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[b]The [COLOR=red]Great[/COLOR] Angle [COLOR=blue]Bash[/COLOR]~!
[i]25th June, 2006[/i]
We're gonna powerplay a homerun through the defence zone of ACTION![/b]


COACH
So obviously wrote by an Englishman. Damn punks, can't be bothered to learn our language. They've gots some nerve yo, ya understands? Holla!

CABOOSE
Shouldn't it be 'written' by an Englishmen, not 'wrote'? More proof if proof were needed, we invented the language, you stole it and bastardised it.

COACH
Wait...you're English!?

CABOOSE
Bloody hell. Let's go to Michael Cole, a line which I'd never say if it weren't on my autocue.

We return to hard camera view and see Michael Cole standing in centre-ring, microphone in hand.

COLE
Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you, the OAOAST 2005 Rookie Of The Year... CHRISTIAN WRIGHT!!


*BREEEAAAK!*

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

"Tear Away" by Drowning Pool blasts out through the arena prompting the crowd to jeer and heckle, as they're prone to do when Christian Wright appears through the HeldDOWN~! sliding entrance doors. Without a hooded jacket to tear away, the plain clothed Wright simply strolls down the rampway with his nose turned figuratively up at the reception he's getting. Rolling into the ring, a similarly destain filled look greets Michael Cole, as Wright breezes past him and grabs another microphone from ringside. But before he even has chance to use it...

"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"

...the crowd begin to show their support for Wright's former bodyguard.

COACH
These people need to show some respect!

CABOOSE
They are, just not for your 'boi'.

Agitated with the crowd, Wright paces around the ring, as Cole raises the mic to his lips, hoping that'll restore some order. Of course, nobody respect Michael Cole so he's left to wait until the fans agree among themselves to quieten down.

COLE
Christian, you've been asked out here tonight by OAOAST officials to address the challenge that was made to you almost a month ago. Your former tag team partner Bohemoth laid the gauntlet down to you back at School's Out and as of yet, you haven't answered. And with The Great Angle Bash just three days away, you don't have much longer to stall for time.

WRIGHT
Michael Cole, just as one would suspect, your ignorance knows no boundaries! First and foremost, you refer to Bohemoth...

"YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAA...

WRIGHT
SILENCE!!

"...BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

WRIGHT
You refer to Bohemoth as my former 'tag team partner'. In that particular statement Michael Cole you are very much mistaken. Bohemoth was never my tag team partner. Due to his questionable wrestling accument, Bohemoth was classified solely as my [i]bodyguard[/i]! That was his official job description. Only via my common decency did Bohemoth ever progress to the status of professional wrestling, a fact which deserves reminder from yourself and your coadjutors.

COACH
What did he just call us?

CABOOSE
Beats me.

WRIGHT
Point number two that I take particular exception towards is the mere suggestion that I am 'stalling for time', purely because I have not seen fit to respond to intimidatory tactics. Because someone decided to incommode my air-time on The Body Shop, I am expected to placate him and his hostile tactics? I find that to be unjust. While Bohemoth's transgression has been well noted in the annals of my mind, I do not respond to threats. This wrestling arena should not be reflective of, as my more contemporary friends would say, 'da hood'.

Wright completes the last sentence with finger quotes, drawing eyebrow raising from even the nerdiest of nerds...who, co-incidently, is standing in the ring with him.

COACH
YAY! He meant me! I say that, I say that all the time!

WRIGHT
It may be very well for the uneducated, impoverish youngsters, weened on the crude telecasts of 'Music TeleVision', to confront someone within the confines of a darkened alleyway and threaten to bust some caps within them...but the majority of the real world does not and should not act in that manner! Bohemoth, my less fortunate friend, may have grown up with these immoral values. For him, they may be second nature. But, I personally refuse to be drawn in by them. If Bohemoth were to have proceeded through the proper channels, then maybe his challenge would have been met with more immediate response by myself.

COLE
So, you're saying you're NOT accepting Bohemoth's challenge?

"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"

Stopping to glare into the crowd, Wright dismisses their attempts to change his mind with a shake of the head.

WRIGHT
You realise Michael Cole, I expected just this kind of reception. For you see, for some incomprehensible reason these fickle, misguided people seem to...[i]respect[/i] Bohemoth.

"YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

WRIGHT
And yet...he has done NOTHING to EARN their respect as I have! It was I who fought the good fight to combat that putrid excuse for a human being, Leon Rodez!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

WRIGHT
I am a former holder of the prestigious HI-YAH Promotions Heavyweight Worlds Championship!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

WRIGHT
If not for this 'vaunted' Bohemoth, I may still be in possession of that very belt today. Indeed, it is fortunate that I hold one accolade he could not bungle from me...that being, the sobriquet of OAOAST 2005 Rookie Of The Year, as voted for by these very OAOAST patrons!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

How he got those votes isn't obvious from the reaction he's getting, but Wright doesn't seem to care.

COLE
I understand you're proud of that Christian, but we're really getting off of subject here. Are you accepting the challenge or not?

