KingPK 0 Report post Posted September 8, 2006 After the opening hoopla, we go into the arena in Atlanta, Georgia.... BA-BOOM!! BA-BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM~! "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COLE This is HeldDOWN~! Hotlanta is ready for the OAOAST's flagship program LIVE here on TSM. Hello everyone, Michael Cole here along with the Coach Jonathan Coachman as always and tonight, we've got some questions that need to be answered after what happened last week. COACH Yeah, like "How the hell can Tha Puerto Rican get TWO title shots against Drek Stone?" Title shot hog! COLE Actually, the more pressing issue is what happened in the rematch between Team Heyross and Team Canada where Alfdogg, ALFDOGG of all people, sided with Team Canada. Fans have been asking all week why, and we're about to get our answer. Magnum Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat/Howling at the Moon hits, and the crowd explodes into boos as Alfdogg makes his way out, with Rick Heyross and Team Canada in tow. COACH Cole, did you ever think, after the reaction Alf got at AngleSlam, that just ten days later, he'd be getting a *negative* reaction just as thunderous? COLE Never. Alf climbs into the ring, and the others follow. Alf grabs a mic, and holds it to his mouth, before handing it to Rick Heyross. COACH Oh, Alf's teasin' us! RICK HEYROSS Who would have ever thunk it? Good Ol' EC Dub, Rick Heyross, and Alfdogg, SWORN RIVALS, now peacefully sharing a ring together? *crowd boos, as Heyross sticks his hand out once again, and Alf shakes it.* COLE Unbelievable. HEYROSS I know Brock Ausstin never saw it coming. He was just too confident for his own good! "Oh Rick, I don't need any help for this match with Otaku! Why don't you take it easy! I'll take care of things!" Well, you're gonna need help now, big man! Because you're looking at the strongest force in the wrestling world! The greatest tag team in the world, Team Canada! *crowd boos* HEYROSS And the greatest World champion of all time, Alfdogg! *crowd boos* HEYROSS And it's US who's going to take care of things from here! *crowd boos, as Heyross hands the mic over to Ken Pantera.* PANTERA I want to tell you people a little story. Eighteen years ago, a man was training with weights for a spot the Summer Olympics. This man was the greatest powerlifter in the world! Dedicated to his craft, and to his country, and nothing was going to stop him from getting that gold medal for them. But near the end of his training, he suffered a serious muscle tear, and was forced to drop out. *Pantera pauses* Eight years later, right here in Atlanta, Georgia, that man was able to train at full strength once again, and was ready to get the gold right here in his hometown, right in front of his home country! And you know what that man was told? They told that man that he was too old! He was past his prime! He'd never be as good as he once was! So they pushed him to the side, and they brought in some other, younger scrub, who turned in a FOURTEENTH place finish. *pause* Meanwhile, the star of this story vowed to show the US the error of their ways. In the process, he moved to Canada to resume his training, and was eventually granted dual citizenship along with a spot on the Canadian national team. Two years later in Finland, he was crowned the World weightlifting champion. Eight years after that...he teamed with Felix Strutter, and was crowned the champion of the Tag Team World Cup! *Pantera's voice gets an angry tone* PANTERA That's right, this is a true story, and the MAN in that story was ME...Ken Pantera! How many people DREAM of winning an Olympic gold medal right in front of their hometown? You people will never know what it's like to have that chance, and you'll never know what it's like to have it unfairly taken from you! Well, that's not my homeland now. They said "America...love it, or leave it." Well, guess what...I LEFT. *crowd boos loudly, as Pantera hands the mic over to Felix Strutter.* STRUTTER Well, I don't have any heart-wrenching pieces like that to tell, because thankfully...I was never an American. *crowd boos* STRUTTER But I gave you people a chance! And Kenny gave you people another chance! But we didn't have that same chance in return. All we heard, was "why do they have this spot and not Team Heyross"? Yeah, we got spots on your TV show. But once those matches were done, they were shoved to the side and forgotten as fast as possible, so you could say "Let's get those Team Heyross highlights!" "Let's see how Team Heyross did!" They always got the top billing. Well, we've provided you all with the BEST Team Heyross highlights over the last week! I mean, how many people can say they scored two pins against Team Heyross EVER, let alone two in the same week? We truly are the greatest tag team in the WORLD! *crowd boos, then Strutter hands the mic to Alf, who is immediately showered with boos.* COLE This ought to be VERY interesting. *Alf pauses to let the booing die down, then brings the mic to his mouth. However, the negativity doesn't die down so easily, as the crowd begins to chant.* ALFDOGG SUCKS! ALFDOGG SUCKS! ALFDOGG SUCKS! ALFDOGG SUCKS! COACH Listen to this, Cole! *Alf finally speaks.* ALF My, my, my. Thank you, Atlanta, for that rousing ovation. *crowd boos* ALF You know, I was walking around backstage at last week's show, and I see everybody in the back moping around. Yeah, everyone's all down in the dumps, because Drek Stone regained the title. Everyone sulking, as if this company hasn't been through worse times. And I suppose it's my fault, right? *crowd reacts to Alf's question.* ALF Yeah, I suppose I blew it for the company, I suppose that buyrate-killing S.O.B. Alf fucked up again, right? You know, it's amazing. For some reason, I've been doing all I can to win the admiration of all you people since I returned. I've put my ass on the line countless times, and it seemed to be working! But boy, slip up one time, and it's all out the window. On the other hand, I go to Canada, and they still like me. They can accept the fact that people make mistakes. And this country made the biggest mistake of all by turning its back on me. *crowd boos* ALF Where was your hero, Zack Malibu, when I was putting my ass on the line to save this company? Where was the supposed "face" of this company? He didn't take part in that practice, did he? No, because he was too busy pulling GUNS on the other wrestlers in the middle of the ring! You people can support that, but you boo the GREATEST TAG TEAM IN THE WORLD. *crowd boos* ALF And you instead you choose to cheer losers like Team Heyross, and Brock Ausstin. And speaking of losers, there was another team who let their country down earlier this week, and that would be the US Basketball team. *crowd boos* ALF At least pick a better country to lose to than GREECE, for fuck's sake. Basketball's supposed to be America's sport, and yet, the MVP for the last two years running...Steve Nash, A CANADIAN. *crowd boos* ALF Bottom line, none of us give a FUCK what the American people think anymore. We're rolling with the country that supports and admires us through the good AND bad... Alf is interrupted by Punishment by BIOHAZARD, as well as a monster pop for Brock Ausstin, who appears on the stage with a mic. BROCK So I'm a loser, huh? Tell me something, Alf...which of the four of us stands here right now with gold around their waist? *crowd cheers, as Alf has a frown on his face* BROCK I'm gonna make this one short and sweet. You want a war? How about World Without End? I'll even put the Heartland title on the line for you, Alf. *crowd cheers* ALF Oh, don't you worry, big man, there's gonna be a war. In fact, it's already started! And as far as World Without End goes...*shrugs* NO! We got no deal. *crowd boos* COLE What? Is Alf backing down from a challenge? Cowboy by Kid Rock plays, and Bill Watts walks out to the stage. He starts to speak, but Alf interrupts. ALF Actually...you go ahead and make that match, Watts, but on one condition...I choose what stipluation this match goes by. WATTS No deal, Alf! The Heartland champion chooses the stipulations of his own matches, remember? Those were the rules you set when you first won this belt! ALF Yeah, well, rules are made to be broken! *Alf runs his hand through his hair* ...look, how about this: Brock, you get your boys, Team Heyross, and we'll all go at it right here tonight. *crowd cheers* ALF We'll work a best-of-three series. Whichever side wins, either you or me chooses the stipulation. Do we have a deal? Watts looks at Brock, who looks at Watts and nods in approval. WATTS Ok then. With the stipulation to be determined, at World Without End, it will be Alfdogg challenging Brock Ausstin for the OAOAST Heartland title! *crowd ROARS* WATTS And right here tonight on HeldDOWN~!, a best-of-three series will take place between the American side, and the Canadian side! The winning side will choose the terms of the match! Let's go hook 'em up! Watt's theme plays, leaving Alf and Brock staring each other down from across the arena. COLE HUGE announcements from Bill Watts! Alfdogg vs Brock Ausstin at World Without End! And action between the Americans and Canadians, right here tonight! It's another huge night of action for you and we'll get it started right after this break. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted September 8, 2006 And now OAOAST BACKTRACKER, brought to you by Mrs. Spezia's Sweeties... MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, MONEY...MONEYMAKER! $ THEODORE MONEYMAKER $ LAST WEEK THEODORE 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. * STYLISH CLIP * Teddy shoots Rico to the ropes...back elbow... vertical suplex... 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! ONE... TWO... THREE! * STYLISH CLIP #2 * 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. COLE Theodore Moneymaker opening up the check book for that piece, no doubt. Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, as seen on Angleslam, the rivarly between the Sooner Bruisers and Heavenly Rockers continues to rage on after Big Frank and Uber Bruiser once again laid into Synth and Logan after the bout. Obviously upset over how the match ended. But perhaps not as upset as one man...Logan Usher Mann, who is still convalescing from the beating he and Synth received at the hands of The Sooner Bruisers. Earlier in the week I had the chance to speak with one-half of the former OAOAST World tag team champions. Let's hear that piece right now. Previously Recorded Comments VOICE OF Logan Usher Mann Wrestler/Musican Footage of the aforementioned event at Angleslam rolls during the phone interview. COLE Logan, I know it's been a trying time for you personally and professionally. Thank you for sparing a moment of your time. LOGAN And I thank you for not footing us with the long distance bill like you guys did last time when you spoke to Synth. I know what I'm about to say is gonna make me sound like a broken record, but I've had it up to hear with all the bull[bleep]. As we speak I'm lying on the bed, neck in a brace, having just been told by my doctor minutes before this telephone hook up that my wrestling career may be over after suffering yet another neck sprain thanks to the 69 Driver Big Frank Bruiser spiked me with at Angleslam. It's a re-aggravation of the same injury I suffered months ago on the very same move at Living Angleously. Doctors say the best case scenario is that a little R&R will do the trick and that the time spent away from the ring will help ease the pain I've been experiencing everyday since Angleslam. But I want the Sooner Bruisers to know this: I don't care what the doctors say, even if it means risking paralysis, Logan Mann and the Heavenly Rockers will rock n' roll again. And Black T, you better believe we want our rematch for the tag titles. However, first thing's first...The Sooner Bruisers. One way or another, we're gonna getcha. Count on it sayeth Logan Usher Mann. * CLICK * "You say its urgent Make it fast, make it urgent Do it quick, do it urgent Gotta rush, make it urgent Want it quick Urgent, urgent, emergency Urgent, urgent, emergency Urgent, urgent, emergency Urgent, urgent, emergency So urgent, emergency Emer... emer... emer... Its urgent" Live in the arena, Foreigner's 1980s classic Urgent plays two men dressed as an EMT and POLICE OFFICER to the ring. * DING DING DING * BUFFER The following contest on HeldDOWN~!, one fall with a 10 minute time limit. Introducing...from the OAOAST First Responders Unit...EMT TIM and OFFICER BOSLEY...RESCUE 911~! COLE Recuse 911 making their OAOAST debut. I understand they're from the newly created OAOAST First Responders Unit, Coach. COACH Considering who their opponents, I hope there's more of them in the back. They're probably gonna need some medical assistance tonight. And what about the threat made by Logan Mann? He's snapped, Mikey. The OAOAST should give him the Kurt Angle ultimatum. Clean up or die on your own watch. Logan is digging the Heavenly Rockers' grave. COLE I'm afraid you're right, Coach. Logan has been through so much emotionally the past few years it's going to lead to something disasterous. The very second Rescue 911's music fades away the boo birds come out in full force. Edgar Winter's Frankenstein accompaning The Sooner Bruisers ringside. The usual pre-match routine scraped. Straight to the ring or bust. BUFFER And their opponents...hailing from Oklahoma City, 525 pounds... "The Man of Tomorrow" BIG FRANK and "The Psycho Gremlin" UBER BRUISER... THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUISERS! * DING DING DING * Big Frank and Uber re-enact the opening minutes of their Angleslam match, jumping Rescue 911 prior to the bell like they did Black T. Officer Bosley thrown outside, leaving EMT Tim to the Bruisers. The Sooners send Tim in for the ride, pressing him up in the air and right down on his belly! Frank slumps Tim over his right shoulder facing up... * BOOM * ...and releases him after a TOP ROPE ELBOW DROP from Uber! COLE And that will do it. The Man of Tomorrow with the cover. ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! Frank lifts Tim up, shaking his head. He drags the semi-conscious EMT to the Rescue 911 corner and has him tag in a woozy Officer Bosley. Big Frank pulls in the dazed officer and suplexes him overhead. Bosley staggers to his feet...and lands a right! Officer Bosley rocks the Man of Tomorrow with more rights and backhand judo chops. Irish whip...No, reversed! TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM! COLE There isn't another team in the OAOAST that can match power with the Sooner Bruisers. COACH And that's what makes them so dangerous, Mikey. Not only are Big Frank and Uber powerful, but they can brawl and wrestle. You just can't prepare for one style against them, they're a triple threat. Big Frank flexes and talks smack to O.B. Uber tagged in. Frank firing Bosley to the ropes, stepping aside to allow the Psycho Gremlin to run up from behind and WALLOP law enforcement's finest with a SOONERLINE! Uber scoopes Bos up, waistlocking him from the rear...BACKDROP DRIVER! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Uber HOWWWWLS as he runs circles around Officer Bosley's body, drawing an imaginary police outline. Big Frank returns to the action, double underhooking the arms of O.B...TIGER BOMB! The Man of Tomorrow mocks the Heavenly Rockers, twirling the FINGER OF DEATH~ to signal for the Frankensteiner. EMT Time with one last attempt to save the match for his team, but Uber takes him out with a Soonerline. Looking to send a message to Black T and the Heavenly Rockers, Big Frank and Uber hit the FRANKENSTEINER and OKLAHOMA STAMPEDE simultaneously! ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING * "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" BUFFER Here are your winners... THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUUUISERS! Coach handles the replay and tosses it to Michael Cole. COLE Unfortunately for Rescue 911, they were unsuccessful in their OAOAST debut, the victims of misfortune in drawing the Sooner Bruisers as their opponents. Joined ringside by Big Frank and Uber Bruiser, who didn't waste time snapping their one match losing streak, defeating EMT Tim and Officer Bosley in dominating fashion. And dominate they did once again at Angleslam, having their way with the Heavenly Rockers until Black T of all people made the save. Gentlemen, you may have failed in your attempt to capture the World tag team championship, but you damn sure succeed in eliminating the Heavenly Rockers for quite possibly the rest of their careers. BIG FRANK What do you mean failed? The Sooner Bruisers don't fail at nothing. Going into Angleslam we said our goal was to destroy the Heavenly Rockers, the tag belts would just be icing on the cake. We had our cake, but there wasn't any icing because of that skank whore Holly-Wood. Logan Mann should blame that freak-- Let me rephrase that. That's an insult to all my freakozoids. Holly deserves to be called what she really is, a bitch. A bitch Logan Mann should blame for what happened to him. It's because of her that he's lying in the position she knows all too well -- face up. Me and my brother had the match won. You know it, I know it, the whole free world knows it...even the damn commies know it. I had Logan Mann screaming like a little bitch in the Lazy-E-Boy. I heard him say aunt, uncle, brother and sister. But there was no referee. Everybody knows what happens next. Holly-Wood comes off the top and DDT's me, placing Logan on top. Yet they still didn't win. Like Holly-Wood, Synth and Logan are chokers. They got lucky the first time around. And it don't take no rocket scientist to figure out luck wasn't on their side at Angleslam. COLE It certainly was not. Black T walking away the new champions. UBER On one hand, we had the satisfaction of seeing the Heavenly Rockers lose the tag titles. On the other, it came at our expense. So Black T, we're callin' you out. We want you. Anytime, any place. You and us for the gold. Let's see who the real World tag team champions are. As far as we're concerned, you're lookin' at 'em. Ow, ow, ow, ow, owwwwww! COLE That may be easier said than done, gentlemen. Tony Brannigan has his eyes set on becoming the World heavyweight champion. BIG FRANK Can somebody tell me when Tony Brannigan became a pussy? I remember Tony Brannigan as the hawkish bad ass not the bleeding heart liberal. You see, Brannigan, instead of worrying about the World Title, you should worry about The Sooner Bruisers leaving you in a pool of your own blood again. That's why you don't see him tonight, Michael Cole. He got punk'd by the World Champion. You don't challenge the most powerful man in wrestling just because the event is in your hometown. On second thought, Brannigan is smart going after the World Title...it saves him another ass-kicking from The Sooner Bruisers. Let the flexing and howling commence. Big Frank and Uber doing their thing for the camera. COLE Well fans, Tony Brannigan isn't the only one who can issue a challenge. The Sooner Bruisers want Black T for the World tag team title. To quote Mr. Brannigan from last week, "Get in line." Right after the match, our cameras cut backstage, as they're quick to pick up on what's about to go down in the dressing room area. "BLANK! COME ON, BLANK!" Once again, Zack Malibu, still a member of the walking wounded due to the horrific beating he suffered two weeks ago at Angleslam, is a man on a mission, looking for nemesis Bruce Blank. Malibu blows past anyone and everyone in his search for Blank, screaming his name out and hoping that the sadistic redneck has the balls to answer his calls. "BLANK! COME ON BRUCE, I..." *WHAM~!* In the midst of his search, Malibu is attacked from the left, rammed against the wall by none other than Todd Cortez, Blank's cohort in The Wildcards, and the man responsible for arranging the deal with Zack that he now regrets, the one which brought Blank, Bloodshed, and Cortez himself into the OAOAST! Malibu slouches against the wall, and Cortez brings repeated knee strikes into his gut, doubling him over and leaving him wide open to be hammered across the back. Malibu struggles to keep himself standing, and wraps his arms around Todd's waist, screaming loudly as he forces him back and slams him against a wall! Zack comes up to a vertical base and pins his forearm against Todd's throat, looking him right in the eye as he blocks any air from being breathed in! Cortez struggles, and finally manages to headbutt Zack flush in the nose, possibly breaking it in the process! Malibu reels, and Todd takes him by the head and slams him face first into the wall, Malibu's blood now staining the pure white wall! Todd then takes Malibu by the head and hurls him to the floor by the entranceway, and Malibu winds up rolling away, out onto the entrance ramp! The crowd roars at the sight of the fight, as Cortez drives the sole of his boot across Zack's cheekbone when the Preppy One tries to stand up! COLE ...are we...OK, Coach, our mics are back on, and we've got a situation right now! COACH A situation? This isn't a situation, Mikey Cole, this is a code red...literally! COLE Zack Malibu has been busted open once again at the hands of The Wildcards, namely Todd Cortez, who jumped Malibu in the backstage area as he sought to find Bruce Blank! Malibu, crawling on all fours, has no defense when Cortez undoes the belt from his jeans and takes it in one hand, cracking it over Malibu's back repeatedly! Malibu rolls onto his back and into a guard position, trying to defend himself from Cortez's assault, and manages to kick him away and he comes closer. Zack pushes up to his feet, with Cortez coming at him again, and Zack lunges forward with a right hand to the nether regions, knocking Cortez to his knees! COACH Well, when all else fails, go low! Cortez is moaning in pain, having dropped his belt at his side. Malibu claims the items and wraps it around his hand, letting the point of the belt buckle remain exposed...SO THAT HE CAN JAB IT INTO CORTEZ'S FOREHEAD! COLE HE'S CUTTING TODD CORTEZ OPEN! HE'S USING THAT BELT BUCKLE TO OPEN HIM UP! Malibu rakes the buckle across Todd's forehead, then jabs at the wound to open it further, covering his right hand in blood. Malibu then grabs Todd's head in his hands, and starts pressing his thumb, and the point of the belt buckle dangerously close to Cortez's right eye! COLE He's going for the eye again, just like he tried to do to Bruce Blank at Angleslam! COACH He damn near tore his out then, so what's gonna happen n... *KEEEE-RASH~!* COLE DAMMIT! DAMMIT TO HELL, now it's a mugging! The sound you just heard was a light fixture being smashed across the forehead of Zack Malibu by Bloodshed, who rushed out from the back to aid his partner. Malibu lay flat on his back, his forehead now dripping with blood from the broken glass...as Bloodshed takes the jagged end of the fixture and holds it in his hand, kneeling next to Zack and targeting his forehead! COACH They're carving him up, Cole! Malibu shouts in pain as Bloodshed goes to work on him, like a horror movie villain maiming his latest victim. Cortez gets up and holds Malibu's arms down, not letting him attempt to defend himself, as Bloodshed starts working him over with the shrapnel...but a loud cheer from the crowd lets us know that help is on the way! COLE IT'S LEON! LEON RODEZ! Rodez, in street clothes, rushes to the aid of his old partner with a steel chair in hand as his weapon of choice! Bloodshed turns to see what the commotion is about, but before he can go after Leon with his jagged shank, Rodez blasts him across the head enough to stagger him back, then floors him with another wicked chairshot that brings him down! Cortez leaps up and goes after Leon, but Leon cocks back and fires off a chairshot at him too, nailing Todd so hard that both of his feet come right out from under him, and he crashes onto his back! COACH WHAT A SHOT! DAYUM! Leon stands over Cortez, and then turns to see Bloodshed, smiling through dripping blood, standing their with his weapon of choice, ready to react. Rodez glares at him, silently daring him to do his worst, but security and staff rush out to clear the aisleway and prevent anymore damage from being done. COLE They're getting hauled away, and that may be best, for ALL involved! Rodez knocks the arms and hands of security away, leaning to look at his fallen friend and check on him. Bloodshed is physically dragged back towards the dressing room area, smiling a sick smile at Rodez, as the two stare each other down. COLE They were partners in The Usual Suspects, and earlier this year when most of the locker room was against Zack bringing The Wildcards in, it was Leon who became the first to stand up for Zack when everything came crashing down around him. COACH We've seen Zack left laying before, left to fight his own battles...but after the way The Wildcards crossed the line, it looks like the OAOAST locker room is becoming more of a united front...and it looks like the former World Tag Team Champions are leading the charge! Rodez helps Zack to his feet, while a trainer comes over with a towel to block the blood from flowing out of his forehead, as we fade away from the chaos, and to a commercial break. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted September 8, 2006 *A replay of the previous segment plays as we return* COLE We're back and as you can see, a brutal attack from the Wildcards on Zack Malibu before the break. Thank God for Leon Rodez or Zack may have been seriously hurt. COACH Rodez came and helped his friend, but he may have just put himself in a bad situation. Tom Sawyer hits, and the crowd boos as Rick Heyross leads Felix Strutter down to the ring. COLE And this is the first match in the best-of-three series between the US and Canada! Let's go to Michael Buffer! BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way down the aisle, accompanied by his manager, Rick Heyross...from Thunder Bay, Ontario, weighing in at 218 pounds..."AFTER HOURS" FFFFFFFFEEEEEELIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX SSSSSSSSSSSTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! COLE And it'll be Felix Strutter taking in Quentin Benjamin in match #1...later on, the other members of the tag teams, Ken Pantera and Charlie Moss will square off, with Alf and Brock being the deciding match, if necessary! As Strutter gets words of encouragement from Rick Heyross, Punishment by BIOHAZARD hits and Quentin Benjamin makes his way to the ring to a nice pop. BUFFER His opponent...from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 235 pounds...QUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUENTINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN BENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNJAMINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! Benjamin slides in and poses on the buckles, then jumps down and the bell rings. *DING DING DING* Benjamin and Strutter circle the ring, then tie up. Both men jockey, then Strutter executes an armdrag! Strutter acts proud of himself, as the crowd boos, and Benjamin looks up at him, before getting up and circling the ring again. COACH Great armdrag by Strutter! They tie up again, and this time it's Benjamin who executes the armdrag! COLE But Quentin responds with one of his own! The crowd cheers, then starts to chant: U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! Strutter slowly gets to his feet, and they tie up again. Strutter executes a drop toehold, then goes behind and grabs Benjamin in a rear waistlock. COLE Felix Strutter so quick! Strutter rides him around for a bit, but Benjamin is able to get to his feet. Benjamin walks around, then charges the ropes and ducks down, causing Strutter to fly through the ropes to the floor! COLE But a nice escape by Quentin! Strutter gets up and looks at Benjamin, then slaps his hands on the apron before sliding in. He walks up and shoves Benjamin, who responds with a slap across the face! COLE Oh my, what a slap! Strutter holds his face, with an angry look. COACH Felix ain't gonna go for that very long. Benjamin offers a test of strength, and Strutter briefly thinks it over, then slowly moves in. He reaches on hand up and locks it, then slowly reaches the other up. He locks it, then they slowly bring the hands down to chest level. Strutter kicks the right hand of Benjamin, then wrings his arm. Benjamin rolls on the mat, then handsprings up, and wrings the arm of Strutter! COLE Back and forth so far, the action very quick in this one! Benjamin wrings the arm again, then delivers right hands to it. Strutter delivers overhand chops to the chest, and tries to escape, but Benjamin takes him down to the mat. He bars it, but Strutter gets to his feet. He backs Benjamin into the ropes, and whips him across. Benjamin ducks a clothesline, and delivers a spinning wheel kick! COLE Nice kick, and the first pin attempt of the match... 1... 2... Kickout! Benjamin backs into the ropes, and attempts a flying bodypress, but the momentum carries both men over and to the floor! COACH Whoa! COLE And both men go crashing to the floor! I couldn't tell who got the worst of it! COACH Well, it looked like Strutter fell back into the guardrail, but he's getting back first! Benjamin climbs onto the apron, and Strutter grabs him and sets up a suplex. He lifts him over the ropes, but Benjamin slides behind the back. Strutter quickly switches, and delivers a TIGER SUPLEX~! Benjamin rolls backwards onto his stomach. COLE WOW, Benjamin folded up like an accordion on that one! Strutter slowly gets to his feet and begins to stomp away at Benjamin, then picks him up and whips him hard into a corner. Benjamin staggers out, and Strutter delivers a foot to the gut, and delivers a DOUBLE-ARM DDT~! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Strutter picks up Benjamin and backs him into a corner, and lays in kicks. Benjamin drops to his knees, and Strutter slaps him around a bit. COLE Oh, come on! COACH Hey, he's just having a little fun with him! Strutter backs into the ropes, and delivers a swinging neckbreaker! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Strutter sets up a suplex, but Benjamin reverses to a small package! COLE Small package by Benjamin! 1... 2... Kickout! COLE So close! Strutter quickly stomps away, then delivers a Northern Lights suplex! 1... 2... NO! Kickout! COLE But Quentin Benjamin still with a lot of fight left! Strutter picks Benjamin, and whips him into the ropes. He drops down, then Benjamin ducks a clothesline, then both men clothesline each other! COACH Oh! COLE And a double clothesline! The referee begins his count... ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! FOUR!!! FIVE!!! SIX!!! SEVEN!!! EIGHT!!! Benjamin sits up, and begins to stand, as Strutter drags himself to his feet. Benjamin measures Strutter, and goes for a SUPERKICK~!...but Strutter ducks, and floors Benjamin with a HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK~! Strutter then goes to the top rope... COACH And Strutter going to the top here! Strutter leaps off with a SWANTON BOMB~!, but Benjamin rolls out of the way! COLE And nobody home! The crowd tries to bring Benjamin to his feet with the chant... U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! Benjamin gets to his feet, and catches Strutter with a savate kick, followed by a snap suplex! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Benjamin follows up with an OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY~! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Shoulder up! Benjamin picks up Strutter and backs him into a corner, delivering kicks to the midsection and finishing with a spinning back kick! Strutter staggers out of the corner, and Benjamin hops to the second rope, then steps back to the top...and comes off with a BULLDOG~!!! Cover... 1... 2... NO!!! Shoulder up! COACH But how about Felix Strutter? Benjamin complains to the referee briefly, then grabs Strutter and attempts an Irish whip. Strutter reverses, then drops down...and Benjamin hops over, right into the referee, who was in the way! COLE And the referee takes a collision! He's out of it! Benjamin bends down to check on him, and takes a LOW BLOW from Strutter, followed by the THUNDER BAY THROTTLE~!!! COACH And that's the big move of Felix, this one's in the bag! COLE But there's no referee! Strutter counts a fall himself, then gets up and pats the referee on the back, before going over to untie the turnbuckle pad! COLE And now Strutter resorting to desperate tactics! Strutter removes the buckle, then picks up Benjamin and whips him into the corner as the referee comes to. However, Benjamin hops backwards over a charging Strutter, then hops up and hooks his feet under Strutter's shoulders, rolls back, and bridges... COLE Pinning combination! 