KingPK 0 Report post Posted May 26, 2006 COLE We're heading into our next pay-per-view extravaganza, School's Out and tonight, HeldDOWN comes to you from Cameron, North Carolina. Hello everyone, I'm Michael Cole along with Caboose and The Coach as always and fellas, we are heading for a war in three days. COACH That's right, Cole. The hours can't pass any faster for Peter Knight as he continues to prepare to take his title back from Alfdogg in the Stairway to Hell match. Alf's been in some tough matches in his career, but he ain't seen nothing yet. COLE Last week, Knight said he may give Alf a "preview" of what he is in for this Sunday night, and that has put not only the locker room, but everyone backstage on edge. CABOOSE Knight is completely obsessed right now. If someone wants to get in his way tonight, it's his funeral. COLE We have a lot more for you tonight, including our main event, a HI-YAH Tag Team Title match between the champions D*LUX and the challengers, The Beverly Hills Blondes. COACH Accompanied by the LOVELY Mackenzie DeCenzo, as always. COLE Thunderkid will also be in action tonight, going up against Mr. Boricua. But first up, let's go to the ring and welcome back a couple of OAOAST stars who are scheduled to participate this Sunday at School's Out. The sound of the Deftones' "My Own Summer" welcomes two superstars back from a successful tour of Mexico. The two superstars in question, James Blonde and Faqu, come to the ring dressed in standard attire, looking to speak rather than fight...for now, at least. COLE Great to see James Blonde and Faqu back. They were off competing with several other HI-YAH superstars at the Lucha Libre Azteca promotion in Mexico for several weeks, and now this Sunday have to prepare for a Three Way Dance we're they'll both be in action, against their friend...although that term could be used loosely these days...Zack Malibu, who is putting the HI-YAH Championship on the line! CABOOSE It's a weird situation for Blonde and Faqu, despite being no strangers to having to take each other on. They did it in the past, and even recently at Two For The Money during Anglemania this past year. However, the real question here is if recent events has led to a complete breakdown of trust between the duo and Malibu. Everyone knows Blonde and Faqu don't approve of Zack's hooking up with The Wildcards, and I certainly don't blame them...but is it simply because they felt slighted for not being picked by Malibu to aid him in his war with The Hooligans, or is it because they, like many of us, feel The Wildcards were the wrong choice to lure to the OAOAST? COACH You know, maybe if you two would shut up, we'd find out! Brother's got the mic! James Blonde does indeed have the mic, and he wastes no time in addressing the crowd. BLONDE I've got a few things I'd like to say, and I know the big man does too, but before we say or do anything, there's one man who needs to be out here with us. Zack Malibu, come on out of your dressing room and into this ring, because we're gonna clear the air right now. COLE Whoa, wasting not time in getting to the point! Blonde and Faqu want Malibu in the ring, face to face! CABOOSE The tension has been boiling over for weeks now. The OAOAST seems to be firmly against the arrival of The Wildcards, save for Malibu, although I'm not even sure if that's the case, as he seems to be on the fence with them as well! COACH Yeah, until he turned into of of 'em by smashin' up my man J's face with the bottle a few weeks ago! After several moments of silence, "Getting Away With Murder" is cued, and the fans leap off their seats and to their feet at the impending arrival of the HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion. Malibu, seemingly aware of the situation, has a mic in one hand, prepared to speak up if he needs to. Blonde and Faqu back up and give Malibu space as he enters the ring, and after throwing the HI-YAH belt back over his shoulder, he extends a hand to both men, who accept it, albeit while simply glaring back at Malibu. COLE There is not a lot of happiness in this ring right now. With his theme faded out, Malibu steps back, and motions to Blonde and Faqu that the floor is theirs. BLONDE Zack, we'll get to School's Out and the HI-YAH Championship match in a minute or two, but right now, I want to get a few things off my chest. No doubt the big man will have something to add to it too, but let's just lay it on the line. About a month ago, you pulled off a coup. You managed to secure three talents, two of which have binding contracts with a company that is technically opposition, and brought them to the OAOAST. Without anyone knowing what was going on, these guys showed up, supposedly to help you, and all they're doing is causing more trouble than they're worth. Faqu and I...it's not jealousy, Zack. It's not that you didn't look to us for help...we're grown men, and we're past that. It's the fact that as friends, Zack, we're telling you that these guys aren't good for you. They're not good for the company, because they're ruining the reputations of both, and... MALIBU OK, hang on, hang on right there. RUINING my reputation? Let me make one thing perfectly clear...my reputation speaks for itself. I'm a man of responsibility, and I've taken responsibility for bringing the Wildcards into the company, not to mention I've taken responsibility for my own actions recently. So my reputation shouldn't be in question here. BLONDE Alright Zack, then let me clarify...maybe not your professional reputation, but what about your personal one? What about your friends, Zack? Not just me, not just Faqu, but guys in the back...guys like...Leon Rodez, your former tag team partner? Guys like Alfdogg, who you came up with? Your reputation is hurting where it counts the most Zack...it's hurting within the company, the same company that YOU are supposed to be the heart of. MALIBU And again, it's another matter I've addressed. I've seen the glares, I've felt the ice in people's veins when I walk into the locker room area these days, and you know what, that's my cross to bear, but again I ask...where were THEY when I was getting my ass handed to me by The Hooligans? Where were they when I was dripping blood on the ground out in the parking lot? We were supposed to put up a UNITED FRONT, you know it, I know it, and everyone else knows it, but saying and doing are two different things, and that's why it seems that I've been going at it alone lately. Not to mention that things got too...predictable. It had to be shaken up, it had to be a drastic measure, and so I went out and found the three toughest bastards I could...with no worries of retribution in their minds, because the more times they get to kick some ass, the better! BLONDE But you did it at the expense of your OWN reputation! MALIBU Why don't you stop talking about MY reputation and start working on establishing one of your own! "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" The crowd is shocked, and Blonde's eyes widen. Faqu watches on, still remaining silent amongst all this. MALIBU Let's get one thing straight, James. For years, you guys struggled. You were cast off as enhancement talent, managed to get a deal overseasm, and wound up becoming some of the top foreign talent in HI-YAH. You came back here, trying to wash away that stigma, but it sticks with you. It sticks with both of you and maybe...maybe that's what this is? That you didn't get enough rub by being my friend, that you're trying to make a name for yourself by taking a stand against me!? You're getting a god damn TITLE SHOT on Sunday, so why don't you try being grateful? BLONDE You think a title shot is going to just wash away everything that's gone on? That I should kiss your ass for putting me in a title match? I DESERVE A TITLE MATCH after the hell I've been through to re-establish myself. You gave my partner two title shots that both wound up with him getting screwed, and now you're trying to play us against each other on Sunday! MALIBU I'm not playing anyone against anyone. HI-YAH officials talked to me and we came to an agreement that yes, you deserved a title shot, and yes, so did Faqu, for the same reasons you just stated. You guys spent a while at each others throats, and you had no problem taking each other on in Two For The Money, so what's the big deal now? Are we gonna go through more of this he said, she said bull, or are we going to go out there and kick each others asses and give the people the match of a lifetime on Sunday night!? The crowd roars at Malibu's declaration of wanting a MOTY candidate come School's Out, but the tension is still apparent. BLONDE I've got no problem with Sunday night. Me and the big man... MALIBU You know, James...maybe you should let HIM speak for himself. Blonde pauses, and he turns to his partner, who slowly extends his hand and grabs the mic. The crowd roars as the big Samoan, who is gaining in popularity, brings the mic up to talk. FAQU Zack Malibu...my partner has done a good job describing my feelings. But this Sunday, I get an outlet