KingPK 0 Report post Posted September 1, 2006 A video montage of AngleSlam clips plays over the sounds of Will Smith's Miami as we start the show, ending with the image of Drek Stone holding the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title in the air as it fades out. We fade in to the home of the Orlando Magic, where another packed house has braved the rain and wind to have a front row seat to some AngleSlam fallout, big, bold and brassy. COLE We are coming off what many are saying was the best OAOAST show of the year, AngleSlam '06. Hello everyone, Michael Cole here along with the Coach live from waterlogged Orlando, Florida. COACH Come on Cole, give everyone the good news. COLE I'll get to that. This past Sunday in Miami was one of the wildest nights in OAOAST history. Thunderkid made Tha Puerto Rican say "I quit" in the cage, Team Canada captured the 2006 Tag Team World Cup, Black T became OAOAST Tag Team Champions for a THIRD time, and let's not forget the WAR that Zack Malibu and Bruce Blank went through. COACH And? COLE *Sigh* And.... COACH WE GOT A NEW CHAMP BAYBEEEEEE!!!! Drek Stone is da man once again! COLE Yes, in our main event, Drek Stone defeated Alfdogg for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title. We're gonna hear from the new champion, but there's someone else in the ring right now that would like to address the crowd. Sure enough, Tha Puerto Rican is standing in the ring. He is wearing his “Corporate” attire of white dress shirt, red tie, black sports jacket, $500 Rolex watch, black dress pants, and black dress shoes. He also has bandage wrapped around his head. He is holding the microphone in his left hand, and his black briefcase containing his Golden Contract in his right hand. PRL is in a foul mood as the crowd showers him with boos. COLE As I said, PRL lost to Thunderkid last Sunday night at AngleSlam in an “I Quit!” Steel Cage Match where PRL did indeed say, “I quit!” And then after the match, Thunderkid destroyed PRL’s Corporate Champion belt, which PR had been carrying for months. COACH AngleSlam was one of the worst nights in PRL’s career. That’s for certain. The crowd boos loudly. “YOU GAVE UP!” “YOU GAVE UP!” “YOU GAVE UP!” “YOU GAVE UP!” “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN So, you all saw AngleSlam last Sunday night? “YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” PRL And yes, it is true. YOUR CORPORATE CHAMPION did say, “I quit!” for the first time ever. The crowd cheers some more. PRL But you see, Thunderkid’s victory isn’t all it’s cracked out to be. No, if you saw the match, you remember that it wasn’t until Thunderkid used that—that SPIKE, and he used it---he used it to CARVE MY FLESH…it wasn’t until THEN did I say, “I quit!” Thunderkid had to use a WEAPON to BEAT ME. Do you realize that? He had to CHEAT to beat me! While I could have made Thunderkid say “I quit!” with my bare hands. And the reason he had to use that spike was because he knew, in his heart, that he just couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t make me say, “I quit!” He knew that he was the inferior athlete, and that’s why he CHEATED to beat me and make me say, “I quit!” for the first time ever! The crowd boos. COLE Now come on! Tha Puerto Rican is the one who brought that table into the ring! COACH Well technically, it was Stephen Joseph. COLE But still! It was PRL who used the table first. It was PRL who was using all the weapons in the match! Thunderkid was just using what was already there to his advantage! THA PUERTO RICAN So Thunderkid holds the victory, BUT it is a TAINTED victory! If it weren’t for that piece of wood that he made into a spike, I GUARAN-DAMN-TEE each and every one of you that I would have made Thunderkid submit! If it weren’t for that spike, I would be standing out here the winner. But Thunderkid decided to take the low road on Sunday night, using a weapon to PHYSICALLY ASSAULT ANOTHER HUMAN BEING! Thunderkid, YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME YOU BASTARD! If you pushed a little bit harder on that spike, you would have stabbed my brain and I wouldn’t be here no more! The crowd cheers! Those sadists. THA PUERTO RICAN As I was saying! You could have MURDERED me on Sunday! But instead, you left me with TWENTY-NINE stitches in my forehead. TWENTY-NINE. That’s why I’m wearing this bandage around my head. Because I don’t want to scare my little Lightning Bolts with all the stitches in my freaking forehead! And now, I’m going to have a scar on my head for the rest of my life. And that scar will remind me of the night a man named Thunderkid tried to commit MURDER in front of the millions and millions of Puerto Rican fans! COLE Oh. Give me a break. Tha Puerto Rican is pacing back and forth in the ring right now. He is breathing hard, as he is letting out all his anger in this promo. THA PUERTO RICAN And if that wasn’t enough, I lost my precious Corporate Champion belt last Sunday! “YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” THA PUERTO RICAN SHUT UP! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” PRL That belt met a lot to me Thunderkid. It was a present from my close friend Stephen Joseph Popick. I was so proud of that belt. I cherished it. That belt was a reminder that I was the best Corporate Champion ever. But you…you ASSHOLE! You destroyed it. You destroyed a present that a close friend gave to me. For that, you deserve to BURN IN HELL! “ASS-HOLE!” “ASS-HOLE!” “ASS-HOLE!” “ASS-HOLE!” THA PUERTO RICAN I know! He is an asshole! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” PRL Thunderkid, you will PAY for what you’ve done to me. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But someday. And when that day comes, you will know that KARMA IS A BITCH! More boos. PRL I may have said, “I quit!” I may have lost the Corporate Champion belt. But I am STILL STANDING! Thunderkid may have embarrassed me on Sunday, but I AM STILL HERE! It’s going to take a lot more than what happened at AngleSlam to stop me! Because I AM the Corporate Champ, because I AM the most electrifying man in professional wrestling, and because I AM the greatest professional wrestler of all-time! My name is “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican and I AM THE GREATEST PUERTO RICAN ATHLETE OF ALL-TIME! HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Tha Puerto Rican’s frantic screaming is suddenly interrupted by the arena being surrounded in an aura of golden light. An instrumental version of “Stars and Stripes Forever” immediately begins blasting over the loudspeakers. COLE ….what the hell is this? COACH We’re in Florida tonight, right? It must be Governor Jeb Bush! The most patriotic brother I know and the future President of the United States! COLE Yeah, this is why you’re the heel commentator. PRL, absolutely incensed that his interview is being interrupted, glares at the entranceway, waiting to see what this is about. His questions are soon answered though as sparkling red, white, and green fireworks begin popping above the AngleTron. Once the explosions end, a gigantic Italian flag unfurls from the top of the arena, completely covering the AngleTron. The bottom of the flag lightly grazes the steel at the top of the entranceway, fully showing just how huge the banner actually is. COACH This is it! It’s time to celebrate! Calm down, Coach! The preparation isn’t finished yet. Two lowly stagehands – so lowly that I’m not even going to bother typing out their names right now – run to the top of the ramp and unroll a striped red, white, and green carpet. The rug rolls down the slope to the ringside area, looking quite glamorous as it does so. The strains of “Stars and Stripes Forever” begin to slowly wane, replaced by a different song entirely. *Woke Up This Morning Got Yourself A Gun Mama Always Said You’d Be The Chosen One* The fans immediately break out in a rabid fit of boos as Drek Stone steps out to the top of the entranceway with a huge grin on his face. With the Italian flag proudly adorned behind him, and the OAOAST Heavyweight Championship triumphantly glittering around his waist, Drek raises his arms up to the crowd and basks in their undying disgust and hatred. COACH Six months ago, absolutely nobody thought we would be seeing this picture again. Drek Stone was gone! His career went down in flames! It was said that he would never be back in the OAOAST again! Well, now he’s back. He’s back and, believe it or not Michael Cole, he has resurrected his career in such a way that even Jesus Christ needs to watch with a loaf of bread in one hand and a glass of wine in the other hand in awe! Well, I’m going to hell for that one. Of course though, Drek Stone is not alone. Standing by his side is his loyal partner and former Heavyweight Champion in his own right…Hoff! The sight of the big man doesn’t please the crowd anymore as they continue to bask the Italian Stallion with boos. With a microphone already in his hand, Drek is ready to address the situation. DREK Hey PRL, you’re interrupting my celebration time. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Drek takes this time to use his forearm to shine the gold on his championship belt as the boobirds fly around the arena. DREK We get it, Lightning. You’re angry. You’re mad Thunderkid beat you and made you look like a Puerto Rican Laughingstock at AngleSlam. You’ve gotten your point across. So now I think you should take this time to finish up your interview and vamoose. You got it? PRL Vamoose? DREK Yes. Vamoose. Adios. Comprende, amigo? I was supposed to get this opening slot tonight to gloat about my win over Alfdogg at AngleSlam and I’ll be DAMNED if I’m going to let you mess it up for me. So, I’m trying to be civil now. Just get up and leave. Raising an eyebrow at the audacity of the Heavyweight Champion, Tha Puerto Rican grits his teeth slightly before continuing. PRL I’m trying to be calm here. I’ve never had a problem with you Drek. You and me have always managed to coexist peacefully in the OAOAST and I think it’s in your best interest to continue this trend. So I’m asking you politely to get your Guido ass back to the locker room. This has to do with Thunderkid and myself. Nobody else. So I need you to respectfully mind your own business and leave. Laughing lightly to himself, Drek looks at Hoff with a grin before turning his attention back to the ring. DREK Oh, it does have a little to do with me. You’re disrespecting me now. But that’s okay. That’s fine. Because I was meaning to talk to you anyway. I had a question for you. PRL A question? DREK Yeah. After the harsh beating I gave Thunderkid last Thursday – I mean, really, I took a belt buckle and nearly popped the kid’s eyeball out of his skull – how in the HELL could you possibly not finish the job at AngleSlam?! “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” PRL’s face darkens a bit. DREK No, really. I need to find this out. Are you that far gone? Have your skills deteriorated that quickly? Thunderkid had to walk into AngleSlam with a patch over his eye like a pirate and you STILL managed to lose to him. I weakened the guy for you and you STILL weren’t good enough to beat him. PRL Not good enough? DREK Not good enough. PRL NOT GOOD ENOUGH?! PRL’s voice violently shakes over the loudspeakers surprising many of the fans in Orlando with his intensity. DREK You heard me. PRL Well then you won’t mind if I show you personally just how good I am? How about it, Drek? You and me for the Heavyweight Title. We’ll do it right here tonight! “YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” COLE Haven’t these fans watched any wrestling show before? Any time two guys say they’ll fight tonight, they never do! This is only a tease! A complete and utter tease. COACH Well, maybe this will be different, Cole. Looking somewhat taken back at PRL’s anger, Drek looks at the crowd for a second. DREK Oh, believe me, I have no problems fighting you. No problems at all. It just won’t be tonight. COLE I told you!! DREK Prove yourself to me first. PRL I’ll do you one better than that. I’ll prove myself to your little belladonna standing next to you too. Me and Hoff go one-on-one tonight. If I win, I get a Heavyweight Title shot at World Without End. Not using my #1 Contender spot. Rather, just you giving a title shot to me. If I lose, I get out of your way and you can celebrate with your long Italian flags until your heart’s content. The fans cheer, excited at the prospect of two of the most hated guys in the OAOAST ready to tear each other apart in the ring. If they get their way, both men will beat each other until neither one can stand. Then Alix will run in and grab the Heavyweight Title or something. However, Drek is not nearly as excited. Looking rather hesitant, he doesn’t answer the question…. until Hoff answers it for him by grabbing the microphone. HOFF What are you hesitant about?! DREK Nothing. I just…don’t want to put you in that situation, you know? That’s it. Really. HOFF Drek, if you can’t answer for me, then I’LL answer. PRL, you’re on! With that, Hoff drops the microphone and stomps to the back. Once again, the Orlando crowd roars as PRL looks at Drek Stone with a contented grin on his face. Meanwhile, the Heavyweight Champion stares at his prospective opponent for a moment before staring lovingly at the gold around his waist. DREK You got your wish, PRL. But I don’t want to hear you crying when Hoff Future Shocks you out of your Nikes tonight and you’re forced to lay the smack down together with Stephen Popick in the privacy of your locker room. You’ve made a big mistake here tonight, Lightning. PRL Oh no, Drek. You should have never come out here. Forget Thunderkid for now. This issue has suddenly turned into something much bigger than that whole rivalry. This is now about you handing over the Heavyweight Title that has been eluding me all my life. You have just given me an opportunity that, when World Without End comes around, will prove to be the absolute BIGGEST professional mistake you have made in your career. DREK Yeah, we’ll see. PRL Oh, we will. Both men angrily stare at one another – PRL in the ring and Drek at the top of the ramp – as we shift to Triple C sitting in the announce booth. COLE Wow, a huge match is in the cards for us tonight, a matchup we'll see for the first time. Tha Puerto Rican vs. Hoff, a shot at Drek's title on the line. Should be a good one. We'll have more after this. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted September 1, 2006 COLE Welcome back to HeldDOWN. Folks, it was a great night of action last Sunday night at AngleSlam. In fact, it was so packed, we ran out of time and unfortunately had to cut one match from the card. But, because we don't want to deprive our fans of any match that they've been looking forward to for weeks.... COACH And we don't really have that many matches on these post-PPV shows. COLE Uh...yeah. Anyway, tonight we're going to give you that match LIVE right here on HeldDOWN! It's Otaku II defending the Heartland Title against Brock Ausstin where falls count anywhere in this building! Let's go to Michael Buffer! Punishment by BIOHAZARD kicks up, inciting a roar from the crowd. "Come on God, Answer Me. For Years, I've Been Asking You Why? Why are the Innocent Dead and the Guilty Alive? Where is Justice? Where is Punishment? . . . . . . . . . . . Or Have You Already Answered? Have You Already Said to the World, Here is Justice. Here is Punishment. Here.... In Me." Brock Ausstin emerges from the smoke enveloping the stage alone and begins doing the HAPPY HOSS DANCE~! He slowly walks down the ramp, looking around at the crowd, which greets him with a tremendous ovation. COLE Brock Ausstin looking to regain the Heartland championship here tonight, and getting another great reaction from the fans, Coach! COACH Well, I talked to Rick earlier, and he is not happy at all with Brock Ausstin for taking a risk in agreeing to Otaku's Falls Count Anywhere stipulation. Not one bit. Brock is a young athelete in the utter prime of his life, in the best shape you could hope to be in. He's 24 years old. This is the kind of match that takes years off your career. I think I know why Otaku asked for this match. Brock leaps onto the apron and does his HAPPY HOSS DANCE~! again, then goes into the ring and awaits the entrance of his opponent. COLE Why is that, Coach? COACH Otaku is 30, Cole, and when he comes out, look at him. Look at his chest and arms. You know what you'll see? COLE A hunky stud who's unfortunately married? COACH Well.....I guess from where you're sitting...but you see scars, man. He's broken down. He spent too many years in Japan wrestling in deathmatches. His knee is taped and braced up. He knows he can't outwrestle Brock Ausstin twice, so he's going to try getting lucky with trash cans and God knows what else. COLE But on the other hand, that could work against him, as well, because you have to keep in mind, Brock won this title by defeating Alfdogg, who is one of the best of all time in that game. Touch of Grey by Phil Lesh and Friends starts up. “Must be getting early Clocks are running late Paint by number morning sky Looks so phony” Otaku walks out to a huge reaction from the crowd, holding his belt up high. He smiles at them and then makes his way down to the ring, giving out his traditional high fives to the fans. COLE And the OAOAST's resident Deadhead, Otaku II, the Heartland Champ, comes out to yet another one of their songs, performed by the band Phil Lesh, the former bassist for the Dead, is currently touring with! “Dawn is breaking everywhere Light a candle, curse the glare Draw the curtains I don't care 'cause It's all right” Otaku then gets into the ring and mounts a turnbuckle with his belt and holds it high again, and the crowd roars its approval. “I will get by / I will get by I will get by / I will survive” The music dies down after those rather appropriate lines and we see Michael Buffer in the ring, but Brock won't wait for the intros, instead he charges Otaku and clotheslines him into the corner and begins hitting shoulder thrusts right away to the midsection. Otaku drops the belt and the referee signals for the bell. *DING DING DING* COLE Here we go! Heartland title on the line! COACH This is what Brock needs to do, he needs to keep this match in the ring as much as he can so he can brutalize Otaku before he can use weapons as equalizers. Brock hits thrust after thrust after thrust before stomping around the ring, as the crowd is torn. He tries another charge, but Otaku rolls out of the way! Brock smacks into the turnbuckle and slowly turns, so Otaku starts blasting him with forearms! The crowd goes nuts! COLE Otaku may be older than Brock Ausstin and he may be more beat up, but he's still quicker! Look at those rapid fire forearms! Otaku backs off for a moment, and Brock staggers out of the corner. Otaku spins and whacks Brock with the Roaring Elbow, knocking him clear out over the ropes! COLE What a shot by the OAOAST Heartland Champion! COACH That was indeed a heck of a Roaring Elbow, it's one of Otaku's best moves, but it won't put away a competitor like Brock Ausstin! COLE We'll have to see, looks like Otaku is trying a pin! The referee slides out of the ring and counts the pin for Otaku! 1... 2... Kickout! At this point, a graphic reading “We'll be right back” appears on the screen before a fadeout to a commercial. *** An ad for the OAOAST Angleslam 2006 DVD airs, promising potential pucharsers the complete, uncut OAOAST Heartland title match that you're missing right now due to the logistics of airing this stuff on television. *** When we return, Brock is hitting a series of knee lifts to Otaku on the outside, bringing him closer and closer to a corner guard rail, near Sofa Central. COLE We're back here on HeldDOWN, and Brock has taken the advantage during the commercial break, as he pummels the Heartland Champion, Otaku II, with those viscious knee lifts to the abdomen! COACH Y'know, Brock really is the best choice for a Heartland Champion. Is there any place in the country that more defines the Heartland of America than Minnesota? I mean, Otaku is from Massachusetts, a state known to not be a part of the American mainstream with its elitist culture. Also, note that Otaku didn't get his start in wrestling here in the good ol' US of A, but rather he had to go to Japan to learn his craft! Apparently, American trainers weren't good enough for him! And do you know where his name, Otaku, comes from? It's a reference to his anime fandom! He's even too good to watch American cartoons! I bet he holds up his nose when he walks by the Disney section! Brock Ausstin is a real red blooded American! He got his start with the amateur style, then went to an AMERICAN trainer to learn the professional style. I bet he enjoys Looney Tunes! He's no traitor to his country! COLE Is Hulk Hogan any less American because he was trained by the legendary Hiro Matsuda? COACH Of course not! Hulk Hogan proved his patriotism time and time again and even had his entrance music built around his love of America! When has Otaku ever shown that he loves his country? COLE I happen to know for a fact that during the leadup to the 2004 Presidential Election, that Otaku participated in Global Championship Wrestling's effort to encourage their viewers to register to vote! COACH Why didn't he do it here, in the OAOAST?!? COLE Because he was under contract to GCW, Coach! But enough of that silliness, let's get back to the action! Brock hits Otaku with a nasty punch to the face that knocks him into the guardrail. Brock goes all the way back to the other end of the railed off section while Otaku tries to gather himself, using the guardrail for support, then Brock charges...but Otaku backdrops him over the rail and into the crowd! OOC NOTE: Everything before this point, save for a couple minor edits, was written by MMoM. So if you're considering Lines of the Night and such, just keep that in mind. COLE And they're fighting into the stands already here! Otaku hammers on the head of Brock with right hands, as Brock staggers backward and makes his way up the steps in the crowd. Security struggles to hold fans back as Otaku takes Brock into the concession area, and pulls out a table which contains various condiments normally found on hot dogs. Otaku delivers a couple forearms, then sets up Brock, and delivers a suplex through the table! The condiments fly through the air, and come down on both combatants. COLE And Otaku having success with the weaponry, like you predicted, Coach! Otaku covers... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Otaku picks up Brock and drags him down the hallway, as fans attempt to follow. Otaku sets up Brock for an Irish whip, but Brock reverses, and Otaku slams back into a popcorn machine! Brock shakes off the cobwebs, and grabs Otaku, and begins ramming his head back into the machine! COACH Wow, look at Otaku's head bounce off that popcorn machine! Brock yells out, and the fans surrounding the area roar their approval. COLE And this crowd here in Orlando can't quite decide who they want to win! Brock picks Otaku up, and drags him back towards the arena. They go down steps, as security once again holds fans back from the aisle. Brock sets Otaku up, and lifts him in an atomic drop, dropping him crotch-first on the railing of the stairs! Brock then clotheslines him off and down onto the stairs, then kicks at him, sending him back down the steps towards the ring. COACH And they're coming for the ring once again, Brock trying to keep this one a wrestling match, it seems! Brock tosses Otaku over the railing and to the mat around the ring. Otaku crawls towards another corner of ringside, and as Brock stalks him, Otaku executes a drop-toehold into the steel steps! COLE What a move by Otaku right there, using his surroundings to his advantage! Otaku slowly gets to his feet and tosses Brock back into the ring, then climbs to the top rope from the outside. As Brock gets to his feet, dazed, Otaku drills him with a MISSILE DROPKICK~! COLE Great dropkick, and a cover! 1... 2... Kickout! Otaku grabs Brock's leg, and drags him out to the post as Brock begs off. Otaku is having none of it, however, and RAMS Brock's leg into the post! COACH And now Otaku being smart! If he's going to stay in the ring, he better keep Brock grounded! As Brock hobbles out of the corner, Otaku slides in and kicks his leg (out of his leg, lol)! Otaku catches the leg on the way down, steps in, and applies a figure-four! COLE Figure-four applied by Otaku II! COACH He may keep him grounded, but he's not going to pick up a win by submission! Brock swings his arms around trying to fight it off, but eventually loses energy, and lays on his back... 1... 2... Brock sits up! Otaku cranks on it once again, and Brock lays down... 1... 