1... 2... 3!!! COLE He got him! *DING DING DING* COLE And Brock's team strikes the first blow! BUFFER The winner of the match...QUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUENTINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN BENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNJAMINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! The referee gets to his feet, and raises the hand of Benjamin, who falls through the ropes onto his feet on the floor, and makes his way back down the aisle. COLE So now Pantera and Alf both need wins in order to win this series! One loss, and Brock keeps his right to choose the stipulation! Those matches are coming up, but right now let's go up to the interview stage and Tony Schiavone. We go to the famed interview stage where Tony Schiavone is standing by. TONY Thanks Michael. My guest at this time is a former OAOAST World Heavyweight, X-Division and two time Tag Team champion. He is also the man who lost the first ever Miami Mayhem match sanctioned by the OAOAST two weeks ago at AngleSlam 2006. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Peter Knight! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Metalingus booms over the PA as Knight walks out into the arena wearing jeans and his Knightmare t-shirt (with the phrase "You won't wake up" on the back), a surly look on his face. He walks onto the interview stage and stands next to Tony, not even acknowledging the crowd's reaction. TONY Mr. Knight, we...... Suddenly, Knight puts a hand up to cut him off. KNIGHT Why did you do that? TONY I don't know what you mean. KNIGHT You started off well, listing off all my accomplishments in this company -- though you did forget my two reigns as 24/7 champion -- but then you had to ruin it by mentioning that I lost at AngleSlam in a match that was an absolute joke in the first place. I went into that match thinking we were going to turn the sand red with our blood and I was going to show the world how washed up Longdogger Pete really was....but instead the match was the most embarassing match of my career! That isn't because I lost, let me make that clear right now..... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" KNIGHT (looking angrily at the crowd but continuing) No, that ain't the reason. I've been in some of the most brutal matches the OAOAST has ever seen. I've been in a glass table match....I've been in I Quit matches....I was in a Stairway to Hell match that nearly ended my damn career! I've bled, I've suffered, I've paid my dues in this sport...and Longdogger Pete has the BALLS to think that just because he threw me into some water that he holds some sort of victory over me? Hell f*BEEP*ing NO! COLE We apologize for that, folks. COACH No we don't. TONY But the rules of that match said..... KNIGHT I don't give a rat's ass about that. Sure, if you read the results of AngleSlam you'll see that he is listed as the winner of a match against Peter Knight, but I know, he knows, and everyone here and in TV Land knows that he did NOT beat me. He did NOT make me bleed....he did NOT make me hurt....he did NOT push me to the brink of my physical and mental abilities like Alfdogg did. Yes folks, mark the date; I just said that Alfdogg beat me. Longdogger, you are going to have to do a HELL of a lot more to make me say the same of you. TONY It sounds like you want another match with him. KNIGHT Damn right I do. In fact, I already paid a visit to Watts and have made a match for next week on HeldDOWN. Next week, I will team up with the Sooner Bruisers to take on Longdogger Pete and Black T in a six-man tag team match! "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COACH That's a huge match, Cole! KNIGHT Unfortunately, he wouldn't let me get my hands on you one-on-one, but I'll take what I can get because you and me getting it on again is coming soon and this time, we will really see who the better man is.... Knight looks straight into the camera, an intense look in his eyes. KNIGHT Me. Metalingus plays once again as Knight walks off the stage. TONY A big match is signed for next week, right here on HeldDOWN! Don't go away, folks. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted September 8, 2006 As we return to the arena we find ourselves panning around the crowd, who have been joined ringside by a group of fellow spectators. Dressed in yellow, the local security team's presence has been clearly increased as the guards line virtually every barricade and stairway. COLE Okay, as you can see, we've got a big security presence in the crowd as it's time for the 'Hooligan Street Fight'. No time-limit, no disqualifications, no count-outs and no stopping the match until we see either a pinfall or a submission. And after what we saw at AngleSlam, we know this brawl could spill anywhere. COACH No kidding. They ended up deep in the crowd at AngleSlam and we ended up with one fan getting a boot in the head. COLE Hence the security here, as indeed an unlucky fan did take one of Tyler Bryant's feet across the forehead in the midst of that crazy brawl where the four men ended up brawling through the abandoned seats deep in the crowd and all the way to the back. They had to be pulled apart, which The GPX weren't happy about and they laid out the challenge last week. It's on tonight and hopefully, security will keep the fans out of harm's way should the action spill into the seats once again. And with that, let's send it up to the ring. *DINGDINGDING* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, this is the first ever Hooligan Street Fight! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER There will be no disqualifications, no count-outs and falls count anywhere! In this contest, the HI-YAH World Tag Team Championships are NOT on the line. .:CUE: O-Town, "Make Her Say":. "In a world full of posers, phonies, and pure wannabees, there finally emerges a group which has come to set the record straight. so, all you suckers better recognize, ya heard can you say uhhh na na na na..." In a bit of a depature from the norm, the crowd go wild for the sounds of O-Town and for a team notoriously uninterested in pleasing the fans. Maybe because after Johnny "Jam" Jackson enters clad in his street clothes, he's followed out by Atlanta's own Scotty Static! Static gets a big reaction as he walks through the entrance doors, but as he looks into the crowd he simply turns to Jax and shrugs his shoulders, showing that even in his hometown he's a tweener, maaan. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first. At a total combined weight of four hundred, thirty seven pounds... they are former OAOAST World Tag Team Champions and two-thirds of the current OAOAST Six-Man Tag Team Champions... the team of SCOTTY STATIC "YYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" and JOHNNY "JAM" JACKSON... THE GLLOOBBAALL PAARRTTYY... EEEEXXXXXXXXXXCCHHHHAAAAANNGGEEEEEEE!!!!! COLE And we are indeed in Atlanta, or should that be HOTlanta. To say this is The GPX's environment is true, but it would be even more valid to say this is Scotty Static's environment. COACH His street, his rules. COLE Well judging from this reaction, The GPX will be the clear favourites with the fans here tonight. It'll be interesting to see how their opponents cope, seeing as how until tonight they've been used to nothing but the people's adulation. COACH It's gonna be a real learning experience for the kids, that's for sure. Stepping into the ring, Johnny Jax scans the crowd and the extra security in effect, shaking his head at the fact the OAOAST are having to secure their street fight. Weakness. Static looks into the crowd too, still looking a little surprised at the fact his hometown is so receptive towards him. And despite his best efforts not to be the 'nice guy', he does acknowledge some of the many GPX banners and the GPX t-shirts with a quick pound of the chest around the heart area. Jax has meanwhile left the ring and retrieved a steel chair from ringside, tossing it into the ring to Static before stashing something else in the back pocket of his low slung jeans. "JUST ONE ON ONE THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT! JUST ONE ON ONE THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" An unexpected reaction, possibly, as a loud chorus of boos goes up possibly for the first time ever in the careers of Tyler Bryant and Shayne Brave. Stepping through the entrance doors, the D*LUX duo seem a little surprised too and Shayne foolishly tries to fire up the crowd, who just throw it back in their faces. Luckily, Jade Rodez is soon onhand to get her guys' focus on the ring and not the fans, telling them not to worry and directing them on down the aisle. BUFFER And introducing the opponents. Being led to the ring by their manager, Ms. JADE RODEZ! They weigh in at a total combined weight of three hundred, ninety seven pounds... the reigning HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions... "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE BRAVE... "TREMENDOUS" TYLER BRYANT... they are D*LLLLLLLUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH There's that reaction. COLE And here come D*LUX!! Storming the ring with their intro long gone, Tyler and Shayne slide in and pick up where they left off on August 27th as they leap right to their feet and start slugging it out with The GPX! Tyler and Jax, Shayne and Static, throwing fists as referee Nick Patrick signals for the opening bell. For some reason he doesn't get it, but who really cares, because the match is well and truly underway. "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" The Atlanta crowd get right behind The GPX as the two brawls spill out on either side of the ring. Static and Shayne brawl over into the barriers, putting the security into action, as across ringside Tyler hurls Jax head-first into the announce table. COLE This is chaos here and this is just how The GPX like it! D*LUX are out of their element here tonight and they can't escape that. They have to try and fight and beat The GPX at their own game, there's no other way. COACH Well trying to copy The GPX should come pretty easy. Jax is sprawled across the announce table now as Tyler ignores the pro-GPX crowd, scaling onto the table and sending notes and paper flying. Mounting Jax, Tyler then does as the street-fighters do and starts to rain down a succession of punches onto Johnny "Jam". In this predicament, Johnny's street mentality kicks into auto-pilot and with the fists raining down, he throws the first object to hand at Tyler. Luckily, the glass water pitcher misses and ends up drenching Coach. But the plastic fan he picks up next doesn't miss, catching Tyler right in the face, sending him rolling off the table clutching at his damaged looks. Meanwhile it's still Static and Shayne going at it, Static dumping Shayne into the barrier to the delight of his fellow Georgians. Numerous fans have their chairs brandished for Scotty to use and he gladly takes one, jamming the top of the seat down into Shayne's ribs. And again. Static then places the top of the chair on Shayne's throat and pushes down with all his might, trying to choke the boybander out. COACH Man, it's started hot and heavy here, huh? COLE This has been brewing for weeks of course. It was supposed to come to a head at AngleSlam, but the way that ended up just seemed to make things worse. This is a grudge, simple as that. It started off being about respect, now it's turned ugly. Shayne is able to get the chair off of his throat, but the punishment doesn't end there as Static transitions to putting the boots to him. Simple, but effective. The chair is tossed aside, leaving one fan without a seat for the rest of the match, not that he seems to care as he and those around him cheer Static on. Reaching out into the crowd, Scotty grabs a full plastic cup of beer and pours one out for his 'homey', "J'OH", before hurling the cup and the remaining alcohol right into the clean living boybander's face, to a big cheer. Static then goes back to the stomping. "STA - TIC!" "STA - TIC!" "STA - TIC!" "STA - TIC!" Over by the announce table, Tyler checks his forehead to find he is indeed busted open from the fan to the face. Jax gives him no time to nurse his wounds, storming up behind with a length of camera cable and wrapping it around Tyler's throat, his head, his face and wherever else he can! Tyler flails around as the wire is pulled back on with everything Johnny has, the GPXer talking some garbage as he chokes Tyler down. COLE This is chaos, our table is a mess, Coach is wet. COACH And no Crystal in sight. COLE ... Eventually Tyler manges to free himself from the cables. Jax is still right on his opponent though, as he slams a right hand across the open wound on Tyler's head. Tyler fights back with a jab, but Jax lands another heavily taped fist upside the head and sends Tyler sprawling to the floor. COLE Poor Jade Rodez can only watch from afar, nothing she can do now. COACH She looks worried. Rightfully so too. Indeed, Jade watches on nervously from the top of the rampway as Tyler Bryant has rolled back into the ring. And with his forehead busted open, he struggles to stand, flopping around until Jax slides in and boots him in the back of the head. COLE We have our first casualty of the match and I wouldn't expect it to be the last. Tyler, obviously lacerated from that show from our fan. COACH We have fans!? COLE The wind making thing. COACH Ah, gotcha. Showing his ruthless streak, Jax doesn't go for the cover and instead just kneels down beside Tyler, choking away with his bare hands. Referee Patrick is powerless to do anything and just watches on, as Jax eventually storms away and retrieves the steel chair across the ring. Static is still putting the boots to Shayne, leaving no-one to help "Tremendous" Tyler as he stumbles back up... ...getting jabbed in the gut with the chair... *CRACK!* "YYEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" ...before it gets SLAMMED over his back! COACH That's gonna play havoc with his choreography. Collapsing to the mat, Tyler writhes in pain as Jax now sets the chair up in the centre of the ring. Jax takes a quick glance to the outside, checking his partner is still in control, before dragging Tyler up and dragging him over to the furniture. A quick slam of the head into the seat sets Tyler up, an irish whip shooting him off to the ropes. As Tyler bounces back, Jax then sets for a drop toehold... ...or, maybe that should be drop NOhold (hyuck hyuck), as Tyler leaps over Jax's attempts to scythe his legs from underneath him. Once he realises he's come up short, Jax scrambles to his feet. Still on the run is The Tremendous One, leapfrogging over the chair and taking Johnny down with a Lou Thesz press, before going back to those mounted punches! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE This is odd to hear, it must be even odder for Tyler. An excellent move and the crowd are on his back for it. Tyler continues to punch and punch on for each boo he's getting, until finally he gives Jax a little reprieve. Only in order to set something else up though, as he moves the chair back across the ring. As he sets the chair up, Tyler spots his partner being thrown into the ring apron though and like any good tag partner would do, he takes action. Grabbing the top rope, Bryant vaults up and over with a simple PLANCHA to wipe Static out! COLE It certainly didn't take long for the aerial tactics, don't expect that to be the last dive either. Sure enough, right on cue Johnny Jax clambers up and waits for Tyler to pull himself back up. D*LUX recollect themselves, Tyler checking on Shayne, who points out the cut on his partner's head. That conversation distracts the HI-YAH Champions though, until they suddenly spot Jax thundering across the ring, the bigman of GPX showing his agility as he soars through the top and middle rope, taking out both members of D*LUX with a TOPÉ! COLE It's like AngleSlam all over again! COACH These four don't care about the risk, to each other or to themselves. That's what makes a match like this so dangerous. COLE And now, Scotty Static back in the ring, what has he got planned? With his HOTlanta natives HOT and in his corner, Static rolls into the ring. He's still shaking the effects of his role as landing pad as he climbs back up, assessing the steel chair before smiling to himself. No need to even move it, as he strolls across the opposite side of the ring, waiting as the trio on the floor climb up. Jax holds D*LUX in place and yells at his partner to 'do it!'