Tony149 0 Report post Posted September 8, 2006 (edited) There will be a backstage segment to follow. Will be posted when finished. COLE We're about set to go. First I'd like to introduce our special guest commentator for the next bout, the Executive Producer of SMN Productions Mackenzie DeCenzo. Mackie, welcome to the broadcast. MACKIE Your pleasure. And it's Mackenzie. Mackie is reserved for dear friends such as Johnathan. I must say, it's quite a thrill to finally work with TV's sexiest black man. COACH Oh, please, Mackie. It's our honor to have you here at Sofa Central. By the way, I had a blast at the party you and the Beverly Hills Blonds threw for Teddy the weekend after his return to the ring. Thank you for introducing me to Halle Berry. The girl just wouldn't keep her hands off me. You should've seen the look of disappoint on her face when I told her she was just a fantasy because I already have a special baby girl. COLE In you mind. Anyway, Mackenzie, the last time we saw you, you and the Blonds were riding along with Theodore Moneymaker who inquired about buying a stake in SMN Productions. Any development on that front? MACKIE ... COLE Any comment at all? MACKIE My only comment is no comment. Let's get on with the match, shall we? * DING DING DING * BUFFER The following contest LIVE on HeldDOWN is scheduled for one fall. Your referee for the contest, Earl Hebner. Introducing first...from Vero Beach, Florida, weighing 237 pounds, "The Billion Dollar Heir" THEODORE MONEYMAKER! Theodore enters to the music of AC/DC's "Money Talks," clad in his $100,000 white smoking jacket made by the finest materials money can buy. Practically oozing arrogance Moneymaker flaunts his wealth, waving a wad of $100 bills to the crowd. COLE As Theodore makes his way to the ring, Mackenzie, as I mentioned, there have been a number of rumors circulating online about your relationship with "The Billion Dollar Heir." MACKIE Typical for the tabloids to assume it's romance whenever two beautiful people are spotted socializing because it helps sell more magazines and pictures. Teddy is a wonderful man, but he and I are nothing more than friends. But you know what they say, every woman goes crazy for a sharpe dressed man. The arena goes from jeers to cheers in a matter of seconds once Nirvana's "Heart-Shaped Box" hits. THEODORE :o COLE Look at the expression on Theodore Moneymaker's face. I bet he didn't expect matchmakers to book him a high profile opponent so soon into his return. He probably expected another call up from the OAOVW. MACKIE This is totally unfair. Without question it's attempt to sabotage the career of Teddy before it skyrockets. One match doesn't remove months of ring rust. COACH Yeah. COLE There wouldn't be any rust if Theodore didn't just work Thursdays. MACKIE A man of Teddy's statue doesn't work every day of the week like the little people. It's one of the perks of being rich and famous -- you call the shots. BUFFER And his opponent...hailing from Sin City, one-half of the greatest rock n' wrestling band of all time, The Heavenly Rockers...SYNTH! :headbang: :headbang: :headbang: The Synthmeister walks with purpose to the ring, slapping hands while never losing sight of Theodore, who PAYS the referee to hold the top rope up for Synth to step through. As always...there's a catch. Microphone in hand, Theodore addresses Synth face to face. THEODORE Cut the music. Always one to tell it like it is, I can tell you and everyone in the crowd, Synth, you're a tougher opponent than the man I faced last week. Normally this would be the time where I'd offer you a cash incentive to put forth your best effort in the spirit of competition, but seeing as how the spirit of the Heavenly Rockers has been shattered yet again, I'm going to offer you something better. You're obviously in no condition to wrestle. Then again, being in condition to perform in the ring or onstage has never been your strong suit. So out of the kindness of my heart...however filled with lust and greed it may be...I'm prepared to offer you $500,000 just to walk away from our match. Think of it as a one night health insurance plan. SYNTH Health insurance? Ah ain't need no stinkin' health insurance. The Synthmeister is rock n' roll. "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" THEODORE (chuckles) Think about it, little man. I'm willing to offer you $500,000 in exchange for your health. Would you rather be popping popping pills alongside Logan to ease the pain after yet another beatdown or treated at the finest medical facilities in the world? SYNTH Whitey rich already, bee-yotch. THEODORE Oh, I see. Heh. I like your style, Synth. Can't say that about your music or wrestling ability, lack thereof, but I admire your business sense. Unlike the little people in the crowd... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" THEODORE (CONT'D) ...$500,000 is chump change to you. So I'll up the offer. 1 MILLION dollars to walk away, baby. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" SYNTH Ah think you's gotta do a whole lot better than dat. THEODORE (stern) Take it or leave it. As if he's on "The Price is Right," Synth asks the crowd for help. Their answer is clear -- no. SYNTH A mill just to walk away? THEODORE You got it. The easiest million you'll ever make. Heh heh heh ha. SYNTH For sure. But I'm in a mood for a fight! * THUNK * Synth smashes the mic in Teddy's face! MACKIE (gasps) Teddy! SYNTH The Synthmeister would never take your money, you damn dirty evolution of an ape! * THUNK * And again! COACH I can't believe Synth would rather he and Logan pop pills than receive full body massages and other treatments for their ailments. Actually, I can. The point is, he's an idiot. He's a prime example of one of the little people hating the rich for their problems. COLE Would you stop it with the whole 'little people' put down! We're all equal. * DING DING DING * Theodore finds himself on the receiving end of a baaaaaack bodydrop. Moneymaker doing his best lawyers plea in the nearest corner, asking Synth to show some mercy. Synth's response -- a kick to the sternum! Synth shoves Moneymaker against the turnbuckles and climbs to the second rope, slamming his fist into Teddy's forehead and hip tossing him out of the corner. Leg lariat finds its target, the heel of Synth's boots catching Moneymaker flush in the jaw. The Billion Dollar Heir rolls outside, demanding the referee restore order before continuing. MACKIE There you go. Slow the pace. COLE You sure you wouldn't rather be ringside directing Theodore. MACKIE Teddy's a gifted wrestler, Michael. He doesn't need my help. In a trend that's becoming increasing worrisome for Moneymaker, he removes his jacket and pants long after the match has begun. Teddy very timid climbing onto the apron, stepping down everytime he feels Synth is going to make a move. Referee Earl Hebner re-starts the countout which Teddy milks every second of. Finally, after reassurances from the referee and even Synth Theodore re-enters the squared circle. Wiping his hands on the side of his trunks, Teddy and Synth circle around and lock up in the center of the ring. Teddy doubling the Synthmeister over with a knee to the gut, then clubs him to the mat. Gutwrench suplex is followed by A FISTFUL OF DOLLARS! ONE... KICKOUT! Not even a two count. Way too early to expect a pinfall, so Teddy scoopes Synth for a slam but he floats over and hits an atomic drop that sends "The Billion Dollar Heir" crashing into the turnbuckles, shooting him right back at Synth who lands a kick to the midsection and swings ol' moneybags over in a neckbreaker! Synth slams Teddy in the middle of the ring and goes up to the top...SECOND ROPE ELBOW DROP! COLE He may have him right here. ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! As he's brought up to his feet, Theodore swipes Synth's hands away and devilishly rakes the eyes! Moneymaker unleashing a fury of rights and knife-edge chops, firing Synth to the ropes. But it's he who is flaten by a running shoulder tackle. The Synthmeister hits the near side, skipping over Teddy and under a leapfrog...but caught on the rebound with a snap powerslam! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Teddy measures Synth for a stomp to the face, leaping high in the air, just to jam his right leg on mat as Synth moves. Synth capitalizes, slapping on the FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK! COACH Since when did Synth develop a mind for wrestling? Only a thinking man's wrestler would have done that. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE What the hell?! They have no business out here. "They" are no other than THE SOONER BRUISERS, who scope the action first-hand at ringside. Synth spots them and immediately relinquishes the figure four in anticipation of trouble. Trouble the referee tries to curb by order Big Frank and Uber backstage...until they produce MANAGER'S LICENSES. COACH Beautiful. COLE How the hell did they get those? Well I know how, but for whom? Are the Sooner Bruisers and Theodore Moneymaker in collusion, or is this just a one night deal? Mackenzie DeCenzo, what do you know about this? MACKIE How would I know anything? COLE Don't play me, girlfriend. You a close friend of Theodore's. I wouldn't be the least bit surprise if you had a hand in obtaining licenses for The Sooner Bruisers. MACKIE Sir, I am insulted. I run SMN Productions not Green Acres. But wouldn't you say a good insurance policy is hard to come by these days, hmm? FRANK (to Synth and Earl) Read 'em and weap, boys. Synth takes a swing at Frank but misses. Theodore doesn't, however, clotheslining the Synthmeister to the floor. Earl backs a hobbled Theodore Moneymaker away from the ropes, leaving Synth right at the front door of The Sooner Bruisers. A place where all trespassers are annihilated. Synth no exception. Hot shot on the guardrail rib-first! COLE Come on, ref. Turn around. Synth is in deep trouble. And so are we if we don't take this time out. Stay with us. We'll be back! [b][color=#FF9900]HELDDOWN[/color]~! CONTINUES...[/b] Cole welcomes us back from break as we return just in time to see Theodore execute a flawless double underhook suplex. ONE... TWO... T-- KICKOUT! Teddy sends Synth for a short but painful ride, drilling the back of the elbow right in the heart. He spins and drops the knee down onto the chest, posing for the cameras afterwards, rubbing his thumb and index fingers together, flashing the universal sign of money! Synth rammed face-first in the buckle. Teddy viciously chopping away in the corner, turning Synth's chest into ground beef. Moneymaker whiffs on a decapitating right hand, putting Synth back in the driver's seat. The Synthmeister hammers Teddy, whipping him to the far corner...and runs into a big boot to the face! Theodore climbs the turnbuckles and leaps off, his hands clasp together...only to be met by a punch to the gut! Bumbling around like a drunken old fool, Teddy is caught with a kick and a DOUBLE-ARM DDT! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE That took as much out of Synth as it did Theodore. Synth running on fumes, having not quite recovered from the beating he took from The Sooner Bruisers prior to the commerical break. COACH Forget Synth. Talk about Teddy. The man's put on a clinic. COLE He's improving his cardio with this match, I can guarantee you that. Synth taking him to the limit. Synth drapes an arm across the chest. ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" Synth rises to his feet, pulling Teddy up with him, but he's thrown outside by his pants...or so Teddy thinks. Synth lands gingerly on the apron leaps to the top, dropkicking Teddy all the way across the ring! Moneymakers drops on all fours as Synth charges...and uses Teddy as a springboard, WIPING OUT THE SOONER BRUISERS!! :headbang: :headbang: :headbang: :headbang: SYNTH :headbang: Synth acknowledges the support of the fans from the apron and SPITS on Big Frank and Uber. His back turned to the ring Synth is caught off-guard when Teddy sneaks up on him and drags him over the top rope back inside the ring locked in THE BANK VAULT! MACKIE Whoooooo! All right, Teddy. It's over. COLE It ain't over till it's over, Mackenzie. Remember that saying. Synth fires a series of elbows to the ribs out of sheer desperation, but Theodore kicks the leg out from under him and drops Synth to a knee. Moneymaker leaning in on Synth for added leverage, shaking him from side to side. Synth's eyes becoming heavy as he reaches for the ropes feet away, the crowd urging him on. But it isn't enough. Synth's arm slowly falls to his side. Teddy bringing him up and around for a thunderous BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX. The second number in the 3 Code Combination. The last number... ...DIVING BACK ELBOW DROP FROM SECOND ROPE! COACH 3 Code Combination! ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING * MACKIE Told ya. Bye. COACH Bye, Mackie. See you around. BUFFER Here is your winner...THEODORE MONEYMAKER! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Mackenzie removes her headsets and heads to the back alongside Theodore, raising his hand in victory. The match may be over, but the fighting is far from it. Big Frank and Uber going to work on Synth in the ring, setting him up for a patent double-team maneuver...ELECTRIC CHAIR BULLDOG! * DING DING DING DING DING DING * COLE Ring the damn bell all you want. Like that's gonna work. We need security out here, damnit! The Sooner Bruisers are trying to end Synth's career just like they did Logan's. Somebody get out here and put a stop to it. Damn them! THEODORE :lol: MACKIE :) Theodore and Mackenzie have a laugh at the expense of Synth's brutal assault. Then it's the fans who have a laugh at Theodore's expense when [b][color=#FF99FF]LOS DIABLOS DE FEUGO[/color][/b] return from wherever the hell they've been and give Moneymaker a Mexican facial, planting his ruggedly handsome face into the steel stage with a DOUBLE FLATLINER, preceeded by a kiss on each other! :wub: :wub: COLE My God! The ultimate kiss of death. COACH I hope OAOAST officials are watching this. Los Diablos oughta be fined and suspended. I know. Make them watch countless hours of hetrosexual porn. They have no business out here. COLE You didn't complain when the Sooner Bruisers came out. COACH Because they had a license to be here! MACKIE :o Los Diablos hound Mackenzie, chasing her around ringside, pinching her BUTT while Big Frank clamps a front facelock on Synth and lifts him up for a 69 Driver, drawing a collective gasp from the fans inside the FedEx Forum. Earl Hebner can only plead for Synth's saftey, no physical threat to the brothers from Oklahoma. He's helpless until help arrives in the form of... ...TONY BRANNIGAN!? "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Tony hits the ring with a vengence, cleaning house on The Sooner Bruisers. More chaos ensues as the BEVERLY HILLS BLONDS, straight out of the '80s in pastel suits, make their presence felt by going after Los Diablos. Moracca and Mariachi use their speed to cause Simon and Ned to BUMP INTO EACH OTHER! When it's all said and done the arena looks like its under seige. Wrestlers cussing. Men down. Officials and security everywhere. COLE It's a world without end, Coach! COACH Now isn't the time to be clever, Mikey. We need help for Teddy and the Blonds. Would somebody please help Teddy and the Blonds! COLE We gotta take a break, fans. We'll be right back! Edited September 14, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted September 13, 2006 (edited) It sounded much better of paper. At least the match more than makes up for it. Backstage, OAOAST correspondent Josh Matthews is stationed outside a door marked [b][color=#999900]$[/color] [color=#009900]THEODORE MONEYMAKER[/color] [color=#999900]$[/color][/b]. JOSH In just a few moments I'm going to attempt to interview Theodore Moneymaker. As we saw, Theodore defeated Synth of the Heavenly Rockers, as dubious as it may have been, but it's the mayhem that occured after the bout people are still buzzing about. A scuffle broke out involving The Sooner Bruisers and Black T's Tony Brannigan, who saved the Synthmeister from a 2 on 1 attack. While all that was going down Theodore was heading backstage along with Mackenzie DeCenzo when Los Diablos de Fuego -- Moracca and Mariachi -- made a surprise appearance and pancaked Moneymaker to the ground with a devastating double-team maneuver. That brought the Beverly Hills Blonds out, as well as security. It's been awhile since we've seen Los Diablos on OAOAST television. They've split their time between Mexico, HI-YAH and the OAOVW. Now apparently they're back in the OAOAST. * KNOCK, KNOCK * Josh enters. The mood is less than celebratory inside the dressing room of Theodore Moneymaker, who rests on the couch with an ice bag on his head. Mackenzie DeCenzo feverishly working the phones in the background, persumably to her lawyers, while The Beverly Hills Blonds make sure Teddy is comforable, fluffing his pillow and slapping a slab of raw steak on his face. Then Josh is spotted. SIMON Watch out! One of Los Diablos unmasked. Get 'em! The Blonds pounce Josh, about to pumpel him when Mackenzie stops them. MACKIE Guys, no! It's just Josh Matthews. NED Lucky sumbitch. But I'm watching