Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted February 22, 2008 (edited) THE FOLLOWING PROGRAM IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY PRESENTED IN HD The rapid-fire opening credits set to "Ultimate Victory" brings us to another edition of OAOAST HeldDOWN. Welcoming us to the Joe Louis arena is our trusted announce team, Michael Cole and Da Coach COLE Folks, thank you very much for joining us for another edition of the OAOAST's flagship program OAOAST HeldDOWN! Michael Cole joined as always by The Coach, and as usual we have a show for the history books. COACH Because we actually have a televised title match? COLE Yes! Amazing, isn't it? Sandman9000 puts his Heartland belt up against Reggie Lamont, who some of our fans have been checking out on Syndicated lately. Sandman may be the king of hardcore but he has his work cut out for him with the Jamaican. And speaking of Syndicated, Mad Cappa, fresh off dealing with Vinny Valentine on that very program, returns to the big show to team with Colombian Heat, PRL, and a mystery partner against Popick's Corporation. The Love Generation will also team with Jamie O'Hara and ThunderKid to battle Landon's gang of goons and henchmen. And in our mainevent Alix Maria Spezia returns from medical suspension to face the number one contenders for the One and Only World Tag Team Titles The Heavenly Rockers with a partner of Krista's choosing. All that and more from the historic Joe Louis Arena. Where I'm From by C-Murder hits, and Reggie Lamont makes his way through the curtains. COLE Heartland title on the line next here on HeldDOWN~! Let's go to Michael Buffer! BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the OAOAST Heartland championship! Making his way to the ring, the challenger, hailing from Laguna Beach, California, weighing in at 260 pounds...RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREGGIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEE LAAAAAAAAAAAMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONT!!!!! COLE Big opportunity for Reggie Lamont, now residing in California by way of Jamaica, his first-ever shot at a singles title! Reggie climbs into the ring, and stands in the corner. COACH Reggie's a big, brutal man, but I he'll really know what brutal is after a few minutes with this guy! Suddenly, the lights dim, then begin going crazy, as if a virus has infected them, randomly jerking around the arena, frantically changing colors and turning off and on. It’s as if a bad anime scene has come to life. Loud scratching fills the airwave, as if a DJ has lost their mind and is attempting to break their equipment. In-between the rips, legitimate music kicks on, of a Southern, heavy metal nature. I ask you please just give us/ Five Minutes Alone.” The lights continue to dart and flash as the music leaves and the scratching continues, only to come back again, now of a hip-hop nature. White America/ I could be one of your kids.” The rap fades out and the scratching continues, at an even greater pace, until music comes back, now of a hardcore variety. Final Prayer/ Final prayer for the human race.” The music leaves once again and the scratches reach their apex, before the sound cuts out and the arena goes pitch black. A single spotlight appears on the stage, the only light in the darkened arena. People look towards the light, but see nothing. Then People = Shit by Slipknot hits. HERE WE GO AGAIN MOTHERFUCKER! A figure punches through the curtains, wearing torn black jeans, a sleeveless black t-shirt, and two bandanas, one over his face and the other over his head. His hands are taped up, with a red "X" on the back of each of them. COLE And there he is, the Heartland champion! BUFFER His opponent, hailing from South of Heaven...weighing in at 220 pounds...he is the OAOAST Heartland champion...SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNDMMMMMMAAAAAAAAA AAAANNNNNN NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNE THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNND!!!!! Sandman walks to the ring, then climbs in, and is immediately jumped by Reggie! *DING DING DING* COLE Here we go! COACH Well, Reggie's not backing down, you've got to give him that! Sandman and Reggie exchange blows on the mat, then roll to the outside and continue the slugfest. Sandman gets the better of the exchange. COACH But he doesn't want to take it to the floor if he doesn't have to! Reggie goes to the eyes, however, and grabs a side headlock, but is shoved into the ringpost! COLE Reggie Lamont sent into the steel ringpost! Sandman walks over towards Reggie, and picks him up, but Reggie counters an Irish whip, sending Sandman into the steel guardrail! Reggie quickly follows up with a bicycle kick, sending Sandman over the railing and into the crowd! COLE Reggie with a nice recovery, finished with a bicycle kick! Reggie follows Sandman into the crowd, then picks him up and slams him on the floor! Reggie then grabs a fan's beer, drinks part of it, and tosses it onto Sandman before stomping away! COACH And one of our great fans offering Reggie a little refreshment! COLE Sandman fights to his feet, and the two brawl further into the crowd. Reggie gets the better of it this time, and sets up a piledriver! COLE Piledriver coming up, perhaps! Sandman blocks twice, however, and backdrops Reggie onto the floor! COLE But it's Reggie who hits the concrete! Sandman kicks Reggie as he moves back towards the ring, then tosses him over the guardrail. Sandman then waits for Reggie to get to his feet, and executes a slingshot clothesline over the railing! COLE Great clothesline by Sandman! Sandman stomps away briefly on Reggie, then attempts an Irish whip, but Reggie reverses once again, sending him into the steel steps! COLE And Sandman once again tasting steel! Reggie catches his wind, then goes under the ring, finding a trash can, full of assorted goodies! COLE And Reggie Lamont now looking for some weapons! Reggie dumps the contents of the can into the ring, then grabs the can and brings it down across the back of Sandman! COLE Reggie Lamont looks really impressive so far, I have to say! Reggie rolls Sandman back into the ring, then grabs a small road sign which was in the can, and brings it down across Sandman's head! COACH DAY-UM~! Reggie brings the sign down again, then covers... 1... 2... Kickout! Reggie slides the can into mid-ring, then picks up Sandman, signaling for the end. COACH Reggie going for it early here! Reggie sets up the O.C. DRIVER~!!!!!11111 However, Sandman slips behind the back, and executes a release German suplex! COLE But it's countered into a nice suplex! Sandman then grabs the can as Reggie gets to his feet, and brings it down on his head! COACH Uh-oh...I don't like the looks of this! Sandman lays the can down, and executes a DDT onto the can! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Sandman follows with BOOT SCRAPES~! to the face of Reggie! COLE Sandman working on Reggie with those boot scrapes, one of his trademark maneuvers! Sandman picks up Reggie, and grabs him in a side headlock, but Reggie counters with a back suplex onto the trashcan! COLE And a very resourceful move there by Reggie Lamont! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Reggie picks up Sandman, and whips him into the ropes. Reggie drops down, and Sandman hops over, then Reggie gets to his feet and puts his head down, but Sandman stops and delivers a big kick to Reggie, then follows with a dropkick! Reggie goes down, then gets up at the ropes, where Sandman meets him with a Cactus clothesline! COLE Nice counter, and Reggie sent over to the floor! Sandman hangs on, and skins the cat back inside, then comes down on Reggie with a SOMERSAULT PLANCHA~! COLE And Sandman flying to the outside! Sandman follows Reggie out, and stomps away, then tosses him back inside. He then goes under the ring, and finds a BARBED WIRE CHAIR~! COACH Oh, no! COLE Sandman's got the big guns now! Sandman rolls back inside, and waits for Reggie to get to his feet. Sandman takes a big swing, but Reggie ducks, then quickly drops down and delivers a low blow! COLE But a counter by Reggie Lamont! Reggie then grabs the chair, and brings it down across the back of Sandman! COLE Reggie with a HUGE blast from that chair! Reggie picks up the chair again, and brings it down again as Sandman is on all fours! Reggie then holds the chair up in the air, as the crowd boos. Reggie covers... 1... 2... NO! Shoulder up! Reggie picks up Sandman, and executes a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Cover... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Reggie tosses Sandman to the outside, then poses some more, drawing boos. Reggie then follows Sandman outside, and starts to pick apart the announce table. COACH Better watch out here, Cole! Reggie finishes the job, then rolls Sandman onto the table and follows him up. Reggie hammers away, then sets up a piledriver, but Sandman backdrops out! COACH OW! COLE Sandman with the counter, but the table didn't give! Sandman then waits on Reggie to get to his feet, and executes a URINAGE THROUGH THE ANNOUNCERS' TABLE~! COLE But it gave that time! Both men lay in the table wreckage for a few seconds, then Sandman picks Reggie up and tosses him back inside. He grabs the barbed wire chair, then scoops it under Reggie, lifting him off the mat, and scoop slamming him onto the chair! COLE And Reggie slammed right onto that chair! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Shoulder up! COACH But it's not enough yet, Cole! Sandman waits for Reggie to get to his feet, then hooks him and plants him with the ARCHANGEL'S WINGS~!!!!!11111 COACH But I think that is! 1... 2... 3!!! COLE And it is! Sandman his Heartland title! BUFFER The winner of the match...and STILL OAOAST Heartland champion...SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNDMMMMMMAAAAAAAAA AAAANNNNNN NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNE THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNND!!!!! COLE Reggie Lamont never recovered from going through our table! COACH Well, I think most people expected Sandman to retain here, but Reggie really showed a lot as a singles competitor tonight! COLE Yes indeed, we expect to see a lot more of Reggie Lamont, and a lot more of that guy, the Heartland champion, Sandman9000! Folks, please stick around because there's much more to come here tonight on HeldDOWN~! 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Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted February 22, 2008 TAPED EARLIER TODAY The scene is the elaborate entrance stage, but absent are flashy pyrotechnics and the bevy of spotlights that typically decorated. Also not present are any audience members, as the ring is still being set up by the ring crew. But the stage does have several noteworthy residents for us to spy on. Krista Isadora Duncan reclines on a chair, tended to by an onsite dermatologist. At her side are her dutiful admirers, Shayne and Tyler, and Terry Taylor pouring over her financial records. TERRY Krista, looking over all of this, you really need to handle your finances better. The money isn't going to last forever! KRISTA Oh no, honey, how long do I have? TERRY Three or four.....hundred years. The point is there are numerous things you can cut back on! Like, do you have to keep Steven Guttenberg around to do Mahony from Police Academy. KRISTA But, Terry, who else will fill our days with witty quips and expertly timed sarcasm with a reassuring smile as Commandant Lesard and the rest of hapless but lovable recruits try their best to keep from being shutdown by that damned Commandant Mauser. TERRY Just buy a DVD! And what about the six farms you own across the state of California? Explain that, farmer jill! KRISTA If you have an easier way to get milk for my Frosted Flakes in the morning, I'm dying to hear it! TERRY Its hard to take you seriously when you're getting botox done in the middle of an empty eighteen thousand seat arena! Couldn't you do this at the hotel? TYLER She's not allowed back there. She got banned since she won't the give the concierge his prosthetic leg back. KRISTA I won that gunfight fair and square. Besides I need it to do my Charlie Chaplin routine for the boys at USO show. Hey there, Joe, what do ya know, just got back from a baudville show. TERRY What about this fifteen thousand dollar bill from trashing the W hotel?! Where'd that come from? Did you have some kind of party? KRISTA Woah, slow down mayor rudeness guliani. It wasn't a party boombarty, I invited 50 Cent and the rest of G Unit over to watch some masterpiece theater and maybe stay for some Are You Being Served, and they bought along some of their posse....and some bomb ass chronic. TERRY And what's this smiley face on the 28th surrounded by a bunch of dollar signs? What do you have planned there? KRISTA Oh, honey, didn't I tell you, Landon Maddix asked me to appear on an SWF show. Or was it play the role of Mr. Mistoffelees in a dinner theater production of Cats? Either way there was a five with a whole bunch of zeros next to it so Memory - all alone in the moonlight. I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again. TERRY Why are you in my life, you awful, awful, woman? Through the wide open entrance doors emerges ThunderKid, attired in a pair of grey sweatpants and a Green Bay Packers jersey. That's how we remember where people are from, by making them wear jerseys corresponding to their hometown. Have you ever seen a Nerdly not in an Edmonton Oilers jersey? I think not. THUNDERKID Uh, Krista, I'm sorry to barge in here unannounced, uninvited and reeking of garlic bread, but do you mind if I talk to you for a bit? KRISTA Yeah, sure, honey, just let me get some fabreeze and Hazmat suits to guard me from your breath. What's going on? What's wrong? THUNDERKID This whole thing about you and your child being on the roster has sort of got to me. I mean, I know my parents, I grew up around them all my life in Green Bay, and I think they did a great job raising me. But, I can't help but wonder what if they aren't my real parents? Every kid has those kind of thoughts about being adopted when they're little, but I'm an adult and I'm still wondering. Theodore Moneymaker has got me wondering if you're my mom. And call me crazy, but the shoe fits. It really does. For instance, I've got a great sense of humor for one thing. And I've been doing lots of work on my standup routines. Observe. Who is this general sow character? Doesn't he have anything better to do then sit around on his BUTT and make chicken? TYLER SHYANE Its funny, because we all think it, but he's the only one with the guts to come out and say it! Bravo to you, sir! THUNDERKID And, I'm really into gaining success in the business world just like you. After all, I just got my real estate license. Do you rent or own? KRISTA Honey, I own everyone. THUNDERKID Of course! And, most importantly, although, I'm not gay myself, I have been a long standing supporter of the lesbian community. Yes, I have. That's the truth. KRISTA Honey, just because you make Ass Toys and No Boys your porn rental for the week doesn't make you a supporter of the lesbian community, it just means you and Tyler have the same taste in the adult cinema. THUNDERKID No! I have been tirelessly devoted to lesbians all my life! I was Shayne and Tyler before there was a Shayne and Tyler. When I was a little boy, I showed you mine if you showed me yours, even though you didn't care. When I was in highschool I showed you mine if you showed me yours, even though you still didn't care! And when I was in college I slept with you, and you still didn't care and were frankly a little repulsed ! And now you're sneering at me, and when I approach you at the supermarket you call me a misogynistic clansmen and throw macaroni salad in my face. I have loved you people with my every breath and will do so to my last one. I have always loved you in a very unhealthy way for my own personal development. So who loves me back, damn it? KRISTA Honey, don't be sad, every lesbian appreciates her sappho daddio. If it wasn't for Terry over here, who would I fire roman candles at while they sleep? Who's condo would I sit on fire while he's in the shower, forcing him to run onto a street filled with children bare ass naked? Now, who's pretty when she smiles? Who's pretty when she smiles? Who's pretty when she smiles? THUNDERKID I am! KRISTA Yes, you are, you are, yes you are. Here, I'm gonna schooch over and you and I gonna have a lil botox and a lotta mermosa. THUNDERKID What's mermosa? KRISTA Its French for I wanna get hammered before noon. Tyler, Shayne, let's sing our botox song. TYLER Grey skies are gonna clear put on a happy face! KRISTA I can't! SHAYNE Brush off the clouds and cheer up, put on a happy face! KRISTA I am! Oh, life is so magical with a face full of poison. My face hasn't' been this immobilized since Terry Taylor's rectal visitation by a gang of marsupial mole cubs. In the early days we had to go down to china town and inject our frown lines with mayonnaise that had been left out in the sun for a week. Kid picks up a few pictures that the doctor has brought with him. THUNDERKID I can't believe these before and after pictures, before she's this gnarled old monstrous looking witch, and after she's this gnarled old monstrous looking witch. KRISTA Honey, those aren't before and after pictures, that's Terry's modeling portfolio. FADE OUT COLE Last week on the show, we saw an impressive debut from a mysterious Japanese competitor named GENSHOU. No one had really heard of him before last week, but he's on the minds and mouths of the entire OAOAST roster this week. No one knows how he got here or who brought him, but he has such an unorthodox style and proved to be so dominant last week that he must be taken as a threat. COACH "Dominant" is a light word. He bloodied his opponent with knee strikes, then still delivered a spectacular move known as the Oriental Tsunami, which is a corkscrew backflip, to crush his opponent's ribcage. The man has a dangerous offensive arsenal and a bizarre persona that makes him hard to figure out..he's going to be difficult to defeat. Let's go to the ring! BUFFER The following is set for one fall, fifteen minute time limit. Already in the ring, from Marietta, Georgia; 252 pounds...Frank Pound! (The lights come down and the music starts, with the red light filling the building...GENSHOU comes out with a gi top added to his entrance outfit. He spews his mist in the air as he climbs to the apron.) BUFFER And from Yokohama, Japan at a weight of 240 pounds, he is GENSHOU! GENSHOU climbs in the ring and carefully removes his gi top, folding it and laying it in his corner, refusing to give it to the OAOAST ring boy. COLE There's something up with his ring outfit, almost like it is sacred. I want to get to the bottom of that one. *BELL RINGS* Both men circle the ring, GENSHOU creeping around in a kneeling stance. Pound goes to lock up...and gets a standing spinkick to the stomach. Pound is sent off with an Irish whip, then runs into a second-rope springboard back elbow to the face! GENSHOU pulls Pound up to his feet with a front facelock, then gives him a snap suplex back down. GENSHOU bounces off of the ropes and hits a snap kneedrop to the bridge of the nose. The camera gets a close-up of Pound's face to show that his nose is bleeding. COACH How dangerous is this man? The second week in a row he has bloodied his opponent. GENSHOU sees the bloody nose and pulls Pound up by fish-hooking the bludgeoned nose. He's holding Blood up to where he's on his feet, but leaned back, then drives a hard elbow-strike to the base of the injured nose! GENSHOU holds a side mount on Pound and drives knees into his head and nose, causing the blood to flow harder and faster, covering the man's face. GENSHOU breaks up his clinch right as the referee tries stepping in to break it up. He pulls Pound up, then shoves him into a corner. GENSHOU backs up to the opposite corner, then hits a cartwheel-back handspring back elbow! Pound stumbles out of the corner, GENSHOU grabs the back of his head, then hits a standing superkick to the face! GENSHOU looks around at the crowd, then down at his fallen foe. During this downtime, a geisha-looking young lady hurries down to ringside and leaves a message at the commentary table. COLE What does this say? "You will find out who brought our warrior here in 604,800 seconds." COACH According to my calculations, that's one week tonight, which would be the Leap Year Spectacular! GENSHOU climbs the ropes, then hits his Oriental Tsunami (corkscrew moonsault)! COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE! *BELL RINGS* BUFFER Your winner. GENSHOOOOOOOOOOOU! COLE Another impressive, short, and violent victory for the Asian Assasain, GENSHOU! COACH But maybe even more importantly, we found out tonight that whoever has brought this warrior into the OAOAST will apparantly show his face at the Leap Year Spectacular NEXT WEEK! GENSHOU mists the camera lens once again, which sends us to a commercial break. COMMERCIAL Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted February 22, 2008 OAOAST QUIZDOWN is brought to you by WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HATERS TRYING TO ACT AS IF KOBE AINT THE MAN???? Q.Caboose's real name is: A.Rishi Saujani B.Nick Bradley C.Birbal Prakul D.Rishi Satayjit We head backstage to see Zack Malibu, prepped for action (no pun inten...ah, yes it was), exiting his locker room. As soon as the door closes behind him he turns, and comes face to face with Bohemoth. The two share a tense moment, both men probably wanting to knock the others jaw loose, but cooler heads prevail, and instead Bo starts talking rather than punching. BO So, what are you, the resident mystery partner all of a sudden? First a few weeks ago, and that I could see...you've got a history with Cone. Now tonight, with Tha Puerto Rican? C'mon Zack, what happened to Mr. Fan Favorite, siding with a goon like that? Pressure finally getting to you? MALIBU Smartass. See, you're so intent on trying to make me out to be the bad guy in all this, but you've got tunnel vision. Me and PRL, we're not friends. Not even close. But he came up to me, face to face...something you're not familiar with lately, and asked me for my help because no one in this company is more familiar with Popick than I am. Now think about it...I'm in a match with the World Champion tonight, someone that I've beaten many times before, and someone that has something that I want...and knowing Popick the way I do, what happens if I pin him tonight, Bo? What happens if I pin the World Heavyweight Champion on national television. I get *that much* closer to the World Title, while you've still got steam coming out of your ears over the Lethal Rumble. If I pin Popick tonight, it looks good in the record books, and it means that instead of chasing the belt, the person with the belt might start chasing me. So where does that leave you, Bo? Bitter? Angry? You and I, we've got issues and we're going to settle them at Anglemania...but you need to play it smart. Opportunity knocked tonight, and I took it. For one night only, Zack Malibu and Tha Puerto Rican are going to see eye to eye, which is longer than you and I have lately. I know it's eating you up inside, everything that's been going on lately. Things have gone further than we wanted, and there's no going back now. We're going to the big time, the grandest stage in all of wrestling so that we can hopefully bury the hatchet. I'm just worried that you might try to bury one in my back before then. BO You're not giving me enough credit, Zack. MALIBU Not true, Bo, I'm giving you a lot of credit, because like I said...I saw an opportunity tonight. Who's to say you won't see one en route to Anglemania? I'm just saying, face to face, save it for then. Don't let this thing break down further than it did. I'm just giving you fair warning that my eyes are open. I learned a long time ago not to put anything past anyone, friend or foe. You might be watching my back, or you just might be measuring up the spot to plant the knife, I'm not sure. At least with PRL there's no question what kind of guy he is. BO And teaming with him doesn't put you in a shade of grey? MALIBU No one said it doesn't...but at least I said my piece on it. I know why I'm doing what I'm doing. I'm just wondering if you're living your life to get to the top, to get the belt that you and I both realize can take us to the top of the mountain, or to make my life a living hell. I'm wondering what's more important to you. Like I said, the match at Anglemania is signed and set. You and I are going to have a hell of a lot of frustration to let out...in the meantime, you're dwelling on it, while I'm stepping into the ring with the man who has what you and I both want. So who's coming out ahead tonight, Bo? How's that for our "friendly competition"? Malibu pats Bo on the shoulder and walks past, heading for the gorilla position. Bo turns, a sneer stretched across his face, as the screen fades to black, and segues into a word from our sponsor. I often wonder what type of people would advertise on a wrestling show that typically comes on at 2 am EST COMMERCIAL Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted February 22, 2008 MATTHEWS Hey everybody, Josh Matthews here, filling in for Maggie Nerdly. And I'm backstage with the OAOAST 6-Man Tag Team Champions of the World, Michigan's own, Love Generation! As the camera pans out to reveal the champs, a big pop goes up out in the arena. MATTHEWS Guys, tonight it's ten man tag team action against the newly bloated numbers of Cucaracha Internacional. Your thoughts? LEON Well before we get to that, me and the guys want to send out our best wishes and get well soons to two of our favourite gals, Melody and Maggie Nerdly. I'm sure they're both watching tonight from the frozen wastes of Canadia, or wherever they happen to be, so this one's for you. Now, as far as 'Cucaracha Internacional' goes, I must admit I'm a little confused. It's hard to keep track of all these comings and goings. You've got Todd against Cucaracha Internacional, Todd in Cucaracha Internacional, Spanish Fly against The Lightning Crew, Spanish Fly in the Lightning Crew, they change their name, suddenly Brickston's there, Alix is in The Enterprise, Mackenzie is out, then she's back in again, all these stables, I don't know what the hell's going on anymore! But it's safe to say that tonight, we will be wrestling against one such stable of people who are in a stable together which has a name. MATTHEWS Uh, yes. And obviously, as Six Man Tag Team Champions, you've got to keep an eye on all of these factions in the near future. LEON Oh yeah. Most prestigious belts in wrestling, right here. TYLER *cough* LEON But no, I'm sure that especially as we approach AngleMania, all of these groups are going to be hoping to add some gold to the ranks, to try and be the one true dominant force in the OAOAST. To which we simply say bring it on. We've pretty much said as much to AngleSault. Any challenge, we're willing to accept it, as we have been for the past six months. SHAYNE Six months? Really? LEON Scary, no? MATTHEWS Well with that in mind, good luck tonight guys. LEON And good luck to you too Josh. Keep reaching for those stars and one day, you may just cast aside the shackles of presenting WWE Afterburn. In the meantime, it's Detroit, it's Michigan, it's gonna be good times all the way! Love Generation, all ya need is us! The 6-Man Champs head off as we go back to the arena (maybe?)