KingPK 0 Report post Posted November 4, 2005 OAOAST HeldDOWN~! Another PPV in the books, so it's time for some hot n' juicy FALLOUT~! Ground zero? Pensacola, Florida. We head inside the arena and Triple Cee! COLE A new era began four days ago at World Without End as we crowned a new World Heavyweight Champion, and that man is Stephen Joseph. We're going to kick things off this week with some words from the new champ. BOOM~! BOOM BOOM~! BOOM~! BOOM BOOM~! MASSIVE BOOM OF DOOM~! CUE : Terrence Howard w/ Shug "It Ain't Over For Me" Look this is my life, and it's a battle within I gotta survive, even if I'm sinnin to win And if I show no remorse I reap the devil's reward He said he'd, give me riches but I'm lookin for more COLE For those of you who didn't buy World Without End last Sunday, your chance to view it on replay is coming up for the whole next weekend on PPV. Don't miss out on your chance to be shocked. BUFFER Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome your NNNNNUUUUUUUUUUUUUU OAOAST WOOOOOORRRLLLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, StttEEEEEppphheeeNNNN JOOOOOOOOOooooooooSEPH! Stephen Joseph Popick, dressed in a white business suit replete with white fedora, steps out from behind the OAOAST Entrance Ramp. He is immediately greeted with a throng of boos. COLE Fans, what you're seeing is indeed true. Last Sunday at World Without End, Stephen Joseph pinned Tony Brannigan and Peter Knight in the Fatal Fourway match to win, yes win, the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship COACH And what a dominating win it was for Stephen Joseph. Cole, you have to admit that going in, HE was the guy with the mark on his head. And yet despite that, he still wins the World Title in convincing fashion, FINALIZING Peter Knight for the 3 count. COLE In case you're wondering, Caboose has left Sofa Central. We all know his feelings on Stephen Joseph. I can't say I blame the guy either. But Stephen Joseph Popick is your new champion, and he's on his way to the ring flanked by THA PUERTO RICAN. Stephen Joseph Popick (w/ PR following, dressed in a black suit w/ black duffel bag) scales up the ring steps and promptly to the turnbuckle, unbuckling the World Title belt and slinging it high for all to see. PR slides underneath the bottom rope as Stephen poses. CROWD: BOOO YOU SUCK JAGOFF! BOOO! HISS! Stephen Joseph Popick scales down the turnbuckle and steps through the ropes, putting the title belt back on over his waist, as a true champion does. He steps to the other side of the ring and asks Michael Buffer for a microphone. COLE First time words from a first time champion... COACH He's waited since 2002 for this moment. He was screwed out of the title by Zack in 2003, and almost screwed out of the company in 2004. Stephen Joseph ::brings the mic up:: CROWD: BOOOOOOOOOoooooO!!!!!!!!! Stephen pauses what he was going to say, and looks at PR. PR shakes his head and wags his finger around his head, as if to say the crowd is crazy. Stephen Joseph Well, isn't everybody a little snug in their britches now that World Without End has come and gone, and I'm standing here with the most important belt in the entire wrestling business, and oh yeah, PR, I'm still undefeated in singles competition since returning. CROWD: YOU SUCK! I HATE YOU! You've got no idea what last Sunday meant to me. It was a moment of redemption, both for myself and for this company. I've have toiled away for years to make the OAOAST great. I have held the United States Title, The Television Title, the North American Championship, The World Tag Team Titles, the Heartland Title, and numerous other belts in my life, but this, this one belt is what it is all about. Not one wrestler comes to the OAOAST without a dream of one day having this very belt strapped around their waist. THE BELT, THE TITLE means EVERYTHING to any wrestler with their salt. It is the ultimate of proof that a wrestler has excelled and will from that point forward, be considered one of the greats. Last Sunday, I joined that great company, that great tradition, and you know how it made me feel? IT MADE ME FEEL PATHETIC! ::Stephen Joseph tears off the World Title and slams it to the ground. Puerto Rico reaches into his duffel bag and hands Stephen Joseph a sledgehammer. Before anyone can do anything about it, he slams the head of the sledgehammer into the 22 pounds of gold that the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title is made out of, cracking and shattering the prestigious 80 year old belt. Stephen picks up the belt after tossing the sledgehammer aside, gold plates falling from the belt onto the floor. COLE NO!! NOOO!! ::The crowd begins to throw trash into the ring:: Stephen Joseph (cont.) Now, as I was saying, it made me feel pathetic that I was linked to that old tradition. A tradition that included AngleSault, Caboose, Zack Malibu, and yes, even Hoff. Now listen here and listen good, because I am ONLY going to explain my actions one time, right here, right now. Throughout the history of this company, before we took on the initial OAOAST, we used to reward the wrestlers who busted their ass, in the ring or in the back, with title shots, new wardrobes, valets, anything to help them get over. Then the AngleSault era occured, and it ushered in a different kind of champion, a different kind of system. Now our best wrestlers don't get title shots unless they kiss the ass of the Executive Booking Committee. We've let politics into the picture. How the fuck else would talentless hacks like Caboose, Cobain, and a freaking WOMAN get the title. Please. You wanna hear a shoot. ZACK MALIBU was boinking Crystal, and her reign was his way of PAYING FOR SEX. I've told you all, time and time again, that ZACK MALIBU is a no good son of a bitch. Well, there you go. He is. It's been high time for this company to return to the ways of its past, to reward those wrestlers who make it worth a damn, and high time to see it grow. And that's why, as I said before, I became the ONLY original OAOAST wrestler to back the Upstarts...well, that's not entirely true...heh. There is... someone else. But that's just said right now to send the Originals into a hissy fit about who can they trust or who they can't. Must suck having a mole in your group eh? Anyways, Puerto's going to hand me a NU! OAOAST World Heavyweight title, which looks just like the old, ORIGINAL ONE. Except its new, its fresh, and its only been worn by one man. Me. I smashed the old belt and replaced it with a new one to symbolize the changing of the guard that is occuring in this hallowed ring. I'll be perfectly honest. I've never felt more privledged in my life than right now, being this company's World Champion. But I'm not going to let the title go to my head, to start playing political games. I'm going to be a fighting champion, and I guarantee there will be a World Title match each week on HeldDown and at the PPV's until, god forbid, I lose this title. Which brings me to tonight, and business at hand. You see, there's one man whom I told I would grant a title shot too if I won. It's the one man who stood by me through everything, who I consider more than a friend, he is family. It is the man I felt deserved a shot at the title, but OAOAST management always had other ideas. Well, now that I'm the Champ, here's the deal. There's going to be a clipboard outside my dressing room each week. If ANY wrestler wants a title shot, sign the damn clipboard. I'll go down the clipboard in order. Except this week. Puerto? ::Stephen Joseph turns to Tha Puerto Rican:: Puerto, you're the greatest in-ring wrestler this company has ever seen. You sweat charisma, and unlike 90% of our retard fans, you actally made something of your life. So like I said buddy, if you want a fair shot at the title, you've got it. TONIGHT. ::Stephen hands the microphone over to Tha Puerto Rican:: PR Stephen, you've got yourself an opponent. I hope you know that I WANT that title, NEED that title, and I won't just lay down. ::Stephen grabs the mic:: Stephen Joseph I'm counting on THAT. May the best man win. ::Stephen extends his hand to Puerto, who looks at it, as the crowd boos for the handshake that's apparent. Puerto pauses for a few seconds, and then shakes Stephen's hand. COLE Sickening. That's all I can say about what that man just did to the World Championship belt. COACH That was a cleansing, Cole. This indeed is the start of a new era. The camera pans down to the shattered title belt as we fade to commercial. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted November 4, 2005 COLE Welcome back, folks. If you've just joined us, you missed the absolute desicration of the World Title by Stephen Joseph. He will make his first title defense against Tha Puerto Rican later tonight, but I still can't get over what I just saw. *dun dun* *dun dun* *dun dun* *dun dun* WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARRRRRRRRRRRE YOU? WHO WHO, WHO WHO! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARRRRRRRRRRRE YOU? WHO WHO, WHO WHO! CSI, Brock Ausstin and Team Heyross walk out to enormous boos, flanked by Rick Heyross. COLE Oh great, my night gets even better. Here comes all the men it took to get the OAOAST Heartland title off of Alfdogg, including the new Heartland champion himself, Chris Stevens! What a disgusting display we saw four days ago at World Without End! COACH Well, that's one man's opinion, Cole! I was thrilled to see the CSI return to full power! COLE What do these guys have to say? Chris Stevens grabs a mic and brings it up to his mouth, but is stopped by the crowd's booing. Heyross grabs the mic from Stevens. HEYROSS SHOW SOME RESPECT, you sons of bitches!!! *crowd boos* HEYROSS Because you're standing in the presence of the BRAND NEW OAOAST Heartland champion, CHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIS STEVENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSS!!!!! *crowd boos louder, as Heyross hands the mic back to Stevens* STEVENS That's more like it. You know, you people never cease to amaze me. We had you ALL FOOLED. Jay, did we have these people fooled or what? They actually thought there were problems within the CSI...when really, it was all just a perfectly calculated plan between myself...Jay...and big Brock, good to have you back in the fold, big man! Stevens shakes hands and embraces Brock Ausstin as the crowd boos some more. STEVENS And of course...Mr. Heyross. Stevens slaps Heyross on the back and hands him the mike as Heyross laughs evilly. HEYROSS That's right, Chris. And LAST NIGHT, when Jay Richards said that the CSI was dead...well, guess what? It IS DEAD!!! COLE What? HEYROSS Because what you see in the ring right now, is THE MOST POWERFUL force in the HISTORY of the OAOAST! JAY RICHARDS!!! *crowd boos, as Richards smacks his chest and holds his arms out* BROCK AUSSTIN!!! *crowd boos as Brock does the Happy Happy Hoss Dance~!* The big man, JUMBO!!! *crowd boos as Jumbo raises his hands and his tongue hangs from his mouth* CHARLIE MOSS, QUENTIN BENJAMIN, TEAM HEYROSS!!! *crowd boos as Team Heyross poses in opposite corners* CHRIS STEVENS, and yours truly, RICK HEYROSS, we give to you, STEVENS! HEYROSS! INCORPORATED! *crowd boos* COACH That's S.H.I. for short, Cole. COLE Well, I got another letter I'd like to add onto the end of that. STEVENS In closing...the CSI may be dead...but it lays right next to the career of you, Alf. *crowd boos as Punishment by Biohazard hits and the S.H.I. clears the ring.