KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 21, 2006 ITS HELDOWN~!~!~! Straight away we are treated to the opening drums of I’m on a High by Millionaire. The crowd, still cheering from the opening, quickly change their reaction from positive to negative, as they proceed to boo the would-be President out of the building. COLE Hello everyone and welcome to OAOAST HeldDown, where we are being joined by the Captain of Team Axel right off the bat! COACH It’s always good to see the boss Michael, always! COLE He’s not the boss yet Coach; he’s still got to get past Team Tony on July 29th! He hasn’t even got a full team yet! Axel bursts through the curtain, fired up as his music continues to play. Stopping in the middle of the ramp, Axel does his old routine of pointing left, pointing right, to the ring… and striking the crucifix pose, which sets off a massive blast of pyro! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! COACH Well, last week he offered the opportunity of a lifetime to Bohemoth… and Bo went and turned it down. That was the worst mistake he could have made. He could have had it all! The money, the fame, the opportunities, but Bo went and screwed it up. COLE Bohemoth did what he thought was the right thing – he knows the dangers that this man poses to this company! If Axel gains control, there’s no telling what he’ll do! COACH He won’t be giving Black T a tag title shot, that’s for sure! COLE But they have one tonight Coach, Black T versus The Heavenly Rockers coming up later tonight! COACH And speaking of Bohemoth, he takes on Christian Wright tonight inside of a fifteen foot high steel cage! My man C Dub is gonna take care of that big lug! Walking up the steel steps and into the ring, Axel, rockin’ the black jeans and Red X T-Shirt (available at OAOASTShop.com), grabs a mike and waits for the ruckus to die down. COLE Axel requested this time to address the ten man and Syndicated as an event itself, so I’m wondering exactly what he has to say Coach! COACH Whatever it is, I know it’ll be good Mikey! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Axel smirks as he addresses the hot crowd. AXEL Well, looks like there’s about as much chance of me getting respect here as there is of LeBron leading the Cavs to a Championship, eh? “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” AXEL Oh come on, you’re all wound up pretty tight tonight boys and girls. Loosen up. I certainly am. You know why? Well, because I won’t have to worry about this amount of disrespect in nine days at Syndicated. I won’t have to worry about coming out to a bunch of tools from Ohio who can’t even pick a President, let alone a fan favourite! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” “AAAAAAAAAASSSS HOOOOLLLLEEE! AAAAAAAAAAAASSSS HOOOOOOOLLLLEEEE!” AXEL And I won’t even have to worry about hearing idiotic chants like that. Because in nine days, we won’t be in America for Syndicated. We won’t even be up north in Canada. Forget Europe, Asia, South America and Africa… Syndicated will be held in Axel Country. Melbourne, Australia. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!” COLE He’s denying these American fans the biggest match in the history of this organisation! COACH But he’s smart in doing it Cole, can you imagine fifty thousand strong in the Telstra Dome in Melbourne actually cheering for Axel and his team? AXEL Oh don’t sound so disappointed Cleveland. Tonight is a big night! I mean, you must have seen Bill Watts’ comments earlier today on OAOAST-dot-com! He’s going to name their last team member! It’s an announcement of epic proportions! I mean, Bill Watts is going to name the next ass that we get to kick! Isn’t that amazing? “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” COLE A little confident, isn’t he? COACH He’s got every right to be. Look at the team behind him. COLE They haven’t even got a full team yet! AXEL But seriously. I’m interested to see who the old bastard has dragged out of the locker room to help out. So Bill, I’m begging you, come out here and introduce us all to your last team member. Come on cowboy, quit getting Brokeback in the back with Schaffer and get your eighty-something ass out here. COLE Axel calling out the former President! CUE: Generic OAOAST Music! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!” With music much cooler than the WM X theme that Linda has, Bill Watts makes his entrance to a huge ovation! Obviously marking out for the sheer notion of an old school star coming back, the Cleveland crowd welcome the old boy with open arms. Watts, however, is unimpressed, obviously miffed at Axel’s comments time after time. Axel, meanwhile, is smirking, almost grinning at the sight of the Cowboy. COLE This isn’t a good idea Bill, Black T haven’t yet arrived at the arena, and neither has Alfdogg! WATTS You know son, I’ve had just about enough of everything that spews out of your mouth. You don’t respect anyone, or anything, and neither do your cronies. If you run this company, you’ll be running it into the ground. Axel’s smirk is still locked on his face, as he begins his retort. AXEL Ah, Bill. You see, you misunderstand my goal here. My goal is not to ruin the OAOAST; it’s not to destroy what I, along with my friends, built over the past few years. Not at all. Bill, my goal is simply to be at the top of the food chain at this place. No one to answer to. No one to ruin my plans. I want power William; I want to be able to snap my fingers for something. I want to control who gets the opportunities, who gets the Main Event spots, and who gets the money. You know why? Because Bill, everyone and their dog knows that I can run this company much, much better than you can. Everyone knows that while you were in the ring twenty years ago, I was in the ring twenty weeks ago. You wrestled in the days of the hammerlocks and the su-play, I battle in the era of the high-flying, body breaking, extreme warriors who can, and will, put it all on the line to get the ultimate prize. The business has changed Bill, and you failed to change with it. But I’m living in the present. I know what works, and I know how to make this organisation the most powerful of its kind in the world today. WATTS The world has passed me by, eh? Well I’m sure we’ll see about that in nine days, now, won’t we. Because Axel, I can’t wait to get my hands on you inside that ring. “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHH!” AXEL I was hoping you’d say that. Bill, you know how I feel. I can’t wait to beat the living hell out of you either. But why wait until Syndicated? It’s an old cliché, sure, but I’d like to see if the old man has anything left in the tank right… now. “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHH!!!!!!” COLE Imagine if these two went at it tonight! So much hatred, so much disdain! COACH Yes! Say yes Bill, I’ve been waiting for you to be beaten to a bloody pulp for a long time! WATTS Heh, you really think I’d take you up on a challenge like that, you primadonna son of a bitch? You know as well as I do that I’m not stupid enough to walk into one of your traps. AXEL No traps. Hell, if you’re so concerned about your health, how about you bring that last team member? I’m sure I can handle Bill Watts and Crazy Vampire in a handicap match. Watts’ expression changes, with almost a hint of a smile. WATTS You want a handicap match? AXEL Yep. WATTS With me and the last member of our team? AXEL I knew you were senile, but deaf? You really shouldn’t be here Bill. WATTS You’re a funny man. You’re also a very stupid man. AXEL We’ll see about that. I’ll tell you what’s stupid, that I’ve got this microphone in my hand when I should be kicking your ass! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Axel drops the microphone and peels off his T-Shirt, eliciting a few screams from women around the arena. COLE Axel’s done talking! He wants to fight, and the fans can’t wait to see it! COACH But who’s the fifth team member? Damaramu? COLE Could be. COACH Jarvo Aussie? COLE No chance. WATTS You want to fight me and the fifth team member? Well considering together we both have the power to make a match like that, then it’s happening right here, right now in Cleveland! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!” WATTS Allow me to introduce you to the very last member of Team Tony. You haven’t fought him before. In fact, you two may not have even been in the same ring before. Axel shouts “GET ON WITH IT OLD MAN”, while pacing around the ring like a caged animal. WATTS Well, you asked for it. Ladies and Gentlemen, the fifth member of Team Tony! As Watts completes his spiel, the crowd goes silent, waiting for some sort of indication as to who the fifth member is. Watts, now smiling, awaits his partner, while Axel continues to be impatient, shouting “COME ON!” while pacing around the ring, a focused, angry look on his face. COACH Who is it? ”DON’T CALL IT A COMEBACK!” “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” COACH COLE WHAT? OH MY GOD! Axel’s expression changes to one of shock for a second, certainly not expecting that music to play. Watts, meanwhile, can’t hide his satisfaction, as out from behind the curtain steps… Leon Rodez!! COLE LEON RODEZ IS THE LAST MEMBER OF TEAM TONY! THE TWENTY-FOUR SEVEN CHAMPION HAS ARRIVED! COACH The roof is about to blow off this place! As Rodez walks out, that ever present smile on his face, and title slung over his shoulder, the crowd goes into a frenzy, perhaps just realising that they are going to see two men face off for the very first time, or perhaps realising that Axel has bitten off more than he could chew this time. COACH Leon Rodez and Axel haven’t even been in the same ring, let alone the same match! COLE EPIC~! Leon shakes hands with the Cowboy, before the two turn their attention to the ring, as “Momma Said Knock You Out” continues to play over the loudspeakers. With Axel standing in the ring, his fists clenched, Rodez enters the ring, as well as a referee, with Bill Watts remaining on the apron, clutching the tag rope. COLE Here we go Ladies and Gentlemen! Rodez and Axel! Face to face! COACH I never thought we’d see this confrontation this year, let alone this night! Rodez hands his 24/7 belt over to the ref and steps into the ring to face Axel. Neither man moves from their position, but Rodez continues to smile, as he says something to the would-be President. Axel reacts with a hint of a smirk, and retorts to Rodez, starting a back-and-forth of trash talking, with Axel getting agitated, and Leon, of course, keeping his trademark cool. Finally, Axel steps away from Rodez… …and THROWS THE FIRST PUNCH- NO! RODEZ THROWS ONE FIRST! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!” COLE He saw that coming a mile away! *DING DING DING* Rodez and Axel, trading right hand after right hand! After throwing three or four blows at each other, Leon Rodez’ speed wins out, and he peppers the former two-time OAOAST Champ with quickfire rights! Rodez grabs the left arm of Axel, goes for the Irish Whip, but Axel reverses! Leon comes off of the ropes, Axel tries a HUGE clothesline, Rodez ducks under, comes off of the other side, Axel turns ar- FLYING FOREARM! COLE Rodez is getting the better of Axel here! Axel pops up quickly from the forearm, but Rodez is there again! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! Five jabs from Leon Rodez, and Axel is on Dream Street! Leon turns to the crowd, and blows them a kiss, before… …hitting an ENZIGUIRI on Axel! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHH!” COLE Momma Said Knock You Out by Leon Rodez! He is on FIRE tonight! Rodez smiles to the crowd as he picks Axel up, still groggy after the blows to the head, and forces him back into a neutral corner, taking the opportunity to pelt him with another couple of right hands, before Irish Whipping Axel into the opposite corner. Leon charges at his foe, but Axel moves out of the way! COLE Watch out Leon! Rodez, showing his intellect, stops before he can damage himself, but turns around straight into a… ...SPIIIIIIINNNNEEEBUSTAHHHH~! COACH Just as good as Hoff’s! Axel falls to one knee after the move, checking to see if he’s bleeding as a result of those hard shots by Rodez. He isn’t, of course, but it does give him time to recuperate. Picking Leon up by the head, Axel measures the 24/7 Champion, before connecting with a hard left forearm, followed quickly by a right of the same type. A knee to the gut by Axel, and a front facelock applied. Axel lifts Rodez high in the air, stalling for as many as ten seconds… …but Bill Watts enters the ring and clips Axel’s knee! Axel falls backward, and Rodez lands on top of him for the cover! COLE Watts went low! Leon’s got the cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOO! Despite being shocked by the turn of events, Axel is still able to kick out at two! COACH Wow, that could have all been over in a jiffy Michael. With both men shocked and a little worse for ware, the referee instinctively introduces his ten count, not even getting to two before both men are at least up to one leg. With Rodez being the quicker of the two, he is the first to his feet, with Axel following closely behind. The two men meet in the centre of the ring, and once again trade right hands. After trading a couple of blows, it’s Axel this time that gains the advantage, and looks to Irish Whip Leon. Because of his leverage advantage, he does this quite easily, and sends Leon flying off of the ropes. Axel ducks his head, big mistake, as Leon connects with a hard kick to the sternum. Dazed, Axel steps back, Leon charges, but Axel goes behind… GERMAN SUPLEX! COACH Yes! COLE What a German Suplex by Axel! Axel pops up after the German, sensing an opening. But instead of taking advantage of that opening, he turns his attention to Bill Watts, the man who he has wanted from the start. Bill and Axel have yet another shouting match, with Axel getting in Bill’s face… but Bill blasts Axel with a right hand! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAHHHHH!!!!!” Axel, more pissed off as a result of the blow than rocked, goes after Bill, who jumps off of the apron, and hangs Axel’s throat over the top rope as he does it! COLE Watts instinctively hung Axel over the top rope! And Leon is up! Axel turns around, boot to the midsection by Leon!!!! …FEEDBACK THIS! COLE YES! HE HIT FEEDBACK THIS! His version of Sliced Bread #2! COACH But what happened to the referee? The crowd goes NUT after the move, as Axel is out like a light on the canvas. What they are unaware of, however, is that Leon’s feet clipped the referee on the way down, knocking the official right out! Leon starts to walk forward into the cover, but then realises that someone else might be better suited to finishing off this match. Waling over to his corner, Leon tags his his partner, and Bill Watts accepts the tag gleefully! COLE Bill Watts finally gets to shut up Axel! COACH No! This isn’t right! Watts enters the ring, chomping at the bit to get his revenge. With the referee down, however, that might be a few minutes away, so Watts soaks up the reaction from the Cleveland crowd. COLE Finish him Bill! Finish him! COACH No! We need a miracle! Please, send me an angel! COLE I don’t know about an angel Coach, but it appears that a fan has jumped the railing! COACH Wow, that Brunette is smoking! She certainly is, Coach. COACH You’re the narrator. You and I don’t talk. Okay. Anyway, a very nice brunette has hopped the rail and is protesting what is about to go on in the ring! Watts sees the fan jump the rail, and turns his attention to her, telling her to get out of the arena and back to her seat! COLE Security! Can we get some help ou- Hey! A very large, very masked man appears from the other side of the crowd, and strips Leon Rodez’ legs out from under him, causing his head to bounce off of the ring apron! The masked man then slides into the ring, and positions himself into the corner, crouched down and ready! COLE Wait a minute! This can’t be who I think it is! Watts, still unaware of Leon’s incapacitated state, and the huge individual that is currently in the ring, tells the “brunette” to move along. The woman laughs, and brushes back her hair… …although its not really her hair… …she’s blonde… …she’s bad… COACH SHES MAUH BABY GURL~!!~!!!~!~! COLE OH NO! At the same time, the big man takes off his mask and reveals himself as none other than GUNNER SHARPS! The crowd can’t believe it! COACH Turn around Bill, I can see something in your fortune! COLE No Bill, don’t turn around! Oh, but Bill does turn around. Right into… …A MOTHER FUCKING IMPACT SPEEEEEEEEEAR!!! COLE Oh My God! Gunner stands up from the spear, and Crystal slides in the ring, surveying their handiwork. Dragging Watts into the centre of the ring and waking Axel up to make the cover, Crystal takes the opportunity to alert the referee that he needs to do his job. And he does. ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! THRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” *DING DING DING* COLE Axel has won this match! Bill Watts just got screwed! BUFFER Your winner of the match… AAAAAAAAAAAXXXEEEEEEELLLLL! COACH I love it! “I’m on a High” begins to play over the loudspeaker, as Gunner helps Axel to his feet. The music soon dies down, though, as Axel asks for a microphone. Still sore from the blows he took, Axel speaks slowly, methodically. AXEL Bill… you may have thought that you were one step ahead of me… but a good leader, a good President is always… always… one step ahead of his rivals. So allow me to introduce you all to the final members of Team Axel… first, the Seven Foot, Three Hundred Fifty Pound Monster that I am proud to call friend, Gunner Sharps. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Axel turns to face the female to his left, and the two look at each other with smiles on their faces. AXEL And you. The woman that I once called partner, and, thanks to the man standing next to me, the woman I now call friend. Former OAOAST Champion, and more importantly, former Girlfriend of myself… Crystal. Crystal and Axel put an arm around one another and share a friendly hug, as Axel continues. COLE This is disgusting! I’ve just received word that Black T are just minutes away from the arena! Hurry guys! AXEL Now, I could be way off the mark here. But due to the lifeless carcas lying in front of us right now, I’d say that this was cause for a celebration. And that celebration wouldn’t be complete without these two men. Come on out, boys! “Hypnotize” starts up first, and Hoff appears in the arena, a wide smile on his face. He jogs down to the ring, and joins his team mates, happy to see them all, even with the history between them. AXEL First, the most dominant young star in the business, and a man who has pushed me to the limit many, many times, Hoff! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” AXEL And now, Ladies and Gentlemen. Please stand for the arrival of the next One and Only AngleSault Thread World Heavyweight Champion… you know him, you love him, Drek Stone! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Woke Up This Morning. Got Yourself A Gun. Mama Always Said You’d Be. The Chosen One. Drek Stone makes his way into the arena to a chorus of boos, as Leon Rodez struggles to his feet on the outside. Gunner and Crystal are quickly on the case, however, as they mug the 24/7 Champion, stomping away at him on the outside, and double teaming him so that he won’t be a threat to this group anymore tonight. COLE This is despicable! Drek joins his good friends in the ring, and as he does, its Bill Watts who’s getting to his feet, still fighting despite the insurmountable odds. Axel, of course, goes to the former President and grabs him by the head, picking him up in his signature Reverse Death Valley position… before dropping him… …For an AXEL SLAM! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!” The crowd are livid at the treatment of their beloved former President, and they go into even more of a frenzy when Hoff latches on to Watts with an anklelock! COLE This is too much! Look at the angle! That ankle is bent at a sickening angle! COACH This is great. The old *bleep* deserves everything he gets! *snap* “OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHTHATSOUNDEDBAAAAADDD” After hearing a bone break, Hoff seems satisfied at his work, as does Axel, Drek, Crystal and Gunner. Watts, however, is none too impressed, as he writhes with pain on the canvas. Axel picks up the microphone again, and addresses the fallen Cowboy. AXEL YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS? HUH? YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TRY AND PLAY WITH THE BIG BOYS? You get hurt Bill. Now, that hurt us a lot more than it hurt you. Axel smiles as he completes that last sentence. AXEL Who am I kidding, that was fun! And hey, I think I still know that Devil’s Clutch, so how about I break YOUR F*BLEEEEP* NECK! “He’s Simply Ravishing…OW!” Team Axel’s impressions soon change from happiness to shock as Tony Brannigan, Dan Black AND the OAOAST Champion, Alfdogg, run out to the ring, chairs in hand! With the great equalizers in possession, Team Axel bails, satisfied that they have made their point. “Simply Ravishing” changes to “Woke Up This Morning”, and Axel leads his team up the ramp, staring a hole in their adversaries who are standing in the ring, calling for the EMTs. COLE You talk about a war, we’re in for one in nine days! COACH Can’t field a team with four men Michael, and Bill Watts’ ankle is broke! COLE What a night! And we’ve got two more Pay Per View calibre bouts for you still to come! I can’t believe this! Crystal and Gunner Sharps are the last two members of Team Axel! We have to take a break, but we will be back on HeldDown! Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 21, 2006 As we return to Gund Arena, Bill Watts is being rolled up the ramp on a stretcher with Tony Brannigan and co. following behind. COLE Welcome back to HeldDOWN, folks. As you can see, Bill Watts is being taken from the arena here and will be sent over to a medical facility in Cleveland to tend to the injuries he surely must have suffered after that ferocious and uncalled for attack by Axel and his cronies before the break. COACH Come off it Cole; Watts has somehow deluded himself into thinking he's in his 20s again and can mix it up with Axel and his team, but he found out the hard way that the only matches he should be involved in are ones on the shuffleboard court. COLE We hope to have some news on Bill Watts' condition posted at OAOAST.com later in the night, but we've got to move along this packed show we have in store for you tonight. In our main event, The Metrosexual Monster Bohemoth takes on his former "boss" The Natural Christian Wright in the confines of a 15-foot high steel cage. COACH Bo's big, but Christian's taught him all he knows in the ring. Tonight, the master will put the teacher in his place. COLE Also....well, I know we promised last week that Gilbraltar was going to take part in a multi-man gauntlet match, but as you saw, it never happened. We actually have a perfectly good explanation for that.....don't we, Coach? COACH ..... COLE I said don't we, Coach? COACH Ow! Why are you poking me? COLE (aside to Coach) Put your sunglasses on, idiot. COACH Oh, right. *FLASH* COACH Why can I never use that? OW! COLE Anyway, Gilbraltar will be in singles action against one of the men who eliminated him at Battlebowl, Longdogger Pete. Peter Knight's been steaming for a few weeks because of how he exited that same battle royal, so LP should watch his back, right Coach? COACH Yeah, whatever, just don't hit me again. COLE We'll also have an exclusive Tag Team World Cup '06 match as the team from Canada takes on the team from Antartica. But let's go to the ring to kick things off with a singles match! "All Along the Watchtower" by Phil Lesh and Friends kicks up as Otaku II walks out with his Heartland Title held high and his lovely wife Ayane Mitsui right behind him. The crowd roars its approval at the Heartland Champion. otaku goes down the ramp and quickly gets into the ring and gets himself a microphone, then hands the belt to Ayane. Otaku: First of all, I'd like to get something off my chest. Drek Stone, I am NOT a nobody. I am the OAOAST Heartland Champion, and if you think I'm so very awful, you should have accepted my open challenge last week instead of running your mouth! The crowd cheers Otaku for his guts with that remark. Otaku: Instead, you talk and you talk and you talk....and you and your buds are just power trippin', thinking you can just run roughshod over this company. Unlike you, I am going to PROVE what I am. I talk the talk and I walk the walk. And I am going to DO something for the young talent of this company, unlike the Upstarts. I am going to give a young man a shot at my Heartland Title. Ultimo Villaño X, come on down, my man! This is your night to see if you are ready to go to the next level! The rather odd combination of Kobe drums and a Mariachi band starts up as Ultimo Villaño X steps through the curtains looking a bit confused and surprised because he was definitely not expecting to challenge for the Heartland title tonight. Otaku takes the belt and kisses it before handing it to the referee. Coach: So the first challenger for the title is some kid in his first match. Cole: First match? What about last week? Coach: That wasn’t a match Cole, no bell, no nothing Cole: Well hopefully this match will be different, maybe it’ll actually be a match and all. UVX steps through the ropes, wise from his mishap last week with the cape and the rope and then proceeds to offer Otaku a handshake that’s quickly accepted by the Heartland champion much to the delight of the crowd. Cole: It’s nice to see that sportsmanship isn’t dead in the OAOAST Coach: Oh brother, of course it’s dead Otaku is just luring his opponent into a sense of security. Cole: You know you’re a bitter, bitter man? Once the bell rings UVX and Otaku lock up collar and elbow with both men jockeying for the upper hand. Otaku twists his opponent around and pushes him into the corner where he gives him a clean break. UVX looks a bit weary as he steps out of the corner again, locking up with another collar and elbow lock up, but this time Ultimo Villaño quickly ducks under Otaku’s arms, goes behind his back and locks a hammer lock on the defending champion. Villaño looks a bit nervous over the golden opportunity he’s been given but keeps his focus and keeps the hammerlock on Otaku as the champion tries to get out of it. Otaku reaches down trying to grab his opponent’s leg but isn’t able to get it, then he tries to reach back and grab UVX’s head but once again his opponent manages to duck out of the way. Coach: *snores* Cole: Oh come on Coach they’re just getting started! Otaku starts to run around the ring with UVX following right behind him to ensure that the hammerlock is still in position, after circling half way around the ring Otaku throws himself down and thus pulls Villño forward sending the youngster through the ropes to the floor. The champion gets back up and patiently waits for his opponent as the young Mexican/Japanese man gets back to his feet and then back inside the ring. They lock up for a third time but when VIllaño goes behind this time he doesn’t lock on a hammerlock but instead sweeps Otaku’s legs and rolls him up for a pinfall ONE!! Which is all that the challenger gets before Otaku kicks out strongly and then gets back to his knees, this time looking a little less pleased with how the match is going. Ultimo Villaño tries to keep the advantage with a kick to Otaku’s gut but the champion catches UVX’s foot and holds his leg with both hands. You all know where this is going Villaño leaps into the air for an Enzuguri only to overshoot the target at Otaku ducks down causing UVX to land on his stomach instead. With UVX down Otaku wraps his arms around his smaller opponent’s waist, locks his hands and then hauls the youngster to his feet before taking him down with a stiff German Suplex Coach: Now we’re stating to get somewhere!! Just throw in an eyegouge and a kick to the nuts and this may actually resemble a fight Cole: This is totally lost on you isn’t it? A clean sportsman like contest Coach: In pro wrestling? The moment UVX sits up after the suplex Otaku lands a stiff knee to the face of his masked opponent as he pulls off a picture perfect Shining Wizard on the rookie. The Shining Wizard is followed by a couple of leg drops and then an elbow drop as the Heartland Champion goes about dismantling his opponent inside the squared circle. Ultimo Villaño staggers as Otaku pulls him back to his feet before throwing Mr. Accident Prone half way across the ring with a release Dragon Suplex YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH! Cole: Crisp and perfect execution Otaku is truly a wrestling machine. Otaku waits and allows Ultimo Villaño X to get back to his feet before attacking again only to find himself in a headscissors as UVX prepares to take his opponent down with a huracanrana. Otaku didn’t become the Heartland champion by being unprepared and manages to block the Huracanrana and then flips UVX down so that his arms and head are positioned between his legs as he drops to the canvas. Coach: BUBBLEGUM DROP!! Now we’re talking! Cole: And we know how much the champ likes to move on into a . . . As Cole says it Otaku demonstrates it by shifting his weight forward, bringing Villaño’s legs down under his arms before hooking the Sharpshooter on the unfortunate rookie. Once Otaku sits down and pulls back on the crossed legs it’s all over but the tapping TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! *DING!*DING!*DING!*DING!* The instant the bell rings Otaku releases the submission hold and raises his hands in the air, his first title defence is officially a success Michael Buffer: The winner of the match and still OAOAST Heartland Champion OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTAKU II!! The crowd cheers and applauds as Otaku holds the gold up in the air. Then the champ goes over and offers Ultimo Villaño X his hand to help him back to his feet. Otaku: Kid you did good tonight, just keep plugging away and you’ll make it big one day alright? UVX seems grateful for the kind words from Otaku and the crowd cheers for the display of sportsmanship displayed. COLE You have to respect Otaku's sportsmanship. Villano X gave it his best and Otaku made sure he got his due. COACH Oh puh-uke. Brock would have smashed that punk in 30 seconds. THAT'S the kind of champion I want to see. COLE Come on Coach.... *INTERFERENCE* COLE What the....? The screen suddenly cuts out. THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE HASN'T BEEN PAID FOR With that ominous opening, we then segue into handheld camera footage, as Scotty Static sticks his face in the lens of a camera and turns it sideways, as he spouts out verbage. "Hooligans, back again, taking over! I'm your host, Scotty Static..." A quick montage of Static's finishing moves, the Static Shock and Spiked Punch, air in rapidfire succession before cutting back to the home video shots, where the camera is now held upside down. "...along with Johnny Jax..." More rapidfire action, as it showcases the larger of the GPX hitting his patented Yakuza kick, and dropping one poor soul with the Beat Drop. "...and J-Dawg, Jamie O'Hara!" The third installment of replay footage comes up, showing O'Hara's daredevil aerial tactics as he flies in and out of the ring. "This is HOOLIGANDA, baby!" The screen blurts after Static shouts into the camera, and it almost looks as if someone is changing the channel. Finally, the scene rests on a black and white shot of the Hooligans walking down the middle of the street in a neighborhood that looks like it's in one of the rougher areas of town. "People ask us, ya know, insiders, the "smart marks"...asking about our "face turn". Face turn, ya know, that means it's when a BAD GUY..." More quick jumps to old footage, as it shows Jamie O'Hara blasting an innocent bystander in the face with a beer bottle, the GPX's heel turn from last year, and the three Hooligans jumping Zack Malibu after proclaiming their respect for him. "...into a GOOD GUY." All of a sudden the scene cuts, and it's back to handheld footage, as Jamie O'Hara proudly proclaims "I ain't a role model" to the camera. Quick jump back to the three Hooligans in the middle of the street, and Static, who is looking around, looks right to the camera, and loudly proclaims "WE DIDN'T PULL A FACE TURN!" Another quick jump to footage shows The Hooligans coming to block The Wildcards from entering the steel cage during the Zack Malibu vs. Faqu HI-YAH Title match, and the crowd popping huge when Static pinned Bruce Blank to capture the World Six Man Tag Team Titles. "It's not a face turn if you weren't heels to begin with!" snaps Jax, before piefacing the camera. The camera man nearly falls over, but he's spared by Static, who pulls him up and looks into the camera. "Faces, heels...we don't, and we never have, labeled ourselves like that. You know WHY those fans chose to hate us last year? You know why those same fans chose to love us more recently? It's not because of a change, a makeover, a promise. It's because we're REAL! We're as real as it gets, baby! We tell it like it is..." Another jump cut to Static getting in the faces of Black T, Zack Malibu, The Wildcards, Blonde and Faqu, amongst others. "...we back it up in the ring..." Shots of the GPX winning the World Tag Team Titles a few years back, a shot of them standing victorious over The Triple Threat and waving their World Six Man Tag Team Titles around, and a shot of Jamie O'Hara hitting a corkscrew crossbody on The Triple Threat. "...we are the most exciting athletes in the game today!" Like bullets from a machine gun, shots of Static Shock, Yakuza Kicks, O'Hara's rana to one of the Garners while on Jax's shoulders, and a final shot of them in the aisleway after a victory are showcased. "We are responsible for kicking off the most controversial era in OAOAST history!" Headshots of everyone involved in the Civil War flash on the screen, ending with a clip of the night the GPX jumped out of the crowd and jumped several of the Originals to kick it off for the Upstarts. "We..." Static is pushed out of the way by Jamie O'Hara, and when the camera focuses on him, it once again looks like channel surfing, before ending on an O'Hara highlight reel where a voice made to sound like a 50's newcaster dubs him "the most fearless aerial athlete I've ever seen!" "It ain't about the talkin', dawg! It ain't what we say, it's what we do. THAT'S how we stay real!" A shot of each Hooligan, in succession, looking up into the lens of the camera. "We're the World Six Man Tag Team Champions!" shouts O'Hara, lifting up his hooded sweatshirt to reveal one of the belts, which he unstraps and waves in front of the camera. "We'll take anyone on!" A black and white shot of The Hooligans walking through trash ridden streets, and a shot of Jax standing in the middle of the street with open arms, encouraging some of the gangbangers on the corner to come get some. "You wanna love us?" asks Static as he walks away from the camera, smirking. "You wanna hate us?" asks O'Hara as he steps to the camera. Cut to another black and white shot of O'Hara chugging down a forty, and then throwing the bottle against a brick wall, watching it shatter. "We're not babyfaces..." snaps Jax, before taking a swig from his forty. "...and we're not heels." replies Static, before the screen goes into rapidfire mode, showing previous footage from this montage in a rewind mode before ending on another slow motion shot of the three Hooligans walking in the middle of the street before they walk out of camera view, and it fades to black, leaving only two words visible on the screen. WE'RE REAL. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 21, 2006 -We fade in from commercial to Byron Blach, the newest OAOAST reporter. He is standing beside TJ Burns, the OAOAST X Champion. The belt rests over TJ’s right shoulder. Regina is noticably absent. BLACH “Fans, welcome back to HeldDown. I am standing here with the OAOAST X Champion, TJ Burns. TJ, how are you?” -TJ nods. BLACH “Well, to start off, TJ, you have been obviously not on OAOAST Television for the past couple of weeks. It seems like you came here, won the X Title, issued the challenge, and left. What’s the deal? -TJ looks down at the ground for a second, trying to think of his answer. He nods slowly and looks up. TJ “You see...the past couple of weeks have been busy for me, Byron. I have been defending this title almost every night...” BLACH “I’m sorry to interrupt, but no-one here accepted the challenge.” TJ “Aye, no-one HERE did. Doesn’t mean other’s didn’t. You see, I challenged EVERY wrestler in the lockerrooms. I did not say WHICH lockerrooms. I have been traveling all around the globe, defending this title’s honor. What you people don’t realize...is that the OAOAST? It’s a joke. Here in America, it might be grand, and in Japan, it’s held in some regard, but the rest of the world? They don’t take it seriously. Dance Dance Dragon? The Spanish Inquisition? Angle-Plex? It’s all a joke to them. I was trying my hardest to bring some respect back to the company that helped build me. BLACH “Understandable. To shift gears, Where is Regina?” -TJ glares slightly at Byron, but then looks down. TJ “She...She was accosted in an airport in Florida...I was in the bathroom, and I thought she could take care of herself, and this man...I can’t even talk about it...” BLACH “It’s ok...” TJ “So...due to the fact that I can’t ALWAYS be there, I hired Regina a female bodyguard.” -Byron looks past TJ, then turns and looks the other direction. BLACH “I-I don’t see anybody.” TJ “Well...if I’m here, and Regina isn’t, then don’t you think it’d be odd if I brought her BODYGUARD with me instead?” -With that, TJ shakes his head and walks away. FADEEEE!~!~! COLE Well folks, we're ready for our first matchup here in the American Bracket of the Tag Team World Cup! COACH That's right, we get a look at the team who was chosen to represent this bracket at the expense of Team Heyross, and I'm expecting a great showing from the Canadians! COLE The eighth-seeded team from Antarctica is their opposition, and they're already in the ring, let's go up to Michael Buffer! BUFFER The following is a first-round matchup in the Tag Team World Cup tournament! It is scheduled for one fall, with a 15-minute time limit! Introducing the first team, representing Antarctica, at a combined weight of 494 pounds...introducing first, from McMurdo Station, Antarctica...SHERMAN NELSON! *Crowd applauds respectfully as Nelson waves. Nelson is around 6-3, and very fit.* And his partner, from Macquarie Island...ROSS LIVINGSTON! *Similar reaction. Livingston looks much similar to Nelson, but is a couple inches taller.* COLE Well, these guys look to be in excellent shape, Coach! COACH Not only that, they must have some great tanning salons down there! Tom Sawyer by Rush hits as a small, lightweight black man in parachute pants and a very muscular, bleach blonde man wearing a singlet emerge from the curtains. They receive a mixed reaction from the crowd as they slap hands with those who are willing. BUFFER Their opponents, representing Canada...at a combined weight of 485 pounds...first, hailing from Thunder Bay, Ontario...FELIX STRUTTER! His partner, hailing from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan...KEN PANTERA! The Canadians pose on the buckles, drawing another mixed reaction. They then jump down and meet the Antarcticans mid-ring. The referee explains the rules to them, and the teams exchange handshakes before the referee calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* COACH Well, here we go! This is the team that the committee felt was better fit to lead our bracket than Team Heyross! Let's see what they've got! Strutter starts the match off with Nelson. Strutter circles the ring, and ties up, then takes Nelson down with a drop toehold! Strutter quickly spins around and grabs a side headlock, but Nelson rises up and pushes Strutter off into the ropes, then takes him down with a shouldercheck! Nelson goes to the ropes, and Strutter rolls to his stomach, allowing Nelson to hop over. As Nelson comes back, Strutter stands up on his hands and hooks his ankles around Nelson's head! Nelson pulls Strutter up into a powerbomb position. COACH See that? In trouble already. Team Heyross wouldn't have gotten into this mess! Strutter fires off a couple of right hands, then flips backwards and lands on his feet off the mat. Nelson immediately goes for a clothesline, but Strutter quickly ducks and goes to the ropes. COLE Cat-like quickness from Felix Strutter! Strutter ducks another clothesline, then leapfrogs Nelson. Strutter then stops as Nelson tries to attempt a leapfrog, then does a jumping spinning wheel kick in front of him, coming down on his feet and drawing oohs from the crowd, before quickly jumping again and nailing Nelson right in the sternum with a dropkick! Nelson goes down and rolls to the outside, as Strutter starts to follow but instead stops at the ropes. COACH I gotta say, impressive stuff from Strutter right there! Nelson takes a five-count on the outside, then slides back in. He confers with Livingston on the outside, before approaching Strutter again. This time, he ducks under and delivers a knee to the gut, then whips him into the ropes and catches him with a clothesline. He picks him up and executes a great vertical suplex, before tagging in Livingston. COLE And our first tag of the match, and Ross Livingston in there now! COACH Where the hell is Macquarie Island, anyway? COLE Macquarie Island is about halfway between Antarctica and the island of Tasmania. Livingston delivers a big slam on Strutter. COACH ...you have WAY too much time on your hands if you just knew that offhand. Livingston picks up Strutter on his shoulders, then spins him around and delivers a side slam! COLE Wow, great power move right there! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE First cover of the match gets two for the Antarcticans! Livingston measures, and comes in with an elbowdrop, but Strutter rolls out of the way! VENTURA Ooh, he telegraphed that move! COLE Hey, who's calling this match? VENTURA ... Strutter tags in Pantera, and Livingston stands up and looks him up and down. Livingston and Pantera tie up, and Pantera backs Livingston into a corner. Pantera breaks cleanly, and Livingston comes out, and ties up once again. This time, he grabs a side headlock on Pantera, but Pantera lifts him and delivers a back suplex! COACH Wow, what strength! Nelson jumps into the ring, and Pantera meets him by pressing him HIGH into the air over his head! COLE Great power being put on display here by Ken Pantera! Pantera waits for Livingston to get up, then presses Nelson on top of him! Both Antarcticans roll out of the ring, and Strutter climbs to the top and turns his back to them, then nails them with a CORKSCREW PRESS~! COACH WHOA! COLE SENSATIONAL move by Felix Strutter! Strutter tosses Nelson back into the ring, then climbs back onto the apron where he is tagged in by Pantera. Pantera hooks Nelson in a FULL NELSON~! COACH Oh, the irony! Pantera spins Nelson around three times, then turns it into a URINAGE~! Meanwhile, Strutter is climbing the turnbuckles...and coming off of them with a SHOOTING STAR LEGDROP~! Strutter quickly covers... 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* COLE And it's over, just like that! COACH I'm impressed! BUFFER The winners of the match, advancing to the next round...TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAMMMMMMM CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! COACH Well, I'll say this...Canada really showed me something tonight, but they had a little trouble at the beginning of this match, that I don't think would have happened had Team Heyross been involved! And this was the lowest seed! I've got a feeling they're in for a long tournament, Cole! COLE So, the Canadians advance to the next round, where they'll take on the winner of the match between Cuba and Ireland. We'll have a full update later, as well as highlights of Team Heyross's match over in India, where they were victorious over the team from Hong Kong! COACH Hey, I wonder if they got to meet Dhalsim? COLE And on that borderline racist note....do we REALLY have to show this? All right, all right, just roll the tape. **MACKENZIE DE CENZO PRODUCTIONS** *IN ASSOCIATION WITH THE OAOAST* *PROUDLY PRESENT*[/size] ~~FRIENDS IN HI-YAH PLACES~~ ------------------------------------------------------ -Sunday, July 16th 10:50 PM (Japanese time)- BLANCHARD #Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so# Ah, Karaoke! One of the weirdest and for my money the cruellest national cultures known to man, especially where HI-YAH World Tag Team Champion Ned Blanchard is involved. Never since Zack Malibu's attempt at stand-up comedy at the OAOAST Christmas party have one group of people looked so stunned and traumatised at one person's performance, as Ned proceeds to murder his particularly inappropriate song choice, "Turning Japanese" in front of 40 to 50 Japanese natives. Watching on from the back of the bar and pretending not to be affiliated with this Gaijin goofball is Mackenzie DeCenzo. Mackenzie sips from her drink, eyes squinted as Ned butchers a high note. SIMON (off camera) Is it just me, or do you sense a riot coming? MACKENZIE Unless we find a Japanese person who can mix a good martini, I'm gonna riot. On stage, Ned brings his solo performance to a dramatic crescendo...and ignores the booing Japanese patrons, as he bows and thanks some imaginary people for their imaginary applause. Simon decides this isn't interesting footage and instead zooms in on a young Asian woman in the crowd. Unfortunately, the woman notices this and lets out a shriek. Which nobody seems to react to, considering the horrified shrieks that Ned has been earning the past four minutes, until some of the staff notice Simon's poorly concealed handheld camera and rush towards him. SIMON (off camera) Uh-oh. ------------------------------------------------------ -Sunday July 16th 10:53 PM (again, Japanese time)- Quick, vaguely professional cut to the open streets of Tokyo. Hunched over in pain, Ned breathes heavily, mainly due to having to carry the high-heel wearing Beverly Hills Blonds Business Consultant on his back while sprinting from a group of angry Asians. That'll do that to ya, trust me. SIMON (off camera) (out of breath) I think... we... lost them. MACKENZIE You're a menace to society with that damn camera. Right on cue, Simon begins to pan in on Mackenzie's rack, until he notices her scowling a hole through his head and quickly re-positions the camera on Ned. BLANCHARD Crazy damn country! I can't believe they're forcing us to defend our titles in this ass-backwards place! SIMON (off camera) Hey, can you say that again but accentuate the mouth movements? I'm thinking of doing some deliberately bad dubbing on this. You know, like Kung-Fu movies. BLANCHARD Another reason why I hate this country. I knew this acclimatising plan was stupid. We could have just watched Godzilla, back home in L.A, then caught the last flight over before our match, instead of having to spend a full fortnight over here. But noooo. How could we miss out on the fun of Japan? We wouldn't be eating raw fish, drinking toxic fluids that barely pass for alcohol, trying to converse with people speaking jibberish. Sure, the karaoke was fun and there's some very impressionable women, but half of them walk around dressed like weird rabbit type characters... MELODY Yeah, fuck that noise! ..... All heads (and cameras) turn, as for no particular reason what-so-ever, Melody Nerdly is standing right behind the HI-YAH Tag Team Champions. MELODY Everyone knows all the straight up, hardcore Cosplayers are rocking the Sailor Moon nowadays. Just as soon as she had appeared, Melody disappears, flagging down a taxi and asking the unsuspecting driver how he likes 'these 10,000 Yen melons', before telling him to drive her 'back to Canada', perhaps not realising that would involve some sort of aqua-car. An aqua-car with a lot of fuel. BLANCHARD Wha... wher... you... THIS COUNTRY! MACKENZIE Pull yourself together damnit! Look, we can't get out of this, so we just have to make the best of it. Stars like us have to make public appearances they don't enjoy all the time, to placate their public. The secret is to milk every perk going. To milk every BUTT kissing executive and spineless money man going. How do you think the Emmys always get their seats filled? BLANCHARD Good point. Go on. MACKENZIE Japanese fans are fanatical. They idolise anyone who's ever pulled on a pair of wrestling tights... even The All American Boys. And their tights spit in the face of the entire country! Don't you see? So long as we're the Champions of this insane country, people are going to treat us like royalty. The good type. BLANCHARD The money making type? MACKENZIE Exactly! SIMON (off camera) So, what are you saying? MACKENZIE What I'm saying is, quit whining and find some pants with some deep pockets, because we're going to be living in style for the next week or so. We're going to milk this cash cow for all it's worth. We've been given 40 Days, so we're going to take every last one of them. D*LUX can get their title shot and we'll air it on Syndicated for everyone back home to see. Then, we go back to America and wait for HI-YAH to come calling again. Rinse, repeat and watch the money come piling in until the idea becomes unprofitable. SIMON (off camera) Just like Hollywood! A smirk slowly appears on Blanchard's face, as he rubs his chin to show he's mulling what's been said over. BLANCHARD I like it. I like it a lot! Tell you what, we need some security. No pictures taken without specific permission. If not, $10 a photo. Mackie, you phone up the HI-YAH offices and tell them we need a hotel upgrade. And, ask about Geisha girls. Ones who can run me a good bath. MACKENZIE And make me a good martini. ... BLANCHARD You know, I think I might grow to like this country. ---------------------------------------------- COACH I really need to get one of those Geisha girls next time I go to Japan. I need a good head massage....if you know what I mean? COLE Just kill me now. *Cut to Tony Schiavone at the interview podium.* TONY Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the OAOAST Heavyweight champion of the World...ALFDOGG! *crowd pops all hugelike as Magnum Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat/Howling at the Moon hits and Alfdogg makes his way up to the podium.* TONY Alf, last week, you had your first up-close encounter with your challenger at AngleSlam, Drek Stone. You also announced that you'd be participating in the big ten-man tag match at Syndicated. One of your opponents in that match...Drek Stone. ALF You know, Tony...I've thought long and hard about the stuff Mr. Stone had to say about me last week. He babbled on about what a superstar he was, and how inferior I was to him. He also mentioned how much success the Italians had been having lately in the world of sports! It's true, Italy did win the World Cup of soccer...but let's face it, Drek, you're a little rusty. I saw your performance at Battlebowl...and I started to think that maybe Chef Boyardee would be a more suitable challenger at AngleSlam. *crowd cheers* ALF And quite frankly, your "superstardom" doesn't impress me. You come out here, and you give the same repetitive speech, make the same jokes about buyrates that all my other challengers like to make. But that's OK, laugh it up! Just know that the result will be the same as all the others...me standing over you with the belt, as you stare at the lights. *crowd cheers* ALF Some of the names you mentioned, they sound awful familiar. Do you know where Chris Stevens is now? He's sitting at home, watching this show, after being sent to the hospital SEVEN MONTHS ago, because of ME. *crowd cheers* ALF What about Hoff, "your buddy"? Yeah, he beat me, and he kept his #1 contendership last year around this time, and he won his second World title. But he knew who was next in line. *Alf points to himself as the crowd cheers.* ALF So what did "your buddy" do? He dropped the title on the mat and he ran home scared. Just like you, Drek. Why *haven't* you challenged me, Drek? I've been back for quite some time now, and I'm not the hardest person to find. But for some reason, you've never seemed to be around in that time. Why is that Drek? *crowd cheers* ALF Well, I'll be really easy to find at Syndicated, Drek. You'll find me right here in this ring, stomping your ass into a big, steaming pile of Beefaroni. *crowd EXPLODES (in their pants lol)~* ALF The time for talk is over, Drek...and soon to follow, is the Drek Stone era in the OAOAST! *crowd goes crazy as Magnum Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat/Howling at the Moon plays Alf off the stage. TONY There you have it, the time for talking is indeed over! We're a mere 9 days away from Syndicated in Australia! We'll return with more HD in Cleveland in just a bit. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 21, 2006 COLE We're back folks, and you know, Coach, the Beverly Hills Blondes aren't the only superstars of ours hanging out in the Land of the Rising Sun. COACH Mikey Cole, I know that look, and I think I know what you're gettin' at... COLE Fans, forget the hyperbole spewed by The Wildcards. Forget the word "fear", because it is not one that exists for this man. Forget...actually, forget talking about it, we're gonna go right to the footage sent to us personally by ZACK MALIBU! *The screen flickers, and then goes staticy, filling with snow, before a black and white, slowed down piece of footage starts airing. It's footage of Zack Malibu watching on as Bloodshed ravages Scotty Static, back at The Wildcards' debut at Living Angleously this past year.