HD: Team Alix Vs team Krista

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we'll try seperating the entrance from the match again!

BUFFER
Ladies and gentlemen November Reign continues to Reign, because it is time for our mainevent of the evening.....a TEN PERSON SURIVOR SERIES ELIMINATION MATCH!

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[size="2"][b]VS[/B][/size]
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[b][color="#FF0000"]WHIRRR[/color]
[color="#800080"]WHIRRR[/color][/b]
[i]Doctor, doctor, give me the news
I've got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I've got a bad case of lovin' you [/i]

Bellow the frantic flowing of the red ambulance lights, the entrance doors rip apart, allowing The Love Doctors, clad in bright orange tights that shamelessly cling to their “medical instruments”, to step into full view of the Portland audience. Moving in flawless synchronization, they delicately and alluringly glide their fingers down proud, muscular chests, to sexy washboard abs, and right to the two pieces of hardware the majority of women would love to have inside their toolbox. Unfortunately the ladies' chances to be lost in fantasies of playing doctor with the two hunks falls by the wayside, when the much less attractive Vinny Valentine and Tony Tourettes rush onto the scene! Oblivious to the fact that people are actually offering him money to put a shirt on, Vinny V busts out a disco dance that wasn't even cool in 1975. With the moment ruined, The Docs can only trudge down the apron, trying to distance themselves from their creepy cohorts.

COACH
Forget Robert Palmer they shoulda come out to Undertaker's old themesong. DEAD MAN WALKING! These dudes is done for!

BUFFER
Now making their way to the ring, representing team Krista, introducing first being accompanied by his cousin Tony Tourette, he is from Brooklyn, New York, the Disco Duck, VINNY VALENTINE! And his partners from The Windy City, Doctor Max Anderson,  Doctor Steven Pigley...THE LOVE DOCTORS!

As the trio climb the steel steps into the ring, Maroon 5's smash hit replaces The Doc's old school track.

[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]

Like lava from a volcano, an army of teenage girls erupts from their seats in anticipation for Shayne Brave's arrival. Floods of tears rush down their heavily massacred faces, while they profess an undying love and admiration for the six man champion. Showtime certainly doesn't disappoint, leaping through the parted entrance doors with enough energy to light the entire state. His elegantly decorated denim jacket crumples to the floor, ripped away in an exuberance that sees him dart to each side of the entry way to whip his fanbase into further frenzy.

COACH
This sad clown, who ain't got it through his head that he and his boy, Tyler, is crushing on a butch lez, actually volunteered to be on this team! To quote King from [i]Platoon[/i], “You signed up for this shit?!”, and to quote Junior from the same film “Damn, youse a stupid motherfucker!” 

BUFFER
And their partner, from Motown, he weighed in at one hundred eighty three pounds, he is one third of the OAOAST six man champions....SHOWTIME SHAYNE BRAVE!

Aided by blinding speed, Shayne rushes down the ramp, making sure to slap hands with the legion of audience members in the front row. He then slides into the ring, where he receives his biggest pop yet.

"[b][size="3"][font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA![/color][/font][/size][/b]"

I like them [size=3][font="Arial Black"]black[/font][/size] girls
I like them [size=3][font="Arial Black"][color="#808080"]white[/color][/font][/size] girls
I like them [color="#FFFF00"][font="Arial Black"][size=3]asian[/size][/font][/color] girls
I like them [color="#000000"][font="Arial Black"][size=3]mixed[/size][/font][/color] [color="#FF0000"][size=3][font="Arial Black"]raced[/font][/size][/color] girls
I like them [size=3][font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]sp[/color][color="#FFFF00"]an[/color][color="#FF0000"]ish[/color][/font][/size] girls
I like them [size=3][font="Arial Black"][color="#00FF00"]ita[/color][color="#FF0000"]lian[/color][/font][/size] girls
I like the [size=3][font="Arial Black"][color="#0000FF"]fr[/color][color="#FF0000"]ench[/color][/font][/size] girls
And I like [size=3][font="Arial Black"][color="#000080"]Scandanavian[/color][/font] [/size]girls

A tidal wave of stunningly beautiful black, white, Asian, and mixed race, girls, wash ashore on the entrance stage, all dressed to impress (and undress) in nurse outfits. Repeated flashes of blue, purple and pink spotlights lights showcase gyrating hips, flexing svelte bodies, and long legs that turn and twist with the tempo of the bouncing music From a raised camera angle it almost looks like fairies fluttering through the magical garden of Shakespeare's [i]Mid summer night's dream[/i]. At the very center of this lush jungle of female beauty, stands the most captivating creature of all, Krista Isadora Duncan. The camera ventures up from glossy high heels, towards tanned legs that disappear into an ever-so-tight ever-so-short micro-mini black skirt, and full firm breasts that bulge out a rhinestone encrusted halter top. Suddenly Krista becomes the center of a small universe, fawned over by the array of lovely dancers. However, she puts on a mask of arrogance, smirking with indifference as she pushes them away, and heads down the ramp.

BUFFER
And the team captain, from Los Angeles, California, she is a best selling author, a fitness queen, and star of the world famous FIT with KID line of exercise videos, she is Miss California Krista Isaodra Duncan!

[i]I Get [b]All[/b] The Girls
I Get [b]All[/b] The Girls 
I Get [b]All[/b] The Girls 
I Get [b]All[/b] The Girls[/i]

The ramp has undergone a significant metamorphisis, its cold emotionless steel flooring is now carpeted by resplendent pink and red glitter that sparkles wonderfully into the night. In an occurence reminiscent of a Paris runway, fashion photographers and journalists, all dressed in the same black dress shirts and slacks, work tirelessly to capture the image of Krista strutting along this majestic décor with the grace and style of a supermodel. As wind machines playfully blow her flowing blond locks in front her entrancing face, the photographers trail her path creating a whimsical light show with the roving pink and purple spotlights. Once she reaches the end of the ramp, her hands fall to her slender hips, and her face tilts backwards, bathing in the wind machine's touch while she beams and arresting smirk into the camera.

COLE
Broken heart or not, Krista knows how to do things in style! And that may come in handy tonight, because her team seems to be sorely lacking in substance. And of course, there's Mackenzie DeCenzo to blame for her bad draw. But, I think the question here tonight is how are Alix and Krista going to be able to fight each other if it comes down to that?

Krista's team welcomes her into the ring with open arms. Quite literally, which is not good because Tony Tourette smells like he's been humping cow shit.

[i][b][font="Comic Sans MS"][color="#2E8B57"]I'm the teacher and you're the student
Pay attention and I'll show you how we do it!![/color][/font][/b]

[size="3"][font="Arial Black"][color="#FF00FF"]SHOUT![/color][/font][/size]
[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]YEAH![/color][/font]
[b]Get off your ass and dance[/b]
[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]OH YEAH![/color][/font]
[b]Forget about romance,[/b]
[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF00FF"]YEAH![/color][/font]
[b]and you can come here for the party![/b] [b]Come along[/b]
[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF00FF"]YEAH![/color][/font]
[b]Play my favorte song [/b]
[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]OH YEAH![/color][/font]
[b]The one that turns me on,[/b]
[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF00FF"]YEAH![/color][/font]
[b]and you can come[/b] [b]here for the party![/b]
[b][size="4"][font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]Shout![/color][/font][/size][/i][/b]

[size="3"][font="Arial Black"][b]
[color="#FF0000"]YEAAAA...[/color]..BOOOOO![/b][/font][/size]

Why the sudden change of emotion for an audience that was once delighted to see Alix Maria Spezia? Because the competitor they actually see first is the khaki pants outfitted Christian Wright, smugly gazing at an audience that despises him so much.  Moneymaker takes position at his right, chuckling at the storm of anger that builds in the arena. Towering behind them stands Christopher Patrick Allen, cigar in mouth, and bouncing back and forth in his black MMA style trunks. Pushing his way to the front of the group is Biff Atlas, tiny aquamarine trunks showing off a slender underwear model worthy body. Bringing up the rear is Mackenzie DeCenzo, her magnificent figure enhanced by a tight beaded evening gown. Attired in an ass-tastic pair of black booty shorts decorated by a small pink skull, a skimpy pink tube top, and matching pink headband, Alix clings onto Mackenzie's arm, almost as if she were pleading for a way out the match.

COLE
In two weeks The Enterprise has gone from being the single most cohesive company in the OAOAST, to the most dysfunctional in history. And it all centers around Alix Maria Spezia and Mackenzie DeCenzo. I don't know what's going to happen, but my prediction is that a company where one member wants two others tarred and feather, and another wants to exploit one member for every dollar she's worth, is not long for this world.

As Buffer makes his announcement, the camera captures Krista's blue eyes taking sad, longing looks towards her lost lover, Alix. The brunette tries to avert her gaze, instead burying her head within Mackenzie's streaming blond hair.

BUFFER
And the opponents! Introducing first from Venice Beach, California, he weighed in at two hundred twenty pounds, he is Mr. Recyclable NRG, and Bono's Favourite Wrestler, BIFF ATLASSSSSSSSSS! And from Vero Beach, Florida, weighing in at two hundred thirty seven pounds, he The Billion Dollar Heir , The CEO of The Enterprise, and TSM's largest investor, THEODORE MONEYMAKKERRR! From Youngstown, Ohio, weighing in at a  muscled two hundred eighty pounds, CHRISTOPHER PATRICK ALLEN! Now residing in The Nation's Capital, Washington D.C., he weighed in at 8 1/3 bars of gold, he is The Natural Christian Wright! And the team captain, from Los Angeles, California, she is the CEO of Miss Spezia's sweeties, and The Enterprise's Head Of Technical Tactics Identifying Excellence, or HOTTIE for short, The Hollywood Bad Girl, ALIX MARIA SPEZIAA! Together they are TEAM ALLIIXXXX!

