KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 15, 2006 BOOM~! BOOM~! BOOM~! BOOM~! B-O-O-O-O-O-M~!~!~!~! The orange pyro shoots from the turnbuckles signaling the beginning of another edition of OAOAST HeldDOWN~! Tonight, we come to you from Green Bay, Wisconsin, home of something that ends up stinking if left out too long......but enough about Brett Favre. Over to ringside and your hosts, The Coach and Michael Cole. COLE Good evening, everyone and welcome to HeldDOWN from Green Bay! We are still eleven days from Christmas, but apparently we couldn't wait to give our fans a gift. Tonight, Jonathan, could be a pay-per-view caliber show. COACH You aren't kidding. Tag titles on the line, a debut and TWO big main events. This means that next week's show's gonna suck, isn't it? COLE Coming up tonight, the HI-YAH Tag Team titles are on the line as the champions, Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph defend against D*LUX. Also, Alfdogg defends the Canadian Title against one time friend Thunderkid in a Christmas Deathmatch! COACH But the match that I'M waiting for is our main event. It has been simmering for months, but tonight, the feud between Zack Malibu and Bruce Blank will finally boil over as they will get it on in the ring in a "Career vs. Respect" match. If Zack wins, Bruce has to leave the OAOAST forever, but if Bruce wins, Zack will have to shake his hand in the middle of that ring in front of a worldwide audience! Edgar Winter's "Frankenstein" blasts through the arena, playing the Sooner Bruisers to the ring. Cue the flexing, or howwwwling in the case of the "Psycho Gremlin." COLE The bounce is once again back in the step of the World tag team champions after going into their title defense at November Reign focused as ever before. Little posing or playing for the cameras that night. As everyone who caught the event live or on replay knows, the Heavenly Rockers were on the verge of capturing the championship for a second time when, late in the match, Logan Mann had Big Frank pinned for a 10 count following a Percussion DDT. Unfortunately, the referee got caught in the crossfire in a battle between Uber and Synth, causing all 3 men to fall out to the arena floor, enabling Uber to come off the top moments later and smash one of the tag titles into the back of Mann's head for the 1-2-3. An act the Heavenly Rockers haven't forgotten about, as we'll hear in these pre-recorded comments. COACH (scoffs) Please. * SWOOSH * Close-up of a CLOCK, which just happens to be set at the exact time this segment is airing. Coincidence? I think not. *tick*tick*tick*tick*tick* LOGAN (Off-Screen) You hear that Bruisers? It's the sound of the time bomb ticking inside the Heavenly Rockers! At any moment... * BOOM * The clock EXPLODES. Synth and Logan, the Heavenly Rockers, emerge from the background. LOGAN (CONT'D) ...it could go off. Then actions will speak louder than words. SYNTH Now ya mutha[bleep]ers deal wit dat. * SWOOSH * COLE Wow. A strong message sent. Oh, my! And we're underway in this non-title match. * DING DING DING * The hell with the introductions! Big Frank decimates his un-named opponent with an array of suplexes, dropping him grotesquely on his heads and shoulders, only to pick the jobber right back up and fire him off into the ropes. TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM! Staying on the attack, Frank follows one high-impact move with another, leaving the unknown jobber folded up like an accordion courtesy of a vicious DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB! But rather than go for the pin Frank tosses the poor guy near his corner, daring the fresh jobber to try his luck against him. Reluctant at first, and rightfully so, jobber #2 eventually tags himself in. Cockily, Frank points at his chin, giving the guy a free shot. * BOOM * Big dropkick levels Frank! "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!" COLE What a cheapshot! COLE A cheapshot? How so? COACH Frank gave that fool a free shot... COLE And he took it. COACH (exasperated) You're supposed to punch the guy in the face as hard as you can, not throw a dropkick. That's such a punk move. He oughta be fined and suspended for that. A series of right hands staggers Big Frank. His adreanline flowing, the out-of-shape jobber mistakenly whips Frank to the Sooner Bruisers side of the ring, allowing the champs to make a blind tag. Frank ricochets off the ropes and back towards jobber #2, leapfrogging--LEAPFROGGING--over and quickly coming to a halt, drilling the guy with a Soonerline from the front as Uber does so from the back! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" COLE The Sooner Bruisers may have just broken that young man's neck! COACH I think he's dead, Mikey. The guy damn near got his head torn off his shoulders on worldwide television. Such force behind those Soonerlines. COLE That is why the Sooner Bruisers are considered to be the most dominating tag team champions in OAOAST history. They don't give a damn whether or not you have a family to feed, they want to bruise you for live! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO! Jobber #1 has the balls to run in and breakup the count, drawing a spine-tingling chuckle from the Psycho Gremlin. COLE Anytime you're in the ring with the World tag team champions it's a big deal, but sometimes you have to know when to cut your losses and live to fight another day. COACH It's about time you said something intelligent, Cole. It only took you, what, 3 years? Uber sends his battered and bruised opponent into the ropes and runs him over, driving him straight back near his corner with a punishing shoulderblock. Instead of capitalizing on the situation Uber stays his ground and urges jobber #1 to come in and release some of that reserved energy he seems to have leftover from breaking up the pin attempt moments ago. Naturally, the guy looks to the crowd for answers, which is a resounding no. They know he'll get mauled by the Sooner Bruisers. Like a true babyface, jobber #1 walks into the lion's den fully aware of the consequences. The Psycho Gremlin meeting the fresh face youngster on the way in, riding him to the mat with an amatuer style takedown. Brought up in a front facelock, the youngester backs Uber against the ropes and lands a couple of stinging right hands to the gut. Uber reverses his attempted Irish whip in mid-move and powerslams the piece of enhancement talent on the rebound. He quickly scoops him overhead in a body vice and tags big brother. The Man of Tomorrow scales to the top, flexes the 25" anacondas, and drops the big elbow down across the chest! ONE... TWO... No, no, no says Big Frank. He doesn't want the match to end yet. In a direct shot at the Heavenly Rockers, he twirls the FINGER OF DOOM~! and hits the Frankensteiner for good measure. Uber steps in to prevent any save, but the other jobber is still out of it. ONE... TWO... THREE! * DING DING DING * BUFFER Here are your winners, the OAOAST World tag team champions...THE SOONER BRUUUUUUUUUISERS! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COACH As Michael Cole gets set to interview Big Frank and Uber ringside, let's take a look at some of the explosive action we just witness live on TSM. * ROLL REPLAY * 1) Big Frank's tilt-a-whirl slam 2) His double underhook powerbomb 3) Leapfrog and Bruisers' double Soonerline 4) Uber's shoulderblock 5) Body vice/big elbow off top 6) The Frankensteiner COACH (Voice-Over) ...1-2-3, the Sooner Bruisers pick up the win here on HeldDOWN~! * END REPLAY * Ringside with Cole and the Bruisers, tag belts draped over the champs shoulders. COLE Another dominating performance... UBER Performance?! This ain't Hollywood, pretty boy announcer. It's professional wrestling! A man's sport. You gotta be tough to do what we do for a living, and all me and my brother like to do is cripple, maim and torture guys. Heh heh heh. COLE Oh, my. Ahem. Allow me to rephrase that then. Another dominating outing by the World tag team champions, the Sooner Bruisers. I'm not sure if our producers pre-screened the comments made by the Heavenly Rockers for you--and I wouldn't blame them if they didn't--but it's very clear to me and everyone else, Synth and Logan aren't through with you and their quest to regain the tag team championship. BIG FRANK Yeah, we heard what those junkies said. COLE Hey, come on. BIG FRANK How else would you explain it, Michael Cole? They have to be on something for them to continue to what a piece of the Sooner Bruisers despite getting their asses kicked every time we meet. Maybe they love the bitching that goes along with them losing to us. But let me tell you something, Mann, make all the "chemical enhanced" jokes you want because next time we're in the ring together I'm gonna suplex you on your head, knocking you unconcious and then I'm gonna do something Ned Blanchard told me your wife loves having done to her -- I'm gonna PISS in your mouth and have doctors -- hell, the Love Doctors if you want, to be on the up and up -- do a steroid test right then and there to shut your sorry ass up! COLE Okay. You know what? That's enough. Thank you for you time, gentlemen. UBER We ain't through until we say we're through. If you're not careful, pretty boy announcer, you might just end up like our opponents tonight. BIG FRANK Just to be perfectly clear, the next time the Sooner Bruisers and Heavenly Rockers meet...it will be the last time. Be careful what you wish for, Heavenly Rockers, because you just might get it. Now we're finished. Let's go Uber. UBER Ow, ow, ow, owwwwww! COLE The war of words between the Heavenly Rockers and Sooner Bruisers being taken to another level here tonight. Stay with us. More action still to come. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 15, 2006 (edited) COLE Back on HeldDOWN from Green Bay, thanks for joining us. With some Hot Newz~! you need to know, here's Tony Schiavone. Backstage, the former voice of WCW and now Syndicated host stands humbly in front of our modest interview set -- a simplistic "OAOAST" banner. SCHIAVONE Coming up New Year's night, January 1st, the OAOAST presents the 2nd annual New Year's Spectauclar live right here on TSM. Being the fan-friendly promotion the OAOAST is, we're putting the card in your hands. Yes, you, the wrestling fan, will have the power to pick the stipulation or wrestler you want to see! Go to OAOAST.com for more information on that big card New Year's night. In addition to the great live action you'll be seeing, Jesse "The Body" Ventura and myself will be on hand to unviel 2007 Anderson Cup brackets. The past two winners, the GPX and Heavenly Rockers, have gone on to capture the tag team championship at AngleMania IV and V respectively. Hoping to continue the trend are the Beverly Hills Blonds and the team of Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright, all members of the Enterprise entered in next year's Anderson Cup. That's if neither duo capture the tag titles. That's right. All members of the Enterprise also entered in a big tag team title defense New Year's Night, with the Beverly Hills Blonds pulling double duty as they face Los Diablos de Fuego. In walk the Enterprise. Simon comforting a noticeably upset Ned Blanchard, who is grimacing in pain and shaking his head in disappointment. SIMON Tony, it's with great sadness that I must inform you and all our "great fans" the Beverly Hills Blonds won't be able to perform New Year's night because of a server groin injury Ned suffered last week in the 6-man tag. I know there's gonna be some skepticism concerning the injury but I assure you and everyone watching it's legit. Our man Theodore had the finest doctors money can buy examined Ned, all of whom said it would be in his best interest to back out of the match to avoid further injury. So it's not like we're trying to get the night off to celebrate the New Year in Beverly Hills or anything. It's a legit medical injury. Ned did everything in his power to try and be ready for Los Diablos de Fuego, even going as far as to suggest castration to relive the pain. NED I'm no doctor, so I didn't know that would only add to the problem, not fix it. But I'll suck it up for the tag title match that night. SCHIAVONE Now hold on just a minute. This would be the second time you've backed out of a scheduled match against Los Diablos de Fuego. There's more than meets the eye here. It wouldn't have anything to do with last week, would it? THEODORE Last week is last week, little man. A fluke pin by a fluke tag team. Instead of questioning the Enterprise, why don't you go question those known cheaters Los Diablos de Fuego? First it was November Reign, then last week. They can't be anybody straight up, they gotta resort to illegal switching or double-teaming to beat anyone. Take last week for example. SCHIAVONE I thought last week was last week. THEODORE Schiavone, you're one phone call away from never being seen again. And I don't mean just on television, if you catch my drift. The proof is in the pudding. It took an illegal double-team to keep Christian Wright down for the 1-2-3. Nevermind the fact he got his shoulder up before the final count was made. Had the referee been doing his job it wouldn't have come down to a missed call. SCHIAVONE I don't recall it happening like that. WRIGHT You're paid to hold a microphone to a person's face not spew your views. THEODORE Hahahahaha! You tell him CW. Just like I'm going to tell Los Diablos de Fuego right now...you will have someone to wrestle at the New Year's Spectauclar. A team that holds victory after victory over you. A team that has left you bloody, battered and beaten. They've spent the last few weeks training vigorously in the jungles of Latin America for their big chance at fame and a half a million dollar reward once they beat you New Year's night. I present to you...Los Conquistadors! BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Uno and Dos appear carrying a green money bag. Following handshakes with the Enterprise, they start digging into the bag. SCHIAVONE Half a million dollar reward? You've placed a bountry on the heads of Los Diablos de Fuego! THEODORE Money is meant to be spent, little man. And it will be money well spent come New Year's night. The question now becomes, how will those peasents go down in defeat. Will it be a Mexican Deathmatch? What about a barbed wire coal miner's glove match? Uno pulls the glove out of the bag and puts it on for all to see. THEODORE Huh? Remember that Diablos? Didn't feel too good, didn't it? I know what something else that couldn't have felt to good. Seeing your stupid mascot torn to shreds. All the king's horses and all the king's men might not have been able to put Humpty Dumpty back together again, but the Billon Dollar Heir's fame and fortune could stitch El Ovéja together again. MUAHAHAHAHAHA! Dos pulls the shreded remains of El Ovéja out of the bag. Los Diablos former mascot reduced to a flat piece of "skin" taped together. SCHIAVONE Uh! That does it from here. Back to you. COLE Oh, poor, poor Oveja. COACH I wonder when the Enterprise's Christmas party is? Teddy told me that the invite was in the mail, but I haven't gotten it yet. COLE That's too bad, because I got mine a week ago. COACH COLE COACH 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 Mainframe Monday coming up on January 1st and you, the OAOAST fans, can vote on what YOU want to see from this coming Monday night. Just added to the card this past week, the OAOAST World Tag Team Championships will be up for grabs as six teams challenge for the belts. The current Champions, The Sooner Bruisers, must contend with The Heavenly Rockers, The Beverly Hills Blonds, The Love Doctors, Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright and finally, Rescue 911. COACH Who? COLE You'll have three choices. It'll either be a traditional Over The Top Rope Battle Royal, a Tag Team Turmoil Match or a Triple Chance Battle Royal with over the top elimination and a singles match between the final two teams. What odds must The Sooners defy? You decide in four days time. COACH Will I have my laptop by then? COLE Never you mind Coach. You know what happened to that kid who swiped his Christmas present early. COACH My mom would never do shop me. I'm the apple of her eye! COLE Sure. On a lighter note and speaking of the tag division as we were, until you started whining about that damn laptop again, up next the OAOAST's newest tag team debuts. The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew as they've christened themselves, with Rico de Janeiro at the helm. We've seen Rico a handful of times on HeldDOWN~! and he's been unsuccessful to say the least, against Theodore Moneymaker and then in tag action against D*LUX twice. He blames a lack of experience and then a series of subpar partners. But Rico now has the experience of the bright lights and TV cameras and now, a handpicked partner, Lucius Soul who's been gaining a reputation in OAOVW and was weeks away from a tryout on OAOAST events. Until that is Rico offered him an immediate route onto the big show and understandably he struck a deal. COACH Finally Rico has a partner who he can get along with. A man with talent. A man with an eye for the ladies. A man with the Mardi Gras spirit in his heart. COLE A man with outdated hairstyling techniques? COACH Hey! The fro'll never go out of style. "Easy lover She'll get a hold on you believe it Like no other Before you know it you'll be on your knees" As the soothing sounds of "Easy Lover" by Phil Collins play through the arena, those with decent memories react for the entrance of the tag division's newest combo! Not new to the fans is Rico de Janeiro, swaggering through the curtains wearing a bright (and I mean bright) orange Hawaiian shirt and a large collection of Mardi Gras beads around his neck. Rico stops and strokes down his porn 'stache, before swaggering on. Meanwhile, his newfound tag team partner appears through the sliding doors, busily combing his afro as he struts down the aisle. "She's an easy lover She'll take your heart but you won't feel it She's like no other And I'm just trying to make you see" At the bottom of the ramp Soul stops to run down the fans a little, smirking away the whole time and happy to be on the big show. Meanwhile, Rico swaggers up the ring steps and strokes his porn 'stache in the direction of two screaming Wisconsin hotties, before entering the ring. BUFFER The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, at a total combined weight of four hundred, ten pounds... the team of RICO DE JANEIRO and "SWEET" LUCIUS SOUL... they are, THE MARDI GRAS HOMEWRECKING CREWii "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH Man, these two guys just ooze charisma! COLE Is that what it is? They look pretty sleazy to me, but maybe I've watched one too many 80s detective shows and developed some stereotypes. COACH You're in the right business if you have. As Lucius joins his partner in the ring, Gavin Rossdale's "Adrenaline" now hits and the walking merchandise stand that is Flex Phillips leads the way for the nutritional gurus, proudly wearing his NRG track jacket. Flex takes a swig from his NRG "Winter Berry and Pomegranate NRG Drink" bottle as everyone's favourite human puppydog Biff Atlas follows behind, soaking up the cheers from the adoring crowd. BUFFER And their opponents! Total combined weight five hundred, fifteen pounds, the team of BIFF ATLAS and FLEX PHILLIPS... NUTRITION'S REAL GURUS... N... R...G!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "BIFF!" "BIFF!" "BIFF!" "BIFF!" Fueling the chants, Biff pumps his fist to the beat. Flex is a little less co-operative, possibly because the crowd aren't chanting his name, possibly because he's busy jawing back and forth with Soul. Into the ring climbs the bigman and The MGHWC understandably duck out to the apron encouraging calm, as Biff continues to play to the people. COLE And would you listen to the reaction for Biff Atlas! He's really endeared himself to the OAOAST fans in recent months, the people have taken him in as one of their own and to be honest, I can't figure out when or why it happened. But it has. COACH Like the blind leading the blind. The mentally blind at least. The MGHWC continue to stall for time on the apron as NRG are ready to go. And they're not wasting time (there's a triple main event to get to after all), Flex catching Rico unawares, yanking the top rope and bringing him in the hard way~! *DINGDINGDING!