KingPK 0 Report post Posted October 13, 2006 We are live with more OAOAST action.....and we're outside the arena? A group of reporters and camerapeople are huddled together near the wrestler's entrance, shivering in the cold Canadian night air. The camera recording all the cameras recording all the cameras (*WHAP* Thank you.) pans over to Michael Cole who stands with a microphone. COLE Welcome to another edition of HeldDOWN~! If you've noticed, we're outside to start the show tonight as we're awaiting the arrival of the controversial Drek Stone, who these reporters hope will have some comments on his deplorable actions two weeks ago at World Without End, actions that earned him a suspension. WOMAN There's his limo! A car horn is heard and a flashy white limousine pulls into the parking lot of the dim Edmonton arena. The sparkling luminance of the limo brightens the gloomy setting as the swarm of photographers, journalists, and reporters immediately crowd around the automobile. As the car gets closer to the camera, a glistening Italian flag proudly adorned on the hood becomes more visible. Finally, the limousine comes to a complete stop. Popping flashbulbs erupt around the limo before the door has a chance to open. Once it does, the press immediately breaks out into a frenzy as Drek Stone cooly steps out with the Heavyweight Title adorned over his shoulder. Clearly loving the attention, Drek grins as a number of microphones are immediately pushed towards him. DREK Okay, I was ready for this. Ladies and gentlemen, I have a busy night. I can’t sit here and answer questions all night. So I’ll let you ask three – that’s right, only three – questions. The first… While every member of the crowd struggles to raise their hands, Drek points to one lovely lady. DREK You? REPORTER #1 Yes. Drek, we obviously saw what you did at World Without End to Tha Puerto Rican. You went further than anybody thought you ever would. After being suspended last week, do you have any regrets over what you did to PRL? Is there anything you would change about that match? Raising his eyebrows slightly, Drek grins at her before answering. DREK The only thing I regret is that I didn’t actually have a bullet in that gun. A small gasp rises up from the throng of reporters as Drek laughs lightly to himself. DREK No, why would I regret anything? Puerto Rican Lightning was the one who asked for that match. He was the one who tried getting under my skin the entire month to throw me off my mental game. He wanted me to throw everything I had at him – and I did entirely that. I couldn’t care less if people think it was uncalled for. Bill Watts can go screw himself if he thinks I stepped over a line. I did exactly what I had to do to win, and any fighting champion should be respected for that. What SHOULDN’T be respected is someone who cries….during a wrestling match! Crying during a wrestling match?! Last time I checked, Popick, this wasn’t a nursery school. You were ashamed of yourself after that match and you SHOULD be. Not because you threw in the towel but because, instead of being a man, you let your estrogen get the best of you. See, at least I had a real man in my corner. Who did PRL have? A thick-goggled nerd with a heavy flow. If I were you, I would make sure we never cross paths again. You’re not a man, and PRL should seriously think about who he’s allying himself with if he hopes to ever make it further than where he’s been stuck the past few years. And as for PRL… The reporters keep scribbling away as Drek continues. DREK PRL, you did what you could. It wasn’t enough, of course. I told you when you initially challenged me that you weren’t good enough to take the title away from me. But you certainly did try. And I respect that you did that. I respect that you felt the need to pull out all the stops against me – the Corporate Elbow with the thumbtacks, for one – and you didn’t take me or my boy Hoff for granted. You’re a smart kid, Lightning. Why you felt the need to get wrapped up in this feud the past two months, I’ll never know. Maybe you had a question lingering in your mind about your legacy that you wanted answered. Well, now you’ve gotten your answer. So I think it’s in the best interest of us both if you forget about your silly title wishes. Don’t keep reaching for the stars because you’re bound to burn your fingers one of these times. Gain your manhood back from Jaime O’Hara and walk away with your head held high. Because, like I said, you’re an intelligent wrestler. You do have what it takes to be a X-Division or a Puerto Rican or a 24/7 Champion. I don’t want to see you ruin that future by challenging me again. DREK So to answer your question, whoever you are, no. I don’t regret a thing. Watts could suspend me as much as he wants and think I’m the absolute scum of the earth. But as long as I’m showing up for my contractual obligations, as long as I’m still winning my matches, I’m still the champ. He can’t strip me from my belt, vacate it, anything. The title is still around my waist as long as I do what I have to to make sure I still remain the Heavyweight Champion. I’m still standing here, standing strong. Hoff has been partying like a madman the past two weeks. PRL is stuck fighting in a solid midcard feud with Jaime O’Hara. And Popick is crying his eyes out to a psychiatrist. Why the hell would I change a thing about what I did? Next question. An older man with salt-and-pepper raises his hand to ask the next one. REPORTER #2 Speaking of Bill Watts, we’ve gotten word earlier today that he’s trying to put together the Main Event of November Reign. Do you know anything about that? DREK Do I…? No. What kind of stupid question is that? You’re the one who’s bringing it up to me. What do you know about this match Watts is planning? REPORTER #2 All he’s made public is that it might have something to do with a cage. DREK Heh. Yeah, because we haven’t had enough steel cage matches in the past few months. Well, I’m not exactly a novice with them. I won an Elimination Chamber match for my first Heavyweight Title. I fought The Mad Cappa in a Hell-in-the-Cell and came a second away from walking out with the win. Hoff and I beat Black T in a steel cage match and changed the face of the OAOAST only a few months ago. So whatever Watts is planning, I’m absolutely sure I have it handled. I’ve done it all and, believe me, there’s nothing he can throw at me that I would consider a shock at this stage of my career. And finally…you. Michael Cole barges through the crowd of reporters with a microphone in his hand. MICHAEL COLE Boxers or briefs, Mr. Stone?! BOXERS OR BRIEFS?! Drek can only stare disbelievingly as Cole excitedly waits for the answer. DREK I…can someone take care of this? Two burly security guards immediately barge in and pull Cole kicking-and-screaming away from the impromptu press conference. COLE ANSWER THE QUESTION, DREK! WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO IGNORE THE TRUTH?! The Heavyweight Champion shakes his head as he points to the final reporter. REPORTER #3 Drek, after the conclusion of the match at World Without End, Michael Cole and Jonathan Coachman – as well as many fans around the world – were left speculating if there were any hidden motives to pulling a gun on Puerto Rican Lightning. We all know Zack Malibu did the same thing to Bruce Blank in a fit of rage a few months ago. Did you explicitly borrow your idea from him…? Were you mocking him…? Did Zack Malibu have any influence over your decision to involve a gun against PRL…? Drek’s confident smirk is suddenly gone as he stares in outrage at the reporter before him. DREK I am so sick of being asked questions about this. No, of course not. I came up with the idea by myself. Zack Malibu had nothing to do with it. REPORTER #3 But you have to admit the timing is a little coincidental. Both of you just happen to do the same thing only a month away from one another? Maybe you subconsciously chose to… DREK No! There was nothing to it! Listen to me now. You can try and read into my motives all you want, but there’s no point to it. I don’t give a damn about Zack Malibu. I haven’t since I came back to the OAOAST. He isn’t worth a SECOND of my time. I can’t be bothered to stare at the television when he’s on it. I can’t be bothered to look at him when he walks into the locker room. I couldn’t possibly care any less about him. He’s worthless to me. So did I steal the idea from him? Did I do it to shoot a subtle jab at him? No and no. The man doesn’t bother me in the slightest anymore. Is that good enough for you?! The reporter cautiously shakes his head as Drek furiously stares out at the press. Instead of being delighted to see them, as he was minutes earlier, he’s filled with anger now. However, instead of walking into the arena to start off his night, Drek just continues to stand near the limo. Almost as if he’s pondering what to do in his head, he takes a few moments to weigh the pros and cons. DREK Ugh. To hell with this. With that, Drek sits back in his car and slams the door. The bright automobile peels away as the reporters stare in shock. COACH I…I don’t know what the hell happened there. What set him off?! Come back, Drek! I like what you did to PRL! I don’t think you care about Zack! Drek, the ratings are plummeting! They’re going….well, I think we’re lower than the Tigers/A’s ALCS series now. Wonderful. We’ll be right back. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted October 13, 2006 And now OAOAST BACKTRACKER, presented by Mrs. Spezia's Sweeties SMN Productions in association with Moneymaker Enterprises THREE WEEKS AGO Brief clips of Los Diablos performing the TANGO~! with their inflatable sheep doll El Oveja and the Beverly Hills Blonds entering the Toyota Center in HAZMAT SUITS air. * CLIP * NED There won't be any match tonight. I've agonized over the decision for the last week, and with the blessing of Simon and Mackenzie, who's tending to more importance business in the back, I hereby announce our status as a conscientious objectors due to personal beliefs. That being the Beverly Hills Blonds are too rich and famous to be in the same ring as Los Diablos de Fuego, much less in the same vicinity. * CLIP II * SIMON Ned and I know the people in attendence paid their hard earned money to be here tonight. Sure they earned most of it scrubbing toliets, mowing lawns, and working 9-5 unlike the Beverly Hills Blonds and Teddy Moneymaker, but you do deserve to get what you paid for. And you paid to see a match featuring Rosie O'Donnell's favorite tag team. She may think they're cutie patooties, but brother Ned, something tells me Moracca and Mariachi won't be so cute after tonight. * CLIP III * Suddenly, two men in full gold bodysuits and gloves wrapped in BARB WIRE storm the ring. * WHAM, WHAM * Los Diablos go down in a heap, bleeding profusely, masks torn from the barb wire attack by the great Latin American tag team...LOS CONQUISTADORS! COLE It was a damn set-up! The Blonds casually stroll backstage while Uno and Dos put the boots to Moracaa and Mariachi, grinding the barb wire into their open wounds! Los Diablos pink ponchos covered in crimson. Uno, or maybe Dos, strips Mariachi of his devil tail and uses it to WHIP HIM, paint-brushing the luchador. Though the damage has already been done, the arrival of OAOAST officals prevent Los Conquistadors from further injuring Los Diablos de Fuego. Adding insult to injury Los Conquistadors STEAL the beloved mascot of Los Diablos, El Oveja! COLE Hey, there's no need for that! Leave them alone, damnit! Los Conquistadors exit with El Oveja. Los Diablos de Fuego left laying in a pool of their own blood... Call me (call me) on the line Call me, call me any, anytime Right on cue, we cut back inside the arena in time to see the red carpet arrival of the BEVERLY HILLS BLONDS. The Blonds aren't here to wrestler, however. Dressed in jean shorts and trademark silver vests, Simon and Ned stop by SOFA CENTRAL~! to lend their voices for the upcoming match. NED How you doin', fellas? COACH Great! Even better if Mackenzie were here. COLE Speaking of your business consultant, where is she? Trouble in paradise? SIMON You wish. Mackie wants everyone in TV land to know she's sorry she couldn't be here. She's back in Beverly Hills crossing the t's and dotting the i's on a few projects. That and who would want to come to Edmonton, Alberta, Canada? Even Chris Benoit ditched this city. Everyone knows all the excitement is back in the States and Beverly Hills, hence the name of a once popular television show. NED Hell, we wouldn't even be here if it weren't for a couple acquaintances of ours competing in this very ring. You can bet your bottom dollar, son, whenever the Beverly Hills Blonds lend their name to a project, we support it all the way. COLE I'm sure the fine folks at Mrs. Spezia's Sweeties feel the same about their baked products, seeing as how they've sponsered many of our Backtracker segments, which have been de-faced in order to push the Beverly Hills Blonds/Theordore Moneymaker agenda. NED (scoffs) Mrs. Spezia's Sweeties? Man, my kid nearly choked on one of those bricks they call cookies. Amidst all the talking Los Conquistadors have made their way to the ring, parading around with the mascot of Los Diablos de Fuego, El Oveja. * DING DING DING * BUFFER Wrestling fans, our next contest is scheduled for one fall with a 10 minute time limit. Already in the ring, from Latin America...LLLOOOOSSSSS CONQUISTADOOOOOORRRRRRRSSSSSSS!! Los Conquistadors raise their fists in the air and are booed. The Blonds return the salute and shout "Gold!" "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" BUFFER Their opponents...from the OAOAST First Responders Unit, EMT TIM and OFFICER BOSLEY...RESCUE 911~! * CRICKET, CRICKET * SIMON How would you describe Rescue 911's reception, Mikey? Thunderous? COLE Under normal circumstances I'd say so, but it's obvious our great fans in Edmonton are too busy enjoying Foreigner's 1980s classic to really show their admiration for Officer Bosley and EMT Tim. NED Oh, man, that is rich. That is rich. Richer than Teddy Moneymaker, man. You earned your pay tonight, Cole. That defying silence you hear is everyone in Edmonton knowing Rescue 911 doesn't stand a chance tonight. They gotta go up against the hardcore luchadors--well, they aren't really luchadors, just hardcore Latios in gold masks--who damn near put Los Diablos de Fuego out for good. Rather than be deflated by the lack of crowd response, Rescue 911 plan to use it as motivation to prove them and all the naysayers wrong. Senior official Earl Hebner orders one man in, one man out. Dos and EMT Tim give their respective partners some last minute words prior to exiting. Los Conquistadors placing El Oveja in their corner for safe keeping. * DING DING DING * Uno is hesitant to lock up, asking the referee to frisk Officer Bosley for illegal objects. COLE Oh, come on. Is this really necessary? COACH Hey, Officer Bosley may be a crooked cop for all we know. He could have a nightstick stuff in his pants or mace in his pocket. COLE The only illegal objects in the ring are Los Conquistadors. SIMON Have you no shame, sir, objectifying the Golden Boys like that? NED Yeah, Cole. Just because they don't want to be your play toys like Los Diablos de Fuego, it doesn't give you any right to smear their good names. Los Conquistadors are doing the governments job better than the government itself, putting down all the illegals like an animal shelter does stray dogs and cats. SIMON As someone who's patched his bleeding heart, think of Uno and Dos as the Ghostbusters. They have snazzy costumes and perform a public service. Officer Bosley agrees to the request and is patted down like a common criminal, his cooperation rewarded by a clothesline! Uno stomps away on Bosley, bringing him to his feet, and rakes the eyes across the top rope! Turnbuckle smash in the corner is followed up by a tag to Dos. Uno whips Bosley in as Dos hits the far side, driving the knee into the head after Uno doubles law enforcement's finest with a shot to the midsection! The cover. ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! Dos scoops Officer Bosley in the air and slams him in the center of the ring. To the second rope he goes, cocking his fist before taking flight... * OOF * ...BUT OFFICER BOSLEY GETS THE BOOT UP! Fortunately for Los Conquistadors, Dos falls near the corner and easily tags out. Officer Bosley brought back to his feet. Uno looking to send him into the turnbuckle, but Bosley gets the boot up again and blocks it, sending Uno in instead! The Bos rocks Uno with American made right hands, hip tossing him out of the corner and dropkicking him off his feet. COLE Officer Bosley has Uno pinned! SIMON You sure it ain't #2 in the ring? Because he's fighting like it. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Irish whip to the far corner, Officer Bosley charging in and meeting the same fate Uno's partner Dos did earlier...BOOT TO THE FACE! Uno steps outside and scales the turnbuckles, only to SLAMMED OFF THE TOP! Officer Bosley shakes off the cobwebs and turns Uno inside-out with a flying back elbow off the second rope! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Dos having to come in and break up the pin. I'm sure this wasn't what you were expecting, gentlemen, but it should've been. Los Conquistadors haven't won by pinfall or submission in their time in the OAOAST. Their only victory was by DQ. NED The Conquistadors aren't wrestlers, Cole, they're brawlers. It's like taking fish out of water. They're out of their environment. COLE If they can't wrestle then why are they in the OAOAST? SIMON Uh, haven't you heard of a famous wrestler named Hulk Hogan? He couldn't wrestle a lick but still became the biggest start in the business...until Ned and I came along, of course. Suddenly, Rescue 911 are rolling. Even the fans are now into it. They're starting to believe Officer Bosley and EMT Tim can snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. Uno in a world of hurt. Bosley fires Uno to the ropes and tags Tim, catapulting him into the ring...SLINGSHOT CROSSBODY! ONE... TWO... THREE-- KICKOUT! EMT Tim shoots Uno back in and snaps him over with a powerslam! Dos attempts to breakup the pin again, but Tim hears him coming and moves out of the way, causing Dos to drop an elbow on his own partner! Dos pops up and takes a swing at Tim, completely missing as he's spun around and slammed. Axe handle smash to the back by Uno momentarily stuns EMT Tim, nearly resulting in a back suplex...but Tim is able to float over and connect with a crippling atomic drop, sending the Conquistador crashing into and out of the corner, right back at him for a bodyslam. And another, this time for Dos. Tim brings both Conquistadors together...DOUBLE COCONUT! Los Conquistadors struggling to maintain their balance. Officer Bosley helps them with their problem, leveling both with a diving clothesline! * THUD * That's the sound of Dos hitting the arena floor after rolling out of the ring. He just so happens to land by Sofa Central and guest commentators Beverly Hills Blonds. Simon and Ned unleash a verbal assault on the non-English speaking Conquistador while clapping their hands and smiling to give him the impression they're voicng encouragement. NED What the hell is wrong with you!? Go back in there and fight! Recharged by the powerful words from the Blonds, Dos is eager to return to battle. One problem, though. A big problem. DOS Officer Bosley wipes him out with a PLANCHA! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Bosley's fired up. The crowd's fired up and so are the Blonds. SIMON Hey Ned, did you hear what he said about your mother? COLE NED You damn right. The Blonds go Rodney King on Officer Bosley, beating him to a pulp, ramming him into the ringpost! Inside the ring, EMT Tim hits a Somoan drop on Uno, following it up with a TOP ROPE SPLASH! ONE... TWO... THR--NO! Earl spots Ned on the apron and stops him from entering the ring. The Handsome Hustler gets his foot caught in the ropes to distract Hebner from seeing Simon climb to the top...FLYING ELBOW DROP! Simon exits and returns to Sofa Central as if nothing had happened, casually putting the headset back on. SIMON How quickly things change. Hahahahaha! Los Conquistadors active their Wonder Twins powers to finish off Rescue 911. Uno slingshots EMT Tim to the corner as Dos comes off the top with a clothesline! COACH DAYUM~! You gotta admit, that's pretty sweet. ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING * BUFFER Here are your winners...LLLOOOOSSSSS CONQUISTADOOOOOORRRRRRRSSSSSSS!! NED I think our job is done. As they say in the biz, let's do lunch. Or...maybe not. SIMON & NED The Blonds raise the hands of Los Conquistadors, who hold up El Oveja like its some kind of trophy. All 4 leave the ring when they're approached by two VENDORS selling cotton candy and soft drinks. We quickly learn they aren't just any vendors, but LOS DIABLOS DE FUEGO! "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" COACH How'd they get across the border? Oh, wait. It's their specialty. Mariachi spills the drinks on the aisle to cause the Blonds and Conquistadors to slip. Moracca slams the cotton candy tray on them and retrives El Oveja! Before they exit stage right, Mariachi LICKS some of the beverage off Ned's chest! Needless to say, Los Diablos run as fast and as far away as possible, not wanting to be near Blanchard when he explodes. COLE El Oveja is back home! Los Diablos de Fuego letting the Beverly Hills Blonds and Los Conquistadors know they're not ones to be messed with. Cut to: The make-up table. JADE Sooo? MELODY Sooo? I'm unfamiliar with that particular spelling. You mean 'so', singular 'o', yes? JADE How do you know how I spelt it? Eyes popping open, Melody baulks a little. MELODY Can somebody pick up that fourth wall for me? That's great, thanks. So, what did you mean by 'Sooooo'? JADE It was actually 'Sooo', with three Os. But, I think you know exactly what I mean. You and The Meterosexual Monster? MELODY Who? JADE Bohemoth. MELODY ... JADE The guy with the belt and the orange glasses. MELODY Oooohhhh! That guy! Bohemoth? No wonder he didn't tell me his name. Yowzas! What kind of a parent calls their possibly only child 'Bohemoth'? I'll tell you who, a world destroying Republican! Lemme tell you from experience missy, they don't know the meaning of the word party. They oughta be called The Republican Crossword and Eye-Wateringly Boring Speeches Guys. They had the nerve to invite me to one of their 'party meetings', they didn't play one Euro dance track all night! In the end, I had to down my entire pocket flask in one go just to survive with my sanity. Schnaps is strong. Trust me. The rest of that night is something I'd rather forget. Lousy Democrats, always trying to tell us what to do. Who the hell do they think they are? Can I get a rewind? Bohemoth's a dumb name. What is he, like, a washing powder or something? Fo' sheez, Rodeeez. They should have called him something more hawt, like 'Ramoné' or 'Jaguar' or somethin'. JADE ...yeah, yeah. So, are you gonna see him again? Standing up from the make-up chair, Melody shrugs her shoulders, roughing her hair up in the small mirror on the desk in front of her. MELODY Oh, I dunno. Depends what the writers want I guess. JADE That's not a very sturdy fourth wall around you. MELODY These geekazoids know the 411, get with the program. Besides that though, I like to hit 'em and quit 'em. JADE Shouldn't that be the other way around? MELODY Yes and no. I like punching. JADE Uh-huh. Seeming happy with the shade of blusher, or something, Jade stands up and fixes her skirt. MELODY Maybe you should pimp your ride and see if he climbs aboard. Then sleep with him. Dig? JADE Me!? MELODY Oh come on. If you didn't wanna be Bo's ho, you wouldn't wanna know 'bout Bo. I assume he likes being called Bo, I only heard his name twenty-six seconds ago. Break the ice with that. Tell him you like the smell of sterilised needles maybe. JADE Mel, I'm only 18! Melody tilts her head curiously. MELODY Are you a mormon? You don't dress mormon. You don't smell mormon. JADE I just don't think he's in my league, ya know. MELODY That because you're a bore. JADE MELODY Don't get it twisted. Not a dirty hog thing that eats predominantly slime. I once dated a guy who got lost in a swamp. Couldn't take a haymaker so I ditched him. Man, this anecdote is almost as boring as you! Don't be hatin', but you are, for real. You're turning into a middle-aged trailor woman. Living in a trailor isn't really relevant, I add it for dramatic effect. Plus I like words. 18 is supposed to be the age of living fast and partying hard. You party fast and live hard. You've got it straight twisted lady. I told you not to get it twisted. Don't you know anything about Hollywood? You're young, rich, famous and you've got two guys doing all the work for you. Live! LIVE! Stay out all night drinking, visit a male strip club, starve yourself thin, get accused of shoplifting so your famous rockstar father has more reason to be ashamed of your sudden rebellion against Democratic life! Make a movie and don't show up to film it! Live! LIVE! Call yourself a Chicks Over Dicks member!? JADE ...no. MELODY And you never will without giving in to your adolenscent urge to run riot! Quit living vicariously through me and go find some guy that's named after a World War II fighter plane, rip off his fancy suit and shout "I'm 21 and prone to bouts of post-sexual amnesia! Take me now!" Treat life like one big soriety dorm! Sneak into a pay toilet! Ride a water slide without protective waterproof clothing! Eat your body weight in Cheetos and run through Times Square, singing "Is This The Way To Amarillo" in just your pyjamas while whacked out on vodka shot... As Melody disappears off into the distance, babbling away to herself, Jade sits back down and sighs. JADE That's one giant pot of crazy right there. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted October 13, 2006 COLE Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. Michael Cole and The Coach here with you from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. The OAOAST truly a worldwide phenomenon, popular "across the country and around the world" as our Syndicated colleagues would say. And be sure to catch an extended version of OAOAST Syndicated the weekend of October 28-29. Our way of thanking you, the fans, for making OAOAST Wrestling the #1 program in ALL of syndication. COACH More successful than "Dallas" in the UK. Bigger than "Baywatch" in Germany. Loved more in France than Pepe Le Pew. OAOAST Syndicated, baby! COLE Stay tuned to the OAOAST television network and OAOAST.com for more information on that event as it becomes available. But right now Tony Schiavone is standing by with the new -- you heard me right, new -- World tag team champions the Sooner Bruisers, who dethroned Black T 18 days ago. Before we go to them backstage, let's first re-live the closing moments of that epic encounter. * SWOOP IN * ANGLESLAM TWO WEEKS AGO Irish whip to the far corner, Uber charging in...and eats a big boot to the face! The Psycho Gremlin staggers out of the corner as Tony, in no mood to go up to the top does just that, goes up to the top. What follows is no surprise given the amount of blood lost. Tony loses his balance and falls directly into the arms of Uber, who smashes Brannigan's ribs into opposite corners and spikes him into the mat! COLE Oklahoma Stampede! This may be it. COACH How quickly the tide turns. ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Dan Black...DIVING HEADBUTT! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" That triggers a brawl between Dan Black and The Sooner Bruisers. Right back where we started. Miles Manchester juggles the task of trying to restore order and keeping Tony Brannigan from endangering himself. Black proves why he's one tough bastard, taking the best Big Frank and Uber have to offer and dishes it back at the same time. Unfortunately, Tony can't do much of anything still lying on the mat motionless, prompting Miles to call for the bell. * DING DING DING * "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE What happened? COACH I think Miles signaled for the bell. COLE But why? I think we may have a double disqualification. Referee Miles Manchester unable to keep the peace. Miles confers with Michael Buffer as OAOAST officials and EMTs once again return to the side of Tony Brannigan. Officials separating Black and the Sooners while EMTs attend to Brannigan. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. I have been informed by Hall of Fame official Sir Miles Manchester that due to the amount of blood lost by Tony Brannigan, which has rendered him unconscious, it is in his best interest that the match be stopped. Therefore, the winners of the match...and NEEEEW professional wrestling tag team champions of the world, Big Frank and Uber Bruiser...THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUUUUUISERS! * CLIP * Frank and Uber...celebrate their victory, sharing a big hug after finally achieving their goal. * SWOOP OUT * Schiavone and the Sooner Bruisers in front of the HD backdrop. Frank's arms so big he's able to wear the tag title as an armband! Uber sticking with the timeless belt around the waist method. SCHIAVONE I hate to say it, and no way he would admit it, but had it not been for referee Sir Miles Manchester, Tony Brannigan may have joined the likes of Logan Mann as having had his career ended at the hands of the Sooner Bruisers, new One & Only tag team champions of the world. And gentlemen, while history will forever link you with having ended the third title reign of arguably the greatest team in OAOAST history Black T, now it's time for you to write your own as you prepare to make your first championship defense next week on HeldDOWN~! against a yet to be announced opponent. BIG FRANK And it don't matter who it is, Tony Schiavone. The Sooner Bruisers have destoryed the Heavenly Rockers and shattered the myth that is Black T. Every tag team in the OAOAST oughta pack their bags and seek employment elsewhere, because there isn't a team here who can beat us. And those who think they can...heh...they better demand double the pay to cover their hospital bills. UBER Ow, ow, ow, owwwwwwwwww! The short and to the point interview ends with Big Frank flashing the biceps and Uber snarling. SCHIAVONE Back to you at Sofa Central. When we return to the arena proper, Sweet Home Chicago hits, and the crowd cheers for Jumbo, as he dances through the curtain, then slaps hands with the fans as he walks down the aisle. COLE And we're back with the big man, Jumbo! Let's to to Michael Buffer! BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 440 pounds...JUMBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! COLE And next week when we return to the states, Jumbo will have a shot at the Canadian champion , Alfdogg! Jumbo climbs into the ring and dances into his corner, as DJ Clue's Super Mario Mix hits, and Quincy makes his way down the aisle. BUFFER His opponent, from Queens, New York, weighing in at 220 pounds...representing the Burrough Boys...QUUUUUUUUUUUINNNCCCCCCYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! COLE And it's the newest member of the Burrough Boys, Quincy, the opposition for Jumbo tonight, of course Quincy helping his partners in the Burrough Boys claim a tainted victory over Jumbo and the Jamaicans, Denzel and Reggie, at World Without End! *DING DING DING* Jumbo and Quincy circle the ring, and tie up. Jumbo immediately shoves Quincy off into a corner! COACH Not too smart, Quincy! Jumbo struts across the ring, as Quincy throws a tantrum in the corner. Quincy then comes out for another tieup, but instead rakes the eyes of Jumbo. Quincy delivers right hands to Jumbo, then attempts to ram him into the corner, but Jumbo blocks. COLE And Jumbo blocking that move! Jumbo blocks again, then grabs Quincy and starts ramming as the crowd counts along! 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! 4!!! 5!!! 6!!! 7!!! 8!!! 9!!! 10!!! Jumbo follows up with a vertical suplex, and covers... 1... 2... Kickout! Jumbo gets up, then backs into the ropes, and goes for an elbowdrop, but Quincy rolls out of the way! COACH No one home on that attempt! Quincy quickly delivers forearms the the back of the big man, then climbs to the top rope, and hits a MISSILE DROPKICK~! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Jumbo rolls into a corner, where Quincy hits him with a STINGER SPLASH~! Quincy then attempts a bodyslam, but can't budge the big man. COLE Another not-too-smart move by Quincy, just as he was scoring some big moves on the big man! Jumbo scoops Quincy, and slams him to the mat with ease. He then backs into the ropes, and this time scores with the elbowdrop! COLE And this time Jumbo able to drop the elbow! Jumbo sends Quincy into the ropes, and floors him with a BIG BOOT~! He then backs into the ropes...and is tripped up by Luther! COLE And there's the other Burrough Boys! The referee calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* Luther and Waldo roll into the ring, and whip Jumbo across the ring. Jumbo ducks a double clothesline, and hits one of his own! COLE But Jumbo able to fight both men off! Mariano leaps off the top rope, but Jumbo catches him! Jumbo holds him, but he's clipped from behind by Waldo! Quincy then comes up from behind, grabs Jumbo by the head, and ROLLS THE DICE~! COLE Quincy with the TANOOKI SUIT~! As the Burrough Boys lift Jumbo off the mat, Denzel Spencer and Reggie Lamont rush to the ring! COACH Here come the Jamaicans! The Jamaicans put up a fight, but fall to numbers, as Quincy, Luther, and Waldo hammer away, as Mariano stays on Jumbo. Quincy, Luther, and Waldo then pick up the Jamaicans, and deliver a TRIPLE DDT~!!! COLE And a TRIPLE DDT from the Burrough Boys! COACH I don't think I've seen that before! Waldo then climbs the top rope, as Quincy grabs Jumbo in a front facelock, and Mariano grabs Jumbo's right wrist and extends his arm. COACH Uh oh, they're gonna break his arm, Cole! As Luther grabs a chair from ringside, Waldo jumps off and drives his knee into the arm of Jumbo! COLE OH NO! Jumbo lays on the mat clutching his arm, as Luther rolls in, and begins ramming the chair into it! However, the cheers of the crowd alert them, as Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly rush in, carrying steel chairs! COACH And Heat and Fly were smarter than the Jamaicans, they came armed! The Burrough Boys flee the ring, and gloat in the aisle, as Fly checks on Jumbo. COLE Well, I sensed that this thing was not yet over, and I couldn't have been more right! COACH Or more humble, for that matter! COLE There's going to be hell to pay for the Burrough Boys, I can guarantee that! Heat and Fly help roll Jumbo's ample posterior out of the ring and the fans prepare to hit the crappers during the anticipated commercial break, but suddenly the lights go down in the arena. A Puerto Rican flag appears on the AngleTron. In big white blocky letters, the following words appear on the screen, with Tha Puerto Rican saying them: *THE CHAMP IS HERE!* “YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” With that, the fans simply shrug and decide this is a perfect time for a piss break (PK: I keed, I keed, EWC). Seriously, a lightning bolt hits the entrance, the PRL entrance video plays on the AngleTron, and "Know Your Role '99" begins playing, with the crowd standing up and cheering. PR is heard saying, "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" throughout the song, while smoke fills the entryway and strobe lights appear on the entrance set. COLE Well, get ready, because THE CHAMP IS HERE! COACH Oh, I heard him the first time! A few seconds elapsed, and out from the curtains and through the smoke comes "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican. The crowds' cheers get louder. PR looks at the crowd with a cocky smirk on his face. He is wearing his suit, and carrying his spray-painted briefcase with his right hand. He raises the briefcase over his head to more cheers. He looks at the crowd one more time, and then begins his walk down the entrance ramp. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, The Man With The Golden Contract, “The Corporate Champion” THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICCCCCCCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! COLE PRL, gaining more and more fans as the days go by! Last week, PRL was attacked from behind by Hooligan member Jamie O’ Hara after his match with Barry Horowitz! COACH Now hold on there, Cole! You forgot to mention that PRL attacked J-OH first! Remember? Backstage? When PRL just attacked ‘O Hara for no apparent reason? COLE No apparent reason? Jamie O’ Hara threw a towel in PRL’s face; mocking him for losing the Throw-In-The-Towel Match to Drek Stone at World Without End! COACH He wasn’t mocking him! He was simply *reminding* him of his lost. There was no mocking whatsoever! COLE Oh Coach. Come on now! Jamie was trying to get under Tha Puerto Rican’s skin, and well, he got what he paid for! COACH He didn’t pay for anything. COLE IT’S AN EXPRESISON, COACH! Tha Puerto Rican gets on the ring apron and looks at the crowd. He enters the ring. Puerto spins around; soaking in the fans cheers while "Know Your Role '99" continues playing over the P.A. system. Tha Puerto Rican does the HBK muscle pose while pyro goes off behind him. PRL plays to the crowd, and then heads to a second turnbuckle, where he raises his briefcase over his head. He then heads to another second turnbuckle and raises the briefcase over his head again. PRL hits a third second turnbuckle, and raises the briefcase with his right hand in the air and “smells the electricity” a’la The Rock. PRL does the same Rock pose on the fourth second turnbuckle, receiving cheers. Tha Puerto Rican gets off the turnbuckle, and calls for a microphone. COLE PRL is gonna speak to us tonight. We haven’t heard Tha Puerto Rican say a word since losing to Drek at World Without End. COACH I just hope he makes this quick. Nobody wants to hear him speak for 40 minutes every week! COLE I don’t know, Coach. I think these fans would. COACH So? Da Coach doesn’t, and that’s the only opinion that matters! Tha Puerto Rican receives a microphone from a ringside attendant. The lights go back on in the arena. PRL paces back and forth in the ring, sunglasses on his face, a microphone in his left hand, and the briefcase in his right hand. PRL has a serious expression on his face as the crowd continues cheering for him. COLE PRL about to let the fans know what’s on his mind. COACH Just hurry up and get it over with! “Know Your Role ‘99” dies down. The crowd is still cheering for PRL. PRL paces back and forth. “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” COACH Shut up! Tha Puerto Rican stands in the middle of the ring, and puts the microphone to his lips. “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN THE CHAMP IS HERE! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE These fans love Tha Puerto Rican tonight! THA PUERTO RICAN So, it looks like ol’ PRL is becoming something of a fan favorite these days, huh? Well, can’t say I’m surprised. You people were gonna love me sooner or later. Just let me make this clear: I’m not gonna start kissing babies. I’m not gonna start slapping hands. And I’m most definitely NOT gonna start saying, “Okay everyone. Time for sing along with Tha Puerto Rican!” No, I don’t roll like that. So, go ahead. Cheer for me if you want. Just remember that Tha Puerto Rican doesn’t change for ANYBODY because THAT’S how I roll! The fans cheer! COLE The fans apparently are okay with that. COACH Stealing another catchphrase huh, P.R.? COLE SHHHHHHHH. PRL Now that that’s out of the way. Let’s talk about World Without End. The crowd boos, knowing that PRL lost at that pay-per-view. THA PUERTO RICAN Okay, so I went into World Without End, and I vowed that the show was going to end with me winning the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title. Well, that didn’t happen. In fact, not only did I lose the match, I was SCREWED out of the title! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” PRL (CONT’D) Drek Stone, you know, in the bottom of your heart, that I CAN BEAT YOU! And that’s why you had to fight dirty. That’s why you had to go low. 2 weeks ago, we all saw just what a disgusting human being Drek Stone is. Hand-to-hand combat is one thing. Using chairs and tables. That’s another. But a gun? A FREAKING GUN!? Drek…man… PRL shakes his head, remembering what he felt looking down the barrel of a gun. PRL Drek, you crossed the line 2 weeks ago! Even *I* would never do what you did, and God knows all the messed up stuff I’ve done. Yeah, you beat me. You got what you wanted. Stephen Joseph DID throw in the towel. BUT YOU DID NOT BEAT ME! You may have gotten Popick to throw in the towel, but YOU did not PIN ME, MAKE ME SUBMIT, OR KNOCK ME OUT! Despite what you threw at me, I still fought back. Even when you gave me a powerbomb, and made me spit out blood, I WAS STILL STANDING! Drek Stone, you may have won, but if things were a little different, if the rules were tweaked a little, it would be me standing in…this…very…ring right now with the World Heavyweight Title belt AND YOU KNOW THAT’S THE TRUTH, RUTH! “YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COACH Those are all lies, PR! Those are all non-truths! Tha Puerto Rican is pacing back and forth in the ring. PUERTO RICAN Drek, you used the stipulation I picked against me. You took advantage of that stipulation to keep the World Title. So for that, I applaud you. PRL does a *golf clap*. PRL (CONT’D) But Drek let me make one thing clear. PRL takes off his sunglasses, causing the crowd to cheer. He looks right at the camera. PRL I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET! The crowd EXPLODES with cheers! PRL Drek, I’ve still got my guaranteed title shot! And you better believe I will use it soon! So, Stone, hold onto that World Title belt tight, because the day will come when I cash in on my title shot, and Drek, when that day comes…I’M COMING FOR YOU! “YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE PR is still in the World Title hunt! As long as he has that Golden Contract, the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion better keep an eye on him! COACH He’s just gonna blow that title shot like he has blown every other title shot he's ever had! COLE Quiet you. A small “P.R.!” chant starts up again. PR is pacing back and forth in the ring once again. He has put his sunglasses back on. TPR Now then, let’s move on to another subject: Jamie O’ Hara. The crowd greets this name with a mixture of boos and cheers. THA PUERTO RICAN Now, just tell me, what…in the blue hell…is this guy’s problem? Huh? I mean, is he just LOOKING for an ass-kicking? The crowd cheers. Then boos. PRL Doesn’t he realize that when you mess with Tha Puerto Rican, your wrestling career is cut short by about 10 years? I mean, hasn’t he watched me in action? Doesn’t he know what I do to people who piss me off? Doesn’t he remember what I’ve done to people like The Mad Cappa, Leon Rodez, “Shooter” Jay Darring, Blurricane, and Panther? I mean, Jesus Christ man; I thought Colombian Heat was bad, now I’ve got to deal with his white, British, doppelganger! The crowd cheers again, although there are some boos scattered here and there. PUERTO RICAN And you know what’s worst than a walking, talking Hispanic stereotype? A white boy trying to BE a walking, talking Hispanic stereotype. Jamie, stop trying to act like you’re a bad boy thug from the mean streets of Birmingham. I’m sure you’re whiter than Stephen Joseph is! No offense, Popick. So, J-OH, lose the doo-rags, the jive talkin’, and the rap theme music, and leave the thuggin’ and buggin’ to the REAL bad boy of the OAOAST, The Puerto Rican Bad Boy, me! Okay? Okay. The crowd cheers some more. COACH Tha Puerto Rican a bad boy? HA! He’s The Corporate Champion! What kind of thug goes “Corporate”? COLE He’s a Corporate Thug! Like that song by Bizzy Bone. PRL Jamie O’ Hara, don’t think I’m gonna take what happened last week lying down. If you wanna go one-on-one with The Corporate One, be my guest. However, I must warn you, that you are gonna be on the wrong end of a Puerto Rican ass-kicking as I lay the smackdown (PRL does his “lay-the-smackdown" hand gesture) on your poseur-wannabe candy ass! And then, when the smoke has cleared, and the dust has settled, and the millions… CROWD …AND MILLIONS! PRL ANNNNNND MILLIONS of Tha Puerto Rican’s fans are done chanting my name: “P.R.! P.R.! P.R.! P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” PRL When all that has finished, all that will be left is you, Jamie O’ Hara, lying on your back, looking up at the lights, dazed, confused, and beaten, the victim of a Corporate Nightmare, with a note on your chest that says, “I JUST GOT MY ASS BEAT BY THE MOST ELECTRIFYING MAN IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, “THE CORPORATE CHAMPION” THA PUERTO RICAN!” “YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COACH He can talk the talk, but he can’t walk the walk! COLE PRL CAN walk the walk. He’s done more than once! COACH Bandwagon fan. That’s all you are. Just like all these fans here. COLE Hey, what can I say? PRL has won me over! PRL paces back and forth in the ring again. He puts the mic to his lips again. THA PUERTO RICAN And you know what else? I— “I’m A Hustla” by Cassidy begins playing. The crowd responds with a mixed reaction. COACH Aw yeah! Business has picked up Mikey, to be borrow a phrase, because by boy J-OH's not gonna stand for being badmouthed anymore! Not looking best pleased, O'Hara produces a microphone from his back jean pocket... which curiously is on the front, because he's wearing them back to front. Oh, you wacky gangstas you. O'Hara continues to walk down the aisle but stops short of entering the ring as PRL seems to be hoping. O'HARA You know wot... nobody cares, dawg! Nobody wants'ta hear what else you gotta say. It's the same old shit mate, over an' over. Know ya role, smack some arse, I got screwed outta the World Title. Waa waa waa! When you gonna face the facts, eh? You just ain't got wot it takes to be the Champ! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" PRL seems to be struggling with O'Hara accent a little, leaning in closer to get a better earshot. O'HARA You're just a wannabee. An' these people are gettin' sick of seein' your face, 'ear me? You've 'ad years to win that World Title and you ain't done it. Yet ya keep 'angin' round, stinkin' up this show and keepin' straight up Gs like me offa HD! It's about time you stepped aside, geezer. 'Ow many more times you gotta come up short before you recognise that you ain't got shi - ii - iit! “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” COLE I don't think these people agree. COACH So what? O'HARA Ay! Ay, you wankers better shut it right now! I ain't playin'! “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” O'HARA You 'ear that mate, eh? You 'ear that? Tha's pity! They pity you an' tha's just pathetic! PRL No, you know what's pathetic? Some nobody like you making a joke out of one of the biggest names, the brightest stars, THE MOST ELECTRIFYING MAN IN OAOAST HISTO... O'HARA NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH! CRAM IT! Not a fan of being interrupted, Tha Puerto Rican glares down at O'Hara. O'HARA Quit the imitatin' already! J-OH be innovatin', I ain't like you dawg. PRL This coming from THE SINGLE BIGGEST POSER IN WRESTLING HISTORY!? "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" PRL Lemme tell you something, kid. I made my name laying the smackdown on one Eminem wannabee, I sure as hell wouldn't hesitate doing it to you too! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH That's completely inaccurate! PRL Let me ask you one question... who in the hell do you think you are? O'HARA NAH! I ain't fallin' for that, bitch! You know damn well who I... PRL IT DOESN'T MATTER WHO YOU ARE!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Bugging out on the outside, O'Hara furiously yells at the fans around him to stop cheering. To no avail, of course. PRL You are a nothing. You're an insignificant speck in Tha Puerto Rican's universe! You have done nothing in this company, achieved nothing in this business and not earned the right to stand in the same ring as Tha Puerto Rican! How dare you, you little jumped up yob, even contemplate mocking me!? How dare you!? If you so much as look at me the wrong way, I will slap the white right off of your ass! "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH He can't say that! He can not SAY that!! COLE I think he just did. PRL Let me put this in your language, 'holmes'. My nizzle, you stuck your schnizzle in my bizzle, 'fo shizzle. Homeboy, you be straight bugging if you plan on going one-on-one with Tha Puerto Rican. Sunshine, you're straight ill. Because if you try and 'test my gangsta' then I swear, I will lay the smackdizzle down on your ass so bad, you'll make your country's soccer team look half-competent! Oh. No. He. DI'NT!! Soccer reference aside, the crowd are roaring as O'Hara cheeks are slowly beginning to turn red with rage. PRL You, as you might say, have just been SERVED! "YOU GOT SERVED!" "YOU GOT SERVED!" "YOU GOT SERVED!" "YOU GOT SERVED!" PRL THE CHAMP... HAS... SPO - KU... UUUUUUGGHHH!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH YEAH! There we go! COLE It's breaking down in Edmonton! As PRL looks skywards in mid-wrap-up O'Hara spots his opportunity and attack, spearing Tha Puerto Rican down and mounting The Corporate Champion, peppering him with wild right hands! O'Hara is in a rage and chokes away at PRL with his bare hands before going back to the right hands, PRL unable to fend the fiery youngster off. Eventually O'Hara dismounts of his own accord, but only to put the boots to Tha Puerto Rican. PRL tries to pull himself up under the barrage of stomps, but he just can't manage it, everytime he comes close recieving a Nikey right in the side of the ear. “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” Things are turning from bad to worse now as O'Hara pulls one of the chunky chains from around his neck and wraps it around his fist, daring PRL to get back up. PRL is completely oblivious and although the crowd are trying to warn him, he's being measured by The Birmingham Bad Boy, fist cocked, ready to strike... ...until suddenly, here comes STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK TO THE RESCUE!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Wait... here comes some back-up! COACH Are these people actually cheering Popick!? Spotting Popick closing in, O'Hara quickly bails from the ring, just as PRL gets back up. Turning around PRL sees O'Hara running for the hills and tries to follow, but Popick holds him back and tells him now isn't the time. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE O'Hara's getting the hell out of here. He attacked PRL while he wasn't looking but now, he's not feeling so froggy. COACH That's because it's two on one! POPICK HEY! Halfway up the ramp, O'Hara turns around at the sound of Popick's voice. POPICK Hey, kid... don't run too far. Because tonight, you've got ME, one on one! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" POPICK And hey, one more thing... Fuck Me? ... POPICK FUCK YOU! COLE Wow! Jamie O'Hara against Stephen Joseph Popick, later on tonight on HeldDOWN! What a huge match-up that should be! COACH I don't think that's fair, but that's okay, because after tonight J-OH's gonna have a former World Champion's scalp. (FADE) ------------------------------------------- A time-lapse shot of the sun rising over Los Angeles, California leads to a montage of scenes from the most glamourous cities in the world as Dani California by the Red Hot Chili Peppers plays in the background. Think about the opening montage from shows like 90210 or Melrose Place and you get the idea. We then cut to another montage, this time featuring a ruggedly handsome man with long dark hair, his eyes always hidden behind dark sunglasses as he jogs along the beach, then walks along one of the swankier shopping districts, women taking a second look as he walks by. The camera pans up to the blue sky and the scene changes to a cabana, where we pan down to reveal that same man in Bermuda shorts, showing off his tanned and toned torso as he lounges in a tiki chair, a empty drink glass resting on the armrest. He acknowleges the camera with a cocky smirk. MAN I'm James Riggs and the fans of the OAOAST are in for a treat. I'm taking time from enjoying the beaches of Cali to go to your crappy podunk towns so you can get a look at the next great wrestler in this company. (He raises the glass, signaling for a refill) I'm going to show the little people that I am someone to worship, making them wish every single second of their lives that they were anything like me. I'm the envy of men everywhere and the desire of their women. But, sorry ladies..... A pair of shapely legs crosses the frame and a very attractive brunette wearing a red two-piece bikini that would stop traffic hands James a fresh drink before sitting in the chair next to him. They clink glasses. JAMES .....I'm taken. See you soon. Both lean back to sip their drinks and work on their tans as we fade. JAMES RIGGS COMING SOON Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted October 13, 2006 *BbwWbAhmotherfuckerLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!* "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COLE Looks like we're going to be joined by the 24/7 Champion! COACH Aw yeah! When Big Bo's around, everybody gets some action. Even the Coach! That's how cool he is. Bohemoth strolls to the ring with his 24/7 Championship proudly over his shoulder, the perfect accessory to his snappy suit and orange tinted sunglasses. Bo cooly breezes around the ring and towards Sofa Central, Cole and Coach standing to attention because he's so damn cool. Did I mention Bo = cool? Because he does. Setting down his belt, Bo puts on Caboose's headset (remember him?) and sets himself down, just as "Don't Believe The Hype" by Public Enemy hits. COLE We're set to determine the placings in the House Rules Relay and we're joined by Bohemoth here at ringside, good to see you champ. BOHEMOTH Pleasure's all mine guys. COLE This'll be a six team battle royal, meaning when one man is eliminated then his team is gone. The winners here get the first room in the House Rules Relay and the first shot at you Bohemoth. Runners-up get the second room and so on, with the first team eliminated getting room number 6. A very unique concept, as we send it up to Michael Buffer. Cut to the ring, as The South Central Militia have just entered. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, this is the House Rules Relay Ranking, Tag Team Battle Royal! The order of elimination in this match will determine the placings in the House Rules Relay Match, with the winners earning the right to be placed first, with the first team eliminated placing sixth. Introducing the teams... first, from South Central L.A., MARCELLUS "ONE-EYE" WALLACE and VINCENT "WHITEY" FORD... THE SOUTH CENTRAL MMMIIIILLLIIIITTIIIIIIAAAAAA!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The SCM play to the crowd, Wallace taking particular issue with Bohemoth at the announce table. As they do so, "Adrenaline" by Gavin Rossdale hits and the crowd go WILD! Not specifically for one reason, although Biff Atlas does get a great reaction as he steps into view and flexes the biceps. NRG stride out, pointing out a fan laden with NRG merchandise, including the special edition green NRG headband. Limited edition, only $10! COLE Here come the team that instigated all this at World Without End. BOHEMOTH So they're the ones to blame. Gotcha. BUFFER From Venice Beach, California and Fort Lauderdale, Florida respectively, BIFF "SHAMPOO" ATLAS and FLEX PHILLIPS... NUTRITION'S REAL GURUS... N... R... G!