The announcement of Alix's name allows the audience to end their onrush of boos with a raucous ovation. But that's not enough to quell Alix's nerves, and she continues to cling onto Mackenzie while trying to avoid eye contact with Krista. Not overly concerned with Alix's feelings, Christian Wright orders her to stay out of the way for the course of the match. 

COLE
I just can't believe that Mackenzie would willingly remain associated with a group that frankly despises her to the point where they wish her an eternity in hell? Is Moneymaker's cash that powerful?

Very eager to impress a certain billionaire, Biff heartily volunteers to begin the contest for his team, even pushing his way past Allen, who had deemed himself the starter. Though Allen isn't fond of Biff's  behavior, he can only bite his tounge and return to the ring apron at Moneymaker's orders. Across the way, Vinny Valentine anoints himself as the starter without any input from his teammates.

[Patty O'Green 0]

DING DING DING

Valentine strides towards Biff for a lockup. However, Atlas has little intentions on starting the contest on even footing and smashes his boot into his foe's midsection. As Vinny's blubber jiggles wildly from the assault, Biff snatches him into a side headlock. After a quick nod of satisfaction towards Moneymaker, Biff flings the disco duck over with a headlock takedown. Vinny crashes into the canvas with a thud, and his neck snaps awkwardly against Biff's grip. Despite this, he's able to kip up and power his way out the hold. Unfortunately he doesn't succeed in doing much more then that, as Atlas delivers an insulting smack to his cheek! Biff then punishes Vinny with a round of clubbing forearms. The shots sting mightily, and weaken Valentine to his knees, as he struggles to escape the raw power of his rival. His venture takes him towards the ropes, where he's forced to tighten his hand around the middle cable in order to support himself. But Biff makes these efforts futile ones by clubbing Vinny  down to the mat. With Valentine crippled by the strikes, Atlas drops on top of him for a pin that's scored by Charles Robinson.....

ONE!

TWO!

But Vinny kicks out, drawing applause from The Docs and Shayne, and wonderement from Krista, who can't quite figure out why John Travolta is on her team.

Atlas scrapes Vinny off the mat by his gaudy pants, and shoots him into a neutral corner.  The disco machine manages to stave off a nasty collision with the ring posts by clamping down on the ropes and skidding his snakeskin boots to a halt. Apparently he finds this to be a noteworthy achievement as evidenced by his decision to turn to the audience and ask,

“IF YOU LIKE DISCO MUSIC THEN LET VINNY V HEAR YA!”

[img=http://www.tscherald.com/assets/images/Disco_stu.jpg]
“Disco Stu likes Disco Music!”

Biff obviously is no fan of the disco, as evidenced by the fact that he smashes Valentine's body into the ropes with a bodysplash. While Vinny slumps to the canvas as though he's been hit by a bullet train, Atlas begins going through a tai-chi routine to keep him closer to mother earth.

“CUM SERVICING SLUT QUEENS!” Tony screams, which somehow Krista takes as an invitation to jump off the apron and try and leave.

“Miss Krista, where are you going?” Shayne asks.

“I'm going to go drink the beers required to make that dude's gimmick entertaining.”

Pleased by his decimation of Vinny, Biff tags in Mister Moneymaker, and even goes as far as to hold open the ropes for the Billion Dollar Heir. While, Moneymaker may get the royal treatment from the former NRG member, the capacity crowd is much less warm and their hatred comes fast and heated.

[b][color="#A0522D"]“MONEYMAKER SUCKS! MONEYMAKER SUCKS! MONEYMAKER SUCKS!”[/color][/b]

“SILENCE!” Christian screams, and of course gets the exact opposite of the word he called for.

Paying no mind to the rantings of the audience, Moneymaker saunters into the ring with an elbow drop with Vinny's name on it. Unfortunately that Vinny must not have the last name Valentine, as the disco duck manages to slide away from the incoming bomb. Moneymaker's arm slams off the canvas, etching a look of deep frustration onto his rugged facial features. Having little desire to cross a billionaire, Vinny quickly scurries to his corner and allows Doctor Stephen Pigley into the affair.

Pigley attempts to make a flashy entrance into the affair by launching a slingshot cross body block at his rival. But Moneymaker is well prepared for the assault, and Pigley lands harmlessly into his arms. What's not so harmless for the studmuffin is the fall forward slam Moneymaker punishes him with! Crushed beneath the massive girth of the tycoon, Pigley hollers out in pain, painting a toothy grin across Moneymaker's face. 

“MONEY TALKS, BULLSHIT WALKS!” Moneymaker bellows as he bounds towards the ropes. When he reaches the cables, he swipes Brave with a cheapshot, and as the fans jeer his audacity he storms back with his fist angled for Pigley's handsome face. Without giving the buff stud a second to sheild his features, Moneymaker's body screams downward and smashes the doc with the [b][color="#ADFF2F"]Fistful of Dollars[/color][/b]

[b]“BOOOOOOO!”[/b]

Robinson warns against Moneymaker's usage of a closed fist, but encounters the trouble of Mackenzie trying to convince him that it was more of a one-handed downward mongolion chop full of dollars then a fistful. Moneymaker doesn't seem overly concerned with the admonishments, and instead peacocks about the ring, singing, “CHING-CHA-CHING-CHA-CHING MONEY LOVES ME AND I LOVE IT! CHING-CHA-CHING-CHA-CHING, THERE'S NO ONE IN THE WORLD THAT I LOVE MORE!  CHING-CHA-CHING-CHA-CHING I'D SELL MY OWN SOUL FOR A DOLLAR OR FOUR!”

Worried, Alix looks to Mackenzie, “Uh, does he do that often?”

“Usually he does it in poetry format. And BUTT  naked.”

Done with his mini-concert, and thankfully fully clothed, Moneymaker drapes his arm across Pigley's chest for a pinfall...

ONE!

TWO! 

However, Pigley shoots his shoulder upward! Hastily, he pulls himself off the canvas, but finds no moment to attack, thanks to the carefully timed punches Moneymaker lays into his shredded stomach. Having been quickly weakened by the powerful attacks, Pigley can't prevent the heir to the Moneymaker fortune from snagging him into a front facelock. And as Moneymaker drags him into the sky for a vertical suplex, all he can do is brace for an impact that turns out to be monumentally painful! 

COACH
Even the most basic moves look sweeter when their done by a billionaire!

Moneymaker peels his foe off the canvas, and shoots him into the ropes. Once the MD makes his return, Moneymaker's golden boot plants itself into his midsection. The affects of the attack are crippling, doubling Pigley over and leaving him paralyzed. The moneyed man takes quick advantage of Pigley's weakened state, grabbing onto his neatly parted hair and simply slamming him backwards to the canvas. The detestable move is cause for celebration from the Yale alum, as he parades around the ring, performing his infamous money fingers gesture.

[color="#8B0000"][b]“MONEYMAKER SUCKS! MONEYMAKER SUCKS! MONEYMAKER SUCKS!”[/b][/color]

After scowling at the audience, Moneymaker attempts a second pinfall...

ONE!

TWO!

But, Pigley kicks out and pays for it with no less then eight punches to his handsome face. Leaving Pigley behind to attend to a nearly broken nose, Moneymaker retreats his corner to bring his trusted bodyguard, Christopher Patrick Allen into the contest.

COLE
And here comes CPA, who has quietly put together an amazing won-loss record in 2007. And now he may loudly and violently dismantle Pigley in about seven seconds!

As Pigley unsteadily rises to his feet, Allen aims to do just that, by throwing a lariat towards his head. The doctor regains enough of his wits to shoot bellow the oncoming strike and speed towards the ropes. The cables spit him back towards CPA far faster then he would've liked, preventing him from offering an offensive strike which leads to his downfall at the hands (or feet) of a big boot! Plummeted backwards to the canvas, Pigley emits a steady stream of anguished groans as his teammates (well four of them at least), begin a much needed attempt to rally him to victory.

“OINK! OINK! OINK!” they chant, while Krista contemplates the logistics of executing a triple homicide.

“Come on Miss Krista, let's here you oink!” Shayne implores her.

“I'd sooner sleep with [i]you[/i] then oink on national television.”

SHAYNE
[img=http://www.websmileys.com/sm/happy/059.gif]

“Errrrr....OINKOINKOINKOINK! MOOO! MOOO! QUACK! QUACK!” she spews.

Krista's decision to support him rather then risk sleeping with Zac Effron's biggest fan, provides Doctor Pigley with all the encouragement he needs to battle upright. Unfortunately for him, that encouragement does nothing to hinder the burly bodyguard from steamrolling him with a thunderous shoulder tackle! 

“SCROTUM FACED SHIT BUBBLE!” Tony hollers.

Noticing Krista's reaction to his cousin Vinny tries to make peace. “Uh, he has a disease.”

“And I have a gun.”

Back in the ring, Pigley slowly rises off the canvas. In spite of his considerable anguish, he tries to go on the attack by shooting his black boot towards the ex-boxer's midsection. But, Allen catches hold of his foot, and with a primitive snarl throws it back to the canvas. The simple counter pushes Pigley dangerously off balance, and he's left helpless as CPA mutilates him with a lariat! Quite happy with his thorough drubbing of his weak opponent, Allen celebrates with a round of shadow boxing. Upon finishing that bit of showmanship, Allen applies the tag to mother earth's favorite son, Biff Atlas.

COACH
Pigley bout to get dat ass swung on by an ol environmentally conscious nigga!

Eying down Pigley much the same way a gluttonous lion eyes down his prey, Atlas patiently waits for his rival to rise. Once he does,  Bono's Favourite Wrestler charges with full steam, leaping into the sky to strike down his foe with the [b][color="#4169E1"]Polar Knee Cap[/color][/b] (running high knee). Pigley is bowled over by the trademark strike, and instantly clutches a face that has swelled towards deep purple hues. 

