AS: 10 Person Tag Match

[King Cucaracha 0]

COLE
Up next, the Ten Person Tag Team Match. Let's go backstage, [i][b]Maggie[/i][/b] Nerdly... that's [i][b]Maggie[/i][/b] folks, she's backstage with the World 6-Man Tag Team Champions.


Back we swoop to the AngleSlam interview area, where Maggie is indeed standing by with D*LUX and an anxiously pacing Leon Rodez.

MAGGIE
Hey, big stuff coming up next, huge grudge match. I'm with the 6-Man Tag Champs, guys, how are you feeling?

LEON
(ignoring Maggie)
You know, for the past four months since AngleMania being around this company has been a real chore. Which it shouldn't be. I love this business and I love this company. But coming into work, night after night, week after week, it shouldn't be but it's been an effort. Knowing that the best I can hope for as far as contact with my immediate family member goes is either a quick glimpse in the hallway or, if I'm REAL lucky, getting [i]slapped[/i] in the face. See, it's been four months on Enterprise terms. They have the money, the power. They've been calling the shots. But I knew that deep down, we were fighting for what was most important. We were fighting with our hearts for something of real moral value. And through the hard times of those months, I knew sooner or later tonight would come.

Leon unstraps the 6-Man Title from around his waist.

LEON
See finally, we've got a little leverage. Me and the guys here, we took these 6-Man Tag Team Titles. Krista and Alix managed to win back the One and Only Tag Titles. We've got momentum finally and you know, up until a couple of nights ago I was finally starting to almost enjoy being an OAOAST superstar again. Until tonight rolled around. Tonight, I'm nervous. I'm anxious. I'm tense because I want to get out there and finally, fairest odds we'll possibly get, square off with The Enterprise and try and settle this once and for all. It's more than just a 'grudge'. It's personal, as personal as it can get. It's blood. And tonight, I don't know... I just hope maybe the blood'll be thicker than the money, just once.

Not waiting around for any follow-up questions, Leon walks off with D*LUX close behind him.



Watching this on a big flatscreen TV in the back is Jade Rodez. Scoffing to herself she turns the TV off and walks across the Enterprise locker room, coming face to face with a mirror...


...and stopping.

NED
(off-screen)
Hey, you ready or what?

Staring at her reflection for a few seconds, Jade is snapped out of her trance by Ned Blanchard entering the room and waving her over.

NED
Come on, we're up. Let's do this babe.

Ned winks at Jade, complete with wink sound-effect. Jade is typically non-plussed, almost colliding with Theodore Moneymaker as they pass in the doorway. She hurriedly apologises to the boss and scuttles off, as Moneymaker and Ned are left in the room.

MONEYMAKER
Hey, glad I got you alone. Listen, I've got a little something for you. I figure you might need to make a 'quick exit' tonight so rather than wait until after we win, I wanted to give you this now, just incase...

Smiling, Moneymaker hands over a handful of money and a slight smaller, square shaped item. Wink wink.

NED
Teddy... a thousand bucks?

MONEYMAKER
You're right.

Without hesitation, Teddy reaches into his pocket and pulls out another couple of notes. Ned grins back at The Billion Dollar Heir and stuffs the cash and the other 'item' down the front of his tights, looking pleased with the image they create.

MONEYMAKER
Make me proud. MUWAHAHAHAHA!!

Moneymaker and Blanchard share a hearty laugh before leaving the locker room ready for battle.

[King Cucaracha 0]

BUFFER
Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a Ten Person Tag Team [b]Grudge[/b] Match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing team number one...

Green and yellow spotlights swirl around the ring, and guitar riffs that roar with energy and spunk scream through the air, quickly trailed by a plethora of boos and jeers. Beneath the voices of hatred and the melodic hard rock strumming, comes feverish vocals scratching out the virtues of the almighty dollar.

[i]Tailored suits, show of your cars
Fine hotels and big cigars
Up for grabs, up for a price
Where the red hot girls keep on dancing through the night
The claim is on you
The sights are on me
So what do you do
That's guaranteed
Hey little girl, you want it all
The furs, the diamonds, the painting on the wall[/i]

Past parting entrance doors emerges an army of dastardly cretins who live their life to the every word of their hard driving music, The Enterprise. Leading the way is the brainchild behind this detested troupe, Theodore Moneymaker, clad in green trunks and matching green boots. Moneymaker simply smirks at the throng of fans laid before him, seemingly unimpressed with being in the legendary arena. At his side stands Christopher Patrick Allen, dutifully swatting away any front row fans foolish enough to try and lay their unwashed hands on the billionaire. Trailing behind them are the white trunked, Beverly Hills Blonds, who maintain an air of confidence behind oversized pink lens sunglasses. The last member the team, Christian Wright clings his briefcase close to his chest, but makes no issues with threatening to strike it against the heads of the more vulgar crowd members. Rounding out the caboose of the party are the three valets, Jade Rodez, Molly Nerdly, and Mackenzie. The pink track suited Jade shows all the emotion of soup, whereas Mackenzie gleefully shows off her fur coat, which could use a visit to one of the many New York dry cleaners! Shit smells like Queens Bridge. Molly, in yellow polo shirt and khaki pants, works the Siclopse to document an event that's already being documented by numerous cameras that weren't gotten for 15$ in the Bronx. 

Patty sez: Holy shit that's a lot of people!

[I]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[/I]

BUFFER
Being accompanied by Jade Rodez, Molly Nerdly, and Mackenzie DeCenzo, the OAOAST gives to you, Christian Wright, Christopher Patrick Allen, Ned Blanchard, Simon Singleton, and the Billion Dollar Heir, Theodore Moneymaker...THE ENTERPRISE!

COLE
It has been one terrible month for The Enterprise. In one week they went from having every male member in the stable holding a title, to being completely beltless. Can they rebound tonight in New York City or are they destined to failure?

COACH
You ask some damn stupid questions sometimes. There ain't nothing to rebound from! The Enterprise is as strong as ever, maybe stronger then ever. Their power doesn't lie in titles, it lies in influence and money. And they still got a lot of that. This is The Enterprise's match to lose, Cole, don't you forget that.

The members of The Enterprise pour into squared and immediately join hands to raise their arms in glorious triumph. That is all expect for Molly, who gingerly films the exhibition of greatness. While the Nerdly girl may consider their pose a work of art, the audience considers it utter garbage, and attempts to shower them with that very thing. Unaffected by the mounting hatred, Allen, Wright, Singleton and Ned stream towards each corner, standing atop the turnbuckles in triumph. Moneymaker remains in the center of the ring, arms hooked between Jade and Mackenzie, flashing a smile a mile wide. Behind Moneymaker three titanic dollar signs festooned in popping green pyro lower from the ceiling, bringing forth a devilish laugh from the billionaire. 

COLE
This has to be a pretty fun night for Molly, she's a grad student at NYU and now gets a chance to perform live in Madison Square Garden

COACH
How much fun can you have as an [i]unpaid[/i] intern?

COLE
The value of the internship isn't measured in dollars earned but in knowledge gained. Though she could've dropped out of third grade and still be smarter then Ned and Simon.

BUFFER
And introducing their opponents...

[i]Give me something to believe in
Cause I don’t believe in you anymore
Anymore
I wonder if it even makes a difference to try
(Yeah)
So this is goodbye[/i]

The members of D*LUX earn a few brownie points by wearing Knicks jerseys. But its unlikely they even hear those cheers as they zip towards the squared circle!

COLE
Look at 'em run!

