KingPK 0 Report post Posted June 30, 2006 The scene opens on a shot of the back parking lot. In the lower corners of the sceen, barely in-frame, two security guards are visible, vigilant as they look out over the lot. A few cars are scattered, the setting sun reflecting off of their frames. COLE Ladies and gentlemen, we are moments away from kicking off this week's show, but we have just received word that a limousine is approaching the arena... As Michael Cole finishes his thought, the two nameless security officers turn their heads. The faint scratch of rubber on gravel is heard, growing in volume as the two men take a collective step forward. Then a black hood pulls into frame, followed by the long body of a luxurious stretch limo, small Australian flags hanging from the rear, waving in the wind. COACH There it is! COLE And I have a feeling we know who's inside. The two men approach the back passenger door of the stretch. We hear the clasping of the driver's door, then see an elderly gentleman, dressed in a plain black suit, approach the passenger door. Security gives the chauffeur his birth, as he opens the door widely. Out of the door steps the one, the only, AXEL. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The fans watching the pre-show entertainment have little regard for the would-be President of this company. Axel grins as he stands up fully, smoothing out his fine black suit, straightening the black and red tie which offsets the blood red of his silk shirt. Axel cares little for the sentiments of the fans. However, in the interest of fairness, the reaction is ever so slightly improved for the next man to step out of the limousine...DREK STONE. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYEABOOOOYEABOOOOOOOO!!!" Stone, dressed impeccably in all black, stretches his neck, the fine gold chain around his neck catching the last of the sun's rays. Drek smirks, his irrepressible, smug smirk, as he nods at Axel. AXEL Tonight's gonna be a good night. The men nod again, then look inside the limo. Drek takes a step back, looking incedulously as the third man steps out of the limo. HOFF. "BOOOYEAHBOOOOOOOO!!!YEAHHHHBOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Drek shakes his head as the fans give Hoff what is likely the best reaction; however, both of these occurences may have the same cause. Axel can barely stifle his laughter as Hoff saunters out of the limo, in stark comparison to his compatriots. Axel and Drek are, of course, dressed to the nines; Hoff is clad in a baseball jersey, blue jeans, a blue ball cap and a pair of wraparound sunglasses. Hoff smiles as he sips....something....from a martini glass. It appears to be blue. DREK Good lord. HOFF What? Hoff casually throws the martini glass over his shoulder, the crystal crashing into a million pieces on the blacktop. The two guards look at each other; the chauffeur pretends not to notice. DREK Are you drunk? HOFF Moi? Never. Axel can't hold it in any longer, letting out a loud belly laugh. Even Drek has to chuckle as Hoff grins, beaming from ear to ear. But Axel gains his composure and looks Hoff in the eye. AXEL All right, big man. Focus. We're here for a reason. HOFF Oh, I got this. Hoff looks into the sky, eyes wide, as though delivering an important declaration. HOFF Tonight is a night that the OAOAST will never...ever...EVER-- DREK Save it. Hoff whirls around, looking at Drek with mock innocence. HOFF What? DREK You done? Hoff looks himself over, left and right, making sure he's still there. HOFF I'm good. Drek chuckles silently, then waves toward the door as he heads inside. Axel and Hoff follow, smiling. HOFF I'm glad we took the limo. AXEL (looking at Hoff) Obviously. But remember: this is all just the beginning. The two friends laugh as security holds the doors for them as they enter. COLE Axel, Drek Stone, and Hoff are HERE!! FADE. NOTICE: Any OAOAST talent that makes a "Hershey Highway" joke tonight will be severely reprimanded. COLE We are coming off another OAOAST pay-per-view spectacular and are in the mecca of cocoa products, Hershey, Pennsylvania! I'm Michael Cole and along with me is the Coach, Jonathan Coachman. COACH Hey Cole, where's Caboose? *Snickers* COLE Caboose is still recovering from that VICIOUS attack he suffered last week at the hands of Bruce Blank and the Wildcards, so it's still going to be only Double C calling the action for you tonight. Coming up on the show we've got a match that was scheduled for the Great Angle Bash pay-per-view show this past Sunday, but was unfortunately cut due to time restrictions. But tonight we WILL see the OAOAST debut of Longdogger Pete..... COACH No, it's not Longdongger folks. We already have one former pornstar on the roster. COLE .....as well as more action as we head into our special 4th of July Battlebowl event that will take place LIVE from the World's Most Famous Arena in New York City! The lights go down and BOOM~! Pyro explodes atop the stage as I'm On a High hits the arena speakers, and the fans rise to their feet. After the brief flash of recognition, the fleeting cheers give way to venom, hurled from the stands at the three men making their way down the aisle...Axel. Drek Stone. Hoff. Looking for all the world like they are in control. COLE And what an entrace tonight for these three men, the men trying to seize power here in the OAOAST! COACH Well you know, with all the people who WANT power here, I think these three guys might be best suited for it! COLE Coach, you can't be serious! The cameras zoom in on the three men as they walk by. Shoulder to shoulder, Drek Stone and Axel holds their heads high, walking with a sense of authority and arrogance. COLE These men are power-mad, and they don't even have the power yet! Behind them, Hoff saunters by, pointing to his chest. As he passes the cameraman he turns his back, revealing the lettering "MAUER" and "7" on his baseball jersey. The big man turns back to face the camera, getting up-close and personal with the lens, telling the fans at home "way to go, Joe!" before darting off. COACH Now Mikey, I was in the Upstarts when Axel was in charge, and I'm telling you, he's a hell of a leader! Way better than having Zack malibu in charge, or Alfdogg, or those SW-- COLE Ah! COACH ...um...those "other" guys, or Bill Watts or Popick or anyone else! Say what you will, Axel gets things done. Drek and Axel climbs the ring steps, ducking below the top rope and entering the ring while Hoff rolls in under the bottom rope. The big man hops onto the second rope, holding his arms out to a chorus of boos, while Drek pounds his chest with his fist, pridefully yelling out to the fans. Axel looks on, smiling confidently and nodding. Drek turns to face Axel as Hoff hops of the buckles, spinning and high-fiving both of his compatriots. Drek and Hoff point at each other, talking with gusto and smiles on their faces as Axel grabs a mic from ringside. COLE They have been mired in controversy for months, but you cannot deny their talent, their ability, or the confidence they possess. COACH Born leaders, one and all. We'd be better for having them at the helm. COLE We may well see. In just over five weeks at the next OAOAST Syndicated event, Axel's team will take on Bill Watts' team in a battle for control. The fate of this company will be decided in the ring! The lights come up as the music fades, and the triumvirate in the ring looks out at the fans with a cool gaze. Smiling, one and all. Axel raises the mic-- but Hoff stops him. The big man looks at the Dark One, waving a finger and then holding out his hand. Axel grins and hands him the mic. COACH Looks like Hoff has something to get off his chest! COLE Hoff, a two-time World Champion, who has been the focal point of so much drama in the past year, looking like the Hoff of old, the Hoff of the fabled Thrillogy, the Hoff without a care in the world. COACH I like it! A small "Hoff" chant dies before it gets off the ground, smothered by the jeers of the Pennsylvania crowd. HOFF Chant all you want to, boo all you want to, but make sure you're listening, because I've got something to say. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" HOFF Now, there's an old expression: everybody complains about the weather, but nobody does anything about it. And around here, about six weeks ago, the weather was pretty f***ing bad. But the three of us...WE did something about it. Axel and Drek Stone nod their approval as the fans voice their displeasure. HOFF And for the first time in months, I was happy to be here. I didn't have to deal with glitzy, over the hill relics, or stiff-ass Brits with an inferiority complex...or an old man watching my every move. I was free, baby! Free as a bird, and NOBODY could stop me! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" HOFF And once again, just like *snap* THAT, it was taken from me. From US! Us, the men who -- and Zack Malibu, I want you to hear this. The men who BUILT THIS COMPANY, who carried it on our backs, who sold out arenas all over the country -- WE DID THAT! LOOK AT THE NUMBERS! There are more people in this country with H t-shirts than there are with jobs, do you understand that? But I'm getting ahead of myself... The camera pans the crowd, revealing more than a few of Hoff's trademark "H" t-shirts. HOFF The board of directors in this company took this company out of our hands. Hoff walks over to Axel, gesturing to him with his free left hand. HOFF From this man, the most brilliant young executive of our time! The man who made this company a success again! Who SAVED you all from the same boring crap that I walked away from! They said that THIS man wasn't fit to run the show! Hoff moves on to the other man in the ring, Drek Stone, who raises his chin with smug authority. HOFF And THIS man! I can say, with all the confidence in the world and with NO hint of sarcasm, the man who may well be the best wrestler in the world today! And yes, that includes myself. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Drek folds his arms, nodding along with Hoff's assertations. HOFF Boo if you want to, but each and every one of you know it! This man would have led you, he would have been your champion! And he would have been a GREAT champion! The icon that the board of directors was DYING for!! Hoff shakes his head as he turns back toward the crowd. HOFF But that same board took it all away. They STOLE it from us! In the midst of what should have been out finest hour! And then it was gone, and the next thing I knew I was on a plane home. The big man takes a deep breath. HOFF And then there was a ray of hope. Axel called me, and he told me that we'd have our shot, we'd get to fight for what we had already rightfully earned. And you had better believe I am ready for that fight. But Watts, Tony, Dan Black...are you ready? Hoff looks out over the fans as they pop for the mention of the names of Black T and the former OAOAST President. HOFF Tony, Dan...the last time we fought, I had a lot to lose. I had a lot that could be taken from me. Honor, pride, all of it. BUT YOU TOOK IT AWAY!!! A crazed look possesses Hoff's eyes, the big man's temper flaring. HOFF You took it away, you sons of bitches, EVERYTHING WE WERE TRYING TO DO!! You stole it from us and you looked us in the eye and said "here, come take it back." Well WE ARE COMING. And this man (pointing to Drek), and this man here (Axel), they have something to lose, they have a goal, they have a purpose. This man will be the champion he was MEANT to be! And this man WILL run this company, I PROMISE YOU he will. And if I'm still standing I will be at their side. But rest assured, I have been through too much to see this fail. And if that means putting my body, my LIFE at risk, then that's exactly what I intend to do! I will give myself to this cause! And if it means the end of my career, if it means a broken neck, then THAT'S WHAT IT MEANS! But BY GOD, I WILL NOT LET YOU STOP US!! BRANNIGAN! BLACK! BILL WATTS, YOU SON OF A BITCH!! Axel and Drek look slightly taken aback by the fire in their partner. HOFF And I don't care if you're a Wildcard, a Hooligan, a Rocker or a Blonde, a Samoan strongman or a metrosexual monster, I don't care if you're a rookie or a champion or the god-damned franchise. I am putting ALL of you on notice. On behalf of my friends. On behalf of what's right for this business. And on behalf of myself. I will go through each and every one of you if I have to. I will end you. I will make you pay. And I will make sure you never...ever......EVER....forget. Hoff lowers the mic, breathing heavily as his steely gaze shoots over the jeering fans. Axel looks on, bewildered, but Drek Stone smiles as he clasps Hoff on the shoulder. Hoff, slowly, hands him the microphone. Drek nods as Hoff heads to the corner, leaning against it. The big man takes a deep breath, then smiles a very genuine, satisfied smile as Drek raises the mic. DREK Hoff.......thank you. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" DREK Thank you so much for saying what needed to be said. Now, why don't you morons keep it down, because I've got something to say myself. "DREK STONE SUCKS!" "DREK STONE SUCKS!" "DREK STONE SUCKS!" "DREK STONE SUCKS!" Drek shakes his head. DREK Now you know that's not true, so I'll ignore it. Let me address my comments to one man, the World Champion, Alfdogg. Alf, buddy, baby. I bet that title feels pretty heavy on your shoulder right about now. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" DREK I know, tell me about it! I mean, Alfdogg as World Champion? Please. The guy could barely beat a second-rate Randy Orton ripoff. COLE Look who's talking! COACH What? COLE Because...because they look alike, and all... COACH Would you shut up? DREK And you really think you're ready for me?! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" DREK Alfdogg, I am twice the wrestler you'll ever be. You won the title once on a fluke, and again on a lucky break. You had to work for a YEAR to get people to remember who you are. Me? I shot to the top, and I stayed there. To borrow a line from my good friend over there, the world will NEVER FORGET Drek Stone. And after the Battlebowl on Tuesday, I'll make sure of that. COLE Drek Stone, along with Hoff, is entered in the Battlebowl event... DREK Because it's just like Hoff said. I will be champion again. And just like last time, I will skyrocket to the top, and when I get there I will knock you off the top of the mountain. The OAOAST will have a real champion again. Drek lowers the mic to thump his chest, jawing with the fans before drawing the mic back up. DREK This Tuesday, it's the beginning of the end, Alf. And now, with no further ado, the next President of this company... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" DREK The man who will take us into the new era of wrestling... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" DREK Ladies and gentlemen........AX-EL!!!! Hoff comes out of the corner, applauding as Drek Stone hands Axel the mic. The Aussie native shakes hands with Drek, then laughs as Hoff throws his arm over Axel's shoulder, leaning on him and pointing with his free hand. COACH Ah, here we go! Axel clears his throat, then looks to his left, then his right, at either of his teammates. AXEL Well, gentlemen, I want to thank you both for saying what needed to be said. To be blunt, I don't have a lot left to say myself, but I want Billy Watts to listen for a tick. The fans cheer for Watts, causing Axel to roll his eyes. AXEL Now Billy Boy, you've heard what my boys have to say. You know what we can do, and you can see that we are deadly serious. So Bill...I'm begging you. Call off this farce. I'm giving you the chance right here, right now, to just hand me what is rightfully mine. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" COLE Is he serious? COACH It's a good offer! AXEL Bill, contrary to popular belief, I never wantred to hurt you. Well, maybe a little, but hey. The point is, I'm ready to forgive and forget. All I'm asking is what is rightfully mine, and ours. Suddenly, ‘Generic OAOAST Music’ hits the speakers, and to a HUGE pop out steps BILL WATTS! The aging cowboy has a resolute look on his face as he storms to the ring. In the ring, Axek smiles, Drek wrings his hands, and Hoff makes *spooooooky fingers* at the former President. COLE It's Bill Watts! Watts is here! COACH Here to surrender! I love it! COLE I don't think so, Coach! Watts climbs the steel steps, and then stops as Hoff holds the ropes open for him. Watts gives the big man a disgusted look, causing Hoff to laugh as he walks off. Watts steps through the ropes himself and, mic in hand, looks Axel square in the eye, Drek and Hoff flanking the Dark One. COLE Well Watts has something to say, at any rate! The crowd puts the unlikely chant of "BILL!" up as Watts scowls at Axel. WATTS Well boy, you sure got a lotta nerve. But I'm here to set you straight. I'm sure as hell not handing you a thing, Axel. You're not gonna bully me out of this fight. "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" WATTS And Hoff, big boy, I never did forget. I never forgot the man that I am! I'm no pushover, boys, and I don't let people fight my fights for me! So as of this moment, I will be JOINING Black T in the ring at the Captains' Fall match! The crowd ERUPTS. Hoff's jaw drops, and Drek look at the aging Watts incredulously. COLE WHAT?! I can't BELIEVE IT!! COACH Oh my gosh, NEITHER CAN I! BILL WATTS is going to fight THESE THREE?! Oh, this is too good. COLE Bill Watts putting his money where his mouth is! Through it all, though, Axel simply smiles his dark, evil smile. WATTS That's right! And you better wipe that smile off your face, boy! Watts SLAPS Axel!! The crowd goes WILD!! Drek and Hoff spring forward, but Axel, turning his head back to face Watts, holds them back. Axel laughs at the furious face of Bill Watts. AXEL Bill. Bill, Bill, Bill. You just made your last mistake. "BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" AXEL Stick around tonight, Billy Boy. After tonight, you'll see who all you're going up against, not that these men aren't enough. But you may want to reconsider. Watts smiles. WATTS Axel, m'boy, after tonight, YOU may want to reconsider. Axel looks Watts HARD in the eye. Watts stares right back. AXEL Well, good luck, Bill. You're gonna need it. I'm On a High hits the speakers, and Axel walks slowly past Watts, eyes locked with the former President. Axel steps out of the ring and onto the floor as Drek Stone passes Watts, sneering, and then Hoff, looking at Watts with a mean glare. Watts puffs up his chin, drawing a thin smile from Hoff, who mouths the words "I will break you" before following his partners out of the ring. COLE Well what a blockbuster announcement! BILL WATTS has joined Tony Brannigan and Dan Black on the board's team for the Captain's Fall match, the match that will decide the fate of this company! COACH Well you gotta hand it to the old man for courage, but Mikey, he's insane! He can't hang with these guys! COLE He's tougher than he looks, Coach, but we'll see who else ends up on his team! The recruiting, it sounds like, will start tonight! Drek, Axel, and Hoff walk backwards up the ramp, looking at Watts with anger, and confidence. Watts takes a deep breath as he stares the trio down. COACH Mikey, whoever Bill Watts gets for his team, they won't save him from Axel, or Drek Stone, or Hoff! COLE Those men making a statement. Folks, we've got a lot more between now and then. A great show tonight, and of course, the Battlebowl this Tuesday, the Fourth of July! COACH A whole lot going down, Mikey! COLE Real quick before we go to commercial, we have an announcement that was just handed to us from the OAOAST Board of Directors...before Alf meets Drek, or Hoff, or whoever it is that should win the Battlebowl, he's going to have one more go-around with Reject! COACH But this time, we'll wipe out all the controversy! COLE That's right, Coach, because at Battlebowl this Tuesday, it'll be Alf and Reject for the OAOAST World Heavyweight title, one-on-one, in a STEEL CAGE~! COACH Wow, that's huge! Alf may not even make it to Drek or Hoff! COLE An enormous announcement, indeed. Now, we'll be back after this commercial break! 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KingPK 0 Report post Posted June 30, 2006 As we return, the camera shows us "Mean" Gene Okerlund standing at his interview stage. "Mean" Gene: Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to present to you the NEW OAOAST Heartland Champion, Otaku II! Otaku's entrance theme, "All Along the Watchtower," starts up as Otaku walks over to Gene, wearing black pants and an OAOAST shirt, and his new belt around his waist. He shakes hands with Gene as the crowd cheers the man who finally took the belt away from "The Current Big Thing" Brock Ausstin. "Mean" Gene: Otaku, this is your first title here in the OAOAST. How does it feel to win such a presitgious title after a year of hard fought matches? Otaku: Gene, it feels really good. I spent months chasing after the Puerto Rican, only to come out on the short end of the stick, then I had to fight Vitaman X to get some respect, and now, I finally won this belt and got to get my revenge on Brock Ausstin. It took a lot of training, a lot of sweat, and a lot of sacrifice, but when Tim White handed me that belt..well...from previous experience, I was wondering if someone was going to screw me over, like what happened when Ayane and I won the GCW Tag Titles. But, thankfully, that didn't happen, and here I stand with this belt. Gene: Will you be defending the title tonight? Otaku: No, not tonight. I had a tough, grueling match against Brock on Sunday, and if I am going to be beaten, I want to know I gave the match my absolute best. However, I am issuing an open challenge for next week, to anyone on the OAOAST roster, or anyone else who would like a shot at this belt. I will be a fighting champion, I promise you that. Gene: Okay, now, Otaku, is there anything you would like to say to your fans? Otaku: Just one thing. Thank you, everyone who has followed me, who has supported me. It's been a long hard road, but finally, I have won a Singles Title, and I don't plan on losing it without one heck of a fight! The crowd roars its approval as Otaku unstraps the belt and holds it high as he walks from the interview stage back to the locker room. COACH Awwww, what a role model. Ugh, where's my vomit bag? COLE Come on Coach, Otaku gave it his all this past Sunday to defeat the monster Brock Ausstin, so I think he deserves a pat on the back for that accomplishment. COACH You go do that while I just sit here and wait for Brock to take his title back from this fluke champion. Great Angle Bash 2006! Order the replay, available ALL WEEK LONG ONLY on pay-per-view Cut to a shot of British heavyweight star Zane Maxwell, sitting in the crowd. He's wearing an all-black designer suit with sunglasses on his face and his brown hair combed perfectly. He basically ignores the camera in his face. COLE Before we go to the ring for our next bout, let's take a special video look at the man who you're looking at on your screen, former British Commonwealth Champion Zane Maxwell. Cut to a shot of the Union Jack flag waving, with the sound of horns playing... ZANE MAXWELL (Voiceover) My name is Zane Maxwell, and I come from Great Britain... A graphic displaying his name fades in over the Union Jack...then static takes over the screen, going into rapid-fire shots of Zane in-ring in the British carny leagues with generic rock music playing under it... ZANE MAXWELL Since I was seventeen years old, I've dominated every competitor in my path. (Cut to shots of him hitting people with many variations of the European uppercut.) ZANE MAXWELL I hold the record for most knockout victories in one year, as in 2002, I successfully knocked out over 150 opponents with my specialty strike, the European uppercut... (Cut to shots of Zane pinning opponents in many different ways) ZANE MAXWELL There's a reason I'm called "The Capturist" by some...I have mastered the art of pinning a man's shoulders to the mat for three seconds in many, many different ways, pulling from many different styles... (Cut to shots of Zane tapping opponents out with a hanging triangle choke) ZANE MAXWELL I rarely get desperate, as I'm a master tactician, but when I do, that baby's my back-up plan: the Snake Vine, a deadly triangle hold that'll kill in less than ten seconds unless you tap out to it. No escape, no mercy. (Cut to far-away shot of OAOAST Headquarters...zoom out, and Zane Maxwell's standing with the towers as a background) ZANE MAXWELL So, they say the OAOAST is the cream of the crop in professional wrestling, eh? Let's see them drink my tea... (Fade back to a wide-shot of the arena) COLE Well, after this bout, we'll get an interview with a man who looks to make his mark on the OAOAST, starting this Tuesday night at Battlebowl, in "The Capturist" Zane Maxwell! ::BELL RINGS:: BUFFER The following is set for one fall...already in the ring, from down the street....Jimmy Redding! (Redding, a black-haired, scrawny, pale man wearing a plain red singlet, raises his arm) ("Bloody Murderer" starts up, and out comes Gibraltar, led to the ring by Saint Andrew) BUFFER AND his opponent....he hails from Israel and weighs in tonight at a dominant 510 pounds...guided by Saint Andrew, he is GIIIIIIBRAAAAALTAAAAAR! Gibraltar wastes no time in marching down into the ring, climibing in quickly... COLE We're being joined for this contest at the booth by Saint Andrew...Andrew, as you get your headset on, we've got to know, why the hell did you have Gibraltar do to Colombian Heat what he did? If Heat's such a non-threat and Gibraltar's the baddest dog in the yard, why'd he have to sneak-attack him and possibly put Heat out of the sport? ANDREW You don't get it, Michael. I hear the laughter. I hear the catcalls. There are non-believers. ::BELL RINGS:: ANDREW There are non-believers in the audience...and more importantly, there are wrestlers in the back who think that Gibraltar's just some big goof who has two moves, and that I'm a caricature of a man who dresses up and laughs a lot. They think there's no gameplan here and that this operation is a flash in the pan. They're WRONG! Gibraltar immediately charges at Redding with a CRUSHING clothesline lariat in the corner! He pulls Redding out of the corner by palming the back of his head and shoving him into a bizarre short-arm clothesline! ANDREW Sunday wasn't about anyone being afraid of anyone else's skill in that ring. The Great Angle Bash was about showing what happens if you even THINK about defeating my monster! Gibraltar pulls Redding up and sends him off to the ropes with an Irish whip. Redding comes off of the ropes and runs right into a tilt-a-whirl into a powerbomb onto his knee! ANDREW Colombian Heat made the mistake of pissing us off! When he got that DQ win a few weeks ago, he officially became #1 on our hitlist, and we showed that when you make our hitlist, you might just DIE! Gibraltar then hooks Jimmy Redding in a huge full-nelson! Gibraltar spins his opponent around and around, almost like an inverted giant swing...around and around he goes...and Gibraltar finally lets go, hurling the young man upside-down, into a corner, where he lands head-first on the mat! ANDREW Sunday night was a message to all of those who think that we came back just to "fill a slot on the mid-card" or "make some new guys look good". We're coming after the World Heavyweight Title, and we're coming swiftly! Gibraltar pulls Redding up by the throat... ANDREW This Tuesday night, July the 4th...Gibraltar's going to explode onto Battlebowl with whatever partner we get drawn, he'll dominate, and he'll go on to get a shot at, then WIN the World Heavyweight Championship! Gibraltar lifts him in the air with ease, and drops him with a devastating Chokebreaker! He goes for the cover... ONE! TWO! THREE! *BELL RINGS* BUFFER Your winner of the match...GIIIIBRAAAAALTAAAAAR! ANDREW If you'll excuse me, I've got a future World Champion to congratulate... Saint Andrew leaves the broadcast booth, where he orders Gibraltar to unhand Jimmy Redding, who he was about to punish even more with a Dominator onto the apron! Gibraltar steps over the top rope and to the floor, where he's angrily led to the back by the mind of the operation, Saint Andrew... COACH Wow...I would not want to be the men drawn against that beast on Tuesday night! Right now, let's go to Josh Matthews, who's at ringside with