Hoff 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2005 (edited) TV-14 L,V * DUN DUN DUN DUNNA, DUN DUN DUNNA * Across a river, over a bunch of mountains, through fields, sweeping past trees and bushes, hovering over the skyline of New York City, the OAOAST logo flies through the air...before sweeping down, brushing past an elderly man who seems understandably shocked to see six over-sized letters fly past him. The logo continues going, nearing a house...which luckily, a woman is leaving, meaning the logo can sweep through the open door, continuing on down the hallfway and into the living room where a young kid is sat on his computer. It sweeps past him, hitting the computer...which explodes with a flash, lighting up much to the kid shock and delight. THE OAOAST...WHAT THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD IS READING~! We fade in on a shot of the Rosemont Horizon. The ring is set, the AngleTron is ready to go, and the beautiful AngleSlam logo adorns the hall. The fans are rowdy, raucous...and they go WILD as fireworks explode into the air! Amidst the chaos, in the upper deck, sit our two favorite analysts -- or at least the two that will work for the cheapest. TONY SCHIAVONE and JESSE "THE BODY" VENTURA! VENTURA Oh, yeah, Tony, now THIS is a big-time atmosphere! SCHIAVONE Welcome fans to our presentation of AngleSlam 2005! Tony Schiavone alongside my friend and colleague, Jesse "The Body" Ventura. VENTURA I ain't your friend, Schiavone. But I have to be in a good mood tonight. Can you believe this crowd? They are more pumped than an audience watching one of my great films. SCHIAVONE I don't know about that, Jess, but I do know that we have a great, great lineup in store tonight, capped off by several huge, main-event quality matches. Obviously we know we'll see titles on the line tonight, we'll see Peter Knight defend his X-Title against Crystal, and Jess, what do you think of that one? VENTURA Well The Body is very old-school, Tony, you know that, but Crystal has shown she's willing to do whatever is necessary to get the win, and I think she'll get it done tonight. SCHIAVONE Interesting analysis, Jess. We've also got tha Puerto Rican, PRL, defending his 24/7 Title against the masked man, Otaku II. VENTURA Otaku is a very underrated competitor in my mind, but tonight I don't think he measures up to tha Puerto Rican, who is in my mind the best 24/7 Champion of all time. SCHIAVONE Strong words. We also have Alfdogg defending the Heartland Title in the Invitational Chamber of Hell, and that promises to be a wild one. VENTURA Alfdogg has been red-hot as the Heartland Champion, and I'm sure he'll give us a match to remember. SCHIAVONE And if we're talking title matches, we've got to be talking about Hoff versus Axel. VENTURA The World Title on the line, and this will be an epic confrontation between two big, dominant guys. I think tonight, I have to give the egde to the champion. Why? Because he's been through worse, and come out on top. SCHIAVONE A very deserving champion, as well as a deserving challenger. Well folks, we'd love to run down the rest for you, but they're telling us it's time to get underway with our first matchup. Fellas, take it from here! Edited August 29, 2005 by Hoff Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2005 COLE Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to AngleSlam 2005! I'm Michael Cole, alongside Caboose and the Coach, and we are just about to get underway. COACH Oh, man, the Coach is more pumped than he is when he hangs around highschools! COLE What? CABOOSE Are you there for the girls or the boys? COLE Creepy. FOlks, we've got a huge lineup, including the Street Fight between Vitamin X and the Parka, and the first-ever meeting between Zack Malibu and Drek Stone. And of course, Axel and Hoff for the World Title. But right now, Michael Buffer is ready to kick it off with our first match!! *DING DING DING* BUFFER Lllladies and gentlemen, the following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the OAOAST X-Division Championship! “YEAHHHHHHHHHH!” CUE: Plug In Baby by Muse “BOOOOOOOOOO!” A blue hue falls over the Horizon as the lyrics begin, the crowd trying to drown it out with boos. I've exposed your lies Baby The underneath's no big surprise Now it's time for changing And cleansing everything to forget your love BOOOOOM! One pyro explosion later and the challenger steps through the curtain, cockily thrusting her arms into the air even though she’s going at it sans Gunner Sharps, her muscle, at ringside. BUFFER Introducing first, the challenger; from Coquitlam, British Colombia, Canada, weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds, she is the Female Phenom......Crrrrrrystallllllll!!! COLE I’m surprised she looks so confident tonight, as her opponent not only outweighs her by 150 pounds, but is very very angry with her. COACH I told you guys, Crystal has a plan. She let me in on it earlier, and it’s a very good one. Crystal steps through the ropes and, in a very ladylike gesture, spits the gum she was chewing into the crowd (which will be up on EBay by the end of the night) and pulls at the ropes, loosening herself up as the blue hue turns into blue strobes as Oh Hell Yeah begins. The X-Champion, still limping slightly, walks through the curtain, a look of focus mixed with some anger on his face. “YEAHHHHHHHHH!!!” BUFFER And her opponent; from Fall River, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds, he is the reigning X-Division Champion of the WOOOOOOOORLD......Peterrrrrrrrrr Kniiiiiiiight!!! COLE That man is no pushover. His left knee has been taking a beating over the past few months, but he has fought through the pain and has defended his title successfully. CABOOSE But he’s starting to go from “gutsy” to “stupid and title-less” if he keeps giving his opponents such an inviting target. Crystal knew it in their first match, and she’s going to try to finish the job right now. Knight unstraps his belt and hands it off to referee Nick Patrick, who holds it up for the fans before handing it off to the timekeeper. He checks both for foreign objects and, seeing that both are clean, signals for the bell. *DING DING* Knight charges and lunges at Crystal, but she quickly sidesteps him, firing off a quick kick to his knee, causing him to stumble a bit into the corner. Crystal smirks as Knight adjusts his brace and rubs the knee. COLE That brace might help the knee a bit, but that was a sharp kick right to the back of it. Patrick asks Knight if he wants to continue, which is a stupid question to ask him, and orders both of them to fight. Knight takes his time this time, circling Crystal and looking for an opening. Crystal waits for him to make his move and uses her speed to sidestep him again and runs off the ropes. Knight tries a clothesline, but Crystal goes into a slide underneath Knight’s legs, popping up and kicking the knee again. Knight stumbles into the corner, but Crystal keeps on him, alternating kicks to the knee and the gut before draping his left leg on the middle rope and pulling up on his foot, putting pressure on the knee. Patrick starts his count and Crystal releases at 4, only to grab his foot again and pull, pressing against the knee for more pressure. Patrick counts again, but Knight gets Crystal off himself by clubbing her in the back. He grabs her arm and shoots her off the ropes, putting his head down and sending Crystal airborne with a back body drop. Crystal stumbles to the ropes and gets back to her feet, but Knight charges and nails her with a clothesline, sending her cartwheeling over the top and to the floor. The momentum also sends Knight to the floor, but he quickly gets up, his knee unharmed. CABOOSE A very risky move there, as an awkward landing would have torqued the knee even more. Knight pulls her up by the hair and prepares her for a whip, sending her careening into the ringpost with an audible *SMACK* and spinning her to the floor in front of Sofa Central. COLE Hey Coach, your dream’s come true; Crystal is flat on her back right at your feet. Patrick’s count is up to 5 as Knight walks over to retrieve her, pulling her up by the hair and throwing her back into the ring, sliding in under the ropes himself. He pulls her up and hits a backdrop suplex, immediately going for the cover. 1.... 2.... But she kicks out. Knight whips her into the corner and moves in. Crystal swings her feet up, trying for a kick, but Knight swats them down and *SMACK* nails a chop. “WHOOOO!!” *SMACK* “WHOOOOO!” *SMACK* WHOOOOO!” But Crystal jams her foot into Knight’s kneecap to immediately slow him down, following up with a chop clock to put him on the mat. She steps on the knee and pulls the foot upwards, bringing it a few inches off the ground before stomping it back down to the mat. She does it again, and proceeds to attempt to remove the kneebrace. Patrick warns her with an immediate disqualification if she does, so she reluctantly stops and drives her own knee into it, pulling the foot back for pressure. COLE Patrick must have been told by GM Calvin Szechstein to stop her from removing that brace because he knew she would try to do that and get an advantage. CABOOSE Gee, brilliant observation, Sherlock. Knight reaches his arm out and drags himself the few inches it takes to grab the bottom rope and force a break. She keeps the hold on after a four count and releases, looking at Patrick and kissing her hand before slapping her ass with it, but she suddenly falls backwards into a rollup pin by Knight! 1..... 2..... A surprised Crystal kicks out and begins to stomp the knee again as punishment. She drags Knight to the center of the ring and locks in a single leg crab. COLE Crystal got too overconfident there and almost lost the match COACH But now she’s slowing things down and keeping him on the mat, the first part of her strategy, by the way. COLE What’s the other part? COACH You’ll see. Crystal leans back, bending the knee as Knight grimaces in pain. Knight, however, is able to drag Crystal with him over to the ropes and once again force a break. COLE See, the problem with this is that Crystal just isn’t big enough to really get enough leverage to keep Knight on the ground and prevent him from being able to get to the ropes. CABOOSE How come you aren’t this analytical on Smackdown? COLE I have Stephanie McMahon in my ear all the time. What do you think? She kicks the knee, dragging him back to the center of the ring and spins around with a toehold, trying a figure four, but Knight puts his foot on her BUTT and pushes her off into the corner, slamming her sternum first into the corner. She stumbles backwards into a full nelson by Knight, who lifts her up and slams her to the mat. He covers. 1..... 2..... But she just kicks out before the three. Knight goes to pull her up by the hair, but..... *CHING* “Oooooooohhh!” Crystal low blows him. Patrick, being a bit more lenient because it’s a title match, simply warns her, but the move has done what she wanted to do: slow Knight down. Knight has fallen to one knee, grimacing in pain from a new sore spot and doesn’t notice Crystal standing behind him, waiting for him to get up. He gets to a vertical position and Crystal grabs a waistlock, lifting Knight up and..... *BAM* Hitting a release German suplex!! COACH AW YEAH! COLE Wow, Crystal showing off her strength with that suplex. She makes a Razor Ramon-esque “That’s it!” gesture with her arms and walks towards the corner. COACH And now she wants to finish it, guys. Looking back to make sure Knight’s in position, she climbs up to the middle turnbuckle. She raises her arms in mock victory, drawing a cavalcade of boos from the crowd before hopping up to the top turnbuckle.... .....Jumping off with a moonsault..... *WHAM* ....And getting a face full of canvas. “YEAHHHHHHHH” COLE Diamond in the Rough, but NOBODY HOME!!!! COACH DAMMIT!! Crystal rolls around on the mat, holding her ribs as Knight, heavily limping on his knee now, walks over to her, spreads her feet apart (get the minds out of the gutters, sickos) and steps between them! COLE And now it’s Ace time!! Knight grapevines the legs and turns her over, but when he goes to reach for her arms, he suddenly releases the hold and collapses face first to the mat grabbing his left knee in agony. CABOOSE The knee can’t take it! This might be her chance! Crystal, still holding her ribs with one hand, steps over Knight’s legs and pulls them up, crossing them and pulling him further upwards, grinding her knee into Knight’s back! COACH The Crystalling!!!! She’s gonna do it!! COLE I said Knight could be able to get to the ropes, but this hold gives her much more leverage! The Horizon crowd attempts to rally Knight, clapping their hands and stomping their feet as he grunts in pain and Crystal leans back for more pressure. CRYSTAL COME ON!!!! TAP!!!! “Let’s go P-K” *clap clap clapclapclap* “Let’s go P-K” *clap clap clapclapclap* “Let’s go P-K” *clap clap clapclapclap* “Let’s go P-K” *clap clap clapclapclap* COLE Listen to this! COACH It doesn’t mean a damn thing, Cole. All she’s got to do is keep the pressure on and the title’s hers!!! Knight takes a few deep breaths and puts his hands palm down on the canvas, pushing himself up and starts to crawl towards the ropes, but he only goes a foot before running out of steam and going back down to the mat. He endures the pain for a little bit before pushing himself up again and inching closer, the cheering and stomping intensifying the closer he gets. COACH and CRYSTAL TAP!!! CABOOSE Geez, sit down Coach. You are WAY too into this match. Knight inches closer...... ......closer....the rope is almost within reach..... .....he reaches out..... .....and grabs the rope!!! “YEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” COACH NO!!!!! Crystal groans in frustration as Patrick begins his five count, releasing the hold at four. She pouts and kicks the ropes, saying some very naughty words that would get us in trouble with the FCC. Completely aggravated, she goes to remove the brace again. COLE Come on, get off of him. Patrick warns her again, but is ignored. He is forced to physically pull Crystal away, sending them both stumbling backwards. Suddenly, Crystal “trips” and brings Patrick down with her, making sure that he’s face down on the mat, unable to see or really hear anything. COACH Well, looks like it’s time for Plan B. COLE What? Coach stands from his seat, folding up the chair he was sitting on and walking away from Sofa Central. He makes sure Patrick is distracted before walking over to where Knight is. COLE What is he doing? Coach raises the chair and..... *WHAP* Slams it into the left knee!! ”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! COLE What the hell?!?! Coach, making sure he wasn’t caught, walks back over to Sofa Central and unfolds his chair, taking his seat once again and donning his headset. COACH THAT was Plan B. CABOOSE What the hell did you do THAT for? COACH SHUT IT!!! Come on, pin him!!! Crystal, giving a slight wink to Coach, drags Knight to the center of the ring and hooks the leg. COACH YES!!! YES!!! COLE NO!!! NOT LIKE THIS!!!! ONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THRRRRRRRRRRNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! COACH NO! NO, GODDAMIT!!! That’s it. COLE Knight just kicked out!! Hey! Get back here Jonathan! Coach grabs his chair once again and hops onto the apron, holding it out like a target. Patrick starts to go over to get him down, but Crystal shoves him over and picks Knight up by the hair. COLE What the hell has gotten into Jonathan Coachman?! CABOOSE Search me, mate. Crystal charges, ready to splatter Knight’s face into the steel........but Knight pushes her off, her own momentum sending her careening towards Coach and *SMACK* right into the chair, the force sending Coach flying off the apron to the floor. “YEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” Crystal staggers backwards......right into a fireman’s carry! COLE Here it comes!!!! CABOOSE She’s fighting it!! Crystal wiggles and wriggles, trying to get free and Knight stumbles around the ring, trying to keep her up on one good wheel. His knee buckles slightly, and he falls to one knee, but he keeps Crystal on his shoulders and, legs shaking, fights through the pain and gets back to his feet. He steadies himself, spins Crystal off and..... *WHAM* “YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” COLE KNIGHTMARE!!! KNIGHTMARE!!! KNIGHTMARE!!! Here’s the cover! ONNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! ”YEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” *DING DING* COLE Knight retains his belt!! He rolls off Crystal and pounds the mat, clenching his fists and raising his arms in victory as Coachman pounds the apron on the outside. Patrick hands the belt to Knight as Buffer, trying to be heard over the roar, makes it official. BUFFER Llllladies and gentlemen, here is your winner.....and STILL the OAOAST X-Division Champion of the WOOOOOOOOORRRRLLLLLD…..Peterrrrrrrrrrrr Kniiiiiiiiiight!!!!! Knight makes a move towards Coachman, but Patrick restrains him at the ropes, telling him that the whole thing is over. Adjusting his brace, he walks to all four corners and raises the X-Division belt for all to see before throwing it over his shoulder and stepping out onto the ramp, raising his arms in victory as he walks to the back. Meanwhile, Coach returns to Sofa Central. COLE Want to tell me what the hell that was all about? COACH I don’t want to talk about it. COLE But..... COACH I SAID I don’t want to talk about it!! Go to something else. God-dammit we were close. COLE “We”? The camera cuts to the backstage area. The Lightning Crew and Stephen Joseph Popick arrive, which causes the crowd to boo. “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican is wearing a suit and tie, and is holding the OAOAST 24/7 Championship belt with his left arm, and is holding Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez with his right arm. PRL and Lindsay look at each other lovingly. Cuban Wall and Vitamin X are walking right next to them, while Thomas Rodriguez and Mr. Boricua walk behind them. The Lightning Crew and Popick all have smirks on their faces. COLE There it is The Lightning Crew and Stephen Joseph Popick. They have a big night in front of them. COACH That’s right, Cole. Four Lightning Crew members will be in action tonight. COLE “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican defends his OAOAST 24/7 Championship against Otaku II. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez battles Ayane Mitsui in a one-on-one match. Cuban Wall will be one of the five men gunning for Alfdogg’s Heartland Championship in the Heartland Invitational Chamber Of Hell Match which also includes JINGUS, Mike Guerriero, Thunderkid, and Reject. And Vitamin X will take on The Parka in a Street Fight! COACH And let’s not forget that Stephen Joseph will be involved in a tag team match along with Dan Black against The GPX! COLE Will The Lightning Crew go 4-0 tonight at AngleSlam? Or 0-4? CABOOSE 4-0. COLE Your answer doesn’t count Caboose! CABOOSE Yes it does. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2005 (edited) Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, from Boston, MA, she weighs in at 110 lbs, she is A-YAN-E MIT-SU-I! ~”Ashburn” starts up, and Ayane walks out, but as she’s halfway down the ramp, Lindsay dashes out and axehandles her from behind, knocking Ayane down.~ Cole: Why couldn’t she wait for the match to begin? Caboose: Because only losers impose limitations like ringing bells upon themselves. Winners strike whenever they see and opening, and Lindsay is proving she is a WINNER by hitting Ayane when she least expects it. ~Lindsay begins stomping on Ayane before the referee yells at her to get in the ring, so Lindsay pulls up Ayane by her red dyed hair and pulls her the rest of the way to the ring and rolls her in. Lindsay then goes to the apron, jumps onto the top rope, and hits a SPRINGBOARD DOUBLE STOMP onto Ayane’s back! Cole: I think Ayane just had her back snapped in two! ~Lindsay begins to stomp on Ayane’s back again.~ Cole: I think Lindsay wants to cripple Ayane Mitsui. Coach: Good for her, Ayane is a waste of a woman. Cole: How can you say that, Coach? Coach: She doesn’t do bikini contests, her outfit is about as sexy as RVD’s sweaty singlets, and she just wants to wrestle! Everyone knows that women should be eye candy first, and wrestlers second, that’s why my money is on Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, she’s much easier on the eyes. Cole: For the love of God…. ~Back in the ring, Ayane catches Ayane unawares with a double leg takedown as she tries another stomp, and Ayane leaps onto Lindsay and begins to rain down blows on Lindsay. The referee gives up and calls for the bell. Ayane suddenly stops and walks away, then turns back and waits for Lindsay to get to her feet.~ Cole: She might be looking to hit the Golden High Kick right here! Caboose: She’ll take poor Lindsay’s head clean off her shoulders! ~Ayane swings out with the kick as Lindsay gets up, but she stumbles down and the kick sails over her head.~ Caboose: God, was she ever lucky there! ~Lindsay gathers her wits and gets up, quickly. She dropkicks the disoriented Ayane, knocking her into the ropes, and then hits her with another dropkick, this time knocking the Japanese kick boxer down.~ Cole: Lindsay shows shades of Maven as she hits a pair of picture perfect dropkicks. Caboose: Are you going to mention horrible wrestlers every show now? Cole: Not necessarily, and hey, Maven WAS the first winner of Tough Enough and knocked Undertaker out of a Royal Rumble once! Caboose: He still sucked, and comparing the sexy athlete who’s taking over this match to a loser like Maven is a great insult to her! Coach: Wow, Caboose is really hot tonight! ~The camera switches to Sofa Central for just a moment as Caboose slugs Coach, knocking him out for a while.~ Caboose: God, I hate him. ~Back in the ring, Lindsay tries to grab Ayane’s legs to attempt a submission, but Ayane keeps kicking at her. Lindsay gives up and leaps onto the ropes, attempting a Lionsault..~ Cole: Nobody’s home! Ayane rolled and Lindsay misses the Lionsault! ~Ayane gets up and waits for Lindsay to get back up before firing off a series of jabs, hooks, and kicks to the shins and knees.~ Cole: Ayane Mitsui was a world class kick boxer, and she’s showing why with all of these quick strikes to Lindsay. Caboose: But, don’t you think Lindsay has been training to take these blows? Ayane might just be gassing herself out. ~Ayane drives Lindsay into the ropes, and then takes a step back and hits a flying clothesline!~ Cole: Both women tumble out to the floor with that flying lariat! ~Ayane gets up first, and she pulls up Lindsay, but Lindsay grabs Ayane by the head and slams it into the apron. Lindsay then drags Ayane over and slams her head into the ring stairs. Ayane wobbles for a moment before falling to the floor.~ Cole: Lindsay has spent most of her time out here trying to turn this wrestling match into a bar room brawl! Caboose: Cole, Cole, Cole, don’t you have any faith in the fine referee the OAOAST has assigned to this match? If she was really doing anything illegal, the referee would admonish her, warn her, maybe even disqualify her, wouldn’t he? Cole: Just because she’s operating within the rules doesn’t mean her tactics are superb examples of sportsmanship. Caboose: I really don’t care about sportsmanship; I care about winning, Cole. She’s making sure she wins by staying within the rules but maximizing the damage she does. ~Lindsay attempts to whip Ayane into the opposite ringpost, but Ayane reverses and Lindsay slams her shoulder into the post! Lindsay gets pulled off by Ayane and rolled into the ring as she clutches at her shoulder. Ayane rolls Lindsay onto her back and drags her by the bad arm into the middle of the ring, then applies a FUJIWARA ARMBAR!~ Cole: Ayane shows she’s more than a kick boxer as she applies this painful submission hold, the Fujiwara Armbar! ~Lindsay struggles and tries to reach the ropes, but she can’t stand the pain and she taps out. Ayane immediately breaks the hold and raises her arms in victory as the crowd cheers.~ Cole: Ayane Mitsui defeats Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez with the Fujiwara Armbar! Caboose: Not without the help of the ringpost! Cole: She just gave Lindsay a taste of her own medicine! ~Otaku runs out and hugs Ayane as she goes to the floor and they leave, celebrating her victory and handing out lots of high fives.~ The camera cuts to the back, where the Cuban Wall is getting a pep talk from PRL as he punches at the air. COLE There, we see the Cuban Wall getting prepared for his match! It'll be Wall stepping into the Chamber of Hell with five other men for a shot at Alfdogg's Heartland title! Edited August 30, 2005 by Hoff Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2005 COLE Next up is the match between the New New Midnight Express, and Synth Esizer and Punkmaster P -- the Punk Rockers. COACH Yeah, and I imagine the Punk Rockers are out for blood after all that Cornette's guys have done to them. CABOOSE It's not Cornette's fault that he's so brilliant. But, I guess you two wouldn't know anything about that. COLE Would you stop? The synthesized beat of Giorgio Moroder's "Chase" begins blasting over the multi-million dollar sound system, drawing the jeers of the fans as Jim Cornette leads the lastest incarnation of the Midnight Express -- the New New Midnight Express -- to the ring. BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall. Making their way to the ring, accompanied by their manager Jim Cornette; at a combined weight of 460 pounds, the NEW NEW MIDNIGHT EXXXPRESSSS! Cornette holds the middle rope up for his men, following them in. All 3 men head to their corner, with Ned acknowledging out one of the few pro-NNMX signs in the crowd. BUFFER And their opponents. Weighing 455 pounds, Synth featuring Punkmaster P -- the PUNK RRROCKERSSSS! "G's & Soliders" hits, the the fans rising to their feet, cheering wildly as Synth and Punkmaster P sprint to the ring. The New New Midnight Express go to meet Synth and P.P. head-on, but referee Nick Patrick holds them back. Jim Cornette berates the referee when, in actuality, it's all part of the plan. The SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA blindside the Punk Rockers on their way to the ring. Shyanne, the sister of Marcellus, hands the S.C.M. a pair of NIGHTSTICKS. COLE Hey, come on, damnit! These guys have no busy being out here. Cornette keeping the referee distracted while the South Central Militia assault the Punk Rockers on the outside. COACH We're witnessing what happens to a couple of punks when they break the law in south central L.A., baby. Vincent Santana rams Punkmaster P HEAD-FIRST into the RINGPOST, knocking him out cold. Then he and Marcellus brutalize Synth with the nightsticks. Synth fights back, driving Marcellus straight back into the edge of the ring apron. Marcellus keeps him ground as he and Vincent pumpel Synth, with Vincent getting in many shots to the ribs with the nightstick. Marcellus grabs Synth's right arm and slams it down on the RING STEPS. The loud THUD grabbing the attention of Nick Patrick. He ejects the S.C.M. from ringside, calling for officials backstage to come out and escort Marcellus and Vincent. With pleasure the S.C.M. peacefully go backstage with the officials, punking fans along the way. COLE What's gonna happen here? The bell never rang -- Hell, the Punk Rockers didn't even make to the ring. Can Synth even go? His partner -- the one who's with him tonight -- is being helped to the back. Synth is in a considerable amount of pain. His arm may be broken. The South Central Militia are obviously here for the sole purpose of eliminating the Heavenly Rockers from the OAOAST. They've taken out Holly-Wood -- damn near breaking her neck. They've taken out Logan -- not physically but emotional. And they just may have taken out Synth. Nick Patrick confers with Synth outside, crotching down. He rises back up and calls for the b-- Synth calls him by the collar of his shirt, shouting "NO!" "YEEEEAAAAHHHH!" The cameras pick up Nick repeatedly asking, "Are you sure?" Synth nods. NICK: "I want you to be sure that I'm ending the match the moment I see you in trouble, you understand?" Synth nods again. He jumps in the ring before Nick Patrick has a chance to call for the bell. COLE This kid's got guts. He probably shouldn't even wrestle, especially since it's gonna be 2-on-1 with Punkmaster P out, but he's fighting not just for himself but for his friends. COACH He can always find new ones. * DING DING * The Midnights break away from Jim Cornette and charge Synth. He ducks underneath a double-team clothesline, hits the ropes and takes both Midnights off their feet with a running dropkick! Ned knocked back off his feet with a spinning heel kick. Simon kicked on the way. Irish whip. Back bodydrop. His back facing the Midnights, Synth climbs the turnbuckles all the way up. Perched on the top, he checks between his legs, waiting for both Midnights to get back to their feet. MOONSAULT! Nick Patrick counts both Midnights. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, KICKOUT! "The Handsome Hustler" met with a dropkick, followed by a running leg lariat that sends him through the ropes to the outside. Simon nails Synth with a hard shot from behind. He whips him to the corner, charging in after him, Synth leaping onto the top rope and diving back onto Singleton with a reverse CROSS BODY! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! With just Synth and Simon in the ring, the crowd calls for the DDT. Synth sets Simon up for Percussion. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Ned steaming ahead, but is unable to react quickly enough. Blanchard with a SIDEKICK to the arm. The pain running down the arm causing Synth to let go of the front facelock. Singleton capitalizes, hitting a SINGLE-ARM DDT! Synth SCREAMS at the top of his lungs as Simon leans back and applies an ARMBAR. The scream causes Nick Patrick to immediately call for the bell. * DING DING DING DING * "BOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE The fans don't like it. But it's the right call. A young man's career is at stake here. Now break the damn hold, damnit! Break it! Nick Patrick forcefully tries to pull Simon off, but Ned comes over and shoves him to the corner. Jim Cornette keeps Nick trapped in the corner, parking his backside up against the long-time referee. The armbar still applied, Synth can only hope and pray Simon lets go of the hold before any further damage is done. Ned stomping him in the back of the head. Cornette tosses Blanchard the TENNIS RACKET. The good news for Synth is, the armbar is released. The bad news: Simon extends the arm out and Ned bases the racket across the arm. COLE Officials storm the ring and thankfully regain order. The New New Midnight Express and Jim Cornette making their way backstage, pleased with their actions. I'm tellin' you, some day those 3 men will get theirs. And when they do, I and millions of fans around the world will watch as they get their asses handed to them. The camera cuts to The Lightning Crew dressing room. “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican and Vitamin X are the only ones in the room. The crowd boos the moment they appear onscreen. Both men are in their wrestling attires. Vitamin X is doing the Shane-O-Mac Shuffle while Tha Puerto Rican is lost in thought, holding the OAOAST 24/7 Championship belt over his right shoulder. He is also wearing his Puerto Rico flag facepaint. The hubcap from the El Camino is sitting on one of the couches. “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN Yo, you ready for tonight? VITAMIN X Boss, I’ve been waiting for this moment for my entire life! Tonight, my name goes in the OAOAST record books as the man who RETIRED The Parka! When you look back at AngleSlam 2005, you will remember that it was Vitamin X, The X-Man, who ended The Parka’s legendary career, once and for all! PRL Yes. That’s EXACTLY what I want to hear! Tonight, you will CRIPPLE Parka! You are going to attack that back like a shark that smells blood. And when that match ends, it will end just like all my matches end. With you on top, and Parka lying on the mat staring at the lights! VITAMIN X Yep. Lindsay may have lost, but I will come out a winner tonight! The Parka is going down! PRL And that’s the truth, Ruth! VX Heh. Listen, Puerto. I want to thank you. Because if it weren’t for you giving me that motivational speech back in July, I wouldn’t be here tonight about to retire The Parka. If it weren’t for you telling me to do things on my own, I wouldn’t be here, on the verge of becoming a singles superstar. PRL blushes at this. VX P.R., it’s all because of you that I’m standing here in my wrestling attire tonight at AngleSlam. I will become a superstar, and it’s all thanks to you! Which is why, as a token of my appreciation, I’m giving you this. Vitamin X grabs a giant red box with a green bow on top of it that was sitting right next to the hubcap. VX hands the box over to Tha Puerto Rican. PRL looks at the box with a puzzling look on his face. PRL Uh, X. I like you, but not in THAT way. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. VITAMIN X I’m not hitting on you. What I AM doing is giving you something special. I went to the person I go to to get my jewelry, Jacob The Jeweler, and I asked him to create something very special just for you. This, my man, is for you. From me to you. PRL shakes the box. VITAMIN X COME ON AND OPEN IT UP! PRL glares at X. VITAMIN X I mean…uh, open it. Tha Puerto Rican slowly opens up the box. His eyes light up once he sees what’s inside. PRL I don’t believe it! Tha Puerto Rican pulls out a brand-new 24/7 Championship belt! The belt is diamond encrusted, with small gold clocks on the sides. The “24/7” part of the belt is especially shiny. PRL is mesmerized by the belt. The crowd isn’t. PRL Wow. Just—wow. I don’t believe it. You…you did this for me! You created a belt just for me? VX Yeah. I felt that a man of your caliber needed to carry something better looking than that thing around your shoulder. This new belt cost $10,000 to make. I wanted to give you the best belt money can buy. PRL Oh man. X, you shouldn’t have! This belt is gorgeous! It’s absolutely wonderful! It’s the most beautiful belt I’ve ever seen! VX It spins. PRL It what? VX It spins too. Try it. PRL spins the belt plate: PRL YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!! IT’S SPINNING, MAN, IT’S SPINNING! IT’S SPINNING, MAN, IT’S SPINNING! PRL spins the belt plate again. Vitamin X stands there with a smile on his face. PRL X, I love this belt. I’m going to be carrying this belt with me from now on. PRL drops the OAOAST 24/7 Championship belt on the floor, and puts HIS custom made 24/7 Championship belt over his right shoulder. PRL shines the belt plate, and then spins it again. VX And I did it just for you. PRL hugs Vitamin X. PRL Thanks man. VX Tonight, P.R., I’m dedicating my match to you. PRL To me? VX To you. PRL Respeck. PRL and Vitamin X pound fists. PRL looks at his belt for a few seconds, as if he is mesmerized by it. PRL Well, what are we waiting for? It’s time to make some history! I gotta go. X, good luck tonight. The Lightning Crew will be rooting for you. VITAMIN X Good luck to you too boss. PRL leaves the room. Vitamin X looks on with a wide smile on his face. VITAMIN X The Parka’s career will END tonight! I’m going to do it. I’m going to do it! I’m going to end his career! Vitamin X starts pacing around The Lightning Crew dressing room. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2005 In a world full of posers, phonies, and pure wannabees, there finally emerges a group which has come to set the record straight. so, all you suckers better recognize, ya heard can you say uhhh na na na na... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! BUFFER The following contest is tag team action, set for one fall! Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 407lbs, from HOTlanta Georgia - Johnny Jax Jackson, $cotty $tatic - former OAOAST Tag Team Champions - GEEEEEEE PEEEEEE EXXXXXX! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! The former fan faves collect a variety of abuse as they strut their way confidently to the ring. COLE Folks, we're ready to go with a match that could settle some scores and open up some more - GPX are about to come up against an old foe and a new one. Cue: "Quiet" "BOOOOO!" "Yeaahhhhh!" "BOOOOO!" BUFFER And their opponents, first, from London England, weighing 238lbs, the Ice Heart, Daaaaaaaaaaan BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLACK! Dan walks out to a continuing mixed reaction. Wearing his black trench coat and shades, Black walks calmly down to ringside, where he stands and watches GPX cooly. COLE Cheers and boos for Dan Black tonight. CABOOSE Well, the guys done a lot of horrible things. But thursday night on HeldDown we heard him talking about how much the OAOAST means to him. Lately, we've seen him prove it, in his own way. The fans respect that, and so do I. Unlike his partner... Cue: "Awww Naw" BUFFER And his partner, from, weighing - STEEEEEEEEEEPHEN JOSEPH! Mostly boos for SJ, having been recently firmly aligned with the hated Puerto Rican. SJ walks down and joins Dan. They briefly nod to each other, and then dive into the ring, surprising Buffer out of it, but not GPX, who leap over to stomp them down. COACH Stephen Joseph wanting into this match to show the GPX what being an OAOAST Original is all about - well he has his chance here! Jackson puts the boots to SJ, while Scotty brings Dan up - a mistake, as Black blocks his punch easily and nails him with an open handed slap to the ear that has Static staggering. The blow echoes through the arena and the crowd "OOOOOO!"s in appreciation. Our referee, Charles Robinson, signals to get this one underway. *DING DING* Black grabs Jackson off Stephen Joseph and cracks him with a couple of forearm shots and then a quick as lightning snap suplex. Robinson gets SJ and Static onto the aprons for their teams as Black scoots over and tries to lock in his Heart of Ice crossface already! But Jackson pushes Black's arms away and rolls over into the ropes. Dan doesn't care, and grabs him from the ropes. A quick headbutt from Black, and he then lifts Jackson up in the suplex position but just drops him down stomach first on to the top rope. As Johnny hangs there momentarily, Black runs around and dropkicks him straight in the head! Jackson falls to the floor. Black runs the ropes! The crowd buzzes, anticipating a dive - but Dan stops at the last minute. Jackson leaps aside in fright, and the crowd laughs. COLE Black really taking it to GPX in this opening segment! He's on fire right here! The "Jax" takes his time getting back in the ring. Stephen Joseph leans in and asks Dan for the tag. Black looks a little reluctant, but tags in SJ nonetheless. Jackson and SJ meet in the middle of the ring and exchange a little trash talk, before going into a fierce lock up. SJ converts to a hammerlock on Jackson, who reverses it. SJ rolls around and into a side headlock. Jackson pushes SJ off into the ropes, and Joseph shoulderblocks JJ down to the mat. Jackson rolls up and runs at SJ, who grabs him into another side headlock! SJ brings Jackson into his teams corner and motions for Black to tag himself in, which he does. COLE Hmm. Well that was hardly all out assault from Stephen Joseph, there. COACH He's never wrestled these guys before. He has to get their measure. Black near takes Jackson's head off with a vicious European uppercut, and then CHOPS him hard. Johnny staggers away into a vacant corner - obviously the worst place to be, as Dan then lights him with three more pectoral splitting blows. Charles Robinson comes in to break it up and Jackson takes advantage of the distraction to poke Dan in the eye. As Black turns away, he quickly delivers a bulldog from the 2nd rope, and then roles over to tag Scotty S. Scotty grabs Dan as he rises and slugs away with a flurry of forearms. A whip off the ropes, and Static connects with a high dropkick right to the jaw of Black. A cover, but Dan throws him off at one. Scotty drops an elbow to the sternum, and tags in Jackson. GPX pick Dan up and whip him off the ropes. He ducks their double lariat, but takes twin knees to the gut on his return. Jackson then takes him to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. COLE GPX starting to go to work on Black, as they must have done dozens of times before. They know how to hurt him. CABOOSE Yeah, the knowledge than Black T and GPX hold about each other just makes them even more likely to do damage. Jackson brings Black up and tries for a suplex, but Black floats over, dropping behind Johnny and grabbing a waistlock. Before Dan can try one of his suplexes, Jackson twists out and around and manages to drop the groggy Dan with a hard side Russian leg sweep into a cover: ONE! TWO! Black throws up a shoulder. Jackson brings him back up with handful of hair and tags Scotty in once more. Jackson lifts Black up for a belly to back suplex, while Scotty climbs to the top rope. JJ completes the suplex, then rolls aside as Static frogsplashes Dan! ONE! TWO! THR- Shoulder up again! Static brings Black up and tries for a Black Out (stunner), but Dan pushes him off. Scotty flys off the ropes and runs right into Dan's clutches! Belly to belly overhead throw, and Static lands in his teams corner. Black rolls over to tag, but Johnny Jackson is tagged in and drags Dan away. COLE Black getting more isolated, despite that big suplex. COACH GPX doing what they do best. Black knows he needs this tag. Jackson picks Black up and sets for his Beat Drop (pumphandle piledriver) but Black elbows out and swings and misses. Jackson grabs a sleeper on Black, who immediately counters with the classic jaw breaker. With Johnny staggered, Black leaps over and tags Stephen Joseph! SJ leaps into the ring and takes Jackson down with a weak punch! Static runs in and goes down without even touching SJ! COLE Hey...what the hell is going on here! Stephen Joseph stares down the GPX...and then...with a huge smirk, SJ turns and picks up Dan Black. Black, sweating and breathing heavily, looks confusedly at SJ, who responds with - FINALITY! Black is driven to the mat. The crowd's reaction is predictable, as they curse this betrayal. CABOOSE Well, that bitch did it again. How many times are people going to let him get away with this! SJ and the GPX put the boots to Black as the crowd urges him to fight back. Referee Charles Robinson doesn't know what to do. COACH Well, Black shouldn't have trusted SJ. Why should Stephen Joseph be loyal to Originals like Black who never did a thing for him? COLE What is with you tonight? The crowd suddenly CHEERS as Tony Brannigan comes racing out! He deals with his old friend and now enemy Stephen Joseph with a thunderous lariat, and GPX scatter, clearly seeing their job as done. Stephen Joseph rolls out of the ring and backs into the GPX, holding his neck as both members of GPX pull him back in a 'family" manner. Robinson is about to tell Buffer this is a no-contest, when the GPX grab him and point out that Brannigan interfered on behalf of Dan. Intimidated, Charles tells Buffer... BUFFER The winners of this match as a result of a disqualification - G! P! X! COLE Oh come on! This is a joke! Why would Stephen Joseph do this? CABOOSE He's a bastard. COLE I agree! I wish JR was here, I really can't do righteous anger with my girly voice! Let's go to something else Tony and Dan stare down at Stephen Joseph and the GPX...as the camera cuts to the locker room of Mike Guerriero, who is doing pushups on the floor. COLE And there's the youngster, Mike Guerriero, getting himself ready for the Chamber of Hell and a chance of a lifetime to prove himself! And could HE walk out of this building tonight the Heartland champion? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2005 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 wish I was special..." "You're so very special..." *DRN-UN* *DRN-UN* "But I'm a Creep!!" 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. *GOOOOONG!* "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" "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 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!!" COLE And Leon Rodez has surprised everyone, especially Christian Wright! As Leon heads backwards up the ramp, smiling and laughing at Wright, the man in the ring fumes, in anger as well as disbelief. CABOOSE Well Rodez better thank his lucky stars. COACH Lucky or not, he got his win over the man who's been tormenting him for months! COLE I don't know if this issue is settled, but tonight, Leon Rodez was the better man, and he walks out of here with the victory. COACH We'll see if anything comes of this on Thursday....but right now, J-Math is in the back with Otaku II! ~Josh Matthew stands in front of an Angleslam poster with Otaku II.~ Josh: Otaku, tonight you finally get to face the Puerto Rican one on one for his 24/7 Championship, your thoughts? Otaku: Josh, tonight is the biggest night of my career. It’s not just because there are three members of the Mad Machine involved in matches tonight. It’s not just because I am finally getting another shot at a singles belt after about two years of non title matches and recovery from injuries. No, tonight is the biggest night of my career, maybe my life, because both Ayane and I will finally get our chances to get revenge as we take on Lindsay and Puerto Rican individually. We each get to vent all of the frustrations we’ve had in our previous matches against those two. The title is secondary, I want to lay a beating on Latino Suck there. Josh: All right, good luck tonight. ~Josh faces the camera as Otaku nods and walks away.~ Josh: You heard it from Otaku himself, he’s looking to hurt Puerto Rican tonight! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2005 “Ashburn” by Hikari begins playing, which causes the crowd to pop. Sky blue lights around the arena turn on and off, as Otaku II comes out from the curtain, receiving a nice sized pop from the crowd. Otaku is with “The Sheriff” Tony Capella, and the two of them wave to the crowd. As the singer sings the first verse, Otaku and Tony jog to the ring, high fiving fans along the way. *DING DING DING* MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a sixty-minute time limit, and is for the One And Only AngleSault Thread Twenty-Four/Seven Championship! Introducing first, the challenger. Accompanying to the ring by “The Sheriff” Tony Capella. From Boston, Massachusetts. Weighing in at 215 lbs. He is the leader of Mad Machine, OTAKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU TWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! COLE Well in just a few moments, Otaku can finally get his hands around Tha Puerto Rican’s neck. Something he has wanted to do since July 14th, when Tha Puerto Rican and The Lightning Crew viciously attacked his wife, Ayane Mitsui, and left her for dead. CABOOSE Yeah, right. Like that’s gonna happen! Why don’t you tell the truth, Cole? Tha Puerto Rican is going to layeth the smacketh downth on Otaku’s candy ass all over the Rosemont Horizon! COLE I don’t know about that Caboose. Never underestimate a man driven by revenge. Let us not forget AngleMania III back in 2004, when The Mad Cappa defeated PRL to win the Puerto Rican Championship. CABOOSE Ugh. Don’t ever remind me of that! That was a terrible night in PRL’s career! COLE Wait a second, PRL wasn’t even on HeldDOWN~! when that match happened! Infact, I remember that you fell asleep during that match! CABOOSE Don’t question me, Cole. Otaku II and Tony Capella roll into the ring. Otaku gets on the ring ropes, and raises his arms in the air receiving cheers. He then gets on another set of ring ropes, and raises his arms in the air. Otaku smiles. COACH Otaku has Tony Capella by his side tonight, which is a good idea on Otaku’s part, since you can bet PRL will have Popick by his side. CABOOSE You mean to tell me that a 54-year-old retired wrestler matches up to Popick? That’s absolutely ridicol-oh wait. It’s Popick. You’re right. Nevermind. Otaku II and “The Sheriff” Tony Capella talk strategy, as the lights return in the Rosemont Horizon. The camera cuts to a sign in the crowd that saids, OTAKU: NEW 24/7 CHAMPION!, with a picture of Otaku and a picture of the 24/7 Championship belt on it. “Ashburn” by Hikari dies down. The crowd is buzzing in anticipation of PRL’s entrance. COLE This is probably the most important match in Otaku’s career to date. Otaku can avenge his wife, and win the 24/7 Title, his first title in the OAOAST, in the same match! And he can do all of this at our biggest show of the summer, and our second biggest show of the year, AngleSlam! CABOOSE Oh stop with this underdog crap! Any fan with a brain knows that Tha Puerto Rican is going to win! The lights go down in the arena. The crowd cheers. A Puerto Rico flag appears on the AngleTron. In big, white blocky letters the following words appear on the screen, with Tha Puerto Rican’s voice saying them: *THE CHAMP IS HERE!* With that, a lightning bolt hits the entrance, Tha Puerto Rican entrance video plays on the AngleTron, and “Know Your Role ‘99” starts playing, which causes the crowd to stand up and boo. PR is heard saying, “THE CHAMP IS HERE!” throughout the song. Smoke fills the entranceway, while the spotlights flicker on and off near the entrance. A few seconds elapsed, and out through the smoke comes “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican and his manager and “Career Consultant” Stephen Joseph Popick. The crowds boos get louder when PRL appears. PRL looks at the crowd with a smirk on his face, wearing his Puerto Rico flag facepaint. He is carrying his NEW custom made, diamond encrusted 24/7 Championship belt over his right shoulder. He looks at Popick, and then spins the plate in the middle of the belt, before beginning his walk to the ring. BUFFER And his opponent. Accompanying to the ring by his manager, and “Career Consultant” OAOAST Corporate Member Stephen Joseph Popick. From San Juan, Puerto Rico. Weighing in at 223 lbs. He is the One And Only AngleSault Thread Twenty-Four/Seven Champion, “The Corporate Champion” THA PUERTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNN!!! COLE Tha Puerto Rican has arrived, and, let me just say, that PRL getting his own 24/7 Title belt is just disgusting! CABOOSE Oh relax, Cole. I think it’s great. PRL is so damn awesome; he gets his own title belt. And look at that belt! Vitamin X spent a lot of money on it! COLE Wrestlers shouldn’t have their own custom made belts. It’s a sign of disrespect at the organization you work for! It spits in the face of tradition! CABOOSE Didn’t you love John Cena’s custom-made U.S. Title and WWE Title belts when he was on SmackDown? COLE Oh come, Caboose. You know I’ve been with the OAOAST for two years! When did I become a commentator for SmackDown? CABOOSE You were on SmackDown! last Thursday. COLE No, I was on HeldDOWN~! last Thursday. CABOOSE Yeah, I know you were on HeldDOWN~! last Thursday. But you were also on SmackDown! last Thursday. COLE How can I be at two places at once? Eerie music plays. Chants of “P.R. SUCKS!” fill the arena as “Know Your Role ‘99” continues playing. PRL and Popick get on the ring apron. PRL sneers at the crowd. Popick holds the ropes open, and Tha Puerto Rican enters the ring. PRL spins around, soaking in the boos. He spins the belt plate on his belt once again, and then does the HBK muscle pose while pyro goes off behind him. Popick applauds his Corporate Champ. The crowd, meanwhile, boos. PRL gets on a turnbuckle, and raises his custom made 24/7 Championship belt over his head. He then heads to the opposite turnbuckle, and raises the belt over his head again. Both times he receives boos. PRL gets on a third turnbuckle, and raises the belt with his right hand a’la The Rock, while he “smells the electricity”. A spotlight shines on him. PRL gets on the fourth turnbuckle, and raises the belt like The Rock once again. A spotlight shines on him again. P.R. gets off the turnbuckle, while the crowd starts a LOUD “P.R. SUCKS!” chant. COLE So far tonight, The Lightning Crew is 0-1. Otaku’s wife, Ayane Mitsui in a one-on-one match, defeated Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, PRL’s girlfriend. Later tonight, Cuban Wall will be involved in the Heartland Invitational Chamber Of Hell Match along with Alfdogg, JINGUS, Mike Guerriero, Thunderkid, and Reject. Cuban Wall is looking to bring the Heartland Championship back to The Lightning Crew. And don’t forget the Street Fight. Vitamin X, the Financial Consultant for The Lightning Crew, takes on the legendary Parka, in his first match back since License To Pin! CABOOSE It’s certainly a big night for The Lightning Crew. Lindsay may have lost her match to Ayane, but it’s okay. The Lightning Crew is going to be 3-1 tonight, starting now! PRL removes his sunglasses and earring. The lights go back in the arena. PRL stares at Otaku, who is on the outside. PRL spins the belt plate in Otaku’s direction. “Know Your Role ‘99” dies down. Otaku II high fives Tony Capella, and then enters the ring, his eyes focused on Tha Puerto Rican. PRL gets some last minute advice from Stephen Joseph, who then leaves the ring. PR and Otaku stare at each other. COLE I bet Otaku II can’t wait for the bell to be rung. COACH I bet these fans can’t wait for the bell to be rung! CABOOSE Nah. This arena is filled to the rafters with Lightning Bolts! PRL kisses the 24/7 Championship belt, and then hands it over to referee Brian Herbner, who raises it. He hands the belt over to a member of the ringcrew. The camera does a close-up of the belt. COACH Bling-Bling! COLE Thank you, token black guy. Brian Herbner calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* OAOAST 24/7 CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN (Champion with Stephen Joseph Popick) VS. OTAKU II (Challenger with “The Sheriff” Tony Capella) PRL and Otaku II engage in a staredown. The crowd is hot, cheering like mad. PRL jaw jacks Otaku. COLE Otaku has the height advantage, but both he and Tha Puerto Rican can fly and do technical wrestling, so it’s not like this a one-sided match. CABOOSE Oh it is a one sided match, Cole. It is. PR and Otaku get into a heated argument in the ring. Finally, they lockup. P.R. and Otaku jockey for position. However, neither guy can get the advantage. PRL grabs a headlock, and then goes behind Otaku, grabbing his legs to bring him down to the mat. PRL turns Otaku around, and grabs his right leg, hoping to do a Sharpshooter, but Otaku escapes. PRL charges after him, but Otaku grabs HIS legs, and brings HIM down. He then tries for a Sharpshooter of his own. PRL escapes that, and then heads to a turnbuckle. Otaku and PRL engage in another staredown, while the crowd applauds. COLE PRL and Otaku are showing the world why the OAOAST is the #1 brand of parody e-fed entertainment today! PRL and Otaku slowly come to the center of the ring. They lockup again. PRL gives Otaku a belly-to-back suplex, and then turns him around. PRL applies a facelock on Otaku II. He holds onto the facelock for a few seconds, and then picks up Otaku, with the facelock still applied. PRL grabs Otaku’s tights, and tries to do the Corporate Nightmare! HOWEVER, Otaku escapes the facelock, which causes PRL to fall to the mat. Otaku grabs Tha Puerto Rican’s legs, and goes for the Sharpshooter, but P.R. escapes that one also. PRL and Otaku stare at each other, while the crowd applauds again. COLE It looks as if PRL is trying to outwrestle Otaku. CABOOSE And why not? That is how Tha Puerto Rican won the 24/7 Title. By being the best wrestler in the OAOAST today! COLE Don’t get me started on how PRL got the 24/7 Title. Don’t even get me started. “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican and Otaku II circle each other. They lockup for a third time. PRL kicks Otaku in the gut, and then nails him with several European Uppercuts. PRL grabs Otaku’s right arm, and applies a hammerlock on it. However, Otaku reverses it, and then shoves PRL into the ropes. He follows with a dropkick. Otaku quickly covers Tha Puerto Rican, but PRL kicks out before the count of 1. PRL charges after Otaku, but Otaku is able to defend himself by giving PRL an arm-drag! PRL charges after Otaku again, and is met with another arm-drag! PR tries again, but Otaku hits him with a third arm-drag! Otaku charges at Tha Puerto Rican, but P.R. ducks the clothesline, and hits Otaku with Rock-style punches. PRL spits in his right hand, and then brings Otaku down to the mat with a right jab! PRL grabs Otaku. Suddenly, Otaku grabs PRL, and rolls him up in a small package! 1! 2! PRL reverses the small package into a small package of his own! 1! 2! Otaku reverses the reversed small package! 1! 2! PRL reverses THAT into his own small package! 1! 2! Otaku reverses the small package! 1! 2! PRL kicks out. Otaku II grabs PRL’s legs, and tries for the Sharpshooter! But before Otaku can apply the move, Tha Puerto Rican grabs the bottom rope, and exits the ring! COLE What a fast paced match we have seen so far! COACH Yeah, and it has just started too! CABOOSE The thousands of Lightning Bolts in the Rosemont Horizon are cheering their Corporate Champ! COLE Well, I wouldn’t say that. CABOOSE Shut up. Popick heads over to Tha Puerto Rican. The crowd lays into PR with the “P.R. SUCKS!” chants. PRL jaws with the fans at ringside. COLE What was that you said, Caboose, about the arena being filled with Lightning Bolts? CABOOSE Bite me, Cole! PRL heads to the timekeeper’s table, and grabs his 24/7 Championship belt. He tells Popick he’s leaving, and walks to the entrance. The crowd’s boos get louder and louder. Otaku II stands in the ring confused. COLE Where the hell is Tha Puerto Rican going? COACH I think that he’s quitting! He’s leaving the match! COLE What a coward. He realizes that Otaku can beat him, so he’s running away! CABOOSE Now let’s not get carried away, Cole. PRL is just taking a breather. He’s not running away. COLE Oh come on! It’s quite obvious that is what he’s doing! Brian Herbner has enough, and walks over to Michael Buffer. He whispers something into his ears. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, referee Brian Herbner has just informed me, that if Tha Puerto Rican doesn’t return to the ring by the count of 10, he will be STRIPPED of the 24/7 Title! COLE Oh yeah! Way to go Herbner! CABOOSE Now that’s just not fair! Brian Herbner is a terrible referee. He’s trying to screw PRL just like his dad screwed Bret Hart! COLE I don’t think the fans are going to chant “You Screwed P.R.!” anytime soon. Brian Herbner begins counting. 1 2 3 PRL curses under his breath. 4 5 PRL looks at Popick. 6 PRL walks to the ring. 7 8 When PR is at ringside, Otaku II charges forward, and does a Running Hilo over the top rope and onto Tha Puerto Rican! COLE What a move by Otaku II! COACH Otaku II is in control of this match! Otaku gets up and poses for a second while Tony Capella cheers him on. Otaku grabs Tha Puerto Rican, and throws him back into the ring. Otaku knees PRL in the back, and then grabs his left arm, and applies an ARM-bar on him! Otaku wrenches the arm a bit. PRL gets up, the arm-bar still applied, and struggles to break free. P.R. scratches Otaku’s eyes, breaking the hold, and then grabs Otaku by his tights and throws him through the ropes out of the ring! PRL shakes his left arm to get some feeling back into it, and then exits the ring. COLE Uh-oh. PRL is now on the outside. From what we seen in the past, PRL is a good brawler. The question is, can Otaku match up with him? CABOOSE The answer? Nope! Otaku struggles to get up. Tha Puerto Rican appears and kicks Otaku in his stomach. Puerto does it a second time. Puerto then picks up Otaku, and gives him several CLUBBERIN’~! THEY BE CLUBBERIN’~! forearms to the back of the head. PR then picks Otaku up and drops him on the barricade. PRL taunts the fans at ringside. COLE PRL is in control on the outside where anything goes! PRL grabs Otaku II and beats him all over ringside. PRL and Otaku head over to the announcer’s table. PRL slams Otaku’s head on the announcer’s table. He does it two more times, and then drops Otaku’s neck on the table. COLE Good God! Tha Puerto Rican walks over to Michael Cole, and takes off his headset. PRL puts the headset on his head. THA PUERTO RICAN Shut your mouth, Cole! So here we are at AngleSlam 2005! Tonight, The Lightning Crew will dominate! Cuban Wall will become the new Heartland Champion. Vitamin X will retire The Parka. And Tha Puerto Rican, the MOST electrifying man in professional wrestling, will whip that masked jabrony Otaku’s candy ass from pillar to post! Otaku, look at me when I’m talking to you! Otaku, look at you! You’re pathetic! It looks like a monkey went to the bathroom, took a 215 pound piece of crap, and out came Otaku! CABOOSE Good one! PRL You suck, dude! PRL punches Otaku in the face. PRL You are just a jabrony! PRL punches him in the face again. PRL Hold on, Tha Puerto Rican needs some water. Tha Puerto Rican grabs Cole’s water bottle. He drinks from it, and then waits for Otaku to get up. AQUAFINA SPEW OF DOOM~!!! PRL THE CHAMP HAS SPO-KUN~!!! Tha Puerto Rican throws down the headset, and goes back to beating on Otaku. COLE Good thing that’s over with. CABOOSE Oh, that sucks. I was enjoying PRL on commentary! Puerto Rican rolls Otaku back into the ring. He follows by doing several shaky leg kicks on Otaku II. P.R. picks up Otaku and whips him into the ropes. Tilt-A-Whirl backbreaker! PRL covers. 1…2…Otaku gets his right shoulder up! PRL gets up to do several fistdrops on Otaku’s forehead. He then bounces off the ropes, shakes his shoulders, dusts his right shoulder off, and drops his right fist on Otaku’s forehead. The Five Knuckle Shuffle! PRL grabs Otaku’s right arm and drops several knees on it. He then applies move #134 (arm-BAR) on it. “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PRL yells at the crowd to shut up. CABOOSE No respect. No respect at all. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. PRL taunts Otaku while he cinches the arm-bar. Otaku waves at the crowd to cheer him on. “The Sheriff” Tony Capella slaps the mat several times. The crowd picks up on this, and begins clapping in unison. Otaku feeds off the crowd’s cheers, and starts shaking. He gets on one knee, and then the other. Otaku walks around the ring, the arm-bar still applied, but not for so long, as Otaku grabs PRL’s head. Otaku gives Tha Puerto Rican a spinning neckbreaker, breaking the arm-bar! Otaku heads to the top rope…and does a top rope legdrop on PRL! He covers P.R. 1… 2… PRL kicks out! Otaku slaps the mat in frustration, but continues his attack. He nails PRL with a couple of forearms, and then whips him into the ropes. PRL reverses the Irish whip. Spinning heel kick from Tha Puerto Rican! COLE And now Tha Puerto Rican is back in control! Puerto grabs Otaku, and whips him into a turnbuckle. Otaku hits the turnbuckle back first HARD, and then slumps onto the mat. PRL picks him up again, and places him on a turnbuckle. PRL punches Otaku in the face with Rock-style punches. He then gives him a knife-edged chop to the chest. “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” *CHOP!* PRL rips open Otaku’s OAOAST t-shirt, and then chops him several times until Otaku’s chest becomes red. PRL chokes Otaku but is stopped by referee Brian Herbner. Stephen Joseph tells PRL to continue his offense. PRL whips Otaku II into the opposite turnbuckle. Tha Puerto Rican follows with a Stinger Splash! Otaku is whipped into the opposite turnbuckle. Puerto charges, going for another Stinger Splash, but Otaku II moves out of the way, and PRL’s head hits the ring post! Otaku forearms PRL in the face several times, and then whips Tha Puerto Rican into a turnbuckle. PRL does a Flair Flip onto the ring apron! PRL points to his head to tell the crowd how smart he is. Just seconds later, Otaku II clotheslines PRL! PRL does a somersault onto the floor! COLE What a bump by Tha Puerto Rican! RIC FLAIR The Nait’cha Boy wants you to stop using those insider terms! WOOOOOOOOO! The wrestler formerly known as The Lightning Kid lies on the floor, breathing hard. Otaku gets out of the ring to throw Tha Puerto Rican back in the ring. Otaku kicks PRL when he’s down. He then picks him up. DRAGON SUPLEX! The cover! 