KingPK 0 Report post Posted January 1, 2007 COMEDY MOTY: Run for the Gold II (Living Angleously) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- We leave Indianapolis and go all the way across the US of A to Los Angeles, Californ-i-a. Our image is that of Krista Isadora Duncan's front lawn, where crisp patterns of finely manicured greenery play out across a solid ground of pebbles, sand, and brick. The house in all it's splendor. Situated at the edge of estate behind a white ribbon and underneath a sign marked “FINISH” is the coveted 24/7 title. Sitting next to the finish line in two lawn chairs are our announcers for this unusual contest.... Terry Taylor! And Krista Isadora Duncan! TAYLOR Whew! It's Run For The Gold time! This match probably would've been on sooner, but well, Krista and I had a bit of a uh, well, a nooner. KRISTA LIES! You had a “nooner”. I had an inadvertent front row seat and that's the last time I allow you into my bedroom. Fixing the loose knob on my underwear drawer my ass. TAYLOR Well! Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to land of the rich and famous, Beverly Hills, California! We are at the glamorous estate of Hollywood superstar, Krista Isadora Duncan, for the second annual Run for the Gold! This year it's the 24/7 title that is on the line! Krista, you look ravishing tonight. KRISTA I always look ravishing. When I was girl and I won Miss Teen California, they said I looked like a young Ava Gardner. TAYLOR I never knew you won Miss Teen California. KRISTA Oh sure, a few of the other girls met with unfortunate and bloody endings just days before the contest began, and sure the DA may have wanted to link the bloody ax the cops found in my room to the murders, but a jury of my peers found the weapon to be purely coincidental and acquitted me on all charges. TAYLOR (going pale) That story was a joke, right? KRISTA Maybe so, maybe no. The point is I've always been ravishing. Even as a fetus I was gorgeous. My sonogram could've been a Playboy Centerfold. A lot of people say I look like Charlize Theron. Wrong. Krista never imitates. Charlize stole her appearance from me. But I begrudge her nothing. If you're going to copy someone, make it the most gorgeous person in America. Me. I'm beautiful, I could get a priest to ditch his vow of celibacy with a wink of my eye. I could make an archbishop buy a lap dance. Krista pulls out a compact mirror and begins to admire herself. When she gets like this it's pretty much impossible to get her to focus on anything but herself so Terry takes over. TAYLOR Well, then! Fans, the rules of a Run For The Gold are easy to understand. Each wrestler starts off in the back yard, and will race to the rear entrance of Krista's mansion. Once inside the house, they have to make their way out into the front yard, and head to the finish line. The first person to cross the finish line is the 24/7 champion! Let's go to the backyard for the start of the contest! KRISTA (speaking to her reflection in baby talk) Aren't you just the cutest little thing? Yes you are! Yes you are! Mommy, loves you so much. Yes she does. Yes she does! We're given a birds eye view of Krista's spacious rear yard, showing us how much ground the wrestlers have to cover before they reach the house. Dutifully attending to Krista's golf course worthy lawn are a fleet of gardeners. Somehow these men remain oblivious to the fact that a wrestling match is about to occur in their work space, despite the presence of camera crews, referees, and half naked muscular men. Regardless of the lawn care workers questionable state of mind, the show must go on! Thus we throw it over to little Maya Olivia Myrick (Myrick being Krista's real last name), for the opening introductions. MAYA The following contest is a run for the gold for the two hundred forty seven title! Am I really on TV? Can I say hi to my friend Susan? Hi Susan, I'm on TV! KRISTA That's my girl! She's wonderful, isn't she, Terry? TERRY She's adorable, Krista, you should be proud. MAYA The first wrestler is from Venice Beach, California! Hey, I'm from California! We're from the same state! This man weighs two hundred twenty five pounds, and his name is Biff Atlas! My Aunt Clara lives in Venice Beach, do you know my Aunt Clara? Biff, dressed in a ludicrous straw hula skirt, and matching vine ankle bracelets, does an even more ludicrous hula dance, to no one's delight. MAYA The second wrestler is from Fort Lauderdale, Florida! He's two hundred and sixty seven pounds! His name is Flex Phillips. Hi, Flex, it's nice to meet you! Wearing his usual aqua colored wrestling trunks, Flex strikes a pose that's intended on being menacing, but couldn't intimidate a small child. And it doesn't, because Maya laughs at him. MAYA The third wrestler is my third favorite wrestler in the whole wide world, I have a poster of him hanging on my wall. He's also from California, like me, but he lives in Laguna Beach which is a couple miles down the road in Orange County. I told mommy I wanna go, but she says she doesn't want to drive on highway five traffic. Anyway he weighs one hundred and ninety pounds. He is Melvin Nerdly! Do you think we can hang out after your race is over, Melvin? Maybe we can go to the mall with my friend Susan! Melvin, sporting his usual white jeans with paint splotches, blows a kiss to Maya who goes absolutely gaga over the gesture. MAYA The fourth wrestler is also my third favorite wrestler, and he's from Laguna Beach also, but he wasn't on the TV show Laguna Beach, which I really like because I think Stephen is hot. But I think Marvin is hot also. Ooops, I just said his name. Sorry! Do you wanna go to the mall with me and Melvin, Marvin? You can be Susan's date and we can double date and go see a movie. But mommy says I'm not allowed to go out on a date until I'm forty five. Wearing the same outfit as his brother, Marvin Nerdly bows to his adoring fan, while Flex scoffs in the background. MAYA The next guy is from Grand Rapids which is in Michigan. And he's Jade's brother, and I like Jade, she's really funny and nice, and she sends me postcards from different places, and she's just awesome. Her brother's weight is two hundred and twenty eight pounds, and his name is the douche! KRISTA Oh lord, I see that she's been eavesdropping on my phone conversations again. Leon, outfitted in white tennis shoes and black workout pants, just holds his head down and sighs. Phillips sizes Leon up with a murderous glare, no doubt branding the babyface as the man who stands the greatest chance of challenging him for the 24/7 title. MAYA Finally it's my Auntie Alix! She's the champ! She's from LA just like me. Hi, Auntie Alix! Alix, in a grey t-shirt that reads I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND and a denim mini skirt, waves to little Maya. KRISTA Great job, Maya! Well done, sweetie! MAYA Auntie Alix, are you ready? Melvin, are you ready? Marvin, are you ready? Douche, are you ready? Other two guys, are you ready? Then on your mark....get set.....GO! BANG!!!! A nearby referee fires a pistol, commencing this unorthodox race. The warriors zoom towards the house, knowing that the object of their desires lies beyond that complex and in the front yard. Leon seems to move the fastest, and manages to create quite a bit of distance between himself and the pack. A sly smile slips onto his face as it's starting to look like regaining the 24/7 title might be a little easier then he thought. Unfortunately he's unable to leave his slow poke enemies in the dust because a gardener on a John Deere riding mower recklessly zip in front of him, nearly slicing his feet off! A quick moving Rodez narrowly escapes the catastrophic disaster. Although he's not one to get angry, Leon can certainly think of a few choice words to hurl at the bothersome fellow. KRISTA Pedro, you fool! He's not Kuta Kente! This isn't Roots! Don't chop his foot off! Get the weed wacker, and go for the throat, damn it! Patience all but depleted, Leon prepares to yell at the intrusive twit to move out of the way. But what winds up leaving his lips is a loud “Ooomph” as Flex Phillips floors him with a lariat to the back! Flex's ally, Biff, stops his own pursuit of the title long enough to see if his partner needs any assistance in obliterating the grounded Rodez. But Flex assures him that he has everything under his sinister control, and Biff trots away to attend to his own creepy business. TAYLOR Flex had his eye on Leon this whole time. Even before the race started he was sizing him up. I think he knows that Leon is his main competition. While Rodez writhes in anguish on the lush greenery, Flex roughly yanks the bewildered gardener off the mower in order to commandeer it for his own purposes. He ignores the grousing of the worker, and hops onto the vehicle's yellow seat while eying Leon with predatory intent. The engine purrs ominously, and it becomes readily apparent that Phillips is planning to use the mower's blades to turn poor Leon into silky smooth hamburger! TAYLOR Kris, he wouldn't! KRISTA Oh, yes he would. Now if there was a celebrity homicide in my backyard, would that increase or decrease my property value? Alix, sharply aware of Flex's aim, bravely darts across the lawn to aid Leon, who's fear seems to have rooted him in his spot. She springs into the air and lands perfectly on Flex's expansive back, taking the steroid charged meathead by surprise. As veins of anger erupt on her forehead, she tangles her arms around his thick neck, choking him out in revenge for trying to kill Leon. The sudden shock of having an extra one hundred and thirty pounds on his back, and a vice grip on his neck, saturates Flex with panic. This panic clouds his thought process and provokes him to slam on the accelerator in an unwise effort to ditch the bubbly redhead. The vehicle angrily careens forward like a bumper car, nearly reducing the workers, who are scarcely able to avoid it's chaotic path, to bits and pieces. The mower zooms past the fallen and frightened workers, and takes itself on a kamikaze trip towards the swimming pool. Leon's alarmed eyes watch in sheer horror as Alix and Flex fail miserably in their final effort to steer the green beast away from the blue lagoon. KRISTA Ah, the pool. A drunk Chad Smith of the Red Hot Chili Peppers once did a cannonball off the roof of the cabana all the way to the pool. The pool wasn't filled with water at the time. Screams of horror spew from the lips of Alix and Flex as they dive over the edge of the pool, and into the chlorine filled abyss. A pillar of water erupts when the duo and their automobile plunge into the depths of the aquatic void. Their shouting is muffled thanks to the mass of water that invades their lungs. All traces of them, both audio and visual, disappear beneath the shimmering ocean. A bewildered fog seems to settle over Leon's glassy eyes. He looks around, not fully comprehending what just happened to his girlfriend or the man who was seeking to chop him into bits. KRISTA Oh no! Alix! Jesus Christ, Terry! Do you think she's okay?! TAYLOR I don't know, it looked like she kind of managed to dive off at the last second, and go into the pool on her own, unlike Flex Phillips... KRISTA Who the hell is Flex Phillips? Stop making things up and focus, man, focus! My poor Alix! Back on land, Marvin Nerdly is pursuing the crown prince of hair care, Biff Atlas, across the lawn. The Western Canadian quickly gains on the fleeing hair fetishist, his legs a blur of superhuman speed, hurling him after his adversary. Within seconds both wrestlers reach the entrance of the tennis court, where Marv makes sure to note the tennis ball machine resting behind the net. TAYLOR (looking around) Hey, what's that barking sound? KRISTA Oh, my puppy is flirting with my rabbit again. TAYLOR Doesn't he know that's a male rabbit? KRISTA Don't judge my puppy. Tapping hidden reserves of strength and speed, Marvin lunges forward and tackles Atlas. His arms grip tightly onto the bodybuilder and they topple into the entrance of the court, their combined momentum knocking the chain link door off it's hinges! KRISTA Ding ding ding ding dong! TAYLOR What are you doing? KRISTA I always thought that door should have a bell that goes off when you open it. And now it does. Ding ding ding dong! Unfortunately now the door is on the ground, rendering my bell sound effects obsolete. Locked in a mortal death grip, the pair go flying into the court, and nose dive onto the cement surface. The vicious landing violently separates the brawlers, and they roll away from each other before scrambling to their feet. The warriors face off in the center of the court, flaunting demonic fangs and clenched fists, eager to pound each other into submission. Marv feels a sudden pang of vulnerability as he watches his rival pick up a nearby tennis racket. “Fore!” Biff screams, unaware that you say “fore” in golf, not tennis. Regardless of his dimwitted comments, Atlas makes like Venus Williams and sends an overhand smash into Marvin's skull, ripping shockwaves of pain throughout his slender body. KRISTA Ah, the racket! TAYLOR Let me guess, signed by Pete Sampras and given to you as a birthday gift by Debbie Harry of Blondie. KRISTA Actually I found it in a dumpster in San Diego. And a dumpster is where I'll leave your battered and beaten body if you ever sass me like that again. Wu-Tang forever, Terry. Having now discarded the racket, Biff coils his hands around the Laguna Beach native's throat and casually chucks him over the net! Upon landing Marv finds himself rolling down the court, and the rough surface slices through his skin, opening tiny cuts on his arm. However he's able to halt his spiraling retreat and he springs to his feet, where he meets Biff, who's stepping over the net, with a frenzy of forearm smashes. Yet these rapid fire shots do little to damage Atlas, and with one mighty swing of his fist he sends Marvin plumetting to the ground. Now lying in a heap of baby oil, expensive jeans, and high lighted hair, The Marv painfully wonders if he's just been hit by a punch or a runaway train. Runaway train never coming back. Wrong way on a one way track. Seems like I should be getting somewhere. Somehow I'm neither here nor there. TAYLOR I could be wrong, but I have the feeling that NRG could be the next breakout team here in the OAOAST. KRISTA Are you for real? Do they actually pay you to spout these nuggets of utter stupidity? One of 'em just drove a lawn mower into my swimming pool, and the other is wearing a hula skirt that's two sizes too short on the same day he decided to free ball it. TAYLOR It's just a matter of opinion, Kris. KRISTA No, it's a matter of you smoking rocks. Are we going to have our next run for the gold when we visit you in rehab? Lord knows, I'll be headed there soon. Maybe we can be roommates. We can be the rehab version of Laverne and Shirley. (singing) One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, schlimiel, schlimazel, hasenpfeffer, incorporated. We're gonna do it! Atlas reaches down, clamps his hand around Nerdly's throat, and drags him upwards. He extends the hunky grappler out, smiling ruefully while Marv's talons slash against the arm that holds him aloft. Suddenly a sharp pain rings around Biff's body, as a mysterious object crashes into his lower back. Atlas groans nosily as his back is struck three more times by the unidentified tools of destruction. The unexpected emergence of the weapons momentarily confuses Atlas. And the second of uncertainty causes his hold on Marv to loosen just enough to permit the Sk8r to worm his way free of the embrace. Marv lands perfectly on his Nike sneakers and shouts, “Dodge this!” right before he unloads on Biff with a superkick. Marv's shoe collides with a dumbfounded Biff full on, lifting him clear off his bare feet, and propelling him backwards. Fortunately the net manages to break Biff's fall, otherwise his tanned skin would've been shredded by the green cement surface. With Atlas out of the way, the camera is able to show us who and what saved Marvin from Biff's chokeslam. Marvin's savior is none other then his twin brother, Melvin, who's manning the tennis ball machine that rocketed yellow balls at Biff. “Thanks, dude!” Marvin hollers. Rather then simply say “no problem”, which would be the brotherly thing to do, Melvin responds by shooting a tennis ball at Marvin, nailing him square in the kneecap. “Owwwww!” A hobbling Marvin bellows, half out of pain, half out of shock. “What the hell do you think you're doing, eh? I'm your brother, you faggot!” “And how can I be sure of that?” Melvin remarks suspiciously, crouching behind his missile launcher like some kind of guerrilla solider. “I see no proof to verify your claim of brotherhood.” “What?! I look exactly like you, dickhead!” “How very convenient! But as long you're going after my 24/7 title, you ain't kin.” Discarding the last of his brotherly love, Melvin aims his ball shooter at a ranting and raving Marvin and cruelly fires away. The first shot impacts gruesomely into Marv's testicles, and his distressed howls crackle through the Californian skies. Showing little remorse, Melvin unleashes another volley, this time blasting his poor brother in the middle of the forehead, knocking the sense out of the twenty year old. Marvin timbers sideways, while his vibrant brown eyes dives into the back of his head. Melvin's blackened soul can generate little sympathy for his wounded sibling, and he simply guffaws at the misfortune's he's caused. TAYLOR Kris, Melvin really wants that 24/7 title. KRISTA He wants your heart. He wants to eat your children. Praise be to Allah! Hell Mel's moment of glory evaporates when he spots a suspicious figure atop the courtside umpire's chair, striking a “Christ in Rio” pose. Unwilling to bear this creature's flamboyant foolishness, Melvin demands that he come down and face him like a man before he (Melvin) decides to get into that West Coast Gangster shit. TAYLOR Who's up there, Kris? KRISTA It could be my tennis coach Lise. She's french! TAYLOR (snickering) I bet you really like servicing her....hehheheh... grass court, if you know what I mean. I bet you..heehhehe..would like to get that French open. Heheheheh! KRISTA Okay, time for you to die. While Krista proceeds to strangle the Rooster for his off color comments, the camera pans out to expose the mysterious intruder, revealing him to be none other then ...... The soul stealing King launches himself off the ten foot chair with a MEATNORMOUS diving clothesline! His forearm slashes through Melvin's finely sculpted chest, driving the Boi to the ground! The overwhelmed Nerdly tumbles backwards, before agilely springing to his feet. Refusing to be defeated by this meddlesome corporate pitchman, Melvin hastily scrambles to his trusty tennis ball machine. But before he can unload a flurry of projectiles at his foe, The BK King leaps into the sky, clears the near five foot machine, and slams an EGGNORMOUS dropkick into Melvin's cute face! Moaning in agony, Hell Mel dives backwards, and wonders what he's done to deserve being humiliated by a fast food mascot that ceased being popular and entertaining four months ago. KRISTA I can't believe I've whored myself out to crass consumerism and blatant attempts to manipulate the viewer's mind with disgusting product placement. I'm so ashamed of myself. I have a headache. TAYLOR Here, Krista. Try these. (Terry puts two Nuprin pills into Krista's hand.) KRISTA Nuprin. Little. Yellow. Different. Better. I mean, it's just a shame that my house has been sold out to fat cat marketing gimmicks from Madison Avenue. It's all about bowing to the almighty corporate dollar, and that's just really sad. It's like advertising his taken it's grip on all that we hold sacred, and I don't want any part of it. TAYLOR Krista, I'm kind of hungry. KRISTA (handing Terry a hamburger) Here, have this Junior Cheeseburger Deluxe from Wendys. Do what tastes right. Oh man, I'm stealing comedy routines from Wayne's World. The end of my gainful employment is near. Back on the court, The King is doing a celebratory cabbage patch dance above his vanquished adversary. However his busting of the proverbial move is cut short when a recovered Biff Atlas drives a forearm into the back his regal robe. The King reacts not with hurt or shock, but with incredulity, and he demands to know the identity of the fool who has interrupted his getting jiggy with it. He turns around for the answer, only to have his vision flooded with Biff's incoming fist! But the King responds with supernatural speed and swiftly blocks Biff's punch with his forearm. Atlas recoils, his own forearm vibrating from the tremendous impact. The King points a menacing finger at him, informing Atlas that his mortal soul will pay the price for his grave misdeeds. A now sobbing Biff passionately implores the royal pitchman to spare his meager life. But his pathetic whining falls on the King's deaf ears. And the bearded mascot lays down his own brand of charbroiled justice by sticking a CHEESENORMOUS fist into Biff's gut. The whopper (lol!) of a boot doubles Biffy over and leaves him weeping like a baby deprived of his pacifier. Once again Biff puts forward a desperate plea for mercy, offering a variety of sexual favors in exchange for a guarantee of safety. But The King answers these calls for leniency with a harsh roundhouse kick to the knee. Biff cries out in despair, and reaches down to attend to his knee. But this position makes him a sitting duck and The King is quick to exploit Biff's vulnerability, surging forward and pasting him with a big boot! A floored Atlas immediately curls into a fetal position, and jams his thumb into his mouth while he prays for his mommy to come rescue him from this perpetually grinning psychopath. KRISTA (no longer paying attention to the stupidity in her backyard) Hmmmm. I hope no one goes into the living room, I think there are mutant rats living in there now! I swear one of them asked me if I knew the lyrics to Subterranean Homesick Blues. The King has nary a second to celebrate his crushing of the OAOAST's worst wrestler due to the fact that a recovered Marvin Nerdly is swinging a tennis racket at his crown! The King successfully manages to duck just in time, leaving the racket to whoosh harmlessly above him. Unfortunately for The King