the afformentioned British sensation, Zane Maxwell! Take it Josh! Cut to a two-shot of Josh Matthews standing in front of the guardrail, with Zane Maxwell standing behind it from his seat in the front row, with his nose in the air, his left arm behind his back, and his right flashing a peace sign... JOSH Ladies and gentlemen, you're looking at the newest face on the OAOAST scene, former four-time British Commonwealth Heavyweight Champion and two-time former Britannica Catch-as-Catch-Can Champion, "The Capturist" Zane Maxwell...Zane, your thoughts on the hot action you've gotten to see so far, as you prepare for your debut in singles, non-tournament competition at Battlebowl this Tuesday night?!?! ZANE MAXWELL "Hot action"? Young man, you mean to tell me that the stuff that this company's put on so far tonight has been "hot action"? I've heard for five years now, while dominating the European professional wrestling scene, about how this company has been innovating and dominating the sport of pro wrestling. But, from what I've seen tonight and via the digital video discs that they've provided me with since I signed my lucrative contract to grapple for this promotion, they're dumping feces upon and completely ruining the sport that I love! (CROWD BOOS) ZANE MAXWELL Hear the boos? They're from fans who come to be entertained only. (looks into camera) Guess what? This is professional WRESTLING. This isn't professional "talk, gab, and bitch". In my continent, wrestlers are men...they're REAL athletes! Over here, they're freaks, they're broads with penis envy, theyt're terrible, soap-opera reject actors; they're the scum of the earth! This promotion has officially not just aimed their target audience to be the lowest common denominator...they've put the lowest common denominator on their television and promoted them as this country's top grappling athletes! It absolutely disgusts me that these blokes are making top dollar, while real athletes across the world struggle to make a living at times! Come this Tuesday, I'll do my country, my continent, and my fellow athletes proud...I'll WRESTLE my way to the top of this company. It's a shame they don't have me in that silly little "Battlebowl" nonsense...I used to fight multiple men all the time in the Motherland on the same night. A few in the ring, then a few at the pub afterwards, defending the honor of the sport I love. But either way, I'll grapple my way up the ladder of success and become the future OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion! Tally-ho! JOSH This has been Josh Matthews...you can catch the debut of "The Capturist" Zane Maxwell THIS Tuesday night on OAOAST Battlebowl, a special OAOAST production! More to come, here on HeldDOWN~! The cameras are now showing us the parking lot, and what is inaudible soon comes into distance, as a yellow Hummer, blasting music so loudly you'd think it was part of a competition to break the sound barrier, comes careening into the parking lot. The doors swing open, and out hop the NEW OAOAST World Six Man Tag Team Champions, THE HOOLIGANS~! "Awwww yeah, it's about to go down TONIGHT, dawg!" mouths Jamie O'Hara, who is walking with a slight limp, as these three were all put through hell Sunday night during the first ever Ultimate Punishment matchup. The trio starts to walk into the arena, when all of a sudden... "HEY! YOU! HOOLIGANS!" "Are there three people yelling at us?" asks Static, incredulously. Sure enough, their are, as Nick, Rick, and Dick Garner, The Triple Threat, are in the parking lot, their first appearance since being vanquished by The Wildcards a while ago, losing the World Six Man Titles in the process. "Well look what we have here, it's the cast of Multiplicity!" quips Static, drawing the ire of the triplets. "What can we do for you...and you...and you?" "YOU MIGHT THINK YOU'RE FUNNY!" shouts Dick. "BUT YOU HAVE OUR TITLES NOW!" snarls Rick. "AND WE WANT THEM BACK" all three Garners shout. The Hooligans just look at each other, and Jax and O'Hara are ready to go, but Static remains diplomatic. "Guys...we've just been through hell. We've been cut, tossed, thrown, slammed, scraped, burned, broken, and we're sore. So...if you want these belts..." Static takes his strap, holding it in both hands, and looking down at it. "...you can HAVE THEM!" Static lunges forward, blasting Rick Garner with a beltshot and knocking him to the concrete! The remaining members of both teams jump forward, leaping into action, as a donnybrook has broken out in the parking lot! Security rushes out of the arena, quickly forming a wall between the two teams, as Nick and Dick help their brother up, who is now bleeding from above the eye. "THIS AIN'T OVER, HOOLIGANS!" shouts Nick. "WE'RE COMIN' BACK FOR YOU!" growls Dick. "All right, Mary, Kate, and Ashley, we'll see you soon." says Static, causing Jax to laugh out loud. "Frickin' A, the bloody clone clan grew their pairs now haven't they?" asks O'Hara. "Yeah, well we'll see if they got 'em next week when we're all nice and refreshed." "...that reminds me, Scotty." "Sup, J-Dawg?" "If they gave us the night off...what the hell we doin' at the bloody arena anyways?" Static looks at Jax, who looks at O'Hara, who looks back to Static. Simultaneously, all three shrug, and start heading back for their truck, shouting as they go on their way... "IT'S A CELEBRATION, BITCHES~!" Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted June 30, 2006 COLE Fans, last Sunday at The Great Angle Bash, “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican took on Thunderkid in a great match. However, for most of you fans at home, you were unable to see this match live as it happened. That’s because this crazy weather that we’ve been having knocked out our signal just as the match began. Luckily, cameras were still rolling, so we have the entire match, in its entirety, on tape, and we are about to show it to you now. So ladies and gentlemen, here it is, the uncut, unedited match between Thunderkid and “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican which took place last Sunday night, June 25, 2006, at OAOAST The Great Angle Bash 2006. Enjoy. The OAOAST HeldDOWN~! logo flashes across the screen. A small caption on the bottom right hand corner of the screen reminds us that this is from OAOAST THE GREAT ANGLE BASH 2006 LAST SUNDAY AVAILIABLE SOON ON OAOAST HOME VIDEO. Let’s go to “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican/Thunderkid match just as it starts: The lights go down in the arena. A Puerto Rican flag appears on the AngleTron. In big white blocky letters, the following words appear on the screen, with Tha Puerto Rican saying them: *THE CHAMP IS HERE!* ”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” With that, a lightning bolt hits the entrance, the PRL entrance video plays on the AngleTron, and "Know Your Role '99" begins playing, with the crowd standing up and booing. PR is heard saying "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" throughout the song, while smoke fills the entryway and the lights flicker on and off in the entrance. A few seconds elapsed, and out from the curtains and through the smoke comes "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican, his girlfriend, Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, wearing her hair down, a black tanktop, black plaid skirt, chains on her arms and neck, and black combat boots, and manager and "Career Consultant" Stephen Joseph Popick. The crowds' boos get louder. PR looks at the crowd with a smirk on his face, jawing with some fans. PR now has spiky hair, and is clean-shaven for the first time in…well ever. He is also wearing his Puerto Rican flag facepaint, as he always does on pay-per-view. Popick raises the Corporate Champion belt over his head and laughs evilly. PRL looks at Popick and Lindsay, and the three of them begin their walk across the entrance ramp to the ring. *DING DING DING* MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a sixty-minute time limit. Introducing first, coming to the ring at this time. Accompanied to the ring by the 1st Lady of The Lightning Crew, Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, and his manager and “Career Consultant” Stephen Joseph Popick. From San Juan, Puerto Rico. Weighing in at 220 lbs. He is the leader of The Lightning Crew. “The Corporate Champion” THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICCCCCCCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN ! PRL mugs for the camera, talking about how The Great Angle Bash is his pay-per-view because of the red, white, and blue decorations at the entrance (there will be red, white, and blue decorations at the entrance, right?), even though the colors are meant to represent the American flag, and not the Puerto Rican flag. Chants of "P.R. SUCKS!" fill the arena as PRL and Popick continue their walk to the ring. COLE PRL, after a two-month absence, is back on pay-per-view, and he’s going head-to-head with the one and only Thunderkid. COACH PRL and Thunderkid have had quite a few confrontations in the past 2 months. It all started back at Living Anglelously, when Tha Puerto Rican interfered during the Reject and Thunderkid No Holds Barred Match. The Great Angle Bash logo flashes across the screen, and we see footage of the Thunderkid/Reject No Holds Barred Match from Living Anglelously on April 30, 2006. TK then grabs the chair, as Reject begs off. The crowd starts to cheer loudly, as TK raises the chair in the air! Reject rolls out of the ring, and TK gives chase into the crowd! They run past the beer kegs again, then back through the entryway, where Reject trips and falls in the aisleway. He begs off of TK again, when suddenly, someone grabs the chair from TK! TK turns around, and receives a headshot from...THA PUERTO RICAN??? COACH MY MAN!!! COLE WHAT? What the HELL is PRL doing out here??? The crowd boos LOUDLY as PRL looks down on TK and smiles, before throwing the chair down and going backstage. CABOOSE What is going ON here? COLE I don't know, what motive would PRL have to ambush TK like that? The Great Angle Bash logo flashes across the screen again, and now we see footage of the Heartland Sunday Detention Challenge Match for the OAOAST Heartland Championship from School’s Out on May 29, 2006. COACH PRL was suspended for the month of May, but he still managed to make an appearance at School’s Out on May 29th, attacking Thunderkid once again during the Heartland Sunday Detention Challenge for the OAOAST Heartland Championship! TK has followed Rodriguez into the gym, where he tosses him into the bleachers. However, as he starts to set him up for a big move, THA PUERTO RICAN sneaks up from behind with a low blow! COLE PRL??? How did he get in there? PRL then drags TK down and drops him with the CORPORATE NIGHTMARE~!!!!!11111 TK is out like a light, and PRL drags Rodriguez on top of him! 1... 2... 3!!! COACH OH YEAH! COLE Oh, no! Thomas Rodriguez has scored a pin! PRL drags the bloodied TK over to the wall, and tosses him next to the wall behind the bleachers. He then goes over to the wall, and hits the switch, and the bleachers start to close! COLE Oh, come on now! CABOOSE Are they really going to close those bleachers on him? COLE There's room to move back there, but TK is trapped now! COACH More brains over brawn! COLE Just over five minutes to go in this match, and TK's window of opportunity closing just like those bleachers did! PRL departs the building, as Rodriguez runs towards the equipment room with Spanish Fly chasing him down! Fly hammers away, then tosses Rodriguez back out into the gym! Rodriguez makes another getaway, heading for the library once again. He goes in and locks the door, so Fly runs around out of the gym and through the teachers' lounge, and catches Rodriguez as he's trying to go out the window! The Great Angle Bash logo flashes across the screen again. This time we see footage of Tha Puerto Rican fighting Alfdogg for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship in the main event of the June 1, 2006 episode of OAOAST HeldDOWN~!. COLE Thunderkid ended up losing the match, and some say it was because of Tha Puerto Rican! PRL said the reason he attacked Thunderkid was to get Alfdogg’s attention, and therefore get a World Title shot. Well, he got his World Title shot, on the June 1st HeldDOWN~!, taking on Alfdogg in the main event. And it looked like PRL would have the match and the Title won. PRL signals the end, and grabs Alf, setting up the CORPORATE NIGHTMARE~!!!!!11111...however, as he starts to perform the move, Thunderkid hops out of the crowd and blasts him over the back with a chair! The referee immediately calls for the bell, disqualifying Alf! *DING DING DING* PRL turns over, and sees TK looking down on him, and immediately starts to beg off! COACH Ho, boy! TK, you really saved Alf's ass tonight! COLE TK has arrived, and you know PRL's cheap shots are fresh in his mind! TK starts to raise the chair in the air, when Vitamin X and the Cuban Wall rush down to the ring! TK meets VX with a shot to the head, then sends a shot to the gut of Wall, and slams the chair across his back! Mr. Boricua slides into the ring and catches one in the back, as well, as Alf uses a belly-to-belly to send VX right over the top to the floor! PRL slides out, as TK and Alf send Wall and Boricua over the top on opposite sides of the ring with stereo clotheslines! COLE And Alf and TK stand in the ring! COACH Alf's not standing all that tall! He better pray to God that PRL NEVER gets a rematch! The LC guys stand in the aisle, as Alf and TK stare them down from the ring. The Great Angle Bash logo flashes across the screen again. This time we see footage of the June 8, 2006 episode of HeldDOWN~!, when Thunderkid took on Cuban Wall one-on-one. COLE PRL would get his revenge the very next week, when he had Thunderkid take on the 6’7” 285 pound Cuban Wall one-on-one. It was during this match, that Tha Puerto Rican unveiled the Corporate Champion belt. A “trophy” that Stephen Joseph Popick gave him that was shaped like a wrestling title belt as a way of celebrating the fact that PRL is the Corporate Champion. Please. Give me a break. THUNDERBOLT DDT~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111111111111111111111111111111 “YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE Thunderbolt DDT! Thunderbolt DDT on Cuban Wall! Thunderkid just gave the 6’7” 285 pound Cuban Wall the Thunderbolt DDT! I don’t believe it! COACH The 6’3” 255 pound Thunderkid just managed to give the 6’7” 285 pound Cuban Wall his finishing move! Now is his chance! He can go for the win here! However, the Thunderbolt DDT took a lot of energy out of Thunderkid, so he rests on the mat. Cuban Wall is in pain. The crowd is still cheering. Just then, STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK runs down the entrance ramp, surprising the fans that haven’t seen him since April! COLE What the? Popick? What is he doing here? CABOOSE I’d like that question answered myself! Stephen Joseph gets on the ring apron, distracting Earl Hebner. He argues with Hebner as the crowd boos, knowing something is up. Thunderkid is starting to get up, while Cuban Wall is out cold. COLE Hey—hey! The crowd starts booing again as from out of nowhere Tha Puerto Rican shows up…holding a championship belt. Earl Hebner is still arguing with Stephen Joseph, so he doesn’t notice when Tha Puerto Rican SMASHES the championship belt on the back of Thunderkid’s head! COLE What the hell? What? What’s PRL holding? COACH It looks like a belt! COLE But what belt? PRL doesn’t hold any title! CABOOSE Except the greatest wrestler ever title! Thunderkid is stunned, but not out. So PRL waits for Thunderkid to face his direction… ::BELTSHOT on Thunderkid!:: Thunderkid goes down! COLE PRL just knocked out Thunderkid! But with what? CABOOSE I don’t know, but I like it! Tha Puerto Rican and his belt leave the ring. Thunderkid is out cold. Stephen Joseph finally gets off the ring apron to join up with Puerto. Earl Hebner sees that Thunderkid is out cold, but as usual, thinks nothing of it. PR and Popick walk up the entrance ramp with smirks on their faces. Meanwhile, Cuban Wall has started crawling towards Thunderkid. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COLE Cuban Wall is crawling over to Thunderkid! He’s going to steal this victory! Damn it! Damn it! CABOOSE Meh, what are you going to do? Cuban Wall continues crawling over until he is on top of Thunderkid. Referee Earl Hebner makes the count amidst loud boos. COLE Oh no! 1… 2… 2 ½ 2.9999999999999999999999999999999 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KIICCCCCKKKKKKKKKKOUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111 COLE No! That wasn’t enough either! Oh my! CABOOSE Oh you gotta be kidding me! COACH I can’t believe Thunderkid kicked out of that! PRL must be so pissed! And indeed he is pissed. Popick and PRL are puzzled that Thunderkid kicked out despite being hit in the head twice with a belt. Despite the kickout, Thunderkid is still in pain, so Cuban Wall doesn’t have much of a problem, picking Thunderkid up and lifting him up onto his right shoulder. WALLBREAKER! COLE Wallbreaker! Wallbreaker on Thunderkid! Thunderkid screams out in pain. He convulses on the mat, while Cuban Wall gets up. He glares angrily at Thunderkid, and then bounces off the ropes, jumping up, and crashing down with The Lightning Crew Splash! COLE And now The Lightning Crew Splash! The Lightning Crew Splash finds its mark on Thunderkid! CABOOSE Yes, yes. This is good. Very good. Cuban Wall has managed to silence the crowd. He covers Thunderkid, making sure to hook his right leg. Earl Hebner counts. 1… 2… 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* (9:53) COLE And Cuban Wall wins one for The Lightning Crew and Tha Puerto Rican! MR. BURNS Excellent. “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Royds starts playing. Cuban Wall gets up. Earl Hebner goes to raise his hands, but Wall swats at him. BUFFER Here is your winner…CUBANNNNNN WALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL! “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph Popick both applaud Wall. PRL holds up his championship belt, although the camera cannot get a good look at it. The OAOAST The Great Angle Bash 2006 logo flashes across the screen one final time, and we return to live action as Tha Puerto Rican is in the ring. He does the HBK-muscle pose while pyro goes off behind him. The crowd is still booing loudly and chanting, “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PRL heads to a second turnbuckle and raises his hands. Stephen Joseph Popick raises the Corporate Champion belt behind him. PR heads to another second turnbuckle and raises his hands again. Popick raises the Corporate Champion belt behind PRL once again. COACH And that brings us to tonight. Tha Puerto Rican and Thunderkid haven’t crossed paths much since June 1st, but PRL and Reject DID defeat Alfdogg and Thunderkid last Thursday on HeldDOWN~!, with PRL pinning the World Heavyweight Champion! COLE PRL did what he couldn’t do four weeks ago, pinning Alfdogg to win the match for his team. And now tonight, he’ll get a chance to pin the other member of that team, Thunderkid, when they collide one-on-one at The Great Angle Bash! PRL hits a third second turnbuckle and raises his hands in the air and “smells the electricity” a’la The Rock. Popick raises the Corporate Champion belt behind PRL. PRL does the same Rock pose on the fourth second turnbuckle, receiving boos. Tha Puerto Rican gets off the ropes, removes his sunglasses and earring, and chats with Popick and Lindsay while the lights go back on in the arena and “Know Your Role ‘99” continues playing. PRL holds the Corporate Champion belt for a few seconds, using the belt as a mirror to fix his hair. COLE PRL has Stephen Joseph and Lindsay Gonzalez accompanying him tonight. Both have helped him win matches in the past, and you can bet they will make their presence known tonight! COACH You bet. PRL, Lindsay, and Popick laugh at something. Popick holds the Corporate Champion belt again. “Know Your Role ‘99” dies down as PRL, Popick, and Lindsay wait for Thunderkid. THA PUERTO RICAN All right, bring that jabroni out here! The crowd is buzzing in anticipation. The lights go down in the arena. Smoke appears in the entryway, while yellow strobe lights appear throughout the entrance. The crowd cheers loudly. Thunderkid comes out to a nice pop from the crowd. He doesn’t acknowledge the crowd; instead he just walks across the entrance ramp while “God Of Thunder” by KISS starts playing. BUFFER And his opponent. From Green Bay, Wisconsin. Weighing in at 255 lbs. He is a former OAOAST North American Champion. He…is…THUNDERKI— PRL does a SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO THUNDERKID ON THE OUTSIDE! COLE OH MY! PRL crashes onto Thunderkid, but gets up a few seconds later. The lights go back on in the arena, and “God Of Thunder” by KISS dies down, as PRL picks up Thunderkid and starts punching him in the face. COLE PRL starting the match early! COACH What a surprise attacking from The Corporate Champ! Puerto is still beating on TK while Popick and Lindsay cheer him on. But suddenly, TK fights back, nailing Puerto Rican with several lefts and rights to the face! COLE Thunderkid is making the comeback! TK whips PRL into the ropes on the outside, and then fires with a clothesline knocking PR down on the ramp! TK picks PR up and then throws him into the ring. TK follows, so referee Charles Robinson calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN (with Stephen Joseph Popick and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez) vs. THUNDERKID Thunderkid picks up Tha Puerto Rican. He gives PRL some forearm shots to the head and then whips him into a turnbuckle. Thunderkid charges, and nails PR with a clothesline that takes PR off his feet. PRL stumbles out of the turnbuckle, right into a belly-to-back suplex from Thunderkid! TK covers PR! 1… 2… KICK OUT! COLE Thunderkid is in control as we start this matchup! TK picks up Tha Puerto Rican…but gets a thumb to the eye for his troubles! PR uses this time to get up on his own. He hits TK with a Rock-style punch to the face! But then TK fires back with a right hand! PRL fires back with another Rock punch! Thunderkid with a right! PR! Thunderkid! PR! Thunderkid! PR! Thunderkid! NO! PR ducks, and then grabs TK, giving him a back suplex! COLE Nice counter by Tha Puerto Rican! The Corporate Champ gets up, and starts kicking Thunderkid, shaky leg style. PR sneers at the crowd, and then starts doing some Million $ fist drops onto the forehead of Thunderkid. The crowd starts booing loudly. The boos get louder when P.R. bounces off the ropes, stops, shakes his shoulders, dusts his right shoulder off, and then drops another fist onto Thunderkid to complete the Five Knuckle Shuffle! PRL gets up and bows for the crowd. “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Stephen Joseph and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez applaud Tha Puerto Rican. COLE Ugh. What arrogance from The Corporate Champ! “The Corporate Champion” picks Thunderkid up. He whips him into the turnbuckle—whip reversed—PRL does a Flair Flip onto the ring apron. He then runs across the ring and gets on the top rope. He waits for Thunderkid to turn around, and when he does, P.R. leaps off the top with a flying crossbody!…which is turned into a powerslam when Thunderkid catches him! COLE Thunderkid caught him! Thunderkid turning the flying crossbody into a powerslam! COACH That didn’t go according to plan for Tha Puerto Rican! Thunderkid gets on his knees and holds PRL’s head up, so that he can start punching him repeatedly in the face. PR starts becoming dazed and confused, which causes concern for Popick and Lindsay. TK picks Puerto up and gives him a vertical suplex! TK then bounces off the ropes, and leaps up, driving a knee into PRL’s face! The cover! 1… 2… PRL kicks out! ‘Kid picks up PRL again. He whips Puerto into the ropes, and then kicks him in the gut. Thunderkid bounces off the ropes, and follows with a bicycle kick! TK covers Puerto again…and gets a two count! COLE Thunderkid is just unrelenting with his assault on Tha Puerto Rican! COACH He wants PRL to pay for those sneak attacks! TK picks up PRL once again. Falcon Arrow! Thunderkid then exits the ring and climbs the top rope. The crowd starts to get anxious. COLE What’s he going to do now? COACH I don’t know, but it won’t be good for Tha Puerto Rican! Thunderkid perches himself on the top rope. However, Tha Puerto Rican was able to get on his knees during TK’s climb, and has made it to the ropes. PR runs into the ropes, causing Thunderkid to lose his balance and crotch himself on the top rope! “AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” COACH Dag dude. That hurts. I know, as that area has caused me lots of pain more than once. P.R.L. gets up, using the ropes. Popick is quit to tell PRL to continue the attack. PRL punches Thunderkid in the face. He does it again. PRL then climbs the top rope. He punches TK in the face again, and then places him in a facelock. The crowd starts booing. PRL grabs Thunderkid’s left arm and places it over his head. He taunts the crowd, laughing evilly. But then, Thunderkid gets a sudden burst of energy and shoves PRL off the top onto the mat! “YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” COLE PRL is on the mat! Thunderkid is at the top! Thunderkid stands up on the top rope. With PRL in the middle of the ring on the mat, TK decides there’s no better time than now to jump off the top rope… and do the SWANTON BOMB! COLE Swanton Bomb! Swanton Bomb on Tha Puerto Rican! The crowd cheers. Thunderkid covers Tha Puerto Rican. COACH This could be it! 1…2…PRL PUTS HIS RIGHT SHOULDER UP! COLE And no it’s not. COACH Damn! TK is disappointed, but still continues the match. He picks up PRL, places him in a facelock, puts his right arm over his head, grabs the tights, and goes for another suplex—NO! PRL blocks it…and then rolls him up! ONE! TWO! No! PRL and Thunderkid get up at the same time. TK kicks PRL in the gut. He goes for a suplex, lifting PR up—but PRL escapes behind Thunderkid! PRL pushes Thunderkid into the ropes, and then rolls him up! ONE! TWO! THREE! NOT! Thunderkid kicks out, causing PRL to get launched OVER THE TOP ROPE and onto the floor! COLE Oh my! Look at the power of Thunderkid! Launching PRL to the outside! PRL is kissing the floor. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez and Stephen Joseph go to check on him. Charles Robinson starts his 10 count. But then Thunderkid leaves the ring. He goes to pick up PRL, but is stopped by Popick. Popick threatens bodily harm, so TK lunges at him, and Popick runs away. COLE Look at that coward Popick! That’s a former World Champion right there! But that little distraction actually helps PRL, as he nails Thunderkid with a STIFF uppercut to the jaw! PRL punches Thunderkid some more, and then grabs him and rams TK into the barricade! He does it two more times for good measure. Lindsay applauds her man, and receives a kiss on the lips for it. COACH Man, would I love to kiss those luscious pout lips. COLE Keep it in your pants, Coach. Puerto Rican throws Thunderkid back into the ring, while the crowd chants, “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” PR looks at the crowd, and then proceeds with the shaky leg kicks all over Thunderkid’s body. THA PUERTO RICAN DO I SUCK NOW!? “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” P.R. laughs off the booing and the cursing and picks Thunderkid up. He whips him into the ropes, and follows with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! PRL holds on to make it a surfboard stretch for a few seconds, and then drops Thunderkid to the mat. PRL trash talks, and then bounces off the ropes, leaping up, and then dropping down with an elbow to the face! COLE That was kind of like a mini version of the Corporate Elbowdrop, wasn’t it Coach? COACH Indeed. PRL covers Thunderkid. It gets two. PRL Son of a… The Corporate Champ gets up and goes back to the shaky leg kicks while the crowd goes back to chanting PRL’s favorite chant in the whole wide world. Puerto Rican picks Thunderkid up, and then gives him an Irish whip into the ropes. PR follows with a drop toehold. PRL holds onto the feet, and then grabs Thunderkid by his head and lifts him up—while still holding the feet! PRL pulls back on Thunderkid, and then applies a chinlock on him—while still holding the feet! The crowd is shocked at this unique submission move. COLE Good God! What is that? COACH I don’t know! I’ve never seen PRL bust this move before! COLE Whatever it’s called, it looks like its hurting Thunderkid badly! Indeed. Thunderkid is screaming out in pain as PRL pulls back on his head, stretching his body back as far as he can. PRL laughs evilly, while the crowd starts clapping in unison. POPICK BEAUTIFUL! BEAUTIFUL SUBMISSION MOVE, PUERTO! MS. LINDSAY GONZALEZ YEAH! THAT’S MY MAN! THAT’S MY BOO! PRL turns the chinlock into a facelock—while still holding the feet! PRL HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GIVE UP THUNDERKID! JUST GIVE UP! COLE This is amazing! The pain Thunderkid must be going through! His body is all contorted! CHARLES ROBINSON Do you give up? THUNDERKID NOOOOOOOOOO! The crowd chants, “THUN-DER-KID! THUN-DER-KID! THUN-DER-KID! THUN-DER-KID!” Puerto tells the crowd to shut up, but they don’t listen. Thunderkid flails his arms around, trying to get the crowd to chant louder. They appear to work as TK elbows PRL in the head! He does it again! And again! And again! Finally, PRL lets go, but the submission move did its job. COLE Thunderkid finally out of that tortuous submission move. COACH And hopefully, it didn’t hurt him too bad! COLE Right. Thunderkid and PRL take some time to get to their feet. But when they do, Thunderkid charges. HOWEVER, PRL ducks the charge, runs towards Thunderkid, and fires with the Johnny-Go-Round (Johnny from the Spirit Squad’s cool looking spinning wheel kick)! COACH DODGE THIS, BITCH~! COLE W-What? COACH That’s the name of that move. It’s called DODGE THIS, BITCH~! COLE Oh. I see. COACH You see, because, you can’t block that move. You can’t dodge it. You’re going to get hit with it no matter what. COLE I get it Coach. I get it. PRL gets up. He stands over the fallen Thunderkid. He jumps up, and jams both knees onto Thunderkid’s back. PRL grabs Thunderkid’s hands and gets on his back, pulling Thunderkid onto his knees, pulling the arms! COLE PR has Thunderkid stretched across his back! COACH Thunderkid may be 6’3”, but the 5’9” Puerto Rican is stretching him like he was 4’11”! PRL pulls back as Lindsay Gonzalez and Stephen Joseph look on. Charles Robinson asks if TK gives up, but TK, despite being in pain, refuses to quit. The crowd comes alive, clapping in unison. PRL laughs evilly. COLE Tha Puerto Rican is targeting Thunderkid’s back! He wants to make sure Thunderkid cannot do any of his finishers! Thunderkid tries to move, desperately trying to escape the painful submission move. And he does escape, shifting his body weight so that he’s on top of PRL! 1! 2! NO DICE! Both men get up. PRL with a flying clothesline on Thunderkid! The Corporate Champ picks up the former OAOAST North American Champion. Rock punch to the head! PRL whips Thunderkid into the ropes, and follows with a Samoan Drop! Afterwards, PRL applauds himself, causing the crowd to boo. “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” COLE PRL is in control of a former North American Champion, a belt PRL held for 5 months back in 2003! PRL gets up and taunts the crowd. He spits in their general vicinity. Puerto picks up Thunderkid, who is now winded and sweating bullets, and gives him a bodyslam. P.R. then turns Thunderkid over onto his stomach. The crowd starts buzzing; knowing something special is coming up next. PR exits the ring and climbs the top rope. PR removes his left elbow pad and throws it to the crowd. PR then jumps off the top rope, does the “Up yours!” hand gesture in mid-air, and nails Thunderkid in the back with a picture perfect Corporate Elbowdrop! COLE Corporate Elbowdrop from Tha Puerto Rican! One of PRL’s signature moves! Tha Puerto Rican turns Thunderkid over. He covers him, hooking the leg. 1…2….KICK OUT! By now, ¾ of PRL’s Puerto Rican flag facepaint is gone. He wipes the sweat off his forehead. And laughs. “THUN-DER-KID! THUN-DER-KID! THUN-DER-KID! THUN-DER-KID!” PRL mutters, “Chant that all you want, he’s not going to win.” Popick puts the Corporate Champion belt in front of him to remind PRL that he is the Corporate Champion. Puerto Rican picks TK up. Puerto grabs TK’s right arm and twists it into a hammerlock. PR wenches the arm, getting screams out of Thunderkid. PRL turns it into an arm-bar. COACH It’s move #193: Arm-BAR. PRL walks towards the ropes while still holding Thunderkid’s right arm with his left hand. PR climbs the top rope, still holding the arm. He walks a few feet, and then moves to the left, and moves to the right, before jumping off the top rope, grabbing Thunderkid with his legs, and delivering a hurricarana to him to a pop from the crowd! COLE Hurricarana! What a move from Tha Puerto Rican! COACH Excellent athleticism by Tha Puerto Rican! Using the ropes for that extra bit of spring in his step! The hurricarana has weakened Thunderkid even more! Popick and Lindsay applaud. Thunderkid is on the mat, but P.R. decides to play to the crowd instead. P.R. finally covers Thunderkid. 1…2….SHOULDER UP. PRL COME ON! “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican picks up Thunderkid. He puts him in a facelock. COLE Here it comes. PRL gives Thunderkid a vertical suplex. He rolls through, and delivers another vertical suplex on Thunderkid. He rolls through again, and lifts TK up for a third vertical suplex. However, he holds Thunderkid up in the air. The crowd applauds PRL for how long he’s holding Thunderkid up in the air. PR does the “You Can’t See Me!” hand gesture…and then DRILLS TK with a Brainbuster! COLE Whoa! PRL changed things up a bit! Instead of the slingshot suplex, he did a brainbuster on Thunderkid! COACH Yo~! PRL covers Thunderkid. 1… 2… KICK OUT! PRL picks TK up. Russian Legsweep. Cover! 1! 2! Kick out! PRL slams the mat in frustration. He picks up the weak Thunderkid and whips him into the ropes—Thunderkid reverses—PRL fires back with a flying forearm. KIP UP~! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COLE Oh boy. We’re on the home stretch now. PRL is setting up for the Corporate Nightmare! By now, almost all of PR’s Puerto Rican flag facepaint is gone. Thunderkid is on the mat. PRL heads to a turnbuckle…and starts stomping his right foot. COLE PRL is “tuning up the band”. It could be time for the Sweet Chin Music! COACH Sweet Chin Music on Thunderkid? PRL is still stomping his right foot. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. Thunderkid is starting to get up. PRL is still stomping his right foot, egging him on. POPICK COME ON! COME ON! COLE If he hits it, Thunderkid’s one step away from a Corporate Nightmare! Thunderkid is on one knee. PRL is getting antsy. Thunderkid gets to his feet, albeit slowly. TK is dazed, weak, and out of breath. He checks his head, with PRL smiling evilly behind him. Thunderkid turns around… *KA-POW~!* And gets hit with the SWEET CHIN MUSIC! COLE Sweet Chin Music! The Sweet Chin Music connects on Thunderkid! COACH And he is down and out! It looks like TK is out cold, lying flat on the mat. PRL laughs evilly, and then looks at the crowd. “THAT’S IT!” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COLE That’s the signal for the Corporate Nightmare! PRL’s going to go for it! COACH Uh-oh! Thunderkid is in trouble! PRL smiles evilly as he eyes Thunderkid, getting ready to deliver the Corporate Nightmare. The crowd boos loudly. Stephen Joseph Popick and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez anxiously await the finisher. COLE Thunderkid now getting to his feet. He has no idea what’s behind him! COACH Look at PRL. Stalking Thunderkid. Taunting him. He’s doing this because he knows he can. He’s got Thunderkid right where he wants him to be. It makes me sick! TK gets to one knee. PRL is antsy waiting for him to get up. POPICK GET UP MAN! GET UP! LINDSAY YEAH! Thunderkid slowly, very slowly gets up. He is breathing hard, tired, and hurt. He stands up, PRL right behind him, and turns around. KICK! WHAM! CAUGHT! T-BONE SUPLEX! COLE T-Bone Suplex! Thunderkid just gave PRL a T-Bone Suplex! He’s showing signs of life again! Thunderkid and Tha Puerto Rican are lying on the mat. The crowd has come alive once again. Thunderkid gets up first. He picks up PRL, and forearms him in the face. TK then whips PRL into a turnbuckle. PRL hits the turnbuckle sternum first. Thunderkid walks over to PRL and punches him in the face. He then sits PRL on the top turnbuckle. Thunderkid punches PRL again. Popick and Lindsay start to panic. COLE What’s Thunderkid going to do now? Thunderkid climbs the bottom rope. Then the second rope. Thunderkid puts PRL in a facelock, and then puts his left arm over his head. He then grabs PRL’s tights. However, Tha Puerto Rican springs to life, nailing TK with a punch to the face! TK almost falls, but hangs on. PR punches him again. PR punches him a few more times, and then grabs Thunderkid by his head and SLAMS his head on the top turnbuckle! PRL does it again for good measure. TK’s head rests on the top turnbuckle. So, PRL stands up on the top rope, a sneer on his face. The crowd starts buzzing, wondering what PR is going to do now. SUNSET FLIP INTO A POWERBOMB~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111111111111111111111111111111! COACH YO~! The crowd is shocked at what PRL just did. And the impact was so hard that the ring shook! Popick is jumping up and down with joy. COLE Incredible move! Incredible move by Tha Puerto Rican! Could this be all? 1… 2… 2 ½ 2.9999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE No! No it’s not! No it’s not! Thunderkid still has some life left in him! COACH I can’t believe it! I can’t believe what PRL just did! Can we see a replay of that? PRL is fucking PISSED that Thunderkid kicked out! While he throws a temper tantrum in the ring, we see a replay of PRL’s sunset flip powerbomb on Thunderkid from different angles. COACH Look at the impact! Look at how the ring shook! It literally shook! That was some INCREDIBLE velocity on the impact! My God! PRL looks at Popick. Popick throws his arms up as if to say, “I dunno.” Puerto Rican takes a deep breath, while the crowd chants, “P.R. SUCKS!” much louder this time. PR tries to tell the crowd to quiet down, but they just won’t listen. COLE PR once again is letting the crowd get to him! “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican picks up Thunderkid. He measures TK up, and then fires with a Rock-style punch to the temple. He fires off with another Rock-style punch. And another. And another. *BAM!* Thunderkid with a forearm to the face! *BAM!* Thunderkid with a punch to the face! *BAM!* And another! *BAM!* And another! PRL scratches Thunderkid’s eyes! Rock punch to the temple! Another Rock punch! Punch. Punch. Spit in the left hand. Punch! PRL grabs Thunderkid, and sets him up…LATIN SLAM! NO WAIT! Thunderkid elbows PRL in the face! Thunderkid escapes the Latin Slam…and then grabs PRL and lifts him over his head! COLE Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Thunderkid holds PRL over his head in the gorilla press slam position. PRL is screaming, begging for his life. TK uses PRL as a weight, pulling him up and down, up and down. He then drops him to complete the gorilla press slam. THUNDERKID YEAH! COLE And Thunderkid now has second wind! Meanwhile, outside the ring, Stephen Joseph Popick is whispering something into Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez’s right ear. Lindsay nods her head. Back in the ring, PRL is coughing, while Thunderkid goes over to him, preparing to do his next move. Then he sees a leg. Looking up, he sees a skirt. Followed by breasts. A neck. And a face. A beautiful Latina face by the way. Yes, Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez is on the ring apron, and she has put her right foot on the second rope, getting Thunderkid’s (and the crowd’s) attention. COLE Oh no. Lindsay Gonzalez is on the ring apron. And she has Thunderkid’s attention! COACH And my and my “friend’s” attention. Holla! The crowd hoots and hollers while Thunderkid puts PRL down and walks over to Lindsay. Lindsay is licking her lips, staring lustfully at TK. TK is hesitant, knowing full well about The Lightning Crew’s antics. Ms. Gonzalez puts her hands on TK’s chest, and then pulls down the left strap of her tanktop, so that Thunderkid can get a good look at her goodies. And he does look. And he likes what he sees. COLE No Thunderkid. Do not get distracted! She has caused many men to lose: The Mad Cappa, “Shooter” Jay Darring, Leon Rodez. They’ve all fallen thanks to Lindsay’s interference in the past! COACH I’m sorry. Were you saying something? I was distracted for a second. COLE Ugh. The crowd is getting hot. Thunderkid is chatting it up with Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, making sure to glance every few seconds at the ring to see if PRL is getting up. Lindsay puts Thunderkid’s hands on her thighs. COACH Come on Thunderkid! Go for it! Get some of that ass! Lindsay smiles at TK. But suddenly, TK lets go of Lindsay’s thighs. He shakes his head, almost as if he realized he was about to fall for the trap. Lindsay shows disappointment, but that disappointment disappears, because while Thunderkid is telling Lindsay he won’t fall for no tricks…Tha Puerto Rican grabs Thunderkid from behind and brings him down with the Backcracker (or Lung Blower, whichever you prefer)! COLE Backcracker! New move from Tha Puerto Rican tonight at The Great Angle Bash! Thunderkid holds his back in pain on the mat. PRL rolls out of the ring. He goes over to Popick and tells him to give him the Corporate Champion belt. Popick hands the belt to him with no problem. COLE PRL once again using that belt! He used that belt on Thunderkid 3 weeks ago, causing him to lose to Cuban Wall! PRL hides the Corporate Champion belt behind his back. He enters the ring, as Thunderkid starts to get up. Tha Puerto Rican gets ready to hit Thunderkid with the Corporate Champion belt. COLE Oh no! Not like this! He’s actually going to do it! COACH Come on ref! Stop this! Please! The crowd starts booing. PRL winds up the belt like it’s a baseball bat. Thunderkid gets to a vertical base. Tha Puerto Rican charges, the Corporate Champion belt in his hands, and swings it… But Thunderkid ducks, and the belt hits Charles Robinson instead! THA PUERTO RICAN Whoops. COLE That didn’t go as plan. Thunderkid charges forward, but since PRL still has the Corporate Champion belt in his possession, PRL quickly hits Thunderkid in the face with it, briefly stunning him! Thunderkid walks around the ring holding his head in pain, while Tha Puerto Rican drops the Corporate Champion belt onto the mat. He waits until Thunderkid is near him. KICK! WHAM! CORPORATE NIGHTMARE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 ON THE BELT~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 COLE He got it! He got him with the Corporate Nightmare! Thunderkid has just been hit with the Corporate Nightmare! Tha Puerto Rican wastes no time, throwing the Corporate Champion belt away, and covering Thunderkid, making sure to hook the right leg. The crowd starts booing, while PRL frantically tries to get Charles Robinson to wake up. COLE The referee is down! But Tha Puerto Rican has Thunderkid pinned! He can win it right now! The crowd is going nuts. Stephen Joseph enters the ring and drags Charles Robinson over to where PRL and Thunderkid are, waking him up. He then quickly leaves the ring. COACH Hey! That’s not right! This is not right at all! COLE PRL is cheating to win! Using that damn Corporate Champion belt to his advantage! Referee Charles Robinson slowly counts. Lindsay and Popick hold their breath. 