King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted June 5, 2008 On our return to the arena, we pan the crowd ahead of our historic main-event. The New Jersey crowd whoop their approval, with some very special guests in amongst them. Over in the third row we see Jumbo, Deuce Deuce Bigelow and Denzel Spencer with special seats in amongst the people. Elsewhere, Vitamin X sits with Princess Stacey discussing something amongst themselves. Front row seats have been bagged by Jamie O'Hara and The Christ Air Express. Even out of the arena there's great interest, as we cut back to see Landon Maddix and Megan Skye in their dressing room watching, while amongst those gathered around a more communal monitor is Alfdogg, stood with arms folded. COLE The eyes of the OAOAST are on this one, The Match Of Champions just moments away. Featuring all eight male OAOAST champions in this one fall, eight man tag team match, it promises to be one of the biggest main-event in HeldDOWN~! history Coach. COACH We've got guys watching backstage, I see guys sitting in the crowd, EVERYBODY wants to get a good view of this one. And why? Simple. You've got, like you said, all the champions of the OAOAST in this match... and every guy in that locker room and out here or wherever they may be wishes they were involved. Because these are the guys that are holding gold coming up. The measuring sticks in this company. Trust me, this is gonna be a great match, but the Rejects and the Spanish Flys and the Jock Mulligans, they're not watching it to be entertained, they're taking advantage of this rare chance to strain a scouting eye on all the champions at once. COLE You may well be right about that. The eyes of the world are on Trenton, New Jersey, it's The Match Of Champions! Let's not waste any longer and go up to Michael Buffer for the introductions. [IMG=http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii59/KingCucaracha/shirts/matches/MOC.jpg] *DINGDING!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, wrestling fans, the following contest is your HeldDOWN~! MAIN EVENT of the evening! It is the first ever MATCH OF CHAMPIONS! Scheduled for one fall to a finish, it is an Eight Man Tag Team Match, featuring all of the title holders of the OAOAST in one ring at one time. And now, ladies and gentlemen... ARE YOU READY? "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER Albany, New York... ARE... YOU... rrrrrrrrrrRRRREADY!? "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER Then, for the thousands in attendance... and the millions watching around the world, ladies and gentlemen... LLLLLLLLLLLLET’S GET RRREEAADY TO RRRUMBLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! 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. [b]HERE WE GO AGAIN MOTHERFUCKER![/b] The crowd goes insane as a figure punches through the curtains, hidden beneath 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. BUFFER Introducing team number one. First, from 'South Of Heaven'. He weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds... a charter member of the OAOAST, he is widely regarded as the most sadistic man to grace this ring. He is a member of the Deadly Alliance... and the reigning OAOAST HEARTLAND CHAMPION... SSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAANNDDMMMMMAAAAAAAAANN... NNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNEEEEEEEEEE... TTHHHHHHHOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAANNDD!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Sandman slides into the ring and rips off the bandanas, a sick smile on his face as he raises his title belt overhead. COLE The OAOAST original, Sandman9000. That Heartland Title will do him no good tonight though, this isn't a Heartland Division match-up. Tonight we're going to see what Sandman can do outside of his hardcore environment. COACH And make no mistake, he's no slouch as a wrestler. It's just, sometimes slicing and dicing is more fun. "The Church Of Hot Addiction" by Cobra Starship hits next, Sandman kicking back in the corner while his partners make their way out. Nathaniel Black leads the way, raises his fists into the air with his 6-Man Title in hand. Behind him, James Blonde makes way for the chest pounding Faqu, clearly fired up for this match as he stomps ahead of his partners. Blonde and Black are a picture of confidence, and who can blame them with the crazed Samoan causing fans to cower as he passes. BUFFER And his tag team partners. Total combined weight, seven hundred and fourty seven pounds... they represent Cucaracha Internacional. Together, holders of the OAOAST WORLD 6-MAN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... from Vancouver, British Columbia... "THE TRENDSETTER" JJJJAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMEEEESSSSSSSS BBLLLLLLOOOOOOOOONNDDEEEEEEEEEEEE!! "THE SAMOAN WRECKING BALL"... FFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAQQUUUUUUUUUUU!! And from London, England, NNAAAATTHHHHHAAAAAAAANNIIIIIIEEEEEELLLLLLLL BBLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAACCKK!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Beating his chest again, Faqu scales the ring steps and stares at Sandman for a second before he enters the ring. COLE It's going to be interesting to see how Sandman9000 blends with his 6-Man Tag Team Champion partners, especially somebody like Nathaniel Black. We all know how Black feels about wrestlers who's style conflicts his and I doubt he's a big fan of the deathmatches somehow. Sure enough, there's an uneasy look between Black and Sandman, barely acknowledging each other. It's left to Blonde to offer up a high-five. All is well for now it seems, the four standing side by side and watching on as "Shine" by Collective Soul begins to play and brings the New Jersey crowd around. A warm reaction greets the World Tag Team Champions, Benjamin and Moss looking all business as they walk out. Well, one walks, one rather limps as Charlie Moss takes it careful on his taped left knee. BUFFER And introducing the opponents! First, at a total combined weight of four hundred and eighty pounds... a team that have assembled the top accolades in both amateur and professional wrestling circles. The current OAOAST ONE AND ONLY WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... CHARLIE MOSS and QUENTIN BENJAMIN... together, they are TTEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM... HHHHEEEEEEEYYYYYYYRRRRRROOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSS!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Looks and words are exchanged by Team Heyross and Sandman9000 from the outside of the ring. COLE I'm sure Moss and Benjamin will love to get their hands on Sandman tonight, he being the partner of Reject and Thunderkid of course. Issues still unresolved there after what happened back at School's Out. COACH Reject and Thunderkid aren't Tag Champions yet. So, yes. Definately unresolved. Suddenly, a piano plays a melody causing the crowd to rise to their feet. COACH Okay, I just went off this whole Match Of Champions thing. The lights go down in the arena, turning back on in tune with the melody. [b]"COME ON!" *BOOM~!*[/b] 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 as Colombian Heat rushes out onto the stage, getting the crowd fired up. Heat runs to both sides of the entrance stage and fires that section of the arena up. The US Champion then hangs the belt over his shoulder and gives it a pat, acknowledging the fans before hand-slapping his way down the aisle. BUFFER Introducing next. Originally from Bogotá, Colombia, but now residing in Miami, Florida. He weighs in at one hundred and eighty pounds... one half of The Badd Boyz and the OAOAST UNITED STATES HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... CCOOOOOLLLLLLLOOOOOOOMMMMMBBIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAANN... HHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAATT!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Heat's trail down the aisle takes him to Team Heyross, tagging hands with them as well. Heat fires up the fans some more, jumping around on the spot in his eagerness to get going. COACH At least he's not going to do that annoying thing where he talks. COLE You mean when he fires up these great fans before the match? COACH Well, any time Heat talks is pretty annoying but that was the one I was alluding to at the moment, yeah. "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" The crowd eagerly await the final Champion... [b]"THE CHAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMP..."[/b] [i]*DUN DUN*[/i] [b]"...IS..."[/b] [i]*DUN*[/i] [b]"...HERE!"[/b] ...and with that, a lightning bolt hits the entrance, the PRL entrance video plays on the AngleTron, and "Know Your Role 2000" begins playing, with the crowd standing up and cheering. PR is heard saying, "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" throughout the song, while smoke fills the entryway and strobe lights appear on the entrance set. A few seconds elapse before out through the smoke strides the reigning World Champion, Tha Puerto Rican! PRL marches out and right down the aisle, to the sound of roaring cheers and the sight of dozens of PRL signs being thrust in the air. COLE In The Match Of Champions, here comes THE Champion! BUFFER And the final participant! He comes to us from San Juan, Puerto Rico... weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. The other half of The Badd Boyz... he is the reigning One and Only AngleSault Thread HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOORRRRRLLDD... ladies and gentlemen, this is THHHAAAAAA PPPPPPPUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEERRRRRRTTOOOOOOOO... RRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANN!!!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Climbing the steps, PRL scales the turnbuckles on the outside and raises the World Title in the air as he smells the electricity in the air. Into the ring slide Benjamin, Moss and Heat with the numbers now even and all eight champions find themselves in the ring for the first time. COLE What a reaction in New Jersey for Tha Puerto Rican! They are pumped for this historic match, that's for sure! COACH Congratulations PR, [i]New Jersey[/i] likes you. You two deserve each other, you truly do. Blonde keeps Faqu from charging, calming him down as the sight of PRL standing tall on the turnbuckles riles him up. Leaping down, PRL calls his team together and they talk strategy, or namely who's going to start the match. The Badd Boyz and Team Heyross seem to be in cohesion for now, while across the ring James Blonde appoints himself leader, or at least mediator with his team-mates. COLE PRL will no doubt be a marked man tonight. We know that the 6-Man Champions will be looking to soften him up for their leader Landon Maddix, plus Sandman's fellow Deadly Alliance member Alfdogg has made no secret of his World Title aspirations either. So here we go, let's see who's going to start out... COACH Woah woah, wait a second Michael. Look. The camera pans away from the ring and to the top of the stage, where THE CUBAN WALL has strolled out unannounced! Taking up his position at the top of the ramp, Wall stands with arms folded watching on. COLE Like we said, everybody wants to get a good viewpoint for this match. And it looks like we're going to see the World Heavyweight Champion starting it out! PRL is indeed going to start, stirring up an air of excitement in amongst the crowd. The World Champ waits patiently, as across the ring it's decided on Nathaniel Black to start for his team. Blonde and Black high-five before The Englishman starts stretching out, eyes locked with Tha Puerto Rican's. *DINGDINGDING!