Adam 0 Report post Posted May 29, 2006 TV-14 OAOAST... What the WORLD is Reading! We open to the shot of a class yearbook, the cover of which reads: OAOAST, Class of '06 As the book opens, the VOICE~! Begins... Many people call these the greatest years of our lives... A black and white photo of Alfdogg winning the OAOAST Championship at AngleMania is on the first page, and as the Voice continues, the pages turn, revealing more... We make new friends… …The Wildcards holding up the Six Man Tag Belts… Get good results… …Brock Austin giving some poor individual the F-Stunner 5… And always perform when we’re under pressure. …Zack Malibu grabbing Two for the Money at Mania… But sometimes, things can go wrong... Peter Knight laying out Alfdogg... We can... associate with the wrong people. The Hooligans beating on Zack Malibu... Choose the less noble path... Crystal and Gunner celebrating after winning the 24/7 Title... ...and perhaps even fail. ...PK with his head in his hands after losing at AngleMania... But when its all said and done... ...The Heavenly Rockers winning the Tag Titles... We all know that these... are the best years of our lives. ...we finish with Peter Knight and Alfdogg, face to face, nose to nose, ready to go at it. The book begins to close after the voice stops, and then closes completely, revealing the same cover. And Now... The One and Only AngleSault Thread presents… OAOAST School's Out 2006! BOOOOOOM! BOOOOOM! BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!! In case you didn’t know, that was pyro. And this is Denver Colorado~! The fans are rocking, the arena is shaking, and we are ready for OAOAST Live on Pay Per View! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!!!!” We are greeted with the familiar voices of Tony Schiavone and Jesse Ventura, who as always, are psyched for Pay Per View. SCHIAVONE Good evening everyone and welcome to OAOAST School’s Out Two Thousand Six! Tony Schiavone here alongside Jesse ‘The Body’ Ventura, welcoming you to this Pay Per View spectacular! VENTURA And what a card we have tonight Tony, I mean, action top to bottom, especially our Main Event! SCHIAVONE Certainly Jess, Alfdogg puts his title on the line one more time against Peter Knight, only this time, it will be in a Stairway to Hell match. We’ll run you through the rules a little later. Also tonight, the Six Man Tag Team Championship will be defended by the new champions, The Wildcards take on Jamie O’Hara and the GPX, the Hooligans. VENTURA That should be one hell of a contest. As should be the Tag Team Championship match, the Heavenly Rockers are gonna finally lose those belts to my new favourite team, Brains and Brawn Tony! SCHIAVONE Let’s try and keep personal bias out of this segment Jess. What about that HI-YAH Three Way Dance, Faqu and James Blonde try to get the title away from former two-time OAOAST Champion, Money-in-the-Bank holder, and sure fire future Hall of Famer Zack Malibu! VENTURA What was that about personal bias? SCHIAVONE Just stating the facts. VENTURA Try not to drool when you do that next time. SCHIAVONE In any event, at the top of this show we also bring to you some quite important news relating to the future of the One and Only AngleSault Thread. As you may have read on many circles around the internet, after the events of May 14th, OAOAST Syndicated, certain legal actions were taken by the OAOAST Board of Directors against the three individuals involved in the events that evening, as well as the consortium of owners of this company. I have been given two official statement to read here tonight, firstly, from the board: “We, the Board of Directors of the One and Only AngleSault Thread find the actions taken by the owners of the company appalling in naming Adam James Webster, better known to the public as ‘Axel’, the new President of the OAOAST. Not only is this individual a cancer of the organisation, but we believe that the owners, in making this move, have breached their contractual obligations to the Board of Directors. We are therefore forced to take legal action against the One and Only AngleSault Thread. VENTURA A cancer? Strong, strong words by the Board. SCHIAVONE The owners released this statement just today: ”The owners of the OAOAST wish to express their disappointment that these developments have taken place. We believe that we have done nothing wrong, and put full faith in Axel, as well as his colleagues Drek Stone and Hoff, to make decisions in the best interests of the company. We hope that this matter can be settled out of court, but if the matter cannot, then we are more than happy to let the judge decide. VENTURA I can tell this could be a long, bloody battle Tony. This ain’t gonna be pretty. SCHIAVONE Certainly Jess, but we aren’t allowed to speak about it anymore, so let’s send you down to Triple C for our first match of the evening! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOSH! COLE Thanks guys, and welcome everyone to School's Out! Michael Cole here alongside Caboose and Jonathon Coachman, and we'll get straight into it guys! Up first, it's the six person tag match, which after this Thursday night has a whole lot riding on it. The new HI-YAH Tag Team Champions The Beverly Hills Blonds join forces with their manager Mackenzie DeCenzo... COACH Former 24/7 Champion, Mackenzie DeCenzo. COLE ...to take on the former champions and until this Thursday unbeaten duo of D*LUX and their manager, Jade Rodez. The titles are on the line in this one, but so too is Jade Rodez's self respect. In order to get the belts on the line, Jade has had to agree to a certain 'stipulation'. If The Blonds and Mackenzie win, Jade has to become...I can't believe I'm saying this...she'll be forced to become Ned's slave for a month. And with that, let's take you back to Josh Matthews who's standing by with the challengers tonight. *STARWIPE~!* Back at the interview position, the less jovial than usual members of D*LUX stand either side of Josh and Jade Rodez, who is ready to fight...pigtails and all. MATTHEWS Jade, it's been many months since we've seen you compete in the OAOAST and never have the stakes been higher for you. But what I'm wondering is why you agreed to the stipulations proposed by Ned Blanchard? JADE Thursday night, Ned and Simon stole the titles. They didn't deserve to win and we certainly didn't deserve to lose the way we did. I'm confident that tonight will be different and that's why I agreed. Tyler and Shayne deserve the titles. We've worked hard to get where we have and we worked hard for those belts. Sometimes, a manager has to make a sacrifice to get her team to the top. If teasing Ned a little is that sacrifice, like, whatever, that's fine. MATTHEWS And teasing meaning mental teasing and not...you know...physical teasing? Jade casts a sideways look at Josh before sighing and calling D*LUX away and on to the ring. *RE-STARWIPE~!* COACH Jeez, what a pessimist. A month with Ned Blanchard doesn't seem like much of a 'sacrifice' to me, he knows how to treat a lady and make a month seem like an eternity. COLE I don't doubt that. Five minutes with Ned would seem like an eternity to me. CABOOSE By all accounts that's about as long as you'd last. "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!" The awkward silence is broken by the awkward choice of a wrestling theme song, "First To Believe" by A1. They're not monsters, but they're damn sure meterosexual. Not looking quite their usual selves "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant and "Showtime" Shayne Brave emerge through the entrance way decked out in purple denim, a fine choice indeed, as it matches the ring attire of their inexperienced partner Ms. Jade Rodez! Doing a couple of quick squats and limbering up the muscles, Jade points the way down the OAOAST trademark elevated PPV ramp for her team. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following six person tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and it is Title vs. Slavery, with the HI-YAH World Tag Team Championships and Jade Rodez's compliance with Ned Blanchard's ever wish on the line! And in this match, the titles CAN change hands on a countout or on a disqualification. Introducing first, the challengers for the titles. At a total combined weight of five hundred and fourty three pounds...the team of JADE RODEZ and her partners, the former HI-YAH Tag Team Champions... "TREMENDOUS" TYLER BRYANT... "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE BRAVE... they are D*LLLLLUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Five hundred and fourt three pounds...and at least half of that is Jade's contribution to the trio. COLE Oh come on Coach! COACH Hey, no big deal. The Coach likes a little meat on his women. CABOOSE My God you're a walking stereotype. Reaching the end of the rampway Tyler and Shayne half-enter the ring, holding open the ropes for Jade who glides in and immediately takes issues with Michael Buffer's weight information. Buffer showed her his card though and Jade accepts defeat before turning back to the entrance to beckon on the opponents. Tyler and Shayne de-jacket and they too beckon on the California trio. "D - LUX!" "D - LUX!" "D - LUX!" "D - LUX!" The crowd are already solidly behind the challengers, even before "Call Me" by Blondie hits, prompting a group of backstage hands to come flying out from the back, dragging a lavish red carpet with them. The carpet only reaches halfway down the ramp, but it's good enough for the triumphant trio of Ned Blanchard, Simon Singleton and Mackenzie DeCenzo as they emerge and marvel at the grand entrance. Noteable is the now infamous clapboard in Mackenzie's hands, which she gleefully snaps a couple of times in D*LUX's direction, earning her scowls from all three. BUFFER And, their opponents. All hailing from Beverly Hills, California. They weigh in at a total combined weight of four hundred, sixty pounds, plus an undisclosed amount...the team of the former OAOAST 24/7 Champion, Business Consultant MACKENZIE DECENZO... and she presents, the defending HI-YAH WORLD Tag Team Champions... SIMON SINGLETON and "THE HANDSOME HUSTLER" NED BLANCHARD... THE BEVERLY HILLS BLLLLOOOONNDDSSSSSSSSS!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Reaching the end of the aisleway, the posing and posturing HI-YAH Tag Team Champions take up issue with the partizan crowd. With all three on the ramp distracted, D*LUX look to sieze their opportunity. Breaking forward, Tyler Bryant performs a seamless leap to the top rope and soars out of the ring, crashing into Ned with a Spaceman Plancha and sending Ned's belt flying from his hands! And before Simon has time to take what happened in, Shayne Brave springboards to the top and comes at Singleton with feet extended, landing a Springboard Dropkick that sends Simon tumbling back down the rampway! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE WOW! D*LUX aren't waiting around while The Blonds stall tonight! Tyler goes to work on Ned with some right hands, while Simon and Shayne both stay down from their hard landings on the ramp. That leaves just Mackenzie, standing in disbelief at the scene around her. In the process though, she turns her back on the ring and on Jade Rodez who leaves the ring and grabs Mackie by the hair! A loud, ear piercing shriek from Mackenzie doesn't deter Jade as she tosses her into the ring and follows, leaving the Beverly Hills Blonds' Business Consultant begging for mercy! *DINGDINGDING!* The bell officially rings as Jade advances on Mackenzie, balling up her fist with intent. The crowd urge Jade to smash it right into the pretty mouth of the former 24/7 Champion and Jade intends to do just that, until Mackenzie finally realises begging off isn't working and instead intercepts. A headbutt to the gut doubles Jade over, allowing Mackenzie to land a forearm to the side of the head. COLE Ooh, Jade stalled a little too longer to get the crowd behind her and she paid for it. CABOOSE A habit that evidently runs in the family. Despite her limited wrestling ability, Mackenzie seems happy to stay on the offense, with two more forearms before pausing to fix her hair. Crouching down, the loudmouth business consultant then talks some trash to the youngster before pulling Jade up to face her...and earning a HARD forearm to the face! Mackenzie goes stumbling backwards and looks totally shocked, even more so when Jade comes after her again, forcing Mackie to dive from the ring and retreat to the floor. Jade gives chase, while Mackie hauls ass. "KICK HER ASS JA - ADE, KICK HER ASS!" *CLAPCLAP!* "KICK HER ASS JA - ADE, KICK HER ASS!" *CLAPCLAP!* Meanwhile on the ramp, the battle continues between The Blonds and D*LUX. Shayne and Simon exchange blows back towards the entrance while near the ring, Tyler is dealing with Ned with some right hands. Ned is backed up towards the ropes and Tyler comes in with a charge, which Ned avoids and counters by way of a knee to the gut. With Tyler winded, Ned turns the pop wannabee around and lands a right of his own, draping Tyler against the ropes and making him a stationary target for a charge. Unfortunately for The Handsome Hustler, Tyler's idea of stationary is different from many people's and he ducks his head, backdropping Ned over the top and into the ring. Still, Ned manages to land on his feet and when Bryant tries to a shoulder, he ends up crashing headfirst into Ned's knee! Tyler lies draped over the middle rope as Ned drives in an elbow for good measure before going to the nearest corner and climbing to the middle rope, facing Tyler. BLANCHARD We are rolling... aaaaaand ACTIO... *UGH!* "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Ned's spiel is cut off by Shayne Brave and a firm punch to the gut which pre-empts any leap from The Handsome Hustler. For a moment Shayne thinks to check on his partner, but Ned reaches out for him so Shayne fires off a punch...and again...a third and Ned almost topples back and over the rope, barely clinging on to his seated position. Shayne then clambers up the buckles on the outside and perches on the top rope. With his left arm, Shayne hooks a 3/4 facelock and looks to drive Ned with a Hamachan Cutter. Ned has other ideas though, blocking. So does Simon Singleton. Only, he doesn't block... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...instead jogging down the aisle and CHOPPING Showtime across the shoulder blades. CABOOSE That's just a nasty thing to have done to you. Stings for days, trust me. Shayne is now in a precarious position and steps carefully onto the sagging middle rope. Stepping into the ring, Simon gives Tyler a quick kick before hooking up Shayne and bringing him into the ring with a suplex...only to drop him back forward and hang him on the top rope, above Tyler who's still on the middle. D*LUX are stacked like a Orio as Ned regains his balance on the middle rope, Simon holding their opponents in place. Leaving the talk out this time, Ned then stands and comes flying off the middle, with a legdrop across the back of Shayne's head, which in turn comes down on Tyler too!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Incredible!! Two for the price of one for Ned Blanchard!! That legdrop sent Shayne Brave's forehead CRASHING into the back of Tyler's head! COACH That's what we in the biz' call a double feature! The ropes bounce Shayne back and out of the ring, on the ramp where he holds his head. Tyler remains draped on the middle rope which an equally throbbing head. But together The Beverly Hills Blonds drag him off and into the centre of the ring, where Singleton makes the pin... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Tyler only just kicks out, which would be a relief to Jade Rodez, if she wasn't busy stalking Mackenzie up the ramp. Referee Billy Silverman calls for them to get back to the ring, while keeping half an eye on the Blonds as they pull Tyler up for a double team. COACH And here's why Ned and Simon are the champs right here, some polished tag team wrestling. A double whip by The Blonds sets Tyler up. On the rebound, Ned presses Tyler up into the air and guides him down across the knee with an elevated gutbuster, before getting swiftly out of the way. That's because Singleton has hit the ropes and is charging in, lunging forward with a knee that catches Tyler in the side of the head, and hard! COACH Excellent stuff! That's why they're the first men to win the Tag Titles together in the OAOAST and in HI-YAH! COLE Although, they won the HI-YAH belts in the OAOAST. COACH Doesn't matter. They made history, their names will go down on the OAOAST's Tag Team Walk Of Fame...if such a thing existed. Attempting to gain control, Silverman looks for one in one out and gets it, Ned leaving the ring while Simon hooks a leg with a pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Jade now returns to the ring and checks on Shayne, Mackenzie sneaking down the ramp and going to her corner on the opposite side of the ring. And with that, we've stumbled upon a regular tag format. Hooray! In the ring, Simon swaggers back up and encourages Tyler to his feet, waiting on him with a right hand. Two more leaving Tyler rocking and give Simon chance to hit the ropes, soaring with a flying lariat that floors "Tremendous" Tyler. And the combination of Mackenzie's OTT applause and Simon's mugging for the cameras earns him a sound booing. COLE It says a lot when that man is the least concieted of your trio. Wrapping a front facelock on Tyler, Simon guides the Tremendous One back to his feet, controlling his opponent while Ned Blanchard tags himself in. Simon exposes the gut for a boot from Ned, who then turns back to the D*LUX corner and blows a kiss in Jade Rodez's direction! A clearly disgusted Jade turns away from the Handsome Hustler, who goes back to the boots on Tyler. Boot after boot, stomp after stomp rain down on Tyler before finally referee Silverman steps in. Unfortunately though, as he does so he guides Ned over towards D*LUX's corner. Ned blows another kiss to Jade and finally Shayne Brave has had enough and enters the ring, but that merely serves to distract Silverman and allow Singleton to sneak in with some stomps of his own! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE And now look at this...THIS is why Ned and Simon won the OAOAST and HI-YAH Tag Team Titles, cheap tactics like this! COACH Ease up Mikey. Ned's just feeling a little frisky with Jade in his eyeline, that's all. He's an emotional man. COLE He's a sleazeball. Finally Silverman gains control and as Simon sneaks back to the apron, it's Ned back on the offense. Pulling Tyler up, Ned whips him off into the ropes and lands a back elbow. Quick cover by Ned... 1... 2... And a quick kickout. Shooing away the referee, Ned again drags Tyler up with a handful of hair and scoops him up, bringing him down across the knee with another gutbuster. Tyler groans in pain as the confident Blanchard shoves him onto his back and DEMANDS a count... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE Blanchard with the quick covers, keeping the pressure on the youngster. COACH Oh he wants the win bad, real bad. The sooner Ned can put this kid away the sooner the month starts. Look at Ned Mikey, he can smell Ja...uhm...'it'. He can smell 'it'. It being the victory. CABOOSE Good cover, pervy. Ned and Simon make the exchange with the Handsome Hustler firing Simon up with a slap across the chest, testosterone running wild. Taking this encouragement in his stride, Simon thwarts any hopes Tyler had of reaching for a tag, pulling him towards the Beverly Hills corner and into a swift back suplex. Backing into his corner, the second rope is Simon's next destination, waiting on Tyler to get back up. However "Tremendous" Tyler doesn't play into Singleton's hands and instead begins to crawl away towards a tag. Thinking quickly, Ned slaps Simon on the back and tags himself in, rushing in to stomp Tyler. Simon remains on the middle rope, so Ned quickly diverts referee Silverman to the D*LUX corner, before hitting a backbreaker on Tyler. He then keeps Bryant draped over the knee, while Simon soars off the middle with an elbow to flip Bryant off the knee and on his head on the canvas! COLE Devestation Device! COACH It's like their music says, pain and destruction are their middle names! CABOOSE No it doesn't! Their music says 'you can call me any, any time'. Shooing his partner out, Blanchard now calls over Silverman as he makes the cover... 1... 2... SAVE BY SHAYNE! MACKENZIE Places people, places! COACH Yeah, places people! I swear, these extras think they can go wherever they please. As if Brave wasn't frustrated enough he's now escorted back to the corner, his pleas for the referee to turn around and see Ned Blanchard's blatant choke falling on deaf, uninterested ears. And by the time Shayne is out and Silverman is in position, the wily veteran Blanchard is doing nothing more sinister than tagging in his partner. Singleton and Blanchard take an arm apiece and send Tyler off into the ropes. Jade's relatively short reach means she misses the blind tag, as Tyler rebounds away from his partners and towards his opponents. Drop toehold by Ned, followed up with an elbow from Simon! Patented New, New Midni...uhm, Beverly Hills Blonds. "LET'S GO TY - LER!" "LET'S GO TY - LER!" "LET'S GO TY - LER!" "LET'S GO TY - LER!" Backing into the ropes again, Simon leaves his tag partners to try and silence the crowd, concentrating instead on dropping a leg down across the back of the head! Simon stays sat after the legdrop, distracted by Ned who has ran across the apron and into his eyeline. And making weird hand motions. Weird hand motions only Simon seems to understand. SINGLETON TAKE TWO! *BAM!* Simon lifts the leg and slams it across the back of the head again like a clapboard. SINGLETON TAKE THREE! *BAM!* And again! COLE Re-diculous. This punnery provides great amusement for Simon and Ned who laugh away uproariously, embracing either side of the ropes and earning themselves screams of derision from the fans. Mackenzie's applause starts almost as uproarious as the laughter. But slowly she stops and turns to panic, screaming at Ned and Simon to turn around, as Tyler has fought to his feet, dropkicking Simon in the back which causes Ned to plummet to the arena floor! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE I guess they haven't brushed off all of Jim Cornette's bad habits just yet after all! Horror struck, Simon holds his hands up in despair and apology. But he should be more worried about what waits behind him, as with a hand pinned to his neck Tyler waits. Slowly Singleton turns and he soon regrets doing so as Tyler meets him with a right hand. A second. Three, four, five, six and it's officially a flurry, people! Tyler eventually halts and whips Singleton across the ring, ducking the head ready for a backdrop. Seeing this coming a mile off it's a simple matter for Simon of putting on the brakes a landing a boot to the chest to snap Tyler upright. Confidence refound, Simon then comes with a clothesline... ...but Tyler rolls underneath and dives with a tag to Shayne Brave! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE And there's the tag! COACH That part's going to end up on the cutting room floor... COLE Would you STOP with the puns already! Scurrying to the top, the fresh "Showtime" Shayne is able to reach the top before Simon can turn and waits on him with a missile dropkick! Simon is rolled to his feet by the momentum and takes a standing dropkick, also putting him down. Up to the apron comes Ned now, but Shayne spots him and a forearm drops Ned back to his far from adoring public on the floor. Fired up, the young teeny bopper points a finger down at Ned with some non-threatening trash talk, distracting him momentarily. But not momentarily enough...or momentarily enough for his liking...as Singleton sprints in only to get backdropped over the top and to the floor! The Beverly Hills Blonds collect themselves on the floor as Shayne now rallies the crowd into some rhythmical clapping before bursting across the ring, hitting the ropes... *SLAP!* COLE Blind tag by Jade! ...and rushing back with a NO HANDS PLANCHA, wiping out the Blonds in one fair swoop! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The three bodies on the floor pile up, but all eyes are now on the ring as Jade Rodez steps in. Panicking, Mackenzie tries to get away...but Jade catches her before she can disembark from the apron and beils her over the top, into the ring to a HUGE pop! COLE Alright! We're gonna see the ladies get it on again to the delight of this crowd! COACH And this announcer! Growling, teeth gritted, Jade grabs hold of Mackenzie's blond hair and yanks her to her feet despite pleas for mercy. Jade lands a forearm! And another! A third and Mackie is wobbling, only her long locks preventing her from falling to the ground. Grabbing the arm, Jade executes an irish whip and sends Mackenzie crashing into the corner, then follows in with the Double Knees~! COACH Oh no, don't do that to them! COLE Them? COACH Her! CABOOSE Her? COACH ...okay, I meant them! Breasts are people too you know! Winded, Mackenzie stumbles out into a scoop and a slam. Not the prettiest, but effective enough. Hey, she's green. Green or not though, Jade's got a lot of passion and pulls Mackenzie up to dish out some more punishment. A crisp forearm puts Mackie back on her ass and Jade shoves her down, ready to make the cover. Only trouble is, she's not the legal person for her team. Mind you, neither is Ned Blanchard, but that doesn't stop him from rolling into the ring and grabbing two handfuls of Jade's hair. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COLE Oh no! There's no need for this Ned, put her down! COACH Hey, it's all legal. COLE Legal sure, but it doesn't make it moral! Jade looks horrified and justifiably so, fearing a beating from Ned. It's not so much as on Neddy's mind though as he drags Jade up. No anger. No determination. In fact, the Handsome Hustler is smiling, going so far as to lick his lips as he brings Jade around face to face with him. At which point, looking to get out of Ned's greasy clutches, Jade tucks her head and drops Ned with a Jawbreaker! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Complaining to Silverman that he's bit his tongue, Ned begs for a timeout from his potential slave. No dice is answer from Jade though, cupping Ned around the back of the head and NAILING him with a forearm strike! COLE I'm sure Ned's been hit by plenty of women in this time but I doubt he's ever been that hard by the female of the species! Jade is feeling that fire so usually absent from her brother's mindset and slams a second forearm across Blanchard's jaw! And with the crowd right behind her, Jade lands forearm number three. Unfortunately for her though, this one returns the smile back to Ned's face, that lurid, lock me up I'm a pervert smile. BLANCHARD Come on baby, you're just giving me a hard on! JADE "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COACH HA! AHAHA! YES, YES! COLE That's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard! For a moment, Jade is understandably taken aback. But as Ned gives the licks another big ol' lick, J-Ro decides to check the validity of Ned's statement... ...WITH THE BALL CLAW~!~!~! BLANCHARD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! COACH NOOOOOOOO!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Ned writhes around in the dreaded ball claw, actually jumping around in pain which probably isn't doing much good as Jade continues to squeeze his testicles in the hope of rendering them usless, for the good of the entire female human race. The yelps for mercy are ignored by Jade, who is probably enjoying herself a little too much. Looking to put an end to all this is Simon Singleton as he slides into the ring and charges at Jade, looking to wipe the 18 year old out with a double axehandle. But Jade simply pulls Ned in (by the balls, yo) the way and causes the Beverly Hills Blonds to inadvertantly clock heads! Shayne Brave slides back in and takes Singleton out of the ring with a Cactus clothesline, again leaving Jade alone with Ned in the ring. CABOOSE I doubt this is what Ned had in mind when he thought this slavery stipulation up. It might have been, he's a sick puppy, but I do doubt it. Nursing his unmentionables, Ned pulls himself to his feet and has had ENOUGH~!, charging Jade with a clothesline. Jade ducks the arm however, catching Ned on the way back around with a boot to the gut before planting him with a shock DDT! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Rather than go for the cover, for some reason Jade rolls Ned back over onto his front. Grabbing the legs, Jade then folds one over the other like an upside down figure four. Lacing a hand in between, Jade then elevates and locks on the Condo Clutch (Inverted Texas Cloverleaf) to the delight of the fans!! COLE Jade Rodez using every bit of her wrestling experience and she's got Ned tied up! COACH Where the hell did she learn that!?! COLE And let's be clear, if Ned taps out to Jade then D*LUX win the titles! Wouldn't that just be the perfect ending? Indeed it would. But Blanchard, despite obvious pain, hasn't given up yet and has enough of a weight advantage to begin to crawl towards the ropes. Jade doesn't have the height to really elevate Ned to a position to make up for the power differential and thus, Ned can make the ropes... ...or, would, if not for a Top Rope Legdrop from "Tremendous" Tyler to the back of the head! Jade quickly dumps the submission attempt and instead rolls Ned over with a pin, Tyler gleefully leading the crowd with the count... 1... 2... 3- NO! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Damnit, so close! Ned almost got beat by a girl! Tyler now helps Jade to pick Ned back up, the unlikely duo looking for an unlikely double team. However Ned is able to fend Tyler off with a headbutt to the gut and manages to pieface Jade down, out of the way. Ned then runs through Tyler with a clothesline that sends The Tremendous One out of the ring and to the floor, deflating the crowd. And putting Jade in a whole lot of trouble. COLE Uh-oh...I think Ned's had enough of the games. CABOOSE No kidding, she needs to run and run long because Blanchard isn't going to mess about this time. Now it's Jade's turn to beg off but Ned is having none of it, keeping his nether regions out of reach as he grabs the hair and drags her up to his feet. "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" Surprisingly, Ned doesn't resort to hitting a woman. Instead, he looks her into a front facelock and prepares to hit the Slingshot Suplex, only slightly less immoral. Jade tries to get free but Ned's a strong guy and he's able to hold her at bay, grabbing Jade's special b-ball shorts and lifting her up, looking to guide her onto the ropes... ...SMALL PACKAGE... 1... COLE JADE'S GOT NED! 2... COLE JADE'S GOT NED! THR- NED REVERSES THE PIN! 1... 2... Tyler is held by the leg by Mackenzie DeCenzo, unable to reach to where Ned has Jade packaged up. And Jade simply isn't strong enough to escape... 3!!!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE NO! COACH YES! COLE NOOOOOOOO! COACH YES! NED'S GOT JADE, NED'S GOT JADE...NED'S GOT JADE, FOR A WHOLE MONTH BABY!! Both Ned and Jade come out of the pin and to their knees, both in shock and disbelief. Jade in disbelief that she just blew her team's shot at the HI-YAH Titles and at the month ahead. Ned in disbelief that his wildest dreams are now going to come true. COLE I don't believe this. COACH Believe it! Believe it Mikey, believe it! Mama Rodez, cancel the allowance and clear out the bedroom because little Jade's gonna become a woman this month, haha! COLE You are sick! You're as sick as Blanchard is damnit! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the match... the team of MACKENZIE DECENZO and STILL the HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions, THE BEVERLY HILLS BLONDS! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" BUFFER And as a result of the pre-match stipulation, Jade Rodez will now be the legally binding slave of Ned Blanchard for 30 Days. The sombre tone of Buffer's announcement tells the story as the crowd remain quiet, the enormity of the situation dawning on them as Jade sinks to the mat with her head in her hands. Both Tyler and Shayne look dejected on the floor as Simon and Mackenzie roll in to congratulation Ned. But Ned isn't concerned with that, brushing his partners away. D*LUX come in and look to console their distraught manageress, but Ned storms up to his feet and pushes them out of the way, delighting in shouting that "She's my property now, boys!" Reaching down, Blanchard then grabs Jade by the wrist and brings her to her feet, ignoring the tears welling up in the youngest Rodez sibling's eyes as he pushes her chin up...AND PLANTS A SMACKER, RIGHT ON THE LIPS!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Tyler and Shayne try to step in but they're held back by Silverman and before they know it, Ned has whisked Jade out of the ring and is dragging her up the ramp. The poor young lady is in floods of tears with Singleton laughing away and carrying the belts, Mackenzie putting the badmouth on her while Ned looks at her with pure depravity in his eyes. And all Tyler and Shayne can do is watch on, powerless. COLE This is wrong. Jade Rodez tried to take up the responsibility and take Ned on, but she put herself in position to get pinned. It was a naive move and it's cost both herself and D*LUX big. CABOOSE Ironic, huh? Her brother's mister cool, calm and collected and yet Jade lets her emotions get the better of her like that. COLE This is going to be a long month. We're not going to hear the end of this for a long time I'm afraid. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Adam 0 Report post Posted May 29, 2006 MAP Here's a map of the school premises (I just used my elementary school, which is about a 5-minute walk from my house, as the model). Hope you guys find it helpful: The room with the poorly-drawn star in it is the room we'll be starting in. It's outlined in red. The rooms outlined in purple are other classrooms. The room marked "B" is the broom closet. The room marked "P" is the principal's office. The room marked "L" is the library. The room marked "K" is the kitchen. The room marked "E" is the lunch line. The orange boxes are steps. The bright blue box is a fenced-in area with an electrical unit inside. The blue lines are doors. The yellow lines are windows. You'll notice that the windows in the back don't line up with the classrooms, and that's because there's another floor of classrooms below those. It's really hard to tell, but a couple of the windows in that area are smaller than the others, and those are bathroom windows. I also forgot to mark the bathrooms, but there's one on the right-hand side when you go in through the back doors, and one right around the corner from that. The big room outlined in lime green is the gym. The dark green box in the back of the gym is the bleachers, when closed. I don't know how far they extend. There's a wooden wall at the end of the bleachers, which is marked as a door. The room in the top right end is the gym storage closet, and the speech classroom is back there somewhere. The rooms across from the bleachers are locker rooms, and I just guessed on those because I don't recall ever being in them. The "G" square outside is the storage garage. The light grey area is the sidewalk (the one in the top right corner that cuts off from the sidewalk goes up and down the hill and makes for great high-speed bike riding), and the dark grey is the blacktop in the back and the roads around everything. The green areas outside are grass, of course. There, I think I've covered everything. COLE And it's time for the Sunday Detention match, for the OAOAST Heartland championship! COACH Let's go to school, Cole! *Camera cuts to the outside of the school, then inside the classroom, where paper airplanes are seen flying around as all the challengers are sitting at their desks, which appear to be made for first-graders.* CABOOSE Well, there are the challengers! Rick Heyross walks into the classroom with a portable tape player. He sets it on the teachers' desk and pushes the play button, and Punishment by BIOHAZARD plays. COACH And here comes the champ! Brock Ausstin walks into the classroom and sits at the desk. He sets his belt on top of it, and picks up a piece of papaer. He puts a pair of black-frame glasses with no lenses on. BROCK OK, time for roll call, when I call your name, stand up. *ahem* Jack Beam. *Beam stands up, raising his fist in the air, crowd gives a small pop.* Quentin Benjamin. *Benjamin stands up, does a shuffle and raises both hands. Crowd boos.* Mr. Boricua. *Boricua stands up and raises a fist. Crowd boos.* Tony Capella. *Capella stands up and raises his hands in the air, waving them. Crowd cheers.* The Mad Cappa. *Cappa stands and kisses his hands, then holds them out with two fingers up on each hand. Crowd cheers.* Spanish Fly. *Fly stands on his chair and raises his hands. Crowd cheers.* Vincent Ford. *Whitey stands up and raises a fist in the air. Crowd boos.* Mike Guerriero. *Guerriero stands and raises his hands. Crowd cheers.* Colombian Heat. *Heat stands and throws up the "W" with both hands, crowd gives a nice pop. Heat and Marcellus Wallace have words as Heat sits back down.* Jumbo. *Crowd pops, but Jumbo is nowhere to be found.* ...Jumbo. *still nothing. Brock now stands up.* ...JUMBO. *Jumbo walks out of the coat hall with his lunchbox, and Cheeto crumbs on his shirt. He walks to his desk and raises his hands as the crowd cheers.* Charlie Moss. *Moss gets up and raises his hands, then pounds his chest. Crowd boos.* Reject. *Big boos for Reject, who stands up and holds his arms outstretched.* Thomas Rodriguez. *Rodriguez stands up and raises his hands. Crowd boos.* Thunderkid. *Big pop for TK, who stands and raises his hands.* Marcellus Wallace. *One-Eye stands and raises one fist in the air. Crowd boos.* And Mister Warrior. *Crowd pops, but no Warrior. Brock stands up, when a growl is heard from the hallway.* Black Sweat plays over the loudspeaker, and Mister Warrior runs into the room and starts pounding on the desk. Rick Heyross confronts him, and is met with a big right hand! Warrior raises his arms to the sky, then runs out of the room with his arms in the air. The school bell sounds.* *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!* Everyone jumps out of their seats and begins to brawl! COLE And here we go! CABOOSE And this is going to go on all over this school premises for twenty minutes! Will Brock hang on, or will we see a new champion crowned? Brock watches the action for a few seconds, then grabs one of the chairs by its back legs. (like this, except just the chair with four legs, and no basket. The desk would look like this) (except with two side legs and no chair attached, of course) Brock measures Tony Capella, and slams the chair over his back! CABOOSE WOW! COLE And there's no give in those chairs, folks! Brock grabs Capella and throws him head-first into the chalkboard! Meanwhile, the SCM double-team Jumbo, and they work their way into the coat hall! Coats are pulled off of hooks and lunch boxes fall off shelves as the three men do battle. Mike Guerriero joins in on Jumbo's side, grabbing Ford from behind and slugging away. Back in the classroom, Jack Beam hammers away at Thomas Rodriguez, as Brock exits the classroom with Tony Capella in his hand. Thunderkid teams up with Colombian Heat, and the two double suplex Mr. Boricua through the teachers' desk! COACH Well, that desk didn't last long! TK then grabs a yardstick and nails Heat in the gut! TK then gives shots to each member of Team Heyross! He then looks around, not seeing Brock, and leaves the classroom. Brock is shown slamming Capella's head into a drinking fountain down the hallway, and TK runs him down. Brock catches the yardstick in his hand, and gives TK a foot to the gut. He then grabs the yardstick and breaks it over the back of TK! Mike Guerriero rushes down the hall and jumps on the back of Brock, and the rest of the competitors take their brawl down the hall, as well. Brock gives Guerriero a knee to the gut, then throws him into the broom closet. He then goes right back to work on Capella, taking him into the teachers' lounge. He rams Capella's head into the refridgerator, and a blood spot is left. COLE And Brock obviously has done a number on Tony Capella, who is already busted open here! COACH And let's not forget, Capella a close companion of Otaku II, who had a little thing going with Brock around AngleMania! Brock pulls a table out, as Colombian Heat is seen sneaking in behind. He reaches into the fridge, as Brock lifts Capella up, and delivers the F-STUNNER-5~!!!!!11111 through the table! When Brock turns around, he's met with a jar of pickles over the head! Colombian Heat takes a swig of Budweiser, then covers... CABOOSE ...why was there beer in the teacher's lounge refridgerator? 1... 2... 3!!! COLE And we've got a pinfall! So now Colombian Heat is the man to beat! Colombian Heat raises his hands, just in time to be met with a big boot from Mr. Boricua! Boricua taunts Heat, then drags him through the opposite side of the teachers' lounge into the library. Boricua sets up an Irish whip, but Heat reverses and sends Boricua into the shelves, as books come piling down on top of him! Spanish Fly walks towards Heat, and Heat lifts him in a press slam, throwing him down onto the pile of books containing Mr. Boricua! CABOOSE If Mr. Boricua hasn't read any good books lately, he's going to have plenty of time now! Reject and Thomas Rodriguez join in on the mee-lay, as the camera cuts back to the teacher's lounge, where Team Heyross is trying to revive Brock. COLE And Brock Ausstin still knocked silly by that pickle jar from Colombian Heat, if he can't score a pin on Heat or if anyone who pins Heat before the time runs out, he will lose the Heartland championship! Suddenly, Mister Warrior runs into the teacher's lounge, and grabs a carton of milk and a carton of apple cider out of the fridge. He "drinks" both cartons, more accurately dumping them all over his face, then delivers clotheslines to both members of Team Heyross! He then takes the big aluminum coffee urn, "drinks" the hot coffee, and slams the empty urn over the head of Quentin Benjamin before running out once again. CABOOSE ...this guy is fucking crazy. Back to the library, where Jumbo is hammering away at Thomas Rodriguez. COACH Oh, look at poor Tommy! Come on, Tommy! COLE "Poor Tommy..." Meanwhile, Reject and Colombian Heat have made their way out of the library and into the gym, while the SCM double-team Thunderkid. The Mad Cappa hammers away on Ford, while TK starts to mount a comeback on One-Eye. TK grabs a golf club, and slams it on the shoulder, then the back of One-Eye! TK then backs up, jumps, grabs the basketball rim with both hands, and starts swinging. When One-Eye gets up, TK swings off and catches him with a spinning headscissors! COLE What a move by Thunderkid, at 255 pounds to do that! COACH But I think it took something out of TK, as well, remember, that's a hardwood floor he landed on! Mister Warrior emerges from the equipment room with a bag of kickballs, and starts heaving them at the other wrestlers! Warrior catches Spanish Fly square in the forehead as he emerges from the library, knocking him right back inside! COLE WOW, what a shot the Fly took right there! Warrior then pounds on his chest and runs into the kitchen. Team Heyross double-team Colombian Heat, giving him the DOUBLE-GOOZLE on the hardwood floor! As Jack Beam hammers on the back of Jumbo, Team Heyross opens the back door of the gym, leading outside. On the door, there is a set of concrete steps which go sideways against the building, with the top step and porch standing about five feet off the blacktop outside. There is also a railing, which stands another four feet. Moss sets Heat up throat-first on the railing. COLE Oh no, not on that railing! Benjamin comes running from one side of the gym, jumps over Moss, and comes down on the back of Heat! CABOOSE Wow, who knows, Heat could have a crushed larnyx here! He's holding his throat! Moss drags Heat down the steps, then gives him an STO BACKBREAKER~! Moss then runs over to a small storage garage a few feet from the steps, opens it up, and grabs two tables, setting them up right next to each other, perpendicular to the gym door. He then sets Heat up on his shoulders, as Benjamin balances himself on the rail, the crowd in the arena buzzing... COLE ...no. COACH How high is Benjamin in the air? Benjamin leaps off, and delivers a ROCKER DROPPER THROUGH BOTH TABLES~!!! TRIPLE C COLE Heat is out of it! CABOOSE And that's blacktop under those tables, too! *cut briefly back to the arena, where the crowd chants HOLY SHIT~!* Moss rolls over and covers... 1... 2... 3!!! COLE ...and we've got another pin! Team Heyross with the great double team move, but Moss stealing the glory! Moss jumps up and raises his hands, then gets rolled up by his partner! 1... 2... 3!!! COLE And now Benjamin with the pin on his own partner! So both members of Team Heyross with pinfalls in this match, just like that! COACH So Quentin Benjamin's the man to beat now! Moss gets up and confronts Benjamin briefly, before Jumbo interrupts them with a double clothesline! COLE And Colombian Heat is still out, hopefully we can get some help out here for him! COACH Yeah, get the nurse, get him some peppermint water out here, do something! Most of the combatants have made their way outside, doing battle all over the playground. Reject chokes Mike Guerriero on the bars of the jungle gym sphere, while Thunderkid and Mr. Boricua hammer away at one another. The SCM double up on Jack Beam, as The Mad Cappa is pushing Spanish Fly high on a swing. COACH What's going on here? At the peak of his swing, Spanish Fly pulls himself out of the swing, and flies through the air onto all three men, prompting another HOLY SHIT~! chant from the crowd in the arena! COLE And another spectacular high-flying move! Reject has Guerriero laying on his stomach in the Merry-Go-Round, and spins it to the left. He turns around, and measures Guerriero, and as he comes around, lays in a big kick to the head! COLE What a KICK there by Reject! Cut back to the steps, where Brock carries Tony Capella outside, and gives him a belly-to-belly overhead on the concrete! He then turns him over and locks him in an STF on the blacktop, as Cappa hammers away on Quentin Benjamin. CABOOSE Man, Brock has really focused on Capella here from the get-go! Guerriero recovers, then sees Capella over on the blacktop, and slowly makes his way over to break up the hold. Moss attacks TK from behind, giving Benjamin a hand, but that only allows Colombian Heat to sneak up and execute the BONG HIT~!!! on Benjamin! COACH Where did he come from? COLE Colombian Heat with the Bong Hit! This could be his second pin of the match! 1... 2... However, Jumbo pulls Heat off, then delivers the XL SPLASH~!!! 1... 2... 3!!! COLE But no, it's Jumbo, the biggest man in the match getting the pin! But I can't believe that Heat was able to recover after that big move from Team Heyross! Jumbo is immediately attacked by Charlie Moss and Jack Beam. Brock Ausstin rushes to the scene, and hammers away, as well. Jumbo walks back towards the building, and the rest follow. Jumbo makes it up the steps, and heads towards the kitchen. COACH What do you know, Jumbo's headed for the food! CABOOSE I wonder if that nut's still in there? And indeed, Mister Warrior is behind the counter with a fishnet on his head and an apron, as he reaches into the pans, coming out with a handful of spaghetti and a handful of chicken and noodles and raising them in the air as he growls. As Jumbo enters the lunch line, with Brock Ausstin right behind, Warrior grabs a tray and drills Brock over the back of the head with it. Thomas Rodriguez is knocked into the kitchen, and Brock clotheslines him over the counter. Warrior grabs a pot of spaghetti sauce, and dumps it over Rodriguez's head! COACH Ohhhh, why'd he have to do that to Tommy? Warrior pounds his chest, and runs from the cafeteria. Brock grabs the empty pot and bashes Jumbo on the head, then follows him into the gym, where he lifts him up for the F-STUNNER-5~!!!!!11111 COLE He's got him up, all 440 pounds! Brock completes the move, then covers... 1... 2... 3!!! COLE And Brock is the man once again! Brock rolls off so his back is against the wall. CABOOSE Jumbo was never able to get out of the blocks after getting the pin on Quentin Benjamin! COLE We're nearing the halfway point of the match, as you see the timer in the bottom right-hand corner of the screen, and once again, Brock Ausstin is the man to beat! Brock inches towards the doors, and starts to escape from the crowd, which gives him chase. TK cuts through the library and teacher's lounge, cutting Brock off, and gives him a clothesline. TK slugs away, until Reject pulls him off and tosses him into the water fountain gut-first! Reject helps Brock to his feet, then leads him down the hall into another class room...only to deliver the EULOGY~!!!!!11111 COLE Reject with the EULOGY! 1... 2... 3!!! COLE And Reject with the pin, after outsmarting Brock! Reject quickly gets up and locks the door, then runs and escapes through the window! COACH Look at that! Great thinking, Reject! Reject runs around the side of the building, as the other wrestlers are shown making their way outside to look for him. Brock is just starting to come to in the classroom. Reject runs past the playground and down the hill, as flashing lights are seen on the side of the road. COLE Now, Reject can't leave the school premises, he can only go to the bottom of this hill! He can't set foot in the road! COACH Oh, he knows the rules, he's just playing a little cat-&-mouse, is all! Reject runs to the corner of the boundaries, and runs up the side of the road. He sees the wrestlers on the other side of the school looking around, then ducks and runs down a hill where the basement windows are, managing to get one of them open and slip inside. COLE Nine minutes left in the match, and the other wrestlers have no idea where Reject, the man to beat right now, is! COACH This is excellent, Cole! What smart thinking by Reject! Brains over brawn! Reject sits down at a desk and catches his breath, then gets up and slowly makes his way out of the classroom. Once he steps out, he puts his hands on his knees again. COACH Oh, no! Mister Warrior is seen clear at the other end of the hall, running towards Reject at a full sprint. He drills Reject with a clothesline, then pounds his chest, and runs up the steps! CABOOSE Warrior with the clothesline, but Reject has been able to burn off two minutes with this running game of his! COACH Reject is eight minutes away from becoming the new Heartland champion, if no one gets a pin on him, but they've got to find him first! COLE Let's run this down as Reject starts to get to his feet, Brock started the match as the man to beat, of course, then Colombian Heat scored the first pin, followed by Charlie Moss, Quentin Benjamin, Jumbo, Brock again, and then Reject, and Reject has done the smart thing here and stayed away from the other combatants! Reject starts to make his way up the stairs, when he's spotted by Mike Guerriero coming down them! The two do battle on the stairway, and the other combatants eventually spot the action! COACH Well, it worked for him for a while, at least! Jack Beam hammers on Guerriero, then TK takes over on Reject. COLE And now it's the former partners going at it here! TK sets Reject up by a round table, and drives him through it with the THUNDERBOLT DDT~!!!!!11111 1... 2... 3!!! COACH Aww, man! COLE Thunderkid the man to beat, with just over 7 minutes to go! A bloodied Mr. Boricua comes at TK, who fires off rights to the midsection, then clotheslines him to the ground. He sets him up for the THUNDERBOLT DDT~!!!!!11111, when Thomas Rodriguez attacks him from behind. TK drops Boricua, and stalks Rodriguez down the hallway. Quentin Benjamin tries to grab TK from behind, but TK turns around and nails him. Rodriguez runs down the hallway, and TK gives chase. Meanwhile, the SCM has set up another round table, and set up Mike Guerriero. They lift him up in the air, and DOUBLE POWERBOMB him through the table! COLE And Guerriero sent through the table! Mr. Boricua knocks Colombian Heat down the steps, while Jumbo and Spanish Fly hammer away on Jack Beam. Cappa hammers on Reject, who is still recovering from the table spot, while Brock and Charlie Moss continue hammering away on Tony Capella. TK has followed Rodriguez into the gym, where he tosses him into the bleachers. However, as he starts to set him up for a big move, THA PUERTO RICAN sneaks up from behind with a low blow! COLE PRL??? How did he get in there? PRL then drags TK down and drops him with the CORPORATE NIGHTMARE~!!!!!11111 TK is out like a light, and PRL drags Rodriguez on top of him! 1... 