* COLE Incredible. Let's move on, quickly. Sunday night, Peter Knight failed in his second attempt to win the World Heavyweight title, once again falling just short of the prize. COACH He's gotta be pissed Cole. God help whoever meets him next in the ring. COLE Also, the Parka was on the losing end of his match, losing the HI-YAH Heavyweight championship to Christian Wright. A Dream Machines reunion has been the big rumor going around the OAOAST and I got word earlier today that Peter Knight was meeting GM Calvin Szechstein. Could this be it? Wait, I'm getting word we might get an answer. Let's go to the back. We go backstage to find Peter Knight walking the halls, wearing a look on his face similar to the one he had on the HeldDOWN after Dirty Deeds. Alongside him, the now former HI-YAH champion, The Parka. PARKA So where are you taking me? KNIGHT I thought about what you proposed last week......and, on second thought; it isn’t that bad of an idea. You and me in the ring together again and after Sunday night, I need an outlet to take my frustration out on again. So, I went to Calvin and told him what I want tonight. I just need your ok on it. PARKA Great, you’ve got it! The Dream Machines ride again! Who are we facing? KNIGHT (trying to hide a smirk) You’ll find out. Right here. Knight stops at a door and knocks. Getting permission to enter, he opens it and enters what turns out to be the office of GM Calvin Szechstein. Calvin looks up from his paperwork and motions for the duo to sit. KNIGHT I told Parka that idea I pitched to you earlier and he’s all for it. CALVIN Really? Parka, you up for this? PARKA Yeah, but what..... KNIGHT Of course he is. C’mon, c’mon, make it official! Parka merely shrugs, motioning Calvin to go on. Calvin shrugs as well and stands (he likes doing that for effect). CALVIN Ok. Next week, the Dream Machines will be together again because, in that very ring........Peter Knight will defend his X-Division championship against........you, Parka. COLE Huh? That’s not what I was expecting. COACH Doesn’t look like Parka was thinking that either. Indeed, Parka looks confused and looks over to his former partner with a puzzled look. KNIGHT What, no good? Wait, did you think we were going to tag again? I told you already, I’m waaaaay past that right now. It was good times, sure, but we gotta move on. We’ve sparred in the ring before and Calvin agrees with me that this would be a hell of a bout. I mean, if you aren’t up to it…. PARKA No, no. I’m just a little surprised, but I accept. CALVIN All right. Good luck and let’s have a good match next week, gentlemen. Knight and Parka stand and shake hands. This time, Knight can’t hide an unfriendly smirk. KNIGHT Yes…..good luck. Fade out. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted November 4, 2005 COLE We are back in Pensacola, everyone. Caboose has rejoined us here at Sofa Central. How are you feeling? CABOOSE I think I vomited three vital organs watching what that son of a bitch did earlier. Let's just get on with this. COLE We're going to the ring for our first match of the night, tag team action! * DING DING * BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall. Making their way to the ring, accompanied by their manager Jim Cornette, weighing 460 pounds, "Sarcastic" Simon Singleton and the "Handsome Hustler" Ned Blanchard, the New New Midnight EXXXpreSSSSS! Jim Cornette leads the New New Midnight Express to the ring admist a chorus of boos as "Chase" plays in the background. Ned doing his best to shield the left side of his face from the cameras, not wanting to show the bandage on his forehead. COLE As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, the "Handsome Hustler" Ned Blanchard sporting a battle scar from his encounter with Logan Mann at World Without End. COACH His encounter? You mean from the sucker punch he took. Logan hit him with a chain-wrapped fist. COLE Some would say Ned had it coming. COACH Others would say it was a cheapshot. CABOOSE For those who don't know what the less fortunate members of Triple C are talking about, order the encore presentations of World Without End that are airing this week and see the return of the Heavenly Rockers. It was one of the most loudest reactions I've ever heard. COLE Not only did the Heavenly Rockers return at World Without End, but it was the involvement of the New New Midnight Express during the Sooner Bruisers-South Central Militia bout that General Manager Calvin Szechstein signed this match for tonight. CUE: "Frankenstein" BUFFER And their opponents. From the state of Oklahoma, weighing 525 pounds, the Sooner BrUUUUisers! The Psycho Gremlin sprints to the ring and runs around ringside while the Man of Tomorrow stops to pose for the camera, flexing his biceps. Cornette and the Midnights bail as Frankie dives into the ring and goes after them on his hands and knees. Referee Nick Patrick stepping in and calming the Psycho Gremlin. COLE Despite a controversial defeat this past Sunday at World Without End, the Sooner Bruisers have shot up the tag team rankings. They're one of the many teams who'd love a shot at the World Tag Team Titles. The Heavenly Rockers being the lastest to throw their hat into the race. After a final strategy session, which Jim Cornette bars the cameraman from filming, Cornette gives his men a pair of high-five's as he exits. On the other side of the ring, Frank psyche's himself up by running in place while Frank stretches -- pulling on the top rope, etc. * DING DING * The crowd roars as we're set to get underway. Frank and Hustler Ned start. The Handsome Hustler taunts Frank by flexing his muscles. As if that weren't insult to injury, he even jiggles his pecs. To the disappointment of fans worldwide, the actions of Ned doesn't result in an impromptu posedown. Instead, Frank wants to lockup. It doesn't take long for Frank to show off his amateur wrestling skills, grabbing a front facelock out of a go-behind waistlock. He brings Blanchard back up to his feet and flips him over with a single underhook suplex. The self-profess "Man of Tomorrow" tries following up with a single-leg takedown, but the scouting reports of Jim Cornette pay off here, as Ned shocks everyone in the arena by hitting 90210 COLE Frank got caught off-guard by the enzurigi. What a huge shocker this would be if Ned is able to finish Frank off so early. ONE... T-- Frank presses Ned up in the air and over Nick Patrick, but the Handsome Hustler is quickly able to get back on his feet and deck the powerhouse with a sidekick. Blanchard struts around Frank, then reaches down and picks him up by the hair, paint-brushing the bleach blond bruiser. The lack of respect fires Frank up, who counters an Irish whip with a Soonerline. Frank drops down and screams in Ned's ear while doing pushups. Blanchard retreats to his corner, reaching up for the tag, which is accepted by Sarcastic Simon. Singleton steps through the ropes, grinning from ear to ear as he points to the "Psycho Gremlin" standing on the ring apron, HOWLING. "OW, OW, OW, OW, OWWWWWWWWWW!" COLE The fans want the tag. Frankie wants the tag. And big brother Frank gives him the tag. The crowd howls in unison as the Psycho Gremlin gets set for action for the first time tonight. Frank rubs his younger brother's belly on the way out. Smirking, Frankie rubs his hands together, ready to go. Collar-and-elbow tie-up into a side headlock. Simon, thinking as through he has Frankie right where he wants him, begins heckling Frank, who smirks back at him. That's when Frankie lifts Simon up and throws him into the corner. Singleton kicks the bottom rope in embarrassment. He wants to lock back up with Frankie. Again, Simon applies a side headlock out of the collar-and-elbow tie-up. But almost immediately Frankie shoves him off to the ropes and knocks him down with a shoulder block. Simon pops up and hits the near side, again being knocked off his feet with a shoulder block. That doesn't stop Singleton from trying a third time, but Frankie is waiting with something different. It doesn't work, however, as Simon avoids the clothesline, both men's momentum taking them running to opposite ends of the ring. Simon tries to avoid running head-on into Frankie by leapfrogging over him...but he gets caught in midair with a POWERSLAM! ONE... TWO-- Simon slides underneath the lackadaisical cover. Frankie nails him getting up with a right hand, backing Simon into the corner and whipping him to the one across the ring, following in with a Soonerline. Simon stumbles out and drops to a knee, shaking off the cobwebs while Frankie pulls himself up onto the middle rope, looking for the top rope bulldog, but Ned sprints over and grabs ahold of the foot. Frankie kicks Ned off the apron. The Psycho Gremlin sets himself on the top rope...and is DROPKICKED in midair by Sarcastic Simon! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" COLE Simon quickly covers. ONE... TWO-- Frankie just gets the shoulder up. Simon stomps Frankie in the sternum before picking him up and ramming him into the top turnbuckle in the NNMX corner. The fans "WHOO" with every knife-edge chop. After an exchange is made, Hustler Ned steps in and works the body and head over with various martial art blows. Blanchard snapmares Frankie out of the corner and connects with a double-axehandle to the back of the neck. Singleton is tagged back in, and he immediately ascends to the top. TOP ROPE KNEEDROP! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Simon scoopes Frankie up and throws him over the top rope to the floor. The New New Midnight Express create a deverison by engaging in a simulating conversation with Nick Patrick about global warming while Corny stomps Frankie outside. It doesn't take long, however, for Frank to go to the aid of his brother, chasing away a waddling James E. who hides behind Ned. COLE Oh yeah, Cornette's a big boy when he's hitting somebody while they're down, but when they're face to face he cowers in fear. COACH You never know when Frank'll go into roid rage. James E. would rather be safe than sorry. The Coach can't believe him. Frank berates the referee as he's ecsorted away, leaving the NNMX to double-team Frankie on the floor. The Midnights scoope Frankie up and drop him throatfirst on the guardrail, then hold him up for Cornette to whack across the back with the TENNIS RACKET. Frank sends the Midnights and Cornette scampering as he frees himself from the referee. The chase leads all 4 men into the ring, with Cornette quickly bailing out and leaving his Midnight Express to take care of Frank. Simon and Ned put the boots to the Man of Tomorrow as he dives into the ring. Frank brought back to his feet and pumpeled in the ropes with punches and chops. The Midnights each grab Frank by a wrist and fire him to the ropes. Frank avoids a double reverse back elbow and then a clothesline, leading to his Soonerlining of Hustler Ned while Sarcastic Simon slides underneath and wipes out Frankie with a baseball slide. Nick Patrick threatens a disqualification if Frank doesn't get out of the ring by the count of 5. Frank grudgingly obliges. Frankie is tossed back inside the ring, where the NNMX make another exchange. Slingshot kneedrop to the forehead by Ned. He follows up with a double underhook suplex for two. COLE The New New Midnight Express with yet another tag. The Sooner Bruisers have yet to make one since the opening minutes of this match. Jim Cornette preaches a certain style. Like a Bill Parcells of the National Football League, who loves to run the ball and wear down the opposing defense, Jim Cornette loves for his teams to work over one man a majority of the match and keep him isolated in their side of the ring. And the New New Midnight Express have done just that so far tonight. TOP ROPE FLYING ELBOW by Sarcastic Simon gets a two count. He brings Frankie back up and rams him into the top turnbuckle, but Frankie glances over at Simon with a smile, having absord the blow. Simon responds with a right hand, then rams Frankie back into the turnbuckle for a second time. Frankie once again absords the blow. He begins ramming himself repeatedly into the turnbuckle before nailing Simon with a right and sending him facefirst into the turnbuckle! Frankie rams Simon in the top, middle and bottom turnbuckles 3 times a piece before driving him facefirst into the canvas for #10. Frankie acknowledges the howls from the fans by howling back at them. As he does so Ned clobbers him from behind with a running kneelift, sending Frankie crashing into the corner. Blanchard rocks the Psycho Gremlin with quick jabs, then looks to whip him to the ropes, but Frankie counters by yanking Ned into his arms and taking him over with a belly-to-belly suplex. With both Midnights down everything is in place for Frankie to make the tag, but as he nears his corner Sarcastic Simon clips him from behind, taking out the