* "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" With the support of the crowd behind him, PRL steps out of his corner and right into an exchange of words with Nathaniel Black. The mouthy cockney gets right up in front of Tha Puerto Rican and points out the size difference between them before daring him to take the first shot. PRL needs no second asking. He nails Black with a right hand. And another. Another. Another! Black is backed up by the punches, caught by surprise by the ferocity of the World Champion. Backed up into the ropes, Black is grabbed by PRL for an irish whip. The Englishman reverses the whip and ducks his head, looking to headbutt PRL in the midsection on the way back. But PRL goes up and over with a sunset flip... 1... 2... Kickout by Black, quickly back up to his feet and attempting to tie up PR's legs in some sort of submission! COACH Here we go! World Champ or not, PRL can't compete on the mat with Nathaniel Black! Realising this, PRL squirms around to free himself and manages to spin away, rolling away to the ropes. Arrogantly, Nathaniel shows Tha Puerto Rican just how close he came to trouble. PRL shakes it off and with Heat's encouragement, he locks hands for a test of strength. The two men lock one set of hands, but before they can clasp the second set Black pulls out a quick pirouhette into a hammerlock. COLE Black is argueably the best skilled technical wrestler in the OAOAST. Hold and counter hold, it comes so naturally to him with that European background. COACH And I'm pretty sure The Rock wasn't a great counter wrestler, so PR's screwed! PRL searches high and low for an escape before settling for throwing a back elbow. Black gets caught hard in the jaw and loses hold of Tha Puerto Rican, who quickly hits the ropes. Shaking off the elbow, Black swings with a clothesline. PRL ducks underneath though, building up speed off the ropes and baseball sliding through the legs of The Englishman. Caught out, Black turns around into a side headlock takeover. Hanging onto the headlock PRL shrugs off an attempted headscissors and leaves Black kicking the mat in frustration at being out-wrestled in that exchange. "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" COLE You were saying? PRL brings Nathaniel back up with the side headlock and reaches out, making the first tag to Quentin Benjamin. COLE Here comes someone who can match holds with Black! The former Pac-10 and NCAA Champion. Springing to the top rope, Benjamin comes down with a fist to the ribs of Black. He then wrings out the arm and bars it to keep control. Black places his free forearm under Benjamin's jawbone and forces him back against the ropes though, waiting for the referee's 5 count to force a break before headbutting Benjamin in the stomach! European uppercut from the European, before whipping Benjamin off the ropes. But Quentin rolls underneath a forearm strike and Charlie Moss quickly enters to help deliver a Double Dropkick! Blonde rushes in, but he takes a Double Dropkick and both men quickly roll outside, while PRL and Colombian Heat rush in to knock Sandman9000 and Faqu off the apron for good measure! All four men left in the ring work the crowd, while Cucaracha Internacional+9000 are forced to a- regroup and b- keep Faqu from going tearing ringside apart. COLE The World, US and Tag Team Champions are standing tall in the early going! COACH Thanks to double-teaming and cheapshots, let's call it how it is shall we? The 6-Man and Heartland Champions regroup, while referee Mike Chioda gets control in the ring. Back in slides Nathaniel Black, but he has no intentions of staying in for long. Instead, he slaps Faqu's hand and points him in. COLE Uh-oh. Quentin Benjamin's eyes widen a little as the big Samoan enters, ranting away in his native tongue. Looking him up and down, Benjamin tries to figure the best way to attack and as Faqu moves in, he tries a single leg trip. When your leg is the size of a tree trunk, it's not easy to trip though. Faqu goes nowhere and with Benjamin clinging onto him, he raises up his hands and strikes down across the back with overhand chops! Stung, Quentin backs away into a corner to recover. Faqu follows him in though... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and delivers a meaty knifedge to the chest! COACH Don't get that in the amateurs! Such is the force that Benjamin is bounced out of the corner, staggering away to catch his breath. Right on him, Faqu clubs him from behind, forcing Benjamin down to one knee. Faqu then scoops Benjamin up and slams him down, all on the orders of James Blonde who quickly makes the tag. Climbing his corner, The Trendsetter stands over his partners and extends his arms to a chorus of boos, before coming off the top with a Flying Kneedrop! COLE Textbook teamwork from Blonde and Faqu. The big Samoan does all the work and Blonde comes in with the opponent prone to put the finishing touches on. COACH If it works, go with it. After a fancy roll through to his feet, Blonde crawls back over to cover... 1... 