Not content with one nature-themed move, the former nutrition guru agilely hops onto the highest cable for his pattended [b]earthsault[/b]. Before dismounting his roost the Biffster offers the viewing world a timely public service announcement, “AMERICA, GIVE A HOOT, PLEASE DON'T POLLUTE!”

While the OAOAST brass wonders if they fired the wrong NRG member, Biff rockets through the skies with a graceful moonsault. Unfortunately, midway through his descent, his grey eyes observe his enemy slowly rolling out of position. Suddenly panic stricken, Biff adjusts course on his descent, and barely succeeds in landing on his aquamarine boots. The unexpected landing moves him slightly off balance, which provides Pigley with a perfect opportunity to tag in Doctor Anderson!

COLE
Paging Doctor Anderson!

The doctors of doctornomics pair up on Atlas, each taking an arm and thrusting him into the ropes. Whatever feeling of gusto and bravado they were operating under are immediately annihilated by Atlas, as he returns to floor Pigley with a polish hammer. Watching his partner topple to mat draws rage onto Anderson's face, and he attempts to unleash his anger on his rival with a straight left. But Biff moves far to fast for the doctor, and zooms towards the ropes. They spit him back like a bat out of hell, and he easily mows down Anderson with a spear!

COACH
[b]The Al GOORREE!![/b]

As Moneymaker and Wright applaud his performance, Atlas hooks the leg for a pin...

ONE

TWO

But the snakeskin shoes of Vinny Valentine break up the pinfall. More annoyed, then angered by Valentine's interference, Biff casually rids himself of the disco maniac with a spine buster. Not bothering to pay the colorless corpse of Vinny a second glance, Atlas returns his attention back to Anderson and bounces off the ropes in preparation for another spear. As the dazed figure of the doc staggers off the canvas, Biff lowers his shoulder to lacerate his foe. But, much to his surprise and dismay, the good doctor slides out the way, and Atlas is left to destroy his shoulder against the steel ringposts.

“OOOOOH!”

Hollering for assistance, Biff stumbles away from his accident scene. He's desperate to apply a tag with his team, but as he turns to meet the waiting hand of Christian, he's dragged down by Pigley's rollup!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!!
[b]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eliminated: Biff Atlas
Eliminated by: Max Anderson (pinfall)
Advantage: Team Krista, 5-4
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/b] 
At a loss for words to explain how he got eliminated by one half of a tag team that's won two matches in two years, a dejected Biff sulks to the backstage area. The audience gives Doctor Anderson a decent sized applause, but still aren't overly convinced the male members of Team Krista are anything but deadweight.

COLE
Just the fact that Team Krista has scored an elimination by someone other then the woman herself is cause for great celebration.

COACH
Yo, I ain't trynna dis Biff nothing, but he could've just as easily been an alternate for Team Krista. Moneymaker, you a billionaire, shoulda just paid Chris Stevens to be the fifth man.

Disturbed by the fact that he won't see his predicted clean sweep, Moneymaker gruffly orders Wright into the ring to destroy the MD. Just as eager to see Team Krista's expected destruction as his boss, Wright throws himself over the ropes. But, he has little time acclimate himself to the ring before he's put under attack by punches from the muscle stud. Quickly weakened by the strikes, Wright is hurled into a neutral corner. His back skids off the turnbuckles, and he's dizzeledly staggered back towards Doc Anderson, who flattens him with a kobashi spinning back fist! 

COLE
Now, Team Krista is cooking!

COACH
Two moves, one a rollup and the other a little twirling slap, after eight solid minutes of beatings is not what I would call cooking. 

Anderson tediously hauls his verbose foe off the mat, and traps him into a front facelock, setting up a vertical suplex.  But before Wright's Brooks Brothers shoes can even leave the floor, he reverses  Anderson's efforts into a suplex of his own! The studmuffin's attractive figure crunches into the canvas, drawing concerned gasps from several female audience members. Unwilling to yield on his assault, CW brings Anderson to his feet, then promptly drives him backwards with his second suplex. Rather then seek the customary third suplex, The Natural floats over for a pinfall....

ONE

TWO

Anderson shoots his shoulder off the canvas, a gutsy show of resiliency that earns him a face to face meeting with Wright's dress shoes. Eventually, Wright grabs onto Anderson's  meticulously gelled hair and roughly hauls him to his feet. He twists Anderson's arm behind his back and slides his head through his right arm. CW continues to contort his rival by gripping hold his left leg. With the MD fully under his control, The Natural lifts him into the air, then dips sideways. Doctor Anderson's arm is snapped against the canvas, and then crushed beneath the descending two hundred  twenty five pounds of the former HI-YAH world champion.

[font="Arial Black"][color="#CD853F"][b]“CHRISTIAN SUCKS! CHRISTIAN SUCKS! CHRISTIAN SUCKS!”[/b][/color][/font]

COACH
The Enterprise is back to beastin on these suckas.  Biff Atlas hit a bump in the road, but this match has been all Team Alix the time.

The object of the fans' intense hatred drags Doctor Anderson off the canvas, and stuns him with a succession of body blows. With the ex-stripper dazed by the attacks, Wright is able to foist him onto his shoulders for the [b][color="#006400"]Bank Roll[/color][/b] (Rolling Fireman's Carry )

“Cower, pesants, your master has readied the bankroll!” Wright gloats.

Informing your foe of your next move? Not a good idea. Informing him of it in words that involve more then two syllables? An even worse idea, as it provides Anderson with more then enough time to glide down Wright's back and snatch him into rear waistlock. Wright tries with great desperation to pry Doctor Anderson's death grip away from his stomach, but its too little too late, and the Windy City native upends him with a German suplex!

“Egads, my neck!” Wright moans just moments after crashing into the floor.

“I once stole a bra from sears because my mom wouldn't let me have one. I wrapped it around a  telephone pole and practiced uhooking it, while I whispered sweet nothings into its ear. I made America's funniest home videos .” Alix states

Mackenzie wonders, “Alix, honey, what does that have to do with anything?”

“Nothing, I thought we were just swapping stories. Didn't realize this was all about Christian day! Sorry!”

“Silence, you dolt!” Wright barks back.

“Dolt? At least I'm smart enough to have sex with women! Hmph! What are you doing here anyway, shouldn't you be at the West Hollywood Y bobbing for boyfriends?”

“ARGH!” He screams ferociously. Against any desire for teamwork in his body, he charges his annoying partner, ready to smash her into oblivion. Unfortunately his path to Alix encounters deathly roadblock in the form of an Anderson Spinebuster from the doctor of love!  While Alix laughs at Wright's misfortune, and Mackenzie tries not to, Anderson delights the non-lesbians by gyrating that heavenly body.

COACH
Love Doctors is terrible. Type of  generic ass jobbers that make me wish Doctor Jesus got up in they mamas' womb with a golden coat hanger.

The voices of the cheering females are raised several octaves, as the little girls in attendance are delighted to see Shayne Brave tagged into the affair. However, they're far less pleased to watch him be eye raked by a suddenly recuperated Christian Wright. As the grade school contingent douses him with hatred, he snaps the cute boybander's arm down with an arm lock, then drags him into his corner. Despite the fact that there exists a large number of fans calling for Alix's arrival into the bout, Wright completely ignores his captain and slaps hands with Mister Moneymaker.  

[b][color="#FFA500"]“DEATH TO MONEYMAKER! DEATH TO MONEYMAKER!”[/color][/b]

While the billion dollar heir steps into the ring, Wright fastens Brave into a side russian leg sweep position. From there, Moneymaker positions himself behind the fresh faced youngster, and reaches over his shoulder to tighten his hands around his chin. Once Moneymaker's barks the signal, Wright rips himself and Brave backwards. The mogul follows suit, sinking to the canvas to batter Brave with a neckbreaker! Right as Showtime slides off his attackers' bodies, the little girls cry as if they just found out Hannah Montana was canceled.  Moneymaker, on the other hand, finds Shayne's agony quite comical, and chuckles loudly as he pins him...

ONE

TWO

Brave forcefully kicks out!

“YEAAAAAAA!”

Clutching his sore neck, Showtime Shayne pulls his figure off the mat. But he lifts himself directly into a boot to his thin stomach. Caught off guard by the strike, he stumbles awkwardly until wrestling's richest man traps him into place with an underhook. The adored teen idol is then ripped off his feet and smashed into the mat with a double arm suplex. Moneymaker then halts any possibilities of resurgence by pinning down Brave with his exquisitely decorated gold boots.  Once he's assured the teenyboppin cutie is subdued, he charges towards the ropes, and returns to plant a Hogan-esque leg drop onto the teenybopper's throat! As Brave gasps for his rapidly fleeting air, Moneymaker continues his mocking of VH1 reality stars, by performing Hogan's famous ear cup routine. 

[b][color="#FFA500"]“DEATH TO MONEYMAKER! DEATH TO MONEYMAKER!”[/color][/b]

Having grown bored with beating on a teenager half his size, The Enterprise CEO tags Christian Wright back into the affair. 

COLE
Is there a reason they're not tagging in their own team captain??

COACH
Uh, maybe because they hate her guts, and are only tagging with her 'cause  SuperLez Mackenzie made them. 

CW renters the ring in a flourishing velocity so fast that  Shayne scarcely has a moment to register his charge before a running knife edge chop slams brutally into his chest! 

Krista tries to rally her hanger-on/stalker, “Come on, Shayne! You can do it! Cling to hope like Amy Winehouse claims to her final shred of dignity!”

