HD: TEN PERSON TAG MATCH

[Patty O'Green 0]

So long it may need two posts. Sorry! If it could go on after The Rockers/Mardi Gras match that'd be bitchin'. Thank ya.

 

Oh, and Tony, where ever you are, I'll answer your last PM in about an hour or two, so, like, hold tight and stuff.

 

The tricky, pop-savvy rhythms of [i]Dani California[/i] bounce into the sold out venue, provoking a flood of boos to come pouring from the stands. The target of the crowd's abhorrence, twenty six year old James Riggs, outfitted in an unbuttoned white trench coat and shiny sliver and black tights, steps onto the entrance stage. Flashing lights bounce across his chiseled physique as he shoots a cocky smirk into the nearest camera. He's soon flanked by his breathtaking lady love, Staci Roberts, who's attired in a a black dress shirt tied up to show a bit of midrift and a Navy skirt cut about halfway between her knee and thigh. 

[i]Cal-aye-forn-ya rest in peace
Simultaneeeoussss release
Cal-aye-forn-ya show yo teeth
She's maaaaah priestess; I'm your priest
Yeaaaah, yeaaaaah[/i]

COACH
I won't have you speak any ill words of this fine young man.

COLE
I wasn't...

COACH
You were. Not only am I a card carrying member of his fan club, the JR Nation, but I've appointed myself the Nation's minister of defense. It is my job to halt the onslaught of criticism against this fantastic athlete and his beautiful girlfriend from jealous peons such as yourself. Cole, you war with my man JR, you war with me.

BUFFER
The following contest is a ten person tag team match scheduled for a time limit of sixty minutes. Introducing first, being accompanied by Staci Robert, he hails from Torrence California and weighs in at two hundred and thirty two pounds. He is JAMES RIGGGGSSSSSS!

Riggs' name is met with a chilly reception, but he brushes aside the hatred while he and Staci confidently stroll down the entrance ramp. Upon reaching the ring, Staci eloquently ascends the steel steps, giving her beau a view that many men would pay millions of dollars to see up close. She kisses her hands then lovingly places them on Riggs' smirking lips, before she seductively sits on the middle rope. In one smooth as silk motion, she brings her lovely legs up and crosses them, balancing her entire body on the middle rope while pushing up the top rope, allowing Riggs to step through. When Riggs is in the ring she, in another gracefully smooth motion, uncrosses them and ducks under the top rope herself. 

COACH
What a hot body on that one!

COLE
Yeah, and she doesn't look all that bad herself.

JR bounds towards the corner and ascends to the second turnbuckle. With testosterone coursing through his veins, he slaps his chest twice with crossed arms before arrogantly foisting them into the sky, angering the already hateful fanbase. Beautiful pryo erupts across both sides of the ring, before they mingle in the center of the apron, where wondrous golden pyro sparkles decorate the darkened arena.

COLE
James Riggs first victory in the OAOAST came in seventeen seconds, but the competition is a little fiercer tonight, and for that matter so are his partners.

Speaking of partners, the smoke machine delves the entrance way into a troubling abyss, while the alt rock stylings of [i]Quiet[/i] replace the peppy musings of RHCP's pop hit. Through the hazy wall of grey steps wrestling's premier tag team, Black T. Their appearance is hotly contested by the rabid fans, some cheering, but many booing. The fans' opinions doesn't make much of a difference to Black T, who simply exchange a firm handshake with one another then head out to the squared circle.

BUFFER
The partners: First, hailing from London, England, the man who has held more titles than any other man in OAOAST history, he is the "ICE HEART" DAAAAAN BLAAAAACK! His partner, residing in Hollywood U.S.A by way of San Antonio, Texas., he weighs in at two hundred sixty-wo pounds...the former heavyweight champion of the world...TONYYYYY BRRRRAAAANNIGANNNNN! Together they are known as the Trans-Atlantic Wrecking Crew, BLACK TEEEEEEEE! 

More boos assault the living legends, who strut to the ring with heads held high and confidence held even higher. They slide into the ring simultaneously, seizing up their young partner. Brannigan deems him worthy of tagging with The Trans-Atlantic Wrecking Crew and offers him a handshake. Black follows up with a similar gesture and just like that JR has earned the confidence and trust of the former tag team champions.

[i]Frankenstein[/i] rips into the arena, signaling the arrival of two men who most definitely do not have the trust of Black T, The Sooner Bruisers. Heel heat builds from every section of the venue drowning out the genre bending sounds of Edgar Winter. The entrance doors tear apart, revealing the despised gladiators to the caustic world. Uber outfitted in simple black trunks doesn't bother with any flashy poses or plays to the camera. The Psycho Gremlin simply walks to the ring, ignoring every fan he passes, even the few who offer him words of encouragement. Big Frank, in red shorts with 69 written on the front and a Superman style S on the back, takes a second to show off his freakish physique before he joins his brother in their solemn journey to the squared circle. 

COLE
Black T and The Sooner Bruisers are scheduled to hook up in the second round of the Anderson Cup. These two teams have their history together, but they have to find some way to coexist tonight. And we saw The Bruisers earlier tonight len an assist to The Mardi Gras Homewrecking crew in their upset victory over The Heavenly Rockers.

BUFFER
And their partners from Oklahoma, weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred and thirty five pounds, they are former OAOAST tag team champions, and NCAA all Americans, combined between them they have won six NCAA wrestling championships, two world championships, eight high school championships, and seven USA wrestling championships, they are The Pyscho Gremlin, Uber Bruiser, The Man of Tomorrow Uber Bruiser.....THE SOOOONER BRUISEEEEERSSS!

The second The Bruisers enter the squared circle a spat erupts between themselves and Black T. Neither team seems to have forgotten the bad blood that exists between them, and neither is willing to forget. While they argue, and trade profane threats , James Riggs stands in the corner, throughly entertained by the whole show. However his girlfriend urges him to create some semblance of unity with his team, which Riggs is not exactly thrilled to do. After a brief debate, JR gives into his girls' demands, and interjects himself into the doonybrook. He informs the former tag team champions they can tear each other apart in the Anderson Cup, but for they now they must focus on the task at hand. Somehow he manages to convince the temperamental foursome of his rightness, and they agree on an uneasy truce.

COACH
Athlete, showman, and a peace keeper!

[i]Tick, tock, tick, tock[/i]

[i]Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by....so slowly
Time goes by....so slowly
Time goes by....so slowly
Time goes by...so slowly
Time goes by....so slowly[/i]

The sweaty, head-spinningly good dance track [i]Hung Up/[/i] from queen of pop Madonna sends the audience into state of dance induced euphoria. As Madonna's airy vocals groove throughout the venue, a bevy of scantly clad male and female dancers in costumed army fatigues come onto the stage. While they move to the pulsating music, fabulous multi colored strobe lights splash along the arena, turning Boston into the sight of the world's largest rave. Joining the dancers on stage is The Strong Style Party Animal, The Bemani Bruiser, The Masked Dance Assassin, Triple D, DDD, MOTHER FUCKING Dance, Dance Dragon! The twenty two year old dance phenom writhes his body along side his army of sexy dancers, while Buffer readies his introduction.

