KingPK 0 Report post Posted November 3, 2006 COLE We are in the desert this week for HeldDOWN, Phoenix, Arizona. Hello everyone, Michael Cole here with the Coach and Jonathan, the desert may be hot as Hell, but I don't think it could come close to the Hell that we witnessed this past Saturday at Syndicated. Ten men, one match, it was WarGames! COACH I gotta agree with you there. Zack's team may have made Landon Maddix say "I quit", but Bruce's team got the last laugh. COLE We're going to take you back to what transpired after that match. I must warn you that this footage is graphic, so viewer discretion is strongly advised. Let's go back to WarGames. FLASHBACK: This past Saturday, at Syndicated: VENTURA What's HE doing? Get some control in their, Patrick! SCHIAVONE Oh no... VENTURA Holy... Cortez, in a flash, lets go of Leon alright...but not before leaping over his back and bringing him back down to earth right on the top of his head, compressing his neck and spine as he drops him on the hard surface of the two ring aprons pushed together with the RIOT ACT PLUS~! SCHIAVONE No! NO! THIS MATCH WAS OVER! THE MATCH IS OVER! VENTURA HE JUST BROKE HIS NECK, TONY! We cut back to a live shot, rejoining Michael Cole and Coach at Sofa Central. COLE We knew what it was going into it. We knew exactly what War Games was going to turn out to be considering the emotions of everyone involved. However, no matter what blood was spilled, no matter what team won or lost, once again The Wildcards have gone too far in their efforts to break down Zack Malibu's mental stability. Leon Rodez, a man who was the first to step up and stand by Zack when many of us in this company gave up on him, is now laying in a hospital bed. His neck snapped like a twig, mercilessly, by Todd Cortez. We do understand that Leon Rodez has some motion in his extremites, so severe paralysis doesn't seem to be an issue, thankfully. However, Leon Rodez's career in the OAOAST could be over, as he has seemingly become another casulty of The Wildcards. "Oh No" by Mos Def and Nate Dogg cuts Cole and Coach off before their get-well speech can go any further, and out comes Todd Cortez, sans his running buddies Bruce Blank and Bloodshed, or even his occasional ally Landon Maddix. COLE I know that Landon Maddix for sure is licking his wounds, and that the SWF ordered he, Bruce Blank and Bloodshed to stay at home and recuperate for upcoming shows they've got, feeling as though War Games put them through enough hell this week...but now here comes the one man without a current SWF affiliation! COACH Normally they travel in a pack, and this is the last guy in The Wildcards who should be walking around alone in an OAOAST arena right now! Cortez, clad in baggy jeans and his trademark bulletproof vest thrown over a black wifebeater, rounds the corner and steals the microphone from the timekeeper's table rather easily. Hopping up onto the apron, Cortez surveys the reaction he's getting, perhaps thinking to himself how fortunate he is to be wearing that bulletproof vest. COLE This is different. Usually Blank is the one who handles the verbal duties for The Wildcards. As soon as Cortez's theme is cut, he tries to start speaking immediately, but the fans are too quick and cut him off, hurling a traditional wrestling insult his way. "ASS-HOLE!" "ASS-HOLE!" "ASS-HOLE!" CORTEZ You people can think what you want of me, I really don't give a damn, and if you think I do, then you thought wrong! I'm also not out here to make amends or offer an apology...all I'm doin' out here is layin' the cold, hard facts out for all of ya'll. See, all week long, I get dirtier looks than usual from fans. All week long, my phone is ringing, people in the wrestling industry just where I got off doing what I did to Leon Rodez. My own family, a family that whether you people believe it or not means the world to me, can't look me in the eye...and I could CARE LESS. NOW the crowd is REALLY not happy. CORTEZ Because with every action, there is a reaction. There is always a consequence. Leon Rodez acted, took it upon himself, to interject himself into the issue between Zack Malibu and The Wildcards. He painted his own face on the target at that point. It's his own damn fault for not sitting back and just letting Malibu struggle to stay alive. Instead, Leon Rodez is laying in a hospital bed somewhere, maybe he's hearing this, maybe he's not...but the fact is Leon Rodez is a victim of his own doing! It was WAR GAMES, people! The most brutal, barbaric match ever imagined...and yet you're not OK with someone walking out of it wounded? Sure, if it was me, or Bruce, or Bloodshed, or Landon, you'd be tossing streamers in this ring, celebrating with your heroes...but instead, once again, we're public enemy number one, shunned for surviving