. And just like that, Static is off. Hitting the ropes, Static runs the length of the ring... ...vaults onto the chair... ...to the top... ...AND TO THE FLOOR, WIPING ALL THREE GUYS OUT WITH A TRIPLE JUMP SOMERSAULT PLANCHA!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE UNBELIEVABLE!! "STA - TIC!" "STA - TIC!" "STA - TIC!" "STA - TIC!" COLE Incredible agility, incredible speed, incredible balance. Just incredible! COACH But he took everyone out Mikey. Jax tried to get away, but D*LUX held him in place. They couldn't go anywhere with Jax holding them, but they made damn sure J took the fall with them. It's a four man pile-up on the floor, Jade watching on anxiously as Static is the first to his feet and fired up enough to accept some high-fives from his hometown fans. Static doesn't waste much time with the fans though, taking Shayne and pitching him into the ring. In after him rolls Static, a slight limp as he boots Shayne in the head. Another boot finds the mark, Static folding up the chair and tossing it aside for later use as he stomps down on Shayne again. That stomp seems to light something up inside of Brave though, as he responds with a punch to the gut! Another punch buries itself into the breadbasket, and a third, Shayne able to now fight to his feet...until Static grabs two handfuls of face and just starts to rip and tear at the eyes, nose, ears, whatever he's haphazardly grabbed a hold of. "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COLE That's just gruesome! Nevermind an eyerake, he's raking his entire face! COACH This is how they do on the street Mikey! Gruesome is just second nature. Finally a final rake sends Shayne reeling away, Static following him into a corner and pinning him against the turnbuckles... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...landing a good old fashioned knifedge chop! Static then uses the less technical method of climbing the ropes and pinning his knee across Shayne's throat as he pulls on the top of the ringpost for leverage. That is, until suddenly the standing leg gives way, a natural reaction to being punched in the crotch! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Lowblow by Shayne Brave! D*LUX are being forced to fight fire with fire here tonight! Static limps away holding his nether regions while Shayne drags himself out of the corner. No sooner has he got out, however, than Johnny Jax comes into view and nearly takes his head off with a brutal clothesline. In an instant Jax then goes to work with some stomps, putting the beatdown on the HI-YAH Tag Champ and giving his partner a chance to recover. COACH That's why this is The GPX's environment. They're tough individually, but when one of them gets in trouble, they look out for their own. If one of them goes down, they both go down. No 'I' in team, no 'I' in Global Party Exchange. Pulling Shayne to his feet, Jax loads up an irish whip. Into the ropes goes Shayne, rebounded back into a knee to the gut that drops him down onto all fours. Tyler Bryant now tries to get in and help out, but Jax disposes of him, barging him off the ring apron before striding back over to Shayne and stradling his back. By the hair, Johnny then exposes Shayne's jaw... *THUD!* ...and lands a heavy-duty crossface strike. *THUD!* ...and one from the other side. *THUD!* ...before coming back the other way, the third crossface seemingly KOing Brave as he slumps lifelessly to the canvas, with Jax standing over him with complete dominance. COLE We've yet to see a pinfall attempt yet and to be honest, right now, I don't think it's about that to The GPX. Not yet. Jax places his boot across the back of Shayne's head, forcing him to eat canvas as he gets the thumbs up from from Static that he's okay now. With Shayne still pinned down, Jax unwraps the heavy gauze from around his left hand and allows Static to pull the still lifeless Shayne Brave back to his feet. A quick forearm pops Shayne and dazes him up, Scotty then landing a rare headbutt as he puts the badmouth on the relative newcomer for daring to give him the dreaded pee-pee tag. Wringing the arm, Static whips Shayne into the ropes and steps out of the way, allowing Jax to step in and ruthlessly clothesline Shayne down, with the removed length of wristtape! Writhing around with a hold of his throat goes Shayne, as The GPX high-five on a job well done. COLE Things slowing down a little here, which is dangerous news for D*LUX. When it's fast paced, that's the brawl, that's the fight. It's chaotic and anyone's game. Now it's slowed down, this is a case of The GPX picking them shots and having some fun. Sadistic fun, but fun nonetheless. Again Tyler tries to get into the ring to aid his partner, but he's again sent packing by Jax. Static meanwhile has the steel chair and stabs it down onto Shayne, aiming for the throat but thankfully narrowly just missing. He does get Shayne in the chest though, which is bad enough. "FUCK HIM UP SCO - TTY, FUCK HIM UP!" *clap clap* "FUCK HIM UP SCO - TTY, FUCK HIM UP!" *clap clap* COLE Scotty Static, ruthless with that chair. COACH And these people love it. I don't get it. Shayne rolls away to relative safety as The GPX allow him to drag himself up in the corner. Jax has removed the rest of the tape from his left hand now and stalks in after Shayne, clenching his bare knuckles with a wry smile. By the hair again, Jax exposes the jaw... ...but this time, he doesn't get chance to strike, before Tyler Bryant drags him from the ring... *CLANG!* ...and shoves him into the ringpost!! Distracted by his partner's plight, Static quickly rushes over to grab the steel chair across the ring. Wielding the weapon, Scotty then calls out to Tyler, who mistakenly turns around... *CRACK!* ...AND STATIC HURLS THE CHAIR RIGHT INTO HIS HEAD FROM THE RING!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE This has gone from a street fight to a soccer riot all of a sudden!! Down goes Tyler, the chair, rebounding off his skull and down the aisle, narrowly missing one of the OAOAST's intrepid camerman. Static seems pleased and puts a little bit of a badmouth down on Tyler. However, he doesn't notice Shayne Brave in the corner, as he pushes himself up onto the middle rope, encouraging Static back around. Up stands Shayne as Static turns...spotting his opponent's position and instinctively ducking his head. Unfortunately for him, Shayne has delayed the jump though and reads the move, instead going over top with a flying sunset flip... 1... 2... No! COLE The first pin attempt of the match, but not enough. To their feet come both men and in a flash, it breaks down again, as Shayne tackles Static to the canvas and throws frantic fists, Static trying to cover up and block the punches. Static is quickly able to turn the tables and mounts Shayne, slapping him around with some paintbrush strokes. That then turns into another attempt to gouge out the eyes, until Shayne tucks his knees and kicks Static away. Both men again come back to their feet and Static rolls underneath to evade a lunge from Shayne, rushing the ropes. Shayne does a quick 360 and runs headlong at Static, cutting the airborne GPXer out of the air with a Spear!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Wow, Static gets Speared out of mid-air. No way to absorb that blow or to protect his landing, he must be winded after that. COACH That's one of about three wrestling moves we've seen all match too. If you count a Spear as a wrestling move. Shayne leaves Static to roll around on the mat and leaves the ring, ignoring the hate-mob of Hooligan fans on the floor as best possible as he lifts up the ring apron and starts to hunt for some toys. Over stumbles Jax, but with the collision with the post still fresh on his body he's easily brushed aside and shoved into the guardrail. That buys Static time to crawl over and reach out through the ropes, grabbing Shayne by the hair... *CLANG!* ...and takes a garbage can lid upside the head!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Away rolls Static as Shayne tosses the weapon inside, going back underneath and looking for something else. That something else turns out to be the garbage can itself, tossing that over the top and into the ring before sliding back in, stalking after Static. It's "Showtime" Shayne's turn to get a little ruthless now as he begins to stomp a mudhole into Static's chest in the corner, softening him up before retrieving the garbage can again, placing it in Scotty's lap as he slumps groggily against the bottom turnbuckle. Instinctively, the nice guy babyface tries to ignite some babyface fire and get the crowd clapping, but that falls like a lead balloon in the arena, so Shayne is left to charge sans clapping... ...but Static moves, with the trash can, avoiding Shayne's attempt at a dropkick. Leg buckling off the bottom turnbuckle, Shayne takes a moment to untangle himself as he pulls himself up in the corner, turning to charge after Static again. Static is waiting though and with the trash can held by the handles, he swings it like a baseball bat... ...DUCKED! Shayne narrowly avoids getting his head knocked clear into the 8th row and lands a boot to the gut. Snatching the trash can back, Shayne then reels back, only to fake Static out and land another boot. He has other plans, dropping the can down as Tyler Bryant has just rolled back into the ring. And D*LUX waste little time in showing why they're such tag team specialists, Tyler hoisting Static up onto his shoulders with a fireman's carry and Shayne doubling up, bringing Static down with the Samoan Drop/Neckbreaker combo... *CRUNCH!* ...RIGHT THROUGH THE TRASH CAN!!!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Dayyum! COLE Make your own puns about trash compactors folks, I'm just gonna say Oh, MY, Rock Your Body! As Tyler clutches his shoulder, checking he hasn't sliced it open on the edges of the garbage can, it's left to Shayne to drag Static so his shoulders touch the mat, then make the cover... 1... 2... Broken up by Jax! As he clubs Shayne in the back, Jax pops back up to cut Tyler off, headbutting him deep in the gut. Shayne is then disposed off, tossed carelessly out of the ring by Jax who wants to capitalise on the wounded member of the HI-YAH Tag Team Champions. Grabbing Tyler, Jax lands with his taped right hand to the busted forehead. Another right hand sends Tyler stumbling back against the ropes, hung over the top and measured for a big knee. Jax then loads Tyler up, irish whipping him across the ring and waiting on his return with a quick lift under the armpits, pressing Tyler skywards and intercepting him on the way down, into an Elevated Sitout Powerbomb! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE A little power from the enforcer of The GPX and a wrestling move to boot! COACH Well, they're not just the toughest team going, they're one of the best in the ring too. Triple J declines the opportunity to attempt a pinfall, brushing Tyler away and rolling out of the ring. The destination is again under the ring and Jax wastes no time with the crowd as he grabs what he wants and hauls it into the open air. A ladder. "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh my! COACH Alright, time for a little old school GPX, fool! COLE The GPX, no strangers to ladders. And Johnny Jax went right for it you notice, maybe a little 'old school', seeing as that's what The GPX are claiming D*LUX are trying to be. The best description of Jade Rodez's expression would be 'worried' right now, as she watches Johnny Jax slide the steel ladder underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. Both her men are down and while Static is still convelessing in the corner after his trip through the garbage can, Jax is the man standing. "LA - DDERS RULE!" "LA - DDERS RULE!" "LA - DDERS RULE!" "LA - DDERS RULE!" COLE Yes they do. Propping the ladder up in a neutral corner, Jax retrieves Tyler Bryant and looks to set him up for a whip into the steel. Tyler wrenches his arm away and starts to put up a defence, punching away at Jax to try and keep him at bay, which doesn't work for long as Johnny lands a quick knee to the gut. The whip is reset and Jax gets it this time...but only to arm's length, before Tyler reverses. Jax skids to a halt before he collides with the ladder and turns back, cutting through Tyler with a hooking clothesline. JAX NOT GONNA HAPPEN, BITCH! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Jax pulls Tyler up again now and again he looks for the whip. This time Tyler does go hurtling towards the ladder...but he throws up a foot, stopping himself short as it rams into a rung. Jax tries to follow in but gets a back elbow. Tyler then adjust the ladder and places the top rung across the middle turnbuckle, leaving it still propped but at a different angle. A more friendly angle for climbing, as Tyler begins to walk the ladder, carefuly not to slip through the rungs as he heads for the top rope. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" But an overhand chop to the back stops him halfway up the ladder! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" Another back chop leaves Tyler aching now and in a precarious position, as Jax also climbs onto the ladder. COLE This does not look good. That ladder is propped in the corner, about 45 degrees and both Jax and Tyler are up there. No good can come of this. COACH Unless you're bloodthirsty. COLE So, most of these people then? COACH Bingo. Jax climbs the bottom few ladder rungs to get behind Tyler and lands a forearm over the back, leaving Tyler doubled over. Infact, he's virtually on all fours on the ladder now as Jax climbs past him. Reaching the top turnbuckle, Johnny transitions onto the ropes now and adjusts himself, so that he's standing on the top rope, hovering over Tyler. The boybander is trying to gain his footing, but can't do so in time... ...as Jax soars... ...AND LANDS A (LOW-KI) DOUBLE STOMP ACROSS THE BACK, CRUSHING TYLER ON THE LADDER!!!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE OH, HE SQUASHED HIM!! HE CRUSHED HIS LUNGS!! COACH That's just WRONG! The ladder buckles a little looks a little bent as Jax, having literally landed on Tyler rather than landing a glancing blow, jumps off of Tyler and back down to the canvas. Jade Rodez looks horrified on the entrance stage as he man is checked on by referee Nick Patrick, showing no dissernable signs of life. "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" Jax dismisses Tyler as done now and sees Shayne Brave trying to roll back in, dragging him into the centre of the ring and to his feet. A quick go behind into a full nelson is not contested by groggy Shayne. But once he feels it lock in he knows he has to block, dropping to his knees deadweight to prevent being lifted. His reward is a knee to the spine. A second knee then allows Jax to haul Shayne back up... ...but he slips free in mid-air, countering with a roll-up... 1... 2... Broken up by Static! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE We've seen The GPX go through some ridiculously tough battles, most recently with the Wildcards. We've seen the punishment they can take. And even after being driven through the trash can as he was, Scotty Static shows just what resiliancy he has. Static and Jax are able to club Shayne into some submissiveness and combine, throwing Shayne across the ring with a double irish whip. A boot to the gut from Jax sets him up for Static, who charges... ...stops... *CRACK!* "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" ...AND WAFFLES SHAYNE OVER THE BACK WITH THE CRUSHED REMAINS OF THE TRASH CAN!!! COLE And the wrestling, abruptly, ends there. The GPX are still passing up on the pin for now and instead, they seem to be enjoying taking some frustrations out on Shayne. After some gratuitous stomps, traffic is directed to pull Brave back up. As told Johnny lifts "Showtime" Shayne to his feet, Jax hooking him up for a side russian legsweep, as Static explodes off the ropes... *SMACK!* ...and NAILS Shayne with the Yakuza Kick, into the legsweep! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Finally, that seems to be enough for The GPX as Jax hooks the leg for the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE Well, finally The GPX attempt to win the match. I guess they feel they've proved enough of a point now, that all they need is the topper, which is the 'W' in the win-loss record. A little surprised at the kickout, Jax gives some directions to Scotty and quickly scurries across the ring. Retrieving the steel chair from across the ring, a smile emerges on Jax's face as Static 'helps' Shayne to his feet. He then 'helps' Shayne forward, pushing him into Jax's path... *CRACK!* ...and he gets WAYLAID, the top of the chair striking him right across the crown of the head!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COACH Man, what a shot that was! COLE That sounded like a gunshot. Which, ironically, wouldn't be that out of place in one of The GPX's street fights you would imagine. Shayne collapses in a heap and for a moment, The GPX aren't sure whether to end it or not. *CRACK!* A chairshot over the back of Tyler, still laid facedown on the propped ladder, seems to answer the question, as Jax says it's over and Scotty makes a rather merciful pin... 1... 2... 3- ...NOOO!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE And a little show of resiliance on D*LUX's part. The GPX has been pretty vocal about their thoughts on these two, but they've clearly been discrediting these two young kids, who do have a lot of guts and a lot of heart. COACH Heart isn't gonna protect you from a chairshot, Cole. COLE No, but it'll help you stay in a wrestling match such as this. With a look of acceptance, Jax seems to say 'fine, let's try this again' as he loads the chair up again. It's a glorified handicap match now with Tyler still prone on the ladder in the corner and in no condition to help, as Static again sets Shayne up. To his feet, the boybander is shoved forwards... ...but he grabs Static's wrist and pulls him forward, ducking his head... *CRACK!* ...AND CAUSING JAX TO CRACK THE CHAIR OVER STATIC'S HEAD!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH OH NO! COLE A miscue from The GPX! Down goes Static, as Shayne quickly takes advantage of Johnny Jackson's despair, kicking the chair from his hands and unloading with a series of forearms on The GPXer! When those begin not to work, Shayne then pushes Jax to arms length and hits a standing dropkick, Jax sent sprawling to the floor as Shayne stays on one knee to gather his bearings. COLE Shayne again showing a lot of heart, fighting off both members of The GPX, but he needs to try and capitalise and capitalise quickly. Without the crowd on his side, it's left to Shayne to motivate himself to drag himself back up to his feet. Jade is trying her best to make herself heard over the hostile crowd, but it's not working. Nevertheless Shayne is back up and his first reaction is to check on Tyler. Picking himself on the ladder, Tyler favours his ribs as he collapses to the mat, pointing Shayne in the direction of Static, who is back up as well. Turning on his heels, Shayne stuns Static with a boot. And with the ladder now departed, he grabs a handful of hair... *CRACK!* ...and throws Static in face-first. Static bounces away as Shayne now drops the ladder flat onto the canvas in the centre of the ring, ready for his next move. Once he can shake off the cobwebs that is. "STA - TIC!" "STA - TIC!" "STA - TIC!" "STA - TIC!" Shayne pulls Static to his feet, the 188 pounder looking a little out of his element as he fires off some right hands. Static is still dazed from the chairshot though and can't find a way to fight back, ending up beaten down by the punches until he's on one knee. Back up he comes, into a front facelock as Shayne turns the tables around and sets for a suplex onto the ladder...BLOCK! Static hooks his foot inside, blocking the lift. Shayne tries again...but again, same result, no suplex. Now Static begins to fire off some shots to the ribs to weaken Shayne up, then lifts in his own right, taking Shayne up...and over, onto his feet, Shayne landing safely behind. Static stumbles around and by now, Tyler has managed to drag himself over. A double knee to the gut sets Scotty up, D*LUX hoisting him up and bringing him down across the knees with their patented double gutbuster! COLE The Cowell Movement! Away falls Tyler, his ribs still hurting, leaving Shayne to cradle Static over with an Oklahoma roll... 1... 2... NO! COLE All four men showing clear signs of fatigue now. This one has taken it's toll and it's going to be gutcheck time and a matter of who wants it more. Clambering up in the corner, Shayne rallies again as he exits the ring, looking to head to the top rope. Unfortunately, he delays just as he gets halfway through the ropes, allowing Static a window back into the match to bundle Shayne off the apron and to the floor. Static now scrambles over and brings Tyler back up, fancying his chances better with the bleeding and beaten boybander. A knee to the gut sets him up for an irish whip, Static positioning himself between Tyler and the stationary ladder... ...but Tyler comes back with a Yakuz... ...NO! Static brushes it aside, wrapping on a waistlock. A standing switch by Tyler puts him behind Static though, managing not to trip over the ladder as he picks Static up for a back suplex... *CRACK!* ...RIGHT DOWN ACROSS THE LADDER!!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE Scotty Static's turn to feel just how hard that ladder is... COACH ...and he might be able to feel it again. Up as quickly as his aching ribs will allow, Tyler certainly isn't done yet. Stepping out to the apron beside Static, the weakened Tyler grabbing the top rope and taking a couple of deep breathes, knowing full-well he's going to sacrifice himself as he slingshots in... ...WITH A HÍLO, RIGHT DOWN ON STATIC, CRUSHING HIM AGAINST THE LADDER AGAIN!!!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Tyler ends up rolling away holding his ribs just as Static does, meaning he can't get the pinfall to follow up. And it also means that both men in the ring are down, Shayne is down on the floor and Johnny Jax... ...is pulling a TABLE out from underneath the ring!! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh boy. COACH Things have just stepped up another notch Mikey boy. Pulling the legs from under the table, Jax sets it up on the outside of the ring near to the apron. A nod and a smile to the crowd nearby tells them that Johnny's got some evil intentions. "TABLE!" "TABLE!" "TABLE!" "TABLE!" COLE And a chant for the table. COACH I thought we'd been to Orlando already. Back in rolls Jax and Shayne is just now entering the ring, giving Jax a target as he charges with a boot. With Shayne down, Jax now has free reign of the ring and decides to take the chance to rummage into his jeans pocket. And what he pulls out is a bit of a surprise, especially to referee Nick Patrick, as in Jax's hand is a hammer! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" COLE Well, no wonder we didn't have a bell to start the match! Jax grabbed the hammer from the timekeeper's table...don't tell me he's gonna use that on D*LUX! COACH What else would he do? COLE ...valid point. Patrick tries to reason with Jax, but the Hooligan just brushes the authority aside and with the tiny hammer wielded, he charges at Shayne...who reacts quickly, stunning Johnny with a quick inverted atomic drop! The hammer goes flying as Shayne holds Jax in place, waiting for Tyler to appear into view and complete the Opposites Attract. Tyler is still down though, allowing Jax to elbow his way out of Shayne's grasp, reaching down and deadlifting him from the canvas, up with a gutwrench and DOWN with a Powerbomb! 1... 2... TYLER WITH THE SAVE! COLE Belatedly or not, Tyler makes it just about on time to save his partner on that occassion! Jax rolls to his feet and pretty soon, we're back to the street fight part of this street fight as he and Tyler start to exchange right hands in the centre of the ring. Over comes Shayne to help out, but he takes an elbow square in the jaw from Jax! Confused as to what happened, Jax then turns around and pays for it, as Tyler lunges and lands the Phantom Neckbreaker! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Finally getting a little encouragement from her team, Jade cheers away from the rampway, as Tyler rolls Jax into the cover... 1... 2... ONLY TWO!! "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" "G - P - X!" Clutching his ribs, Tyler brings Jax up with him to his feet and shoots him off the ropes with a notedly laborious irish whip. Jax is therefore easily able to grab the ropes, stopping himself from bouncing back. Quickly Tyler follows in, but he takes a boot, setting him up for a suplex. COLE Oh no...that table out there on the floor, Jax is looking to put Tyler right through it... ...but that won't happen, as Tyler fights his way out and counters with a quick DDT! As Jax jars into the canvas, Shayne and Static have bundled out to the floor in the background, leaving just two men in the ring. Soon that becomes just one, as Tyler now steps out to the apron, just now noticing the table positioned at ringside and ready to use it. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE This crowd, really getting on Ty...hey...HEY, WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!! COACH What!? The booing isn't for Tyler this time. It's infact for Jade Rodez, or rather the fact she's now lying KOed on the stage with MEGAN SKYE standing over her. Noticing this, Tyler is quickly distracted and turns to what's happening, pointing the incident out to Nick Patrick. All this distraction, taking Tyler's eye off the ball... ...as an arm strikes him right IN the balls. The arm of LANDON MADDIX!? "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Wha...WHAT THE HELL!? THE 24/7 CHAMPION, FROM THE OUTSIDE!! WHERE DID HE COME FROM!? Tyler collapses on the ring apron as Maddix now scampers around the ring, retrieving the hammer from the ring and tossing it over to the timekeeper's table on his way past, back through the crowd. The smirk on Landon's face can be seen a mile away as he uses the extra security to help escort him safely past the fans, who aren't sure whether to cheer Landon for bi-laterally helping their hometown boy or boo him because, well, because he's a dick. Even as he's going through the crowd, Landon keeps his eye on the ring as Jax is now pulling himself up, looking a little confused as he sees Tyler bent double on the apron, but shaking it off and putting it down to his bad ribs. COLE I...I don't get this at all. What business does Landon have out here, with D*LUX of all people. And now, Johnny Jax...I don't think Jax knows what happened. COACH Of course he didn't! You think he'd take assistance from some SWF scumbag after what he's been through this year? COLE Well, did Landon do it to help Jax or...well, I guess it doesn't matter now. The damage has been done and now, Tyler is in trouble. As Landon heads off into the distance, Jax is back to business, as he drags Tyler up. Stepping out onto the apron with the boybander, Jax then stoops low and hoists Tyler up into a fireman's carry position, careful not to lose his footing as he turns towards the table. The crowd have woken from their Landon enduced confusion now and cheer Jax on, as he flips Tyler over, sitting out... *CRAAAASSHHH!!* ...AND PUTS HIM THROUGH THE TABLE, OFF THE APRON, WITH THE JAM SESSION!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE OH, MY!! Having gone through the table BUTT first, Jax can do little more than put his hands on Tyler's chest to simulate the cover. But that's all he really needs to do, Patrick rolling from the ring to count... 1... 2... 3!!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" *DINGDINGDING!* A little subdued, maybe, but the fans react with cheers as the bell sounds and "Make Her Say" strikes up again. Before Scotty Static has any time to celebrate though, he rolls into the ring and notices Landon leaving through the crowd, pointing a finger in his direction despite not knowing what happened. BUFFER Your winners of the match... THE GLOBAL... PARTY... EEEEXXXCCHHAAANNGGEEEE!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Jax pulls himself up on the outside, his hand raised in victory...and he too notices Landon now. But by now, it's too late to ask any questions. COLE The GPX pick up the win in the Hooligan Street Fight...but with Landon Maddix's help. And you can bet that's not how they wanted this to go down. Controversy reigns here on HeldDOWN~! as we're going to have to go to a break. UP NEXT: US vs. Canada, match TWOOOOOOO and the Drek Stone/Tha Puerto Rican contract signing for World Without End! Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted September 8, 2006 Tom Sawyer hits and Ken Pantera makes his way to the ring, led out by Rick Heyross. COLE And here comes Ken Pantera, looking to even up the score against Charlie Moss! His partner, Felix Strutter, falling to Quentin Benjamin earlier tonight! BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, accompanied by his manager, Rick Heyross...from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, weighing in at 268 pounds...KENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNTERAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! COACH Pantera with a heart-wrenching story earlier tonight, too. It warms my heart to see him getting his big break! Ranks right up there with Rudy! COLE Well, I won't go that far, but Ken Pantera has gone through a lot to have this moment! Pantera stretches in the corner, as Punishment by BIOHAZARD hits and Charlie Moss is greeted with a big pop. BUFFER His opponent...hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota, and weighing in at 250 pounds...CHARLIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! Moss slides into the ring, and is immediately jumped by Pantera! *DING DING DING* COLE Here we go! Pantera hammers away on Moss in the corner, then brings him out and delivers a gutwrench suplex! Pantera then backs into the ropes and goes for an elbowdrop, but Moss rolls out of the way! COLE Well, Pantera gained the advantage with the sneak attack before the bell, but it didn't last long! Moss backs into the ropes, and floors Pantera with a clothesline! He then measures Pantera as he gets to his feet, and hits him with a dropkick! Pantera rolls out to the floor, and smacks the apron with both hands. Heyross gives him words of encouragement, and Pantera rolls back in. Pantera and Moss circle the ring, and go in for a tieup, but Moss changes direction and takes down Pantera with a drop toe-hold. He then spins around on the back of Pantera, before standing up in front of him, to cheers. COLE Pantera is not going to win a wrestling match against Charlie Moss! Pantera looks up at Moss, then stands up and backs off. They circle the ring once again, and again Moss goes behind, then takes Pantera down to the mat, keeping the rear waistlock. Moss rolls over and bridges into a pinning combination... 1... 2... Pantera rolls over to the other side. Moss rolls back the other way, and gets the pinning combination again... 1... 2... Pantera rolls over again, and this time grabs the ropes, causing the referee to break. Pantera kneels on one knee, staring down Moss, then goes for another tieup. This time, Pantera drives a knee into the midsection of Moss, then whips him across the ring. Moss ducks a clothesline, and catches him with a flying bodypress! 1... 2... Kickout! Pantera hops up and charges, but Moss catches him with an armdrag, then bars the arm. After cranking on it briefly, he switches to a reverse half nelson, forcing Pantera to the mat... 1... 2... Shoulder up! COACH No way he can hold Ken Pantera down like this! Moss bars the arm once again, and Pantera backs him into the ropes. Pantera whips him across, but Moss catches him coming back with a flying elbow! Pantera goes to the outside once again, but quickly rolls back in. Pantera then challenges Moss to a test of strength, and Moss accepts. COACH Not smart on the part of Charlie Moss right here! Moss locks one hand, but Pantera gives him a foot to the gut. He then hammers him the rest of the way to the mat, and flexes, drawing boos. COLE And Ken Pantera hearing it from the crowd here in Atlanta! Pantera whips Moss into the ropes, and Moss ducks a clothesline and attempts a crucifix! However, Pantera is able to block, and drops back for a samoan drop! COACH Nice counter there by Pantera! Pantera slowly gets to his feet, and drops a big knee to the sternum! He then backs into the ropes, and drops an elbow, then covers... 1... 