KingPK 0 Report post Posted June 23, 2006 COLE We are three days away from the 5th anniversary of one of the OAOAST's marquee events, the Great Angle Bash and we make our last stop before Baltimore here in the capital of New York, Albany! Good evening everyone, Michael Cole here along with Caboose and The Coach and guys, we've got a lot of wrestlers in the back that want to make a statement going into the PPV this Sunday. COACH Things have been boiling over for a while this month on a lot of fronts, but scores should be settled this Sunday. COLE Coming up tonight on the show, two big tag team matches that include participants in some of the Bash's big matches. First, in 8-man tag action, The OAOAST World Tag Team champions, The Heavenly Rockers will team with D*LUX to take on the team that will challenge for those titles this Sunday, Team Heyross who will team up with the current HI-YAH Tag Team champions, The Beverly Hills Blondes. CABOOSE And in the other match, OAOAST World Champion Alfdogg teams with his good friend Thunderkid to take on TK's Bash opponent Tha Puerto Rican and the man who will challenge Alfdogg for the title, Reject. We should see quite a preview of this Sunday tonight. I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known... It's a popular song, but the athlete (if you can call him that) claiming it as his theme music is anything but. Bruce Blank appears on the entrance stage laughing evily as he twirls a chain connected to the dog collar around his neck. In the other hand is his prized equalizer, the barbed wire baseball bat that has come into play quite often in recent weeks. COLE We heard earlier in the week via OAOAST.com that Blank has laid out an open challenge for tonight, and I've got to wonder if that's wise, given the reputation he has with the boys in the locker room. COACH Don't take this the wrong way or nothin', Mikey Cole, but that's EXACTLY why he laid out a challenge like this. He knows there ain't no one that's gonna take it! COLE We don't know that. COACH Tied up by a dog collar with THAT MAN across the ring? No thanks, playa. I'm hopin', seriously, that no one takes this cat up on the challenge. CABOOSE Imagaine this, Cole...Coachman showing some concern for once. COACH Damn right I am...can't get paid if this dude kills everyone on the roster! COLE ...we should have known, 'boose. The rugged redneck circles ringside, with the fans booing him with all their hearts, as the Wildcard is responsible for some of the most heinous actions in OAOAST history. He starts coming over to Michael Buffer, who looks up in both awe and fright at the big man, and Blank slowly leans down, staring Buffer right in the eyes with an evil glare before laughing in his face and grabbing the microphone. COLE I think we just saw Michael Buffer suffer a heart attack on live television! Blank steps into the ring, the chain clanging against the metal steps when he does. He looks around, awfully happy for someone so hated by the fanbase, and then starts to speak. BLANK Allllllllllll righty now, I'm sure ya'll know why I'm out here, and for those of you who don't, well, lemme tell ya. See, for the last couple o' weeks, it seems everyone's all of a sudden got an opinion about The Wildcards. We're too violent, too hardcore, too this, too that...well it's funny how those words seem to cease when we're in the faces of everyone else. Now Sunday night, me and my boys are putting our titles on the line in our kind of match against those damn Hooligans...that is if Jamie O'Hara makes it outta here alive tonight since my brother, a bonafide SWF Superstar he is, Wayne Blank is here tonight to take care o' that scrawny little flea and get revenge for him showin' up where he didn't belong last week! CABOOSE Blank obviously referrring to them *ahem* competition's broadcast last week... BLANK Tonight, though...tonight I feel that I need me a warmup. I need a few warm bodies to turn cold, and really get my juices flowin' for Sunday's Ultimate Punishment match. So if anyone in the back room there is feelin' froggy, here's your chance to jump. I got an open contract for tonight, and any of ya'll man, woman, or child can take me up on it if you'd like. 'Course, you gotta have the other end of this here chain collared around your neck so that we can make it real intimate like, but that's neither here nor there. I realize that it's early, some of you might need to kick back some o' that liquid courage, call your families, and say your prayers, so as a man of reason I'll allow you that time. I'ma be back out here later tonight, ready to scrap, and I'll just say this...if no one takes me up on my offer, I'ma come back there and find one of ya'll myself to do it! Blank drops the mic in the ring and exits, leaving the crowd aghast at his nerve. Snickering all the way to the back, Blank pays no attention to the fans, not a care in the world despite being one of the most despised men spanning two different wrestling companies. COLE Bruce Blank has thrown down the gauntlet here tonight! Just days away from putting the OAOAST World Six Man Titles on the line in an Ultimate Punishment match with The Hooligans, which will see the rulebook thrown out the window and leather straps being used on each other, he has laid out an open challenge to anyone within the OAOAST! COACH That's ballsy when everyone wants his head on a platter, myself included! CABOOSE So you're gonna be the one to take him up on it? COACH HELLLLL no. COLE Apparently we'll find out a little while from now just who has decided to defend the OAOAST's honor, but until then, there's plenty of action to keep you occupied out there in TV land, so stick with us, we'll be right back! 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KingPK 0 Report post Posted June 23, 2006 The Great Angle Bash~! 25th June, 2006 We're gonna powerplay a homerun through the defence zone of ACTION! 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 bodyguard! 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...respect 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 you 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! And now, ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to show you an interview that Josh Matthews had with the challenger to the OAOAST Heartland title this Sunday, Otaku II. The camera shifts to a small room, with Otaku and Josh sitting acroos from each other. No frills or anything. Josh: So, Otaku, this Sunday, you'll finally have a chance to go one on one with the Heartland Champion, Brock Ausstin. Do you feel ready for the match? Otaku: Well.....I think I'm ready, Josh. I've been training full time ever since the doctors cleared me. I pinned him in the tag match..and I even eliminated him from the battle royale. Brock Ausstin is a tough, tough man, he's freakishly strong. Not everyone can break another man's rib. I cannot out slug him. Heck, I probably can't even lift him up for a vertical suplex. But I don't need to out slug him, or out suplex him. What I need to do is pick my spots, and tear the titan down. I'm not the strongest man in the world, nor am I the fastest, but what I do have is a fundamental understanding of how to weaken a man so that my submission holds take maximum toll on him. He knows how to wrestle on the mat, but he doesn't know much about leg locks or how to break them. I need to exloit that if I am to win. Josh: You mentioned Brock breaking your rib just a moment ago, how is it feeling? Otaku: It's feeling pretty good now. I'm still going to tape it up, to be safe, but the rib is almost completely healed. Josh: That's going to be important for Sunday. It's hard enough to kick out of the F Stunner 5 without bad ribs. Otaku: Tell me about it, Josh. I've been working with Mike Guerriero to try to work out the best way to counter it. Josh nods and asks: Anything else you want to tell the fans? Otaku: No, not really...just know I'll never give less than my best. Josh: Thanks for the time, Otaku. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted June 23, 2006 COLE Welcome back to the number one rated wrestling show in this time slot! CABOOSE Wow you’re really out on a limb with that comment there Cole. COACH Instead of dwelling on this incredibly lame hype job lets move on shall we? I’m pumped up about this match COLE Fine! *mumbles* I thought it was excellent" he then mumbles CABOOSE Last Friday two of OAOAST’s very own took it upon themselves to show the Wildcards that they’re not the only ones that can show up and cause shit COACH Yeah boi!! The Party Exchange went to "that place" and took on Bruce Blank and Bloodshed, we’d love to show you some footage of GPX kicking ass but the SWF won’t allow it but I tell you my boys stood tall. CABOOSE Even Jamie O’Hara who got some payback on Aftershock! MICHAEL COLE Ladies and Gentlemen, the following even it a special challenge "One Night Only" match set for one fall - introducing first from the SW BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! COACH Yeah that’s right boo the little bastard! COLE To be fair Wayne isn’t really one of the Wildcards, he’s Bruce’s brother, he’s his manager in the SWF but he is a trained wrestler. COACH That puts him on my shitlist Cole, if he sides with Bruce I don’t like him. Michael Buffer composes himself after the loud booing and jeering and then raises the microphone once more, then after a deep breath to get that trademark "Buffer boom" in his voice he . . . is promptly drowned out by the opening guitar riffs to "School’s Out" and the continued booing of more or less every fan in attendance tonight. Wayne Blank walks out onto the ramp and then stops for a moment with his hands on his hips as he looks around at the crowd with a disgusted look on his face signaling that he doesn’t quite want to be here. "Well we got no choice All the girls and boys Makin’ all that noise 'Cause they found new toys" Bruce steps out into the arena and accompanies Wayne as his little brother begins to make his way to the ring deflecting trash as it’s thrown at them and flipping off several people at ringside who hold up derogatory signs. "Well we can't salute ya Can't find a flag If that don't suit ya That's a drag" Wayne runs the last 10-15 feet to the ring, leaps up on the apron and then bounces over the top rope as the fire works go off. * BOOM!* BOOM!* BOOM!* BOOM!* BOOM!* BOOM!* The timing of the fireworks and Wayne’s agitated conspire to make a fool out of Wayne as he snags the tip of his foot on the top rope and instead of landing graciously like a swan he hits the mat like a sack of potatoes - a sack of badly coordinated potatoes no less. CABOOSE Oh lord what a moron "School's out for summer School's out forever School's been blown to pieces" Michael Buffer tries to contain his laughter as he can finally get a word in edgewise and reads from his cue card. MICHAEL BUFFER Introducing first, on the canvas in front of me. From Mobile Alabama, weighing in at 175 pounds and usually fighting at a blood alcohol content of 0.20 he’s the younger brother of Wildcarder Bruce, this is WAYNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE BLAAAAAAAAAAAAANK!