2... No! Blonde pulls Benjamin up in a front facelock and instantly brings Faqu back in. COACH Quick tags, clearly the more cohesive team are Black, Blonde, Faqu and Sandman. COLE I don't know about that. Team Heyross are Tag Champions and The Badd Boyz have been back together for about 6 months now. COACH 3+1 is greater than 2+2. COLE No it's not. With Benjamin wide open, Faqu delivers a headbutt to the ribs with Blonde holding him in place. Benjamin falls to one knee and Faqu lines him up before landing a hard kick to the chest. Fighting for breath, Quentin is pulled back up. Irish whip is reversed... but only to arms length, as Faqu stays rooted to the spot! Benjamin tugs on the arm a couple of times but Faqu won't budge and eventually pulls Benjamin into a back elbow! With Quentin down, Blonde again calls for the tag. As before the Samoan scoops up and slams Benjamin before he tags out. Up top, JB makes a big show of himself again as he balls up the fist, throwing a shout-out to Marty Jannetty with the Fistdrop... ...INTO THE MAT!! COLE Blonde took way too much time posing up top that time! Benjamin quickly shuffles to his corner to tag Moss, cutting Blonde off from tagging out himself. With kicks and punches Team Heyross back Blonde up into the ropes and shoot him off, referee Chioda counting away. With only 3 on the clock, the World Tag Team Champions elevate JB up with a Double Flapjack and Quentin exits the ring, allowing Moss to pin... 1... 2... No! Wringing the arm, Moss keeps Blonde at arm's length from the tag. Hammerlock and a slam, Moss with another quick cover... 1... 2... No! Moss keeps Blonde down by applying a top wristlock on the mat. Bridging up on his neck, Blonde tries to aleviate the pressure and look for an escape. He finds one by rolling backwards and to his feet, only for Moss to hang onto the arm into another hammerlock. COLE Blonde looking over to his corner to Nathaniel Black, wondering how in the hell that happened! COACH He's not the only one. Getting over the surprise, Blonde backs up and forces Charlie's back against the ropes. Reaching back he hooks the head, pushing up off the canvas and executing a flying mare... but Moss hangs doggedly onto the arm to come out on top with another hammerlock! COLE One of the most important aspects of amateur wrestling is grip and Charlie Moss is showing he's lost none of it. Moss brings Blonde back up, bringing him to the corner to tag in Colombian Heat for the first time. "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" COLE The US Champion in! COACH The US is being represented by a Colombian and the World by a Puerto Rican. No wonder the human race is in such a piss-poor state. Heat delivers a right hand to the shoulder as he steps in, then takes over with an armbar. Down to a knee goes Blonde and Heat smiles confidently, momentarily distracted by Cuban Wall still stood watching on the rampway but only for a second. Heat backs Blonde up into a neutral corner, then goes to town with a flurry of chops and punches in the corner! Blonde tries to cover up and Heat calls a halt in order to whip JB across the ring. As he approaches the opposite corner Blonde sticks his arms out and looks to go up and over on Heat. The US Champ goes with it but stops short of colliding with the turnbuckles. He waits for Blonde to land, then leaps to the middle rope and flips back with a Quebrada out of the corner to take JB down... 1... 2... Kickout! Heat looks for another irish whip, but this time Blonde reverses. On the rebound Blonde looks to scoop Heat up. Heat floats up and over the back, running Blonde into the ropes attempting an O'Connor roll. Blonde grabs hold of the ropes and pushes Heat off, the Colombian rolling through to his feet to catch Blonde running at him with a Hurricanrana! HEAT WHASSUP?! "WHASSUP?!" COACH Whassup!? Even guys like me don't say that! After exchanging ebonics with the New Jersey crowd, Heat comes off the ropes... and runs right into a desperation knee to the midsection. COACH Haha! Whassup now dawg!? Blonde wastes no time in getting over to his corner to get the tag to Sandman9000. The Heartland Champion enters the match for the first time and goes right at Heat with forearm strikes. Getting Heat dazed, Sandman then hits the ropes and goes for a clothesline. But Heat ducks and takes Sandman down with a schoolboy... 1... 2... No! COLE That straight ahead style of Sandman9000, almost cost him there though. Back up quickly, Sandman goes back to the forearms. Heat ducks again on the second shot though, then fights back on the Heartland Champion with right hands! COLE Colombian Heat's not going to back down from a fight though, not even from Sandman! Sandman goes to the EYES of Colombian Heat though, which soon puts a stop to that. Sandman quickly follows up with a back suplex and covers... 1... 2... No! Pulling Heat back up, Sandman scoops him off his feet and hangs him over the top rope. Another cover follows... 1... 2... No! The Heartland Champion drifts into Heartland mode, placing his foot across Heat's windpipe and gripping onto the top rope as he chokes the life from him! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" Sandman breaks on four but clearly isn't happy about it. COLE Well, Sandman isn't going to get away with that kind of tactic tonight. After an arguement with referee Chioda, Sandman ends up exchanging 'views' with Tha Puerto Rican, which soon escalates into exchanging a wad of spit. PRL takes unsurprising exception to that and jumps into the ring, only for Chioda to hold him back. As this goes on meanwhile, Nathaniel Black stands on the back of Colombian Heat's head trapping his throat on the bottom ring rope. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COACH You see, Sandman and the 6-Man Champs are totally in synch, just like I told you. COLE They share a common bond for breaking the rules I'll grant you that. Sandman walks back over and pulls Colombian Heat to his feet whilst a clearly agitated PRL is sent back to the apron. Hanging up Heat's arms over the ropes, Sandman backs up and delivers a knee strike to the exposed midsection. Sandman then lays in a right hand to the top of the head. A second. And then a forearm. Sending him off with an irish whip, Sandman goes up to deliver a standing dropkick, connecting right on the BUTT of the jaw. Rolling over, Sandman reaches up and tags out quickly. Faqu takes over and with Heat still down nursing his jaw, the Samoan prepares to drops the big one, dropping towards the stricken Colombian with a Big Splash... ...NOBODY HOME!! Heat rolls out of the way and right to his corner as Faqu eats mat! COLE Thank goodness Heat got out of the way right there. COACH Speak for yourself. COLE I think I'm speaking for the vast majority of the fans in New Jersey actually. COACH Yeah, I hate it when you do that. Heat tries to keep control of the raging Samoan as he traps him in a side headlock. Of course Faqu doesn't stay trapped for long, placing a hand in the back and shoving Heat into the ropes... where an ERRANT KNEE from James Blonde strikes him in the kidneys! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" A hard thrust to the throat from Faqu puts Heat down, the cover coming before Chioda can ask too many questions... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE Blatant cheapshot from Blonde. There's a trend he's been setting for a while. As complaints rage from Team Heyross and Tha Puerto Rican over the cheapshot from the outside James Blonde now becomes the legal man. JB comes in smiling which does little to calm the moods of his opposition. Picking Heat up, Blonde delivers a snap suplex in the middle of the ring. Blonde follows up with a quick double stomp. The Trendsetter then sits Heat up, trapping his arms in a crucifix and tilting him over into a pinning predicament... 1... 2... Kickout! Heat tries to keep going backwards from his kickout realising that's the direction his partners are waiting in. Nothing doing, as Blonde grabs a sneaker and drags him across the ring. Tag is made by Nathaniel Black, delivering a kneedrop to the chest with impressive elevation off the mat. COLE We heard Nathaniel Black making some pretty bold comments last week, talking about how he'd like to take the US Title from Colombian Heat and rename it the 'British Heavyweight Title'. And I know that caused great offence with Heat. COACH You have to admit, it would raise the levels of class around here a little. COLE So would firing you, but we don't want to seem like we're stealing ideas too directly from other places. Standing over Colombian Heat, Black walks around him arrogantly motioning for him to get back up. PRL does the same, although with a little more good intentions than the Englishman. Ever gutsy, Heat does get up but gets gripped around the back of the head and struck with a knee to face! Back down goes Heat in a heap. Turning to the crowd, Black mockingly asks "Is this the best you Yanks 'ave got!?", earning jeers from the New Jersey crowd, perhaps for mistaking the Colombian for an American or perhaps just for being an ass. Either way, they don't change their minds after Black slaps Heat across the back of the head daring him to get up again. "LET'S GO HEAT!" "LET'S GO HEAT!" "LET'S GO HEAT!" "LET'S GO HEAT!" Spurred on by the fans, Heat does fight back up. Black is waiting and again cups him behind the head, delivering a head-snapping European uppercut. Away staggers Heat, ending up in hung in the ropes where Black delivers another European uppercut. COACH Nobody delivers those like Nat Black. Grabbing Heat's head, Black throws a headbutt before he sends Heat for the ride. Black then connects with a high knee attack and covers the fallen Heat... 1... 2... PRL IN FOR THE SAVE! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" PRL mouths off to Black as he's sent back to the corner, taking a fake swipe at Chioda to make the referee flinch a little. COACH Oh yeah, big man, take a cheap kick at somebody and then threaten a referee. COLE I think PRL's getting a little wound up by watching Colombian Heat on the recieving end of this punishment for so long. COACH Then he should get a tag partner that doesn't suck maybe? Not letting PRL bother him, Black leads Colombian Heat over to his corner, making the tag to Sandman. The Trenton crowd try to get involved again, as Sandman takes over from the Englishman with a snapmare and a dropkick to the back of the head on the seated Heat! Heat writhes holding his neck until Sandman forces him down... 1... 2... Kickout! Sandman takes Heat and delivers a headbutt from his knees. The Heartland Champion then pulls the US Champion to his feet, whipping him into a corner and following close behind with a running forearm strike. After another couple of standing forearms, Sandman then elevates Heat up onto the top rope. COLE Could be a Muscle Buster maybe? Sandman pulls the head down and tries to hook Heat up. The US Champion fights it and grips onto the ropes to prevent being lifted up. So Sandman lets Heat go, throwing a punch... BLOCKED! Heat blocks and kicks Sandman in the chest. Another kick lands. Heat then reaches out, hooking Sandman for a Tornado DDT... NO! Sandman hangs onto Heat and places him kicking and squirming right back on the top rope. A hard palm strike upside the head leaves Heat dazed, allowing Sandman to go back after the head. Heat continues to prove elusive though and bounces on the middle rope, allowing himself to flip over and roll down Sandman's back! The Heartland Champion growls and turns around... INTO THE PELE KICK!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE THE PELE! THE PELE~! COACH I hate that move so much. As Sandman falls back in the corner, Colombian Heat finally has an opening to tag, giving hope to his team-mates. "HEAT!" "HEAT!" "HEAT!" "HEAT!" The crowd want the fresh man in and so does Colombian Heat, crawling down the ropes towards his partners' outstretched hands. Sandman shakes off the kick and goes for his corner as well. Both men reach out for the tag at the same time... Tag to James Blonde. TAG TO THA PUERTO RICAN!