Hoff 0 Report post Posted April 21, 2006 (edited) HELDDOWN WORLD TOUR: CHINA! The FIREWORKS EXPLODE as we zoom in on the crowd as another edition of the top show in internet fantasy parody wrestling hits the airwaves! COLE WELCOME TO HELDDOWN!!!!!!!! The crowd in Beijing, China is raucous, into every aspect of the show. You'd think it was Anglemania all over again with the number of signs and posters in the crowd, as well as several paper-mache Chinese dragons floating around! The fans are out in full force tonight, a T-shirt on every back and a replica belt around every waist. COACH And I thought this was a communist country! CABOOSE It is. Sort of. It's in a very weird spot right now...you know what, I'm wasting my breath. You wouldn't possibly understand. COACH I might! COLE We have an AMAZING show tonight, for ALL of our fans here in China as well as the ones back home! CABOOSE England? COACH No, the good home. USA A-OKAY! Caboose NAILS Coach with the cricket bat. COACH You're not allowed to bring that anymore. Caboose slides "something" under his chair. CABOOSE Bring what? Nyar. COLE ...As I was saying, a great show. We've got THREE, count 'em, THREE tag team matches on tap tonight, including Christian Wright and Bohemoth competing for the HI-YAH Tag Team Championships! CABOOSE Who says tag team wrestling is dead! COLE And in the spirit of our international tour, we've got another great HI-YAH match, as Zack Malibu defends the HI-YAH Heavyweight Championship in a three-way dance against Jamie O'Hara and Faqu! CABOOSE That should be an exciting match. COACH You got that right. Man, two-on-one? Malibu has NO CHANCE tonight. COLE It's not two-on-one! COACH Oh, it will be. COLE Also tonight, Hoff will answer for his actions last week, and a whole lot more. But let's kick it off already with our opening contest! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Headed to the ring are two dudes with bad attitudes, the South Central Militia. The venom and hatred that accompany their arrival is returned in kind, with the addition of a pair of middle fingers! * DING DING DING * BUFFER LLLLLadies and gentlemen, the following contest on HeldDOWN~! is tag team action set for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. Currently making their way to the ring...at a total combined weight of 535 pounds, from South Central Los Angeles... Moe Wallace and Vincent Santana, the SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA! COLE It was just one week ago that the South Central Militia were involved in a match with the Lone Star Gunslingers, a match dominated by Moe and Vincent until the closing moments. It was then, after the Gunslingers had regained control of the bout and were on the verge of picking up the 1-2-3 that the S-C-M resorted to the streets, the gang warfare they're accustomed to, using those telescopic batons to viciously assault Jock Mulligan and Baron Windels. Sources close to the Lone Star Gunslingers have told me they want another shot at Moe Wallace and Vincent Santana, saying Jock and Baron would agree to any match of the South Central Militia's liking in order to get it done. COACH Jock and Baron haven't seen anything like the S-C-M in Texas, rest assured, baby boy. CABOOSE Likewise for Moe and Vincent. "OW, OW, OW, OWWWWWW!" BUFFER And their opponents...weighing a total of 525 pounds, from Oklahoma, Oklahoma... the SOOOOOOONER BRUUUUISERRRRSSSSSS! No matter the country Edgar Winter's "Frankenstein" never fails to garner HOWLS for the appearance of the Sooner Bruisers. As usual, a howling "Pyscho Gremlin" is first to run out onto the stage followed closely by his big brother the "Man of Tomorrow" Frank Frankensteiner. While baby brother pysches himself up by running around in circles and slapping himself upside the head, the Man of Tomorrow poses for the camera, flexing the 25" anacondas before kissing the peak of his "byte-cips." COLE And here they come. The #1 contenders to the World tag team championship, the Sooner Bruisers! They will get their shot April 30th at Living Angleously against the Heavenly Rockers. COACH If their match is anything like the one they had in the Anderson Cup Finals, it's gonna be EPIC. The Sooner Bruisers would love to be the team that dethrones the Heavenly Rockers. And you know the Heavenly Rockers don't want to lose to the Sooner Bruisers, not just because they'd lose the belts but because they can't stand the Pyscho Gremlin and the Man of Tomorrow. You can feel the hatred whenever you ask one of those teams about the other. They hate each other. CABOOSE It all goes back to comments the Sooner Bruisers made about the Heavenly Rockers about a year ago, saying they were a joke to professional wrestling because of their rock 'n' roll past. The Heavenly Rockers responded harshly in a Rolling Stones interview not that long after. The Sooners live and breathe wrestling. In addition to being great pro wrestlers, the Sooners are accomplished amateur wrestlers as well, having won many state and local championships prior to going pro. COLE No pre-match shenanigans here. Both teams ready to go. These 4 have history that dates back to last year, when the Sooner Bruisers took up the fight against Jim Cornette Enterprises -- the New New Midnight Express and the South Central Militia -- after their horrible acts of violence against the Heavenly Rockers and Holly-Wood. But what a difference a new year makes. J.C.E. has since gone under and the New New Midnight Express are no more. The last link between Moe and Vincent and J.C.E. shattered when they "took care" of Jim Cornette two weeks ago. * DING DING DING * You can feel the intensity as the Man of Tomorrow and Vincent Santana get in each other's faces, a lot of head bobbling and trash talking before the two start exchanging giant haymakers. On the verge of falling through the ropes, reeling from Frank's blows, Santana RAKES the eyes and sends the leader of the "Freakizoids" into the top turnbuckle. There he uses Frank's midsection as a makeshift punching bag, working on his right and left combinations. Vincent presses up against Frank as he grabs his left wrist and flings him across the ring, charging in...and eating nothing but turnbuckle as Frank side-steps and hits the far side. SOONERLI... NO! Santana sees it coming and goes running under, each man's momentum springing them off the ropes and on a collision course. * BOOM * No give on the shoulderblocks. Each man standing their ground. The 270 pound Santana challenging the 275 pound Man of Tomorrow to try and knock him off his feet. Frank hits the ropes, he and Vincent lowering their shoulders at the point of impact. Again, no movement. Now it's Frank who challenges Vincent to knock him off his feet. Vincent takes him up, hitting the near side. And the ropes are the only thing he hits because he gets caught on the rebound with a...TILT-A-WHIRL SUPLEX! COACH There's something you rarely see. A Sooner outsmarting somebody. COLE Vincent may have street smarts, but the Man of Tomorrow has ring smarts. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Vincent Santana bails out to the floor, slapping the ring apron in embarrassment as he walks over to his corner and tags Moe. The Sooners make an exchange as well, one that is greeted by HOWLS as the Pyscho Gremlin comes in for the first time tonight. "OW, OW, OW, OWWWWWWWWW!" The Pyscho Gremlin acknowledges the support of the crowd by returning the howls, before all too happily locking up with Moe. Wallace looks to take control, but Frankie goes behind and takes a bite out of crime, so to speak, BITING Moe in the rear! Having to use his hands to rub off the effects from the BUTT bite Moe is caught in a defenseless position, leaving him prone to a stiff Soonerline! Looking to aid his partner it's Vincent who ends up needing the aid as he's scooped up on the way in and slammed to the mat. Frankie brings Vinny and Moe to their feet and then together for a DOUBLE NOGGIN'-KNOCKER! Vincent falls to the side and eventually out of the ring while Moe staggers towards the ropes, which he uses for support to stand. The Pyscho Gremlin charges off the far side with intent to send Wallace to the arena floor, but it's Frankie who finds himself tossed over the top and to the floor after his Soonerline attempt is countered with a backdrop. As a shaken Moe Wallace falls to a knee mid-ring, Frankie quickly gets back up and ascends to the top. COACH Behind you, Moe! * SOONERLINE * ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Frankie tags big brother in, who tells him to put Moe up on his shoulders as he climbs to the top. Frankie sticks his head between the legs of Moe when Santana, unbeknownst to Frank or the referee trying to get Frank off the top, kicks him downstairs. Moe and Vinny then take a doubled over Pyscho Gremlin and hurl him through the middle and top turnbuckles, ramming his shoulder into the ringpost! Frankie falls out to the apron clutching his shoulder as Frank is powerbombed from the top all the way down to the mat! COLE Oh, my! A double powerbomb by the South Central Militia. That may very well have done it. ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! The Man of Tomorrow just -- and I mean just -- gets the shoulder up as Nick Patrick's hand was inches away from coming down a third and final time. Quick tag made by the SCM. While an exchange has been made Vincent and Moe apparently don't understand the concept of one man being out on the apron, because they put the boots to Frank, causing Nick Patrick to threaten disqualification if the illegal man isn't out of the ring by the count of 5. 1... 2... 3... 4... Moe milks the count to the very end before exiting. A scoope and a slam later, Moe delivers a sucession of elbows before finishing up his sequence with a leg drop. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Vincent and Moe continue to make excellent use of quick tags, hammering the Man of Tomorrow with their patented diving shoulderblock as he returns off the ropes. Moe knocks Frankie off the apron with a roundhouse right for good measure. Yet another quick tag by the SCM, right after Moe drives Frank's face into the boot of Vincent's. "BOOOOOOOOOOOO!" CABOOSE Big Frank looks to be in serious trouble now. The South Central Militia calling for a Jailbreak, the devastating spear/flying forearm combination that has put many men out to pasture. Irish whip. Frank hits the ropes and falls flat on his face as Frankie pulls him down and out of the ring, while Moe's momentum sends him rumbling through the ropes as there's no one to spear! Vincent has better luck, stopping in his tracks after seeing Frank go down. He focuses his efforts on containing the snarling Pyscho Gremlin. Vincent hammers Frankie as he steps through the ropes with a clubbing forearm shot that is absord and returned with a SOONERLINE~! "OW, OW, OWWWWWWWW!" Santana's caught rising back to his feet with a kick to the midsection, the a couple of right hands before being sent off to the ropes and planted square in the center of the ring with a big powerslam! Frankie gets the crowd to stand on their feet as he scales the turnbuckles, presumably for his top rope bulldog. His left foot perched on the second top, his right on the top, the Pyscho Gremlin waits for Santana to return to his feet. Meanwhile, outside, the cameras pick up Moe digging into his pocket and producing the TELESCOPIC BATON that we've come to know in recent weeks. COLE Oh, no. Not again! * BOINK * COACH Not since the Berlin Wall have we seen something fall so fast. Curled up in a fetal position, clutching his head, Frankie is covered by Vincent. The crowd ROARS due to the arrival of the LONE STAR GUNSLINGERS! ONE... TWO... THREE... NO! COLE Justice has been served! Jock and Baron each grabbed a leg a pulled Vincent off Frankie. The guys jump on the ring apron to explain their actions to Nick Patrick, correctly pointing out that Frankie wasn't the legal man. As you'd expect, the SCM are furious. The 4 men get into a heated arguement with Nick Patrick trying to defuse the situation. Things become so heated Moe breaks out the baton to put a scare into Jock and Baron, which fails. It doesn't fail to garner the referee's attention, however. COLE Oh, he got caught. Moe got caught brandishing the baton. CABOOSE What an utterly foolish move on the part of Wallace. He and Vincent may very well have picked up a victory by disqualification if not for that. COACH Now wait a minute, fellas. How do we know that's even Moe's? Some fan could have thrown that in. The Chinese are very crafty people, you know? When Moe realizes what's he done he immediately disposes of the weapon, throwing it out to the arena floor. Patrick scolds the SCM for even having the object, and is ready to signal for a disqualification when the SCM get violent. Prepared to strike the referee Moe and Vincent are yanked down to the mat, but only Moe is pulled outside as Santana manages to escape. Vincent gets up and lunges towards Nick Patrick, who ducks under the clothesline, sending Vincent right into a... ....FRANKENSTEINER! COLE The Man of Tomorrow with the Frankensteiner! What a move! ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING * BUFFER Your winners of the match: the SOONER BRUUUUUUUUUUISERRRRSSSSSSS! Officials rush the ringside area to breakup the Gunslingers and Moe, who slips away from the pack and grabs the BATON he threw down earlier. As the referee holds Frank's arm in the air, the Man of Tomorrow is drilled in the lower back with the baton. Still woozy from the blow to the head, Frankie isn't much help to his brother as he's jabbed in the gut and then across the back! COLE Damn him! For the second week in a row, the South Central Militia have resorted to gang violence. The Lone Star Gunslingers are trying to break away from the sea of officials, who are completely oblivious to what's going on behind them. Let them go, damnit! We need law and order in the ring! "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" CABOOSE Look who's coming to the Sooners aid. THE HEAVENLY ROCKERS sprint past the officials and into the ring with only their tag team title belts as weapons. Swinging the belts wildly the Heavenly Rockers manage to chase the SCM off into the direction of the Lone Star Gunslingers, sparking a pier-six brawl in the aisleway! Officials scramble to separate the warring fractions, putting themselves in the line of fire as many are thrown to the ground and into the guardrails. COACH It is wild. Wild, I tell you! Inside the ring, the Heavenly Rockers help the Sooner Bruisers up to their feet. Frank and Frankie shove Synth and Logan away when they learn who's assisting them. COLE Hey, come on, guys. Let's not let pride get in the way here. They helped you out. The Sooners pick up the tag titles and wrap them around their waist before exiting, sending a clear message to the Heavenly Rockers that they plan on taking those home after Living Angleously. COACH That tells you all you need to know right there. APRIL 30TH LIVE! ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW Punishment by BIOHAZARD hits and Rick Heyross leads the team of Charlie Moss and Quentin Benjamin to the ring. COLE Team Heyross set for action here on HeldDOWN~! BUFFER The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Making their way to the ring, led by their manager, RICK HEYROSS, at a total combined weight of 490 pounds...introducing CHARLIE MOSS and QUENTIN BENJAMIN, collectively known as TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYRRRRRRRRRRRROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SSSSSS!!!!! Moss and Benjamin climb into the ring and begin to stretch. BUFFER Their opponents, already in the ring, at a combined weight of 478 pounds...the team of JEREMY STONE and RON EVANS! COLE Tag team action about to start! *DING DING DING* Charlie Moss ties up with Stone, and gives him an armdrag. He follows up with a dropkick, knocking Stone to the mat! Moss rolls Stone to his back, and drives an elbow right into the sternum, then brings him over to his corner and tags in Benjamin. Moss wrings the arm, and Benjamin comes off the top with a double axhandle to the shoulder. COLE And Team Heyross showing nice teamwork against these two youngsters... COACH That's what it's all about, Cole! Let me remind everyone, that Team Heyross, in 2-on-2 action, has only suffered one defeat! COLE That's right, and that was at the hands of the Sooner Bruisers in the Anderson Cup tournament! COACH That was such a fluke, too. Benjamin delivers a snap suplex to Stone, but Stone manages to get to his corner and tag Evans. COLE Wow, nice ring prescence shown there by Jeremy Stone, making the tag! Benjamin and Evans circle the ring, and Evans goes to a rear waistlock, quickly reversed by Benjamin, who then releases and quickly trips Evans from behind before dropping down and going to a side headlock. Evans grabs a headscissors, but Benjamin KIPS UP to escape, then catches Evans coming up with a SUPERKICK! COACH YEAH! Great athleticism by Quentin Benjamin! Benjamin waits on Evans to get up, then executes a STANDING HURRICANRANA before tagging Moss! COACH And look at that vertical leap! Moss goes to the ropes, then Team Heyross completes the DOUBLE GOOZLE~!!! COACH They're setting 'em up, Cole! Moss covers... 1... 2... Stone saves! Benjamin jumps in and does a jumping spin kick, not aimed at anyone, just to showboat. It grabs Stone's attention, however, and Moss hits him with an STO BACKBREAKER~!!! Benjamin pushes him out of the ring, as Moss whips Evans into a corner, and as Evans back up, Moss bends down and lifts him in the air, as Benjamin scales the ropes...and hits a ROCKER DROPPER~!!! COACH Put it in the bag, baby! 