1… 2… COLE Not like this! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* (12:40) COLE Awww! PR cheats to win! PRL sits up and raises his hands in victory. The crowd boos loudly. Stephen and Lindsay hug. COACH Thunderkid got screwed! He had the match won! “Know Your Role ‘99” starts playing. PRL laughs evilly. BUFFER Here is your winner…”The Corporate Champion” THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! Charles Robinson raises Tha Puerto Rican’s hands in victory. Thunderkid is still holding his face in pain. PRL wipes his sweat and throws it onto TK. COLE Well, you could call this an upset. Thunderkid outmatched Tha Puerto Rican in both weight and height, but Tha Puerto Rican, using the same sneaky tactics that has won him many matches in the past, beat the odds and has defeated Thunderkid at The Great Angle Bash to improve his Great Angle Bash record to 2-1! COACH PRL had to use Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez. He had to use the Corporate Champion belt. He had to use his dirty cheating ways in order to beat Thunderkid! He knew he was no match for Thunderkid in the ring! So he cheated! He cheated to beat Thunderkid, plain and simple! Charles Robinson checks on Thunderkid. Stephen Joseph Popick and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez enter the ring to congratulate PRL. PRL receives a hug from Lindsay and a high five from Popick as “Know Your Role ‘99” continues playing. Popick hands PRL the Corporate Champion belt. PRL kisses the belt and hugs it, then raises it over his head; garnering more boos from the crowd. PRL laughs. The OAOAST The Great Angle Bash logo flashes across the screen. We see highlights of the match. COLE It started with PRL attacking Thunderkid before the bell with a springboard Shooting Star Press. But Thunderkid was able to fight back, hitting PRL with a powerslam after he came off the top with a flying crossbody. The match went back and forth. Thunderkid gave PRL a Swanton Bomb. PRL gave Thunderkid two very unique submission moves. PRL was able to hit Thunderkid with the Sweet Chin Music, but couldn’t do the Corporate Nightmare. That is until Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, and the Corporate Champion belt got involved! PRL hit Thunderkid with the Backcracker. And then he hit went after Thunderkid with the belt, accidentally knocking out Charles Robinson. Still, Tha Puerto Rican hit Thunderkid in the face with the Corporate Champion belt, and followed that up with a Corporate Nightmare on the belt to get the win tonight! COACH Now PRL can say that he beat Alfdogg AND Thunderkid in the same week! Damnit! PRL and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez kiss, and then Popick helps PRL up. PRL raises the Corporate Champion belt once again to boos. Charles Robinson, who is a little dizzy himself, is still checking on Thunderkid. “Know Your Role ‘99” continues playing. COLE Well, in their first one-on-one meeting, Tha Puerto Rican was able to pick up the win against Thunderkid. But I have a feeling that this won’t be the last time these two meet in the ring! COACH Oh absolutely Michael. This rivalry has only just begun! Tha Puerto Rican, Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, and Stephen Joseph Popick exit the ring. The three of them are gloating over PR’s victory, smiles on their faces. Thunderkid looks up to see PRL taunting him on the entrance ramp. THA PUERTO RICAN Who beat you, Thunderkid? Who beat ya? ME! ME! I BEAT YOU BABY! I BEAT YOU! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! YES! I BEAT YOU! HAHAAHAHAHAHA! The two Lightning Crew members and PRL’s “Career Consultant” walks across the entrance ramp. Lindsay lifts up her skirt a little, but just a little, as she walks. Thunderkid is hurt and pissed. COLE Tha Puerto Rican returns to pay-per-view with a big victory over Thunderkid. And you can bet your bottom dollar that Thunderkid doesn’t take this lost lying down. The three heels reach The Great Angle Bash 2006 entrance. “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican raises the Corporate Champion belt over his head and laughs maniacally. Stephen Joseph Popick is on his right laughing maniacally, and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez is on his left laughing maniacally. The crowd boos loudly. Thunderkid is trying to get up. “Know Your Role ‘99” continues playing. The OAOAST HeldDOWN~! logo flashes across the screen. We return live to the interview set where Josh Matthews is standing with “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican and his manager and “Career Consultant” Stephen Joseph Popick. The crowd boos. PRL is staring into the distance as the interview begins. SJP is holding the Corporate Champion belt, stroking it with a smirk on his face. JOSH MATTHEWS P.R., last Sunday night at The Great Angle Bash, you defeated Thunderkid 1-2-3 in the middle of the ring, although there was some controversy as to how you won the match. Josh puts the microphone underneath PRL’s mouth. PRL looks at Josh with a quizzical look on his face. PRL is wearing sunglasses, by the way. THA PUERTO RICAN Controversy? Controversy? Over what? Over the fact that I soundly defeated that jabroni Thunderkid 1-2-3 in the middle of the ring in my much anticipated return to OAOAST pay-per-view? Over the fact that Thunderkid was just not in my league and I proved it last Sunday? Over the fact that my girl, Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, once again managed to make a man into putty in her hands? If you ask me, there was NO controversy last Sunday. Tha Puerto Rican defeated Thunderkid 1-2-3. I gave him the Sweet Chin Music. WHAM! The Corporate Nightmare. BAM! And it was over! The crowd boos. J. MATH But PRL, you used the Corporate Champion belt on Thunderkid twice. First by hitting him in the head, and then by giving him the Corporate Nightmare on it. PRL is taken aback by this. PRL So? So what? What’s the big deal? Yeah, I used the belt. But you gotta understand, it’s not like I do that sort of thing regularly! No, you see, the referee was knocked out. Therefore, no one was there to enforce the rules. Therefore, I could do whatever I want. Do you see where I’m coming from? No? Well, listen closely. If the referee is knocked out, that means I no longer have to abide by the rules. I can do whatever I please. So, I decided to take advantage of that, by nailing Thunderkid’s ugly mug with my most prized possession, not once, but twice! And I only did it because the referee was knocked out. If he were still awake, I would have never done it. I swear. Scout’s honor. I always abide by the rules, because I am a good role upstanding model citizen for all the children of the world. Shit, Superman ain’t got nothin’ on me! Somehow, the crowd has a hard time buying this bullshit. JOSH MATTHEWS Well, P.R., I guess the only question left to ask is, if Thunderkid wants a rematch, would you accept? PR thinks this question over hard. PUERTO Hmmm. Hmmm. I’m thinking. Thinking. Thinking. Nope, wouldn’t want to do it again. Booooooo. PRL I already beat Thunderkid once. I wouldn’t want to embarrass him further by beating him…AGAIN! Heh. The boy already has gone through enough. I mean, his best friend turned on him; his mentor won the World Title before he did, and now he got beat by the most electrifying man in professional wrestling! I mean, hasn’t Thunderkid been through enough? Hasn’t that man suffered through too much hell already? Will someone think of Thunderkid? WILL SOMEONE THINK OF THE CHILDREN? WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE THINK OF THE CHILDREN!?!?! While saying this, PRL has gone all bug eyed and has grabbed Josh Matthews by the lapels of his sports jacket. PRL realizes this, and lets the terrified Josh go. PRL then dusts Josh’s shoulders off. THA PUERTO RICAN Ahem. As I was saying, if Thunderdolt wants another match with me, well, I’m sorry buddy, but that’s a no. N-O. No. I’ve got better things to do with my time, like say, getting ready for Battlebowl THIS TUESDAY at Madison Square Garden! And after I win Battlebowl, I will go to AngleSlam in August, and become the World Heavyweight Champion, finally, FINALLY, FIIIINNNAAALLLLLLLY getting the title I so richly deserved! And nothing, I mean nothing is gonna— Thunderkid appears and spears Tha Puerto Rican into the interview set! Josh Matthews runs away like the little bitch that he is. Thunderkid beats Tha Puerto Rican as the crowd cheers. Stephen Joseph tries to attack TK, but gets knocked down. “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” TK stomps and punches PRL, whose glasses have fallen off, and whose Puerto Rican flag bandana is about to. TK throws PRL into the interview set again! And again! PRL is dazed and confused. So Thunderkid grabs PRL and gives him the THUNDERBOLT DDT on the floor! The crowd groans, and then cheers. Thunderkid stands up, IN ANGER~! PRL and Stephen Joseph are still knocked out, but Thunderkid still bends down over PRL and speaks to him. THUNDERKID I’ll see you at Licensed To Pin, boy! Thunderkid walks over PRL and Popick, and kicks the Corporate Champion belt aside as he walks away. The crowd cheers. COLE Did I just hear that right? Are PRL and Thunderkid going to get it on again at Licensed To Pin on July 30th? COACH I think so, Mikey. And I can’t wait! COACH So what's on tap next, Cole? COLE (checking his notes) Uh... looks like Longdogger Pete in singles action. COACH Who? OH MY GOD! INCREDIBLE SUPERSTAR! "Baseline" by Quarashi kicks up on the speakers and a white pyrotechnic explosion lights up the stage. The entrance ramp fills with smoke, and Longdogger Pete emerges out of the smoke, dressed in black jean shorts and a black generic OAOAST T-shirt. He also wears black knee pads and leg braces. He raises his fists in salute to the audience as he walks down the ramp, getting a negative reaction as he does so. Baseline, baseline we’ve got fools on the case and their giving me baseline Baseline, baseline Baseline, baseline we’ve got fools on the case and their giving me baseline Baseline, baseline Now we’re back in the game The Quarashi pain it’s plain I see the suckers fall out and the fuckers call out Pick me up. But they don’t know what it’s about I do my shit on the mic and I’m pleasing the crowd Jump back, get back or else your getting a smack on your face just like your daddy used to smack you way back in the days This ain't no silly ass game I’m playing hear what I’m saying, now start praying BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 277 pounds, and making his OAOAST wrestling debut... he is the One Man Wrecking Crew... LOOOOOONGDOGGERRRRRR PEEEEEEEEETE! COACH Well, here comes the SWF defector again, and once again the audience is telling him where to go. COLE Longdogger Pete making his wrestling debut tonight for the OAOAST after having worked with the Smarks Wrestling Federation since 2001. COACH Yeah, but is the guy any good? COLE It says here in my notes that he boasts a seventeen-year career that includes four world title reigns across two promotions. COACH Yeah... but like I said. Is he any good? Pete climbs into the ring and ascends to the second turnbuckle, raising his fists again to the crowd, and once again the crowd reacts with jeering. It is a reaction that Pete isn't used to at all, and he frowns as he steps back onto the mat, disheartened just a bit. "Baseline" fades out, to be replaced by Britney Spears' "Baby One More Time" as the 300-pound monster, The Sadist, emerges on the ramp. BUFFER His opponent... from PAINSVILLE, TENNESSEE... COLE Tennessee? BUFFER Weighing in at 320 pounds... he is a member of HELL'S HITMEN... THE SAAAAAADIST! The audience greets Sadist with a round of boos, even louder than the one given for Pete. COACH I think that's Pete's only saving grace - that he'll be facing an opponent even more hated than he is! COLE LDP has made it his mission to turn around the OAOAST fans' opinions of him. He wants to earn their respect! COACH Well, good luck with that! The Sadist doesn't wait for an official beginning to the match, instead running straight into the ring and setting upon Longdogger Pete, pummeling the Miami Menace with blows to the upper body. Pete steps back, putting his arms up in defense, then retaliating with a few hard right punches of his own. The punches have little effect but serve their purpose in stalling the Sadist momentarily to give Pete a chance to recover. DING DING! COLE Well there's the bell, but to these two competitors this match is already underway! COACH Big man versus big man. What do you expect for this matchup, Cole? COLE Well, according to my notes, LDP uses a power-based attack strategy against most of his opponents. He obviously can't outmuscle the Sadist and get away with it, so it'll be interesting to see how he adapts to wrestling another big man. Pete Irish whips Sadist into the ropes, waits for his opponent to come rushing back, then takes him down to the mat with a Samoan drop. Sadist is quickly back to his feet as if nothing had happened. Pete grabs Sadist around the midsection to attempt a suplex, but Sadist blocks with a high kick to the midsection, followed by two quick kicks to the legs. Pete tumbles to the mat as his legs slide out from under him, his knee braces performing below expectations for once. COLE Pete's already in trouble as his weak knees are targeted by the Sadist. COACH What do you expect? The guy's almost 40 years old, and this is only his second competitive match in the last, what, two years? The guy's rusty as a nail, and it shows. With Pete down on the mat, Sadist attempts an early advantage by placing a boot across his throat, attempting to choke the life out of his opponent, but the referee quickly puts a stop to that behavior, shouting at Sadist to release the illegal choke. Sadist lifts his foot, and Pete rolls out of the way, gasping for air, then gets up to his feet, using the ropes for leverage. Sadist executes a running elbow smash into Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted June 30, 2006 COLE ….yeah, and I didn’t even know what his finger was doing up there in the first place! COACH Oh god. CABOOSE Cole, just end the story. We’re back from commercial. COLE But I haven’t even begun to tell you about how the rest of my Wednesday night went. CABOOSE Don’t worry. We can do it later. COLE There’s no better time than the present! After that… *BZZT~!