KingPK 0 Report post Posted November 18, 2005 HeldDOWN begins this week on a somber note, as the entire locker room and staff stands on the stage, some in tears, all to show respect for the late Eddie Guerrero. Michael Cole stands in the ring with a mic as an image comes on the AngleTron. COLE This past week, the wrestling world lost one of its greatest performers much too soon. Everyone at the OAOAST sends their condolences to Eddie's family and colleagues and we dedicate tonight's show to his memory. We ask our fans in the arena and around the world to observe a moment of silence as we toll the ring bell ten times in tribute. The arena falls silent as the timekeeper strikes the bell. Ding..... Ding.... Ding.... Ding.... Ding.... Ding.... Ding.... Ding.... Ding.... Ding.... An "Eddie" chant breaks out through the crowd (and among some of the workers) as the final toll echoes through the arena and we fade out. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted November 18, 2005 We come back to Sofa Central and Triple Cee. COLE Welcome to HeldDOWN from Kansas City, ladies and gentlemen. The wrestling world is still trying to cope with the shocking news we heard this past Sunday, but as they say "the show must go on", so we shall. COACH We've got some great matches in store tonight, including our main event that has Stephen Joseph defending the OAOAST World Championship against one half of the Tag Team champions, Leon Rodez. I know Caboose, Joseph's going down tonight. CABOOSE I'll say it every week until that bastard loses. COLE Also, staying with the World Title, we have two qualifying matches for a triple threat match next week on a special Thanksgiving HeldDOWN where the winners face the winner of SJ/Rodez for the title. In the first, former champion Zack Malibu faces off against S.H.I. member Brock Ausstin and in the second, two more former champions face off as Alfdogg goes up against Tony Brannigan. CABOOSE But first, two OAOAST superstars have requested a match to honor the memory of Eddie Guerrero. Let's go up to Michael Buffer. Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, this match will be fought to one fall with a 30 minute time limit. The old LWO theme kicks up as Otaku II walks out through the sliding doors, Ayane by his side. Both are wearing old Eddie Guerrero shirts, Otaku in the “Eddie Guerrero Is My Favorite Wrestler” shirt and Ayane wearing the “Scarface” shirt. They walk down the ramp, slapping hands and pointing to their T shirts as the camera stays in front of them, WCW style, Otaku saying “This is for Eddie” before he slides into the ring and climbs a turnbuckle, looking over the fans and pointing to his shirt some more. Buffer: Introducing first, accompanied by Ayane Mitsui, he comes to us tonight from Boston, MA, he weighs in at 215 lbs, Otaku II! “Viva La Raza!” “Lie, Cheat, and Steal” continues playing as Spanish Fly comes out of the doors, making an uncharacteristically low key entrance, also clad in an old Eddie Guerrero shirt, this time a “Cheat 2 Win” shirt from the Los Guerreros days. He does much Otaku, giving out high fives and pointing to his shirt as he walks down the ramp and hops into the ring. Buffer: His opponent, originally from Tijuana, Mexico, but now hailing from San Diego, California, he came in tonight at 175 lbs, he is the Spanish Fly! Cole: Otaku and Fly requested to have this friendly match here tonight on Helddown to honor the memory of the late Eddie Guerrero, noting that Eddie often had his best matches against his friends, and saying that they hope that Eddie will be watching from above and will approve. Caboose: That sounds pretty fishy to me, it sounds like there’s turmoil in the Mad Machine locker room, and that these two finally have an excuse to take it out on one another. Coach: It could also be that Fly resents Otaku leading the group, and Fly wants to show just how good he is, that he is in fact better than Otaku, and should be leading the Mad Machine in the battle against The Puerto Rican and his Lightening Crew. Cole: I doubt that there’s a power struggle in the Mad Machine, despite the name, they are nothing but professional, class acts all of them. These are men who love the competition of professional wrestling, and enjoy testing themselves against another human being. However, whatever the reason, they are in the ring, ready, the referee is ready, and we should have one heck of a match! The referee signals for the bell and Fly and Otaku circle a bit, neither wanting to make a move initially. Cole: Both men are cautious in the early going, I wouldn’t expect a brawl here, based on both their personas and the circumstances behind the match, so making a foolish move could result in one of them in a painful submission hold. Caboose: Between the two, Otaku is the far superior mat technician, but the question I would have is does he have the kind of killer instinct he needs to put his ally, his tag team partner, his close friend into a submission hold? Cole: Considering that they are dedicating this match to Eddie Guerrero, I very much doubt that either of them would give anything less than 100%. Otaku moves to lock up, but Fly slides under him and hits a dropkick to Otaku’s back, knocking him into the ropes. Fly wastes no time pursuing and attempts the 619! Coach: This match could over in a moment if Fly can connect here! Caboose: He has no problem unleashing his killer instinct! Otaku quickly drops down, dodging Fly’s feet of fury, and then hops back up as Fly stumbles into the middle of the ring, seemingly a little dizzy from his attempt. Otaku attempts a back drop, but Fly flips out of it and pushes Otaku back to the ropes, trying to set up another 619, but Otaku catches himself this time and hops onto the top rope and attempts a big springboard moonsault, but Fly moves forward and Otaku lands on his feet, so they face each other again and circle some more. Cole: That was quite a series of moves right there, with Otaku showing that he’s got some aerial ability too, I was impressed. Caboose: They can go out there and flip all they like, but it’s extremely difficult to defeat an opponent unless you can string together a good series of maneuvers, and right now they’re in a standoff again, I’d be expecting the smaller, less technically sound Spanish Fly to make the first move this time, hoping to catch Otaku off balance with his speed. Cole: All good points, Caboose, that’s unusual for you. Caboose: You..you agree? Oh my God! I think I’m going to be ill.. Coach: Hey, you’re not Joey Styles! Caboose: Shut up, Coach! You’re not a real announcer, either! You’re a backstage interviewer who got @#$%ing lucky! As the commentators discuss matters, Otaku shoots in at Fly’s legs and the relatively inexperienced Fly gets taken down, but Fly quickly rolls up Otaku! The referee counts! One! Kickout! Otaku quickly works out and they both stand up. Otaku whips Spanish Fly into the ropes, but on the rebound Fly hits him with a rolling lariat! Cole: Fly taking a move out of Konnan’s playbook! Fly then attempts a standing moonsault, but Otaku rolls out of the way, leaving Fly on the mat grasping at his midsection. Otaku sees an opening and attempts to apply the Sharpshooter, but Fly has too much fight in him, struggling and not allowing Otaku to get his leg into place, so Otaku simply crosses the legs and turns him into the Texas Cloverleaf! Fly cries out, clawing at the mat, trying desperately to make his way to the ropes. Cole: Otaku has the Texas Cloverleaf locked in, this of course was a favorite hold of Eddie Guerrero’s close friend Dean Malenko and a move that Eddie himself began using late in his career. Caboose: I’m really surprised by these two, I never thought that they would go this hard on each other! Cole: I told you they were professionals! Caboose: This must mean they really HATE each other! Oh, yes! They’ll be easy pickings for Puerto Rican and the Lightening Crew now! Cole: ~sigh~ How much is he paying you to shill like that? Caboose: Well enough, Cole, well enough. Spanish Fly is slowly making his way to the ropes, and he reaches out as far as he can YES! He gets the ropes! Otaku quickly breaks the hold and lets Fly get to his feet before whipping him to the ropes, Fly hops onto the ropes and moonsaults back, catching Otaku and hitting a reverse DDT ala AJ Styles. Cole: Both men are down after that big move by the Spanish Fly! At this point, as Otaku and Fly try to collect themselves, the Puerto Rican and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez make their way down to ringside. Lindsay hops onto the apron where the referee intercepts her, but Lindsay jams his head against her chest! Caboose: I’d love to be in that striped shirt right now, wouldn’t you, Cole? Cole: Not that much.. Caboose: (quickly) Homo says what? Cole: What? Caboose and Coach just laugh at Cole before Caboose says “I knew it!” While all of this is going on, Otaku and Fly are getting to their feet and Puerto Rican’s getting a chair and sliding into the ring. Ayane, Otaku, and Fly all look at each other quickly, the Ayane pulls Lindsay off the apron, slamming the girl’s jaw on the edge. The referee takes a moment to admonish Ayane, during which Puerto Rican whiffs at Otaku, smacking the turnbunckle, and both Fly and Otaku fall down as if they’d been laid out. The referee sees them lying on the mat, sees Puerto Rican with the chair, and heard the clank, and immediately ejects Puerto Rican from ringside. He looks absolutely shocked, but he surprisingly complies. Caboose: He didn’t do anything yet, though! I mean, it looked like he was going after Otaku, maybe he was going to take Fly back into the Crew. Cole: I doubt it, and Fly and Otaku were paying tribute to Eddie Guerrero again, lying, cheating, and stealing! Caboose: And people loved him why, again? Fly and Otaku get up, and Fly snaps a kick into Otaku’s midsection, then amazingly pulls up Otaku and hits the triple suplex! Coach: There’s the Three Amigos! Fly pounds his chest and heads up top, then leaps off! Frog Splash! The referee counts! 1! 2! 3! Fly picks up the win! Cole: Fly picks up the win with Eddie Guerrero’s finisher, how appropriate! Fly gets his hand raised by the referee as Otaku slowly gets to his knees, holding his ribs after the frog splash. Fly walks over to him and offers his hand, pulling Otaku up to his feet and raising his arm to a great cheer from the crowd. Both men pound their fists into their hearts and point into the air as another "Eddie" chant breaks out. COLE A fantastic tribute. Rest in peace, Eddie. We'll be back with more in a minute. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted November 18, 2005 COLE Fans, during our commercial break, Stephen Joseph, the OAOAST World Champion, came out unexpectedly. He is scheduled to defend his title tonight against one half of the OAOAST Tag Team Champions, the USUAL SUSPECTS, Leon Rodez! COACH And he can't be happy to learn that if he survives TONIGHT, he will have to defend his title again, ON THANKSGIVING, against two men. He could lose the Championship without being pinned. CABOOSE And I'll have something to be thankful for! ::Stephen Joseph reaches for a microphone, the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title clasped around his waist:: Stephen Joseph Boy, when you're the king of the mountain, everyone wants to knock you off! ::Crowd Boos:: COLE No sympathy from the fans! COACH Stephen has been a fighting Champion! He's faced Tha Puerto Rican, Mad Cappa, Jingus, and Peter Cone since beating Tony Brannigan, Dan Black, and Peter Knight for the title! He's even defended the belt at each of our OAOAST House Shows! COLE Next House Shows on Nov. 17th and 18th, SAINT LOUIS and PHOENIX! We're nearly sold out! Headlining those shows...in Saint Louis, Stephen Joseph defends his belt, should he win tonight, against Alfdogg! Then in Phoenix, its tag team gold on the line as The Usual Suspects take on GPX in a lights out match! Stephen Joseph Well, no one seems to like me yet. Not...suprising. But a little respect here people! I've defended my belt twice on TV, and 4 times at house shows, since winning it at World Without End. And it is MY belt, make no mistake about that! I've defended it more times than HOFF ever did. I'm not a champion that just appears at the Pay Per Views, I put your asses in the seats, because each and every one of you wants to see me fall. Caboose I KNOW I DO!!! Stephen Joseph (cont...) ::Pauses:: What was that Caboose? Don't make me throw you off a Steel Cage again, old man. ::Pauses:: Oh yes, my point this evening. I'm facing Leon Rodez tonight for the Title. Leon, a man who should have been an Upstart, but instead, got brainwashed by Zack. Leon, buddy, I can't wait to face you in this ring, but COME ON! Wake up Neo! Zack ain't your friend! And Neexxxttt Week, I've got a triple threat match. And if I win that, I'm going to have to defend this belt again at November Reign. And again and again and again. And each week when I trot out here to defend the belt, it pisses everyone here off, because its an UPSTART defending the belt. And that's why the belt's so important to the Upstarts. I wanted to address that, because recently, someone, not naming names, is thinking that I care more about the belt than beating the Originals. Of COURSE I care more about the belt! If we have the belt, we have the power. Plain and simple. It's very...libertarian, if you will. While you fans may not like this, I'm going to beat Leon Rodez, and see to it that my reign does not end in November. 