Tony149 0 Report post Posted March 1, 2007 (edited) You break the laws You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all Come on come on, lovin' for the money Come on come on, listen to the Money talk Come on come on, lovin' for the money Come on come on, listen to the Money talk Money talks The sliding doors open and out walk the Beverly Hills Blonds and CPA, led to the ring by Mackenzie DeCenzo. Though a participant in the upcoming bout CPA still performs his security duties, intimidating those who wish to touch any member of the Enterprise or photograph them. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the OAOAST Six-Man Tag Team championship! Introducing first, the challengers! Accompanied by the Chief Financial Officer of The Enterprise MACKENZIE DECENZO...total combine weight 725 pounds, here are CHRISTOPHER PATRICK ALLEN, otherwise known as C-P-A, and THE BEVERLY HILLS BBLLLLLLOOOOOONNDDSSSSSS!!! COACH Somewhere Theodore Moneymaker is smiling down on his associates. First he and Christian Wright are victorious in the Anderson Cup Finals, thus earning a trip to AngleMania and a shot at the World tag team championship held by Chicks Over Dicks, now tonight they get to watch as the Blonds and CPA capture the World 6-man tag titles. COLE They haven't won anything yet, Coach. I mean, we don't even know how good a wrestler CPA is. COACH Exactly. He's NOT a wrestler, baby boy. CPA specializes in beating people up. Why grab a headlock when you can rip the other guy's head off his shoulders? BUFFER And their opponents! Come on God, Answer Me. For Years, I've Been Asking You Why? Why are the Innocent Dead and the Guilty Alive? Where is Justice? Where is Punishment? BUFFER The reigning and defending World 6-Man Tag Team Champions of the Woooooorld, CHARLIE MOSS, QUENTIN BENJAMIN...AMERICA'S TEAM...and from Victoria, Minnesota...BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROCK AUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Through the billowing smoke appear the champions. First Brock Ausstin, in HAPPY HAPPY HOSS DANCE~! mode, followed by America's Team. Or Have You Already Answered? Have You Already Said to the World, Here is Justice. Here is Punishment. Here.... In Me. Pyro BLASTS from all 4 ringposts as Brock leaps onto the ring apron from the arena floor. Moss and Benjamin, however, prefer the traditional way inside the squared circle, stepping through the ropes and high-fiving their hoss dancing partner. COLE I tell you Coach, if I were to build a promotion around one wrestler I'd pick any one of these three studs. They're young, they're athletic, and most importantly, they're good character guys. Excellent role models for the youngsters watching at home. COACH No arugement from me. Brock and America's Team are three of the OAOAST's best. Their battles with Alfdogg and Team Canada, whom they defeated for the titles late last year, are a thing of legend. The Enterprise representives hold a last minute conference call, with Mackenzie peeking over at the champs corner in case they give the Blonds and CPA an opening to attack, but Brock and America's Team weren't born yesterday, they remain on-guard until Ned Blanchard and CPA step out on the apron. * DINGDINGDING * Brock and Charlie exit as the bell sounds, leaving Quentin Benjamin alone with Simon Singleton, who approaches the former collegiate wrestling champion with a :D on his face and offers a handshake. Suspicious of his motivates Benjamin cautiously accepts and readies for the cheapshot, but Simon really did just want to shake hands, as he simply walks away. COACH What sportsmanship on the part of Simon Singleton, huh, Mikey? You and people like Tony Schiavone love to jump on him and Ned for being arrogant and self-centered... COLE They are! COACH Are you blind or just stupid? He shook Quentin's hand and wished him well. Other men would've taken the opportunity to sucker punch their opponent, not Simon Singleton. He's a role model in my eyes. Benjamin and Singleton circle around before locking up mid-ring, and it's Quentin who gains the upper hand with a crisp armdrag. Impressed, Simon once again extends his hand to Benjamin, but good sportsmanship is the furtherest thing on his mind. Singleton directs a kick to Benjamin's midsection...but Quentin blocks it, spins Simon around and delivers an atomic drop! Without hesitation Quentin drops Simon with a running leg lariat. The cover! ONE... TW-- KICKOUT! Simon immediately rolls to his corner and signals for a time out, then tags Ned Blanchard. But the Handsome Hustler wants