Tony149 0 Report post Posted September 15, 2005 Squash match! BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, already in the ring, to my left. Danny Boy and "Scottish" Scott, the E.U.! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The E.U. flash the "peace" sign, drawing more jeers from the American crowd. Danny and Scott taunt the crowd, pinching their noses due to the fans' "smell." COLE As Europeans, I guess Danny Boy and Scottish Scott aren't accustomed to being around people who bathe. COACH On the contrary, M.C. Danny Boy and Scottish Scott aren't accustomed to being around people who are rude. Edgar Winter's "Frankenstein" begins blasting over the loud speakers. The Sooner Bruisers get a nice pop for a team that hasn't been seen in quite sometime. Frankie runs to the ring, slapping his head. Frank stops halfway down the aisle to flex his bicep in front of the camera. He kisses the peak of the bicep, spinning away from the camera afterwards. BUFFER And their opponents. Making their way to the ring, from the state of Oklahoma. Weighing 525 pounds, the SOONER BRUISERS! COLE It's great to see one of the most smashed mouth tag teams in the world today back in the OAOAST. The Sooner Bruisers have spent the past few months competing in Japan, where they were most recently involved in a heated feud with the South Central Militia. As you about to see, the Bruisers made their returned last week to prevent Jim Cornette's New New Midnight Express from stealing the HI-YAH International Tag Team Titles from The Love Doctors. [quote]...Ned steps back in the ring with the TENNIS RACKET. He whallops Dr. Pigley from behind, sending him flying across the ring and rolling under the bottom rope to the arena floor. Dr. Anderson turns around as he sees his partner take the tumble. * BOOM * Dr. Anderson goes down. Ned places Simon on top of Max and exits. The referee turns around and makes the count. The fans booing as Ned ducks down outside with the racket in hand. ONE... TWO... THREE! * Clip * The SOONER BRUISERS appear at ringside. Frank calls Miles over and explains to him what the NNMX did. The crowd jump out of their seats as the referee RIPS the International Tag Team Titles out of the Simon and Ned's hands. The Midnights and Cornette go ballistic as the referee hands the belts over to The Love Doctors! * Clip * The Sooner Bruisers raise the Docs arms in victory. With the racket cocked, Jim Cornette sneaks up behind Frankie. Just as he's about to nail him from behind, Frankie turns around and grabs the racket in mid-swing. He rips it out of Corny's hands and swings for his head, narrowly missing. The New New Midnight Express ambush the Bruisers. The Midnights and Bruisers brawl in the ring, then out, and finally all the way into the crowd.[/quote] COACH The way I see it, it was the NNMX who were robbed. They oughta be the International tag team champions. As any good lawyer would tell you -- and James E.'s got a great set...of lawyers -- possession is nine tenths of the law. Last week's unfortunate events set a new precedent, and that's one of bullying will get you the result of your liking. It's unconstitutional. James E. should take the OAOAST to court in order get the decision overturned back to its original ruling. What's the 9th circuit up to in Cali? Frankie stands on apron, grabbing the top rope, running in place. Frank removes his sunglasses and gently places them on the ring apron. The E.U. try to take the early advantage, attacking Frank from behind. Their strategy very apparent: take out the powerhouse of the team. Danny spins Frank around, trapping him against the ropes. He rocks Frank with stiff European upper cuts, while Scottish Scott gets in blows to the mid-section. They whip Frank to the ropes, locking their hands together. Frank goes under an attempted double clothesline and takes out the E.U. with a diving Soonerline (clothesline)! He scoopes Danny Boy up and fires him across the ring. MILITARY PRESS SLAM! The "Man of Tomorrow" measures up, flexing his right bicep before kissing it and dropping the elbow across the chest for a two count. He picks Danny Boy up by the hair and rams him head-first into the top turnbuckle. Frankie tagged in. "WOOF!" "WOOF!" "WOOF!" The crowd BARKS as Frankie comes in and suplexes Danny out of the corner, BELLY-TO-BELLY-style. ONE... TW-- Scottish Scott breaks up the count. With the look of a small child who's just