WRIGHT
And now [i]you[/i] see fit to hasten my decision making process? Michael Cole, I believe it is my human perogative to decide upon my own time period for renderring decisions. To have you, a corporate jobsworth, showing the impudence, the effrontery to press me such...to show this type of contemptuousness towards I, 2005 OAOAST Rookie Of The Year! It exasperates me so! I suggest you cease before I am compelled to cast you aside from my prese...


*BbwWbAhmotherfuckerLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!*

"YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

COACH
Oh crap.

The roaring sounds of "Liberate" by Disturbed bring a similar roar from the crowd as, much to the shock of The Natural, the sliding doors part and make way for The Meterosexual Monster~! Suited and booted as usual, Bohemoth strides stoicly down the aisle, sending CW into a panic in the ring as he leans out of the ring trying to call security from the crowd into the ring to protect him. Nobody comes to Christian's aid though, prompting him to flee from the ring as Bohemoth jogs up the steps.

COACH
See, this is what CDub was talking about! Maybe if somebody gave him some time to make a decision then he'd accept the challenge, but here everybody is hastling him for an answer...

CABOOSE
He's had five minutes to answer the challenge and all he's done is drone away about nothing.

COACH
He's just giving the people their money's worth.

CABOOSE
Nobody paid to come to HeldDOWN and hear Christian Wright talk, I can guarantee that.

Bohemoth glances out at Wright as he cowers at ringside, pressed up against the barricade incase he needs to make a sudden exit. Slowly pulling away his insanely expensive sunglasses, Bo holds a hand behind his back, not taking his eyes off of Wright for a second as he eventually gets the microphone from the slow on the uptake Michael Cole.

"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"

BOHEMOTH
Jesus do you love the sound of your voice or what?

Wright takes exception to the suggestion, as well as the whole 'taking names in vain' part of Bohemoth's insult.

BOHEMOTH
It's a real simple question. You and me, at the Bash...Yes or No? And if I don't get an answer, then we'll forget the Bash...and I'll just kick your ass tonight instead.

"YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

The crowd apparantly approve of Option B, if only because they won't have to pay extra to see it. Wright seems even more flustered now than before and looks to appease Bohemoth, holding up his hands in a show of peace as he begins to approach the ring and the microphone he had dropped in his frenzy to get out of the ring. Stoicly, Bohemoth watches on, patiently waiting for Wright to join him. Not seeing Michael Cole running for his life, as suddenly two bodies pile into the ring. From behind, Vincent "Whitey" Ford and Marcellus "One Eye" Wallace, the South Central Militia, pile into the ring and attack the Meterosexual Monster from his blindside, bringing a smirk to the face of The Natural!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

CABOOSE
What the hell Coachman?

COACH
I dunno...but I like it!

Ford and Wallace pound away on Bohemoth with wild forearms and punches across the back, the two street brawlers able to beat the trained bodyguard down. From the apron Wright directs traffic, yelling at the South Central Militia to "destroy him!", which they seem intent on doing.

"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"

COLE
(breathless)
This is a set-up! Damnit it was all a set-up!

CABOOSE
No kidding King Courage.

With Wright continuing to direct traffic, The SCM bring Bohemoth up to his feet and set him against the ropes. Ford slams a succession of knees to the gut while Wallace rains in some punches. Together the Militia then set Bohemoth up, sending him off the ropes with a double whip...and getting MOWN down with a double clothesline by The Meterosexual Monster!!

"YYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Bo has lost his trademark out of the ring cool now, storming across the ring towards Wright who jumps to the safety of the arena floor. In from behind rushes Marcellus Wallace again, but Bohemoth turns around in time to see him coming and drops a shoulder, backdropping "One Eye" over the top and to the floor, with a hard bump across the ring apron on the way for good measure. Bo then whips around and catches "Whitey" coming in, ducking low and drilling him with a Front Spinebuster!!

COLE
Bohemoth is running through the South Central Militia...


*CRACK!*

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

COLE
...OH, MY!

Caught up in his rage, Bohemoth doesn't see Christian Wright sneaking in and cracking him in the back of the head with one of the South Central Militia's billy clubs! Bohemoth collapses with a hand clasped to his head as The Natural throws the club away, grabbing one of the discarded microphones laying on the mat.

WRIGHT
Bohemoth, tonight I have proven beyond all reasonable doubt what I proclaimed weeks ago. Your physical demeanour may be impressive...but you lack the intelligence to pose a threat to myself. So, you wish to know if your challenge shall be accepted? Bohemoth, I shall be delighted to outsmart you once more for all to bear witness on Sunday night! And on that fateful June evening...the ends shall justify the means!!

Throwing down the microphone, Wright stands over the fallen Bohemoth with a smug look on his face

CABOOSE
So, did he accept the challenge?

COACH
I guess.

COLE
Christian Wright laid a trap for his former bodyguard and although the South Central Militia didn't quite get the job done, Wright had a back-up plan and he's laid Bohemoth out, just three days from The Great Angle Bash. And I tell you what, I wouldn't want to be Christian Wright when Bohemoth wakes up. Come Sunday night he's in line for some serious payback.

COACH
Phooey! CDub showed us all what'll happen at the Bash. He'll outsmart Bo, just like tonight.

COLE
It's officially on. Christian Wright vs. Bohemoth, former partners collide for the first time ever, live at The Great Angle Bash this Sunday night on Pay Per View!