KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 8, 2006 (edited) COLE We are in the final month of 2006 and HeldDOWN heads back north of the border to Montreal, Canada! Hello everyone, Michael Cole and the Coach at our usual positions at ringside and ready to bring you another great night of e-fed action! Tonight, we've got Stephen Joseph taking on Colombian Heat and the OAOAST X-Title on the line as Reject defends against Felix Strutter. We will also hear from Bruce Blank and Zack Malibu, who will battle in that very ring next week here on HeldDOWN in a "Career vs. Respect" match. COACH That could be an AngleMania headliner, but we're getting an early Christmas present next week! COLE All that and much more coming up tonight, so let's go to the ring to kick it off! *WHIIIR!* *WHIIIR!* "Doctor, doctor, give me the news I've got a bad case of lovin' you No pill's gonna cure my ill I've got a bad case of lovin' you" Robert Palmer's vocals accompany the gyrating Doctors Of Doctornomics to the ring, as do the screams of thousand of women in attendence and in heat. The docs hop on the apron and slowly remove their lab coats to the music, inducing early labor and hot flashes for millions of females around the world. COACH Eat your heart out, "Loverboy" Patrick Dempsey. Get a good look at the real Dr. McDreamys. COLE The Coach putting over the Love Doctors? You must be in the holiday spirit, Coach. COACH Hey, like any good color commentator, I call 'em like I see 'em. Max and Steven are a helluva team. Quick and agile. Former HI-YAH tag team champions. A team with a bright future. All they need is someone like a Mackenzie DeCenzo to help guide their careers. You know, somebody who'd show them the error of their ways for listening to the fans. COLE (sighs) I knew your compliments were leading somewhere. You never say anything good without ending with a negative. COACH Constructive criticism. 6 men fill the ring. The Love Doctors, their opponents, the referee and ring announcer Michael Buffer. BUFFER The following contest, one fall, 10 minute time limit. Introducing first, in the corner to my left, from Orlando, Florida...the brother combination of Rodney and Eli Monroe! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE I wouldn't sleep on these two men, ladies and gentlemen. Rodney Monroe is one of the best brawlers competing in the south today, while his brother is in his rookie season. If they have any aspirations of being feature players in the hottest promotion in the world, the OAOAST, a win over the Love Doctors would put them right in the mix of things. BUFFER Their opponents, from the Windy City, 456 pounds...DR. MAX ANDERSON and DR. STEVEN PIGLEY... THE LLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOVVEEEEE DOCTOORRRRSSSS! "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" The Docs give their fans a big thumbs up, and for one lucky female Dr. Max Anderson's stethoscope which he personally delivers. * DING DING DING * Starting for their teams are Eli Monroe and Dr. Steven Pigley, who takes the rookie over with an armdrag out of a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Eli rushes to his feet and again is brought down by an armdrag. The two lock up again, and this time Eli gets the better of it, planting the knee into the doctor's bread basket. Amazing French Canadian right hands rock Steven. Monroe sends Pigley in for the ride, setting low for a backdrop...but there's a blind tag. Steven leapfrogs over the top and spins the youngster around, nailing him with an inverted atomic drop as Dr. Max connects with a dropkick. THE LOVEMATIC GRAMPA! ONE... TWO... NO! Rodney breaks up the fall. Docs execute another quick tag. Pigley waits for a groggy Eli to return to a vertical base and then delivers a perfect headscissors takedown. To the rookie Monroe's credit, he gets right back up, and walks into a side headlock. He shoves Steven off towards the heel corner, where trouble looms in the form of a knee to the back by Rodney! The senior member of his team, Rodney steps in and hammers away on Steven, snapping him over for a big elbow drop. Monroe heads to the middle rope, cocks his fist and gives it a big wet kiss before diving off...slamming his hand directly into the canvas! Dr. Max receives the page to return to action, his Kobashi spinning backfists leaving Rodney jelly-legged. Irish whip, followed by the famous ANDERSON SPINEBUSTER~! ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! Anderson looks to bring de Janeiro up in an armbar, but Rodney rakes the eyes and slams Max's pretty face into the dirty sole of Eli's boot. Their eyes set on re-arranging Anderson's handsome features, Rodney screams at Eli to "beat on him." COACH You gotta love this. Brotherly advice. COLE Rodney showed some toughness earlier, kicking out of Anderson's devastating spinebuster. Whatever advantage the Monroes had disappears after Max reverses an Irish whip and backdrops Eli. The twenty-something doctor sends the women into a frenzy by shaking his rump. Then the tag, an Irish whip, and every tag team's favorite move...the double dropkick! Anderson with a scoop and a slam. Pigley climbs the turnbuckles and flies... ...SHOOTING STAR ELBOW DROP!! The Docs spot Rodney coming in and drill him with a double dropkick. Anderson then brings Eli back to his feet and up in a bearhug as Pigley goes to the top yet again...SEATED SENTON ONTO ELI! COLE Guerney To The Center Of The Earth! That'll do it. ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING * "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" BUFFER Here are your winners...THE LOVE DOCTORS! COLE Impressive victory for the former HI-YAH tag team champions. You know they'll be one of the 16 teams involved in the 3rd annual Anderson Cup at the beginning of next year. We'll have more information on that later in the month. The camera cuts to the backstage area where Colombian Heat and his girlfriend, Stacey Robertson are making out. The crowd cheers the moment they are shown. Heat and Stacey smile at each other like the lovebirds that they are. STACEY ROBERTSON I can’t believe I’m your manager now! That is SO great! COLOMBIAN HEAT Yeah, girl. Now, youse don’t hafta buy a ticket for every show. Youse apart of the OAOAST now, so youse can come to shows fo’ free! STACEY (laughing) Oh Heat. You can always make me laugh. That’s why I love you! HEAT I thought you loved me cuz I can do you like no one can! STACEY Heat! (sotto voice) not so loud. HEAT Heh. Youse the longest girlfriend I’ve ever had, yo. One year togetha! Gee, that’s like...I dunno...eight years on the streets! STACEY Yeah, we’ve been together for a LONG time, kid. And I’m so happy we’re together. You make my world complete, Heat. I love you. COLOMBIAN HEAT I’s love you too, sweet thang! Colombian Heat and Stacey kiss some more. The camera pans to the right to reveal that "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican is standing right next to the couple, wearing his wrestling attire and wearing his HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt around his waist. PRL has a smirk on his face as he watches Heat and Stacey kiss. The crowd boos. Heat and Stacey stop kissing when they see PRL looking at them. "THE CORPORATE CHAMPION" THA PUERTO RICAN (Gangsta accent) Yo, yo, yo! Wot’s goin’ on, esse? Yo, am I seeing things? Is dis fo’ real? Is super gangsta, mack daddy, pimp of the nation, thuggy mcthugson Colombian Heat going out...with a gringo? COLOMBIAN HEAT First of all, I’s never said I’s was a super gangsta. And second of all...youse needs to back off out of my face, bitch! "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" PRL rolls his eyes. PRL Nice to see that your grammar hasn’t changed since you’ve returned to the OAOAST. COLOMBIAN HEAT I saw what you did to D*LUX. I knew it. I’s knew you was lying! I’s saw right through you, din’t I? Didn’t I? THA PUERTO RICAN Yes, yes. You knew it all along! But so what? Everyone else didn’t. And for that, I am very happy! Because I’ve got this now (PRL taps his belt). And you? Well, you’ve got nothing! STACEY Whoa, whoa, whoa there, wait a second, P.R. Colombian Heat’s got me! And that’s a hell of a lot more important than some wrestling belt! PRL Missy, please step aside for a second. The men are talking here. Well, I should say the *MAN* is talking here. No...wait. Let me rephrase that. Ahem. THE CHAMP IS HERE! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" PRL "smells the electricity". Colombian Heat and Stacey Robertson just look at him funny. COLOMBIAN HEAT Look, I’s got a match with your boy, Popick, tonight. So P.R., if I’s were you, I’d grab a bunch of band aids and rubbing salt when the match is over; cuz I’m gonna leave your boy all banged up and beaten after the match! Ha, ha! PRL Yes, yes, I’ve heard it all before, Heat. Well, for your information, Heat, my "boy" is going to go out there and lay the smackdown on your candy ass so bad that maybe, just maybe, he’ll beat you into speaking HUMAN English! How do you like dem apples? STACEY Don’t you ever get tired of ripping off The Rock? PRL Don’t you ever get tired of butting into other people’s business, little lady? COLOMBIAN HEAT Yo, yo, yo. Hold up! Holdddddddddddddddd up! Don’t you be talkin’ to mah girl like dat! Ya heard me? Colombian Heat gets up and stands face-to-face with Tha Puerto Rican. HEAT Listen here, Puerto. I’ma gonna take care of dat four-eyed bitch tonight! ("YEEEEEEEEEEAAAHHHHHHHHH!") And then, I’ma gonna take care of you! ("YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!") And then, when the time iz right, me and Fly are gonna take care of BOTH of you and take your titles away from you!("YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!") And then, the HI-YAH organization can have Tag Team Champs they’s are proud of! Not some nerdy goofball and a guy who makes all Spanish people look bad! PRL Hee, hee, hee. Colombian Heat, you make all Spanish people look bad just by BREATHING! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" THA PUERTO RICAN I’ve had enough of talking to you. I’ma go go watch the match. Ewwww. I’m starting to talk like you! I gotta get out of here! So Heat, I’ll see you real soon. And you (pointing to Stacey) stay out of my affairs! Okay? Okay. Bye Colombian HACK! And Stephanie, (sotto voice) call me! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PRL sneers at Colombian Heat and then walks away. The crowd boos loudly. Colombian Heat and Stacey Robertson watch PRL walk away. Heat looks on angrily. STACEY You’ll get him soon. Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get him soon. COLE Colombian Heat vs. Stephen Joseph Popick is next! Colombian Heat continues watching PRL walk away, angrily. Stacey Robertson massages his shoulders and keeps saying, "You’ll get him soon. You will." The crowd boos. Commercials Edited December 8, 2006 by KingPK Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 8, 2006 A piano plays a melody causing the crowd to cheer. "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The lights go down in the arena, turning back on in tune with the melody. *COME ON!* *BOOM~!* Pyro explodes, leaving behind fire that burns on both sides of the entrance stage. "Gasolina (Remix)" by Daddy Yankee featuring Lil’ Jon and Pitbull starts playing. The entrance doors slide open, and the crowd cheers louder as Colombian Heat comes out, fired up and ready to go. "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Heat raises his hands, acknowledging his fans. He then tells the crowd to "hold up" for a second as he heads back through the entrance. A few seconds later, he comes out with his girlfriend, Stacey Robertson, who is wearing a white tight T-shirt, gold bracelets, a gold necklace, a black skirt, and black heels. She’s also let her hair down for tonight. Colombian Heat raises Stacey’s hands and then twirls her around, showing her off to the crowd. He gives her a kiss, and then points to both sides of the arena. Colombian Heat, wearing his yellow custom made soccer jersey, grabs Stacey by her left hand, and begins his walk down the entrance ramp, slapping hands with the fans along the way as "Gasolina (Remix)" continues playing. *DING DING DING* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute TV time limit. Introducing first. Coming to the ring at this time. Accompanied by his girlfriend and manager, Stacey Robertson. Originally from Bogotá, Colombia, but now residing in Miami, Florida. Weighing in at 180 lbs. He...is...COLOMBIANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! Colombian Heat continues slapping hands with the fans. Stacey just politely waves, both of them having smiles on their faces. COLE Oh, and what a match we’ve got coming up next! Colombian Heat is going one-on-one with one half of the current HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions, Stephen Joseph Popick! COACH You’re right. This is going to be one hell of a match-up. It was only 3 weeks ago that Stephen Joseph and Tha Puerto Rican defeated Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly en route to becoming HI-YAH Tag Team Champions. Now, after "The Conspiracy" has been revealed, Colombian Heat wants to get some of Popick on his own? Boy, is he in for a reality check! COLE Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly have injected themselves into the ongoing feud between D*LUX and P.R./Popick. It was also 3 weeks ago when D*LUX saved PR and Popick from a beatdown from the two of them. And then, at November Reign, Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly came to the rescue of D*LUX when The Lightning Crew started beating them up. COACH Yeah, and when D*LUX tried to thank them last week, what did Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly do? They stuck up their noses at them! Talk about being jerks. Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly are king jerks! COLE Well, to be fair, D*LUX DID beat them up 3 weeks ago. I can’t blame Heat for not wanting to align himself with D*LUX. COACH Colombian Heat refuses to let go, doesn’t he? COLE It’s not that, he just doesn’t forget easily. COACH How could that be? He doesn’t remember anything, the dumbass. Colombian Heat kisses Stacey Robertson, and then hops into the ring. Heat gets on the second rope and does the "WESTSIIIIIIIDE" hand signal, receiving cheers. Heat then gets on a second turnbuckle. He throws up the "W" hand signal again, receiving more cheers. Stacey applauds her man in the ring. Colombian Heat gets off the second turnbuckle and calls for a microphone. COLE Hey Coach, this should make you happy. Stacey Robertson is now Colombian Heat’s full-time manager. COACH Oh, you betta believe I’m happy. I just wish she would notice me. I mean, what can Colombian Heat give her that I can’t? COLE A good relationship? COACH I...well...okay. You got me there. COLE These fans are on their feet, showing their love for Colombian Heat! COACH Heh, you just made a rhyme. COLE Really? Maybe I should become a rapper. COACH Just stop there. Colombian Heat has a microphone in his right hand. He smiles at Stacey who smiles back. The lights go back on in the arena as Colombian Heat begins speaking. COLOMBIAN HEAT Yo! Yo! Yo! YO! YO! YO! YO! YOOOOOOOOOO! The crowd cheers loudly. "Gasolina (Remix)" by Daddy Yankee featuring Lil’ Jon and Pitbull dies down. "HEAT!" "HEAT!" "HEAT!" "HEAT!" COLOMBIAN HEAT I’s maybe in another country, but I’s knows that I’s got fans all over da globe! SOOOOOOOOOOO, if all of y’all are ready to see me make Stephen Joseph Popick feel the Heat, then Montreal, make some noise UP IN THIS-- "BI-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTCCCH~!" Colombian Heat nods his head, a grin on his face. COACH I thought Quebec was different from the rest of Canada. They like Colombian Heat just like other Canadians do! COLE Well Colombian Heat says he has fans all around the globe! COACH I thought he said that because he was high. Colombian Heat puts the microphone away and then kisses Stacey, who then leaves the ring. Heat removes his yellow soccer jersey and hands it over to a ringside attendant. Heat looks at the entrance. Cue: "It Ain’t Over For Me" by Terrence Howard "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" White pyro starts cascading down from the top of the AngleTron. The entrance doors slide open, and Stephen Joseph Popick comes out, his HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt proudly strapped around his waist. Popick has a wide smile on his face as he jogs out. He looks at the jeering crowd with a look of smugness on his face. Stephen stretches out his arms in a crucified position. *PYRO~!* *PYRO~!* *PYRO~!* *PYRO~!* *PYRO~!* Popick turns around, an evil smile etched on his face. He begins his walk down the entrance ramp, one hand on his belt, and the other one refusing to touch the fan’s hands. BUFFER And his opponent. From Atlanta, Georgia. Weighing in at 225 lbs. He is one-half of the HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions. The Most Hated Man In The OAOAST. STEPHEN JOSEPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH POPPPPPIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! Stephen Joseph Popick continues his walk to the ring as "It Ain’t Over For Me" continues playing. Popick jaws with some fans. COLE Colombian Heat will meet Stephen Joseph Popick one-on-one for the first time in their careers. But there is still alot of history between these two. It was Popick who bashed Colombian Heat in the back of the head with a lead pipe the night Popick aligned himself with Tha Puerto Rican. COACH And since we are bringing up ancient history, Colombian Heat has always wanted to fight Popick, ever since Popick made the Puerto Rican Championship an official OAOAST Title. So yeah, this hatred goes back YEARS. Stephen Joseph Popick lunges after a fan at ringside, and then climbs the ring steps. He gets on a second rope and scans the crowd. The fans boo him viciously. Popick just smirks at them. COLE It sure does, Coach. Heat doesn’t get PRL tonight, PRL is going to take on Tyler Bryant later on, but he does get his hands on PRL’s manager and "Career Consultant". Maybe if Heat beats Popick tonight, a title shot maybe considered for Heat and Spanish Fly! COACH Ha! Yeah! Like THAT will ever happen! SJP gets off the second turnbuckle into the ring. He sneers at Colombian Heat. Popick unstraps his HI-YAH World Tag Team Title belt and raises it in the air, and then thrusts it in front of his face so that Colombian Heat can get a good close look at it. Popick mouths, "It will never be yours." as he hands the belt to a ringside attendant. He then stretches on the ropes. Colombian Heat gives Popick a dirty look. COLE We’ve got the makings of a 3-way feud going on right now, and tonight we will see the wrestlers involved in that feud in action. Later on tonight, "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican takes on "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant, and in the main event, Spanish Fly will take on a wrestler to be announced. COACH Oh, I love that. Make Spanish Fly wait till the last minute to find out who he’s going to face. That’s great. Way to stress him out, P.R.! SJP removes his sunglasses and hands them to a ringside attendant. He and Colombian Heat stand at separate turnbuckles as referee Brian Hebner pats them down. Afterwards, he calls for the bell as "It Ain’t Over For Me" by Terrence Howard dies down. *DING DING DING* COLOMBIAN HEAT (with Stacey Robertson) vs. STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK Stacey Robertson cheers Heat on as the crowd chants, "HEAT!" Colombian Heat and SJP stare at each other. COLE And here we go! What a night this has already been on HeldDOWN~!, and we’ve still got plenty more to