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* COLE Put it in the bag, indeed! BUFFER Here are your winners...TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYRRRRRRRRRRRROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SSSSSS!!!!! COLE Team Heyross with a very impressive win, as they try to climb their way back up the tag team ladder here in the OAOAST! Moving on. Folks, OAOAST Real is an upcoming DVD from OAOAST Home Entertainmen, that offers you a glimpse into the personal life of your favorite super stars. A few days ago our crew was on location to film a day in the life of Alix Spezia, CEO of Mrs.Spezia Sweeties and 24/7 champion. However they got a lot more then they bargained for. Take a look. RECORDED APRIL 18TH 2006. 11:24 AM. We're shown a shot of the inside of the Guess? store on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills, California. If I have to explain to you what Guess or Rodeo Drive is, then there just ain't no helping you. Standing in front of a rack of chic women's tops is none other then the 24/7 champion, Alix Maria Spezia. Wearing a red A&F polo shirt and a destroyed denim skirt, the young lady has a wealth of shopping bags at her feet. CAMERA MAN So, here we are, OAOAST Real, with the OAOAST's smallest wrestler, Alix Spezia, standing five feet and seven inches. ALIX Five foot, seven and a half, please! That half inch is hella important to us little people. (Picks up a shirt). Oh, this sooooo Alix, dontcha think? CAMERA MAN Totally. Now, you're shopping by yourself.... ALIX Yeah! Well, I guess I could've drug my older brother Josh along to hang out. But what do we have to talk about anymore? I'm living the life oversexed, glue sniffing, aneroxic, pro wrestler and his suburban Orange County world of wife, baby, and pot smoking Clippers watching tames in comparison. I mean I still write him letters, and I sign everyone “your's in illegal narcotics and general degeneracy”, but aside from the same parentage what do we really have common? And knowing the way Mom gets around, I doubt we even have parentage in common. Anyway, as a woman you don't want a man along on any sort of shopping adventure. Better to be alone then with a man. According to Krista that goes for a lot of things, but I'll keep this PG rated. No matter how meterosexual a man claims to be or how “in touch” he likes to pretend he is, they're will always be something very Neanderthal-esqe about the way he approaches shopping. I'm serious. There's this primitive tribal mentality that tells him he has to conserve resources. Resources in this case would be cash. There is no such thing as a shopping spree when you're with a man, because when you hit quadruple digits in money spent, a man is gonna hit a triple bypass. CAMERA MAN So, you didn't want to invite Leon along? ALIX That is a disaster waiting to happen. That would, like, kickstart the downfall of our relationship. I can just hear him now. Why do you need so many shoes? You only have two feet! You never wear half the stuff you buy! Why do you have to buy all these pants? I only got two pairs of pants, and one of 'em is made out of fish hooks and cardboard. Why do you need to spend this all money? This is ri-god damn-diculous! I'm sick of it, I'm sick of watching you blow all this cash on stuff you'll never wear! Now, this is a guy, who when we're on the road, sits up in four hundred dollar a night hotel suites, jacking up an out of control room service tab, spending at least sixty an hour, ordering these Neutrogena facial cleansing bars, then stomps out the next day, walking through the lobby, with his suitcase full of these stupid little soaps, and has a smirk on his face because he doesn't have to pay a dime for any of it, because the company cleans up his thousand dollar shit storm of personal hygiene. Imagine being some pencil pushing mid westernen geek accountant, sitting behind your modular maple desk, thinking how great it is to work in the OAOAST, when your secretary comes along and passes you a bill from a hotel for ten thousand dollars worth of soap. Not enough cocaine in the world to numb that problem, poindexter. Anyway, Leon and I don't have to do everything together, babe. Ya know, everywhere I go people are like where's Krista, where's Leon, why aren't you with Jade? Jade and I don't even live in the same time zone, dude. I'm not joined at the hip with these people. We are not Siamese if you please. I don't need to be babysitted everywhere I go. I'm twenty eight years old, I'm perfectly capable of handling myself I'm...JESUS FRIGGIN CHRIST! The camera shifts it's view away from Alix to the clothing rack, where Al has pared away a couple of shirts to reveal the source of her shock. Squatted underneath the rack are the lovely Mackenzie DeCenzo and OAOAST referee Billy Silverman. It's fairly obvious to anyone with half a brain that Mackenzie has come to stake her claim on the 24/7 title. MACKENZIE (exiting the rack) Howdy. Wasting little time with preamble, Mackenzie grabs a fistful of Alix's coffee colored hair and propels her face first into a nearby rack of sunglasses. While the Alix and pieces of overpriced merchandise splash onto the wood floor, alarmed gasps escape the lips of the customers. However their fright isn't enough to motivate them to flee, and they stay to watch Mackie pummel Alix's midsection with vile stomps. Mackenzie picks up one of the scattered glasses, puts it on, and mocks Alix by saying “Oh my god! This is sooooo Mackie, dontcha think?” Before anyone can give her an answer, Mackenzie roughly slams the glasses onto her rival, drawing a distressed whimper from Alix. The gathered spectators offer Mackenzie a heated round of jeers, to which she replies with an animalistic growl, and a swift kick to their heroine's sternum. She grabs Miss Spezia by the straps of her top and hauls her upright, while setting her sights on a glass case filled with fine jewelry. Mackie gruffly orders the wave of spectators aside, as she moves Alix towards the case, intent on splattering the woman's face across the clear surface. But Alix blocks the attack by shattering Mackenzie's hold with a sharp elbow to the stomach. She quickly capitalizes on her newly won freedom by slashing Mackie's face with an open hand slap. The echoing sound of Alix's hand meeting DeCenzo's flesh can be heard all the way in Sacramento, and the tremendous force of the blow pushes an overwhelmed Mackie into a rack of women's belts. The diamond studded accessories jangle musically as Mackie's slender body wildly slams into them. Trapped within these tenebrous tentacles, the Beverly Hills native grunts and hollers, trying to free herself from their embrace. But where Mackie feels misery, Alix sees an opportunity to inflict dreadful harm. A devious smile passes over her lips, as she snatches a black leather strap off one of the clothing hooks. Cracking her belt, Alix serenades her foe with a little Devo, “When a problem comes along you must whip it. Before the cream sits out to long, you must whip it. When something's going wrong you must whip it.” Following Devo's sage advice, Alix extends her arm behind her, then swings it forward and snaps her wrist. The strap is undoubled and the open end lashes against Mackie's BUTT. Her body jolts against the force of the strike, as a booming shriek springs from her throat. Alix swings again and another loud thwack slams into both of Mac's cheeks. Mackenzie hastily rips her body out of the leather jungle, seeking an escape from this lunatic who's deriving a perverse pleasure from punishing her posterior. “Now whip it....into shape! Shape it up! Get straight! Go forward!” Alix gleefully sings as she tags Mackie's backside with three more slaps. A Cheshire Cat grin forms on Ally's face, as she slyly grabs onto the waist of her enemy's jeans. Panic floods Mackenzie's pretty face the instant she realizes what Alix intends on doing. But she can do nothing except scream in outrage while Alix hauls her pants down to the floor, revealing her bethonged tushy to the viewing audience! The humiliating scene provokes hoots and hollers from those observers lucky enough to witness the saucy flesh show. Mackenzie spews vulgarities at her rival, threatening her with every sort of violent act imaginable. Unfortunately the insults simply worsen Mackie's fate, as Alix decides the acid tongued lady needs to be punished for her potty mouth. With a hard shove, the smiling champion urgently forces Mackenzie onto her knees. DeCenzo immediately works herself into a lather of sweat and perspiration, straining with all her might to crawl away. But Alix drops to her knee, and wraps her left arm around Mackie's torso like a boa constrictor, preventing the bawling woman from escaping. Ally holds up her free hand and looks towards the crowd to answer the all important question of whether she should “Whip it?!” She gets a spirited roar of “Whip it good!” in response, that incites another fit of cussing from Mac. Sporting a smile as wide as the Pacific Ocean, Alix unleashes a vigorous volley of slaps onto Mackenzie's bottom, each one landing in the middle of an already sore cheek. Waves of heat slide across Mackie's body, and her breath comes in ragged and flustered gasps. “When a good time turns around....you must whip it! You will never live it down unless you whip it! No one gets their way until they whip it!” Alix sings while her hand violently drums along Mackenzie's toned BUTT, turning her tanned skin a shade of bright crimson. When she's finally satisfied with her foray into the world of femdom, she pushes Mackie onto her back for a lateral press. Silverman drops to his knees for the resulting count.... ONE TWO Mackie kicks out, meaning that this contest will not earn the distinction of being the first OAOAST match to end by spanking. Both ladies began to rise, but it's Mackenzie who draws first blood, by digging her nails into Alix's eyes. The attack grants her the upper hand and a chance to turn the tide of the match to her favor. Upon standing and pulling her pants up, she seizes hold of her foe's legs, then jerks Alix's body upwards while diving her own backwards. At the height of Alix's ascent, Mackie releases her legs, and sling shots her towards the glass cashier's desk. Alix endures a gruesome stomach first impalement on the counter. Ripples of searing pain spread through her body like a cancer as her flailing arms knock various trinkets to the floor. Growling like an untamed beast, Mackenzie goes airborne and throws herself into Alix's back with a nasty body splash. Alix's bones crunch disgustingly upon impact, and the grotesque sound is sweet music to Mackie's ears. But before she can satisfy her vicarious blood lust, she has to satisfy her lust for shopping. Thus she grabs a black bracelet out of a tiny bin and tosses it to the clerk, telling her to wrap it up along with a pair of sandals After completing her purchase of impulse items, Mackie traps Ally into a waistlock. Alix makes a monumental effort to fight her way free, but Mackie is still able to dive backwards and hurl her through the air with a majestic bridged German Suplex! The substitution of a rock hard wood floor for a forgiving wrestling ring means that the hold will have an even more sickening impact then usual. Alix learns this painful lesson first hand, as her neck violently collides with the ground, twisting in disgusting fashion. Billy Silverman scores the pinfall, with Mackie counting along with each slap of his hand. ONE TWO THREE!!!! “THE WINNER.....AND NEW 24/7 CHAMPION....MACKENZIE DECENZO!” Silverman quickly proclaims, earning groans from the onlookers. The official announcement rockets Miss DeCenzo into the stratosphere of jubilation. Beside herself with glee, she stands up and beams a blinding smile directly into the camera. “I can't believe it! I can't believe it!” Mackie shouts. “As a little girl, you dream about this day all the time, but when it finally happens, when it finally materializes, you don't know if it's real, or if you're still that little girl dreaming that fantasy.” She says, now sobbing like she just won an Oscar. “I'd like to sing for you people! Can I do that? Can I? Can I please? I will do that! I will! I've payed my duuuuuues. Time after tiiiiiiime. I've seerrrrrved my sentence, but coooomitttteed noooooo crrrrryyyyyyy-iiiiime. And baaaaaaaaad mistakes, I've made a few..” A resurgent Alix thankfully ends Mackie's horrendous singing by surprising her with a rollup! Silverman hits the ground to count the flash pin... ONE TWO THREE “The winner and new 24/7 champion....ALIX MARIA SPEZIA!” Silverman shouts, earning a round of applause from the fans. The announcement plunges Mackenzie into the depths of sorrow, and shes cries as if she'd just witnessed her first born get murdered in cold blood. Yet blinding rage soon replaces paralyzing sadness, and her brown eyes feverishly search for someone she can unleash her wrath on. Her search ends when she eyes the newly crowned champion mocking her overacted victory celebration. Her evil eyes raking across Alix's frame, Mackenzie rises with fists clenched. She drives those fist into Alix's chest and stomach, hitting with pinpoint accuracy. While Alix clumsily totters from side to side, trying to stay on her feet, Mackie takes a running charge and buries her knees deep into her midsection, doubling her over. Powered by a renewed thirst for vengeance, Mackie grabs her groaning foe by the collar, and walks her across the floor towards the entrance. Using Alix's body like some sort of battering ram, Mackenzie thrusts her into the glass the doors, knocking them open and pushing this fight into the outside world. Billy Silverman, the camera man, and all of the spectators, follow the brawlers out, not wishing to miss a moment of the action. The busy traffic of Rodeo Drive flashes by, as honks, shouts, and random songs from radios ride across the cool Californian air. Despite being in a den of luxury and glamor, Mackenzie continues to savage Alix like they were dueling to the death in a Roman Collisieum (sp!). Turning a murderous gaze onto Alix, Mac slams a punch into her face, knocking the girl backwards into a parked BMW. Alix moans softly, barely able to make herself heard over the automobile's blaring alarm. Her enemy weaves her way past gawking passerbys, moving with the intent on putting Alix's head through the passenger side window. But her path is blocked when a wheelchair bound bum rolls in front of her. Head lowered in shame, the man extends a cup of change towards her waist, meekly asking if she might make a contribution to it. Severely annoyed by his intrusion, and repulsed by his stench, Mackie growls a negative answer. However her humiliation of the bum doesn't end there. Rather it grows more despicable when she cruelly dumps the man out of his chair. The watching Angelino's react with shock and disgust and the man responds with slurred and incoherent cursing. Mackenzie, however, couldn't give a hoot about their qualms, as she enlists the services of the vacated chair in her war against Alix. A look of fright washes over Alix's anguished face, when she hears the troubling sound of the wheelchair being folded up. Her eyes widen in alarm as Mackenzie sends the chair on a one way collision course with her head! CRAAAACK! At the last possible second Alix pulled her head away from Mackie's guillotine, leaving the chair to slice into the BMW. Alix leans against the hood, breathing heavily, knowing that if she was seconds slower the massive dent wouldn't have been on the BMW but rather on her face. Her moment's relief is cut short when a relentless Mackenzie stabs the chair into her midsection, stumbling Ally backwards and sprawling her battered body across the hood. Alix's prone position provides DeCenzo with a perfect opportunity to add insult to her considerable injury. With a feral roar, she grabs onto Alix's top, and violently rips it open, exposing the woman's lace bra to the world. The flimsy material of the shirt easily tears away, leaving what was hidden underneath it out in the open for the appreciative audience to gawk at. Mackenzie steps back to join the spectators in admiring her handiwork, and gives her disrobed enemy a look of bitter satisfaction. Once she's done delighting in Alix's humiliation, she surges forward and plants an elbow into her exposed chest. Alix winces underneath the weight of the blow while shards of jagged pain stab her upper body. “Let's go for a walk, shall we?” Mackie asks, peeling Alix away from the vehicle. Grabbing a chunk of the girl's hair, Mackenzie leads her off the sidewalk and into the onslaught of Beverly Hills' traffic. Stricken with fright over the possibility that she might be mowed down by an oncoming car, Alix furiously beats elbows against Mac's ribcage in a bid for freedom. But these shots do nothing to stop Mackie from dragging Alix through the wave of screeching and honking automobiles. Cars swerve and careen like something out of a destruction derby, making every last effort to not run down the duo as they make their way across the street. DeCenzo gets her enemy to the other side of the road, leaving a glut of vehicular chaos in her wake. Hissing like an incensed lion, she directs Alix towards a parked green Sebring convertible, and attempts to bash her skull into the trunk. But Alix manages to halt attack by stamping her boot onto the hood. Undeterred by the resistance, Mackie moves to Alix's back where she rains down ferocious forearm blasts. Alix's thin body spasms explosively beneath the force of rapid fire blows. After the tenth forearm connects, Mac turns Ally to face her, and rips an elbow into the side of her head. The thudding attack topples a wailing Alix towards the asphalt. However Mackenzie keeps her upright, grabbing onto the tattered remains of her shirt, further tearing it to reveal more of her victim's toned upper body. Tugging on the ripped strands of cloth, Mackie roughly jerks Alix back to her feet and throws her chest first into a nearby palm tree. Alix sags against the plant, her once gorgeous countenance contorting in indescribable pain and suffering. Mackenzie drives a powerful boot towards the back of Alix's head, aiming to crush her face between the undersole and the trunk. But Alix, acting on instinct alone, moves her head away from the path of Mac's boot. The