BUFFER
And the opponents...first from Osaka, Japan, he is a world champion Dance Dance Revolution player, he weighs in at one hundred ninety nine pounds, he is The Masked Dance Assassin, DANCE. DANCE, DRAGOOOONN!

Dragon grooves his way down the aisle, pulling Ipod Nanos out of his pocket and chucking them to the cheering Bostonians. Upon spotting the fearsome rouges gallery that comprises the opposing team, he wisely waits on the other side of the ring for his compatriots to arrive.

COLE
James Riggs and Dance Dance Dragon certainly have had their fair share of issues in the past. At the New Years Knock Out contest, James Riggs eliminated himself just to attack the Dragon!

COACH
James Riggs didn't eliminate himself. An OAOAST official, a pure idiot, probably related to you judging by how stupid he was, chose to eliminate the man, who no doubt would've won the contest had he been allowed to continue.

The stirring sounds of Ennio Morricone's [i]The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly[/i] enter the attentive ears of the viewing audience. As the imaginative instrumentation beats it's steady war cry, red and blue lights splash across the landscape. A glorious orange pyro missle descends from the peak of the overhead scoreboard and onto the entrance stage. It lands with righteous impact, nearly deafening those spectators unlucky enough sit near it. Shortly after the powerful pyro display concludes the house lights dim to a grim blackness. The home audience is shown an overhead view of the entrance stage, it's metallic floor carpeted by simmering flames that form the shape of a bull's head. The camera pans down to reveal the hottest hunks the state of Texas has ever produce (sincerest apologies to Matthew McCaughney) , The Lonestar Gunslingers! Outfitted in matching white trunks with burnt orange kneepads, the duo walks to the ring with little in the way of preamble or showmanship However a wave of shrieking girls lends the boys barren entrance much needed flash, screaming at the top of their lungs for the sizzling hot pieces of Grade A man beef!

BUFFER
And his partners weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred and seven pounds, they are brawlers hailing from The Lone Star State, they are The Texas Twister Jock Mulligan, Baron Windells, THE LONESTAR GUNSLINGEERRRRRSSSS!

The many women (and numerous men) who like their studs to be of the “rough trade” variety give Buffer's announcement a rousing pop. The roughnecks hit the ring, where they exchange high fives with their quirky partner.

COLE
The Lonestar Gunslingers were victims of a brutal attack at the hands of The Sooner Bruiser's three weeks ago. They've promised revenge and that's what they're here to dish out. But they'll also have to contend with Black T, a team that beat them just two weeks ago in the first round of the Anderson Cup.

[i]Los Angeles[/i], Sugarcult's ferocious ode to the entertainment capital of the world is heard loud and clear over the arena sound system. What's heard even louder is a monstrous roar of excitement from the fans. Every last audience member rises to their feet in unbridled anticipation of the two wrestlers soon to appear. A chant of “C-O-D” goes up when a gorgeous [color=#FF0000][b]red[/color][/b] pyro waterfall dives onto the stage below. The chant only increases in decibel level when the waterfall is met with an equally astounding [color=#FF3399][b]pink[/color][/b]  pyro fountain. Once those fireworks fade into nothingness, a majestically royal [color=#FFFF33][b]gold[/color][/b] pyro wall springs to life, overtaking the entire entrance stage in it's radiance. As the yearning chorus of the song kicks in, the Californian duo of Chicks Over Dicks steps through smoky cloak. Their arrival is welcomed with a gargantuan cheer from the Bostonians, many of whom hoist their pro-COD signs high into the sky.

COACH
Losers at home, mark it on your calendar, this Sunday, Anglepalooza, Chicks Over Dicks defends their tag team titles against the previous champions, The Sooner Bruisers.

Alix,attired in red Gucci sunglasses, and white hot short jumpsuit with a deep plunging neckline, the  back of which features a full length rose with diamonds embroidered in the petals, cruisers along the stage, rocking her shapely body back and forth, sending the fans into further frenzy. Krista's outfitted in a frilly Heatheratte™ rainbow patterned mini skirt, and spotless white tennis shoes. She off sets the girly lower body wear by sporting a “distressed” black Monarchy™ hoodie, featuring Archaic old English text, a rebellious rose graphic, and gothic zipper on the front. Somehow Krista is able to settle her hyperactive better half down long enough, to twirl her around and pull her into a tight embrace. Alix turns over her shoulders, brushes a strand of her brown locks out her face, and tosses a kiss to the camera, causing cute super imposed red lips to pop on the screen.


BUFFER
And their partners...., first, from Los Angeles, California, she is the CEO of Mrs.Spezia's sweeties, the Hollywood Bad Girl, ALIX MARIA SPEZIA! And her partner, from Los Angeles, California, she is a best selling author, a fitness queen, and star of the world famous FIT with KID line of exercise videos, she is Miss California Krista Isaodra Duncan! Together they are the OAOAST world tag team champions, America's Sweethearts, Chicks Over Dicks!

Another hugenormouslargegargantuanbig pop! The champions take up position on the ring apron, discussing strategy with The Lonestar Gunslingers. The house lights come up and we are under way.

DING DING

Jock sits on the ring apron, clapping his hands together, working the already excited crowd into a higher state of euphoria. Dan Black, in the ring for his team, attaches a disapproving glare on Mulligan and warns him to cease his racket. However the caution simply causes Jock to increase the furor of his clapping, provoking Black's ire. On the other hand, the clapping and the crowd noise lights a spark with in Dance Dance Dragon, and he rushes towards the Ice Heart. But Black  meets his advance with a swift forearm strike to the gut that leaves DDD doubled over in agony. Black furthers his pain by clutching onto the top of his mask, then smashing a fist into his face. The Dragon stumbles backwards into his foes' corner, where he's met with a plethora of taunts from James Riggs. Danny B adds injury to insult when he blasts the Japanese fighter with a stinging knife edge chop. The move forces Dragon to skirt along the ropes, attempting to cope with the burning pain. But The Ice Heart stalks his path and hooks him into a front facelock. In one swift motion he brings Dragon down to the canvas with a snap suplex. He floats over into a cover and 89 year old referee Clem Buzzlefoxer makes the count!