right leg, the very leg Frankie uses to spring off of to give his Soonerlines added pop. Simon drags Frankie back over to the NNMX corner and drops a series of elbows across the right leg of the Psycho Gremlin. Frankie tries punching his way out of the hold, but a couple of back elbows from Simon put an end to that. Tag made, the Handsome Hustler stepping back in and draping the leg over the bottom rope, leaping up and crashing all his weight down on the knee. Jim Cornette reaches under the bottom rope and lock hands with Ned, giving him added leverage for his FIGURE-FOUR LEGLOCK. COACH You think Frankie's favorite cereal is Rice Krispies? COLE I don't know. Why? COACH Because his leg's about to go snap, crackle and pop! Bwahahahaha! COLE Ugh! Frank is going nuts on the apron, telling Nick Patrick to turn around. When he does Cornette has already let go of Ned, though he still questions James E., and as one would expect, Cornette denies all charges. Cornette whoops outside, taunting the crowd as Ned SLAPS Frankie, demanding he quit. CABOOSE Somebody should tell Ned now isn't the time to anger Frankie. All he's going to do is revive his fighting spirit. And that's exactly what happens. The adreanline begins flowing. With big brother leading the cheers from the apron Frankie OVERTURNS the Figure-Four. Unlike other wrestlers who continue to hold onto the submission long after it's been reversed, Ned breaks immediately. Blanchard is alert enough to keep his legs wrapped between Frankie's so that he won't escape to make the tag. Ned reaches up and Simon over for the tag. Nick claps his hands overhead, signaling a tag has been made. Simon drags Frankie to the corner ringpost and bashes the leg across it. He then takes Frankie back towards the center of the ring and reapplies the FIGURE-- NO! Frankie shoves him off to the corner with his free leg and Simon butts heads with his partner on the apron. *clap*clap*clap*clap*clap*clap* COLE The crowd knows now's the time for Frankie to make the tag. CABOOSE Can he, though? How much damage did his knee sustained? COACH Not enough as the brain-damage, I guarantee. Frank crawls to his corner, inch by inch on his belly-welly and... ...MAKES THE TAG~! THE HOT TAG~! The crowd erupts as the tag is made, the Man of Tomorrow coming back in and having his way. He decks Singleton with a running forearm smash to the face. Blanchard tries getting in a cheapshot but Frank blocks his punch and hits an inverted atomic drop followed by a Soonerline. Frank flexes the bicep before kissing the peak and drops the elbow down on the Handsome Hustler. Ned rolls out of the ring. Simon nails Frank from behind. Singleton traps the Sooner in the ropes and unleashes a fury of right hands and knife-edge chops, but has his Irish whipped reversed. TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM! COLE You know what's next. The crowd certainly does. Frank scoopes Simon up and fires him to the ropes. THE FRANKENSTEINER! ONE... TWO... THREE--NO! THE SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA hit the ring and attack the Sooner Bruisers. Nick Patrick calls for the bell, and then is decked by Vincent Santana. Marcellus Wallace wails away on Frank while Ned and Vincent stomp Frankie in the corner, all while Jim Cornette directs traffic. COLE Again it's a 4 on 1 attack. The Sooner Bruisers absolutely helpless out there. "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" COLE THE HEAVENLY ROCKERS ARE HERE! Synth and Logan sprint to the ring wielding chairs. The Midnights get out of the ring as fast as they can while the SCM calmly step out like they did at World Without End. An INTENSE~ staredown ensues with the Heavenly Rockers, New New Midnight Express and SCM. Security storms the ring in droves to keep things under control. COLE The situation between these 4 teams is bound to explode. And so will our director if we don't take this break. HeldDOWN~! will return after this quick time out....which will be after this PPV plug and backstage segment. NOVEMBER REIGN November 27th Live Only on Pay-Per-View! ORDER NOW! The camera cuts to the backstage area. Vitamin X and Cuban Wall are there, causing the crowd to boo. VX is doing the Shane-O-Mac Shuffle in his regular wrestling attire. Vitamin X has a serious look on his face. VITAMIN X I still can’t believe it. I had that match won! I had it won! You saw that! Otaku II’s left shoulder was hanging by a thread. You saw that too! And I attacked it! I attacked it! I destroyed it! And yet. He still won. He still won? What the hell? How is that possible? CUBAN WALL I don’t know man. I believe you should have won that match. VITAMIN X Yeah. But, it’s okay. The past is the past. I went to Calvin Szechstein’s office, and he granted me a rematch against Otaku II tonight on HeldDOWN~! CUBAN WALL Nice. That’s good news, bro. Good news. VX Yeah, and tonight, I’m going to beat him. I KNOW for a fact that I’m going to beat him. Nobody, but NOBODY beats Vitamin X, and lives to tell about it! That’s right! I’m going to juke and jive, and BOO-YAH~! Otaku II is met with an Overdose, a Lethal Injection, an X Marks The Spot, or a Leap Of Faith. CUBAN WALL Ha. Ha. That’s what’cha gonna do. VX Yeah. Hey, listen. Wall, can you do me a favor? CUBAN WALL Sure, bro. Anything you need. VITAMIN X Okay. Before my match, can you… Vitamin X looks around, and then whispers something into Cuban Wall’s left ear. Cuban Wall has an evil smile on his face. COLE What could Vitamin X want Cuban Wall to do? COACH I don’t know, Mikey. And quite frankly, I don’t want to know. Vitamin X continues whispering into Cuban Wall’s ear. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted November 4, 2005 COLE Welcome back...hey...what's this? I'm getting word in my headset...the Board of Directors has announced a Torneo Cibernetica for November Reign. What? It's set to feature the women's division talent. COACH What's a Torneo Cibernetica? COLE Um...we'll have more word next week. But, for now, all we know is that the women's division will be featured in a Torneo Cibernetica at November Reign. COACH So are we going to get these odd announcements all night now? CABOOSE Maybe....wait, I'm getting one now. Jonathan Coachman is a big tool and will be replaced by Joey Styles next week. COACH Wha? Again? CABOOSE (Laughs) Ah, I needed that. *KA-CHING!* *Come and take your Vitamin X.* “Bling-Bling” by The B.G. featuring The Big Tymers and Hot Boys starts playing, which causes the crowd to boo. The entrance doors slide open, and Vitamin X comes out, doing the Shane-O-Mac Shuffle. Dollar signs are superimposed over the ramp as VX walks to the ring bobbing his head to the beat of his entrance song *DING DING DING* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 30-minute T.V. time limit. Introducing first. Coming to the ring at this time. From Miami, Florida. Weighing in at 248 lbs. He is the Financial Consultant for The Lightning Crew. VITAMINNNNNNNNN XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!! COLE Well fans, coming up next is a rematch from World Without End. Vitamin X took on Otaku II in a great match that saw Otaku hurt his left shoulder, and yet still fight through the pain to win. Vitamin X demanded a rematch earlier tonight, and Calvin Szechstein gave it to him. CABOOSE Good call by Szechstein. Vitamin X deserves a rematch. He was *this* close to beating Otaku II. Now, tonight, he’ll have a chance to actually beat him 1-2-3! Vitamin X jaws with the fans, and then hops onto a turnbuckle. He crosses his arms in an X. VX gets off the turnbuckle and does the Shane-O-Mac Shuffle again. COACH Vitamin X was shocked at his lost last Sunday at World Without End. He couldn’t believe Otaku was able to pick up the win. COLE Neither could I. It goes to show you just how much heart and courage Otaku has. CABOOSE Oh give me a break. Vitamin X looks to the entrance as “Bling-Bling” by The B.G. featuring The Big Tymers and Hot Boys dies down, and is replaced by “Ashburn” by Hikari. The crowd cheers as sky blue spotlights shine around the arena turning on and off. The entrance doors slide open…and nothing happens. COLE Huh? That’s a little weird. The singer finishes the first verse, which is usually about the time Otaku II comes out, but nothing happens. Vitamin X stands in the ring puzzled. COLE Otaku hasn’t come out yet. Where the hell could he be? CABOOSE He’s probably hiding in the lockerroom! COLE Would you stop? “Ashburn” by Hikari stops playing, as the AngleTron lights up, showing Otaku II lying face down on the ground! The camera pans up to reveal Cuban Wall standing over him, laughing evilly. COLE Oh damnit! COACH The Lightning Crew has struck again! COLE Cuban Wall has knocked Otaku II out cold! The crowd boos loudly. Vitamin X has an evil smile on his face. COLE Why those no good, low life punks! They just did a sneak attack on Otaku II! COACH You think that’s what Vitamin X and Cuban Wall were talking about earlier? COLE You’re damn right that’s what they were talking about! Vitamin X applauds Cuban Wall. The AngleTron goes dark again. Meanwhile, Vitamin X tells referee Mickey Jay to start counting. Mickey Jay says no, but Vitamin X threatens him, so Mickey Jay starts counting. 1! 2! 3! 4! COLE Now what’s he doing? 5! 6! 7! COACH Referee Mickey Jay is counting Otaku II out! 8! 9! 10! MICKEY JAY Ring the bell! *DING DING DING* COLE Now this is ridiculous! There wasn’t even a match! Mickey Jay raises Vitamin X’s arms in victory. The crowd boos. COACH Vitamin X just beat Otaku II without even fighting him! CABOOSE Congratulations X! Way to go! That was a hard fought victory! BUFFER Here is your winner… VITAMIN X If you say “by countout”, I swear to God I will kill you. BUFFER (Gulps) VITAMINNNNNNN XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!! “Bling-Bling” by The B.G. featuring The Big Tymers and Hot Boys starts playing. Vitamin X gets on a turnbuckle and raises his hands in victory. The crowd is still booing. COLE What a jip! Vitamin X can now say he holds a victory over Otaku II! CABOOSE Ha! Ha! Vitamin X got his revenge over Otaku! COLE The bell never even rang for the match to begin, and yet the ref did a 10 count and awarded the match to X! COACH That’s because X threatened him. X also didn’t want Buffer to say that he won by countout. X wants to pretend he actually did beat Otaku! CABOOSE He DID beat Otaku II! You didn’t see the match! It was over in like 5 seconds. Otaku went down hard thanks to X! Vitamin X showed Otaku why he is the X-Man! COLE What? That’s just ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous! CABOOSE Maybe you need glasses, Cole. COLE Ugh! Vitamin X is leaving the ring. He has an evil smile on his face as “Bling-Bling” continues playing. "Stephen Joseph is the new World Champion!" Missed how it happened? Order the replay of World Without End. Check your cable or sattelite provider. A red pyro fountain springs forth from an opening on the staging, as Anything but me by pop diva Lindsay Lohan plays over the loud speakers. The legion of wrestling aficionados gathered at the arena jump out of their overpriced and uncomfortable seats to emit a raucous deep throated cheer for the returning Alix Spezia! As the cheers of the fans, some of whom are waving a COD signs like it's a flag, increases in decibel level, Alix herself steps onto the staging area to soak in the massive display of love. The perpetually perky lass is all smiles, waving to her adoring fanbase. Amidst the swirling of blood red, and bubblegum pink spot lights, Alix struts down the ramp, accompanied by the fan support and her entrance music. While she's walking, Triple C discuss manners of life, love, money, and the cultural ramifications of the NBA dress code. COLE Alix Spezia making their long awaited return to the OAOAST! CABOOSE Long awaited by who? Entering the ring, Alix sports low rise flared and destroyed jeans, and a short sleeve light blue Polo shirt. You best believe she's got the collar turned up, because ladies is pimps to, go on brush your shoulder off. Miss Spezia requests a microphone, and is promptly given one by a ringside attendant who's a dead ringer for Christian Slater. “ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!” Chant the mindless sheep that inhabit the stands. ALIX Before I came out here, I couldn't remember if my name was Margret or Kimmy. But it looks like it's none of the above! Thanks for reminding me! Um, hi. How are ya? How are the kids? I know there are lot of questions on your mind. Like, where have I been? What have I been up to? What illegal narcotics have been up my nose? I know in my absence, you've probably seen me on E! or Court TV a few times, or maybe you were called for jury duty at my trial. So, you've seen me around, but I know you're thrilled to have me back! Ya know, one of the reasons I came back, besides my probation telling me if I don't get a job I go to the slammer, is for ya'll....my fans! All your letters, and your cards, and your pictures, and your um..foreskin, Joe Kitzmiller from Ohio, really meant a whole lot to me. During those long, hard nights, where I thought no one cared about me, all I had to do was pull out the three hundered page snuff story about me that Louis Wilson from Jefferson City, Missouri sent me, and I know that I have the sweetest, most charming, most gruesomely perverted, fans in the world! And there something I need to say to all.... 