shoe crunches into the trunk of the plant, and Mackie roars in agony. She hobbles backwards, clutching her hurt foot, and cussing under her breath. A suddenly resurgent Alix, rises from the ashes like a brilliant Californian phoenix and blasts Mackenzie underneath the chin with an uppercut! Knocked dizzy by the shot, Mackie tumbles backwards, splashing into a pair of well dressed middle aged women. The collision knocks lose one of the shopping bags the screaming women were holding, and leaves it as a perfect weapon for Alix's uses. She scoops it up amidst the shrieking protests of the women, and slams it into Mackenzie's head. Possessed by an all consuming rage, Alix hits her again, this time smashing the heavy bag into Mac's back, hitting her so hard it feels like she's being flogged by a sack of gold bars. Her vindictive heart yearning for retribution, Alix takes tight hold of her enemy's long brown locks. She then moves her towards a parking meter, and angrily slams her face into the cold metal object! The collision generates a grotesque sound of metal meeting bone, as various spectators erupt with cheers for their hometown girl's offensive flurry. Alix replays the vile move, and a sharp scream leaves Mackenzie's crimson lips as her face thuds into the head of the meter. Delighted with the results of the previous two strikes, Alix tries repeat her sickening maneuver for a third time. However Mac is wholly opposed to another introduction to the parking meter, and frantically beats her elbows into Alix's midsection to ward off such an attack. The sixth and final elbow manages to secure her freedom, and she's quick to push her new found advantage. Taking hold of Alix's bra strap, she drags the kicking and screaming lass away from the meter and towards a parked Jaguar. Unlike the other cars that these women have vandalized, this one happens to be currently attended to by it's owner. Shockingly, that owner happens to be none other then entertainment personality Jessica Simpson! HOLY SHIT, DUDES! Emptying her own shopping bags into the trunk of her car, Jessica looks up at the tornado of havoc that's approaching her, and gives Mackenzie a look that says she better take her fracas elsewhere. Unfortunately Mac doesn't lend much credence to the pop star's thinly veiled threats, and pushes the woman away from the open trunk in order to commandeer it for her own uses. Jessica reacts with incredulity, “Excuse me?” “Back off, I'll be done in a second.” Mac responds, as she starts to shove Alix into the trunk. “Hey, here's an idea! While you wait, maybe you can think of ways to get Nick to take you back, so you can resuscitate your DOA “career”. By the way, I saw Dukes Of Hazzard, and, honey, you act as bad as you dress. Thank you, drive through.” Thinking that she's put Jessica in her place, Mackie turns away from recording artist to put Alix in her's; inside the trunk. “Hey!” A booming voice rings inside of Mackenzie's ears. Mackenzie whirls around, stunned to see that Jess hasn't retreated with her tail tucked firmly in between her legs. Jessica lunges at Mackenzie and smacks her across the jaw with a thunderous punch! The stunned diva has the breath knocked out of her, and falls face first into the trunk! Alix steps back out onto street, eager to take advantage of Mackie's wounded state. Receiving enthusiastic assistance from Jessica, she dumps Mackenzie's entire body into the trunk. Despite her blurred vision Mac is able to determine what's transpiring, and attempts to escape Alix and Jessica's treacherous trap. But her speed is insufficient and Jessica quickly slams the trunk shut, sealing the bellowing and shouting woman within the vehicle. While the ex Mrs.Lachey dusts her hands off in satisfaction and delight, Alix hops onto the trunk “pinning” Mackenzie. Billy Silverman (remember him?) counts the unorthodox pinfall.. ONE TWO THREE!!! A raucous cheer erupts from the spectators, as Silverman makes the result official. “The winner, and still 24/7 champion, Alix Spezia!” “So what was all that for?” Jessica asks, confused as to why there's a woman buried inside her trunk. “What was all what for?” Alix's words come between deep and labored pants, as she drapes her body across the trunk. “You know, the referee, the crazy woman trying to kill you? You slept with her husband, didn't you?” “No, no, no! I'm the OAOAST 24/7 champion, and that means I can be attacked anytime and anywhere for my belt, just as long as there's a ref around to count the pinfall. I'm the only person in the universe who has to defend their title twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, fifty two weeks a year. Sooooooooo, that means if you really wanted to, you could probably attack me right now, kick my ass, and beco.....”Alix pauses when she notices a distinct gleam in Jessica's eye. “Ya know what? I gotta go! Thanks for everything! Tell Ashlee I said hi!” Even before the word hi leaves her lips, Alix is darting down Rodeo Drive to escape another title defense. “Wait!” Jessica hollers, as she chases after Alix, eager to add "24/7 champion" to her litany of accolades and acomplishments. The celebrity obsessed observers follow after her, some looking to get an autograph, some looking to witness another fight, and others thinking about making their own bid for the 24/7 title. (FADE OUT) Edited April 21, 2006 by Patty O'Green Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted April 21, 2006 As we return to Sofa Central, the OAOAST's announcing threesome has been usurped! No longer do Cole, Coach and Caboose sit ringside, taking a welcomed coffee break as the plush Sofa is now inhabited by the OAOAST's latest, newest, most unofficialest reporter type person, Melody Nerdly. Sprawled across the sofa, Melody takes a few seconds to realise she's on air and an extra few seconds to care. MELODY Yeah. So, wrestling's next. Those idiots took their precious notes with them, so whatever. Let's 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! JUST ONE ON ONE THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT!" MELODY Well, this song sucks. "First To Believe" by A1 hits and Melody's probably right, but the song brings the crowd to their feet regardless. Chinese people like boybands, right? Well, anyway, they do like Jade Rodez who bounds out through the entrance doors with a merry spring in her step and a beaming smile on her face. Warmly she waves out at some of the fans, while behind her the doors part once more, this time for the arrival of her tag team charges. Clad in beige denim jacket and jeans, "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant and "Showtime" Shayne Brave jig out onto the stage, striking a pose on either side of their lovely manager. Jade then points the way for the duo, who hand-slap their way down the aisle. BUFFER The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Making their way to the ring, being 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!!" Tyler and Shayne dance up the steps and stand on the apron facing the aisle, as Jade finally reaches the ring. The undefeated duo kneel down and take an arm each of Jade, lifting her up to the apron in what sappy people would call an 'adorable' move. Tyler and Shayne enter, holding the ropes open for Jade. But that seems quite pointless as Jade, after a few last words of encouragement, leaves the ring on the other side anyway and makes her way over to Sofa Central. Melody is forced to grumpily shuffle up the Sofa to let Jade sit down, while Sean Paul's "Temperature" begins to play. JADE Hey Mel. MELODY Sup. JADE So, it's your team versus mine, huh? MELODY First of all, just because we share DNA doesn't mean Mel and Marv are 'my team'. Don't be laying that one on me sister. Secondly, do you have your brother's phone number? As Sean ('da) Paul's beats and rhythms take the crowd over, a troupe of camouflaged dancers do their think on the stage. Green pyro shoots from the area next to the ramp and once the smoke clears, The Sk8ter Boiz enter through the sliding doors. The Boiz applaud their dancers before giving each other a leaping high-five and walking to the ring. BUFFER And, their opponents. Possibly being accompanied by Melody Nerdly, possibly not...they original hail from Edmonton, Alberta Canada but now reside in Laguna Beach, California! At a combined weight of three hundred, seventy pounds. They are former OAOAST World Tag Team Champions... HELL MEL... THE MARV... THE SSK888888888TTEEEERRRR BBOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The Marv and Hell Mel roll into the ring, Marv sliding his mink fur coat off and passing it out to ringside while in the crowd, Heather Mills McCartney is dragged away kicking and screaming by security, dropping her "SKIN MARV ALIVE!" placard in the process. Mel meanwhile poses on the turnbuckles for the fans, before leaping to his brother's side. The two teams come face to face and if not for the multi-coloured blotches on The Sk8ter Boiz' white jeans, they'd look remarkably identical. MELODY Woah, is this Attack Of The Clones or something? These D*LUX guys look just like my brothers. Hey, maybe they are my brothers! I don't think my Mom's ever been to Michigan but that's not neccessarily important. As referee Billy Silverman clears the ring of the masses of entrance attire, the two teams exchange friendly handshakes which gets respectful applause from the crowd. Mel and Shayne then leave to their corners and leave The Marv and "Tremendous" Tyler in the ring. *DINGDINGDING!* MELODY So, it's Marv and Tyler to start. Or at least I think it is, I dunno, they all look the same. The two circle each other and look for an opening, which Tyler takes as he dives forward with a single leg takedown that sweeps Marv to the mat! Tyler floats right back over and looks for a front facelock. But The Marv is able to twist out of it, coming up with a hold on Tyler's arm which he uses to play AIR GUITAR~! Tyler quickly wrenches his arm back and the two back off, Tyler looking more confused than anything. MELODY Boy I don't get why you aren't more worried out here after moves like that, Jade. JADE Sarcasm overload. Tyler and Marv lock up once more, the slightly larger Tyler gaining the upperhand and backing Marv up towards the ropes. Before the hold can get there, Marv is able to slip behind Tyler with a waistlock. Tyler performs a standing switch though, into his own waistlock, which he abandons in favour of grabbing the arms and pulling back with a standing surfboard. A groan from Marv prompts Silverman to ask about a submission, but Marv shakes his head with a "No". Marv looks for an escape, searching back with his leg. Spreading his weight, Tyler is able to open his legs up and avoid any sweeps. But Marv goes another route and kicks back, catching Tyler in the midsection with a mule kick. That loosens up the surfboard and allows Marv to somersault forward, catching Tyler in the gut with both feet this time and send him staggering backwards into a neutral corner. Tyler takes the opportunity for a breather, but Marv has other ideas, jogging over to Tyler... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and landing a knifedge chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...but Tyler comes right back with one of his own! Marv goes stumbling back so Tyler advances on him, but The Sk8er Boi catches him with an armdrag. Both men scramble back up and this time, it's an armdrag from Tyler. Again both men come right back up and both go for armdrags simultaneously, both blocking each other in the process! Both men promptly back off and we have a good old fashioned stand-off. "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" JADE Nice to see some respect here, what with all the jerks around here we've had to face so far. MELODY Yeah, those big, mean, nasty, jerkface jerks are real jerks, huh Little Miss Innocence. JADE Excuse me? MELODY Huh...oh, I'm sorry, I just figured I should create some conflict out here or something. You're a good kid really, I guess. Tyler and Marv circle the ring once more and again look for an opening. Caution sets in until suddenly The Marv lunges forward with a front dropkick, putting Tyler right back against the turnbuckles. Shuffling around on the mat, Marv executes a nip-up and now climbs to the middle rope in front of Tyler, fist clenched. JADE Come on ref, he's in the ropes! But Jade's protests fall on deaf ears, probably because the referee doesn't get commentary in his ear, as Marv prepares to fire down with some right hands... ...but The Tremendous One shoves Marv off... ...only for The Marv to backflip, landing on his feet and catching Tyler with a clothesline in the corner! Mel applauds his partner's efforts as he follows up by grabbing the arm, whipping Tyler out of the corner...REVERSED, as Tyler pulls Marv into a fireman's carry takeover, straight into a side headlock. Squirming free, Marv stands and looks for his own headlock. Tyler is able to scoot away from that though, taking Marv down with a schoolboy... 1... 2... Kickout! Rolling to his feet, Marv hits the ropes and Hell Mel quickly lunges across to make a blind tag. Marv continues running as Tyler executes a high leapfrog to avoid his charge, then sets off for the ropes himself. A blind tag is made by Shayne too, Tyler and Marv criss-crossing in the centre of the ring as the two legal men enter. Cautiously Mel and Shayne advance into the middle of the ring looking to lock-up...but they then have to scurry out of the way, as Tyler and Marv criss cross past! JADE I don't think they can stop. MELODY They'd soon better or I'm going in there and tripping them both up. No teasing. Marv and Tyler continue to criss cross and therefore Mel and Shayne are forced to retreat into their corners. A bored Hell Mel lounges on the top rope while Shayne folds his arms, whistling away to himself to pass the time. Another criss cross occurs between the illegal men in the match before finally Tyler Bryant slides out to the floor. The Marv keeps on going though like a Duracell bunny, only realising Tyler has gone once Shayne Brave steps in and sends him overhead with a HIGH Backbody Drop! Marv now rolls from the ring, as Shayne wheels around in celebration and gets caught in the jaw with a Running Leg Lariat by Hell Mel, who makes the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! On goes a headlock by Mel, which Shayne escapes with three firm elbows to the ribs. Fighting free, Shayne now hits the ropes looking show off some of his athleticism as he dives towards Mel. Hell Mel ducks, but Shayne tucks and rolls, landing safely on his feet behind Mel. JADE That was cool! Noticing Shayne behind him, Mel now runs the ropes and throws a clothesline. Shayne is prepared though and manages to counter, hooking the arm and spinning back to back with Mel before taking him down into a backslide... 1... 2... Mel rolls out and as Shayne pushes up, he goes over top with a sunset flip... 1... 2... Shayne kicks up, cradling up Mel... 1... 2... Mel twists to the side, into another sunset pin... 1... 2... Shayne kicks out, rolls backwards and stacks Mel on his shoulders... 1... 2... ...Shayne floats over with a bridge... ...but Mel kicks out! MELODY I hope you're keeping up with this, because I'm sure not. Both scramble up having exchanged enough nearfalls for their liking and it's Shayne into the ropes. As "Showtime" bounces back, Mel leapfrogs over top and drops down in preparation of his return. He doesn't reckon on a Sean Waltman esque snap legdrop to the back of the head though! JADE There we go, c'mon Shayne! Mel stands up holding his face as in strides Brave, connecting with a forearm. And another. A quick spin by Shayne turns him away from the Sk8ter Boi, ready for a Roaring Elbow...DUCKED! Momentum swings Shayne a full 360 and on his way back, Mel catches the head and drops to one knee with a quick jawbreaker to stun "Showtime". Lining his opponent up, Mel then goes for an Enziguri... ...DUCKED... ...but Mel re-adjusts in mid-air and snares Shayne over with a headscissors takedown!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Stunned, Shayne comes up against the ropes and looks momentarily lost as Mel boots him in the gut, then sends him off with an irish whip. Mel tucks his head looking for a backdrop but Shayne is able to vault over, attempting a sunset flip. Despite the surprise element of the move, Hell Mel is hellishly stubborn and stands his ground. Slapping away the hands on his thighs, Mel switches to the other side of Shayne's body and floats over with a jacknife pin... 1... 2... NO! Not wasting any time, Mel comes right back up and fires off a quick kick as Shayne comes back up. Mel goes with another kick, going to the back of the leg. The shot puts Shayne on a weakened vertical base which allows Mel to then sweep out the legs from underneath "Showtime", turning away and executing a Standing Moonsaul...KNEES UP! Shayne gets the knees up! MELODY So anyway, what sort of a name is Suri? JADE I KNOW! You'd think when you become a celebrity you'd have enough money to buy a baby name book or something, pick a normal name. I mean, Suri. Apple. Moses. Peaches. Brooklyn. MELODY Brooklyn? Who's kid is that? JADE Beckham. The soccer player. MELODY Nobody cares about soccer in America, silly. We'd rather play baseball. I mean, why run around for 90 minutes when you can do a couple of sprints every game, sit on your ass the rest of the time and make enough money to fuel your drug addictions? JADE The thoughts and opinions of Ms. Melody Nerdly are not endorsed or shared by those of the OAOAST or it's affiliates. Thank you. Winded, Mel backs into a corner. Shayne is close on the attack though as he fires off some mudhole stomps into gut. With a wring of the arm, Shayne then takes Mel out with an irish whip which sends him towards the other corner. Planting his hands, Mel is able to counter however, going up and over Shayne and scrambling back into the centre of the ring. Shayne narrowly avoids crashing into the corner and turns back around...Superkick, DUCKED! Mel now comes around and Shayne goes for a whip. Putting on the brakes, Mel reverses and sends Shayne off instead. As Shayne rebounds, Mel catches him at the side and takes Shayne up, rotating him around with a tilt a whirl, looking for his patented Tilt a Whirl Rock Bottom... ...but as he comes out, Shayne snares the head and wraps on a body scissors, butterlying the arms and trapping Mel in a sudden submission hold!