ONE

Dragon scraps his shoulder off the mat well before old man Clem can reach two. Black grabs the green tassels on the back of DDD's mask and roughly yanks him to his feet. He snakes his muscular arms around Dragon's waist, then lifts him up as if he was going for a Manhattan Drop. But Dragon, who has no desire to see his clam hammer get shattered by Black's kneecaps, fights out of the hold by boxing the Londoner's ears. The Ice Heart lets Dragon go free, but scores a a measure of revenge when she sweeps forward and drives a lariat into the man's chest. The cruiser weight crumples to the canvas as if he just shot out of a plain, and groans in pain. Dragon's groans are like blood in the water to a shark for Dan, he takes them as a cue to step his punishment. He directs harsh stomps towards his rival, trying his best to knock him out with the basic strikes. However this plan never gets a chance to come to fruition, for Uber Bruiser tags himself into the contest! Needless to say, Black is less then pleased with his “teammate's” untimely entry, and another argument ensues.

“BRUISERS SUCK! BRUISERS SUCK!” Chants the crowd, offering their opinion on who should be in the match. However, Buzzlefoxer settles the spat by evicting Dan and ordering Uber into the ring.

The Psycho Gremlin hauls Dragon upright and strikes him square in the chest with forearm. The attack is worse then getting hit with a battering ram-he staggers backwards and sways on his feet. Bruiser watches him wobble unsteadily with drool creeping out the corner of his mouth. He then quenches his thirst for violence by unleashing a Soonerline on DDD! But the OAOAST's own Lord of the Dance majestically counters the strike by flipping forward, latching his hands onto Uber's spandex tights and pulling him to the mat with a sunset flip! Before Clem can even attempt to make the count, Bruiser pulls his entire body off the mat. He turns his massive frame onto The Strong Style Party Animal, seeking to crush him with a simple shoulder block. But once again, Triple D gets the better of him, smacking him across the leg with a vicious kick. The strike has Bruiser hobbling in hurt, and leaves him open to a kick to another leg. The overwhelming hurt in his limbs becomes to much to bear, and The Pyscho Gremlin sinks to his knees, a defeated man. Unfortunately, Dragon shows him no remorse and slams a vile kick into the his mullet covered noggin. The sound of the leather boot crashing into Uber's skull is music to the audience's ears, and they emit a large pop in response.

COLE
There's that three kick combo Dragon loves so much!

Triple D spots Jock leaning over the ropes, and yearning for a tag. Ever the good partner, Dragon eagerly tags in the handsome cowboy. Mulligan leaps into the ring, the memory of the beating he and his ally suffered at the Bruisers' hands still fresh on his mind. His vengeful response is immediate and overwhelming, laying into Uber with harsh left hands. Once the punch flurry ends, knife edge chops blaze across Uber's expansive chest, sounding like a string of firecrackers going off.

“WHOOOOOO!”

Dan Black, having no sympathy for Uber's situation, cries out “Shoulda never pulled me out the match, ya bloody moron!” Of course these comments, cause Frank to attempt an attack on Dan and once again forces James to play peace keeper.

Back in the ring, The Texas Twister hurls Uber towards the corner. Bruiser's back endures a hurtlful meeting with the poorly padded steel turnbuckles. His upper body then suffers an even worse meeting with a body splashing Jock. The Pyscho Gremlin stumbles out of the corner, scarcely able to remain upright. Mulligan takes advantage his wounded state, by bouncing off the ropes and slamming a Western Lariat into his already injured back. The Okie goes down in a heaping pile of sweat and bones, and Mulligan quickly drops onto him for a lateral press.

ONE


TWO

Uber kicks out, but his escape doesn't stop Dan Black from dumping more salt into his wounds “You're doing a fantastic job! Cheers!” he shouts.

Jock brings Uber to his feet and launches him towards the cables. The Texas stud muffin lowers his head, hoping that Uber will leapfrog him and head towards his(Jock's) corner where one of his allies will dish out their own brand of punishment. Unfortunately Jock's tactics don't go to plan, as Uber stops in front of his body and punts him right in his chiseled chest. The blow rockets Mulligan upright, and has him whimpering in pain. While Mulligan attends to his own agony, The Pyscho Gremlin shoots himself off the ropes, looking to hit the infamous Soonerline. But the Texas bred Adonis turns the tables by latching onto Uber's singlet, lifting him into the air, then driving him into the mat with a bewildering spine buster! The tremendous impact of the hold shakes the ring right to it's very core, and earns an appreciative round of applause from the fanbase.

“Bang up job, Uber! Couldn't have done it better myself!” Dan taunts, this time drawing a “Dude, shut up. Seriously.” from an annoyed Riggs.

Feeling that he's done enough damage to Bruiser for the moment, Jock applies the tag to Alix Maria Spezia. The spicy Californian's entrance into the match gleans the expected ovation, and she salutes her vocal admirers with a round of headbanging. Unfortunately this moment of playing to the audience gives Uber all the time he needs to recover from the spinebuster. He closes in on his Anglepalooza opponent and stabs her in the stomach with a swift kick. He then makes the fatal mistake off trying to rip her Gucci sunglasses off her face. That's a definite no-no in Ally Spezia's book, and the buxom brunette makes him pay for his transgressions with a football kick to his Frank N Beans!

“ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!” sing the fans.

Obviously, Uber doesn't quite feel the same love towards Alix as the thousands of fans do. Right now the only thing he feels like is that he's been hit in the testicles with a sledge hammer laced in barbwire. Thanks to that, he's forced to swallow his pride and tag Tony Brannigan into the match.

Dan can't resist one last cheap shot at Uber's expense, shouting “Finally, we get to see a real performer in the ring!”

COLE
It's going to be mighty ugly when The Bruisers meet Black T in the second round of the Anderson Cup.

COACH
[i]If[/i] they meet Black T in the second round, which certainly won't happen when they win the tag team titles at Anglepalooza.

The former World Champion enters the ring and almost meets the same grizzly fate as his partner. But he has the wherewithal to catch Alix's foot before it can splatter his private parts across the ring. However he doesn't have the wherewithal to prevent her from leaping into the air and slicing her free foot into the back of his head with an enziguri. Tony groggily dances for a moment, spit splaying out of his mouth, before he finally timbers forward to the mat in a convulsing pile.

“BOSTON?” Alix screams to the audience.

“YEAAAAAAAAH?”

“ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?”

“YEAAAAAAAH!”

“I SAID ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?”

“YEAAAAAAH!”

“THEN ROOOOOOOCK AWWWWWN, BOSTON!”

[b]“YEAAAAAAH!”[/b]

After her Vince Neil impression concludes, The Hollywood Bad Girl zips towards the ropes. Rather then run back, as would be the custom, she does a graceful cartwheel, and extends her body into it's full five feet eight inches when she nears her rival. She collides into him with a body splash, making a move to hook his leg for a pinfall the second she lands. Clem drops to his arthritic knees to count the pin.

