HD: O'Hara/Bo vs. SCM

[King Cucaracha 0]

Back from the break and we're treated to a wide shot of the ring, the Houston crowd busy booing The South Central Militia as they stand in centre stage.

COLE
Welcome back to HeldDOWN~! and during the break, Vincent Santana and Marcellus Wallace made their way out and after what we saw earlier, I guess we're going to get some impromptu tag team action. The Militia, who pulled off the biggest upset of the year when they won the Tag Team Titles a few weeks ago...

COACH
Upset!? No no, the only upset was caused by AngleSault when he restarted the match and cost them the titles.

COLE
And gave them the shortest Tag Team Title reign in history, yes. The very same South Central Militia who jumped Bohemoth backstage and tried to take the 24/7 Championship as some sort of consolation prize earlier tonight, only for Jamie O'Hara to kinda get in everyone's way. And now, The SCM have apparantly given up on their title pursuit, in order to just kick some ass.

Vinny and Moe wait impatiently, not surprising considering they've been waiting all through the commercials with only 3 AngleMania promo videos and an advert for Alex Maria Spezia's Sweeties playing on the AngleTron to pass the time.

BUFFER
Ladies and gentlemen, this following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! In the ring, from South Central L.A... weighing in at a total combined weight of four hundred, sixty pounds. The former OAOAST World Tag Team Champions... MARCELLUS "ONE EYE" WALLACE... VINCENT "WHITEY" FORD... THE SOUTH CENTRAL MILLLIIITTIIIIIAAAAAA!!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Buffer gets a murderous look on the word 'former', but besides that The Militia barely break their gaze down the aisle...


"OOOOOOOOIIIIIIII!"

As finally the block rocking beats of "Fix Up, Look Sharp" by Dizzee Rascal pound through the arena. And still stewing from earlier, Jamie O'Hara strides down the aisle, talking smack in the general direction of no-one in particular. O'Hara strides down the aisle and tries to jump into the ring, but The SCM advance on him as he reaches the apron, giving him some second thoughts.

BUFFER
And introducing their opponents! First, from Birmingham, England... weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds... "THE BIRMINGHAM BAD BOY" JJJAAAAAAAMMMMMIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE OOOOOO'HHHHHHAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAA!!!

"YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

COLE
Not the first time O'Hara's mouth has got him into a battle. Although, when he took exception to Bohemoth's claim that he's going to win that Money In The Bank Battle Royal, I doubt he'd have expected to be suddenly teaming with him a matter of minutes later.

COACH
And saving his title.

COLE
Yeah, that too.


*BbwWbAhmotherfuckerLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!*

"YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

The sliding doors part again and after a quick costume change, Bo is dressed for the fight, out of the suit and into his ring gear. Of course, O'Hara's gear is pretty much universal. Stopping at the top of the ramp, Bohemoth lowers his orange-tinted sunglasses and glares down at The South Central Militia daring him on, before marching coolly down the aisle.

BUFFER
And his partner! From Greenville, South Carolina... weighing two hundred and eighty four pounds... the reigning OAOAST 24/7 Champion... "THE METEROSEXUAL MONSTER"... BBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - HHHHHEEEEEEEEEMMMOOOOOOOOTTHHHHHH!!!!!

"YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

COLE
Well, Bohemoth said it himself, he'll be in the Money In The Bank Battle Royal at AngleMania VI. And you wouldn't bet against him winning it...

COACH
Unless you're Jamie O'Hara.

Bo jogs right on up the steps and The South Central Militia stand their ground as he enters the ring, handing his 24/7 Title to referee Nick Patrick and slowly removing the shades. Unfortunately, his partner doesn't quite share his cool approach and rushes headlong into the ring, tackling into Vinny and Moe in unison, forcing Bo to quickly wade in before the bell as well!

COACH
It's breaking down already!


*DINGDINGDING!*

Taking Marcellus out of the equation, Bo follows One Eye into a corner with some right hands. Which leaves O'Hara scrapping with Santana, the two somewhat scrawny halves of the respective teams showing no finesse with some wild punches and elbows. Eventually Vinny pushes O'Hara off of him and both men scramble to their feet, O'Hara charging at and underneath Vinny's elbow attempt. Off the ropes, O'Hara again sweeps underneath Santana's attempted strike and comes off the far ropes, leaping up and catching Vincent in the shoulder with a Busaiku Knee Attack! The force sends Vinny spinning to the canvas and quickly out of the ring. Meanwhile, Bo motions for his makeshift partner to move out of the way as he whips Marcellous out of the corner, straight into the opposite one. Bo makes to follow in but thinks again as he sees O'Hara, calling him over and instead whipping O'Hara in. The Birmingham Bad Boy lands a clothesline on Moe, not doing too much damage...



...but Bohemoth's follow up clothesline certainly does, CRUSHING Marcellus in the buckles!