* Rico rolls back to his seat and tries to beg off, shuffling across the ring trying to calm Flex down. There's no reprieve coming though and Flex hauls Rico up, nailing him with a big forearm that sends Rico staggering back into a neutral corner! Another forearm! And a third, before Flex tears the gaudy Hawaiian shirt from de Janeiro's back and wraps it around his throat! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh, Rico is in trouble! Flex Phillips, trying to choke the moustache right off his lips! COACH That doesn't even make any sense! With the shirt still wrapped around the throat, Flex beils Rico out of the corner and into the centre of the ring HARD! Rico again tries to beg off as Flex does as his name would dictate, flexing his muscles. That buys Rico time to scramble back to his feet and rush the posing bodybuilder, but Flex sidesteps and guides Rico sternum first into the turnbuckles behind him. Out bounces the Brazilian, into a right hand. Another. Another. Another. And yet another. Somehow Rico is still standing after this onslaught, albeit with a noticeable wobble, so Flex takes him behind the head, running him headfirst into the turnbuckles. With a wrench of the arm Flex then sends Rico coast to coast into the opposite corner, the force bouncing Rico back out... ...into a GORILLA PRESS... ...and a slam, which causes Soul to freak out in Mardi Gras territory! COACH Woah! COLE New partner or not, Rico de Janeiro doesn't seem to have had a change of luck thus far. Despite the huge slam, Rico seems more concerned with his moustache as he climbs back to his feet, stroking it down with his free hand, the other pinned to his lower back. Around he turns and Flex is waiting, mowing The King Of The Mardi Gras with a clothesline before making the tag to Biff Atlas! "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" Biff balls up the fists and the crowd know what's coming! Unfortunately for Rico he doesn't, barely knowing where he is by now as he turns right into a heavy haymaker! "BIFF!" Another right hand follows... "BIFF!" ...and another... "BIFF!" ...before Biff loads the Brazilian into the ropes with an irish whip. Soul tries to make a blind tag but the tagrope simply won't stretch far enough, leaving him to watch on in despair as Rico goes soaring courtesy of a HIGH backbody drop from Atlas! In shock, Rico sits up, but Biff shoves him back down and makes the pin... 1... 2... Kickout. Up pops Rico looking for the tag. Biff quickly grabs him by the head though, dragging Rico back to his feet and sending him for the ride again. But naïvely Biff ducks his head looking for another backdrop. And this time Rico is well prepped for the move, managing to lunge forward and drop an elbow across the back of the head to counter! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" From the corner Flex tries to encourage Biff to 'shake it off'. Which he has no chance to, as Rico pulls him to his feet in a front facelock and drags him to the corner, allowing "Sweet" Lucius Soul to tag in. COLE Well, our first look at Lucius, let's see what the fuss is about. In glides Lucius and he lands a quick kick to the exposed gut of Biff before taking the chance to taunt Flex, luring the hotheaded bodybuilder into the ring. That allows him to place Biff in the corner and let Rico do some dirtywork with the tag rope around the throat, some more smack talk keeping Flex in and the referee distracted. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH Looks like the tables have turned Mikey. COLE Thanks to the illegal use of that tag rope. COACH Yeah, sure. But the fact is Lucius came in and immediately turned the match into his team's favour. None of Rico's other partners got that far. Finally referee Charles Robinson manages to convince Flex to go back to the corner. By now though Rico has abandoned the tag rope, walking down the apron stroking his porn 'stache in innocence, Lucius taking over on Biff with stomps in the corner. Stomp after stomp finds the well chiseled frame of Biff until he's pushed up against the bottom turnbuckle. At which point Soul SLAMS the flat of his boot into the face and mugs for the crowd, who haven't taken to the New Orleans native. "BIFF!" "BIFF!" "BIFF!" "BIFF!" Lucius pulls Biff out of the corner and tags Rico back in. A double whip by The MGHWC sends Biff into the ropes and Lucius drops down in the centre of the ring, forcing Biff to go up and over... into a Harley Race style High Knee from Rico! The new partners high-five, before Rico follows up with the pin... 1... 2... Kickout. Unhappy with the count, Rico encourages to referee Charles Robinson to 'speed it up, baby' as he climbs back up. Drawing on the crowd and his partner's encouragement, up climbs Biff, fists shaking. A clubbing forearm over the back doesn't seem to stop him for too long. Another forearm over the back puts him down to one knee again, but still Biff is fighting. So Rico hits the ropes in front and charges back with a firm stance, thundering the elbow hard into the sternum. The wind goes rushing out of Biff's lungs and although he doesn't go down immediately, he does drop to his knees after a couple of seconds, sucking wind. COACH Man, you could hear the contact all around the arena there. Rico, showing the form that propelled him to the position of Nose Tackle at Rio de Janeiro University! COLE What!? There's no such thing... and where did you get that cowboy hat!? COACH Props department. A lucky fan gets a black Resistol to remember the night by as Michael Cole sends it flying into the crowd. Meanwhile back in the ring, another exchange is made by The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew. Up to the top goes Lucius as Rico holds Biff in place by the arms, leaving him wide-open for a fist delivered down across Biff's bald head. A little juking and jiving follows, Lucius feeling good about life right about now. Biff tries to shake off the cobwebs as Lucius closes in and hits another right hand. Without the added height they don't seem to have the same effect, so Lucius instead lands a roundhouse kick to the chest. And a second, Biff now softened up enough to go back to the right hands. With Biff up against the ropes, Soul now looks to shoot him off with an irish whip. It's reversed by the pocket powerhouse, but as Biff's attentions turn to reaching his corner and a tag he forgets all about Lucius, who soars back with a (briefly) gravity defying Flying Clothesline! Cover is made... 1... 2... And Flex makes the save! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" SOUL C'mon, get that sucka outta here! Flex is sent back to the corner, while another tag is made on the other side. In swaggers Rico, driving a double sledge across the fallen Atlas before taking issue with Flex Phillips. The bigman restrains himself and warns Rico he'll pay later, but Rico seems distinctly unconcerned as he greets Biff climbing up with a knee to the gut. Rico now backs Biff into a neutral corner, landing the forearm to the sternum again. And with Biff winded, the Brazilian climbs the ropes, that cocky Latino smirk on his hairy lipped face as he pins the bald head back... ...and lands a big right. And another. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Obviously the crowd aren't counting along, but if they were they'd be up to three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. And... ...Rico stops, stroking down the porn 'stache... ...allowing Biff to counter, lifting Rico off the ropes and carrying him into the centre of the ring, before planting the horrified Latino ladies man with an Inverted Atomic Drop! "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Rico a little too pre-occupied with the moustache and it cost him! A dumb move if I ever saw one. COACH He's proud of his appearance, that's all. If you could grow a moustache you'd understand! Left hurting downstairs, the 'stache is the least of Rico's worries now and he looks to buy some recovery time with a tag to Lucius Soul. In rushes Lucius, looking to catch Biff off guard with a clothesline. But Biff sees it coming and ducks underneath, Soul managing to put on the brakes just short of Flex in the corner. His joy is short lived however, because Biff is waiting on him. Right hand. "BIFF!" Right. "BIFF!" Right. "BIFF!" Right. "BIFF!" Right. "BIFF!" Right. "BIFF!" Right. "BIFF!" Right. "BIFF!" Right. "BIFF!" ...with Lucius rocking and reeling, Biff wiiiiiinds up... "WOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH..." ...and lands the BIG final haymaker, dropping Lucius in one! "BIFF!" COLE Biff succeeded where Rico failed, completing the series of 10! That offensive burst took all the energy Biff had at his immediate disposal though and he drops to one knee, to the frustration of Flex Phillips who is desperate for the tag. The crowd get behind Biff as he glances up, looking for the corner and making the slow, painful crawl towards his partner. On the other side Rico is still nursing his own injuries, so Soul bypasses a tag and tries instead to cut Biff off... ...BUT THE TAG IS MADE!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Here. Comes. Flex! Riled up from his extended spell on the apron, Flex comes in and transforms into a human HOUSE OF FIRE! A clothesline puts Soul back down the moment he reaches his feet. Up climbs Soul again, but again he's nailed with a clothesline. Rico sees his partner in trouble and comes in looking for the save, finding only more of the same, that being a clothesline that knocks him clean off his feet. And Flex is feeling it now, treating the crowd to an impressive 'most muscular' pose that almost tempts Vince McMahon to pick up the phone to his accountant and say "hey, maybe we gave up on that WBF thing too soon!" COLE Flex Phillips is cleaning house and Rico might be getting that sinking feeling again right about now. COACH Don't count him out yet Mikey. He's not the same guy we saw those past three times. Well... he is, but he isn't. You know what I'm saying. Posing time is over now as Flex sends Rico for the ride. Rico grips the top rope and stops his momentum though, giving Flex the ol' porn 'stache stroke, distracting him as Lucius comes up from behind... ...but a sidestep from Flex causes Lucius to hit Rico with a huge Bicycle Kick, sending Rico spiralling up and over the top rope to the arena floor! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Oh no! COLE Rico's got more than a sinking feeling after that one! Momentarily freaked out by his miscue, Soul tries to apologise. Being KOed on the floor Rico can't hear anyway, so Lucius remembers he's got a match to get on with, turning on his heels and charging at Flex. But he runs right into a Sidewalk Slam from Ft. Lauderdale's finest! Popping to his knees, Flex signals that it's over as he makes a lateral press... 1... 2... NO, kickout! COACH There we go! This guy's no pushover, not like Rico's past partners. COLE Kickout by Soul, but NRG are still in the ascendancy here. Lucius Soul is in the ascendancy too. Literally, as Flex pulls him off the mat and up into the air with an effortless Gorilla Press! So effortless that Flex starts doing reps with the 185 pound newcomer. Back into the fray comes Biff Atlas meanwhile and on orders from his partner he drops to one knee, ready for the NRG Burst! Referee Charles Robinson is trying to gain control of the match though and finds himself in the way trying to get one man in and one man out... *CHING!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" ...meaning he misses the LOWBLOW by Rico de Janeiro on Flex Phillips! COACH So much for ascendancy! COLE Out of sight of the referee, lowblow! Don't tell me this is how Rico intends on getting his first OAOAST victory! COACH Well, that's one method he didn't try before. Going into a sudden state of rigor mortis, or rigor paralysis at least, Flex drops Soul who just manages to catch himself and land on his feet. Biff reacts, brushing referee Robinson aside and rushing at Lucius. Lucius drops down though, forcing Biff to go up and over, right into the waiting arms of Rico with a HOTSHOT! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" As Biff whiplashes off of the rope, Soul takes Flex and calls over Rico. Together The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew pitch the bigman to the arena floor and pool their efforts towards the lone man in the ring, Biff Atlas. Biff is still choking for breath as Rico hauls him up, clubbing him with a couple of forearms. Snaking behind, Rico then takes Biff up for a Back Suplex as Soul positions himself, taking Biff by the back of the head and guiding him down with a Neckbreaker in stereo with the suplex! COACH What a hairraising experience for Biff Atlas! Haha, get it? Coz, the hair? COLE Genius. Biff writhes on the canvas as Soul jumps for joy. Meanwhile, the much calmer de Janeiro swaggers back to his feet, hands on hips, looking for the answer to one simple question. RICO WHO WANTS A MOUSTACHE RIDE!?! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH Sit down Michael! COLE I am sat down you moron! Apparantly no-one wants to take The King Of The Mardi Gras up on his gracious offer. So Rico turns his attention back to Biff, pulling him up off the canvas and into a standing headscissors. And despite Biff's 220 pounds of muscle, Rico is able to muscle him up over his shoulder, placing the hands in the armpits and muscling him up a little further with the crucifix... ...and DRIVING him down with the Crucifix Powerbomb! COACH The Moustache Ride! COLE What strength from de Janeiro! Impressive! Rico strokes down the porn 'stache as he crawls into the cover... 1... ...and Lucius lands a baseball slide to keep Flex out of action... 2... 3!!! COLE And that's it! *DINGDINGDING!* As soon as the bell sounds, Rico punches the air in relief. But he soon regains his cool and simply strokes down the porn 'stache in victory. Soul returns to the ring too and pats his new tag partner on the back, celebrating a job well done. BUFFER Your winners of this match, the team of RICO DE JANEIRO and "SWEET" LUCIUS SOUL... THE MARDI GRAS HOMEWRECKING CREWii! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Some questionable tactics, but you can't argue with the results. Rico de Janeiro picks up his first ever OAOAST victory, with the newcomer Lucius Soul by his side and I can guarantee they won't care about the means or the methods. COACH And so they shouldn't! Rico needed a partner he could rely on and he found him. He needed a partner to help him towards victory, he found him. And hey, first time out they beat NRG. Who knows how far these two could go together Mikey. It could be a year round Mardi Gras celebration... and I LOVE Mardi Gras celebrations! COLE Settle down Coach. COACH But... Mardi Gras! You know what you've got to do to get those beads, right? COLE (sighs) Yeeess. COACH I wanna see someone show it! Where's Stacey when you need her? Get her out here. Find Lindsay, find anyone, The Coach ain't fussy... COLE Commercials......something! Ok, let's go to the back. We head into a dressing room where James Riggs and Dance Dance Dragon standing side by side in front of a TV, cherry red Guitar Hero guitars strapped on as they furiously jam on the virtual crack that is known as Guitar Hero. RIGGS Yeah! Yeah! I'm straight out whipping your ass right now. I guess you're used to that since I did it night in and night out in HI-YAH. DDD (translated) That may be, but my fortunes will change on the Mainframe Monday special when I defeat you and all the others in the New Year's Knock Out. RIGGS (sighing) I've had to deal with people jabbering at me about whatever while finishing my Japanese obligations. Don't you know SOME English? Uh oh, here comes the solo. Time to leave you in the dust! DDD (translated) How unusual; a musical game that uses the hands. This is not my style at all. Dragon unstraps the guitar and lays it on the floor, using his Mad Foot Skillz© to operate his guitar, to the shock of Riggs, who furiously tries to keep up. The song ends.... RIGGS WHAT?! I lost!? Dragon laughs. He takes a step to get in Riggs' face. DRAGON You loser. At New Year Knock Out, you will lose more. RIGGS (unstrapping his guitar) Oh yeah? One more game. Let's pick something by, oh.......Jeff Jarrett. DRAGON Hmm? Jef.... *CRACK* Riggs brings his guitar around and slams it into DDD's face, sending him crumpling to the floor. Riggs throws it down and storms out of the room, leaving the camera to zoom in on an unconscious DDD as we fade. Commercial break Edited December 15, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 15, 2006 (edited) MICHAEL COLE In the ring at this time, weighing in at 245 pounds – from Osaka Japan! “Ichiban” OHAAAAAAAAAAAAAARA!! The short Japanese fighter steps out from the corner and briefly raises his hand in the air to acknowledge the crowd – even if they don’t know exactly what to think of the latest Japanese import ”No mercy for what we are doing No thought to even what we have done We don't need to feel the sorrow No remorse for the helpless one” MICHAEL COLE And his opponent, from Dayton, Ohio – he is known as “the Lone Wolf”, here comes JAMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES WOLFENSTEIN!! ”War without end No remorse No repent We don't care what it meant” COLE Wolfenstein made very short work of Bill Neilson last week, I think Ohara-san will be a much tougher nut to crack COACH I would hope so Cole, this guy came to the OAOAST looking for a challenge and Neilson just didn’t cut it really cut it you know? James Wolfenstein steps into the spotlight looking straight at the camera for a moment with narrow, intense eyes before he proceeds towards the ring. ”Another day Another death Another sorrow Another breath No remorse No repent” James steps though the ropes and then goes to the corner to do a couple of last minute arm and leg stretches before the match. Once the bell rings James Wolfenstein stands up straight, turns around and steps into the middle of the ring. “Ichiban” Ohara puts his towel over the ringpost and then turns around ready for the match. *DING!*DING!* When Ohara turns around he’s greeted with a shoulder tackle that drives him back in the corner and then peppered with a series of stinging lefts and rights to the back of the head, the neck and the shoulders as James Wolfenstein explodes in a flurry of clubbing action. COACH Wolfenstein seems to be a bit more aggressive this week, I like it COLE Those blows just PUNISH “Ichiban” Ohare in the corner COACH Yeah but they’re all with the palm of the hand, it’s not the knuckles so it’s technically legal. Ohara tries to fight back but ends up having his face driven into one of Wolfenstein’s knees as the big man grabs Ohara around the neck with both hands and then pulls down as he drives a knee upwards at the same time. A second knee knocks Ohara back in the corner where he falls down on his ass. COLE What impact! COACH Are you sure this guy is a rookie? He fights like an experienced fighter COLE I’m pretty sure of it Cole, he turned pro about 6 months ago in Japan, he’s never wrestled professionally before that from what I’ve been told. Wolfenstein backs off when the ref instructs him to give Ohara a bit of space and just stands there in his corner, hands down, fists clenched as he waits. Once Ohara is back on his feet and the referee moves out of the way the Lone Wolf rushes the Japanese star once more but this time Ichiban Ohara is prepared for him and moves out of the way. Ohara makes Wolfenstein pay for his mistake by planting his knee in the back of the big rookie. Then he kicks Wolfenstein in the back of the knee to drive the big man down onto his knees. COACH This Ohara fellar knows how to hurt you! I’m liking this Ohara pulls Wolfenstein’s head back, then drops a stiff overhead elbow to the Dayton native’s forehead. Since the first one seemed to work so well Ohara nails WOlfenstein once more knocking his bigger opponent all the way to the mat. Ohara backs off a bit while tapping his knee, but since we’re not hope in Japan very few people in the arena know that Ohara is signaling for the Shinning Wizard to finish off the rookie. COLE Already? COACH Maybe he figures he can take the rookie by surprise Cole, he could be right. When Ohara goes for the Shinning Wizard Wolfenstein takes a half step forward to catch his opponent before he can connect with the knee. The Lone Wolf wraps his large arms around Ohara and then takes him off his feet sending him flying over his head in a beautiful belly to belly overhead suplex. James leaps back to his feet before Ohara even stops bouncing and quickly follows the belly to belly suplex with a Full Nelson slam that drives the breath from Ichiban Ohara’s body. COACH This guy is a regular suplex machine! COLE Careful now we don’t want to be sued here Wolfenstein pulls himself up on the middle rope and then leaps off driving a diving knee into Ohara’s sternum. James Wolfenstein doesn’t waste a single moment or a single motion as he hooks Ohara with a front face lock, then hooks Ohara’s leg raising him up in the air in the Muscle Buster position. *WHAM!!