King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted June 25, 2007 BUFFER The following six-person, intergender tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! "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" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "Money Talks" by AC/DC rocks through the Verizon Center as a sea of bodies emerge onto the patriotic stage. Leading the way come Mackenzie DeCenzo and the solemn-as-ever Jade Rodez, Mackenzie making all the grand gestures to flaunt the entrance of the first member of the team, Christian Wright. The Natural stops for a moment, setting down his briefcase in order to straighten out his tie and jacket before continuing on his way with Mackenzie. Close behind is Simon Singleton, lugging along his 'Siclopse' video camera and tripod and beaming from ear to ear for some reason, in spite of the boos and insults thrown his way from below. And bringing up the rear comes the muscle, Christopher Patrick Allen, carrying his 6-Man Tag Team Title belt in his hand. BUFFER One the way to the ring are team number one, representing THE ENTERPRISE! Accompanied to the ring by The Chief Financial Officer of The Enterprise, MACKENZIE DECENZO... and, Ms. JADE RODEZ. (crowd boos) First, they comprise two of the three thirds of the OAOAST World 6-Man Tag Team Champions! From 'The Collection Agency', he weighs two hundred, eighty pounds... CHRISTOPHER PATRICK AAAALLLEEEEEENN!! His partner, hailing from Beverly Hills, California. Two hundred, twenty five pounds... this is "THE VIDEO VOYEUR", one half of the Beverly Hills Blonds, SIMON SSSIIIIIIINNGGLLEEETTOOOONN!! And, rounding out the team. Now residing in Washington, DC... *cheap pop* BUFFER ...but, [i]originally[/i] from Raleigh, North Carolina... *cheap heel heat!* BUFFER ...he is The Financial Analyst for The Enterprise. Weighing in at 8 1/3 bars of gold! He is "THE NATURAL"... CHRISTIAN... WWWRRRRIIIIIIIGGHHHTT!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The Enterprise trio have made their way into the ring by now, watched on by the Siclopse which takes pride of place on the rampway. COLE Two-thirds of the 6-Man Tag Team Champions, conveniently enough missing the third member of their team for tonight. This match was originally scheduled to be Krista Isadora Duncan and D*LUX challenging for the titles against The Beverly Hills Blonds and CPA. However, some political 'manouevering' from Enterprise CEO Theodore Moneymaker got the line-up changed a couple of weeks ago, so this will be a non-title match. But, plenty of history to this match nonetheless. Especially after what we saw just last week... [QUOTE=LAST THURSDAY ON HELDDOWN~!] Snarling in primal rage, Krissy springs forward with weapon raised to level the fatal blow. Unfortunately, while the blow may prove devastating, it's harsh affects won't be felt by Simon. Rather it's Jade Rodez, apparently hit by Krista's back swing, who emits chilling roars of torture as she falls into the canvas. Bright blond hair spills in front of her bonelessly limp body, shielding the terrible damage Krista's inadvertent attack must've caused from the camera. The fans, previously enraptured by Krista's femme fatale antics, are deadly silent at the sight of Jade's wounded condition. COLE Oh god. I..I..think...Jade getting struck right in the head with that field hockey stick.... COACH That's the second week in a row these morons., who think they're operating in Jade's best interest, have let their temper get the best of them, and she gets hurt because of it. Way to go! Krista is overcome by an immeasurable amount of sorrow and guilt. Distraught tears well in the corner of her blue eyes, as she observes the horrific damage she's brought onto her former protege. She drops to her knees, frantically using her decent medical knowledge to try and will Jade back to health. Her usually sarcastic mouth now pours out river of apologies and regrets towards her lost friend. In her moment of greatest weakness, the serpent bites the hardest. The impact of Wright's chair shot against her back is a blast of white fire. A few seconds later there is another impact against her back, that is the guard rail, and the room turns upside down, and she falls towards the ceiling, but not really, of course: it simply feels that way because Wright has thrown her over the guard rail and she's falling head first to the floor, and neither her arms nor legs seem to want to make the landing easy on her. Thus she splats on the floor, the considerable pain in her body, preventing her from noticing that through the bars, Jade is rising to her feet, looking as though the catastrophic accident never occurred. COLE Wait a second... While Cole may like to pontificate over Jade's quick recovery, he's forced to pay attention towards an outraged Shayne Brave sinking his hooks into Krista's assailant with a piggyback sleeper. Yet his act of retribution doesn't