2... Brock sits up! Brock starts pulling towards the ropes, and with a big overhand reach, grabs the bottom strand! COLE And Brock saves himself, for now! Brock slides out of the ring, trying to shake off the pain, but is interrupted as Otaku comes down on him with a TOPE CON HILO~! COACH WOW! COLE Otaku flying through the air, and fists of fury! Otaku hammers away on Brock, then lifts him by the leg and drops him on the steel steps! COLE And Otaku still after the knee! Otaku then sets up an Irish whip, but Brock reverses, sending Otaku into the steel steps! COLE And a nice reversal by Brock, as Otaku goes HARD into those steps! Brock rolls into the ring and slides to a far corner, massaging his knee. He then gets to his feet as Otaku slides into the ring, and with a slight but noticeable limp, makes his way over and lifts him up into the corner, delivering forearms to the chest. He then drags him out, and lifts him in a gutwrench, executing a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Brock then picks up Otaku over his shoulder, holding him there for a backbreaker! COLE And now Brock with a submission hold applied! Brock tries to grab down on the neck, though, and Otaku slips off the back and executes a backslide! 1... 2... Kickout! Brock rolls up, and floors Otaku with a BIG clothesline! COACH And Brock quick to respond! Otaku rolls into a corner, and Brock charges...but Otaku gets his feet up! Brock is dazed, and Otaku hops up to the second rope, then leaps off with a BULLDOG~! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Otaku follows up with a gutwrench suplex! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! COACH Brock still hanging in there! Otaku sends Brock back into the ropes with a big forearm, then delivers a dropkick, sending him over and to the floor! Otaku goes up to the top rope, and comes off...but Brock catches him, and rams his back into the ringpost! COLE I can't believe Brock was able to catch Otaku on that one! What strength! Brock then grabs the chair from the timekeeper! COACH Uh-oh... Brock slides into the ring, and measures Otaku, then CRACKS him over the head with the chair! COLE What a SHOT! COACH That's GOT to be it! Brock covers... 1... 2... NO!!! Otaku gets a shoulder up! COLE But NO! Otaku with tremendous heart, getting out at two! COACH But the damage may be done, look at him! Blood spills from Otaku's forehead as Brock hooks him and delivers an OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY~! Cover... 1... 2... NO!!! Shoulder up! Brock measures Otaku for another chairshot...but Otaku ducks, then gives Brock a foot to the gut, causing him to drop the chair! He then sets up the BUBBLEGUM CRASH~!!!!!11111, but Brock trips him up with the legs, and steps through! COLE Brock with the Sharpshooter??? Brock stops to let Otaku know he's #1, allowing Otaku to find the chair and whack Brock in the head with it! Brock falls back on his back, and Otaku bridges up, with one leg already through, and turns Brock over in the SHARPSHOOTER~!!!!!11111 COACH No! COLE Otaku with the Sharpshooter! Could this be it? Brock struggles towards the ropes, but is having no luck! Brock screams in pain, but shakes his head no. Brock gains his strength, and pulls himself towards the ropes, grabbing a hold of them to break the hold! COLE And Brock has survived the Sharpshooter! COACH I told you, Cole! Otaku wasn't going to win another wrestling match! Otaku picks up Brock and sets up a suplex near the ropes. However, Brock blocks it! He then blocks a second time, and picks up Otaku, dropping him all the way over the top! Otaku hangs on and drags Brock with him, and both men are out of it on the floor! The crowd gives a standing ovation. COLE And this crowd showing its appreciation for this incredible Heartland championship match! Otaku struggles to his feet, and reaches into the ring and grabs another chair. As Brock struggles to his feet, Otaku DRILLS him with the chair once again, causing Brock to fall back onto the announcers' table! COLE And Brock nearly right in our laps after that chair shot from Otaku! Otaku rolls back into the ring, then makes his way over to a corner... COACH ...what is Otaku doing? The crowd begins to get loud as Otaku scales the buckles! COLE Oh my God... Otaku gets his balance on the top rope... COLE DON'T DO IT, OTAKU! Otaku flies off with a SHOOTING STAR PRESS THROUGH THE ANNOUNCERS' TABLE~!!!!! But BROCK MOVES, and Otaku goes crashing through the table! COLE OH NO!!! COACH Brock didn't even *move* out of the way, he just sort of fell off the table! Brock crawls over to the prone Otaku and drapes an arm over him... 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* COLE And Brock Ausstin has regained the OAOAST Heartland championship! What an outstanding match! BUFFER The winner of the bout...and NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW OAOAST Heartland champion...BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROCK AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! COACH Man, how are you gonna top THAT on free TV? Brock slowly gets up as the referee hands him the belt. Brock raises the belt high in the air, receiving a loud ovation, then walks slowly back the the dressing room. COLE And for the second time, Brock Ausstin is the Heartland champion. But Otaku II had a hell of a run, and put up a hell of a fight here tonight! Cut backstage, where Rick Heyross, Charlie Moss, and Quentin Benjamin have just emerged from their locker room. The crowd cheers upon seeing the team. HEYROSS So, Sunday's been swept under the rug, then? MOSS Hey...don't worry about it! BENJAMIN Yeah, we'll have another chance someday. Suddenly, Heyross stops dead in his tracks, then Moss and Benjamin step in front of him and get in fighting stance. The camera pans over to show Alfdogg, who shrugs his shoulders as the fans go crazy. ALF What? BENJAMIN What do you want? ALF I just swung by to tell you guys that put up a great fight last night, and I know you've made this country proud! The crowd in the arena gives a standing ovation, as Benjamin and Moss look around, hearing the ovation from the arena. Benjamin cracks a smile briefly, then quickly jerks his head back. BENJAMIN You up to something? ALF Of course not. I also heard a little rumor that you two might find interesting. MOSS Yeah, what is it? ALF I just happened to see those two Canadian boys walking around a minute ago. You know, they've really disrespected you two throughout this thing. And word is, they're in negotiations with Bill Watts. They could be cleared to go tonight. *crowd cheers* BENJAMIN So what are you sayin'? ALF I'm sayin' that tonight, you two give them their welcome, officially, to the OAOAST! Go get the respect you deserve...the respect this COUNTRY deserves! *crowd cheers* Moss and Benjamin look at each other, grin, and nod their heads in agreement. MOSS That sounds like a plan. BENJAMIN Let's go do it! Moss and Benjamin walk around Alf, continuing in the direction they were walking. Rick Heyross quickly scoots around Alf as the crowd laughs. Alf then continues walking, the camera following him as we fade to commercial. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted September 1, 2006 We return to HeldDOWN~!, and find an odd site (well, not that odd by normal OAOAST standards!) The one and only Mean Gene Okerlund is standing in the ring, somewhat befuddled by his assignment, as the cameras begin rolling once again on this live broadcast. MEAN GENE Ladies and gentlemen, my name is "Mean" Gene Okerlund, and tonight, my presence was requested to introduce a man who claimed victory at Angleslam, and would like to reveal his thoughts on the matter. After surviving a brutal bloodbath this past Sunday night, he is now proclaiming to have vaniquished his arch rival. Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I am...I am FORCED to introduce to you, BRUCE BLANK. Gene doesn't look happy with himself, but it's what pays the bills. "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" is cued up mere seconds after the mention of the hardcore superstar, and sure enough he appears on the ramp, looking as proud and smug as one can be while still stitched and bruised, the victim of Zack Malibu's vengeance. WHITEEEEEE TRASH!! WHITEEEEEE TRASH!! WHITEEEEEE TRASH!! COLE Oh look at that smug bastard...I hope he's happy with himself! COACH You and I both know he is, Michael...as sick as it sounds. I mean, we can take some solace in looking at him all banged up, now can't we? COLE Not nearly enough if you ask me. He can still walk. Bruce CAN still walk although there is a pronounced limp to his walk as the big man walks down the aisle, grin on his face, cowboy hat firmly in place (white a large white bandage adorning his forehead and poking out from under it). MEAN GENE Bruce Blank, I don't know how I drew the short straw with your formalities, but let's get on with it, because sir, I for one do not feel comfortable nor happy with myself standing in the same ring with you! Gene holds up the microphone and then just stands there tapping his foot, waiting for Bruce to get on with it. He’s been told to go out there and interview Bruce Blank even if he doesn’t want to and he’ll be damned if he does more than just the bare minimal required with this guy. Bruce doesn’t waste any time in taking the microphone away from Gene, holding it up to his bruised and cut face, while the sea of fans cusses, curses, flips him off, and all other sorts of PG-13-NC-17 related behavior. BRUCE BLANK I DONE TOLD YOU SO!! WHITEEEEEE TRASH!! WHITEEEEEE TRASH!! WHITEEEEEE TRASH!! Bruce’s grin grows even wider as the crowd heat turns nuclear, he looks like he’s been through hell (and he has) but he also gives off a vibe that it was totally worth it (which it was). BRUCE BLANK Hey don’t be mad at me because Zack let you down. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! COLE He did not let us down you dumb ox! He stood up and fought longer than any of us thought he would! COACH Tell him Michael!! BRUCE BLANK Now, now you backed a loser and he lost! You can’t really blame me for that now can you? You know even before I joined the OAOAST I had heard about Zack Malibu, how he was supposedly tough and resilient and had this never say die attitude...and what good did it do him? His pain, his suffering, it could have ended MUCH earlier than it did this past Sunday! The crowd boos incessantly, not taking kindly to Blank treating Malibu as a simple afterthought after all he put him through to goad him into their feud. BRUCE BLANK You're booing me? You're booing me, for what? IT'S ALL HIS FAULT! HE'S the stubborn bastard! HE'S the one with the ego! It's not that Zack can't say die because he's too proud, too much of a man...it's that his own damn cockiness won't let him! That man don't give a damn about his girl, his daughter, or any of ya'll...he just couldn't handle the fact that I broke him down, tore him apart from the inside out, and Sunday night, left him LAYING, DEAD TO THE WORLD, because I AM A BETTER MAN THAN ZACK MALIBU EVER WAS OR WILL BE! Whether it was his pride, his sense of justice for his family, or trying to do right by you people, or his own damn selfishness, Zack Malibu was just too damn stupid. He could have laid down, taken a few shots like a man, and been done with it, but noooooo. He wants to gouge my eyes out, choke me with a wire, use my own weapon, MY baby, on me? HE GOT WHAT WAS COMIN' TO HIM, AND MY MARKET VALUE HAS RISEN BECAUSE OF IT! I beat him bloody, I beat him BADLY, and I...I can't believe, would you look at this! The fans ROAR as Malibu, aching, bruised, and in even worse shape than Bruce Blank, slowly starts coming down the aisleway. Immediately, staff and other wrestlers come and try to form a wall, attempting to block Zack from making the trek down to the ring, but Malibu uses whatever strength he might still have left to push them aside and get down to confront his worst enemy. BLANK Here he comes, the little engine that could! Well let me tell you, little engine, you're about to cross over to the wrong side of the tracks if you get down here, boy. Do not think I won't finish the job here tonight on live TV, and force all the major networks to air your funeral in the mornin'! Zack is just about at ringside, when more wrestlers, including his former World Tag Team Championship partner Leon Rodez head out, Rodez leading the charge. Rodez tries to talk sense into Malibu, telling him there is no sense in doing himself more harm by going after Blank in his state, while Blank leans over the ropes snickering, and fixing the brim on his cowboy hat. COLE Zack Malibu is out here, and even as a friend, I can say that he doesn't belong out here! COACH Malibu is in NO condition to be out here confronting this sick son of a bitch! These guys have to get him to the back before this breaks down! COLE It doesn't look like he'll let them stop him, Coach, he's putting up a fight! Malibu looks like he's been through a meat grinder, barely able to effortly fight