HD: AAB vs. SCM

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BUFFER
Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is set for one fall. Introducing first...from the Land of the Brave and the Home of the Free, the ALL-AMERICAN BOYS! 

Unlike last week, the All-American Boys are much better received in London, with scattered boos here and there. As "Stars & Stripes Forever" blares over the loud speakers, the All-Americans march down the aisle waving Old Glory. Once in the ring, they salute referee Billy Silverman and Michael Buffer. 

COLE
Interesting match-up here, gentlemen. The All-American Boys vs. the South Central Militia. 

COACH
I have no idea why the All-American Boys demanded this match. Well, I do, but it's gonna be a massacre, fellas.

CABOOSE
Hate to do it, but I must agree with Coachman. Make no mistake about it, the All-American Boys are a skilled team, but they're going up against a team who cares more about cracking heads than they do applying headlocks. 

BUFFER
Their opponents. Being accompained to the ring by the foxiest honey in South Central L.A., Shyanne...from South Central Los Angeles, weighing a total of 535 pounds, the SOUTH CENTRAL MILITA! 

The SCM come to the ring with no music or pyro, just sneers on their faces as they sroll by the fans. Their valet and Moe's sister Shyanne is carrying a [b]TRASH BAG[/b]. 

COLE
This is unusual. The SCM and Shyanne are coming out here with a trash bag. 

COACH
Duh! The people can read-- I mean see. They're about to take out the trash, Mikey. 

COLE
After what they said last week, promising to send the Heavenly Rockers a message, OAOAST officials quickly put together a match for Sunday, December 18th, at Climax, featuring the SCM taking on the Heavenly Rockers. Speaking of which, the Heavenly Rockers may have been away last week but they heard the comments made by the SCM. So at this time let's hear these previously recorded comments from Synth and Logan. 

[b]A small box appears in the bottom left corner of the screen. Inside a recording booth are the Heavenly Rockers, sporting sunglasses and matching Las Vegas Outlaws jerseys from the old XFL.[/b]

SYNTH
Ho, ho, ho! If it ain't your old friends...the Heavenly Rockers. As you can see, both still rockin' to the beat. The last time moi was seen on TV was at November Reign, where the Synthmeister's arm nearly got broken yet again. Ah ain't one to player-hate, but this heavenly rocker's fixin' to lay a hatin' on the South Central Militia. Tsk, tsk, tsk. The arm is just fine, sisters. Like the jolly red giant himself Santa Claus, Ah know when you are sleeping, Ah know when you're awake. Ah know when you been bad or good, and you've been bad. Very, very bad. But instead of Santa leaving coal in your stockings, he's gonna send the Heavenly Rockers to kick your ass!

LOGAN
I hope that rat-bastard Cornette is paying you boys well. You saved Simon and Ned, especially Ned, the ass-kicking of a lifetime at November Reign. Now you're pissed because we messed with your business. Let me remind ya that it was YOU that got involved in OUR business. It was YOU who jumped us in the cage, handcuffing us to the steel walls so you can assault MY girl, OUR business partner Holly-Wood. I guess you can call a spade a spade. Well, maybe not. Because it seems as though you have some pent us frustrations towards us, the kind you can't take out -- or [i]in[/i] -- on each other. No, no. It has to be the beat 'em up till he can't take no more kind. I'm down with that. Whaddya 'bout you, player?

SYNTH
This gamer is ready to blow, baby! 

LOGAN
Let's stop talking about our fantasies and make them into realities. You guys wanna fight? Why wait until Climax. We'll be in town next week. Let's meet face to face and settle what needs to be settled. 

SYNTH
Now deal wit that ya'll muthafuckers! 

[b]Bye-bye little box in the corner.[/b]

COACH
Pfft. We know the Heavenly Rockers can talk a big game from the confines of a recording stuido. Doing it face to face is a whole other thing.

COLE
The action has already started! 

* DING DING DING *

The SCM step through the ropes and charge their opponents, backing them into the corner and pumpeling them with right hands. They throw the man who we'll call All-American Boy #1 out of the ring and bring #2 out of the corner, backing him up against the ropes, and whipping him across the ring. Moe and Vincent hit the near side and knock AAB off his feet with a double-team diving shoulderblock. Santana exits the ring, but not before kicking #2 in the head. One-Eye nails #1 getting back on the apron with a forearm smash, knocking him back down to the arena floor. There, Shyanne picks #1 up and rams him into the ringpost! In the ring, Moe scoopes #2 off the canvas and fires him back to the ropes, taking him up in the air and over with a thunderous powerslam! 

ONE...

TWO...

THREE-- NO! 

Moe, shaking his head with a smirk on his face, lifts the patriotic masked man's head up before referee Billy Silverman's hand hits the mat for a third time. He completely ignores the words being spoken to him by the referee. 

COLE
Come on! He had the match won. As great of a team the All-American Boys are, they're no match for the raw power of the South Central Militia. Billy Silverman should seriously consider stopping this match before it gets out of hand. 

COACH
The SCM clearly sending a message to the Heavenly Rockers. If I'm Synth and Logan, I stay locked up in the studio. I wouldn't want any part of Moe and Vincent. 

#2 rammed face-first into the boot of Vincent Santana's straddling the top rope. Santana hooks a groggy All-American Boy in a front facelock and takes him up in the air, falling back down with him to complete the vertical suplex. Vincent pops back to his feet and drops the leg across the chest. But instead of going for the cover he picks #2 up and kicks him in the gut, sticking #2's head between his legs and planting him into the canvas with a piledriver! 

COACH
That's it. Whatever chance the All-American Boys had of winning have evaporated. 

Moe pulls #2 out of the ring and slams him into the ringpost. He steps back in and SPEARS #2 bouncing off the ropes, while Vincent comes off the near side with a FLYING FOREARM SMASH to the head, the double-team maneuver known as JAILBREAK! 

The cover and the count...

ONE...

TWO...

THREE! 

* DING DING DING DING *

COLE
Total domination. The All-American Boys didn't have a chance from the start. 

BUFFER
Here are your winners: the South Central Militia! 

The match may be officially over, but not to the SCM. Shyanne tosses AAB #1 into the ring. She then opens the trash bag and pulls out a BLONDE WIG, AFRO, and a pair of SUNGLASSES and LEATHER JACKETS. 

COLE
What's the meaning of this? The match is over, damnit! 

CABOOSE
We just found out what the bag was for. 

COACH
Forgot e-mails. Forget IMs. This is the new face of instant messaging. And I, for one, hope the Heavenly Rockers are paying close attention to this. 

The SCM put the blonde wig, leather jacket and shades on #1. Shyanne enters to hold #1 up for Moe to SPEAR and Vincent to nail in the head with the FLYING FOREARM. 

COLE
Damnit! Not another Jailbreak. Come on, referee! Do you job and put a stop to this. 

The SCM then put the afro, jacket and shades on #2, hitting him with a DOUBLE DDT afterwards! A clear message to the Heavenly Rockers who use the DDT, which they call Percussion. Moe and Vincent go for their belts, prompting Billy Silverman to step in and put an end to the mayhem. Or so he thinks. Shyanne decks him with a right hand. The SCM proceed to whip the All-American Boys until OAOAST officials rush out from the back. Terry Taylor eats a right to the jaw by Moe as he steps onto the apron. With the officials unable to gain control, Carl Winslow and his security force come in and put a stop to the rampage. The SCM exit the ring, laughing, as security have their nightsticks ready to use. 

COACH
I think the Heavenly Rockers just got their message loud and clear.