COLE
A little bit of teamwork. Infact, these two have actually teamed before. They were even stablemates as part of The Upstarts not so long ago.

COACH
Nobody remembers that, stat geek. Get a real job.

Marcellus collapses in the turnbuckles as referee Nick Patrick tries to restore some order, getting one man in and one man out. That one man out ends up being Bohemoth, as O'Hara ignores the ref and starts to choke One Eye with the flat of his Nikey trainer.

"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THREE!"
"FOUR!"
"FI..."

O'HARA
AI'IGHT, EASY GEEZER, EASY!

The rather unique attempts to calm the referee down seem to work, Patrick too confused by the uneducated British drawl to issue a warning. He just watches on as O'Hara struggles to pull Marcellus to his feet. Struggles and fails, as One Eye shrugs him away. O'Hara runs right back in with a couple more stomps and tries again to pull One Eye up by the hair. Moe doesn't appreciate the roughing of his 'do though and again shoves O'Hara away, this time forcefully enough to send O'Hara tumbling backwards. Rolling through to his feet, the plucky Brit tries again to attack. However this time Marcellus is waiting and comes out low with a Spear which cuts the hundred seventy pounder right off his feet!

"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

The back of Jamie's head bounces violently off the canvas and down he stays, as Marcellus climbs to his feet, growling under his breath as he tags Vinny into the match.

COLE
The newly svelt Vincent Santana in. Down to two hundred ten, so I understand.

COACH
But still as tough as ever. And still POed after that 'experience' with Chicks Over Dicks at Syndicated, as I'm sure Jamie O'Hara is about to find out.

Striding across the ring, Santana lands a firm boot to the back of the head. And a second. Vinny then drags O'Hara up by his baggy vest top, taking hold of the head and simply throwing him back down with another whiplashing landing on the back of the head.

VINNY
WHASSUP NOW!?

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

COLE
Have you noticed how many of the roster talk 'street'. It says quite a bit about our hiring policy, doesn't it?

COACH
Word, yo.

Dragging O'Hara up again Vinny executes a simple scoop and a slam beside the ropes, before exiting to the apron. Gripping the top rope with both hands he then sets and propells himself back in... with the HÍLO! Vinny isn't done yet though as he rolls right on through to his feet, hitting the far ropes and dropping a running legdrop across the throat. Cover...


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O'Hara grabs the bottom rope.

As Marcellus kicks O'Hara's hand off the bottom rope and yells at him to "fight like a man", Santana brings him back up to his feet again. A forearm stuns Jamie against the ropes and sets him up for an irish whip, a knockdown with a back elbow the fate awaiting him. Taking a moment to taunt Bohemoth on the apron, Vinny then places a foot on O'Hara's chest and demands the referee count...

COLE
Oh come on...


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2...

No!

COLE
That type of cover just isn't going to get the job done.

Tag is made and Marcellus comes back in, combining with his fellow South Central native with a double irish whip. O'Hara gets flung back and a double shoulderblock puts him down with barely any need for effort from the Militia. Vinny pops his imaginary collar in the fallen SuperJay's direction, while Marcellus dares Bohemoth to come and help his partner out. Of course, Bo isn't going to fall for that ploy.


*SLAP!*

Even as Marcellus reaches down and slaps O'Hara across the chest, sending an echo around the arena!

COACH
That's just a jerk move right there, which is probably why it was so entertaining.

Moe is able to just toy with O'Hara now, paintbrushing him with the flat of his boot which is as much an insult as an offensive manoeuvre. Another paintbrush seems to rile Jamie up, fists clenched as he begins to climb off the canvas. Until the right arm comes CLUBBING down between his shoulder blades, knocking him right back onto his face.

COLE
The South Central Militia never famed for their artistic ability. They're all about straight ahead, smashmouth wrestling and it seems to be working right about now.

By the seat of his pants O'Hara is lifted back up before being pressed across the ring into the South Central Militia corner. As soon as he lands, O'Hara is clipped with a slap by Santana, referee Nick Patrick struggling to keep control of both men at once. Tag is made and Vinny is now legal. Which doesn't stop Marcellus from loitering a little longer, The Militia pulling O'Hara out of their corner by his wrists, extending him to arms length before YANKING him right back in! The buckles whiplash O'Hara right back out, a word being used a lot and having a lot of effect on Jamie O'Hara so far.

"JAY - MEE!"
"JAY - MEE!"
"JAY - MEE!"
"JAY - MEE!"

As the crowd rally behind Jaymee... uh, 'Jamie'... he's rolled onto his back and pinned down for the cover...


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...but kicks out!

COLE
O'Hara showing some fight here.

COACH
Yeah, but that's just playing into Vinny and Moe's hands. They like beatin' on people, but they especially like it when those people try and fight back, because it just means all the more fun to be had. They'd happily beat on Jamie all night if he lets them.

