KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 22, 2006 (edited) BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! B-O-O-M~!~!~! It's a festive night here on HeldDOWN as we are in the final days before Christmas. Fully decorated and lit Christmas trees are on each side of the stage, the entrance doors each have a wreath hanging on them and the AngleTron is surrounded by tinsel with a giant bow on top. "Snow" is falling onto the packed house in St. Louis, Missouri, ready to have the OAOAST jingle their bells and deck their hollys and so forth. COLE It's a festive night here in the OAOAST as we are set for the final HeldDOWN before the Christmas holiday. Michael Cole here along with the Coach, wishing everyone a safe and happy holiday this weekend. COACH So, what did you get me this year, partner? COLE Hmm? COACH For Christmas. What did you get me? COLE Oh.....uhhhhh, hang on. Cole stands up and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his checkbook. He opens it and scribbles on a check before tearing it off. COLE Here you go. Enjoy. COACH Twenty bucks? Nana Coachman tried this last year and I booted her dialysis machine out the window. COLE COACH Hey, I was mad. Anyway, we were on the first floor. "REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!" "Personal Jesus" by Marilyn Manson thumps through the arena and the crowd rise to their feet, thumbs pointed firmly down and plenty of middle fingers going up the other way. As the sliding doors part, the figures of Megan Skye and Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix emerge, with Landon smirking from ear to ear, arm in arm with his manageress as they walk to the ring. COLE We are eleven days away from the 2007 New Year's Spectacular, Mainframe Monday and the voting is still open! You can choose who, what and how you want to ring in the New Year with the OAOAST. And top of the ballot, announced at the start of the week, Drek Stone will defend his World Heavyweight Title against one of three prospective challengers. Tony Brannigan, CWM, or this man, Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix! COACH And I'd like to think we're looking at the recipient of the wooden spoon right now. I don't see why any true OAOAST fan would vote for an SWF star to challenge out World Champion. COLE Maybe they want to see two of the most hated men on the roster tear each other apart? COACH There's that, sure. But, I certainly won't be voting for him... Pan out from the announce table to reveal Johnathon Coachman's BRAND NEW LAPTOP! COACH ...ON THIS! COLE Of course you won't, it's not even plugged in. COACH It's no... crap. Where's the outlet on this damn table? Landon climbs the ring steps and bounds into the ring, holding the ropes open for Megan Skye to join him. Sure enough, Landon then heads straight for the microphone, demanding it from Michael Buffer who's sent packing by The Next Generation. Of course, without a microphone in his hand he's worthless, so it's no big loss. A brief bout of boos are thrown Landon's way and he's forced to wait for them to die down before starting. MADDIX First of all, I'd like to take a moment to extend my congratulations to one Bruce Blank, on his momentous victory last week. After all the aggravation and the persecution he, as well as myself, have suffered since joined this company it's nice to see that finally, The Wildcards are earning some 'Respect' around here. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Very cute choice of words. Landon smirks as he waits for quiet again. MADDIX Anyway, I'll make this quick because I've got to get to Santa's Village by tommorrow night. To wrestle, naturally. *rolls eyes* Now some of you might remember a couple of weeks ago, me talking about my goals for the coming year. And I officially entered myself into the Lethal Royal Dangerous Regal Whatever-Moniker-You-Like Rumble on January 28th, with my sights set on AngleMania and history on the grandest stage. But little did I know that I'd be getting so far ahead of myself. It's always best to plan ahead. Little did I know I needn't bother. See, the buzz in the air is because you've all got the chance to play fantasy booker on New Year's Day. And you, you fans, you great OAOAST fans, get to choose who challenges Drek Stone... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Landon pauses and actually nods in agreement with the boos. MADDIX ...challenges Drek Stone for the OAOAST World Title on January 1st! What better way to make history, what better time to make history than New Year's Day? To win the World Title with the sounds of Auld Lang Syne still ringing in the air and the alcohol already on tap. To truly make 2007 your year. To start the year as you mean to go on. What better way could there be? It certainly sounded rhetorical, but Landon looks for an answer from Megan all the same. Megan shrugs her shoulders and tells her man she doesn't know. MADDIX In the spirit of cliché, now would be the time where I talk about making the ascent to World Heavyweight Champion my New Year's Resolution, or how that belt would be the perfect late Christmas present. I'm not here to spout clichés though. I'm here... to campaign. As you've heard before and will no doubt hear countless other times tonight, it's YOUR vote that counts. You and you alone will dictate if New Year's Spectacular will be main-evented by Drek Stone vs. Tony Brannigan, Drek Stone vs. CWM or Drek Stone vs. moi, Landon Maddix. You and you alone. So, right now I'm going to plead my case to you all... The fans begin to express their disinterest already, as Landon flips the microphone around in his hand. MADDIX ...and in the spirit of Democracy, you'll hear me out, I'm sure. Landon continues to flip the microphone around, seemingly trying to think of the right way to plead his case. Looking around the crowd, Landon's eyes dart a little. These people seem a little bias already. If he's going to win them over, he knows he's going to have to pull some performance out of the bag... ...so he drops to his knees in the centre of the ring. MADDIX PLLLLEEEAAASSSEEE vote for me, I'm BEGGING you!! PLEASE vote for me! COLE What!? MADDIX I need this SO much you wouldn't believe! My tag team partner is the World Champion over at the SWF and I haven't had a title shot in MONTHS! The bastard never loses! NEVER I tell you! This is my only chance now! PLEASE, PLEASE! I'm SORRY for everything I said about the OAOAST! I'm SORRY for setting Rodez up and stealing his title! I'm SORRY... well, let's just say I'm sorry for the whole damn run so far! I didn't MEAN any of it! I'm a nice guy, really! And if you vote for me, I PROMISE I'll be a great World Champion! I'll kiss babies, I'll feed the poor, I'll clothe the lepers... WHATEVER YOU WANT, just VOTE FOR ME, I'm begging you! I'll never be the SWF World Champion again, so I need THIS title! The other two guys suck anyway! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE This is a little pathetic. COACH A little? Hearing the boos, Landon pauses for a moment. Pouting a little, The Next Generation waits for the fans to quieten down, folding his arms as they decide to toy with the SWF superstar a little. MADDIX Is this what passes as democracy in this state!? I'm trying to save you the mistake of wasting your vote here, you people should be grateful for a little honesty out here... “He’s Simply Ravishing…OW! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE OH, MY! The crowd go nuts as Landon's head snaps to the entrance way. He and Megan both look a little confused, Maddix seen mouthing the words 'I thought Rick Rude was dead'. Apparantly, he's not up on the entrance music of TONY BRANNIGAN, former World Heavyweight and three-time Tag Team Champion of the OAOAST! COLE We haven't seen Tony for months! But he's back and he's back on the trail of the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship! COACH Yeah, I wonder how Dan Black feels about that. COLE I'm sure he's voting as we speak. COACH But for who? COLE Stop trying to create trouble. T-Bod climbs the steps and enters the ring as Maddix pulls Megan behind him to protect her. Not that Tony would be likely to go after her, but let's be fair, Landon doesn't know that. Brannigan grabs another microphone from ringside and smiles to himself. He's back. "TO - NY!" "TO - NY!" "TO - NY!" "TO - NY!" BRANNIGAN Let me cut you off right there kid. I don't know if you realise who the hell I am, but right now you and your little escort there are looking at what a real man looks like! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" BRANNIGAN You're looking at a former OAOAST World Champion. And this New Year, I intend on winning that World Title one more time! MADDIX Is that so? BRANNIGAN That is so. You come out here and you start begging these people to vote for you to take on Drek Stone. But you've done nothing to prove yourself to me or to these fans. I'm a former World Champion and I never, NEVER got my rematch! I jumped at the chance to get in on this vote and I trust these people to make the right choice. See, if there's one thing all these people want, it's to see Drek Stone get his ass kicked on New Year's Day! And I just don't think you're up to the task, little man. You se... MADDIX Woah woah WOAH! If anything, Tony looks a little amused at this two hundred fifteen pound youngster daring to challenge him. Maddix is not amused though, as he glares at Brannigan, breathing heavily. In ANGER~! MADDIX You did NOT just call me 'little man'! Nobody, but NOBODY, calls me little man. BRANNIGAN I think I just did, little man. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Landon is really fuming now, biting down on his lip as he tries to contain his anger. It's all fixing to break down now as Landon is calmed down by an impromptu neck massage from Megan Skye, a relaxed smile creeping over The Next Generation's face as he eventually tells Megan he's OK. MADDIX I'm going to let that slide this time, because you're obviously a little over-excited being in the ring with a superstar such as myself. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH Wow. COLE No respect what-so-ever from Landon Maddix! MADDIX You obviously have a case to pledge and that's fine. That's democracy. But, this ring just happens to be taken. So, let me put it to you like this, 'Tone'. What I'd like to have right now... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Tony smirks, folding his arms as this spiel seems 'strangely' familiar. MADDIX ...is for you to keep the noise down, while you take off and I continue to show these people why I should be the Number One Contender, as well as what a REAL sexy man looks like. We're not going to hit your music again. It sucks. Thank you and goodbye. Now... BRANNIGAN Hey! I respect the fact that you feel the need to plead your case to get a title shot, because from what I hear you're not that popular. But if you wanna convince these people to vote for you, how about you do it the old fashioned way? COLE Oh, here we go! Suddenly, Tony starts to remove his shirt and it seems like it's time to fight! Maddix starts to panic as Brannigan throws his shirt across the ring and at The Next Generation's feet, before treating Megan Skye to the DOUBLE BICEP POSE~! he's so synonymous with!! Flipping the microphone over, Landon wields the mic like a weapon and charges, trying to club Brannigan over the head with it... but Brannigan ducks and catches Landon on the way back with a big right hand! Another big right! And another, Landon getting bounced around the ring like a pinball! Dazed, Maddix stumbles around the ring, noticing Megan screaming for him to 'get out of the way' from the outside. From what though isn't clear, until he turns around into a boot to the gut and gets pulled into a standing headscissors for the Attitude Adjustment Piledri... ...NO! Maddix drops to all fours to escape the move and scurries from the ring like the proverbial scolded dog!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Look at him run! And this crowd don't like it one bit. Landon Maddix wrote some cheques that his mouth couldn't cash and now, when the action got too hot for him, he's runs away with his tail between his legs from Tony Brannigan! Megan helps to drag Landon away up the ramp as "Simply Ravishing", despite Landon's earlier claims, does hit and the crowd give it up for T-Bod. Brannigan leans over the ropes and points the finger at Landon before making the ominous "belt motion" around his waist, reminding the world that he wants the World Title. Still looking a little shaky, Maddix points back at Brannigan vows revenge, all the while retreating up the ramp as the camera cuts to The Lightning Crew dressing room where Vitamin X and Cuban Wall are at. The crowd boos. X is lying on the floor thinking about something while Cuban Wall watches him. VITAMIN X Ahhh, I dreamt about her last night, Wall. You know that dream when you’re sleeping and they fly in through the window? Cuban Wall looks up to the ceiling. He has a sleepy expression on his face. Wall sighs. CUBAN WALL Mmmmm...Jose. VX What was that? WALL Uh--nothing! Nothing! I like boobies! Yeah! Yeah! Titties rock! Yeah! Mmm-hmm! Yeah! The crowd laughs. Vitamin X looks at him funny, but then continues. Cuban Wall breathes a sigh of relief. VX Anyway, it was a wonderful dream. Absolutely FAN-TASTIC! I’m sleeping, and Stacey flies into my room, wearing nothing but a leopard print bikini. Oh yeah. It was SOOOOO hot. When I woke up...I uh, I had to change the sheets. CUBAN WALL Ewwwww. TMI, dude. TMI. X Wall, I have GOT to get with Stacey Robertson! Seriously, I need to be with her! She’s all I ever think about! She’s on my mind 24/7. I can’t concentrate on anything else. Not on my stocks, not on my wrestling, not on my ingenious plan for world domination-- CUBAN WALL Say what? VX Nothing! The point is, Wall, that I, Vitamin X, have GOT to be with Stacey Robertson, and take her away from Colombian Heat, if it’s the last thing I do! And it won’t be. It’s just a figure of speech. You know? CW Yeah. Anyway X, if you want to be with Stacey, why don’t you go talk to PRL? VITAMIN X Why would I take advice from YOU of all people? Cuban Wall punches Vitamin X in the jaw! VX Ow! CW Because he’s got Lindsay, so he must obviously know something about dealing with the ladies. VX What about you? CW Me? I’m not one for