CROWD
ONE

CROWD
TWO

Tony kicks out, using his impressive strength to toss lightweight Alix off of him. Being flung halfway across the ring by a 1900's strongman doesn't seem to deter our heroine, and she blindly charges the three time tag team champion. However, he greets her charge with a knee to the gut that subdues her enormous spirit and puts her totally under his control. The musclebound brute then manhandles her into a neutral corner, where he obliterates her with an army of perfectly placed elbow strikes to her exposed upper chest. The Body leaves her a coughing and wheezing mess in the corner and backs up towards the center of the ring. He builds up a head of steam, before dashing towards her with a corner avalanche. Unluckily for her plastic surgeon's bank account, Ally avoids the implants busting move, by diving out of the way at the last possible second. Tony's brawny upper body is besmeared across the rock hard turnbuckles, and his mouth emits pained howls. Alix isn't much for sympathy, and piles on the misery by grabbing a chunk of his greasy black hair and savagely ramming his face into the top post. The bubbly superstar, gleefully invites the audience to count along with each one of her savage strikes.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

“FOUR!”

“FIVE!”

“SIX!”

“SEVEN!”

COACH
Someone get in there and help him!

“EIGHT!”

“NINE!”

“TEN!”

COACH
Frank is standing there and laughing! Do something!

“ELEVEN!”

“TWELVE!” “THIRTEEN!” “FOURTEEN!” “FIFTEEN.”.....

[b]”SWEET SIXTEEN!”[/B]

COLE
She calls that move My Super Sweet 16!

The series turns out to be anything but sweet for Tony, who can scarcely recollect his own name, where he's from, or what he's doing here. He wobbles out of the corner, seeing doubles of everyone in the bout, and hardly able to stand on his own two feet. Fortunately he doesn't have to do that last part for very long, as the perky diva takes him to the mat with a simple and leg sweep. She delays dumping more gloom onto Tony's landscape long enough to lean over the ropes and blow a kiss to a wheelchair bound fan in the front row. Awwww! She then returns to task at hand and drives the point of her bare knee onto the top of The Body's forehead. The once moaning brawler goes silent the moment the strike hits, and his dark eyes turn vacant, leaving him open to a pinfall.

CROWD
ONE

CROWD
TWO

James Riggs, the only person on his team who has any concept of teamwork, breaks up the pinfall, earning himself a considerable amount of heel heat in the process. While the audience pelts JR with taunts and jeers, Alix refocuses herself on the task of defeating the other half of the Transatlantic Wrecking Crew. She watches Tony drag his carcass upright, then snags onto his thick arm to whip him towards a neutral corner. However, Tony reverses the basic hold, shifting his bodyweight, and using Alix's momentum against her to pull her into a short arm lariat. Miss Spezia topples to the canvas bellow, deeply injured by the awesome force of Brannigan's strike. She tries to rise to her feet, but the crippling power of the attack leaves her unable to do much more then emit soft cries of white hot pain.  Her slender body does begin to move, however, but it's only due to the fact that Tony is dragging her towards his team. He makes the tag to Riggs, bringing the man into this contest for the first time tonight. The audience is none to happy to see JR enter the warzone and makes no bones about expressing their displeasure. Their hatred rolls off the fabulously cool grappler like water down his back, and he responds to the peons with nothing more then a spiteful smirk.

COACH
This man is one of the brightest newcomers we've seen in the OAOAST in years. He's going to be a world champion before the year is out, I guarantee it.

COLE
I don't question that one bit. What I do question is attitude towards the fans and his fellow wrestlers.

Tony holds a squirming Spezia into position, while JR measures her with the snide “picture frame” taunt. He strikes upon the perfect place to unleash a beating, then hits that mark with pinpoint accuracy, driving a clubbing forearm onto her back. Brannigan releases his grip, and the quivering champion sinks to her knees, her dark hair falling in front of her like a wet mop. Riggs takes hold of those luscious locks, and leads her to his corner. He presses her body against the turnbuckles, then proceeds to maul her soft skin with a furious series of elbow strikes. The intensity packed behind Riggs' attacks is amazing, so much so that even his fueding teammates look on with wonderment. One person who isn't willing to stand idly by while Alix get mangled is Krista Isadora Duncan. She angrily zips into the ring, and lays a forearm into a surprised JR's back. Though the move didn't do much in the way of damage, it accomplished Krista's goal of pulling him away from her partner. Buzzlefoxer tries to lead KID back to her corner, but an enraged Riggs plunges a relatively mundane situation into full on chaos when he levels vulgarity stained threats at Krista. Not one to back down from any sort of argument, Krissy fires back with her own profanity ridden tirade, and soon the two blond haired Californians throw themselves headstrong into all out verbal warfare.

COLE
Well, Krista and James Riggs look like they could be brother and sister, but there's certainly no brotherly or sisterly love shared between them right now.

With Clem's hands full with the two blonds, The Bruisers, acting on suggestion from Staci, proceed to lambaste helpless Ally with a combination of stomps and elbow strikes. Black T's contribution to this deplorable clobbering is too do nothing but have Tony comment that the only people the Bruisers seem capable of bruising are jobbers, and women. The brother's grim ignore the taunt and continue to batter Alix, much to the very vocal crowd's chagrin. On the outside Staci gets involved in the shenanigans, creeping up towards a weeping Alix. She makes light of Ally's very real pain by rubbing her eyes with her fists, pretending to shed tears. Once she's done feigning sympathy, she cocks her hand, then rears forward, devastating poor Alix with a viscous open hand slap! Alix wilts mightily under the assault, and can barely look Staci face as Miss Robert holds her up by the chin and cruelly informs her that there's no chance she'll make it too see Anglepalooza.

“STACI DOES CREAMPIES! STACI DOES CREAMPIES!” chant the twisted New Englanders. If you don't know what a creampie is, then lucky you!

The slowest moving referee in the industry finally returns towards the action. But by the time he reaches distressed Alix, the beatings have ceased and all culprits stand idly by, putting on expressions of mock innocence. Pleased with his squad's shaddy tactics, Riggs returns to Alix, and sends several boots into her back. Once he's done leaving his footprint on her jumpsuit, he drags her upright and clamps her into a frontface lock. Immediately she tries to battle free of the hold, shooting punches into his tightly toned midsection. But the blows are like mosquitoes on an elephant, and do nothing to weaken the hold. He smashes a forearm into her back to end her irksome punches, then hooks onto  her bare right leg. From there JR lifts her into the air, and dives backwards, slamming her back first into the mat with a bridged fisherman's suplex. Buzzlefoxer, [i]slowly[/i] gets to his weak knees to score the pin.

ONE


TWO

Alix gets a shoulder off the mat, leading the audience and her team to breathe several sighs of relief. Riggs is of the mind that Clem's inability to move at anything more then a snails pace cost him a winning pinfall, and as such he rolls the move and attempts another pin. Clem again makes the count,  complaining about his perpetually aching back as he does so.