go! Colombian Heat and Stephen Joseph Popick circle each other. They lock up. Popick goes behind Heat, trying for a German Suplex. However, Heat won’t budge, and instead, grabs Popick and gives him a headlock takedown. However, Popick turns that into a legscissors, but CH escapes. Both men get up at the same time. Stephen applies a side headlock on Heat, and cinches the hold. COLE Hey look! Actual WRESTLING! Colombian Heat gets to his feet and reverses the side headlock into an arm wringer. Popick arm-drags Heat down while still in the arm-wringer and tries to escape, but Heat holds on and turns it into an arm-bar. COACH He’s like an idiot savant, minus the savant. Colombian Heat is still applying the arm-bar as Stacey Robertson cheers him on. SJP slowly gets to his feet, desperately trying to fight out of the hold. But it’s no dice, as Colombian Heat turns the armbar into another arm-wringer, which he then turns into a wristlock. But Stephen Joseph Popick trips Colombian Heat and applies a facelock on him. But the facelock is short lived as Heat reverses the facelock into an arm-bar. COLE Some nice wrestling between Heat and Popick as we start this match. Colombian Heat cinches the arm-bar hold tight as Stephen Joseph gets to his knees. SJP is soon on a vertical base and grabbing Heat by his legs, charging him into a turnbuckle to escape the arm-bar. Popick then starts kneeing Heat in the stomach repeatedly. He punches Heat in the face twice, and then kicks him in the stomach. COLE Popick hurt his hand punching Heat in the head! COACH Well, he is hard headed! Popick pulls Heat from the turnbuckle and applies a side headlock on him before taking him down to the mat. He continues applying the headlock on Heat on the mat, causing Brian Hebner to start checking on him. "LET’S GO HEAT!" "LET’S GO HEAT!" "LET’S GO HEAT!" "LET’S GO HEAT!" COLE No longer will you hear "LET’S GO POPICK!" chants! Soon, Colombian Heat is on his right knee. Soon he is on his feet. Popick shakes his head, refusing to believe that Heat is getting up. Still, Colombian Heat takes Stephen Joseph into the ropes and whips him into the opposite ropes. Unfortunately for Heat, Popick is the one who strikes, shoulderblocking Heat onto the mat. Popick bounces off the ropes, leaps over Heat, and then bounces off the opposite ropes, and this time Heat is ready with an AJ Styles-like dropkick, knocking the HI-YAH Tag Champion down to the mat! COLE And Heat with a dropkick taking down The Most Hated Man In The OAOAST! CH picks up SJP and gives him The Stroke! COLE Bong Hit from Colombian Heat! Heat stomps on Stephen Joseph, and then picks him up and slams his head on the top turnbuckle pad. STACEY ROBERTSON Yeah! Let’s go Heat! Colombian Heat hits Popick with several shoulder tackles, and then starts kneeing him in the stomach. Heat motions for Popick to get up, so Popick chops him across the chest! Heat decides to stop taunting Popick, and starts hitting him with the CLUBBERIN’~! THEY BE CLUBBERIN’~! forearms of DOOM~! Popick fires back with another knife-edged chop across Heat’s chest! *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *DOUBLE CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Stephen Joseph Popick grabs Colombian Heat by his shaved head and takes him over to the opposite turnbuckle where he slams his head on top of the top turnbuckle pad. Popick then lifts Heat up. High Angle Neckbreaker! COLE Oh my! What a move from Stephen Joseph! COACH Yeah! Watch him take Colombian Heat apart inch by inch! You’re seeing a master of the squared circle at work people! Popick picks Colombian Heat up. He whips Colombian Heat into a turnbuckle--Heat reverses--and Popick hits the turnbuckle sternum first! CH goes for the cover! 1... 2... KICK OUT! Heat is pissed, but he goes back to the match. CH picks Popick up by his pants and throws him through the ropes onto the floor. Stephen Joseph gets on his feet, so Colombian Heat jumps off the ring apron and nails Popick in the back with a double axehandle! COLE Look at Colombian Heat go! I’ve never seen him like this! COACH Disqualify him, ref! They’re out of the ring! Start counting! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! COLE Pipe down Coach! Here, have a cookie. COACH Ooh, cookie! CH picks Popick up by his black tanktop and lifts him up, dropping him onto the barricade! Heat then grabs Popick and throws him back into the ring. COLE You know Heat and Fly would love a shot at the HI-YAH World Tag Team Titles someday. COACH Like that will happen. Colombian Heat follows Popick into the ring and covers him. It gets two. So, Heat applies a reverse chinlock on Stephen Joseph. Brian Hebner checks to make sure that it isn’t a chokehold, and then checks to see if Popick gives up. Popick fights through the pain to escape the chinlock, so Heat gets up and stomps him all over his body. Heat bounces off the ropes and does the "Where The Hood At!?" onto Stephen Joseph! COLE Here’s the cover! 1! 2! And Popick gets the shoulder up! Colombian Heat picks up Stephen Joseph Popick. He punches him in the face. Popick punches Heat in the face. Popick punches Heat in the face again and again. Popick chops Colombian Heat across the chest. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Popick Irish whips Colombian Heat into the ropes--Colombian Heat reverses--and kicks Popick in the gut. Colombian Heat then grabs Popick and hits him with the Pimp Juice! Stacey jumps up and down seeing this. COLE Pimp Juice on Stephen Joseph and he is down! COACH Huh? Sorry, I was looking at Stacey right there for a second. Popick is in so much pain that he rolls out of the ring. He uses the ring apron to pull himself up. Heat sees this, so he heads to the ropes, bounces off of them, and then charges towards Popick for a baseball slide! NO! Popick moves out of the way, grabs Heat, whips him into the ring steps! COLE Oh! And Colombian Heat’s right shoulder met those steps! COACH Oh. Too bad. Well, life goes on. Popick laughs at the fallen Colombian Heat. The crowd starts booing. "PO-PICK SUCKS!" "PO-PICK SUCKS!" "PO-PICK SUCKS!" "PO-PICK SUCKS!" COLE This crowd showering Popick with boos! And just three weeks ago, this man was getting cheers! COACH Shows what kind of fans we got here in the OAOAST. Fair-weather fans! Popick poses with a smirk on his face. He grabs Colombian Heat by his head, taking off his Colombian flag bandana in the process. SJP clubs the right shoulder, causing Heat much pain. SJP then whips Colombian Heat into the ring steps again! COLE Again into the ring steps! COACH Yay! I am liking this match so far! Heat holds his right shoulder, wincing in pain. Popick motions for Heat to get up, but he knows he won’t. SJP takes a few steps back...and then charges forward...hitting Colombian Heat with a DROPKICK on the outside! COLE Whoa! What a shot! Popick just made Heat’s right shoulder worst with that dropkick! Stacey Robertson is starting to grow concerned. The dropkick took alot out of Popick too, as he is slower in getting up this time. Popick wipes the sweat off of his forehead and flicks it at Heat. Popick then picks Colombian Heat up, throwing him into the ring as Brian Hebner’s count reaches 6. SJP covers Heat. 1... Heat puts his right hand on the bottom rope! COLE Smart move by Heat. COACH Oh, he was just lucky there. SJP eyes the ref angrily, and then gets up. Stephen Joseph Popick picks Colombian Heat up by his yellow basketball jersey and then taunts him...before whipping him into a turnbuckle right shoulder first! Heat stumbles onto the mat, holding his right shoulder in pain. COLE Popick hurt the right shoulder on the outside, and is now zeroing in on it, weakening Heat. COACH That’s the mark of a great wrestler right there. Knowing how to pick apart a body part. The crowd has quieted down as Stephen Joseph picks Heat up, and whips him right shoulder first into the opposite turnbuckle! Heat falls to the mat in horrible pain. But Popick’s not done with him yet, grabbing Heat’s right arm and applying an arm-bar on it. COLE The crowd egging Popick on. They were all duped two weeks ago at November Reign when it was revealed that everything that had happened in the past month between PRL and The Lightning Crew was all a hoax designed to give PRL and Popick the HI-YAH Tag Team Titles. And two teams were the victims of that hoax, and tonight, those two teams will get a piece of PR/Popick! The pain is evident in Colombian Heat’s face, but he refuses to throw in the towel. Stacey Robertson slaps the mat to get the crowd to clap in unison. It works and the crowd comes alive for Colombian Heat. Heat starts shaking his hands. Popick tries to hold onto the arm-bar, but Heat gets to his feet. His legs start shaking and then...Heat armdrags Popick down to the mat! However, Popick returns the favour by hitting CH in the face with a Polish Hammer! COLE And Popick refusing to quit. He’s relentless on Colombian Heat tonight. COACH Popick treats every match like it’s a main event, so you best of believe that he wants to win tonight. Colombian Heat holds his face, stomping the mat. SJP picks Colombian Heat up by his head again. After kicking him in the stomach, Popick whips Heat into a turnbuckle right shoulder first! Popick pulls Heat from in between the first turnbuckle and the second turnbuckle and then gives him a delayed neckbreaker! He goes for the cover, hooking the legs. 1... 2... LEFT SHOULDER UP! It is now apparent just how bad that Polish Hammer was as Colombian Heat is bleeding from the nose. But Popick doesn’t stop his assault, turning Heat onto his stomach so that he can stomp on his right shoulder some more. Joseph then picks up CH and whips him into the ropes. Popick gives Heat a drop toehold, and then gets up, bounces off of the ropes again, and then hits Colombian Heat with a seated dropkick on the right shoulder! COLOMBIAN HEAT AAAAHHHH! OH GOD! OH, JESUS! AAAAAAHHHHHH! COLE Look at the pain Colombian Heat is in! And Stacey Robertson doesn’t like it one bit. COACH Hey, she knows what’s what. Stacey slaps the mat repeatedly, desperately trying to bring Colombian Heat back to life. Heat is holding his right shoulder anytime he can, which is very little, since Popick won’t stop picking him up. This time, Popick hits Heat with a snap suplex, and then covers him for two. "HEAT!" "HEAT!" "HEAT!" "HEAT!" Blood is dripping from Colombian Heat’s nose. He heads over to a turnbuckle to rest, but that doesn’t work as Popick stomps him in the chest. COLE Heat may have a broken nose! SJP picks up Colombian Heat and whips him into the opposite turnbuckle. Heat hits the turnbuckle back first, but it still hurts his right shoulder. Heat collapses onto the mat. Popick then drops a knee onto the right shoulder. SJP picks Heat up and places him against the turnbuckle so that he can punch him in the face. Popick rips Heat’s yellow basketball jersey off and then chops him across the chest! ("WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!") Popick whips CH into the opposite turnbuckle. He charges forward...right into a back elbow from Colombian Heat! COLE And now Colombian Heat maybe fighting back! Heat climbs the top rope...but gets punched in the chest several times by Popick! Popick gets on the second rope, but Heat punches him in the back. Heat continues punching him, but Popick punches back. Finally, Heat shoves Popick off the turnbuckle and onto the mat. Heat stands up, looks at the cheering crowd, looks at Stacey, and then jumps off the top rope... DOING A SKY TWISTER PRESS ONTO STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK! COLE Straight From Da Street! Straight From Da Street from Colombian Heat! What an amazing move by Colombian Heat! Colombian Heat and Stephen Joseph Popick both lie on the mat. They start moving around. The crowd is hot following the Straight From Da Street. COLE Can Colombian Heat capitalize? Stacey Robertson is looking cheery now following that move. Stephen Joseph rolls out of the ring to recover, while Colombian Heat just lies on the mat, sweating, breathing hard, and holding his right shoulder in pain. A "HEAT!" chant starts up again. COLE Heat and Popick are reeling. Whose gonna come out on top of this matchup? Momentums can shift coming up next! Colombian Heat uses the second rope to get up. Popick is resting his head on the ring apron. He is holding his stomach. Stacey Robertson is smiling, and that’s the last image we see as we head to a break. Commercials We return to HeldDOWN~! with Colombian Heat punching Stephen Joseph Popick on a turnbuckle. COLE Back on HeldDOWN~!, and fans, during the break, Colombian Heat took control of the match, laying into Stephen Joseph Popick with rights and lefts. COACH He cheated to gain control. COLE No he didn’t. You’re just looking for an excuse! COACH Well, he did. I know he did. I just don’t know HOW. COLE Whatevers Coach. Whatevers. Colombian Heat unleashes a combination of chops and punches against Stephen Joseph. Heat rips off Popick’s tanktop so that he can cause more pain for the HI-YAH World Tag Team Champion. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Suddenly, the fans start booing. They turn their attention to the entryway. And just why are they doing this? Because none other than VITAMIN X, The X-Man, is coming down the entrance ramp. VX is wearing his street clothes and is looking right at a certain someone in the ringside area. COLE What the? Vitamin X is out here. And what for? VX is checking out Stacey Robertson. He walks closer to her and smells her red hair. Stacey doesn’t notice this as she is watching the match, but she does turn around when Vitamin X tries to lift up her skirt! COLE Hey! You stay away from her X! You have no right to be out here! COACH Hey, he’s not doing anything wrong. He just wants to check out Stacey. I know how he feels. Stacey yells at X, but The X-Man tries to play innocent, saying that he means no harm and just wanted to look at her. But Stacey doesn’t buy it, and slaps VX across the face! COLE Whoa! I heard that all the way out here! COACH Come on Stacey! Can’t you let other guys look at you? You’re not Ms. Elizabeth, and Colombian Heat is no "Macho Man"! Vitamin X holds his left cheek and massages it. He tells Stacey that he’s going to back away. He does, walking back up the entrance ramp, but still looking at Stacey. Stacey eyes him angrily. COLE Someone get Vitamin X out of here! COACH Would you relax Cole? He’s leaving by his own accord right now. COLE Good. I hope he stays out. Colombian Heat is seeing all of this in the ring. He sticks his head out and threatens Vitamin X with bodily harm. X calmly continues walking back up the entrance ramp, but when Heat looks away, he licks his lips. Stacey motions that she wants to vomit. COLE Certainly alot of history between Colombian Heat and Vitamin X, and now, it looks like Vitamin X is lusting after Heat’s girlfriend! COACH Can you blame him? He was attracted to Stacey’s beauty, just like me! Back in the ring, Colombian Heat is stomping on Stephen Joseph’s chest. Colombian Heat picks Stephen Joseph up and Irish whips him into the ropes. Heat follows that with a leg lariat! COLE Leg lariat by Colombian Heat! Heat plays to the fans, who cheer. Stacey is still bothered by Vitamin X’s appearance, but manages to continue rooting her boyfriend on. CH exits the ring and climbs the top rope. COLE Heat going up top! Heat is hunched over on the top rope. When he sees Popick on his feet, he jumps off the top rope, hitting him with a missile dropkick! NO! Popick moves out of the way...AND APPLIES THE HIGHER CALLING ON COLOMBIAN HEAT! COLE Heat’s in the Higher Calling! COACH Higher Calling! He’s got him! Colombian Heat quickly crawls over to the ropes, placing his feet on the bottom rope. But Popick won’t let go of the submission move. COLE Heat fighting for his life here! Popick continues applying the Higher Calling on Heat. BRIAN HEBNER Come on, break it up! 1! 2! 3! 4! Popick finally lets go of the Higher Calling. Popick gets up, and drops a few elbows onto Heat’s right arm. SJP drags Colombian Heat by his legs out from the ropes and into the centre of the ring. He goes to grab Heat, but before he can do anything, Heat pops up with the Pele Kick! COLE Pele Kick! Heat with the Pele Kick! COACH Aww! He can hit it from anywhere! Colombian Heat gets up. He waits for Popick to follow him. Popick slowly gets to his feet. When he does, Colombian Heat goes for a spinning heel kick! Popick ducks the spinning heel kick, kicks Heat in the stomach, and gives him a wheelbarrow suplex! SJP picks up Colombian Heat again. He whips him into the ropes. Heat goes for a clothesline, Popick ducks, grabs Heat from behind, and hits him with a German Suplex! Popick then picks up Heat again and gives him a European Uppercut. Then, he kicks Heat in the stomach, and hits him with a X-Factor! COLE Those three moves in succession once again! Colombian Heat had a bit of a flurry off of that leg lariat, but the missed missile dropkick allowed Stephen Joseph Popick to regain control and now Popick maybe climbing the top rope. COACH Oh yeah baby, Popick’s feeling it! He’s feeling it this time! He’s gonna win this match! He’s gonna win it! Stephen Joseph exits the ring and climbs the top rope. He orders Colombian Heat to get up. Colombian Heat sits up. Popick rubs his hands together, patiently waiting for Heat to get to his feet. COLE Heat could be in trouble now. Popick’s ready to strike! COACH Say goodbye Heat! Popick’s got you right where he wants you! COLE Stacey doesn’t like the look of this at all! Colombian Heat gets on one knee. The crowd tries to warn Heat to look out. Popick has an evil smile on his face as he watches Colombian Heat slowly get to a vertical base. STACEY ROBERTSON Heat, look out! LOOK OUT! The crowd freaks out as Colombian Heat is on his feet. He is suffering from fatigue. So much so that he has trouble standing up. Once he’s up, Popick jumps off the top rope, going for a top rope bulldog! COACH Here it comes! HEAT MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! POPICK HITS THE MAT! "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Nobody home! COACH AAAH! OH NO! Stacey breathes a sigh of relief. Stephen Joseph Popick holds his right thigh in pain as Colombian Heat stops to refill his stamina meter. COLE Heat had the ring presence to move out of the way at the last moment. Popick is down and Heat is starting to feel the effects of this match. CH slowly walks over to Stephen and picks him up by his hair. Popick surprises Heat by punching him in the face and then chopping him across the chest. Heat chops Popick across the chest. Popick chops Heat across the chest! Heat chops Popick across the chest! Popick! Heat! Popick! Heat! Popick! Heat chops Popick--NO!--Popick ducks and kicks Heat in the stomach. SJP grabs Colombian Heat and whips him into a turnbuckle, intending to target the right shoulder once again, but this time, Heat reverses, lifts Popick up and slams him on the top turnbuckle pad! Popick is in a daze, so Colombian Heat punches Popick in the face. He then punches Popick in the face again. And again! Colombian Heat DANCES~! And then punches Popick in the face a fourth time knocking him down to the mat, completing the Shake, Rattle, & Roll! COLE Shake, Rattle, & Roll from Colombian Heat! Colombian Heat bounces off the ropes, does a SHIMMY~!, and then drops a knee onto the face of Popick. Shaky Leg Kneedrop! COLE Shaky leg kneedrop from Colombian Heat! Heat covers Popick. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! COLE Popick getting hit with two of Colombian Heat’s signature moves. But this match is anybody’s taking! Colombian Heat's nose has stopped bleeding. The blood has dried on Colombian Heat's face. Heat picks up Stephen Joseph Popick and whips him into the ropes. Popick goes for a clothesline, but Heat ducks, grabs Popick from behind, and hits him with the Get Crunk’d Up (Full Nelson Slam)! COACH Kick out Popick! Heat covers Popick! ONE...TWO...LEFT SHOULDER UP! COLE Popick just gets the shoulder up! COACH Phew. Thank God. Thank God he’s still in this match. Phew. Heat can’t believe that wasn’t the end of the match, and neither can Stacey Robertson. Heat once again holds his right shoulder as he gets up. COLE Heat again favouring that right shoulder. COACH Popick hasn’t done enough work on that shoulder. It should be hanging by a thread right now! COLE Yeah, but what are you going to do? CH gets to his feet. He picks Popick up afterwards. *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Colombian Heat places Stephen Joseph Popick in between his legs. Colombian Heat then lifts Stephen Joseph up and runs with him up in the air. He then drops him down with a powerbomb! COLE The Drive-By! Colombian Heat just hit Stephen Joseph Popick with The Drive-By! And down goes Popick again! Colombian Heat gets up...and puts his hands across his throat and gasps for air. "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE And here we go! Here we go! It’s time for the Colombian Necktie! COACH Oh no! No! Look out Popick! Behind you! Colombian Heat takes off what's left of his basketball jersey so that he's just wearing his red T-shirt. Colombian Heat gets into position to deliver the Colombian Necktie. The crowd starts cheering loudly, anticipating the finishing move. Stacey Robertson is all smiles as she watches her man in the ring. Stephen Joseph Popick is crawling around the ring, catching his breath. COLE Colombian Heat is ready to end this match! COACH Don’t encourage him! SJP gets on his left knee. Colombian Heat eggs on Popick. COLE Heat is stalking Popick. COACH Come on Popick! Look out! He’s going to hit you with his finisher! Please look out! Popick slowly gets to his feet. Heat has a smile on his face, knowing what’s coming up and so does Stacey. The crowd is hot, feeling that the end is near for Stephen Joseph Popick. COACH I can’t take this! I just can’t. Popick’s doomed! Oh God! This dumbass is gonna beat a former OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion! Stephen Joseph Popick gets to a vertical base. He is breathing hard, perspiring, and in pain. Colombian Heat smiles as Popick turns around. COLE Can he do it? Even with a hurt shoulder, can Heat lift Popick up? Colombian Heat kicks Stephen Joseph Popick in the stomach. He turns around, grabs Popick’s arms, and then lifts him up. BUT WAIT! Popick slips out of Heat’s grasp and throws him down, quickly applying the HIGHER CALLING on him! COLE Popick’s countered the Colombian Necktie! He’s applied the Higher Calling on Colombian Heat! COACH Yeah, that’s it! Applied it tight, Popick! Make Colombian Heat squeal! Make him scream out in pain! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! The crowd is going nuts as Colombian Heat screams out in pain. COACH Yeah! Heat’s in the middle of the ring. Popick tells Heat to give up, but he refuses, despite Popick pulling back on Heat’s arms. Heat tries to bring his feet over to the ropes, but he’s too far! COLE Heat desperately trying to make it to that bottom rope as Stephen Joseph Popick brings him back to the center of the ring! COACH He has nowhere else to go! He’s stuck! Come on Heat. Just say you give up and it’ll all be over! Don’t worry. The pain will end as soon as you give in. COLE Heat kicking Popick in the back of the head, doing anything he can to loosen the grip and escape the Higher Calling! COACH But it’s not going to happen! Popick has got this match right in the bag! Colombian Heat tries to roll through, but Popick is back on him, further tightening the submission hold! COLE And what a move! Popick’s kept the Higher Calling applied! Stacey Robertson is worrying for her man’s safety right now. The crowd is begging Heat not to give up, but it’s looking more and more likely by the second. Brian Hebner keeps checking up on Heat, asking him if he gives up. But Heat shakes his head, "NO!" POPICK COME ON HEAT! JUST QUIT! COLE Will Heat give up? Colombian Heat keeps kicking Popick in the back of his head. But Popick still won’t let go. Finally, Popick lets go of the Higher Calling, but ONLY because "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican has arrived, wearing his HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt around his waist, and holding a chair. COLE Hey! Tha Puerto Rican is here! He stopped Popick from possibly winning the match! COACH But look what he’s got! COLE Oh great! A chair, that’s JUST what this match needed! PRL tells Popick something, pointing to the chair. Popick nods his head and gives PRL a "thumbs up". COLE What could they be doing now? What? COACH Just wait and see, girl pants. Tha Puerto Rican gets on the ring apron. He holds the steel chair in front of his face. Brian Hebner tries to get PRL off the apron, but he’s not listening. The crowd starts chanting, "HEAT! HEAT! HEAT!" as Stephen Joseph Popick picks up the weakened Colombian Heat. COLE I don’t like where this is going. COACH I do. Colombian Heat is in so much trouble now! Popick looks at Heat and then looks at PRL. PRL gives him the "thumbs up" sign. The crowd boo loudly, knowing what’s coming up next. Stacey Robertson puts her hands over her mouth. COACH Look out! Here comes trouble! Stephen Joseph Popick whips Colombian Heat towards Tha Puerto Rican--NO!--Colombian Heat reverses... *THWACK!* AND IT’S STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK THAT HITS THE CHAIR! COACH OH NO! PRL is not pleased when he sees Popick holding his head in pain. He scolds Colombian Heat for reversing the whip, so Colombian Heat runs towards PRL and knocks him off the ring apron with a punch! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE That’s for what happened 3 weeks ago! COACH OH NO! Colombian Heat yells at Tha Puerto Rican. He then turns his attention to the dazed Stephen Joseph. COLE And Colombian Heat looks to take advantage of this. Colombian Heat kicks Stephen Joseph Popick in the stomach. He then turns around, hooks Popick’s arms, and then lifts him up in the air. COLE He’s going to do it! He’s really going to do it! COACH No! No! It can’t be! It just can’t be! Popick is shaking his head up in the air. The crowd is going nuts. Stacey Robertson is telling Heat to finish the move. "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican is on the floor holding his head. Colombian Heat looks up at Popick and then looks at the crowd... AND THEN DROPS POPICK WITH THE COLOMBIAN NECKTIE~!!!!!!111111111111111111111 COLE Colombian Necktie! Colombian Heat has just given Popick the Colombian Necktie! The impact! Colombian Heat covers Stephen Joseph Popick. Referee Brian Hebner counts. The crowd (and Stacey) count along. COACH KICK OUT, POPICK! 1... 2... 2 1/2 2.99999999999999999999999999999999 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" *DING DING DING* (16:22) COLE And Colombian Heat picks up the victory, not just for him, but for Spanish Fly! "Gasolina (Remix)" by Daddy Yankee featuring Lil’ Jon and Pitbull starts playing. Colombian Heat raises his hands in victory, but then holds his right shoulder again. BUFFER Here is your winner...COLOMBIANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! COACH Now come on! That’s not fair! Colombian Heat used a chair to beat Popick! COLE A chair that Tha Puerto Rican brought out here! COACH Still, he used a chair! I order that Colombian Heat’s win be stricken from the record. COLE Good thing you have about as much power in the OAOAST as Juan the janitor! COACH Hey! Colombian Heat gets up, still holding his right shoulder. Heat raises his left hand in the air, but then goes back to holding his right shoulder. Stacey Robertson applauds her man as she enters the ring. COLE Tha Puerto Rican tried to help his partner by bringing that chair out, but that plan backfired. Really, Popick could have kept on applying the Higher Calling on Colombian Heat, and Heat would have given up. COACH Maybe, but you know how much Tha Puerto Rican hates Colombian Heat. He wanted to join in on his lost. It’s okay. Heat may have won the battle, but the war has just begun! COLE You may very well be right, Coach. PRL and Stephen Joseph Popick are STILL the HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions, a fact that obviously doesn’t sit well with Colombian Heat, Spanish Fly, OR D*LUX! COACH Well they can keep on bitching, because P.R./Popick are gonna hold onto those titles FOREVER! You hear that? FOR-EVER! Yeah! COLE Coach, they can’t actually hold them forever. They’re gonna die someday. COACH Okay then. Then they’re hold them until the day they die! How’s that. COLE Eh, slightly better. COACH Screw you, Cole. Stacey Robertson hugs and kisses Colombian Heat, despite the dried blood on his face. "Gasolina (Remix)" continues playing as Popick rolls out of the ring. PRL consoles him. PRL sneers at Colombian Heat, but Heat ain’t paying attention as he’s celebrating with Stacey and the fans. Colombian Heat does a SHIMMY~!, and Stacey does one as well, and obviously, the fans like hers more. Stacey goes up to PRL and Popick and taunts them, and then finishes it off by lifting up her skirt a little, showing her thong. The crowd likes it, but PRL? Eh, not so much. COACH Woo-hoo! I saw a thong! COLE Calm down, Coach. She’s still not going to be with you! Tha Puerto Rican unstraps his HI-YAH World Tag Team Title belt and raises it over his head, yelling at Colombian Heat. P.R.’s face is red as he spits out insult after insult directed towards Heat. But CH isn’t paying attention as he is too busy playing to the crowd and celebrating with Stacey. Stephen Joseph Popick just puts his head in his hands and sulks, sitting on the floor at ringside. COLE Let’s take a look at the replay. The OAOAST HeldDOWN~! logo flashes across the screen. Cut to the ending of the Colombian Heat/Stephen Joseph Popick match, starting with PRL coming to the ringside area. COLE Popick had Colombian Heat locked in the Higher Calling. But then Tha Puerto Rican came out and told Popick he had a better idea. So Popick grab Colombian Heat while PRL got up on the ring apron with a chair in hand. Popick whipped Colombian Heat into the ropes, but Heat reversed, and Popick ended up hitting the chair. Heat clocked PRL for good measure. Then Colombian Heat hit Popick with the Colombian Necktie to finish the match and give Heat the win. The OAOAST HeldDOWN~! logo flashes across the screen again. By now, Popick has gotten his HI-YAH World Tag Team Title belt from the referee. P.R.L. and Stephen Joseph Popick just watch Colombian Heat and Stacey Robertson celebrate, both men holding their belts; Popick on the floor, PRL standing up. COACH I can’t believe it. Do you realize how much Colombian Heat is going to brag about this for the next few weeks? It’s going to be SO annoying. All those "dawgs", and "G’s", and "words" flying around, talking about how he smack that Popick homie up. UGH! It’s despicable! COLE Better get used to it, Coach. Because Colombian Heat is on FIRE~! Heat has just beaten one-half of the HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions, and you can bet this match will be reviewed by the HI-YAH Championship Committee when it comes time to decide who gets the next title shot. And still to come, later tonight, "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican takes on "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant. Plus, Spanish Fly takes on a mystery opponent. That’s still to come, tonight on HeldDOWN~! "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican scowls at Colombian Heat, holding his HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt. Stephen Joseph Popick is sitting on the floor, shaking his head, holding *his* HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt. Colombian Heat and Stacey Robertson continue playing to the cheering crowd, smiles on their faces, Heat having dried blood on his face, as "Gasolina (Remix)" by Daddy Yankee featuring Lil’ Jon and Pitbull continues playing. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 8, 2006 This New Year's Day, there won't be a GM in control... COLE AXEL SLAM! AXEL SLAM! ...no authority figure in control... IT'S ANGLESAULT~?!?!??! ANGLESAULT IS HERE ON HELDDOWN~! ...no recently divorced pseudo celebrities in control... **THIS ANNECDOTE REMOVED FOR LEGAL REASONS** ...because, this New Year... ANGLESAULT YOU'RE gonna be in control! It's the first ever, completely interactive event in OAOAST history, where YOU decide the challengers, the challenges and the stipulations! ANGLESAULT All with the power of your interweb machines! *NEW YEAR'S SPECTACULAR: MAINFRAME MONDAY!* January 1st, 2007; Daytona Beach, Florida COLE This New Years day Mainframe Monday brings you a 20 man X-Division Gauntlet match. COACH That’s right Cole, it’s the New Year’s Knock Out! We’ve already got some of the names confirmed with more to be announced. COLE And what a list it is – the HI-YAH champion Faqu takes time out from his busy Japanese schedule, James Blonde is also taking time out from his HI-YAH tour. COACH What I’m looking forward to is the technical brilliance of James Riggs and Felix Stutter will blow your mind I just know it. COLE Rounding out the list of announced participants are Dance Dance Dragon, Ramone Gutierrez, Space Phaero, Discovery, Supernova and Spanish Fly. COACH But wait there is more!... man I feel like I’m hyping the Amazing Ginzu knife Cole COLE But there *IS* more: the 20th participant will be decided by YOU the fans as you get to decide which X-Division superstar of the past will make a rare showing on January 1st. COACH Do we have a list yet Cole? COLE No we don’t, we’ll have that for you next week. New Orleans, Louisiana. And the OAOAST's feeder promotion, OAOVW, is in town and so is Rico de Janeiro. He of the humbling at the hands of Theodore Moneymaker. He of the two seperate tag defeats against D*LUX. He who is sick of being an also ran, as evident by his post-match attack on D*LUX last time we saw him. Wearing the gaudiest of orange Hawaiian shirts and stroking his 70's porn 'stache, Rico walks through the New Orleans air outside the arena, in search it seems of the man standing at the entrance to the car park. Counting out a handful of bills, the guy is pretty tall, pretty skinny, black... oh yeah, he's also got one hell of an afro 'do. Rico approaches the guy who quickly staches the money in the pocket of his beige pants. RICO It's Lucius, right? LUCIUS Yo... have we met? (glances around) You look kinda... you know, familiar. RICO We spoke on the phone. LUCIUS Oh. Ohh sure, sure we did. Yeeaahh, haha... listen, I'm'a need you strip down real quick, you know, just incase you got any wires caught up on you when you got dressed this mornin', yeah. Standard procedure. You can't be too careful, dig? RICO It's Rico. The wrestler. For a moment, the afro adorned Soul racks his memory. Before eventually something comes up positive and a beaming smile creeps across his face, laughing away as he pats Rico on the shoulder. LUCIUS Oh man, you had me worried there for a minute. Phew! Man, don't do that to me, I got a weak heart. It's genetics. Can't touch red meat. RICO So, have I come to the right guy? LUCIUS When you come to "Sweet" Lucius Soul, you're always with the right guy. So, what brings you to Nawlins? ----------- Time has passed. We are now in a nondescript café in downtown New Orleans, the kind where 'confidential business' deals tend to take place. As such, there's some shifty looking characters scattered around and the place itself is pretty rundown. Or, to be more kind, 'rustic'. Rico and Lucius sit either side of the table, Rico lounged back while Lucius goes over the menu. SOUL So, what's the happy haps? RICO Well, I've just signed a full contract with the OAOAST and I'm looking for a tag team partner to help me out. I'm sick of being the punching bag. The hired help. The guy they throw in to the wolves. I'm Rico de Janeiro and lemme tell you, Rico don't swing that way, baby. The sole reason I'm going back to HeldDOWN~! is to prove to the world that I'm no joke. All I need a partner who isn't the missing link for a change. Word on the street is, you're that man. SOUL Word'd be right then, coz you're lookin' at HeldDOWN's newest star man. Just so happens I'm'a get my shot in a couple of weeks down in Green Bay. They got a couple of guys who need to knock off some ring rust or somethin', I dunno. All I know is, Soul's goin' global! RICO Is that so? SOUL Yeah... well, I mean, it ain't gonna be televised as such. Just something while they test out the lights and get the people in the house, like a dark match yeah, but everybody gotta start somewhere, right? Rico smiles to himself, absent-mindedly stroking his porn 'stache. RICO How about I go you one better? What if I can guarantee you a match, televised, in Calgary next week? Lucius' eyebrows peak. SOUL For real? RICO It's virtually set in stone my friend. All I need is somebody who can hang with Rico. SOUL Wow, that sounds mighty tempting man. I mean, a one-way ticket to the big-time? I'm down for that, no doubt, home of wrestling no less! Calgary... man. But... yo, how do you know I'm your man? I mean, we only met like three hours ago and I thought you was staking out my personal dealings. You expect us to go straight out and work like clockwork? And hey, I got standards too. How can I be sure you're the real deal yourself? I mean, I got my street cred to uphold man, I can't be seen with no second-rate tag partner on national TV. Maybe I oughta see some credentials before we sign off on any dealings. Rico remains pretty stoic through all this as a young waitress strolls over with the duo's coffees. Sitting up a little, Rico looks the young blonde up and down and reaches down his collar, pulling out a handful of brightly coloured bead necklaces. RICO Hey, baby... (strokes porn 'stache)... you know what you gotta do to get these, right? The young lady smiles. She's no novice ladies and gentlemen. Unfortunately it's off camera, but the waitress definately DOES pull up her top and reveal her side orders~! Lucius' face understandably lights up as Rico takes off one of his bead necklaces, tosses the reward to the young waitress, who disappears with her shirt once again covering her modesty. RICO How's that for credentials? SOUL Awww dip! Man, I got a feeling you and me are gonna get on reeeaaalll well! The... Mardi Gras Wrecking Crew! RICO Hmm, that's pretty good. But how about... Rico glances over at the young lady, admiring the tacky plastic beads she's earnt. RICO ...The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew. SOUL Hehehe. That's awesome, baby! (VOICEOVER) Ladies, keep your eyes peeled and your contraceptives up to date, incase you happen upon... THE MARDI GRAS HOMEWRECKING CREWii "She's an ea - sy lo - ver She'll take a hold but you won't feel it She's like no o - ther Be - fore you know it you'll be on your knees (BACK TO SC) COLE The OAOAST tag division just got a little funkier. COACH No kidding; you need a big-ass bottle of Febreeze to walk around down there without gagging. COLE That's not what I......