* As enthralled as the home viewing audience must be with hearing about Cole’s wacky Wednesday adventures, they’re just going to have to wait until next time as the picture quickly turns fuzzy and loses all semblence of color. The black-and-white grainy image stays focused on Triple C at the broadcast booth for just another moment before suddenly flashing away from the announcers. Seconds later, the view is then focused on the backstage interview area where two men are standing before the camera with delighted grins on their faces. Those two men? Drek Stone. And Hoff. “YEAAAHHHHBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYEAHHHHHBOOOOOOOOOO!!” Once again, just as we witnessed earlier tonight, two of the most controversial superstars in OAOAST history earn a massive mixed reaction from the sold-out Hershey, Pennsylvania crowd. HOFF Oooh! nWo colors! I like! DREK Only the finest. HOFF So let’s get started then. Ladies and gentlemen, this is a public service announcement brought to you by the future OAOAST Board of Directors. DREK Now, let’s get this straight. This isn’t about the battle for control taking place on the next episode of Syndicated in five weeks. HOFF Oh no, it isn’t. DREK This isn’t about how we’re going to take that buckin’cowboy Bill Watts and saddle his ass onto the unemployment line. HOFF Although we will. DREK And this isn’t about how we’re going to leave Black T nursing some black eyes. HOFF You better believe it’s gonna happen. DREK Oh no. This is about a very special event taking place next Tuesday night at Madison Square Garden. HOFF July 4th! The fireworks are going to be going off when the OAOAST invades New York City for BattleBowl 2006! Forget watching some fatsos stuff their face with Nathan’s hotdogs at Coney Island! Forget going to your Aunt Pat’s house for some lame barbecue where no one cares to talk to each other! Forget about turning on the television to watch the Macy’s Fireworks Extravaganza only to realize watching fireworks on television may be one of the dumbest things ever invented by a television executive. DREK Forget about it all! HOFF That’s right. Because on July 4th, you’re going to be witness to the first stage of the new Board of Directors seizing control of the OAOAST. We’re storming in there and we ain’t leaving until one of us grabs that title shot against Alfdogg at AngleSlam. DREK Let me put it this way. I don’t care if I have to team up with Tony Brannigan. I don’t care if I have to team up with Dan Black. I don’t care if I’m with Spanish Fly, Christian Wright, or Otaku! First off, I have the skill to single-handedly carry any partner attached to my waist. Hell, I carried those useless slugs The Blurricane and The Mad Cappa to a win a few years ago. Doing it against some of the guys I see around the federation nowadays should be a piece of cake. HOFF Longdogger Pete? Cardinal X? Simon Singleton? Vitamin X? Who the hell are these jokers?! Let’s be serious now. These guys ain’t headlining anything! DREK OH! Shoot comments be comin’. HOFF Let’s cut the charade. They’re not going to AngleSlam. You’re not going to see Alfdogg vs. Spanish Fly for the Heavyweight Title. So let’s cut the fat right now. Otaku? DREK Gone. HOFF Bruce Blank? DREK History. HOFF Zack Malibu? DREK …..heh. Ain’t in it. But I’m not touching that one anyway. HOFF After narrowing it down, we’re down to two men. Drek Stone. And Hoff. Once we advance in our tag matches and make it to the battle royal and throw slugs like Bohemoth and PRL over to the top rope, we’ll be the last two men. Then let the best man win, you know? DREK Oh, of course. See, Alfdogg, Tuesday night is going to be the beginning of your demise. You can’t handle Hoff. You can’t handle myself. We’re not going to need any of our special Board of Directors powers to win the Heavyweight Title shot in this one. Whichever one of us it is facing you at AngleSlam, it’s going to be the end of your reign. HOFF So let’s get the balloons. Let’s get the celebratory cake. Because next Thursday night, on HeldDown, it’s going to be the BattleBowl Celebration! Whether it’s for Drek Stone… DREK ….could be… HOFF Or myself. DREK ….it’s possible. HOFF And I guarantee you, I’m gonna get a whole lot drunker next week. DREK We gotta invite Skull Kid! He’s awesome at any party! HOFF All I know is that I’m bringing Schaeffer with me. DREK …..yikes. That’s some continuity right there. HOFF But I want Father Schaeffer. Not that SchaefferTaker guy. DREK And with that, we’re getting off-topic. So ladies and gents, we’ll see you at BattleBowl. The road to AngleSlam begins there. The destruction of the Alfdogg title reign starts Tuesday night. And folks, the rollercoaster ride of the new Board of Directors – oh believe me, it’s not even a question we’re seizing the power when we reach Syndicated – is only just pulling out of the station. See you Tuesday night. HOFF The Heavyweight Title is coming home. *BZZT~!* With that final comment, the grainy picture builds up more static again before flashing back to color and focusing back onto Triple C at the announce booth. COACH Coooooooool. COLE Those two certainly think things are going to be easy...but what if Hoff and Drek are drawn into teams that face each other? I doubt either of those men are just going to step aside and let the other guy take all the glory. COACH And what if Hoff and Drek are put together? God help the poor schlubs they will tear through. COLE Hey....wasn't Caboose just here? COACH Uh.....no. COLE I could have sworn I was telling him and you about my night with Bryce and Enrique last night. COACH Ok, let's just go to commercial. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted June 30, 2006 Frustratedly, Crystal crawls off of Rodez and across the ring, to once again retrieve the steel chair laying in the centre of the ring. This time Crystal doesn't take any chances and sets the chair up. She then grabs a handful of Leon's well-managed hair and lifts him up off the canvas, throwing him face-first into the seat of the chair where he stays, dazed. Crystal meanwhile backs up into the nearest corner and hops up to the middle rope, calling for the end. COLE What the hell has Crystal got planned here? We're about to find out, Mikey Cole, as Crystal stands tall on the middle rope. Getting a quick spring for momentum, Crystal then leaps off the rope... ...but, maybe we aren't going to find out after all, as Rodez emerges from the chair and catches Crystal coming down with an Inverted Atomic Drop!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH OH NO! NOT THE BABYMAKER!! Crystal is stunned by the move, sparing Rodez enough time to twist back to back with her and hoist the 24/7 Champion up in a piggyback position. Cupping the head over the shoulder, Rodez then kicks the chair out of the way before turning...and dropping, jarring Crystal's jaw with the Backpack Stunner, also known as... COLE BANANA HAMMOCK! Crystal's head snaps back and she sprawls out in the middle of the ring, as Rodez sprawls back too, referee Robinson deeming this as a pinfall attempt... 1... 2... 3!!!!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE IT'S OVER! LEON RODEZ IS THE 24/7 CHAMPION AGAIN!! *GOOOOONG!* "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" "C'mon man" "DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK..." And we return to OAOAST HeldDOWN~! to be greeted by the grooves and the moves of both "Mama Said Knock You Out" by LL Cool J and of the new, 3-time OAOAST 24/7 Champion! Jigging out through the HeldDOWN~! entrance doors of possible doom, Leon Rodez stops momentarily to hoist his 24/7 Championship over his head before walking on down to the ring. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the NEEEWW! OAOAST 24/7 Champion of the World... "SILKY SMOOTH"... LLEEEEOOONN RRROOOOOOODDEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZ!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Leon, coming off of a great match at The Great Angle Bash against Crystal. Apparantly some people don't agree, but to hell with them! COACH Burn. COLE Straight after his victory in an exclusive interview for the OAOAST.com, Leon did an interview for our internet dwelling fans where the upshot was the issuing of an Open Challenge for his 24/7 Title. Any ring, any race, any creed, any species. An odd challenge on the surface, but then again, there's some oddballs in this company. Tag team division anyone? Question is, who or what is going to answer the challenge tonight? And will Leon's third title reign last longer than his first, which was ended after just four days? Entering the ring, Leon accepts the microphone from Buffer who makes quickly makes himself scarce, knowing that Leon could be challenged for the title at any second. Of course, he could be the one doing the attacking, but apparantly he doesn't fancy his chances. RODEZ Alright! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" RODEZ So, obviously I won the 24/7 Title at The Great Angle Bash. No need to dwell on it, everybody watched. But I do have a confession to make. See, Sunday night I wasn't on top of my game. Wrestling Crystal was a weird experience. I was a little too tentative to go on the offence against her and credit where credit is due, Crystal used that to her advantage and she nearly had me beat quite a few times. Long story short, she played me like a fiddle. And not in the good way. COACH Oh, snap. COLE Wait, what? RODEZ In the end, I managed to collect myself long enough to get the victory, but I'm sure you could tell that I really didn't want to be in that situation on Sunday. I'm all for sexual equality. Guys in the kitchen and gals on the golf course? Thumbs up from me. I'm no chauvonist. Hell, I can barely even spell it, let alone be it! Thing is, personally, beating on a woman isn't something I'm comfortable with, even if she is a former World Heavyweight Champion who's more than capable of both handling herself and leaving a 220 pound grown man with a black eye. Leon points out his war wound, his eye indeed somewhat blackened. RODEZ Now, Tuesday night, it's BattleBowl. And apparantly Crystal's involved, so there's a possibility she'll be an opponent or even my partner. Who knows. All I know is, my name's in the hat again this year. For those of you with short memory spans, last year I fought my way down to the final two but unfortunately I got pitched out right at the death by Hoff. And we all know how that turned out. :wink: This year, I intend on going one step further. It doesn't matter to me either way if I'm teaming with Crystal or with Hoff or with whoever, I'm a nice guy and I don't hold grudges. Whoever I get drawn with, I'll have no problems tagging with them. After that, it's anybody's to win. Anybody's, including mine. COLE He's got as good a shot as anyone. Like he said, he was the runner-up in the battle royal last year! RODEZ But first, I guess I'm going to have to get over that 'not wanting to fight women' thing, because for those of you who aren't aware, I issued an Open Challenge to this 24/7 Championship last Sunday night. Well...actually, it was more like Monday morning. Either way, Open Challenge. So that's male, female, cross-breed, whatever. Whatever the wrestling world can throw at me, I'm determined to take it. So, somebody hit some sort of music, wheel me an opponent out here and let's stop before I run out of things to say. .:CUE: The Theme From Star Trek:. COLE ...wait, what? The crowd, understandably, go MILD~! as confusion hovers over the arena. Leon looks around as if to ask 'what the hell is going on?', as a few seconds of out of place musical interlude pass. Eventually, the entrance doors do slide open and all eyes fix on the entrance way...as a skinny looking figure steps through the curtains. A skinny looking figure that's kitted out in full Trekkie gear. The uniform, the badge, even the Spock ears. Oh, and an eyebrow painted over his actual right eyebrow. COLE What the hell!? COACH This is some sort of bad drug trip, right? Striding down the ramp, this Trekkie nerd is greeted with even more mass confusion as he walks up the ring steps and climbs to the middle turnbuckle on the outside of the ring, throwing an arm over his head with a little 'Live Long And Prosper' sign whilst smelling the air. Dropping down, this mystery guy steps into the ring and asks for another microphone, brushing past Leon who just looks on with perplexion. COLE Okay, can somebody explain what's going on please? Anyone? COACH I think this dude is answering the challenge. COLE Well I figured that much. THE SPOCK FINALLY... THE SPOCK... HAS BEAMED BACK, TO PLANET EARTH!! *crickets chirping* Hand on chin, Rodez tries to hide his laughter with a feigned look of interest. Pacing around the ring, The Spock gives the fans time to stop groaning before shooting the Vulcan Eyebrow! Leon can barely keep his laughter in check now, either for the content or the terrible wardrobe job. THE SPOCK And tonight, right here in front of the MILLIONS... ... THE SPOCK ...and MILLIONS of my Trekkie fans, I am going to accept your Open Challenge. And I am going to lay the Spock down on your human ass! COLE Somewhere, Hoff is weeping. COACH Somewhere, PRL is weeping! THE SPOCK For I am the Klingon beating... lllllalalalallllalalllaaaalloooowwwww ...Comic Book Convention Meet n' Greeting... ...Enterprise flying, more often than not in danger of dying... Finally Leon has had enough, chuckling under his breath as he holds up a hand and pleads with The Spock to stop. RODEZ Woah woah hold up a second here...are you sure you're in the right place, buddy? Incase you weren't aware, this isn't the Sci-Fi Channel. We're on TSM. And granted, our core audience is made up of dateless nerds as well, but there is a big difference...somewhere. COACH Man TSM is so burned. RODEZ Granted, I don't have a singapore cane and carry beer in my jeans, come out to some crappy non-descript music, get stuck working for some con-merchant, money scheme rip-off, poor excuse for a company that died 5 years ago, longing for the days I was wrestling Sonny Siaki in Hard 10 Matches despite nobody caring or understanding the rules, being treated like a nostal... THE SPOCK KNOW YOUR ROLE... AND SHUT YOUR MOUTH!