in a do or die business! I'm from the street...and I don't say it just to market myself like those two poser GPX boys...I know what it's like to have to scrap for what's mine. I know what it's like to have to earn respect, earn a name, stake your claim and keep it. I did what I had to do, what was NECESSARY, this past Saturday. I mean, c'mon now Zack...did you think there wasn't some type of plan in place for you all? Did you think that Bruce was just gonna up and let us walk into that cage blinded by rage? You don't give us enough credit. We mastermind every move we make, and just wait for your emotions to take over and slip you up. So now, you won War Games...or did you? Does having your hand raised at the end of the night mean you won, Zack? Because if you, the GPX, and poor Leon Rodez are winners...then I guess I'm happy being a loser. Cortez throws down the mic, a "thump" sound echoing throughout the arena as it hits canvas. As Cortez exits the ring, suddenly the crowd comes alive as ZACK MALIBU is storming down the aisle! Not surprised, but still disgusted, Cortez flings his shades off and rolls into the ring, removing his vest and waving Zack on for a fight! COLE It's like a weekly thing for us, but IT'S BREAKING DOWN ON HELDDOWN~! Zack slides into the ring and is immediately met with stomps to the back of the head by Cortez, who works Zack over and does his best to keep him down. COACH This is what Todd was saying about Zack's heart getting away from his head! He's walked into the lion's den! Todd pounds on Zack, both still worse for wear from last Saturday's brutal bout. Then all of a sudden, the crowd comes alive again, as more faces hit the ring! COLE It's the GPX and Jamie O'Hara! COACH It's The Hooligans, dawg! Dressed in street clothes and rushing in from the crowd, O'Hara, Static and Jax hit the ring and pounce on Cortez, beating him down three on one style! COLE This looks like a streetfight! It's a gang beatdown! Jax unstraps the belt from his jeans and takes it, wrapping it around Cortez's throat and pulling back on it, using it as a makeshift choke chain! Cortez tries to pry it loose, but as he fights, Static and O'Hara plant kick after kick in his ribcage, bruising them with every hard blow. COLE They're taking Todd Cortez out! They're avenging Leon Rodez! Cortez keeps fighting, true to his street tough style, but The Hooligans and Malibu combined are too much to handle. Zack gets up and stands over Todd as he's forced to his knees, and CRACKS him with an open palm slap across the face, then tells Jax to release the choke. COLE It's not standard action for heroes...babyfaces, if you will, to take part in this, but you've got to wonder how much pressure Zack Malibu and the GPX have put on themselves this past week, feeling as though it's their fault Leon Rodez is stuck in a hospital bed. Cortez, down on all fours and coughing, is knocked over by a hard soccer kick from Zack Malibu, who then takes the microphone that Cortez had thrown down. MALIBU You think War Games ended it, Todd? We're back at square one, esai. We are FAR FROM OVER. You come at me, my family, my friends...you hurt the people I care about, that I respect? Do you think there's any FEAR LEFT IN MY BODY? Get it straight...I'M NOT AFRAID OF BRUCE BLANK. I AM NOT AFRAID OF BLOODSHED. I'm sure as hell not afraid of Landon Maddix, and I'm not afraid of YOU. You are all my cross to bear, and I will not sit by and watch as you make everyone around me suffer. So consider this what you will...a message...a warning. Now, the heat has been turned up. I don't care if it's in an OAOAST arena. I don't care if I have to stalk your buddies around the world and show up on an SWF broadcast. You and The Wildcards, Saturday night, signed your DEATH WARRANT. Angered, Malibu slams the mic down hard into Cortez's chest, and then bails out of the ring. The Hooligans stand back and hang over Cortez, lightly kicking and mocking him, as Malibu backs up the aisleway. The OAOAST's version of vigilante tactics just took another step...one that could lead to more chaos than ever before. COLE This is not over by any means. Let's take a break. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted November 3, 2006 (edited) The camera cuts to the backstage area where the HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions D*LUX are standing, talking with their manager Jade Rodez. The crowd cheers the moment they are shown. D*LUX and Jade are just gabbing about, having a normal conversation...when suddenly, in walks into the picture the former OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion Stephen Joseph Popick and the longest reigning 24/7 Champion in OAOAST history, "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican! "YEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" D*LUX and Jade stand there for a second, wondering what the hell the Corporate Champ and his manager and "Career Consultant" are doing here. PRL and Popick are dress in their wrestling attire, and are staring at D*LUX (and Jade once or twice). After a few seconds of awkward silence, words are spoken. TYLER Uh...what the hell are you two doing here? STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK Getting a closer look at Jade. That, and we wanted to ask you guys something. JADE RODEZ Oh, and what's that? "THE CORPORATE CHAMPION" THA PUERTO RICAN We want a shot at your belts, the HI-YAH World Tag Team Titles. SHAYNE We know what belts we have, thanks. POPICK Seriously, we would like to have a shot at your belts. How's next Thursday sound? JADE Whoa. Whoa. Whoa there. Hold on a second. What makes you two think that you deserve a shot at the titles? You're not a regular tag team. There are plenty of tag teams worthy enough of a shot. Why should we even consider you two singles competitors? PRL Because, Jade, we would be the greatest Tag Team Champions of all-time. Stephen Joseph Popick and Tha Puerto Rican are the most electrifying tag team in professional wrestling, and to prove it, we need to become World Tag Team Champions! Can't you find it in your heart to give us a shot? Tyler Bryant walks up to Tha Puerto Rican and stares him down suspiciously. TYLER How do we know you're not gonna cheat your way to the titles? We saw your match last Saturday on Syndicated. You pulled Jamie O' Hara's pants to beat him! PRL Hey, it was in the heat of the moment, what can I say? But I've changed. Really, I have. I'm not the same slimeball I used to be. No, this is a *new* PRL you are seeing in the OAOAST. I swear. It's the truth, Ruth! Trust me. POPICK Oh yeah. It's the truth. My boy's changed. He's practically an angel now. D*LUX are still not convinced. They talk it over with Jade; PRL and Popick try to listen in on the conversation. JADE All right. We've come to a decision. You guys are gonna have to prove that you DESERVE a shot at the HI-YAH Tag Team Titles. So next week, you're gonna fight in a tag team match. And if you guys can beat your opponents fair and square with no shennigans whatsoever...then we'll see to it that you get a title shot. SHAYNE Yeah, but ONLY if you fight clean. Anything other than a clean win and no title shots for you. PR and Popick nod their heads. PRL Okay. Okay. Sounds cool with me. POPICK Yeah, me too. PRL Well then, see you next week! POPICK Ciao! PR and Popick leave. D*LUX and Jade Rodez watch them go by. The crowd cheers. The three of them look at each other, as if to say, "Do you trust them?" (Cut to Double C) COLE Well, that was certainly an interesting scene. PRL and Stephen Joseph Popick are gunning for the HI-YAH World Tag Team Titles! COACH They're not going to get the shot, Michael. The temptation to cheat will be too much for them, and they'll blow it next week. COLE I don't know. I do believe that Tha Puerto Rican, and by association, Popick, have changed for the better. Their actions these past few weeks have led me to believe that. COACH Then you're as gullible as these fans are. They haven't changed one bit. Watch as they blow their shot by hitting their opponents with steel chairs or brass knucks next week. Just you wait! COLE Backstage, Jesse "The Body" Ventura is standing by with an important interview. Take it away, Jess. VENTURA All right. Thank you, Michael Cole. You know, 4 days ago on OAOAST Syndicated my broadcast colleague "Mean" Gene Okerlund was conducting an interview with Christian Wright, and during that interview they were interrupted by a very special guest who delivered a major announcement. In case you missed it, let's go back and see it again! * BECAUSE ONLY 2 PEOPLE READ SYNDICATED * THEODORE As you alluded to, Okerlund, sometime ago I was humiliated on worldwide television by Los Diablos de Fuego. Apparently they were upset with a presentation put together by my friends at SMN Productions where I traveled to Guacamole, Mexico and foreclosed on an unpaid loan. Little did I know Augusto and Lupita were close friends of Los Diablos. So like a second-rate Zorro, they decided to avenge the poor by going after the rich. But they hapened to pick on the most ruthless gringo on the planet, Theodore Moneymaker. To quote a phrase, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." Well they fooled me once and paid the price in not just their blood but their dear friend and mascot, that ridiculous inflatable doll El Ovéja. And I have the Beverly Hills Blonds to thank -- Simon Singleton, Ned Blanchard and the lovely Mackenzie DeCenzo. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" THEODORE With my money, their brains and a little help from a couple of Conquistadors...hahahahahaha....Los Diablos de Fuego found out the hard way you don't stand on Superman's cape, you don't spit in the wind, and you don't mess with the rich and famous. It's no secret Moneymaker Enterprises had been persuing a stake in SMN Productions and vice versa, and since our first joint venture went so well, we've decided to make it permanent. That's right, baby! I'm proud to announce Moneymaker Enterprises and SMN Productions have merged to form The Enterprise. BWAHAHAHAHA! SCHIAVONE Moneymaker Enterprises and SMN Productions together as one? My goodness![/b] THEODORE That brings me to you, Christian Wright. It seems you have a bit of a problem. You see, myself and my new Business Associate have been going through our extensive files on the OAOAST roster. And it seems your record this year is a little "in the red". When I read on, I thought to myself "that can't be right". Here is the Rookie Of The Year, a valuable asset, going to waste. Prospects, Christian. Theodore Moneymaker is all about the prospects. Because prospects lead into success. And success means money. Hell, you only need take one look at me. HAHAHA! Mackenzie and The Blonds join on the laugh, Christian still seeming a little confused as to what's going on. THEODORE Now Mackenzie has informed me about you. And apparantly, you're a smart guy. Am I right? WRIGHT My intelligence is unparalled within this company. THEODORE That's exactly what I thought. (looks off into the distance) You know, nowadays, I'm such a busy man. As a successful entrepreneur and professional wrestler I've got a lot on my plate. Not enough hours in the day. It's so hard to find the time to count my vast fortunes... to check my stocks... keep tabs on all my little side-interests. Aaah. Sometimes, I just yearn for a simpler life. Being "The Billion Dollar Heir" is hard sometimes. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Mackenzie wraps a comforting arm around the whimsical Moneymaker's shoulder, as the Blonds wipe away tears from their eyes. THEODORE I have a mantra in life, Christian. Money breeds success, because success breeds money. The desire for one breeds the desire for the other you see. Now, from the looks of things, you need success. Which must therefore mean... A subtle nod from Moneymaker prompts Mackenzie to reach into his breast pocket. Counting out a handful of bills, Mackie strolls over and seductively slides the wad of cash in Christian Wright's back pocket! Complete with a flutter of the eyelashes! Wright's eyes bulge a little as he grabs the bills from his pocket and counts them out. At least 5 notes, presumably 100s. Small change to Theodore Moneymaker, but enough to peak The Natural's interest it seems. THEODORE Take it all in buddy. That's freshly printed, only the best when you're dealing with me. Wright nods, still staring at the money. THEODORE What I'm looking for Christian is someone to join my Enterprise. A smart man. An intelligent man. A man like you, who can keep an eye on all of my wheelings and dealings and manage my large portfolio. A Financial Analyst of sorts. And naturally, working for Theodore Moneymaker, there's plenty more where that came from. Eyebrows peaking, Wright fans the money across the palm of his other hand. THEODORE What you've got here is a once in a lifetime offer. So, what's it to be my friend? Deal, or No Deal? WRIGHT Well, Mr Moneymaker... ...you've acquired yourself a deal! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" As the smile creeps back onto his face, CW stashes the cash back in his pocket and shakes the hand of the laughing Moneymaker to seal the deal! Ned and Simon exchange handshakes with their new associate as well, Mackenzie applauding away in the background as Christian finds himself in the fold. OKERLUND Theo... MONEYMAKER Take a good look, little man! Take a good look, because this is proof as if proof were needed... that Money Talks and Bullshit Walks! MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Right on cue, AC/DC's "Money Talks" hits again as the new-found fivesome turn away and make their leave, Moneymaker still chuckling away as Mackenzie DeCenzo tries to get some applause going, to no avail what-so-ever. VENTURA And there it was, the merger announcement involving Moneymaker Enterprises and SMN Productions and the acquisition of Christian Wright. I'm now joined by all members of the Enterprise. Theodore Moneymaker, Christian Wright, the Beverly Hills Blonds and Mackenzie DeCenzo. Guys, the markets are still buzzin' about your announcement. THEODORE As they should, Jesse. The Enterprise is compromised of the best talent in the world. Just look around you. In addition to yours truly, the Enterprise picked up the hottest tag team in the sport today and the 2005 Rookie of the Year