* "You broke your promise. You made your word mean nothing to me anymore." Another flickering of the screen brings up more static, until it's replaced with quick shots in succession of OAOAST Superstars, notably James Blonde, Faqu, and The Hooligans, questioning Malibu's actions in bringing Bruce Blank, Bloodshed and Todd Cortez into the OAOAST. "You destroyed my reputation, and ruined the bond I had with my own company." The screen flickers again, replacing that footage with footage of The Wildcards trapping Zack Malibu inside a steel cage, and laying waist to him. "You beat me. Bloodied me. Left me for dead." Another snowy transition into old footage, as this time the pummelling of Caboose at the hands of Bruce Blank is shown. "You attacked my mentor, and put him out of the business he loves." More static, and this time it's not old, black and white footage. This time it's live and in living color, as Zack Malibu is starting deep into the camera. "All those things...turning your back on me. Destroying my credibility, my reputation...tearing apart the company I helped build from the inside out...putting my best friend in the business out on a forced retirement, nearly maiming him in the process...and you think I'm AFRAID of you, Bruce Blank? Did you think I wouldn't come after you? Some say it was too soon. I say it wasn't soon enough. Some think I'm afraid because I haven't shown my face in a few weeks. Does that keep you on edge? Or does it make you feel victorious, thinking I've tucked tail and ran away? I'm not afraid of you, Bruce. Right now I'm in Japan, honoring my commitments to HI-YAH that were made long before you were a part of my life, because that's what I am. A man of honor...something that you've challenged by doing what you've done to me. Because I'm not here much longer...I'll be back stateside in just under two weeks, and when I am...I'm coming back for you, in any way I can. You think I'm hiding from you? You think I fear you? AFTER WHAT YOU DID, DO YOU THINK I WOULDN'T COME FOR YOU? It's YOUR turn, Bruce. It's YOUR turn to suffer. I might not be able to make you feel in that black heart of yours the pain I've felt in mine, but I can hurt you. Make you ache...make you bleed...make you SCREAM IN AGONY...because I brought this on myself, and it's my cross to bear. It's not about redemption, Bruce. Not retribution, either...no no, it's more than that. It's about loss. Losing something you hold dear to you. You've gone after my friends, my company...what do I have to lose? Nothing anymore. You, on the other hand? It's not about your career. It's not about the SWF. It's that when I get back, I'm going to make you hurt, worse than ever before. I'm going to make the King of Pain BEG FOR MERCY, and when I do...what'll you have left? The aura...the traits that make you what you are...the heartless monster that I opened my door to...it'll all be gone. No one will fear you anymore, Bruce Blank, because I'll humanize you. It's just like every horror movie ending, when the killing spree of the monster catches up to him, and he's got to own up to it. For The Hooligans, for Caboose, for Faqu and James Blonde...for everyone that has had their blood spilt, their heads split open, their bones cracked and broken for what I've done by bringing you into the OAOAST...most importantly, for myself...if for anything, just peace of mind...I'm not going to rest until you're finished. You can break my bones, make me bleed buckets, leave me for dead inside or outside any arena in the WORLD, Bruce...but I'm not going to stop. If I can't walk, I'll crawl to you. If I can't punch, I'll bite...I WILL DO WHATEVER I HAVE TO DO AS LONG AS THEIR IS A BREATH LEFT IN ME TO TAKE YOU OUT...and if you can't wait, Bruce...if you can't wait for me to come back to the US...you know where to find me." Malibu, face red with rage, fumes as the camera closes in, the shot getting tighter until it's just of his eyes, and when he tilts his head downward, the screen closes, fading to black. ----------------------------------------------------- COLE If there's any match in this company I am looking forward to, it is Zack Malibu finally getting his hands on Bruce Blank. COLE Well, coming up next we've got a special challenge singles match, as we'll be seeing the monster Gibraltar in action! COACH Gibraltar kicks everyone's ass in this room. And you can quote me on that. COLE Well, last week on HeldDOWN Gibraltar asked for a gauntlet match against the nine superstars that had to work together to eliminate Gibraltar from the Battlebowl match on the Fourth of July. However, due to technical difficulties, we were unable to bring you that match. COACH Technical difficulties? Are you kidding me? Just tell these people the truth. Gibraltar's manager, Saint Andrew, held up the show, saying he wanted to re-negotiate the terms of Gibraltar's contract! COLE Well, whatever the reason, the match never took place. However, this week Gibraltar himself has been challenged, by one of the nine that were set for that gauntlet match, Longdogger Pete! COACH The SWF guy again? Every time I see that guy I get sick to my stomach. COLE The fact remains that the Miami Menace has enjoyed a modest amount of success here in OAOAST. He defeated the Sadist in singles competition, advanced into the Battlebowl match, and lasted about halfway through, even managing to eliminate former world champion Peter Knight from the competition! COACH And Knight has definitely been steamed about that ever since! He vowed last week to make Pete's life a living hell! Sounds like fun, Cole! The lights go out and "Bloody Murderer" by Cursive hits the speakers. The mammoth Gibraltar enters the stage, preceded closely by his manager Saint Andrew, who howls in demonic laughter as the pair descend the ramp. BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by SAINT ANDREW... weighing in at 502 pounds... GIBRALLLLLLTAR! Gibraltar wastes no time in getting to the ring, then standing tall in the center and raising his massive arms in belief of certain victory. Saint Andrew takes up an unobtrusive position at ringside. COACH Gibraltar is a monster, Cole! An absolute monster! Anyone who challenges him to a one-on-one match has got to be out of his head! "OH MY GOD! INCREDIBLE SUPERSTAR!" "Baseline" by Quarashi kicks up on the speakers and Gibraltar's opponent emerges on the stage to a flood of white strobe lights and a small cloud of smoke. Longdogger Pete begins walking down the ramp, clad in a black leather jacket, black jeans, and boots, as well as two knee braces. COACH And here comes that wacko now! COLE I don't believe Longdogger Pete has ever faced an opponent of this size before! COACH That's not true! He once had a match against the Hville Thugg! COLE Coach, how the hell do you know that? COACH Um... research? BUFFER Introducing the opponent, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 257 pounds... LOOOOONGDOGGERRRRRR PEEEEEETE! Once again, the audience reaction to Pete's arrival is mixed. The former SWF fan favorite gets a few cheers, but also draws some boos from the die-hard OAOAST loyalists. Pete tries his best to ignore the reaction as he steps into the ring, eyeing Gibraltar from the opposite corner as he mentally prepares himself for the contest. Surprisingly, before the match gets underway, "Metalingus" by Alter Bridge begins playing, and a third entrant appears on the stage. Peter Knight looks uninterested in the upcoming match, instead making his way down the ramp and toward the commentary table. COLE Well, Coach, it looks like we're about to be joined by former world champion Peter Knight! KNIGHT (settling into a third seat at the table) Hello, gentlemen. COACH Mr. Knight, it's great to have you here. Pete, for his part, does his best to ignore his potential rival seated at ringside. Instead he focuses his attention on the giant Gibraltar, who is raring to go. DING DING! Pete goes on the aggressive right away, hammering at Gibraltar's midsection (about as high as he can reach) with a series of hard right punches. Gibraltar shakes them off, seemingly unaffected, and delivers a huge chop across Pete's chest, knocking him back about a foot. Pete appears unfazed, stepping forth again and attacking with a knife-edge chop of his own. Pete impacts on Gibraltar with a resounding slap, though once again Gibraltar isn't moved in the slightest. COLE The Miami Menace is having some early troubles against this monster. COACH It might take an army just to knock this guy back! So, uh, Mr. Knight, what brings you out here tonight? KNIGHT I just came out here to see what the old man has left in his tank. COLE You know, 39 is not really that old. Many superstars continue their careers long after that age. KNIGHT Did I ask you for your opinion, Cole? COACH Oh, very nice. You tell him, Mr. Knight. Longdogger Pete attempts to pull on Gibraltar's arm, trying for an Irish whip, but he finds he can't easily move the big man, and Gibraltar reverses the whip instead. Pete gets hurtled into the ropes, picking up speed upon the return trip, where he leaps into the air, launching his body into Gibraltar like a human 250-pound torpedo, and knocking Gibraltar backward onto his behind. COLE I guess that's how you knock him back. KNIGHT It doesn't matter. This guy's going to get what's coming to him. Pete drops across the fallen Gibraltar, pummeling his opponent with mounted punches to the upper body, then after a moment, hooks the leg of Gibraltar for a cover attempt. COLE LDP follows up the Dogg Pound with the first cover of the matchup! ONE! TWO! NO! Gibraltar shoves Pete out of the way, literally tossing him aside. Pete rolls away and up into a kneeling position as Gibraltar gets back to his feet. COLE Gibraltar avoids the pinfall with a massive toss to his much smaller opponent. So Peter, tell us, why do you have such a problem with LDP? KNIGHT Look, I've done my homework on this guy. He's old, he's washed up, he's battled injuries all his life, and he no longer wrestles anything that can remotely resemble quality matches. He's a waste of space and he doesn't deserve to be here. Pete starts to stand, but is quickly knocked over by a massive boot by Gibraltar. COLE Are you just saying all this because he eliminated you from the Battlebowl? COACH Cole, show some respect! This guy is a former world champion! Gibraltar goes for a cover on Pete and the referee makes the count. ONE! TWO! NO! Pete manages to kick out. Gibraltar groans in anger and gets to his feet. Gibraltar lifts Pete clear off the mat and, with surprisingly little resistance, tosses Pete clear over the top rope. Pete drops to the floor below, lying still, as Saint Andrew approaches, staring down at the fallen LDP and cackling like a madman. COLE I think that guy might be legitimately insane! KNIGHT See, this is why Longdogger Pete doesn't belong in the wrestling industry any longer. He didn't have the energy to even try to stop Gibraltar, and now, he's motionless! Gibraltar climbs out of the ring to head towards Pete, who is struggling to get up, but being held down by Saint Andrew, who is still laughing in his face. The powerful Gibraltar actually shoves his own manager out of the way to get his hands on Pete again. Gibraltar lifts Pete into the air, and slams him horizontally against the ring post. Pete cries out in pain as his back strikes the hard metal post. Gibraltar doesn't let go of Pete, instead flipping him over, chest-down, and then powerslamming him onto his back. Pete again cries out, landing hard on his back. COLE Gibraltar is absolutely manhandling LDP! Gibraltar picks Pete up again and shoves him back into the ring, underneath the bottom rope. Gibraltar climbs up the steel steps in order to re-enter the ring and exact further damage. COACH He's destroying him! The guy who calls himself the One Man Wrecking Crew is just getting... wrecked! I love it! Um... Mr. Knight? Mr. Knight, where are you going? KNIGHT (getting up) I've seen all I need to see. As Peter Knight stands up from the commentary table, he folds up his chair and takes it with him. He slides into the ring, raising an open hand to signal to Gibraltar to keep his distance. Surprisingly, Gibraltar obliges, and Pete unsuspectingly tries to get back to his feet, oblivious to Peter Knight's presence in the ring, standing behind Pete with steel chair in hand. Knight deftly swings the chair across Pete's back side... SMACK!! The chair impacts across Pete's back, doing further damage and knocking the Doggah back to the mat, and this time he doesn't get up. Knight holds the chair over his head in triumph as the referee verbally reprimands the intruder. COLE Oh, what a chairshot! And the ref calls for the bell! DING DING! BUFFER The winner of this contest as a result of a disqualification... LOOOOONGDOGGERRRRRR PEEEEEEETE! COLE Pete is the winner, but he doesn't appear to be in any shape to celebrate his victory. COACH Looks like Peter Knight is taking the microphone from Buffer! KNIGHT (standing over Pete) You want to make your mark here, Pete? Then I challenge you to a little match at Syndicated. A tag match, to be more specific. It goes like this. Me and my new pal Gibraltar here, will take on you - and a partner of your choosing. If you can find anyone to team with, that is. If I were you, I'd leave OAOAST now while you have the chance - or else you're going to end up just like this - week after week! Knight drops the microphone atop Pete's fallen form as "Metalingus" plays again, then kicks Pete in the ribs for good measure. Knight then beats a hasty retreat out of the ring, with Gibraltar not far behind. COLE Knight has issued a challenge to LDP at Syndicated - with Gibraltar as his ally! COACH LDP can't beat even one of those guys, let alone both of them! COLE Will Pete accept this challenge? Who will his partner be? COACH Is he even going to get up? COLE I don 't know. As we get someone down here to check on the 'Dogger, let's get an update on the Tag Team World Cup. This update is brought to you by the Playstation 3. PS3: Cough up the dough, fuckers; you know you want to. COACH Wow, agressive marketing. COLE Folks, we promised highlights of Team Heyross's victory, and we now have those highlights! *cut to footage, and a shot of the Hong Kong team.* COLE That's Jin Zhi Han on your left, and his partner is Song Bing Rong! *highlights of Team Heyross delivering the DOUBLE GOOZLE~! to Han.* COACH Zhi means "will" or "determination", but it takes more than that against Team USA, Team Heyross! *The Super Rocker Dropper finishes off Rong, and Team Heyross is shown celebrating as the crowd gives them nice applause.* COLE So Team Heyross turned a lot of heads in India, and they hope to do the same next week in Kuwait when they take on the Chinese team, who were victorious over Greece! COACH Yeah, you hear that, people? If you live in KUWAIT, you can watch Team Heyross wrestle next week! *sigh* COLE Here's the rest of that bracket, as your other matchup will feature Japan taking on the team from Australia, a match that will take place in Taiwan. No real surprises in this bracket, unlike in the European Bracket, which we'll get to shortly, but let's first take a look at the American Bracket: COLE As you can see, it will be the team from Cuba stepping up to take on the Canadians, who were very impressive tonight, and we'll have that match right here on HeldDOWN~! next week. The winner of that match will advance to the finals of the bracket on August 5th, to take on the winner between the Mexicans and Germans, who will do battle in Jamaica. COLE As mentioned, a couple of upsets here, as we've got a 6-7 matchup set for the second round, the team from Denmark advances to take on the seventh-seeded Jamaicans, as Italy and Sweden are both sent home prematurely! COACH Quite a letdown for the Italians after winning the soccer World Cup just recently! COLE That match taking place in Glasgow, Scotland. And the big one in that bracket, the English and French, in what's sure to be a heated battle in Manchester! COLE And another business-as-usual bracket here, as Lithuania will now go to Zaire to take on Finland, while Iran will fight it out with the home-team Egyptians in Sudan. Should be another exciting round of tag team action! Speaking of tag action, the OAOAST Tag titles will be on the line next! Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 21, 2006 CUE: "Quiet" by the Smashing Pumpkins A thick cloud of black smoke fills the entranceway, marking the arrival of Black T who are met by a considerable amount of cheers. In the unfamiliar role of challenger, the duo dubbed the "Trans-Atlantic Wrecking" maintain that cool and confident march to the ring. They understand the importance of tonight's match, one they likely won't see again until July 30th at Syndicated. Speaking of which... * SWOOP~! * SCHIAVONE Hi, everyone. Tony Schiavone and Jesse "The Body" Ventura from OAOAST Syndicated here to bring you the next match on HeldDOWN~!, and what a big match it is, Jesse Ventura. VENTURA You got arguably the greatest tag team in OAOAST history, Black T, going up against the self-proclaimed greatest rock 'n' wrestling band of all time, the Heavenly Rockers, for the tag team championship of the world. It's almost as big as the 10-man tag set for Syndicated, July 30th. SCHIAVONE After the horrible event that took place earlier tonight involving Bill Watts, more like a 5-on-4 handicap match come July 30th, Jesse. VENTURA Hey, you know what? I have no interest in the outcome of the 10-man at Syndicated because my checks are signed by TSM, so no matter who controls the OAOAST after July 30th I still get paid, but Watts got what he had coming, Schiavone. He never should of tried to compete with the younger generation. The wrestlers of today are bigger, stronger, nastier and dirtier. You'd never see a guy from my generation try to compete with the wrestlers of today, brother. CUE: "Heart-Shaped Box" "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" SCHIAVONE Oh, yeah! That ovation can only mean one thing... VENTURA The Body is here. SCHIAVONE No, the Heavenly Rrrrockers! The Heavenly Rockers and Holly-Wood appear on the multi-colored lit stage. No lime speedos this week. Synth and Logan back to sporting their leather jackets and pants. In a light-hearted moment, an overly ambiguous male fan showers Logan and Holly with rice. Unlike Lolly, security isn't amused. The fan is restrained and escorted out of the premises. Synth and Logan soak in the madness from the crowd, posing on the turnbuckles while never letting their eyes off Black T. A singular white spotlight beams down on Michael Buffer as he takes center stage. * DING * DING * DING * DING * BUFFER LLLLLLadies and gentlemen, your attention please. The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the ONE & ONLY ANGLESAULT THREAD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD! Your referee for the bout...multi-time European Referee of the Year, Sir Miles Manchester. Are you ready? Wrestling fans, ARE...YOU...RRRRREADY? "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" BUFFER Then for the thousands in attendence and the millions watching live on TSM...ladies and gentlemen...LLLLLLLET'S GET READY TO RRRRRUUUUMBLLLLLLLE! BOOM~! BOOM~! BOOM~! BUFFER Introducing first, the challengers...considered by many the greatest tag team in OAOAST history, weighing in tonight at 502 