... NO!!!!! COMING UP NEXT THROW IT UP FOR THE 313 Love Generation, Jamie O'Hara, and Thunder Kid Vs La Cucaracha Internacional NEXT COMMERCIAL Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted February 22, 2008 (edited) OAOAST HeldDOWN is brought you by.... yo, I'd take a bullet for this nigga, trill live talk. "PREPARE...FOR...LANDON!" ...WAAAAAHHHHH... *DUM DUM* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Ten man tag team action, let's go to the ring! As "Megalomaniac" blasts through the arena, the entrance way becomes a sea of humanity as out pile the entire force of Cucaracha Internacional. One extra body is in there somewhere this week, as Landon Maddix makes sure to point out, Todd Cortez stands with his head down and a Cucaracha Internacional t-shirt on, just like his team-mates. All except Faqu, of course. BUFFER This ten man tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! On the way to the ring, team number one. Total combined weight, one THOUSAND, one hundred and eighty one pounds! The team of "THE TRENDSETTER" JAMES BLONDE... "THE SAMOAN WRECKING BALL", FAQUUUUUUU... "THE URBAN LEGEND" TODD CORTEZ... NATHANIEL BLACK... and, being accompanied by his manager, MEGAN SKYE! He is the former OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion... LANDON... "LA CUCARACHA"... MMMMMAAAAAAAAADDIIIIIIXXXXXXX!! Together, they comprise the team known as... CUCARACHA... INTERNACIONAL!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Blonde pulls open his faux fur coat to flash the new t-shirt, available at OAOAST.com today! The fivesome make their seperate ways into the ring, with Todd keeping a noticeable distance from the rest. COLE So, Cucaracha Internacional to team together in full for the first time here tonight on HeldDOWN~! And as you can see, they welcome a new member to the ranks. Todd Cortez, after he lost last week in controversial circumstances I might add, now forced to be a part of Cucaracha Internacional and once again follow the lead of Landon Maddix. COACH You know, you did this last week and you're still on it, making that sound like a bad thing. COLE And I'm wrong about that? COACH The best place for Todd Cortez is under the tutelage of La Cucaracha. Lets face it, he was never going to make it on his own. Now he's back with Landon, just like he was in Martial Law, just like The Wildcards. Count the number of titles he won back then, compare with the number he won since he went off on his own. Discuss. The six members of Cucaracha Internacional all watch on from the ring, as "God Of Thunder" by KISS blares out and the first of the opponents heads out. Yellow strobe lights pick out Thunderkid in the otherwise darkened arena, marching to the ring with a purpose. BUFFER And, the opponents! First, from Green Bay, Wisconsin... weighing two hundred, fifty pounds... THHUUUUUUUUUUNNDDEEEEEERRRR - KKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDD!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" As soon as TK hits ringside, "Fix Up, Look Sharp" replaces his music and Jamie O'Hara marches out to join him. Hey, no time to hang around. BUFFER Weighing in at one hundred and eighty three pounds and hailing from Birmingham, England... he is "THE BIRMINGHAM BAD BOY"... JJAAAAAAMMIIIIIIEEEEEE O'HHHHHAAAAAAARRRRRRAAAAAAAAAA!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" O'Hara is all but ready to hit the ring at first, but thinks better of it as he sees the numbers. Instead he pitches up next to Thunderkid, the two nodding to each other in a show of respect. COLE How Jamie O'Hara would love to finally get his hands on Nathaniel Black tonight. COACH And vice versa. .:CUE: "Love Generation", Bob Sinclar:. If Thunderkid and O'Hara got warm receptions then the crowd reach boiling point for the arrival of the Six Man Tag Team Champions. Leading the way is Jade Rodez, with the amped up boybanders Tyler and Shayne on either side fuelling the fires of the crowd in the Joe Louis Arena. Behind them is Leon Rodez, much cooler about the homecoming than the others and simply waving to a couple of sections of the crowd before they're all pointed on to the ring. BUFFER And, the final members of the team! They are accompanied to the ring by Ms. JADE RODEZ! At a total combined weight of five hundred and ninety nine pounds... the current OAOAST Six Man Tag Team Champions! Hailing from the state of MICHIGAN... "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE BRAVE and "TREMENDOUS" TYLER BRYANT, they are D*LLLUUUUUXXXXXX!! And, their tag team partner. He is Silky Smooth, he is "LUSCIOUS" LEON RODEZ!! Together, are the LLLOOOOOOOOVVEEEEE GGEEENNEEERRRRRRAAAAAAATTIIIIIIOOOOOOOONN!!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The five members of Cucaracha Internacional watch on from the floor now as Love Generation slide into the ring and work the turnbuckles. Thunderkid doesn't get involved with the hot-dogging, going through his own warm-ups. And O'Hara just stands by the ropes, mouthing off to Nathaniel Black. The two Brits exchange words while Blonde and Maddix concentrate on keeping Faqu calm until the bell rings. Off at the side, Todd Cortez distances himself from his new stable-mates despite Landon's attempts to get his troops together. COLE What a reaction here in Detroit for the natives of Michigan, D*LUX and Leon Rodez! COACH So they're popular in their home state? Big whoop. COLE Yes, it was a big whoop. I just said that. COACH You're an idiot. The point is, these people are bias. I could get a reaction like that in Kanses. Even you get a reaction in wherever in the hell it was you were spawned. Nobody cares. COLE ...and with that, we're thankfully ready to go. *DINGDINGDING!* After some last minute huddles, it'll be Jamie O'Hara to start out, with James Blonde from the Cucaracha Internacional side. Not what Jamie had hoped for. O'Hara looks right past Blonde to Nathaniel Black, daring him step into the ring. Black shrugs him off, to which O'Hara responds with some double-dog dares! But his pre-occupation with Black ends up distracting The Birmingham Bad Boy, allowing Blonde to get in a quick cheapshot! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Blonde stomps away on O'Hara as Black smirks away in the corner. Pulling O'Hara up, Blonde then sends him into the ropes, ducking his head early for a backdrop. Over the top tumbles O'Hara, landing on his feet and carrying on into the far ropes. Blonde quickly regroups and tries to catch him on the rebound. But O'Hara manages to count the sideslam attempt, bringing Blonde over with a headscissors takedown! COLE Catching Jamie O'Hara is like trying to pour smoke through a keyhole. COACH Who in the world does that anyway? Why would you want to? Rolling through to his feet Blonde charges at O'Hara, but gets sent on into the ropes with a sidestep. Up goes O'Hara with a leapfrog and Blonde sees his chance, putting on the brakes as he goes underneath and waiting for Jamie to land... before running into an elbow! O'Hara then backflips, hooking the head and pulling Blonde over with another headscissors! Love Generation, and to a lesser extent Thunderkid, raise the roof for that. But O'Hara gets a little too ahead of himself and runs right into a knee as he charges Blonde in the corner. Landon bounces around on the apron and indicates that O'Hara just got 'served', while Blonde pushes up onto the middle rope and signs for a DDT. As he reaches out to grab O'Hara though, J'OH suddenly jumps up and catches him in the shoulder with a kick! COACH AH! Hang on... Blonde grabs the rope to avoid falling to the floor. His stay on the ropes doesn't last long anyway though, as O'Hara leaps to the middle rope, springboarding off and pulling Blonde from the buckles with yet another headscissor variation! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE Wow! Blonde brought down the hardway right there! O'Hara tries an early cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Tag is made to Tyler Bryant, getting a loud scream of approval from the crowd. Tyler kicks Blonde in the exposed midsection before taking over from O'Hara, whipping Blonde to the ropes and connecting with a beautiful standing dropkick! 1... 2... Kickout. Undettered, Tyler takes a moment to appeal to the crowd as he pulls Blonde up again. Realising he's in trouble though, Blonde quickly goes to the gut with a knee and scrambles to the corner, getting the tag to Nathaniel Black. COLE Well, Black had no problem coming in that time, with O'Hara out on the apron. COACH He marches to the beat of his own drum, Michael. He's not going to step into the ring just because some scrawny little punk is mouthing off at him to do so. Making a far from auspicious start, Black runs right into an armdrag from Tyler and finds himself locked in an armbar. The European technician has few problems finding his way out of that though. Pushing the hand into the jaw, he forces the head back, allowing him to kick up and trap Tyler in a headscissors. Tyler manages to escape that with a kip-up though and beats Black to his feet, meeting him with a dropkick! A second dropkick puts Black back down! And a third, sending Black rolling right back to Cucaracha Internacional territory! COLE Black tried to go to the mat where he's most comfortable, but Tyler had other ideas. And that series of dropkick has got Black all bent out of shape! Scowling, Black reaches up and tags out to Landon. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Giving a thumbs up to a completely unresponsive Todd Cortez, Landon steps in... ...and takes a step back, as Tyler reaches out and tags in Leon Rodez. "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh, how about this for a showdown! The Face Of The Year and the 'Rudo' Of The Year. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" With the Michigan crowd solidly behind their favourite son (Grand Rapids, Detroit, same dif.), Landon doesn't look quite so confident all of a sudden and urges Leon to settle down. The two circle, coming together in a collar and elbow tie-up. Landon quickly grabs a headlock and just as quickly gets shot off into the ropes, coming back with enough momentum to knock Leon down with a shoulderblock. Inexplicably, Maddix does the DAS WUNDERKID~! dance over Leon, to applause from... well, one of his team-mates at least, James Blonde. COLE What in the world was that about!? Done dancing, Landon backs into the ropes again. Leon flips over and forces Landon to hurdle him, quickly up to meet him on the rebound, looking for a hiptoss. Showing great agility, Maddix lands on his feet. He then leaps up looking for a monkey flip... only for Rodez to show similar agility, landing on HIS feet! Unaware of this, Landon stands up with a smile, only to be confronted by Leon doing the CARLTON BANKS FROM THE FRESH PRINCE~! dance!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COACH Are they tryin' to out-white each other or something? For some reason, Maddix takes great exception to this and charges looking for a double axehandle. Leon quickly ducks behind with a schoolboy... 1... 2... No! Landon quickly gets to his feet, faked out with a right hand and caught with a backslide as he ducks his head... 1... 2... No! Again Maddix is quickly back up and quickly back doubled over, courtesy of an Inverted Atomic Drop. Leon then tumbles over top, bringing down Landon with a sunset flip... 1... 2... NO! Finally Landon manages to cut off Leon's offence as he lands a quick boot to the gut. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Boy, did Landon need that. COACH Well, it was smart. One opening and he took it, that's the mark of a true champion, a former World Champion. COLE And Todd Cortez, not looking too encouraging to his supposed 'buddy' as he watches on from the apron. With his bearings back, Landon pops Leon in the jaw with a quick forearm. And a second. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" Before cracking him with a knifedge chop, draping Leon over the ring ropes. Wringing out an arm, Landon whips Leon and with a confident clap of the hands he goes up for a a Dropsau... CAUGHT! Leon catches the legs and as Maddix hits the mat, he tries to turn him over in the Liontamer! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Unfortunately for Leon, James Blonde reacts and rushes into the ring to break the attempt up. Clubbing Leon in the back he then pins his arms back, holding him in place as Landon gets back up. Landon smiles, seeing that Leon is defenceless as he rears back... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...or, perhaps not, as Landon ends up cracking Blonde with the chop instead! COACH That's okay, regroup. COLE Okay? He just chopped his own partner! In the middle of apologising to Blonde, Landon almost forgets that he's still got an opponent lurking in the ring with him, snapping around and aiming for Rodez's head with a clothesline. Rodez ducks though... and ducks again... *SLAP!* "AAAAAAHHHHHH!" ...causing Blonde to chop Landon, who squeals out in pain! Hands on hips, Leon watches Maddix and Blonde get into a brief arguement, breaking up the hostilities with a DOUBLE NOGGIN KNOCKER~! Leon then switches in front and grabs the waistbands of both Maddix and Blonde's tights, falling backwards and pulling both men forward into STEREO SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINES from Shayne Brave and Tyler Bryant!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Tremendous teamwork by the 6-Man Tag Team Champions and this crowd in Detroit absolutely loves it!! COACH You can call it 'teamwork' all you want, but there's no way it's legal. Way too many guys in the ring. COLE Yeah, but one of them was Blonde. And he'd been in the ring about fifteen seconds trying to land a chop! As Cucaracha Internacional head outside to regroup, Faqu tries to get into the ring. With all three of the celebrating member of Love Generation in the ring though, he's wisely kept out of the ring by his team-mates. Landon tries to get a huddle going, easier said than done with a wild Samoan savage and Todd Cortez hanging back away from his 'team-mates'. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" COLE Love Generation standing tall right now... can La Cucaracha rally his troops for the remainder of this huge 10-Man Tag!? We'll find out, when we come back! *COMMERCIAL BREAK* Back from commercial and the answer would seem to be 'no', as Tyler Bryant has things going his way against Landon. Sent off the ropes, Landon manages to duck underneath a clothesline. He then leaps at Tyler Thesz Press style, planting his knees on the thighs and pushing off... but landing face-first on the canvas as Tyler throws him off! COLE Welcome back to Detroit, where the Michigan natives continue to press their home-court advantage! COACH Yeah and there must be every pre-pubescent teen girl in this damn state crammed in here tonight. It's like a Backstreet Boys concert in here, I can barely hear myself think. I don't know how you put up with it, they're not even all that great live! COLE ...says you. With Landon checking his face is still in place, Tyler wrings out the arm and tags out to Thunderkid. COLE And things are getting no easier for La Cucaracha! TK steps in and lands a punch to the ribs. A second. And a third. Landon groans in pain holding his gut and tries to back off, only now realising that he's in the ring with a 250 pound Thunderkid and dropping to his knees in a weak attempt to beg off. By the hair, Thunderkid drags Landon back up and shoots him into the ropes. And with ease he lifts Landon up on the rebound, pressing him over his head to despairing looks from Megan, Blonde and Black (but not Cortez) and dropping him down with a big Press Slam!! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Crawling across the ring, Landon just tries to get away from Thunderkid, finding himself trapped in a neutral corner. But he manages to lure in Thunderkid, close enough to kick out with a boot. Catching TK in the gut, Landon pulls himself up... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and chops Thunderkid... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...twice... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and a third time, to very little effect. Realising this, Landon hits another quick kick and runs the ropes. Thunderkid tries to cut him off with the Bicycle Kick... but Maddix ducks, coming off the far ropes with a flying forea... CAUGHT! FALLAWAY SLAM!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Unfortunately for Thunderkid though, Landon lands close to his corner. Close enough that, at least in a 10 Man Tag, he's able to reach out and tag out. Doubly unfortunate, as it's Faqu who he tags. COLE And suddenly, the mood changes. COACH No doubt. Landon did a great job of softening everybody up and lulling them into a false sense of security, now Faqu's going to clean up. COLE Well if anyone is going to match power with Faqu, it's going to be Thunderkid. The Samoan Wrecking Ball stomps in, Thunderkid not backing down at all. With a primal scream Faqu charges, but Thunderkid cuts him off with a right hand. And again. A third. Faqu is staggering under the punches but not going down, so Thunderkid turns and hits the ropes, clubbing him in the chest with a clothesline. Again Faqu staggers but again he doesn't go down. So TK runs the ropes again... *SMACK!* "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...and gets caught in the ear with a Thrust Kick! With his team-mates looking thoroughly pleased with themselves, Faqu then comes off the ropes... COLE LOOK OUT, LOOK OUT! ...BUT HE MISSES A SPLASH!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE Man, Thunderkid barely escaped there! Suddenly the confidence sinks a little in Cucaracha Internacional, as Thunderkid hooks up Faqu, looking for a suplex! The big Samoan refuses to go though and jabs TK in the gut with open hands before reversing and lifting up TK. Floating over the back, Thunderkid lands on his feet and grabs a waistlock on the portly Samoan... BEFORE TAKING HIM UP AND OVER WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!!!! COACH Whu... HOW!? Nobody can quite believe it, as Thunderkid decides to roll over and get a tag. Leon Rodez comes back into the match and goes right for the cover... 1... 2- Kickout! COLE Impressive show of strength there by Thunderkid. But Faqu, still fresh. It's going to take more than one suplex to put him away I'm afraid. Leon sees how close Faqu is to his corner and tries to drag him out into the centre of the ring. Easier said than done. He soon says nuts to that idea and helps Faqu up, looking for an irish whip. Faqu reverses though, sending Rodez into the ropes... AND INTO A KICK TO THE BACK FROM MADDIX! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" As the protests go up from Leon's team-mates and sister, he stumbles off the ropes and walks into an Overhead Belly To Belly Suplex from Faqu, driving him across the ring! And as urged, Faqu follows up with an attempted pin... 1... 2... NO! Faqu shoots a death-glare at referee Mike Chioda, before dragging Leon over to the corner, allowing Landon to tag back in. COLE All it took was one sneaky kick from the apron. And all of a sudden, Cucaracha Internacional have the advantage in this match. COACH They always had the advantage. They're a team, a fully functioning unit. COLE I don't know about that. Faqu seems to be a law unto his own and it's clear to me that Todd Cortez wants no part of this or anything else to do with Cucaracha Internacional. COACH Then he should have won last week, shouldn't he? Measuring Leon, Landon cracks him with a kick as he reaches his knees. Leon rocks backwards before being pulled up by La Cucaracha, suplexed back to the canvas. Off the ropes, Landon then lands across the chest with a double stomp, bottoming out with a back senton and hooking a leg... 1... 2... NO! COLE Quick combination of moves by Landon there, but not enough. Looking up at his group of followers, Landon cracks a smile as he extends a hand towards Todd Cortez. The Urban Legend, yet to enter the match, glares forward and clearly doesn't want to accept, but realises he has no choice and tags in. The former Martial Law then set Leon up for a double team. A double irish whip sends him to the ropes, Landon connecting with a back elbow to the gut, on his way up and over from a Cortez back bodydrop. Clearly not what he had in mind, Maddix asks Cortez what in the heck he was doing and reiterates his call for a double elbow. Cortez resists the urge to punch Maddix's lights out and instead kicks Leon HARD in the spine, telling Landon it might be time to get out of the ring. COLE A distinct lack of communication on that one. COACH Well, they've not been teaming for a while. It'll take a couple of weeks to work out the kinks, but after that? Look out OAOAST, I say! COLE I'm not sure if Cortez is going to last that long before he's had all he can take. The crowd show Todd little sympathy, mainly because he's up against their hero Leon Rodez. So he drags Leon back up, connecting with a couple of European uppercuts before going to the ribs with a spinning round kick. Rodez doubles over and Cortez then cracks him in the chest with a kick, knocking him off his feet, before marching over to the corner and tagging in James Blonde. COLE I don't think Blonde was expecting that. COACH Like I said, they're getting to know each other, that's all. Cortez takes up his position on the apron again whilst Blonde rushes in and cuts off a tag. Close, Leon reaches out... but Blonde quickly lets him go and nails O'Hara, luring him into the ring and allowing Maddix in illegally to help drag Leon away! Referee Chioda is stuck with all four of Leon's partners, desperately trying to keep order, unaware that order has gone out of the window behind him as four of the five Cucaracha Internacional members work over Rodez in the corner! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" By the time Chioda has cleared the ring the beating has stopped, Leon left sat in the corner with Blonde innocently claiming nothing shady went on. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" Pulling LE - ON out of the corner, Blonde hits a snap suplex and covers... 1... 2... No! Tag back in to Landon, who comes in off the top with a fist right to the crown of the head. Landon then takes a moment to taunt towards the opposition corner, mocking Shayne and Tyler's attempts to get some clapping going to route Leon on. Of course, Landon's mocking only makes the crowd more eager to clap, willing Leon to his feet. COLE This Detroit crowd, rallying behind The Grand Rapids Golden Child! COACH Nah, they're just clapping cause the guy next to them is. They don't know what the hell's goin' on, they're just a bunch of sheep. Not impressed, Maddix sneers as he reaches down... and gets a jab to the gut! And another! And another, Leon fighting from below and getting to his feet... but also getting a thumb in the eyes! Leon recoils and clutches at his eyes as Maddix shrugs off the complaints from the referee, jarring The Silky Smooth One with a quick Jawbreaker. Waiting on Leon to turn, Landon then takes a quick run-up and looks for the Cucaracha Cutte... NO! A shove in the back sends Landon off, towards a neutral corner. Maddix throws a boot up and stops himself from colliding with the turnbuckles. But as he turns back around, he runs headlong and right into a Sitout Hiptoss from Rodez to a huge roar of approval!! COLE And now Leon, needs to make the tag! With the clapping and the banging reaching a fever pitch, both Leon and Landon try to do just that, crawling over to their corners... ...tag to Blonde... ...TAG TO O'HARA!! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" And O'Hara re-introduces himself into the match with typical style, wiping out Blonde with a Springboard Crossbody Block!! COLE WOAH MY! O'Hara rolls off of Blonde, catching Nathaniel Black coming in with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Not particularly worried about his partners, Cortez realises he needs to act anyway and tries to cut off O'Hara with a clothesline, but runs right into a flipping dropkick! Faqu then barrels forward... but O'Hara sidesteps and The Samoan Wrecking Ball crashes through the ropes and out to the arena floor! COLE Jamie O'Hara has exploded into life here! With Faqu gone, O'Hara goes right after the man he's been waiting to get his hands on, Nathaniel Black. He mounts Black and starts to go to town with some wild lefts and rights. Until, that is, James Blonde grabs a hold of him and pitches him to the floor! He soon follows O'Hara though, thanks to the dual efforts of Tyler Bryant and Shayne Brave. COLE No surprise, this one is spilling out of control. And look out here... Tyler and Shayne get the crowd going, as Faqu, Blonde and O'Hara all climb back up on the outside. The three end up bundled together, mainly thanks to O'Hara's hold on their hair... ...ALLOWING TYLER AND SHAYNE TO SOAR INTO THEM WITH STEREO SUICIDE DIVES!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE A five car pile-up in the Motor City!! D*LUX, Flying Without Wings, and they take out Blonde, Faqu and O'Hara! COACH What a stupid move too. They risked their own hides and they took out one of their partners! All to make the screaming masses happy. As the the five pull themselves up, punches start flying as they slug it out. In the meantime Todd Cortez has picked himself up and has lined up the scene. Off the ropes he comes, pushing himself up and over the top AND WIPING EVERYONE OUT WITH A SOMERSAULT PLANCHA!!! "YYYEEEEEAAAAHHHH!" COLE How about that one, Coach? COACH Yeah. Not too smart either. I don't think Todd cares about the fans though. COLE I doubt he cares much for his partners either, to be fair. With now six on the floor, it's Thunderkid's turn to line up a dive. He waits for everyone to start picking themselves up before turning around and taking off for the ropes... which is when Nathaniel Black rushes out of the corner and lays him out with a Lariat!! COACH Yeah! That's Nate Black for ya! You can stick your Space Flying Tumble Flips, give me a good clothesline any day of the week! Black cradles TK up... 1... 2... Kickout! Black pulls Thunderkid back up and clubs him with two hard European uppercuts. The Englishman then crosses up the arms underneath the body of Thunderkid, looking for the Brittania Bomb! TK fights it though. And he manages to power out an arm, twisting out from underneath Black and hooking him for the THUNDERBOLT DDT... NO! Black drives his knee forward, catching TK in the head and escaping the move. Doing a quick 360, The Englishman then throws the Black Lariat... ...DUCKED! TK avoids the clothesline and quickly hooks the head, driving Black down with the Scorpion Deathdrop!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" COLE That could do it! Before TK can think of going for the pin though, he gets spun around by Landon Maddix. And before he knows what's hit him, Thunderkid gets leant back and pulled into the CRASH LANDON '05!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Jumping to his feet, Landon's brief celebrations are cut short as Leon Rodez rushes towards him. Ducking the line, Landon catches Leon with a quick boot and lifts him onto his shoulders, into a fireman's carry. It's not quite Leon's bedtime yet though and he escapes down the back, scooping Landon up and hitting the Blue Thunder Bomb! COLE IT'S DA BOOM! 1... 2... SAVE BY BLONDE! COLE Right place, right time for James Blonde. And you can thank Faqu for that, he's busy fighting off D*LUX and O'Hara out on the floor. COACH Yes, great teamwork. COLE It's certainly James Blonde's idea of teamwork. Picking himself up, Leon walks into a jab from Blonde. A jab! A jab! Licensed To Thrill, Blonde tumbles behind Rodez... and gets a mule kick in the breadbasket. Spinning around, Leon then gives Blonde a taste of his own medicine with a jab! A jab! A jab! A jab! Rodez turns, blowing the kiss, before turning back on his heels... *SMACK!* ...and nailing The Trendsetter upside the head with the enziguri! COLE MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT! Down goes Blonde, but Rodez has little time to relax as he gets caught from behind AND FOLDED IN HALF with a High Angle Back Suplex from The Samoan Wrecking Ball!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH I hope 'Mama' knows a good chiropractor. COLE This is like a scene out of Rambo, bodies going down everywhere you look! COACH They didn't have no monsters like Faqu though. Rambo wouldn't fuck with Faqu. Fact. The big Samoan stands tall for the moment, beating his chest and encouraging Leon to get back to his feet. It's left to Megan to point out to Faqu what's waiting behind him though, as both members of D*LUX have slid into the ring. Tyler and Shayne quickly start teeing off on Faqu as he turns around, alternating right hands before looking to each other and hitting the ropes. Faqu swings for them with a double clothesline, but they duck underneath and quickly skid to a halt, cracking off two quick Superkicks! Hit Me Baby One More Time!! FAQU BLLLLLLAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! *SMACK!* *SMACK!* ...and they do just that as Faqu fails to fall after the first Double Superkick, a second pair of boots enough to drop Faqu and sending him rolling to the outside! COLE They put the bigman down! COACH Yeah, and it took them four superkicks to do. If the referee had any authority, they wouldn't have had chance to pull that kinda stunt. With Cortez and O'Hara doing battle on the floor, D*LUX quickly turn their attentions to Nathaniel Black. A double irish whip sends Black into the corner, D*LUX loading up across the ring. Shayne runs in first... and eats a knee! As he goes down, Black then hops up onto the middle rope, getting some extra momentum on the way down as he runs towards Tyler with a Lariat... DUCKED! Keeping his momentum going, Black again uses the middle turnbuckle as a stepping pad and turns around... *SMACK!* ...EATING A FACEFUL OF YAKUZA KICK!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Black collapses in a heap, while Tyler spots Landon getting up and runs him out of the ring with a clothesline. The momentum takes Tyler up and over the top as well though and they end up in a heap on the floor. Coming off the floor meanwhile is Jamie O'Hara, having got rid of Cortez for long enough to head for the top rope. COLE Look out! O'Hara is up and he's heading all the way up! Black in position below him, are we going to see the 630? Quickly reaching the third floor, O'Hara looks down and flips off Black, before tumbling off the top... ...AND HITTING THE BLAZE OUT 630!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAA...." But O'Hara lands right at the feet of Todd Cortez! And The Urban Legend in a flash spins O'Hara around, pulling him into a standing headscissors AND SPIKING HIM DIRECTLY ON HIS HEAD WITH THE RIOT ACT PLUS!!!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COACH AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! O'Hara bounces about half a foot off the mat, sending arms flying to mouths all around the arena. The only person not in shock is Todd Cortez, rolling the limp carcass of O'Hara over and hooking a leg... 1... 2... SHAYNE DIVES FOR THE SA... 3!!!!!! *DINGDINGDING!* Falling just short of the save, Shayne holds his head as Megan leaps for joy on the outside. Jade is still as shocked as anyone else in the arena and barely reacts to the defeat for her team. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the match... the team of CUCARACHA INTERNACIIIOOONNAAAAAALLLLLLL!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Pulling himself up, Cortez has his arm raised in victory but still looks far from enthusiastic about it. His mood doesn't improve as he hears applause from behind him, turning around to see Landon and Megan making a really big deal about congratulating him on a job well done. Raising an eyebrow, Cortez rolls out of the ring... and right past them, the applause dieing down a little as Cortez blows them off and walks off to the back on his own. COACH ...what a team! COLE Oh yeah, you can just feel the love right there. COACH Hey, they won, that's all that matters. Landon promised Todd Cortez success and glory once he came back to his side. And sure enough, who gets the victory? Who gets the pinfall for Cucaracha Internacional? Todd Cortez does! You have to give that man credit, Landon Maddix did exactly what he said he would! What a leader... what a man! COLE You... Cortez won the match, sure. But you're giving Landon the credit? COACH He's the leader, he gets all the credit. After all, who recruited Cortez in the first place? Landon Maddix, that's who. COLE You're too much. Not letting things get him down, Landon celebrates the victory with the rest of his Cucaracha Internacional team-mates as Cortez heads off into the distance. In the ring, Leon watches with a dejected expression, while D*LUX and Thunderkid divide their time between mulling over the loss and checking if Jamie O'Hara is okay. COLE Well, folks, brighter days hopefully ahead for The Love Generation, ThunderKid, and Jamie O'Hara. But right now, Landon Maddix's group looks like they're getting sharper by the day, and that can't bode well for the rest of the OAOAST. As for you fans we'll be back with more after this, including Reel Talk, our eight man survivor series bout, and the mainevent of Alix Maria Spezia and a partner of Krista's choice against The Heavenly Rockers. COMMERCIAL Edited February 22, 2008 by Patty O'Green Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted February 22, 2008 Call me (call me) on the line Call me, call me any, anytime The Enterprise presents... In association with the OAOAST and TSM "Reel Talk is filmed before a live studio audience." Executive Producer Theodore Moneymaker Casting Couch Ned Blanchard Security CPA Produced & Directed By Simon Singleton "BOOOOOOOOO *canned applause* OOOOOOOOOOO!" The curtain rises and there waiting for us is… GUEST STAR JIVIN' JR As is the custom on a sitcom, the guest star receives a warm reception from the live audience. The Boomer Sooner tips his cap/hat to the OAOAST faithful on hand before heading to the VIP Lounge as Ned Blanchard picks up their drinks at the bar, taking a moment to flirt with the barmaids. NED Blanchard notices he’s on live and rushes over to the lounge, psyching out Jivin’ JR on a high five attempt as the LED screen high above displays the up-to-date total number of women Ned has slept with in his quest to break Wilt Chamberlain‘s historic record of 20,000: CHASING CHAMBERLAIN 2,008 happy -- and very sore -- bitches! ^ 125 from last December NED It’s time once again for everybody to get REEL and TALK about the issues you truly care about. Ned Blanchard, your handsome host, back live and in living color after spending the last month training hard across this great land of ours, evident by the sign overhead. And for all you ladies overseas, I’ll be catching up with you on the OAOAST’s annual world tour in April and May. But I’m joined this week by guest co-host, the original voice of the OAOAST, an Okie who fell on hard times after the IZ-HD merger of ‘04, the man, the myth, the legend himself, Jivin’ JR! JIVIN’ JR Well Ned, it’s a real pleasure to be here filling in for your partner Simon Singleton who’s keeping the director’s seat warm in the truck as Molly is feeling a bit under the weather this week. I know I speak on behalf of everyone in wishing that young lady a speedy recovery. "BOOOOOOOOO *canned applause* OOOOOOOOOOO!" NED Absolutely. Get well soon Molly. Simon and I miss mentally tag teaming you. * canned laughter * NED Anyway, good to have you with us Jivin’ JR. You know, folks, it’s been awhile since you’ve had the opportunity to engage in some Reel Talk so let’s get right to business. What do you say JR? Presidential politics? The situation in Cuba and Kosovo? JIVIN’ JR AS GOD IS MY WITNESS…NEITHER! I’m a meat and potatoes type of guy. Those are major news stories to be sure, but all that pales in comparison -- and I think fans would agree -- to what’s going on in the OAOAST. NED Why didn’t I think of that? You’re exactly right. With AngleMania coming up the rear… * canned laughter * NED …and the Leap Year Spectacular next week, the OAOAST will be all over the news. So then let us talk about OAOAST related issues, particularly the Leap Year Spectacular because it’ll host the 2008 Anderson Cup Finals with my guests on the hippest and most happening talk show known to man or alien life form. Say JR, what’s your take on the AC Finals? HOT NEWZ Reel Talk confirms the OAOAST has signed a Sin City Street Fight between the Heavenly Rockers and Lone Star Gunslingers for the OAO World Tag Team Championship at the Leap Year Spectacular. Log on to OAOAST.com for more information. JIVIN’ JR It’s gonna be a real slobber knocker, Ned. I look for Rick and Scott to try and use their strength to their advantage and for Charlie Hass and Shelton Benjamin to employ a hit-and-run offensive style. Both have tremendous amateur wrestling credentials, with the slight edge going to Team Heyross. NED Rick and Scott? Charlie Hass and Shelton Benjamin? Who the hell are they? Have you been hitting the sauce again? JIVIN’ JR Is so damn good! Unable to control himself any longer, JR pops open a bottle of his world famous BBQ SAUCE and gulps it down! “CHUG!” “CHUG!” “CHUG!” Jivin’ JR tears his shirt off and parties in the stands with the fans, pouring BBQ sauce down brave souls throats as the OU fight song blares in the background. The music fades and we cut back to Ned at the lounge. NED I guess that does it for him, but not for me. Before I bring out my guests, there’s a very important person I’d like to introduce to you at this time. For years he served as the enforcer of the Horsemen -- the Enterprise of their day, only not as rich and sexy -- and held the tag team championship with 4 different partners. Younger fans know him better as the man the OAOAST named its tag tournament after. Ladies and gentlemen… ARN ANDERSON! Standing ovation for Double A, his arms raised holding up the legendary 4 fingers. NED Welcome to the show, old man. ARN Old man? NED Hey, no disrespect meant. But you are old. ARN I may be old, but like fine wine I get better with age, Blanchard. So I suggest you watch your attitude or I just might have to adjust it for you. "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" NED We’re cool. We’re cool. No reason to get all fired up. I don’t want your pacemaker to short-circuit on live television. Let’s get to the reason why you’re out here. The 2008 Anderson Cup Finals is next week and I want to get your thoughts the Sooner Bruisers/Team Heyross match up. I know it’s hard to get excited about the AC with the Beverly Hills Blonds out of it but please try anyway. ARN That reminds me. What happened to you and Simon? Oh, that’s right. You got eliminated in the first round by the Christ Air Express. "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" NED ARN But to answer your question, I think Jivin’ JR summarized it pretty well. You have what many people consider to be the most psychically dominating tag team in OAOAST history against, in my humble opinion, the best pound for pound tag team in professional wrestling today, Charlie Moss and Quentin Benjamin. It makes for a heck of a match up. One I look forward to seeing next week on the Leap Year Spectacular. NED If you had to pick me a winner right now, who would it be? And don’t let the fact I’m about to bring out both teams influence your decision. ARN Boy, I tell ya, it’s hard. It really is. That’s how evenly matched they are. NED Way to go out on a limb there, buddy. And now, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the 2008 Anderson Cup finalists, the MWC and Los Infernales Conference Champions… THE SOONER BRUISERS and TEAM HEYROSS! Both teams receive a mixed reaction as they walk onto the set from opposite sides, each acknowledging the presence of Arn Anderson. Now face to face they surprise Ned by shaking hands in a sign of respect. NED Aw, isn’t that sweet? Big Frank, I’ll start with you since you have the reputation of being semi controversial. One more W and the Sooner Bruisers are going to AngleMania to face the One & Only World tag team champions, whoever that may be. BIG FRANK Confident as we are, the job ain’t done yet. Moss, Benjamin, people might say you’re great, and we can appreciate your wrestling ability…but you don’t have the size and you damn sure ain’t got the muscle to hang with me and my brother. The fact is, we’re former World tag team champions, having ran roughshod over the tag div-- BENJAMIN Here we go again. This is what I was talking about last week. From the championship committee to every tag team on the roster, Charlie and I have never gotten the respect we’ve deserved. Respect isn’t given, it’s earned, right? Well that’s exactly what we’ve been doing since this tournament began. And people are finally starting to notice, from that same championship committee to even the fans. "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" MOSS We know it’s going to be a war next week, but there aren’t too many people in this world that can say they’ve made grown men cry just by placing them in a front facelock. UBER You think you could make one of us cry? Last time I checked neither one of our names was Brock Lesnar. No hold will cause us to panic or even break a sweat. MOSS Maybe I can’t get either one of you to cry, but I know I can get one of you to cry uncle once I slap on the Mossy Knoll. BIG FRANK I don’t know about you, but we’re in no hurry. Why don’t you try to make us cry uncle right now?! "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Off go the shirts and hoodies, as both teams are ready to start the AC Finals a week early, pushing and shoving one another. Arn Anderson and a herd of officials try to keep the peace while Ned pleads to “Let them fight!” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” The peace is kept but the fans don’t like it and neither does Ned. NED That sucks. Let them raise hell. It’s good for ratings! Well, I guess that’s a wrap. Until next time, Ned Blanchard telling you to keep it Reel Talk. BACK TO SOFA CENTRAL COLE Our, ahem, thanks to Ned Blanchard for weaseling his way into an interview with the Anderson Cup finalists. Certainly some bad blood developing between those two teams, and with so much at stake can you really say that wasn't expected. Last year's losing finalist, Los Diablos, didn't even make Anglemania, and were off television for months afterwards. Just making the finals isn't enough, you have got to win. Well, folks, when we come back its eight man survivor series action! Please stay tuned! COMMERCIAL Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted February 22, 2008 (edited) A piano plays a melody, causing the crowd to cheer. The lights go down in the arena, turning back on in tune with the melody. *"COME ON!"* *BOOM~!* "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Pyro explodes, leaving behind fire that burns on both sides of the entrance stage. "Gasolina (Remix)" by Daddy Yankee featuring Lil' Jon and Pitbull starts playing. The entrance doors slide open, and Colombian Heat comes charging out, receiving a HUGE pop from the Detroit fateful. Heat gets the crowd fired up, bouncing up and down across the entrance stage, the OAOAST United States Championship belt strapped around his waist. Heat points to his belt, and then raises his hands, acknowledging the fans. Colombian Heat points to both sides of the arena, and then walks down the entrance ramp, slapping hands with the fans along the way. *DING DING DING* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the 8-Man Survivor Series Elimination Match. In this match, to win you must eliminate all four members of the opposite team. Elimination can occur via pinfall, submission, countout or disqualification. Introducing first. The members of The People's Team. Team member #1. Coming to the ring at this time. Originally from Bogotá, Colombia but now residing in Miami, Florida. Weighing in at 180 lbs. He is one-half of The Badd Boyz AND the reigning One And Only AngleSault Thread United States Champion. He...is...COLOMBIANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTT! Colombian Heat dances a bit on the entrance ramp, and then continues walking to the ring. COLE We are set for some 8-Man Survivor Series Elimination action here on HeldDOWN~! No titles are at stake here, but pride is. COACH But a title will be at stake next Thursday. Colombian Heat battles Stephen Joseph Popick for the World Heavyweight Title! COLE That's right, Coach. Heat gets the first one-on-one Title shot of his entire career! Can he come through big time and face his best friend at AngleMania VII, or will it be Popick going one-on-one with his former client at the biggest show of the year? COACH I'll answer that for you already. It's gonna be Popick. COLE We'll find out in seven days, Coach. Colombian Heat slaps some fans' hands at ringside, and then climbs up the ring steps. Heat hops into the ring. Colombian Heat points to the OAOAST United States Championship belt around his waist, and then gets onto the second ring rope and does the "WESTSIIIIIIIDE" hand signal, receiving cheers. Heat pounds his chest as he gets off the ropes and heads to a second turnbuckle, where he once again throws up the "W" hand signal again, receiving more cheers. Heat plays to the crowd while on the second turnbuckle, pointing to the OAOAST United States Championship belt strapped around his waist, and then hops off it. He calls for a microphone. COLE Colombian Heat, the current OAOAST United States Champion, has a chance to become a double champion in one week when he battles Popick for the World Title, the winner going on to the AngleMania VII main event on March 30th! COACH Colombian Heat better thank his lucky stars that the United States Title isn't on the line in his match with Popick next Thursday, because Popick would have taken *that* belt away from him and become a double champion himself! COLE The odds are definitely stacked against Colombian Heat. Tha Puerto Rican is barred from ringside, but the SJPC isn't! And you just know that Popick will use that to his advantage. COACH He won't need to. He'll beat Colombian Heat with his *talent*. Something he has in spades! COLE And he seems to have Corporation members in spades. COACH Shut up, Cole. COLE I love pissing you off. COACH Ass. Colombian Heat grabs a microphone. COLOMBIAN HEAT Yo, kill da beat! "Gasolina (Remix)" by Daddy Yankee featuring Lil' Jon and Pitbull dies down. The crowd cheers loudly. "HEAT!" "HEAT!" "HEAT!" "HEAT!" Colombian Heat smiles a wide smile. COLOMBIAN HEAT A'ight, y'all. A'ight y'all. If all of y'all are ready to see me, PRL, Mad Cappa, and ZACK MALIBU, Tha People's Team, make all those suckas in 'Tha Corporate Team' feel the Heat...then Detroit, Michigan...make some motherfreakin' noise UP IN THIS-- "BI-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!" The crowd cheers loudly. The camera shows several Colombian Heat signs in the crowd. COLOMBIAN HEAT Damn right. Colombian Heat hands the microphone to a ringside attendant. Heat exits the ring and removes the Colombian Heat bandana from around his neck. Heat searches around ringside for someone. He finds a little boy wearing a black Colombian Heat T-shirt, PRL sunglasses, and a giant foam PRL finger on his right hand. The child is also carrying a Colombian Heat action figure in his left hand. Colombian Heat places the Colombian Heat bandana over the head of the child. Heat high fives the little kid and smiles a wide smile. COLE Ha! Ha! Everyone, regardless of how old they are, loves Colombian Heat! COACH If they have the mind of a 4-year-old. COLE Oh will you stop!? Colombian Heat stays at ringside, looking towards the entrance. The crowd is buzzing in anticipation. COLE This is going to be a war. “THE CHAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMP…” *DUN DUN* “…IS…” *DUN* “…HERE!” "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A lightning bolt hits the entrance stage, the PRL entrance video plays on the AngleTron, and “Know Your Role 2000” blasts over the P.A. system, bringing the crowd to life. The lights go down in the arena. PR is heard saying, “THE CHAMP IS HERE!” in tune with the beat of the song, while smoke fills the entrance stage, and spotlights circle around and around the arena. A few seconds elapsed, the entrance doors slide open, and Tha Puerto Rican quickly saunters out, stopping to look at the size of the crowd. PRL looks all over the arena, and then takes a deep breath. He jumps up and down, snorts, and then walks down the entrance ramp, not stopping at all, keeping his eyes focused on the ring. The crowd cheers louder than before. BUFFER And his partner. Coming to the ring at this time. From San Juan, Puerto Rico. Weighing in at 220 lbs. He is one-half of The Badd Boyz. The captain of The People's Team...THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! COLE The Badd Boyz are partners tonight, but they could be opponents come AngleMania VII if Colombian Heat beats Stephen Joseph Popick next Thursday! COACH As much joy as I would get seeing those two clowns fight, I gotta support my man Popick. He DESERVES to main event his first AngleMania as Heavyweight Champion of the World! COLE Well, Tha Puerto Rican has wrestled Colombian Heat one-on-one more times in the past than he has Stephen Joseph Popick! But either way, Tha Puerto Rican IS the #1 Contender to the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title and he WILL be wrestling at AngleMania VII after winning last week's amazing Ultimate X Match against Spanish Fly to get the Title shot and keep his career going! COACH Ugh. Don't remind me. I was hoping that last week was the last time PRL would be in an OAOAST ring. COLE You weren't alone. The Popicks and the Corporation were too. But Tha Puerto Rican pulled through, and now he's got a first class ticket to AngleMania on March 30th! COACH Ugh. I think I am going to be sick. Tha Puerto Rican walks around ringside, slapping hands with some of the fans, keeping his eyes on Spanish Fly. Fly taunts PRL from inside of the ring. COLE You can feel the electricity! Tha Puerto Rican on his way to the ring! COACH Oh, get it over with already, Rock-lite! PRL stops to slap some fans’ hands. Puerto climbs up the ring steps and then gets onto the ring apron. He gives the fans The People’s Eyebrow, and then enters the ring. He spins around; soaking in the fans’ cheers while “Know Your Role 2000” continues playing over the P.A. system. Tha Puerto Rican does the HBK muscle pose while pyro explodes behind him. The crowd is still cheering loudly. COLE The last time Tha Puerto Rican and Colombian Heat competed in a Survivor Series Elimination Match together on HeldDOWN~!, they were the captains of opposing teams! But now, tonight, they are partners along with two other men who we never thought we ever see Tha Puerto Rican team up with! COACH It's like a motley crue of losers facing The Corporate Team tonight! Tha Puerto Rican heads to a second turnbuckle and raises his hands in the air. He then gets off of the second turnbuckle and then heads to another second turnbuckle and raises his hands in the air again. PRL gets off of the second turnbuckle, walks right by Colombian Heat, and then heads to a third second turnbuckle where he proceeds to raise his right fist into the air and “smell the electricity” while a single spotlight shines on him ala The Rock. The crowd cheers loudly. Tha Puerto Rican gets off of the second turnbuckle and heads to the fourth second turnbuckle where he does the same Rock pose, receiving cheers. COLE Tha Puerto Rican with a chance at revenge, taking on three members of the group that he led for FOUR years! Most groups in professional wrestling don't even last a whole year, let alone FOUR! That right there should tell you just how powerful The Lightning Crew was when it was under the leadership of Tha Puerto Rican. COACH Yes, The Lightning Crew was powerful...but the Stephen Joseph Popick Corporation is even MORE powerful! They've proved it in the past, and they will prove it again TONIGHT! Tha Puerto Rican gets off the ropes and walks over to Colombian Heat where he proceeds to talk with him. COLE PRL has been rivals with all of his partners here tonight! But the past is the past. And they must work together if they are to defeat The Corporate Team. COACH Which is next to impossible. No wait...it's impossible. Definitely impossible! PRL and Colombian Heat talk it up. PRL tells Heat something and then removes his sunglasses and earring and hands them over to a ringside attendant. PRL then goes back to talking to Colombian Heat, while the lights go back on in the arena and “Know Your Role 2000” continues playing. COLE The Badd Boyz teaming up for the first time in a long time on HeldDOWN~! And they will be joined by two other men, one they know very well. Tha Puerto Rican and Colombian Heat are still talking as "Know Your Role 2000" dies down. The crowd is buzzing in anticipation of the next entrance. *1, 2, 3! Hit it!