King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted September 1, 2005 COLE At Angleslam of course, we were scheduled to see two matches from the Women's Division. One being the Gauntlet Match to crown the new OAOAST Women's Champion, the other the confrontation between Ashley Street and the person responsible for the bounty put on Jenny Adams' head. Neither went ahead, with the Women's Title Gauntlet delayed to tonight, due to an existing commitment for the Minnesota Angels down in Mexico. As for Ashley's match, we have no idea on that situation...but, maybe Josh Matthews can shed some light on it, as he's backstage right now. We cut backstage to the Women's Locker Room as Ashley Street is lacing up her boots. Standing beside her, Josh Matthews taps Ashley on the shoulder, prompting her to glance up. MATTHEWS Ashley...sorry to interrupt, but we wanted to talk to you about a couple of things. First being the scheduled match at Angleslam between yourself and the benefactor to the bounty on Jenny Adams. ASHLEY Well, wouldn't you know it, this 'benefactor' didn't show up. I got to the arena early and all I heard all night was 'no, they haven't shown up yet'...'no, we haven't heard anything yet'...'no, there's no opponent yet'. She chickened out. Just like I thought she would. So, obviously I'm not too happy right now. First, this person decides to target my friend...my innocent friend. Puts money on her head and gets someone to injure her. And now, she's playing mind-games with me too. But see, she's making a big mistake. Jenny was too busy watching her own back to hunt out this benefactor. But I ain't got that problem. I will found out who this bi-*bleep*-h is and I will get revenge, for me and for Jenny. MATTHEWS There is one consolation though. Due to the benefactor's continued absence, you've been added to the Women's Title Gauntlet Match here tonight. Your thoughts on that? ASHLEY Well, obviously I'm excited about it. I've been working long and hard to get back to physical shape after the car accident and this feels like a reward...making all my work worthwhile. I didn't get chance to wrestle in the Title Tournament Final. But tonight, I will be in the Gauntlet Match. And I'm there to win. MATTHEWS Well, we wish you good luck tonight. Anything else you want to say before we wrap things up? ASHLEY Yeah. I just wanna say to Jenny...get well soon and when you get back, it'll be my honour to give you the rematch for the belt that you deserve. Ashley goes back to lacing her boots, as Josh turns to the camera. MATTHEWS There you have it. Ashley Street is ready for the Gauntlet Match tonight. --------------------------------------------- COLE Okay, coming up next, the crowning of a new OAOAST Women's Champion in the special Gauntlet Match. Countouts and disqualification, as well as pinfalls and submissions of course are ways to be eliminated. When one competitor is eliminated, the next female enters until all six have been in and only one, undisputed Women's Champion remains. CABOOSE Which is a GREAT idea on General Manager Calvin Szechstein's part... COLE Really? CABOOSE Yeah...if you're number six! If you're number one or two, it's a horrible idea. Let's face it, for one of these two to be champion, they've got to win five times. And not just beat five opponents...but beat five, fresh opponents, with no rest period what-so-ever. I tell ya, whoever drew one and two, they won't stand a chance tonight. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen...your following contest is the 6 Woman GAUNTLET MATCH to crown a new, undisputed OAOAST World Women's Championship! On cue, referee Bryce Remsburg holds the Women's Title in the air. ("Bloody Murderer" by Cursive suddenly starts up, to to jeers from the crowd. Crawling through the curtains on her knees, entrant number one Confusia stops at the top of the stage and adjusts her mask. Before suddenly leaping to her feet and charging crazily down the aisle, gabbling away to herself in some sort of mysterious language. Running around the ring, Confusia eventually stops and leaps to the apron, entering the ring and immediately dropping into her knees in the corner.) BUFFER Introducing first, entrant number one. From the "Middle Of Nowhere". She weighs in at one hundred, sixty four pounds...this is CCOOOOONNN - FFFUUUUUSSSSIIIIIAAAAAAAAAA!