Heaving for breath, Brave courageously attempts to fight to his feet. But the task is made all but impossible when CW awkwardly bends his arm forward, and hooks Showtime's elbow underneath his shoulder. Reveling in Shayne's cries, the DC native attaches his hands to his black arm bands and presses down, generating more pressure. Brave spends a monumental amount of energy to break free, screaming and yelling while he tries to pull Wright's hand away from his. But, The Natural counteracts these efforts by straddling the boybander's skinny body, making escape a hugely difficult task. Without any hope of shredding Wright's vice grip, Brave is forced to use an especially dirty tactic. He drives his finger deep into CW's onyx eyes, earning a pained roar from Wright, but also earning his freedom. As the crowd continues to root him on, Showtime rushes towards the cables. Upon his return, the wordy grappler crushes all his momentum with a standing spear. He follows that signature hold up with a quick pin... 

ONE

TWO

But, Brave kicks out, pleasing the fanbase, but enraging Wright. He rips Brave off the canvas by his highlighted locks, and punishes him with another arm wrench. Brave emits a pained yelp, but his agony quickly grows worse as The Natural pulverizes the limb with a single arm DDT. Wright's highly pleased by his dominant performance, and signifies his strength by beating his fist into his chest.

“WE LOVE SHAYNE! WE LOVE SHAYNE!” the little girls sing, trying to get him to remember what he's fighting for. Actually Shayne is fighting for the hot lesbian on the ring apron, who's trying her hardest to distract Wright.  Bubblegum pink lips curved into charming smirk, Krista leans over the ropes, allowing Wright's widened eyes to rollick through the sweet valley of flesh that is her fabulously large twin peaks. 

“Hey, handsome, if you think these are impressive. How about I rip off my clothes and give you the type of lapdance Moneymaker's sister usually charges fifteen dollars or a brick of cocaine for in the alley behind Jack N The Box?”

MONEYMAKER
[img=http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs19/f/2007/258/1/2/swearing_by_8BitLoser.gif]

There's no honor amongst thieves and there seems to be no honor amongst guys who may have been breast fed for too long as child, because Wright predictably takes Krista's jiggling bait. But, as always is the case with Krista's fleshy trickery of Christian, Mister Wright is left with a serious case of blue balls and a major league headache thanks to the running bulldog Showtime Shayne strikes him with! 

“YEAAAAAA!”

COLE
Shayne just driving Christian Wright to the mat, and making a major play for his team.

COACH
That had nothing to do with his team, he just wanted to cut in line with for the lap dance!

Coach may have point, but Shayne acts like a perfect gentlemen, performing a minor miracle in keeping his gaze off her chest, as he brings his celeb-crush into the match!

[size="5"][font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]“YEAAAAAAA!”[/color][/font][/size] the huge colors mean they like her! Less enamored with her presence is Mackenzie DeCenzo, who becomes even more disturbed when she notices a distinct gleam sparkling in Alix's eyes. 

Showing why she may be the only wrestler ever nominated for an Emmy, Krista cranks on the faux-tears of joy, and with arms reaching towards the roaring audience, pours her heartout  to them, “I haven't had an orthodox career, and I've wanted more than anything to have your respect. The first time I didn't feel it, but this time I feel it, and I can't deny the fact that you like me, right now, you like me! You really like me!”

“Uh, Krista?” Stephen notes.

“Huh? Oh.”

SUPERKICK TO WRIGHT!

“Now where we? Ah, yes, Romeo and Juliet Act IV, scene 1. I begin. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? That villain cousin would have killed my husband. My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband.”

Alix can't help but crack a soft smile at the fact that her ex-girlfriend has actually halted a match to recite classic English literature. Her current girlfriend? Not so amused. And her white heels quickly elevated her to the ring apron, where she appears ready to give Krista a piece of her mind.

Krista comments, “Well, well, look what the cat, cleaned up, bathed, lipsticked, exfoliated, mascaraed, manicured, face lifted, tummy tucked, liposuctioned, Guccied up and dragged in. What's that? Are ya saying something to me? Sorry I'm not fluent in filthy skank. Someone tell Moneymaker's sister to leave the glory hole and come and translate!”

MONEYMAKER
[img=http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs19/f/2007/258/1/2/swearing_by_8BitLoser.gif]

Robinson joins Alix in trying to convince a heated Mackenzie to depart the ring apron. This massive distraction of having to calm the fury of a woman scorned, allows The Enterprise's director of security to sneak into the affair. He grabs Krista by the arm and shoots her into the ropes. When the blond beauty makes her return his elbow swings out in order to mangle her fetching features. But the plodding blow never comes close to reaching her, as she ducks bellow his mammoth arm. Her four hundred dollar heels journey her to the ring ropes, and she leaps on top of them, using them as a launching pad to spring board back at her rival. Allen tries to swat her out of the air, but again meets with failure, when her arms noose around his neck, and crush him into the canvas with an inverted ddt.

[size="2"][b][font="Arial"][color="#FF0000"]“KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!”[/color][/font][/b][/size]

“Hey, I did that in heels, you can at least use a fancier font.”  

[color="#FF8C00"][b][size="3"][font="Times New Roman"]“KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!”[/font][/size][/b][/color]

Exasperated by the constant torment from his eternal archenemy, Moneymaker enters the fray to gain a whiff of revenge. Unfortunately all he gains is a whiff of her Valentino rock n rose perfume, as the fitness queen runs himover with a crowd thrilling high flipping lariat. Seemingly as delighted by the attack as the audience is Alix Maria Spezia, who does her best to try and hide her happiness for Krista's performance. But, Krista doesn't have any time notice the pleasure she's brought Alix, due to the fact that CPA has returned to life with a discus punch. Once more, Allen's movements are unbelievably slow, and the foxy mama easily rolls beneath his spinning frame. Her lovely legs then put her on the attack by whipping around, and smashing him with a wheel kick. However, the shot fails to floor Allen, and he remains upright, wobbling like the world's largest punching bag. This isn't much of problem for Krista; the buxom covergirl and she snakes her arms around his thick neck, and launches her body forward, leaving his unprotected face to collide with the mats at the hands of the [font="Arial Black"][color="#FFFF00"]Blonds Never Pay a Cover[/color][/font](side effect)

[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF0000"]“KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!”[/color][/font]

Cheers quickly degenerate into boos, once the fans watch Wright shove (or ass grab if we're being frank) Krista to the canvas.  But if there were any chance for Wright to earn payback on his long time scourge, its dumped to the wayside by the Love Doctors, who blast him with a double lariats! As the fans cheer their treatment of Wright, Steven (I always thought it was Stephen!) shoots  The Natural's testicles into his chest cavity with a deliriously painful atomic drop.

COACH
Safe to say Wright won't be able to fall for anymore of Krista's tricks for a while. 

While Pigley keeps a whining Wright locked into place, Anderson builds up steam by running the ropes. Unable to break free of the ex-stripper's constricting bonds, CW can do nothing more then shriek in horror, as a pair of black boots scream towards his face! They smash into him like a battering ram, propelling him from Pigley's hold, and depositing him onto the canvas, where the crowd cheers his miserable demise. 

Mackenzie mutters to Alix, “Christian, screams like a woman.”

“Don't flatter him he screams like a [i]girl[/i].”

Above Wright's wretched corpse, the docs provide their starving female fans with the tasty treat they've been yearning for, writhing their smooth bodies through a spicy stripper routine.

Alix happily comments, “Wow, Christian this is only slightly less embarrassing then  then when you met John McCain at the young republicans meeting with a pee spot on your pants.” 

“Damnnation! It was Sprite!”

"Yeah, maybe going in, dude."

While Alix and Christian ignore the greater issue of why he can't control his bladder, Allen overtakes the dancing medical professionals with a pair of forearms. Anderson immediately sinks to the canvas, but. Pigley on the other hand remains upright, and tries to trade blows with the director of security. However, he's no Mike Tyson (or even Balrog from Street Fighter) and ends up getting ravaged by the lethal combination of crosses the ex-boxer tortures him with. Having wounded Pigley with basic attacks, Allen is free to move onto more devastating holds. Thus Allen splatters the much smaller grappler onto the canvas with a powerslam! Feeling Pigley's body sag into unconsciousness beneath him, Allen attempts a pinfall....

ONE!

TWO!

Vinny Valentine breaks up the pin by slashing the point of his elbow across Allen's bald head.  But, the disco duck quickly pays the price for his meddling; Moneymaker loosens several of his teeth with a powerful [b][color="#006400"]$[/color][/b][b]Billion Dollar Knee Lift[/b][b][color="#006400"]$[/color][/b]! He falls sideways, landing on the canvas with a harsh thud, as blood begins trickling from his lips. Thankfully he's spared from further thrashings as Krista Isadora Duncan introduces Moneymaker to the mats with a half nelson facecrusher.  

“YEAAAAAA!”

In celebration of her victory, Krista shouts "They tryin to play the girl like shes saccarin. But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how i hold my gun [b]I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one[/b].

COACH
Hey, you know what I just realized? Biff Atlas really sucks.

But, Krista finds her joy short lived, as she finally notices Alix failing to suppress a smile at her antics on the ring apron. Yet, this moment of distraction costs her dearly as the recovered Christian Wright flings her into a corner. Moving with a stunning grace and agility, the former Guns N Roses dancer leaps onto the third rope to avoid a disastrous crash with the turnbuckles.  As she perches atop the turnbuckle, Wright feasts upon the delectable view of her perfectly toned BUTT framed by skimpy black panties. An ass that shines like the moon in a clear night sky. Round, firm and tan. A delightful grace and buoyance. Krista seems to notice Wright's admiration, and wiggles her tush, which just melts Wright into slobbering goo. Goo that's face crushed by Shayne Brave. Or would be face crushered, had Shayne not been distracted by the bootylicious bouncing on the top rope, and missed CW entirely. Ignoring, her admirer's pubescent stupidity, Krista exits her nest with a moonsault press! She crashes into Wright with incredible ferocity, and Robinson counts the ensuing pinfall... 

