HD: Bohemoth -vs- D*LUX

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As the hardc0re sounds of "Liberate" by Disturbed thump through the arena, we return to HeldDOWN~! where we're actually going to have a match. Yes, seriously. While you all catch your breath at that major announcement, a smartly dressed Christian Wright has emerged through the sliding entrance doors. Holding his arms to the side he basks in the fans' negative reaction briefly, before stepping aside and paving the way for his bodyguard, Bohemoth, looking highly focused tonight. The crowd are treated only to a brief GUNSHOW~!, before Big Bo strides on to the ring.

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Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being led to the ring by his fellow Upstarts member, "The Natural" Christian Wright! He hails from Greenville, South Carolina. Weighing in at two hundred and eighty four pounds... "THE METEROSEXUAL MONSTER"... BBOOOOOOOO - HHHEEEEEEEMMOOOOOTTHHHHHHHHH!!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

COLE
I can't believe that name stuck. But, in any event, Caboose has left the booth briefly to go get some jellied eels or some tripe or something, because we're about to be joined by Christian Wright. And Coach, I'm sure I speak for you only when I say it should be a pleasure.

COACH
No doubt. Da Coach's official elocutionist on his way to the ring and I am... (scrambles through the dictionary) de - ligh - ted! Delighted!

COLE
Wonderful.

Bo jogs up the ring steps and enters the ring, slapping himself in the face to get the fire burning. As he goes through his unique warmups meanwhile, Bo's associate Christian Wright makes his way over to the announce position. Referee Billy Silverman is taking no chances tonight and pre-warns Christian not to think about getting involved tonight, to which Christian simply holds up his hands innocently. He's only concerned with commentary, putting on his headset and greeting Coach with a firm handshake.

WRIGHT
Evening gentlemen.

COACH
Sup man, good to have ya out here.

WRIGHT
Thank you Johnathon, always a pleasure my friend. Michael...hello.

COACH
HA! That's right man, you don't have to acknowledge him. You should hear him when you're in the ring, running his mouth, he's a joke. Just pretend like he's not here.

Bohemoth begins to run the ropes, psyching himself up as we continue to wait for an opponent.

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And, his opponents!

Confused by the plural, Bohemoth glances out at Wright, who simply gives his man an encouraging thumbs up...



"JUST ONE ON ONE
THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY!
JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT!

JUST ONE ON ONE
THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY!
JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT!"

...as "First To Believe" by A1 begins to play and the delightful Jade Rodez leads the way for her tag team combination, D*LUX! Bohemoth doesn't know what to make of all this as Jade stands between her two men, "Showtime" Shayne bodypopping to the music while "Tremendous" Tyler looks out into the crowd with a beaming, pearly white smile that has the women in the crowd screaming in passion! Pointing on to the ring, Jade leads her green-dyed denim clad combination down the aisle, as Bohemoth watches on with hands on hips.

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Accompanied to the ring by their manager, Ms. Jade Rodez. At a total combined weight of three hundred and ninety seven pounds. The team consisting of "Showtime" Shayne Brave and "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant. Together, they are D*LLLLUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!

"YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

D*LUX stop on the outside and Jade goes through some last minute instructions with them, clearly not taking this challenge lightly.

COLE
Well, Christian seeing as you're out here, maybe you can explain this. Last week you said you'd provide Bohemoth with a challenge and this is it? And you've hand picked BOTH of D*LUX, who are undefeated since coming to the OAOAST, one of whom Tyler Bryant won a 20 Man Battle Royal at AngleMania...and, need I remind you, two weeks ago, D*LUX beat you and Bohemoth 2 on 2!

WRIGHT
Nay, but only via Krista Isadora Duncan's vile mis-doings.

COLE
But even so, you're putting your own tag team partner in a handicap match!?!