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Certainly an unorthodox competitor, Confusia. And she has the bad luck of the draw as she's one of the first two ladies to enter this Gauntlet, meaning that to become Women's Champion, Confusia will have to defeat all five other opponents. CABOOSE A tough task for anyone...especially if they're as mentally challenged as Confusia seems to be. "OLE, OLEOLEOLE, OLE, OLE!" "OLE, OLEOLEOLE, OLE, OLE!" "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLEEEEEEEE!!! OLEOLEOLE, OLE, OLE!" (The crowd cheer as "Ole" by The Bouncing Souls hits and El Chica Genérico bounds through the curtains. With great enthusiasm, she thrusts a finger to the sky and shouts out "OLE!" before jogging on down the aisle. Confusia remains motionless knelt in the corner, staring blankly into space. Tagging some hands, Genérico waits for the music to run on before entering the ring, 'flying' around Buffer and a confused referee Remsburg, waiting for the next big "OLE!" to point to the rafters again.) BUFFER And, entrant number two. From Tijuana, Mexico. Weighing in at one hundred, twenty one pounds. The Generic Lady Luchador... EEEELLL CCHHHHIIICCCAAAAAA... GGEEEEEENNÉÉÉÉÉRRRRRRRIIIIICCCCOOOOOOO!!!! "YYYYEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COACH This must be OAOAST Women's Division Brain-Trust, huh? COLE Well, El Chica Genérico, entrant number two, another rather unorthodox competitor. Two very odd masked females set to start out this Gauntlet Match. CABOOSE Like I said, numbers one and two don't stand a chance. That's even more true now, considering who one and two actually are. The only chance they have is to go for a quick win in at least the first three matches. Genérico removes her cape, passing it to a worker at ringside. Still Confusia stares forwards at nothing in particular, not moving a muscle, as Genérico is ready to go. Referee Bryce Remsburg glances at Confusia, trying to see if there's anything wrong. But he can't figure the weird female out, so decides just to ring the bell. *DINGDINGDING!* CONFUSIA BLLLLAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! Suddenly, Confusia bursts into life, charging out of the corner at full speed. Genérico sidesteps her though, causing Confusia to comically run sternum first into the turnbuckles. Winded, Confusia turns around slowly. Genérico meets her with a forearm...a second...and a third, before attempting an irish whip. Confusia spins out, ending up in front of Genérico and charges with a wild clothesline. Easily Genérico ducks and Confusia hurtles towards the buckles again. But this time, she manages to put on the brakes, pointing to her temple and mumbling something about being a 'gene-ass'. Only to get dropkicked in the back by Genérico, knocking her through the ropes and to the floor. COLE So much for the brains of Confusia. COACH Sh'yeah! Her brains wouldn't fill an egg-cup! Confusia stumbles around on the floor, as Genérico exits to the apron. Looking over her shoulder, she waits for the right moment, before leaping her feet over the top rope and tumbling back onto Confusia with an Arabian Press Suicidá (Split Legged Moonsault to the floor)!! "YYYYEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" Pulling herself up, Genérico grabs Confusia by the head and starts to pick her up. "ONE!" The count begins meanwhile from Remsburg, as Genérico continues to haul Confusia up. Until Confusia grabs her suddenly by the front of her tights and pulls her forwards, sending Genérico face-first into the ring apron!! Genérico recoils, holding her face and kicking her legs in agony. As beside her, Confusia begins to shake off the cobwebs. "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" Confusia hears the count. Whether she understands it or not is a different matter, but she hears it. Dragging Genérico to her feet, Confusia throws Genérico back in before Remsburg can reach a count of five. Confusia rolls back in herself, grabbing a front facelock on Genérico. With the facelock held, Confusia drags Genérico into the centre of the ring and takes her over with a quick vertical suplex. Hitting the ropes, the mysterious female then leaps into the air, dropping a big leg across Genérico's windpipe! Leaving the leg draped, Confusia waits as Remsburg counts the makeshift pin... 1... 2... Kickout. Lifting up her leg again, Confusia slams it back down across Genérico's throat, again demanding a count... 1... 2... Kickout. Confusia pulls up Genérico again. Genérico is looking dazed, as the permanantly dazed Confusia whips her across the ropes, ducking as Genérico runs back and hoisting her into a fireman's carry. Confusia then turns... ...and turns... ...and continues turning, whirling around with an Airplane Spin~! The crowd begin to count along with the rotations, getting to 7 before Genérico slumps off of a dizzy Confusia's shoulders. But Confusia keeps spinning, unable to gain her balance. After a couple of solo rotations, Confusia manages to stop herself and charges. Missing the lying Genérico completely though, Confusia ends up running herself right past Remsburg and face-first into the top turnbuckle! COLE Confusia made herself dizzy with that Airplane Spin and I don't think she has a clue where she is at the moment! CABOOSE So what's new? With both Confusia and Genérico down, Bryce shakes off the dizzyness he got from watching the spin and begins to count both women down. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" Genérico begins to stir first... "FIVE!" "SIX!" But Confusia suddenly gains her bearings, pulling herself up on the ropes. "SEVEN!" "E.." Confusia is up and Bryce stops his count, Genérico also to her feet. Both women burst forward at the same time. Confusia swings wildly and misses wildly with a clothesline, as Genérico ducks underneath and hits the ropes. As she sprints back though, Confusia has her bearings set right and manages to clothesline the lighter Genérico clear off her feet!! Still with enough adrenaline to get up relatively quickly, Genérico climbs back to her feet. But Confusia meets her with a boot to the gut, hitting the ropes at the side and slamming a boot into the side of Genérico's head that knocks her loopy, causing her to flop to the canvas. Putting on the brakes at the ropes, Confusia yells some more nonsensical words at the fans, before taking Genérico by the mask and hair, dragging her back up into a standing headscissors. CONFUSIA UNCANNYILLUSIONHAMMAAAA!! COLE She's going for the Uncanny Illu... CABOOSE We heard her, dumbass. With the crowd all knowing what she's setting up, Confusia reaches down and lifts Genérico's 121 pounds up and over her shoulder. Genérico manages to slide down the back though, countering on a confused Confusia with a backslide... 1... 2... Kickout! Getting up first, Confusia drives her knee into Genérico's midsection. That slows the female luchador down, also allowing Confusia to step behind her opponent and drive a double sledge to the kidneys. An agonished Genérico drops to her knees, clutching her lower back. Confusia pulls right back up again though, delivering another double sledge. As Genérico grimaces in pain, Confusia lets her get to her feet before reaching around the head, hooking an arm around Genérico's throat. She then yanks back and brings Genérico crashing down across a knee with a modified backbreaker. "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Man, what an unorthodox but effective backbreaker! As Genérico bounces off of the knee, Confusia is already pressing her to the mat for a pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Confusia yells incoherently at referee Bryce Remsburg, unable to believe she only scored 2 again. Meanwhile, Genérico is rallying the crowd, getting them to clap away by slamming her fist into the mat. Hearing the growing rhythmical claps, Confusia gazes around the crowd, trying to figure out what the hell they're actually doing...as all the while, Genérico is recovering. Back to her feet, Genérico holds her back still as Confusia throws a forearm. That staggers Genérico back, but the ropes rebound her and she throws a desperate palm strike in return. Confusia stumbles, before throwing another forearm. But again she gets a palm strike back. So Confusia nails a boot to the gut and whips Genérico into the ropes, ducking her head early...and allowing Genérico to tumble over top with a sunset flip... 1... 2... Kickout! Rolling through and back up, Confusia tries another boot to the gut. This time it's caught, Genérico holding the foot and pulling Confusia out into the centre of the ring. Suddenly, Confusia throws out her standing foot...but Genérico sees the Enziguri coming and ducks. Confusia lands on her face right in front of Genérico, who quickly runs over Confusia's back, bouncing off the ropes in front and skidding in with a basement dropkick to the top of the head! GENÉRICO OLE! COACH HOLLA~! With her second wind firmly driving her on, The Generic Lady Luchador leaves the ring and scales the turnbuckles towards the top rope. Slowly Confusia gets to her feet, but not in time to spot Genérico, who launches off the top with a crossbody block, taking Confusia over... 1... ...but Confusia kicks her legs and floats over, landing on top of Genérico... 1... 2... KICKOUT! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!" COLE So close for Confusia, but Genérico just got out in time! Confusia comes at Genérico with another wild clothesline, which this time Genérico laces an arm under, ducking behind Confusia and applying a waistlock. A lift fails though. And again, Genérico unable to lift the heavier Confusia. So she instead charges towards the ropes, looking for a Tijuana Roll. Confusia grasps the top rope, pushing Genérico backwards to counter. Genérico rolls straight back to her feet though, waiting for Confusia to charge headlong in at her before leapfrogging... ...STRAIGHT INTO A DOUBLE A SPINEBUSTER!!! "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" CABOOSE *cough*omgbetterthanhoff's*cough* COLE Woah! Where the hell did she learn how to do that? As Genérico lies motionless in front of her, Confusia wearily pushes up to her feet. And, for some reason, does Axel's Crucifix pose, to a pop from the crowd. A reaction which Confusia seems confused by, gawping blankly at the fans before finally going back to the match at hand. Still Genérico is motionless, as Confusia drags her up and placing her in a standing headscissors. CONFUSIA UNCANNYILLUSIONHAMMAAAAA!! COLE She's going for the Uncanny Illu... CABOOSE Shut up you idiot!! The call is the same as always as Confusia lifts up Genérico. Only difference this time is, Genérico doesn't escape. Up in the Canadian Backbreaker position, Genérico finally realises where she is. But by then it's too late, as Confusia starts to twirl around, throwing Genérico off and catching her with the Uncanny Illusion Hammer (Whirlybird Ace Crusher)!!! The crowd groan in disappointment, as Confusia slumps over Genérico and hooks a leg... 1... 