relationships. Just screw me and be done with it. VX You’re a symbol of the feminist movement, you know that? Cuban Wall punches Vitamin X in the jaw! CW Smart ass. VX Okay! Okay! Okay! I’ll call P.R. I haven’t talked to him since Monday, I wonder where he is? CUBAN WALL Well, let’s find out. Vitamin X picks up the telephone in the room and dials PRL’s cellphone number. VX I’ll put it on speakerphone. Vitamin X presses the speakerphone button. The phone rings. After a few seconds, the phone stops ringing, and we hear the sound of screaming kids in the background, along with "You’re Gonna Get Yours" by Public Enemy playing. "THE CORPORATE CHAMPION" THA PUERTO RICAN (Over Speakerphone) H--hello? VX P--P.R.? Are you there? PRL Yeah. VX What’s up, big dogg? PRL Eh, nothing more. (More kids screaming) Just trying not to go insane and suffer hearing loss because of these ROTTEN KIDS back here! VX PR, where you at? PRL I’m in Canada. VX I’m sorry. PRL Yeah. I’m spending Christmas with Lindsay and her family at her parents house in Toronto. We just arrived this morning, and right now, I’m taking Lindsay’s little brats--I mean, her sister and her cousin out to ice cream. (Loud screaming) WOULD YOU PIPE DOWN FOR A SECOND!?!? MS. LINDSAY GONZALEZ Jesus, you don’t have to be so mean. PRL It’s bad enough I’ve got to spend some time with these kids. But if I even have to spend a *minute* with your braindead brother, I am leaving TOMORROW! VX P.R., you know Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly have got a match tonight against D*LUX right? PRL What? Oh, they do? (PRL lowers the volume down on the radio) They’re not fighting for a shot at my belt are they? VX Yup. It’s a #1 Contenders Match. PRL Crap!...What, these kids haven’t heard that word before? When I was 8, I knew all the 7 dirty words you can’t say on television! VX P.R., I was just wondering, you think I should make an appearance during that match? You know, Stacey Robertson’s going to be there. PRL You still like her!? VX Yes. AUORA P.R. smells like poop! PRL Why you little--I DO NOT smell like poop! So, X, you want to make an appearance during the match? Uh...sure. Sure. Go ahead. Go ahead. You have my approval. VITAMIN X Thanks, P.R.! PRL No problem. We hear more of Lindsay’s sister, Auora, and her cousin, Katie, making noise in the back of the car. You can also hear PRL shuddering. PRL Hold on...Okay...if you kids can’t keep your voices down, I am going to turn this car around AND THERE WILL BE NO ICE CREAM FOR ANYBODY! There’s a moment of silence. Then a sound is heard. PRL THAT’S IT! BACK TO WINNIPEG! LINDSAY But they live in Toronto! PRL IT DOESN’T MATTER WHERE THEY LIVE! The kids whine and moan in the back of the car. PRL You see, you see. THIS is why I don’t want kids. I HATE kids! I can’t deal with them AT ALL! VX P.R., you still there? PRL Oh. Yeah, X, I’ll call you back. Later. Bye. PRL hangs up the phone. VITAMIN X Wow, PR really doesn’t like Lindsay’s family at all, does he? CUBAN WALL That’s why I say there should be goverment regulation on to how many kids people should have. VITAMIN X What?...Anyway, we got a match to watch tonight. Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly are going to meet D*LUX. And Stacey’s going to be at ringside! But more importantly, whoever wins gets to meet PR and Popick for the titles. So, we got to pay EXTRA SPECIAL attention to that match, if you know what I mean. CUBAN WALL I sure do, bro. VX All right. Well, let’s go get a ’front row’ seat. Okay? CUBAN WALL Sure. Vitamin X and Cuban Wall get up and leave. X is about to open the door when-- VITAMIN X Goverment regulations? What the fuc-- Cuban Wall punches Vitamin X in the jaw! VX Ow! CUBAN WALL Come on, let’s go! Vitamin X and Cuban Wall leave The Lightning Crew dressing room. The crowd boos. Commercial break Edited December 22, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 22, 2006 COLE Folks, we'd like to take this time to give a quick shout out to all our men and women stationed overseas that are joining us tonight via the Armed Forces Television and Radio networks. Stay safe, guys. COACH HOO-RAH! The bell rings to draw attention to Michael Buffer as he stands in the ring. MICHAEL BUFFER LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! The following match is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit, introducing first… Whoooo-eo-oe-oooooooh! Whua-whua-whuaaaaaaa The crowd starts to cheer as the Long Star Gunslingers make their entrance to the very distinctive sound of Ennio Morricone them to "The Good, the Bad & the Ugly " both Baron Windel and Jock Mulligan high five fans as they head to the ring. Whoooo-eo-oe-oooooooh! Whua-whua-whuaaaaaaa MICHAEL BUFFER Introducing first, from the Lone Star State one half of the Long Star Gunslingers – JOCK MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULIGAN!!! DENG-DENG-DENGDENG!! WO-HA-WOHA!! Jock and Baron leap up on the apron and then turn one more time to wave to the crowd before Jock Mulligan enters the ring, ready for action. MICHAEL BUFFER Coming down the aisle, from Dayton, Ohio – “the Lone Wolf”, here comes JAMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES WOLFENSTEIN!! ”War without end No remorse No repent We don't care what it meant” The rookie comes out from the back wearing a white boxing style robe with black trim and a black lighting bolt on the back and the name “Wolfenstein” written across his shoulders. James heads straight for the ring, not even stopping for a second to take stock of Baron Windel who’s on the floor. ”Another day Another death Another sorrow Another breath No remorse No repent” Jock removes his white jacket while James unties his belt and then carefully hands his robe to a ringside attendant *DING*DING*DING* COLE It’s unusual to see the Gunslingers in singles action Coach COACH Yeah a bit, but you know what they say – it’s better to be a lone gunman than a lonely gunman COLE Yeah … wait what? Jock extends his hand towards James Wolfenstein as a gesture of sportsman ship, a gesture that the rookie reluctantly accepts while looking for any signs of duplicity or sneak attacks. The Gunslingers aren’t the kind of guys who’ll attack you from behind so the handshake goes down without any incidents at all. The two men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up and start to jockey for position, despite being smaller than Wolfenstein Jock uses his leverage and experience to force the rookie into the corner. When the referee instructs him to break Jock just steps back and gives the surprised James Wolfenstein a clean break COLE He didn’t expect that COACH Good, never trust anyone – I’ve always said that. Instead of going for another collar and elbow tie up Wolfenstein explodes out of the corner ready to attack his opponent, but Jock is just a split second too fast for that and manages to wrap his arms around Wolfenstein’s waist and execute a beautiful belly-to-belly suplex that would have made Magnum TA proud. After the belly-to-belly Jock moves up a bit and twists Wolfenstein’s arm into a hammerlock to keep the rookie under control. COACH That was a classic rookie mistake right there, Jock Mulligan was ready for it! James uses his power to force himself back to his feet even thought Jock is still holding on to the hammer lock. One he’s back up James tries to reach through his own legs to grab one of Jock’s but to no avail. The moment he spins out of the hammerlock into one of his own Jock Mulligan continues the motion and ends up in control of the big man once again. With what can only be described as a frustrated look on his face James strikes Jock with a back elbow that knocks the cowboy back against the ropes. The elbow only really stunned Jock who quickly takes advantage of Wolfenstein still having his back to him by winding up for the discus punch and then the second James faces him *POWii* The whirling dervish punch strikes James Wolfenstein flush on the jaw knocking the rookie backwards, sending him stumbling through the ropes to the floor COACH Holy shit, what a blow by Jock Mulligan! COLE He knocked him clean out of the ring Coach, Wolfenstein is in trouble. The rookie staggers to his feet, sailing back and forth on the floor as he sees double after the discus punch from Jock. The Gunslinger stands back in the ring, waiting patiently on his opponent as James Wolfenstein regains his bearings and crawls back inside the ring. COLE He’s tough, you’ve got to give him that Coach COACH He is, I mean he took that blow and he’s still in the match – not that many men could take a blow like that and remain standing. The two men lock up once more with James turning the collar and elbow into a side headlock on his smaller opponent. Jock tries to spin out of it but Wolfenstein has it locked on HARD! The Gunslinger can’t even get out of it by pushing James into the ropes to help push him off. When Mulligan starts to push Wolfenstein forward in the hopes of pushing him into the ropes Wolfenstein releases his opponent letting Jock’s own momentum carry him into the corner. Wolfenstein clenches a fist and the builds up a head of steam for the corner MISS!! Jock leaps over the top rope to the apron as James Wolfenstein crashes into the turnbuckles, then the Gunslinger swiftly scales the ropes to get to the top. When the staggered Wolfenstein turns to face the corner Jock comes off for a flying cross body block. COLE HOLY CRAP! Instead of knocking Wolfenstein down the young rookie stands his ground and catches Jock in mid air. Then he lets himself fall backwards as he throws Jock backwards over his head to the canvas. Wolfenstein rolls over onto his feet, crouching down like a linebacker waiting for the snap. Once Jock is half way up Wolfenstein explodes out of his stance driving his shoulder into Mulligan’s midsection with a hit worthy of the NFL highlight reel YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! COACH That woke up the crowd! Wolfenstein just speared the hell out of Jock Mulligan. COLE He exploded out of the stance, this guy played College football, maybe even in the NFL COACH Did you check the net? I’m sure some nerd got his entire background all mapped out already. COLE Nerds? On the net? Never!. After spearing Jock into the corner Wolfenstein launches into his now familiar series of palm strikes to the head, shoulders and back on Jock Mulligan. After peppering Jock with a series of palm strikes James locks his opponent in a front headlock, then grabs Jock’s white trunks and raises him up in the air and then holds him there. And holds him A bit longer A good 20 seconds or so as all the blood rushes to Jock’s head while James Wolfenstein holds the 242 pound up in the air like he was light as a feather Until *BAM!* He lands a text book delayed suplex on Jock Mulligan that once again gets a positive reaction from the crowd. James gets back to his feet and then pulls Jock back up as well to whip him into the ropes. When James goes for a lariat on his opponent Jock manages to duck under the extended arm, then as he hits the ropes he leaps at James Wolfenstein with the Bandit Kick COLE JAMES MOVED!! The kick didn’t hit it’s target! Wolfenstein takes a half step to the ring out of the path of the foot and then grabs Jock’s boot in mid air, with a twist of his waist he flips Jock to the ground, steps on Mulligan’s left foot and then applies the ankle lock on Jock Mulligan’s right foot twisting it into a very painful looking angle. It only takes about 5 seconds before Jock’s hand hits the mat. * TAP!*TAP!*TAP!* COLE He tapped out!! COACH That must have been really painful man, the foot was like twisted half way around! *DING*DING*DING* MICHAEL BUFFER The winner of the match, “the Lone Wolf” JAMES WOOOOOOOOLFENSTEIN!! Wolfenstein drops the foot and then raises his right hand in the air for a moment before heading for the ropes, he stops for a second as Baron Windel enters the ring to check on his opponent. Either the good Baron said something or maybe he was just in James’ way because the rookie just pushes the Gunslinger out of the way and then exits the right without even looking back. COLE Come on now COACH Hey someone is in your way, you make them move – it’s the only way to get some respect Cole! COLE Either way it was another win for the rookie, Mulligan almost made a fool of him but Wolfenstein’s high impact offence won it for him. SCENE: The city. More specifically, an inner city area. Buildings are worn and torn. Laundry hangs outside apartment windows, even in the brisk air of winter. Snow is falling, and it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. It's also beginning to look like it's time for some more HOOLIGANDA~! *jump cut~!* The scene flashes back, and we see Johnny Jax, Scotty Static, and Jamie O'Hara (the latter wearing a Santa cap and drinking a 40. oz) parading through the streets, looking right at home. STATIC Ain't nothin' like bein' home for the holidays, you know what I'm sayin'? O'HARA When did we get to Atlanta? How much have I bloody drank? Static shoves the smallest of the three Hooligans aside, and O'Hara simply takes another swig. JAX Everyone's in the spirit out here. Some people are naughty... (cut to a shot of someone being inserted into the back of a police car, their hands cuffed behind them) STATIC ...while some are being nice. (a shot of a man and woman, in a very precarious position, is shown...complete with a black box blurring certain "activity") JAX Dammit man, we got kids watching! STATIC Sorry moms and dads, I know that wasn't the package you had in mind for junior! O'HARA Screw this. 