for my frustration. I get to show you, not tell you, what it meant to be screwed out of the HI-YAH Championship TWICE. I get relieve some of the hostility we've shown towards each other regarding The Wildcards. I'm grateful for the opportunity, I respect you as a man, and I respect my partner...but I am willing to go through the both of you to become a champion. Faqu hands the mic back to Blonde, who doesn't seem surprised by his partners statement. After all, they've fought before. He just appears taken aback by the Samoan's grim determination. BLONDE You know what, I'm willing to go through you too. We always said that if it came down to it, we'd throw all allegiance aside and go toe to toe to get what we want. No matter who walks out of that ring on Sunday though, Zack...that's still just the beginning. I don't care if I'm wearing the championship, if Faqu is, or if you are...Sunday night is just the first step...three of the most gifted athletes in the game venting all their wordly frustrations...after that, it's onto The Wildcards, because come hell or high water, Zack...SOMETHING needs to be done about them, whether you're with us, or not. MALIBU Whether I'm with YOU or not? Now you're trying to recruit me? Are you kidding? You want to go after the Wildcards, go ahead...but by saying what you just said, you made your first mistake. You're thinking past this Sunday, and THAT, my FRIENDS...could prove to be your biggest mistake yet. Angered, Malibu throws his mic down and storms off, leaving Blonde and Faqu to briefly glare at each other before looking on as Malibu heads up the aisleway, the HI-YAH belt safe over his shoulder...at least for another three days. We cut to the back and find Josh Matthews standing in front of a door. JOSH Josh Matthews standing by here in the back. Just a few minutes before we went live, Peter Knight arrived here in Cameron and, without a word to anyone, went into this locker room behind me. Myself and the other backstage reporters knew that someone had to wait in front of this door to try and get a word with Alfdogg's challenger and, well, I drew the short straw. I'll be standing by all night to see if Mr. Knight will be willing to speak with me live....but I'm not going to try and press the issue. I got my ravishing good looks to protect. (Camera shakes slightly) Stop laughing, Jim. So stay tuned, HeldDOWN will return after this. 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KingPK 0 Report post Posted May 26, 2006 As we return, we cut to a local hardware store, where Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly are looking around. Fly picks up a big 2 X 4, when Reject comes walking onto the aisle. REJECT Well, Colombian Heat! Fancy seein' you here!... Hey, is that your son? Be careful with that, kid! *Fly turns around with the board, as Reject pulls his head back.* FLY I ain't no kid, man! HEAT Yeah, why don't you back off, man? REJECT So, I see you two are going for that big School's Out match! I just hope you don't spend too much, because it's not going to matter what you've bought once I win that match. And when I'm done with you two, you're going to feel like a couple of strippers leaving a Duke frat party! *crowd boos* *Heat gets right up in Reject's face.* HEAT Is that right, man? REJECT Yeah, that's right. Suddenly, the South Central Militia appear out of nowhere and attack Heat and Fly! Reject looks on, getting a couple of cheap shots in, until the Mad Cappa appears to make it an even battle! All six men battle it out over the store, and Reject blasts Fly over the head with a floor tile! Security finally arrives to break up the mee-lay! (BACK TO SOFA CENTRAL) COLE Looks like the competitors in this Sunday's Sunday Detention match for the Heartland Title. CABOOSE Those guys can brawl all they want, because Brock Ausstin is the guy you'll have to watch out for in that match. LIGHTNING CREW! No Chance in Hell hits and the LC's Mr. Boricua makes his way out. He has various exchanges with fans as he walks to the ring. COLE Speaking of Sunday Detention, two of the competitors in that match are about to get it on right now. BUFFER The following contest is shceduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 300 pounds, and hailing from Tijuana, Mexico! He is a member of the LIGHTNING CREW...MISSSSSSSSSSSSTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRICCCCCUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! COLE And Mr. Boricua will meet Thunderkid here tonight, but at Living Angleously, his mentor, Tha Puerto Rican, attacked TK with this chairshot during his match with Reject! *footage is shown of said chairshot* CABOOSE And PR was suspended from the OAOAST the next show, and with no explanation of his actions towards TK! God of Thunder hits and Thunderkid makes his way to the ring, getting a nice pop. BUFFER His opponent, hailing from Green Bay, Wisconsin, and weighing in at 250 pounds...THUNDERKID!!!!! TK poses on one buckle, then jumps off and goes at Boricua! *DING DING DING* TK knocks Boricua down in the corner, and kicks away at him! COACH TK should be disqualified! Mr. Boricua wasn't ready for this attack! COLE Well, as he waits for PR's suspension to end, it looks like he's going to give him a little sample of what's to come! TK picks up Boricua and whips him to the opposite corner, following him in with a clothesline! Boricua falls out into the ropes, and TK runs to the opposite side and takes him over the top with a clothesline! COLE TK on fire in the early going! TK follows Boricua over the top with a PLANCHA~! He hammers away at him on the floor, then tosses him back into the ring. TK rolls in, and delivers a gutwrench suplex! He then picks Boricua up and whips him into the corner. This time, however, Boricua gets his foot up, and TK runs right into it! COLE How quickly the tide can turn in professional wrestling! COACH Thank you, Mr. Monsoon. CABOOSE TK came out too overzealous in the early going, and he's going to pay for it now, perhaps. Boricua catches his breath, then grabs TK, and delivers a big bodyslam! He then backs into the ropes, and goes for a legdrop, but TK rolls out of the way! TK gets up, and starts hammering away, then floors Boricua with a clothesline! A dropkick, and Boricua is to the outside once again! COLE But TK comes right back! Boricua this time takes an 8-count, then climbs back into the ring. Boricua challenges TK to a test of strength. TK slowly raises his hand, locking it in with that of Mr. Boricua. He then locks the other hand, and they clash into each other, each one trying to gain the edge. The hands come up, and Mr. Boricua's are on top. CABOOSE And Mr. Boricua, with the leverage advantage here, looking like he's going to break TK down! TK indeed starts going to his knees, and Boricua powers him down, gloating as TK's knees hit the mat. Boricua keeps him there as the referee asks TK if he wants to give it up. TK says no, then gathers a burst of energy, and starts powering back up! The fans urge him on as he gets to his feet! When he does, however, Boricua gives him a foot to the gut, and puts him back down to one knee. TK powers back to his feet seconds later, then kicks a hand and flips around, then delivers an armdrag! COLE And Mr. Boricua has just not had an answer for anything TK has done tonight! Boricua charges TK, and gets caught in a side headlock! Boricua quickly gets to his feet, and pushes TK into the ropes. Boricua puts his head down, and TK delivers a kick, then whips Boricua. TK goes for a dropkick, but Boricua hangs onto the ropes, and TK crashes into the mat on the back of his head! COACH And the tide turns again! Boricua drops to the mat and applies a chokehold as the referee lays a count on him. Boricua releases at four, then picks TK up and slams him again. He follows with a big splash! 1... 2... Kickout! Boricua picks up TK and sends him into the ropes. TK ducks a clothesline, but gets caught with a big boot coming off the other side! Boricua drops an elbow, and covers... 1... 2... Kickout! Boricua whips TK into a corner, then charges in with an AVALANCHE! TK falls back to the mat, and Boricua goes to the top rope! CABOOSE That's a big man going upstairs! Boricua flies off the top for a splash, but TK rolls out of the way! The referee starts counting... 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! 4!!! 5!!! 6!!! 7!!! 