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" JADE Woah! I sure didn't teach him that, but it's real good. It's sorta like a butterly hold with a bodyscissors... MELODY Hey, let's give it a stupid name like the N'Sync Stretch! JADE I'm sorry? MELODY You should be. Shayne pulls back on the arms, nodding his head as he senses victory. Unfortunately though, his head nodding means The Marv is out of his periphiral vision as he rapidly climbs the ropes. Reaching the top, Marv stands and throws the crowd some "RAWK!" before diving forward, snaring Shayne by the head and taking him off of his partner with a tremendous Blockbuster!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"" JADE AAAHHHHH!! Helping each other up, Mel and Marv recollect themselves. Marv then grabs Shayne by the hair and pulls him up, referee Silverman rapidly losing control of the match as The Sk8ter Boi rocks the popstar wannabee with a couple of quick rights to stun him. Marv then sets as Mel hands his partner a foot. Providing a leg-up, Marv then pushes Mel up and over, assisting him in a MOONSAULT INVERTED DDT on "Showtime" Shayne!! Marv rushes across the ring and keeps Tyler at bay, as Mel reaches forward and grabs a leg, stacking Shayne... 1... 2... KICKOUT!! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Mel despairs as Marv comes back into the ring with Tyler, the two illegal men exchanging right hands in the corner. Marv gains an advantage on Tyler as Mel pulls Shayne back up. In opposite corners, The Boiz have the advantage on the respective members of D*LUX and both apply headlocks. With a nod of unison, The Boiz then run from their corners with opponents in two, exchanging a MID-AIR HIGH-FIVE as they hit stereo Running Bulldogs!! MELODY That was actually kinda cool, which is a little un-nerving. Popping to his feet, Marv leans back and 'Rides The Cadillac' to wild screams from the Chinese fans. MELODY There we go, all better now. Normality has been restored. The former Tag Team Champions now focus on the legal Shayne Brave and bring him up, doubling him over with various strikes and applying double front facelocks. The Sk8ter Boiz then lift Shayne up for a Double Suplex... ...but Shayne kicks his feet which makes their task noticeably harder. Eventually Shayne finds the ropes and pushes his feet off the top, floating over the back and spiking The Boiz with a Double Neckbreaker! JADE Counter! Shayne with the counter and I feel a lot better now. *CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!* The Beijing crowd show their respects for this action as Tyler Bryant comes up first from the four, scooping The Marv off the mat. Tyler pops off a quick jab combo then springs up with a Dropsault, putting The Marv into reverse and out through the ropes, to the floor! With one Boi gone, Tyler now picks up Mel and encourages his partner to his feet, ready for some tag teamery. Hooking an arm a-piece, Tyler and Shayne then reach for the legs and lift Mel up between them, taking a step forward...and dropping him HARD across the knees with the Double Gutbuster! JADE THE COWELL MOVEMENT! MELODY Heh, 'Cowell', I get it. Holding his gut, Mel remains on his knees as Tyler directs traffic. On demand, Tyler and Shayne then back up and bounce off the ropes, coming back with stereo dropkicks, sandwiching Mel's head between! JADE And that's the New Kicks On The Block! MELODY Who the hell came up with your move names, Fat Albert? Tyler now rolls from the ring, allowing the legal man to make the pin... 1... 2... KICKOUT!! JADE That's okay. Don't worry guys, just keep on him! Shayne does as his manager asks, even if he can't hear her, pulling up Mel. Scoop and a slam puts Mel back down in position as Shayne exits the ring and heads to the top rope. Tyler and Marv have now engaged in a tussle on the floor as Shayne gets to the top, but suddenly finds Hell Mel coming at him with a right hand. Shayne is left stranded, as if on a New York cable car, as Mel climbs the ropes. JADE This isn't good. Both Mel and Shayne are in a precarious position now as they balance up top, Mel climbing himself to the middle rope and looking for a 'rana. Shayne tries to fight him off, but Mel rains down some right hands to weaken "Showtime" and re-gains his footing, preparing again for the rana... ...but suddenly, he's lifted from the buckles as Tyler Bryant slides back in and lifts Mel into an electric chair position! Mel begs for mercy, but Tyler shows none as he turns away from the buckles and throws Mel down face-first!! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" As his face bounces off the mat, Hell Mel flops around on the canvas. Tyler meanwhile turns and checks Shayne is okay before stepping over Mel. Reaching down, Tyler hooks The Sk8ter Boi's legs underneath his arms and grabs the arms, lifting Mel up off the canvas in the dreaded Pendulum. He then leaves Mel swinging as he turns back around towards the corner, where Shayne has risen to the top rope once more. The crowd rise, awaiting something big, as Shayne gives a wink to Jade and soars off the top, getting high elevation on a legdrop THAT DRIVES MEL'S FACE HARD INTO THE MAT!!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" JADE AS SEEN ON 60 MINUTES!! The crowd's gasps die down as Shayne, favouring his tailbone, lumbers the KOed Boi over onto his back. Tyler shuffles around and lands a baseball slide on The Marv, as Shayne hooks the leg on Mel... JADE He was a Sk8ter Boi... 1... 2... JADE See ya later Boi. 3!!! *DINGDINGDING!* "First To Believe" is cued again as Tyler pumps his fists and grabs Shayne by the head, congratulating him on yet another victory. BUFFER Your winners of this contest... D*LLLUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Leaving the announce position, Jade Rodez slides into the ring and joins in the celebrations with her men. MELODY What? What do you want me to say? I'm not here to entertain you, run a commercial or something. Instead, we cut to the backstage area and find Brock Ausstin and Axel walking side by side down the corridor. The sound is muted at first, but we see Brock is the one speaking while Axel looks straight ahead, a slightly irritated look on his face. The sound kicks in as they reach a door marked "General Manager" BROCK .....so everyone will be happy. Well, everyone that counts anyway. I get what I want, you get what you want. Plus, it'll make you look good for the brass, wouldn't it? AXEL Look, Brock, I appreciate your input here, but I can only promise you that I'll think about it and give you my decision later. Alright, mate? BROCK Yeah, that's fine. You think about it. Axel steps into his office and closes the door. BROCK As long as you make the right decision. Brock walks off as we fade to commercial. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted April 21, 2006 God of Thunder hits and Thunderkid makes his way to the ring to a big pop. BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, from Green Bay, Wisconsin, weighing in at 255 pounds...THUNDERKID!!!!! TK slides into the ring and poses on the buckles, getting another nice ovation. BUFFER His opponent, from Clermont, Kentucky, weighing in at 324 pounds...JACK BEAM! COLE And we've seen Jack Beam before, Coach! COACH That's right, this guy likes to use the clawhold and has a NASTY lariat! *DING DING DING* TK starts to circle the ring with Beam, then Beam slaps his shoulder, asking for a shoulder challenge. TK looks out to the crowd, which cheers him on, then runs off and back, but can't budge Beam. COACH TK needs to use speed in this match, I don't think he can out-power Jack Beam! TK tries another shoulderblock, this time backing up himself on impact. He goes one more time, ducks a clothesline, and hits one of his own, taking big Jack to the mat! COLE Nice clothesline! COACH Yeah, but he's not gonna be throwing this guy around the ring like... TK follows with a belly-to-belly overhead! COACH ...Nevermind. TK whips Beam to the ropes, and goes for a dropkick, but Beam holds onto the ropes and TK goes crashing to the mat! COLE Nice counter by Jack Beam, and the tide has swung in this match! Beam hammers on the back of TK, then picks him up, does a full turn, and slams him to the mat. He then picks TK up and whips him into a corner, following him in with a big clothesline! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE And Jack Beam looking really good here against TK, a former North American champion! Beam backs TK into the corner, and goes for the clawhold! COLE Beam trying the claw, but they're in the corner, referee has to break it! Beam backs the referee off, and when he turns back around, TK starts firing off right hands! TK goes to the ropes, but Beam catches him with a big boot! Beam then raises his arm in the air and swings it around. COACH This must be the sign for the LARIAT! Can you imagine what an upset this would be? Beam whips TK into the corner hard, and as TK staggers back out, Beam goes for the LARIATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!~!~!!!111...but TK ducks, and hits Beam with an bicycle kick, sending him back into the corner! TK then lifts Beam onto the ropes, follows him up, and takes him down with a HURRICANRANA~! COLE Hurricanrana from the top, and now it looks like TK will be the one going for the big finish! TK lifts Beam up, and grabs a front facelock. COACH Can he get him up, though? TK lifts Beam up, and completes the THUNDERBOLT DDT~! COLE YES HE CAN~! 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* BUFFER Here is your winner...THUNDERKID!!!!! COLE Jack Beam put up a real fight, but TK comes away with the victory! TK walks out to ringside, grabbing a mic and a clipboard. COACH And now he's got a mic! TK Hey Reject, old buddy, old pal...get your ass out here, I got something I want you to sign! After a few seconds, Renegade hits and Reject makes his way through the curtain, with a mic of his own and a very confident look on his face. REJECT OK, what is it, pal? Surely you're not challenging me to a rematch at Living Angleously, after that whippin' I put on you at AngleMania? TK slowly nods as the crowd boos Reject's comments. REJECT (laughs) Wow...you're just a glutton for punishment, aren't you? *starts walking towards the ring* Ok, I'll gladly sign your death warrant for you! Reject rolls into the ring, and TK hands him the contract. Reject grabs the pen in the clipboard and quickly signs, then hands TK the clipboard and pats him on the shoulder before beginning his walk to the back. TK Thanks a bunch, pal! You say you'll pull out all the stops to beat me...well, you'll have that chance at Living Angleously, when you face me, one-on-one, NO HOLDS BARRED! The crowd pops as Reject suddenly stops and turns around to face TK. TK What's the matter, didn't read the fine print? REJECT It doesn't matter what stip you throw at me, TK. The fact is, at Living Angleously, I'll... TK starts to turn around to set the contract out, and Reject tries a Pearl Harbor Job, but TK blasts him with a forearm shot to the gut, then follows with a European uppercut, sending Reject sprawling out of the ring! God of Thunder plays as Reject backs up the aisle holding his jaw, staring down TK the whole way. COLE And that confident look is gone from Reject's face now! It'll be Reject facing his former tag team partner, Thunderkid, NO HOLDS BARRED, at Living Angleously! The cameras open on a scene backstage, very similar to last week's. Josh Matthews stands, not quite a deer in the headlights, but not the pinnacle of manlihood by a large margin. The object of his nervousness: the man to his right. The 6'5, 275, two-time OAOAST Champion...HOFF. The big man smiles as J. Math clears his throat. JOSH So...Hoff...last week, you said you were done with Dan Black, and then you...you attacked him after his match...and-- HOFF Josh, do you have a problem with the way I do business? JOSH !!! Hoff looks at the (relatively) diminutive reporter narrowly. Coldly. Josh trembles a little as he hastliy replies... JOSH N-no! HOFF Well then, you won't mind if I clean up around here. JOSH Clean up? What do you-- AUGH!! Josh cries out as Hoff flings him into a nearby wall, snatching the microphone from Matthews' hand in the process. As Josh lands on the far wall, off-camera but with an audible *THUD*, Hoff turns to face the camera, decked out in his new T-shirt and what appear to be multi-hundred-dollar sunglasses. HOFF (aside) They're real silver. Of course they are. The audience does NOT react warmly as Hoff begins to speak, a serious expression on his face. HOFF NEVER FORGET. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" HOFF So the big question on everyone's lips is just WHY did Hoff attack Dan Black. Why in the world would Hoff attack a man, mere minutes after he said he wouldn't? Well, it's real simple. That was the last time that anyone would suspect. The fans express their disdain. HOFF I mean, come on! Has no one in the audience seen CSI? I don't know if it's big here in China or whatever, but everybody knows that criminals strike when no one expects it. And that's what I am: a criminal. The man who broke the law around here. You see, Upstart or Original, everyone seems to think that being an OAOAST superstar is about paying dues. Hoff strokes his goatee, looking up for a moment. HOFF Paying dues......I don't think so. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" HOFF See, when you have talent, true talent, the way I do...paying dues isn't necessary. Because, while everyone around me worked and toiled and broke their back, I shot to the top! And when I got there, I let it go, because I knew I could get it all back. And without trying, I did. I climbed the mountain TWICE, faster than anyone in this company's history. And for that, they branded me an outlaw. And they ran me out of town...but I came back. And now, everyone in that locker room has to face the inevitable. HOFF When you're good, when you are this good, you don't wait in line. You head straight to the top. I understand that, as does my good friend Drek Stone. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Hoff laughs. HOFF And whether they like it or not, I'll be back on top, sooner rather than later. And all they can do is watch and wonder how I make it look so damn easy. The fans boo Hoff in earnest as he finishes his somewhat rambling speech, looking satisfied. HOFF So, why did I attack Dan Black? It's simple. I'm sending a message. A message to all the boys in the back. You see, Dan Black got lucky at AngleMania. Now, I give him all the credit in the world. Very few people have ever taken me out in this business. But Dan...one night. That's all it was, and that's all it will ever be. You wanna challenge me to a match? Buddy boy, you took the words right out of my mouth. I'm DYING to get you in the ring one more time. I promise you, you will remember who I am. And when they see what I do to you, so will everyone else. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" HOFF Black, I accept. And I want you to listen, and listen good. You just signed your death warrant. You're mine, now, and I will break you. You think you've been in wars before? Next to what you're in store for, they were vacations. I will beat you senseless. I will take everything from you. Dan, I can beat you in any way I choose. I can pin you...I can knock you out...and you better believe I can make you tap. And when it's all over, no matter HOW I choose to end it....I will end it. And I promise you... You will NEVER forget. *cut to Sofa Central!* COACH Whoa-ho! COLE Amazing intensity from Hoff, and I've got to say, I don't know if I'd like to be Dan Black right now. COACH I know I wouldn't. CABOOSE You'll never get the-- Suddenly, the cameras cut to a shot of Dan Black! The Ice Heart is looking down at a TV monitor, smiling thinly and nodding to himself. CABOOSE What's all this then? COLE I think Hoff's message was received! Black looks at the screen, grinning knowingly. BLACK We'll see about this... And with a start, Dan Black leaves the frame. COACH What was that all about! COLE I don't....folks, wait, I'm getting word...Dan Black is headed to the ring! COACH What?! CABOOSE Yeah! COLE Dan Black will join us, NEXT!! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted April 21, 2006 Quiet hits and the China contingent of OAOAST faithful hits their feet with a roar of approval! The cheers swell as the Englishman, the Ice Heart, DAN BLACK, steps onto the stage! COLE And ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to HeldDOWN live! from China, and if you're just tuning in, you missed Hoff officially accepting Dan Black's challenge to a match at Living Anglelously! CABOOSE Well Cole, that should be an awe-inspiring contest, as much as I may dislike one of the competitors. Dressed to the nines, Black walks down the ramp with a purpose, eyes focused on the ring, straying only momentarily into the crowd. Once he climbs the steps and enters the squared circle, the tag team legend holds his hands to the side with a thin smile, prompting another round of cheers from the crowd! COLE Dan Black is an international sensation. Originally from London, England, he has wrestled all over the globe. He is an amazing technicial, and he really appeals to our fans in the East! COACH Well they love him over here, although I can't see why, but it doesn't really matter, because Hoff is gonna take him out at Living Angleously. Black grabs a microphone from ringside as his music dies down. BLACK Far be it from me to kiss-ass to the fans, but thank you, Beijing. It means a great deal to me. The fans give the Londoner a standing ovation, albeit a brief one. BLACK So I was in the backstage area, and I was listening to this meathead run his mouth as though he owned the place. Hoff, let me remind you of the score. Me 1, you: zero. The crowd laughs in approval. COACH Dan Black knows he got lucky at Anglemania. CABOOSE Pipe down. BLACK But Hoff....dear Hoff. I'm all too happy to give you the chance to even the score at LA. Or...should events unfold the way I see them unfolding...the chance to make yourself look even more like an ass. YEAH!!!! BLACK Now, even though you sound like a buffoon every time you open your mouth, Hoff, you did say something fairly interesting in there. I heard you claim you could beat me any way you choose...and that you could make me tap out. Now, considering how Anglemania went...I'd say that's more than a slight bit of irony. But, by all means, allow me to oblige you. I have something of a proposal to you... And with that, Hypnotize hits. Choosing not to wait for the fireworks, Hoff storms onto the stage, immediately hit with a barrage of ill sentiment from the crowd. A mic in hand, Hoff raises it to his lips...then puts it down, looking out over the crowd and shaking his head. HOFF Shut up. Some Chinese swear words pop up in the crowd as Hoff is booed out of the building. BLACK Don't worry about them, Hoff. Worry about the man in the ring. A fairly simple concept-- HOFF I'm listening. Black smiles, a thin grin. COACH What could Dan have up his sleeve? BLACK So Hoff. You claim that you can beat me any way you see fit? With a wry, confident smile, Hoff nods. BLACK And you can make me tap out, is that right? HOFF You know it. Black chuckles. BLACK The way I made you tap out at Anglemania? The crowd is ON the big man as he turns beet red. Hoff paces at the top of the stage, hot under the collar. CABOOSE Oh ho, looks like Danny hit a sore spot! HOFF YOU GOT LUCKY-- BLACK Save it. The fact is, I have a little idea that'll make our match at Living Angleously a whole lot more interesting. And you'll take it, because you're too proud not to. Hoff slows down, looking at Black curiosuly. HOFF Oh, really. And just what did you have in mind? BLACK Real simple. You and me in a submission match. The crowd EXPLODES!!! COLE WHAT?! COACH A SUBMISSION MATCH?!? YEEEEEEAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dan Black looks on as Hoff's eyebrows raise. Hoff, slowly, takes his sunglasses off, exposing his very wide eyes. After the shock passes, Hoff shakes the cobwebs out of his head and looks up at Black. HOFF No way. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! BLACK Aww, what's the matter, Hoff? You wouldn't be....scared, now, would you? Hoff's jaw drops. HOFF Waitaminute, waitaminute waitaminute. Just WHY should I take this offer of yours? I don't think so. Hoff turns to head back through the curtain-- BLACK Hold on, Hoff! Think about it...your chance to prove lightning can't strike twice. Hoff pauses in mid-step, then slowly turns back to face his rival. BLACK You say it was a fluke that I beat you at Anglemania? Then prove it. I'll do it again, and I'll do it the exact same way. And, by your own admission, you can make me tap just like *snap* that. So what do you have to lose? Hoff looks up, then puts his hands on his hips. The big man looks down, shaking his head. BLACK Come on...coward. Hoff's head SNAPS up, his eyes wide, surprised by the cutting remark. The crowd gets louder, aiming their derisive shouts and Chinese curse words at Hoff. The big man paces the stage, frantically... HOFF ALL RIGHT, IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT, YOU'RE ON!! The crowd ROARS in approval. Black smiles. COLE WOW! What a bombshell! HOFF But know this, Dan Black. I don't have to agree to this. Don't think you won here today. I'm going to make you look like a fool at Living Angleously. BLACK Don't tell me. Tell it to the referee between the words "I quit." HOFF Quiet hits as Hoff looks absolutely shocked on the stage. As the fans cheer, Hoff spins on his heels and angrily pushes the curtain aside, heading to the back. COLE Well, what an announcement! COACH I can't believe this. COLE Hoff and Dan Black in a SUBMISSION MATCH at Living Angleously! Will lightning strike twice? COACH I think I'm going to be sick... CABOOSE Awesome. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted April 21, 2006 As we come back to HeldDOWN, the cameras sweep the crowd again, and they are still into it! With a seemingly endless energy supply, the Beijing fans have made this a special night. COLE A special night, here in Beijing, China, the latest stop on the OAOAST's tour of the Far East! And after tonight, we head south, to Australia! COACH Is Australia really in the Far East? CABOOSE I don't think so. COLE Maybe not, but that doesn't take away from how great these overseas fans have been! COACH Well, you might be right, but I can't wait to be back on American soil. CABOOSE You'll be back soon, Coachman. A week from Sunday, to be exact, as Living Angleously eminates live from Indianapolis, Indiana. COACH I can't wait! And fans, this event is sold out, so there's only one way to see it now: call your pay-per-view provider. CABOOSE Don't be cheap, now. COLE It should be a hell of a show. Okay, up next we've a special treat for you all. For the first time in...well, some time...the HI-YAH World Tag Team Championships will be put on the line on OAOAST Television. Last week we were of course in Japan and we saw our very own HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion, Zack Malibu in action, so tonight as we're in China which is kinda like Japan, the tag team straps get the run out on HI-YAH officials request. The Love Doctors have held the titles proudly for close to a year and have commited themselves to regular tours with our sister promotion, which is probably why we haven't seen them in action since their participation in the Anderson Cup back in February. COACH I heard they got stricken off for killing a guy... COLE Tonight, they face an undeniably tough challenge, hand picked for them by HI-YAH's top brass. Having looked down the line-up of workers who could make it to China tonight, they decided to pit the Tag Team Champions against two former HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions, in the form of Christian Wright and Bohemoth. COACH ...29 year old, coma patient... COLE Bohemoth hasn't been in the greatest of form recently but he of course won the tournament in the middle of last year to crown the new HI-YAH Champion. The belt then found it's way to Christian via The Parka, before Zack Malibu of course captured the gold at Zero Hour. COACH ...practiced a new dance routine and pulled out the wrong plug when they packed up... COLE And for Wright and particularly Bohemoth, this could provide a welcome upswing in their fortunes, capturing the HI-YAH Tag Team Titles. COACH ...quite tragic really. CABOOSE I hate my job. "You need my love baby, oh so bad You're not the only one I've ever had And if I say I wanna set you free Don't you know you'll be in misery" They call me (Dr. Love) They call me Dr. Love (calling Dr. Love) I've got the cure you're thinkin' of (calling Dr. Love)" The Chinese crowd go wild for the Japanese duo from Chicago as "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS hits and The Love Doctors come flying through the OAOAST sliding entrance doors! Dr. Steven Pigley and Dr. Max Anderson show the world just what they learnt at medical school as they shake their bodies to the music, gyrating for the suddenly not so reserved females in the crowd. Off come the coats and the crowd get even more vocal as Pigley and Anderson dance their way down the aisle. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is sanctioned by HI-YAH Promotions and is scheduled for one fall, to be contested under HI-YAH Rules. 20 counts will be oberserved at ringside and throwing an opponent over the top rope will be deemed an automatic disqualification. In the event of the champions being disqualified, the titles will change hands! Introducing first, hailing from Chicago, Illinois! At a total combined weight of four hundred, fifty six pounds... they are the reigning and defending HI-YAH WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... DR. STEVEN PIGLEY and DR. MAX ANDERSON... THE LLLLLLLLOOOOOOOVVEEEE DDOOOOOCCTTOOOORRRRRSSSSSSS!! COACH I guess they couldn't get the HI-YAH guy two weeks in a row, huh? Pigley and Anderson leap to adjacent sides of the ring and gyrate some more before leaping into the ring. Anderson proudly holds his HI-YAH tag strap in the air while Pigley runs the ropes, doing a quick tuck and roll to come up in a pose for the Love Doctor fans in attendance. COLE Oh boy, did it just get HAWTer in here!?! CABOOSE No. COLE Oh. Must...must just be me then. *BbBBBbBWbwWBhwahHaLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!* The cheers of the crowd are cut into by the pulsating sounds of Disturbed's "Liberate" fire up through the P.A System, kicking The Docs into a more serious mode as they watch for the entrance of two former Champions of their home promotion. Christian Wright leads the way, head down and cloaked in mystery. Behind him is the mighty Bohemoth, showing off TEH GUNZ~! briefly as beside him, Wright tears his hood down and storms angrily down the aisleway. BUFFER And their opponents and challengers. At a total combined weight of five hundred and seventeen pounds. Both former HI-YAH World Heavyweight Champions, they are the team of "THE METEROSEXUAL MONSTER" BOOOO - HHEEEMMOOOOTTHH!! And, his partner... "THE MORAL HIGHGROUND" CHHRRIIIISSSTTIIAAANN WWWRRRRIIIIGGHHHTT!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH Man, CDub ain't playing games tonight. Look at that look guys, he's got his game face on tonight! CABOOSE He'll have to if his tag partner performs as badly as he has done for the past two months. COACH Hey! It's people like you who are blowing this whole 'losing streak' thing right outta proportion. Sure, Bo's been having a rough ride recently and he'll be the first to admit that, but that's 284 pounds of rock solid muscle stepping into that ring alongside the smartest man in professional wrestling! Last week CW was with us, now he's in the ring leading Bo and using his brains to guide the brawn. CABOOSE Which worked so seamlessly at AngleMania, right? With gritted teeth and a determined expression, CW climbs the steps and enters the ring with little in the way of ceremony. Bohemoth follows behind as his mentor quickly removes his robe, dumping it out into the arms of a noticeably unsuited Chinese stagehand and going emotionlessly through the pre-match routine. The Doctors go into conference across the ring, looking nervously at Big Bo. Meanwhile, referee Charles Robinson is satisfied nobody's come armed and calls for the bell. *DINGDINGDING* Bohemoth steps forward ready to start, only to get a hand on the chest from his partner. Pointing to the corner it's clear to see what Christian wants. And quickly getting the message, Bo hangs his head slightly as he retreats to his corner, leaving Christian to start out with Dr. Steven Pigley. COLE Is that what passes for leadership here then Coach, ordering Bohemoth to start the match on the apron? COACH Strategy. Trust me. Circling the ring, Wright and Pigley size each other up before locking up. Wright gains immediate advantage with a side headlock and drops to one knee, forcing Pigley down to all fours to prevent his head being torn from his shoulders. Squirming around, the good Doctor manages to free his head slightly and rolls over Wright's back, coming up the other side with his own headlock. Wright angrily punches the mat as the crowd cheer Pigley's escape. But once his temper subsides CW stands back up and pushes Pigley off into the ropes, slapping his shoulder and daring Pigley to try and knock him down. Pigley doesn't fancy that game though, instead playing some cat and mouse as he baseball slides through CW's legs! Confused, Wright lumbers around and the Doctor is waiting... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" COLE Even in China, they know what to do! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" Rocked by the chops, a winded Wright staggers backwards which allows Pigley to come off the ropes. A wild swipe from Christian finds nothing but air as Pigley ducks underneath and comes back off the opposite ropes, running at Wright and propelling himself forward with a high crossbody. Seeing it coming, Wright wisely ducks. But his wise move is upstaged by the Doc who snatches CW's right arm as he soars over him, using it to lever himself around to Wright's side and hit an unexpected armdrag! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Wow! Where the hell did that come from!?! Christian Wright would like to know that too as he ends up thrown across the ring, coming up against the ropes dis-orientated. Moving in, Pigley lands a boot to the gut and irish whips Wright into the ropes. Wright rebounds and Pigley places both of his feet into CW's face with a standing dropkick, quickly diving on top with a cover... 1... 2... Wright kicks out, pushing Pigley straight up to his feet. Crouched in anticipation, Pigley waits for Wright to stand, snagging him over with an armdrag upon his turn. Wright pops right back up, into a second armdrag. Flustered, Wright now charges in at Pigley, who uses his opponent's momentum for a Japanese version of the armdrag to complete the trio of moves, forcing Wright into retreat as he backs into a neutral corner, ducking his head through the top and middle ropes. Doing his job for once, Robinson steps in between the combatants. But Pigley is happy to give Wright his space, opting to turn and gyrate for the crowd! COLE Man, The Love Doctors haven't lost a step since we last saw them in the OAOAST! And no wonder these two are so revered in Japan. CABOOSE Why, because they're wrestling doctors who dance in skimpy shorts? COACH No that's why Cole loves them. CABOOSE Oh yeah, of course. As Wright takes his time over recollecting his thoughts, Dr. Pigley goes off call and Dr. Anderson takes over for him. Max encourages Wright on and the smart thing to do would probably be go and tag Bohemoth, who towers over both the Docs. But Wright doesn't do that and instead, after a little loosening of the muscles, he advances and locks up with Dr. Anderson. After a brief tussle Max goes behind with a waistlock which gets a brief cheer. Brief because it's almost immediately countered by Wright as he falls and twists, taking Anderson down with a modified drop toe hold and then leaps over to apply a front facelock. Wright tightens up on the hold and seems content to slow things down for a while. COLE Finally some smart strategy shown by Christian, taking the speedster to the mat and showing off his technical ability. Wright pushes up on the tips of his toes, putting pressure on the neck of Anderson who kicks his feet in pain. The slapping of the turnbuckles by Pigley and the hands by the fans gives Anderson the will to fight on and he fights back up, reaching his knees with fists pumping. Wright still clings onto the front facelock, but Anderson continues to rise. So Wright quickly releases the hold and throws Anderson back to the mat with a sneaky hairpull, wrapping on a side headlock before Robinson can get a reprimand in. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE This crowd knows exactly what happened, but apparantly Charles Robinson didn't! CABOOSE Where's Buzzlefoxer when you need him? He'd have whipped this punk into shape! Despite the protests from Pigley, Robinson lets things go as Wright tightens up the side headlock. Still Anderson fights and comes up to his feet. This time though it's with a little assistance from Wright, meeting him on the way up with a knee to the abdomen and sending him to the ropes via an irish whip. On the rebound, Wright ducks his head for a backbody drop, but does so typically too early, allowing Max to go over the top with a sunset flip... 1... 2... Kickout! Wright rolls through to his feet and immediately kicks out at the seated Dr. Anderson. However, Anderson throws up his hands and blocks the kick! After a brief examination of the foot (wait, is he a doctor or a chiropodist?), Anderson then swipes out and kicks Christian's standing leg from underneath him, spinning around on his ass and rolling on top with a jacknife pinfall... 1... 2... BRIDGE UP! Wright arches to his feet and spins around, placing Anderson in a standing headscissors. A momentary pause proves a mistake though as Anderson trips CW right back up, into another jacknife pin... 1... 2... Kickout by Wright, pushing Anderson off of him and rolling himself out of the ring to recollect himself. Again. COLE The Love Doctors are out manoeuvring Christian Wright so far and I think it'd be in his best interests to tag out right about now, because he's clearly getting frustrated. COACH Don't worry, it's just the feeling out process. CABOOSE Yeah and Christian just got felt out by the Doctor. COACH Funny you should say that. Happened to me once. Lawsuit's still pending. Hands on hips, Wright skulks around on the floor and counts to ten in his head to try and subdue the anger he's feeling. Bohemoth drops from the apron to try and help out, but Wright angrily brushes him away. But Bo is eager to help and he goes back over to console CW again, not realising that he's providing an easier landing pad for Dr. Pigley as he tumbles through the top and middle ropes with a TOPE CON HÍLO!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Pigley pulls himself up and hand signals are exchanged between the Doctors, as Max directs traffic. With a nod of the head, Pigley helps the dis-orientated challengers up to their feet and keeps them close beside each other as Anderson hits the ropes. Getting a suitable run-up, Anderson pushes his hands off the top rope as he soars over, getting tremendous height on a SOMERSAULT PLANCHAAA!