pounds, the former three-time professional wrestling tag team champions of the woooooorld, the Trans-Atlantic Wrecking Crew..."THE ICE HEART" DAN BLACK and TONY BRANNIGAN...BLACK TEEEEEEEEEEEE! "BOO-YEAH-BOO-YEAH-BOO-YEAH-BOO!" Dan and Tony stand back-to-back, slowly opening their robes as they rotate in a circular motion to display their bodies to the masses. They wipe the beads of sweat on their foreheads and flick them in the direction of the Heavenly Rockers and Holly-Wood for shits and giggles. (They're heeling it up tonight, folks. You can cheer them July 30th.) BUFFER And their opponents, accompanied by their manager HOLLY-WOOD...from Sin City, total combine weight of 445 pounds, the greatest rock 'n' wrestling band of all time and the reigning TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WOOOOOOORLD...THE HEAVENLY RRRRRRROOOOOOOCKERRRRRRRSSSSSSS! "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" SCHIAVONE Nobody does introductions like Michael Buffer. VENTURA Absolutely. But I gotta say, I'm disappointed with the reaction for Black T. Here they are fighting for their company, and the only one's who really understood how big of a threat the OAOAST was under, and they're getting booed? That's like spiting in the face of a solider just back from Iraq or Afganistan. No matter your political view, you put it aside for the men and female putting their life on the line. SCHIAVONE Point well taken, although I'm not sure I'd put it like that. We are in the hometown of the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame, you know. Synth and Logan bounce from pillar-to-post, amping up the crowd. They unstrap the tag belts from around their waists and hand them over to referee Miles Manchester, only for Black T to pry 'em away. Despite being fan favorites in their grudge against Axel, Drek Stone and Hoff, Black T are heavily booed for their actions. The Trans-Atlantic Wrecking Crew pose with the belts in front of Synth and Logan, no respect for the champions whatsoever. VENTURA Ha ha. You gotta love it, Schiavone. The mind games already being played. Black T learn Synth and Logan aren't here to play, throwing their jackets in the faces of Dan and Tony! All 4 men burn holes through each other as Miles intervenes, ordering both sides to their corners. SCHIAVONE Miles Manchester, one of the all time great referees in the sport, showing why he's still going strong all these years later, taking control of the situation. Looks like we're ready to go with Dan Black and Logan Mann starting for their teams. * DING DING * Dan and Logan lean in and lock up in the center of the ring. Dan Black leaving Mann spaghetti-legged following a brutal European uppercut. Into the corner goes Logan, meeting face to face with the top turnbuckle. Black viciously chops Logan in the corner until his chest turns into the color of ground beef. Irish whip to the far corner, Black charging in but hitting nothing but turnbuckle as Logan swings over the top and nails the Ice Heart with a top rope double-axehandle smash! Mann goes for the cover, but sudden takes a quick left and levels Tony Brannigan with a running elbow! Dan attacks from the blindside, bur Logan sees him and throws a WICKED LEFT HOOK~! Black ducks and wraps up Mann for one of his many suplex varations, a German Suplex. But Logan lands on his feet and tags Synth. DOUBLE SYNCHRONIZED DROPKICK! The Heveanly Rockers rocking and rolling. Tony Brannigan not faring any better than his partner, the recipent of a double hip-toss and synchronized dropkick. Black hurries in, and is launched into Brannigan, the two tumbling over the top rope to the floor! VENTURA Black T need a time-out. Right on cue, Dan and Tony call for time. And like a well-oiled machine... SCHIAVONE There aren't any time outs in wrestling, Jesse. Their IQ double that of Stephen Hawking, Black T create a makeshift time out by stalling. They revise their game plan and ready themselves for more intense action. Tony Brannigan replacing Dan Black as the legal man, flaunts both biceps, as if that's somehow supposed to impress or intimidate Synth. The Synthmeister returns the favor, popping the crowd by flexing his rather scrawny arms compared to Brannigan. As Synth quickly finds out -- you don't tug on Superman's cape, spit in the air, or mock another man's biceps. Tony stuns Synth with a kneelift to the midsection, then connects with forearm shots that rattles the rock star. Synth shot off to the ropes and decked by a back elbow from the former World Champion. Synth's sternum victimized by a number of power forearm drops, Brannigan scooping him up and firing the Synthmeister into the corner. He gets a big surprise as he charges in...a back elbow to the jaw! Synth leaps onto the middle turnbuckle and jumps off, delivering a SECOND ROPE ELBOW DROP! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! Synth brings Tony up in an armbar and drags him over to the Heavenly Rockers corner, he and Logan utilizing a series of quick tags to weaken the arm of Brannigan with axehandle smashes. Full armdrag and twist into an armdrag takeover, Logan Mann using an armbar to ground his much larger opponent. The veteran that he is, Tony Brannigan doesn't panic -- he gets cagey. Brannigan returns to his feet, grimacing due to the annoyance from the armbar, and lures Logan into the Black T corner, but before he and Dan can engage in some ass-kicking Logan battles his way out. SCHIAVOINE Right, left. Bionic elbow, right jab. Logan Mann a house afire! Tony reverses Mann's Irish whip attempt, nearly stumbling over in the process. Which just so happens to coincide with a blind tag from the Heavenly Rockers. Such subtly. Sunset flip fails to bring Tony down as Synth enters. Brannigan avoids contact with Synth, the Synthmeister leapfrogging over and sliding through Tony's legs on the rebound, doubling over the big man with a kick to the gut as he lifts Logan up in a choke, causing him to release Mann by his side. The fans rise in unison as the Heavenly Rockers prepare to play some PERCUSSION, but not if Dan Black has his way. The Ice Heart rushing to the aid of his partner, he and Tony butting heads after Synth and Logan shove Brannigan back into him! Dan rolls onto the apron to shake off the cobwebs. Synth looks to capitalized by sending Brannigan in for the ride, but Tony counters and it's Synth who takes the ride across town. The wrong side of town. Black putting the knee up as Synth hits the ropes, jabbing it into the lower back of the Synthmeister. If Synth ventured into the wrong side of town, he now finds himself in a dark alley. Tony buys himself a breather by tossing Synth outside, which also gives Dan Black a chance to physically dissect the Synth-a-nator. VENTURA Oh, is Synth in a bad spot now. SCHIAVONE Tony Brannigan distracting the referee while Dan Black pumpels Synth on the arena floor! That isn't right. Miles Manchester having to restrain an understandably irate Logan Mann. Synth rammed shoulder-first into just about every piece of steel outside -- guardrail, ringpost, ring steps, etc. Dan nonchalantly rolls Synth back into the ring, dusting his hands as he climbs back onto the apron with a haunting smirk etched on his face. Tony Brannigan drives the knee into the side of the head prior to tagging out. Black doesn't hesitate with his next move, dragging Synth to the corner and WHACKING the right arm into the side of the RINGPOST! SYNTH Ah, shit! Synth flops like a fish out of water, once again finding that injury prone right arm in pain. Black relentless in his attack, thrusting Synth through the middle and top turnbuckles, driving the shoulder again into the ringpost! The focus remains on the arm, Dan delivering a picture-perfect shoulderbreaker before locking on a short-arm scissors. Logan and Holly rally the crowd. "ROCK 'N' ROLL!" "ROCK 'N' ROLL!" "ROCK 'N' ROLL!" That gets the old adreanline flowing. Synth rolling onto his back, crotching over Dan to relive some of the pain. Kicks to the head leave Dan unfazed, Synth forced to try a new line of attack. And he does, grinding the bottom of the boot into the left eye until Black breaks the hold! Synth steps over Dan's body to near his corner, only to have his foot grabbed. Dan uses Synth's body to pull himself up, hammering the back of the neck with forearm smashes. Black scoopes Synth off the ground for a back suplex, but Synth floats over and locks on a DRAGON SLEEPER! Dan kicks his arms and legs in the air, desperately trying to escape the clutches of a move he knows all too well. On the verge of going down, Dan is saved by Tony Brannigan, whose clothesline shifts the momentum over to Dan who places Synth in the dragon sleeper! VENTURA He's got locked on and locked on good, Schiavone. SCHIAVONE Last month we talked about how the Great Angle Bash hadn't been kind to the incumbent World Tag Team Champions. The same can be said for HeldDOWN~! in the summertime, as the tag team championship has changed hands on this very program the past few years. VENTURA And it's looking more and more like that tradition will continue. Synth going out of it. Miles checks Synth, raising the arm up...and down. ONE... Arm goes up, arm goes down again. TWO... VENTURA One more and it's over. New champions. THREE-- NO!! The ROAR of the crowd says it all. Synth rising up to his feet, pumping his fists in a drumming motion. Knee strikes to the forehead doesn't break the hold, nor do closed fists to the side of the head. Dan allows Synth to roam around while trapped in the clutches of the dragon sleeper, letting him waste some of his energy. He cranks the pressure back on when Synth makes a play towards his corner. Trapped again in the center of the ring, Synth positions himself to where he can see the turnbuckle, cradles Dan's neck and blindly shuffles his feet forward, climbing up the turnbuckles and flipping over, planting Black into the canvas with an INVERTED DDT! VENTURA Whoa, unbelievable! SCHIAVONE My God! I've seen it and I still don't believe it. What a counter. But it also took a lot out of Synth. Synth musters up whatever strength he has left and drapes his arm over Dan. ONE... Synth's right arm gives away after making contact with Dan's chest, the pain shooting through his entire body. Under no threat from Synth Dan easily makes a tag, telling Brannigan to "finish him off." Tony gets in a few more kicks before picking Synth up and whipping him to the ropes. OUT OF BODY EX-- NO! Synth telegraphs the Out of Body Experience spinebuster, floating over the top and driving Tony into the ropes...but Brannigan bumps into the referee, sending senior citizen Miles Manchester out to the floor as Synth rolls Tony back. SCHIAVONE One, two, three, four, five. VENTURA Yeah, but the referee don't see. SCHIAVONE And from the looks of it, he may be hurt. Miles is seen holding onto his hip, grimacing in pain. Holly checks on the old man, signaling for help from the back. Meanwhile, the action continues inside the ring. Tony kicks out of the roll-up with authority, shoving Synth into the ropes. The Synthmeister leapfrogs Brannigan on the rebound, stopping in his tracks and spinning Tony around...PERCUSSION DDT!!! "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" SCHIAVONE There it is! But there's still no referee. That changes as Lolly help Miles up and roll him back inside. Miles builds up the suspense by slowly crawling over to Synth and Tony, selling the hip injury like a champ. VENTURA What's this? There's gotta be some ethics violations here. I mean, this is close to bribery. Logan and Holly are trying to score points with the referee. ONE... TWO... THREE! NO!! SCHIAVONE Dan Black with the save out of nowhere! How about that? Black and Logan get into it, exchanging a couple of blows before Miles wraps Logan up from his knees, still doing his job despite a possible broken hip. With the ref's attention on Logan, Dan drags Tony all the way over to their corner and tags himself in. Black charges and is brought down by a drop toehold, Synth riding Dan like an amatuer wrestler would, placing Black in a front facelock as he brings him up to his feet...TWIRLING THE FINGER OF DEATH~! But Dan is determine not to go down easily, unleashing a round of knee strikes to the midsection, then goes for the Heart of Ice, but Synth fights it and rolls through. Both men up on their feet, Black takeing Synth over in a side headlock. Synth scissors the head, Dan countering by floating on top. ONE... TWO... THR-- Synth beautifully BRIDGES UP AND UNDER... NO! His right arm gives away and Dan immediately seizes the opportunity, bringing the Synthmeister down to the canvas in the "HEART OF ICE" CROSSFACE! SCHIAVONE (screaming at the top of his lungs) Heart of Ice! Heart of Ice! Heart..of...Ice! The fans are on their feet and cheering not so much because they love Black T, but rather the possibilty of witnessing a title change. Synth refusing to quit. His eyes increasing becoming heavy. VENTURA This guy is a glutton for punishment, Schiavone. I've never seen anyone last this long in the Heart of Ice. SCHIAVONE The tag titles mean so much to that young man, Jesse. The Heavenly Rockers have endured a lot to get to where they are now. If they lose the belts, they'll die trying. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" SCHIAVONE Wha...Is that--Is that who I think it is?! VENTURA It is! AXEL, HOFF and DREK STONE force their way through the crowd and over the guardrail. Unware of what's coming up behind her Holly accidently bumps into Drek Stone, who gives her a wink and a love pat on the BUTT! Holly's like, "Oh, no, you didn't," jumping on Stone's back, clawing at his eyes. Enough of the foreplay says Drek, wrapping his arm around Holly's neck. He slings her over his shoulder... ...STONECUTTER ON STEEL RING STEPS! SCHIAVONE (somber) Oh, m...Oh, my God. "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" VENTURA It's gotten out of hand now, Tony. Logan wonders what the fuss is about, checking his surrounds when he spots Drek Stone walking away from Holly, lifeless across the steel steps. Mann loses it. In a fit of rage and with no regard for his well being, Logan wipes Drek out with a slingshot crossbody! Wielding a STEEL CHAIR Hoff wallops Mann, knocking him off Drek. The two former World Champions lay a beating on Logan until another former World Champion enters the picture. Tony Brannigan tackles Drek Stone to the ground and wails away. Hoff gets in on the action, pumpeling Tony from behind while Logan attends to Holly, sobbing like a little bitch as EMTs arrive on the scene. Up on the apron, OAOAST Presidential hopeful Axel ganers the attention of both the referee and Dan Black just as Synth seemingly passes out from the pain. Axel is caught by surprise when Dan breaks the crossface and slugs him! SCHIAVONE Who's your daddy, Axel? Axel lies on the floor, woozy. Logan Mann helping EMTs wheel Holly backstage on a stretcher. The timekeeper going berserk in the background. But why? In the ring, Dan signals the end is near with the slashing of the throat. He scales the turnbuckles, giving himself a few seconds to properly blance himself on the top rope knowing Synth is unconscious. In case you've forgotten, this is wrestling. Nothing is certain, as we learn why the timekeeper was going out of his mind moments ago. Drek Stone slides the RING BELL into the ring, the wooden edge smacking Synth upside the head, causing the Synthmeister to turn just an inch to his left as Dan soars off the top... * DING * ...AND HEADBUTTS THE RING BELL! SCHIAVONE & VENTURA Axel and his boys flee, dumping a battered Tony Brannigan over the guardrail. Dan and Synth laid out next to each other, neither in good condition. Synth leans his head on Dan's right shoulder, which is a good enough cover for the man who puts the "senior" in senior offical, Miles Manchester. ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING * BUFFER The winners of the match and STILL the OAOAST World Tag Team Champions... THE HEAVENLY ROCKERS! "Heart-Shaped Box" cues up to a mixed reaction. Fans pissed Axel, Drek Stone and Hoff played a huge role in the outcome of the match. Miles Manchester crawling on his belly to place the tag titles on Synth, raising the left arm in victory. The ring is again surrounded by EMTs and officials to help Miles and Synth, who have to avoid the debris being hurled in the ring. SCHIAVONE Axel, Hoff and Drek Stone have done it again, Jesse. First they eliminated Bill Watts from the big 10-man tag at Syndicated, then they inexplicably took out Holly, now they can add screwing Black T out of the World tag team titles. I can't believe I'm siding with Black T, but they had no business out here. None. To be quite blunt, this shit's gotta stop! VENTURA You gotta feel sorry for Logan and Holly. Their relationship is more tragic than Love Story. SCHIAVONE Now is not the time to be cracking jokes, Jesse. VENTURA I'm just calling it like it is. The only thing that got cracked here tonight was Holly's skull. One of the most devastating moves I have ever seen in my career as a wrestler or broadcaster, a Stonecutter on the steel ring steps. Wow. SCHIAVONE Fans, we gotta take a break or something. We hope to have an update on Holly-Wood later on the show. If not, be sure to check out OAOAST.com or the OAOAST Hot Newzline at 1-900-555-4OAO. We'll be back. UP NEXT: Brock Ausstin IN ACTION~! Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 21, 2006 Punishment by BIOHAZARD hits and Brock Ausstin makes his way out, to ever-increasing cheers, with some boos still scattered. COLE And a FOCUSED Brock Ausstin ready for action here on HeldDOWN~! BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, from Victoria, Minnesota, weighing in at 305 pounds...BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROCK AUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN NNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! Brock climbs into the ring and does the Happy Happy Hoss Dance~! BUFFER His opponent...from Clermont, Kentucky, weighing in at 323 pounds...JACK BEAM! *Beam gets a mixed reaction as he raises his hands into the air.