the momentum of his avoidance carries him around 180 degrees into the waiting arms of Melvin Nerdly. Before The King can attempt to mount a suitable defense, Melvin pulverizes him with a Mel's Shocker! The King's body crunches hard against the pavement, eighty-sixing the c-list celeb's brief foray into the world of pro wrestling. TAYLOR The king has been dethroned. Thankful for the assistance and ready to let bygones be bygones, Marvin extends his hand to Mel and says, “Brothers?” Without hesitation, Melvin embraces Marv's hand and responds with a rousing proclamation of “Brothers!” Unfortunately the heart warming display is short lived, thanks to Melvin pulling a confused Marvin towards him, grabbing onto his waist and destroying him with the Mel's Shocker! Marvin responds with tortured groans that simply elicit a round of shameful giggles from Melvin. “Sorry, bro. But, that's my belt out front.” He remarks, dusting off his jeans and surveying the considerable carnage. Melvin leaves the broken husks of Biff, Marvin, and The King in his wake, as he scampers towards the mansion, assuming a gargantuan lead over the rest of the field. TAYLOR My, Krista, you have a very lovely garden. So many beautiful flowers and shrubbery. KRISTA Yes, but I keep my most precious plants inside. Out of the sight of roaming police helicopters.... Meanwhile at poolside, Leon is attending to his drenched girlfriend, who's shivering like a soaking wet puppy. Although he feels some sort of chivalrous urge to stay and assure her that everything will be okay, he can't help but fret over the fact that those wrestlers without girlfriends to weigh them down are closing in on his 24/7 title. With hints of impatience in his voice, he desperately tries to convince Ali that it would be wise for them to restart their aborted chase for the championship. However Alix, cocooned in a Mickey Mouse towel, seems positively spooked by the whole lawn mower incident and is steadfast in her refusal to budge. Unfortunately the decision to leave the poolside area is made for her, as former 24/7 champion Mackenzie DeCenzo comes from out of no where, to spear her out of Leon's arm and knock her into the pool! SPLASH! The women hit the crystal clear water with all the grace of a boulder dropped from a seventeen story building. The fresher, more spirited Mackenzie, pops up first, and promptly dedicates herself to the despicable task of trying to drown Alix. Spewing vulgarities like an utter madwoman, Mackie firmly presses her hand onto Alix's head, and submerges her entire body underneath the sparkling ocean. KRISTA If I had known we were going to see a T&A catfight in the pool, I would filled it with creamed corn and charged the neighborhood kids admission. TAYLOR Creamed corn? Not mud? KRISTA Do you have any idea how hard and how time consuming it is to clean mud stains off the surface of an Olympic sized swimming pool? And where am I supposed to get that much mud? Huh? TERRY Where would you get that much creamed corn? KRISTA Oh I have my ways... While Taylor ponders Krista's cryptic comments, Leon encounters a rather troubling decision. Either he can do the honorable thing and assist Alix but hurt his chances of reclaiming the 24/7 title, or he can leave Alix to fend for herself and selfishly resume his quest for the gold. Choices, choices, choices. Choices that he'll never get a chance to make, due to the fact that Flex Phillips smashes a sculpture of the Hindu elephant god Ganesh over his head! The OAOAST's number one babyface sinks to the tile flooring, and bellows in anguish, unable to cope with the massive amount of pain that's rushing through his skull. “Hello, Mister Rodez.” Flex begins, crushing the remnants of the statue with his boot. “I believe you and I have some unfinished business.” TAYLOR Krista, your statue! KRISTA No big deal, I stole it from Carmen Electra anyway. She stole Dave Navarro out from under my nose, I steal her mythical deity. Not an equal trade off, but at least the statue doesn't bear the shame of having been in a band with Perry Farrell. With shards of the statue resting in his finely gelled hair, Leon slowly rises, preparing to trade blows with the nutrition guru. However, Flex, now holding a wooden chair, has no intentions of participating in a simple slugfest. No, he wants to eliminate Le-Ro as quickly and as painfully as possible. Thus he throws his directly towards Leon's face. Fortunately, Rodez ducks beneath the swipe and avoids near decapitation. His breath comes in heavy and ragged spurts, as he watches the projectile sink into the shallow end of the pool. A second chair is thrown by Flex, and meets the same unproductive results as the first, except this time the chair collides with a tall oriental vase inside the cabana, exploding the antique item into fragments. TAYLOR Krista, your chairs! KRISTA Stolen from the lady across the street who seems morally opposed to letting her golden retriever do it's “business” any where that's not my front lawn. Most people wake up to a steaming pot of coffee. I wake up to a steaming piles of fly infested dog shit. Speaking of dog shit, it's Terry Taylor, everyone! Suddenly waves of fists dance across Phillips' face, thanks to Grand Rapids' favorite son. Flex swats at the incoming punches, trying to steer them clear with his meaty hands, but he's unsuccessful in this endeavor. Then his face is abruptly yanked forward and impacted perfectly with Leon's forearm! Phillip's thick neck snaps back and forth, over and over again, as he's mercilessly pounded by the handsome superstar. Ever the charismatic showman, Leon decides to get a little flashy, and winds up for a windmill punch. But the gestural nature of that attack affords Flex enough time to mount a counterattack. His two arms coil around Rodez' waist, ready to strike with a deadly belly to belly suplex. But Leon prevents the move from materializing by repeatedly whipping his head into Flex's face, drawing obscene amounts of blood from the brawler's pierced nostrils. Quite the pig headed one, a crimson masked Flex, refuses to capitulate on the belly to belly attempt and tries the hold one more time. But Leon's unending parade of heabutts makes the move roundly impossible, forcing Phillips to move onto Plan B. What's Plan B, Patty? Patty, will tell you what Plan B is, if you'd just sit down and be patient, you ass licking whores. Plan B consists of Flex using Leon's body as a battering ram, charging forward, and slamming the man into a pillar on the side of the cabana! The whole structure vibrates upon impact, providing a steady bass line to Leon's tortured screams. TAYLOR Oh! A solid attack by Phillips. KRISTA As solid as the white man's stranglehold on the senate. Despite his race, it's fairly obvious that Flex Phillips is a dupe of the white man's conspiracy to suppress the masses on behalf of the multinational fascist dictatorship. TAYLOR Agreed one hundred percent. Power to the people, my snow bunny sister. KRISTA You? You're nothing but the steel toe of the boot of the capitalist Nazi regime! Leon grimaces in profound pain, but it appears the worst is yet to come for the ex X-division champion. Flex latches onto his throat, and heaves him a good eight feet into the air. A screaming Leon clears the hut's railing, and suffers a brutal landing face first onto the cabana's dark wooden floor. Le-Ro is momentarily dazed by the jarring impact, and for a troubling moment he has extreme difficulty in remembering just who he is, what he's doing here, and why a six foot seven monster is threatening to knock him into Pacific Ocean. “Are you okay, Lee-Lee?” A genuinely concerned Alix shouts in the distance, ignoring the fact that Mackie is still trying to drown her to death. “Oh, I'm just peachy keen, darling!” Leon replies, pouring on the sarcasm. Surveying the scene, Flex Phillips smirks as the splashing and spluttering behind him continues. This is his chance. Leaving Leon behind to continue to collect his thought, Flex jogs off into the distance as he heads towards Krista's house. The house itself, naturally, seeing as he's already in her backyard. TAYLOR So it's Hell Mel and Flex Phillips soaring into early leads, with The Marv and Biff still out on the tennis court recovering, Leon hurting on the cabana and Alix trying to fight off Mackenzie in the pool. KRISTA At least someone's paying attention. TAYLOR Hey, it's my job. KRISTA Yeah but yours pays far less than mine, let's keep that in mind. Don't be getting too big for your britches, bitches, just because you've got an attention span to speak of. We now cut away from two women thrasing around in a pool and to Hell Mel, for some inane reason. Now in the dining room, Melvin seems confused, probably wondering what wrong turn he took to end up in the middle of a well-furnished jungle. Mel gets his bearings quickly though, probably wishing he had a map to find his way around this ridiculously large dwelling. Shuffling around the antique dining room table Mel gets to the door and prepares to explore some more of the less than humble abode, before five words halt his progress. "Hey, pissflaps, behind ya!" Melvin stops in confusion, wondering who's behind him and why they're using such a childish insult. The answers to those trying questions are Flex Phillips and because he's Flex Phillips. His distraction has worked well enough however, as Flex dares Melvin on and the Sk8ter Boi obliges him, sliding across the table like Daisy Duke more or may not have done (before my time) and coming at Flex with forearms. TAYLOR I'm impressed that Flex caught up to Mel so quick, it looked like Melvin was away and in the clear for a moment. KRISTA You haven't seen my state of the art, top of the range, rip-off merchant priced security system, have you? I'm impressed that Mel was smart enough to work out how to get through so quickly. It's like getting into the vault of Lloyd's of London sneaking into my house. Many a drunken night I've spent kicking my door in a futile attempt to prise it open. Like a crazed man, Mel slams his forearm across the dome of Flex Phillips, rocking him backwards, up against the sink. Still Mel is throwing those bones, seemingly unstoppable...until Flex reaches back and cocks his elbow, snapping one of the taps and causing a jet of ice cold water to shoot from the faucet. Mel is caught in the eye by the makeshift water feature and recoils, allowing Flex an opportunity to shoot forward with a firm knee to the gut. Luckily for Mel, Krista's dining room isn't well stocked, so there aren't any sharp, mutilating weapons for Flex to utilise. But Flex has his hands to use as weapons and he nails Mel with a hard right hand. Mel stumbles backwards and Flex quickly backtracks, opening up the door leading to the backyard. Grabbing Mel by the hair and seat of his pants and with the door wide open, Flex makes like Uncle Phil and hurls Mel right out the door!! "And STAY OUT!" cries Flex authoratively, little knowing that as soon as Mel comes to a plummeting fall on the patio, Leon Rodez is waiting as he charges through the door and clotheslines Phillips down! "Honey, I'm HO-OME!" cheers Leon as he steps over Flex's motionless body. KRISTA Gee, that was original. I knew I should have booby trapped that door to abruptly shut the moment this douche stepping through it. I'll never learn. Sigh! TAYLOR Heh, 'booby'. Declining the opportunity to advance through the house, Leon instead sets about bringing Flex to his feet. The mighty nutrition guru shoves Leon away and sends him up against the beech wood table, but Leon stops himself and as Flex runs in, Leon pushes up onto the balls of his hands and locks on a headscissors. Flex tries to fight it, but Leon makes Flex chow down on his thights (steady now) before swinging around and sending Phillips sprawling across the tiled floor with a hurricanrana! KRISTA So, anyway, what colour carpet do you think I should have in the living room once it gets all torn up and stuff? I'm thinking black, to cover the stains Maya and her friends cause and also to match my heart. TAYLOR I'm not really much of an interior designer, sorry. KRISTA You're not really much of a human being, but that hasn't stopped you from existing, has it? Pulling himself up, Leon favours his hip slightly but realises he has a belt to win. Unfortunately, footsteps from outside the back door halt him and fearing the worst, Leon turns around...relieved to see a besheveled Alix Maria Spezia in the doorway. "Honey, I'm HO-O..." "What happened to Mackenzie?" "Who?" "Nevermind. So, let's go find that belt, huh?" smiles Leon, not altogether too convincingly and probably plotting on a way to lose Alix before reaching the belt. But all the same, Alix and Leon join hands and walk happily off out of the dining room, leaving Flex to lick his wounds. KRISTA NO! DON'T TRUST HIM ALIX, WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU, REPEATEDLY AND ANGRILY! TAYLOR She can't hear you, Krista. KRISTA I know, but it's not her fault. She gets distracted very easily. TAYLOR No, I mean...oh, nevermind. Leaving the kitchen, Leon and Alix emerge in a hallway, but suddenly The Sliky Smooth One brings them to a stop. "Oh man, I need a whizz." groans Leon. "Must be all that water and your erect nipples." "I've been told I have that effect on people." Alix giggles in reply. "So, where's the bathroom at?" Alix points off to her right, where luckily there happens to be a downstairs bathroom. Breathing a sigh of relief, Leon heads in that direction...curiously, bringing Alix with him. I guess they're one of the those couples who do everything together, huh? Anyway, Leon and Alix abandon the hunt for the 24/7 Title briefly and walk down the long hallway in search of the first floor bathroom. Lucky that Alix knows her way around Krista's house well, otherwise Leon could be in bladder trouble. As it is, he reaches the bathroom safely and opens the door to reveal a typically lavish room. The taps and other appliances, apart from being crystal clean are also quite clearly expensive. A built in home entertainment system adorns one wall, just incase anyone's in it for the long haul. And of course, the main focal point, a large jacuzzi. Usually, however, it isn't filled with barbecue sauce. Rodez and Spezia stop, glance at each other in disbelief, then look back at Jivin' JR and three scantily clad ladies, all bathing within JR's spicy juice. "Oh good God." "RUN FOR THE GOLD! RUN FOR THE GOLD! Leon Rodez, Alix Maria Spezia! Wanna join the party? You wanna get covered in my sauce? BITCHES BE DIPPIN' BAH GAWD! RUN FOR THE GOLD! GOOD GAWD ALMIGHTY, RUN FOR THE GOLD! It's hawt in here, bah gawd!" "Oh, good God." J.R's bitches laugh, as the barbecue sauce begins to bubble. "Did you turn the bubbles on, Jimmy?" "Nope." "Oh, good GOD." KRISTA I couldn't agree more. It's gonna take me forever to get those stains out of my beloved jacuzzi. Backing slowly away, Leon apparantly not longer feels the need to urinate as he leads Alix to the relative normality of the hallway. Leon wisely closes the door after him and after a quick shudder, he looks to erase that hideous vision from his memory. And he just about manages to clear his mind in time to see a walking wounded, limping Biff Atlas pass the hallway in search of the front door! Panicking, Leon jogs after Biff, Alix following on as thankfully we're back to the match at hand. TAYLOR You know, I always wondered what happened to Jivin' JR. KRISTA So YOU'RE the one! Figures. You fringe characters need to stick together I guess. Biff has little to no idea that he's being followed and as he makes his way through the maze of corridors and sub-corridors, the hapless haircare expert is already humming happily to himself. However, his lack of attention means he subsequently takes a wrong turning and strangely ends up in Krista's living room. Biff seems confused and appalled in one fair swoop, also a keen expert in hygiene. Picking up a copy of GQ Magazine from July 2003, Biff rests on what is presumably a sofa, moving an empty pizza box aside and sitting himself down for a brief rest. However, as soon as he sits down, he becomes a sitting target for Leon Rodez. Or rather, Alix Maria Spezia, Leon positioning himself with his back to Biff and launching Alix airborne for a bodysplash on Biff! KRISTA Oh, I'm so ashamed right now. I'm not a slob, really. God, I hope Entertainment Today aren't watching, not that they would. Before Maya came along, this room was my pride and joy. It was clean. It was neat. There were no creatures that I had to log onto the internet to identify crawling around the refuse. Did I ever tell you I hate Ned Blanchard? TAYLOR About four times on the plane ride over, twice before we came on air. KRISTA If something's not worth saying seven times, it's not worth saying at all. By the way Terry, you suck you suck you suck you suck you suck you suck you suck. TAYLOR Charming. Rolling around the filth, Alix and Biff scrap in what vaguely resembles a catfight. Leon is ready to step in and help his girl, but suddenly Flex Phillips has entered the room and wipes out Leon with a Northern Lariat! Flex flexs...only to get wiped out with a similarly unexpected strike, Marvin Nerdly sprinting into the room and dropkicking Flex in the spine, sending him sprawling across the sofa. If Flex wanted a mouthful of discarded pizza cheese and spilt Cherry 7UP, he's in luck. Otherwise, too bad. "Alright bitches, let's RAWK!" The Marv is now in the ascendancy, quite literally as he scales the back of the sofa. Alix, Biff, Flex and Leon all collect themselves and pull each other to their feet, scrapping away meekly as Marv climbs in front of them. The sofa is in danger of tipping...so it's lucky that Hell Mel has decided to make this his time for a grandious entrance, diving on the trash covered sofa to hold it in place and allow Marvin to soar off, wiping out the other four combatants in the 'match' with a soaring crossbody! The fivesome end up in the heap of discarded toys and other remnants that cover Krista's carpet, leaving Hell Mel the only one standing. Marv is quickly getting to his feet however, so Mel clears a space and hops up onto the sofa. Stooping low, Mel jumps up and looks to gain a springboard off the sofa's seat. A tactic which worked much better when he was a 7 year old weakling. A a 20 year old stud, however, he only ends up causing a worrying noise as his foot crashes through the sofa and breaks the springs beneath him. Mel's leg is trapped in the sofa now and all the fidgeting in the world isn't going to free him from it's evil velour claws. KRISTA (annotating) New...sofa. Alright, that's awesome! Now, somebody break the TV, I could do with an expensive upgrade! I'm thinking 36 inches. And if you even THINK of making a joke about penis size Terry Taylor, I swear I'll get you thrown out of here. Melvin continues to struggle to free himself as The Marv emerges from the mess, clutching a copy of Burnout 360 in his hand and bouncing the plastic case off of his brother's head. A disgruntled 'OW!' is all he gets as reward however, Marvin charges. Unfortunately for him though, Mel ducks his head and manages to backdrop Marv over, causing him to be bent spine-first over the back of the sofa and then sprawl face-first into the finely decorated wall behind! TAYLOR Oh, MAN! That could be both of the Boiz out of the running after that! KRISTA Running? For what? Oh shit, yeah, this is a match. I almost forgot, what with nobody going after the belt and everyone preferring to instead wreck shit up in my living room to draw this debacle out. As Marv slumps up against the wall, his face mushed against the tasteful wallpaper, the duos of NRG and LeLix (cute name, huh?) begin to get back up. Alix doesn't last long as Flex almost decapitates her with a clothesline, while Biff swings out with a clothesline of his own on Leon, which misses and allows The Silky Smooth One to jab Biff with a Standing Ass Punch, causing Biff to stumble forward, wiping out a speaker system which topples on top of him for good measure! "This shit is bananas!" Leon then screams, retrieving a copy of one Gwen Stefani's debut solo album and skimming it like a frisbee towards Flex Phillips' head. Flex adeptly ducks however, causing the flimsy CD case to shatter into a family portait hung on the wall behind him, an 'Isadora Duncan' family portait that has become a makeshift dartboard where Ned Blanchard's sketched image stands. Flex stays stooped as he charges forward, looking to tackle Rodez backwards towards the backyard and the windows in it's path, but luckily Rodez manages to sidestep Phillips. Skidding to a halt before he goes hurtling through the glass, Flex thanks his lucky stars and the big man upstairs (although, ironically, there hasn't been a big man upstairs in this particular house for some time) and turns around in search of Rodez. Rodez is waiting on him though and he stabs Flex in the head with an Emmy statuette, ripping the flesh on Flex's forehead open in the process. KRISTA No, not my Emmy! TAYLOR Since when did you win an Emmy? KRISTA When I put in the highest bid for it on e-Bay, Sherlock! Scratch off the part of the nameplate that says "Ted Danson" and it's as good as mine. Who are you to doubt me? As Flex collapses with his hands pressed to his stinging forehead, Hell Mel has suddenly freed his leg from the sofa and celebrates his newfound freedom by scuttling on out of the living room, in search of 24/7 gold. Rodez spots Mel's getaway and tosses the Emmy haphazardly aside before chasing after Mel, the other four combatants remaining in various states of consciousness in the living room. Mel is clearly in the lead, running through the corridors with Leon hot on his heels. Both men's running begins to slow though, as Melvin is clearly lost. TAYLOR Mel and Leon, getting closer to the gold...or, at least, I think they are. Are they? KRISTA How should I know? TAYLOR Well it is your house. KRISTA But I haven't been paying attention, doofus. Keep up. "Do you even know where you're going!?!" shouts Rodez off into the distance, as Mel turns another corner, confronted by a home cinema. And by home cinema, I'm not talking a medium sized T.V and some fancy surround sound speakers, I'm talking a cinema screen and 20 fold-down cinema seats. "I guess not!" "Me neither. Maybe we should stop running and check the map then, eh?" "Map!?!" Mel screeches to a halt and goes into reverse, jogging backwards to where Leon now stands. "You were given a map?" "Well...not as such." *SMACK!