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Having darted into the ring, Blonde quickly slams on the brakes as he sees the World Champion darting towards him. PRL comes in swinging and throwing punches. A punch connects. Another. Another. And another. Irish whip by Tha Puerto Rican sends Blonde off the ropes, going up and over with a leapfrog. He goes up again with a reverse leapfrog, then takes The Trendsetter over with an armdrag as he rebounds again! Blonde ends up hitting the ropes as he gets to his feet and looks to use it to his advantage as he charges PR, but Tha Puerto Rican hurls himself through the air with the Gamengiri!! COLE Dodge THIS, BITCH~! Cover by PRL... 1... 2... No! Tha Puerto Rican jumps right back up, taking a shot at Nathaniel Black and Faqu as they stand idly by on the apron. PRL then crouches down and waits for Blonde to get back up, setting him up for the LATIN SLA... NO! Blonde elbows out of the attempted Latin Slam, then gets the tag off to Faqu. COACH Now we're going to have some fun. With PRL retreating into a corner Faqu quickly makes his way over to the opposite corner and comes charging, looking to engulf Tha Puerto Rican with an AVALANCHE... ...MISSED!! PRL gets out of the way and Faqu clatters into the turnbuckles! COACH That wasn't quite as fun as I was hoping for. COLE The pace is really picking up here between these eight OAOAST champions. Tag is made and Charlie Moss is in, bum-rushing The Samoan Wrecking Ball from behind and barging him into a corner. With Faqu pressed against the turnbuckles Moss clubs away with repeated clubbing forearms across the back, then backs up across the ring to deliver a running high knee in the corner! COLE Look at Charlie Moss taking it to the bigman with no fear whatsoever! Faqu staggers out from the corner, schoolyard tripped by Moss and stacked on his shoulders with a pinfall... 1... 2... NO! Climbing to his feet, Faqu walks right into Moss's arms. His attempt at an Overhead Belly To Belly is a little ambitious though. Faqu doesn't budge and delivers a headbutt to fend Moss off. Shuffling to the side a step, Faqu then aims for Moss's head with a Thrust Kick... but Moss sidesteps and swats it away. COLE Great flexibility from the Samoan, but no connection. Quick as a flash, Benjamin jumps in and the World Tag Team Champions combine with the DOUBLE GOOZLE~!!~1! Cover by Moss... 1... 2... Blonde comes in and tackles Benjamin, knocking him on top of the pin to break it up. COLE That was a unique way to break the pin. COACH You might even say it was 'trendsetting'. Blonde puts the boots to Moss before Benjamin gets back involved, Team Heyross getting the upperhand until the one man wrecking ball that is Faqu gets back to his feet. After clubbing both Moss and Benjamin down, Faqu is then directed by his buddy Blonde. Together Faqu and Blonde pull out stereo irish whips on Moss and Benjamin respectively. In stereo they then swing with clotheslines... and MISS with clotheslines. Ducking underneath, Moss and Benjamin put on the brakes and wait for JB and Faqu to turn... *SMACK!* *SMACK!* STEREO SUPERKICKS... but only Blonde goes down! FAQU BLLLLLAAAAAAAAHHHHH... *SMACK!* *SMACK!* A Double Superkick from Team Heyross finally drops Faqu though! COLE Down crashes the Wrecking Ball. As Team Heyross look relieved, they're caught unawares as Nathaniel Black slides in from the blindsight. Lunging forward, he clips Charlie Moss's knee sending him crashing to the mat with a howl of agony! Benjamin quickly jumps on Black and the two brawl out of the ring, while Moss is able to at least roll himself under the bottom rope. COLE Man, Moss looks in a lot of pain. Black went right for that left knee damaged at School's Out at the hands of Thunderkid and Reject. That was no coincidence. COACH Of course it wasn't, dummy! Nat's a smart guy, if there's a weakness he can exploit you better believe he knows about it before a match even starts because he's watches his tapes. Nevermind the fact Moss has got tape under the kneepad as well, painting a bullseye on it. COLE Well we've got plenty of men down here, the pace is starting to take it's toll. Benjamin and Black going at it just across from us. And the happiest people right now are those OAOAST superstars watching, seeing all the champions in highly competitive action and potentially becoming easier targets in the near future. COACH Like Cuban Wall, who's still not moved up there on the stage. COLE And Landon and Alfdogg, with their eyes locked on Tha Puerto Rican as he rolls back inside. As the World Champ brings himself back into the ring, he's met by Faqu getting groggily back to his feet. PRL quickly targets him and hits a running dropkick, sending Faqu falling back through the ropes and out to the floor with a thud! Tha Puerto Rican then turns and stalks James Blonde. But from behind, Sandman9000 suddenly appears and spins PRL around, boot to the gut and hooking the arms for the ARCHANGEL'S WIN... NO! PRL twists out and pulls Sandman forward, into the LATIN SLAM!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COLE PR connects! Here's the cover! PRL reaches back and hooks the far leg... 1... 2... BLONDE BREAKS IT UP! The Trendsetter kicks away at PRL on his way back up, then drives the point of his elbow into the back of the head. Once PRL fights to his feet, Blonde sends him into a corner with an irish whip. Following in he connects with a clothesline, hooking up the head and bringing Tha Puerto Rican out looking for the follow-up bulldog... but PRL throws Blonde off in mid-air! Blonde lands hard on his tailbone and slowly gets back up nursing it, as PRL backs up against the turnbuckles again. The World Champion then comes charging... *SMACK!