no part of Quentin Benjamin, asking for Charlie Moss instead. The Minneapolis native has no problem with that and accepts Benjamin's tag. He and Blanchard tie-up and, as his partner did, Moss successfully utilizes an armdrag to take his opponent over. Ned hurries up and rushes into a hip toss, then a standing dropkick. Blanchard refuses to stay down and goes right back at Moss, driving the knee into the gut before hammering away. Charlie is whipped into the ropes and decked by a swinging back elbow. Then off the near side Blanchard looks to plant the point of the elbow into the sternum...but Moss moves and places a reeling Ned Blanchard in an arm-wringer. The tag is made to Quentin Benjamin and he drops an elbow down onto the outstretched arm of the Handsome Hustler. Blanchard remains poised and rakes the eyes. Irish whip on the way, but Benjamin counters as Moss makes the blind tag and the duo almost bodydrop Ned out of the ring! The mighty Brock Ausstin enters and gets a jump start on spring cleaning, clotheslining Blanchard outside. Simon objects to the triple-teaming and steps in to do something about it, but America's Team hip toss him on the way in and double dropkick CPA before he even has a chance to set foot inside! COLE The champions in complete control early in this title bout live on TSM. COACH A match isn't won or lost in the first 5 minutes of a match. COLE Unless you're Bobby Lashly. COACH :huh: COLE You were saying? COACH I forgot thanks to you. Having regrouped on the floor, the Blonds and Mackie agree to send in their big gun, CPA. America's Team counter with their own heavy hitter, Brock Ausstin. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" COLE Power vs. power here. Brock Ausstin and CPA. It'll be our first look at Christopher Patrick Allen, the Enterprise's Director of Security as I'm told, and I'm anixous to see how he'll fare in his first outing in a OAOAST ring, or any ring in the world for that matter. CPA and Brock stand eye-to-eye and nose-to-nose, both about the same height and weight. They exchange 'pleasantries' and shoves, resulting in a mini last man standing match as both try to knock the other off their feet with shoulder tackles. Neither man budges so they move on to the time tested and parent approved Grecko-Roman knucklelock to test their strength. Brock and CPA prove to be equals in just about every category except the experience department, as Brock goes under and wrings the arm, but CPA retaliates with a brutal clothesline that flats the Current Big Thing! COACH There aren't many people in the world who can say they've knocked Brock Ausstin off his feet with one blow, but CPA is one of them. I felt that one all the way from Sofa Central. ONE... KICKOUT! COLE You know that's Brock's way of saying is that all you got, kicking out at one. Similar to how a football player quickly gets up following a big hit. Brock isn't getting up here, at least not by himself. CPA helps him to his feet and unloads with heavy right hands. Sent in for the ride Ausstin reverses the Irish whip and snaps the Enterprise Director of Security over on the rebound with a POWERSLAM! ONE... TWO... And only two. Brock spots Simon climbing to the top and decides to help him on the landing, catching the blond in midair and suplexing him overhead belly-to-belly style across the ring! Woozy, Simon wanders to the wrong part of town, and the champions are sure to remind him of it as they each take turns rearranging his face with closed fists. Simon stumbles away from the corner only to find himself in the presence of Brock Ausstin, who lifts the 225 pounder overhead with ease and tosses him into Ned Blanchard! The fans cheers go silent once Ausstin is leveled by a CPA flying shoulderblock! MACKENZIE (clapping) :) COACH I just remembered what I was going to say before I was rudely interrupted earlier. It's not how you start, it's how you finish. You're supposed to be fair and balanced. The voice of the fans. COLE And fans hate the Enterprise. COACH I'm gonna no sell that smart-ass remark. We weren't even 5 minutes into the match and you were already handing it to Brock and America's Team. Now look at what's happened. The tide has turned. The Blonds and CPA are in control. But I appreciate you making me look like a genius, which I really am, by the way. CPA puts the boots to Brock and the Blonds join in as America's Team try to come to the aid of their partner. The Blonds atagonize America's Team while CPA executes a Ron Simmon-style SPINEBUSTER on the monsterous Brock Ausstin. Referee Nick Patrick