KingPK 0 Report post Posted October 27, 2006 BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! B-O-O-O-O-M!!!! Into the arena in Cincinatti, Ohio we go for another episode of HeldDOWN~! 14,000+ are packed in and ready for the flagship show of the OAOAST. To Sofa Central! COLE We are less than 48 hours away from our OAOAST Syndicated special, a show that is getting the buzz of one of our pay-per-view events, but it will be FREE of charge for all our fans around this world! Coach, you ready? COACH Why should I be ready for a show that I'm not getting a damn paycheck for? COLE I meant for tonight's show. COACH Oh, uh...YEAH!! WHOOOOOOO, e-fed wrestling! COLE Tonight we will hear from the participants in the big main event of Syndicated, WarGames! Zack Malibu, Bruce Blank and their teammates have been gearing up all week for The Match Beyond, one that should finally settle this long-running feud. COACH Tonight, we're also going to have the long-awaited WORLD PREMIERE preview of the man who has the Coach peeing himself in anticipation for his debut this Saturday, James Riggs! COLE That's just because he has a hot woman following him around, isn't it? COACH I said I was peeing myself, not ji..... COLE HEY! Let's go to the ring to kick things off! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! In the ring, from Jacksonville, Florida. Weighing one hundred, eighty six pounds, VAUGHN PARKER! The unknown gets the dreaded jobber reception, which is cut short as the drumbeat opening to "Fix Up, Look Sharp" by Dizzee Rascal slams through the arena. After a moment of confusion, the doors open and the crowd are finally filled in- it's new theme music, for Jamie O'Hara, who gets just the same reaction he did with his old music. That being boos aplenty. BUFFER And, introducing his opponent. From Birmingham England, he weighs one hundred and seventy pounds... "THE BIRMINGHAM BAD BOY"... JJJAAAAAAMMMIIIIIIEEEEEE... O'HHHAAAAAAAARRRRRRAAAAAAAAAA!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE We're back on HeldDOWN~! and set for action, with The Birmingham Bad Boy in Syndicated warm-up action. And it could be valuable action, because he's heading into perhaps the biggest test of his career in just two days time, taking on Tha Puerto Rican one on one. COACH He doesn't need no warming up Mikey. My boy's all fired up from last week and that horrible attempt at rapping by 'M.C Lightning'. COLE I thought it was pretty good myself. COACH It was cringeworthy. COLE Well in any event, rumour has it that PRL has something special planned for Jamie tonight, on the eve of their big Syndicated clash. So O'Hara best be on his toes here. Into the ring vaults O'Hara, ignoring his young opponent and climbing onto the ropes to taunt the fans. That seems to lure Parker into a false sense of security, as he goes through some warm-ups in his corner. But sure enough, O'Hara takes advantage of the back being turned as he leaps down from the ropes and charges with a dropkick from behind, sending Parker sprawling face-first into the turnbuckles!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Cheapshot by O'Hara, before the bell even rung! COACH I told you he was fired up. *DINGDINGDING!* O'Hara puts the boots to Parker in the corner, ignoring the protests of the referee. Planting a foot on the bottom rope, O'Hara then springs up and comes down with a kneedrop. A second. And a third, all finding their home in the rookie's back and neck area. Springing up off the bottom rope for a fourth time, O'Hara tucks and rolls, landing with a Somersault Kneedrop this time showing off his amazing agility. COLE Not many people use the bottom rope for aerial tactics. COACH Not many people are as agile as J-OH. Infact, nobody is! Pulling Parker back up, O'Hara sets his man in the corner. A couple of kicks find the mark before O'Hara looks to whip Parker into the opposite corner. Parker is able to reverse the whip, sending J-OH for the ride. But O'Hara is able to grab the top rope and push up and out, floating over the charging Parker. Parker takes the buckles chest first and comes stumbling out, right into a Hurricanrana! Right back up comes O'Hara and true to from he's quick to point out just how great his last move was while he waits for Parker to stumble back up. Backing into the corner behind him, O'Hara now sets himself up on the middle rope. And as Parker finds his feet, he turns right into the path of the tumbling SuperJay, catching the head on the way over and hitting the Blockbuster!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Oh, SNAP! Parker ends up, in true jobber style, taking a ridiculously horrific landing right on the top of his head and goes rolling over onto his front. Which in turn gives Jamie time to jaw with the crowd. COLE There's that big mouth on this kid, exactly what got him into trouble with PRL in the first place. Eventually O'Hara helps the lifeless Parker back up to his feet, landing a quick forearm. That doesn't have too much behind it, but the damage has already been done, so Parker is still weary enough to be snap suplexed to the canvas. O'HARA TIME TO CURBSTOMP THIS MUTHA! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH I hope PRL's watching, because he's about to get a demonstration of how they do on the bad streets of Birmingham! Parker is helpless now as O'Hara steps through the legs, folding them up and turning the hapless youngster over onto his front. With a couple of quick jabs into the ribs O'Hara then takes the arms and pulls Parker up in a surfboard, just enough so that his face hovers precariously over the mat... ...BEFORE STOMPING IT INTO THE CANVAS!!! COACH CURBSTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMP~! 1... 2... 3!! *DINGDINGDING!* BUFFER Here is your winner... JAMIE O'HARA! There's no time for a lengthy announcement, as no sooner has the three been counted, O'Hara is scrambling over the ring and demanding the microphone. O'HARA Oi! Oi! OI, SHUT YA GOBS WOULDYA!? "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" O'HARA Hey, Grease Lightning! I really 'ope you were watchin' that, 'coz now you know exactly what you're gon'get come Saturday night. See, I saw that little 'rap' you threw down last week, prick. Yeh, I saw ya. You think that impressed The Birmingham Bad Boy? Heeeeeeells no, fool! You must be straight buggin' mate. Whine, whine, whine. Boo bloody hoo! The reason you got picked on in school is coz you were a loser, just like you'z a loser now, bitch! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Owned! COLE I believe you mean 'pwned'. O'HARA An' all that crap about you bein' from the streets, you think you foolin' anyone? Puhlease! Puhlease! You 'The Corporate Champion'. You'z got ya limos, ya fancy hotels, ya fancy clothes. 'Mr Corporate'. 'Mr Merchadise'. 'Mr Catchphrase'. You a sellout! A sellout geez! You don't know street, you don't know hard times, you don't know J-OH mistah bigshot superstar! You ain't no bad boy! I'm bad to the bone! And I'm'a break yo bones on Saturday night, cause THAT'S HOW WE DO! "P . R!" "P . R!" "P . R!" "P . R!" O'HARA Yo, Mr Comedy Kid, listen up! It ain't gonna be no 'rap battle'. It ain't gonna be some breakdancin' competition. THIS AIN'T NO GIMMICK, BITCH! THIS AIN'T NO STEREOTYPE! I'M'A SHOW YOU REAL! HOOLIGANZ STYLE! Fired up, O'Hara throws his bandana aside. O'HARA An' PR, I just wanna give you one more thing ta think 'bout, mate. When you'z makin' that long arse entrance you always do, take a look. Take a long look an' look inta my eyes. Coz, you know I'm just gonna be thinkin' one thing... ...DO I GOTTA CURBSTOMP A MUTHAFUCKER!?!?! "Fix Up, Look Sharp" hits once more as O'Hara throws down the mic and storms off towards the back, still jawing even after that tirade. COACH Yeah! Damn right J-OH, that's damn right! Whatchu got to say now Mikey, huh? COLE Just... give me a minute. I'm waiting on a translation. COACH Wha? Don't be hatin', fool! COLE ...no, now you've gone too. PRL versus Jamie O'Hara, Syndicated, Saturday. That's the jist of it I guess. We'll be back with more, hopefully in English. Intelligable English. *Commercial Break* Three yellow lights shine down on the entrance ramp as Sean Paul's "Temperature" hits. Attractive male and female dancers, clad in costume army fatigues, dance on both sides of the entrance doors as two green pyro rockets shoot out from the area next to the ramp. The doors slide open and out come the Sk8er Boiz! The twins high five each other and fans lining the aisles on their way to the squared circle. * DING DING DING * BUFFER Wrestling fans, the following NON-TITLE match is set for one fall. Making their way to the ring...from Laguna Beach, California, at a total combine weight of 380 pounds...THE MARV and HELL MEL, the SK8TER BOIZ! "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE It should be noted this bout was originally scheduled to occur last week, but due