WRIGHT
Fear not Michael for I have the upmost faith in my Meterosexual Monster. The Bohemoth I first clasped eyes on many moons since would have scoffed upon the face of two underlings such as these! Bohemoth is a fully fledged, trained bodyguard. In addition, he also possesses strength unparalleled within this company. I believe Bohemoth, providing he hast cast aside the shackles of recent mishaps and disappointments, eminently capable of destroying the team you proclaim as 'Dee Lux'.

Having got the idea, Bohemoth is now ready to go and dares on the rookie team. Tyler, Shayne and Jade clasp hands and let out a rallying cry of 'TEAM' before Tyler and Shayne hop up to the apron. They know what Bo can do and they didn't fare too well two weeks ago until Bohemoth and CW miscued. Tonight, it's Bohemoth all the way. But D*LUX are high in confidence and vault into the ring with headlong charges into Bohemoth!


*DINGDINGDING!*

D*LUX bombard Bohemoth with rights and lefts which puts the bigman on the backfoot, backing him into a corner as they pound away. Jade leaps up and down and encourages her men on as they get Bohemoth down to his knees, at which point they add some boots to the beatdown. But Bohemoth isn't used to taking a beating and he fights back up, placing a hand on each chest and shoving both D*LUX members back a step. They quickly recover and go back in with some more forearms. Bohemoth manages to push them both away again though and this time before Tyler and Shayne can come to a stop he charges out with a double clothesline...DUCKED! Both the youngsters avoid the muscular arms and find themselves in the corner as Bohemoth comes to a stop. Turning on his feet, Bohemoth growls and charges again. This time though, he runs into a double right hand from D*LUX! And another double right! Bohemoth is staggered, as Shayne backs up into the corner and allows Tyler to whip him out the short distance towards Bo...




...who gets a boot up to the gut, sending Shayne stumbling back into Tyler! The two end up stacked in the corner and become even more stacked, thanks to an avalanche in the corner from Bohemoth!

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

WRIGHT
You see, just as I foretold! Bohemoth has vaunted experience with overcoming mounted odds.

First to stumble from the corner is Shayne, who Bohemoth tosses aside nonchalantly. If he can avoid it, Bohemoth doesn't really want 2 on 1 odds. He'd much prefer it one on one, which it is now as he charges a shoulder into the gut of Tyler! Another shoulder crushes Tyler into the corner, followed up with a third. Head down, Bohemoth then scoops Tyler over his shoulder and hoists him off the mat. The crowd sense a Spinebuster but Bohemoth sees Shayne getting up and instead charges across the ring, knocking Shayne down with the spine of Tyler! Shayne goes tumbling out to the floor, while Bohemoth turns and lands the Front Spinebuster on Tyler!

COLE
SPINEBUSTAAAAAAAAAH~! 

COACH
HAHA, Big Bo's been learning from the best! That was almost as good as Hoff's!

WRIGHT
I would be inclined to concur with you, Johnathon.

Bohemoth comes right back up to his feet from the 'Buster and looks around. With Shayne out on the floor, Bohemoth grabs Tyler's long boyband hair and drags him back up, shoving him effortlessly into the corner. Another shoulder charge leaves The Tremendous One coughing and spluttering, holding his gut while Bohemoth strides to the opposite corner. Eyes locked, he yells at Silverman to move out of the way before charging in...AND CONNECTING with a running shoulder charge!

COLE
Man, Bohemoth is dominating!

WRIGHT
Why of course! I suspected my tough love would encourage Bohemoth to increase his performance levels and hark, I was indeed correct.

COACH
Yeah, what he said.

Hurting, Tyler drops to his knees and tries to leave the ring. Bohemoth has other ideas and pulls him back up, landing a Vader style sideswip to the ear that leaves Tyler slumped in the corner again. And The Meterosexual Monster decides to go to the well once more, backing up across the ring for another charge. A slap of the thighs later, Bohemoth comes charging, head-down...



*CLANG!*

...and shoulder first into the ringpost! Tyler dives to safety and continues crawling, just incase, as Bohemoth slumps over the middle turnbuckle. Climbing to the apron, Shayne then compounds Bo's misery...