*grunts in frustration*. Fans, we are back in Canada, again, for HeldDOWN~! Coach and it's... just as cold as last time. COACH Montreal, the only place in the world where even you stand a chance of being screwed. Well, half chance. COLE Let's not go there. Coming up in due course we've got six-man tag team action as three fourths of The Enterprise, The Beverly Hills Blonds and Christian Wright take on a trio of their recent irritants. Los Diablos De Fuego have been and continue to be a thorn in the sides of Ned Blanchard and Simon Singleton, while their partner tonight The Dance Dance Dragon holds a victory over The Financial Analyst, CW. Although Christian did get the win back a few weeks ago, that defeat still wrangles with Christian I'm sure. He'll get a chance to put Dragon out of his mind for good tonight though. COACH No doubt. It's already in the bag, the money bag if you will. The Enterprise were so impressive at November Reign, tonight's gonna be no different. COLE Well, it IS, because it's 3 on 3 rather than 4 on 4. But I see your, albeit bias, point. COACH I just hope the referee's clued up on Los Diablos this time around. Another one of those illegal switches like we saw at November Reign would be a travesty, those sort of underhanded business tactics are frowned upon highly by respected entrepeneurs like Theodore Moneymaker. Christian told me himself. COLE Ah. I wondered where you got all those big words from. "You break the laws You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all Come on come on, lovin' for the money Come on come on, listen to the Money talk Come on come on, lovin' for the money Come on come on, listen to the Money talk Money talks" To the tune of their leader's band The Enterprise enter, "Money Talks" playing through the arena as The Beverly Hills Blonds lead the way. They're joined by Christian Wright in his unbelievably expensive polyester business jacket, carrying with him the trusty briefcase (which surprisingly shows no dents, despite it's recent meetings with certain individuals craniums). And bringing up the rear, Mackenzie DeCenzo, arm in arm with the most money making man in the OAOAST, Theodore Moneymaker, fanning himself with a wad of cash! BUFFER The following six-man tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently on the way to the ring, accompanied to the ring by MACKENZIE DECENZO and the CEO of The Enterprise, THEODORE MONEYMAKER! At a total combined weight of six hundred, eighty five pounds... the team of NED BLANCHARD and SIMON SINGLETON, THE BEVERLY HILLS BLONDS, and, "THE NATURAL" CHRISTIAN WRIGHT... together, they represent TTHHEEE EEEENNTTEEEEERRRRRPPRRRRIIIIIISSSSEEEEEEEE!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The Enterprise trio, plus their two 'seconds', make their way to the ring. Already set up in their corner is Mackenzie's director's chair which Teddy gladly leads her to, before demanding that one of the stagehands responsible for Mackie's seat sets out a steel chair for him. Hopeful of a payday, the stagehand sets up a chair quickly for The Billion Dollar Heir, only to be shooed away once his job is done. COLE There's no no lack of class with Theodore Moneymaker. COACH I agree! ...wait, did you say no twice? COLE You'll work it out eventually. Ned, Simon and Christian discuss strategy in the ring as the brains behind the operation relax at ringside. In the meantime "Hung Up" starts playing, as the lights in the building dim down. The Montreal crowd are treated to an impromptu laser show, lighting up the entire rampway, as well as twelve Japanese dancing girls! Even better! However, Los Diablos De Fuego seem distinctly uninterested with the scantily clad ladies and dance their scantily clad male selves right in front of them to "Hung Up", which combining those gay icons Madonna and the sample of ABBA makes for the perfect Los Diablos dance song! Dance Dance Dragon makes use of the holographic DDR stage in the background before the three masked men dance their way on down the aisle. BUFFER And their opponents! At a total combined weight of five hundred, thirty nine pounds... the team of THE DANCE DANCE DRAGON and MARIACHI, MORACCA... LOS DDIIIIIIAAAAAABBLLLOOOOSSS DDEEEEEEE FFFUUUUUEEEEEGGOOOOOO!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE And this Montreal crowd are LOVING these three fun-loving characters! COACH They're half French, of course they do. From the ring The Enterprise watch on in disgust at the antics of their opponents. Dragon tumbles into the ring, actually looking the more restrained of the team just for a change as Los Diablos bump and grind with the ringpost. Moneymaker looks physically ill. COACH Poor Teddy. COLE Perhaps he's still feeling the effects of that liplock Moracca laid on him at November Reign? Not for the first time, I might add. It seems like maybe Los Diablos have a bit of a 'thing' for Theodore. COACH They have a 'thing' for every male on the planet. And each other. Finally the music stops and some semblance of order is restored. Dance Dance Dragon is in the ring already and seems happy to start things off while The Enterprise hang in the corner, talking everything over with the 'boss'. Eventually it's decided that Simon Singleton is going to start for the team and some very business-like handshakes are exchanged... ...before Simon does a sudden 180 and charges... ...right into an armdrag by Dragon! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COLE And that's not the start The Enterprise were hoping for! *DINGDINGDING!* Simon scrambles back to his feet as the bell sounds to officially start the match and takes a second armdrag! Back up and a third armdrag is waiting, Simon looking completely lost as he now walks right into a Japanese armdrag! Dragon rolls through on the move and clamps on an armbar as the rest of The Enterprise watch on wondering what the hell is happening to their colleague. Wondering the same thing is Simon as he reaches up for a handful of mask and is rejected. COLE Far from auspicious start here, Simon maybe a little too eager to get the jump on The Dragon. COACH He's a very busy man. COLE Oh, what does he actually go within The Enterprise, Coach? COACH ... Climbing back to his feet, Simon escapes the armbar with a quick knee before slamming a forearm down into the back of the neck. And another. Simon then sets up an irish whip, shooting Dragon into the ropes and dropping down. Up and over goes Dragon but he immediately puts the brakes on behind the unsuspecting Singleton, The Video Voyeur climbing back up... ...and into another armdrag! COACH Teddy needs to adjourn! Adjourn! The momentum takes the stumbling Simon back into a neutral corner and DDD follows in, leaping up and attempting a monkey flip. Simon is having none of that though and a quick shove sends Dragon off empty handed. Pointing to the temple = smarts. But following it up by walking right into your opponent's feet is not so smart however, Dragon getting the boots up and flipping Simon overhead with an improvised monkey flip, with a hard landing in the middle of the ring for Singleton! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE Ooh! Right on the base of the spine and Simon is in trouble! COACH Like you wouldn't believe... Simon rolls to his knees and rubs his behind, which is enough for both Diablos to beg for the tag! Dragon spots it and tags the closest Diablo, that being Moracca who hurries into the ring. Seeing the pink Mexican coming Simon notices the rubbing motions he's making and more importantly on what part of his anatomy he's making them and wisely high-tails it, rolling out of the ring as the sexually charged Moracca gives chase! Even licking his lips as Simon weaves around the ringpost and, approaching the opponent's corner (and Mariachi), weaves back into the ring. Moracca follows close behind... but it met with a kneedrop right to the back of the head from Simon! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Seeing his chance, Simon quickly tags in Christian Wright, The Natural rushing in and putting the boots to Moracca. Positioning the prone Mexican with his feet, Wright then climbs up onto the bottom ring rope, pinning it down across the throat of Moracca who kicks his feet in agony! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOU..." Wright breaks on four but only to drag Moracca away from the ropes, putting the boots to him some more in the centre of the ring. COACH There we go, business as usual! "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" Ignoring the chants, Wright hauls Moracca back to his feet and clubs him underneath the chin with a European Uppercut that he barely stays on his feet from. Theodore applauds the increase in intensity as again the European Uppercut finds the mark and Moracca collapses into the ropes. Irish whip follows, Wright knocking Moracca down with a back elbow... 1... Quick kickout, prompting Christian to make the tag to Ned Blanchard. COACH And now I do believe it's payback time. COLE No love lost with Ned Blanchard and Los Diablos, that's for sure. Possibly some lust on Diablos part, but certainly no love. In comes Ned, driving the point of the elbow suspiciously close to the throat of Moracca who sits up coughing and spluttering. Ned locks him in a rear chinlock to further restrict his breathing as Dragon and Mariachi watch on emotionless. They're wearing masks, see... ...oh, nevermind. "MO - RA - CCA!" "MO - RA - CCA!" "MO - RA - CCA!" "MO - RA - CCA!" The Montreal fans rally behind Moracca and he humps thin air as he soaks up the encouragement. Ned doesn't seem to worried though and once he senses some trouble he releases the chinlock, elbowing Moracca across the top of the spine to quell any fire. An exchange is made by The Beverly Hills Blonds, Ned to Simon who's regained his bearings and is ready to go again. The Blonds perform a double whip and land stereo back elbows, Ned exiting the ring before the referee's five count and leaving Simon to make the fall... 1... 2... Kickout. Simon brings Moracca to his feet. Forearms soften Moracca up before the tag is again made by the tag team specialists, The Beverly Hills Blonds. This time the whip is solo and sets up a drop toehold by Singleton, while Blanchard hits the near ropes and drops the point of the elbow down across the back of the head. In keeping with his usual arrogance, Ned takes a moment to taunt Mariachi before he follows up with the cover... 1... 2... Kickout again. COLE It seems The Enterprise have gained control here after their false start of sorts. And there's few better at tag team wrestling in the OAOAST, whether it be 2 on 2, 3 on 3, 4 on 4, whatever, than The Beverly Hills Blonds. Only former OAOAST and HI-YAH Tag Team Champions in history. COACH There's nobody better in my mind. With a series of big right hands Ned beats Moracca down, enjoying every minute of it after the weeks of humiliation they've inflicted on he and his Enterprise colleagues. Ned then backs away with a beaming smile on his face, measuring Moracca as he struggles back to his feet. From the outside Moracca's teammates try to warn him of what's waiting on him but it makes no difference, as he still finds himself hooked to the canvas with a big clothesline. Sitting Moracca right back up, Blanchard drops an elbow across the top of the head and then positions himself on Moracca's shoulders. Reaching over top, Ned then pulls Moracca's right leg up and hooks it, applying the seldom seen Stump Puller on the Mexican luchador! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" It seems like Ned is trying to forcefeed Moracca his own bright white boot as he pulls up on the leg. Curiously, Mariachi seems very interested in what's going on, almost as if he's taking notes for future reference. Probably best not to dwell on that. COACH Oh yeah, make him suffer Ned! COLE A torturous hold being applied by The Handsome Hustler. Working over the neck and the back, not to mention the stress this is putting on the quadracep and the calf muscle. COACH And the groin. The worst thing, at least in Moracca's mind, I'm sure. "MO - RA - CCA!" "MO - RA - CCA!" "MO - RA - CCA!" "MO - RA - CCA!" Moracca clenches his fists and tries to fight the pain as referee Charles Robinson checks for a submission. Any reprieve from The Handsome Hustler seems out of the question so Moracca has to try and escape the hold. Shaking and squirming, the Mexican fights and fights... and eventually Ned loses the leg! Ned tries to reach for it again but Moracca kicks his hands away at each attempt before looking to turn the hold over. A punch to the head stops him. But only momentarily, as Moracca eventually turns over onto his knees and pulls out Ned's feet from under him, causing him to faceplant into the canvas!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Moracca escapes! And now he has to try and make the tag! After checking his nose is still in place Ned shakes away the cobwebs and looks to cut Moracca off, as the luchador dives for his corner... ...catching him around the waist and dropping him with an Inverted Atomic Drop! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE That'll cut somebody off in a hurry. COACH Like the saying goes, 'hit them where it hurts'! Haha! Moracca goes rigid and collapses in the centre of the ring, giving Ned chance to follow the advice coming from the outside, making the tag to Christian Wright. The Natural steps in and his first move is to go after Mariachi and Dance Dance Dragon in the corner, drawing them into the ring and allowing him to drag Moracca over into The Enterprise's corner where EVERYBODY gets in on the act, Ned and Simon joining in on the stomps as Moneymaker laughs uproariously on the arena floor. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Three on one in the corner, turn around referee! COACH Moracca's partners are doing him no favours. Teddy couldn't have got a better distraction if he paid for it himself, which he easily could have by the way! Eventually the referee gets Dragon and Mariachi to retreat back to their corners and The Blonds make themselves scarse too, leaving Christian to innocently kick away at Moracca's lifeless body. Moracca is hurting and really needs the tag. A task made harder by Christian Wright standing on the back of his neck. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THR..." A break and a look of innocence from Christian, unsure of what he did wrong. Wink wink. His discussion with the referee distracts him from Ned Blanchard's involvement on the apron, dragging Moracca's throat across the ring apron and dropping an elbow across the neck! Referee Robinson wonders why Ned is on the floor but gets no clues from the innocent Handsome Hustler. Predictably enough Mariachi and Dragon try to help but do more harm than good as now Theodore Moneymaker climbs from his chair AND PUTS A FRONT FACELOCK ON, CHOKING MORACCA ON THE RING APRON!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Oh, come ON! Now Theodore Moneymaker is getting involved and the referee is none the wiser! More shady tactics from The Enterprise... I don't know how you can complain about illegal switches and what have you when The Enterprise consistantly and blatantly flout the rules each and every time we see them. COACH This is nothing compared to that injustice and you know it! "TE - DDY SUCKS!" "TE - DDY SUCKS!" "TE - DDY SUCKS!" "TE - DDY SUCKS!" As the referee gains some control once more, The Billion Dollar Heir goes back to his seat and kicks his legs up, resuming a conversation with Mackenzie as if nothing happened. Meanwhile, CW pulls Moracca out from the ropes and to his feet, lining him up... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and landing a HARD knifedge chop across the pink leather covered chest of Moracca! COACH Ow-eee! Dropping like a stone, Moracca looks easy pickings now as Wright and Moneymaker share a "money fingers" signal. Wright lifts the lagging luchador up and off his feet, up into a fireman's carry with ease. Turning into the centre of the ring Christian then rushes forwards looking for the Bank Roll... ...but Moracca slips free and lands safely on his feet! On go the brakes but not quick enough to prevent Moracca dropping and scrambling, crawling through CW's legs to make it to the corner... ...AND TAG!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Everybody Dance Now! COACH Oh no! In comes The Dance Dance Dragon and he is a house of dancin' fire! A clothesline puts Wright down, Ned coming in and eating a forearm to take him out of the equation. Simon comes in late and Dragon is ready for him, popping up with a front dropkick that lands in the chest and sends The Video Voyeur tumbling out of the ring! Dragon wheels around just in time to catch Wright coming, blocking a boot to the gut and sweeping CW over with a Dragon ScreWii "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" COLE The Dragon Screw from the Dragon! It's so ironic I think my head may just explode! Ned is next to attack... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and gets lit up with a knifedge chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and another! COLE The Strong Style Party Animal living up to his name with those vicious strikes and suddenly Moneymaker doesn't seem quite so confident on the floor! Not one to take a beating lying down, Ned tries to cut Dragon off in his prime. A clothesline is ducked though and Ned goes running off into the ropes, unfortunately just as Simon is using those ropes to climb back to the ring apron, thus bumping his partner off to the arena floor again! Not to worry though as Ned soon follows him, getting clotheslined over the top by Triple D and ending up in a Beverly Hills bundle on the outside! Moneymaker has seen enough and can't sit back any longer, jogging over to help his men back to their feet, unaware of Dance Dance Dragon hurtling towards him... ...FLIPPING OVER THE TOP AND WIPING ALL THREE OUT WITH A SOMERSAULT PLANCHAAAAA~!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COACH That's not fair! Theodore Moneymaker isn't in this match, he's an innocent bystander! COLE He's an innocent by-flat-on-his-asser now! "D - D - D!" "D - D - D!" "D - D - D!" "D - D - D!" Back in the ring, Wright is distracted at his three Enterprise cohorts lie in a heap on the floor. That allows Mariachi to sneak into the action, waiting for The Natural to turn around before springboarding up onto the top rope and soaring in. Wright sees him coming but doesn't have enough time to react as Mariachi cuts him down with a Seated Senton, Wright getting a faceful of crotch as Mariachi tries to hold him down... 1... 2... NO! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Mariachi is fresh and makes full use of his extra energy, beating CW to his feet and rushing into the ropes. A swing and a miss follows from Wright, Mariachi hitting the opposite side, building up some speed... ...and running into a SNAP Powerslam!! 1... 2... SAVE BY MORACCA!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Backing away, Moracca lures in the angry Financial Analyst before, as he finds himself backed in a corner, BLOWING HIM A KISS! Wright understandably freaks out and backs up himself, finding himself caught from behind in a rear waistlock by Mariachi. Before CW can get away, Moracca then rushes in and applies a simultaneous front waistlock, Los Diablos sandwiching CW in between them and hoisting him off the canvas, shaking him around and putting on the pressure. And this time Mackenzie looks physically ill. "YYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Oh dear God. COLE THE HOMIES HUG! HOMIES HUG! They're not homos, they're homies! COACH This is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen! Somebody get in and stop this before we get taken off the air!! Wright looks completely horrified and doesn't even think about an escape as he sees what this must look like to the average onlooker. Mackenzie watches on covering her mouth, literally looking physically sick, as even Charles Robinson seems a little creeped out by this offensive (in more ways than one) manoeuvre! COACH ENOUGH! ENOUGH! DEAR LORD ENOUGH! Thankfully for the name of good taste, Los Diablos release Wright from the unwelcomed threeway physicality and skip about merrily at the experience. Standing in the centre of the ring, Wright alternates between gasping for breath and looking violated, shaking in shock and rage before finally Los Diablos turn and The Natural charges them. A double clothesline is ducked though as Los Diablos meet him with two knees to the gut and hook the head... *SMOOCH!