past the makeshift barrier that the OAOAST staff is trying to form around him. BRUCE BLANK What's the matter, Malibu...you gotta come out here to save face? Lookin' at the number I did on it, that might not be such a bad idea after all! C'mon Zack, move past your boys here...don't let them keep you back, you're a FIGHTER after all! The wrestlers and staff holding Zack back all seem ready to let him have at Blank. Even Gene Okerlund has now exited the ring, not wanting to get caught in any crossfire. Still, with Zack's best interest at hand, nobody will let him past, despite him swinging wildly and violently, with only Rodez seemingly able to calm him. BLANK C'mon, Zack, make up for your failure! Make up for the fact that you had to go home and tell your girlfriend that she had to bandage you up, because you couldn't defend her honor! Make up for the fact that you couldn't hold baby Jenna when you got home, because it hurts just to breathe! Make up for the fact that that little girl cries every night because it's my face she sees in her dreams, the face of a real man, not like her dad... That's IT for Malibu, as he lunges forward, grabbing the ring ropes and trying to get in the ring, while the wrestlers and staff frantically try to hold onto him. Blank steps back, but as Malibu is being lured back to the floor, Bruce comes and delivers a hard right hand to the forehead, knocking Zack backwards into the arms of the staff, and bursting his stitches, instantly drawing blood! COLE What a son of a bitch! Using his family as a cheap way to get a reaction, and then suckering him in for a cheap shot! BLANK See what happens, Zack? See what happens when you start wars you can't win? THIS is what happens? You've got thousands, millions even, disappointed in you. You've got a family disappointed in you...a COMPANY THAT ALMOST SHOWED YOU THE DOOR, DISAPPOINTED IN YOU! You are NOTHING anymore! NOTHING! Malibu is incensed, BEGGING to be let go and charge the ring again, as his white dress shirt becomes stained with the blood from his now open wound. Nobody will let him past, and finally, Leon Rodez manages to back Zack up, pleading with his friend to let good sense prevail. Blank continues to taunt Malibu from inside the ring, until some of the staff hits the ring and orders Blank out the far side, telling him to hop the railing and walk through the crowd, not daring to let him past Malibu in the aisle. From across the arena, the two men stare at each other, showing body langauge that tells everybody in no uncertain terms, that this war is not over. ---------------------------------------------------------------- ANGLESLAM 2006 Order the replay, available all week long. COLE The hottest rivalry in the OAOAST isn't going to cool down any time soon. Speaking of rivalries, as you saw earlier, Brock Ausstin regained the OAOAST Heartland title from his fierce rival, Otaku II. What a grueling match it was, a hard fought battle on both sides. Let's go back to Josh Matthews, who has caught up with the new champion! JOSH Thanks Michael, I'm right outside the Heyross locker room door, ready to interview Brock Ausstin, who earlier tonight, became the OAOAST Heartland champion for the second time! Let's go in and get a word with Brock, right now! Josh knocks on the door. JOSH Brock? Brock, it's Josh Matthews, can I come in? Josh slowly opens the door and walks in. JOSH Brock, congrtulations on regaining the Heartla... Josh stops, looking down to see Brock face-down unconscious on the floor! Josh takes a step back, then leans out the door and sees a security guard. JOSH Get help, quick! Oh man...*scratches head* ...Michael, let's just go back out to you for right now. COLE Unbelievable, who could have done this, Coach? COACH I don't know, but I've never seen Brock down like that before! COLE Hopefully that security guard isn't as useless as most of the other rent-a-cops in these arenas, and they're getting Brock some help! Let's go to the ring. *DING DING DING* Michael Buffer stands mid-ring, microphone in hand. In the background are the assigned referee and jobber. BUFFER The following contest, one fall with a 10 minute time limit. Your referee for the bout, Nick Patrick. Introducing first, already in the ring to my left...hailing from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, 220 pounds...RICO DE JANEIRO! Rico, sporting a PORNO MUSTACHE~!, receives a lukewarm response as he waves to the crowd in typical jobber fashion. The same cannot be said for the playing of AC/DC's "Money Talks", which the 9-5ers in attendence bombared with boos the moment it hits in contempt for the man it accompanies to the ring... $ THEODORE MONEYMAKER $ "The Billion Dollar Heir" climbs the steps onto the apron, requesting that the referee hold the ropes for him to enter. Once inside, Moneymaker spreads his arms like an eagle would its wings, boasting in his wealth and ruggedly handsome features. BUFFER And his opponent... Theodore stops ring announcer Michael Buffer in mid-sentence. THEODORE Cut the music. As everyone knows, "The Billion Dollar Heir" is marking his return to the ring. So tonight calls for something special. Since this is my first match in months, I want to be able to work on my in-ring conditioning, and wrestling you, little man, sure isn't gonna help. Let's be honest, you're nothing more than a late-season call up. A wrestler management brought up from the OAOVW to experience the big leagues. You're no threat to me. In fact, you're no threat to yourself. I happen to know for a fact, as an independent contractor, you're only being paid a measly $100 to work tonight. So I tell you what I'm gonna do. As an incentive for you to compete to the best of your ability, I'm gonna up the ante. If you can somehow find a way to beat me I will pay you $1,000. "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE $1,000? Wow! THEODORE You heard me right, baby. An extra $1,000 if you, Rico, can beat "The Billion Dollar Heir" by pinfall, submission, countout or disqualification. But if I win...you must kiss my feet. Whaddya say? Deal or no deal? COACH I hope Rico brought his chapstick. Then again, he can always borrow yours, Mikey. Either way, Rico de Janerio's gonna pucker up. Rico ponders the challenge, staring out into the cheering crowd who urge him to accept. Rico nods in agreement, drawing a loud ROAR. Theodore laughs maniacally...and is decked by Rico! COLE Go get him, young man. COACH How can you root for a man who cheapshots people, Cole. COLE Like Theodore wouldn't have done the same. Rico just beat him to the punch. Literally and figuratively. * DING DING DING * Driven by the prospect of earning an extra 1,000 dollar if he can win the match, Rico leads an offensive charge that leaves Theodore rocking and reeling. Teddy is clotheslined outside but lands on his feet, only to be pulled up onto the apron by the hair and suplexed inside the ring! COLE He's got him! Rico's going to win the thousand dollars! ONE... TWO... TH-- KICKOUT! Rico stays on the attack, whipping Theodore to the ropes and backdropping him over the top, following it up with a standing dropkick flush to the jaw! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! COLE Foot on the ropes! Oh, man. Rico de Janerio a half a count away from going home $1,000 richer. "RICO!" "RICO!" "RICO!" COACH Why am I not surprised the fans have latched onto Rico? He's a loser just like them. COLE It's the underdog factor that has rallied this great crowd behind Rico, Coach. Media outlets from around the world are here tonight to cover Theodore Moneymaker's return to the ring. If Rico can pull off the upset, he'll become a star overnight. And right now he's wrestling the match of his career. COACH Teddy hasn't even had a chance to take off his smoking jacket and pants yet. Feeding off the energy from the crowd, Rico rams Teddy face-first into the buckle. What occurs next is the ultimate reversal of fortunes as Theodore counters Rico's Irish whip, sending him for the ride to the far corner where de Janerio leaps to the second rope and back at Moneymaker, who ducks, causing Rico not only to crash and burn but also gut the hearts of those hoping for the upset. Moneymaker proceeds to lay a major league beatdown, kicking Rico hard upside the head while removing his jacket. Next piece of clothing to go is his tear-away pants, revealing gold knee pads to go along with his green trunks and boots with $ signs on side underneath. He slumps de Janerio in a corner and... * CHOP * "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" ...chops the hell out of him. Teddy shoots Rico to the ropes, and drills a back elbow straight to the heart on the rebound. He scoopes Rico up for a vertical suplex, the concussion echoing throughout the arena. Moneymaker relentless in his attack, firing de Janerio again to the ropes, snapping him over with a powerslam. Theodore pops up and drops a FISTFUL OF DOLLARS onto Rico's face. Signaling the end is up, Teddy locks Rico in the...BANK VAULT! COLE There it is. We saw Theodore use that move a few weeks ago. That corba clutch sleeper he calls the Bank Vault. COACH That's just the first number of the 3 Code Combination. You'll see what I mean. Theodore spins Rico around and plants him near the corner with a belly-to-belly suplex, then connects with a DIVING BACK ELBOW from the second rope! COACH What did I tell you? Teddy told me about it earlier today. ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING * BUFFER Here is your winner... THEODORE MONEYMAKER! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Teddy grabs the mic. THEODORE A deal's a deal, Rico. I put my money where my mouth is. Now it's time for you to live up to your end of the bargin and pucker up. Look on the bright side, at least you have a story to tell your grandkids one day that doesn't involve you being a loser. Wait a minute. Yes, it does! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Teddy shoves Rico's face into the toe of his boot, forcing him to kiss his feet as "Money Talks" blares overhead. Cue the replay. COLE An impressive showing by Theodore Moneymaker. He may be a narcissistic egomanic, but you can't take anything away from his in-ring ability. I'm sure we'll be hearing alot more from him in the weeks and months to come. *Cut to Bill Watts' office, where Felix Strutter and Ken Pantera are sitting at his desk. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door.* WATTS Come in! Team Heyross walks in along with Rick. WATTS Charlie Moss, Quentin Benjamin, what brings you boys here? BENJAMIN With all due respect, Mr. Watts, the only boys in this room are sitting, not standing, in front of your desk. Upon hearing this, Strutter and Pantera rise from their seats. PANTERA Yeah, these "boys" are working out a contract with the OAOAST. We've been promised better competition, than the women we faced this Sunday. Benjamin and Moss step in closer. STRUTTER That's right, the best tag team in the world, coming right here to the OAOAST! How does it feel? BENJAMIN Why don't we find out how it feels later tonight? MOSS That's why we came here, Mr. Watts. We want a rematch with these chumps, right here tonight! *crowd ROARS* Watts looks up at Strutter and Pantera. WATTS You boys OK with this, your first night on the job? Strutter looks down at Watts. STRUTTER Yeah...(looks back up at Benjamin)...no problem! PANTERA Yeah, we could always use a little warm-up! Team Heyross gets face-to-face with the Canadians to close out the segment. UP NEXT: Words from Black T! Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted September 1, 2006 We come back from commercial with an outside shot of the arena, a few stray raindrops illuminated in the streetlights. We head back inside and pan across the screaming masses before we SWOOP~ over to the INTERVIEW STAGE and Jesse "The Body" Ventura. VENTURA Sunday night at Angleslam I said I'd hope to once again introduce my next guests as the new World tag team champions. Well dreams do come true. Ladies and gentlemen, the OAOAST tag team champions of the world...BLACK TEEEEEEEEEEE! CUE: "Quiet" "BOOOOO-YEEEEAAAHH!" Black T emerge through a cloud of black smoke proudly holding the tag belts above their heads for all to see, dressed to the nines as usual, with Dan Black styling a top hat and MONOCLE! COLE When you're the tag team champions I suppose you can wear anything you want. And while the new champions make their way to the interview location, let's go back to Angleslam and see how Black T regained the championship for a third time. This Past Sunday ANGLESLAM Courtesy: OAOAST The Magazine Cole narrates still photographs flashed on the screen highlighting key moments in the bout, including the dramatic aftermath. Back live in the arena, Black T climb up the same side of steps (so subtle) and shake hands with Jesse. VENTURA Champs, congratulations. Third time the charm. Brannigan drapes the belt over his shoulder. Dan Black holding his at the side. Next month's magazine cover. TONY Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the tag division who else but none other than Black T walks around the corner and back onto the top of the mountain. I told you and everyone watching, Jesse, that Dan and I would leave Miami as the World tag team champions. Now that we're back on the saddle, everyone's going to be gunning for us. VENTURA Absolutely. And it didn't take long. The Sooner Bruisers are none to pleased with you and Dan coming to the aid of The Heavenly Rockers and Holly-Wood following the Triple Threat match at Angleslam. Word on the street is Big Frank and Uber are mad as hell and they're coming after YOUR tag titles. TONY Mr. Black and myself aren't the best humanitarians in the world, but we couldn't let a pretty young thing like Holly-Wood get roughed up by two brutes. Despite our bad reputations, Dan and I have families ourselves. Hell, we're practically brothers. If the Sooner Bruisers have a problem with us, all I have to say is...get in line. They're just one of many teams who are gonna want a shot at us and the titles. And for the record, farm boys, Black T once again rule the tag team division so bow to our greatness. DAN Just look at the quality of teams in the OAOAST, Mr. Ventura. You know the Heavenly Rockers are going to want a rematch. Then you have exciting young teams such as The Beverly Hills Blonds, D*LUX, and perhaps pound for pound the best tag team in the world today, Team Heyross. You can even throw Fliex Strutter and Ken Patera, Team Canada, into the mix. They beat 16 other teams to win the Tag Team World Cup. The competition is so extraordinary it's going to make our third reign all the much sweeter as we defeat each and every team. TONY Speaking of winning, I guess congratulations are also in order to our new World Champion Drek Stone. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" TONY Oh, I haven't forgotten about you, champ. You're once again the big man on campus, the World Heavyweight Champion. The single most powerful man in the sport. When you talk people listen. Well I'm about to talk to you and you better listen good. Before you start basketing in the glory, Drek, let me remind you of June 26, 2005. Does that date ring a bell? It should. You know why? That was the night you single-handedly ended my reign as World's Champion. Let me take you back to a simpler time in life, ladies and gentlemen. A time were the only war people were talking about was in Iraq. There was no civil war in the OAOAST. No fighting from within. All was good in OAOASTland. Until the Great Angle Bash. Not a day goes by that I don't replay the finish of that match in my head. Here I am defending the World Title on worldwide pay-per-view at one of our elite 4 events in a rematch against the man I defeated for it weeks earlier. Out of Body Experience, boom! 1-2-3. Match over, right? Little did I know the match was over all right. For me. Next thing I know I'm spun around and driven face-down into the canvas. Stonecutter. As I looked up, my vision blurred, who did I see? Drek Stone. My opponent? Axel. Put two and two together and you'll see where I'm going? June 26, 2005 was more than just the night I lost the title. It was the start of what would become a struggle for power...a civil war. A war lost by the OAOAST. But there wasn't just one World War in history. There were two. Just like there won't be one civil war in OAOAST history because another one is coming. I may have to live with the fact Drek Stone regained the title before I could, but I'm not going to sit around and do nothing as he rules the ring. Axel thought he was being real clever by throwing Black T a bone, signing the contracts for our tag title match at Angleslam. I got news for you, boss, you just opened the door to your demise. How so? We're the World tag team champions. Sure our power might not match that of the World Champion, but we're back on top. And if there's one thing people love to be apart of it's a winner. Therefore, at our next pay-per-view event World Without End...which just happens to be in my birthplace of San Antonio, Texas...I challenge you, Drek Stone, for the World Heavyweight Title! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" DAN TONY (CONT'D) You and me. One on one. C'mon, Drek. Let's see if you got any "stones" in you. Put the title on the line. COLE Tony Brannigan vs. Drek Stone for the OAOAST Championship at World Without End? What a match that would be. VENTURA Wait a minute. What about the tag titles? You don't honestly think you can chase the World Title and hold onto the tag belts at the same time, do you? DAN Exactly. It's suicide. Tonight was supposed to be a night of celebration until you started going into business for yourself. Your actions have already gotten us in enough trouble, let's not... TONY My actions? What kind of a comment is that? Maybe if you had been a World Champion in your career you'd understand, but you haven't. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" VENTURA (mouthing) Whoa. DAN (fiery) You're right. I've never been World Champion. But I've never let my personal goals get in the way of our partnership like you did once you won the title last year. It's a good thing we weren't the tag champions then because there's absolutely no way we'd hold onto the titles for more than two weeks. Need I remind you of The Original Elite? Our partner in that organization allowed his personal agenda to get in the way of business, leading to our defeat of the tag team championship. I'm trying to prevent a repeat of that situation TONY The hell you are. You're afraid I'd win the World Title and leave you and the tag titles hanging. I can promise you that is the furtherest thing from the truth. But chasing the World Title is something I just have to do whether you like it or not. If you need me I'll be in the back. Tony leaves the stage, followed by Dan Black who tries to talk some sense into his partner. Jesse Ventura left speechless. We go back to Sofa Central. COLE It seems like winning a title three times leads to bad things around here. Let's hope that these longtime tag team partners can patch up these differences before it gets in the way. COACH True dat. COLE How ebonic. ------------------------------------------------------ The only WWE that people will actually enjoy!! October 1, 2006 ONLY on Pay-Per-View ------------------------------------------------------- The Following Footage Is Provided Courtesy Of The Smartmarks Wrestling Federation "Raising workrate by typing faster." MADDIX Greetings, OAOAST fans. Your OAOAST 24/7 Champion Landon Maddix here, bringing you glad tidings from the beautiful surroundings of Quebec City. Oh, and right off the bat, I'd like to extend my congratulations to Team Canada for their victory in the Tag Team World Cup. Suffice to say, the moron who took my $20 last week wasn't chanting U.S.A for long on Sunday. Cue the double thumbs up and a cheesier than cheese-whizz smile. MADDIX Now, the question you're probably asking right now is 'why is Landon Maddix in Canada?' Well, it's because I'm a jouneyman. I'm a hot property. I'm not just your OAOAST 24/7 Champion, but I'm one of the biggest superstars in the SWF today. And the SWF just happen to be in the middle of a tour of the Great White North. Sunday night I was in Miami for AngleSlam, then found myself straight on a plane heading to Montreal for a match on Monday. Now, if you think I'm going to fly all the way down to Orlando on the Thursday, just to talk, then fly back to Quebec City to be here on Friday with my primary employers, you're very much mistaken. Adjusting his SWF Tag Team Title belt, Landon leans back with another disingenuous smile. MADDIX And speaking of the SWF, that brings me to my point here in this little 'promo'. Yes, complete with finger quotes. MADDIX AngleSlam has come and gone. The OAOAST has a new World Heavyweight Champion. They have new OAOAST World Tag Team Champions. But what's got everyone buzzing and the wrestling world talking is how the SWF dominated the OAOAST on their big night. Nevermind that Longdogger sent Peter Knight soaring into the drink in Miami Mayhem, I'm talking more of the marquee matches. The SWF/OAOAST grudge matches between the 'evil invaders' and your poster-boy heroes. See, it was supposed to be the night that your hailed superstars stood up and were counted, AngleSlam, the second biggest event on your calender. It was supposed to be the night that Zack Malibu, the poster boy of the company, was going to gain ultimate revenge on big bad Bruce Blank. The stage was set for a storybook happy ending. And what you got was a decimation. Bruce beat Zack Malibu within an inch of his life. He left him bloodied, beaten, to the point that you were all BEGGING him to show some compassion and some mercy. He completely decimated Zack Malibu and if he wanted to, he could have put Malibu out of this business for good...but he didn't. He asserted his dominance, he got the win, he walked away. Haivng got a little serious, the wry smirk returns to Landon's face as he brings his OAOAST 24/7 Title into view, placing it over his free shoulder. MADDIX Quite similar to earlier in the night, during my match with Leon Rodez. It was billed as the InterPromotional Dream Match, the night where nice guy Leon would regain the OAOAST's gold from the SWF infiltrator. Heh...corny as it sounds, that Dream Match turned into a nightmare. I did exactly what I said I would. I lured Leon into a false sense of security and then, I took out his knee. Systematically, I picked that knee apart. Like a machine. Oh yeah, I did my research like you told me to Leon. I decimated him. I dominated him. I pinned him in a figure four leglock for crying out loud! And just like Bruce would do later, I put your hero in a position where I could have ended his career once and for all...and I didn't do it. When that bell rang, I released the figure four, sparing what was left of 'The Silky Smooth One's' precious knee. So the next time you OAOAST fans talk about how big, bad and sadistic the SWF is, we'd like to encourage you to pop back in the tape of AngleSlam and remember how we robbed your heroes of their pride, but spared their careers. And I'd like those very heroes to do the same. And remember this, Zack, Leon...we spared you this time. Next time, we won't be so compassionate. If they know what's good for them, they'll accept defeat and leave us on our ways. Maddix adjusts his belts again. MADDIX So, now the question is, what's next for Landon Maddix? Still the OAOAST 24/7 Champion, who's next on the hitlist? Who's the next OAOAST hero to be targetted? Well, the answer to that is...anybody's guess, really. See, what's next for Landon Maddix is the SWF. Looking over his shoulder to the empty arena behind him, Landon nods for the cameraman to pan down. Sure enough, the SWF banners are out and in the ring, Jay Hawke is busy going through a warm-up session. Landon soon calls the camera back though, because he likes the spotlight remember. MADDIX I'm a big name, worth big money. Which means, I can do things on my terms. Maybe I'll pick up a 'mysterious neck injury' in an SWF match that prevents me from showing up. Maybe my flight'll get cancelled last minute. Then again, if I don't want to work for the OAOAST, I just won't get on that plane, no explanation needed. My priority is right here. Back comes the cheesy smile. MADDIX I'll be back OAOAST...but only when I feel like it. Until then, you can catch me on Lockdown, Smarkdown and Storm, the SWF super series of shows, check local listings. And of course, SWF Genesis VII is right around the corner, the biggest night of the year. For more information, you know where to go. And with that, we now return you to the Thursday night amateur club. Adios! The boos are heard loud and clear as we go back to the arena. COLE The nerve of that man. He nearly cripples Leon Rodez and now he's not even going to bother to show up? COACH It's the SWF mentality, Cole. These guys think they're entitled or something. COLE *Sigh*, Let's move on. Right now, we've got footage shot earlier in the week. And our roving reporter, Josh Matthews, drew the short straw in the 'interview personality raffle' which meant he was dispatched to the mean streets of Miami to catch up with The Global Party Exchange, with no more than a microphone, a Swiss army beginner's knife and his organ donor card. ******************* We're just hours removed from AngleSlam 2006 and in understandably, it's dark. It's even darker down the dark, secluded alleyway somewhere outside the American Airlines Arena where two shadowy figures can be seen pacing around. The sound of a garbage can being caved in is followed up by a loud, clearly annoyed yell, which only makes poor Josh Matthews even more nervous at the entrance to the alleyway. Biting his lip, the puny announcer flinches as two tough looking skinhead biker types walk past, the one with the most tattoos giving him a wink, to the amusement of Marty the cameraman, making his welcome return to the OAOAST! MATTHEWS C'mon Marty, let's just turn back and say we couldn't find them. My health insurance doesn't cover a brick through the skull. MARTY At least you have health insurance. I'm just 'the guy behind the camera', unimportant, not deemed worthy of mention. They won't even sign me to a contract, man. I follow the show around in my motor-home. Pity me Josh, pity me. I live out of a suitcase, and have done ever since my fourth wife left me for that Phillipino midget that looked like Tom Sellec. He looked like a five year old with a pipe cleaner on his top lip, it was ridiculous! I tried to grow a moustache damnit, but it was never good enough for her! At least I speak her language damnit. I never would have chosen her off the damn website if I didn't! MATTHEWS So...uhm...let's go then, huh? MARTY No way. I started recording like three minutes ago. Besides, I'm a photo journalist. *SMAAASH!