last long, before the suddenly proactive Jade pulls him off her stable mate. Brave is left in a state of disbelief over her defense of Wright, and demands that she comes to her senses and leave these “animals to their cages”. Whatever her answer to his order is, he's not conscious to hear it as CPA and Singleton decimate him with a double lariat. Their limbs cross at his throat, sniping him like scissors, and letting him casually sink to the mat like a discarded piece of paper. “BOOOOOO!” Security floods the scene of the crime, wishing to avoid a repeat of last week. Thankfully, The Enterprise retreats without hassle, walking up the ramp with hands raised, and mouthes smiling. Even Jade looks pleased with her role in the proceedings, and shows little signs of injury or affliction.[/QUOTE] We cut back to live action, directly to Jade Rodez, who stares down the aisle with an almost vacant expression. COLE And, I still cannot believe the temerity of that young girl. To exploit what happened to her two weeks ago with her brother in that way was downright wrong. Whatever sympathy she held before, she really threw back in everyone's faces. COACH Now, hold up a second. I've done my job as a broadcast journalist, instead of just jumping to conclusions and I actually talked to Mr. Moneymaker earlier today. He told me that there's no suggestion that Jade was 'faking' anything on Thursday night. Jade was checked out by Mr. Moneymaker's personal doctor that night and he diagnosed a stress-related mental condition. The moment Jade saw that hockey stick coming at her, she had a flashback to that dreadful moment her own brother tried to decapitate her with a chair on live TV, she blacked out, fainted. She's in a very fragile condition. So, ease up cous'. COLE Obviously, she's not in a bad enough condition to miss being at ringside tonight. COACH It's what you sappy commentators call 'heart' Mikey. And she's got PLENTY of it. COLE Yeah, I think I overheard Ned saying something along those lines about her the other day. As the song you're most likely to hear if you turn your radio on right now, even if it's tuned to some sort of classical music station or something, "Makes Me Wonder" by Maroon 5 plays, the fans erupt as D*LUX make their way out onto the stage. Shayne finds the time to salute the mass of D*LUX fans on his side of the stage, Tyler very much focused on the ring and on the duo's former leader Jade Rodez. The two, clad in special, red white and blue died denim jeans (well, I guess they're blue to start with. But, you get the point) try to fire each other up as they walk to the ring. They don't make it far though, before "Nighttime" by Britt Black hits. COLE Nevermind Jade, you might want to put Mackenzie on the watchlist as far as fainting goes when this next competitor comes out! So to speak. Why one half of the OAOAST Tag Team Champions has [i]singles[/i] theme music is anyone's guess. But she does and here she comes, Krista Isadora Dunca, to a BOOMING response from the crowd! Krista's appearance certainly seems to perk up D*LUX who stop and applaud their partner as a golden pyro wall explodes across the length of the stage. After it evaporates, Krista emerges and downs a swig of hard liquor. Upon finishing, she slams the empty bottle onto the stage and walks towards the ring. BUFFER And, the opponents! First, total combined weight, three hundred eighty two pounds... "TREMENDOUS" TYLER, "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE... they are D*LLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!! And their tag-team partner. Hailing from Los Angeles, California. She is a best selling author and star of the world famous FIT with KID line of exercise videos! The Queen Of Sting! The Devil In It's Most Beautiful Form! The Ambassador of Kick Your Ass-ador! She is "MISS CALIFORNIA"... KKRRIIIIISSTTAAAA ISADORA... DDUUUUUUUUUUUUNNCCAAAAAAAAAAAAANN!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" D*LUX glide past the Siclopse in their way and enter the ring, the referee who drew the short straw for this one Mike Chioda pleading with them to wait for the bell as they come in with fists clenched. Behind them, Krista doesn't glide. She doesn't so much as take a step either side. Krista just walks through the Siclopse as if it weren't there. As the tripod goes flying to the ramp and then off of it to the arena floor for good measure, Simon holds his head in his hands. The Enterprise quickly bail out with Krista on the warpath, Simon bemoaning the fact he forgot to keep up his insurance payments as he rushes over to where his Siclopse lies. COACH It's a good job Krista's familiar enough with her attorney to have him on speed-dial, because that's a lawsuit right there! COLE Actually, Krista's lawyer happens to be female. COACH HAHA! Yeah, good one! A female lawyer? What next, a female politician!? A male chef? Come on Michael, you can't kid a kidder, you