* *SMOOCH!* ...kissing Wright on either cheek... *WHAM!* ...AND PLANTING HIM FACE-FIRST WITH THE KISS OF DEATH!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Kiss Of Death! And there's no-one to come to the rescue! Both Diablos want the glory, or the body on body contact, but after a brief squabble they both dive on top and hump their way through the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!! *DINGDINGDING!* "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE AND THAT'S IT!! The fans go wild and so do Los Diablos, literally leaping for joy as the three is scored. Mackenzie quite simply can't believe it and neither can Teddy, Ned or Simon as they look on from their heap on the floor. Dragon quickly calls Los Diablos out and the trio celebrate as Moneymaker rushes into the ring and DEMANDS to know how this could have happened. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the match... the team of THE DANCE DANCE DRAGON and LOS DIABLOS DE FFFFFFUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEGGOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "IT'S RAININ' MEN! Hallejulah IT'S RAININ' MEN! Amen" COACH That's the most disgusting thing I've seen in my life! COLE Disgusting or not, Los Diablos scored the fall, they won the match, The Enterprise lose to Los Diablos and Dance Dance Dragon! And Theodore Moneymaker is BESIDE HIMSELF!! COACH That fall never should have counted! The match should have been thrown out on the grounds of good taste long ago! And since when has two men pinning one been legal!? This is disgusting in so many ways! Los Diablos and DDD celebrate their way up the ramp, the victorious luchadors getting up close and personal with their dancing partner as in the ring Moneymaker is throwing a fit! Referee Charles Robinson gets out while he still can as Moneymaker continues to rage, even despite Mackenzie DeCenzo entering the ring to try and calm him down. On the outside, The Beverly Hills Blonds are lost for words. COLE Los Diablos have got one over on The Enterprise again. And the honeymoon may be over for Theodore Moneymaker, he's got some business evaluation to do after this result! COACH Can I get a bucket or something? I feel sick. COLE It'll pass. Here, have a chili dog. COACH A... ohgodI'mgonnapuke... *COMMERCIALS!* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 8, 2006 COLE Back on HeldDOWN from Montreal. Thanks for joining us tonight. (In his “This is serious” voice) At November Reign we watched in horror as the despicable Ramone Gutierrez and his crony El Esperito target Venom’s already injured neck. ”November Reign” El Esperito decides to become one of the flying people himself as he grabs the top rope to propel himself over the top into a slingshot plancha that knocks both Supernova and Space Phaero down. Esperito doesn’t get a chance to celebrate though as he’s knocked down by a diving headbutt from Discovery. When Venom makes an attempt at joining the flying action he’s cut off by Ramone who hits him over the back of the head with an Enzugiri. COACH Who’s the legal men? COLE Well I think Ramone and Venom are Coach, it’s like under Lucha Libre rules, someone can enter the ring when the legal man is on the floor. COACH Really? Was that announced COLE Erm….. yeaaaaaaaaaaah sure it was *whistles* The kick to the back of the head almost knocks Venom out but he valiantly tries to get back to his feet and over to his corner. Valiant, but stupid it would seem as Ramone grabs the Space Cadet from behind and punishes him with a back drop. El Esperito holds his hand out for Ramone to tag while yelling something to him in Spanish. Ramone grabs Venom by the arm, twists it into a standing arm bar and then tags in El Esperito COACH I think Venom made a mistake, he shouldn’t have shown up tonight COLE He’s a fighter, he’s not going to back down Coach COACH Then he’s a fool El Esperito comes off the top rope, drilling Venom in the neck with a vicious knee as Ramone holds him in position. Once Ramone is out of the ring El Esperito hooks Vemon with a front headlock, runs at the ropes and then leaps off the middle rope while taking Venom down with a Spinning neck breaker The Space Cadets on the apron are clearly worried about their comrade, stretching their arms out to try and tag in if possible, pleading with their gods to help Venom make it across the ring. COACH You know when I said the X-Division was all flippity-floppity? COLE Yeah COACH I was wrong, at least with Ramone and this Spirit guy COLE El Esperito Esperito grins as he hooks Venom with an straight arm bar and then reaches out to tag again. The Ghoul almost tags Kenji Kawada but at the last moment he changes his mind and tags Ramone instead clearly snubbing HI-YAH’S favorite son. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! You know the story from before, diving knee off the top rope hits Venom perfectly as the rest of the Space Cadets watch on helplessly. Ramone grabs Venom by the hair, then he runs his thumb across his throat before hooking Venom up for the pedigree known as “Ramone’s Way” *WHAM!!* COACH That has GOT to be it!! COLE Ramone isn’t covering Coach! What’s going on. Instead of going for the cover Ramone pulls his hurt, probably injured, opponent back up to his feet. Then he sets Venom up for ANOTHER Ramone’s Way much to the displeasure of the crowd AAAAAAAAAAAASHOLE!! AAAAAAAAAAAASHOLE!! AAAAAAAAAAAASHOLE!! But that doesn’t seem to deter the Cubano as he drives Venom’s head into the ground with yet another Pedigree COACH The guy is intense Cole that’s all, it’s not his fault that Venom is so delicate COLE Delicate? Ramone was the one that hurt him in the first place, he just used November Reign to finish the job. COACH The word is “intense” Cole COLE (Ignoring Coach) Venom was taken to the hospital that night and has been kept there for observations. We were at the hospital earlier today when Venom and the rest of the Space Cadets were told the exact extends of his injuries. ”Earlier Today” We see Venom in street clothes, a hard plastic neck brace and his trademark mask along with the other Space Cadets. They’re gathered in the doctor’s office. DOCTOR After the initial swelling went down we discovered that the injury was not as bad as initially feared. There is no damage to the spine itself. Venom breathes a cautious sigh of relief. DOCTOR With the proper treatment and medicine you should come out of this with no long term side-effects, PROVIDED that you take it easy and do not strain it again for a while. Venom and the others exchange a quick glance and a smile, they were afraid the doctor was about to tell them that Venom’s career is over – thankfully the news isn’t as bad as all that. DOCTOR I want to reiterate this though – If you reinjure your neck it COULD mean the end of your career. I don’t want to see you jumping back in the ring too soon okay? Venom says something in Japanese but since this isn’t the time for the comedy voice over it’s subtitled instead. VENOM (Translated) ”Thank you Doctor, it pleases me that it is good news. You have my word that I will not return to the squared circle until I am medically cleared.” DOCTOR Good. You are free to go home then. Venom shakes the doctor’s hand before the Space Cadets leave the doctor’s office. Once they’re outside the office the four of them huddle up to discuss a few things VENOM (Translated) ”I think it’s best if I stay away from the arena, I do not trust Mr. Gutierrez” DISCOVERY (Translated) ”He is lower than a snake’s belly, you are right not to trust him.” SUPERNOVA (Translated) ”We came to America to entertain the crowd, but now we’ve got a different mission Space Cadets – We must avenge Venom, we must make sure that Ramone Gutierrez never huts anyone else ever again. Are you with me?” Supernova puts out his hand and the other three Space Cadets quickly put their hand on top of it. EVERYONE (Translated) ”1-2-3 SPACE CADETS!!” * Fade Out* COLE It looks like the Cadets have a new purpose, Coach. COACH After what we saw Ramone Guitierrez do to one of them, they may have just made a suicide pact. COLE Ramone is in action up next, but first, let's take you back to November Reign..... November Reign Ramone sticks his nose into the match at the last second and pulls El Esperito’s leg up on the bottom rope to save him from elimination. When the Space Phaero sees what’s going on he throws caution to the wind as he leaps over the top rope, knocking Ramone off the apron with a cross body block. El Esperito staggers to his feet as Discovery leaps up on the top rope and then launches himself at El Esperito ESPERITO DUCKS!! Discovery adjusts in mid air and manages to roll El Esperito up with a top rope Sunset Flip into a pinning predicament. ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! MICHAEL BUFFER El Esperito has been eliminated from Los Internationales Esperito is livid that Discovery outfoxed him and is extremely reluctant about leaving the ring. Ramone is back on the apron berating Kenji Kawada for not stopping the pinfall but the Japanese Superstar just ignores his “Captain” and steps into the ring to face Discovery Flash Forward Kawada and Discovery lock up in a collar and elbow tie up that the bigger, stronger Kawada easily turns into a side headlock to control the smaller, faster man. Discovery tries to slip out of the hold but Kawada has it on too tight for the masked man to get out that easily. It’s not until Discovery gets Kawada pushed into the ropes that he manages to shove the HI-YAH superstar off. Kawada bounces off the ropes on the other side, accidentally knocking Ramone off the apron when La Cicatriz doesn’t pay attention to what’s going on in the ring and then rebounds to catch Discovery coming off the middle rope. COLE He caught him in mid air!! *WHAM!!** COLE That power slam must have rattled every bone in Discovery’s body Coach COACH What’s that? Who did what? COLE Are you even paying attention to the match? COACH Hey I was watching Ramone, he got thrown off the apron into the guardrail, maybe he’s hurt. Ramone pulls himself back to his feet after being hurled into the guardrail by accident. Kawada looks down at him, raising both hands and shrugging his shoulders to proclaim his innocence. But apparently Ramone has a different take on the situation as he turns his back on Kenji Kawada and then walks towards the locker room COLE He’s walking out? RAMONE IS LEAVING!! ONE!! COACH Hey if you can’t even trust your own team mate who can you trust Cole TWO!! COLE Well apparently Kawada can’t! THREE!! COACH No I was talking about Ramone Cole, he can’t even trust his own partner to not attack him FOUR!! COLE WHAT? That was an accident Coach and you know it! FIVE!! COACH I think Gutierrez sees it differently Cole. SIX!! Kawada just stands there, staring at Ramone in disbelief as the team captain walks off in the midst of a chorus of boos. SEVEN!! COLE I can’t believe it, he is actually walking away – Kawada is going to be pissed!! EIGHT!! COACH And do what? Attack Ramone again? NINE!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! TEN!! *DING*DING*DING!!* MICHAEL BUFFER Ramone Juan Hey-sus Gutierrez has been counted out!! Kawada shakes his head in disbelief but doesn’t get a moment to himself as Discovery leaps up on his back and locks a sleeper on his big opponent. COLE I think it was obvious from the start that Gutierrez didn’t like Kawada. COACH I can’t blame him Cole, I mean the guy did attack him. COLE It was an accident Coach! COACH Yeah, yeah so were you. ”Smells like Teen Spirit” MICHAEL BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall, introducing first: From Tokyo, Japan – HI-YAH’s favorite son here is KENJI KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-WADA!! The Pittsburg crowd cheers a bit as Kenji steps out into the arena looking 100% serious and deadpan as he heads towards the ring. He slaps a few hands but otherwise just walks to the ring and enters the ring. Kawada takes of his long pleather coat and sunglasses and then patiently waits for his opponent to come out. MICHAEL BUFFER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAND his opponent, from Cuba via Miami Florida... RAMONE!! JUAN!! HEY-SUS!! GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTIERREZ!!! Ramone steps out of the door and right in front of the big screen TV as he arrogantly smirks to the camera. He stops and points to the screen as it shows a recap of Ramone’s battle with the Space Cadets including the two Ramone’s Ways on Venom from November Reign. COLE November Reign had a lot of action, a lot of impact but few people made a more brutal showing than this guy COACH Can’t forget El Esperito, the two of them really did a number on Venom. As on cue the masked Cubano is joined by the white faced, grinning El Esperito who seems to be Ramone’s newfound partner in crime. The contrast between the two couldn’t be much greater if they were a jock and a nerd, Ramone is laid back, calm, cool while El Experito is much more animated getting into it with a couple of fans at ringside as the dastardly duo make their way to the ring. COACH Come on Cole aren’t you going to give us all sorts of useless facts about this guy in the ring? COLE Kawada? Well I could tell you that he’s a several times HI-YAH Junior champion and perennial challenger for the World title COACH And that he came up short against both Zack Malibu and Faqu this year. COLE Short? He and Malibu had an absolute brilliant 37 minute match earlier in the year COACH Which he lost COLE And then took Faqu to a 60 minute draw once and then pushed him for 43 minutes… COACH Until he lost, that’s my point he can’t take the pressure Cole COLE We’ll see Ramone hands a ringside attendant his gold rings, Rolex watch and designer shades with the customary warning. Then he gives El Esperito a little nod, signaling for El Esperito to get up on the apron to distract Kawada. Kawada turns and looks at the man on the apron as Ramone quickly turns the corner and then slides under the bottom rope behind Kenji Kawada’s back. COLE Sneak attack, he can’t even face Kawada face on COACH Are you saying he’s going to Pearl Harbor him? COLE That’s just tasteless Coach. Ramone jumps Kawada from behind with a double axe handle to the back of the head, knocking the Japanese superstar into the ropes with his throat against the top rope. Gutierrez is quick to take advantage of the position by leaping over the top rope while holding on to Kawada’s hair so that his throat is yanked down hard against the ropes. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Ramone is only on the floor for a second before he climbs up on the apron again and then leaps over the top rope hitting the now prone Kawada across the throat with a leg drop. After a quick pose to the crowd just to show how superior he is Ramone casually covers Kawada ONE!! One is all he gets as Kawada kicks out with authority and then quickly springs back to his feet finally looking truly fired up tonight. Ramone strikes first with an overhead chop that hardly phases Kawada, then he hits him with a proper knife edge chop to little effect. Gutierrez changes tactics and hits Kawada in the chest with a leaping kick. Kawada only takes a step back and then dares Ramone to hit him again, Ramone looks like he’s going to take the challenge but instead ends up kicking Kawada on the side of the knee to weaken it. COLE Oh low blow! COACH Erm no that’d be in a different area of the body there Michael Ramone’s Yakuza kick knocks Kawada clean out of the ring to the floor where the Japanese superstar takes a moment to clear his head as Ramone struts around the ring like he’s won the match already. The moment Kawada turns his back to the ring Ramone starts running straight towards him, when Ramone leaps over the top rope Kenji Kawada casually steps to the ring and just looks at Ramone as he lands on the floor instead of hitting his intended target. COACH Son of a b… COLE He broke the fall with his face, that CANNOT be good. COACH Here let me throw you out of the ring onto your face then you can tell me how it feels. COLE I’ll pass thank you. Kawada rolls into the ring to break the count, but as soon as the referee takes his hands down Kawada is outside again. He picks Ramone up, leans him back against the guardrail and then *CHOP!* WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Kawada grins as he lines up for another… *CHOP!* WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! With Ramone under control Kawada grabs his opponent by the neck and arm and throws him under the bottom rope into the ring. Kawada enters the ring only seconds later, knocking Ramone back down to the ground with a boot to the face before Gutierrez can get to his feet. COLE Kawada is taking full control of the match! COACH I think he’s going for the Orange Bomb!! Kenji pulls Ramone up close, placing Ramone’s head between his legs looking to underhook the arms for the Orange Bomb. The second Ramone feels Kawada trying to underhook his arms he freaks out and pushes backwards away from Kawada, away from the Orange Bomb. Kawada can’t help but smile as he sees just how the Orange Bomb freaked out Ramone. Esperito yells encouragements in Spanish while clapping and trying his best to boost Ramone’s confidence. COLE Oh I wish he would shut up! I can’t stand loud mouthed blowhards COACH You ever see a shrink about that? COLE About what? COACH Your obvious self-loathing After calming down Ramone approaches Kawada with his hands up, looking for a lock up. The moment the gullible Kawada puts up his hands Gutierrez pokes Kawada in the eye and then whips him into the ropes. Esperito reaches in and snags Kawada’s foot, not enough to trip him up but enough to make him stop and turn around towards the ghoul on the floor. COLE EYES FRONT!! *SMACK!!* Kawada pays for his momentary lack of attention as Ramone nails him with a super kick the moment he turns around. The kick knocks Kawada into the corner, trapping him as Ramone picks up speed, leaps up on the middle rope and then drills Kawada with a knee to the chest. His momentum carries him over the top of Kawada after striking him with the knee taking him to the apron behind Kawada’s back. Ramone drops down to the floor, grabs Kawada by the feet and then pulls back hard. Ramone pulls Kawada off his feet and then yanks backwards hard with a leg on either side of the ring pole COACH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Right on the mommy/daddy button! Ramone high fives his partner in crime before leaping up on the apron and then slides into the ring living it up as the crowd boos him. The man known as “the scar” decides to add injury to insult as he lands a sliding drop kick to Kawada’s face as the Japanese superstar tried to crawl out from the corner. Ramone grabs Kawada’s hands and drags him into the middle of the rope, pausing only to drag his thumb across the throat to signal “the end” BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! COACH Ramone is going up, this is going to be BIG Cole COLE Listen to the crowd, they’re NOT happy with Ramone’s antics COACH Who cares? He’s about to win the match and frankly that’s all that matters Ramone perches on the top rope, for a moment before leaping forward while twisting his body for a twisting Senton KNEES UP!! COLE KAWADA BLOCKED IT!! Ramone strike’s Kawada’s knees at full speed, rolling off his intended victim as he writhes in pain from the counter. Kawada gets to his feet, still a bit tender from being posted only moments ago. Opting to go for a low risk, high impact offence Kawada knocks Ramone down with a facewash/jaw kick combo and then drags his Cubano opponent back to his feet… and into the set up for the Orange Bomb YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! COACH No, no, no no! El Esperito seems to have the same thought as he swiftly reaches through the ropes and grabs Kawada’s leg to distract him. Ramone drops to his knees as the referee goes over to admonish El Esperito and thus totally misses Ramone driving his right hand up between Kawada’s legs HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRHH!! Kawada sinks to his knees as Ramone drags himself up by the ropes grinning from ear to ear over the pain he’s inflicting on his opponent. Gutierrez pulls Kawada back to his feet and then pushes him back into the corner to punish him with an elbow to the chest, followed by a second elbow. While they seemed to be hard Kawada seems to not think so as he fires back with a lethal right elbow of his own that knocks Ramone back, giving him a breather. Ramone looks pissed off that his elbows were no-sold and decides to lay into Kawada again with two elbows to the chest. After the second elbow Kawada’s eyes widen as he rears back and then *BOOM!