Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted June 20, 2008 THE FOLLOWING PROGRAM IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY PRESENTED IN HD Millions world wide settle into their favorite TV watching spot and bob their heads to triumphant anthem of Ultimate Victory (soon to change I promise you!) while the sleek and excellently produced introduction video dazzles them with breath taking stunts and cool closeups of their favorite stars. After the video finishes we see the logo, And into the arena we go, where Double C is stationed behind the plush confines of sofa central COLE Indiana is on fire for OAOAST HeldDOWN! Folks, welcome to this week's edition of the hottest program in sports entertainment. And let's kick things off right! Right meaning no craziness from you, Coach! COACH Yo word up the Coach was, is and always going to be a MOVEMENT other thongs, tongue ring rockin trannys like you so weak that they will hang with anybody - THE COACH only select WARRIORS that spews ETHER. You gots to earn yo rep to be next to COACH, and all you earned was getting ya teeth slapped out! The Wall by Kansas hits, and the crowd in Indianapolis roars upon hearing the music. COLE The Deadly Alliance music plays here at Conseco Fieldhouse, and listen to the crowd! Alfdogg leads his stable through the curtains, as the cheers intensify. COACH Big following for the Deadly Alliance in Alf's home state! The DA walks slowly down the aisle, and Alf stops at the end of the aisleway to soak in the cheers for a few seconds, as TK and Reject pose on the buckles with their newly-won tag team titles. Sandman stands in mid-ring, looking menacing. Alf climbs into the ring, and grabs a mic from the timekeeper. He raises it to speak, then brings it back down to soak in some more cheers. COACH Listen to this place, Cole! After a few moments of cheering, the crowd breaks into a chant. "LET'S GET DEAD-LY!" *clap-clap clap-clap-clap* "LET'S GET DEAD-LY!" *clap-clap clap-clap-clap* Alf lets the chant die down, then brings the mic back up. ALF Just as I thought...Indianapolis is DEFINITELY a Deadly Alliance town! *crowd cheers* ALF And the OAOAST better get used to it, because the Deadly Alliance is once again the hottest act in wrestling! *crowd cheers* ALF Sandman9000, the Heartland champion for nine months and counting! Thunderkid and Reject, the NEW World tag team champions! And it's just a matter of time, PRL, before I get you in this ring, and sit on top of the OAOAST world once again! You can't duck me forever! *mixed reaction from the crowd* ALF But speaking of the new World tag team champions...that's one of the reasons I'm out here tonight. The Deadly Alliance is issuing an open challenge, to any team who wants a crack at the tag team champions, at the Great Angle Bash! *crowd cheers* ALF It's just ten days away, boys, so we hope to hear from you soon! But tonight, we've got the party room ready in the back, the champagne, the party favors...and we're gonna celebrate Thunderkid and Reject's triumph, right here in Indianapolis! The Wall hits, as the crowd cheers. COACH (yelling towards the ring) HEY, SAVE ME SOME BUBBLY! Alf sees Coach as he exits the ring and points at him, acknowledging his request. COACH Yeeeeeeeah boy, I'm gettin' drunk tonight! COLE Well, Alf has laid out an open challenge for the Great Angle Bash on behalf of the tag team champions, and has once again sent notice to Tha Puerto Rican! COACH It's gotta happen eventually, Cole, Alf leading the Deadly Alliance from atop the OAOAST throne as it's champion! COLE Only time will tell! Right now, let's go to commercial! We have more exciting action coming up! LATER TONIGHT ZACK MALIBU Vs FAQU TONIGHT! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted June 20, 2008 We return with Lloyd's Girls around the world serenading the viewers as the camera pans around the arena to focus on the better looking female in attendance. I will leave it to alf to vouch for the attractiveness of the women in Indy! But, yo, Lloyd's got mad swagga, I fucks with him no homo. COLE Coming up next, tag team action, as D*LUX take on Vinny Valentine and Biff Atlas... and, speaking of which, we've got something going on backstage. Apparantly we're having trouble getting a hold of Biff! Cut to backstage, where the frustrated figure of Vinny Valentine stands trying to get Biff out of his locker room. *KNOCKKNOCK* VINNY Yo, Biff, pull the lead out baby! *KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK* Eventually, the door opens and the disheveled figure of Biff Atlas pokes his head out of the door. Hilarity ensues when we realise this isn't his locker room, but infact a storage closet he's hidden inside. BIFF Sorry, I just don't think I'm ready for this yet. Not after last week. VINNY So what, you're gonna sit in there all day, surrounded by bottles of bleach and paint remover? Realising the mortal danger awaiting inside, should one of the bottles be nudged with enough force to knock it off the shelf and land on the floor with enough force to dislodge the well-tightened cap, Biff zips out of the room and slams the door quickly behind him. BIFF Okay, but no music. VINNY *stammers* Don't be using those words together around me man. That ain't what's happenin'! BIFF But scientific research has shown that listening to loud music can lead to premature deafness. I used to listen to my iPod on my morning jog all the time before I realised what a health hazard it was. I'm already at high risk! VINNY Biff you crazy cat you. You can't's fear the music, you gotta embrace the music daddy-o! Listen man, don't sweat it, the only thing you're in danger of with Vinny V in control of the ol' jukebox is getting down with your bad self! Ain't no harm gonna come your way tonight. Trust me. Still not looking sure, Biff eventually gives in and follows after Vinny as he struts off towards the arena. COLE ...Biff and Vinny, as ready as they'll ever be! And they're up, next! COMMERCIAL OAOAST SYNDICATED Pre-empted last week, but back this week! Enhancement rejoice! From the company that brought you JINGUS and The Sadist, two gay Mexican luchadors and an eskimo and a fish, it's quite possibly the most bizarre mismatched tag team in OAOAST history! To the sounds of "Safety Dance" by Men Without Hats, the disco-loving Vinny Valentine and the life-fearing Biff Atlas make their way through the entrance doors. Vinny breaks into some Night Fever-inspired dancing with Biff stood behind him eyeing the firework ports to his left nervously and wishing Vinny would hurry up and move so he can get to safety. BUFFER The following tag team contest is set for one fall! Introducing team number one. First, from Venice Beach, California... weighing two hundred, twenty pounds... BBIIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFF AAAAAATTLLLLLLLAAAAAASSSSS!! And his tag team partner hails from Brooklyn, New York. Weighing two hundred, twenty eight pounds he is "THE DISCO DUCK"... VVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNYYYYYYYYYY VVVVAAAAAAALLLLLEEEEENNTTIIIIIIINNEEEEEEE!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Biff very carefully follows the jiving Vinny down the aisle, as we backtrack to last week... OAOAST BACKTRACKER Stunned that he was actually able to utilize an offensive attack, never mind such a deadly one, Biff has to pause for the moment and soak in his achievement. Soon enough, wrestler's instinct settles in, and he drops down onto Nino for a pinfall! As Silverman counts, Biff smiles as though he just won a house on the moon. ONE! TWO! THREE!! Biff immediately dismounts Blue Nino, and throws his hands into the air in enormous jubilation. Joyful tears pour flow across his trembling face, making him an easy target of boos from a crowd that already can't stomach the mere sight of him. BUFFER Your winner....BIFF ATLAS! COLE Wow! Biff Atlas, beating what we can only presume is one of D*LUX. That makes two wins over the three time HI-YAH tag team champions. And that is shocking to say the least. COACH Ain't nothing shocking about it, b. Yo, take a look the security guards are helping Biffy celebrate the good times! Indeed theyare, raising Biff's arms into the air, and wildly shaking them to further heighten his feelings of glee. He continues to smile and chuckle in the face of a groaning audience. What should he care how the fans feel? He has his victory, avoided D*LUX's wrath, and friends to celebrate with even if they're being paid to celebrate with him. DOUBLE SUPERKICK FROM THE SECURITY GUARDS COACH Damn! What the hell? Just the image of Biff lying motionless on the canvas is enough to pop the sold out arena. The cheers when the guards slowly begin removing their helmets is even louder and more overjoyed. COLE What is this? "YEAAAAAA!" Gone is the bulky heagear, and in its places are the smirking faces of the teen screams Tyler Bryant and Shayne Brave! "D*LUX! D*LUX! D*LUX!" chant the fans who are every bit as shocked as the semi-conscious Biff. COLE D*LUX got Biff after all! Hit me baby one more time! Way to go, boys! COACH That ain't hood! That ain't hood! On second thought getting beat down by the cops is hood. The beloved duo trades high fives above Biff's fallen corpse, as the crowd continues to sing their name. They then scale the turnbuckles, pumping their fists, beating their chests, and bringing the fans to even higher levels of excited happiness. Watching this on the AngleTron is enough to bring poor Biff out in hives and he decides to bail out while the going is good. Vinny pulls him back though and attempts to calm his hypochondriac partner down. COLE Biff as usual a little nervous about... well, his continued existance on this planet. But he's actually on the winning streak of his life. COACH Ever since he started being more cautious, yeah. Just goes to show, slowly slowly catchy monkey. COLE Biff has calmed down now and gets himself ready, pulling on athletic headgear and a gumshield while "Makes Me Wonder" begins to play. Out from the back bound the boyband boys to a roaring shriek from the crowd. Shayne and Tyler get the crowd on their feet before tagging away at hands on their way down to the ring, still sans manager Jade Rodez who gets a 'shout-out' from Shayne. After he's shouted out to Krista and remembered Jade would be watching the same TV, of course. BUFFER And their opponents! At a total combined weight of three hundred and seventy nine pounds... from the great state of Michigan... here are, "TREMENDOUS" TYLER, "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE... D*LLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Shayne slides into the ring sending Biff to the apron, not to the floor itself as he doesn't fancy the 3 foot drop. Up on the turnbuckles, Tyler shows his appreciation to the legions of D*LUX fans before leaping in to join his partner. COLE One of the most popular tag-teams in OAOAST history, D*LUX! With double high-fives, Shayne and Tyler are ready to go and it'll be Tyler to start. The pro-Tyler girls let out a roar, before a puppy-dog look from Shayne gets a cheer from his admirers. Hearing this, Vinny goes over to the far side of the crowd and strikes a pose, to zero cheers what-so-ever. COLE This a rematch from two weeks ago on Syndicated, which Biff and Vinny actually won thanks to Vinny's use of his disco ball. Although thankfully, it doesn't look like he's been allowed to bring that tonight. COACH Vinny's always carrying two huge disco balls! That makes him more of a man than these ballad-writing saps! *DINGDINGDING!* The bell sounds and Vinny strolls back over to his corner, then leaves the ring much to Biff's confusion. Vinny relaxes in the corner before realising Biff wasn't expected to have to start the match and being forced to send his partner in. Smiling, Tyler waves Biff on. The ever-nervous Biff slowly gets into the ring and Tyler starts to circle, which sends Biff very carefully to the outside to pysch himself up. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE So. Biff Atlas. What happened to all the global warming stuff? The environmental activism? COACH Oh please, that was so 2007. COLE I'm sorry? Did I blink and miss the solving of one of Earth's greatest potential threats? COACH You've got to move with the times Michael. Global warming ain't the hot button it used to be. It ain't what's hip. Besides, they had that big concert around the world and all the rockstars and overrated stand-up comedians saved the world. Just like Live Aid cured the poverty in Africa all those years ago. COLE I'm pretty sure they didn't cur... COACH They sung some songs, problem solved. Right? After summoning up all his courage, Biff re-enters the ring. Tyler moves his way and Biff stays near the ropes, baiting him into a boot to the gut... CAUGHT! Panic stricken, even more-so, Biff thinks of all the possible knee injuries that could come from hopping on one leg while he's dragged away from the ropes and into a succession of right hands! On the fourth, Tyler turns and hits the ropes. Biff drops down, forcing Tyler up over the top. Rebounding again, Tyler goes up and over again. And off the far ropes, the same result. Pulling up, Tyler puts his hands on his hips as it becomes clear Biff isn't trying to trip him up but has just curled into a foetal position hoping not to get hit. COLE Biff going to his happy place. As Tyler wonders what the heck is going on, Vinny Valentine capitalises, sneaking into the ring and pulling him down with a Neckbreaker! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Waking Biff up from his cowardly position, Vinny leaves and Biff scrambles over with a cover... 1... 2... No! Biff applies a nice, safe rear chinlock. COLE You know, this super-caution of Biff may not be such a bad thing, in small doses. And with someone who doesn't fear life itself to do most of the work. Egged on by the support of the crowd being cheerled by Shayne, Tyler starts to fight back up. From one knee he delivers an elbow to the gut. Tyler then drives in with some right hands. Three breaks the hold, allowing Tyler to send Biff off the ropes and fell him with a back elbow. And a clothesline. Then a dropkick for Vinny as he starts to enter the ring! COLE There goes that someone though. Tyler wrings the arm on Biff as he gets back up, making the tag to Shayne. Together D*LUX take an arm each, wringing forward and back before taking Biff over with a double armdrag. Showtime hangs on with an armbar, referee Charles Robinson asking Biff if he wants to give up, to which he replies with a resounding "UM... MAYBE!" COLE Submission applied which is surely Biff's achilles heel. Most nights Biff looks ready to submit to the opening bell. COACH Nah, you're all wrong. It's not that Biff's got a low pain threshhold, it's that he's scared of pain before it even gets near his threshhold. With Biff fearing ripped tendons from the 185 pounder's armbar he climbs back to his feet and muscles towards his corner. He pins Shayne against the buckles, allowing Vinny to tag himself in. Vinny picks his spot with a shot to the gut, then stomps a mudhole in Shayne's chest and boogies it dry once Biff is out of the way. Referee Robinson pulls Vinny off when his feet don't stop-a'tappin' and Biff proves he may be a coward but he's not afraid to get in a cheapshot, as he scrapes his loafer across the face of Shayne from the apron. COACH Ooh. Nasty, those things have got good grip on the bottom. Shayne rolls away from the corner holding his face and is pulled up by Valentine. Irish whip leads to a back elbow knockdown and a cover... 1... 2... No. COLE Biff and Vinny aren't fairing too badly thus far. I must say, I'm a little surprised. Vinny send Shayne into the ropes again and ducks his head for a backdrop. But Shayne leapfrogs him and Tyler gets the blind tag! Persistant, Vinny ducks down for another backdrop but Shayne puts on the brakes and hits an inverted atomic drop. And with Vinny held in place, in rushes Tyler with a Yakuza Kick to the face! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" COLE Opposites Attract! And like the song says, I guess with Vinny and Biff, it's a case of two steps forward and two steps back! COACH The fact you know the words to that song is sad and not at all surprising. Cover from Tyler... 1... 2... No! Pulling Vinny up in a front facelock, Tyler executes a textbook vertical suplex. Tyler rolls through into a lateral press, but rolls straight out of it to get the quick tag. Straight up top, Shayne follows up on the suplex with a Picture Perfect Elbowdrop to the prone Vinny V and pumps his fist in excitement before covering... 1... 2... Biff carefully breaks the count! COLE Seamless teamwork from D*LUX right there. COACH Whaddya know, maybe they have got a brain of their own. Of course, it's a brain between them, but still it goes to show just how overall useless Jade Rodez must be since they obviously don't need her that bad. Watching Biff leave the ring Shayne takes his eye off the ball and it allows Vinny to surprise him with a knee to the breadbasket. The Disco Duck then starts to juke and jive before taking Shayne up for a back suplex. Floating over the top, Shayne lands on his feet and then evades a wild grab from Vinny, knocking him down with a crossbody block... 1... 2... No! Vinny swings and misses with a clothesline, Shayne springing up onto his thighs with an attempted monkey flip. No go though, Vinny shifting the moment and placing Showtime up on the top turnbuckle. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" An open handed chop takes the air from Shayne's lungs. COLE Vinny going to follow Shayne up, I don't think Biff views this as such a good idea. Despite his partner's warnings of the dangers of climbing the already occupied ropes, Vinny scales to the second rope and strikes a John Travolta-esque pose. Shayne takes advantage of the complete waste of time (seriously, like anyone in the crowd's old enough to remember Night Fever!) with a forearm to the gut. A second. And a third, before pushing Vinny in the chest to send him plummeting back to the canvas! Poor Biff hangs his head sadly with an "I told you so" look on his face. COLE Looks like Biff was right. COACH You know, you don't hear that often. Apparantly Shayne hasn't listened to his safety advice either though as he pulls his feet back onto the top rope. Biff can't bear to watch any longer and walks down the apron to try and convince Shayne to think about his well-being, advice which Shayne doesn't want to hear. He waves at Biff to buzz off and referee Robinson agrees, sending Biff back to his corner. The distraction proves enough though, as Shayne soars off the top with a body splash and finds no water in the pool, as Valentine rolls out of harm's way!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE And Biff held Shayne's attention for just long enough to allow Vinny to recover. Vinny rolls over and gets the tag off to Biff. Upset that no-one seems willing to heed his advice, Biff comes in with a little less fear and a little more intent. Picking Shayne up off the mat, Biff scoops and slams Shayne then backs into the corner. COACH Looks like Biff's not gonna lead by example. With all the grace of a newly-born giraffe on the edge of a cliff, Biff eases himself up first onto the bottom rope, then onto the middle. Infact, he only gets one foot on the middle rope. He then takes a look down and sees his life flash before his eyes. Just as carefully, he replaces the foot back on the bottom rope and comes from the LOW-RISK district with a BOTTOM ROPE SPLASH!! COACH Or maybe he is! COLE Cover. 1... 2... Kickout. COLE I think Biff was so relieved to still be in one-piece, he didn't realise he was even making a pin there! After lecturing Shayne on how much safer his way was (and let's face it, he's got a point since his splash actually worked), Biff clubs him in the back with a forearm. And again. Adjusting his amateur headgear, Biff then JOGS the ropes. In no rush, he comes back with a clothesline. By which time, Shayne has recovered and ducks the line, leaping onto Biff's back looking for a Crucifix... and getting it... 1... 2... Biff kicks out and shows a little more haste in getting to his feet, delivering a boot. COLE Somehow I don't think the slow-motion clothesline is going to catch on. Grabbing Shayne by the head, Biff throws him face-first into the top turnbuckle making good and sure to get his hand safely out of the way of the boybander's rebounding head. He then tags Vinny back in. Stepping in, Vinny delivers a kick to the midsection then applies a front facelock. Holding Shayne in place, Vinny then starts delivering some Night Fever inspired forearms to the back, striking the pose in between each shot. And like I already explained, it's a lost reference to most people. After five forearms, Vinny shoves Shayne down and starts to dance. Which is pretty stupid and allows Shayne to get back to his feet, to deliver a Leg Lariat as Vinny eventually charges at him! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" COLE There's a time and a place for disco dancing and... well, actually, no, no there isn't. Shayne pulls off a Ricky Morton roll to the corner and brings in Tyler! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" COLE Here comes The Tremendous One! Leaping in, Tyler runs through Vinny with a quick clothesline. Another clothesline knocks him down. And so does a third. Biff sees his partner in mortal danger and climbs into the ring, not to help but to get the referee to do something. However a dropkick sends Biff staggers backwards and he soon finds himself trapped in by "Tremendous" Tyler, raising a fist to the Indianapolis crowd... "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" "TEN!" COLE A surefire Top Ten Hit! Tyler jumps down and whips Atlas towards the turnbuckles. Sticking his hands out in front of him, Biff prepares to go up and over out of the corner, only to bottle it at the last second! Instead he just stands with his hands gripped on the top rope until the inevitable collision as Tyler plows into him from behind! Tyler then sidesteps, causing Vinny to run Biff into the turnbuckles for a second time! COLE Oh! A collision of heads in the corner! Out stagger both men. Biff simply falls and rolls to the floor. Vinny meanwhile backs right into the arms of Tyler, The Disco Duck taken up into a fireman's carry. In comes Shayne to hit the neckbreaker off the shoulders right in the centre of the ring! COLE D*LUX wanna Rock Your Body! COACH And you thought disco was a dated reference. Leg hook by Tyler... 1... 2... NO! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" COLE Kickout by Vinny Valentine! The Syndication Superstar hanging in on the big show. Leaving the action in the ring behind, Shayne Brave grabs hold of the top ring rope and launches himself up and out onto Biff with a PESCADO! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Meanwhile, back in the ring Tyler has the making of a Recordbreaker going. He's unable to hook both arms though and Vinny sneaks out, shoving Tyler in the back to force him into the ropes. Tyler comes back with a Yakuza Kick, ducked by Vinny who hits the ropes himself... and runs right back into a Samoan Drop! COLE Great counter by Tyler and... what the heck is this now!? COACH Looks like some long overdue protection. All eyes turn to the two RIOT GUARDS who have suddenly appeared at ringside and make their way over to Biff Atlas. Shayne is just pulling himself up and gets into it with one of the guards, which draws referee Charles Robinson outside to restore order. In the ring, Tyler has Vinny measured, catching him on one knee in the back of the head with the Shining Enziguri! Tyler then makes the cover... ...but there's no referee! COLE Tyler's got this one won, but we've got a commotion on the floor... Tyler looks up and realises the referee is out of position, slapping the mat in frustration and climbing back to his feet. But suddenly, in from the blindside slides the other riot guard! Tyler seems him too late to avoid a NIGHTSTICK TO THE RIBS!! Tossing aside the club, the riot guard then pulls Tyler in and lifts him over his shoulder. Up into a crucifix goes The Tremendous One... and DOWN he's driven, right on the back of his head with a Crucifix Powerbomb!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE What in the hell was that!? COACH Payback. Sweet, sweet payback. COLE You've got to be kidding me! The other riot guard bails out and referee Robinson's eye is caught by him, then directed towards the ring where Vinny Valentine has dragged his sorry self over the top of Tyler in a cover... COLE Oh no, not like this! 1... 