2005, its the year of the Popick, and soon enough, you'll all be my Poppyseeds. Cole POPPYSEEDS?! Stephen Joseph Okay, that word blows chunks. That's the best Creative can do? Poppyseeds? Yeah, fuck this promo. Lemme tell it to you shoot style brothers and sisters. I'm the man, and as THE MAN, I don't give a fuck what you think about me. I'll defend this title, because thats what a Champion does. I'll win each week, by ANY Means Necessary, because that's what Champions do. And I'll stuff it down your face each and every week, you ungrateful bastards, and by that I mean both you fans and the boys in the back, because it took me too long, and cost me too much, to finally get what I deserved. So Calvin? Corporate? Fans? You want to fuck with me? Well, FUCK YOU! MY name is Stephen Joseph, and I will NOT be forgotten. I will NOT be beaten. And when its all said and done, when 2005 has come and gone, it will be remembered as the year of change in the OAOAST. The new taketh from the old, and anything ORIGINAL about the OAOAST will be Revolutionized by the Upstarts! BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY! ::drops mike to massive boos:: CABOOSE Of course, it's ALL about him! He doesn't give a DAMN about the Upstarts and just wants to feed his Godzilla-sized ego! That son of a bitch. *Earlier today* We see Peter Knight, dressed in street clothes with his bag on his shoulder, walking through the halls. He stops at a door and opens it, stepping into his dressing room. He slings his bag into a locker and removes his hat, flinging that in as well. He turns to leave, but stops as someone has blocked the doorway. CALVIN What the hell was that about last week? Why would you, of all people, just walk out of a match like that? KNIGHT Calvin, look, I just got..... CALVIN Don’t tell me you got frustrated again, because I’m getting sick of that excuse. Actually, it doesn’t matter anyway because, at November Reign, I’m booking a rematch; you will defend the X-Title again against The Parka. KNIGHT Fine, that’s just fine with me. CALVIN And, just to make sure you don’t decide to get “frustrated” again, there will be a special stipulation added to that match. Should you decide to get yourself counted out again, or find some way to get disqualified, you WILL lose the title and Parka will be crowned the new X-Division champion. KNIGHT I promise Calvin, that won’t happen again. CALVIN Let’s hope so. One more thing; I know you asked me about a match for Thanksgiving HeldDOWN next week, so I have made one for you. Next week, you will defend your X-Title in a November Reign warm-up match. However, your opponent won’t be some jobber from the lower card. Next week, it will be Peter Knight...... ......versus Leon Rodez. And, just like November Reign; if you decide to get counted out or disqualified, you lose the title. Good luck. Calvin walks off and Knight closes his eyes, the rage building until he takes it out on a nearby garbage can, kicking it against the wall and spilling its contents all over the floor. He looks over and notices the camera still at the doorway. KNIGHT [bleep] off! *SLAM* We fade out on the closed locker room door. COLE Huge news earlier today, as Calvin was not at all happy about how the X-Title match concluded last week. Knight better be careful, because it's never a good idea to get on the GM's bad side. COACH Like when you stole Stephanie's body lotion that one time? COLE ....HEY, let's go back to the ring because it's now time for women's division competition! COACH Oh man, did she yell at you. (Notices the glare he's getting) *Ahem*, anyway. We said last week it would be a lucha-style trios match...well, we're gonna condensce it a little to make TV time for our HUGE World Title main event later on. Therefore, instead of 2/3 falls, the match will now be a one-fall six-woman tag, but still under Captain's Fall rules, meaning that either the assigned captain or BOTH of her teammates must be defeated for a victory. COLE The only other way to lose a match is via disqualification, which can come from any usual American disqualification, plus either using any piledriver variation or ripping an opponent's mask off intentionally. COACH This really screws over the Minnesota Angels, eh? COLE Not necessarily...Valerie's recently adopted a new bridging suplex as her finisher, called the Revolution Suplex. It's often used by Milano Collection AT, the final trainee of the actual Toryumon school in Japan, which was Ultimo Dragon's training school. It's a Fisherman suplex hold, with one wrist clutched around the victims' leg, the other around their neck, and both arms tucked in; her head is not tucked underneath the opponent's arm. As for Constance...she claims she doesn't need the deadly Package Piledriver in order to get a victory, and says she has a lethal submission hold she's going to unleash tonight. COACH That'll be interesting...their partner is a female luchadore who helped season wrestlers like Jenny Adams and Confusia during their pre-OAOAST trips to Mexico, in Pantera Combatienta. Pantera came here briefly earlier in the year, but didn't get to show off her skill quite like she'd like to. She also has claimed, as we mentioned last week, that there's a wrestler in the OAOAST women's division who she claims is "shaming the art of lucha libre, and pro wrestling in general". According to words quoted on the LadiesLucha.net forum earlier today, Pantera says that this person is "in this trios match and will receive her receipt tonight." COLE Again, that'll be interesting...their opponents will be a trio of very popular female wrestlers here in the OAOAST, in the form of "The Generic Lady Luchadore" El Chica Generico, "Floggin'" Molly Matthews, and OAOAST World Women's Champion Ashley Street. We caught all three backstage with Josh Matthews earlier today...let's take a look at the footage! (Cut to Josh Matthews standing at the HeldDOWN~! interview set with Ashley Street, in her ring gear, substituting an OAOAST November Reign t-shirt in exchange for her usual ring top.) JOSH Yo and hello! I was supposed to be standing here with all three competitors on the technicos' team for the trios match tonight...any clue where Generico and Molly are? ASHLEY None whatsoever. JOSH Nonetheless, you ARE the World Women's Champion...any concerns going into the Torneo Ciberne... ("Floggin'" Molly Matthews and El Chica Generico come walking into the shot, stumbling around, as Molly's drinking tequila and Generico's enjoying a large bottle of Jagermeister...) MOLLY So...tell me that story again about this "Ole" dude that you keep talking about went to "lucha libre"... GENERICO OLE! ASHLEY Where were you two? MOLLY We were out, engaging in wacky capers where we taught each other inappropriate, yet totally hilarious cultural stereotypes about one another, then engaged in them to ridiculous results! GENERICO Si! ASHLEY (grabs bottle of Jager) What's this? MOLLY Hey, no worries...just a little tipsy (makes "drinking" hand motion). ASHLEY Getting drunk before the match? REAL professional... MOLLY Again, no worries...you're looking at the girl who beat four dudes in one night to win the WWF Title at Wrestlemania Fou...wait, that was Randy Savage. Damn...I always get me and him mixed up. GENERICO OOOOH SIIIIII! ASHLEY Whatever...Let's just go out and wrestle our butts off. We have a tough match tonight...we can win, but we're gonna have to work for it! GENERICO El...Dandy? MOLLY No, no...(turns to Ashley) Let me explain it to her...(turns to Generico) Ex-nay aster-bay...um...Perro Aguayo pizza rolls...uh...Los Snitskies! GENERICO Los Snitskies? MOLLY Los Snitskies! GENERICO (points forward) OLE! MOLLY (turns to Ashley) Let's go! (Molly & Generico skip off-screen) ASHLEY (turns to Josh) Oy vey... (Dissolve to wide arena shot, where Ashley, Molly, & Generico are in the ring, as "Any Way You Want It" is blaring over the PA system) COLE Quite the trio, eh? COACH Um, yeah... ("Volcano Girls" starts playing over the PA system, cut to a shot of the entrance, as Pantera Combatienta leads Valerie & Constance to the ring. V&C try to rile up the fans, but Pantera tells them to head straight to the ring). COLE We would have ring announcements, but Michael Buffer lost his stat cards... COACH Douchebag. COLE But I will note, since Buffer won't, that the two team captains are Pantera Combatienta and OAOAST Women's Champion Ashley Street, meaning that either one of those two, or both of their partners, must be defeated in order to gain victory. ::BELL RINGS:: Pantera hangs her Mexican flag-inspired ring robe over the ringpost to reveal a red, green, and white bodysuit with triangle designs all over it, as she's going to start off with Molly Matthews. Both competitors come to mid-ring and shake hands, then circle around mid-ring, trying to size one another up. They then go into a strong Greco-Roman knucklelock, though neither can gain the advantage. Finally, Combatienta kicks away one of Molly's hands, allowing herself to twist around and go into a top wristlock. Pantera cranks on the wrist for a moment, then brings Molly over and down with a variation of the armdrag with the arm still in a top wristlock, then keeps the top wristlock applied on the mat. Molly struggles to yank her arm out of the hold, so she cleverly rolls backwards and comes onto a kneeling position. Her arm gets twisted out of the top wristlock but she has ahold of Pantera, so she yanks Combatienta up and brings her over with an armdrag into a grounded armbar! COLE Hold-for-hold, move-for-move, our girls can hang with the best! Molly cranks tight on Pantera's arm, not giving her any way to pull her arm out while applying pressure. Combatienta, the crafty veteran, finds a way to roll slightly backwards and wrap her legs around Molly's neck, then bring her over into a side headscissors to escape. Molly looks for an escape as Combatienta cranks on the vice-like hold. Molly rolls to a front position, then attempts the ordinary headstand escape, but the hold is locked on tight enough that Molly cannot make an escape that way. Molly grabs Pantera's legs, then rolls onto her stomach, forcing Combatienta onto her stomach. Molly quickly turns back over, using her natural positioning to remove her head from the headscissors. But, Pantera saw it coming and shoved it right back in as she got comfortable on her back. COACH There's nothing that overcomes experience, something that Pantera Combatienta has in boatloads. Molly then tries a rolling kip-up, thinking that the momentum will give her a gateway for escape. But, the hold is applied so tight that even that doesn't help her. Matthews, now on her back, goes back to the front position and rolls through for a jackknife pin... 1... Kickout. Pantera forces Molly back into the grounded side headscissors. Molly kicks around while suffering in the hold, before finding the strength to bridge herself and twist around to barely squeeze her head out, then back away from Pantera, as the crowd applauds. Molly goes to her corner and tags in El Chica Generico. Generico comes in and sticks her hand out for a handshake. Pantera looks around for a second...then kicks Generico in the stomach hard! COACH What was that? COLE I think we might be finding out who Pantera thinks is a shame to professional wrestling... Combatienta grabs the back of Generico's head and stirkes Generico in the face with her knee. Pantera then goes to work on Generico with a series of stomps, each thrown harder than the last. The crowd gradually starts to boo, as Pantera slowly pulls Generico up to her feet. Combatienta delivers a HARD knife-edge chop to Generico's chest, then grabs both of Generico's wrists and flips her onto her back with them, a move referred to as "handcuffs into a Mexican armtoss". Pantera stomps down on Generico's chest before nonchalantly standing on Generico's throat The referee counts down, warning Pantera to stop her dirty tactic.. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Pantera gets off of Generico's throat. COLE C'mon! She hasn't been here too often, but this is a side of Pantera Combatienta that I didn't think existed. COACH She is usually a mild-mannered mentor, of sorts, for these girls...and now this?! Pantera pulls Generico up to a sitting position, and cranks her neck sideways, maliciously trying to snap it with her bare hands! Pantera ruthlessly moves her fingers into Generico's mouth, applying a vicious fishhook, stretching Generico's mouth as well. The referee is slow to notice it, but when he does, he forces a break of the hold. Pantera keeps Generico in the seated position and connects with a LOUD dragon kick to the spine! She pulls Generico up and connects with a quick palm strike to the jaw before dropping her on her head with a Saito suplex (high-angle side suplex)! COLE My Lord! Pantera gets right up and drops a stiff knee strike to the back of Generico's head. Combatienta slowly pulls Generico up, yelling at her, "Pare deshonrando mi deporte usted acto de comedia!" in the process. COACH I somehow learned how to speak a little Spanish...I believe she's saying, "Stop disgracing our sport, you comedy act!" Pantera then lifts Generico and drops her hard with a powerbomb! Combatienta then runs, bounces off of the ropes, and comes back with a double stomp, followed by another, before bringing all of her weight down on Generico's stomach again with a back senton! Pantera sits up for a second and shrugs at the sound of boos. Pantera gets up and does a standing martial-arts-style ax kick down on her stomach, then stands on Generico's throat while she tags out to Valerie. Valerie comes in with a big Eddy Guerrero-style slingshot senton, then pops up and goes to the second rope. Valerie does a Vader Bomb-style pump on the second rope to get momentum, then flips all of the way inward and hits a great senton (also known as Sexxxy Eddy's Total Sextacy)! COLE What a move! Valerie tries to go for the cover, but Pantera tags herself back in. Valerie tries to ask why, but Pantera just storms past her. COLE Combatienta REALLY must be pissed at El Chica Generico! Pantera drops down and viciously gouges at the eyes of Generico! The referee counts Pantera down to break the illegal hold.. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Pantera breaks the hold, and yells something at the referee that's inaudible before going right back to the grounded eye gouge... ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Pantera releases the gouge again...and bites Generico's nose! The referee physically pulls Combatienta off of Generico this time! Pantera gets up and flips off the referee in angry confusion before storming up to the top rope. Combatienta looks around at the unhappy crowd for a moment...then comes off of the ropes with a DANGEROUS top rope double stomp! "OOOOOH!" Pantera looks back and laughs at Generico's misfortune, as the Generic Female Luchadore reaches around in pain, trying to breathe. Pantera pulls Generico up to her feet, then lifts her up on her shoulder in an elevated bearhug-like position, then drops down onto her knees to perform an inverted gutbuster, with her shoulder crushing Generico's ribs. Pantera stands on one knee, embracing her boos from the crowd, as Generico waddles up to one knee, holding her gut in pain. Pantera stands up, turns around, and CONNECTS with a stiff-as-hell charging kick to Generico's face! Generico is seemingly knocked out cold. Pantera stands over Generico and starts yelling at her in Spanish... COLE Neither of us speaks Spanish fluently, so we have no clue what she's saying... COACH But I bet it's pretty heated words over Pantera thinking that Generico's goofiness disgraces the art of lucha libre. Pantera stands up straight and does the thumb across the throat taunt...then reaches down and literally rips, from the left eyehole, Generico's mask off of her head! COLE RING THE BELL! ::BELL RINGS:: BUFFER The winners of the match, as a result of UN FOUL~!...the team of El Chica Generico, "Floggin'" Molly Matthews, & Ashley Street! Molly and Ashley run into the ring and guard Generico's body and face with their own bodies. Valerie and Constance immediatelyd drop down to the aisle and walk back down the aisle, as Pantera slowly walks out of the ring with a huge smile on her face, holding up Generico's mask in celebration. She audibly yells something in English... PANTERA FUCKIN' SHIT, MAN! We cut back to a shot of the technicos' pile, as we can barely see Generico crying underneath her partners, who are trying to cover her up. COACH The ultimate show of disrespect by Pantera Combatienta! COLE Things are heating up, going into the Torneo Cibernetica on Pay-Per-View at November Reign! We'll be back with our first triple threat qualifier and an OAOAST superstar returns with some words about Eddie Guerrero. Stay tuned. 