to transportion problems the Boiz were unable to appear so OAOAST officials decided to give their title shot to the #9 ranked Los Diablos de Fuego instead. An unfortunate break for a team who got them all during their amazing title run last year. COACH Not only do they miss a payday but they lose their title shot as well. Comedy at its finest. Too bad they didn't think of stakeboarding to the arena, since that's all they seem to be good at nowadays. "Frankenstein" hits and gone are the overwhelming cheers from last week, replaced by angry mobs of teenyboppers booing at the top of their lungs. COLE The Sooner Bruisers coming off a successful title defense last week, their first since winning the titles from Black T at Angleslam. COACH And have already equaled the amount of title defenses during the entire reign of Black T. COLE We've gone over that before, with Dan Black nursing a nagging hamstring injury. We also saw the champions get into a confrontation with Team Canada over who really is the best tag team in wrestling today. I, like many, feel that title belongs to the Sooner Bruisers because they hold the gold, the OAOAST tag team championship of the world. BUFFER And their opponents...from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, 525 pounds, the reigning heavyweight tag team champions of the world...Big Frank and Uber Bruiser, THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUU--! Buffer high-tails it as the Bruisers storm the ring and the Sk8ter Boiz. Uber using Marv's own stripe tie to STRANGLE him, while Big Frank hammers Mel in the corner. And a good thing he chose to wear black boxers under his dangerously low rise jeans, because all his bodily fuctions may have been lost due to the brutal forearm smashes delivered by Frank, who then SLAMS HIM OVER THE TOP TO THE FLOOR!! COLE The Sooner Bruisers showing absolutely no respect towards their opponents, former tag titleholders themselves. COACH The rules are pretty simple. Only two men can be in the ring at once. Frank wasn't going to let his brother be double-teamed by the Sk8ter Boiz. If he had to go, so did Mel. It's not his fault Charles Robinson is ineffective at his job. * DING * The bell sounds and the match is officially underway. Uber snapmares Marv by the tie, then drops the leg across the chest before making the cover. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Uber sends Marv face-first into brother Frank's knee. The Man of Tomorrow steps in after a tag and yanks off Marv's navy blazer, which he then uses to choke the life out of the Sk8ter Boi! Marv kicks his arms and legs out, gasping for air. Frank ignoring numerous warnings from referee Charles Robinson, breaking only at the very last second to avoid disqualification. Then he muscles Marv above and slams him to the mat, following up with a big elbow! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! For the second time in as many weeks Frank breaks his own pinfall in favor of dishing out more punishment. Frank humiliates Marv in front of thousands in attendence and family and friends watching on television, slapping him around and grinding the forearm into the side of the face insultingly. COLE The Sooner Bruisers are nothing more than bullies. Yes, they're excellent wrestlers, but their attitudes leave a lot to be desired. The Bruisers steal a page out of the Anderson family playbook, as Frank uses his own brother as a weapon, smacking Marv and Uber's heads together! Uber tagged back in, and the Psycho Gremlin wastes no time unloading on The Marv, sending him into the ropes and over on the rebound with a powerslam! ONE... TWO... THREE--KICKOUT! "YEEEEAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE There you go, young man. Keep fighting! Uber and Big Frank are more amused than anything by Marv's fire. The Marv displaying a bit of the spirit he and brother Mel had as tag champions. Mel just now returning to the apron, removing his mink coat in the process, after being dropped from the ring to the arena floor. Uber stomps Marv hard in the chest and lifts him up by the hair, whipping the youngster to the far corner before charging in out of a 3-point stance...but Marv moves and Uber crashes his shoulder into the middle turnbuckle! COLE That may be the break the Boiz needed to get back in this match, Coach. Remember, it was a string of breaks that propelled the Sk8ter Boiz to the tag team championship in 2005. Perhaps they can capture lightning in a bottle once again. COACH I seriously doubt that. They never faced a team as physically dominate as the Sooner Bruisers when lady luck was riding on their side. After a shaky start the Boiz finally get some offense of their own going. The Boiz utilize a series of quick tags to wring the arm and drop axe handle smashes onto it. Armdrag takeover puts Uber on his back, allowing Mel to repeatedly drive the knee into the outstretched arm of the Psycho Gremlin. Uber refuses to stay on the seat of his pants and rises to his feet, needing only one SOONERLINE to knock Mel off his his! But Mel has the presence of mind to wrap his legs around Uber's foot to keep him isolated in the Boiz corner. He reaches up and tags Marv in. Uber trying to scratch and claw his way to Frank, giving The Marv a clear shot at his arm...SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP! COLE Uber writhing in pain, clutching his arm closely to his chest. A sight fans have become accustomed to seeing from opponents of the Sooner Bruisers. Oh, here we go. Marv rolling Uber onto his back, hooking the leg! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! The Marv calls Hell Mel in. Double suplex coming up, but Uber blocks it and takes both guys up for a ride...but the Boiz answer back and counter with a DOUBLE DDT! Big Frank gets involved, missing a Soonerline and possibily finding himself missing some teeth after a double dropkick! Marv and Mel climb to the top and fly, drilling the Bruisers with stereo CROSS BODYBLOCKS! COACH The Boiz on the verge of upsetting another set of tag champions! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! The Bruisers kickout with authority, pressing the Boiz over the referee. The Boiz and Bruisers pair off in the corner. Marv and Mel go up to the second rope and hammer away... 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10! ...then jump back down and shoot the Sooners in towards each other...but Frank reverses and Marv runs right into the arms of Uber and a partial OKLAHOMA STAMPEDE! Frank ends any hopes Mel has of breaking up the pin, grabbing him from behind and hitting the 69 DRIVER! ONE... TWO... THREE! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" * DING DING DING * BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners, the OAOAST World tag team champions...THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUUUISERS! The Boiz do a stretcher job. Marv pointing to his ribs as EMTs place a neck brace on an unconscious Mel, all while the Sooner Bruisers pose over them. COLE The Sooner Bruisers prove yet again why they are the best tag team in the world today. We saw it last week and again tonight. They can end the match at any moment. COACH Impressive is the world you're looking for, Mikey. The most physcially dominating team in OAOAST history. We cut backstage to Bill Watts relaxing at his desk in his office. With his prized cowboy hat on his head and his spurred boots calmly resting on a wooden footstool, Bill couldn’t possibly look any more comfortable. Of course, it only takes one man to ruin that tranquility. And this week…that man will be Drek Stone. The crowd explodes into a frenzy of jeers as the Heavyweight Champion bursts into the President's office and swats Bill's feet off the table. DREK Okay, I think we should end the games now. Not letting Drek's rude arrival phase him, Watts looks up from his seat with a confident grin on his face. WATTS I don't know anything about games, Mr. Stone. I don't see a Twister mat anywhere, do you? DREK Yeah, cute, Bill. This ain't a game of Candy-Land and you ain't King Kandy. You've been messing around with my Heavyweight Title the past few weeks. I keep hearing rumors about how you have this big, huge match planned for November Reign…but I haven't heard a damn detail about it. WATTS Well, maybe if you showed up to an episode of HeldDown once in a while, you would. DREK Oh no, don't even give me that. The first week, you had me suspended because YOU didn't like the way I defended the title. You couldn't understand what it was to be a fighting World Heavyweight Champion because, let's face it, you never were one yourself. So whether you suspended me because you had a weak stomach or you were jealous of my success, I don't know. The second week, I come here all ready to burst out of the gate and send the ratings soaring. And what do you do? Send a bunch of reporters after me to ask me about Zack Malibu. I didn't like