ONE


TWO


THR--

Alix shoots her shoulder off the mat, causing another thankful cheer to rise from the stands. Riggs, however, doesn't quite indulge in the same jubilation as the capacity crowd. He mutters a frustrated slew of complaints under his breath as he rises to his feet. Alix tries to the do the same, but as she reaches her full vertical frame, she feels a pair of kicks tear into her shoulder, and then legs. Before she knows it, she's kneeling on the ground, vaguely aware of the scorching pain in her limbs. She again attempts to rise, but the leg that Riggs just attacked buckles underneath her, sinking her back into the canvas. Within moments she's overtaken by a sharp, stabbing agony in her back, and before she can think of what to do next, Riggs fully cinches in his sharpshooter attempt!

“RIGGS MUST DIE! RIGGS MUST DIE! RIGGS MUST DIE!” screams the fanbase.

Over their hostile chants, shouts Staci, barbarically ordering her boyfriend to make the crowd favorite tap out.

Alix has no intention of permitting James to grant Staci's wish, and she bites a back a groan as she paws her way to the ropes. Riggs isn't willing to let her escape that easily, and every inch that she gains is quickly robbed from her when he tugs her back to the center of the ring. But Ally steadfastly refuses to capitulate, and digs her nails deep into the canvas and continues the arduous trek to salvation. Riggs regards her resilience with nothing more then bitter contempt, and bears down harder on his hold. The increased pressure shoots torment through her system, and she sobs in misery, her body all but going limp in response to the substantial pain.

“LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S ALIX!”

On the outside Staci throws her hands up in preemptive celebration, certain that it's only a matter of time before Alix succumbs to her beau's technical prowess. For a time it appears that Staci's prediction may come to fruition, as weeping Alix looks to be on the verge of tapping out. But the encouragement from her fans, and from her team, chiefly Krista, blesses her with the strength she needs to continue her journey to the ropes. With gritted teeth she slogs across the ring, like a solider moving through muddy, bullet riddled fields. Riggs does everything in his power to submit Alix, going as far as attempting to break her weak back with the hold. But nothing short of murder could prevent the spirited champion from reaching the cables. She tries desperately to take hold of the bottom rope, which lies just a painful few inches out of reach. Riggs turns over his shoulder and snarls, making one last effort to pull her back towards the middle of the ring. But Alix calls upon all the energy left in her in tiny little body to shoot her arm forward and snatch the rope!

[b]”YEAAAAAAH!”[/b] shouts the crowd as Alix's team claps proudly on the ring apron.

Riggs stares on in utter disbelief, unsure of how Alix was able to escape certain doom. Not wanting to press his terrible luck any further, The Blue Chipper tags in The Man of Tomorrow, Big Frank Bruiser.

Big Frank's entrance into the bout is heralded by chants of “ROIDS WILL KILL YOU! ROIDS WILL KILL YOU!”

Riggs does Frank the favor of pinning Alix's arms behind her back to hold her in place. She thrashes against his grip like a fish out of water, but his impressive strength is too much to escape for the moment. With Ally turned into a sitting duck, Frank bounces off the ropes, and goes duck hunting with a Soonerline! But The Hollywood Bad Girl somehow calls upon the strength and the divine luck to escape Riggs' clutches. By the time that The Man of Tomorrow realizes that his foe is long gone from his associates clutches it's too late to put on the breaks. His enormous arm slams into an alarmed Riggs, rocketing the air straight out of his chest. The world around JR goes black, and he lays perfectly still, the audience's voices swirling above him.

“YOU FUCKED UP! YOU FUCKED UP!” the Bostonians sing, with Dan Black joining in on their battle cry.

With Big Frank preoccupied with arguing with Staci, the crowd, and the annoyed members of Black T, Alix makes a hasty retreat to her corner where she tags in Baron Windels! Baron hits the ring, bursting at the seams with intensity and makes a mad dash for Big Frank Bruiser. He lands a forearm into a shocked Frank's upper back, then follows that up with several quick jabs to the midsection. Frank, who had no idea Alix even made a tag, recovers from his moments amazment long enough to whip around and pelt the gorgeous roughneck with a backhand blow. Baron staggers backwards, clutching his injured nose and checking for drops of blood. Frank attempts to capitalize on his disorientation by hurling him into a vacant corner. But Windels overpowers Big Frank into a reversal. The Man of Tomorrow slams into the corner with a resonating thud, but takes the brunt of the impact with his flabby backside. This means that he isn't quite as injured as Baron, who's closing in on him with shoulder charge, would like to think. He soon realizes this when his foe drops down to his stomach and disrupts his attack with a drop toe hold. Windels, unable to prepare a proper defense, suffers an unprotected face first meeting with the bottom turnbuckle. The attack leaves a grotesque aftermath on Baron's face, his nose looking as healthy as a piece of roadkill on a Georgia road. The camera shows various female fans weeping in sadness at the plight of their handsome idol.

While Clem inquires on Windels' condition, Big Frank belittles the man, shouting “Come on and fight me, you pretty boy c**ksucker!”

However Baron never gets the opportunity to strike Frank down for that jab, thanks to Dan Black blindly tagging himself into the contest. Of course this does not go over well with Big Frank, and verbal warfare is soon waged between the two parties. Their little spat quickly degenerates into all out fisticuffs, as the two warriors simultaneously come to blows. Frank gains the upperhand in the slugfest for a split second-a split second that Baron seizes on by school boying Dan into a pin!

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In spite of his disgust for Black T, Frank has no desire to add another L to his loss column, and breaks up the pin. He departs the ring, but not before chewing out Black and Tony for their continued disrespect. Black pays Frank no consideration, too busy lighting up his Texan rival with a succession of flesh searing knife edge chops, each one earning the requisite whoos from the fans. The fifth and final blows lands with such astounding barbarity that it knocks Baron flat on his back and has stars swirling above his head. The prone state of his adversary allows Black to make a tag his longtime partner, Tony Brannigan.

COACH
Black T and The Gunslingers furthering their little rivalry here. The Gunslingers said that they've taken over Black T's house, and that they're better then them. I think they spoke too soon, Cole, because they didn't show that two weeks ago and they aren't showing it here tonight.

The second coming of Rick Rude is greeted by an interesting mixture of cheers from those who respect Tony's numerous accomplishments in the ring and boos from those who think he's a miserable prick. However the only opinion that matters right now is Baron's. And being part of the “prick” camp, he eagerly pounces on his enemy. He dazes his fellow Texan with a series of lightening quick jabs to the face, then puts him on a trip to the ropes. The cables bounce Tony back and he has a lariat waiting to take Windels' noggin off. But all the planning is for naught as Baron simply lowers his lanky body, and cuts through Tony with a standing spear! Overcome with a wave of adrenaline, Baron Windels stands up and pumps his fist to the roaring New Englanders.

COLE
If you want to prove you're better then Black T, then spearing Brannigan and leaving him in a fetal position is a good place to start.

With Tony left in that aforementioned fetal position, Windels struts to his corner and brings Dance Dance Dragon into the affair.

COLE
We haven't seen Dragon since the start of the match, his team tags out a lot less frequently then Tony's team. In fact the only time we've even seen Krista is when she got into an argument with James Riggs.