Buffer can't even properly introduce D*LUX due to their wild slide into the ring nearly knocking him to the floor. The announcer isn't their primary concern, instead directing their feisty glares towards The Enterprise. Moneymaker and Wright offer dismissive waves to their harsh stare, regarding D*LUX as little more then a minor nuisance.

COLE
Two thirds of the six man champions, D*LUX, rumbling into Angleslam! They may be happy to have those belts, but I guarantee they would trade that and more to have Jade back by their side.

COACH
And that's what makes them certified bitches.

[i][font="Arial Black"][color="#FF00FF"]Hey, hey, you, you 
I don't like your girlfriend!
No way, no way!
I think you need a new one 
Hey, hey, you, you
I could be your girlfriend!

Hey, hey, you, you!
I know that you like me!
No way, no way!
No, it's not a secret
Hey, hey, you, you!!
I want to be your girlfriend![/color][/font][/i]

[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]"YEAAAAAH!"[/color][/font]

The infectious bounce of Avril's wonderhit signifies more then a minor nuisance for Ned Blanchard, who hides beneath the ring apron in hopes of avoiding a meeting with his child's mother. Those who aren't currently praying for their life are treated to the splendid sight of a pyrofall of red sparkles showering the ring. The fans that were marveling at the majestic serenity of the waterfall, are thrust into a state of shock once a [b][color="#FFFF00"]golden[/color][/b] pyro fortress engulfs the entirety of the ring. Despite the incredible power packed behind the display of pyro it's quickly forgotten by the audience, who sit wowed by the image of [i]hundreds[/i] of slim, gorgeous models, dressed in full statue of liberty gear, complete with grey glittering full body makeup, generously distributing wads of cash through the stands. An entire arena is abuzz with glee at the thought of receiving free money. Moneymaker can't share their glee, as he realizes hundreds and thousands of dollars are exchanging hands, and he's not getting a single cent.

COACH
Aw shit! Are they for real? Let me get some of that money! Yo, I don't even mess with The Enterprise like that. Bunch of cornball redneck, homphobe crackers. Shit, I can't even name 'em all. Can I have my money now?

The audience's cheers expand infinitely once they witness the emergence of the two women who've brought Christmas in August, Alix Maria Spezia and Krista Isadora Duncan. However the girls can't be bothered to walk to the ring like the ragged peasants in The Enterprise! No, they must be carried in only the finest of carriages! And tonight's magical carriage is a vintage Cadillac Eldorado. Worth well over eighty thousand dollars the car is painted with an American Flag pattern, with the fifty stars adorned by a generous helping of flawless sapphires that total over half a million dollars. As though this near unimaginable flaunting of wealth weren't enough to etch their place in Madison Square Garden history, the giggling queens of Los Angeles have their chariot driven by the self proclaimed King of New York, [b]50 Cent[/b]. More then just a well paid, and well muscled chauffeur 50 delves into the flow of his boisterous hit [i]I get money[/i]. Being that New York is the home of hip-hop (no hate on west coast, crazy love for you Cali) the audience is eager to rap along with their so-called king.

[i]I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money
I get money, money is got (I....I get it) money I got, money is got (I run this city!) 
COD get money, money is got (they...they get it) money they got, money is got (They run LA) 
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it) 
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) 
money I got, money is got (I run this city!)
COD get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) 
money they got, money is got (They run LA!)[/i]

A ruby encrusted stature of liberty hat resting atop her luscious blond locks, Krista struts her black high heels across the hood and gracefully glides into the ring. Her loyal admirers, D*LUX, are quick to hold the ropes open for her highness. Their adoring hearts earn a heaping of pleasure from sneaking a glimpse at the long tan legs revealed through the open sided mini skirt, and the perfect body that fills out a deep plunge tank top. Upon entering the ring, Miss California stands on the first rope, and leans over the cables to beam a disarmingly arrogant smirk to the millions of viewers world wide. 50 flows behind her, prowling the ring with aggressive strides.

[i]I take quarter water sold it in bottles for two bucks, 
Coca-Cola came and bought it; 
for billions, what the fuck? 
have a baby by me; baby 
be a millionaire 
I write the check before the baby comes, 
who the fuck cares?
I'm stanky rich[/i]

Attired in a charmingly adorable white tube top, matching booty shorts, and fluffy faux fur covered wrist bands and boots, Alix sweetly distributes cash to the legion of money hungry front row fans. Once she comes to the location of her disgusted foes, its as though they're merely insignificant pylons to be brushed aside, as she dances her way to Mackenzie DeCenzo. Ally's bubbly voice pleasures Mackenzie's ears with scintillating promises laced in exotic Spanish words. Her departure is marked by making Mackenzie's bra just little fatter, as with a wink and a smile she tenderly places a wad of bills into her shirt. While Alix backs away with an alluring grin, Mackenzie tries to compose herself beneath the glares of her associates.

[i]Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk 
like a teflon Don, but i run New York 
when I come outta court, yea I pop the Colt 
I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk 
I I get it, in the hood if ya ask about me 
theyll tell ya im bout my bread 
I I get it, round the world if ya ask about me 
they'll tell ya they love the kid[/i] 

Alix darts into the squared where the waiting arms of Krista twirl and showcase her like a neoclassical ballerina. Tired of sharing Alix with the world, Krissy traps her into a tender embrace. Brushing a strand of hair away from her face, she flips an alluring kiss to the camera causing cute super imposed [color="#FF0000"][b]red[/b][/color] lips to pop on the screen. 

Sensing that Moneymaker is literally on the verge of exploding, Molly tries to cheer him up, “Uh, man, I like the..uh..the little dollar signs on your tights. Like, they're kinda peeling off and stuff. But they're still kinda cool. Kinda.”

MONEYMAKER
[img=http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/angered.gif]

The rap finishes to a rousing crowd ovation, which certainly does nothing to improve Moneymaker's miserable mood. 50 departs the scene reminding the audience to cop his new CD on 9/11/ which I won't be doing, because [b]50 IS WACK[/b], SON, HE WACK. That nigga straight [b]garbage[/b]. Its Kanye all day like a motherfucker.

COACH
Did that really just happen?

With the musical performance soon to become a distant memory, the arena plunges into an ominous darkness. The only illumination stems from a track of [b][color="#800080"]purple[/color][/b] and [b][color="#2E8B57"]green[/color][/b] pyro that speeds along opposite ends of the circular lighting fixture encasing the scoreboard. The racing thunderstorm generates four individual laps before finally coming together to birth an [b][color="#FFA500"]orange[/color][/b] conflagration that envelopes the entire scoreboard.

COLE
Never let it be said Leon Rodez doesn't know how to make an entrance of his own!

The lights improve to a dim setting, but once again the majority of illumination stems from fireworks, this time ten foot white sparklers that erect themselves in front of the entrance doors. 

[b][i][color="#FF8C00"]The shareef don't like it[/color] 
[color="#FF0000"]Rock the Casbah [/color]
[size="4"][color="#4169E1"]Rock the Casbah[/color][/i][/b][/size]

Through the monument of pyro steps the black robbed figure of Leon Rodez, decorated by the waves of stray sparks. He basks in brightness of their glow and the humongous cheers of the crowd, holding his arms to his side and tilting his smiling head back to the heavens.

COLE
I had the pleasure of talking to Leon Rodez earlier today and he assured me that he had a great feeling about tonight. He certainly looks like it right now.

COACH
Define great? Because I see great for Leon Rodez as not leaving this building with any career ending injuries.

Finally able to make an announcement, Buffer speaks with gusto.

BUFFER
Now making his way to the ring, he hails from Grand Rapids, Michigan, stands five feet eleven inches, and weighs in at two hundred eighteen pounds. Ladies and gentlemen of New York City, please give a warm welcome to “SILKY SMOOTH” LEON ROOOODEZZZZZZZ!!!!