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... Wanna make her say UHHH NA NA NA NA... COLE What's this? Alix's speech is interrupted by Make her say, the only decent song ever released by c-list boy band O-Town. The spectator's take to booing their lungs out, as Cole rambles about GPX's crushing loss at WWE to the Usual Suspects. Unsure of what's happening, Alix turns her attention to the entrance way. Through the doors/curtain/what have you, steps nefarious evil doer Johnny Jax. The defending Anderson Cup champion is outfitted in an Upstarts hockey jersey, who's logo features two Snakes forming the shape of the U, and baggy orange work out pants. Most importantly he carries with him Alix's stolen trick or treat bag. The man has a microphone, but it's questionable if the heated crowd will quiet their chants of “Johnny Jackass” long enough to let him talk. JOHNNY JAX (casually) I can sit here all day. “JOHNNY JACKASS! JOHNNY JACKASS!” JOHNNY All day. You can to. Ya'll ain't doing nothing with your life. We can run down the whole damn two hours. Ya'll just chanting and chanting away, me just sitting here. Doing nothing. You paid eighty bucks a ticket, just to call me a jackass? That's fine. Money in my pocket. Call me whatever you want. “JOHNNY JACKASS! JOHNNY JACKASS!” JOHNNY (screaming) Okay, shut up! Shut up, right now! I'll go Artest on each and every single one of you! I'll floor you with Ben Wallace style elbows! You hear me? “JOHNNY JACKASS! JOHNNY JACKASS!” JOHNNY (Talking in a comical sophisticated” voice.) Very well. I apologize for my outburst. Feel free to chant whatever you wish. I'm just going to savor the fine candy products I have in this beautifully decorated Bratz trick or treat bag. Boy, I sure am hungry? Hey! Why wait? I'll grab a Snickers!(Johnny honestly puts the half eaten sixth month old candy bar that came from the bottom of Krista's purse in his mouth)......mmmmm, such a delectable candy treat. An orgy of taste, and just like Leon Rodez in one of his videos, my tastebuds are the catcher! Delicious. It's like a chocolate and caramel orgasm on my tongue. ALIX That's my orgasm you're eating! COACH !!!!! The few crowd members who aren't joining Coach in visualizing Johnny eating Alix's orgasm begin to boo Johnny's treacherous behavior, but he's now able to talk over their jeers. JOHNNY (Pointing at Alix) Ain't this lovely? A heroine returning home. That's real swell. Real swell. Bitch, please. What's wrong with ya'll people? Cheering her? Being all happy and whatnot? Clapping for what she gotta say? What she gotta say is the biggest load of bullshit these two ears have ever heard. COLE Jesus, Johnny, let the fans enjoy one moment, without you or the Upstarts sticking your nose into it! JOHNNY Let me spit on this for uno momento. The woman says she thanks you for her support. The woman says the fans mean the world to her. That ain't nothing but straight up lie. If anyone of you buys that, come see me after the show, because I got a bridge I wanna sell you. Let me ask ya'll this; if she cared so much about the OAOAST, how come in the two years she's been under contract here, she's never stuck around longer then five months? That's not even half a year. Gimme a real good answer, don't show me no excuses. What's that sound I hear? Silence. Why? Because there ain't no good answer. You know as well as I do, that there ain't a soul in this arena who cares less about the OAOAST, less about pro wrestling in general, then Alix Maria Spezia. This ain't Cheers. She ain't no Norm. Ya'll ain't gotta be all "ALIX!" whenever you see her. "ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!" JAX You just had to do that, didn't you. See, I've been thinking about this for a while, and I've broke her's and Krista's moves down into a cycle. I call it, the COD cycle. Clever? Peep this: Alix and Krista come in, they leech off the OAOAST's popularity, then they duck out for more "respectable" entertainment ventures. Then what happens? Their status needs a kick in the pants, their agents say they need some publicity, so they come back here, and the cycle repeats. They don't have concern for the OAOAST, for wrestling, or for the fans who pay their inflated salaries. Yet she's the good guy. Cute little Alix. Everybody'll bend over backwards for her. Everybody loves her. Don't we? Don't we all love Alix? “YESSSSSSS!” ALIX I think she's kind of a bitch. But, man, is she a hottie! JOHNNY (voice rising with wicked inflection) I don't love Alix. I hate Alix. I, GPX, the Upstarts as whole, get treated like animals, savages, when we've been in the trenches in the OAOAST nonstop, going to war, putting in work, for over a god damn year! And we get no respect for it. And when we grow the guts to ask for some respect, and try to get what we have coming, ya'll shit all over us. I never skipped out on the OAOAST to peddle self help fluff to overweight soccer moms like that Suzanne Sommers wannabe, Krista Isadora Duncan. I have stood by the OAOAST since the minute, the very minute, look it up on a stopwatch, I graduated wrestling school. This is my life. This isn't no cute little side venture I do when I get bored of showing my ass in FHM. But, I am an evil person. Johnny Jax ain't no good. He's a bad, bad, bad man. Johnny Jax has no morals. Shame on Johnny Jax! What kind of screwed up human beings, are you people? Loveable little Alix rolls into town, and you treat her like the princesses and the knight in shining armor. She's never done anything for this company! Not a thing! I'm starting a revolution! I'm changing the OAOAST! She ain't even smart enough to change a flat tire! This chick ain't no OAOAST hero. You need to be booing her! Boo. Boo now. "ALIX! ALIX!" JOHNNY No, boo! “ALIX! ALIX!” JOHNNY I see ya'll are a little slow, must be why you like her, ya got something common. I said b-o-o! Boo! Boo! COLE Psst, Caboose, I think he's calling your name. “ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!” JOHNNY All right. Lemme switch my style, try something different. Ya'll like a winner right? People love a winner. Ya'll think that Alix and Krista are winners, so you cheer them. If she was Sk8er boi Marv, who'd give a shit, if she came or went? But the woman's no winner. Not at all. She's a choke artist. Alix, I remember your last appearance in the OAOAST.... ALIX (playing with her cellphone, not paying attention to Johnny) Behind these Hazel Eyes or Sole Survivor? JAX Woman, what is your issue? ALIX Nothing! I'm trying to pick a ring tone. Just do whatever, dude. JOHNNY You stepped into the ring with the Midnight Express, who I'm no fan off, and ya'll choked hard. Now, coming off that failure, you roll back into my hood, into the house GPX built, and you and Ellen.. ALIX Ooh, an Ellen joke! Very, very, creative, Jimmy. It's because they're both blonde, isn't it, Jimmy? JOHNNY I'm Johnny. ALIX Then which one's Jimmy? JOHNNY (yelling) There ain't a Jimmy, sister! There is just Johnny, and Scotty! ALIX What happened to Jimmy? I miss him. JOHNNY Ugh! I can't do this anymore. You're driving me crazy! Ya'll ain't welcome here, ya'll ain't never gonna be welcome here. You don't need wrestling like we do? Then there'll be no problem with you leaving. Back the hell on up before you get smacked the hell on up. Hear me? ALIX Wow. Gee golly, Johnny! I kinda get the feeling you don't like me a whole bunch. JOHNNY I don't. The OAOAST needs you around like I need a case of the clap. ALIX Well, Johnny in order to get the clap, you'd have to have sex first. And seeing that you're the only guy I know who's currently lactating, your options for sexual partners may be a wee bit limited. Now, I'm sorry that you feel this way about me. You're right, Johnny, maybe I'm not here that often, maybe Krista and I aren't always around as much you'd like, but at least, because we expand our horizons, our fanbase, unlike your's, doesn't consist solely of candidates for MTV's Trailer Fabulous. (Alix ashes her “flaming” index her finger on her BUTT, to show that Johnny just got burned.) ALIX And if we want to talk about choking, then maybe just maybe we want to talk about your performance at this year's Anglemania. How bout that, Johnny-BUTT? Who did you face again? You know my memory is bad, one of the primary side effects of having a mother who sniffs Raid when she's pregnant with you. Can you remind me? JOHNNY You know damn good and well who I faced, bitch! ALIX I really don't! Honest engine! Maybe, one of these beautiful fans can help! And I mean beautiful on the inside, because most of you need to see if Doctor 90210'll make a housecall! (Alix departs the ring to seek the answer from the morbid collection of bottom feeders, street urchins, and natural born losers that make up the OAOAST's fanbase.) ALIX No, too fat...If I was looking to cast the lead role in the Elephant man, then yes.....No...They let you out of the zoo? (She stumbles upon a round woman with rosy cheeks, a lazy eye, and obvious hair plugs in the first row. Sadly, she's the best looking person in the arena.) ALIX Ma'am, what's your name? WOMAN Layla. ALIX Layla? Like the song! LAYLA ? ALIX You know, Layla, ya got me on my knees. layla...No? Not an Eric Clapton fan? Layla are you excited to be here in the city that we're currently in, who's name I forgot? “Pensacola!” screams a fan. ALIX No thanks. I'm not thirsty. Layla, are you enjoying the show? LAYLA Not really. ALIX That makes eighteen thousand of us! Who's the guy next to you? LAYLA (sadly) My husband. ALIX Gawd, I'm so sorry. LAYLA Not as sorry as I am. ALIX Anywho, Layla, you and me are gonna play a fun lil game. Unlike the games I played in college it doesn't end with me going to pay a visit to old mister coat hanger, if ya know what I mean. The game is a personal, personal, favorite of mine. It's called Kill Johnny Jackson's heat. I'm like a sensei at it. Like Splinter. Only I'm not a rat. Well, at least not in that sense. And my mom flushed my pet turtles down the toilet in a cocaine fueled rage. Anywho, what ya gotta do is by the end of this segment, is ya have ta render Johnny-BUTT up there totally ineffectual as an upper midcard heel. Make it so that he couldn't get heat if he was thrown into a furnace. Are ya ready ta partaaaaaay!!!? LAYLA I suppose. ALIX Oh yeah, babycakes! So tell me, dear sweet Layla, who did the Global Party Exchange face at Anglemania? LAYLA Uh, you and Krista? ALIX Layla, you're so turning me on right now. And what was the result again? LAYLA You won? ALIX (fanning herself) Gawd, I'm gonna need a new change of underwear pretty soon, Layla. We did win, didn't we? And who did everyone think would win? LAYLA (inching way from Alix) Um, GPX? ALIX Oh, Layla, I need feel the pleasure of your body against mine! If GPX said they were going win, if everyone thought GPX was going to win, and GPX didn't win, then what in tarnation did GPX actually do? Think hard. The destruction of Johnny's