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KingPK 0 Report post Posted November 18, 2005 Magnum Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat/Howling at the Moon hits and Alfdogg comes through the curtains to an enormous reaction. COLE And here comes Alfdogg, down for the first of two qualifying matches tonight for the World title next week, and paying tribute to one of the all-time greats! Alf is wearing the late Eddie Guerrero's Scarface design "Latino Heat" shirt with the sleeves cut off, as opposed to the normal white T. BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 245 pounds! A former Heavyweight champion of the WORLD...ALFDOGG!!!!! Alf slides into the ring and poses in the corners, holding the shirt out with his thumbs and pointing to the sky as Simply Ravishing hits and the crowd pops huge once again at the appearance of Tony Brannigan. COACH And this should be a classic matchup right here, Cole! BUFFER And his opponent...from Hollywood, U.S.A.! He weighs in at 272 pounds, and is a former World heavyweight champion, as well as a former World tag team champion as a member of Black T...here is TONYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRANNIGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN NN!!!!! Tony enters the ring and removes his robe, posing for the crowd, then goes to his corner. COLE These men have been around ever since the OAOAST's inception, and are both former OAOAST World champions. But, amazingly as it sounds, this is the first time these two have ever faced off in a match! COACH That's right, Cole! In fact, there's only one prior occasion these guys have even so much as been in the same match together, and that would be when they were teammates in the War Games match where the aWo was vanquished forever nearly three years ago! *DING DING DING* Alf and Tony circle the ring, then tie up, and Alf grabs a side headlock. Tony pushes him off into the ropes, and then takes him down with a standing shoulderblock! Alf backs off into a corner. COLE Tony overpowering Alf, and once again, the winner of this contest will earn a spot in a triple threat match next week on Thanksgiving HeldDOWN~! Zack Malibu and Brock Ausstin will vy for the second challenger spot later tonight, and Zack's partner, Leon Rodez, will challenge Stephen Joseph for the OAOAST World championship tonight as well! COACH And just imagine, there's a chance one of these men will have to fend off both of the World tag team champions in order to regain the World title! Alf and Tony tie up once again, and Alf surprises Tony with an armdrag! Alf holds his arms out as Tony looks back at him from the corner. Tony comes out and grabs a side headlock, then gets pushed off into the ropes by Alf. Alf drops to the mat and Tony hops over, then stops, and Alf gets up and walks into a big bodyslam! Alf holds his back and crawls into the corner, then Tony does Eddie Guerrero's shimmy, much to the delight of the crowd. Alf charges Tony and gets caught in a headlock takedown. Alf scissors Tony's head, and Tony crawls around and flips over on top of Alf for a cover! 1.. 2...... Alf bridges up, but can't get all the way up. COLE There you see the size advantage of Tony coming into play, Alf unable to bridge back to his feet, and now another cover! 1... 2...... Alf with another bridge, and this time he manages to make it all the way up! Alf turns, and manages to counter Tony, attempting a backslide! COACH And once again, Tony should have the advantage here, unless Alf drops to his knees, and he is! Alf drops to one knee, then another, bringing Tony's shoulders to the mat! 1.... 2........... Tony gets free! Alf goes back after Tony, but catches a shoulder to the gut! Tony whips Alf to the ropes. Alf ducks a clothesline, then Tony drops down, and Alf leaps over and stops, then sends a foot to the gut, caught by Tony. Tony swings the foot around, but gets caught with a windmill kick, ala Shelton Benjamin! COLE And that's the first big move of this match, a beautiful windmill kick by Alf, and he's got the advantage! Alf gives Tony a kick to the gut, then gives him a snap suplex! Alf covers... 1... 2...... Tony kicks out! Alf picks up Tony and gives him a back suplex, then pulls himself up to the second rope, and drives an elbow into Tony! Alf with another cover! 1.... 2............. Another kickout! Alf drags Tony up into the corner, and lays in a CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Alf with another CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Suddenly, Tony grabs Alf and throws him into the corner! Tony sends boots to the gut, then forearms to the back! Tony sets up a whip, but Alf reverses, sending Tony into the opposite corner. Alf charges, but Tony moves out of the way, and Alf runs chest-first into the corner! Tony measures him, and hits him with a BIG clothesline! Another sends Alf over the top to the floor! COACH Alf out to the floor after those BIG clotheslines from Tony Brannigan, and Tony's not gonna give him any time to rest! Tony follows Alf out to the floor, and rams his face into the apron! Alf holds himself up with the apron, and goes to the eyes of Tony, then gives him a savate kick! As Tony is doubled over, Alf sets up a piledriver! COLE Oh no, not a piledriver on the floor! Alf has him up...but Tony is able to work his way back down, and backdrops Alf onto the floor! COACH And that move backfires big time on Alf, as he takes a nasty bump on the ringside floor! Tony gets to his feet first, and tosses Alf back into the ring. As Alf gets to his knees, Tony grabs him by the hair with his left hand and drives in rights to the head! Tony then picks up Alf in a slam position, and drives Alf's midsection into his knee, then tosses him to the mat! Cover... 1...... 2............. Kickout! Tony turns Alf over and drives knees to the back, then waits for Alf to get to his feet...and locks in a bearhug! COLE Bearhug slapped on by Tony Brannigan! Could this be it right here? COACH He's got it locked in good, Cole, but I don't think this is the end. Alf's been working for this opportunity ever since he came back at the start of the year, he's not going to let it slip away by giving up, and for that matter, neither will Tony! Tony jerks at Alf, who grabs the hair, but the referee removes his hands. Alf slowly fades, and the referee raises his arm... ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 THREE....NO! Alf keeps the arm up on the third drop, and drives a right hand to the head! Then a second! A third! Alf then bites Tony right on the bridge of the nose, forcing Tony to let go of the hold! Alf goes to the ropes, but Tony recovers and drives a BIG BOOT into the face of Alf! COLE Big boot by Tony there, and Alf's momentum stopped cold with that move. COACH That's right, and you can see the fans behind both of these guys, they can't make up their mind, they're cheering every move in this match! Tony picks up Alf in a vertical suplex...and holds him...and holds him...and then drops down! COLE And a crushing, delayed vertical suplex there by Tony, and here's a cover! 1........ 2................... NO! Alf kicks out! Tony picks up Alf and gives him a back suplex, then goes up to the top rope. COLE Tony going upstairs here, we don't see this much from him! As Tony gets to the top, Alf has made it back to his feet, and throws a dropkick, dropping Tony crotch-first on the corner! Alf then slowly gets up and follows Tony to the top, bringing him off with a superplex! Both men are out on the mat, as the referee begins his count... ONE!!! TWO!!!!!1 THREE!!!!!1 FOUR!!!!!!!!!!1 FIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 SIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Alf sits up, and starts to make it to his feet! Tony follows him up, and drives a right hand! Alf fires one back! Another by Tony, another returned by Alf! A third by Tony, and a third returned by Alf, and then Alf starts to fire off more and more, before Tony drives a knee to the midsection! Tony scoops Alf up for another slam, but Alf goes behind the back, then turns Tony around and hits a belly-to-belly overhead suplex! COLE Suplex! COACH Not much mustard on that suplex from Alf, obviously the moves from Tony have taken a lot out of him! COLE Gonna try another one here! Alf slowly walks back over and gets Tony over with a T-Bone suplex! A cover... 1....... 2................... NO!! Kickout by Tony! Alf goes to the top rope as Tony gets to his feet, and comes off with a MISSILE DROPKICK! Alf with another cover... 1........ 2................ ANOTHER kickout! Alf goes right back to the top, and jumps off again...but this time Tony catches him with a foot to the gut, and sets up a piledriver!!! COLE Here comes the Attitude Adjustment piledriver! This could be it! Tony gets Alf up, but Alf struggles and gets back down, then takes him down by the legs and hooks a SHARPSHOOTER~! as the crowd goes crazy! COLE Reversal...SHARPSHOOTER!!! Could this be it??? Tony yells out in pain, but drags his larger body towards the ropes. When Tony reaches out for them, Alf drags him back towards the middle! COACH And back to the middle of the ring! Alf holds on to the hold as Tony holds his face in his hands. Tony then pushes up with his hands, and grabs the referee by the belt, pulling him into Alf and causing the hold to be broken! The crowd applauds once more as Alf gives the referee shit. Tony slowly makes it back to his feet in the corner, and Alf charges. Tony ducks and helps Alf into the air, as Alf's momentum carries him to the top rope! Tony immediately turns around and pushes his legs out from under him, then follows him up, standing on the second rope. Tony then grabs Alf in a dragon sleeper, then grabs the back of his pants and pulls him to the mat in an INVERTED SUPLEX!!! COLE OH MY GOD!!! Alf is COMPLETELY out of it now, this has GOT to be it. COACH That was an inverted superplex, Cole, and it's knocked all the wind right out of Alf! Tony rolls Alf over, and covers... 1......... 2........................ 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!! Alf gets a shoulder up!!! COLE HOW did Alf kick out of that one??? Tony sits on the mat and catches his breath for a few seconds, then picks up Alf in another hanging suplex. This time, however, Tony staggers towards the ropes, and as he hits them, Alf goes to the floor, but Tony falls over with him! COACH Amazing, Alf had enough prescence of mind to hang on to that suplex and drag Tony over the top with him! Both men are out on the floor, and the referee gets to a six-count before Alf slides into the ring. Tony follows, climbing onto the apron, and delivering a shoulder to the midsection. Tony then springs over the ropes with a sunset flip, but Alf grabs the ropes and kneels down! 1............ 2.......................... Right before the three, the referee looks up and notices Alf's hands on the ropes. Alf removes his hands and holds them up in the air shaking his head, and Tony turns it over! 1............... 2................................ Alf kicks out again!!!!! Tony ducks down and Alf leaps over him, running to the ropes, then Tony leapfrogs him, and Alf comes back again, but Tony catches him, and goes for the OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE~!!!!!11111...but Alf hooks in a tight front facelock, and Tony has to release the grip! Alf lands on his feet on the turn, and then drops Tony with a Northern Lights bomb!!! Alf then goes to the top as the crowd gets to their feet...and connects with the FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 COLE HE HIT IT!!! This could be Alf's chance!!! Alf crawls over and covers... 1................. 2...................... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COACH HE DID IT!!! *DING DING DING* BUFFER The winner of this contest...ALFDOGG!!! Magnum Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat/Howling at the Moon starts up. COLE It's been a long road back for Alf, but next week on Thanksgiving HeldDOWN, he'll finally get another chance at the World heavyweight championship as a result of winning this match! Alf poses in the corner as Tony makes it to his feet, then jumps off to find Tony right in his face! COLE Alf and Tony, face to face, what's going to happen here? After a brief staredown, Tony takes a couple steps back and says something to Alf, then slowly extends his hand as the crowd roars in approval! Alf looks to one side of the crowd, and the the other, and then back at Tony and down at his hand, before slowly accepting and shaking the hand of Tony Brannigan! COLE How about that? After this hard fought match, with so much at stake, a great show of sportsmanship from these two great athletes! Tony leaves the ring as Alf circles the corners once more, then pounds his chest and points to the sky before heading back to the dressing room. CABOOSE So that's one opponent we know will face Leon Rodez next week. We'll find out who will join them later tonight as Zack Malibu faces Brock Ausstin. COACH Uh...'Boose? COLE Just let him be. The camera cuts to The Lightning Crew dressing room. Stephen Joseph Popick is just closing the door. In the room already is “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican. The crowd boos. PRL has a serious look on his face. Popick is holding the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt over his right shoulder. STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK So, you sure you want to do this? You sure you want to battle it out at November Reign? THA PUERTO RICAN Stephen, after the last two weeks, definitely. POPICK What? You still pissed about what I did during our Title match? PRL Popick, you gave me a low blow! I thought this was going to be a friendly match. I didn’t expect you to fight dirty! POPICK Once again, I did what I had to do! I did what I had to do to retain the OAOAST World Title! And I’m sure you would have done the same thing! PRL No I wouldn’t! You’re my friend! I would never do that to my friend! POPICK Yeah. I’m sure. You’re an asshole. A talented asshole. But still an asshole! You’d do anything to get that belt. I just gave you a low blow before you could give me one. PRL Well what