2... 3!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COLE Agh! COACH Vinny wins! Biff wins! Miracles do happen! "Safety Dance strikes up again as the riot guards leap into action to drag both Vinny and Biff to safety from Shayne Brave. "Showtime" slides in and marches around the ring demanding to know what happened as the riot guards drag Biff and Vinny off. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the match... the team of VINNY VALENTINE and BIFF AAATTLLLLAAAASSSS!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Shayne checks on Tyler, while in the aisleway Vinny manages to find consciousness enough to bust out a little victory dance. He's soon joined by the riot guards, pulling off their helmets to reveal the thick hairy visages of LUCIUS SOUL and RICO DE JANEIRO, THE MARDI GRAS HOMEWRECKING CREW!! Rico laughs and strokes away at his moustache, while Lucius fixes up his fro in fear of helmet hair. COLE I don't believe this. COACH I know, how the hell did Lucius get that helmet up over his 'fro? Much props my brother! COLE Call me hypocritical after what happened last week, but what a rotten set-up this was. Rico and Lucius under those riot guard uniforms we saw D*LUX in last week, Rico came in with the nightstick and gave Tyler the Moustache Ride... I guess that's what Vinny meant earlier when he said 'trust me' earlier. COACH Brilliant! These guys ain't gonna take the humiliation laying down looking up at the lights no more. Krista, I hope you're watching because your daughter's boys just got exampled for ya! As the victorious foursome celebrate the rarity of a plan actually coming together and working for them, Tyler sits himself up and D*LUX look up scornfully at them from the ring. COMMERCIAL LATER TONIGHT CHRISTIAN WRIGHT VS PRL TONIGHT COMING UP NEXT TWIN TERRORS AN INTERVIEW WITH MARV AND MEL NEXT Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted June 20, 2008 (edited) Partly cloudy, partly clothed...an event full of spills and thrills that’ll leave you in chills! OAOAST BACKTRACKER HeldDOWN~! Two Week Ago Pumping his fists wildly MARV goes BONKERS on Logan. Staggered by a series of blows Logan is easily whipped into the ropes and flipped onto his back. REVERSE DIVING HEADBUTT finds its mark and the cover is made. ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! MARV rams Logan into the buckle and hammers away from the second rope. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... Hearing footsteps MARV surprises Synth with a MOONSAULT and goes to town on him! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Suddenly CPA appears on the scene, TOSSING LOGAN OVER THE TOP ROPE AND THRUSTING HIS BOOT INTO THE FACE OF MARV! * DINGDINGDING * COLE No, not again! MEL attacks from the air, but he’s swatted away like a fly, then planted in the center of the ring courtesy of the HR BLOCKBUSTER (DOMINATOR)! Having traded in his tights for a suit and microphone long ago, standing atop the interview stage is OAOAST Original Tony Brannigan. BRANNIGAN Though currently not scheduled to compete on the card, my guests this week have issued a formal challenge to any combination of the Enterprise to meet them Sunday night, June 29 at the seventh annual Great Angle Bash. I’m speaking of MARV and MEL, the CHRIST AIR EXPRESS! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Rise Against hits and the most radical tag team in the land, identical twin sensations MARV and MEL burst on the scene along with BARON WINDELS. COLE The Lone Star Gunslinger himself is here! COACH Isn’t convenient Baron only appears when Mr. Dick isn’t around, Cole? The man knows he can’t handle The Dick so he lurks in the shadows until the coast is clear. BRANNIGAN What an unexpected surprise this is. Baron Windels, what brings you here this evening? BARON A plane and then a rental car. In all seriousness though, people who’ve called the OAOAST Hot Newzline in recent weeks know I’ve been training with my good friends the Christ Air Express in preparation for my return to the ring Sunday night, June 29 at the Great Angle Bash against my former tag partner and one-time close friend “Mr. Dick” Jock Mulligan. But Tony, you know better than anyone there’s no substitute for the real thing. All the sparring sessions in the world can’t prepare you for the situations you’ll face once you step inside that squared circle. Right now I’m a bit rusty. That’ll happen when you’ve been sidelined for months. Hell, a lot of folks thought I wouldn’t even make it back…but time heals all facial lacerations and bruised pride. Going into my fight with Jock -- and it will be a fight -- I know I need to be in the best shape possible. On the surface I look to be in the best shape in my life, but there’s a difference being in shape and in game shape. So right here live next week I’ve been granted a tune-up match. "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BRANNIGAN COLE Hey, all right! Baron Windels returns to action next week 3 days before the Great Angle Bash. COACH And Mr. Dick is yet again proven right. Didn’t he tell us Baron’s a mark for himself? I mean, this is supposed to be the Christ Air Express’ interview time and Baron Windels is hogging it all. BARON (nodding head in response to crowd’s excitement) I also want to say one more thing. We all saw the footage from a couple weeks ago when my friends MARV and MEL were attacked by the Certified Pubic Ass-kicker himself, CPA. I guess it’s part of the Enterprise’s hostile takeover attempt. Well I got news for you fellas, as long as Baron Windels is alive and kickin’ you’ll never succeed in your quest. And CPA, if you’re ever feeling trigger happy then gather some men together for a showdown at the OAOAST Corral with me and the Christ Air Express. MARV That’s right, daddy. Anytime, anywhere. Next week or at the Great Angle Bash. Two on two or three on three. It doesn’t matter to us. MEL and I just want some combination of the Enterprise in the ring with us. MEL In the ring or out in the streets. We’re so fired up about what happened to us we don’t care how it’s done so long as it’s done. Know what I mean? The music cues and Tony Brannigan wraps up the interview as the CAE and Baron acknowledge the sea of mass packed inside. BRANNIGAN I certainly do. Gentlemen, thank you very much. If this is any indication, fans, then it's going to be a scorching hot summer. Now more action, or maybe a commercial break. Only our great director knows and he isn’t telling. Let’s see what he has in store for us. i have a dog humping a boy in store 4 u COMING UP NEXT ZACK MALIBU VS FAQU NEXT Edited June 20, 2008 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted June 20, 2008 (edited) OAOAST HeldDOWN is brought to you by... THE GEEK SQUAD-You didn't want your computer to work anyway! As we come back from break we're shown a panormaic view of the Indy skyline, and I don't know what song is playing because those assholes at best buy did a number on my computer's sound card. The backstage locker is where we lay our scene, where Rico and Soul, minus their costumes, still trade high fives over their earlier bit of trickery. In the corner Biff huddles with a cross pressed against his chest uttering hail marys. Adding to the joyful mood of the MGHWC, is Vinny Valentine who bursts into the room cradling four strawberry daiquiris. VINNY (handing drinks out) Get down with the get down! I'm fellin fresh, I'm fellin funky! BIFF Oh no! If you're feeling funky, go get my medicine bag! The combination to the lock is 62 54 12 90. I want you to get some Tums, which greatly alleviates stomach acid. And I don't advocate abusing drugs, but the red ones are heaven! The Wrecking Crew shoot Biff a confused and somewhat annoyed stare, which forces Vinny to redirect their attention back to him. VINNY Guys, guys, you were magic like a johnson! Bang, bam, boom, we're makin moves! Our afterparty is in the hottest club on the strip, Club Valentine, and D*LUX's after party is at the hospital. I love it! And I love you both. Puttin the beating on D*LUX gave Krista the skinny on the deal! We're looo-king gooood like Chico and The Man, and we ain't gonna be humiliated no more! That bunny is buggin out if she thinks she can keep on insulting us and puttin us down after what she just saw happen to her sappho-daddios! Yeah! RICO Hey, mang, you got not idea how much me and Soul are lovin this. Finally we got someone to take a stand against her. We been takin crap from Krista from day one. That don't work for Rico and that don't work for Soul. She got Rico up on the ring apron singing disco songs...not that disco ain't uh good music...she submitted my man with a haircut, she got people thinking he on crack, she destroyed his welfare check, he got kicked out his section 8 housing, is craziness, mang. Is craziness. And she do it to everybody round here, and they take it, but we won't. And if she think she can... VINNY Bummer for her, because we're gonna strike the killing blow at G-A-B! Biff pops up from his seat in dismay. BIFF What? WHAT? VINNY Yeah, all of us hip cats versus the mayors of squaresville D*LUX and that queen bitch Krista! Gimmie some skin, baby, cuz we gonna get funkadelic in two weeks time! Baby, this is it! This is the end of the jokes and insults, and start of us being DA MAN~! No comedy routine is gonna save her and square-lux from my boogie shoes! BIFF No! No! Terrible! Terrible! Terrible idea! Do you have any idea what you've done? Do you? God, do you? VINNY Mellow out, Biffy, what's wrong with you? This is grrrrreat like frosted flakes! BIFF Nothing is wrong with me! I'm perfectly sane! I'm the only sane one around! I'm trapped in a room with the clinically INSANE! That's what wrong! LUCIUS You god damn sewer jewer. You said you were down fo the cause! BIFF Well, that was before the cause put me within fifty feet of Krista! I don't even watch her fitness videos because I think she secretly sabotaged them so I'd rupture a tendon. LUCIUS It must be daytime in Poland, listen to this pale face fool with his whining and whatnot. You the mothafuckingest mothafucka I done ever met. Maaaaaan, you don't wanna get some get back from Krista? Don't you want yo pride? BIFF Yes, I want my pride. I also want to continue eating, sleeping, watching TV, breathing, things I may not be able to do if Krista is trying to kill me! LUCIUS I ain't trynna hear Count Crunkula's fabrications! I'ma boil that egg head of your's in chicken noodle soup, bogger bear bitch. BIFF Police! Police! VINNY Guys, guys, take a chill pill, and chillax! RICO See what she's doin, mang? VINNY She's got us hatin, when we're supposed to be participatin' in beatin her and suck-lux down. Biffy, baby, you're talkin to a smooth operator, I wouldn't have exercised the trademark Valentine stroke and got this match made if I hadn't been sure it would be out of sight. What's worse? Not dealin with Krista and still running across her every couple weeks and getting yer card pulled, or nippin her in the bud, and livin with a clear mind for the rest of your days? BIFF I don't believe I could nip her in the bud, because she's a lesbian and would not appreciate my advances. LUCIUS You crackerdly mothafucka! The other two can only sigh, and pray that they'll never have to actually tag Biff into the match at GAB. COLE Wow, Vinny Valentine pushing the limits of good luck with he, The Wrecking Crew and Biff Atlas to meet Krista and D*LUX at Great Angle Bash on June 29th only on Pay Per View! COMMERCIAL COLE Fans back on HeldDOWN~!, and coming up later tonight is a match that was SUPPOSED to take place last week, the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion Tha Puerto Rican vs. Christian Wright one-on-one, in our main event! COACH It was indeed supposed to happen last week, but a certain 6'7" 285 pound big man made sure that we didn't get to see it last week! COLE That's right fans. Shortly before the match was scheduled to start, the OAOAST cameras caught something going on backstage. We haven't been able to show you what happened until now. Let's take a look at what happened last week. The OAOAST HeldDOWN~! logo flashes across the screen. Cut to the backstage area with a caption reading "LAST WEEK" in big white blocky letters. The cameraman runs fast to catch CUBAN WALL beating THA PUERTO RICAN! COLE (VOICEOVER) As you can