wrestling career rests in your answer! LAYLA They choked? ALIX No more words, Layla! We've got love to make! Unleash the spirit of the savage sex goddess within me! A gold star for you, my lady! (As Alix actually puts a gold star sticker onto Layla's nose, young Johnathan rips off his eighty dollar hockey jersey and violently discards it to the floor.) JOHNNY JAX (staring at the ground, pulling his hair out with his free hand.) Enough of this crap! I'm not going through this again wit' you. This problem is gonna get squashed before it can even jump off. We bout to see who's bout to get choked and who's bout to get choked. Get me a referee right now. I want a match. I will march down to that ring and punch on the both of you like your last name was Everlast. Understand me, bitches? ALIX Wait, wait, wait at a minute, Mister Postman, you wanna fight Layla to? I dunno if the company's insurance will cover that.... JOHNNY (laughing, because the thought of fighting a fan is rather comical.) Uh..no...yeah...um...I'll fight you both in a handicapped match. (now he's coming around to the idea of battering a helpless women) An example's gotta be made! The world's gotta be shown that it don't matter if you're a wrestler, announcer, referee, staff, or fan, if you stand in the way of the Upstarts, you stand to get beat. LAYLA (shaking her head) No way! I don't know how to wrestle! ALIX That's a-okay! Neither does Zack Malibu and he's a two time world champion! (Alix does her little “burn” taunt again.) COLE Um, I guess that settles it. When we come back, Alix Spezia and Layla, not Krista Isadora Duncan, but Layla a fan with no wrestling ability, will face off against Johnny Jax, two time tag team champion, co-winner of the OAOAST Anderson Cup, founding member of the Upstarts, and man who can bench press twice his weight. (A BREAK) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted November 4, 2005 COLE We're back on HeldDOWN! This handicapped match is brought to you by Elegance a new fragrance by Krista Isadora Duncan. And this oddball contest sees Johnny Jax squaring off with a returning Alix Spezia and a.. CABOOSE A country cow. COLE This an impromptu match, made just moments before break. Please excuse the logic gap of us being able to secure a sponsor for a match we didn't know would take place until two minutes ago. Alix isn't even wearing her normal wrestling tights. She looks more like an Abercrombie model. So does Johnny for that matter, but at least he's in actual athletic gear. In the battle field, the longtime adversaries meet in the center of the ring. The crowd is understandably abuzz at the in ring return of one of their favorite grapplers. But before their lust for Johnny's blood can be satisfied, Alix strangely extends her hand in friendship to Johnny J. The cuter half of GPX is rather skeptical of the offer from the offer of the cuter half of COD. And with good reason, as this gesture flies in the face of the twenty minute promo they just worked. Thinking Johnny is too dumb to get her gesture, Alix screams like a banshee for him to shake her hand. Just to get Alix to end her ear splitting shrieks, Johnny agrees to shake hands. However when he puts his hand forward, Alix pulls her's away and stomps on Johnny's vintage Air Jordans! “OUCH!” Jackson bellows, hopping around like a two ton anvil was dropped on him, rather then the foot of a one hundred thirty pound woman. “What the hell?” He hollers at her. “Johnny, I'm so sorry.” Alix puts on her innocent puppy dog face. “I don't know what came over me! Really, let's shake hands. I want to be friends!” Either being one of the most gullible people on earth, or having a god awful short term memory, Jax lets bygones be bygones, and shakes Alix's hand. However, her free hand slaps a wad of spit right out his arrogant mouth,to the audience's delight! “AH!” Johnny whines, amid chants of “ALIX! ALIX!” “Okay, okay, okay. I quit. I'm sorry. I'll stop. Let's really shake hands. I won't do anything. Scouts honor.” To properly convey her desire for peace, Alix points to her chest, points to Johnny, then draws a heart in the air with her fingers. Alix + Johnny=love. AWWWW! Ain't that just the cutest thing you've ever read? Even Jax's blackened heart is warmed by such a loveable display. As such he once again shakes her hand. And they shake. And they shake. And they shake some more. And Johnny gets a little creeped out because Alix won't let go of his hand. And finally Layla gets the hint, sneaks into the ring and stuns poor Jackson with a low blow! The spectators are head over heels in love with the sneak attack. COACH Talk about fan participation! Utilizing the element of surprise, Alix goes for a snap DDT, but Johnny recovers quickly enough to shove her into the ropes. On the rebound she leaps upwards for a Booker T style side kick! Jax ducks her comparatively leg, and lets her sail overhead. He spins around to unleash a roaring back elbow on her, but finds himself floored with a well placed leg lariat! After smacking the hard as granite mat the groaning youngster rolls onto his abs of steel to shield his aching face. Alix takes advantage of his exposed backside, by jumping up and coming down on him like Super Mario onto a Goomba, nailing him with a nasty double stomp right to the back of the head! Poor Johnathan, in dire need of an Aspirin, turns onto his back, which allows Alix to drop down on him for a pin attempt. ONE TWO NO “BOOOOOO! HISSSSS!” Both cruiserweight competitors get to their feet, Johnny defying logic by standing up quicker then Alix. His muscular arms whip our feisty heroine to the ropes. Upon her speedy return he shoots her remarkably high into the sky with a flapjack. But the beloved brunette, lands on his broad shoulders and enrages him by hitting a gorgeous hurricanrana! Or does she? No she doesn't, because Jax, spelled with one x, smartly lands her on the mat and turns the tables, by transforming her hurricanrana into a lion tamer, spelled with zero x's. Despite the fact she's in a move so lethal that it ends most matches, Ally Cat has little trouble making her way to the florescent orange ring ropes, forcing the Upstart to break his hold to the joy of the fans. COLE It's great to see Alix back! COACH And it's great to see Alix's backside. Girl, watchu gonna do with all that junk? All that junk. All that junk inside your trunk? Outraged at not scoring a submission, Johnny grabs Al by her short coffee colored hair and drags her to her feet. He unloads a batch of unprintable obscenities at her, before Irish Whipping her away. However, Alix reverses the most nonsensical move in wrestling and sends the teen idol running across the ring like a buffoon. Said buffoon encounters a fist to the face courtesy of Porky Pig...excuse me, I mean Layla. This attack from the beastly woman who looks nothing like the one Eric Clapton envisioned when he wrote that song, pops the audience. CABOOSE Well, she's picking up the nuances of tag team wrestling very quickly. Johnny's face turns bright red as he screams at the fan, “You done set it off now, you fat...” Before a grizzly fate can befall the middle aged mother of two, Alix surprises Johnny with a forearm to the back. No one knows why, when Johnny's back was turned, Alix hit a forearm and not a more punishing move. But Alix is good looking so the fan's applaud anyway. Johnny staggers away from the Los Angeles native, but she stays with him, and locks on a sleeper hold. Fortunately for the heat of this match and the ratings of this show, the hold doesn't stay on for more then ten seconds, as the energetic hip-hopper reverses it into a back body drop! Alas, agile Alix slips out of the move and lands on her flip flops, to the immense displeasure of the lone Johnny Jax fan in the 78th row. Alix rushes to the ropes, bounces off, and comes back at John with several heads worth of steam. But Jax has danced to this music before, and is patiently waiting for his tango partner. He tags her right smack in the jaw with a stupendous super kick! The lone Johnny Jax fan ejaculates. So do I. COACH If you look closely you can see down Alix's shirt. What you gonna do with all that breast? All that breast inside your shirt. Assuring himself that the outcome of the match is academic after that spectacular move, Johnny goes for a cover. Before the official's small mind can even think of counting, a walrus waddles into the ring and breaks up the pin! I'm sorry that's not a walrus, that's Layla. Silly me. Layla's interference elicits the ire of the hot headed Upstart. Fuming, his Air Jordans carry him to her before she can escape the ring. He grabs a fist full of what little hair she has on her balding head, while her husband in the front row takes a nap. The worried audience pleads for Johnny to let Layla go, but their begging only makes him more determined to inflict massive damage! COACH Johnny, my brother, let her go! That's my rat for the night! Fortunately for Coach's insatiable libido, Alix saves the day with a low blow! After two stiff low blows it's doubtful if there's any Johnny juniors in Jax's future. The fashionably dressed fighter hauls her unfabulous foe into an unprettier set up. Fraught with fear, Jax furiously worms his way out of the deadly hold, then angrily shoves his smaller rival to the ropes. Alix, mighty upset at having her Unprettier blocked, runs back at Jax with the nastiest clothesline she can muster. However Johnny is quick to duck it! His avoidance carries catastrophic after affects as Alix comes dangerously close to colliding with Layla! Fortunately Alix holds up before The Super fan, who's gone pale from fear, can get her head taken off. Although a headless Layla, might be an improvement over the current version. That is one ugly bitch. Someone take this cow to the slaughter. Just as she's apologizing for nearly breaking her partner's nose, Alix is nailed in the back with a beautiful flipping drop kick by Johnny! This sends Alix stumbling forward, and she's unable to stop herself from running into Layla! OH NOES!!!! After getting hit by Alix, Layla's portly frame tumbles through the ropes to the unforgiving onyx colored mats on the outside! At the point of her landing The Weather Channel issues reports of an earthquake in Pensacola, FLA! Layla's husband does not seemed to be overly concerned that his beloved wife could have suffered a broken neck. CABOOSE Don't say anything, Cole. Alix wasted time, and knocked her own teammate out of the ring. Let's call this match in a fair manner. Back in the ring with the legitimate wrestlers, Johnny flings Alix backwards with a potentially devastating German Suplex! But the guilt stricken diva does a backflip that would make Mary Lou Reton green with envy, and lands squarely on her feet. With the crowd firmly planted on her side, she charges at Johnny! But the young lion lowers his body and successfully captures his flighty gazelle with a snap Northern Lights Suplex. Into a bridge! 