the unprofessionality, so I split. But that was two weeks I was ready to go and you didn't let me. WATTS And last week? DREK Hey, I was at Shea Stadium for Game 7 of the Mets/Cards series. You think I would skip THAT so I could come here and watch Dance Dance Dragon bust a move? Think again. You all had no shot of booking me that week. WATTS Ah, yes. The Mets game. How'd they do, by the way? I didn't catch the final score. Drek grimaces slightly as Watts smiles, pleased with his jab. DREK The day Major League Baseball gets an Oklahoma team I can mock, let me know. But let's cut all the chatter here. I want to know what I'm in for at November Reign. And I want to know NOW. Drek knocks a large stack of papers off Bill's desk, scattering the sheets all over the office. Now Watts starts to widen his eyes a little, clearly getting annoyed with Drek's tantrum. DREK The next thing I'll do is punch a hole in your ten-gallon hat, I swear to God. You ready to talk to me? WATTS Drek, I don't need to talk to you. The exclusive Pay-Per-View advertisement for November Reign will debut on television sometime...oh, let's see...in the next thirty seconds. If I were you, I'd find a TV and watch. Quickly. Then you can see what I have planned along with the rest of the world. With a chuckle, Drek turns to leave. DREK Cute. I guess I'll just mosey on over to a TV now. I can't wait to see what underwhelming challenge you planned for me this time. Coincidentally enough, directly outside the office of Bill Watts is a collection of OAOAST superstars watching tonight's HeldDown on a big-screen television. All the big names are here! Biff 'Shampoo' Atlas. Jumbo. The Marv! And now Drek Stone! The camera cuts back to Double CC at the broadcast booth. COLE ...well, I guess we're going to commercial now. COACH What a good idea. Folks, this is the exclusive advertisement for November Reign. I don't even know what Mr. Watts has here! Enjoy! ************************* Dark, ominous music immediately begins playing as we watch storm clouds gather in the distance. VOICEOVER You thought you saw it all. The scene fades into a black-and-white montage of clips. VOICEOVER Steel cage matches. CLIP: AngleSault diving off the top of a steel cage with an Anglesault onto Tony Brannigan. VOICEOVER Hell-in-the-Cell. CLIP: Drek Stone giving the Mad Cappa a slingshot suplex into a side panel of a Hell-in-the-Cell structure. VOICEOVER The Elimination Chamber. CLIP: Sly Sommers giving Drek Stone a superplex off the top rope – but onto the steel grating on the outside of the ring! VOICEOVER The Survive or Surrender Thunderdome. CLIP: Crystal making Zack Malibu tap out to the Crystalling in the center of the ring. VOICEOVER War Games. CLIP: Zack Malibu grabbing AJ Flaire by his hair and tossing him into the wall of the cage. VOICEOVER But you haven't seen anything yet. The camera flashes to a shot of a Hell-in-the-Cell structure. VOICEOVER You haven't seen one cage... The shot quickly peels back to catch a second cage piled on top of the first. Various weapons ranging from steel chairs to fluorescent lighttubes are strewn all around the steel walls. VOICEOVER ...on top of another cage... Once again, the shot peels back to a final cage placed on top of the other two. Yet this cage has the walls wrapped with vicious razor-sharp barbed wire. VOICEOVER ...on top of another cage. The camera flashes a final time to see the Heavyweight Title dangling above this monstrous structure. VOICEOVER For the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title. We see a close-up shot of the championship belt. VOICEOVER Eighty feet high. The camera pans to the steel mesh once again. VOICEOVER Ten tons of steel. We spot a shovel hanging against the wall of the second cage. VOICEOVER Eight men will compete. Closeup shot of a ladder set-up at the center of the ring in the bottom cage. VOICEOVER For the richest prize in our industry. Another frame of the barbed wire gripping the walls of the third cage. VOICEOVER For the first time ever. Mysterious screams are heard, but from who, we don't know. VOICEOVER And maybe the last. A shot of blood dripping through the iron bars. VOICEOVER It's the Triple Cage match! The camera slowly fades to black. VOICEOVER At November Reign. We finally stop at a final screen to advertise the Pay-Per-View. NOVEMBER REIGN NOVEMBER 26th, 2006 LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW! ************************* The scene comes back to Drek Stone staring wide-eyed at the television, almost too shocked to speak. The Marv slowly tip-toes away, followed by Jumbo doing his best to do the same. The Heavyweight Champion starts taking deep breaths, trying to do anything to calm himself. Finally he gives up. Something in him snaps and he turns back towards the office of Bill Watts. With rage building in his throat, he starts stomping over to the President...who quickly locks his door. Outraged, Drek charges forward and pounds mightily against the oak door, screaming for Watts to let him in. DREK OPEN THE DOOR, WATTS! OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR! *BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!* DREK YOU DON'T WANT TO DO THIS, BILL! OPEN THE DOOR!! Drek grips the doorknob and tries forcing it open but, once that fails, he kicks the door powerfully. But still it remains strong. DREK I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS, WATTS! OH YOU BETTER BELIEVE I WILL! But refusing to give into Drek’s threats, Watts leaves the door shut. DREK I'LL….OPEN THE DOOR!! LET ME IN THE DAMN ROOM!! I'LL KILL YOU, I SWEAR I WILL! Drek bends over a bit to catch his breath and the camera tries to get a close shot of his face, but Drek shoots erect, putting his hand on the lens and pushing the cameraman off balance. DREK GET THAT GODDAMN THING OUT OF MY GODDAMN FACE! Drek storms off as we fade to commercial. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted October 27, 2006 COLE We're back on HeldDOWN everybody, and as we return live, the fans are still buzzing over that BLOCKBUSTER announcement we just heard before the break. The World Heavyweight Title will be on the line at November Reign in a Triple Cage match? THREE cages, did I hear that right? COACH Bill Watts simply despises our champion, it's as simple as that. How he was able to get this idea by Anglesault and the board I don't know. COLE It doesn't matter now because that match is on! It certainly will be interesting to hear who the seven other men that will challenge Stone for the title will be. 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!* "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" With that, a lightning bolt hits the entrance, the PRL entrance video plays on the AngleTron, and "Know Your Role '99" begins playing, with the crowd standing up and cheering. Loudly, I might add. PR is heard saying, "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" throughout the song, while smoke fills the entryway and strobe lights appear on the entrance set. 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. Puerto is wearing his "Corporate" warm-up attire, and is also carrying his spray-painted briefcase. PR raises the briefcase over his head, garnering some more cheers. PRL is wearing sunglasses and has a smirk on his face as he looks at the crowd. P.R. begins his walk down the entrance ramp as "Know Your Role ’99" continues playing. COLE Tha Puerto Rican doesn’t have a match scheduled for tonight, so it looks like we are going to hear from PRL. COACH Aw darn! Do we have to put up with this EVERY week? We heard him speak two weeks ago, we heard him "rap" last week, and now we gotta hear him talk TONIGHT!? Why is he here anyway? Shouldn’t he be getting ready for Syndicated this Saturday? COLE Jamie O’ Hara is going to wrestle later tonight. Why can’t Tha Puerto Rican be here too? COACH Because PRL is half the athlete that Jamie is. That’s why! This isn’t rocket science! COLE You couldn’t even pass 3rd Grade science, Coach! COACH And what does THAT got to do with anything? COLE Nevermind Coach. Nevermind. Tha Puerto Rican stops to slap the hands of two fans near the ring, and then gets on the ring apron. P.R. looks at the crowd, and then enters the ring. He spins around; soaking in the fans cheers, and then does the HBK muscle pose while pyro goes off behind him. The crowd cheers. PRL heads to a second turnbuckle and raises the briefcase over his head. He then heads to another second turnbuckle and raises the briefcase over his head again. COLE PRL now has a much larger fanbase then he did four weeks ago. COACH I think he’s the leader of a cult. I better alert the FBI. COLE Oh give me a break. COACH No seriously. PRL has brainwashed all these people to cheer for him! He’s made every fan in this arena drink his Kool-Aid. How else do you explain these fans sudden love for him? COLE I really can’t. COACH See? Brainwashed! It’s that simple! 