* Nails Ramone in the chest knocking him back, staggering until he falls to his knees from the impact. COACH Those things are LETHAL! I mean did you hear the impact COLE It sounded like when you take a baseball bat to a side of beef COACH Is that something you do a lot Cole? Some sort of odd habit you kept secret until now? Kawada leans back in the ropes, waiting for just the right moment. When Ramone gets back to his feet Kawada comes charging out of the corner right arm raised for the stinging lariat he’s known for in Japan. The moment Kawada is about to connect El Esperito reaches through the ropes and pushes Ramone out of the way causing Kawada to end up in the ropes instead tangling his right arm up between the middle and top rope as he flips over COACH Ah what rotten luck, tough break COLE Are you blind? Esperito pushed Ramone out of the way COACH *PFFFFFFFFFFF* Ramone was way to quick and way to clever to fall for something as obvious as the lariat. With Kawada’s arm trapped Ramone has the perfect opportunity to do some real damage to that pesky right arm that’s already punished him several times tonight. Ramone steps up on the middle rope and then begins to pull up on the top rope, increasing the pressure on Kawada’s trapped arm. After jumping up and down on the arm for a couple of bounces Ramone backs off professing his innocence to the referee along the way. Kawada manages to pull himself back up on the apron but he only has firm ground under his feet for a moment before El Esperito runs past him and sweeps the legs out from under him. The good news is that the sudden drop actually pulled Kawada’s arm out from the ropes, the bad news is that Kawada landed right at the feet of El Esperito and Ramone still has the referee distracted. Instead of attacking the fallen Kawada he reaches down and pulls the protective pad off Kawada’s right arm and then throws it into the crowd COLE Can’t someone get rid of that white ass? COACH What? What’d he do? He’s just out here to cheer on his tag-team partner. COLE Yeah right! Esperito backs off the moment the referee turns around and starts to count Kawada out. ONE!! Kawada is on his knees, cradling his right arm as he tries to gather his senses. TWO!! It doesn’t even look like Kawada has heard the count as he just sits there, or maybe the pain is drowning the count out THREE!! Kawada finally realizes what’s going on and crawls over towards the apron with dogged determination. FOUR!!! Just as he grabs hold of the bottom rope he notices El Esperito coming at him at full speed. FIVE!! COLE He ducked!! Kawada ducks under Esperito’s assault causing Ramone’s crony to bounce off the ringpost with a sickening thud. SIX!!! With some effort Kawada reaches up and grabs the middle rope, hoping to use it to pull himself back in the ring. SEVEN!!! Ramone keeps his distance, he doesn’t want to inadvertently break the count and help the struggling Kenji Kawada out here. EIGHT!!! On Eight HI-YAH’s favorite son pulls himself up on the apron much to the delight of the crowd.. NINE!! And then rolls under the bottom rope, beating the count at the very last moment. Ramone leaps on his opponent and quickly manages to apply the Fujiwara Armbar, or the Switchblade as he calls it. COACH That’s it, he’s got him COLE Kawada is in the ropes Coach, he can’t win like that COACH Give me a break, Ramone had him fair and square and Kawada took the coward’s way out. COLE Coward? He hardly even had time to climb all the way through the ropes when Ramone attacked him. Ramone pulls back on the arm but is soon forced to release the hold when the referee informs him that Kawada is in the ropes. Instead of backing off Ramone puts one foot on the middle rope to give him extra height as he leaps up for a stomp. Ramone plants his boot right on the elbow of Kawada inflicting even further damage to Kawada. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! After the kick he backs off, he figures it’s easier to let Kawada crawl away from the ropes than him dragging the 245 pounder, and it gives him an opportunity to leap up on the middle turnbuckle to proudly proclaim RAMONE NOBODY MESSES WITH RAMONE GUTIERREZ!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! When he sees Kawada staggering to his feet he quickly leaps from the second rope to the top rope, bouncing into a beautiful moonsault in one swift motion. Kawada sidesteps the moonsault, but Ramone seems to have anticipated this as he lands on his feet. One stiff kick to the midsection later and Ramone is bent over in the perfect position for the ORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGE BOMBAAAHH!!! Kawada ignores the pain in his right arm and manages to nail the sit down power bomb on Ramone. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! Unfortunately for Kawada the move takes so much of him that he’s not even able to maintain the pinning predicament on Ramone but instead rolls over while cradling his right arm in agony. COLE Oh man he could have had him right there, this could have been sweet revenge for Kawada COACH Are you blind? He didn’t pin him, Ramone has the match where he wants it COLE Are YOU blind? Ramone hasn’t moved since Kawada hit the Orange Bomb on him COACH Details Cole, mere details. The crowd slowly begins to clap to encourage Kawada to keep on fighting the good fight. After a few moments the backing of the crowd seems to bring Kawada back around as he slowly manages to use his left hand to drag himself to his feet. He’s obviously in pain and worn out from the long match but Kenji Kawada is not the kind of fighter to give up when the going gets tough. When he reaches down to grab Ramone he finds out what kind of fighter Ramone is as he suddenly springs to life and rolls Kawada up with a small package ONE!! TWO!! But not three, as hurt as he is Kawada manages to roll the small package over and get on top of Ramone ONE!! TWO!!! El Esperito pushes Kawada rolling Ramone back up on top of Kawada in the small package ONE!! TWO!! THR-KICKOUT!! Kawada manages to kick out at the last possible second much to the delight of the crowd. COLE Unreal! How did he manage to kick out Ramone gets back on his feet and then kicks Kawada more or less right between the eyes, followed by another swift kick to the face. Gutierrez rolls Kawada over onto his stomach and then locks his hands around Kawada’s waist for a German suplex. *WHAM!* Ramone doesn’t release the hold on impact but instead rolls over to get back on his feet looking for a second German suplex on Kawada. But the second German Suplex never happens as Kawada catches Ramone upside the head with a left elbow he swings wildly to escape more German Suplex related punishment. Ramone staggers back grasping the side of his head as Kawada decides to capitalize on the opening with a running attack COLE RAMONE LEAPFROGGED HIM!! Ramone manages to leap over the charging Kawada so that the Japanese Superstar ends up hitting the turnbuckle instead of his opponent. COACH HERE IT COMES!! Gutierrez is quick to grab Kawada by the wrist, twist his body around and thus bring Kawada to the ground in the perfect position for the… COACH SWITCHBLAAAAAAAAAAAADE!! Ramone has it locked on perfectly with Kawada far enough away from the ropes and everything. Because of the damage Ramone and Esperito have inflicted on Kawada he doesn’t last long in the switchblade before *TAP!* *TAP!* *TAP!* * DING!*DING!*DING!* MICHAEL COLE The winner of the match in 27 minutes, 18 seconds RAMONE!! JUAN!! HEY-SUS! GUTIERREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ!! COLE What a heartbreaking loss for Kawada, he was SO close on several occasions COACH You know what you call people who get “close” but don’t win? They’re losers Cole, Kawada is a loser COLE He fought a hell of a match Coach, he may not have won but that man is not a loser. COACH Well you would be the foremost expert on losers. COLE I'm telling Santa you're being bad. Back with more in a bit. El Esperito has to help the exhausted and hurt Ramone out of the ring and then supports him as they make their way backstage, even though he won he did not walk away from this unharmed, quite clearly Kenji Kawada gave him one of the toughest battles of his career. Kawada remains in the ring for a while, looking disappointed that he lost and disgusted with who he lost to. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 8, 2006 MICHAEL BUFFER NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEILSON!! COLE Welcome back fans we are almost underway here on HeldDOWN Bill Neilson is already in the ring ready for action Bill Neilson raises both clenched fists in the air as he’s announced to the crowd. Neilson paces back and forth in the ring as ”No Remorse” by Metallica is heard over the PA system. MICHAEL BUFFER And his opponent, from Dayton Ohio making his OAOAST Television debut tonight – ”The Lone Wolf” JAAAAAAAAAAAAMES WOLFENSTEIN!! Without much fanfare or even fan reaction really the man known as ”the Lone Wolf” in Japan steps through the curtains and into the spotlight. Since this is probably the first time any of the OAOAST fans have seen James Wolfenstein (unless you’re into obscure Japanese federations of course) his buzz cut, well build appearance doesn’t really get much reaction one way or the other. Not that it seems to bother Wolfenstein as just walks to the ring while adjusting his wrist tape. COACH Big man looks like he’s in good shape Cole COLE Indeed and he IS a graduate of the OAOAST wrestling school so you know he’s got skills or he’d still be in the gym. With the announcers really struggling for anything interesting to say abotu John Wolfenstein we go to the ring instead where Wolfenstein has stepped through the ropes, given his opponent a quick glance and then gone to a corner to adjust his knee pad. *DING!*DING!* Neilson figures that the best defense is a good offense and decides to jump John Wolfenstein before the big man has a chance to attack him. The double axe handle to the back may have been a mistake though as the Lone Wolf hardly even flinches on impact. He turns around and just looks at Neilson like a gnat that just bit him. Then he invites Neilson to hit him again. COACH Giving your opponent a free shot is not very clever you know COLE You’ve certainly never done it. COACH That’s cause I’m a master tactician COLE You’re a master something alright. Bill Neilson bounces off the ropes before coming straight at the young power house for a clothesline. But Wolfenstein apparently never promised to just take the move as he ducks under the arm, then grabs Neilson under the arm and around the neck and then throws him to the ground with a swift Uranage Slam *WHAM!* COACH Heh! COLE The guy’s got power you’ve got to give him that COACH And intensity, just look at him he even moves like a fighter Cole! The Lone Wolf takes a low wide stance as he waits for Neilson to get back to his feet, waiting for the right moment to explode out of his stance like a linebacker looking for a sack *THUD!* And sack he does as he lifts Bill Neilson off the canvas and then drives him down hard with a massive spear that makes most of the fans in the arena actually sit up and pay attention to the match in the ring. COLE He broke him in half! He could pin him with one finger if he wanted to Coach COACH I like this guy, I may have to talk to him after the show. Wolfenstein doesn’t pin Neilson though, instead he grabs him by the trunks, hauls him to his feet and then presses him over his head like it was nothing at all. After stalling for a moment with Neilson up in the air he lets his opponent drop straight down onto his shoulders and then into a Samoan Drop *WHAM!* After that the cover is more or less academic but Wolfenstein does go to the trouble of hooking the leg in the process. ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! *DING*DING* COACH After the opening… five seconds this match wasn’t even in doubt COLE Apparently James Wolfenstein doesn’t get paid by the hour MICHAEL BUFFER The winner in the match in 1 minute 20 seconds – “The Lone Wolf” JAMES WOLFENSTEIN!! After having his arm raised in the air by the referee James pulls his arm back and hops out between the ropes before proceeding straight to the back without even looking back at the ring or glancing at the crowd. Anglesault is seen sitting in his office, when a knock on the door is heard. ANGLESAULT Come in! Alfdogg walks in, flanked by Team Canada, getting an enourmous pop from the Canadian crowd. AS Alf, good seeing you again! You look unhappy. ALF You're damn right I'm unhappy! You saw what Thunderkid did last week, costing us the Six-man titles! I want to know what you plan to do about it. AS Well, what would you like done about it? ALF I'll tell you. Next week, we're in Green Bay, the home town of Thunderkid. I want him in a one-on-one match, I'll even put the belt on the line, and I'll embarass him in front of all his family and friends. *crowd cheers* AS I think I can manage that. ALF And I've got a week to think about what kind of match I want to put him through... AS Oh, you won't have to worry about that part, I already had something in mind. Next week, right here on HeldDOWN~! from Green Bay, Wisconsin, it'll be Thunderkid challenging Alfdogg for the Canadian title, in a CHRISTMAS DEATHMATCH~! *crowd cheers* COLE OH MY! Alf sports a half-satisfied, half-concerned look on his face. AS And wait just a minute...don't think for one minute I forgot about the Mammoth, Deon Black's actions during that match. So I've booked a match for our New Year's special. One-on-one, on New Year's, it'll be "The Manitoba Mammoth" Deon Black going one-on-one...with BROCK AUSSTIN! *crowd cheers* ALF (laughs) Is the Mammoth supposed to be intimidated by that? AS Well, I'd like you to keep in mind, that seeing as this show is fan-interactive, the fans will have the choice on what type of match these men will be competing in! ALF It doesn't matter, Sault! Brock doesn't stand a CHANCE against the Mammoth. Just like TK won't stand a chance against me next week. Now if you'll excuse me, Felix has a big match tonight... Just as Alf is saying this, Reject walks into the office, drawing boos. REJECT He certainly does, Alf. (turns to Strutter) I hope you're ready, little man, because this is a big match, the biggest of YOUR career, to be sure. Don't blow it! Reject then turns his attention to AS. REJECT So...you wanted to see me? AS Yes. And I'm glad I got the both of you here at the same time, because I have another match I've booked for our New Year's Special. This match will involve the X champion...the Canadian champion...and the 24/7 champion! *crowd cheers* AS It's going to be a triple threat match, and the fans will decide which of your titles will actually be on the line! REJECT So I can walk out of New Year's with two belts, then? This is a great idea! ALF I wouldn't make any plans on that if I were you. *off-camera voice* Neither would I! Bohemoth walks into the office, as the crowd cheers, and puts his arms around Alf and Reject. BO This is a TRIPLE-threat match, after all. And you're fogetting the biggest threat of all, and that would be me, the Metrosexual Monster. *crowd cheers* BO Alf already knows the destruction I release. On New Year's, you'll find out for the first time. And who knows...maybe *you'll* walk out of New Year's without any titles. *crowd cheers* BO See you then! Bo walks out, leaving Alf, Team Canada, and Reject in the office. COLE Man, we thought Bruce/Zack next week was a gift, but now Anglesault gives us a Christmas Deathmatch! COACH Since 'Sault is in such a giving mood, maybe I should go ask him for a raise. I'll be right back. COLE You're staying right here, Jonathan. As I just mentioned, next week Zack Malibu and Bruce Blank will go one-on-one in Green Bay, Wisconsin. Both men have been hard at work preparing for this monumental match and Mean Gene is backstage with a report. Gene? We cut backstage where lovable ol’ “Mean” Gene is standing by outside a locker room that’s guarded by 4 big, burly body guards (not OAOAST security) MEAN GENE Michael, Coach – I’m standing here outside the Wildcard’s locker room and I’m hoping to get a word with Bruce Blank about his big match next Thursday. Gene turns to one of the men and looks at him hoping to get the big guy’s attention, when the guy doesn’t move Gene presses his arm past him and knocks on the door *KNOCK*KNOCK* BRUCE BLANK Who’s there MEAN GENE Gene Okerlund BRUCE BLANK … That’s the crappiest set up for a knock-knock joke I’ve ever heard! Gene pauses for a moment to roll his eyes. MEAN GENE No I’m here about the match with Zack next week, can I have a few words BRUCE BLANK Sure … Nothing happens MEAN GENE Can I come in? BRUCE BLANK Oh you wanted to get *IN* as well as have a few words? Alright guys let the little ol’ man in. The bodyguards step aside to let “Mean” Gene enter the locker room. Gene looks a bit surprised to see all three Wildcarder’s just kicking back and relaxing with the TV set to TV Land in the background. When Gene sees that Bruce has a red brick in his right hand and that he keeps squeezing it over and over he asks the question that’s on everyone’s mind. MEAN GENE What’s with the brick? Bruce looks down at the brick in his hand, almost like he forgot he had it. BRUCE BLANK Never underestimate the importance of a good, firm handshake Gene, I have a feeling that I will be putting this hand to good use next week. MEAN GENE You could be using it to tear up your contract Bruce, have you really thought about that? BRUCE BLANK Nah MEAN GENE No? BRUCE BLANK No need, it’ll be the same old story – Bruce wins, Zack cries but has to shake my hand and admit that I am the better man. MEAN GENE And it’s going to be that easy? BRUCE BLANK Look at me Gene, no one in the OAOAST have been able to pin me in a one on one match, hell it took three opponents AND the interference of the lying, cheating amoral Zack Malibu to put me down MEAN GENE Well that’s certainly a … unique way of seeing it. BRUCE BLANK History will back me up on that one. Gene, have I lost? MEAN GENE War Games? BRUCE BLANK We all know who lost THAT one Bruce looks around but Landon isn’t in the room right now MEAN GENE The six man tag-team title match – you got pinned too. BRUCE BLANK like I said – after the interference of a lying, cheating hypocrite Gene takes a half step back so that he doesn’t get hit by the lighting that’s surely about to strike Bruce down. MEAN GENE It’s Zack Malibu Bruce, he’s one of the toughest guys in this place BRUCE BLANK He may have been… in the past, but you see after I’ve come onto