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" NRG cautiously enter the ring, with The SCM keeping their distance. For now. *WHIIIR!* *WHIIIR!* "Doctor, doctor, give me the news I've got a bad case of lovin' you No pill's gonna cure my ill I've got a bad case of lovin' you" BUFFER From Chicago, Illinois... DR. MAX ANDERSON and DR. STEVEN PIGLEY... THE LLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOVVEEEEE DOCTOORRRRSSSS!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Bounding out onto the stage, The Doctors of Doctornomics gyrate to the delight of their female patients, providing them with the precription for their loneliness and/or hot flushes. The Docs perform a quick striptease with their lab coats, tossing them aside before jogging to the ring. BOHEMOTH Wow. How would you like these two clowns treating you at your time of need? COLE Who, me? Well, I'd probably enjo... COACH Don't answer. For the love of God don't answer. BOHEMOTH Doctors and nurses, right Mikey? COLE ...male nurses make a valuable contribution to our health service. In slide The Docs as "The Good, the Bad & the Ugly theme" by Ennio Morricone plays. All business, the returning (since when and from where, I'm not sure) Lone Star Gunslingers head straight for the ring. BUFFER From the Lone Star State... BARON WINDELS and "THE TEXAS TWISTER" JOCK MULLIGAN... THE LONE STAR GUUUUUUUN - SSLLLLIIIINNGGEEEEERRRRSSSS!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH And now cowboys, that's all we need. COLE Hey, I'm meterosexual, just like our guest here! BOHEMOTH Right. Just like me. The ring is filling up now with four teams in, all keeping to seperate corners. The Gunslingers exchange some heated words with The South Central Militia briefly, all interrupted by a fiery explosion at the head of the rampway. Orange smoke plumes across the stage with Lamb Of God's "Omerta" playing in the background, creating an ominous entrance for the always intimidating Hell's Hitmen. BUFFER From The Depths Of HELL~!, JINGUS and from Painsville~!, THE SADIST... HHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLL'S... HHHHIIIIITTMMMMMEEEEEEEEENN!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE And assuming you make it to their environment, Bohemoth, you'll have to take on both of these men in one room. Not an exciting prospect. BOHEMOTH I've gotta go through all twelve to win. I'm not overly concerned though. COLE Man you are cool. Into the ring climb the hellish duo, drawing some worried expressions from the other eight men in the ring. JINGUS razzes out his tongue, running his thumb slowly and deliberately across his throat. Biff Atlas freaks and cowers behind his partner. Five teams have entered and now just one remains, "Temperature" by Sean Paul hitting to a giant reaction for the Edmontonians, for the (former) Edmontonian team, The Sk8ter Boiz! Sans dancers, The Boiz seem a little more focused than usual but still find time to play up to their throng of Canadian chicks. BUFFER And finally, proudly raised in EDMONTON, ALBERTA CANADA... "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER ...and now residing in The Real O.C, Laguna Beach California... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" BUFFER ...THE MARV and HELL MEL... THE SSSSSSKK8888TTEEEEEEERRRRRRR BBBOOOOOOIIIIIZZZZZZZ!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE It's been a torrid time recently for The Boiz, longing for the heady days of their World Tag Team Title reign. Maybe a return to their roots here in Edmonton will be the kickstart that they need. Hands slapped and cheeks kissed, just the women naturally, in slide The Boiz. And with all six men in the ring, it doesn't take long for all hell to break loose as the bodies pile into the centre and chaos ensues! *DINGDINGDING!* COLE Here we go! Fists fly from the get-go as the six teams pick up where they left off at World Without End. Mulligan vs. Moe. Vinny vs. Pigley. Flex vs. Anderson. Sadist vs. Windels. JINGUS vs. Mel. And Marv... left to join in with his partner as the twelfth man, Biff Atlas, crouches unseen on the outside of the ring and pleads with the referee to give him a minute to compose himself. That moment won't last long though, as The Sadist lays out Windels and spots Biff on the outside, climbing out of the ring behind the unsuspecting Biff. Biff feigns some warm-ups, busting out some half-hearted jumping jacks. Which become quarter-hearted as the shadow of the 6'9 Sadist looms over him. BIFF Eep. Biff turns and realises he's in trouble, begging off from the bigman. Luckily for him Flex Phillips has spotted his partner's peril and climbs out of the ring, clubbing Sadist from behind with a big double axehandle. Sadist takes it with a smile, so Biff attacks from the front. And he's still smiling. COLE That's plain creepy. Both Biff and Flex are now wailing away on The Sadist on the floor, having little to no effect on the pain loving psycho. Out of desperation, NRG both shoot out a hand and grip Sadist by the throat. But Sadist grabs a goozle right back on both men! Sadist smiles through the chokes he's on the end of, NRG beginning to sink a little as slowly their grips on The Sadist's throat slip loose. Help is soon at hand though as The Marv climbs quickly up the turnbuckles and throws up the "RAWK" hand signal, before soaring off the top and wiping out all three men with a death-defying body-press! COLE Wow! What a dive from The Marv! BOHEMOTH What a dumb move from The Marv. COLE Huh? Sure enough, as Marv pulls himself out of the pile of bodies on the floor, referees across the ring are calling a bemused Hell Mel out of the match! The Edmonton crowd don't like it, but the referees have called it and no amount of fan support will save The Boiz now. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, THE SK8TER BOIZ are eliminated! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE SK8TER BOIZ LEFT: 1st ELIMINATED: Nobody ELIMINATED BY: Nobody ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE A big mistake from The Marv, who apparantly got caught up in the moment. Technically he went over the top, a judgement call from the referees and whether you agree with it or not, The Sk8ter Boiz are gone. COACH So they're number six, right. COLE They will accomodate room number six, meaning they will have to rely on you Bohemoth getting through the other five teams to stand a chance at the 24/7 Title. BOHEMOTH Let's just say, I'm sure they'll get their chance. The arguing Boiz are escorted from ringside as back in the ring the action continues unabated. JINGUS drops to his knees and lays in a blatant choke on the grounded Baron Windels, which is only stopped when his partner Jock Mulligan comes over and starts to gouge away at the bigman's eyes! Meanwhile it's The Love Doctors paired off with The South Central Militia. Big "One Eye", Marcellus Wallace, pounds away on Dr. Pigley in the corner as Anderson and Santana are left to go at it in centre ring. With his street upbringing, it's no surprise that Vinny wins the fist-fight between the two. With Max dazed, Vinny then goes for a Diamond Cutter, only to get pushed off into the ropes. Back comes Vinny with a clothesline, but Dr. Max ducks underneath and lands a dropkick between the shoulder blades which sends "Whitey" lurching forward and over the top rope... ...but Vinny lands a hand on the apron and manages to push himself right back inside before Dr. Anderson can capitalise! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Vincent Santana's reach saved him there, otherwise he was gone! Vinny manages to catch Anderson with a quick jab of the eyes and tries to turn the tables, hoisting Anderson onto the top rope and attempting to dump him out of the battle royal! COLE And now Dr. Anderson's shift in this battle royal might be about to end. COACH Paging Dr. Pigley! Despite that not being an actual page and Dr. Pigley not having his pager to hand in this important battle royal, Steven senses that his partner is in trouble. Weaving away from Marcellus Wallace, Pigley rushes over and pulls Vinny off of his partner, popping him with a quick right hand. A couple more find the mark before Pigley sweeps out the legs. Turning his back on the fallen "Whitey", Pigley then calls on the crowd as he vaults up for a Standing Moonsault... ...but he gets caught in mid-air by JINGUS, who powerbombs Pigley ONTO VINNY!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE The monster with a monstrous powerbomb! Two for the price of one for JINGUS! JINGUS stares down at his stacked up opponents, until Dr. Anderson steps into view. He's quickly disposed of with a big clothesline as here comes Marcellus. He gets a clothesline too though, leaving JINGUS standing tall with only The Lone Star Gunslingers standing. Collecting themselves, the natives of the Lone Star State back off the same set of ropes and as JINGUS turns around, he finds both Windels and Mulligan soaring towards him with a double flying shoulderblock! JINGUS doesn't go off his feet though! The LSG try again, connecting with the shoulderblocks but again just bouncing off the evil bigman as he takes little more than a step back in retreat. Looking at each other in confusion, Jock and Baron aren't sure what to think. So the Gunslingers sling some guns, firing off some imaginary rounds from their imaginary handguns. BOHEMOTH What is it with people and guns around here? Hitting the ropes one more time, The Gunslingers converge on JINGUS like it's the Alamo all over again. JINGUS ducks the double clothesline though and as the Texans turn around, JINGUS swings both his mighty arms down, catching both Gunslingers with one mighty Mongolian Chop! COACH Looks like the Gunslingers were firing blanks! COLE Thats terrible. COACH For you, yeah. COACH That's not what I... nevermind. The Texans are dazed, as JINGUS grabs hold of Baron's head, pitching him up and over the top... ...BUT WINDELS LANDS ON THE APRON!! Meanwhile, JINGUS has gone back on the offence. Grabbing Jock by the arm, JINGUS sends him into a corner with an irish whip. With a head of steam, the bigman then follows in, looking to use his ample backside to crush The Texas Twister in the corner... but NOBODY is home! JINGUS ends up slumped in the corner as Jock rushes into the opposite corner, charging in and nailing JINGUS with a lariat in the corner! He's quickly out of the way though, as Baron Windels sprints in with a corner lariat of his own! COLE Give it to the Gunslingers, they're not intimidated by big JINGUS. They're determined to take it to the monster. Out stumbles JINGUS, as The Gunslingers set him up for a Double Suplex!(?) COLE That's not the way to do it though. BOHEMOTH No kidding. Even being two strapping young cowboys, The Gunslingers can't get JINGUS's three hundred, sixty seven pounds off the canvas. Windels and Mulligan continue to try and suplex the bigman. They make absolutely no headway though, as The South Central Militia watch on. The Los Angeles gangstas contemplate helping out the cowboys against the evil monster from hell (don't you just love the tag division!) for a while, but eventually they take the more expected route, sneaking up behind... ...AND PITCHING THE GUNSLINGERS OVER THE TOP ON ADJACENT SIDES!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE The Guns have been slung! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE LONE STAR GUNSLINGERS LEFT: 2nd ELIMINATED: Nobody ELIMINATED BY: The South Central Militia ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the ring The South Central Milita celebrate their elimination of the Texans... ...A LITTLE TOO EARLY, AS NRG SNEAK IN AND HURL THEM TO THE FLOOR!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA LEFT: 3rd ELIMINATED: The Lone Star Gunslingers ELIMINATED BY: NRG ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE Just like that, we're down to six! Three teams remain and The Gunslingers and The South Central Militia will be sweating on their opportunity at the 24/7 Title in rooms 5 and 4 respectively. BOHEMOTH This is really confusing. COACH You're telling me. Sure enough, The Militia and The Gunslingers' tempers boil over and the four start brawling on the floor! Luckily for the referees they seem to be brawling off towards the back, so they decide to just let them get on with it. Meanwhile, it's down to three teams. NRG don't make the same mistake as The SCM and quickly get their minds back on the action, which basically involves targetting JINGUS. Biff and Flex tee off with alternate right hands on the monster, before sending him into the corner with a double irish whip. Nodding to each other, Biff and Flex then set up in the opposite corner, Flex whipping his partner in with an avalanche! Biff keeps pumping those knees and jogs around in a circular motion back to the corner, while Flex follows in with his avalanche. Same deal, keeping in motion, as Biff comes in with his second avalanche. Flex connects with another avalanche, followed closely by Biff yet once more! Biff then bides his time with some jumping jacks, while Flex runs in to complete NRG's patented Flexercise Regime... *SMACK!