about last week? Hitting me in the back with a chair? POPICK I already told you. I didn’t see you. I thought you were Otaku! PRL Well, I saw the footage from last week. You knew very well it was me! POPICK I didn’t. I did not know. If I knew, I would not have used the chair! Why is that so hard for you to understand? WHY IS THAT SO HARD FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND? PRL You know. When we had our first match, I took it easy on you. I didn’t want to hurt you. But now? After what’s happened in the past two weeks? All bets are off. At November Reign, I’m going to give it my all. I’m going to use everything I got to beat you. And Stephen, I pray that you beat Leon Rodez tonight to retain the World Title, because I would just love to beat you to become the OAOAST World Champion. Because if is for the World Title, then I will do anything, and I mean anything to become World Champion, even I have to HURT you to do it! Popick, on November 27th at November Reign, get ready for the fight of your life because I am going to lay the smackdown on your candy ass and God willing, become World Heavyweight Champion in the process! The crowd cheers! Stephen Joseph takes a second to soak this in. To say he is shocked at what PRL just said would be an understatement. STEPHEN JOSEPH Ahem. Okay. So, you are willing to have this match. Well, I’m fine with that. Hopefully, this match will be for the OAOAST World Title. Well, I got nothing left to say to you except may the best man win! Popick puts his right hand out. PRL stares at Popick and his hand. PRL Same here. Tha Puerto Rican shakes Stephen Joseph’s hand. POPICK Good luck. Popick pulls in PRL. He has a sinister look on his face. POPICK You’re gonna need it. “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph Popick stare at each other with angry looks on their faces. (Cut to Sofa Central with Triple C~!) COLE You heard Stephen Joseph earlier tonight. He has accepted PRL’s challenge. It’s official. At November Reign on November 27th, “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican will take on Stephen Joseph Popick, and if Popick wins his match tonight against Leon Rodez, that match will be for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title! COACH The alliance between PR and Popick has been strained in the past two weeks, ever since Popick defeated PRL to retain the World Title on HeldDOWN~!. And at November Reign, that alliance may end once and for all. CABOOSE Oh man. I can’t wait for this match. World Title or not, I want to see Tha Puerto Rican DESTROY Stephen Joseph Popick! It’s been a long time coming, and at November Reign, finally, FINALLY, Popick will get the ass whipping he deserves! COLE Speaking of PRL, The Lightning Crew’s Financial Consultant, Vitamin X, is standing by with Josh Matthews. Josh, are you there? The camera cuts to the interview set backstage. Vitamin X is standing by with Josh Matthews in street clothes. JOSH MATTHEWS Michael, I am here standing next to The Lightning Crew’s very own Vitamin X. X asked for this interview time, as he has an announcement to make. VITAMIN X That’s right, Josh. I am here tonight to announce that Tha Puerto Rican will not be the only Lightning Crew member in action at November Reign. Earlier today, Calvin Szechstein told me that at November Reign, it’s going to be Otaku II and me locking up in a one-on-one singles match. JOSH MATTHEWS A rematch from World Without End. VX That is correct. And I for one can’t wait for it. Otaku has beaten me. I have beaten Otaku. At November Reign, we will have the rubber match. And I shouldn’t have to tell you who will come on top. (Whispers): Me. (Normal voice): And why is that? Because I am Vitamin X, the X-Man, and at November Reign, I will prove to Otaku that I am THAT much better than him! BOO-YAH~! Vitamin X starts doing the Shane-O-Mac Shuffle. JOSH MATTHEWS Guys back to you. (Cut to Triple C~!) COLE Another match has been made for November Reign. Otaku II goes head-to-head with Vitamin X in a rematch from World Without End. COACH What’s he talking about? Having a victory over Otaku. That never happened. CABOOSE Yeah it did. On the HeldDOWN~! after World Without End. Remember? COLE He won by countout! And it wasn’t even a real match anyway. Otaku never made it to the ring! He got knocked out by Cuban Wall! CABOOSE It was a hard fought victory for Vitamin X. I don’t see how you can see it differently. COLE UGH! Let's change gears quickly here. Earlier this week, a former member of the OAOAST roster contacted us because he wanted to say a few words about the passing of Eddie Guerrero. We fade into a room. A picture of Eddie Guerrero hangs on the wall. Sitting in front of it is Austin "Ragdoll" Baker, former OAOAST X and HI-YAH World Heavyweight Champion. He wears a "Latino Heat" shirt and tight black jeans with a black fedora rests on his head. He smiles slightly as he looks at the camera. RAGDOLL "I met Eddie six months after I started wrestling. He came up to me at a party, shook my hand and introduced himself...and that sums up Eddie, in my eyes. He's the kind of guy that will meet YOU before you meet HIM...you know what I mean? He was the kindest person I have ever met, and I only knew him for a few hours. He talked to me about life in Las Vegas; we talked about his family and how proud of Chavo he was, mainly because I had just worked with Chavo the week prior. He...I dunno how to describe it...he was just so...Genuine, you know? When we talked, he seemed like he was really enjoying talking to me, much as I was to him. When I heard he had passed on...I'll never forget it...This is the wrestler version of the JFK assassination: Everyone remembers where they were when they heard. My mom actually called me and said, "Austin, Eddie Guerrero died." I was outside playing with my daughter, and Jasmine walked out, tears streaming from her eyes, and handed me the phone. We tried to go and visit him in the hospital, but there were SO many people there...It was at that time that I realized just how much Eddie meant to people. He won everyone's heart...Everyone...if you ask someone who has met Eddie for even a second if they loved him...if someone says no, they're a liar. Plain and simple. Eddie Guerrero will live in our hearts forever. Pound for pound, in my eyes...there wasn't a more genuine human being in the world...The world just seems...emptier. Eddie Guerrero, rest in peace." -FADE TO BLACK Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted November 18, 2005 *Give me fuel Give me fire Give me that which I desire!* “Fuel” by Metallica starts playing. The crowd stands up and cheers loudly. After a few seconds, the entrance doors slide open, and John “Rock Hard” Brickston comes out to a loud pop. Brickston acknowledges the pop from the crowd, pointing to both sides of the entrance stage. Brickston gets the crowd pumped up, and then walks down the entrance ramp, slapping hands with the fans along the way. *DING DING DING* MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit. Introducing first. Coming to the ring at this time. Standing 6-foot-6 and weighing in at 215 lbs. From Sacramento, California. JOHN “ROCK HARDDDD” BRRIICCCKKSTOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!! COLE The big man, John Brickston, is ready for action, going up against his old nemesis Tha Puerto Rican in one-on-one action! Brickston enters the ring, and lets out a mighty roar. “Rock Hard” raises his arms in the air, which pops the crowd. Brickston gets on the second turnbuckle and points to the crowd, a smile on his face. COACH Brickston is looking for some revenge, I bet. The last time PRL and him went at it in a one-on-one match was at The Great Angle Bash back in June, where PRL defeated Brickston to capture the OAOAST Italian Championship. COLE And I bet that lost has been in the back of Brickston’s head ever since. John Brickston stands in the ring, waiting for PRL’s arrival. “Fuel” by Metallica dies down. CABOOSE John Brickston has lost to PRL before. You can bet he’s going to lose to him again. COLE Well if you remember, PRL needed The Lightning Crew, a stun taser, and a steel chair in order to beat Brickston the last time they met. CABOOSE I don’t remember any of that. COLE Of course you wouldn’t. The lights go down in the arena. 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, and out from the curtains and through the smoke comes "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican…in a suit and tie. COLE What the hell? COACH PRL isn’t in his wrestling gear. The crowd boos loudly and chants “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PR is wearing sunglasses and has a smirk on his face. He is wearing his custom made spinner 24/7 Championship belt over his waist. COLE What’s going on? Why is PRL wearing a suit and tie? COACH I think John Brickston is as confused as we are. Tha Puerto Rican has a mic in his hand. “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN Cut the damn music! “Know Your Role ‘99” dies down. THA PUERTO RICAN John. John. John. Oh man. Oh boy. John, I don’t think you got the memo. Of course, even if you did get the memo, you wouldn’t read it anyone, you illiterate bastard. But, there’s not going to be a match tonight. Nuh-uh. See, in two weeks time, I’m going to face Stephen Joseph Popick. So, I need all the rest I can get. And that means, no wrestling for the next two weeks. So, John, I’m afraid I can’t fight you tonight. Or next week. Oh well. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! The crowd boos. Brickston is pissed. COLE Now come on! CABOOSE Now. Now. PRL needs all the rest he can get if he wants to be 100% for his match against Popick at November Reign. PRL So, John. Just go home. Go to the gym. Whatever. Just get the hell out of the ring! Goodbye. Brickston can’t take it anymore, and leaves the ring! The crowd starts cheering. PRL’s smile fades. COLE Uh-oh. PRL Now John. Didn’t you hear what I say? There’s not going to be a match! John, Johnny! No match! Please, John, hold on! Brickston comes closer and closer to PRL. PRL tries to beg Brickston off, but Rock Hard punches Puerto in the face! Brickston grabs PR and punches him in the face again! COLE John Brickston wants a match against Tha Puerto Rican! CABOOSE Brickston, you idiot! Didn’t you hear Tha Puerto Rican? The match is cancelled! John “Rock Hard” Brickston grabs Tha Puerto Rican and drags him to ringside. He throws him into the ring. Referee Mickey Jay enters the ring and calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN vs. JOHN “ROCK HARD” BRICKSTON John “Rock Hard” Brickston takes PRL’s 24/7 Title belt and throws it aside. He kicks PRL in the face. Brickston then rips PRL’s sports jacket and dress shirt off of PRL’s back. CABOOSE Those cost $500.00 you idiots! John Brickston kicks PRL in his bare back. “Rock Hard” picks up Puerto and whips him into the ropes, followed by giving him a belly-to-back suplex! Brickston goes back to stomping on PRL’s back. PRL screams like a little girl and pleads, “Show me some mercy!” The crowd starts chanting “BRICK-STON! BRICK-STON! BRICK-STON! BRICK-STON!” John Irish whips PRL into the ropes, and follows with a big boot that turns PRL inside out! COLE What a shot by John Brickston! That had to hurt! CABOOSE Oh lay off him PRL! Leave him alone! John “Rock Hard” Brickston raises his arms again, and then goes back to stomping PR. He picks up Puerto and whips him into the ropes again. PRL goes for a clothesline, but Brickston ducks it, grabs PRL from behind, and gives him a Full-Nelson Slam! Brickston follows by doing the “You can’t see me!” hand gesture. CABOOSE Now was that really necessarily? I think not. Brickston poses for the crowd again. He grabs Tha Puerto Rican. Tha Puerto Rican scratches Brickston in the eyes! Puerto Rican punches Brickston in the face several times with Rock-style left jabs. Punch. Punch. Spit in the left hand. Punch. COLE And Tha Puerto Rican is now in control of John Brickston! PRL beats on Brickston. He whips him into the ropes, and takes Brickston down with a flying clothesline. Tha Puerto Rican takes off the belt from his dress pants, which causes the crowd to boo. PRL stands over Brickston with the belt in his left hand, and proceeds to start slapping the belt across Brickston’s back! John screams out in pain, while PRL continues using the belt across Brickston’s back, taunting him in between. COLE How is the referee allowing this to happen? COACH Look at Brickston’s back! It’s red! CABOOSE Oh yeah. Whip him! Whip him PR! Whip him till blood comes out his back! Tha Puerto Rican chokes Brickston with the belt. He picks him up and gives him a Russian Legsweep, still choking him with the belt. Puerto lets go, allowing referee Mickey Jay to throw the belt out of the ring. The Corporate Champ does some shaky leg kicks onto John Brickston. The crowd boos. “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Puerto Rican yells at the crowd, telling them to shut up. Puerto grabs Brickston by his head, and applies a chinlock. COLE Brickston is caught in the devastating chinlock! PRL cinches the chinlock, putting his legs around Brickston’s body. Referee Mickey Jay checks on Brickston. COLE It looks like Brickston is fading away. The crowd chants “BRICK-STON! BRICK-STON!” Tha Puerto Rican trash talks John while still applying the chinlock. Suddenly, John Brickston shoots right up, not feeling the effects of the chinlock at all! The crowd cheers. Tha Puerto Rican now has a look of fear on his face. John Brickston walks around the ring, PRL still on his back. Brickston tries to swat PRL off his back, but the CORPORATE 24/7 Champion hangs on! COLE PRL is hanging on for dear life! CABOOSE Come on Puerto! Don’t let go! Whatever you do, don’t let go! Brickston sees a turnbuckle, and gets an idea. He runs toward a turnbuckle, slamming PRL’s back against it. “Rock Hard” Brickston slams PRL’s back against the turnbuckle again. And again! And again! Finally, Tha Puerto Rican lets go. Brickston clotheslines PRL against the turnbuckle to further his offense. Brickston whips Tha Puerto Rican into the ropes. PRL reverses. Brickston reverses, and lifts PRL onto his shoulders! The crowd starts cheering knowing what’s coming up next! KILLSWITCH! COLE Brickston hits the Killswitch! It’s almost over! John Brickston lets out a mighty roar! He grabs PRL’s right leg and turns him around. Brickston kneels down, grabbing PRL’s right leg with his left hand, and PRL’s ankle with his right. Brickston twists the ankle! COLE Anklelock! Anklelock on Tha Puerto Rican! CABOOSE Aw no! No! Come on don’t tap out! Don’t tap out! Tha Puerto Rican tries to claw to the ropes, but is unsuccessful. He has no choice but to tap out! *DING DING DING* (6:31) COLE And John Brickston defeats Tha Puerto Rican! “Fuel” by Metallica starts playing. PRL clutches