HD: Bohemoth vs. ???

[King Cucaracha 0]

We find ourselves back in the arena, just as the opening chords of ZZ Top's "Sharp Dressed Man" begins to play out through the speakers.

COLE
Here we go, our first of two Pick Your Poison Matches. Let's go to Michael Buffer!

BUFFER
Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall.


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"Clean shirt
New shoes
And I dont know where I am goin to.
Silk suit
Black tie,
I dont need a reason why.
They come runnin just as fast as they can
Coz every girl crazy bout a sharp dressed man."

To the resounding boos of the San Antonio fans, Christian Wright swaggers out from the entrance way with his trusty briefcase in hand and indeed a sharp suit on. Wright turns his nose up at the fans as he adjusts his tie, making his way down the aisle and brushing away the attention of the fans and their outstretched hands.

BUFFER
Introducing first... representing THE ENTERPRISE! Now residing in Washington D.C. He weighs in at approximately '8 and 1/3 BARS OF GOLD'... The Financial Analyst of The Enterprise, this is "THE NATURAL"... CCHHHRRRIIISSTTIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAANN... WWWWRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGHHHHHHTT!!!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Setting down his briefcase in one corner of the ring, Christian rounds the ring another side and jumps onto the apron. Straightening out the lappels of his suit, the smug Financial Analyst makes the "money fingers" as a sign of his allegiance to The Enterprise before he steps into the ring.

COACH
Look at that man. He is stylin' tonight Michael!

COLE
The finest polyester that money can buy, I'm sure.

COACH
I'm sure that wasn't supposed to be a compliment, but yes, yes it is! Only the finest for The Enterprise and only the finest for Christian Wright.

Christian carefully removes his red jacket, equally as carefully folding it up and placing it on top of the briefcase. Off too comes his white dress shirt and tie, now ready for 'business' in just his dark grey suit pants.

COLE
So, by Zack Malibu's making, it's going to be Christian Wright to challenge Bohemoth in mere moments. This marking the first one on one meeting between the former confidants since July 20th of 2006, inside of a fifteen foot high steel cage. Almost a year and a half ago. Still waters run deep though and I'm sure Christian hasn't forgotten the downfall his career took after he parted ways with Bo and after he lost that Cage Match.

COACH
That was until he was acquired by The Enterprise. Christian's hasn't looked back since. He's an Anderson Cup winner, he's a former World Tag Team Champion, he's a sharp dressed man! Let's face it, things turned out for the best.

Christian limbers up...


*BbwWbAhmotherfuckerLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!*

"YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

...until "Liberate" by Disturbed provokes a huge reaction from the crowd, causing Christian to turn his head and glare at them.

COLE
Now here's a REAL Sharp Dressed Man!

Powering out from the back, Bohemoth marches straight for the ring.

BUFFER
And, his opponent hails from Greenville, South Carolina! Weighing two hundred, eighty four pounds... "THE METEROSEXUAL MONSTER"... BBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - HHHHHEEEEEEEEEMMMMMOOOOOOOOOTTHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

"YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Amped up, Bohemoth runs up the steps and down the apron...



...where he suddenly gets shoulder-barged, right off the apron and into the steel barricade beloWii

"OOOOOOHHHH... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

COLE
Woah! Hang on just a minute here! What a cheapshot from Christian Wright, before Bohemoth could even get into the ring!

COACH
Correction, what a [i]smart[/i] cheapshot!


*DINGDINGDING!*

The lights quickly snap back to normal and the bell is hurriedly rung as thanks to Christian Wright, we're underway. Wright slides out of the ring and stays right on Bohemoth, stomping him up against the guardrail with the fans' abuse barely registering. Pulling Bo back to his feet, CW then pins the left arm behind the back with a hammerlock and DRIVES Bohemoth back into the steel again! The Meterosexual Monster collapses holding his shoulder, as referee Mike Chioda leaves the ring to reminstrate with Wright.

"CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!"
"CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!"
"CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!"
"CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!"