1… 2… PRL GETS HIS SHOULDERS UP! Otaku picks up Tha Puerto Rican and gives him a snap suplex. Otaku then picks Tha Puerto Rican up, and starts hitting him with martial arts kicks. Martial arts kicks to the body! Martial arts kicks to the legs! Otaku does an Irish whip on The Corporate Champ, and follows with a roaring elbow! COLE You know Otaku II has 0% body fat. I used to have that. CABOOSE What, when you were two? COACH Oh TAG~! Otaku does a spinning legdrop on P.R. Otaku then drops an elbow. Otaku picks P.R. up and whips him into the ropes. Otaku gives P.R. a hiptoss—NO—P.R. blocks it, and puts his right leg behind Otaku’s head. P.R. does a backflip, and then charges after Otaku, but is met with another roaring elbow! PRL does a Curt Henning-like oversell of that move. COACH Otaku is ready for Tha Puerto Rican! He’s showing it in this match! COLE Well, Otaku defeated almost all the members of The Lightning Crew on the road to AngleSlam. I think he showed that he could match up to Tha Puerto Rican by doing that. CABOOSE Oh jeez, you guys are getting dumber by the day. Tony Capella and Stephen Joseph are both biting their nails, their eyes focused on the match. Otaku picks up P.R. and gives him some forearms. He whips PRL into the ropes. He tries for a third roaring elbow, but PRL ducks underneath it, and grabs Otaku from behind. PRL turns Otaku around, and then hooks Otaku…for the Latin Slam! ONE! TWO! THRE—TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! COACH PRL could have retained the title right there! CABOOSE That was a slow count! Tha Puerto Rican agrees with that, arguing with the ref. “That was three! That was three!” PRL exclaims. PR holds up three fingers, but Brian Herbner holds up two fingers, and that settles that. “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PR heads to the top rope. He removes his left elbow pad and throws it into the crowd. P.R. sneers at Otaku, and then leaps off, doing the “Up yours!” hand gesture in mid-air. The Corporate Elbowdrop! PRL doesn’t cover. Instead, he picks Otaku up and gives him a vertical suplex. PRL rolls through and does another vertical suplex. P.R. rolls through again and lifts Otaku in the air for a third vertical suplex. P.R. holds on for a few seconds, letting the blood rush to Otaku’s head. The crowd applauds P.R. The Corporate 24/7 Champion does the “You can’t see me!” hand gesture, and then walks over to the ropes. P.R. does a slingshot suplex on Otaku, completing the Corporate Trifecta! Afterwards, P.R. sits up and claps. COLE Pathetic. CABOOSE Go ahead and applaud yourself. You’re the man! The crowd boos. By now, almost half of PRL’s facepaint is gone. PRL and Otaku, both starting to feel fatigue, get up. PRL attacks Otaku, and then Irish whips him into the ropes. PRL goes for a flying clothesline, but Otaku moves out of the way, and PRL hits the mat face first! Otaku stalks Tha Puerto Rican. Once PRL is up, Otaku grabs him from behind. German Suplex! Otaku holds on. Another German Suplex! Otaku is still holding on. A third German Suplex! Otaku STILL won’t let go! Fourth German Suplex—NO, PRL holds on. Tha Puerto Rican elbows Otaku in the face to escape. He then goes behind Otaku, grabbing him in a waistlock. German Suplex by Tha Puerto Rican! PRL holds on. A second German Suplex by Tha Puerto Rican! PRL is still holding on. Third German Suplex…but now Otaku holds on! Otaku elbows PRL several times to break the hold. Otaku gets behind PRL once again, and once again applies a waistlock on him. A FOURTH German Suplex by Otaku! Otaku tries for a fifth German, but PRL holds on, and escapes that one. He goes behind Otaku again, applying a waistlock. A third German Suplex from Tha Puerto Rican! PRL holds on. A fourth German Suplex from Tha Puerto Rican! PRL still won’t let go. A FIFTH German Suplex from Tha Puerto Rican! And this time, Tha Puerto Rican finally lets go. The crowd applauds. COLE What a fast paced, action packed match we’ve seen so far. All for the chance to become 24/7 Champion! CABOOSE You see what Tha Puerto Rican has done? He has made the 24/7 Title a sought after title again. After Phenom and Devin Geddon left the title for dead, Tha Puerto Rican picked it up, and has made it the second most sought after belt in the OAOAST, behind the World Heavyweight Title of course. COACH I guess you can say the 24/7 Title is our version of the Intercontinental Title or the old WCW United States Title. CABOOSE Yep. And it’s all thanks to Tha Puerto Rican! PR and Otaku II lie on the mat. PRL gets up first. Once Otaku is up, Tha Puerto Rican kicks him in the gut, and applies a front facelock on him. CORPORATE NIGHTMARE! But Otaku II holds on! PRL struggles to do the Corporate Nightmare, but the masked superstar will not let go. Finally, Otaku escapes, only to get met with a punch in the face from Tha Puerto Rican. PRL whips Otaku into the ropes. PRL goes for a clothesline, but Otaku ducks. However, when Otaku bounces off the opposite ropes, PRL is able to get him with a clothesline that causes Otaku to do a somersault onto the mat! PR stops to point to his head to tell the crowd how smart he is. CABOOSE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! That was brilliant! PRL picks up Otaku. Both men are sweating bullets. PRL whips Otaku into the ropes. Samoan Drop! PRL stops to clap once again, to irk the crowd some more. Tha Puerto Rican heads to the outside. He sneers at the crowd, egging the fans to boo him. Tha Puerto Rican leaps onto the top rope and does a Springboard 450 Splash on Otaku II! The San Juan Jam! PRL doesn’t cover. Instead, he heads to a turnbuckle, and waits for Otaku II to get up. PRL GET UP JABRONY! Once Otaku is on his knees, PRL runs towards him, and gives him a Shining Wizard! Otaku crumbles onto the mat like a sack of bricks. PR poses in the center of the ring. The crowd boos loudly. CABOOSE YEAH! GO PRL! COLE Since when did you become PRL’s personal cheerleader? CABOOSE Since he gave me a $500 Rolex watch! COACH Caboose. Corporate whore since 2005! POW! COLE Thank you. CABOOSE Don’t mention it. PRL stares at Otaku, waiting for him to get up. The crowd is hot, cheering Otaku on. Once Otaku II is up, he walks into a KICK WHAM CORPORATE NIGHTMARE! BUT OTAKU HOLDS ON! Otaku shoves PRL into the ropes. PRL comes back with a clothesline, but Otaku ducks it, goes behind PRL, applies a waistlock, and gives him a German Suplex! PRL oversells the German Suplex by flipping inside out! COACH YO~! COLE I tell you what. In the battle of the German Suplexes, Otaku wins! The crowd chants “HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!” Otaku looks at the crowd with a smile on his face. Both Tony Capella and Stephen Joseph Popick are on nervous. COLE Is Otaku II seconds away from defeating Tha Puerto Rican and ending his 4-month long 24/7 Title reign? Can Otaku II avenge his wife and dethroned Tha Puerto Rican? CABOOSE No and no. It ain’t gonna happen, Cole. Why can’t you accept that? COACH Otaku II is feeding off the energy of this crowd. We could see a new 24/7 Champion tonight at AngleSlam! Otaku II slowly heads to the top rope. PRL is lying in the middle of the ring. Otaku decides there’s no better time than now to do… A SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!! BUT PRL MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! COACH OH MY GOD!!! Otaku II hits the mat HARD! PRL managed to move out of the way in time. COLE Otaku II could have ended the match if that Shooting Star Press connected! COACH That’s a pretty good assumption, Cole. That may have been Otaku’s last chance at winning this match. CABOOSE Oh yeah. That was definitely Otaku’s last chance at winning this match. It’s all over. Call it a night. Just forfeit, man. Go home! Both PRL and Otaku II lie on the mat once again. COLE This match has taken the energy out of both men! And all of this for a chance to be crown OAOAST 24/7 Champion! Almost all of Tha Puerto Rican’s Puerto Rico flag facepaint has faded away. PRL slowly (and I mean slowly) crawls over to Otaku. Brian Herbner counts. ONE! TWO! THRE—NO!!! OTAKU GETS HIS RIGHT SHOULDER UP!!! COLE I think Popick had a heart attack right there. CABOOSE I think I had a heart attack right there. Tha Puerto Rican has tears in his eyes. Otaku II will not stay down. PRL gets up (slowly) first. He (slowly) walks over to Otaku, and picks him up. Otaku grabs PRL, and rolls him up! 1…2…PRL ESCAPES! PRL and Otaku both get up, and engage in the first slugfest of the match! Otaku II gains the advantage, and whips PRL into the ropes. PRL reverses the whip, but Otaku reverses that. However, PRL reverses THAT, and it’s Otaku who bounces off the ropes into a Death Valley Driver! COLE PRL just did a Death Valley Driver on Otaku! COACH Wait a second. Since when does PRL do a Death Valley Driver? “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican gets right back up. He looks at the crowd with a sinister smile on his face. PRL rips his Lightning Crew logo shirt in half, and lets out a mighty roar. Some of the crowd boos, as they know what PRL is doing. Puerto grabs Otaku’s right leg…and applies an anklelock, holding the leg with his right hand, and twisting the ankle with his left! COACH The anklelock! Wait a tick. Tha Puerto Rican doesn’t use the anklelock! What’s this about? COLE I get it. Tha Puerto Rican is doing this as a sign of disrespect to John “Rock Hard” Brickston. He’s trying to show us that he can do the anklelock better than Brickston can! CABOOSE And he CAN do it better than John Brickston, if I do say so myself. COLE The anklelock is applied! Will Otaku tap? PRL has Otaku trapped in the middle of the ring! PRL and Popick scream for Otaku to tap out, while Tony Capella and the crowd scream for Otaku to not tap out. Otaku struggles to reach the ropes, but PRL cinches the anklelock tighter. COLE How long can Otaku hang on? Just when The Corporate Champ is confident he has Otaku beaten, the masked Grateful Dead fan rolls onto his back, and delivers three kicks to PRL’s head to break the submission move! The crowd approves of this! PRL gets up, and Otaku II gives him a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! NO! Otaku II turns the tilt-a-whirl backbreaker into a TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! However, PRL reverses it, and prepares to give Otaku a Tombstone Piledriver of his own! But wait! Otaku II reverses THAT, and connects with the Tombstone Piledriver! Otaku II folds PRL’s hands in an X a’la The Undertaker. CABOOSE What a rip-off! Referee Brian Herbner counts. OOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! TWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! THREEEEEEEEEE---------KIICCCCCKKKKKKOOUUUTTTTTTTTTTT!!! COLE NO! NO! NO! Tha Puerto Rican has kicked out! We still got a match! CABOOSE Come on PRL! Win this so that The Lightning Crew is 1-1 at AngleSlam! COLE Otaku II has come close many times in his match! Will he be able to get the job done? Otaku II is quick to continue his offense. Tha Puerto Rican gets up and charges at Otaku, but Otaku II ducks, and gives PRL a tiger suplex! Otaku points to the turnbuckle, and the crowd cheers. Otaku heads to the top rope. Tha Puerto Rican is lying in the middle of the ring. The crowd stands up, watching Otaku leap off the top… SHOOTING STAR PRESS… CONNECTS!!! COLE YES! Otaku hit the Shooting Star Press on the second try! COACH But can he take advantage of it? Otaku is lying on the mat along with Tha Puerto Rican, the Shooting Star Press obviously taking a lot of energy out of him. The crowd is going crazy now, chanting “O-TAK-U! O-TAK-U! O-TAK-U! O-TAK-U!” The fatigued Otaku slowly crawls over to the fatigued Puerto Rican. COLE Is this it? Otaku covers PRL and hooks the right leg. 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! COLE Tha Puerto Rican kicks out! CABOOSE Yes! The crowd boos the kickout. Otaku is clearly frustrated, wondering how he can put away “The Corporate Champion”. The crowd is still cheering, chanting “O-TAK-U! O-TAK-U!” The tired Otaku grabs PRL legs, and places him between his legs. Otaku then lifts Tha Puerto Rican up… BUBBLEGUM CRASH!!! COLE The Bubblegum Crash! That’s one of Otaku’s finishing maneuvers! CABOOSE Oh no! Oh no! Otaku II rolls through with the Bumblegum Crash. He grabs PRL’s legs, and places his right leg in between them. Otaku crosses PRL’s legs over his right leg, and then turns around. He kneels down, and applies the Sharpshooter! COLE The Sharpshooter! That’s Otaku’s other finisher! This could be it! CABOOSE NO! COME ON! DON’T TAP OUT! The crowd is cheering Otaku on! The Sharpshooter is locked in the middle of the ring! Tha Puerto Rican screams out in pain. COLE Tha Puerto Rican has no choice but to tap! He’s stuck in the middle of the ring! Otaku yells for Tha Puerto Rican to submit, but the P.R. Menace refuses to tap out! PRL is about to tap, but changes his mind. Otaku pulls back on PRL’s legs, which causes PRL to scream out louder! COLE Could this be the first and only night we see PRL’s version of the 24/7 Title? CABOOSE NO! NO! STOP SAYING THAT! DON’T SAY THAT! Suddenly, Stephen Joseph Popick gets on the ring apron. Brian Herbner attends to Popick…just as PRL taps out to the Sharpshooter! COLE DAMNIT! That could have been it! Popick argues with Herbner. But that ends soon, as “The Sheriff” Tony Capella grabs Popick’s legs, and brings him off the ring apron! Capella punches Popick in the face several times to the cheers of the crowd! The 54-year-old retired wrestler beats on the OAOAST Corporate Member all around ringside while Tha Puerto Rican gets up. COLE The managers are brawling on the outside! CABOOSE Somebody put a stop to this! COLE For once I agree with you. Eerie music plays. Again. Popick and Capella continue beating on each other. Otaku II is watching this, thinking that PRL is still on the mat. However, PRL is actually getting up. Otaku decides to help his manager by beating Popick along with him. Meanwhile, Tha Puerto Rican gets out of the ring, and heads to the timekeeper’s table. Meanwhile, Popick is getting his ass kicked by Otaku and Tony Capella. Brian Herbner is having a hard time stopping this. So, security has to come in and pull Popick, Capella, and Otaku apart. COLE This wild brawl is finally being resolved. COACH Security has taken away Popick and Tony Capella. But they still want to take each other on! While all of this is going on, Tha Puerto Rican has grabbed his 24/7 Championship belt and entered the ring, preparing to use it. Brian Herbner is busy watching Popick and Capella being taken away by security. Otaku II doesn’t notice this, and enters the ring, thinking PRL is still on the mat. However, as soon as he turns around… BELTSHOT~!!! Otaku II goes down thanks to a beltshot! COLE Tha Puerto Rican has used his belt on Otaku! CABOOSE Yeah, and that belt is diamond encrusted too! COLE Otaku is knocked out. There’s no question he’s out. Popick and Capella disappear through the curtain right after Otaku II is hit in the head with the 24/7 Title belt. PRL throws his 24/7 Title belt out of the ring just as Brian Herbner turns around. The crowd is booing loudly, knowing what’s going to happen next. COLE Tha Puerto Rican is going to steal this victory! CABOOSE Hey, as long as he retains the title, I have no problem with this. “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican picks up Otaku II. KICK WHAM CORPORATE NIGHTMARE! COLE The Corporate Nightmare connects! CABOOSE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! The crowds boos get louder by the second. “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican covers Otaku II, hooking Otaku’s right leg. COLE Not like this! Not like this! 1… 2… 2 ½ 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* (14:30) COLE Tha Puerto Rican steals another victory! DAMNIT! DAMNIT! PRL smiles his evil smile and laughs his evil laugh. The crowd boos. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match…and STILL One And Only AngleSault Thread Twenty-Four/Seven Champion…”The Corporate Champion” THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNN!!! “Know Your Role ‘99” begins playing. PRL laughs at the fallen Otaku II. Referee Brian Herbner hands him his 24/7 Championship belt. COLE What a huge disappointment for Otaku! He went into this match with revenge on his mind, and he hasn’t gotten it! CABOOSE Well, que sara sara, whatever will be, will be. You win some you lose some. What are you gonna do? COLE How can you not feel sympathy for Otaku? CABOOSE Because I can. Otaku II is still lying on the mat, holding his head in pain. P.R. uses the ropes to get up. He raises his 24/7 Championship belt over his head. PRL taunts Otaku II some more, and then spins the belt plate again. COLE Well, you could argue that if it weren’t for Tony Capella and Stephen Joseph being taken away by security, Otaku would have won this match. PRL was tapping out while Capella and Popick were being taken away! CABOOSE That’s a lie. PRL would have won the match eventually. He just won it quicker thanks to that. PRL heads to the turnbuckle and raises his belt over his head. PRL sneers at the crowd. He looks at the just-getting-up Otaku, and kicks him in the stomach. PRL kicks Otaku out of the ring. COLE Now come on! Is that really necessary? You won the match! You don’t need to do this! COACH PRL is just adding insult to injury! CABOOSE PRL is just showing Otaku II who is boss. COLE Once again PRL is on top! Can anybody take that 24/7 Title away from him? CABOOSE No Michael. Tha Puerto Rican is going to be the 24/7 Champion for a damn long time! PRL mugs for the camera, and spins the belt plate in front of the camera. Suddenly, the crowd starts buzzing. PRL is still spinning the belt plate, and he doesn’t notice someone jump over the barricade, and head into the ring! CABOOSE Fellas, PRL’s custom made 24/7 Championship belt is going to be seen for a long time! PRL notices the crowd’s cheers. He turns around…and is met with a hurricarana! PRL runs to a turnbuckle where he finally gets to see who is in the ring…SPANISH FLY! COLE It’s Spanish Fly! We haven’t seen Spanish Fly since last year! COACH And now he is attacking Tha Puerto Rican! Possibly in retaliation for firing him from The Lightning Crew over a year ago! Spanish Fly punches PRL in the face again and again! Fly whips PRL into the opposite turnbuckle, and then does a handspring elbow onto P.R. P.R. does a Flair Flop onto the mat, as the crowd cheers! COLE Spanish Fly is really making an impact! COACH His first target back is Tha Puerto Rican! CABOOSE Is Spanish Fly still bitter that PRL fired him? Why the hell is he doing this? The masked luchador heads to the top rope. He nails PRL with a crossbody. Spanish Fly then leaps off the top rope with a springboard Shooting Star Press! Fly gets on top of PRL, and starts punching him in the forehead. He picks PRL up and whips PRL into the ropes, however, Tha Puerto Rican reverses, BUT Spanish Fly reverses THAT, and Tha Puerto Rican does a backflip over the turnbuckle onto the floor! COLE Spanish Fly has returned to the OAOAST, and what a way to do it! Puerto uses the barricade to get up. PR is dazed and confused, shocked at what has just happened. PRL walks around ringside with his eyes glazed over. Suddenly, Spanish Fly does a Tope Con Hilo onto Tha Puerto Rican! COLE Whoa! What a move! CABOOSE Stop it Spanish Fly! STOP IT! PRL crawls to the entrance. Fly grabs PRL’s right leg in order to pull him back, but PRL kicks him in the stomach, and exits the arena. Spanish Fly decides to not give chase; instead he just stares at the entrance, while the crowd cheers. COLE PRL has defeated Otaku II, but he may have a new challenger to his 24/7 Title! COACH We may have just witnessed the beginning of a new rivalry in the OAOAST! CABOOSE It’s just a simple misunderstanding! Spanish Fly is acting out in anger. He and PRL just need to have a talk. And then everything will be resolved. There’s no need for a feud. Spanish Fly plays to the crowd. He mutters something in Spanish, and then walks to the entrance. COLE The Lightning Crew is now 1-1 tonight at AngleSlam. We still got two more matches where a Lightning Crew member participating in. The Heartland Invitational Chamber Of Hell Match for the OAOAST Heartland Championship Match which will include Cuban Wall, and the Street Fight between The Parka and Vitamin X. And let’s not forget the main event, for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title. Hoff vs. Axel. It’s gonna happen, and it’s gonna happen tonight at AngleSlam! The camera cuts to a dark room, but still light enough to see the monstrous shadow of JINGUS as he is shown pacing back and forth. COLE Well folks, he is the biggest man in this match, but after this past Thursday, he could have to prove all over again that he is the biggest threat to Alf's Heartland title! JINGUS is ready for Hell, right here tonight! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2005 BUFFER The following contest on AngleSlam is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit. "He's simply ravishing...OWWWW!" The fans waste no time giving the business to former World Heavyweight Champion Tony Brannigan, booing unmercifully as he walks to the ring with a swagger to his step, hands on hips. BUFFER Making his way to the ring, from Hollywood, U.S.A., weighing 262 pounds...TONY BRANNIGAN! Brannigan removes his lavish robe and flaunts his to-die-for physique. He warms up in the ring -- stretching, running the ropes, etc. -- as "Simply Ravishing" slowly fades out and is replaced by Nirvana's "You Know You're Right." "YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE What an ovation for CWM! Let's go back to Michael Buffer. The lights go out and the opening chords of the song kick in as a mist fills the entrance way. "I would never bother you I would never promise to I will never follow you I will never bother you Never say a word again I will crawl away for good" BUFFER His opponent. From Abbotsford, British Columbia, Canada, weighing 245 pounds... C...W...M! The mist fades and CWM steps out onstage, unresponsive to the cheers being leveled his way. Keeping his eyes on his opponent, CWM enters the ring and drops down in the corner, sitting against the turnbuckles. COLE What a matchup this will be, fans. Two former World Champions set to face off for the first-time ever one on one. COACH Talk about a match that could headline anywhere in the world -- this is it. COLE In any other promotion this would be the main event. It's a testement to the great talent we have here in the OAOAST. And we're certainly proud to be broadcasting this to you live on pay-per-view. Don't forget our next big pay-per-view event comes to you live from Fenway Park in Boston on September 25th, Dirty Deeds. * DING DING * Charles Robinson calls for the bell and we're underway. CWM pulls himself up using the top rope. He removes his t-shirt and throws it into the crowd, a group of fans fighting for posession. CWM and Tony walk up to each other mid-ring, exchanging words. Tony SHOVES CWM, who responds with a SLAP to the face. The two engage in a slap-fest. Moments later, the side of their faces bright red, they're like "enough of this shit" and lockup. Neither man able to gain the advantage so they break and lock backup. Again, neither is able to overpower the other. They break. Super intense staredown ensues. Collar-and-elbow tie-up, both men punching wildly at each other's heads as they roll around in the ropes. Tony traps CWM in the corner. CWM keeping his guard up. It proves to be a smart move, as he avoids a right hand and CLOTHESLINES Brannigan from behind into the turnbuckles. Tony bounces out of the corner and is taken over with a Japanese armdrag. CWM follows up with another, then into an armbar. COLE Tony needs to find a way out of this as quickly as he can. We saw what a simple armbar did to Synth earlier tonight. I'm sure that's running in the back of Tony Brannigan's mind as CWM has the armbar applied on him. CWM yanks down on the arm, bringing Tony to his knees. The former World Champion grimacing as the arm is wrenched. CWM steps over the right shoulder, hyperextending the arm upright. Brannigan uses the free arm to drive the point of the elbow into the gut. He gets back to a vertical base and connects with a couple of heavy right hands. Side headlock applied, CWM counters out with a back suplex. Tony crawls to the ropes and stuns CWM coming in with a kick to the gut. Brannigan hammering away on his opponent with short forearm shots. He grabs another side headlock, and reverses CWM's Irish whip attempt. Tony drops down, CWM going over the top and under a leapfrog from Brannigan, who catches him on the rebound with a POWERSLAM! ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! Brannigan stays on the offensive, raking the eyes across the laces of the boot. CWM rocked by big right hands. Tony grabs CWM's left arm and whips him to the ropes, tagging along with him and ramming the knee into the gut. CWM somersaulting over. Brannigan dropping the forearm down across the sternum. Cover made, Tony hooking the leg, but CWM kicks out at two. CWM brought back to his feet and sent head-first into the top turnbuckle. Brannigan backing CWM in the corner and ramming the shoulder into the mid-section. He shoves CWM's head back and delivers two sharp right hands to the jaw, following up with kneelifts and forearm shots to the stomach and face. Snapmare takeover, Tony driving the point of the elbow into the shoulder blades. Front facelock applied, Tony draping CWM's arm over the neck and taking CWM up for a vertical suplex. The impact of all the weight crashing down on the canvas thundering throughout the arena. Tony steps on the apron and climbs up to the top. As he sets himself on the top rope, he looks up and is met by a right hand to the mid-section. Brannigan momentarily stunned, but he's able to halt the attack launched at him, RAKING the eyes. CWM staggers away. Brannigan off the top with a clubbering clothesline to the back of the neck. The crowd boos, sensing the time may have come. Yes, it has. Tony Brannigan gives the fans what they came to see -- the HIP SWIVEL~! "BOOOOOOOOOO!" Double bicep pose, Brannigan wiping the sweat on his forehead and flicking it to the crowd. CWM nailed with another round of rights. Tony backs CWM in the ropes and whips him across the ring. As Brannigan extends his arm out for the clothesline, CWM grabs a wristlock and slams the arm to the mat, burying the knee down on it afterwards. CWM keeps a tight grip of the arm and slithers out of the ring, bashing the right arm against the RINGPOST. A second time. A third time. Clutching his right arm, Brannigan crawls to the center of the ring, calling CWM off. CWM couldn't give a damn. With a grin on his face, he stalks a retreating Tony Brannigan to the corner. Brannigan tries cheapshotting CWM with a kick, but CWM grabs the leg and sends Tony stumbling back into the corner with a stiff forearm smash to the face. CWM pumpels Tony in the corner with a combination of rights, forearms and knee strikes. Tony whipped out of the corner. Baaaack bodydrop, followed by a clothesline. Brannigan sent over the top to the floor. He gets up in a state of confusion, jelly-legged. CWM hits the far side and DIVES through the middle and top rope, driving the forearm into the side of Tony's face on the way down! Tony's entire right side crashes into the guardrail, most notably the shoulder. CWM takes advantage of the opening, sending Tony crashing into the RING STEPS shoulder-first. He scoopes Brannigan up, hammerlocks the right arm and slams him on the arena floor! CWM rolls back into the ring to breakup Charles Robinson's count. Charles asks him to stay inside while he counts Tony out. CWM ignores the words coming out of his mouth. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... Tony milks the count for all it's worth, massaging his right arm outside. His expression goes from one of a grimace to shock as he sees CWM HURDLE the top rope and drop an elbow across his chest. COLE Oh, my! What a move from CWM! "C-DUB-M!" "C-DUB-M!" "C-DUB-M!" COACH I can't believe people are actually cheering him. COLE Neither men exactly fan favorites, but the fans appreciate the competitiveness of CWM. He'll win or die trying. COACH Maybe we'll get lucky and see the latter. CWM takes off his BELT and WHIPS Tony across the stomach! Brannigan makes the mistake of turning around. The crowd going wild as CWM gets his licks in, payback for what happened two weeks ago. * WHAP * * WHAP * * WHAP * Charles Robinson sticks his head through the ropes, warning of a disqualification if the belt isn't put away. CWM narrowly misses bitch slapping Robinson with the belt. COACH Heh. That'll teach Charles from threatening a DQ. Charles steps outside to take the belt away from CWM. The only belt taken away is Charles', as Tony physically removes the belt from around his waist...all while CWM continues whipping him. COACH It's turned into a strap match! COLE CWM and Tony beating the hell out of each other with the leather belts. Tony takes a giant swing, CWM ducking under and wrapping the belt around Tony's neck! He reaches out for the referee as CWM chokes him out with the belt. With the referee unable to reason with CWM, Tony has no choice but to find a way to escape himself. Brannigan backs CWM against the ring apron, ramming him back-first into the edge of the apron until he releases the death grip. After a few tries CWM lets go, falling down to the floor. Brannigan removes the belt, gasping for air. He walks to the other side of the ring to buy himself some time. Tony the first to step back inside the ring. Brannigan whallops a returning CWM with a major league clothesline. He grabs his right arm immediately afterwards, having out of instinct used the right arm -- the injured arm -- to clothesline CWM. Tony doubles over in pain, clutching the arm closely to his chest. He falls back on CWM. ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! CWM brought back to his feet, Tony throwing kneelifts to the side of the head. Double hand thrust to the throat. Brannigan leans his left shoulder on CWM and fires him across the ring. But CWM reverses the Irish whip and hurls Tony up in the air, Brannigan crashing down on CWM's knee. GUTBUSTER. CWM scoopes Brannigan up, hammerlock slam into an ARMBREAKER! Brannigan doing whatever he can to get free, but CWM has the hold firmly applied. Tony cries out as CWM applies further pressure to the arm. Brannigan gets to a vertical base and viciously kicks CWM in the face until he lets go of the move. He drops the knee dangerously close to the throat, prompting a warning from the referee. COLE That right arm killing Tony Brannigan. Normally he'd drop the elbow, but due to the injured arm he was unable to do so. COACH Man, does Synth ever look like a punk when he couldn't go with a bad arm. COLE That's not true at all. The poor guy had his arm broken. He and his partner got ambushed by the South Central Militia. Punkmaster P was knocked out, while Synth had his arm targeted. He still wanted to fight, and was taking it to the New New Midnight Express until he got kicked in the arm. Even with a bad arm Brannigan showboats, giving the fans a singular bicep pose while keeping the injured right arm pressed close to his body, grimacing and all. He turns around... SPINNING ELBOW! CWM with the cover. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, FOOT ON THE ROPE! Brannigan whipped to the corner. CWM with a clothesline, then a BULLDOG! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! CWM picks Tony up by the head, and gets leveled with a vicious left-arm lariat. Tony poses for the crowd again, and this time there's no CWM to hit him when he turns around. "BOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE I don't understand this at all. Why showboat? You're fighting one of the toughest sons of bitches in the OAOAST, with a bad arm at that, and you're posing? COACH I think Tony's using this as a motivational tatic. Some athletes thrive on the hostile reaction from the fans. I bet that's what Tony's doing here. COLE That's one way to interpret it. Other way is, he's an arrogant son of a bitch. Tony applies a front facelock, setting CWM up for a suplex -- but his right arm gives and CWM is able to float over the top. He quickly grabs a 3/4 facelock, trying to go for the Pollycutter but Tony shoots him off to the ropes. CWM caught coming off the ropes with a backbreaker. He rolls off the knee and onto his stomach. Brannigan going straight for the back, driving the knee into the lower back. Snapmare takeover into a DRAGON SLEEPER! COLE How about Tony breaking out the Dragon Sleeper? No doubt a move taught to him by Dan Black. Their sparing sessions legendary among the guys in the back. Grueling 30 minute workout sessions where they stretch the hell out of each other. COACH Notice how Tony is using the left arm to apply the Dragon Sleeper. COLE Brannigan's right arm has taken a lot of punishment, make no mistake about it. Brannigan not only working the neck but also the back, grinding the left knee into the spine of the back. Very punishing. CWM trying to escape by ramming the knee into the top of Tony's head. The blows stun Brannigan, but he maintains the sleeper. That doesn't stop CWM from continuing the throw the knees into the head. He unleashes a fury of knee strikes, eventually freeing himself from the sleeper. Tony staggers around the ring, shaking off the cobwebs. COLE Right, left. Right, left. Right, left. Spinning clothesline! Down goes Tony! The cover! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! CWM backs Tony into the corner with forearm strikes. He whips Brannigan sternum-first to the opposite corner. He hits the far side as Tony bounces off the turnbuckles. Brannigan ducks a clothesline and decks CWM with one of his own! Tony goes down as well. COLE Again, out of instinct, he used the bad arm. Tony dropping to his knees, in obvious pain, clutching the right arm. He can't even throw a punch anymore. Brannigan showing a lot of guts, a helluva a lot of guts wrestling with a bad arm. I know he wants the OAOAST Championship back, the title he believes was stolen from him a month ago at the Great Angle Bash, but I'm proud to know this man is on our side in the uprising. Drek Stone and the GPX can look at this match, all the matches involving the men who built this damn company from the ground up and know they aren't gonna roll over. Tony basically muscles CWM up with one hand, dropping him throat-first on the top rope. COACH What's Tony gonna do here? I sure hope it isn't a powerbomb. You can't powerbomb CWM. It's not a powerbomb, but rather an ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT PILEDRIVER! COLE Lateral press, Tony hooks-- No, he can't. He tried lifting up the leg with his bad arm but couldn't. Unable to hook the leg in a lateral press, Tony leans up against CWM and uses the left arm to hook the near leg. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! COACH This match should be over, M.C. Tony had it won, but that bad arm prevented him from covering CWM properly. Brannigan goes up to the top and dives the knee into the side of the head. TOP ROPE KNEE DROP! COLE It's over. Tony Brannigan is gonna win this. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, KICKOUT! Tony goes back up to the top. Diving knee-- caught in mid-air by CWM! Spinning toehold into the FIGURE-4 LEGLOCK! Brannigan in agony, trying to get to the ropes but CWM has the Figure-4 locked in the center of the ring. Tony grits his teeth, tugging on his hair from the pain. Tony inches towards the ropes, using his 6'6" frame to grab the bottom rope. He hobbles back to his feet and tries taking CWM out with a clothesline, but CWM ducks and nails Tony with a RUNNING KNEE TO THE JAW! Brannigan falls to the mat and rolls outside. He isn't safe there. CWM hits the ropes and leaps over the top rope and crashes onto Tony with a cross bodyblock. COLE It wasn't pretty but damn effective. Russian Legsweep into the guardrail. The back of Tony's head meeting steel. A couple of fans ringside patting him on the bad arm, which he sells. Su-- No, Tony hanged on the top rope. CWM took Tony up for what appeared to be a suplex but he draped his feet on the top rope. Brannigan hanging upside down, helpless as CWM beats the hell out of him. As Tony tries to pull himself up, with one arm, CWM comes off the second turnbuckle with an elbow to the forehead. Again Tony tries pulling himself up, CWM coming back with the elbow, but this time Tony uses the referee to help pull himself up and CWM crashes to the arena floor! Tony steps back outside, scooping CWM up in a bearhug and rams him into the ringpost. Brannigan now stomping the back feverishly. He places CWM on the apron and slides back inside the ring. He reaches over the top rope and tries suplexing CWM in, but he doesn't have enough strength in his arm to do so. So he turns CWM, placing him back-first against the ropes and softens him up with clubber forearm shots to the chest (using the left arm, of course) before bringing him in with an inverted suplex from the ring apron! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Brannigan struggles to climb up the turnbuckles with his bad right arm, but makes it to the top. CWM hits the ropes, causing Tony to crotch himself on the top turnbuckle. He nearly falls from the top to the mat, but CWM waistlocks him on the way down and powers him up. RUNNING CONSPIRACY BOMB! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! CWM fires a couple of rights before whipping Tony. Brannigan hitting the corner hard, dropping to his knees near mid-ring. CWM gets a running start... SHINING WIZARD. He doesn't go for the pin. With Tony down, CWM climbs to the top. The fans erupt as CWM hits the TEEN SPIRIT LEGDROP (Harlem/Houston Hangover)! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, KICKOUT! COLE A desperation move by Tony. COACH Don't see how it's desperate. He HAD to kickout. Irish whip. CWM once again going for that whip to the turnbuckle, clothesline off the ropes maneuver that didn't work earlier. Tony hitting hard off the corner and clothes-- No, OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! COACH No way! COLE The momentum CWM had built up within the last few minutes just saved him from defeat. Pure adrealine. Tony must be thinking, "how do I beat this man?" What a match between two of the biggest stars to ever grace a OAOAST ring. Tony picks CWM up and shoots him to the ropes. OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE! He isn't done there. He scoopes CWM back up and fires him back off to the ropes. Another OOBE spinebuster. And he isn't done yet. Irish whip. OUT OF B-- POLLYCUTTER! COACH DAYUM~! COLE CWM countered the Out of Body Experience with the Pollycutter! Both men are down. COACH Them boys breakin' out the heavy artillery now. The crowd clapping and stomping their feet. CWM rolls over and drapes an arm across Tony's chest. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO, KICKOUT! COLE MY GOD! What will it take?! Frustrated, CWM removes the turnbuckle pad, exposing the STEEL. Tony charges from behind, CWM moves out of the way and Tony hits the exposed turnbuckle sternum-first. POLLY-- No, Tony shoves CWM off to the ropes. Gutwrench into a Tombstone-- No, CWM counters. SHOULDERBREAKER. Shoulderbreaker. Shoulderbreaker. CRADLE TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! COLE Fans jumping out of their seats in amazement. Big move after big move. Nothing keeping these two warriors down. Conspiracy Bomb coming up. Tony tries fighting out of it with right hands that send CWM reeling. Brannigan THUMBS CWM in the eye and the two fall over the top rope to the floor. The two get up trading blows. Tony rakes the eyes and throws CWM back in the ring. He climbs to the top and nails CWM with a MISSLE DROPKICK! The crowd popping for the expanded offense of Brannigan. Tony picks CWM up by the hair and delivers two well-executed kneelifts to the side of the head. Brannigan goes for the Rude Awakening, but with the bad arm CWM is able to break the grip. CWM avoids a clothesline and hot shots/stun guns Tony on the exposed turnbuckle. Tony staggers to the center of the ring, CWM 3/4 facelocking the head and... No, Tony shoots CWM off to the ropes. Still reeling from smacking into the exposed turnbuckle Tony sets too soon. CWM with a swinging neck-- SWINGING POLLYCUT-- No, Tony counters with the RUDE AWAKENING! COACH DAYUM~! COLE OH, MY! 1... 2... 3! * DING DING DING DING * The fans give both wrestlers a much deserved standing ovation. Both men laid out in the center of the ring. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match... TONY BRANNIGAN! COLE What a match! We witness some of the most incredible action-packed moments the last few minutes of the match. Both guys hitting each other with everything they have. But it all ended when Tony was able to pull out of the Pollycutter in mid-air and reverse it into the Rude Awakening! Tony has won the battle of the Elite, but I think both men will leave with a tremendous amount of respect for the other. COACH No doubt about it, Mikey. In the words of Tazz -- "big ups" to CWM and Tony. Helluva match. Grimacing, Tony heads backstage clutching his arm as "Simply Ravishing" blares in the background. The fans giving him and a fallen CWM a round of applause. DIRTY DEEDS September 25th, 2005 FENWAY PARK LIVE ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2005 The camera cuts to the back, where Reject is shown stretching while Thunderkid punches and kicks a punching bag in the corner. COLE These two men made their returns ten days ago with an attack on the Heartland champion, Alfdogg! And tonight, one of them hopes to take his title from him! Reject and Thunderkid getting set to walk through the Chamber of Hell, right here tonight at AngleSlam! COACH And that match is NEXT!! The lights go out in the arena, and the crowd starts to cheer loudly as the Chamber of Hell lowers from the ceiling, highlighted by strobes on its way down. COLE And the time has arrived! Six men about to walk through hell, only one man will walk out with the Heartland title, *The camera pans to the back to show Alfdogg walking to the ring with the Heartland title around his waist.* COLE A title currently held by that man, Alfdogg, making his way down to the ring for what could be the most gruesome challenge of his entire career! Let's go to Michael Buffer! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen! It is now time for the Invitational Chamber of Hell match, for the OAOAST Heartland championship! Allow me to explain the rules. The six participants received their order of entry by way of random drawing, and in just a few short moments, I will introduce the four participants who will start the match inside the 8x5 steel cells. The cells will then be risen into the air until they reach the top of this chamber, whose roof stands 24 feet from the floor! There will be a different weapon supplied to each cell. Afterwards, I will introduce the two competitors who will start the match inside the ring. These two men will do battle for five minutes, at which point one of these cells will be lowered from the ceiling of the Chamber, and another man will enter the battle. This pattern will continue until all six men have entered the battle. Eliminations may only take place via pinfall or submission, and the one man remaining at the end of the match will be the NEW OAOAST Heartland champion! No Chance in Hell hits and the Cuban Wall comes through the curtain, arms raised in the air. BUFFER The first participant in this match...hailing from Havana, Cuba, and weighing in at 285 pounds...a member of the Lightning Crew...the CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUBANNNNNNNNNNNNNN WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!! COLE And the Cuban Wall will be suspended at the top of this Chamber for at least five minutes, but when he's brought down, he's sure to do some damage! COACH You're damn right about that one, Cole! I'm still shocked at the punishment he inflicted on JINGUS this past Thursday on HeldDOWN! Wall enters the Chamber, and walks directly to his left to a cell containing a jousting lance with both ends wrapped in barbed wire. COLE Nice find by Wall there! COACH I bet they never used THAT one on American Gladiators! Wall admires his stick as Verdi's Requiem hits and JINGUS makes his way to the ring. BUFFER Coming to the ring, weighing in at 385 pounds...he is from the Depths of HELL~! The Devilman, JINGUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! COLE JINGUS may be the biggest man in the match, but he was chopped down to size this past Thursday night on HeldDOWN, it was a six-man tag match involving the six men in this match... *A replay shows the Cuban Wall's Lightning Crew Splash to JINGUS from the top rope to the outside from the six-man tag on Thursday.* ...JINGUS counted out of that match, and you can be sure that JINGUS hasn't forgotten that from the Cuban Wall! JINGUS enters the ring and points up at Wall in his cell, as Wall clutches his joust. JINGUS then enters his cell, which is directly across from Wall, and grabs a sack which hangs from the roof. JINGUS's CellCam reveals the sack to be filled with croquet balls! COLE Look at the size of those balls JINGUS is handling! COACH Money, Power, Respect plays and Reject makes his way out as the third participant. BUFFER The next participant, hailing from NEW YORK CITY...he weighs in at 225 pounds. He is a former OAOAST X champion, and tonight looks to add another title to his resume. The next challenger...RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEJECT!!!!!!! COLE Well, Coach, it was ten days ago that Reject made his shocking return to the OAOAST along with Thunderkid, and they left Alfdogg laying in the middle of the ring! Well, this past Thursday on HeldDOWN, Reject actually scored a pinfall on his former mentor in the Deadly Alliance in that six-man tag elimination match! *cue replay from HD* COACH That's right, Cole, just moments after Alf pinned the Cuban Wall, TK and Reject were lying in wait for him to recover, and then BOOM! RIGHT THERE, Alf got some Thunderous Rejection, and there's Reject with the pin, 1, 2, 3! Could that happen again tonight? Only time will tell! Reject looks up in the air at the Chamber, then enters the cell to the left side of the chamber from the aisleway, where he finds a chest protector with thumbtacks sticking out on the front! COACH Now why didn't D-Lo think of that one? COLE I don't think there'll be any head-first slides with Reject guarding the plate! Then the lights go out and the crowd goes crazy~! Magnum Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat/Howling at the Moon by Kansas begins to play as soft drum beats fill the arena. After 33 seconds, the guitar riff and keyboard music kick in and a white strobe light fills the entrance and the aisleway and ring, and Alfdogg makes his way out of the curtains to a monstrous pop. BUFFER And the final man who will occupy the cells...he weighs in at 240 pounds. He is a former OAOAST World champion, and a true all-time great of the squared circle. Coming down the aisle, the REIGNING, and DEFENDING, OAOAST Heartland champion...ALFDOGG!!!!!!! Alf gets in the ring and stands on the ropes in front of the three men already in cells, raising his belt in one hand while holding onto the ropes with the other. He then gets in the last vacant cell, which contains a kitchen sink. COLE Alf got the last choice of weapons, but found out that everything's here including the kitchen sink! LOL!!! COACH BUFFER And now, introducing the two participants who will start this match off in the ring... God of Thunder hits and Thunderkid walks through the curtains. BUFFER First, hailing from Green Bay, Wisconsin, and weighing in at 240 pounds...a former North American champion, and member of the Deadly Alliance...THHHHHHHHHHUNDERRRRRRRRRRRRRKID!!!!!! COLE As mentioned before, Thunderkid shocking the world along with Reject just ten days ago, returning to the OAOAST to throw their hats in to this match. COACH And you can see TK's not too happy, Cole, I'm sure he'd like to be waiting in one of those cells and have his hands on one of those weapons up there! COLE And of course we know that meeting TK here will be the newcomer, Mike Guerriero! Mutiny by The Soundtrack of Our Lives hits and Mike Guerriero comes out of the curtains, playing to the crowd as he walks to the ring. BUFFER And the final man, who will start this match off! He weighs 260 pounds...hailing from Watertown, Mass...MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE GUERRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIEROOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Guerriero gets in the ring and raises his hands for the crowd, then gets in an opposite corner from TK. The referee calls for the bell, and the two circle the ring. *DING DING DING* TK ties up with Mike, and grabs a headlock. Mike sends him into the rope, and takes him down with a shoulder block. Mike goes into the ropes and leaps over TK, who jumps up and swings at Mike with a clothesline. Mike ducks, and catches TK off the ropes with another shoulder block, this one sending TK rolling out to the floor! TK slams his hands on the apron in frustration. COLE Guerriero getting the upper hand early here, and frustrating TK, as you can see! COACH He sure is, Cole, and I have to wonder if there's still a little ring rust with TK here, despite the six-man tag on Thursday! COLE Well TK didn't look too bad in that match, and he actually was responsible for Guerriero's elimination in that match! TK re-enters the ring and the two tie up again. TK backs Guerriero into the ropes, then breaks, but thumbs Guerriero in the eye as he backs off! COLE And TK to the eyes! TK whips Guerriero into the ropes, and catches him with a clothesline. TK then snaps a legdrop, and goes into a quick cover, getting two. TK picks up Mike, and picks him up in a slam position, holding him for a few seconds, then sends him over with a fallaway slam! COACH That's impressive strength from TK there, Guerriero is 260 pounds! We never really saw that strength from TK in his first run! TK covers again, and gets two again. TK lays in a few stomps to Guerriero, then catches him with a snap suplex. TK then retreats to the outside. COLE TK going to bring the weapons into play here! TK comes up with a kendo stick from under the apron! TK then climbs to the top rope and waits for Guerriero to get to his feet. TK comes off...and gets caught in a BELLY-TO-BELLY from Guerriero! COLE GREAT counter from Guerriero there, and now he spots the stick! COACH Anything goes here, Cole! It's all legal! Mke grabs the stick, and CRACKS TK on the back once! Twice!! He then raises the stick in the air as TK makes it to his feet, and delivers a shot to the gut, and another to the back! The fans go nuts as Mike poses with the stick! The CellCam in Reject's cell shows him pacing over the little space he has in his cell. COLE Mike is a house afire, and Reject is getting nervous for his partner, you can tell! COACH Great shot from the CellCam there, that's a long way to look down for Reject! TK has rolled out of the ring again, and grabbed a trash can and lid! Mike reaches through the ropes to grab TK, and takes a shot from the lid to the face! TK then sets the garbage can bottom up in the ring, and gets Guerriero into vertical suplex position. COLE No, he's not going for the Thunderbolt DDT on top of that trash can! He'll break the man's neck! COACH This match is anything goes Cole, remember that! COLE I understand that, but we're talking about a man's career here! COACH TK doesn't care! That's a part of being a DA member that stays with you forever, the wellbeing of others is out the door. Mike is able to block the suplex and reverse into a small package for a quick two-count! TK gets up, but gets caught in a fireman's carry. TK pushes Mike off with his feet, but Mike lands right next to the garbage can, and he holds it out and allows TK to charge straight into it, knocking him flat on his back! COACH Bad luck for TK on that move, he had the prescence of mind to push Mike off, but Mike landed right in the vicinity of that trash can! Mike drops the can and picks up the lid, then CRACKS TK over the head with it! He then places the can over TK's head, then grabs his legs and takes him back down. Mike then goes to the top rope, and comes off with an elbow to TK inside the trash can! TK quickly rolls over to his stomach, and desperately squirms to get out of the trash can. Mike picks up TK as the countdown begins! COLE Here's the count! We're about to get another participant! 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The lights go out in the arena, and a white light flashes around on all of the cells, before stopping on... ...REJECT!!! COACH Uh oh, this means BIG trouble for Guerriero! He'd be best served to stick and move at this point, I think! Reject's cell lowers, and he grabs the thumbtack chest protector and starts to slide into the ring. Guerriero sees him coming, however, and meets him with a baseball slide, putting him back on the floor! Guerriero then hits TK with a clothesline, and goes out to meet Reject. Guerriero hammers Reject as he attempts to get to his feet, then rams his face on the apron. He then attempts to whip Reject into the side of the chamber, which is wrapped in barbed wire, but Reject reverses the whip, sending Guerriero into the wire! COLE And Guerriero is the first man to taste the barbed wire in this match! Guerriero sinks to the floor, and Reject stomps him. He then puts a foot to Mike's throat as he sits up, pressing him back into the cage! TK has recovered at this point, and Reject stands Mike up. TK runs to the ropes... COACH LOOK OUT...WHOA! TK hits a TOPE CON HILO on Guerriero, and sends him back into the chamber wall! COLE TK FLYING over the ropes! Now this is shades of the TK we saw a few years back! TK chokes Guerriero on the floor, then lifts him up and rakes his face into the wire, cutting him open! TK and Reject then each grab an arm, and send him once, twice, THREE TIMES into the side of the chamber! COACH And now TK and Reject bringing this kid back down to earth a bit! TK rolls Guerriero back into the ring, and follows him in as Reject puts on the thumbtack chest protector. COLE And Reject about to bring his cell weapon into play! TK whips Guerriero into an opposite corner, then whips Reject into said corner, who splashes Guerriero with the chest protector! The crowd groans upon impact. COACH Man, barbed wire to the back, thumbtacks in the front! Reject then pushes Guerriero out of the corner, right into a SPEAR~ from TK! Reject and TK play to the crowd, receiving a chorus of boos. COLE They could easily pin this kid right now, but they're just having fun with him at this point! TK walks over to Guerriero and slaps him on the back of the head a couple times. He picks him up and grabs him in a waistlock. Reject measures him, and connects with a spinning heel kick! TK bridges back after the kick... 1... 2.... But Guerriero kicks out! COLE Guerriero showing tremendous determination, still able to kick out!!! Reject harasses the referee, feeling the count was too slow. TK motions Reject to the corner, where he has set up Guerriero. Reject climbs onto the shoulders of TK, then grabs Guerriero in a double underhook, and lifts him over as TK falls back, completing a stacked-up double underhook suplex! COACH Great double team moves by TK and Reject! Suddenly, TK jumps on top of a dazed Reject and puts his feet on the ropes! 1... 2.... Reject kicks out fairly easily, then looks up at TK with a strange look before rolling him up and grabbing a huge handful of tights... 1... 2.... TK gets out! TK and Reject get up and have words with each other briefly, but talk it out before coming to blows. They pick up Guerriero and whip him into the ropes, but Guerriero ducks a double clothesline and hits one of his own off the ropes! All three men are down in the center of the ring! COLE Guerriero coming back with a double clothesline, and now all three men down and out of it, and here's the countdown!!! 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The lights fly around before landing on the cell of... ...ALFDOGG!!! COLE Listen to this crowd go crazy, as the champ's cell lowers from the roof! Alf's cell lowers, and he rolls into the ring with his kitcken sink. Shot for Reject! Shot for TK! Shot for Guerriero! Alf slams the kitchen sink to the mat as the fans are going wild! COACH Well, Alf not looking to make any allies in this match, that's for damn sure! Alf picks up Guerriero, and sends him over with a belly-to-belly suplex! He then catches TK and hits him with a T-Bone suplex! Shot to the gut of Reject, then lifts him up, and drops him with a fisherman buster! Cover... 1.. 2.. But Reject is able to kick out. Alf gives Reject a slam, then heads to the outside to find another weapon. He comes up with...a barbed wire baseball bat!!! Alf rolls into the ring and twirls the bat around, waiting for Reject to come to. When he turns around, Alf delivers a MASSIVE shot to the gut, and Reject drops to his knees! Alf then digs the bat into the face of Reject, drawing blood! Alf sees TK coming to on the opposite side of the ring, and runs at him with the bat, using it to clothesline him to the floor! Alf follows and sends TK into the chamber wall, then begins to rake his face across the barbed wire and draws blood from him as well! Meanwhile, Reject has pulled a 12-foot ladder out from underneath the ring! The crowd pops at the sight of the ladder, but as Reject sets it on the apron, Guerriero does a baseball slide and sends it back into him, sending Reject and the ladder to the floor! Guerriero rolls to the floor and grabs the ladder, sliding it into the ring, then grabs Reject and rolls him in, as well. Alf rolls TK into the ring, as well, where Guerriero pounces on him. Alf slides into the ring and stares at Guerriero for a couple seconds, then shrugs and goes back to work on Reject. Guerriero lifts TK up and gives him a belly-to-back suplex. TK rolls back out of the ring, and Guerriero follows. Alf gives a snap suplex to Reject, then starts climbing the ladder... COLE Uh oh, Alf going up! Could this be a five-star Alf splash off the ladder??? COACH If this connects, we're gonna have our first elimination, I'm afraid! Reject gets up, however, and shoves the ladder over, sending Alf all the way outside the ring on top of TK and Guerriero!!! COACH OH MAN. Alf took a hell of a fall there, luckily Mike and TK were there to break it for him. Reject then sets the ladder back up and starts climbing. COACH Now what's Reject planning here? Reject gets to the top and LEAPS OFF... COLE OH MY GOD!!! Reject does a FLIP off the ladder, landing on his three opponents on the outside!!! HUGE "HOLY SHIT" chant starts up in the arena as all four men are down and out! COLE It's AMAZING at this pace that we've had no eliminations as of yet! *A replay of Reject's leap is shown from the CellCam of JINGUS' cell.* COACH Great shot from the view there of JINGUS's CellCam! Everyone starts to stir, and Alf rolls to the apron, pulling out...a POWER GLOVE??? COACH Uh oh, Cole! Now Alf's playing with POWER~! COLE Alf puts on the glove, and grabs Guerriero with...a CLAWHOLD??? COACH See, look at that, Cole! Look at the grip Alf's got, thanks to that glove! COLE Didn't think we'd see THAT move in a match like this! TK comes from behind Alf and starts choking him with cables. Alf gets to his feet, however, and kicks TK SQUARE IN THE NUTS~!!!111 Alf rolls into the ring slowly, where Reject waits and hits him with a ROLLING THUNDER~!!!111 As he hits the move, the countdown starts! COLE We're about to add a fifth man! 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lights flash before stopping over... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2005 ..CUBAN WALL!!! COACH And now it's time for the big boys! COLE So we now know that JINGUS will be the last entry! That's a definite advantage for the biggest man in the contest to be the last man to enter! Wall's cell enters, and he starts swinging his joust at people's faces. Alf gets JOUST-SLAPPED so hard that it draws blood! COLE Wall really knows how to handle his joust, doesn't he? COACH He sure does, Cole! And it's even more painful if your joust is wrapped in barbed wire! With Guerriero on the mat in a compromising position, Wall forces his joust onto him! Guerriero starts squirming uncontrollably from the force of Wall's joust, but can't get free and is in danger of passing out from blood loss! Suddenly, TK and Reject start double-teaming Wall, causing his joust to fall flat on the canvas! TK and Reject hit a double back suplex on Wall, the TK turns around and his met with a FACEFUL OF JOUST from Alf! Alf then lies in wait for Reject, joust in hand, and gives him a shot to the gut! Alf then stands over Reject and starts choking him with the jousting stick! Reject, however, is able to get to his feet, despite choking on the joust, and falls back with Alf, smashing him into the canvas! Reject comes up gasping for air, but is met with a foot to the face from Wall. Wall then catches Guerriero and plants him with a chokeslam! Wall covers... 1..... 2............ Guerriero gets a foot on the ropes! COLE And STILL no eliminations! COACH You can tell, you can FEEL how bad all these guys want this! Wall gives Guerriero a press slam, then picks up TK and backs him into a corner. Wall chokes TK with his boot in the corner for a few seconds, then pulls him out and whips him into the ropes, catching him with a big foot to the face. Wall then grabs the thumbtack chest protector and puts it on. Wall runs into the ropes, and hits the LIGHTNING CREW SPLASH on TK!!! 1................... 2....................................... ....but the pin is broken up when Wall is poked in the face with the joust by Reject! Reject then runs over and drives the joust right into Wall's face on the mat! Wall is now bleeding profusely! Reject arrogantly raises his joust in the air for all to see. Guerriero walks over to Alf, and picks him up, delivering a BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX~!!! Cover... 1......... 2................... Alf gets a shoulder up!!! COLE Guerriero nearly made Alf the first casualty of his own match! Guerriero rolls to the outside, and pulls a table out from underneath the ring. Guerriero slides the table into the ring, then rolls in and sets it up. He then picks up Alf, to set up the FINAL JUDGMENT~!!!!!11111 COACH This could be the end for Alf right here, Cole! Guerriero tries a pickup, but Alf blocks. He tries again, and gets Alf about halfway in the air, but Alf is able to come back down, and delivers a vertical suplex of his own! Meanwhile, Reject and TK are setting up THUNDEROUS REJECTION~!!!!!11111 for Wall, but Alf kicks Reject SQUARE IN THE NUTS~!!!111 to break it up. Wall breaks free from TK and sends him over the top rope with a clothesline, then walks right into a SUPERKICK from Alf! Alf covers... 1............. 2............................ Wall kicks out at two!!! COLE And ANOTHER kickout! It looks like we're going to have all six guys in there at once here in a few seconds! Alf whips Wall into the ropes, and gives him a AA SPINEBUSTER~! as the final countdown begins. COLE JINGUS is just ten seconds away!!! 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JINGUS's cell lowers to the ground and he climbs into the ring, bringing his bag of croquet balls along. Clothesline for TK! Clothesline for Guerriero! Clothesline for Reject! Clothesline for Alf! JINGUS then stops and stares down Wall. COLE And JINGUS has his eyes set on the man who caused his elimination in six man tag on Thursday night! This spells trouble for Wall, I have to say! JINGUS floors Wall with a BIG foot to the face! JINGUS then wraps the empty part of the bag around his hand, and hits Guerriero right in the back with it, sending him through the ropes to the floor! Wall then comes to, and takes a shot RIGHT TO THE HEAD!!! COACH Oh, man, this is NOT looking good for Wall right now... JINGUS then gives the sign for the CLAWSLAM~!!!111 He grabs Wall by the head on the mat and moves him over to the table that Guerriero had set up earlier, then lifts Wall up...CLAWSLAM THROUGH THE TABLE~!!!!!11111 Cover... 1.......... 2......................... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COLE And we have our first elimination! Wall is out of there! JINGUS extracting revenge for Thursday night! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1st elimination: Cuban Wall eliminated by: JINGUS, via pinfall remaining: Alfdogg, JINGUS, Mike Guerriero, Reject, Thunderkid ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ While all this was going on, Alf rolled to the outside, and returned with a CHEESE GRATER!!! Alf jumps on the back of JINGUS and rakes the object across his forehead, while TK and Reject grab the joust, and place it under JINGUS's legs, then bring it up STRAIGHT IN THE NUTS~!!!111 JINGUS falls to one knee, as Guerriero rolls back in the ring and Alf grabs the ladder and takes it to the outside. COLE Alf with the ladder out on the floor, what could he be planning here? Guerriero grabs JINGUS's sack of balls which he has dropped on the mat, then swings it around a couple times, and delivers ANOTHER shot to JINGUS STRAIGHT IN THE NUTS~!!!111 JINGUS has now fallen to both knees. COACH Obviously these guys realise they've got to work together to get out the biggest guy in the match! Alf has set the ladder up directly in front of one of the cells, as TK grabs JINGUS in a dragon sleeper, and Reject and Guerriero each grab a leg, lifting him up. Reject moves backward as Guerriero helps position JINGUS on Reject's shoulder. Reject grabs JINGUS's legs, and they drop down with the THUNDEROUS REJECTION~!!!!!11111 COACH They hit the THUNDEROUS REJECTION~!!!!!11111 on JINGUS! I never thought I'd see that! JINGUS is flat on the mat, as Alf reaches the top of the ladder, then reaches up and opens the door of the cell! COLE Oh my goodness...Alf is looking to take off from the raised cell here! COACH This is gonna be great!!! Alf climbs into the cell, positions himself at the front...and leaps off, hitting a FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 FROM THE SUSPENDED CELL!!!!! COLE OH MY GOD! That must have been about a 15-foot jump down onto JINGUS!!! Alf bounces off of JINGUS and lands a few feet away, and Guerriero covers... 