KingPK 0 Report post Posted April 14, 2006 Tonight, the OAOAST leaves the United States, home of baseball, hot dogs and Iron Chef and travels across the Pacific to Tokyo, Japan, home of sushi, tentacle rape porn and....uh, Iron Chef. Into the world famous Tokyo Dome we go as another wild crowd (the more subdued Japanese style of wild, but wild nonetheless) is ready for another episode of HeldDOWN~! Over to Sofa Central we go. COLE Konichiwa fans and welcome to the first HeldDOWN of the OAOAST's 2006 Oriental/Australian Tour! For the rest of the month of April, the OAOAST brings it's unique brand of e-fed wrestling all over the Asian continent and Australia leading to our next PPV event back in the States, Living Angleously. First stop, Tokyo. COACH The Coach loves this country. Everyone bows and is so respectful to me, they must think I'm Chris Tucker or something. CABOOSE You aren't Chris Tucker. COACH What does he have that I don't, 'Boose? CABOOSE Well, for starters....... *Five minutes later* CABOOSE ......and most importantly, he's been in more movies than you've ever seen. COLE We've got an action packed show this week, so those of you who are tuning in for some actual wrestling on a wrestling show, you're in luck! Tonight in our first main event, Zack Malibu defends his HI-YAH Heavyweight championship against the "Samoan Tsunami" Faqu! CABOOSE The HI-YAH title is highly regarded in this country and these two men will definitely put on quite a show for these fans. COLE And our second main event is something for the more "extreme" portion of our fanbase as Peter Knight, Christian Wright and Jonathan Coachman, yes you heard right, The Coach take on the team of Stephen Joseph, Tha Puerto Rican and Caboose in a steel chair on a pole match! COACH The Coach, the true champ, and the eqloquent one are gonna take out you three chumps later tonight. CABOOSE I can hear the hollow thud of my chair hitting your empty head already. COLE Save it for later guys. Also, Alfdogg has his first HD match as OAOAST World Champion, teaming up with the Sooner Bruisers and Thunderkid to take on Brock Ausstin, Team Heyross and Reject in a big eight-man tag team match. But, right now we're kicking things off with tag team action. * DING DING DING * BUFFER The following contest is a special challenge match. Already in the ring...from South Central Los Angeles, at a total combined weight of 535 pounds, here are Moe Wallace and Vincent Santana... the SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO" COLE As you heard Michael Buffer say, this is a special challenge match requested by the South Central Militia that stems from their elimination in the 20-man battle royal prior to AngleMania V, the Show Before The Show. COACH The Lone Star Gunslingers made it a point to target the S-C-M. COLE What are you insinuating, Coach?! COACH I'm not insinuating anything. There were 18 other guys in that ring. Why did Jock and Baron go after Moe and Vinny? CABOOSE Hmm... maybe to win the battle royal? COACH Oh, come on, 'Boosey. You more than anybody should see it from my point of view. "WAHAHAHAHA, WAH, WAH, WAH..." The usually reserved Japanese crowd jump out of their seats and rush the aisle to get a closer look at the young Gunslingers from the Lone Star state as "the Good, the Bad and the Ugly theme" kicks up. Tough enough for the men and sexy enough for the women, Jock and Baron sprint to the ring with smiles on their faces and hands at chest level to satisify the demand of fans wanting to get a piece of the Gunslingers. BUFFER Their opponents...from the great state of Texas, weighing a total of 507 pounds... "The Texas Twister" Jock Mulligan and Baron Windels, the LONE STAR GUNSLINGERS! Up the ring steps and carefully through the ropes enter Jock and Baron, smartly keeping their eye on the unpredictable South Central Militia. Referee Charles Robinson stands in the middle of the ring to keep both teams in their respective corners until the bell rings. The Gunslingers remove their white jackets with the state of Texas embrioder on the back while the eyes of the SCM are locked on them. Robinson orders one man from each team out of the ring. Moe and Vincent go through an array of hand gestures before Moe exits, whereas Jock and Baron stick with the classic double high-five. After a BUTT slap Jock joins Moe out on the apron, leaving Baron and Vincent to start the match. * DING DING DING * COLE Here we go. Charles Robinson has sounded the bell and we're officially underway in this special challenge tag team match. Baron Windels and Vincent Santana starting out for their respective teams. You can believe both teams view this bout as a way to move up the tag rankings. The crowning of new champions have brought on calls from just about every team for a title shot. COACH I still can't believe Sarcastic Simon and Narcissistic Ned are gone. Godspeed, boys. We miss you. Well, at least The Coach misses you. Backed against the ropes after placing Moe in a side headlock Baron is shot across the ring. Wallace makes the all too common heel mistake of lowering his head after sending the babyface off to the ropes, putting himself at the mercy of Baron who shows Moe none as he bounces off the ropes and drills Wallace with a stinging kick to shoulder that pops him straight up, giving Windels a free shot -- which he uses for a excellently executed standing dropkick. The 6 foot 7 inch Texan stays on the offensive, hitting the ropes after firing Moe off and leveling him with a flying lariat! ONE... TWO... Moe kicks out and retreats to the saftey of his corner, where he makes the tag to Vincent Santana. One fresh man calls for another, Baron and Jock make an exchange. After a quick spin around the ring, the two lock horns, with Jock coming out on top with an arm-wringer. Mulligan uses a series of closed fists and bonic elbows to punish the right arm used by Santana to execute his flying forearm smash. Vincent maneuvers the 23-year-old rookie into the corner and stuns him with a back elbow to the side of the head. Santana shakes off the arm before working Jock over in the corner with a combination of jabs and uppercuts. Windels fires back with kicks to the midsection and a pair of bonic elbows. Vincent knocks the air out of Baron's comeback with a straight knee to the gut, doubling Mulligan over in pain. Santana looks to take advantage of the youngester by whipping him to the ropes, only Jock ducks under a clothesline that is thrown so hard it spins Vincent around just as Jock returns on the rebound with a CROSSBODY BLOCK...but Vincent crotches down in the nick of time, causing the Texas Twister to feel like he's just been in one as he lands hard on the canvas and rolls out of the ring from the impact. CABOOSE Keep an eye out on Moe. Outside all alone with Jock and all those weapons. COACH End the profiling! COLE Caboose is right. Look at all those weapons at Moe's disposal -- chairs, ringpost, steel steps. With the referee focusing his attention on keeping Vincent in the ring, outside Moe slams Jock on the arena floor. Baron rushes to his partner's aid, chasing Wallace away, bringing Charles Robinson over to escort Baron back to his corner, and again leaving the SCM free to do as they wish with the young rookie. And what they do is send Jock viciously into the ring steps, shoulder-first. As the SCM look to inflict more damage, the referee turns around and orders Vincent and Jock back inside the ring. The SCM coolly toss Jock back into the ring, but not before sneaking in a pair of knees to the ribs of Mulligan. COACH Ha! Beautiful. Quick tag by the S-C-M. They're putting the 5-second rule to good use as they Irish whip Jock. Oh, baby! Stereo diving shoulderblocks. COLE What force! COACH If Team Japan hit like that in the World Baseball Classic they would've won the damn thing. CABOOSE They did win "the damn thing." COLE We have a cover! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Moe scoopes up Jock and drives him face-first into the turnbuckle. The SCM with another tag. Vincent Santana back in. He baits Baron into the ring and sprints back to his corner and joins Moe in pumpeling Jock while the referee keeps Baron at bay. The SCM put an end to their double-team tatics as Charles Robinson turns around. Robinson orders Vincent to let Jock out of the corner as he starts the 5 count given before automatic disqualification. Vinny steps away at 4, bringing Charles out to the center of the ring with him as Moe wraps the TAG ROPE around the throat of Mulligan and proceeds to pull back, causing Jock to kick his arms and legs in the air as his oxygen supply is being cut off. Baron steps in again, desperately trying to get the referee's attention to no avail. Fortunately for Baron, luck is on his side as Charles catches Wallace right in the act. Vincent brushes past the scrawny official and makes his way back to the corner...only to be met by a kick in the midsection! Jock fights out of the corner with a combination of bonic elbows and big Texas right hands. COLE Hee-yaw! Flip, flop and fly, cowboy. With Moe stumbling back mid-ring Jock attempts to leapfrog over him and tag Baron, but gets caught going up and is rammed into the corner! He falls on his hands and knees as the SCM make yet another tag. Moe chops him down like a big oak tree with a succession of double-axehandle smashes to the spine of the back. He picks Jock off the mat and heads to the nearest corner with Mulligan draped over his right shoulder...RUNNING POWERSLAM! ONE... TWO... NO! Baron cheers his partner on from the corner, slapping the top turnbuckle to rally the fans behind the Texas Twister. Vincent Santana sticks his right leg over the top rope so that Moe can ram Jock's face into the sole of the boot. Now the legal man, Santana rocks Jock in the corner with punches and overhand chops that echo throughout the Tokyo Dome. Whipped to the far corner Jock gets the boot up as Vincent charges in, sending Santana stagger towards mid-ring, his back facing Mulligan. Jock takes a deep breath before running out of the corner and spiking Vincent into the canvas with a BULLDOG! COACH Jock's too exhausted to make the cover. COLE Both men are down. If Jock could make the cover the match would be over. The fans clap and stomp their feet to encourage Jock, both he and Vincent beginning to stir. Jock is the first to his feet, abeit a bit jelly-legged. He swings and misses a giant haymaker, resulting in an atomic drop...that sends Jock stumbling into his corner and making the HOT TAG~! "YEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!" One thing you can't say about the SCM is they're chickenshit heels, because they go right after Baron as he enters the squared circle. And Baron quickly shows them why he's called a Gunslinger, coming strong at Moe and Vinny with those Texas sized steak right hands. Scoope and a slam. Another scoope and a slam. Moe rolls out to the arena floor while Vinny takes a seat on Baron's knee from an inverted atomic drop. Windels whips Santana, the legal man, to the ropes for a baaaaaack bodydrop. He scales the turnbuckles and connects with a TOP ROPE LARIAT! ONE... TWO... THREE...NO!! Moe pulls Baron halfway out of the ring before being spun around and decked by a Jock Mulligan discus punch. Moe and Jock duke it out on the floor while Baron sets Vincent on the top turnbuckle. Moe kicks Jock LOW and hurls him into the guardrail. He rushes to the corner Baron and Vincent are at, and as Baron climbs up to the second turnbuckle, his head hanging over the top rope as he pulls himself up, Moe whips out the TELESCOPIC BATON and... * BOINK * ...cracks it over the skull of Baron Windels! COLE Oh, my! * DING DING DING DING * Charles Robinson immediately calls for the bell. And though the match is officially over, the fight's only just begun as Santana produces his baton and the SCM unleash a vicious assault on one half of the Lone Star Gunslingers. The threat of physcial harm keeps the referee at bay, all he can do if frantically wave for help from the back. Meanwhile, Jock has pulled himself up on the apron and crawls through the middle and bottom ropes, only to be knee'd in the head upon entry and beaten over the ribs by the batons. Officials and security finally storm ringside, successfully putting an end to the carnage caused by the South Central Militia. COLE Showered with boos as they return to the back, Moe and Vincent proudly hold their arms and batons in the air, pleased with their accomplishment here tonight on HeldDOWN~! We, uh, obviously didn't foresee this ocurring. But given their history perhaps we should have. I understand Josh Matthews will try to get some comments from the South Central Militia as they make their way backstage. COACH (scoffs) Good luck with that. COLE Josh, are you there? JOSH (Off-screen) Yes, I am, Michael. We cut to resident metrosexual and OAOAST correspondent Josh Matthews at the Gorilla position. JOSH I am awaiting the arrival of Moe Wallace and Vincent Santana any second now. I'm going to try to get a word with them after their brutal assault on the Lone Star Gunslingers. This special challenge match turned into a special night for Jock and Baron for all the WRONG re...! Josh nearly falls flat on his face in front of a national television audience as he's bumped into by the SCM as they step through the curtain. VINCENT Watch where you're goin', essa. Can't you see we're goin' through whatcha gringos call a "chemical imbalance," vato. We're CRAZY, motherfucker! MOE (laughs) What the hell do you want anyway, man? JOSH (stammering) I just... I just wanted to, uh, ask... MOE Us a couple of questions, right, queer eye? Well I'll give you the goddamn answers! The South Central Militia have been bullshitted throughout our tenure in this goddamn promotion. Promises have gone unkept, title shots non-existant -- everybody saw what happened to that mother who tried to jack us over -- and now my tag team partner faces the possibility of going back to that shithole known as Mexico. You see this man right here, queer eye -- that's Vincent Santana, man? If all them crazy polly-want-a-cracker yahoos in D.C. have their way, then ol' Vinny is on his last days in this country. They tryin' to send his Mexican ass back to where he came from just like they wanna do all my repressed brothers and sisters! If these are our final days, you bet'cha yo' ass we's gonna go down in a blaze of motherfuckin' glory, motherfucker! Glory, glory, hallel-motherfuckin'-uiah! We're gonna beat some sense into these bitches here in the OAOAST. And who better to start with than them cowboys from Texas? The man callin' the shots is from Texas, right? And ain't Texas known for its outlaw past and shit? Well goddamnit, we just gave them a taste of life in South Central L.A. And who is gonna stop us, I ask? You, queer eye? Walker, Texas Ranger? Hell, no! What about you, Mr. Cameraman? Don't you know Marty is a girl's name, motherfucker?! Ain't no sumbitches gonna stop us, that's what. We callin' the shots now. We gonna run through every tag team in this goddamn federation and then beat the shit outta the Heavenly Rockers for the tag belts. And there ain't a damn there anybody can do to stop us. Moe goes flying into the camera, smacking his face on the camera lense as he's hit from behind by Baron Windels! Before Vincent can do anything to help his partner, Jock Mulligan gets to him first. All 4 men bash each other with whatever objects they can find nearby -- TV monitors, trash cans, Josh Matthews mircophone, etc. The very officials who had to restrain the SCM in the ring now must do the same to the Lone Star Gunslingers backstage. COLE Oh, my! What a situation we got going down in the back! We gotta get things under control. 