2... 3!!! *DINGDING!* BUFFER El Chica Genérico has been eliminated! No sooner has the announcement been made, then "Seether" by Veruca Salt hits...and one half of the Minnesota Angels, Valerie hits the ring. And hits the ring running, forgetting all about the strutting and preening she usually does and sliding into the ring to jump Confusia from behind! *DINGDING!* COLE Valerie is in and she is wasting no time in going on the offensive on Confusia!! CABOOSE Smart move by a smart lady! There's no rest periods. Why waste time when you can get in the ring and gain an advantage on a weakened opponent? Valerie continues the onslaught on Confusia, stomping her to the mat as El Chica Genérico is helped from the ring. The vicious Valerie only stops kicking to yell at Bryce Remsburg, who is busy reprimanding her for the sneak attack, before going right back to the stomps. Confusia crawls to the ropes in the middle of the kicks and pulls herself up on the ropes. Grabbed immediately by Valerie though, who whips Confusia across the ring and catches her on the rebound with a standing dropkick. The crowd boo, but the usual cockiness is forgotten by Valerie, scrambling to make a quick cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Bringing up Confusia, Valerie executes a suplex, placing Confusia right by the turnbuckles. She then climbs to the middle rope and measures Confusia, coming off with fist drop between the eyes...and making another quick pinfall attempt... 1... 2... Kickout! VALERIE Damnit Bryce, COUNT! COLE Man, Valerie is hot tonight. COACH You're tellin' me! COLE I mean hot tempered Coach. Get your mind out of your crotch, please. Valerie rains down with some more stomps on Confusia, before dropping to her knees in her frustration and applying a blatant choke! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FI..." Valerie breaks just in time, earning a warning from referee Remsburg. CABOOSE Sure, NOW he counts fast. As Confusia gets to her feet, Valerie meets her coming with a knee to the gut. Valerie then drags Confusia out from the ropes, snapmaring her over and dropping a knee into the sternum area. Some comical moans and groans escape Confusia, as she's pulled back down and given a second knee across the chest. Finally, some of the cockiness has returned to Valerie, turning to the crowd and making the "belt motion" before reaching down and dragging Confusia back to her feet. Already winded, no favours are done to Confusia as Val trips her so she lands throat first across the middle rope...and then draped her leg over Confusia's head, choking her some more. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" Valerie breaks on three, but only because she has something else in mind. Coming off the opposite ropes, Valerie dives forward with her leg aloft... ...but Confusia moves, and Valerie lands astraddle the middle rope!! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" CABOOSE Oh no! COACH Right in THE OVARIES~! COLE How long have you been waiting to say that? COACH Months! Hopping off the middle rope in noticeable discomfort, Valerie hobbles after Confusia. She swings, but misses, Confusia ducking low and executing an Inverted Atomic Drop that only compounds Valerie's pain and misery! And, just to add insult to injury, Confusia decides not follow up again and instead hops from foot to foot in front of Valerie, mocking her moaning. Valerie eventually recovers enough to clothesline out at Confusia. But she ducks, waiting for Valerie to rebound off the ropes and lifting her into a Rydeen Bomb... 1... 2... KICKOUT! "OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!" The crowd are beginning to get behind the wacky Confusia, as Valerie gets slowly to her feet. Confusia is waiting behind and goes for a back suplex. Over the back floats Valerie, landing on her feet behind Confusia and pushing her off into the ropes. As Confusia rushes back, Valerie tries to take her out with a clothesline. Confusia ducks though, hooking the arm into a half nelson and spinning Valerie around... CONFUSIA BRRRRING-RING-RING-BA-NA-NA-PHONE!! COACH BANANAPHONE!! ...INTO A ROLL-UP... 1... 