2... Kickout! Pantera backs Moss into a corner, and hammers away with rights to the midsection, then brings him out and lifts him in a PRESS SLAM~!, slamming himdown to the mat! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Pantera delivers big forearm blows to the back, then waits on Moss to get up, and throws a right hand...which is returned by Moss! Pantera and Moss begin trading fists. COLE And Charlie Moss fighting back! Pantera gets the better of the exchange, however, and delivers a trapped-arm BELLY-TO-BELLY! COLE And a great move by Ken Pantera right there! Pantera then opts to go for another kneedrop, but this time, Moss rolls out of the way! Moss gets to his feet, and hops to the second rope, then waits for Pantera to get to his feet, and drillls him with an elbow, right between the eyes! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Moss picks up Pantera, but Pantera reverses the Irish whip attempt. Pantera ducks, and Moss attempts a piledriver! COLE Could be a piledriver right here! Pantera blocks, and backdrops him over, then Moss hangs on as he goes to the mat. He pulls and pulls, then Pantera kneels down on it and flexes... 1... 2... ...but Moss reverses! 1... 2... Kickout! Pantera rolls into a corner, and Moss charges, but Pantera gets a foot up! COACH And just like that, Pantera able to stop the momentum! Pantera picks up Moss, and delivers an over-the-shoulder backbreaker! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Moss gets a shoulder up! Pantera then picks up Moss, and applies a bearhug! COLE Bearhug cinched in by Ken Pantera! Moss swings his arms around, but Pantera squeezes, and Moss fades fast. The crowd tries to get him back in it with the chant: U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! The referee checks Moss's arm... ONE!!! TWO!!! Moss holds through on the third lift! Moss brings his arms across the sides of Pantera's head! Then does it a second time! And a third! COLE And Moss escapes the hold! However, Pantera immediately recovers, and delivers a foot to the gut. He then picks him up in a suplex, but Moss slips behind the back, and delivers a SUPERKICK~! COACH What a kick! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Pantera gets a shoulder up! Moss picks up Pantera, and delivers a belly-to-belly! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Shoulder up once again! Moss then waits on Pantera to get up, and delivers the STO BACKBREAKER~!, then grabs his legs... COLE Could be the MOSSY KNOLL~!!! However, as he starts to cross the legs, Pantera is able to turn over and send Moss across the ring! COACH NO! Pantera blocked it! Heyross jumps up on the apron, as Moss executes a sitout Blue Thunder bomb! COLE Moss with a pin, but there's no referee! Moss makes his way over to Heyross, grabbing him by the jacket as the crowd goes crazy. Pantera gathers himself, then goes after Moss, but Moss sees it coming, and delivers a kick to the midsection, then a European uppercut, sending Pantera stumbling into a corner. The referee then gets Heyross off the apron, as Moss charges Pantera, who catches him, then leans back in a STUN GUN and drops his face on the unexposed buckle! COLE And that was the buckle that was undone by Felix Strutter earlier! How was that not put back on? Pantera picks up Moss, and hooks in the FULL NELSON~!!! He guides Moss down to his knees, as the referee comes back around. COLE And the full nelson applied by Ken Pantera! The referee lifts Moss's arm as the crowd is booing... ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! *DING DING DING* COLE And Charlie Moss out of it, Ken Pantera is the winner! BUFFER The winner of the match, by submission...KENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNTERAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! COLE So, in very controversial fashion, Ken Pantera has evened the score at one apiece, and later tonight, Alfdogg meets Brock Ausstin one-on-one to determine which man chooses the stipulation for their World Without End matchup! We have to take a quick break, but stay tuned. Mini-Commercial break We come back from commercial – HEAD ON! APPLY DIRECTLY TO FOREHEAD! – to find the ringside area looking downright elegant. Instead of a sweat-splattered ring mat, an extravagant red carpet has taken its place in the ring. Instead of two guys battling it out in the center, hurling literary punches and giving fictitious bodyslams, there is a mahogany desk with vast amounts of paperwork. And instead of a referee wearing a black-and-white striped shirt that went out of style decades ago, there is only Michael Buffer standing at attention with a microphone. MICHAEL BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, we are going to have the OFFICIAL contract signing for the OAOAST Heavyweight Championship match at World Without End! “YEAAAHHHHHBOOOOOOOYEAHHHHHHHHBOOOOOOOOOO!!” The crowd is split right down the middle. Well, actually, in thirds. Some cheering for Drek Stone. Some cheering for Puerto Rican Lightning. And some refusing to cheer for either of them, simply booing the concept of the two men even going against each other at the Pay-Per-View. COACH Oh, all these contract signings end the same. COLE Surely you jest. COACH Oh, sure. Come on, Cole. Either Drek Stone is going to go through that table or he’s going to sign his contract with PRL’s blood. Those are the only two ways these contract signings ever end in the wrestling world. Nothing more. Nothing less. COLE I….well…..hmm. Well, maybe. BUFFER First, let me introduce the current Heavyweight Champion of the OAOAST. On Sunday October 1st, he will be marching into war at World Without End to do battle with Puerto Rican Lightning over the cherished golden championship around his waist. Please welcome DRRRRRRRRRREEEEK STOOOOOOONNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!! Woke Up This Morning Got Yourself A Gun Mama Always Said You’d Be The Chosen One The crowd breaks out in a huge mixed frenzy of cheers and jeers as Drek Stone steps out through the curtains looking all business tonight. With the Heavyweight Title unsurprisingly strapped around his waist, looking as if it was proudly polished only a few minutes ago, Drek saunters down to ringside with an agitated sneer on his face. Not wanting to waste any time, he simply climbs the ring steps and slips through the ropes. COLE And it’s obvious that Drek Stone is still in a foul mood over what happened last week. COACH Of course he is. Puerto Rican Lightning managed to screw Hoff before Drek could screw PRL. I like both men, but the facts are the facts. PRL out-manuevered Drek Stone last week, and Drek is not the type of man to take being out-manuevered likely. As red, white, and green fireworks erupt from the four corners of the ring, Drek ignores the spectacular light show going on around him and simply sits on the sturdy, hardwood desk. COACH Will Drek be going through that table tonight?! It’s possible. Either that or he’s going to fill his pen with PRL’s blood. What will it be, folks?! One or two?! One…or….two?! COLE Two! COACH I say one! COLE The excitement! Once Drek Stone’s music starts to quiet down, Michael Buffer picks the microphone up to make his second introduction. BUFFER And his challenger for World Without End…. Suddenly Drek rudely snatches the microphone away from Michael Buffer and spits at the feet of the established ring announcer. DREK Your job is done for tonight, Buffer. Hey Lightning, get your Puerto Rican ass out here now! The lights go down, casting the arena in a shadow of mystery, as a massive Puerto Rican flag appears on the AngleTron. But Drek isn’t going to allow any of it. DREK NO! NO! CUT THE MUSIC! In big white letters, the words “THE CHAMP IS HERE” appear on the AngleTron with PRL screaming them in sync. DREK CUT THE MUSIC! A lightning bolt suddenly strikes the stage and the first few chords of “Know Your Role ‘99” starts blasting through the loudspeakers loud enough for the entire city of Atlanta to hear. DREK STOP THE MUSIC RIGHT NOW OR I’LL WALK! I’m not going to SIT HERE and listen to this! Puerto Rican Lightning steps to the top of the ramp with an amused smirk on his face as Drek throws a fit in the ring. DREK If that music isn’t stopped in the next five seconds, I’ll drop this belt right here in the ring without a moment’s hesitation, march to the sound booth, and break every single skull in that trailer. TRY ME! CUT THE MUSIC! KILL IT! ….five….. ….four…. ….three…. …and, much to his chagrin, Puerto Rican Lightning’s music starts to quiet down…. …two… …and now it’s off. Now it’s PRL who’s looking rather incensed over Drek Stone abruptly ending his triumphant walk to the ring. But still, Drek isn’t pleased. DREK I ain’t going for this victory stuff. Lightning, you wouldn’t let me have my moment last week so I’ll be DAMNED if you’re going to celebrate tonight. Just get in the ring so we can do this. PRL quickly nods his head and runs down the ramp, sliding into the ring and rising back up to his feet. In only a matter of seconds, he is now nose-to-nose with the respected Heavyweight Champion. PRL What’s the matter, Drek? You in a bad mood tonight? DREK …sign the contract. PRL Somebody steal your cannoli? Swipe your soccer ball? You upset the Sopranos aren’t going to be on for another couple of months? Is that it, buddy? Gritting his teeth, Drek only repeats what he said before. DREK ….sign….the….contract. PRL Oh, I got it. You’re just angry – you’re STILL BITTER – over the fact that I beat you at your own game last week. You thought you had it figured out by sending Hoff after me. Well, I sent a message to him. And I sent a message to you! And now you’re slowly resigning yourself to the fact that you have slightly less than a month left with that title before you and I are locked eye-to-eye in the middle of the ring at World Without End for the piece of gold around your waist. So that’s it, isn’t it? DREK You think you got it ALL figured out, don’t you? PRL Well then, what is it, Drek? Why was it so important tonight to stop my music tonight? To come out here with this angry scowl on your face? You trying to cut me down? You trying to make me look like a joke? DREK I don’t need to do anything to help out with that. PRL Oh yeah? Well, I think I got your figured out, Stone. I think that’s exactly what you’re trying to do. But you’re starting to scare yourself, see? Because, for all the jabs about my nationality you’ve been giving me….for the times you cut my music before I get down to the ring….for all the little immature things you try to do to me….it’s still not working. You see that I’m still just as dangerous, if not more dangerous, than I was last week. And that’s worrying the hell out of you. Because, you start to realize, if I could beat Hoff in seven minutes – what can I do to you? Although he hasn’t said a word to fight back against these comments yet, Drek’s eyes are flashing with rage as PRL continues to dress him down in a manner very few have. PRL So, yeah, let’s get this contract signing over and done with. I don’t want to waste my time with this just like you don’t want to waste your time with it either. So here, Drek…. Puerto Rican Lightning immediately picks up the black ballpoint pen, flips the contract over to the last page, and starts signing without reading a word. “PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING” PRL There’s my signature. I’ll see you at World Without End. PRL turns to step back through the ropes and walks away – but is stopped by Drek Stone firmly grasping his elbow and forcing him to stay. DREK Wait just a second there, pal. PRL furiously yanks his elbow away from the champion. DREK Like I was saying before – you think you got me figured out, huh? I’m not scared of you for finding a way to outthink me last week. In fact, I salute you for it! I came out here last week and insinuated that you were losing your touch. That you weren’t quite the man you once were. You couldn’t break the rules like you once did, couldn’t back up your mouth like you once could, and could never win the big one like you promised you would for years. And with one match last week, you proved me all wrong. So you know what, I’m clapping for you. Here. Drek drops the microphone to his feet and quickly begins clapping. With a suspicious glance, PRL stares at the champ as he picks his microphone back up. DREK There you go. Congratulations. But see, what I’m sure you realize about me by now is that I’m not the type of man that likes losing. I don’t take it lightly which is why I try to very rarely do it. And last week, I’ll admit it, I lost. I was supposed to make sure my man Hoff came out with the win and I couldn’t do it. You beat me and, once again, I congratulate for it. But you see, that’s where the props end. Because now your head is starting to get big. You’re starting to get an overinflated ego that I desperately need to pop before it floats away from this earth like a helium balloon. PRL cracks his neck, almost as if to dare the champion to bring it on, but Drek ignores him. DREK Lightning, you can brag all you want, but let’s face the facts here. Exactly what have you accomplished here in the OAOAST? You’ve been in this federation for more than three years. You’ve seen it transform from that quirky little federation with the humor that brought out “lols” from all into the colossal powerhouse it is today.Very few wrestlers today have been around quite as long as you. I mean, you are a TRUE veteran – and exactly what do you have to show for it? You don’t have any Heavyweight Title wins. You don’t have any BattleBowl victories under your belt. The only PPV Main Events you’ve been in, you’ve failed miserably with loss after loss. The closest you have EVER gotten to success was a title that you had to CREATE yourself. You’ve been in ladder matches, steel cage matches, Elimination Chamber matches….you’ve fought against some of the biggest names the OAOAST has ever seen in The Mad Cappa, Panther, Axel…all of them. You’ve supposedly been in them all and fought them all. So let me ask you – why do you have nothing to show for it? Drek picks the contract up off the desk and holds it up to PRL’s face. DREK You think this is your salvation, don’t you? You think this contract is going to save you from that crushing feeling in the pit of your stomach that your entire career has been a failure. Because, we all know, if you don’t win the Heavyweight Title at some point in your career, your career never really meant much at all. You, I know exactly what you’re thinking. You try to paint the image that I’M scared when you’re the one who hears the seconds ticking away. I left for seven months – seven. Just took my ball and went home. I came back. Starred in a double Main Event at AngleMania only weeks after I decided to come back. And only four months later, I was on top again as the Heavyweight Champion in the Main Event of AngleSlam. And you? You’ve fought battles against John Brickston. And Thunderkid. Wars you feel you should be higher than by now. Oh sure, you had a match against Stephen Popick at November Reign, but that was more a personal issue than you actually earning it. It scares you, PRL, that at this point in your career – you’re running in place. I’m soaring to legendary heights and you’re still trapped in the mediocrity of your career. Well, Lightning…. Drek puts the contract on the table and lifts the pen to start signing it itself. DREK This contract isn’t going to save your career. It’s only going to speed up its dying process. He flips the contract over to its last page, puts the pen to the black line, scribbles for a second…. PRL Stop. But then stops. PRL You still think you’re better than me. You still think I’m not worthy enough to shine your boots. I came out here last week. Outclassed you. And still, you don’t respect me or what I’ve done. So let’s stop this signing right now. DREK Heh. Backing out? PRL No, not exactly. Because when I came out here, I had an idea. I wasn’t going to propose it, but you just convinced me. Drek, as much as we don’t like each other, our careers here haven’t been all that different. We’ve fought in the same matches, had wars for the same titles. In fact, we’ve even had nasty bloody battles with some of the same guys. One name in particular, I can’t help but remember. DREK ….oh yeah? PRL Oh sure. I’ve fought him so many times, I can’t even count them all. We have battled over my Puerto Rican Title over and over