* Down goes Melvin, felled by a Superkick and thwarted by his feeble mind! Looking a little guilty, Leon consoles himself in the fact that Mel would have done the same had the situation been different and prepares to go belt hunting again. Only, as he turns back around, he's confronted by the current Champion, Alix Maria Spezia, again arriving just in time to bring her boyfriend to a halt. "Hey Lee-Lee, I think we're getting closer, we just need to go down this hallway and... *SHRIIIIIIEEEEEEK!* Oh my God, what did you do to MEL!?!" Leon seems confused by Alix's sudden concern for the Sk8ter Boi, not to mention even more guilty than before. "He...he slipped. On...something." "Oh, that's okay then. So, we gonna get that belt or what?" Shrugging, Leon drops to one knees and drops into some imaginary starters blocks, perfectly willing to race his girlfriend to the belt. Alix takes her time in reading what's going on as she is prone to do, but eventually she too drops onto her marks, gets set and... ...Biff Atlas clatters through the OAOAST's most beloved couple with clotheslines! KRISTA That's what happens when you trust a man...another man clotheslines you in the back. Exactly what I've been telling my friends at my Women's Liberation meetings for years. Biff comes to a stop and once he's sure Alix and Leon are down, he stumbles on down the hallway and as Krista's obscenely expensive water fountain feature comes into view, he just KNOWS that he's close. He will get no closer for the moment though, as The Marv has recovered and has hold of Biff's leg, desperately halting his progress. Biff tries to shake Marvin up but fails to do so, so instead he slams his arm across the Boi's back and hauls him to his feet. Winding up, a cocky Biff tries to take Marv's head off...but Marv's head ducks, as well as the rest of his upper body, allowing Marvin to backdrop Biff overhead... *SPLASH!* ...and into the base of the water fountain with a less than comfortable landing! "AH! My coccyx!" weeps Biff. TAYLOR These six contestants are really putting themselves through it here, all in search of the 24/7 Championship. And this match has been every bit as gruelling as Run For The Gold 1 was! KRISTA At least this one didn't have David Hasselhoff involved. For no reason at all, David Hasselhoff walks by eating a baloney sandwich, as Flex Phillips finds his way into the hallway in time to club The Marv from behind, dropping him to his knees. Flex grabs Marv's finely groomed hair and pulls him straight back up though, looking to deal with Marvin once and for all as he aims to torpedo him through one of K.I.D's wall length aquariums! Up on the shoulder however, Marv begins to fight and his frantic elbows eventually help him to squirm from Flex's grip and land safely on his feet. Placing his hands on Flex's shoulders, Marvin then goes up and over with a leapfrog and backs himself up against the glass fish tank. "C'mon Mr Universe, let's see what you've got!" Flex is incensed to be called out by a Sk8ter Boi and charges with a Yakuza Kick, aiming it at Marv's skull. Marv weaves clear of the impact however, Flex's leg unable to do the same... *CRAAAAAASSSSSHHHH!!* ...AND IT SMASHES THROUGH THE GLASS, SENDING WATER AND FISHES FLOODING FORTH FROM WITHIN!! KRISTA Now that's an insurance claim! Somewhere, Aquaman is weeping...for many reasons, the destruction of his artful handiwork tonight probably low on his list of concerns. As the hallway rapidly begins to flood, Marv charges at Flex. Unfortunately his footwear doesn't provide much grip on the slippery surface beneath his feet and he loses his footing, long enough for Flex to regain his bearings and rock Marvin with a headbutt! Marv falls to his knees, soaking his fashionable jeans in the process. That proves the least of his worries however, as Flex reaches down beside his feet and grabs a flailing bright blue and yellow fish from the water, pulling Marv's head back and attempting to cram the creature down The Boi's throat!! TAYLOR UGH! Flex is trying forcefeed Marv that live fish! KRISTA What's the big deal, narrator? It's just like sushi. Unprocessed, scale covered, boney sushi. Marv declines this free meal with a swift backhand to the face of Flex, causing the fish to fall back to the safety of the water that floods the floor. Yes, I didn't kill it. Don't sue, hippy. Flex reels away holding his face as The Marv now has the front door in his sights and knows he's close. So with one last attempt to dry off his pants, Marv sprints forward and tries to dodge past Flex. Nothing doing though, as Flex catches him at the side and drives him down with a soggy STO! "Looks like Jadakiss is gonna get some more royalties, because THE CHAMP IS...HERE!" Flex confidently cries as he rises to his feet, little realising that Alix Maria Spezia has snuck into the lead! KRISTA Yes! C'mon Ali, if you get close enough to the finish line I can release the dogs on the other idiots! I've been teasing them especially! Singing off key...poking them with sticks...showing them a The Best Of The Red Rooster compilation DVD. TAYLOR Ouch. KRISTA I know. Worst twelve minutes of my life. Alix crawls through the front doors and finds herself in the Los Angeles open once more, breathing in the SoCal air gleefully as the finish line is mere feet away. A good few feet, but feet nonetheless. Alix clambers up to her feet and with the final stretch in sight, she turns around to check no-one is tailing her...which is an unwise move, as it allows Flex Phillips to catch up and throw a right hand that drops Alix down to one knee. "Hey, Flex, ahomosayswhat!" "What?" "Heh...he said what." Turning around, Flex suddenly finds himself rocked by a succession of right hands by The New-Age Love Machine, Leon Rodez! Rodez puts Flex on the backfoot and while Alix recovers beside this fight, Rodez stops and attempts another Superkick. Unlike Marv before him however, Flex is able to duck and catch Rodez as he spins around, booting him in the gut and setting up for a Powerbomb! TAYLOR Alix is up and the title is so, so close! KRISTA And Rodez is gonna get crushed too! This is too perfect! Alix now seems to have a clear route to the belt and Krista is up on her feet beside the finish line, beckoning Alix to come towards her. However, Alix's vision isn't locked solely on the belt. Turning away, Alix sprints across the front lawn and leaps over her boyfriend's back, snaring Flex by the head and twisting him around with a hurricanrana!! Flex and Alix clatter onto the firm lawn with a thud and neither is getting up, leaving Leon standing. And it doesn't take a genius to figure out what he's going to do next. Jogging clear, Rodez smiles from ear to ear, as he dives across the finish line, snapping it in two and securing himself the victory! Scrambling up to his feet, Rodez then collects the belt and avoids Krista's icy glare as he jogs off into the distance, already celebrating. TAYLOR Leon did it! Leon grabbed the belt! Somebody ring the bell! Krista quickly grabs up the bell and places it on Taylor's head. *DINGDINGDING!* TAYLOR OUCH! MAYA AndthewinnerisTheDouche! The Douch...erm, Leon Rodez continues to jog off into the distance, not stopping to look back as he reaches the road leading away from the house, jumping into a handily placed cab and speeding away and out of sight. Back at the house, Biff Atlas and The Sk8ter Boiz can only watch on despairingly as Rodez is now long gone and also, the new 24/7 Champion. Also watching on is Alix Maria Spezia, hanging her head at the scathing look Krista is giving her. TAYLOR Man, what an ending. It looked like Alix was seconds away from retaining her title, but she sacrificed herself to save her boyfriend...and in the end, her boyfriend took the belt. KRISTA Sacrifice Shmacrifice! Alix finally came to the realization I've been trying to force on her for weeks. Leon didn't care about her, all he cares about is the belt. You saw it right there. Alix lands on her ass and Leon just runs into the night...well, the evening anyway. TAYLOR You really think Leon is that selfish? KRISTA Don't know, don't care. I'm out of here Terry. You ain't gon' see me for dust. I've got some re-decorating to do, so take yourself off my property and take the rest of this circus with you. Peach out. Krista throws down her microphone and leaves the broadcast table to console Alix, as we swoop back to Indy! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted January 1, 2007 (edited) Free TV MOTY: WARGAMES~! (10/28 Syndicated) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We cut back to the arena to a wide shot of the most fabled structure in wrestling, the double ring cage, which has been lowered into position. The crowd are buzzing as we get a quick tour around the cage, both outside and from out entrepid cameramen inside. Meanwhile, at the door to Ring One stands Michael Buffer, as it's time for war! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time... for your MAIN EVENT of the evening! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE Well, here we go Jesse! Roll up your socks and get ready for war! VENTURA What an atmosphere Schiavone, unbelievable! BUFFER Tonight, the personal grudge between two opposing factions will come to a head, in the environment that has been etched in wrestling folklore like no other, in WAR GAMES!! At this time, the rules of War Games. War Games consists of seven periods, with the 1st period lasting 5 Minutes. All other periods with last for 2 Minutes. The first member of each team, as specified earlier in the night, will enter the ring and the first period will begin. At the end of the five minute period, the team which wins the referee's coin toss will send in a second man, giving their team a 2 to 1 advantage. Two minutes there after, the opposing team sends in their second man, evening the odds. After period 3, the winners of coin toss sends in their third man. Teams alternate during the remaining periods until all eight men have entered War Games, at which point, The Match Beyond shall begin! The only way to win is via Submission or Surrender! There will be no pinfalls, no countouts and no disqualifications. War Games only ends when a combatants makes any one member of the opposing team surrender. With the rules out of the way, the crowd give another loud roar. BUFFER Wrestling fans, ARE YOU READY? "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... ARE... YOU... RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR - EEEEEEAAAADDYY!!?!!?!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER Then, for the thousands in attendance and the millions watching around the world on syndicated television... ladies and gentlemen... LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLET'S GET RRRRRRRRRRRRRRREADY TO RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUMBLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! "I walk a lonely road..." "The only one that I have ever known..." "Don't know where it goes..." "But it's home to me and I walk alone." The crowd collectively crap on "Boulevard Of Broken Dreams", but more specifically the four men that it plays to the ring. Leading the way is Bruce Blank, dressed for a fight and tooled up for a fight, with his trusty barbed wire baseball bat slung over his shoulder. Bruce jaws away at the fans who thrust their pro-Zack and anti-SWF signs in his path, just to wind the bigman up. Following regimently behind are Todd Cortez and Bloodshed, eyes focused ahead, not playing to the crowd at all. They're already in the proverbial 'zone', it seems. "I walk this empty street... "On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams." "Where the city sleeps... "And I'm the only one and I walk alone." But we have to go back a little further for their partner, as Landon Maddix and Megan Skye bring up the rear. And far from focused or daunted by the War Games structure, Landon is actually posing at the head of the aisle. Maddix eventually follows his three team-mates down, smugly declaring that he's 'ready for war', despite his cocky exterior. BUFFER Coming to the ring at this time, the team representing the Smartmarks Wrestling Federation! Accompanied to the ring by MEGAN SKYE! Hailing from Huron, South Dakota by way of Madrid, Spain... he weighs two hundred, fifteen pounds, LANDON "LA CUCARACHAAAAA" MMMAAAAADDIIIIIXXXXX!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" And introducing THE WWWIIILLLDCARDS! First, at two hundred, twenty-five pounds... BLLLLLOOOOODDSSSHHHHHEEEEEDD!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" From 'Hollywood Boulevard'... two hundred, twenty six pounds... "THE URBAN LEGEND" TTOOOOOODD CCOOOOORRRRRTTEEEEEZZZZZ!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" And finally, the man leading his team into battle... he is "The Redneck Superman" and already one of the most controversial superstars in OAOAST history, ladies and gentlemen, this is BBRRRRRUUUUUCCEEEEE... BBLLLLLAAAAANNKK!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" SCHIAVONE A hostile reception, no more than these four are used to after their downright despicable acts ever since The Wildcards arrived in the OAOAST at the helm of Zack Malibu. The OAOAST has never been the same since and now, they join forces with Landon Maddix, looking to destroy four of the most recognisable faces in the company's history. VENTURA For as long as I can remember, people have been trying to knock Zack Malibu off of his perch. But nobody, nobody in the history of the OAOAST has gone to the lengths that Bruce Blank has, along with his Wildcard running buddies. They made this beyond personal and they pushed Zack to the edge. Tonight might be the night they send him spiralling the rest of the way into oblivion. They may be more powerful than ever after tonight. SCHIAVONE That's not a prospect that bears thinking about Jesse. The SWF team assemble at the door to Ring Two, the closest to the announce table. Luckily, with Tony and Jesse somewhere up in the cheap-seats there's no Coach or Cole around, meaning when Bruce slams his barbed bat down for safe keeping, only the fans closest are startled. Referee Nick Patrick is the man with the short straw guarding the door, keeping his distance from the foursome as he opens the door up... ...for Landon Maddix. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Landon looks for some high-fives on his way into the cage, but only Bruce obliges. So, with a quick kiss from Megan for good luck, Landon enters the War Games structure and takes it all in. Suddenly, Landon doesn't seem so cocksure of himself. SCHIAVONE Well, this is a bit of a surprise. Landon Maddix starting out for 'Team Wildcard', 'Team SWF' if you prefer, not the man I expected to lead the way. VENTURA I'm not sure how much say he had in the decision, but you don't wanna underestimate this guy. His record in Cage Matches in that other company is virtually spotless. Tougher than he looks. Plus, it gives The Wildcards some heavier ammunition as the match goes on. As Landon runs the ropes, making sure not to get a lashing of cage on the way, the opening strains of "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward bring the crowd to their feet! It doesn't take long for Zack Malibu to lead out the squadron, to another big roar, earning the fans a glowering from Bruce down at ringside. Behind Zack is his tag team partner, Leon Rodez. Much more serious than usual, although his cammo print robe and matching cammo print ring gear might be classed as a little goofy. No goofiness behind them as The GPX complete the team. BUFFER And, introducing their opponents! Representing THE ONE AND ONLY ANGLESAULT THREAD! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER At a combined weight of four hundred and thirty seven pounds... the former OAOAST World Tag Team Champions, SCOTTY STATIC and JOHNNY "JAM" JACKSON... THE GGLLOOBBAALL PPAARRTTYY... EEEEEXXXXXCCHHAAAAANNGGEEEEE!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER From Grand Rapids, Michigan... two hundred, twenty pounds, he is one of the most beloved superstars in the OAOAST... "SILKY SMOOTH"... LLLLLEEEEEOOOOONN... RRRRROOOOODDEEEEEZZZZZ!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER And finally the team captain! Stepping into war tonight, bent on revenge, he is the most recognisable superstar in OAOAST history! The former OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion... ZZZZZAAAAACCKK... MMMMMAAAAALLLLLIIIIIBBUUUUU!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE There they are, Team OAOAST, four men who at one time or another have been both close friends and sworn enemies. Infact, The Wildcards were brought in at Zack's request to take out The GPX in the first place. Add in Rodez's former association with The GPX and the tag team wars these four have had against each other and it's a combustable team. The past is the past though and these four must put their past differences aside if they're to survive tonight. VENTURA They're not just fighting for themselves tonight, Schiavone. They're not just fighting for Zack, or Candie or baby Jenna. They're fighting for the OAOAST! For each and every one of these people in the arena, watching in TV land and for everybody in the back. And me. So they'd better get along! SCHIAVONE The history is well documented. The reasons need no further explanation. It's time for war! And will tonight be the ultimate revenge for Zack Malibu, or the demise of his legacy and perhaps the future of this company as we know it? As Zack's team make it down to ringside, the first call of duty is for Leon Rodez, to hold Zack back from starting the match on the floor! The three Wildcards begin to move around to meet them but luckily the referees and cooler heads on the teams manage to prevent a brawl on the floor. SCHIAVONE The problem for the OAOAST team is that on the SWF team, Landon has his Land Of Nod, Cortez has at least two 'patented' submission holds capable of getting the win, plus whatever Bruce and Bloodshed have in their locker. Where-as on Team OAOAST, they don't really have a submission specialist in the team. And with that the only way to win, it might be a case of improvisation, without a go-to submission hold... VENTURA That we know of. Zack and co have known about War Games for a couple of weeks now, I'd like to think they've been working on some hold or another between them that'll earn a tapout. SCHIAVONE A good point Jesse. As the OAOAST foursome take their place by the door, off comes the robe as it'll be Leon Rodez to enter at number one! Rodez climbs into the doorway and fires up the crowd. He then takes a last pep-talk from Zack before weaving in through the ropes, the door shutting behind him... *DINGDINGDING!* ...and the bell sounding to signal the start of War Games! SCHIAVONE Rodez and Maddix to start, meeting for the first time since their battle at AngleSlam which "La Cucaracha" came up on the winning end of. From opposite rings Landon and Leon get their first looks at one another and predictably enough, the insults start flying as Leon steps out of Ring One and scrambles into Ring Two, trying to avoid being jumped in the process. He needn't worry though. As soon as Leon gets into Ring Two, Landon has gone the other way, escaping to Ring One and encouraging his adversary to 'calm down'. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Leon is quick to reverse and go back to Ring One though... ...but by the time he gets there, Landon is sneaking back into Ring Two. VENTURA Looks like Landon's stalling for time. But he ain't gonna be able to run for five minutes, surely! SCHIAVONE He might just be trying to lure Leon in here Jess. VENTURA Well he's doing it with the wrong guy if he is. No chance of Leon losing his cool. Left alone in Ring One Leon climbs up to the middle rope and encourages Landon to join him, but The Next Generation is passing the opportunity up. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Realising he's wasting his time, Leon steps over and out onto the apron, rushing into Ring Two. Landon scrambles out towards Ring One, but Leon has caught on to his cat and mouse game by now and ducks right back out towards the other ropes, covering that option. Both men are now faced off on the apron and it seems the cat has caught the mouse. Maddix panickily ducks right, then ducks left, faking an entry into Ring Two, before ducking right again...and getting caught with a clothesline, sending him spiralling over the top and into Ring One with a thud! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" VENTURA Alright, now we're getting started! Landon sits back up and begs off from Leon as finally both men are in the same ring. And Maddix's escape route is blocked by the small matter of a steel mesh wall, backed up against the cage as he looks for a time-out. No chance. Leon catches him with a boot to the gut and whips La Cucaracha off the other side, catching him on the rebound with a BAAAACKbody drop, Landon clipping the cage roof on the way up and down! With a clutch of the back Maddix comes right back up, still looking for that elusive time-out. His guard is otherwise down though, earning him a jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! With a quick 360 of the crowd, Rodez blows the kiss to all... *SMACK!* ...and LANDS the enziguri, flipping Maddix inside out! SCHIAVONE Mama Said Knock You Out! And Leon Rodez might have done just that! Despite being down, dazed and looking up at the lights, the first thing Landon does is lift his arms overhead and call for a time-out. Rodez is determined to make him learn eventually though and hauls him up by the hair. Bruce is furious on the outside, yelling at his 'partner' to fight back... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...as Leon fires off a knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...a second. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and a third! Landon is left on rubbery legs in the centre of Ring One as Leon points to the cage wall and openly asks, "Shall I?" The pounding on the cage wall from The GPX suggests he should, so Leon grabs Maddix by the hair and runs him in... but Maddix throws up his hands, latching onto the links of the cage, DESPERATELY blocking a face-first meeting with the steel! SCHIAVONE Rodez trying to bring the cage into play, but not if Maddix can help it! With his face inches away from the steel Maddix's arms are shaking as he clings on for all he's worth. Eventually he manages to throw an elbow back and catch Rodez in the abdomen, releasing himself and allowing him to turn the tables and throw Leon in... but Leon blocks as well! VENTURA It's every these two can do to prevent eating that cage! SCHIAVONE Every female fan watching is praying right now at home. VENTURA And probably some guys. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Managing to hold out from a face-grating experience just feet above his team-mates on the outside, Rodez finally shrugs away Maddix's grip... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and lashes him with another knifedge chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and another! Rodez changes it up with a hard right hand next and knocks Landon down, giving him time to retreat to the corner. Up to the top rope he goes, waiting on Landon to turn back around. Turn around he does, but with Megan warning him of what's waiting, prompting him to rush at the corner and The Silky Smooth One perched up high. Thinking quickly, Leon reaches up and grabs the roof of the cage though, pulling himself up, just as Maddix crashes sternum first into the turnbuckles!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE Amazing athleticism! VENTURA And he lands back on the ropes too, tremendous! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Sure enough, Leon is back on the top. And as Maddix stumbles back out into the centre of the ring, Rodez soars off the top, managing to avoid clipping the roof as he wipes out La Cucaracha with a Ricky Steamboat esque Crossbody Block!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Rodez rolls right through and back to his feet with a grin for everybody in attendance. Not grinning are any of The Wildcards, with Megan nervously pounding the cage, trying to encourage Landon to get his game together. Right now, that's easier said than done though. Clearly winded, Landon crawls away towards Ring Two and that time-out he seems so desperate for. Rodez is quick to deny him yet again though as he grabs a hold of Maddix's boot and drags him back inside Ring One. And as if Landon wasn't winded enough already... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...there's a knifedge chop in his future! SCHIAVONE Leon, laying them in with a little extra sauce for the OAOAST! VENTURA What does that even mean? With his chest reddening, Maddix backs off into a corner and tries to catch a breather. Leon is right in on him though and climbs up to the middle rope, pinning The Next Generation in and raining down the right hands! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" ...wait for it... "TEN!" Hopping off the ropes, Leon wrings out the arm and whips Maddix across the ring and into the opposite corner. Bumping out, the already struggling Landon takes a punch deep in the gut, doubling him over in mid-ring as Leon hits the ropes. Making sure not to hit the cage on the way, back rebounds Leon with a high Million $ Kneelift! One lucky fan at ringside gets a souvenir for the evening; one of La Cucaracha's front teeth. And Landon might be getting his own souvenir of the night soon as well, that being a big-ass scar on his forehead, as Leon grabs him behind the head and directs him towards the wall of the cage! VENTURA What's he waitin' for, do it already! SCHIAVONE Leon, looking to see which side of the crowd wants it more! Eventually The Silky Smooth One decides on the north side, scooping Landon up over his shoulder and preparing to spear him into the steel. However, the hesitation gives Landon some time to come back to his senses and as Leon charges him towards the cage, Landon manages to slither down the back and escape. Leon puts on the brakes just short of the cage wall and wheels around to make good on his mistake... ...and gets thumbed in the eye!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" VENTURA Costly mistake by Rodez there. He took way too much time and it might just cost his team big-time, because he had everything going his way until now! Maddix has finally got some offence in, but his team are far from impressed. Bruce even goes so far as to yell at his team-mate to "Stop fightin' like a dang girl!", as he slouches over the ring ropes and gets his breath back. Dropping to one knee, Maddix then starts to fiddle with his right boot whilst Rodez is blindly feeling his way around the ring, being directed by The GPX. To be fair, Leon is only lacking vision in one eye. Which means he can see Landon coming towards him, but also means he can't react in time... ...AS MADDIX THROWS A HANDFUL OF POWDER INTO THE EYES!! VENTURA WOAH! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" SCHIAVONE Faceful of powder and now Leon is even more incapacitated! And not surprisingly, Team SWF taking advantage of there being No Disqualifications to get ahead tonight! VENTURA It's war Schiavone, sometimes you've gotta fight dirty to win! As the cloud of powder hangs over the ring, Leon is left blindly swinging out at thin air. Maddix keeps his distance as the fists fly, waiting to pick his spot (through the smoke), which he does with a boot to the gut. Maddix then goes to work with clubbing forearm after clubbing forearm, making up for the early dominance of his opponent as he now beats him down to his knees. Shoving Rodez into the corner nearest the door, and his team-mates, Maddix then places a foot across the throat and starts to choke the life out of The Silky Smooth One, with Zack and The GPX just inches away but unable to help due to the cage wall in their way. Which becomes even more frustrating, as Maddix spits through the cage at the trio, sending Scotty Static into a rage as he leaps onto the cage and has to be pulled down by his partners! VENTURA That's really classy, huh? SCHIAVONE I don't think class is in Landon Maddix's vocabulary. The GPX can't get involved yet, but I've got a feeling Landon might regret that in due course. Pulling Leon out of the corner, Landon avoids another wild swing and goes to the gut with a knee. Snapmare puts Leon on his BUTT, leaving him wide open... *SMACK!* ...for a PUNTING kick, right to the spine! *SMACK!* ...and a second Dragon kick! Taking a step back to admire his handiwork, the red boot mark on Leon's back, Landon carefully measures him for what looks like a third kick. But at the least moment, Maddix fakes out on the kick and tumbles overhead, tweaking the neck with a Perfect Neck Snap! SCHIAVONE In the midst of all the spectacle and the feud between Bruce and Zack, we've got some smart wrestling here. Maddix realises that to win War Games, you need to earn a submission. And the Land Of Nod, his patented submission hold, works on the neck. VENTURA Picking a bodypart and working it over, as fundamental as wrestling gets. Rolling to his feet, Maddix spits and swats some imaginary gum. VENTURA And the cockiness to boot. Not what you're looking for in War Games, but who am I to complain about that? Maddix follows up with some boots, aiming for the neck now, a definate bullseye on Rodez's body. With a quick paintbrush across the face, Maddix then pulls The Silky Smooth One to his feet, locking him into a cravat! The Wildcards don't seem completely impressed again as Bruce can be seen asking Megan what her man is doing, putting on a headlock when there's a cage around waiting to be used. But Landon clearly knows what he's doing. Or, at least, what he wants to do. Because as he wrenches on the neck Rodez starts to rally! Zack, Static and Jax are all shaking the cage wall, routing behind Rodez as he comes up from his knees to his feet and buries in an elbow. Another. And a third, escaping the modified headlock. Maddix pops him with a quick forearm to keep control though, before grabbing top and tail, running Rodez in by the hair and the tights... *CLANG!* ...FACE-FIRST INTO THE CAGE WALL!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" SCHIAVONE The steel is tested for the first time tonight and sure enough, steel wins out against flesh. Frustrated at having to stand and watch helplessly, Zack turns away as The Wildcards are finally happy with their adopted brethren. Until he flashes a thumbs up their way, prompting Bruce to yell at him from across the way to stay on Rodez. Maddix does just that, putting the boots to the back of Leon's neck. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" The chants seem to spur on Maddix more than anything as he speeds up with the stomps. Once Rodez's signs of fight have disappeared, Maddix then pulls him up and takes aim... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...with a knifedge chop, returning the favour from earlier! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...make it two! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and that's the trio! Rodez is backed up towards Ring Two now as Maddix lands another forearm, dropping him back against the ropes. With a desperation kick out Leon manages to keep Landon at bay for a moment, but in the next moment Maddix has lunged forward and grabbed a hold of the face, starting to rip and tear away to fend Leon off! SCHIAVONE Make no mistake, Maddix does have a meanstreak. Leon manages to push Maddix away, but he comes right back with a couple of sharp kicks to the ribs. Grabbing hold of the arm, Landon pulls Leon off the ropes and glances behind him. Seeing a cage wall. And smiling. Maddix quickly lands a forearm before setting Rodez up and whipping him across the ring, full pelt towards the cage. But although the back of Leon's head does strike the cage, he manages to absorb it, just enough to come stromin back and MOW Landon down with a clothesline!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" SCHIAVONE Wow, what a clothesline! VENTURA A sudden explosion of energy and both men are down, centre of the ring! The perfect time, it seems, to get the formality of the coin toss over and done with. Getting the singla from the back, Charles Robinson produces a coin from his pocket and getting a nervous Zack's attention, he asks him to call. Bruce is left to complain across the other ring as to why he isn't getting to call, but they fall on deaf ears. Meanwhile, Zack gives a call of 'heads', as the coin bounces onto the arena floor... ...and as Team OAOAST peer in... ...their heads sink, as it comes up TAILS! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the coin toss are THE WILDCARDS... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" BUFFER ...giving them the next entrant into this match. SCHIAVONE And that is bad news for Leon Rodez, because once these initial five minutes are up, he's going to be in a two on one disadvantage! VENTURA He ain't got much time either, we're about three and a half, four minutes gone already. He needs to try and take out Maddix before that clock runs down. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Both men are coming back to their feet now and the tension on Zack and The GPX's faces have risen as they encourage Leon on. It seems Landon has heard the announcement though and he decides to go back to Plan A, crawling off towards Ring Two and looking to stall for time. Rodez can't afford to be lured towards that ring though and he manages to catch Landon just in time, dragging him back into Ring One and spinning him around... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...into a chop! But despite the beat-red chest, Landon fires back... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and retaliates with a chop of his own! :20 SCHIAVONE Twenty seconds left until The Wildcards get a second man! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...chop by Leon! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...chop by Landon! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...chop by Leon! Sensing the tides aren't flowing his way, Landon looks to cut the chop exchange short as he goes to the eyes... ...but straight out of a Three Stooges sketch, Leon blocks with the edge of his hand, and POKES LANDON IN THE EYES! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" :10 :09 As the counter ticks down in the corner of the screen, Leon takes a quick step back and winds up for a clothesline... :08 ...but despite the stinging eyes, Landon sees it coming and drops low... :07 ...clipping out Rodez's right knee! "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" SCHIAVONE Oh no! He got him in the knee! :06 VENTURA Just like AngleSlam, Rodez's injury comes back to haunt him! :05 :04 :03 As Rodez catches himself just short of planting face-first into the mat he hobbles off into a corner, trying to adjust the brace on the knee. Maddix follows right in though and like a shark that smells blood he zones in on the knee with some quick, hard stomps. On the outside Leon's team-mates despair at the turn in fortunes... :02 ...as outside Ring Two, Todd Cortez has stripped off the bulletproof vest and gets a last peptalk from Bruce Blank. :01 *BZZT!* As the buzzer goes Patrick unbolts the door and the fired up Urban Legend climbs into the fray! BUFFER Now entering War Games, representing The Wildcards... TODD CORTEZ!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Quick as a flash Cortez flies through Ring Two and towards Ring One. But as soon as he steps to the apron he's called to a stop by Maddix, who has hung the right knee of Leon Rodez up across the middle rope and just finished putting the boots to it. He wastes no time in dishing out the orders to his just entered partner as he yells at him to "go for the knee". And Cortez does just that, running down the aprons and burying his foot into the trapped knee! SCHIAVONE Things couldn't be much worse for Leon Rodez right now. He's been in the action for five minutes already, his bad knee is being picked apart and he's now in a two on one situation. And those two just happen to be former SWF Tag Team Champions Landon Maddix and a 100% fresh Todd Cortez, formerly known as Martial Law. VENTURA Ah, but there is some good news Tony. SCHIAVONE Which is? VENTURA Well, rumour in the back is, he just saved a bundle on his car insurance by switching to Geico! HAHA! Maddix is happy to kick back and let Cortez take over. He even goes so far as he to lounge up onto the top rope, while Cortez puts the boots to the knee in the corner, Rodez unable to defend himself. SCHIAVONE Jesse please, this is bad news for the OAOAST right now! Leon's got to hold out for two minutes, two on one! VENTURA In all seriousness, there is some hope. These two aren't best buddies, so maybe they'll bust up here. It doesn't seem that way for now as Cortez now drags Leon out of the corner and snapmares him over, grabbing the right leg and stomping into the back of the knee. Keeping the leg pinned up, Todd then calls on Landon. Out of his makeshift hammock comes La Cucaracha, onto the middle rope as he soars off with a kneedrop, driven into the hamstring and leaving Leon writhing in agony! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" All the crowd support in the world isn't going to help now as Cortez and Landon circle their prey like vultures, taking their turns kicking out at the helpless Rodez. SCHIAVONE Team SWF getting the luck of the coin-toss here Jess and it's looking bleak all of a sudden. VENTURA Well, I fully expect Bruce to come in number four, so he's fresh as possible for Zack. So these four have got a good line-up going. You've got Landon and Todd, former partners, with Todd's partner Bloodshed probably in next, followed up by Bloodshed's partner Blank. Obviously they've thought about the line-up long and hard to get the best out of their team. The GPX are stewing on the floor, but Zack is trying to keep his cool, willing Leon to find the strength to fight back. He doesn't seem to be finding it though, as Cortez retreats into Ring Two. With a beaming smile, Landon then encourages the rest of Team OAOAST to wave goodbye to Leon, as he's thrown unceremoniously out of Ring One, collected in Ring Two by Cortez. And now Bruce and Bloodshed can get a closer look as Cortez scoops his opponent up, slamming him in the centre of the ring. Landon watches on from the outside of the ring, as Cortez lands a stinging kick to the back of the knee, then takes a jump past Rodez and wrenches the leg in a direction it really shouldn't go! SCHIAVONE They're just picking apart that knee now. Maybe it wasn't smart to send Leon, the man on the team with the lingering injury, into War Games first up. Entering the ring, Landon snatches the right leg while Cortez takes the left, his partner taking the lead as he starts counting down from five. As he reaches one, it leads to a very painful experience for Rodez as Landon and Todd make a wish, splitting Leon's nether regions in directions they really shouldn't go! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" MADDIX C'MON PORNSTAR, WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW, HUH? Landon puts on the badmouth and it gets him a jab in the gut. He quickly shrugs it off though and boots Leon upside the head to quell his fire. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Landon now pulls Leon back up and stabs out at the knee with a kick. Around hops Leon on the good leg, swinging out at Landon in hope of suckering him with a punch. Maddix keeps ducking and diving out of reach though, buying time while Cortez sneaks up behind and lands a kick to the knee. Down to the other knee drops Leon, only to be pulled back up by Maddix who slides behind and drops him with a quick kneebreaker! Landon then hands him off to Cortez, who pulls The Silky Smooth One over with a Dragon Screw legwhip! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" SCHIAVONE This has to be the longest two minutes of Zack's life. VENTURA And The GPX. Like Bruce, I seriously doubt Zack'll be in before position four, when he can be fresh for their inevitable battle. With a wry smile, Maddix calls for a high-five from his partner. Cortez just looks at him like he's crazy but Maddix is so insistant that he eventually obliges, tagging hands and causing Landon to smile like a kid with the run of a candy store. SCHIAVONE There's definately some underlying tension there. Cortez takes a sideways glance at Maddix and shakes his head, as he blindly reaches behind him for a clutch of Rodez. However in turning his back he opens himself up to The Silky Smooth One, Rodez shoving him in the back... *CLUNK!* ...causing Cortez and Maddix to clock heads! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Maddix goes tumbling out through the ropes and out onto the aprons, while Cortez stumbles backwards. He goes right into Leon, who hopping on one foot can't risk doing too much. A right hand finds the mark. Another. Three, four, five... and a 'flying' forearm, knocking Cortez down but also giving himself a jarring landing. He hops back up to his feet though and fires up the crowd, getting a second wind! SCHIAVONE Leon, with the weight of the OAOAST behind him, is gallantly fighting the odds! VENTURA Now, what he ought to do is take a breather. Find a corner, fend whoever comes close off and wait for his team-mate's entry into the cage. That would be the mark of a lesser man though. Lesser, Leon is not. Instead he takes it to Cortez, *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...with the much used knifedge chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and now, even more much used! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and yet MORE much used! The chops avoid the problem of using the knee of course, but the irish whip that follows doesn't, Leon having to gut through the pain as he whips Todd into the turnbuckles. Unable to run in, Rodez instead waits on Cortez to stumble out. A back elbow stuns him, setting up what seems to be Feedback THIS, the Sliced Bread #2. Cortez puts the blocks on it though and grabs a waistlock, lifting Rodez up for a German Suplex... ...but Leon's feet hit Landon on the apron... ...and that buys him time to kick back and HIT the Feedback THIS!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Away rolls Cortez to recouperate, Bruce suddenly not so confident of how things are developing. Rodez hobbles back up and looks to go after Maddix. As he approaches him by the ropes though, in through the ropes sneaks Landon's leg, jabbing Rodez in the knee! SCHIAVONE Again to the knee! VENTURA That knee's gonna cause Rodez problems all through War Games, guaranteed. As Rodez falls to tend to the knee, Maddix checks to see if he's been busted open. Luckily for Megan he hasn't been though, so he's safe to carry on with the match, grabbing Rodez in a front facelock and setting him up for a suplex out onto the combined aprons! :10 :09 :08 As the timer winds down to entrant 4 and some assistance, Rodez tries desperately just to hang on and block. The arms and legs are wrapped around the ropes and no matter how hard Maddix tries, he can't lift Leon over! :07 :06 :05 SCHIAVONE We're going to even the odds in five seconds! :04 :03 Maddix is getting frustrated now and in his anxiety to get the suplex off, he climbs up to the middle rope, looking for some extra height and leverage... :02 :01 ...but even that isn't helping, as the door opens, the crowd rise... *BZZT!* ...and like a MAN POSSESSED, Scotty Static dives into the fray!! BUFFER Now entering War Games, representing The OAOAST... SCOTTY STATIC!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Through Ring One, Static bypasses Landon for the moment as he vaults into Ring Two. Cortez is just reaching his feet as Static enters the ring and sure enough, Static hones right in on The Urban Legend. A spear tackles Todd to the ground, Static getting into the spirit of War Games as he mounts Cortez and goes WILD with a flurry of hard right hands!! Jax is going equally as wild on the outside cheering his partner on, as Static now lets up and rushes across the ring, giving the Ring Two door a kick and pointing a finger down at Bruce Blank! VENTURA Don't worry about him, worry about the guys in the cage! Static does just that now, as he spots Landon STILL trying to get the suplex off. Seeing The GPXer rushing towards him, Maddix panics and drops hold of Rodez. But before he can do anything offensive, he gets caught with a dropkick from Static, sending Maddix flying back off the middle rope... ...into the opposite ring's ropes... ...WHERE HE GETS TIED UP, ANDRE STYLE!! MADDIX NOOOOOOO! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE And now it's two on one in Team OAOAST's favour! Maddix is tied up and going nowhere! With Maddix out, Static goes after Cortez... *CLANG!* ...AND SENDS HIM FACE-FIRST INTO THE CAGE!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Maddix can only look on despairingly now, as Static takes Cortez again, and like a rubber ball... *CLANG!* ...HE BOUNCES HIM INTO THE STEEL AGAIN!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Down goes Cortez, Maddix trying and failing to free himself from the ropes as Rodez watches on in amusement. MADDIX (voice cracking) IS THAT THE BEST YOU'VE GOT!?!?! Apparantly not, as Static and Rodez exchange a look, a nod, before exiting out onto the apron collectively! Maddix freaks out and starts to re-think opening his big mouth. Too late, naturally. But still. Wild kicks from Landon do no good and neither does begging for some mercy, as Static grabs a handful of Landon's blond locks and balls up the fist. But no! Rodez stops Static and encourages him to "leave it to me", as he balls up his elbow(?) and rains down a Bionic Elbow across the top of Maddix's unprotected dome! Another Bionic Elbow! Another! "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" "TEN!" SCHIAVONE Leon Rodez gettin' funky like a spunky monkey, with a little Dusty Rhodes persuasion, if you wiiiiill! Not all that receptive to his partner's attack, Static unhooks the ropes and drags Landon out. With a pat on Leon's back he then tells him to "watch this", as he grabs a handful of Landon's hair and runs on down the aprons. Landon is dragged along for the ride and sent on another ride, as Static throws him... ...Maddix soaring OVER the ringposts... *CLANG!* ...AND RIGHT INTO THE CAGE!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE Scotty Static has knocked the intensity up a notch here! Man alive! Head rebounding off the solid steel bars connecting the cage between the two ringposts, Maddix collapsing back down the aprons. And as he sits back up, a loud scream pierces through the arena. The scream coming from Megan Skye, as she sees blood beginning to pool up right across Maddix's hairline!! SCHIAVONE And we have the first casualty of War Games!! Blood has been drawn and it's that of Landon Maddix!! VENTURA The first, but I doubt it'll be the last Schiavone! Static shows no let-up and pulls Maddix back up again, hurling him up over the top into Ring One. Meanwhile Leon steps back into Ring Two and for the first time in the match, the action has spilled into both rings at once, putting the intrepid directors into overdrive. Static targets the cut on Landon's head with right hands, while Leon goes after Cortez in the opposite ring. "O - A - O - A - S - T!" "O - A - O - A - S - T!" "O - A - O - A - S - T!" "O - A - O - A - S - T!" Team OAOAST are in the ascendancy now, with Scotty Static dominant in Ring One. Ruthlessly he digs his fingers into Landon's cut before adding in some TEETH, BITING Landon to the horror of Megan Skye on the floor! Static eventually comes up for air and spits a wad of The Next Generation's blood and flesh into the rabid crowd, as Maddix's forehead is now stained red, the blood flowing freely! VENTURA We've got a gusher! Meanwhile, Rodez has got Cortez. But despite the collisions with the cage he took Cortez has something left, cutting Leon off and lifting him up over the shoulder, dropping forward with the Sitout Spinebuster! Still holding onto the legs, Cortez then climbs up and steps through, lacing up the legs and applying The Sharpshooter on Rodez!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" So immersed in his battle is he, Static doesn't even notice the problem. And as he deals with Maddix, Leon is left to deal with the Sharpshooter alone! And with no rope breaks and no partner to save him... *TAPTAPTAPTAP!* ...RODEZ STARS TAPPING OUT!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" VENTURA Rodez is tapping! And look at Bruce, he loves it! Hearing the sound of tapping, Cortez pretty instinctively lets go of The Sharpshooter. Bruce gives his partner the big thumbs up, but is soon telling Cortez to get back on Static, prompting Cortez to leave Ring Two and go after The GPXer. VENTURA Rodez tapped out right there Tony and Zack's face has sunk. SCHIAVONE But Rodez tapping doesn't matter until all eight men are in. VENTURA Not true! Sure, it doesn't earn a submission yet, but it means that Leon Rodez is there for the taking. Team OAOAST are virtually a three man team now. Not only do they have to concentrate on themselves, they have to worry about guarding Rodez at all times, because if that submission goes on that knee he's gonna be tapping! SCHIAVONE Not neccessarily Jess. Leon might have tapped only because he knew it wouldn't lose him the match and to get Cortez to release the hold. VENTURA Maybe, but the pain on his face right now says different. Rodez rolls across the canvas, tucking himself under the bottom rope and against the wall of the cage, as he howls in pain about his injured knee. With Leon incapacitated, Cortez takes a final glare at him to make sure he's not crying wolf, before heading back into Ring One to double up on Scotty Static. SCHIAVONE Leon is hurting, and right now Team OAOAST also run the danger of having another man succumbing to too much damage. The Wildcards and Maddix have the odds in their favor, but with Leon down and only Scotty carrying the load, they also have to worry about the inevitable, upcoming entrance of the third man! Static fires a bloody Landon into the corner, and charges in, but eats boot on the charge, driving him away. He stumbles back and spins around, but ducks a Cortez lariat at the last second...the momentum of which carries in the corner, causing him to crush his own partner! Todd falls back as Landon slumps to a seated position, and Scotty follows up with a back suplex on the Urban Legend! He hops up to his feet and charges the corner immediately, driving his knee into Landon's bloody face, staining his own ring gear with the plasma of the egotistical outsider. Taking a page out of Landon's book, Scotty backs up as he stands over him, then hocks a loogie right into Landon's face, causing Megan to screech in disgust! If she thought that was bad, however, she probably hoped it stopped there, because next thing you know, Scotty does the same to her through the wall of the cage, causing a HUGE freak out at ringside! VENTURA That's one thing about those Hooligans, Tony...they don't give a damn about man, woman, or child. If you step to them, your ass is considered on their hit list! With Landon down, it's one streetfighter against another, as Todd starts getting up, only to be met with a HARD slap across the left side of his face...and a second to the right, before Static ducks and scoops Todd up by the waist, dropping him crotch first on the ring ropes! Cortez winces in pain, and then Scotty shoves him off, down into the crevice between the two rings, getting Todd out of his way so that he can focus on Maddix once again! SCHIAVONE Static is plotting his attacks accordingly, and without exerting too much effort. He's doing enough to get one man out of the way so that he can switch off in quick succession, not giving his opponents time to recover from the prior assault! Static moves towards the corner, and just as he does the countdown begins for the next entrant in the contest. :10 :09 :08 VENTURA We're going to be coming up on what SHOULD be a three on two, but is going to be more like a three on one advantage, Tony. Scotty Static might be having an easy time of it right now, but Leon has barely moved in the last few moments, and we're literally seconds away from one of the two more sadistic members of The Wildcards squad entering the ring! Landon comes up out of the corner, wiping the spit, sweat, and blood from his brow so that he can see clearly...see Static about to blast him with a European uppercut, that is! Landon falls back into the corner just as the buzzer sounds, and Static turns towards the door, waiting for what comes next. BUFFER Now entering War Games, representing The Wildcards...BLLLLLLOODSHEDDDDD! Despite his ability to inflict and absorb pain, the typically silent assassin of The Wildcards is not respected in the least, and the packed house lets him know that. Not that he cares, as he keeps his stoic demeanor in check as he rounds the cage and walks up the steps, into the ring...AND GETS TACKLED INTO THE CORNER BY SCOTTY STATIC! SCHIAVONE He's not wasting any time, Jess! The crowd erupts as Static jumps Bloodshed, pinning him in the corner and drilling him with shoulderblocks to drive the wind out of him immediately as he enters! Bloodshed clubs Static over the back, trying to beat him into a break, but it's not until Cortez and Maddix come over and pry Scotty back, holding him by the arms. Bloodshed recovers, and reaches down into the side of his boot, pullling out a familiar object that causes the fans to gasp in horror. VENTURA He's got that spike of his, and it looks like he's gonna start practicing for Thanksgiving on Scotty Static's forehead! Bloodshed inches forward, as Scotty is held at bay by the former Martial Law...but Static kips up, planting both of his feet into Bloodshed's chest to drive him back! He uses the momentum to float over, landing on his feet and snapping both Todd and Landon to the canvas with a double Russian legsweep, drawing a huge pop from the crowd! SCHIAVONE WHATTAMOVE~! Scotty Static is carrying the load for his team right now, and... "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" SCHIAVONE NO! God, no! He just drove that spike into his head! The celebration is short lived, as the stunned Bloodshed recovers just as Scotty gets to his feet, and jabs his sharp metal weapon into the head of Static, dropping him to the canvas! Bloodshed drops to his knees and cradles Scotty's head, taking the spike and carving a gash into the Hooligan's forehead, drawing an agonizing yell from the outspoken Static! SCHIAVONE We've still got about a minute until Johnny Jax can legally enter the cage! Rodez is on the far side of the second ring, still licking his wounds, and now Scotty Static is at the mercy of these three men, at one point collectively creating the stable known as Martial Law! VENTURA And at that time, Bloodshed was a completely different man. His shift in attitude has done no favors for people like the GPX, Leon Rodez, or Zack Malibu. The man is homicidal, suicidal... SCHIAVONE I'm gonna stop you right there, lest we get sued for copyright infringment! VENTURA Fair enough. But you get the picture! After digging the spike into his head, Bloodshed pulls Scotty up, dragging him to the wall of the cage that both Jax and Zack are peering through. With a sick grin, Bloodshed looks down at his foes, then takes Scotty's face, already a crimson mask, and starts raking it from side to side along the wall of the cage! SCHIAVONE He's sick! He's taunting them with their own partner's condition! He LOVES what he's doing! VENTURA He considers himself a Picasso, or a Van Gogh...the only thing is that he paints with blood and our rings are his canvas! Jax pounds the wall of the cage, desperately waiting to be let into the cage. Maddix and Cortez are up, with Todd directing traffic, telling Landon to keep back, while he awaits Jax's entry. :10 :09 :08 :07 :06 :05 :04 :03 :02 :01 BZZZT! SCHIAVONE And the odds are about to be evened once again! The door swings open, and the powerhouse of The Hooligans charges into the cage, immediately trading blows with Todd Cortez! Jax, fueled with fire and rage, takes Todd by the head and simply biels him into the wall of the cage, sending the Hispanic superstar bouncing off the mesh and back onto the canvas! He turns to Landon Maddix, who puts his hands up in surrender and starts to back off, ducking out of Ring One and into Ring Two, pleading for mercy to Johnny Jax. As he backs away, the crowd comes ALIVE, and so does Leon Rodez, as although he's hobbled, he's now up on his feet...AND LANDON MADDIX BACKS RIGHT INTO HIM! VENTURA Uh oh. Maddix, knowing the predicament he's in right now, takes a deep gulp before Rodez shoves him forward, right into a HARD spinebuster that leaves an impression of the smarmy superstar in the ringmat! Back in Ring One, Bloodshed tries to use the spike once again, but Static clutches his wrist, desperately pushing the spike away as it comes dangerously close to him...and a well placed kick doubles Bloodshed over, since he's got the same weak spot as all males do...and now Static takes possession of the spike! Scotty wastes no time in seeking redemption for what's happened to him in this contest so far, as he starts digging the spike into the flesh of the sadistic superstar, drawing blood! SCHIAVONE We knew it wouldn't be pretty. We knew it was going to be violent, and not for the squeamish. We have seen a tremendous amount of blood spilt thus far, and we aren't even close to being done with this contest! Bloodshed tries to shy away, grunting under his breath as Scotty backs him into a corner, opening him up with that spike. As he continues to dig into him, Blank moves over to where Cortez is shaking off the cobwebs, feeling at the the blood dripping from his forehead. Through the mesh wall, Blank slips Cortez something, ordering him to get up...and when Todd does get up he creeps behind Static, taking a chain and wrapping it around his neck! VENTURA Now there's a chain in play, and Static is being choked out! Scotty kicks his legs, and manages to twist his body so that he can have an easier time at fighting free...and manages to shove Cortez towards the ropes...or rather, into a YAKUZA KICK~! from Johnny Jax, who has bolted into Ring One to aid his partner! Bloodshed bounds out of the corner, shrieking as he charges Jax, but Johnny sidesteps him and cradles him under his arm, dropping him to the mat with a HUGE side slam, knocking the wind out of Bloodshed! With those two down, Static takes the length of chain and wraps a bit of it around his fist, then lets the rest dangle, and he uses it as a makeshift whip, wailing on both Cortez and Bloodshed! Back in Ring Two, Maddix has struggled back to his feet, but Leon takes him by the head and leads him to the corner, smashing his head into the top turnbuckle repeatedly before he gets pulled by...and then hurled shoulder first between the middle and top turnbuckle, smashing his right shoulder into the ringpost! Landon slumps down in the corner, totally spent, as Rodez pulls him out and then sets him up on the top rope. He reaches up and pulls Landon down into a Tree of Woe, then delivers a few stomps and kicks to his chin for good measure. Too tired to fight out of it, Landon dangles in the Tree of Woe as Leon steps into Ring One, taking the chain from Static and wrapping it around Cortez's neck! A lariat from Jax dumps Bloodshed over the ropes and into the small space between rings, and now Jax and Static look at each other, noticing that Landon is all by his lonesome with no one to play with! SCHIAVONE All that's left are the captains of each team, with Bruce Blank entering next to give his team a brief advantage before Zack Malibu comes in and all hell breaks loose! VENTURA Hell hasn't broken loose yet? Have you been paying attention!? Landon hangs upside down, while the GPX stand across the ring. Jax takes Static by the arm, but Scotty swings around and sends his partner towards the corner with a ton of momentum, and Jax slides across the canvas, cracking Landon in the face with a baseball slide! He rolls out of the way just as Scotty charges the corner, and the high flyer leaps into the air, seemingly pausing in mid-leap before gravity brings him back down to earth with a hesitation dropkick to the chin of Landon Maddix! SCHIAVONE The GPX have annihilated Landon Maddix, and the crowd is loving it! Jax and Static get up, but before they can pick their next course of action, Bloodshed springboards from out of the crevice between rings, and nails the both of them with a springboard clothesline! Without his spike, he resorts to biting, as he takes Jax by the head and starts using his teeth to tear at his flesh, staying with him even as Jax gets to his feet! They stumble back to a corner, and when Scotty gets up he comes over and swings Bloodshed around, his fist cocked for a punch...but when he does Bloodshed blasts him with BLOODMIST~!, blinding Static with his own plasma in a sickening scene! VENTURA That's just WRONG. Scotty, disgusted and blinded, falls back, dropping to one knee, as Bloodshed turns back to Jax and continues to make him suffer. Back in Ring One, Cortez rams Leon back into one of the corners, breaking the chain-choke, then twists out of the hold and yanks on the chain to pull Leon towards him, grabbing him by the throat and setting up for URBAN ASSAULT...NO! Leon rakes the face, blinding Cortez, and then takes the chain from him and starts wailing away, whipping first at the legs, then across the chest of Cortez! The street thug tucks his arms, trying to cover up, but Leon keeps whipping away before wrapping the chain around his fist...and then cold-cocking Cortez with a hard right hand! SCHIAVONE They are hitting each other with everything and anything! They are busting each other open, they are wearing each other down, they are doing whatever they feel is necessary to bring the opposition to their knees! We knew it wouldn't be pretty! We didn't come here expecting a Flair/Steamboat classic, but tonight, we are seeing violence PERSONIFIED by these men! As Cortez drops, the countdown clock comes up, marking the last time The Wildcards need to worry about it. For at the end of these ten seconds, the last man on their team...the man who evolved from what Zack Malibu thought was a solution for his problems into his most hated rival to date, and the most controversial superstar in OAOAST history, will enter the ring. :10 :09 :08 :07 :06 :05 :04 :03 :02 :01 *BZZZT!* VENTURA You know what that means, Tony. SCHIAVONE All four of the Wildcards, the SWFers, whatever you'd like to refer to them as, are legal entrants in the War Games, because here comes the leader of the pack! Strolling around from his side of the ring, sporting his trademark gleeful snicker, is Bruce Blank. Bruce rounds the corner and stops for a moment, smiling at Zack and pointing his barbed wire baseball bat at him, then tilts his hat at him. The door swings open and Bruce steps up, entering the ring with his bat in hand. Rodez, seeing his best friends worst enemy staring at him, tosses Cortez aside and charges Blank, swinging his chain wrapped fist...but Blank knocks his arm away with the barbed wire bat! SCHIAVONE He just cracked him across the forearm with that damned bat of his! VENTURA And it's perfectly OK for him to do so! Leon reels back, just enough for Bruce to take the BUTT of his trusty equalizer and crack Leon in the head, knocking him on his back! With Leon down, Bruce taunts him, poking him with the bat like you'd poke a dead birds body with a stick...and Bruce looks out to Zack and smirks at him before bringing the bat over his head... Edited January 1, 2007 by KingPK Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted January 1, 2007 ...AND DRIVES IT ACROSS THE RIB CAGE OF LEON RODEZ! SCHIAVONE SON OF A BITCH! Loud booing, perhaps the most ever heard inside an arena anywhere in the world, drowns out the shriek of pain from Rodez. Malibu, infuriated, hops up on the wall of the cage, shouting at his foe...who responds by smashing the wall of the cage with the bat, sending Zack hopping back down to ringside! VENTURA We knew what this was going to be, Tony. We knew, and they sure as hell all knew. It's not surprising that Blank and his boys are looking to take it to the next level, but to have to endure what Zack has endured, and now be the one to have to sit and watch, even for those few moments, as the people who stepped up to help him are brutalized, has got to be affecting his fragile mental state! Leon, just like earlier, tucks and rolls, trying to get out of range of an assault. The barbed wire from the bat has opened up cuts on his lower torso. Blank now looks to his partner Cortez, checking on his condition, and together the two of them step out of Ring One and into Ring Two, where Jax and Static are paired off with Maddix and Bloodshed. Bloodshed pulls away from Jax, who is bleeding heavily from above his eye, and Cortez runs in and crushes him with a leaping corner splash before he and Bloodshed take an arm and whip him out of the corner, towards Blank, who stands waiting with the bat. Jax is sent forward, but he DUCKS THE BAT SHOT~! and bounces off the ropes, cracking Bruce on the rebound with his trademark YAKUZA KICK~! that staggers the big man, sending him falling back to the ropes! Jax hits the ropes again, but now Cortez and Bloodshed get in the way...only to be blasted by a double clothesline from Jax! SCHIAVONE Johnny Jax, the most recent entrant and thus the freshest for Zack's team, is taking it to the three Wildcards! Jax reaches down and picks up Bloodshed, pressing him over his head and hurling him from Ring Two back into Ring One! Before he can turn around however, Cortez crawls across the mat and hits a low blow, and Cortez and Blank then decimate him with a combination Cortez sweep kick/big boot from Blank! VENTURA The numbers game again gets put into effect, because it just took two of them to take out Johnny Jax! Angered, Static comes away from his being tied up with Maddix, and leaps onto the back of Bruce Blank! Quickly, Bruce tosses his bat aside and reaches up, snapmaring Scotty over to the canvas...and upon landing, he's prone for a basement dropkick from Cortez! The lumbering redneck hits the ropes as fast as he can, coming off and then drops his huge tree trunk leg across the throat of Scotty Static, another double team effort successful in taking out a member of the GPX! Bruce gets up and reclaims his bat, standing over Static and pressing the side of it alongside his forehead...and then quickly pulls back on it, raking the razor sharp wire across Static's face! SCHIAVONE This is torture! This is company sanctioned TORTURE! In Ring Two, Blank, Maddix and Cortez pummel the GPX mercilessly, beating on both Hooligans with vicious intent. In Ring One, both Bloodshed and Leon Rodez are wounded and aching, and Bruce Blank steps over one set of ropes, and then over the other so that he's in Ring One, looming over Zack Malibu's Usual Suspect partner. "LET ZACK IN!" "LET ZACK IN!" "LET ZACK IN!" The crowd reaction is thunderous, shouting at officials and hoping that Father Time moves faster than he has been, because Zack Malibu will be able to enter the ring and turn the tide. Malibu, desperate to get into the match, paces ringside, glaring through the holes in the cage as he has to sit by and watch his three allies suffer despite their best abilities. :10 :09 SCHIAVONE THE COUNTDOWN IS ON! VENTURA In just a few seconds, the roof is going to blow off this place, Schiavone! :06 :05 :04 SCHIAVONE He's ready, Jess, he's more ready for this than anything in his life! :02 :01 *BZZZT!