'Tis the season for giving and receiving, so I'ma go get me a ho ho ho! O'Hara storms away from the GPX, who look on at their tipsy friend. Jamie goes and approaches a woman of questionable occupation, not exactly dressed for winter weather. As he converses with her, a police car drives by, slowing to a crawl to check out what's going down. O'Hara, angered that the cops are profiling him, starts shouting and waving his arms, daring the cops to come and get him. Johnny and Scotty run up and drag their friend away, but it's too late...the sirens are on and the cops are giving chase! SCOTTY I don't think this is what they had in mind when they talked about "dashing through the snow!" O'HARA Yes they did! Dashing through the snow from one whore's open legs! O'Hara drops his 40. oz during the Hooligans sprint from the authorities, and we fade to a black screen that's soon tagged with spraypaint, stating "HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM THE HOOLIGANS". And now, back to Sofa Central. COLE Hahahaha...oh man, leave it to Jamie O'Hara. COACH J. had the right idea, but at the wrong time! COLE Keep in mind folks the views of The Hooligans are theirs and theirs alon...wait...what do you want!? Michael Cole questions the arrival of Todd Cortez, who simply piefaces the announcer back, and grabs a live mic off the table! CORTEZ Are you KIDDING me? That's the type of crap you people buy into? Let me tell you somethin' about those Hooligans, talkin' about being "home on the streets". Those three vanilla midgets ain't got NO IDEA...NO IDEA what it's like bein' from the streets. The streets to them is all about image...all style but no substance. You think any cops pull THEM over? That they ever got racially profiled? Jumped as soon as they walked out their house for their lunch money? Have to live in the same apartment house as druggies and hookers and killers...the lower rung of society? They ain't NEVER had to live that life. They ain't NEVER had to suffer, but they wanna act like they're hard? Like they're legit? Well let me tell you people somethin'...I don't care which one of them you vote for...that loudmouth Scotty Static, that wannabe Johnny Jax, or that spot monkey O'Hara...come Mainframe Monday, I'm gonna punk off one of those posers, and THAT'S what's real! Cortez throws the mic down, just as Michael Cole is climbing back into his seat. The fans boo the "Urban Legend" as he heads back up the aisleway, and HeldDOWN~! will be back, after this. Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 22, 2006 It's the 76th Annual Angle Awards! LIVE on TSM Sunday, December 31st! COLE That's right folks; one night before our Mainframe Monday special, the Angle Awards, our year-end year in review special, will take place right here on TSM with awards including best PPV of the year and best wrestler of the year. Also, you will see, full and uncut, the matches chosen by the OAOAST stars and staff as our TV, PPV and comedy matches of the year! You shouldn't miss i...... Cole is interrupted as a very famous Aretha Franklin song plays over the PA system. R-E-S-P-E-C-T! COACH What the? As the song plays the Angle-Tron starts to show select highlights from last week’s heartbreaking main event. 0=== Angle-Tron ===0 Bruce is still in the corner using it to hold himself up after the match but looking like he’s on top of the world as he pulled it off, he’s done it. 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. R-E-S-P-E-C-T! 0=== Angle-Tron ===0 Despite the fans chanting for him not to do it Zack stands his ground, turning towards Blank again...and extending his hand, with a defeated and disgusted look on his face. 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 and saying something to his nemesis. R-E-S-P-E-C-T! 0=== Angle-Tron ===0 Malibu pulls away in anger and immediately exits the ring, heading up the aisle, while Blank basks in the glory of victory. The camera follows Zack Malibu as he takes the long, lonely walk to the back with his head held down. The camera captures the raw emotion, the disgust, the anger and the frustration of him being forced to reach out and shake Bruce’s hand in a sign of respect. R-E-S-P-E-C-T! 0=== Angle-Tron ===0 Bruce remains in the ring, both fists raised in the air as he celebrates his biggest victory to date. Grinning from ear to ear because he knows he dealt a devastating blow to Zack Malibu, in fact a devastating blow to all of the OAOAST who never thought they’d see the day where Zack Malibu would be forced to respect a man that’s been haunting him for so long. R-E-S-P-E-C-T! After playing the recap it loops back to the handshake and repeats the image of Zack Malibu shaking Bruce’s hand over and over again. After the third handshake or so golden fireworks go off to the left and the right of the Angle-Tron as Bruce Blank steps into the spotlight. * BAP!* BAP!* BAP!* BAP!* BAP!* BAP!* BAP!* BAP!* The Redneck Superman is one big smile, a huge arrogant, condescending grin from ear to ear as he stops under the Angle-Tron, turns around and then watches Zack shake his hand. COLE God I had hoped we had seen the last of him COACH I dunno… if Zack Malibu respects him, maybe you should too COLE What are you saying? COACH Maybe we were wrong about the guy Michael, if he can earn Zack’s respect and all. Coach is probably the only human being in the arena even contemplating that idea as the rest of the crowd seem pretty unified in their hatred and disapproval of the Wildcarder. Not that Bruce cares mind you, after all he’s on top of the world right now, he’s even bought himself a nice suit (30 bucks at Wal-Mart) and he may even have showered for this momentous occasion. COLE I don’t want to hear him brag about beating Zack Malibu, I can’t take it Coach And with that Michael Cole gets up from his seat and walks away from the ring, leaving before Bruce has a chance to get a microphone. COACH Michael? Where you going man??... Mikey??.... Well good I never liked him anyway! BRUCE BLANK Well, well, well AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHOLE!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHOLE!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHOLE!! Bruce can’t help but laugh as the crowd lets him know exactly what they think of him. BRUCE BLANK Yes, yes that’s true… but I’m an asshole who’s got Zack Malibu’s respect!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! BRUCE BLANK Last week Malibu finally showed everyone that he can take it like a man and admit that I am the better man here, that I am the superior wrestler in the OAOAST COACH Now I wouldn’t go THAT far… BRUCE BLANK You all saw it, he reached out and grabbed *this* hand Bruce holds up his right hand like it’s a sacred artifact and grins. BRUCE BLANK He shook it and then he said “You know Bruce I was wrong, you were right – I am nothing compared to you big man!” BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BRUCE BLANK It may not seem like he’d have time to say all that but trust me, I was there, it was VERY CLEAR that it was his message last Thursday. And now with Zack conquered I have no fear in making following proclamation. Bruce points to the Angle-Tron MISSION ACCOMPLISHED BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BRUCE BLANK That’s right, mission accomplished! I came, I saw and I conquered the OAOAST!! TODD CORTEZ Bruce!! Bruce I hate to interrupt you. Todd Cortez steps through the curtains followed closely behind by Bloodshed BRUCE BLANK Hey Todd, something wrong? TODD CORTEZ Wrong? What could be wrong after last Thursday? No in fact something is very, very right! You see we just got word that the Angle-Award ballots have been tallied and well it’s very clear that YOU!... have been voted Mr. OAOAST! COACH WHAT?? Cortez and Bloodshed reach through the curtains and then pull out a huge 7 foot tall golden trophy complete with the OAOAST logo and an engraved plaque that says “Bruce Blank – MR. OAOAST!” and everything COACH Hey wait a minute! There was no Mr. OAOAST voting on the Angle-Awards! BRUCE BLANK Are you serious? TODD CORTEZ Very, apparently with Zack Malibu’s endorsement *YOU* are the only one worthy of the name “Mr. OAOAST” The crowd boos and jeers as the Wildcarders carry the big trophy to the ring and then present it to Bruce Blank. The Redneck Superman wipes a little tear from his eye as he looks at the trophy. BRUCE BLANK You like me… you really, really like me. BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BRUCE BLANK You know when I came here to the OAOAST I had a dream…. Of course that one had naked women in it but this is pretty damn good too ha, ha, ha! I would just like to thank the people who made this award possible. I’d like to thank Bloodshed and Cortez, they are the wind beneath my wings Todd just laughs while Bloodshed shakes his head trying to not show any emotions. BRUCE BLANK I’d like to thank Todd Cortez for bringing me into the federation and for finally admitting that I am the better man. I would also like to thank the fans, you never stopped believing in me, you never stopped chanting my name BRUCE SUCKS!! BRUCE SUCKS!! BRUCE SUCKS!! BRUCE SUCKS!! BRUCE BLANK There you go again, you guys are the greatest. Oh and one more person I’d like to thank: ME! If I wasn’t so great then it might have been difficult to beat Zack Malibu… TWICE. If I wasn’t so great then I wouldn’t be worthy of being Mr. OAOAST COACH Maybe Cole had the right idea after all. BRUCE BLANK Having now become Mr. OAOAST it’s only a matter of time before I unseat Mr. Phantom Champion so that this federation can *FINALLY* have a world champion they can be proud off. COACH World Title??... Bruce wants a shot at the world title? No *beep*ing way. BRUCE BLANK After having to suffer through one inept world champion after another – Peter Knight, Alfdogg, Drek Stone and on and on it’s time for the true Mr. OAOAST to rise to the top! Thank you!! “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” kicks in as Bruce turns away from the camera and then picks up his gigantic trophy. COACH Thank god Bruce can’t just book himself in a world title match, thank god for Angle-Sault being in charge. Trust me fans he’ll never let that happen! COLE Ugh. Well, fortunately Bruce is NOT one of the choices that you have in the World Title match at Mainframe Monday. As announced at the top of the show, Drek Stone will defend his OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship on New Year's Day. Your choices a star from the past in OAOAST Legend CWM, a star from the present, former OAOAST Champion Tony Brannigan, and someone who proclaims that he is the future of this company, Landon Maddix. Simply log on to www.OAOAST.com and click on the big Mainframe Monday banner to submit your ballot. Voting will remain open up until just moments before each match, so Drek Stone will not know his opponent until match time! COACH The Man is holding him down again. COLE Here are the rest of your choices. The Mainframe Monday logo pops on the screen. The graphics for each match come up as a voiceover explains. V.O. Which Hooligan will face the "Urban Legend" Todd Cortez? A) Scotty Static B) Johnny Jax C) Jamie O'Hara The next graphic comes up. V.O. Bohemoth, Thunderkid and Reject will battle in a triple threat match. Which OAOAST Championship will be on the line? A) OAOAST Heartland Title B) OAOAST X Title C) OAOAST 24/7 Title V.O. The OAOAST Tag Team Titles will be defended in a multiple team match. Which match will it be? A) Over The Top Rope Battle Royal B) Triple Chance Battle Royal C) Tag Team Turmoil Match V.O. Brock Ausstin and The Manitoba Mammoth Deon Black will face-off. Which match is big enough for these two monsters? A) Street fight B) Steel Cage match C) Table match V.O. D*LUX will face off against Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua. Which match will you choose? A) Tables Match B) Steel Cage Match C) Latino Thug Street Fight V.O. Los Conquistadors against Los Diablos Del Fuego: which match? A) Mexican Deathmatch B) Barbed Wire Coal Miner's Glove C) Inflatable Sheep On A Pole V.O. And finally, twenty of the OAOAST's top X-Division stars will face off in a New Year's Knock Out battle royal. Nineteen spots are filled, but the twentieth is up to you. Which former X-Division star do you want to see? A) The Amazing Rando B) The Superstar C) Ultimo Villaño X V.O. It's Mainframe Monday, the OAOAST's first ever interactive show. Go to OAOAST.com to vote now! Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 22, 2006 A piano plays a melody, causing the crowd to cheer. The lights go down in the arena, turning back on in tune with the melody. "COME ON!" *BOOM~!* Pyro explodes, leaving behind fire that burns on both sides of the entrance. "Gasolina (Remix)" by Daddy Yankee featuring Lil’ Jon and Pitbull starts playing. The crowd cheers loudly. Colombian Heat dances his way out through the curtains. Heat raises his hands, acknowledging the fans. Colombian Heat points to both sides of the entrance, asking if they 'wanna see it'. And they do, so the doors part and Stacey Robertson follows her man out. Heat smiles at Stacey and pecks her on the cheek before walking to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, to determine the Number One Contenders to the HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship! Introducing team number one. First, accompanied to the ring by his girlfriend and manager, Stacey Robinson! Originally from Bogotá, Colombia but now residing in Miami, Florida. Weighing in at one hundred, eighty pounds... CCOOOOOLLLOOOOMMMBBIIIIIAAAAANN HHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAATT!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE This has been brewing for a while, Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly taking on D*LUX to determine who gets the next shot at the HI-YAH Tag Champions, PRL and Stephen Joseph Popick. This stems back to a more innocent time, when we believed PRL and Popick were on the level and lured in then champions D*LUX. Now, Heat and Fly tried to warn D*LUX back then not to trust them but D*LUX didn't heed their advice and ended up paying the price. But on top of that, they also attacked Heat and Fly a few weeks back. COACH All part of the plan of course. COLE Right. And although Heat and Fly 'saved' D*LUX from a beatdown back at November Reign, they made it very clear that they didn't do it for them and all was not forgiven. So, we come to tonight as these two teams go two on two for the first time. Colombian Heat gets off the second turnbuckle, and points to the entrance. "Gasolina (Remix)" by Daddy Yankee featuring Lil’ Jon and Pitbull dies down. The lights go down in the arena again. Two spotlights shine on the entrance. After five seconds... *BOOM~!