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE The Love Doctors, taking flight! "LOVE DOC - TAAHHS!" "LOVE DOC - TAAHHS!" "LOVE DOC - TAAHHS!" "LOVE DOC - TAAHHS!" From the heap of bodies, Dr. Max Anderson is up first and he loads Wright back into the ring, while Pigley goes back towards his corner. Anderson pulls up Wright, landing three quick jabs before going to the gut with a boot and sending CW into the turnbuckles. Hitting backfirst, Wright slumps in the corner and there he stays, as Anderson vaults into him with a Stinger Splash! As Wright staggers out, a quick tag is made by the Champs before Anderson scuttles back over to The Moral Highground. Dr. Pigley scales to the middle turnbuckle as Dr. Anderson delivers Wright to him with a snap suplex, in perfect position for Pigley to soar off the middle rope with a legdrop and go for the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Pigley gets right back to his feet and waits on Wright. As he begins to come to his feet, the Doctor springs up and connects with a standing dropkick that puts Wright back down. Rolling through with the impact, Wright is able to get quickly back up, but only to take a hiptoss from Pigley. COLE And the Rookie Of The Year is really having his troubles here now! Pulling himself up again, Wright is clearly getting dis-orientated by all these ups and downs and he staggers around, into a right hand from Pigley! The punch rocks him backwards and as he falls backwards, he instinctively turns to face the body nearest to him, which is Dr. Max Anderson, who also lands a right hand! Right hand from Pigley! Right hand from Anderson! Right hand from Pigley! Right hand from Anderson! After a little dance and a jig, Pigley hits the ropes in front of The Moral Highground, looking to capitalise while Wright is on the backfoot. However, he doesn't reckon on Bohemoth, who having just pulled himself up on the arena floor reaches a hand under the bottom rope and trips the Doctor of Love up! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH See, there's some competency for ya! Landing flat on his face, Pigley stumbles back up as Anderson tries to protest Robinson. And despite the pleading from Anderson ("He tripped him up! Trust me, I'm a Doctor!"), Robinson didn't see it so he can't call it. Brushing past the referee, Wright capitalises on Pigley being on the backfoot as he lands a quick forearm strike. Wright lands two more forearms on Pigley before taking a backstep, growling under his breath as he fires forward with a striding forearm, knocking Pigley off his feet! Stalking over Pigley, Wright then thinks over his next move. He doesn't look quite sure about it and he does hesitate. But, eventually, Wright reaches his hand over his head, allowing Bohemoth to make the tag. COLE And now, finally, Bohemoth becomes the legal man in the match. COACH Somebody better call the ambulance for the Docs, they're gonna need it. Eager to prove himself, Bohemoth enters the ring quickly and wastes no time in pulling Pigley back to his feet. Hooking the head and the arm, the bigman backs Pigley into a corner. And then, once he's sure Christian is watching on, Bohemoth sidesteps out and sends Pigley SOARING into the centre of the ring with a mighty beil! Pigley comes back to one knee, clutching his back in agony, but gets shoved down to the mat by Bohemoth who makes a pin... 1... 2... Kickout! WRIGHT Bohemoth! Cradle the leg upon your next pinfall! COLE Boy, Bohemoth turns the tide of the match, comes in, sends Pigley flying and still he gets yelled at by Christian Wright! COACH S'just encouragement man. You gotta be cruel to be kind sometimes. Pulling Pigley back to his feet, Bohemoth's size advantage is clear for all to see as he holds Pigley up by the ears. Yes, the ears. A knee to the gut doubles Pigley over and Bohemoth follows up with a clubbing overhand to the spine, sending the Doctor agonisingly down to a crouched position. Enjoying his position of dominance, Bohemoth paintbrushes Pigley with the flat of his boot. Bohemoth then backs into the ropes and charges with reckless intent, turning Pigley INSIDE OUT with a MURDERLINE~! WRIGHT Cover! The Cover! On demand from his mentor and partner, Bohemoth drops down with a lackadaisical cover... 1... 2... 3-NO! WRIGHT GAH! TAG ME IN! Looking a little dejected Bohemoth obliges, allowing CW to tag in. And tag in he does, storming past Bohemoth and ordering him to "observe and obtain" as he pulls up the limp, lifeless Pigley. Eyes locked on his partner, Wright effortlessly executes a Saito Suplex, dropping Pigley high and tight on the back of his head and scuttles straight into a pinfall, hooking the leg in a display for his teammate... 1... 2... KICKOUT! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Fuming, Wright runs a hand over his head. So much for showing his partner how to do things. COLE The Love Doctors have held these titles for some time. It'll take more than that to capture the belts tonight. Wright brings Pigley back up, throwing a forearm. Another. And a third. Pigley is on rubber legs, so CW points a finger to Dr. Anderson before running the ropes. Bouncing back, Wright charges forward with his head down, looking to wipe out Pigley with a spear...but Pigley defensively dives backwards, throwing his legs up and catching Wright flush in the jaw with a Guile style Flash Kick! The blow is little more than a glancing one but it does block the Spear and it does put CW on the backfoot, sending him staggering backwards. Pulling himself up on the ropes, Pigley now goes up to the middle rope, defying thoughts that maybe going for a tag would be a wise option as he instead looks to fly. Wright stumbles back towards him, so Pigley comes off the middle buckle...AND GETS CAUGHT! Catching the Love Doctor over his shoulder, Wright does a quick 65 degree turn and drops him across the top rope with a Stun Gun! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" His torso bouncing of the ropes, Pigley is propelled back and Wright grabs a waistlock...German Suplex, with a bridge! 1... 2... KICKOUT! Wright questions the count with referee Robinson, but soon has to quit his complaints as Pigley despairingly crawls for the corner, having to cut the Doc off with a sharp elbow to the back of the head. "LOVE DOC - TAAHHS!" "LOVE DOC - TAAHHS!" "LOVE DOC - TAAHHS!" "LOVE DOC - TAAHHS!" WRIGHT SILENCE! The Chinese crowd, being Chinese, don't really understand what CW just shouted at them. But he shouted, so he gets booed. Not that he cares, too busy hauling Dr. Pigley up and slamming a forearm into the Doc's face. Pigley is staggered, but he's not giving up, trying to chop Wright down with a kick to the quadrecep. Shaking it off, Wright lands a second forearm. But another kick to the quad leaves his leg quivering, so The Moral Highground is forced to go to the eyes to buy himself time. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH What a shot, right to the bridge of the nose with that bit of skin between your fingers! Tremendous! COLE Give me a break. Pigley recoils and blindly searches for his corner. Trouble is, CW is blocking his way. And eventually, once he's rubbed some feeling back into his leg, Wright turns Pigley around and ducks a head under an arm and hooks his arms around the Doctor's waist. Another Saito is what Wright is planning... ...but Pigley sandbags, blocking the move. Wright rocks him in the ribs with a couple of short headbutts but those aren't doing enough. So, freeing his head, The Moral Highground slams forearm after forearm after forearm into the spine, weakening Pigley to rubber legs. With Pigley suitably weakened, Wright gives 'the signal' ™ and again attempts the Saito Suplex... ...COUNTERED, Pigley sliding down the back into a Sunset Flip... 1... 2... KICKOUT!! Wright performs an ear clap with his legs and rolls out of the pin, coming up at Pigley's legs and whipping around looking for the Figure Four Leglock! The good Doctor knows that spells doom however and wisely plants a boot into CW's rectum to push him off! Wright goes sprawling forwards and smashes his shoulder into the middle turnbuckle, right beside Dr. Max Anderson who leans expectantly over the ropes... ...AND GETS THE TAG!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE HOT TAG! Wright is still hurting as Anderson springboards to the top and comes soaring down with a crossbody block, wiping out The Moral Highground! Up pops Dr. Anderson and he's ready and waiting... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" A hard chop rocks CW. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" And another! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" Make it three!! COLE Dr. Anderson, showing some of that Strong Style he's learnt during his time in Japan! Wright is hurting now as Anderson turns to run to the ropes. This provides an opportunity for Wright to strike out from behind, but Anderson has his wits about him and puts on the brakes early to hit a Kobashi Spinning Backfist! That strike puts Wright on dream street, right at the edge of concussion avenue, now allowing Anderson to run. Off the ropes he comes, thrusting towards Wright who catches him in a wheelbarrow. But Anderson promptly pushes off the canvas and rolls Wright up... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Both men scramble up and it's Max who's up first, scoring with a back elbow and then thrusting a mule kick deep into CW's abdomen! Sensing trouble for his teammate Bohemoth begins to enter the ring, but Dr. Anderson is nothing if not observant, rushing across the ring and dropkicking Bo midway between the ropes, dropping him to the outside! With Bohemoth dealt with, Anderson then turns back around... *SMACK!* ...and DROPPED with a Superkick from CW!! "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Bohemoth again plays a part, a distraction this time which opened the door for Christian Wright! COACH See. Completely competent. CABOOSE Yeah, the way he got dropkicked in the shoulder sure was stupendous. COACH Oh whatever. C'mon CDub! Both men are down now, as CW is still groggy and unable to capitalise with a cover. Anderson is still relatively fresh as well, aside from the superkick. That means both men recover and begin climbing to their feet at roughly the same time, Anderson wobbling slightly which opens a door for CW to land a knee to the gut. Shaking away some cobwebs, Wright then grabs an arm, attempting an irish whip. Anderson gets to arms length but is suddenly and unexpectedly yanked back, Wright ducking a head and scooping the Love Doctor up into a swift Fireman's Carry. Anderson throws some blows to the shoulders trying desperately to get free, but Wright withstands the shots and runs forward, with the Honor Ro...NO! Dr. Steven Pigley appears on the scene and dropkicks Wright in the chest, teetering CW back which Anderson uses to counter with a crucifix... 1... 2... KICKOUT! As Wright comes back up, a boot from Pigley is waiting for him. Pigley then helps his fellow Love Doctor to his feet and together they take CW, sending him off into the ropes. Into centre stage strides Dr. Pigley, lifting Wright up on his return and dropping him into an inverted atomic drop. Pigley then holds Wright in place for the Lovematic Grampa, Dr. Anderson hits the ropes... ...KNEE TO THE BACK! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Anderson cringes, his back arched as Bohemoth enters the ring and clubs Pigley in the back of the head. Turning back to Anderson, Bohemoth then scoops low and takes Anderson up and DOWN with a patented Front Spinebuster!! BOHEMOTH RROOOOOHHHHHHRRRR~!! Quivering on the mat, Anderson is hurting now as Bohemoth awaits his next prey. COACH Look at that intensity! It's a good thing this guy ain't a Scientologist, he wouldn't just eat the afterbirth, he'd eat the entire child because he's a MONSTER~! COLE ... "LOVE DOC - TAAHHS!" "LOVE DOC - TAAHHS!" "LOVE DOC - TAAHHS!" "LOVE DOC - TAAHHS!" The crowd try to rally behind the HI-YAH Tag Champs but Bohemoth is now stalking over Pigley and ready to pounce. The smallest man in the match turns and finds himself face to face with the largest, throwing a futile palm strike which merely bounces off of Bohemoth's rippling pectorals! Bo brushes that off and grabs Pigley with two hands around the throat, tossing him effortlessly aside into the turnbuckles. Ducking his head Bo drives a shoulder...two...three into the gut, before pushing Pigley off his feet into a seated position in the corner. Favouring his ribs, Dr. Pigley is helpless as Bohemoth then presses his head against the turnbuckles and runs the ropes, throwing forward the boot and KICKING PIGLEY'S FACE INTO THE FRONT ROW WITH A FACEWASH!!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Good Lord! Bohemoth has taken over and we could be mere moments away from crowning new HI-YAH Tag Team Champions now! And I think I'm right in saying, Bohemoth and Wright would be the first men to win both the singles and tag titles of HI-YAH. COACH We'll check the record books after they win, shouldn't be long now. The challengers and the challengers alone are left standing now and Wright has a sinister smile on his face. Patting Bohemoth on the back, the leader of the team directs traffic and tells Bohemoth to keep a watch on Pigley. Seeing as Pigley is KOed, that isn't too hard, Bo instead watching on as CW drags Anderson to his feet and prepares to Convert The Sinner! On goes the front facelock...but Wright isn't satisfied for some reason, pointing to Pigley. WRIGHT DISPOSE OF THIS Nodding in acceptance, Bohemoth drags Pigley up from the corner. Meanwhile, Wright re-hooks Anderson and sets, lifting the Love Doctor up... ...and as Bohemoth hurls Pigley over the top and to the floor, Wright twists... ...HITTING THE CONVERTING THE SINNER ON DR. MAX ANDERSON!! COACH YES! IT'S OVER! *DINGDINGDING!* COACH Woah...wait, I didn't mean ring the bell just yet. COLE What's going on? COACH I didn't do it, I swear. Having just made a cover, Wright pushes up and looks curiously to referee Charles Robinson, who is conversing with Michael Buffer. Bohemoth looks confused as well now, as Wright storms over to the scene and demands some answers, pointing down at Anderson's motionless frame and signalling for Robinson to count the 3. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has stopped this match, due to an infringement of HI-YAH Rules... Confusion fills the air. CABOOSE COACH What? BUFFER ...as during the course of the match, Bohemoth threw Dr. Steven Pigley over the top rope and to the floor. Therefore, your winners of this match via Smokey Mountain finish and a Disqualification... and STILL HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions, THE LLLOOOOOOVVEEE DDOOCCTTOOOORRRSSSSS!! COACH WHAT!?!?! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" In despair, Bohemoth throws his hands on his head and looks to the heavens. Which means he misses the scathing, furious, EVIL look that Christian Wright is throwing his way as he slowly turns his head to his hapless tag team partner. Both The Love Doctors are down and near motionless, but "Calling Dr Love" is playing and they have won the match anyway. CABOOSE Well, Bo done it again, ay Coach? COACH Oh God. I don't believe this, who came up with these stupid rules anyway? Who!?! Bohemoth...I mean...God, this is ridiculous! Ridiculous! COLE Well, there's no excuse really. Bohemoth has wrestled in HI-YAH before, he heard the rules being announced. COACH This is an OAOAST show! This match should have been under OAOAST rules! COLE Then lodge a protest or something instead of shouting at me! It must have been a lapse in concentration by Bohemoth, but it's one that's cost his team the HI-YAH Tag Team Titles. Kicking the ropes in frustration, Bo runs a hand over his head, trying to block out the music and cheering around him. The Doctors are still down but Pigley is at least moving and has given given his title by referee Robinson, who really just needed and excuse to get out of the ring. Meanwhile, in the ring, Christian Wright pulls up Dr. Anderson. A glare is etched on CW's face but not at anyone in particular, as he grabs Anderson by the head and pitches him through the ropes to the floor. Anderson lands in a heap on the outside, as Wright now turns to Bohemoth. WRIGHT WAS THAT SO COMPLICATED!?! TO DEPOSIT SOMEONE THROUGH ROPES, RATHER THAN OVER THEM!?! ARE YOUR COGNATIVE FUNCTIONS DAMAGED, HUH!?! Wright is literally SCREAMING at Bohemoth who, head down, takes the abuse. Once Wright is finished, Bo meekly starts to try and apologise, trying to explain, trying to reason with CW... ...who just BLANKS the bigman and leaves the ring! COLE WOOOOAAAAH! CABOOSE Bohemoth just got Punk'd, wouldn't you say Coach? COACH It's okay...tempers are just a little high right now. It'll...it'll get sorted. Standing with hands on hips and staring at the space where Wright used to be, Bohemoth hands his head. Wright hasn't looked back since leaving the ring and is storming up the ramp and out of sight, cursing under his breath as he eventually parts the sliding doors and disappears. COLE There's trouble in paradise judging by that. Christian Wright is livid at his tag team partner and to be fair, I don't know if I can blame him too much. Bohemoth screwed up. COACH Listen, would you all just shut up!! You're making things worse!! CABOOSE Could they be worse? Because, and I'm just an innocent bystander see, but that seemed pretty bad to me. COACH ENOUGH! Gah! The cameras cut to the backstage interview area where Jackie Gayda is standing by with Drek Stone. Drek, dressed to the nines tonight in a black-and-white pinstripe suit with silver Gucci sunglasses sitting on top of his freshly gelled hair, flashes a confident smile at the camera as Jackie begins to speak. JACKIE Drek Stone, as you've heard earlier tonight, Dan Black has challenged your friend and teammate Hoff to a Submission match at Living Anglelously. Any comments? With a cocky grin, Drek stares down his interviewer for a second before talking to her. DREK