* "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...but runs into a big, big, BIG BOOT from The Sadist!! COLE Wow! All that cardio, all for nought! BOHEMOTH At least it was just his face. No damage done. COACH So burned. Blissfully unaware of what's happened behind him, Biff continues to bust out the jumping jacks. As he begins to tire he checks his pulse, apparantly at the right bpm as he turns around...to be confronted by both of Hell's Hitmen. BIFF Biff, bless him, collapses to the canvas in shock. He hasn't quite fainted, allowing him to try and scurry from the ring like the proverbial scolded dog. JINGUS catches him by the leg though and drags Biff back into the centre of the ring. Or, alternatively, the pits of HELL~! The forgotten men in all this are The Love Doctors and they show no favouritism as they drag Flex Phillips back up, setting him on the ropes and trying to dump him out! COLE It doesn't look good for NRG, whichever way you look at it. As Flex struggles to keep his feet on solid canvas, Biff is left with Hell's Hitmen. Biff tries to beg off, but Hell's Hitmen know no mercy. JINGUS fires off a Mongolian Chop, then hands him off to The Sadist who locks on the Cobra Clutch! COLE How about it, a show of wrestling from The Sadist! Biff struggles briefly, but for some reason The Sadist spares him. Releasing the clutch, Sadist instead picks Biff up and drops him with a backbreaker, keeping him pinned over the right knee as JINGUS heaves his mighty frame up onto the middle rope! The crowd seem as shocked as Biff does, eyes popping in fear as JINGUS carefully stands up on the middle rope, the rope buckling scarily (especially for the ring crew) underneath his 347 pounds as he drops off with an elbow, flipping Biff off of Sadist's knee! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE The Desecration Device! COACH They just demolished him! COLE It's not subliminal if you make a pun out of it Coach. COACH Sorry, couldn't resist. Across the ring, Flex has fought off the competition from The Love Doctors. And as The Hell's Hitmen turn, Flex charges, mowing down JINGUS with the Flex Express! Flex takes it to The Sadist with right hands now, as The Docs notice JINGUS down and make their move, stomping away on the prone big guy. Dropping to his knees, Dr. Anderson then holds JINGUS down as Dr. Pigley drops it like it's hot, shaking it like a polaroid picture on the way back up and hitting a textbook Standing Moonsault! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" That puts JINGUS down, but only momentarily, as as soon as Pigley rolls off of him JINGUS sits right back up. Anderson puts him back down with a basement dropkick to the face though, rolling back through to his feet to find a helpful pointer from his partner. Sadist and Flex tussle on the ropes and The Docs nod, rushing over and tipping the tussle over... ...BUT SADIST AND PHILLIPS HANG ON TO THE ROPES!! COLE WOAH! I'm not sure what happens if they both go at the same time. BOHEMOTH Somebody in the back freaks out. COLE Touché. Both hanging on by one arm, Sadist and Flex manage to pull themselves back onto the apron. And despite The Love Doctors lurking, Sadist and Flex start to exchange haymakers on the apron! The Doctors of Doctornomics look rightfully confused but conspire again to rush around into the ropes on the opposite side. They don't make it far though, as they turn around into Biff Atlas and a punch a-piece, left for Max, right for Steven! "BIFF!" Double punch. "BIFF!" Double punch. "BIFF!" Double punch. "BIFF!" Wind-up... "WOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH..." ...and a BIG double punch, putting both the Doctors down!! "BIFF!!" BOHEMOTH That seems familiar. With The Docs down, Biff now points out Sadist and hits the ropes. Charging across the ring Biff looks to bundle Sadist off the apron and to the floor, thus eliminating Hell's Hitmen from the battle royal... ...but Sadist pulls Flex in the way... ...and Biff JUST puts the brakes on in time! BIFF Oh thank Go... *CLUNK!* COLE Double-noggin knocker by The Sadist! Biff collapses backwards as Flex fortunately falls forward, through the middle rope and back inside. Back in climbs The Sadist too, meeting Dr. Steven Pigley coming up with a hard right hand. In charges Dr. Anderson now, connecting with a solid sounding Lariat... but The Sadist stays on his feet and SMILES in Max's face! Freaking out, Max turns tail and tries to deliver a second. But he runs right into JINGUS, who takes him up and down with a 347 pound Samoan Drop!! "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Pigley clambers back to his feet and soon realises the numbers disadvantage he's in. But with the Hitmen closing on him, he decides offence is the best form of defence and charges them. A sidestep and a knee from The Sadist is his reward. JINGUS then applies the iron claw, Sadist wrapping his claw around that of JINGUS' as he and his monstrous partner haul Pigley up by the face and PLANT him with the Double Claw Slam!! COLE That's downright frightening strength! COACH I sure hope Dr. Max specialised in facial recontruction, because his partner might need it after that! Both Love Doctors have been decimated. And there's only one thing left to do now, as JINGUS hauls Dr. Anderson up... ...AND HURLS HIM CLEAN OVER THE TOP, TO THE FLOOR! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Anderson didn't stand a chance after that Samoan Drop. And The Docs are gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE LOVE DOCTORS LEFT: 4th ELIMINATED: Nobody ELIMINATED BY: Hell's Hitmen (Anderson by JINGUS) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For good measure, Sadist pitches out Pigley, leaving just two teams in this battle royal. Hell's Hitmen and a noticeably groggy NRG. Together the Hitmen drag Flex Phillips back to his feet and drag him into the centre of the ring, setting him up for the Double Claw Slam they hit on Pigley moments earlier. Flex is a different prospect from the Doc however and as he's lifted off the canvas, Flex fires out with elbows, connecting with the sides of both Hitmen's heads. Landing safely on his feet, Flex throws a double clothesline. Neither man goes down though, so Flex singles out JINGUS and pins the arm behind the head, setting up for his "Cardio Arrest" Heart Punch. As he rears back though, Sadist catches the arm and applies a Cobra Clutch! COLE Again with that Cobra Clutch! I don't know where Sadist has been in his recent absence and where he would have learnt that, but he's got it applied perfectly! As Flex tries in vain to fight against the sapping submission hold, Biff Atlas rushes in and starts to pepper JINGUS with rights and lefts to the kidneys. From behind, naturally. And naturally, when JINGUS manages to push Biff away and turns face to face Biff isn't quite so brave, begging for his life as JINGUS closes in... *SMACK!* ...but Biff suddenly springs to life and tumbles forward with a Spinning Wheel Kick, knocking JINGUS down against the ropes! With a sudden surge of courage, Biff then lines JINGUS up again, feeding off the support of the Edmonton crowd as he waits for JINGUS to climb back to his feet and then charges in looking for a clothesline... ...JINGUS ducks... ...BUT BIFF HANGS ON AND SAVES HIMSELF FROM ELIMINATION!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" BIFF SAVE ME JEBUS!! Clinging onto the ropes for dear life, Biff struggles to lever himself back onto the apron. JINGUS has virtually ignored Biff's plight though and turns to his partner, Sadist releasing his Cobra Clutch and pushing Flex forward, in order for JINGUS to charge. But Flex sees it coming, ducking his head... ...causing JINGUS to clothesline his partner... ...UP AND OVER THE TOP, TO THE FLOOR!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *DINGDINGDING!* COLE That's it! JINGUS with the miscue and NRG get spot number one in the House Rules Relay! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ HELL'S HITMEN LEFT: 5th ELIMINATED: The Love Doctors ELIMINATED BY: Hell's Hitmen (Sadist by JINGUS) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BUFFER Your winners of the Battle Royal... NUTRITION'S REAL GURUS... N... R... G!!!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NRG TEH WINN0RZ~! ELIMINATED: The South Central Militia ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Biff finally loses his grip on the top rope and plummets to ringside as Flex slides out after him, dragging his partner towards the safety of the backstage area. Which is wise, as JINGUS looks set to kill. NRG celebrate all the same though as Sadist sits up on the outside, glaring up at his partner...and smiling. COLE NRG get room one and the only guaranteed shot at the 24/7 Title, while Hell's Hitmen will have to settle for room number two, which might just be the best spot. They'll get second pickings at you Bohemoth, assuming you make it past NRG. BOHEMOTH No sweat. COLE Well, Bohemoth very confident despite the prospect of twelve men, six teams, waiting on him at House Rules Relay. A man of few words, but much coolness. We'll be back after this break. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted October 13, 2006 God of Thunder hits, and the crowd goes wild as Thunderkid makes his way to the ring. COLE Thunderkid in action up next! Let's go to Michael Buffer! BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, from Green Bay, Wisconsin, weighing in at 250 pounds...THUNDERKID!!!!! TK slides into the ring and poses on the buckles. COLE And this is the first time we've seen TK since the Chamber of Hell at World Without End! BUFFER His opponent...from Portland, Oregon, weighing in at 235 pounds...STEVE HAYES! *jobber reaction* *DING DING DING* TK and Hayes circle the ring and tie up. TK grabs Hayes in a side headlock, then Hayes backs TK into the ropes. Hayes shoves TK off, and TK comes back in with a running shoulder block, knocking Hayes all the way across the ring! Hayes charges, and gets taken down with an armdrag! TK then bars the arm. COACH Well, he's not showing any ill effects from that grueling match! COLE Indeed not, TK looking real sharp here thus far! Hayes gets to his feet, then grabs TK by the hair and backs him into the corner. Hayes lays in a shot to the gut, then a second, but TK quickly turns it around, and delivers shots to the gut, then a BIG European uppercut, which knocks Hayes up and across the ropes! TK then delivers a big overhand shot to the gut, knocking him back down. COLE And he's really working over Steve Hayes here! TK whips Hayes across the ring, and catches him with a PRESS SLAM~! on the way back! TK yells out to the crowd, which cheers him on in return. COLE And still possessing that power! TK delivers a foot to the gut, then backs into the ropes and delivers a swinging neckbreaker! TK then signals for the end, before picking up Hayes, and planting him with the THUNDERBOLT DDT~!!!!!11111 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* BUFFER Here is your winner...THUNDERKID! COLE TK very impressive in his return to action! Let's go to Tony Schiavone up at the podium! TONY All right, thank you, Michael Cole, joining me at this time, back for the first time since World Without End and the Heartland Invitational Chamber of Hell, please welcome Brock Ausstin! Punishment by BIOHAZARD hits, and the crowd boos as Brock makes his way to the podium. COLE And the partisan Canadian crowd letting Brock know how they feel! TONY Brock, I guess my first question is, how do you feel after that grueling match at World Without End? BROCK Schiavone, I'll be honest, I've felt better. I mean, that Mammoth is a monster. So powerful, the way he picked me up and crushed me into the mat...I've never felt anything like it. And then, knowing Alf got one over on me again, it's just been eating at me for the last 11 days now. TONY On the other side of the coin, Alf and his bunch have had a lot of time to gloat at your expense, and I know you're not ready to let it happen. BROCK That's exactly right, Schiavone. I may feel like crap right now, but that doesn't mean I'm going to roll over and lie down. In fact, I'm here to lay out a challenge right here tonight, for Syndicated! *crowd cheers the challenge, but boos Brock's perceived arrogance* COACH Oh, I like where this is headed! BROCK At Syndicated, from Pittsburgh, PA, I want Alf, and his newfound friend the Mammoth, in a tag team match! *crowd cheers* COACH What? BROCK And I've got someone in mind for my partner...but I'll make the announcement at a later date. *crowd boos* TONY Well, there you have it from Brock Ausstin, he didn't beat around the bush, he wants Alfdogg and The Manitoba Mammoth at Syndicated! Let's go back to ringside! COACH Cole, what is Brock thinking? COLE Obviously, he's got some revenge on his mind! COACH Yeah, but who on Earth is he going to find that's going to help him against Alfdogg and the Mammoth in a tag team match? COLE We'll just have to wait until next week to find out! October 28th Check your local listings for channel Tom Sawyer hits, and the crowd ERUPTS as Felix Strutter and Ken Pantera come through the curtains. COLE And here come the Canadians! *DING DING DING* BUFFER The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Making their way down the aisle, accompanied by their manager, Rick Heyross, at a combined weight of 485 pounds...here are KEN PANTERA and FELIX STRUTTER, TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! The Canadians pose on the buckles, then Buffer hands the mike to Felix Strutter. STRUTTER You all know what time it is! *crowd cheers* STRUTTER Get on your feet, Canada! Strutter walks around the ring raising his arms in the air, as the Canadian crowd stands. Rick Heyross stands mid-ring with the Canadian flag, as Pantera stands to his right at the ropes. Strutter hands the mic back to Buffer, and stands to the left of Heyross, by the ropes, as O Canada plays. The anthem finishes playing, and the crowd cheers. BUFFER Their opponents...first, from... The jobbers attack before the bell! COLE Wow, and these guys aren't wasting any time getting down to business! One hammers Strutter, and one hammers Pantera, as they stand next to one another. Both attempt Irish whips, but both are countered, and pulled into STEREO BELLY-TO-BELLYS~! COACH But they're dealing with the best tag team in the World, Cole! The crowd goes crazy, as Pantera clotheslines a jobber to the floor. COLE Well, I think the tag team champions, the Sooner Bruisers, would have something to say about that, but nevertheless, the sneak attack didn't set them back for long! The remaining jobber is sent to the corner, where Pantera charges and hits him with a clothesline! Strutter waits on him to come out, then sets a foot to the gut, and hits the THUNDER BAY THROTTLE~!!! COACH And they're going for it early here! Pantera picks up the jobber and sets him on the top rope, then climbs to the second rope. Strutter climbs to the top right behind the jobber. COLE What are they setting up here? Pantera lifts the jobber and holds him, allowing Strutter to get position on the top, then falls back, as Strutter jumps off, grabbing the feet and sitting out onto his sternum! COLE WOW, what a move that was! Strutter stays on top and grabs the legs... 