walked into the room where their parents are fighting, a bewildered Frankie watches as Scott and referee Miles Manchester argue. Frankie finally has enough and brushes the referee aside. Then decks Scott with a hard right hand between the eyes. Frankie grunts as he's drilled from behind with a running knee that sends him crashing sternum-first into the corner. He stumbles out and into a firearm's carry. Danny levels Frankie with a spinning European upper cut. He grabs Frankie's left arm and brings him back to his feet, hammering the arm with single-axehandle smashes. Full armdrag and twist, Danny Boy continuing to pound the arm as he tags Scottish Scott, who climbs to the top. Frankie pulls his arm away and absolutely levels Danny Boy with a Soonerline (clothesline). Danny rolls out of the ring just as Scott jumps off the top, a look of horror on his face as he sees Frankie leap up. Frankie annihilates Scottish Scott with a leaping Soonerline. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" The "Psycho Gremlin" HOWLS. With Scott laid out in the corner, his right hand underneath the bottom rope and his left leg on the ropes, Frankie tags out. Frank scoopes Scott up and shoots him to the ropes. TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM! He twirls his finger in the air, signaling for the Frankensteiner, bringing the roaring fans out of their seats. Frank is jumped from behind by Danny Boy. Danny with a barage of knife-edge chops and European upper cuts. He whips Frank to the ropes. Blind tag made. Danny sets up for a back drop, Frank stops his momentum and clubbers Danny across the back with a forearm shot. He places him between his legs, double underhooking the arms. DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB! Frankie once again wipes out Scottish Scott with a nasty Soonerline. Scott lies in a fetal position, grabbing the back of his neck from the whiplash effect. The Man of Tomorrow kicks Danny Boy out of the ring before hoisting Scott on his shoulders, their backs facing Frankie who is perched on the top. TOP ROPE BULLDOG! "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" ONE... TWO.... THREE! * DING DING DING * BUFFER Here are your winners... THE SOONER BRUISERS! COACH Before we go up to the ring, let's take a look at some of the action we just saw in our PSP replay. A PSP is superimposed on-screen, which airs the following clips: 1) Frank ducking under a double clothesline and taking out the E.U. with one of his own 2) Frank's military press slam 3) Frankie's belly-to-belly suplex out of the corner 4) Frankie Soonerlining Danny Boy and then Scottish Scott off the top 5) Frank with the double underhook powerbomb 6) Tilt-a-whirl slam 7) Top rope bulldog 8) Sooners celebrating in-ring COACH (Voice-Over) The Sooner Bruisers with an impressive win. Let's send it to M.C. in tha ring. The PSP turns off and fades away. Cut to: Cole and the Bruisers. COLE Thanks, Coach. I'm here with the two men who made their return last week on HeldDOWN~!, Frank and Frankie, the Sooner Bruisers. Guys, it's great to see you back. Another team I know is happy to see you back are The Love Doctors. One team who isn't happy to see you back, however, is the New New Midnight Express. And that's where I'd like to start... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Cole and the Bruisers turn their heads to the right. The cameraman shooting on the apron pans over. Jim Cornette, still sporting a neck brace and with his trademark tennis racket, steps inside the ring. CORNETTE Now you wait just a doggone minute. Before the character deflammation begins, as the CEO of Jim Cornette Enterprises there's somethin' I wanna say to you two stupid muscleheads. I don't know if you guys have some kind of death wish, but sticking your nose in J.C.E. business damn sure isn't going to get you off that list. So if you two know what's good for you, and being the fine upstanding businessman that I am, I'll let bygones be bygones and accept an apology. COLE For what? CORNETTE Costing the greatest tag team in the world today the HI-YAH International tag team titles. COLE It was nearly highway robbery! If it weren't for the Sooner Bruisers, the referee wouldn't have known about the illegal tatics your team imployed. CORNETTE Unlike other pro sports, professional wrestling still has the human element. We don't have replay or a Questech-like system that determines whether or not