the scene and become the OAOAST Icon and fan choice MEAN GENE *Gene coughs as he’s about to gag* BRUCE BLANK After I’ve become the man to symbolize everything the OAOAST is about he’s gotten jealous, petty, vindictive even – he can’t let little indiscretions go. MEAN GENE Little indiscretions?? Like breaking into his house? BRUCE BLANK Hey now we were just there to congratulate him on the new baby… like the nice guys we are. Gene is speechless, the fact that Bruce is actually trying to make himself look like the guy that’s been wronged has robbed him of the power of speech. MEAN GENE Well, Zack Malibu taped a message to you earlier today that I think you will be interested in seeing..... Gene puts a finger to his earpiece with a puzzled look as a smirk crosses Bruce's face. MEAN GENE What? What do you mean "we don't have the tape"? Where the hell is it? Suddenly, he feels something tapping his shoulder. He turns to see that Bruce is holding a videocasette in his free hand. BRUCE That's because it's right here. See, I knew that Zack was going to do one of his famous ANGRY PROMOS~! showing how intense he is and whatnot, but I'm sick of his words. I'm sick of hearing him talk and talk about how he's going to do this and going to do that to me, so I approached one of our fine OAOAST production assistants and.....well, let's say I was very persuasive. (Holds up tape) Want to know what this message means to me? Bruce tosses the tape over his shoulder, sending it to the floor with a clatter. He looks into the camera and a scowl crosses his face as he whirls around....and throws the brick right at the tape, the impact shattering the case and spilling out some of the film. BRUCE That. The time for talking is over. JOY Bruce darlin’ you ready? Gene turns around and sees this long legged, bleach blonded, big hootered trailerpark queen chewing gum as she looks disinterested. BRUCE BLANK (regaining his composure) Ah right yes. Gene Other than a firm handshake it’s also important that my hand looks really good for the close ups next week. MEAN GENE Close ups? BRUCE BLANK Of Zack shaking my hand, it’ll be a picture for the ages and well I want my hand to look GOOD! So I called my ex-wife Joy MEAN GENE Goodevening Ma’am JOY Yeah whatever old man. Can we do this Bruce? Bruce sits down and places his right hand on her little manicure pad. JOY Alright the other one as well BRUCE BLANK Nah, he’s not shaking that one, just make sure my right hand is nice and groomed and moisturized and everything Gene just shakes his head as Joy pulls out a nail file and starts to work on Bruce’s fingers. Instead of sticking around to see Bruce get the full manicure we cut back to Cole and Coach in Sofa Central. COLE God I hope Zack takes that manicured hand and sticks it up Bruce’s…. COACH You won’t hear an argument from me Michael. I can’t wait until Zack shuts that big mouth up once and for all next week. Imagine it Cole – an OAOAST without Bruce Blank COLE Sounds pretty damn good to me Coach. Tom Sawyer hits, and the crowd goes wild as Felix Strutter comes to the ring accompanied by Rick Heyross. COLE X-title about to be on the line! Let's go to Michael Buffer! BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the OAOAST X-division championship! Introducing first, the challenger, accompanied by his manager, Rick Heyross...from Thunder Bay, Ontario, weighing in at 218 pounds..."AFTER HOURS" FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFELIXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX SSSSSSSSSSTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRR!!!!! COLE Felix Strutter with his first shot at a singles title tonight! As Strutter grabs the mic from Buffer, Renagade hits and Reject makes his way down the aisle, to boos. BUFFER His opponent, hailing from the Bronx, weighing in at 235 pounds...he is the REIGNING and DEFENDING OAOAST X-division champion...RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREJECT!!!!! Reject gets to the ring, and stops at the apron to jaw with a fan, then gets hit with a baseball slide! *DING DING DING* Reject is sent to the ground by this move, and when he gets up, he's met with a SOMERSAULT PLANCHA~! from Strutter! Strutter then starts delivering right hands! COLE And Felix Strutter coming out of the gate quickly! Strutter jumps up, to the cheers of the crowd. He takes them in for a second, then tosses Reject back inside. He backs Reject into a corner, but Reject quickly ducks underneath the ropes, and the referee backs Strutter off. Reject then attacks from behind! COACH But Reject knows all the little tricks and now it's him in control! Reject then grabs a side headlock. He cinches it in, but Strutter backs him into the ropes, then pushes him off. Reject comes back and knocks Strutter to the mat, then hops over as Strutter flips to his stomach. Strutter then hops up and delivers an armdrag! COLE Nice move by the challenger! Reject gets up, and is immediately caught in another armdrag! Strutter motions for Reject to "come on", as the crowd cheers. COLE And Strutter holding his own against the X-champion here, are you surprised, Coach? COACH Well, I wouldn't say that, but he better not make Reject mad here! Strutter and Reject tie up, and Reject delivers a knee to the midsection. He then goes for an Irish whip, but Strutter reverses, and tries a dropkick, but Reject hooks the ropes! Reject then backs Strutter into the corner, and delivers a CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! COACH WOW, listen to that! Strutter sinks in the corner, and Reject picks him up and whips him across the ring. Reject charges, but Strutter hops over and executes a sunset flip! 1... 2... Kickout! Reject hops up, and is caught in a bodyslam! Reject reaches back with his feet, and kicks Strutter off, then gets up and delivers his own bodyslam! Strutter then kicks off Reject in the same fashion, and catches him in a side headlock as the crowd applauds! COLE What action here in this matchup for the X-title, and the crowd is loving it! Reject battles his way back to his feet, and pushes Strutter off into the ropes once again. Strutter ducks a clothesline, and catches Reject with a spinning wheel kick! 1... 2... Kickout! Reject shoves Strutter out to the floor on the kickout, but Strutter gets right back up and delivers a shoulder to the gut, then slings over the ropes for a sunset flip! 1... 2... Kickout! Reject charges with a clothesline, but Srutter ducks and delivers a foot to the gut, followed by a CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! And another! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! And a third! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! Strutter then backs Reject into the ropes for an Irish whip. Reject ducks a clothesline, then catches Strutter with a BIG spinning wheel kick of his own! COACH Whoa! COLE What a shot that was from Reject, into a cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Reject gets to his feet, and stomps away at Strutter, then picks him up, and delivers a high dropkick, sending Strutter rolling to the floor! Reject does the arms outstretched pose once again, as he is showered with boos. COLE You hear the reaction from this partisan Canadian crowd, as the advantage is all Reject now! Reject waits on Strutter to slide through, then drags him into a corner, and delivers a CHOP~! COLE WOW! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! And a second! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! Strutter sinks down, allowing Reject to deliver some forearm shots to the back. He then stomps Strutter as he lays on the mat face down. Reject then picks him up, and lifts him in a suplex, letting the blood rush to the head, then falling back and floating over for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Reject tosses Strutter to the outside, then follows him out, picking him up and ramming his back into the ringpost! COLE And Felix Strutter tastes the steel! Reject rolls back into the ring and poses some more, and the reaction from the crowd never changes. Strutter crawls onto the apron, and Reject pulls him up by the hair and through the ropes. He lifts Strutter onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry, then flips him over onto his knee! COLE And here's that backbreaker, right into the submission hold! Reject keeps Strutter positioned, and applies a surfboard! COACH Reject wrenching back on the hold, using the wrists of Strutter and pulling back! Reject pulls back, as Strutter tries to get his feet underneath him. After some struggling, he does, as the crowd cheers him on! COLE And the crowd here in Montreal strongly behind "After Hours" Felix Strutter! Strutter bridges up, then breaks the grip of Reject, and hiptosses him to the mat! Strutter goes to the ropes for a somersault splash, but Reject brings the knees up! COACH Oof! COLE The flip splash attempted, but lands right on the knees of Reject, who's going to the top rope! Reject goes to the top, and hits a MISSILE DROPKICK~! COACH Wrap it up! 1... 2... NO! Strutter gets a shoulder up! COLE And Reject NOT happy with the speed of the count! Reject has a finger right in the face of the referee, as Strutter sneaks up and schoolboys him, pulling the tights for leverage! 1... 2... Kickout! COLE Almost a new champion right there! Reject catches Strutter with a roundhouse kick to the midsection, then takes him down and covers him with his feet on the ropes! 1... 2... Shoulder up! COLE And they're pulling out all the dirty tricks now! Reject goes to the eyes of Strutter, and Strutter returns the favor! Strutter attempts an Irish whip, but Reject reverses, sending Strutter into the corner. Reject charges, but Strutter moves out of the way! Strutter then delivers a foot to the gut, followed by a DDT! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Reject gets the shoulder up! COACH And Reject kicking out just in the knick of time! Reject rakes the eyes of Strutter, then delivers a foot to the gut, setting up for the PITCH BLACK~!!!111, but Strutter blocks, and sets up Reject for a slingshot, delivering right in the corner, then tripping him up and applying the STF~!!! COLE STF applied! Could have it right here! The crowd rises to its feet as Reject screams in pain. The referee checks on him, with his hand in the air ready to call for the bell at any second. Reject, however, fights the pain and is able to pull himself to the ropes! COACH And look at him fight it and get to the ropes! Reject pulls himself up using the ropes, and Strutter grabs his leg and pulls him to the center...only to be hit with an ENZIGURI~!, which sends him for a 360! COLE And a big move from Reject, the enziguri! Reject slowly gets to his feet, and delivers another CHOP~!, this one knocking Strutter right off his feet! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! Reject goes up to the top rope, and measures Strutter. He attempts a SOMERSAULT SENTON~!, but Strutter rolls out of the way! Strutter then pulls himself up, and charges Reject, hitting a floatover DDT! He rolls Reject over, and covers... 1... 2... NO! Reject gets the shoulder up! COLE Wow, this is an amazing match! Strutter whips Reject into a corner, and charges. Reject backdrops him to the floor, but he lands on his feet, and trips up Reject from behind! COACH Oh, no! COLE Oh yes! Strutter pulls Reject back, crotching him into the post! Strutter then rolls back in, and whips Reject into the ropes, going for a tilt-a-whirl! However, Reject spins through, and scoops Strutter for a TOMBSTONE~! However, Strutter leans to his side and reverses the move! COLE Both men going for the tombstone! Who will complete the move? Reject goes over the shoulder, and lifts Strutter, but Strutter reverses it one more time, and drives Reject into the mat! COACH It's Felix! 1... 2... NO!!! Reject kicks out! COACH Whew! This is great! Strutter stands up and delivers a European uppercut, then picks up Reject, and delivers a TIGER SUPLEX~! 1... 2... NO!!! Reject escapes! Strutter signals for the end! COLE He says it's over! COACH And that can only mean one thing! Strutter picks up Reject, and delivers a foot to the gut, setting up the THUNDER BAY THROTTLE~!!!111, but Reject backdrops out! Reject sizes up Strutter, and attempts the EULOGY~!!!!!11111, but Strutter shoves him off into the ropes, and their heads crack, sending them both to the mat, as the crowd gives a standing ovation! COACH A tremendous match for the X-division here on HeldDOWN~! The referee begins to count... ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! FOUR!!! FIVE!!! SIX!!! SEVEN!!! EIGHT!!! Strutter sits up, then starts to get to his feet. Reject follows, then goes for a spin kick, which Strutter ducks, and delivers a foot to the gut! He sets up once again for the THUNDER BAY THROTTLE~!!!111...but Reject spins out, and catches Strutter with the EULOGY~!!!!!11111 COACH HE GOT IT! COLE Reject with the Eulogy! He hooks the leg... 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* COLE And Reject retains, what a tremendous match! BUFFER The winner of the match...and STILL OAOAST X-division champion...RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREJECT!!!!! As Reject walks back to the dressing room, Strutter gets to his feet in the ring, and the crowd stands to its feet and cheers him on. COLE Tremendous effort by Felix Strutter, but coming up short tonight, as Reject retains the X-championship! We've got more coming up, so stick with us! Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 8, 2006 (edited) MATTHEWS Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time... Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Walking into shot with a beaming smile and only the slightest hint of a limp in his step, Landon hangs his arm over Josh's shoulder as if they were best buddies from way back. Of course, they're nothing of the sort, but Josh isn't going to do anything about it. I mean, it's not like he's a wrestler. Megan Skye joins her man as Josh composes himself. MATTHEWS Last week Landon, you were involved in one of th... MADDIX Ahbahbah... MATTHEWS ...last week, you won one of the craziest matches in HeldDOWN~! history, the Philadelphia Street Fight, along with Todd Cortez and Bloodshed. Now, you and your three opponents The Hooligans were offered the night off tonight, but you apparantly have a big announcement to make. MADDIX That's right Josh. By the way, good save. See, you're right about last week being one of the craziest matches in HeldDOWN~! history. Granted, I've never actually watched the show outside of scouting purposes and when I know I'm going to be on, but my point remains. There were guys flying off of balconies, guys going through tables, guys jamming staples into each other's flesh... it was straight nuts out there. But in amongst the chaos and the catastrophe, who's hand was raised in victory? Landon Maddix, ¡claro! See, I'm sure Bloodshed could have gone on all day mutilating Johnny, Scotty and Jamie, The Street Spirit Squad. And Cortez would have done his flippy-do-dad on the apron spot given half the chance. But when you need someone to get the job done, you rely on Landon Maddix... with just a smidgen of help from his trusty manageress. Megan smiles and pecks Landon on the cheek. MADDIX They always fall into the trap. It's seamless. One kick and now Mr. Jackson isn't so much Johnny as Michael, at least in the looks department. One kick. POW! And it was lights out. Taking the arm off from the shoulder, Landon runs a hand through the blond locks. MADDIX Ever since War Games, everywhere I go, I get nothing but mocking. People 'crying' and 'bawling' and 'tapping out' in my general direction. In public. We're delving into a shallow gene pool here Josh. I've been given nothing but disrespect. And I'm sick of it! Nevermind that I'm a two-time World Champion. Nevermind my reign as OAOAST 24/7 Champion. Nevermind that I am the SAVIOUR of the OAOAST! Landon throws his arms to the side on the word saviour, just incase you didn't get it. MADDIX Nevermind that I had a... metal spike... jammed into my nether regions at Syndicated. I was violated Josh, VIOLATED! Any man in my position would have done the very same thing I did, which was save my scrotum from uneccessary surgery by quitting against my better nature and living to fight another day. Those are grounds for mockery? Well, last week, I scored not one but two victories over The GPX. They're former Tag Team Champions, right? Pretty well respected? On Monday at November Reign I put down Scotty Static and last Thursday, Johnny Jax, 1, 2, 3. Well who's the object of ridicule now? Not me. Not I. Which brings me to the big announcement. To further prove I'm not a joke. It's about time yours truly started concentrating on my career, rather than the constant dealings with Malibu and his merry band of men. There's only so many times I can beat the GPXs of this world before I have to move onto bigger and better things. And with that said, it's my pleasure... to announce myself as the FIRST competitor officially entering himself into the 2007 Royal Rumble! Cue the cheesy grin from Landon as he basks in the glow of his announcement with Megan. MATTHEWS Landon... you realise that AnglePalooza is still nearly two months away, right? MADDIX (sighs) Yes, I realise that. MATTHEWS Just checking. MADDIX AnglePalooza might be two months or so away, but I'm already looking onward and forward. The Royal Rumble. 