CROWD
ONE!

CROWD
TWO!

Inexplicably, Tony Tourette pulls Krista out the ring! While, the fans may boo Tony's complete lack of common sense, Krista just sighs and says “I know, I know, you have a disease.”

“CHRISTIAN WRIGHT TONGUED BATHED MY ASSHOLE!” Tony hollers.

Back in the ring, Shayne Brave is locked into a loosing battle with the raw punching power of CPA. After nailing the boybander with a devastating body blow, Allen roughly wraps his tree trunk sized arms around his slender waist. As Brave feels like his body is about to be ripped in half by CPA's brute strength, he's lifted onto his shoulders in setup for the [b]dominator[/b]! The audience holds their collective breath, fearful over the fate soon to befall the teen scream. But this horrific ending remains forever lost in their imaginations, because Showtime is rescued by the king of dance floor, Vinny Valentine. As happy as the audience is to see Shayne live to fight another day, CPA is every bit as incensed, and attempts to dismantle his annoying foes with a double lariat. But they counter his attack, by thrusting their boots into his midsection. The makeshift pair give the bruiser little time for a counterattack, as they quickly unload a round of kicks into his knees.  The searing of pain of their strikes becomes too much for the Ohio native to bear, and his weakened legs sag him to the mat.  Gasping in rage and fear, he watches while the pair retreats to opposite ropes. When they return his vision is clogged by the dropkicking boots of Brave, and the back of his head is decimated by the same maneuver from Valentine!  Cheers scream from every inch of the beach front venue, as a lifeless Allen sinks to the mat.

COLE
A D*LUX special, New Kicks On The Block, and a D*LUX concussion for ol CPA!
  
Brave and Valentine lay their arms across Allen's chest, and ref C.Rob counts the pivotal fall...

CROWD
ONE!

CROWD
TWO!

CROWD
THREE!!

[b]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eliminated: Christopher Patrick Allen
Eliminated by: Shayne Brave and Vinny Valentine (pinfall)
Advantage: Team Krista, 5-3
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/b] 

“YEAAAAAA!”scream the fans.

SHAYNE AND VINNY
[img=http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs21/f/2007/266/4/c/182___Dance_Together_Emoticon_by_witegots.gif]

MONEYMAKER
[img=http://www.websmileys.com/sm/mad/1336.gif]

If there where a smiley indicating violently tearing one's hair out, and jumping up and down on the outside as if a colony of fire ants invaded your wrestling tights, then I might have used it, because that's exactly what Moneymaker does. His overeaction to his team's stunning refusal to squash their disadvantaged foes,  further pleases the fans, who taunt him for his misery.

Still a semi-loyal member of The Enterprise, despite the fact that her boss wants her to burn in hell, Mackenzie turns towards her bored out of her mind girlfriend, “Alix, baby, you have to do something!”

Not too concerned with the plight of her “team”, Alix shurgs her shoulders, “Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista, Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista. He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge  Struttin’ her stuff on the street  She said, “Hello, hey Jo, ya wanna give it a go?” Oh! uh huh. Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya da-da (Hey hey hey)  Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here!)  Mocha Chocalaaaata ya ya (Oh yeah!) Creooooooole ladaaaaaay Marma-la-la-la-lade. Voulez vous couchet avec moi ce soir? Voulez vous couchet avec moi?”

“Not that, baby! Something else!

“Ohhhhhh....In west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground where I spent most of my days. Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool, and all shooting some b-ball outside of the school.
When a couple of guys said "we’re up in no good" Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared. And said "you’re moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air." 

The one member of Team Alix who isn't distracted by song or blind anger, Christian Wright tries to calm things before their odds truly become insurmountable. He charges at Brave, looking to lacerate him with his trusty spear. But the teenager's denim jeans stretch through the air in a leap frog, putting Wright on a collision course with the ring posts. Fortunately for him, he manages to turn the deadly posts to his advantage and leap onto the second floor. As the cute teenybopper turns to face him, Wright is already halfway through the air, cutting him down with a diving shoulder tackle! The audience boos Wright's besting of brave, but they barely register on his mind, as he turns attention to Vinny Valentine. 

Krista shouts, “Come on Vinny, you can do it! You're the rough take no shit teenager from the inner city of Detroit with a heart of gold as big as all get out!”

“Uh,I'm from New York and I'm forty two years old.”

“Yeah, whatever, I have a manicure in an hour.”

After that wonderful pep talk, the disco duck tries to stun CW with a standing sunsent flip, but the muscular financial guru refuses to be brought to the mat. Rather then wage a pointless war with The Natural, Vincent lets him go free, and journeys towards the ropes. The cables spit him back towards Wright, who greets his return by capturing him into his arms. The disco duck is spun like a disco ball before finally having his back shattered across Wright's outstretched leg by a tilt-a-whirl slam! The Natural roughly shoves his whimpering rival off his khaki pants leg and attempts a pin...

ONE

TWO  

Valentine kicks out, but still continues whimpering in pain as his hands move to massage his injured back. But, CW pries his arm away from his wounds, using it as a rope to drag him upright. He then throws the disco duck into the ropes. When the cables throw him back, Wright catches him with a lightening fast arm drag! The moment Vinny hits the mat, his screams are steady and loud. But their muffled by the two hundred twenty five pounds that lie across him for a pinfall...

ONE

TWO

Valentine raises his shoulder from the mat, but not without incurring severe pain through his limbs. On the outside Tony senses that his cousin needs more help then his limited skillset can offer, and thusly leaps onto the ring apron to pull Wright's attention away from the lord of the disco dance.

“PISS IN MY EAR! PISS IN MY EAR!” Tony screams to Christian. 

Wright stares at Tony, and wonders why god would allow such a miserable creation to exist. But, beyond that he pays Tourettes no mind, and returns to the duty of pumelling Vinny.  Unfortunately its Vinny who pummels him, by smashing a trilogy of elbows of into his noggin!

VINNY
[img=http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs5/i/2005/126/5/8/Disco_Fever_by_SaturnsRevolution.gif]

That little throwback to 70's winds up coming bundled with an extreme price for Vinny; Christian smashes his knee into his midsection, doubling him over in burning agony. From there CW snares him into an underhook and promptly rips him into the air. Nary a second later, Valentine is powered into the canvas at the hands of the [b]Nightmare On Wallstreet![/b]

“CHRISTIAN SUCKS! CHRISTIAN SUCKS!”

Mackenzie may share somewhat similar sentiments, and yells, “Tag Alix!”

“Never! She shalt receive no more then fleer and scorn, for as long she holds unrepentant for her crimes against my person!”

Alix asks, “Uh, like, in something reasonably resembling English?”

“Alix, honey, can you apologize to Christian!”

As Christian stands in front of her, Alix caves in “Ugh! Fine. Christian, dude, like I'm uh, kinda sorry and stuff. And you better accept it, jerkface, because I've only apologized to one person in my life, and that was Jodie Foster, and only to avoid two years in prison!”

“Your apology is as empty as your head, strumpet!”

“Whatev, dude. I know how to speak your language.” Step possessed by a charming swagger, and a sly whistle singing from her lips, Alix struts into Wright's full view. As she faces away from him, shapely legs guide him through lusty heaven to the pearly gates of her  scrumptious tan bootie, exposed in all its splendor by a self inflicted wedgie. As if Christian's urge for a bottle of baby oil weren't pressing enough, Alix's hands press into her sweet cheeks, and bless viewers with a spellbinding jiggle of the sumptuous golden brown flesh. 

WRIGHT
[img=http://www.websmileys.com/sm/happy/596.gif]

Poor Christian! When will you learn the severities of your folly? Lulled into an erotic stupor by Alix's mesmerizing BUTT, Christian obviously fails to notice the quiet approach of Doctor Anderson. Its only when he's spun around by the doc does he realize that something is amiss. By that time its much too late to stage a proper defense, as he's already being heaved into sky courtesy of the Anderson Spinebuster! His frame slams into the mat with terrific impact, instantly draining all life from his body, and bringing out a large cheer from the audience.

COLE
Oh good heavens what a move! I didn't know Doctor Anderson could hit a spinebuster like that!

While Alix tries her hardest not to laugh at Wright's misfortune, Anderson tries to further this amazing upset with a pinfall...

CROWD
ONE!

CROWD
TWO!

CROWD
THREE!

[b]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eliminated: Christian Wright!!!!
Eliminated by: Max Anderson (pinfall)
Advantage: Team Krista, 5-2
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/b] 

[font="Arial Black"][b][color="#FF7F50"]“YEAAAAAAA!”[/color][/b][/font] scream the fans, leaping to their feet

MONEYMAKER
[img=http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2007/048/2/1/crying_by_themoleking2003.gif]

ALIX
[img=http://www.websmileys.com/sm/happy/023.gif]

“Christian are you alright?” Moneymaker asks.

Alix answers back, “Yeah, and the ballcock is okie-dokie too!”

“What does a part of a toilet have to do with anything?”

“I dunno, typically when Christian is lying on his back, mouth wide open, and covered in sweat there are lots of ballcocks around.”

On the outside Tony is quite thrilled with the proceedings and tries to high five a stunned Krista,   

“Hey, unless you come served in a frosted glass or look like Jessica Alba, please don't come within four feet of my lips. thank you.” She tells him.

COLE
I think Krista may be as shocked as we are about the whole thing! There's no way she could've expected her team to perform this admirably! What an OAOAST moment!

Alix pipes up, “Hey, uh Theo dude, can I call ya Theo? Of course I can, dude, I'm the only thing standing between you and snow white and the four angry jobbers. Maybe, instead of like using the dude who could get wood off my autopsy report, you oughta let the girl who hasn't been pinned in about two years, put her thing down flip it and reverse it. Huh?”