see, Cuban Wall attacked Tha Puerto Rican backstage prior to his match against Christian Wright! COACH (VOICEOVER) He attacked him 2 weeks ago after the Match Of Champions, and he did it again last week! COLE (V.O.) Indeed, Cuban Wall has been targeting Tha Puerto Rican exclusively over the past month or so! COACH (V.O.) Gee, I wonder why? COLE (V.O.) Yeah, I wonder that too, Coach. COACH (V.O.) No, I was being sarcastic. It's because...oh nevermind! You won't get it anyway! Cuban Wall pummels Tha Puerto Rican with right hands! Tha Puerto Rican is bleeding from the mouth! Wall sets PRL up against a wall (HA!), and then proceeds to nail PRL with soupbones all over his body! PRL screams out in pain! Wall finishes with a big right jab to Tha Puerto Rican's face knocking him down! The OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt lies next to P.R.L. COLE (V.O.) Cuban Wall just showed PRL no mercy last week! COACH (V.O.) I know! It was great! CUBAN WALL You wanna take my dreams away from me, huh? HUH!? Cuban Wall stomps on Tha Puerto Rican a few times! COLE (V.O.) PR bleeding from the mouth! He might have had internal bleeding! COACH (V.O.) Let's hope that he did! Wall chokes PRL with his right foot! CUBAN WALL Come on, Champ! GET UP! Cuban Wall picks the groggy Puerto Rican up. Wall clutches P.R. by his throat and points a menacing finger at him. Wall taunts PRL and then throws him into another wall! Wall then throws PRL into the wall that they were just at! PRL slumps down onto the floor, obviously knocked out! The crowd boos. COLE (V.O.) A beatdown of the highest order! COACH (V.O.) Yeah! Way to go, Wall! CUBAN WALL Consider this a warning! Cuban Wall SPITS on Tha Puerto Rican! He then laughs manically. Cuban Wall sneers at PRL. Cuban Wall turns around and walks away, leaving Tha Puerto Rican knocked out on the floor. The OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt lies next to Tha Puerto Rican. The crowd boos loudly. The camera does a close-up of Tha Puerto Rican knocked out, bleeding from his mouth, breathing hard. The OAOAST HeldDOWN~! logo flashes across the screen. Cut to Sofa Central and Double C. Jonathan "Da Coach" Coachman is laughing. COLE What's so funny? COACH That was great! I LOVED watching it! Cuban Wall just DEMOLISHED Tha Puerto Rican! He DEMOLISHED the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion! I mean, if that doesn't get Cuban Wall a World Title shot, then I don't know what will! COLE Who knows who will be Tha Puerto Rican's next challenger to the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship-- COACH Hopefully, Cuban Wall. COLE --but what we DO know is that Tha Puerto Rican WILL face Christian Wright tonight in a NON-TITLE contest in our main event of this week's HeldDOWN~! And who knows if Cuban Wall will make an appearance during THAT match? COACH Cross your fingers that he does, Mikey! COLE No. Commercials We return to HeldDOWN with the image appearing rather grainy and the audio sounding like its coming from behind a padded cell. COLE *wrsktisrrrkt-looking to-prsssktth-* *STATIC* (and no, not Scotty. As in, the feed went out!) COLE Are we good? Coach, can you hear me in the headset? COACH I can hear you right next to me, but yeah, we're good I think! COLE Sorry about the technical difficulties, fans, but they're a thing of the past and just in time. Zack Malibu has just entered the ring to battle the man he lost the HI-YAH Heavyweight Championship to two years ago on this very program. A man who once respected him, but has gone through a drastic change since last we saw him. The bell sounds, and like an attack dog set off his leash, Faqu springs into action, delivering a throat thrust that takes Malibu down in the first few seconds of the contest! Zack crawls on all fours, trying to catch his breath, but he's yanked up off the canvas and then tossed against the turnbuckles, where Faqu wraps his hands around Zack's throat, trying to choke him out! Malibu grabs the wrists of the savage Samoan and tries to pry his hands off his throat, but Faqu won't allow it, looking to stop any more precious oxygen from making its way into Zack's body! Finally, as the referee gets to the count of five, the choke is broken, leaving Malibu to try and suck in as much wind as possible before the assault continues. With Zack distracted, Faqu charges into the corner, but at the last second Malibu moves, and the big man collides with the turnbuckles! Immediately, Zack hops up on the second rope and starts hammering Faqu with punches, but punching a Samoan in the head goes as well as you'd think it would, and Malibu is shoved down to the canvas! Zack rolls to his feet and charges the corner again, but Faqu puts his foot up...and Zack catches it! After throwing the leg of the former HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion down to the mat, Zack unloads with a flurry of his trademark open hand strikes, wailing on Faqu before pulling him out of the corner and sending him across the ring...or at least that was the plan, until Faqu reverses! Zack is now headed for the corner, but springs up to the middle rope, then hops over the top and onto the apron, avoiding a charging Faqu who was right behind him! Faqu staggers out of the corner after the collision, and Zack takes him and drops his throat across the top rope, staggering him even more! Zack hops back up on the apron, and with Faqu's back to him, springboards off the top rope with a missle dropkick that sends the big man off-balance, stumbling through the middle ropes and out to the floor! COLE Fast and furious action to get the ball rolling in this one, folks! Seems like Faqu is ready to tear into Zack tonight, but the combination of speed and agility has sent the Samoan to the outside! Faqu slams his hands on the canvas, growling in anger, while Blonde comes over and tries to pacify his savage friend. Blonde cries foul to the referee, but the ref reminds him that there's nothing wrong with a dropkick, and that his ally had better get back in the ring. Faqu climbs back into the ring, staring menacingly at Zack, who simply smiles at his one time friend and waves him on. Faqu charges Zack, but Malibu rolls under the wild swing of the giant islander, popping up to his feet and delivering a hard open hand chop as Faqu turns around! Zack then rocks him with a European uppercut and takes him by the wrist, sending him into the ropes. Malibu tries a hiptoss, but Faqu stays grounded, and swings his arm around with a lariat, but Malibu ducks! Zack segues into a go behind and runs Faqu to the ropes, rolling backwards while again Faqu maintains a standing position. Befuddled, the Samoan turns around to see Zack smiling again, moving from side to side in a playful fashion in an effort to get into the Samoan's head. Faqu comes at him again and the two tie up, with Faqu snaring Zack in a headlock, but getting shoved into the ropes, only to rebound and plow Zack over with a shoulderblock! Zack starts to get up, but Faqu hits the ropes again, sending Zack back down to the canvas so that Faqu has to hop over him. As Faqu comes off the ropes again, Zack springs up and hits a dropkick, sending him into the ropes...but Faqu uses the momentum to bounce back and nail Zack with a hard clothesline just as he gets to his feet! COACH I swear Mikey Cole, Zack's head nearly went flying into the fifth row after that shot! Zack reels from the shot, but he's brought up and shoved into the corner by Faqu, who starts drilling Zack with repeated shoulderblocks to the ribs before sending him across the ring, crashing into the far corner! Zack staggers out of the corner, right into the hands of Faqu, who scoops Zack up and drops him with a bodyslam, then drops to one knee, pinning it between Zack's shoulderblades while cramming his fingers into his mouth, tearing at his skin and pulling his cheeks back! COLE He's trying to rip his face off! COACH Can you blame him? Look at him, and look at Zack. If I looked like that, I'd wanna look like Zack too! Zack moans in pain, while Faqu smiles, as does a pleased James Blonde at ringside. Faqu then yanks back on Zack's head, slamming it into the canvas, then gets up and quickly hits a splash, crushing the former World Champion under his large Samoan frame! ONE! T-NO! Faqu brings Zack up, looking to inflict more punishment now that Zack has decided not to accept defeat. He brings Zack up, but Malibu takes the opportunity to rattle him with a jawbreaker to change the tide! Faqu is shocked by the blow, and Zack opens fire with hard kicks to the left leg of Faqu, trying to take him off balance. Zack goes to deliver another kick, but Faqu catches it...only to have Zack leap up and crack him in the side of the head with an enzugiri! Dazed even further, Faqu hobbles as Zack runs the ropes and comes off with a spinning wheel kick that takes the Samoan Wrecking Ball to the canvas! COLE He brought him down! Zack hops onto the shoulders of Faqu and starts throwing elbows, cracking Faqu across either side of his head as he tries to deflect the assault! Zack follows up with a kneedrop, spiking the point into the temple of his opponent, and then brings him up and sends him into motion, bouncing off the ropes and right into a BIG back bodydrop that shakes the ring! Blonde is having conniptions on the floor as Malibu works on dismantling the rabid animal in the ring with him, rushing up behind him and trying for a German suplex, only to be snapmared to the canvas and drilled with a legdrop from a dazed and angered island beast! Faqu then brings Zack up and pulls him up onto his shoulders for a Samoan drop, but Zack manages to wriggle free and shove Faqu into the ropes, who again utilizes the momentum to drill his bare foot into Zack's pristine preppy face! COLE This is not the same man Zack has fought before, at least not a man with the same mindset. COACH I don't think he even HAS a mindset! Zack rolls over, covering his face and feeling for all of his teeth, while Faqu measures him up. Zack rises, and catches a kick to the ribs that he's unable to block, then gets stuffed into position for a powerbomb. Zack gets pulled into the air, but manages to slide out of the grasp of his opponent and try for an STO, but he gets an elbow to the side of his face for his troubles! Zack backs away, and Faqu tries a thrust kick, but Zack catches his foot and drives the point of his elbow into the Samoan's knee, hobbling him enough so that Zack can repay the favor by delivering an elbow strike of his own to the side of his head! Walking on a bad wheel, Faqu struggles to keep his balance as Zack bounds for the ropes, coming off with his trademark leaping lariat that takes the Samoan off his feet and has him looking up at the lights! Zack heads for the ropes again, but this time Blonde swipes his leg out from under him, causing Zack to faceplant himself into the canvas! COLE There it is...you just KNEW it was coming! The crowd boos loudly as Blonde just keeps pacing around ringside, acting incredulous to the accusations...but payback is a bitch, as Malibu launches himself out of the ring with a pescado that wipes him out! The fans roar as Zack gets up to his feet and jumps up on the apron and starts climbing the ropes...but Blonde is up and hops up on the apron after him, paying no attention to the Metrosexual Monster that has barged down the aisle and yanks him to the floor, triggering a brawl! COACH It's Bo, yo! Bohemoth, living up to his word, comes out and has Zack's back, taking Blonde and whipping him into the security barrier, then following up with a clothesline that dumps him in the first row! Meanwhile, Zack gets crotched on the top rope by Faqu, who shakes the ropes to send him off balance. The Samoan, limping slightly now, heads up top and snatches Zack, hitting a release belly to belly suplex off the ropes that sends Malibu into orbit before gravity brings him back down the hard way! Faqu gets up and stalks Zack, creeping across the ring towards his fallen foe, but then out of the corner of his eye notices Bohemoth brawling with Blonde at ringside. Faqu moves towards the ropes and hops off the apron, driving an axehandle between Bo's shoulder blades as he dukes it out with Blonde, and now the duo hammers Bo down, working him over with vicious forearms and kicks. The members of Cucaracha International