finally notices the illegal activity and orders the Blonds out. Not for long. Within seconds they're back in, although Simon Singleton is now the legal man. Blanchard launches him off the top and down onto Brock for the cover! COLE Rocket Launcher! ONE... TWO... * THUD * Talk about kicking out with authority. The fans jump out of their seats in awe as Brock PRESSES Simon all the way over the top rope to the floor! COACH DAYUM~! MACKENZIE & NED :o :o Still in shock from what they just witnessed the Enterprise forget about Brock, enabling him to tag out. With the legal man possibly seriously injured the referee allows Ned Blanchard to assume Simon's role in the match. COACH Wait a minute. They're gonna let this go on 3-on-2? Don't you think Blanchard and CPA should be able to bring Teddy or CW in as a replacement if Simon is unable to continue? COLE No, it's a championship match. Let it go on for as long as it can. Excellent call by referee Nick Patrick. Quentin Benjamin takes Ned over in a side headlock, and he responds with a headscissor. Benjamin floats on top, which Blanchard answers by BRIDGING UP AND OUT, but has trouble bringing the Oregon standout down in a backslide. A struggle ensues as both jockey for position. Just when it appears Ned is about to gain the advantage Quentin flips over the top and ducks a clothesline, then grabs Blanchard in a rear waistlock as Charlie Moss enters...SUPERKICK-GERMAN SUPLEX COMBO! ONE... TWO... THR-- NO!! CPA stomps Quentin in the gut to breakup the pin. Irish whip to the buckle, and Benjamin backdrops Ned out of the corner. He takes to the air and clotheslines Blanchard from the top rope! ONE... TWO... And CPA saves the day again. As they've done so many times before, Moss and Benjamin tag. Forearm smashes rock the Handsome Hustler against the ropes. Moss shoots Ned in and gives him a taste of his own medicine, smashing the back of the elbow into the heart. Another quick tag made by America's Team, Benjamin swinging in and connecting with a slingshot legdrop! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Irish whip, but Ned reverses and Quentin goes charging toward the Enterprise corner, where SIMON SINGLETON yanks down the top rope, causing Benjamin to fall out to the floor! COLE Damnit, I completely forgot about Simon. He took a hard fall to the arena floor earlier and Quentin Benjamin just got his chance to experience it. COACH For all the flack the Blonds and the Enterprise receive, there's no denying their desire to win. They're motivated by money and we all know, in the words of Theodore Moneymaker, money breeds success. Simon takes up the fight while Ned earns a much deserved breather. Singleton uses his unique charm to draw Brock and Charlie inside, providing the diversion CPA needs to ram Quentin into the ringpost! COLE Aw, come on. There is no excuse for that. It's a championship wrestling match, not a street fight. We'll see that Sunday, April 1st at AngleMania VI. Rather than accept defeat and allow himself to be counted out so that his team can retain the titles, Quentin Benjamin shows the heart of a champion and pulls himself up on the apron. Proving he's smarter than your average blond, Simon lets CPA suplex Benjamin in to save the punishment on his own body. Yet he still wows the audience, in his mind at least, by having CPA slingshot him over the ropes and onto Quentin with a big splash! Nonchalant cover. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! The kickout is no big deal to Simon. He coolly slams Benjamin dead in the middle of the ring and heads up to the top, savoring the moment on his imaginary picture phone before dropping the big elbow...on nothing but canvas! COLE Quentin moved and is now in position to make the tag! Brock and Charlie are ready for it, meaning the tag. Benjamin scratches and claws his way to the corner, his hand extended as far as humanly possible. He nears the corner...as the referee goes to restrain CPA...AND MAKES THE TAG TO MOSS, but the referee didn't see it! "BULLSHIT!" "BULLSHIT!" "BULLSHIT!" The fans aren't the only ones irate so are Moss and Ausstin. A tag is made but it's by the Enterprise. CPA returns to action by slamming Benjamin in the corner and thrusting his shoulder repeatedly into the midsection. He then whips the Seattle native to the far corner and clotheslines him against the turnbuckles. But he goes to the well one too many times, displaying his inexperience, and runs into a big boot. Quentin quickly scales the buckles and hits a TOP ROPE BULLDOG!! ONE... TWO... THREE-- NO!!! COACH I won't