[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]"YEAAAAAH!"[/color][/font]

COLE
You gotta love Leon Rodez! One hell of a competitor, and a future world champion in my book.

Rodez journeys down the ramp, slapping hands with his myriad of fans, and offering thankful nods to those who give him words of encouragement. As he leaps onto the ring apron, he points and nods towards the legion of standing fans promising them a victory tonight. Moneymaker is roundly unimpressed by the sight of Rodez' boasting. Unfortunately he doesn't even get to continue viewing the sight as Leon casually dumps his robe onto his head!

COLE
Oh my! 

Ignoring the stream of complaints from The Enterprise, Leon shakes hands with D*LUX and tries to do the same with Krista and Alix, until Krista not so sweetly reminds him that she came here with 50 Cent and she's not afraid to have him shoot Leon.

COLE
Folks, as both teams take their spots on the apron let me just remind you that this is a one fall contest. No eliminations here, the first pin wins it. So teamwork is of the essence.

Quite amazingly referee Charles Robinson manages to get two teams to pile into their respective corners without a hint of violent incident. However the peaceful separation is betrayed by the vituperative stares passed between the warring parties. Only Ned seems to posses an air of tranquility. This stems from the kissey faces he directs towards the apathetic Jade Rodez. His ring based partner, Christian Wright, can't afford such distractions, instead solely focused on the man across from him, Leon Rodez.


*DING DING DING!*

The match begins with the entire arena planted firmly on the side of The Grand Rapids Goldenchild. Drawing on their support, Leon streaks forward with a lariat. However, Wright dips bellow the attack, and Rodez bounds off the ropes nearest The Enterprise. The villainous rouges waste little time in engaging in underhanded tactics; CPA and Simon Singleton strike the crowd favorite with forearms. He stumbles into the waiting clutches of Wright, who seeks to take him down with an arm bar. However, the midwest speedster rolls through the hold, and kips up to his feet. A frustrated Natural quickly joins him. Their stalemate is short lived, however, thanks to a snapmare from The New Age Love Machine. Robinson counts the resulting pin...

ONE

Well before the two count Wright pushes his way free of the pin. He moves upright, but gets sucked back downwards by a swipe of his legs. Leon drapes his muscular frame over his foe's for another pinfall..

ONE

Again, Wright easily kicks out of the fall. He scampers to his feet where he's met with a barrage of punches from his rival. Left off balanced by the attack, he's incapable of stopping Rodez from hooking him into a front facelock. Thus Rodez meets with no trouble in twisting him into a neckbreaker. However he does meet with trouble in the form of CPA, who attempts to decapitate him with a big boot! But The Grand Rapids Golden Child dips bellow the attack, and pops up to floor CW with a forearm smash! 

[b][color="#FF0000"]LOVE MACHINE! LOVE MACHINE! LOVE MACHINE![/color][/b]

As a D*LUX double dropkick rids the ring of CPA, the fan favorite covers The Natural...

ONE

TWO

The interfering boot of Simon Singleton saves Wright from certain defeat. But there's no one to save The Video Voyeur from being mowed down by a Leon Rodez lariat. On the outside Molly reacts as though the prime minister has just been shot. Yet her screams pale in comparison to the cheers when Leon's gloved fist punches a startled Ned off the apron!

[b][color="#FF0000"]LOVE MACHINE! LOVE MACHINE! LOVE MACHINE![/color][/b]

COACH
Oh come on! Say, something, Cole. Just a second ago you you were getting on The Enterprise for attacking Rodez!

COLE
What are you talking about? I haven't had a line of commentary all match.

Trembling with something akin to anger (remember Leon doesn't get mad!), Le-Ro leans over the ropes and orders Blanchard into the sqaured circle. But as Ned is to busy begging Jade for some TLC, its a request that goes unanswered. CPA, however, is up to the challenge, and takes Wright's place in the bout with an open handed slap to Leon's back. While blood creeps from his orange skin, Leon is hurled into the ropes. However, he shifts his bodyweight and reverses the hold! Once the lumbering beast returns to him, the ex-pornstar [i]attempts[/i] to take him over with a powerslam. But, Allen is a REALLY BIG DUDE, so that move is pretty much impossible. Rather then throw out his back at the ripe age of twenty three, Leon simply drags the Youngstown native into a roll up!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Well, it would be three, if it wasn't for the tortured artist Molly Nerdly hurling her 2003 Canadian Filmaker of the year award at Leon.

“BOOOOOO”, belts Molly's somewhat hometown crowd.

COACH
How they can boo her? She goes to New York University! Her intellectual integrity and impeccable academic record are the only thing keeping this rotten hell hole afloat!

“Boo? You want something to boo about?” Molly yells. “I'll give you something to boo about! Middle Eastern Filmaker Abbas Kiraostami and his minimalist, self reflective style that was key to blurring the once distinctive line between documentary and fiction that marked post revolutionary Arab film is being ignored in film schools across the country thanks to Euro-centric viewpoint that permeates through the “minds” of today's scatterbrained professors. Boo that, people! Boo the fuckin' shit out of that!”

While Leon contemplates why Molly is lecturing people who can't even walk and chew gum at the same time on the pitfalls of higher education, the overmatched Allen sneaks in a tag with Simon Singleton. Given that he had been fighting a massive black man just two seconds ago, Leon is somewhat shocked to be staring down a pudgy white guy with the worst haircut known to man. Simon and his asinine perm are able to capitalize on Rodez's confusion by trapping him into arm wringer. Yet no sooner then two seconds after the hold is applied does Rodez roll forward in an effort to escape. Singleton tries to shift his grip on his foe's arm to keep him trapped into place. However, Rodez's agility wins out, and he's able to kip upright, where he snares the video voyeur into an arm wrench of his own!

COACH
Is Leon ever going to tag out of this match?

COLE
Probably. Although, I'm sure Leon would be more than willing to take all five Enterprise opponents on single-handedly considering their actions in the past few months.

The Grand Rapids Golden Child uses his hold on Singleton's arm to thrust him into the cables. But a return to the pornking is prohibited by the ever-so-helpful Molly Nerdly latching onto his ankles. Perhaps this tactic isn't as helpful as we thought, as Leon strides forward and shoulder tackles the hapless henchmen out of the ring, much to Molly's distress and the audience's delight. 

COLE
That's going under the deleted scenes.

With Simon currently impaired, Robinson demands Ned Blanchard, enter the ring. Reluctance; thy name is Ned Blanchard! Getting grabbed by your thinning hair and thrown into the ring by Leon Rodez; thy name is also Ned Blanchard! Bewailing the loss of what few strands of precious hair he has left, Ned rises to his feet. A mixture of indignation over the attack, and horror over being left in the ring with Leon Rodez settles over his face. Blue eyes immediately search for a way out, and once they spot it, white boots dart to it. However, Leon clasps his hands onto Ned's tights, locking him firmly into place.

COLE
Go get 'em Leon!

In an act of pure desperation, Ned clamps down onto Leon's neck, then sits out, spiking his archrival with a stunner. As the move wasn't delivered with much impact, it fails to floor Rodez, instead keeping him upright and wobbly. Blanchard moves fast to take advantage of Rodez wounds; grabbing Leon's left arm and twisting it behind his back. Despite the searing pain in his limb Rodez exerts a gargantuan struggle to fight against Ned's attacks. Unfortunately he does not succeed in preventing the Handsome Hustler from lifting him up over his shoulder, and dropping him straight onto his hammerlocked arm. Ned follows with a pinfall.