Which is clear to all of Houston, Texas right now as Vinny simply mounts O'Hara and starts to pepper him with right hands. Referee Nick Patrick tries to lay in a five count, but when that doesn't seem to work he tries to drag Vinny off himself instead, which doesn't earn him any 'cred' with The SCM. Exchanging an angry glare with the referee, Santana loads O'Hara up with another irish whip, ducking his head ready for a backbody drop. But he ducks to earlier and O'Hara is able to plant his hands on the back, using his momentum to float over and land safely on his feet!

"YYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!"

Vinny starts to wonder why there was no loud thud accompanying his backdrop and slowly turns around, O'Hara waiting on him with a Standing Dropkick!

COLE
I think he's tired of being beaten on Coach!

Back to his feet first Santana goes for O'Hara again. But again O'Hara springs up with a Dropkick, managing to land on all fours this time!

COLE
O'Hara's mounting a comeback right here! He just needs to make the tag!

One more time Vinny beats O'Hara to his feet but one more time O'Hara is ready, launching himself up...



...and MISSING the dropkick, going to the proverbial well once too often in a row! After a jarring landing Jamie stumbles back to his feet, a boot to the gut making his base even more unsteady. And as he doubles over in pain, Santana runs the ropes, bringing down the axe across the back of the head and dropping The Birmingham Bad Boy face-first in the process!!

"OOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

COLE
Vicious Scissors Kick from Vincent Santana! Right to the back of the head, that may be all!

Vinny flips O'Hara onto his back and hooks the leg tight...


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NO!

"YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

Santana and Wallace quickly threaten the referee, but he stays firm, only a two count. So, cussing up a storm, Santana slaps his forearm and calls for the end.

COACH
Drive-By time!

COLE
Vincent Santana, looking to use that surgically implanted metal plate in his forearm to his advantage. You'd think the officials would have learnt with Luger, but I guess not.

As O'Hara struggles to his feet Vinny begins to rev up, winding the arm up as if teasing the crowd about what's coming. Then, once he's sure his opponent is on his way up, Vinny makes for the ropes. Doing a 180 doesn't seem to be about to help O'Hara, unaware of where his opponent is until the very last second, when the metal enhanced forearm comes flying at him and...


...DUCKED! Still in the moment Santana does a quick u-turn and tries again. But this time O'Hara is aware of what's coming early enough to do more than just counter, leaping up and snaring Santana's head by the legs, pulling him over with a quick Hurricanrana!!

COLE
O'Hara evades the Drive-By! But he still needs to tag, can he get over to Bohemoth here?

Unfortunately for The Birmingham Bad Boy he ends up the wrong side of the ring to get to his partner quickly, pulling himself up right in front of Marcellus Wallace. Big One Eye decides he has to take over for his partner and enters the ring, looking to take O'Hara's head off. The Brit manages to duck the wild swing though and goes for a boot... but gets CAUGHT! Marcellus holds O'Hara by the ankle and laughs it up his expense, as O'Hara tries in vain to reach him with some punches. It's not going to happen though, O'Hara at Moe's mercy as he yanks the leg upwards, flipping O'Hara inside out...



...and he moonsaults onto his feet, only to lose his footing and go stumbling backwards...




...ALL THE WAY INTO HIS CORNER! TAG TO BOHEMOTH!!

"YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

COLE
By luck or by judgement, there's the tag and here comes the 24/7 Champion!!

By the time Moe has realised what's happened he's already in the firing line, the fresh 24/7 Champion running in and knocking him down with a clothesline! Back to his feet comes Vinny, but he gets a clothesline too! And another clothesline for Marcellus! Bohemoth, cleaning house! Dis-orientated, Santana makes it back to his feet and dusts himself down, as The Meterosexual Monster lies in wait. Little does Whitey know what's waiting for him as he turns around, picking up some pace as he sees Bo set...



*WHAM!*


COLE
SPINEBUSTAAAAAAHHHHHHHH~!

Santana gets drilled, clean in the middle of the ring. And that might be it, if not for Marcellus Wallace jumping Bohemoth from behind!

COLE
Now, both members of the South Central Militia are in. It may take both of them to put Bohemoth down. And that's just if they're lucky!

Clubbing away with forearms Marcellus tries to beat some of the fight out of Bohemoth, beating him into the ropes and trying to send him for the ride. Bo reverses the whip though and it's Marcellus who hits the ropes, scooped up on the rebound and Powerslammed to the canvas! The 24/7 Champion pops right back to his feet and looks around the Houston crowd, eyes wide as he comes to a stop.

Thumbs Up. 


THUMBS DOWN~!

COLE
This does not look good for The South Central Militia!

COACH
No kidding.