The Bemani Buster leaps over the ropes, ready to make a name for himself at the expense of Brannigan. But Tony believes Dragon's name would look better on a tombstone then a marquee, and uses powerful forearm smashes to make this wish come true. His ravenous blows bulldoze the fun loving grappler into a vacant corner, where Tony proceeds to decimate his scrawny chest with closed fists. Dragon weakens significantly under the amazing force of the strike, only being held up by the repeated succession of punches.

COACH
That is why Tony Brannigan is a former world champion.

COLE
Because he can punch a defenseless man?

COACH
No because of hard hitting, devastating offense that renders that man defenseless.

His hands aching from the uninterrupted brutalization of the Osaka native, the burly grappler takes hold of Dragon's mask tassels and yanks him off the turnbuckle. He roughly leads him to the corner of evil, where he makes a tag to DDD's archrival, James Riggs.

COLE
Riggs has sort of taken up unofficial captaincy of his team, largely because he's the only one who doesn't have a problem with any of his teammates.

JR's arrival into the bout is affronted by an unbelievable amount of heel heat from the rabid fans who would like nothing better but to see DDD smash his skull into pieces. Unfortunately for them that is a fantasy that will remain unfulfilled as Riggs enters the bout with a straight left cross to Dragon's face. Yet Triple D takes the volley in stride and fires back with a savate kick to Riggs' well defined abdomen. The strike pushes Riggs back several inches and leaves him stunned for a precious few seconds. But these few seconds are all DDD needs to snag JR into a tightly held front facelock. He drops backwards and mashes Riggs' goateed face into the mat with a DDT. While his foe desperately tries to remember just what city he's in, Triple D lays his arm across his sculpted chest for a pin attempt.

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Riggs' shoulder comes off the mat, and the boos return to the arena as a result. Clutching his aching head, JR unsteadily rises to his feet where his vision is met with the vexing sight of Dance Dance Dragon turning the ring into the world's largest DDR pad! His right foot taps the imaginary “buttons”, while his left bounces his bodyweight from side to side. While his actions have the Riggs-hating DDR-loving fans rejoicing, they set JR on the warpath. He stands up and assaults the Bemani Buster with a round of right hooks. Each punch earns a boo from the audience as it lands. Thankfully DDD is able to break up the lopsided slug fest by rifling a thudding knee into his foe's midsection. Holding his stomach with his left arm, Riggs' groggily stumbles from side to side, in dire need of a barf bag.  Dragon continues to feed his desire to crush the overly arrogant grappler, and grabs his free arm while he hooks his leg between Riggs'. From there he drops forward, dragging his rival along with him, and smashing him face first into the ring floor with a front Russian legsweep! James yelps in distress as a harsh pain builds throughout his mangled face.

“You're gonna pay for that, you ugly little freak!” Staci shrieks.

Triple D puts himself off the ropes, building up great a deal of speed as he races back towards his now standing rival. But Riggs' reflexes are up to task of besting Dragon and he easily catches his enemy in a front waistlock. In one smooth as a baby's behind motion, the Californian bridges backwards and launches Dragon into the air with belly to belly suplex! SLAM! DDD's landing is of the disgusting variety, his body shaking the ring to it's core upon impact. With the crowd shooting vulgarities his way, JR makes them even angrier, showboating with a flashy pendulum elbow drop that hits perfectly onto his adversary's rib area. 

“There's more where that came from, freak!” Staci screams, somehow making herself heard over the chants of “RIGGS SUCKS!”

A groggy Dragon finally steps to his feet. There is half a second delay before he's truly balanced, and in that half-second, his bloodthirsty foe closes in on him. He places his head under Dragon's left arm, grabs the The Strong Style Party Animal's left leg and hoists him into the air for a lethal exploding suplex. But, much to Riggs' chagrin, Dragon manages to deftly escape in midair. Instead of landing right onto his neck as JR had hoped, Triple D swings around to flip him head over heels with an arm drag!

“YEAAAAAAH!”

Dragon rolls to his feet, and begins delighting the capacity crowd with another one of his award winning dance routines. JR is slightly less fortunate, landing in a crumpled heap at the foot of the ropes. JR struggles upright, using the ropes for leverage, but his pesky enemy is rushing towards him, seeking to knock him clear out the ring. But Riggs reacts quick enough to halt DDD's advance with a brutal high knee lift! The base of his kneecap catches DDD squarely on the chin and plummets him back to the mat. With Triple D sprawled out on the canvas and seeing nothing but a hazy blackness, Riggs proceeds to infuriate the fans, his opposing team, and probably his mother and father watching back home in Torrence, by mocking DDD with the worst dance routine ever seen in television's eighty years of existence!

COLE
The dancing leaves a bit to be desired, but you can't complain about his wrestling.

Dragon rises on his own will, but is quickly met with a forearm to the chest. His eyes water and his breath becomes short when another torrid blow lands on his chest. He totters from side to side, unable to mount a defense against JR's vivacious brawling assault. Feeling his rival sufficiently weakened, Riggs sweeps behind him and hooks him into a back suplex set-up. He hoists him into the sky, lifting him so high you'd swear he could touch the scoreboard. He then plummets backwards crashing Triple D into the canvas with the deadly hold. The crowd's response is of the negative variety, and they plead for Dragon to get up and give the cocky Riggs what he deserves. Unfortunately for them, before Dragon can even stand, JR tags Uber Bruiser into the affair.

COLE
Uber's last turn in this match didn't go as well as he would've liked, getting Sweet 16'ed into oblivion by Alix.

The Pyscho Gremlin scoops Triple D up, and after delivering two vile punches to the ribcage, shoots him into the cables. Dragon returns to a waiting knee to the stomach from the Okie. He's taken head over heels, and suffers a cringe worthy neck first landing that has more then a few little kids in tears.  Uber  prepares to really crank up the preschool water works, as he lifts DDD up and places him into a standing head scissors. He crosses his arms under his beefy chest and then lifts him up so that he hangs horizontal to the mat. With the fans steady in their stream of hatred for him, Bruiser sits out and drops him back first to the mat, utilizing the deadly pyramid driver! Buzzlefoxer counts the ensuing pin... 

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Dragon kicks out, bringing forth cheers from the audience. Uber is relentless, however, and once again takes hold of the outside leg for a pin....

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Dragon lifts his shoulder off the mat right before Clem can hit three. Uber stares down at the prone form of The Bemani Buster, wondering what it will take to finish off this unorthodox superstar. He understands that despite his outward goofiness, the man is legitimately tough, but no one is tough enough to withstand repeated punishment from a six time NCAA champion. So The Pyscho Gremlin hoists Dragon up to his feet once more, and places him into a front facelock. He roughly jerks Dragon into the air, but at the very height of the move, the agile wrestler shifts his body free and lands behind his enemy. Leaving Bruiser puzzled as to his whereabouts, the weary dance sensation makes moves to his corner to tag in one of waiting his partners.