* COACH Man he must have snapped his spine in half!! After the Muscle Buster Wolfenstein quickly turns around, hooks the leg and puts all his weight on top of “Ichiban” Ohara ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! *DING*DING* MICHAEL COLE The winner of the match – JAMES WOLFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENSTEIN!! After allowing the referee to hold his hand in the air for a couple of seconds James pulls his arm free and then exits the ring, heading to the back without even acknowledging the smattering of cheers he’s hearing. COACH Wolfenstein once again made short work of his opponent tonight. COLE I’m sure that’ll change once he starts fighting some of the more talented OAOAST wrestlers. COACH Other than a bit of rookie inexperience he’s looked very strong so far, I haven’t seen any kinks in his armor yet. Voting for the 2006 Angle Awards begins THIS MONDAY! ”So many times, it happens too fast You change your passion for glory Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must fight just to keep them alive” MICHAEL BUFFER At a combined weight of 400 pounds even, recently arrived from Monterey Mexico!! There are Los Tigres Del Ring: Space Tigre and Tigre METAAAAAAAAAAAAALICO!! COLE If you’ve just joined us then we’re set for a three way tag-team match here on HeldDOWN COACH It’s a very international match with two Latino teams and a team from Japan. COLE Unfortunately the Red & White Express weren’t able to make it tonight, it seems that their visas have expired and they had to leave the country over the weekend. COACH That’s why I always use Am-Ex Cole… ”It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger” The two brightly clad “tigers” from Monterey leap over the top rope into the ring and then quickly remove their vests as they wait for the other teams to join them in the ring. ”SUP-SUP-SUPERNOVA!!... AND THAT SPACE PHAE-ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GUY!! Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, da-da-da Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, da-da-da” The Space Cadets seems to have struck a cord with the American crowd, both with their high flying skills, their colorful outfits and of course because they’re taking the fight TO Ramone Gutierrez and his little slimey crony MICHAEL BUFFER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND their opponents from an unknown sector in Outer Space weighing in at a combined weight of 344 pounds – the Enforcer and … that other guy, here are SUPERNOVA AND THE SPACEEEEEEEEEEEE PHAERO!! ”Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, da-da-da Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, da-da-da SPACE CADETAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHS!!” COACH See even Buffer knows that the Space Phaero is the fall guy for this team. COLE What a bunch of bull Coach and you know it! Supernova and the Space Phaero step through the curtains, then strike a quick pose at the top of the ramp as a mysterious wind kicks in and makes their capes flap in the wind. ”Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, da-da-da Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, da-da-da FIGHTING FOR GOOD, FIGHTING FOR JUST…….IIIIIIIIIIICE!!!” The two high five each other and then rush to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope before coming face to face with the Tigres Del Ring. After looking at each other for a moment the Space Cadets offer their opponents a hand which is quickly taken by the Mexican imports. COACH Gag me COLE What’s wrong with sportsmanship? COACH You won’t see Los Vatos Locos shaking hands now will you? They don’t need it, respect is something you beat into someone else Cole! MICHAEL BUFFER And introducing team number three!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! ”As he came into the window Was a sound of a crescendo He came into her apartment He left the bloodstains on the carpet” MICHAEL BUFFER At a combined weight of 375 pounds the (reads from the cue card he’s been given) “Perfect combination of speed and talent the like of which has never been seen in the OAOAST” COLE That’s debatable MICHAEL BUFFER I give you El Esperito, Ramon Juan Hey-Sus Gutierrez. They are LOS VATOS LOOOOOOOCOS!! ”She was sitting at the table He could see she was unable So she ran into the bedroom She was struck down It was her doom” El Esperito is the first to pop through the curtains, strutting out like he’s the king of the world, shaking his head to the beat of the song while encouraging the fans to get up and cheer for them. COACH Alright Vatos Locos!! COLE I see you’ve decided to be subtly biased tonight Coach COACH I’m telling you Cole these guys are awesome, remind me a bit of myself when I was younger COLE No morals and in need of medical treatment? COACH Yea… wait, WHAT?? ”Annie, are you OK You OK Are you OK, Annie You've been hit by… You've been struck by…” When the song hits that line Esperito does the old “Outsider’s point” towards the curtains ”A smooth criminal” As Ramone Gutierrez steps through with a confident grin on his face. The two exchange a few words, bump knuckles and then head to the ring in a leisurely tempo causing both Supernova and the Space Phaero to loose their cool and start complaining to the referee. COACH Oh keep your shirt on! COLE The Space Cadets want nothing more than to get their hands on these two on the floor, after what they’ve done to Venom and all. Ramone reaches into his pants pocket and then pulls out one of his beloved trophies, the horn he tore off Venom’s mask a while back. If Ramone’s intentions was to taunt the Space Cadets and piss them off he’s definitely succeeded – but he probably didn’t mean to piss them off to the point where they push the referee aside, race across the ring and SOMMERSAULT LEAP OVER THE TOP ROPE!! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! Supernova takes Ramone down by throwing his entire body against him drawing a sizeable pop from the crowd. Supernova even manages to roll with it and land on his feet as Ramone is knocked backwards into the guardrail in a heap. Supernova takes a second to high five some of the excited fans at ringside until *CRACK!!* COLE What the? COACH What just happened?? Supernova crumples to the ground as he’s struck in the face with a metal folding chair, it would seem that one of the fans in the crowd attacked him. COLE Did a fan just… no way! When the cameras focus on the crowd they see a large 6’7’’ maybe 6’8’’ guy in a Hawaiian shirt in the front row with a steel chair in his hand. The supposed fan steps over the barricade and then helps Ramone get back to his feet. COACH I know we’ve got a lot of excitement and we encourage fans to get into it but this, this is crossing the line! The Space Phaero is stunned by the sudden shift of event but still has enough presence of mind to keep an eye on both Locos and the big man that showed up. Unfortunately for both of the Tigres del Ring they are not so lucky – they came here looking for a match, didn’t expect to be involved in a mugging after all. Neither of the Mexicans react fast enough to avoid the handful of powder that El Experito hurls at them. COLE He just blinded Los Tigres!! COACH Oh I’m sure it’s just temporarily don’t be a wet blanket! Ramone and their mysterious partner both climb up on the ropes, each holding a steel chair looking to do some serious damage to the Space Phaero. The lone Space Cadet shakes his head as he backs into a corner trying to get away from Los Vatos Locos. COLE These bastards struck again! Gutierrez OBVIOUSLY arranged this whole thing, this is the attack on Venom all over again. Just as it looks at it’s bleakest for the Space Phaero a figure comes running in from the back and slides under the bottom rope YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! COLE KENJI KAWADA!! Kawada is still in his street clothes and he’s brandishing a set of nun chucks that he’s twirling through the air as he steps between the Space Phaero and the three attackers. El Esperito tries to make a move towards Kenji but ends up taking the point of the nun chucks in the mid-section and then a Yakuza kick to the face. COLE Kawada has come out to stop Los Vatos Locos!! Look at him move Coach! Kawada handles the nun chucks like an expert using them to knock the chair out of the big man’s hand to keep them all at bay. After a short standoff the OAOAST road agents and backstage crew finally make their appearance as they separate the two warring factions. COACH Kawada is a sore lose, he had no business out here COLE No business? They were about to attack the Space Phaero Coach!! Ramone is livid as the officials try to force the three men back towards the locker room, pushing people around as he tries to force his way back to the ring. El Esperito pushes Michael Buffer out of his chair and snatches his microphone EL ESPERITO WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING PERDEDOR!! YOU WANT SOME OF US?? Kawada just nods in response. EL ESPERITO You and me burro-breath! Next week, no rules! No Limits! You bring your chop sticks Esse and I’ll show them up your *BEEP* Kawada nods again, silently accepting the challenge as he keeps his eyes on the three men on the floor. COLE Whoa! Did you hear that Coach? Next week – no rules COACH I like it! Once Kawada is sure that the officials have removed all three Vatos Locos he turns and checks on the Space Phaero and Supernova. The HI-YAH superstar offers Supernova his hand and then helps the youngster from the rival HI-GATE to his feet. The camera cuts to The Lightning Crew dressing room where "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican is just entering and closing the door. The crowd boos. Stephen Joseph Popick and The Lightning Crew are waiting for him. PRL is already in his wrestling gear and carrying his HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt over his left shoulder. Popick is wearing a black Lightning Crew T-shirt, a leather jacket, black dress pants, and black dress shoes. He is also wearing a crucifix around his neck and his regular eyeglasses. He has his HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt strapped around his waist. PRL’s spray-painted briefcase sits on a table next to them. "THE CORPORATE CHAMPION" THA PUERTO RICAN Okay, so me and Popick had a talk last week, and any tension that may have started because of what I did to him last week has been put to the wayside. STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK Yeah. We went to therapy, visited a yoga center, went to a Buddhist temple. Our minds have been cleared. We are free of anger and stress and are ready to continue our reign as HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions. PRL Yeah. Tonight is a big night for us. Those punk bitches want their belts back after we 'stole' them at November Reign! HA! We didn’t steal nothin’. But D*LUX is hungry tonight, so we gotta be double tough and prepared to strike. Popick, are you ready? POPICK I’m right by your side, bro. To the bitter end. PR Excellent. So, Lightning Crew, guys, we are SO ready to layeth the smacketh down on D*LUX’s collective candy asses tonight! This IS going to be a HeldDOWN~! to remember! And that’s the truth, Ruth! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! The crowd boos loudly. The Lightning Crew just look at PRL. PRL and Popick’s smiles fade. THA PUERTO RICAN Guys...what’s wrong? The Lightning Crew all look at each other. VITAMIN X P.R., we were just wondering... CUBAN WALL We know you said you haven’t changed. THOMAS RODRIGUEZ But, we were thinking...maybe you should. PRL Wait. What? Guys, listen, that whole thing with D*LUX. Everything I said. That was part of the plan. That was all part of the hoax! Come on, I told you this a billion times, a kajillion times for Mr. Boricua! We were all playing a joke on them. I didn’t mean everything I said! CUBAN WALL What do you mean 'EVERYTHING'? Did you mean SOME of the things you said? PRL (slightly stuttering) N--No--no. No! NO! I meant EVERYTHING I said about you WAS A LIE! R--r--right, Popick? Right? POPICK Ooh, yeah. He’s right! Ed loves you guys. PUERTO RICAN Yeah. I was just lying! That’s all. CUBAN WALL Well, how about you give me and Vitamin X a shot at your Tag Team Titles? We haven’t wrestled as a team since May! PRL First off, the correct way to say that sentence is ’Vitamin X and I’. And second of all, your title shot will come, in due time. But not now. Not now. Me and Popick have to take care of D*LUX first, tonight! THEN, we’ll see about Brains & Brawn getting a shot at the gold. VITAMIN X Why do we have to wait!? PRL Why? Uh...why? Because...because...because I said so! That’s why! The Lightning Crew (except Lindsay) look at each other. CUBAN WALL Something’s not right about this. Are you just B.S.ing us? PRL No! No! No! No! No! No! No! Not at all! Not...not at all. Cuban Wall just stares at PRL. He ain’t buying it. PRL gulps nervously. Cuban Wall looks at his Lightning Crew cohorts...and all four of them stand up, and start stalking towards Tha Puerto Rican. The crowd cheers. PRL backs up nervously. THA PUERTO RICAN Now wait! Now wait! Please...please guys. You’ll get your shot. You’ll get your shots! Please! Don’t do this! CUBAN WALL Stop with the lying PRL! VX Yeah! THOMAS Yeah! MR. BORICUA GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! The Lightning Crew surround PRL. PRL is sweating bullets. Popick has no idea what to do, and neither does Lindsay. THA PUERTO RICAN Wait, wait, wait. Wait a second! Wait! Hold on a minute here! Just hold up! Wait...what if I gave you guys some benefits? The LC back off when they hear this. They all look at each other. WALL Benefits? PRL Y--yeah. What if...what if I gave you guys...a bonus? No...wait. How about...a raise? Yeah. That’s it! Each member of The Lightning Crew gets a $1,000 plus raise in their OAOAST contracts! And just because I’m a caring person, I WILL NOT be receiving a raise with you guys! And not only that, but the $1,000 will come straight from Popick’s own contract! Stephen Joseph Popick does a double take when he hears this. POPICK Wait. WHAT!? PRL Do you like that? The Lightning Crew all look at each other. They don’t look really impressed with that. PRL starts to worry, as he senses that he’s about to lose them for good. THA PUERTO RICAN Okay. Okay...what about a $10,000 raise? Yeah, each member of The Lightning Crew gets a $10,000 raise in their contracts? And the $10,000 will come from Popick’s own contract. How does that sound? The LC continue looking at PRL. They don’t look like they’re happy about a $10,000 raise either. Popick can’t believe what he’s hearing. PRL gets serious and looks right at them. POPICK You’re kidding, right? RIGHT!? PLEASE TELL ME THAT YOU’RE KIDDING!?!?!? PRL Okay. So, how about this: each...and every...member...of The Lightning Crew...excluding myself...will get...a 50 THOUSAND DOLLAR raise...on their OAOAST contracts? That’s right. Each member of The Lightning Crew will get paid 50...thousand...dollars...more every month. $50,000 out of Popick’s own contract. Now, how’s THAT sound? The look on Stephen Joseph Popick’s face can be best expressed through this picture: POPICK CUBAN WALL Hmmm...that...that...that sounds pretty damn good, boss. THA PUERTO RICAN (under his breath) Oh thank God. Popick is still stunned. THA PUERTO RICAN So, we cool, G? PR sticks his right hand out. Cuban Wall looks at it, thinks for a moment... WALL Yeah. We’re cool. And shakes Puerto’s hand! PRL Phew. Glad to see we’re still in business, chief. CUBAN WALL Same to you, P.R. POPICK P.R., can we talk about you giving The Lightning Crew each 50 THOUSAND DOLLARS OF MY OWN MONEY EACH MONTH!?!?!? PRL Relax, Popick. Any money that is taken away from you, Vitamin X will pay you back. Right, X? VITAMIN X No sweat, P.R. $50,000 a month is chump change for me. POPICK Well that’s cool...I guess. PRL Yeah. Each member of The LC gets $50,000 a month. And not only that, but you’ll also get health insurance, a full dental plan for 2 years, and the first six months of AA on me, for free! Is that good with you guys? THE LIGHTNING CREW (in unison) YEEEEAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! PRL All right then! Now, go get ready, because we’ve got an important match to win tonight! Good luck! And I’ll see you later! The Lightning Crew all gab about, promising victory and such and such. Stephen Joseph Popick opens the door, allowing Cuban Wall, Mr. Boricua, Thomas Rodriguez, and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez to leave, with Popick following them. PR is about to leave too, when-- VX P.R., can I talk to you for a second? PR What? Uh...sure. Sure. Sure. PRL closes the door. He heads over to the beige leather couch where Vitamin X is already sitting. Puerto grabs himself an apple from the fruit basket. VX Now, you saw what happened between me and Stacey Robertson last week. PRL (while peeling the skin off of the apple) Yeah, that was great! Way to distract Colombian Heat, X! VX Thanks. But P.R. I wasn’t doing that just to distract Colombian Heat. You see, P.R....I want Stacey Robertson. PRL takes a bite of his apple. PRL You want her to be your maid? X, that’s a great idea! I approve. PRL goes back to chewing. VITAMIN X No. I don’t want her to be my maid. I want *HER*. I want to be WITH HER. I want to have a relationship with her. I want to be Stacey Robertson’s boyfriend! PRL (with his mouth full of apple) But X, why Stacey? I mean, ewwwww. No offense, but that girl is BUTTTTT ugly! I don’t like her. VX Well I do. There’s plenty of things to like about her. I mean, she’s got that fiery red hair. And man, do I love me some redheads! She smells like strawberries. She’s got those perfect eyes. Not too big, not too small. Almost Asian in shape, but not. She’s got a cute little nose, and a wonderful smile. I love it when she flashes her pearly whites. She’s also got one magnificent body too. I mean, cot damn! Her breasts are ehhhh, but I’ve got money, so I could have her get surgery if she wants. On the brightside, she’s got a cute little booty. I mean, for a white girl, she’s got a fine ass! PRL Hmmm. Nope. Don’t see it. Vitamin X rolls his eyes. X Look. You gotta help me. I want Stacey, but Colombian Heat is with her. And...I’m almost afraid to confront him again. I mean, remember AngleMania V? PRL Yeah. I do. Not a good night for The Lightning Crew. VX So you see, if I want to get with Stacey, I’m gonna need YOUR help. So P.R., boss, I ask of you...no...I BEG of you. Can you please...PLEASE help me win Stacey’s heart and get her to be with me? PRL takes another bite of his apple and then thinks this question over while chewing. PRL Hmmmm. Hmmmm. Hmmmm. Hmmmm. PRL swallows (nasty image, I know). PRL Well, personally X, I think you should just drop Stacey and move on to someone else. You’re a good looking guy. AND you’re RICH! I’m sure you can get a hundred more women who look a thousand times hotter than Stacey! But...since you are a member of The Lightning Crew, and you have been loyal to me for close to four years...I’m going to give you the help you need. If you want to take Stephanie or Stacey or whatever her name is from Colombian HACK, then X, I’ll lend you a hand! Because that’s what friends are for! VX Really. Thanks P.R.! Thank you so much! You really are a pal! I’d kiss you, but...you know...that wouldn’t look right...not that there’s anything wrong with that. PRL I know. I know. Vitamin X high fives PRL. He adjusts his black dress shirt with white pinstripes and then looks at his $500 Rolex watch. VX Oh, your match is starting soon! I better get out of here, so that you can get your mind focused to defend your title! See you, P! PRL Later X. Vitamin X opens the door and leaves The Lightning Crew dressing room. The crowd boos. A small "P.R. SUCKS!" chant breaks out. PRL takes another bite out of his apple. PRL Yep, all in a day’s work for the most electrifying man in professional wrestling. God, I love being me! "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican continues eating his apple with a relaxed expression on his face. His HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt rests on his lap. PRL bobs his head to a beat that’s only heard in his head. The crowd boos some more as we go to a commercial break. 