his right leg. John Brickston gets his hands raised by Mickey Jay. BUFFER Here is your winner…JOHN “ROCK HARDDDD” BRICKKKSTOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNN!!! Brickston gets on the second turnbuckle and poses with a smile on his face. COLE Well, John Brickston has gotten some measure of revenge against Tha Puerto Rican making him tap out to the anklelock. CABOOSE Tha Puerto Rican wasn’t even supposed to be wrestling tonight. He was unprepared. And John Brickston took advantage of that. THAT’S why he won! The crowd cheers loudly. Brickston glares at Tha Puerto Rican who is still holding his leg. He then leaves the ring. COLE I seriously doubt that’s why he won. Brickston won because he was the better wrestler. CABOOSE Oh pish-paw! John “Rock Hard” Brickston walks up the entrance ramp and raises his arms in the air. Puerto Rican crawls out of the ring, still holding his right leg. COLE This lost must hurt PRL’s momentum as he heads to November Reign on November 27th. COACH You guys notice that Stephen Joseph wasn’t with him at all during the match? COLE Yeah, I noticed that too. I wonder what that is all about. CABOOSE Hopefully, they’re no longer friends Tha Puerto Rican limps to the entryway. But he stops when he sees Stephen Joseph Popick walk towards him. COLE Uh-oh. What’s this? The crowd boos even louder than before. Popick has the OAOAST World Title belt over his waist. He is also is a foul mood. COLE Obviously, Popick isn’t pleased that PRL lost. Indeed. Popick scolds Tha Puerto Rican. STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK That’s the best you can do? When you’re on your own, that’s the best you can do? Jesus, you need me more than you think! PRL I don’t need you. I can beat people on my own. POPICK No you can’t. You just proved it. PRL Yes I can. Popick SLAPS PRL across the face! POPICK You make me sick! Popick leaves. Tha Puerto Rican is shocked. COLE Stephen Joseph just SLAPPED Tha Puerto Rican across the face! COACH That’s his client! He’s Tha Puerto Rican’s “Career Consultant”. COLE It looks like PRL and Popick’s friendship is detereorating more and more every week! COACH By the time November Reign comes, will Popick and PRL still have an alliance? PRL holds his left cheek, shocked. Some fans chant “P.R.! P.R.! P.R.! P.R.!” COLE I guess we'll find out if these two can patch things up. Right now we've got Terry Taylor standing..... CABOOSE Oh God, not him. COACH What? You have a problem with him? CABOOSE It's not that. It's just everytime he does an interview, I have to pop a couple of Tylenol afterwards. COLE Well, I don't think he's with the Chicks over Dicks this time. Let's throw it to him. OAOAST correspondent Terry Taylor is outside in the parking lot area. TERRY Well, ladies and gentlemen, I was all set to conduct an interview Los Diablos de Fuego, the most talked about tag team since Chicks Over Dicks, a duo I'm very familar with, when I received word they had fled arena. Just minutes ago I was informed they were on their way back to the building, and here I am outside ready for their arrival. I haven't been able to find out why they left the arena, just that they left on foot. * HONK, HONK...HONK, HONK, HONK * From the cover of darkness a pair of HEADLIGHTS beam straight ahead, the rock classic "Rock You Like a Hurricane" blaring from the car speakers. TERRY I can clearly make out Los Diablos de Fuego, Moracca and Mariachi, but I can't tell who the person driving the is. Whoever it is, they are wearing glasses. Oh, no. ALIX SPEZIA! "Here I am am...Rock you like a hurricane!" Alix Maria Spezia, one half of Chicks Over Dicks, pulls up in a pink PINTO, wearing an aviator hat, googles and a red scarf around her neck. In the passengers seat are Los Diablos de Fuego, sitting on top of each other, sharing a bottle of TEQUILA with two straws. Alix parks the car and the 3 step out, taking a seat on the hood. ALIX Hiya, Rooster. I see you remember me. TERRY I have nightmares about you. ALIX That's sweet. And freaky. But mostly sweet. Like my hat? Admittingly, it's not as cute as M & M's cute pink masks, but it's very fashionable. I feel like that great aviator Angie Everheart. TERRY What in the world are you driving? And what are you doing hanging out with Los Diablos de Fuego? MARIACHI (sounding like Speedy Gonzalez) The sexiest tag team in all of Meh-e-co, amigo. MORACCA Ole! ALIX Do I detect a hint of jealously, Terrific Terry? I think I do. Seeing as how we always seem to keep running into each other, let me be the first to introduce to you the vehicle that will become more popular than the Batmobile or the Ashton Martin. I present to you the...Wang-mobile. TERRY The Wang-moblie? ALIX Mm-hmm. Yep. Word. Si. Ja. Yeah. Ya see, ever since my comments at World Without End about Mexicans, my tummy has been all tied up in knots. At first I thought somebody had tied all my repreductive organs together, but Krista told me only a doctor could do that, though she said it would probably be best for civilization if I couldn't reproduce. Whatever. Then one night while I was in bed, resting on my back, doing a bit of soul searching and nearly lodging my vibrator in my fanny pack forever, it hit me. Orgasm! Then it really, really, really, really hit me. I don't consider myself a very religious person. Yes, I believe in the Easter Bunny. And I hope He doesn't have any hard feelings when my time comes because I did nothing to save my pet bunny rabbit from having his head whacked off by granny. (looks up into the heavens) Oh, great Easter Bunny, forgive me. If I had know grandma would crack Bunny Rummy's skull open with a hammer while singing "Kill the wabbit! Kill the wabbit!" and in the process bring back repressed memories of that evil man who played with my rabbit tail and laughed like Elmer Fudd, I wouldn't have never gave him up. It wasn't my fault we couldn't have a rabbit at our new apartment. It was Mr. Furley's fault. Mr. Furelyyyy! Los Diablos hand Alix their bottle of tequila. She takes a drink and wipes her mouth. ALIX Oh, Easter Bunny, I'm turning into Krista. All I need is a kid, a best-selling book and DVD, two stints in Betty Ford -- and a third on the way -- a narcissistic ex and I'm her. As I was saying. I don't consider myself a very religious person, but that night I think I knew how Moses felt when he parted the Red Sea with the 24" pythons, dude. It was then that I felt the power of the Easter Bunny running wild through my body. In actuality, I forgot to take out my vibrator. The point is, I knew what I had to do. I got on my Hello Kitty phone and called Krista in Agrentina, asking her to apologize to all the Mexican people. Krissy got all pissy, screaming at me for interrupting her during the Bush protest. I mean, really, she should just shave it if she doesn't like it. "I'm in Argentina, not Mexico," she said. How the heck am I supposed to know the difference between the two? Both countries speak French. To make my wasting Krista's time worth while I asked her if she could ever be so kind and get me an autograph from Evita. And she hung up on me! I just wanted her to ask Evita what it was like to date Denis Rodman. Then it hit me again. I checked to see if I hadn't forgotten to take out my vibrator. All clear. Third time's the charm. The OAOAST employs little Mexicans. Los Diablos de Fuego. MORACCA & MARIACHI Ole! ALIX Hurray! Nothing comes easy to me. Not 2+2 or the proper use of semi-colons. So when I heard Moracca and Mariachi made a run for it, I knew now was the time. I didn't know where they lived. The OAOAST doesn't give out information on wrestlers' private lives. For all I knew M & M crossed the Rio Grande. But when they saw I was after them, boy, did they put on the afterburners. I followed them for blocks, finally trapping them after they immediately ran out of the strip club they had enter with bras and panties, which I happen to be wearing right now. I'm not one to question people's sexuality, but...(whispering)...I think they're gay. MORACCA Smile. MORACCA & MARIACHI :D ALIX Ain't that just the cutest thing? Anyway, we struck a conversation that consisted of 15 minutes worth of "que's" and "what's." Luckily I knew enough sign language to make out Taco Bell. Did you know Taco Bell in sign language is just pointing behind you at the Taco Bell across the strip club? I didn't. Los Debtors were homesick. So, after convincing Moracca and Mariachi that I had all my cootie shots, I went riding--cruising, as my cholos, would say--with them to Taco Bell to bring a little piece of home to them. We even brought you something, Terry. Los Diablos toss a Taco Bell paper bag to Taylor. MARIACHI Grande meal. TERRY Th--Thank you. I think. ALIX It was there that I told them, as the voice of the Mexican people, that I'm sorry for my comments at the WEEEEE. MORACCA No pee. No have to pee. ALIX No, I'm talking about the pay-per-view. MARIACHI We lose, but we make doctor amigos. MORACCA Ah, si. Free colon exams. Muy caliente. MARIACHI Si. Los Diablos giggle, then take a sip of tequila out of their straws. ALIX I have what my fellow brothers and sisters call soul, Terry. I'm like Halle Berry; I'm mixed! Maybe the Academy will send me an Oscar. MORACCA & MARIACHI Que? TERRY Uh, I think you're a bit confused, young lady. ALIX And how would you know that, hmmmmm? You weren't a rooster and yet you still called yourself the Red Rooster? Hmmmmmm? MORACCA Cock-a-doodle-do. MARIACHI Heh Heh Heh Heh Heh. Cock-a-doodle-do! MORACCA (giggling) Muy malo. ALIX (CONT'D) My middle name is Maria, that makes me Mexican. MORACCA & MARIACHI Ole! ALIX Oil of Olay! I'm a soul man-- woman. Soul woman. TERRY You brought up something I'd like to ask you about. ALIX My vibrator? TERRY No. ALIX You want an autograph from Evita, too? Well, you just gonna have to wait, buster. I asked first! TERRY Not that, Alix. I wanna ask you about Krista. ALIX (disappointed) Oh, I see. I know what you're gonna ask me, Terry. TERRY You do? ALIX Yep. You wanna ask Krista out on a date? TERRY What?! No! ALIX It's because she's blonde, right? Blondes have more fun. She isn't easy. I am. I'm very easy. And I don't have a kid. I'd go down on you a minute thirty into the date, Krista wouldn't. She hates all men, the oppressors, as she calls them. I wouldn't go out with you anyway. You're old enough to be my father, sicko! In case you didn't hear it right the first time. Sicko! MORACCA (slurred speech) Los Diablos de Fuego will liberate los hombres, Senor Taylor. TERRY I wasn't going to ask her for a date. ALIX Suuuuuure. TERRY Seriously. I wanted to ask you about Krista's actions last week. ALIX Oh, that. Well, you know her. Never missing an opportunity to beat up one of the guys. Johnny Exlax and Scotty "I'd get more action if my last name were Baio" Static got what they had comin'. You don't abuse the K.I.D. and expect to get away with it. No sireebob. Krista has bigger balls than most men. Now that I think about it, she is kinda manly in a way. She curses, loves to drink, scratch her crotch area, and is tough. The bitch is tough. If we were lesbains, and some people actually think we are -- can you believe that? -- she would be the butch one, throwing me down on the bed and attacking me like a wild savage. OOOOOOH, yeah! TERRY What's this have to do with Krista's actions last week?! ALIX Nothing. I just like talking. Can you tell I like talking? Krista says I talk too much. But I can't help it. She says the mouth is like diarrhea. As if. The mouth is meant for talking and cramming a 9" d-- * RING RING * Alix picks up her cellphone. ALIX Hello? Hey, girlfriend. Whatcha doin'? (waves at the camera) Hi! Hi Maya. How'd the book signing go? Record attendence? Bitchin', girl! Whaddya mean I look like an idiot? I feel warm and cuddly, like Snuggles. Remember Snuggles? Oh, come on, Snuggles isn't the product of capitalist pigs because pigs can't talk, silly. Unless it's Babe. Babe can talk. STOP YELLING AT ME! Maya, your mom is abusing me again. "Look out behind you"? Why? * BOOM * Scotty Static breaks a 2x4 across the back of Alix, while Johnny Jax clotheslines Los Diablos from behind, knocking off their somberos. Static picks up the tequila and takes a drink before SHATTERING it over the head of Alix. TERRY Help! We need help! COLE My god! Somebody get security out there now! Terry tries to put a stop to things, but he's quickly overwhelmed by the youthful GPX. Static and Jax put the boots to Alix, before scooping her up and slamming her on the hood of the car. Scotty CHOKES an onconusious Alix Spezia with her own scarf while putting the badmouth to Alix and Krista. COLE Get some help out there now, damnit! I understand security is on their way, but they can't get their soon enough. Those bastards, Scotty Static and Johnny Jax, damn them! The GPX watch as a shaken Moracca and Marichi rise back to their feet and laugh. They walk up to them, Los Diablos staggering back, not knowing what hit them moments ago. SCOTTY Yo, Jax, aren't they the openingly homosexual tag team in the biz? JOHNNY Yeah, man. Hey, this is INS. The GPX laugh. SCOTTY Lemme ask ya sweethearts a question. Being a straight-to-the-bone red-blooded American male... JOHNNY (singing) American male...American male... Hahaha! SCOTTY (CONT'D) I'm wondering, what's it like to, you know... JOHNNY I dare you, bro. I dare you. Triple dog dare you, boy! SCOTTY Oh, you triple dog dare me? JOHNNY Triple dog dare, baby! SCOTTY (to Los Diablos) What it like to...take up the ass? Johnny Jax becomes estatic, jumping up and down. JOHNNY I so can't believe you did it, son! DAYUM! SCOTTY (to Los Diablos) Hey! I asked you a question. Do you know who we are? MORACCA N'Sync? MARIACHI (Excitedly pointing at Johnny) Ricky Martin! Ricky Martin! Atractivo estupendo! MORACCA & MARIACHI (singing) I don't care! I just wanna be yours! I know I'd told you I'd never love you the way I did again, after all that you did to me! JOHNNY Oh, that's it, bitch. Without further comment, the enraged GPX pounce on Los Diablos de Fuego, slamming them against the car and peppering them with brutal right hands. SCOTTY We're the Global Party XChange! The best tag team this damn company has ever seen. Los Diablos begin fighting back with wild blows to the head and body. They charge Scotty and Johnny and take them down to the pavement! Surprised that the fruity duo was able one-up them, GPX is unable to prevent the Diablos from hammering their handsome faces with wild punches. The fans watching from the AngleTron inside the arena roar as Mariachi and Moracca take it to the brash and cocky GPX. COLE Oh, my god! Los Diablos de Fuego and The GPX are throwing it down in the parking lot. COACH I've never seen Los Diablos act like this. Shouldn't they be throwing weak slaps and pinching arms and butts? COLE Los Diablos de Fuego are actually taking it to The GPX. I say good riddence. What they did to Alix was over the line. The crowd boos as security forces lead by Carl Winslow breakup the fight in the parking lot. Los Diablos and EMTs check on Alix, who is still slumped over the car's hood. Behind the protection of a mass of burly security guards, GPX hurls a string of homophobic slurs at their new rivals. COLE I hope Alix is okay. It's a good sign that she's moving around. I tell you what. The war of words between The GPX and COD just took a serious turn, one I think will leave The GPX regretting this night. Krista is going to be pissed! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted November 18, 2005 (edited) A cold, dark voice begins to speak the ungodly hymn over the loud speakers, as smoke begins to cover the entrance way. "Come on God, Answer Me. For Years, I've Been Asking You Why? Why are the Innocent Dead and the Guilty Alive? Where is Justice? Where is Punishment? . . . . . . . . . . . Or Have You Already Answered? Have You Already Said to the World, Here is Justice. Here is Punishment. Here.... In Me." Punishment by BIOHAZARD hits and Brock Ausstin comes through the curtains, accompanied by his manager, Rick Heyross. Boos shower him as Buffer starts his announcement. BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied by his manager, Rick Heyross! Hailing from Victoria, Minnesota, and weighing in at 320 pounds...a member of Stevens/Heyross Incorporated, and one of the most fearsome figures in the wrestling world today...BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROCK AUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! COLE And here comes Brock Ausstin, attempting to qualify for a shot at the World championship next week on Thanksgiving HeldDOWN~! But it'll be no easy task getting there, Coach! COACH No doubt, Cole! His opponent has BEEN to the top on two occasions already! Brock does the HAPPY HAPPY HOSS DANCE~! in the ring, as Getting Away With Murder by Papa Roach hits and the audience EXPLODES as Zack Malibu walks down the aisle. BUFFER His opponent...weighing in at 200 pounds even, and hailing from Providence, Rhode Island! He is one half of the reigning OAOAST World tag team champions, as well as a former two-time OAOAST Heavyweight champion of the WORLD!!! ZZZZZZZZZZZACK MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMALIBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!! COLE And if Zack wins this match, he'll have a chance to become the first three-time World champion in OAOAST history! COACH And after tonight's over, who knows...he could have to face his partner for that honor! COLE That's exactly right, Coach! We already know Alfdogg will be one of his opponents, but the other piece of the opposition still to be... Speaking of Alfdogg, Cole is interrupted by Magnum Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat/Howling at the Moon, as well as a big pop for the entrance of Alfdogg himself! COACH Well, speaking of Alf, here he comes! He looks to be headed our way, Cole! Zack and Brock watch Alf as he waves at both of them in the ring, then grabs a headset at the table. COLE And Alfdogg joining us at the announce position here...what brings you here, Alf? ALF Well what brings me here, Cole, is I figure now that I've finally qualified for a shot at the OAOAST championship, I may as well see firsthand who one of my opposition is going to be. *DING DING DING* COACH Could part of it be, Alf, the rivalry between yourself and the S.H.I. that brings you out here, being that Brock Ausstin, a member of that organization? ALF You know, Coach, I'm a little offended that you, of all people, would make those false accusations about me! I'm just out here to watch what's sure to be a great wrestling match. Brock and Zack tie up, and Brock shoves Zack off into the corner and does the Hulk Hogan crunching pose, drawing boos. COLE Zack overpowered by Brock there, as you might expect... COACH Well let me ask you this Alf, last week you announced your fourth partner right here on HeldDOWN, we heard the music at AngleMania when you had a bloody showdown with Sandman9000. So my question is, is the Sandman here tonight? ALF I'll be honest with you, Coach, I really don't know. I haven't seen him since that match...I don't know WHAT runs through his mind. Brock whips Zack into the ropes, and Zack slides underneath his legs, then gives him a dropkick! However, Brock manages to stay on his feet, so Zack gives him a second one, and this one sends him through the ropes to the floor! COLE Brock Ausstin sent to the floor...so do you have any preference as to which one of these guys you'll be facing next week on Thanksgiving HeldDOWN, Alf? ALF Absolutely not, I've beaten both of these guys in the past, and I'll do it again to whichever one I need to in order to regain the World title. As Brock tries to get back into the ring, Zack gives him a baseball slide to the face, sending him back into the guardrail! Zack then grabs the ropes and leaps to the top turnbuckle, then jumps out of the ring with a bodypress onto Brock! Zack delivers right hands to the head, then puts Brock back into the ring. Zack then goes to the top rope, and hits Brock with a missile dropkick!!! Cover... 1........... 2.......................... Kickout by Brock! Zack gets up and drops a knee to the sternum, then goes to the outside, and springs in with a guillotine legdrop! Zack covers again... 1.......... 2...................... Kickout again! Zack lifts Brock up, and gives him a Russian legsweep! He then signals for the Zack Attack! COACH And there's the signal for that Shining Wizard, he calls it the Zack Attack! Thsi one could be over very quickly! ALF I'd be very surprised if someone could put Brock away this quickly, I've gotta think he's got a lot more left in him than this. Zack lets Brock get to his knees, then hammers him on the back with forearms. He then goes to the other side of the ring, and charges with the Zack Attack~!!! However, Brock rolls away to avoid it, then drives a knee to the midsection of Zack! Zack reverses an Irish whip, but puts his head down! Brock kicks Zack, then whips him back in. Zack slides underneath again, but this time gets caught with a MASSIVE clothesline which turns him inside out!!! COLE WOW, Zack turned inside-out with that clothesline, and the tide has definitely turned in this matchup! Brock walks around the ring taunting the fans, as Zack gets up in a corner. Brock charges and levels Zack with another clothesline in the corner! Zack sinks down to the mat, but Brock picks him back up. Brock grabs him under the left arm and around his neck, and VEALS him all the way into the opposite corner, drawing OOHS and AHHS from the crowd! Zack slides to the outside, and Brock follows, dropping him from a slam position onto the guardrail! Brock then picks up Zack...and gives him a belly-to-belly overhead INTO THE CROWD!!! COLE TOTALLY uncalled for from Brock Ausstin, he could have hurt innocent people with that move! Brock slides into the ring to break the count, raising his arms to draw some more boos from the crowd. He then goes back to the outside and drags Zack over the rail by his hair, and throws him back into the ring. Brock delivers another belly-to-belly overhead, and then covers... 1............... 2........................... Kickout! Brock picks up Zack and locks in an abdominal stretch! COLE And Brock looking to make Zack Malibu submit here, and should that happen, he'll join the man sitting to my right, Alfdogg, in a triple threat match for the OAOAST World title next week on Thanksgiving HeldDOWN~! Brock hammers away at the exposed side of Zack as the hold is applied, then inches closer to the ropes. As the referee checks on Zack, Brock grabs the ropes, pulling on them as Zack writhes in pain! The referee looks up, right after Brock lets go of the ropes. The referee asks Brock if he was using the ropes, and Brock shakes his head. COLE You saw just a minute ago Brock cheating to gain an unfair advantage by grabbing the ropes. ALF It's only cheating if you get caught, Cole. That's smart what Brock's doing right there, he knows the referee can't possibly see him holding the ropes while he's checking on Zack, and he's using it to his advantage. Brock grabs the ropes again as the referee goes back into his position. Once again, he's too late to see the unfair advantage. He gets back down again, but this time, as Brock grabs the ropes, the ref sneaks around the back and catches him, starting the count. When he gets to four, Zack manages to power him over in a hiptoss! Zack then dropkicks him to the back of the knee and goes to the top rope...but when he leaps off, Brock catches him in a big powerslam! Brock gets to his knees and pumps his fists, then covers... 1.............. 2....................... NO! Zack kicks out! COLE Brock with another two-count, as Zack was starting to gain a little momentum there, but got stopped cold with that huge powerslam! And Alf, it's starting to look more and more like this is the man you'll be fending off next week in order to become a two-time World champion... At this point Brock looks down at Alf in the announce booth. ALF Don't worry about me, son, you worry about him. Finish him off, then you get all of this you can handle, trust me. Brock gives Zack a back suplex, then goes to the top? COACH Look at Brock, going all the way to the top here, what's going to happen? Brock comes off with a flying splash, but Zack gets the knees up! Both men are down, and the referee starts counting... ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Both men start getting to their feet, and Zack quickly delivers a dropkick to the kneecap of Brock! Brock drops back down to the mat, and Zack grabs the leg, and drops a knee on it! Zack then hooks in a half Boston crab! Brock screams in pain as the referee asks him if he wants to give it up! Zack is sitting deep on the hold, but Brock is still able to struggle his way to the ropes! The referee counts to four, and Zack breaks. Zack lets Brock get to his feet, and kicks the leg back out from under him! Brock gets back to one knee, and Zack bounces off the ropes and NAILS him with a YAKUZA~! kick! Cover... 1.................. 2................................. NO!!! Brock gets a foot on the ropes! Zack whips Brock into the ropes, but Brock hooks the ropes and Zack misses a dropkick! Brock sets up a vertical suplex, but Zack slips behind the back and shoves him into the corner...but the referee is standing there, and is now out on the mat! Zack catches Brock coming out of the corner with the TRENDSETTER~!!! Zack covers, but there's no referee! Zack slaps the mat three times, as the crowd counts along with him! COLE Zack could have pinned Brock Ausstin right there, but there's no referee! Rick Heyross grabs the water jug from the announcers' table, and throws it onto Brock! As Zack attempts to revive the referee, Brock slides over and hits a low blow! Brock then slides to the outside, grabbing a steel chair! COACH Brock with a steel chair now, no referee! ALF Brock's doing what he's got to do to get into that match next week, I gotta respect... Alf is cut off as he's BLASTED in the head with the chair! COLE HEY! What the hell are you doing? Alf lays on the floor and removes his headset as Brock goes back into the ring and lays the chair down on the mat. He then sets Zack up for the F-STUNNER-5~!!!!!11111 But as he lines Zack up with the chair on the mat... The lights in the arena dim, and the crowd ERUPTS. The lights then begin going crazy, as if a virus has infected them, randomly jerking around the arena, frantically changing colors and turning off and on. It’s as if a bad anime scene has come to life. COACH Oh my GOD, there's that music again! Brock drops Zack to the mat and stares at the entryway as oud scratching fills the airwave, as if a DJ has lost their mind and is attempting to break their equipment. In-between the rips, legitimate music kicks on, of a Southern, heavy metal nature. “I ask you please just give us/ Five Minutes Alone.” COLE Could it be??? The lights continue to dart and flash as Brock grabs the chair back off the mat and goes over to the ropes. The music leaves and the scratching continues, only to come back again, now of a hip-hop nature. “White America/ I could be one of your kids.” The rap fades out and the scratching continues, at an even greater pace, until music comes back, now of a hardcore variety. “Final Prayer/ Final prayer for the human race.” The lights come back on, and the crowd is going nuts as Brock continues to stand at the ropes. COLE Look at the look on Brock's face! This is the first time I've ever seen him...he appears to be scared, Coach! COACH ...I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think you're right, Cole! Brock steps back with the chair in both hands, then turns around...right into SCHOOL'S OUT~!!!!!11111 from Zack, sending the chair right back into his face! COLE SCHOOL'S OUT! SCHOOL'S OUT! ZACK HIT IT!!! Alf delivers a right hand to Rick Heyross outside the ring, then gives him a vertical suplex on the floor, as the referee comes to and Zack covers... 1............... 2................................... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* COLE ZACK WINS!!! Zack's going to Thanksgiving HeldDOWN~! for a shot at the World title! BUFFER The winner of this bout...ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMALIBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU U!!!!! Zack grabs the chair and stands on the second rope, then sees Alf standing out on the floor. COACH But so is that man, Cole, Alfdogg will also vie for the title next week in a triple threat match! Alf points to Zack and talks smack as Zack makes the "my belt" motion with his hands. COLE Those two will face the winner of tonight's main event next week and that match should be a droolerslammer, which is twice as big as a slobberknocker!! Order November Reign LIVE! Next Sunday, ONLY on pay-per-view- A rabid Kansas City crowd are on their feet screaming their lungs out as we pan from one side of the ring all over to Jesse "The Body" Ventura atop the interview podium near the staging area. VENTURA What a huge week of wrestling action you're gonna see Thanksgiving weekend. You got your turkey, your day of football, and then HeldDOWN~! immediately after the games are over. Then on Sunday night, the 27th, November Reign live on pay-per-view. One of the matches announced for that night will be an 8-Man elimination contest -- The New New Midnight Express and The South Central Militia against the team I'd like to bring out at this time. The Sooner Bruisers and the greatest rock 'n' wrestling band of all time, The Heavenly RRROCKERRRSSSS! In a sign of solidarity, both teams come out together to the music of Edgar Winter's "Frankenstein." Synth rocks his head to the beat, playing air guitar, as does Logan, who struts onto the poduim while fluffing his mini-afro. The Sooner Bruisers are more subdued. The Man of Tomorrow acknowledging the cheers by raising his arm then flexing his bicep for the camera, all while younger brother Frankie runs around HOWLING to the masses. "OW, OW, OW, OW, OWWWWWWWWW!" LOGAN What's happenin', K.C.? "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" VENTURA (to the Heavenly Rockers) I gotta give you guys credit. You know how to dress. You look almost as cool as Jesse "The Body." But I couldn't help but notice while you 4 came out here, that you all didn't look on the same page. Sure, you came out to The Sooner Bruisers' music, but unlike The New New Midnight Express and South Central Militia, I don't sense the same unity they have. Are you all on the same page? We know the Midnights and the Militia are, but what about you? I mean, Frank, you've said some pretty harsh things about The Heavenly Rockers in the past, and overtures to your girl, Logan, Holly-Wood. And you guys responded with some pretty harsh comments about Frank in a recent Rolling Stones interview. SYNTH Jesse, Jesse, Jesse! There's too much negativity goin' around. The Bru crew and the H-Rockers don't always see eye-to-eye, true, but right now we share a common enemy. Believe moi when Ah say we're gonna get along, not get it on. FRANK That's right, Jesse Ventura. You might not like a guy on your team, but like in every sport in the world, the object is to win. And that's exactly what we're gonna do at November Reign. But make no mistake about it, Heavenly Rockers. We didn't need you sticking your noses in our business at World Without End. We know you have your reasons, but my brother and I have everything it takes to defend ourselves. You better make sure you pay more attention to your wrestling ability this time around than you did in the past. Because we'll have no problems out-wrestling you, then everybody else in our path to the World Tag Team Titles. South Central Militia, New New Midnight Express -- be prepared to be bruised! Because the Man of Tomorrow is your upgrade, download right now! LOGAN Oh, yeah, baby! Yeah! Just the way we like it. I like the fact there's a bit of tension between us. We don't run away from compeition, we run to it. Competition makes everybody better. You want the belts, we want the belts. The bottom line is, only one of us can have them. But before any of us can start thinking about our futures, we gonna think about the present and our match at November Reign. Ned, I've been waiting to get my hands on you since the night you and that bitch, Shyanne, put your hands on my girl. I've listen to our attorneys and the OAOAST attorneys not to harm you outside of sancation OAOAST events. The last thing I need is getting locked up in jail and not being able to put you through the same hell as you did me and Holly. I'm making you sweat, Ned. Making you sweat! You don't know what I have planned for you. Hell, for all you know, I'll get myself disqualified from the 8-man tag at November Reign because I decided to bash your brains in with a steel chair. "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" LOGAN (CONT'D) (smirking) The fans would love to see it, and so would I. But you're not the only gulity party. Marcellus and Vincent, the South Central Militia. You think you're bad because you grew up in South Central L.A.? You bastards haven't seen bad until you've seen what a Heavenly Rockers group with purpose is all about. There ain't no need for guns here, just our F'N' fists. You're gonna gets yours. Oh, believe me. You're...gonna...get...yours. FRANKIE Midnights, Militia, Cornette, Shyanne, we're gonna crew you up, spit you out, piss on you, crap on you and then kick the dirt on you. Ow, ow, ow, OWWWWWWW! VENTURA Owwwwwwww! There you go. The Heavenly Rockers and Sooner Bruisers are pumped for November Reign. Personally, I think they hate each others guts and are puttin' on a good face. But we'll find out at November Reign, Sunday night, November 27th live on pay-per-view! We'll be back with our main event, right after this. Edited November 18, 2005 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted November 18, 2005 (We go to General Manager Calvin Szechenstein's office. It's beautifully ornamented with an ungodly amount of expensive baroque style furniture and feudal Japanese sculptures. Such good feng shui! Don't you people see? This is where your thousands of dollars spent on PPV's, DVD's and t-shirts go! Not to hiring better wrestlers, but to decorating this yuppie's office with this Pier 1 shit! Fight the power, mu'fuckas! Anyway, Cal's behind his desk and has an announcement. Let's listen!) CALVIN Thanksgiving. A time for humility. Thanksgiving. A time to remember what's important to you. Thanksgiving. A time to spend with your loved ones. Thanksgiving. A time to show gratitude for all that is good in your life. Thanksgiving 2005. A time where the hatred of the world's toughest gladiators comes to a head in one bloody two hour professional wrestling extravaganza. Next week, Thanksgiving night, OAOAST HeldDOWN, comes to you from the red headed step child of Northern California, Oakland. The action we have in store for you beats any that the pilgrims that landed on Plymouth could've envisioned. First off, the X-Title is on the line as reigning champion Peter Knight... “ANGRY MUMBLE. ANGRY MUMBLE. GRUMBLE. GRUMBLE.” CALVIN(CONT) defends against current tag team champion and former X champion, Leon Rodez... “LEON! LEON! LEON! LEON!” CALVIN The hard action hitting doesn't stop there. We've got a delicious ten man elimination tag team match pitting some of the OAOAST's top two-man squads against each other for you to feast on. Team one features amateur wrestling champions The Sooner Bruisers, The pride of Western Canada the Sk8er Boiz, The greatest rock n wrestling band of all time The Heavenly Rockers(“YEAAAH!”), this match is so good I feel like I'm gonna faint, somebody call me a doctor, somebody call me the Love Doctors, and the last tag team on team one is the always flashy, always sexy, never boring, Los Diablos De Fuego! Smile. They'll take on a team consisting of two time tag team champions the New New Midnight Express(“BOOOO!”), accomplished amateur grapplers Team Heyross (“booo!”), two men coming straight out of Compton The South Central Militia, the servants of the darklord Hell's Hitmen and uh...(checks card)..uh, Los Conquistadores. “WHO?” CALVIN The guys who wear those glittery gold costumes. “OH.” CALVIN Last but certainly not least the world title is up for grabs as champion Stephen Joseph (boooo!) defends against former world champion Alfdogg (“yeaaaa!”) and current tag team champion, and two time world champion, the Franchise.....ZACK MALIBU! “YEAAHAAH!” CALVIN Thanksgiving. 2005. HeldDOWN. Oakland, California. Don't miss it. (back to da SC) COLE Wow! Folks, personally I can't wait for Thanksgiving HeldDOWN! And I'm receiving word that if Leon Rodez beats Stephen Joseph tonight for the world championship, not only will he compete for the X-Title next week, but he'll also have to defend that world title against Alfdogg and Zack Malibu, the winners of tonight's qualifying matches. COACH Leon Rodez ain't gonna beat S.Jo, so you might as well not have wasted my time saying that, son. COLE Well, we won't have to wait to find out, because that match is RIGHT NOW! *DING DING DING* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your following contest, with a One Hour time-limit...is for the OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!! COLE Here we go, it's main event time! And man is this going to be special...Leon Rodez recieves his first, legitimate shot at the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship against our NU World Champion Stephen Joseph. CABOOSE Whoopee. *GOOOOONG!* "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" "C'mon man" "DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK..." The crowd are confused only momentarily as the new music of the challenger, "Mama Said Knock You Out" by LL Cool J, hits and Leon Rodez bounds out onto the stage! A suitably loud eruption greets him, as he twirls a quick 360 to show off his luxurious robe. Which, fittingly, tonight is gold. Although, not literally, cause that'd just be stupid. BUFFER Introducing first at this time, the challenger. He hails from Grand Rapids, Michigan. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds...he is the former OAOAST X-Division Champion and one half of the reigning OAOAST World Tag Team Champions... "SILKY SMOOTH"... LLLEEEEEEOOOOONN RRRRROOOOODDEEEEEEEEZZZZZZ!!! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Rodez walks down the aisle and enters the ring. But not before challenging one fan in a Zack Malibu 9:0210 t-shirt to a game of rock, scissors paper. This grueling marathon of a battle ends with Rodez's paper covering the fan's rock, bringing delight to the face of the challenger as he leaps for joy all the way up the ring steps. Rodez then enters the ring and quickly removes his robe, dumping it to a ring attendant before beginning some pre-match warm-ups. COLE For Leon Rodez, this is a massive night. He's been the X-Division Champion. He's wrestled big stars. He's wrestled big matches. He's been to Anglemania. But tonight, it's about the biggest prize in the company, the World Heavyweight Championship. CABOOSE And it's new territory. Sure, Zack gave him a World Title shot a few moons ago, but that was basically a four on one handicap match the way The Thrillogy set out stall. And he was in that ridiculous Run For The Gold Match. But this is his first big shot at the big prize. I've been there before guys and Rodez has to be a bag of nerves right now, whether he's showing it or not. COLE That's true. 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 The crowd boo as the World Champion emerges through the curtain and is immediately showered with pyro at either side. BUFFER And, introducing the opponent. From Atlanta, Georgia and weighing in at two hundred, twenty five pounds. He is the reigning and defending OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! SSSSTTEEEEEEEPPHHHHEEEEEEEENN JJJOOOOOSSSSSEEEEEPPPHHHHHHH!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Joseph reaches the end of the ramp and folds his arms, looking up at Rodez with a wry smile on his face. Far from being nervous, Leon actually looks relaxed. And that relaxed attitude seems to confuse SJ as he slowly paces his way around the ring, dropping off his Heavyweight Title at the timekeeper's table on the way. Joseph then removes his glasses and makes sure they're safely out of the way because, hey, those things are expensive nowadays. All this stalling has bored Rodez into action though as he leaves the ring, spinning Joseph around by the shoulders and rocking him with a right hand! Joseph sprawls over the timekeeper's table as the referee calls for the bell...but unfortunately, it's being laid on, so Rodez assists by pulling Joseph off the table and hurling him into the ring. *DINGDINGDING!* The bell finally rings, to applause from Rodez on a job well done, before he climbs back to the apron. But SJ has recovered and knees Rodez in the gut. And again. Rodez clings onto the top rope to prevent crashing to the arena floor, but SJ quickly swats the hand away and hooks Rodez under the arm, hiptossing him over into the ri...NO! Rodez lands on his feet and charges SJ back into the corner with a shoulder barge. Another shoulder barge follows from the challenger, before grabbing SJ by the arm and irish whipping him across the ring and HARD into the opposite corner! SJ staggers out clutching his back, as Rodez hits the ropes behind him. Turning around, SJ tries to catch him with a clothesline, but Rodez ducks that and Joseph loses his bearings momentarily. Long enough for Rodez to catch him in the shoulder with a dropkick, sending the Champion sprawling through the ropes and to the floor! RODEZ C'MOOONN!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Wow, Leon Rodez fired up! He sure doesn't look nervous 'Boose! CABOOSE Yeah. Well, I guess he doesn't have a whole lot of reason to. Popick's only Champion by default. COACH HEY...he doesn't like being called Popick anymore. Pulling himself up on the floor, Joseph shakes off the cobwebs...before slamming his fists into the steel steps in fury. Joseph then stomps up the steps and into the ring, striding towards Rodez and shoving him in the chest! Only retreating a few steps, a wry smile forms on Rodez's face. Turning back to SJ, Rodez continues to flash that wry smile, before giving Joseph the immortal Scott Hall "boogedy woogedy" fingers~! "YYEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" That just pisses SJ off even more and he charges at Rodez, who ducks a wild swing and catches SJ in a schoolboy... 1... 2... Joseph kicks out and scrambles to his feet. Rodez does the same though, beating SJ to the punch so to speak with a quick boot to the gut before applying a side headlock. Going to the gut with forearms, SJ soon frees himself, pushing Rodez off into the ropes. Back shoots Rodez, but Joseph leaps over him with a leapfrog. A leapfrog which Joseph seems very proud of, taking some time to mug for the fans. As he turns around though, Rodez is stood waiting on him. But rather than attack, Rodez magnaminously applauds his opponent before suggesting he hit the ropes. SJ shrugs and does as he's asked hitting the ropes and...Rodez leapfrogs him. Skidding to a halt, SJ turns around and...Rodez leapfrogs him. Leapfrog! Leapfrog! Reverse Leapfrog! Another Leapfrog! And finally SJ takes the hint, bringing himself to a halt. JOSEPH DAMNIT, STOP THAT! *SMACK!* Out of nowhere, Rodez catches SJ in the jaw with a quick Superkick and dives on top with a cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Leaping to his feet, Rodez waits for Joseph to get up and catches him with a quick side headlock takeover, clinging onto the hold which infuriates the already infuriated World Heavyweight Champion. COLE Stephen Joseph is being royally frustrated here! CABOOSE Oh yeah, this kid'll do that to you. I don't know whether that's a positive or not right at the moment. Hanging onto the headlock, Rodez continues to smile away as Joseph grows more and more frustrated with the situation. So much so that he snaps at the referee for daring to ask him if he wants to quit, much to Rodez's amusement. SJ manages to sort himself out long enough to fight to his knees though, coming up to his feet and rocking Rodez with an elbow to the gut. And a second. A third. SJ then takes a backstep and hoists up The Silky Smooth One for a back suplex attempt. But Rodez releases the headlock in mid air and manages to topple forward, pulling SJ with him into a modified Victory Roll... 1... 