8!!! TK sits up, and Boricua slowly follows. Boricua throws a right hand, but TK blocks and delivers one of his own! Another attempt, another block, another returned! What I just typed one more time! TK starts firing off rights, but Boricua goes to the eyes! Boricua whips TK into the ropes, but TK leapfrogs, then catches Boricua with a belly-to-belly! COLE And TK starting to get cooking once again! TK picks up Boricua, and delivers a fallaway slam! He then waits on Boricua to get up, and sets up a BICYCLE KICK~!...but Boricua pulls the referee in the way! COLE OH, and the referee is out of it! COACH Good riddance! TK stays on Boricua, slugging away, when Thomas Rodriguez rushes down. COLE Oh, wait a minute! Rodrgiuez slides in and grabs the arm of TK, admonishing him, when TK decks him with a big right hand! Boricua sneaks behind with a low blow, then dusts off Rodriguez, who is holding the side of his face. They both stomp away at TK, until Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly rush to the ring for the save! The LC members do battle with Heat & Fly, then Reject runs to the ring and attacks TK! Reject and TK slug it out on the outside, then all the challengers rush out and it's a big free-for-all as the crowd goes crazy! Jack Beam hammers away at Charlie Moss of Team Heyross, while Jumbo attempts to fight off both members of the South Central Militia until Mike Guerriero helps him out! The Mad Cappa and Quentin Benjamin do battle, with Tony Capella joining in. COLE And it's a free-for-all here on HeldDOWN~! As the referee finally starts to come to, Black Sweat by Prince hits and Mister Warrior runs down to and around the ring, seemingly oblivious to the battles going on around him. He slides into the ring, bounces off all the ropes, and clotheslines the referee just as he gets to his feet! He then shakes the ropes and reaches to the sky, before jumping out and running to the back as the music continues to play. Quentin Benjamin looks on with a strange look on his face. COACH ...what the HELL was that about? COLE I don't know, but this Sunday, it's going to be all about the Heartland championship for all these men, as they challenge Brock Ausstin, as well as one another, in the Sunday Detention match at School's Out! We cut to the back quickly and find Brock Ausstin himself watching the scene in the ring on a monitor. He laughs and slaps the Heartland Title belt on his shoulder. BROCK That's it guys. Make my job easier. He walks off as we fade out. 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KingPK 0 Report post Posted May 26, 2006 As we fade back in, we see Josh Matthews still waiting outside Peter Knight's locker room. Josh whistles Golddigger to himself, oblvious to the fact that he is on camera. COLE As you can see, Josh Matthews is still standing by awaiting any possible comments by Peter Knight. As we said at the top of the show, this Sunday at School's Out, Knight will challenge the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion Alfdogg for one last time. Here's how this match came about. AngleMania V April 2nd, 2006 Courtesy: OAOAST Home Entertainment Available Now! Alf stands straight on the top rope as the fans ready their cameras. Alf takes those last breaths before leaping for the FIVE.... STAR..... ALF...... SPLASH!!! *BAM* "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" CABOOSE HE HIT IT!! COLE HE GOT IT!!!! The impact knocks the wind out of Alf slightly and he grabs his ribs, gasping for the precious oxygen he needs to roll over and flop on top of Knight, making sure he hooks the leg as Hebner crawls over to make the count. ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! *DING DING* COLE YES!!! IT'S OVER!!! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!! Hebner hands the belt off to Alfdogg and raises his hand to the crowd. Alf cradles the belt in his arms like a newborn before thrusting it into the air to a blinding sea of flashbulbs. BUFFER LLLLLadies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest.....and NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW One and Only Anglesault Thread Heavyweight Champion of the WOOOOOOOOORLLLLLLLLLLLD....AAAAAALFDOGGGGGGGGGG!!!! Living Angleously April 30th, 2006 Courtesy: OAOAST Home Entertainment Alf picks up Brock, and tosses him into the ring, then hooks the SHARPSHOOTER~!!! However, he releases to deliver a SUPERKICK~! to Rick Heyross, who has jumped up on the apron! PK drills Alf with a clothesline, as Brock once again rolls to the outside. PK sets Alf up for the KNIGHTMARE~!!!!!11111, but Alf slips behind and hits a SUPERKICK~!, sending Knight to the floor, where Brock Ausstin scoops him up... CABOOSE Uh-oh, say goodbye to the French! ...and delivers an F-STUNNER-5 THROUGH THE FRENCH TABLE~!!! COLE All three tables gone, one for each man! As Alf goes to the apron, Brock grabs a chair and BLASTS him over the head with it! COLE And Alf's SKULL leaving an imprint in that chair! COACH And Alf's bleeding too, now! That makes all three in that department, as well! Brock rolls into the ring and watches as Alf crawls towards him, getting a smirk on his face. Brock holds his arms out to the crowd, drawing MASSIVE boos. He smacks Alf a couple times, then holds them out again...but Alf gathers one last burst of energy, grabs Brock's legs, and applies the SHARPSHOOTER~!!! to an ENORMOUS pop! COLE Sharpshooter once again, and no one in sight to save Brock Ausstin! Will the third time be the charm? CABOOSE Look at Alf cinch back, look at the look on his face! Brock crawls to the ropes, but Alf pulls him back out to the center! COLE And now they're right back in the middle of the ring! PK slowly starts to crawl back to the ring! COACH Hurry up, Peter! I don't think Brock can hold out much longer! PK reaches the apron, as Brock reaches for the same side, but Alf pulls him back once again! PK just now realizes what is going on, and struggles to pull himself back in, reaching out for Brock! Alf makes one last pull... ...and BROCK TAPS!!! The home crowd of Alf goes BALLISTIC~! *DING DING DING* COACH NO!!! COLE WE HAVE A WINNER! The camera pans directly to PK's bloody face, which has a shocked look on it. He then buries it in his hands on the mat, as Alf releases the hold and the referee raises his hand. BUFFER The winner of the match...and STILL OAOAST Heavyweight champion of the WORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLD...ALFDOGG!!!!! HeldDOWN~! May 4th, 2006 KNIGHT .....there was just too many variables out of my control in that match. Just like I had no control over Stephen Joseph screwing me out of the title in the first place at AngleMania, I had no control over Brock Ausstin wrapping one hand around his throat while his other hand tapped out. So, that got me to thinking; how I can be assured that I can get one more crack at the title one-on-one with Alfdogg where NOBODY can get involved and we can finally see who is the better man? HeldDOWN~! May 11th, 2006 (Alf and Knight are face to face in the ring) KNIGHT At School's Out, May 28th....I challenge you to a match for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title. But this won't be a normal title match. Alfdogg, I challenge you to a "Stairway to Hell" match! ..... Surrounding us, there will be a 15-foot high cell that will enclose not only the ring, but the entire ringside area as well. Once we are in the ring, the door will be padlocked shut, preventing any escape. In opposite corners of that cell will be a ladder. Why a ladder? Because in the roof of that cell there will be a hole and through that hole there will be a cable...and at the end of that cable will be that (jabbing a finger into the title belt), the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship. I think you can figure out how you will get to that title. However, just because you can't win the title on a pinfall or submission, that doesn't mean that they won't count in this match. When one of us scores a pinfall and submission in THIS match, he will have a twenty second head start to begin his climb to the prize. The first man to climb the ladder and take that title into his posession will be the champion. There will be no disqualifications, no countouts...no rules. Nobody can interfere, so there will be no controversy. .... At School's Out, you can walk into that cell and shut me up once and for all. You just better be ready for the absolute brawl of your life....because I sure as hell will be. (As Knight walks up the ramp) ALFDOGG Hey, Knight!! You're on!! (BACK TO SC) CABOOSE I'm with him all the way, but I sure hope Alf knows what he signed for. COACH He signed his own death warrant, that's what. COLE This match won't be for the faint at heart, but it should be a hell of a war this Sunday. The camera cuts to the parking lot where Brains & Brawn are at jivin’ about, the OAOAST World Tag Team Championship belts in their possessions. The crowd boos the moment the two Lightning Crew members are shown. Vitamin X is in his street clothes and is once again holding Synth Esizer’s tag belt, and Cuban Wall is holding Logan “Usher” Mann’s belt. Both name plates on the belts have been crossed out with black spray-paint. Vitamin X is polishing his belt, while Cuban Wall stares at his. VITAMIN X Yeah, we are on a roll, are we not? CUBAN WALL Yeah, you’re right about that, X. Brains & Brawn are kicking ass and taking names. Not only do we have The Heavenly Rockers number, but we also got their belts! The crowd boos. VX Ha ha! Yeah. We do! But it really is great. These past 3 weeks have been great. I’ve really rebounded from AngleMania. There’s just one question though. CUBAN WALL What? VX Why do I have to have Synth Esizer’s belt? I HATE Synth Esizer! Can I have Logan’s belt? Wall looks