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KingPK 0 Report post Posted April 14, 2006 We cut back to HeldDown, with a shot of J-Math in front of General Manager Axel’s office. J-MATH Ladies and Gentlemen I am standing outside General Manager Axel’s office… (voice from the side) We just said that! J-MATH Oh… anyway, I’m here to try and get a comment from Axel about some issues that have popped up on OAOAST-dot-com in the last twenty four hours. The GM’s door opens, and out pops Axel, the former two-time champion, almost surprised to see Josh standing there. A rare smile present on his face, Axel addresses the interviewer. AXEL Josh! J-Math! Somehow, I knew you’d be here. Always on top of things mate. Love your work. J-MATH Um, thanks. Axel, OAOAST-dot-com reported that you have a meeting scheduled for the fourth of May, the same night as the HeldDown after Living Angleously. Can you confirm this, and give any details of this meeting? AXEL Well, I can confirm that the wonderful Board of Directors have scheduled a meeting with myself on the fourth of May. As for what that meeting is about, well Josh, its kinda confidential. But let me say this: after this meeting takes place, the OAOAST will be changed forever. In a good way! And while I’m on the topic, a very big hello to all those Board Members watching ‘Axel Presents: OAOAST HeldDown’. You’ll see that we not only have a huge eight-man tag team match coming up, but a very special six man tag team, steel-chair-on-a-pole match. Not only that, but the HI-YAH Championship will be defended, as the champion, Zack Malibu… “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHH!!!!” AXEL …takes on the challenger, Faqu. Just three of the matches that I am responsible for here tonight. J-MATH But, Axel, you didn’t book a… Axel snatches the microphone away from Josh, scaring the living suitcase out of the interviewer. With the GM staring a hole in the smaller staff member, Matthews gets out of the picture, leaving Axel to address the fans. AXEL As I was saying, those are just three of the matches I have prepared for you here tonight. And I have one more up my sleeve. I got off the phone with HI-YAH executives earlier this week, and I’ve booked a Junior Heavyweight match for later tonight between two of the top Junior Heavyweights in the world. Enjoy it, because there’s more where this came from. Back to Sofa Central. ******************************* COLE What…the…hell is wrong with Axel? COACH He’s happy! He’s doing a great job as General Manager! CABOOSE It looks like he’s sucking up. He’s hiding something, and I don’t like it one bit. COLE One thing’s for sure, this should be one hell of a night guys, we’ve got a STACKED card for the people of Tokyo, and it’s a pleasure to call in Japan with these respectful fans. I can tell you one thing, former Lightning Crew Member Spanish Fly will compete tonight in that Junior Heavyweight challenge. We have not yet been informed of his opponent, but I’m sure we will find out soon enough. 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. BUFFER 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. BUFFER 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. BUFFER 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... 1... 2... 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... 1... 2... 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... 1... 2... 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... 1... 2... 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... 1... 2... 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 CC ...waiting patiently for... WRIGHT DD~! "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... 1... SHAYNE DIVES ON TOP OF THE DOGPILE! 2... 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. BUFFER 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. WHOOOSH~! We go backstage and into the office of General Manager Axel, where Axel is handing over a pen to Peter Knight, who bends down to scribble something on a piece of paper before handing the pen back with a smile on his face. AXEL Well, that makes it official mate. The rematch clause has been invoked and you've got your rematch with Alfdogg at Living Angleously for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title. And yes, this time I made sure that ONLY the referee that will be assigned for the match will be in the ring with the both of you. KNIGHT Good. Alf's not gonna have someone calling himself a referee just because he's wearing a striped shirt save his ass and help screw me out of the title this time. April 30th, that title is coming back right where it should be: around this waist. Now I just gotta go pick out a nice hard chair for my match later. AXEL I didn't get to ask you this last week, but why the hell would you agree to face Stephen Joseph in a match that he chose? You know that the bastard's got something up his sleeve. KNIGHT Look, as much as want to wish he get run over by a Semi truck and be put in a wheelchair for life, Popick is a stubborn son of a bitch and will remain a thorn in my side until I do something about it. Fortunately, he gave me the perfect match to do so. I don't care who my partners are, I don't care who my other two opponents are. Tonight, I'm going into that match with tunnel vision; the only person in that ring that will get my undivided attention will be Stephen Joseph. After I bash his brains into the mat with a steel chair and finally put him away for good, I won't have anything else in my way to Living Angleously. I.... Suddenly, we hear the door open and the camera pans over to reveal Brock Ausstin joining the duo in the office. BROCK Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting another think tank session? KNIGHT What the hell do you want? BROCK Actually, I wanted to talk to our esteemed General Manager about something title-related, so I guess you don't need to be involved right now. Knight takes a step towards Brock, but Axel leaps out of his chair and puts an arm out to restrain the former champion. AXEL Ok, ease up guys. (To Brock) What do you want? BROCK Simple, I want a title match against Alfdogg. Unlike that big goof, I actually hold a WIN against Alf this year. KNIGHT (holding up contract) Get in line big boy, because I've already got first crack at him at Living Angleously. If you're nice to me, after I beat him, maybe I'll let you shine the title belt for me some time. Actually, I'm glad you came in here. If my memory serves me right, wasn't it one year ago, at Living Angleously in fact, that I made your ass submit? Do you really want to try me again and humilate yourself in front of a worldwide audience a second time? BROCK Why don't you shine my...... AXEL Gentlemen, enough! (Points to Knight) You, go get ready for your match. Brock, we'll talk later. Knight exits the office, purposely running into Brock and bumping shoulders with him on the way out. Brock looks back as Knight exits, and then to Axel. BROCK Ok, we can talk later. In the meantime, let's see if I can't state my case a little clearer to you. Brock exits as well, leaving Axel shaking his head as we fade. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted April 14, 2006 “Ashburn” fires up as Ayane Mitsui walks out, waving to the hometown crowd, forgetting her worries for a minute, before walking down to the ring and getting herself a microphone. She looks like she's just come from a workout, wearing a black OAOAST T shirt and shorts the shade of her dyed red hair. Ayane(Ayane speaks in Japanese first, then English throughout): Konichiwa, everyone! The crowd roars back “Konichiwa!” to their fellow countrywoman. Ayane: It's great to be home! Or, it would be if my beloved husband, Otaku, hadn't been brutalized at Anglemania by that brute, Brock Ausstin! I got off lucky, I just got an F-Stunner 5 that left me dazed for a while, Otaku got a broken rib from those horrible knee lifts and the F-Stunner 5, then he got choked out! The doctors said he can look at coming back in about a month. He's already sworn that he will try to get his revenge on Brock for what he did! Please keep him in your thoughts, and my husband will not let you down! He will get his revenge! Ayane, at this point, is done speaking, so she bows, hands the microphone to one of the folks ringside and walks out. COACH Hey, where's Ayane going so fast? I thought she'd be able to join us. COLE She's married, Jonathan. COACH Yeah, what's her husband going to do, throw his bedpan at the TV. (Turns his cheek towards the camera) Hey Otaku, aim right here! *SMACK* COACH Ow! CABOOSE Just warming up for later. COLE (Covering his mic) Do I really need to sit between you two again? Let's get back to buisness. (Normal voice) Well folks, last week we witnessed a very heated excahnge between Hoff and Dan Black. CABOOSE That's right, and if Hoff is listening, I can guarantee that big bastard that Dan won't let what happened go without an answer. COACH Now hold on just a second there, Boozer. What Hoff did was make a statement last week, and I liked it! CABOOSE What Hoff did is level a despicable sneak attack on the man that beat him at Anglemania. COLE Let's take a look at the footage: HeldDOWN~! LAST WEEK Hoff grins, and extends his hand... COLE (voice-over) And see, here, it looked like Hoff was about to shake Dan's hand... and then he floors Dan with a vicious lariat than knocks Black onto the back of his head. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! COACH (v.o.) Yeah it LOOKED like Hoff was gonna make nice! And that's the best time to strike! CABOOSE (v.o.) You are a horrible little person, do you know that? Hoff stomps on the Englishman, pausing only to SPIT in his face! Hoff then slaps on his anklelock, wrenching at Dan's leg with a furious look in his eyes. Dan tries to counter out, but Hoff sits down and grapevines the leg! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Three referees and a clutch of security come running down and try to prise Hoff the screaming Black, to no avail. BOOOOOOOOOOOO....YEAAAAHHH! Tony Brannigan comes sprinting to the ring! He dives in under the bottom rope, scattering the officials. Hoff releases the ankle lock and slides out of the opposite side of the ring, a huge grin now on his face. Brannigan stares daggers at the former champion, before bending to check on Black. Hoff walks up the ramp, getting in the face of a camera on the way to proclaim "It isn't over...it's a long way from over!" HeldDOWN~! The cameras cut to the backstage interview area, where Josh Matthews is standing by with Hoff, who has a BRAND NEW T-SHIRT! w00t~! The shirt reads "NEVER FORGET" on the front. We...we can't really see the back. It's probably the best T-shirt you've ever seen, though. Josh stands at Hoff's right, looking up with some trepidation. Hoff looks at a nearby video monitor, nodding his head and laughing. JOSH Hoff... The fans BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO the big man, but their catcalls don't faze him. With a cocky, satisfied grin, he nods. JOSH Last week you assaulted Dan Black, the man who made you tap out at Anglemania. Is there anything you'd like to say following your actions on Sunday? Hoff cocks his head, looks up, and strokes his goatee. HOFF Anything I'd like to say, anything I'd like to.....okay, I got this. Hoff pulls the microphone to his face, then lets go of Matthews' hand. Josh holds the mic nervously, the wand shaking as Hoff addresses the camera. HOFF I've got one thing to say, and it's not to Dan Black. It's to everyone in this business. Look into my eyes...camera, zoom in on my eyes. The camera slowly comes toward Hoff, until only the dark brown eyes of the big man are visible. HOFF LOOK INTO MY EYES. Hoff pauses, taking a breath. HOFF I want everyone in this locker room, everyone in the audience, everyone in the wrestling world to get a good, long look. The camera zooms out, re-revealing Hoff's full frame, as well as Matthews, who is looking up at Hoff. HOFF NEVER FORGET who I am. Hoff takes another deep breath HOFF I left this business six months ago, and at that time I didn't have the fire burning within me anymore. Didn't have the will, or the desire. But things change. PEOPLE change. And sometimes, things change very much for the better. And now I want everyone who looked into my eyes to ask themselves, honestly, if this looks like a man who doesn't have it anymore. HOFF Last week, my good friend Drek Stone told me he wanted to see the old Hoff again. The guy who wasn't afraid of anything. The guy who could get it done. The two-time 24/7 Champion. Battlebowl Champion. The Emperor of the Deathmatch, and the two-time OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion. Never forget who I am, and what I can do. NEVER FORGET. That man is back, and the OAOAST had better be on notice. Hoff looks hard at the camera-- and suddenly the intense visage is gone, replaced by a cock of the head and a playful smirk. HOFF Now, as far as Dan Black goes...message sent, message received. If Black wants to keep his career, he'll stay away from me. He's a smart guy. Josh hesitates as Hoff stops talking, laughing as the fans boo their hearts out. JOSH So...you don't have any more plans to continue the war with Black T? HOFF We're done. Mr. Stone and I have said all we needed to. If Dan or Tony have a problem with us, the ball is in their court. I have bigger issues to attend to. Hoff makes a move to walk away, but Josh interrupts. JOSH Wait, Hoff, one more question if I may... Hoff, slowly, turns back to Josh, looking awfully perturbed at the misuse of his time. HOFF ONE more question. JOSH W-w-well...we were wondering if you had any response to the challenge of Stephen Joseph... Hoff raises his eyebrows. HOFF Joseph? I don't think so. Hoff walks off with a start, the "H" logo visible on the back of his new shirt. Josh looks at him, more than a little shaken by the encounter. COACH Hear that, guys? I think Hoff's got some big plans for the OAOAST. CABOOSE If he doesn't quit again. Backstage we swoop, as Leon Rodez has arrived! He's late, sure, but he's got an excuse, namely his massive dissappointment at losing the 24/7 Championship not only so quickly but also, so cheaply. COLE Well, there's Leon Rodez entering the arena... CABOOSE COLE ...former OAOAST 24/7 Champion... CABOOSE COLE ...obviously with a lot on his...'Boose, would you stop snickering over there, please? What's so funny exactly? CABOOSE Oh, how about that fact that Tha Puerto Rican was AB-SO-LUT-ELY GUARANDAMNTEED correct last week, maybe? PRL said that Leon Rodez wouldn't last a week as 24/7 Champion... I said that he wouldn't last a week. And I hate to say I told you so, but guess what Mickey...WE TOLD YA SO! He choked! He crashed and he burned! He failed in comparison to PRL and all the while, you sat there on your little high horse, making out like myself and PRL didn't know what we were talking about. Who's the idiot who doesn't know what he's talking about now Cole? Who? COLE Okay, so you and PRL got one thing right. CABOOSE Damn right we did! COLE So what happened to the whole 'winning the ladder match' prediction deal then? CABOOSE ... Hauling his bags into the arena, the solemn Rodez carries on down the hallway until a female roadblock stands in his way. Roving reporter Melody Nerdly, to be precise. MELODY Yo, Le-o, can we get some words about your crippling embarrassment for all the people out there? LEON No. Not right now. MELODY Come on, not even for the OAOAST's newest and cutest sports journalist type person? LEON Now's not a good time...and that's not even a microphone. How do you plan on interviewing me with a half eaten baloney sandwich exactly? MELODY See, here's the deal. When I say 'new and cutest sports journalist', I really meant to say 'unofficial, new and cutest sports journalist'. But just use your imagination. You're into that roleplay stuff, right? I've heard the stories. I've rented the videos. I'm down with your dealio my frivolous friend. Spread your mustard on my baloney. Let's do this thing, ding-a-ling. LEON Are you still talking about interviews or what? Before Melody gets a chance to answer, a beaming Jade Rodez bounds into view. Brushing Melody aside, Jade plants a big kiss on her brother's cheek which understandably takes The Silky Smooth One aback slightly. LEON What was that for? JADE Whadda you mean what was that for...it was for being the sweetest guy I know! Krista keeps telling me you're a jerk but I knew you weren't. And you proved it. You gave your girlfriend the 24/7 Title...how sweet is that? I'm so proud of you... LEON Woah, hold up a second. I didn't give Alix anything. I didn't get the chance to. JADE What does that mea... LEON Nevermind that, have you seen Alix? JADE Yeah, she came and told us she won the title! Me and Krista that is because we were totally hanging out together, it was great, we watched re-runs of One Tree Hill and Krista pointed out all the bits that were badly acted. Then she got a sore throat from all the shouting and brought out the vodka, which was when Alix came in and we went out and partied and they invited me! LEON Okay, complete this sentence for me please. Today, Alix is... JADE Still