ONE


TWO

But Leon kicks out, greatly pleasing the Madison Square Garden fans. 

COACH
For real, dawg, is Leon ever planning on tagging anyone else into this match?

Both competitors head to their feet, but it's Ned who draws first blood with an irish whip. As Leon makes his way back towards his position, Blanchard throws his six feet two inches into the sky with a leapfrog. Problematically for Blanchard, Le-Ro engages in a leap of his own and slams his purple boots into Ned's chest. Blanchard splashes into the canvas, pain immediately dispersing throughout every inch of his body. Unfortunately the agony is set to get much worse, as the Grand Rapids Golden Child begins twisting him over for the famous [b]Lion tamer[/b]. The thought of seeing Rodez's trademark finisher causes the audience to burst with a downrush of cheers. 

COLE
Could this be it? Is it all over? 

Stricken with panic, Ned pours every ounce of strength in his body into hauling Leon into a rollup. But before Robinson can even entertain the thought of counting Ned's pin, Leon reverses into a pinning situation of his own...

CROWD
ONE

CROWD
TWO

To the crowd's dismay, Blanchard is able to kickout.

COACH
Does he think he's better then everyone on his team? Is that it?

COLE
Not all. It's just that The Enterprise has put him through so much hell, taken his family away from him, that he wants to make sure he personally inflicts as much damage as humanly possible.

Sensing trouble, Moneymaker pounds on the turnbuckle in effort to pump some fighting spirit into his underling. As he rises, Ned certainly does get “pumped”. But its not with fighting spirit, rather it's with the legendary four jab combo of The Silky Smooth One. But the trademark kiss is never blown, thanks to Ned thumbing Leon in his green eyes. 

“BOOOOOO!”

In addition to the deluge of hate, Blanchard is issued a stern warning from the official. Ned will take all those admonishments and many more, as his cheap shot has afforded him the chance to make the tag with CPA.

COLE
Foul play by Ned Blanchard!

COACH
Foul play? Leaving your four other partners cold on the ring apron for seven minutes is foul play.    

Allen has little time to acclimate himself to the ring before Rodez's fingerless gloves unleash a barrage of fists into the back of his noggin. Greatly annoyed by the unending storm of strikes, CPA extends his arm to shove his enemy away. But Leon grabs onto his limb and uses it to hurl the bruiser into his (Leon's corner). Just as soon as Allen hits the posts, do Leon's knees slam into his chest like a colossal battering ram. With the wind knocked clear out of him, CPA sinks to the canvas where the leather boots of The Love Machine pound him with dozen of stomps.

“LEON! LEON! LEON!”

Pleased with his decimation of 4/5 Enterprise members, Rodez finally allows a teammate into the match, D*LUX'S Tyler Bryant. Bryant's appearance is met with much fanfare by the young girls in the arena, who eagerly wave their D*LUX thundersticks in the air.

COACH
It's about time, Leon Rodez! This isn't a one man show you're running. All your tough-man macho BS is going to cost you if you're stuck near The Enterprise corner late in the match.

COLE
I have a feeling once Moneymaker gets into the match, Leon will be eager to return to the ring.

Bryant tediously hauls his much larger adversary off the canvas. “Hey, Krista, watch this!” He shouts, keen on impressing the fitness model.

“Are you watching, Krista? Are you?” He wonders, as he traps Allen into a front facelock for a vertical suplex he couldn't possibly ever manage to execute. 

“Uh-huh, Maya, I'll help you with your math homework in a sec'.” Krista replies, more concerned with fixing her makeup in her compact mirror.

Perhaps if she were paying attention, she'd see Allen reverse Bryant into a vertical suplex of his own. Unwilling to relent on his assault, Allen drags Bryant off the mat, then promptly shoots him back down with a second suplex. Rather then seek the trifecta, Allen moves to his feet, and pours a flood of stomps into Bryant's head. Pain flows swiftly thorough his body, which leads to distressed moans escaping from his lips. Eventually, Allen grabs hold of Bryant's thin black hair and leads him to his feet. He swings the boy over his right shoulder, and clamps onto his left leg, making escape all but impossible. Then Allen jerks down on his victim's trapped leg, slamming him face first into the rock solid canvas. Clutching his bruised nose, Bryant mutters under his breath, partially in pain and partially out of frustration for being bested by this hulking ogre.

COACH
All this talk about Leon Rodez looking for revenge, or D*LUX looking for revenge. How about CPA looking for revenge after getting screwed, that's right screwed, out of his six man titles! Wrestling is the only sport I know that will allow that kind of crap to take place. Can you imagine if the Phoenix Coyotes showed up to play the Saint Louis Blues, and midway through the second period took off their jerseys to reveal they're the Detroit Red Wings?

COLE
I know, right. And can you imagine after The Ducks beat the Ottawa Senators for the Stanley Cup if all of a sudden The New York Rangers showed up and said “Sorry, we're you're real opponents!”? Because that's what The Enterprise did to Chicks Over Dicks. 

Allen scrapes the boybander off the mat, then drives the point of his elbow into his forehead. The attack knocks Bryant loopy and into the waiting treachery of The Enterprise corner. Yearning to bring upon misery to his teenyboppin foe, Theodore Moneymaker reaches over the ropes and hooks onto Ty's thin arms. This allows his bodyguard to ravage Bryant's midsection with unanswered punches. After being subsequently chewed out by Krista over his substandard officiating, Robinson calls for an end to the illegal double teaming. At Moneymaker's orders, Allen begrudgingly capitulates to the ref's demands.

COLE
The problem with The Enterprise is that they think the rules don't apply to them. As if their money makes them above the OAOAST rulebook!

Acting on a renewed spurt of energy, Bryant bursts forward at CPA. But without so much as batting an eye, Allen reaches out and grabs him by the throat. He lifts the startled teen idol with one hand, as his cold eyes regard him with detached amusement. An instant later he slings the boy shoulder first into the ringposts. And as Ty's lifeless body slumps to the floor, Allen casually kicks the carcass to the side.

COACH
Look at the power CPA is coming with! I bet he eats sandwiches bigger then Tyler Bryant. 

Despite the astounding pain that paralyzes his shoulder, Bryant fights to his feet to continue his war with CPA. Yet as he stares down the king sized warrior, Tyler quickly realizes he'll need a gift from god to emerge victorious. As God doesn't hear his prayers, Tyler has to settle for the next best thing; Alix Maria Spezia bulldogging CPA into a harmless husk!

[b][color="#FF8C00"]"YEAAAA!"[/color][/b]

Robinson does not partake in the crowd's glee, and sternly questions Alix over her misdeeds. The interogation prompts Alix to sing,

“I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot no deputy Oh, no, oh I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot no deputy 
Ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah. All 'round in ma hometown they're tryin' to track meh down, yeah .They say they want to bring me in guiltaaaay. For the killing of a deputy...for the life of a deputy ”

COACH
What? Why don't you get on her about cheating, and being above the rulebook? What she did is every bit as illegal if not more so then what The Enterprise has done.

COLE
But she sung a song!

Due to Robinson distraction by karaoke hour at Madison Square Garden, Allen is able to switch places with The Billion Dollar Heir, Theodore Moneymaker. After a brief discussion the duo craft a devious double team, and move quickly to complete it before Robinson loses interest in Alix's American Idol. They trap Bryant into a front facelock, then hook their hands onto his cargo pants in order to drag him into the sky. But the second Bryant is lifted into the air, is the second their double team falls to pieces, as he counters them into a double ddt! 