2... KICKOUT!! "OOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Only two on the Bananaphone Roll-up! I can't believe she didn't get three on that devestating move! CABOOSE ... Both women get to their feet, Confusia on the attack with a knee to the gut. Valerie doubles over and quickly, Confusia underhooks an arm, looking to do the same with the second. Keeping her arm out of reach, Valerie manages to twist out and reverse. A Russian Legsweep is countered though, as Confusia rolls backwards, keeping Valerie's leg wrapped around hers into a pinning predicament... 1... 2... Valerie kicks out! Both women scramble up and Confusia instinctively ducks, allowing Valerie to leapfrog over Confusia and rush the ropes. Confusia swings out with an elbow, but Valerie ducks under, continuing her run. Again an elbow...again a duck. On runs Valerie and this time she tumbles forward, wiping out Confusia with a diving clothesline! Confusia flops around on the mat holding her throat, while Valerie gives a verbal ear-bashing to Bryce Remsburg for some reason. Valerie then comes off the ropes again, dropping down with a (not so) big splash on Confusia...WHO GETS THE KNEES UP!! The wind rushes out of Valerie and she rolls away holding her gut, while Confusia stalks over and hooks Valerie under the armpits, hauling her off the canvas. She then applies a waistlock, taking Valerie up and switching her around, across the knee with a gutbuster. Valerie is left even more winded now, as Confusia pulls her in. CONFUSIA UNCANNYILLUSIONHAMMAAAAA!! COLE She's going for the Unca... CABOOSE *glares* COLE Nevermind. Confusia reaches down to pull Valerie up, but she's prepared and snaps her right leg up, mule-kicking Confusia over the head! Staggering away, Confusia is dis-orientated, long enough for Valerie to connect with a boot to the gut and pumphandle the arm. Before Valerie can complete the V-Spot though, Confusia elbows up repeatedly, forcing Valerie to break the hold and stumble away. Once she gains her bearings though, Valerie rushes back over, trying for the pumphandle again. Confusia again elbows her way out though, stepping out of the pumphandle and pulling Valerie in by the arm into a Northern Lights Suplex... 1... 2... Kickout!! Clambering back up, a disbelieving Confusia starts to reminstrate with the referee...again, in a way that makes absolutely no sense to anyone at all. Remsburg tries to make some sense of it all. But in the meantime, Valerie is recovering behind Confusia, snatching on a headlock from out of nowhere. Valerie turns towards the turnbuckles and scales the ropes one by one, springing off with a Swinging Bulldo...NO, countered by Confusia, throwing Valerie off into the middle of the ring! Valerie lands hard on her ass, favouring it as she gets to her feet. Capitalising, Confusia punches Valerie in the BUTT, before grabbing her by the hair...warbling...and driving a headbutt into Val's forehead! COLE Big headbutt! These women aren't afraid to take a beating and they're certainly not afraid to dish such punishment out. Valerie falls to a seated position, grimacing and holding her forehead. Rushing past her, Confusia hits the ropes in front with mad screaming a-plenty and hits the Panic Attack (Running Knee to seated opponent), knocking Valerie even more loopy! "OOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE And if Valerie didn't have a headache from the headbutt, she certainly does now! CABOOSE This isn't good. With her opponent down, Confusia crawls and makes a cover... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Again Confusia argues with the referee for a moment, before dragging up Valerie and rearing back with her right arm...AND APPLYING THE IRON CLAW!! "YYEEEEEEAAAAHHHHHH!" Dramatically Valerie flails in the Claw as Confusia nods in approval of her move, clamping down on Valerie's face with real venom. But Valerie reaches back, finding that she's close to the ropes and grabbing the middle rope! Remsburg quickly demands a break from Confusia, who doesn't seem to understand. So Bryce forces the break himself. Confusia tries to strggle with Bryce, but that distracts her from Valerie, who trips out Confusia's legs and folds her onto her shoulders... 1... FEET ON THE ROPES 2... 3!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Damnit, Valerie steals the win! *DINGDING!* BUFFER Confusia has been eliminated! COLE Valerie advances, but my word was it desperate! CABOOSE Ha! She outsmarted Confusia and I guess that really shouldn't come as a surprise. COLE She used the ropes Caboose. I wouldn't call that outsmarting anyone, I'd say it was out-cheating someone. CABOOSE Hey, you do what you have to do to win. "ANY WAY YOU WANT IT! THAT'S THE WAY YOU NEED IT! ANY WAY YOU WANT IT!" The suddenly come un GLUED~!, as "Any Way You Want It" by Rise Against hits! COLE Aw, here we go! Ashley Street, making in-ring return tonight after a car accident suffered in the month of June, which robbed her of her rightful spot in the Women's Title Tournament Final. What a huge night it is for her tonight! CABOOSE Then where is she? COLE Well, she's...THERE! The crowd part as Ashley Street emerges through the fans behind Valerie, who's busy staring towards the entrance way. Hopping over the barricade, Ashley slides into the ring. Valerie still hasn't seen Ashley and still doesn't, right up until Ashley charges her into the ropes and takes her over into an Indiana Roll... 1... 