Bohemoth stalks behind Marcellus now and waits for him to get back up. Slowly One Eye does just that, turning around and finding himself scooped right back up into the arms of The Epitome Of Masculinity with just as much ease as the first time. Bohemoth carries the 250 pounder around like he was nothing, picking his spot before swinging him around...

...out...



...NO! Vincent Santana lunges in from behind and catches Bohemoth in the back of the head with his forearm!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

COLE
I think that was the metal plate! He got him right in the back of the head with that surgically enhanced forearm, Bohemoth might be out cold!

Realising he's the legal man, Vinny quickly scrambles back over and forces Bohemoth over onto his back, slumping on top with something resembling a cover...


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SAVE BY O'HARA!!!

"YYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

COLE
I think he would have had him, if not for Jamie O'Hara breaking the count!

COACH
No question about it. The South Central Militia had the match won!

First to meet O'Hara comes Marcellus, a forearm fending him off and allowing Jamie to jack him with a quick Jawbreaker! That does his weakened neck little good though. And it leaves him wide open as Vinny climbs back to his feet, cutting O'Hara down with a clothesline to leave him the only man standing. Falling to one knee briefly, Santana shakes out the cobwebs before cocking the forearm again and measuring Bohemoth, as he slowly begins to crawl to his feet.

"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"

Slowly Bo reaches his feet, at which point Santana makes his intentions very clear with a shout of "DRIVE-BY, BITCHES!" Off the ropes he comes and with the forearm loaded he charges back, aiming for the front of the groggy 24/7 Champion's head this time...



...and he gets caught! Bohemoth ducks the forearm and locks it up with a Cobra Clutch. Santana begins to thrash around but the chokeout is the least of his problems, as Bohemoth then jerks him off his feet and brings him DOWN ACROSS THE KNEE with the Cobra Clutch Backbreaker!!

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

COLE
Style Injection! He folded Santana in half!!

'Whitey' writhes on the canvas, as Bohemoth stands over him. No longer cool, calm or collected, Bo seethes under his breath, still looking a little woozy as he looks into the fans.

Thumbs Up. 

THUMBS DOWN~!

COLE
Well, not many people escape two thumbs down, but four?

After a quick detour, in order to clothesline Marcellus Wallace and send him spiralling to the outside, Bohemoth then turns back to Santana, who by this time has labouriously managed to get back to his knees. Which isn't good enough for the 24/7 Champion, scooping Vinny up into his arms and parading him briefly, before swinging him around...

...out...


...and DOWN~!

"YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

COLE
Erotic Awakening Of B!!

As O'Hara keeps guard, Bo makes the pin...


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3!!!!

And that's all (s)he wrote!

*DINGDINGDING!*

BUFFER
Your winners of the match... the team of JAMIE O'HARA and the OAOAST 24/7 Champion... BBOOOOO - HHEEEEEEMMOOOOOTTHHHH!!!

"YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Bohemoth pushes back to his feet and smirks down at Santana, his arm raised in victory by Nick Patrick. A hand suddenly slaps him on the back though and he turns around to see Jamie O'Hara standing in front of him, saying something which isn't quite audible over the sounds of "Liberate".

COLE
Jamie O'Hara and Bohemoth, 2 and 0 as a tag team even if the first one was about a year and a half ago.

COACH
And it might be another year and a half before they team again.

COLE
Well, they had words earlier. And... I can't tell if Jamie O'Hara is congratulating the 24/7 Champion or badmouthing him.

As the 'discussion' goes on between the victors, O'Hara seems to be getting more and more animated. Bo just looks at him at first, but pretty soon fingers are being pointed. Until, from out of nowhere, Bohemoth has had enough and BOOTS O'HARA IN THE GUT!! As if on cue the music cuts, as Bohemoth quickly grabs Jamie by the head, the seat of his pants, runs him across the ring and sends him flying, over the top rope and to the arena floor!!

"YYEEEEEEAAAAAAH - BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Liberate" strikes up again as O'Hara lies in a heap on the floor, Bohemoth barely showing any emotion either way as he takes his 24/7 Championship and walks off.

COLE
Well, if that's not a clear message, I don't know what is. Bohemoth is going to the Money In The Bank Battle Royal at AngleMania VI. And he intends to do to 19 other men exactly what he just did to his quote-un-quote 'tag team partner' tonight- throw them right over the top and to the floor, until he's got his name on that guaranteed contract at an OAOAST World Title shot.

COACH
And he might just do it. But it's not going to be as easy as taking a beaten up hundred, seventy pounder and throwing him over the top when they're not expecting it. There's gonna be plenty more guys to contend with, bigger guys, hungry guys, guys who see that man as a big threat.

Bohemoth strides off down the aisle as we cut back to ringside and Jamie O'Hara, sitting up and nursing a cut lip. The Birmingham Bad Boy glares at the AngleTron as Bohemoth walks away, wiping the blood from his lip and nodding his head.