29 of the OAOAST's supposed best superstars and Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix. And one by one, those 29 second rate wrestlers are going to go soaring over that top rope, by my hands or otherwise, until only I'm left standing. MATTHEWS What makes you so confident of victory Landon... besides the obvious. I mean, we don't even know who's going to be in the field of 30 yet, let alone the random drawing. MADDIX Look, it's a simple matter of motivation. See, I'm entering the Royal Rumble for one reason... History! See, when I outlast those 29 wannabees, I will have created history. I will have achieved something no other man has done in this business. That being, becoming the first man EVER to have both the SWF Clusterfuck and the OAOAST Royal Rumble on their resumé... thus saving these people from yet another mediocre AngleMania main-event in the process. And then at AngleMania, I will become the first EVER man to win both the SWF and OAOAST World Heavyweight Championships and my name will go down in the annals of time! Landon Maddix- Leyenda de Lucha Libre! Still caught up in his fantasy world, Maddix wanders off aimlessly as we cut to the arena. PRL vs. "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant Backstage again. The lone figure of Stacey Robertson, girlfriend of Colombian Heat, is sitting backstage and apparantly waiting on her man to clock off for the day. As such. Stacey looks around for any sign of anyone and checks her watch as there's still no sign of her boyfriend. However a figure is looming towards her, that being Jade Rodez. JADE Hi, it's Stacey, right? Stacey looks up and apparantly recognises Jade, becoming very distant all of a sudden. STACEY Yeah. JADE Waiting for someone? STACEY Yes. JADE Okay. Good talk. So, what's it like dating a wrestler? Must be hard with him on the road so much, coz see, my brother he's a wrestler and he was always here, there and everywhere and I never really saw him that often, so if you... STACEY Listen, just because I'm alone you don't have to try and make small talk. A little surprised at the catty tone in the otherwise sweet and nice woman in front of her, Jade is taken aback for a moment. JADE I get it, you don't want to talk because of what's going on with Heat and my team. STACEY I don't usually socialise with people he hates. JADE And I suppose telling you it was a misunderstanding would be a waste of time too. STACEY Probably. JADE Well, in that case... LINDSAY Well well well. Suddenly both ladies look up as over saunters Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, Tha Puerto Rican's beau, chewing a mouthful of gum as she folds her arms and glares at Jade and Stacey. LINDSAY Did they commission a Diva Search while I wasn't looking? JADE Been let off the leash, have we? LINDSAY That's rich. You know, I figured when your brother got taken out you'd realise your meal ticket was gone and take off with him, but apparantly not. Shame really. You must be hard up for money, now your little boyband friends are the former HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions and MY boyfriend, the greatest Puerto Rican athlete in sports history, Tha Puerto Rican, is the Champion. JADE That's nice to hear. Because, after my brother took his last title I thought he might go off the deep end. Lindsay frowns. JADE Oh and as you're here, you can send a message to PRL that D*LUX won't be fooled for a second time and we're coming back for those titles that were stolen from us. STACEY They're going to have to get in the queue then. Surprised by the interruption, Jade wheels around. JADE Excuse me? STACEY Heat says that he and Spanish Fly are going after the titles too. And we all know my man would tear your boys apart. JADE With all due respect, we're former champions, they're not. STACEY So? JADE So? So, we deserve the next shot. STACEY Until Heat and Spanish Fly beat you, right? JADE Not gonna happen. STACEY Says who? JADE Says me! LINDSAY Girls, girls, girls, let's not fight. We all know that PRL and Popick are the champions for a reason. It doesn't matter which or your pathetic little teams steps up, PRL will knock them right back down. That's why I'm with him and you hangers on are with them. That and my good looks. Try all you want, but The Lightning Crew will make you look second-rate time and time again. I'm out. Lindsay divaishly (new word!) storms off and luckily, or unluckily depending on your viewpoint, Jade leaves in the other direction before any catfighting can ensue. STACEY These bitches around here are crazy! Commercial break Edited December 8, 2006 by KingPK Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 8, 2006 COLE Fans, I have just received word from the OAOAST Front Office about next week’s HeldDOWN~!. COACH You have? Well come on! Spit it out man! COLE Okay. Okay. I have just received word that...next week right here on HeldDOWN~!...according to the HI-YAH Championship Commitee, "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph Popick will defend the HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship against...D*LUX! That’s right here next week on HeldDOWN~! COACH Whoa! D*LUX get their rematch next week! That’s going to be awesome! COLE Indeed it will, Coach. Another blockbuster match added on what is already a monumental HeldDOWN~! next week! We’ve got THREE action-packed matches scheduled for you, so don’t you miss any of the action next week on HeldDOWN~! And right now, it’s time for our main event. Just who will Spanish Fly face tonight? The lights go down in the arena. The crowd cheers. Two spotlights shine on the entrance doors. After five seconds... *KA-BOOM~!* Spanish Fly shoots out from underneath the entrance stage with pyro right behind him. Fly is wearing a Spanish Fly sleeveless shirt around his waist. "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Spanish Fly raises his right hand in the air, causing the crowd to cheer some more. "Krokodilamadurinn" by Quarashi starts playing. Spanish Fly points to both sides of the arena 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 TV time remaining. Introducing first, coming to the ring at this time. Originally from Tijuana, Mexico, but now residing in San Diego, California. Weighing in at 175 lbs. He...is...SPANISHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! COLE Spanish Fly is going into the ring with a level of uncertainty in the air. We have no idea just who Spanish Fly will face! All we know is that he’s here and he’s ready! COACH You know Tha Puerto Rican set this whole thing up. He wants Spanish Fly, he wants that little pipsqueak to sweat. He wants him to worry. You see Tha Puerto Rican is greatly annoyed by Spanish Fly. And he can’t wait to squash him once...and for all. COLE This could be quite the match for Spanish Fly. Spanish Fly enters the ring and gets on a second turnbuckle. He raises his hands in the air to cheers. Spanish Fly gets off the turnbuckle, and heads to another second turnbuckle, raising his hands in the air again, receiving another pop from the crowd. Fly gets off the second turnbuckle and looks at the entryway, removing his Spanish Fly sleeveless shirt from his waist and throwing it into the crowd. The lights go back on in the arena as "Krokodilamadurinn" by Quarashi dies down. The crowd also looks to the entrance. COACH Well who is his opponent going to be? COLE We’ll find out right now, Coach. The crowd anxiously awaits for the opponent to arrive. Spanish Fly paces back and forth in the ring as he waits. "LIGHTNING CREW!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The opening to "No Chance In Hell" fires up as the crowd stands up and boos loudly. The AngleTron shows a picture of Cuban Wall posing in front of a Cuban flag and CUBAN WALL written to the right side of the screen in big, white blocky letters. Red strobe lights flicker on and off in the entrance and smoke fills the entrance stage. The crescendo hits, and a lightning bolt hits the entrance. "No Chance In Hell" by Bradley Royds starts playing. *No chance (No chance) That’s what ya got (Ha. Ha. Yeah.) Put up against no machine too strong (Too strong) Pussy politicians buying souls for us are...PUPPETS! (Puppets!)* The entrance doors slide open, and out from the smoke appears CUBAN WALL. The crowd’s boos get louder. COLE Uh-oh! And oh my! Cuban Wall is out here! Cuban Wall is Spanish Fly’s opponent!? COACH What a BRILLIANT choice from Tha Puerto Rican! Bravo, P.R.! Bravo! Cuban Wall looks at the crowd and then pumps his right fist in the air, then proceeds to walk down the entrance ramp to the ring, eyes focused solely on it, with an evil smile on his face. Wall gestures that he will hurt Fly, but Fly shows no fear as "No Chance In Hell" continues playing. BUFFER And his opponent. Coming to the ring at this time. From Havana, Cuba. Standing 6’7" and weighing in at 285 lbs. He is The Muscle for The Lightning Crew. CUBANNNNNNNNNNNNNN WAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL! Cuban Wall flicks his wrists and cracks his knuckles. Wall shadow boxes a little bit, showing Fly just how much pain he’s in for. COLE Cuban Wall looks pretty pleased about this match. COACH Of course he is. This is exercise for him. It’s called Midget Tossing! HA! HA! HA! HA! COLE Oh come on! The 6’7" Cuban Wall is going head-to-head tonight against the 4’11" Spanish Fly. But Spanish Fly is showing no fear despite the gigantic obstacle that he has to overcome! Spanish Fly is not afraid of Cuban Wall! YODA He will be. He...will...be. Cuban Wall climbs over the top rope to enter the ring. Just then, Spanish Fly runs underneath Wall’s legs and leaves the ring! COLE Look at the quickness of Fly! Cuban Wall isn’t pleased with this, so he gets off the ring apron and chases Spanish Fly around the ringside area! CUBAN WALL Come back here you little brat! Wall chases Spanish Fly around the ring some more before Fly enters the ring. SF climbs the top rope, so that as soon as Cuban Wall puts his head in the ring, Fly jumps off the top rope and hits Wall across the neck with a legdrop! COLE Whoa! Legdrop on Cuban Wall! And the match hasn’t even started yet! *DING DING DING* COACH Now it has. CUBAN WALL vs. SPANISH FLY Cuban Wall exits the ring to regain his composure. Spanish Fly remains in the ring, and dares Wall to come back. COACH Spanish Fly attacked before the match started! He should be disqualified! COLE That’s the second time you’ve said that tonight, and no, that’s NEVER going to happen! Cuban Wall jaws with the fans, and then slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring. Spanish Fly charges forward, CAUGHT by Cuban Wall! COACH Your speed and quickness can only get you so far Spanish Fly! Wall has Fly caught in a goozle, causing the crowd to boo. Cuban Wall throws Spanish Fly into a turnbuckle like he is a ragdoll! COLE Oh my! Wall eyes Fly like a bull, and then charges forward...but Spanish Fly moves out of the way, and Cuban Wall hits the turnbuckle left shoulder first! Spanish Fly quickly goes for a schoolboy rollup...but Cuban Wall is just too big for Fly, so he won’t budge. COACH Honestly Fly, why do you even bother? COLE Because he has heart, that’s why! Cuban Wall stomps Spanish Fly, but Spanish Fly moves out of the way and leaves the ring. COACH Look at the coward run, that coward! Cuban Wall exits the ring to chase Spanish Fly around ringside again. Already Cuban Wall is winded from all the running that he’s doing. COLE Spanish Fly doing anything he can to win this match and stick it to Tha Puerto Rican! But Cuban Wall is right behind Spanish Fly, following him everywhere he goes. SF hides behind the ring steps. CW laughs at this, wondering just how dumb Spanish Fly thinks he is. COACH What the hell is this? Hide And Seek? Fight him, damn it! Cuban Wall gets into his predator pose. He rubs his hands together, spits out some tobacco juice, and then charges forward, kicking the ring steps forward! But Spanish Fly is nowhere to be found! COACH Hey! Where did he go? Cuban Wall is pissed, so he throws the top ring steps into the barricade. He searches for Fly around ringside, yelling out his name. Then, from underneath the ring, Spanish Fly reappears, climbing the top rope and waiting for Cuban Wall to get close to him. SEATED SENTON ONTO CUBAN WALL! "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE And Spanish Fly strikes with the Seated Senton! Fly knocking the Wall down! COACH This can’t be happening! That midget is embarrassing The Muscle of The Lightning Crew! COLE It’s happening Coach. Right here, live on HeldDOWN~! Cuban Wall gets right back up, and is PISSED~! Spanish Fly is shocked that Cuban Wall got back up so quickly, but remains cool, calm, and collected. Wall growls at the small Fly, who stands a few feet away from him. CUBAN WALL You want some of this, boy? Well come on and get it! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! COACH That move didn’t even faze Cuban Wall! Look at him. He popped right back up! COLE This is going to be a difficult battle for Spanish Fly. If you’re Spanish Fly, how the hell do you combat the 6’7" 285 pound Cuban Wall? COACH On a wing and a prayer. Cuban Wall charges forward, going for a clothesline. But Spanish Fly ducks, leaps onto the ring apron, and leaps back off it, going for a hurricarana on Cuban Wall! But Wall won’t move. COLE Oh man. This isn’t good. This is not good at all! COACH Get him, Wall! Spanish Fly sits on Cuban Wall’s shoulders, desperately trying to hit the hurricarana. But nothing works, as Cuban Wall has Spanish Fly right in his hands. Wall drops Spanish Fly down a little, almost as if he’s going for a powerbomb. Cuban Wall then grabs Fly like he’s about to throw a baseball... AND THEN SWINGS HIS BODY INTO A RING POST! Spanish Fly collapses onto the floor, holding his body in pain. COACH Yeah! Yeah! Get him Wall! Get him! Get him! Yeah! Cuban Wall laughs at the fallen Spanish Fly. Fly gasps for air. "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" Wall ignores the crowd, telling Spanish Fly to get up. COLE And these fans are just on Cuban Wall! COACH He doesn’t care. He’s in control now, and that’s all that matters. COLE Let’s take an instant replay of that move right there. ****************************************************** Instant replay ****************************************************** COLE I’ve never seen Spanish Fly manhandled that way! COACH That’s because he’s never faced anyone like Cuban Wall, ever! CW stomps on Spanish Fly. Wall enters the ring to break the count, and then goes back out, grabbing Spanish Fly and throwing him back into the ring. CW follows him into the ring. COLE Spanish Fly was on fire at the beginning of this match, but Cuban Wall is in control now. SF is struggling to get up. Cuban Wall kicks him in the face just because he can. Wall picks up Spanish Fly by his mask, nearly ripping it apart, and then hoists him up in a fallaway slam position. COLE Oh no. We’ve seen this before. Cuban Wall taunts Fly, and then charges with him into a turnbuckle. Fly’s back hits the turnbuckle HARD! Wall then charges with Spanish Fly into the opposite turnbuckle. Fly’s back hits the turnbuckle HARD again. Cuban Wall then charges with Spanish Fly into a third turnbuckle. Same result as before. Wall then finishes this off by charging with Spanish Fly into the fourth turnbuckle. Second verse, same as the first. Finally, Cuban Wall finishes this by giving Spanish Fly a powerslam! COLE That signature move of Cuban Wall! Abusing the back of the smaller Spanish Fly! Wall gives the fallen Spanish Fly a dirty look. He kicks him in the face again. "LET’S GO FLY!" "LET’S GO FLY!" "LET’S GO FLY!" "LET’S GO FLY!" Cuban Wall stands over Spanish Fly and taunts him. He grabs Spanish Fly’s neck with both hands, lifts him up, places him on his shoulders, and gives him a Death Valley Driver! COLE Into the air goes Spanish Fly! That was 175 lbs. that Cuban Wall just lifted onto his shoulders! COACH And look how easily Cuban Wall was able to do that move on Spanish Fly! This is all so simple for Cuban Wall! This match is going to be a piece of cake! Don’t believe me? Watch. Cuban Wall does The Lightning Crew Salute to loud boos from the crowd. He dares Spanish Fly to get up again. CUBAN WALL COME ON! COME ON! COLE Cuban Wall is just toying with Fly! COACH Hey, when you’re his height, you can do whatever you want to do. That’s my opinion. Referee Mike Chioda checks on Spanish Fly to see if he’s okay. Wall moves him out of the way and grabs Fly by his neck with both hands. Wall lifts Fly up and places him against a turnbuckle. CW chokes Spanish Fly with his bare hands, but lets go before the count of 5. Cuban Wall shouldertackles Spanish Fly, and one is enough to bring Spanish Fly down to the mat! COACH Oh ho ho! I am loving this! I am loving this very much! Cuban Wall laughs at Spanish Fly’s misery. He lifts Fly up again and places him against the turnbuckle again. Cuban Wall heads to the opposite turnbuckle, smiles evilly, and then charges forward for an Avalanche! SPANISH FLY MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! Cuban Wall holds his gut in pain as the crowd comes alive. Spanish Fly bounces off the ropes, grabs the top rope...and hits Cuban Wall with a 6-1-9 to the gut! COLE 6-1-9! It connected to the gut...er...ribs. Cuban Wall holds his gut in pain, allowing Spanish Fly the chance to bounce off the ropes again, and hit a seated dropkick to Cuban Wall’s left ankle! Cuban Wall falls to the mat, but gets right back up. So, Spanish Fly hits him with a seated dropkick again to the left ankle. This time, Cuban Wall falls to his knees. Spanish Fly bounces off the ropes again, and hits Cuban Wall with ANOTHER seated dropkick, to the back of Wall’s head, which sends Cuban Wall into the second rope where his head rests. "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE He’s in position! He’s in position! COACH No! No! NO! The crowd starts to come alive. Cuban Wall is stunned from the dropkicks. Spanish Fly looks at the crowd and smiles. SPANISH FLY 6-1-9! COLE He’s going for it! Time for the 6-1-9! Spanish Fly bounces off the ropes, runs forward, grabs the top rope-- AND IS CAUGHT BY MR. BORICUA! COLE And what the hell! What the hell is this? COACH Mr. Boricua is here! Mr. Boricua is here and all is right with the world again! Spanish Fly tries to fight free of Mr. Boricua’s grip, but Boricua hoists Spanish Fly over his head in a Gorilla Press Slam position and walks towards the barricade. COLE What the hell? OH MY GOD! NO! COACH YES! COLE NO! COACH YES! COLE NO! Mr. Boricua launches Spanish Fly over the barricade and into the crowd! COLE Mr. Boricua just tossed Spanish Fly into the crowd! About 10 rows deep! Referee Mike Chioda calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* (4:05) COLE The match is over! Well, how can we still have a match? Spanish Fly is knee deep in the crowd now! COACH What a fantastic move by Mr. Boricua! He did what no one else could do! He just did something that will be in the highlight reels for years to come! Mr. Boricua yells out to the crowd. He poses on the outside while Cuban Wall grins evilly in the ring. The crowd boos loudly. "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" COLE Let’s take--let’s take another look at that one more time. The OAOAST HeldDOWN~! logo flashes across the screen again. Cut to Mr. Boricua grabbing Spanish Fly just before he is about to do a 6-1-9. COLE Cuban Wall was about to get hit with another 6-1-9, when Mr. Boricua showed up, grabbed Spanish Fly, and then, THREW HIM over the barricade and into the crowd! That was incredible! That was unbelieveable! That was-- COACH Undoubtedly one of the best things Mr. Boricua has ever done in his entire career. You just KNOW that Tha Puerto Rican is pleased at seeing this. The OAOAST HeldDOWN~! logo flashes across the screen again. We return to the live feed as Mr. Boricua continues posing on the outside. Cuban Wall is up and applauding Mr. Boricua saying, "Good job, Mr. B. Good job." COLE Colombian Heat defeated Stephen Joseph Popick earlier tonight, and now, Cuban Wall is the sole survivor as Spanish Fly is somewhere in this crowd. COACH Looks like both teams got some of each other tonight. COLE Indeed they did, Coach. And who knows just how much longer this rivalry will last? "No Chance In Hell" by Bradley Royds starts playing again. Mr. Boricua yells out some more as Cuban Wall laughs manically. The crowd boos loudly. COLE What a night this has been on HeldDOWN~!. But next week will be even BIGGER! THREE blockbuster bouts for next week’s show including the much anticipated Zack Malibu vs. Bruce Blank match. Also PRL and Popick will defend the HI-YAH World Tag Team Titles against D*LUX in a rematch, plus much more! And right now, I think Mr. Boricua just sent a message to D*LUX, Colombian Heat, and Spanish Fly! COACH Yeah, the message is, "Try us and you will get crushed!" Wonderful! The OAOAST HeldDOWN~! logo flashes across the screen again. We get another replay of Mr. Boricua throwing Spanish Fly over the barricade and into the crowd. Cut to another replay of it in slow motion. COLE I still can’t belive what I just saw. Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua have just left Spanish Fly laying. He’s gonna need some help out here. COACH Eh, he’s a man. He can get up by himself. COLE But Coach, he--wait. Nevermind. Just...just nevermind. Fans, thanks for tuning in tonight. Be sure to check back here next week for what could quite possibly be the best HeldDOWN~! Ever! For Jonathon Coachman, this is Michael Cole saying so long and good night from Montreal! We’ll see you next week! Spanish Fly is nowhere to be seen in the crowd. Cuban Wall is gloating over his "victory" in the ring. Mr. Boricua is still yelling, grunting, and snorting. And cracking his knuckles. Mr. Boricua yells some more. "No Chance In Hell" by Bradley Royds continues playing as the crowd boos loudly. The last image we see is of Mr. Boricua yelling at the fans at ringside. The credits roll over that image and we FADE OUT Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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