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* BUFFER Here are your winners...TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! COLE Big win for the home people, Team Canada victorious! We'll be back with The Manitoba Mammoth in action, as well as our main event after this time out. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted October 13, 2006 Speak to Me/Breathe by Pink Floyd plays, and the crowd goes wild again, as "The Manitoba Mammoth" Deon Black walks to the ring, accompanied by Alfdogg. COLE And the Mammoth set for action! Let's go to Michael Buffer! BUFFER The following handicap match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, accompanied by the OAOAST Canadian champion, Alfdogg...hailing from Winnipeg, Manitoba, he weighs in at 518 pounds..."THE MANITOBA MAMMOTH" DEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNN BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLACK!!!!! COLE And this is a 2-on-1 matchup for the Mammoth tonight! BUFFER His opponents...at a total combined weight of 496 pounds...first, hailing from St. Paul, Minnesota...RICK JONES! *jobber reaction* And from Boise, Idaho...KEVIN HARPER! *jobber reaction* *DING DING DING* The jobbers start to circle around Black, as Black tries to keep an eye on both. Both jobbers then move in, and each grab a leg on Black. Black hammers Jones with an elbow to the back of the head, then grabs Harper and delivers a BIG headbutt! COLE And Kevin Harper knocked right to the mat on that one! Black then grabs Jones by the right arm, and pulls him in for a short clothesline! COACH Wow, what a shot! Black moves in on Harper, who has backed into a corner, and hammers away at the face and midsection. COLE And Deon Black, with a flurry being delivered to Kevin Harper! Harper sinks in the corner, as Jones jumps on the back of the Mammoth. Harper then jumps up and hammers from behind, and the duo sets up a double suplex! They can't budge the big man, then Black suplexes both men simultaneously! COACH How about that for a double suplex? COLE Very, very impressive, that goes without saying! Black then picks up Harper, then ducks down underneath Harper's legs, and lifts him in the air, before grabbing him by the ankles, lifting him and slamming him HARD onto the canvas! Harper rolls all the way over onto his stomach! COLE Oh my GOD! Harper may have a broken back here! COACH And now it's Rick Jones's turn! Black then scoops Jones onto his shoulders, and delivers the BLACK RIVER BOMB~!!!111 Cover... 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* Alf grabs the mic from Buffer before he can even make the announcement, and climbs into the ring. ALF So, Brock...you really want more of this? *crowd cheers* ALF Well, to answer your little challenge...YES! We accept! *crowd cheers louder* COACH There it is, Cole! Brock's death warrant has just been signed! ALF Now, I don't know who this poor bastard is that's going to join you in staring at the lights at Syndicated, but you can bet you're both going to get a WHOLE lot more of this! Alf drops the mic to the mat, as Speak to Me/Breathe plays them off. COLE It's on at Syndicated! It's going to be Alf and the Mammoth taking on Brock Ausstin and a partner of his choosing, whomever he may be! Let's go to Josh. Cut backstage, where Alfdogg is seen on his cell phone. Apparently he can't get a hold of whomever he's trying to call. Josh Matthews walks into the room. JOSH Alf, I was interested in your thoughts about Drek Stone's suspension which was announced last week. ALF I fully support the suspension. I froze when I saw what Drek did. It was incredibly offensive at best. I would never support the murder of another wrestler regardless of stable affiliation. I have friends working in the business and based on some rumors they've been telling me recently, I wouldn't take actions like that lightly. I just want the day to be over and will pray for the safety of PRL. Josh pauses, as the smarts in the crowd laugh. JOSH OK...well, you just accepted the challenge of Brock Ausstin for Syndicated, what are your thoughts heading into... Alf's cell phone rings. ALF *pointing at his phone* This is an important call. Get out of here. Josh leaves, as Alf answers the phone. ALF Adam! This is Alf. Look, I've got a little business proposition for you. Alf paces around out of earshot, and then we cut back to the arena. COLE Business proposition? Adam? COACH Beats me. Main event, next! Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted October 13, 2006 The highest rated show in Syndicated television, returns! And this time, it's a 2-Hour Special! OAOAST SYNDICATED~! October 28th, 2006 - Check local listings As we return to HeldDOWN~! it seems we're already in progress, having missed the entrance of a former World Heavyweight Champion. Damn commercials. "It Ain't Over For Me" by Terrence Howard plays in the background as Stephen Joseph Popick stands in the centre of the ring impatiently waiting on his opponent for tonight. Behind him stands his bestest buddy Tha Puerto Rican, eyes also fixed on the entrance way as we go to Michael Buffer. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican! Hailing from Atlanta, Georgia... he weighs two hundred, twenty five pounds... the former OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion, SSSTTEEEEPPHHHEEEEENN... JJJOOOOOOOSSSSEEEEEEEPPHHHHHHH... PPOOOOOOOOPPIIIIIIIIIIIIICCKK!!!! Popick gets a surprisingly mixed reaction, considering his reputation as "The Most Hated Man in the OAOAST"™, but doesn't acknowledge the crowd what-so-ever. COLE Popick is fired up and who can blame him? After what went down last week, with Jamie O'Hara's offhand and off-colour comment towards PRL regarding World Without End, the situation between the two men has done nothing but escalate and now PRL's "Career Consultant" is stepping in to defend the honour of Tha Puerto Rican tonight. COACH Hold up a second. Is he his "Career Consultant" or his house husband? Defending his honour!? COLE Defending his honour. COACH Oh, brother. One loss and suddenly everybody's queing up to dry PRL's tears, someone makes a little quip towards him and everyone is up in arms. Since when did PRL's honour matter to you anyway!? You're such a hypocrite it's untrue. COLE I feel a lot more sympathy for Tha Puerto Rican since World Without End. No-one deserved to be on the end of that sort of situation. As PRL and Popick grow ever more frustrated in the ring, finally someone in the truck cues up the music of Jamie O'Hara. Storming through the entrance doors O'Hara is already talking that garbage as he makes his way down the aisle, Popick having to try and calm PRL down in the ring to convince him not to do anything stupid. BUFFER And his opponent. From Birmingham, England... he weighs one hundred, seventy pounds... "THE BIRMINGHAM BAD BOY"... JJJJAAAAAAAAMMIIIIIEEEEEE... OOOOOOO'HHHHHAAAAAAAARRRRRRAAAAAAAA!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The brash youngster continues to jaw with Popick from the outside, climbing to the apron... but jumping right back down as PRL threatens to attack! O'Hara protests to referee Nick Patrick and demands that he get rid of PRL before he gets into the ring. But PRL isn't going to go without a fight, brushing Patrick away as he dares O'Hara to "bring it". "P - R!" "P - R!" "P - R!" "P - R!" COLE This crowd want to see PRL and O'Hara go at it! COACH Too bad. O'Hara continues to stall as now Stephen Joseph steps in to calm his buddy down. Managing to talk some sense into Tha Puerto Rican, Popick guides PRL out of the ring... ...which allows O'Hara to sneak in and attack from behind!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" *DINGDINGDING!* As the bell is frantically called for, O'Hara lays in some forearms across the back of Stephen Joseph as on the outside PRL struggles to keep his cool, slamming his hands into the apron and complaining to referee Patrick about the sneak attack. There's nothing Patrick can really do now though, as O'Hara turns Popick around and connects with the forearms to the face. COLE O'Hara gets the jump on the former World Champion before the bell and he has no qualms what-so-ever about using shady tactics to gain an advantage. COACH You could say the same about Popick. Or PRL. A series of five forearms back Popick into the ropes, O'Hara sending him off the other side with an irish whip and connecting with a textbook standing dropkick as SJP bounces back. O'Hara plays it up for the fans which further infuriates PRL, yelling at Popick to get back up. And he does just that while O'Hara backs into a corner and waits on him to turn around. Still looking a little dazed, Popick doesn't even attempt an attack as J-OH brushes past him in his way towards the opposite corner of the ring, vaulting to the middle rope and moonsaulting... ...over Popick, who retracts his head just in time. To his credit O'Hara lands on his feet and again talks some smack to the crowd about his superior smarts... *SLAP!* "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" ...but a vicious SLAP upside the head from Popick destroys a few of those precious braincells and sends O'Hara retreating to the floor! COLE Well that ought to put O'Hara in his place! O'Hara whines about the slap on the floor but he doesn't have much time to do so, as PRL starts to stride around ringside in his direction. Quickly Jamie rolls back into the ring, but right into Popick who boots him upside the head, hauling the youngster to his feet and pinning his arms over the top rope... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...for a knifedge chop, lighting up the pasty Brit! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and a second! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" Another chop connects, causing O'Hara to yelp in pain! Popick pulls the arms off the ropes and wrings out the right arm, setting up an irish whip which sends O'Hara hurtling across the ring. Before he hits the opposite ropes though O'Hara tucks and rolls, coming up short of the ropes which brings a big smile to his face. A big smile which is soon wiped off by Popick as he charges in with a clothesline, turning The Birmingham Bad Boy inside out! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE What a clothesline from Popick! He put everything behind that one! COACH What's with all the animosity here? People need to learn how to take a damn joke. COLE How anyone could find what happened at World Without End funny is beyond me. O'Hara crawls to the corner looking for a reprieve, but is followed in by Popick. Pulling O'Hara to his feet, SJ rams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. With another irish whip Popick then looks to send O'Hara into the opposite corner, this time finding no counter from the Brit and charging in after him. However, O'Hara is able to plant his hands on the top rope and floats up and over the on-rushing Stephen Joseph, landing stylishly on his feet and instantly turning to run off the ropes. Popick manages to avoid colliding sternum first with the turnbuckles and turns around, just in time to see O'Hara soaring towards him with a spinning wheel kick and in time to duck underneath, causing O'Hara to crash and burn! COLE There's the veteran experience from the former World Champion. Pulling himself back up, O'Hara stumbles into a boot to the gut from Popick, who quickly wrenches the neck up over his shoulder and drives J-OH down with a Neckbreaker! The lower half of Jamie's body eventually follows, not in time to avoid getting folded up awkwardly on his neck, prompting Popick to make a quick cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Popick slowly drags O'Hara to his feet, popping him with a forearm to the side of the head on the way up. Spinning his man around, Popick then sets up for a back suplex, getting O'Hara up but losing control in mid-air, as O'Hara flips over and lands safely on his feet behind him. Quickly Popick throws a back elbow, but O'Hara ducks that and lands a quick boot to the gut before putting the badmouth on SJ and telling him it's "payback time, bitch". A wrench of the neck sets up the neckbreaker... but Popick reaches up and breaks the grip and instead drops Jamie with another neckbreaker of his own! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" COLE So much for that tactic. Another cover by Popick... 1... 2... No, kickout! Rolling over, Popick now stalks around O'Hara, waiting for him to recover. PRL C'mon Popick, break his damn neck! COACH HEY! Come on, you can't condone that! COLE PR has every right to be angry, Coach. He's the innocent in all this, for once. With his friend's words ringing in his ears Popick creeps up behind O'Hara and applies a Sleeper as he gets back to his feet! "YYEEEEEEAAAA..." As soon as he feels the move sunk in though, O'Hara rushes for the corner and drops to his knees, the momentum sending a helpless Popick lurching forward and face-first into the middle turnbuckle, to the despair of Tha Puerto Rican who stands just inches away on the floor. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COACH There we go! Great leverage move from J-OH! As Popick lies slumped face-down on the middle buckle, up clambers O'Hara, putting the boots to the back of Stephen Joseph before smushing his face into the buckle with a knee! Another knee! And a third, this time pinning down on the back of the head and attempting to smother Popick! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOU - " O'Hara breaks on four, not saving him from a warning from the referee. COLE Last week Jamie O'Hara was on the losing end of the big main event, The Hooligans dropping the 6-Man Tag Team Championships to Team Canada, thanks to The Wildcards. And as much as Popick and PRL have a lot of pent up frustration tonight, Jamie O'Hara must have too. COACH J-OH's always got something pent up! He's always up for a fight, dawg! COLE 'Word.' With the cocky smile back on his face Jamie lets PRL hear it as he backs Popick into the corner, stomping away repeatedly at the midsection before stopping to favour his neck. That almost gives Popick a window back into the match as he comes out of the corner swinging with right hands. But in the midst of the flurry, O'Hara sneakily jabs him in the eyes, unseen by the referee but certainly seen by PRL who leaps to the apron to complain. That only serves to distract Nick Patrick though, allowing O'Hara to slip off one of his Nikey trainers and quickly clock Popick in the face with the heel behind the referee's back! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE He hit him with his shoe! Give me a break! COACH You can kick with the shoe, so why not that? Nothing wrong with that in my book. As PRL's complaints continue to fall on deaf ears he goes back to the floor frustratedly. O'Hara quickly drops the evidence and scrambles on top of Popick with a cover, as Patrick slides into position... 1... 2... Shoulder up! 2 count is confirmed, in doing so Patrick stumbling upon a discarded trainer (or sneaker, whatever). O'Hara innocently claims that it 'fell off' though and puts it back on, while Popick rolls into a corner to pull himself back up. COLE Referee none the wiser. Let's just hope Patrick doesn't see the Nike tick embedded in Popick's forehead. With both shoes back on O'Hara now goes back on the attack, charging across the ring and launching in with a big flying elbow attack in the corner! Bouncing off of Popick, O'Hara taunts PRL and almost luring him back into onto the apron, The Corporate Champion barely keeping his cool as O'Hara launches in with a Stinger Splash to again crush Popick in the buckles. COLE That's one of PRL's moves! COACH He's got too many moves. Anyway, technically it's Sting's move. A snapmare puts Popick flat on his back now as O'Hara fiddles with his trainers, checking they're properly on before springing up off the canvas and twisting through mid-air with a STANDING CORKSCREW SENTON SPLASH!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH OH! OH! OH! OH! COLE Impressive acrobatics from Jamie O'Hara! Popick rolls around kicking his feet as O'Hara teases PRL and tells him plain and simple, "you can't do that, boi!", before following up with the cover... 1... 2... ...two count only! COLE That was a bit of a rookie mistake there, taking far too long to follow up with the pinfall attempt. COACH Doesn't matter. J-OH's got it all in hand, trust me. COLE I'd be surprised if your own mother trusted you. And she doesn't know what you get up to after he shows either. A little annoyed with the count, O'Hara follows up with a STANDING 450 SPLASH, right into the cover again... 1... 2... NO! O'HARA You gotta be shittin' me ref! COLE I remember when we used to be a family show. Those were the days. With more stomps O'Hara looks to soften Popick up as he struggles back up to his feet, finding himself caught in a front facelock as Jamie sets up for a vertical suplex. Even with a wide bade O'Hara can't get Popick up though, the former World Champion blocking the lift. O'Hara tries again, but again Popick blocks. Third time is usually the charm. But not on this occassion as Popick suddenly gets a grip on O'Hara's baggy pants and hoists him clean into the air, throwing him forward and gut-first over the top ring rope!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" O'Hara lays hung half in, half out over the top as Popick falls to his ass, catching a quick chance to collect himself. COLE O'Hara has been hung out to dry and the tide in this match may just have turned. COACH That can't be legal, can it? COLE No less legal than hitting someone with your shoe. "PO - PICK!" "PO - PICK!" "PO - PICK!" "PO - PICK!" COLE Wow, how surreal is that chant? With PRL's support bringing the crowd behind him, Popick moves in O'Hara and hooks him up, taking him off the rope with a suplex back inside! He then floats over, right into the cover... 1... 2... ...but O'Hara kicks out! Back up, Popick pulls O'Hara up to face him before popping him with a right hand. Another. Three, four, five... and a big sixth, O'Hara slumping backwards, the ropes the only thing holding him up now. Popick grabs the arm and launches O'Hara across with another irish whip now, picking him up on the rebound and jarring him with a quick Inverted Atomic Drop, centre ring. Off the ropes comes Popick as O'Hara favours his lower regions and he takes O'Hara over with a Swinging Neckbreaker, the quick combo setting up another pinfall attempt... 1... 2... Kickout again! COLE Popick is building the momentum here and I still can't get over it... the crowd seem to be on Popick's side. COACH Pity is such a pathetic thing, huh? On the outside PRL looks on anxiously, chomping at the bit and wishing he could get involved in the match. Legally, that is. For now it's down to Popick though as he sets O'Hara up, spiking him across the knee with a regular atomic drop. Sweeping out the legs, Popick then hooks O'Hara in a wheelbarrow and looks for the suplex, flipping O'Hara up... ...but all the way over, O'Hara somersaulting behind Popick and landing on his knees behind. Before Popick knows what's happened O'Hara then gives him a shove in the rear, sending him sprawling forward and sternum first into the turnbuckles! Back stumbles Stephen Joseph and O'Hara tugs him down into a quick schoolboy roll-up, stacking SJP up his shoulders... 1... ...O'HARA GRABS THE TIGHTS... 2... NOOOO!! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" O'HARA YOU WOT!? O'Hara takes issue with the count, while PRL takes issue with the illegal tights pulling. All this issue taking threatens to turn hostile, so Patrick orders everyone to calm themselves down. COLE O'Hara almost stole one there! COACH He almost beat a former World Champion is what he did. COLE With the tights. COACH So what? Back on the offence, O'Hara connects with a series of forearms on Popick to set him up for an irish whip. That tactic doesn't work though as Popick reverses out of the whip and pulls O'Hara in, landing a knee to the gut and locking on a full nelson from the front. Grabbing the throat, Popick then lifts O'Hara up for the Synchronicity Bomb... ...O'Hara tries to counter with a 'rana... ...but Popick pushes him off. Flipping onto his feet O'Hara safely lands in front of Popick with tremendous agility. Popick stuns O'Hara with a boot though, hooking on the front full nelson again and HITTING the Synchronicity Bomb!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Got him that time! 1... 2... NO, KICKOUT!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH Yeah, c'mon J! COLE Kickout at two from O'Hara and you can feel the frustration radiating off of PRL! COACH And Popick. Rolling back to his feet, Popick contemplates going up to the top rope, but at that moment O'Hara lunges forward with a punch to the gut and changes his priorities a little. Popick drops the point of the elbow into the back of The Birmingham Bad Boy's neck, not once but twice, before hoisting him up... *SLA - AP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and hitting a big double chop to the chest! Down goes O'Hara, gasping for air, as Popick gives the signal that it's OVAH~! POPICK FALLEN ANGEL! "YYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" COLE Christopher Daniels not in the building tonight, to the best of my knowledge, which leaves just one option. Popick's looking to end it here. COACH I still don't get the cheering. With PRL encouraging him to get on with it, Popick pulls O'Hara up with a front facelock applied, throwing the arm over and setting for the lift. O'Hara tries to fight out with some sharp jabs to the gut, but Popick fires back with some jabs of his own. And Popick's jabs do the job, softening J-OH up again. Grabbing the waistband of the track pants Stephen Joseph sets again and lifts O'Hara up, up, until O'Hara is completely vertical... BUT O'HARA SLAMS HIS KNEE INTO POPICK'S HEAD! COLE OH! What a counter! O'Hara lands on his feet and spins out of the loose front facelock, leaping up... *SMACK!* ...and connecting with a Step-Up Enziguri! Popick stumbles and staggers but manages to stay on his feet somehow, albeit with a far-away look in his eyes. Quick as a flash O'Hara scrambles to the corner and up to the middle rope, soaring off with a front Missile Dropkick between the shoulder blades of Popick that sends him uncontrollably flying forward, unable to come to a stop before colliding with the middle turnbuckle on the other side of the ring! "OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Second time in the match that Stephen Joseph has eaten that middle turnbuckle! Out of the corner wanders Popick, getting bypassed by O'Hara. With ease O'Hara vaults to the middle rope and moonsaults back overhead, this time catching Popick's head on the way over for the Inverted DDT... ...but Popick CATCHES HIM... ...and runs him into the turnbuckles spine-first, before turning back centre ring and planting him with a Running Powerslam!! "YYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE Oklahoma Stampede!? COACH Can Popick even spell Oklahoma? Despite being clearly dazed, Popick has enough wits about him to hear PRL's calls and drop on top of O'Hara with the cover... 1... 2... 3- -KICKOUT! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Wow, that was mighty close there! Popick climbs back up with O'Hara in hand, but O'Hara lands a punch that looks suspiciously low, which turns the tables in a hurry. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Ooh! The referee looked out of position there! COACH It was above the belt, don't worry. Not agreeing is PRL and he leaps up to the apron to complain to referee Nick Patrick, while O'Hara sets Popick up. As he sees PRL on the apron though O'Hara changes his mind and quickly switches, pulling Stephen Joseph around with him and irish whipping him across the ring... ...reversal... ...reversal again...and Popick collides with PRL!! "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" PRL takes a spill to the floor as out stumbles Popick, into another irish whip by O'Hara... ...NO, reversal again! O'Hara bounces back and Popick swings with a clothesline, O'Hara ducking underneath and keeping his run going. On the rebound O'Hara ducks underneath another high swing from SJP and again hits the ropes. Popick is the one to evade this time though as he leapfrogs over top, O'Hara making another trip across the ring and rebounding back. Already a step ahead, up goes Popick for the leapfrog again. O'Hara is a step ahead of the step ahead however and slides to a halt underneath... ...AND POPICK COMES DOWN CROTCH-FIRST INTO O'HARA'S RAISED BOOT!! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE HEY! HEY! COACH That looked accidental... Popick doubles over clutching his crotch as O'Hara quickly shuffles around and executes a small package... 1... COLE No... 2... COLE No... 3!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" *DINGDINGDING!* COLE DAMNIT! He stole it! COACH He pinned the former World Champion! The crowd don't like it, understandably, as Patrick sticks by his judgement call to rule the lowblow unintentional and signals for the bell. BUFFER Your winner of this contest... JJAAAAMMMMIIIIEEEE... OOOOOO'HHAAARRRAAAAAAAA!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" With a smug smile on his face O'Hara accepts the handraise from the referee... ...but that smile is short-lived, as PRL re-enters the ring and tackles him to the canvas, mounting O'Hara and peppering him with furious right hands!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE PRL HAS SNAPPED! *DINGDINGDING!* The bell sounds and as usual, it does no good as PRL continues to lay the smackdown on O'Hara! Standing up from the mount position, PRL lays in the shaky leg kicks with the crowd solidly behind him, piefacing referee Nick Patrick down as he tries to intervene. *DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!* Grabbing O'Hara by his scruffy vesttop PRL pulls O'Hara up, shaking him around a little before ducking under-arm and PLANTING HIM WITH THE LATIN SLAM!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Latin Slam by PRL! COACH This is uncalled for! This is unf'ncalled for!! COLE Paybacks are a bitch for Jamie O'Hara! PRL looks down at O'Hara after the Latin Slam in satisfaction... and lays in the shaky leg kicks again!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!* COACH Come on, get some people out here! Stop this! The kicks keep raining down and start to send O'Hara across the ring, eventually stomping O'Hara across and all the way out of the ring as he finally manages to get away. PRL thinks about following but O'Hara is scrambling towards the back, so the fired up Puerto Rican climbs to the middle rope and watching The Birmingham Bad Boy retreat. COLE O'Hara picks up the win, maybe the biggest win of his career, but in the end it's PRL who gets the glory at the end of this night! The Birmingham Bad Boy has been sent scurrying for cover and I think that was just a taster. I've got to believe that somewhere down the line, PRL wants Jamie O'Hara and he wants some complete payback! That's gonna do it for us this week; for the Coach, I'm Michael Cole, goodnight from Edmonton! Fade to Black Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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