* "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...BUT GETS INTERCEPTED WITH A YAKUZA KICK FROM SANDMAN9000!!!! COACH There's the knockout! COLE What a kick by Sandman, that's surely got to do it! Much to Sandman's surprise though, it's James Blonde who capitalises with the cover before he can do anything... 1... 2... NO!! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" As Blonde curses the two count, Sandman is more worried about the stolen pinfall attempt and asks Blonde what the hell's going on. The arguement can't come to anything too heated though, as Colombian Heat slides in and clatters their heads together! COLE DOUBLE NOGGIN KNOCKER~! Heat grabs a hold of Sandman by the hair and dumps him up and over the top rope. Turning around, the US Champ then catches Blonde with a right hand. Heat quickly hits another punch! And another! Heat then does the DANCE~!, before completing the Shake, Rattle and Roll! Down goes The Trendsetter, as Heat bounces off the ropes and does the SHIMMY~!, before hitting the Shaky Leg Kneedrop! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Oh yeah, Colombian Heat is firing up!! Blonde rolls from the ring as Heat looks out to the crowd and does a SHIMMY~! dance. As he turns around though, his shimmying is brought to an abrupt halt, as he's laid out with the BLACK LARIAT!!! COLE Nathaniel Black from out of nowhere with the Discus Lariat! COACH That oughta pour some cold water on the Heat. Cover by Black... 1... 2... NO! Black stomps back to his feet and pulls Heat up. Attempting a scoop slam, he loses Heat in mid-air and Heat is able to float out the back. Landing safely on his feet, the US Champion grabs a hold of Black looking to deliver the Bong Hit... but Black escapes with the right arm and pins it into a hammerlock, manoeuvering his way out to the front and kicking out the legs to drive Heat down with a Hammerlock DDT! COACH And that's a good way to seperate a shoulder. As Black gets back to his feet though, he doesn't see Quentin Benjamin springboarding into view and soaring into the ring to hit a Top Rope Bulldog!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE OH MY what a move! Benjamin turns his attentions to Faqu with a baseball slide to keep him out of the way, before motioning Black back to his feet. As the Englishman gets back up, Quentin goes to the gut with a boot and sets up a suplex, picking Black up for the ORANGE CRUS... NO! Black drives his knee down once he's turned upside down, connecting with the top of Benjamin's cranium! Once he hits the mat again, Black then hooks Benjamin's arms up underneath his chest and elevates him with the BRITTANIA BOM... NO! Benjamin counters with a Hurricanrana, arms still crossed!! 1... 2... NO!! ONLY TWO! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE I have no idea how Benjamin pulled that out... I've no idea WHAT he actually pulled out, but it so nearly won it for his team! Up to his feet, Black goes for a clothesline but finds himself backdropped up and over the top. Benjamin gets the crowd behind him before hitting the ropes. Black finds himself right by James Blonde, both providing a perfect landing pad for the SOMERSAULT PLANCHA FROM BENJAMIN!!! COACH Look ma, no hands! COLE Did Quentin Benjamin take flight or what?! The Trenton crowd give it up for that, before turning their attentions back to the ring. Sandman9000 has rolled back in and watches Colombian Heat getting to his feet. The US Champ holds his arm as he walks away from the ropes, directly into a boot. Sandman quickly hooks up the arms and delivers the ARCHANGEL'S WINGS~!!1~1!~!1!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Archangel's Wings, Heat got planted! Sandman makes the cover... 1... 2... PRL WITH THE SAVE!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Sandman gets back up into a slugfest with Tha Puerto Rican. Right hands from PR, forearms from 9000, back and forth they go. Meanwhile, into the ring slides Faqu. The Samoan Wrecking Ball lies in wait, as Sandman finally gets the better of the exchange and lands a headbutt, sending PRL reeling backwards. Seeing his chance, Faqu pounds his chest and charges... ...but so does Sandman... ...and PRL ducks, causing a collision between the partners! COACH Oh no, that ain't good. COLE We could have a major falling out on our hands! Bouncing off the mat, Sandman gets back up to be confronted by an angry Samoan reminstrating with him. Not one to back down, The Heartland Champion gets right back in Faqu's face before brushing him aside... just as Quentin Benjamin comes soaring back into the action with a Top Rope Clothesline!! Down goes Sandman, he and Benjamin taking their fight to the floor while PRL punches away at Faqu. Irish whip by PRL is reversed though, into a BIG Samoan Drop from the Samoan, driving the air out of PR and out of the New Jersey crowd! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH YES! That's it, he's got him! Cover him Faqu, you've got the World Champion beat! COLE What an upset this would be! Faqu does crawl over to PRL and turns him over, covering him... 1... 2... SHOULDER UP!!! COACH DAMNIT! Sliding back in, James Blonde directs traffic for his unorthodox partner, telling him to "finish him off". "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" COACH Yeah? We might be about to see the squashing of PRL any second! Faqu brings Tha Puerto Rican back up, but Blonde suddenly has a change of mind and gives Faqu some new instructions. Earnestly listening, the Samoan slams PRL in the centre of the ring and steps aside, as JB sends a shout-out to "LA CUCARACHA", before he springs to the middle rope with his LIONSAULT... ...AND LANDS ON THE KNEES OF PRL!