* The opening trumpet blare brings the crowd to its collective feet. The lights go down in the arena. “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)” by DJ Kool starts playing. Red spotlights fly all over the arena while strobe lights appear over, under and around the AngleTron. The crowd chants, “GO CAP-PA! GO CAP-PA! GO CAP-PA!” in tune with the beat. A single spotlight shines on the entrance. The Mad Cappa’s back is turned to the camera. Cappa starts dancing to his entrance theme, and then stops to turn around and flash his pearly whites to his adoring fans. Mad Cappa points to the fans and then begins his walk to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. BUFFER And their partner. Coming to the ring at this time. From Northern, Virginia. Weighing in at 183 lbs. THE MADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD CAPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! The Mad Cappa stops at ringside and slaps the fans’ hands there as “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)” continues playing. COLE The Mad Cappa has formed an uneasy alliance with Tha Puerto Rican in the past three months, not based on any love for one another, but based more on a mutual respect that they have for each other. COACH I'm just waiting for when one of them turns on the other. COLE If they wanted to do that, it would have happened by now, I think. COACH There's still time, Michael. There's still time. The Mad Cappa throws up a peace sign for his fans as he makes his way up the ring steps. He enters the ring and then climbs onto the ring ropes to raise his right fist into the air. The crowd cheers loudly. Mad Cappa heads to the opposite ropes and raises his right fist into the air again, receiving more cheers. Cappa then stands in the center of the ring while a spotlight shines on him and dances some more to cheers. COLE The Mad Cappa is in a fighting mood! We haven't seen much of Cappa since Anglepalooza, but you better believe that he hasn't forgotten about his issue with the Corporation! COACH He sure. Time to move on. Fail at other things. COLE Oh will you stop!? COACH Nah, this is fun! I love pissing you off! Mad Cappa stops dancing and pounds his chest with his right fist in a show of love. He raises his hands in the air as the spotlight continues shining on him. COLE These men are powerful enough on their own. But together, with their partner, oh boy. COACH They will fall. Hard. The lights go back on in the arena. Cappa bounces off the ropes to get himself warmed up for his match. TMC talks to PRL and Colombian Heat. All three men have serious looks on their faces as they speak. COLE One more entrance for The People's Team, and it's a big one. What a coup for The People's Team! COACH Whoopie-doo! The Mad Cappa, Tha Puerto Rican, and Colombian Heat continue talking as “Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Reunion Mix)” by DJ Kool dies down. The crowd is buzzing in anticipation for the next entrance. Cappa takes a deep breath. PRL and Heat look at each other. COLE 4-On-4! 8-Man Survivor Series Elimination Match! It's coming up in just a few moments on the OAOAST's flagship show! And speaking of the OAOAST, you can't talk about the One And Only AngleSault Thread without talking about this man. ::CUE: "Getting Away With Murder" by Papa Roach:: "YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHH!" The opening bass riff of "Getting Away With Murder" by Papa Roach hits. A shower of golden pyro appears over the entrance underneath the AngleTron. The entrance doors slide open, and Zack Malibu makes his way out through the shower of golden pyro. *PYRO~!* *PYRO~!* White pyro then shoots off on both sides of the entrance stage. Zack looks at the crowd, looks to the ring, and then walks down the entrance ramp, slapping hands with the fans along the way, but keeping his eyes focused on the ring. BUFFER And the final member of The People's Team. Coming to the ring at this time. From Providence, Rhode Island. Weighing in at 210 lbs. He is a former 3-time One And Only AngleSault Thread Heavyweight Champion of the Wooooooooooorrrrllllllllllllddddddddddd! The one...the only...ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCKKKKKKK MALIBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! Zack looks at the ring as "Getting Away With Murder" continues playing. PRL, Mad Cappa, and Colombian Heat stare at Zack as he gets closer to the ring. COLE You can't talk about the OAOAST without talking about this man! The face of the OAOAST over the past five years, he is to the One And Only AngleSault Thread what Michael Jordan was to the NBA. What Wayne Gretzky was to the NHL. What Babe Ruth was to Major League Baseball. He is the poster child for the OAOAST, and if you have him on your team, you KNOW that you are going to get greatness! COACH Are you done kissing his ass now? COLE ...yes. COACH Good. Zack high fives some fans and then runs around ringside climbing up the ring steps and then entering the ring. Zack glances over at his three partners for the evening, and then heads to a second turnbuckle where he raises his right fist in the air to a LOUD pop from the crowd. Malibu then gets off of the turnbuckle and heads to another second turnbuckle where he raises his right fist into the air again to another LOUD pop from the crowd. Malibu gets off of the turnbuckle and heads to a third second turnbuckle where he raises his right fist into the air again to more cheers. Zack gets off of the turnbuckle and heads to the fourth second turnbuckle to raise his right fist into the air again to a pop from the crowd. COLE Zack Malibu has never in his career teamed up with Tha Puerto Rican, The Mad Cappa, OR Colombian Heat! But he is doing so tonight! He may have his own motives for teaming up, but the important thing is that he showed up ready to fight! COACH More like he showed up to get his ass kicked! COLE Hmmph. Zack Malibu gets off of the second turnbuckle and then removes his hooded vest and hands it over to a ringside attendant. Zack stretches for a bit, and then goes over to where PRL, Heat, and Mad Cappa are and starts talking to them. COLE A historic meeting. A one night only team. PRL, Zack Malibu, Mad Cappa, Colombian Heat on the same team. For the first time EVER! COACH This is going to be awesome. COLE Indeed it will, Coach. Indeed it will. Zack, PRL, Heat and Mad Cappa continue their discussion as "Getting Away With Murder" by Papa Roach dies down. The crowd buzzes in anticipation for the heels to come out. COLE How well will these four men do as a team tonight? Against a team as experienced as the Stephen Joseph Popick Corporation? COACH Not too well, I don't think. COLE We are about to find out! Tha Puerto Rican, Zack Malibu, Colombian Heat, and The Mad Cappa turn their attention to the entrance. "THE C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-CORP-CORPORA-CORPORATION" “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The opening to “No Chance In Hell” plays as smoke fills the entrance stage. The lights go down in the arena. The Stephen Joseph Popick Corporation entrance video plays on the AngleTron. The crescendo hits, and a HUGE burst of pyro explodes over the entrance stage. “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Royds starts playing. *No chance (No chance) That’s what ya got! (Ha! Ha! Yeah.) We’re up against no machine too strong (Too strong) Pussy politicians buying souls for us are…PUPPETS! (Puppets!)* The entrance doors slide open. Stephen Joseph Popick comes out, the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt strapped around his waist. Behind him comes his wife, Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez-Popick, carrying the OAOAST Women's Championship belt over her left shoulder. Standing to Stephen Joseph's left is Cuban Wall, who cracks his knuckles, and then looks at the crowd before pumping his right fist into the air to boos. Vitamin X comes out next, muttering angrily with Princess Stacey standing to his right. And last but not least is Spanish Fly, who brings in the rear. Fly comes jogging out. He throws the old Wolfpack hand signal with both hands and sticks his tongue out. Fly throws out a few CROTCH CHOPS~! to the fans. The Stephen Joseph Popick Corporation members all look to be in a foul mood. COLE And there they are. COACH The single greatest group of wrestlers in professional wrestling history! COLE I wouldn't go that far. COACH I would. COLE Yeah, you would. Stephen Joseph Popick outstretches his arms in a crucified position. *PYRO~!* *PYRO~!* *PYRO~!* *PYRO~!* *PYRO~!* COACH Whoa! Vitamin X does the Shane-O-Mac Shuffle. Dollar signs are superimposed over the entrance ramp. Cuban Wall and Spanish Fly taunt The People's Team. Stephen Joseph orders his team to follow him down the entrance ramp into the ring. BUFFER And their opponents. Coming to the ring at this time. Accompanied to the ring by the One And Only AngleSault Thread Women's Champion Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez-Popick and Princess Stacey. At a total combined weight of 933 lbs. Representing the Stephen Joseph Popick Corporation. They are the team of Vitamin X, Spanish Fly, Cuban Wall, AND the One And Only AngleSault Thread World Heavyweight Champion Stephen Joseph Popick...THE CORPORATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! The Corporate Team continues walking down the entrance ramp with Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez-Popick and Princess Stacey. COLE The Corporate Team all coming out as a unit! COACH That's what makes them so great. United they stand, divided they WILL fall! COLE They've been a team much longer than their opponents! They will have the experience factor here tonight! COACH As well as the talent factor. And the sexy factor. Hello, Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez-Popick and Princess Stacey! Mmmmm. COLE Oh brother. Spanish Fly taunts the fans, and gives them more CROTCH CHOPS~!. Vitamin X bobs his head to the beat of "No Chance In Hell". Popick makes sure to stay away from the fans trying to touch him or his belt. Cuban Wall shadow boxes a little bit as he walks to the ring. The members of The People's Team stare at the members of The Corporate Team. COLE It's The People's Team vs. The Corporate Team! Only ONE team will win! How many will survive this war!? Cuban Wall motions that he is going to hurt PRL. COLE And Cuban Wall and Spanish Fly looking to get their hands on PRL after what happened last week! Cuban Wall LOSING the OAOAST World Title shot that he earned by winning the 2008 Lethal Rumble Match at Anglepalooza back in January. COACH The saddest day in Cuban Wall's career. And he wasn't even involved in the decision! COLE No, but he tried to interfere, and Colombian Heat made sure that no interference would take place! COACH He just wanted to help his friend! That thug! COLE Regardless, PRL IS going to AngleMania VII on March 30th to fight for the World Heavyweight Title. NOT Cuban Wall! COACH UGH! Vitamin X tells his fellow Corporate Team members something, and then slides into the ring. He charges after Zack Malibu, going for a punch--BLOCKED! Zack Malibu fires off with punches of his own! The crowd cheers loudly! The lights go back on inside of the arena as "No Chance In Hell" by Bradley Royds dies down. Referee Earl Hebner calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* COLE And here we go now! It's going to be Zack Malibu, with those punches, starting things off against Vitamin X! COACH Oh my gosh! 8-MAN SURVIVOR SERIES ELIMINATION MATCH THE PEOPLE’S TEAM (Tha Puerto Rican, Colombian Heat, The Mad Cappa and Zack Malibu) vs. THE CORPORATE TEAM (Stephen Joseph Popick, Cuban Wall, Vitamin X, & Spanish Fly with Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez-Popick and Princess Stacey) "No Chance In Hell" by Bradley Royds dies down. Zack and Vitamin X engage in a slugfest! Vitamin X quickly gains the advantage. X whips Malibu into the ropes--Malibu reverses--Vitamin X bounces off of the ropes, Zack hits X with a dropkick! Zack quickly covers The X-Man. 1... 2... KICK OUT! COACH Come on Zack. You knew that wouldn’t be enough to put The X-Man away! Zack picks Vitamin X up. VX spears Zack into The Corporate Team corner! Cuban Wall holds Zack in place while Popick and Spanish Fly get their shots in on The Franchise. Vitamin X distracts Earl Hebner as this is going on. COLE And The Corporate Team already using their team tactics on The Franchise of the OAOAST! COACH They have the experience. They’re doing what they do best! X walks over and makes the tag to Spanish Fly. Spanish Fly immediately gets in and attacks Zack Malibu with martial arts kicks all over his body. “ZACK!” “ZACK!” “ZACK!” “ZACK!” Spanish Fly punches Zack in the face several times. He then switches to Clubberin’~! They be clubbering’~! forearms on Malibu. The forearms stagger Malibu. Zack fires back with punches of his own. COLE Zack going head-to-head with Spanish Fly for the first time ever. Remember, he doesn’t have a personal issue with the Corporation. He accepted PRL’s request for his own reasons tonight. COACH Yeah. What a selfish bastard Zack is. COLE He’s not friends with PRL. He didn’t have to accept his request in the first place. But he did. COACH For selfish reasons. Again, he’s a selfish bastard. Spanish Fly scratches Zack’s eyes, and then punches him several times before whipping him into the ropes. Fly goes for a right hand, Zack Malibu ducks, bounces off of the ropes, and fires with a running back elbow! COLE And Zack with a running back elbow on the diminutive Spanish Fly! COACH Come on Fly! You eliminate Zack and you’ll recover nicely from last week! Zack waits for Fly to get up. He goes for a clothesline, but Spanish Fly ducks…and then nails Zack with a spinning heel kick! COLE Big time spinning heel kick from Spanish Fly on Zack Malibu! COACH Fly knocked down Zack! THE Zack Malibu! Awesome! Spanish Fly gives Zack a CROTCH CHOP~! and tells him to “SUCK IT!” He then makes the tag to Stephen Joseph Popick. COLE And here we go. Zack/Popick once again. Zack and Popick haven’t been in the same ring since the Triple Cage Match at November Reign last year. And we all know how that one ended. COACH Yes, it was truly the beginning of the end for Tha Puerto Rican that night. The boo birds fly the moment Popick is tagged in. With his wife and Princess Stacey looking on, the cocky OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion picks Zack Malibu up and punches him in the face several times. He then makes the tag back to Spanish Fly. COLE That’s it!? He wasn’t even in there for a minute! COACH Hey now. He’s the World Heavyweight Champion. He shouldn’t have to get his hands dirty if he doesn’t want to. COLE Coach, being the World Heavyweight Champion, you would expect him to wrestle the most out of anyone else in this company! COACH No, you would expect him to hold back a bit. His Title match is NEXT Thursday, not tonight. Spanish Fly takes Zack over to a neutral corner and slams his face on top of the top turnbuckle pad. COLE All four members of The People’s Team have quite the history with Stephen Joseph Popick, and would love to get their hands on him tonight. COACH But they’re not going to. Uh-uh! Fly whips Zack into the opposite turnbuckle corner. Fly does a CROTCH CHOP~!, and then charges forward, going for a seated Senton…but Zack moves out of the way, and Spanish Fly crashes into the top turnbuckle and crumbles like an accordion onto the mat! The crowd cheers! COACH His neck! COLE Spanish Fly is down! COACH And so is Zack! Indeed, Zack lies on the mat along with Spanish Fly. PRL, Mad Cappa, and Colombian Heat all pace back and forth, wanting the tag. COLE Zack desperately needs to make the tag! Can he get to his corner before Spanish Fly does? COACH COME ON FLY! Spanish Fly and Zack Malibu crawl over to their respective corners. They inch closer and closer. A hush silence falls over the crowd as Zack Malibu spots Colombian Heat’s right hand… …and makes the tag before Spanish Fly does! COLE And here comes Colombian Heat with a HUGE score to settle! Spanish Fly stabbed Colombian Heat in the back to join the Stephen Joseph Popick Corporation back in December of last year! The crowd cheers! Colombian Heat picks Spanish Fly up and throws him into a neutral corner! Heat starts firing away with punches to Spanish Fly’s temple! He then chops Fly across the chest! *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Colombian Heat switches between a combination of chops and punches on Spanish Fly in the turnbuckle corner! He then whips Spanish Fly into the opposite neutral corner. Spanish Fly hits the turnbuckle back-first HARD! Fly staggers forward, right into a BAAAAACK Body Drop from Colombian Heat! Vitamin X enters the ring, and gets knocked down immediately with a punch! COLE Punch for Vitamin X! Stephen Joseph Popick enters the ring, and he too gets knocked down with a punch! COLE Punch for Popick! Cuban Wall enters the ring, and Colombian Heat starts punching him in the face! The Mad Cappa enters the ring and attacks Vitamin X! Tha Puerto Rican enters the ring and attacks Stephen Joseph Popick! Zack Malibu enters the ring and attacks Cuban Wall! All 8 men start slugging it out! The crowd cheers! COLE And here we go! All 8-men are in the ring! All hell has broken loose! Tha Puerto Rican clotheslines Popick over the top rope and onto the floor! Vitamin X tries to run away from The Mad Cappa by exiting the ring! But Cappa exits the ring and follows him! Zack Malibu and Cuban Wall brawl in a turnbuckle corner! Meanwhile, Colombian Heat gives Spanish Fly the Bong Hit! COLE Bong Hit on Spanish Fly! The Mad Cappa brawls with Vitamin X on the outside. Heat exits the ring and climbs the top rope. COLE Heat going up top here. COACH Oh crap! He’s gonna fly on Fly! Colombian Heat is hunched over on the top rope and is waiting for Spanish Fly to get up. COACH LOOK OUT FLY! COLE In a bit of irony, it is Colombian Heat who’ll fly right here! COACH Oh darn! Spanish Fly is slowly getting up. He gets to a vertical base. COLE Spanish Fly is in la-la land! Spanish Fly is up. He staggers right into a missile dropkick from Colombian Heat! Colombian Heat quickly sits up. The crowd cheers. COACH Oh no. COLE Here it comes! Colombian Heat looks at his right hand. He seems mesmerized by it. He starts talking to it. COACH What is with that damn hand of his? COLE He’s mesmerized by it! COACH Oh brother! Colombian Heat’s right hand starts shaking. Heat’s eyes are bugging out. COACH Not the stupid, stinky, repulsive-- Colombian Heat’s head is shaking. He acts like he is in a seizure. His eyes are still bugging out. COLE The crowd is on its feet! COACH Ugh. Colombian Heat is still in a seizure. COACH He’s made me hate this move. Colombian Heat’s head and hands are shaking. He then stops. COLOMBIAN HEAT (AND CROWD) WASSSSSSSSSSSSUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!? Colombian Heat does a Spinaroonie to a pop from the crowd! COLE Spinaroonie! Spinaroonie! Spinaroonie from Colombian Heat! COACH Give me a break here! Colombian Heat stands up…and clutches his throat and gasps for air! COLE There it is! The signal for the Colombian Necktie! Colombian Heat waits for Spanish Fly to get up. When he does, Colombian Heat kicks Spanish Fly in the gut, turns around, and then grabs Spanish Fly’s arms. COACH Oh no. Colombian Heat looks at the ceiling of the Joe Louis Arena, looks at Tha Puerto Rican, The Mad Cappa, and Zack Malibu, looks at Spanish Fly, and then looks at the fans. He lifts Spanish Fly up-- Cuban Wall enters the ring and gives Colombian Heat a big boot to the face! COACH Phew! COLE Cuban Wall with a big boot to the face saving his partner there! Cuban Wall goes back to his corner. Colombian Heat is lying on the mat face-down. Spanish Fly is on his knees. He begins to crawl over to The Corporate Team corner. COLE Spanish Fly was saved from possible elimination there by Cuban Wall. COACH God bless you, Cuban Wall. Spanish Fly uses the second and third ring ropes to pull himself up. He takes a deep breath and then exits the ring. Fly climbs the top rope. COLE Colombian Heat may be in trouble here. Spanish Fly is hunched over on the top rope just like Colombian Heat was a few minutes before. Colombian Heat uses the second ring rope to pull himself up. Heat is on his left knee. Heat uses the bottom and second ring ropes to get back to a vertical base. Spanish Fly motions for Heat to get up. COLE Heat better be careful here. Spanish Fly is on the top rope. Colombian Heat slowly rises upward. The crowd (and The People’s Team) are desperately trying to warn Colombian Heat on what’s going to happen to him in only a few seconds. But Colombian Heat is too busy recovering to listen. Colombian Heat holds his face in pain as stands up straight using the second rope to maintain his balance. Colombian Heat slowly walks forward, holding his face in pain. WHEN HE GETS HIT WITH A FLY SWATTER FROM SPANISH FLY~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111 COLE Fly Swatter! Fly Swatter from Spanish Fly! COACH YES! Spanish Fly covers Colombian Heat, hooking his left leg. Earl Hebner counts. 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COLE Spanish Fly pinned Colombian Heat! Spanish Fly eliminated his FORMER best friend! COACH Way to go, Fly! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1st Elimination: Colombian Heat (2:40) Eliminated By: Spanish Fly (via pinfall) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, Colombian Heat…HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Spanish Fly does a fist pump in celebration of eliminating his former partner and running buddy. The other 3 Corporate Team members applaud Fly, while PRL, Zack, and The Mad Cappa groan in disappointment. COLE Colombian Heat, the man who will face Stephen Joseph Popick next Thursday night for the World Heavyweight Title, is the first man eliminated from this contest! COACH Heat is just getting a little preview of what’s to come next Thursday night on the Leap Year Spectacular! Except instead of a Fly Swatter, it will be a Finality that gets the job done, HA! HA! HA! Princess Stacey and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez-Popick applaud Spanish Fly. Earl Hebner tells Colombian Heat that he has to leave the ring. Heat starts rolling out of the ring while the crowd boos loudly. Spanish Fly throws up the Wolfpack hand signal and sticks his tongue out to boos. Fly laughs manically. He doesn’t notice when Zack Malibu enters the ring. COLE Uh…Fly. COACH LOOK OUT! Spanish Fly turns around…and gets hit with punches in bunches from Zack Malibu to the crowd’s delight! COLE And Zack Malibu just hammering away on Spanish Fly right now! Zack’s punches take Spanish Fly over to a neutral corner. He keeps on with the punching though to the crowd’s continued delight. But suddenly, the focus shifts from the ring to the entrance stage. COLE And look at this. COACH What in tarnations? BOHEMOTH appears on the entrance stage. The crowd cheers loudly. COLE Bohemoth is out here! What’s he doing here? COACH He’s probably thinking how he’ll hurt Zack before AngleMania! COLE Will you stop!? Bo just stands on the entrance stage watching the match. The camera cuts back to the ring just in time to see Zack going for the ZACK ATTACK 2!…AND MISSING! COLE Spanish Fly moved out of the way in the nick of time! Zack Malibu is down! Bohemoth is on the entrance stage watching everything! Who will be the sole survivors? We will find out when we return! Zack Malibu is on the mat holding his knees in pain. Spanish Fly is also lying on the mat. This is the last image we see before we fade to black. Commercials We return from commercial break with The Mad Cappa giving Spanish Fly a Lou Thesz Press! Cappa gets on top of Fly and immediately hammers away at him to cheers! COLE Back on HeldDOWN~!, and fans, during the break, Zack Malibu tagged in The Mad Cappa, the fresh man, who has taken control of this match for The People’s Team! COACH It’s only temporarily! Only temporarily! The Mad Cappa gets up, charges forward, bounces off of the ropes, and nails Fly with a double axehandle on the mat! Cappa then gets up and bounces off of the ropes again…Stephen Joseph Popick nails Cappa in the back of the neck! The Mad Cappa staggers right into Vitamin X nailing The Mad Cappa with a punch! The Mad Cappa staggers some more into Cuban Wall nailing The Mad Cappa in the back of the neck! The Mad Cappa stagger some more. FLY SWATTER~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111 COLE Fly Swatter! Fly Swatter on The Mad Cappa! COACH That’s it. It’s over. COLE This should be it. Spanish Fly covers The Mad Cappa. He hooks Cappa’s left leg. Earl Hebner counts. 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COLE And Spanish Fly eliminates another one! COACH AW YEAH! Spanish Fly truly is rebounding back nicely from last week’s disappointment! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2nd Elimination: The Mad Cappa (5:44) Eliminated By: Spanish Fly (via pinfall) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, The Mad Cappa…HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COACH HA! HA! HA! We are now down to 2 men left for ‘The People’s Team!’ They’re doomed! COLE It is 4-on-2 now. Nobody from The Corporate Team has been eliminated yet! Tha Puerto Rican and Zack Malibu are the last two men left! Tha Puerto Rican and Zack Malibu teaming up for the first time ever tonight here on HeldDOWN~! Spanish Fly throws up the Wolfpack hand signal with both hands again. The crowd boos loudly. The Corporate Team members applaud Fly as does Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez-Popick and Princess Stacey. STEPHEN JOSEPH POPICK RIGHT FLY! Spanish Fly poses for the fans. He taunts them, giving them a CROTCH CHOP~!. As he does this, Tha Puerto Rican enters the ring and gets into his predator position. The crowd cheers, but Spanish Fly continues taunting the fans. COLE The Corporate Team vs. Tha Puerto Rican and Zack Malibu, and Tha Puerto Rican, the captain of the team, is in the ring right now! Spanish Fly turns around, and gets knocked down to the mat with a clothesline! COACH Oh no! COLE Oh what a clothesline! The crowd goes wild! PRL waits for Spanish Fly to get up, and when he does, PR attacks with Rock-style punches to the temple! COLE PRL going to work on Spanish Fly, picking up where we left off last week in that Ultimate X Match! PRL still has a career in the OAOAST and will meet the winner of the Stephen Joseph Popick/Colombian Heat match next week for the OAOAST Championship at AngleMania VII on March 30th! Tha Puerto Rican’s punches take Spanish Fly to the ropes. PRL gives Fly an Irish whip into the ropes--NO--Spanish Fly reverses--Stephen Joseph Popick nails PRL in the back with his right knee! PRL staggers forward, right into a flying clothesline from Spanish Fly! COACH Things are looking bad for The People’s Team and I love it! Spanish Fly stomps on Tha Puerto Rican. He picks PRL up, and then grabs him by his head and takes him over to The Corporate Team corner where he slams his head on the top turnbuckle pad! He then makes the tag to Cuban Wall. COLE Cuban Wall making his first appearance in this match-up. COACH Go get him, Wall! Cuban Wall stomps on Tha Puerto Rican in the turnbuckle corner. He then switches to soupbones all over Tha Puerto Rican’s body. “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” COACH Cuban Wall is going to leave Tha Puerto Rican’s body black and blue tomorrow! Serves him right for stealing his Title shot at AngleMania VII away! COLE Cuban Wall, the 2008 Lethal Rumble winner, but as of last week he is no longer the #1 Contender to the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship! Instead, the #1 Contender is the man Wall is beating up, Tha Puerto Rican! COACH PRL and Colombian Heat ruined the dream of an all-CORPORATE AngleMania main event! Heat’s already paid for that, Tha Puerto Rican’s gonna pay for it right now! COLE I think the only one who was having that dream was you, Coach. Cuban Wall grabs Tha Puerto Rican and scoops him up into a fallaway slam position. Wall runs over to a neutral turnbuckle corner, ramming Tha Puerto Rican’s back into the turnbuckle in the process. Cuban Wall then runs over to the opposite neutral corner, ramming Tha Puerto Rican’s back into that turnbuckle in the process. Wall then runs over to The People’s Team’s corner, ramming PR’s back into the turnbuckle, and then stopping to taunt Zack Malibu. Zack sneers at Wall. Cuban Wall then runs over to The Corporate Team’s corner, and rams PRL’s back into the turnbuckle HARD! He then finishes it off with a powerslam onto the mat! COLE Cuban Wall with one of his trademark moves on Tha Puerto Rican! COACH He’s got him now. Wall goes for the cover. 1... 2... KICK OUT! Cuban Wall punches PRL in the face. He then picks Tha Puerto Rican up and takes him over to The Corporate Team corner. He makes the tag to Vitamin X. Wall holds the winded PRL up. Vitamin X starts jukin’ and jivin’. The crowd boos. Vitamin X punches PRL in the face. He punches PRL in the face again. Vitamin X does the Shane-O-Mac Shuffle, and then punches PRL in the face for a third time knocking him down! COACH YEE-HAW! Vitamin X striking big with that! HA! HA! X goes for the cover. 1...2...KICK OUT! X yells at the referee, but then marches on. VX picks Tha Puerto Rican up. He starts jukin’ and jivin’ again. X goes for a punch--BLOCKED! PRL fires with a punch! Then another punch! And then another punch! And then another punch! COLE PRL firing away on his former 2nd-In-Command! COACH Aw crap! PRL goes for another punch--BLOCKED! Vitamin X fires with right hands of his own! COLE And Vitamin X again! Vitamin X’s punches take PRL over to the ropes. Vitamin X grabs PRL’s left hand, and then gives him an Irish whip into the opposite ropes--PRL reverses--hits Vitamin X with a back elbow! PRL waits for Vitamin X to get up. He hits X with a Rock-style punch to the temple, and then grabs X’s left hand and whips him into the opposite ropes--Vitamin X reverses--PRL reverses--PRL scoops Vitamin X up onto his shoulders. Samoan Drop! Afterwards, PRL applauds himself. The crowd cheers. COACH Show off. COLE These people love it when he does that, Coach! COACH Since when? COLE Since November of last year…and maybe even earlier than that! PRL covers Vitamin X. He hooks his legs. ONE! TWO! THREE! LEFT SHOULDER UP!!! COACH Get a tag! Get a tag! Get out of there, X! Vitamin X gets up. When he does, PR’s waiting with a Rock-style punch to the temple! PRL delivers an Irish whip to Vitamin X. VX bounces off of the ropes. PRL puts his head down, so Vitamin X stops in his tracks and kicks PRL right in the face! The kick causes Tha Puerto Rican to stagger right into The Corporate Team’s corner, where the three Corporate members on the ring apron grab ahold of Tha Puerto Rican! Stephen Joseph Popick, Spanish Fly and Cuban Wall all lay into Tha Puerto Rican, but PRL fights back! Punch for Popick! Punch for Wall! Punch for Fly! Another punch for Popick! PRL walks right into a punch from Vitamin X! COLE PRL stopped that mugging from that pack of wolves! COACH Oh shut up. Vitamin X grabs PRL and delivers an Irish whip into the ropes. Vitamin X puts his head down, so Tha Puerto Rican stops in his tracks and kicks Vitamin X right in the face! Vitamin X stumbles around the ring. KICK WHAM P.R. NIGHTMARE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111 COLE P.R. Nightmare! P.R. Nightmare on Vitamin X! He got him! COACH KICK OUT! KICK OUT! KICK OUT! PRL covers Vitamin X. He hooks his left leg. Earl Hebner makes the count. 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE Vitamin X has been eliminated from this match! COACH OH DAMNIT! Now we won’t see Princess Stacey for the rest of the night! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 3rd Elimination: Vitamin X (6:38) Eliminated By: Tha Puerto Rican (via pinfall) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, Vitamin X…HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! COLE The People’s Team has finally eliminated someone from The Corporate Team! It’s now 3-on-2 in favour of The Corporate Team! COACH That’s all right. The Corporate Team’s still got the advantage! 3-on-2! Spanish Fly enters the ring and attacks Tha Puerto Rican while Princess Stacey helps Vitamin X out of the ring. Fly hammers on PRL, until PRL blocks a punch and fires with some of his own! The crowd comes to life again. PRL with The Rock-style punches to the temple. PR’s punches take Spanish Fly into the ropes. PRL gives him an Irish whip into the opposite ropes. PRL goes for a clothesline, Spanish Fly ducks, PRL goes into the opposite ropes, Spanish Fly nails PRL with a spinning wheel kick! COACH That’s it! It’s going to be 3-on-1 now! Spanish Fly covers PRL, hooking his right leg. Earl Hebner counts. 1! 2! 3! PSYCH! LEFT SHOULDER UP! COACH Damn! Princess Stacey helps Vitamin X to the back as Spanish Fly argues at Earl Hebner over the count. Zack Malibu looks on with a serious look on his face as Spanish Fly stomps on PRL. “P.R.!” “P.R.!” Fly picks Tha Puerto Rican up and applies a front facelock on him. He cinches the hold tight. Fly walks with PRL over to his corner and makes the tag to Stephen Joseph Popick. Fly holds PRL up so that Popick can kick PRL right in the stomach! Popick runs over and hits Zack Malibu with a back elbow! Zack enters the ring, but is held back by Earl Hebner! As the referee holds Zack back, Popick drags PRL over to The Corporate Team corner so that he and Cuban Wall can stomp on PRL’s back! The crowd boos! COLE And look at this! The Corporation once again using their team tactics on Tha Puerto Rican! COACH This is something he’s gotten mighty used to hasn’t he? COLE PRL was SCREWED at Anglepalooza but he got a measure of revenge last week, winning the Title shot at AngleMania VII in that incredible Ultimate X Match against Spanish Fly! He will meet the winner of Popick/Heat at AngleMania VII in 6 weeks! COACH He is SOOOO screwed come AngleMania! Cuban Wall scrapes his right boot across Tha Puerto Rican’s face. Cuban Wall then exits the ring and gets back on the ring apron, so that Popick can make the tag to Wall. COLE Wall in now. Zack Malibu goes back to his corner, no harm no foul. Meanwhile, Cuban Wall picks Tha Puerto Rican up. He scoops Puerto onto his shoulders…and hits a Death Valley Driver on him! Wall goes for the cover. 1...2...KICK OUT!!! Bohemoth is still watching from the entrance stage. Zack Malibu’s attention is still focused on the match. Cuban Wall picks Tha Puerto Rican up and takes him over to the corporate corner where he makes the tag to Spanish Fly. Wall holds PRL up so that Spanish Fly can kick him in the gut. Fly nails PRL over the head with a clubberin’ forearm, and then chops him across the chest! *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” *CHOP!* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Spanish Fly whips PRL into the ropes--PRL reverses--Spanish Fly bounces off of the ropes--PRL kicks Spanish Fly in the gut and then hooks him up, giving him a Cradle DDT to a pop! COLE PRL with the Esto Daño De La Cogida De La Voluntad! And both men are down! PRL and Spanish Fly both lie on the mat, Spanish Fly face down, PRL flat on his back. The crowd is at a fever pitch, rooting The P.R. Menace on. COLE PRL with a desperation maneuver! COACH Oh! Right on Spanish Fly’s head! Right on his face! Zack Malibu looks on as Earl Hebner begins his 10 count. “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” “FOUR!” COLE PRL only has one person to tag to, Spanish Fly has two! Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez-Popick roots Spanish Fly on. The crowd chants for Tha Puerto Rican. “FIVE!” Tha Puerto Rican starts moving. COLE Who will make the tag first? Spanish Fly starts moving. COACH COME ON FLY! COME ON LITTLE BUDDY! COME ON! Tha Puerto Rican inches closer to his corner. COLE Zack has got his hand out! Spanish Fly inches closer to his corner. COACH So do Popick and Wall! PRL makes the hot tag to Zack Malibu. “YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COACH Oh no! COLE Here comes The Franchise of the OAOAST! Cuban Wall tries to attack Zack, and gets hit with a punch! Zack takes down Spanish Fly with one punch! Stephen Joseph Popick enters the ring, and he gets knocked down with one punch! COLE Right hands from the Pissed Off Prep! Popick gets up, and gets taken down with one punch! Cuban Wall charges forward, and gets hit with another punch! Likewise for Spanish Fly! Popick gets hit with *another* punch knocking him down! Zack sees Cuban Wall is resting on the ring ropes, so Zack charges forward and jumps up, hitting Cuban Wall with a clothesline which sends him over the top rope and onto the floor! Zack then holds onto the top ring rope and Skins The Cat back in! Zack sees Popick resting on the ring ropes, so Zack charges forward and clotheslines Stephen Joseph Popick over the top rope and onto the floor! COLE And there goes Popick! COACH No! Zack tells PRL something. PRL is still on the mat so he slowly gets up. Zack punches Spanish Fly in the face several times dazing the little man. PRL walks over and Zack tells him something else. PRL nods his head. COLE What’s this? Tha Puerto Rican grabs Spanish Fly’s right hand. Zack Malibu grabs Spanish Fly’s left hand. Together, the two men give Spanish Fly an Irish whip into the opposite ropes. Spanish Fly runs forward, bounces off of the opposite ropes, and rushes forward… *KA-POW~!* *KA-POW~!* RIGHT INTO A DOUBLE SUPERKICK FROM PRL AND ZACK MALIBU~!!!!!!!!!!!111 COLE Oh my~! Stereo Superkicks from Tha Puerto Rican and Zack Malibu! COACH AAAAHHH! COLE A Sweet Chin Music AND a School’s Out to Spanish Fly at the same time! COACH This isn’t fair! COLE I think that’s the first double team move from PRL and Zack Malibu EVER! COACH This isn’t right! Zack Malibu covers Spanish Fly, hooking his left leg, while PRL watches to make sure no Corporate Team member interferes. Earl Hebner counts, along with the crowd. ONE! TWO! THREE! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE And Spanish Fly is gone! COACH ARGH! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 4th Elimination: Spanish Fly (8:45) Eliminated By: Zack Malibu (via pinfall) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, Spanish Fly…HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! COLE We got an even playing field now! 2-On-2! Stephen Joseph Popick and Cuban Wall for The Corporate Team! Zack Malibu and PRL for The People’s Team! COACH Oh come on Corporate Team! Lay the CORPORATE smackdown on them! Cuban Wall kicks Zack Malibu in the back of the head! He stomps on Zack Malibu as Earl Hebner orders Spanish Fly to leave the ring. Bohemoth just watches with a serious expression on his face, while Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez-Popick nods her head and smiles evilly. POPICK That’s right, Wall! That’s it! That’s it! Cuban Wall hammers away at Zack Malibu’s head! Wall picks the stunned Zack up and whips him into the opposite ropes. Zack reverses, Wall bounces off of the ropes, Zack goes for a clothesline, Cuban Wall ducks, runs forward, bounces off of the ropes, right into a dropkick from Zack! Cuban Wall stumbles, but does not fall, so Zack bounces off of the ropes with another dropkick! Cuban Wall stumbles, but does not fall. So, Zack bounces off of the ropes one more time and nails Wall with a third dropkick, which sends Wall into the ring ropes! Malibu grabs Wall, punches him, and then whips him into a neutral corner. Zack then charges forward with a flying clothesline in the corner on Wall! COLE It’s down to 2-On-2! PRL and Malibu against Stephen Joseph Popick and Cuban Wall! What a war this has been! The match continues until one team has been entirely eliminated! Colombian Heat and The Mad Cappa gone from The People’s Team! Spanish Fly and Vitamin X gone from The Corporate Team! Zack punches Wall some more, and then whips him into the ropes--NO--Cuban Wall reverses--Zack Malibu bounces off of the ropes, Cuban Wall puts his head down, so Zack fires with a swinging neckbreaker on the big man! COLE Zack counters with a spinning neckbreaker! COACH DAMN! Zack picks Cuban Wall up. Wall scratches Zack in the eyes! Wall punches Zack in the face several times. Zack staggers around the ring following the shots. COLE And Cuban Wall with those big right hands. Zack has fought his share of big men in the past, and he’ll fight another one at AngleMania VII in Bohemoth! COACH Speaking of which, what the hell is he doing out here!? COLE I don’t know, Coach. After what they’ve been through over the past few weeks, who knows? Cuban Wall punches Zack Malibu in the face several times. He then turns Zack around, grabs him in a waistlock, and then rushes forward with him into the ropes. Cuban Wall rolls Zack Malibu up! NO! Zack Malibu rolls Cuban Wall up! He hooks the legs! Earl Hebner counts! 1! 2! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COACH WHAT!? COLE He got him! COACH No! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 5th Elimination: Cuban Wall (9:57) Eliminated By: Zack Malibu (via pinfall) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, Cuban Wall…HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! COLE The Corporate Team is down to just one man! The captain, the leader, the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion! Zack wastes no time, grabbing Popick by his head and throwing him over the top rope and onto the mat! Popick gets up, and Zack knocks him down with one punch! Popick gets up again! Zack knocks him down again! Popick gets up. Zack knocks him down again! Lather, rinse, repeat 3 times. Zack punches Popick all over the ring. COLE They’ve been friends, they’ve been enemies, they’ve both been here since the beginning and they are going at it once again! Zack whips Popick into the ropes. Flying clothesline on Popick! Stephen Joseph crawls over to his corner. Zack goes to pick him up…and gets poked in the eyes! COLE Ugh! The referee didn’t see it because Lindsay was distracting him! COACH Can you blame him for being distracted!? I mean LOOK AT HER! COME ON! Earl Hebner turns his attention back to Zack and Popick as Lindsay hops off of the ring apron. Stephen Joseph takes control, grabbing Zack and punching him in the face several times. As he does this, a smile starts to form on his face, a sinister smile that is. “LET’S GO ZACK!” “LET’S GO ZACK!” “LET’S GO ZACK!” “LET’S GO ZACK!” Popick grabs Zack and gives him a high angle neckbreaker! Popick goes for the cover. 1... 2... KICK OUT!!! COACH Just quit, Malibu! COLE How long have you’ve been in the OAOAST, Coach? SJP argues with the referee over the count. But he marches on. Stephen Joseph picks the dazed Zack Malibu up and punches him in the face several times. COLE The current OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion in control of a perennial Title contender! COACH It’ll be a long time before Zack gets another shot if Popick has his way. COLE Considering his corporate connections…you may be right about that! COACH I’m always right. Stephen Joseph taunts The Franchise as he punches him in the face. “POP-ICK SUCKS!” “POP-ICK SUCKS!” “POP-ICK SUCKS!” “POP-ICK SUCKS!” COACH HE DOES NOT SUCK! COLE These fans in Detroit letting Popick know just how they feel about him! Popick chuckles at the chant. He punches Zack some more near the ropes. Stephen Joseph Popick grabs Zack Malibu’s right hand, and then gives him an Irish whip into the opposite ropes--Zack Malibu reverses-- POPICK GOES RUNNING RIGHT INTO A SPINEBUSTER FROM BOHEMOTH~!!!!!!!!! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE Whoa! COACH WHAT IS HE DOING!? COLE Bohemoth with a Spinebuster on the World Heavyweight Champion! COACH This is not November Reign, you idiot! This is HeldDOWN~! in February! Bohemoth stands up and smiles at Zack. Zack is shocked at Bohemoth’s appearance, as is Tha Puerto Rican and the fans! Also shocked is Earl Hebner, who yells out something. COLE Bohemoth has interfered! He was apparently helping Zack right there! COACH ‘Helping’ him? Oh poor gullible Cole. It’s obvious what Bohemoth is doing. COLE And what’s that? COACH Uh…I dunno. Earl Hebner exits the ring and walks over to Michael Buffer. Earl Hebner tells Buffer something. Buffer nods his head. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that Zack Malibu has been DISQUALIFIED for outside interference! Therefore, Zack Malibu…HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COACH Wow. What a lucky break! COLE Bohemoth’s interference cost Zack! He is now eliminated from this contest! We are down to just two men! COACH What if that was Bohemoth’s intention all along? COLE Now come on! You’re looking too much into it! COACH Am I, Cole? Am I? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 6th Elimination: Zack Malibu (11:05) Eliminated By: N/A (via disqualification) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bohemoth looks at Zack and then exits the ring. Zack is stunned at his elimination. But his shock turns into ANGER really quickly. Malibu quickly zooms out of the ring and grabs Bohemoth, turning the big man around to offer him a piece of his mind. Bohemoth just stands there and listens to Zack, a cool calm expression on his face. COLE Zack is questioning Bohemoth on his motives for coming out here! COACH Isn’t it obvious? COLE Coach, I’m not too sure. COACH Come on, Cole! It’s so simple even YOU can understand it! His motive was very clear in my book! Zack continues expressing his anger at Bo for causing Zack to be disqualified. As Zack goes off, referees and OAOAST Road Agents hit the scene, holding the two back before it gets ugly. COLE Referees, officials out here trying to prevent any ruckus from happening between these two! COACH They won’t do any good. These two men are ready to explode BEFORE AngleMania! COLE They just might. And we still got a match going on inside the ring! PRL and Popick are the last men left standing, the two men who MIGHT meet at AngleMania VII for the World Title! COACH They WILL. Heat’s got no chance next Thursday! More referees and OAOAST Road Agents hold Zack Malibu and Bohemoth back. Meanwhile, back inside of the ring, Tha Puerto Rican is laying the smackdown on Stephen Joseph Popick with Rock-style punches to the temple! COLE PRL in control of his former manager and “Career Consultant”. COACH Who holds two more World Titles than PRL ever will! HA! HA! PRL punches Popick in the face. Punch. Punch. Punch. NOW KISS THAT LEFT~! Punch! Popick goes down! Tha Puerto Rican picks Stephen Joseph up, taunts him, gives him a middle finger salute, and then grabs Popick by his left hand and gives him an Irish whip into the opposite ropes--NO--Popick reverses--PRL rushes forward, bounces off of the ropes-- AND GETS HIT IN THE BACK WITH THE OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP BELT BY MS. LINDSAY GONZALEZ-POPICK! COLE Hey! Wait a minute! COACH Lindsay! Way to go girl! PRL stumbles forward…right into an inside cradle from Stephen Joseph Popick! COLE The referee didn’t see it! COACH Here it comes! COLE No! Earl Hebner counts. 1... 2... 2.99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* (12:14) “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COACH Popick pinned PRL! Stephen Joseph Popick pinned Tha Puerto Rican! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 7th Elimination: Tha Puerto Rican (12:14) Eliminated By: Stephen Joseph Popick (via pinfall) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TEH WINNORS~!: The Corporate Team ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, Tha Puerto Rican…HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Therefore, the sole survivor of this match…STEPHEN JOSEPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH POPIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK KKKK! “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Royds begins playing. Stephen Joseph Popick raises his hands in victory. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez-Popick slides the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt into the ring so that her husband can grab it. COLE Stephen Joseph Popick is the sole survivor! Stephen Joseph Popick and The Corporate Team win the match! COACH YA-HOO! Stephen Joseph Popick grabs the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt and hugs it. He then raises it over his head to LOUD boos. Lindsay applauds her husband on the outside. COLE With a little help from his wife, Stephen Joseph has last eliminated Tha Puerto Rican to pick up the victory for his team! COACH Behind every great man is a great woman! COLE Yeah, and behind every cheater is his cheating wife! COACH Oh will you stop!? Popick sits on his knees with the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt in his right hand. When he sees Tha Puerto Rican lunge after him, Popick zooms out of the ring and into the arms of his wife. Stephen Joseph hugs Lindsay and gives her a big kiss on the lips. Both Popicks then look at PRL and laugh maniacally. Lindsay sticks her tongue out while Stephen does the “You can’t see me!” hand gesture. COLE A big victory not just for Stephen Joseph Popick, but for the Stephen Joseph Popick Corporation! The Corporation able to bounce back from last week’s devastating loss to pick up a HUGE victory here tonight in Detroit on HeldDOWN~! COACH Popick pinned Tha Puerto Rican! He beat Tha Puerto Rican tonight, and he’s gonna do it again at AngleMania! I can’t wait! COLE You are going to have to wait one more week before you can officially say that, Coach. We still got a Title Match to get through next Thursday night! Tha Puerto Rican’s best friend, Colombian Heat, will be try to wrestle the OAOAST Title away from Popick and make it PR-Heat at AngleMania VII! COACH Yeah, like that will ever happen. COLE Heat’s surprised us before, Coach. COACH But not this time. This time things WILL go as expected! AngleMania VII. Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum. March 30th. PR-Popick for the World Heavyweight Title. That’s going to be a classic! COLE We shall see in 7 more days, Coach. Stephen Joseph Popick hugs Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez-Popick while holding the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt with his left hand. The Popicks laugh maniacally as “No Chance In Hell” continues playing. Both Popicks taunt a PISSED OFF PRL. Meanwhile, Zack Malibu sees Popick celebrating and has an annoyed look on his face. COLE And Zack Malibu is still out here. Still being held apart from Bohemoth. COACH Zack and Bo are gonna kill each other at any moment! COLE We might not even have to wait until AngleMania, Coach! Zack and Bo start arguing with each other. Referees and OAOAST Road Agents continue standing in between the two OAOAST Superstars. Meanwhile, Stephen Joseph Popick and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez-Popick continue taunting Tha Puerto Rican and laughing manically. Tha Puerto Rican gives The Popicks the McMahon SNEER~! He yells at them, the but the happily married couple just laugh it off as the crowd boos. COLE Stephen Joseph Popick wins the match! He has defeated Tha Puerto Rican, the #1 Contender to the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship, and his possible opponent at OAOAST AngleMania VII live from L.A.! The Stephen Joseph Popick Corporation, The Corporate Team, picks up the win in this 8-Man Survivor Series Elimination Match! Stephen Joseph Popick is the sole survivor! What effect will this match have on the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title Match between Stephen Joseph Popick and Colombian Heat next Thursday night? And what effect will this match have on Zack Malibu and Bohemoth as they gear up for their one-on-one showdown at OAOAST AngleMania VII on Sunday March 30th!? We’ll be right back with more right after this! Zack Malibu and Bohemoth are still arguing with each other. Referees and OAOAST Road Agents continue holding them back, preventing any fisticuffs from flying. Stephen Joseph Popick raises the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt in the air with his right hand and smiles evilly along with Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez-Popick. Lindsay points to her husband with her left hand and has an evil grin on her face. The Popicks laugh manically. Stephen Joseph Popick and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez-Popick taunt Tha Puerto Rican while the crowd boos loudly and “No Chance In Hell” by Bradley Royds continues playing over the P.A. system. Tha Puerto Rican spews venom at The Popicks inside of the ring. This is the last image that we see before we fade out. FADE OUT * COMMERCIAL BREAK * Edited February 22, 2008 by Ed Wood Caulfield Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted February 22, 2008 (edited) Back in the locker rooms, Cucaracha Internacional are still warming down from their big victory earlier on. Black and Blonde seem in high spirits, while Faqu seems like... well, Faqu, still pacing around like he's about to strike at any second. Megan is present too but there's no sign of either Cortez or Landon. Until, that is, the door swings up and the namesake leader of CI breezes into the room. MADDIX Well well, if it isn't the winner's circle! MEGAN So, what did he say? MADDIX He said exactly what I expected him to say. Still smiling, Maddix grabs Blonde around the shoulders. MADDIX Okay guys, bring it in, bring it in. I just want to say right away, great job out there tonight. I couldn't be more pleased with how things went out there. We didn't have things all our own way and we knew it was going to be tough, considering where we were. Hostile territory... or, as hostile as thousands of little girls in training bras and their moms can, at least. But we came through. Cucaracha Internacional reigned supreme tonight, one more time. And that's only the beginning. See, I just came back from speaking to AngleSault and he agreed, after that showing we're on the up. BLONDE No doubt about it! MADDIX No there is not my friend. Which is why AS had no other choice but to give us a shot at the Six Man Tag Team Titles, since we just went out there and showed them up in their home state. Black and Blonde seem pleased with that. Even Faqu lets out a few shouts, which seem to be his way of showing he's happy with that. MADDIX Leap Year Spectacular, we've got the shot. Now, I'm not going to be able to be there to cheer you guys on, since I've got the small matter of an SWF show to run. But I'll be keeping tabs on you. And I've got full confidence that you, the bigman and Todd can bring those titles home, win us our first cha... BLACK Woah woah. Wot was that!? Realising he's not done the best job of explaining himself, certainly not the most tactful job, Landon freezes up for a second. Blonde shares Black's surprise, but not his anger as Black stands up and marches over to his new 'boss'. BLACK Did I 'ere that right? You're subbin' me out!? BLONDE What's that all about man? MADDIX Look, I know it's not ideal, but... BLACK You're bloody well right it ain't ideal mate! Incase you ain't noticed, we're a team. Internationally Known. That's wot you took over, remember? MADDIX I know, I know and I don't feel too great about jeopardising all that. But please, just hear me out. This is nothing to do with you guys. I let you associate yourselves with me... no, I associated myself with you, I know exactly what you're all capable of. It was no arbitrary decision, let me assure you. This is a purely business decision. A tactical decision, from a tactician, a leader. You have to try and look at the big picture. Having Todd Cortez with us is a lot more beneficial to us than having him against us, am I right? Blonde shrugs and agrees. Even Black has to begrudingly nod. MADDIX Exactly. Now, I've got him back by my side and I made him promises. I promised him success. And the sooner he gets that success, the sooner he gets it into that thick skull of his that, as usual, I'm right. Once he's onside, there's no stopping us. I mean, seriously, did you SEE what did out there to that punk O'Hara? Are you telling me that wasn't the greatest thing you ever saw? BLACK I ain't denyin' that. But lemme remind ya Landon... ya made us promises n'all. MADDIX I know I did. And your time will come very soon, trust me on that. It's just that we have to try and fit Todd in now to reap the benefits later. James needs to be there to control Faqu and Faqu needs to be there because... well, he's Faqu. Faqu, at the sound of his name, starts beating his chest. MADDIX Case in point. Listen, I'll make it up to you, I promise. BLACK There's that word again. Still showing signs of disappointment, Black fist-pumps Landon on the shoulder as a sign of acceptance. After rubbing away the pain from what was just a friendly fist, Landon then walks over to Megan, leaving his stable-mates to talk amongst themselves about the announcement across the room. MADDIX Well, I think I got away with that. With that now's as good a time as any to advertise The Leap Year Spectacular Card as we know it Leap Year Spectacular A MARVelous Experience Once Every Four Years Anderson Cup Finals: The Sooner Bruisers Vs Team Heyross OAOAST World Title: Stephen Joseph Vs Colombian Heat Black Widow vs. Miss Jobs Six-man title match: Love Generation Vs Faqu, James Blonde & Todd Cortez COMING UP NEXT MUSIC MAKES THE PEOPLE COME TOGETHER Alix Maria Spezia and ???? Vs The Heavenly Rockers NEXT COMING UP NEXT Edited February 22, 2008 by Patty O'Green Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted February 22, 2008 (edited) OAOAST QUIZDOWN is brought to you by Q.Caboose's real name is: A.Rishi Saujani B.Nick Bradley C.Birbal Prakul D.Rishi Satayjit The Answer: A. I think. I actually forgot. HEY WAIT I GOT A NEW COMPLAINT! Kurt Cobain and an awful wave of boos shouts the much despised grouping of Logan Mann, Holly-Wood, and Synth Esizer, onto the entrance structure, where they pay tribute to the music capital of the United States by boasting Anaheim Ducks jerseys. With Abdullah not at their side, its Synth who must act as the spiritual guide for the group. Closing his eyes and singing prayers to heaven's, he holds the Koran into the sky to ward off the venomous attitudes of the Detroit audience. Logan and Holly perform distinctly unholy acts behind him, gleefully fondling each other's bodies beneath the shower of yellow, red, and green spotlights. BUFFER Ladies it is now time for your mainevent tag match of the evening! Currently making their way to the ring...COLONEL ABULLAH NERDLY presents in association with HOLLY-WOOD the GREATEST rock 'n' wrestling band of AAAAALLLL-time and two time tag team champions of the woooorld... THE HEAVENLYYYYYYY RRRRRROOOOOOOOOCCKKEEEEEEERRRRRRRSSSSSSS! As they parade down the entrance ramp, Logan and Holly gaze towards the crowd with faces frozen into cocky sneers. Still using the Koran to protect against the vast hatred of the audience, Synth continues to spread the message of Prophet Abdullah to an unreceptive viewership. COLE Abdullah Nerdly, allegedly on a mission of peace back in his native land of Syria, which is why we don't see him tonight. And if it means he's off our television, maybe he ought to take a few more peace keeping missions. How about one into a bottomless pit? COACH How about some respect for a holy man. And, yo, Ned Blanchard, dropping mad scoops on bitches, before the show even began, because it'll be The Lonestar Gunslingers and The Heavenly Rockers in a sin city street fight at Leap Year Spectacular! COLE I appreciate another high quality match being added to the card, and I know The Gunslingers want to get their hands on The Rockers, but what kind of example does it set to give The Rockers a tag title shot they haven't earned after all their miserable actions towards Melody? To me not a very good one. The multicolor spotlights now swirl about the ring, almost encasing the rock n roll twosome within the squared circle. Through the shadows of the poorly lit arena, The Rockers move to opposite ropes at the middle of the ring. With tongues hanging out in defiance, they stand atop the second rope, powering their fists into the air to combat the wrath of the audience. BUFFER And the opponent.... I was lost And I'm still lost But I feel So much better Cause now I know It's not so far To were I go The hardest part is inside me I need to Just be To just be To just be To just be "YEAAAA" boooooooo God bless animated gifs for doing my entrance for me. I'm on the real lil niggas, so here's an entrance video for Alix, just uh ignore all the portoguese writing and that stuff about alessandra ambrosio. We only know alix! COLE Alix, still the bubbly, cheerful girl girl we all new, and with her new CD Beauty Crush coming out soon, as well as her debut single being released within the weeks, she has every reason to be. But, there's a certain dark cloud hanging over her head and that's the reports that she's a good girl gone bad. Many people, myself included, are a little bit worried when they watch a news report detailing a trip to the hospital from a drug overdose. COACH Fool ass mark, you will believe anything that's shoved down your throat. That shit was heat exhaustion, you know how hot it gets in them recording studio. You believing wild ass speculation from people out to get Alix. Enemies like Krista. You heard Moneymaker, this kind of thing happens all the time in these celebrity feuds. One side spreads rumors about the other and then the public jumps on it like some fools. Alix needs to drop some knowledge bout Krista, that's what's hood? COLE She did. She told Mackenzie Krista had a kid on the OAOAST roster, and now look where we are. Anyway, all I know is that Maggie Nerdly is laid up in Edmonton because of Alix, and what Alix did last week is something she wouldn't even entertain a few months ago. BUFFER From Los Angeles, California, being accompanied by Mackenzie DeCenzo she is The Enterprise's Head Of Technical Tactics Identifying Excellence aka HOTTIE....the Angle Award winning most entertaining character of the year, one half of the tag team of the year, and celebrity recording artist The Hollywood Bad Girl and Princess of Los Angeles, ALIX MARIA SPEZIA! COLE So the question remains, who on earth has Krista picked for Alix's partner? If Mackenzie's out here now, then it certainly can't be her. My only guess is Theodore Moneymaker, that's the only person Krista truly has a problem with. BUFFER And her partner... There's long dramatic silence which perfectly heightens the eager anticipation of the standing audience, and plays horribly on the frayed nerves of Mackenzie. Alix, on the hand, regards the proceedings with only a casual interest. Lie awake in bed at night And think about your life Do you want to be different? (Different...) Try to let go of the truth The battles of your youth ’Cause this is just a game "YEAAAA" And suddenly Alix's interest has evolved from something wildly different then the casual variety. Distraught, disgusted, despairing and distressed, is Mackenzie DeCenzo, as Jared Leto's adrenaline pumped vocals rob her of the ability to do anything but silently bemoan this ill luck. COLE How about this, Coach? Four time tag team champions, the Angle Award winner for tag team of the year, Chicks Over Dicks brought back into action by Krista Isadora Duncan! Folks set the TiVo for this one! The only way this could get better if it was happening in their hometown of Los Angeles at Anglemania! 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 Mid summer night's dream. 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 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, the star of the VH1 reality show the look of love, the Angle Award winning female personality of the year, The other half of the Angle Award winning tag team of the year, she is Miss California Krista Isaodra Duncan! It's a beautiful lie It's a perfect denial Such a beautiful lie to believe in So beautiful, beautiful it makes me COACH Explain this one, homey! Explain booze hound's behavior. COLE I have to assume she's trying to drive a wedge between Alix and Mackenzie. Even after all Alix has done to her, I'm sure she still sees good in her, and maybe this is trying to remind her of what they once had. But, most importantly of all its the first match Chicks Over Dicks has had together since November! In all the various pomp and celebrity circumstance behind these two, I think we forget they're very accomplished wrestlers. COACH Chicks Over Dicks is dead! You wanna talk about a big deal, talk about a pop star teaming with a fitness queen. Hillary Duff teaming with Jane Fonda is big. Or a pop star teaming with a reality show star. J-Lo teaming with Rob from Rob&Big is huge. Chicls Over Dicks is dead, focus on the here and now, homey. We get a feature recording artist tagging with a television superstar? That's what's up. 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. For Alix the entire scene is mindblowing. Almost unreal. Still shocked to see Krista approaching the ring, Alix can't even move a muscle. All she can do is shake her head, as apparently her mouth has been stunned into immobility as well. Mackenzie traces Krista's path across the ring, her eyes brimming with a passioned anger, but her fear to great an obstacle to allow her to attack this horrid witch. Krista notices the amount of tumultuous mental chaos her surprising arrival has yielded, but greets it with only the sweetest of smiles. “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” COLE Folks, its Chicks Over Dicks against the team that ended their record holding fourth tag title reign, The Heavenly Rockers. What a mainevent, you wanna know why the OAOAST tag division is legendary, its because of matches and personalities like these four! Sit back and enjoy four of the very best. COACH Stop calling them Chicks Over Dicks! DING DING DING Possessing the look of an anxious tiger eager but too nervous to strike at his prey, Synth slowly circles Krista. Her approach to his buzzard like movement is casual, with most of her attention reserved for a disproving Mackenzie. But when Esizer finally collects the courage to strike out at her, she's well prepared to neutralize his approach with a lockup. As he's not the owner of any prime, or for that matter mediocre technical skills, the gorgeous babe is able to swiftly shift him into an arm wrench. Beneath his bushy bearded his mouth is sagged into a look of anguish as Krista painfully and sharply tugs and rips on his arm. With his free hand he exerts every effort to try and pull his limb out her harsh trap, but as she tugs him across the ring his attempts only curse him with greater anguish. Unable to bear the feeling that a five alarm blaze is being spread through his body, Synth worms his stubby fingers through her vibrant gold locks and then flings her backwards. His dominating strength brings to him an abrupt end to her hold and the pleasing sight of watching her tumble to the canvas. Holding onto a look of comically delighted satisfaction, Esizer struts across the ring, while Logan parades on the apron with his hands held in the air like a victorious presidential candidate. “Ah, the Heavenly Rockers, what a pleasure. A fat white Muslim, and a dude ripping off another dude who may or may not have fondled a young Stephanie McMahon. The OAOAST, where statutory rape happens.” Krista scoffs. Shamed at the dressing down of his undue taunting, Esizer steps towards Miss California for a second lockup. This time he comes adequately prepared, untroubled in pushing her towards a corner. Unfortunately, referee Billy Silverman brings an end to his offense, stepping between the well decorated tag champions, and calling for a clean break. Shockingly, Synth capitulates to Silverman's request, backing away through an overblown smile. Less shockingly is the hard shove he uses like a battering ram to Krista's chest. But, Synth's attack is absorbed and reduced to utterly painless by her voluptuous chest. While Synth is left to contemplate the wonders and nuances of the female figure, the surly vixen roars at him with an elbow strike. As the crowd heartily salutes the hold, Da Synthanator goes staggering back towards the center of the ring. Free for the moment of her sleazy rival, Krissy elevates her high heels onto the second rope. She turns her alluring supermodel features towards the army of photojournalist on the outside, and screams “Prenez une photo!” As they immortalize the female version of Michaelangelo's David (or so she thinks!), Krista shoots herself towards Synth for second rope fame asser. However, Synth recovered his strength in her moment of vanity, and welcomes her descent by catching onto her shoulders in preparation of a Samoan Drop. COLE Oh no! The audience is equally as panicked as the announcer and beg Krista to fight towards freedom. Its a wish she has zero problem in granting, as she simply shifts her limber body across his paunchy frame, and locks her ankles across his neck. Any pleasing view Synth had down her skirt is interrupted by the displeasing view of the world tumbling before him courtesy of a hurricanrana. Wide eyed with terror and on the verge of vomiting from nausea, the two time tag team champion unsteadily makes his way to his feet. But a swift swipe of five hundred dollar heels brutally squashes his ascension. The attack throws his neck from side to side, and sends him rolling across the ring to the fans immense joy. Krista, breathing bloody murder, closes the distance between her foe with three lanky steps. Reaching down and taking hold of his dandruff ridden hair, she grins, ready to pull him up for more punishment. Desperation leads him to fire his elbow upwards, and good fortune leads it into her ripped stomach. “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” While his dazed enemy tries to avoid vomiting her Slim Fast Milkshake, The Sin City Brawler rushes towards the ropes, seeking to mow her down with a shoulder block on his return. But the Hollywood honey viciously and violently puts an end to his efforts with a graceful high flipping lariat! COLE Abdullah Abir Nerdly still believes that Krista is his real mother, so I'm wondering what side he's on in this match? COACH Abdullah Abir is on the side of peace, unity, and goodwill towards man. Except for the Jewish ones. Which Krista sadly happens to be. Though the aerial attack doesn't floor the music man, it does push him into the jumbled tentacles of the ring ropes. Not wishing to give him a moment to fight for his freedom, the busty beauty darts forward, looking to blast him into the next time zone. However, Da Synthmeister, through the aid of Mackenzie works his way free to turn Krista's advance into a potentially deadly back body drop. The audience's breath remains locked in their throat, as their beloved heroine looks to meet a messy end. But Krissy's gymnast worthy agility allows her a flawless landing on the ring apron, and a chance for her to mockingly say “Told ya so!”