[b][color="#FF8C00"]"YEAAAA!"[/color][/b]

Pursuing the offensive, Bryant lashes out with a double dropkick at Moneymaker! His tennis shoes slam into the tycoon like a bullet train knocking him backward into the ring ropes. Sensing that his boss is not cruising towards the auspicious debut he had anticipated, Simon Singleton makes an emergency tag.

COLE
I don't think Theodore Moneymaker expected his Angleslam debut to go quite that poorly! How long was he in the ring? Six seconds? Leon Rodez can go through nearly the entire Enterprise and Moneymaker can't even make it a quarter of a minute.

With grimey face contorted in rage, Simon darts towards Bryant in a berserk fury. Cocking his arm in a single fluid motion, Ty surges forward and cleaves the incoming wrestler to pieces with a leg lariat! Despite the force of the strike, Singleton is able to quickly lift his battered bones off the canvas. However, he isn't capable of stoppung Tyler from hooking his arms around his, and twisting his elevated body behind his back. Without a speck of resistance offered from the Video Voyeur, TyBry thuds him into the canvas with a Vertebreaker! The cheers are enormous for the youngster's deadly strike, and he basks in the appreciation with a solid fist pump.

Going by the “one can't grieve forever” motto, Molly tugs on Ned's leg and asks, “Um, If he's irreversibly crippled and/or dead do I still get college credit for this internship?” 

Meanwhile, The Tremendous one hooks Singleton's outside leg for a pinfall...

ONE

TWO

Double S lifts his shoulder off mere moments before the crucial three count.

COLE
So close!

In odd display of technical know-how, Bryant attempts to choke Singleton into an unconscious blackness with a grounded inverted facelock. But, his efforts yield nothing but failure, as Singleton is easily able to fight to his feet. Though he's upright, the six man champion's submission is still applied. However, Singleton has the anecdote for that problem, and he shifts his body into the air, hopping to flip behind his rival. Ty tries to dash these hopes by bringing Singleton down with a curtain call. But, The Video Voyeur succeeds in his escape attempt, and lands behind Bryant. His hands coil around the boy's slim waist, then bring his entire body into the air for a German Suplex. The cruiserweight is slammed into the canvas with such incredible force that it pulls all semblance of life from his face. As Bryant's teammates watch anxiously, Robinson scores the resulting pinfall...

ONE

TWO

Tremendous Tyler kicks out, allowing an entire arena to breathe a sigh of relief. Unfortunately there's no relief on the horizon for Tyler, as Singleton roughly leads him off the canvas. He contorts Bryant's left arm behind his back, then tucks his head through his right arm. Singleton continues to awkwardly twist his helpless rival by clasping onto his left leg. With Bryant fully under his control, Double S shoots him into the air, then dives backwards. Bryant's arm is snapped against the canvas, and then crushed beneath the descending two hundred thirty pounds of the three time tag team champion.

COLE
I don't even know what to call that move.

COACH
I do. I call it “very freaking painful”!

Simon moves to his feet with his rugged face possessing a scowl as ferocious as a werewolf. He crouches down, arms outstretched like wings of a bird of prey, and drool dribbling from a mouth that vulgarly demands Bryant stand and face him.

COLE
That's a look we don't see too often from Simon, and it can't mean anything good for Tyler. 

The exact second Ty's groggy body plods upright, Singleton pounces with predatory speed. He twirls the boybander around, and before Bryant even has a moment to react, he's being lacerated by a diving lariat! The stiff attack drives Tyler's broken body to the ground, with Singleton landing on top of him a pinning position...

ONE

TWO

Leon Rodez breaks up the fall with an amazingly violent boot to the back of Simon's head. As he watches blood trickle through the unkempt hair of his partner, Ned sees red, and begins to enter the ring to get at Rodez. However he quickly rethinks that course of action when he realizes that Leon is likely to give him the beating of a lifetime. Singleton doesn't seem to suffer from the same bout of cowardice as Ned and engages in a heated argument with the corner based Rodez, frantically pointing to the blood that seeps from his skull.

COLE
I don't think Simon's going to win any apologies from Leon if that's what he's looking for.

After tossing one final insult Rodez's way, Singleton shifts his focus back to his ring based foe. Problematically, his verbal altercation with Rodez granted Tyler enough time to recover his health, and he immediately besieges Simon with knees to the midsection. Unable to stomach the torrent of strikes, Double S frees himself from the assault by Irish whipping Bryant away. Once the teen scream returns to his location, Singleton snakes his legs around his ankles for a drop toe hold. Yet, as he plummets to the canvas Tyler has the wherewithal to slap the outstretched hand of Shayne Brave!

COACH
You see? Leon had his hand out ready for another tag, and he got straight up denied. He ain't never gonna get one! You tag him in, and he might never tag out. Dude is wrong for that.

Unaware that a tag was ever made, Simon is taken by total surprise when Showtime blitzes him with a springboard lariat! As The Video Voyeur struggles to both stand and figure out where the hell Tyler went, his current foe darts to ropes. When he nears Singleton, Showtime soars above his doubled over body, then shoots his legs downward, causing the soles of his boots to smash into Simon's head.

“SHAYNE'S A HOTTIE! SHAYNE'S A HOTTIE!” the girls sing.

The object of the prepubescent love drags Simon off the mat, then stuns him with a succession of elbows. He leaves his foe dazed and wobbly, and heads towards the ropes, returning with a lou thesz press. But his minuscule bodyweight works to his disadvantage, as it permits Simon to catch him in his arms and step backwards into his corner. Moneymaker spots an opportunity for mischief and clutches onto Brave's highlighted hair. From there and he and his lackey work in unison to drive the youngster throat first into the cables!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Incensed at the illegal double-team, not to mention the fact she's been largely unfeatured thus far in the match, Krista jumps into the ring and threatens to mash referee Robinson's face if she doesn't get the camera on her soon... I mean, uh, disqualify The Enterprise. Yeah.

COLE
What, you're not going to call that Coach? An assist from the outside and a hotshot across the top rope, neither legal I might add, to turn the tide of this match. That sound about right to you?

COACH
Yeah, it was rad huh?

As Krista is directed back to the corner, Simon reaches up into his corner looking for a tag from one of his partners. With the ref distracted though, Christian Wright realises there's no point following the rules and is already in the ring, preparing to put the boots to Shayne. So out goes Simon, figuring the effort was good enough.

COLE
Sure enough, referee Robinson beginning to have some problems keeping ten combatants under control with tempers running so high.

Wright drags Shayne to his feet and into the centre of the ring, executing a simple snap suplex. The Natural then calls over the referee as he makes the cover...


1...






2...




Leon breaks the count.

COACH
You know what, maybe Robinson oughta be given some more powers. Like, if somebody continues to jump into the match when they're not legal, he should be allowed to handcuff them to the ropes. Maybe we should give it a trial run tonight.

As Leon is shuffled back off to his corner, another legal tag is made on The Enterprise side, which is just as well as this time Robinson does catch it. In comes the CEO, Theodore Moneymaker, booed on his very arrival into the ring. Already laughing to himself, The Billion Dollar Heir pushes himself up onto the second rope, CW holding the boybander in place as his boss brings down a double axehandle to the small of the back.

MONEYMAKER
:D

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

COACH
There we go, now Teddy's feeling it!

COLE
I'm feeling something too.

COACH
Listen, I know he's an impressive man but still, way too much information buddy.

COLE
I was going to say 'ill', actually.

Moneymaker props the boybander up in order to lay in a bodyshot to the... well, the body. Another couple of quick shots connect, backing Shayne up against the ropes and tempting Teddy into an irish whip. On the rebound, Shayne takes a short elbow flush on the jaw and crashes to the canvas, right in place for a FISTFUL OF DOLLARS~!