* COLE Beam was last seen in Brock's Sunday Detention Challenge at School's Out...and here we go! *DING DING DING* Beam ambushes Brock right from the get-go! COACH I know for a fact Brock still has the Bash fresh in his mind, I wouldn't want to make him mad if I was Jack! Beam whips Brock across the ring into a corner, and Brock bounces out and NAILS Beam with a BIG clothesline! COLE Too late! Brock grabs Beam, and delivers a belly-to-belly overhead! Brock then waits on Beam to get up...and scoops him up on his shoulders! COACH Jesus Christ, already? COLE Hey, easy! COACH God damn, already? COLE Brock turns him for all the screaming crowd to see, and delivers the F-STUNNER-5~!!!!!11111 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* COLE Brock means BUSINESS, DAMN IT~! And can you believe this crowd? BUFFER The winner of the match...BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROCK AUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN NNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! Brock then walks over, and stands over Beam. He reaches into the back of his tights. COACH He's not done yet, Cole! Brock pulls a replica Otaku II mask from the back of his tights! COLE THAT'S it! He WISHES this was Otaku he was doing this to. Brock then goes to the outside, and throws the timekeeper to the floor by his shirt, then grabs his chair and slides into the ring. The referee steps in Brock's path and grabs the chair, and Brock simply jerks him right out of the ring. Brock then uses the chair and BLASTS Beam right in the head after he gets up, busting him wide open. COLE And Beam busted wide open, let's get some officials out here! Some officials get out there. COACH ...let's get some strippers out here! Strippers don't get out there. COACH Brock takes Beam up the ramp, as officials try to intervene. Brock grabs Beam in a headlock, and holds him for the camera to see, then delivers a right hand to the bloody, masked Beam. COACH Does Brock want Otaku or what? Brock then takes Beam to the edge of the stage, and scoops him onto his shoulders once again. COLE Oh come on now, the officials have got to stop this! COACH Yeah, you've got to stop this, officials! Michael Cole said so! Brock delivers an F-STUNNER-5~!!!!!11111 OFF THE STAGE to Jack Beam!!! Crowd chants HOLY SHIT, as Brock stares down at Beam and Punishment plays. COACH I'll tell you something, Cole, there's only one person I would want to be less than Alfdogg right now, and that's Otaku II! Because Brock's coming! *cut backstage, with Brock staring down with a sick grin at Jack Beam.* The camera cuts to The Lightning Crew dressing room where “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican and Vitamin X are located. The crowd boos loudly. Vitamin X is doing the Shane-O-Mac Shuffle, getting ready for his Hardcore Match against Thunderkid, while Tha Puerto Rican is thinking about something, holding his Corporate Champion belt over his right shoulder. He is in his wrestling attire. VX stops doing the Shane-O-Mac Shuffle. VITAMIN X What’s up man? “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN X, do you know what you’re getting yourself into tonight? This is a Hardcore Match. I repeat. A HARDCORE MATCH. This isn’t going to be no picnic, X. This is serious bidness. Thunderkid is looking to send a message to me before our match at Syndicated by beating you up. And, man, I don’t want to see you get hurt. You’re the Financial Consultant for The Lightning Crew, and you’re a very important part of The LC. I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into. VITAMIN X P.R., don’t worry about it. I’ve got Thunderkid right where I want him. When we step into the ring tonight, I am going to teach him what happens when you mess with Tha Puerto Rican! I’m going to give him this! And I’m going to give him THAT! BOO-YAH~! He’s going to be down for the count! And then, afterwards, I’ll pin him 1-2-3 not just for me, not just for The Lightning Crew, but for you, my excellent boss, my excellent leader! PRL smiles at hearing this. THA PUERTO RICAN Aww thanks X. You know I love you like a brother right? VITAMIN X Yeah, I love you too man. THA PUERTO RICAN Well, as a token of my love and support, I’ve decided that, tonight, for one night only, I’m going to give you the honor, the PRIVELEGE of being The Corporate Champion. Vitamin X is surprised, but pleased, at hearing this. VITAMIN X Uh…wha…really? You…you’re serious? Seriously? Really? THA PUERTO RICAN Yes, X. Yes. Tonight, in this Hardcore Match. You ARE “The Corporate Champion” Vitamin X! The crowd boos. Vitamin X is so happy. VITAMIN X Really? That’s…that’s awesome PR! Really awesome! Thank you! Thank you so much! I won’t let you down! I promise I won’t let you down! I promise! Thank you PR! Thank you so much! Tha Puerto Rican just nods his head. THA PUERTO RICAN And Vitamin X, since you are the Corporate Champion, I’m giving you YOUR belt! Here you go! Tha Puerto Rican hands the Corporate Champion belt over to Vitamin X. X accepts it like it’s the OAOAST Title. He is overjoyed. VITAMIN X Wow. Thanks PR! I appreciate it. THA PUERTO RICAN No problem. Tha Puerto Rican watches as Vitamin X looks at the Corporate Champion belt. VX puts the Corporate Champion belt over his right shoulder. He shines the belt with his left hand. PRL’s expression changes from happiness to worried, and then he starts shaking. He has an anxious look on his face. THA PUERTO RICAN Uh…you know what? How about you let me take the belt? Would that be okay? PR takes the Corporate Champion belt back. Vitamin X is disappointed. PRL You’re still the Corporate Champion, buddy. It’s just that…well; I would like to hold the Corporate Champion belt. I just would like that very much. Thank you. VITAMIN X Um…okay PR. Sure. No problem. Vitamin X is disappointed, but tries to hide it. It seems to work. THA PUERTO RICAN Thank you. PR kisses the Corporate Champion belt. PR So, are you ready to lay the smackdown on Thunderkid’s candy ass? VX PR, I was born ready! THA PUERTO RICAN All right! Then, what are we waiting for? Go get him, X! Do it for yourself! Do it for The Lightning Crew! But most of all do it for me! VITAMIN X I will, PR! I will! PUERTO RICAN All right! Good luck man! PRL slaps Vitamin X on the back. X gives PRL the thumbs up sign and smiles. Vitamin X…uh, I mean “The Corporate Champion” Vitamin X opens the door and leaves The Lightning Crew dressing room. Tha Puerto Rican (no “The Corporate Champion” tonight) looks on, holding the Corporate Champion belt over his left shoulder. He has a serious look on his face. PRL kisses the Corporate Champion belt. PR goes back to looking on with a serious look on his face. He kisses the Corporate Champion belt again. The lights go down in the arena. Yellow strobe lights appear around the entrance, and smoke appears in the entryway, as “God Of Thunder” by KISS starts playing. The crowd cheers loudly, knowing that it’s time for Thunderkid to make his entrance. COLE Here we go! It’s time for the Hardcore Match right here on HeldDOWN~! The entrance doors slide open, and Thunderkid comes out. The crowd pops. TK raises his hands in the air, but keeps his eyes focused on the ring. He starts walking down the entrance ramp as “God Of Thunder” continues playing. TK slaps hands with the fans. *DING DING DING* MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Hardcore Match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, coming to the ring at this time. From Green Bay, Wisconsin. Weighing in at 255 lbs. He is a former OAOAST North American Champion. He…is…THUNDERRRRRRRKIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD DDD! TK continues walking to the ring. COLE Thunderkid is ready for this Hardcore Match! COACH But you can bet Thunderkid is already thinking of his match against Tha Puerto Rican in 9 days at Syndicated! COLE I’m sure he is, but he better not let that distract him. A Hardcore Match is no joke! He could get seriously injured tonight against Vitamin X! COACH And I bet PRL wouldn’t complain about that! Thunderkid gets on the ring apron and enters the ring. ‘Kid raises his hands in the air to more cheers from the crowd. TK paces around the ring, getting ready for his encounter with Vitamin X. COLE This match came as a result of what happened last week when Thunderkid made an appearance during the Tag Team Title Match when Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph Popick took on the defending champions, The Heavenly Rockers. COACH Thunderkid didn’t actually attack PRL, but he distracted him enough that The Heavenly Rockers were able to get the win and retain their titles. COLE And PRL was furious. So furious that he ordered Vitamin X to take on Thunderkid in a Hardcore Match. COACH And Michael, I think the Hardcore stipulation actually helps Vitamin X’s chances at winning this match. I mean, let’s face it, Vitamin X isn’t the greatest wrestler ever; but since this is a Hardcore Match, Vitamin X can do what he pleases, and that may end up helping him and hurting Thunderkid! COLE Well, we will find out in just a few moments as “The Corporate Champion” Vitamin X takes on Thunderkid Hardcore Style! I can’t believe Vitamin X is “The Corporate Champion” for one night only. Please! Give me a break! COACH We’ll see how Corporate Vitamin X does right now! The lights go back in the arena. Thunderkid is pacing back and forth, looking to the entrance. “God Of Thunder” by KISS dies down. The crowd buzzes in anticipation, knowing who is coming out next (unfortunately). *KA-CHING~!* *Come and take your Vitamin X.* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Bling-Bling” by The B.G. featuring The Big Tymers and Hot Boys starts playing. The crowd is still booing loudly. Vitamin X comes out, doing the Shane-O-Mac Shuffle. X is wearing a white Lightning Crew T-shirt, and over it is a red baseball jersey that has VITAMIN X on the front in white cursive font, VX in white blocky letters on the sleeves, and on the back is the word THUNDERDICK written in big, white blocky letters. VX is also wearing blue elbow pads, dark blue sweatpants, and white Air Jordans. Dollar signs are superimposed over the entrance way as Vitamin X begins his walk to the ring, bobbing his head to the beat of his entrance song. BUFFER And his opponent. Coming to the ring at this time. From Miami, Florida. Weighing in at 248 lbs. He is the Financial Consultant for The Lightning Crew. VITAMINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN EXXXXXXXXXXX--- Thunderkid clotheslines Vitamin X on the entrance ramp! COLE Whoa! They’re ready to start this early! Referee Earl Hebner calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* HARDCORE MATCH THUNDERKID vs. VITAMIN X Thunderkid grabs Vitamin X by his hair, and then gives him a bodyslam on the entrance ramp! VITAMIN X OW! The crowd cheers as Thunderkid stomps on Vitamin X for a bit, and then picks him up by his baseball jersey. THUNDERKID Thunderdick, huh? TK THROWS Vitamin X a few feet down the entrance ramp! VX rolls down to ringside. COLE I don’t think Thunderkid appreciated the saying on the back of Vitamin X’s jersey! TK continues his assault, picking VX up again, and punching him the face again and again! One right hand later, and VX is down! Thunderkid pulls up the ring apron and searches underneath the ring for something. ‘Kid pulls out a steel chair! Meanwhile, Vitamin X is just starting to get up. Thunderkid waits for him to get to his feet. When he does… *CRACK!* THUNDERKID WALLOPS VITAMIN X WITH THE CHAIR! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHH!” COLE Vitamin X is seeing stars right now! COACH Yeah, and not stars as in celebrities, he’s fucking knocked out cold! TK glances at him angrily, and then goes back to searching under the ring again. COACH What’s he looking for now? Vitamin X is squirming on the floor. ‘Kid He grabs a table now and sets it up. TK picks up The X-Man and punches him again. He scoops X up, placing him over his right shoulder. Thunderkid charges forward….but Vitamin X slips off of Thunderkid and shoves him into the steel post! CROWD AWWWW! COLE And Vitamin X with his first offensive move of the night! Vitamin X wipes the sweat off his forehead, and then searches under the ring apron for something. He pulls out ANOTHER table! X sets up the second table right next to the first table. But The X-Man is not done yet. Vitamin X looks under the ring apron once again. And this time he pulls out…a ladder. COLE Oh my! OH MY! A ladder! A ladder has been brought out! COACH Vitamin X must REALLY want to win this match if he brought out a ladder! COLE Thunderkid maybe in trouble here! The crowd starts buzzing, worried for Thunderkid’s well being. VX has a smirk on his face as he pulls the ladder out and throws it into the ring. A “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” chant starts up for the annoying Financial Consultant of The Lightning Crew. Vitamin X picks up Thunderkid and nails him with a right hand. He does it a second time for good measure. Then he starts moving around, causing the crowd to boo. Punch. Punch. Punch. Shane-O-Mac Shuffle. Punch! Thunderkid goes down! “P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS! P.R. SUCKS!” Vitamin X enters the ring and sets up the ladder. COLE Vitamin X is in control, and I can’t believe I’m saying that! COACH This match maybe over real soon! The ladder is set up, so Vitamin X exits the ring, and grabs Thunderkid. TK is winded, so Vitamin X easily puts him in between the two tables. Thunderkid is laid out on the two tables, so Vitamin X enters the ring again and starts climbing the ladder! The crowd is getting louder and louder. COACH Look out Thunderkid! Vitamin X is on top of the ladder. Thunderkid is laid out on the outside on top of two ladders. VX measures the distance from the ring to the tables and smiles evilly. COLE Oh no! This won’t be good! This can’t be good! Thunderkid is in trouble! Thunderkid maybe in REAL big trouble! VX looks at the crowd and then leaps off the top of the ladder, doing the Leap Of Faith aiming for the tables! But Thunderkid moves off the tables… And Vitamin X goes CRASHING RIGHT THROUGH THE TWO TABLES!!!! COACH YO~! COLE OH MY GOD! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The crowd cheers loudly! Vitamin X lies in the wreckage of the two tables, his eyes glazed over, while Thunderkid is on the ground taking a breather. COLE I don’t believe it! Vitamin X just went through TWO tables! Vitamin X is out cold! COACH Did you see that? Thunderkid was quick to escape, and Vitamin X took all the force! He went through the table without Thunderkid! The OAOAST HeldDOWN~! logo flashes across the screen. We see a replay of Vitamin X’s table crash again and again through different angles. COLE Vitamin X’s 248-pound body went through two tables, and now he is out cold. But is this match going to continue? Or is this match over? We’ll find out when we come back on HeldDOWN~! Vitamin X is still out cold. Thunderkid is starting to get up as we take a commercial break. (COMERCIALS) We return from the commercial break with EMTs checking on Vitamin X. Tha Puerto Rican is out here also checking up on Vitamin X. COLE Back on HeldDOWN~!, and folks, I’m not sure if this match will continue. Vitamin X is being checked on by EMTs. COACH PRL is out here. As the EMTs check on VX, Thunderkid gets up and walks towards X. He shoves the EMTs away, and picks up Vitamin X! The crowd starts cheering. Tha Puerto Rican tries to stop TK, but TK lunges at him and PRL pees his pants. Thunderkid whips Vitamin X into the steel steps! Vitamin X hits the ring steps HARD! COLE And the match will continue because Thunderkid says so! COACH He doesn’t want this match to end! He wants to hurt Vitamin X, just like he wants to hurt Tha Puerto Rican on July 29th at Syndicated! Thunderkid grabs the top ring step and takes it with him to the other side of the ring. He places it next to a barricade. TK then picks up Vitamin X, who is breathing hard, and drags him by his jersey over to the ring step. TK sits Vitamin X in front of the ring step. Vitamin X’s head rests on the ring step, sweating and breathing hard. Thunderkid walks to the other end of the ringside area. He then charges forward…and nails Vitamin X in the head with his right knee! To make things worst, Vitamin X’s head was sandwiched between TK’s right knee and the ring step! Vitamin X crumbles to the floor! COLE Oh! Did you see that? Thunderkid just crushed Vitamin X’s skull! COACH I’d hate to be Vitamin X right now! Or any day for that matter! Tha Puerto Rican shows worry for his compadre. TK plays to the crowd to loud cheers, as the crowd likes his total destruction of Vitamin X. Thunderkid picks up Vitamin X, who is obviously not in the mood to fight, and then throws him into the ring. TK follows. ‘Kid gives X a bodyslam. He then grabs the ladder and sets it up near a turnbuckle. Thunderkid exits the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. Once he climbs the top rope, TK then starts climbing the ladder! The crowd cheers. COLE Now Thunderkid is using the ladder! What will he think of now? Thunderkid climbs the top of the ladder, towering over Vitamin X. He prepares to do a move over the weakened X. But Tha Puerto Rican enters the ring and slams a Kendo Stick across Thunderkid’s back! THUNDERKID AAAAAAHHHH! PRL repeatedly slams the Kendo Stick across ‘Kid’s back, stopping him from doing a move off the ladder. The crowd boos. Thunderkid climbs down the ladder. PRL is still slamming the Kendo Stick across Thunderkid’s back. Meanwhile, Vitamin X is starting to get up. PRL drops the Kendo Stick, and starts beating up on Thunderkid. COLE And now Tha Puerto Rican, Tha Puerto Rican is beating up the man he will face in 9 days! I can’t believe it! COACH And this crowd doesn’t like it one bit! The crowd boos loudly. Thanks to the Kendo Stick shots, PRL is able to beat the crap out of Thunderkid. But that doesn’t last long as Thunderkid starts laying in lefts and rights on Tha Puerto Rican! Right hand! Left hand! Right hand! Left hand! Right hand! Left hand! Thunderkid headbutts Tha Puerto Rican! PRL falls to the mat! VITAMIN X SLAMS THE LADDER ON THUNDERKID’s BACK! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Thunderkid collapses onto the mat! Vitamin X is still holding onto the ladder, so he just slams it onto Thunderkid’s back again! Tha Puerto Rican gives X the thumbs up sign. He is pleased. Thunderkid is down on the mat, so Vitamin X covers him! 1… 2… KICK OUT! VITAMIN X DAMN IT! “X’S A PUSS-SEE!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* “X’S A PUSS-SEE!