can't ball a balla, I ain't falling for that line! As The Enterprise discuss strategy on the outside, the strategy in the ring is clear. Krista wants to start, D*LUX ain't gonna argue. So out to the apron they go, leaving Miss California to cordially invite one of her opponents to "collect the two testicles you have between you and get in the ring!" "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" Eventually, dragging himself away from the wreckage of his camera, Simon Singleton collects those testicles (or, perhaps not) and slides into the ring ready to start the match... ...before immediately ducking his head through the ropes as Krista approaches, [i]not[/i] ready to start the match. Referee Chioda does his job and moves the volatile Miss Duncan back. Which is the opportunity for Simon to duck back in and cheapshot Krista with a forearm to the face! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE And the first cheapshot of the match comes with the clock at 0:00. *DINGDINGDING!* The bell sounds and already Krista is on the backfoot, to the amusement of all in the Enterprise camp. Except Jade I guess, who shows no emotion either way. With Krista checking her face is in tact Simon points to his temple, to show the world he has the brains. Simon then takes KID by the arm and looks to send her into the ropes with an irish whip. A reversal of fortunes sends Singleton in the ropes though. Up and over goes Krista with the leapfrog and as the Video Voyeur puts on the brakes to avoid a collision with Tyler Bryant who has moved down the apron, he wheels around... ...inverted atomic drop... *SMACK!* ...and a Superkick, Simon left sprawled out into the centre of the ring after experiencing Krista's Great California Adventure! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Early tag is made, Krista bringing in "Showtime" Shayne. It soon becomes apparant why Krista got out so quickly as she pulls her compact mirror out and checks her features once she's on the apron. Meanwhile, Shayne goes running down the apron and scales the turnbuckles. Still shaken up from the Superkick, up to his feet staggers Simon. Around staggers Simon. And into a big Flying Crossbody staggers Simon... 1... 2... No. Still staggering, a clothesline might not have been the best move for Simon to attempt just yet. His wild attempt is ducked and countered by Shayne, catching and wringing out the arm before making the tag to Tyler Bryant! Up top heads Tyler, ignoring the view down Krista's red Obey™ tank top just long enough to drop the double sledge across Simon's out-stretched arm. COLE D*LUX, the tag team specialists. And although The Enterprise are a unit, it's fair to say this trio is somewhat of a 'makeshift' unit. COACH All motivated by the same thing though, money. COLE Well, D*LUX and Krista are all motivated by the same thing as well, that being revenge. Taking over where his partner left off, Tyler wrings out the arm. A blind tag is made and Shayne is now legal again, which prompts Christian to start his own five count to show the referee how it should be done. His five count of course doesn't matter and the boybanders play to the referee's rules as Tyler backs Simon into the ropes, armdragging him out. As Simon rolls through to his feet, he then walks right into the now legal member of D*LUX, as Tyler slingshots his own partner into the ring, Shayne catching the arm and bringing Singleton over with a (very) modified armdrag! "YYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Shayne and Tyler high-five, Tyler offering the same opportunity to Krista. Showing her superior smarts, KID distracts the youthful boybander by pointing behind him. And by the time he's realised that Krista was pointing at nothing more than a pudgy woman in a Zack Malibu shirt, which makes her one of many and therefore nothing special, Krista has already waltzed down the apron admiring the craft and manufacture of the ring-ropes. COACH Son, you just got straight burned. Get used to it. No high-fives are being exchanged in the ring meanwhile, as Singleton has managed to turn the tide of the match, eye-raking his way out of another arm-wringer. Quickly Simon gets across to his corner, making the tag to a fresh man, Christian Wright. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Wright comes in full of confidence and charges... ...into an armdrag. "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" COACH C'mon, what is this Mexico? Enough with the armdrags already. Hanging onto the arm, Shayne points to Krista and asks if the crowd want to see Miss California back in the match. Predictably, the result is unanimous. Krista accepts the tag and CW's eyes bug open in fear as his tormentor for so many years steps in, ignoring the armwork D*LUX have been using and just punting Wright in the ribs with a white Addias snow boot. COLE Well here we go. If there's one consolation for Christian Wright, it's that Krista has only had three days to stew over what happened on HeldDOWN~! Not much of a consolation, but it's something I guess. Wright retreats from Krista and begs for forgiveness for so many sins. Does he not realise he's facing Krista Isadora Duncan? Evidently not. Krista follows CW into a neutral corner and stomps him in the chest. Again. Again. Again and again and again with no end in sight until Singleton comes down the apron to complain, Krista breaking away to punch The Video Voyeur between the eyes! Krista then returns to The Natural, scaling the middle rope in front of her hapless opponent. Faced with a face-full of crotch, Wright covers his eyes with his hands and prays not for a repeat of his embarrassment from AngleMania, as Krista balls up the fist... "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" ...wait for it... "TEN!" "ELEVEN!" "TWELVE!" "THIRTEEN!" COLE Uhm... Krista... "FOURTEEN!" "FIFTEEN!" COLE Krista, never one for wrestling conventions... "SIXTEEN!" "SEVENTEEN!" COACH C'mon ref, that's gotta be five seconds by now! COLE Well, duh. "EIGHTEEN!" "NINETEEN!" "TWENTY!" "TWENTY-ONE!" Like any good gambler, Krista stops on twenty-one. After all, you don't say "Hit me." after twenty-one. To be fair, Christian wasn't saying "Hit me." at all, but that really not important. With Wright seeing stars, the one large star in front of him manoeuveres on the ropes, making her way around onto his shoulders. Wright tries to walk out of the corner carrying Krista in the electric chair, which he soon regrets as KID tumbles forward into a Victory Roll... 1... 2... No! COACH Now, is it a 'victory roll' if it doesn't get the victory? Shouldn't it just be called a 'roll'? Both CW and KID roll out to their feet. Krista is a step ahead and whips around, driving the flat of her boot into Christian's gut with a rolling sole BUTT. A quick uppercut under the chin rocks Wright's equilibrium. And with The Natural a sitting duck, off the ropes comes Krista, whipping her far leg around into Wright's face with a Spinning Wheel Kick! COLE Combination of moves from Krista. So quick in the ring. COACH It's all like a song and dance to her, she's not a real wrestler the likes of Christian. COLE She's sure dealing with the 'real wrestler' pretty well at the moment. Heading out of the ring, Krista keeps a close eye on the rest of The Enterprise as she heads up to the third floor. As KID perches on the top turnbuckle, Mackenzie watches on intently... a little too intently, perhaps... certainly getting a great view from ringside. Krista seems to notice it and waggles her derriere quickly, Mackie's eyes widening as Krista now soars from the top. As the fitness queen soars towards him, Christian instinctively ducks his head to duck whatever attack she had in mind. However, Krista is able to adjust in mid-air, carrying herself over CW and taking him down with a big Sunset Flip... 1... 2... No! COLE I'm a little surprised Krista is going for the win so early. Usually, she likes to drag things out and slap her opposition around a little bit. Especially when that opponent happens to be Christian Wright. This time, Wright manages to beat Krista to her feet and gets the jump with a knee buried into Krista's well-defined abs. Wright looks relieved simply not to be on the end of the abuse for once. He's soon brought back to the real world by a punch to the gut from Krista, forcing him into connecting with another couple of knee strikes. Turning to the outside, CW then gives a heads up and sends Krista into the ropes for a trip... ...which doesn't come, Mackenzie missing her cue and Krista able to come back off the ropes with a Flying Forearm! COLE The Enterprise, not in the game yet. Popping back to her feet, the always considerate KID rewards Mackenzie for her efforts with a thank you. A thank you accompanied by a blown kiss and a wink. Mackenzie just about stays on her jellied legs, but Krista's taunts come to an end as she notices Jade standing to Mackie's side. Suddenly Krista doesn't seem to know what to think or do, especially after the sucker job she was on the end of three nights ago. The distraction caused by all this awkwardness allows Christian to sneak back into the picture, kneeing Krista in the back, sending her forward into a clubbing blow from CPA from the apron! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" CPA is warned about his conduct by the referee, as Wright tags out to Simon Singleton. A little pertubed still, Wright tells his fellow Finance Expert to keep her mind in the game next time as he leaves. Singleton takes over on Krista with a succession of clubbing shots to the back. Referee Chioda wants him out of the corner, so he obliges, snap suplexing Krista and floating over with the cover... 1... 