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the final entrant in the contest, ZAAAAAAAACK MALIBU. Now, The Match Beyond can begin, only to end on a submission or a surrender! The crowd EXPLODES as the door swings open and Malibu races up the steps...AND GETS BLASTED WITH A BIG BOOT FROM BRUCE BLANK~! Malibu flies off the steps and down into the guardrail, and now the monsterous redneck steps out of the cage, trailing his rival! VENTURA What the...you can't leave a cage during War Games, that's the whole POINT OF IT BEING THERE! SCHIAVONE Blank didn't want Malibu coming in, but he's coming out after him! Slamming the door behind him, Blank comes and takes Malibu by the head, bringing him over to the wall of the cage and hurling him facefirst into it! Malibu bounces off the cage wall and falls on all fours, only to be doubled over with a soccer kick from the Southern sadist! SCHIAVONE There's carnage in the ring, and now there's chaos on the outside as well! Malibu struggles to get up, but as he does, Blank leans over the railing and shoves a twenty-something fan on his ass, stealing the man's ringside seat! Folding it up in his grasp, Blank brings the chair up over his head and then down onto the crown of Malibu's, the end result being a blow that echoes throughout the arena like a gunshot! VENTURA He laid him out before he even set foot in the ring, Tony! Blank stands over Malibu's body and takes the chair length-wise, ramming the edge of it down into Zack's throat and choking him out! Malibu wearily tries to fight it off, but can't do much after being knocked senseless. Suddenly, security and staff come flocking to ringside, deflecting the debris hurled by fans at Bruce Blank and try to get the redneck away from Malibu so that War Games can continue the proper way! SCHIAVONE We've got two rings surrounded by a steel cage, and an arsenal that would make a government operative jealous, and yet Bruce Blank just couldn't allow Zack Malibu to get inside those cage walls! VENTURA Blank might not look like a scholar, but he's a smart man. He came at Zack with some outside the box thinking. We knew about the obvious things tonight...the weapons, the numbers advantage, all of that was known heading in. What Zack Malibu did not expect is that the moment where he was expected to save the day, the moment where he was to shine, that he'd be blindsided and eliminated from this contest! SCHIAVONE And if he can't get into that cage, what does that mean? Will the OAOAST be able to send someone else out here? VENTURA You know anyone who WANTS that job? After being lured away from Zack, Blank reaches over and snags Michael Buffer's microphone, addressing his victim. BLANK Zacky boy! C'mon Zacky, this match can't end until we're all inside that cage together! Whaddya say we get you up and get you in there, huh? Blank motions for Zack again, but the staff keeps him at bay, as doctor's check the huge laceration across the top of his head. Blank shoves several people down, making his way to Zack, but he's driven back by the sheer number of people so that the medics can do their job. Blank laughs all this off, bickering with fans as he gets pelted with garbage. On his own will, he climbs back up the steps and opens the cage door, shouting for Zack to "come and get him"! SCHIAVONE That sick, sick son of a bitch. He's laid out Zack Malbu on the floor, and kept the numbers game in his favor...not to mention he's prolonging the matchup by doing so! VENTURA You called it torture before, Tony, and that's what he's doing. Bruce Blank has corralled the GPX and Leon Rodez, three people who decided to include themselves in Zack's war with The Wildcards, and he is punishing them for their actions! As the door shuts behind him, Blank grabs the recovering Leon Rodez in a full nelson, hoisting him off his feet and planting him with a full nelson slam on the canvas! Calmly, the big man reclaims his trusty equalizer and runs it along the wall of the cage, looking out at Zack Malibu, who is being helped to his feet down on the floor. SCHIAVONE He's so damn non-chalant about it! I don't think Blank even considers this a matter of winning or losing, as long as he can get under Zack's skin! VENTURA I'm pretty sure he's succeeded tenfold when it comes to that! In Ring Two, Maddix has Static pressed under the bottom rope, against the wall of the cage, placing his foot on his throat. Bloodshed tugs at the eyes of Johnny Jax, raking his face back as he sits on his back, and then starts viciously crossfacing him, beating him into a daze. Cortez switches off, helping both of his partners work the GPX over, until he's motioned by Blank to join him in Ring One. SCHIAVONE Blank calling for Cortez to join him now, and one can only wonder what's in store for Leon Rodez, who has taken perhaps more punishment than anyone in the ring tonight! Blank points to Leon with his bat, nodding for Cortez to bring Leon to his feet. Cortez obliges, and sets Leon in a standing headscissors. He reaches down and grabs him by the waist, yanking him up in the air...but as Leon is risen off the mat, he reaches up and grabs the roof of the cage, not allowing Cortez to bring him down! VENTURA He blocked the powerbomb attempt! Cortez pulls and pulls, and finally Leon's grip slips...BUT AS HE FALLS HE COUNTERS WITH A RANA THAT TAKES CORTEZ OVER! The crowd roars as Leon hops to his feet, but Blank swings for the fences with the baseball bat...AND IT'S DUCKED! JAB! JAB! JAB! JAB! Leon Rodez opens fire with his quick, educated right hands, but as he spins around for the parting shot, Cortez grabs him by the throat and lifts, dropping him with a modified powerbomb! SCHIAVONE URBAN ASSAULT! The crowd dies down as quickly as they picked up when Leon made his brief comeback. Cortez, after taking him down, locks the bad leg in a single leg crab, yanking on it and causing Leon to scream in pain, even as Blank comes and starts dropping elbows on his sternum! VENTURA They're doubling up on the most wounded party! This match is going to end very soon, Tony! SCHIAVONE It can't end until Zack gets in the ring! VENTURA IF Zack can get in the ring! Zack, who has been sat down and observed at ringside, finally comes to and starts shoving people away from him left and right. Medics, security, road agents, no one is safe, as Malibu starts flipping out at ringside! Malibu gets up and charges for the door, to the loudest pop you'll ever hear...and poor Charles Robinson goes FLYING as Malibu shoves him off the steps and sets into the ring himself! SCHIAVONE MALIBU IS IN! ZACK MALIBU IS UP AND IN THE RING! The bell sounds, signalling that we're now entering the final portion of the match. Fueled by the fans and his own personal rage, Malibu comes in the ring, and an unhappy Blank approaches...but stops dead in his tracks after Malibu splashes his face with something that causes the big man to scream loudly! VENTURA What the hell... With Blank frozen in place, Malibu takes what he's got and pours some on Cortez's head, causing Cortez to shout out in agony as well, and break his hold on Leon Rodez! After saving his partner, Malibu turns and blasts Blank across the head with what he's got, and then lets it fall to the canvas. The cameras close in on the object, and Malibu, ever the opportunist, swiped a bottle of ALCOHOL from the medical kit on the floor! SCHIAVONE That's a bottle of alcohol! That'll dry out any wound... VENTURA ...and blind you just as easily! Bruce Blank can't hurt what he can't see! For the first time in his life, Blank is helpless and unable to defend himself, as Malibu picks up the bat that he dropped. Standing before Blank, Zack cocks the bat back and swings, catching Bruce across the ribs! He steps over and swings again, this time cracking him between the shoulder blades and dropping him to one knee! Cortez, who wasn't blinded by the alcohol but just stunned, gets up and tries to rush Zack, but Malibu turns his head and sees him coming, and cracks the streetwise superstar with a SCHOOL'S OUT, knocking Cortez out with the fatal blow! SCHIAVONE Cortez goes down! Bruce is helpless! TEAM OAOAST IS COMING BACK! In Ring Two, Maddix has Static set up for a suplex, but Scotty blocks, and then lifts Maddix off his feet and drops him between the ropes and the cage wall, then takes the back of his head and starts ramming it repeatedly against the wall of the cage! Seeing Jax having trouble with Bloodshed, Scotty backs away from Maddix, and gets the bat from Zack, who voluntarily tosses it into Ring Two! Jax, in a last ditch effort to save himself from the assault, powers out of the corner and wraps his arms around Bloodshed's waist, shoving him forward...RIGHT INTO A RUNNING BAT SHOT ACROSS THE FOREHEAD FROM SCOTTY STATIC! VENTURA They're on the comeback trail...but why would Zack get rid of the bat? Like any good question, the answer is imminent, as within seconds, Malibu reaches into his boot and pulls out his own hidden object. Metallic with three prongs on the end of it, Zack Malibu now brandishes a FORK, and digs it into the head of Bruce Blank, peeling back his flesh with an object normally used to eat a salad! SCHIAVONE HE'S GOT A FORK! ZACK MALIBU IS CUTTING BRUCE BLANK OPEN WITH A FORK! Blank shouts and screams, but the pleas fall on deaf ears, as none of his teammates are in the shape to help him! Being that they're the only ones in the arena who actually would, Blank is shit out of luck, as Malibu goes to work, running a cut across the length of his forehead before leading him over to the ropes. Malibu takes Blank's head and presses it down on the top rope, pushing his throat hard onto it...then he leans over and tugs on the middle rope while forcing Bruce down, pulling the middle rope over the top rope and trapping Blank's head between the strands! VENTURA He's got him trapped! Blank has nowhere to go! SCHIAVONE And if he doesn't get himself untangled, he's going to run out of oxygen! Blank kicks his legs, his eyes tearing from the alcohol that has blinded him and put him in this position. With Bruce's head trapped, Malibu takes the barbed wire bat again and starts WAILING on Bruce's back, each shot ripping at his shirt and his flesh, until Malibu tears the remains of the shirt off and starts raking the bat across his back, peeling the flesh back at a rapid pace! Over in Ring Two, Static has found Bloodshed's spike, but as he picks it up, Maddix swings him around...only for Static to take his legs out from under him! Holding Landon's two legs in the air, Scotty shows the crowd the spike, and drops to his knees, jabbing the sharp point of the spike into an area that NO MAN wishes a sharp object to go near! VENTURA That's just WRONG! Maddix starts screaming and kicking to get away, but Static drags him by the legs towards the center of the ring, and threatens to make another play for the sore spot, until Maddix's panic leads to words that his allies certainly did not want him to say. "Nnnnnn...nnNOOOOOOOOOOOO...NO...I QUIT! I QUIT! I QUIT!" SCHIAVONE HE GAVE UP! LANDON MADDIX HAS SURRENDERED! THE WILDCARDS JUST LOST WAR GAMES! VENTURA There's a certain part of me that doesn't blame him, Schiavone! The bell sounds, and the fans go WILD, as Zack Malibu, Leon Rodez, and the GPX are triumphant. Immediately upon the bell sounding the door opens, and officials try to quell the madness, since there is no need for more. Malibu, of course, is the toughest to seperate, as he leans in to Bruce's trapped head and mouths in his ear the ominous words "I'm not done with you, you son of a bitch!" The cleanup crew has hit the ring, and Megan Skye rushes in, running right for Landon to check on his (and his "little friends") condition. SCHIAVONE It's madness inside the cage, because even though they've gotten the victory, they don't want to let this go! The GPX put their hands up as officials block them off from Maddix and Megan, and even Bloodshed, who sits himself up against the corner and wipes the blood from his eyes. Malibu is kept back by a wall of officials as Blank's head is freed from the ropes, and he simply collapses to the mat out of exhaustion and lack of oxygen, which has to make everyone in the arena happy. Rodez, who rolled to the spot in between rings, is helped to his feet by Charles Robinson and Nick Patrick...but as the two referees help him to his feet, Todd Cortez, recently recovered from the School's Out, comes and snags him by the head, pulling him away from the referees... VENTURA What's HE doing? Get some control in their, Patrick! SCHIAVONE Oh no... VENTURA Holy... Cortez, in a flash, lets go of Leon alright...but not before leaping over his back and bringing him back down to earth right on the top of his head, compressing his neck and spine as he drops him on the hard surface of the two ring aprons pushed together with the RIOT ACT PLUS~! SCHIAVONE No! NO! THIS MATCH WAS OVER! THE MATCH IS OVER! VENTURA HE JUST BROKE HIS NECK, TONY! Upon seeing this, Malibu bolts through the wall of people keeping him at bay, tackling Cortez to the canvas and unloading on him! Everyone tries to get Malibu off of him, but then the GPX start fighting THEM for interfering with Malibu's attack! SCHIAVONE It's chaos in the cage! Everything is going to hell! Cortez manages to roll away in the madness, with the GPX fighting through security to try and get at him, while Zack crawls over to Leon. Zack looks at him, and the cameras show a glazed look in Leon's eyes as he lays perfectly still. Malibu screams "HE'S NOT MOVING! SOMEONE HELP HIM, HE CAN'T MOVE!" as loud as he can, and time suddenly stands still. OAOAST staff stop worrying about everything and anything and rush to Leon's side, checking on him but being sure not to jar his body or move him in the slightest. The Wildcards have been led out of the cage, and despite the loss tonight, despite their condition, they know that mentally, they still came out ahead. Malibu walks to the wall of the cage and screams for a stretcher, shouting "WE NEED HELP OUT HERE! NOW!" as two more medics, wheeling a stretcher, and even Anglesault himself charge out from the back. Zack turns back to his friend, who is still motionless, while the camera cuts to a shot of The Wildcards, Maddix, and Megan, looking like they just stepped out of a car wreck...and HAPPY ABOUT IT. VENTURA Tony, I fully admit that sometimes I advocate unfair play. Win if you can, lose if you must, but always cheat. Tonight, I mean, it's par for the course for The Wildcards to cross the line, but this is uncalled for. SCHIAVONE A man's career may now hang in the balance, again due to the unfortunate plague of ultraviolence that has been let loose on the OAOAST. Zack Malibu's team walks out with a checkmark in the win column, but the real story here is that The Wildcards have once again brutalized one of the OAOAST's brightest stars. On that note, the camera cuts back to the ring, where Rodez is slowly being slide under the ropes and onto the stretcher, as the cage is lifted off the ground. Malibu and the GPX hover over the medical staff and watch on, and fans are on their feet, checking with concern. A neckbrace is fastened to Leon's neck, and it's then that the scene fades out, leaving what should have been a night of celebration to end on a somber note. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KingPK 0 Report post Posted January 1, 2007 Pay-Per-View Match of the Year: Leon Rodez vs. Landon Maddix for the 24/7 Title (AngleSlam) -------------------------------------------------------------- *GOOOOONG!* "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" "C'mon man" "DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK..." LL Cool J's "Mama Said Knock You Out" and it's Interpromotional time as Leon Rodez emerges through the OAOAST sliding doors, wearing proudly the OAOAST orange and black with his tights and robe, once again challenging for the OAOAST 24/7 Championship. Leon seems jovial as usual as he walks down the rampway, miming high-fives to the fans beneath him beside the rampway. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is your InterPromotional Dream Match for the OAOAST 24/7 Championship of the WOOORLD! Introducing first, the challenger. Representing the OAOAST!! From Grand Rapids, Michigan... he weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds. The former three-time 24/7 Champion... "SILKY SMOOTH"... LLLLEEEEEEOOOOOOONN... RRRRRRROOOOOOOOODDEEEEZZZZZZZZ!!!!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Leon vaults into the ring and salutes the crowd with a raised fist and a cheesy smile. Disposing of the robe, Leon then goes through some warm-ups, while all attention turns back to the entrance way. This is big. This is historic. This isn't understated, that's for sure. "Tell me exactly, what am I supposed to do Now that I have allowed you, to beat me! Do you think that we could play another game Maybe I could win this ti-ime." "I kinda like the misery you put me through Darling you can trust me, completely! If you even try to look the other way I think that I could kill this ti-ime!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The (almost) ever-present manager and recent romantic conquest of the 24/7 Champion, Megan Skye, leads the way as "Disturbed" by The Game fires through the arena. It's only been two weeks, but the OAOAST faithful are nothing if not observant and know exactly what that means. Boo time, as the 24/7 Champion Landon Maddix enters. Maddix takes in the surroundings and the elevated rampway he's stepping onto with a hint of unfamiliarity, but being the professional egotist he is he still finds time to raise his title belt overhead. Megan leads the one woman applause-fest as Landon now strolls on down the ramp, rocking his SWF Justice & Rule sweatshirt rather than his usual entrance garb. BUFFER And, his opponent! Accompanied to the ring by his Perfect 10, MEGAN SKYE! He represents the SWF... hailing from Huron, South Dakota by way of Madrid, Spain! Weighing two hundred, twenty pounds. Tonight making his OAOAST Pay Per View debut, he is one half of the SWF World Tag Team Champions and the reigning, defending OAOAST 24/7 CHAMPION... "THE SAVIOUR OF THE OAOAST"... this is LLLAAAANNDDOOOONN... "LA CUCARACHA"... MMMMMMMAAAAAADDIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Looking a little nervous to enter the ring and possibly with good reason, Landon hands off his dueling title belts and his sweatshirt to Megan on the rampway, keeping a careful eye on the ring. Leon watches on lounged in a corner, checking an imaginary watch on his wrist. "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" Referee Charles Robinson calls for Landon to get into the ring. And despite Leon's laid back attitude, Landon seems suspicious, preferring to stay on the rampway as he talks strategy with his manager. So Robinson tries to hurry him up another way, by calling for the bell. *DINGDINGDING!* With the bell gone and the match officially underway Landon accepts defeat and enters the ring...and promptly climbs right back out, letting Robinson know in no uncertain terms who's in charge here. The SWF's Power Couple have another team pow-wow on the floor, while Rodez bides his time by getting into his own 'pow-wow' with a smoking hot brunette in the second row. COLE What's with all this stalling? They don't do this in the SWF, why do it here? COACH Well we don't have word limits. COLE ... COACH Sorry. Finally Landon and Megan high-five and it seems the Champion is ready to go. Rolling into the ring, Maddix squares up to his challenger and starts to put the verbal beatdown on The Silky Smooth One~! Leon just stands there and takes it with a wry smirk on his face as Landon keeps on yapping. And yapping. And eventually, he seems to get to the point as he starts poking fingers and apparantly daring Leon to go chop for chop with him. Leon is happy to accept and even offers his chest to the Champion, giving him the chance to go first... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...a chance which Landon duly takes. With gritted teeth Rodez absorbs the chop, brushing it off as the proverbial ball is now in his proverbial court... ...but Landon DUCKS the chop... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and hits a second knifedge on Rodez! COACH C'mon, that ain't how it works! Just to make sure the fans know how smart he is, Maddix takes a moment to tap a finger to his temple while Rodez shakes off the chop, accepting that he was just outsmarted. Turning back around, it seems Landon is ready to resume the chop battle now as he slaps his chest, encouraging Rodez to try his luck. Leon sets and hesitates a little, half-expecting a duck of the head...which doesn't come. But his hesitation allows Landon to catch him napping with a quick thumb to the eye! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Oh come on! Right to the eyes! With Leon blinded, Landon pulls him around by the shoulder, exposing the chest again... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...for another knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and another. By the arm, Maddix now loads Leon up, backing him off into the ropes and shooting him across the ring with an irish whip. Back shoots Leon as the 24/7 Champion swings high with a clothesline. Too high infact, especially as Leon ducks underneath. Not panicking, Landon tries again on the second rebound with a back elbow. Another duck from The Silky Smooth one leaves Maddix flustered though and in his efforts to redeem himself as quickly as possible he ducks his head, far too early, allowing Leon to leapfrog over thetop of the Champion! It takes a second or two but eventually Maddix realises he's been decieved again and pops back upright, looking around in confusion for his opponent... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and gets lashed with four sudden, almost Kobashi-speed knifedge chops to return the earlier favours! COLE What's good for the goose is good for the Landon! COACH What the hell does that mean? COLE ...man Coach, it's been a HOT night in Miami so far! Those four chops prove more than enough for Landon as he drops to his knees and BEGS OFF~! The prospect of a follow-up eyepoke prompts Leon to turn that down though, kicking Landon in the gut and pulling him right back up to his feet. With an irish whip by Rodez looks to send Maddix off the ropes, but it's reversed by The Next Generation. This time though, Leon uses the fact he's running at great speed to an offensive advantage and vaults right back at Maddix as he hits the ropes, wiping him out with a flying forearm! Out of the ring scrambles Landon looking to regroup, as Rodez bounds back up and blows a theatrical kiss to the Miami crowd! COLE And that's what you get for trying to embarrass Leon Rodez, Mr. Maddix! The 24/7 Champion bails out to the floor to recollect his thoughts and it's as good of a time as any to remind you there's No Disqualifications, No Countouts and Falls Count Anywhere in 24/7 competition. Leon seems to be hanging back for now though. I think he'd rather beat Landon in the ring, straight up, to further prove a point to the egotistical SWFer. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Maddix brushes the hair from his eyes and glares into the pro-Rodez crowd, shaking his head in disgust. Around ringside scuttles Megan to re-assure her man everything is okay and the Power Couple go into another discussion on the floor before Landon rolls back into the ring. An honourable guy, Rodez gives Maddix his space before Maddix offers up a knucklelock. But apparantly Leon watched Landon's match on Thursday and doesn't fall for the trick, sweeping behind into a waistlock before his eyes can be jabbed deep into his sockets again. Dropping to one knee, Landon tries to pick at the fingers to free himself from the waistlock. But when his technical ability fails him, Landon goes to what's worked for him most of his career. *CHING!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Lowblow! COACH Where the hell did that 'ching' come from? COLE ...man Coach, it's been a HOT night in Miami so far! The fans in the American Airlines Arena really give it to the (half) Spaniard. So does Charles Robinson, but he doesn't matter. Shrugging the referee off, Landon hauls the winded Rodez off of his knees and to his feet, popping him in the jaw with a forearm. A second forearm finds the mark, before another irish whip puts Leon on the run again. Ducking the head, a backdrop seems to be Maddix next move again... ...but again it fails, as Leon vaults over top, taking the Champion over with a sunset flip... 1... 2... Kickout. Rodez still looks to be favouring his lower nutsack region, but rolls back to his feet to cut Landon's rush off with an armdrag. Another armdrag. And a third, Japanese style this time, Leon hanging onto the arm as he rolls through before threading the legs underneath the other arm and pulling Landon over with a crucifix cradle... 1... 2... Kickout. Both men up and momentum is on Rodez's side...until he finds himself snared in a cravaté. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE There's one. Hope you're keeping score at home. COACH Hope you're still awake at home too after he's done with this. The crowd rightfull crap on the glorified headlock as Landon holds it for all he's worth, smirking away as he hears the fans' reaction. The hold has slowed Leon down though. To a complete standstill infact, as he searches for a way to free himself from the Champion's grip. Rodez manages to get near the ropes and reaches out, inches away from the top rope...before grabbing it on the second attempt. Of course, Landon can't be DQed though, meaning he can hold on regardless. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Realising that the ropebreak lacks the 'break' it usually does, Leon has to try another tactic. So he grabs the rope again and starts to shuffle around, testing the ropes for how much give they'll allow. Landon watches on and tightens the hold a little, anticipating the challenger's next move and quelling it. But Leon keeps hold of the ropes. Twist, turn, set and... ...STOMP ON THE FOOT!! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE I half-expected a somersault and an acrobatic escape there from Leon. But unfortunately for the Champion, he full-expected it and got his foot stamped on for his trouble. The classic schoolyard tactic leaves Landon hopping on one foot, furiously arguing with referee Robinson that those sort of shenanigans shouldn't be allowed. But by arguing with the referee, he becomes distracted from his opponent, who sneaks up... ...AND STOMPS ON THE OTHER FOOT!! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Haha! More mind-games from Leon and Landon Maddix is hopping mad right now! COACH I get it, I get it, cause he's hopping right? That's funny. Poor Landon doesn't know which foot to hop around on now and ends up hobbling around in clear pain, trying to reach down and nurse both of his feet at once. As he hobbles around towards Rodez though, he gets no sympathy, as The Silky Smooth One boots him in the shoulder blade, snapping him upright. Ducking low, Rodez then hoists Landon up and spikes him with an Inverted Atomic Drop, just as he thought it could get no worse. Bad feet and an achy breaky pelvis, Maddix flounders in the centre of the ring and gets caught napping, schoolboyed over by Rodez... 1... 2... No! Rolling out of the pin, Maddix has had enough of being shown up and with gritted teeth, flaming eyes and venomous intent he charges on his swollen feet looking to take Leon's head off with a vicious clothesline. Unfortunately, he ends up running right into a drop toehold. Landing across the middle rope throat-first, Maddix stays slumped as Rodez jumps back to his feet and ponders whether he should do what he's thinking of doing. "YYEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" There's your answer. COLE Megan trying to use that towel to fan Landon down, but I don't think that's going to make much difference there young lady. Calling on the power of the fans, Rodez does a very special AngleSlam JIG~! to the delight of the Miami crowd. Rodez then hits the opposite ropes and sprints back at top speed directly at Maddix... COACH CALL THAT BITCH BOJA... ...NO! Maddix moves... ...but Rodez lands safely on the bottom rope and vaults back around. This time, the pointing to the temple by The Next Generation isn't quite so valid. And Megan lets him no, waving her trusty towel and screaming at her man to turn around. Landon does so and gets caught with a boo...NO! Landon catches the boot! Again he points to the cranium... *SMACK!* ...and gives Rodez a target to aim for with an Enziguri!! COLE Enziguri, which loosely translated from Japan means 'I hate your neck'. COACH For real? Rodez rolls over...AND POINTS TO THE TEMPLE~! OMGHEELTURN~! With Maddix facedown on the canvas, Rodez then quickly bundles the Champion over and makes the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! By the hair Rodez brings Landon right back up, but the challenger leaves himself open for a knee to the gut. Wisely, Landon declines to show how wise he is with a temple tap this time, instead measuring Rodez as he slumps against the ropes and charging. Rodez is waiting on him though, ducks the head and backdrops Maddix over the top, onto the OAOAST PPV rampway with a satisfying thud!! "YYEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Quick as a flash, Megan scrambles up the steps and onto the ramp, positioning herself in between Landon and the ring to buy her man some time. COLE Well, it's been a far from auspicious start to Landon Maddix's first OAOAST PPV match. The crafty challenger has had an answer for everything Landon's tried and he's left the two-time former World Champion looking quite the fool so far. COACH And that's perfect. The way Maddix was talking two weeks ago, this had to happen. He needed to be shown up like this tonight. COLE Don't count Maddix out just yet though Coach. He's not called "La Cucaracha" for nothing. SUICIDE KING Of course. He's called that because he's a dirty no-good Spaniard. COACH & COLE ... Referee Robinson tries to tell Landon to get back into the ring, but is indignantly informed by La Cucaracha that he has an important match tommorrow night for the SWF and he needs to conserve his energy. Especially considering he's got to fly from Florida to Canada as soon as this match finishes. Leon has no time for that sob-story though and finally he's tired of the stalling, exiting the ring and meeting Landon on the rampway with a forearm strike! Megan scuttles off to safety as Landon returns the favour with a forearm, only for Leon to throw one right back, sending Landon sprawling down the ramp! COLE Uh-oh! The action has finally spilled out onto the entrance way and remember, falls count anywhere, so this one could go anywhere Coach! COACH Ten bucks says they end up in some water and party like it's ninteen ninety nine. COLE No, we've got that covered on the show already. With the 24/7 Championship in hand Charles Robinson follows down the ramp, as it's Landon's turn to strike, connecting with a patented forearm that sends Leon retreating back towards the ring. Soon learning that you shouldn't go forearm for forearm with La Cucaracha, Rodez stuns his opponent with a boot to the gut and pulls him in, setting up a piledriver on the rampway! But of course, that rarely works and as soon as he finds himself in trouble, Maddix snaps upright to backdrop Rodez over, with another hard thud on the ramp! "OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" As soon as Rodez lands, Maddix is right on top of him with the cover... *THUD!* 1... *THUD!* 2... No! Annoyed at the two count and the OAOAST fans down below him, Maddix stomps away on The Silky Smooth One before glancing back to the ring. And apparantly, gaining an idea. The 24/7 Champion re-enters the ring and takes up a position on the far side of the ring, lounging against the ropes as he waits for Rodez to drag himself back up. "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" "LAN - DON SUCKS!" The fans don't concern Landon now as Rodez pulls himself up and favours his lower back as he begins to lumber back towards the ring. As he does so though, it seems like rather than he going to Landon, Landon is going to come to him, as The Next Generation rushes the length of the ring... ...vaulting to the top rope... ...and SOARING a good 7 or 8 feet down the ramp, wiping Rodez out with a JAW-DROPPING Spaceman Plancha!!! "WWOOOOOOOAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE WOW! COACH That's one way to shut these people up, huh? COLE Give the devil his due, that was impressive! In one motion Landon leapt to the top, then the next he goes flying down the aisle and takes out the challenger! One thing we know about Landon from the SWF, he's flashy, he's a show-off, sometimes without reason. But what you just saw there was the flash with an end product. Both men end up in a heap on the rampway as the crowd around them go wild, not for Landon as such but for the move. Landon ends up hurting from the landing as well as Rodez, but he's the first to react and drops on top of Rodez, forcing Robinson to rush over with the count... *THUD!* 1... *THUD!* 2... KICKOUT! Pushing up to his knees, Maddix takes issue with the count with referee Robinson. As always Robinson is quick to defend his count, so the Champion is forced to bring Rodez back up and pop under the jaw with another quick forearm. Rodez wobbles, as Landon then reels back... ...cravaté. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE There's number two. COACH 'Number two' is right. That's a steaming pile of number two. The fans are spared this time though, as after a few gratuitous wrenches of the head and some taunting of the crowd, Landon gets bored of the hold and changes things up. Wringing out the arm, an irish whip is set up, Landon sends Rodez back down the ramp and into the outside of the ring ropes...which Leon hangs onto, stopping himself from being rebounded back. RODEZ ALAN CLARK RULES!! COACH OH NO HE DIDN'T~! Oh yes he did and if anything's gonna rile up The Next Generation it's that, letting his heart rule his head as he furiously sprints down the ramp...and gets scythed down with another drop toehold, again landing throat-first on the middle rope, although this time of course on the outside of the ring. COLE Looks like Leon's going to put the ramp to good use here. Striding off towards the curtains, Rodez leaves Maddix hanging as he makes it at least halfway down the ramp before turning on his heels and sprinting back! The fans in the pits below reach out to their hero, thankfully not tripping him up as he rushes down... ...and down... ...and down... ...before eventually making it down the rampway and DRIVING his weight into the spine of the 24/7 Champion!! COACH CALL THAT BITCH BOJANGLES, YO~! Man I've missed doin' that! COLE If you weren't so bias you could do it every week. COACH Yeah, but what can you do? Maddix comes off the ropes with a hand pressed to his back and gets nailed with a right hand, before it's Leon's time to whip. Taking the arm, Rodez turns and shoots Landon down the ramp, which soon becomes down the apron, as Maddix manages to cut the corner where the ramp drops away... *CLANG!* ...but ends up crashing back first into the ringpost, slumping down against the outside of the middle turnbuckle as Megan yelps in shared pain on the outside. RODEZ How about a Shining Wizard, huh!? "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh yeah, a little poetic justice coming up! With Landon still slumped against the post Rodez takes a moment to get the crowd behind him, with the always popular rhythmical clapping. The claps slowly pick up pace as Megan is frantic, screaming at Landon to get up or move or show any meaningful signs of life what-so-ever. But he doesn't and the claps are barely seperate from each other now they're so quick as Leon bursts down the rampway again with another long run-up. A quick detour later, Rodez then takes flight, jumping the void from ramp edge to ring apron... *CLUNK!* "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...BUT MEGAN PULLS LANDON TO SAFETY AND RODEZ WRAPS HIS RIGHT KNEE AROUND THE RINGPOST!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE DAMNIT! Megan Skye, interjecting herself in this match and saving Maddix's ass! COACH And probably wrecking Leon's knee too. Rodez writhes in agony, rolling into the ring and howling with pain as he clutches his right knee. Following him into the ring, referee Robinson seems understandably concerned as he checks on the challenger, most of the crowd eeriely quiet now except for the pocket of fans closest to Maddix and Megan who give them their rightful boos. COLE You might be right Coach, Leon looks like he's in a bad way and he's clutching that right knee, which is the same knee that had to be surgically repaired back in 2003 and put Leon out of this business for roughly a year. It's still braced up and obviously it's healed as fully as is physically possible. But it's still a surgically repaired knee and therefore a vulnerable bodypart. COACH And it's not like he just smacked it on the post either Mikey. He wrapped it around the post. Something like that can tear ligaments. COLE Or in Leon's case, re-tear ligaments. Referee Robinson seems to be in two minds about stopping the match but apparantly Leon is able to convince him he's okay to continue. Either that, or Charles doesn't want a riot on his hands. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Taking his sweet time, Landon fiddles with his hair on the floor before climbing back to the apron. Rodez is trying to use the ropes to pull himself back to his feet, but Landon ducks a foot into the ring and kicks him in the face, putting him right back down. Clasping the top rope, Landon then vaults in, coming down on the right knee with a very deliberate double stomp! LEON AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! COLE Wow, Rodez just screaming in pain there. We're going to see just how much of a ruthless streak Maddix has in him now I'm afraid. Rodez tries to crawl away but doesn't get very far on one leg, Landon strolling over and simply kicking him in the knee, almost mocking the injured challenger in the process. Another nonchalant kick to the leg is thrown before Landon reaches down and grabs the limp limb. Hooking the ankle under his arm, the cocky Maddix falls back and JARS it into the canvas with a KneeDT! And without relinquishing his grasp on the ankle, he chains it into a submission, rolling Leon over onto his back and applying a simple but effective under the circumstances Half Boston Crab. COLE Submission hold applied, but unless Leon is more injured than we think then this is just a weardown tactic, trying to soften the knee up a little further. COACH Well it's all cool working over a bodypart, but the question is what's it working towards? If Maddix doesn't have a hold that'll work the leg and get a submission, he might as well just forget about the injury and wrestle the match as he was. COLE I'm not sure what Landon has in his arsenal, Coach. From the footage I've seen, he never picks the leg as the bodypart to focus on though, so you may have a point. COACH Damn skippy. COLE Uhm...yeah. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" The crowd try to rally behind the challenger as he starts to fight the hold, realising that reaching the ropes won't do him any good and instead trying to push up on his hands and escape the crab on his own merits. Maddix tries to sit back and flatten Rodez back down, but Rodez is up on his hands now, creeping his free leg underneath him to aleviate some of the pressure. Realising he's losing the challenger, Landon throws in the towel on the crab, but not the leg as he quickly lifts and slams the knee into the canvas! And again! Leon's base collapses under him as the knee is bounced off the canvas a third time, before Maddix flips him over onto his back and whips around the leg with a spinning toehold, the prelude to the figure fou...NO! Rodez fights it, kicking out with his left leg time and time again until Maddix is sent stumbling away into a neutral corner. COLE Rodez is fighting, but this is all just desperation now. Hopping on one leg Rodez tries to get back to his feet, but he can't put any weight on the right leg, allowing Landon to catch him from behind. A kick to the back of the knee softens Rodez up, before Landon hooks him around the waist, tucking in the knee as he lifts the Silky Smooth One up, then brings him right back down with a shinbreaker! Even on one leg, Leon is fighting though... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and manages to throw a knifedge chop to back Landon off. But only temporarily, as Maddix clubs into him from behind again and quickly executes another shinbreaker! This time there's no fightback from Rodez and he hops helplessly on the one foot as Maddix pulls him into the centre of the ring, bringing him over with a dragon screw legwhip that further wrenches the internal workings of the knee in ways they shouldn't be wrenched. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Again, tearing away at that leg. Maddix is in control, but time and time again in the past we've seen Leon in some bad situations and he's always shown tremendous amounts of heart. Pulling Rodez back up, Maddix picks the bad leg of the challenger and snaps an uppercut across the back of Rodez's knee. A second almost causes Rodez to buckle from the pain, but he gallantly stays up. Landon pulls him over with another quick dragon screw though to put an end to his resiliance. Straight from that, Maddix whips around Rodez's leg with a figure four in mind...but Rodez knows that spells disaster and with no other option he grabs a handful of Landon's blond hair and fires off a right hand! A second! Grabbing the hair again, Rodez goes for a third, but Landon suddenly WRENCHES at the knee with a spinning toe-hold which stops Rodez in his tracks. And with Rodez hurt, The Next Generation takes the opportunity to quickly apply the figure four leglock! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COACH Aw, crap! COLE The Wrath Of Maddix, the time honoured figure four leglock, one move which Landon does have in his repetoire that works the leg. Rodez has got to escape this figure four and quickly, because I'm sure his knee cannot take much of this hold. With his hands clenched to his face, Rodez moans and groans with every wrench of the hold, the beaming Champion pushing up onto his hands to apply more pressure on the hold. The pain is clear, as Rodez pushes up to face Landon for a moment. But he quickly collapses back... 1... 2... Rodez pushes off of his shoulder, almost forgetting where he was for a moment. Landon has the hold applied tightly and Rodez, glancing towards the ropes, which won't aid him anyway. Maddix pushes up again, eliciting another howl from Rodez. The challenger grits his teeth through the pain for another attempt at finding a way out. But again Maddix wrenches the hold, which causes Rodez to fall to the mat again... 1... 2... THR--NOO! Rodez JUST pushes off the canvas in time! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" The Miami crowd are doing their best to carry the challenger on now, despite how bleak the situation looks. Maddix gives another wrench of the figure four before glancing over to his corner and giving a little signal to Megan, who right on cue crawls into the ring and starts to MOP LANDON'S BROW with her towel in mid figure-four!