2... 3!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER Valerie has been eliminated! "YYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" CABOOSE Wait, NO! That's not FAIR!! COLE "Hey, you do what you have to do to win.", right 'Boose? CABOOSE You are so lucky I don't have my cricket bat with me right now! In the ring, Valerie goes spare, as Ashley scrambles out of her crazed path and waves Valerie goodbye with a smirk. Ashley lounges on the ropes, watching as Valerie is escorted from the ring. Meanwhile, "Seether" by Veruca Salt hits again, heralding the arrival of Valerie's tag team partner Constance...who seems just as pissed off as her partner does. Constance storms to the ring and right past Valerie, who slaps her partner on the shoulder and screams at her to "Make that bitch pay". Still, this is all great amusement to Ashley, who waits for Constance to slide into the ring before storming off the ropes and catching her coming in with a barrage of foreaarms! "YYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" *DINGDING!* Ashley continues to club away on Constance, who decides the best thing to do is roll out of the ring and to the safety of the arena floor. But that doesn't stay safe for long, as Ashley rolls right out after her and goes after Constance again. A hard forearm sends Constance staggering backwards. Another forearm, and Constance falls off her feet, scampering away on hands and knees. COLE Ashley Street is fired up tonight! She wants this World Women's Title, but she's also glad to be back in action finally. As Constance tries to get away, Ashley grabs her by the arm to stop her getting away. She then pulls Constance up, grabbing her by the hair... *DOOSH!* ...and slams her head into the top of the steel steps! Constance sprawls forward over the steps and rolls down, bumping off each step in turn. Meanwhile, Ashley climbs up the steps, standing over Constance. Slowly Constance gets back up, looking around for Ashley. And finding her leaping off the steps and driving a double axehandle over Constance's head. ASHLEY C'MOOOOOOONNN!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Constance gets dragged up and into the ring by Ashley, who slides in after her. Bringing Constance to her feet, Ashley then grabs her by the arm and sends him flying across the ring with an irish whip. Back shoots Constance, spotting a duck of the head from Ashley and countering her backbody drop attempt with a Swinging Neckbreaker! The first bump back from injury proves a heavy one to take for Ashley, holding her neck and groaning in pain. Constance meanwhile brings herself to her feet, checking her head for any war wounds. Finding nothing, Constance helps Ashley to her feet. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!!" And rocks her with a knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!!" And another. *SLAP!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Before slapping the taste out of Ashley's mouth! Ashley rocks back on the ropes clutching her reddened jaw, as Constance boots Ashley in the gut before whipping her off the ropes. A back elbow puts Ashley down, Constance making a pin... 1... 2... Kickout. Frustrated, Constance takes a page from her partner's book and applies a choke. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FO..." Constance breaks the choke and grabs Ashley by the hair, pulling her up and slamming an elbow into the back of Ashley's neck. Ashley drops to her knees weakly. Stepping to the side, Constance applies a cravaté and twists up on the neck. Ashley clenches her fists and tries to fight back to her feet. Constance tightens the cravaté though, then brings Ashley over to the corner and slams Constance's head into the top turnbuckle with the hold on the neck still applied. COLE A firm focus from Constance here as she tries to work on Ashley's neck. But instead of this slow build, she might be better served going for the kill early, because the winner of this match still has to deal with Molly Matthews straight afterwards. Keeping the cravaté on, Constance turns back to the centre of the ring and presses her foot in the back of Ashley's knee. Eventually, Ashley is forced onto one knee, giving Constance more leverage to work with. Which doesn't help much as Ashley starts to throw elbows back into the stomach of the Minnesota Angel. Eventually Constance releases the cravaté, instead applying a side headlock. Ashley goes to the gut again though, then bringing Constance into the ropes and shooting her across the ring. On the way back, Constance suddenly drops down, prompting Ashley to run and vault over her. Ashley now comes off the ropes, throwing out a Yakuza Kick... ...ducked by Constance, who grabs Ashley's head and snaps her down with a Neckbreaker across her right knee!