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE I doubt Landon appreciated that somehow. Shocked for a second, Faqu snaps to life and runs at PRL... KICK! *WHAM!* CAPPA KILLA!! COLE Stunner! COACH But Faqu is still up! Bolting into the picture, Colombian Heat soon puts pay to that as he lunges at Faqu, delivering a clothesline that sends both himself and The Samoan Wrecking Ball up and over the top rope to the floor! Back in the ring meanwhile, Blonde staggers around holding his stomach. PRL is back up and waits on him, with a boot, before hooking up the head... *WHAM!* ...AND DELIVERING THE PR NIGHTMARE!!!! COLE HE HITS IT! Hook of the leg by PR... 1... 2... Black slides in... 3!!!!! ...BUT TOO LATE!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *DINGDINGDING!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the match... the team of QUENTIN BENJAMIN and CHARLIE MOSS, TEAM HEYROSS... COLOMBIAN HEAT... and, THA PUERTO RRRRRIIIIIIICCAAAAAAAAANN!!! PRL has little time to celebrate though, as Nathaniel Black jumps him regardless of not being able to make a save! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Wait a minute, the match is over! COACH Yeah, but the fight may just be beginning! *THUD!* Out on the floor, Quentin Benjamin is dumped into the steel steps by Sandman9000, while Black continues to put the boots to PRL. The Englishman reaches down and drags the World Champion to his feet, folding the arm and applying the CROSSFACE CHICKENWING! *DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!* Chaos continues to reign, as Sandman9000 suddenly emerges from underneath the ring with a SINGAPORE CANE!! COLE Oh no... The Match Of Champions has decended into The War Of The Champions! In the ring, PRL is still being stretched out, but luckily Colombian Heat is around to help out. He grabs a hold of Black, who in his surprise lets PRL go to turn around and attack, but ends up getting a helping of PIMP JUICE as Heat drives him face first into the canvas! Black is rolled from the ring to join the rest of Cucaracha Internacional, Heat checking on his tag partner's condition. It's at that point that CUBAN WALL starts to march to the ring. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" *DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* The bell sounds in vain again, as Sandman9000 starts to trash away with the cane, right across the injured left knee of Charlie Moss!! The cane splinters after the second shot but Sandman keeps wailing away with it, unable to be stopped by referee Chioda. Moss's salvation only comes when Sandman finally tosses the cane aside and makes a move for Chioda. More referees pile out to keep Sandman from doing any more damage, although he's clearly done plenty already by the looks of Charlie Moss. COLE Damnit, Sandman doing more of The Deadly Alliance's dirty work! And I'm sure Reject and Thunderkid are smiling from ear to ear watching this! COACH In other words, you're saying this was a set-up? COLE You're damn right it was! Sandman I'm sure had orders to soften Moss up some more and he's certainly done that... and now, CUBAN WALL in the ring, what in the hell is going on!? As Sandman is escorted to the back, there's no help in the ring to warn Colombian Heat. As he continues to tend to PRL he's grabbed around the shoulder by Wall, spun around and dropped with a right hand! Wall then nonchalantly steps over Heat's body to get to Tha Puerto Rican. Picking his former leader up, Wall goozles the helpless World Champion around the throat, looking his dead in the eyes before taking him up... and DOWN with a CHOKESLAM!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Damnit! Cuban Wall is picking the bones on the World Champion! Colombian Heat quickly jumps Wall from behind with forearms, but unlike Heat, Wall is completely fresh and just swats them away. Heat keeps on coming, but gets goozled... and CHOKESLAMMED as well!! COLE Colombian Heat trying to come to the rescue of his friend and he pays the price for it too! "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" "P - R - L!" The New Jersey crowd chant away but there's little responce from PRL who is barely able to muster the strength to get to his feet. Cuban Wall apparantly isn't done with him yet though, so gives him an assist. Not a helpful one however, as he pulls Tha Puerto Rican up only to send him right back down, courtesy of THE WALLBREAKER!! PRL lays in a heap on the canvas, as Wall then backs off the ropes with a LIGHTNING CREW SPLASH sized exclamation point!! COLE Come on, enough already! COACH Enough!? After what PRL has done to this man, this is just the beginning! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The P - R - L chants are silenced now, as the World Champion lays motionless in the ring and powerless to respond. Stepping over his former Lightning Crew mentor, Cuban Wall climbs out of the ring and over to the timekeeper's table, routing through the mound of eight championship belts to find the one he wants. The World Heavyweight Title, which he snatches and climbs back into the ring with. Wall walks over to where PRL lies and places one foot on his chest, before raising the title belt high over his head "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE The Cuban Wall has sent a message, a physical message, to the World Heavyweight Champion! The Match Of Champions may have marked the end of more than one title reign... have marked men been created on this night? From The Coach and Michael Cole, we will see you next week on OAOAST HeldDOWN~! Cuban Wall continues to stand tall with PRL's OAOAST Title in his hands and PRL himself motionless underneath his foot, as we... FADE OUT. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