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE That's ridiculous!! Talk about arrogance, that's off the damn scale! COACH Come on Mikey, he doesn't want sweat in his eyes. COLE Please Coach. Maddix is suitably mopped down so Megan resumes her cheering duties on the floor. Meanwhile, Rodez is slowly sinking away it seems and looks to be just about out of it. But just as Robinson prepares to count his shoulder down, The Silky Smooth One decides he has to make one last effort and sits bolt upright! Teeth gritted, the challenger pumps his fists and whips the crowd into a frenzy as he leans to his left and starts to try and tip the balance of the hold! Maddix's cocky streak has disappeared now and he tries to stop Rodez from turning him, but the challenger is determined and fights through the pain barrier, managing to get onto his side... ...but Landon quickly unwraps his legs and releases the hold, before he can be turned. COLE I guess that counts as an escape...Maddix taking no chances there, he doesn't want to get caught in the deadly reversed figure four. A cheer goes up, but Maddix doesn't completely let Rodez go. Instead, he lifts Rodez's leg by the ankle before slamming it down into the mat. Landon follows up with a stomp just for good measure, before smirking out into the crowd. COLE Maddix has things going his way. He just needs to keep his focus... COACH Easier said then done when he's got thousands of OAOAST fans baying for his blood. Looking out into the sea of Floridian fans, Maddix tries to get an "S - W - F!" chant going, which is thrown asunder faster than Al Gore's presidential campaign. All this is good clean fun for Landon though, drafting in Megan to help with the chant. However, Rodez is using this time to drag himself up with aid from the ropes, still running on adrenaline as he hops across the ring. By the shoulder he spins Landon around, catching the shocked SWF superstar in the jaw with a hopping jab! A jab! A JAB! A... ...forearm, Maddix cutting off the trademark combo. Cockily Landon shoves the challenger away, waiting for Rodez to hop back before launching a basement dropkick low. The boots catch Rodez in the thigh and he shoots up, landing SPIKED on his head! Seeing this, Landon decides to make a cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Maddix is quickly back up, laying in more vicious stomps. Rodez tries to fight him off with his free leg but Maddix is able to avoid the flailing leg and keeps kicking until finally Robinson has enough and decides to pull him away. Shoving Robinson aside, Maddix goes back over to Rodez and pulls him up. With a snarl, he then cups a hand under Rodez's jaw, pulling him face to face and spitting some insults at him. And SLAPPING him across the face! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Leon is in no position to fight back and struggles even to stay on his feet...or rather, foot...as Landon tucks a leg in behind the challenger's and tucks the head over his shoulder. Leaning Rodez back, the Champion then pulls him forward, looking for the Crash Landon '05... ...but instead, crash landing across Rodez's knee, as he counters with an STO/Backbreaker!!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE YES! Maddix got too cocksure of himself and he paid the price! COACH Yeah, but he got driven down on Leon's right knee. Leon sacrificed himself on that one. COLE Very true and the desperation counter did the challenger's leg no favours at all. But the Champion now has a damaged back to think about, as both men are down and...and WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING!? 'She' would be Megan Skye. And what 'she' is doing is sliding into the ring with a steel chair in hand, cautiously approaching Rodez and wielding the chair, waiting for a good shot at the right knee! Referee Robinson warns her to get out of the ring. He might as well have left ten minutes ago though, because nobody is listening to him. Megan continues to stalk the challenger, still without a good view of the leg, but Leon is getting up and the chair is wielded, ready to strike... ...UNTIL MEGAN GETS SPEARED DOWN BY... ...BY JADE RODEZ!?!?! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH What the hell!? COLE Jade Rodez to the rescue! Leon said he did his homework, I guess he knew what Megan was capable of and thankfully, he had his little sister watching his back! COACH Lame. COLE Well, you know what isn't lame Coach? COACH What? COLE This! CATFIIIGHT! CATFIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!! To the delight of the Miami crowd, Megan and Jade start scrapping on the mat, which soon turns into scrapping on the ramp as the bundle out under the ropes, still ripping and tearing at hair and flesh and whatever else comes to hand. Leon is up now, hobbling on one foot and faster that you can say 'I love it when a plan comes together' he's smiling as he sees his sister taking it to Ms. Skye. However, he wouldn't be smiling if he saw what was behind him. To his feet, Landon sneakily retrieves the steel chair and lies in wait. Screams of warning tell Leon something's wrong and he turns around. Just what Landon wanted, as he swings for the hills with the chair... ...DUCKED! Rodez manages to sweep under the chairshot and hop around to meet Landon coming a second time, blocking the chair... *CLANG!* ...and pushing it back into Landon's face! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Away sprawls Maddix, a look of anger masking the fact he's seeing stars right now as he falls into the corner. Rodez is right behind him and grabs hold of Landon's blond locks, pulling his head back and slamming it into the turnbuckle... ...and again... ...again... "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" "TEN!!!!!" COLE No need for a recount in Florida that time, Maddix sent into the buckle ten straight times and the tide may just be turning in the OAOAST's favour! Out from the corner hops Rodez, the fact he's on one leg not affecting his mobility too much. Rodez waits in the centre of the ring as slowly, very wobbly and pretty aimlessly, Landon comes staggering towards him. And before the woozy Champion can strike, he gets popped in the jaw with a jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! Landon is on rubber legs now as Leon, on one non-rubber leg, turns to blow the kiss to the crowd and...stops, not trusting his leg to withstand hitting the usual enziguri. Luckily though Landon is already ducking the non-existant enziguri. So, with a shrug, Leon just spikes him with a DDT! COACH Mama Said Knock You Out...With A DDT Because My Leg's Busted! COLE Catchy. Again Rodez has to take a moment to tend to his knee, but with the 24/7 Championship beckoning he grits the teeth and drapes an arm over Maddix's chest... 1... 2... NO! COLE That injured knee isn't just going to hurt Leon physically, but it's also going to hurt his chances of winning this match. I doubt he can get Maddix up for the Backpack Stunner and he's got no chance of a 450. What does the challenger have in his bag of tricks to beat Maddix with only one leg? COACH He could just waffle him with the chair. COLE No complaints here. Up hops Leon again and he waits on the 24/7 Champion, who is looking around ringside for some advice from his trusty manager. However, his trusty manager is in the backstage area, probably still clawing away at Jade Rodez's face. Maddix has to go it alone now. Stumbling up he suddenly makes a break forward, trying to clip out Leon's knee from the front. The challenger is able to side-hop him though, Landon skidding harmlessly (for Leon, at least) across the mat. Landon pops right back up and charges again...but this time, runs into a back elbow! That seems to lock Landon a little loopy and allow Rodez to wrap on a front facelock. Cradling the leg, Rodez takes Maddix over with a Fisherman's Suplex, with a bridge... 1... ...but his right knee is buckling, so Rodez lifts it off the canvas, maintaining the bridge with the left leg... 2... KICKOUT! COLE Amazing neck strength to bridge with one foot, let alone two, but again the bad knee is hampering every idea Leon has right now. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Up goes the chant again, the crowd sensing Rodez needs a little encouragement as he tries to figure out exactly what he can use for a next move. Maddix looks to cut him off before he gets the chance, swinging with a clothesline. And missing with a clothesline, Rodez watching Maddix 360 around and lifting for an inverted atomic drop...but wisely realising that'd hurt his knee, so instead dumping Landon down with a Stone Cold Spinebuster (which keeps him standing, but Landon hurting). As Maddix clambers up from that, an elbow jabs him in the abdomen...and again, doubling him over a little, so Leon can grab a 3/4 headlock. Pointing to the corner, Rodez is looking to slice some bread now as he runs to the buckles... RODEZ AAAHHH! ...but running isn't wise with a bad leg and he has to stop before he reaches the corner, releasing Landon to tend to his knee... ...and getting pulled down across his knees with a Lungblower!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Again the knee halts the challenger's progress and that may have been the crucial tweak of the knee there! Scrambling around, Maddix hooks the good leg, leaving Leon with only the bad limb to try and kick out with... 1... 2... ONLY TWO!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE But Leon Rodez refuses to be beaten! COACH No doubt. He's got a lot of gumption. I don't know what gumption means, I don't know if anyone else does, but whatever it is he's got it. Maddix has had enough now as he storms to his feet, ripping at his own kneepad and exposing his right knee as he backs into a corner. COLE Shining Wizard! Landon's going for the Shining Wizard and if he hits this, it's over! COACH But if he misses, he's gonna end up with a knee like Leon's. The challenger is hurting now and slowly to his feet, the crowd trying to warn him again as Landon lies in wait. Maddix is impatient, encouraging Leon up, shouting at Leon to get back to one knee. Pushing himself up off the canvas, Leon starts to get up and Landon starts to run...but the challenger can't put any weight on the right leg, unable to get the knee under him and forcing the eager Champion to skid to a halt, returning to the corner. Clearly in pain, Rodez now plants the other leg on the mat as he starts to pull himself up, feeding the knee for Landon as he again charges forward... ...AND GETS SPEARED OUT OF THE AIR BY RODEZ!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE RODEZ SAW HIM COMING! Rodez saw Landon coming the first time and he was ready by the second! COACH What a counter, too! COLE COVER!! 1... 2... 3 -NOOOOOO! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHH - BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Referee Robinson takes the brunt of the abuse as he signals that Landon's shoulder barely shot off of the canvas at two. Despite the obvious disappointment, Rodez doesn't dwell on the two count and hobbles back to his feet, bringing Landon up with him with a handful of hair. RODEZ BANANA HAMMOCK! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE He's gonna go for it, but I don't think his knee will hold out! Again with the 3/4 headlock, Rodez knows this is going to take his last amounts of energy and pauses for a moment, soaking in some oxygen before hoisting Landon up...BUT THE KNEE GIVES WAY! COLE Just as I thought, that knee is too damaged for Leon to carry two hundred and twenty pounds on his back, even for a second. Rodez uses the ropes to help himself back up and curses his bad idea as he limps away, to where Maddix is waiting on him with a Dropsault...CAUGHT! Rodez catches the legs and Maddix drops down on the back of his head, before getting turned over into the Boston Crab! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Woah, where did that come from!? COLE I don't know and I don't honestly care! All that matters is, Maddix is in trouble and this seems to be a move that won't damage the knee of the challenger! Rodez sits back and is already nodding his head, satisfied that he's finally got the 24/7 Champion where he wants him. Meanwhile, the agonised Next Generation starts to claw and crawl with a grimace on his face, knowing that with one leg Leon's balance won't be as strong. "TAP!" "TAP!" "TAP!" "TAP!" The referee is right there with him to check for a tap-out, but Maddix shakes his head with a 'no', scanning around the ring for the ropes. But Rodez sits back a little further with the hold and it seems like La Cucaracha is trapped and resigned to defeat... "TAP!" "TAP!" "TAP!" ...until suddenly, he starts pushing up! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Maddix has his eyes locked on the bottom rope and begins to reach out for them, crawling across the ring. He knows he can't make a break of the hold, but at least with the ropes in hand he technically can't lose the match. Rodez can't stop Maddix's crawl and every time he's brought back a step, he's stepping onto the right leg once more. Despairing boos fill the air, as Landon is just a short distance away from the ropes. And with no way of stopping his opponent and no plans of trying to drag him forward, Leon is left to cling on and hope... ...as Landon makes the ropes! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Maddix has the ropes, but Rodez doesn't have the break the hold! COACH He'll break it, you watch. He's too much of a nice guy. And Coach's prediction is dead-on, as Rodez does throw down the legs of the Champion, although mainly to nurse the right leg again. Maddix is still clutching the ropes for all his might, until he finally realises the hold is broken. And quick as a flash, he twists around and grabs Rodez's right knee, tugging away at the buckles of his kneebrace!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Hey...HEY, COME ON! COACH That's what being a nice guy gets ya. COLE This is uncalled for! I know it's No Disqualifications but Robinson needs to get in there and stop this! That kneebrace isn't there for decoration, it's there for a reason! Maddix seems to have the brace unfastened and is trying to pull it off now, but Rodez knows what trouble he'll be in if that happens and starts wailing away on the back of Landon's head, punching him erraticly until the Champion is fended off. Quickly Rodez rolls away and to a neutral corner, trying to re-attach his kneebrace before any further damage can be done. *CRACK!* "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Too late. COLE DAMNIT! CHAIRSHOT, RIGHT TO THE KNEE! Collapsing in a fit of pain, Rodez writhes in agony, his kneebrace doing nothing to protect his knee from twisting from the force of the steel chair. Standing over the challenger, a smug grin forms of Maddix's face as he shrugs his shoulders, mouthing to the fans that "it's in the rules". And just to demonstrate the point further... *CRACK!* "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *CRACK!* "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *CRACK!* "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...he SMASHES the chair down across the knee three more times, with referee Robinson powerless to stop him! "FUCK YOU LAN - DON!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* "FUCK YOU LAN - DON!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* "FUCK YOU LAN - DON!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* The grin is now a smile from ear to ear, as Landon adjusts his grip on the chair, pointing the top of the steel impliment down...AND JAMMING IT INTO LEON'S KNEE, IN TIME WITH THE CLAPPING!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Come on, enough is enough! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! Rodez is barely moving now, balled up and clutching his knee with groans and moans of pain just about audible over the hostile crowd. Finally Robinson steps in in the name of good taste and tries to get the chair away from Landon, only for Landon to toss the chair aside himself. He's done with it. He's got other ideas. Pulling Rodez agonisingly into the centre of the ring by the ankle, Maddix kicks the inside of the knee! And again! MADDIX WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ...before whipping around and applying the Wrath Of Maddix again!! COLE Right back to the Figure Four! And I don't think that kneebrace is on properly...it could be doing more harm than good right now! The Silky Smooth One is screaming in pain now, hands clutched to his head as his knee is ripped and torn away at by the hold. Referee Robinson is right beside him to check for a submission, as Maddix starts to rock up and down, putting even more downward pressure on the knee. Eventually, with the pain sinking in, Rodez slumps backwards and his shoulders pin to the mat... 1... 2... Rodez sits up, but doing so causes him to roar in pain even more! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" COLE The crowd are trying to rally behind the challenger, but I don't know how much good that's really going to do. COACH None, that's how much. Comfortable in the hold Maddix resorts to some trash-talking now, making the most of it while Leon is still face to face with him. Because he doesn't stay there long, the pain again sapping at his energy levels and leaving him to slump back down to the canvas. A very clear laugh from Landon earns a few boos, but most of the fans are busy encouraging Leon on now, watching on nervously as he begins to fade away...and his shoulders fall to the mat again... 1... 2... SHOULDER UP, but just barely! COLE Rodez is slipping away here! Hid body is in danger of shutting down due to the pain and right now, it might be wise of him just to tapout and live to fight another day much as it pains me to say it. COACH Then don't say it! He's representin' the OAOAST, he'd better not just give up on us! COLE And risk ruining his career!? COACH If he taps out here, he might just ruin his career because Axel might just can his ass. Running on fumes now, Rodez sits up on his elbows and tries to summon some more reserve strength, in tremendous pain as he starts to try and tip over to the side, to reverse the hold. But his body is too weak to even get onto his side now and Maddix just rocks him right back over, pushing up the straight leg, further adding damage to the already damaging hold. With the referee right in his face Rodez looks about ready to give. His hand is hovering and he's seemingly about to tap. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" But suddenly, another wave of chants come and Leon wags the finger at Robinson, ready to try again and escape! "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Pushing up onto his hands, Rodez growls as he tries to block out the pain, raising one fist in the air and trying to lever himself over to that side. Having caught a chance to relax, Maddix now starts to wrench at the hold again, trying to stop Leon in his tracks. But Leon is still fighting, still determined, pushing over and getting onto his side... ...tipping... ...turning, and... ...MADDIX PULLS HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Oh no. I think that was Leon's last spurt of energy right out of the window there. Taking no chances, Maddix is putting his all back into the hold now as the chants of the fans are draining away. Rodez is doing the same now, trying to find the heart and the battle for one last attempt, but simply unable to. Slowly he sinks down, referee Robinson's questioning not even getting a 'no' now, as Rodez falls back, pain etched on his face but not a lot else in the way of movement. Robinson checks for any signs of life. And for a moment, Rodez seems to respond. But his shoulders are down and Robinson quickly notices... 1... 2... 3!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" *DINGDINGDING!* COLE That's it, it's over. COACH What!? Robinson calls for the bell and the crowd sink down just as lifelessly as Leon, as sure enough "The Game" cues up over the sound system. Even Landon looks a little surprised that the match is over. But once Robinson explains what has happened, the 24/7 Champion's only response is to demand his belt. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen... your winner of the match and STILL OAOAST 24/7 Champion... LANDON... "LA CUCARACHA"... MMMMMAAAADDIIIIXXXXXX!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Rodez isn't completely out but he's as good as, as Maddix snatches his title away from Robinson. Strolling over to the fallen OAOAST favourite, he then places a foot over the chest, smiling away as he poses over the fallen hero. COLE Look at this disrespect! Landon Maddix is spitting in the face of the OAOAST right now! He beat one of our own and he beat him to the point where he couldn't defend himself, surely that's enough? And now this. COACH He didn't just beat him Mikey...he pinned him with a figure four. When was the last time you saw that? COLE I can't remember ever seeing it Coach. But I can't remember seeing someone get their knee, their already injured knee, torn apart like that and keep fighting to the point that they simply couldn't continue like we just saw. Leon Rodez didn't tapout, he didn't give up, but he was in that figure four for at least a minute and a half, two minutes even and eventually his body just gave out on him. He couldn't respond to the count and that's why Landon Maddix is still the OAOAST 24/7 Champion. As Maddix exits the ring and poses on the rampway, to another chorus of boos, a small group of trainers and EMTs jog past and enter to check on Rodez, who is still barely conscious. Taking a last glance back into the ring, Maddix flicks the hair from his eyes and smiles. Before then turning around and realising that Megan is probably still scrapping, so turning tail and leaving. COLE Leon looks to be in a bad way here. I just hope this isn't as serious of an injury as the one that he suffered two years ago. COACH Yeah. I'm no big fan of the guy, but you don't wanna see this. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