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Wayne raises his arms once again, bouncing around the ring like a prize fighter, doing his best to put the accident behind him and get ready for the match as Bruce applauds him from ringside. MICHAEL BUFFER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND his opponent, weighing in at 170 sober pounds, from Brimingham, England - He’s a member of the Hooligans and founder of the Upstarts, "The Birmingham Bad Boy" JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMIE O’HARA!! "I'm a hustler, I'm a hustler homey I got the product, narcotics for customers homey Feins open they be smoking like a muffler homey niggas phoney so I only got a couple of homey" The curtains part and the Birmingham Bad Boy walks out onto the ramp to a more positive reaction than he usually gets, fighting the Wildcards seems to do that to people. O’Hara pushes the baseball cap back from his forehead to show the scar from the staple as he jaws at the camera and the fans and whomever else will listen to him. "If you a hustler I could, I could fuck wit you homey You spend a couple of bucks I stay in touch with you homey I get money I get 20 to K I got 20 strip although I'm 20 today" The Birmingham Bad Boy slides in under the bottom rope and then gets to his feet without taking his eyes off Wayne for a singe moment, Wayne may be smaller than Bruce, he may be a bit accident prone but he’s still a Blank and the Blanks are dirty cheating scum as far as Jamie is concerned. Wayne immediately lives up. . . or maybe lives DOWN to his reputation as he dives for Jamie’s legs hoping to take the Hooligan down before the match has even started. Wayne may be fast, but Jamie came prepared and simply sidesteps his charging opponent like he was a bullfighter and Wayne was a very small, very skinny bull. COACH OLE!! CABOOSE Man you’re such a walking cliché machine Wayne turns around, but instead of charging ahead once more he motions for Jamie to try and attack him instead and then strikes a weird karate-wannabe pose. Jamie paces and back and forth in front of Wayne before he approaches Wayne looking like he’s ready to lock up with his opponent, ready to get it on. Wayne doesn’t seem as eager to mix it up collar and elbow style as he rolls forward under the approaching O’Hara’s arms, then up to his feet again behind Jamie and then begins to celebrate like he won something. BRUCE BLANK EYES ON THE PRIZE WAYNE!! But Wayne has already seen the Birmingham Bad Boy and ducks under the attempted clothesline and then counters with a spin kick aimed straight at Jamie’s face the moment his foe turns around. Jamie deftly avoids the foot and replies with a swift drop kick of his own. A drop kick that Wayne Blank ducks out of by bending over backwards, bridging out like his name was Keanu and he had mastered the Matrix. COLE Damn he’s fast! COACH Jamie’s just as fast King! And Coach is right, proven by Jamie sweeping Wayne’s legs out from under him. With Wayne down Jamie launches into a series of kicks, each aimed straight at Wayne’s sternum, each of them hitting nothing but canvas as the lighting fast Wayne rolls out of the way of each and every blow. Only Jamie’s own lightning quick reflexes allows him to leap over Wayne’s legs as the younger Blank brother tries to sweep his legs. COLE Man a lot of wind but not much impact, these two lighting fast superstars just haven’t been able to get a hold of each other Jamie backs off his opponent, allowing Wayne to get back to his feet as the Birmingham Bad Boy backs off, thinking so little of his opponent that he willingly lets him back up. Wayne seems to repay O’Hara’s condescending way with a bit of cheating of his own as he casually extends two fingers and casually pokes Jamie in the eyes. With Jamie blinded Wayne has a free shot at the Birmingham Bad Boy, a shot he doesn’t hesitate to take as he leaps up and strikes Jamie square in the nose with a picture perfect standing drop kick. A drop kick so perfect that Wayne just HAS to follow it up with a bit of bragging after he rolls up onto his knees. COACH Yeah he’s somewhat talented, I’ll grant him that but he needs to lay off the showboating Spotting an opportunity Wayne grabs Jamie by the hair and the back of the trunks and then pushes him hard towards the ropes looking to toss him over the top rope apparently. Referee Izzy Slappowitch steps in between Wayne and the ropes and informs him in no uncertain terms that throwing an opponent is against the rules. With a growing sense of frustration Wayne pushes Jamie backwards, knocking him to the ground. Then he runs at the ropes, leaps up and balances on the top rope for just a second or so before flipping over backwards for a springboard Moonsault. *WHAM!!* "NOTHING BUT CANVAS!!" Mak states just in case the fans at home or in the arena did not see Jamie O’Hara roll out of the way of Wayne’s dive. Jamie quickly moves in on his downed opponent and wrings Wayne’s left arm into a hammerlock before flipping his own body over to add to the pull on Wayne’s arm as he snaps it backwards. A leg drop to the back of the head followed up by a knee planted right between Wayne’s shoulder blades keeps the momentum squarely in Jamie’s favor. After using his knee to press the wind out of Wayne Jamie slides forward and locks on a side headlock and squeezes the best he can, grinding the side of his forearm against Wayne’s temple. COLE Unusually slow start by the Birmingham Bad Boy tonight, once he saw an opening he’s slowed Wayne waaaaaaaaaaay down. CABOOSE Wayne is a speedster and Jamie just found out just how fast he is - he may even be faster than Jamie. COACH Hey no one is faster! But on the off chance that Wayne may be able to match O’Hara I think it’s a good strategy by my man Jamie. Jamie slowly rises back to his feet as Wayne fights to get out of the headlock by trying to push the Birmingham Bad Boy off him, then he adds a couple of elbows to Jamie’s ribs and tries once more to push his opponent off. Wayne manages to free himself and at the same time shoot Jamie into the ropes. Once the Birmingham Bad Boy rebounds Wayne deftly leapfrogs over him, then bends down expecting Jamie to do the same to him as he comes off the ropes. But the Birmingham Bad Boy changes tactics and rolls across Wayne’s back, hooking his arm for a lighting fast arm drag that sends Wayne skidding across the canvas. COACH Now we’re getting some speed! Much better than some headlock contest! The second Wayne drags himself to his feet in the corner Jamie launches another attack at Wayne, running from the opposite corner towards Wayne he leaps forward about half way across the ring, does a handstand back onto his feet and lets the momentum carry him straight into Wayne with a rock solid back elbow *POW!!* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! COACH That woke up the crowd Caboose CABOOSE Hell it woke up me too, this is more like it - I think he’s done feeling Wayne out here and is just turning up the speed. COLE You have to remember O’Hara just came off the disabled list too, the Wildcards put him out of action for like three weeks, he may have been taking it easy until he knew he was fine. Jamie raises his hand, motioning for the crowd to get up, get into it as he impatiently taps his foot on the ground, raring to go. Once Wayne is up on his knees Jamie turns up the speed once more as he leaps into the air for a flying forearm striking Wayne in the back of the head. ARRIBA!! Jamie doesn’t slow down for a moment as he grabs his opponent by the hand and the shirt and whips him into the corner. Then he raises a hand in the air with a finger extended obviously signaling for something big. As Jamie leaps into the air for some sort of splash attack Wayne uses the Birmingham Bad Boy’s own momentum against him as he manages to backdrop his opponent up and OVER THE RINGPOST!! HOLY SHIT!! Only to see Jamie O’Hara use his amazing agility to manage to land on his feet outside the ring only a few feet from Bruce. Bruce knows the referee is watching his every move and keeps his distance. HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! But his joy is short lived as Wayne leaps up on the top rope and then steps onto the top of the ring post before leaping off onto Jamie *WHUD!!* HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! The drop kick strikes the Birmingham Bad Boy square in the chest knocking him 5-6 feet up the aisle. ONE!! Wayne follows up the drop kick to the chest with a couple of well placed kicks also aimed at Jamie’s chest TWO!! Jamie tries his best to defend himself by putting his arms up to protect his chest, but the moment he does that Wayne drops a knee instead THREE!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUHHHH!!! A knee drop to a very sensitive area. FOUR!! Wayne looks around, then leaps up on the edge of the guardrail and balances there for a moment with a huge smile on his face FIVE!! Before landing a diving elbow drop to Jamie’s chest. SIX!! With the blood rushing and his heart pounding and the fans chanting and booing Wayne is so consumed in the match that he doesn’t even pay attention to the count, instead he walks further down the aisle. SEVEN!! He stops a good 15 - 20 feet from Jamie and then motions for him to get up, a request that Jamie takes although not because Wayne wanted it. EIGHT!! Once Jamie is almost up on his feet Wayne starts to run full speed straight for Jamie. NINE!! The Birmingham Bad Boy turns around only to be struck with super stiff elbow straight to the chest with so much force that it knocks both Jamie and Wayne down. When the referee shouts out "nine" Wayne looks up in equal parts surprise and anger. But his fear of being counted out is quickly alleviated as Bruce gets up on the apron and distracts the referee for a moment before starting the count over again as the rules specify. ONE!! Wayne’s anger turns to a smile as he gives his brother a nod of approval for interrupting the count TWO!! COACH Come on man he would have been counted out if Bruce hadn’t stopped the count! This is bullshit COLE Yeah but would have caused O’Hara to be counted out too Coach. THREEE!! Right before the referee raises 4 fingers in the air Wayne grabs Jamie and rolls him into the ring, keeping his upper body under the ropes straddling the edge of the ring while chest down. The younger Blank then proceeds to climb up the ropes and leaps off towards Jamie. *POW!!* The flying stomp hits nothing but canvas as the Birmingham Bad Boy shifts his body a foot or two to the side to avoid Wayne’s boot. Wayne isn’t deterred by the miss and swiftly hops over the top rope into the ring where Jamie is getting back to his feet. The two cruiserweights lock up in a collar and elbow tie up as they both begin to jockey for the better position. Jamie O’Hara knows full well how to make the opponent work FOR you, which he demonstrates by letting Wayne’s own momentum carry him into the corner. *CHOP!!!* OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWW!!! COACH Come on now get with the program fans!! *CHOP!!* WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! COACH Alright closer, but still not quite right *CHOP!!* WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! COACH By George I think they got it! The crowd "WOOOO’s" along with the chops. Jamie speeds up his chops and lets a series of knife edges rain down on Wayne’s chest and the side of his neck so fast that the wooooo can’t keep up. *CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP* Each of the chops doesn’t have the impact of the slow, much more deliberate, deep impact chops but the speed of which they follow each other and the number of chops more than makes up for it as Jamie goes chop crazy in the corner * CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP* CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP* - Catches breath - *CHOP*CHOP* CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP*CHOP* - *CHOP!* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! After an undisclosed number of short, sharp chops to the chest Jamie whips the younger Blank Brother towards the opposite corner as the crowd starts to really get behind the Birmingham Bad Boy in this match. Instead of slamming up against the turnbuckles like conventional wrestling wisdom would dictate Wayne uses his forward momentum to flip up onto the top ropes, doing a handstand on the top rope with his head resting on the turnbuckle pad. CABOOSE What the hell? COACH He’s upside down on the top rope? Did he get a blood transfusion from a Luchador? Jamie doesn’t quite know what to think either as Wayne just keeps standing there, upside down on the top rope body stretched straight up in the air. After contemplating the situation for a moment Jamie tries to attack Wayne as he’s perched in the highly unusual position, only to run into a boot as Wayne bends his legs down to block the running attack. When Jamie tries to attack a second time Wayne drops his feet down on Jamie’s shoulders looking to head scissor the Birmingham Bad Boy down. With some fast moves and some even faster thinking Jamie pulls backwards on Wayne, yanking him off the turnbuckle and dropping him face first on the canvas. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! Wayne’s nose is obviously hurting but the Younger Blank brother has a whole other load of hurting to worry about 3 seconds later as Jamie knocks the small weasely man out of the ring with a super stiff Super kick kick the second Wayne is back on his feet. *POW!!