Resigned to the fact that his only hope of victory resides with a woman who he harbors nothing but hatred for, Moneymaker dejectedly motions her into the ring. The crowd is far removed from his feelings of sorrow, however. Forgetting for the moment how excited they were to see Anderson best Wright, they greet Alix's first appearance into the bout with a mammoth shout of celebration, 

[font="Arial Black"][b][size="3"][color="#FF4500"]“LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO ALIX!”[/color][/size][/b][/font]

Seeking to hinder the brunette hottie before she derails his team's momentum, Anderson darts towards her. He extends his lengthy leg forward, trying to blast her with a running side kick. But his efforts encounter unbridled failure, as Ally deftly avoids his volley by grabbing onto his foot and slamming it back to the canvas. However, Anderson doesn't even get the chance to bemoan Alix's evasion, because in the blink of an eye she locks her arm around his, and spins him around like a merry-go-round operated by Satan. After a full 360 rotation, she plummets forward, spiking him against the canvas with [b]Herpes, the gift that keeps on giving[/b] (flatliner). But it isn't all doom and gloom for Anderson, as Alix lays a bottle of medicine on his orange tights

“Living with genital herpes doesn't have to be a hassle, because now there's Valtrex! My genital herpes has been under control for six months!”

Mackenzie exclaims, “You have herpes??”

“Huh? What? No! I'm joking! From the ad? Valtrex? You know, living with herpes..oh, nevermind!” 

Every fan in the arena lets loose with a wild ovation for Alix's domination of the doctor. But Anderson, who's now suffering the worst backache of his life, fails to see what's so joyful about his miserable situation.

COACH
Moneymaker don't deserve to have to depend on Alix to win him this match! Where's Biff? Where's Christian? Where's CPA? Where's people he can trust?

With her foe trapped in a vulnerable position, Alix determines now is the time to reshowcase her alluring [i]ass[/i]ets to the lustful crowd. Standing at Doctor Anderson's side with legs apart and hands on bent knees, Alix furiously bucks her voluptuous BUTT, becoming to ass shaking what Michaelangelo was and is to art. The gold standard. A poet would call Alix the light of all lights, to me she's the ass of all asses. Splurty sounds of young boys trying to cover their great shame as mom interrogates them about the hard sock she found under the bed. As boys across the globe pack up the Charmin and call it a night, Alix ends her pants destroying booty routine and rockets herself backwards, coming down across Jock's chest with a standing moonsault. As the audience bellows a gigantic pop, the referee drops down to count the resulting pinfall.

CROWD
ONE!

CROWD
TWO!

Stephen Pigley makes an ill advised attempt to break up the pinfall with a top rope elbow drop. Ill advised because Alix spots his descent out the corner of her eyes and yanks her body away from his fast moving trajectory. Thus the doctor lands with a rough clunk onto his partner's muscular chest, instantly seizing all the air and energy from both men's lungs. Though the rest of her team is dismayed at Pigley's failure, Krista appears to be grateful Alix wasn't the victim of a deadly elbow drop. 

Pilgey lifts his battered bones off Doctor Anderson, frightfully wondering if he may have fractured his elbow during the crash landing. But he's offered no time to attend towards his wounds, as the SoCal hottie pulls him upright by his bright orange tights and hurls him to the corner. But Pigley is able to shift his weight, and use his sizable strength advantage to reverse the hold and send the princess of Los Angeles to the ringposts. He watches her smash into the padding back first, then follows her in with plans of bringing misery to her world. However those plans fail to materialize thanks to the chocolate hair fighter sidesteping his rampage!  He endures has a terrible meeting with the turnbuckles, his injured chest receiving the scathing brunt of the blow.

[font="Arial Black"][b][size="3"][color="#FF4500"]“LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO ALIX!”[/color][/size][/b][/font]

Simply looking for a place to fall over and pass out, Pigley slowly staggers from the corner. Much to his surprise, he's kept upright by an unusually tight full nelson by Alix. But within seconds, he's being dropped to the canvas with tremendous force and his face is smeared about the ring floor with the [b]Crack? Shit Son... I was doing that back when it was just called FREEBASE[/b] (Flashback)!

COLE
Oh! Where did that come from?

CROWD
ONE!

CROWD
TWO!

CROWD
THREE!
[b]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eliminated: Stephen Pigley
Eliminated by: Alix Maria Spezia
Advantage: Team Krista, 4-2
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/b] 
[font="Arial Black"][b][size="3"][color="#FF4500"]“YEAAAAAA!”[/color][/size][/b][/font]

After booting Pigley from the match, Alix decides to offer him some fashion advice,“GTFO Pigley. And what kinda tights are those, dude, that color doesn't even look good on an orange.”

“Way to go, baby!” Mackenzie applauds from the outside.  Over on the ring apron, Krista looks content with Alix easy destruction of Pigley, but at the same time feels a tiny bit of sympathy of the beaten doc. A tiny bit. A very, very tiny bit. No radical character development changes here ppl!

COLE
Finally, a member of Team Krista sees elimination. I guess we wont be seeing a clean sweep by Team Krista. What a story that would've been, eh?

Pushed to the brink of a manic outrage over his partner's elimination from the bout, Max Anderson assiaslas  the spicy Latina with a torrent of blows that land fast and furious upon her bare bare stomach. With her golden brown skinned turned a slight shade of red, Anderson He scoops her into the air, as though he were to execute a bodyslam. But instead of employing that pedestrian maneuver, he readies himself to spike her head against the canvas with [i]Pigley's[/i] [b]Time of Death[/b] (Michinoku Driver)! That is until he notices Krista mouthing the words “Do it and die”. As such he can perform no more then a body slam.

COACH
These are the worst Team Captain's in the world!

Not surprisingly, the body slam does little in the way of damage and within nanoseconds, the bouncy brunette back onto her feet.  Anderson attempts to quell her fire with a stiff forearm, but one swipe of her star studded gogo boots weakens his knees and shuts down all his offensive weapons. Mortally exhausted, Anderson is then launched into a neutral corner, where the steel posts savagely slice into the tanned flesh on his back. The pain grows even more intolerable when his enemy shoots forward to skewer him with a flying forearm! The numerous multicolored oversized bracelets on her arm etch their mark onto his once handsome face, carving up bloody cuts along their  impact zone. Gravely wounded and on the verge of passing out, the doctor sags down to the mat, leaning against the turnbuckle posts for whatever assistance they provide. Ally backs away from her beaten foe, and proceeds to run through call and response with the audience,

"I'M SO HOOD...."

"I WEAR MY PANTS BELOW MY WAIST. AND I NEVER DANCE WHEN I'M IN THIS PLACE. CUZ YOU AND MAN IS PLANNIN TO HATE! I'M SO HOOD..."

Alix sings, "AND I GOT THESE GOLDS UP IN MY MOUTH IF I GET CLOSER TO MY HOUSE THEN YOU'LL KNOW WHAT TALKING BOUT! Mackenzie!"

"I'm so hood, my daddy once bought me a Saab instead of the Benz!"

[img=http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2095/1498370030_05cfe485cf_o.gif]

With her Tonie-socialite girlfriend having killed her ode to ghetto's everywhere, Alix resigns herself towards defeating Pigley. Alix rips him away from the ring posts, and curls her arm around his neck for the side headlock needed to begin her somersault neckbreaker finisher. Unfortunately her grip isn't nearly as tight as she believed, and the far stronger Anderson meets with few difficulties in powering out of it. Before she's offered a chance to retry her headlock efforts, her agile foe is rushing towards the ropes. His boots elevate him to the third cable, and he comes hurtling backwards with a lionsault. But Ally sees the move coming a mile away and rolls forward to avoid it. Fortunately for Team Krista, Doctor Anderson saw her avoidance well in advance and succeeds in landing on his leather boots. 

COLE
Disaster avoided for Doctor Anderson, but for how long?

Gathering her strength, the perky cutie stands up to end the Love Doctor nuisance once and for all. However, Anderson proves he won't go down so easily, by sending a closed fist to her face. But she stymies the Chi-town brawler's attempt by slamming her gogo boots into his washboard abs. With the fans cheering her on, Alix clamps her claws onto him with a second side headlock. His luck having suddenly evaporated, Anderson's lone option is to roar horrified screams as the sex kitten sends him tumbling through the air with the somersault neckbreaker. Absent of any chance to protect himself, Anderson's neck is brought down painfully against the canvas, landing so gruesomely that Vinny Valentine has to wince in disgust. 

[b][color="#FFA500"]“ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!”[/color][/b]

COLE
Doctor Anderson, you just got your Shot At Love! 

While Mackenzie claps wildly for her sweetie's unstoppable obliteration of the Love Doctors, Alix attempts another crucial pinfall...

CROWD
ONE!

CROWD
TWO!

CROWD
THREE!
[b]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eliminated: Max Anderson
Eliminated by: Alix Maria Spezia
Advantage: Team Krista, 3-2
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/b] 

[b][color="#FFA500"]“YEAAAAAH!”[/color][/b]

“Great job, Alix!” Mackenzie screams.  But the opposite ring apron is rife with the downtrodden faces of a despairing Team Krista. Well, all except Krista herself who can't tell if she's supposed to be glad for Alix or feel sorry for Anderson's failure. 

COACH
Three-two, Krista! The plot is a thickenin, Cole! Its a thickenin! 

MONEYMAKER
BWHHAHAHAAHA! Excellent! 

COLE
Weren't you just crying your eyes out ten minutes ago?

MONEYMAKER
Shut up, Cole!