in the Beverly Hills Blonds and Christian Wright respectively. Somebody didn't just say stick 4 guys together with a beautiful woman and give them a catchy name. It's the result of grueling hours put in at the office by myself and the lovely Mackenzie DeCenzo to get this deal done. Now that we've dotted the i's and crossed the t's, the Enterprise is officially in business. BWAHAHAHAHAHA! VENTURA And it debuts tonight with two men who love the spotlight in action against Rescue 911, Simon Singleton and Ned Blanchard, the Beverly Hills Blonds. SIMON Rescue 911 aren't a team to be taken lightly, Jess. Well, actually, they are. The good news is, once we're through hurting them real bad at least they can tend to themselves. NED Simon, buddy, there's a high probability we could hurt them both bad. What then? SIMON Hmm...good point. I know. We'll just hurt one real bad and hurt the other one plain ol' bad. NED Works for me. By the way, for all you animal lovers out there, no sheep will be harmed in the filming of our match! The Enterprise laugh hysterically. Except Christian Wright, he's got more of a wry smirk on his face. But his associates love it. Commercial break Edited November 3, 2006 by KingPK Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted November 3, 2006 Anglesault is shown sitting in his office, to a huge pop. A knock on the door is heard. ANGLESAULT Come in! The cheers turn to boos as Reject walks into the view of the camera. REJECT You wanted to see me? ANGLESAULT Yes. As you know, thanks to your boys, Jumbo is still laid up at home. A smirk comes across Reject's face. ANGLESAULT However, he has informed me that he will be ready to go in time for November Reign, and he wanted me to inform you of his challenge to a Survivor Series-style match. Crowd cheers, as Reject begins to laugh. ANGLESAULT I wouldn't start laughing just yet, Reject. He also let me know that in addition to Spanish Fly and Team Jamaica, one of his partners will be the man who defeated you this past Saturday at Syndicated...Colombian Heat! Crowd pops, as Reject does stop laughing, but still keeps his smirk. REJECT You know what? That's fine. Yes, Colombian Heat did CHEAT his way to a victory this Saturday, but like I've done all year, all my LIFE, I'm going to bounce back... As Reject is saying this, an arm goes around and a hand rests on his shoulder. The camera pans over to show Alfdogg as the owner of the arm, drawing more boos from the crowd. ANGLESAULT Alf! Long time, no see. NICE showing on Saturday. Reject smirks once again. ALF (nodding sarcastically) Very funny. ANGLESAULT Can I help you with something? ALF Well, I came in here to discuss this triple cage match at November Reign, because I KNOW you've got a spot reserved for me. ANGLESAULT You know, I was going to talk to you about that...in fact, I have spots reserved for both of you! Alf and Reject start to trash-talk about the belt. ANGLESAULT IF...if, you make it through your first match of the night. You see, you will both be participating in Survivor Series-style matches...and if you happen to survive those matches, and whoever happens to survive their matches, will advance to the Triple Cage main event for the championship of the world. *crowd cheers* ANGLESAULT Now Alf, as for your match. You'll be taking your team, against a team captained by Brock Ausstin! *crowd roars* ANGLESAULT Now, Brock will have America's Team on his side, and his other partner... ALF It doesn't matter. I've got the Mammoth, and I've got the greatest tag team in the world on my side. Who could Brock possibly have... At this point, an arm goes around Alf's shoulder, and Alf looks over, and is shocked to see Thunderkid as the owner of the arm! The crowd goes NUTS. TK That's right, Alf. At November Reign, you and I will be on opposite sides of the ring. And when it's all said and done, I'll be moving on to the Triple Cage, to take the belt away from Drek Stone! *crowd cheers* TK (looks over at Reject) Maybe I'll see you there, "partner"! TK slaps Alf on the back, and leaves the office, as the camera zooms in on Alf, who nervously watches TK depart the room. *cut to Sofa Central* COACH Wow, HUGE annoucements for November Reign! COLE Absolutely, two big Survivor Series-style matches announced, and the survivors will advance to the Triple Cage match later in the night! Switching gears, this past Saturday we saw the long-awaited debut of James Riggs at Syndicated. He had spent the past month bragging about his skill and ability, but you can't help but be a bit impressed by his first win against Prince Killings. COACH A bit impressed? He beat Prince in SEVENTEEN seconds! Boom, one move and it's all over but the crying. COLE OAOAST.com caught up with Prince Killings after the match and Prince realized that wrestling just