* Jamie stomps his feet, pumping his fist along with it trying to get the crowd behind him big time as he chants F*CK YOU BLANK!! F*CK YOU BLANK!! The crowd comes alive as Jamie bounces off the ropes on the opposite side and then comes blasting straight at Wayne Blank, leaping THROUGH the ropes head first as he strikes Wayne in the chest knocking Blank back against the guardrail with enough force to push them backwards 2-3 feet. F*CK YOU BLANK!! F*CK YOU BLANK!! F*CK YOU BLANK!! The Birmingham Bad Boy clutches his neck as he staggers back to his feet, the suicide torpedo dive obviously hurt his neck, although he tries his best to not let it slow him down too much. Knowing full well that he has a 10 count to work with Jamie takes a moment before he gets back up on the apron and then begins to climb the ropes YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! COLE You wouldn’t know that this small, skinny, lighting fast guy was related to a big bruiser like Bruce - hell he’s almost making me forget he’s fighting for the Wildcards tonight COACH Yeah I knew you’d be the first one to turn to the other side Cole, I’m watching you. Once he’s in position Jamie leaps forward twisting his body into a 450 knee drop that strikes Wayne square in the mid section HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! CABOOSE Holy shit!! Off the top rope to the damn floor!! With more or less the entire arena behind him after THAT display Jamie rides a wave of adrenaline as he grabs Wayne by the hair and the shirt and rolls him back inside the ring. Wayne rolls over on his stomach in the ring and curls up in a fetal position while Jamie is still on the floor flipping off Bruce Blank with a wide grin. COACH Get back on the offence J! Don’t let the little prick recover. O’Hara slides back inside the ring and then he grabs Wayne by the hair, pulling his opponent to his feet. Once Wayne is upright O’Hara winds up to throw a punch at his opponent but is distracted as Bruce reaches in and slaps O’Hara on the leg, not enough to hurt him but enough to distract him. Taking advantage of a momentary loss of focus on Jamie’s part Wayne spins around on the spot and then clotheslines not only Jamie but also himself over the top rope as the momentum carries both Wayne and the Birmingham Bad Boy over. Wayne manages to hold on to the ropes while Jamie tumbles forward onto the ringside mat with a hollow thud. CABOOSE Man Wayne must have picked that one up when he was in Japan - no one else does lariats quite like that! COACH If he had tried that against a bigger guy like say Faqu he would have ended up bouncing off though, he’s just not big enough. Wayne quickly sneaks back inside the ring and then waits by the opposite side ropes as Jamie crawls up on the apron once more. With a quick bounce against the ropes Wayne builds up speed for another attack on Jamie, but the moment he’s ready to leap over the top rope at Jamie the Birmingham Bad Boy bends down and thrusts his shoulders through the middle and top rope, driving it straight into Wayne’s midsection. COACH Beautiful! Jamie is really thinking on his feet here CABOOSE I guess that beats thinking WITH his feet Jamie grabs the top rope and then uses the tension to propel himself up and over the top of Wayne Blank into a sunset flip. Wayne fights against Jamie’s momentum as the Birmingham Bad Boy tries to pull him down into a roll up and ends up putting his hands on the top rope to stop the roll up and swiftly sitting down on Jamie’s chest. The referee is too focused on Jamie’s shoulders to notice that Wayne’s hands are still on the ropes as he begins his count ONE!! COACH HAND ON THE ROPES!! HAND ON THE ROOOOOPES! TWO!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! THR-"HEY GET THOSE OFF THERE!!" At the last moment the referee looks up and spots the hands on the rope immediately breaking the hold and ordering Wayne to let go of the ropes. When the younger Blank brother doesn’t immediately follow his instructions the referee kicks Wayne’s hands off the ropes, with the result that Jamie is able to roll the surprised Wayne Blank up in the originally intended sunset flip roll up. ONE!! COLE Come on now the referee kicked him!! COACH Oh shut up you SWF turncoat COLE I’m just saying. . . oh nevermind TWO!! TH-KICKOUT!! Wayne manages to flip his entire body forward so that he ends up sitting on Jamie’s chest with the legs hooked under his arms. ONE!! Wayne leans forward even more putting pressure on Jamie’s back but also to give him the opportunity to hold on to the top rope. TWO!! THREE!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! COACH No!! No! No! the referee waved it off, he did NOT count to three there!" BRUCE BLANK That was three! That was THREE!! But it wasn’t and Wayne knows it so instead of bitching about it he uses his speed and agility to keep Jamie under wraps and on the ground as he twists around Jamie and leg scissors the Birmingham Bad Boy from behind. Wayne isn’t looking for a submission with the leg scissors around Jamie’s waist, instead he starts to roll to the ring, twisting Jamie along with him as he goes, first over onto his stomach as Jamie is twisted round onto his back, then over again 3 - 4 more times as he rolls around in a circular motion with Jamie trapped and dragged along for the ride. Finally he stops, on his stomach with Jamie shoulders down against the mat, Wayne presses upwards as he locks the leg scissors on harder to try and keep Jamie on the ground ONE!! COACH What the HELL is that? CABOOSE Oh Coach - Coach, Coach, Coach now that’s OLD SCHOOL TWO!! CABOOSE Straight out of the Kevin Von Erich playbook THR-KICKOUT!! Apparently Jamie never attended the "old school" because he kicks out of the leg scissors at the last split second denying Wayne a victory with the move that had won Kevin Von Erich so many matches. A frustrated Blank pounds the mat while yelling obscenities at Jamie O’Hara but then decides to channel his frustrations into his work instead and quickly climbs up the turnbuckle behind Jamie. COLE I smell the end coming COACH Really what kind of fragrance does the end have? Once Jamie is back on his feet Wayne gets that extra little bounce he needs and flips off the top rope in a picture perfect Moonsault looking to DDT Jamie and security victory once more. Just one problem with DDT’ing Jamie to the ground - he’s not where Wayne expected him to be, he ducked out of the way at the last moment leaving Wayne to hit the canvas with full force *THUD!!* The crowd explodes as Jamie swiftly grabs Wayne by the hair, dragging him back to his feet, getting himself in the perfect position to double chickenwing Wayne from behind YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! COACH OH YEAH HE’S GOING DOWN NOW!! Jamie hooks his hands together to ensure that Wayne isn’t going to weasel out of the move. The Birmingham Bad Boy plants his legs firmly on the ground and then lifts the 175 pounder up in the air for a tiger suplex move. Unfortunately for Jamie he’s too close to the ropes and in executing the toss and twist he ends up against the ropes forcing him to release his hands and dropping Wayne feet first on the apron. CABOOSE Once again Coach speaks too soon. . . don’t you ever get tired of it? COACH Shut up! The gloating is quickly squashed though as Jamie unleashes a roaring elbow that knocks Wayne off the apron, sending him ass over elbow to the floor for his troubles. The crowd has slowly been coming around for the actions of Jamie O’Hara through out the match and are now on their feet, cheering and stomping as Jamie O’Hara climbs the ropes. COACH The Birmingham Bad Boy is about to take flight! I’ll bet you anything he’s going to curbstomp someone! The second Jamie’s feet make contact with the ropes Wayne leaps up on the apron and in desperation shakes the top rope. CABOOSE No he’s not! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Eying an opening Wayne quickly springboards up on the ropes, grabs Jamie around the neck in a Diamondcutter position and then leaps off for a top rope "Unlucky 13". *BANG!!* In a quick turn of events Jamie manages to hook his legs around the ropes, keeping himself in position while Wayne flies off him, crashing to the canvas in a heap. COLE These guys are so fast it’s almost impossible to keep up! The Birmingham Bad Boy gets up on the top rope and then leaps off while twisting for a shooting star press COACH DA BLING THING!! Jamie catches Wayne right across the chest with the Shooting Star Legdrop then he hooks Wayne’s leg and fall backwards on top of Wayne for the cover. ONE!! TWO!! *WHACK!!* *DING!*DING!*DING!*DING!*DING!*DING!*DING!* Bruce has entered the ring with a steel chair and smacked Jamie O’Hara over the back of the head just a split second before the referee’s hand could touch the canvas for a third time thus drawing the DQ but also allowing him to get a free shot in at the Birmingham Bad Boy COACH SON OF A *BEEP!* WHAT IS THIS *BEEP!* DOING IN THE *BEEP!* RING? SOMEONE *BEEP!* HIM UP, JUST *BEEP!* HIM UP RIGHT *BEEP!* NOW! Bruce grips the chair once more and then nails Jamie across the back with it with deadly intentions. The second the chair made contact with Jamie O’Hara GPX must have bolted from their locker room since both Jax and Static are seen sprinting down the aisle to save their team mate. CABOOSE One of them should have been out there from the beginning, I mean Bruce was at ringside for the entire match one of these guys should have been as well COACH They’re here now, that’s all that matters. When Bruce sees GPX come running down the aisle he casually exits the ring while holding the chair in one hand, then when Static and Jax slide under the bottom rope to check on their fellow Hooligan Bruce just reaches in and pulls his unconscious brother out of the ring and slings him over the shoulder. BRUCE BLANK You think this matters? All that matters is that once again the Hooligans are hurting and we’re the ones that inflicted the pain! Just like it’ll be this Sunday when we put all three of them away for good! If Coach had been a braver man he would have probably leapt over the announcers table and attacked Bruce but well. . . he’s a coward so Coach remains in his seat and just complains loudly while Bruce walks to the back. COACH Come on guys, get him! CABOOSE They’re checking on O’Hara Coach, isn’t it more important that he’s okay for Sunday than GPX getting in a few cheap shots at Bruce? COACH Oh they’ll get in more than a few shots on Sunday Boosey, and they won’t be cheap either!! Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted June 23, 2006 This Sunday.... The Great Angle Bash 2006 Featuring: - Alfdogg vs. Reject in a 2/3 Falls match for the OAOAST Heavyweight Championship! - The Wildcards vs. The Hooligans in an "Ultimate Punishment" match for the Six-Man Tag Titles! - Otaku II vs. Brock Ausstin for the Heartland Title! - Both the OAOAST and HI-YAH Tag Team titles on the line! - The RETURN of Peter Knight! - And MUCH more! See it ONLY on Pay-Per-View!! COLE Welcome back to Albany and HeldDOWN, everyone. We've got a stacked card for the Bash this Sunday, but that's not the only big event taking place on the OAOAST calendar soon. On the Fourth of July, the OAOAST presents a special card LIVE from Madison Square Garden in New York City....BATTLEBOWL! Thirty-two of the top OAOAST stars will be paired off into tag teams for EIGHT big tag matches with the winners of those matches advancing to a 16-man battle royal at the end of the night. The winner of that match will receive a OAOAST World Title shot at AngleSlam. If you remember, Hoff won this last year and went on to win the title over Axel. CABOOSE And then he took his ball and went home. COACH 'Boose, let it go already. COLE Moving on, the OAOAST is proud to announce that we have signed yet another former-SWF star.... CABOOSE Guess he was tired of his paycheques saying "Do not cash until 2009". COLE Oh, stop it. OH MY GOD! INCREDIBLE SUPERSTAR! The audience begins to boo as "Baseline" by Quarashi hits the speakers, clearly making their opinions clear about the man who steps onto the stage. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the newest member of the OAOAST... LOOOONGDOGGER PEEEEEEETE! Longdogger Pete, dressed in a black leather jacket over a solid black T-shirt, makes his way down the ramp toward the ring, trying his best to ignore the hostile crowd reaction. The veteran wrestler, newly imported from the Smarks Wrestling Federation, climbs into the ring and accepts the microphone from Michael Buffer. He waits a moment, pausing so the audience can die down, but the jeers get louder instead, and Pete finds himself having to talk over the audience for his first few words. PETE Well, this isn't quite the reaction I was hoping for, but it doesn't matter. ARE YOU READY FOR THE LONGDOGGAAAAAAH! More booing from the decidedly anti-Pete audience. COLE They don't seem too happy to see the new arrival. CABOOSE Of course not. He's from the SWF - our track record with wrestlers from that league hasn't been that great lately. PETE And for those of you who think I'm going to be the next Bruce Blank or Bloodshed, you can forget it. I've joined the OAOAST for two reasons and two reasons only: first, to become, once again, a champion in this bid'ness; and second, no matter how long it takes, to earn the respect of each and every one of you! COACH Pete wants to earn our respect? Maybe he should go back where he came from! COLE Too late for that - his SWF contract has been terminated! PETE So it comes to this. This Sunday at the Great Angle Bash, the Miami Menace will be back in action in his first match for the OAOAST. I intend on winning that match and making a name for myself here. And from there, it's on my way to the top! No more distractions, no more games. This Sunday, the Doggah is back in the house! Yet another round of booing as "Baseline" kicks up again and Pete puts the microphone down and starts toward the back. COLE Well, there you have it, folks! This Sunday at the Great Angle Bash, 17-year wrestling veteran Longdogger Pete will make his OAOAST in-ring debut! Who will his opponent be and will he earn the respect of these fans? COACH And can he possibly lose any more hair? CABOOSE We'll be right back. ..... CABOOSE See? * DING * DING * DING * CUE: "Call Me" BUFFER Wrestling fans, the following contest is 8-man tag team mayhem! Introducing first...managed by Rick Heyross and weighing in tonight at a total combined weight of 475 pounds... QUENTIN BENJAMIN and CHARLIE MOSS... TEAM HEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYRRRRRRROSSSSSSSSSSSS! Their partners...from Beverly Hills, California, the HI-YAH World tag team champions... MACKENZIE DECENZO presents SIMON SINGLETON and NED BLANCHARD... THE BEVERLY HILLS BLLLLLLOOOONDSSSSSSSSS! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Deborah Harry's vocals booming through the loud speakers, Rick Heyross and Mackenzie DeCenzo walk the red carpet arm-in-arm. We follow the pair ringside, Heyross on the verge of shattering the world record for biggest shit-eating grin as he beams with pride knowing he's the envy of men all over the world. Behind them are the Beverly Hills Blonds and Team Heyross, neither of whom very popular with the live crowd. Looking like total bad asses in their windbreaker jackets and pants, Team Heyross power-walk to the ring with their heads down like a prize fighter ready for battle. The Blonds on the other hand are more exuberant, jawing with ringsiders and snapping the clapboard in front of fans' faces to 'cut' anti-Blonds comments. COLE A rude reception for possibily the greatest 8-man combo our sport has ever seen in Team Heyross and the Beverly Hills Blonds. History in the making as well. Tonight will mark the first time both the OAOAST and HI-YAH Tag Team Champions have wrestled against each other. It wasn't until recently that the HI-YAH Tag Team Championship was officially recognized as a World title. Fans who follow the sport online know the whole story, which is too long to tell on the air. But if you call the Hot Newz line tonight "Mean" Gene Okerlund will have the full story. The number is 1-900-555-4OAO. That's 1-900-555-4626. Kids, please be sure to have your parents permission before calling. And coming up Sunday night at the 5th annunal Great Angle Bash, the Heavenly Rockers defend the OAOAST World tag team title against Team Heyross. COACH You know, The Coach is apart of the Hot Newz team and Saturday night I will have exclusive news on the upcoming wedding of Logan Mann and Holly-Wood. COLE Really? That's quite the scoope, Coach. COACH You better believe it, baby boy. I'll tell you where they're registered and all that insider information you won't see anywhere else. You won't see it on Entertainment Tonight. You won't see it on Access Hollywood. Only on the Hot Newz line. So give The Coach a HOLLA~! Hot Newz on Saturday and a hot match that's gonna be off the charts coming up next. Two future hall of fame tag teams against the American Idol rejects. Team Heyross and the Beverly Hills Blonds are in the process of handing over their entrance attire to the ringboy when... "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!" ...A1's "First to Believe" hits. Jade Rodez once again leading "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant and "Showtime" Shayne Brave out onto the stage, the two pop idol hopefuls flapping open their plain ol' denim jackets to flaunt their ripe twenty-something abs. In a gesture some would say Jade knows a thing or two about, the guys sandwhich her, the threesome striking a triumphant pose before Jade motions her men to the ring. BUFFER Their opponents, first...accompanied to the ring by JADE RODEZ, at a total combine weight of 397 pounds... "TREMENDOUS" TYLER BRYANT, "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE BRAVE... D*LLLLLUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXX!!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Listen to the ovation for the former HI-YAH tag team champions. The band back together again after "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant won Jade's freedom from Ned Blanchard, defeating "The Handsome Hustler" in a lumberjack match last week on HeldDOWN~! COACH As the ladies all know, the Ned Man has plently of lumber in the trunks, but Tyler Bryant sure doesn't. I'm embarrassed by the lack of outcry from the wrestling community after Ned was...well, after he was basically raped last week... COLE & CABOOSE COACH (CONT'D) ... Yeah, I said it. Ned got raped in that match, fellas. In fact, I got the video to prove it. What he thought was a lumberjack match ended up turning into a handicap match. Pimps in the truck, roll that footage. LAST WEEK Slingshotting into the ring beside his partner, Shayne waits on Ned to come in and lands a quick boot to the gut. Shayne then shakes Tyler back to life and with Simon Singleton now protesting to Robinson about double-teaming but still just distracting him, D*LUX team up and land the double gutbuster... COLE The Cowell Movement... *SMACK!* *SMACK!* ...AND A DOUBLE SUPERKICK!! With Ned collapsing slowly to the canvas, Shayne rushes across the ring and dropkicks Simon off the apron before rolling out himself, dragging a gleeful Jade away from Mackenzie by the arm as in the ring, Robinson makes the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!! Tyler rolls from the ring as Jade leaps into Shayne's arms, ecstatic that her gamble paid off. Rushing over, Tyler joins the happy teen dogpile as Mackenzie stands stunned across the ring, mouth agape, unable to comprehend how everything went so royally wrong. COACH If a picture is worth a thousand words, then a video is worth a million. What do you guys have to say about that? CABOOSE You're right. COACH Thank you, 'Boosey. You've always been one to call it like you see it, unlike our broadcast colleague. COLE With the whole Wildcards/Hooligans/Zack Malibu situation and The Untouchables trying to seize total control, it's been nothing short of anarchy lately in the OAOAST. Besides, I don't know too many people who are sheding tears for Ned Blanchard. The man is a selfish asshole who deserves everything he gets. Yeah, I can lay it down too. Though D*LUX one-up the Blonds last week, Simon and Ned remind Shayne and Tyler who the HI-YAH Tag Team Champions are, dangling the belts in the faces of their opponents Sunday night at the Great Angle Bash. Two can play that game say D*LUX, pointing to Jade Rodez as she bends over and caresses her buttocks. The temperature in the Pespi Arena rising a few degrees as Jade blows her former master (!) a kiss... "AWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" JADE ...and SPANKS her ass! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JADE (to Ned) NED COLE You go, girlfriend. The bottom rope pays for that piece of ownage, kicked in disgust by the Handsome Hustler who has to be restrained by his teammates. In a bit reminiscent of the Bugs Bunny/Daffy Duck cartoons of old where the two icons would bicker over whether it's Rabbit Season or Duck Season, D*LUX and the Blonds dare the other to make the first move. So it's no surprise when D*LUX attempt to use reverse psychology on their foes. And if not for the brains of Mackenzie DeCenzo and Rick Heyross, it might've worked. But the pre-match shenanigans take a backseat to the sound of Nirvana's "Heart-Shaped Box". BUFFER And their partners... from Sin City, Las Vegas Nevada, the greatest rock 'n' wrestling band of all-time and the reigning One & Only Anglesault Threat tag team champions of the wooooooorld... THE HEAVENLY RRRRROOOOOOOOCKERRRRRSSSSS! The roar of the crowd is ampified as Sin City's favorite sons appear onstage, acknowledging the crowd and their partners. Arena security earn their pay tonight, having to fend off female admirers wanting to ravage the greatest rock 'n' wrestling band of all-time. Greeted with smiles and high-fives from D*LUX, the 4 man combination labeled by fans "Rock 'N Pop" remove their leather and denmi jackets respectively, then slide into the ring and introduce their FISTS to the faces of Team Heyross and the Beverly Hills Blonds! "ROCK 'N POP!" "ROCK 'N POP!" "ROCK 'N POP!" Team Heyross and the Blonds bail to the floor. Rick Heyross covers his ears, pacing ringside while Mackenzie DeCenzo berates senior official Earl Hebner. Her call for an immediate disqualification denied as Hebner explains the bell had yet to ring, prompting Rick Heyross to... * DING DING DING * ...ring the bell himself in contempt. Earl threatens to eject Heyross from ringside if he doesn't cool it, pointing to the stripes on his shirt to let Rick know he's the one in charge. COACH This is what I hate about professional sports, there's always that one referee who wants the game/match to about himself. Just enforce the rules and stay out of the way. COLE That's what Earl Hebner is doing, Coach. He's enforcing the rules. COACH Hebner's making new rules not enforcing them. * DING DING DING * Now the bell is officially rung. Everyone anxious to get the match going. Besides the monitor of your computer, the best seat in the house is ringside where Mackenzie DeCenzo watches from her director's chair. Rick Heyross prefering a closer seat to the action, leaning forward on the apron. The two speedesters from each team start. Simon Singleton grabbing a wristlock out of a collar-and-elbow tie-up, wringing the arm of "Showtime" Shayne Brave. Shayne rolls through and kips up, reversing the armbar of Singleton's. Brave is scooped up but floats over, placing Simon in a hammerlock. Singleton looking to sneak in a back elbow, Shayne bopping his head side to side to prevent a clear shot. His legs too far apart for a single-leg takedown, Simon reaches back and springs in the air, snapmaring Brave over. Shayne goes right back at Simon, who leapfrogs over the top and rolls back looking for a monkeyflip...but Shayne lands on his feet and dropkicks a seated Simon Singleton in the face! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Simon lunges at Shayne, his agression getting the better of him as he's taken over with a side headlock. Pressed up against the torso of Singleton, Shayne grabs hold of the wrist and brings Simon up in an armbar, pulling him to the corner and tagging his partner Tyler. Double arm-wringer by D*LUX, the dynamic duo putting a grimace on the usually smiling face of Simon Singleton with a thunderous knife-edge chop that puts him flat on his back. Shayne and Tyler catch the heels napping again, rolling over to the corner and stunning Ned and Team Heyross with stereo right hands. Earl Hebner escorts Shanye out of the ring, and like any good heel Simon takes advantage of the situation, raking Tyler's eyes behind the referee's back! A handful of hair in his possession, Simon brings Tyler over to the Beverly Hills Blonds/Team Heyross corner, where Ned awaits with his foot on the top rope. And face-first into the boot goes Ty... NO! Bryant puts the brakes on and sends Simon crashing face-first into Ned's boot! Ned tags in as Simon falls to the side, his target: Tremendous Tyler. The Handsome Hustler isn't given the VIP treatment he's accustomed to wherever he goes, brought to the mat with an armdrag. Ned escapes an ambar with a knee to the midsection, rocking the pop wannabe with a roundhouse right before shooting him off to the ropes. Blanchard swings through a clothesline, Tyler going under as Earl Hebner claps his hands to signal a tag. Tyler stands behind Ned with his fist cocked. Completely unaware a blind tag has been made, Ned turns his back away, shielding his face...and bumps into "Showtime" Shayne Brave! Ned hurries around and is scooped up on Tyler's shoulders, Shayne snapping off a swinging neckbreaker to ROCK YOUR BODY! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! No matter the tag format D*LUX stick with their bread and butter -- quick tags. A loud pop going up through the Pepsi Arena as Logan Mann is tagged in for the first time tonight. Mann scales the turnbuckles and greets his old buddy Ned Blanchard with a double-axehandle smash to the face! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Face-first into the top turnbuckle goes the Handsome Hustler. Ned has no place to go as he's trapped in the corner, his face and midsection peppered with sharpe left jabs. Logan sends the crowd into a frenzy as he tries to GOUGE Ned's eyes out! Mackenzie screaming for Earl Hebner to intervene. Irish whip to the far corner, Ned bouncing off the turnbuckles and into a backdrop. Logan nails Ned on the way up with a back elbow. Ned again is sent off to the ropes, but this time Team Heyross are there to grab hold of the Handsome Hustler. Staggering around like a drunk old man Ned hugs Quentin and Charlie, thanking them for saving him a further ass-kicking. Their reward, a tag to Charlie Moss. COLE Here we go. The next time these two will meet again will be this Sunday night at the Great Angle Bash for the World tag team championship. COACH Charlie Moss is gonna take Logan to school. Mann and Moss lockup, and just like that Logan finds himself on the mat following a waistlock takedown. Charlie spinning around Logan's body, paintbrushing him as he gets up. The smirk on Charlie's face says it all. In case Logan doesn't realize what just happened, Rick Heyross reminds him, rubbing the takedown in his face. Logan wants another go at it, asking Charlie to lock back up. They do. And Logan kicks Moss in the gut! COACH That's not a wrestling move! And he kicked him with the point of the boot...to boot. CABOOSE Whatever you want to call it, Coach, it worked. The Heavenly Rockers not afraid to bend the rulebook a bit themselves. COACH Charlie never broke the rulebook. It was a clean takedown. Rick Heyross is fuming outside, chastising both Logan and the referee for the kick. 3 left jabs and a bionic elbow later, Logan rams Charlie into the knee of Synth. And in comes the Synthmeister. Synth mocks the amatuer wrestling ability of Team Heyross, bringing Charlie down to the mat with a fireman's carry, and drops an elbow before making the cover. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Charlie is introduced to the turnbuckle. Synth climbs up to the middle rope and... 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... ...drives the fists into the forehead of Moss before leaping off and nailing Quentin Benjamin, who came running from the apron, with a clothesline. Synth turns... SUPERKI-- NO! Synth catches the leg and takes Charlie for a spin, hitting him with a swinging neckbreaker! Synth off the turnbuckles with his patented second rope elbow drop! ONE... TWO... TH-- NO! Benjamin with the save. Synth smartly bringing Moss with him to the corner, tagging Tremendous Tyler. First, a duet. Synth and Tyler nailing Charlie with double back elbows. Tyler climbs to the top, timing his leap and...gets caught in midair! Moss drives Bryant into the Team Heyross/Blonds corner, where the 3 individuals out on the apron assault Tyler while Charlie distracts the referee. COLE Oh, come on. Enough of the dirty tricks. Look at what's happening behind you, Earl. Tyler turns the tables on Quentin and the Blonds, putting them on their heels as he fights out of the corner. Charlie slams into Tyler, sending him sternum-first into the turnbuckles after driving the knee into the spine of the back. Moss scoopes Tyler up for a back suplex, seemingly holding him in suspended animation as Quentin Benjamin uses the top rope as a spingboard to deliver a clothesline while Charlie falls back to the canvas with Bryant! Benjamin, now the legal man, with the cover. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Quentin sends Tyler into the corner, charging in and nearly tearing Bryant's head off his shoulders with a spinning heel kick! Benjamin snapmares Tyler to the center of the ring, coming off the far side with a series of quick legdrops. Team Heyross show off more of their double-team arsenal, whipping Tyler to the ropes and decking him with a double dropkick! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Tyler is brought up to his feet, and sent reeling to the corner following a roundhouse right. Benjamin whips Bryant across the ring and follows in...only to have Tyler run up the turnbuckles and backflip off the top rope! Tyler drills Quentin in the chest with a dropsault...but lands on his feet and drills Benjamin again with a dropkick to the midsection! Tyler drags Quentin towards the center of the ring and hooks the leg. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! After a tag, Shayne and Tyler climb up on opposite corners. A groggy Quentin Benjamin staggers up... STEREO MISSLE DROPKICKS! D*LUX aren't done yet. They go back to the drop and ram their fists into the face of Benjamin! Shayne covers, but Earl Hebner gets Tyler out of the ring first. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO!! COLE Charlie Moss breaks up the pin just in the nick of time. Shayne had it won there. Quentin rolls to his corner and tags Simon Singleton. Simon pounces on Shayne, hitting him with a clubbering forearm shot and up against the ropes with knife-edge chops. Brave reverses Singleton's Irish whip, sending Singleton running into the ropes and over Shayne on his way back. Simon struggles to bring Shayne down for a sunset flip, pulling on the tights for added leverage. Just when it seems like Shayne is about to go down, Tyler steps in and swipes the arm of Simon's away and along with Tyler drop a pair of elbows across the chest of the Beverly Hills blond. The guys kip-up and catch Ned charging in with COWELL MOVEMENT! Next they avoid a double clothesline from Team Heyross, who in return eat a double synchronized dropkick from the Heavenly Rockers for their trouble! COLE The action is so fast and furious, I can't call it all. CABOOSE You can't call it at all. D*LUX continue their offensive fury, whipping Simon to the ropes, pressing him up in the air and slamming him straight down on his belly-welly and apply the KELLY CLARKSON CLUTCH! COLE They got it! They got it on! The double crossface! Will Simon give it up or take the broken arms? COACH Better than a blemish on his face, I suppose, but no way does Simon give up. First of all, that's an illegal double-team move. Hebner should break it up immediately. Mackenzie leaves her director's chair to jumps on the apron. Things nearly get physical with her and Jade until Earl Hebner gets between the two ladies, asking for help from the Heavenly Rockers. That's when Ned and Team Heyross make their move, yanking Tyler out of the ring and throwing him into the guardrail. Shayne lets go of the clutch after seeing what happened, but Ned gets to him first, sliding underneath the bottom rope and walloping Brave with a clothesline that spins him around 360°! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ned savors the moment by capturing it on his HAND SCREEN~! Blanchard soon finds himself in need of a retake, as Logan deviates from the script and smashes Ned's face with double-axehandle! Although his wandering around is a clear giveaway he's feeling the effects of the blow, Ned acts like it didn't hurt as he returns to his corner and accepts the tag from Simon. Ned re-enters the match still shaking off the cobwebs, picking Shayne off the mat and firing him off to the ropes. He scoopes Brave up in a bearhug and clotheslines him on the top rope, the hot shot/stun gun maneuver snapping Shayne straight back across the ring! Ned walks over to make the cover only to be beaten by Synth, who manages to reach over the top and tag himself in without letting go of the tag rope! COLE Oh, my! That's the last thing Ned expected to happen. Ned begs off Synth but is shown no mercy as the Synthmeister hammers the handsome face of the Handsome Hustler with rights. Off to the ropes goes Ned. Baaaaaack body drop. Synth looks to send Ned back to the ropes again when his Irish whip is reversed. Ned sets low, Synth putting on the brakes to deliver a hangman's neckbreaker! ONE... TWO... THR-- Synth gets up as he sees Simon enter the ring to breakup the count, and takes him over with a hip toss. Charlie tries his luck and he, too, is hip tossed. Quentin steps in halfway before re-thinking about it. Synth hears footsteps rumbling up behind him and turns, leveled by a Charlie Moss clothesline as Quentin drops on all fours behind him. DOUBLE GOOZLO! Blanchard hurls Synth into the corner and proceeds to stomp and mudhole and walk it dry. He snapmares the Synthmeister out towards the center of the ring and ascends to the top rope, pointing at Synth as he leaps off with the point of his elbow sticking out...but Synth gets the boots up! Ned pops up in agony, immediately tagging out. In comes Charlie Moss, who catches Synth on the way up with a boot to the gut. Synth fired off to the ropes, Moss snapping him over with a powerslam! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Moss connects with another high-impact move, a belly-to-belly suplex. Quick tag to Quentin Benjamin. TOP ROPE ELBOW! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! To the ropes goes Synth, brought down by a Quentin Benjamin leg lariat. Charlie Moss steps back in to backdrop Quentin off the ropes, who lands down on Synth with a legdrop! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Quentin and Ned with the exchange. Blanchard wailing away on the Synthmeister, decking him on the rebound with a back elbow. He comes off the near side with a succession of elbows. Ned hooks the leg. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! No member of the Blonds/Heyross team lasts longer than a minute in the ring, making excellent use of quick tags as the Beverly Hills Blonds demonstrate. Irish whip, the Blonds planting Synth dead in the middle of the ring with the DOUBLE FEATURE FLAPJACK! Simon tells his teammates to check out his next move, which sees the blond leap onto the middle turnbuckle and step up to the top where he gets tremendous hangtime as he soars through the air and lands an elbow across the chest of Synth! SIMON (pointing to Quentin) I got more air than you, Q. Simon arrogantly leans against Synth, casually hooking the near leg as he counts along with the referee. ONE... TWO... THREE... EEK! Synth wraps Simon up in a crucifix! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Embarrassed, Simon stomps Synth in the face and brings him back up to his feet. * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Synth fires back. * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" So does Simon. * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Both men continue to exchange chops, with Synth getting the better of it. Simon resorts to the old thumb to the eye to regain the advantage, kicking Synth in the gut to set him up for a piledriver. But Synth pulls his head out from between Simon's legs and places him on his back with a double-leg takedown, slingshotting Singleton into the corner where his face collides with the top turnbuckle! Simon wanders off to the wrong side of town and is popped in the face by right hands from D*LUX and a WICKED LEFT HOOK~ from Logan! MACKENZIE Cut! RICK HEYROSS Closed fist! Closed fist, damnit! Rick Heyross leaps on the apron to protest Logan's illegal left hook while Synth cradles Simon's head under his arm, the crowd rising to their feet as Synth performs the twirling finger of DEATH~! COLE Percussion coming up! With the referee dealing with Heyross, Ned bashes the CLAPBOARD against the right arm of Synth, the same right arm the Blonds broke twice when they were known as the New New Midnight Express. Synth collapses to the mat in pain, blues and agony. Logan and D*LUX come in to go after Ned but Earl Hebner cuts them off. COLE Synth is hurt! He's seriously hurt! That arm may have been broken again! COACH Synth never really gave his arm much time to heal. Remember, those two times he broked his arm he was back within 3-4 months after. It juts goes to show the guy is as stupid as he looks. CABOOSE It also says he's one tough son of a bitch. A crazy son of a bitch, but a tough one nonetheless. Like sharks smelling blood in the water, both members of Team Heyross are practically salivating from the mouth in hopes of getting the tag from Simon. They'd love to deal a heavy blow to the World tag team champions 3 days before their championship match at the Great Angle Bash. Having crawled all the way to his corner on all fours, Simon reaches up and tags... Charlie Moss, the submission specialist of Team Heyross. And Moss wastes no time targeting the arm, scooping Synth up for a hammerlockslam. Moss stomping at the arm, driving the knee into the bone of the forearm and wrenching the arm with a hammerlock. Synth rises to a knee then his feet, delivering a couple of elbows to the head...but Moss ducks and wraps Synth up in a waistlock, the Synthmeister's arm placed in a hammerlock as he's taken over with a Northern Lights suplex! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! A loud cheer goes up in the air as Logan breaks up the count, much to the dismay of the Blonds and Team Heyross. Synth is isoloated near the corner of the aforementioned team, placed in a devastating submission hold that sees his arm hammerlocked while the right leg of Charlie Moss is wrapped around his neck. COACH Look at that submission maneuver. COLE It's like a python choking out its prey. What agony Synth must be experiencing. Too far away from the ropes Synth's last line of defense is to use his free hand to gouge Charlie in the eyes until he breaks the hold! Simon Singleton tagged in, diving on Synth to choke the life out of him. Earl Hebner having to physcially restrain the former OAOAST and HI-YAH tag champion as he refuses to release the choke. When the ref is away, the heels come out to play. Team Heyross and Ned Blanchard torturing the Synthmeister in the corner, having removed the tag rope to wrap it around Synth's throat! Earl Hebner once again is faced with the task of keeping Logan and D*LUX at bay while Simon eggs them on, daring the trio to cross the imaginary white line in the center of the ring. Simon returns to his corner to get in on the fun, but is met with a boot to the midsection! The tag rope still wrapped around his neck, Synth manages to land a left elbow to the side of Ned's face, but when his right hand connects with the jaw of Quentin Benjamin Synth falls to his knees in a heap of pain. CABOOSE He's hurt bad. COLE Yep. It's getting to the point where Earl Hebner is seriously going to have to consider calling the match. Charlie Moss grabs Synth's arm from the apron and falls to the arena floor, snapping Synth's arm off the top rope. The Synthmeister turns back towards the ring and into the arms of Simon Singleton, who hits the single-arm DDT he calls Divorce Court. And right into a hammerlock, Simon using his leg to make the tag to Ned. Blanchard off the far side with a knee drop to the hammerlocked arm of Synth, and puts it right back on as Simon exits. COACH The Beverly Hills Blonds and Team Heyross showing why they are the best two tag teams in the OAOAST. The way they have dissected the arm has been nothing short of masterful. Ned winks at Rick, a signal for him to distract the referee while Mackenzie holds Synth's arm out for Ned to use the middle rope as a springboard to drop the knee across the arm! Jade points in Mackenzie's direction, warning her about getting involved. To which Mackenzie replies with a yawn. "LET'S GO SYNTH!" "LET'S GO SYNTH!" "LET'S GO SYNTH!" The support of the crowd does little too ease the pain Synth experiences when Ned smacks his arm against the ringpost! Synth rolls away from the heel corner in excruciating pain but doesn't get far, brought up to his feet by the Handsome Hustler. Synth fights back, punching Ned in the gut with his left hand, doubling over the Handsome Hustler and nailing him with an open hand slap to the face! Briefly taken aback Blanchard responds with a kick, then sets for a suplex. Slingshot Suplex? We'll never know because Synth again puts his good arm to use, slapping Ned in the gut as he's taken up and floats over the top, quickly hooking the head... COLE Percussion! ...but with that weak arm Ned easily pulls out and kicks-- NO! Synth catches the foot. At the mercy of Synth, Ned pleds with Synth to strike anywhere but the face and groin area. Really, he's just buying time. 90210 ENZURIGI...DUCKED! Atomic drop sends Ned crashing into the corner. Synth looks to bring him down in some pinning combination, but Ned hit so hard in the corner he bounces straight back and the two BUTT heads! COLE Both men down. Synth desperately needing to make a tag. His arm badly damaged. Synth claws his way to the corner, inch by inch, but it's Ned who tags out first. Synth is just inches away from making the tag when Simon comes running over and... SINGLETON TAKE TWO! * BAM * ...drops the leg across the injured arm of Synth. COLE Not that ridiculous crap again. COACH Clapboard legdrop, baby. SINGLETON TAKE THREE! * BAM * Another legdrop on the arm. Simon taunts Logan and D*LUX by playfully flickering Synth's hand out at them for the tag, before rolling back onto his feet and dragging the Synthmeister towards the middle of the ring, hitting off the ropes and crashing all his weight down on the outstretched arm of Synth with standing frog splash! Synth clutches his arm closely to his chest, groaning in pain, as Simon turns him over and covers. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Logan and D*LUX all come in and stomp Simon in the back of the head to breakup the pin. Logan and Jade create a diversion, causing a ruckus over in the heel corner, making Earl Hebner turn his back away from the ring. Shayne and Tyler deck Simon and whip him to the ropes. HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME! "YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" The guys all return to their corner, urging the crowd to get loud. Ned, Charlie and Quentin are just as surprised as Earl Hebner is when they notice both Simon and Synth are down. Rick and Mackenzie asking each other, "What happened?" COLE D*LUX and Logan Mann taking matters into their own hands. COACH This isn't the old Wild West. We have rules here. CABOOSE And we all know what they say about rules. Rules are made to be broken. Chants of "SYNTH" echoing in the area get the Synthmeister's juices flowing. He turns onto his stomach and rises on all fours, crawling his way to freedom. Simon, meanwhile, is still out of it. Knowing that Quentin Benjamin sticks his body halfway through the ropes and pulls Simon over, tagging himself in. Up on his feet Synth is just feet away from the promiseland. He falls forward, Logan and D*LUX ready for the tag, but is grabbed from behind by Quentin Benjamin. Back suplex coming up, but Synth floats over...AND CRAWLS THROUGH QUENTIN'S LEG TO MAKE THE TAG!!! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" COLE Tag made to Logan Mann! Logan drills Benjamin with a running elbow between the eyes. Charlie Moss enters and eats a left jab. A pier-six brawl erupts as the Blonds and D*LUX step inside the ring. All 4 men exchaging fire, with Charlie getting caught in the crossfire as he collides with the Blonds after D*LUX send them in his direction. Shayne and Tyler follow Simon and Ned out to the floor. Face-first into the steel steps goes Ned, the victim of Tremendous Tyler's rage. Mackenzie jumps on the back of Tyler, raking the eyes! The crowd roars as Jade Rodez marches over and grabs a handful of Mackie's hair, yanking her off Tyler! The girls get their panties in a bunch, lunging forward and tugging each others hair! CATFIIIIIIIGHT! We're treated to plenty of pantie shots as the ladies roll around outside. Inside the ring, Logan connects with a top rope double-axehandle smash. Twirling finger of DEATH~! COLE Here it comes. Percussion! Logan sets Quentin up, but releases the grip as Charlie sneaks up. WICKED LEFT HOOK~ from Mann, knocking Moss out to the floor. Rick Heyross hops on the apron, grabbing the attention of both the referee and Logan Mann. His fist cocked Logan receives overwhelming support as he points to Rick, the fans telling him to give it to Heyross. Mann side steps as Benjamin charges, causing him and Heyross to collide on the apron! SCHOOL BOY! ONE... TWO... THREE! NO!!! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Quentin ducks a clothesline and throws a superkick, but Logan swats the leg away...only to get caught with a spinning heel kick! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Action going on in and out of the ring. Outside, the Blonds are double-teaming Tyler. Shanye flies off the top and wipes all 3 men out with a cross bodyblock! Quentin Benjamin also takes to the air, nailing Logan with a top rope clothesline! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! Benjamin T-Bone's Logan, but Mann fires back with rapid-fire knees to the ribs, doubling Quentin over. Quentin counters Logan's DDT attempt with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex...but Logan lands on his feet! Mann misses a left hook and is wrapped up from behind by Benjamin, Charlie Moss re-appearing from out of thin air, drilling Logan with a superkick as Quentin takes him over with a German suplex! ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING * Rick Heyross triumphantly throws his arms up in the air, engaging in a giant group hug outside with his men. The Beverly Hills Blonds get into the celebration. Rick Heyross kissing the hand of Mackenzie DeCenzo and shaking those of Simon and Ned, as do Charlie and Quentin. The 6 pose on top of the rampway, the Blonds holding up their HI-YAH tag team titles while Team Heyross say they'll be the next World tag team champions, performing the belts-around-waist gesture or whatever you call it as the cameras focus on the Heavenly Rockers, both still laid out. COLE Team Heyross with the win for their group. COACH And they picked up the W over Logan Mann, co-holder of the OAOAST World Tag Team Championship. If they do that Sunday night at the Great Angle Bash... CABOOSE We'll have new champions. COACH Exactly right. COLE Will we have new tag team champions Sunday night after the huge blow Team Heyross have dealt the Heavenly Rockers??? We will have more right after this! Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted June 23, 2006 *THE CHAMP IS HERE!* A lightning bolt hits the entrance and Know Your Role '99 begins playing as Tha Puerto Rican comes out, and boos fill the arena. COLE And we're set for tag team action here on HeldDOWN~! BUFFER The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way down the aisle, hailing from San Juan, Puerto Rico, and weighing in at 220 pounds...he is a former 24/7 champion, as well as a former Puerto Rican, North American, and Italian champion...Ladies and gentlemen, THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! COLE And it was just three weeks ago, ladies and gentlemen, that PRL had a World championship match against Alfdogg, who will be one of his opponents in this match... COACH Yeah, and Thunderkid stole PRL's opportunity right out from under his nose! COLE And that was retaliation for PRL's actions, he has ambushed TK on two separate occasions, in an attempt to get that shot at Alfdogg, but instead drew the ire of TK! And as a result of all this, PRL will meet Thunderkid in a one-on-one matchup at the Great Angle Bash! Renegade hits, and more boos fill the arena, with scattered cheers, as Reject makes his way to the ring. COACH And here comes the #1 contender, Cole! BUFFER And his partner...he hails from New York City, and weighs in at 235 pounds...RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREJECT!!!!! COLE Yes, Reject won a 20-man battle royal last week on HeldDOWN~!, and as a result, will meet Alfdogg with the World heavyweight championship on the line this Sunday on the Great Angle Bash. COACH And according to the OAOAST website, that match has been stipulated as a 2-out-of-3 falls match! COLE And Reject getting some cheers from this crowd in Albany, of course Reject not too far down the road, residing in New York City! Reject slides in and poses on the buckles, then high-fives PRL as God of Thunder hits and TK comes to the ring, getting a nice reaction. BUFFER Their opponents...introducing first, hailing from Green Bay, Wisconsin, and weighing in at 253 pounds...THUNDERKID!!!!! TK poses in the corners, as Magnum Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat/Howling at the Moon hits and Alfdogg comes to the ring, to a mixed reaction. BUFFER And his partner, weighing in at 240 pounds...he is the REIGNING TWO-TIME World heavyweight champion....ALFDOGG!!!!! Alfdogg slides in, and is pounced by PRL, while Reject jumps TK from behind! *DING DING DING* PRL stomps Alf into one corner, as Reject carries TK into another, and both slug away. Both then stop slugging and signal to the other. COLE And a Pearl Harbor Job right off the bat! Reject and PRL try a double Irish whip, but Alf and Reject DOSIE-DO~! and deliver stereo clotheslines! COLE But it didn't last long! Alf then follows PRL into the corner, as TK does the same to Reject. Alf and TK both climb to the second rope, and lay in punches, as the crowd counts along! 