1 2 KICK OUT! “ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!” Jax shoots the unnamed referee a nasty glare, but decides against further pursuing his grievance against the count. COLE I don't know if that was necessarily a slow count. But in fairness the official dropped down to make count slower then we'd expect from our referees. Both on their feet, they engage in a slugfest, exchanging punches like currency. This doesn't last for more then a mere eleven seconds, as neither fighter will ever be accused of being a master pugilist. Alix whips Johnny into the black padded steel turnbuckles! Exhausted, Jam-master Jax crumples to the mat in a seated position, where the cheers of the crowd, coupled with the knowledge that he's lost control of this match aggravate him to no end. Alix points her finger into the air, and gyrates her hips, her signal for a bronco buster (or face full of yak if you're Stevie Ray). The forthcoming move whips the crowd into a frenzy ,and alleviates most of Jax's displeasure. Normally he has to get a girl pretty drunk to get this rough with him. However, Jax's broad smile soon morphs into an alarmed frown, as he sees a rejuvenated Layla passionately beg Alix to let her perform the bronco buster! Alix shrugs and gives the former GPX fangirl the thumbs up, and the audience pops once more, but for an entirely different reason! COACH Shucks! I would've gone to wrestling school if I knew I could get action this hot. Johnny, not wishing to have his face crushed by two hundred plus pounds of Grade A beef, pleads for some semblance of mercy from his cruel tormentors. His appeal lands on deaf and unsympathetic ears, as Layla rumbles like a bull towards the youthful grappler. With the fans at a fever pitch (not the terrible Jimmy Fallon movie) Layla leaps into the air and crashes her rotten fish smelling, nasty, foul, diseased ridden crotch into Jax's sobbing face! His pleas for the arrival of death's sweet embrace are buried underneath the noisy roar of the fans, and Layla's thick rolls of stinky, sweaty fat. Eyes closed, and her lips formed into a pleasured smile, Layla rhythmically grinds her moldy nether regions into John's face, all while smacking her pock marked ass that jiggles like a jello mold. COACH SHAKE THAT LAFFY TAFFY, GIRL! Finally Layla dismounts her stallion. Johnny staggers to his feet, the ordeal causing him to question the existence of Jesus. Vision blurry as if he'd lost his contacts he walks right into wicked roundhouse from Ally Cat. Fortunately, and I do mean fortunately, Johnny still has the wits about him to duck the move. The crowd lets out an OOOH because if that kick had met it's target, The Upstarts would be looking for a new member, as well as for Johnny's displaced head. Not put off by her kick's failure, Alix stays on the attack by hurling him into the ropes. The disheveled warrior, who now looks ten years older, tries something smart on his return, dropping to his stomach and sliding through Alix's open legs. But the California girl is a wee bit smarter then she lets on, and kicks her right foot behind her to block his path. As you can imagine, this leaves Jax in an unenviable predicament! You can almost hear the cries of the Upstarts from the locker room, urging him to stand up and fight back. Johnny's face is saturated with panic as Alix bends over and hooks him into a rear waist lock. Showing amazing strength for someone who may not even out weigh the common bird feather, Alix scoops Johnny into the air! Panicked at encountering a gruesome end, Jax frantically kicks his body against her's, loosening her grip. Spezia grimaces in pure frustration, while he uses his arms to hook her into a diamond cutter set up. In one vitally quick motion, Alix breaks her waistlock, then shoves Johnny into the ropes, ending the diamond cutter effort, but losing her German suplex as well. Double J comes back to her, and she takes out years of anger at the male gender on him with a hard toe kick to the breadbasket. With JJ doubled over, Alix sets up for her version of the always impressive sunset flip pile driver, bringing the spectators to their feet! However Johnny utilizes his considerable upper body strength to stand up and propel her overhead! But Grrrl Power again prevails in this sequence of reversals, as Alix lands with her feet on the ropes. She flips her brown hair out of her steel grey eyes, before springboarding back at Johnny with her second hurricanrana! But Johnny holds on tight, seeking to turn it into a most annihilative powerbomb! COLE Stay tuned for the conclusion of this match! COACH Don't you dare go to break, asswipe! The fans let out a full-mouthed cheer, as ol' jelly-belly Layla gets into the ring, and clips Jax's knees! The teeny bopper collapses to the ground, involuntarily dropping the other teeny bopper right on top of him into a pinning situation. At the rude requests of the crowd, the ref drops to the mat and makes the count! CROWD 1 Alix reaches back and hooks Jax's left leg. CROWD 2 CROWD 3!!!!!! Alix's music kicks up, but it certainly isn't loud enough to eclipse the noise of the cheering fans, who are tickled with delight at seeing the returning superstar pick up the win over the abhorred hooligan. COLE How about that? Alix Spezia coming back to the OAOAST, teaming up with a random fan, and striking a blow for women's lib! CABOOSE What? COLE I don't know! As Alix has her hand raised, Layla begins excitedly jumping up and down in celebration. The rhythmic jiggling of her elephantine rolls of sweet supple fat, hypnotize half the audience into a trance like state. Johnny, for his part, storms out of the ring screaming about being cheated, and being suckered into a match he wasn't prepared for. At least he still has the Bratz trick or treat bag. His only regret is that it's not a Bratz's babies trick or treat bag. COACH I know she and Krista, because of their mouth have made enemies you don't want to make. Just because you've got a mouth doesn't mean you have to talk with it. The Coach has a long list of things those fine honies can do with their mouthes besides talking. And if you're a good boy, Mikey, I may let you watch and learn. You gotta know how to please your man if you wanna keep your man, brah. CABOOSE Can I hit him? Please tell me I can hit him. Put a Popick mask on him and give me my cricket bat; I'll be the happiest announcer in the world. COLE All right, all right. ....... I'll get the mask. We'll be back with Team Heyross in action! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted November 4, 2005 Punishment by Biohazard hits and Team Heyross walks through the curtains, flanked by their manager Rick Heyross. BUFFER The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, with the winners to receive an OAOAST World Tag Team title shot on next week's show! Introducing the first team, accompanied by their manager, Rick Heyross! At a total combined weight of 480 pounds, here are two of the greatest amateurs in the world, and members of the newly formed STEVENS/HEYROSS INCORPORATION...CHARLIE MOSS, QUENTIN BENJAMIN, TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAM HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS S!!!!! COLE As Team Heyross makes its way to the ring, you heard Michael Buffer, the winner of this tag match will receive a World Tag Team title match next week! COACH And wouldn't that be something for Team Heyross. This is their second match here in the OAOAST...next week, they could be holding the richest tag team prize in our sport, just three matches into their careers with the company! Both members of Team Heyross jump over the top rope into the ring simultaneously and begin warming up, as God of Thunder hits and Thunderkid and Reject come through the curtains, with noticeable cheers mixed in with the usual boos. BUFFER And their opponents...they weigh in at a combined weight of 475 pounds...first, hailing from Green Bay, Wisconsin, here is a former OAOAST North American champion, and one of the most well-rounded superstars in the business today...THUNDERKIIIIIIIIIIIID!!!!! His tag team partner hails from New York City, and is a former OAOAST X champion. One of the best high-fliers in the world...RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEJECT!!!!! COLE Thunderkid and Reject getting a nice reception from *some* of these fans here, I guess the good guys by default in this match in their minds. COACH But you know as well as I do, Cole, they'd trade in every one of these cheers for another crack at Zack and Leon! COLE Oh, no doubt about that. Team Heyross pounces TK & Reject as they slide into the ring! *DING DING DING* Team Heyross starts trading blows, a strategy which is quickly turned around on them as TK fires off rights on Benjamin and sends him into a corner, while Reject does the same to Moss! Reject backs up and charges Moss, who catches him with an elbow, sending him to the mat next to the ropes. Moss then drops down and locks hands with Reject, who uses his feet to push Moss up, right into a crotch-first position on the top rope! Reject then runs to the ropes, and sends Moss off and to the outside with a spinning heel kick! COLE Moss to the floor, and Team Heyross in trouble early here against their more experienced opposition! TK hits a big overhead belly-to-belly on Benjamin, then he and Reject send him out to the floor with his partner, courtesy of a double clothesline! Reject climbs the top rope as TK goes to the apron. COACH Could be a Rocket Launcher coming here to the outside, Cole! And indeed, TK meets Reject at the corner and presses him off onto Team Heyross! TK then climbs into the ring and scales the top himself...and comes off with a SHOOTING STAR PRESS into the crowd of wrestlers!!! COACH OH MY GOD!!! COLE That's 250 pounds flying through the air, in a Shooting Star Press from the inside out, Coach! COACH Only in the OAOAST! Crowd starts a brief "HOLY SHIT" chant as TK slowly makes it to his feet and tosses Moss into the ring. TK hits Moss with an inverted Falcon Arrow! Cover... 1............. 2............................ Kickout! COLE First cover of the match, and a two-count for TK on Charlie Moss. TK quickly tags in Reject, then applies a Hangman's hold on Moss. Reject measures Moss, and hits a STIFF buzzsaw kick to the midsection as the crowd groans in pain! COLE WOW!!! COACH Man, WHAT impact on that kick by Reject, and who knows, Moss could have broken ribs here! Moss rolls around on the mat clutching his midsection, then Reject straightens him out and drops a snap legdrop! Reject covers... 1............... 2.......................... Kickout by Moss! Reject gives Moss a gutwrench suplex, then tags in TK, who holds Moss back for a savate kick before Reject exits the ring. COACH Quick tags between TK & Reject, and Charlie's gotta be feeling like Kate Moss right about now! He needs to make a tag! TK hits a backbreaker on Moss, then applies the knees to the back and rolls Moss over in a bow-and-arrow hold! COLE Submission hold applied! COACH And if there is in fact something wrong with Moss's ribs after those kicks, this obviously can't be good for them! The referee checks Moss, but he's too close to the ropes, and is able to grab one with his hand. TK holds on for a four-count, then releases. He then picks Moss up and drops him with a back suplex, and tags Reject again. TK grabs the arms and legs of Moss and lifts him in a pretzel hold, as Reject kicks him in the head! TK drops Moss to the mat after another four-count. Reject then runs to the ropes, only to have Benjamin pull them down and send him crashing to the floor! COLE And look at this! Referee is trying to get TK out of there, and he inadvertently caused his partner to get into trouble! COACH Smart move by Quentin to pull that top rope down! Heyross lays in some kicks on the floor, and is almost caught by the official, who sends him back to his corner. Reject attempts to slide back into the ring, but is stomped by Benjamin, who was tagged in in the confusion. Reject falls back to the floor, then Heyross, using every athletic element in his fat little body, tosses Reject into the steps!!! COLE HEY!!! The referee saw that one! And in fact he did, because he jumps out of the ring and promptly ejects Heyross from ringside! The crowd pops HUGE, and Heyross and his clients go ballistic. COACH Wait a minute, the referee can't do this! COLE What are you talking about, he just did! COACH No way! Rick Heyross has a manager's license, he has every right to be down at ringside! COLE However, he has NO right putting his hands on any of the opposing superstars! Moss gets off the apron still holding his midsection slightly and rolls Reject back into the ring. Once in, he's met with a snap suplex! Benjamin covers... 1............. 2......................... Kickout! COLE Rick Heyross has been ejected from ringside, but he was out there long enough to make a difference in this match, as now it's his guys with the advantage. Benjamin whips Reject into the ropes, and hits a Frankensteiner! He then tags in Moss, who picks him up and hits a trapped-arm belly-to-belly suplex! Moss covers... 1.................. 