lie to the world, Mikey. I thought he had him there. COLE Quentin Benjamin nearly pulled off the improbable. How crushing a loss that would've been for the Enterprise. To be in control one second and defeated the next. Now can Benjamin make the tag? I don't know how much more he has left. He's running on fumes. Quentin desperately tries to make the tag, but Simon wisely boxes him out to prevent any chance of a tag happening. Ned Blanchard replaces CPA as the legal man, smashing Benjamin face-first into the turnbuckle, then stomps a mudhole and walks it dry. Pleased with his performace the Handsome Hustler takes a swing at Charlie Moss, drawing him in to divert the referee's attention away from his corner where CPA works over Benjamin's body while Simon chokes him with the tag rope! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" As they've done many times before, the Beverly Hills Blonds tag. Double whip in...DOUBLE FEATURE FLAPJACK! Then Ned lifts his partner for an atomic drop and drops him on Benjamin, adding a fresh nex sexy twist to a golden oldie -- the legdrop. A move made famous by another blond, brother. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Tag made to CPA, who sole purpose is to hit a PILEDRIVER and tag Simon back in. Mackenzie directs the Blonds to opposite corner... COACH They're going for it all here. The Atomic Blond. ...but they're so concerned about sabotage from Moss and Ausstin that they mistime their leap, or lose their balance and CROTCH themself in Simon's case, and NED EATS CANVAS! COLE Oh, my! Did that ever backfire on the Blonds. Simon and Quentin race for the tag. Singleton the closer of the two and he makes the tag to CPA, followed by Benjamin to...BROCK AUSSTIN! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Both powerhouses meet up in the center of the ring and exchange haymakers. CPA the first to bend the rules, raking the eyes to set Brock for the HR Blockbuster (Dominator)...but it's countered with a backdrop and a huge clothesline! COLE I think the end may be near, Coach. COACH Oh, man. If he hits this you're probably right. "This" being the F-Stunner-5, but the Handsome Hustler crawls up behind Brock and delivers a LOW BLOW. Charlie Moss takes exception to that and with one punch knocks Blanchard out to the floor. Ned isn't the only one to go out, Moss does as well, blindsided by a Simon Singleton dropkick. That gives the Enterprise a 2-on-1 advantage...until Quentin Benjamin comes flying into view, sending Simon and himself tumbling over the top with a clothesline! COLE What action! Only in the OAOAST! Doubled over, Brock is left prone in the ring, and CPA capitalizes with a DDT! ONE... TWO... THREE!! COACH New champions! NO!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" That took the breath out of everyone in the arena. It was [i]thatclose[/i]. A melee ensues outside. The Blonds and America's Team slugging it out. Even Mackenzie gets involved, gouging Quentin's eyes. She goes to do the same to Charlie but is caught red-handed. Moss is about to give her a big wet one when CPA reaches through the ropes and grabs a handful of his hair. Blanchard and Singleton get their licks in as CPA holds Moss up for them. Suddenly, a FOOT comes between the Blonds and the head of CPA, catching him flush in the face! COLE Benjamin out of nowhere with the superkick! Quentin takes care of the Blonds with a DOUBLE COCONUT. Inside, Brock takes care of CPA, locking him in THE KATAHAJIME! COACH Choke! That's a chokehold! This isn't mixed martial arts, it's professional wrestling. Illegal in our sport! Within seconds CPA taps! * DINGDINGDING * "Punishment" by BIOHAZARD cues up, and America's Team join Brock inside where Nick Patrick awards them the titles and raises their hands in triumph. BUFFER Here are your winners and STILL 6-man tag team champions of the world...AMERICA'S TEAM and BROCK AUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! COACH Despite the outcome, CPA was impressive tonight. COLE I agree. And I don't blame him for tapping out at all. Have you seen the size of Brock's arms? Once he locks you in the Katahajime you either tap immediately or prepare to pass out. COACH How do you prepare to pass out?! And I love how you totally avoided calling the hold a choke. COLE You know, I don't have time to argue with you. The bottom line, ladies and gentlemen, Brock Ausstin and America's Team have successfully defended their World 6-man tag team championship. And we'll be back. Edited March 1, 2007 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