Jackie, before I begin, let me ask you a quick question. JACKIE Er...sure. Go ahead. DREK Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you and Hoff have, like, some sort of little fling together last year? Jackie's cheeks blush lightly as she lowers her head with an embarrassing smile, clearly thrown off with the unexpected question. JACKIE You could say that, I guess. Maybe. DREK Aw. Really? JACKIE Yeah. Yeah, sure. He was a nice guy. Glancing at Jackie for a moment, Drek approvingly nods his head before ANGRILY~! grabbing the microphone away from her. DREK And then nothing?! He comes back last month and you don't say a word to him?! Instead, you try to sit here and flirt with me?! JACKIE What?! DREK Who do you think you are? JACKIE Excuse me! Mr. Stone... DREK Perhaps you may be a whore Jackie, but my main man Hoff isn't one, and I will not stand here and watch as you try to treat him as if he is! Your part in this interview is over. Drek gives Jackie a hard slap on the ass, sending her running away from the camera with tears in her eyes. COLE Oh my God, that's reprehensible. COACH That's hilarious. CABOOSE That's a lawsuit in a few days. With Jackie now out of the way, Drek is free to speak his mind without fear of interruption. DREK See what I did there? Don't nobody say I ain't still loyal to Hoff! The solidarity in this team is running strong, I promise you. The crowd loudly boos as Drek wallows in the jeers for a second. DREK Yeah, perhaps I missed those boos. Whatever. Love me or hate me, it's all the same to me. That's not what I'm here to talk about right now. I heard that, earlier tonight, Dan Black challenged Hoff to a submission match at Living Anglelously. It seems to me that Dan has absolutely no idea what he's stepping into. Since Black embarrassed him at AngleMania V, Hoff has been a man on a mission. He's out to prove he's the same mean, nasty, callous, INTENSE Hoff we all know he could be. The Hoff he used to be. And the Hoff he is going to be in the future. Dan, I've witnessed it firsthand. I know what it's like to be trapped in that anklelock -- to be stuck in the middle of that ring with no escape, cool sweat dripping from the forehead and tears of frustrated pain stinging the eyes -- and let me tell you, there may not be anything in this world more painful than that submission. Ask your ol' partner Tony about that. The Heart of Ice can't even hold a candle. Black, this is a guarantee, so listen hard and listen good. Hoff is going to snap your ankle like a Slim Jim at Living Anglelously! Macho? Randy Savage jumps into the camera shot! MACHO MAN HOFF NEEDS A LITTLE EXCITEMENT SO HE'LL SNAP YOU LIKE A SLIM JIM! OOOOOOOOH YEAH!!! Now that he's been paid for the night, Savage waves his index finger into the air and runs off to the recording studio to cut another unsuccessful rap album or something. DREK Listen, Dan. I have no doubt Hoff is going to treat you like the insignificant speck of dust you are. And I think, deep down, you know how this match is going to end. You know it and you're deathly afraid of it. Hoff is a two-time Heavyweight Champion. 24/7 Champion. Emperor of the Deathmatch. Battlebowl winner. Jackie Gayda sex champion. He's done it all! And what, might I ask, have you done, Dan Black? Silence. DREK That's right. Nothing. Dan, you haven't come close to doing anything that Hoff has done. Hoff will go down in the record books as a champion and as a legend. And you? You ain't even going in the record books at all. When you look at all Hoff has done, and everything that you have failed to accomplish, how could you think you even stand a chance with him in a one-on-one situation at Living Anglelously? Dan, this is a hopeless situation for you. And although it should have happened weeks ago at AngleMania, I'm going to love Hoff showing you just how meaningless you really are. But let me just make something clear... Drek steps a little closer to the lens. DREK This is not going to be a tag match. So Tony Brannigan, I highly recommend you don't dare step a foot through that curtain at Living Anglelously. You two worked well together at AngleMania but now it's time to watch Dan Black drown by himself. I don't want to see you in that ring helping him. I don't want to see you standing on the ramp to distract Hoff and throw him off. I don't even want to see you giving Dan any advice before the match begins. It would be in your best interest to just completely avoid getting involved in this matter. Because if you don't? If you decide to get involved? If you decide to ignore my advice and break the rules to help Dan Black just as you did at AngleMania? Drek Stone intensely glares into the camera, his previous smile now completely washed away with a scowl. DREK You will forever live to regret it. I promise you. With that, Drek abruptly drops the microphone and walks away. Which could only mean...yep. *COMMERCIAL* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted April 21, 2006 (edited) We cut to the back once again and this time we go into the office of General Manager Axel, who currently is reading over a piece of paper while casting a glance towards his door. The door bangs open and the camera pans over to reveal the guest as Peter Knight. KNIGHT So what was the big new.......oh, it's you again. The camera widens out and Brock Ausstin steps into the frame, crossing his arms with a neutral expression on his face. KNIGHT So, still trying to weasel your way into my buisness huh? Trying to get to Alfdogg before I can? Too bad, big boy, I already got a contract signed to face him at Living Angleously, so you just gotta take a number and wait your turn. AXEL Actually, that's why I called you..... KNIGHT (Not paying attention to Axel) But if you REALLY want a shot at the big one, I'll gladly save some room on my schedule to take you on after I win my title back. After all, I made your ass submit once; it would be a great footnote of my legacy to make you cry uncle again. AXEL PK, if you would take a look at...... Knight snatches the piece of paper Axel is waving at him and holds it tauntingly in Brock's face. KNIGHT But until then, I got buisness to take care of. (Reading) "Living Angleously Main Event for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship: Alfdogg versus Peter Knight........versus.......Brock Ausstin"? (Turns to Axel) What the hell is this? BROCK That is having a General Manager that knows a good idea when he hears one. Look, we all saw at Anglemania that you can't be trusted to beat Alfdogg by yourself, so this time around I thought you could use a little help. Besides, just repeating the main event of the biggest PPV of the year the next month is not what we do around here and I'm sure nobody wants to see you fail for the second month in a row against the same guy. This way, we can both take care of Alfdogg and then it will be just you and me for the title. Of course, I don't see your odds being any better that way either. Hey, Axel wants the title back with the Upstarts, so what better way to do it but have two Upstarts against one champion? Knight is about to blow a gasket as he looks over to Axel. AXEL He has a point, PK. I think it will be a hell of a match and I know that the two of you will get the job done. Knight looks back over at Brock, who now has a small smirk on his face as he looks down at the contract in Knight's hand. Knight looks over at Axel once more before looking Brock right in the eyes. KNIGHT All right, it's on. But once you and me take care of Alfdogg and it's down to Brock Ausstin vs. Peter Knight.....I'm stopping at nothing to get the title I deserve back around my waist. BROCK I wouldn't expect anything else. Knight tosses the paper back onto Axel's desk and exits the office as the camera focuses on Brock watching him leave. *cut to Triple C* COLE And there you have it, folks, the main event for Living Angleously is set! Alfdogg defends the OAOAST Championship against Peter Knight AND Brock Ausstin! CABOOSE A big time match, to be sure. COACH Oh, and this is too good. Alfdogg is going to be overwhelmed, Brock is going to be oversmarted, and the OAOAST Title will fall right into PK's hands. CABOOSE You wish. And did you say "oversmarted?" COACH Oh, I'm sorry, my vocabulary is pretty astounding sometimes. CABOOSE You little... COLE Well speaking of triple threats...MAIN EVENT TIME is NEXT! Zack Malibu defends the HI-YAH Heavyweight title! But first let's send it over to our broadcast colleague "Mean" Gene Okerlund, who's backstage with Tony Brannigan. GENE Tony Brannigan, earlier tonight your tag team partner Dan Black dropped a bombshell on us all, especially Hoff, when he announced his previously scheduled match with Big Daddy H at Living Angleously will now be a SUBMISSION MATCH! TONY There's a move in this sport called the "Rude Awakening," a move that I use in tribute to one of the all time greats in professional wrestling. And that's exactly what Hoff is in store for at Living Angleously -- a rude awakening. He's lit a fire under Dan Black's ass the likes of which I haven't seen in a long time. At Living Angelously Hoff will find out why Dan Black is called the "Ice Heart," because he's going to show no mercy until he hears that snap, crackle and pop from the Heart of Ice crossface! GENE Moments ago we heard comments from one Drek Stone, the man now closely associated with Hoff. He's warned YOU, Tony Brannigan, not to interfere in that match April 30th or you'll suffer the consequence. TONY (laughs) Don't make me laugh, old man. You know, the more I think about it the funnier this whole situation is. Why are the 4 of us at odds? I mean, when you really think about it, Drek Stone and Hoff are a lot alike myself and Mr. Black. We hold no respect for the rule of law. We aren't afraid to stab our friends or family in the back for the sake of power and greed. But one thing we do differ on is respect to the company that made us what we are today, the OAOAST. If it weren't for the OAOAST the lavish lifestyle myself and Mr. Black enjoy wouldn't be quite the same. Oh sure, the ladies would still be there and so would the money, but all those extra zeros wouldn't be. The only zeros here are Drek Stone and Hoff. And he won't be the only one with his hands full at Living Angleously if you decide to stick your nose in Black T business, Stone. You better practice what you preach, boy, because I can tell you right now Dan Black won't need any help from yours truly. Now if you'd excuse me, I have a fine lookin' lady waiting for me out in the back in my limo. * SMOOCH TO THE CAMERA * GENE Thank you very much, Tony Brannigan. He joins the rest of us in looking forward to the big Dan Black-Hoff submission match coming our way Sunday night, April 30th at Living Angelously. It should be a good one. And when we come back, Triple Threat match for the HI-YAH Championship. Stay with us. HeldDOWN~! returns after this quick time out. Edited April 21, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hoff 0 Report post Posted April 21, 2006 As we return to HeldDOWN~!, the sounds of "My Own Summer" by The Deftones come over the speakers in the arena just seconds after the feed is restored. That can only mean one thing for the audience in the arena and at home...that it's time for the HI-YAH Championship Three Way Dance! COLE Welcome back fans, and if you're just tuning in you've picked a great time, because right now, we are about to see three of the most exciting competitors in our company do battle for championship gold! As Triple C hype the main event, an individual with a growing fanbase is making his way to the ring, to the delight of the China fans. CHINESE ANNOUNCER <translation>Ladies and gentlemen, this contest will be contested under Three Way Dance rules, and it will be for the HI-YAH Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, from Honolulu, HI, he has weighed in tonight at two hundred and ninety pounds...The "Samoan Tsunami"...FAQU!</translation> Faqu gets to the ring and raises one arm up high, but gets quite the response. A smirk comes across the face of the Samoan sensation, as he's pleased with the fact that his hard work appears to be earning him respect worldwide. COLE It was one week ago that Zack Malibu put the HI-YAH Championship on the line against Faqu, and the big man was certainly holding his own against Zack, until the interference of Biff Atlas and Flex Phillips ruined the contest! CABOOSE Let's not forget that NRG were simply decoys for the real party crashers, as the trio of Scotty Static, Johnny Jax and Jamie O'Hara sent them out there so that they didn't break their promise to Zack Malibu! COACH Where's your proof, Beretta? CABOOSE Proof? Oh I don't have any proof, Coach, it's purely circumstantial. However, everything turned out alright when your boys got a surprise of their own! COACH Yeah, probably just a few of those Japanese HI-YAH exploding barbed wire fishtank scrappers that Malibu fell in with during his last tour. We're in CHINA now baby...the home of Chinese food... COLE Except here they just call it "food". COACH Whatever...bottom line is, Zack's got double trouble tonight, and no one's gonna save his ass after the fact! "I'm A Hustla" by the criminally minded Cassidy is heard next, as the babyfaced bad boy from Birmingham strolls out, bobbing his head with a thuggish grin on his face. CHINESE ANNOUNCER <translation>Next, hailing from Birmingham, England. He weighs in tonight at one hundred and seventy pounds, JAMIE O'HARA!</translation> COACH C'mon J, you gonna be the man tonight! O'Hara thug-walks his way to the ring, even leaning over the railing and getting in the face of several fans, who don't seem pleased with his debut in their country. COLE He's got guts, I'll give him that. I haven't seen Jamie O'Hara back down from anybody, but that's a quality that just fuels his arrogance. The brash youngster rolls into the ring, blowing past Faqu as if he's a nobody, and climbs up on the ropes, throwing his arms out like WHAT?, then backflips down to the canvas, and tosses off his visor before removing his bling bling. "Getting Away With Murder" is the last song to play, and it's that of the newly dubbed "Modern Day Warrior", the most recognizable face in the OAOAST. CHINESE ANNOUNCER <translation>Now introducing the final participant, the defending HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion...from Providence, Rhode Island, USA, he weighs in tonight at two hundred pounds precisely...he is the Modern Day Warrior...ZACK MALIBU!</translation> CABOOSE Listen to these fans, they love them some Malibu! Zack powerwalks to the ring, slapping some hands on the way while remaining focused on the task at hand...having to overcome two of the OAOAST's brightest rising stars. He slingshots himself over the ropes and poses for the crowd for a moment, then unstraps the championship from around his waist and holds it up for the crowd to see, as the house lights are brought up for the contest to begin. COLE This has all the makings of a classic, and what a match to give the great fans of China as we pass through on the OAOAST World Tour. The bell sounds, and the intimidating Samoan walks slowly of of his corner, keeping his eye mainly on O'Hara, while Zack surveys both challengers. All three men come to a meeting point in the center of the ring, and it's O'Hara who breaks the silence, shoving Zack away and then daring Faqu to lock up with him! CABOOSE Well, this kid's got balls. He's an IDIOT, but he's got balls! Zack moves for O'Hara, but Faqu stops Zack, and then waves O'Hara on, offering a lockup. They tie up, and the big man easily shoves the lanky cruiserweight down to the canvas, having called his bluff. O'Hara gets up and charges Faqu, diving for the legs this time, but Faqu brings his arm down across O'Hara's back, nailing him with forearms before pulling him up to a standing position and cracking him across his wifebeater covered chest with a hard chop! O'Hara reels, but falls victim to another chop, causing just as loud of a smack as before...and this angers the youngster, so he delivers a chop to the chest of Faqu! COACH Ooooh J, I don't know if you wanna do this, man! Faqu snickers, and chops again, dropping O'Hara to one knee. Still, the youngster comes right back up and delivers a hard chop to Faqu's chest. Before the big man can react to it, O'Hara then delivers a hard slap across his face before backing up a step, and calling Faqu out! The big man walks forward and stares down at the smaller O'Hara, who looks right up into the eyes of his rival...and smacks him AGAIN across the face! That's all Faqu can take, but as he goes after Jamie, O'Hara drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, while Zack takes advantage of the situation and attacks from behind, locking Faqu in a rear waistlock. The big man elbows out, then spins around with one of his own, and lifts Zack up, taking him to the mat with a waistlock takedown. He goes for a side headlock, but Malibu slips free, and strikes the big man when he turns around with a hard chop to the chest, and then a European uppercut! Malibu then doubles Faqu over with a kick and tries for a suplex, but Faqu keeps his weight shifted so that Malibu has a tough time getting him off his feet! O'Hara comes back into the fold now and whacks Faqu across the back with a forearm, and then joins Zack in trying to get him over...and they do it successfully, carrying him up and over with a double team suplex! COLE That's some unlikely teamwork for you! Both men get up, and now O'Hara slaps Malibu across the face, then takes the stunned prep by the arm and shoots him to the ropes! Malibu holds up, so O'Hara crashes to the mat as he tries for a front dropkick, and when he sits up Malibu runs forward and blasts him with a basement dropkick, knocking him senseless! Malibu then takes Jamie by the legs and catapults him over the ropes...but Jamie SKINS THE CAT~! back in...RIGHT INTO A BACK SUPLEX...NO! O'Hara floats over, but then finds himself trapped in a rear waistlock by Faqu, who