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KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 15, 2006 Jingle Bells plays over the arena, as OAOAST ring attendants dressed as elves bring out various "presents", followed by a seven-foot high cactus wrapped in barbed wire, little christmas lights covering each barb. An attendant climbs a ladder, also wrapped in similar barbed wire, and places a star on top of the tree. The star is comprised of steel spikes, as you would see on the Road Warriors' shoulder pads. COACH Aah, the holiday season! COLE Absolutely, it's that time of year, time for our Christmas Deathmatch! Alfdogg defending his Canadian title against the hometown boy, Thunderkid! Let's go to Michael Buffer! *DING DING DING* (done all slow and dramatic-like) BUFFER LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLadies and gentlemen, the following is a match for the OAOAST Canadian championship! Tonight, two former associates will go to war, perhaps their final war, right here in GREEN BAY, WISCONSIN! *crowd cheers* BUFFER Right here, for the first time in wrestling history, the OAOAST presents, on network television, a CHRISTMAS DEATHMATCH! ARE YOU READY? *crowd cheers* BUFFER Green Bay, Wisconsin, ARRRRRRRRRRRRE YYYYYYYYYYOU RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREADY??? *crowd cheers louder* BUFFER Then for the thousands in attendance here tonight, and the millions watching around the world...there's only one thing left to say. Ladies and gentleman...LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLET'S GET RRRRRRRRRREADY TO RRRRRUMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! *crowd cheers, then God of Thunder hits, and they EXPLODE, as TK walks through the curtains.* BUFFER Coming down the aisle...he weighs in at 250 pounds, and hails from right here in GREEN BAY, WISCONSIN... *crowd cheers* BUFFER ...introducing the challenger...THUNDERKID! TK slides into the ring and poses on the buckles in every corner. He then stands mid-ring with his hands on his knees, as Magnum Opus hits, and the crowd showers Alf with boos on his way out. BUFFER His opponent...weighing in at 240 pounds, he is the REIGNING and DEFENDING OAOAST Canadian champion...ALFDOGG!!!!! Alf slides into the ring and poses on the buckles with his belt, drawing boos. He then hands the belt to the referee, who raises it in the air, then calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* Alf and TK face off in mid-ring, talking trash to one another as camera bulbs go off around them. Suddenly, Alf strikes! COLE Here we go! Alf gets in a few shots, then he and TK start trading punches! TK gets the better of the exchange, backing Alf into a corner, and climbing to the second rope, then hammering away as the crowd counts along! 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! 4!!! 5!!! 6!!! Alf brings TK out of the corner and tries an inverted atomic drop, but TK avoids the impact, then floors Alf with a clothesline! TK's home crowd cheers him on! COLE And TK on a roll here in this championship match! Alf ducks out of the ring, but TK meets him with a PLANCHA~! TK delivers right hands on the floor, then drags him over and rams his face into the ring steps! COLE And Alf's face meets the steel steps! COACH And it's been all TK here early on, Alf better get it going! TK sets up Alf, but Alf reverses an Irish whip, and sends TK into another set of ring steps! COACH There we go! Alf sets up TK on the floor, and delivers a vertical suplex! He then reaches underneath the ring. COACH What could Alf be going after here, Cole? COLE Who knows. Alf comes out with a strand of Christmas lights, and wraps them around TK's throat! COLE And Alf trying to choke out TK with those Christmas lights! COACH Like I said, I love the holiday season! Alf then throws TK back into the ring, and grabs a long, skinny present. He smacks it lightly against the ropes, then brings it down with a CRACK across the back of TK! COLE And Alf making good use of the "presents" already here, Coach! Alf unwraps the present, which was obviously a kendo stick, and delivers two more shots to the back, then lets TK get to his feet. Alf then delivers a shot to the gut, and another one to the back! Alf then raises his arms in the air, which draws boos from the crowd. Alf covers... 1... 2... Kickout! Alf picks up TK and sends him into the corner, then charges with the stick, but TK lifts a foot into the face! TK then grabs the stick from Alf, and sends him to the mat with a shot right between the eyes! COLE WOW, right in the face! TK then sets up the cactus in the corner, then sets up Alf for a slingshot! COACH Oh, no! TK sends Alf right into the cactus with a slingshot! He then pulls Alf off of the cactus and delivers a back suplex, before going to the outside and grabbing the ladder which was used to put the star atop the cactus. COLE And TK with that ladder now! TK pulls the cactus out of the corner, then sets the ladder there, and starts climbing. When he gets to the top, he reaches his right foot out and places it on the cactus, then rides it down like a surfboard on top of Alf! COLE And Alf tastes the cactus again! TK covers... 1... 2... Kickout! TK then slides to the outside and sets up a table on the floor. He then slides in and picks Alf up, setting him up in a powerbomb! TK lifts him, and drives him into the mat! He then lifts him up once more, and carries him towards the ropes! COACH Oh no, not through the table! However, Alf is able to block, and counter into a hurricanrana, taking TK right over the top and down through the table! COLE But it's Alf with a terrific counter, and TK on the floor after going through that table! Alf lays on the apron for a few seconds, then grabs TK and drags him down the entranceway. COLE And now Alf taking TK backstage! Alf gets through the curtains, and rams TK gut-first into a table! He then spots Jumbo backstage, who is dressed as Santa. The crowd laughs. COACH What the hell is he doing back there? Alf grabs a large sack of candy canes from Jumbo. JUMBO Hey, I was eatin' those! Alf walks over to TK with the sack, and slams it across his back! Alf then finds a steel chair, and measures TK. When TK turns around, still on his knees, Alf brings the chair down onto his head...but it comes back up and cracks Alf! The camera then zooms in on TK, who is wearing a cheese head! This gets a big pop from the crowd. COLE How about that counter? TK picks up Alf and drags him across the backstage area, throwing him through a door, which leads outside! TK follows and he and Alf battle it out in the cold, Wisconsin air! COACH Can you imagine how cold those two must be right now? COLE This has been a non-stop fight for the Canadian title here on HeldDOWN~! TK gets the better of the brief outdoor slugfest, then drags Alf back inside, and all the way back down to the ring. COLE And back out in the ring, where Alf is now busted open, probably from that chair to the face! TK tosses Alf back into the ring, and grabs another present, this one round-shaped! COACH Look at that! TK got the world's largest donut for Christmas! TK unwraps the present, to reveal a wreath made entirely of barbed wire! COACH (concerned) ...well, I was wrong! COLE If you are right, I don't think Alf's gonna like the taste of this one! TK rolls back into the ring, where Alf has now found a present, unwrapping it to reveal a STOP sign! Alf pulls himself to his feet as TK stalks him, and tosses the sign at him, distracting him long enough to deliver a SUPERKICK~!, which sends the wreath back into the face of TK! COACH Oh my goodness! COLE And now it's TK who's been lacerated! Alf slowly gets to his feet, and tips the cactus over onto TK! COLE And what's Alf going for now? Alf grabs the stop sign, and ascends the top rope. COACH This can't end good for TK! Alf leaps off the top, and SPLASHES THE CACTUS, with TK underneath! COLE TK SMASHED underneath the cactus! Cover... 1... 2... NO! TK gets a shoulder up! COLE But still hanging in there! Alf grabs yet another present, which contains a baseball bat bag. Alf pulls out a bat, which just happens to be wrapped in barbed wire! COLE And the hits just keep on coming! COACH Well, this is where the Brewers play, so, maybe not. Alf waits for TK to pull himself up, then charges, but takes the wreath to the midsection! TK then backs into the ropes, slides on the mat, and decks Alf in the face with the wreath! COLE And Alf takes a shot with that wreath right to the face! TK staggers around the ring briefly, then drops to his knees and digs the wreath into the face of Alf! COLE And now TK just further opening that wound on the forehead of Alf! TK releases, and Alf immediately scrambles out of the ring. TK follows, as Alf makes his way backstage once again. The camera follows TK, getting lost in the curtain, then when the view is restored, the view is Ken Pantera hammering away on TK! COLE Oh, come on! What's Pantera doing there? Pantera then holds TK in a front facelock, as Felix Strutter appears, holding a massive candy cane, breaking it across the back of TK! COLE And TK reeling after that sneak attack by Team Canada! Alf sits in Santa's chair nearby, catching his wind, then gets to his feet and drags TK over to a large tank, about 10 feet high off the ground, containing Christmas tree balls. Alf climbs the ladder on the side of the tank, dragging TK up behind him. COACH Oh no, I shudder to think what could happen here! Once he has TK all the way up on the platform, about 6 feet above the tank, the two begin to trade blows. TK starts to get the better of the exchange, but Alf ducks a big right hand, and lifts TK in a back suplex, with both men FALLING INTO THE TANK OF CHRISTMAS TREE BALLS~! COLE OH MY GOD, both men into the tank! Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! Both men lay around in the tank for about 30 seconds, before Alf starts to stir a little bit. He climbs out of the tank, and removes his shirt, shaking all the debris off of it, before putting it back on. He then grabs TK and pulls him down to the floor as he is inching his way down the ladder, and rams his face into the side of the tank. Pantera backs a golf cart onto the scene, and Alf drapes TK over the seat, then sits on the back, as Pantera drives them to the ring. COLE And now Alf and TK back on their way to the ring, courtesy of Ken Pantera! Alf grabs TK off the cart and rolls him back into the ring, then high-fives Pantera before he drives off. Alf then rolls back into the ring himself. Alf sets up the ladder in front of TK, then places TK's arms over his chest, much like the Undertaker would do. He places the wreath on his chest, and starts climbing the ladder. COACH And now Alf will finish TK off! Alf gets to the top of the ladder, gets his balance, and DROPS A LEG on TK! COACH That's it! Cover... 1... 2... NO!!! TK gets a shoulder up! COLE BUT NO! TK refusing to quit! Alf lays back on the mat, as the crowd starts to cheer, and encourage TK. COLE Outstanding fight between both competitors! COACH You almost hate to see a loser in a match like this, Cole! Alf picks up TK and lays him against the cactus, in the corner. Alf backs up, and raises his hand in the air, drawing boos from the crowd, then charges TK, but TK moves out of the way, and Alf delivers a splash to the cactus! COLE And Alf once again into the cactus! TK grabs the ladder, and dropkicks it into the back of Alf! TK then catches Alf, hooking him in a front facelock! He then lifts Alf into the air, and drives him with the THUNDERBOLT DDT~!!!!!11111 COLE HE HIT IT! 1... 2... NO!!! Alf gets a shoulder up! COACH How do you like that, Cole? Now it's Alf hanging in by the skin of his teeth! TK gets to his feet and looks down on Alf, rubbing his hand through his hair. He then sets the ladder back up, and climbs it, with his back to the cactus, bringing Alf up on the other side. TK sets up a suplex, but Alf blocks, and delivers right hands, then rams TK's face into the top of the ladder. Alf then climbs over to the other side of the ladder, sitting on TK's upper back and hooking his legs under TK's arms. COLE Oh my God... Alf flips down, BRINGING TK DOWN ON THE CACTUS~! COACH DAY-UM~! COLE And TK landing high and tight on his head and shoulders! Alf turns TK over on his back, then signals for the end. COACH NOW it's over! Alf scales the top rope, while TK reaches over, and grabs the spike star from the cactus! COLE But look at TK! Alf gets his balance, and leaps off for the FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 ...but TK catches Alf in the forehead with the spike! COACH OH NO! COLE Alf diving right into that spike! Alf rolls over onto his back, as TK slowly gets to his feet. TK then backs into the ropes, and jumps, driving the spike star into Alf's forehead one more time, then picks up Alf again, as the crowd gets to their feet again...and delivers the THUNDERBOLT DDT~!!!!!11111 COLE He got it again! Cover... 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* The crowd EXPLODES as TK rolls to his back. COLE HE GOT HIM! And we've got a NEW champion! BUFFER The winner of the match...and NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW OAOAST Canadian champion...THUNDERKID!!!!! COLE Two former friends turned enemies putting their bodies, their careers, their lives on the line here tonight for the gold, and in the end, Thunderkid has done it, he is the NEW OAOAST Canadian champion! The crowd is still going wild, as TK receives the belt from the referee, and raises it before slumping forward in the corner and hugging it to the side of his face. As Alf is helped from the ring, TK slowly rolls out and slaps hands with the ringside fans, then climbing over the barrier and celebrating with his hometown people. COLE An incredible scene here for Thunderkid, will it be the same scene later for the OAOAST when Zack Malibu clashes with Bruce Blank? It's Bruce's contract vs Zack's respect, coming up soon! After the break, we've got the HI-YAH Tag Team titles on the line! Stay right there! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 15, 2006 "Voodoo Child (Slight Return)" by Jimi Hendrix starts playing. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Oh! I hear that music. That must mean it’s time for the HI-YAH World Tag Team Title Match! As the drums kick in, the entrance doors slide open, and smoke billows out. Then after a few seconds, through the smoke come "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican, playing his HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt like a guitar, Stephen Joseph Popick, wearing his HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt around his waist, and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, presumably there to counter the presence of Jade Rodez. PRL laughs manically as he continues pretending he is a guitar hero, while Stephen Joseph just looks at the crowd with a smirk on his face. Popick holds his arms out in a crucified position, but his pyro doesn’t come out tonight. Lindsay carries PRL’s spray-painted briefcase with the Golden Contract inside. COLE Yeah, here come the Champions. COACH No, you gotta say, THE CHAMPS ARE HERE! COLE ...Nah. That only works with one person. COACH Yeah, you’re right. PRL stops playing air guitar and slings his title belt over his left shoulder. Puerto jaws with the fans, throwing threats their way. He then high fives Popick. Lindsay Gonzalez rubs their...belts and then directs them to the ring as "Voodoo Child (Slight Return)" continues playing. *Well, I stand up next to a mountain and I chop it down with the edge of my hand Well, I stand up next to a mountain chop it down with the edge of my hand Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island might even raise just a little sand 'Cause I'm a voodoo child Lord knows I'm a voodoo child* Tha Puerto Rican taunts a fan who tries to touch him, and then continues walking to the ring, a sneer on his face. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez, wearing a grey striped tanktop, bracelets, gold earrings, a gold necklace, a black skirt, and combat boots, walks in the middle, a smile on her face. Popick holds his head up high, not bothering to look at the fans and just looks straight at the ring, his right hand on his belt, and his left hand hanging in the air. COLE You know when PRL and Popick asked for a title shot, we thought they’d changed. We all saw the way they acted after World Without End. How the fans responded to them. We all thought that they had turned over a new leaf. But it was all a ploy! It was all a ploy to win the HI-YAH Tag Team Titles! They fooled us all to get some gold! But now D*LUX has a chance to avenge that lost by winning tonight. If D*LUX can win tonight, not only would they get some revenge, BUT, they would also avenge the fans who all believed PRL, who all thought he was different! They would win it for them! COACH Well keep on wishing. Keep on dreaming, Cole. Because it’s not going to happen. Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph Popick are ready for D*LUX, much to your chagrin. D*LUX may *think* they know PRL/Popick’s gameplan, but I’m sure The Corporate Champ and his manager have a few aces up their sleeves. This is going to be tougher than D*LUX thinks and you can quote me on that! COLE Well PRL and Popick might *think* they’re ready...but D*LUX will surprise them! These men were ROBBED out of their belts, and they’re looking for some payback tonight! PRL raises his HI-YAH Tag Team Championship belt over his head, and then climbs onto the ring apron. He sneers at the crowd. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez holds the ropes, and Tha Puerto Rican enters the ring. Popick climbs the ring steps and then climbs a turnbuckle, putting one foot on the top turnbuckle pad, and scans the crowd. SJP smirks. He jumps into the ring just as PRL spins around and does his HBK muscle pose while pyro goes off behind him. Popick and Lindsay applaud. COLE Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph Popick are the current HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions. But for how much longer? Could tonight see the end of their title reign? We are about to find out on this very special night, the second of our Triple Main Event! PRL takes his belt and his briefcase and heads to a second turnbuckle where he raises the belt and briefcase over his head. The crowd is booing loudly. Puerto Rican heads to another second turnbuckle and raises the belt and briefcase over his head again. PR hits a third second turnbuckle, slowly raises the briefcase and belt and "smells the electricity" a’la The Rock. PRL does the same Rock pose on the fourth second turnbuckle, receiving boos. Tha Puerto Rican gets off the turnbuckle and removes his sunglasses, earring, and HBK-like entrance attire as "Voodoo Child (Slight Return)" continues playing. COACH Look at those two. Confident as ever. And of course Lindsay is as hot as she always is! They’re getting ready for a SUCCESSFUL title defense tonight! COLE Don’t be too sure about that, Coach. D*LUX are hungry. They want what was taken from them, and they want them now! COACH Again. Keep dreaming. Not going to happen. Blah, blah, blah, you know the rest! Popick removes his shades and gives them to a ringside attendant. Popick, PR, and Lindsay chat things up, perhaps discussing strategy. P.R. kisses his HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt and hands it over to referee Nick Patrick. Popick also kisses his belt and also hands it over to referee Nick Patrick. P.R. and SJP high five each other while "Voodoo Child (Slight Return)" by Jimi Hendrix dies down. COLE PR and Popick are having their first title defense tonight. Will it be their last? "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph Popick bounce off the ropes, getting ready for the match. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez just stands there and watches her men. The crowd buzzes in anticipation of D*LUX’s entrance. PR and Popick look to the entrance. "JUST ONE ON ONE THAT’S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT’S THE WAY WE DO IT! JUST ONE ON ONE THAT’S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT’S THE WAY WE DO IT!" "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The crowd roars its approval as "First To Believe" by A1 blasts over the P.A. system. The entrance doors slide open, and little miss Jade Rodez makes her way first, her eyes targeting Tha Puerto Rican and Popick. She’s not that happy today, by the way. She’s SERIOUS. "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant and "Showtime" Shayne Brave come out next, and they’re also in a serious mood, as proven by their angry expressions on their faces. Tyler stands on Jade’s left, Shayne on their right. They half-heatedly strike a pose, and then Jade points them to the ring, which they begin walking to, slapping *some* hands along the way. COLE The former Champions, and at one time, allies of Tha Puerto Rican and Popick! But allies no more. D*LUX have declared WAR on P.R. and Popick, and won’t rest until they get back their titles! COACH Oh I feel sorry for D*LUX. They’re in a war that they’ll never win. How do you suppose those two pretty boys will stop the tandem of PRL and Stephen Joseph? By singing to them? Maybe it’ll hurt their ears, but it WON’T give them the HI-YAH Tag Titles back! D*LUX continue their walk to the ring with Jade Rodez, looking right at PRL and Popick. COLE D*LUX won’t fall for PRL’s tricks this time. Last time they took it easy because they were worried about Puerto’s supposed ’broken’ arm, but there’s no lying tonight! D*LUX are going to come strong and hard and I believe they might just leave here tonight with the HI-YAH Tag Team Titles around their sexy waists! COACH Wait. What did you just say? COLE Oh...uh...nothing. Nothing! I didn’t say nothing! I like boobs. Yeah! Tyler and Shayne leap onto the ring apron. They each take a hand of Jade’s and pulled her up onto the ring apron with them. D*LUX hold the ropes, so that Jade Rodez can enter the ring. D*LUX follow her. The three of them throw out threats to PRL, Popick, and Lindsay, who just laugh them off. STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK Good luck, Backstreet Boys! HAHAHAHAHAHA! COLE The Champions sure are cocky, but the challengers are hungry, and that might spell bad news for Tha Puerto Rican and Popick! Popick pretends to ’put up his dukes’ like a cartoon character. This doesn’t make any member of D*LUX nor Jade laugh as "First To Believe" continues playing. COACH You’re right Cole. The first match wasn’t a fair fight. But now, we ARE going to see a fair fight, and it WILL be the same result. D*LUX are boys. PRL and Popick are men. And as you’ll clearly see, the men will beat the boys! Referee Nick Patrick tries to maintain the peace as Michael Buffer enters the ring. COLE P.R./Popick. D*LUX! The HI-YAH Tag Team Titles are on the line! It’s time for the much anticipated rematch between these two teams. The second of our Triple Main Event tonight on HeldDOWN~! Let’s go to the ring with Michael Buffer for our introductions. Michael Buffer stands in the center of the ring, with PRL, Popick, and Lindsay and D*LUX and Jade Rodez standing a few feet away from him. "First To Believe" by A1 dies down as the bell rings. *DING DING DING* BUFFER LLLLladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a one hour TV time limit, and is for the HI-YAH Tag Team Championship of the world! Sanctioned by the HI-YAH organization out of Japan. The referee when the bell sounds will be Nick Patrick. Introducing first, to my left. The challengers. Accompanied as always by their manager, Jade Rodez. Both men hailing from the great state of Michigan and weighing in at a total combined weight of 397 lbs. They are the former two-time HI-YAH Tag Team Champions of the wooooorrrrlllllld! "Showtime" Shayne Brave and "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant. They...are....DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD*LUUUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX! The crowd cheers uproariously for the team of D*LUX. D*LUX nod to the fans, but then turn their attention to PR/Popick. COACH BOOOOO! COLE Quiet, Coach! BUFFER And their opponents, to my right. (BOOOOOO!) Accompanied tonight by the 1st Lady of The Lightning Crew, Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez. Weighing in at a total combined weight of 445 lbs. (BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!) They are the reigning, and defending, undisputed HI-YAH Tag Team Champions of the woooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrlllllllllllllddddddddddd! STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK AND "The Corporate Champion" THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICCCCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! The crowd boos PR and Popick out of the building. P.R. politely waves to the fans while Popick jogs in place. Lindsay points to her men. COLE These fans used to cheer these guys! Now they’re getting a complete 180! COACH It’s amazing how fickle these fans are. Simply amazing. As Michael Buffer leaves the ring, Nick Patrick shows the HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belts to P.R. and Popick, who touch them, and then to D*LUX, who also touch them, and then look at P.R./Popick. Nick Patrick raises the belts over his head in order to let the crowd know that this is a title match, and then hands the belts over to a ringside attendant. COLE We are about moments away from the start of this match, a match D*LUX have waited for, but didn’t get until last week, when PRL was pinned by Tyler Bryant! COACH With Colombian Heat’s help. COLE Still he was pinned. And that gave them the title shot. COACH What a shoddy reason to give them a shot. COLE Shut up. Nick Patrick pats down P.R./Popick and then D*LUX. He then calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* "The Rematch!" HI-YAH WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP "THE CORPORATE CHAMPION" THA PUERTO RICAN & STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK (Champions with Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez) vs. D*LUX (Challengers with Jade Rodez) Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez gives a kiss to PR and a hug to Popick, and then leaves the ring. Jade Rodez high fives both members of D*LUX and then leaves the ring. The crowd is buzzing, excited for this match. COLE Here we go! The bell has rung! The match can begin! Who will hold the HI-YAH Tag Team Titles at the end of the night? COACH P-- COLE Save it, Coach! Stephen Joseph Popick agrees to start first for his team. "Showtime" Shayne Brave decides to start first for his team. After the usual high fives, Shayne and Popick circle each other. They lock up. Both men jockey for position. This takes them all the way to a neutral corner, where Nick Patrick forces them to break it up. Popick lets go...and then socks Shayne in the jaw! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Ow! What a cheapshot! COACH Only from the best. Only from the best. Shayne is pissed, so they lock up again. Once more they jockey for position. But neither man can get the advantage and once again they head to a neutral corner. Before Nick Patrick can break it up, Stephen Joseph lets go...and slaps Shayne right across his face! COLE Now come on now! That’s enough! COACH Popick’s just enjoying toying with the kid. I approve. Suddenly, Shayne starts firing with punches left and right! The crowd gets hotter with each punch, and Popick gets more and more dazed. COACH No! No! No! Popick, what are you letting him do to you!? Shayne turns around. Discuss punch! Popick falls to the mat! Shayne motions for SJ to bring it, but the former OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion begs off. COLE Is he begging off? COACH No! He’s just playing games with Shayne’s head. Popick continues begging off, but Brave decides to grab Stephen’s head, and gets scratched in the eyes as a result. COACH See? Stephen Joseph Popick uses the ropes to pull himself up. He punches the back of Shayne Brave, in between taunting him. SJP uses the CLUBBERIN’~! THEY BE CLUBBERIN’~! forearms on the back of Shayne’s neck. He then lifts Shayne up from behind. High angle neckbreaker! COACH Beautiful, BEAUTIFUL moves from Stephen Joseph Popick! Corporately executed! PRL applauds his tag team partner from the ring apron. SJP smiles evilly as he taunts Shayne Brave some more, and then picks him up. Popick places Shayne in a standing headscissors causing the crowd to boo loudly. Popick just laughs it off, taunting Shayne some more. COLE Lots of taunting from Popick! COACH He’s confident that he’s got this one in the bag early! Popick goes to grab Shayne...but Shayne comes to life, grabbing Popick’s legs out from under him! Brave then grabs Popick’s legs again and sets him up...for a catapult into a neutral corner! Popick’s head rests on the top turnbuckle pad, so Shayne grabs Popick by his blonde hair and starts slamming his head on top of the turnbuckle! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10! 11! 12! 13! 14! 15! 16! COACH STOP! STOP! STOP IT! 17! 18! 19! 20! Stephen Joseph Popick is now dazed and confused. He collapses to one knee. Luckily, he just so happens to be near his corner, so he makes the tag to Tha Puerto Rican. COLE The Corporate Champ is now in this match! PRL comes into the ring and starts attacking Shayne Brave with Rock-style punches to the temple. The punches stagger Shayne a little, but he still looks to be in the match. Punch. Punch! Punch!! NOW KISS THAT LEFT! Punch! Shayne goes down! COACH Yes! Yes! Get him! Get him! Get him! PRL goes to work on Shayne, kicking him with his shaky leg kicks. "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" P.R. tells the crowd to shut up. He then grabs Shayne Brave by his hair and picks him up. PRL applies a headlock on Brave. Puerto Rican cinches the hold tight. P.R. punches Brave in the forehead for good measure. But then Shayne fires back with a back suplex, breaking the headlock! "Showtime" Shayne Brave and "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican both lie on the mat for a few seconds, but then Shayne quickly crawls over to his corner (the match has only been a few minutes long you know) and makes the tag to "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Tyler immediately starts stomping on Tha Puerto Rican. Bryant picks Tha Puerto Rican up and whips him into the ropes. Samoan Drop! Tyler picks up PRL by his hair and takes him over to a neutral corner. *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Tyler whips PRL into the opposite neutral corner. PRL hits the turnbuckle back first HARD! He then stumbles out from there...right into a BAAAAAAACK Body Drop from Bryant! Tyler then runs over to PRL’s corner and knocks Popick out to the floor with one punch! TYLER BRYANT YEAH-UH! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE And Tyler Bryant is in control of Tha Puerto Rican! COACH And pigs have begun to fly. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez checks on Stephen Joseph Popick. Meanwhile, "Tremendous" Tyler picks Tha Puerto Rican up by his hair and takes him over to a neutral corner again. *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *CHOP!* *CHOP!* *CHOP!* *CHOP!* *CHOP!* *CHOP!* *CHOP!* "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE You just know that every second of everyday since November 27th, D*LUX have been thinking about what happened to them at November Reign! COACH They should just get over it. It’s been a few weeks. Let it go. COLE Coach, they were screwed out of their titles at November Reign. That’s something that’s hard to forget. COACH Well they should. It’s not healthy to keep living in the past. Tyler makes the tag to Shayne. Bryant takes PRL off the turnbuckle and places him in the middle of the ring. Tyler looks at Shayne. OPPOSITES ATTRACT! COLE Opposites Attract! That inverted atomic drop/Yakuza Kick combo has just been given to Tha Puerto Rican! COACH Hey no fair! That’s a double team move! They shouldn’t be doing this! Only one man is the legal man! Come on ref! Stop this! Shayne picks up PRL. He starts punching him in the face repeatedly "Showtime" Shayne grabs Puerto’s left arm and applies an arm-wringer on it, which he turns into a hammerlock. Shayne then punches the back of PRL’s neck and then bounces off the ropes, grabbing PRL and giving him a facecrusher! The crowd cheers. Shayne makes the tag to Tyler. Tyler grabs Tha Puerto Rican and picks him up. Phantom Neckbreaker! Tyler then hits Popick, knocking him off the ring apron again! COLE Oh! Not a good night for Popick! Not a good night at all! COACH Aah! Poor Popick! Lindsay Gonzalez goes to check on Popick again. While that happens, Tyler Bryant makes the tag back to Shayne Brave, who gets on the top rope, looks to the crowd, and then jumps off the top with a picture perfect elbow drop! COLE Beautiful move from one half of D*LUX! And here’s the first cover of the match! 1... 2... KICK OUT! "DEE-LUX!" "DEE-LUX!" "DEE-LUX!" "DEE-LUX!" Shayne is mad, but he carries on, picking PRL up, and commencing with the punching of the face. Brave grabs PRL’s right arm and whips him into the ropes--PRL reverses--and Shayne gets hit with a knee to the back by Popick! Shayne turns around to see SJP pleading innocence. But Shayne’s not falling for that (again). He takes a swipe at Popick, but the Most Hated Man In The OAOAST gets off the ring apron, claiming a minor victory. Shayne Brave turns around...right into a clothesline from Tha Puerto Rican that turns him inside out! COLE And oh MY! What a move from Tha Puerto Rican! COACH And Stephen Joseph Popick with the assist! PRL points to his head, letting the crowd know how smart he is, further irritating the crowd. COLE "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican now with the match in his hands! Will The Corporate Champ and his manager retain the HI-YAH World Tag Team Titles? We’ll find out right after this commercial break right here on HeldDOWN~! Tha Puerto Rican looks at the fallen "Showtime" Shayne Brave as we go to the commercial break. Commercials Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 15, 2006 Back to live action and as is traditional in professional wrestling, we return in the middle of a rear chinlock. Popick has tagged in during the break and is busy wearing Shayne down, while Tyler and Jade try to rally the crowd. COLE Welcome back to HeldDOWN~! and you rejoin us with the HI-YAH World Tag Team Title Rematch in progress. During the commercial break, the champions have continued to isolate Shayne Brave in their half of the ring and generally frustrate the challengers, as well as these partisan fans. COACH It's been a textbook display of tag team wrestling. It's just a same the people at home have missed out on the past couple of minutes. Fists clenched, Shayne starts to try and fight back to his feet. As he reaches one knee he jabs an elbow into the gut of Popick, who groans in pain. PRL yells at him to 'cinch it in', but another elbow finds the mark and Popick's grip is slipping which gives Tyler and Jade some hope across the ring. Hope which is extinguished, as Popick grabs two handfuls of Shayne's long blond hair and throws him to the canvas! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Popick quickly tags out to avoid the reprimands from referee Nick Patrick. In comes PRL with his shaky leg kicks, stomping and stomping and stomping some more as Lindsay slams her hands on the ring apron, encouraging The Corporate Champion on. Finally the stomps cease and PRL storms across the ring, SPITTING in the face of "Tremendous" Tyler and luring him into the ring! COLE That's disgusting! COACH Calm down Mikey. Athletes can't just stop mid-game and clear their throats like gentlemen. They have to get rid of the excess phlegm while they can. COLE In someone else's face!? COACH Tyler got in the way, that's all. Referee Patrick and Jade Rodez both have to restrain Tyler from getting involved. Especially as Popick sneaks back into the ring and joins PRL in a 2-on-1 beatdown in the corner! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Now we see exactly why PRL did what he did! The referee's distracted and now the double team, typical tactics of PRL and Popick! As the referee finally turns around PRL shoos Popick back to the apron, innocently making a cover on the beaten down Brave... 1... 2... KICKOUT! PRL goes to work with some shaky leg kicks on "Showtime" Shayne, as Popick extends his hand for the tag. He's told by his partner to wait a second though, as apparently The Corporate Champion is having too much fun to tag out just yet. PRL grabs Shayne by his head as he climbs back up and slams it into the top turnbuckle pad in a neutral corner. PRL hits Shayne with some European Uppercuts. Tha Puerto Rican then whips Brave into the opposite turnbuckle and follows him in with the Stinger Splash! THA PUERTO RICAN OOOWWWWWWW! COACH Oh yeah, PRL's feeling it now. He's even got time for impressions now. COLE As opposed to everything he's done since he woke up this morning? COACH Uncalled for! Winded, Shayne stumbles out of the corner and into a boot from PRL. On goes a front facelock and with a quick pop of the hips, gives him a vertical suplex. PRL rolls through, and drags Shayne to his feet... for another vertical suplex. PRL rolls through a second time and pops the hips again, but this time holds Shayne vertical in the air, letting the blood rush to his head. Just to show off, PRL then carefully removes the hand from the waistband of the jeans, holding Shayne up with one hand! COACH Look at the strength! COLE Patented PRL here. PR does the "You can’t see me!" hand gesture. He then walks over to the ropes, and drops Shayne’s stomach on the top rope, doing a slingshot suplex to complete the Corporate Trifecta!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The only applause comes from Popick and Lindsay, everyone else showing their disgust of PRL despite his impressive series of moves. PRL just sneers out at the fans and lounges against the ropes, showing just how lightly he's taking the former champions. "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" By the hair, of course, PRL brings Shayne back to his feet and mocks the crowd. Scoop and a slam plants "Showtime" in the centre of the ring and PRL points to the corner, telling the world that he's going up! The crowd jeer PRL as he steps out onto the apron, climbing the turnbuckles in his corner with Popick routing him on. Top rope, PRL "smells the electricity" in the arena as the applause from Popick and Lindsay is drowned out by the fans. COLE PRL's taking an awful long time here. COACH He can afford to, that's how good he is. COLE We'll see. Positioning himself on the top, PRL now judges the distance and points down at Shayne, telling Tyler and Jade that he's going to finish their partner off. Finally PRL then leaps off the top, pulling his legs behind him, then bringing them back in front as he lands... ...with the Kenny-esque Top Rope Legdrop, right to the throat of the motionless Shayne Brave!!! COACH Mad Cappa Crusher 2006: The Remix! What athleticism! COLE That was impressive no doubt. After a pause to soak up the moment, PRL finally rolls over onto Shayne with the lateral press and counts along with the referee... 