2... 3!!! COACH OH YEAH! COLE Oh, no! Thomas Rodriguez has scored a pin! PRL drags the bloodied TK over to the wall, and tosses him next to the wall behind the bleachers. He then goes over to the wall, and hits the switch, and the bleachers start to close! COLE Oh, come on now! CABOOSE Are they really going to close those bleachers on him? COLE There's room to move back there, but TK is trapped now! COACH More brains over brawn! COLE Just over five minutes to go in this match, and TK's window of opportunity closing just like those bleachers did! PRL departs the building, as Rodriguez runs towards the equipment room with Spanish Fly chasing him down! Fly hammers away, then tosses Rodriguez back out into the gym! Rodriguez makes another getaway, heading for the library once again. He goes in and locks the door, so Fly runs around out of the gym and through the teachers' lounge, and catches Rodriguez as he's trying to go out the window! CABOOSE I don't know where Rodriguez thought he was going there, that's about a 20-foot drop onto blacktop out that window! COLE He isn't going anywhere now! Fly gives Rodriguez a slam, then climbs onto a desk. From there, he climbs onto a bookshelf, and drops a leg onto Rodriguez! Cover... 1... 2... 3!!! COLE Well, we had the biggest man in the match scoring a pin, and now the smallest man! Spanish Fly the man to beat now, with just over four minutes to go! The rest of the brawl has made its way into the library at this point, as Jack Beam attempts a LARIATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! on Mike Guerriero, who ducks and takes him down, slapping on a kimura armbar! He keeps the hold on for a few seconds, until Mr. Boricua breaks it up. Fly climbs back onto the bookshelf and leaps off with the FLY-SWATTER~!!!111 onto Boricua! COLE There's the Fly-Swatter! Boricua is out of it! Reject comes after Fly, but Fly takes him down with a drop toe-hold, and Reject headbutts Boricua in the crotch on the way down! The crowd in the arena groans. Jumbo then tries to jump onto the bookcase the way Fly did, as the crowd in the arena bursts out in laughter. The bookcase falls over, of course, taking out both members of the SCM, along with Colombian Heat and The Mad Cappa. CABOOSE Well, I don't think that's what Jumbo had in mind, but he made some progress! Team Heyross then double teams Jumbo, as Fly makes his way out of the library. Brock Ausstin is still pounding Tony Capella, who is now bleeding buckets. COLE And Capella just being BRUTALIZED by Brock Ausstin, as Spanish Fly is just three minutes away from winning the Heartland championship! What a story if he could come out with the belt here! And, of course, we're due one last appearance from Mister Warrior, who bursts through the small wooden wall separating the bleachers from the wall and pounds his chest before running outside, down the steps, and down the hill towards the road. CABOOSE Why that goofball was behind the bleachers, we may never know, but if TK has recovered yet, he now has an opening back there! Rodriguez has regrouped and attacked Fly from behind, but Fly retaliates and hammers him to the ground. Brock finally lays off of Capella, and sneaks up on Fly. He spins him around, and drills him with a clothesline! COACH Well, it may have been a fairy tale ending, but here comes the reality for the Fly! Brock carries the Fly out of the gym, and into another classroom. From there, he sticks Fly's head in between his legs, then lifts him up high, and pulls him down by the pants, with a POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TEACHERS' DESK~!!! TRIPLE C Brock places one foot on Fly's chest... 1... 2... 3!!! COLE Less than two minutes to go, and it's Brock Ausstin once again! Brock simply leaves Fly laying, and exits the classroom, where TK takes a half-hearted swing, missing, and Brock hammers him to the ground with a forearm. CABOOSE And these guys are running out of gas now, that could have been the last fall right there! Brock paces the hallway to catch his breath, then steps back into the gym momentarily, hammering Mr. Boricua on the back with a forearm as he crawls towards him. Brock then grabs Reject and tosses him into one of the lunch tables, which are folded up into the wall. COLE Reject goes down, as we close in on the final 60 seconds of this match, and it looks like Brock will be the head of the class! Colombian Heat makes a charge, and is met with a clothesline. The SCM attempt a double team, but Brock fights back, then grabs them both in headlocks and delivers a double headbutt! COACH 45 seconds to go! Brock quickly runs back over to Capella and drags him into the lunch line, throwing him head-first right through the protective glass! COLE And insult to injury on Tony Capella! That was a little unnecessary! Brock looks over Capella and smirks, then jogs over to the teachers' lounge, where Rick Heyross awaits him, and hands him a dollar and a quarter. Brock gets a Coke out of the machine, then walks back to the starting classroom and sits in the teachers' chair as Rick Heyross counts down the match, and Brock counts along silently holding his fingers up. The crowd joins in, as well. 10!!! 9!!! 8!!! 7!!! 6!!! 5!!! 4!!! 3!!! 2!!! 1!!! Brock points at the bell... *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!* Some of the crowd boos, but many are giving appreciative cheers as Buffer makes the announcement in the arena. BUFFER The winner of the Sunday Detention match...and STILL OAOAST Heartland Champion... BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCKKKKKKK AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN NNN!!!!! Brock gets up from the chair, and looks into the camera. BROCK You see who's the head of the class now! Don't you worry, Alf, I'll be back for you, all in good time, my friend...all in good time. Brock laughs as he and Heyross walk out of the classroom, where Team Heyross awaits to congratulate Brock, and they all depart the school. The cameras pan around the school to show the carnage. COLE And take a look at the carnage! What an effort by all these great athletes, but in the end, they were all pupils in Brock Ausstin's classroom! CABOOSE Awesome stuff. Just awesome. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Adam 0 Report post Posted May 29, 2006 *KA-CHING~!* *Come and take your Vitamin X.* As “Rhymin’ & Stealin’” by the Beastie Boys starts playing, the crowd stands up and starts booing loudly. The Lightning Crew Mobile pulls up into the arena and parks near the entrance ramp, the Cuban Wall and Vitamin X holding the World tag team titles out the front windows as Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez does a seductive dance on the hood of the car. Cuban Wall and Vitamin X high five each other, and then step out of the red low-rider, the belts still in their hands. Wall and VX raise the stolen property of the Heavenly Rockers to a chorus of boos. Lindsay links up with her men arm and arm, the 3 Lightning Crew members headed to the ring. * DING DING DING * BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest on School's Out is scheduled for one fall and it is for the heavyweight tag team championship of the World. Introducing first, accompanied by the 1st Lady of The Lightning Crew, Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez...weighing in tonight at 533 pounds, the challengers... Vitamin X pulls Buffer aside and whispers something in his ear. Buffer is relucted to do as told until the Cuban Wall pays him a visit. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the tag team champions of the wooooooorld, Cuban Wall and Vitamin X, BRAINS ANNNNNNNNNND BRRRAAAAAAAWWWWNNNNN! Shane-O-Mac Shuffle from the X-Man, a cocky smirk on his face as he and Cuban Wall stand next to Buffer with the tag belts over their shoulders. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE The nerve of these men. They aren't the champions. They're crooks. COACH You know what they say, baby boy, possession is 9/10ths of the law. COLE That's a bunch of crock! Brains & Brawn are crooks, plain and simple. They didn't defeat the Heavenly Rockers for the belts, they stole them. COACH I prefer to call it safekeeping, that way the belts don't get lost or stolen. You know how dangerous the world is. CABOOSE Whatever you want to call it, Brains & Brawn will have a chance to win the belts fair and square tonight. COLE And they'll have to do it without the help of fellow Lightning Crew members like we saw on HeldDOWN~! If they win the tag titles, they'll do it like men not like a street gang. "Heart-Shaped Box" cues up, the fans jumping out of their seats and cheering the arrival of the World tag team champions. The Heavenly Rockers step out onto the stage and soak in the adulation from their fans, pointing to B&B and what's rightfully theirs -- the World tag team championship. BUFFER Their opponents...from Sin City, the reigning and defending heavyweight tag team champions of the woooooorld, the greatest rock 'n' wrestling band of all-time... THE HEAVENLYYYYY RRRRROOOOOOCKERRRRRSSSSSS! Synth and Logan charge the ring, Vitamin X and the Cuban Wall exiting in a calm matter. The Heavenly Rockers throw their leather jackets in B&B's faces, motioning for them to bring it on. Vitamin X and the Cuban Wall respond with a smirk and cold stare. Nick Patrick sends the Heavenly Rockers over to their corner and orders Brains & Brawn back inside the ring. COLE The Heavenly Rockers look ready, guys. COACH So do Brains & Brawn. Check out Logan Mann. The guy looks like a mummy all bandaged up. CABOOSE That usually happens to people chokeslammed off a 5 foot high interview stage to the concrete floor. The Cuban Wall warms up for the match by shadowboxing outside with Vitamin X as Nick Patrick keeps the Heavenly Rockers at bay. He takes the tag titles from the 1st Lady of the Lightning Crew and holds them up for all to see, including the challengers who shove Nick away because they know what the belts look like since they're the "champions." Michael Buffer is given possession of the belts and returns with them to his seat near the timekeepers table. * DING DING * Ready for action, Synth and Vitamin X say some last second words to their partners and walk up to each other in the center of the ring. VX bobs around the ring, shuffling his feet and winding up his fist. Synth cracks a smile, then shows he's more than just a wrestler/musican, he's also an impressionist, doing his version of the X-Man's Shane-O-Mac Shuffle that ends with the robot and a moonwalk! COLE You never know what you'll see at a OAOAST event. Vitamin X none to please with the Synthemeister's portrayal. Apparently he doesn't have a sense of humor like the rest of us. * SLAP * "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COACH (laughs) There's the X-Man's sense of humor. Vitamin X baits Synth into chasing him around the ring. Before he approaches the Heavenly Rockers corner VX rolls back inside and cheapshots Synth sliding in, stomping him in the back of the head. Snap suplex and a beauty, Vitamin X following up with rapid-fire elbow drops. He brings Synth up and rocks him with right hands, then drives him into the boot of Cuban Wall's in their corner. The near 7 foot tall native of Havana shows off his agility, soaring through the air and leveling the Synthmeister with an Undertaker-like flying clothesline off the ropes. He scoopes Synth up with ease and slams him to the mat, hitting the ropes afterwards and dropping the big leg. ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! The brawn in Brains & Brawn brings Synth back to his feet, sending him hard into the corner, and squashing the Synthmeister like a bug with an Avalanche splash! Synth staggers out and falls to a knee mid-ring, the Cuban Wall running up and smacking him upside the head with a SHINING WIZARD! COACH That's no cruiserweight, fellas. It's a 6'7, 285 pound bad ass Cuban. COLE Here's the cover! We could have new champions here! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! The Cuban Wall drives the fist into the forehead, lifting Synth up and firing him off to the ropes. He raises the boot...but Synth sprints under and shoots back with a flying forearm, just to bounce right off Wall's chest! Cuban Wall stares coldly into the eyes of Synth, shaking his head. Synth watches from a knee in awe, especially since his partner has climbed the corner behind the Cuban Wall. * BOOM * Double-axehandle to the head! The Heavenly Rockers with rights and lefts, rocking the big Cuban. Synth goes to take care of Vitamin X, bringing the X-Man down with a neckbreaker after ducking a clothesline, while Logan keeps the Cuban Wall reeling with left jabs to the stomach and chin. Mann yanks the Cuban flag bandana off Wall's head and stuffs it in his mouth, gouging the eyes with his free hand! Short-arm spinning clothesline knocks the Cuban Wall over the top to the floor, reuniting him with Vitamin X and Ms. Lindsay. Logan leaps onto the middle turnbuckle and points to the fans, amping them up to the max. CABOOSE The champions taking it to the challengers. COACH I'm glad you see it my mine, Caboose. The champions, Brains & Brawn, had the Heavenly Rockers on the ropes until those part-time wrestlers began cheating. COLE Let me repeat: Brains & Brawn are not the champions. COACH Officially not yet. But they are in The Coach's mind. Ms. Lindsay flees as Synth surprises Brains & Brawn, hitting the Cuban Wall with a SUICIDE DIVE that slams him into Vitamin X, crushing the X-Man against the GUARDRAIL. Logan shoots Ms. Lindsay a look, basically telling her to stay away. Synth and Logan target the Cuban Wall in hopes of taking him out of the match. Face-first into the steel ring steps goes Cuban Wall, who's tossed back inside the ring. The Heavenly Rockers follow Wall in and nearly knock him off his feet with double dropkicks to the knees, but the Cuban uses his hands to keep himself up. The Heavenly Rockers go to the well one too many times, the Cuban Wall showing an incredible amount of strength by swatting Synth and Logan down and lifting them both off the mat in a chokehold. Nick Patrick warns about the choke, but a quick glance from the Cuban Wall quiets that talk. The Cuban Wall is all set to chokeslam the Heavenly Rockers when they feverishly start kicking away at his legs, taking the wheels out from under the big man, giving them enough time to execute a double suplex! The Heavenly Rockers with a couple of quick tags. First, Logan drills the Cuban Wall square between the eyes with a running elbow, then levels him with a top rope double-axehandle smash that would make the Macho Man proud. Oooh, yeah! That allows Synth to deliver his second rope elbow drop! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! The Cuban Wall presses Synth over the referee, letting the Heavenly Rockers know it's gonna take more than that to finish him off. Another exchange made by the Heavenly Rockers. Their strategy clearly to wear the big fella out. Irish whip, Mann going along for the ride off the opposite side. Blind tag made, Vitamin X tackling Logan to the canvas with a SPEAR after Mann whiffs at a clothesline on Cuban Wall! COLE Uh-oh. Oh, my. Lo--Logan holding onto his ribs. He took a helluva shot from Vitamin X. Michael Cole isn't the only one to notice the pain Logan is in, so does Vitamin X, who immediately sets his sights on the ribs, removing the tape job and pounds away with punches and double-axehandle smashes. The X-Man stomps on the ribs, scooping Logan up by the head and delivering a pair of snap suplexes. ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! COACH Look at the focus in that man's eyes. Vitamin X has a reputation of wanting to make his opponents submit, but he isn't playing any games tonight; there's too much on the line, namely the World tag team championship. Vitamin X knocks Synth off the apron, decking him with a right hand. As Synth struggles to get past Nick Patrick so he can get his hands on the X-Man, Vitamin X throws Logan over the top rope. The Cuban Wall knows exactly what to do, punishing Logan's ribs by ramming him into the edge of the ring apron and then slamming him on the arena floor. Nick Patrick sees Cuban Wall standing over Logan and orders him back to his corner. Cuban Wall accepts the tag from Vitamin X, who places Logan up on the apron for him to suplex in. Cuban drags Logan over to the corner and positions on on his side, exposing the ribs as he climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle. He leaps off and crashes all 285 pounds down onto Mann's ribs with the BANZAI DROP! VITAMIN (laughing) BOO-YAH~! ONE... TWO... THREE...NO! VITAMIN X VX reaches over the top, demanding the tag. Cuban Wall oblieges. Vitamin X scales the turnbuckles with the dreaded McMahon SNEER~ etched on his face, determined to put Logan away. With a LEAP OF FAITH, the X-Man flies... ...and hits nothing but canvas as Logan avoids the flying elbow! COACH Wha...? CABOOSE Vitamin X got carried away, straying from the strategy he and Cuban Wall successfully used throughout the match. COLE Now will it come back to haunt him? "LO-GAN!" "LO-GAN!" "LO-GAN!" The crowd is firmly behind Logan Mann, laid out near the Brains & Brawn corner after rolling over to avoid Vitamin X's Leap of Faith. Synth shouts words of encouragement from his corner, drumming up (Get it? Synth's a real-life drummer) support for his partner. Both men now stirring, it's Logan who's first to his feet followed by Vitamin X. Logan struggles to maintain his balance, almost falling over. VX grabs Logan by the grab, causing Logan to turn. Vitamin X lowers his head in anticipation of an enzurigi, which never comes, so he lifts his head and eats a WICKED LEFT HOOK~! But it sends VX stumbling back into his corner while Logan falls to the mat. Brains & Brawn with the tag. Cuban Wall goes up to the top and dives off... ...connecting with a FLYING HEADBUTT TO THE RIBS!!! ONE... TWO... THREE-- KICKOUT! "YEEEAAAAHHHH!" COLE Incredible! How does Logan do it? His ribs must be killing him right now. CABOOSE Having never been a wrestler, Michael, you wouldn't understand the drive these men and women experience when they're in a championship match. Good guy or bad, it doesn't matter. That's what makes the bumps and bruises worth it, a chance to be called champion. And we're seeing both teams give it their all. Cuban Wall draps Logan over his shoulder blades, looking for a Death Valley Driver, but Mann counters by bringing him down with a sunset flip! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Cuban Wall rolls through and fires off a clothesline, missing as Logan goes under. Mann off the ropes, diving in the direction of Cuban Wall with the intent of hitting a back elbow, but the Cuban catches him in his arms and drives Logan into the mat with a CHOKESLAM! Instead of going for the pin, the Cuban Wall hits THE LIGHTNING CREW SPLASH for good measure. COLE Oh, my. New champions! ONE... TWO... THREE...NO!! Frustration beginning to set in on Brains & Brawn. Vitamin X wants the tag again, but Cuban Wall tells him to calm down because he's got it under control. Vitamin X doesn't know what the Cuban means until he sets Logan up for a powerbomb, bringing a smile to his face. Cuban Wall lifts Logan up, the Synthmeister springing to the top and hitting the Wall in the back with a dropkick that allows Logan to COUNTER THE POWERBOMB INTO A HURRICARANA!!! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Logan can only hold onto one of Cuban Wall's legs, but because of the Cuban Wall's height his free leg is under the bottom rope so no count can be made. Cuban Wall shoves Logan off him and rolls to the corner, tagging Vitamin X. If Vitamin X is successful with his next move then Mann will join many of his fellow rockers in meeting their maker due to an OVERDOSE. VX double underhooks the arms and lifts up, but Logan slides down, spins Vitamin X around and hits a deseperation spinning neckbreaker! The chants of "LOGAN" once again ring throughout the Pespi Center. Logan rolls onto his side, the sweat dripping down his face as he crawls his way over to his corner, Synth ready for the tag. Logan dives towards his corner, so does Vitamin X in an effort to stop the tag...but fails! COLE There's the tag! Big right hand knocks Vitamin X off his feet. And another. The Synthmeister catches the Cuban Wall stepping through the ropes with a dropkick. He turns to see Vitamin X coming his way, and reacts by moving aside and letting the X-Man run into the Cuban Wall. Both men stumbling out of the corner as Synth hits the ropes and then Brains & Brawn with a double clothesline! Up to the top goes Synth, nailing Vitamin X with a TOP ROPE SPINNING HEEL KICK! ONE... TWO... THREE... NO!!! COLE Oh, the Cuban Wall with the save. Synth had it won if not for the Cuban Wall. Logan looks to take care of that problem, decking the Cuban Wall with a flying elbow that would make Lex Luger proud. The two brawl out to the floor, leaving Synth and Vitamin X in the ring. Cue: Chopfest. * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Thumb to the eye puts Synth on his heels, Vitamin X rocking him with a fury of fast kicks. Right jab from Vitamin X, a second followed a lShane-O-Mac Shuffle, then another right...No, it's blocked. Synth spins VX like a globe, slamming him to the canvas with a reverse suplex. FINGER TWIRL OF DOOM~ signals the end is near, the Synthmeister setting Vitamin X for Percussion, but X buys himself a few more minutes with a couple of well-placed punches to the midsection. Synth battles back with punches of his own, only to have Vitamin X return the favor from minutes ago by blocking Synth's punch, using the arm to floatover and hit a DDT... ...NO! Synth counters with a kick to the midsection and PERCUSSION! "YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" COLE He got him! COACH Kickout, X. Kickout! ONE... TWO... Cuban Wall slides under the bottom rope, only making it halfway as Logan holds onto his legs. THREE! * DING DING DING * BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the match and STILL World tag team champions... THE HEAVENLYYYYY RRRRROOOOOOCKERRRRRSSSSSS! Nick Patrick takes the belts from Michael Buffer and hands them back to their rightful owners, Synth and Logan. Patrick raise their hands in victory, Logan wincing in pain due to his injured ribs. Many of the fans pat the Heavenly Rockers on the back as they head backstage, which Synth and Logan acknowledge with a fist pump. COLE Still the World tag team champions, the Heavenly Rockers. Their run in the OAOAST marked by injuries and tragedy, but they have once again overcome the odds to successfully retain -- and regain -- the tag team championship. COACH Heck of a win by the Heavenly Rockers, no doubt about it, but let's give some props to Brains & Brawn. I don't think anybody -- except the Coach, of course -- expected them to put up much of a fight. Vitamin X and Cuban Wall were never in a tag title match prior to tonight yet they found themselves in position to win at the end, which is all you can ask for in any sport. CABOOSE Coach is right. A lot of people wondered if Brains & Brawn were good enough to compete against the Heavenly Rockers, and they proved they were. Vitamin X and Cuban Wall can go home with their heads high even in defeat. This loss made them a better team. COLE That's one title match down, with the big one -- the World Heavyweight Title -- still to come later tonight. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Adam 0 Report post Posted May 29, 2006 WHOOSH! OAOAST Living Angleously, Available on DVD May 31st! WHOOSH! COLE Here we go with the Hi-Gate Brave Cup Championship... COACH We got Yoshi Tanichiri, the debuting ex-pro skateboarder who we'll be delving more into in the upcoming weeks, facing two men who WOW'd the crowds at the first episode of OAOAST Syndicated, Dark Predator and the champ, Ultra Shago. COLE Since they're foreign, we didn't give them entrances. Here we go! *BELL RINGS* All three men circle around the ring cautiously, trying to keep one eye on both opponents. They move slowly, trying not to tread any water too quickly. Finally, Dark Predator rushes and gets an unexpected go-behind on Shago into a schoolboy... ON...KICKOUT! Both are up, and Predator applies a headlock. Yoshi applies a headlock on Predator, but gets sent off to the ropes. Ultra Shago sends Dark Predator into Yoshi on the way back, and Predator gets sent down with a shoulderblock. Shago leaps onto Yoshi with a wheelbarrow into an armdrag! Both are back up, as Predator kips up with them. Yoshi grabs a headlock on Shago, but gets placed in a cravate by Predator. Shago squeezes his head out of the headlock and goes to Predator, pulling him down to the mat with a rear double-leg takedown, breaking up the cravate. Shago hooks his ankles underneath Predator's armpits and rolls him into a Gedoh Clutch cradle pin... Yoshi breaks it up immediately by rolling Shago into an Oklahoma Roll... ON...KICKOUT! Yoshi and Shago back up....Shago goes for a go-behind, but Yoshi turns around and knees him in the mid-section. The much-larger Tanichiri lifts Shago for a side suplex, but Shago flips out of it and lands behind Yoshi, leading to a dropkick from behind that sends Yoshi into a headlock takeover from Predator! Shago walks over to grab Dark Predator's legs as the crowd politely claps, then yanks him up in mid-air, allowing him to fall on his back on the mat while breaking up the headlock so Shago can apply a grounded headlock of his own! Predator escapes with a side headscissors, so Shago rolls to a front position and does a headstand...Tanichiri walks over and lifts Shago out of the hold into an over-the-shoulder powerslam position. He swings Shago around for something...reversal into an armdrag! Predator gets up and walks right into an old-school side headscissors takedown! COACH The speed of this insane action...just wow! COLE That's why we pay the big bucks to import these stars! Predator, much like Shago before, rolls to a front position and busts out a headstand in the headscissors. And again, Yoshi Tanichiri gets up and lifts Predator on his shoulder for a Bulldog-style powerslam. He swings Dark Predator around...and AGAIN gets armdragged! All three men back up, as Tanichiri immediately leaps over a single-arm legsweep from Predator, then kicks him square in the face with a buzzsaw kick! Shago leaps onto Yoshi's shoulders in an electric chair, then rolls back into a crucifix...crucifix bomb that forces Yoshi to land with a reverse-rotation senton bump onto Predator! Yoshi rolls back into a seated position in the corner behind him...Shago charges and connects with a leaping double-knee strike to the chest! COLE Ouch! The little man packs a big punch! Predator runs at Shago, but Shago bends down for a backdrop...Predator does a rolling flip over Shago's back and is so close to the corner that he ends up busting out a unique flying bootscrape to Yoshi that sends him to the outside! Predator climbs right back in (he landed on his feet) and goes up top. He connects with a diving knee strike to the side of Shago's face as he stands...Shago walks around 360 in a daze, then walks right into an AWESOME floatover implant DDT, spiking him on top of his skull! Tanichiri's standing in the corner, so Predator charges over and goes for a monkey flip. Yoshi grabs the feet and flips him over...but Predator lands on his feet. He goes for a Superman spear in the corner, but runs right into Tanichiri's boot! COLE That'll break a neck! Yoshi takes a second to rest in the corner, as Predator comes up on all fours...Shago charges and leaps for a Poetry in Motion-style hurricanrana..But, Yoshi catches him and powerbombs him onto Predator's back! He pulls Predator up and sends him off to the ropes. He lifts Predator for a tilt-a-whirl slam and spins him so quick that he gets an extra rotation and turns it into a face-slam! COVER! ONE! TWO! Shago breaks it up! Yoshi headbutts Shago in the stomach, then sends him off to the ropes with an Irish whip. Shago comes off of the ropes, leaps into a wheelbarrow, then flies up into an electric chair position...and Yoshi tosses him off into a backbreaker! COLE The ex-pro skakeboarder is showing off his power & size! Predator forearms Yoshi from behind. He leaps onto Tanichiri's back and goes for a lungblower...but Yoshi stands strong! Tanichiri then tries to lift Dark Predator over his shoulder, but Yoshi reverses with a reverse DDT on his knee! Yoshi bounces back to a bent position, as Predator comes off of the ropes behind him and nails a rolling Unprettier! Predator leaps to the second rope and hits a brutal Lionsault double stomp! Out of nowhere, Ultra Shago leaps over Predator's shoulder and brings him over with an armdrag, keeping ahold of the arm while sitting Predator up to roll behind and into a crucifix cradle... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Both men come up, and Predator connects with a back elbow that sends Shago stumbling into a corner. Predator walks up the ropes around Shago in the corner, then tries dropping down for a rana...but Shago rolls away and Predator falls down to the mat HARD! Shago runs and hits a standing Shooting Star Press! Cover! ONE! TWO! Yoshi Tanichiri breaks it up! BUT... The lights have gone out! The crowd goes "WHAAAA...?" They come back up... COLE OH MY GOD! It's the returning and unmasked Gibraltar! All seven feet, five inches and 500 pounds of him! COACH Where'd HE come from? Dark Predator runs out of the ring and through the crowd, but Ultra Shago gets caught trying to do so! Gibraltar yanks him back by the back of his tights, lifts him, and drops him with the dreaded Chokebreaker! Yoshi Tanichiri, the largest man in the match at 6'3, grabs his skateboard and hits Gibraltar from behind with it...it breaks in half! BUT, Gibraltar doesn't seem effected! He turns around and grabs Yoshi by the throat with one gigantic hand! He then places Yoshi between his legs...lifts him over a shoulder, charges at the ropes...DOMINATOR OVER THE TOP ROPE! Tanichiri's face bounced off of the apron! All of a sudden, down from the ramp runs Saint Andrew, the old manager of Gibraltar! Instead of his robe of yesteryear, he's wearing a minister's suit, collar and all. He climbs into the ring with a big smile on his face and pulls a microphone out of his pocket... ANDREW (laughs loudly) He's BAAAAACK! These dwarves learned the hard way, and soon the rest of the roster will be re-educated...you don't look a mammoth in the eye, you don't spit in the face of your keeper, and you DON'T shout the number of the beast! Andrew throws the mic down, as Gibraltar walks over and opens the ropes for him. Gibraltar climbs to the floor and they walk to the back, as "Gentleman Caller" by Cursive leads them out... COACH Wow...one minute of time just shook this promotion to its core! COACH Damn right Cole, what a return by the big man Gibraltar, and we're rolling through these great matches! WHOOSH! The camera shows us Otaku’s maskless face, his neck, and the beginning of a black T shirt, but not much else. Otaku: Brock, when will you be satisfied? You took my father’s mask and you took my dignity when you attacked me at Anglemania. You just brutally assaulted Tony and Mike in you “match” which was nothing but an excuse for you to hurt people! When will it be enough? Will itbe enough when I face you down? Is that what you want? Because, if it is, you’ll get it, Brock! This Thursday, at Helddown, I’m finally coming back, Brock, and I’ll be aiming straight for you and your Heartland Title! I’ll make you pay for your sins against me! I’ll......I’ll make you tap out, Brock Ausstin, and then I’ll take your...pride... The camera switches back to Triple C. COLE Well that was... interesting. COACH That guy freaks me out. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Adam 0 Report post Posted May 29, 2006 MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL with NO time limit and is for the OAOAST WORLD SIX MAN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!! The voice of Michael Buffer sounds out over the arena, causing what was once a mix of murmurs to turn into a giant overwhelming round of cheers and chants in anticipation of what promises to be an incredibly heated match. COLE Here we go everybody, this is going to get violent. COACH I don’t think you should even be in the room for this, Michael. This might get R rated in a hurry and you know you have a problem with blood. . . ya pansy. The opening chords and bass drops of Cassidy’s “I’m A Hustla” explodes over the PA as the lighting in Denver goes absolutely crazy, flickering and strobing and heralding the arrival of… MICHAEL BUFFER Introducing first…the challengers…making their way to the ring at this time…weighing in at a combined five hundred and ninety five pounds… SCOTTY STATIC…JOHHNY JAX…JAMIE O’HARA…they are…THE HOOOOOOLIGANS!! The group of break-away Upstarts appears from behind the curtain, much to the dismay of the crowd, who boos them relentlessly as they make their way to the ring, brushing off every single one of the few high-fives and outstretched hands that happen to be there as they keep jawing at the fans and at every camera they pass that the gold is as good as theirs. CABOOSE This is it. We are going to see these three men take back what is rightful property of the OAOAST. If these three SWF wrestlers can come in and here and do what they have been doing these past few weeks, who knows what the future holds! COLE BRET HART TO LED THE INVASION~!111!! NUDE PICTURES TRISH STRATUS! CLICK HERE NOW!! COACH What the hell is wrong with you? COLE Sorry. Too much Pepsi Max. CABOOSE Well that explains a lot. With a leap, Jamie O’Hara hits the apron as the Global Party Exchange takes their time to walk up the ring steps, each climbing through the ropes at nearly the same moment as they turn their attention back to the curtain, all in fighting stance. COLE All three of them can’t start this match! What are they doing? COACH You think after what has been going on these past few weeks that anyone should trust what those SWF idiots are capable of? COLE Good point, Coach…and here we go… The opening throes of “Oh No” break out across the arena and the building goes dark, two spotlights left behind, one shining to the ring, the other to the stage… BUFFER And there opponents…they weigh in at a combined seven hundred and fifty six pounds…they are known as the King of Pain, The Bloody Prophet, and the Urban Legend… they are BRUCE BLANK, BLOODSHED, and TODD CORTEZ…THE WILDCAAAAAAAAAAAAAARDS! From behind the curtain steps Bruce Blank and Todd Cortez, with Blank’s torso showcasing two titles as Cortez raises the third in the air for the entire arena to see. The image of three OAOAST titles in the possession of men who’s loyalties lie with a different federation only serves to enrage the crowd even more as they boo and jeer the two men on their way to the ring. COLE Where is Bloodshed? I don’t see him! CABOOSE The Hooligans are panicking! Look at them they’re trying to figure out where Bloodshed is. In the ring, Static is spinning himself in circles, looking in every direction for the third Wildcard. Around him, O’Hara and Jax stand guard, almost unaware of the duo slowly making their way to the ring. COACH This is nothing but mind games! Horrible mind games! Just as Blank and Cortez hit the ringside area, the double spotlights extinguish for just a moment, shrouding the arena in darkness before a hard flash of pyrotechnics explodes from each ring post in a decidedly loud… BOOOOOOOOM! …returning the lights to their normal radiance in time to see Scotty Static spin himself around and right into the path of Bloodshed and Bloodshed’s trademark… BLOODMIST~! COACH/COLE MY GOD! CABOOSE COLE An already bloodied Bloodshed has started this match off with yet another mist right into the eyes of Scotty Static! He’s blinded! As Static grabs at his faces and flails wildly, falling to his back in anguish, O’Hara and Jax attack Bloodshed, throwing punches toward the bloody Wildcard. COACH LOOK OUT! Coach’s call can fortunately or unfortunately not be heard by the duo in the ring, who find themselves trapped around the waist by Blank and Cortez, who quickly lift up and drive down the remaining Hooligans with stereo german suplexes! The referee hits the ring, quick to admonish the tactics of the SWF contingency, but they simply shrug it off, Bloodshed wiping the blood from his face and Cortez turning his back to the official, both men heading over to their own corner, leaving the larger Blank by himself to start the match. He grabs at Johnny Jax, pulling him up and kicking O’Hara out of the ring before screaming at the ref to ring the bell. *DING DING DING* COLE And after decimating and possibly blinding the three members of the Hooligans, the biggest dog in this fight has got Johnny Jax in his clutches and things don’t seem as though they are going to be looking up for the Hooligans any time soon. COACH They should have been disqualified before this match even began, all of ‘em! CABOOSE I don’t see you jumping up to help them out, Coach. COACH I could say the same for you. CABOOSE Well I’m retired, so there COLE Oh would you two just stop! Stop or get a room In the ring, Jax finds himself coming off the ropes with authority before being drilled in the chest with a hard shoulder block from Blank, dropping him to the canvas with an unsatisfying smack. Bruce is quick to make a cover, but before the ref can even try to get to his knees, O’Hara is in the ring, kicking the back of Blank’s head, causing the monster to jump to his feet with what little quickness he has, pointing his right hand out and almost begging for Jamie to, as they say, “bring it”. COLE Uh Oh! I don’t think that is what O’Hara wants! CABOOSE Totally distraction city! COACH/COLE What? CABOOSE Look, you idiots! As Caboose points, Bruce takes one too many steps toward the illegal O’Hara, giving Johnny Jax enough time to get back to his feet and send as much force as he can through his shoulder and into the back of Blank’s knee, Chop blocking him down as the referee calls for Jamie to exit, which he does, his hands in the air in innocence. COACH That’s the kind of thing that is going to keep this match fair! COLE You call that fair? COACH Well, I don’t call spitting blood into someone’s face fair either! COLE The match hadn’t started! CABOOSE Static is looking a little better over there. On the apron, Static has made it to his knees, his face a mix of green tinge and red blood, his hand slightly outstretched for his partner’s tag, but as Blank pulls himself up he is caught in a headlock by Jax, who does his best to hold on. It only works for a moment though, as Bruce pushes up and stands up while raising O’Hara into the air, With a twists he uses all his strength to send Johnny flying as he tosses him out of the headlock but straight into the Hooligan corner! COLE Blind tag made by O’Hara! The referee is in plain view of the tag off Jax’s back as O’Hara leaps to the top turnbuckle and jumps off, sending both of his feet into Blank’s back before quickly somersaulting off, landing on his feet in the middle of the ring and taunting Cortez and Bloodshed. The bloody one moves through the ropes despite Cortez’s protests, and is quickly pushed back by the referee, leaving the Hooligans in perfect position for some payback as both O’Hara and Jax attack with kicks in the corner, keeping the big man grounded as they target his knee. Jax exits the ring as O’Hara makes his way back toward the Wildcard corner, taunting them once more before the referee turns around in time to see O’Hara’s boots catching the downed Blank square in the jaw, the dropkick causing loud “Oooh”s from the Denver crowd. COACH That is exactly what they need to do to get any headway against Bruce. Keep that big lug down and do what they can to keep him from making it back to his corner. Blank outweighs everyone in the ring by at least 65 pounds if not more, but on his back he’s no bigger than anyone else. COLE Sound strategy for certain, but Blank already looks to be getting back up! Cole’s call is correct, as Bruce is doing what he can to fight off the smaller O’Hara as he attacks with a flurry of kicks. As Bruce gets back to his knees, Jamie hits the opposite side of the ring, flying off the ropes and leaping into the air, aiming for a second dropkick… OOMPH! With a grunt, Bruce Blank’s arm flies up, kicking the legs of O’Hara out of the air and sending him down to the canvas. COLE Never seen a dropkick blocked like that before, just swatted him out of the air. CABOOSE One time in Alaska I saw it. Polar bear did it to a skinny looking Eskimo. COACH Yeah right. CABOOSE I got the scars to prove it! He was my tag team partner and that bear went after me next! With Coach and Caboose arguing at ringside and starting to share scars like they are the cast of Jaws 9, Cole is the only one paying attention as Bruce makes his way back to his feet at the same moment as O’Hara, the two standing in each other’s way to their corner. After a pause, the two men go into a tie-up, the larger Blank easily pushing back on Jamie, who does his best to gets his feet working to his advantage, pulling himself to the side and trying to pull Bruce along. The reluctant giant gets wind of this rather quickly, and with a loud grunt, Jamie finds himself in the air once more, his legs kicking at the stomach of Blank as he spins around and throws O’Hara out and into the middle of the ring. The spry O’Hara lands on his feet like a cat, only to catch a HARD lariat that sends him around, flipping through the air like a top, or dreidel if that is your thing, before crashing to the mat much to the dismay of his teammates, who begin screaming for a tag. Back on his feet, Scotty’s eyes blink from O’Hara to Bloodshed, who is nonchalantly watching the action next to Cortez as Blank’s imposing figure moves to the Hooligan corner, his hands asking the GPX to join him much like O’Hara did moments ago. Jax makes a move to come through the ropes, but Blank swings down, his club of a forearm barely missing Jax as he pulls himself back at the last possible second. Blank gives the feisty fighter a cute smile before turning himself back to O’Hara, who is back up to his feet and heading at him, jumping up for a splash! COLE He’s caught! Coach and Caboose finally stop arguing in time to see Jamie’s head bounce off the top turnbuckle thanks to some Snake Eyes courtesy of Bruce Blank. O’Hara recoils back to the middle of the ring and Bruce follows, stepping over the downed Hooligan and yawning, his hand going over his mouth as he reaches out, tagging in Todd Cortez with a hint of utter relaxation and boredom. COACH Is Bruce going to go to sleep over there? The Global Party Exchange and Jamie O’Hara aren’t three guys you want to take lightly. CABOOSE I don’t think Bruce Blank *can* take anything lightly. Look at him. He has a bigger gut than Cole’s boyfriend. COLE …you *bleep* CANNED CROWD OOOOOOOOOOOO! CABOOSE Dude, take a joke. We know you can take other things. Michael Cole fumes a bit and Coach laughs as Todd Cortez and Bruce Blank switch places, Cortez hopping over the top rope and into the ring legally for the first time in the match as O’Hara gets back up to his feet. COLE (Ignoring the others) right now we’re having a flashback to Heldown a few weeks ago where Cortez and O’Hara faced off in a street fight Cortez and O’Hara are face to face, jawing at each other as the intensity between the two competitor’s build pulling the fans to the edge of their seats. Jaime O’Hara makes a belt motion that only seems to enrage the Urban Legend as he responds by drawing a thumb across his throat to indicate his intentions for O’Hara and the rest of the Hooligans. Of course O’Hara makes the only appropriate response there is to make COACH That’s showin’ him J-Dawg!! CABOOSE Did he just call him #1? COLE I doubt it. CABOOSE Yeah that was called a joke. Cortez tries to lock up with O’Hare but the Upstart ducks under Cortez’s arms and lands a spinning leg lariat to the back of the Urban Legend knocking him forward a few steps into the ropes. O’Hara runs at Cortez but the Urban Legend clasps his hand around O’Hara’s throat and lifts him up straight in the air for what looks like a choke bomb. Using his forward momentum O’Hara succeeds in spinning the choke bomb attempt around so he lands with his feet on the middle ropes in the corner instead. Jamie quickly kicks Todd Cortez in the chest to knock the Wildcarder back and then a split second later drop kicks Cortez square in the chest, knocking him into the opposite corner. CABOOSE They’re putting it in high gear right off the bat! COACH As if there was any doubt that my boys would show those savages how it’s done in OAOAST! With Cortez hanging off the ropes in the corner O’Hara quickly rushes in, leaps up on Todd’s bent knee but when he tries to kick Cortez in the back of the head with an shinning wizard like move the Urban Legend bobs his head out of the way so that O’Hara ends up sitting on his shoulders instead. The Birmingham bad boy throws all of his weight forward and manages to roll his opponent up with a victory roll. ONE!! TWO!! But an enraged Cortez kicks out before the referee’s hand goes down for the 3rd count. COLE Much, much to early to get a pin on Cortez CABOOSE I have to agree, I mean no one here likes the Wildcards but they don’t just roll over and die. Cortez quickly locks up with O’Hara in the middle of the ring as the two struggle for the upper hand. Max uses his height to push Jamie back into the corner against the ropes. Cortez slowly backs off as the referee begins to count for a rope break, he’s got his hands in the air prepared to defend himself giving O’Hara a clean break with a smirk on his face. COACH What the hell? CABOOSE Maybe he feels he doesn’t NEED to cheat? COACH Yeah right he’ll be cheating in a moment when my boys dismantle him. Jamie O’Hara quickly runs at Cortez trying to gain the momentum back after the clean break but the Urban Legend manages to hook O’Hara and drive him into the canvas with a power slam. Then he backs up a few steps to get a running start as he flips over Jamie’s head and snaps his head forward in one smooth motion. Cortez turns towards the Upstarts and flips them both off with a huge grin. CABOOSE Okay he needs to focus on his opponent more! He has him down and all. COACH You’d like nothing better than to see the Hooligans wouldn’t you? Are you secretly working for the SWF? CABOOSE Oh don’t be ridiculous. O’Hara slowly gets back to his feet before Cortez decides to take another shot at him. Jamie reaches back and blindly tags in Johnny Jax while Todd Cortez runs right at him. O’Hara ducks under the attack from Cortez allowing his tag-team partner to come flying off the top rope with a cross body block into a cover on the totally unprepared Urban Legend. ONE!! TWO!! TH-Kick out!! “FOCUS!! FOCUS!!” Bruce screams at his partner as he got more than a little worried that he was about to lose the match. Johnny Jax doesn’t allow his opponent to get a breather as he grabs Cortez by the right arm before he’s even back up on his feet and drives him down with an Arm bar DDT. After nailing the DDT perfectly Jack floats over into a Fujiwara Arm bar, wrenching back on Todd’s right arm sending flashes of searing white pain down his elbow and shoulder. Bruce shifts his weight on the apron, uncomfortable with just watching the action in the ring but unable to affect it while Bloodshed seems to be watching everything but the two men fighting in the ring. Cortez fights against the pain, he tries to shift his body a bit to alleviate the pressure of the arm bar but Jax has it expertly applied and isn’t about to give his opponent any opening in the match. After a few more moments in the arm bar Bruce has had enough and rushes into the ring stomping Johnny Jax across the back of the head / neck with his cowboy boot, breaking the hold before the referee can intercept him. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! CABOOSE The Referee wasn’t on the ball there, he let Bruce break up the arm bar before he could stop him COACH That dirty, cheating bastard!! COLE Oh quit whining, he has a five count to get in and out of the ring. COACH That’s only when you tag out. After the blow to the head Jax thinks it best to tag out as he quickly reaches over and slaps hands with Scotty Static. But before he leaves the ring he picks Cortez up from the canvas and lifts him up for a double team move. Scotty Static quickly climbs the ropes and then comes off with a drop kick to the face of the Urban Legend. The impact knocks Cortez backwards, flipping over his own head and landing on his stomach right at Bruce’s feet almost within tagging range. COACH Too close!! Too close!! COLE Man he’s mere inches away from tagging out, inches from changing the momentum of the match instantly. Cortez raises his hand, reaching for the outstretched hand of Bloodshed who’s closest to him. Static lets Todd inch a bit closer before he grabs Cortez’ leg and pulls him towards the center of the ring, out of reach of a tag. COACH See, on the ball that’s what makes the OAOAST boys different, they use their brains, they’re smart COLE I hate to agree with you on ANYTHING Coach. . . COACH . . . but? COLE No that was it, I just hate to agree with you on anything. Static rushes his opponent, landing a clothesline that drops Cortez like a bad habit. Scotty Static then places Cortez’s head between his knees and pulls the Urban Legend upwards, most likely hoping to put him in a piledriver position, but Todd jumps with the move adding enough momentum to flip himself up onto Scotty’s shoulders. Cortez tries a hurracanrana but Static quickly puts his arms up to prevent it from happening and in the hopes of turning the move into a power bomb instead. Static staggers backwards a few steps as Cortez lands a few choice shots to the top of the Hooligan’s head and then he drops backwards sending Cortez face first into the top turnbuckle. COACH Oh yeah! That’s using your heard. . . or your opponent’s head in this case. Scotty quickly steps through the ropes and climbs up onto the top rope while he eyes Cortez on the ground and then prepares to leap off. But the drop is interrupted as Bloodshed grabs the top rope and shakes it so hard that Scotty Static looses his footing and slips off landing with one leg on either side of the turnbuckle. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!! CABOOSE I doubt we’ll see a Static Jr. Now Scotty slowly falls forward, flopping to the ground in a heap after landing crown jewels first on the top turnbuckles. Cortez crawls across the canvas and covers Scotty Static taking advantage of Scotty’s unfortunate landing ONE!! TWO!! TH-NO!! COLE Oh come on O’Hara put Static’s foot on the rope COACH I didn’t see that, the referee didn’t see it either from the looks of it. Cortez seems in shock that Scotty Static wasn’t put away with that, but shakes it off as he tries to figure out something else to do to get this match to become a victory. He takes a few steps back, waiting for the still staggered Scotty to start getting up to his feet, then when he's at one knee Cortez charges in with an attempted Shining Wizard. The angle that Cortez and Static’s bodies are in comparison with the referee, prevents the zebra from seeing Static simply raise one of his arms up high, catching Todd Cortez right in a very sensitive area as he comes in for the shinning wizard. This, like Scotty Static’s slip up earlier in the match, causes the male portion of the audience to wince in pain and hold themselves. COLE What a cheap trick by Static! If the referee saw that his team would... COACH There you go again making up stuff that didn’t happen. COLE But I clearly saw it. COACH But that's the thing cracka!, the referee DIDN'T see it! And you know the old rule about what a referee sees and what he doesn't see CABOOSE Unfortunately, that rule is in full effect here tonight. Static has given his team a great advantage at the moment Neither man is very mobile at the moment so the rush to tag is really a “rush” per say but a slow crawl towards their respective corners. Static tags in his regular tag-team partner Johnny Jax who steps through the ropes and then rushes across the ring hoping to stop Todd Cortez from tagging out. COACH Oh he won’t make the . . . Cortez tags COLE You were saying? CABOOSE Oh shut up the both of you, Bloodshed and Johnny Jax are in the ring and no one wants to hear you two bicker. Bloodshed has been chomping at the bid to get into action and now that he’s finally tagged in he’s making the best of the situation starting with jabbing his fingers into Johnny Jax’s eyes to temporarily blind his opponent. Moments later Jax finds himself tossed over the side to the floor as Bloodshed grabs Jax by the trunks and the hair. With Jax laid out on the floor on the outside Bloodshed grabs the ropes and then slingshots himself over the top rope COLE WHOA beautiful slingshot plancha COACH Meh I’ve seen better Jamie O’Hara leaps into the ring, runs across the ring and then leaps over the top rope without touching it, knocking Bloodshed down COACH See? Much, much better CABOOSE Oh you shameless shill Not one to be outdone Todd Cortez enters the ring, bounces off the ropes and then knocks down Johnny Jax, Bloodshed and Jamie O’Hara with a suicide dive between the ropes. The last Hooligan hops over the ropes, runs across the ring and then leaps up on the top rope where he balances for a moment before leaping forward onto the 4 wrestlers on the floor HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! COLE The wrestlers are flying high tonight! CABOOSE What’s that idiot doing? He can’t be serious. Bruce has stepped into the ring and actually runs towards the side where 5 others are COACH NO DAMN WAY IS HE JUMPING!! And Coach is right, at the last moment before he has to leap out of the ring Bruce stops with a grin on his face and then flips off the crowd for being so damn gullible. Bloodshed manages to grab Johnny Jax and roll him back into the ring and then follows him while the other three wrestlers on the floor are still recovering from their leaps out of the ring. With his opponent in the perfect position Bloodshed hooks both his arms under Johnny Jax’s and locks on a Full Nelson before turning it into a bridged Cattle Mutilation COLE It’s the Panic Attack! COACH Oh my boy Jax will power right out of that, don’t you worry Bloodshed’s muscle shake as he applies the pressure on his opponent, using all his skill and leverage to keep the Panic Attack locked on. COACH Any minute now Pete – you’ll see Jax’s face contorts in pain as Bloodshed pulls back on Johnny Jax’s spine trying to bend it in the opposite direction of what it was designed to do, rocking back and forth a little to lock the hold on tighter and tighter every time Jax tries to draw a breath of air. COACH Okay you can break it now Jax CABOOSE You sound a bit worried there Coach. The referee grabs Jax’s right arm and raises it into the air to see if he’s is out cold from the Panic Attack or not. The arm drops lifelessly to the canvas once, then another time, but Jamie O’Hara decides to enter the ring and kicks Bloodshed off Johnny Jax before the referee can lift his arm a third time. Jamie doesn’t stay in the ring for a more than a second after he kicked Bloodshed but instead quickly returns to the apron with the tag rope in hand yelling for Jax to tag one of them in. COACH See he’d break it, I knew it *sigh of relief* COLE O’Hara broke it! Not Jax COACH Ah semantics Bruce tagged in, Static isolated and mauled (big time cheating) With a swift flick of the legs Johnny takes Bruce down with a drop toehold that he rolls over into a side headlock on the big man. Jax makes sure the hold is on tight at Bruce starts to rise, lifting the 227 pound Cruiserweight high up in the air. The moment Bruce raises Jax into the air Scotty Static runs down the apron and quickly pushes his partner’s feet to give him enough momentum to turn the headlock into a tornado Bulldog on the King of Pain. A split second after the big man’s face has been driven into the canvas Johnny Jax leaps to his feet, runs at Bruce who’s barely up on his hands and knees and uses him as a step ladder by placing a foot on his back to help him up on the top rope. COLE Damn he’s fast, he’s so fast he’s sudden! CABOOSE Yeah but can he outrun a fart? I don’t think so COLE/COACH What?? Johnny Jax flips backwards off the top rope and lands an elbow right to Bruce’s lower back knocking the big man back down to the canvas. Jax quickly reaches out and tags Scotty Static before climbing up the ropes again as the referee begins the mandatory 5 count ONE!! Static climbs up the ropes in his corner to the top rope TWO!! The two men throw each other a thumbs up as they both balance on the top rope THREE!! Quickly leaping off Scotty Static lands a back Senton bomb while Johnny Jax lands a flying leg drop right across Bruce’s throat. FOUR!! Jax quickly rolls out under the bottom rope before the count reaches 5. The moment Jax is under the ropes Scotty Static covers Bruce by laying across his chest with all of his 198 pounds of weight. ONE!! TWO!! THR-BROKENUPBYTODDCORTEZ!! The kick to the back of the head on Scotty Static breaks the count and staggers him as well. Cortez eyes an opening and runs at Scotty Static, leaps and goes for the flipping Tombstone known as the Riot Act Plus SCOTTY STATIC FLIPS TODD CORTEZ OVER THE TOP ROPE!! COLE HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY CRAP! COACH I couldn’t have said it better myself. The second Todd Cortez hits the ground both Jamie O’Hara and Johnny Jax leap on him and introduce him to their fists – repeatedly. Cortez isn’t alone for long as Bloodshed leaps off the apron and tackles Johnny Jax against the guardrail with a hollow thud. Moments later Bruce rolls under the bottom rope and lands a clubbing blow to the back of Jamie O’Hara driving the Birmingham Bad Boy off Todd Cortez. *CRACK!!* Scotty Static has grabbed the time keeper’s chair and cracked Bruce across the back with it as all 6 men brawl on the outside with no regard for the rules or for the referee’s instructions or pleads. *WHACK!!* Bloodshed repays the favor as he smacks Scotty Static square in the face with one of the OAOAST 6 Man titles, busting the young GPX’er wide open. * DING!*DING!*DING!*DING!*DING!*DING!* Even the ringing of the bell doesn’t stop the brawl on the floor as all 6 men forget about high flying action and let their fists do all the talking, at least until Michael Buffer makes the official announcement. MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen the referee has ruled this match a no conte-! Before Buffer can say “Contest” Bruce has pushed him to the ground and taken the microphone from the ring announcer. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! BLANK No, no, no, no! This isn’t how it ends tonight, NO *BEEP* WAY!! Maybe the sensitive OAOAST referees don’t like a bit of chair swinging but damn it this isn’t about headlocks or drop kicks! THIS IS ABOUT BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU LOSERS!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! The Hooligans seem to take offence to Bruce’s comments as the big man keeps on talking. BLANK So how about this – You say the word and it’s back on, we defend these sum’bitches tonight YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! BLANK Only WITHOUT DISQUALIFICATIONS OR COUNTOUTS!! COLE Bruce just suggested that they continue the 6 man tag-team title match as a no DQ, no Count out match CABOOSE Now we’re talking, get this settled like men! O’Hara, Jax and the bleeding Static huddle up for a moment and then O’Hara eagerly nods his head while Jax picks up the metal chair and Static grabs the ring bell off the table. CABOOSE IT’S ON NOW!! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! The moment the Hooligans agree to the match Todd Cortez tackles Johnny Jax and the fight is back on! Cortez Irish whips Jax hard into the guardrail, flipping the man from Detroit over the guardrail and into the crowd. The fans rises to their feet as Todd Cortez jumps over the guardrail as well and starts to attack Johnny Jax in the crowd – the fans likes their out of control, audience interactive brawls after all. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! COACH Man this is almost impossible to keep track of COLE Tell me about it, I mean we’ve got THREE out of control brawls going on at the moment, this is not how it’s supposed to happen COACH What? Did you expect everyone to just go to the ring all courteous and shake hands?? These guys don’t like each other one little bit. Cortez taking a metal chair from a fan that’s more than willing to hand it to him and then bashes Johnny Jax over the back with him. Meanwhile at ringside Bloodshed and Scotty Static are both fighting over who gets to use the ring bell while Bruce introduces Jamie O’Hare to the ring post *THUD!!* Figuring that one good move shouldn’t go unrepeated Bruce whips Jamie O’Hare into the ringpost once more, busting the Birmingham Bad Boy wide open on the metal pole. Static manages to rip the ringbell out of Bloodshed’s hands and then strikes the demented Apostle with it. COACH That sick bastard is still smiling!! CABOOSE Don’t think that didn’t hurt – but he seems to like it when he’s hurting. Meanwhile the crowd parts like the Dead Seas as Todd Cortez keeps punching away at Johnny Jax, pushing him backwards and up the steps of the bleachers one punch at a time as the Urban Legend lets loose. After a exchanging blows and climbing the stairs Cortez & Jax have fought their way half way up the stairs exchanging lefts and rights along the way. Cortez tries to land an elbow on Johnny Jax but the quick Hooligan ducks under it, turns around and then nails Todd Cortez square on the jaw with a Superkick as the Urban Legend turns around... *POW!!* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! The kick sends Cortez backwards, knocking him down the concrete stairs ass over elbow. Johnny Jax stands there for a moment and just watches as Todd rolls down the stairs, flipping over his shoulders once and then lands with one leg on each side of a metal pole. CABOOSE OOOOOOOOH right on the mommy/daddy button Bruce tries to Irish Whip Jamie O’Hare into the ring steps but he swiftly reverses it and sends Bruce face first into the metal steps knocking the top half of it off with his face. O’Hare slides into the ring and then runs at the ropes on the opposite side of where Bruce is to gain momentum for some sort of flying attack. COACH That damn Bloodshed!! And Coach is right to curse as Bloodshed leaps up at the last moment and pulls the top rope down, causing Jamie O’Hare to get tangled up in the ropes as he flips over the top. Johnny Jax has made it down the flight of stairs and dragged the very groggy Todd Cortez down the last few steps to the floor. Jax grabs Cortez around the head and then runs forward in a bulldog motion, but instead of driving his opponent down into the concrete he rams the top of Todd Cortez’s skull right into the metal exit door with a hollow thud! CABOOSE I knew this would be wild when it was announced, but this is totally out of control! COLE Yeah we’ve got two guys fighting their way to the lobby area and four guys at ringside tearing each other apart. Bloodshed is up on the apron landing blow after blow to the trapped Jamie O’Hara’s throat while Bruce staggers to his feet on the ground. The bloodied Scotty Static eyes an opening and grabs the ring bell off the floor. Then he runs at Bruce, bell raised high in the air. At the last moment Bruce ducks down, grabs Static around the waist and then lifts him up in the air while dropping backwards! COACH NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! *BONG!!* Static’s face strikes the steel steps without any protection as the crowd winces in horror over the sound and the sight of flesh on metal. Bruce rolls Scotty Static onto the floor and then covers his opponent and tells the referee in no uncertain terms that he BETTER count... ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! COACH NOOOOOOOOOO!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Neither Cortez nor Johnny Jax seems to have noticed that the Wildcards have successfully defended the 6 man tag-team titles as they keep exchanging lefts and rights by the arena exit. Bloodshed yells something to Bruce to get his attention. After noticing what’s going on in the ring Bruce pulls up the ring curtain, looking for something. Then he grins from ear to ear as he pulls out a staple gun! COACH Oh hells no! Get some officials out there, get the police or the national guard out here because this has GOT to stop!! CABOOSE Nah I wanna see where this is going Bruce climbs up on the apron next to where Jamie O’Hara is trapped and holds the staple gun up high in the air for the entire arena to see. Then Bloodshed pulls a playing card out from his pocket, a joker that’s smeared with blood. He places the card on O’Hara’s chest and Bruce squeezes off a staple! *WHACK!!* BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! COLE This is sick! These guys are animals!! COACH MAKE IT STOP!! MAKE IT STOP!! The crowd starts to pelt Bruce and Bloodshed with crumpled up cups and anything else they can think off as Bloodshed produces yet another playing card, the Ace of Spades with the name “Cortez” written across it. CABOOSE Well Cortez is obviously the “Ace” of the group COACH Oh very funny, they’re mutilating Jamie O’Hara and you’re making jokes?? *WHACK!!* The Ace is quickly stapled to O’Hare’s chest. Then Bruce pulls out a card of his own, the King of Spades, suitable for the King of Pain. Then he places it on O’Hare’s forehead before handing the staple gun over to Bloodshed... DON’T DO IT!! DON’T DO IT!! DON’T DO IT!! DON’T DO IT!! COACH DON’T DO IT!! DON’T DO IT!! *WHACK!!* COLE Right in the forehead! This is insane! After stapling the 3 cards to Jamie O’Hara, Bruce and Bloodshed jump down to the floor, round the corner to pick up the three tag-team titles and then they head up the aisle as the announcement is made. MICHAEL BUFFER The winners of the match and STILL OAOAST six man tag-team champion: Todd Cortez, Bruce Blank and Bloodshed – the WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILDCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARDS!! COACH This isn’t over! This is far from over – mark my words The Hooligans will tear these three outsiders apart! COLE After what we saw tonight. . . I’m not so sure! CABOOSE That was brutal! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Adam 0 Report post Posted May 29, 2006 COLE Up next fans we have a tremendous contest in store for you...a Three Way Dance, for the HI-YAH Heavyweight Championship. CABOOSE Not only is it a title match, Cole, but it's a chance for Zack Malibu, James Blonde, and Faqu to work out their current frustrations. Blonde and Faqu have been two of the most outspoken OAOAST stars as it pertains to Malibu's alignment with the Wildcards, while Malibu continuously warns his friends that he has things under control. COACH Oh yeah, TOTAL control. COLE I've got to agree with Coach here...if he considers what's gone on lately to be "under control", then he must have them on a longer leash than we thought, because The Wildcards...under the guise of aiding Zack Malibu in his war with the Hooligans, have dismantled everyone they've touched in brutal fashion! CABOOSE Not to mention it's rubbed off on Zack, as it was he and he alone that sliced Jamie O'Hara open right in front of us several weeks ago. Malibu is not the same man he's always been lately, and in my opinion, it is not for the better. The commentators then throw it up to Michael Buffer, who is in the ring ready to do his thing. DING DING DING! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, is the THREE WAY DANCE for the HI-YAH Heavyweight Championship! Keep in mind that HI-YAH rules are in effect, and that countouts will only happen if a participant cannot make it into the ring by the count of 20. The match will be contested until two men are eliminated, and only one remains. "My Own Summer" hits, and the fans are drawn to their feet, excited about the upcoming contest. In a shock, the two competitors that are normally a tag team still enter the arena together, standing at the top of the ramp for a moment before heading to the ring. BUFFER Introducing the first two participants...first from Dallas, TX, weighing in tonight at two hundred, thirty four pounds, JAAAAAAAAAAAMES BLONDE! Participant number two, hailing from Honolulu, HI, weighing in tonight at two hundred and ninety two pounds, FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAQUUUU! Once they hit the ring, each man goes to a seperate corner, with Blonde climbing the ropes and working the crowd, while Faqu cracks his neck and warms up. CABOOSE They entered as friends, but that friendship is out the window once the bell sounds! The two men who normally would be fighting their way up the tag ranks come to center ring and engage in a staredown. Both men know what they have to do if they want to win tonight, and those feelings are cemented with a handshake, showing that no matter what happens, there's mutual respect involved. "Getting Away With Murder" replaces their theme song, and once again the crowd comes alive, as the OAOAST's most controversial superstar appears on the entrance ramp, standing still as his fireworks shower him with sparks. BUFFER The third and final participant, is the HI-YAH HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...from Providence, RI, weighing in tonight at two hundred pounds, this is ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK MAAAAAAAALIBUUUUUUUUUUU! The man dubbed the "Modern Day Warrior" by the Japanese press heads down the rampway, looking towards the ring at the two men who await him. The crowd cheers Malibu on as he steps into the ring and blows past both Blonde and Faqu, throwing his hood back and raising his HI-YAH Championship high into the air! He turns, and he's met with glares from both Blonde and Faqu, who seem all too ready to release their aggrivation with Malibu onto him. COLE There's a lot of combustible elements here, and Malibu has the most to lose from it all. Zack takes off his ring jacket and hands the belt over to the referee, who raises the belt up one last time before handing it over to Buffer. Everybody backs off as he does so, not letting the tense feelings get the better of them until the bell officially sounds. DING DING DING! The bell sounds, and the crowd sits back and watches on as the three men in the ring set out in their quest to capture, or successfully defend, the HI-YAH Heavyweight Championship. Malibu comes forward as Blonde and Faqu step out of their corners, both staring a hole through a man who is typically their ally. COLE You can feel the tension that's been mounting over the past month or so. It's in the air here tonight, and it's apparent in the ring right now! Malibu eyes both Blonde and Faqu, then takes a small step back, waving both of them on. Faqu and Blonde spread out and start to circle, and Faqu strikes first with a hard kick to the upper thigh. Blonde then strikes with a hard chop across the chest, and as Malibu reels from that, Faqu hits another kick, leaving him prone to another chop from Blonde! James then runs to the ropes, while Faqu seizes an opening and snares Malibu in a side headlock, then kicks Blonde in the ribs on his rebound! Faqu snares him in a side headlock as well! CABOOSE He's got them both trapped! The fans applaud, but it's short lived, as Malibu and Blonde both push off, sending Faqu to the ropes...only to have him blast them both with a huge double clothesline on the rebound! COLE And now he's downed them both! Faqu moves for Malibu first, making Malibu's rise to his feet easier by yanking him up, and then making his life tougher by firing off another hard chop. Faqu fires off again, and it looks like his focus is directed more at Malibu despite this not being a handicap match. He sets Zack up for a suplex and lifts, but Malibu floats over. Before he can counter, however, Blonde spins him around and snaps him over with a suplex, the way his partner intended! Blonde gets up, but now he's spun around by Faqu, and snapped to the mat as well courtesy of a suplex from the Samoan superstar! COACH Gotta give 'em props for goin' at each other I guess. CABOOSE Brush up on your history, Coachman. When those two first came here, as a team no less, they couldn't STAND each other, but realized that for the greater good they worked well with one another. Now tonight, they've got to revert to that and are more than willing to do so for the chance to cement themselves as true superstars. COLE It's a step backwards tonight though...some are saying it's valiant of Malibu to put the belt on the line in a three way dance, others are saying it's some type of strategy, as if he's purposely trying to plant seeds of dissension between Faqu and Blonde! The big man makes his next move, picking his partner up and sending him to the ropes. He catches him on the rebound and presses him up over his head, but as he holds Blonde in the air Malibu gets up and delivers a snap roundhouse kick to the ribcage, keeling Faqu over! Blonde slips free of his grip and lands behind him, then clubs him across the back of the head with a forearm before spinning him around and whipping him to the corner. Blonde charges in and smashes into his friend-slash-opponent with a hard corner clothesline, then turns around and charges Malibu...but gets hiptossed in the process! Malibu then turns and charges Faqu, but the big man puts a foot up...and Zack catches it! He throws the leg down and starts peppering Faqu with forearm shots before pulling him out of the corner...but he backs right up into a schoolboy from James Blonde! COLE Zack didn't see him! ONE! TW-NO! CABOOSE Good play by Blonde there, seeing that Zack was distracted and using it to try and eliminate the champion first! Malibu doesn't bother to get right back up, instead shooting for Blonde's legs and taking him down to the mat! With his rival down, Malibu goes into the mount, and starts firing off elbow strikes as Blonde tries to cover up from them...and then Faqu blisters Zack's back with a hard soccer kick! He pulls Malibu up off Blonde and hurls him to the canvas with a release waistlock takedown! COACH Haha, damn! Stuff like that might actually get me rooting for this homey here! Faqu stalks Zack, grabbing him by the head as Malibu rises from the canvas...but Zack reacts fast with a jawbreaker, then hits the ropes, only for Faqu to tuck his head and elevate Zack over with a back bodydrop...that Zack SOMEHOW turns into a RANA ON JAMES BLONDE~! CABOOSE GREAT MOVE! The crowd goes wild as Blonde rolls across the canvas, and Zack gets up, right in the path of a charging Samoan...but the Preppy One sidesteps it and takes Faqu by the head, hurling him to the floor through the ropes! COLE Malibu looking to follow up here by seperating his two opponents from each other... Zack steps through the ropes and onto the apron, eyeing Faqu as he positions himself. Malibu races across the apron, with Faqu in perfect position to get struck with an Apron Run Diving Clothesline...but Blonde recovers and runs along the ropes inside the ring, cracking Zack with a lariat that sees him take a flip bump off the apron and splat on the floor! COACH Haha, Malibu's looking to put his teeth back in his mouth after falling that hard! Oooh's and aaah's come up from the crowd as Malibu lays flat on the floor, only to be pulled to his feet by Faqu and then sent careening into the guardrail! Malibu slams against the metal barriers the hard way, while Blonde propels himself over the ropes with a pescado onto Faqu...that gets caught! The Samoan Tsunami then drops Blonde on the floor with a hard slam, then turns around to see Malibu race from the guardrail across ringside, spring off the steps, and nail him with a spinning wheel kick~! COLE What a comeback by Malibu! He got some nice elevation by using the ring steps, and now both of his opponents are down at ringside! Malibu pulls the big man up first, and rolls him back into the ring. He hops up on the apron and waits on him, preparing for a springboard move...but before he can bounce off his feet, Blonde grabs his ankle and pulls him to the floor! He doubles Zack over with a kick and hoists him up for a powerbomb, but Malibu floats through and lands on his feet in front of his foe, striking with a hard slap to the face! Blonde cocks his arm back and responds with the same move, and neither man sees Faqu in the ring hitting the far ropes, only noticing him when he dives through the ropes with a dive that nails them both! COACH FLY FATASS, FLY~! CABOOSE Doesn't that get...old? COACH Never. "LET'S GO FAH-QU!" clap clap clapclapclap "LET'S GO FAH-QU!" clap clap clapclapclap "LET'S GO FAH-QU!" clap clap clapclapclap COLE Listen to the fans here tonight at School's Out, obviously impressed with the Samoan Tsunami's daredevil dive! Faqu is the first one up, and Malibu's the first one he goes for, rolling the reigning champion back into the ring. Faqu then walks across the apron and climbs the ropes, drawing a pop from the crowd as they expect more high flying from the agile giant. Faqu gets up to the top, but Blonde jumps up on the apron and pushes his legs off-balance, crotching him on the top rope! "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" With Malibu still down inside the ring, Blonde climbs up the ropes, then stands on the shoulders of his aching partner/opponent, using him as a launchpad as he drops on Malibu with a flying elbowdrop! He hooks a leg and covers... ONE! TWO! ...but Faqu breaks it up by hitting his OWN flying elbowdrop, hitting Blonde right in the back of the head! COLE These two came into this match knowing this is what they were going to have to do, and they're doing it! Blonde gets up, holding the back of his head, and walks right into Faqu, who carries him over with a Northern Lights suplex! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Faqu recovers quickly from the kickout, rolling to his feet and taking Blonde with him before dropping down with his arms around James' waist and pushing him back into the corner. He drives his shoulder into Blonde's ribcage multiple times, then backs up...but before he can react, he's chopped across the back by Malibu, who then swings him around and sends him into the opposite corner, and follows up with a running corner YAKUZA KICK~! that nearly knocks several teeth out of Faqu's mouth and into the front row! Malibu then races across the ring and hits a corner splash on Blonde, then climbs up on the second rope and starts dropping punch after punch into his forehead! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! The crowd roars as Malibu finishes the assault, and then purposely falls back to the canvas, monkey flipping Blonde overhead...AND HE'S CAUGHT IN THE AIR BY FAQU, WHO POWERBOMBS HIM DOWN TO THE CANVAS~! Faqu pushes down on Blonde's legs, keeping them pinned down as much as his shoulders are, as the referee counts! ONE! TWO! NO! Blonde kicks Faqu off, sending the big man backwards...right into a quick German Suplex by Zack Malibu! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COLE So close, for BOTH of those men! We nearly had two different eliminations within a thirty second timeframe! CABOOSE Hit fast, hit hard, Cole. That's the way these guys are gonna go tonight. Faqu rolls off to the side, and so when Malibu gets up he puts his focus on Blonde. He charges and snares Blonde by the head, kicking off the canvas and swinging around in an effort to spike Blonde with a swinging DDT...but Blonde pushes him off at the last second, and sends Malibu bouncing off the ropes! James tries for a lariat on the rebound, but Zack hooks the arm and swings around to the back of Blonde, trapping him in a full nelson! He pushes down on the neck, trying to force Blonde to his knees...but suddenly Faqu comes and traps Malibu in a rear waistlock, then hoists him over...GERMAN SUPLEXING MALIBU AT THE SAME TIME MALIBU BRINGS BLONDE OVER WITH A DRAGON SUPLEX~!~! COACH DAMN DAMN DAYUM~! COLE Count ref, count! CABOOSE Count WHO!? Two men have their shoulders down! Both Malibu and Blonde's shoulders are technically down, and Nick Patrick counts, probably not knowing himself who he's counting out! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT...by everyone! Nobody is pinned, but the results of the double suplex are obvious, as Blonde lays face down with a hand rubbing his neck, and Malibu using the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. He's spun around by the Samoan Tsnuami, who traps his arms in a butterfly lock and then hit repeated knees that catch Zack in the face, knocking him for a loop before he's carried over with a butterfly suplex! Faqu rolls to his feet and hits the ropes, and comes off with a big splash onto Malibu, keeping that weight on top of him for another pinning effort! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COLE Zack rolled a shoulder just in time there! CABOOSE Time's running out though, Cole, because sooner or later, these guys are going to exert themselves too much, and when that happens, the slightest opening will lead to defeat. Faqu drags Zack to his feet again, but Malibu knocks his arm away this time, and fires off hard slaps, lefts and rights, that just don't stop! He keeps going and going, knocking his challenger across the face multiple times, then takes him by the head and rocks him with a European uppercut before sending him to the ropes...but when Faqu rebounds, Blonde rushes behind Malibu, sweeping his legs out from under him at the same time Faqu rebounds with a spinning wheel kick to the champion! COACH They just folded him up like my poker table! Malibu rolls away, out to the floor to avoid falling prey to another pin attempt. As he licks his wounds, Faqu and Blonde go at each other once again, trading hard chops with each other until Faqu breaks the monotony by striking his partner with a kick to the leg! He fires off another one, but this time Blonde is ready for it, and snaps Faqu over with a dragon screw, then tries to tie up the legs...but gets kicked away! Faqu rolls to his feet and charges Blonde, but James uses his own momentum against him, pulling him facefirst to the canvas with a downward spiral! Blonde runs to the ropes, but Malibu is up on the apron and shoots a shoulder through, then slingshots over the ropes and spikes him with a DDT! COLE That's one way to make an effective entrance! Malibu gets up, and seeing Faqu trying to recover, fires off some hard jabs to stun him, then goes for a high roundhouse kick...but Faqu ducks! He grabs Zack by the waist and then clubs him across the back with forearms before lifting him up...but Malibu floats through and pushes Faqu to the ropes, yanking him back into a rollup! He sits on Faqu's legs as he squirms to break free, while Blonde comes up and takes a swing at Zack, which is dodged...AND THEN HE GERMAN SUPLEXES JAMES BLONDE WHILE STILL KEEPING FAQU ROLLED UP! COLE COUNT! CABOOSE Count WHO!? ONE! TWO! DOUBLE KICKOUT! The audience ROARS at the efforts of the three men thus far, as they're seeing action that is keeping them on the edge of their seat...and no one has even been eliminated yet! COLE These three...between the disagreements lately, the focus Malibu has always had, the determination of Blonde and Faqu...this is a hard-hitting classic, and I don't think anyone in the arena tonight will disagree with me! CABOOSE It certainly appears that whoever walks out of this match the victor will well deserve it, and that has extra meaning for either of the challengers, who could become a champion AND produce a memorable matchup! Malibu and Faqu, with the least damage done to them after that last sequence, are the first to their feet. Malibu goes for Faqu, but gets a shoulder in his ribcage, then rocked with a hard kneelift. Faqu then opens fire with hard slaps and body blows, then pushes Malibu backwards, slamming him into the corner! He brings his knee up twice while Malibu is trapped, striking him in the ribs, and then backs away. He then charges in, but Zack gets a boot up and sends him staggering back, but when Malibu leaps off with a crossbody it's caught, and he's drilled into the canvas with a front falling powerslam! Faqu then steps over him and climbs the ropes, his back to the ring. He looks out to the fans who cheer on his every step, until he's finally at the top, and from there the big man MOONSAULTS back into the ring, right down onto Zac...NO! MALIBU ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! COACH Lucky bastard moved! Before Zack can get up, Blonde charges over, hopping over Faqu who rests on all fours, and cradles him with an Oklahoma Roll! ONE! TWO! NO! "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah!" The crowd is ecstatic that Faqu has escaped defeat once again, but Blonde simply gets up and drags him by the arm to center ring, then pulls back on one arm, trapping it with his own arms, while trapping the other arm with his legs! COLE Could we see a submission here!? Malibu, weary yet still full of fight, gets up in the corner, and see what's going on, so he comes forward and sits on Faqu's lower back, pulling back on both of his legs with a Boston Crab while Blonde works the arms, and together both champion and challenger are trying to get the biggest man in the match to submit! COACH He looks like a giant island pretzel! The crowd chants wildly, a mixed reaction as all three stars in this match have their share of fans. Faqu grunts and groans, but refuses to give up whenever Patrick leans in to ask. Malibu knows that he's not about to willingly give up, so he breaks the crab and then runs to the ropes, coming off with a hard soccer kick right to the exposed face of Blonde! James rolls across Faqu's body, the hold having been broken by Malibu's strike. Zack goes and picks him up off the mat and whips him across the ring to the corner, then pulls Faqu up and uses him to squash his partner, sending him into the same corner, sandwiching Blonde! Zack then charges and hits a leaping corner splash, and as he backs up both Faqu and Blonde stumble out of the corner and fall down in exhaustion! Zack moves in on Faqu first, going for the cover... ONE! TWO! THR...NO! ...but he kicks out! Rather than act frustrated, he simply turns around and covers Blonde now, who was on the worst end of his latest tactics! ONE! TWO! THRE...NO! COLE And AGAIN, both men kick out of some severe punishment! Malibu gets up and NOW he appears angry, as both his rivals are down, but not down enough to accept defeat! He picks Blonde up and shoots him to the ropes, but Blonde hangs on, drawing Zack towards him...and then hits a drop toehold that drops Zack's neck on the middle rope! Blonde grabs the top rope and slingshots himself over, but when he tries to drop a leg across the back of Zack's head, Zack pulls it back, and James smashes his tailbone on the apron before falling to the floor! Malibu gets up from the escape, but turns to a charging bull, as Faqu races towards him and delivers a spear that sends both through the ropes and out to the floor! COLE It's spilled out in front of us! All three men in this HI-YAH Championship matchup are down! Patrick begins the count, and the three competitors must be thanking their lucky stars that HI-YAH Title matches have 20 counts, because there is no way any of them would be up in time to break a ten count. Each man lay on the ringside floor, buying as much time as they can to recuperate before getting up and doing it all over again. "LET'S GO FAH-QU!" "LET'S GO ZACK!" "LET'S GO BLOOOONDE!" The chants repeat, and carry on as once again, it's a race to see who can get to their feet first. By the count of 11, Blonde is up, with Faqu also stirring. Malibu is the worst off, having landed on the floor with the weight of Faqu on top of him, and he's soaking up this "rest period" for all it's worth. As Faqu rises, Blonde takes his head and slams into into the commentators table, causing Triple C to jump back in shock! COLE Hey! C'mon, there's more broadcast to go! We need this table! Blonde follows up with a Russian Legsweep, or at least tries to, as Faqu elbows his way out of it, then takes Blonde by the head and slams it into the ring apron! He pushes Blonde up and into the ring under the bottom rope. Faqu prepares to slingshot himself over the ropes, but before he can, Malibu yanks him down to the floor once again, and opens up on him with right hands! He takes Faqu by the arm and tries to send him to the guardrail, but Faqu counters, and instead pulls Malibu towards him, tossing him overhead with a release belly to belly suplex! "Oooooooooooooooooooooooh!" Malibu lands with a sick thud on the ground, but his actions gave Blonde enough time to recover, as he connects with a baseball slide that sends Faqu stumbling backwards into the broadcast table, and leaving him prone for a twisting bodypress from off the top rope~! COLE They were up, and now they're down again, and we're right back where we were not more than two minutes ago! The crowd, split in their choices for who they want to win, start chanting heavily again, although it's a powerful chant that has the crowd split for an entirely different reason... "OAO- -AST!" "OAO- -AST!" "OAO- -AST!" CABOOSE Listen to these fans, to their reaction...this crowd is impressed, and I can't say I blame them! COACH Stupid people...this ain't even an OAOAST Title match, it's a HI-YAH one! Blonde gets up and stands over Faqu, not noticing Malibu inching towards him. Zack swings Blonde around but James acts on instinct, and nails Zack with a hard discus lariat! Malibu goes down in a flash, and now Blonde returns to his partner, helping him up and then shoving him back into the ring. James follows suit, getting into the ring and pulling Faqu up to a vertical base, then hitting the ropes and cracking him with a hard lariat...but it only staggers him! Furious, Blonde races to the far ropes, comes and bounces off the near side, and NAILS his partner again, cracking him across the upper body with another hard lariat that takes him down! Blonde covers, hoping that this will bring him one step closer to his first singles title. ONE! TWO! THR...KICKOUT! COLE Faqu kicks out of TWO running lariats, a staple of James Blonde's offense, and Blonde is now beside himself! Blonde is shocked, running his hands over his hair as the cameras close in on the exhausted Samoan, trying to roll himself away. Blonde gets up, grabbing Faqu by the head and stands him up as well, leaving him wide open for two hard chops. He takes Faqu by the arm, wrenching it before dropping an elbow on the bicep. Faqu favors the arm, so Blonde takes him by the head and runs him towards the corner...but Faqu shoves him away, sending Blonde running by himself towards the turnbuckles! He manages to stop his momentum, grabbing the ropes and kicking upward over Faqu's following charge...but Faqu stands and catches James on his shoulders, then turns to the open area of the squared circle and drops his partner RIGHT ON HIS HEAD with a Death Valley Driver! COACH YO~! Blonde goes limp, as Faqu drapes an arm over his upper body, too tired to do anything else right now. Patrick dives for the canvas, and here we have another pinfall attempt made by the pinned party's own partner. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING! COLE He's out! Faqu has just eliminated his own tag team partner James Blonde from this contest! CABOOSE Faqu stated that if he had to go through James Blonde to capture the HI-YAH Championship, he would, and he has! The fans clap for two reasons...out of respect for James Blonde, and for the fact that Faqu, a crowd favorite, is now one step closer to holding the title he covets! He rolls off of Blonde and stands up, allowing his partner the space to roll out of the ring and be helped to the back by referee Charles Robinson, who has come down to ringside. Meanwhile Malibu climbs up onto the apron, waiting on Faqu to notice him. The Samoan turns, and Malibu launches into action, springboarding in with a missle dropkick...but it gets swatted down, and Faqu immediately grabs Zack and traps him in an STF! COLE STF! STF SUBMISSION! He's got Malibu locked up! COACH TAP! TAP YOU SELFISH PREPPY BASTARD! Malibu shouts in agony as his head is wrenched back by Faqu, who is doing his best to use Malibu's wear and tear against him and force surrender. Zack reaches out, the ropes only a few precious inches away, but he merely grazes them as he reaches for a break! Faqu, noticing the ropes are too close for his liking, breaks the hold on his own and drags Zack to mid-ring...but Malibu manages to roll over and kick Faqu backwards, using the momentum from the move to roll to his feet...AND DELIVERS A SCHOOL'S OUT OUT OF NOWHERE TO THE SAMOAN MONSTER~! MALIBU COVERS! ONE! TWO! THREENO! NO! FAQU KICKS OUT! CABOOSE HOW!? HOW DID HE DO THAT THIS FAR INTO THE MATCH!!??? Malibu looks over to Patrick, who holds up two fingers, telling Zack that that's all his trademark superkick got him. Knowing he has to do more, Malibu reaches down and pulls Faqu up, steadying the island beast as he can barely stand before striking him with a European uppercut that puts him down on one knee! Zack then hits the ropes, coming off of them with much speed, as he kicks off the mat and brings his knee into the air for a Zack...WAIT...FAQU REACHES UP AND CATCHES HIM, AND BOUNCES HIM OFF THE MAT WITH A URANAGE THROW! Faqu then falls backwards, so tired and in need of rest, but he'll get none of that until he's wearing the sixteen pounds of gold that Malibu currently claims ownership to! COLE They're gonna kill each other out there! Faqu could have broken his own PARTNERS neck out there with that Death Valley Driver...can you imagine what he could do to Zack?! COACH It might make me like him more than I do, that's fo' sho'! Faqu gets up and drops an elbow...but Zack rolls out of the way, and all he hits is the ringmat! Zack gets up and drops an elbow of his own, but Faqu dodges that, and Malibu misses! They get up and Faqu attacks with forearm shots, but Malibu opens fire with a blistering chop to the chest! Faqu turns from him as he reels from the blow, and now Zack grabs him by the waist and hoists him over...GERMAN SUPLEX...AND ZACK HANGS ONTO HIM! COLE No...no Zack, this'll take too much energy! Malibu struggles, but gets the near 300 pounder up to his feet again, and then hits ANOTHER German suplex...AND ROLLS TO HIS FEET AGAIN! He continues to struggle, but manages to get up, and now this time sets Faqu up for the ANGLE SLAM that he uses as a homage to his once rival Anglesault...but the Samoan hops behind him and shoves him forward...AND ZACK AND NICK PATRICK COLLIDE! CABOOSE Patrick is down! Get some help out here for Nick Patrick! Malibu staggers around, and he's hoisted up onto the shoulders of Faqu, as the crowd pops knowing what's coming...but Malibu slides out and pushes Faqu to the ropes while he hits the ropes himself...and now the two of them take EACH OTHER out with a double clothesline! COLE They're ALL down, but we need a referee! Let's get some help! Everyone in the ring is down and motionless, and the crowd doesn't know what to make of it...until the arrival of JAMES BLONDE once again causes a stir! COACH What's he doin' out here! Blonde, still dripping with sweat, rolls into the ring and briefly looks at Zack and Faqu before turning his attention to the fallen referee. He kneels beside Nick Patrick and looks him over, then turns his attention to the competitors. He looks at his partner first, then checks out Zack, but as he's tending to him he doesn't pay any mind to the buzzing of the crowd, as now the "Urban Legend", TODD CORTEZ has rushed out from the back! CABOOSE What's HE doing out here!? Cortez slides into the ring and pushes Blonde down, confronting him about returning to the ring after his elimination. Blonde, who hasn't taken kindly to the arrival of Cortez and his allies in the first place, gets up and shoves right back, not intimidated by the streetwise superstar! Cortez chuckles, then takes a swing...but Blonde ducks it and takes Todd by the shirt, running him across the ring and hurling him out through the ropes to the floor! COLE Well that's one way to get someone out of the ring! This is becoming chaos before our very eyes! Blonde then follows him out of the ring, confronting him as he gets up about why he bothered to stick his nose into the match. Cortez gets up and begs for a moment to explain himself...then kicks James Blonde low! Blonde reels, and now Cortez shoves Michael Buffer over and grabs his seat, folding it up...and BLASTS James Blonde across the head with it, laying him out at ringside! CABOOSE What the...WHAT IS GOING ON!? What business does Todd Cortez have doing that!? Cortez stands over Blonde as if he's second guessing himself. He keeps the chair in his hand as he turns to the crowd, almost as if he's asking them to explain what just got into him. Suddenly, he's jolted by a hand on his shoulder, and he turns around and swings wildly... ...CRACKING FAQU IN THE HEAD WITH THE STEEL CHAIR~! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" COLE MY GOD HE'S BUSTED HIM OPEN! Blood trickles from Faqu's head as he staggers back, just as Malibu is rising to his feet. Seeing his foe off balance, Zack pushes himself up from the mat as fast as he can, and lifts Faqu up from the back, spinning him up and over before dropping him with an ANGLE SLAM~! Malibu covers, pulling back on the leg, as a groggy Nick Patrick crawls over to make the count. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEE! DING DING DING! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The sound guys in the truck immediately cue "Getting Away With Murder", as Malibu stays laying on the mat, totally spent. From ringside, Todd Cortez applauds, then slides into the ring to help Malibu to his feet. CABOOSE He had no business out here, and truthfully, I'm not even sure Zack Malibu realizes what went down. COACH Of course he realizes it, he had it planned all along! COLE No, no he couldn't have...could he? Patrick raises Zack's hand, as Cortez hands Zack his HI-YAH championship, much to his surprise. Malibu eyes Cortez, then looks down at Faqu, whose face is a crimson mask. Knowing that nothing he did could have affected Faqu that way, Zack turns to Cortez and shoves him back, asking him what's gone on! Cortez, never one for intimidation, shoves Zack back and mouths that "they came at me!", as if Blonde and Faqu picked a fight with him! COLE Well, if it was planned, Coach, something went wrong, because Zack doesn't look happy! Malibu circles the ring, shaking his head...and it's during that that he notices James Blonde on the floor, also laid out! He turns to Cortez, who tells Zack "I was protecting you!", but Zack wants none of it! The champion heads out of the ring, deserting Cortez, while trying to piece together what's goin on. CABOOSE Malibu looks...it's almost as if he regrets winning! Cortez stands firm, watching as Malibu heads up the ramp, seemingly angered by the turn of events in the final moments of the matchup. OAOAST staff hit the ring to help with Faqu and Blonde, so Cortez takes that as his cue to leave, ducking out of the ring and heading up back up the rampway, while Malibu looks at him and shakes his head before ducking behind the curtain. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Adam 0 Report post Posted May 29, 2006 We return from a commercial for OAOAST HeldDOWN~! (PLEASE write something this Thursday, somebody) and find ourselves in mid-entrance, on a PPV. Which would be insulting if this entrance was for a wrestler rather than a commentator. Swaggering around ringside, the OAOAST 24/7 Champion and former World Champion Crystal is making her way around towards Sofa Central, "Plug In Baby" playing her out as ever. Crystal takes the abuse from the crowd with good humour, reminding them that she is of course more successful and beautiful than they'll ever be, as she takes up Caboose's vacated indentation in the sofa and his headset too. COLE (whispering) Remember what we agreed, no funny business. COACH (also whispering) Gotcha. CRYSTAL Hey guys... COACH MAH BABY GUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLL~!~! COLE I give up. Crystal, welcome to the commentary position. I'm sorry about our friend here, he's a lonely man. CRYSTAL Oh, so you're nice to me when I'm out here sitting next to you? That's cute. COLE Ex...excuse me. CRYSTAL Oh come on, don't think I haven't heard what you say about me every week Michael Cole. About what a 'bitch' I've become. About how I don't deserve the 24/7 Championship because Gunner provided a small assist in my victory. Hell, two weeks ago you were saying I couldn't beat The Marv without help. The Marv! I'm a former World Champion and you need to start showing me a little respect because of it. COACH Yeah! Michael Cole, being a hundred pound weakling, accepts defeat as the opening guitar riff of "Vicarious" by Tool starts up. Applause can be heard through Crystal's headset, her own applause of course, as when the main riff kicks in Gunner Sharps emerges to a less than welcome reaction. The monstrous seven footer raises his arms over his head before striding on to the ring. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he hails from Detroit, Michigan. Standing 7 feet tall and weighing in at three hundred and seventy pounds... GGUUUUUUUNNEEEEEEERRRRRRRR... SSHHHHHAAAAAAARRRRRRPPSSSSSSSS!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Gunner strides on down the patented PPV rampway, towering even higher over the fans below as he reaches the ring, climbing in over the top. Crystal and the lapdog that is the Coach give Gunner a standing ovation as the bigman pulls away his facemask and removes his orange jumpsuit, readying himself for action. COLE You have to be feeling pretty lucky tonight Crystal, because Leon Rodez actually chose to face the monster Gunner over you, giving you the night off. CRYSTAL Firstly, I don't feel 'lucky'...I feel confident. If Rodez had chosen to wrestle me then I'd have wiped the floor with his pornstar ass and retained my 24/7 Championship. As it is, he's chosen Gunner. Obviously he's all hair gel and no brains. COLE Well, the reason Leon declined the match with you is because he plans on...well, wooing you. CRYSTAL He...he WHAT? COLE You didn't see HeldDOWN~! two weeks ago? CRYSTAL Uhm, duh, of course not! *GOOOOONG!* "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" "C'mon man" "DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK..." The crowd juke and jive along to the beats of LL Cool J's "Mama Said Knock You Out" as decked out in blue, Leon Rodez spins through the entrance way with a beaming smile. Shooting a finger to the sky, Rodez then begins to jig his way on down the aisle, tagging hands with his left while clearly signalling to Gunner that height is no concern to him, despite the full foot of difference between the two. BUFFER And, his opponent hails from Grand Rapids, Michigan... weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds. He is a former two-time OAOAST 24/7 Champion... "SILKY SMOOTH"... LLLEEEEEEOOOOOOOONN RRRROOOOOODDEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Reaching the end of the aisle, Rodez removes his robe and points out his abs to Crystal. CRYSTAL Ugh! COLE So, not impressed then? Not one to give up, Leon climbs up to the middle turnbuckle on the outside, a sufficient enough height to seek out Crystal and make some more grandious gestures. Taking exception, Crystal stands up at the announce table and folds her arms to show her thoughts. But Leon doesn't give up. Which, unfortunately, distracts him from Gunner Sharps striding over and hiptossing him HIGH into the ring! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *DINGDINGDING!* CRYSTAL There we go Gunner! Beat this dirty horndog down! Despite a warning from referee Charles Robinson, this minor misdemanour is not enough to halt this match's progress. It happened before the bell too, so if it were deemed a DQ, too bad. Rodez comes up to his knees clutching his back as Gunner stalks over, driving a deliberating boot into the chest. The force rolls Rodez through and back to his knees, where he takes a second boot. Again Rodez is rolled through and this time he's brought to his feet by Gunner, who shoves him against the ropes and DRIVES the knee into the gut. Cue applause from Crystal, which Gunner is spurred on by as he whips Rodez into the ropes, turning to his business partner and giving her a nod...distracting him long enough for Rodez to baseball slide through the legs on his rebound. Confused, Gunner lumbers around in search of Leon... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and finds his arm crashing off his monstrous chest! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...not once but twice! Gunner's chest is pretty impressive though and it absorbs this chops with little effect, allowing him to shrug Leon's attempted third chop away and deliver a punch to the forehead strong enough to drop him to the canvas! COLE Wow, what a punch! COACH You know, I love that double moonsault thing you do, it's really impressive. How did you learn you could do that type of thing? COLE COACH! Right back up, Leon stumbles back into Gunner's grasp again. The bigman grabs an arm and sends Leon hurtling across the ring and into the turnbuckles with an irish whip, causing The Silky Smooth One to nestle into the turnbuckles. Beating his chest, Gunner then looks to squash Leon like...uh, something squashable. The U.S Baseball Team! Holla! Uhm, anyway, Gunner charges in. However, Rodez sees him coming and is able to take action before being crushed by three hundred, seventy plus pounds, connecting with a dropkick to the knee that sends Gunner sprawling face first into the top turnbuckle! Gunner goes stumbling out as Rodez looks to strike while the iron is hot, hopping to the middle rope and balling up the fist...FOR THE ASS PUNCH! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" GUNNER RRRRROOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! RODEZ *eep* No selling the deadly Ass Punch, Gunner looks for vengeance as he chases after Rodez. Valuing his good looks, Rodez does what any smart person would do and runs from this chase though and the two circle around the ring, with Leon able to outrun Gunner with ease. That soon becomes tiring for him however, despite his good cardio, so Rodez comes to a stop and lures Gunner in, sidestepping and allowing him to bounce off the ropes. A clothesline is ducked and Gunner bounces off the opposite side, looking to mow through The Silky Smooth One. RODEZ STOOOOOOOOOOOOP! Look up there! Grinding to a halt, Gunner looks up to see what's so concerning Leon on the ceiling... *SMACK!* ...and earns himself an enziguri upside the head! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" CRYSTAL Come on Gunner, don't fall for that crap! Gunner doesn't go down, so Rodez winds up and looks for a clothesline to take the seven footer the rest of the way. A sidestep from Gunner forces Leon into the ropes though. Rebounding back, Leon comes charging with another attempted clothesline, picking up some steam... GUNNER STOOOOOOOOOOOOP! *SMACK!* Not falling for that tomfoolery, Rodez nails Gunner upside the head with a second enziguri, this one enough to send the Michigan monster dropping facefirst to the canvas! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" CRYSTAL Gah, you've gotta be kidding me! COLE I don't think Gunner Sharps should try to match wits with...well, anyone. CRYSTAL You do realise I'll tell him you said that. And I won't hold him back while he beats those hippy beads off from around your neck. COACH HA! Good one Crystal...by the way, what conditioner do you use, because your hair is looki... COLE COACH! With Gunner down, Rodez checks that his washboard abs are undamaged before coming off the ropes. Gunner begins to push himself up just at the wrong time as Leon then comes flying in with a basement dropkick that grazes across the top of the seven footer's head! Rolling his suddenly less intimidating opponent over, Rodez then dives on top... 1... 2... Kickout! Shaking it off, Gunner continues to push himself up so Rodez goes on the attack with some forearms. Brawling doesn't prove to be a good route to go down so Rodez switches up and goes for the legs with some kicks to the hamstring, trying to take away the vertical base of his much taller opponent. Gunner shrugs them off however, palming Rodez away. Rodez uses the momentum to go backwards into the ropes, coming back with another basement dropkick to the knee. Down to the other goes Gunner to the delight of the fans, but he's soon coming back up. Hitting the ropes again, Leon tries again, taking out the other knee with the dropkick this time. But even despite two weakened legs Gunner is climbing back up, forcing Leon to go off into the ropes again. This time though, Gunner is waiting and he strides forward, causing Rodez to run straight into a BIG, Big Boot to the jaw!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" CRYSTAL Ooh, not so pretty now are we Leon? However will you get by without your good looks? COACH No need to be so generous Crystal, he was never pretty to begin within..... unlike you of cour... COLE COACH! The head-on meeting with Gunner's size whatever boot leaves Rodez down and dazed on the canvas, unable to collect his thoughts in a way to help him get back up. Stalking over, big Gunner grabs Leon by hair and shorts to haul him off the mat and then grabs on a goozle, ready for a Chokeslam. Desperately Leon starts to hammer down on the arm with elbows to try and break Gunner's stronghold, adding in some elbows to the temple when that doesn't work. More bugged than anything is Sharps though as he shrugs Leon off, only to charge through with a brutal clothesline! Calling Robinson over, Gunner places a foot on the chest by way of a pin... 1... 2... Kickout. CRYSTAL No! Come on Gunner, think! Flipping Leon over onto his front, Gunner now sits down across the back and clamps his hands under the chin to apply a Camel Clutch. Zoom in cameraman! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" CRYSTAL Aw, listen to the fans chanting for their precious Leon. When are they going to realise they're here to help pay our wages and nothing they do really matters? COACH Dumping these losers was the best move you ever made, Crystal. Gunner pulls back on the head and keeps Leon bottomed out on the canvas, surprisingly good technical execution of the hold from the big brawler. The pain is immediately etched on Leon's face as Gunner turns to Sofa Central, getting a smile of approval from Crystal...and a smile of approval from Coach, who wants to feel included bless him. ROBINSON C'mon Leon, whadda you say? RODEZ IRAN NUMBAH VUN! ROBINSON ...do you give up, I'll ring the bell if you give me the word. RODEZ AAH! UU ESS AY, ACHTOOEY! OH...ow, man this hurts! CRYSTAL What is WRONG with this idiot? Sensing the hold isn't getting the job done, Gunner stands back up and brings back Leon to his feet with him. Showing off his power Gunner lifts Leon in his arms like the proverbial ragdoll and carries him around the ring, before dropping him across a knee with a Ribbreaker! The groan from Rodez indicates that funtime is over and paintime has begun, Gunner brushing him from his knee and making the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! CRYSTAL It's okay Gunner, keep your cool. COLE What exactly is your relationship with Gunner, Crystal? CRYSTAL That's been documented already. If you're going to ask me something, make it relevant. COLE Okay then...are you not worried about somebody coming from the crowd and attacking you to try and win your 24/7 Title while your backup is in the ring fighting a match? CRYSTAL No comment, stick to the match. Gunner backs Rodez up into a corner and clubs him across the chest with an overhand forearm that leaves The Silky Smooth One's silky smooth skin a nasty shade of magenta. Another forearm just worsens the pigment before Gunner grabs a wrist and whips Leon out into the opposite corner. In follows Gunner, with a big clothesline in the corner, crushing Leon against the buckles! Slumping out, Leon collapses to the mat and Gunner makes the cover again... 1... 2... Kickout! Powering Leon back up again, Gunner hoists his opponent over the shoulder with ease and comes running out of the corner, looking for the Running Powerslam...but Leon slips out the back and latches onto Gunner with a back mounted sleeper! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE There's a counter and now Gunner might be in trouble! Gunner flails around in the sleeper looking for the ropes, carrying Leon on his back...and eventually, he finds the ropes. Referee Robinson lays on the obligatory five count. That proves too long for Gunner to wait though and he manages to break up the sleeper grip, throwing Leon up and dropping him snake eyes style across the top rope! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" CRYSTAL Shows what you know. As Leon is whiplashed back, Gunner guides him down to the canvas for another cover... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Now beginning to look a little frustrated, big Gunner glares at Robinson and causes him to wisely back away to a safe distance. Gunner then helps Rodez back to his feet, not expecting to be shocked... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...by a chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...another. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and a third, forcing Gunner into action as he knees Rodez in the gut before pulling him in to a standing headscissors. Running the ominous thumb across the throat, Gunner then lifts Rodez up for a Powerbomb...but Leon floats through and lands on his feet in front of Gunner. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...another chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...number five. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and there's a sixth, leaving Gunner finally in a little trouble. Looking to take this up, Rodez grabs on a 3/4 facelock and brings Gunner down across his knee with The Facial, snapping Gunner back upright where he finds himself on the end of a forearm flurry. Rodez lands a succession of seven before Gunner eventually finds a comeback with a boot to the gut. CRYSTAL Okay, enough Gunner, END IT! Able to hear this cry...and see Crystal standing up at the announce table, mouthing the words and running her hands past her throat...and see Coach doing the same...Gunner lands another boot before grabbing the arm, whipping Leon off the ropes. Gunner then sets himself ready to deliver All Guns Blazing (Black Hole Slam). However, at the last moment, Leon hooks an arm around the top rope, despairingly gripping on to stop himself rebounding back. Gunner stops too, his surprise subsiding into anger as Rodez smugly wipes some sweat from his brow and turns to inform Crystal "I'm okay, baby!". And that anger prompts Gunner to charge in. Just what Leon wanted. Swiping out the legs, Rodez lands a drop toehold that sends the seven footer sprawling throat first across the middle rope and pops back to his feet for a special, Jewel In The Crown dedicated JIG~! COLE C'mon Coach, get ready... Rodez then breaks off the ropes and sprints back, DRIVING the weight into the lower spine! COACH ... COLE Oh okay...CALL THAT BITCH BOJANGLES~! Only looking moderately affected, Gunner eases himself off the ropes, turns around, earning himself a jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! A ja...NO! Gunner blocks, grabs the arm and HAULS Rodez forward into a Short Arm Clothesline! Gunner drops to his knees straight away with the pin... 1... 2... KICKOUT! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" CRYSTAL Da... COACH DAMNIT! I couldn't agree more Crystal, damnit damnit damnit! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" The crowd will The Silky Smooth One on as Gunner backs off into a corner and encourages him back to his feet. Crouched down, arms signalling, the grit-toothed monster waits. Impatiently. Slowly Leon begins to pull himself up as Gunner hops up and down, impatience growing as finally Leon stops, repositions his eyebrows (yes, in the middle of a match) and gives Crystal a wink! Crystal is shocked, but the real shock is coming as Gunner sprints across with the MOTHER FUCKING IMPACT SPEAR... *CLANG!* "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...and makes MOTHER FUCKING IMPACT shoulder first into the ringpost!! CRYSTAL NO! Staggering out from the corner, Gunner clutches onto his arm and leaves himself open for Rodez on the turn. A boot to the knee buckles him down a little, allowing Rodez to reach around the head and step a foot behind, whipping Gunner around as best possible with Shell Shock!! Gunner lands right on his face and bounces over onto his back, as Leon scurries to the apron and begins to climb up top. COLE That was The Shocker and I think our guest commentator is a little shocked in her own right! CRYSTAL GET UP GUNNER! MOOOVE, MOOOVE! Reaching the top, Rodez stands and turns to Sofa Central, blowing a kiss towards the fuming pairing of Crystal and Coach before he tumbles from the top, LANDING the 450 Splash right across Gunner's chest and head! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" 1... 2... 3!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *DINGDINGDING!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match... LLLLEEEEEOOONN RRROOOODDEEEEEZZZZZZZ!! CRYSTAL GAH! Crystal throws down her headset... COACH GAH! ...and so does The Coach, as Leon pushes to his knees with a smirk. Crystal has already stormed off with her 24/7 Championship in tow and is disappearing out of sight by the time Leon pulls himself up on the ropes and climbs to the middle rope, one hand over his abdomen while the other flashes the thumbs up to his adoring fans. Turning back to the rampway, Leon then leaps down from the ropes and rushes over to the far side of the ring, holding the ropes open and inviting Crystal back to celebrate with him. Flustered, Crystal shoos the suggestion off and continues to storm off, leaving Leon to celebrate alone. COLE Well, impressive stuff and an impressive victory for Leon Rodez. More coming, right here at School's Out! ********************* They entertained you... ...made you laugh... ...made you cry... ...and they put your favourite superstars over. OAOAST: Jobbers to the Stars!!! Featuring such great openers as: - PHOENIX!~ - IGOR STOYANOVICH~! - DAMARAMU! ...Damaramu? He didn't put anyone over! Anyway, OAOAST: JOBBERS TO THE STARS! BUY IT NEXT WEEK! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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Adam 0 Report post Posted May 29, 2006 As we return to the arena, the house lights have darkened and a quartet of white spotlights shine on the steel cell as it begins to make its descent to the arena floor. Meanwhile, referee Earl Hebner stands at center ring, cradling the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title belt in his arms as a ring hand holds steady the cable that it will be attached to. COLE Well folks, it is now time for our main event. The OAOAST in the past have brought you all sorts of new match types and new variations on old ones and right now, tonight at School's Out, we're about to do it again. Let's take a look at how we got to this point. *LOGO WIPE* 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!! *LOGO WIPE* We go back live as the house lights are back up and the cell has settled onto the floor. The title belt is on its hook and ascends to its place 15 feet above center ring right about level with the hole on top of the cage. Meanwhile, two more ring hands prop a folded 10-foot ladder in opposite corners of the cell, securing them to the cell with bungee rope. COLE This is certainly a unique idea that Peter Knight had. Looking at this monstrous structure up close, I'm already cringing at how many ways these two men are about to maim each other. Let's take it up to Michael Buffer for the introductions. Finished with their work, the ring hands jog through the open cell door as the bell rings to get the fans' attention. *DING DING* BUFFER LLLadies and gentlemen, it is now time for our mmmain event of the evening!! "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" CABOOSE This crowd certainly is ready. BUFFER This contest is a Stairway to Hell match and it is for the One and Only Anglesault Thread Heavyweight Championship of the World! (More cheers) In this match, the first man to climb the ladder and retrieve the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title belt that hangs above the ring will be declared the winner. Also, in this contest, if one man scores either a pinfall or a submission on the other he will have a head start of twenty seconds, a count that will be administered by the referee in charge of this match, Earl Hebner (tepid cheers). After that lengthy and confusing explanation, there is only one more thing to ask.....and that is ARE YOU READY? "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Denver, Coloradoooooooo are....you.....RRRRRRRRRREADY? "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" Then, from the thousands here in the arena to the millions watching at home......LLLLLLLLETS GET READY TO RUMMMBLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! COACH Let's do this! The lights go out.... I've been defeated and brought down "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" Dropped to my knees when hope ran out The time has come to change my ways...... The blue strobes flash around the entrance as the guitar and drum flourish fills the PA. As the chorus of Metalingus begins, the challenger bursts through the curtains, a look of determination on his face similar to the one he wore on New Year's Day. BUFFER Introducing first, the challenger. He is a former OAOAST Tag Team, X AND World Heavyweight Champion. Tonight, he looks to recapture the title that he lost nearly two months ago at AngleMania V. He hails from Fall River, Massachusetts and weighs in tonight at two hundred and sixty-five pounds.......PETERRRRRRR KNIIIIIIGHT!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Knight stops at the cell door, which is being held open by referee Nick Patrick, and pulls on the steel fencing, showing that it has some give, but not much. He steps into the cell and slides into the ring, immediately walking to the middle of it and looking up at the prize. CABOOSE Yep, that's what you've wanted to get back, Knight, but you have to go through Alfdogg first. COACH Remember, PK lost two title matches before winning his first world title, so maybe the third time will be a charm again. Alf's got nothing to help him this time; to keep that belt, he's gotta take that man to his breaking point. Knight's music fades and faint cheering ripples through the crowd in anticipation that explodes into a tsunami of cheers and shouts as the opening drums of Magnum Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat/Howling at the Moon pound over the PA, signaling the entrance of the champion. COLE Listen to this crowd! CABOOSE How can I not hear them? Alfdogg steps through the curtain, a bit naked without his title belt as he thrusts his arms into the air for the crowd. He pauses to take in the sight before him before fixing his stare at his opponent. Alfdogg simply stands at the top of the ramp and stares at Knight as Buffer makes the introduction. BUFFER And introducing his opponent. He is a former Heartland champion and, nearly two months ago, defeated the man he will face tonight to become the REIGNING and DEFENDING One and Only Anglesault Thread Heavyweight Champion of the WOOOOOOOOOOORLD.......AAAALFDOGGGGGGGGG!!!! COLE Anyone that has followed Alf's long and illustrious career here in the OAOAST knows that he has participated in some of the most brutal and unique matches the wrestling world has seen. He defeated OAOAST legend and sadist Sandman 9000 at AngleMania IV; he defeated Chris Stevens in a Christmas Deathmatch this past December at Climax and tonight, he aims to take down one of the toughest men in the OAOAST in a match so dangerous, it hasn’t been used in FOUR years, the Stairway to Hell match. Alf reaches the cell door and pauses once more. He looks up and through the cage at his belt hanging from the rafters, the ladders in the cell and finally, his opponent, who has leaned forward a bit and gestures with his hands for Alf to bring it. COACH He's scared Cole. He's got a case of the yellow-tail. CABOOSE Alf's just taking this all in. He is in for a hell of a fight tonight so he wants to gather himself. You know the second he steps through that door Knight will be all over him. Alf cracks his knuckles and takes a few deep breaths.......and charges into the cell, sliding under the bottom rope and immediately being met by a series of hard stomps. *DING DING* COLE We're underway! Patrick immediately closes the cell door and one of Denver's finest snaps a large padlock onto the door, cutting off one (and maybe only) possible means of exit. In the ring, Alf has shrugged off Knight's opening flurry and is on his feet, trading punches with the challenger. Knight takes control and backs Alf into the ropes. He shoots him off, but Alf hangs on to the arm and reverses, sending Knight into the ropes. He tries a clothesline, but Knight ducks it and bounces off the ropes again to get a head of steam, but Alf leaps and meets him with a spinning wheel kick that knocks him to the mat. Alf quickly scrambles for a cover.....but Hebner can't even get into position before Knight kicks out. Alf doesn't let up however, dragging Knight up to his feet and rocking him back into the corner with rights. Alf rears back and..... *SLAP* "WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Fires off a HUGE chop to Knight's massive chest. *SLAP* "WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!" *SLAP* "WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!" *SLAP* "WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!" *SLAP* "WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!" *SLAP* "WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Followed by FIVE more that has the challenger gasping for air. Alf wraps his hand around Knight's throat and chokes him, the camera getting a good close shot of the scene as well as picking up Alf talking some smack as he stares into Knight's face with intensity. ALF You wanna get hardcore? You wanna play in my yard, you son of a bitch? But Knight silences him by gouging his fingers into Alf's eyes. They switch positions and now it's Knight teeing off on the champion with a series of stiff forearms that has his head snapping back violently with each impact. Hebner tries to step in just for Alf's safety, but Knight shoves him away and switches to kicks to Alf's gut. He grabs Alf by the arm and shoots him off the ropes, ducking down as Alf rebounds and pitching him over his shoulder with a back body drop. He quickly covers. 1....but Alf kicks out. COLE Remember, the man that can score a pinfall or submission gets a 20 second head start to go for the title. Obviously both men are trying to get that advantage early, though it would help if there was a ladder in the ring already. CABOOSE These two are just trying to beat the crap out of each other right now the way I see it. Knight drags Alf to his feet and rams his face into the top turnbuckle and buries a series of knees into the champion's gut, doubling him over. Knight backs up a few steps and waits for Alf to stand back upright before charging in and smashing Alf in the sternum and throat with a clothesline. Alf collapses face first to the canvas as a pumped up Knight shouts and slaps his chest, drawing the ire of the capacity crowd. COLE The challenger with a flurry of offense that has the champion in trouble early. COACH This is funny; I thought everyone said Alf would be in his element in this match. Looks like Knight is taking care of bidness so far. Knight steps through the ropes to the floor and walks towards one of the ladders. COLE And now the ladders are about to be put into play. CABOOSE Knight’s got control of this match now, but he of all people should know that Alf isn't out of this yet. Knight detaches one cord from the ladder and drops it to the floor. He goes to work on the second cord......but suddenly a pair of feet flies into the frame, connecting with Knight's back and sending him face first into the ladder! Knight flops to the floor leaving the ladder still attached by one cord. "OHHHHHHHHH!!!" COACH Wha? Where did he come from? CABOOSE I told you. A split screen replay shows Alf running into the corner and quickly scaling the top rope to deliver a missile dropkick down to an unsuspecting Knight on the floor. Back to live action as Alf detaches the ladder from the cage and pushes it over to the floor as he is more interested in the bungee rope which he wraps around Knight's throat as Knight gets to his knees. Knight flails his arms and grabs at the cord around his neck as he gets back to his feet, but Alf keeps a good grip on it as he goes to Knight's side and twists him around by his throat and sends him backfirst into the cold, unforgiving steel fence of the cell. "OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Knight shouts in pain and collapses to his knees holding his back. Alf walks over to the ladder and takes it into his possession, sliding it into the ring and sliding in after it. CABOOSE Looks like Alf's gonna have the first crack at it here. Knight, coughing and gasping for air, uses the apron to prop himself up and sees Alf pick up the ladder once again and stand it upright. He quickly slides in and blindsides Alf with a forearm to the side of the head, knocking Alf into the ropes as the ladder clatters to the apron. Knight quickly picks up the ladder, holding it horizontally, and charges at the champion to jam the top of the ladder into Alf's chest and back him into the corner. Knight props the ladder up and pushes it against Alf, forcing his body weight against it to squeeze Alf in the tight space. Knight bounces off the opposite ropes and charges at Alf again. He leaps....... *CRACK* "OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" And sends all 265 lbs. of his into the ladder with a Stinger splash, sandwiching Alf between the ladder and turnbuckles. Knight stumbles off holding his ribs slightly from the impact while the ladder falls to the mat and Alf crumples in the corner. COLE Peter Knight sacrificing his own body to cause harm to the champion. COACH Knight said he was going to do anything to win, and we just saw a perfect example. Knight shakes his head to clear the cobwebs and pulls the ladder upright, unfolding it and positioning it under the belt before stepping on the bottom rung. CABOOSE Knight's making the first climb. Knight steadily makes his way up, prevented from going quickly by his body weight and gets a few feet off the mat when Alf runs in and grabs his foot, yanking down and pulling Knight to the mat. Knight instinctively tries a clothesline, but Alf drops down and hooks his feet around Knight's leg, putting him off balance and causing him to crash facefirst into the still upright ladder. Knight holds his jaw as he lies on the mat as Alf repositions the ladder and makes his first climb for the belt. COLE Now it's Alf's turn to make the climb. COACH Come on, Knight, stop him. Alf is able to climb a bit more quickly and is nearly halfway up the ladder when Knight reaches up and grabs the back of his pants to stop him. Alf turns so his back is against the ladder and tries to kick the challenger away, but Knight fires off a few punches to the gut and turns around, facing the same direction as Alf and grabbing his wrists. He pulls forward and drops to a sitting position, sending Alf flipping off the ladder and slamming him hard into the mat. He covers. 