lifts him up...and then throws him through the air, into a rana on Zack! CABOOSE Faqu just used his opponent as a weapon to take his other opponent out! That's one heck of a strategy! O'Hara gets up, and Faqu charges with a clothesline, but the youngster ducks under it and hits the ropes, sliding through Faqu's legs rather than leapfrog him, and then yanks his legs out from under him, and follows up with a jumping elbowdrop to the back of the neck! Jamie then puts the boots (or in this case, sneakers) to Faqu before bringing him to his feet and striking him with some quick forearms to the face. O'Hara sends him to the ropes, but Faqu counters, and when O'Hara gets caught with a powerslam on the rebound, he counters in mid-move and carries Faqu over with a deep arm drag! He gets up and sees Malibu coming from the side, so he spins and delivers a back kick to keel Zack over, then takes his head and tries for a neckbreaker, only to see Faqu storming towards them. Still holding Zack's head, Jamie springs off the canvas, scissoring his legs around Faqu's head...but the big man shows off his power advantage yet again by powerbombing O'Hara down, and simultaneously causing him to snap Zack's neck with a neckbreaker! COLE Double impact on that one, as the chain reaction of the powerbomb also caused O'Hara to bring Zack down with him! Faqu keeps hold of O'Hara's legs, and rolls over, trapping the youngster in a Boston Crab! Jamie screams in pain as Faqu pulls back on the legs, bending the scrawny star in half with the hold, as Malibu rolls off holding his neck. O'Hara tries to wriggle his small frame free, and stretches for the ropes, but Faqu pulls back some more, putting the pressure on the small of the back. Malibu, still shaken from the neckbreaker, gets up, and delivers a hard roundhouse kick between the shoulder blades of the big Samoan...but he doesn't budge! Zack delivers another kick, and this one causes Faqu to release the Boston Crab and stand up to face off with Zack! O'Hara rolls off to the side, and Zack fires off another kick, this time to the leg...but it gets caught, and Faqu counters with a Dragon screw! He pulls Zack's legs up and tries to roll Zack into a submission, but Malibu kicks off, sending the big man onto his back...and O'Hara soars in with a springboard legdrop, timing it perfectly to connect with the Samoan Tsunami! COACH Atta boy, J! They never saw you comin'! O'Hara gets up and throws his arm down, taunting Faqu rather than go for the pin...and then gets spun into a lockup by Zack! He pushes Malibu to the ropes and then sends him off, leapfrogging Zack on his rebound and then hiptossing him on the second! Malibu gets up, and O'Hara charges, springing up and trying for a monkey flip, but Zack shoves him back down! O'Hara charges again, and this time Zack ducks, elevating Jamie up and over...but he lands on the apron! Malibu turns around, but O'Hara takes his head and snaps it over the top rope when he jumps to the floor, and Zack spins around in a daze...right into an STO by Faqu! He covers Zack with a leg hooked, as the referee makes the count... ONE! TW-NO! Faqu pulls Zack up off the canvas and shoots him to the ropes, pressing him up in the air and then throwing him down to the canvas. As Zack reels from the slam, Faqu turns his attention to O'Hara, but once again the youngster goes airborne, springboarding onto Faqu's shoulders and snapping the big man over with a huracanrana! Faqu scrambles for the corner, but O'Hara runs in and hops up on the second rope, and starts wailing on Faqu with lefts and rights, then hops down, drags him out of the corner...and sends him headfirst into it! He takes Faqu by the head and then hops up on the ropes, then kicks off for a Tornado DDT...but Faqu easily pushes O'Hara off...RIGHT INTO A RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX FROM A RECOVERED MALIBU! O'Hara rolls out to the floor under the bottom rope, and when Zack gets up he catches a charging Faqu with a drop toehold, then quickly applies a stepover armbar, yanking back on the right arm of the powerful Samoan! COLE It's a lot of back and forth, a lot of tradeoffs. Not one man has gotten a decisive advantage yet, but the diversity of style in there...the power of Faqu, the speed and aerial ability of O'Hara, and the well-rounded style of Zack Malibu, has produced some great action in the last few minutes! COACH Let's not forget that my man J was all up in that raw meat eater's grill. No fear where we come from! CABOOSE We!? You're from Kansas, and he's from England. COACH But we both came from the streets! CABOOSE Coach, please. You're the whitest black man I know. Malibu keeps a hold of the wrist, and uses his free hand to pull Faqu up by the back of the neck, then wrench the arm again. Faqu paces himself, then counters into an arm wrench of his own, but Malibu swings around and breaks that with a well placed forearm shot across the cheekbone! Zack then hits the ropes and hits a hard larait that staggers, but doesn't drop the big man, so he hits the ropes again! As he bounces off, he's tripped up and yanked to the floor by O'Hara, who starts pummeling him with blows over the back. Faqu regains his composure and sees his two foes out on the floor, so he moves in for the kill, racing for the ropes and jumping OVER them, clearing them with a no hands plancha that sends him crashing down onto both O'Hara and Malibu! COLE The big man flies again, with the grace of a cruiserweight! COACH Oh now he done did it, cramping my man J's style! The Chinese crowd pick up on the efforts of the big man, chanting "FAQU" loudly as he gets up from the dive. He pulls Zack up and sends him across ringside, crashing into the barrier, while O'Hara gets picked up and pressed over his head, then tossed into the ring between the middle of the ropes, landing flat on his face! The burly Samoan then climbs up on the apron and steps back into the ring, and delivers a hard running soccer kick to O'Hara as he pushes up on all fours, sending him rolling across the canvas! O'Hara gets led up to his feet again and sent into the corner, crashing hard before Faqu goes in motion, charging towards the corner...AND O'HARA JUMPS OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST SECOND! Faqu crashes hard sternum first, and bounces back, right into a reverse DDT from O'Hara! Jamie covers, hoping it's enough to keep the big man down! ONE! TWO! NO! Faqu easily pushes Jamie up off of him, but as he comes to his feet, he's rocked with a pair of European uppercuts, then is held by the head as O'Hara kicks him hard in the stomach, and tucks his head under Faqu's chin, jumping downward and smashing it into his cranium with a jawbreaker! Faqu is once again stumbling on his own two feet, so O'Hara hits the ropes, and connects with a jump spinning roundhouse, cracking the big man across his chest and dropping him to the canvas! He steps out to the apron, but before he can follow up, he's yanked to the floor by Malibu, who hits an inverted atomic drop, then throws O'Hara across the ringside area with a release overhead belly to belly suplex! Malibu then gets up on the apron, and it's he who springboards in, tucking his body and then pushing out as he crashes down on Faqu with a springboard frog splash! He hooks the leg, and now the champion is looking to eliminate one of his challengers! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COLE Once again the big man fights out of a pin attempt... CABOOSE He's got the endurance to last. He's just got to keep his focus, because he knows that he's the main target of both O'Hara and Malibu. Once he's out of there, it's a much more even playing field! Malibu gets up, but as he does he's spun around and sent to the corner by O'Hara, who watches on as Malibu slams back first against the turnbuckles. Jamie then walks over and hoists Malibu up onto the top rope, sitting him there before climbing up on the ropes himself. He squeezes Malibu's cheeks in and mouths off to him a bit, then climbs up on the top rope and prepares for a rana...but Malibu slides an arm through his legs and pulls him up across his shoulders! The crowd comes alive once again as O'Hara tries to kick free, but Malibu is able to power up with Jamie across his shoulders... ...AND HE LEAPS OFF THE ROPES WITH THE HONOR ROLL~! Malibu rolls to his feet after driving O'Hara into the canvas...AND GETS PICKED UP ONTO FAQU'S SHOULDERS...DEATH VALLEY DRIVER ON MALIBU! COACH Damn! Two for one special! CABOOSE Malibu just could have had O'Hara eliminated there, until Faqu took him and drove his neck into the canvas! Faqu covers Malibu, hoping to eliminate the champion first! ONE! TWO! FOOT ON THE ROPES~! COACH LAME! Faqu drags Zack away from the ropes, and hooks the leg, pressing his weight down on Zack during this second attempt! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COLE He kicked out again! Faqu gets up, and seeing that Malibu is still fighting off defeat, moves towards O'Hara, diving onto him and pulling a leg back, figuring the Honor Roll has him primed for elimination. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COLE And Jamie O'Hara kicks out as well! CABOOSE Welcome to the home of the stubborn athlete! COACH The NFL? CABOOSE Har. Faqu drags O'Hara up off the canvas, and lifts him up onto his shoulder before swinging him back down, gut-first, across his knee! O'Hara coughs and gags after having the wind knocked out of him, and Faqu shoves him backwards into the corner, then tears his 'beater off his body, exposing his skin for a rather STIFF~! chop! And a second! And a third! And a fourth! CABOOSE He's going to cave his chest in! O'Hara slumps down, but Faqu grabs him by the head and stands him right back up, then delivers some playful slaps, taunting O'Hara's courage from earlier, then delivers a headbutt that stuns him! With O'Hara prone against the turnbuckles, Faqu backs up and then charges in...but Jamie gets a boot up and catches him in the face, knocking him away! Faqu teeters back, but then charges in again...and O'Hara kips up and drives BOTH feet into his face, staggering the big man once again...AND HE TURNS RIGHT INTO A SCHOOL'S OUT FROM OUT OF NOWHERE~! COLE Malibu just got to his feet, but that was great pres...WAITAMINUTE! O'Hara races out of the corner, catching the Samoan Tsunami as he falls back, and cradles him with a schoolboy...HOLDING THE TIGHTS FOR LEVERAGE! COLE REF! HEY REF! ONE! TWO! THREE! *DING* *DING* *DING* CABOOSE Faqu just got taken out the easy way! COACH The easy way or the hard way, as long as he's out that's all that matters! The crowd boo's, not happy with O'Hara's tactic. The cocky Brit only has minimal time to celebrate though, as Malibu spins him around and starts rocking him with right hands before sending him to the ropes...reversal, and O'Hara catches Zack with a rana...but Zack rolls through...and O'Hara rolls through that...and delivers a hard stomp to the midsection! Zack howls in pain, and O'Hara goes "WHAT?!" to his fallen foe. Meanwhile, Faqu is on his way up the aisle, holding his jaw, but looking back at Jamie O'Hara for screwing him out of the HI-YAH Title for the second week in a row. COLE That is not a happy man right there, and I can't blame him. For as hard as he's worked, it's been a rough past few weeks for Faqu. COACH Yeah yeah, we all have our days, now let's keep our attention where it belongs...on my man SupaJay as he becomes the HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion! With Malibu down, O'Hara sits atop him and throws some punches from the mount, then pulls Zack up and snapmares him over before delivering a dropkick to the back of the neck. He then stands over Zack, kicks his leg out and swings it back, and somersaults, delivering a legdrop upon landing to Zack Malibu! O'Hara covers, and waits for the ref's hand to hit the mat three times... ONE! TWO! TH-NO! ...but it doesn't! He stays on offense, bringing Zack up and hooking him for a suplex, but before he can be carried over, Malibu counters with a small package, cradling O'Hara for the pin! ONE! TWO! NO! O'HARA MANAGES TO ROLL ZACK INTO A PIN! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COLE So close...for BOTH of them! Both men get up, and O'Hara tries for a spin kick...but Zack ducks it, and hooks his waist...GERMAN SUPLEX! Malibu holds on, pulling O'Hara up again...SECOND GERMAN! Another roll through, and Malibu lifts for a THIRD GERMAN...but O'Hara flips over his back, then onto his shoulders...INVERTED HURACANRANA ON ZACK MALIBU~! COACH HE GOT HIM! OH YEAH C'MON JAY-OH! O'Hara rolls Malibu over, as the crowd not-so-anxiously awaits to see if this is it for the HI-YAH Champion! ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! NO! KICKOUT! COACH DAMMIT! CABOOSE Zack got caught off guard, but not enough to lose his will to win! COLE Or his HI-YAH Heavyweight Title! Could you imagine what would happen if Jamie O'Hara won that belt!? COACH Hey! Nothin' wrong with the J-Man earning some bling bling finally! CABOOSE Yeah, but he'd probably do something stupid...like make the center plate spin. COACH ... O'Hara yanks Zack off the canvas, and fires off two chops to the chest of the popular prep, then jumps up on his shoulders for another rana...but Zack shoves him backwards off his shoulders and down to his feet...and catches him as he comes forward with an inverted lungblower! COLE Oooouch! He just drove both knees into the chest of O'Hara! CABOOSE What chest!? O'Hara bounces back, folding his arms over his chest in pain, and as he struggles to his feet, Malibu bounces off the ropes and springs off the canvas, exposing his knee and driving it into O'Hara's head with his patented ZACK ATTACK~! O'Hara topples to the canvas, and Malibu hooks a leg, holding him down for what he hopes to be the end of the contest. ONE! TWO! THREE! *DING* *DING* *DING* CABOOSE Great match! Zack Malibu deserved that victory! COLE He certainly...now wait a second, come ON! No sooner has the bell been rung than Scotty Static and Johnny Jax have hit the ring, attacking Zack from behind as he pulls himself off his defeated foe! COLE Dammit, when will they stop? They wanted respect, they GOT respect, but they're still making life miserable for Malibu! COACH Sometimes it's not just about respect, Mikey Cole! When you're making a name for yourself, you might find yourself needin' to do it at the expense of others! Jax holds Malibu back while Scotty peppers him with jabs, then takes him by the head so that Jax can hit the ropes and flatten Malibu with a YAKUZA KICK~! Together, the GPX put the boots to Zack, as the crowd boos loudly, until everyone is taken by surprise by a BLACKOUT~! COLE What...not again! CABOOSE We saw this last week and we know what happened! The crowd murmurs and buzzes, waiting to see what could take place once the lights come back on. As the spotlights come back, the crowd begins cheering wildly, as the three masked individuals from last week have made their return, still brandishing their weaponry! COLE It's the same trio from last week! COACH How did they get to China!?! CABOOSE The same way you did. COACH That lyin' bastard, he said I was his first! CABOOSE Coach, I don't EVEN wanna know. The GPX and O'Hara are at a standoff with the three men, and dare them to put down their weapons. The mystery men do not back down, and all of them slowly drop their arms, releasing their chain, kendo stick, and barbed wire bat respectively. After dropping the weapons, they come forward, and now the GPX and O'Hara have gotten what they ask for! Everything is at a standstill until the GPX and O'Hara strike...and now there's a pier six brawl in the ring! COLE The GPX...O'Hara...all hell has broken loose! The masked men fight back, and fight strong, quickly dispatching of both Static and Jax! As they regroup on the floor, O'Hara soon realizes he's the only one in the ring...and he starts daring them to come at him three on one, not backing down! The three men approach, ready to take care of the Birmingham Bad Boy...and Malibu has now gotten up, and throws him to the wolves! Together, the three men hammer O'Hara down, until one of them seperates the other two from the youngster, and sets him up in a standing headscissor...then jumps over his back, holding onto Jamie's waist and pulling him over with the flip, into a piledriver! CABOOSE HOLY MOTHER! COLE A Canadian Destroyer is what it's called in some parts of the world, but whatever you wanna call that version of it...it just spiked Jamie O'Hara's head into the canvas! O'Hara rolls out of the ring clutching his head, and he's quickly scooped up by Static and Jax, who are now wild-eyed with both anger and shock. Malibu walks to the ropes, eyeing them as they back up the aisleway, and then looks over his shoulder at the three men flanking him, and just smiles back at the GPX. COLE We didn't know for sure last week, but it would seem...that Zack Malibu...Zack Malibu has something to do with the appearances of these men! COACH Well DUH. CABOOSE But who are they? OAOAST? HI-YAH? What type of game is Zack playing with the GPX and Jamie O'Hara? OAOAST personnel swarm the aisleway, heading towards the ring to grab the intruders, but Malibu tells them all to stay back. He turns to the trio and nods, and the man standing center, the one clutching the barbed wire bat, nods back. Within seconds, the trio exits the far side of the ring, and hops the aisleway, exiting through the sea of fans just as they did one week ago. COACH Go after them! Go! COLE There's no reason. Apparently Malibu has given his word they're not a threat to... COACH A threat to WHO? They just bounced Jamie's head off the mat like a superball! Malibu hops out of the ring, and is handed his HI-YAH Championship, which he drapes over his shoulder. As he walks up the aisle, every face he looks at is confused, as everyone just wants to know one thing... ...what is Zack Malibu up to? FADE TO BLACK Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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