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. Puerto Rican does the same Rock pose on the fourth second turnbuckle, receiving cheers as "Know Your Role ’99" continues playing over the P.A. system. The camera cuts to several PRO-PRL signs for a change, one of them being "I’M A LIGHTNING BOLT". COACH PRL is forming a cult! I’m telling you! Fans cheering for Tha Puerto Rican just doesn’t feel right! They’d have to be brainwashed in order to do so! Tha Puerto Rican gets off the second turnbuckle, and calls for a microphone. The lights go back on in the arena. COLE There are more than ten thousand fans in this arena tonight. Are you telling me that PRL has brainwashed each and every one of them? COACH Yes I am. COLE Coach, come on! That’s just insane! COACH We’ll see who’s insane when PRL starts talking about alien spaceships inside comets with Xenu and nuclear weapons being dropped inside volcanoes! COLE ... PRL has got himself a microphone now. He paces around the ring. "Know Your Role ’99" dies down. "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" PR smells the electricity again. He puts the microphone to his lips. "THE CORPORATE CHAMPION" THA PUERTO RICAN THE CHAMP...IS...HERE! "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" THA PUERTO RICAN Now Jamie O’ Hara, last week, I busted out some mad rhymes that some say were just as good as Rakim’s or even 2Pac’s best! Those are rappers, by the way, just in case we got any nerds watching this program...which would amount to about 80% of the people who watch this show! The other 20% would be rednecks. Ah! But I keed, I keed! Seriously, Jamie, last week I laid the smackdown on you verbally, and now, this Saturday night, I am going to lay the smackdown on you physically when I beat your punk candy ass from one end of the ring to the other! PRL takes a moment to let the cheers sink in. PRL Tha Puerto Rican is not impressed with you, J-OH. Oh no. You see, when I look at you, I don’t see a talented in-ring competitor. No, Jamie, when I look at you, all I see...is a all talk, no talent, wannabe Eminem, who should be living in a crappy apartment trying to become a rapper, and not wrestling for the most electrifying organization in all of professional wrestling! Jamie, you may have beaten Stephen Joseph Popick, a former OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion, AND MY BEST FRIEND...but you needed to cheat to do it. You may have been a former Six-Man World Tag Team Champion, but could you have defended those belts all on your own? UH-UH! Tha Puerto Rican doesn’t think so. You latched onto the Global Party Exchange, and let them do all the work, while you paraded around like your farts don’t stink. Jamie O’ Hara, on Syndicated this Saturday, Tha Puerto Rican is going to take you to school. And not only am I gonna take you to school, but I’m gonna be your professor, and teach you the lessons of a lifetime. You see, Professor PRL is gonna teach you IntenseZone Elbow 101, Advanced Corporate Nightmare 420, and most importantly, Getting-Your-Monkey-Ass-Whooped 123! The crowd cheers. Another "P.R.!" chant breaks out. COACH Yeah right! PRL talks more junk then Jamie O’ Hara ever has or ever will! COLE I know who Rakim is. PRL continues speaking. PUERTO RICAN Jamie O’ Hara, J-OH. Man, there are so many things to say about you I don’t know where to start. Wait, yeah I do. Jamie O’ Hara, you are the biggest poseur walking the face of the Earth! And IT DOESN’T MATTER where you’re from, you’d still be a poseur just by being you! In the United Kingdom, you’re known as a Chav. In the U.S., you’re called a wigger. I, not just being *a* Puerto Rican, but THA Puerto Rican, have my own word for you. It’s a little something I like to call being...a douchebag. "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" PRL (CONT’D) So, this Saturday night on TSM, "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican meets "El Douchebag" in a one-on-one match. And when I say one-on-one, I MEAN one-on-one. Because, Jamie’s Hooliganz buddies are going to be teaming up with Hack Malibu and that bastard who stole my 24/7 Title to compete in a War Games match against the Wildcards, which means that I will have Jamie all...to...myself. And no, not in that way Cole. COACH LOL! P.R. Which means Jamie, that you won’t have anyone to watch your back. Popick will be with me as always, but I won’t need him. Because J-HO, I can beat you blindfolded and with one hand tied behind my back! This Saturday night won’t be a good night for you, Jamie, oh no. And I bet you are already starting to feel sick. In 48 hours, your ass is mine, and you’re starting to get worry. You’re starting to feel smaller and weaker compared to me. Why, you probably feel about two feet tall! On the outside you’re probably acting all tough and masculine, but that’s only to hide the fact that, on the inside, you feel like this.. "I’m A Hustla" by Cassidy starts playing. The fans turn their attention to the entrance. After a few seconds, the entrance doors slide open, and out walks... A midget. But not just any midget, but a midget dressed in a white vest top, baggy Nike tracksuit pants, Nike trainers, a dark blue Nike hoodie, a Nike baseball cap, and a whole bunch of small chains around his neck, and rings on his fingers. COACH What..the...What...what is this!? COLE I think PR’s mocking Jamie O’ Hara again. COACH THIS IS DISRESPECTFUL! THIS IS SHAMEFUL! SOMEBODY PUT A STOP TO THIS! The midget walks down the entrance ramp acting all tough, but really, how tough can a midget be? The crowd is laughing uproariously at the Jamie O’ Hara midget, and PR’s having trouble keeping from laughing too. "Jamie O’ Hara" bobs his head to "I’m A Hustla", and taunts the crowd. COACH Last week it was the rap, now this! PR’s gonna regret treating Jamie like a joke when J-OH beats his ass on Syndicated this Saturday! COLE Look at the midget! He somehow manages to look even MORE ridiculous in those clothes than Jamie does! COACH DAMN IT! THIS IS NOT FUNNY! IT’S NOT! "Jamie" enters the ring through the second rope. He walks around the ring striking thug-like poses with Tha Puerto Rican watching him, covering his mouth to hide his laughter. COACH Oh, I can’t wait until Jamie O’ Hara defeats the longest reigning 24/7 Champion in OAOAST history. I just can’t wait! "Jamie O’ Hara" yells at Tha Puerto Rican. "I’m A Hustla" by Cassidy dies down. The midget continues jaw jacking with Tha Puerto Rican while the crowd laughs. COLE Where do you suppose that midget got those chains and rings from? From one of those 25 cent machines? COACH DAMN IT! STOP THIS! PRL looks over the Jamie O’ Hara midget. "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" "P.R.!" The midget strikes a thug pose. Cole laughs. COACH STOP IT! THA PUERTO RICAN Damn Jamie! You’re much smaller than the last time I saw you. Has the fear of facing me actually caused you to SHRINK? "JAMIE O’ HARA" Oi! P. R., youse think youse got wot it takes to beat me? Well, dogg, youse gonna regret doin’ all dis jokin’ when I kick yo’ arse dis Saturday night, mate! PRL Yeah, yeah, yeah. That’s nice, Jamie. Keep on reaching for the stars. You still got a long way to go before you do that, by the way. A LONG WAY. COLE The midget’s got Jamie’s voice down pat. COACH I cannot believe I am seeing this on OAOAST television. PRL Now Jamie, even though I am going to beat you on Saturday, I just want to let you know that I don’t think you’re such a bad guy. I mean, you’re annoying, but it’s not like you’re evil incarnated like, oh I don’t know, Drek Stone. You’re just a pathetic little wannabe who can’t hang with the big boys. "JAMIE O’ HARA" Lil’ wannabe!? Do I Gotta Curbstomp A Mothafucker? PRL No! No! No! You don’t have to do no curbstomping! Tell you what, since me beating your ass is gonna probably lead to you retiring from wrestling, why don’t you think about what you’re going to do after wrestling? I mean, you gotta have a career to fall back on after this Saturday, right? The midget--I mean "Jamie O’ Hara" thinks this over. "JAMIE O’ HARA" Hmmm, nope. I’s got no talent. PRL I knew it. COACH CUT HIS MICROPHONE OFF NOW! "JAMIE O’ HARA" Oi! But I cans breakdance! "J-OH" starts doing some breakdancing moves: popping and locking, which turns into a spin-a-roonie, which turns into a moonwalk, which then turns into The Robot. The crowd laughs. As does Cole. The midget strikes a B-Boy stance. THA PUERTO RICAN All right! All right! Let’s give Jamie O’ Hara a hand, huh folks? The crowd applauds the midget. "Jamie O’ Hara" still has a tough guy expression on his grill. COACH This is about as funny as a MAD TV sketch. COLE Hey, they’ve gotten better. COACH Shut up. THA PUERTO RICAN Okay Jamie. I think you can do something in the field of breakdancing...ah hell, you’re not even on the level of Shabadoo from Breakin’ 2: Electric Boogaloo! Face it Jamie, you just plain suck. "JAMIE