COLE
Christian trying to do some serious damage to that left shoulder of Bohemoth, before Bo even knows what's hit him!

Wright holds his hands up innocently as the referee gives him a firm warning. He rolls back into the ring and continues to plead his innocence, co-operating now and backing away while a count is laid on Bohemoth on the floor.

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

COACH
Looks like the brains have gotten the better of the brawn, Michael.

COLE
And now it looks like Wright is happy to settle for a count-out victory. Is that 'brains'?

COACH
Hey, a win's a win. Who says CW's making do with a count-out though? He's just standing back on the referee's orders, following the rules.

COLE
Oh, how noble of him.

As Chioda reaches the count of 6, Bohemoth manages to pull himself up onto the apron. Wright gives him a helping hand to his feet before catching with a forearm to the face. And a second. With Bo dazed on the apron, Wright then backs into the far ropes and aims to repeat his charge from earlier... only for Bohemoth to duck his head through the ropes and cut CW off with a shoulder. Unfortunately for Bohemoth though, that shoulder happens to be his left. And Wright is able to shrug it off while the bigman is still nursing his arm, catching the wrist and snapping the left arm over the top rope! Bo recoils in pain and gets dragged into the ring by Wright, snapmared and covered...


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...quick kickout by Bo, but even that seems to aggravate the shoulder.

COLE
Smart move there by Wright, focusing his body weight on the right side and forcing Bohemoth to use the left arm to get out of the pin.

Pinpointing the arm, Wright lays in a boot. A second finds the mark as well, prompting Bo to lash out with a right hand to the gut. Wright suddenly doesn't feel so dominant and resorts to a shortcut, gouging at the eyes and nose of the kneeling Bohemoth!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Another warning is taken in from the referee, Wright backing away long enough to allow Bohemoth back up. Caught in the corner, Bo is levelled with a clothesline once The Natural is able to shrug off the attentions of the referee. Wright immediately takes off into the ropes again. But as he bounces back, Bohemoth is on the move and catches Wright coming with a clothesline of his own!

"YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

COACH
OH!

COLE
And the work on the left arm will do nothing to soften the blow of that brutal clothesline of The Meterosexual Monster from the right side!

With a growl under his breath Bohemoth grabs Wright as he comes up off the canvas, popping him with a right hand that leaves him on rubbery legs. Another right hand sends CW staggering backwards into a corner, where he finds little respite. Bo loads him from corner to corner with a powerful irish whip... and then shows his former mentor how to REALLY deliver a clothesline in the corner, almost driving Christian through the turnbuckles, let alone into them. Staggering out into the centre of the ring, Wright walks right into Bohemoth's arms. The Meterosexual Monster underhooks Wright and shuffles to the side...




...PITCHING WRIGHT UP AND OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR WITH A HUGE HIPTOSS!!!

"YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!"

COACH
Oh god!

COLE
Christian Wright just got thrown... no, he got LAUNCHED out of the ring!

Ending up splattered against the steel guardrail, much like Bohemoth had earlier, Wright is also subjected to the indgnity of two young fans leaning over the barricade right above him and laughing at his misfortune. A very pained "Silence!" not enough to shut them up.

COLE
That right there is a good example of why Bohemoth is going to be one of the heavy favourites, going into the Lethal Rumble Match in seventeen days!

Bohemoth, despite the pleas from referee Chioda who is trying in vain to keep control of the match, leaves the ring and retrieves Wright. By the head, he throws him forward, the already unsteady Wright bouncing off the ring apron and falling flat on his ass.

COLE
And now Bohemoth just imposing his physical will.

Christian crawls away with Bo on his tail, preventing him from getting too far. Forced up again, Wright is again thrown forward...



*THUD!*

...this time, head-first into the steel steps!!

COACH
Now this is just uncalled for.

COLE
Hey, Christian was more than happy taking the fight to the outside a few minutes ago. What's good for the goose and all that.

COACH
...UNCALLED FOR~!