at Vitamin X with an annoyed expression on his face. CUBAN WALL X, the tag belts both look the same. It really doesn’t matter what Rocker is on the nameplate. Besides, we blacked them out with the spray-paint! VX I don’t care! I want Logan’s belt! WALL X, the belts are the same, and no, I’m not giving you Logan’s belt. It’s mine! VX But I want it! Give it to me! CUBAN WALL No. VX Yes! WALL No. VX Yes. WALL No. VX Yes! WALL No! VX YES! WALL NO! VX YES!!! Cuban Wall punches Vitamin X in the jaw! VITAMIN X I’ll just keep Synth’s belt. WALL That’s better. Good boy. VX So, when do we actually, you know, FIGHT the Heavenly Rockers and become World Tag Team Champions? CUBAN WALL I don’t know, man. It’s all up to The Rockers. And frankly, I’m a bit disappointed in them. We’ve held the belts for over a week now, and they STILL haven’t come for them. I mean, I thought these belts meant the world to them! Why haven’t they showed up for them yet? VX Because they’re afraid of Brains & Brawn! That’s why! CUBAN WALL I was just about to say that. Thanks for interrupting me, you idiot! VX Sorry. WALL Anyway, The Heavenly Rockers are terrified of Brains & Brawn. The last two times we collided, they got beat up! They don’t want to go through that a third time! VITAMIN X Ha! Ha! Yeah that’s right! BOO-YAH~! CW Stop saying boo-yah. Vitamin X looks at Cuban Wall. He inches closer to Wall. VITAMIN X (in a whisper) Boo-yah. Cuban Wall punches Vitamin X in the jaw! VITAMIN X I asked for that. Suddenly, Vitamin X gets knocked in the back of his head with a Kendo Stick! LOGAN “USHER” MANN You asked for that too! The crowd cheers as Logan beats on Vitamin X with the Kendo Stick! Meanwhile, Synth Esizer has run into the picture with a Kendo Stick of his own, and is attacking Cuban Wall with it! The World Tag Team Champions beat on the men who have stolen their belts while the crowd cheers! COLE It’s the Heavenly Rockers! They’ve come to take the Tag Titles back! CABOOSE Ah, what are they doing? This is a sneak attack! They’re pearl harboring Brains & Brawn! COLE Just like Brains & Brawn pearl harbored The Rockers two weeks ago! Synth Esizer beats on Vitamin X, and Logan Mann takes care of Cuban Wall. The two teams brawl, with The Heavenly Rockers getting the upper hand! COLE And it looks like Brains & Brawn are about to lose the World Tag Team Titles! COACH They haven’t even won them in the first place! COLE You know what I mean, Coach! Vitamin X and CW are feeling the effects of the beatdown. But, they get some much-needed backup as the 6’9” Mr. Boricua enters the scene, with fists of fury! CABOOSE Oh thank you Mr. Boricua! Thank God for Mr. Boricua! Mr. Boricua beats on Synth Esizer first, and then beats on the “Wild Child” Logan “Usher” Mann! Neither Esizer nor Mann can withstand the power of the biggest member of The Lightning Crew. CABOOSE What was that you were saying about The Rockers getting their Tag Titles back? Mr. Boricua clubs down on Logan, when suddenly, Synth gets a sudden burst of energy and punches Mr. Boricua repeatedly in the face! The punches do little to stagger the big man, but it’s better than nothing. COLE The Heavenly Rockers trying to fight back and get their titles back! The Rockers beat on Mr. Boricua, but that only allows Brains & Brawn to come back and beat on the Rockers once again! CABOOSE Yes! Score one for the home team! Finally, at long last, security, referees, and OAOAST Road Agents come in to break it up. The usual gang of idiots break up Brains & Brawn, Mr. Boricua, and The Heavenly Rockers, and hold them back. It takes a while though, since all 5 men want to collide right here, right now. COLE Security is holding back the two teams AND Mr. Boricua! COACH You’re going to need the 82nd Airborne to hold back Mr. Boricua! CABOOSE Oh just let them fight! Let’s see The Heavenly Rockers try to get the Tag belts back now! I dare them to! Brains & Brawn make sure to grab hold of the World Tag Team Title belts while they’re being held back. The Rockers scream and spew out obscenities to Brains & Brawn. Mr. Boricua yells, grunts, and snorts. Terry Taylor steps into the middle of the ruckus. TERRY TAYLOR Hey! Hey! HEY! Everybody quiets down. Terry Taylor is shocked. TERRY TAYLOR It worked! Uh, um, I mean, that’s enough! That’s enough! We’ve had it with the both of you! I just got a message from Axel. At School’s Out, this Sunday, Brains & Brawn, you WILL be receiving your Tag Title shot against The Heavenly Rockers! VITAMIN X That’s fine! That’s great! It’s perfect! TAYLOR And if you lose the match, then you MUST return the Tag Team belts over to the Heavenly Rockers! CUBAN WALL That’s okay with us because WE’RE NOT GOING TO LOSE! HA! HA! SYNTH Hey! How come they get to keep the belts for three more days? TAYLOR I don’t know why. They just can. Axel’s orders. LOGAN Damn! Vitamin X and Cuban Wall smile evilly. TAYLOR Now get the hell out of here! CUBAN WALL See you Sunday, Heavenly CHOKERS! VITAMIN X Yeah! CHOKERS! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! Despite being led away, Cuban Wall still manages to punch Vitamin X in the jaw! VITAMIN X OW! Security, referees, and OAOAST Road Agents lead Brains & Brawn and The Heavenly Rockers away. Brains & Brawn raise the OAOAST World Tag Team Championship belts over their heads while they’re led away, infuriating The Heavenly Rockers. The commotion has stopped, leaving Mr. Boricua to wonder what to do next. MR. BORICUA Me. Gotta. Go. Poopie. Thank you for telling us that, Mr. Boricua. (Cut to Triple C.) COLE I can’t believe it. It’s finally official. This Sunday at School’s Out, Brains & Brawn will take on The Heavenly Rockers for the OAOAST World Tag Team Championships! CABOOSE It’s about time. Brains & Brawn are one step away from dethroning the Heavenly CHOKERS! They’ve got the belts, now all they have to do is beat them! I can’t wait for this Sunday! COACH The Rockers failed in getting the Tag belts back today. They’re going to have to wait three more days, and they may end up being the longest three days of their careers! CABOOSE It’s going to be a lot longer than three days, Coach! This Sunday, May 28th, Brains & Brawn will become the One And Only AngleSault Thread World Tag Team Champions! It’s practically a guarantee! How can the Heavenly Rockers defeat the perfect combination of Brains & Brawn? COLE The Heavenly Rockers have overcome obstacles before. They’re going to have to jump over another huddle, in order to retain their titles, and get the belts back in their possession! Can The Heavenly Rockers get the World Tag Team Titles back; The belts that are rightfully theirs? Or will Brains & Brawn become Tag Team Champions for the first time ever? Find out this Sunday at School’s Out live only on pay-per-view! And don’t forget, Mr. Boricua and Thomas Rodriguez will be involved in the Sunday Detention Challenge for the OAOAST Heartland Championship! Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted May 26, 2006 The broadcast now takes us to an unknown area of town. Actually, this may not even be the same town, but it's not the part of town you want to be stuck in. Vacant buildings, broken windows, graffitti covered telephone booths (they still have those!?) and litter strewn about decorate the streets. We're not quite sure what the point of this scenery is, at least not until a familiar voice speaks over the screen. "Yo Jax, you got it runnin' or what, cuz?" Now coming into view, the ebonically proficient Jamie O'Hara, a 40 oz. of beer prominent in his right hand, walks into the scene, as does Scotty Static of the GPX. It's obviously Johnny Jax holding the camera, and the three men walk down the unsafe looking street. Static turns to the camera and walks backwards, enabling him to speak right into it. "People say that we're insitigators. That we go looking for trouble. Those same people think we're in over our heads with the Wildcards this Sunday. You know, the same people who said that the Originals woulda run us out of the company by now. The same people who say we're all talk, no action? All talk? Us? Please. We're the three baddest bastards in the OAOAST. You think we're scared of some trailer trash like Bruce Blank? They ain't go no streets in the country baby, he's a dirt road thug! Bloodshed...he ain't street. Todd Cortez says he's from "The Streets", but I don't see no street in him. Poser. You want street...THIS is street. This is where the buses don't run, and the cops are afraid to drive through, but here we are, walkin' the street like it ain't nothin'. Doin' what we do best...some say it's looking for trouble...or maybe...maybe trouble has found us!" Static moves the camera over at a gangbanger, clad in a baggy Sean John jacket and baggy jeans, with an Atlanta Hawks hat titled to the side. "Hotlanta represent!" Static calls out to the banger, who keeps walking. "Yo...how you gonna do me like that!?" O'Hara nearly spits his beer out as Static goes ghetto, calling out to the thuggish bystander. "Yeah...yeah keep walkin'! Pour one out for your homies! Word life!" Aggrivated, the