COACH
YES! Love that move!

Not quite as enamoured is referee Robinson who cautions Moneymaker for the use of a closed fist. The honourable Mr. Moneymaker innocently claims he used an open palm, to which Robinson reminds him the move is called a 'fistdrop' for a reason. Defeated, Moneymaker shoots him a glare as he drags Brave to his feet again. Setting, Teddy lifts Shayne up high for a back suplex, making the teen heartthrob think it over for a couple of seconds before he finally brings him crashing down to earth! It's all looking very comfortable now for The Enterprise, all smiles and applause as Moneymaker lounges back across Shayne's chest, demanding the count...


1...





2...





No.

Not settling for merely kicking out, Shayne tries straight away to crawl over and make a tag. Moneymaker reacts quickly enough to grab hold of his ankle though, dragging Shayne agonisingly away from his team-mates and into Enterprise territory, where Simon Singleton accepts a foot-tag. Despite the fact his boss has only a tentative hold on the ankle of "Showtime" Shayne, the arrogant Video Voyeur takes his sweet time over entering the ring and dropping a leg across the back of his head, which earns him a little 'peptalk' from The Billion Dollar Heir. Simon's solution? Why, to tell Molly to speed that sequence up in post-production of course! Oh, that wacky Simon Singleton!

Production notes out of the way, Singleton resumes with the wrestling as he catches Shayne on the way up with a knee deep in the abdomen. Simon then loads Shayne up, whipping him across the ring and springing up for a standing dropkick...



...NOBODY HOME! Shayne latches his arm around the top rope and stops his momentum. Realising in mid-air he's in trouble Singleton makes a 'cut' signal with his hand even as he plummets hard to the canvas. And Molly eagerly notes it down, forgetting for a second the predicament her hero is in as Shayne reaches out, tagging in KRISTA!!

"YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

COLE
Here we go!

Vaulting into the ring, Krista stops for a moment having taken even herself by surprise with her athleticism (on high heels no less!). She plays it cool though, naturally, only posing for four-ish seconds to allow the crowd to take in her brilliance before she goes to work. A lucha-libre shoulder bump puts Singleton on the backfoot, giving Krista the extra second to springboard off the middle rope, twisting around and wiping out The Video Voyeur with a crossbody block! Krista springs back to her feet, making a detour in order to pieface all the members of The Enterprise off the apron. All except CPA that is as the faceshove serves only to PO the bigman. Krista remains a step ahead in the brains department though, fooling the bigman into thinking someone's jumped the barrier before dropkicking the former nightclub bouncer in the back, knocking him off the apron and on top of Blanchard and Wright on the floor!

"For real, you one dumb motherfucker." Krista says matter-of-factly...



...forgetting all about Singleton, who sneaks up from behind and knees her in the kidneys. Krista goes tumbling out through the ring ropes, able to catch the middle cable to avoid going all the way to the Garden floor. However, as Singleton is backed away and Krista pulls herself up ready for a springboard, over rushes Theodore Moneymaker. The Billion Dollar Heir aims a Lariat at her shins which is an unorthodox tactic and one K.I.D certainly didn't see coming, her legs getting scythed out from underneath her, causing her to go spiralling forward, FACE-FIRST INTO THE RING APRON!!!

"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

As Krista ends up in a crumpled heap on the arena floor, it's left to poor Charles Robinson to keep the other four members of her team under control.

COACH
Man, that was a NASTY spill Krista just took! That's what you get for wearing heels in a wrestling ring.

COLE
Coach, she got clotheslined off the apron.

COACH
Oh, there's always an excuse isn't there! 'I just got clotheslined officer', 'I only had one drink officer', 'I'm just holding onto it for a friend officer and by the way did you see me in Just My Luck?' The woman's a lush! Deal with it!

Lush or no lush Krista certainly looks punch-drunk as she's deposited back into the ring by The Billion Dollar Heir. Simon rushes over and pulls her away from the ropes, looking to take full advantage as he hops over top and makes the cover...



1...


FEET ON THE ROPES!



2...

MONEYMAKER HOLDS THE FEET!





No!

COLE
That was the most ridiculous cover I've ever seen! There's breaking rules and there's plain desperation. That was the latter.

Singleton jumps to his feet and lays in a couple of stomps on the fallen Miss California (1980 something, don't ask don't tell) before noticing an out-stretched hand being waved his way. Despite being squashed moments earlier by CPA, the sight of the mother of his child prone and hurting is the equivalent of a pain-killer for Ned Blanchard. The Beverly Hills Blonds make the exchange and pull Krista to her feet, sending her off the ropes with a double irish whip before separating. A drop toehold by Simon cuts Krista down and Ned follows up with the point of the elbow to the back of the head to further smush Miss Isadora Duncan's stunning features.

ALIX
:(

D*LUX
:( :(

COACH
Yo, did Leon misplace his penis or something? That made me sad and I hate Krista. Why? Because I'm a man, answer to both sections a and b of that sentence. Where's the sad face Le-Ro?

No sad face. Angry face, sure, as Blanchard takes a hold of Krista's flowing blonde locks and starts grinding her face into the ring canvas like he's juicing a lemon. Referee Robinson soon breaks that up, so Blanchard makes the bold move to go back to wrestling. He pulls Krista up into a camel clutch, just for a second, before tucking forward with a Gedoh Clutch...


1...







2...






Broken up by Leon!!

COACH
For real... handcuffs.

This time Robinson has to physically restrain Leon from getting more involved. Ned isn't taking any chances though, tagging Christian Wright back into the match. Always happy to get his hands on Krista, in rushes Wright, pulling her head off the canvas enough to slam it right back down! Krista checks her nose is still in place in her compact mirror. Until Wright snatches it off of her though, dropping it in the centre of the ring and STOMPING IT INTO A HUNDRED PIECES!!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

"Oh, now it's personal!" warns an irate Alix. "NOW it's PERSONAL!"

Wright goes back on the attack as the referee sweeps the broken glass and casing away. Pushing Krista into a corner, Wright delivers a European Uppercut. Embarrasingly, Krista's voluptious frame absorbs most of the impact, forcing CW to quickly gouge her in the eyes before she can strike back.

COACH
doitagain. please.

Apparantly Wright isn't too familiar with women. Behold, he actually chastises Krista for blocking his strike and telling her, if she's going to get them in the way anyway, he'll just do this...


*SLAP!*

"WHOOOOOOOO!"

...and chops her in the chest!

COACH
ohbabydon'tstopmoving.

COLE
You need help man.

Wright finally ends the foreplay and tries to whip Krista corner to corner. However, Krista manages to reverse the momentum and swing CW into the turnbuckles instead. As Wright hits the buckles, in follows Krista with a diving forearm which crushes The Natural and gives her partners hope of a resurgeance. Unfortunately though, Krista gets a little too confident and instead of tagging she tries coming off the ropes, paying for it via Theodore Moneymaker's knee in her spine.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Off the ropes staggers Krista, right into a recovering CW who lifts her from under the armpits into the WRIGHT OFF!!


1...







2...







KICKOUT!

COLE
Only a two but definately a close one.

COACH
You know, for a four-time Tag Champ, Krista's pretty selfish huh?

COLE
Krista? Selfish? Noooooo, I don't believe that for a no shit sherlock of course she is.