. Not partaking in the fans joy, a suddenly furious Synth blindly charges her position. But Miss California shoots her knee through the cables to halt his attack. Stricken with agony, Eszier is left doubled over and helpless. Krista takes quick advantage of his momentary confusion; she flings herself back into the squared circle, and tries to drag him down with a sunset flip! The crowd readies themselves to count along with another pin, but are kept quiet once Synth's hands are caught by Mackenize. COLE That is just ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous! She's blatantly aiding the other team. I have never in my life seen anything like that. And before you say anything, Mackenzie made the stipulation where Krista could pick Alix's partner. This is her fault! Beads of sweat rocket off Krista's face as she exerts a herculean effort to overcome the resistance of her two rivals. The crowd starts to sing her name, trying to will her the strength to achieve her goal. But the Louisiana native clutches onto the ropes for dear life, making Krista's efforts wasted ones. Even worse, he soon goes on the offense and drills a punch directly towards her face. Not wishing to have her nose be splattered across the ring, she slides through the brawler's legs, narrowly avoiding his fist! Synth recoils in astounding pain, hurling vulgarities deep into the night. But he quickly channels his anguish into anger, and sends a side kick screeching towards Krista! But the fitness queen latches onto his boot and promptly shuttles it down to the canvas. Synth is thrown slightly off balance by Krista's counter and his left defense when her arm wraps like a boa constrictor around his neck. His cries of pain are stifled by her firm grip as she bridges him backwards with the Blonds Never Pay a Cover (Side Effect). “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” Less impressed by Krista's achievements is Alix, who reads a magazine with passing interest on the apron, “Oh my god, check this out! Now they're saying chewing tobacco's bad for you!” “Now?! What are you reading?” Mackenzie wonders. “Readers Digest from 1982. Yeah, stole it from the doctor's office. You make me wait six minutes past my appointment time, I steal your outdated fluff piece magazines and your patients' medical records.” Nursing a sore neck, Esizer somehow manages to struggle to his fight. But his bravery isn't well rewarded; Krista latches onto his wrist and flings him towards a neutral corner. His back smashes off the turnbuckles, bringing out a despairing gasp from his lips, and drawing red welts onto his back. His situation grows even more dire when he witnesses Krista storming him like a Jim Beam powered bat out of hell. Desperate to avoid her, he madly dives out of the way, and prays she'll splatter herself onto the pads. No such luck is gifted to him as the agile covergirl lands with both heels on the pads. This seems to be celebration worthy for Krista, and she delights her fans by playfully tossing her hair. Foolishly, Holly tries her hand at intimidating Krista, shaking her fists angrily at the amused Angle Award winner , “Hey, bitch, you wanna go toe to toe? You think I'm joking? What does this look say to you, huh?” “Hi, welcome to Fudruckers! Table for two? For thirty dollars and a bag of blow I'll do you in the alley after my shift is over.” Though Holly is throughly embarrassed, Synth is recovered enough to make a charge towards Krista. But, the foxy mama is well prepared for his attack, and her soaring body greets his arrival with a corckscrew moonsault. Shocked speechless with horror, Synth is pumelled back to the canvas where the referee counts the ensuing pinfall.. CROWD ONE! CROWD TWO! But, Synth pulls his shoulders off the canvas at the last possible microsecond. “Two things I'm not hearing, a three count, and an apology from Mackenzie to the OAOAST fans for forcing the cancellation of two house shows this weekend due to her spreading of crabs.” Though annoyed with the absence of an easy victory, Krista stills her qualms long enough to lead Esizer off the canvas. Keeping him subdued by way of a front facelock, she leads him towards her corner where ex-girlfriend Alix Maria Spezia awaits with a look of chilling disdain. Instantly the fans are abuzz, their intrigue piqued to amazingly levels by what's normally a routine interaction. Frustrated with Krista and the fans who infuse the proceedings with drama, Alix's face twists with an angered scowl. But, left with no other choices, Alix begrudgingly meets Krista's hand with her's. Her arrival generates an enormous if not altogether confusing response, there's a huge outpouring of cheers that's weakly faced down by a small but audible booing. COLE Well, it looks like Alix is ready to cooperate with Krista for the time being, which I don't think can be too pleasing to Mackenzie. Smiling innocently in the face of such an emotionally charged situation, Krista invites her former lady love into a double team. Alix agrees quickly to avoid further awkwardness, and together they chuck Esizer into the ropes. As he returns, Krista sprawls out onto the canvas, requiring the rocker to leap over her. This defensive tactic prevents him from executing another one, and he's forced to bear the full anguish of Alix's GoGo boots slashing through his face. “C-O-D! C-O-D! C-O-D!” The chant that would've once drew a smile from The Hollywood Bad Girl, inherits only a gruff frown, as she hastily hurries Synth off the canvas. But her preoccupation with the annoying audience comes with pitfalls as Esizer capitalizes on it and stuns her with a forearm smash to her bare stomach. Doubled over in misery by the stunning attack, she's then brought to her knees when a second forearm lands upon her back with concussive force. Apparently those two offensive moves are enough to quench Synth's thirst for achievement and he beats a hasty retreat to his corner to bring Logan Mann into the affair. “BOOOOOOOOO!” “The Macho Macho Mann sees your boos and raises you this,” Logan flips the aggravating Detroiters a middle finger, which only intensifies their jeers. Logan scampers across the ring eager to blast Alix's head from neck with a thrust kick. But, a marginally recovered Alix catches hold of his fast approaching boot. Despite Logan's panicked filled efforts to manifest an enziguri, the princess of Los Angeles afflicts him with speedy 360 twirl. Although pushed to the edge of vomiting, Mann still has the wits about him to effort an elbow strike. Unfortunately his arm moves much to slowly, and Alix's pretty pink shoes casually chop out his knees, swiping him to the mat. With Logan down and out, Alix stands at his side and puts her big ol booty on duty. Sensually her lush BUTT gyrates sways from side to side, providing a sumptuous treat of carnal extravagance for the audience. Its a delectable delight they're eager to savor, and camera flashes preserve the tasty pleasure of her jiggling cheeks. Once her BUTT is done bouncing the audience into seventh heaven, Alix flips backwards with a moonsault. ONE! TWO! Mann kicks out! Logan rises to his feet under his own willpower, but pays for this act of courage through a savage knife edge chop. The strike lands with such incredible power that it drops the ex-champion to his knees and leaves his chocolate colored skin a shade of deep maroon. Not at all sympathetic to his suffering, Alix, through the coarse strands of his hair, guides him away from the canvas. Her arm snakes around his head into a front facelock for the early stages of a DDT. But that's a move Logan is loathe to incur and with a mighty shout he shoves her across the ring into her corner. Still latching onto his neck, the pop star has plans on crushing his skull with a tornado DDT. But, orders of “Tag me!” from Krista seem to road block these goals. “And why should I do that?” Alix rebuts. “Because I said so, dummy.” “Krista, if I listened to every persuasive argument made to me, I'd be backstage having a threesome with Jumbo and Connie Chung.” Seeing little point in entertaining Alix's misgivings, Krista slaps her on the back to facilitate a tag. While Alix sourly protests the interference, her partner tumbles herself over the ropes. As he descends towards the mat, her arms catch Logan's leather pants, and soon the MACHO Macho Mann is being sunk to the canvas with a sunset flip. The crowd and referee count the fall... CROWD ONE! CROWD TWO! But a crafty swipe of the boot from Alix yanks Mann free of the jaws of defeat. Masking herself in a cloak of innocence, Alix snidely remarks, “Massah I sho am sorry! Please don't whip me in the shed tanight, Massah. Ah promise ah be good, ah's even dance fo you, massah!” Forced for the moment to ignore Alix's trifiling behavior, Krista guides Mann to his feet. But now upright, Mann reclaims some of his strength, and uses it to strike her ribcage with his elbow. Having scored a measure of damage of that hold, he succeeds in tightening the SoCal beauty into a side headlock. But he isn't able to contain Miss California for long, however, and she shoves him into the ring ropes. His return though fetches him a bit of success, and he's able to knock her over with running knee strike. After briefly headbanging, the rock n wrestling icon then darts towards the ropes, seeking to plant an elbow onto her face as he nears her. However, once he reaches his destination, she rolls towards him, attempting to trip him over. Logan has enough ring awareness to leap over her and continue his journey towards the ropes. Unfortunately, Krista greets his latest return with a leg lariat. While Synth bemoans his partner's ineffectiveness, Krissy once again plays to her own beauty, tossing and fluffing her gorgeous golden locks as though she were in the middle of a Vidal Sassoon commercial. COLE Well, we saw Logan few weeks ago wonder if he's Krista's son, and right now he's not matching up terribly well with his would-be mother. Child abuse at its worst! Despite the sudden blurring of his vision, Mann is able step upright under his own power. But Miss California quickly seizes control of him, grasping onto his thick dreadlocks and leading him towards a vacant corner. When the pair arrives at their destination, she giddily smashes her foe's face into the steel turnbuckles. The attack shoots tremors of pain throughout his body, and he staggers backwards, nursing his wounded visage. Consumed by the scorching duress, Mann scarcely notices the Hollywood covergirl clambering atop the second rope. Before her aerial assault can do harm to his physical welfare, her caustic words do irreparable damage to his fragile ego, “Ah, Logan Mann, you stare boring, shitty wrestling in the face every Thursday and say...hey, don't I know you?” “LOGAN WOMANN! LOGAN WOMANN! LOGAN WOMANN!” the fans sing, and actually think they've uncovered some clever nugget of social commentary. Somehow those comments lights flames of anger within Logan's mind, and seeing red, he charges Krista. But his vision of crimson is quickly replaced by the crimson of blood as Kris nullifies his attack with a second rope dropkick! While the audience loudly salutes Krista's effortless displays of dominance, Holly-Wood ventures onto the apron, desperately looking to turn the fortunes for her husband's team. “Hey, you wanna throw down and go, bitch?” Holly cries. “Oh, honey, you're a fifty seven year old post-op transsexual. Act your age missy. Or mister. Can't really tell after the surgery.” SYNTH “Synth!” “You got dem big ol Harry and the Henderson arms, Bellichick should've had you out there blocking Osi Umenyiora! Don't act like po' folk don't be doing no pull ups on your arms cause they can't afford no gym. Praise be to Allah!” Krista is now able to return herself to the task of reducing Logan into a bloody wreck. But, Mann is shockingly back on his feet, and exhibits his impressive strength by volleying knee strikes into her sculpted stomach. With Krista dazed into submission by the unexpected attacks, Logan is able to use her breastacular top as a leash to guide her towards his corner. There he meets the outstretched hand of Synth Esizer, drawing a large number off boos from the capacity crowd. But the fans' mood is instantly improved when, Krista stuns Esizer by trapping him with an arm wringer. Agonized by the sudden sting in his limb, Esizer moves to rid himself of her troublesome hooks. He uses his raw power to drive her across the squared circle, but his efforts yield nothing in the way of freedom. Thus he backs her body into the ropes, in hopes of freeing himself with an Irish whip. But not only does the femme fatale retain her grip, she also springs into the sky, in order to snap his shoulder from it's socket with a tornado single arm ddt! “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” the fans chant, their voices competing for real estate with the bellowing of the aggrieved rock n wrestling superstar. Invited into the ring by his partner's tortured howls, Mann lobs a roaring elbow towards the reality star. However, she attempts to put off his manic attempt by flashing a superkick. The Vegas native screeches his charge to an abrupt halt, and uses his free arm to catch onto her attacking boot. Snarling with animal ferocity, Mann spins her around, believing he'll be able to decimate her with a bulldog . Yet, the beautiful Californian moves much to quickly for her methodical foe, and she scrambles his brains with a gorgeous pele kick! As the capacity crowd bleats her name, Krissy responds to their love by paying tribute to the original blond bombshell, Marilyn Monroe, by mimicking her "Updraft" pose, placing her hand to the middle of her skirt, crossing her knees, and flashing an irresistibly embarrassed smile into the camera. “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” Fully annoyed with Krissy's comedic antics, Mann bounces off the ropes, and snags his arm across her head. Before she can even realize the unfortunate situation she's placed under, his latest bulldog effort is driving her forward to the mats. Though she lands with gruesome impact, the pain isn't enough to keep her grounded, and she promptly scrambles upright. Problematically, she finds herself under constant from a bevy of knife edge chops that leave her busty chest bouncing like twin basketballs. The ceaseless torrent of strikes push Krissy dangerously close to The Rocker's corner. But before Logan can fully trap her within his base, Krista ends his round of chops by smashing a basement dropkick into his knee. The strike sends the cussing and grousing warrior hobbling away in misery. COLE I almost wonder how eager is Alix to get back in the ring. Krista basically brought her in and sent her out, and is handling The Rockers all on her own. Gnashing his teeth, and nursing his knee, Mann returns his gaze to Krista, just in time to see her darting across the ring towards his location. His reflexes are up to the challenge of besting Krissy, as he effortlessly snatches the babe off the ground and carries her into a neutral corner . Krista is jammed against the turnbuckles, where she tries to regain her rapidly fleeting breath. But Mann keeps his attack steady like a metronome, and launches her towards the opposite corner with an irish whip. Krissy smacks against the pads, then staggers towards the center of the ring, the salty combination of sweat and tears in her blue eyes eyes making it impossible to see more then a few inches in front of her face. So it comes as a tremendous surprise when Logan upends her with a back body drop. The physical shock of the move is horrendous and she rests on the mat spasming in pain. Sadly, her worries expand tenfold, as Logan grabs onto her right leg, then slowly and methodically, begins to twist the whimpering champion into a single leg crab. COACH Now The Rockers is feeling that flow. Gunslingers, beware, if they can do this to four time tag team champions what can they do to you and your fluke reign? COLE He's using a single crab. That's his second actual offensive attack and we're already seven minutes into the match. Krista immediately exerts a mighty effort to free herself from the vice grip, but it's to no avail. The rock n wrestling god leans backwards, burdening the fitness queen with a scourge of pressure, and taking a sadistic pleasure in each one of her terrified screams. As salty tears clog her vision, Krista extends her hands towards the ring cables. But their salivation is maddeningly far away, and the distance only grows larger with each passing second. Ever ready to take up the support of their girl, the spectators chant, “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” “Ring the bell, Silverman! Ring that damn bell right now!” Mann demands. Mann roots his onyx colored boots into the canvas, making Krista's trek towards the ropes a monstrous ordeal. However, Krista perseveres through the obstacles, and expends every ounce of physical strength to reach those cables. Despite his staunch resistance to her efforts, Mann involuntarily finds himself on slow journey towards the cables. To counteract her rebellion, he savagely increases the pressure on his hold. But even with the unholy amount of screaming and wailing that spews from her body, her determined path refuses to be halted. The gap between Krista's trembling hand and the orange ring ropes narrows to a mere inches, a fact that propels beads of sweat from the brow of the nervous Mann. Unwilling to wait until she inevitably grips onto the cables, Mann calls sudden end to his submission efforts. Turning his mind to more smash mouth tactics, he takes hold of her mini skirt and guides her off the canvas. But its there his moment on the attack draws to a close as Krissy stuns him with a jawbreaker. Grasping onto a now bleeding mouth, Mann stumbles backwards, his terrified screams seeping through his fingers. With Logan preoccupied by his sizable anguish, Krista is offered the freedom to permit Alix back into the bout. While its a move that thrills the vast majority of the audience, Alix shows no such displays of gratitude, remarking “Gee golly wolly whiz massah, you sure am nice to us slaves! Maybe afterwards Ah bob fo' some fried chicken fo' you and yo white friends, massah!” Dismissing Krista with an abhorring sneer, Alix gently glides through the ropes. But this graceful entrance masks a murderous intent, one that manifests itself when she makes a sudden dash for an apron based Esizer. Clearly spotting Alix's arrival, Esizer inexplicably hops into the air. This horrible choice of strategy proves to be costly as The Princess of Los Angeles shoots him out the air with nothing more then a simple swipe of his boots. Crashed onto apron, Synth lies face down, his cries of horror muffled by canvas and roaring crowd alike. Seeking to defend his partner's honor, as well as curtail Alix's runaway train of momentum, Logan rampages towards the brunette honey. But she defends against his strike by jumping onto the third rope and flying back at him with a splendid lionsault press! He tries to glide out the way, but brings himself into line of fire for an inverted face lock that Alix easily morphs into the Make Love Not Babies(Inverted DDT!) “LET'S GO ALIX!” “WE WANT KRISTA!” “LET'S GO ALIX!” With stunning quickness Mann gets to his feet, and over on the apron, Esizer does the same. Operating in unspoken concert, they both work together to put down their troublesome rival. As Logan distracts her with piddling jabs, Synth quickly scurries atop the turnbuckle. Once his bandmate has properly positioned himself on his perch, Logan backs away to let Synth's handiwork that hold. Unfortunately Synth's unfortunate cry of “ROCK N WRESTLING FOREVAAAAA, MOTHAFUCKAS!” serves as a precursor to his arrival, and the pop starlet ducks beneath his descending arm. Logan suffers a far worse fate then she and is instantly capsized by Synth's attack. More annoyed with Alix's avoidance then with the fact he nearly decapitated Logan, Synth seeks an inkling of revenge with a diving shoulder block. But, again Alix side steps the attack and Esizer is left to land across the muscular frame of his partner. “Wow! Here's a plan for ya, Synthy. Call my chick Dorthy, tell her to meet ya at the yellow brick road, when you get to the end there will be a guy standing there. Be sure to ask him for a friggin' brain, loser!” Disgusted with Alix's mocking, Mann stands up with the intent on making her pay for her comedic antics with a clubbing forearm. But Ally ices his attacking furor by grabbing onto his descending limb, lacing her lovely legs between his and driving him into the canvas with the True Life:I just got beat up by a girl (STO)! No sooner then Mann smacks against the mat does his partner reintroduce himself into the fracas, bearing down on Ally with a second rope axe handle smash. But the ferocious tiger is turned into a docile pussycat by Alix who nearly knocks his head off with a dropsault Dazed and mortally wounded by the thunderous kick, Esizer rolls his carcass out the ring, leaving Logan to fend for himself. “LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO ALIX!” One fan in particular is overly enraptured with Alix's easy disposal of the formidable tag team, and tosses her a beach towel as a present. “Woah, dude, bitchin! A rainbow flag beach towel! This will totally come in handy when I want people from Mars to know I'm gay.” The beach towel actually emerges as a far more useful tool then Alix's sarcasm would've led us to believe. Alix enlists it as a blindfold tossing it on top Logan Mann's head and shrouding the two time tag champion in frightening darkness. Though the obvious course of action is to just take the beach towel off, Logan is apparently not prone to bouts of common sense, and promptly begins rolling across the canvas and lamenting the fact that he's now blind. ALIX ...... ...... <_ ...... src="%7B___base_url___%7D/uploads/emoticons/default_sad.png" alt=":("> Touched by a smattering of pity for Logan's disgraceful plight, Alix dejectedly removes the beach towel. Her good will ends with the gift of sight, though, now replaced by the sadistic stripping of his ability to breathe. She nooses the towel around his neck, while shifting her body to face away from his. As his previously emotive face becomes void of any color and life, Alix drops to one knee. Violently, Mann is pulled down with her, his terrible downfall halted only when his back cracks off the edge of her shoulders. The intensity of the attack evokes vocal oooohs and ahhhhhs from the fanbase, and sharp screams from Logan. “LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO ALIX!” COLE You got to admit Coach, this is pretty good preparation for a Sin City Street fight. COACH No it isn't! Not at all! There aren't any homocentric beach towels in Sin City Street Fights and that should be an automatic disqualification in this match! Similar to his partner, a woozy Mann begins a hasty escape towards the outside. But the Hollywood Bad Girl isn't as willing to let him escape as she was Synth and he only gets as far as the ring apron before her hands snag his dreads and drag him upright. She lays him back first across the second rope, and pelts his chest with overhand chops to further subdue him. “Dude, Logan, I just wanna say, bro, this is gonna hurt me way, way, way, more then it hurts you. For real!” “Honestly?” “No, but its that kind of well acted outpouring of fake sympathy that makes me Amercia's Sweetheart, and the front runner for the lead role in the Joe Louis bio pic.” “Joe Louis was black! And a man!” “Uh-huh, what's your point?” Both gender and race confused, Alix she makes her way up the turnbuckles. The now standing crowd screams with eagerness for what's sure to be a breath taking move. ALIX And this Heavenly Rockers is how we real musicians rock the fuck out, Miss Spezia certainly doesn't disappoint her legion of adoring fans, launching herself off the top rope with a shooting star press. Still stuck on the ropes, Logan isn't even able to cover up as the tanned beach bunny crashes towards his face. Her petite body cuts right through his muscular neck, and the force of her amazing strike flings him off the ropes and into the ring. “Whoooo that felt even better then grinding against the door knob in the women's locker room!” She remarks. While Logan gasps for the air that's all but abandoned him, she covers his body with a lateral press. CROWD ONE CROWD TWO CROWD THREE And finally, Synth Esizer makes a return to the ring, breaking up the pinfall with a knee drop. “Maa shaa Allaaaaaaaah!”Synth sings, holding his hands together in prayer. Esizer's reappearance in the contest is short lived, however,as the moment he stands up to deliver a beating to Alix, Krista delivers him to the outside mats by knocking him over the ropes with a Triple H style knee lift. While the crowd may be deliriously overjoyed at Krista's latest attack, Alix can't manage herself to partake in their pleasure. This does not go unnoticed by the ever observant Krista. “Awww, honey, not happy to see me? “Yeah, well, put yourself in my position right now...” “I'd love to, honey, but I don't exactly have the time to cut out my heart and sell my soul to devil as you've done. Perhaps if I could somehow get pictures of me snorting an eight ball of coke spread to every site on the Internet, except, surprisingly, cokewhores.com, I could understand.” Pulling Alix away from Krista's bothersome comments is Logan, who twirls a discus punch towards her cute face. But the speedy lady slips bellow his outstretched arm, and pops up behind him. With fist clenched for a replay of that same failed strike, he whirls around once more. But Alix stymies his efforts again, this time by peppering his chest up with a trilogy of knife edge chops. Each strike does a beautiful job of ripping away at his dark skin, but he still succeeds in brushing the damage aside and landing a harsh knee into her bare stomach. Another knee follows, and Mann acquires very tenuous control on this match. He let's her go free, and she crawls to a neutral corner, nursing her stomach, moaning pain, and wondering how's she going to regain the advantage over this terrible fiend. “LOGAN SUCKS! LOGAN SUCKS! LOGAN SUCKS!” “If you went down on your dog in the last two weeks chant Logan sucks!” COLE Logan sucks! Logan sucks! Logan celebrates his silencing of the audience by smashing his forearm into Alix's bare back. The pain from that single strike is so immense that Alix has to turn to face him, just to protect her now seriously wounded back. Problematically this leaves her open to what ever strike Logan's vile mind can concoct. Rather then try anything fancy, he simply whips her towards the ropes. This proves to be an amazingly boneheaded blunder, as upon her return Alix slides her smooth legs into him for a wheel barrel set up. She then elevates her body towards his head, and snares her arm around his neck for a flashy bulldog. But her high risk move never materializes in reality, thanks to Mann grabbing hold of her slender waist her to the canvas. Alix's hands immediately go up to attend to the burning pain in her face, but their soft touch is quickly replaced by the rough feel of Mann's skin as he locks her into a crossface! The agony brought on by the hold builds at an alarming rate, and Alix begins weeping with sincerity, unsure of how much of this torturous hold she'll be able to withstand. Stuck in the center of the ring, the ropes appear so distant they might as well be in on an other continent. Thus she sadly raises her hand to submit to the lethal submission hold and award The Rockers with a key victory. COLE Could this be all for Alix Spezia? Could The Rockers have a key victory over the girls from the city of angels? But Krista drives her point of her boot into Mann's skull, causing him to involuntarily break the hold. Incensed over Krissy denying his team an important win, Synth reaches into the ring and drags her to the outside where he plans on mangling her face with an assist from the steel guardrail. But, Krista delays his ill intent with a guilt inducing lecture. “You, you fake rockstars are all alike. You think your so much better then the rest of us because of your fake money, but I and the lower class, have something you'll never have. Pride. Pride in my values. Pride in having friends not