O’ HARA" WOT!?!?! DAT’S IT! COME AN' 'AVE A GO IF YOU THINK YOU'RE 'ARD ENOUGH! The Jamie O’ Hara midget does the "Come An’ ’Ave A Go If You Think You’re ’Ard Enough" gesture: arms outstretch, inviting PRL to fight him. "J-OH" charges forward...only to get held back by Tha Puerto Rican. Still, the little bastard keeps swinging for something, anything, while Tha Puerto Rican looks at him, bored, and yawning. Finally, PRL winds up, and knocks "Jamie O’ Hara" out with one punch. The midget acts like he just got hit with a cannonball to the gut, and falls to the mat, spread eagle. The crowd continues laughing. P.R. shakes his head. COLE Wow, look at the power of Tha Puerto Rican. COACH AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! "Jamie O’ Hara" lies in the ring, knocked out. PRL chuckles at the fallen midget. The crowd chants, "P.R.! P.R.!" again. COLE This crowd in Cincinnati showing love for Tha Puerto Rican! COACH Brainwashed fools! Suddenly, "I’m A Hustla" by Cassidy starts up again. The entrance doors slide open, and the REAL Jamie O’ Hara comes out, dressed in a Burberry brand shirt, Burberry brand baseball cap, baggy jeans worn back to front and sagging so that his CK boxer shorts are shown, Reebok trainers, and gold chains around his neck. J-OH looks pissed as he walks down the entrance ramp. COACH Oh yeah! Oh boy! The REAL J-OH is here, and he’s PISSED! He looks ready for a fight! COLE Doesn’t he always look ready for a fight? COACH Yeah, but he looks even MORE ready for a fight now! J-OH enters the ring, a scowl etched on his face. PRL stares down O’ Hara, the midget also on his little feet. The midget is scared, but PRL shows no fear as he comes face-to-face with his opponent this Saturday. COLE Things could explode any minute now. COACH Come on Jamie! Give PRL a little preview of what he’s in store for on Saturday! "I’m A Hustla" by Cassidy dies down. Jamie stares down Tha Puerto Rican. He also has a microphone in his right hand. The crowd is hot, waiting for something to happen. Jamie brings the microphone to his lips. JAMIE O’ HARA So, I’s just a big joke to you, am I? PRL Oh my God, I finally understood something you said! It’s a miracle! J-OH Cute. Really. Cute. Jamie chuckles lightly...and then goes for a punch. BLOCKED! Tha Puerto Rican starts hammering into Jamie with Rock-style punches to the temple! The punches send O’ Hara into the ropes, where he’s whipped into the opposite ropes. Flying clothesline! The crowd cheers, as does the midget! COLE PRL hammering into O’ Hara two days before Syndicated! The Corporate Champ kicks Jamie all over his body with the shaky leg kicks. He picks Jamie up and Irish whips him into the ropes again--Jamie reverses--PRL leap frogs over him, Jamie bounces off the ropes, PRL goes for a reverse leapfrog, ...AND COMES DOWN CROTCH-FIRST INTO O'HARA'S RAISED BOOT!! COLE Oh! That’s what O’ Hara did to beat Stephen Joseph Popick two weeks ago! PRL doubles over, clutching his crotch. This allows Jamie to quickly remove some of his chains and wrapped them around his left hand. The crowd tries to warn PRL of what’s behind him, but it’s too late as O’ Hara turns PRL around... ...AND KNOCKS HIM OUT WITH THE CHAIN COVERED LEFT HAND!!! COACH Yeah! HA! HA! Yeah! There we go! That’s it! Way to go J-OH! Way to go! COLE PRL has been knocked out cold! COACH And he’s REALLY been knocked out cold! Not like that fake midget crap! Jamie O’ Hara taunts Tha Puerto Rican, despite the fact that he is unconscious. The crowd shows their disapproval of Jamie’s actions by booing him lustfully. J-OH raises his hands in the air and talks smack to the crowd as "I’m A Hustla" by Cassidy starts up AGAIN. The Jamie O’ Hara midget watches all of this in a turnbuckle corner. COLE Jamie O’ Hara has just shown his opponent on Saturday just what he can do! PRL better be ready for Jamie O’ Hara, because Jamie O’ Hara is ready for PRL! Jamie O’ Hara continues posturing, until he sees the midget standing in a turnbuckle corner. Jamie smiles sinisterly, and walks towards the little person. The J-OH midget begs for mercy, but Jamie’s having none of that from a dwarf. COLE Oh no! Come on! Don’t do it! This isn’t right! COACH It is right, Michael. This midget put us through so much crap these past few minutes! COLE Damnit! No! Jamie O’ Hara punches the midget! He then punches him again and again and again! J-OH then kicks the midget in the gut and then hoists him onto his right shoulder. Jamie walks over to one end of the ring, points to the entrance, and then runs. The midget shakes his head, screaming "NO!" But J-OH still runs...and then throws the Jamie O’ Hara midget out of the ring and onto the entrance ramp!!! COACH YO~! COLE Oh my! That midget just flew a good 4-5 feet onto the ramp! The midget is in horrible pain following that flight. He lies on the entrance ramp breathing hard. Meanwhile, Tha Puerto Rican is still knocked out from Jamie’s chains, and is lying on the mat spread eagle. Jamie O’ Hara is the only man standing, and he loves it, talking smack to the midget, to PRL, to the crowd, to the announcers, everybody. Jamie poses with his hands raised in the air in the middle of the ring with "I’m A Hustla" blaring over the loud speakers. COLE 2 days away from Syndicated, and Jamie O’ Hara has drawn first blood! What’s going to happen when he collides with "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican this Saturday night on TSM? "The Birmingham Bad Boy" meets "The Corporate Champion"! Jamie O’ Hara vs. Tha Puerto Rican this Saturday on OAOAST Syndicated from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! HeldDOWN~! will return in just a few moments! The camera shows a close-up of the Jamie O’ Hara midget lying in pain on the entrance ramp. The camera then cuts to a close-up of "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican knocked out in the ring from Jamie’s chain shot. The camera then cuts to Jamie O’ Hara taunting the fans and the camera in the ring, a smirk on his face, as "I’m A Hustla" by Cassidy continues playing. Commercials Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted October 27, 2006 We cut backstage to Hoff peacefully sitting on a wooden bench in the locker room. Taking in a snack before he goes and does whatever it is that he does, Hoff is startled when he hears Drek slam the door open and stomp into the room. The big man immediately stands up, knowing that seeing his best friend this angry could only lead to trouble. Wanting to defuse the situation before it gets bad, he makes a polite offer to the champ. HOFF Hey Drek, want a Dunkaroo? Drek Stone looks down to see Hoff holding the cookie snack with the chocolate frosting dip. HOFF I didn’t even know they still made these things anymore. Man, this takes me back. If you want, I have the ones with the vanilla frosting too and I… Drek swings his arm and knocks the package of Dunkaroos out of Hoff’s hand and to the floor. The big man, more startled than anything, just stares at Drek. DREK Hoff, I BETTER not find out that you’re in this match! Because if I can’t trust you, I’ll take care of you MYSELF! With that, Drek cradles the title back around his shoulder and clomps out of the room, just as mad as ever. HOFF Asshole. That was my last chocolate one. Wait until he finds out. Shaking his head with a chuckle, Hoff turns back to his locker. (Back to SC) COLE Guess Drek isn't taking this news very well. COACH He has a damn good reason not to. Bill Watts just locked him in a cage with a bunch of animals with a T-Bone steak stuffed down his pants. I tell you, Cole, this is just not fair! COLE Well, let's move on to something that might cheer you up. This Saturday night, the OAOAST will welcome a new member to it's ranks. Here's a look at James Riggs. ********************** The following PREVIEW has been approved for ALL AUDIENCES by The One and Only Anglesault Thread FADE IN to a darkened, empty arena. Cheering is heard as we cut to different sections of empty seats. VOICEOVER GUY In a world where excellence is a quality rarely seen in professional wrestling....one man looks to make himself known. We cut to a shot of a pair of black boots, the sounds we hear are now of bodies being slammed onto canvas and chants of what sounds like "Rigg-u! Rigg-u! Rigg-u!". The camera pans up slowly. RIGGS The OAOAST has been needing someone to raise the bar for a long time. VOICEOVER He was voted California's top Independent wrestler in 2001 and 2002. He has held numerous Independent championships in that state. We pan up further. Text comes up on the screen. "He is someone to look out for in one of the larger companies......