the 24/7 Champion? Leon throws up his hands in despair, briefly making Melody pause from her sandwich eating to look shocked. LEON If you see her tonight, tell her we need to talk. JADE Well, I've got her cellphone number somewhere, just gimme a seco... LEON In person. JADE You're not gonna try and take the belt back from her, are you? Hesitating, Leon scratches the back of his neck and looks to the floor. LEON No. JADE Are you? LEON Of course not! I just need to talk to her about it, that's all. Make her see sense. JADE What does that mean? See sense? Le', please don't do anything stupid, I really like Alix and she seemed real happy when she showed us the belt. It spins ya know. It's great. But please don't attack her or anything. LEON You've known me long enough to trust me on this, surely. JADE I guess. Tell ya what, I'll text Ally anyway... LEON Don't bother, I'll catch up with her eventually. Leon walks off, Jade stopping her search for her cellphone and watching on curiously as he disappears off into the distance. WHOOSH~! (Ok, it's another promo when we promised more wrestling. Don't blame me, I just work here) Within the inner workings of the arena, various OAOAST staff, Japanese press, arena crew, and lost fans searching for a rest room. Amongst the sea of randoms and non-randoms populating the backstage area, we see three familiar faces...and not familiar in the good way. However, any notoriety is good enough for them...them being three of the most talented, yet arrogant superstars currently competing on the active roster. "Yo, let me get at that sushi, J." Scotty Static and Johnny Jax, collectively known as the Global Party Exchange, aka the GPX, stroll through the backstage area along with their partner in crime, the OAOAST's resident thuggish high-flyer, the UK's own Jamie O'Hara. "Bitch, you have too much sake? This is mah su-shizzy!" O'Hara pulls the paper bag away from Static's grabby hand, and plops another piece of sushi in his mouth. As the trio walks, they suddenly hear a familiar voice. "'Bout time. I was wondering if you had the balls to show up." The trio stops and looks, as the cameras close in on the man coming down the hallway approaching them; HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion Zack Malibu. "Of course we showed up. Whatchoo think, we're scared of you or somethin'? You wanna step off g, then..." Malibu, tired of O'Hara's ebonically fueled courage, knocks the sushi-holding bag out of his hands, sending it sailing through the air. "Oh no you DIDN'T just do that to my sushi!" "Pipe down, short stack, and listen up. You three...you've got balls. You say you respect me, then lay me out. Did a nice number on me. Gotta admit, I was impressed. Impressed not only with the fact that you brought me down last week, but impressed that for once, you did it face to face." The three hooligans are taken aback, and it's Jax who is the first to speak up. "So what, you're thanking us for attacking you? That's the stupidest sh..." "Thanking you? Not quite. But let's face it, this respect thing is only going to carry us all so far. So here's the deal. I called you out tonight. I told you to make sure your asses were here. Now I've got a match defending my title, and I know how antsy you three can be. So here's what's gonna happen. I'm going to go out there, and put my belt on the line. You three are gonna stay clear of the ring, of me, of Faqu, of James Blonde, of anything and everything. You stay back here and watch. When that match ends, whether it's my hand or his getting raised, you've got an open invitation to hit that ring, because I'll be waiting for you." The three are surprised again, this time thinking Malibu is just a tad overconfident. "You've gotta be kiddin' me, Malibu. Is this some type of set-up for a lawsuit, or you found some loophole in our contracts that gets us fired after so many beatdowns on yo' ass?" "No, it's much more simple than that. I said last week you had my respect, and I don't say anything I don't mean. You wanted respect, you got it. I just wanna know how far you guys are willing to go to keep it." Malibu walks off, leaving O'Hara, Static and Jax perplexed, yet prepared. "...ya'll ready for this? We're gonna squash this thing, tonight." The trio walk out of frame as we fade out. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted April 14, 2006 (edited) Tonight's HeldDOWN is brought to you by OAOASTStore.com, featuring the popular Chicks Over Dickss shotglasses. When you are getting blasted off of the finest tequila like Krista on a Tuesday night (since there's nothing good on TV since they cancelled Joey), use COD shotglasses. COLE Welcome back to Tokyo. Next up, a match requested by HIYAH officials looking to test one of their newest stars, Ultimo Tiger, against a veteran OAOAST superstar. This man signed the contract. Cue: "Quiet" As the grinding grunge chords fill the arena, the crowd yells its approval (respectfully). BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall and is a special OAOAST vs HIYAH challenge match! Introducing first, from London, England, weighing 235lbs - the Ice Heart, Daaaaaaaaaaaaan BLACK! The Englishman strolls down to the ring, looking relaxed, for a change. He wears new blue trunks, quite a departure from his usual black, white or grey. COLE Dan Black, fresh of a great victory for Black T at Anglemania - COACH A victory which the man known as Hoff rendered meaningless when he embarrased Black on last weeks show. COLE Speaking of that incident, our roving reporter Mean Gene Okerlund managed a word with Dan earlier tonight... We cut to a split screen, showing Black rolling into the ring on the right and on the left his arrival earlier tonight, walking into the arena with Mean Gene trotting at his elbow. GENE Dan, you have a big match tonight, but not only that, H- Dan stops and glares at Gene, cutting him off with just his look. BLACK I don't want to listen to you talking about that idiot. GENE But- BLACK You said H. No more H's from you. GENE *in ridiculous cockney accent* I 'ave to ask the questions, can't 'elp it, its me job guvnor! BLACK You're a bloody idiot. Look, I'm here to show Japan the superiority of English - and yes, even American - wrestling know how. Hoff will be dealt with at the appropriate time. Good evening. We return to full screen, as Ultimo Tiger has now entered the ring. He wears green trunks and golden mask. CABOOSE Ultimo Tiger is the smaller man, around 5'8, 200lbs, but he's very quick on his feet, very athletic. Black can't underestimate him. Veteran referee Clem Buzzlefoxer, 82, tears his attention away from the geisha girls at ringside to check both men over for international objects, before getting the match underway. *DING DING* Black and Tiger lock up, with Dan quickly twisting it round into a half nelson on his opponent. Tiger twists sharply to the left and right, loosening Black's grip before spinning out and grabbing an arm bar. Black executes a forward roll onto his back, and uses his boot to break Tiger's grip and come up, grabbing the arm into a top wristlock. Ultimo doesn't hesitate however, and before Black can settles grabs at his arm and reverses to his own wristlock! Tiger torques the arm, bending Dan double. Tiger throws the point of his elbow into the exposed arm. Black spins around to face Tiger head on and backs him into the ropes - and then stings the masked man with a headbutt! Dan grabs Tiger into a front facelock and drops him stomach first onto the top rope! As Tiger hangs, winded, Black runs the ropes and just boots Ultimo in the side of the head with a Yakuza kick! Dan picks Tiger up and nearly decapitates him with a vicious European uppercut! Three skin slicing chops follow, before whipping him into the far corner. Dan goes charging after Tiger and hits him with a running European uppercut! Black grabs a hold of Tiger - exploder suplex out of the corner, dropping Ultimo right on the back of his head! COLE Dan Black really taking it to this youngster, showing no mercy whatsoever! Tiger went to meet Black's usual slow, technical start, and Black just broke out and began to MURDER HIM! COACH Gee, you don't think Black is feeling embarassed by a certain someone and wants to take it out on a rookie? CABOOSE It's a message, whether Black wants to admit he's thinking about Hoff or not. Dan scrapes Tiger up and hits another European uppercut. Black bends and hurls Tiger to the ropes with an Irish whip. As Ultimo rebounds, Black catches him with a knee to the gut followed by a snap suplex. Black does not deign to cover. He rolls to his feet with Tiger's mask in his hand for leverage and then whips Tiger into a corner. Dan rushes in but Tiger ducks aside and Black's leaping forearm connects with nothing but air. As Dan turns Tiger brings him over with a deep Japanese arm drag, following that with a dropkick as Black comes back up. Tiger grabs a hold of Black and whips him to the ropes, hitting a side headlock take over on the rebound. After only a few seconds Dan powers up and at the 2nd attempt pushes Ultimo to the ropes - but instead of rebounding Tiger grabs the top cable and vaults over onto the apron! He jumps up onto the rope and springboards in at Black - who nails him in mid air with a vicious lariat! Tiger goes 360! Black covers! ONE! TWO! THR- kick out! Black brings Tiger back to his feet quickly and hammers him with a flurry of forearms, then goes for a roaring forearm which Ultimo ducks! Black spins back to his opponent, who aims a superkick at his head - but Black blocks it, grabbing the leg and applying an Ankle Lock! COACH Ohhhh now try and tell me he's not thinking of Big Daddy H! COLE Dan was made to suffer last week at the hands of this move! Tiger tries to drag himself to the ropes, but Black has a look of cold steel on his face, his muscles taught and locked and Ultimo is going nowhere! The crowd suddenly erupts in an unusually un-Japanese chorus of BOOOOS as Hoff himself pushes his way out of the crowd! Black doesn't see him until its too late, and Hoff has nailed him in the back with a clubbing blow! *DING DING DING* Old Clem calls for the bell, but for the second week running Hoff has caught Black out and is administering a beating! Hoff tries to grab Black's ankle, but Dan quickly kicks him off and is up to his feet! The two men exchange closed fists in the middle of the ring, Hoff using his power to gain the upperhand, before Black manages to duck one of his huge haymakers and land a flurry of hard, vicious chops that have Hoff wincing! Dan goes for KICK WHAM BLACKOUT - but Hoff pushes him off and then slides out of the ring, breathing hard and with a momentary look of shock on his face! Black grabs the house mic. BLACK Couldn't stand to see a proper wrestler performing a hold how it should be done? I saw you talking earlier, Mr Hoff, saying that this was over. In coming down to this ring and interupting a perflectly good squashing - er, athletic contest, you've proved yourself not only a coward but a liar too. Hoff just smirks. BLACK So, you say you're done with me, you're actions speak otherwise. Maybe you're confused. I'll make it nice and easy for you. Dan Black vs Hoff, at Living Angleously. The contract will be with your people by midnight. Don't let me down, son. Black drops the mic and just stares at Hoff, who gazes back calmly. Eventually he gives a very small nod, and backs away into the crowd once more. "Quiet" hits as Black shakes hands with a limping Ultimo Tiger and then briefly acknowledges the crowd before heading up the aisle. COLE Well, Hoff has been playing mindgames with Black it seems - and if what he wanted was a challenge, hes got it! A huge first time ever match for Living Angelously! COACH What does Black think he's doing? Hoff is a two time World Champion. Black has never been World Champ, never even a serious contender. CABOOSE That's true enough. But if you think that's down to a lack of talent, you're even stupider than I thought. And that's a pretty mind blowing concept. COLE Fans, I'm Michael Cole! And I'll still be Michael Cole during this next segment! The eerie sound of silence fills the COD locker room, which makes a pleasant change some would say. Silence doesn't last long here though and predictably enough, seconds after we arrive, the door of the locker room creaks open. Glancing into the room is Leon Rodez. And once he's sure there's no sign of Krista and no sign of those ass grabbing wierdos Los Diablos, he feels a lot more comfortable as he sneaks into the room LEON Ally? You in here? Carefully Leon opens a door at the back of the luxurious locker room, poking his head around the corner and apparantly not finding anything. Leon folds his arms and sighs, turning around...and coming face to face with an equally arm-folded Krista Isadora Duncan! Inside Leon groans, but he manages a smirk as Krista glances behind Leon to the door standing ajar behind him. KRISTA Lost something have we? Like a championship belt maybe? LEON Have you... KRISTA Seen Alix? Well, see, here's the thing Lillian. Even if I had seen Alix and knew where the precocious little scamp was, you would be extremely low on my imaginary list of people to divulge that information upon, right below the Las Vegas Police Department and just above that weirdo with the mullet and the stained Metallica t-shirt that got sent down for stalking her two and a half years ago. Only just above. It's very close. See, we all know why you're here, apart from one person. And unfortunately, because of you, that one person is the very person with a huge bullseye on her back that says 'Impressonable Woman- Take Your Best Shot, h0m0' on it. For all I know, she could be lying in a ditch with Hoff building up an 8 step combo on her face. For all I know, she's been jumped in the Dairy Queen by JINGUS. I don't know where she is. And like I said, even if I did, I certainly wouldn't tell you, because unlike you I value her health. Leon sighs, trying to contain himself from yelling and screaming at Krista. That's not his thing. Trouble is, this Krista sure is annoying when she goes on these rants. LEON When you see her, can you tell her we need to talk. KRISTA Now, by talk, do you mean 'exchange viewpoints and opinions by way of speech'? Or, by talk, do you mean 'sneak into the Chicks Over Dicks locker room and try to jump my girlfriend, attack her, leave her bleeding on the floor while I run off with the 24/7 Championship like I tried to do tonight before Krista walked in'? Please, do enlighten me. LEON Do you seriously think I'd do that? KRISTA I'm not sure. Personally, I'm not willing to find out though, which is why I feel the need to issue this warning right now. If you are indeed thinking of attacking Alix and stealing the belt that she was so ecstatic to get hold of, you would break her heart. And if you break her heart, I will break YOU. Collective. Oh and, assuming you have the cognative functions to do so, I wouldn't plan any set-ups to trick her into losing the title. Because, broken heart or not, if you steal that championship from her I will not hesitate in hunting you down and making OJ Simpson look like Homer Simpson in terms of cold blooded killing tendancies. He did it. Face facts. We all know it. Championship or no championship, I will make your life a living hell, 24 hours a day and 7 days a week, should you do anything to harm Alix directly or indirectly. And if you care about her in any meaningful way, you would not only already know where she was but you would also be out watching her ass...FIGURATIVELY, pervert...and making sure she keeps that 24/7 Championship for months to come. Rather than trying to nail her in public places with millions of people watching. That may be your 'thing' and Alix is pretty liberal, but surely you could utilise your time more sensibly now she actually needs you? Waiting for the rant to end, Leon breathes a sigh of relief as Krista takes a pause. LEON Done? KRISTA Oh, certainly. As much as I'd love to stand her all day and pit wits with you I really don't think I'd make it many more minutes before I died from lack of challenge. So, yes by all means, you run along and think about what I said. Your homework for this evening is to learn some responsibility. Goodbye! Not wanting a second invitation, a quick exit is made by Leon, grumbling under his breath as he leaves the locker room. Krista waits until he's gone before breathing a sigh of relief of her own. KRISTA Shoulda slapped