Bundling Christian back into the ring, Bohemoth scoops him up and over the shoulder for a big running powerslam. The 'running', that's no problem. But the powerslam doesn't come off as Wright escapes down the back and manages to push Bohemoth in the back, hard enough to send him into the turnbuckles! Bo collides with the corner, left shoulder first, re-aggravating his injury. And as Bo falls to one knee, Christian quickly rears back... and kicks his former bodyguard right in the side of the head!!

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Quick cover by Christian...


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2...







NO!

Wright looks up, holding his head both in despair and in pain. Already, Bo is shaking out the cobwebs and attempting to get back up. So Christian quickly applies an armbar.

COLE
Christian is going to have a tough time keeping Bohemoth down, but he knows that he's at a disadvantage when going toe to toe. He has to try and keep Bo on the mat. Otherwise, one clothesline and as we saw earlier it could all change in a hurry.

Pinning the arm behind the head, a modified top wristlock is applied with a chinlock.

"BO!"
"BO!"
"BO!"

WRIGHT
SILENCE!

"BO!"
"BO!"
"BO!"

The non co-operation of the crowd prompts Christian to pull even tighter on the chinlock, twisting Bo's head off to the side. Bohemoth refuses to give it up though. Pulling himself up, Bohemoth forces Christian back into a corner and waits for the referee to call the break. On five Christian releases the arm... and instantly gets a shoulder in the gut! And a second! Three, four, five, Bo driving CW back against the buckles repeatedly. When he finally relents, Wright quickly capitalises and traps Bo in a front facelock. But Bohemoth refuses to go back down to the mat and drives Christian back in with another shoulder barge! And another! Another... another... and another!

COLE
This old rivalry spilling over and the referee is struggling to keep both of these men in line.

COACH
You don't say. This has to be at least 12 seconds in the corner.

Bohemoth finally lets up and this time there's no facelock from Wright. He instead gets spun around and thrown up onto the shoulder again. Wright tries to squirm free again but this time there's no mistake from Bohemoth, running out of the corner and planting CW with a Running Powerslam!

"YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

COLE
As we said, toe to toe, Wright is just being overpowered.

Bohemoth backs away into a corner, waiting for Wright to get back up. The Natural looks half out of it already as he drags himself back to his feet, stopping halfway to catch his breath. Once Wright gets back up, Bohemoth then comes out of the corner, throwing himself forward with a Yakuza Kick...



...DUCKED! Wright avoids the kick...



...but gets planted with a Front Spinebuster as he turns around!

COLE
Nothing like a Spinebuster in the OAOAST!

Hook of the leg by Bo...


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SHOULDER UP!

Not waiting around and crying over spilt milk, Bohemoth jumps back up and looks out into the crowd, rising to their feet in unison.

Thumbs Up. 


THUMBS DOWN~!

"YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

COLE
Pick Your Poison... we may have just found the antidote!

Bohemoth picks CW up and scoops him int...




...NO! As he's scooped up The Natural pulls a rabbit from his hat, jumping up and floating over the back. Wright lands safely, Bohemoth spins around...



*SMACK!*


...and eats a Superkick!!

COACH
Ch-ching! Count it!

COLE
What an irony this would be! Superkick by Christian Wright, the man chosen by Zack Malibu to face Bohemoth tonight.

Looking almost relieved, Wright walks over on his knees, dropping on top of Bohemoth with a cover...


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2...








KICKOUT!

"YYYEEEEEEEEEEE...."


But as soon as Bo kicks out, Wright jumps over the other side and applies a Fujiwara armbar on the left arm!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Chioda slides into position as CW pushes up onto the balls of his feet to torque back on the arm. Pain is etched on the usual cool face of Bohemoth, unable to use his power to alieviate the pressure on the hold. Bohemoth shows no signs of quitting though and starts to crawl forward towards the ropes.

COLE
Look at Christian, wrenching back on the arm. It's a rare occurance, if ever, that Bohemoth quits but The Natural is doing his damndest to make tonight one of those nights!

