to be in. CABOOSE That's why he's using it, frustration. He hasn't stopped frustrating Wright for months and he's not going to stop now, unfortunately. With the headlock applied, Rodez lounges back onto his opponent's chest, looking to keep him neutralised as well as frustrated. Wright tries to apply the headscissors again, but Rodez avoids it. Before avoiding it a second time. So Wright is forced to pull himself back to his feet, going to the kidneys with a couple more forearms before pushing Rodez off and into the ropes. A sudden rage then takes him over as he balls up his fist and swings out...far too obviously though, allowing Rodez to duck underneath and leap onto Wright's back, pulling him down into a crucifix... 1... 2... Kickout. Wright and Rodez both scramble up at the same time, with Rodez instantly going back to the side headlock. Wrenching with the hold, Rodez then takes Wright over with it back to the mat. Furiously Wright pounds the canvas, while Rodez just smiles to himself once more. CABOOSE See, he's clearly getting frustrated now. And that's not good. COLE It sure isn't, because the frustration is causing Christian to make stupid mistakes, which could cost him the match. Looking in complete control, Rodez lounges back on the headlock again. Wright has been taken off his game and doesn't bother trying a fancy escape, instead snapping a leg up and PUNTING Rodez between the shoulder blades, the smack bringing grimaces to the faces of the fans in the first few rows. And to Rodez, who loosens the headlock enough for Wright to lever him back into a pin... 1... Kickout. Rodez falls back with the headlock intact and decides to jam his left fist into Wright's head as a reciept for the kick, causing Wright to writh in pain and the crowd to go wild. COLE ATOMIC NOOGIE~! COACH OMGATOMICNOOGIE'D~! CABOOSE That's it, I quit. The fans applaud the simple and pretty ridiculous 'move', as Rodez re-affirms his side headlock. And with Wright still reeling from the Atomic Noogie, Rodez carefully leans over, placing The Natural's shoulders on the canvas... 1... Kickout. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Getting his senses back, Wright turns over slightly to his knees, using them to help pull himself off the canvas. Wtight then gets back to his feet and softens Rodez up with a couple more forearms to the kidneys. Slumping slightly, the headlock applied by Rodez isn't as strong anymore and Wright easily pushes him off, sending him hurtling off towards the ropes. As he comes back, Rodez suddenly dives off his feet and wipes out Wright with a crossbody block. The Natural tries to catch his opponent but eventually loses his balance and falls, but pushes Rodez off before a pin can be counted. Both men scramble up again, with Wright catching Rodez on the rise and hauling him up into a fireman's carry position. Wriggling free, Rodez falls behind and quickly pulls over Wright into a sunset flip... 1... 2... Kickout. Wright kicks right up to his feet, but stumbles straight into the side-headlock trap once more! Furious at himself, Wright slams his feet in a mini-tantrum while Rodez wrenches on the headlock. Meanwhile, Wright is reaching for some sort of escape...and finds a handful of hair, using it to pull Rodez over onto his side. Referee Robinson doesn't notice the hairpull but Rodez still has the headlock on and is happy to stay on his side with the hold applied for the moment. Until Wright begins to pull himself up again. This time, once to his feet, Wright grabs the hair again...again not noticed by the referee but noticed by the fans, who howl away at the blatant cheating. Rodez is pulled against the ropes eventually, with Wright releasing the hair and breaking...before shocking Rodez with a firm knee to the gut! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Ugh, what a cheapshot in the ropes! Rodez has been trying to wrestle this match, despite everything that Christian Wright has done to him. But for someone who preaches morality, this Wright isn't exactly wrestling with morals and integrity. Rodez doubles over, as Wright tries to loosen up his neck from the much headlockery that has affected it, with Charles Robinson admonishing him all the while. Feigning an apology, Wright shrugs Robinson off and pulls Rodez from the ropes, tripping his feet from underneath him. Holding onto them Wright then splits the legs and stomps Rodez firmly in the gut, leaving him writhing in pain. Followed by a firm, nochalant punt into the ribs. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" The crowd have to rally behind Rodez for the first time now as he remains hurt on the canvas, Wright swaggering around him with refound confidence. Measuring his opponent, Wright slams his boot into the lower back. Before stomping Rodez as he turns over, deep in the gut. Wright then reaches down and pulls Rodez up by the hair. Rodez is still doubled over and can do nothing, as Wright rears back and slams a Million $ Kneelift up into his chest. The momentum sends Rodez staggering back, falling down through the middle and bottom ropes, landing with a hard thud on the arena floor. Wright turns away and mugs in the direction of the crowd, as Rodez remains down on the floor, forcing Robinson to administer a count. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" COLE A sudden change of momentum here. All it took was that one, hard cheapshot and Leon Rodez has been reeling ever since. CABOOSE Call it a cheapshot all you want but I didn't see him do anything wrong. COLE Well, of course YOU didn't. "FIVE!" CABOOSE A knee is a perfectly legal move. COLE Not when the referee's asking for a clean break it isn't! "SI..." Rodez is only just now beginning to stir, but Christian Wright tries to leave the ring to go out after him and ends up accidently breaking the count. Robinson forces Wright to go back before re-starting his count. Up to his knees, Rodez holds his gut as he uses the apron to try and pull himself back to his feet. Wright walks over and peers over the ropes, smirking at his hurting opponent before sitting down on the middle rope, mockingly holding the ropes open for his opponent. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Oh come on! CABOOSE What now? Don't try telling me that's illegal, please. COLE It's not illegal. But it's a total lack of class...look at him, just mocking Rodez as he tries to get back in the ring. With the count by Robinson stopped as he tries to get Wright away from the ropes, in vain, Rodez drags himself up onto the apron. One arm clutches his ribs and the other the middle rope as he leans himself up and tries to get into the ring. But Wright slams him with a punt to the ribs before he can get fully in, to more jeers from the crowd. Rodez hangs half and half over the middle rope as Wright is again warned by the referee over his conduct. Wright doesn't take much notice though and measures up the lower back, driving his knee into exposed kidneys of his dangling opponent. That sends Rodez falling back into the ring, right at Wright's feet. The Natural cockily turns to the crowd, pointing down at Rodez and seeming to ask if this was all the challenge he had to face. At his feet, Rodez begins to stir though. So Wright refocuses and pulls Rodez to his feet by the hair, turning him to the corner and slamming the side of his head into the top turnbuckle with authority! Falling to a seated position, Rodez clutches his right ear with a grimace...as behind him, Christian is measuring him... *SMACK!* ...for a brutal Dragon Kick! *SMACK!* ...and a second. Rodez writhes in pain, as Wright shrugs him down with the flat of his foot, before power-stomping The Silky Smooth One in the chest! WRIGHT I AM DOING THIS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" The fans don't seem to agree with Wright mad cry, which seems to fire him up a little more. Grabbing Rodez under the head, Wright pulls him to his feet and hoists him up into a fireman's carry. This time, there's no wriggling out, as Wright takes a step before tumbling forward with the Honor Roll! The 233 pounds crashing into Leon's sternum leaves him gasping for breath, easy prey for a pinfall... 1... 2... Kickout. Wright gets quickly back up to drop an elbow on Rodez before he can recover. He then walks off across the ring, adjusting his elbowpad as he recieves more abuse from a different part of the crowd. With the elbowpad sorted, Wright then comes back over and helps Rodez to his feet, popping him with a quick jab. Falling back into the corner, Rodez is helpless, as Wright stomps him quickly once, twice and a third time in the gut, before lining him up... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!!" ...and lashing him with a knifedge chop! Rodez falls forward to his hands and knees, getting kicked hard in the gut again. And again. A clubbing right hand follows across the back of the head and Rodez is under a barrage. Stepping away, Wright measures his opponent, slowly dropping an elbow across the back. Rodez's back arches from the move, Wright turning immediately over into a quick pinfall attempt... 1... 2... Kickout. Getting nothing, Wright quickly tries to slow things down as he applies a modified abdominal stretch on the mat. COLE Now it's Wright slowing things down and I think you're right here 'Boose. These two are concerned with the win as much as, if not more than, injuring their opponent. Rodez tries to fight out of the stretch and turns inwards towards Wright, ending up in a front facelock which is still uncomfortable but at least isn't hurting his ribs at the moment. Pulling up Rodez, Wright keeps the front facelock on and wheels him towards the ropes before releasing and sending him for the ride. Wright then sets, catching Rodez on the rebound and launching him up, across the top rope with a Stun Gun! Snapping back off the ropes, Rodez stumbles back, with Wright rushes past him to hit the ropes in front, hooking Rodez down with a high-impact clothesline. Down stays Rodez, still favouring the ribs, while Wright staggers on after the clothesline and waits against the opposite ropes. Encouraging Rodez to get back up, Wright waits impatiently, hopping around with fists clenched in anticipation. Rodez finally begins to get back up as all around the arena, the crowd try to warn their man what awaits him. But he doesn't seem to hear, staggering to his feet and turning as Wright suddenly charges. Approaching Rodez, Wright ducks his head looking for a Spear... ...but Rodez snaps a knee up at the last minute, catching Wright FLUSH in the jaw!! "YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Now it's Wright staggering backwards, with Rodez hitting the ropes and charging. As he swings out with a clothesline though, Wright ducks, catching Rodez under the arm and head. Hooking the hip, Wright then lifts, twisting a quick 180 as he pulls Wright off of his feet and plants him on his head with a Uranage Suplex!