* Suddenly, Josh is sent scurrying for cover as an empty beer bottle flies into the wall beside him. The glass shards are soon to be followed by the two men responsible for making them, Scotty Static storming out of the alleyway while Johnny Jax follows behind him, sullenly supping from his intact beer. STATIC BullSHIT man, bullSHIT! JAX Ease up Scotty, looks like we're bein' filmed. We best put on our 'professional' voices. STATIC What the hell do want Matthews!? Still worried about getting a beatdown, 8 Mile style, Josh blanches. MATTHEWS Uhm...well, I'm supposed to...we need an interview...about tonight. STATIC An interview about tonight. How about you go interview the poster-boys, huh? Find the boyband kids, see if they wanna cut a promo for you. Guess what, you won't find 'em, 'cause we ran them straight outta Miami! One minute we're handing them their pretty-boy asses, the next we've got security and cops streaming around us. The damn parking lot was full of heat man, we got over-run and they disappeared. They said they wanted a fight. They said they wanted to settle this. WE'RE STILL HERE JOSH! Where are they? Nowhere! They ran with their tails between their legs. BullSHIT! JAX See, we were tearin' shit up out there. Scotty nailed some crazy flippy thing, I dunno what the hell happened, he wiped me out. Point is, we were rollin'. And suddenly, the ref reckons we're gettin' too real. STATIC That's right! We had the match in hand, we had them where we wanted them. I dove off that stage, risked my neck...and for what? To get DQed? To get the match called? To be censored by this god-damn nanny state culture? BullSHIT! MATTHEWS Uhm...well, HI-YAH Rules state tha... STATIC HI-YAH Rules? HI-YAH Rules!? We don't play by HI-YAH Rules, we play by OUR rules!! Growling under his breath, Static turns and embeds his foot through another garbage can. JAX What did we do that made baby Hebner cry exactly? Ain't he seen anyone takin' dives 'round here before? STATIC I reckon he was taking something under the table, if you get what I'm sayin'. JAX I dig, dawg. The ref bottled it man! We're still up for a fight. But we come out, down a few cold ones and what? Nothin'! Ain't nobody in Miami up for the battle with The GPX. Man, we ain't even got our boy J-OH with us cause he got blindsighted on Thursday and they popped his shoulder out. This place is all sunshine and happiness. Makes us sick, dawg. This place is full'a Malibus, too busy fixing their do's and trimmin' their nails to throw down! STATIC Long story short, we're pissed off! Matthews raises an eyebrow as if to say 'no kidding', a gesture which thankfully him goes unnoticed. STATIC We get pulled apart in mid brawl and now, we can't finish what we started! It's like street fight blue balls, Josh. We need to get our fix! MATTHEWS Apparantly, you might be in luck. When they sent me out here, there was talk of a rematch... JAX Oh, there'll BE a rematch! STATIC Damn right! See, we ain't lettin' this lie. We came here to beat some wannabees down and so far, we ain't done that. Until we do, we ain't gonna rest. We're layin' it out on the table. Any time those GPX wannabees wanna finish what they started, all they gotta do is give the word. Any time, any place, anywhere. But J.Math, they're gonna be doing things on our terms next time. No 'HI-YAH Rules'. Hell, no HI-YAH Titles neither, we don't give a crap 'bout them straps, it ain't about that! Non title. Them and us to settle the score. And there ain't gonna be no sand in the vagina ref out there holdin' us apart, no donut eating fuzz to pull us away. It's gonna be Hooligan Rules. Our lifestyle, our environment...STREET FIGHT! Ain't it ain't gonna be stopped 'till we say so! JAX You wanna be like us boys? You wanna know what it's like to live our life...go ahead, come step into our world. But here's a warnin' for ya boys... once you step in, you might not get back out alive! STATIC Step up and test us motherfuckers, if you got the guts! Hooligans, fuck what ya heard! Now get the hell outta here, before we get what we want outta you! Josh needs no second invitation, quickly signalling to Marty to cut before sprinting off into the distance, leaving The GPX to skulk back into the alley and wallow in their anger. ******************* COLE So, The GPX laid out the challenge and earlier in the week, OAOAST officials decided to take matters into their own hands, signing that very match for next week to placate the fans who bought AngleSlam and didn't see a conclusion to that building match. The Global Party Exchange versus D*LUX, next week, Non-Title Street Fight live on HeldDOWN~! COACH It had to happen, Cole. Regular rules weren't gonna be enough to contain these two teams. UP NEXT: Tha Puerto Rican vs. Hoff (Alf called main event first. Sowwy) Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted September 1, 2006 The lights go down in the arena. A Puerto Rican flag appears on the AngleTron. In big white blocky letters, the following words appear on the screen, with Tha Puerto Rican saying them: *THE CHAMP IS HERE!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! – YEEEAAAHH!” With that, a lightning bolt hits the entrance, the PRL entrance video plays on the AngleTron, and "Know Your Role '99" begins playing, with the crowd standing up and booing. PR is heard saying "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" throughout the song, while smoke fills the entryway and the lights flicker on and off in the entrance. A few seconds elasped, and out from the curtains and through the smoke comes "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican. PRL is by himself, still sporting a bandage wrapped around his head and holding the black briefcase containing his “Golden Contract”. The crowd greets The Corporate Champ with a mixed reaction. PR looks at the crowd in disgust, jawing with some fans. He begins his walk down the entrance ramp as “Know Your Role ‘99” continues playing. *DING DING DING* MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a sixty-minute TV time limit. Introducing first, coming to the ring at this time. From San Juan, Puerto Rico. Weighing in at 220 lbs. He is The Man With The Golden Contract. “The Corporate Champion” THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICCCCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! Chants of "P.R. SUCKS!" fill the arena as PRL continues his walk to the ring. COLE PRL with a big time match coming up next! He is going to take on Hoff, and if PRL wins, then he will face Drek Stone at World Without End for the World Heavyweight Title. But PRL’s Golden Contract will NOT be cashed in! COACH I think that’s a little unfair. PRL shouldn’t have two guaranteed title shots. He should have cashed in on his title shot tonight and saved us this match. COLE But why Coach? We’re going to see Tha Puerto Rican take on Hoff one-on-one for the first time ever. If PRL cashed in on his title shot, we would never have seen this match. COACH Meh. It’s still not fair. Tha Puerto Rican gets on the ring apron and sneers at the crowd. PRL enters the ring. He spins around; soaking in the fans' boos while "Know Your Role '99" continues playing over the P.A. system. Tha Puerto Rican does the HBK muscle pose while pyro goes off behind him. The crowd is still booing loudly and chanting "P.R. SUCKS!" PRL heads to a second turnbuckle and raises his black briefcase. He then heads to another second turnbuckle and raises his briefcase again. COLE Incase you’re wondering, the reason why Stephen Joseph isn’t accompanying Tha Puerto Rican tonight is because President Axel has barred Popick from ringside! COACH I support that decision. This match should be fought fair and square. COLE I actually agree with you on that. COACH Whoa. That was weird. PR hits a third second turnbuckle, and raises his briefcase with his right arm in the air and "smells the electricity" a'la The Rock. PRL does the same Rock pose on the fourth second turnbuckle, receiving boos. COLE This match could be the beginning of the end for Drek Stone’s title reign just four days after it started! COACH But it could also be the end of Tha Puerto Rican’s career, if Hoff has his way with him! Tha Puerto Rican gets off the ropes, removes his sunglasses and earring, and looks at the crowd. He hands his briefcase to the ringside attendant and then bounces off the ropes. The lights go back on in the arena. "Know Your Role '99" dies down as PRL waits for his opponent. COLE We are about to see history in the making! For the first time ever, Hoff will take on Tha Puerto Rican! It's a HeldDOWN~! main event that will be talked about for years to come! The lights go down and strobe lights flash over the arena. The opening riff of Hoff's familiar theme song blare over the speakers, and as the main guitar riff hits, the trademark silver fireworks explode at the top of the stage. Strobe lights flash as Hoff steps out onto the stage, pausing to survey the crowd. After soaking in the fans’ reaction, he makes his way to the ring. Accompanying him tonight is the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion, “Reckless” Drek Stone, who makes sure to taunt Tha Puerto Rican as they walk to the ring. BUFFER And his opponent. Accompanying to the ring by the One And Only AngleSault Thread World Heavyweight Champion “Reckless” Drek Stone. From Minneapolis, Minnesota. Weighing in at 275 lbs. He is a former OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion. He…is…HOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF! COLE Now this isn’t right! PRL can’t bring Popick with him, but Hoff can bring Drek? That’s not fair! COACH When you’re friends with the President of the OAOAST, you can get away with a lot of things! Hoff slides into the ring under the bottom rope and pops up to his feet, heading to the near corner. Hoff glances at Tha Puerto Rican, then climbs up, puts his left foot on the second rope and his right foot on the top, and raises his right fist into the air, closing his eyes and soaking in the boos. After a few moments, Hoff hops off of the ropes, ready for action. COLE We are just about ready to start the main event! Hoff/PRL! 1st Time Ever! And PRL’s Title shot at World Without End is on the line! We’ll be back after this! Hoff stares at Tha Puerto Rican, who is a little nervous, as we head to break. COMMERCIALS We return to HeldDOWN~! with Tha Puerto Rican being pounded on by Hoff and Drek cheering him on. COLE Back on HeldDOWN~! with Hoff in control of PRL since the break. COACH Are you surprised? COLE No, not really. They break in the corner, and as the crowd chants, “LET’S GO P.R.!” Tha Puerto Rican punches Hoff in the face, Rock-style! He does it a few times, dazing the big man. PRL Irish-whips Hoff into the ropes. He follows with a flying clothesline, knocking him down! COLE PRL in control for the first time in the match! Puerto Rican grabs Hoff’s right arm, and tries for a wristlock. However, Hoff has him scouted, and elbows PR in the back of his head. Hoff picks up PRL and starts hammering into him again as Drek applauds. COLE PRL had a brief comeback, but Hoff cut it short! COACH And that’s the only offense he’ll have for the match! Hoff hits a snap suplex on PR. He then stomps on the Corporate Champ as the crowd boos. Hoff picks PRL up and whips him into the ropes. He puts his head down, so PRL grabs Hoff and gives him a DANGEROUS DDT! COLE That was the C.O.D.