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Ashley remains seated after the short ride and the bad landing, but is quickly pulled back up by Constance, into a standing headscissors. COLE Package Piledriver! She's going for the Package Piledriver! CABOOSE And when this hits, it will be over! Underhooking one arm, Constance tries for the other. Ashley fights it but finds her arm hooked anyway. So she suddenly lifts back and backdrops Constance over, bridging on top with a jacknife pin... 1... 2... 3!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER Constance has been eliminated! CABOOSE Damnit what the hell!?! Constance kicks out seconds too late, rolling to her knees in shock as Ashley weakly raises an arm to salute her victory. Referee Remsburg confirms it was three and Constance goes nuts, kicking away at the ropes and turnbuckles in a hissy-fit of a rage. But that's not good enough. So instead, she decides to take her frustration out on Ashley, pulling her into a knee to the gut and butterflying the arms. COLE Hey, no! You lost damnit Constance! Somebody get her out of here. The crowd are booing wildly, as Constance folds Ashley up into the box while picking her up off the canvas...and SPIKING her on her head with the Package Piledriver!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" CABOOSE There we go! Package Piledriver, the most deadly move in the Women's Division today! COLE That was totally uncalled for! CABOOSE After all the cheating Ashley did? She cheated to beat Valerie. She cheated to beat Constance. She deserved it. Ashley lies motionless on the canvas as Constance suddenly scampers from the ring, only just avoiding Molly Matthews diving in full speed after her. Backing away with a smirk, Constance makes her exit, while Molly checks on her soon to be opponent's condition. *DINGDING!* COLE Well, there's a bell. And we've got Molly Matthews versus Ashley Street now, the final of the Gauntlet, for the Women's Title. But I don't know if Ashley is going to be in any condition to compete here. She just got dropped straight on her head with that brutal Package Piledriver. Molly backs away from Ashley and doesn't look in any rush to start the match, knowing her opponent is hurt. Bryce seems concerned about Ashley, who is just now coming back to her senses. "ASH - LEY!" "ASH - LEY!" "ASH - LEY!" "ASH - LEY!" With the crowd cheering her on, Ashley tries to get back up as best possible. Her neck is clearly bothering her, but defiantly she makes it to her feet, without the help of Remsburg who stands beside her. Molly watches on meanwhile, as Ashley turns...and tells her to "bring it". COLE Ashley isn't backing down! She wants to fight, bad neck and all! COACH She's either real brave or real dumb. I can't figure out which right now though. Molly still doesn't seem sure though, so Ashley walks over to her opponent and shoves her in the chest, trying to fire Molly up into action. Not knowing what to make of it, Molly looks at Ashley...who SLAMS a forearm into the side of Molly's head! And another one! Molly staggers back into the corner, as Ashley fires off a couple more forearms and attempts an irish whip. The Floggin' One reverses the whip though, sending Ashley crashing into the opposite turnbuckles! Out staggers Ashley, holding her neck, as Molly charges in and executes a Que Se Dora (Wheelbarrow Armdrag)! Molly then waits as Ashley gingerly gets up, before charging in, looking for another. This time though, Ashley drops to her knees, sitting in with a pinfall... 1... 2... KICKOUT! COLE So very close! Trying to ignore the pain in her neck, Ashley grabs Molly for another irish whip, this time getting it. Ashley ducks her head too early though. Molly puts on the brakes in front, lacing around the arm and executing a standing La Majistral... 1... 2... Kickout. Both women come up. Molly ducks her head this time expecting a strike, ending up dropped face-first across Ashley's knee with a facebuster! Molly's head snaps up as a result, leaving her wide open for a vicious European Uppercut! CABOOSE Where the hell is she getting this from? She just got dropped on her head a minute ago! Another European Uppercut follows, but Ashley suddenly stops and drops to one knee clutching her neck. CABOOSE There we go. That's more like it. COLE What sort of compassion is that? CABOOSE That's not compassion, that's Caboossion! With Ashley on one knee, Molly looks to take advantage, charging forward and springing off the knee with a Shining Wiza... ...DUCKED!! Molly stumbles forwards, eventually putting the brakes on and turning around, to be met by a Running European Uppercut by Ashley Street, who makes an immediate cover... 1... 