The crowd makes no bones about who they want to see in the contest, loudly singing “WE WANT KRISTA! WE WANT KRISTA!”

Dragon certainly has no intention of angering the OAOAST's vocal fanbase, and applies the tag to the blond bombshell.

“KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!”

Miss California hits the ring like a 5'10 ball of fitness instructing alcohol consuming fiyaaaaah! She plows through her hated Anglepalooza opponent, Uber with a leg lariat, then strikes down his incoming brother with a spinning back kick! The fans are on their feet, boisterously cheering on the beautiful gladiator. Black T is shown no mercy on her rampage, as she leaps to the third turnbuckle, then flies off, shoving her Guess? Pumps into an apron based  Dan Black's face with a picture perfect springboard dropkick! The result of the move is anything but picture perfect, as Black is flung off the apron and into the cold steel guardrail. Then the largest athlete on his team, Tony Brannigan, makes his presence felt once again, dashing towards the energetic champion with an axe handle smash! But Krista is more then ready for him, and she abruptly halts his charge with a boot to his abs of steel! Tony B is left doubled over and dazed, and Krissy moves quickly to capitalize on his unenviable situation. She moves behind her much larger foe, and hooks her hands around his face. She then sits out, snapping Tony's skull off the rock hard canvas with her oddly named finisher [b]Elizabeth, I'm coming to join ya, honey! It's the big one![/b] (Reverse X-factor). KID extends her arm forward, hooking Tony's leg for what everyone believes will be the deciding pinfall of the match.

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But Jame Riggs eighty-sixes the pinfall with an elbow to the small of Krissy's back!

“RIGGS MUST DIE! RIGGS MUST DIE!” bellows the now standing audience.

Krista shares in their hostile sentiments, and stands up to direct a virulent gaze upon her fellow golden haired Californian. JR soon feels the full force of Kris' anger as she temporarily paralyzes him with a basement dropkick. This capsizes Riggs to his knees and makes him a sitting duck for Miss California's next cataclysmic move. She runs the ropes to build speed, and rushes back towards her foe. She presses her foot against his knee, using it as a launching pad. From there she takes to the skies and swipes the side of her boot along his face! A grotesque mixture of blood and spit flies out of Riggs' mouth as he plummets back to mat, his night all but over. Krista hasn't a second to celebrate the taming of the arrogant superstar as the vexatious Staci Robert  has hopped onto the apron, slamming Krista with a variety of  taunts. Krista heads towards the bothersome lass to retort her various insults, but she's beaten to the punch by partner in crime, Alix Spezia, WHO SPEARS STACI OFF THE APRON!

“YEAAAAAH!” shout the Bostonians.

COACH
That's not right! What happened to sisterhood, and all women sticking together?!

Figuring that Alix can easily and happily handle the exacting valet, Krista turns her attention to more important matters, namely pinning Riggs. But as she nears her fallen foe she's taken off her feet with a [b]SOONERLINE[/B] from The Man of Tomorrow! As Kris lies on the mat, feeling like every bone in her upper body has been broken, her enemy towers above her, flexing his spectacular muscles to the infinite disgust of the audience. But Frank's moment of showboating has left him exposed to any manner of ravaging moves, and it's Dance Dance Dragon who takes advantage of his vulnerability. The Strong Style Party Animal attaches himself to Big Frank's shoulders in order to pull him over with a hurricanrana. But Frank counters this deadly aerial move by latching onto Dragon's twig like legs and pushing his lightweight body down into a Boston Crab! Fortunately for Dragon, Frank never gets the chance to properly apply the deathly submission hold, as Jock Mulligan saves the day with a [b]BANDIT KICK[/B]! The muscle bound meathead releases Dragon and topples backwards as if he just got thrown out an sixth story window. Mulligan celebrates his victory by thunderously pounding his beefy chest. But it's a celebration that may have come a seconds prematurely, for The Ice Heart rains on his parade, by driving him into the canvas with a reverse DDT!

COLE
Where did Dan Black come from?

No one knows where Black came from, but they certainly know where he's going, and that's straight to the hospital, courtesy of a diving lariat from Mulligan's vengeful partner, Baron Windels!

COACH
It's breaking down in there! Buzzlefoxer restore order! Buzzlefoxer, are you even still alive?

Baron hasn't a second to celebrate his besting of Black, before Uber Bruiser renters the fray. He stampedes towards Windels, seeking to decimate him with a shoulder block.. Unfortunately he'll be doing no such thing tonight, as just as quickly as he reappeared, so does he disappear. Baron sidesteps his attack, grabs onto the back of his mullet, and chucks him out of the squared circle!

“BRUISERS SUCK! BRUISERS SUCK!” 

Problematically for Baron, James Riggs succeeds in doing what Uber failed to do; getting rid of the hunky brawler. Riggs strikes Baron with the majestic[b]Rolling Koppou (Wheel) Kick[/b], taking Baron off his feet, and temporarily out of this match. But Riggs' isn't granted the opportunity to do further damage to his foe, thanks to the fact that Dance Dance Dragon clotheslines him over the ring ropes! Owing to his great agility, Riggs manages to land on his black boots with little more then a migraine and a hurt ego. Yet this turns out to be a bittersweet victory, for he soon has a one hundred nintey pound DDR addict descending on him with a plancha! Dragon looks Riggs right in the eyes, and sees the man curse, then swerve hard to the right. Dragon flies past his evading rival, missing him by a frustrating few inches. But these few missed inches are enough to slam DDD into the paper thin ringside mats! Riggs strides quickly towards the wreck of a man, sending stomp after stomp into his bruised midsection.

COACH
BALLLLIN!

COLE
You've run out of things to say haven't you?

COACH
Yep.

While the situation is dreadful for young Dragon, for the rest of his team, it's anything but. Ally Spezia has made her way to the top turnbuckle, where a weak and injured Dan Black lies in the center of her menacing glare.

“ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!”

ALIX
:headbang:

When her Skid Row impression comes to a finish, Alix rises to her lithe vertical base and prepares to crush Danny B with a swanton bomb. But a recovered Staci, Alix's earlier mistreatment fresh on her evil mind, shoves the tag team champion off the turnbuckle! Alix's body crunches into the stone solid canvas, her head snapping back awkwardly, evoking worried cries from the OAOAST fans. Staci gleefully watches the normally cheery champion hold her neck in obvious pain. Her face becomes flush with rage as he gruffly barks at her to “stand up, bitch.” She bends closer to Alix so that she can hear her even better. With every foul word spit rockets from her porous and insulting mouth, landing on Al's face, staining her soul with the essence of it's ire. Staci then grabs a fistful of her vibrant hair and brings her to her feet, trying to yank strands of the brown as chocolate locks from her scalp. Once Alix is fully upright , Miss Robert flings her towards a waiting Tony Brannigan, assured that The Body will leave her a crippled wreck. Tony does his best to fulfill Staci's desire, obliterating Alix with an [b]Out of Body Experience[/b]!!!