again. We fought in front of 93,000 fans at AngleMania III in what may be the highest point of my career. Meanwhile, you fought him almost immediately upon arriving into the OAOAST. You beat him to capture your first OAOAST championship you ever held and christened it the Italian Championship. The belt that I once previously held, mind you. And you two once had the damndest Hell-in-a-Cell I’ve ever seen. Me and you have both fought this guy until we couldn’t stand. DREK The Mad Cappa. PRL Exactly. He’s given the both of us a lot of trouble. But while we’ve both beaten him at one point or another, he’s had his fair share of wins over us too. So here’s my idea. We have a little contest. Just another one of those Can-you-top-this games like we had last week. For you, it could be a chance to show me that I’m not good enough to be in the same ring with you. For me, it’s another opportunity to humiliate you and send you careening off the cliff into insanity right before World Without End. So here we go. Tonight I go against The Mad Cappa. Next week, you fight him. If I beat him tonight, you simply have to beat my time when you go against Cappa next week. If I LOSE to him tonight, all you have to do is defeat Cappa next Thursday – it could take you fifteen hours to do so if you want – and you win the contest. DREK So what you’re proposing is a TriCappaThon. PRL Exactly! The TriCappaThon. Who can have the fastest time against The Mad Cappa? Just for kicks. And how about this…since you haven’t signed the contract yet, let’s make it a little more interesting. Whoever wins the TriCappaThon – they get to pick the stipulation for our match at World Without End. Just to spice it up even further. How about it? Drek ponders PRL’s offer for a second. Twirling the pen between his fingers, he stares down at the contract for a few moments, wondering if he should just sign the damn thing and get over it. But finally, he can’t resist, and he flings the pen aside. DREK Okay, this signing thing can wait. I’ll take you up on your offer. Now it just comes down to what type of match I’m going to pick. PRL Sure. Put it in my suggestion box and I promise to think about it when I win. DREK Heh…. Drek comes nose-to-nose with his opponent. DREK …cute. Without giving his opponent a second thought, Drek simply steps through the ropes and begins walking back up the ramp. Not wanting to give PRL the satisfaction of holding his attention, Drek even refuses to stare at the AngleTron as he strides back through the curtains. Meanwhile, PRL glances down at the contract with a slight grin on his face. COACH Aw, nobody went through the table. COLE And nobody signed the contract with the other guy’s blood. COACH …well, there’s always next time, I guess. On with the show. (Yeah, just assume the ring has magically been cleared. What can I say? I got powers.) Renegade hits and Reject makes his way to the ring, to big boos. COLE And Reject set to be in action, right now! Let's go to Michael Buffer! BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way down the aisle, hailing from New York City, weighing in at 235 pounds...RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREJECT!!!!! COACH Something that bothered me last week, Cole...Here Reject is, less than two months removed from nearly winning the World Heavyweight title, and not even on the card for AngleSlam! I talked to him earlier, and he's out to prove something! Reject gets ready in the ring, as Sweet Home Chicago hits and Jumbo makes his way to the ring. BUFFER And his opponent...from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 440 pounds...JUMMMMMMMMMBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Jumbo slaps hands with the fans on his way down the aisle, then slides in, and Reject attacks immediately! *DING DING DING* Reject hammers away with forearm uppercuts in the corner, but Jumbo shrugs them off, and swings Reject back around in the corner, hammering with lefts and rights to the side of the head! COLE And Jumbo turning things around in a hurry! Jumbo whips Reject across the ring, and follows him across with an AVALANCHE~! Jumbo then backs up, and does a little dance, to the cheers of the crowd, then delivers a second AVALANCHE~! Jumbo the points into the air! COLE And Reject unable to get out of the blocks here, this could be over in a hurry! COACH I can't believe this, Cole! Jumbo sets Reject on the top rope, then climbs up to the second rope after him...when suddenly, three black men wearing colored shirts and overalls jump from the crowd, then slide into the ring and attack Jumbo! COLE Who the hell are those guys? The referee calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* Two of the men, one wearing a yellow shirt, and one a green shirt, grab Jumbo, and fall back with a double back suplex! Jumbo is in the dead-center of the ring, but despite this, the man in the red shirt effortlessly delivers a SOMERSAULT LEGDROP~!!!, drawing oohs and aahs, then rolls right to his feet! COACH WOW! COLE What HANGTIME on that move, but who is he??? The yellow-shirted man goes to the top next, as the other men floor Jumbo with a DOUBLE BICYCLE KICK~! The yellow-shirted man then leaps high into the air, doing a FULL FLIP, then hitting a SWANTON BOMB~! COACH I don't know WHO they are, Cole, but these guys are AMAZING! COLE And what next? The green-shirted man awaits on top, as the other two men pick up Jumbo, and Reject tosses the referee from the ring, then hits the EULOGY~!!!!!11111 COLE EULOGY by Reject! The green-shirted man then leaps off the top, with a DOUBLE 450 SPLASH~!!! The crowd is stunned, as Renegade plays and Reject and the three mystery men celebrate in the ring. COLE Well, Reject doesn't pick up the win, but he stands tall after the match, not without the help of these three guys who came out of nowhere! WHO ARE THEY? UP NEXT: Brock vs. Alf! Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted September 8, 2006 Magnum Opus hits and Alfdogg makes his way out to the ring, to HUGE boos. COLE And hear comes Alfdogg to the boos of the crowd, if you can believe it! Let's go up to Michael Buffer! BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way down the aisle, accompanied by Rick Heyross! He weighs in at 240 pounds...former two-time Heavyweight champion of the WORLD...ALFDOGG!!!!! COLE I never thought I'd see this, Coach! Rick Heyross leading out Alfdogg to the ring! COACH You know, Cole, I don't understand why Alf is having to earn his right to choose the stipulation! He just came off a great run as the World champion, he's been dominant this year! COLE The rules clearly state that the Heartland champion owns the right to choose any stipulation for his title defenses! By the way, this is a non-title match, but it was Alf himself who imposed those rules when he first won the belt! Brock renounced those rights for World Without End to accept this challenge, but can get them back by winning this match. Alf rolls into the ring and poses on the buckles, while taunting the crowd, as Punishment by BIOHAZARD hits and Brock Ausstin gets a huge pop. COLE And here he comes right now! BUFFER His opponent...hailing from Victoria, Minnesota, and weighing in at 305 pounds...he is the reigning OAOAST Heartland champion...BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROCK AUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! COLE Brock became the two-time Heartland champion last week, regaining the belt from Otaku II in a brutal falls-count-anywhere match! The first time he won the belt, was against his opponent tonight, Alfdogg, back at Zero Hour! COACH But that was six months ago, Cole...these are two different men in the ring right now! Both these guys have changed, and the change is going to favor Alfdogg, I've got that feeling! Brock leaps on the apron and jerks back on the rope, as pyro shoots out of the corners on the side which he's standing. He then climbs in and stares down Alf across the ring, as he hands the belt to the referee. The referee calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* Brock goes into the corner to stretch, and Alf charges, but Brock moves out of the way, and traps Alf in the corner! COLE Alf fell right into that one, I think! That was set up nicely by Brock Ausstin! Brock hammers away with forearm shots, then sends Alf across the ring, and catches him coming back by lifting him high up in the air and letting him drop to the mat! COACH WHOA! COLE Alf sent HIGH in the air by Brock Ausstin! Brock delivers a kneelift, sending Alf back into the ropes, then runs into the ropes, comes back, and clotheslines Alf to the floor! Brock yells out to the crowd, which responds with huge cheers! COLE And Brock Ausstin on a roll early in this one! Alf gets up on the floor as Heyross talks over something with him. Alf takes a count on the floor, then climbs back into the ring. Alf raises his hand in the air for a test of strength. COLE What? COACH Oh, he's got to have a plan here! Surely he knows he can't win a test of strength! Alf locks his left hand with Brock's right...then thumbs Brock in the eye! COACH What'd I tell ya? Alf fires off some quick rights, then attempts an Irish whip. Brock reverses, however, and drills Alf with a clothesline! Alf gets up, and Brock catches him in a chokehold, lifting him up in the air! The referee counts to four, and Brock drops him to the mat. COLE And Brock using his strength to his full advantage early on! Brock grabs Alf by the hair as he attempts to slide out, then scoops him up and delivers a rib-breaker! He then stands back up and lifts him onto his shoulder, and delivers a powerslam! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Brock yells profanities at Alf, drawing cheers from those within earshot. He delivers kicks to Alf's midsection, sending him all around the ring, then picks him up and whips him to the ropes. He puts his head down, however, and Alf delivers a swinging neckbreaker! COLE Nice prescence of mind by Alf there, and nice execution of the neckbreaker! Alf then backs into a corner and waits for Brock to come around, before flooring him with a flying forearm! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Alf picks up Brock, and delivers a back suplex! He then climbs to the top rope, as Brock gets to his feet, and jumps off...but Brock simply sidesteps Alf, then when Alf turns around, pokes him right in the eyes! Alf rubs his eyes, and jumps to the outside and slams his hands on the mat. COLE And Brock frustrating Alf big-time now! Alf walks around the ring, jawing with fans, then grabs a steel chair and tosses it into the ring. The referee grabs it immediately, and Brock grabs a hold of it on the other end, as the referee tries to talk him out of it. Alf goes to the top once again behind Brock's back, but Brock turns around and catches him with a punch to the gut! COLE And Alf unable to succeed on two attempts now from the top rope! COACH He better get it going here, or this could be over very shortly! Brock hammers Alf in the corner, then starts ramming his head into the buckle! 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! 4!!! 5!!! 6!!! 7!!! 8!!! 9!!! 10!!! Alf staggers out of the corner, then Brock floors him with a clothesline! Alf rolls into the opposite corner, and Brock measures, then charges with a splash...but Alf moves, and Brock falls over the top and to the floor! COLE Oh, and Brock all the way to the outside right there! This is the break Alf needs! Brock tries to pull himself to his feet, but just as he's getting up, Rick Heyross gets a running start and shoves him into the ringpost! The referee jumps out IMMEDIATELY and begins arguing with him. COLE I think the referee saw that! After a brief argument, the referee points emphatically to the aisleway, motioning for Heyross to hit the showers! COACH WHAT? COLE Rick Heyross has been given the gate! Heyross is hysterical, as Alf argues briefly from in the ring, then spots Brock getting up, and hits him with a PLANCHA~! COLE Meanwhile, Alf keeping the heat on Brock, but Rick Heyross is out of here! Alf tosses Brock back into the ring, and plants him with a DDT! The referee slides in and counts... 1... 2... Brock gets a foot on the rope! Alf pulls Brock out, delivers a snap legdrop, and covers again... 1... 2... Kickout! Alf whips Brock into the ropes, and puts his head down, but Brock delivers a kick! Brock comes in for a clothesline, but Alf ducks, and hits a SUPERKICK~! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Alf gets to his feet, and slaps Brock around on the back of his head. COLE Oh, come on! Alf then picks up Brock, who counters him with a small package! 1... 2... NO! Alf kicks out! Alf quickly delivers a thrust to the throat! COACH And Alf right back on the offense! The referee admonishes Alf, who gets up and picks Brock up, delivering an OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY~! COLE And Alf getting those suplexes going! Alf waits on Brock, and delivers a T-BONE SUPLEX~! Cover... 1... 2... NO!!! Brock gets a shoulder up! Alf briefly complains about the count, then picks up Brock again, and attempts to scoop him onto his shoulders, but Brock slips behind the back, and grabs a rear waistlock. Alf quickly goes behind, and shoves Brock off, right into the referee! COACH Uh-oh... COLE And Brock colliding with the referee, and I think they hit heads! Alf catches Brock from behind, delivering a Blue Thunder bomb! Alf then goes to the top rope... COACH Alf looking to finish it off here! Alf gets his footing on the top rope, then leaps off, and hits the FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 Alf covers, but there's no referee! COLE No referee to count the fall for Alf! Alf makes a three-count himself, then gets up and goes towards the referee. COACH That's good enough! COLE No, it's not good enough! The referee has to count it! Alf shoves the referee around, then goes to the outside and grabs the chair again. COLE And Alf going after that steel chair, looking to get the duke here over Brock Ausstin! Alf gets set, and waits on Brock to get to his feet. Once he does, he raises the chair over his head, and brings it down...but Brock blocks, then throws the chair aside. He gives Alf a quick foot to the gut, then lifts him on his shoulders...for the F-STUNNER-5~!!!!!11111 COLE Brock with the F-STUNNER-5~! COACH Kick out, Alf! The referee crawls over and covers... 1... 2... 3!!! NO!!! Alf gets a shoulder up! COLE And Alf BARELY able to escape! Both men are still out of it on the mat, but Brock gets to his feet first, and stalks Alf into a corner. He sets Alf up, then charges, but Alf gets his feet up! Alf then climbs backwards up to the top rope, and goes for a HURRICANRANA~! However, Brock blocks, then tries to dump Alf, but Alf hangs on, and both men spill to the outside! COACH Wow, they hit hard, too! The referee starts his count... ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! Both men start to stir. FOUR!!! FIVE!!! Alf gets to his feet and starts hammering Brock. SIX!!! Both men start trading fists. SEVEN!!! EIGHT!!! Brock grabs Alf in a side headlock, and charges the ringpost. NINE!!! However, Alf shoves Brock off into the ringpost! TEN!!! The referee calls for the bell just as Alf rolls in! COACH Yes! Alf wins! COLE I don't think he made it back in! COACH He was in there when the bell rang! COLE Let's find out! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen...the referee has counted...BOTH MEN, out of the ring! This match is a DRAW! COACH WHAT??? COLE A double-countout! What happens now? Alf complains to the referee, as Brock gets to his feet on the outside. Cowboy hits, and Bill Watts walks out onto the stage. COLE Well, I guess Mr. Watts is going to answer my question! WATTS Well, it looks like the series has come to a tie. Fortunately, I had a backup plan in mind! *crowd cheers* WATTS Since you two couldn't come to a way to determine your match, then I'll take care of it myself. I have a very special match in mind...one that's only took place once in the history of wrestling! And I'm referring to a match that took place last year at AngleSlam, for that very title. *crowd cheers* COLE Uh-oh... WATTS That's right, last year at AngleSlam, Alfdogg fended off five other competitors in the Heartland Invitational Chamber of Hell! *crowd ROARS* WATTS It's been a long time coming, but guess what? It's coming back! *crowd ROARS again* WATTS At World Without End, the OAOAST will host the Heartland Invitational Chamber of Hell II!!! *crowd (caps can't properly emphasize the ovation)~!!!