1............... 2.............................. 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COACH If THAT weren't enough to finish off the Devilman, Alf may as well have just handed him that Heartland title! The crowd continues to chant "HOLY SHIT" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2nd elimination: JINGUS eliminated by: Mike Guerriero, via pinfall remaining: Alfdogg, Mike Guerriero, Reject, Thunderkid ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COACH It's ironic, as well, that the last two men to enter, were the *first* two men eliminated! COLE And here's another shot of one of those eliminations... *The CellCam from which Alf lept down onto JINGUS shows a replay of the leap.* COLE And there we see Alf right in the cell, then leaps ALL the way down onto JINGUS with a five-star Alf splash! What a great shot! Reject quickly backsides a still dazed Alf... 1.............. 2........................... NO!!! Alf is able to slide out! COLE Reject trying for a quick elimination, realizing Alf was still stunned from that move! Guerriero has the joust, and scores with a shot to Reject! He then catches TK in the back, sending him through the ropes to the outside! Guerriero then waits for Alf to get up, and gives him a shot to the head with the joust! Much of the crowd voices its disapproval. COLE Listen to this! COACH Guerriero normally favored by the fans, but these people here in Chicago making it very clear who they want to see walk out with the Heartland title! TK reaches under the ring and grabs two chairs, sliding one to Reject on the other side of the ring. Meanwhile, Guerriero sets Alf up in the ring, and hits the FINAL JUDGMENT~!!!!!11111 1............. 2................................ 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!! Alf has a foot on the bottom rope! COLE OH MY GOODNESS! I thought Mike had pulled off the shocker! Reject pulls himself to his feet, as Guerriero grabs the joust, and swings at Reject, who blocks the shot with his chair! But before he can set up another shot, TK comes from behind and CRACKS Guerriero with his chair over the back of the head! COLE Wow, VICIOUS chairshot from TK right there! Reject grabs the thumbtack chest protector and tosses it to TK. He then picks up Guerriero, putting his head between his legs and picking him up...and driving him with the PITCH BLACK~!!!111 He then runs over and dropkicks Alf right in the face as he lies on the mat! Alf rolls out of the ring. TK goes to the top and puts on the chest protector backwards. He then comes off the top with a SWANTON BOMB onto Guerriero!!! COLE And TK drives the tacks once again into Guerriero! TK covers... 1.............. 2.............................. 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COLE And Guerriero FINALLY eliminated, at the hands of Thunderkid! A tremendous showing by the newcomer here in this match! COACH I agree Cole, even I've gotta take my hat off to him. I'm sure there'll be more title shots in this kid's future! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 3rd elimination: Mike Guerriero eliminated by: Thunderkid, via pinfall remaining: Alfdogg, Reject, Thunderkid ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE And now Alf is in MAJOR trouble here. COACH Technically, anything could happen, but this is essentially 2-against-1 for Alf right now! Alf is out on the floor, and has pulled a disco ball from underneath the ring. He also has a bag in his hand. Alf sets the bag in the corner and rolls into the ring, where TK and Reject zoom in on him. They whip Alf into the ropes and catch him with a double clothesline. TK then picks up Alf, and drills him with an ORANGE CRUSH~!!! Cover... 1................ 2................................. NO!!! Alf gets a shoulder up! TK goes to the top as Reject grabs Alf by the legs. Reject gives Alf a slingshot, right into a TK missile dropkick! COACH WOW! That's a unique double-team move, I don't think I've ever seen that one before! TK and Reject play to the crowd, then pick up Alf and whip him into the ropes again. Alf ducks another double clothesline attempt, then TK and Reject put their heads down. Alf gives Reject a kick, then gives TK a small package! 1........... 2......................... NO! TK kicks out. Alf grabs TK in a headlock, then jumps up and hooks Reject with his legs, and takes them both down to the mat! Alf clotheslines TK to the floor, then ducks a clothesline from Reject, and hits him with a belly-to-belly suplex!!! He follows that with a T-Bone suplex, then whips him into the ropes, and catches him with a Tazz-plex! Alf then grabs Reject by the legs, and hooks him in a SHARPSHOOTER!!! COLE Alf trying to get a submission out of Reject here! It would be the first elimination by way of submission! Reject inches closer to the ropes, as TK charges at Alf with the disco ball, but Alf sees him coming and releases the hold on Reject, only to put a SHARPSHOOTER on TK, as well! Alf this time has his back turned, which allows Reject to slide out of the ring and grab a Colecovision console from underneath! Reject slides back in and takes to Colecovision to the back of Alf's head! Alf is out of it in the corner, but grabs a handful of what appeared to be thumbtacks out of the sack he left there. COACH Alf just grabbed something out of that sack, those guys better watch themselves here! TK and Reject set up Alf for the THUNDEROUS REJECTION~!!!!!11111 But as Reject grabs Alf's legs, Alf smacks TK in the face with the hand that held the thumbtacks! COLE Those were tacks in that sack! TK releases his hold on Alf, and Alf rolls forward and rolls up Reject in a victory roll... 1............... 2............................... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COACH Alf's gotten it down to 1-on-1! I never would have believed it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 4th elimination: Reject eliminated by: Alfdogg, via pinfall remaining: Alfdogg, Thunderkid ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reject gives Alf a spin-kick to the head before leaving! This allows TK to recover and plant Alf with the THUNDERBOLT DDT~!!!111 TK covers, but the ref is busy getting Reject out of the ring! Finally, the ref turns around... 1............. 2.............................. 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!! Alf gets a shoulder up at the very last split second, and the crowd goes crazy! TK picks up Alf, and gives him a snap suplex. He follows up with a fallaway slam, and a FALCON ARROW! Another cover... 1.................. 2................................... NO!!! Alf kicks out! TK picks up Alf again, and gutwrenches him into a tombstone position! Alf swings his legs wildly and turns the move around! TK shifts his weight to the side, and returns the move to his side! The crowd sways with each turn! Alf shifts to the side, but falls forward onto his feet, and TK picks him back up. Alf kicks again, and turns it over again...and DROPS TK ON HIS HEAD WITH A TOMBSTONE!!! COLE FINALLY Alf able to get the tombstone! Alf, dazed, covers... 1.......... 2......................... 3!!! NO!!! TK gets a shoulder up! Both men lay around on the mat to catch their wind, and the crowd stands and applauds the match. COLE Listen to this crowd's appreciation, not just for these two men in the ring right now, but for the four men alredy eliminated and this tremendous match in general! Alf and TK start to rise up, both bloody messes, slugging it out on their knees. TK gets to his feet first, as Alf stays down and drives his arm STRAIGHT INTO THE NUTS~!!!111 of TK. Alf then gets to his feet and rolls to the outside. He pulls from underneath the ring a gas can, lighter and a pair of fireproof gloves! COACH Well, if you people were wondering how this match could possibly become any more gruesome, there's your answer. Alf puts on the gloves, then drags the disco ball over and dumps gasoline on it. Alf then takes the torch lighter, and sets the ball ablaze as the crowd goes nuts! COACH Once again disco goes up in flames here in Chicago! Alf picks up the ball, and SMASHES IT over the head of TK!!! COLE OH MY GOD! Alf then grabs the barbed wire bat, and brings it down onto the disco ball, shattering it and sending TK down in a heap! COLE Imagine the pain TK must be going through right now! Alf then scoops up TK...and drills him with an EMERALD FUSION!!!!! Alf covers... 1........... 2................ 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The crowd goes ballistic! COLE And this match, mercifully, is over! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 5th elimination: Thunderkid eliminated by: Alfdogg, via pinfall ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BUFFER The winner, of the Heartland Invitational Chamber of Hell match...and STILL the OAOAST Heartland champion...ALFDOGG!!! COLE What you have seen here tonight is six men giving it their all, going through hell in this unbelievable match! Six careers have been changed forever! But only one man could walk out with that right there, and it's still Alfdogg! *Alf staggers around the ring posing with his belt as Magnum Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat/Howling at the Moon plays throughout the arena.* COACH Damn....I am impressed. In fact, I need to recover. Let's cut to something boring.... CABOOSE Josh Matthews! The cameras cut to Josh Matthews, standing outside of a door. But not just any door; this door has a large "H" on the front. This door could belong to only one man. Matthews knocks on the door, and a moment later it opens. The fans explode as from the door, Hoff steps out. "HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF!" Hoff nods, smiling as Matthews raises the mic. MATTHEWS So, Hoff-- The challenger to the World Title casually grabs the mic, and casually pushes Josh away. Josh stumbles out of scene, and Hoff looks hard at the camera. HOFF First of all, welcome. "TO THE FUTURE!!" HOFF And the first thing I'd like to do tonight is apologize to all my fans. I know I've been MIA lately. But tonight, I promise you...I PROMISE you...I will make up for lost time. Hoff smirks. HOFF Tonight...we're walking out of here with the title. "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!" HOFF And Josh, I don't know why you were coming back here, because there's nothing more that needs to be said. It's all come down to this. The two best in the world fighting it out for the right to be called champion. Now I've said it all along...this is my title. I never lost it. Tonight, I get it back. It's fate-- it's destiny. Tonight a wrong is righted. Tonight a dream becomes reality once more. Tonight....the future arrives. The fans go nuts, cheering their lungs out for the big man. HOFF Axel...good luck. Hoff flips the mic back to a recovered Josh Matthews, and the cameras cut back to Sofa Central. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2005 COLE Fans, we thank you all very much for joining us tonight on Pay Per View for Angleslam. Coming up next is a grudge match that promises to deliver intensity and sheer brutality...I'm talking about Zack Malibu meeting Drek Stone one on one for the first time. CABOOSE The rage building up inside both men these last few months has been tremendous. Drek Stone, despite being a former World Heavyweight Champion, amongst other accolades, feels slighted by the OAOAST. He feels that he's been overlooked and overshadowed by the longtime superstars, the men who helped pave the way for people like him. So he shared this belief with others, and managed to mold the GPX, Crystal, Christian Wright...he's got a following now. Some say they're cult like in their nature. They say that they want to rejuvenate the OAOAST, and by doing that they are trying to forcibly remove people like Dan Black, Tony Brannigan, and Zack Malibu from the company. COLE It's no secret that Drek has targetted Zack first, because everyone knows that Malibu cares more for this company than perhaps anyone. He's been the face of our company for the past three years, and Drek Stone hates the fact that the company he works for is represented by a man that, in his words, has kept people from achieving their true potential. CABOOSE It's professional jealousy that has turned into pure hatred, and Drek needs to realize that Malibu is at his best when his back is against the wall. Stone's been instigating this for weeks, and thanks to new General Manager Calvin Szechstein, it's finally taking place, with no other Originals or Upstarts set to play a part in it. COLE That's right. Like Calvin told Zack ten days ago on HeldDOWN~!, if any outside interference takes place, then the man who benefits from it will be suspended for six months, and the person who commits the act of interference will be fired on the spot by the new GM. COACH Uh, don't know you guys want to know my thoughts on this whole deal? CABOOSE Coachman! When did you get here, old chap? COACH ... The lights dim, and the sound of an eerie guitar riff echoes through the arena. "Just Close Your Eyes" haunts over the sound system, and the fans throughout the Rosemont Horizon rise to their feet to catch a glimpse of the hated individual heading down the aisleway. Drek Stone pays no mind, as he's used to the jeers of the crowd by now, and seems to love every minute of it. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall. Approaching the ring at this time, and hailing from Brooklyn, New York, he weighs in tonight at two hundred, thirty five pounds...this is DRRRRRRRRRRRREKKKKKKKKKK SSSTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!" Michael Buffer's loud voice barely overpowered the boos, as Drek rolls into the ring and comes to his feet, outstretching his arms and posing cockily while pyro shoots up from the corner post. Stone then goes over to the ropes and stands on the middle strand, looking out to the crowd and glaring at the many fans weilding pro-Zack signs in his face. COLE Well, the crowd support is obviously not for Mr. Stone tonight. As Stone paces the ring, the lights in the Rosemont Horizon dim once again, as the throbbing bass intro to "Getting AWay With Murder" starts up, drawing the fans who are unappreciative of Drek Stone into a frenzy! CABOOSE Listen to this crowd! Pyro shoots up from the entrance ramp, and rains down from above at the same time, showering the entranceway in white and golden sparks. Through them all emerges Zack Malibu, who walks slowly and pauses for a moment to scour the crowd, as fans leap up and down upon their hero's arrival. COLE Just one year ago, he was the most hated man in the company. Now, at Angleslam 2005, Zack Malibu is back in the good graces of the fans, and is fighting not for a title, but for the pride of the company he has pledged his career to! "His opponent, hailing from Providence, Rhode Island, and weighing in tonight at two hundred, five pounds, he is the Franchise of the OAOAST...ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK MAAAAAAAAAAAALIBUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" Once the introduction is done, Buffer starts to step out of the ring...and just in time, as Malibu tears off his "Malibu-Established 1980" (available now at merchandise stands and OAOASTShopzone.com) and charges the ring, sending Drek Stone scurrying out through the ropes and to the floor! Malibu wastes no time in giving chase, sliding out of the ring, but now Stone runs away, rounding the corner and rolling back into the ring. Malibu leaps up onto the apron and springboards in, purposely overshooting Stone and landing on his feet, then turns around just as Stone begins to approach and clocks him with a big right hand! Stone goes down, and referee Nick Patrick hurriedly calls for the bell, as Malibu drops to his knees and starts pounding on Stone! COACH Shit's gettin' thick on the quick! Malibu hammers away, his fist connecting with Stone's forehead several times before he pulls his foe up to his feet and sends him to the ropes, then runs towards him on the rebound and drills him with a running lariat! Stone goes down, but is pulled right back up by Malibu, who whips him to the corner...HARD. Stone winces as his back smashes against the turnbuckles, while Malibu charges towards him...and right into a boot! Stone then bursts out of the corner and nails Zack with a lariat of his own, and then starts putting the boots to Malibu, keeping him down on the canvas! Stone reaches down to pull Zack up, but Zack quickly counters with a drop toehold, taking Stone down to the canvas! Malibu then rolls across Stone's back and wraps his arm around his head, applying a front facelock and rising to his feet, pulling Stone up with him and then driving a knee into his sternum! Malibu then releases the facelock but stays on the attack, blasting Stone with a European uppercut! Stone reels, but Malibu moves forward, and a second European uppercut sends Stone falling into the ropes! Malibu grabs him by the wrist and propels him towards the far side, but Stone swings around and reverses in mid-move, sending Zack to the ropes! Stone ducks his head for a leapfrog, but Malibu chooses to baseball slide through his legs, then comes up and takes Stone by the head, snapping him backwards to the canvas! Malibu then connects with a quick legdrop and covers, but Stone pushes him off just as Patrick barely counts one, and then rolls out to the floor once again! CABOOSE It figures. Now that it's one on one, face to face, Drek Stone can't take the heat! Stone rests on one knee, holding his head in his hands, while the sold out crowd starts taunting him with their chants. "YOU'RE A PUSSY!" clap clap clapclapclap "YOU'RE A PUSSY!" clap clap clapclapclap "YOU'RE A PUSSY!" clap clap clapclapclap CABOOSE Coachman, cover your ears. Stone gets up to his feet and looks out to the crowd, which only serves to make the chant louder. Furious, Stone kicks the guardrail and leans over it, jawjacking with a pair of scared ringsiders, until the day is saved by Zack rushing out of the ring and spinning Drek around, nailing him with a right hand! Malibu keeps Stone backed against the security barrier and peppers him with rights, then takes him by the head and rams it into the apron once, twice, three times, four times, FIVE times! COLE He's going to crush his skull! Luckily for the maintenance crew at the arena, that's not the case, as Malibu rolls the dazed Stone into the ring, then climbs up on the apron. Malibu hesistates as Drek gets up to his feet, holding his head, and then gets drilled in the back of the head with a springboard dropkick by Zack! The impact sends Stone stumbling forward and through the ropes, but he falls out to the apron and rolls himself under the bottom rope, back into the ring. Malibu pries him off the canvas quickly and leads him to his feet, then tosses him into the corner, where Stone is easy prey for... WHOO~! Chops aplenty! Zack goes on a rampage, striking Drek across the chest numerous times with open hand chops, then takes him by the hair and brings him out of the corner...and catches a thumb to the eye! Zack steps back, but Stone reels him back in and hooks a facelock, then snaps Zack over with a suplex. He gets up, while Zack rolls to his feet, still trying to regain full vision. Stone grabs him by the arm and sends him into the corner, but when Stone charges in, Zack moves out of the way at the last second! Drek crashes chest first into the corner and staggers back, while Zack rushes to the ropes, spearing Drek on the rebound...and the momentum sends the both of them through the middle ropes and down to the ringside floor! COACH YO~! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" Both men are rattled and laid out at ringside. Stone is looking up at the lights, moving slightly, while Malibu lays on his stomach, eyes closed. Patrick jumps out of the ring to check on both of them to see how they feel, and when he looks at Stone, Drek knocks his hand away and mutters "I'm fine." Patrick goes to check on Zack, who slowly tries coming to his feet. Patrick acts as support, helping Zack, who is woozy, but Patrick is shoved away by Drek, who comes after Zack once again! Drek fires off some right hands, then takes Zack and sends him into the guardrail, and Malibu groans as his back is cracked against the hard steel. He starts to slouch, but Stone comes to him and pulls him up, wrapping his hands around Zack's throat and choking him, then backing away and delivering a kick to the ribs and pulling Zack away from the railing, then lifts him up into the air and drops him ribs first on the barricade! Zack teeters on the top of the railing, and Stone takes his head and then drives the point of his elbow into the back of Zack's neck, knocking Malibu back down to the floor once again. Drek stands over him, but before he can do anything else, Patrick pushes him away and orders him back into the ring, while Malibu rolls around in agony. Stone sneers at Malibu, then spits in Patrick's face before climbing up on the apron, smiling the whole way. COLE What a disrespectful son of a bitch. Yet he thinks he can do good for this company? Drek Stone isn't in this for anyone but himself. This is all about feeding his own ego. Stone gets back into the ring, and Patrick follows, starting a count on Zack. With the referee's back turned, Stone then ducks out of the ring once again, and creeps around ringside behind Zack, then nails him with a running lariat to the back of the head as he was just getting to his feet! Stone starts stomping Malibu once again, and violently pulls him to his feet and shoves him back into the ring, then follows. Zack starts coming up to his feet, but Drek runs at him and drills him with a kneelift, knocking Zack back to the canvas. Drek then pulls him up by the wrist, and wrenches Zack's arm before connecting with a blistering chop. Another wrench of the arm follows, and Zack is reeling, while Stone keeps the arm bar applied. Malibu flinches, then snatches Drek's wrist and counters with an arm wrench of his own, then pulls Drek down with a quick Russian Legsweep! Malibu rolls backwards, propping himself on both knees and grabbing Drek's head in an inverted facelock...the setup for the California Dream! CABOOSE We haven't seen Zack break out the California Dream in ages, but it looks like he's going for the submission! Malibu hooks Drek's head and tries to hold him down, but a nervous Drek starts to power up, forcing Malibu to keep his leverage advantage by moving up to his feet with him. Drek quickly spins around and hooks Zack by the waist, countering the potential match-ender into a Northern Lights Suplex! ONE! T-NO! Zack bridges out and pushes up while still holding onto Drek's waist. He turns so that he has Stone trapped in a standing headscissors, but Drek quickly takes Zack's legs out from under him! He holds on and tries to roll Zack over into a Boston Crab, but Malibu kicks off and forces Drek away, breaking the hold. Malibu comes up to his feet and sees Drek coming at him full blast, so he ducks and backdrops Drek over the ropes...but Stone hangs on and lands on the apron! He shoulderblocks Zack through the ropes and then slingshots himself into the ring, rolling Zack up with a sunset flip...but Malibu uses the momentum to roll himself through with the move and blasts Drek in the face with a basement dropkick! Stone is stunned, and pulls himself up and moves to the corner, checking to make sure all his teeth are intact. While distracted with his own well-being, Malibu comes to his feet and races across the ring, and Stone notices him too late, as Malibu is already airborne, and squashes Stone with a flying corner splash! Malibu takes the staggered Stone and snapmares him out of the corner, laying him on his back, and then springs up onto the top rope, leaping into the air and crashing down with a legdrop across the throat of his nemesis! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COACH That was some high impact shit right there, but Drek Stone ain't stayin' down! Malibu rises up off of Stone and backs away, actually giving Stone some recovery space...then grabs his arm and quickly wrings it, sending Stone facefirst into the canvas! Malibu then picks him up by the head and brings him to the corner, ramming his head into the turnbuckle twice before pulling him away from the corner and getting in front of him, planting him with an inverted atomic drop! Malibu then props himself up on the middle rope and leaps off, scissoring his legs around Drek's head, and snaps him to the canvas with a huracanrana! Drek scrambles to recover, while Zack races across the ring and grabs him by the head, kicking off the canvas and spinning around through the air...but Drek throws him off and back first into the corner, blocking the swinging DDT attempt! Drek then runs in with a knee to the ribs of Zack Malibu, doubling him over, and then props him up on the top rope before taking a moment to catch his breath. Stone then climbs up the ropes, but Malibu nails him with a right hand to the side of the head, and then another one, then shoves Drek down to the canvas! As Drek hits the ring below, Zack starts to try and stand on the top rope, but Stone recovers quickly, popping right up and running up the ropes, hooking his arm under Malibu's and tossing him from the top rope back down into the ring with a top rope armdrag! CABOOSE Malibu just flew across that ring, and not on his own accord either! COACH Zack drives an SUV though! Besides, Accord's don't fly! They're cars! CABOOSE Why can't you just stick to "Yo" and "Booyah"? Stone gets up to his feet first, looking to keep the tide in his favor. He snags Malibu and wraps his arms around his waist, taking him over with a Northern Lights Suplex, and then rolls through with it, bringing both he and Zack to their feet and connecting with another Northern Lights Suplex! Drek again rolls over, bringing Zack up to his feet once again and this time dropping him with an inverted atomic drop before backing into the ropes and using them to shoot forward and crack Malibu in the face with a YAKUZA KICK~! Zack goes down, and Drek quickly follows, looking to get the pin on the crowd's hero. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COLE A quick kick to the face put Zack down, but he's not going to stay down for long! Drek comes up and starts hammering on Zack's back with forearm shots as the prep rises to his feet. Stone then sends Malibu to the ropes with a whip and lowers his head, and Malibu leapfrogs over him, then puts on the brakes and reaches back, pulling Stone down with a backslide! ONE! TWO! NO! Stone rolls out of the hold, freeing himself from the pinning predicament, as Patrick raises two fingers to the crowd, showing them it wasn't a three count. Stone gets up and inches closer to Zack, who quickly wraps an arm across his chest and tries for a Rock Bottom Backbreaker, but Drek elbows out of it, then takes Zack by the head and throws him over the top rope out to the floor below! CABOOSE It's a cowardly move, but also a tactic that could payoff in the long run. Drek Stone just tossed Zack out to the floor, using a simple method to break any change in momentum. Drek ducks out to the apron and then leaps off, smacking Zack across the back of the head with a stiff forearm as he drops to the floor. Drek then pulls Zack up and takes him to the railing, putting his throat over the edge of it and pushing down on Zack's head, choking him on the railing! The fans boo relentlessly as Drek chokes his hated enemy, then pulls him up to his feet and runs him backwards into the apron! Zack staggers as he feels the pain surge up his spine, and Drek chops him several times as he's leaned up against the apron, then takes him by the head and spins him away, taking him by the head and shoving him forward into the ringpost, which Zack collides hard with! COLE Good God, Drek Stone just viciously tossed Zack Malibu into the ringpost! The fans gasp in horror as Zack drops to the floor, laying face down. Drek slowly walks over, smirking the whole way, and kneels over Zack, pulling his head up and revealing a cut across Zack's forehead that has begun dripping blood! Stone looks out to the crowd, pleased with his actions...and then vicously crossfaces Zack across the head! Stone moves in front of Zack and reaches down, pulling him up to his knees, and then starts pounding on the cut, using repeated punches to open the cut even more! Stone acts disgusted, wiping his bloody hand on the ring apron, then delivers a running soccer kick to the ribs before picking Zack up and rolling him back into the ring. CABOOSE Drek Stone has gained a distinct advantage now. The more blood Zack loses, the weaker he'll become, and the greater the chance at Stone taking him out for good! Zack crawls across the ring, drops of blood falling from his head and staining the canvas. Stone rolls into the ring and stands over Zack, hoisting him up and in one swift motion bringing him over with a release German Suplex! Drek then stands over Zack and brings the instep of his boot across Zack's forehead, raking it with the boot laces, and then kicks the cut several times, staining his own boot in Malibu's blood! COLE He's like a shark! He smells blood, and he's going in for the kill! CABOOSE Not without having some fun at Zack's expense though. He's toying with him now. Stone yanks Zack off the canvas again and holds him at bay in a front facelock, the set up for the Stonecutter! Sensing Stone's attempt, Malibu quickly shoves Drek away, falling down to one knee in his process. Agitated, Stone comes back towards Zack and strikes him with a knee to the gut, knocking the wind out of him and going for another Stonecutter, but Zack shoves him away again, this time into the corner! Stone clears his head and then props himself up on the ropes, getting to his feet on the top...but Zack looks up and sees this, so he lunges forward and drops himself onto the top rope, causing them to shake and Drek to crotch himself! COACH Ooooooooooooooooh, that's not good! Some fans groan in mock pain, others cheer wildly, as Stone's jaw is open in shock. He tries to recover, but Zack, using the ropes as support, walks to the corner and starts to climb up, stopping on the middle rope. Holding Drek by the head, he keeps him held while he hammers him with a trifecta of punches, then lowers his body and pulls Drek across his shoulders while standing on the turnbuckles! COLE What the? CABOOSE What is he doing? His face drenched in his own plasma, Zack gets Drek up across his shoulders, and Stone tries to kick and break free...but Malibu keeps him in position as he leaps OFF the turnbuckles, flipping over in mid-air and crashing to the mat with Drek's body breaking his fall, absorbing the impact of his weight! COLE A somersault Samoan Drop off the middle ropes by Zack Malibu! COACH That was awesome! Zack, having let go of Stone upon impact, rolls over and crawls onto his fallen foe, waiting for the referee's count! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! CABOOSE It was awesome, but it wasn't enough! The fans boo the kickout, thinking that that was something that would have done Drek in. Malibu gets up, but is visibly woozy, as he nearly falls over when he gets to his feet, a result of the blood loss. He crouches down, resting as he waits on Drek to get to his feet, and the fans buzz, knowing what's coming. Stone rises up slowly, not seeing Zack until it's too late. Malibu shuffles forward, bringing his right leg up... SCHOOL'S OUT~! CAUGHT~! Drek delivers a blatant low blow that keels Zack over, and takes the Preppy One and lifts, delivering a hard powerbomb! Stone keeps a grip on Zack and powers up, raising Zack up again and dropping him with a second powerbomb! Still holding on, Stone lifts and struggles, pulling Zack up a third time...but this time Malibu grabs Drek by the head and pulls himself closer, AND STARTS BITING THE FOREHEAD OF DREK STONE! COLE Well, THAT'S new! CABOOSE I've never seen Zack do that to anyone! COACH He's going to leave a hickey on his forehead! That's just gross! CABOOSE ...no, the fact that you've thought about that in that way is though. Stone is stunned and hurting, and quickly releases his grip, letting Zack fall to his feet. Stone backs away instantly, holding his forehead. He looks up, and Zack comes flying at him with a ROARING ELBOW~!...but Stone ducks and hooks Malibu in a full nelson, then drives his head and neck into the canvas with a hard Dragon Suplex! COLE He calls his version The Recker, and I'd say it did just that to Malibu's neck! Zack is too busy holding his neck to fight off Drek as he rolls him onto his back and covers, hooking his leg. ONE! TWO! THR-NO! Malibu's not too busy to avoid defeat, as he rolls a shoulder in the nick of time! Sensing his foe's weakness, Stone comes up, still with a headache after Malibu sank his teeth into his forehead. He pulls Zack up and hooks a facelock again, once again looking to drive his skull into the canvas with the Stonecutter...but Malibu slips out and quickly cracks Stone with School's Out before collapsing himself! COLE What the...he just...I didn't even... CABOOSE Malibu with the School's Out, and now they're both laid out! COLE It's moves like that that lead to victory. A superkick out of nowhere, cracking Drek Stone on the jaw, but unfortunately Malibu is just as worn out, unable to make the pin! The Rosemont Horizon starts to fill up with with stomping and clapping, as the fans begin a rally for a certain someone not named Drek Stone. "LET'S GO ZACK!" "LET'S GO ZACK!" "LET'S GO ZACK!" Malibu comes up on his knees, and when he throws his head back and favors his neck, you can barely make out his facial features under all the blood. Stone has rolled onto his stomach, but Malibu gets up and then takes Stone up off the canvas, whipping him hard into the corner! Stone can't even brace himself for the collision, and is rattled upon impact, then can't put up a defense as Zack runs in and leaps into the air, driving both knees into his chest! Drek falls forward, right into Zack's arms, and Malibu lifts him up and then drives forward, ramming an upside down Drek into the turnbuckles several times before lifting him up in the air and dropping him face first on the top turnbuckle with snake eyes! Stone does a backwards roll sell and comes up on his knees, but as he pushes up further Malibu rushes him and grabs him by the head, this time connecting with a jump swinging DDT that spikes Stone's head on the canvas! ONE! TWO! THREE...NO! COACH Just a deuce, not a tres! CABOOSE Do you listen to yourself at all? Malibu slowly rises off Stone, but pulls Drek up with him, and then rocks him with a European uppercut, then hooks both of his arms and sets up for a butterfly suplex...but Stone backdrops Zack over! Stone quickly turns around and approaches Zack, then hooks both of his arms like Zack did moments earlier, using Malibu's planned butterfly suplex against him! Stone then backs into the ropes and jumps into the air, bringing a knee into Zack's forehead as well as the open wound, then covers him! ONE! TWO! THREE...NO! Angered, Stone pounds the canvas, feeling that Patrick is favoring Malibu and not counting as fast as he should. Stone approaches Patrick, but Nick warns him that he's not afraid to end the match the minute he tries something. Stone turns around and sees Zack pushing up onto all fours...but as he approaches Zack pounces forward and dives to the side, reaching back and rolling Drek up with a schoolboy! ONE! TWO! NO! Drek rolls through, escaping defeat, and as both men rise up, Stone grabs Zack and quickly drives his head into the canvas with a STONECUTTER! COLE HE HIT IT! HE GOT HIM! Stone sits up and smirks, laughing to himself that he's finally got Zack. He covers, still hooking the leg for good measure... ONE! TWO! THREE...NO! The crowd roars, and Stone can't believe it! He gets up and approaches Patrick again, then waves him off and forgets about it, pulling Zack back up and hitting him with a second Stonecutter! CABOOSE Another one! This is not good! Stone covers once again, and Patrick again comes down to count... ONE! TWO! THREE! NOOOOOOOOOOO! FOOT ON THE ROPES! COACH Damn! COLE Zack Malibu is still in this contest! The crowd roars again, and Drek is furious, to say the least. He gets up and starts kicking at Malibu's limp form, then drops to his knees and starts punching Zack on the forehead. He takes Zack by the head and brings him up, then just as quickly sends him to the ropes, but when Malibu rebounds he blasts Drek in the face with a Yakuza Kick! Malibu falls to all fours, still weak despite the comeback. He gets to his feet, pacing the ring in order to regain some composure, while Stone is still reeling. Drek gets up and stumbles backwards, visibly shaken, and Malibu lets him back right into him... ...AND HITS HIM WITH THE ANGLE SLAM!??!?!?!?!?! COLE Did he, he just, I mean... CABOOSE We haven't seen that used since the days of Anglesault, and the heir to the company just dropped his rival with that legendary move! ONE! TWO! THREE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! COLE Dammit! COACH Mikey Cole, stop being so biased! CABOOSE Like if one of them had a set of cans you wouldn't be? The crowd can't believe it, that Drek Stone would kick out of the Angle Slam...AT Angleslam! Malibu can't believe it either, and once again looks to finish Drek off...but as he drags him up Drek connects with a low blow to stun Malibu! He looks for another Stonecutter, but Malibu shoves him away, into the ropes and hiptosses him over. Even the simplest moves take Drek of course, as he reels from it, trying to figure out a strategy. Malibu comes up behind him as he gets to his feet and applies a sleeperhold, and the crowd roars in approval once again...but before Zack can hit the Trendsetter, Drek turns to the side and elbows him in the bread basket, then grabs him for the Stonecutter, but Zack slips out and tries a lariat, but Drek ducks that and lifts for a backbreaker...but Malibu floats over his shoulder, only to have Drek spin around and bring a knee up, then hit a quick Stonecutter on Zack Malibu! Knowing it may not be enough, he brings Zack up again, repeatedly kneeing him in the gut and then hits ANOTHER Stonecutter! Malibu is lifeless, but Stone doesn't care, as he starts stomping on the back of Zack's head, and brings him up again, holding him for a Stonecutter...but then reaches down and hooks Malibu's leg. He lifts Zack up, and it's an all too familiar visual, but normally one reserved for Zack to do... ...BECAUSE DREK STONE SLAMS THE HEAD OF ZACK MALIBU INTO THE CANVAS WITH A FALLING STAR DRIVER! COLE That spiteful sonuvabitch! Drek nearly passes out from exerting so much energy, but rolls over and still hooks a leg, even though the bloody Malibu is completely blacked out. ONE! TWO! THREE! CABOOSE He did it. Like it or not, he did it. "Just Close Your Eyes" airs over the sound system, as Drek Stone rolls off of Zack Malibu, pleased with the sound of his theme music. Zack doesn't move, while Drek comes to his feet and orders Nick Patrick to raise his hand. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...DRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREK STOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE! Drek falls back into the ropes purposely, resting against them and looking at the fallen Franchise. Stone laughs to himself, a pleased smirk emblazoned across his face. Stone then ducks out of the ring, as the fans boo the fact that Drek Stone just made Angleslam a bad night for Zack Malibu for the third year running. COLE Drek Stone won the first battle, but you know the war between these two is far from over! CABOOSE Still Cole, this is a major coup for the Upstarts side of things. It's a phsyical and moral victory for all of them! Stone struts up the ramp, nodding his head cockily, as fans tell him where to go. Meanwhile Zack Malibu is helped out of the ring by Nick Patrick. Several replays of action follow, and then it's off to the back...where a black sedan pulls up in the parking lot! The cameras cut to the back, and we see the car arrive. Security approaches the vehicle, but they step back when the front passenger's side door opens. Out steps none other than......JAY RICHARDS. The crowd pops! JAY Awwwww, yeah, Jay Cool in the house, AngleSlam, baby, we going uptown, and-- "Would you shut up?" The fans cheer as JUMBO gets out of the driver's side door!! JAY Hey, it's all good, big man. These people are here to see CSI! And you know what that means... Jay knocks on the back passenger door, and the door opens. Out steps none other than CHRIS STEVENS. COLE CHRIS STEVENS IS BACK! CABOOSE WOO-HOO!!!!!!!!!!! Stevens gets out of the car, dressed to the nines in a black suit and blue shirt and tie combo. Straightening his tie, Stevens smiles at Jay, who smiles back. JAY Yeah, let's get this party started. Hey Jumbo, we're hittin the PS2 at the after party. Jumbo laughs, and Jay turns to face Chris. With a smile, Chris musses up his young friend's hair, and Jay laughs. JAY Knock it off, man. STEVENS Let's do this. The three men head into the building. COLE CSI is here!! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2005 *dun dun* *dun dun* *dun dun* *dun dun* WHOOOOOOOOOO ARE YOU? WHO WHO, WHO WHO! WHOOOOOOOOOO ARE YOU? WHO WHO, WHO WHO! And the crowd goes CRAZY as CSI steps onto the ramp!! COACH They're really here! COLE CSI has made their return to AngleSlam! CABOOSE Yeah, but by my count, they're minus one member! CSI gets one hell of a "welcome back" cheer from the Chicago crowd as they make their way down the aisle! Jay Richards is even getting high-fives from the fans. The rookie slides into the ring, and poses on the top rope as Jumbo climbs the steps, holding the ropes for Stevens. The man in charge steps into the ring, holding his arms out and getting a massive cheer. COLE And listen to this reaction that CSI is getting! COACH I can't believe it! Stevens asks for a mic. The three men congregate in the center of the ring. STEVENS Finally. A city with some class. "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" JAY What up, CHI-TOWN~! Jumbo takes the mic, looking a little choked up! JUMBO Boy.....it is good to be home. A "JUM-BO!" chant breaks out, and the big man nods, patting his heart. COLE This is surreal! CABOOSE These fans are so pumped up tonight, they are loving everyone. Stevens takes the microphone, patting his cohort on the shoulder. STEVENS Well, I didn't expect this....but we'll take it. Thank you. "C-S-I! C-S-I!" COACH This is unbelievable!! CABOOSE Chicago has always been a smart crowd, Coach. STEVENS Now.....let me address the current situation. I'm sure you all remember our old friend, Brock Ausstin.... "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" STEVENS Well, hold up there, kids. I've got something to say about Brock Ausstin. The crowd quiets down. STEVENS For the last month, I have been calling Brock Ausstin. Trying to get a hold of him. Trying to work things out between us. I have gotten nowhere. And every week, I have waited at home to see if he'd show up on OAOAST programming. But nothing...not a word. And so, we're through waiting. As of right now, CSI reclaims the airwaves. The crowd cheers. Jay nods, grinning like a fool. STEVENS And you may hate us...or you may love us-- "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" STEVENS But you won't forget us. And this week, on HeldDown, Brock Ausstin, I am calling you out. The crowd EXPLODES!!! COLE Oh my goodness! Chris Stevens calling Brock out! Suddenly, "Punishment" kicks in, and the fans come alive again!! COACH Is he HERE?! All eyes are on the curtain as Brock's music plays....and out steps....RICK HEYROSS!!!! COLE WHAT THE HELL?! Rick stands at the top of the stage, with a mic. HEYROSS Hey, Chris. Remember me? The fans cheer, not knowing what to think! HEYROSS Well I'm back, and I have a message for you. Be careful what you with for, because you just might get it. COLE What? What does that mean? HEYROSS And this Thursday....MY CLIENT will see you at HeldDown!! COLE WHOA!! CABOOSE Wait a minute!! Has Brock Ausstin re-signed with Heyross? COLE Apparently! Stevens shakes his head. STEVENS Rick....no way. There's no way you've got Brock in your pocket. HEYROSS Think what you want, believe what you want. But this Thursday, you and the world will know the truth. Enjoy the show, Chris, because it'll be the last thing you do enjoy for awhile. "Punishment" kicks in again, and Heyross smirks as he exits. In the ring, Stevens scowls. Jay ushers him out of the ring, telling him it'll be all right. COLE Well, what an announcement, both by Stevens, and by the returning Rick Heyross! And just WHAT will happen with Brock Ausstin this week? COACH I have no idea, but I cannot wait for HeldDown! COLE Well hang on there, partner, because we are moments away from a doozy. A real humdinger. The Street Fight between Vitamin X and The Parka, and it happens....next! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2005 Cut to Triple C. COLE And now fans, coming up next, is one of the most anticipated matches at AngleSlam, and that is the Street Fight between Vitamin X and The Parka. COACH Well like you said, this is one of the matches fans have been looking forward to. Last month at License To Pin, these two fought in an improtou brawl. Tonight at AngleSlam, they are going to square off in an officially sanctioned OAOAST match. CABOOSE Oh yeah! It’s time for history to made! Vitamin X, a man who people USED to consider PRL’s lackey, is going to step out and make a name for himself, by retiring, by CRIPPLING Leroy Andrew Parka! This is going to be one for the ages! (The Parka/Vitamin X match-up graphic appears on screen. The crowd ROARS.) COLE Before The Parka’s match with Vitamin X at License To Pin, The Parka had not wrestled for 369 days. We had last seen The Parka at License To Pin 2004, when he reunited with Peter Knight, reuniting The Dream Machines for one night only against The Machine in a cage match. He left the business at the young age of 26 due to a bad back, but now he has returned. This isn’t about titles. It’s about pride. COACH It’s gonna be a fight! CABOOSE Would you stop with the inspirational crap? This isn’t Rocky. This is the OAOAST. This is real. And in real life, you don’t always get a happy ending! I know you and all these fans want Parka to overcome the odds and beat Vitamin X, but reality check: it ain’t gonna happen! In reality, Vitamin X is going to wipe the floor with The Parka, and win this match 1-2-3! Personally, I consider that a happy ending to this feud! COLE Well the time for talking has ended. The sneak attacks, the trash talking, the backstage brawls are finished. Now, it’s time to settle this feud once and for all in the squared circle! The Parka vs. Vitamin X in a Street Fight! It’s going to happen right now. Let’s go to the ring! *KA-CHING!!!!* "Come and take your Vitamin X." The crowd rises to their feet and boo as Vitamin X dances out onto the stage. "Bling-Bling" by The B.G. featuring The Big Tymers and Hot Boys plays over the loud speaker and some fans can't help but move to the music, while still booing. COACH I like this song! COLE Coach this isn't the time for dancing. CABOOSE No it's time for fighting and this should be one hell of a fight. Vitamin X bounces around the raised ramp, just out of reach of the fans. Once he is out into the light of the arena everyone notices the jersey he is wearing. COLE Oh would you look at that! The jersey says Vitamin X across the top with the big letters LC below it and on the back it says Vitamin X - 2 Parka - 0 with Vitamin X's catchphrase written below it. Front: Back: CABOOSE Hey the man just wants to remind everyone of what the score is. COLE But it says 2 - 0 and this match hasn't even started yet! COACH Oh yeah...they've only had one match! CABOOSE Oh you're bloody brilliant Coach. How long did that take you to figure out? Vitamin X enters the ring with the El Camino hubcap swinging around his neck. He stands on the turnbuckles and raises his necklace for everyone to see. This of course brings more boos from the crowd. COLE Well this past Thursday we got a look at how ready Parka is. He did a Suicide Dive over the top rope onto Vitamin X after what X did to Eddy backstage. He looks to be in good enough shape for this match! CABOOSE That's not what I hear. I hear he's too doped up on pain killers to know the difference. COACH Damn I'm gonna have to talk to Parka about that. He needs to share the wealth baby! COLE (Ignoring Coach) Where did you hear that? I'm sure he's probably taken some pain killers, but you're making it sound like he's abusing them. CABOOSE Hey don't put words in my mouth Cole I just said he was using them. The music dies down and the crowd rumbles with anticipation. *CALIFORNIA LOVE!!!!!* "California Love" by Tupac and Dr. Dre starts up and the crowd get to their feet. COACH Are you ready for this? COLE I’m ready. But is The Parka ready? They are met with a surprise as headlights appear beside the stage. COLE Wait a minute! CABOOSE I thought that car was trashed? COACH Well he could have fixed it you know. COLE Or he could have gotten a new one...look! A different El Camino pulls up beside the stage and this one is sleeker looking than his old one. The fans cheer as Parka and Eddy stick their heads out the windows. In the ring Vitamin X smirks as Parka *ahem* parks his car. CABOOSE How could he afford that? I heard he was in debt up to his eyeballs! COLE Well he is making steady pay now. COACH Man that car is tight! CABOOSE We're trying to have a conversation here Coach. Please try to give some intelligent input. Parka and Eddy exit the car and climb a side set of steps that lead up to the raised ramp. They both look into the ring with contempt as Parka removes his mask before even reaching the ring. Vitamin X motions for Parka to bring it as he stands close to the ropes facing Parka. Parka whipsers something to Eddy, who hops down off of the ramp and takes his place at ringside. COACH Cole, we are witnessing something that just 2 months ago we thought we’d never see ever again! COLE The Parka has always been one of my favorite OAOAST superstars, so I am very glad he has returned. But I hope, I pray that this is not a mistake that Leroy Andrew Parka will regret for the rest of his life! CABOOSE Oh he will regret it. He will regret it. BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen this match is a Street Fight!! There are no rules, no countouts, and no disqualifications! CABOOSE And there is no way that Parka leaves here tonight on his own accord. COACH Want to bet on that? COLE No betting! Just call the match! BUFFER Introducing first, he is The Financial Consultant for The Lightning Crew, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 248 pounds, VITAMIN X!!!!! The fans boo as Vitamin does the Shane-o-Mac Shuffle. BUFFER And his opponent. He is accompanied by Eddy Kalm, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 250 pounds, THE PARKA!!!!! The fans cheer as Parka raises his fist in the air to acknowledge them, but he never takes his eyes off of Vitamin X. Buffer leaves the ring as Vitamin hands his hubcap necklace to a ring attendant. Vitamin hears the roar of the crowd and thinks it's for him, so he stands up to gloat only to find Parka bounding down the ramp. Parka makes a leap over the top rope and hits Vitamin with a Flying Clothesline that takes both men to the mat! COLE And we start this off with a bang!! *DING DING DING* "The Parka Returns!" STREET FIGHT THE PARKA (with Eddy Kalm) vs. VITAMIN X Parka is back up quickly and he meets a standing Vitamin with a hard right. Vitamin stumbles around and comes back for more. As Vitamin comes back face to face with Parka he gets a Shoulder Block for his troubles. Vitamin is sent crashing to the mat, but he quickly gets back up and looks pissed. COLE Parka is all over Vitamin X. CABOOSE Yes but he's pissing him off. The two men lock up finally, but Parka hooks him for a Hip Toss. Parka then drags him to the ropes and Hip Tosses him right out onto the ramp! Parka then follows him out and pulls him to his feet by the head. Parka goes to toss Vitamin off the ramp, but Vitamin springs to life and lands an elbow to Parka's gut. Parka releases his hold on Vitamin's head and Vitamin sweeps Parka's legs out from under him. Parka hits the ramp with a loud bang and winces slightly. COLE He landed right on that bad back! CABOOSE Honestly Cole everyone can see that already! Vitamin then bounds over Parka, springboards off the top rope, and lands a Moonsault onto him on the ramp! Parka manages to roll off of the ramp and to the floor to avoid further damage as Vitamin raises his arms in the air. The fans boo and someone actually throws a beer at him from the second row. Vitamin only gloats for a second before hopping down to the floor where Parka is pulling himself back up. Vitamin catches Parka with fast kicks to the ribs as he tries to stand and Parka is tries to block them, but is not succesful. However, Vitamin goes for one kick too many and Parka finally catches his leg. Vitamin begs off as Parka looks to the crowd with his first smile of the night. Parka then quickly hits a Dragon Screw Leg Whip that not only torques the leg, but also causes Vitamin to spin into the side of the ramp! COLE Oh wow! COACH I swore I saw the ramp shift! Parka then yanks Vitamin back to his feet by the hair and slams him face first into the ramp. Vitamin is really dazed now and can hardly stand. Parka grabs him by the head again and this time rams him face first into the side of the entrance stage! The impact echoes loudly in the arena and the fans applaud. CABOOSE Is he trying to give Vitamin X brain damage or something? COLE I could make an obvious joke here, but I'll refrain. Vitamin is resting on one knee as Parka backs up a bit and waits. When Vitamin stands again Parka charges for a Spear, but Vitamin side steps him and Parka hits head first! COLE My God he could have broken his neck! COACH I wouldn't be surprised if he did! COLE And what is Vitamin X doing now!? Vitamin heads over to the guardrail and grabs a folding chair from a fan who was standing up. The fan protests, but Vitamin just flips him off. Vitamin then walks right over to Parka and plants a chair shot to his back! COLE I was afraid of this! Parka arches his back in obvious pain as Vitamin lands two more shots to the back! CABOOSE I'm telling you Parka is mental for asking for a match like this! COACH I'm beginning to agree. Vitamin then throws the chair down and grabs Parka by the head. He pulls him up and over to the chair where he then nails a Falling Reverse DDT onto the chair so that Parka's back hits it! COLE That's it! No amount of pain killers will help him! CABOOSE If this were falls count anywhere I guarantee you this would be over! However, it is not falls count anywhere and so Vitamin pulls Parka to his feet and begins leading him to the ring. Instead of throwing him in the ring he brings him to the announce table and slams him face first into it. COLE Hey what are you doing over here!? CABOOSE Clear out Cole! These situations never go in your favor. Vitamin then fishes for something behind the time keeper's table and pulls out the hubcap. Parka pushes himself up off the announce table only to get whacked in the head with the hubcap. Parka falls back across the table top and into Coach's lap. COACH Get off of me! CABOOSE Aww how cute. Coach shoves Parka to the floor and as he rolls over the camera catches sight of blood on his face from the hubcap. COLE Parka is busted wide open. Vitamin X hit him with the sharp edge of that hubcap and opened up a nasty gash. COACH Oh geez he got blood on me! CABOOSE You little pansy...just wipe it off! Vitamin gloats over a bleeding Parka before pulling him back up, but the blood seems to have lit a fire inside Parka. Parka fires off with right hands that stun Vitamin. Vitamin drops the hubcap and Parka finally gets it back. Parka holds it over his head to the delight of the crowd before bringing it down across the head of Vitamin X! The thud of metal on skull can be heard over the cheers of the crowd as Parka hits him again! This time Vitamin X is busted open as he lays on the floor. COLE This is just like last time! When these two get together the blood flows! Parka tosses the hubcap aside as Vitamin pulls himself up using the ring apron. Parka closes in on him, but Vitamin places a back kick to Parka's gut. Vitamin then follows this up with a hard kick to the back of the head that can be heard thoughout the arena. Parka falls to his knees and then slumps forward, but Vitamin catches him by the head before he falls all the way. He then unloads a flurry of punches to the cut on Parka's forehead. Vitamin then pulls Parka back to his feet, places a shoulder to his gut, and slams him back first into the ring post! Again...and again...and again Vitamin slams him into the post. He then plants a hard Shoulder Thrust to Parka's gut that pins him against the post. Vitamin then watches with a smile as Parka falls to the floor in pain. COLE Vitamin X knows exactly where to attack and he's picking Parka apart. Vitamin X walks over to the announce table and leans in close enough so that the announcers mics pick up his words. VITAMIN X Watch this! I'm gonna cripple this punk. COLE Oh no. What his he planning? Vitamin grabs the ring steps and pulls them away from the post at the other end of the ring apron from where he was attacking Parka. He then drags the steps over to where Parka is and lays them down right by Parka's body. CABOOSE Remember what happened last match! COLE Oh my God no! COACH He really is gonna cripple him. Vitamin sets Parka up for what looks like a Powerbomb, but Parka, sensing he is in danger, springs to life and hits a Back Body Drop! Vitamin bounces off of the ring steps and rolls to a stop in front of the announcers' table! Parka falls back down to his knees as the move took a lot out of him. CABOOSE I think Vitamin X is hurt! COACH I think you would be too if that happened to you! Parka takes a second to rest and then shoves the ring steps aside so he can go after Vitamin. Vitamin is struggling to his feet by pulling himself up on the announcers' table. Parka grabs him by the head and slides him into the ring finally. COLE Wow are we actually going to have in ring action? Parka then goes for a cover. 1 2 No!!! COACH He wasted too much time! Parka pulls Vitamin up by the hair and hits a Russian Leg Sweep that shakes the ring. COLE What a Russian Leg Sweep. I think all of Parka's pent up anger is coming out now! Parka floats over into another pin. 1 2 No!!! Parka then pulls him back up again and this time he takes him to the corner and sits him on the top turnbuckle. COLE What is he doing now? CABOOSE He's taking a risk he doesn't need to be taking. Parka climbs up and goes for a Superplex, but Vitamin shoves him off to the mat. CABOOSE See! Vitamin X then stands on the top turnbuckle, measures Parka up, and leaps forward for a Flying Elbow Drop! COLE Vitamin X with an Elbow Drop....but Parka moves!!!! COACH Now Vitamin X is taking risks! Parka is back up as Vitamin lays on the mat holding his elbow in pain. Parka waves Vitamin to come on as he slowly starts to stir. COLE This is the first time Parka hasn't pulled Vitamin X right back up. He needs to play it smart now and get rest whenever he can. Vitamin stands as Parka runs forward for a Jumping Leg Lariat, but Vitamin sees it coming and hits a High Drop Kick that negates Parka's leg lariat! COLE Wow what a counter! Vitamin X kicked Parka right out of the air! CABOOSE That's what happens when you wrestle someone more than once. You start to learn their style. Vitamin X gets back up and points to his head to say that he's smarter than that. After pointing he wipes some of the blood off of his face and goes back on the attack. Sensing that he needs to slow the pace down a bit he plants a knee in Parka's back and pulls back with a Rear Chinlock! Parka cries out in pain as Vitamin wrenches his back hard. CABOOSE Well what do you know...wrestling in a Street Fight. Vitamin really rears back on the chinlock so that Parka's back is bent against the knee in a very bad way. Vitamin holds this position for a few seconds before letting Parka go. Vitamin then quickly slides to the outside and steals the time keeper's chair before sliding back in. COLE Well so much for the technical wrestling. CABOOSE This is a street fight! Vitamin holds the chair up to Parka's back as if picking a spot and then nails him with a hard chairshot. Parka yells out in pain as Vitamin swings back for another shot. This time Parka wheels around and kicks the chair back into Vitamin's face! The impact sends Vitamin tumbling over the top rope as he was standing right in front of it! COLE Parka with a kick to the chair and Vitamin X is on the outside! That looked like a nasty tumble! Both men are down as the fans continue cheering after Vitamin's tumble to the outside. The cut on Vitamin's head seems to have opened even more after the chairshot and his face is a crimson mask. COACH Oh my God! This is a blood bath! Parka slides out to the floor and picks the chair back up, which had fallen out of the ring along with Vitamin. Parka waits for Vitamin to stand and goes for a chairshot, but Vitamin grabs Eddy Kalm, who was standing nearby, and pulls him right into the chairshot! COLE Oh my God no!! CABOOSE He shouldn't have been out here! Parka looks livid and chases Vitamin away from the ring. Vitamin runs right for the new El Camino and Parka looks even more pissed. A smile appears on Vitamin's face as he lures Parka closer and closer to the car. Officials run down to check on Eddy as the two men make their way over to the El Camino. Parka goes for a chairshot, but Vitamin jumps out of the way. Parka narrowly misses hitting the car and lookes even more pissed. Parka then tosses the chair at Vitamin who catches it in surprise. Before Vitamin can register why Parka hits a Yakuza Kick that plants the chair squarely in Vitamin's face! Vitamin flies back onto the hood of the car and then slides off to the floor. COLE I don't think Vitamin X was expecting Parka to do that. COACH They better get away from that car before it gets trashed as well. Parka grabs Vitamin by the arm and pulls him to his feet. He then begins dragging him back towards the ring. COACH I guess he heard me. As Parka brings Vitamin back towards the ring he passes the officials helping Eddy to the back. Eddy gives Parka a weak thumbs up and Parka nods at him before continuing to the ring. CABOOSE Well now we have an even playing field since Kalm is gone from ringside. COLE He never got involved in the match! Before Parka gets all the way back Vitamin springs to life and plants an elbow to the gut of Parka. He then grabs Parka by the head and hits a Snap Suplex on the floor! Parka's back arches in pain as he hits and the fans in the front row throw insults at Vitamin. COLE It just took too long to get back to the ring. Vitamin X recovered and Parka is in a bad way. Vitamin X rests against the guardrail and a fan dumps beer on him. He gets pissed and raises his fist at the fan, who backs off quickly. Vitamin then pulls Parka to his feet and slides him into the ring before going for a cover. 1 2 3!! No!!! COLE Parka kicked out! It seems that while Vitamin X has been attacking the back it hasn't been bothering Parka quite as much as their last match. COACH Yeah, but if Vitamin X keeps this up it will. CABOOSE What do you mean "if" he keeps this up? Vitamin X then rolls Parka over onto his stomache and goes for the Lethal Injection (Modified STF). Vitamin has him in the middle of the ring and Parka is yelling in pain. The ref asks if Parka wants to quit and is met with a resounding "Hell no!" COLE If Parka can't get out of this it could be over! CABOOSE How will he get out of it? Vitamin wrenches back hard and Parka starts desparately throwing elbows at Vitamin. Each elbow lands in various places on Vitamin's upper body and slowly he starts to let go. CABOOSE Oh I see he takes the cheap way out. COLE How is that the cheap way out? With his upper body free Parka scrambles for the ropes and grabs the bottom one. The ref counts to four before Vitamin releases the rest of the hold. Vitamin doesn't back off as he pulls Parka back to the middle of the ring by his leg and goes for it again. This time Parka rolls over to his back and boots Vitamin in the face! Vitamin falls back against the ropes as Parka slowly gets back up. Vitamin recovers and runs at Parka before going for a Float Over DDT, but Parka wraps his arms around Vitamin as he moves in front and he reverses it into a Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge! 1 2 3!! No!!! Vitamin kicks out!!! COLE I thought that was it! CABOOSE Well you thought wrong then! Both men get slowly back to their feet and turn to face each other. Both wear the crimson mask of blood and both look ready to kill. They run at each other with the same idea and collide with a Double Clothesline that takes both of them to the mat! COLE Double clothesline! Both men are down! Vitamin X and The Parka both begin getting up. The crowd begins chanting “PARK-KA! PARK-KA!” to get Parka up. COLE Normally the referee would start counting, but there are no countouts in a Street Fight. Vitamin X and The Parka both get up at the same time. Though both of them are showing fatigue and are bloody, they both manage to engage in a slugfest in the middle of the ring. Parka gains the advantage, and whips VX into the ropes—HOWEVER, VX reverses the whip, and it’s Parka who bounces off the ropes. Vitamin X grabs The Parka, and gives him a backbreaker! COLE Good God! That had to hurt! COACH There is a target on The Parka’s back! CABOOSE If that’s the case, then Vitamin X should keep attacking it! Parka’s scream could be heard all throughout the Rosemont Horizon. While Parka clutches his back, Vitamin X heads to the outside to grab one of the chairs that was used earlier. VX heads back into the ring with a sinister smile on his face. COLE I don’t like where this is going. I don’t like this at all. X places the chair in the middle of the ring. He then grabs Parka by his head and lifts him up for another backbreaker. COLE Oh God. Don’t do it! Not this! Vitamin X parades around the ring with The Parka in the backbreaker position. The crowd begs X not to do it, but X still does the backbreaker on the chair! The impact causes one of the legs to break. Vitamin X stops to pose, which the crowd greets with loud boos. COLE The viciousness of Vitamin X! What kind of a person does this to a man who has just returned to the ring? CABOOSE A person who wants to win Mikey. That’s who. VX covers Parka. 