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! 4!!! 5!!! 6!!! 7!!! 8!!! 9!!! 10!!! Alf and Reject then jump down, and set up an Irish whip of their own. Reject and PRL try the DOSIE-DO~! counter themselves, but PRL runs right into a SPEAR~!, while Alf catches Reject with a BELLY-TO-BELLY! COACH Come on, guys! COLE And Alf and Reject really on a roll now! Alf clotheslines Reject to the floor, as TK picks up PRL in a PRESS SLAM~!, and tosses him right down onto Reject! COLE And Reject and PRL need to regroup here! However, Alf and TK don't give them that chance, as Alf goes to the ropes, and TK backdrops him OVER THE TOP on top of them! COACH Oh, no! COLE Great teamwork by Alf and TK! TK then goes to the top rope as all three men make their way to their feet. He waits until they're all the way up...and hits a SHOOTING STAR PRESS~! from the top rope to the floor! COACH WOW! COLE TK flying through the air! All four men are out of it on the floor, as the crowd gives appreciative applause, then starts a HOLY SHIT~! chant. COLE All that, and this match has barely been going on for two minutes! TK gets to his feet, and tosses Reject into the ring. Reject begs off into the corner. COACH Why didn't he go after PRL? He's not scared of PRL, is he? COLE Don't be stupid, Coach! Reject was just the first guy he saw! COACH Uh-huh. Reject goes to the eyes of TK, then turns him around in the corner, and lays in a CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!! Reject with another CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!! And a third! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!! However, TK gets a burst of energy, and twists Reject around, laying in a CHOP~! of his own! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!! And another! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!! And a third! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!! Reject staggers out of the corner, and TK goes for an Irish whip. Reject reverses, but TK ducks a clothesline and delivers one of his own! COLE Great resiliency by TK, absorbing those chops and coming back with a big clothesline! TK picks up Reject, and delivers a vertical suplex, then tags in Alf! COLE Tag made, and here comes the champ. TK wrenches the arm of Reject, and Alf comes off the top with a double axhandle! Alf then grabs the arm and armdrags Reject to the mat, applying an armbar. Alf turns it to a wristlock, then drops a knee to the shoulder joint, followed by a second. Alf then picks Reject up by the wrist, and delivers a snap suplex! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE First cover of the match for two, and Reject not looking anything like a #1 contender right now! COACH It's early, Cole! Just wait! Alf drags Reject to the corner and tags TK back in. Alf holds Reject in a full nelson, as TK comes off the top with a big chop right between the eyes! TK then drops a knee to the sternum, and covers... 1... 2... Kickout! TK picks up Reject, and gives him a big bodyslam, then tags Alf in once again. Alf grabs Reject's right leg, and TK grabs his left. COLE Time to make a wish! Alf and TK jerk on the legs, leaving Reject on the mat in pain! PRL jumps into the ring, and gets met with a double hiptoss! PRL's feet land right across from Reject's, and Alf and TK look at each other and grab a leg on each man. COLE And now we're gonna go on a little boat ride! Alf and TK drop to the mat and ROW THE BOAT~! as the crowd goes crazy! After six rows, they release the hold, and the referee ushers PRL and TK out of the ring. Alf drops a snap legdrop on Reject, then goes to the ropes...but PRL lays a knee right into the back! The referee turns around, and sees Alf on the mat, then approaches PRL, who raises his arms in the air and claims his innocence. COLE And PRL LYING to the official, saying he did nothing, but we saw what happened there, Coach! COACH Of course he's gonna! What do you expect him to say, he did it? Reject rolls to a neutral corner to gain his senses, then runs across the ring and drives an elbow to the back of Alf's head. He stomps away on the ropes, then tags in PRL. COLE That's the first tag of the match on the PRL/Reject side! Let's see if they can get some continuity going. PRL stomps Alf some more by the ropes, then leans down and drives his knee into Alf's face while grabbing the ropes. The referee counts, and PRL breaks at four. COLE PRL's gotta be careful here not to get disqualified! PRL picks Alf up, and sets up a vertical suplex. COACH Here we go, baby! COLE Could be the Corporate Trifecta coming up here! PRL lifts Alf, and delivers a vertical suplex! PRL lays for a second, then rolls over and stands up, lifting Alf again for a second suplex! He rolls to his feet once again, lifting Alf for a third suplex, this time leaving him suspended in the air as he does the "You Can't See Me!" hand gesture, then walks to the ropes, and executes a slingshot suplex! PRL sits up and applauds himself, receiving a round of boos in return. COACH Don't celebrate, PR, go for that cover! PRL lays back... 1... 2... Shoulder up! COLE Arrogant cover by PRL there, and Alf able to escape! PRL picks up Alf and whips him into the ropes, catching him with a flying knee! PRL covers again... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE Well, he got down quick for that one, but Alf escapes once again! PRL turns Alf over, and applies a Camel clutch! COLE Submission hold applied by PRL! COACH We don't see PR use submissions often, so he's pulling out all the stops tonight! PRL sits back deep and cranks Alf back, and Alf struggles, but fades fast. The referee raises his arm... ONE!!! TWO!!! THR...NO! Alf JUST does hold through on the last lift! Alf then fights his way to his feet, but PRL releases and quickly rakes his eyes from behind. PRL then whips Alf into the ropes. Alf ducks a clothesline, then Alf and PRL clothesline each other! Both men are out of it, and the referee begins his count... ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! FOUR!!! FIVE!!! SIX!!! SEVEN!!! Alf slowly sits up, and starts to go to his corner. PRL comes to, but opts to attempt to stop Alf instead of tagging, and is unsuccessful as Alf makes the tag to TK! COACH Oh, no! COLE And I wouldn't want to be in PRL's shoes right now! PRL begs off, but TK immediately goes in and pulls him up, then whips him into the ropes and floors him with a big AXE KICK~! TK then picks PRL up, and delivers a FALCON ARROW~! 1... 2... NO! Reject makes the save! Reject delivers a back suplex to TK, then revives PRL. PRL and Reject whip TK into the ropes, but TK ducks a double clothesline, and floors both men with one of his own! COLE And TK on fire right now! Reject rolls out of the ring, as TK whips PRL into the ropes. PRL ducks a clothesline, and catches TK with a spinning wheel kick! COACH But look at how quick my boy is to recover! PRL rolls over and tags Reject. COLE Yeah, and look at how quick he is to bail out, away from TK! COACH Hey, wait a minute! PR's been in there a long time, it was smart of him to make a tag there! Reject picks up TK and delivers a European uppercut, causing TK to stagger back into the corner. Reject follows him in, and lays in kicks to the midsection. Reject then pulls TK out, and delivers a fisherman's buster! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Reject tags in PRL. COACH See, he's back in now! COLE Yeah, after Reject wore TK down for him! PR sets TK up in powerbomb position, then lifts him and slides him over his back, grabbing his wrists, and dropping him with "Free Puerto Rico Now!" COACH Now we're talkin! COLE Great show of strength by PRL there, TK weighing in at almost 260 pounds! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Shoulder up! COLE Two-count! COACH But PR's getting closer! PRL lifts TK up, then tosses TK's arm over his shoulder. He plays to the crowd, drawing boos, then drives TK to the mat with the LATIN SLAM~! PRL then heads over to the corner. COLE I think PRL should go for a cover here! PRL scales the ropes, poses on the buckles, then attempts the MAD CAPPA CRUSHER 2003~!!!111 ,,,but TK rolls out of the way! COLE Now's your chance, TK! Make the tag! TK crawls over to his corner, as PRL again attempts to stop the tag...with the same success, as Alf tags in! COLE And the champ is back in! Alf backs PRL into a corner, hammering away, then whipping him across the ring and following him in with a splash! PRL staggers out, right into a BELLY-TO-BELLY~! Alf follows up with a T-BONE SUPLEX~! Reject jumps into the ring, but Alf sends him right back outside and to the floor with a SUPERKICK~! Alf picks up PRL, and drops him with the WHIPLASH~! Alf then heads to the top rope... COLE And Alf going for the kill here! Alf leaps off with the FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 COLE HE HIT IT! Alf goes for the cover, but there's no referee, as he's tied up with TK and Reject, who are brawling on the floor! The referee separates TK and Reject, and ushers TK back to his corner, as Alf gets up and attempts to get the referee's attention. This allows Reject to slide into the ring with a chair, and ram the closed chair up between Alf's legs! COLE Wait a minute! Reject with a chair-assisted low blow! Reject then spins Alf around, and hits the EULOGY~!!!!!11111 COACH And the EULOGY! Reject then drags PRL on top of Alf, as TK attempts to slide in, but Reject hits him with a baseball slide! The referee slides in and makes the count... 1... 2... 3!!! COACH YEAH!!! *DING DING DING* BUFFER The winners of the match...the team of REJECT and THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNN NNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! COLE Reject does the damage, ILLEGALLY, and PRL steals the glory! COACH It doesn't matter, Cole! The record books will say that PRL owns a pinfall victory over World champion Alfdogg! Suddenly, a figure jumps over the rail! COLE Now what's going on? COACH Oh yeah! The band is here! The rail jumper is LC member Vitamin X, who attacks TK from behind with a low blow and a slam on the floor! He then picks TK up by the hair, and holds him that way for the Cuban Wall, who comes charging into the picture and DRILLS TK with a big boot! COLE This is uncalled for! Brains & Brawn have ambushed TK after this tag match! PRL then slides out of the ring, sets TK up...and as VX & Wall raise their arms in the air, drills TK with the CORPORATE NIGHTMARE~!!!!!11111 ON THE FLOOR~! COLE Oh, NO! COACH Oh, YES! COLE TK and Alf both laid out by their rivals, just three days before the Great Angle Bash! This is UNFUCKING CALLED FOR~! Let's take a break. UP NEXT: Bruce Blank's challenge answered? Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted June 23, 2006 "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" is already in mid-song when we return to HeldDOWN~!, and Bruce Blank is halfway to the ring, once again weilding his trademark equalizer, while wearing a dog collar around his neck. COLE Fans, welcome back from our final commercial break! All night long we've been wondering who would possibly accept the open challenge laid out by the sadistic Bruce Blank earlier tonight, and that fateful moment is upon us right now! Blank again steps into the ring, and motions for the microphone, which a reluctant Michael Buffer hands over before scurrying back to his seat, obviously intimidated by the big brawler. The music dies down, but the vocal chords of the fans can still cause ringing in the ear, because the booing for Blank is overpowering. As per usual, Blank takes it in stride, his trademark snicker still apparent, as he begins to speak. BLANK All right now, the time is upon us. Let's see whose balls dropped, and who wants to make themselves a man tonight...or at least try to! Blank looks up the rampway, as do the fans, but there's nothing to be seen. No theme music to play. BLANK Come on now boys...hell, you don't even have to be a boy, I'll take on one of them there lil' ladies back there too! Despite extending the challenge to the rest of the OAOAST's mixed roster, nobody so much as peeks their head through the curtain, causing Blank to have a fit of laughter. BLANK Hahaha, oh this is rich...all you people in the crowd, I hope you remember this night for a long time, because as payin' customers, you should be offended. As OAOAST fans, you should be offended, because look at what your money and support gets you? My good friend Todd Cortez said it perfectly a few weeks ago...you're in a world without heroes now, you've got no savior anymore. We killed your poster boy, his career is dead and buried, and it's caused a ripple effect throughout the whole company! You've got no one...NO ONE to save you now! There's no more happy endings in the OAOAST! The fans, who don't believe a word of Blank's bunk, begin booking and hurling insults at the big redneck. He snaps right back at some of them off-mic, which is probably good for the company, as surely not all of the comments were directed in a tasteful manner. COLE Is Bruce Blank right? I mean...EVERYONE has been against the fact that The Wildcards are a part of our company, so why wouldn't any...hey...'boose? Caboose? COACH Is he...he IS! Once the fans take notice, they begin to roar, as Caboose, cricket bat in hand, steps out from behind the commentary table at Sofa Central, and stands at ringside, looking up into the ring at Blank, who seems to be a mix of shocked and pleased. Caboose hops up on the apron, and a loud chant breaks out, as the legendary star steps into the ring and stands face to face with the intimidating redneck. "CA-BOOSE!" "CA-BOOSE!" "CA-BOOSE!" Blank looks down into the eyes of his foe, but Caboose, unaffected by the size and mentality of Blank, snatches the microphone out of his hand! CABOOSE Let me tell you something. First, the reason nobody has come out of that locker room for this challenge of yours, is because I told them to stay back there. I wanted this time for myself, because it's about time you learned a thing or two. The fans ROAR, and Blank is even more shocked, because someone actually had the gall to call him out during what he thought was "his time". CABOOSE When you three came into the OAOAST thanks to Zack Malibu, many of us...ALL of us actually, second guessed it. We knew where you were coming from and what you were capable of, and truthfully, some of us felt slighted that Malibu felt he couldn't rely on his friends, on the people that have always supported him and been there for him. The fact of the matter is, Blank, is not that you and the Wildcards made your mark wrestling in bloodbaths and a more brutal atmosphere. It's also not the fact that you come to us from the SWF, a company that has been actively competing with us for years now. It's not the fact that you have no remorse, because let's face it, we're in the wrestling business. Like you've said in the past, it's kill or be killed in this sport. What it is about you and The Wildcards, Blank, is that at first you thought you were getting a free ride with Malibu...you thought that you were above us all. Then you take him out, you take out your meal ticket, the man who brought you to the dance...just to further feed your already out of control egos? You think because you spill some blood, because you're handy with the weapons, that it automatically makes everyone fear you? I'm going to tell you right here and now...I do not fear you. The crowd explodes, and Blank is now more angry than shocked. CABOOSE I'm going to tell you something right now...you pride yourself on death matches and spilling blood, that's all well and good, because I've been down that road before. I've been to the dark side and back, I have been bloodied, burned, torn apart by glass and barbed wire and God knows what else, and I've remained here to tell the tale, and I am not going to let a trio of people like you stain this company's reputation. This company...this company is my home. It is home to everyone in that locker room, at that commentary table, and to every fan who fills a seat in an arena, we open our home to them. YOU are unwelcome in my home, Bruce Blank. Neither are Todd Cortez or Bloodshed. I have bled for this company...I nearly DIED for this company! Oh yes, Bruce, there I was, on national television, having the life sucked out of me as someone just like you strangled me to quench his insatiable thirst for violence. It was enough to make me second guess myself, to take some time off and reflect...and that was until Zack Malibu contacted me. It was Zack who told me to get off my ass and get back here to stand up for myself, to perserve my reputation as one of the best. It was Zack Malibu who got me back into the company and allowed me to add onto my legacy. It was Zack Malibu, my FRIEND, who you destroyed several weeks ago inside a steel cage while I watched on...I watched on because part of me wanted Zack to see what he did was wrong. I wanted Zack to realize he made a mistake in bringing you in, but then I realized that I made a mistake for letting what took place take place. I made a mistake in sitting on my ass at the commentary table, numbed by what you did to the man who saved my career, and maybe my life. So tonight, I'm going to do Zack Malibu a solid. Tonight, you wanted a fight? YOU'VE GOT IT! Caboose drops the mic, and immediately swings for the fences, nailing Bruce Blank in the ribs with his cricket bat! Another shot over the back follows, and Blank is reeling as the fans go NUTS! COACH Mikey Cole, can you believe it!? COLE Not in the slightest! Caboose has had enough of Bruce Blank and The Wildcards! Blank staggers about, but then turns and swings wildly with his barbed wire bat...a shot that is deflected by the cricket bat! Caboose forces the bat out of Blank's hands, and it hits the canvas, while Caboose opens up with right hands to the sadistic trailer trash superstar! He sends Blank to the corner, then charges him...running right into a big boot by Bruce Blank! Caboose staggers away, while Blank takes the length of the dog collar chain and wraps it around his fists, then nails Caboose with a hard right hand! COLE Dammit! He just clocked Caboose with that chain and...yes, yes he's busted open! Caboose is dazed as he feels his forehead, the blood staining his fingertips. He stands up, but when he does Blank already has his trusty weapon in hand, and then swings hard, driving the barbed wire bat into Caboose's ribs! COLE NO! Caboose falls to his knees, hunched over and gagging for air. He crawls across the canvas and reaches out for his cricket bat, taking the handle in hand...but Blank steps on the other end of it, preventing him from getting it! COACH Mikey, this ain't gonna be good! Blank then reaches down and drags Caboose up, hammering him across the back with forearms before taking the chain and wrapping it around his neck, choking Caboose out! COLE This is deja vu for Caboose! He was choked out and left to die by Sandman years ago, and right now Bruce Blank is picking up where Sandman left off! Caboose struggles, panicking as this situation is all too familiar to him. He manages to turn his body and deliver some elbow shots to the ribcage of Blank, slowly but surely stunning the big man enough to cause his grip to loosen! Caboose then reaches down and grabs his bat off the canvas, and he swings...but it's CAUGHT by Blank, who tears the bat from Caboose's grip, and then slams it over his knee...BREAKING IT IN HALF! COLE Coach....Coach did I.... COACH HE BROKE THE BAT IN HALF, MIKEY! Caboose is weary and shocked, and Blank takes one half of the bat and jabs Caboose in the forehead with the splintered end! Caboose falls back to the canvas, and Blank drops to his knees, using the piece of Caboose's trademark weapon to carve up his forehead! COLE OK now this is enough...this isn't a challenge it's a massacre! Blank is going to town on Caboose, when all of a sudden the fans rejoice again, as the HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion FAQU races down the aisle! COLE It's Faqu! Faqu is racing down to help Caboose! The big Samoan slides into the ring, and Blank stands up, still clutching the splintered piece of bat and licking his lips at the fact he's got another victim primed to go. Faqu stands in the ready position, waiting to strike...but that brings out Cortez and Bloodshed behind him, and they jump him from behind! COLE Dammit, I should have know, the rest of The Wildcards just put the odds back in their favor! Cortez and Bloodshed stomp Faqu down, but the Samoan absorbs the blows and powers up, striking both Todd and Bloodshed with elbows and chops, trying to fight them both off...until Blank charges and jabs him just above the eye with Caboose's splintered bat! COLE NO! He could have blinded him with that shot! Faqu falls back to the ropes, but Cortez and Bloodshed pull him up, each holding an arm to leave him open as Blank goes and retrieves his barbed wire baseball bat, taking the end of the bat and ramming it into Faqu's ribs before putting the bat against his forehead longways, and raking it to the side, opening up a large gash on his forehead! COACH I'm gonna be sick, Cole. COLE This is insane! This is too much...TOO MUCH! Cortez and Bloodshed let Faqu drop in agony and begin to celebrate...not noticing that behind them, Caboose is pushing himself up to his feet. The blood mixed in with his trademark face pain, Caboose stands up and desperately charges forward, driving an elbow into the back of Cortez's head and sending him out of the ring! COLE HE'S STILL FIGHTING, COACH! Blank turns and grabs Caboose by the throat, but a low blow breaks that up pretty quickly, and Caboose hits the ropes and delivers a leaping clothesline that takes the big brute down! He starts to get up, but Bloodshed is on him like a bird of prey, raking at the open wound and jamming his fingers into it, almost as if he's trying to peel the wound open further...but Caboose reaches up and rakes the eyes, blinding his foe momentarily before reaching down and picking up Blank's bat and slamming it across Bloodshed's back! COACH YO~! ATTA BOY, CABOOSE! Bloodshed falls to his knees, groaning as he makes his way to the corner, reeling. Caboose stands over him, but before anything else can happen, Blank snares the bat from out of his hands, and when Caboose turns, he's met with a hard shot to the ribcage, so forceful that he coughs up blood that pools on the canvas! COLE Oh...my...God. Caboose falls over instantly, and when Cortez comes back into the ring, Blank tells him to go after the prone superstar, who has been brutally victimized. Cortez nods to Blank and pulls Caboose up, locking his head between his legs before jumping over his back, jarring his neck with a Riot Act Plus that knocks him out cold! COLE God damn it, that's enough now, let's get some help out here! Hearing Michael Cole's desperate plea, the locker room empties, as everyone from Alfdogg to NRG, from Los Diablos to Leon Rodez, have hit the ring area. The Wildcards take this as their cue to leave, ducking out of the ring and hopping the guardrail, as several superstars give chase to the bloodthirsty contingent. The cameras close in on the ring, and while Faqu is helped to his feet and tended to by medical staff in the corner, Caboose isn't so lucky. Rodez and Black T, who fought alongside Caboose as Originals, watch on as EMT's load Caboose onto a stretcher carefully, watching for a possible neck injury. COACH Cole...Cole we gotta get up in that ring. Without saying goodbye and signing off, Cole and Coach drop their headsets, coming over to ringside just as Caboose is being wheeled off. They watch on as the stretcher goes up the aisle, and Caboose makes an exit from the arena, although not in the way he intended... ...and perhaps for the very last time. Fade to black Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted June 23, 2006 CREDITS: Bruce Blank Zack Malibu Longdongger Pete Masked Man of Mystery King Cucaracha Alfdogg Tony149 © 2006 OAOAST Entertainment. All Rights Reserved. Order the Great Angle Bash this Sunday. You don't have anything better to do. Don't lie to me; you don't. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