him when I had the chance. *********************************** COLE Tensions mounting in the back, guys. COACH Krista is right, Leon was going to steal the 24/7 Championship from Alix as soon as he saw her! CABOOSE You’re an idiot. Leon may be a hell of a competitor, but he’s no coward and he’s no thief. Krista’s always been overprotective. COLE For once, we agree Caboose. And now, onto our Junior Heavyweight Challenge! *DING DING DING* BUFFER The following contest is a HI-YAH versus OAOAST Junior Heavyweight Challenge match, scheduled for one fall. "Krokodilamadurinn" by Quarashi hits, and the Japanese fans go politely mental for Spanish Fly. Pyro hits, and the Tijuana, Mexico native appears from underneath the stage, mask on, saluting the huge Tokyo Dome crowd, and making his way down to the ring. BUFFER Introducing first, a native of Tijuana, Mexico, now residing in San Diego, California. Weighing in at one hundred seventy-five pounds, he is SPANNNNISSSSHHH FLYYYYYYYYYY!!!! Saluting the crowd jut like Rey Rey, Fly stretches on the ropes, doing a couple of runs to warm himself up. He looks focused, as if he knows that a challenge awaits him. COLE Spanish Fly of course has known his opponent for a number of days, but OAOAST Officials, especially General Manager Axel have been tight-lipped about his identity. Coach, any ideas? COACH Michael, in front of me right now, I have the HI-YAH roster list. I’ll show it to you. See any familiar names? COLE *after a pause* …oh wow. COACH Damn right. COLE WHAT A MATCH WE HAVE FOR YOU! FAST-PACED ACTION! HERE HE COMES! *bum bum* A familiar guitar strum begins. The usually quiet Japanese crowd crowd, shocked for a moment, suddenly erupt in a frenzy of cheers. BUFFER AND HIS OPPONENT! Yes, by now they have realised that the music is none other than Alice in Chains’ “Man in the Box”, and by now they know who’s coming… COLE ON LOAN TO HI-YAH FROM THE OAOAST! HE’S BEEN TEARING UP THE JUNIOR HEAVYWEIGHT DIVISION! A FORMER HI-YAH JUNIOR HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! THE GREATEST X DIVISION CHAMPION OF ALL TIME!!!!! The music gets louder, and he appears, hooded jacket, a series of Japanese symbols lining the back. He stops for a second, and removes the hood, to reveal… CRAZZZZYYYY VAAAAMMMPPIIIIIREEEE!!!!!!!!! …NO JUST KIDDING, ITS AJ FUCKING FLAIRE!!!! AJ poses for the thousands of flashbulbs going off all around the arena, before making his way down to the ring. Spanish Fly is focused though, pacing around in the ring, waiting for his opponent to enter the squared circle. BUFFER From Deeeeeeeee-troit Michigan! Weighing in tonight at two hundred and twelve pounds, a former OAOAST X Division and HI-YAH Junior Heavyweight Champion, Ladies and Gentlemen, wrestling in an OAOAST ring for the first time in over fifteen months, The PHEEEENNNOOOOMMEENNNNAAAALLLL… AYYYYYY. JAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY FLLLLAAAAAIIIREEEEE!!!!!! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAHHHH!!!!!” COLE This is HUGE! We last saw AJ Flaire just a couple of months ago when he returned with Ken Baker to the OAOAST to help Gunner Sharps, but with the sickness of Ken and Austin’s father, AJ decided to tour Japan to get his singles career back on track! He did better than that, wrestling in a wonderful series of matches with KENTA, before capturing HI-YAH’s Junior Heavyweight Belt once! This should be amazing, we haven’t seen AJ wrestle in over a year! COACH I must say Michael, Axel must be commended for bringing this match to us tonight. Whatever this board meeting is, they’d better take notice of the amazing talent the GM is bringing to HeldDown. AJ steps into the ring and climbs the turnbuckles, receiving yet another ovation from the Tokyo Dome crowd. The referee gets into position, and AJ removes his jacket, before loosening himself up for the upcoming challenge. The referee checks both men’s attire for weapons and other nasty pasties, before signalling for the bell to ring, which it does, as if on cue. *DING DING DING* AJ and Fly meet in the middle of the ring, slapping hands, knowing that they’re about to put on a sound display of quickness, and agility for the fans. They circle, ready to lock up, and do so in the middle of the ring with a collar and elbow. AJ goes behind in a waistlock, and lifts the lighter Spanish Fly high in the air for a waistlock takedown. Fly is able to roll over and get to his feet, before dropping down and using his legs to take AJ over in a pinning combination… ONE! But AJ kicks out once he realises what’s going on. AJ charges at Fly, Fly ducks, AJ comes off of the ropes, but Fly catches him in an armdrag, which AJ quickly gets up from. AJ breaks the armringer and torque’s Fly’s left arm himself, sending the masked Mexican for an Irish Whip. Fly comes off the ropes, AJ tries a Tilt a Whirl, Fly counters and spins AJ around, trying a headscissors, but AJ pushes Fly off, who uses his amazing agility to land on his hands and use his momentum to take himself over, rolling through and landing on his feet. COLE If J.R was here, he’d say that these two men were… JR QUICKER THAN A BAH GAWD HICCUP! COACH How the hell does he do that? AJ and Fly lock up again in the centre of the ring, Fly goes to the side headlock, AJ tries to take him over with a back suplex, Fly flips backward behind AJ, grabs a waistlock, AJ runs into the ropes, holding on causing Fly to be whipped backward, AJ runs at Fly, Fly ducks an elbow attempt, boot to the midsection by Spanish Fly, AJ reacts by ducking his head, Fly off the ropes, Sunset Flip! ONE! AJ counters, pinning combination! ONE! Fly counters, rolling out and flipping over into a bridge! ONE! AJ powers up, turns Fly over, backslide by AJ! ONE! Fly kicks out once again, both men up, lockup for a third time, AJ gets the side headlock, Fly tries to get out of it, can’t, AJ wrenches away, Fly with an elbow, pushes AJ into the ropes, AJ comes off with a shoulder block, Fly goes down. AJ off the ropes, Fly ducks under, AJ goes off the other side now, this time Fly jumps over the advancing former X Champion, both men stop, turn around, and attempt dropkicks, with both missing! Both Junior Heavyweights up again, this time stopping, taking guard, and taking a moment to compose themselves, as the Tokyo Dome give them a huge ovation! CABOOSE Now that, my friends, is why we are here. Wrestling. Pure, beautiful wrestling. COLE Great series of catch-as-catch-can lightweight, fast-paced wrestling from AJ Flaire and Spanish Fly. I’ve missed the former X Champion, he never stops moving, perpetually in motion, is AJ Flaire. The two wrestlers lock up once again, with AJ using his leverage advantage to push Fly into the corner. *SLAP* ‘WOOOOO!!!!!’ After breaking the hold, AJ connects with a hard knife-edged chop that sends Fly reeling. *SLAP* ‘WOOOOOOOOOO!!!’ Another chop, and Fly clutches at his chest, which is slowly turning beet-red. *SLAP* ‘WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!’ A third chop, followed quickly by a hard forearm to the temple. AJ grabs a hold of Spanish Fly’s left arm and whips him into the opposite corner, where he lands back-first against the turnbuckle. Fly comes out of the corner with a head of steam, landing a right hand to AJ, who takes a couple of steps back to absorb the blow. AJ comes back with a forearm, before hooking Fly’s tights and shoulder, and taking the young Mexican over for a beautiful T-Bone suplex. AJ transitions around to mount Fly, and hits the cruiserweight with a tough forearm, before helping him to his feet. Another forearm shot later and AJ hooks Fly up for a Back Suplex, taking him high in the air, and dropping the poor guy on the back of his head! COACH Vicious suplexes from AJ Flaire right there, he’s picking Spanish Fly apart tonight. Fly grasps at the back of his head on impact, but AJ is right there, on his opponent, not giving him a moment’s rest. AJ grabs Fly by the mask to pull him up, and when the young Mexican is at his feet, AJ brings him right back down to the ground with a hard knee to the face! CABOOSE You can see where he got that from. COLE Axel’s been teaching him the benefits of a good knee! AJ drops to the mat for a cover… ONE!!! TWONO! Fly kicks out at two, even after the hard knee shot rocked his socks off. COLE AJ hasn’t lost a step guys, out for another year with another back injury, he actually stayed out long enough to let it heal this time. He doesn’t want another episode like the I Quit Match with Drek Stone. AJ gets Fly to his feet again, this time wrenching his opponents arm, booting him in the midsection, and sending the Mexican for an Irish Whip. Fly comes off the ropes, ducks a chop by AJ, AJ turns around, and eats a dropkick! AJ up quickly, but he’s taken down by a flying forearm from Spanish Fly. AJ up again, but he eats another flying forearm! COLE Spanish Fly is mounting an offence! Fly brings the former X Champ to his feet and sends him into the corner sternum first, before driving a shoulder into the surgically-repaired back of his opponent! And a second! A third! With AJ writhing in pain, Fly takes him out of the corner and grabs him by the neck in a kind of Camel Clutch, before dropping back and driving both his knees into the back of AJ Flaire! CARLITO Stealing moves? Daz not cool. Fly with the quick cover… ONE!!! TW-NO! AJ kicks out just as the referee counts two! Fly comes off of the ropes, and lands a quick leg drop to the throat of AJ, allowing him to plan his next move. Fly decides to go out of the ring and onto the apron, measuring AJ Flaire. AJ gets to his feet, and Fly springs onto the top rope… …and connects with a flying crossbody! COVER! ONE!!!!!! TWOOOONO! AJ kicks out at two again! COLE Beautiful cross body by Spanish Fly, he’s really managed to mount an offence quickly in this match up. Fly with right hands to AJ, trying to stop his opponent from getting to his feet. He fails, and AJ comes back with a forearm. Fly with a right hand and AJ with another forearm. Fly stomps the knee of Flaire, who loses balance momentarily, allowing Fly to come off the ropes with a front dropkick, sending AJ back to the mat. Cover by Fly again… ONE!!! TWNO! AJ kicks out once again, as Fly failed to hook the leg. AJ sits up, but Fly is immediately on him, digging his knee into AJ’s back, and wrapping his hands under his chin for a chinlock. Wrenching away at AJ’s back and neck, the crowd start to get involved, as the notoriously quiet Tokyo fans come alive and start to mildly cheer, knowing that the hold should be broken by AJ soon. COLE Good strategy by Spanish Fly, focusing on the back and neck of AJ Flaire. There still has to be some tenderness there guys. AJ, hands in the air trying to reach for the ropes, the referee, a Coke, something, struggles in the hold, with the Tokyo crowds’ clapping slowly gaining momentum. CABOOSE Spanish Fly is showing that he can hang with guys of AJ’s calibre. He’s doing well for himself tonight. AJ finally gets to one knee, shaking his fists, trying to use his strength and heart to get out of the hold. Turning around, he buries an elbow into the midsection of Spanish Fly, who jerks back, but doesn’t release the hold. Another elbow, but Fly keeps the chinlock locked in. A third elbow, and Fly finally releases the hold! AJ with a hard forearm to the temple of Spanish Fly, and another, a third, and a knee to the stomach. Irish Whip by AJ Flaire, Spanish Fly comes off of the ropes, AJ goes for a Tilt-a-Whirl Slam… …but Spanish Fly turns it into a headscissors! COLE Spanish Fly with the flying headscissors! Great move by Spanish Fly! AJ, up quickly from the headscissors, charges at Spanish Fly, Fly jumps onto AJ’s shoulders, and takes him over with a Hurricanrana!! COLE Hurricanrana! He’s got the legs hooked! Pinning Combination by Spanish Fly!! ONEEE!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! NOOOO!!! AJ gets out of the pinning predicament! Fly brings AJ to his feet and backs him into the corner. A right hand by Fly rocks the former X Champion, a second has him on Dream Street. Fly steadies, and goes for another hard right, but AJ ducks under, turning around, and unloading on Spanish Fly with a quick series of chops! *SLAP* WOOOO! *SLAP* WOOOO! *SLAP* WOOOO! *SLAP* WOOOO! AJ with a knee to the midsection, and a front face lock applied. Flaire tries to suplex Spanish Fly, but the pocket rocket Mexican blocks the hold once, twice, three times, before turning it around, and lifting AJ up in a front face lock… …and sitting him on the top rope. Fly joins AJ on the turnbuckles shortly thereafter, connecting with a series of right hands, and signalling for a top rope hurricanrana! COLE This is dangerous for both men, if Spanish Fly hits this move, then its all over! If he misses, AJ is back in this match! Do or die for both men! Fly tries to distract AJ long enough to hit the ‘rana, but AJ lands a hard forearm shot to the temple of his opponent, sending Spanish Fly off balance! AJ uses this sudden opening, pushing Spanish Fly off the top rope and to the canvas, where he lands with a hard thud! CABOOSE Fly took a great risk there, and it didn’t pay off. Rookie mistake by Spanish Fly. AJ regains his composure while Spanish Fly is down on the mat, and then gets a burst of energy, standing on the top rope, measuring his Mexican opponent! Fly struggles to his feet, unaware of AJ leaping off the top rope… ...and hitting A TOP ROPE ENZIGURI! COLE AJ Flaire hits Elegance from the top rope! Spanish Fly is down! AJ is up, and he’s fired up! AJ gets straight up after hitting the move, using the ropes to maintain his vertical base, and signalling to the crowd that he’s going for it all! COACH A rush of adrenaline for AJ Flaire, but what’s he got in store? Spanish Fly stirs, so AJ helps him to his feet. Front face lock applied by AJ Flaire… and he takes Spanish Fly over for a Vertical Suplex… and holds onto the face lock, his hips whipping over, and ready for a second vertical suplex… yes! AJ hits the second! COLE We’ve seen this before guys, this isn’t your usual three amigos, this is what AJ calls the trifecta, he’s going for a brainbuster! AJ with the front face lock still applied, Fly tries to block the suplex, AJ gets Fly up, Fly tries in vain to counter the move… ...but gets DROPPED with a Brainbuster instead! CABOOSE He ain’t moving. COACH Spanish Fly just got dropped on his head! AJ’s going for the win! AJ looks at the fallen Spanish Fly and then the fans, who respond with cheers for the X Division legend. In a scene reminiscent of AJ’s many title defences, he ascends the turnbuckles, stopping at the top rope, although I’m sure if he could go higher and put himself in a higher degree of personal danger, he’d jump at the chance. AJ, not looking at his opponent, facing the fans, jumps off the turnbuckles, twisting in mid-air… …TWISTING 450 SP-NO!!!!! COLE Spanish Fly moved out of the way of Good Taste! …but AJ uses his momentum to roll through and land on his feet! COACH What amazing athleticism! CABOOSE Great ring presence by both men. AJ turns around to see Spanish Fly attempting to get up. AJ runs at Fly, Fly ducks a clothesline attempt by AJ, AJ comes off the ropes, charges at Fly, but Fly is wary of this, stepping to the side and sending AJ down and into the ropes with a drop toehold! COLE Can Spanish Fly capitalize with a 6-1-9? After those suplexes, who knows? Fly, holding the back of his head still from the brainbuster, sucks it up and runs to the ropes, flies off… ..and HITS THE 619!!!! COLE SIX-ONE-NINE CONNECTS! COACH You say that on every single SmackDown, I swear. AJ flies off the ropes as a result of the 619, and his Mexican opponent positions himself on the ring apron, ready to deliver his finishing move, the Fly Swatter! AJ takes a while to get up, with Spanish Fly poised, just waiting for the right moment. COACH AJ’s taking a while to get back up from the 619 guys, it must have really knocked the stuffing out of him! AJ, head down, at his knees now, is in perfect position to receive the diving fame-asser, so Spanish Fly springboards onto the top rope, and off… …BUT AJ MOVES! COLE He was foxin’! AJ moved aside at the last moment, causing Spanish Fly to land hard on his tailbone, or as any normal speaking person would call it, his ASS. Writhing in pain, Fly gets to his feet, where AJ is waiting. Kick to the knee by AJ Flaire, Fly goes down to one knee, AJ measures… …and KICKS HIM RIGHT IN THE FACE! COLE That’s Just Wrong!!!! COACH I know! That stiff kick was bruuuuuuuutal! COLE No, that’s what AJ calls that combination, That’s Just Wrong! CABOOSE Well Spanish Fly certainly agrees right now! AJ grabs Fly by the hair and positions him in a Standing Bodyscissors, throwing his arms out like AJ Styles does when he’s about to finish a guy. COLE AJ looking for That’s Phenomenal, me thinks… But then, AJ does a weird little motion with his fingers. The crowd aren’t quite sure what to ma… …OH MY GOD HE JUST HIT THE CANADIAN DESTROYER!!!! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHH!!!!!” COACH COLE CABOOSE Well… That's Phenomenal Too guys! COVER! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!” *DING DING DING* “Man in the Box begins as the crowd erupt at the three count, with Spanish Fly still not having moved from the brutal Canadian Destroyer he just took. BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner of the match… AYYYY JAAAAAAYYY FLAAAAAIIIIREEEE!!!!! COLE AJ Flaire with the Flipping Piledriver… could that be the second version of That’s Phenomenal? COACH I think so Cole, AJ has not only evolved as a wrestler, his finishing move has evolved as well! COLE I just hope we see more of AJ in the future guys. AJ gets his hand raised by the referee, before rolling out to greet the ringside fans, slap hands, and walk back up the ramp. The Phenomenal One stops at the top of the ramp, and before he leaves, he extends his hands out to the crowd, before bowing humbly, and waving to the fans. CABOOSE AJ has always said what an honour it is to perform in front of these Japanese fans, and tonight, he showed that he’s still got it. COLE This night juet keeps getting bigger guys, and there’s more to come! Eight Man Tag Team Action! Team Heyross, Brock Ausstin and Reject collide with The Sooner Bruisers, Thunderkid, and the OAOAST Champion Alfdogg! That’s coming up very, very, very shortly. We'll be back! Commercial break Edited April 14, 2006 by Patty O'Green Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted April 14, 2006 (edited) COLE Welcome back. Folks we've received some very interesting footage of an event that transpired this past week. Go ahead and take a look. ----Recorded Tuesday April 11 2006 9:30 AM------ We're provided a shot of the forever en vogue restaurant known as The Ivy. Located on Robertson Boulevard in Los Angeles, California, The Ivy has gained a reputation as one of LA's leading celebrity hangouts, and has been featured in blockbuster films such as Get Shorty and The Bodyguard. Camped out in front of the chic eatery are numerous paparazzi, hoping to snap a photo of an arriving celebrity . Surrounded by a white picket fence and framed by ivy, the outside patio seems to be a popular eating spot on this beautiful Southern California day. The Ivy! A blue Ford Escort slides up to the restaurant's curbside valet, sticking out like a sore thumb in this land of Ferraris, Porsches, and other expensive autos. The door of the vehicle wildly swings open, giving no concern to the passing cars it's frenzied motion nearly hits. As horns from perturbed motorists blare across the ritzy street, the driver prepares to exit his automobile. The man slowly and cautiously sets his Rebook tennis shoes on the pavement, as if he was still trying to decide if this area was worth his presence. The camera pans out giving us a better view of this gentleman's identity. He is the OAOAST's Flex Phillips, one half of the tag team NRG. Etching a smug smile onto his sharp features, he tugs on the lapel of his black and white striped shirt and surveys the glamorous world around him with a contrasting mixture of wonderment and contempt. Exiting the passenger's side, trying to make himself as unnoticeable as possible, is OAOAST official, Charles Robinson. The curbside valet, a man in his late thirties with one of those perpetually smiling faces, approaches Flex, juggling the tasks of his valet duties and trying to put a name to this semi famous face. VALET May I park that for you? FLEX PHILLIPS There's two dollars worth of change in the cup holder. Not one ninety five, not oneseventy five, not one eighty six, but two dollars and zero cents. If I find even a quarter of a cent missing when I get back, and I will count, I will hunt your cholo ass down from here to San Jaun Capistrano. Are we good, hombre? VALET Yes sir. FLEX (dropping the keys into the man's hand) Treat it like it was your first born. If there's any scratches on it, there's gonna be a hell of a lot more scratches on you. Get me, ese? Leaving the valet to grumble about his shoddy demeanor, Phillips and the referee ascend the steps leading to the outdoor seating area of Ivy. While traveling past the upscale patrons, he gains a round of curious glances, as no one is quite sure where they know this hulking specimen from. Ponderous whispers replace the salacious gossip that's usually the order of the day at Ivy, as the diners take up the task of figuring out who this man happens to be. Flex pays their gawking little mind, preferring to keep his attention centralized on his mysterious goal. He rudely weaves his way past the throng of people waiting for a table, and heads towards the restaurant's host. The host, a man with a chiseled face and vibrant blue eyes, looks up at the individual who's created a rumbling of profanity laced grumbles from the waiting customers he's so brashly butted in front of. HOST Welcome to Ivy, sir. Do you have a reservation? FLEX No as a matter of fact I don't have one. I tried to call to make one, and I got put on hold for twenty minutes. Just terrible, terrible service. I was very offended! I almost didn't come here because I was so disgusted. But if you want to make it up to me, you can do me a favor and you can take me to that woman over there. I have serious, serious, serious, pressing, urgent, huge issues with that woman. Right over there. Alix Maria Spezia. The camera shifts away from Phillips to give us a view of the object of his desires. Alix happens to be sitting by herself in a corner table, wearing a brown t-shirt that reads Brunettes Are So Hot Right Now, and washed out destroyed low rise jeans. She doesn't appear to notice that one of her co-workers is directing a menacing finger at her. HOST Her? That woman is the CEO of Mrs. Spezia's Sweeties, Alix Maria Spezia.... FLEX I know who she is! Did I not just say her name? Now how am I gonna say the name of someone if I don't know who it is? What sense does that make? You think I'm like Drew Barrymore in 50 First Dates, I got a short term memory, you have to keep reminding me of what's going on. Like I'm a caveman, and I'm gonna forget what I said three seconds after I said it. Look here, chief, if you don't get me to that woman ASAP, I can promise you there will be some huge, catastrophic, disastrous shit, going down. I'm talking disaster on the level of the Hindenburg, or the Titanic, or From Justin to Kelly. And when this shit hits the fan, and it will if I don't get what I want, who's ass do you think it's coming out of? Not mine, not Charles Robinson's. Your's, homie. Your's. I'll find out your name, I'll find out where you live and I'll throw a stick of dynamite into your house. I'll make you into bacon, piggy. That's a matter of when. Not if. HOST Ok, sir, if you would just sit down and be silent and calm, perhaps we might arrange for the kitchen to bring you a roll or a baguette, or half of a bread stick, if you so chose, while we wait for the police to come and escort you to the nearest homeless shelter. Would that appease you? FLEX I'm not brokering a deal with you slick Hollywood faggots! I've been in this urban cesspool of air pollution, superficiality, traffic jams and rampant crime for three days, stalking Alix's every last movement, waiting for the right moment to strike so I could capture the 24/7 title. And, my friends, we are standing in the middle of the right moment! Brothers, we are in the eye of the storm! And when the clouds cease to be, and when the rain ends, and when the darkness parts, the returning sun will shine brightly on it's mocha god, Flex Phillips, the new 24/7 champion! Listen, I paid money out of my pocket to fly this referee in and put him up in a hotel while I crammed myself into my tiny little Escort, and slept with one eye open, and one hand on my glock, because I never knew when some East LA gangbanger was going to swing by and decide he felt lucky. I haven't spent three days sleeping, eating, pissing and shitting in a god damn compact car so you assholes could tell me to take a hike when I'm this close to hitting jackpot! So what I need from you is to just go on about your business, do your hosting thing, while I go over and get what I come for. As soon I get that, I'm outta your life and things are peachy keen and you can forget all about lil ol me. Now move out, pissants, unless you're looking to get cut. The host has less then a second to react before Flex's hand brushes him to the ground with a hard shove. The waiting customers react with incredulity and shock, but Flex doesn't seem to assign much value to their opinion. FLEX (to the fallen host) BAAAM! The Flex Phillips pain train has come to your town, and you just got knocked off the tracks! Choo-Choo! Leaving the host to lament his treatment, Flex and the skinny official enter the dining area. FLEX You like that Pain Train deal, Chuck? I figure it's got beaucoup merchandising potential. All the kids are gonna want Pain Train train tracks, Pain Train comic books, et cetera. The Pain Train is like a character in of itself. I think it speaks to people on a deeper level. The Pain Train brings the wanton violence and the misery, but on a metaphoric level he brings the worldly compassion and understanding. Deep stuff. While Charles sighs softly, an oblivious Phillips makes his way towards the always oblivious Alix Spezia. FLEX Alix Spezia. ALIX Hi there, funky monkey! Whatcha-whatcha-whatcha want? An autograph? Or maybe you want yer picture takin' with the hottest babe in all of entertainment? Well, Jennifer Garner isn't here. But I am! It's twenty dollars, thirty if you want me to smile, forty if you want me to touch you. Although in your case, I'll have to make it sixty. Hey, don't we know each other from somewhere? Did you teach my Tae-Bo class or something? Wow, good seeing you again! I guess the boy's parents didn't press charges, eh. Who's that guy looking all tense and afraid behind you? Charles Robinson, is that you? Oh wow! Charlie, you finally found someone! You go boy! How long have you two been together? Did you meet on e-harmony or adult friend finder? Am I invited to the commitment ceremony? Can I be a flower girl? Please, please, please with eighty billion cherries on top! FLEX You're too old to be a......I'm not his boyfriend, damn it! Listen to me... ALIX Ooooooh, Charlie's got himself a fuck buddy! You are such a hussy, Charles Robinson! How's that song go? Anyone can get it even the fans in stands! FLEX No, no, no! I paid money, top American dollar, to fly Charles out here so I could get first.... ALIX Oh my god! Charlie, this is your sugar daddy? Oh man, work it you dirrrrty bitch! FLEX Jesus creeping shit, that's enough! I'm not your Tae-Bo instructor, and I am not this skinny twink's bear either. I didn't come for your autograph, I didn't come for your picture, and I didn't come for no jokes either. So I suggest you cut the comedy, and ditch the laughter, because there won't be anything ha-ha and heh-heh when I do what I come for, and that's take your most valued possession... ALIX My vibrator? FLEX No! Well, hold on a second.....I suppose....hmmm....keep holding......no. I mean your 24/7 title. After I break your bones, and make your ass look like your jeans, shredded, Charles will be counting the pinfall that crowns me the new 24/7 champion. See, I need the belt more then you could ever know. I don't have the legion of fans who would die for me, like you do. I don't have the massive popularity that you've got. I don't get to live in a cult of celebrity. I am not special like you. But if I won title, if I could hold a championship, maybe I'd be somebody, maybe I'd have validation. Even if I only held the belt for a second, it could satisfy me for an eternity. Alix Spezia, get ready. Because the Flex Phillips pain train has come to your town, and it's time to get knocked off the tracks! Choo-Choo! Alix responds to the threat by laughing hysterically, much to Flex's chagrin. ALIX I'm so sorry. I shouldn't laugh. It's just that...that little “Choo-Choo!” was probably the dorkiest thing I've heard in my life, and I work in professional wrestling, which is ripe with dorks and losers and various other sociopathtic future date rapists. And that outfit's even funnier! It makes me feel so embarrassed for you right now. Who told you that looked good? Stevie Wonder? You look like Michael Clark Duncan and The Hamburglar had a baby. Are you serious, dude? I mean, you look just like the Hamburglar! Do you have the Fry Kids waiting for you in the car? Are you gonna meet up with Grimace later on? Better watch out, I hear Mayor McCheese is in town and he's looking for ya. I don't know why'd you want 24/7 title anyway. It's made out of metal, diamonds and leather, not a grilled beef patty, a bun and lettuce. Get lost, Hamburglar. Robble, robble, robble! What is this, Charlie? Would Birdie The Early Bird not return your phone calls? Drenched in humiliation from her stinging insults, Phillips decides now is time to drench her in blood and claim the 24/7 championship for himself. He places his hands underneath Alix's table, drawing a peculiar glance from the young lady, who still doesn't understand what's going on. Unfortunately, she's quickly exposed to the graveness of her situation when her roaring attacker overturns the table! The piece of furniture, the drinks, the flatware, the napkins, everything on it, go tumbling through the air like they were put into some sort of super sized drying machine. It's almost like a twister of restaurant accessories. They land with thuds, cracks, and clanging, bringing forth concerned gasps from the suddenly attentive patrons. While the customers try to soak up the impending severity of this tussle, Alix is already working overtime to formulate either a method of attack or a means of escape. However, Phillips has little intention of permitting her to flee, and he attempts to KO her with a mighty swing of his massive fist. Alix sidesteps the blow, leaving his punch to catch only the air that's being polluted by the shouts of fleeing Angelinos. She returns fire with a spinning back kick that smacks loudly against his beefy chest. The blow staggers him backwards and has his famished lungs gasping and wheezing for air. She promptly capitalizes on his wounded state, pouncing on him like a rabid wolf, slashing him across the face with a thunderous side kick. Flex recoils from her strike, tumbling backwards across the patio, his six feet and seven inches wildly spilling into a nearby table. He desperately clenches the table cloth in an effort to maintain some semblance of fleeting balance. Unfortunately this proves to be a terrible idea as his brute strength yanks the cloth clear off the table, bringing with it a plate of spaghetti and a bowl of tomato soup! Ally watches in delight as both food items use his mammoth frame as their personal landing pad, drenching the sprawled out grappler in red goo. Camera flashes from curious passerby, paparazzi, and motorists who have slowed their cars to a crawl, go off at a clip per minute, immortalizing his humiliating scene. “Didn't your mother teach you not play with your food?” Alix remarks, then cringes inwardly. “Okay, I admit, that one was pretty terrible. Sorry!” Flex rises, looking like he just suicide bombed a Prego factory. Straining to see through the burning sauce, he picks up the nearest weapon he can make out, which happens to be a wooden chair. Taking the offensive, he rockets the object towards the head of his pesky foe. The chair whistles through the air, having every intention of slicing it's target's neck off. But Alix snaps her body bellow the projectile, leaving the chair to slam into the brick of the building's exterior like a mac truck. It's legs explode into tiny splinters that rain delicately to the patio floor. A trembling Alix looks back at the chair's remains, knowing that if she had been seconds slower, her face could've suffered the same grizzly fate. “Could