wasn't for him, something everyone else figured out two years ago, and officially retired from the sport. COACH Looks like the porn industry just found their new "Man #2"! COLE James Riggs was supposed to make his HeldDOWN debut this week, but travel problems have prevented him from coming to the arena tonight, so his match will be pushed to next week. COACH Aw, no Staci? COLE There's like two hot valets for every wrestler around here and you are complaining that one can't make it? COACH She hasn't been creeped out wooed by the Coach's patented pick-up lines. COLE "My tests just came back negative" is NOT a good pick-up line, Jonathan. And now OAOAST BACKTRACKER, brought to you by The Enterprise TWO WEEKS AGO As Moracca checks on Mariachi in the ring, the BEVERLY HILLS BLONDS and LOS CONQUISATADORS strike! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Moracca catches them coming in out of the corner of his eye, but is unable to fend off the 4 on 1 attack on his own. Los Conquistadors decking him with their BARB WIRE-wrapped fists, slicing Moracca open! The Blonds get in on the action, shooting him into the ropes and...DOUBLE FEATURE FLAPJACK...splash Moracca down onto Mariachi. Simon and Ned use their belts to keep OAOAST officials at bay, threatening to whip anyone who dare enters as Los Conquistadors tie Los Diablos in the ropes and feel El Ovéja up right in front of them! COLE How disgusting! Los Conquistadors molesting the masoct of Los Diablos de Fuego. There's no need for this. No need at all. Damn them! Los Conquistadors open up El Ovéja blow hole and take turns sticking their fingers into it, giggling like school girls as it deflats. Los Diablos shed tears for their beloved mascot, then blood as Uno and Dos dig their barb wire fists into the forehead! In one last cruel act, Los Conquistadors shred El apart with the barb wire, leaving what's left of it scattered across the ring in little pieces to the delight of the Blonds. This has been OAOAST BACKTRACKER, presented by The Enterprise You say its urgent Make it fast, make it urgent Do it quick, do it urgent Gotta rush, make it urgent BUFFER Tthe following contest, one fall with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first, from the OAOAST First Responders Unit...EMT TIM and OFFICER BOSLEY...RESCUE 911~! Because real men don't respect authority Rescue 911 are booed by the male base in attendence, but cheered wildly by the ladies who love a man in uniform, especially two studs like Bosley and Tim who send chills down their backs just by winking at them. COLE Let me tell you what I love about the OAOAST, ladies and gentlemen. Today's athletes would demand immediate title bouts and matches with high-profile opponents. Not in the OAOAST. Here you have two young men, in Rescue 911, trying to establish a name for themselves by taking on some of the best tag teams in the OAOAST. Their record may be less-than-steller, true, but their defeats will go a long way in developing their character and skills as wrestlers. Sometimes you gotta fail to succeed, and I have a gut feeling we'll hear a lot from Rescue 911 in the years to come. COACH Geez, could you suck their d... Call me (call me) on the line Call me, call me any, anytime BUFFER Their opponents, representing The Enterprise and accompanied to the ring by their business consultant MACKENZIE DECENZO...from Beverly Hills, 90210, here are Simon Singleton and Ned Blanchard...THE BEVERLY HILLS BLLLLLLOOOONDSSSSSSSSS! The Blonds make their red carpet arrival to much fanfare. The trio walk toward the ring and the white light caused by all the flashing bulbs from on-lookers wanting to snap a picture of greatness. Fortunately for the Blonds, they have protection in the form of highly expensive sunglasses! COACH Now here is a team you should be singing the praises of, Mikey. You know, actual winners. 3-time World tag team champions. Rich AND famous. COLE There's no disputing the greatness of the Beverly Hills Blonds. Their attitude on the other hand... COACH ...is modern, baby. Ever since they dumped that old-timer Jim Cornette for Mackenzie DeCenzo, their wallets have gotten fatter and the mainstream is dying for these guys to hawk their products. COLE Say what you will about Jim Cornette, but the man instilled respect for the sport in Simon and Ned. Now all they respect is money and power. Take the piece of footage we saw moments ago featuring the mishandling of Los Diablos de Fuego. It's fitting the Blonds would end up with two other men who feel the same in fellow Enterprise associates Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright. Mackenzie DeCenzo sets up shop ringside. Stage hands placing her DIRECTOR'S CHAIR in the Blonds corner. She takes her seat and cheers on Simon and Ned. * DING DING * After the pop