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!" Rodez recoils on impact, Wright dropping across him with a cover... 1... 2... Kickout!! "YYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" COLE Kickout, but that's clearly done it's damage! CABOOSE This is more like Christian...to be working the neck. And now he's back to what he does best, we're going to see him in full flow. Despite his kickout, Rodez remains down. Wright looks down on his opponent with destain as he gets to his feet, hands on hips as he muses over his next move. Deciding eventually to drag Rodez to his feet, driving another knee deep into his abdomen to keep him doubled over. Wright then comes off the ropes, getting a run-up on another hard punt into the ribs, connecting with enough force to take Rodez off his feet! Rodez lands on his knees but slumps forward, face-down and hurting. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Pulling Rodez back up, Wright hits a quick vertical suplex to place Rodez in a suitable position, before beginning a climb to the top rope. But Rodez is beginning to determinedly clamber back to his feet, so Wright re-thinks his plans and leaps back into the ring, nailing Rodez with a boot to the side of the head. This time Rodez remains down, but Christian pulls him up anyway and scoops Rodez up for a slam. Rodez flips over the top though, landing behind Wright and shooting him towards the corner. Wright extends a boot, which hits the middle turnbuckle and stops his momentum, allowing him to catch Rodez running in with a back elbow to the jaw! Rodez wobbles but somehow remains on his feet, as Wright climbs to the middle rope and reaches forward for Rodez. Grabbing him by the head, Wright pulls Rodez in and signals for the Tornado DDT to boos from the fans, as he positions himself carefully on the ropes and launches himself into the air. Rodez manages to counter though and is able to push Wright off, so he flies into the centre of the ring and crashes face-first into the mat! "YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Counter by Rodez! And now, it's Christian Wright who is in trouble! Wright drags himself up, holding his gut as he walks gingerly over towards Rodez...to recieve a boot across the pectoral area, snapping him up to a vertical base. As he does so, Rodez takes a backstep before shooting out the leg again, for a Superkick... ...DUCKED!! "OOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Wright quickly capitalises on Rodez's momentary distraction, snatching a waistlock. He then sets, preparing to take Rodez over with a quick German. But, after only going up halfway, Rodez tumbles forward and manages to bring Wright over with a victory roll... 1... 2... ONLYTWO! COACH Woah! He nearly shocked Christian there! Back up clambers Rodez, trying shake off the pain in his ribs as Wright gets up with him. Quickly Rodez moves in and fires off a jab on Wright... ...and another jab... ...a jab... ...but Wright ducks a fourth jab... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and nails a series of stinging knifedge chops to weaken down Rodez. It succeeds as Rodez doubles over, sucking wind as Wright grabs Rodez and yanks him down by the hair. Robinson warns Wright about the use of the hair but Wright doesn't so much as notice him as he sets about following up, quickly flipping Rodez onto his back and grabbing the legs of The New Age Love Machine. No fool, Rodez knows he's in trouble and tries to scramble free. But Wright pulls Rodez back in, and quickly turns Rodez over and into a Boston Crab! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE He's got him locked in the Boston Crab! Wright is trying to capitalise on that back injury, but we all know the heart Leon Rodez possesses. CABOOSE Yeah, but what good's heart going to do when your ribs are being torn apart? COLE It'll keep Leon Rodez in this match, that's what! Wright sits back and is already nodding his head, confident that he's got the match well in hand. Meanwhile, the agonised Rodez starts to claw at his own face from the pain that he's in. The referee is right there with him to check for a tap-out, but Rodez shakes his head with a 'no'...scanning around the ring for the ropes, which seem to be close by. But Wright sits back a little further with the hold and it seems Rodez is going to tap out... ...until suddenly, he starts pushing up! Rodez has his eyes locked on the bottom rope and begins to reach out for them. Wright turns his attentions to the Angleslam set though, watching the big screen and seeing Rodez reaching for the ropes...so begins to walk forward, pulling Rodez back inch by inch away from an escape! Despairing boos fill the air, as Wright sits back in, with Rodez now a considerable distance away from the ropes. An agonising distance for Rodez and his supporters! Howling in pain, Rodez makes another effort to reach the ropes as he starts to drag Wright's 233 pounds along towards the ropes once more. Wright sits