pound on the popular hoss and then roll him into the ring...which Zack utilizes to his advantage, as he runs across the ring and springs off of Bo's back as he rest on all fours, launching himself over the ropes with a flip plancha onto his rivals! COLE That was amazing! The crowd gets a rush from witnessing Zack's show of bravery, as all three men are sprawled out in the aisleway. Referee Charles Robinson has no idea what to make of the scene, as he's got a man not in the match recovering in the ring, and the two combatants plus one other all laid out on the floor. Slowly, Zack, Faqu, and Blonde all rise to their feet, and Zack trades blows with both of them until Bo rolls out of the ring to even the odds. COLE It's breaking down here again for the second week in a row! These four guys are tearing each other apart! Bo pairs off with Faqu, while Blonde and Zack trade shots, each man delivering a right hand to the face of the other before it's reciprocated. Bo pins Faqu against the apron, but Faqu gouges his eyes and delivers a headbutt to stagger him, then grabs him by the neck to choke him out! Bo reaches out and takes Faqu by the neck, and now a swarm of OAOAST staff rush out to break up the chaos before things get too heated! COACH I think we lost this one, Cole...it doesn't seem like any order is gonna be restored! Robinson, the road agents, the other refs...everyone and their mother is trying to pry the four wrestlers apart, to no avail. Punches continue to be thrown and no one is able to be held back, until literally about 10 staff members stand between the two pairs of wrestlers. Faqu tries barrelling through EVERYONE, but Blonde realizes that it would do their careers even more harm if he were to lay waste to everybody out there. Zack and Bo egg him on, only to be calmed by the OAOAST crew. COLE The bad blood boils over once again, and I don't think anything got settled here at all tonight, Coach! Two years ago Faqu had undoubtedly the greatest moment of his career on this very program against Zack, but neither man can be happy about tonight! COACH Both guys had points to prove, and none of that happened. What we do know is that Zack has a red dot on him and Blonde and Faqu are the snipers ready to fire! COLE We also know that Bohemoth, fresh off a brutal rivalry with Zack, has now offered to aid his friend as he stands up to his one time allies. This one already has a lot of twists and turns, and I can only imagine what will happen next on HeldDOWN~! COMMERCIAL Edited June 26, 2008 by Ed Wood Caulfield Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted June 20, 2008 (edited) plz enjoi the following picture of the war memorial built in 1923 in attempts by the city of Indianapolis in 1919 to lure the newly formed American Legion from its national headquarters in New York City. COLE Folks, welcome back to HeldDOWN. Let's take it backstage to Maggie Nerdly! Maggie Nerdly negotiates her way through the bodies in the party room backstage, looking for Thunderkid and Reject. MAGGIE Thanks Michael, I'm backstage amongst the celebration here, looking to get the first interview with Thunderkid and Reject since winning the World tag team titles last week from Team Heyross! Maggie bumps into a slightly rotund man, who turns around revealing himself to be Tony Tourettes. TONY WHAT THE FUCK??? MAGGIE Hi, Tony! How's the party? TONY Well, the food's good, and it SUCKS DICK OFF YOUR TITS!!! Maggie hastily points the camera away from Tony. TONY FUCK YOU TOO!!! BULL SHIT!!! (Looks to Vinny) GIVE ME A FUCKIN' BEER, BITCH!!! Maggie spots TK in the distance, and makes her way with the cameraman in his direction. Reject is standing next to him with a bottle of champagne. MAGGIE And here I am with the new tag team champions, Thunderkid and Reject! Vinny grabs the mic from Maggie. VINNY (doing a horrible Dave Chappelle-as-Rick James impression) It's a celebration, bitches! Reject gives him an awkward stare. REJECT You're right! This is a celebration! And I'm glad to see you back here for the celebration, honey. Reject leans against the wall with his right arm. REJECT Speaking of celebration...how about me and you go out and have one of our own after this show wraps up? MAGGIE Um, hello, I have a boyfriend? Reject chuckles, then hands his champagne to TK, and turns to face Maggie. REJECT Do you really? It wouldn't be that scrawny wimp that's been hittin' on your sister for the past two months, would it? Maggie puts her hand over her face, as wrestlers within earshot, including the Heavenly Rockers and Vitamin X, are heard saying "Oooooh." REJECT (smiling) So it is him. Hey, look at me. Reject uses his left index finger to bring Maggie's face up. REJECT You don't need that chump. What are you doing? If I even suspected a family member meddling in my relationship, that girl would be out the door at the drop of a hat. I mean, use your head. If this dude's so tied up with what your sister's doing that it's causing a strain on you, he ain't that special! He's gotta go. Think about it. And hey... Reject brings her face back around again. REJECT You have any more problems...(smiles, points to self)...my door's always open. Reject grabs his bottle of champagne back from Thunderkid, then turns back to the party as he gets a champagne bath from VX. The camera cuts over to Maggie, who puts her hand over the lens as we hastily cut back to Sofa Central. COACH Haha, get Steven Pigley off the air, he's got nothing on Reject! He's right! Do yourself a favor, Mags, drop that zero, and get wit' a hero, you feel me? COLE The only woman on this earth who would think Reject is a better catch than Leon is Reject's mother. Other than that, Reject better try barking up the next tree. We'll be back! COMMERCIAL Edited June 20, 2008 by Patty O'Green Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted June 20, 2008 COLE Well, folks we're back on HD, and I don't know what's coming up frankly. There was a video tape dropped off here at sofa central during break unlabeled and I'm being told by the actual TSM network that we have no choice but to play it. And I have to say I'm offended but I'm also kind of curious. So, roll footage We see Simon Singleton, looking unusually low key and formal in grey suit, inside a production truck. Behind him on the numerous screens a montage plays of a small, peaceful, but rather generic suburb. SIMON White Marsh township, New York. A luxurious, sprawling suburb, who's citizens are as friendly as the town is beautiful. A community with big city promise, and small town heart. It could be Anytown, USA. With its lush soccer fields, pot luck dinners at the park, youngsters trying to keep up with the bigger kids in pickup basketball, and bible study every Wednesday, its the model piece of Americana. At first glance it could be your hometown. But beneath the summer time cheer of little kids, and the vibrant pumping of the American heart is an evil all of its own. An evil we commonly associate with the poor disfranchised urban hells. This evil is perversion, and it comes in the form of the pervert. There could be a pervert sitting right next to you! Ned comes onto the screen and takes a seat next to Simon. NED Sorry, I'm late! Aww hell did I miss the part where we show the girls at the cheerleading camp? GIMMIE A D, GIMMIE AN I, GIMMIE A C, GIMMIE K, what's that spell? Ned gimme yo di- SIMON Not right next to you exactly. Not even next to me...But somewhere in your vicinity a pervert resides. Seriously, not next to me. This sexual predator is waiting and he's willing to corrupt the very foundation of your community. NED (looking entirely crazy eyed) Drag him by his loafers, drag him by his fingernails into the town square, light up that cigar, and put the beats on 'em! Stomp him up and down his face! Up and down! Stomp the black out of him, stomp the white out of him, stomp the mexican out of him, stomp the Asian pacific islander out him! Whatever you do just stomp him till ya see bloody red! Then take his sorry carcass and chuck it on the next predator's door step. Because when that son of a bitch comes out the front door every morning he don't think “I'm gonna make me a song about being trapped in a closet at the home of the woman I'm having an affair with. And then I'm gonna remix touch my body with Mariah Carey. And then I'm gonna piss on a thirteen year old bitch and videotape it.” But if the predator really is R.Kelly... SIMON Skeet, skeet, like a water hose on the entire audience of TRL all you'd like, my friend. Because you've got us steppin in the name of love from now until forever. But what if that sexual deviant isn't one America's favorite R&B artists? What if he's a man you've invested trust in? Trust for your financial welfare, trust for the security of your family? What if that man was your boss? We intend to find out, tonight on With Mackenzie DeCenzo Editing and Cinematography by Molly Nerdly Directed by Simon Singleton Produced by Theodore Moneymaker MACKENZIE (V.O.) Nestled among the elementary school and methadone clinic, we found a large house, previously boarded up after a drug riddled man killed his family of four and himself, just the right size for our crew, specialty cameras, and my two thousand dollar per year personal hair maintenance crew. It was outside of Long Island where we teamed up with Pervert-Busters.com, an online watch dog group that skirts the rules of civil liberties, well established laws against entrapment, and the historic “DON'T SNITCH!” movement to catch Internet sex predators and blog angrily about them behind the protection of a monitor. We hired the organization as consultants so we could watch them do what they normally do— go into otherwise innocent chatrooms, Hannah Montana Rox, Lets goYankees, Yogaloversover50, SMEAR ME IN PEROID BLOOD, and expose perverts by posing as prostitutes home alone interested in having sex for a nominal fee. So while Pervert Busters decoys troll chat rooms and wrestling message boards, dens of perversion, our crews set up 11 hidden cameras—seven outside covering all angles of the driveway, side, and back of the house and four cameras on the inside. Mackenzie DeCenzo, clad in a nondescript beige business suit that does not match her bold and buoyant blond locks stands inside the kitchen area of small two story home. In front of her sits a stack of several papers marked “chat transcripts”. MACKENZIE One man emerges from the shadows. He’s 40-year-old Matthew “Angle” Sault, president of the sports entertainment company OAOAST. Leading phrenology expert, Mackenzie DeCenzo, said that is head shape is such that its guaranteed he's predisposed to and has already committed crimes against fashion, human decency, and common sense. He’s been chatting online about sex with a prostitute who said she was 18. When she says she’s worried she’ll get pregnant he says “I am fixed.” We should warn you, that some of his chat logs may shake your faith in humanity. JETERISGOD I can't pay you much, but I can...get you on television. I can make you a star. Its how business is done. Would you like to be United States champion? BLUEEYEDHOOCHIE united states champion aint gona stop ma pimp from chokin me!1! JETERISGOD I will ankle lock him. JETERISGOD I want to do naughty things to you. BLUEEYEDHOOCHIE like wut? JETERISGOD I'd give you the flamin amazon. As I'm pounding you with my grizzile, I whip out my zippo and set your buckwheat farm on fire, and extinguish the flames with my gorilla juice! BLUEEYEDHOOCHIE da fuc? JETERISGOD Is talkin dirty getting you aroused? BLUEEYEDHOOCHIE not realy talk dont do it 4me JETERISGOD My Olympic sized dick will. We see security camera footage of Anglesault (the actual dude not a fake), attired in khaki shorts and a plain red t-shirt walking up the front steps with a ginger bounce to his steps. MACKENZIE Mister Sault, pulled up to our house from Manhattan. He drove more than two hours through traffic to meet with someone who said she was an eighteen year old prostitute home alone. It’s five o'clock in the evening. Like all the other men who visit, of which there are...none, he has no idea our hidden cameras are rolling... Anglesault saunts the house with a wide cokcy grin. He proceeds to the kitchen area like he's on a sexual treasure hunt. ANGLESAULT Baby! Daddy's home. BLUEEYEDHOOCHIE (O.S) Uh, just a minute! Gotta flush this condom from my last John down the toilet. ANGLESAULT I bought my zippo! MACKENZIE (walking on screen) You're definitely playing with fire aren't you. Anglesault is noticeably stunned, and his posture weakens as he tries to come to grips with what he's walked into. ANGLESAULT I...what? MACKENZIE Why don’t you have a seat right over here for me? ANGLESAULT What...what...the hell... MACKENZIE Is an Olympic sized dick? For the sake of me vomiting, please answer? 