2... KICKOUT! "OOOOOHHHHHHH!!" Dazed but not beaten, Molly catches Ashley on the way up with a forearm to the midsection. And another, allowing her to apply a front facelock. Desperately Ashley charges Molly into the corner, crushing her against the turnbuckles. She then brings Molly back out, taking her over into a Northern Lights Suplex... 1.. But she can't hold the bridge, so has to make a traditional cover... 1... 2... Kickout. COLE The neck wouldn't hold on Ashley Street there. Otherwise she might have had her beat. Favouring her neck, Ashley pulls herself up and encourages Molly to her feet. Up comes Molly, Ashley charging her immediately. But Molly executes a bi paso and sends Ashley hurtling off to the ropes, waiting for her on the way back and intercepting her with a leaping Leg Lariat! Ashley's head snaps back violently and she lies hurt on the mat, while Molly exits the ring and heads up to the top rope. COLE Watch out for Air Molly here! CABOOSE I don't get this move. Why would she go up and take a risk now, when her opponent is clearly there for the beating on the mat? The gutsy Ashley climbs back to her feet, not seeing Molly, who vaults off the top and hooks her legs around Molly's head, snaring her to the side with a beautiful Flying Hurricanrana! Molly lands first, Ashley right on top with the pin... 1... 2... KICKOUT!! "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Molly despairs at the count, but doesn't let it bother her for too long. Climbing to the middle rope, she waits on Ashley to bring herself up to her feet again. Ashley staggers up, suddenly finding a burst of energy to charge towards Molly in the corner. But Molly times her leap and vaults over the top of Ashley, stomping her in the back with both feet and causing Ashley to crash face and sternum first into the turnbuckles! COLE There's a Mushroom Stomp. Great athleticism by Molly Matthews! As Ashley staggers out of the corner, Molly is right there waiting for her. Applying a courting hold on the near arm, Molly cradles the far arm underneath Ashley's near leg and rolls back, tying up Street in a trademark, wacky pinning cradle... 1... 2... KICKOUT AGAIN!! "YYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!" Sensing her plight, most of the fans are getting behind Ashley now, cheering the kickout as Molly tries to hide her disappoinment. She hides it by going back on the offensive, pulling Ashley into a front facelock and turning her back to the corner. Vaulting to the middle rope, Molly then instantly twists herself and opponent around for a Tornado DDT... ...but Ashley suddenly falls back, dropping Molly face-first onto the top turnbuckle!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Desperation counter...but it looks like it worked!! Molly is loopy, stumbling around like a drunk Irishman on St. Patricks Day (ironically enough). Seeing this, Ashley grits her teeth through the pain in the neck and dives forward, zeroing in on Molly's right knee with a dropkick! Molly is taken off her feet and lands face-first on the mat, pulling herself quickly up to one knee... ...which Ashley vaults off... ...and uses to TOE KICK MOLLY'S FACE OFF!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE SHINING I HATE YOUR FACE!! Out cold, Molly flops backwards, spread eagle and easy pickings for a weary Ashley Street cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!!! "YYYYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" *DINGDINGDING!* The crowd come alive as Bryce Remsburg counts the three and calls for the bell, Ashley rolling off of her opponent and clenching her fists in glee. BUFFER Molly Matthews has been eliminated! Therefore, your winner and survivor of the Gauntlet Match...and NEEEWWW OH AY OH AY ESS TEE WORLD WOMEN'S CHAMPION... AAAAASSSSHHHHLLLLEEEEYYYY... SSSSSSTTTRRRREEEEEEETTT!!!! "YYYYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE What a victory, for the returning Ashley Street! Overcoming not one, not two but three consecutive matches to capture the vacant OAOAST Women's Title!! She outsmarted Valerie, outsmarted Constance and then after the sneak attack and Package Piledriver by Constance, she fought through one more match! She defeated Molly Matthews. And she earned herself the title she was robbed of the chance to win first time around! CABOOSE I don't know how, I don't really care how to be quite honest...but she won. And I guess I should tip my hat to her. But I'm not wearing one, so balls to that. As tears stream down Ashley's face, Bryce Remsburg drapes the belt over the victor's shoulder and carefully raises her limp arm in the air, to cheer from the crowd. Back to her senses, Molly embraces Ashley. Before remembering she has a bad neck and backing off hurriedly, instead shaking her hand and conceding that she was the better woman on this night. Molly then leaves, as Ashley looks at the belt in her hands...and, still teary eyed, raises it in the air for all to see! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