2... No! Sitting Krista up, Singleton drives his knee into the spine. A second time. And a third, before locking on a rear chinlock to the crowd's destain. "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" D*LUX get the crowd chanting in support of their partner, as if they needed any encouragement to support Miss California. COACH You know, you keep casting these aspersions on poor Mackenzie about this supposed 'curiosity' around Alix and Krista. What about D*LUX? Why don't you mention the obvious crush they've got on Krista? COLE What about Ned's lusting after Jade? Let's talk about that... COACH Just call the action Cole! As Krista starts to show some signs of life, Simon breaks the hold and drives the point of his elbow into the crown of Krista's skull! Turning to the corner, the vulgar Video Voyeur then hawks a loogie in D*LUX's direction which draws the two boybanders into the ring. Referee Chioda keeps them at bay, showing amazing strength for a mere ref. Behind his back The Enterprise make an illegal switch, but not before doubling up on Krista, Simon delivering a hard kick to Krista's chest as CW does the same to her spine, sandwiching KID in between the two boots. The wind knocked out of her lungs, Krista slumps over and gets pinned down by Wright, who yells for the referee to pay attention... 1... 2... No! Wright pulls the World Tag Team Champion to her feet, pulling her in by the arm into a short knee strike. A second time Krista is dragged into the knee. And a third time, this time the set-up for CW to apply the time-tested Abdominal Stretch. COLE If anyone in the OAOAST has the abs to withstand this move, it may be Krista Isadora Duncan. The referee checks to see if Krista wants to give it up. Of course she doesn't, but that doesn't bother The Natural, who uses the referee's positioning to his advantage and reaches back, locking hands with Singleton for some extra leverage! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Predictably, D*LUX jump in to complain. Again Mike Chioda's first reaction is to keep the boybanders from getting in the ring and that allows CW and Singleton to milk the illegal assist on the hold for a few extra seconds, with Krista curses a blue streak at her partners for entering the ring. That's gratitude for ya! Eventually D*LUX take the hint and leave the ring and sure enough, Singleton breaks contact with Wright just as the referee turns around, showing what he's learnt from his years of tag team wrestling. "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" WRIGHT SILENCE!! "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" In his fury at the chant, Wright releases the hold and throws Krista to the ground as he goes over to the ropes, chastising the Washington crowd. COACH You know, you'd think they'd be a little more respectful in Christian's hometown. COLE Adopted hometown. COACH Exactly! I mean, if Washington doesn't appreciate financially success stories like The Enterprise then what is the world coming to? After dispensing a few harsh and very convoluted words to the fans Wright finally return to the action. Unfortunately, by now, Krista is on her feet. And as Wright walks in, Krista shows her strength in scooping the two hundred, twenty five pounder up... ...and collapsing, unable to hold CW with a bad back, landing with The Natural pressed on top of her... 1... 2... Kickout! TYLER C'MON KRISTA! SHAYNE KRISTA! KRISTA! "KRI - STA!" "KRI - STA!" "KRI - STA!" "KRI - STA!" With the fans attempting to make themselves the proverbial sixth man (it's sixth, right? I don't know, US sports suck), Wright decides that The Enterprise need to put Krista down and fast. Which is where CPA comes in. The Directory Of Security, yet to be involved in the match, accepts the tag from Wright and stalks towards Krista, who is trying to crawl to her corner with her bad back weighing her down. COACH Now things are gonna get interesting! COLE CPA, the former professional boxer. It's amazing what secret lives these characters lead. Who would have ever thought, until we needed a boxing match of course, that one of our athletes just happened to be a former professional boxer! CPA places his foot on Krista's back and delights in watching her squirm around like a bug, or possibly a small kitten because that would be more evil, trying desperately to get away. An elbow drop to the back of the head puts pay to that though. As Krista's superstar looks get smushed into the canvas, D*LUX cringe, watching on with concern as CPA makes the lateral press... 1... 2... ...SAVE, by both of D*LUX, both very eager to come to their partner's rescue. COACH Ain't that adorable. Man, if these two pathetic ballad-boys get crushin' on chicks that easy, it's no wonder Jade was so desperate to join up with a group of real men like The Enterprise! With a handful of Krista's blond locks, CPA starts to drag the anti-socialite to her feet. Ever gutsy, Krista responds by landing some bodyshots. She's no Ricky Hatton though and far from her bodyshots actually calling for the referee to stop the match, they seem to just amuse her opponent. *THUD!