1... 2... TYLER PULLS PRL OFF BY THE FOOT!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Come on referee, get him out of there! PRL's sentiments exactly, yelling the exact same thing at referee Nick Patrick as Tyler is sent back to the apron. In the meantime PRL lays in some more shaky leg kicks to Shayne. Tha Puerto Rican now drags Shayne off the canvas again, landing a big punch. Punch. Punch. Punch! Punch!! Shayne is rocking and reeling as PRL goes to spit on the left hand, but thinks differently, turning to the D*LUX corner... and BUSTING A MOVE, J. Timberlake style! COACH Oh yeah! PRL go'headbreakitdown! COLE What!? A quick 360 and a grab of the crotch by PRL doesn't impress Jade or Tyler what-so-ever, PRL giving them the 'up yours' gesture to show them exactly what he thinks of their boyband sensibility... *SMACK!* "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...AND GETS TURNED INSIDE OUT BY AN ENZIGURI!!! COLE PRL GOT CAUGHT! COACH NO! Lindsay and Popick freak out as the kick brings fresh hope in the D*LUX corner. Tyler starts to pound the top turnbuckle, yelling at Shayne to get across to make the tag. "ONE!" "TWO!" COLE Nick Patrick laying the count on now. "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" Despite the punishment he's taken Shayne tries to do just that, beginning the slow crawl to his corner. PRL shakes off the cobwebs and tries to do the same as the two men pass in the middle of the ring. Seeing signs of movement, Patrick halts the count, not wanting to end this important match on a cheap decision if he can help it. COLE It's a race to the tag now! Both men approaching their corner, but who will make the tag first! COACH PRL, it's got to be! COLE I don't know, that enziguri seemed to catch him good Coach. PRL glances up and sees Popick's hand out-stretched. And with a last lunge he reaches out and TAGS POPICK... ...AS TYLER TAGS IN ON THE OTHER SIDE!!!! JADE WHOOOOOOO! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE There's the tag! Popick in, Tyler in and here we go! Popick gets the jump on Tyler in getting into the ring. But Tyler is a step ahead once in the ring. A big right rocks Popick back. And another right connects. Right, right, right, right, Tyler rocking Popick with a flurry of stinging punches before leaping up and dropkicking Popick up underneath the jaw, sending him rolling back into the ropes! COLE And look at Tyler go! COACH Don't worry, here comes PR... BACKDROP TO PRL! COLE ...and there GOES PR! Still fueled by adrenaline, Tyler rushes at Popick against the ropes. Popick manages to duck his head and backdrops Tyler up over the top, but Tyler grabs the rope on the way over, pulling himself safely onto the ring apron. Grabbing the middle rope, Tyler then skids in underneath the bottom rope, through the legs of the bemused Stephen Joseph Popick for good measure. And as Popick pulls himself back up, Tyler clotheslines him up and over the top to the floor! COACH Disqualification! Disqualification! COLE No! Under HI-YAH Rules it would be, but we're going by OAOAST Rules tonight on the request of the Champions. COACH Oh. Disregard. Popick is left reeling on the floor as Tyler now grabs the top rope again. With the crowd behind him, Tyler then launches himself up and over the top, WIPING OUT POPICK WITH THE PESCADO!! "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" COLE The pescado! Or, for our Spanish viewers, the 'fish'. COACH What? Talk about your dumb movenames. Both Tyler and Popick lay hurt on the floor as back in the ring, the two illegal men in the match are left. PRL and Shayne Brave. Both men are dazed and it's Shayne who recovers himself first, charging at PRL. A duck of the head by PRL fools Shayne though and he runs into a Samoan Drop from The Corporate Champion! PRL sits up and applauds himself briefly before noticing where he is in the ring. Or, more importantly, where Shayne is. COACH Oh yes, please say this is what I think it is. Climbing to his feet, Tha Puerto Rican stares down at Brave... and kicks his arm over his chest. COACH YES! Sweet God yes! COLE Oh boy. PRL removes his right elbow pad, spits on it, and then throws it down onto "Showtime" Shayne's face. PRL then does some weird hand signals and bounces off the ropes. The crowd already know what's on the way and start the booing early, as PRL leaps over Shayne Brave, and then bounces off the opposite ropes... ...AND GETS KICKED IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD BY TYLER BRYANT!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE The IntenseZone Elbow is cut off! COACH D*LUX must have done their homework. COLE Probably wasn't a late night job. Caught unawares by the kick, PRL stumbles away from the ropes towards Shayne Brave. Sitting up, Brave sees PRL coming towards him and reaches up, cradling PRL into a Small Package... but Nick Patrick won't count the fall, as PRL isn't the legal man! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH Good call referee, about time too! Shayne and Tyler briefly complain to Nick Patrick about the lack of a count. But they see a rather woozy PRL coming towards them and have to get their heads back in the game, ducking a double clothesline and catching the arms, lifting PRL up and dropping him down with their Double Gutbuster, the COWELL MOVEMENT!! COLE I don't know about America, but one thing's for sure, D*LUX's Got Talent! COACH Ugh, that's terrible. Shayne quickly makes the cover. ONE! TWO! Popick kicks Shayne to break it up! He then kicks Shayne a few times for good measure! However, Tyler comes in and beats on Popick to the crowd’s delight! COACH Get him out of there, ref! He has no right to be there! Nick Patrick breaks up the slugfest before it can get any worst by separating Tyler and SJP. He then orders Bryant to go back to his corner. Popick takes advantage of the referee’s momentarily distraction by rushing over and clipping Shayne Brave’s right foot, taking him down to the mat! PRL quickly gets on top of Shayne for the cover. After a few seconds, Nick Patrick gets on his knees and makes the count. COLE The match could end right here! 1! 2! 3! NO! COLE And Shayne gets his shoulder up! COACH That was a slow count! COLE No it wasn’t. Come on Coach! The Corporate Champion knows that Shayne’s in a unenviable position right about now, so he drops a few fists right on the forehead of "Showtime" Shayne. He then bounces off the ropes, shakes his shoulders, dust his right shoulder off, and then drops yet another fist onto Shayne’s forehead! The Five Knuckle Shuffle! COACH You can’t see him! Puerto Rican taunts Shayne, and then makes the tag to Popick to more boos. Jade Rodez is now growing concern for her team, while Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez has an evil grin on her angelic-like face. The crowd boos as Stephen Joseph Popick starts stomping on Shayne’s right ankle. COLE Popick really targeting that right leg that he clipped earlier. SJP drops a knee onto the right ankle! He then drops another one. Shayne is groaning in pain, holding his ankle whenever he can, which is not long, as SJP grabs Brave’s right leg and pulls on it. He then does it again. And again! And again! SHAYNE BRAVE AAAAHHHH! OH GOD! OH GOD! "PO-PICK SUCKS!" "PO-PICK SUCKS!" "PO-PICK SUCKS!" "PO-PICK SUCKS!" Stephen Joseph stretches his arms out and motions for the crowd to continue with the booing. He then stomps on the ankle one more time. With a smirk on his face, Stephen Joseph picks "Showtime" Shayne up by his hair. Popick grabs Shayne by his left wrist and gives him an Irish whip...but Shayne falls to the mat midway through! COLE Oh! The work on that ankle has taken its toll on Shayne Brave! PRL and Lindsay applaud Popick. Popick runs toward Shayne, jumps up, and drops a knee right on his nose! He then goes for the cover. He gets two. Popick taunts Shayne and then picks him up, and then makes the tag to PRL. Shayne is having trouble standing up, something Tha Puerto Rican takes great delight in. Puerto lays the smackdown on Shayne Brave with Rock-style punches to the temple. He then switches to regular punches to the face. P.R. hoists Shayne up...and hits him with a Cradle DDT! COLE Esto Daño De La Cogida De La Voluntad! PRL sneers at Tyler Bryant and Jade Rodez. He then sits down on Shayne, using the D*LUX member as his couch. COLE Look at this arrogant cover from Tha Puerto Rican. COACH Hey, when you’re Tha Puerto Rican, you can be as arrogant as you want to be! Nick Patrick makes the count. 1... 2... Shayne Brave grabs PRL with his hands and rolls him up! 1.... 2... 2.99999999999999999999999999999 KICK OUT! COLE Whoa! Shayne almost pulled off the upset there! PRL gets up, shocked! He charges after Shayne...and gets his legs pulled out from right under him! Shayne goes for the cover, but PRL kicks out at 1. P.R. and Shayne get up at the same time. P.R. charges again, and gets punched in the face! Punch! Punch! Punch! Punch! Punch! The Corporate Champ is stunned! Shayne whips PRL into the ropes. He follows that with a flying clothesline! COLE Flying clothesline! Shayne Brave went off his feet even with a bad ankle on that one! Shayne crawls over to his corner. But is cut off by Popick! COACH Great save by Popick! Stephen stumps on Shayne’s back, and then returns to his corner. P.R.L. uses the ropes to get up, the fatigue now setting in. He stomps the back of Shayne’s head just because he can, and then slowly walks over to his corner and tags in Stephen Joseph. COLE PR and Popick showing some great tag team work here tonight, cutting off the ring and preventing Shayne from making the tag. COACH Yeah. They are HI-YAH Tag Team Champions for a reason, you know. COLE I won’t even start with you on that subject. Stephen Joseph picks up where he left off, stomping on Brave’s right ankle. SJP then grabs Brave’s right leg, and applies a half-crab on it! COLE Half-Boston Crab! The team of Popick and PRL really damaging that right ankle of Shayne Braves! Popick pulls back on the leg, screaming out for Shayne to quit. Shayne is in a great deal of pain, clawing at the mat and pulling at his hair. PRL has a kind of psychotic look on his face, the same look that Lindsay has on her face. Tyler Bryant and Jade Rodez look on as Nick Patrick checks to see if Shayne has given up. "SHAYNE!" "SHAYNE!" "SHAYNE!" "SHAYNE!" The member of D*LUX refuses to quit, fighting through the pain to crawl towards the ropes. COLE Tha Puerto Rican hoping that Stephen Joseph can get the win for his team! Popick sees that Shayne is moving towards the ropes, so he gives up doing the half-crab and then jumps up and drops an elbow on Shayne Brave’s back! Popick then grabs Shayne Brave by his right foot and then lifts him up in the air, before dropping him back down, directly on his right knee! Shayne clutches his ankle, wincing in pain. But Popick’s not done, as he continues stomping on the right ankle. COLE Stephen Joseph is just VICIOUS in his assault on Shayne Brave’s right ankle! SJP picks up Shayne Brave once again. Shayne is limping as Popick takes him over to a neutral corner. He sits Shayne on the top rope. He then grabs Shayne’s right foot and places it over the top rope and pulls on it. SJP punches Shayne, and then goes back to pulling on his right foot. He punches Shayne, then pulls on the foot, then punches him, then pulls on his foot, lather, rinse, repeat. But when Popick goes for a punch, it’s BLOCKED! Shayne punches Popick! He then punches him again! And again! And again! Popick is stunned! Brave puts both feet on the second turnbuckle. He grabs Popick in a front facelock. He then stands up on the top rope. Shayne looks at the crowd and at Tyler and Jade. Tornado DDT! COLE Tornado DDT! Shayne Brave managing to do the tornado DDT even with one bad ankle! COACH Oh come on Popick! Don’t let a one legged man beat you! Your Tag Titles are on the line for chrissakes! Both Popick and Shayne lie on the mat. The crowd has come alive once again, rooting D*LUX on. COLE Who’s going to make the tag first? Who? WHO!? Lindsay is SCREAMING for Popick to get up. Jade Rodez is slapping the mat again and again. Tyler frantically puts his hand out for the tag. SJP starts to sit up, while "Showtime" Shayne uses all the strength he’s got left to move a few inches to his corner. He starts crawling closer and closer to Tyler--PRL enters the ring and kicks him in the back of his head! COLE And there he goes again! PRL cutting the tag off, cutting Shayne off from his partner! The referee orders for Puerto Rican to get back to his corner, but Puerto’s not paying any attention to Nick Patrick. He instead drags "Showtime" Shayne by his long blonde locks over to the heel corner. COLE The Corporate Champion and The Most Hated Man In The OAOAST dissecting "Showtime" Shayne! COACH Brilliant. Brilliant tag team wrestling from these two! I am SO proud that these guys are the HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions! COLE The HI-YAH Tag Team Champions are indeed showing some of their great wrestling ability tonight! COACH Not some of it. ALL of it! "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" PRL glances menancily at the crowd, and then heads back to the ring apron. Stephen Joseph Popick smiles and then exits the ring himself. He grabs Shayne by the legs and then pulls him into the ring post! Popick then grabs Shayne’s right foot and slams it across the ring post! COLE Oh, and Popick doing more damage to that right ankle! Popick jaws with the fans at ringside. "YOU SUCK!" "YOU SUCK!" "YOU SUCK!" "YOU SUCK!" COACH Popick and PRL prove that it’s not a black thing, it’s not a white thing, it’s not even a Spanish thing, it’s a me-kicking-your-ass thing! Stephen enters the ring. He stomps Shayne Brave right on his nose. He then picks "Showtime" Shayne Brave up...and gives him a wheelbarrow suplex! Stephen then taunts Shayne and picks him up again. He jaw-jacks him, and then whips him into a the turnbuckle, left shoulder first! He then pulls Shayne off the turnbuckle by his waistband and grabs him from behind. German Suplex! Popick gets up again. He picks up Shayne. He kicks him in the gut. X-Factor! COLE Those three moves always done in succession! Popick has given that three-move combo to Shayne Brave, and the match looks to be in his hands! COACH Looks to be? Popick turns Shayne over onto his back. He then stands up and spits in his face! Popick exits the ring and climbs the second rope. COLE What’s Popick going to do now? COACH Something wonderful I bet! Stephen Joseph Popick looks over the downed Shayne Brave. He motions to the crowd that he’s going to finish him off. PRL nods his head approvingly and does the Outsiders "pointing" pose to him. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez also approves. "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant and Jade Rodez look on helplessly as Popick says, "I’ve got this in the bag!" and then jumps off the second rope with an elbow drop! THAT MISSES!!! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Popick missed the elbow off the second rope. The Tag Team Champion and the challenger are down! COACH Come on Popick! Get up! Don’t let PRL down! Nick Patrick starts his 10 count. Both Popick and Shayne show signs of life. 3... 4... 5... 6... Popick and Shayne crawl to their corners. 7... 8... SHAYNE MAKES THE TAG TO TYLER! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Hot tag to Tyler! "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant cuts the tag off from Popick to PRL in a bit of revenge. Tyler stomps on Popick as the crowd cheers him on. Bryant picks Popick up and gives him forearm shots to the face! Bryant Irish whips Popick into the ropes. BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK Body Drop to Popick! SJP crawls over to his corner and makes the tag to Tha Puerto Rican with Tyler waiting to strike. Once PRL is in the ring, Tyler is on him, beating the crap out of Tha Puerto Rican like he owes him money! Punch. Punch. Punch. Tyler Bryant whips Tha Puerto Rican into the ropes. Yakuza Kick! PRL Flair Flops onto the mat! COLE The P.R. Menace is down and out! Tyler Bryant plays to the cheering crowd who is loving every minute of this. He then heads to a neutral corner and gets into a crouching position. The crowd cheers. COLE And he could be going for it! He could be going for his finisher! COACH No! No! No! Look out PRL! He’s coming for ya! Tyler motions for PRL to get to his feet. PRL is still lying on the mat, kissing the canvas. Stephen Joseph and Lindsay desperately try to warn PRL of his upcoming doom, while Shayne Brave and Jade Rodez watch, hoping that Tyler nails the move. COLE Tha Puerto Rican is in a bad way here! We could be seconds away from the crowning of new HI-YAH Tag Team Champions! COACH For the love of God, PRL! Look out! He’s coming to spear you! Get out of the way! GET OUT OF THE WAY! Tha Puerto Rican slowly gets up, using his fists to get his head off the ground. He then gets on his right knee. Jade Rodez slaps the mat, getting the crowd to clap in unison. COLE The end maybe near for Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph’s Tag Team Title reign! COACH Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! COLE Tyler, eyeing, ready to strike with his spear! COACH Look out! Look out! Look out! PRL uses the ropes to slowly get to a vertical base. He rests his head on the top turnbuckle pad to catch his breath. PRL wipes the sweat off of his forehead and turns around, just as "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant charges forward like a bull-- NAILING THA PUERTO RICAN WITH THE MERRY TYLER GORE SHOWii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111 COLE The Merry Tyler Gore Show! He hit it! Tyler’s got the match won for D*LUX! Tyler goes straight into the jacknife pin. Nick Patrick counts along with the fans. 1... 2... 2 1/2 2.999999999999999999999999999999999999 MR. BORICUA COMES INTO THE RING AND KICKS TYLER IN THE FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COLE No! No! No! Damnit! No! Mr. Boricua starts stomping on Tyler Bryant, which leaves Nick Patrick no other choice, but to call for the bell. *DING DING DING* (24:15) "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE No! Damnit! It’s not right! It’s not fair! Tyler had the match won! D*LUX were going to win back the HI-YAH Tag Team Titles! Cuban Wall also enters the ring, and together, the two big men of The Lightning Crew proceed to do a beatdown on "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant! The crowd boos loudly! COLE The Lightning Crew has once again screwed D*LUX out of the HI-YAH World Tag Team Titles! Just like a November Reign, The Lightning Crew has SCREWED D*LUX! COACH Ah, isn’t life grand? Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua continue their beatdown of Tyler Bryant even as Nick Patrick keeps calling for the bell. Cuban Wall ends that by grabbing Nick Patrick and throwing him over the top rope and to the floor! Wall and Boricua go back to kicking the crap out of Tyler. Shayne Brave enters the ring and tries his hands at Wall, but the 6’7" 285 pound big man shrugs him off and punches Shayne in the face. He then grabs his neck in a goozle~! COLE Oh no! No! Not this! Mr. Boricua joins Cuban Wall in the goozle, just to make things 10x worse. COACH W00t~! Mr. Boricua! Mr. Boricua and Cuban Wall look at each other, then grab Shayne by his jeans and lift him up... DOUBLE CHOKESLAM ON "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE BRAVE!!!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Shayne Brave convulses on the mat! Jade Rodez has no choice but to stand at ringside and watch all of this, helpless. Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua scream, snort, and yell. Stephen Joseph Popick enters the ring to root the two big men on. Mr. Boricua splashes Shayne Brave to add insult to injury! COLE The Lightning Crew is destroying D*LUX! COACH This is what they get for trying to steal Tha Puerto Rican and Popick’s Tag Team Title belts! COLE Coach, that is a bunch of bullsh-- COACH And they’re still continuing the punishment! LOOK! Indeed, Mr. Boricua and Cuban Wall stomp the crap out of Tyler Bryant, with Popick joining in this time. Tha Puerto Rican gets to his feet and rests his head on the top rope, but watches all of this. Indeed, Mr. Boricua and Cuban Wall stomp the crap out of Tyler Bryant, with Popick joining in this time. Tha Puerto Rican gets to his feet and rests his head on the top rope, but watches all of this. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez applauds the destruction she is witnessing. "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" "P.R. SUCKS!" A ringside attendant has handed Popick and P.R. their HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belts. The HI-YAH Tag Champs hold their belts up high while Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua pick up the severely weakened "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant and punch him in the face. COLE Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua beating on Tyler like he’s a giant piece of meat and they’re Rocky Balboa! Mr. Boricua whips Tyler Bryant into the ropes. When he comes back, Cuban Wall hits him with a big boot to the face! With Tyler Bryant down in the center of the ring, Cuban Wall decides that there’s no better time than now to run up to the ropes, bounce off of them, run towards Tyler, leap up...and come crashing down on Tyler with his all his weight to do The Lightning Crew Splash! P.R./Popick applaud. COLE Lightning Crew Splash! The Lightning Crew Splash on Tyler Bryant! D*LUX is reeling from these attacks! COACH And look at poor little Jade Rodez! Forced to watch all of this! She can’t help them. She’s no match for Wall and Boricua and she knows this! I love it! COLE You are a sick human being, Coach. A sick human being. Jade Rodez covers her face with her hands, tears appearing in her eyes. Stephen Joseph Popick tells Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua to pick Tyler Bryant up as garbage starts filling up the ring. COLE Oh now what? What are they going to do now? Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua pick up Tyler by his long brown hair. Both big men smile an evil smile as they hold him up. Tyler is quite obviously out of it, but that still doesn’t stop the assault. Stephen Joseph Popick measures the distance between him and Tyler, and then holds his HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt out. He smiles evilly and then charges forward, knocking Tyler Bryant down to the mat with a BELTSHOT~! COLE A ::Beltshot:: on Tyler Bryant! The fans are filling the ring with garbage, but they don’t care! The Lightning Crew is enjoying this! Those sick bastards! Now Tyler Bryant is convulsing on the mat. And blood starts dripping from his forehead. Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua raise their hands in the air, laughing manically about all of this. Tha Puerto Rican smirks. "ASS-HOLE!" "ASS-HOLE!" "ASS-HOLE!" "ASS-HOLE!" Stephen Joseph Popick outstretches his arms in a crucified position, holding his HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt with his left hand. Popick laughs manically, soaking in the jeers of the fans. STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK ONE MORE!? CUBAN WALL & MR. BORICUA YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! COLE No! No! No one more! No one more! That’s enough! That’s enough! COACH Yeah, I want one more! Give me one more Lightning Crew! Tha Puerto Rican commences with the trash talking. SJP and Cuban Wall pick up the now-bleeding Tyler Bryant up. Cuban Wall clutches Bryant’s throat. Mr. Boricua also clutches Bryant’s throat. Together, they grab him by his jeans and lift him up. DOUBLE CHOKESLAM ON "TREMENDOUS" TYLER BRYANT~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111111 POPICK YEAAAAHHHHHHH! YEAH-UH~! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant lies on the mat, spread eagle, blood pouring out from the wound on his forehead. "Showtime" Shayne Brave lies on the mat, breathing hard and watching all of this. Jade Rodez puts her head down in shame. The crowd boos lustfully. COLE The Lightning Crew stand tall over BOTH members of D*LUX! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match, as a result of a disqualification...DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD*LUUUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX! However, because the titles cannot change hands on a disqualification...STILL the HI-YAH Tag Team Champions of the woooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrlllllllllllllddddddddddd! STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK AND "The Corporate Champion" THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICCCCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! The crowd boos this. Garbage is still being thrown into the ring. A "P.R. SUCKS!" chant starts up. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez applauds her men. "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph Popick raise their HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belts in the air while Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua give them a round of applause. COACH Champions now, Champions tomorrow, Champions FOREVER! Stephen Joseph Popick gets in "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant’s face. He taunts him despite the fact that Tyler is unconscious from the repeated abuse at the hands of The Lightning Crew. Popick does the "You can’t see me!" hand gesture and then jams his HI-YAH World Tag Team Title belt in the face of Bryant. STEPHEN JOSEPH YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO GET THIS BELT AGAIN! YOU HEAR ME!? NEVER! NEVER! NEVER! NEVER!!!!!! NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! DEAL WITH IT, PINK BOY! Popick kicks Tyler in the face just because. The camera cuts to close-ups of Shayne and Tyler. The crowd continues booing. COLE The Lightning Crew has decimated D*LUX tonight. They have completely and utterly DESTROYED them. We all thought that tonight was the night that D*LUX would get their revenge and get their belts back, but The Lightning Crew had other plans. COACH Bravo, Lighting Crew, bravo! I’d say my hats off to you, but I’m not wearing any hats tonight. "Voodoo Child (Slight Return)" by Jimi Hendrix starts playing again. "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican high fives Popick, and then raises his HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belt over his head. He then sneers in the general direction of D*LUX and does the "You can’t see me!" hand gesture. P.R. points to the nameplate on the belt which has his name on it, telling D*LUX there is no chance in hell that they’ll ever win back the HI-YAH World Tag Team Titles. COLE What a pathetic display from The Lightning Crew! COACH You mean what an incredible display from The Lightning Crew! I give it 5 stars! COLE I give it 0. These guys are the worst! COACH Oh, quit being such a crybaby, crybaby! COLE Stuff it, Coach! Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez enters the ring with PRL’s black spray-painted briefcase. She hugs her boyfriend first, then Popick. She then raises their hands to more boos from the fans. Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua look at what’s left of D*LUX, a satisfied grin on Wall’s face. Mr. B grunts, yells, and snorts. He then cracks his knuckles. D*LUX are still down and out with no signs of movement from either of them as "Voodoo Child (Slight Return)" continues playing. COLE This night didn’t go exactly as D*LUX planned. And I’m sure the fans weren’t happy with the result either. Let’s take a look at the replay. The OAOAST HeldDOWN~! logo flashes across the screen. Cut to the ending of the match starting with Tyler Bryant about to hit PRL with The Merry Tyler Gore Show. COLE Tyler Bryant nailed PRL with his finishing move, The Merry Tyler Gore Show. He got the pin, but then Mr. Boricua entered the ring, causing the disqualification. Then things went downhill from there. Popick, Mr. Boricua, and Cuban Wall proceeded to do a BRUTAL beatdown on D*LUX, giving them TWO double chokeslams and busting Tyler open with that HI-YAH Tag Title belt! Cut to Mr. Boricua and Cuban Wall giving Tyler Bryant the double chokeslam. COACH And watch this. Watch this! The two big men, Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua, just sending "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant through the mat with that double chokeslam! I guess he ain’t so "Tremendous" anymore, is he? We see the double chokeslam on "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant from a different angle. COLE Ha. Very funny, Coach. COACH Thank you. COLE Well, D*LUX may have lost tonight. But I’m sure they’ll live to fight another day. Still, you gotta believe they wanted tonight to be the night they got the Tag Team Titles back. COACH Yeah, but what are you gonna do? COLE Look for another match with the champs soon I hope. "The Corporate Champion" Tha Puerto Rican, Stephen Joseph Popick, Cuban Wall, Mr. Boricua, and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez leave the ring. PRL and Popick sling their HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship belts over their left and right shoulders, respectively. They gloat over their victory as they walk up the entrance ramp. Jade Rodez finally comes into the ring to check on D*LUX, who are still knocked out. Tyler Bryant’s face is now a crimson mask. COLE The Lightning Crew has left D*LUX laying. Tyler Bryant is busted open. Shayne Brave’s body is mangled. And the worst part of it all is that PRL and Popick are STILL the HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions! I thought these men had changed. I thought they were different! But PRL and Popick are as rotten as they ever were, maybe even moreso! COACH Calm down, Mikey! PR and Popick are really angels...nah, not really. But I love them anyway! COLE This will certainly be a night D*LUX will never forget. COACH And a night the millions AND MILLIONS of Tha Puerto Rican’s fans will always remember too! Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez raises the hands of P.R. and Popick. The crowd boos al three, who have cocky smirks on their faces. Popick pantomimes drawing a halo over PRL’s head, to signify that he’s an "angel". Afterwards, P.R.L. and Stephen Joseph Popick and continue walking up the entrance ramp with the members of The Lightning Crew as "Voodoo Child (Slight Return)" by Jimi Hendrix continues playing. COLE The fans didn’t get the result that they wanted from this match, but they hope, and WE hope, that the result of our next match will be a Zack Malibu victory. COACH Right. COLE Because fans, coming up next is our main event. The OAOAST HeldDOWN~! logo flashes across the screen. We see the match-up graphic for the Zack Malibu vs. Bruce Blank "Career vs. Respect" Match. The crowd explodes with cheers. COLE In what is perhaps the most anticipated main event in the three year history of HeldDOWN~!, Zack Malibu finally gets his rematch against Bruce Blank and there is alot on the line in this one. Either we will see the last match of Bruce Blank’s career here in the OAOAST, or Zack Malibu must humble himself before Bruce Blank! It’s Zack Malibu vs. Bruce Blank, one-on-one, in a "Career vs. Respect" Match! If Zack wins, then Blank is gone from the OAOAST forever! But if Blank wins, then Zack must say to Blank and to the world that he respects him. It’s not about titles. It’s all about pride! Zack Malibu vs. Bruce Blank, a "Career vs. Respect" Match, our main event, coming up next right here on HeldDOWN~! The OAOAST HeldDOWN~! logo flashes across the screen. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 15, 2006 COLE This is it. A moment months in the making, a match anticipated by people the world over. No weapons, no partners, no nothing. Just two men embroiled in the most bitter feud imaginable. A personal war that has overcome the OAOAST throughout 2006. Zack Malibu. Bruce Blank. The most personal grudge in OAOAST history brings us here to HeldDOWN~! tonight. December 14th, 2006. Just 11 days before Christmas, and 2 days before his 26th birthday, will Zack Malibu have to shake hands and state his respect for a man that he'll never forgive for his sins, or will Bruce Blank enter the OAOAST ring for the last time tonight, and wind up conquered by his fiercest foe? "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" is the song of choice for our first contestant, as Michael Buffer is in the ring doing intro's. BUFFER Fans, this is your main event of the evening. It is Respect versus Career. Coming down the aisle at this time, he holds the claim to being the OAOAST's most hated. He is the leader of The Wildcards...BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCE BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK! The Southern badass comes out, minus his trust bat, but with all of his attitude in place. He walks the aisle attempting to shake hands in a show of "respect" towards the fans, but not one of them takes him up on the offer, as he's forced to walk to the ring amidst the jeers of the masses. COLE The nerve of this...ASSHOLE, plain and simple, to think that people would respect him just because he puts on this facade! Blank steps over the top rope and into the ring, tipping his hat to Michael Buffer and the referee, the famed Earl Hebner, before retreating to a neutral corner. "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward is cued up, and the fans come alive, as it marks the arrival of a very determined, very focused OAOAST Franchise. BUFFER His opponent, is a former two time OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion, and a former HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion. Known the world over as the most popular wrestler in OAOAST history, THIS IS ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLIBUUUUUUUUUU! Looking ready, Malibu comes down the aisle, power-walking to the ring and ready to get it on, not wanting to drag this feud out any longer. Too many people have been hurt on Malibu's watch, and tonight, that comes to an end. COLE Zack Malibu is always at his best when his back is against the wall, Coach. He goes into this match tonight with not one physical win over Bruce Blank. Blank defeated Zack at Angleslam this past August, and the other times they've met, it's never been Zack pinning Bruce. The Usual Suspects defeated The Dead Precidents earlier this year when Leon Rodez captured the fall on Bloodshed in that match, and Zack, Leon and the GPX won War Games after Landon Maddix submitted. So Malibu's track record against Blank is not a favorable one. COACH I'm sure people appreciate your history lesson, Mikey Cole, but you gotta throw all that out the window. The only thing Zack Malibu is thinking about right now is tonight. Not about any pinfalls or submissions or wins and losses. He's focused. You know how he gets. He's INTENSE~! about this. He has a chance tonight to rid the OAOAST of the most sickening, sadistic superstar we've ever seen. I'd take Mario Logan back over this guy! COLE You would? COACH Well, no...but you get my meaning. Malibu and Blank move towards each other, and the hard camera stays focused on the two as they come face to face. It's a tense moment as the combatants are silent, but the body langauge says it all. Bruce has that trademark Southern smirk, while Malibu is stoic and focused, his body trembling with rage. The bell sounds, and instantly Malibu comes out swinging, stunning Bruce with right hands! COLE Here we go! You can tell Malibu wanted to go before the bell sounded, and when it rang, he took it as the go ahead! Bruce can't follow up, and Malibu delivers hit after hit, rocking him with right hands! Zack breaks away and shoots himself into the ropes, bouncing off and cracking Bruce across the chest with a lariat, but the force isn't enough to topple the big redneck! Zack hits the ropes again and delivers a second lariat, again staggering Bruce, but not knocking him down yet! Bruce fires back with a hard lariat from a standing position, blasting Malibu and sending him down to the canvas! As Zack shakes it off, he feels Bruce reaching for him and pulling him up, then taking him by the head and tossing him through the middle ropes out to the floor, where Zack splats out on the mats! COLE He knows he's without his equalizer, that barbed wire bat. He knows that he can't rely on The Wildcards. The most important thing though, and it's visible by the way he just discarded of Zack and got him out of the ring, is that he can't get himself into a position where Zack is in a zone, because he cannot outwrestle Zack Malibu! Zack gets up quickly and shakes off the toss, running back up onto the apron. Blank turns his head, away from the taunts of the crowd, and sees Zack springboard back in, diving at him...but Blank catches the crossbody! The crowd groans as Blank snickers, then powers Zack up over his head, pressing him in the air...and goes and hurls him over the top rope, sending him splattering out on the floor once again! COACH Malibu's getting tossed around like a ragdoll, and I don't mean K-Money's brother, brotha! Blank brushes his hands off as if he's disposed of hazardous waste, while Malibu pushes up off the floor, again having been unceremoniously tossed aside by his worst enemy. Once up, Zack darts under the bottom rope and comes up to his feet, swinging for the fences with a flurry of right hands that once again have Bruce staggering. He takes the big man by the arm and looks to send him towards the ropes, but Blank swings around and throws Zack to the ropes. Malibu rebounds and runs under a lariat attempt by Blank, hitting the far side and connecting with another one of his own that once again stagger Bruce, but don't topple him. Zack then fires off a chop, and another, and a third, and a forth, but Blank breaks it up by shoving Zack down to the canvas! Zack rolls to his feet almost immediately and comes back up, shooting low and trying to take Blank down! Bruce hovers over Zack, not allowing himself to be brought down, and then slams a hard forearm across Zack's back. A second blow weakens Zack further, and Blank pulls him up, but Zack knocks his hand away and blasts him with a European uppercut! Smarting from the blow, Bruce backs up, as Zack hits the near side, then runs to the far side of the ropes, leaping into the air and driving his foot into Bruce's chest with a bicycle kick that finally brings the big man down to Earth! COLE He's got him down, and now he's got to work on keeping him there! Malibu goes to work over Blank, but Bruce quickly rolls to the outside, drawing boos from the crowd for his act of cowardice! COACH As soon as he went down, he went out! He's avoiding Malibu like...like... COLE Like most women you show interest in do to you? COACH At least I'm interested in women, you tea-party havin' pillow biter. Blank wipes his brow, and snaps at the crowd for their reaction...then gets caught with feet across his jaw, as Malibu rocks him with a baseball slide kick! Bruce is dazed, so Malibu takes hold of the top rope and launches himself over with a pescado...but he's caught again by Blank, who throws him onto the apron and shoves him back into the ring! COLE Notice how Blank keeps pushing Malibu away from him, not letting him gain any sort of momentum! Blank pulls his big frame up onto the ring apron, but as he stands on it Malibu springs from the canvas into the air, nailing him with a standing dropkick that knocks him back down to the floor! With Bruce again in a fog, Zack races to the ropes and charges forward, diving through the ropes with a bodypress that sends him crashing into Bruce Blank and wiping them both out at ringside! COACH YO~! COLE High risk move by Zack Malibu, and