and circumstance is over, the bell is rung and both teams are ready to go. Ned Blanchard and EMT Tim lean in for a lockup, but the Handsome Hustler pulls away at the last second and kicks Timmy in the gut. With his opponent stunned Ned unloads with heavy rights. He shoots the medic to the ropes and knocks him off his feet, driving the back of the elbow into the chest. Blanchard motions to the corner as he pulls the officer up, and rams him into the knee of Simon Singleton! Now the legal man Simon isolates Tim in the corner and delivers stinging knife-edge chops and forearm blows. SIMON Whoooooooooo! (to Officer Bosley) Tim's backed against the ropes and clubbed hard across the shoulders. Simon stays on the attack, whipping Tim to the far side and drills him with a brutal dropkick flush to the jaw. Simon then decks Officer Bosley, allowing him and Ned to hit their DOUBLE FEATURE FLAPJACK on EMT Tim! COLE The Blonds about to put Rescue 911 out of their misery. Here's the cover. ONE... TWO... SIMON KICKOUT!? According to Simon, whose exaggerated facial expressions would lead you to believe Tim is Hulking Up on him despite the fact he leapt up on his own. Ned helps EMT Tim back to his feet and wags his finger in Simon's face Hogan style, brother, even going as far as to cup the ear! COACH Oh, my God! He IS Hulking Up! COLE Give me a break. The Blonds treating this match like a joke. How embarrassing it must be for Tim, a man who serves his community as an EMT when not wrestling, being humiliated on worldwide television. Tim knows it as well and fights back, landing an elbow upside Blanchard's head! Simon goes right for Tim's eyes, jabbing the thumb into the socket, something that would stop any man outside of a low blow. Tim is on the verge of being smashed into the top turnbuckle when he puts his foot on the middle rope, effectively blocking the move, then catches Singleton with an elbow to the gut and sends him into the buckle instead! The EMT wails away on Simon, hip tossing him out of the corner and back into the ropes to tag fellow First Responder Officer Bosley. The 6'5" officer and a gentleman patiently waits on the apron as Tim Irish whips Simon, leveling him on the rebound with a back elbow. He then slingshots Bosley into the ring...BIG SPLASH! ONE... TWO... TH--KICKOUT! Rattled, Simon instinctively drives his knee into the gut as he's brought up and heads to the top. Double axe handle...INTO A BOOT TO THE FACE! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" Bosley quickly follows up with a fisherman's suplex! ONE... TWO... THREE--NO! The pin is broken up by Ned, who's scolded on the way back to his corner by referee Earl Hebner. Little does Blanchard know, since he spends too much time jawing with ringside fans, a tag has been made. Officer Bosley scoopes Simon in a bearhug as EMT Tim springboards to the top and nails a dropkick! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! The inexperience of Tim is evident when he sends Simon in for a ride towards his side of the ring, enabling him to make a blind tag to the Handsome Hustler. Not realizing his mistake at the time Tim then makes the error of tipping his next move, lowering his head for a backdrop. The veteran Singleton sees it and leapfrogs over the top, all while continuing his stride across the ring. Tim keeps his focus on Simon since he didn't see the tag, leaving himself vulnerable from behind, and like a shark smelling blood in the water Ned Blanchard steps in and CLIPS Tim's legs as Simon simultaneously wallops him with a SPINNING WHEEL KICK! COACH DAYUM~! COLE Welcome to the pros, kid. That's just great tag team wrestling on the part of the Beverly Hills Blonds. They exploited the rookie's mistake and made him pay dearly. But the Blonds aren't prepared to end the bout anytime soon. Still upset from being shown up by Rescue 911, the Blonds plan to film more fight scenes before calling it a wrap. Ned re-shoots the turnbuckle scene from earlier, where Tim blocked Simon's turnbuckle smash, but he's unable to do so here. Blanchard hammers the EMT in the corner, stomping a mudhole and walking it dry. MACKENZIE (directing) Beautiful. Beautiful, Neddy. Now give me a suplex and an elbow smash from the top. One take is all Blanchard needs to perform both moves. Simon is then called to the set. Ned turning over the reigns to his partner. The Blonds introducing a new double-team maneuver to their already vast arsenal, a back suplex suplex that sees Simon float over and splash down onto his opponent! COACH Wow. That like a jump cut you'd see in a 1930s movie. The Blonds are innovative, no doubt about it. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! COACH On, come on. Accept the fact you're gonna lose Bosley. COLE Rescue 911 didn't come to here to collect a pay check, they came to win. And until that 3 count is made they believe they still have a chance. COACH Not if Ned hits this. Coach is speaking of the SLINGSHOT SUPLEX, which is perfectly executed. Officer Bosley tries to buy his partner some time by entering the ring and refusing to exit. The Blonds are too smart for that. They know every trick in the book and even added some! So they make an exchange and climb to the top of opposite corners. Bosley doing a heckuva job distracting the referee, but will it be enough to stop the dropping of the ATOMIC BLOND? YES! Thanks to two people dressed as SHEEP. They swipe the Blonds legs out from under them, crotching Simon and Ned on the turnbuckles! The Blonds straddle the top rope before falling back inside the ring, both rising to their feet in excruciating pain as they hold onto the family jewels. Mackenzie flipping out over what she's seeing. She rushes backstage as the Sheeps follow the Blonds in and... SIMON ...wipe Simon out to the floor with a double dropkick! Ned staggers his way into the arms of one of the sheep who scoops him up for a tombstone, the crowd erupting as they now realize the men under the blood stained sheep heads. The other sheep dives off the middle rope...THE SODIMIZER! COACH It's Los Diablos de Fuego! COLE Oh, now we don't know that. I don't recall Moracca and Mariachi ever wearing sheep heads. COACH Los Diablos, El Ovéja. Put two and two together, stupid! Officer Bosley conveniently ends his unwarranted questioning of referee Hebner as the Sheeps leave to a hero's reception. Tim crawls over and covers Ned! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Mackenzie DeCenzo on her way back with the rest of The Enterprise, Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright. COACH Hurry up, fellas. Hurry! ONE... COLE They're not gonna make it on time. COACH (urgently) Yes, they will. Yes, they will. TWO... Christian Wright is first to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and drops a... THREE! ...double axe handle onto Tim's back, but it's too late! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" * DING DING DING DING * BUFFER Here are your winners...RESCUE 911~! Theodore and Christian kick EMT Tim out of the ring in a fit of rage while Mackenzie throws a tantrum outside, screaming at the top of her lungs. Wright and Moneymaker want answers, but they're not getting them from the referee. Earl steps out on the floor and raises the hands of an exuberant Rescue 911. COLE Officer Bosley and EMT Tim pick up their first win thanks to a little help from...giant sheep! COACH A little help? That was a lotta help! How can Rescue 911 accept a win like that? I know I couldn't. COLE Believe me, a lot of people would, and you'd be one of them. What a wild night it's been, and there's still more to come! Stay with us! HeldDOWN~! continues after this brief time out. Still photo: Earl Hebner raising the hands of Rescue 911. Urgent, urgent, emergency Urgent, urgent, emergency Urgent, urgent, emergency Urgent, urgent, emergency Back from break, and backstage in the Enterprise locker room with Tony Schiavone. The Beverly Hills Blonds going nuts in the background, tossing chairs and luggage. Christian Wright and Mackenzie DeCenzo trying to calm them down. SCHIAVONE We're back live on the air. A very chaotic situation, to say the least. The Beverly Hills Blonds downed by Rescue 911 moments ago on TS-- SIMON For guys who are supposed to protect and serve, Rescue 911 sure did a lot of rulebreaking. They used closed fists, made numerous illegal saves and purposely distracted the referee while Los Diablos de Fuego, like the little bandits that they are, stole the match right out from under us. You saw it. Everybody saw it. We had that match won, damnit! SCHIAVONE There's no denying you guys had the match won on a number of occasions, but rather than go for the pin you decided to toy around with your opponents, and it came back to bite you. THEODORE Shut your trap and open your ears, little man. People try to portray us as racist for our problems with Los Diablos. Uh-uh. It isn't about race. No, it's bigger than that. It's about money. MY MONEY! They tried to get rich and famous off my name. Every entertainment program and magazine covered the incident where Los Diablos drove me face-first into the steel ramp and kissed me. Kissed me, little man. And these weren't two chicks either. Now...now I'm gonna drive them out of the OAOAST and out of the country! NED (shouting) They keep baiting us. They keep baiting us, man. SCHIAVONE (to camera) Yeah, well, I'd say it's the other way around. Michael, I think Los Diablos de Fuego just got themselves a little payback for what the Blonds did to their beloved mascot last week. 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