Getting that sinking feeling all of a sudden, Wright decides to get out while the going is good and bring CPA into the match. The bigman marches into the ring, still pissed at being outsmarted earlier. He roughly hauls Krista to her feet and just manhandles the poor lass into a neutral corner, muscling up and POUNDING Krista's ribcage with a heavy bodyshot. That's enough for Krista and she goes foetal against the bottom turnbuckle before the ex-pro boxer can land any more punches.

"KRIS - TA!"
"KRIS - TA!"
"KRIS - TA!"
"KRIS - TA!"

MSG lets the KID hear it and so do D*LUX from the corner. Btw, acronyms are cool. Speaking of which, CPA pulls Krista out of the corner, scooping her into his giant arms and slamming her down by the corner. With a nod to his team-mates he then inexplicably climbs to the middle rope, looking to drop the big elbow...




...and MISSING, woefully!

"YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

COLE
Just not smart.

D*LUX get the crowd a-clapping as Krista now searches for the tag. Crawling on hands and knees she looks up, to find herself crawling towards the wrong corner entirely. And that setback allows the tag to be made on the opposite side, Ned coming in and cutting off Krista with a knee to the back of the head!!

COACH
But he had the presence of mind to get that tag, didn't he? CPA's still a rookie in the grap game don't forget, he'll make a few teensie snaffus now and then sure. But Ned's a vet man, he knows what's up.

Case in point, he gives Leon a shove in the chest, drawing him into the ring and allowing Simon to come in for a doubleteam. The Beverly Hills Blonds quickly set up Krista for another double irish whip. This time they stay side by side and look for the Double Feature Flapjack. Krista is up and over though, leapfrogging the duo and giving them something to remember them by in two firm ASS GRABS~! The Blonds stand bold upright, Simon looking shocked... and even more shocked when Ned turns to him grinning like a chesire cat! Seeing his partner's point, Ned quickly changes expression to a scowl before the two of them turn around in unison, to get flattened by a Quebrada from Krista!! The Garden come unglued as Krista pushes to her feet with four hands being stretched her way.


"Ah hell, my nose [i]is[/i] probably broken..." concedes Krista, before begrudgingly...




...TAGGING IN LEON RODEZ!!!

"YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

COLE
LUKEWARM TAG!!

COACH
Man I hate wrestling.

With Ned in his crosshairs Leon dives into the ring, going right after The Handsome Hustler with a flurry of wild right hands. The New York crowd go wild for the few seconds that lasts, before Singleton attacks from behind. Leon is running on adrenaline right now though and barely feels the ambush from Simon, whipping around and striking him hard in the gut with a rolling sole BUTT. By top and tails, Leon then pitches The Video Voyeur forward, causing him to spear his own partner, The Blonds crashing through the ropes to the floor in one Beverly Hills bundle! Moneymaker despairs on the apron, Mackenzie similarly on the outside, as Christian Wright runs in and makes the scene resemble a kung-fu movie even more by soaring through the ropes with an Enziguri helping him on his way! And just to make the point, Alix jumps into the ring and lets out a shrill war cry while adopting the crane position. Which is just plain odd, until Theodore Moneymaker tries to attack and EATS a crane kick, sending him up and over the top rope with his buddies!!

"Jackie Chan makes me so wet." confides Alix.

"Thanks for that."

"Why? You're not Asian Lee-Lee..." Alix asks dead seriously, not waiting around for an answer as she shoots herself over the top rope AND ROLLING ON TOP OF THE ENTERPRISE GUARTET WITH A SOMERSAULT PESCADO!!

"YYEEEEEEEAAAAAA..."

Unfortunately for Alix, the combined efforts of Wright, Moneymaker, Ned and Simon actually get their stuff together long enough to link arms and CATCH Alix! Leon quickly grabs the ropes and looks to make their teamwork null and void. He needn't worry though, as from out of nowhere, Shayne Brave and Tyler Bryant coming sprinting past him, diving past on opposite side TO CUT DOWN THE ENTERPRISE WITH STEREO TOPÉS!!!!!

"...EEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

COLE
...EEEEAAAAHHHHH indeed! D*LUX taking flight right there and that's uncluttered the ring somewhat.

Left in said ring are Leon and now CPA, making a move towards The Grand Rapids Golden Child. And I mean a real quick move. Leon is still quick enough to move out of the way though, causing CPA to go steamrollering into the D*LUXLeonCOD corner chest first. Staggering out of the turnbuckles, CPA turns around and gets dropped across the knees with an Inverted Lungblower to further knock the breath from his lungs! Cover...


1...






2...






NO!

Back up, Leon plays with fire a little as he draws the ex-boxer into a jab!

A jab!


A jab!



A jab!


Rodez turns, blowing the kiss, before turning back on his heels...



*SMACK!*


...AND GETTING KOed WITH A HUGE RIGHT CROSS!!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

COACH
CPA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT!

Lucky for Rodez, the force of the punch sends him rolling underneath the bottom rope to the floor where he can't be pinned. With an angry grunt, CPA follows after The Silky Smooth One, just as D*LUX had sent Christian Wright back into the ring. Together, D*LUX back Wright up into the ropes with some kicks and some punches before sending him off with an irish whip. The boybanders link arms hoping for a double back elbow. And although they miss with that attempt, they're ready for the double lariat from The Natural, hooking both of his arms and driving him across the knees with the Cowell Movement!

COLE
The tag team specialists have a man isolated, here's the cover, could this do it?


1...







2...






Kickout!

D*LUX pool their resources again and look for another double team on The Natural. After a snapmare by Tyler, the duo come off opposite ropes looking for the stereo dropkicks. However, Tyler's run is impeded by Mackenzie DeCenzo, reaching into the ring and snatching the leg of The Tremendous One! Tyler is distracted by this and so is Shayne, coming to a stop next to Wright who quickly shoots out his legs and wraps Shayne up into a Texas Cloverleaf!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

COLE
Look at this, Tyler distracted! And Shayne Brave is trapped!

COACH
That's how you deal with sexually frustrated white boys, right there! Grind it Mackie!

As Mackie does her level best to keep Bryant occupied, shouts of pain start to pour out of his tag team partner's mouth. Wright sits back on the hold in an attempt to force a quick submission. But Tyler is aware of his partner's predicament and brushes off Mackenzie, turning around...



*SMACK!*


...and landing with a SHINING ENZIGURI on CW!!

"YYEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

As Wright slumps forward and Shayne's legs untangle themselves, Tyler has little time to be pleased with himself over the save. CPA has since rolled back into the ring. And as Tyler turns around to check on his tag partner's condition, he finds a burly bodyguard standing in his way. Standing in his way and lifting him up...





...and then just DECIMATING him with a Front Spinebuster!!!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

COACH
Oh-ho-HO! Whiplash city baby!

COLE
Tyler Bryant's head just bounced off the canvas like a rubber ball right there.

However, with the frenetic pace of the match, CPA doesn't have any time to dwell on his big move. But dwell on it he does and after putting some badmouth down on the fallen boybander, the bigman is warned to turn around by Mackie. By the time he does though, Alix is already up top and soaring towards him, wrapping her perfect pins around his head and taking him over with a Flying Hurricanrana!!!

"YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Inexplicably (par for the course, I realise, but work with me), Alix decides now would be the perfect time to launch into a lengthy song and dance routine. Calling to one of the many people crowded around the timekeeper's table, all of whom have no actual work to be doing, Alix recieves a pre-prepared black cane encursted with sparkling jewels that spell out the name 'ALIX' and starts can-canning, to the delight of the MSG crowd!