* Spanish Fly shoots out from underneath the entrance stage with pyro behind him. Spanish Fly raises his right hand in the air causing the crowd to cheer. "Krokodilamadurinn" by Quarashi starts playing as Spanish Fly points to both sides of the arena and then walks to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. BUFFER And his partner. Originally from Tijuana, Mexico but now residing in San Diego, California. Standing 4’11" and weighing in at one hundred and seventy five pounds... SSSPPAAAAAAAAAANNIIIIIISSSSSHHHHHHH... FFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Spanish Fly, throws his trademark visor into the crowd as he jogs down the aisle, up the steps and into the ring. A high-five is exchanged between the partners before Fly scales the turnbuckles and fires up the crowd. Fly then leaps from the ropes and takes his position as Colombian Heat brandishes a microphone. HEAT NOW, if all ya'll are ready to see dem boyband suckers get beat down like suckaaaas... and ya'll wanna see me 'n mah boi, Spanish Fly, make dem all'z feel the Heat, then make some noise UP IN THIS-- "BI-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATCH~!" The crowd cheers along with the catchphrase. But, noteably, there are some boos mixed in with the cheers and Heat gets rid of the mic.. COLE Looks like we've got a bit of a crowd split. Obviously plenty of D*LUX fans in the audience. COACH Or some grammar scholars. What the hell does 'all'z' mean? "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!" That intro to A1's "First To Believe", can only mean one thing. Well, two if you count the unimpressed look from the opposition in the ring at the choice of song. The other is D*LUX's entrance. Jade Rodez is first to emerge, her team gathering around her, "Showtime" Shayne Brave and "Tremendous" Tyler Bryant hitting a triumphant pose on either side of their manager, decked out in all purple denim. Jade and her team soak up the energy of the crowd before Jade points the way on to the ring. And Shayne and Tyler do just that, as Fly and Heat beckon them on. BUFFER And, introducing the opponents. Accompanied to the ring by their manager, Jade Rodez! At a total combined weight of three hundred and eighty eight pounds... the two-time former HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions... the team of "TREMENDOUS" TYLER BRYANT... "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE BRAVE... they are D*LLLLLUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE The former champions who last week won their rematch, but only via disqualification thanks to interference from Mr. Boricua. And D*LUX are pencilled in to compete on New Year's Day at Mainframe Monday, taking on Boricua and Cuban Wall in one of three matches; a Tag Team Tables Match, a Steel Cage Match or a Latino Thug Street Fight. COACH Either way, they're going to get squashed like bugs, just like last week. COLE And that's an interesting point. Will D*LUX be 100% tonight after the beating put upon them one week ago? COACH Of course not. When The Lightning Crew do a beatdown, they make it stick. D*LUX walk to the ring as usual. But as the trash talk coming their way from the ring intensifies, their walk begins to pick up speed, D*LUX not about to back down from the fight as they rush the ring and instantly start to slug it out with Heat and Fly! *DINGDINGDING!* Uncharacteristic for these two teams, it's an all out brawl from the bell. Heat and Tyler, Fly and Shayne, battling it out in mid ring as the crowd go wild. Not for one particular team, but for the action they're providing as they battle it out. COLE 100% or not, D*LUX are here to fight! COACH Not for long though. Heat and Fly know as well as anyone D*LUX are still hurting from last week and they're going to give them no reprieve what-so-ever tonight. Heat ends up getting the better of Tyler and pitches him to the floor, before jumping Shayne from behind to help out Spanish Fly. Fly and Heat then team up with a double irish whip, shooting Shayne off into the ropes. He manages to hook the rope and come to a stop though, prompting Fly to run at him. But Shayne ducks his head, backdropping Fly over the top... ...AND ONTO TYLER!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE Woah! Shayne Brave certainly didn't intend that. No time for Shayne to mourn over that though, as here comes Colombian Heat. Heat swings with a clothesline but Shayne runs right underneath it, hitting the ropes himself and knocking Heat down on the rebound with a big Flying Clothesline! Fired up, Shayne then plays to the crowd before actually encouraging Heat to get back to his feet. As he does so, off the ropes goes Shayne again. He forgets all about Spanish Fly though, who is just climbing onto the apron. Shayne ends up bumping into Fly, who falls off the apron... ...and right into the arms of Tyler Bryant, who CATCHES Fly, turns 180... *THUD!* ...and hotshots him on the ring apron! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE This time Tyler was ready and Spanish Fly pays for it. COACH Good job he's happy wearing masks. He might need one after that, to cover his face. More so than before. Back in the ring meanwhile, Shayne has stumbled forward and into a right hand from Colombian Heat. Another right connects. And another. Heat turns to the crowd with "Showtime" reeling and does the DANCE~!, giving Brave a little Shake, Rattle and Roll action as he lands a final big punch to knock him down! Colombian Heat then backs off the ropes and does the SHIMMY~!, dropping the Shaky Leg Kneedrop and hooking the leg for the cover... 1... 2... Tyler breaks the fall up. COLE Well, I was going to say that the referee has lost all control, but I'm not sure he had it in the first place. This is just a brawl here! COACH The nice guys explode, I love it! Tyler gives Heat a taste of his own medicine with a series of quick jabs as he reaches his feet. A boot then doubles Heat up, setting him up for an irish whip... NO, reversed. Tyler hits the ropes and on the rebound Heat scoops him up... and over. Tyler lands on his feet behind the Colombian, spinning him around and scooping him up... and over, Heat landing behind Tyler now. Grabbing the arm and head, Heat looks for the Bong Hit, but an elbow to the gut breaks that up. Another elbow fends Heat off and Tyler hits the ropes, charging back... and getting cut off with a beautiful Standing Dropkick!! COLE Amazing agility there! Concerned about his boyband good looks, Tyler checks all his facial features are intact. Heat has no such concerns though and he boots Tyler down, then makes the pin... 1... 2... Kickout. Heat grabs a side headlock on Tyler to keep him in close control. It doesn't last long though, as Tyler pushes him off into the ropes. Back comes Heat with a shoulder block, managing to knock Tyler down. Cover... 1... 2... Kickout, Tyler pushing Heat off to his feet. COLE Pace is picking up here, as you'd expect from these two teams. Heat hits the ropes again, but this time Tyler leapfrogs over the top. Back bounces Heat again, caught by surprise as from out of nowhere Shayne Brave runs in with a forearm strike. Wobbling, Heat falls into the ropes while D*LUX regroup, before combining to send Heat for the ride with a double irish whip. A double clothesline is thrown, but Heat ducks underneath, continuing off the ropes and looking for a double clothesline of his own. A combined set of ducks and trailing knees leave him doubled over in pain though and prone for a D*LUX double team. Tyler hits a kick to the back, followed up with a kick from the front by Shayne, leaving Heat on his knees as D*LUX both take a quick step back... *SMACK!* *SMACK!* ...and CRUSH Heat's head with stereo basement dropkicks!! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE New Kicks On The Block! COACH Well, at least there's one person in the arena who'll still appreciate that reference, eh Mikey? You're of the right age and musical taste. COLE Don't hate. As Heat stares vacantly into the distance, Tyler pulls him down by the basketball jersey and makes the pin... 1... Shayne keeping guard... 2... No! Despite the kickout, Stacey Robertson is worried and she tries to get the crowd in her man's corner, leading the chants of "HEAT!", "HEAT!" "HEAT!" "HEAT!" "HEAT!" "HEAT!" D*LUX set up another double-team, referee Nick Patrick apparantly happy to let things go still without any of those pesky tags and rules. Another double whip sends Heat off the ropes, D*LUX trying again for a double clothesline. Underneath goes Heat again though and he drops and rolls, getting out of the way as Spanish Fly suddenly SOARS into view, springboarding off the top and landing a Springboard Dropkick, one foot for each boybander!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Spanish Fly is so explosive! He can come from out of nowhere and catch you totally by surprise because of that amazing speed and agility! COACH And the fact he's so short. COLE What!? COACH Well, you can't see him coming because he's about a foot under your line of vision. COLE Would you stop! Quickly evening the odds, Fly sends Shayne Brave out of the ring. Over rushes Jade to check on "Showtime", while Fly targets "Tremendous" Tyler, running the ropes and wiping him out with a crossbody block... 1... 2... No! Both men are quickly back up but quickest is Spanish Fly still, weaving underneath Tyler's lunging arms and springboarding up to the middle rope, flying back with a Quebrada Press that wipes Bryant out and leaves him down for the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Fly whips the crowd into a frenzy as he sets Tyler up yet once more. Shooting at Tyler legs first, Fly feeds himself into a wheelbarrow position. Pushing off the canvas, the little luchadore then arches back up for the Rube Goldberg Bulldog... ...NO, COUNTERED, Tyler bouncing Fly on the back of his head with a back suplex!! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH That'll cut any flying off in a hurry. As Fly settles holding his neck, Tyler crawls on top for the cover... 1... 2... But Colombian Heat interrupts the count! "D - LUX!" "D - LUX!" "D - LUX!" "D - LUX!" Now it's Jade's turn to play cheerleader, drawing a scowl from Stacey. In the ring it's Heat and Tyler going toe to toe. Heat gets the better of the exchange of right hands and goes to the gut with a knee, before firing off a couple more rights. An irish whip then follows, Tyler bouncing off the ropes and right back into a Leg Lariat attack from Colombian Heat! Down he goes, as Heat turns to the fans and yells out a mighty "WHERE THE HOOD AT"? COLE We're about to see a little bit of Rolling Thunder, I think. Heat backs off the ropes and rolls... ...but the Thunder is cut off, as Shayne Brave slides back in and dropkicks Heat on his way back up!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Heat rolled right into that one, literally! Shayne dives on top with the cover... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Shayne now helps Tyler back to his feet and the tag team specialists are ready to do what they do best, which isn't sing by the way. It's tag team manouveres. COLE PRL and Popick are watching on somewhere and I'm sure they're happy with how this is going. When the number one contendership will be cashed in isn't clear, but either way, these two teams are doing the Champions' bidding for them right now. They're pushing each other to their limits, just to get a shot at PRL and Popick who are sitting with their feet up right now no doubt. D*LUX go downstairs on Heat with a double elbow. Grabbing an arm and a leg each, Shayne and Tyler then lift Heat up and bring him down across the knees with the double gutbuster! COLE The Cowell Movement! Before either man can make a cover, Spanish Fly launches in with a Front Dropkick, taking out Shayne Brave. Tyler Bryant reacts quickly though and clotheslines the masked man down, before finally capitalising on Heat with the cover... 1... 2... KICKOUT!! Only a two, which gives Stacey Robertson a little hope, pounding the apron and encouraging Heat to get back up. COACH Wow, look at her, huh? COLE That's the first time you've looked up from that laptop all match. You must be smitten. COACH I googled her and didn't find anything, so you take what you can. COLE How very disturbing. Deciding to pursue Spanish Fly, Tyler runs the ropes and throws a Yakuza Kick at the masked Mexican. Fly doesn't have too far south to go to duck it though, which he does, schoolboying Tyler over... 1... 2... NO!! Scrambling back up, Tyler manages to trap Fly in a front facelock. After a quick crank of the hold he then hooks Fly up for a suplex, hooking the tights and taking him up and over. All the way over, as Fly lands on his feet behind Tyler. A quick back elbow leaves Fly dazed though, falling to one knee as Tyler spins around... *SMACK!* ...AND LANDS A SHINING ENZIGURI!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh, my! COACH Knockout city! Fly is OUT! Out indeed, Fly slumping over himself and to the canvas. Tyler cradles the head and the leg and turns Fly over, into the pinning predicament as Patrick slides over... 1... 2... 3- NO!! SAVE BY COLOMBIAN HEAT!! COACH What a cheat. Heat pleads some innocence with the referee, but that doesn't seem to be enough for Jade Rodez, who starts to complain to the referee. That doesn't sit well with Stacey though and she marches around the ring, pushing Jade in the shoulder and pointing a finger in her face! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH OOOOHHH YEESSS!! COLE Jade and Stacey squaring off! Get ready for the fur to fly! "CAT - FIGHT!" "CAT - FIGHT!" "CAT - FIGHT!" "CAT - FIGHT!" The two proud females argue on the outside and seeing this, Colombian Heat ducks out of the ring motioning for Jade to 'get outta mah girl's grill'. Jade continues to plead her case though, as here comes Shayne Brave. Leaping off his feet, "Showtime" Shayne drills Heat with a dropkick... ...and Heat's foot gets caught on the middle rope as he stumbles from the apron... ...RIGHT INTO STACEY ROBERTSON!!!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH OH NO! COLE Oh my! Colombian Heat just fell right out onto his girlfriend on the floor! And I think he might have hit his head on the concrete when he landed... COACH Who cares about him!? Is Stacey okay!? Both Heat and Stacey end up KOed on the arena floor as a hush seems to descend on at least some of the crowd. Jade, having just got out of harm's way, looks on in shock as Shayne Brave also seems shocked at what just happened, certainly not his intention to hurt an innocent bystander. Having not seen what happened, Tyler pulls Shayne away though to get back to the match and to Spanish Fly. COLE This doesn't look good. If you can hear me in the back, we need some help out here for Stacey... COACH Don't worry, here comes the help! Pan to the entrance way, as out jogs a very concerned looking... ...VITAMIN X!?! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Vitamin X!? What the hell is he doing out here!? COACH Helping Stacey, what does it look like!? As he approaches the ring, X drops to his knees and brushes the hair out of Stacey's eyes, checking to see if she's conscious. He sees oddly familiar with signs of consciousness in females flat on their back, but let's not go there. In any event, X sees that Stacey needs help and quickly scoops her motionless body off the concrete, cradling her in his arms as he heads for the back!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH *applauds* What a gentlemen! COLE Gentleman!? He's taking Colombian Heat's girlfriend... well, he's... where IS he taking her!? COACH To get medical assistance! COLE God I sure hope so. Wherever Vitamin X is going, he's going there pretty quickly. Back at ringside meanwhile, Colombian Heat has come to his senses and looks around trying to find where Stacey ended up to check on her. He looks up just as X disappears through the sliding doors with Stacey in his arms. And without a second though to the contrary, the groggy Heat abandons the match and goes after his girlfriend! COLE Wait a minute... Heat is leaving! COACH Ha, poor Spanish Fly. He's been abandoned. I don't blame Heat one bit, but still. COLE Well Heat is out of here and it looks bad for Spanish Fly now. This is now a two on one match, which could very well become a glorified handicap match! D*LUX aren't going to cry over spilt milk. If Colombian Heat wants to leave, so be it. They've got Spanish Fly to worry about still as they shoot him off into the ropes, sweeping the masked man over with a Double Hiptoss! Tyler and Shayne then give the signal that it's over, as "Showtime" Shayne heads to the top rope. Tyler meanwhile turns Fly over onto his front, stepping over and trying to lock him in the lucha-libre inspired 'pendulum'. However, Fly fights his arms away and manages to roll onto his back, getting his feet up into the gut and pushing Tyler off into the ropes... ...WHICH IN TURN CROTCHES SHAYNE BRAVE ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Shayne ends up bent-double on the top, as Tyler tries to apologise to his partner. Remembering there's a match to get on with, Tyler then turns around, but gets dropkicked down by Fly! COLE Fly needs to capitalise now if he stands any chance of pulling the victory out! He's got one man incapacitated and the other man down. He has to strike and strike now! Hopping over Tyler, Fly quickly scales the ropes in front of Shayne and takes a moment to steady himself up top. Taking a look back to check his ring positioning, Fly then leaps up, snaring Shayne around the head and bringing him off the top with a Super Hurricanrana... ...RIGHT DOWN ON TOP OF "TREMENDOUS" TYLER!!!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE TWO FOR ONE! D*LUX ARE DOWN! COACH You're joking... Having landed on his feet, back up top goes Spanish Fly in one swift movement... ...MOOOOOOOOOONSAULT!!! COLE HE GOT HIM... 1... 2... 3!!!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE ...HE GOT HIM! UNBELIEVABLE!! *DINGDINGDING!* "Krokodilamadurinn" hits and Spanish Fly can barely believe it, Shayne Brave's last lunge coming seconds too late! Fly quickly scuttles out of the ring and leaps onto the barricade, into the arms of some of the front row fans as Jade and D*LUX are left in despair. BUFFER Your winners of the match and the number one contenders to the HI-YAH World Tag Team Championship... COLOMBIAN HEAT and SPAAAANNIIIISSSHHHH FFFFFLLLLLLYYYYYY!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Fly finally pulls himself away from the fans and goes back up the aisle tagging hands, leaving D*LUX behind, a very Un-Merry Christmas for them. COLE Despite two on one odds at the end, Spanish Fly, with a little bit of luck and some quick thinking, picks up the victory for his team! And he and Colombian Heat, they will therefore get the shot at PRL and Stephen Joseph Popick's HI-YAH Tag Team Titles! COACH I don't see why that should happen now. Fly won the match solo, it should be PRL and Popick versus Spanish Fly for the titles. To hell with Colombian Heat. COLE That's ridiculous, but what should I expect I guess. Fact is, Heat and Fly WILL get the shot at the belts. I just hope that Heat catches up with Stacey and Vitamin X. What X is thinking, I'm not sure if we really want to know. Back with more HeldDOWN after this! Commercial break Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 22, 2006 (edited) The camera cuts to the emergency room where Vitamin X is with an unconcious Stacey Robertson. The crowd boos the moment VX is on screen. X is pacing back and forth, very worried for Stacey. VITAMIN X Stacey? STACEY!? Stacey, can you hear me? Stacey? STACEY!? Vitamin X touches Stacey’s face. He shakes her by her shoulders, desperately trying to wake her up. VX Stacey! Come on! Come on Stacey! Wake up! Wake up! Please. Oh God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Please. Please, Stacey! Please. Please wake up. WAKE UP! WAKE UP! The X-Man is unable to get the girl of his dreams to wake up for him. He takes a deep breath, and then stands over her. Vitamin X looks all over the emergency room to make sure no one else is there. VITAMIN X God, I think all those clothes are restricting you from waking up. Here, let me take off your bra. That ought to give you some air and wake you up! Vitamin X starts unbuttoning Stacey’s grey shirt. He is just about done unbuttoning when-- COLOMBIAN HEAT THAT’S MY GIRL, YOU BITCH! Colombian Heat launches an attack on Vitamin X! The crowd cheers as Colombian Heat gets on top of Vitamin X and starts punching him in the face repeatdely. Heat stands up and stomps on Vitamin X’s stomach. Stacey finally begins waking up. HEAT Punk jigga! Punk mother--Sucka! Bitch ass! BITCH! Security enters the emergency room and crowds around Colombian Heat. They pull him away from Vitamin X. Heat tries to escape the hold of the security guards, but can’t, despite constant shouts of "LET ME GO, SON! LET ME GO!" COLOMBIAN HEAT You stay away from her! YOU BETTA STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM HER, YOU PUNK SUCKA! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU! I’S SWEAR TO GOD, I AM GOING TO HURT YOU IF YOU COME NEAR HER AGAIN! GET OFF ME, G! Vitamin X is dazed and confused. He lies on the floor while Stacey sits up and covers herself with her hands, wondering what just in the hell is going on. HEAT GET OFF ME! Cut to Double C~! COLE I don’t believe this! The NERVE of Vitamin X! Trying to take advantage of Stacey’s unconcious state! What kind of a man is he!? COACH Hey, he was just caught up in the moment! COLE Caught up in the moment, my ass! You saw what he did, Coach! He was unbuttoning her shirt! Thankfully, Colombian Heat came to her rescue, but God only knows what kind of sick things Vitamin X would do to her if Colombian Heat wasn’t there! COACH I think I have an idea. COLE No, Coach. NO! I don’t even want to THINK about that! COACH Of course you wouldn’t. Stacey’s a girl. COLE O...never mind. Never mind. Coach, lets--lets just move on. Okay? Okay. (ahem) Up next is the debut of a tag team who's been heating up the rings of HI-GATE in Japan, Royalty Of The Ring. Previous OAOAST X-Division wrestler Alex Bryant's been in Japan for the past couple of years, honing his craft with occasional American appearances. Standing 5'10 and weighing in at just over 200 pounds, he was having success in the junior heavyweight realm of Japanese wrestling, but wanted more. Recently, he's found quite the team with a rather-large German-born competitor named Zangief Carpentier, standing 6'6 and weighing 260 pounds, but with the agiliity of a man half his size. Both men are skilled in the European style of pro wrestling, but have thrown their talents together to create some of the most impressive double-team manuevers in the business today. COACH They come to us as the current HI-GATE Duos Champions, as well as the tag team champions of British promotion European Wrestling Union. Tonight, they make their debut in America as a team, looking for World Title status, starting their journey towards the OAOAST World Tag Team Championship! Let's go to some pre-recorded comments from the Royalty! (Cut to Bryant & Zangief, wearing matching green tights, with "ROYALTY" down the sides of the legs in white, and long, green, sleeveless robes at the HeldDOWN~! Interview Set! They are wearing their title belts around their waist, with the EWU belts further up their torso than the HI-GATE belts) ALEX BRYANT OAOAST...last time I was here, I came in with some breakdancing fool who lasted in wrestling as long as teenagers in the sack. I come back, not as a man, but as a KING, as I've conquered the world with my new partner here, Zangief Carpentier, standing at an impressive six feet, six inches tall, with the body of a Greek God and the mind of a rocket scientist! One-third French, one-third German, one-third AMAZING! We went to Europe, they had no match for us. We went to Japan...no sweat broken. Now, we come to America with one goal in mind: one more set of belts to go around these beautiful waists! Let these people hear your beautiful voice, Zangief! ZANGIEF CARPENTIER Könige Herrschen Oberst! Wir werden erobern! ***************** Cut to a shot of the ring, with two wrestlers already in it, both pale, stringy-haired, and skinny. BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall. Already in the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of 384 pounds...Joey Bradley and Darren Udds! "We Are the Champions" starts up, as the lights come down to one spotlight by the entrance. As the chorus starts up, a hole in the stage opens, and up rises The Royalty of the Ring, wearing their flashy green robes and facing the crowd. They face one another and shake hands, then walk to the ring, waving to the crowd... BUFFER And THEIR opponents...from Germany by way of South Detroit, they weigh in at a combined weight of 480 pounds...Alex Bryant and Zangief Carpentier...the ROYALLLLTY of the RIIIIIIING! The spotlight follows them into the ring, as they politely scrape the bottom of their boots on the ring curtain, then enter the ring, go down to one knee, and cross their arms over their chest. The lights come up, as the Royalty slowly disrobe, and carefully hand their belts to the ring attendant. ALEX BRYANT If you drop those belts, we'll treat you like the whore you are! *DING DING* Alex Bryant starts off with Joey Bradley. They quickly lock up, and Bryant gets a headlock. Joey backs him up to the ropes, then shoves him off. Bryant runs and bounces off of the ropes, sending Joey down with a shoulderblock, then blows snot on him. Alex bounces off of the ropes and Joey rolls over for a dropdown...but Alex performs a rolling senton across his back. Bryant rolls to his feet and bows, then pulls Joey up and shoves him in Royalty's corner. Alex tags out to Zangief, and both members of Royalty back up. Alex lays down on his back and has Zangief grab his legs. They roll forward and that shoots Alex into hitting a shoulder charge to Joey's gut. COLE Creative double-team move! Carpentier pulls Joey out of the corner and immediately lifts him into a vertical suplex, of which he holds up, walking around the ring, as the crowd counts how long he holds Joey up, catching on at eight... EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN! EIGHTEEN! NINETEEN! TWENTY! TWENTY-ONE! TWENTY-TWO! TWENTY-THREE! TWENTY-FOUR! TWENTY-FIVE! TWENTY-SIX! TWENTY-SEVEN! TWENTY-EIGHT! TWENTY-NINE! THIRTY! ...And Zangief drops him! Carpentier refuses to go for a cover, choosing to shove Bradley back into his team's corner. Zangief tags out to Alex, who climbs to the top rope. Carpentier snapmares Bradley out of the corner, allowing Alex to hit a nice top rope Hennig neck snap! Zangief goes back to the corner, as Alex ties all of Joey's limbs up, then rolls him onto his face, a tactic known in Mexico as "el nudo". Alex then steps on Joey's back with one foot and strikes a pose for the photographers in the crowd! COLE This guy isn't full of himself whatsoever... Alex stops the pose, then leaps up and hits a back senton, breaking the knot up! Alex pulls Bradley up with a front facelock, then tags out to Zangief once again. Carpentier goes up top, as Alex turns Joey around for a neckbreaker. Zangief comes off of the top rope and nails a flying kneedrop to the stomach as Alex brings Joey down with the neckbreaker! Zangief rolls through and spits on Darren Udds in his corner. Darren tries getting into the ring, distracting the referee. The Royalty take advantage, as Zangief goes back over and lifts Joey in a torture rack position. He then proceeds to spin Joey around so that he's able to fluidly drive him down with a Dominator with his left arm, right on Alex's knee! Bryant chains that so that he has Joey in a Russian legsweep position, as Zangief comes off of the ropes and assists the Russian legsweep with a diving European uppercut! COACH You HAVE to admit, these guys have some insane talent! The crowd applauds politely, as Darren Udds jumps into the ring illegally and runs right into a boot to the stomach from Zangief! Zangief then does a tilt-a-whirl, flinging Udds up by the legs, then drives him down into a front Lungblower by Alex! Zangief converts his grip to a wheelbarrow, and hurls Udds out of the ring, through the ropes! Alex goes up top, as Zangief lifts Joey Bradley up on his shoulders for an electric chair. The referee's lost all control, as Alex leaps high up off of the top rope and basically does a tilted double-stomp to Joey's upper-chest/shoulder-area! But, Zangief shows off insane power, holding onto Joey's legs as he hangs limp behind Zangief, on his shoulders. Carpentier then SLAMS his opponent to the mat with a reverse Alabama Slam, as Joey bounces off of the mat face-first! Carpentier goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! BUFFER YOUR WINNEEEEERS....the RRRRROYALTY of the RIIIIIIIING! Zangief shows off his agility, kipping up off of the mat. Alex and Zangief shake hands in the middle of the ring, and then force the referee and ring attendant to put their title belts on them. COLE It's one thing to demand respect because you deserve