*CLANG!*

...dropkicking Bohemoth in the side of the head and sandwiching his skull against the steel! Bohemoth staggers out of the corner and Tyler rushes over with a schoolboy roll-up...



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Kickout!

COLE
Wow, that was close! Almost another costly miscue by Bohemoth!

Before Bohemoth can get back to his feet, Tyler is right on the attack with more right hands to the bigman's head. Still dazed, Bohemoth can't fight back and Tyler lands a series of shots with Bo stuck on his knees, before he turns to his partner in wrestling and music, motioning for him to go up. "Showtime" does so, while Tyler continues with the right hands. Still Bohemoth has no answer and Tyler finishes up his barrage, before turning to his partner who's perched up top. Reaching up, he provides a launch for Shayne, throwing him off and into Bohemoth who stands...just in time to block a clothesline, grasping Shayne in a half nelson! With a low growl, Bohemoth grabs the waistband of Shayne's green jeans and hoists him up. But luckily for "Showtime", Tyler is alert enough to land a dropkick on Bo, staggering him and allowing Shayne to execute a modified armdrag.

COLE
Shayne felt the Half Nelson Backbreaker two weeks ago and I'm sure he's glad he didn't have to feel it again.

As Bo pulls himself up D*LUX link hands and go for a double clothesline, which is a dumb move against a monster lik Bohemoth. The bigman swings his massive arms down and breaks D*LUX's grip, running to the ropes himself as his opponents come to a stop. Bouncing back, it's Bohemoth now who looks for a double clothesline. Tyler and Shayne want none of that though, both ducking their heads just in time, leaving their knees in place for Bohemoth to clatter into. Bo doubles over, as Shayne and Tyler turn to a waving Jade.

TYLER
COWELL MOVEMENT!

JADE
YYAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!

Recieving the cue, Tyler and Shayne reach down, grabbing a leg and an arm a-piece and lifting Bo...no more than a foot off the mat.

COLE
That's a big load to lift, even 2 on 1!

WRIGHT
Their youthful exuberance is clearly not accurately corrolated with their physical prowess.

Tyler and Shayne stop and recollect themselves before trying again, heaving with all their might...but despite strained faces and strained muscles, they still can't get Bohemoth up! So, wisely, Tyler decides to give up and try something else. Tyler breaks into the ropes and Shayne does the same the opposite side, rushing back in unison and throwing basement dropkicks which sandwich Bohemoth's already throbbing head!

COLE
New Kicks On The Block!

As Shayne poses, Tyler makes the cover...


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Kickout!

Pushing back up, Tyler catches Bohemoth coming up with a quick forearm shot. The dazed state Bo is in then allows Tyler to manouevre him into a seated position, dropping a bionic elbow to the crown of the head. A second bionic elbow bounces off of Bo's well groomed head before Tyler hits the ropes in front and fires off another basement dropkick, this one striking Bohemoth clean in the face! And as Bohemoth tries to collect his thoughts, Shayne promptly follows up with one to the back of the head, leaving the monster floundering. Still he stays sat though, so D*LUX hit the ropes once more and strike in unison with running Jimmy Rave knee strikes to finally put Bo back down!

COLE
I think your man's looking a little groggy, Christian.

WRIGHT
I shall admit that these whippersnappers are mildly impressive, but my faith regarding Bohemoth shall not falter. Within his clouded cranium, my stirring words still remain. He knows what he must accomplish.

D*LUX celebrate but there's trouble afoot as, shaking out the cobwebs, Bohemoth pushes himself right back up! The rattling of his brains has left him a little woozy but always noticeably pissed off as he stands and glares holes through Shayne and Tyler. Panicking, the rookies charge Bohemoth...





...AND GET CLOTHESLINED OUT OF THEIR BOOTS!!

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

WRIGHT
There we go! Forth Bohemoth, go forth!