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* “X’S A PUSS-SEE!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* “X’S A PUSS-SEE!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* COACH If Caboose were here, he’d say, “HE IS NOT!” COLE Yeah. VX picks up the ladder again. He holds it, waiting for Thunderkid to get up. When he does, Vitamin X charges forward, and nails Thunderkid with the front of the ladder! He covers Thunderkid again. It gets a two count! X slams the mat in frustration. He continues his offense by kicking Thunderkid all over his body. The crowd continues chanting “X’S A PUSS-SEE!” X tells the crowd to “SHUT THE HELL UP!” Vitamin X turns Thunderkid over, and starts nailing him with elbows to the back. Double axehandle shots to the back! PRL is now up, and is cheering Vitamin X. COLE Tha Puerto Rican really wants Vitamin X to soften up Thunderkid before they meet at Syndicated. The X-Man picks up Thunderkid and applies a surfboard on him! He pulls Thunderkid’s arms. Earl Hebner checks on TK. EARL HEBNER DO YOU GIVE UP? THUNDERKID NO! THA PUERTO RICAN THAT’S IT X! THAT’S HOW YOU DO IT! HURT HIM! HURT HIM! Vitamin X laughs evilly as he continues applying the surfboard. COLE Vitamin X has Thunderkid trapped in that submission hold! COACH I can’t believe Vitamin X has gotten so much offense in this match! “KILL THE X-MAN!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* “KILL THE X-MAN!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* “KILL THE X-MAN!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* “KILL THE X-MAN!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* VX holds onto the arms of Thunderkid. TK starts squirming, trying to escape the hold. The crowd starts clapping in unison, rallying behind TK. TK starts shaking, and soon he turns around. Thunderkid gets on one knee, with Vitamin X still holding onto the arms. However, Vitamin X kicks him in the back, and Thunderkid is on the mat again. VX goes back to the surfboard, laughing at Thunderkid’s misery. VITAMIN X COME ON THUNDERDICK! TRY TO GET OUT OF THIS ONE! Thunderkid starts shaking again, and he turns around. He gets on one knee, and then gets to his feet, Vitamin X still holding onto the arms. COLE Thunderkid maybe making the comeback right here! Thunderkid uses all his strength and kicks Vitamin X in the gut to escape the surfboard! The crowd cheers! TK beats on Vitamin X for a few seconds, and then Irish whips him into the ropes. Thunderkid puts his head down, so Vitamin X responds by giving TK a floatover DDT! PRL Yes! Vitamin X covers Thunderkid. 1…2…KICK OUT! VITAMIN X COME ON REF! JUST…COME ON! Tha Puerto Rican looks underneath the ring and pulls out a steel chair. He slides the chair into the ring for “The Corporate Champion” Vitamin X to grab. X grabs the chair and waits for Thunderkid to start moving. When he gets on his knees, VX slams the chair on Thunderkid’s back! Thunderkid goes down! COLE And Vitamin X with that VICIOUS chairshot on Thunderkid! Vitamin X throws the chair aside, and grabs Thunderkid’s right hand. He starts dragging Thunderkid to a turnbuckle. Vitamin X places Thunderkid on the turnbuckle, with Thunderkid’s head resting on the second turnbuckle pad. A LOUD “P.R. SUCKS!” chant starts up again. VITAMIN X Yo. Vitamin X calls for something. That something is a garbage can, pulled out by Tha Puerto Rican! PRL throws the garbage into Vitamin X’s hands (nice catch!). Vitamin X, with a smirk on his face, walks over to Thunderkid with the garbage can in his hands, and forces Thunderkid to hold the garbage can. COLE Uh-oh! Uh-oh! What could Vitamin X be going for now? COACH I don’t know Mikey, but it can’t be good for Thunderkid. The crowd starts getting loud, booing Vitamin X. Tha Puerto Rican is holding the garbage can in front of Thunderkid, making sure he doesn’t escape. While holding the can, PRL trash talks to Thunderkid. Vitamin X walks with a swagger to the opposite side of the ring. He exits the ring and climbs the top rope. COLE Vitamin X maybe looking to go Coast-To-Coast now! COACH He’s going for the Van Terminator Mikey! The VAN TERMINATOR! The crowd is buzzing, as Vitamin X is on the top rope, looking at Thunderkid, who is resting on the opposite side of the ring. Tha Puerto Rican is still holding the garbage can in front of Thunderkid, taunting him the whole time. Thunderkid appears to be out of it. COLE This could be the end right here! We could be seeing the end of the match! COACH This will definitely soften up Thunderkid for Tha Puerto Rican! THA PUERTO RICAN Yeah, you motherfucker! You ain’t shit! You ain’t shit! You motherfucker! You’re going to lose! X-Man is going to kick your ass! You’re going down, bitch! You motherfucker! You’re going down! HA! HA! HA! You’re going down, son! VX measures the distance between him and Thunderkid, and then leaps off the top rope, going for the VAN TERMINATOR… BUT THUNDERKID MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!!! *CRASH!* AND VITAMIN X DOES THE VAN TERMINATOR ON THA PUERTO RICAN INSTEAD! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE That Van Terminator didn’t go exactly as planned! Vitamin X hit his boss instead of his target! Tha Puerto Rican comically collapses to the floor! PRL is now face down on the ground. The crowd is going wild. Vitamin X is shocked at what he just did. He says, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” again and again. COLE The tide maybe turning! Thunderkid is getting up while Vitamin X apologizes to Tha Puerto Rican. Vitamin X turns around…and gets hit in the head by Thunderkid! Vitamin X punches Thunderkid! Thunderkid punches Vitamin X! A slugfest erupts between the two superstars! Thunderkid gains control and whips Vitamin X into the ropes. Thunderkid kicks Vitamin X in the gut, and then bounces off the ropes delivering a Bicycle Kick on the X-Man! Thunderkid immediately gets up. He picks up X and gives him the Falcon Arrow! Thunderkid picks up the dazed and confused Vitamin X again, and starts punching X in the face. Again! And again! And again! And again! Thunderkid grabs Vitamin X by his red baseball jersey, and hoists him up into the air. The crowd starts cheering loudly as Vitamin X screams for his life. VX is panicking, shaking his head. COLE Look at the power of Thunderkid! Able to lift Vitamin X over his head like no problem! Tha Puerto Rican is also panicking on the outside. Thunderkid walks around the ring holding Vitamin X in the air. He does a couple of bench presses with X as the dumbbell, and then simply drops him onto the mat! VITAMIN X OUCHIE! COLE Thunderkid is making the comeback all over Vitamin X’s ass! Vitamin X holds his nose on the mat. Thunderkid walks around the ring, IN ANGER~! Thunderkid plays to the crowd, who cheer loudly. Thunderkid screams out to the crowd. COLE It looks like the end is near. COACH No, the end is here! Vitamin X is slowly starting to get up. Thunderkid helps him up. Thunderkid then sets him up for a Brainbuster. THUNDERBOLT DDT~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!& #33;1111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 11111111111 “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE Thunderbolt DDT! The Thunderbolt DDT! Thunderkid hit it! Thunderkid hit the Thunderbolt DDT! COACH He’s got it! He’s got the match won! The crowd cheers loudly as Thunderkid covers Vitamin X! Referee Earl Hebner counts along with the crowd! 1…. 2… 2 ½ 2.999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 3— THA PUERTO RICAN PULLS EARL HEBNER OUT OF THE RING! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COLE No! No! Tha Puerto Rican pulled the ref out of the ring! Tha Puerto Rican stopped the count! The crowd boos loudly. Earl Hebner argues with Tha Puerto Rican. Thunderkid notices that PRL is out there arguing with the referee, so he exits the ring and chases after PRL! COLE Uh-oh! Thunderkid is pissed off at Tha Puerto Rican right now! COACH He doesn’t want to wait till Syndicated! He wants PRL right here, right now! PRL runs as fast as he can to get away from Thunderkid. He enters the ring, with Thunderkid right behind him. PRL heads to a turnbuckle, and holds on for dear life as Thunderkid slowly walks towards him. The crowd starts cheering loudly. Thunderkid is furious, while PRL is begging Thunderkid not to hurt him! THA PUERTO RICAN No please! Please don’t hurt me! Please! I’m begging you! Don’t hurt me! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON’T HURT ME! Thunderkid slowly walks towards PRL, cracking his knuckles. The crowd is still cheering. Meanwhile, Cuban Wall runs down the entrance ramp and enters the ring. He pulls out something out of his tights and hands it over to Vitamin X. Cuban Wall then exits the ring. Thunderkid is only a few feet away from Tha Puerto Rican! THA PUERTO RICAN Please don’t hurt me! Please don’t hurt me! *BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!* Vitamin X STUNS Thunderkid with a TASER GUN! COLE It’s that taser gun! The taser gun has been used again! That damn taser gun! Thunderkid is convulsing following the taser gun shot! The crowd starts booing loudly. Tha Puerto Rican laughs evilly. Vitamin X grabs the convulsing Thunderkid and places him in between his legs. He hooks the arms, and then lifts Thunderkid up, giving him a neckbreaker! The Overdose (Double-armed suplex into a neckbreaker)! COLE The Overdose! Vitamin X just hit Thunderkid with The Overdose! We haven’t seen that move from him in a long time! The crowd is still booing. Tha Puerto Rican laughs manically. Cuban Wall is on the outside grinning evilly. Vitamin X covers Thunderkid, who is still convulsing. Referee Earl Hebner counts. THA PUERTO RICAN Yes! Yes! Yes! Cover him! Cover him! Cover him! COLE No! No! No! 1! 2! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* (17:17) “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COLE COACH Tha Puerto Rican jumps up and down in joy, celebrating Vitamin X/his victory over Thunderkid! Cuban Wall applauds VX on the outside. Vitamin X is overjoyed with his victory. Earl Hebner raises his hands in victory as “Bling-Bling” by The B.G. featuring The Big Tymers and Hot Boys starts playing. COACH Are you freaking KIDDING ME!?! BUFFER Here is your winner…”The Corporate Champion” VITAMINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN EXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX! Garbage is being thrown into the ring. Thunderkid is lying on the mat, convulsing. Vitamin X gets up and hugs Tha Puerto Rican. VITAMIN X BOO-YAH~! THA PUERTO RICAN BOO-YAH~! COLE What an upset! I am shocked! Vitamin X, VITAMIN X has beaten Thunderkid! VITAMIN X HAS JUST BEAT THUNDERKID! COACH But he needed Tha Puerto Rican’s help to do it! Let’s not forget that! COLE Still, in the record books, it will say that Vitamin X, on July 20, 2006, defeated Thunderkid on HeldDOWN~! This is the biggest upset in OAOAST history! Earl Hebner checks on Thunderkid. Cuban Wall enters the ring and congratulates his Brains & Brawn partner. Garbage is littering the ring. Vitamin X is all smiles; so happy that he got a victory over TK. Tha Puerto Rican tells Vitamin X, “You were the Corporate Champion tonight! You were the Corporate Champion tonight!” PRL hugs Vitamin X again. THA PUERTO RICAN You the man! VITAMIN X No, you the man! THA PUERTO RICAN No, you the man! VITAMIN X No, you the man! THA PUERTO RICAN No, you! VITAMIN X You! THA PUERTO RICAN You! Tha Puerto Rican raises Vitamin X’s hands in victory. A cup of soda hits Vitamin X in the back of his head. “Bling-Bling” is still playing. COLE For one night only, Tha Puerto Rican made Vitamin X The Corporate Champion, and on that night, Vitamin X defeated Thunderkid just 9 days away from Syndicated! COACH PRL screwed Thunderkid tonight just like he screwed him at The Great Angle Bash! COLE I bet you PRL considers this payback for Thunderkid distracting him last week! COACH I bet you’re right! Cuban Wall lifts Vitamin X onto his shoulders. Vitamin X parades around the ring on Cuban Wall’s shoulders waving his hands in the air like he just don’t care. Tha Puerto Rican applauds VX, and tries to start a “X-MAN! X-MAN! X-MAN! X-MAN!” chant. It doesn’t work. The crowd is still booing and throwing garbage into the ring. COLE Vitamin X is acting like he just won the OAOAST World Title! COACH Well come on Michael, how much of a shot does Vitamin X have of ever winning the World Title? COLE Good point. Earl Hebner helps Thunderkid out of the ring. Vitamin X is crying fake tears, acting like he won an Academy Award. VX high fives Tha Puerto Rican. COLE “The Corporate Champion” Vitamin X has beaten Thunderkid tonight on HeldDOWN~! and I bet Thunderkid won’t take this lying down! Earl Hebner helps Thunderkid walk up the entrance ramp. He is still convulsing, but not as much now. Tha Puerto Rican, Cuban Wall, and Vitamin X watch Thunderkid leave and laugh manically, loving the pain they’ve caused TK tonight. Garbage has covered the ring. The crowd is still booing. COLE Well, Tha Puerto Rican got one up on Thunderkid tonight. But this feud isn’t over yet. Thunderkid WILL meet Tha Puerto Rican on July 29th at Syndicated, and you can bet he’ll have what happened tonight on his mind for the next 9 days! COACH Thunderkid is going to use what happened tonight as further motivation in his match against PRL! I can’t wait until July 29th! COLE Me either, Coach! Tha Puerto Rican vs. Thunderkid is going to happen at OAOAST Syndicated July 29th! More HeldDOWN~! right after this! Tha Puerto Rican is still in the ring gloating over X’s victory. Vitamin X is still on Cuban Wall’s shoulders. Cuban Wall is smirking. The crowd is still booing, and some are still throwing garbage into the ring. Thunderkid and Earl Hebner have left through the entrance. “Bling-Bling” by The B.G. featuring The Big Tymers and Hot Boys continues playing. (FADE OUT) COMMERCIALS BOO-YAH~! UP NEXT: Da main event! Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 21, 2006 COLE And there you see the ominous steel which in mere moments will surround this ring, ahead of our big Steel Cage Showdown Main Event! For week upon week we've been anticipating the big confrontation between Bohemoth and Christian Wright, since their acrimonious split back at our last Syndicated broadcast. But Wright has found some way to escape each and every time. Tonight though, that's virtually impossible. There'll be nowhere for Christian to run and on top of that, no way that his hired guns The South Central Militia can get involved. COACH So says you. COLE Excuse me? COACH C'mon Mikey, wise up. CDub is the smartest man in the OAOAST. If anyone can formulate a plan to get around the confines of the cage, it's gonna be him! COLE Well the fact is, Christian Wright WILL be locked inside the cage, ALONE, with Bohemoth. And while our crack team of underpaid ring crew set about securing the cage in place, let's go backstage for some pre-match comments. Standing by, Josh Matthews is with Christian Wright. *STAR-WIPE~!* Back to the HeldDOWN~! interview position we go, where a defiant looking Christian Wright stands in full ring gear, ready for battle, flanked by The South Central Militia. Josh looks understandably nervous about Vinny and Moe's presence, as they stare the puny announcer down. MATTHEWS Christian, in mere moments, you will finally do battle with your long-time former tag tea... The SCM close in a little. MATTHEWS ...your former bodyguard, Bohemoth, one on one with no outside distractions. What are your thoughts right now, knowing you will be locked inside a fifteen foot high steel cage with the six foot seven, two hundred eighty five pound Meterosexual Monster? WRIGHT My thoughts are elementary, Joshua. Within the confines of unforgiving steel mesh, many will doubtless class me as underdog tonight. In composition, this environment would appear most favourable towards Bohemoth's unkempt, classless, brutish style of combat... but in reality, my superior intellect shan't be abridged by this demonic, man made steel structure. The ends shall justify the means. Whilst being incarcerated thus does not provide an attractive concept, I possess the mental accument to defeat the man known as Bohemoth, regardless. My years of association with this supposed 'Monster' have highlighted his flaws and imperfections. And I, moreso than any other, know how to single-handedly tarnish his vaunted reputation. MATTHEWS But... uh... it seems the South Central Militia are still here providing back-up. Again the Militia seem to be ready to round on J-Math, but Christian motions for them to calm down. WRIGHT I assure you, my good friends Vincent and Marcellus are present for moral support and no more. MATTHEWS Judging by past actions, I don't thi... A third time Vinny and Moe take a step towards Josh and this time, there's no suggestion CW is planning on calling them off. MATTHEWS ...let'sgotoGeneOkerlund. *nyoooiii!* As Josh runs off into the distance... ...we cut to another part of the arena and to Bohemoth, who is indeed standing by with "Mene" Gene. OKERLUND Bohemoth, for you I'm sure that tonight holds an air of history. Finally, you get the match you have craved for months now, the match that has been brewing virtually the entire year. The steel cage has been added to the match to ensure no-one can run for cover and no-one can interfere. And yet, as you saw there from that footage, it seems that still The South Central Militia threaten to ruin your magic moment. You must be wondering what you have to do to truly get Christian on his own. BOHEMOTH Three on one, one on one... either way, once that cage door closes behind me only one guy is gonna walk out. Bo removes his orange tinted shades. BOHEMOTH And Christian... it won't be you. Bohemoth strides off, as Gene raises his eyebrows in a typical look of surprise. *STAR-WIPE #2* We return to the arena as Michael Buffer stands beside the open cage door, being guarded by seldomly seen in the OAOAST Mike Chioda, ready to make the introductions. In the ring, referee Charles Robinson lounges in the corner. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is your main event of the evening! A Steel Cage Showdown to settle a personal conflict, yet to be resolved, within the same structure that has provided the resting place to many of this sports greatest rivalries. Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready? "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER Cleveland, Ohio... ARE... YOU... RRRRRREEEEEEEEAADDYYYYY!?!? "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER Then... for the thousands in attendance... and the millions tuning in at home, ladies and gentlemen... llllllLLLLLLLET'S GET RRRRREAADDYYYYY TO RRRRRUUUMMMBBBLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! *BREEEAAAK!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" As Buffer's grandious entrance fades down, "Tear Away" by Drowning Pool hits and heralds the arrival of Christian Wright. Emerging through the HeldDOWN~! entrance doors, the cloaked figure of The Natural stops on the stage and is soon backed up by The South Central Militia, who stand either side as Christian tears away his hood and strides to the ring. BUFFER Introducing first. Standing in at six foot one inch and weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty three pounds. He hails from Raleigh, North Carolina. Tonight, he steps into the steel preparing to face the man he called friend and protége for nearly five years, looking to prove his superiority. He is YOUR OAOAST 2005 Rookie Of The Year... this is "THE NATURAL"... CHHRRRRIIISSSTTIIIIAAAANN... WWWRRRIIIIIIGGHHHTTT!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH And look at that look of confidence! He's been forced into this match against his will and yet, still CDub isn't daunted. COLE With his two hired guns over his shoulder, I'm not surprised. "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" Up go the now familiar chants, earning the crowd some accussing looks from all three men making their way to the ring. Wright stops and looks over the cage with as few signs of worry as he can show on his face, shaking away the nerves as he climbs the steps and into the cage. Referee Chioda quickly slams the door behind him and plainly tells the SCM that they're to stay out on the floor, which Vinny and Moe apparantly have no problem with. *BbwWbAhmotherfuckerLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!* "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE And here we go! The roaring nu-metal sounds of "Liberate" by Disturbed pound out through the arena and the crowd go extra nuts, just to jerk Wright's chain a little more. Wright rushes over to one side of the cage and begins to direct the Militia around to the entrance ramp, as the doors part and ice cool Bohemoth marches out and straight on to the ring, orange tinted glasses over the nose as ever. BUFFER And introducing the opponent! From Greenville, South Carolina. Standing six feet, seven inches tall... he weighs in at two hundred, eighty four and one quarter pounds! After years serving his opponent as a bodyguard and tag team partner, in this match he aims to step from the shadow and prove that he is much more than just a sidekick... ladies and gentlemen, he is "THE METEROSEXUAL MONSTER"... BOOOOOOOOOO - HHEEEEEEEMMOOOTTHHHHHHHH!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Bohemoth's eyes are locked on the cage and the imprisoned Rookie Of The Year inside, but his gaze is soon needed elsewhere. Blocking the route to the door, The South Central Militia stand with arms folded as Bohemoth slows down to a stop and disposes of the shades, watching on as Chioda tries in vain to get the SCM to step aside. Vinny simply shoves him away, Moe daring Bohemoth on. COACH They've got him partially surrounded! In his days as a bodyguard, no doubt Bohemoth has dealt with pairs of thugs like Moe and Vinny time and time again. But never with a Steel Cage Match to follow. So Bo resists the urge to take them both on and instead walks away, over to the adjacent side of the cage, which he promptly begins to scale. Panicking, Wright orders the SCM to stop him and they rush around, Vinny the quickest and the first to get around...but also the first to get a mouthful of boot! Moe scales the cage behind Bo and grabs at his legs. But Bo kicks him away, managing to grab the top of the cage and give himself a safer perch as he kicks out again, sending Marcellus dropping off the cage and down into Vinny! COLE Well that's the South Central Militia dealt with. And now, with his line of back-up down, Christian is going to have to wrestle this match one on one, as intended! COACH No big deal... Bo takes a quick glance down to check the Militia are down before chinning up, pushing himself over the top of the cage. As soon as his head comes over the top though, it's met by Christian Wright as he climbs up the ropes and looks to head Bo off before he can enter! Grabbing the head, Wright lifts...and SLAMS Bo's head into the top of the cage! And again! COLE ...no big deal!? Christian's so afraid, he doesn't even want to let Bo into the cage! COACH Or, he's just eager to get the match going. COLE Some world class spin-doctoring there Coach. Hanging precariously over the top of the cage, Bo tries to get his feet firmly back against the cage wall. Wright is still on him though and he grabs the head a third time, telling the crowd in typical flowery fashion exactly what he plans to do. The problem with flowery language though, it takes a long while to say. And before he gets done talking, Wright starts plummeting, Bo able to push him away and cause him to fall from the top rope, landing throat first across the strand on the way down! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" *DINGDINGDING!* The bell sounds to officially start the match as Bo clambers into the cage and scales carefully down the wall. As his feet reach solid ground, The Meterosexual Monster then stalks after Wright who is crawling defensively towards the cage door, spluttering for breath. Bohemoth stays ever casual and lets Wright get tantilisingly close to escape before denying him, hauling him back to his feet in one swift, powerful movement. Cupping The Natural behind the head, Bo then points off to one side of the ring. "YYEEEEEEEEAAAA..." But, before he can run Wright into the steel, he gets nailed with a knee to the gut. "...AABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH There we go CDub! Caught unawares, Bo is doubled over by the sudden strike. That allows CW time to cradle the bigman up and slowly take him down into a small package... 1... 2... Kickout! Both men scramble to find their feet and Wright is slightly the nimbler, giving him time to cut Bohemoth off, landing a kick before tumbling over with an Oklahoma roll... 1... 2... Kickout! Wright still favours his throat, but knows he has to stay on the attack and slams a forearm over Bo's back on his way up. Another forearm lands as on the outside of the cage the SCM collect themselves and cheer The Natural on. Hitting the ropes, Wright then shoots back and connects with a Million $ Kneelift. Bohemoth goes staggering off across the ring and ends up draped over the ropes. Yet, despite a possible opening to attempt an escape though, CW gets a rush of blood to the head and runs in at Bo, not expecting him to step in and catch him charging. Scooping Wright up into his arms, Bohemoth goes into reverse... *CLANG!* ...and sends Wright head-first into the cage! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Bohemoth keeps Wright in his arms off the collision and charges across the ring... *CLANG!* ...driving him spine-first into the opposite side of mesh steel!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" But still Bo isn't done, carrying Wright back around and PLANTING him in centre ring with a Front Spinebuster!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COACH Eep! COLE What a series of moves! And that might end it, just that abruptly! 1... 2... NO, Kickout! Vinny and Marcellus applaud Wright's kickout, although they obviously realise he's in deep trouble. Unconcerned with the kickout, Bo climbs back to his feet and retreats across the ring, waiting for Wright to drag himself back to his feet. COLE This is where Wright is at a clear disadvantage. He may well be smarter than Bohemoth, but once Bo gets the opportunity to use his power he's going to be totally outmatched. Bohemoth is the most explosive man on the OAOAST roster today. COACH Yeah, well, Christian has an Advanced Degree in Explosives Studies! Or, at least, he could have if he wanted to. COLE And if such a thing existed. COACH That too. Slowly Wright drags himself to his feet and with the effects of the combo still fresh, he doesn't even bother to search out Bohemoth, as he instead immediately makes for the cage wall. Bo just shakes his head. Strolling over, Bo reaches up and grabs Wright as he reaches the middle rope, pulling him down to the canvas with a simple but effective thud. Bo then 'helps' Wright up and shoots him off into the corner. Hitting the turnbuckles, the reeling Natural stumbles out, into another irish whip that sends him crashing into the opposite corner. Wright stumbles out again and this time, Bohemoth guides him sideways... *CLANG!* ...and FACE-FIRST into the cage wall! COLE The flesh on your forehead can't take too many of those. Wright rebounds off the cage and falls to his knees in front of the SCM. Watching on with some slight concern, Vinny and Moe don't think to actually warn their wallet liner however, as Bohemoth strides up behind and drags CW up... *CLANG!* ...pitching him into the cage again! COACH Okay, the plan should be kicking in any time about now... Or, not, as when Wright collapses in a groggy heap, Vinny and Moe take a quick glance to each other before collectively walking off towards the back. "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" COACH ...wait for it... CW pushes off the canvas and looks up for some help, only to find his hired guns halfway up the ramp and not giving a second look back to the ring. COACH ...wait for it... The doors part and Vinny and Moe disappear, leaving Christian watching on in despair, pulling himself up on the ropes and shaking the cage, screaming up at the Militia who obviously can't hear him, being in the backstage area and all. COACH ...ah, CRAP! COLE I think The South Central Militia have given up on Christian Wright and left him alone in the proverbial lion's den! Plan B is out of the window now, so CW goes back to Plan A and begins to scramble up the ring ropes in search of an exit over the top of the cage. Bohemoth is again happy to give Christian a fleeting moment of hope as he reaches the top rope and reaches for the top of the cage before Bo finally strikes, clubbing CW in the back with a double axehandle. Turning away, Bohemoth then positions himself between Christian's legs (okay, careful) and hauls him from the top, down to the mat with a brutal snap Powerbomb! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The Natural virtually bounces off the canvas, rolling to a stop facedown on the canvas as Bohemoth looks through the cage wall and into the Cleveland crowd. They know what's coming. Bo knows what's coming. And were he aware of his surroundings, Christian Wright would know perhaps better than anyone else. Thumbs Up! THUMBS DOOOWN~! COACH Come on Mike, open the door! COLE Why? Is Christian going to somehow bounce out of the ring and to the floor on impact? Because I think that's his only hope right now. COACH It could happen! Waiting, Bohemoth is ready to put CW away. But CW isn't co-operating. He's too unconscious to co-operate. So Bohemoth is forced to take matters into his own hands and drag Wright off of the mat and scoop him up into his arms. Except, it's at that point that Christian comes to life and uses Bo's extra effort against him, floating over top and behind Bo, then snaring the head and dropping him down with an Inverted DDT! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COACH YES! YES! I TOLD YA, IT WAS ALL A PLAN!! Judging from the fact Christian is unable to follow up with a cover and instead lays prone on the mat looking up at the lights, it wasn't quite the masterplan Coach is giving him credit for. But still, the fans have been deflated, having expected the end. And now, instead, Bo is dazed and confused as it's Christian who finally makes a pinfall attempt... 1... 2... Kickout! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE A kickout, but still proof that Christian isn't quite beaten yet. Perhaps Bohemoth got a little over-confident once the backup left. Weakly Wright climbs back up and brings the two hundred, eighty four pounder up with him, bringing him over towards the cage. Wright dumps Bohemoth out through the ropes and stumbles away, brushing aside referee Charles Robinson as Bo uses the cage wall to get back to his feet. Once at the opposite side of the ring, Wright stops... "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" ...distracted by the crowd... WRIGHT SILENCE!! ...who don't heed his warning. So, CW looks to make them pay for their insolence as he rushes across the ring. Bo is just about to his feet as Wright leaps and sends his two hundred thirty three pounds hurtling towards The Meterosexual Monster with a body splash. But, rather than being crushed against the mesh wall, Bo simply catches CW in his arms! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COACH Oh no... Plan C, Plan C! COLE I think we're up to E by now, but it probably doesn't matter for much longer! Cradling his former mentor like he weighed next to nothing, Bohemoth steps in through the ropes from the apron, continuing to carry CW. Bo strides into the centre of the ring, but Christian is finally fighting back. So, to neutralise him, Bo charges... *CLANG!* ...driving him back-first into the side of the cage! COACH OH! *CLANG!* ...a second side! COACH OOOHH! *CLANG!* ...and a third, the wall buckling from the force of Wright's body being mushed against it! COACH OOOOOOHHH! Turning back, Bo then looks set for side four, but changes his mind. CW stays in the arms, as the hands go up into a more visible position... Thumbs Up! (again) THUMBS DOOOWN~! (AGAAAIN~!) ...before swinging The Natural out, around and DOWN with the Erotic Awakening Of B!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Robinson skids over as Bohemoth nods along with the now academic count... 1... 2... 3!!!!! *DINGDINGDING!* "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Consider the torch passed! COACH Damnit! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of this contest... BOOOOOOOOOO - HHEEEEEEEEMMMMOOOOOOOOTTHHHHHH!!!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Out sounds "Liberate" as Bohemoth's arm is raised in victory by referee Robinson. With no more than a cool, wry smirk on his face, Bo stands over Christian and places his foot on his former mentor's chest as a final show of dominance, showing he's finally stepped out of the shadow. And then some. COLE Well, all those months of anticipation and all those months of baiting and switching by Christian Wright just came back to bite him in the ass. Bohemoth used every bit of stored up intensity and will to win and my word, he just sent a message loud and clear to the OAOAST that he means business! COACH That was totally unfair. Without the Cage, CDub would have been able to out-wrestle the big lummox, but instead it turned into a fight. And because it was a fight, it went Bo's way. Bo climbs to all four corners of the ring and salutes each side of the crowd, with Christian still laid out in the centre of the ring. Giving a last look, Bo then points the thumbs down towards CW, a final symbol of closure. And it's a happy ending for HeldDOWN~! as Bo strides away and exits the ca... *CLAAAAAANG!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Wai...WAIT A MINUTE!! COACH What the hell... COLE DREK! DAMNIT, IT'S DREK STONE... AND HOFF... WHAT THE HELL!? The mood in the arena abruplty turns sour as Bohemoth collapses back into the ring courtesy of the cage door being slammed across his head, by BattleBowl winners past and present, Hoff and Drek Stone! Lagging behind is Axel, he too entering the ring, stepping over the KOed body of Mike Chioda, as Charles Robinson faces the same fate, getting decked by Hoff! COLE Damnit, these three again! What is going on here!? COACH Don't you get it? This is payback, Mikey. Bo made the mistake of rebuffing Axel's kind offer to join his team at Syndicated. This is his reward. Trash begins to rain into the walls of the cage, as is unfortunately becoming customary/clichéd again in the wrestling business. Hoff and Drek aren't concerned by it though, putting the boots to Bo with minimal trash actually coming close to touching them, while Axel directs traffic and puts the badmouth on Bohemoth at the same time. "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" "BO - HE - MOTH!" The fans try to rally Bo into a fightback, but he's still dazed from the cage door to the head and seems easy pickings, as Drek and Hoff haul him up... *CLANG!* ...sending Bo head-first into the cage wall! COLE Come on...get some damn security out here, get somebody! But that seems a usual task as, despite referees coming out on cue to try and stop this attack, there's no route in as Axel holds the door shut. Meanwhile behind him, Drek grabs Bo by the arm and lifts, assisting Hoff as he manages to get the 284 pounder up... ....SPINEBUSTAHHHH~! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COACH THAT'S how you do a Spinebuster, big guy! Hoff jumps back up and mocks Bohemoth, showing off his own impressive GUNZ~! to the Cleveland crowd, while Drek kneels down and SLAPS the bigman in the face. Still holding the door, Axel turns his head to the scene and smiles sickly, as still trash continues to be pelted at the ring and the cage. COLE Damnit this is ridiculous! First Bill Watts, then Black T and now...now THIS! These three bastards have systematically dismantled the OAOAST Lockerroom in one night! And this is just the beginning. Can you imagine what these three will do if they gain control of the company at Syndicated!? If this is a sign of things to come in the next few months, the OAOAST may well be in trouble... deep, deep trouble! ANGLESLAM 2006~! The Summer Vacation Tradition It's Only 6 Weeks Away! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted July 21, 2006 CREDITS: The Man Behind the Curtain: KingPK Writers: Adam Tony149 Zack Malibu Masked Man of Mystery and Bruce Blank Alfdogg Longdogger Pete King Cucaracha ©2006 OAOAST Entertainment. All Rights Reserved. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