COLE
How did he...anyway, folks, this is a stunning change of course for this match. Once up five people to two, Team Krista has been brought down to only being ahead by one by Alix Maria Spezia, who just ripped right through The Love Doctors.  And folks, right now we have to take a commercial break, stay tuned for the conclusion of this bout!

[b]COMMERCIAL[/B]

When HELDOWN returns to airwaves, the slender figure of Alix Maria Spezia is being replaced by the portly body of Theodore Moneymaker. Moneymaker's return to the bout instantly shifts the audience's joyful mood away from Team Alix, replacing it with a burning urge to see the billionaire by pounded into an early retirement. But Moneymaker delays their wishes by smashing a well timed elbow into Valetine's forehead. Instantly a small river of blood trickles from his brutalized skin. But he hasn't a chance to attend to his cut before the tycoon drags him onto his broad shoulders for a fireman's carry position.  Instantly, the disco machine tries to fight his way free of Moneymaker's clutches. And he does encounter freedom, just not in the way he would've liked! Moneymaker throws him off his shoulders, and drives his neck into the top rope. Searing anguish spreads like a cancer through the throat of Valentine as he crumples into a heap on the canvas. On the outside Tony watches with rising panic, as his cousin struggles to simply breathe. 

[b][color="#FFA500"]“MONEYMAKER SUCKS! MONEYMAKER SUCKS!”[/color][/b] the fans scream. 

Back on his feet, Valentine leans into his rival with a straight left cross that Moneymaker takes in stride, firing off a right hook of his own in response. Unfazed by the punch, the disco duck returns fire with a knife edge chop. The strike pushes the tycoon back several inches and leaves him stunned for a precious few seconds. But these few seconds are all Vinny requires to lock his foe into a facelock. He drops backwards and mashes the man's rugged face into the mat with a snap DDT. While Moneymaker desperately tries to remember just what city he's in, the audience loudly cheers for his obvious pain.

“Yeah, Vinny! I love ya like I love the older sister I was forced to commit against her will!” Krista shouts.

Though the crowd may be delighted with Valentine's whupping of  The Enterprise CEO, the disco duck's thirst for violence has yet to be quenched. Thus it's with great glee, that he seeks to draw  a bit of blood from the slowly rising tycoon. Yet, Moneymaker's dazed state is but a clever ruse and he exposes his trickery by capturing the approaching dancing king into a roll up! Robinson scores the fall....

ONE

TWO

Fortunately Valentine escapes the pin well before the three count. He rips his body off the mat, eager to continue his thrashing of his rival. But Moneymaker delays these plans with a series of left jabs that sway Vinny's head like a tether ball. Thinking that the disco duck is a mere high impact move away from elimination Moneymaker attempts to send him to the ropes in hopes of destroying him with a powerslam upon his return. But, Valentine isn't nearly as wounded as his opponent believed and exposes Moneymaker to this fact, by reversing the hold into a short arm knee strike. Unable to absorb the attack with his flabby stomach, Moneymaker sags to the canvas, forced into painful labored breaths. This permits Valentine a moment to bounce off the ropes and angle his Boogie Shoes (Shining Wizard) directly towards his enemy's vulnerable face! But at the last possible second, Moneymaker tucks his head into his chest, avoiding a certain knockout! 

COLE
Close call!

Flashing a look of rage, Vinny tries to swing his attacking boot backwards to impale the back of Moneymaker's head. However, Moneymaker catches onto the shoe, and uses it to twirl Vinny around. Riddled groggy by the unexpected spin, a nauseated Valentine stumbles backwards into the waiting clutches of the [b]Bank Vault[/b] (cora clutch sleeper)! The reaction of the sold out Portland audience is immediate, a strong, sharp booing as Vinny's face passes through different shades of blue on the way to unconsciousness. 

[b][color="#FFA500"]“MONEYMAKER SUCKS! MONEYMAKER SUCKS!”[/color][/b]

With no hope, and no help on any horizon, Vinny's options become bleaker and bleaker by the moment. Thus he's left with no other choice but to submit to the powerful finisher of the detested heel.
[b]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eliminated: Vinny Valentine
Eliminated by: Theodore Moneymaker
Advantage: TIED 2-2
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/b] 
“[b]FUCK[/b]”Tony hollers.

Needless to say, the crowd is equally less then thrilled with that result, and a whole new round of “MONEYMAKER SUCKS” chants are given life.  On the ring apron, a cold anger burns on Krista's face, and fire spews from her eyes, as she's unable to comprehend how a five on two advantage disappeared without a trace. Brave tries to cheer up, but there's no joy to be had with the sight of guffawing Moneymaker lying before her.

COACH
Ha, ha and ha! All that talk about “wow what a story, what an achievement, what a victory for Team Krista” is bunk! Bunk! And now the sides ain't really even. Alix and Krista are comparable, but Moneymaker and Brave?  Naw, skinny white dude don't match up!

Coach's assessment of his talent aside, Brave decides to enter the ring for the sole purpose of pleasing Krista with Moneymaker's elimination. He overwhelms the money mogul with pair of blazing fast chops, that permit him to whip Moneymaker into the ropes. However, Moneymaker reverses the hold and Showtime is sent trotting to the cables. The wealthy Floridian lowers his oversized head, trying to trick Brave into using a leapfrog that he'll counter into an atomic drop. But, the Tigerbeat coverboy is wise to these tricks and slams his Nike tennis shoe into his rival's hairy chest. Hollering in half annoyance half pain, Moneymaker rockets upright, clutching suddenly sore pectoral muscles.

“YEAH-UH!” Shayne screams, gaining a “WE LOVE YOU! WE LOVE YOU!” chant from every female under the age of twenty.

Still intent on impressing his crush, Shayne darts back to the cables to channel momentum for a high impact assault. Problematically, his return is hindered by Mackenzie DeCenzo latching onto his left foot. 

“BOOOOO!”

Noticing that Moneymaker is slowly creeping behind the boyband icon, Mackenzie does her part to keep Brave distracted, showcasing the perfect seduction of pouting cherry red lips and batted eyelashes. Its not enough to make him forget the twenty odd love songs he's wrote to Krista, but it is enough to distract him until Moneymaker's arms ambush him with the dreaded [b]Bank Vault[/b]! But the crowd hasn't a moment to boo before Brave shreds Moneymaker's devices with a stunner that delights the Portlanders! Not quite as thrilled is Mister Moneymaker, who, clutching his jaw, staggers himself backwards right into the [font="Arial Black"][color="#4169E1"]Elizabeth, I'm coming to join ya, honey! It's the big one![/color][/font] (Reverse x-factor) from Krista Isadora Duncan! 

“YEAAAAA!”

Not exactly needing an excuse to get close to Krista, Shayne gives her huge hug, which causes her remind herself to burn this particular outfit when she gets back to LA. Brave gets a little too comfortable with certain more ample features, and thus she has to push him way from the annoying hug. Before Brave can write a sappy power ballad about unrequited love, he's left to pin Moneymaker...

CROWD
ONE

CROWD
TWO

To the fans disgust, Moneymaker actually manages a shoulder off the ring apron. Brave is as agitated as the spectators, and refuses to believe Moneymaker succeeded in kicking out. Regardless he stills his growing annoyance, and brings Moneymaker to his feet. The detested heel makes a weak attempt to fight off his antagonist, peppering him with several light jabs. But Showtime subdues this rebellion by nailing him with a basement dropkick! As the fans applaud his besting of their least favorite wrestler, Brave once again builds up speed on the ropes. As he approaches his enemy, he leaps onto his knee, and drives the tip of his boot into the back of his head with a shinning enziguri! The crowd is ecstatic over the usage of his signature move and offer him roaring cheers.

COLE  
Were you saying something about Showtime Shayne being no match for Moneymaker, Coach? Care to eat some crow.

Powered by adrenaline Shayne heads to his corner, and journeys towards the top rope. He actually succeeds in prying pleasured gaze away from the eye popping  view of Krista's shirt popping boobs, long enough to leap off with a picture perfect elbow drop! As his one hundred eighty pounds sail through the sky like a majestic eagle, camera flashes click across the jam packed venue. Unfortunately the slower moving amateur photographers among them aren't able to capture his gentle flight. Rather they immortalize his horrific landing once Moneymaker moves out the way!

COLE
Oh no!

The audience and Krista share similar thoughts to Cole. But unlike Krista, the announcer and the crowd, don't have to now deal with a pudgy billionaire barelling down on them with a shoulder block.  She's well prepared for his attack, however, and once he nears, she smashes him with a shoulder block of her own! Doubled over, he's force clutch onto the ring ropes for support, but they can do nothing to stop Shayne from pulling him down with a surprise roll up!

CROWD
[color="#4169E1"]ONE![/color]

CROWD
[color="#4169E1"]TWO![/color]

CROWD
[color="#4169E1"]THREE![/color]

COLE
And so close, but Moneymaker kicking out at the last...hold on. That was three! That was three! That was three! Moneymaker is done! Moneymaker is eliminated! Wow! 

So shocking is this event, that it even takes the Portlanders a moment to come to grips with the joyful occurrence they've just bore witness to. But once they truly comprehend what has transpired, their cheers are nearly deafening! 
[b]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eliminated: Theodore Moneymaker (pinfall)
Eliminated by: Shayne Brave
Advantage: Team Krista 2-1
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/b] 
Overcome with excitement for his upset of Theodore Moneymaker, Shayne pumps his fist and runs towards Krista for another hug...

“Uh, a handshake is cool, thank you.” Krista warns.

Stunned with chilling confusion over what poor fate he's been handed, Moneymaker lies on the canvas thinking back to all the other horrible incidents in this match. That's when he realizes he's stuck in a nightmare with no foreseeable ending.