bystander stops and turns, then starts storming towards the Hooligans. "Oh shit, here he comes." mumbles Jax, backing up while keeping the camera focused. "Yo, you got somethin' to say? What's up? Huh?" The gangbanger approaches, and reaches under his coat and to his waistband, but before he can pull out his gat (y'know, if that's what he was doing) O'Hara smashes the bottle into his face, cutting him up and sending pieces flying everywhere! "Deja vu!" quips the Birmingham Bad Boy, as Static and Jax (still holding the camera) start stomping the man down. HARD. "Get him up! Get him up!" shouts Jax, as Scotty pulls the half conscious man up off the street, dragging him up and then taking him to the sidewalk, throwing him headfirst through the window panel of a phone booth! "BOOYAH!" shouts O'Hara, as Static pulls the man up from the wreckage, blood streaming down his face. "Puh...please man...c'mon, don't do me like that..." "Don't do me like that? Don't...don't what? You want mercy now, huh? Not a big man anymore, huh?" says Static, getting in the face of the unknown hoodlum before reaching into the booth, grabbing the phone, and then cracking him over the head with it! Static then takes the cord and wraps it around his neck, choking the life out of the man, while Jax is gleefully filming this! "Wildcards, you think you're hardcore? You think you're runnin' the show now? You ain't got no idea, playas! No idea of what you're into now!" shouts O'Hara, grabbing the camera away from the grim visual of the man being strangled on home video. Finally, Static releases the wire cord, leaving the man beaten down and gasping for air on the sidewalk of the ghetto. "WHOO...that was fun, haha!" says Static, walking away from his victim. "Wildcards, you think this is a game now? You think that you're just going to come into our house and that it's gonna be a cakewalk? That busting up my face, that busting my partner open...that the sight of our own blood is gonna make us squirm in our seats? Baby we built our respect on blood...we'll take on ANYBODY...ANYBODY that wants to fight us...and those that don't...we'll go after them too! Instigators, troublemakers...and the one I love best, the one that stuck...a couple o' Hooligans...call us what you want, but just know that it's the name that rules the game, boys! World Six Man Tag Team Champions...not for long! We'll see you Sunday night, and after we do to you what's needed to be done since you showed up here...this little slice of urban life is gonna look like a resort in Cancun to you. Hooligans are comin' at ya at School's Out boys, ain't nothin' you can do about that now." In the distance, sirens are heard, as the trio walks in the middle of the street, with Jax fumbling with the camera, as the sirens get closer. "I just saw lights through that alley!" remarks O'Hara, as the Hooligans pick up speed, racing away from a potential arrest. "Get the camera off! Johnny, get the cam..." FADE OUT. CABOOSE Everyone's going crazy around here. I can't believe what I just saw those....those PUNKS just do. COACH That's how things are in the streets. CABOOSE Your idea of the "ghetto" is a hotel room without a turn-down service. COACH Hey, the Coach likes to be comfy. Stage hands roll out the red carpet as "Call Me" hits, marking the arrival of the Beverly Hills Blonds and Mackenzie DeCenzo who walk the red carpet amidst jeers. In the possession of SMN is a CLAPBOARD, a device used to mark scenes in film/TV. BUFFER LLLLLadies and gentlemen, the following contest LIVE on HeldDOWN~! is set for one fall and it is for the HI-YAH TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challengers...accompanied to the ring by world renowned director Mackenzie DeCenzo, at a total combined weight of 460 pounds, Simon Singleton and Ned Blanchard... THE BEVERLY HILLS BLONDS! COLE Is that what Mackenzie sees herself as now, a director? COACH Directors are very smart people. Look at Ron Howard or Steven Spielberg. They turn crap into gold and make epic -- EPIC -- pictures. And an epic we're gonna get now that Mackenzie DeCenzo has hooked up with the Beverly Hills Blonds. As the trio round the corner and climb up the ring steps, a poster of D*LUX and Jade Rodez is waved in front of the Blonds, prompting Ned to RIP the poster to shreds! Blanchard picks up a headshot of Jade, the only piece of the poster spared and happily stuffs it down his crotch! COACH Jade likes it. She really likes it, Mikey! Look at that smile on her face. It was only a matter of time before she ended up there anyway. COLE (groans) Well anyway, ladies and gentlemen, our next match is the direct result of the events that occured a couple of weeks ago on Syndicated, when the Beverly Hills Blonds crashed The Love Shack and came to blows with D*LUX, who were Leon Rodez' guests, after a heated exchange. I don't know about you two...well, I'm pretty sure about you, Coach...but I am one of the many who feel the Blonds are being rewarded for their lack of professionalism. CABOOSE Whatever your opinion, there is no denying that the Beverly Hills Blonds association with Mackenzie DeCenzo has already paid off. Two weeks removed from their shocking return, Simon and Ned are back in a title match. COACH That's called results, baby boy. Forget Condi and Hillary, Mackenzie DeCenzo for President of the United States! "Call me (call me) on the line Call me, call me any, anytime Call me (call me) oh love When you're ready we can share the wine Call me" The Blonds bounce from one side of the ring to the other, jawing with fans in every section of the arena as their music fades away. A1's "First To Believe" is cued up and the teen dream's team gleam and beam, working up a steam as they strike triumphant poses. Jade Rodez stands between her team, pointing to their HI-YAH tag belts before pointing on to the ring. "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!" BUFFER And their opponents...being led towards the ring by their manager Ms. Jade Rodez, at a total combined weight of 397 pounds, the HI-YAH Tag Team Champions... "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE BRAVE and "TREMENDOUS" TYLER BRYANT... D*LLLLUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXX!!!! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" Shayne and Tyler leap to the apron, helping Jade up and holding the ropes open for their manageress. Jade glides in while D*LUX leap into the ring and pose on the turnbuckles, to an hysterical cheer! COLE There they are, the HI-YAH tag team champions! They are one of 4 teams to have held that championship, having defeated the now-defunct team of Christian Wright and Bohemoth and The Love Doctors at Living Angleously to capture the gold. COACH We're gonna add a fifth team to that list shortly in the Beverly Hills Blonds, the only 3-time OAOAST World tag team champions. COLE They accomplished that when they were the New New Midnight Express. CABOOSE Out with the old and in with the new are Simon and Ned, looking to regain championship gold here tonight. Mackie and the Blonds nearly bust a gut seeing D*LUX hand over their accessories -- designer sunglasses and denim jackets -- to Jade. With the snap of their fingers an assistant carefully handles their silver vests and returns them backstage under a police escort! A veteran of the mat wars, Charles Robinson stands between the Blonds and D*LUX to keep the situation from escalating before the bell rings. He walks over to the Blonds and frisks them for hidden objects, the same applying to the champions as well. Both teams pass the inspection and get set for battle as the bell is rung. * DING DING * COLE Here we go. Ned Blanchard and "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant set to kick things off in this HI-YAH tag team title match. Mackie takes a seat in her director's chair ringside and forms a screen with her hands, which we'll call the HAND SCREEN~! The best production team in the business zooms in on her point of view, capturing Mackenzie filming Ned running his hands through his hair. Simon enters the picture with clapboard in hand. "Beverly Hills Blonds vs. D*LUX Scene 1, Take 1 Director: Mackenzie DeCenzo" * CLAP * MACKIE Quiet on the set. And...ACTION! COLE What the heck is that? This isn't Hollywood. This is the OAOAST. COACH (whispering) Shh. Didn't you hear Mackenzie? Quiet on the set. Idiot. The Handsome Hustler wants to shake hands with Tyler before locking up but is snubbed. Ned crosses his heart and calls Tyler a good kid, re-affirming his desire to shake hands. Tyler accepts just to get it done with and is kicked in the midsection for being so naive. "Didn't your mother tell you never to accept handshakes from strangers?" Blanchard says, delivering a punch that knocks Bryant off his feet. Ned slams Tyler to the mat with a gutwrench suplex, then hits the ropes, repeatedly driving the point of the elbow into the sternum. He brings Tyler up to his feet and smashes his face into the turnbuckle. Blanchard pumpels the pop wannabe in the corner with punches and kicks, focusing in on his target with the HAND SCREEN~! Ned surprisingly abides by the referee's request to bring Tyler out of the corner...by whipping him to the far corner! The sound of Ned's footsteps rumbling towards him, Tyler grabs the top rope and floats over the Handsome Hustler, who crashes into the turnbuckles. Tyler gives Ned a taste of his own medicine, hammering away at him in the corner. Charles Robinson warns Tyler about the closed fists. About as smooth and crisp as one of his dance steps, Tyler flawlessly executes an Irish whip and flying back elbow. Bryant with the cover! ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! Tyler wastes no time tagging in the fresh man, "Showtime" Shayne Brave. Shayne uses Ned's aggression against him, sliding between his legs and drilling the Handsome Hustler with a standing dropkick. As quickly as he went down Ned is back up with the assistance of Shayne. What do an Irish whip and organ transplant have in common? The risk of rejection. That's what Ned experiences after hitting the ropes, getting returned to Shayne for a baaaaack bodydrop. Simon steps in and gets drilled square between the eyes with a sharpe right hand from Showtime Shayne. Tremendous Tyler gets in on the action, helping his partner shoot Ned to the ropes. Blanchard ducks under stereo clotheslines and leapfrogs, then stuns Tyler with a kick to the shoulder as D*LUX set for stereo backdrops. Shayne side-steps and blocks Ned's punch, hitting him with an inverted atomic drop as Tyler connects with a Yakuza kick that proves OPPOSITES ATTRACT! COLE This one could be over early. Simon is determined not to let that happen, lunging at D*LUX. It's not just his emotions that get the better of Simon, so do D*LUX, taking him over with a hiptoss. His adreanline in overdrive Simon rises up, and goes right back down courtesy of a Rock 'n' Roll Express double-team classic -- the double dropkick, except performed in stereo and not mono like in the R&Rs heyday. The Blonds use the ropes to pull themselves up, only to find out they're now shooting on-location after being clotheslined out to the floor by D*LUX! Shayne and Tyler SKIN-THE-CAT back inside the ring and wipe the Blonds out with PESCADOS! MACKIE Cut! Cut! Mackenzie rushes to the side of her team, both flat on their backs and dazed. COLE Oh, my! The Beverly Hills Blonds are down. Can they come back? We'll find out. * COMMERICAL * We return from break to the sight of Simon Singleton CHOPPING the hell out of Shayne in the Beverly Hills Blonds corner. He steps away under pressure from Charles Robinson, allowing Ned to use the TAG ROPE as a weapon, CHOKING Shayne! "BOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Back live on TSM. Triple C calling the action from Sofa Central -- and Shayne being choked with the tag rope! Turn around ref. When we went to break it was all D*LUX, but it's the Beverly Hills Blonds who are now in control of the match. The Blonds gained control... COACH Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's not give that away. If you want to know how the Blonds regained control, you should've brought a ticket to the show. That's why you gotta see the OAOAST live. CABOOSE The only reason Simon and Ned are still in this match is because of their experience. Any other team would've fallen to defeat after that offensive onslaught from D*LUX. Charles turns and sees Ned standing on the apron with both hands in the air, to signal no wrongdoing on his part. Simon stays on the attack. Well-placed forearm to the jaw keeping Shayne backed in the corner, but not for long as Singleton sends him off in an Irish whip. Brave narrowly avoids a back elbow and picks up steam as he returns on the rebound, crashing into Simon with a cross bodyblock! ONE... TWO-- KICKOUT! Simon is first to his feet, taking Shayne to the mat with a side headlock. Simon gets locked in a headscissors and floats on top of Shayne to break the hold. Shayne BRIDGES up and under for a backslide when Simon shoves him off to the ropes, and gets drilled with a shoulderblock. Shayne is brought down by a drop toehold and placed in a front facelock, quickly countering with a hammerlock. Simon returns to a vertical base and connects with a series of back elbows that free him from Shayne's grip. Simon shoots off the ropes, running through nothing but air as Shayne leapfrogs over the top and flings him across the ring with an armdrag. Again and again. Shayne leaps onto Simon's shoulders for a hurricarana, but struggles to bring him down, so he peppers Singleton's forehead with closed fists, causing Simon to stumble around the ring and luckily near his corner where Ned reaches over and hotshots Shayne on the top rope! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COACH (laughing) DAYUM~! CABOOSE Shayne could have broken his neck there. I mean his neck just snapped off the top rope. * TAG * The Blonds whip Shayne to the ropes, each grabbing a leg as they lift him up, then drop him straight down with a DOUBLE FLAPJACK! Ned Blanchard, the legal man, blows a kiss to Jade and let's her know he'd like for her to blow something in return. And it's not a kiss, boys and girls. Jade let's Ned know what she thinks of that with the Alix Maria Spezia weight-loss technique, sticking her finger in her mouth but thankfully not puking in front of a live television audience. ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Tyler and Jade drum up support for Shayne, leading to a chant of "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" But it doesn't get Shayne going. All it gets him is a boot to the face from Ned. The Blonds know they're in complete control and show it, just toying with Shayne, playfully kicking and slapping him around. Ned brings Shayne up to his knees in a front facelock, perhaps the prelude to his Slingshot Suplex. Shayne fights back, jabbing Ned in the stomach. Blanchard responds with overhand shots to the back, then goes for the suplex, but Brave rolls through and counters with a SMALL PACKAGE! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! Ned pops up, sneering, and destroys Shayne with a clothesline. He puts the badmouth to Brave in the corner, viciously stomping him in the sternum. Ned brings Shayne out to the center of the ring, whipping him to the ropes and connecting with a back elbow. The Blonds love back elbows as much as Logan Mann loves double-axehandles. Scoope and a slam, Blanchard angerily walks over to his corner and tells Simon to "finish this motherfucker off!" COACH Heh. You don't think Ned's fired up? COLE The HI-YAH tag team championship on the line. Arrogant as hell, Simon flashes the HAND SCREEN~ prior to being launched off the top by Ned, and crashing down onto Shayne with a big splash! COLE Rocket Launcher. That's it. ONE... TWO... THREE-- TYLER WITH THE SAVE! Mackie directs Ned to attack, his motivation being Tyler Bryant costing the Blonds the tag belts. Charles Robinson does his best to keep the two from coming to blows but is brushed aside as Tyler and Ned slug it out, with Tyler getting the best of the Handsome Hustler. Simon sneaks up behind Tyler, who decks Ned with a DROPSAULT...and ends drilling Simon in the head with a BICYCLE KICK while finishing the 'sault in the drop! CABOOSE 2 for the price of 1. That brings Mackenzie up on the apron to complain. The Blonds wallowing in their misery. Jade goes over and pulls Mackenzie down, garning the attention of everybody in the arena as Tyler drags Shayne over to their corner. Jade wrenches back and SLAPS Mackenzie! "YEEEAAAAHHHHHHHH!" COACH Wha...? COLE Jade just slapped the taste out of Mackenzie DeCenzo's mouth! You go, girl. Tyler grabs Shayne's arm and tags himself in! Bryant comes in firing, decking the Blonds with hot-off-the-oven right hands. Tyler serves the ring two scoopes and a slam, bodyslamming both members of the Beverly Hills Blonds. Not at once, back-to-back. Tyler continues to roll, cracking the Blonds heads together with a DOUBLE NOGGIN-KNOCKER! Jade points to the corner, letting Tyler know Shayne is perched on the top. The crowd rise as one as Shayne soars through the air with an assist from Tyler, both arms outstretched, and levels the Blonds with a LARGER THAN LIFE LINE!! MACKIE Keep rolling! Keep rolling! Apparently that's Blonds talk for keep fighting. And there might not be much of that left in Simon, as Tyler makes the cover! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Mackenzie sighs in relief, making sure her pearly whites are still in tact. More double-teaming from D*LUX. They hit Simon with the COWELL MOVEMENT double gutbuster, followed by a pair of elbows. Double kip-up by the champs, who bring a charging Ned Blanchard down with a drop toehold, smacking the Blonds heads together again! Ned gets up jelly-legged, still reeling from the blow yet managing to backdrop Shayne over the top rope. Thinking he's dodged a bullet Ned turns around...and gets walloped by a Tyler Bryant clothesline. Outside, Shayne Brave catches Ned tumbling over the top rope on his shoulder, looking to deal the knockout punch by ramming the face of the Handsome Hustler into the RINGPOST, but it's Shayne who tastes steel as Ned slides off and shoves him into the ringpost! COLE Oh, man. Shayne is out cold. He smacked head-first into the steel. Inside the square circle, Tyler stalks Simon, crotching in the corner to time the start of the MERRY TYLER GORE SHOW!!! COACH I don't think Simon's gonna make it after all. For the second time tonight, Mackenzie jumps on the apron to distract the referee. It's also leads to another confrontation with Jade. The two ladies exchange words, with Mackenzie threatening to sue if Jade lays a hand on her again. While all that is going on, Ned climbs up to the top rope with the CLAPBOARD in hand and leaps off, smashing the piece of production equipment into the back of Tyler's head! Ned places Simon on top and exits stage right. COLE No. Don't tell me it's gonna end like this. ONE... Jade hits her forehead on the apron after being yanked down by Ned. TWO... Mackie grabs a handful of hair and biels Jade across ringside. THREE! * DING DING DING DING * "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the match and NEEEWW HI-YAH Tag Team Champions... THE BEVERLY HILLS BLONDS! "Call Me" blaring in the background, the Beverly Hills Blonds rip the tag titles out of Charles Robinson's hands, unable to contain their excitement any longer. They embrace their director Mackenzie DeCenzo, draping the belts over her shoulders and hoisting her on theirs in triumph. The Beverly Hills Blonds take a victory lap around the ring, Mackenzie holding the HI-YAH tag team titles proudly in the air. COACH Come on, fellas. Show some excitement. This is bigger than Scorsese ever winning an Oscar. The days of Mackenzie DeCenzo managing losers are over. It took some time, but I'm sure it was worth the wait. She's with two stars now. COLE This is no win to celebrate. D*LUX had the match won, but Mackenzie kept sticking her nose where it didn't belong, leading to Ned hitting Tyler with that damn clapboard. COACH You're just another one of the haters, a critic. What about you, Caboose? Are you a hater too? CABOOSE It would be hypocritical of me to knock the way the Beverly Hills Blonds won the HI-YAH tag team championship considering how I won a few of my matches in my day. That said, both teams fought hard. COLE New HI-YAH tag team champions crowned tonight on HeldDOWN~! What else will happen? There's still more HeldDOWN~! to come. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted May 26, 2006 SCHIAVONE It's a jubilant scene back here guys, here in the locker room of the new HI-YA... SINGLETON YYEEEEAAAAHHHHHHH!! Diving into camera shot, Simon Singleton drenches the hapless Schiavone with a bottle of champagne before turning it upside down and takign a swig himself. A swig and a drowning of his own. But he wipes the champagne from his eyes without concern, too happy to worry about possibly blinding himself. In the background, Ned Blanchard and Mackenzie DeCenzo are being swamped by dozens of Japanese reporters, photographers and paparazzi, flashbulbs going off in all directions around the mugging duo. Recomposing himself, Schiavone tries to mop himself down, but his cheap suit soaks the champagne up like an equally cheap sponge. SCHIAVONE ...the new HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions, The Beverly Hills Blonds and as you can see it's chaos back here. We've got press, photographers...obviously, this is a huge story in the Far East as well as in the U.S. Hopefully I can get some words with the new Champs. Picking his way through the Japanese press, Schiavone finally gets to the celebrating Champions. Still chugging away from his champagne bottle, Simon Singleton wraps an arm around Schiavone, who still seems a little thrown by the scene. Mackenzie and Ned seem a little more reserved, although both grin from ear to ear. SCHIAVONE Mackenzie, can we get some comments? Smirking, Mackenzie takes Ned's HI-YAH Tag belt and holds it at head height. MACKENZIE What more of a comment do you need exactly? These belts say it all. This transcends the language barriers. All of these Japanese reporters know the story, without understanding a word I'm saying right now. I promised the world that I would gain success with my new tag team and I told you all I was done carrying joke teams around on my back and through my purse. Tonight, The Beverly Hills Blonds made history. Not only did we end D*LUX's unbeaten streak, but we're also the first team to have won both the OAOAST and HI-YAH Tag Team Titles, the equivalent of an actor winning a Golden Globe and Oscar in the same award season. That speaks for itself and it placates everything I said when I associated myself with Simon and Ned. Tonight, Mackenzie DeCenzo is on top of the world, just like I promised to be. Simon and Ned did everything I could have asked of them. And in the process, I showed all of you the difference between a true wrestling manageress and a wanabee bimbo who's all breast and no brains. The difference is class. I have it, Rodez doesn't. You'll find that out again Sunday Tony. There's your comments. SCHIAVONE Well, no doubt you're feeling pleased with yourself tonight, but I get the feeling from the way things went down tonight that D*LUX will be in line for a rematch down the line. MACKENZIE That's for me to decide, Tony. It's one of my duties as manager of the Champions. I get to pick and choose worthy challengers, assuming there are any in this company or even in HI-YAH. I decide if and when Ned and Simon go to Japan. And I decide if D*LUX get another title sho... Stopping Mackenzie in mid-speech, Ned cups a hand and whispers something into his manager's ear. Mackenzie seems a little confused by what Ned's saying, but Ned calms Mackenzie down and assures her he's serious. BLANCHARD You know, I hate to cut in like this on you Mackie, but as much as you're a complete manager and a business brain, I'm a bit of an ideas man. And I've had an idea. You see, it's already set in stone that on Sunday night at School's Out, Mackie and the Blonds are gonna find themselves back in the ring with D*LUX and Cooki...I mean, Jade. That's fine and dandy. But why don't we up the stakes a little, just for kicks? SCHIAVONE What do you mean 'up the stakes'? SINGLETON Tell him Ned. Tell him! Ned glances at Simon and shakes his head. BLANCHARD You need to go steady with that stuff, it's expensive. (turns to Tony) What I mean by 'up the stakes,' Fat Tony is this. I have no doubt that New Kids On The Block want a rematch against your new HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions somewhere down the line and never let it be said that The Beverly Hills Blonds aren't fighting champions. We're former OAOAST World Tag Team Champions, we've been here before let's not forget. New name, same talent. Little more muscularity. I've been from the gyms to the tanning salons and back night and day during our little 'vacation', as I'm sure you all can tell. We've beaten the best going. So, we're not afraid to put the belts on the line. SINGLETON We're not. Honest. BLANCHARD So, I'll tell you what D*LUX...the Handsome Hustler is prepared to cut you two kids a deal. Call me Mr. Sensitivity but I almost feel sorry for you to have lost your precious belts and your precious losing streak in one night. So, here's my show of goodwill. This Sunday, the belts are on the line. Yo... Now it's Mackenzie's turn to cut off Ned, looking a little sceptical about this idea, but Ned again calms Mackenzie down. BLANCHARD You win and you get the belts. Whoever you pin, whoever pins them, it doesn't matter. And I can't say fairer than that. But the Blonds aren't a charity, kids. So in return, you have to put something on the line to show for yourselves. Something that'd interest us. A sick grin slowly begins to appear on Ned's face. BLANCHARD And I know just the thing. If you win, you get the belts. But assuming that myself, Simon and Mackenzie mop the floor with the three of you sorry kids one more time like we did tonight, then you're going to have to make a sacrifice. Jade, I know that moment we shared earlier this year has lingered on your mind almost as long as those lips of yours lingered on those of your Neddy bear. Who could blame you for being curious? Flattered even? Well Jade, for you it's win win, honey. Because if you want us to put the belts on the line, you're gonna have to put yourself on the line! You heard me right. Let's see how much you believe in your team, Jade. If you and your boys fail to get the job done against us, then...you have to become my personal slave...for one, ENTIRE month! SCHIAVONE Ugh! Mackenzie and Simon don't know whether to laugh or be creeped out by this challenge, but settle for the first. BLANCHARD That means every wish, every need accomodated for. If you lose, you can look on the bright side. You'll get the chance to be where every woman alive truly wants to be...and that's barefoot in my kitchen, making me a sandwich! SINGLETON You'll be the envy of the entire female population...and quite a few guys too. BLANCHARD