Tony149 0 Report post Posted October 13, 2005 The awesomely bad song titled "Hit Me Verdi One More Time" hits over the loud speakers, and to the jeers of the crowd Hell's Hitmen power walk through the mist hovering around the entranceway. BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall. First, making their way to the ring, from the Depths of Hell, at a combined weight of 687 pounds, the frightening combination of JINGUS and The Sadist -- HELL'S HITMEN! COLE Hell's Hitmen coming in tonight with a lot to prove. Not only are they not satisfied with the matches they've received, or lack thereof, they feel like they've been overlooked by OAOAST match makers. They want higher profile matches, more specifically a shot at the richest prize in tag team wrestling, the OAOAST World Tag Team Championship. Well, they're gonna get their chance to make an impression and move up the tag team rankings with a win tonight. Let's go back up to Michael Buffer. The crowd HOWLS in unison as "Frankenstein" cues up. Frankie joins in on the howling when he and his brother Frank step out onto the stage. The Man of Tomorrow flexes his bicep while little brother Frankie runs around him. BUFFER And their opponents, from the state of Oklahoma, weighing 525 pounds, Frank and Frankie -- the SOONER BRUUUUUISERS! COACH Listen to that ovation, fellas. And it's not some phony ovation made up by play-by-play men not friendly to the camera, it's the real deal, baby. This match is gonna be off the charts. Some might even say a "slobberknocker." Bah gawd! COLE Be nice, Coach. COACH All I need now is the pervert to be fired and TV's sexiest black man would be the star of two primetime shows. Denzel, watch out. First TV, then the silver screen. Frank leans up against the turnbuckles and removes his sunglasses. He drops them on the ring apron and high-fives his brother, who steps outside. On the other side of the ring, to the astonishment of all, Hell's Hitmen trade blows. The Sadist is leveled by a haymaker from JINGUS. He rolls out on to the apron and pulls himself up in the corner, cackling. COACH Haven't they ever heard of rock, paper, scissors? COLE Frank and JINGUS will start out for their respective teams. In my opinion, Hell's Hitmen is the best tag team to never hold the World Tag Team Championship. These guys love pain, especially The Sadist, as the name would indicate. CABOOSE What they need is a manager. The only thing keeping them from championship gold is a lack of focus. COACH And remember, they turned down an offer to join Jim Cornette Enterprises in the winter of 2003. Tell me a Hell's Hitmen team managed by Jim Cornette wouldn't be unstoppable. COLE Oh, they'd be a force to be reckon with. But you're forgetting a key factor in the Hitmen's decision in not signing with J.C.E. After they refused to sign over their tag team title shot to the New New Midnight Expres, Cornette had the Midnights ambush them. I'm sure if that went down today, he'd have the South Central Militia do the dirty work, just like he had them take out the Heavenly Rockers and the Sooner Bruisers at Dirty Deeds. And he's using them S.C.M. the same way he would've used Hell's Hitmen. Cornette's bread and butter is the Midnight Express franchise. if you think otherwise, you're sadly mistaking. * DING DING * COLE There's the bell. Put your seat belts on, fans. I promise you this will be one helluva physcial match. Lots of history between these two teams in our sister promotion in Japan. 5-star classics. I've been told to expect a physical, hard-hitting contest. Frank sizes up the 6'8", 367 pound Devilman. After wiping his hands on his tight black short shorts, the Man of Tomorrow locks up in the center of the ring with JINGUS. He takes the big man off his feet with a single-leg takedown. Frank holds onto JINGUS' left leg and torques the ankle. JINGUS makes use of his 6'8" frame by inching his way to the near side and grabbing the bottom rope to cause the break. JINGUS gets up snarling. Extending his arms out, Frank asks JINGUS to bring it on. And he does. Both combats lock back up. Frank drops to a knee and flips JINGUS over with a firearm's carry. The Big Bad Re-Booty Daddy stays on the offensive, grabbing a wristlock before JINGUS has a chance to get back on his feet. Frank drags JINGUS near his corner, keeping him isolated from The Sadist. Full armdrag and twist. JINGUS responds with a punch square to the jaw. He sends Frank reeling with a series of right hands. The Man of Tomorrow counters an Irish whip attempt. JINGUS chooses to engage in a game of human chess; instead of using his height advantage to groin Frank as he goes up for a leapfrog, he lowers his head and runs through it. Frank catches him on the rebound with a perfectly executed BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! JINGUS