“BOOOOOO!”

COACH
That move has put away so many wrestlers over the years!

One would think that everything is coming up roses in the land of Tony Brannigan. Bodies strewn across the ringside area, and no lethal opposition for miles. However the person who thinks that probably doesn't have Krista's shoe jammed into their testicles like Tony does.  The San Antonian hollers out in anguish as he totters back and forth, rendered unable to take advantage of the devastation he's wrought. All he can do is stand helplessly, paralyzed by testicular torture, as Krista pulverizes him with the [b]Elizabeth, I'm coming to join ya, honey! It's the big one![/b] for the second time this match. She grabs onto Tony's chunky leg for the pin, and Buzzlefoxer, who had been taking a nap for the previous ten minutes, wakes up long enough to count the pin!

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The beautiful Miss Robert breaks up the pin with a stomp, generating a torrent of heel heat from the audience and from Krista. While the audience can't do much more then boo and jeer, Krista is fully capable of getting physical with the meddlesome valet. And get physical she does, advancing on a retreating Staci and spearing her to the ground!  The brawling ladies furiously roll themselves to the  outside, where front row fans eager to memorialize the smoking hot brawl decorate the landscape with white flashes of their camera phones.

Meanwhile in the ring, Dan Black is the latest grappler to try his luck on the top turnbuckle. But he meets with the same distressing results as his fellow competitors, thanks to meddling from Jock Mulligan! The Texas Twister lifts a panic stricken Black off the ropes and into a gorilla press position. The carnage thirsty observers holler with anticipation for what terrible fate Baron is about to meet. They certainly aren't let down in the least, as Jock  heaves Black out of the ring so easily that it's as if the man weighed as much as a blue jay's feather!

COLE
Did you see the way Dan Black just got tossed out of the ring?

Big Frank certainly saw it, and makes strides towards Mulligan to inflict a violent stroke of retribution. But his advance is intercepted by Alix who cuts the massive ruffian down with a missle dropkick! Big Frank timbers to the canvas like a redwood chopped down in a Northern Californian forest. However he's spared further physical torment, as Alix has directed her short attention span on an incoming Uber Bruiser. Before he can launch a single attack she overwhelms him with knee to the gut, then quickly sucks him in a front facelock. The bubbly cutie then twirls both their bodies around in nauseating fashion. Upon completing her 360 rotation, she falls backwards, torpedoing Uber's neck into the ring with the ultra deadly [b]SUCKER FREE DDT[/B]! The crowd expunges a wealth of cheers in response to Alix's signature move, as she goes for a deciding pinfall.

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James Riggs destroys the pin by bringing a steel chair down onto Alix's back!

“YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” scream the audience, some of which start to hurl garbage and debris into the ring.

COLE
Darn it, Clem! Are you blind?

CLEM
Yes. :(

Riggs turns his weapon of mass destruction onto The Texas Twister, salivating over the prospects of ending the man's career with one mighty swing. But Mulligan launches his own deadly missile in the form of a [b]Bandit Kick[/b] that rebounds the oncoming weapon into Riggs' face!  JR plunges to the canvas, staring up at the bright ceiling lights, his unseeing eyes glazed over and wide open. Mulligan lays his frame across Riggs' trim body for a lateral press. Buzzlefoxer makes the count!

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Broken up by Tony Brannigan!

“BOOOOO!”

Mulligan launches a strong overhand left that connects with Tony's nose, initiating a flurry of punches from the rugged grappler. However this spurt of offense from Jock is abruptly terminated by a left cross from Brannigan that cracks across his orbital socket. Now Jock is left on the defensive as the strongman applies a tight front waistlock. He bends his knees for leverage as he begins the makings of a belly to belly suplex. However he can't quite acquire a secure grip around Jock's baby oil soaked body, thus he executes a standing switch, thinking he'll have more luck with a German Suplex.  Mulligan attempts to shatter the hold with a fierce elbow to Tony's skull, but the former world champion frees his rival before the move can even connect. He spins an out of kilter Mulligan around and nearly drives him through the ring with an earth shaking [b]Out of Body Experience[/b]! Mulligan's body is drained of any sort of life and looks broken beyond repair. 

COACH
It's over! It's over!

Not if DDD has anything to say about it! He sneaks up behind Brannigan and hooks his arms between his, then begins to awkwardly contort and twist the alarmed pugilist's body. Finally Dragon sits out and crunches his foe into the canvas with a [b]Newbie Killer[/b] (Vertebreaker)!

COLE
Now it's over!

Rather then go for the logical pin, Dragon starts to convey his thoughts, hopes, dreams and opinions through the medium of contemporary dance, whipping the already overexcited audience into a further frenzy. But their joyouys mood quickly turns sour, when James Riggs sneaks behind Triple D, and stabs his steel chair into his leg. Dragon's leg buckles beneath him, and he emits an animalistic cry that scarcely sounds human. His problems continue to mount when Riggs hooks his upper arm, pulls it behind his back, and applies a vast amount of pressure to his shoulder, all while cinching in a crossface!

COACH
There's the crossface chicken wing, James Riggs' finisher! [i]Now[/i] it's really over, Cole!

Dragon lets out a strangled noise of pain that's barely heard over the crowd's appeals not to tap out. He claws at the canvas with his one free arm and futilely reaches for the ropes. But it's to no avail, as not even Gumby could stretch far enough to close the distance between he and the cables. But he doesn't give up, he continues reaching for the ropes, in spite of the fact that Riggs is wrenching back further and further. Dragon looks out across the landscape, waiting for one of his team to stage a rescue attempt. But with no savior on the horizon and no way to get to the ropes, Dance Dance Dragon has no choice but to [b]tap out[/b]!

“[b]BOOOOOOO![/b]”

The bumping funk of [i]Dani California[/i] returns to the audio forefront as the time keeper rings the bell signifying Riggs' impressive victory.

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The winners, Black T, The Sooner Bruisers and James Riggs!

COLE
What a match, what a match. A great performance by all ten people, and even eleven if you count Staci's involvement. But at Anglepalooza it will be a straight tag title match between Chicks Over Dicks and The Bruisers for the tag team titles. And Dan Black, Tony Brannigan, and James Riggs will be in the Lethal Rumble. I think Riggs has some momentum heading into the rumble with this win tonight.

Riggs departs the squared circle, with arms raised and contemptuous smile taking shape on his handsome face. He falls into the loving arms of his battle weary girlfriend, and soon his fractured teammates join his side, congratulating him on securing the win for their unit. Meanwhile back in the ring, Alix and The Gunslingers check on the wounded Dragon, while Krista leans over the ropes, challenging all six members of the heel team to a brawl. They of course reject her invitation, instead backing up the ramp, belittling and taunting the losing team.