5 inches? 4.6? Perhaps your adding the length of the “marital aid” she'd need to be satisfied during intercourse? ANGLESAULT I don't...I have no clue what you're talking about, Mackenzie. MACKENZIE Let me refresh your memory, JETERISGOD. When she asks “Are you that guy that won that gold medal” You respond “Yeah, bitch, I won that medal smashin' the sludge out girls like you with my DOD, dick of death” ANGLESAULT We were in a role playing chat room! MACKENZIE And what role were you playing exactly here? ANGLESAULT It’s people playing roles, Mackenzie. Role playing! Like when Melody plays World of Warcraft. That's all. World of Warcraft. Come on! MACKENZIE Does Melody pony up 2,000 gold pieces to solicit an orc for oral sex during conference calls with the chairwoman for the breast cancer survivor fund? ANGLESAULT People just talk. My God! They talk! Is this some kind of hold up? You don't have a warrant. ‘Cause, I mean, if the girl don’t want to come, and if you got a problem— MACKENZIE A warrant? What are we on Special Victims unit. ANGLESAULT I’m saying, Mackenzie. You don’t got no cause to hold me. I'm your boss! I got—don't have any problem sitting here to talk to you. This----is consensual sex. Sex between two consenting adults, Mackenzie, two consenting adults, no matter how lewd it looks on your doctored up transcripts is not a crime! Its not! MACKENZIE How every true. But as the Governor of this fine state could inform you the law does frown on solicitation. ANGLESAULT You can't prove anything. Its my word against your's. MACKENZIE And eleven cameras. The fear, the panic, rip through Anglesault like bullets, buckling his knees, forcing him to latch onto the counter in small hope that it will support him. ANGLESAULT What? No. You're bluffing. MACKENZIE Would you say I was bluffing if I told you this entire experience will be broadcasted on HeldDOWN for the entire viewing world, and most importantly, your humiliated, disgusted, and degraded bosses to see? Anglesault's vision swims and with it so does camera, jumbling the image of the sunlight beaming through the window to hit Mackenzie's golden hair and her white outfit. This all makes her seem some sort of horrible angel of death. ANGLESAULT Bullshit! Bullshit! As the true nature of his fate weighs him down so does Anglesault sink lower and lower, and we view Mackenzie from the ground up, as though she were casting a final judgment. There the innocent yet blusey rhythms of the Rolling Stone's Gimme Shelter plays to lend a sense of an impending anguish. MACKENZIE What would you say if I told there was a legion of armed law enforcement with the right, and the desire, to bring you down by any means necessary? We see Anglesault in his weakest state yet, hands pressed against the counter top, the only thing keeping him up. ANGLESAULT (to himself) No... Mackenzie draws closer and closer for the kill. Shown from the profile where the sunlight hits her she sneers with contempt and scorn at the OAOAST president. Before she speaks we see her from the front, where half her face is cloaked in shadow. MACKENIZE I'd say you better have a pretty good lawyer. Hope is at an end for Anglesault, but the pressing urge to flee flames stronger than ever before. Suddenly the need for escape becomes perilously strong with the sound of the front door swinging open, and the rough patter of police boots bounding across the foyer. Anglesault turns one last glance on Mackenzie that's half a damnation and half a despairing plea for help. Mackenzie replies with a small, but cruel smirk, that grows wider when the blackness of law enforcement officers engulfs her surroundings. LEAD OFFICER You have the right to remain silent... Silent is the furtherest characteristic one could use to describe the current situation, as chaos, both auditory and visual is brought to the forefront when Anglesault launches himself through the wide kitchen window in a daring escape effort. As we switch to an outside image, the view slows ever so slightly to showcase the humiliated boss hovering through a downpour of glass that sparkles with from kiss of the sunlight. Two hundred forty five pounds of muscle crash into the ground at regular speed with the force of nuclear bomb, and a fallout of tiny glass shards soon follows. Oh, a storm is threatening My very life today If I don't get some shelter Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away War, children, its just a shot away Its just a shot away War, children, its just a shot away Its just a shot away Dizzied, Anglesault staggers to his feet, covered with glass, dirt and small cuts as if he'd been dragged through the streets. His injuries and discomfort are but minor issues when compared to the troubling image of cops rumbling around the corner of the house. Without even lending a thought to surrendering himself, Sault takes off in the opposite direction. The cops don't break their pace in following him, acting as an unshakable tail. MACKENZIE (leaning through the window) Run forest! Run! Ooh, see the fire is sweepin Our very street today Burns like a red coal carpet Mad bull lost its way War, children, its just a shot away Its just a shot away War, children, its just a shot away Its just a shot away The eyes of mystified residents lock onto the macabre parade of a sex offender being hounded by dozens of police. Kids drop basketballs that roll aimlessly away, women stop gossiping, men cease mowing, and they all focus on Anglesault. Yet their stares mean nothing to Anglesault with death itself nipping at his heels. The focus on AS is sharpened, while the surrounding area and his pursuers are lowered into soft focus to make it appear that he's running from his own fantastic demons. The music lowers and we see the mysterious sight of the back of a pitch black Dodge Charger with the New York license plate “STFU THX” that driving down a neighborhood untouched by this mania. The music explodes back to full force with Anglesault's insane chase still holding hostage the entire street. AS is shown from a medium close up, but he may not be the focus of the scene as the vibrant and striking blue and red lights police cars pull into the far away background. As AS's expression grows more fearful the size and strength of the flashing lights grow as well. Rape, murder! Its just a shot away Its just a shot away Rape, murder! Its just a shot away Its just a shot away Rape, murder! Its just a shot away Its just a shot away Again we see the Dodge Charger innocently humming its way down a street that's eerie in its emptiness. Elsewhere, desperation causes AS to take a sharp right turn through a nearby front lawn. He leaps a picket fence with the grace of an Olympic hurdler. And while that may hinder the cop cars, its but a small obstacle for the cops who are joined by a very angry German Sheppard in their chase. Amazingly the dog pulls closer to AS than the humans could ever dream to, and his teeth flash the anger and rage of every single soul behind him. Eager to get away from the beast that wishes to mangle him, Anglesault dashes towards the edge of the yard and begins scurrying up the fence. However, he's woefully slow and this permits the dog to sink his fangs into AS' thick calf muscle. ANGLESAULT AHHHHHHHH! Meanwhile the Charger continues down its path, oblivious to what's happening mere miles away. Despite missing a chunk of flesh in his leg, AS painfully scrambles over the fence. He lands a bloody and broken heap, but there's no time to lick wounds, as another dog fast approaches to add to his misery. Spurred on by sheer fear of this carnivorous creature, AS springs to his feet. He sprints across the lawn dodging various children's toys, lawn furniture to get towards the light at the end of his tunnel. Unfortunately that light is snuffed out by another series of cops that emerge on the opposite side of the yard. COP YOU GOT NO WHERE TO GO, ASSHOLE! The Dodge Charger continues to lazily motor along the road, and we still have no clue who or what is behind the wheel. What we do know is that AS is in trouble. A lot of trouble. Trouble he intends on solving by passing it onto the cops. And he quickly ducks behind a toolshed. AS has no intention of taking a breather, though, and instead grabs onto two nearby Hornets nests. The Hornets are every bit as vicious and violent as his human aggressors, but at the very least they serve him some purpose. He launches them away from the task of stinging his body and towards the task of stinging and distracting the cops. As if that weren't enough, AS turns on a state of the art sprinkler system that makes the entire area look like its going through a monsoon. However three cops manage to break through his creative assault. Their no match for the burly world champion, who KO'S them with rapid fire punches. With a swarm of hornets fogging their vision, and the worried shouts of people who have come from their homes clouding communication, AS makes a quick exit over the rear fence and into a back alley. COP 2 GET BACK HERE! The floods is threatening My very life today Gimme, gimme shelter Or Im gonna fade away The floods is threatening My very life today Gimme, gimme shelter Or Im gonna fade away The Charger continues its oddly lonely drive. Meanwhile AS frantically rushes down the alleyway kicking up an unbelievably large cloud of dust and dirt behind him, that could very well be the symbol of him leaving his old world behind. But he never looks back as he treks down the vacant stretch of land. Finally he reaches its an end, coming to a quiet, serene street untouched by his hellish ordeal. He can now collect some small sense of peace and some small sense of dignified solicitude. BAAAAAAM The Charger slams into AS with the force of a herd of elephants, and yet spins to a stop as perfect and precise as an Olympic figure skater. AS is neither that fortune, nor that able to control his movements, and he tumbles through the air before thudding down into pavement that shreds his skin into ribbons. Combined with earlier incidents with the glass, and the savage attack with the dogs, this near vehicular homicide is the nail in AS' coffin, reducing his body to an indistinguishable wreck. Even so AS remains determined to pursue an utterly hopeless bid for freedom, and with bloodied body and tear streaked face he begins a slow crawl across the street. The music comes to a close. We see the Charger's driver side door from the ground up as it swings open and a pair of white leather shoes steps onto the concrete. The brightly colored flickering orange of a cigarette ash falls to the ground, only to be put out by one of the white shoes. The camera slowly pans up to reveal... (Detective Bosley for the uninitiated) BOSLEY You don't look too good, boss. ANGLESAULT Bos...Bos...Bos... Exhausted, Anglesault can not talk and crawl at the same time, and so silently continues his pathetic crawl towards a freedom that exists only in fantasies. BOSLEY You remember a while back when I asked ya for a raise, and you said if I want big money, I gotta do big money things? You remember that? And I said “I can't support myself on the crap you're payin' me.” And you, you say “Not my fault. Look for a second job then”. I took yer advice. I took it and I found myself a second job. We see a low shot of Anglesault whimpering as brilliant gobs of red fall in front of his face. Bosley stalks him like a dangerous animal thats toying with a near dead prey. BOSLEY Got a second job selling personal protection devices to police forces in the Tri State area. Ya mind if I try out my sales pitch on you? I need some constructive criticism. The sun has begun to set, and its a beautiful, majestic sunset, like something out of a painting. And I shouldn't have to tell you what a sunset can symbolize. That's 1st grade people! Bosley pulls what looks to be a gun out of his coat. BOSLEY This is the