* COLE WHAT AN ANNOUNCEMENT by Bill Watts! WATTS And in that match, will be the Heartland champion, Brock Ausstin! *crowd cheers* WATTS ALFDOGG! *crowd boos* WATTS COLOMBIAN HEAT! *crowd cheers* WATTS REJECT! *crowd boos* WATTS GUNNER SHARPS! *crowd boos* WATTS And THUNDERKID! *crowd cheers* WATTS It all goes down at World Without End, October 1st, from San Antonio, in my home state of Texas! So let's hook 'em up! COLE Unbelievable announcement from Bill Watts, the 2nd Heartland Invitational Chamber of Hell, to take place at World Without End! We're so shocked by this announcement, we have to take a break and make more money from our sponsors! UP NEXT: Tha Puerto Rican vs. The Mad Cappa Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted September 8, 2006 (edited) COLE And ladies and gentlemen, we're back, and our Main Event is already underway! The Mad Cappa vs. Puerto Rican Lightning in the first match of the TriCappaThon! COACH Yep! Although it seems like somebody forgot to write the introduction. COLE Um... COACH Whoops. Tha Puerto Rican and The Mad Cappa engage in a slugfest in the middle of the ring. Back and forth they go as the crowd cheers on. COLE PRL and Cappa! Getting it on once again! The Mad Cappa gains the advantage, punching PRL in the face with right hands. Cappa goes to kick PR in the gut—BLOCKED! PRL turns Cappa around, and lifts him up, giving him an Atomic Drop! The Atomic Drop sends Cappa into the ropes. When he returns, PR grabs him and turns him around. CORPORATE NIGHTMARE! NO! Cappa escapes the finisher! Cappa clotheslines Tha Puerto Rican down! PRL gets up. Cappa clotheslines him down again! PRL gets up. Cappa clotheslines PRL down! PRL gets up AGAIN! Cappa punches him, and whips him into the ropes. PRL reverses—Cappa bounces off the ropes, Cappa grabs PR, and slams him down with the Fall From Grace! COLE Fall From Grace! The Mad Cappa is now in control! Cappa gets up, and grabs PRL, so that he can start stomping on him. PR tries to escape to the turnbuckle, but Cappa’s on him like syrup on pancakes. PRL rests on the turnbuckle…but he doesn’t rest for long as Cappa starts stomping a mudhole in him! COLE Cappa’s stomping a mudhole in PRL and walking it dry! Cappa plays to the crowd, who cheer loudly. Cappa picks Puerto Rican up. *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The Mad Cappa whips PRL into the opposite turnbuckle. PRL tries for a Flair Flip, but he doesn’t get all the way through. Instead, he falls back into the ring where Mad Cappa is waiting. Cappa kicks PRL in the gut, and places him a standing headscissors. COACH He could be going for the Cappabomb here! It looks as though Cappa is going to go for the Cappabomb, but Tha Corporate Champ lifts Cappa up and sends him over the top rope and onto the floor! COLE And PRL saving himself from the Cappabomb with that move! COACH And now Cappa’s on the floor, thriving in pain! Cappa lies on the outside. The crowd boos. PRL has a little trouble getting up, but manages to get to his feet. When Cappa gets to *his* feet, P.R.L. charges the ropes…and comes crashing down on Cappa with a Pescado! COLE And PRL follows that up with a Pescado! Cappa and PRL are now BOTH down! COACH What an action packed match we’ve seen so far! COLE Cappa’s down! PR’s down! We’ll return with more of our main event tonight on HeldDOWN~! COMMERCIAL We return to HeldDOWN~! with The Mad Cappa beating on PRL in the ropes. COLE Back on HeldDOWN~!, and during the break, Mad Cappa took control. Cappa switches between punches and kicks. He gives PRL and Irish whip into the ropes. Dropkick! Cappa heads to the top rope. He scans the crowd, and then jumps off the top rope, hitting PRL with a legdrop! He goes for the cover! 1… 2… KICK OUT! COLE Kick out from The Corporate Champ! The Mad One slaps the mat, but then picks PRL’s head up, and starts pounding on him. A few fans chant, “P.R.!” but are drowned out by “P.R. SUCKS!” Mad Cappa picks PRL up, and gives him the Final Cut! Cover! ONE! TWO! THRE—KICK OUT! Stephen Joseph Popick gets on the ring apron. This gets referee Earl Hebner’s attention. While this is going on, The Mad Cappa picks Tha Puerto Rican up. Cappa punches PRL in the face. He punches him again! And again! And again! Cappa spins around going for the IMPACT! But PRL DUCKS the elbow, and delivers a low blow on Cappa! COLE Oh! The referee didn’t see it! The Mad Cappa collapses onto the mat. Not coincidentally, Stephen Joseph finally gets off the ring apron. Earl Hebner returns to the match, not sure why The Mad Cappa is holding his balls. Meanwhile, “The Corporate Champion” begins doing the shaky leg kicks on The Mad Cappa. Puerto picks up The Mad Cappa. He does a wheelbarrow suplex on Cappa. P.R. does several fistdrops onto the forehead of The Mad Cappa. P.R. then bounces off the ropes, shakes his shoulders, dusts his right shoulder off, and then drops a fist onto Cappa’s forehead! The Five-Knuckle Shuffle! The crowd starts booing. Not because of PRL stealing John Cena’s move, but because the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion is making his way to ringside…and he’s got backup. COLE DREK STONE is here! COACH And he’s brought Hoff with him! “Reckless” Drek Stone is holding the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt over his right shoulder. He and Hoff are both wearing sunglasses, and are both staring at Tha Puerto Rican. The crowd’s boos get louder as Drek and Hoff come closer to the ring. COLE Drek wants to view this match up close. COACH The longer this match goes, the easier it’s going to be for Drek to beat Cappa! COLE Why? Because Drek is better than Tha Puerto Rican? COACH Right. He’ll beat Cappa in half the time it takes PRL! Tha Puerto Rican sees Drek at ringside, but he tries not to let it distract him. PR goes back to the shaky leg kicks. He picks Cappa up, and gives him a Russian Legsweep. Puerto Rican picks The Mad Cappa up. Puerto gives Cappa a vertical suplex. He rolls through, and gives Cappa another vertical suplex. PR rolls through again, and gives Cappa a third vertical suplex—NO! Cappa slides out, and pushes PRL into the ropes. He rolls PRL up! 1…2…KICK OUT! Cappa bounces off the ropes…right into a Gamengiri from Tha Puerto Rican! COLE Dodge THIS, BITCH~! PR stares at Drek, who offers him a smirk. Puerto Rican picks Cappa up, and whips him into the ropes—Cappa reverses. SLEEPERHOLD! But the Sleeperhold is not applied for long as PRL elbows Cappa in the gut, and shoves him into the ropes. SPINEBUSTER~!!! COLE Spinebuster! Hoff laughs at PRL’s Spinebuster. The Mad Cappa lies in the center of the ring. The crowd is getting hot, knowing what is coming up next. And yes, Tha Puerto Rican stands over The Mad Cappa…and kicks Cappa’s right hand over his chest. PR removes his right elbow pad, spits on it, and then throws it down onto Cappa’s face. PR does some weird hand signals, and then bounces off the ropes, leaps over Cappa, and then bounces off the opposite ropes. COLE It could be time! This crowd feels it! PRL stops to throw two middle fingers in Drek’s general direction. He then drops the IntenseZone Elbow on The Mad Cappa to a pop from the crowd! COLE The IntenseZone Elbow! The IntenseZone Elbow on The Mad Cappa! PRL rolls through, getting back on his feet so that he can taunt Drek Stone and Hoff. “The Corporate Champion” picks The Mad Cappa up. He sizes Cappa up, and then lays the smackdown on him with Rock-style punches to the temple. From out of nowhere, Cappa throws a punch! PR throws a punch! Back and forth! Back and forth! The two men engage in another slugfest! Cappa gains the advantage, but that’s stop with a knee to the mid-section. PR forearms Cappa in the back of the neck, and then gives him a bodyslam. The crowd starts buzzing again as Tha Puerto Rican exits the ring and climbs the top rope. PR pulls off his left elbow pad and throws it to the crowd. COLE It could be time for another PRL signature! PRL stands on the top rope and looks down at The Mad Cappa. He laughs at his archrival. CAPPA GETS RIGHT UP AND RUNS ONTO THE TURNBUCKLE GRABBING PRL AND GIVING HIM A TOP ROPE BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! COACH He was playing possum! Cappa was playing possum! The crowd goes wild! Both PR and Cappa lie on the mat. Drek and Hoff are both surprised, but happy with this turn of events. Earl Hebner begins his 10 count. 2… 3… 4… 5… Cappa starts moving. 6… PRL starts moving. 7… Cappa starts getting up. 8… PRL starts getting up. 9… Cappa gets to his feet. He walks over to PRL and punches him in the face several times. Cappa even headbutts PRL, knocking him down! Cappa whips PRL into the ropes just as he’s getting up. Cappa follows with a BAAAAAACK BODY DROP! Cappa stomps on PRL, and then grabs his legs. He looks at the crowd, and then punches PRL’s right leg! Cappa picks PRL up. Reverse DDT! TMC then exits the ring and climbs the top rope. COLE Oh my! Cappa’s gonna fly now! The crowd is cheering, really into the match right now. Cappa’s on the top rope, waiting for PRL to get up. PRL gets to one knee. Cappa eggs him on. PRL gets to a vertical base. Cappa flies off the top rope with a missile dropkick! COLE Cappa with a missile dropkick! The cover! 1! 2! 3! KICK OUT! THE MAD CAPPA DAMN IT! Cappa picks PRL up. And then brings him back down with the X-Factor! Cappa gets up and looks to the crowd. Cappa then hunches over, preparing to finish PRL off. COLE Cappa could be going for the BUST A CAP right about now! COACH If he hits this, then what does that mean for the TriCappaThon? COLE I guess Drek would automatically pick the stipulation then. COACH Then he better hope Cappa gets to hit the BUST A CAP right now! As Cappa stalks his prey, Popick gets on the ring apron once again. Earl Hebner sees this and goes over to get Popick off the apron. As Popick argues with Earl Hebner, he throws the briefcase into the ring! COACH Hey ref! Did you just see that? Come on! Drek and Hoff do, and they do something about it by going over to where Popick is and pulling him off the ring apron! COLE Drek’s stopping Popick from doing anymore interfering! The crowd actually cheers Drek Stone for that move. Popick is, obviously, not amused by this, and argues with the OAOAST World Champion and his friend, saying such things as “You’ve got my belt!”, “Puerto’s gonna kick your ass!”, and “Yo momma’s so fat, when she wears a red shirt, people walking down the street say, ‘Hey Kool-Aid!’” COLE Stephen Joseph is getting into it with Drek Stone and Hoff! COACH Stephen Joseph doesn’t have much a brain now does he? The three men who have held the OAOAST World Championship get into a heated argument on the outside. Cappa has stopped stalking PRL, and turned his attention to the heels outside the ring. This gives PRL the perfect opportunity to crawl over and grab his briefcase. He grabs the briefcase, and then uses the ring ropes to get up. COACH Cappa! Look behind you! BEHIND YOU! Hoff and “Reckless” Drek Stone and Stephen Joseph Popick are still arguing on the outside with referee Earl Hebner trying to break it up. The Mad Cappa is looking at the argument on the outside. “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican has his briefcase, and he’s ready to strike. The crowd is buzzing in anticipation, sensing a screwjob in the making. COLE The Mad Cappa could be in big trouble right now! The Mad Cappa turns around… And gets BLASTED with the briefcase! The Mad Cappa is down! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO – YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” Tha Puerto Rican throws the briefcase out of the ring. Cappa’s lying in the center of the ring, so PRL doesn’t hesitate to get on top of him for the cover, hooking Cappa’s right leg just to make sure. Drek, Hoff, and Popick haven’t seen anything of this as they’re still arguing. COLE Cappa’s down and out! He’s out cold! COACH That briefcase just knocked him into next week! PRL calls the ref’s attention by slapping the mat. Earl Hebner finally notices PRL covering The Mad Cappa, so he rushes over onto his knees to make the count leaving Hoff, Drek, and SJP to continue arguing. 1… 2… 2 ½ 2.9999999999999999999999999999999 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* The crowd reacts to the pinfall with a mixture of boos and cheers. PR lets out a “YES!” and pumps his fists as “Know Your Role ‘99” starts playing. Hoff, Drek, and Popick stop fighting when they hear the bell ring. BUFFER Here is your winner at the time of eight minutes and twenty-two seconds…”The Corporate Champion” THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICCCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! Referee Earl Hebner raises Tha Puerto Rican’s hands in victory. Popick smiles and applauds PRL. Cappa holds his head in pain. Drek and Hoff look at each other, shocked that it didn’t take forever for PRL to beat Cappa. COLE PRL has beaten The Mad Cappa in 8:22. Now, next week, Drek Stone must beat The Mad Cappa in a time LESS THAN 8:22, if he wants to pick the stipulation for the World Title match at World Without End! COACH And you just KNOW that Drek Stone is going to do it! He’ll probably win the match in 4:11 because he can! PRL raises his hands in victory and taunts the crowd. He heads to a second turnbuckle and raises his right fist in the air a’la The Rock as “Know Your Role ‘99” continues playing. COLE Another match is in the books in the storied rivalry between Tha Puerto Rican and The Mad Cappa, and in this chapter of this classic feud, Tha Puerto Rican came out on top, taking the lead over Cappa 3-2! COACH Cappa can’t be pleased about this. He comes back to the OAOAST, faces his arch-nemesis, and loses to him. And now next week, he’s gotta face someone he ALSO despises, Drek Stone! COLE And if Drek Stone can beat Cappa in less than 8:22, then he gets to decide the stipulation for his match against Tha Puerto Rican on October 1st at World Without End for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title! COACH What match do you think Drek will choose? A Sicilian Deathmatch? A C4 Exploding Tables Match? A Firecracker Inside Your Anus Match? COLE WHAT? And wait till next week before you start throwing out stipulations for Drek to choose. COACH Why wait until then? Drek’s gonna win, so I might as well start now. Hmmm, how about a Hoff-On-A-Pole Match? A Blindfold, Barbed Wire, Chain Match? A 1,000,000 Thumbtacks Scaffold Match? The possibilities are endless for Drek! PRL gets off the second turnbuckle and raises his hands in the air. As he does this, Drek Stone enters the ring, applauding Tha Puerto Rican. COLE Uh-oh. Here comes trouble. PRL turns around and notices Drek. PRL stands in a fighting stance, but Drek is just clapping, holding the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title over his right shoulder. He mouths, “Not bad. Not bad.” to PRL, getting closer and closer to him. COACH Hit him, Drek! Knock his lights out! PRL taunts Drek, and Drek responds. The two men get into a yelling contest in the middle of the ring as “Know Your Role ‘99” continues playing. COLE PRL and Drek exchanging words four weeks away from World Without End! Drek Stone raises the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt in the air. P.R. grabs a hold of the belt, causing the crowd to cheer. Drek tries to pull away, but Puerto Rican won’t let go. Drek and PRL yell at each other, while refusing to let go of the World Title belt! COLE PRL wants that belt more than anything in the world! Will he get what he wants on October 1st? Or will the Drek Stone reign continue? Fans, tune in next week, as Drek Stone fights The Mad Cappa in the second match of the TriCappaThon as we continue the countdown to World Without End! For Da Coach, I’m Michael Cole, saying good night from Atlanta! “The Corporate Champion” Tha Puerto Rican and “Reckless” Drek Stone stand in the center of the ring, each man holding the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt in the air, PR with his left hand, Drek with his right. Both men stare at each other angrily, PRL with the McMahon SNEER~! etched on his face. It’s the perfect image to end a video package with, and it’s the last thing we see on this week’s HeldDOWN~! as the credits roll and we… FADE TO BLACK Edited September 8, 2006 by NY Untouchable Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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