COACH
I'm sure Zack is loving this. But this is about more than Zack now. This is Christian's chance, 18 months later, to finally prove his superiority over the man he made, that he plucked from obscurity!

As Wright pulls back on the arm Bo lets out a shout and tries to make another crawl. The ropes are a long way away though and Christian is rocking back and forth, exerting even more pressure.

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

With the San Antonio crowd growing louder in their support, Bohemoth has stopped crawling but is suddenly starting to stir around. He looks for a second to be set to tap, only to plant his free hand on the ring canvas. And forgetting all about the ropes, he instead starts to attempt to climb out of the hold under his own power! Christian shakes his head 'no', but the Meterosexual Monster manages to get his knees underneath him and starts to rise. With a low groan of exertion, Bohemoth then gets a foot planted...




...and suddenly stands up...







...bringing the head-shaking Natural up with him and dropping him down with a Sidewalk Slam!!!

"YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!"

Bohemoth rolls away clutching his shoulder, leaving the flat out Wright behind.

COLE
What a show of strength and determination from Bohemoth right there... a side slam, bad arm and all!

With both men off their feet, referee Chioda begins a ten count on them. Bohemoth doesn't use up much of it before getting back up, left arm hanging a little limp at his side, while he uses the good right arm to pull Wright to his feet. Throwing Christian aside and into a corner, Bo rears back and nails him with a big right hand! And a second one.

COLE
Bohemoth fighting with one arm at the moment but he's doing okay with those heavy rights.

Down the turnbuckles slides Wright, left slumped against the bottom turnbuckle. Bohemoth places the flat of his foot over Christian's face and forces down, bootscraping him. A couple more scrapes leave Christian completely prone as Bohemoth then takes off for the far ropes. Avoiding the turnbuckles, Bo comes back from the far side of the ring... AND OBLITERATES CW'S FACE WITH THE FACEWASH!!!

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Grabbing hold of Christian's wrist, Bohemoth then hauls him right back to his feet... and drops him with another big clothesline!

COLE
Hey, I just got a text message from Alix Maria Spezia. She says "Thanks Bo, but you needn't have bothered with the face, it was already broken. Peace out.".

COACH
Pfft, like Alix even knows who you are.

With Wright seeing stars, Bohemoth leans in the corner and gets his wind back. He then pushes himself out of the corner, shaking out his left arm as he stalks Christian.


Thumbs Up. 


THUMBS DOWN~!

Bohemoth grabs Christian from his knees, scooping him up into his arms. The left arm is tested by the lift but, comfortable that he's got enough left in it, Bo walks out into the middle of the ring with Christian, before swinging him around...

...out...


...and DOWN~!

COLE
Erotic Awakening Of B!!


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3!!!!

*DINGDINGDING!*

"Liberate" strikes up again as Bohemoth rolls over and grabs his arm again now the match is over. Referee Mike Chioda calls for the bell and goes to raise the arm, not thinking, which earns him a stern look from Bohemoth. He quickly makes up for it by raising the good arm.

BUFFER
Here is your winner... "THE METEROSEXUAL MONSTER"... BBOOOOOO - HHHHHEEEEEEMMOOOOOOTTHHHH!!!

"YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Bo looks down at his former mentor as he stares vacantly up at the lights, working out another kink in his shoulder before stepping over Wright on his way out of the ring.

COLE
Certainly a stern test for Bohemoth here tonight. But one that he's passed here against Christian Wright. The question now is, how will Zack Malibu fair in comparison in our main event?

COACH
Well he's got quite a bit to live up to.

As Bohemoth walks to the back, Christian slowly comes to his senses in the ring. When he realises what's actually happened he hangs his head and slumps back to the canvas, protesting that it was just a two count despite only showing signs of life a good twenty seconds after the bell actually sounded.

COLE
And for Christian Wright, he's at least got the defence of the Anderson Cup to console himself with, starting next week.