it put Bruce Blank down! The crowd roars as Malibu gets up and climbs onto Bruce, hammering him with right hands while using his weight to pin him down. A furious Malibu pulls Bruce up and delivers a hard European uppercut, then takes him by the arm and whips him into the ring apron! Blank cringes as his back is smashed against the hard side of the ring, and it's only furthered when Zack pulls him forward, then runs him back into it! As Bruce slouches, Malibu fires off a pair of chops to further his assault, then leads Blank by the hair and keeps him in his clutches so that he's prone to a headbutt! Blank backs off, covering his nose and mouth with his hand, but Zack pulls him back around and delivers another one, smashing his forehead into Blank's face! As Bruce tends to himself, Malibu forces him back into the ring, rolling him under the bottom rope. The raging redneck comes up to his feet as Malibu watches on, and attempts another launch via springboard, but Bruce lunges forward and pushes Malibu's legs off the top rope! Zack falls onto the apron, landing feet first like a cat, but Bruce is able to block his punch, then takes him by the head and runs him across the apron, smashing his face into the top turnbuckle! Zack staggers back, while Bruce hits the ropes inside the ring, extending his arm over the top rope and clotheslining Malibu off the apron and to the floor! COLE Just when we thought some control would be restored, we're moving right back to the outside! Blank, his nose and mouth now lined with blood from the headbutts, steps out onto the apron, then leaps off of it, jumping down to the floor to smash Zack across the back of the head with an axehandle! COACH Bruce Blank gettin' some hang time! Bruce toys with Zack, nudging him with the tip of his boot, then pulls him up to his feet...and delivers a hard slap across Malibu's face that knocks Zack back against the railing! Bruce stalks his foe, shouting "YOU WILL RESPECT ME"...only to be spit at by Malibu, who hocks a loogie right into Bruce's face! COLE You tell him, Zack! Blank is angry, but Malibu keeps him at bay with chops, fighting his way back, until Bruce puts a stop to it with a hard knee to the gut. With Zack doubled over, Blank takes him by the arm and whips him across ringside, and Zack crashes into the metal ring steps, knocking them from their base and causing himself to become bruised up in the process! After absorbing the blow, Zack is then sent back into the ring by Bruce, who hops up on the apron and enters through the ropes. He drops an elbow with Zack on the canvas, but at the last second Malibu rolls out of the way of the blow! Zack gets up and drops an elbow of his own, but Blank rolls out of the way, and Zack lands on nothing but canvas! Bruce gets up and then kicks his legs out, crashing down on Malibu's throat with a legdrop, and then sprawls across him for the pin! COLE Blank dropped that huge tree like leg of his right down on Zack's throat, and now he wants to try and put him away! ONE! T-KICKOUT! Quite quickly, Zack rolls a shoulder, escaping defeat. Blank brings the preppy superstar to his feet and rocks him with a forearm shot, then simply and blatantly rakes the eyes before luring Zack back in and taking him over with a suplex. Blank then pulls Zack up again and sends him into the corner, then gets a full head of steam and charges in, connecting with a running elbow across Zack's face! Zack falls forward out of the corner, and Bruce picks him up by the waist, taking him off his feet...then throws him forward back against the corner! The heel of Blank's boot is then placed against Zack's throat, and Earl Hebner initiates a five count, warning Blank that he needs to break the hold or risk a disqualification! Blank backs away, and sternly tells Hebner "You better respect me too, boy!" as he points a finger in his face, which is enough to let diminutive little Earl backstep a bit. Blank grabs Malibu and sends him across the ring into the far corner, where Malibu slams hard against the turnbuckles, but when Blank charges in this time, Zack ducks out of the way, and Bruce crashes into the corner himself! He staggers back, and Zack is right there to grab him by the waist, using every bit of his strength to pull the big man over with a German Suplex! COLE Zack Malibu brought the big man over and...wait, he's hanging on! They're coming to their feet again! WHAM! A second German Suplex! Once again, Malibu rolls through, forcibly bringing his larger foe to his feet, and picking him up AGAIN, dropping him with a third German! The crowd eggs him on, and Malibu AGAIN rolls to his feet, bringing Bruce with him, and ANOTHER German Suplex follows, making that the forth one that he's able to rock Bruce with! COACH He keeps getting up! He's going to suplex him half to death! Sure enough, both men are soon on their feet, and soon again Bruce is being dropped by a fifth German suplex! They roll to their feet again, but this time Malibu is too worn and doesn't have the strength, as he can't get Bruce up! Bruce reaches back and nails an elbow, but before he can do any more damage Zack pushes him towards the ropes, only to be bowled over with Blank rebound with a hard shoulderblock! Blank comes and yanks Zack up to his feet, hooking him in a front facelock...but Malibu slides his head out and delivers a kick to the gut, and another European uppercut that staggers Bruce near the ropes. Malibu charges, only to get backdropped up and over...but he lands on the apron...only to be hiptossed over the rope and right back in by Bruce Blank! Malibu is groggy as he rises from the ringmat, and soon finds himself grabbed by the throat! Blank lifts him off his feet for a chokeslam, but while in mid-air, Malibu reaches out and grabs Blank by the head, squeezing as hard as he can and trapping Blank in a move that he himself has used over time, the IRON CLAW~! COLE THE CLAW! ZACK MALIBU HAS THE IRON CLAW ON BRUCE BLANK! Blank, instead of chokeslamming Zack, now has to ease him down to his feet, trying to free himself of the hold. He grunts and groans as he shifts around, trying to break free, while the crowd cheers Zack on as he utilizes the famed Von Erich submission. COLE It was earlier this year during his tour of HI-YAH, where he was dubbed the Modern Day Warrior that Zack Malibu began using that move as a tribute to the original Modern Day Warrior, Kerry Von Erich. Right now, it could lead to victory tonight, and it could be the very move that sends Bruce Blank packing! Blank hollers out in agony as the tips of Zack's fingers dig into his skull, putting the pressure on! He continues to shift, first grabbing Zack's wrist with both hands...but then Blank is able to stretch his arm out long enough to grasp Zack by the head...AND APPLY HIS OWN IRON CLAW! COACH Blank's got it too! COLE They're BOTH trapped in the Iron Claw! Malibu groans, but won't relinquish his hold, as both men refuse to be the one to back down and break their submission! They hobble around the ring, each man growing wearier as they move around, looking for the one flaw that will lead to an advantage...and while moving around they wind up topping through the ropes, going out to the floor! COLE That's one way to break it! Blank had the leverage advantage, and was able to force Zack near the ropes, pushing him through and putting them both out here in front of us! Zack and Bruce both come up to their feet, and when they do, Bruce is quick to reapply the claw out on the floor, trapping Zack in it for a second time! Malibu grimaces as it's locked on, but then delivers a low kick to break it! COACH I suppose that's good, since it'll prevent little Blanks from running around someday! COLE I figure his overall demeanor is enough to scare any woman off. Zack takes Blank by the head and walks him over to the announce table, slamming his face into it and scaring the crap out of the residents of Sofa Central! He goes to do it again, but this time it's Zack's face that is sent into the tabletop, courtesy of a pissed off Redneck Superman! Blank takes Zack and pounds him across the back, beating him down to his knees with clubbing forearms, and sets him in a standing headscissors. He looks around, grinning sadistically as the crowd boos him on, and boo him even more when they realize what he wants to do! COLE Don't do it, Bruce! C'mon now! There's no listening to reason, as Blank reaches down and hoists Malibu up, flipping him into the air for a powerbomb through the...NO! Malibu floats through and lands on his feet in front of Bruce, then does a quick low drop and pulls Bruce up across his shoulders... ...AND PUTS HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE WITH THE ANGLE SLAM~! COACH YO~! COLE WATCH OUT~! Cole and Coachman jump back, as Blank is laid out on the remains of what was their announce table! Malibu stays laying on the floor as well, exhausted and starting up at the lights, while the crowd is going ballistic! COLE We've lost our announce table! Zack Malibu has just planted Bruce Blank with the Angle Slam! "MAL-I-BU!" "MAL-I-BU!" "MAL-I-BU!" The chants are heavy as Zack rolls to his feet, but as he motions towards the fallen monster, referee Hebner comes over and orders Zack back into the ring, reminding him that there are still rules to be upheld. Malibu tries to get by him, but Hebner orders him into the ring or else a DQ will result, so Zack swallows his pride and heads for the ring, while Blank is laid out on the outside. COLE Earl Hebner knows that if you give Blank and Malibu an inch, they'll take a mile. I don't think putting Bruce through our table was on purpose so much as it was just a reaction to avoiding the powerbomb on the floor. Earl knows he can't let action like that continue though, because despite their past wars, these two men agreed that normal match regulations would appy tonight. Blank stirs, and groggily comes up to his feet. Malibu braces himself and waits on him, but can't go diving out of the ring, as Hebner is blocking the way, checking on Bruce. An angry giant has awoken though, as Bruce brushes past Hebner and leaps onto the apron, getting back into the ring to face off with his nemesis! Blank steps over the ropes, only to be met with more chops from Malibu...until he simply shoves Zack away! Zack bounces off the ringmat, rolling onto his stomach, and gets up and charges, trying to tackle Blank down, but can't bring him down. He's battered across the back to break it up, then pulled up and grabbed by the throat, lifted up off his feet and left choking in the air! COACH He's choking the life out of him, Mikey Cole! Malibu's face starts turning blue, as Blank's evil eyes peer into his. The hardcore monster then drives Zack down into the canvas, then hits the ropes and leaps off his feet, crushing Malibu and driving whatever air is left in his body out of it with a huge big splash! ONE! TWO! THR-NO! COLE Dangerously close to three there, but luckily for Zack Malibu it wasn't! Blank pushes up, and then plants a foot on Zack's chest, then literally walks over him, causing Zack to curl up into a ball as he gasps for air. Blank walks towards the ropes and stares into the hard camera, nodding to it and smiling before turning around and grabbing Zack as he comes up, dropping him over his shoulder with a back suplex! With Zack down again, Blank circles him, staring at his fallen rival before exiting the ring, moving out to the apron. COLE Where's he going now? COACH Is he coming back near us? COLE I don't...think...oh my God... Cole, and everyone else, is shocked to see Blank not heading to the floor, but up the ropes! The big man, known more for his hardcore tendencies than his aerial ability, moves up to the top rope, taking not more than a moment to focus on his foe before diving off with a splash from the top turnbuckle... ...THAT ZACK MALIBU IS ABLE TO ROLL UNDER AND AVOID! COLE He took a gamble that didn't pay off! Blank is hurting after coming up short on his dive, while Malibu pushes up to his feet and leans against the ropes. Bruce starts crawling on all fours, trying to get up, but Zack runs forward and kicks a HELLA soccer kick to his chin, knocking him for a loop! Zack then rakes the tip of his boot across the side of Blank's face, then charges the ropes and comes off with a low dropkick to the crown of Blank's head! Bruce is flattened out on the canvas, and Zack rolls him onto his back, then leaps onto the third rope and moonsaults back onto Blank, crashing onto him and hooking his leg to try and put him out of the OAOAST! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COACH Ahh, so close! Zack gets up, and immediately drops a knee into Bruce's temple, then brings him to his feet. He takes him and goes to send him to the corner, but as aching as he is, Blank plants his feet and won't budge. He pulls on Zack's arm and sends him to the opposing corner, where Zack collides chest first...and he staggers back into the waiting arms of Bruce Blank, who drops him with a full nelson slam! Blank drops to his knees, then lays across Zack and orders Hebner to count, hoping that the next three seconds are what he's been waiting all match for. ONE! TWO! THR...NO! SHOULDER UP! ZACK KICKS OUT! COLE They're running on pure adrenaline now, Coach! It's not going to be pretty, and it's not going to end easily! Bruce pulls Zack up, striking him with two left jabs that nearly knock him back down, then brings his right knee into Zack's midsection. Bruce reaches down and presses Zack overhead, almost showing off his strength, but while Bruce is preoccupied with showboating, Malibu manages to wriggle free! He lands behind Bruce and tries for another ANGLE SLAM~!, but Bruce slips out of the attempt, spins Zack around, and drops him with a swinging neckbreaker! He makes the pin again, and Hebner dives to the mat! ONE! TWO! THRE...NO! NO! ZACK MALIBU PUTS HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! COACH So close, but no cigar Brucey! Frustrated that defeat was halted by something as minor as a foot on the rope, Blank drags Zack across the canvas, then drops an elbow into his sternum! He then takes the back of Zack's head and rams it into the canvas repeately, pummeling Zack without remorse before luring him back to his feet. Zack is defenseless at this point, and Blank hoists him up onto his shoulders, making sure he has enough room for a running start. COLE Oh no...NO! COACH He's going for the Broken Dream! Blank runs with Malibu on his shoulder, but at the last second Zack slips out behind him! Bruce quickly turns around, and when he does... CRACK~! ...SCHOOL'S OUT ON BRUCE BLANK~! BUT HE DOESN'T GO DOWN~! COLE HE'S STILL STANDING! He's up, but he's teetering like a Weeble Wobble, as Zack steps back, then fires forward with ANOTHER School's Out...that knocks Bruce down into the ropes! The rebound fires him back to his feet, and when he comes up Zack connects with a THIRD SCHOOL'S OUT THAT FINALLY KNOCKS BRUCE BLANK DOWN~! COLE HE'S GOT HIM! COVER HIM, ZACK! Malibu leaps on Blank, still hooking a leg, as the crowd is going apeshit, with every voice in the arena making the count. ONE! TWO! THREE...NO! NO! BRUCE BLANK KICKS OUT! BRUCE KICKS OUT! COLE HOW THE HELL DID HE DO THAT!? COACH I don't believe it! Malibu can't believe it, nor can the fans, and it surely shocked more than a few of you at home watching on television. Bruce Blank just survived not one, not two, but THREE School's Out superkicks! COLE I don't...I don't know how Zack can follow that up! COACH He can't get desperate now, Cole! COLE Kinda like you? COACH NOW ISN'T THE TIME FOR JOKES! Malibu, sure enough, is confused, as he doesn't know what he can do to slay the dragon tonight. So he pulls Blank up by his greasy mullet, or at least tries to, as Blank is nothing but dead weight. He tries dragging Bruce to his feet, but Bruce slightly pushes Zack away, trying to defend himself as best as possible. It barely bothers Malibu, who comes and grabs him by the head again...but as he brings Bruce Blank to his feet, Bruce rolls to the side and rolls Malibu up...GRABBING A HANDFUL OF TIGHTS IN THE PROCESS! COLE HEBNER! HEBNER LOOK! Earl can't hear, nor can he see the blatant violation, as Bruce Blank holds Zack Malibu down for the count! ONE! TWO! NO! KICKOUT BY ZACK MALIBU! The fans roar, as Malibu kicked out of the illegal pin, much to Blank's chagrin! Zack comes up to his feet, and a desperate Blank swings a haymaker shot at him, which gets ducked! Zack does a go-round, grabbing him by the waist and hoisting him over, dropping him on the back of his head with ANOTHER German Suplex! COLE His neck must be jelly by now! ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! COLE HE DID IT! BRUCE BLANK IS OUT OF HERE! COACH BYE BYE, BRUCEY~! The fans are jumping in their seats, as Zack Malibu, after a near year long quest, has finally vanquished his greatest foe! He rolls onto his stomach before pushing up to his feet, the sweat pouring off of him, as Michael Buffer gets the official announcement from Earl Hebner. BUFFER LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER...BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCE BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK! COLE WHAT?! COACH WHAT?!?! Malibu's demeanor changes instantly, as he pulls Hebner aside. Hebner is fearing for his life as Malibu has grown wild-eyed, not wanting to hear what Hebner is telling him. COLE I don't...I don't see how Bruce Blank just won this match! COACH That Hebner DOES have a rep, you know. COLE Stop. Can we get a replay on this? Guys in the truck? Within seconds a replay of the final moments of action are shown, as Blank is dropped over with the German Suplex. Hebner slides down to count, but as he's counting Bruce slightly raises his left shoulder, keeping himself out of a pinning predicament but putting Malibu in one! COLE Oh no. Zack Malibu can NOT be happy! Bruce is wiped, but as Hebner goes over and raises his hand, he begins laughing uncontrollably. Malibu stands across the ring in the corner, looking out to the fans, as if he's ready to cry. Because now, he has to do something that affects his whole character, and his driving force. The man responsible for accosting his family and maiming his friends, is now waiting for a handshake. COACH You think he'll do it? COLE Normally, I'd say no matter what, Zack lives up to his word. This time, I'm not really sure. Malibu turns around, staring at Blank leaning against the other corner. Zack starts walking towards him with malice in his eye, and when Hebner tries to get Zack to back up, he's shoved to the canvas by the former World Champion! Zack walks right over to Blank and stares him in the eye, but then turns away. "DON'T YOU DO IT clap clap clapclapclap" "DON'T YOU DO IT clap clap clapclapclap" "DON'T YOU DO IT clap clap clapclapclap" COACH See? The fans don't wanna see this! COLE WE don't wanna see this! Despite what the fans are saying, Malibu stands his ground, turning to Blank again...and extending his hand, as the crowd boos violently. COLE What a blow to Zack Malibu tonight. To be humbled by such a rotten human being! Blank smiles a smile as wide as you'll ever see, knowing he's got Zack's back against the wall. He reaches out and takes Zack's hand, shaking it firmly while patting him on the shoulder. COLE This is sickening to me. Just disgusting. Look at Blank, acting like he's got a new best friend! Malibu pulls away and immediately exits the ring, heading up the aisleway, while Blank basks in the glory of victory. Malibu heads up the aisle with his head down, hurting physically and emotionally, as he's just had to offer a show of respect to the least likely candidate. If Bruce Blank wasn't already deep in Malibu's head, tonight sealed the deal, as not only can the Redneck Superman claim another victory over his rival...he's claimed his respect. 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KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 15, 2006 Written by: Tony149 King Cucaracha Ed Wood Caulfield KingPK Bruce Blank Alfdogg Zack Malibu The Man Behind The Curtain: KingPK © 2006 OAOAST Entertainment. All rights reserved. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