Bohemoth still shows the effects of D*LUX's offence, pressing a hand to his throbbing temple and ridding himself of some more cobwebs. But as D*LUX stand, Bo is immediately back on the offence. A shoulder block knocks Tyler flying before Shayne recieves the same. Bohemoth then grabs Tyler by the hair and scoops him over his shoulder, backing into a corner before charging out and driving The Tremendous One down with a Running Powerslam! Jade suddenly doesn't like what she's seeing on the floor and covers his eyes, unable to watch as "Showtime" Shayne gets pressed HIGH overhead and dropped down facefirst, taking a 6ft 7 inch fall to the canvas! D*LUX lay sprawled across the ring, leaving just the fuming Bohemoth standing.

COLE
What unbelievable, effortless strength!

COACH
These kids got some good shots in, but all they did was piss Big Bo off. And now, they're learning firsthand why that ain't a good thing to do.

With his pick of the opposition, Bohemoth decides to bring the slightly bigger Tyler Bryant up first. With one hand he hurls Tyler across the ring, the young pop wannabee settling in the corner after a heavy collision with the buckles. Turning to Shayne now, Bo grabs two handfuls of throat and simply lifts the 188 pounder from the mat and to his feet, releasing him in order to shove him to the opposite corner. Both Shayne and Tyler are cornered now, either side of the ring to the other, easy targets for Bohemoth who charges...clothesline in the corner to Tyler! A quick turn later and Bohemoth steams across the ring...clotheslining Shayne in the corner! Bohemoth isn't done, turning again and landing a second clothesline on Tyler...followed by a second for Shayne, taking him off his feet and down with a hard landing on his coccyx! Tyler is still standing though. More fool him, as he staggers out of the corner and into a second Front Spinebuster of the match!

COLE
Bohemoth is rising to the challenge and amazingly, he's fighting these two on one odds and doing a pretty good job of it too!

WRIGHT
It befuddles me as to why you sound so apparantly surprised, Michael Cole.

COLE
Well come on Christian, you didn't honestly expect Bohemoth to come out here tonight and dominate, surely?

WRIGHT
Perhaps not. However, once the dust had settled, I was confident of Bohemoth's eventual victory.

COLE
He hasn't won yet though.

Wisely, Tyler uses whatever senses he still has to roll safely out of the ring. Meanwhile Jade has climbed to the apron and tries to check on Shayne in the corner. The intimidating glare of Bohemoth is enough to send her scurrying though as he strides across the ring, placing his foot on "Showtime" Shayne's face and forcing downwards, crushing his head against the bottom turnbuckle.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

"FO..."

Bohemoth finally lifts his boot from Shayne's head, but only in order to rush into the ropes beside the corner. Referee Silverman wisely moves, as Bohemoth charges back and KICKS SHAYNE'S FACE INTO THE THIRD ROW!!

COLE
Oh, GOD! Facewash by Bohemoth!

Lifelessly Shayne lies over the bottom rope, until Bohemoth drags him back into the ring and makes a confident if a little 'lax cover...




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KICKOUT!

The Meterosexual Monster glares at Silverman, who holds up his hands apologetically, not wanting to get on the monster's bad side. Luckily though, Bohemoth is more concerned with Shayne than him, pulling the youngster back to his feet.

COACH
Bo's like a lion, toying with his prey. It's like one of those gory wildlife programs and I'm lovin' it. I'm sure you are too Christian.

CHRISTIAN
(rubs hands with glee) 
Indeed, Johnathon. Indeed.

Bo grabs Shayne by the throat again, tossing him to the side and back into the turnbuckles again. With no defence, Shayne lays propped in the corner while Bohemoth backs across the ring and prepares for another charge. As he gets to the opposite side of the ring however, the hands of Tyler Bryant clasp his right boot and prevent him from setting off. Bohemoth reaches through the ropes and swipes at Tyler irritably. Eventually Bo manages to free himself from Tyler's grip and promptly charges forward. But by this time, Shayne has had time to recover and he springs off the bottom rope, squirming through the top and middle in one fluid motion to the apron as Bohemoth runs himself sternum first into the buckles!