[He] will be a force, sooner rather than later." - Cade Seltzer, Observing Wrestling Monthly RIGGS The problem is, I may raise that bar too high for anyone to reach. VOICEOVER He held the HI-YAH International title on two occasions and wrestled Zack Malibu in a match in Japan that is still being talked about today. The camera pans to the back of his head, his long brown hair silhouetted in the spotlight. VOICEOVER This Saturday at OAOAST Syndicated...... Riggs turns to face the camera, removing his sunglasses and staring a hard, determined look into the camera. RIGGS The OAOAST will finally see what greatness is. JAMES RIGGS THIS SATURDAY **************************** We now cut backstage to Dance Dance Dragon who is bopping and skipping backstage without the aid of any music. So, strangely enough, it just looks like some guy dancing to the iTunes in his head. But he doesn’t let that ruin this party. DRAGON It’s been one week and the party’s still going! Looking so much like a DDR Champion right now, Dragon lets his feet go flying. Left foot in. Out. Right foot up. Down. Hopping up and down with unsurpassed speed, totally in the zone. DRAGON Where’s Christian Wright? I’ll make my record 2-0! Faster and faster, he goes, earning a consistent spree of Perfects as he does so. Turning his head, he sees Drek Stone staring at him. Not taking this as a hint to stop though, DDD just keeps dancing as he waves at the Heavyweight Champion. DRAGON Hey Drek! How’s it going, paisan?! With that, Drek takes his championship belt and smashes Dance Dance Dragon in the back of the head with the gold plating. Dragon immediately hits the wall and crumbles to the floor as the fans loudly boo the man that took out the hyperactive fan favorite. DREK If I find out you’re in that Triple Cage match, I’ll make sure you never DANCE AGAIN! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! Drek angrily kicks Dragon’s spine and screams for the superstar to get out of his face. More a dancer and not a fighter, Dance Dance Dragon scrambles up and out of Drek’s sight as the champion stares at his prospective – yeah, right, okay – opponent for November Reign. COLE He’s really gone off the deep end tonight! COACH Well, Dance Dance Dragon is a threat! Drek needed to stop him before he gets too strong! COLE Hoff! Dance Dance Dragon! Who’s the next superstar that will cross Drek’s path?! Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted October 27, 2006 COLE We are just two days away from a spectacular Syndicated broadcast, perhaps the biggest in the near five year history of our company, featuring the broadcast television debut of one of the most brutal matches ever imagined. Eight men, two teams of four, confined to two wrestling rings surrounded by walls of steel. Throw in whatever weaponry they get their hands on, mix in a history of tension and brutality, and we could see something that network television is going to regret putting on the air. COACH It's guaranteed bloodshed! No pun intended. COLE It all came to a head last week when Anglesault, the namesake of this very wresting organization, came back in a big way, announcing that he didn't like the events since he left his company in the hands of others, and he was taking the reins back! His first action was to condense the brutality into War Games, because as everyone has obviously seen over the past six months, it seems every week something is going on between The Wildcards, Zack Malibu, and now Landon Maddix, Leon Rodez, and the Global Party Exchange. While none of these men are in action tonight, there is plenty of verbal warfare to go around as we head into this Saturday. Here now, is a special piece dedicated to both teams as we await War Games. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a room...somewhere, four men who six months ago you never thought you'd see co-existing in the same room are pacing. Thinking. Waiting. MALIBU Anticipation is a killer. No matter how many times I've gotten my hands on you, Blank, it's not enough. No matter how much I make you bleed, it's not enough. Now, here I am, 48 hours from getting you inside the walls of a cage...and it's like deja vu. The last time we were in a cage Bruce, that's where you three Wildcards made your true intentions known. The walls of steel were the beginning, and this Saturday, they'll be our end. The only thing is, I'm not doing this for me. NONE OF THIS, has been for me. All of this...all of what I want to do to you, the way I want to inflict pain, the fact that I want to watch you bleed and suffer...doesn't it scare you that I'm doing all that for a little girl? Doesn't it scare you that I'm doing it for the mother of my child? That these feelings, MY feelings, my aggression, don't stem from anything you did to me. It all goes back to that fateful night. The night that you took it all away from the business, and made it personal. The night that has replayed in my mind every minute, every hour, every day, because I couldn't be there to stop it. To help them. To protect them. I will never, Bruce, NEVER, forgive any of you for what you did. Every step you take, you make a mistake. Every action has a consequence. Setting foot in my home, approaching my family the way you did, was the biggest mistake of all. This Saturday, you'll have to deal with what could prove to be a fatal mistake. That you've taken four men, best friends and bitter enemies at various points, and unified them. That you've taken four of the most talented wrestlers in the world today and turned them into vigilantes. Fighters. Bonded not only by the actions commited by yourselves, but by a word that friend or foe, always rang true in our heads...RESPECT. RESPECT for this business. RESPECT for this company. RESPECT for each other. Respect. Malibu backs away from the camera, fuming, allow Scotty Static to get all up in its grill. STATIC The man has a point, don'tcha think? Wildcards, you were brought here to be the saving grace...to punk us off our turf when we were trying to create a newer, better OAOAST. Instead, you turned out worse than any Civil War, any Untouchables, any Hooligans could have possibly imagined. You've brought this company to its knees, you've brought this man to his knees, to the brink of insanity...and you brought us into it. You brought Scotty Static and Johnny Jax, the best damn tag team this company has ever seen, into the war. We don't care that you jump us from behind. We don't care that you crack us with a chair, slice us with barbed wire...we're street...we're REAL. THIS is REAL. A man's family? A BABY? Where are your heads at? How could you think that friend or foe, we wouldn't stand behind this man? I'm not his best friend...neither is Johnny. We've given him more hell than any man could handle...but we RESPECT HIM. We respect him enough to help him clean up his mess. This ain't the SWF. You ain't the big dogs in the yard, baby. This is OUR turf, and if we gotta forcibly remove you...if we gotta make you say uncle and scream, then we're gonna bring it. Two rings surrounded by a cage...sounds like a day at the playground to me...only thing is, we're playin' for keeps. Static backs away again, and Rodez turns away from Zack, and looks into the cam... *~*~*BZZZZZKKFFFFFKTTTTT*~*~* All of a sudden, the feed is interrupted, and now it's a vision of four other men...the four men who will be on the opposite side of Zack Malibu and co. this Saturday. MADDIX Pardon the interruption but...are you KIDDING me? You're making us wait for this cliche dribble? "Waaah, waaah, you went after my baby, Brucie...". Malibu, you are a WHINER. A crybaby. A FRAUD. How long have you been saying you were going to make The Wildcards pay? All talk, no action...what does your precious family think of that, poster boy!? What do they think when you can't get the job done! You can't protect them, you can't defend them...every week you come out looking worse than the one before, because you can't handle the fact that you've finally met your match! Sneering, an overzealous Maddix steps away, allowing the leader of the pack, Bruce Blank, into view. BLANK Zack Malibu, I don't care about your intentions. I don't care about your path of rage, your mission of vengeance. What I care about is how you choose your words. That you treat this as some type of game. Did I not prove to you, months back, that this is very, VERY real? There's a four letter word that your two buddies are familiar with, but it's not just a dang catchphrase. Reality is a dangerous thing, Zack. I have no regrets, and even less remorse. I will beat and bleed you and anyone who gets into my way for business or pleasure, rain or shine, because I LOVE THE FEELING. The rush of pain, the sight of blood....ooooh how it gets to me, Zack. How I enjoy the fact that I'm in your head. I OWN YOU, boy. I will forever be a part of you, something that you can't let go, because I took you to the edge, the furthest you've ever been! You had no idea what you were getting into when we signed on, but now you know! Now you know what The Wildcards are all about! You have witnessed hell, pure physical and mental HELL thanks to me, because when God made the devil, he was