1… 2… PARKA GETS THE SHOULDER UP! VX covers Parka again. 1! 2!! 3!!! PARKA KICKS OUT!!! X covers Parka AGAIN! 1… 2… 3-KICKOUT AGAIN! COLE Parka, what are you doing? COACH This is not smart Parka. COLE Parka will not stay down and that may come back to haunt him! VX gets up frustrated. He grabs the chair, and folds it, placing it on the mat. The crowd starts chanting “ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE!” Vitamin X grabs Parka, and brings him over to the chair. Vitamin X lifts Parka up, and gives him a sidewalk slam on the chair! X covers Parka…and gets a two count! X covers Parka again. And gets another two count! VX covers Parka for a third time. And once again gets a two count! COLE Where the hell is this coming from? The will to win. The will to fight. CABOOSE Oh Parka. He has more guts than brains! Vitamin X gets up, frustrated, and starts pacing around the ring, trying to think of what to do next. Meanwhile, the crowd starts chanting “PARK-KA! PARK-KA! PARK-KA! PARK-KA!” COLE Ayane Mitsui defeated Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez. Tha Puerto Rican retained the 24/7 Title against Otaku II. Cuban Wall didn’t win the Heartland Championship in the Heartland Invitational Chamber Of Hell Match. So far tonight, The Lightning Crew is 1-2. Will Vitamin X turn that into 2-2? CABOOSE Duh. VX taunts the crowd. He then walks over to Parka who is just getting up. VITAMIN X YOU BASTARD! WHY DON’T YOU JUST QUIT? WHY DON’T YOU JUST GIVE UP? X grabs Parka and walks him over to the chair in the ring. He stands on top of the chair, and then places Parka in between his legs. He hooks Parka’s arms. COLE He’s going for The Overdose! Suddenly, Parka gets a sudden burst of energy, and escapes the hold! He then gets on his knees and delivers a Flair Uppercut (Down where? Down here!)! VX grabs his special area and crumbles onto the mat. COLE Where did that come from? CABOOSE I have no idea! But I don’t like it! Vitamin X and The Parka both lay on the mat, bloodied. The crowd starts chanting “PARK-KA!” again. COLE The Parka’s body is mangled! Look at him. He can’t get up on his accord. He has to use the ring ropes. Indeed, Parka uses the ring ropes to get back to his feet. Meanwhile, Vitamin X crawls over to the chair, and holds onto it while getting up. The crowd is getting hotter by the second, wondering what will happen next. Vitamin X slowly walks over to Parka, preparing to swing the chair… But The Parka NAILS Vitamin X in the head with a Kawada Kick bringing him down to the mat! The Parka falls to the mat along with Vitamin X. COLE That may have been all the energy Parka had left. He may have used all he had left in the tank for that one Kawada Kick. CABOOSE Let’s hope for Vitamin X’s sake that’s true. Vitamin X begins getting up. The blood loss has affected him as he stumbles around the ring. The Parka soon gets up and starts attacking X with punches left and right. However, Vitamin X scratches Parka in the eyes to regain control. Vitamin X punches Parka in the face once, then he punches him a second time, does the Shane-O-Mac Shuffle, and punches him in the face a third time bringing him down to the mat. X grabs Parka and takes him over to a turnbuckle. X nails Parka with a knife-edged chop. X rips off The Parka’s shirt revealing his fit physique, and then chops him two more times. VX then grabs Parka and slams his head on the top turnbuckle pad. VX taunts Parka, and then slams his head on the turnbuckle pad a second time. VX You want some of this? Vitamin slams Parka’s head on the turnbuckle pad a third time…but Parka doesn’t sell it. He slams Parka’s head on the turnbuckle pad again…but Parka doesn’t sell that one either! The crowd starts cheering, sensing the tide is turning. COLE Uh-oh. VX slams Parka’s head on the top turnbuckle pad, but Parka shakes it off, and turns around to face Vitamin X with a wide smile on his face! The crowd gets hotter by the second. VX panics, and starts laying into Parka with lefts and rights, but Parka isn’t affected. However, when Parka nails VX in the face with a right jab, X falls to the mat. Parka Irish whips X into the ropes, and follows with a floatover DDT! The Parka then shoots right back up, and lets out a mighty roar! COLE The Parka is getting a second wind! COACH He hasn’t heard the bell ring. This match ain’t over yet! CABOOSE Are you stealing lines from Rocky V now? Pathetic. The Parka jumps up and down to get the juices flowing. He plays to the hyped up crowd and then punches VX in the face several times! Irish whip. Parka sends Vitamin X flying with a BAAAAAAAAACK BODY DROP! Parka grabs the mangled chair and does several practice swings with it while VX gets up. Once he does… WHAM! Parka knocks him down with the chair! COACH A homerun! The Parka stops to rest his back while VX gets up again. Once he does, Parka grabs him and throws him outside the ring! Parka also heads outside the ring. He searches underneath the ring apron for some weapons, and finds one in a garbage can lid. Parka slams the lid on Vitamin X’s head. He then slams the garbage can lid on Vitamin X’s back several times! COLE Now Parka is attacking Vitamin X’s back! CABOOSE No. No. This isn’t happening! This isn’t happening! The Parka should be in a wheelchair right now, not dominating Vitamin X! COACH This is reality ‘Boose. In reality, The Parka is just controlling Vitamin X! The Parka heads underneath the ring apron again and finds a garbage can. He walks over to X and slams the can over his head. By now, VX has bled so much that there is a puddle of blood on the floor. Parka grabs the garbage can lid once again and picks Vitamin X up. Parka drags VX over to Sofa Central while the crowd chants for Parka. *WHAM!* Vitamin X goes FLYING over the announcer’s table and into Coach! COACH Yo~! Leave my johnson out of this! The Parka shocks the crowd by leaping over the announcer’s table and onto Vitamin X! Parka lays into X with lefts and rights to the crowd’s delight! Parka grabs the garbage can lid and slams it over Vitamin X’s head again. This time Vitamin X flies out of Sofa Central and lands on the floor! Parka curses X under his breath and then takes off the top staircase near where Vitamin X is getting up. COLE Now what is he doing? Parka runs around the ring, and when he gets to where VX is getting up, Parka grabs him by his head, and gives him a bulldog on the bottom staircase! COACH That’s what. COLE Vitamin X’s bloody face has bounced off the staircase! CABOOSE Oh the humanity! Vitamin X rests his head on the bottom staircase. He is fatigued, and is still bleeding. Meanwhile, The Parka grabs the hubcap from the El Camino, and waits for Vitamin X to get up. Once X is up, Parka charges forward, and slams the edge of the hubcap against X’s face! COACH That’s for stealing his hubcap! Parka plays to the crowd, who chant his name. Parka raises the hubcap over his head with a smile on his face. He stands over Vitamin X, and slams the hubcap on X’s chest. He does it again…and again! The Parka picks up Vitamin X and whips him into the ringpost—NO—VX reverses it and it’s Parka who hits the ringpost---BUT WAIT—Parka stops in his tracks, and turns around to deliver a punch to VX’s temple! The Parka does a double-leg takedown on X…and then catapults him into the ringpost to a loud pop from the crowd! COLE Right into the bloody face of Vitamin X! His face is a crimson mask! CABOOSE Oh God. Tell me this isn’t happening! COACH This isn’t happening. CABOOSE YOU’RE NOT HELPING!!! Vitamin X stumbles around the ringside area, so Parka throws him back into the ring. Parka covers Vitamin X. Referee Nick Soapdish counts. ONE! TWO! VITAMIN X PUTS HIS RIGHT SHOULDER UP! CABOOSE YES! We still got a match! We still got a match! Phew. The Parka is pissed, but he carries on, leaving the ring to grab the hubcap. However, just as he is about to enter the ring, Vitamin X does a baseball slide into the hubcap, which causes The Parka to crash into the barricade and hit the floor! CABOOSE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! Vitamin X has turned into a redhead thanks to all the blood that has been flowing from his forehead. Still, X summons the energy to exit the ring. However, he collapses onto the floor. Fortunately for X (but unfortunately for Parka) X is back up seconds later, and proceeds to hammer Parka’s forehead. Vitamin X throws The Parka back into the ring. COLE I think Parka’s best chance at winning just went out the window thanks to that hubcap shot. CABOOSE Too bad. Oh well. Vitamin X slowly gets up on the top rope. But once he is there, The Parka greets him with several punches to the temple. The Parka gets on the second rope and continues punching VX. He then puts X in a facelock, and then puts his left arm over his head. Parka grabs X’s dark blue sweatpants. SUPERPLEX! The Parka floats over to cover X. 1… 2… KICKOUT AT 2.99999999999999999!!! COLE Oh how close? How close was that? CABOOSE Too close if you ask me. The Parka and Vitamin X both get up. They engage in a slugfest. X gains the advantage and whips Parka into the ropes. The Parka comes back with a crucifix pin! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!! Parka quickly gets back up, and charges after Vitamin X, but the X-Man is ready, and SPEARS~! Parka back down to the mat! VX covers Parka. 1… 2… 3---KICKOUT!!! COLE No matter what Vitamin X does, The Parka is able to fight back. That’s how it’s been the entire match! Vitamin X heads to the outside while The Parka slowly gets up. The X-Man grabs the top staircase that Parka took off earlier, and throws it into the ring. Vitamin X jaw jacks Parka, and then lifts the staircase up, preparing to use it. However, The Parka sees X coming, and defends himself by giving VX a drop toehold, which causes X’s face to hit the staircase! CABOOSE GAH~! How does he do it? COLE God only knows Caboose. The Parka and Vitamin X get up. The Parka is the first one to attack, charging after Vitamin X, but VX gives Parka a BAAAAAAAAAACK BODY DROP over the top rope and onto the floor! COACH YO~!!! The Parka lies face down on the floor. The crowd starts chanting “HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!” while Vitamin X lies on the mat to rest for a few seconds. COLE The Parka is lying on the floor. Vitamin X has regained control of this match! CABOOSE And it’ll stay that way Cole. Because this match is going to end with Vitamin X on top! VX rolls out of the ring. He stops to rest, and then searches underneath the ring apron for a weapon. Vitamin X comes out with his weapon…a glass table. COLE Oh no. Oh no. Vitamin X has found a glass table underneath the ring! The Parka was involved in the first ever Glass Table Match at The Great Angle Bash two years ago! COACH That was a historic match, and now, I think Vitamin X wants Parka to relive that match! CABOOSE Ha! This is great. THIS is a great way to retire The Parka. Send him through a glass table! Man, even I wouldn’t have thought of that! The crowd lays into Vitamin X with boos, but X doesn’t listen. He heads underneath the ring again and finds a can of spray-paint. VX tags the glass table with the word PARKA and then places it next to the ramp. COLE This isn’t going to end good for The Parka. COACH Vitamin X is going to finish The Parka off once and for all! Vitamin X picks up The Parka and drags him over to the glass table. X has an evil look on his face as he taunts Parka one more time and then throws him onto the glass table. The crowd’s boos get louder as VX folds Parka’s arms in an X. CABOOSE This is such an appropriate way to end The Parka’s career. The Parka laughs an evil laugh at The Parka, who is still lying on top of the glass table breathing hard. Vitamin X heads into the ring…but is stopped by The Parka! The crowd comes alive as The Parka lays into VX with repeated punches to the forehead! Parka heads underneath the ring apron to find a weapon, and comes out with a fire extinguisher. The Parka NAILS Vitamin X in the head with the fire extinguisher, and VX goes flying onto the glass table! COLE Vitamin X is lying on the glass table he spray-painted PARKA on! The Parka rolls into the ring. The crowd starts cheering, as they know what Parka is going to do next. COLE Oh my God. Parka. Parka, don’t do this! CABOOSE Yeah, listen to the metrosexual! Don’t do this! The Parka slowly gets on the top rope. Luckily for The Parka, Vitamin X is just lying on top of the table, breathing hard. Parka plays to the crowd with a smile on his face. COACH This is insane! Don’t do it! COLE He really does have more guts than brains! CABOOSE Parka, I know you hate Vitamin X, but don’t put him through this! This is suicide Parka! This is going to hurt him AND you! But Parka isn’t listening. Instead, he looks at Vitamin X one more time before leaping off the top rope… AND DOING A SPLASH ONTO VITAMIN X THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE!!! COACH DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMNNNNNNNN!!! COLE Good God! The carnage! CABOOSE Vitamin X is covered in glass! Actually, both The Parka and Vitamin X lie in what’s left of the glass table, covered in broken glass. Referee Nick Soapdish comes over to check on Parka and X, both men appear to be unconscious. Meanwhile the crowd does another “HO-LY SHIT!” chant. COLE The Parka is lying on top of Vitamin X, but since this isn’t pinfalls count anywhere, then this match must continue in the ring! COACH But can either of them make it back into the ring? CABOOSE God. Tha Puerto Rican must be crying right about now. The Parka is the first to get up. Pieces of glass cover parts of his body. Still, the legendary Leroy Andrew Parka slowly gets right back up. Soon, Vitamin X gets up, who also has glass on his body. The Parka looks underneath the ring apron for some more weapons, but doesn’t find any. So, he punches VX in the face and throws him back into the ring. VX lies on the mat, so Parka decides to head to the second rope, and do a diving elbowdrop onto X’s chest. COLE A second rope diving elbow onto the heart of Vitamin X! The Parka sits right back up with a grin on his face. Parka “Hulks up”, shaking around the ring getting the crowd hyped up! COACH I guess the answer of whether or not The Parka still has it has been answered! CABOOSE No it hasn’t. He still has to win the match. Leroy Andrew Parka stares at the crawling Vitamin X. His smile has faded away. The Parka looks at the crowd, letting them know he’s ready to end this match. Parka picks up Vitamin X, and gives him a front facelock. He then places X’s right arm over his head, and lifts him up for a vertical suplex. Parka rolls through, and then lifts X up to give him a second vertical suplex. Parka rolls through for a second time, and then lifts X up, giving him a third vertical suplex. COLE That’s the Supercharger! Three vertical suplexes followed by the Michinoku Driver! Parka scoops Vitamin X up, and goes for the Michinoku Driver! BUT WAIT! Vitamin X escapes! He goes behind The Parka, and then turns him around. He kicks Parka in the stomach, and then places him between his legs. He hooks Parka’s arms, preparing to do the Overdose! CABOOSE YES! YES! GIVE IT TO HIM! GIVE IT TO HIM! Vitamin X does the Overdose! BUT WAIT! Parka holds on! He escapes the Overdose, and punches Vitamin X in the face. He then kicks him in the stomach and places HIM in between his legs. The Parka lifts Vitamin X up, and holds him in the air, which causes the fans to stand up and cheer! COLE The Day Of The Dead! Parka’s original finisher! Can he nail it? Parka holds Vitamin X up in the air for a few seconds. X keeps shaking his head begging Parka not to do the move. But The Parka doesn’t listen, as he DROPS Vitamin X onto the mat HARD! COLE HE DID IT! The Day Of The Dead!!! CABOOSE No! No! No! The Parka covers Vitamin X. Referee Nick Soapdish counts, as does the crowd! 1… 2… 2 ½ 2.99999999999999999999999 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* (24:57) The crowd explodes!!! COLE YES! YES! YES! CABOOSE NO! NO! NO! COLE WHO SAYS THE PARKA DOESN’T HAVE IT ANYMORE!? BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match…THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE PAAAAAAAAAAARRRRKKKKKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! “California Love” by Tupac and Dr. Dre starts playing. The Parka gets on his knees and looks up at the sky, while Nick Soapdish raises his hands in victory. Tears are in Parka’s eyes. Vitamin X lies in the ring face down. COLE What a performance by The Parka! He showed so much courage! So much heart! He had the will to win! COACH I guess you can have happy endings in real life, eh Caboose? CABOOSE This isn’t a happy ending! This is the worst ending I can think of! It wasn’t supposed to end like this! Not this way! Parka wipes away his tears, and plays to the crowd. He has a smile as wide as the Cheshire Cat’s. COLE Leroy Andrew Parka has just shown the world that he still has it! Leroy Andrew Parka has just proved to the fans, proved to the OAOAST superstars, proved to Vitamin X, and most importantly, proved to himself, that he can still go! CABOOSE Oh God. I’m stuck in Rocky V! Parka uses the ropes to help himself up. Even though he has dried blood on his face, he is fatigued, and he has glass covering his body, The Parka doesn’t let any of that affect him. Parka raises his hands in victory with a wide smile on his face as “California Love” continues playing. COACH If that match doesn’t get Parka into the Hall Of Fame, nothing will! COLE The three-time OAOAST World Tag Team Champion has just silenced the “Legend Killer” of the OAOAST once and for all! Vitamin X sneers at The Parka. He slowly gets out of the ring, holding his back in pain. Vitamin X tries to block out the cheers of the crowd, but is having trouble doing so since the crowd is so loud. Vitamin X limps back to the entrance bloodied, fatigued, and covered in glass shards, a defeated man. Meanwhile, The Parka gets on the top rope and salutes the crowd. COLE The Lightning Crew leaves AngleSlam 1-3! CABOOSE Oh lord. Tha Puerto Rican isn’t going to like that at all. I bet he’s going to have a serious talk with The Lightning Crew! COLE Would you stop talking about The Lightning Crew for a second? This is The Parka’s moment in the sun! Let him enjoy it! Parka stands in the middle of the ring. The crowd just continues showering him with cheers. The camera does a wide pan to reveal that the fans in the Rosemont Horizon are giving The Parka a standing ovation. COLE This was the most courageous victory I’ve ever seen! Parka, you deserve this! You worked hard for it! You deserve this kind of celebration! The Parka finally leaves the ring. He slaps hands with the fans as he walks across the ramp. Leroy Andrew Parka stops to pose at the entrance, receiving a loud pop. Leroy Andrew Parka waves goodbye to the fans with a wide smile on his face, and then exits while “California Love” by Tupac and Dr. Dre continues playing throughout the p.a. system. CABOOSE Is he gone now? COLE Yeah. CABOOSE Good. I was getting sick to my stomach! (The camera cuts to Sofa Central with Michael Cole, Jonathon “The Coach” Coachman and Caboose.) COLE Oh man. What a match. What a victory for Leroy Andrew Parka! We gotta look at the replay. CABOOSE No don’t! COLE Just kidding. What an incredible, historic AngleSlam card we’ve had. This will probably go down in history as the greatest AngleSlam ever! We just witnessed an amazing, amazing match, but we still got one more match left. And that is the big one. For the World Heavyweight Championship. (The match-up graphic for Axel/Hoff appears onscreen. The crowd cheers loudly.) COLE (CONT’D) Axel, the World Heavyweight Champion, will defend his title against the #1 Contender, Hoff. This is a match that fans have been waiting for since AngleMania. And it will finally happen in just a few moments! Will Hoff finally get the World Title that he arguably should have been wearing all along? It is the most anticipated main event in AngleSlam history. Will Axel continue his second OAOAST World Title reign, or will Hoff finally win the belt he last wore in November 2004? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2005 COLE Well, ladies and gentlemen, it’s been a wild night so far. But now, its all about the OAOAST Championship. But first, let me read a statement from OAOAST President Bill Watts regarding the speculation on the future of the two men involved in tonight’s match. It reads: “You will note that for the past two weeks, OAOAST Champion Axel and Number One Contender Hoff have been absent from all OAOAST Programming. I would like to assure the fans that these two men have NOT left the company, but were involved in intensive contract negotiations, which gave the OAOAST Board of Directors no choice but to remove them from all advertised dates. Axel and Hoff are both happy that the dispute is over, and both men cannot wait to wrestle for the OAOAST Championship tonight. Due to legal reasons, no member of the OAOAST can discuss the events of the last two weeks, so the company would appreciate it if no questions were asked. We hope you enjoy the following Main Event, as the two top OAOAST Superstars clash for the most important championship in the world today.” COACH Well, there you have it, as Mr. Watts said; we can’t talk about that, so let’s get on with our Main Event! COLE Axel versus Hoff. The two most successful young stars in OAOAST History. It’s interesting though, because whenever these two meet each other, something seems to happen so that we cannot get a decisive winner. But rest assured ladies and gentlemen, we will get a winner tonight. Guys, who are you pulling for here? COACH Well it’s no secret I’ve always been a fan of Hoff’s work, and he holds the edge tonight. Six foot five inches, two hundred seventy-five pounds. The big man has a height and weight advantage, and he’ll be trying to exploit that advantage as soon as possible in this match. Hoff has shown that he can zero in on the back with ease, as well as torture with the Ankle Lock. He’d be well served to go for either of those body parts, as Axel would be virtually powerless on one leg, or with a shattered spine. CABOOSE I’m definitely pulling for Axel tonight. The guy has been a great OAOAST Champion so far, he’s defeated Tony Brannigan, CWM, Crystal, and a host of other talent. So Hoff won a glorified Battle Royal. So what? Axel has proved time and time again that you can’t count him out. Axel has also been known for going for a body part, early in his career he worked the leg, but now we have seen a shift to working on the neck of his opponent to set up for high impact moves like the Brainbuster, the Axel Slam, and that devastating Inverted Piledriver, Dark Royalty. But I don’t think just the neck will do it guys; I think Axel has to focus on another body part as well. Perhaps an arm, or his old way of going after the leg. COLE Whatever the strategy is by these two men, it has to be sound, because Axel and Hoff are two of the toughest competitors to ever step into that squared circle, it’ll take a lot to get them down for a three count. CABOOSE Well remember, it took three men to beat Axel last time he was pinned, by Tony Brannigan a little over ten weeks ago. COLE Well, let’s send this one down to ringside, where Michael Buffer is standing by. *DING DING DING* BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is our Main Event of the evening. It is scheduled for one fall, with a one hour time limit, and is for the One and Only AngleSault Thread Heavyweight Wrestling Championship of the WOOOOORRRRLLLLDDDD!!!!! “YEEEEEEEEAHHHH!!!” BUFFER Would you please welcome as they perform the respective theme songs, the OAOAST’s two favourite bands…. SEEEVENDUST AAAAAANNNNDDD DISTUUUURBED!!!! The light shines on the left hand side of the AngleMania stage, where Sevendust are ready to perform. The opening riff of ‘Black’ begins to play as the crowd go COMPLETELY insane. Sevendust are rocking out on the stage, with Lajon on vocals, ready to perform. The cue comes, and the hard rock song begins… Voices call, they call out my name, my name, my name. Well, they say I'm different. Well I'm not the same, same. You say you want to, ah, be like me. Well, boy let me tell ya, you don't know what I've seen. They say a devil lives in my soul. I promise not to let him take control… BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHH!” As the chorus begins, Hoff, clad in black tights with electric blue trim, steps out from behind the curtain to a thunderous ovation from the Chicago crowd. The challenger plays to the crowd, and then points at Sevendust, showing them respect as they continue with ‘Black’. I’m minding my own business! I ain’t doing noth-ing wro-ong! Hoff slaps a couple hands on his way to the squared circle, before entering the ring, and posing on the turnbuckles as Sevendust begin to end their short rendition of ‘Black’. They finish, and the crowd goes wild! COLE Wow, no one knew we’d be having a rock concert here tonight, that must have been what Axel was discussing with General Manager Calvin Szechstein! Just as Sevendust start, the spotlight leaves them and moves to the right hand side of the stage, where the Disturbed drummer begins to rhythmically play. The crowd once again go crazy, as they know that this music belongs to the champion. The guitarist begins playing soon after the drummer, who is joined by singer David Draiman. Can you feel that? …shit The music becomes louder, the cheers greater, and the song builds to… OW-A-A-A-A! BOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!! The heavy metal band rock out with ‘Down with the Sickness’ as pyro shoots out all over the Rosemont Horizon. From beyond the smoke steps the OAOAST Champion, belt shining around his waist, perhaps for the very last time. Axel looks at the sold out crowd, pointing at his belt, and jogging over to Disturbed, fired up for his match. Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Broken your servant I kneel (Will you give in to me?) It seems what's left of my human side Is slowly changing in me (Will you give in to me?) Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes Violently it changes (oh no) There is no turning back now You've woken up the demon in me BOOOOM!!!!!! As the chorus begins, Axel hits the crucifix pose in the middle of the ramp, before walking down and entering the ring. Disturbed perform the chorus and then fade it out, with Axel acknowledging them as he poses. COACH Great stuff here guys, the crowd loves it, these two men are ready, and we are ready for our Main Event! For the incredibly over-done introductions, back to Michael Buffer. BUFFER Let me introduce first, the challenger. He stands six feet, five inches tall. Earlier tonight in the backstage area he weighed in at two hundred seventy five and one-quarter pounds. Known for his Heart, his Heroism, and his Hugeness. Coming into this company as a shy twenty-five year old in December of Two-Thousand Three, he soon shot to prominence with a victory over company founder CWM. From there he joined one of the most successful groups in company history, The Thrillogy, where he won the Twenty-Four Seven Championship from former World Champion Crystal. He then went on to defeat Crystal again at World Without End in October of Two-Thousand Four, this time to lift his first World Championship. After a hiatus due to injury, he came back stronger than ever, going on an amazing run where he defeated some of the biggest stars in our sport. His most recent success came last fourth of July, where he won the first prestigious BattleBowl, and therefore a shot at his second World Championship. Tonight is that title shot. Tonight, he believes, is his destiny. He is the master of one of the most feared, devastating finishing moves today, the Future Shock. He also has mastered the Rock Bottom, and the Ankle Lock submission. Ladies and Gentlemen, from Minneapolis, Minnesota.... HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHH!!!!!” Hoff raises an arm to the crowd, who respond with a loud reaction, as Buffer continues. BUFFER Not to be outdone, Hoff’s opponent tonight. Standing six feet three inches tall, and weighing in a short time ago at a career high two hundred fifty-nine pounds. Known for Aggressiveness, Assertiveness and Application. Arriving in the US as a seventeen year-old rookie out of Australia, he began his career in Detroit, before debuting in this company in July of Two-Thousand Three. Becoming the first man to ever gain a pinfall victory over Brock Ausstin, his career went from strength to strength, as he defeated The Mad Cappa to lift the Revolution Trophy. In February of the following year he won his first title, the Twenty-Four Seven Championship, but his biggest glory would come in December of Two-Thousand Four, where against all odds, he defeated and retired one of the greatest wrestlers in this company’s history, Ragdoll, lifting the HI-YAH Championship for the second time in the process. This man then went on to outlast fourteen other superstars to win the Lethal Rumble in January of this year, and capped off his ascendancy by capturing the World Championship in the Main Event of AngleMania Four. He is the master of two of the most dangerous high impact moves in company history, the Axel Slam, and Dark Royalty. Originally from Hobart, Tasmania, Australia, and now residing in San Jose, California, he is the REIGNING and DEFENDING Two-Time! One and Only AngleSault Thread Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion of the Americas, Europe, Asia, and most importantly Australia… THIS. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAXXXXEEEEEELLLLLLL!!!! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHH!” COLE My god, you wanna take a breath there Michael? COACH He’ll need a good drink of water after that marathon guys. After the introductions, Axel removes his title belt from his waist, taking perhaps one final look at it before handing it to the referee, who promptly raises it high in the air, before giving it to Michael Buffer, who takes it to the timekeeper’s position. COLE Well, we are all set. Both men are ready, and the bell is about to be rung in the Main Event for AngleSlam Two-Thousand Five! *DING DING DING* COACH We are underway! Both Axel and Hoff loosen themselves up for the start of the match, before coming to the centre of the ring, face to face. They exchange words, back off, and come together in a collar-and-elbow tie-up! Hoff has the leverage advantage though, pushing Axel into the corner, where the referee calls for a clean break. He gets it, and both men come back to the centre of the ring, where they lock up again. Axel quickly goes to the side headlock this time, Hoff tries to push the champion off, but Axel slides down to one knee and keeps the headlock on. Hoff gets to his feet and tries to push Axel off a second time, and he is successful, as Axel flies into the ropes. The champion comes off, and the two men meet, shoulder colliding with shoulder, with neither man giving an inch! COLE Both men went for a shoulder tackle on that exchange, but they are both too powerful for the other. This has started off very clean guys, and I hope it stays that way. Another lockup and this time it's Hoff who applies the side headlock, with Axel struggling to get out of the hold. Instead of trying to push Hoff to the ropes, Axel tries another method, using raw power to pick the challenger off of the ground and dump him back-first onto the canvas. But Hoff is relentless, keeping the side headlock in tact on the ground. Hoff rolls onto his stomach, putting the top of Axel’s head on the canvas so the blood rushes to his brain. The champion fights to his feet and tries to push Hoff to the ropes, but that doesn’t work, so he has no choice but to back into the ropes, and get the break. COACH Some very good technical wrestling shown by these two guys in the early going. A feeling out process if you will. CABOOSE I want to see the old Axel tonight, The Dark One, the man who used to bust guys open and not care. The man who retired Ragdoll! COLE Well there are no guarantees Caboose, so far this has been a very clean bout, and I for one hope that continues. Both men back off, and begin to circle the ring. Another tie-up, Axel goes behind the challenger with a rear waist lock. Hoff reverses, but Axel reverses the reversal, before taking Hoff down face first to the canvas, floating over and applying a front face lock to the challenger. COLE Nice counter into the front face lock by Axel, I’m interested as to how Hoff is going to get out of this hold, if he will need the ropes like Axel just did. Hoff tries to get to the ropes straight away, but Axel somehow rolls the both of them away from the ropes, keeping the front face lock in tact. Hoff struggles to his feet, having the burden of Axel’s weight as well, but still not being able to get out of the face lock! COACH Axel has that locked in tight, Hoff needs to counter. Hoff grabs the waist of Axel, and with all his strength, lifts the champion over his head into a Northern Lights Suplex! After the show of strength, Hoff cannot complete the suplex with a bridge, instead electing to take a short breather, as Axel does the same. CABOOSE I don’t like him, but that was a nice counter. Hard to pick a winner early, but I’m still going with Axel. COACH Only because you hate Hoff. CABOOSE That’s true, but Axel has impressed me. The crowd gives both men a nice ovation for a good display of technical wrestling to start off the match. They lockup for the umpteenth time, with Axel getting a side headlock. Hoff turns this into a hammerlock, and Axel reverses quickly. Hoff grabs Axel around the head and whips him over for a snapmare, but Axel uses his momentum to take the challenger over too, and into a pinning predicament! ONE! But Hoff rolls out, and both men are up. Hoff trips Axel and gets a lateral press, but the referee can’t get down to the mat in time to even make a one count, as Axel rolls out. Both men pop to their feet, facing each other in a fighting stance, and pause, eyeing each other as the Chicago faithful give another round of applause. COLE Well so far, this has been a very different match than I think we expected. Both champion and challenger take a step back, looking one another over as they circle. A brief pause, and they come together once again! Axel lunges for the challenger, but Hoff smoothly ducks underneath Axel's grasp and grabs him from behind. Axel reverses the rear waistlock, and Hoff kicks his legs up, rolling forward and trapping the champion in a modified victory roll! ONE! Axel quickly claps his legs together, hitting Hoff in the temples. The big man breaks the hold and Axel rolls onto his feet, while Hoff rolls backwards and gets up as well! Axel charges at Hoff, throwing a nasty clothesline, but Hoff ducks under and shoves Axel into the turnbuckles! Hoff kicks Axel in the midsection, then grabs him by the wrist and fires him across the ring! Axel puts on the brakes in the far corner, and turns to meet Hoff with another clothesline, but Hoff ducks it AGAIN and stops cold in the corner! Axel turns, and eats a big dropkick from Hoff that sends him down! The fans give a cheer as Hoff rolls up to his feet, and Axel slaps the mat in frustration! COACH You know, it's odd. Hoff is the larger of these two athletes, but I think he might just be a little quicker! COLE Hoff is a trememndous athlete, no doubt about it, and to take nothing away from Axel, who looks to be in the best shape of his life. CABOOSE Absolutely, both of these guys have been at the top of their games lately, and as much as it pains me to say it, they've gotten it done in that ring. Axel climbs to his feet, and Hoff waves him on. With a snarl, Axel darts in, and Hoff dashes backwards as the champion makes a grab for Hoff's left leg. Axel comes up to his full height, and grabs Hoff, trapping him in a side headlock. The big man hits the ropes, trying to push Axel off of him, but the champ holds onto the move, dragging Hoff down to the canvas. Hoff kicks his feet on the mat, then waves referee Robinson off as he checks on the big man's condition. COLE These two have put on a mat wrestling show so far, and they've shown a lot of tenacity doing it, not wanting to give an inch. Hoff tries to pry Axel's hands from his head, but Axel does it for him, letting go and rolling backwards, grabbing Hoff's left leg and holding it in place. Hoff tries to push up with his hands and get away, but Axel stops that with a forearm to the knee of the challenger! Hoff groans in pain, and Axel seizes the opportunity, climbing to his feet while holding Hoff's leg, and jumping up and driving a knee to the back of Hoff's thigh! COLE We all know about Hoff's knee injury not so many months ago, the one that cost him the World Title. CABOOSE Axel knows that, and focusing on that knee might bring up some anger in the challenger. Hoff uses his good leg to hop up off the mat, with Axel still hanging onto his left. Hoff leaps and tries a mule kick, but Axel wisely lets go of Hoff and the big man falls to the mat. Axel lays in a few stomps to the knee of Hoff, drawing a few scattered boos from the crowd. CABOOSE If the crowd is booing, Axel must be doing something right. COACH Axel's looking to bring back some memories on that left leg, playas. Axel reaches down and grabs that left leg by the ankle, hoisting it high into the air, and smashing the knee into the canvas! Hoff howls in pain, clutching his knee as Axel walks around him. Axel flips Hoff over, and goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! NO!! Hoff kicks out. CABOOSE Axel scoring our first near fall of the night, making Hoff expend energy while he's trying to recover. Axel gets to his feet, and lays in a boot to Hoff's chest before stalking in a circle around him. Axel comes to a stop at Hoff's feet, picking the left leg up again and kicking the side of the knee joint. Axel lets the limb fall as Hoff cries out in anguish. The champion picks Hoff up, with a cocky swagger, and grabs his left leg from a vertical base, spinning him down to the mat with a dragon screw legwhip! The fans pop for the maneuver as Hoff clutches at his knee! COLE What a move by the champion! Hoff is in a bad way! Axel gets up with a satisfied grin. He again pulls Hoff up by the hair, and grabs the leg--but Hoff surprisres the champion with an ENZIGURI!! Axel falls to the mat as Hoff crawls away! COACH DAYUM~! We haven't seen that move out of Hoff for a while! Hoff crawls to the corner as the fans cheer, but Axel gets to his feet and stalks Hoff, grabbing him from behind by the left leg! Axel pulls Hoff back, the big man hopping on one foot...but Hoff quickly does a somersault and comes up behnd Axel...and SLAPS ON THE ANKLELOCK!! The crowd goes BANANA!!!!!! COLE Anklelock applied, from out of NOWHERE!! Hoff has the hold on for only a second, though, as Axel rolls onto his back and kicks Hoff away. Hoff rolls up to his feet, hobbling, and Axel chagres forward, diving low and SPEARING the knee of Hoff!! Hoff flies into the air from the impact, doing a 360 and landing on his stomach!! COACH WHOA-HO!! That was SICK! COLE Good lord, Axel with a vicious chop block to Hoff's knee, that could have blown out the joint entirely! CABOOSE It's mean and it's vicious. I love it. Axel pops to his feet, the crowd still buzzing over the huge move. Hoff lies in a heap, cradling his left leg, and Axel swaggers around the ring, mimicing pulling two straps down from his chest. COLE Oh, good lord! Axel-- is he gonna do what I think he's gonna do? The fans cheer as Axel grabs Hoff's leg.....and APPLIES THE ANKLELOCK!!! CABOOSE YES! COLE Axel with Hoff's own Anklelock on him! This could be the end! Axel torques Hoff's leg as the crowd at the Horizon comes to life, some pulling for Hoff to tap, some looking for the challenger to break free. Hoff's back arches as he SCREAMS in pain, and Axel twists on the limb! COLE Hoff has GOT to break free here! Hoff pushes himself off the mat, but Axel twists and brings him right back down! Robinson checks for a submissin, but Hoff is up again, and this time he rolls through the hold and sends Axel flying into the ropes!! The crowd cheers the break as Hoff tries to crawl away, but the champion wastes no time in stomping him in the back! Hoff stays on the mat, and Axel immediately grabs the left leg.....hooking Hoff in the AXEL GRINDER!!!! CABOOSE And now this! I love it! COLE Axel hasn't used this hold in ages, but he's pulling out all the stops here tonight!! Robinson checks on Hoff, but the big man shakes him off and crawls toward the ropes! Axel tries to pull him back, but Hoff uses his arms to inch closer to the bottom strand!! COACH This is the big muscles of Hoff doin' their magic, those big old arms, keeping him in this thing! Hoff tries to grab the bottom rope....but Axel stands a bit and pulls him away!! Axel lets out a battle cry as he pulls back on Hoff's leg, and Hoff raises his arm into the air!! CABOOSE THIS IS IT! Axel retains! Robinson dives down to get in position...but Hoff shakes his head and lowers his hand! Using his massive arms, the challenger pulls himself...closer...closer...and grabs the bottom rope! COLE And Hoff gets to the ropes!! The fans cheer as Robinson starts his five count, and the champion breaks at four!! Axel argues with Robinson, buying Hoff a little time to climb to his feet! Axel shoves Robinson aside and grabs Hoff, throwing him into the corner and firing off a HUGE right hand! Hoff's head snaps back from the impact, and Axel meets him with another big blow! Hoff reels, and Axel fires a third right hand, punishing Hoff! Hoff slumps into the corner, and Axel pulls him up, drilling him with a MASSIVE uppercut blow!! COACH Axel unloading on Hoff in there! Axel grabs Hoff and whips him out of the corner, but Hoff's knee gives on him and he collapsesin the center of the ring! Axel laughs, and the fans get on him a bit as he kicks Hoff onto his back! COLE Now come on! CABOOSE Axel has this think won, and he knows it. Axel places a boot on Hoff's chest, and Robinson makes the count! ONE! TWO! THR-NO!! Hoff reaches up and grabs Axel's boot, tripping the champion and sending him down! Hoff climbs to his knees and APPLIES THE ANKLELOCK!!! COLE I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! THE ANKLELOCK AGAIN!! The fans go NUT as Hoff locks in the hold! Axel, caught by surprise, looks around wide-eyed, finally finding the ropes! He climgs to them as Robinson starts his five count, and Hoff breaks early, waving Axel on! The champion's nostrils flare as he charges at Hoff, but Hoff grabs him and hits a belly-to-belly throw out of NOWHERE!! COLE Hoff showing some signs of life yet! Both men are slow to get up, and it's Axel up first, but Hoff meets him with a kick to the ribs! Hoff grabs him in a front face lock and scores a neckbreaker!! Hoff floats into the cover! ONE!! TWO!! KICKOUT!! Axel throws a shoulder up!! Hoff is slow to rise, and Axel beats him to his feet as he holds his neck. The champion clubs Hoff in the back, then pulls him up the rest of the way and sends him into the strands! Hoff comes flying off the ropes and FLOORS Axel with a diving clothesline! Both men are down....and HOFF KIPS UP!!! The crowd ROARS in approval!! CABOOSE HOW?! Where is he getting this energy? Hoff pumps his fist as he fires up, shaking out his left leg. Axel gets up, and Hoff blasts him with a forearm shot that backs him into the ropes! Hoff sends Axel off the far side, but the champion comes back off with a Harlem sidekick!! Hoff crashes to the mat as Axel looks down in anger! COLE And a big-time move from the OAOAST Champion sends Hoff down, and that may have killed the momentum Hoff was building! CABOOSE Sometimes all it takes is one move to swing the tide of a match! Axel grabs Hoff by the hair, looking down at him, and SLAPS the challenger! The fans jeer as Hoff falls to the mat yet again! COLE Now what is that about? CABOOSE Axel is just letting out his frustration, as well as maybe sending a message to Hoff: "I am better than you." Axel, again swaggering confidently, picks Hoff up by the hair. He hooks the big man in a front face lock and throws Hoff's arm around his neck. Axel lifts Hoff...and drops him in a BRAINBUSTER!!! COACH BRAIN-BUSTAH-OOOOOO DAN-GER-OSOOOOOOOOO!!! COLE And Hoff is in trouble here! Axel sits up, grinning, then finds his feet and looks out over the crowd. The champion smiles as he slashes his arms, signaling for the end!! The fans are none too pleased with the champion as he...heads to the top? COLE Axel going high-risk here! He could be looking for that Frog Splash! CABOOSE Whatever he's doing, it'll be curtains for the pretender to the throne! Axel steadies himself on the top rope, then looks out over the crowd. The champion shouts out to the people... AXEL "Anything he can do, I CAN DO BETTER!" And while the fans jeer, Axel leaps and scores with a BEAUTIFUL elbow!! Hoff convulses, and Axel leaves his arm draped over Hoff while Robinson counts! ONE!! TWO!! THR-NO!! Hoff gets a shoulder up! The fans EXPLODE!! COLE And Axel's gane of one-upsmanship fails! CABOOSE Bugger that, Michael, Axel is this close to winning. All he needs is one more big move to put Hoff away. Axel looks up at Robinson, who shrugs. The champion scowls as he gets to his feet, pulling Hoff up by the hair. Axel flexes his bicep, then grabs Hoff by the arm and yanks him in for the SHORT-ARM...but Hoff ducks and goes behind Axel! GERMAN SUPLEX by Hoff! The bridge!! ONE!! TWO!! NO!!! Axel gets his shoulder off the mat!! Both men come up, and Hoff charges, but Axel floors him with a LARIATOOOOOO!!!!!! COLE Hoff turned INSIDE OUT! DAYUM!! COACH I hear that, playa. The fans actually pop for the high-impact move, and Axel gets to his feet smiling. Axel grans Hoff, pulling him halfway up, then looking out at the crowd again. AXEL "THIS IS HOW IT'S DONE!" Axel grabs Hoff's arm and whips him into the ropes, and catches him with the SPINEBUST--NO!! Hoff drops an elbow on the head of Axel, and Axel sets the challenger back down!! Hoff quickly hooks Axel in a front face lock, lifting him for a vertical suplex...but Axel lands on his feet! From behind, Axel lifts Hoff into a reverse fireman's carry-- COLE OH NO!! The fans SPRING to their feet, buzzing as Axel has Hoff on his shoulders!! Flashbulbs explode acorss the arena as Axel throws Hoff up.....flips him over.....and DRILLS HIM WITH THE AXEL SLAM!!!!!!!!! COLE AXEL SLAM!! AXEL GOT IT ALL!! The fans ROAR as Hoff lies motionless on the mat!! Axel sits up, an elated, almost surprised grin on his face!! CABOOSE COVER HIM, CHAMP!! Axel rolls Hoff onto his back, throwing an arm over Hoff's chest as Robinson makes the count! The fans count along at the top of their lungs! ONE!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!! NO!!! Hoff THROWS a shoulder in the air as Robinson's hand comes down! COLE I can't believe it! Hoff kicked out of the Axel Slam!! CABOOSE No, this can't be happening, this can't be happening! The fans EXPLODE. Axel climbs up to his knees, looking at Robinson with a strained expression on his face. The ref looks sympathetic as he holds two fingers up, simulating popping his shoulder into the air. Axel closes his eyes, looking up at the ceiling as Hoff rolls onto his stomach. COACH Amazing. Simply amazing! Hoff got his shoulder off the mat at the last possible second! I thought Axel had him. COLE After some amazing back-and-forth, this match has been almost all Axel. And yet, even as Axel hit his trademark maneuver, Hoff may have turned the tide. Axel gets to his feet, resting in the corner as Hoff clutches his neck. The champion glares at Hoff, frustrated as he contemplates his next move. CABOOSE TURNED THE TIDE?! Hoff is OUT, Cole! He can barely move! All Axel has to do is hit one more big move and this one is over. COLE But how much resolve does Hoff have, Caboose? How much can he kick out of? He may not be finished yet! Hoff climbs to his hands and knees, crawling to the nearby corner. From the other side of the ring, Axel snarls as he approaches the big man. COLE Axel making his move, looking to put the challenger away! Hoff grabs the bottom ropes as Axel looks down with disdain...and the champion rolls out of the ring! Hoff's head is hanging down, and the big man doesn't see Axel make his move! COACH Wait, what is Axel up to? COLE The World Champ heading to the outside... Axel looks at Hoff from the outside....then grabs the big man by the hair! The fans jeer as Axel pulls Hoff's head under the bottom rope, then rears back and THROWS it into the steel ring post! *CLANG* COLE OH MY!! COACH Axel getting BRUTAL!! The Rosemont crowd gets on the champion, booing as Hoff's temple collides with the steel. The big man slumps forward, his body falling halfway out of the ring. Axel grabs him by his dark locks and drags him the rest of the way out, letting him fall to the floor. Axel lays in a couple hard stomps to the big man's back as the fans jeer. COLE These fans have been back-and-forth all night, but I don't think they're taking kindly to Axel's tactics! CABOOSE Bugger that, Michael. I don't like this move by Axel; I think he was just one move away from retaining his title. COACH I think a lot of it is frustration on the part of the champ, not being able to get the job done with the Axel Slam, well, now he wants to lay in a little extra punishment! Referee Robinson slides out of the ring and tries to reason with Axel, but the vicious champion throws him away, sending him onto his back! The fans boo, but Axel tunes them out, turning back to Hoff and stomping away! COLE Tensions have been running high for months between these two men, former good friends, turned bitter rivals over the OAOAST Title. The richest prize in this industry, and only one man can walk away with it! Axel picks Hoff up by the tights and the hair, and runs him like a battering ram into the ringsteps!! Hoff crashes again into the steel, sprawling end over end as the steps go flying. Axel looks out at the fans, who are really pouring it on. The champion waves them off, stalking over to Hoff as Robinson gets back into the ring and begins his ten-count. COLE Charles Robinson trying to maintain order in the only way he can anymore, by trying to get these men back into the ring! Axel picks Hoff up yet again, holding the groggy challenger up by the hair. COLE Look at Hoff! The big man is practically out on his feet!! The fans boo as Axel rears back and NAILS Hoff with a stiff uppercut! Hoff falls in a heap, and Axel looks down at his prey with a sick grin! CABOOSE Ah, I love this, guys, this is classic Axel. Vintage Axel! The true Dark One, none of this "buddy-buddy" crap. Axel is out for blood. Robinson's count reaches eight, and the World Champ has the presence of mind to roll into the ring, breaking the count. Axel rolls back out and grabs Hoff by the hair, throwing him yet again into the ringpost! Hoff bounces back as the steel clang reverberates through the Horizon. COLE Good lord! Hoff lands on the announce table, slumped over the top. Axel stalks his foe, grabbing him from behind and yanking him up by the hair! Axel rears back, and drives his fist into Hoff's forehead with a sharp knuckle blow!! Hoff grabs his face as his own momentum spins him around, and Axel grabs him from behind, driving his face into the table! COACH The action getting up close and personal! COLE Hoff is lying on our table, and he is in trouble. Axel grabs Hoff, pulling his head up, revealing more than a trickle of blood. Hoff's eyes look glazed over as Axel throws him onto the table, causing Triple C to vacate the sofa! COLE Oh, good lord! Axel has thrown a-- a bloody Hoff onto our table! CABOOSE I don't know what Axel is planning here, but I like it. COLE Hoff has been busted open here, and Axel...Axel is looking to finish the job. Axel once again rolls into the ring, breaking the referee's count, then rolls back to the floor and climbs onto the table. The champion pulls Hoff to his feet, then spins him around, hooking him face-first from behind!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Wait a minute!! Axel is-- CABOOSE He's going to hit Hoff with his own damn move! I LOVE IT!! COLE Well these two have been trying to one-up the other for months now, and I'd say this'll do just that! The fans are IRATE, booing Axel out of the building as he smiles a sadistic grin! Axel grabs Hoff by the tights and hoists him, lifting him HIGH into the air!! Axel holds Hoff overhead...but the big man shifts his weight!! Kicking his legs, Hoff manages to flip out of the move and land behind Axel!! COLE Hoff breaking free of the hold! The crowd goes wild as Hoff lands on one knee! Axel turns to face Hoff, and the big man pops up and grabs Axel by the neck....driving him THROUGH the table with a ROCK BOTTOM!!!!!! COACH OH MY GOOD LORD!!! The crowd blows the roof off of the Horizon as Hoff sends Axel through the table! Hoff's blood splatters onto his opponent as the two men land, Hoff rolling onto his back. CABOOSE I can't believe this. COLE Hoff somehow, someway, countered his own Future Shock into the Rock Bottom, and this may be the last opening Hoff will have tonight!! The "HOFF" chants thunder throughout the arena as both men lie on the arena floor. Surprisingly, Axel is the first man to stir, climbing to his knees as the crowd drowns him in a sea of unkind sentiment. CABOOSE And that says it all. How bad does Hoff have to be hurt for Axel to beat him to his feet? COLE He is bruised, and bloody, but not beaten! Not yet! Axel holds his back, walking gingerly as Hoff rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself onto all fours. The blood drips down from Hoff's face to the floor as the challenger tries to get his second wind. Axel stalks toward Hoff, pulling him up by the hair--but Hoff snaps off a HUGE right hand!! The crowd comes ALIVE as Hoff fires off another right hand to Axel's temple! Another! ANOTHER!! COLE And now Hoff is feeling that second wind!! CABOOSE This can't be HAPPENING....! Hoff snaps off one more HUGE right hand, sending the champion reeling! Hoff grabs Axel by the hair and SLAMS his head into the ring apron, sending Axel's skull bouncing back! Hoff grabs the champion by the back of the hair and throwd him back into the ring, rolling in after him and climbing to his feet!! Hoff ROARS to the crowd, waving Axel to his feet!! CABOOSE WHERE is he getting this energy from? COLE It's heart, Caboose, all heart, the heart of a champion!! Axel gets to his feet, turns to face Hoff, and gets met by a HUGE right hand! Hoff backs Axel into the ropes and whips him into the far side! The champion comes off the strands, and Hoff throws a clothesline, but Axel ducks and keeps running! Hoff turns to meet him, and the big man catches Axel with a HUGE powerslam!! Hoff pops to his knees, then falls backwards, rolling over to the ropes and using the cables to pull himself up to his feet!! Hoff waves Axel up as the crowd goes WILD!! COLE This is AMAZING!! Hoff has shifted into high gear from out of NOWHERE!! Axel gets up as the crowd cheers, and Hoff charges at him, flooring him with a BIG clothesline to a monstrous ovation! Axel gets back up, and Hoff charges and sends him right back down! Axel, slowly, gets back to his feet, and Hoff runs him over one more time!! "HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF! HOFF!" Hoff looks down at Axel...and slashes his arms to an electric pop!! The crowd stays on its feet as Hoff grabs Axel by the hair, pulling him up! Hoff whips Axel into the ropes, and sets for the SPINEBUSTER~! Axel comes off the far side....and puts on the brakes, kicking Hoff in the face!! COACH Whoa!! Hoff snaps up, and Axel takes a step back, then leaps forward with a Harlem sidekick...but Hoff ducks under the move!! Both men pivot to face each other...and Hoff grabs Axel and PLANTS him with a SPINE-BUSTAH!!!!!!!!!! COLE SPINEBUSTER BY THE CHALLENGER!! CABOOSE Oh my God, oh my God, this isn't happening!! COLE And now Hoff is ready to put it all away!!! Hoff, his face washed in red, looks out at the crowd...holding his thumb out to the side! Hoff turns it up....and then turns it DOWN!! The fans go WILD!! COACH FUTURE SHOCK!!! COLE The Future Shock! If Hoff hits this move, we will have a new champion in a matter of moments!! CABOOSE Oh, come on, Axel! For the good of the company, don't let this happen!! Hoff grabs Axel by the hair, pulling the OAOAST Champion to his feet! The big man looks down into Axel's eyes, then grabs him from behind! Hoff grabs Axel by the tights and lifts him into the air, holding him....holding him....HOLDING HIM.... And DROPS him with the FUTURE SHOCK!!!!! COLE HE GOT IT!! HE GOT IT ALL!!! Hoff rolls onto Axel and hooks a leg, and Robinson makes the count!! ONE!!!!!!! TWO!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Axel KICKS OUT!!! Axel KICKS OUT of the Future Shock!! COLE Oh...my...God. COACH He kicked out!! HE KICKED OUT!!!! COLE Axel has kicked out of Hoff's Future Shock. I can't believe it! No one...NO ONE has.... The Rosemont Horizon deflates, the crowd in stunned silence as Axel kicks out. Hoff rolls off of Axel, lying on his stomach, exhausted. Axel lies motionless in the center of the ring. CABOOSE YES!! Oh, thank the moon and the stars. Cole, do you realize what we've just seen? No one has EVER kicked out of that Future Shock...EVER!! Until tonight. COLE I cannot believe it. I thought that Hoff had made good on his word. That he was destined to take the title home... CABOOSE Yeah, well, that ain't happening, loser! And I mean, I've said it before, and I've said it again, I'm no Axel fan, but anything, anything is better than having the title on that blowhard. Robinson foregoes his ten count as both champion and challenger begin to find their bearing, crawling to opposite corners. COLE This is surreal. These guys have kicked out of each other's signature moves, and now it is anyone's game, and we have no idea what to expect. CABOOSE Expect a successful defense by the champion! Hoff is going home empty handed! Hoff and Axel both pull themselves up in their respective corners, and turn to face each other! The two men stare each other down, neither one moving....until suddenly charging forward and meeting in the center of the ring! Right hand by Axel! Right hand by Hoff! BIG right by the champion! HUGE blow landed by Hoff! Axel! Hoff! Axel! Hoff! COLE Neither man is willing to give an inch! We could be here all night! COACH Or we might be seconds away from a finish! Right by Hoff! Another! ANOTHER! AN-NO! Axel drives a knee into Hoff's midsection! Hoff doubles over, and Axel steps behind him and scoops him onto his shoulders!! COLE AXEL SLAM!! Axel stands upright and lets out a primal scream as he throws Hoff into the air for the Axel Slam--and Hoff lands on his feet!! Axel throws a lariat, Hoff ducks, and hooks him from behind!! COLE AND COACH FUTURE SHOCK!! The crowd is beside itself as Hoff hoists Axel up overhead...but Axel flips over and lands on his feet! Hoff turns, and Axel grabs him and scoops him onto his shoulder, setting him in a tombstone position!! COLE GOOD LORD! Axel has Hoff set for Dark Royalty!!!! No one has EVER kicked out of this! CABOOSE Five minutes ago, we could have said the same thing about Hoff's Future Shock!! COLE We are about to see the end!!! Axel sets Hoff on his shoulder.......but Hoff kicks his legs and slides off of Axel's shoulder....landing with his arm around Axel's neck!!!!! COLE LOOK AT THIS!!!! The crowd hits a new level as Hoff grabs Axel, lifting him up....and DRIVING him to the mat with the FUTURE SHOCK!!! COACH HE GOT HIM AGAIN!! COLE The SECOND Future Shock!! Will it be enough!! CABOOSE NO!! Hoff, slowly, painfully, swings his legs free, rolls onto Axel, and hooks the champion's leg!! ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!! THREE!!!!!! *ding ding ding ding ding* COLE HE DID IT!! The roar of the crowd drowns out the opening strains of "Black" as Buffer reads the decision. BUFFER The winner of this contest.... CABOOSE No. BUFFER And NEW One and Only AngleSault Thread Heavyweight Champion of the WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD.... "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" BUFFER HOOOOOOOOOOOFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hoff rolls off of Axel, and Robinson helps him to his feet. As the fans scream their lungs out, Robinson raises Hoff's arm into the air, and the bloody big man ROARS, pumping his fist in celebration. COLE What an amazing ending. I can barely believe it, but Hoff has done it! CABOOSE I think I'm going to be sick. As Hoff's theme music blares, the cheers swell even louder as Robinson grabs the OAOAST Championship from the timekeeper. Robinson hands it to Hoff -- the same belt ripped from him ten months ago. And once more, tears stream down Hoff's face. COLE And there you see it, folks. Literally, the blood, sweat, and tears of Hoff running onto the gold plate of the World Heavyweight Championship. And to Hoff, and to his many fans, tonight, a wrong has been righted. Hoff presses his forehead to the belt, kissing it, before hoisting it high overhead to a massive ovation. Hoff climbs up the nearest corner, holding the belt into the air as flashbulbs fire off across the arena. COLE And take nothing away from Axel, he was stellar tonight. He was as good as anyone could expect to be, but tonight was Hoff's night. COACH He said it earlier, Cole. It was his destiny. As Hoff celebrates his win, Axel finally regains his footing. Exhausted, Axel stares at Hoff, holding the belt that was Axel's only a moment ago. COLE And what does Axel have to be feeling, after a great run on top, to see this man, his good friend, his bitter rival, holding the championship of the world? CABOOSE I can tell you, fellas....it's not a good feeling. Hoff climbs down from the ropes and turns....finding Axel staring right at him. "Black" cuts out as Axel stares at the bloody title belt on Hoff's shoulder. COLE Oh my, what is gonna happen here. The fans buzz as Hoff looks down at the title...then back at Axel...who extends his hand. Hoff accepts. CABOOSE I don't believe it. The crowd at the Rosemont Horizon explodes as Hoff and Axel shake hands, and Axel goes a step further, raising Hoff's arm into the air. Hoff smiles a tight smile as Axel nods, then lets go of Hoff's hand, making his way out of the ring. "Black" kicks in again as Hoff looks down at his friend and rival with a grin. COLE And the respect between these two men is obvious. Hoff and Axel, the culmination of one hell of a rivalry. One we will never forget. Axel takes one last look at the ring, and the man inside, before stepping behind the curtain. In the ring, Hoff climbs up the corner once more, holding his belt on his shoulder, raising his fist into the air. COLE And there you have it, folks. Tonight, on a wild, memorable night, Hoff has regained the World Title. We have a new Heavyweight Champion of the World. Folks, the Hoff era has begun. For Caboose and the Coach, I'm Michael Cole, thanking you for joining us tonight for OAOAST Angleslam. Good night! 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Hoff 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2005 (edited) An OAOAST ENTERTAINMENT Production THE OAOAST RETURNS TO PAY-PER-VIEW DIRTY DEEDS SEPTEMBER 25, 2005 EXECUTIVES IN CHARGE OF PPV PRODUCTION Tony149 NYU Hoff? EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS Chuck Woolery Crystal Hoff NGA KC KingPK GRAPHICS Papacita HEAD OF SECURITY Carl Winslow WRITTEN BY KingPK Ed Wood Caulfield Tony149 Mystery Eskimo Stephen Joseph King Cucaracha Masked Man of Mystery Alfdogg Zack Malibu LaParkaYourCar Nice Guy Adam and Hoff OAOAST CREATED BY Anglesault CWM Tony149 DIRECTED BY Hoff OAOAST PRESIDENT EXECUTIVE PRODUCER Zack Malibu © 2005 OAOAST Entertainment All Rights Reserved. Edited August 29, 2005 by Hoff Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