you maybe try a little harder not to nearly decapitate me? Thanks, appreciate it! I kinda like having a head. Maybe that's just me! I could be weird.” Alix says. A pair of foolish waiters converge on the muscle god in an attempt to play knight in shining armor to Alix's damsel in distress. But Flex abruptly ends their ill advised interference with two swift punches to the temple. The men crumple to the floor in a twin heap, reduced to quivering mounds of bone and flesh. Just as quickly as they go down, a third waiter foolishly blitzes the rampaging bodybuilder. Without so much as batting an eye, Flex reaches out and snares the man by his throat. He foists him into the air with one hand, holding him up and away while the waiter flails in his clutches, legs snapping against the empty air. The man claws fruitlessly at the arm that holds him aloft, but this has little impact or effect on the fearsome monster. “You put him down!” Alix demands, while tears outline the frightened waiter's face. “Sure thing.” Flex replies, a scowl turning his thick lips downwards. Fulfilling Alix's request in his own despicable way, Phillips casually chucks the waiter over the picket fence and onto the Robertson street sidewalk. The sea of gathering spectators watch in horror, as the poor man's body splatters across the formerly spotless Los Angeles asphalt. Alix's heart breaks for Flex's unfortunate victim, and her anger rises, supplanting any concerns for her own safety. The worried host runs onto the scene, screaming like a madman "Stop this at once, you brute!" Phillips sees the annoying host approaching, and decides to enlist him in his war against Alix. Within an instant he grabs the man by his flailing arms, then roughly shoves him towards his enemy. She gently catches him in her arms, and sweetly assures him everything will be okay. Sadly, this doesn't appear to be a promise she'll be able to keep, as a growling Flex takes advantage of the moment's distraction by walloping her in the side of the head with another wooden chair! The edge of the front left leg snaps off, joining it's battered victim in a tumultuous crash to the floor. Ally's landing is of the sickening variety, her head a basketball bouncing off this brick and mortar court. She whimpers in agony, her vision blurred, her steel grey eyes stung by salty sweat. “What's funny now?” Flex asks, swiping a bottle of wine off a table. “Where's your jokes now, woman? Tell me I look like the Hamburglar! Make of fun of my catchphrase. Make fun of me, bitch! I'm waiting!” He shouts as he closes in on a shivering Alix, tightly gripping his weapon. Snarling like a mad dog, he raises the bottle above his head, preparing to use it to carve up her beautiful features. His imagination works ahead of his hands, picturing the incalculable damage his weapon will cause her. But this damage fails to materialize, as Alix, with a grunt of desperation, rockets her foot into his testicles, eighty-sixing his attack! His onyx colored eyes dive into the back of his head, and he emits a torturous howl as his fingers release their grip on the bottle. To make his situation even worse, the weapon tumbles into the possession of his infuriated rival. Channeling the spirit of Al Pacino in Carlito's Way Alix stands up and screams “You think you're big time? You gonna die big time!” Unable to cope with the horrible pain her kick has cursed him with, Flex watches fearfully as she lashes bottle against his face. The now broken glass makes ribbons of his dark skin, burning his face as it slices apart his defenseless flesh. He timbers sideways, spit, blood, and pasta preceding his graceless fall. A jagged piece of green glass becomes lodged into his eye socket, generating a blood curdling scream from the pugilist. Lying flat on his face, his hearing is flooded with the impressed murmurs of the onlookers, and the sound of his barbaric foe rummaging for more weapons to annihilate him with. That rummaging noise quickly fades into an oblivion, and is replaced by the harrowing sound of a cast iron pan bludgeoning his lacerated back. Unrelenting in her assault, Alix repeatedly crashes the blunt object into his back like a rain of meteors until his battered form weakly begs for mercy. Ally relents to his request, and tosses the pan aside, only to grab another bottle of wine to replace it. “Hey Flex, do you smell something burning? Because I'm on FIAHHHHHH!” She screams, as she powerfully bashes the bottle onto his ravaged skull. Soaked with a crimson concoction of sauce and blood, Flex attempts to rise, more to escape this one sided thrashing then to mount a decent counter attack. However his exit is sealed off when Alix detonates a ferocious bomb across his back in the form of a shattered bowl of chowder. Flex cries out to the Californian heavens, begging for some manner of reprieve from this heinous tormentor. But Alix grants him no mercy, and collides a steel serving tray into the back of his skull. Sweaty ,out of breath, and suffering from a gargantuan headache, Flex rolls over into a stomach up position, just to protect his brutalized back from his sadistic enemy. Sadly, this proves to be a grievous error, and a snarling Alix is quick to show him the enormity of his folly. Bellowing a deep throated scream, she overturns a desert cart next to Flex, crushing the man under the entirety of it's weight! While tasty pastries careen across the floor, Phillips' pained howls provide a steady bass line to the high pitched chaos of the scene. With Flex lying as dead as a door nail, Alix puts her foot onto the tray, putting him into a pinning position. Robinson makes the count.... ONE TWO THREE WHOOPDITY FREAKING SHIT The gathered audience claps wildly for Al's victory, as the restaurant's staff immediately spills out into the patio to clean up the mess the brawlers created. Robinson raises a panting Alix's hand in triumphant victory, and makes the official announcement, while more camera flashes buzz about the area. ROBINSON The winner and still 24/7 champion....ALIX MARIA SPEZIA! The wowed specators respond with another set of applause for their fellow Californian. Drained emotionally, physically, and spiritually, she slumps her wearied body into one of the chairs Flex didn't destroy. A troubled sigh leaves her bubblegum pink lips, as she tries to picture how she's supposed to survive the curse of this blasted 24/7 title. FADE OUT CABOOSE Hhhahahaha. Alix inadvertently makes Leon look like a scrub for the second week in a row. She can slaughter the second largest man in the company in about three minutes, but he can't even push her sub one fifty pound body off his in time to retain his belt. Maybe she'll give him a set of COD shotglasses, or a box Mrs.Spezia Sweetie's cookies so he doesn't feel like such a huge loser. COLE That's your take on things, Caboose. Not mine. The majority of us think Leon is an excellent competitor and a kind human being. Anyway. let's move on to our more orthodox and normal matches.... Punishment by BIOHAZARD hits and Rick Heyross leads out his contingent of Brock Ausstin and Team Heyross. COLE And we're set for eight-man tag team action here on HeldDOWN! BUFFER The following is an eight-man tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Coming down the aisle, with their manager, Rick Heyross...first, CHARLIE MOSS and QUENTIN BENJAMIN, TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAMMMMMM HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYRRRRRRRRRRRRRROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! And from Victoria, Minnesota, he is the reigning OAOAST Heartland champion...BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROCK AUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! COLE And Brock letting his feelings be known earlier tonight, as he feels he should be in the main event of Living Angleously, challenging Alfdogg! COACH Well, he does have a point, Cole! It was Alf that Brock beat for the Heartland title back at Zero Hour! Renegade hits and Reject makes his way down the aisle. BUFFER And their partner, from New York City...RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREJECT!!!!! Reject climbs into the ring and receives fives from his partners, as Frankenstein hits and the Sooner Bruisers head to the ring. BUFFER And their opponents...first, from Oklahoma, FRANK and FRANKIE FRANKENSTEINER, the SSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUISSSSSSSSERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSS SSSSSSSSSS!!!!! COACH And we'll see some great amateur wrestling in this match, when members of the Bruisers and Team Heyross get in there together! God of Thunder hits and Thunderkid comes to the ring. BUFFER From Green Bay, Wisconsin...THUNDERKID!!!!! The camera pans to Reject in the ring. COLE Thunderkid hoping to avenge a loss to Reject at AngleMania, Reject pulling out all the stops to win that match! Magnum Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat/Howling at the Moon hits and Alfdogg comes to the ring to an enormous pop. BUFFER And from Anderson, Indiana...he is the reigning TWO-TIME OAOAST Heavyweight champion of the WORLD...ALFDOGG!!!!! Both teams huddle up in their respective corners, then everyone steps out, leaving Thunderkid and Reject. *DING DING DING* COLE Well, obviously Reject very confident after his shaky win at AM, actually willing to start this match off with his former partner. CABOOSE I think too confident for his own good, perhaps, Cole. TK and Reject circle the ring, then tie up. Reject throws TK off with an armdrag, then celebrates his feat. TK quickly charges, and Reject turns around just in time to duck a clothesline. TK goes off the ropes, and ducks a spinkick from Reject, grabbing him around the waist in an attempted reverse sunset flip. Reject holds on to the ropes, and catches TK charging again with a stun gun! Reject then runs to the other side and follows with a spinning wheel kick! CABOOSE Well, maybe I spoke too soon, Cole, Reject's looking pretty good in there right now! Reject drops down and grabs a front facelock, but TK fights his way up and tosses Reject off into a neutral corner! COLE And TK with that tremendous strength, powering right out of that front facelock! TK follows Reject into the corner, and climbs to the second rope, holding out his right hand to the crowd, which cheers and counts along: ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! FOUR!!! FIVE!!! SIX!!! SEVEN!!! EIGHT!!! NINE!!! TK stops before the tenth blow, and instead leans over and bites Reject on the forehead! COACH Hey, wait a minute! Come on ref! COLE TK giving Reject a little taste of his own medicine right now! TK whips Reject hard into the opposite corner, and catches him with a bicycle kick! He follows it up with a fallaway slam! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! TK gets in the mount position and begins to slap Reject! He then stands up and rakes Reject's face with his boot! COACH I can't believe this, Cole! TK picks up Reject and whips him into another corner, but this time Reject gets the feet up on a charge! Reject quickly makes a tag to Quentin Benjamin, and TK rolls over and tags Frank Frankensteiner. COLE Two new men in the ring, and we touched earlier on the amateur wrestling of these two teams! The two men circle the ring, and Benjamin quickly takes a rear waistlock. He rides Frank for a few seconds, before Frank reverses and takes Quentin up into the air and brings him down, riding him on the mat. Benjamin manages to squirm to the ropes, forcing a break. CABOOSE Well, the Bruisers showing surperiority early on, Quentin unable to escape that nice hold by Frank Frankensteiner! Tieup, and Frank backs Benjamin into the ropes. The referee steps in between to break, and Quentin reaches over and thumbs Frank in the eye. Benjamin follows up with a dropkick! COACH But now the tide turning in Team Heyross's favor! Benjamin celebrates for a second, drawing boos, but is quick to get back on it, dropping a leg, and making a cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Benjamin picks up Frank, and delivers a gutwrench suplex, then delivers a jumping fistdrop! He then goes to the top rope, and comes off with a SOMERSAULT SENTON...but Frank rolls out of the way, and Quentin lands hard on his back! Frank gets to his feet, delivers a foot to the gut, and hooks Benjamin's arms, looking out to the crowd, which roars in approval. Frank drives Quentin with a TIGER BOMB~! COLE WOW, devastating move right there by Frank, Benjamin in a lot of pain on the mat! Quentin bridges off the mat in agony, but Frank's not done. He picks up Quentin, and sets up a belly-to-belly, but Moss jumps in and delivers a knee to the back. Frank is able to get to his corner, however, and tag his brother, Frankie, cueing the loud barking of the crowd for the Psycho Gremlin. Quentin catches him coming in, and whips him to the ropes. Frankie ducks a jumping spin kick, and DRILLS Quentin with a SOONERLINE~! Cover... 1... 2... Quentin gets a foot on the bottom rope, which is also in his corner, and he reaches up and tags his own partner, Charlie Moss. Moss and Frankie tie up, and Frankie back Moss into the ropes. Moss is able to turn the tieup around, long enough for Brock Ausstin to get in a cheap shot from behind. Moss whips Frankie into the ropes, drops down, then attempts a leapfrog, but Frankie catches him at the peak of his jump and brings him down with a powerslam! CABOOSE Great power from Frankie right there! The crowd goes NUTS as Frankie makes the tag to Alf! COLE And here comes the World champion! Alf hammers on the back of Moss, then backs him into a corner. Moss reverses an Irish whip, then charges, but Alf jumps up, then flips back down with a sunset flip! 1... 2... Kickout! Moss charges with a clothesline, but Alf ducks, and delivers a savate kick, followed by a T-BONE SUPLEX~! Alf goes back after Moss, who backs into his corner, and tags in Reject. COLE And Reject back in once again, we have yet to see Brock Ausstin legally in this match! Reject challenges Alf to a test of strength, and Alf slowly obliges. COLE And Reject and Alf have locked knuckles! CABOOSE Both guys about the same size, but Reject a little bit taller, so that may give him the advantage right here! Reject starts to go down, but kicks the hand of Alf, then runs over and bounces off the top rope. Alf quickly delivers a foot to the gut, however, and takes him down with a drop toe hold! Alf hops forward and grabs Reject in a headlock, then brings him over to his corner and tags TK back in. Alf holds an arm of Reject up, and TK delivers a foot. TK starts to hammer on Reject, but Reject grabs him by the front of the tights and pulls him into the corner, then rolls over and tags Charlie Moss. Moss kicks away at TK in the corner, then brings him out and whips him into the ropes. Moss puts his head down, and TK delivers a foot, then floors him with a European uppercut! TK then picks up Moss in a PRESS SLAM~! COLE Moss high up in the air! TK brings Moss to the mat hard! TK goes to the ropes, but Reject delivers a knee to the back, and Moss comes up and delivers the STO BACKBREAKER! COACH And Team Heyross could be setting up TK here! Quentin tags in, and goes to the top rope as Moss picks up TK on his shoulders. Quentin leaps off the top, and drives TK into the mat with a ROCKER DROPPER~!!! Cover... 1... 2... Frankie comes in and makes the save! As the referee puts him out, Team Heyross delivers the DOUBLE GOOZLE~! Benjamin covers, but there's no ref. COACH Turn around, you idiot! The referee finally comes around... 1... 2... NO! TK gets a shoulder up! Benjamin reaches up and tags Brock Ausstin. COLE And the first appearance of Brock Ausstin in this matchup! CABOOSE And after all the punishment TK just took, he now has to contend with a fresh Heartland champion! Brock stands at the head of TK, who tries to pull himself up as Brock looks on with a smirk on his face. COACH And look at TK beg for mercy! CABOOSE Oh, he is not! Brock picks up TK and shoves him into a corner, then hammers away at him. Brock then brings TK out and delivers an overhead belly-to-belly! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Brock picks TK up and whips him HARD into a corner, then catches him with a bearhug! COLE Submission hold applied! COACH And you two have talked about the power TK was showing, look at how he's being handled right now by Brock! COLE Yes indeed, Brock Ausstin defeating Alfdogg for the Heartland title at Zero Hour in February, and now would love to take the World title away from him, as well! TK fades quickly, and the referee lifts his arm. ONE!!! TWO!!! TK holds through on the third lift! Right hand! A second! A third! TK reaches back, and sticks two fingers right in Brock's eyes, causing him to release! TK whips Brock to the ropes, but Brock runs right through him with a DEVASTATING clothesline! CABOOSE Mistake there by TK, he should have gone over and made a tag! Brock picks him up and whips him into a corner, then charges, but TK gets the feet up! Brock staggers backwards, and TK comes forward with a clothesline! TK struggles over to his corner, as Reject jumps into the ring, distracting the referee. TK makes a tag to Frankie! COLE Tag is made! COACH But the referee didn't see it! And indeed, the ref turns around and forces the Psycho Gremlin back to the outside. Reject delivers a fisherman's buster, then confers with Brock Ausstin...who goes to the top rope??? COLE Look at this! Brock Ausstin all the way up to the top rope... Alf runs over and pulls a leg out from under him, and Brock is crotched in the corner! COACH Come on referee, get with it! That should be a DQ! TK makes his way over to Brock, climbs the ropes, and takes him down with a HURRICANRANA~! TK then rolls over and tags Frankie in for real! COLE And NOW, the Psycho Gremlin back in there! Listen to the crowd! The crowd barks its approval, as Frankie measures Brock, and floors him with a SOONERLINE~! Both members of Team Heyross pounce Frankie, and whip him into the ropes. Frankie ducks a double clothesline, and delivers a DOUBLE SOONERLINE~!, provoking an explosion from the audience! CABOOSE And Tokyo is loving it right now! Brock recovers, and floors Frankie with a clothesline of his own, then backs him into the ropes. Frankie tags Alf, unbeknownst to Brock, and Alf goes to the top, as Frankie ducks a clothesline and goes for a sunset flip! Brock hangs on, and Alf drills him with a missile dropkick! COLE And Alf and Brock with their first contact! Brock rolls to the outside, and Alf follows him with a TOPE CON HILO~! COLE Alf FLIES through the air! Alf hammers Brock on the floor, but Brock reverses a whip and sends Alf into the steel steps! COACH Wow, how quickly the tide can turn, especially on the outside! Brock rolls Alf back in, and sets up a powerbomb! Alf slips to his feet, however, and grabs Brock's legs, setting up the SHARPSHOOTER~!!! COLE Alf with the Sharpshooter! This could be it! However, Quentin Benjamin comes flying in with a BULLDOG off the top! Soon, all eight men are brawling it out in the ring! CABOOSE And it's MAYHEM now! Alf rolls to the outside, and Brock follows him, via a double clothesline from the Sooners! The camera pans over to see Reject flooring TK with a chair outside the ring, then catches Frankie picking up Moss on his shoulders, carrying him over to Frank, who delivers a DDT~!!! off the top! Reject slides in and delivers the EULOGY~!!!!!11111 to Frankie! COACH EULOGY~! COLE But those aren't the legal men, the referee has totally lost track of this! CABOOSE I have too, who are the legal men? COLE It's Alf and Brock, who are battling it out on the floor! Quentin Benjamin holds Frank for Reject...but Frank moves, and Reject levels Benjamin with a spinkick! COLE Reject hits his partner! Alf scales the top as Frank takes Reject and himself to the floor with a SOONERLINE~!, and drills Benjamin with the FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 COLE FIVE-STAR~! It's all over! Cover... ONE!!! TWO!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* COLE And Alf picks up another win! BUFFER Here are your winners...the team of THE SOONER BRUISERS, THUNDERKID, and ALFDOGG!!!!! Alf's celebration is cut short when Brock Ausstin blindsides him with a beltshot! Brock then scoops up Alf, and delivers the F-STUNNER-5~!!!!!11111 COACH YEAH! Alf sure looks like a champ now, doesn't he? Brock grabs both the HL belt and Alf's World title, and stands over him, holding both in the air as Punishment plays. However, the camera pans to the aisle... COACH Oh, look at this! Peter Knight is shown standing mid-aisle, and locks eyes with Brock, who turns around while still standing over Alf and raises both belts in the air for everyone to see. COLE Brock has impressed everyone in this building tonight! But the question remains, was it enough to impress Axel? Will Brock get his crack at Alf at Living Angleously? CABOOSE That was a pretty damn big statement to make to Axel. COACH But Knight's already signed a contract, so all Brock's doing is softening up Alfdogg for him and making his job at Living Angleously that much easier. Up Next: Zack Malibu vs. Faqu for the HI-YAH Heavyweight Title! Commercial break Edited April 14, 2006 by Patty O'Green Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted April 14, 2006 COLE Up next fans we have what promises to be a tremendous matchup, the first of our two main events tonight. Seeing as how we're in the Land of the Rising Sun tonight, both OAOAST Coporate and the HI-YAH promotion have decided to put on a contest for one of Japan's prestigious titles, held by one of our own. CABOOSE It was back in February that Zack Malibu captured the HI-YAH Heavyweight Title from Christian Wright. The Upstarts were severly damaging the relationship between the two companies, and decided to rectify that situation by pitting Wright against the main target of The Upstarts. Since capturing the belt, Zack has done a tremendous job with it, defending it on a HI-YAH tour just before Anglemania, where he retained the belt and earned an OAOAST World Title shot thanks to his win in the Two For The Money match. COACH Yo, I'm all for prestige and grandeur, but c'mon. Malibu's just happy to have a belt around his waist. Helps feed the ego a little better. COLE The last thing Zack Malibu is is a vanity champion, and I for one feel he has proven that the HI-YAH promotion, which uses many OAOAST talents on its tours, is on the same level as our home promotion. HI-YAH is getting more notoriety in North America, and Zack is one of the most visible superstars in the world not only as the face of our company, but as the HI-YAH Champion as well. COACH Whatever. It's just another company kissing his ass, is all. COLE Now in tonight's contest, the match will be contested under one fall rules. Typical rules of disqualification and countout apply, however the count will not be a standard ten count, but rather a twenty count which is used in puroresu. We also understand that this match will be broadcast on an upcoming HI-YAH television special airing in Japan, as well as on the HeldDOWN~! you're watching right now! DING! DING! DING! The sound of the bell calls attention to the squared circle, but instead of famed announcer Michael Buffer, in the ring stands HI-YAH's resident announcer, Mr. Harold Satishara! COACH Who's this eggroll? CABOOSE Eggrolls are Chinese food, Coach. The announcer, who gets a huge pop due to his recognizable profile, nods and smiles at the crowd before beginning the introductions...in Japanese! Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the HI-YAH Heavyweight Championship!translation> COACH What did he just say? CABOOSE Use your translation book for something other than to pick up chicks and find out! The sound of the Deftones' "My Own Summer" is combatted with a loud pop from the crowd, as the intimdating guitars bring forth one of the more intimidating members of the OAOAST and HI-YAH rosters. The burly Samoan Faqu, accompanied by James Blonde, heads down the aisle, thumbing his nose and looking out into the sea of fans that helped him reinvent himself overseas. Blonde, arm still in a sling due to not having it rest well after last week's attack by the GPX and O'Hara, climbs up the steps and watches from the apron as Faqu rolls into the ring and throws an arm up, delivering the sign for "I love you" to the crowd. CABOOSE A show of respect from Faqu for the fans there. COLE It was before these fans that Faqu and James Blonde were able to erase their past stigma, and grow into worthwhile, hard-hitting competitors. Now tonight, amongst the same people who saw them break through, Faqu gets a shot at one of the most coveted championships in the Far East. Faqu's theme stops, and after a moment's hesitation, the bass line that opens "Getting Away With Murder" is cued up, once again drawing a large pop from the Tokyo crowd. COLE Here comes the champion! Malibu, with the belt wrapped around his waist and semi-hidden by the lower part of his hooded vest, throws his hood back and stares into the crowd, raising both arms up in salute before continuing his trek to the ring. Malibu hops up on the apron and steps into the ring, unstrapping his belt and raising it up in the air as he walks to the corner and climbs up, standing on the middle rope with belt held high. CABOOSE What a reception for Malibu. No matter where he goes, there is no denying the popularity he has with the people. Zack hops down off the ropes, and as the lights come up, suddenly the fans surrounding the ring start throwing streamers...specifically, red, white, and blue streamers...into the ring, which brings yet another wave of cheers from the rest of the attending fans! COLE What a show of respect right there, showering these two with the colors of their home country! Blonde pounds the apron and nods in approval from the floor, as both Zack and Faqu play to the crowd, while the announcer begins to speak. Introducing first, the challenger for the HI-YAH Heavyweight Championship. Hailing from Honolulu, HI, USA, he has weighed in tonight at an even 290 lbs. he is known the world over as "The Samoan Tsunami"...FAAAAAAAQUUUUU!translation> Faqu comes out of the corner and throws an arm up, listening to the fans clap for him as he looks across the ring at his opponent. His opponent tonight is the current titleholder, and he hails from Providence, Rhode Island, USA. Weighing in tonight at 200 lbs., the man whom the Japanese press has dubbed the "Modern Day Warrior"...the defending HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion, ZAAAAAAAACK MAAAALIBUUUU!translation> COACH What did they just call him? I'm looking it up and it's telling me "Mustard Day Weedwacker". Is that some foreign thing? CABOOSE Read more, talk less. COLE I believe he said "Modern Day Warrior", Coach. Back home, we've come to known Zack as "The Franchise", due to his recognition as the OAOAST's most prominent star. However, his "fighting spirit" has given cause for the Japanese to dub him with the Warrior tagline, and I think we're all in agreement it suits him well. As the HI-YAH appointed referee clears the ring of streamers, Faqu and Zack come forward and face each other in center ring. The two men shake hands in a show of respect, and nod to each other just as the bell ring. DING! DING! DING! *THWACK!* Immediately, Faqu strikes with a chop, stunning Zack! Malibu stumbles back a step or two, and Faqu comes at him, raising his arm up and bringing it down. *THWACK!* Malibu is struck with another overhand chop to the chest, and it's enough to send him against the ropes. Faqu takes him by the arm and prepares to send him across the ring, but Malibu swings around and stops the Irish whip from happening, and then wrenches the arm of Faqu and drops an elbow on his forearm! Zack then releases the wrist of the big Samoan and fires off a knife edge chop, striking Faqu across the chest, then goes right back to the arm wrench, then pins it behind Faqu with a hammerlock. Faqu ponders his next move for a moment, but Zack simply releases his grip and swings him around, grabbing a side headlock. The more powerful Faqu easily counters, lifting Zack up off his feet, but Malibu floats over and lands on his feet, then snares Faqu in a headlock once again! COLE Nice move by Zack, countering and then going right back to the headlock! Faqu wriggles but can't get free, so once again he utilizes his strength advantage to push Zack off. Malibu bounces off the ropes and comes right back at Faqu, but it's Zack who goes down after the collision, as he simply bounces off the big guy! Faqu then drops an elbow, but Zack rolls out of the way, and gets up, dropping an elbow of his own...that misses! Both men get back to their feet, and Faqu lets loose with a hard kick to Zack's left thigh, then strikes with another chop to the chest before dropping Zack with a fireman's carry! Faqu hits the ropes, but Zack rolls onto his stomach and forces Faqu to hop over him, then springs up and catches him on the rebound with an awesome dropkick, planting both feet into his chest! Faqu staggers, so Zack charges, but Faqu drops his head and elevates Malibu up and over! Zack lands on the apron, and quickly springboards into the air...but Faqu catches him and then falls forward, sandwiching him between the canvas and his own 290 pound frame! With Zack down, Faqu runs for the ropes and bounces off, jumping into the air and bringing his large frame down across Zack Malibu with a back senton splash! Faqu rolls onto all fours and crawls over, covering Zack with a leg hook applied! ONE! T-KICKOUT! CABOOSE Faqu is showing his dominance in the early going. He nearly won the Two For The Money match, but it was that spear off the top of the ladders that sent him, along with his championship chances, crashing down. Faqu gets up and brings Zack with him, and sends him to the corner. He charges, but Zack puts a boot up...so Faqu grabs it, throws it down, and delivers a running shoulderblock to the gut! Zack doubles over, and the next thing you know he's prepped in powerbom position, and hoisted up...but he rolls over the back of the Samoan Tsunami, and brings him down with a sunset flip! ON-NO! Not even a one count, as Faqu rolls through and grabs the legs and turns over into a Boston Crab, then ties the legs up and wraps his arm around Zack's head, trapping him in an STF! COACH TAP LIKE GREGORY HINES, BABY! The crowd cheers the segueway from move to move, as Malibu stretches his arm out, struggling...and reaches the bottom rope! COACH Sonuva... Quickly, Faqu breaks the hold and rolls off of Zack, picking him up off the canvas and dropping him stomach first across his knee with a gutbuster! Zack rests on his knees, clutching at his stomach, but Faqu brings him into a standing headscissors again, and lifts, this time connecting with a hard powerbomb, and pins Zack's legs against his shoulders, holding him down in a cradle! ONE! TW-NO! Faqu lifts again, but Zack fights back, pounding at his forehead and the bridge of his nose with right hands, eventually hitting so hard that a cut starts to creep open across the bridge of the Samoan's nose! Malibu is dropped to his feet, and he hits a headbutt that rocks Faqu, then hits the ropes...but winds up running into a hard spinning wheel kick from the agile Samoan! COLE Faqu has been dominant so far, truly proving his worth in this contest! Faqu drags Malibu into position, then drops a leg across his throat before getting to his feet. He steps out to the apron and looks out to the crowd, then climbs up the turnbuckles, something that you wouldn't think was possible given his girth. CABOOSE This could be bad...very, very bad! Faqu balances himself, but as Malibu rises to his feet, he lunges forward, knocking the top rope and causing it to shake Faqu off balance! Faqu doesn't topple, as he reaches down and grabs the top rope and tries to balance himself again, but Malibu leaps up and springboards off the top, twisting his body to the side to deliver an enzugiri kick to the side of Faqu's head, which causes him to finally fall off balance and crotch himself! Malibu gets up and now runs up the ropes, jumping onto Faqu's shoulders, and snaps him off the top rope, sending him down to the canvas after a huracanrana from the top! COLE Zack Malibu has just taken Faqu down from the top rope and...well, what the hell... For some reason, BIFF ATLAS and FLEX PHILLIPS, known collectively as NRG, are racing down the aisle, and slide into the ring! Immediately, the (much smaller) referee approaches them, throwing his hand up in a signal of ejection, telling them to get lost. Flex and Biff simply look at each other, then pick the man up and press him over head, then simply drop him over the top rope and to the floor below! CABOOSE What the hell do THESE two want? They've just ruined the HI-YAH Title Match! The bell sounds, and Flex