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" THE SPOCK There is no more to say, except this... Cue hand signal. THE SPOCK Just Kling It! COACH Oh, I get it, because of the Klingons right? COLE *groan* The Spock drops into a fighting stance, encouraging Leon on. Still Leon doesn't seem to understand what is going on and looks to ringside for some sort of conformation. But The Spock has had enough of waiting, spinning him around by the arm and firing off a right hand to the 24/7 Champion! The belt and the mic go flying as Charles Robinson finishes rushing to ringside, sliding into the ring just in time to call for the bell. *DINGDINGDING!* COLE I guess we've got a 24/7 Championship Match underway. The Spock follows in after the back-tracking 24/7 Champion and continues to rain in the punches, backing Leon up against the ropes. Right hand. Right hand. Right hand. Live Longer and Prosper, Spit, Punch! Leon has been taken aback by this Tremendous Trekkie and is promptly whipped off the ropes, The Spock catches him on the rebound with a back elbow that actually knocks Leon down. "STAR TREK SUCKS!" "STAR TREK SUCKS!" "STAR TREK SUCKS!" "STAR TREK SUCKS!" COACH Wow, a group of wrestling fans who don't like Science Fiction? What the hell universe are we in? Pulling Rodez back up, The Spock looks for another irish whip. This time Leon has an answer to the move though and twists underneath the arm, pulling The Spock in, lifting him up and hitting an Inverted Atomic Drop! The Spock hops around holding his little Klingons as Leon now backs off the ropes, building up a head of steam as he charges in...and skids to a halt, as The Spock pulls the old 'hold your hands up and scream stop' trick. Still hurting, The Spock quickly reaches into his pocket and pulls out a...uhm, I forget what it's called. I don't actually watch Star Trek see and I'm certainly not doing research. I think it's a phaser or something. Anyway, whatever it is, The Spock holds it to his chest and prepares to beam himself up... ...and nothing happens. COLE Just when things couldn't get more ridiculous. For what seems an eternity, Leon and The Spock and even Charles Robinson stand around looking at each other awkwardly, before finally The Spock throws the phaser down and goes back on the attack! More right hands find the mark before Spock lands a boot to the gut, setting up another irish whip. In goes Rodez, rebounding off the ropes and back into The Spock, who laboriously lifts Leon up and plants the spine on the pine! COLE Spinebuster! COACH And you know what's coming next... COLE Oh jeez. Stepping over Rodez, The Spock stands at the head and does the weird hand motions. PRL prepares to file a lawsuit, rather than receive one for a change (BURN!), as The Spock then hits the ropes. Over top he goes, bouncing back off the ropes and slowing up, before dropping the elbow! COACH VULCAN'S ELBOW! 1... 2... ... Yeah, right Kickout! Looking a little shocked, The Spock gets back up and drops into a crouch. Leon drags himself back up, still looking lost, as he lumbers around and gets caught under head and arm... COACH SPOCK BOTTOM... ...NO! Rodez elbows his way out of the move, then waits for The Spock to turn back around, popping him with a jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! Rodez turns, blows the kiss, turns back...stops, looking at the Star Trek uniform and suddenly realising that maybe wrestling Crystal wasn't so bad after all...then lands the Enziguri! COACH Mama Said Knock You Out! COLE A sembleance of some form of normality, finally. With The Spock down, Rodez calls for the end. A handful of the hair helps Leon to drag The Spock up and keep him controlled as he turns back to back with him. Crouching down, Rodez then sets and hoists The Spock up onto his back, turns and sits out with the Backpack Stunner! COLE Banana Hammock! That's what beat Crystal. 1... 2... 3!! COLE And it beats...The Spock!? Rodez pushes to his knees and looks around the crowd, shrugging his shoulder as Charles Robinson raises his arm in victory. BUFFER Your winner of the contest... LLEEEOOONN RRROOOOOODDEEEEEZZZZZZ!!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE That was certainly different. COACH So, the chick with no ass who can't dance is out next, right? COLE Who knows... *Commercial* COLE No matter how redundant it may seem, I have to mention again what a wild night it was last Sunday at the Great Angle Bash, especially as it pertains to the Ultimate Punishment matchup! COACH Mikey Cole, that was a far cry from the mat classics we've grown used to from our roster. We had scaffold dives, blood everywhere, and in the end, we had new World Six Man Tag Team Champions, my boys, The Hooligans! COLE It seems that everyone seems to be warming up to Static, Jax and O'Hara again, including Zack Malibu himself! COACH I don't know if I'd push it like that, Mikey... COLE No matter what though, Coach, it was Zack Malibu who shocked the world by returning from severe injuries, injuries that probably haven't even fully healed yet, to shock The Wildcards, and Bruce Blank in particular. COACH Never in my life did I see so many people so happy to see Zack Malibu than this past Sunday night. COLE Well three people not happy with his appearance are the former World Six Man Tag Team Champions, who are about to grace us with their presence! "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" begins, and when it does, so do the boos. Immediately after the song kicks in, Bruce Blank, Todd Cortez, and Bloodshed, arguably the three most hated men in wrestling today, storm down the aisleway and to the ring. Noticing a "ZACK IS BACK!" sign at ringside, Blank snags it from its teenage owner and tears it up on camera, prompting the angry young man to lean over the rail and try to grasp it back before it's completely shredded. Todd Cortez responds by shoving the young man back, sending him to the floor, while Bloodshed stands on the apron, watching the carnage unfold. COLE These guys have some SERIOUS heat these days. COACH Good thing Cortez wears that bulletproof vest! The Wildcards finally get into the ring after some more jawjacking and other fun fan altercations. Cortez heads to the corner and wags a finger at Michael Buffer, looking for the mic, and the famous announcer gets up and puts it on the apron, refusing to place it in the hand of the "Urban Legend". Cortez chuckles to himself as he leans down to pick up the microphone, and he gladly hands it over to the big roughneck, Bruce Blank. BLANK It seems that the rumors of a certain someone's demise have been greatly exaggerated! It seems that the prodigal son has returned, once again, to play savior to his company. The fans pick up on the statement immediately, breaking out into a loud chant of an all too familiar name. "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" BLANK THAT'S RIGHT, YOU GO ON AHEAD AND CALL HIS NAME, BECAUSE I WANT HIS ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW! Blank, eyes wide with rage, storms around the ring, as Bloodshed and Cortez flank him, seemingly prepared for any attacks that may occur. BLANK WHERE IS HE? HUH? WHERE'S YOUR HERO? WHERE'S MISTER GOODY GOODY? AFRAID OF A LITTLE FACE TO FACE, ZACK? GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE, BOY! "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" The chant grows louder and louder, and soon it appears that everyone in the arena is calling for Malibu, including Blank himself! BLANK C'MON ZACK, COME ON OUT HERE! MAKE YOUR GRAND ENTRANCE, BECAUSE IT'LL BE THE LAST TIME YOU EVER WALK TO THIS RING ON TWO HEALTHY LEGS! LET'S GO! Blank is stark raving mad, pounding his barbed wire bat against the turnbuckles while clutching the mic, growing desperate in his plea for his rival to appear. BLANK Malibu...Malibu...Malibu. You don't wanna show your face now? Don't wanna come at a man in a weakened state and bash me in my head again? Yes you do! You want to make me bleed, Zack. You want me to feel pain and suffering the likes of which I've never felt. You want us to PAY, Zack. You want revenge. Retribution. Most of all, you want redemption for what you brought onto this company...SO BRING YOUR ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW AND DO WHAT YOU WANT TO DO! COLE That bravado might cost him! COACH It certainly did on Sunday night! Minutes go by, and still, no answer. Blank is growing increasingly frustrated, and it looks as if he could crush the microphone in his grasp with how hard he's holding onto it. BLANK Alright, Malibu, you don't wanna show your face, then we're goin' on the hunt. We know you're here, Zack...you HAVE to be here, you have to make the big comeback speech and play little glory boy again! Well if you're not gonna come to us, we're comin' for you...and we'll tear apart this whole damn arena looking for you! Todd, Bloodshed...go drag his candy ass out here, because I'm not leaving this ring until he's at my feet in a pool of blood once again! Cortez and Bloodshed nod, definitely not about to argue with Blank even if they weren't on his side. The duo, at one time known as two thirds of Martial Law in the SWF, head up the aisleway, when suddenly, everything goes black, from the arena to the TV screens of the viewers at home. COLE This is how it happened Sunday night! COACH ZACK MALIBU, WHERE YOU AT!? The fans grow anxious, still chanting for Zack during the blackout. Finally the lights come back on, and there inside the squared circle is... ...Bruce Blank. COLE I don't...but...where is Zack!? COACH I think they played us, Cole! COLE I don't know, Coach...they look as confused as us! Blank looks around, and Cortez and Bloodshed have stopped about halfway up the aisle, ready to charge the ring if Malibu had appeared the same way he did on Sunday. BLANK He's bein' cute now! He's playin' with us...ya'll go back there and drag his ass out here! Find him! Cortez and Bloodshed turn and head up the aisle once again, as Blank stands tall in the ring. Cortez and Bloodshed disappear behind the curtain, as one of the ringside cameramen from the apron steps into the ring, keeping the camera focused on Blank... ...AND THEN SMASHED THE CAMERA OVER HIS HEAD! COLE WHAT THE... COACH MIKEY! Tossing the hat into the crowd, and the camera now not obstructing his face, the arena goes BANANA~! as ZACK MALIBU is standing over the body of Bruce Blank once again, to everyone's delight! COLE MALIBU GOT ANOTHER SHOT IN! HE SWERVED THE WILDCARDS! COACH Blank's already aching from Sunday...and that camera shot just ripped open his stitches! The big redneck struggles to sit up, the stitched gash on his forehead now busted wide open and oozing with blood. He pulls himself up, but as he does, Malibu takes hold of his prized barbed wire baseball bat, brandishing it as Blank struggles to his feet... WHAM~! ...and he catches a shot right in his ribcage which brings him back to one knee! COLE He drilled him with his own bat! Malibu stands over Blank, and now the crowd buzzes as Cortez and Bloodshed, both still aching from Sunday as well, rush as fast as they can to get back to the ring. Cortez slides into the ring, but just as he stands up and lunges for Malibu, Zack delivers a flash SCHOOL'S OUT~!, reacting instantly to Cortez's approach and knocking him through the ropes and to the floor! Malibu turns around, noticing a charging Bloodshed, and he sidesteps, swinging the bat again and connecting with a hard shot that sends Bloodshed tumbling over the bat, landing on his back on the canvas! He coughs and paws at his ribs, groaning in agony despite loving it all deep down. Malibu stands tall amidst the three fallen Wildcards and surveys the damage, but drops the bat before he can do anymore. COLE Malibu just attacked all three of The Wildcards on his own! COACH You expected him to have help? COLE He's certainly going to need it...Malibu has always been proud enough to fight his own battles, but this time it might be more than he can chew! Well that's it for us tonight. We'll see you Tuesday night for Battlebowl! Zack exits the ring, and rather than walk to the back, again exits through the crowd, moving through the sea of fans that are rejoicing in his comeback. In the ring, Bloodshed and Blank are getting to their feet, while Cortez is pushing up on the apron out on the floor, and the cameras get a shot of each of their angered faces, Blank's being the one they save for last, as the sadistic smile buried under a crimson mask is our parting shot as we fade to close out the show. Fade to black Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted June 30, 2006 Credits: H00F Masked Man of Mystery Phoenix Fury Legdrop NYUntouchable Longdogger Pete Zack Malibu Alfdogg © 2006 OAOAST Entertainment. All Rights Reserved. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