you, man. You're about their size and a metrosexual. JOSH But their homosexuals. SIMON Aha. Only a Diablo would know that. JOSH :huh: MACKIE Josh, what do you want? JOSH A comment from Theodore. Teddy SNAPS his fingers. On cue, the Blonds carry Matthews over to him. Moneymaker removes the steak and speaks. THEODORE Never in my life have I been more humiliated than tonight. I might as well have been pricked by an HIV infected needle when Los Diablos de Fuego drove me into the steel rampway and then...and then kissed me. I don't know what their deal is, but their actions did more than upset me, it cost them any future employment as my gardners! MACKIE Teddy, I am [i]so[/i] sorry. Right now we should be celebrating the biggest victory of your career, not agonizing over the behavior of two peasents. Let me make it up to you. Next week, in that very ring, my boys will avenge you when they crush Los Diablos de Fuego and send them running back across the border. NED We'll avenge you next you, man. SIMON You, Teddy! THEODORE Mackie, you're a good friend. I gladly accept your offer. I feel much safier knowing I have ladies and gentlemen like yourselves watching my back. Unlike us the wrestlers in the OAOAST have no class. Now would somebody please call a [/i]doctor[/i]! I need an AIDS test! MAN (Off-Screen) Did somebody... MAN #2 (O.S.) ...say doctor? In a night of returns, THE LOVE DOCTORS, Max Anderson and Stephen Pigley, strut into view decked in their scrubs and lab coats, gyrating to the imaginary music and giving Mackenzie a wink. DR. STEPHEN Nice to see you two again. And you too, Simon and Ned. Docs perform a chest bump! MACKIE (repulsive sigh) How did you get past security? DR. STEPHEN Told them we were Teddy's private doctors. I also specalize in gynecology, so if, you know... MACKIE (gasps) You little twerp! Who do you think you are talking to me like that? Simon, Ned. The Blonds step forward. DR. MAX Whoa. Hold on there, Crockett and Tubbs. Look, Mac, Stephen and I were just passing through when we couldn't help but overhear Teddy's problem. THEODORE Exactly. My problem. And it's Theodore to you. DR. MAX Yeah, right. Forgot about that. But it just so happens we've got the cure you're thinking of. You asked for an AIDS test, right? We'll do it for you right here, right now. Free of charge! THEODORE I don't know guys. I'd have more peace of mind if my [i]real[/i] private doctor, Alexander Graham Bell, conducted the test. DR. STEPHEN Come on, Teddy. We're licensed doctors. Not only in medicine but in love. Dr. Max Anderson wraps athletic tape around Theodore's arm. DR. MAX It won't take long or hurt one bit. Don't let the fact Moracaa and Mariachi are HIV-positive... THEODORE :bubbles: DR. MAX (CONT'D) ...bother you. Sure, them kissing you on the cheek practically means they've had sex with you, but look on the bright side. The chances of you contracting the virus are slim to none. DR. STEPHEN Think of their masks as really huge condoms. Only much more effect. Besides, you're twice as rich as Magic Johnson, so even if you caught something you'd be able to buy all the medicine you need from Windy City Hospital. DR. MAX At discount prices! THEODORE (laughs) You're just razzing me, right? DR. STEPHEN No. You're gonna die. THEODORE :o LOVE DOCTORS :lol: DR. MAX We're just messin' with you, Teddy. Pretty funny, huh? But we'll still administer the test to give you peace of mind. Moneymaker rips his arm away from Max. THEODORE :angry: The hell you will. What kind of a sick joke is that, telling a wealthy socialite like yours truly he's gonna die?! I'm gonna sue you for everything you've got. No, I've got a better idea. I don't need your sloppy leftovers. I know what I'm gonna do. Simon, Ned...please escort these gentlemen out, including Matthews. DR. MAX Yeah, well, um...look at the time, huh, Doctor? I believe we better get a moving if we're gonna make that appointment with the Mendoza sisters. DR. STEPHEN Agreed. It's time to give them all our lovin'. The Docs bolt out of the room. Josh attempts to follow suit, but the Blonds grab him from behind and give him an ATOMIC WEDGIE before tossing him out the door! THEODORE Damn them Diablos de Fuego! The Blonds SHUT the door on the cameraman's face and we're out. Edited September 13, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