and Biff high-five each other, until James Blonde rolls into the ring and swings Biff around, nailing him with hard left jabs! Flex tries to intervene, but he's met with chops, and the one-armed man (but not the guy from The Fugitive) starts to clean house on the two interfering stars. Normally ,that'd draw quite a pop from the crowd, but all that can be heard now is booing... ...although that's because JAMIE O'HARA and the GPX are sprinting down the aisle! COLE Wait a second...wait...it's them! They're responsible for this! CABOOSE Zack told them to wait until the bell was rung to strike... COLE ...so they sent NRG out here as decoys to ruin the match FOR THEM! COACH That's BRILLIANT! O'Hara clobbers Blonde from behind, then tears the sling off his arm. Taking him by the wrist, O'Hara pulls him near the ropes, then hops OVER the top and to the floor, snapping the right arm over the top rope! Blonde falls back, holding his arm as he falls to the mat, as the GPX start putting the boots to him...but Faqu and Malibu are up, and now all hell is breaking loose! COLE HERE WE GO! Malibu and Faqu start nailing everything in sight, but the GPX duck out of the ring, leaving NRG to get the brunt of it. Johnny Jax walks over to the timekeper's table and rips the bell up from it, then rolls back into the ring, crouching down and waiting for Faqu to turn his attention away from Flex Phillips...AND HITS A RUNNING SHOT WITH THE BELL, KNOCKING THE BIG MAN OUT COLD! Meanwhile, Biff, O'Hara and Static hogpile on Zack, and drag him to the ropes, tying his arms up in it and leaving him with nowhere to go! With Zack trapped, everyone gets some shots in, and O'Hara rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair AND a microphone!? CABOOSE What are they doing...we need help out here! Static takes the mic from O'Hara, while the cocky youngster walks up to Zack and paintbrushes him across the face, then jabs him tauntingly with the edge of the chair. STATIC Malibu, we held up our end of the bargain...we didn't do anything to ruin this match. We waited for the bell...and pun intended, but the bell isn't saving ANYONE tonight. Take a good look Malibu, you're looking at history in the making. You're looking at the future, and now, old friend, it's the last thing you're ever gonna see. Take him out, J. Static throws the mic away, and NRG and the GPX back up as O'Hara cocks the chair back...and the lights go out, leaving the arena in darkness?! COLE Now what!? What's going on here tonight!? COACH I don't like the feeling I'm getting...no good ever comes of these lights out incidents! Once again, the arena is illuminated by the spotlights up above, but now instead of the GPX/O'Hara crew and their decoys, there are three other people in the ring, clad all in black. COLE Who the hell is this!? COACH It's NINJA! CABOOSE I don't know who it is, but I don't think they're ninjas. How many ninjas carry a barbed wire bat!? Indeed, one man is clutching a barbed wire bat. Another, a Singapore cane, and the third, a long length of chain, partially wrapped around one hand and dangling in front of him. COLE What is going on? NRG, the GPX and O'Hara turn around, and are startled by the appearance of the men, and especially by the weaponry! Once they turn, the trio springs into action, as Flex Phillips catches a cane shot to the head that lays him out, and Biff Atlas is drilled in the stomach with the barbed wire bat, allowing the chain weilding masked man to whip him with the metallic links in his possession! The crowd roars as GPX and O'Hara's patsies are disposed of, leaving the young hooligans to face off evenly with these three mysterious people. O'Hara, still weilding the chair, charges the man with the bat and swings for the fences, but the man swings the bat, knocking the chair out of his hands, over the ropes, and to the floor! That's enough to put the fear of God into the normally arrogant trio, as they back up out of the ring, walking past all the fallen bodies of Blonde, Faqu, the referee, and NRG, and look on in wonder as two of the men free Zack from the ropes! CABOOSE Whoever they are, they're here to help Zack Malibu! Malibu, worn from the beating, takes a breath and stares at the man holding the bat, and nods his head. The man nods back, and now they all part ways, with Malibu heading out towards the aisleway and the three masked men jumping the railing and racing through the crowd. As Malibu walks up the aisleway, the GPX and O'Hara shout out, asking "what was that"?, and all Malibu can do is smirk and shrug in response. COACH Wait...did Malibu...did Malibu set them up? COLE I...I don't know...could that be why he told the GPX and O'Hara he wanted them in the ring tonight? Was the title match just a backdrop for revenge? CABOOSE Do you think Blonde and Faqu knew about this? COLE This is turning into quite the whodunit, but the bottom line is, Zack Malibu, we think, has found some backup in his war with the GPX and Jamie O'Hara...we just don't know who! The GPX and O'Hara simply look at each other, trying to make sense of the situation as we fade to a break. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted April 14, 2006 Cole Fans, we are moments away from the 6 man tag team Steel Chair on a Pole match that has fans here in Japan going ga-ga for cha-cha. But you might notice something very interesting, I have no broadcast partners! Josh That's not true Cole! ::Josh sits down next to Michael Cole and puts a headset on:: Corporate sent me from the back to help you out. It's time to show that I'm much more than a beautiful secretly gay backstage interviewer! Cole How can you be secretly gay when you just announced...? Josh They can edit it out. Cole We're live. ::silence:: Josh Okaaayy.. Fans! Due to scheduling difficulties and an appointment with the porcelain throne, Bohemoth was unavailable for this match. Taking his place at the behest of General Manager Axel, is none other than Jonathan Coachman! Cole Either way, one of my broadcast colleagues is getting beaten up tonight. God I hope its Coach. Josh This has been a blood feud since Peter Knight sent Stephen Joseph to the hospital at AnglePalooza, after sending him to the hospital on New Year's Eve. Knight claims that Stephen Joseph's reffing cost him the World Title, and he was more than happy to accept this match tonight. Cue: AWWWW NAWWWW~! (Nappy Roots) BUffer Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of six hundred and eighty five pounds, the team of Tha Puerto Rican, Stephen Joseph, and CaaaBOOOOSE! Crowd: YEAH! WOOHOO! ::Stephen Joseph and Tha Puerto Rican step out from the walkway, walking next to each other and talking strategy, it appears. They pause at the top of the ramp and look around, and wave in Caboose to the adoration of the throngs of Japanese fans. Caboose steps out clad in his old-school black attire and proceeds to hit a Showstopper-esque pose. They three men walk down the ramp, Stephen Joseph and the Puerto Rican on the outside, Caboose in the middle, eyeing the ring that's been set up with a steel pole at each corner, and a steel chair suspended about 5 feet about the top of the turnbuckle. Cole Who would have ever thought that we would see Stephen Joseph and Caboose teaming together, after all they've been through. Josh Their respect and friendship with Tha Puerto Rican must have played a big part in this! ::Stephen Joseph and Tha Puerto Rican slide into the ring and hit the ropes, while Caboose climbs the ring stairs and hops on the turnbuckle, taking off his trenchcoat, flinging it to the adoring Japanese fans. He waves a hello and then hops into the ring, meeting SJ and PR in the middle. Cue: Metalingus Buffer And their opponents, at a combined weight of eight hundred and forty two pounds, the team of Christian Wright, Jonathan Coachman, and the former OAOAST World HeavyWeight Champion, Peeetter KNIGHT! Crowd: BOO HISS! Josh Did I hear hissing? Cole Must mean there's Snakes In the Arena! Josh What? Really? OMG! Cole It's a movie reference. If you were a competent broadcast partner, you'd be up to speed on all the hip lingo. Josh Oh. ::The music keeps playing, and the faces await the heel's entrance. But the crowd boos, and the heelish team jumps over the rail behind SJ and his crew. Being the ever intelligent wrestlers, TPR and Caboose immediately turn around, while SJ continues to watch the ramp. Knight and Christian are caught sliding into the ring, and they back up into their corner, the sneak attack foiled. After some deliberation, the factions decide on who will start. For the good guys, The Puerto Rican gets the nod. Peter Knight practices his delegational skills and lets Christian start it up. DING DING~! Tha Puerto Rican dances around the massive Christian Wright in front of him. Knight and Bo have a decided size advantage over the smaller, but quicker Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph. Puerto floats like a butterfly, juking and jiving to keep Bo off balance and unsure of where Puerto is headed. Christian screams at Puerto to "Stop acting like a sissy." That's all Puerto needed, for Bo to be distracted by speaking. Tha Puerto Rican lunges low and grabs onto Christian 's right calf/ankle, and buckles the big man to the mat with a resounding THUD! Crowd: YEAH! Tha Puerto Rican floats over Christian and puts him into a sitting headlock ala Chris Benoit. Puerto yanks at the neck, perhaps softening it up for his, and his teammates' finishing manuevers. Wright is able to, after a moment or two, get a knee up and start getting a base, forcing Puerto to take the headlock to a standing position. Christian lunges back and then forth, pushing Puerto into the ropes! Puerto bounds back with a flying clothesline, and staggers the big man. Sensing near accomplishment (and the crowd's approval) Tha Puerto Rican rebounds off the far ropes and attempts a running clothesline. He's caught by Christian ! Picked up in the air and nowhere to go but down, Tha Puerto Rican hits the mat with a SPLAT~! hear round the world. Cole WHATTAMOVE! Josh I believe that's a spinebuster there buddy. Cole WHATTAMOVE! Nonsensical commentating aside, Christian has planted PR on his back with that huge spinebuster. Christian grabs Puerto's right arm and takes him over Peter Knight and Jonathan Coachman in the corner. Tag in to Peter Knight. Crowd: BOOOO YOUSUCK BOOOO! Peter Knight enters the ring, one foot over the top rope at a time. Christian pulls up Tha Puerto Rican, a struggling Puerto Rican, and clotheslines him down to the mat. Whilst that is happening, Peter Knight uses the ropes for momentum and slides in an elbow drop immediately after Puerto hits the mat. Cole Momentum shifting to Peter Knight and his team. Knight stoops low to hit Puerto in the face with a few rough elbows and then a free, ultra-nice facewash with the back of his boot. Knight looks up at the crowd as if to say "It's this easy?" Meanwhile, Puerto is struggling to pull himselves up with the ropes, and Knight nonchalantly throws Puerto into the turnbuckle corner, and hitting him with an elbow to the face. A second elbow follows, and Peter Knight stops a stumbling Puerto Rican with a bulldog down to the mat. Tag in to Christian. Christian scales the turnbuckle to the top, and this massive guy looks to jump and splash a prone Puerto Rican lying on his back. Bo plays the crowd a bit, setting the stage before he leaps onto... THE MAT! Puerto Rican rolls out of the way and Christian eats canvas. Smartly, Bo rolls towards his corner, but Tha Puerto Rican is closer to his. Christian and Puerto both crawl to their corners, but Christian makes the tag to Coach first. Coach springs into action and runs all the way over slap Stephen Joseph and Caboose off the ring apron! JC then pulls Puerto by the arm back to the center of the ring. With a DX chop, Coach runs to the ropes, and bounds back as Puerto gets a second wind, kipping up and then dropping Coach with a Puerto Rican Rock Bottom! Crowd: YEaH! Coach balls up in pain, and Puerto does what he can to will himself off of his chest. Slowly the Puerto Rican crawls to towards the outstretched arms of SJ and Caboose. Slowly Coach gets to his feet, and he lunges at the Puerto Rican... But Puerto makes the tag to Stephen Joseph! Crowd: YEAAAHHHH!!!! Coach stumbles back, begging SJ off, but SJ won't have none of that! Stephen Joseph grabs the back of JC's head, mandible claw-like ish, and pulls him back first into him. SJ lock his arms around Coach's waist, and pulls him backwards with a HYUGE release German Suplex. Crowd: YEAH! Christian enters the ring and runs at SJ, who turns around just in the nick of time to catch the big man with a release BELLY TO BELLY Suplex. Cole Stephen Joseph is on fire! Peter Knight sneaks up from behind and whips Stephen Joseph into the ropes, and swings at SJ when he rebounds back. SJ ducks though, and then hits a standing enziguri to the back of Knight's head, sending Peter Knight tumbling out of the ring. Knight joins both Coach and Christian on the outside, trying to recover and huddle together, when SJ tags in Caboose! Crowd: YEEEEAHHHHHHHHH!!! Stephen Joseph and Caboose look at each other, and then proceed to have a game of rock, paper, scissors. Gotta decide what to do! Puerto Rican jumps in after Caboose wins, but Puerto loses too. Caboose signals the gang to back up to the far side fo the ring...SJ shakes his head, as if he can't believe he's going to do this... As the heel gang turns around to face the ring, Caboose, SJ, and Tha Puerto Rican dive out of the ring and onto the heels on the floor with Stereo Planchas~! Caboose WOOOOOOOOO!!!! Crowd YEEEAAHHHHHHHHH Tha Puerto Rican picks up Peter Knight and throws him back into the ring. While Knight rolls around, Caboose and SJ go to town on Christian and Coach, throwing them into the ring barrier. Puerto scales the turnbuckle to bring down a Steel Chair! Cole It's about to get painful! A stumbling Knight presents Puerto an opportunity, so PR jumps from the turnbuckle with a leaping chairshot! No...Knight swats away Puerto who loses the chair! Knight grabs the chair and SMACK~! SMACK~! to the head and shoulders of Puerto, who crumbles to the mat. Knight throws the chair down by his side, and raises his arms! Crowd: BOO! YEAH! Stephen Joseph slides into the ring behind an unsuspecting Knight, and in one quick fluid motion, locks in a full-nelson, and yanks Knight back with a FINALITY! NO! Knight slips out and slides up the ring! SJ grabs the chair left in the ring and follows Knight, who's jumped the barrier and is running from the ring! SJ gives pursuit! In the ring, Christian starts to pick up Tha Puerto Rican, but Puerto takes advantage of the ref yelling at SJ and Knight to low blow Christian. Christian crumples, and Tha Puerto Rican takes off his elbowpad, throwing it into the crowd ::WACKY ARM CROSSING ENSUES~!:: PR off the ropes,and he looks to hit the Corporate Elbow! Coachman interferes by trying to spear Puerto! Puerto dodges, and grabs Coach with a Urange onto Wright! Caboose (prone on top of the turnbuckle) GIVE ME A TAG! Tha Puerto Rican hears his partner and rolls over to tag in Caboose. Caboose stands on the turnbuckle, then kisses his elbow. He flies off, flying down with a picture perfect elbow drop that old Michaels would be proud of onto Jonathan Coachman. Caboose covers! 1! 2! Puerto Rican dumps Christian by kicking him through the ropes! 3!!!! Cole Wow! Caboose wins in this Steel Chair on a Pole Matchup! Josh We need to go to the back! Stephen Joseph is looking for Peter Knight! ::WHOOOOOOSSHHHH~!:: SJ C'mon Knight ya Chicken-shit! Come out! SJ continues to walk down a hallway, kicking in doors, suprising wrestlers, but not finding Peter Knight... SJ Kniiiigghhhhttt! I thought I was a thorn in your side! SMACK! WHACK! Your Momma Smokes Crack! Stephen Joseph crumbles to the ground, having not heard a masked stranger sneaking up from behind. MUFFLED VOICE No. You're a thorn in my side. The man in all black, and a mask, throws the chair down and walks away from the scene of the attack. A pool of blood forms under Joseph and the camera gets a good shot of it as we...... Fade to black Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted April 14, 2006 Produced by: KingPK Written by: Tony149 Adam King Cucaracha KingPK Masked Man of Mystery H00F Zack Malibu Mystery Eskimo Alfdogg Stephen Joseph ©2006 OAOAST Entertainment. All Rights Reserved. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