2... Kickout! Rodez rolls backwards and to his feet as SJ scrambles up. First to react again, Rodez grabs the headlock back again...but SJ wants none of that, quickly pushing Rodez off and sending him crashing shoulder first into the turnbuckles! Stumbling out from the corner, Rodez is then caught by a knee to the kidneys by SJ. Joseph then shuffles past Rodez, climbing to the middle rope and signalling that "that's it". COACH He's goin' for Finality! COLE Already? This may be a mistake here! And sure enough it is. Rodez manages to react quickly, springing off his heels with a beautiful standing dropkick that knocks SJ off his perch and all the way over the ropes, down to the floor! Joseph takes a hard bump on the apron on his descent, bouncing him forward and causing him to sprawl into the barricade face-first. Meanwhile, Rodez picks himself back up, glancing down at SJ who is stumbling around ringside groggily. RODEZ HOW ABOUT A FLIPPY THING!?! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE OH NOZ, NOT TEH FLIPPY THING~! SJ slowly begins to turn back to the ring and tries to clear his head as Rodez hits the ropes, sprinting back towards where Joseph stands and launching himself up and over the top with a Corkscrew Pla... *SPLAT!* ...NO! HE MISSES! And Rodez crashes hard into the arena floor as Stephen Joseph just about manages to escape in time. Rolling to a stop against the barricade, Rodez instantly clutches at his right knee and howls in pain. Meanwhile, Joseph takes the chance to roll back into the ring and break the referee's count. Plus, give himself time to clear his head. The referee seems concerned with Rodez's condition, but the Champion is now demanding he lays a count on him, so he doesn't have a lot of choice. COLE Well, damn. Rodez took a chance and it didn't come off quite as he would have hoped. And if Rodez has injured that right knee, then he is in SERIOUS trouble here. COACH No doubt. It ain't gonna take SJ long to undo all that complicated surgery with a few well-placed tugs and wrenches. COLE Sadly, you might be right. The count is at four by now and soon reaches five, as Rodez is trying to will himself back to his feet. Gingerly, Rodez does manage to pull himself up...but after a loud yelp, Rodez collapses back down in a heap on the arena floor. "SIX!" A smirk creeps over Joseph's face, suddenly looking at the possibility of an easy victory, as Rodez is left to try and crawl towards the ring. "SEVEN!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "EIGHT!" Crawling hand over hand, Rodez reaches the ring and throws his hand up onto the apron, using that to drag himself up to his feet...or, one foot at least. Desperately, Rodez then teeters himself into the ring to break the count. SJ is right there waiting though, dragging Rodez out away from the ropes and ruthlessly stomping away at the right knee relentlessly! COACH There we go, there we go! CABOOSE Hey, pipe down! The referee intervenes to put a halt to Joseph's onslaught, but Joseph is like a shark than smells blood now. SJ shrugs off the ref and grabs Rodez's ankle...only for Rodez to struggle it away and shuffle towards the ropes. SJ grabs him again though and this time drops a quick knee into Rodez's quadrocep muscle. Still hanging onto the foot, Joseph then hurls the leg to the side and slams it into the mat in the process. Rodez weakly kicks out with his left leg to try and fend the Champion off, but SJ avoids the kick and hurls the leg into the mat a second time. Grabbing the ankle, SJ then steps through and looks to pick up the second leg for a Sharpshooter. A sudden uppercut from Rodez has him reeling though, sending him staggering backwards into the corner. Quickly Rodez scrambles up and hobbles to his feet, advancing cautiously on Joseph. Coming out of the corner, Joseph is already shooting for the leg though. Rodez tries to avoid it, but he's fighting on one leg and isn't mobile enough to avoid the Champ for long, as Joseph snatches the leg and trips Rodez up. Quickly, Joseph bars up the leg and turns Rodez over into a single leg boston crab! COLE This is a desperate situation for the challenger here. He's fighting on one leg against a wiley veteran like Stephen Joseph... COACH Upstart! He's not a veteran, he's an Upstart! CABOOSE Popick's pretty old to be an Upstart. COACH He IS an Upstart! And it's not Popick! It's Stephen Joseph! Stephen Joseph! Stephen Joseph it is and Stephen Joseph is in control, wrenching back with the crab. Rodez looks around for the ropes in his pained state and begins to crawl towards an escape. Sitting back, Joseph tries to prevent that though and he manages to put a stop to The Silky Smooth One. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" But only momentarily, as the crowd begin to rally behind the challenger and the challenger in turn feeds off their energy with another attempt to reach the ropes. Joseph shakes his head as Rodez crawls, inching forwards a little. And inching forwards a little more, SJ seemingly unable to stop him. Until, that is, he releases the crab and simply stomps Rodez's knee into the canvas. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Joseph basks in the boos for a while, before going back to Rodez. Now that his knee is a little weaker, Joseph decides to grab it again and re-apply the half boston cra...NO! Rodez plants his free foot in Joseph's gut, shoving him away! Joseph tries to grab Rodez again...but again, Rodez kicks him away! Still determined to get what he wants, Joseph stomps over and goes for the leg again...but Rodez kicks out again... *SMACK!* ...this time whipping his left foot around SJ's head with a sorta 'lyingdownziguri'!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" SJ takes a dramatic, almost comical tumble flat on his face, much to the delight of the crowd, as the referee has no choice but to start a dual count on the two. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" COLE Both men are down...Rodez isn't actually out, but I guess it's a judgement call from the referee here. "FOUR!" "FIVE!" Rodez is stirring. Well, not stirring...he was never KOed, just unable to stand. But he's taken a few seconds to rest before beginning to struggle back up, gingerly rolling onto his front and slowly easing himself up. The Champion is coming to his senses meanwhile and is using the ropes to pull himself up. "SIX!" Joseph is up... ...and so is Rodez, limping to meet SJ. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and Rodez catches SJ with a knifedge chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and a second! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOO!" ...a third, and Joseph is reeling. But he shrugs off the effects of the chop and suddenly lunges at Rodez with a deep knee to the gut! Over doubles Rodez, as Joseph grabs two big handfuls of Rodez's braided hair and yanks him backwards, sticking out a knee for him to land on head and neck first on the way down! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Modified neckbreaker from the Champion...just as Rodez was building some momentum! Rodez writhes around in pain as Joseph thanks his lucky stars, before remembering he has a match to win and dropping down with a cover on the challenger... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Glaring up at the referee, Joseph clearly isn't happy with the count. But he keeps his focus, grabbing Rodez's right leg again and attacking with a quick succession of kicks into the back of the knee. Bending down, Joseph then tries to get a grip on the knee...or rather, a grip on the kneebrace. COLE Wait a minute...the referee needs to get in there and check what Joseph's doing... CABOOSE I should think that's obvious, Cole. Popick's trying to rip his kneebrace off. COACH IT'S NOT POPICK ANYMORE!! Popick or not, that's exactly what the World Heavyweight Champion is trying to do. And it seems like he's succeeded, as he unbuckles the last attachment of the brace and tears it right off of Rodez's knee! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE This isn't right! This isn't about winning a match or retaining a title, Popick's trying to destroy Leon Rodez's knee here! "FUCK YOU POP - ICK!" *clap clap clapclapclap* "FUCK YOU POP - ICK!" *clap clap clapclapclap* "FUCK YOU POP - ICK!" *clap clap clapclapclap* Apparantly, the fans missed the same memo that Caboose did and get on the Champion's case, much to his annoyance. Tossing the kneebrace aside, Joseph now measures Rodez, who is desperately trying to crawl away and protect his knee. But Joseph stomps the knee, leaving Rodez howling in agony! Another stomp! Another! Another, another and another! SJ is unleashing his ruthless streak on the challenger now and the crowd are unleashing a barrage of hate in response. JOSEPH FUCK ME? FUCK YOU! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Grabbing Rodez by the hair, Joseph pulls the challenger up. Rodez is left hopping on one foot with his face contorted in pain while Joseph drags him towards a corner and throws him face-first into the top turnbuckle. The Champion then hooks Rodez's right leg over the middle rope, nailing him with a hard kick to the knee. And a second kick. Rodez swats at Joseph, all the offence he can possibly manage right now and just laughed away by the cocky Champion before he kicks the knee yet again. COLE This is getting hard to watch. CABOOSE Oh shut up you little sissy! Reaching down, Joseph now looks to put some more pressure on as he grabs the ankle and twists Rodez's leg up towards his body, bringing the referee rushing over to reprimand the Champion. "BREAK IT STEPHEN..." "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "F..." Joseph releases Rodez, pointing a threatening finger in the face of the referee before turning back to Rodez and slapping him across the face! Ranting and raving, Joseph slaps Rodez a second time in the middle of his tirade and eventually, it provokes a reaction from Rodez... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...in the form of a knifedge chop! Joseph staggers away clutching his chest as Rodez eases his leg out from the ropes and slowly, carefully, climbing to the second rope. Once the stinging has gone away, Joseph turns back to go after Rodez again. Little does he expect a left boot to the kisser, before getting hooked in a front facelock. And bad knee and all, Rodez launches himself off the middle rope with a Tornado DDT that spikes Stephen Joseph right on his head!! CABOOSE Where did that come from? COLE #Straight from the hear-aarrt!# That's where! Both men are down as Rodez is too hurt to capitalise on his move, SJ too KOed to get up from it. But Rodez knows what's at stake. The OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship. Worth a little effort, a little pain, a short crawl, an arm over Joseph... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Rodez rolls his eyes and rolls off towards the ropes, using them as help to pull himself to his feet. Meanwhile, Joseph slowly staggers up, still looking dinstinctly dis-orientated. Around staggers Joseph, Rodez meeting him with a jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! Rodez turns, blows the kiss...and NAILS the Enziguri! COACH ... COLE Uh, Coach? Your line. COACH ...line? COLE You know...MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT, YO~! COACH I'm not some one dimensional comedy character you know. Reeling from the Enziguri, Joseph stumbles against the ropes. He still has enough bearings about him to bounce back and charge at Rodez with a forearm. But Rodez beats him to it... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...with a chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and another! COLE Rodez is fighting back now! CABOOSE One leg and all! Joseph rocks backwards, gasping for breath, as Rodez jabs the Champion in the gut. Hooking the left arm, Rodez then underhooks the right and sets Joseph up for what seems to be a Tiger Driver... ...but his knee buckles and he can't get it... ...and again the knee buckles... ...before, on the third attempt, SJ backdrops Rodez over... ...INTO A SUNSET FLIP... 1... 2... ONLY TWO!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE DAMN, that was close! COACH Okay, now I'm getting worried... CABOOSE ... COACH ...I mean, excited. Excited! Whoop, whoop, look'a'me, I'm excited! Both Rodez and Joseph are up at roughly the same time, with SJ desperate for a break and going for the leg. But Rodez throws his leg back out of the way, causing Joseph to grab at thin air. Realising he's grabbed nothing but that thin air, Joseph scrambles back up, frantic to get Rodez this time...but his franticness ends with Rodez directing him sternum first into the turnbuckles! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Which would be cheered. If not for The GPX arriving on the scene. COLE Damnit, what are they doing here!?! CABOOSE Take a wild guess. Leaping to the apron, Scotty Static makes completely sure the referee spots him (and only him) by jumping up and down on the ropes, waving his arms like a madman. Which allows Johnny Jax to sneak in, undetected, having collected the OAOAST World Title from the timekeeper's table... ...AND MISSING! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!" Rodez manages to avoid the BELTSHOT~! and clotheslines Jax up and out of the ring, sending Static to the floor to check on his partner. But just as that happens, Stephen Joseph eases himself out of the corner. Having not seen what went on, Joseph seems a little confused to see his World Title in the ring. But nonetheless, he isn't one to pass up an opportunity... BELTSHOT~! COLE DAMNIT, NO! Throwing the belt aside, SJ drops on top of the KOed challenger and hooks a leg... 1... 2... 3!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE DAMNIT! CABOOSE Popick stole it, AGAIN! BUFFER Here is your winner...and STILL OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion... SSTTEEEEEEPPHHHEEEEEEENN JJJOOOOOOSSSSEEEEEEEPPHH!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" On the outside, The GPX smile knowingly, as Stephen Joseph rolls to the side. Relieved. COLE Another miscarraige of justice! Damnit, Joseph stole it again! Joseph stole it and it isn't right! CABOOSE Don't worry Cole...he'll get his, soon enough. COLE Oh, how I hope so. Folks, we're out of time. We'll see you next week where hopefully, Caboose will for once be right. Goodnight...damnit! FADE TO BLACK Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted November 18, 2005 (edited) CREDITS: Alfdogg King Cucaracha Stephen Joseph Phoenix Fury Legdrop Ed Wood Caulfield KingPK Tony149 CandyColoredBlues (aka Ragdoll) Patty O'Green last but certainly not least......Masked Man of Mystery! Edited November 19, 2005 by Patty O'Green Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