just playing around...when he wanted to create PURE, UNMATCHED EVIL, HE CREATED BRUCE BLANK! THAT'S WHAT I AM ZACK! I AM NOBODY'S HERO AND EVERYBODY'S ENEMY. I AM THE MONSTER IN THE CLOSET, NOT THE BEDTIME STORY. I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN PUT AN END TO THIS, AND THAT'S BY PUTTING YOU OUT OF YOUR GOD DAMN MISERY. Saturday night. If I were you, I'd treasure the next 48 hours, Zack. Just don't forget to say goodbye, because I swear to you boy, there is no second chance, no backing down. Syndicated is the day the worlds collide, Zack. When good and evil meet for the final time. So you tell me, boy...how do ya'll expect to win when you're up against something that knows no limits, no remorse? Something that ENJOYS pain, and doesn't shy away from it? You can preach to your fans and talk into all the cameras you want, but you heed these words...the only way you're leavin' the arena on Saturday night is in an ambulance. COLE Wow. WarGames is the perfect type of match for these men. This battle, this blood feud needs a conclusion and we are going to see it end this Saturday night. And now the OAOAST BackTracker! Brought to you by Lugz! Don't like Timberlands? Get the lame alternative! HeldDOWN~! Last Week CH gets back to his feet. He does Eddie Guerrero’s "Shimmy Dance". Heat puts his hands around his neck and pretends to gag, which causes the crowd to cheer some more! COLE That’s it! That’s the signal for the Colombian Necktie! COACH Oh no! Oh no! Heat gets ready to deliver the Colombian Necktie. Reject gets to his feet. KICK! WHAM! COLOMBIAN NECKTI-- REJECT EXITS THE RING! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COACH Good! Save yourself Reject. Save yourself. Colombian Heat ain’t gonna stand there and wait for Reject to come back to the ring. So, he exits the ring and goes after Reject! However, Reject’s waiting for him, and attacks with a back elbow! Reject and Colombian Heat engage in a slugfest outside the ring. (CLIP) 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10! THAT’S IT! RING THE BELL! *DING DING DING* (5:04) The crowd boos that decision loudly! Colombian Heat and Reject are STILL fighting! COLE Well, the match is over, but Colombian Heat and Reject don’t seem to care! The bell rings again, but Colombian Heat and Reject are STILL slugging it out. Reject gains the advantage and hits Heat with several kicks before delivering the knockout blow with a spinning wheel kick! COLE Spinning Wheel Kick on the floor! Stacey Robertson winces when she sees Heat fall to the mat. Reject picks the dazed and confused (more so than usual!) Colombian Heat and throws him into the ring. (CLIP) THE EULOGY! COLE EULOGY! EULOGY on Colombian Heat! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Colombian Heat is out cold on the mat. Reject stands up over Colombian Heat and chuckles. He then poses for the crowd. Stacey stands up in the front row concerned for her man. Colombian Heat is still out cold. Reject trash talks Heat despite the fact that Heat is unconscious. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled this match....A NO CONTEST! COLE Well, he may have made that decision, but it looks as though Reject is the winner right now! COACH Yeah, isn’t it great? (CLIP ALERT!) COLE Poor Stacey. She comes all the way out here to see her boyfriend in action, and instead, she sees *this*. Referees and Road Agents help Colombian Heat off the mat. Stacey Robertson breathes a sigh of relief, but is still pretty worried. A piano plays a melody, causing the crowd to cheer. The lights go down in the arena, turning back on in tune with the melody. DMX COME ON! *BOOM~!* Pyro explodes, leaving behind fire that burns on both sides of the entrance. "Gasolina (Remix)" by Daddy Yankee featuring Lil' Jon and Pitbull starts playing. The crowd cheers as the entrance doors slide open, and Colombian Heat comes out. Heat raises his hands, acknowledging the fans. Colombian Heat points to both sides of the entrance, and then walks to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. *DING DING DING* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute T.V. time limit. Introducing first, coming to the ring at this time. Originally from Bogotá, Colombia but now residing in Miami, Florida. Weighing in at 180 lbs. He...is...COLOMBIANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! Colombian Heat continues slapping hands with the fans as "Gasolina (Remix)" continues playing. COLE Colombian Heat ready for action, and he too will be involved in Syndicated this Saturday as he takes on Reject in a rematch from last week’s HeldDOWN~! The OAOAST Syndicated logo flashes across the screen. The Colombian Heat/Reject match-up graphic is shown. COACH That match should have been no disqualification as should be the match coming up at Syndicated! But no matter, Reject is going to beat Colombian Heat 1-2-3 in the middle of the ring! The camera cuts to Heat’s opponent. BUFFER And his opponent. From Austin, Texas. Weighing in at 200 lbs. CALVIN LLLLLLLLOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD! Calvin is a 6'0" white man with brown wavy hair, blue eyes, and a 5 o' clock shadow wearing a red singlet with white stripes, black knee pads, and black boots. Calvin Lloyd receives the typical jobber reaction. Colombian Heat hops into the ring. He gets on the second rope and does the "WESTSIIIIIIIDE" hand signal, receiving cheers. Heat then gets on a second turnbuckle and throws up the "W" hand signal again, receiving more cheers. The camera cuts to the ringside area where Stacey Robertson is once again in the front row cheering on her man. COLE And there’s Stacey Robertson again, cheering for Colombian Heat! COACH I never thought I’d WANT to see Colombian Heat wrestle...but as long as Stacey is at ringside, I don’t mind it if Colombian Heat wrestles every match on this show! Colombian Heat gets off the second turnbuckle, and grabs a microphone. COLE You better not let Colombian Heat hear you say that! COACH Did you see what Reject did to him last week? Colombian Heat is weak man! He’s weak! COLE We’ll see just how weak he is when he meets Reject Saturday on Syndicated! "Gasolina (Remix)" by Daddy Yankee featuring Lil' Jon and Pitbull dies down. The crowd cheers loudly. COLOMBIAN HEAT A’ight y’all. A’ight y’all. Stacey Robertson applauds Colombian Heat. HEAT Ahem. If all of y’all are ready to see me make Calvin Lloyd feel the Heat, then make some noise UP IN THIS BI-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTCH~!!! Stacey Robertson says Colombian Heat’s catchphrase along with him. The crowd cheers some more. COLE Colombian Heat really knows how to connect with the fans! COACH So what? Colombian Heat puts the microphone away. He pulls on the ropes. Referee Mickey Jay pats down Colombian Heat and then Calvin Lloyd, then calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* COLOMBIAN HEAT vs. CALVIN LLOYD The crowd buzzes as Colombian Heat and Calvin Lloyd circle each other. They lock up. Lloyd turns Colombian Heat around and grabs him in a waistlock. He then gives Heat a Belly-To-Back suplex. Lloyd then applies a headlock on Heat. He gets up, holding onto Heat, and then puts Heat’s left arm over his head. Calvin Lloyd gives Colombian Heat a vertical suplex. Lloyd picks Heat up and whips him into the ropes. Calvin goes for a clothesline, but Heat ducks, bounces off the opposite ropes, and fires back with a leg lariat! Colombian Heat gets right back up, and then bounces off the ropes again, doing the "Where The Hood At?!" onto Calvin Lloyd! COLE Heat in control! Colombian Heat stomps on Calvin Lloyd. The crowd chants, "HEAT!" CH picks Lloyd up and whips him into the ropes. Hurricarana! Heat covers Lloyd. 1... 