1...... 2.......shoulder up. Knight grabs Alf by the hair and tosses him to the outside on the other side of the ring. He follows him out and delivers a couple of hard kicks to the gut before grabbing him by the hair again and slamming his face into the ring steps. Knight walks over to the second suspended ladder and loosens one of the bungee ropes from it, walking over and wrapping it around Alf's throat. COACH Now Alf gets a little taste of his own medicine. Knight releases the choke and drops the cord, kneeling down and lifting the ring apron up to dig under the ring and come up with a steel chair. COACH My "moles" in the ring staff told me that eariler today both men were seen putting plenty of weapons under the ring for them to use in this match. Believe me, there's some nasty stuff under there. Knight swings the chair as Alf gets to his feet, but the champion ducks and the chair slams against the ring post causing Knight to drop the chair and shake his hands in pain. Alf bends over and picks up the chair, jabbing it into Knight's gut to double him over before bringing it down across his spine. And again, which leaves Knight on all fours on the floor. COLE Alf focusing on the back of the challenger, the same strategy he used at AngleMania. Alf detaches the other ladder from the cell holding it horizontally, sliding it into the ring so that half is on the mat and half is hanging over the floor. Alf rolls into the ring and stands, looking over to the outside as Knight climbs to a knee. CABOOSE What's he looking for here? Alf charges across the ring and bounces off the ropes, getting a head of steam as he runs back, throws his feet forward and...... *CRACK* "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Dropkicks the ladder, sending it right into Knight's face and causing him to slam into the cell fence before he flops back to the floor. COLE Alfdogg propelling the steel ladder right into the challenger's face. CABOOSE Look, look, he's gonna fly! Alfdogg pulls back on the top rope and slings himself over the tope rope, looking for a plancha.........but he lands right in the arms of the challenger. Knight charges and rams Alf into the ring post......and again......and again before scooping him and slamming him onto the floor. Knight checks to see if he is bleeding (he isn't.....yet) and adjusts the ladder on the apron until it is in the same position that Alf had it minutes ago. Knight backs off a few steps and crouches a bit, waiting for Alf to get back to his feet. Alf stumbles back to his feet, his back to Knight as he shakes his head clear. Just as he turns Knight charges...... *CRACK* "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" And boots the ladder right into Alfdogg's face. COACH Nice! CABOOSE This is a battle of one-uppsmanship right now; whatever one man does, he gets it right back. As Alf holds his face on the floor, Knight gets another chair from under the ring and picks up a bungee cord. He loops the cord through the backing of the chair and walks to the cell wall to loop the cord and secure it so that the chair is basically attached to the fence like the ladders were. COLE Knight's got a plan here, guys. COACH Damn right he does. And it means nothing but pain for the "champion". Knight shoves the ladder into the ring as he passes it and picks up Alf's legs, giving him a boot to the junk for good measure before he drags him along the floor towards the suspended chair. Knight looks behind him before he scoops up Alf's legs so that only his head and shouders touch the floor. COACH Do it! Knight smirks evilly and nods before he falls back, causing Alf to catapult upwards...... *CRACK* And smack his face right into the suspended chair. "OHHHHHHHHH!!" Knight holds onto the legs as Alf flops down, falls back again..... *CRACK* "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" And drives Alf into the chair again. Knight STILL won't release Alf's legs as he comes down again and shakes his head before dropping back a THIRD time..... *CRACK* "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" And sends Alf into the chair once more. COLE Oh, God. THREE times into that suspended chair. Alfdogg might have a serious concussion right now. CABOOSE I think Alf's busted open, guys. Knight pulls Alf up by the hair and, seeing Alf's face, smirks, confirming Caboose's thought. He slams Alf's head into the fencing and grabs a handful of hair, slowly raking Alf's face left and right across the mesh to open the cut up further. He tosses Alf into the corner of the cell and delivers a pair of knees to his gut, following up with a series of kicks that leave Alf in a sitting position with his head slumped against the wall. Knight buries a foot into his throat and tries to squeeze the life out of the champion before putting his boot on Alf's forhead and scraping it against the cut with a Face Wash, repeating the motion three more times before pausing to soak in the boos from the crowd once more. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" COLE Well, we knew that we were going to see some blood in this match and Alfdogg's the first man to provide it. COACH Courtesy of Peter Knight, of course. Knight unhooks the chair and tosses it into the ring before dragging a bloody Alf up and rolling him back in as well. He pulls Alf's face up off the canvas and beckons the cameraman to get close. KNIGHT Here's your champion. Here's your OAOAST "legend". "LET'S GO ALF!" "LET'S GO ALF!" "LET'S GO ALF!" "LET'S GO ALF!" Knight pulls him up and tosses him into the corner, pummeling him with repeated forearms before he picks up the ladder and presses it against him once more. Knight jogs to the opposite corner and readies to charge. COLE Oh no, he did this earlier in the match. Knight runs.... leaps......... *CRACK* "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" But the ladder meets him in mid-air. COLE Ohh, Alfdogg just THREW that ladder at the challenger. That may be a BIG momentum swing. COACH Come on, PK. You still got him. CABOOSE Notice that neither man is even trying to go for a pin or climb the ladder. Each man just wants to completely incapacitate the other right now. Alf rubs his forehead and the red he sees on his hand seems to rejuvinate him. He walks out of the corner and picks up the steel chair. "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE Look out here; Alf's got the chair now. CABOOSE Like I said, what one man gives, he gets. Alfdogg readies the chair and waits for Knight to woozily get back to his feet. When the challenger turns....... *CRACK* COLE Ohhhhh!!!!! Ohhh, what a chairshot!! You could hear that impact all over the Rockies. CABOOSE Look at the dent in that chair! Indeed, we see that the seat of the chair is severely dented as Alf drops it to the mat. Alf drags the challenger off the mat and pulls him to the corner, slamming his head into the turnbuckles a few times before he picks up one leg and drapes it on the middle rope, followed by the other to leave Knight in a Shattered Dreams position. CABOOSE What's this? COLE What is Alf doing now? Alf kicks the chair out of the ring.....and picks up the ladder. "OHHHHHH!!!" COACH No. He's not thinking about..... CABOOSE Yes, I do know what Alf's thinking about. Alf holds the ladder like a battering ram and walks to the corner opposite Knight. Knight begins to come to and looks around quizzically, wondering how he got into this position. He looks forward....and sees Alf charging toward him with the ladder. COACH No!! No!! The same words escape Knight's mouth, but Alf's made up his mind already......as he drives the top of the ladder into Knight's gut and groin. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Men all over the world grab their groins in sympathy as Knight lets out a agonizing groan. His eyes start to roll into the back of his head, so he doesn't see Alf back up a few steps, charge....and do it again. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COACH I don't care how much you hate a guy, you do NOT treat another man's junk like that. You just DON'T. Alf loosens Knight's legs from the ropes and he flops facefirst to the mat. Alf rolls him onto his back and goes to his legs, scooping them so that Knight is in a slingshot position, falls back and propels Knight OVER the turnbuckles and causing him to hit the top of the post face first. COLE He hit the post! Knight cleared the turnbuckles and hit the post! CABOOSE And now HE'S bleeding! COACH No! Dammit, this isn't fair! CABOOSE Anything goes, my negro amigo. Knight flops to the canvas as Alf picks up the ladder and sets it under the belt before dropping on top of Knight with a pin. 1........ 2....... 3!!!!!!!-----NO! Shoulder up! Knight barely gets his shoulder up, preventing Alf from getting his head start. However, Alf still gets to his feet and begins the climb. COLE Alf tried to get his 20 second head start, but Knight JUST got his shoulder off the canvas. It would have made things easier, but Knight may be out of it anyway. Alf makes slow but steady progress as Knight uses the ropes to get to his feet. He sees Alfdogg halfway up and stumbles over to the other ladder. He holds it vertically and jabs it at Alf to slow him down and allow Knight to set his ladder up next to Alf's. The Denver crowd rises as one as Knight begins to climb. COLE Two ladders now in play with both men climbing. Who is going to get to the belt? CABOOSE And who is going to feel some extreme pain in a moment? COACH Knight and Alfdogg, in that order. Alf boots at Knight as he gets within reach, but Knight shakes off the blows and continues climbing. Alf switches to fists as the challenger becomes level as both men are about 3/4ths up the ladder at this point, the belt mere feet away from reach. Right from Alf..... Right from Knight..... Right from Alf..... Right from Knight...... Right from Alf.....DUCKED BY KNIGHT!! Knight wraps his arms around Alf's neck and turns so that he's facing the same direction Alf is. COACH Going down! Knight leaps off.....and drives Alf face first into the mat with a cutter off the ladder!!! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" COLE You could call that a modified Knightmare off the ladder! Oh my word! COACH Now THAT'S a momentum changer. "HO-LY SHIT!!!" "FUC-KIN' SWEET!!!" "HO-LY SHIT!!!" "FUC-KIN' SWEET!!!" "HO-LY SHIT!!!" "FUC-KIN' SWEET!!!" Both men lie on the mat, Alf face up and Knight face down. Neither man is moving very much. "LET'S GO ALF!! COME ON PE-TER!! LET'S GO ALF!! COME ON PE-TER!! LET'S GO ALF!! COME ON PE-TER!! LET'S GO ALF!! COME ON PE-TER!!" COLE Now some of the crowd is pulling for the challenger. COACH They've finally seen the light. Time to jump on the bandwagon of the REAL champion. Knight is the first man to move as he slowly crawls over to Alf and drapes an arm onto him. 1......... 2........ 3!!!!!!!!!!! COACH He got him!! The title is his!! CABOOSE He's gotta climb to get it, dumbass. COACH Yes, but Alf has NO CHANCE to stop him now. BUFFER Peter Knight has scored a pinfall. He now has a 20 second head start. Knight gets to his feet using the ropes once again and shakes his head to clear it. He walks over to the ladders and pushes one over to the mat and making sure it is out of the way. COACH Never mind the spring cleaning job, CLIMB! Hebner's count reaches 10 as Alf rolls around on the mat....and drops to the floor! COLE Alf's on the floor! You might be right Coach. Knight puts his feet on the bottom rung and rests a bit to gather his remaining strength before he makes his climb. Hebner finishes his count and turns his attention to Knight as he makes slow progress towards the belt. CABOOSE Knight may be going slow, but Alf better get his ass in the ring now if he wants this match to continue. Knight passes the halfway point on the ladder and is a few feet from the title belt. He pauses again to catch his breath as his body begins to wear under the strain of the match. "LET'S GO ALF!! COME ON PE-TER!! LET'S GO ALF!! COME ON PE-TER!!" COLE The crowd is still 50/50 for both men as Knight inches closer and closer to the belt he claims he never really lost. CABOOSE What is Alf doing? The cameraman catches Alf's legs sticking out from under the ring. He appears again dragging out a large brown knapsack or backpack which he flings onto the apron and pushes under the bottom rope. COLE Alf's pulled out a bag of some kind. What is in there? COACH Doesn't matter, because Knight is within reaching distance. Knight reaches up and swipes at the belt but only manages to get a fingertip on it. Meanwhile, Alf unzips the bag, reaches in.....and pulls out a long, thin flourescent tube. "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" COLE That's a...... CABOOSE No way. COACH Knight's almost got it! Knight climbs a bit higher and reaches up one more time as Alf gets to his feet. Knight grasps the belt..... COACH YES! *CRASH* BUT GETS A LIGHT TUBE SMASHED ACROSS HIS BODY!!!! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COACH WHAT THE FUCK!? Alf pushes the ladder......and Knight falls off right into the ropes which snaps him back violently to the mat. "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" CABOOSE Alf's pulling out ALL the stops tonight! Alf folds up one of the ladders and pushes it out of the ring before he walks over to the bag and picks it up. He tips it over, spilling out it's contents. COLE My God, there's gotta be nearly two dozen light tubes in that bag. COACH He's SICK. That bastard is SICK! CABOOSE No, he'll just do anything in his power to stop a madman like Knight. Alf pulls the other ladder towards the corner of the ring and piles the tubes into a small mound in the center before he drags the challenger to his feet. The crowd once again stands, awaiting what Alf has in mind for him. COLE Alfdogg may be about to put the challenger away for good. Alf grabs Knight's arm and whips him off the ropes. On the rebound, Alf picks him up and a SPINEBUSTAHHHHHHH.....NO! Knight grabs Alf in a front facelock in midair and lands on his feet with the tubes in front of him with Alf standing with his back to them. Knight throws Alf's arm over his head, knees him in the gut and grabs his tights. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" COACH DO IT!!! COLE Knight's gonna suplex him stomach first onto the tubes!! Knight lifts him up......NO, BLOCKED!!! He tries again, but Alf blocks him again and knees him in the gut to loosen Knight's grip. Alf drops down.....AND GIVES THE CHALLENGER A LOW BLOW!!!! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COACH Dammit, what did his crotch ever do to you? Alf slings Knight's arm over his head, hooks the tights and picks Knight up. He bounces his feet off the top rope to slingshot him over...... down........ *KEEEERASH~!* AND SLINGSHOT SUPLEXES HIM ONTO THE LIGHT TUBES!!!! "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COLE Oh my God. OH MY GOD!! CABOOSE Glass is everywhere! "OAT TOAST RULES!! OAT TOAST RULES!! OAT TOAST RULES!! OAT TOAST RULES!!" COACH Damn.......just......damn. Knight rolls off the now broken tubes and shakes on the mat. Pieces of glass are seen embedded in his back which opens up small cuts all over it. CABOOSE That's a gruesome sight. Alf stands and, with the help of Hebner, sweeps all the broken and unbroken tubes out of the ring. Alf looks over to the ladder and a roar comes up from the crowd (mixed with a small but vocal amount of boos). COLE Alf's got nothing in his way now. Alf walks over to the ladder.....and walks past it. He leans against the ropes and looks up at the ladder, at Knight, and back up at the ladder again. He climbs through the ropes and, after shaking his head and clearing the blood from his eyes, climbs to the top turnbuckle, the same corner where the ladder is. COLE What is he doing? Alf puts his hands on the top of the ladder to steady himself and looks up to the rafters, seemingly asking for some divine help before he hops up......leapfrogging OVER the top of the ladder....... *WHAM* "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" And driving his body into Knight with a Five Star Alf Splash! COACH WHAT!? CABOOSE You have got to be kidding me! COLE Alfdogg just leapfrogged a ten foot ladder and hit the Five Star Alf Splash on Peter Knight. I have NEVER seen anything like that in my life! Alf flops on top of the challenger for the count. 1.......... 2........ 3!!!!! COLE He got the pin! Now he's got 20 seconds to climb for the gold. CABOOSE I don't even think Knight will be conscious at that point. BUFFER Alfdogg has scored a pinfall. He now has a 20 second head start. Hebner begins his count as Alf stumbles back to his feet using the ropes. The count reaches 6 as Alfdogg begins to drag the ladder he just leapfrogged to the center of the ring. The count is 10 as Alf begins his climb, but Knight is still out of it on the mat. COLE Alf begins the climb, but he only has half of his head start left. CABOOSE Look at Knight, Cole. Hebner can count to 200 and he would still be counting the lights. COACH Get up! Please get up!!! Alf climbs very slowly, every inch of his body hurting from what it has endured in this match. Knight begins to stir as Hebner finishes the count, but Alf is nearly halfway up. COACH He's coming to. Peter, get your ass over there and stop him!!! CABOOSE I think this may be it, guys. Knight's getting up, but Alf is almost there. Alf reaches a hand up, but he is still a few feet away so he starts climbing a few more rungs. The crowd begins to cheer, seeing that Alf is just seconds away from retaining the belt. COACH Knight's crawling!! HURRY UP!!! Alf reaches up again and brushes the bottom of the belt, causing the cable it is attached to to sway slightly. COLE One more rung and Alf has it. Alf steps up one more rung and reaches up.........but suddenly the ladder shakes, almost knocking him off balance. Alf looks down to see Peter Knight on his knees in front of the ladder, shaking it to try and knock Alf off. Alf tries to reach up again, but again Knight shakes the ladder, causing Alf to have to steady himself again. Knight gets to his feet and begins to yank the ladder left and right, actually lifting one side of it off the mat as he does so. COACH Yes!! Knock him off!! COLE Alf is teetering! I don't know if he can stay up there much.....Knight's tipping it!! Knight pulls the ladder to the right, sending it down...... down....... down to the mat. COLE Wait, LOOK AT ALF!! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" The crowd gasps as Alf is seen hanging from the hole in the cell, the title belt still on it's hook to his left. CABOOSE Alf is hanging fifteen feet above the ring!! COACH Yes!! Yes!!! He's helpless!! Knight kneels next to the ladder on the mat. He looks through the ropes, assuming that he'll see Alf laying there unconscious....but nothing is there. Puzzled, he looks to the crowd and sees people looking upwards so he looks himself and sees Alf hanging precariously from the hole. His jaw drops slightly in surprise, but the surprise quickly turns to an evil smile. COLE Knight now sees Alf's predicament, and I don't like that smile. COACH What? He knows that he has this match won. Alf's too weak to climb to the top of the cell and a 15 foot fall is going to put him out of it for good. Knight drags the fallen ladder to the other side of the ring.....and hoes to the outside. CABOOSE What's he doing? Just climb the ladder and get the belt. Knight kneels down and lifts up the apron, digging underneath the ring until he comes up with what he was looking for...... ...a glass table. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" COACH YES! His secret weapon! COLE That's.....that's a glass table! What's he got it here for? CABOOSE He should be climbing for the belt! COACH He'll get to that. Knight slides the table in and rolls in after it, picking it up and walking to the middle of the ring. He kicks away a few loose broken lighttubes and unfolds the legs, setting the table up and looking up, making adjustments until the table is right underneath Alf. CABOOSE Oh my..... COACH Table for one. Knight looks up and lets out an evil laugh before he walks back over to the ladder and props it up to the left of the belt. Alf looks behind him and sees the ladder. He waves his feet at it, hoping to hook his legs around it, but all he hits is the belt which spins on it's hook. COLE Knight purposely put the ladder out of Alf's reach, and now he's climbing. COACH He's got it, Cole! The title is going back where it belongs! The crowd boos as Knight begins his climb. As he does so, Alf tries to pull himself up to the top of the cell and makes some progress, getting most of his torso onto the roof and leaving his legs dangling. Knight sees this and begins to climb a bit faster as he reaches the halfway point. COLE Alf's almost pulled himself up, but it may be too late. Knight is taller than Alf, so he doesn't have to climb as high to reach the belt. Knight climbs another rung as Alf swings one leg onto the roof. Knight reaches up, but he is still a bit short. Alf swings his other leg up onto the roof as Knight climbs one more rung, but he is still a bit short as he reaches and slaps at the title belt. CABOOSE Alf's on top of the cell! COACH And Knight's one more rung from glory. Knight climbs one more rung as Alf crawls along the roof around the hole to the left side where Knight is. Knight reaches for the belt and grabs the metal ring........ ....but Alf grabs his hair. "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COACH NO! COLE Alf's stopped the challenger for the time being, but he's still gotta fight him off. Knight nails Alf with a right which Alf returns. Another right from Knight is answered again by Alf. Right by Knight....... Right by Alf...... Right by Knight...... Right by Alf...... HARD right by Knight...... ANOTHER right by Knight...... COACH Knight's got him! Another right......but Alf gouges his eyes!! Alf grabs Knight's head and slams it into the steel bar that helps form the hole. And again!! COLE Knight's teetering on the ladder!! COACH NO!!! One more time into the steel.....and Knight falls down...... down...... down..... *CRASH* AND THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE!!!!@~!~!~!~!!~ "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" COLE and COACH OH MY GOD!!!! COACH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! "HO-LY SHIT!!!" "FUC-KIN' SWEET!!!" "HO-LY SHIT!!!" "FUC-KIN' SWEET!!!" "HO-LY SHIT!!!" "FUC-KIN' SWEET!!!" "HO-LY SHIT!!!" "FUC-KIN' SWEET!!!" "HO-LY SHIT!!!" "FUC-KIN' SWEET!!!" "HO-LY SHIT!!!" "FUC-KIN' SWEET!!!" CABOOSE I can't disagree with that sentiment. Alf looks down as Hebner checks on Knight as he convulses on the mat before he looks over to the belt. He sits on the edge of the hole and manages to get his feet onto the ladder. He climbs down a few rungs and makes sure he is steady before reaching over, grabbing the title belt......and ripping it off the hook. COLE It's OVER!!! Thank God, it's over. *DING DING DING* As Magnum Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat/Howling at the Moon plays again, Alf kisses the belt and cradles it in his arms as the door is unlocked and officials storm the ring to check on the challenger. COLE Let's get the official word. BUFFER LLadies and gentlemen, the winner of the match.....and STILL The One and Only Anglesault Thread Heavyweight Champion of the WORRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLD......AAAAAAAAAAAAAALFDOGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!! "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" The crowd in the Pepsi Center is on their feet not only cheering the winner, but the absolute insanity they just witnessed. Alf climbs down the ladder and into the arms of Earl Hebner, who takes his arm and raises it to the sea of flashbulbs from the fans. EMTs check on Knight and Alf walks over to look at him. Hebner tries to step in, but Alf waves him off, assuring him that he won't do anything. Alf looks at a bloody and unconscious Knight, over to the belt on his shoulder and back over to Knight before taking a deep breath and raising the belt in the air. COLE Peter Knight said that he was going to do anything to win this match, and there is no question that he did. However, Alfdogg showed that he has the heart of a champion. CABOOSE I swear guys, I've never seen an ending like that in my life. COACH Knight was so close......so goddamn close again. I give Alf his props, but Knight took him to the limit. Alf walks out the cell door and walks up the ramp backwards, still looking at the scene in the ring as a stretcher passes him on the ramp. He continues to walk up the rampway until reaching the top. There, he turns back towards the crowd and raises both arms into the air. "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Flashbulbs sparkle off the title belt and the bloody and battered champion as he soaks in the victory. COLE Alfdogg is just taking in the moment after what may have been the greatest victory of his career. We hope to have an update on Peter Knight's condition this Thursday night on HeldDOWN, but until then we thank everyone out there for tuning in to School's Out '06. For Jonathan Coachman and Caboose, I'm Michael Cole. GOODNIGHT from Denver!! Fade to black Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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