And Jade, trust me, it'll be an experience you'd never forget. Infact, I wouldn't blame you if you laid down in front of me on Sunday night and let me pin you. Come to think of it...I'd be pretty excited by that. MACKENZIE Oh, but let's remember, as your manager I control your contracts...so by rights, technically, as your slave she'd have to cater to my every whim as well. BLANCHARD Without doubt. MACKENZIE Heh...and trust me Jade, you won't be in your comfort zone of lying flat on your back moaning when you're running errands for me. You know Ned, I think you're right about that 'ideas man' tagline. This idea's really beginning to grow on me. I've got a whole bunch of nettles in my garden, stubborn things they are. And my housekeeper seems to think the drains have gotten blocked. Maybe we can get Jade to suck the drains clean, I hear she's experienced with that sort of thing. ALL SCHIAVONE Oh, come on! It's a good job these reporters can't understand you three because that's repulsive! The Japanese public won't stand for talk like that. SINGLETON Whaddya think Geisha girls are for, Schiavone? We've said it before, but tonight everybody learned: It's great to be a blond! SCHIAVONE Give me a break...guys, I'm gonna send it back to you at ringside. Sickening stuff here. Sickening. *SWOOP TO SOFA CENTRAL* CABOOSE Is it wrong of me to love Ned Blanchard? COLE It certainly is! The nerve of Ned, to offer to put the belts on the line Sunday in return for the possibility of Jade Rodez becoming his slave...his SLAVE...for a month! This isn't the dark ages, this is the 21st Century! Just think about the things Ned and Mackenzie would have poor Jade doing, assuming they win at School's Out. COACH Oh, I'm imagining it! I'm imagining! COLE That's disgusting Coach. CABOOSE I don't know. Bare feet, kitchen, making sandwiches. Sounds good to me. COLE Well, I for one hope D*LUX gain their measure of revenge this Sunday, if only to give you two the proverbial cold shower. We once more cut to the back an Josh Matthews. JOSH Nothing to report yet, as Peter Knight.....wait a second. (Josh puts his ear to the door) I think I hear some movement in there. Hold on. The door handle jiggles a bit and turns as the door swings open revealing Peter Knight in casual clothes (jeans and a "Knightmare" t-shirt, available at OAOASTShopzone.com OMG PLUG~!). He looks at the camera and then over to Josh with a look that shrinks the interviewer. KNIGHT What are you hanging around here for? JOSH I-I-I-I just wanted to...to ask you a few questions about School's Out. I mean, if this is a bad time..... Suddenly, Knight grabs the sleeve of Josh's coat. KNIGHT No, it's a perfect time. Come with me. Knight drags Josh out of frame as we fade to a commercial. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted May 26, 2006 COLE Welcome back, folks. Before the break, Peter Knight stepped out of his locker room and grabbed Josh Matthews, but we don't know where they are. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" COACH Look over there. The crowd turns toward the entrance as two figures step through the doors. Knight simply pushes Josh in front of him and points for him to go to the ring. Matthews, simply grateful at being out of his grip, quickly jogs down the ramp as Knight takes a bit more leisurely pace. Josh stands nervously in the middle of the ring as Knight walks up the ring steps and stops on the apron. He wiggles his finger at Matthews for him to hold the ropes open for him and Josh, wanting to be able to watch Ultimate Fighter on his TiVo in one piece tonight, obliges. Knight points to tell Josh where to stand and walks beside him, pulling his arm up so that the mic is in position. KNIGHT (to Josh) Just keep that mic right where it is if you want to stay on my good side. Boo all you want, yahoos. I'm not going anywhere until I say what I came out here to say. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Knight waits out the deafening boos until they fade and the crowd quiets down. KNIGHT Now, as much as it warmed my heart to see everyone in that backstage area tonight pass me in the hall and not try to catch my eye and how people found a different path when they saw me coming.....don't worry, you're all safe. See, I thought about it and, though it would have been a joy to take apart anyone that was in the wrong place at the wrong time and leave their bloody carcass laying, Alfdogg will not cower or back out of this match on Sunday. Besides, at School's Out in Stairway to Hell, I am going to do things to him that no man, no matter how much "heart" he has or how "extreme" he is, can possibly endure. I know that Alf has some tricks of his own up his sleeve, but let me tell you right now Alf......they aren't gonna stop me. You can make me bleed, you can break every limb in my body. If it means I'll have to use my goddamn TEETH to drag my body rung by rung up that ladder and grab that belt.....I'll do it. I know it is a tired cliche, but Alf, at School's Out, you will have to take that title, MY TITLE, the belt that belongs to ME....over my.......dead........body. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" COACH He is FOCUSED. Josh's arm slightly trembles in fear as Knight drinks in the boos. He looks over to Matthews and rips the microphone from his hand before pushing him away. KNIGHT You're finished here. Get going. Josh lets out a big sigh of relief as he straightens his coat and walks towards the ropes. KNIGHT Now, just because I know sending a message to Alf would be futile.......it doesn't mean I'm not gonna still send it. COLE What is he......? *THUMP* As Matthews starts to swing his left leg through the ropes, Knight turns and drives the microphone into the top of his head. Josh flops to the mat holding his head as Knight stands over him. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" CABOOSE Come on! Knight yanks Matthews back to his feet and shoves him into the corner, following him in and firing off a rapid volley of STIFF fists and forearms that has Josh's head snapping violently back with each impact. Knight grabs his arms and yanks him off the ropes, waiting for Josh to rebound and CREAMING him with a clothesline, using enough force to send him flipping into the air onto his face. COLE Enough! Someone stop this! COACH Be my guest. Knight wraps his hand around Josh's throat and pulls him to his feet once more. Still choking him, Knight backs Matthews into the ropes and pushes him downward so that the ropes wrap around his arms to pin him there. Knight slides out of the ring and walks towards Buffer. The announcer quickly gets out of the way allowing Knight to take possession of his chair and fold it up. COLE Oh no, please! Knight please don't do it! Knight slides back into the ring with the chair and walks towards the cameraman on the apron. KNIGHT Over here, get a good shot. Stay right there. The camera gets close to both Knight and a trapped (and bloody) Matthews. Knight raises the chair. COLE NO! *CRAAAAACK* And SLAMS it across Matthews' skull. Josh slumps unconscious, but the fact that his arms are trapped keep him from flopping to the mat. Knight raises the chair as bits of garbage begin littering the ring. Knight spits at them and readies the chair for another shot, but suddenly a cheer erupts. "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" COLE Thank God, THANK GOD!!! Alfdogg sprints down the aisle and slides into the ring. The two men stare each other down as Knight has the chair raised again, ready for a strike at Alf. CABOOSE Yeah, try it! Just try it and see what Alf does to you. COACH Calm down, 'Boose. CABOOSE F**k you. Come on Knight, use it on someone that can do something about it. Knight looks into Alf's eyes with a look of pure hatred, but what he sees is the look of a man that feels the exact same way. COLE Are we gonna see a preview of School's Out right now? ALF Come on! You wanna go? Come on! Knight wipes his hand across his mouth....and drops the chair. The crowd begins to buzz as Knight nods and gets into a fighting position. COACH We are, Cole! The two men slowly begin to circle each other. Knight reaches an arm out and grabs the top rope. He slowly begins shaking his head and swings one leg through the ropes and out to the apron. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!" Knight ducks under the top rope and hops to the floor. Alf walks up to the ropes and looks down at him as Knight continues shaking his head. KNIGHT Sunday, Alf. It ends Sunday. Knight makes the "title around the waist" gesture. KNIGHT It's mine. Sunday, it's mine (points to Alf) and YOU'RE mine! In the ring, Alf slowly shakes his head as well as Knight continues to back up the ramp, repeating the words "Sunday, it's mine". The camera cuts to Alfdogg, then to Knight and finally to a closeup of Alfdogg as we fade out. Fade to black. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted May 26, 2006 CREDITS: Zack Malibu Tony149 King Cucaracha Ed Wood Caulfield KingPK Alfdogg Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