-Concussion On Delivery! PRL goes for the cover! 1…2…KICK OUT! PRL DAMN IT! PRL picks up Hoff. He punches him in the head. Hoff punches back. PR punches Hoff. Hoff punches back. The two men engage in a slugfest. Back and forth they go. Soon Hoff gains the advantage. His punches are enough to bring PRL down to the mat. “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” COLE These fans are siding with Tha Puerto Rican! COACH Why? Why him and not Hoff? COLE Probably because Hoff has Drek Stone with him! COACH They’re idiots then. COLE Pot. Kettle. You. Hoff picks up PRL. He gives him a bodyslam, followed by an elbow drop. He covers for two. Hoff picks PRL up. He whips him into the ropes—PRL reverses—Hoff bounces off the ropes. PR kicks Hoff in the stomach, and then heads to the ropes behind Hoff. PR bounces off the ropes, leaps up and OVER Hoff, bringing him down with the Throwback! COLE A Throwback from Tha Puerto Rican! What a move from The Corporate Champ! PR quickly gets up and climbs the top rope. The crowd starts cheering. PRL removes his left elbow pad and throws it to the crowd. He then stands up, and jumps off the top rope, nailing Hoff in the heart with the Corporate Elbow Drop! COLE PR with a picture perfect Corporate Elbow Drop! PR covers Hoff! ONE! TWO! HOFF KICKS OUT! Tha Puerto Rican curses. He picks Hoff up. Rock-style punch to the face! Another Rock-style punch to the face! PRL goes for a Russian Legsweep, but Hoff holds still and PRL falls to the mat. Hoff sports a cocky smirk on his face as he stomps on PRL and then picks him up. Hoff taunts Puerto, and then SLAPS him in the face! COLE What a sign of disrespect from Hoff! COACH Not like PRL deserves any respect from Hoff. Hoff puts PRL in between his legs. He looks at the crowd, and then lifts PRL up! BUT! PRL slips out of Hoff’s hands, and grabs his legs, hoping to bring him down for a Sunset Flip! And…he…does! 1…2…KICK OUT! PR is up, and he goes back to work, stomping on Hoff with his shaky leg kicks. He glances over at Drek and sneers at him. Puerto looks at the crowd. “THAT’S IT!” COLE That’s it! That’s the signal for the Corporate Nightmare! COACH Oh no! Hoff, look out! Tha Puerto Rican waits for Hoff to get up. And as he does, Drek Stone gets on the ring apron. Referee Charles Robinson sees this and goes over to him. COLE Hey now, what’s this? PRL is still waiting for Hoff to get up. Then he sees that Drek is on the ring apron. PRL, pissed, goes over to Drek. He grabs Drek which causes the crowd to cheer! COACH Get your hands off him PR! That’s the World Champion you’re holding! COLE PR wants some of Drek right now! Tha Puerto Rican raises his fist to punch Stone...but is kneed in the back by Hoff! Hoff beats on him with punches to the back and neck. Hoff grabs PR, and gives him a short-arm clothesline, then stops to flex and pose. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COACH Oh yeah baby! Do what you want! You are the man, Hoff! You da man! Hoff laughs off the boos. Hoff grabs the weakened Puerto Rican and Irish whips him into the ropes. SPINEBUSTER~!!! COLE Brutal spinebuster! PRL’s head bounced off the mat! The crowd boos some more. Hoff gets up and taunts the crowd. “HOFF SUCKS!” “HOFF SUCKS!” “HOFF SUCKS!” “HOFF SUCKS!” COLE This crowd in Orlando laying into the big man. Hoff continues taunting the crowd, confident that he has PRL right where he wants him. Suddenly the crowd turns its attention to the entrance. They start buzzing, letting the viewers at home know something is up. Hoff and Drek don’t notice the crowd noise…they’re too busy walloping in their own crapulence. But they notice something when Mr. Boricua comes out from the crowd and attacks Drek from behind! COLE It’s Mr. Boricua! Mr. Boricua is out here attacking Drek! COACH What’s that big moron doing here? COLE He’s helping PRL! That’s what! Drek fights off the attack of Mr. Boricua. The brawl gets Charles Robinson’s attention, so he attends to that. Meanwhile, Hoff stays in the ring yelling at Mr. Boricua while PRL is still on his back. Because of this, Hoff doesn’t notice when CUBAN WALL enters the ring! CUBAN WALL Hey Hoff! Hoff turns around. RIGHT INTO A BIG BOOT FROM CUBAN WALL! COLE And Cuban Wall attacks with a big boot! The big boot knocks Hoff down. Cuban Wall then waits for Hoff to get up. When he does, Cuban Wall clutches Hoff’s throat in a GOOZLE~! COLE Oh no! COACH No way! He’s not gonna— Cuban Wall also grabs Hoff’s tights, and then LIFTS HIM UP! CHOKESLAM!!! COLE Chokeslam on Hoff! I can’t believe it! A chokeslam on the 6’5” 275 pound Hoff! The crowd is actually CHEERING Cuban Wall…probably for the first time in his OAOAST career. Cuban Wall, wearing a black Lightning Crew hoodie over his regular wrestling attire, grabs PRL’s carcass and drags him over to Hoff. Wall places PRL on top of Hoff and then leaves the ring. COACH No! Oh God no! COLE It could be! Could it be? PRL has Hoff covered. Mr. Boricua is still fighting with Drek Stone. Charles Robinson tries to stop the fight, but then he hears PR’s high-pitched voice call him over. So, Charles Robinson gets on his knees and makes the count. COACH No! No! PRL grabs Hoff’s tights…just in case. 1… 2… 2 ½ 2.9999999999999999999999999999999 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* (7:43) “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE I don’t believe it! Tha Puerto Rican has beaten Hoff! “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican has beaten HOFF! COACH No! It’s not right! It’s not right at all! Tha Puerto Rican raises his hands in victory. “Know Your Role ‘99” starts playing again! The brawl has stopped between Mr. Boricua and Drek Stone as Drek heard the bell rang. And he is shocked with the result. BUFFER Here is your winner…”The Corporate Champion” THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! Charles Robinson raises PRL’s hands in victory. Drek Stone is throwing a fit outside the ring. Mr. Boricua celebrates with Cuban Wall, who slaps Boricua in the back as if to say, “Good job.” COLE I can’t believe it! What an upset! Tha Puerto Rican has beaten Hoff 1-2-3 in the middle of the ring, and because of that, we now know that the main event of World Without End on October 1st will be “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican vs. “Reckless” Drek Stone for the World Heavyweight Title! COACH And PRL can still cash in on his contract if he loses! Drat! Tha Puerto Rican gets up, a little wobbily. He raises his hands in the air to cheers as “Know Your Role ‘99” continues playing. Drek is pissed off, yelling “SON OF A BITCH!” Hoff rolls out of the ring, holding his back and neck. COLE We didn’t think it could be done, but it has! Tha Puerto Rican has beaten Hoff in their first ever meeting, and now, on October 1st, PRL and Drek will have their first ever meeting, for the World Title! PRL watches Hoff and Drek leave. He raises two fingers in the air, a smirk on his face. COLE That’s right. PRL has TWO guaranteed title shots now. Nobody else in the OAOAST can say that. COACH Well, he’s going to need the other one, because Drek Stone is going to be charging like a bull on October 1st at World Without End! Puerto Rican waves goodbye to Drek. He then does the “I-Want-The-Belt-Around-My-Waist” hand gesture. PR mouths, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you now.” to Drek, which serves to further piss him off. COLE The Drek Stone title reign has just begun, but will it soon end? Will Tha Puerto Rican achieve his destiny on October 1st? And what’s going to happen in the next four weeks as we prepare for World Without End? You may think the show is over, but we've got one more match and it is NEXT! “Reckless” Drek Stone raises the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt on the entrance ramp. PR points to the belt and says, “It’s mine. It’s going to be mine!” Drek curses PRL, while Hoff continues walking up the entrance ramp holding his neck and back. We fade to commercial with a shot of “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican doing the Corporate Eyebrow with a smirk on his face in the ring as “Know Your Role ‘99” continues playing. UP NEXT: Team Canada....Team Heyross...THE REMATCH! Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted September 1, 2006 COLE But it's time right now for the rematch from AngleSlam! Let's go up to Michael Buffer! *DING DING DING* BUFFER LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLadies and gentlemen, this is the MAIN EVENT of the evening! Tonight, the American team looks for revenge against the World Cup champions from Canada. It's a rematch of a classic tag match, from just four nights ago at AngleSlam. ARE YOU READY? *crowd cheers* BUFFER Orlando, Florida...ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRE YYYYYYYYYOUUU RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREADYYYY YYYYYYYYYYYYYY????? *crowd cheers louder* BUFFER Then for the thousands in attendance here in Orlando, and the millions watching all around the world...there's only one thing left to say. Ladies and gentlemen...LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLET'S GET RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREADY TO RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUMMMMMMMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Tom Sawyer hits, and boos fill the arena as Felix Strutter and Ken Pantera walk through the curtains. BUFFER Coming towards the ring at this time...at a total comined weight of 485 pounds! This past Sunday at AngleSlam, they made believers out of a lot of people, when they gained a win over their opponents tonight, to earn the title of best tag team in the WORLD! Ladies and gentlemen, here is TEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMM CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! First, hailing from Thunder Bay, Ontario..."AFTER HOURS" FFFFFFFFFFFFFELIXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR !!!!! Strutter raises his arms in the air as the crowd boos. BUFFER And his partner, hailing from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan...KEN PAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNTERAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! COLE Well, earlier tonight, you saw the interaction between Team Heyross and Alfdogg, where Alf told them he thought they had been disrespected by this team, and they needed to do something about it! COACH Well, I think Alf is wrong and I think Team Heyross is wrong! It's these two men right here, no two men have faced as much disrespect over the last month as these two! And I was included in that group, I'll admit, but once I saw the ability they had, I smartened up! And it looks like I'm alone in that, you can see all these morons still insist on booing! Punishment by BIOHAZARD hits and the crowd ERUPTS for Team Heyross, accompanied by Rick. COLE Team Heyross's official return to HeldDOWN~! BUFFER And their opponents...at a combined weight of 485 pounds! They are accompanied by their manager, RICK HEYROSS! And tonight, they are out for vindication against their opponents! Ladies and gentlemen, here are CHARLIE MOSS and QUENTIN BENJAMIN...TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMM HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSS SSSSSSSS!!!!! Team Heyross walk intently down the aisle, then slide into the ring and face their opposition...before slugfests ensue! *DING DING DING* COACH HERE WE GO! The brawl quickly spills to the outside, where Benjamin and Strutter slug it out on one side, while Moss and Pantera hammer away on the other. Strutter goes to the eyes of Benjamin, then rams his head into the ringpost, and rolls back into the ring. Benjamin slowly follows, as Pantera gets the better of Moss on the floor, then rams him in the back with a chair as the referee is watching the match on the inside! COLE And Pantera just used a chair on the outside, as this one's out of control early! Benjamin blocks an Irish whip attempt by Strutter, and pulls him in for a BELLY-TO-BELLY! The crowd is going CRAZY! COLE Great counter by Benjamin, and this crowd is really into this one! The crowd begins the chant as Pantera tosses Moss back into the ring. U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! Strutter rolls right back out to the outside, and catches Benjamin as he comes out, hammering him with forearm blows, then shoving him back-first into the apron! In the ring, Pantera has set Moss on the top rope, and tries to follow him up, but Moss hammers away with right hands. Pantera staggers back, as Moss turns himself around on the top rope. Pantera comes in once again, and Moss rolls backwards over the back of Pantera and lands in the ring, then rams Pantera's head into the buckle! 