* A HARD forearm over the back from CPA cuts Krista off. Scoop and a slam follows from the bigman, Krista's back arching on impact. COLE No finesse from CPA, the bruiser of The Enterprise. COACH Just goes to show you Mikey, substance over style. And who better to use as an example than the most style obsessed person on the roster, 'K.I.D'. If she hit a scoop slam like that she'd probably break out into the Macarena. COLE If it was 1999 maybe. CPA continues to stalk CPA, as again the Washington crowd are whipped up in support of Krissy (haven't used that one yet!) by the dulset tones of D*LUX. Happy with the way things are going, Singleton and Wright just mock D*LUX from their corner, playing the part of the fans with some very sarcastic clapping. Even Mackenzie gets in on the act, having just woken from some sort of a daydream. No speculation on what it was about of course, but let's just say she's watching the action VERY closely. Tag is made by CPA and Simon Singleton re-enters as the legal man, irish-whipping Krista into one of the neutral corners and assessing her through his handmade handscreen. Singleton then charges, looking to crush Krista with an avalanche... ...and eats boot! "YEEEAAAHHH!" Quickly shaking off the cobwebs, Simon tries again... ...and again eats boot! "YYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" With Mackenzie hollering at Simon that this is now going to be a "director's cut", the pugnatious Video Voyeur goes running in again. This time Krista has recovered enough to lift herself up on the turnbuckles, wrapping her legs around Simon's neck, to his shock and possible pleasure. Every moment of pleasure must be off-set with one of pain though. And Krista is always on hand to make sure of that, as she pushes off the turnbuckle and whips herself around, bringing Simon out of the corner with a Hurricanrana! Singleton flips through the air and lands hard on his tailbone, face etched with pain as hope rises for the tag on Krista's side! COLE This is Krista's chance here, but can she make the tag to one of her fresh team-mates? COACH And will she WANT to? Both Tyler and Shayne are up on the bottom rope, hands extended for the tag. Technically you can't make a legal tag when you're on the rope. But that rule hasn't been enforced in about twenty years so what the hell. It's a neat visual, okay. "D - LUX!" "D - LUX!" "D - LUX!" "D - LUX!" Despite Krista's hero(ine)ics, it's Singleton who makes the tag first, bringing in Christian Wright. Krista glances up and sees how close she is to her corner, making a dramatic dive for the tag... ...NO! Rushing into the ring, Christian manages to grab Krista's ankle just as she leapt and just about pulls her out of D*LUX's reach! Both Shayne and Tyler are distraught as Wright continues to hold onto the ankle and drags Krista into the centre of the ring. Folding up the legs, he tries for the Texas Cloverleaf. As he bends down to turn the move though, a right hand catches him. Another. And a third from Krista, trying to fight out of this precarious position. With her punches seemingly doing little to fight Wright off though, she resorts to some more 'desperate' measures though, as she runs her tongue across her veluptuous red lips and blows The Natural a kiss!! Understandably shocked, CW loses his train of thought, long enough for Krista to untangle her legs and drive her feet into Wright's groin! The force of the shot knocks Wright's feet out from underneath him and he falls face-first into Krista's bent knees for good measure, the combined effects leaving Christian helpless to prevent... ...THE TAG!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE HERE. COMES. ...uhm, BOTH of D*LUX!? Shayne and Tyler each accept the tag and come in as seperates houses of fire, whipping up the crowd behind them. The boyband stop suddenly when they realise they've both come in and get into a brief spat over who exactly is the one who got the tag. That arguement stops as soon as CPA comes charging into the ring though, Shayne and Tyler pushing each other out of harm's way and causing Allen to steamroller right into the turnbuckles behind them! TYLER YEAH-UH! Staggering out of the corner, CPA walks right into a double boot from D*LUX. The former multi-time HI-YAH Tag Team Champions then combine, to spike CPA on his head with a Double DDT! COLE The tag-team specialists are taking over here at The Great Angle Bash! COACH Come on! One in, two out ref! It's hardly rocket science! Attempting to come to the rescue, Simon Singleton makes a similiarly bold charge across the ring. And he has similiar success, as Tyler backdrops him up and over the top, The Video Voyeur hitting the rampway with a crowd-pleasing *THUD*! Clutching his BUTT like... well, so many jokes, so little time, you pick the best one... Singleton pulls himself back up. In front of him, Tyler gives his partner a leg-up, helping him onto the top rope, which Shayne Brave soars HIGH into the air off of, wiping out Simon on the ramp with a big Crossbody Block! SHAYNE C'MOOOOOOON! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE WOW! "Showtime" Shayne with a little assist from his partner, high-risk and high-reward right there! With everybody out of the equation, we're left with Tyler and Wright in the ring. Still in some discomfort, Wright labours into a boot from Tyler, who quickly hooks the head and looks for a Bulldog. CW pushes Tyler off, but he manages to jump up to the middle turnbuckle and catch Wright with a twisting crossbody... 1... 2... NO! Irish whip attempt by Tyler, blocked by Wright. A quick kick breaks the arms and Christian quickly hooks a hold of Tyler's head, lifting him up for the Gordbuster... ...NO! Tyler floats over the back and drives Wright down with Phantom (Diving) Neckbreaker! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Tyler now waves Shayne back into the ring and again D*LUX look for one of their patented double-teams, which has Mackenzie up in arms on the arena floor, complaining to the referee about the blatant cheating. Which does The Natural no good as he's pitched into the ropes. Tyler catches him on the rebound with an Inverted Atomic Drop, as Shayne comes off the ropes himself... ...and gets DECAPITATED (not rly!) with a Lariat by Christopher Patrick Allen!! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COACH Ladies and gentlemen, Shayne Brave was 22. Nah, I'm just playin', I don't know how old that boy is, all I know is he just got plain served! Wondering why the second half of Opposites Attract hasn't happened, Tyler soon figures it out once CPA kicks him in the back and frees Christian from his clutches. Dragging Tyler to his feet by the hair, CPA levels The Tremendous One with a crossface strike. And a second. Tyler is barely standing after those shots. Only CPA's hold on his hair keeps him up, as The Director Of Security waits to hand Tyler off, shoving forward into an STO from Christian Wright! 1... 2... KICKOUT! On the rampway, Krista has tried to start up a fight with Simon. However, she's now run into trouble as she tries to get away, unable to do so with Simon's arms wrapped around her, holding her back from helping. "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" With CW directing traffic, CPA drags Tyler to his feet again and clubs him with a couple of uppercuts up under the ribs. Wright is giving the signal for the Dominator. And soon enough, so is Mackenzie. Jade just stares. COACH If he hits this, it's over. Nobody in the OAOAST has kicked out of the Dominator, not when it's been CPA hitting it. Allen locks on the gutwrench and Krista knows what's up, making an extra effort to get away from the anchor tied to her ass in the form of Simon Singleton. She can't seem to do so though, as Tyler goes up over the shoulder... ...fights... ...fights some more... ...and gets DOMINATED~! COACH BALLGAME! Premature with his celebrations, like most things if rumours are to be believed, Wright asks for his briefcase already as CPA makes the cover... 1... 2... NO! SAVE BY KRISTA!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH WHAT!? Pan to the rampway, to see Simon Singleton curled up in a fetal position, whimpering and clutching his testicles as he whines "she bit me, oh sweet Jesus she bit me.". COLE Krista freeing herself from Simon, somehow. And she just managed to keep her team alive in this match! COACH Woah woah woah. Somehow? SOMEHOW!? Wanna take a wild guess at how that somehow was there, mister conclusion jumper? Thought not. Unable to believe that the match isn't over, Wright has to get a second opinion from the referee before he'll finally believe that Mackenzie is right. Wright already has his briefcase and was ready to go right back to the office. And in an effort to keep to his tight schedule, he improvises, wielding the metal briefcase and charging at Krista... ...who ducks... *CLANG!* ...and watches as [i]CPA[/i] takes the briefcase right in the head and goes toppling out of the ring to the arena floor!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE That's gonna cost him! COACH Come on referee, what do these six have to do to get a disqualification out here for crying out loud? COLE But, how can The Enterprise be disqualified for hitting [i]each other[/i] with weapons? COACH Shut up. That's how. A horror stricken Wright drops the briefcase and holds up his hands to show that he meant no harm, which is of no consequence to CPA who lays flat out on the outside, seemingly KOed. Mackenzie rushes over to check on Allen but notices something CW doesn't, frantically telling him to turn around. Which he does, rewarded with a mouthful of knuckles as Krista wraps him with a Spinning Backfist! As CW falls back into the ropes, they do their job and push him right back out, into Krista who sidesteps him and hooks him by the back of the head, bringing him all the way down with the Elizabeth, I'm coming to join ya, honey! It's the big one! (Reverse X-factor) CROWD ONE! CROWD TWO! CROWD THREE! The reason that says 'crowd' though is just that. The Washington crowd are the only ones counting the pinfall. Referee Mike Chioda is too busy trying to convince Mackenzie DeCenzo to get off the apron to join in. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE This one should be over! COACH Should is just a four letter word. COLE :huh: Pretty soon Krista realises something is up and relinquishes the pin to figure out just what that something is. Mackenzie is still trying to reason with the referee about something, but soon begins to trail off when she sees Krista coming towards her. Fluffing her hair. Pouting her lips. Rubbing her breasts? COLE What the... Chioda wisely steps out of the way as Krista saunters over and grabs Mackenzie by the head, causing her to beg for mercy. Except, Krista places a finger on Mackie's lips to tell her to be quiet. And with Mackenzie wondering what the hell is going on, Krista leans in, slowly, dramatically, causing every person in the arena to stand on their feet... before JAMMING HER TONGUE DOWN MACKENZIE'S THROAT!! "YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH :O COLE SOMEBODY BREAK OUT THE KLEENEX! Mackie certainly doesn't seem to be putting up a great fight as Krista wraps her in the old greco-roman liplock, working her magic before releasing Mackenzie, who promptly falls off the apron and to the floor in a heap. The thousands of [s]perverts[/s] fans in the Wachovia Center shout their approval as Krista takes a drag on an imaginary post-cordial cigarette and tells the shell-shocked Mackie to "call me". Krista then turns back to the action... ...but stops, as now [i]Jade Rodez[/i] is up on the apron. COLE Uh-oh. COACH Oh, she wouldn't! She just wouldn't! Mr. Moneymaker always told me that Jade was being trained as nothing more than a fresh-faced could-probably-pass-for-barely-legal-in-pigtails lesbian sex slave under Krista's impearialstic right-wing wing, but even I wasn't sure Krista would stoop so low as to corrupt an impressionable nineteen year old girl with her disease! As Krista stares at Jade, she just stands on the apron. Not saying anything. Not doing anything. Not really making any effort to distract anyone. Just standing there. Which is doing enough to distract Krista apparantly, who as she begins to question her former hero-worshipper doesn't notice Christian Wright sneaking up behind her. COLE It's a set-up! Another set-up! Krista just begins to get a little forceful with the questions, as suddenly she finds herself in a waistlock. Barging forward, Wright pushes Krista forward into the ropes for an O'Connor Roll. Jade doesn't seem to realise the danger until it's too late... ...AND GETS BUMPED OFF THE APRON, as Wright rolls Krista up... COLE Not like this! 1... 2... ...NO, REVERSAL BY KRISTA... 1... 2... 3!!!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH WHAT!? The fans erupt as the three comes down and Krista goes scrambling out of the ring, mostly from Wright's belated kickout. Despite coming out of the ring right at the fallen body of Jade, Krista doesn't make any moves to check if she's okay, not about to fall into that kind of trap for the second time in a week. She just backs away, looking a little concerned admittedly, but only a little. BUFFER Your winners of this contest... the team of Shayne Brave and Tyler Bryant, D*LUX and KRISTA ISADORA DDUUUUUUUUNNCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANN!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Not needing her tag team partners, who are still nursing their own wounds in and around the ring, for a good celebration, Krista takes her OAOAST World Tag Team Title belt and makes her way up onto the rampway. And as if the gruelling match she went through had never happened, she treats the rampway like her very own catwalk, displaying the newest in designer accessories this Summer, a wrestling championship belt. COLE Chalk one up for Krista and D*LUX, five on three and they still came out on top right here at The Great Angle Bash! COACH Nevermind that, let's get some help out her for poor Jade! She could be seriously hurt again! COLE Much as I hate to be cruel, I've read The Boy Who Cried Wolf enough times to have understood the moral of that story. And it seems Krista has too. Mackenzie slides into the ring to try and console Christian, who is furious at what just happened. Her consolations don't do much good, especially as they're so half-hearted, what with her distraction with Krista's imromptu fashion show. Angrily CW tells her to "snap out of it" and as Mackenzie hotly denies anything and everything, Jade continues to lay unattended to as we fade out. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