MONEYMAKER
[img=http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs12/f/2006/328/1/8/_pissedoff__Revised_by_LeoLeonardo.gif]

Snarling in feral rage,  Moneymaker springs forward to crush an unaware Brave with the [b][color="#006400"]$[/color]Billion Dollar Knee Lift[color="#006400"]$[/color][/b]! Bryant is left on the canvas, and finds himself wide open to repeated lashings from his sadistic foe. Beyond outraged by Moneymaker's assault, Krista tries to enter the ring, but is halted by Robinson, who wants to minimize the chance for further violence. On the other side of the ring, Alix yells at Moneymaker to cease his horrible behavior. But it doesn't seem that anything can stop his lunatic rampage until a gaggle of referees fill the outside area demanding he stop the attack. 

COLE
This is out of control! What the hell is wrong with this guy? Get out the ring!

Somewhat calmed by the cathartic beating, Moneymaker leaves the battleground without much protest, but with a gargantuan amount of jeers and boos from the audience.

With admirable strength, Shayne forces his way to his feet. But all the courage in the world doesn't change the harrowing fact that he now has to deal with a fresh and formidable Alix Maria Spezia. Accompanied by a monstrous roar from the fans, Alix uneasily enters the ring, unsure if she even wants to lay a finger on Shayne.

COLE
Well, Alix was instrumental in helping D*LUX and Leon battle The Enterprise through the spring and summer, and naturally they developed a bond. But, now they find themselves as enemies.

Still not convinced fighting Shayne is the proper course of action, Alix looks to Mackenzie, hopeful for agreement. But, Mackie, in soft and sweet tones, assures her that winning this match is the best possible thing she can do. While Alix may not be entirely sure this is correct, she gives into the soothing melody of Mackenzie's voice and throws herself into war with Shayne. 

Alix latches onto his arm, and heaves him into corner posts. The back that Moneymaker spent a full minute obliterating scrapes off the ring posts, bringing out tortured screams from Showtime. Alix isn't exactly merciful to her former friend, quickly leaping onto the second ropes to tower above Shayne. Without so much as passing him a single solitary glance, she monkeyflips him away from the corner, leading him to land horribly on his injured back. As white hot pain shoots through his body, he bellows his misery.

“Alix!” Krista begins, “Stop this! Shayne is your friend also! He's more your friend then mine, I hate men.”

Actively attempting to ignore Krista's appeals to her gentler side, Alix scrapes the motionless corpse off the canvas. With ice water seemingly traversing through her veins, she launches him back into the corner. The steel turnbuckles devour his flesh, reducing the bones in his back to mere brittle, and turning him into a wailing and moaning pillar of misery. If Alix feels any sympathy for the pain she's causing, its not readily apparent when her bracelet coated arm carves up his face with a running forearm. From the corner he staggers, moving with the speed of a mummy, and the glazed over look of a zombie. There's little intention for offensive in his movements, and Alix makes sure their never will be, grounding him to a halt with a leg sweep! 

“Come on, baby!” Mackenzie screams, beating on the canvas.

Alix situates one gogo boot just above each of her opponent's knees and bends his legs up, twisting them around her's. With Shayne assured of not being able to move a muscle, Alix grips both of his wrists, while placing her free foot onto his badly mangled back. To complete her submission, 
The Hollywood Bad Girl pulls back on Shayne's arm, elevating his upper body and opening the floodgates to allow a typhoon of pain to pulverize his back.

COLE
Everybody go surfin, [font="Arial Black"][color="#0000FF"]Surf Venice Beach[/color][/font]!

“Alix, stop!” Krista pleads with her.

“Great job, honey! Great job!” Mackenzie shouts over Alix.

Unable to stomach the anguish for much longer, a nearly weeping Brave groans his submission. The fans give a mammoth cheer for Alix's latest victory, but feel a little guilty about it, because damn that poor whiteboy got fucked over.
[b]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eliminated: Shayne Brave
Eliminated by: Alix Maria Spezia
Advantage: TIED 1-1
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/b] 

COLE
We are down to the two team captains! Coach, do you know what this means?!

Portland certainly does, as the murmur of anticipation for the matchup they've been waiting all contest for reaches unheard of decibel levels. Off their seats they come, every single eyeball in the arena locked unwavering onto the colossal matchup in the center of the ring.  Like eighteen thousand seperate earthquakes, surges of cheers roar across the venue.

COACH
All night, all night long, this what we've wanted to see. And here it is! Pick a side Cole. Team Krista or Team Alix.

Members of the crowd have already chosen sides,

[font="Arial Black"][size="3"][color="#FF0000"]“LET'S GO ALIX!”[/color][/size][/font]
[color="#FF8C00"][size="3"][font="Arial Black"]“LET'S GO KRISTA!”[/font][/size][/color]
[font="Arial Black"][size="3"][color="#FF0000"]“LET'S GO ALIX!”[/color][/size][/font]
[color="#FF8C00"][size="3"][font="Arial Black"]“LET'S GO KRISTA!”[/font][/size][/color]
[font="Arial Black"][size="3"][color="#FF0000"]“LET'S GO ALIX!”[/color][/size][/font]
[color="#FF8C00"][size="3"][font="Arial Black"]“LET'S GO KRISTA!”[/font][/size][/color] their chants boom with unheard of authority, tearing through the night as if they had a personal stake in the battle. Each chant hits like a gunshot into the brains of the ex-lovers, who want nothing more then to avoid such a grizzly situation.  Stunned with horror, stunned with revulsion, Krista and Alix look at each other for the first time as enemies and what they see chokes them, like an invisible fist clutching their throats. 

Remaining strangely silent through all this is Mackenzie, her blues watching with great interest at the developments soon to unfold.

COLE
I don't think they can really fight each other. 

Their faces are swept entirely clean of every emotion except a cold, stinging dread.  There's no will to move, to speak, to act, or even turn away from each other, all they can do is pray for someone to shake them awake from this all-consuming nightmare. And that's when Mackenzie acts. The beautiful business maven reaches into the ring, and latches onto Krista's high heels. Suddenly roars of anticipation from the audience, morph into shrill yells of disgust for Mackie.

COLE
What's she doing?

Giving Krista another reason to have her killed. Krista's eyes go frigid, a feral blue, and they gleam like a predator lurking beyond the fringes of firelight. Without a thought towards anything besides this entire terrible situation being Mackenzie's fault, Krista dives out of the ring. Left face to face with a woman who's hatred burns as hot as a furnace, Mackenzie performs the only logical task she knows. She runs. And runs fast.

[color="#FF8C00"][size="2"][font="Arial Black"]“LET'S GO KRISTA!”[/font][/size][/color]

Still paralyzed by the possibility of having to physically harm the former center of her universe, Alix can't quite bring herself to react to the chase scene.  Robinson is far more active, and realizing that Krista is the legal woman, he begins a ten count.

TEN!

COLE
He's counting Krista out?

NINE!

Black heels click off the black mats, as the woman with the black heart refuses to yield her chase of her shrieking victim.

EIGHT!

COLE
Did Mackenzie plan this?

SEVEN!

Memories of time with Alix echo in her mind, granting Krista increased speed on her quest to dismantle Mackenzie limb from limb.

SIX! 

FIVE!

[color="#FF8C00"][size="2"][font="Arial Black"]“LET'S GO KRISTA!”[/font][/size][/color]

Krista manages to grab a hold of Mackenzie's dress, and though it rips away what little fabric covers generously exposed back, she isn't able to hold Mackenzie for long.

FOUR!

COACH
She knew Alix wouldn't be willing to fight Krista, so she's going to get Krista counted out! What a sneaky bitch!

THREE!

Alix can only depressingly run her hands through her brown locks, stupefied at the insanity she's wrought.

TWO!

Mackenzie and the tattered remains of her ultra expensive dress dive into the ring. Struggling to keep the outfit from falling off, she scrambles behind her lady love for protection and to act as a makeshift dressing room. More concerned with her intended massacre of Mackie then winning the bout, Krista tries to slide into the squared circle. But she's merely a shade too late as the clock finally hits....

[b]ONE![/b]
[b]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eliminated: Krista Isadora Duncan (countout)
Sole Survivor: Alix Maria Spezia
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/b] 

Spurred on by a blazing outrage, the fans are quick and merciless in expressing their disdain for Mackenzie tactics, blasting her with boos and numerous profanities even I'm too moralistic to reprint!

COLE
I don't believe it! Mackenzie leading Krista around the ring right into a countout. And these fans in the arena, who had been waiting so long to see Alix and Krista hook up have been robbed. And we're left to wonder what would've happened had Mackenzie not interfered. What would they have done if left face to face with another in the middle of an OAOAST wrestling ring, in front of billions world wide?

Mackenzie makes no note of the audience's impolite (to say the least) treatment of her strategies. And instead gently strokes her stunned girlfriend's hair, until the gorgeous brunette manages to meet her warm smile with soft, sorrowful nod.

COACH
Hahaha! Genius by Mackenzie! Genius. Krista thinks she's so smart but she's been outsmarted by the real smartest woman on television. I gotta tip my hat to Miss DeCenzo.

BUFFER
Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and the sole survivor ALIX MARIA SPEZIA!

There's a mammoth pop from the Team Alix fans, that's matched by a mammoth boo from the Team Krista fanbase. The heroine for the Team Krista set, sits on bended knee, arm draped over the guard rail, seething with an undying sadness at the sight of Mackenzie holding her Alix in her arms. Though she'd love to rip Alix away from Mackenzie, she only stares ahead with lowered eyes. 

COLE
Well, folks we're we can only wonder where this story will take us next? Certainly Krista go quietly into the night, and with people like Moneymaker and Wright roaming around to stir the pot, I imagine fireworks are ahead. We'll see them and so much more next week on OAOAST HeldDOWN from Tacoma, WA!

On that note we...
[B]FADE OUT[/B]