the referee's count the same. Either the referee sees it or he doesn't. COLE And Miles Manchester almost didn't see it. CORNETTE That fossil's so old, that moron thinks glaucoma is a Mexican topping! Now if you'd excuse me, I came here to get an apology. (to the Bruisers) I know you guys are from Oklahoma, so I understand you're a little slow. But I don't have all day. FRANK Me and my brother don't have high regard for punk ass bitches like yourself or the New New Midnight Express, Cornette. "YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!" Cornette scoffs. Hands on hips, bobbling his head. FRANK You see, everybody has it all wrong. They all think what we did last week helped out the Docs. What we really did is screw you and your two bitches up in the ass! "YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!" COACH Cornette is hot now. FRANK Anybody who'd rather beat a woman than sleep with one is a moron. Then again, as I look at you, you seem like the type who'd be more attracted to somebody like that frosted-hair bitch Michael Cole. "HAHAHAHAHA!" CORNETTE Heh. Oh...heh...I see that tramp has another knight in shining armor who wants to ride in and defend the honor of the woman he loves. Well lemme tell you something, punk! Things haven't turned out well for those who have gotten involved in the New New Midnight Express' affairs. Punkmaster P -- gone. The Heavenly Rockers -- dead and buried. Holly-Wood -- on her back, and this time not with her legs spread open. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" Frank grabs Cornette by the throat, backing him in the ropes. Cole tries to reason with him. FRANK Listen up, you sonofabitch! If there's one thing the Man of Tomorrow can't stand, it's one of his bitches being put out of action. While Holly-Wood could be in my bed screaming my name, she's lying in her bed screaming in pain. And it ain't because she's listening to the Heavenly Rockers' lastest album; it's because of you, Singleton and Blanchard. Now bend over and say "aah" because I'm about to shove my foot so far up your ass you'll be diagnosed with foot and mouth's disease, bitch! CORNETTE (gagging) Why don't you pick on somebody your own size? The Bruisers quickly turn around. Nobody. They turn their attention back to Cornette...and are leveled by the NEW NEW MIDNIGHT EXPRESS! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Frank eats a sidekick courtesy of the Handsome Hustler, Frankie a running forearm smash to the throat. The Midnights stomp the Bruisers as Cornette barks orders in the background. Miles Manchester tries to break things up, but the only thing that may be broken is his back following a stiff shot from Jim Cornette's tennis racket. Frank whipped to the ropes. The Midnights lift him up in the air and drop him sternum-first on the top rope. Frank bounces off the top and falls back. Cornette hands Simon the racket, and Singleton beats Frankie down with it. Officials sprint out from the back, many of whom either so old or battered that it gives the Midnights a few more extra seconds to beat down the Bruisers. Once order is finally restored, and with the Sooner Bruisers laid out in the ring, Cornette and the Midnights exit the ring proud of what they've done. COLE They have nothing to be proud of. Attacking somebody from behind isn't something to be proud of. CABOOSE After listening to you and Coachman call the match, let me add by own two cents. Simon and Ned didn't attack the Sooner Bruisers from behind. Those brutes were going to assault a man in a neck brace. Then they remembered what Cornette told them, about how teams who interfere in J.C.E. business end up in a bad way. They got cold feet and were about to leave. But they figured, we're two idoits who aren't going anywhere, why not beat up a manager. It was then the Midnights hit them from the [i]front[/i], defending a defenseless man. COLE You stay silent the entire match just to defend that garbage/rubbish, as they say in your country? CABOOSE A picture is worth a thousand words. The tape proofs what I said to be accurate. COACH And our director is telling us it's time for a break. We'll be back after this quick time out. [B][COLOR=red]DIRTY DEEDS[/COLOR] September 25, 2005 [COLOR=red]LIVE ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW![/COLOR] Call your local cable or satellite provider to order now![/B] Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