possessions. Pride in measuring my accomplishments in love given not dollars spent. Pride in....eh, fuck it, I'm just gonna superkick you.” Acting upon her promise, Miss California's heel shreds through Synth's face like a machete, and he's sunk to the mats where the cheers of the sold out audience swell above him. Being the sweet soul that she is, Krista pulls her compact mirror out of her pocket and holds it up to Synth's face so he can see just how “great” his remodeled nose looks. “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” Meanwhile, Logan has Miss Spezia prepped for a basic body slam. But the elementary hold turns into a complex mess for the Macho Macho Mann when Alix's baby oil soaked body slips out of his clutches and lands behind him. Before Mann is even made aware of the fact that he's minus one cute Latina, her shoes are dropkicking him towards the ropes. Never the most graceful OAOAST superstar, Logan succeeds in tripping over his own two feet, and deposits himself onto the second. His klutzy loss is actually Alix's gain, because she believes that he's in the perfect position to be eradicated by one of her famous high risk attacks. The Princess of Los Angeles charges towards her vulnerable foe and leaps through the second rope, while latching onto the third and second cable to maintain her precious balance. She uses her generated momentum to swing back towards Mann, seeking to strike him with the 619, or 310 in her case. Perhaps a better name in this particular instance would be “failed attempt” because Mann successfully catches her twirling body within his thickly muscled arms. While the crowd jeers his otherwise impressive counter, he backs away from the ropes, scanning his brain for a devastating move to unleash on helpless Alix. No one will ever know what his pea sized mind came up with, because Krista dismounts her perch on the top rope and drives a missile dropkick into his forehead! “C-O-D! C-O-D! C-O-D!” sing the fans lost in a haze of euphoric delirium. Mackenzie stands on the outside, besieged with furor at the fans worsening of this miserable situation. Krista's attack “blesses” him with an excruciatingly miserable headache, and more importantly pushes he and Alix into a lateral press. Silverman makes the count! CROWD ONE CROWD TWO But Mann throws his shoulder up well before the three count is made. Shifting his focus away from the downed competitor, Silverman beseeches Kris to depart the ring so that some semblance of order can be granted to this contest. Needless to say Krista would prefer to continue the repeated double teaming of her hapless rival, and an argument ensues. While Krista fights a losing verbal battle with the official, her one time lover has taken position on the top turnbuckle. An excited buzz comes from the many fans who expect Alix to enchant them with one of her many dazzling displays of aerial technique. But rather then utilize a shooting star press, or a 450 splash or even a friggin' fist drop, Alix chooses to remain on her pulpit and offer her sorrows over Romeo's slaying of Tybalt, “Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name. When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?” “Alix, dear, maybe that's not such a good idea right now!” Krista frantically suggests, having taking notice of Mann's revival. “Like, what do you know?!” “I was right about the whole washing machines aren't mythic inventions of the creators of Jimmy Neutron, wasn't I?” “Yeah, what a ripoff! Its a lot more fun just to give the black lady behind the counter at the laundromat a quarter to wash my thong while I'm still in it!” The troubling sight of Logan Mann, darting across the ring, confirms Krista's caution. The Hollywood Bad Girl readies herself to meet his charge with a ruinous aerial counterattack. But he moves with preternatural speed and by the time she properly balances herself, he's joining her at the height of the ring post. She stages a defense of her position, but Mann's stunning strength renders her efforts pointless, and he propels her through the sky with a top rope arm drag! Alix plummets into the canvas, scarcely able to do more then sob in misery and pray that the powerful move didn't manage to fracture any of her bones. To make matters worse for her team, by the time Silverman is finally able to convince Krista to leave the ring, Synth darts to position and pushes her from the apron. She slams into the guardrail, where concerned fans instantly begin patting her on the back and make kind hearted efforts to nurse her back to health. Her pride seems more hurt then any part of her body, and she dedicates her time on the outside not to thanking her admires for their support, but to yelling “ I told you so, asshole!” at an apologetic referee. “ROCKERS SUCK! ROCKERS SUCK!” Logan rips Alix's sore bones off the canvas and then throws her towards a vacant corner. Her back brutally crashes into the ringposts, drawing out soft gurgles of pain from her throat. He eyes her whimpering figure, and sniffs the scent of the blood filling the water. Thus he darts towards the helpless girl, preparing to devour her with a corner splash. But Alix gathers the requisite energy to dive swing her body through the ropes towards the safety of the ring apron. This crafty counter leaves Logan's chiseled chest to be mangled by the ringposts, a sight that greatly pleases the audience. He shouts loudly and painfully in a combination of anger and torment, as weakened legs carry him back to the center of the ring. The SoCal cutie affords him little chance to recuperate as her spring boarding body unfurls in front of him with a 450 splash. She sheers him apart like a pink an black lightening bolt, spearing him right through the chest, and driving him to the canvas. “ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!” Ally bounces off the ropes, soaring into the air upon returning to the now standing Mann. She arcs forward, and slashes his face with the heel of her fancy boot. Agony riddles his ringing skull, and he slowly topples backwards only seconds before The Hollywood Bad Girl darts towards the next set of ropes. She elevates to the top cable, and uses it as a launching pad to project her lionsaulting body at her floored rival. But Logan wisely drags his body away from his descending opponent. To the audience's and Mackenzie's relief, Alix avoids a catastrophic crash into the mats, by making an off-balance landing on her feet. She teeters backwards, and has to make an effort to get her wobbly frame under control. Problematically, Mann is pursuing her like a rabid hell hound. He flattens her with a diving lariat that brings forth heart wrenched gasps of despair from the alarmed spectators. Pleased with that bit of damage, Logan drapes his arm across her chest for a pinfall... ONE! TWO! But, Krista ends the pinfall with well timed elbow drop, and Logan's face empties in despair. Equally distressed is Mackenzie, who continues to despair over Krista's solid teamwork with her estranged ex. Latching onto Alix's teeny-tiny booty shorts, a grousing Mann drags her towards her feet. Ally mounts an admirable punch filled rebellion against his clutches, but he easily snuffs out her fire with the point of his elbow placed squarely into her back. With the adorable starlet temporally subdued , Mann foists her high into the sky in a vertical suplex positon. He twirls around, showcasing his prey to the furious audience, increasing their rage with each one of his contemptuous smirks. Finally he lets her go free, unceremoniously dumping her backwards to the canvas. The drop from the peak of the move to the ring floor is a significant one, and leaves her short of breath and in a great deal of agony. Her chocolate hair falls in front of her eyes, shielding a face that's sagged with exhaustion by Logan's high impact attacks. She does however luck into a moment for recovery, as Logan retreats to his corner to grant Synth entry into the affair. Holly doesn't appear overly enamored with the prospects of Synth being given the reigns to the bout, and openly chastises Logan for tagging “That chubby dope” back into the contest. Synth keeps things on the calm, suavely informing his comrade's better half that he “has it in the bag”. This bold assertion looks to be false when the clothesline he hurls at a standing Alix is swiftly evaded. But he promptly redeems himself by horse whipping Alix across the jaw with a back kick. Face blanked by the thunderous strike, the starlet timbers backwards. She isn't afford a single second to lick her wounds, as the moment her body bounces off the canvas, Synth is on top of it with a lateral press. ONE! TWO! But Krista ruins the pivotal fall with an elbow drop, causing cheers to pour down from the rafters, and insults to stream from the mouth of Holly. Equally as perturbed by the injustice, Synth takes hold of Alix's pink top, and roughly traps her between his powerful thighs. His arms snap around her thin waist, the sting of the squeeze feeling worse then even barbwire. The expression of pain on her face shortly gives way to the look of horror as he tries to raise her for a pile driver. Sweaty and out of breath, she wildly kicks her legs, barely managing to set her GoGo boots back down to the mat. But her freedom is short lived, as Synth, cheeks flush in angered red, merely tightens his hold and successfully lifts her onto his broad shoulders. The Hollywood Bad Girl isn't ready to concede defeat to her rival though, and with a huge burst of strength laces her soft legs around his neck, preparing to stage a reversal. Her planned hurricana does not succeed without first navigating rough waters, as Esizer fights with every bit of power in his body to powerbomb her away. After a frantic struggle with her foe, Ally succeeds in peeling backwards to flip Synth head over heels with a crowd popping hurricanrana! “ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!” Alix understands she won't succeed in pinning Synth with any sort of flashy aerial attacks, and thus she stands up before Silverman can count a pin. However, there's no reprieve for Synth as she now attempts to crush his bearded face into mush with a double stomp! Just like her body, her rising spirits plummet downwards, when he rushes his face out of the collision course. Wishing to take advantage of her miss, Synth hurriedly scampers upright. There he flashes his boots forward to smash a dropkick into the side of her head. Her dizzied head lolls to a side, and her vision swirls into a chaotic blur. Esizer uses her moment of nausea and confusion to make a quick tag with Logan Mann. After entering the ring, Logan goes directly for a crucial pinfall... ONE! TWO! Alix delays defeat just a little bit longer by kicking out, bringing a grand cry of happiness from the audience. Unfortunately there is no rest for her weary bones, and Mann grabs hold of her tube top and hauls her to her feet. He lathers her with an ensemble of knife edge chops, each beating her ample chest like a drum, causing Alix to sing sorrowful blues. Mann then fires the angle award winner to the corner, and trails her path with a clothesline. Right as the immense pain of that attack settles on her body, her assailant promptly begins ripping into her midsection with stomps. The blows threaten to shred apart her golden brown skin, and leave droplets of blood in its place. Unwilling to endure that fate, Alix courageously battles back against her assailant, peppering his skull with elbow smashes. Though Logan is able to brave her intense counterattack for several seconds, eventually it becomes to much to bear and he's backed towards the middle of the ring. There he collects his bearings, and adjusts strategy, now putting himself off the ropes for a running neckbreaker. But his planned move never comes to pass as the Princess of Los Angeles batters him with a standing enziguri! Logan is blasted to the canvas, drained of all energy, and will to fight. Without paying a single bit of attention to Alix's position, the wounded grappler begins an arduous trek towards his corner. Fortunately for him, Alix has done the same, despite Mackenzie's repeated warnings to do otherwise. And so, Mackenzie and Krista are thrown into an bitter argument over the best course of action for Alix, neither one giving an inch as their heat filled voices border on erupting into a full shouting match. COLE Both competitors on the move, but who will get there first? A flood of jeers and boos answers that question, as Logan's hand meets with Synth Esizer's. With unseen speed, Esizer blazes a trail across the ring and halts Alix's crawl to her corner with an elbow drop. Still working with that mysterious quickness, Esizer hauls The Hollywood Bad Girl off the canvas. His head snakes between her arms, and his hands clamp down onto bootylicious shorts. Within moments she's being raised into the sky for a devastating back drop. But, Alix's agility shreds Synth's efforts to pieces, as she successfully backflips free of his grasp. Stunned into rage by this unexpected counter, Synth instantly tries to strike her down. But as he readies his arm for an attack, Alix is already in the processes of tagging in Krista! “YEAAAAAAA!” Synth shifts his anger from a brunette to a blond and attempts to blast her off the apron with one swat of his fist. However Krista swings her athletic legs through the ropes to catch him in the ribs. He stumbles backwards, with both arms wrapped around his now very sore side. Synth being so consumed with his pain becomes a costly error, as he fails to spot Krissy leaping onto the top rope. Thus he becomes an easy prey for her swanton press! Though the crowd shows massive appreciation for the death defying strike, its quickly forgotten by Krista who turns her attention towards Logan Mann. Her hands weave through his dreadlocks and bring his face flush into the turnbuckle posts! “YEAAAAAAA!” As Logan is already crumbling to a heap, Krista is redirecting her murderous urges towards Synth, who is slowly scraping his corpse off the canvas. He's unable to make it past a bent over position, as the blond bombshell slices her leg across his neck with a fameasser! “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” Urgently needing to quell Krista's dominance, Holly leaps onto the ring apron. Turning her head over her shoulder, she rolls her tounge around her crimson lips and invites Krista to savor her beauty with a glance of forbidden seduction. Krista is neither amused, nor aroused. “Not even if beneath that forty five pound, emaciated by week long cocaine binges and gangbangs with the Latin Kings body of your's was a lingerie clad Lindsay Lohan.” During Holly latest embarrassment at the mouth of Krista, Synth retreated to the minor safety of the corner. But, with Holly having been humiliated into hiding, Synth's safe haven is all but gone, as Krista lowers menacing eyes upon the hapless Rocker. Straight across the ring she comes, and with every step, Synth's mouth grows wider with horror, until its screaming cries of anguish as she monkey flips him across the ring. “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” COLE Why didn't he just move out the way if he saw her coming? In pressing need of a barf bag, the dizzied brawler steps to his feet to mount whatever speck of offense he can muster. That would not be much; as Krista further adds to his tremendous nausea with an inverted lung blower! Synth bounces off her knees and flops onto the canvas, face frozen in a look of indescribable pain. A pinfall then follows.... CROWD ONE! CROWD TWO! The three forever remains on the audience's lips as Synth pulls his shoulder away from the canvas. Letting the sold out crowd vocalize her complaints over the count to the referee, Krista heads to the corner and with one super leap reaches the top rope. Though, before she can execute a high flying stunt, she must deal with Logan Mann, approaching at top speed on the ring apron. However, Alix handles that situation with ease, catching Logan unaware with a spear! Although he's blasted from the apron he avoids a truly disastrous crash landing by coming down on his boots. Unfortunately for the Macho Macho Mann his moment of good lucks ends at that exact moment as The Hollywood Bad Girl zooms through the ropes with a diving shoulder block. Bringing forth incredible cheers from the audience, her shoulder catches him square in the face! COACH Got dayum, homegirl just ate that nigga up! Get up, son! Get up! While Logan may have just won himself a trip to the IR, Synth is mostly recovered and quickly moves to join Krista atop turnbuckles. He hammers her with several elbows to the back, then attempts to attach her into a back suplex position. But, his hasty efforts don't go smoothly, and Miss California violently fights against him with elbows of her own. Eventually the elbows become too much for Esizer to endure, and he sags back to the canvas, a defeated man. Without wasting a moment of time, Krista's body twirls through the sky with a picture perfect moonsault press. But, Synth has enough strength within him to duck beneath her swan diving figure. As he rests his weary face on the ring ropes he expects to hear the horrendous sound of bones being obliterated by the stone solid canvas. Frustratingly all he hears is the soft click of her heels landing flawlessly on the floor. Though Synth has left himself in a dangerously vulnerable position, its not one Krista will ever be able to capitalize on thanks to having her arms pinned behind her back by Mackenzie DeCenzo. This despicable act comes joined with a torrent of jeers from the audience, but Mackenzie orders their silence as she tries her damnedest to keep Krista from shredding through her grip. COLE Is this woman out of her mind? That's your girlfriend's teammate! COACH That's your girlfriend's ex, who's been spreading rumors of drug use about your girlfriend, wants to kill your boss, beat your girlfriend up and then steal her back, and then rip out your still beating heart and show it to you before you die. You better do a lot more then pin her arms behind her back. With crazed brutality perverting her voice, Mackenzie hollers to Holly for assistance. Having had numerous run-ins with Krista over the course of the match, Holly needs no convincing and passes the Koran into the hands of Esizer. As Synth readies the holy book to aid in his quest for victory, Holly returns to the ring apron to distract referee Billy Silverman with tousling of her flame red hair. Bellowing in feral anger, Synth wields the book like a battering ram, readying it to cave in the blond's skull. But to his consternation and the audience's celebration, Krista counteracts his efforts by swinging her boot towards his face. With Synth's threat momentarily subsided, Krista is now free to deal with Mackenzie. She breaks apart her archrival's grip, then quickly swings behind her, turning her into a human shield against Synth's second approach. Krista gives Mackenzie a little nudge, and that its all it takes for the Enterprise's CFO to be wiped out by Synth's reckless use of the Koran. Tumbling into lifelessness Mackenzie sags downwards, unable to see the mischievous smile playing on Krista's face, or hear the tremendous roar of the standing crowd. “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” COACH Alix is going to be pissed! Eyes blazing hatred, Synth takes quick stride towards Krista, wielding the holy book like a scimitar. But Krista rolls across the ring floor, eluding his questing blade. Thus the rampaging monster simply throws himself towards a returning Alix. He tries to drive his beefy arm towards her throat, but the sex kitten catches it just in time to spike it across her knee! His arm sizzles and smokes with agony, and he scrambles backwards to steer clear of Alix. However her hands coil around his neck rooting him firmly in her control. She then plummets their bodies sidways, and smashes him into the canvas with her finisher, The Shot At Love (sommersault neckbreaker)! The fans shriek with glee, and their voices grow louder when Alix hooks the leg for a pinfall. Alix sits atop the third rope, counting along with cheery voice and fingers pointed towards the sky, as Silverman administers the crucial count. CROWD ONE! CROWD TWO! CROWD THREE! COLE They got it! They got it! They got it! Chicks Over Dicks winning again, just like old times! And, maybe, that's the kind of thing Alix needs to jolt her memory as to how good she had it with Krista! BUFFER Your winners....ALIX MARIA SPEZIA AND KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAN The euphoric Detroit natives exchange high fives, and toss thundering cheers into the air, in joy for their favorite ladies' success, and this time warp back to happier days. Unfortunately the crowd and Cole are the only ones waxing nostalgia over the triumphant run of the four time tag team champions. Alix more then anyone is very much aware of the bitter acrimony that constantly hangs over their every interaction, her voice is stifled to silence. Krista, however, moves with an air of sweetened grace to sweep away a volatile situation. She offers polite congratulations to Alix and makes her way towards the exit. But her peaceful retreat is left forever on hold, once Alix notices that her current lady love lies in a battered heap. There's no thought of other possibilities, and no questions of other suspects in Alix's mind, before she levels a bitter accusation towards Krista. Still intending to escape the ring without incurring further drama, Krista tries to pin total blame on Synth. But her excuses and alibis hold little weight in the twisted mind of Alix Maria Spezia. Her usually bubbly voice lowers several octaves as she assails Krista with bitterest tirade. Accusation after accusation is pinned on Krista, as a maddened Alix blames her for everything from Mackenzie's condition to spreading rumors about her drug use in the press. COLE This situation could get very ugly soon. COACH So much for your happy ending. Quote Avril Lavigne. Though, Krista has been the symbol of calm of tranquility for the duration of Alix's rant, her naturally abrasive personality can only withstand so much aggression from the woman she loves. Thus her soothing tones and halcyon demeanor falls to oblivion, taken over by enough bluster and hysterics to stand up to Alix's ferocious howls. With both women having dug their heels into the trenches, the still standing audience is left to pick sides in the emotional struggle. They vocalize their selections loudly and proudly, screaming with such energy that girls have to strain to be heard. LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO KRISTA! LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO KRISTA! Suddenly onto the video screen appears the image of Mister Moneymaker, clad in one of his famous pinstripped suits, sitting in front of the OAOAST logo. MONEYMAKER Enough! Enough! Enough! Alix, leave Krista alone please. Because I want her to hear all of this. Leap Year Spectacular is intended to be a celebration of the OAOAST. An affirmation of its highest qualities as we venture into Anglemania. Its more then a glorified HeldDOWN as some have called it. Its a worship of the OAOAST, a Spectacular moment to give thanks before the OAOAST gives you greatness at Anglemania. The view returns to Krista, mouthing the words “get to the point.” MONEYMAKER But you've decided not to show, Krista. Not to worship at the altar of the OAOAST. Why? There's no illness in your family, no pressing emergencies to attend to in California. Even dear sweet Alix is scheduled to do an interview from her home in Los Angeles. But, you will be the only OAOAST superstar not present. The OAOAST's most popular female as voted by the fans themselves will be missing. Where will she be? The SWF! The same place that infested this company with Todd Cortez, Bruce Blank, and Landon Maddix. Men who one by one tried to ruin the OAOAST. But there you are in the federation that spawned them. And you're there for greed. “FUCK YOU, MONEYMAKER! FUCK YOU, MONEYMAKER!” MONEYMAKER You don't care about the SWF, you probably didn't even know Landon Maddix ran the operation until he came waving cash in front of your face. The SWF probably means nothing to you, but the chance to enhance your fortune does. I can appreciate that, but I can also call you out on it. You are selfish, self serving shrew, the kind of monster that spreads lie after lie about a woman she supposedly loves in Newspapers and gossip shows. The kind of monster that abandons her loyal fans for powerful dollar. I appreciate that, and I expect that you are after all Jewish, you its in your pagan nature to be greedy. BWHAAHAHAH! But I'm also disgusted by you. You're showing no concern for the fans, just like you've shown no concern for your bastard child when you ditched them! This is familiar territory for you, this kind of behavior. Because you care about no one besides yourself. Alix, Maya, your child, the fans, all mean nothing to you, Krista. All that matters is your fame, and fortune and image. You should be punished for your crimes of selfishness. You will punished. Punished by me, the ultimate decider of fates, the man who controls everything and everyone. I have promised to destroy you, Krista and with the information provided to me by Alix, I shall do just that. I shall ruin you. At Leap Year Spectacular you fans will not have Krista Isadora Duncan, and that is a shame, but you will have the identity of her bastard child, and that will be a glorious, glorious, thing. BWHAHAAHAHAH! Moneymaker's unsettling laughter is our final image as we FADE OUT Edited February 22, 2008 by Patty O'Green Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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