COLE
Bohemoth might have toyed a little too much!

Out staggers Bohemoth as Tyler rushes in, Shayne rushing up top. And before Bo can collect himself, Tyler rocket launches Shayne off the top, with a Larger Than Life Line that somehow takes Bo off of his feet and into a cover...



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3-NO!

COACH
Man, that was...was kinda close.

D*LUX regroup and prepare for Bo to get up, landing a double boot to the gut to keep him at bay. Tyler then drops to all fours as Shayne comes off the ropes, launching off of his partner and hooking Bohemoth by the head for a DDT. The bigman is swung around but before his head can be planted into the canvas, Bo puts the brakes on and launches Shayne into the air, sending him up and down with a flapjack slam!

COACH
Okay, that's better.

Stepping over Shayne's body, Bohemoth crouches down and waits for Tyler to come towards him. And as he does, he's intercepted with a MURDERLINE~!

COACH
Much better!

Bo drops down beside Tyler and places a hand on his chest for a pin...




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KICKOUT!

"YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

WRIGHT
Gah! That wasn't a pinning predicament befitting a victorious outcome!

Growling under his breath, Bo sits back up and waits. Shayne is by the bottom rope being checked on by Jade so Bohemoth drags Tyler back up. Bringing him to his knees, Bohemoth keeps a grip of Tyler's hair as he jams in a couple of knees to the sternum. Bo then brings Tyler to his feet and glances to the announce position...

WRIGHT
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...waiting patiently for...

WRIGHT
[font=Wingdings][size=5]DD[/font][/size]~!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Given the cue, Bohemoth scoops Tyler into his arms and prepares to put the finishing touches to the hip heartthrob. Wright stays standing at Sofa Central as his man does a circle of the ring, displaying Tyler to each side of the audience in turn. In doing so though, he forgets about Shayne Brave, who suddenly springs forward with a dropkick to his partner's back, toppling the unsuspecting Bohemoth backwards...





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SHAYNE DIVES ON TOP OF THE DOGPILE!




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COACH
WAIT, NO! THAT'S NOT FAIR!









3!!!!

"YYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

*SLAM!*


*DINGDINGDING!*

Bohemoth kicks out a second too late and sits up, D*LUX scrambling from the ring and jumping into celebration on the floor with a jubilant Jade Rodez.

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Your winners of the match... D*LLLUUUUXXXXXX!!!

Sitting up, Bohemoth stares in disbelief as D*LUX and Jade make their merry way up the ramp celebrating their continued unbeaten run. Despite the fact they've taken some heavy shots, the pleasure takes away the pain. The opposite can be said for Bo though as he holds his head in the middle of the ring having bumped it when Tyler fell on him. But even so, he still can't believe he got beat. Disgusted with himself, Bohemoth slams a fist into the mat, preparing to take the criticism as it comes as he turns to Sofa Central...



...but Christian is nowhere to be found, having slammed his headset to the floor a long time ago. And he's already striding past the ring and towards the backstage area, not even giving Bohemoth a second glance in his frustration. Watching CW walk off, Bohemoth sits himself back up and dejectedly hangs his head.

COLE
Honestly, I don't know what Christian expected. He put his partner in a handicap match and then when loses, he storms off and doesn't even acknowledge him?

COACH
Bo shoulda dealt with these two punks, no problem.

COLE
Coach, it was two on one. Bohemoth put in a great effort but two on one odds are two on one odds, regardless of being six foot seven or two hundred and eighty odd pounds. Hell, I'd love to see Christian Wright step into a handicap match with D*LUX to see how he fares.

COACH
That's not gonna happen. CW doesn't need to...

COLE
What? Do the dirty work? Because that's what Bohemoth's for?

COACH
Ease up playa, Bo's had some bad form and he's gotta prove himself for CW, that's all. He got beat tonight but CW'll calm down, don't you worry.