sends the Sooners a message by forcefully kicking out. He storms back to his feet and gives the Man of Tomorrow a taste of his own medicine, leveling him with a stiff clothesline, a maneuver the Sooner Bruisers love to utilized. The force behind the blow draws a collective gasp from the sold out Montreal crowd. In the corner, The Sadist puts the boot up for JINGUS to ram Frank head-first. Frank's head snaps back violently. Seemingly aroused by his opponent's inability to fight back, The Sadist cackles sinisterly as JINGUS smashes Frank's head repeatedly into the turnbuckle. Frank is trapped in the corner of Hell's Hitmen. He gasps for air and flaps his arms as The Sadist chokes him from behind with his bare hands Andre the Giant-style. Slick Johnson, better known as crooked nWo referee #2, orders the Hitmen to free Frank from the corner by the count of 5. But four eyes and two growls puts an end to that. Hell's Hitmen go back to working Frank over in the corner. JINGUS hammering Frank in the mid-section with closed fists. The crowd roars as Frankie steps in to aid his brother. He spins JINGUS around and drills him right between the eyes with a right hand. COLE It's chaos in Montreal. All 4 men now in the ring. There's so much action going on I don't know how to call it. CABOOSE Proper considering you don't know how to call it [i]at all[/i]. COACH Frankie and JINGUS beating the hell out of each other with their fists. While in the corner, The Sadist is choking out Frank with that big boot on his. JINGUS ducks a Soonerline and backdrops Frankie over the top rope. Hell's Hitmen kick Frank in the corner until they drop him on his BUTT. Then they take turns brutally kicking him in the face. The referee finally grows a set and pushes the Hitmen back to check on Frank. With the referee's back turned, the Hitmen grab him by the side of his pants and throw him across the ring. COLE Hey, you big bullies. You can't do that to an official. Hell's Hitmen intimate the official from calling a disqualification. In the background, the Sooner Bruisers climb to the top rope of the same corner. The referee shields his face as the Hitmen near. It's their cue to turn around and eat a pair of top rope Soonerlines! COACH Their not standing. "YEEEEEEAAAHHHH!" COACH Now. CABOOSE I bet nobody got that. COLE The near 700 pounds of mass crashing onto the canvas reverberating throughout the arena. We told you this match would be physical and, boy, has it delivered. Hell's Hitmen roll out of the ring to regroup. The Sooner Bruisers soak in the cheerful atmosphere inside. "OW, OW, OW, OW, OWWWWWWWW!" The crowd howls along with Frankie as he runs around his brother. Slick gets the Sooners to back up as Hell's Hitmen are prepared to resume. COLE Intense staredown between the two teams. The feeling out process long gone. It's time to start kicking some ass. And what better two ass-kickers than Frankie and The Sadist. COACH To his credit, despite having the IQ of a 5-year-old, Frankie was one helluva amatuer wrestler. Well, both Sooners were. But this is pro wrestling, baby. Takedowns and points don't mean jack here. And he's up in the ring with one bad mother-- COLE & CABOOSE Shut your mouth. COACH Shaft. HOLLA~! The point: He's one bad dude. Frankie and The Sadist both try to psyche the other out. When neither man does, they step up to mid-ring. The look on their faces says it all. The Sadist burning a hole through Frankie with his piercing, blue eyes. Frankie hanging his tonuge out of his mouth. The "Psycho Gremlin" makes the first move, nailing The Sadist with right hands. The sadistic, cannibalistic, madman isn't even fazed. He cackles. Then rocks Frankie with a YAKUZA KICK. Groggy and a bit jelly-legged, Frankie manages to stay on his feet. But for how long? The Sadist continues to try and rip Frankie's head off his shoulders. Another kick sends Frankie reeling to the ropes. The Psycho Gremlin bounces off and floors Sadist with a Soonerline! "OW, OW, OW, OW, OWWWWWWWW!" The Sadist momentarily blinds Frankie by raking the eyes. He swings and misses. Frankie hooks him from behind, draping The Sadist's left arm over his neck. He falls back and drops The Sadist down on his head, folding him up like an accordion. BACKDROP DRIVER! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" The fans jump out of their seats for a maneuver rarely seen on American wrestling shows. Amazingly, The Sadist gets up near the ropes, grabbing the back of his neck. Frankie uses the ropes to pick up momentum and clotheslines The Sadist to the outside. The Sadist cracks a faint smile as he rises to his feet. The Psycho Gremlin brings the fans out of their seats again as he dives through the middle and top rope and drills The Sadist upside the head with a forearm smash! Frankie runs in place and HOWLS. COACH DAYUM~! CABOOSE I didn't know Frankie had that in his arsenal. COLE Neither did I. These two awesome teams treating us to the type of action our great fans in Japan have witnessed firsthand. It's smashmouth wrestling, and we're proud to be bringing it to you live on TSM. Thank you for joining us everywhere you are. Michael Cole calling the action from Sofa Central with my broadcast colleagues Caboose and The Coach. The referee keeps JINGUS at bay as Frankie dives off the ring apron onto The Sadist, who catches him. The Sadist tosses Frankie over his shoulder blades. Somoan drop on the arena floor. Frankie grimaces while holding onto his stomach. The Sadist steps onto the apron and scales the turnbuckles. FLYING ELBOW DROP ACROSS THE THROAT! Frankie gasps for air. The Sadist sits-up with an orgasmic look on his face. He closes his eyes and winces uncontrollably. His eyes re-open, a demonic look now etched in his face. He punches himself in the GROIN and laughs! Frankie is thrown back into the ring and covered. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! The Sadist goes back to the top. Fully aware that his brother is in trouble, Frank shakes the top rope to buy time. It pays off. Frankie gets back on his feet and nails The Sadist with a punch to the mid-section, causing the big man to crotch himself on the top turnbuckle. The Sadist with a pained smile. Frankie climbs onto the middle turnbuckle and sends The Sadist crashing to the mat with an OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! ONE... TW-- NO, KICKOUT! Frankie sets The Sadist up for an Irish whip, but has it reversed. The Psycho Gremlin sent on the defensive. Both Frankie and The Sadist avoid clotheslines from the other. Frankie, charging full steam ahead runs right into a wicked lariat from The Sadist. The Sadist doesn't let up. He whips Frankie to the corner and follows him in, but hits nothing but turnbuckle as Frankie moves out of the way. Frankie catches The Sadist recoiling off the turnbuckles. Belly-to-back suplex! Instead of going for the pin, Frankie sprints over to his corner and tags in Frank. The Sadist is decked by a running forearm smash to the sternum. The Man of Tomorrow quickly dives on top for the pin right now. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Frank sets The Sadist for a side Russian legsweep, but is caught off-guard by a round of elbows to the mid-section. Like he did to Frankie earlier, The Sadist tries to drape Frank across his shoulder blades, but Frank floats over and waistlocks the big man from behind. The Sadist blocks Frank's German suplex attempts by having all 320 pounds of himself become dead weight. Frank tries muscling The Sadist up but cannot. The Sadist drags Frank over to the ropes which just happens to be in the corner of the Sooner Bruisers. Frankie walks to the center of the apron and drills The Sadist with a couple of Oklahoma rights, stunning him long enough for Frank to take him up for a GERMAN SUPLEX! Frank bridges up with his neck. ONE... TWO... NO! JINGUS comes in and breaks up the count. Frank tries capitalizing on his team's advantage by going up to the top. But The Sadist nearly decapitates him on the way down with a BIG BOOT to the face! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" COLE Frank may be seriously hurt. He may have a concussion, perhaps even lost a tooth. He was attempting a top rope Soonerline but as we saw, it didn't work out the way he invisioned. COACH Of course it didn't work out the way he invisioned. His vision is blurred. The Sadist tags JINGUS in by slapping him across the chest, presumably to jack up the Devilman. JINGUS pulls Frank up by the hair and takes him up and over with a GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! Frankie comes in and kicks JINGUS in the face. The referee escorts Frankie back to his corner. He turns around and sees the Hitmen make another tag. Slick slaps his hands above his head, signaling a tag was indeed made. The Sadist fires Frank to the ropes. Just what Frank wanted -- another big boot. But it isn't just any big boot. The Sadist hits the near side, much faster than another wrestler who uses the same two moves, and drops the leg across the back of the neck! "HO-GAN!" "HO-GAN!" "HO-GAN!" A barage of Hulkamania bandanas are thrown into the ring. The Sadist grabs a handful and stuffs them in his mouth, then spits them out as he rolls Frank over and covers him. ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Frankie pulls The Sadist off his brother. While the referee instructs Frankie to stay on the apron until he's tagged, Hell's Hitman make an exchange. COLE The referee shouldn't allow the tag since he didn't see it. COACH Uh, you wanna be the referee who has to tell either one of those monsters to get out of the ring? COLE Good point. Frank whipped to the ropes. JINGUS sets down, and Frank goes over with a sunset flip, but he struggles bringing the big man down. JINGUS lifts Frank up by the HEAD and slams him to the mat. CLAW SLAM! ONE... TWO... THRE-- NO! Again, Frankie gets involved, coming in and kicking JINGUS in the face. He quickly steps back out, wanting no part of another lecture from the referee. Scoope and a slam from JINGUS. The Devilman gets good air as he delivers a legdrop down onto the sternum of the Man of Tomorrow. JINGUS with a textbook cover -- lateral press, hooking the leg, etc -- but only gets a two count. He scoopes the Okie up and shoots him off to the ropes. JINGUS raises the boot in the air, but Frank goes underneath and catches JINGUS turning around with more of a HEADSCISSORS TAKEOVER than a Frankensteiner, as demonstrated by JINGUS who no sells the move and obliterates Frank with a lariat. Frank brought back to his feet and sent into the corner, JINGUS following in with a big avalanche splash. JINGUS tags out in favor of the fresher man. To pick up more steam, JINGUS grabs his partner and flings him towards the corner in which Frank is positioned. But Frank moves out of the way and The Sadist hits hard in the corner. Frank wipes out JINGUS with a Soonerline! The Sadist stumbles out of the corner, his back facing Frank, who delivers a sick HALF-NELSON SUPLEX! The crowd on their feet, howling in anticipation of the tag. Frankie itching to come in. And...there's the tag! "OW, OW, OW, OW, OWWWWWWWW!" The Psycho Gremlin now the legal man. Frankie rocks JINGUS with a big right hand. Irish whip. Baaaaaaack bodydrop. Frankie follows up by knocking the Devilman off his feet with a Soonerline. The Sadist caught sneaking behind Frankie with a hip toss. Frankie shoves The Sadist into the corner and climbs up on the middle turnbuckle, where he drives the fist into the forehead. ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... JINGUS nails Frankie from behind with a clubbering clothesline. He sets himself under Frankie and pulls him out of the corner in a powerbomb position. The crowd stirs as The Sadist climbs to the top. He leaps...and is CAUGHT in MID-AIR! Overhead belly-to-belly suplex! But JINGUS still finishes off the powerbomb. COLE Oh, my! What a counter! Hell's Hitmen were going to finish Frankie off with their devastating Viya con Dios double-team maneuver, but Frankie countered in mid-air with a release belly-to-belly suplex. COACH Frankie's down as well, Mikey. If they would've hit their move, it would be over. What Frankie did was save himself from getting pinned immediately after the clothesline. JINGUS sees The Sadist lying in a fetal position after taking the mid-air suplex. He starts kicking his own partner upside the head trying to bring him back to his senses. JINGUS picks The Sadist up and throws him down onto Frankie. ONE... TWO.... THREE-- NO! Frank breaks up the pin. JINGUS blindsides the Man of Tomorrow. The two begin trading blows. Each man rocking the other with haymakers. Frank gains the upper hand and sends JINGUS reeling to the ropes, the only thing keeping the Devilman up at this point. The Sadist charges Frank, who hears the rumbling footsteps and moves out of the way just as The Sadist raises the boot and kicks JINGUS in the face! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!" JINGUS tumbles over the top to the floor. Frank drills The Sadist across the back of the neck with a forearm shot. He lifts the 320 pounder up on his shoulders and positions himself near the corner, his back facing the turnbuckles. Frankie goes all the way up and connects with the TOP ROPE BULLDOG! ONE... TWO... THREE! "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!" * DING DING DING DING * BUFFER The winners of the match... THE SOONER BRUUUUUISERRRRRSSSS! Slick Johnson raises the Sooner Bruisers arms in victory. JINGUS pulls The Sadist out of the ring and whallops him with a right hand. The Sadist fires back. JINGUS with a knee to the gut. He grabs The Sadist's by the head and rams him into the ring steps. The Sadist shakes it off and throws JINGUS into the ringpost. He pulls him back and clothesline JINGUS over the guardrail. The fans go crazy as Hell's Hitmen brawl with each other in the crowd. OAOAST security lead by Carl Winslow storm the crowd to separate the fighting partners. COACH What is with that? Are those guys crazy or what? CABOOSE If we thought their attitudes were bad after a loss, imagine what they'd do after a win. COACH Heh. The Sooner Bruisers talk into the cameras, begging for an answer from the South Central Militia. COLE While the Sooner Bruisers wait to hear the answer to their challenge, we still have more to come. Stay with us. We're live from Montreal. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