2... KICK OUT! Colombian Heat picks up Lloyd. He gives him a snap suplex. He goes for the cover. It gets two. Heat picks Lloyd’s head, and starts hammering him. While this is going on, the crowd turns their attention to the entrance. Reject has come out, wearing sunglasses, a white dress shirt, a watch, grey dress pants, and black dress shoes. Reject drinks from a water bottle as he walks down the entrance ramp. The crowd boos. COLE Hey! What’s he doing out here? COACH He’s just scouting his opponent for this Saturday. That’s all. COLE Somehow I doubt that. After what happened last week. Colombian Heat picks Calvin Lloyd up. Colombian Heat punches Calvin Lloyd in the face. He then punches Calvin in the face again. Then again! Colombian Heat DANCES~! And then punches Lloyd in the face a fourth time, knocking him down! Shake, Rattle, & Roll! COLE Shake, Rattle, & Roll from Colombian Heat! Heat bounces off the ropes, does a SHIMMY~!, and then drops a knee onto Calvin Lloyd’s face! Shaky Leg Kneedrop! Reject chuckles when he sees this, then throws his water bottle away, and walks down the entrance ramp some more. COLE I don’t like where this is going. Reject stops at ringside to talk to Stacey. It looks as though he’s coming onto her. But Stacey is not interested. Still, Reject keeps on, while Colombian Heat whips Calvin Lloyd into the ropes. Lloyd goes for a clothesline, but Colombian Heat ducks, grabs Lloyd from behind, and gives him the Get Crunk’d Up (Full Nelson Slam)! COACH Hey Heat. You should be paying attention to your girl now. Colombian Heat poses, but then he sees Reject coming onto Stacey Robertson. Heat, furious, leaves the ring. Heat grabs Reject, and starts getting into a yelling match with him. COLE Uh-oh. Things could get "heated", no pun intended! COACH Sock him out, Reject! Colombian Heat and Reject are face-to-face. But just before anything can happen, security comes out and orders Reject to go away. Instead of complaining, Reject actually obliges and backs up, a smirk on his face. COLE Good! Keep him away! COACH Aww! Why are they kicking him out? All he was doing was just talking to Stacey. COLE He was coming onto her, and you know it. Reject is being kicked out before he can cause more harm! COACH You’re just being paranoid! Reject walks back through the entrance doors. Colombian Heat yells at him one more time, and then walks back into the ring...where Calvin Lloyd is waiting with a double axehandle! COLE Whoa! Calvin Lloyd just surprised Colombian Heat! Calvin Lloyd nails Heat with the CLUBBERIN’~! THEY BE CLUBBERIN’~! forearms. Lloyd whips Colombian Heat into the ropes. When Heat returns, Lloyd gives Heat a BAAAAAAAAACK Body Drop! Lloyd poses, drawing barely a reaction. Calvin Lloyd then applies a rear chinlock on Heat. He cinches the hold tight. "LET’S GO HEAT!" "LET’S GO HEAT!" "LET’S GO HEAT!" "LET’S GO HEAT!" COACH Ha! Heat is going to lose to this enhancement talent! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Mickey Jay checks on Colombian Heat. Heat refuses to give up. CH punches Calvin Lloyd in the face until Calvin lets go of the rear chinlock. Both men get up, and Heat is first to attack, punching Calvin Lloyd in the face several times. Colombian Heat kicks Calvin in the gut, and then leaps onto the top ring rope, then springboards off, grabbing Calvin, and giving him a reverse DDT! COLE Springboard Reverse DDT! Colombian Heat covers Calvin Lloyd, hooking the leg. ONE! TWO! THRE--KICK OUT! COLE Oh! Close call for Colombian Heat! Close call! STACEY ROBERTSON COME ON BABY! COACH Stacey should be calling me baby, not Heat! COLE Give it up, Coach. My God, man. Colombian Heat picks up Calvin Lloyd. CH gives Lloyd an Irish whip into the ropes, and fires off with an AJ Styles-like dropkick! Heat then exits the ring and climbs the top rope. He scans the crowd, winks at Stacey, and then leaps off the top rope, doing a Frog Splash onto Calvin Lloyd! COLE The Fatal Mistake! Heat covers Calvin! 1...2...KICK OUT! COLE Still not enough to put Calvin away! CH picks up Lloyd as the crowd chants, "HEAT!" again. Heat goes for a punch--BLOCKED! Lloyd punches Colombian Heat in the face a few times. Lloyd grabs Colombian Heat’s right arm and whips him into the ropes. Lloyd goes for a clothesline, but Colombian Heat ducks, bounces off the ropes, and fires off with a clothesline of his own! Then another clothesline! Then another! And another! AND another! And still another! Colombian Heat exits the ring and climbs the top rope again. He waits for Calvin Lloyd to get up. COACH Oh no! Look out Calvin! Calvin Lloyd slowly gets up. When he does, Colombian Heat jumps off the top rope and nails Calvin Lloyd with a missile dropkick! Heat then sits up...and looks at his hand. COLE Uh-oh! It’s time! It’s time for you-know-what! COACH Oh no! I hate the you-know-what! Colombian Heat starts shaking his head, like he’s having a seizure. Stacey Robertson is shown in the front row doing the same thing. Colombian Heat continues shaking his head, and then yells out, "WASSSSUUUUUPPPPPPPP!", before doing a Spin-A-Roonie to a loud pop from the crowd! COLE Spin-A-Roonie! Spin-A-Roonie! Spin-A-Roonie! COACH Yeah, I heard you the first time! CH stands up, and places his hands around his neck and starts gagging. The crowd cheers, as this is the signal for the Colombian Necktie. COLE Colombian Heat’s getting ready to finish this match off! Colombian Heat stalks Calvin Lloyd, who slowly gets up. The crowd is buzzing, greatly anticipating Heat’s finishing move. Lloyd gets to one knee. Heat eggs him on. COACH Calvin look out! Pull the upset! Pull the upset! Lloyd gets to a vertical base. He almost stumbles, but then stands up straight. He turns around. Colombian Heat kicks him in the gut, and then turns him around, hooking Lloyd’s arms, and then lifting him up into the air! The crowd starts cheering loudly! Calvin is screaming for his life. COLE He’s got him in the air! Colombian Heat lets the blood rush to Calvin Lloyd’s head. After a few seconds, Colombian Heat looks at the crowd... AND THEN GIVES CALVIN LLOYD THE COLOMBIAN NECKTIE~!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111111111 "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Colombian Necktie! We have just seen the Colombian Necktie by Colombian Heat! Colombian Heat covers Calvin Lloyd, hooking Lloyd’s right leg. Referee Mickey Jay counts. 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* (4:21) COLE Colombian Heat picks up the victory! Colombian Heat gets up and gets his hands raised by Mickey Jay. "Gasolina (Remix)" by Daddy Yankee featuring Lil’ Jon and Pitbull starts playing. Colombian Heat does a SHIMMY~! to a pop, and then raises his hands in the air again. Stacey Robertson applauds her boyfriend. COLE Colombian Heat picked up the victory, just two days away from his match against Reject on Syndicated! COACH Yeah, but Syndicated is going to be a different story. Reject is no Calvin Lloyd, thank God, so Reject is gonna destroy Colombian Heat! And then maybe, just maybe, afterwards, Stacey Robertson will realize she is with a loser, and will go join Reject. And if that happens, maybe I can make some sort of deal with Reject. COLE And here I was thinking your obsession with Crystal was bad. COACH Don’t worry, Crystal is still MAH BABY GURLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL~! COLE I shouldn’t have said that. Colombian Heat bobs his head to the beat. He is fatigued, but not injured or anything. He exits the ring and slaps hands with the fans, before coming up to Stacey and checking to see if she’s all right. Stacey nods her head when Heat asks if she’s okay. Colombian Heat kisses Stacey and then hugs her. COLE Colombian Heat and Stacey Robertson have been together for quite a while. They are definitely in love with one another! COACH Yoo-hoo! Stacey! I’m right here! COLE Settle down, Coach. Colombian Heat kisses Stacey one more time, and then walks up the entrance ramp as "Gasolina (Remix)" continues playing. Heat raises his hands on the entrance ramp. COLE Reject tried to get inside Colombian Heat’s head, but failed to do so. Colombian Heat picks up the win, and now coming up next is a rematch with Reject this Saturday on Syndicated exclusively on TSM! Colombian Heat poses one more time on the entrance stage as Stacey Robertson looks on, and "Gasolina (Remix)" by Daddy Yankee featuring Lil’ Jon and Pitbull continues playing. The crowd cheers. The camera flashes to Drek Stone stomping around backstage, still on his furious warpath. Punts around boxes and pounding his fists against walls, Drek kicks open a set of double doors and walks through. Only to stop. To stop because someone is standing in front of him. To stop because that person standing in front of him is Zack Malibu. The Cincinnati crowd unleashes a wild frenzy of cheers as the two superstars stare each other down. Drek Stone’s anger has suddenly subsided as he stares at the one man in the company that could officially be considered his arch-enemy. Zack Malibu finds the feeling mutual as he looks at the superstar he considers the most treasonous, disloyal, despicable person he has ever laid his eyes on. The tension crackles as both men continue to stare each other down. All the history is coming back. The angry insults. The livid threats. Their eyes are locked as they reach down in their depths and remember just how much they hate each other. The electricity is surging. The pressure is rising. The hatred reaches a boiling point as Drek and Zack, face-to-face, continue to silently challenge one another But finally, Zack is the first to move. Expressionless, he brushes past Drek, colliding his shoulder against the Heavyweight Champion’s chest. Zack then continues to walk down the hall, not looking at his enemy behind him. Meanwhile, Drek Stone looks down at the gold perched around his shoulder. His rage over the Triple Cage match has now calmed down – for the time being, anyway. Because something new is now on his mind. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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