it, but this is ridiculous... The Royalty shake hands with cheesy grins on their faces, then blow kisses and wave to the crowd. They exit the ring, waving to their "loyal subjects". COACH You might not like the tactics, but that was an impressive debut for the newest team in the OAOAST, definately one to look out for! ---------------------------------------- Looking for that last minute gift? Want free shipping? Well, forget going to OAOAST.com if you are too cheap to pay for overnight shipping because we won't be able to send it out to you three friggin' days before Christmas without getting some extra scratch in return! Good going.... Grinch. ------------------------------------------- * DING DING DING * BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the next contest...one fall, 15 minute time limit. Currently in the ring, accompanied by their advisor MACKENZIE DECENZO... "BOOOOOOOOOOOO!" BUFFER (CONT'D) ...the self proclaimed meanest and baddest men in all of Latin America, the always unpredictable...LOS CONQUISADOOOOOORRRRRRRSSSSSSS! Mackie points to her clients, who raise their gold fists in the air. COLE No surprise here. Mackenzie DeCenzo now advising Los Conquistadors after Theodore Moneymaker all but placed a bounty on Los Diablos de Fuego last week. COACH Mackie knows a thing or two about rebuilding a team's confidence. Remember what she did to the careers of Simon Singleton and Ned Blanchard. She turned them into champions when everyone thought they were dead in the water. COLE I understand Los Conquistadors have been put through some grueling training in preparation for their showdown with Moracca and Mariachi New Year's night. The best money can buy, as the Enterprise love to say. Uh-oh. We got problems. COACH Speak for youself. The Beverly Hills Blonds are their way to Sofa Central! NED Get outta here, Cole. COACH Yeah. Outta here! SIMON Sorry, Coach. I'm afraid you too. In order to prove we're not homophobic, we gotta hate everybody equally for the time being. You're still America's favorite brother though. COACH But... "Heart-Shaped Box" hits, the fans go nuts, and Synth and Logan emerge from the back. BUFFER And their opponents...from Sin City, Las Vegas, Nevada...the greatest rock n wrestling band of all time, the HEAVENLYYYYYYYYYYYYY RRRRRRRRRRROCKERRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSS! NED Welcome to HeldDOWN~! with your new broadcast team. I'm Ned Blanchard... SIMON ...and I'm Simon Singleton. NED Otherwise known as the Beverly Hills Blonds, former 3-time tag champions of the world. Be sure to watch us capture the gold again New Year's night. We'll talk more about that later on, but right now...right now we have more company! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" * DINGDINGDING * The bell sounds, but the action is delayed by the unexpected appearance of the OAOAST tag team champions. Big Frank and Uber Bruiser stopping by to check out their hated rivals, one of the teams involved in the tag team championship match at New Year's Spectauclar: Monday Mainframe, in person and perhaps to get an up close and personal look at the business consultant of another team gunning for their title New Year's night. NED There they are, the two men keeping the World tag team titles warm for us until New Year's night, the Sooner Bruisers. SIMON A couple of bad apples they are, Ned. Not as bad as you and me, of course, but bad apples nonetheless. They're the only team I dread having to face at Monday Mainframe. NED The New Year's Spectauclar! And a spectauclar it will be -- that's the night the hottest tag team in the biz, the Beverly Hills Blonds, regain the World tag team championship for an unprecedented fourth time! SIMON For real too. That Michael Cole originally tried to con the fans into thinking Black T were chasing their fourth tag title last year when it was really their third. Michael Cole is such a tool. Mackenzie eagerly points the champions in the direction of the Heavenly Rockers in hopes of a physcial confrontation. And it works. They want the Bruisers right now! "YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" SIMON And it looks like we might get a sneak peek of what's to come New Year's night...tonight! NED Our favorite whipping boys vs. the most dominating tag team in OAOAST history. Distracted by the champions presence ringside the Heavenly Rockers leave themselves open to attack from behind, and Los Conquistadors capitalize, ambushing the greatest rock n wrestling band of all time. They toss Synth out to the floor and concentrate on Logan, pummeling him to his knees. Outside, the Sooner Bruisers put the boots to Synth, then pretend they're just trying to help him up when spotted by referee Charles Robinson. Charles warning the Brusiers not to get physically involved in the match or they will be ejected. Naturally, Big Frank and Uber promise not to interfere. NED I don't think the referee has much to worry about in the Sooner Bruisers. Los Conquistadors have this match under control. (shouting to ref) They're just trying to watch the match, idiot! SIMON Uno and Dos won't need any help anyway. The money our man Teddy spent training these guys in the jungles of Latin America have turned Los Conquistadors into savages. Latin American savages. They're harder than hardcore. They're extreme with an "X". And you can't get any more xtreme than that. Los Conquistadors target the neck of Logan Mann, clotheslining him on the top rope. Uno, or maybe Dos (they're hard to tell apart), then drops a series of elbows across the neck, pulling the head back and digging the fingers into the nose! Mann has his face stomped into the canvas and then is dragged to the Conquistador corner for a tag. The man who could be Dos or possibly really Uno whips Logan into the ropes and thrusts both forearms dangerously close to the throat on the rebound, following it up with a big legdrop. ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! Into the Conquistadors corner goes Mann again, driven face-first into the knee of the illegal Conquistador. For the sake of everyone's sanity we'll call him Uno, being that he was the first Golden Boy in. Accepting the tag for his team, Uno works Logan's body over with rapid rights and lefts, snapmaring him to the center of the ring and applies a neck vice to weaken the muscles in Mann's already less than 100% neck. "LO-GAN!" "LO-GAN!" "LO-GAN!" The crowd rallies behind Mann, as does Synth who has finally made it up to his feet after the sneak-attack by Los Conquistadors and the cheapshots from the Sooner Bruisers. Big Frank and Uber teasing Logan with the tag title belts, drawing another warning from the referee. SIMON Lindsay Lohan's here? Where? NED It's LoGAN not LoHAN. Although I wish it were Lindsay. You should see her orgasm, man. I tell ya, it's like a fish out of water. All squirming around while I'm squirting in. SIMON You know I love you in a brotherly way, Ned, but you really gotta start using condoms, bro. Otherwise you're gonna have a crop of children. NED Crop of children? Oh, I get it. I plant my seed in too many gardens. Crops. Niiiice. Turning out attention back to the ring, the fist is pumping and the adreanline is flowing as Logan makes it back to his feet and smashes the Conquistador's jaw into the crown of his head! The jawbreaker succeeding in breaking the neck vice. Logan glances over at Synth, reaching for the tag, but he's too far away. So disorientated he forgot where he was. Logan quickly recovers and inches towards his corner, shaking off the cobwebs along the way. But it's Los Conquistadors who make the tag first. Dos rushing in to drop the big elbow on Logan, before knocking Synth off the apron! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Dos drags Logan to the Conquistador side of the ring and performs the Mexican Hat Dance, mocking a cherished tradition of Los Diablos de Fuego and their people. Los Conquistador give the fist salute, which leads Dos to stick it between Logan's eyes! ONE... TWO... SAVE BY THE SYNTHMEISTER! NED Oh, come on, ref! Disqualify the sonuvabitch! SIMON And some people have the audacity to say we break the rules. Huh. That was textbook rulebreaking right there. NED Tag! We have a tag. Uno going back in. Charles Robinson struggles to prevent Los Conquistadors from double-teaming Logan, so Synth takes matters into his own hands and steps in, fending off Uno and Dos himself. The crowd is none to pleased when Charles finds the strength to restrain Synth, ordering him back on the apron. Los Conquistadors again seize the opportunity, firing Mann into the ropes, and elevating him high in the air with a double backdrop. Uno hits the ropes and delivers yet another elbow. NED They sure love their elbow drops, don't they? In case you people at home are wondering, that's not an illegal double-team because Los Conquistadors did it within the allotted 10 seconds. SIMON Certain commentators--cough*MichaelCole*cough--have led you to believe the rule is 5 seconds, but it's really 10. Trust us on that. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Uno sits Logan up and places him in a reverse chinlock. Mackenzie directing the action outside, asking Uno to grind the knee into the spine of the back as he tightens his grip. Synth shouting words of encouragement to his partner, getting the fans into it as well. "ROCK N' WRESTLING!" "ROCK N' WRESTLING!" "ROCK N' WRESTLING!" Logan tries to get the adreanline flowing again, kicking and screaming his way back into it. Logan slowly rising to a knee, then both feet. Elbow to the midsection gets Uno off his feet. So successful the first time Logan just keeps rattling off elbow after elbow until he breaks free. Then it's off to the ropes, but Dos grabs ahold of him. Uno charges in...and Mann moves aside, causing Los Conquistadors to collide! Back to the ropes and a blind tag, Logan drilling Uno with a spinning back elbow as Synth follows up with an elbow of his own...straight from the second rope! ONE... TWO... THREE! NO! SIMON Oh, ho, ho. Dos just in time with the save. But it's getting a little too close to comfort for me. NED I hear you all the way, buddy. The match is starting to get away from the referee. If it gets anymore chaotic I might have to step in and help restore order. Uh, I mean YOU might have to step in and restore order, Simon. I'm hurt. All hell breaks loose as both teams brawl in the ring. Everyone from the referee to the men and women outside keeping a close eye on this one. Los Conquistadors forced to restort to raking the eyes to regain control. Synth and Logan duck a pair of clotheslines and dive through the ropes, wiping out the Sooner Bruisers outside! "YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" The crowd loves it, and so do the Heavenly Rockers. Synth and Logan hammering away on their arch-rivals. * WHAP * * WHAP * * WHAP * Logan unstrapping the belt Big Frank wears as an armband and using it as a weapon, whipping the Man of Tomorrow! Los Conquistadors to the rescue, if you what to call it that. Uno and Dos blindsiding the Heavenly Rockers for a second time tonight. The Golden Boys, who thank you for not being their friend, send Logan into the guardrail before sending Synth back into the squared circle. A bad mistake since it allows Synth time, albeit brief, to compose himself and come right back at them. He levels Dos with a baseball slide and crotches Uno on the way in, pulling up on the middle rope. Uno, who landed out on the apron, is brought back up and suplexed inside. ONE... TWO... THR-- KICKOUT! NED Oh, hell yeah! He kicked out. That's exactly what Teddy paid your training for, to make you a fighter. Helluva competitor that kid is. Jesus Christ! What is this crap coming through out headsets? SIMON Our so-called "director" trying to tell us something. Hey, you guys in the truck shut up! We're trying to call a match here. What the hell are they saying Ned? NED The hell if I know. Somebody on their way to the arena. Probably some chump. Synth goes for a hangman's neckbreaker, but Uno shoves him towards the ropes where Mackenzie awaits, and she blasts the Synthmeister with her Gucci bag! Synth rolled up in a small package! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO! Logan saves the day. As does Dos, who wallops Mann upside the head. The match degernates into another pier-six brawl. Double Irish whip by Los Conquistadors, and Logan goes tumbling over the top thanks to the Sooner Bruisers yanking down the top rope...just as Synth nails both Conquistadors with a pair of PERCUSSION DDT's! Synth covers both Conquistadors. NED Action! The Blonds leave the broadcast, at least Simon does as Ned stops in his tracks and grimaces in pain when he notices the camera right on him. NED Ow, my badly injured groin. Unbeknowst to the referee, distracted by Mackenzie on the apron, the Bruisers are bruising Logan outside. Meanwhile, Simon comes off the top with a legdrop, placing one of the Conquistadors on top afterward. Singleton boasts over his job well done, to the cheers and applause of Ned Blanchard. NED (laughing) Yeah! That's my tag team partner. You see, that's why we're walking away with the gold New Year's night. It doesn't matter what type of match you people select. That right there showed you why the Beverly Hills Blonds are the best tag team in the world, period. As Ned finishes his verbal blowjob, cameras cut outside the arena where the pink Pinto affectionately known as the WANGMOBILE pulls up. The doors swings open in a surprisingly manly way and out step... ...LOS DIABLOS DE FUEGO, sporting taria's in support of the embattled Miss USA! Unfortunately for Los Conquistadors, Mackie's high heels have caught on to the ring apron, and despite her best pleas the referee chooses to spend his time trying to free her rather than make the count. NED Holy... Why didn't somebody tell me these guys were on their way? What? Oh, screw you guys in the truck. You'll be lucky if you still have jobs next week. Forget the lady, ref. She'll be fine. Make the count! "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" Simon thinks the cheers are for him, so he basks in the glory not knowing what's fastly approaching behind him. NED Simon! * BOOM * Singleton eats a double right hand. But Los Diablos de Fuego didn't come alone. They brought along the WIFE of Logan Usher Mann...HOLLY-WOOD! "YEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Holly yanks Mackie off the apron and gives her the wickest bitch slap you'll ever see! Charles Robinson sees the mayhem all around him and calls for the bell. * DINGDINGDINGDING * Officials rush to restore order. 