2.............................. Reject kicks out again! Moss picks up Reject, and drops him throat-first on the ropes! He then tags Benjamin, who runs to the far side as Moss lifts Reject in the air, and leaps over the shoulders of Moss onto the back of Reject! COACH Nice double-team move by Team Heyross there! Benjamin chokes Reject on the ropes by pushing his knee into the back of his head! The referee counts, and Benjamin releases at four. Moss jumps off the apron and does some more choking as the referee restrains Benjamin. This draws TK into the ring, and the official meets him as Moss slides into the ring, and he and Benjamin quickly hit a DOUBLE GOOZLE on Reject! Benjamin covers, as TK gets out and the referee counts... 1.............. 2............................. But Reject kicks out yet again! COLE Despite all the double-teaming, Reject still refuses to stay down for a three-count! Moss lifts Reject into a vertical suplex, and hangs...then drops down! Moss then ascends the top rope, and comes off...right onto the raised boot of Reject! COLE Now is Reject's chance to make a tag! COACH But Moss landed too close to his corner! Moss is easily able to tag Benjamin in time for him to stop a tag attempt with a running elbowdrop to the back! Benjamin then turns and delivers a cheap shot to TK, drawing him into the ring! The referee restrains TK as Moss comes back in, and gives Reject a slingshot, right into a Benjamin superkick! COACH More great teamwork as the referee is busy with TK on the other side! Benjamin covers... 1............... 2............................ ANOTHER kickout! Moss immediately comes back into the ring, and both he and Benjamin put top wristlocks on Reject, who is on his knees. Reject, however, gets a burst of adrenaline, and flips over, holding onto the arms and pulling off armdrags on both members of Team Heyross! Reject struggles over to his corner, but Benjamin grabs a foot. As the referee tries to restrain Moss, Reject leaps and TAGS TK!!! COLE There's the tag! COACH But it was behind the ref's back, get him out of there! And the referee does just that, much to the dismay of the crowd. Benjamin sets up Reject for the ORANGE CRUSH~!!!, but Reject slips behind the back, and Benjamin turns around right into a high roundhouse kick! Moss quickly hops back into the ring, but Reject rolls over and 4 REAL TAGS TK~!!! COLE THERE's the tag, the referee saw that one! Moss tries to beg off, but TK scores with a foot to the midsection, then whips him into the ropes, and gives him a BIG backdrop! Clothesline for Benjamin! Clothesline for Moss! TK gives Benjamin an overhead belly-to-belly, and covers... 1................ 2.............................. Moss saves! Moss and Benjamin pound on TK, then whip him to the ropes, but TK ducks a double clothesline and takes both men down with a flying shoulderblock! TK then sets Benjamin on the top rope and follows him up. TK pounds away, then Moss gets underneath TK, setting him on his shoulders! COLE Uh-oh, Team Heyross could be setting up the big finish right here! However, Reject runs into the ring and yanks TK's arm backwards, causing TK to flip backwards off of Moss's shoulders. TK lands on his feet (!), then picks up Moss on *his* shoulders. Reject then quickly runs over and dropkicks Benjamin, causing him to fall from the top to the floor! COACH Quentin took a nasty spill to the outside... Moss twists around and attempts a hurricanrana, but TK hangs onto the legs tight to block, then lifts him back up with assistance from Reject...for the CATEGORY SIX~!!!!!11111 COLE CATEGORY SIX~!!!!!11111 THEY HIT IT!!! TK covers, but the referee is distracted by Rick Heyross, who has come back to ringside! Behind the referee's back, the remaining S.H.I. members run to ringside, including Brock Ausstin, who delivers an F-STUNNER-5~!!!!!11111 to TK!!! COLE Wait a minute, it's the damn S.H.I.! Brock Ausstin interfering in the match with an F-STUNNER-5 to TK! Stevens pulls Reject from the ring, and delivers a DIAMOND CUTTER on the floor!!! COACH And the champ with a Diamond Cutter to Reject on the outside! COLE NO, not this way! Benjamin slides back in and covers TK... 1................. 2......................................... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* COLE DAMN IT!!! Team Heyross steals one thanks to the S.H.I.! BUFFER The winners of the match...TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAM HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! The S.H.I. continues its assault... COACH Hold on, we're being told to cut to the back... The crowd goes CRAZY as they see Alfdogg, with a black eye his forehead bandaged, burst through the doors with baseball bat in hand! COACH Oh my GOD. Alf powerwalks down the hall with a determined look on his face, pounding equipment with his bat, as several wrestlers, Christian Wright and the New New Midnight Express among them, clear the path for him with wide-eyed, worried looks on their faces. Alf doesn't acknowledge any of his co-workers as he continues his walk, until newly crowned World champion Stephen Joseph emerges from his dressing room to check out the commotion. Alf stops for a brief staredown with the champ, looking at the belt on his shoulder and back up in his eyes, then continues his walk with no words being spoken from either side. Alf finally emerges through the curtain as the crowd hits a fever pitch, and jogs to the ring, delivering a MASSIVE swing to the gut of Jumbo! COLE ALFDOGG IS HERE! And the S.H.I. better head for the hills! Alf slides into the ring, driving the top of the bat into the head of Charlie Moss, as the rest of the S.H.I. high-tails it to the front of the aisleway! Alf then starts to choke Moss out with the bat, but Quentin Benjamin drags his partner from the ring as Alf stares them down. Alf then sees TK & Reject headed towards the aisleway, and hops out of the ring, and the three give chase to the S.H.I., who hightail it for a waiting limo backstage! Alf busts out the back of the windshield with the bat as the car's driving off, and TK tosses a trash can at it. Alf finally speaks, to Reject, after spotting Coach backstage having left the booth. ALF Ask him where Calvin his. Reject and Alf approach Coach. REJECT Where's Calvin? Is he in his office? COACH I don't know where Calvin is, I... Suddenly, Alf jams the bat handle into the midsection of Coach! Coach drops to his knees, and Alf grabs him around the throat. ALF You little shit, don't lie to us. Where's CALVIN? COACH He...he left for the night! He's not here, I promise! Alf walks over to Calvin's office, and kicks the door in, and in fact, Calvin is not inside. Alf walks around in a circle for a minute, before driving the bat into Calvin's desk! Alf destroys the office of the HeldDOWN General Manager with the baseball bat, then turns to the cameraman. ALF You REALLY fucked up this time, Szechstein. You think I'm stupid, don't you? You think I don't know that you orchestrated this entire fucking thing to get that belt off of me? HUH? Well, congratulations, you did it. And in the process, you've managed to REALLY piss me off. So, at November Reign, I'm going to do something I thought I'd NEVER have to do again. So you'll just have to show up next week and find out what that is. World Without End may have been last night...but a whole new world...a world of HELL, Calvin, has just begun for you. Alf gives a cold stare into the camera, and walks away. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted November 4, 2005 COLE Our main event is coming up, but first let's tell you that next week, the Dream Machines will be together in the same ring again, but instead of teaming, they will be facing each other with the X-Division title on the line. COACH Also, Stephen Joseph, should he retain tonight, will face another challenger for his World Championship. COLE And we'll find out more about that women's Torneo Cibernetica match for November Reign that we heard about earlier, but right now, let's go up to Michael Buffer. *DING DING DING* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute T.V. time limit, and is for the One And Only AngleSault Thread World Heavyweight Championship! The lights go down. A Puerto Rican flag appears on the AngleTron. In big, white blocky letters, the following words appear on the screen, with Tha Puerto Rican saying them: *THE CHAMP IS HERE!* With that, a lightning bolt hits the entrance, the PRL entrance video plays on the AngleTron, and "Know Your Role '99" begins playing, with the crowd standing up and booing. PR is heard saying "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" throughout the song, while smoke fills the entryway and the lights flicker on and off in the entrance. A few seconds elapsed, the entrance doors slide open, and out through the smoke comes "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican. The crowds boos get louder. COLE And there is the man who could become the next World Heavyweight Champion! PR looks at the crowd with disgust, jawing with some fans. PRL is holding his custom made spinner 24/7 Championship belt over his left shoulder. PRL spins the belt plate, and then begins his walk down the ramp. BUFFER Introducing first. The challenger. From San Juan, Puerto Rico. Weighing in at 220 lbs. He is the One And Only AngleSault Thread Twenty-Four/Seven Champion AND the leader of The Lightning Crew. “The Corporate Champion” THA PUERTOOOOOOOOO RICCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNN!!!! Chants of "P.R. SUCKS!" fill the arena, as PRL continues his walk to the ring. COLE Well fans, if you’re just joining us, you may be shocked at what’s coming up next. But Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph Popick alliance hasn’t ended. Popick announced earlier tonight that he would put the title on the line against Tha Puerto Rican, something that must obviously irk the Originals. COACH You really can’t blame the Originals for getting ticked off. If anything, Dan Black, Tony Brannigan, or Peter Knight should have been the first person Popick defended the title against. Not his client and friend! Tha Puerto Rican gets on the ring apron, and sneers at the crowd. Tha Puerto Rican enters the ring. He spins around; soaking in the fans boos while "Know Your Role '99" continues playing over the P.A. system. Tha Puerto Rican does the HBK muscle pose while pyro goes off behind him. CABOOSE I like PRL. I really do. But, I just can’t get behind him getting the first title shot. An Original should be taking on Popick for the Title. That way, the title can come off of Popick much quicker. The crowd is still booing loudly and chanting "P.R. SUCKS!" PRL heads to the second rope, and raises his spinner belt over his head. He then heads to a second turnbuckle, and raises his belt again. PR hits a third turnbuckle, and raises his belt with his right arm in the air and "smells the electricity" a'la The Rock. PRL does the same Rock pose on the fourth turnbuckle, receiving boos. COLE That brings up an interesting point. How far will PRL go to win this match? He and Popick have been close like brothers for over a year now. But we all know how much Tha Puerto Rican wants to become the World Champion. So, does he wrestle like he usually does, or does he hold back a bit, in fear of hurting his friend? CABOOSE I’m hoping PRL DOESN’T hold back! Infact, I want him to hurt Popick until he’s screaming like a bitch. Come on PRL! Forget that Popick is your friend. He’s now your enemy. And you must hurt your enemy if you want to win the OAOAST Title that you so rightly deserve! Tha Puerto Rican gets off the ropes, removes his sunglasses and earring, and takes off his HBK-like entrance attire. The lights go back in the arena. He hands the attire over to a ring attendant. PRL kisses his 24/7 Title belt and hands it over to referee Earl Hebner who hands it to the ring attendant. PRL bounces off the ropes, preparing for his match. “Know Your Role ‘99” dies down. The crowd starts chanting “P.R. SUCKS!” again. COLE This is going to be a match between two guys who aren’t exactly fan favorites. I wonder whom the fans will cheer for? COACH I doubt they’ll cheer for either of them. “It Ain’t Over For Me” by Terrence Howard starts playing. The entrance doors slide open, and the NEW OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion Stephen Joseph Popick steps out. White pyro comes cascading down. Popick has the World Title belt strapped around his waist, allowing him to do his crucifix pose to boos. PYRO~! PYRO~! PYRO~! Popick walks to the ring, a cocky smirk on his face. BUFFER And his opponent. Coming to the ring at this time. From Atlanta, Georgia. Weighing in at 225 lbs. He is the One And Only AngleSault Thread World Heavyweight Champion. STEPHEN JOSEPHHHHHHHH POOOOOOOOOPIIICCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!! COLE What is going through the mind of Stephen Joseph right now? COACH You have to wonder if Popick will go easy on his Corporate Champ, or will he go all out to retain his World Title. Popick slides into the ring. Popick locks eyes with Tha Puerto Rican. PRL has a cocky smirk on his face too. Stephen unclips the OAOAST World Title from around his waist and raises it over his head. The crowd boos. Popick hands the belt over to Earl Hebner, who raises it over his head. COLE This is Tha Puerto Rican’s first title shot in 2 years. The last time PRL competed for the OAOAST World Title was November 30, 2003 at the OAOAST Deadly Games: Unlucky 7 pay-per-view when he was apart of the first ever Elimination Chamber match in the OAOAST along with Zack Malibu, Blurricane, Crystal, Ragdoll, “Shooter” Jay Darring, and Calvin Szechstein. PRL and Popick stand in opposite corners. Earl Hebner pats down PRL and then does the same for Popick. He calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK (Champion) vs. “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN (Challenger) “It Ain’t Over For Me” by Terrence Howard dies down. PRL and Popick walk to the center of the ring. They shake hands. The crowd chants “PO-PICK SUCKS! PO-PICK SUCKS!” PRL and Popick circle each other, and then lock up. COLE Here we go! The main event for this week’s HeldDOWN~! has begun. Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph jockey for position. PRL and Popick head to a turnbuckle, neither man letting go. Earl Hebner has to get in between them. PRL and Popick let go, smiles on their faces. They lock up again. Popick gets a headlock on Tha Puerto Rican. He goes behind PR and grabs his right arm for an arm wringer. Stephen attacks the arm with the point of his right elbow. He then nails PR with several shoulder tackles. He whips PRL into the ropes. PR does a leapfrog over Popick. He then does a reverse leapfrog. Popick stops in his tracks, and he and Puerto start laughing. COLE It looks as though PRL and Popick are engaging in a little friendly competition. CABOOSE That sucks. I want PR to tear Popick apart! Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph shake hands again. They lock up. Popick does a collar-and-elbow tie-up on Tha Puerto Rican. He gives him an Irish whip into the ropes. PR reverses, and hits Popick with a high angle dropkick! He covers Popick. And gets a two count. PRL gets up, and looks like he is going to kick Popick. But suddenly, a look of hesitation appears on PRL’s face. COLE It looks like PRL doesn’t want to kick his manager while he’s down. CABOOSE Oh come on! What are you waiting for PR? Go ahead and kick Popick’s ass! No, PRL doesn’t kick Popick. Instead, he picks Popick up, and gives him several European Uppercuts. Bodyslam on Popick! Puerto heads to the top rope. He removes his left elbow pad and throws it into the crowd. He stands up on the top rope, but looks like he may reconsider doing his elbowdrop. Still, PRL leaps off the top rope; doing the “Up yours!” hand gesture in mid-air, and then connects with the Corporate Elbowdrop! Puerto covers Popick. 1… 2… Popick puts his right shoulder up! COLE And Popick is still in this match. CABOOSE Damn. Tha Puerto Rican grabs Popick’s right arm, and applies an arm-bar on him. Popick gets up, the arm-bar still applied. But SJ is able to escape the arm-bar by grabbing PRL by the head and giving him a swinging neckbreaker! Stephen gets up, and drops a knee on Tha Puerto Rican’s forehead. SJP picks up Puerto Rican and gives him a snap suplex. Popick then grabs PRL; PRL grabs Popick and rolls him up! 1…2…KICK OUT! Popick and PRL get up at the same time and stare at each other. Popick was surprised by the rollup. COACH Tha Puerto Rican just surprised Stephen Joseph! COLE It looks like PRL is saying, “Hey. This is for the World Title. I gotta do what I gotta do!” Popick laughs it off. PRL and Popick circle each other. The crowd starts booing. PRL and Popick locks up—PRL kicks Popick in the stomach! He goes to punch Popick…but stops himself. Instead, PR takes Stephen over to a turnbuckle. Knife-edged chops to the chest! *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” PRL gives Popick a vertical suplex. PRL rolls through, and does another vertical suplex on Popick. He rolls through again, and does another vertical suplex. However Popick won’t budge. PRL tries again, still nothing. Popick does a suplex on PRL! The crowd boos. COLE Popick has regained control of this contest! Stephen Joseph gets up, slower than usual. He picks up PRL and gives him the CLUBBERIN’ FOREARMS OF DOOM~! Popick whips PRL into a turnbuckle. Popick charges, PRL elbows him in the face. PRL realizes what he did. He apologizes to Popick and asks if he’s okay. Popick responds by kneeing PRL in the stomach! COACH Whoa! I don’t think PRL expected that! Popick whips PRL into the ropes. He follows by giving him a flapjack onto the mat! The crowd starts booing again. Popick picks PRL up and gives him a back suplex. Popick picks PRL up again and whips him into the ropes. Popick goes for a clothesline; PRL ducks the clothesline, and follows with a flying forearm! Tha Puerto Rican kips up! COLE Uh-oh. This isn’t good for Stephen Joseph! The boos get louder. Tha Puerto Rican plays to the crowd and then heads over to a turnbuckle. Tha Puerto Rican starts stomping his right boot a’la Shawn Michaels. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. Popick slowly starts getting up. COLE Tha Puerto Rican is getting ready to deliver the Sweet Chin Music, the setup for the Corporate Nightmare. CABOOSE Oh come on PRL! Come on! Nail the Sweet Chin Music. Knock his teeth out! Puerto continues stomping his right boot. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. Stephen Joseph gets on his knees. COLE If PRL hits this move, then the match could be over. Stephen Joseph gets to a vertical base. He is a little dazed. Tha Puerto Rican charges forward, preparing to hit the Sweet Chin Music. He hits it—NO! Popick catches the foot! But Tha Puerto Rican fights back by nailing Popick upside the head with a SWANK~! enzuguiri! COLE Popick goes down like a sack of bricks! PRL gets to his feet and looks at the crowd. “THAT’S IT!” COLE And here we go! Tha Puerto Rican is signaling for the Corporate Nightmare! Tha Puerto Rican gets ready to deliver the Corporate Nightmare. COLE Tha Puerto Rican could win the World Title right here! The crowd turns their attention to the entrance. Because down the ramp comes former OAOAST Champion Tony “T. Bod” Brannigan! Tony slides into the ring and attacks Tha Puerto Rican! COLE Tony Brannigan is in the ring! COACH He’s pissed off that PRL is getting a title shot before him! CABOOSE Oh not now T. Bod! Wait until after the match! PRL has got to win this! Tha Puerto Rican slugs it out with Brannigan. Popick is still getting up. Tha Puerto Rican sends T. Bod into a turnbuckle, and attacks him with Rock-style punches to the face. Stephen Joseph joins PRL in beating down Tony. COLE What a wild scene this is turning into! PRL and Popick double team on Tony Brannigan. Suddenly, the crowd cheers for the first time in the match, as ZACK MALIBU runs down the ramp into the ring! COLE And now Zack Malibu is making his presence known! Zack brawls with Popick, while PRL brawls with Tony Brannigan. COLE How is the referee allowing all of this to happen? Zack controls Popick, and then goes for the School’s Out on Popick! Popick ducks the superkick and clotheslines Zack over the top rope and onto the floor! COLE And Zack Malibu has been clotheslined out of the ring! Tha Puerto Rican is also in control, beating on T. Bod. PRL does Rock-style punches to T. Bod’s temple, spits on his left hand, and nails Tony in the head! Puerto then clotheslines Tony Brannigan over the top rope and onto the floor! COLE PRL and Popick have cleared the ring of the Originals! COACH And we still got a match going on! CABOOSE Well that’s good. That means that Tha Puerto Rican still has a chance at winning the World Title! Tha Puerto Rican jaw jacks with T. Bod and Zack. Earl Hebner tries to get T. Bod and Zack to leave. While all of this is going on, Popick sneaks behind PRL… And gives him a LOW BLOW! COLE What the hell? What the hell was that? COACH Stephen Joseph just delivered a low blow to Tha Puerto Rican! Tha Puerto Rican clutches his goodies, and stumbles around the ring. The crowd is shocked at what they just saw! SJ gets on the second rope. Popick grabs PRL and puts him in the Full Nelson. Popick jumps off the second rope, pulling PRL over for a Full Nelson Suplex, but then shifts his location so that he lands a’la the Stunner! COLE Finality! Popick has just given PRL the Finality! Stephen Joseph Popick quickly covers Tha Puerto Rican. Referee Earl Hebner counts. 1… 2… 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* (5:57) COLE And Stephen Joseph defeats Tha Puerto Rican to retain the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title! “It Ain’t Over For Me” by Terrance Howard starts playing. Stephen Joseph gets off Tha Puerto Rican and raises his hands over his head in victory. BUFFER Here is your winner….and STILL One And Only AngleSault Thread World Heavyweight Champion…STEPHEN JOSEPHHHHHH POOOOOOPPPPIIIICCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!! Earl Hebner hands the OAOAST Title belt to Stephen. Popick raises the belt over his head, jumping up and down while the crowd boos. Tha Puerto Rican is recovering from the Finality, shocked at what Popick just did. Zack Malibu and Tony Brannigan see Popick celebrating in the ring, with disgust looks on their faces. COLE Well Stephen Joseph retained the OAOAST Title, but he had to cheat to do it! COACH I’m still shocked at what we just saw. Popick delivered a low blow to Tha Puerto Rican! That’s his client! He’s Tha Puerto Rican’s “Career Consultant”! CABOOSE Oh this royally sucks! Popick is still holding the OAOAST Title! This is just awful! Popick goes on the turnbuckle and raises the belt. The crowd boos. Tha Puerto Rican uses the ropes to get up. He glares angrily at Popick. COACH I don’ t think even Tha Puerto Rican expected Popick to do what he just did. He expected Popick to treat this match as a match between two friends. Some friendly competition. COLE Well, it seems Popick treated PRL just like any other opponent. And I bet PRL isn’t pleased with the end result at all! Tha Puerto Rican leaves the ring. Popick stops celebrating to see PRL stand at ringside staring at him. COLE Tha Puerto Rican was robbed out of the World Title! He had the match won until Tony Brannigan entered the ring, allowing Popick enough time to recover and give him a low blow! CABOOSE Yeah. This could have been Tha Puerto Rican’s night! This could have been the night he finally became World Champion. But instead of a happy ending with PRL winning the title, we get this. PR tells Popick, “How could you do this to me?” Popick smiles, pointing to the belt and saying, “It’s nothing personal. I had to do what I had to do.” COLE Oh yeah. Nothing personal. He just had to do what he had to do! Why couldn’t he just win fair and square? CABOOSE Because Popick CAN’T win fair and square. That’s why. COLE Well fans, that’s all the time we have for this week’s HeldDOWN~!. We’ll be back next week, where we’re sure to have the fallout from this memorable match. For Jonathon “The Coach” Coachman and Caboose, I’m Michael Cole, saying so long and we’ll see you next week on HeldDOWN~! Stephen Joseph Popick continues celebrating in the ring. The camera does a close-up of “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican, glaring at Popick with a pissed off look on his face. We fade out on that image. 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