back again, but still Rodez crawls, with determination and sheer grit as he begins to gradually get nearer and nearer to the ropes. Suddenly, Wright stands up, adjusting hold of the legs and folding one over the other, hooking his arms in between and sitting back once more with Rodez trapped. COLE Texas Cloverleaf! Wright adjusts the Boston Crab into the perhaps even more effective Texas Cloverleaf! Now Rodez is going nowhere, unable to crawl any further with CW's knee planted on the back of his head. So it's lucky that Rodez is just centimetres from the ropes... ...WHICH HE GRABS! "YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Frustratedly, Wright flings the legs down and steps away from Rodez, who continues to cling onto the ropes despite the broken hold. Wright fumes for a minute, before going back to Rodez. Grabbing a leg, he pulls Rodez and tries to get him away from the ropes. Clinging on for dear life, Rodez won't go though. He grabs the rope with a second hand as well to further hang onto the ropes, Wright still tugging away in hope. Reaching up, Rodez grabs the middle rope now with his hands and waits for Wright to pull again, using that momentum and his grip on the ropes to somersault backwards, landing on his feet in front of Wright...and stopping short, clutching his ribs! CABOOSE Ha! He might have a lot of heart, but he's sure lacking in the brains department, huh? With his opponent momentarily incapacitated, Wright snatches an arm and sends Rodez across the ring with an irish whip. Rodez hits the opposite ropes but suddenly puts the brakes on, much to the confusion of CW who hesitates for a moment before sprinting forward at Rodez. But Rodez is ready and prepared, side-stepping Wright on the way and drop-toe-holding him across the middle rope! COLE Uh-oh! CABOOSE I hate this... Eventually, Wright settles on the middle rope, as behind him Rodez goes the dance, hits the opposite ropes, sprints back at Wright... ...WHO MOVES!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!" Missing the "Call That Bitch Bojangles", Rodez bounces back off the ropes and into a knee to the spine, executed with pin-point precision by Christian Wright! Stopping suddenly, Rodez clutches his lower back. As meanwhile, Wright steps to the side and takes Rodez over with a quick back suplex. COLE With those bad ribs, Rodez just can't mount any offense here! Wright leaps back up and grabs a handful of Rodez's hair, dragging him to his feet slowly. As he does, Rodez fires a right hand to the gut of Wright. But Wright quickly drives his arm down across the back of his opponent which drops him back down to his knees. Stepping behind Rodez, Wright quickly pulls up the New Age Love Machine and just as quickly pops the hips, taking Rodez up and over with a textbook german suplex which folds Rodez up across his trapezius area, jolting back and neck! Slumping into position, Rodez remains down as Wright leaves the ring and begins to climb to the top rope! COLE Look at this...Christian Wright going up. This is a rare move. CABOOSE Yep. It might not be smart, but it's rare. Reaching the top, Wright assesses the distance before adjusting up top, launching off... ...and MISSING the Holy Grail Frog Splash!! COLE Rodez got out of the way! Wright crashes and burns. Both men are hurt and set about trying to get back up. Despite his miss, Wright is up first. Rodez meanwhile uses the ropes to pull himself up, his ribs clearly still bothering him. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Eventually he reaches his feet but falls into the ropes from exhaustion, allowing Wright to stride across to Rodez and deliver series of right hooks into the ribs of the New Age Love Machine. With each hook, Rodez slumps further into the ring ropes and it looks like all his energy is gone now as Leon's eyes begin to droop down with the rest of his body. Wright whips the weary Rodez around so his back is to the ropes, with nowhere to go and prime pickings... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...for a knifedge *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and two more, leaving Rodez gasping for air. With Leon unable to suitably defend himself, Wright grabs Rodez by the arm and irish whips him across the ring. Rodez rebounds and can't stop himself before getting hooked under the armpits and lifted up for a Wright Off... ...but it's countered, with a small package... ONE! TWO! THRE... NO! A little shocked, Wright gets back to his feet and catches Rodez with a boot to the gut. That doubles over Rodez and leaves him prime to be placed in a standing headscissors, which brings the crowd to their feet to will Leon to counter. COACH Could be a Crucifx Powerbomb here... With a quick pause to fire the crowd up, Wright lifts Rodez up... ...only for Rodez to float over the back, countering into a sunset flip... ONE! TWO! THREEEEE!!! COLE RODEZ TAKES IT! RODEZ SURPISED WRIGHT, AND GETS THE PIN! CABOOSE WHAT THE HELL!?! *DING DING* Rodez scrambles out of the ring with victory intact, as Wright comes to his knees wondering what the hell happened. BUFFER Your winner of the match... LLEEEEEEEOONN... RRROOOODDEEEZZZZZZZ!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Edited August 28, 2005 by King Cucaracha Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