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! 4!!! 5!!! 6!!! 7!!! 8!!! 9!!! 10!!! Moss then sets Pantera on the top rope. COLE And now it's Moss going for something here... Moss climbs up to the second rope, hooks Pantera around the waist...and takes him off with a BELLY-TO-BELLY~! COLE And a BIG belly-to-belly by Charlie Moss! Moss yells out to the crowd, which roars its approval, then chants once again. U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! Moss covers... 1... 2... But Strutter rolls in and drops an elbow to the back of his head! COACH Well folks, if you were expecting another scientific encounter in this one, you're going to be sorely disappointed! Benjamin knocks Strutter out of the ring, then the referee forces him to the outside. COLE And finally, it looks like the referee's going to restore a little order here! Meanwhile, Pantera has taken over on Moss, flooring him with a pumphandle slam! He hammers away with forearms to the back, knocking him towards the ropes. Irish whip, but Moss ducks a clothesline, then blind tags Benjamin. Pantera puts his head down, and Moss grabs him by the hair and yanks him backwards to the mat! Moss follows up with a back suplex! Strutter attempts to jump in the ring, but is quickly intercepted by Benjamin, who then ducks down and waits for Pantera to get to his feet, as the crowd starts to buzz. COACH Could be the Double Goozle coming here! Pantera gets to his feet, and Moss backs into the ropes, then comes back with a clothesline as Benjamin sweeps the leg! COLE DOUBLE GOOZLE~! Benjamin covers, but the referee is putting Moss out of the ring, and as he is, Strutter slides in with the chair and slams it across Benjamin's back! The crowd boos loudly. The referee comes around, as Pantera rolls over and covers Benjamin... 1... 2... Benjamin gets a foot on the rope! Pantera complains to the referee, then picks up Benjamin and lifts him in a PRESS SLAM, slamming him down to the mat, and making the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Pantera delivers right hands to Benjamin on the ropes, then whips him across and catches him with a powerslam! Pantera does the safe signal with his arms, then covers... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE Nope, it's not over yet! Pantera tosses Benjamin to the outside, then walks towards Moss as the referee tries to keep him back. This allows Strutter to measure Benjamin, and drop an elbow off the apron! COACH And a good job distracting the referee by Team Canada! Great teamwork! Strutter climbs back on the apron, as Pantera hops out and tosses Benjamin back inside, then tags in Strutter. Strutter picks up Benjamin, and delivers a double-arm DDT~! Strutter kneels for a second, then drives knees into Benjamin's back. He then picks up Benjamin once again, and delivers a gutwrench suplex! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! COLE And Quentin Benjamin not quitting, he's hangin' in there! Strutter tags Pantera back in, and Pantera applies a bearhug! COACH Ken Pantera may make him right here, though! Pantera jerks Benjamin around, and Benjamin fades. The crowd rallies Benjamin: U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! The referee lifts the arm... ONE!!! TWO!!! Benjamin holds through on the third lift! Benjamin gathers up strength, and delivers a right! Then a second! A third! COLE Pantera still holding on loosely! COACH And not letting go! He better squeeze tightly, or he'll lose control! COLE Benjamin hooks an arm and ducks under and behind Pantera, then hooks the other arm, and delivers a TIGER SUPLEX~! COLE What a suplex! Ken Pantera folded up like an accordion! COACH And Quentin had better make a tag here! Benjamin scoots over towards his corner, but Strutter hops in and dives at Benjamin with a short dropkick! Moss hops into the ring and hammers Strutter, then delivers a kneelift, knocking him into the ropes. Moss charges at Strutter, but Strutter ducks and backdrops Moss to the floor! COLE And Charlie Moss to the outside now! As the referee attempts to usher Moss back to the corner, Pantera picks up Benjamin, and Team Canada delivers the PENALTY BOX~!!!!!11111 COACH That's it, if the referee gets back! The referee slides in, and tries to put Strutter out, allowing Moss to grab the chair and slide back in. COACH Turn around, ref!!! Moss smacks Pantera across the back with the chair! Moss then gets out of the ring, as Pantera and Benjamin are both out of it! Benjamin starts to stir, and starts to crawl towards Moss! Pantera finally comes to, and makes a tag to Strutter, who stops Benjamin JUST as he's about to make the tag! COACH How about that, Cole? Ken Pantera suffered a shot with a steel chair, and was still able to tag out in time for Felix Strutter to stop a tag on the other side! COLE The Canadians are tough, there's no question about it, and meanwhile Quentin Benjamin still not able to make a tag, you have to wonder how much longer he can hang on! Strutter whips Benjamin into the corner, but Benjamin comes out and catches Strutter with a SUPERKICK~! COLE But no! Benjamin STILL with fight left! Pantera jumps in, and gets hit with a double leg clothesline! Benjamin crawls over and TAGS MOSS! COLE And FINALLY a tag made! Moss hammers away on both men, then grabs their heads and rams them together! Pantera falls to the outside, as Moss delivers an STO BACKBREAKER~! to Strutter! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Strutter gets the shoulder up! Moss gets up, then runs across and knocks Pantera to the floor with a baseball slide! Moss then follows him and hammers away, as Benjamin pulls himself to his feet on the apron. Strutter gets up, backs into the ropes, and lands on Moss and Pantera with a CORKSCREW PLANCHA~!!! COACH WHOA~! COLE Spectacular move by Felix Strutter! COACH Look at Quentin! Quentin has climbed to the top rope backwards, as all three men get up and hammer it out, and Benjamin floors everyone with a MOONSAULT~! COLE And Benjamin flies! All four men are out on the floor, as the crowd chants once again. U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! Strutter and Moss get up, and Moss follows Strutter into the ring. As Pantera hammers Benjamin on the floor, Strutter trips up Moss with a drop toe hold, then spins around and applies an STF~! COACH WOW! COLE STF out of nowhere, applied by Felix Strutter! Moss reaches for the ropes, as Pantera grabs the chair on the floor. As Pantera winds up with the chair, the referee quickly hops out and jumps off the apron, forcing the chair away from Pantera! He tosses the chair back and argues with Pantera, where Benjamin grabs it, then rolls into the ring and DRILLS Strutter with it! COLE And a chair shot for Felix Strutter! Benjamin goes to the outside, as Moss gets to his feet...and lifts Strutter onto his shoulders! The crowd is going NUTS! COLE They're setting him up for the big finish! Benjamin goes to the top as Moss gets Strutter positioned...and hits the SUPER ROCKER DROPPER~!!!!!11111 COLE That's it~! Team Heyross will have their vengeance! Benjamin covers, as the referee slides back in... 1... 2... ... but Rick Heyross PULLS THE REFEREE OUT????? COLE Wait a minute! Heyross rams the referee into the steel steps! COACH What the hell's going on here? As Moss rams Pantera into the ringpost outside, Benjamin gets up, and looks at Heyross, who is now scared shitless. Benjamin holds his arms out, as if to say "what the fuck", then jumps out of the ring. Heyross takes off running, and Benjamin gives chase! Once Heyross gets all the way around the ring, Benjamin catches up and grabs him from behind by the coat! COLE And Quentin Benjamin with that BACKSTABBING Heyross in his grip! Heyross tries to beg off, but Benjamin is having none of it, as he tosses Heyross into the ring, where he lands at the feet of Charlie Moss. Pantera is just coming to on the floor, as Moss picks up Heyross, and lifts him on his shoulders! COACH Oh, no! COLE Get up there, Quentin, I don't know how long Charlie can hold that weight! As Moss turns around, Pantera jams the chair into his ribs, and Heyross slides off and out of the ring. Benjamin hops down and catches a shot RIGHT to the dome, leaving him out cold! COACH Wow, what a shot Quentin took! Moss then takes a shot to the back! COLE What the hell is going on here? Has Heyross been in cahoots with the Canadians all along? Pantera applies the FULL NELSON~!!! to Moss, as ALFDOGG makes his way down the aisle, to ENORMOUS cheers! COLE Well, maybe Alf will straighten this all out! Here comes the former champ! Alf stands right behind Heyross, who turns around, then quickly backs out of Alf's way! Alf then hops on the apron, and Pantera spots him. Pantera releases Moss and tosses him out of the ring, as Alf goes to the top rope. Pantera stands over Strutter with the chair. COLE Only two men standing, and it's Alf and Ken Pantera! COACH Yeah, but what's Alf going to do while Pantera's there with that chair? Alf stands on the top rope and stares down Pantera for a few seconds, then flies off with the FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 ...ON QUENTIN BENJAMIN????? COLE & COACH Alf gets up and looks down at Benjamin, smirking, as the crowd begins to boo loudly. COACH CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? Alf looks at Pantera once again, and Pantera raises his hand in the air. Alf walks over and slaps Pantera's hand. COLE OH MY GOD. Pantera places Strutter on top of Benjamin as Alf goes outside, where Rick Heyross is shown with a wide-eyed, open-mouthed smile. Alf tosses the referee inside, and he lands right next to Strutter, and counts... 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* BUFFER The winners of the match...TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! COLE Team Canada...Rick Heyross...Alfdogg...what are we seeing here? Heyross climbs into the ring, still with the look on his face, and stands before Alf, sticking his hand out. Alf looks at him for a second, before grinning and ACCEPTING THE HANDSHAKE! COLE Alfdogg is SHAKING HANDS WITH RICK HEYROSS! COACH Did you EVER think you'd see that, Cole? COLE I...I don't know what else to say. Pantera tosses Moss into the ring, and Strutter holds him back on his knees, as Alf lays in punches. The crowd has begun to throw debris into the ring. Alf stops briefly, and starts slapping Moss around and talking shit...until BROCK AUSSTIN makes his way out to the ring! COLE HERE COMES BROCK~!!! Brock slides in, and delivers a BIG clothesline to Felix Strutter! However, Pantera immediately pounces, nailing Brock with the chair! COACH Hey Cole, I just thought of something! You don't suppose earlier, when Brock was out in the locker room... COLE ...one can only assume that it was Alf who assaulted Brock in his locker room. COACH Because Team Heyross had just left that locker room, and Alf was going towards them... Alf reaches into his pants, and pulls out a lead pipe! COLE Look at that enormous pipe Alf just pulled from his pants! COACH Well, I'm sure THAT'S going to go over well with the censors! COLE NO, I mean the LEAD pipe, fuckface! COACH Pantera holds Brock back, as Alf walks towards him with the pipe, and brings it right across the top of his head! Brock is out like a light! COLE And that must have been the weapon of choice for Alf in the assault! Pantera applies the FULL NELSON~!!! to the unconscious Brock, as Alf slaps him around. Pantera tosses him to the mat. Strutter delivers the THUNDER BAY THROTTLE~!!! to Benjamin, then all four men celebrate. COLE This is unbelievable! Alfdogg has deceived Team Heyross here tonight...hell, he's deceived his entire country! Alf, Team Canada, and Heyross join and raise hands by the ropes as Magnum Opus plays. COLE Hopefully we get some sort of explanation on this next week, because this country damn sure deserves one! For the Coach, I'm Michael Cole, we'll see you next week! BURN IN HELL, ALF! The crowd continues to shower the men with debris, as we... 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