"Buh-buh-bahbahbah, buh-buh-bahbahbah, buh-buh-bahbahbah BA... START SPREADING THE NEW... [b]UGH!![/b]"

Unfortunately, a firm knee in the spine from Theodore Moneymaker brings a premature end to her rendition of "New York, New York", whipping the crowd into a frenzy. As Alix goes crashing to the arena floor, Moneymaker makes with the "money fingers" and generally rubs it in the face of the fans.


Watched from across the ring by Krista Isadora Duncan.

COACH
Uh... Teddy. TEDDY! TURN AROUND!

Fortunately for Theo, he's actually facing out on Coach's side of the ring and just about hears what the lowly commentator has to say. Not so fortunately, he hears it just in time to get leg lariated in the face and sent out of the ring in similarly unceremonial fashion.

"KRIS - TA!"
"KRIS - TA!"
"KRIS - TA!"
"KRIS - TA!"

Bending down, Krista picks up the cane Alix had left behind and raises her eyebrows, giving the cane a look that I'm not going to describe because I'm a family man. Well, not really. But I'm bashful. Krista throws the cane onto the announce table and demands Coach and Cole "keep that safe for me", before turning back to the action. However, as everyone seems to have fallen into the habit of, she turns right into an oncoming attack...



*SMACK!*

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

...as Ned Blanchard strikes her in the back of the head with the 90210 Enziguri!

COACH
YO~! She just got straight 90210WNED~!

Blanchard dives on top of Krista like... well, the previous time he dived on top of Krista, eagerly and foaming from the mouth...


1...








2...







SAVE BY LEON!!

Furious, Ned marches to his feet... and comes to a screeching halt when he sees Leon Rodez right in front of his face.

NED
Eep.

Rodez suddenly unloads with right hands on The Handsome Hustler, the red-hot New York crowd turning themselves up yet another few degrees. Backing Ned up, Rodez sends his man for the right and delivers on a HIGH BAAAAAAACK bodydrop!! Ned rolls to his knees and begs off, to which Leon responds with a firm Bionic Elbow to the top of the head. And another. Another. Another. Ned is to his feet by now and still taking elbows, before another whip sends him in. This time, Leon springs up and connects with a Standing Dropkick, almost turning Ned inside out on impact.

RODEZ
COME OOOOOONNNNN!!!

"YYEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

With everyone else down or otherwise pre-occupied, it looks like the match has suddenly come down to Blanchard and Rodez. Which is bad news for Blanchard as he stumbles to his feet. Finding himself by the ropes, Ned realises he needs to turn around and does so, met with a boot to the gut from Leon and set up for the Shiranui...



...NO! Ned manages to push Leon off into the turnbuckles chest first, leading to a collision of heads as Rodez rebounds out unexpectedly.

COLE
Oh! Both men go down, we've got battles all around the ring, people strewn around the ring. This is turning chaotic here, I think the referee has given up on these ten and just said to hell with it, let's let 'em go!

COACH
Much as I hate to admit it, it's the right call.

As Ned checks his teeth are in place, the ladies at ringside realise they have to do something with Leon recovering quickly. Actually, correction. [i]Lady.[/i] With Molly busy recording her man Singleton getting the jeri-curls pounded off of him by Shayne Brave, despite his pained pleas not to I might add and with Mackenzie DeCenzo in dreamland watching Alix and CW going at it, it's left to Jade Rodez to begrudingly take the lead and climb to the ring apron to provide a distraction.

COLE
Aw no. This is one thing the referee should be getting on here, Jade has to get down from there.

Sure enough, Leon's attention is taken, long enough for Blanchard to attack from behind with a double axehandl...NO! Leon sidesteps...




...AND JADE GETS KNOCKED OFF THE APRON TO THE FLOOR!!!!!

"YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

COACH
NO!

COLE
Well, don't say I didn't warn you.

Jade hits the solid Garden ground hard and grabs her tailbone in pain, while Blanchard takes the opportunity to catch her still distracted brother with a desperate Lariat! Down goes Leon in a heap. But Ned simply can't follow up, unable to help himself from rolling out of the ring to check on the fallen Jade.

COACH
Man, have some compassion would you? Jade could be hurt bad.

COLE
We've been down this road before Coach.

COACH
You're a chauvonist is all. At least Ned is a gentleman.

Clearly concerned about Jade's tailbone, Ned tries to help her upright. And gets a good old handful in doing so I might add. Jade clearly doesn't appreciate that and swats Ned's hand from her backside, tending to the sore spot herself. Ned's offer to rub it better gets another swat away from Jade, already angry at basically being groped by The Handsome Hustler.

COLE
Oh yeah, real gentleman.

As Jade continues to nurse her lower back, Ned looks around. Leon is still down and crawling into the ring behind him is Theodore Moneymaker, arms outstretched ready to lock the Silky Smooth One in the Bank Vault. Which is the perfect opportunity for The Handsome Hustler. Reaching into his tights, Ned tries to apologise for his misdemeanour with Jade by flashing a wad of dollar bills in her face.



And it's fair to say, she's not impressed.





[b]*SLAP!!*[/b]


Not impressed at all.

"YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

COLE
ALRIGHT! WAY TO GO JADE!

COACH
:O

Down goes Ned from the thunderous slap, causing Moneymaker to stop dead in his tracks just short of Leon. Away crawls The Silky Smooth One as Moneymaker leans over the ropes and starts to spew a stream of obscenities at Jade for her actions. Jade just takes one long, disgusted look at Moneymaker, before reaching down, collecting up the wad of cash AND TEARING THEM CLEAN IN HALF, THROWING THE REMNANTS IN THE AIR LIKE CONFETTI!!!!!!!

"YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

COACH
OH! OH NO SHE DID NOT! OH NO SHE DID JUST NOT DO THAT!

COLE
I think the deal's off!!

With the MSG crowd going positively wild, the shell-shocked Moneymaker turns around and gets deadlifted up onto the back of Leon Rodez. Walking into the centre of the ring, the beaming Rodez gives some last words to The Billion Dollar Heir, before sitting out, spiking his jaw across his shoulder!!

COLE
BANANA HAMMOCK!!

COACH
NO!

Cover by Leon, Jade counting along...



1...








2...









3!!!!!!

COLE
YES! YES! YES, IT'S OVER!

COACH
This isn't happening. This is all a nightmare, a horrible horrible nightmare...


*DINGDINGDING!*

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BUFFER
Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of this contest... the team consisting of D*LUX, OAOAST Tag Team Champions KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAN and ALIX MARIA SPEZIA... and, "SILKY SMOOTH" LLLLEEEEOOOONN RRRRRRROOOOOOODDEEEEEEZZZZZZZ!!!!!

Stepping over the quivering body of Ned Blanchard, Jade slides into the ring. And after an awkward look exchanged with her brother, the past four months are suddenly forgotten as Leon and Jade embrace in the centre of the ring!!!

"YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

COACH
I think I'm going to be sick Mikey. No fooling, I gotta vomit and hard.

COLE
What a special moment here at AngleSlam 2007! Finally, thank God, Jade Rodez has finally seen the light!! Hallelujah!!

COACH
That should be Ned in those arms damnit!

Having been dragged from the ring, Moneymaker is dragged away by the rest of the disbelieving Enterprise. Blanchard is dragged away too, on the verge of tears and now D*LUX get in on the hugfest, re-united with their manager who is also close to tears and seen mouthing the words "I'm so sorry" over and over again. On the outside of the ring stand Chicks Over Dicks, not getting drawn into the re-uniting process just yet.

COLE
Things continue to go from bad to worse for The Enterprise. No titles and now, they're leverage over these five individuals is gone. All is right with the world, unless you're part of The Enterprise that is.

As The Enterprise make their way through the AS doors, Leon hugs his sister again as we go to...