10 are needed just to pry the Sooner Bruisers away from Logan! Holly wants her some of Big Frank, trying to breakthrough the sea of referees and agents to get at the man who has caused so much pain and suffering in her and Logan's lives. The crowd still too caught up in the moment to boo the apparent double disqualification. Lost in the mayhem is Ned Blanchard, the victim of a Los Diablos de Fuego DRY HUMPING! NED Son of a biiiiitch! Go to break! Go...to...break! Anywhere but here! COLE No! Keep the cameras rolling! I'm loving this! COACH And another chapter in your disturbing life is revealed, Michael. Let's go to break. Alfdogg vs. Bohemoth is next. Commercial break Edited December 22, 2006 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted December 22, 2006 The camera cuts to The Lightning Crew dressing room once again, where Cuban Wall and Vitamin X are FUMING! Vitamin X is pacing back and forth, holding his head with an icepack, while Cuban Wall breathes hard. VX does the McMahon SNEER~! The crowd boos loudly. VITAMIN X I don’t believe this! I mean, HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME!? All I was trying to do was HELP Stacey! Really, I would never harm her. I LOVE HER too much to harm her! CUBAN WALL I believe you, man. I believe you! I know you better than Colombian HACK does! You’re a gentleman. You wouldn’t do what Heat thought you were going to do! VX That’s right! I wasn’t! But Heat was never going to believe me. Still, I WAS trying to help Stacey out. That’s all. Honest! Ugh. This gets me so STEAMED! I’M PISSED NOW, DAMN IT! Ugh. Let me talk to Puerto. I’m gonna call Puerto. Vitamin X picks up the phone again. He dials a number. VX Good thing PR gave me Lindsay’s parents phone number. Let me put this on speakerphone. X presses the speakerphone button. The phone rings. It keeps on ringing. And ringing. Finally, a voice answers the phone. The voice sounds like Butthead of Beavis And Butthead fame. VOICE (Over the speakerphone) Uh...hello? VITAMIN X Yeah hi, is PRL there? VOICE Uh...who? VX You know. P.R. Tha Puerto Rican...Edward. VOICE Oh. That’s right. Him. Uh...yeah. He’s here. Who’s this? My name is Cameron. VITAMIN X Tell him it’s Vitamin X. CAMERON Who? VX Vitamin X. I’m a wrestler. I’m a member of The Lightning Crew. I wrestle for the OAOAST. CAMERON Uh...what’s an OAOAST? VX Ugh! Look, Cameron, I’m not really in the mood to tell you my life story, so just please put PR--Edward on the line, so that I can talk to him! CAMERON I only know of the WWF. I used to watch it when I was little. My favorites were Hulk Hogan, Bret "The Hitman" Hart, Shawn Michaels, "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan, and Diesel. I remember when Bret Hart took on Shawn Michaels for the WWF Title at WrestleMania XII. That was a great match. It went 60 Minutes. I loved it. Didn’t that match take place in 1906? "THE CORPORATE CHAMPION" THA PUERTO RICAN It was 1996, YOU DUMB CANUCK! MS. LINDSAY GONZALEZ Here...let me grab the phone, Cameron. Hello? VX Lindsay, hi! How are you? Where’s PRL? LINDSAY Other than telling 1,001 Canadian jokes, he’s doing okay. VX Oh. Can you put him on the line for me, please? LINDSAY Sure. P.R.! PRL ...and then the guy says, ’I’m not an idiot. I’m Canadian!’ BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LINDSAY Yo, P! PRL What? LINDSAY X is on the line. PRL Oh. Cool...Hello? VX P.R., thank God you finally picked up the phone! How are ya? PRL Other than being in Canada, I’m fine. What’s up? VX Well Puerto, Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly beat D*LUX, so now they’re the #1 Contenders to the HI-YAH World Tag Team Titles. PRL ...Shoot. VX Yeah. But then here’s what happened: I took Stacey Robertson to the emergency room, because Colombian Heat just so happened to KNOCK HIS OWN GIRLFRIEND OUT! And then you know what happened next? Colombian Heat storms into the ER and BEATS ME UP! God, I have a bruise above my right eye, my back is sore! Heat really did a number on me, BUT ONLY BECAUSE I WASN’T PREPARED TO FIGHT! PRL Geeze, he did ALL OF THAT to you!? VX Yeah. PRL *Sigh* All right. I can’t do anything about it this week, but next week, me AND Popick will both be there, and we WILL take care of Colombian Heat and Spanish Fly! He wants to mess with The Lightning Crew? Well, he’s gonna have to mess with me then! Vitamin X smiles. X Ha! Ha! THAT’S what I’m talking about! BOO-YAH! You go get them next week, Puerto! Thanks, man. PUERTO RICAN Hey. Anytime. Don’t forget to give me a Christmas present! VX Oh I will. I will. I got it already. (mouthing to Cuban Wall) not really. PRL Great! I can’t wait to get it! Hope it’s what I wanted! VX Oh...I’m sure--sure it is! PRL Excellent. Well, I better get going. Lindsay’s family is going to go lumberjacking, or curling, or going to a Rush concert or some other Canadian crap. See you next week, X. VITAMIN X Yeah, see you, P. PRL Ciao. Don’t ever let your brother pick up the phone again, Lindsay! He should be locked up in a mental institution, that’s where he should be-- *Click* VITAMIN X Well, that was easy. CUBAN WALL Lindsay’s family sure does suck, don’t they? VX Probably. But more importantly than all that, PRL WILL RETURN next week on HeldDOWN~!. I can’t wait to see what he does to Colombian HACK! It’s going to be good! Real good. Gabby Hayes good. HA HA! Now excuse me, but I gotta go get PRL a Christmas present. I’ll be right back. CUBAN WALL Did you get anything for me? VX Uh...no. Cuban Wall punches Vitamin X in the jaw! VX OW! CUBAN WALL Good. Because I don’t want anything. I hate Christmas. Christmas is for commies and hippies! VX THEN WHY THE HELL DID YOU PUNCH ME IN THE JAW FOR!?!? CUBAN WALL Cuz I felt like it. VX GOD! Vitamin X leaves. Cuban Wall watches him leave. The crowd boos. COLE Tha Puerto Rican and Stephen Joseph Popick, the HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions, will be here next week! COACH I can’t wait! Yippee! As we return to HeldDOWN~!, the familiar sound of "Magnus Opus: Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat/Howling at the Moon" is mixed with the boos of the American crowd, as on the way to the ring strolls a bitter looking Alfdogg. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing Team Canada... weighing in at two hundred, fourty pounds... AAAAALLLLLLFFFFDDOOOOOOOOOOOOGG!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Alright. This match was scheduled to be a prelude to Mainframe Monday, where it will be 24/7 Champion versus X Division Champion versus Heartland Champion, or as it was set to be, Canadian Champion. However, you're now looking at the former Canadian Champion, meaning Alfdogg is now out of the New Year's Spectacular. But, this'll be an interesting match nonetheless. Back on our last edition of Syndicated, Bohemoth scored a pinfall victory over the former World Champion... COACH In a tag team match. COLE ...in a tag team match, yes. But a win all the same. Imagine what a victory here in one on one action would do for The Meterosexual Monster. COACH He's got nothing to lose tonight. Mostly because, for some reason, Bohemoth's title isn't on the line. COLE Well, there's a little matter of the Mainframe Monday vote Coach, which has already started. We can't have titles flying about now that people are voting in numbers for which Champion has to defend their title. In the ring now, Alfdogg motions for Michael Buffer to hand him the microphone. The crowd start booing, ready and waiting for a patented Alfdogg cheapshot at the expence of the local sports franchise or franchises. But this week Alfdogg apparantly has other ideas. With a quick glance over his shoulder, Alfdogg wheels around AND WIPES OUT REFEREE CHARLES ROBINSON WITH THE MICROPHONE!! COLE WHAT THE HELL!? "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Robinson hits the mat hard and ends up face down on the canvas. With no hint of a smile, Alf then hands the microphone back to a stunned Michael Buffer and motions for the sound truck to 'play the music'. *BbwWbAhmotherfuckerLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!* "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER And his opponent... from Greenville, South Carolina! He weighs in at two hundred and eighty four pounds... the reigning and defending OAOAST 24/7 CHAMPION... "THE METEROSEXUAL MONSTER"... BBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - HHHHHEEEEEEEEEMMMOOOOOOOOTTHHHHHH!!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Well, here comes Bohemoth but... what the hell is Alf playing at? COACH I've got no idea. The sliding doors part and Bohemoth strides out with his usual coolness, the 24/7 Championship draped over his shoulder as he enters. However, as he looks up at the ring he comes to a stop, confused as to why there's a referee laid out at Alfdogg's feet... ...distracting him as TEAM CANADA ATTACK!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Wha... DAMNIT! IT'S A SETUP! The crowd lay into "After Hours" Felix Strutter and Ken Pantera as they batter Bohemoth from his blindside, Pantera clubbing away with forearms as Strutter tries to keep up with some kicks. Bohemoth is caught completely unawares and Team Canada continue to beat him down the rampway. Eventually Bohemoth manages to turn around, but Pantera blasts him between the eyes. Strutter meanwhile turns back and waves at someone to 'hurry up'. COACH Hey, look... they've got a referee with them! COLE This is bizarre. COACH No, this is BRILLIANT! Vote be damned, Alfdogg's gonna win the 24/7 Title and get a ticket back to Mainframe Monday whether anyone likes it or not! Sure enough, Pantera pitches Bohemoth into the ring and Alfdogg takes over with stomps on the 24/7 Champion, as Strutter grabs referee Mike Chioda and drags him into the ring with him. Obviously Chioda is just doing his job and stands back as the trio of Team Canada put the boots to Bohemoth! Alfdogg calls the beating to a halt though and tells Pantera and Strutter to pick Bo back up, while he rolls to the outside and snatches a steel chair. "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Uh-oh. COLE Here comes the cavalry!! The cheers obviously aren't for Team Canada. They're for AMERICA'S TEAM as they rush to the ring, closely followed by BROCK AUSSTIN!!! The OAOAST 6-Man Tag Team Champions hit the ring and although the Canadians get the jump on them, they're soon fighting back, prompting a pier-six brawl to break out! Brock and Pantera! Strutter and Benjamin! Alfdogg and Moss! Fists are flying and in the melee, most of the crowd don't even notice REJECT running to the ring, looking to pick the bones on the situation! COLE Now, here comes Reject! This is insane! COACH It's like the Knicks and the Nuggets out here! Reject skids in and takes over on Bohemoth, looking to soften him up some more before New Year's Day no doubt. It's chaos, with eight of the OAOAST's finest going at it. And it looks like nothing is going to stop them. Nothing except "Medal" (Kurt Angle's Theme), that is. "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH WHAAAAA!? COLE HERE COMES THE BOSS!!! Suddenly, all the fighting seems to come to a stop. Alfdogg and Strutter are sent packing and Reject sees the odds turning against him, bailing from the ring too. Pantera then gets a clothesline from Brock and all eyes turn to the stage, where Anglesault himself is standing, microphone in hand. ANGLESAULT Enough! Enough! Anglesault scans the ring as Team Canada regroup on the floor, Reject keeping his distance. ANGLESAULT I hate to break this little pow-wow up. I just happened to be in the building tonight and I've got enough things to settle and finalise, without you all causing me more problems. So, I'm out here to solve those before they get out of control. First off, the vote for Mainframe Monday has already started. Alf, you want back in after last week's loss and I understand that. But the less complication surrounding this concept, the better. So as of right now, until the New Year, the 24/7 rule is officially... SUSPENDED! Alf starts to cuss out the boss as Team Canada try to protest their case from a distance. To no avail, of course. ANGLESAULT And second of all, I promised these people and the viewing public a match featuring Alfdogg and Bohemoth tonight. And they're going to get it! So, seeing as you're all so desperate for a fight... far be it from me to stop you. As of right now, I'm making a match. And it will be ALFDOGG... teaming with TEAM CANADA... and the X-Division Champion, REJECT! A sudden scowl forms across Alf's face, as he glares over at the surprised Reject. ANGLESAULT And you will be taking on the 24/7 Champion, BOHEMOTH and his partners, the 6-Man Tag Team Champions, AMERICA'S TEAM and BROCK AUSSTIN! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Alright! The four Champions in the ring seem pretty pleased about that, definately more so than Team Canada and Reject on the floor. ANGLESAULT And I don't know what you're all waiting for, because that match starts... RIGHT NOW! *DINGDINGDING!* Referee Mike Chioda, taking over for the KOed Charles Robinson seamlessly, calls for the bell and Anglesault makes his leave. Team Canada still look shell-shocked on the floor, Reject left shrugging his shoulders, as the foursome in the ring dare their opposition on. COLE Anglesault has laid down the law! We've got an eight-man tag team match on our hands and it's coming up next! Don't go anywhere, because HeldDOWN~! will be right back after these commercials! Commercials Back to live action and not a moment too soon. In the ring it's Felix Strutter and Quentin Benjamin, their respective team-mates on each apron as order has been restored. A wayward elbow by Strutter is ducked by Benjamin who continues into the ropes. Strutter leapfrogs high over the former NCAA Champion on the rebound though, dropping down and forcing Benjamin over top. A hiptoss is blocked though, Benjamin switching into a hiptoss of his own... but Strutter lands on his feet! Gaining his balance, Strutter leaps onto Quentin's thighs and tries to take him over with a Monkey Flip... but Benjamin lands on his feet! And we are at a stand-off, much to the frustration of "After Hours"! COLE What action, as you rejoin us on HeldDOWN~! An impromptu eight man tag team match in progress, made by the head of company Anglesault after chaos ensued before the break. COACH That's right, we were expecting Bohemoth versus Alfdogg and although Anglesault kinda played party pooper with Alf and the 24/7 Title, he's made one hell of a match to make up for it. COLE Somebody's hoping for a Christmas bonus. Strutter decides to tag out to Alfdogg, which gets a chorus of boos. It looks like Quentin is ready for him, but at the last moment he wags a finger, telling Alf to wait a second... as he tags in Bohemoth! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Well, it looks like we're going to see Alf versus Bo after all! In steps Bohemoth and Alfdogg looks a little less froggy all of a sudden. Cautiously Alf looks for a lock-up, luring the 24/7 Champion in before suddenly switching behind with a waistlock. Bohemoth lands a simple elbow and breaks the hold however, turning around and whipping Alf into the ropes. Underneath a clothesline Alf goes. But on the rebound he gets scooped up and PLANTED in mid-ring with a Powerslam! Leg is hooked... 1... 2... Kickout by Alf. Bohemoth helps Alf up and lands a big right hand, backing him into a neutral corner. In follows the bigman but Alf gets a boot up into the face! Bo takes a backstep and tries again, but again Alf gets the foot up! Third time is the charm though and as Alfdogg hops up to the middle rope, Bohemoth grabs the former World Champion and pitches him off the ropes with a hiptoss! COACH Wow, Alfdogg came down right on his tailbone! COLE That's the least of his worries now... With Alf hurting, Bohemoth strolls over to the corner and makes the tag to Brock Ausstin! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" As Alf pulls himself up, his Team Canada cohorts warn him to turn around, which he does, right into a clothesline from his long-time nemesis. Brock mows him down with a second clothesline. And a third, leaving Alfdogg wanting a timeout. Brock doesn't plan on granting him one, but Alf buys himself time as he lures in Brock and grabs the tights, sending him sprawling throat-first across the middle turnbuckle! COLE Right out of the playbook of Tully Blanchard. Alf crawls over and makes the tag to Ken Pantera, who quickly comes in and clubs away on Brock's back with forearms to keep him down. Loading Brock up, Pantera then whips him corner to corner. Out stumbles "The Current Big Thing", into a Trapped Arm Belly To Belly from Pantera! 1... 2... No! Keeping hold of the leg to keep Brock from getting to his corner, Pantera lets Strutter tag back in. Over the top vaults Strutter, coming down across the chest of Ausstin with a stomp and walking over to taunt Brock's partners. "U - S - A!" "U - S - A!" "U - S - A!" "U - S - A!" COACH What is this, a Bush Rally? I wish these people would show some respect. COLE They get none in return, why should they? Strutter return to Brock and drops the point of the elbow across the back of the neck before reaching up, with a quick tag to Pantera. A double whip from Team Canada sends Brock into the ropes, Strutter executing a drop toehold right across the outstretched knee of Pantera! Strutter just beats the five count and leaves the ring, while Pantera shrugs Brock's body off of his knee and makes the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Pulling Brock back up, Pantera executes a quick snap suplex and tries again... 1... 2... Kickout again! COLE You have to do more than that to beat Brock Ausstin. COACH Maybe, but he's making him expend energy with every kickout. It's smart strategy. And so are quick tags, Pantera bringing Felix Strutter back in. Reject remains noteably disinterested in what's going on as Strutter climbs up top and comes down with a double axehandle on Brock. The bigman doesn't go down though, so Strutter wheels him back into the corner and takes issue with the opposition corner, luring in America's Team, allowing his team-mates to attack behind the referee's back!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Come on, triple team in the corner! COACH More smart strategy. COLE Well, yes. Questionable but effective, I'll admit that. Chioda tries to maintain order as the beatdown continues. And by the time he turns around the Canadians and Reject are all innocently watching on, Alfdogg having unwrapped the tag rope from around Brock's throat. Strutter lands some kicks in the corner on Brock and looks up at Reject, the two making a very icy tag to bring in Reject for the first time. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE No love there. Remember, it was just two weeks ago that Strutter and Reject were battling over the X-Division Title. Out of the corner comes Brock, courtesy of a snapmare. Reject then delivers a dropkick to the back of the head and pins Brock down for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Reject doesn't waste any time and reaches up, tagging in Pantera and scarpering. COLE Reject didn't last long, did he? COACH He's making quick tags, being a smart wrestler. Quit looking for angles, you're not a journalist anymore. In comes the powerhouse of the team again and he hauls Brock back to his feet. A forearm rocks Brock and sets up an irish whip. As Brock rebounds, Pantera goes to the gut with a right hand and doubles him over, hitting the ropes and looking to follow up with a kneelift. As the knee is lifted though, Brock spins and catches Pantera with a backslide... 1... 2... Pantera escapes... ...and takes down Brock with a clothesline! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Pantera almost got shocked there! Tag is made and in comes Alfdogg, stalking Brock. Some kicks to the head do as much to taunt Brock as inflict damage, Alf having fun with his long time enemy. Slowly, Alf then sets Brock up for a suplex. Brock blocks however, placing his leg behind Alfdogg's and preventing the lift. Alfdogg tries again but again Brock puts the kibosh on those plans, spinning out of the front facelock and pulling Alf up onto his shoulders looking for the F-STUNNER-5... ...but Alf lands a few knees into the ear and sneaks down the back, wrapping up Brock and taking him over with a German Suplex, into a bridge... 1... 2... Kickout! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" COLE Great display of power by Alf to hit that suplex and keep the bridge, but it only earns him a two count. COACH They need to put Brock away quick. That's twice now he's nearly slipped out of Team Canada's clutches and got a tag. Alf beats Brock down a little before making the tag to Strutter. The duo set Brock up and deliver a double irish whip, catching him on the rebound with stereo dropkicks to drop the bigman. The man from Thunder Bay then makes the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! "LET'S GO BROCK!" "LET'S GO BROCK!" "LET'S GO BROCK!" "LET'S GO BROCK!" The crowd rally behind Ausstin as Strutter snaps off some right hands. Brock continues to power to his feet despite the blows however and he palms "After Hours" off. Strutter comes back with some more jabs, but again Brock manages to shove him away. So, Felix measures Brock and aims for his head with a Roundhouse Kick... DUCKED! Strutter ends up doing a pirouette coming around back to face Brock, who grabs Strutter around the head and pops him with a Head and Arm Suplex, throwing Strutter HALFWAY ACROSS THE RING!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Ho - lee crap!! COLE What a throw! It looked like Felix was shot out of a cannon he went so far! Both men are down and the trios of partners in the corner route their respective men on. Apart from Reject, who's still not in synch with his team-mates and Bohemoth, too cool to clap. COLE This is Brock's chance here. He's been in an awful long time and he's got three fresh partners to bring in. Brock begins to crawl to the corner, Strutter remaining motionless but near his corner. Eventually, "After Hours" begins to come to his senses and after a moment to look up he realises where he is, reaching out... ...and tagging in Alfdogg... ...as Brock makes a lunge... ...AND GETS THE TAG TO CHARLIE MOSS!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" New partners on each side and it's the fired up Moss who storms in, taking out Alf with an elbow! And a clothesline! Followed up with a BAAAAACK body drop that sends Alf flying! In comes Ken Pantera and Moss' pent up frustrations haven't run out yet, leaping up and knocking Pantera down with a forearm. Reject looks to save the situation but a sidestep and a hand in the back sends the X-Division Champion soaring over the top rope and to the floor and Moss has cleaned house!! COLE Charlie Moss dishing out some Americana, if you will! COACH Stop being so bias. Reject is American. COLE So's Alf. COACH Hush. Reject pulls himself up on the outside and shakes away the cobwebs. As he turns back to the ring though, Quentin Benjamin suddenly comes running down the apron and soars, wiping out Reject with a Flying Clothesline on the floor!! COLE Woah! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Back in the ring meanwhile, Alfdogg is up and he walks right into Moss. A boot to the gut doubles Alf up and Moss grabs a front waistlock, taking him over with an Overhead Belly To Belly! Moss scrambles after Alf and makes the cover... 1... 2... NO! Pantera is back in, but Moss lands a standing dropkick to fend him off, the Canadian powerhouse stumbling towards the ropes and getting lowbridged, as Bohemoth sits on the middle rope and causes Pantera to go tumbling to the floor! The innocent 24/7 Champion then returns to the corner, while Alf swings for the hills on Moss. Moss ducks, executing a crisp T-Bone Suplex and following with a quick pin... 1... 2... NO!! COLE Another kickout, but Alfdogg is reeling! As Moss climbs back up, Bohemoth extends a hand asking for the tag. And Moss is happy to oblige... ...until Pantera pulls Bohemoth off the apron! Pantera and Bohemoth start to slug it out on the floor, leaving Moss to go back on the offence. But Alf is waiting on him and catches Moss napping, with a small package... 1... 2... 3- NO! ONLY TWO! COLE Alf playing possum and it almost got him the victory. But almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. COACH And nobody's playing horseshoes in a century. Both men come back to their feet and it's Alf who strikes, kneeing Moss in the gut and whipping him into the turnbuckles. Alfdogg takes a run-up and then charges in, getting backdropped over the top by Moss but landing safely on his feet on the apron. For a while that is, before Moss lands a back elbow, sending Alf plummeting to ringside. Moss turns around and nods at his handiwork, walking back into the centre of the ring... ...AND INTO THE FULL NELSON OF KEN PANTERA!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH He caught him! Moss struggles in the Full Nelson for a few seconds and he manages to prevent Pantera from properly clasping the hands, which allows him to bottom out and escape the hold. Rolling back, Moss pulls Pantera over with a roll-up... 1... ...but he's not looking for a pin! Moss climbs back to his feet and turns Pantera over, looking to apply the Mossy Knoll!! It's Pantera's turn to struggle but Moss perseveres and manages to get the legs crossed, trying to elevate Pantera, but losing the awareness of his surroundings... *BAM!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH EULOGY~! COLE REJECT WITH THE EULOGY, from out of nowhere!! The X-Division Champion hops right to his feet and laps up the moment. But he doesn't realise what's waiting behind him as Bohemoth slides back into the ring and stalks the X-Division Champion. Only when Reject turns to go for the pin does he notice The Meterosexual Monster. And by then it's too late to prevent being clotheslined up and over the top to the floor! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Reject manages to land on his feet, but is reeling. Bohemoth exits the ring after him. And at that moment, Reject decides that discretion is the better part of valour and he backs up down the ramp, begging off from the 24/7 Champion! COLE Wait a minute... where's Reject going? COACH He's luring Bo in. COLE It doesn't look like he's luring him in. It looks like Reject's leaving! Bo follows after one of his Mainframe Monday opponents and Reject keeps on retreating. Back in the ring meanwhile and Moss is still down, as Alfdogg scales the turnbuckles. Looking around, Alf sees Strutter and Brock battling on the floor, Benjamin having been KOed also. And with no-one to stop him, Alf soars off the top... ....AND HITS THE FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 COLE Oh, he got him good! Amazing hangtime from the former World Champion! COACH And Alf and Moss are the legal men! After a moment favouring his ribs, Alf drapes himself over Moss and over skids Chioda... 1... Bohemoth hears the count... 2... ...and runs back to the ring... 3!!!!!!!! ...but he's too late!!! *DINGDINGDING!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" BUFFER Here are your winners... the team of REJECT, KEN PANTERA, "AFTER HOURS" FELIX STRUTTER and AAAAAALLLFFFFDDOOOOOOGG!!! Alf celebrates the win as Bohemoth stops at the bottom of the ramp, glaring back up at Reject who is celebrating the victory all the way up the rampway. All of Team Canada get in on the celebration as Brock is left bemused about what happened, slamming his hands into the apron in frustration. COLE It wasn't schdeuled, it wasn't expected but it was one heck of a match. And Team Canada pick up the win... COACH Thanks to Reject! COLE What!? How!? COACH Reject lured Bohemoth up the ramp and stopped him from making the save! Otherwise, we might still be going now. It was Alfdogg with the pin and it's Reject with the assist, sealing a fantastic victory. COLE I don't buy that Coach. I think Reject was trying to keep himself fresh for New Year's Spectacular, knowing he might have to defend his title. But Reject won't be running from Bohemoth on New Year's Day, not if he wants to come away with whatever belt you great fans vote to be up for grabs! That's gonna do it for us tonight, Merry Christmas everyone! We'll see you next week! Fade to black Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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