new Advanced Taser Mark M-18 series. Tops in its class it has a 100% effectiveness rating. One shot... BANG ANGLESAULT AHHHHH! BOSLEY With a 225,000-volt shock dumps energy into the muscles at a high pulse frequency, enough to cause such intense agony and muscle spasms that a second shot... BANG ANGLESAULT AHHHHH! BOSLEY Would make the muscle spasms so violent and so agonizingly prolonged the victim might very well break their back in two. A third shot...the electrical current is so powerful the victim often shits, pisses, and vomits blood and drool. The body turns bright red as its temperature rises, and the victim's flesh swells and his skin stretches to the point of breaking. Witnesses hear a loud and sustained sound "like bacon frying," and the sickly sweet smell of burning flesh, your burning flesh, fills the air. Anglesault, rocking with the volcanic tremors from Bosley's attack is stilled slightly, when the Detective steps on his back. He lights another cigarette, then holds the gun towards AS, the embers from his smoke flaming and flaring as bright and powerfully as the sunset behind him. BOSLEY (smirking) So, Anglesault, do you wanna die? WHIR WHIR WHIR WHIR! An army of cop cars pulls into the vicinity, before Bosley can inflict anymore harm to AS. But the leader is no vehicle belonging to law enforcement, rather its a supersized black Hummer limousine embossed with golden dollar signs that glitter with authority bellow the orange sky. Every door of the limo opens, and out steps the entire Enterprise, along with The Heavenly Rockers, The Last Kings of Scotland, Felix Stutter and Reggie Lamont, James Riggs, Biff Atlas, Vinny Valentine, and The MGHWC. Its a big limo ppl. Leading the way, even before the cops, is the brainchild of this operation, Theodore Moneymaker. Clad entirely in black, flanked by Abdullah and Mackenzie, and trailed by his legion of allies and henchmen, Moneymaker looks something like a modern day Darth Vader. And the emperor of the dark side stands above the fallen hero, regarding him with disdain. The rouge cop, Bosley, falls in line with the rest of the group, receiving a congratulatory fist pound from CPA for his work. Barely able to see past pain that's both physical and emotional AS looks wide eyed, weak and defeated at Moneymaker. MONEYMAKER Do I applaud the swift and efficient efforts of law enforcement? Do I salute my lieutenants for their flawless work? I will do neither! I will scoff at this man who was supposed to be my enemy. You are no foe to me. Leon Rodez, Krista Isadora Duncan, these are people I am proud to call rivals. They fight with a warrior's spirit! This man before me? He fights not at all, and it is a shame I've wasted even a second of my time associating with him! You are pathetic, and I will spend no more words on you.Do not pray for him, Abdullah, god left him long ago. Officers, remove him from my sight. Two cops emerge to grab AS by his arms, encountering absolutely no resistance from the broken man. The former OAOAST world champion and the federation's namesake is drug away as if he held all the prestige and importance of a vagabond found lying in his own piss. Sadly, he may have even less! MONEYMAKER (turning to his gathered supporters) Friends, I turn to you, and I humbly offer...victory! A rousing ovation emerges from the group, who hail Moneymaker as a liberator of an oppressed people, and he certainly soaks in their joy and adulation as if he were one. I tell you love, sister, its just a kiss away Its just a kiss away Its just a kiss away Its just a kiss away Its just a kiss away Kiss away, kiss away COMMERCIAL COMING UP NEXT ANGLESAULT IS DOWN! IS THE CHAMP NEXT? CHRISTIAN WRIGHT VS PRL NEXT Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted June 20, 2008 (edited) “Sharp Dressed Man” by ZZ Top starts playing, causing the crowd to boo loudly. The entrance doors slide open, and Christian Wright comes out, drawing even more boos. Accompanying him is Mackenzie DeCenzo. Christian stands on the entrance stage and looks at the crowd with a look of disgust on his face, his black briefcase in his right hand. Wright motions for Mackenzie to follow him to the ring, which she does as “Sharp Dressed Man” continues playing. *DING DING DING* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following non-title match is your main event for HeldDOWN~! this evening. Introducing first. Coming to the ring at this time. Accompanied to the ring by Mackenzie DeCenzo. Now residing in Washington, D.C. Weighing in at 8 1/3 bars of gold. Representing The Enterprise. He is “The Natural” CHRISTIIIIIIIAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN WRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! Christian makes sure to keep his body away from the fans as he makes his way to the ring. COLE Main event time here on HeldDOWN~! Christian Wright of The Enterprise looking to make a mark by taking on the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion in the main event of our flagship show in a match that was SUPPOSED to take place last week! COACH Normally, I’d be pissed that we were robbed of a Christian Wright match. But in this case, I am willing to make an exception. Christian taunts the fans at ringside and then walks up the ring steps. Wright wipes his feet on the ring apron and then enters the ring. COLE PRL viciously attacked backstage last week by Cuban Wall. Wall has been gunning for Tha Puerto Rican for the past two weeks! COACH And this surprises you because…? PRL is (unfortunately) our World Heavyweight Champion. I think that Cuban Wall is trying to tell PRL something. COLE Like what? COACH Do I have to draw you a diagram or something!? Geeze! It’s so obvious! COLE What is? COACH Oy vey. Christian looks at the crowd with a serious expression on his face. He hands Mackenzie the briefcase, telling her to watch it carefully. He then removes his nifty red polyester jacket, sleeveless white dress shirt and tie and then hands them over to a ringside attendant. He then does some last minute stretches while “Sharp Dressed Man” continues playing over the P.A. system. COLE Christian Wright, The Natural, The Financial Analyst, about to lock up with the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion for the first time ever! COACH And after Wright gets done with him, Cuban Wall might have his way with Tha Puerto Rican too! Mackenzie wishes Wright good luck and then exits the ring underneath the second ring rope, taking the black briefcase with her as she walks down the ring steps and makes her way to ringside. Mackie taunts a few fans at ringside. Meanwhile, in the ring, Christian stares at the entrance. COLE This match was supposed to take place last week, but didn’t, but here in the OAOAST, we ALWAYS deliver…even a week late! COACH Damn right! “Sharp Dressed Man” by ZZ Top dies down. Christian Wright stands in the ring looking at the entrance. The crowd buzzes in anticipation for the arrival of the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion. COLE This place is about to come unglued. COACH 20,000 idiots screaming in unison! Wonderful! COLE Will you stop!? A small “P.R.!” chant starts up. “THE CHAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMP…” *DUN DUN* “…IS…” *DUN* “…HERE!” “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” A lightning bolt hits the entrance. The PRL entrance video plays on the AngleTron, and “Know Your Role 2000” begins playing over the P.A. system. The crowd does infact come unglued! The lights go down inside of 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 then Tha Puerto Rican quickly saunters out through the smoke, the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist, and power walks down the entrance ramp, not stopping at all, and keeping his eyes focused on the ring. The crowd cheers louder than before. PRL unstraps the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt from around his waist and then slings it over his left shoulder as he continues his walk to the ring. BUFFER And his opponent. Coming to the ring at this time. From San Juan, Puerto Rico. Weighing in at 220 lbs. He is the reigning One And Only AngleSault Thread Heavyweight Champion of the wooooorrrrlllllllldddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd…The Badd Boy of the OAOAST…THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! Tha Puerto Rican throws up a “Killa B” (making the letter B with his fingers) as he walks down to ringside. COLE Here he comes! The most charismatic, the most resilient, The Most Electrifying Man In Professional Wrestling! Tha Puerto Rican is in the building on HeldDOWN~! COACH And he is going up against one of The Enterprise’s best! Not that they aren’t all the best, but he is a…certain…kind of…uh…I can’t get myself out of this one, can I? COLE Nope. Tha Puerto Rican stops at ringside to slap hands with the fans before power walking around the ringside area. COACH Tha Puerto Rican is in way over his head here! COLE How so? COACH He’s never faced someone who has the talent of Christian Wright! COLE Well, PRL has never backed down from a challenge before! COACH Since when!? COLE Since November 30, 2007? COACH Oh come on! Tha Puerto Rican climbs up the ring steps. Tha Puerto Rican gets onto the ring apron. He gives the fans The People’s Eyebrow. Tha Puerto Rican 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 puts the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt in front of him, and then does the HBK muscle pose while pyro goes off behind him. The crowd is still cheering loudly. PRL grabs the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt and heads to a second turnbuckle where he raises the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt over his head and smiles. The crowd cheers. PRL gets off of the second turnbuckle and heads on over to another second turnbuckle where he raises the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt over his head again to more cheers. COLE A 10-year journey came to an end at OAOAST AngleMania VII, and since then, Tha Puerto Rican has been living out his dream! COACH We heard that enough over the past 3 months! SHUT UP WITH IT ALREADY! COLE Tha Puerto Rican is at top of the mountain, and he hopes to remain on top for a long time! COACH Hopefully, his Title reign will be over by The Great Angle Bash! We can only hope! Tha Puerto Rican gets off of the second turnbuckle and then heads to a third second turnbuckle where he proceeds to raise the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt into the air with his right hand while “smelling the electricity” as a single spotlight shines down on him ala The Rock. COLE Tha Puerto Rican set for action coming up next! Tha Puerto Rican vs. Christian Wright is our main event for tonight’s edition of OAOAST HeldDOWN~! And it is coming up right after this commercial break! Tha Puerto Rican gets off of the second turnbuckle and then heads to the fourth second turnbuckle as we go to break. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* We return from commercial break with Tha Puerto Rican in the ring, looking at Sofa Central. COLE Back on HeldDOWN~! and fans, we have been joined by a special guest. The camera cuts to Sofa Central where CUBAN WALL is shown sitting next to Michael Cole. Cuban Wall is wearing a headset, in addition to his sunglasses, gold chains, and usual wrestling attire…except that instead of a white Stephen Joseph Popick Corporation T-shirt, Cuban Wall is wearing a black PRL T-shirt! COLE Cuban Wall is with us…wearing a PRL T-shirt for some reason! CUBAN WALL Hey, isn’t everyone a Lightning Bolt? I’m somebody! Therefore I am a Lightning Bolt! COACH That makes perfect sense to me! COLE Well Wall, no offense, but what gives you the right to wear a PRL T-shirt after the hell that you put Tha Puerto Rican through over a 5 month period? CUBAN WALL This is the start of a new era, right? The PRL Era? Well, I’m letting bygones be bygones! I am rooting for my old boss in his match tonight! COLE After beating the crap out of him two weeks straight!? CUBAN WALL Cole, don’t start! COACH Yeah, Cole! Don’t start! Tha Puerto Rican removes his sunglasses, earring, red hat, red vest, and red chaps and hands all of that over to the ringside attendant. He then stares at Cuban Wall. COLE And it looks like PRL sees you, Wall. WALL Go get ‘em, boss! I’m pulling for you! PRL says something to Wall, and then kisses the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt before handing it over to referee Earl Hebner, who then hands it over to a ringside attendant, who then hands it over to the timekeeper. PRL stretches in the ring. Christian Wright talks some last minute strategy with Mackenzie DeCenzo, and then climbs up the ring steps. COLE Tha Puerto Rican won a Triple Threat Match against “Urban Legend” Todd Cortez and Landon “La Cucaracha” Maddix at School’s Out in his first ever OAOAST World Heavyweight Title defense. CUBAN WALL Pfft. He got lucky. I mean, COME ON PR! COME ON! Tha Puerto Rican continues staring at Cuban Wall from inside of the ring. He appears to be greatly annoyed that Wall is at ringside. Christian Wright enters the ring. Earl Hebner tells PRL to focus on the match as “Know Your Role 2000” dies down. CUBAN WALL Let’s go PRL! Root some Enterprise ass! COLE Earl Hebner pats down Christian Wright. He then pats down Tha Puerto Rican. PRL continues staring at Cuban Wall. CUBAN WALL Yeah, I’m here! Go PRL! COLE Are you kidding me!? WALL No, and I would shut up if I were you! COACH Yeah! Earl Hebner gives Tha Puerto Rican and Christian Wright some last minute instructions, and then calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* NON-TITLE MATCH THA PUERTO RICAN vs. CHRISTIAN WRIGHT (with Mackenzie DeCenzo) Tha Puerto Rican glances over at Cuban Wall, and then turns his attention to Christian Wright. He circles the ring with Wright. Tha Puerto Rican and Christian Wright lock up. COLE And here we go! Main event time on HeldDOWN~! WALL All right, PRL! You got Wright right where you want him! COLE Both men jockey for position. Christian Wright delivers an arm-drag to Tha Puerto Rican. Wright taunts PRL while PRL sits up, a little surprised by this. COLE Christian Wright draws first blood in this match! CUBAN WALL Like that’s a surprise…I mean…COME ON PUERTO! Don’t let that jabrony show you up! Tha Puerto Rican glances over at Cuban Wall and then stands up. He and Christian circle the ring. PRL and Wright lock up. Christian grabs PRL from behind in a waistlock. PRL goes behind Wright with a waistlock of his own. However, Wright grabs Tha Puerto Rican and gives him another arm-drag! PRL slaps the mat in frustration! THA PUERTO RICAN DAMNIT! COLE Tha Puerto Rican seems to be a little off his game here. CUBAN WALL Are you saying that Christian Wright can’t hang with Tha Puerto Rican? COLE No. But if you noticed, he’s been looking at you every 5 seconds it seems. CUBAN WALL He’s just stunned that I’m out here supporting him! COLE You may be right. Hell, I’M stunned too! CUBAN WALL Yeah, but you don’t count. COACH BURN~! PRL glances over at Cuban Wall again. He then stands up. Christian Wright and Tha Puerto Rican circle each other one more time. They lock up. Christian grabs a headlock on Puerto. He cinches the hold tight, Mackenzie rooting him on. However, Tha Puerto Rican soon backs Wright into the ropes, and then shoves him off into the opposite ropes. Wright charges forward, PRL grabs him, goes for a Gorilla Press Slam--NO!--Wright escapes and lands on his feet behind Tha Puerto Rican! Christian then gets down onto his knees, grabs Tha Puerto Rican’s legs, and then simply takes his feet out from under him, causing the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion to land right on his face on the mat! COACH HA! HA! CUBAN WALL Oh, that was bad. PRL slaps the mat in frustration again! CUBAN WALL Don’t let that fluster you, boss! Don’t let it! CW taunts PRL while he’s on his knees on the mat. COLE Tha Puerto Rican is clearly getting frustrated! And again, he looks at Cuban Wall! CUBAN WALL Are you trying to say something, Michael Cole? COACH Yeah, he’s saying Tha Puerto Rican has got a crush on you! COLE No, Coach. Not that. CUBAN WALL Then what? COLE Nothing. Nevermind. CHRISTIAN WRIGHT THAT’S YOUR CHAMPION!? COME ON! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COLE How much of a boost would it be for Christian Wright’s career if he were to defeat the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion here tonight? COACH A huge boost! Perhaps this would lead to a World Title shot in the future! CUBAN WALL Yeah, but it’s not going to happen! COME ON PRL! Tha Puerto Rican gets up. He snorts, cracks his knuckles, and then cranks his neck. PRL heads to a turnbuckle corner and removes his Puerto Rican flag bandana and throws it into the crowd. THA PUERTO RICAN JUST BRING IT! COLE Uh-oh! Tha Puerto Rican is fired up now! Christian Wright charges for a punch--BLOCKED! Tha Puerto Rican punches Wright in the face with a Rock-style punch to the temple! He does it again and again and again! Punch. Punch. Punch. NOW KISS THAT LEFT~! Punch! PRL grabs Christian Wright and gives him an Irish whip into the ropes, and follows with a hip toss! PRL backs up into the ropes, and then charges forward. When Christian Wright gets up, Tha Puerto Rican clotheslines Wright over the top rope and onto the floor! PRL then skins the cat back in! COLE Tha Puerto Rican’s phenomenal athletic ability on full display here! CUBAN WALL It’s what led him to the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title! COACH What the hell is wrong with you, Wall!? PRL then does a reverse skin the cat, going back on the outside. He walks on over to Sofa Central where Cole, Coach, and Cuban Wall (Triple C?) are sitting. The P.R. Menace points a menacing finger at Wall and runs his mouth while Wall just sits there and smiles. CUBAN WALL Yeah, boss! You’re the man! You’re #1! You know it! Yeah! You’re the man! Yeah! Cuban Wall gives PRL two thumbs up. PRL responds with two middle fingers in return. The crowd cheers. CUBAN WALL He's saying I'm #1 too! That's so nice of him! COLE PRL hasn’t forgotten what you did last week AND two weeks ago, Wall! CUBAN WALL Eh, it takes him a while to forgive and forget. Don’t worry, he’ll get over it. Eventually. Tha Puerto Rican glances over at Wall one more time, and then goes on over to grab Christian Wright and pick him up. PR throws him back into the ring. PRL then skins the cat back into the ring himself. COACH Show-off. CUBAN WALL No argument here…I mean…GO P.R.! COLE PRL picks Christian Wright up and slams his face into a top turnbuckle pad! Mackenzie cringes watching this. P.R.L. then grabs Wright by his head and brings him down onto the mat with a headlock takedown! PRL cinches the headlock on tight as Earl Hebner makes the count. 1... 2... RIGHT SHOULDER UP!!! COLE Almost the count of three! COACH Phew! Thank Goodness that wasn’t it! CUBAN WALL Coach, didn’t you used to like Tha Puerto Rican? COACH I did. Until he became a wuss last year. CUBAN WALL He’s not a wuss. He’s our CHAMP! COACH Who are you and what have you done to Cuban Wall? PRL continues holding onto the headlock on the mat. He cinches the hold tight, not letting Wright move at all. But then CW gets on his hands and knees, still in the headlock. Wright then gets on his right knee. Then onto both of his feet, still in the headlock. CW backs PRL into the ropes, and then shoves him off into the opposite ropes. PRL bounces off of the ropes, leaps over Christian Wright, charges forward, bounces off of the opposite ropes, charges forward, Christian leapfrogs over Tha Puerto Rican, PRL charges forward again, bounces off of the opposite ropes, Christian gets onto the mat to go for a monkey flip, however, Tha Puerto Rican stops in his tracks and kicks Christian right in the face to prevent the monkey flip from happening! CUBAN WALL HA! HA! That PRL! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! COACH WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, MAN!?!?!?!? Christian holds his face in pain as he gets up. He heads to a corner. PRL follows Wright, grabbing him, and whipping him into the opposite turnbuckles. PRL then charges forward with a Stinger Splash--CHRISTIAN WRIGHT MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! PRL hits the top turnbuckle stomach first! COLE Oh my! PRL hitting nothing but turnbuckle on that Stinger Splash! COACH Great! CUBAN WALL Ah nuts! Mackenzie DeCenzo smiles evilly on the outside while Christian Wright shakes the cobwebs out of his head. When he sees a prone PRL lying across the top turnbuckle, Wright takes the opportunity to charge forward and kick Tha Puerto Rican in the stomach, causing him to collapse off of the top turnbuckle and onto the protective mats on the outside! COACH YEAH! COLE Tha Puerto Rican sent all the way to the outside with that kick from Christian Wright! COACH Fourth down, time to punt! CUBAN WALL You idi--I mean, oh! That--that is just--wrong! Christian Wright goes back to shaking the cobwebs out of his head. Earl Hebner starts his 10 count. Tha Puerto Rican struggles to get back to his feet. COLE Hey, Wall, why don’t you go help PRL? CUBAN WALL When he’s in real trouble, I will. But for now, I am confident that he can come back from this! COLE Uh-huh. Sure. CUBAN WALL Don’t look at me like that, Michael. Tha Puerto Rican gets up and staggers around ringside. As he does this, Christian Wright bounces off of the ropes, charges forward…and nails PRL with a baseball slide sending him back onto the floor! COACH WOO-HOO! CUBAN WALL *Chuckles* COLE Are you laughing, Wall? CUBAN WALL I’m just thinking of a funny Simpsons episode. COLE Which one? CUBAN WALL Uh…all of them… Earl Hebner warns Christian about the baseball slide. Wright nods his head and says that he will go by the rules from now on. Meanwhile, PRL continues struggling to get up. COLE PRL in a bad way here. CUBAN WALL COME ON, BOSS! COME ON! COACH This is insane! CUBAN WALL This is HeldDOWN~! PRL uses the ring apron to pull himself up. As soon as Wright sees this, he backs up into the ropes, bounces off of the ropes, charges forward, and goes for a baseball slide…that MISSES as PRL moves out of the way. PRL then grabs Wright by his head and slams his face onto the ring apron! COACH No! No! CUBAN WALL Yes! Yes! Christian Wright holds his face in pain. PRL catches his breath. CW staggers around ringside, stopping to rest on the barricade. PRL sees this and charges forward…but CW grabs PRL and lifts him up, slamming him chin-first into the barricade! COLE Oh my~! PRL slammed into that barricade by Christian Wright! COACH I like it! COLE PRL is in trouble! What’s gonna happen next? Will Christian Wright defeat the World Heavyweight Champion? We’ll find out when we return! Tha Puerto Rican clutches his chin in the aisle! Christian Wright shakes the cobwebs out on the outside. Mackenzie DeCenzo applauds Wright. Cuban Wall watches the match intently. Wall watching the match is the last image that we see before we fade to black. *FADE TO BLACK* COMMERCIALS We return to live action with Christian Wright covering Tha Puerto Rican. 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICK OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COLE Back on HeldDOWN~!, and fans, Christian Wright has really taken it to Tha Puerto Rican during the break! He has remained in control the entire time! COACH Like that is a surprise! CUBAN WALL I know! I mean…bad Coach! Bad! Christian Wright grabs Tha Puerto Rican and slams his face into a top turnbuckle pad. Wright then kicks Tha Puerto Rican in the stomach! CW then punches PRL in the face! He then kicks PRL in the stomach again! Then a punch! And a kick! And a punch! And a kick! Christian keeps switching back and forth between punching and kicking Tha Puerto Rican, worrying the crowd! COACH Look at Christian Wright go! HA! HA! CUBAN WALL Come on PRL! You’re looking like a chump here! COACH And that surprises you because…? Christian Wright continues pounding away on Tha Puerto Rican until Earl Hebner forces Wright to stop. Wright does indeed stop, and Tha Puerto Rican slumps onto the mat, severely weakened from Wright’s assault! COLE Tha Puerto Rican really suffering the consequences here! Christian Wright grabs PRL by his left hand and backs him up against the ropes. Wright whips PRL into the opposite ropes. He follows with a clothesline, knocking the World Champion down! Wright then covers PRL, hooking his left leg. 1! 2! COACH Got ‘im! KICK OUT!!! CUBAN WALL Nope! COACH Crap! COLE So close! COACH Come on! That was a three count! Is AngleSault bribing that referee? COLE Oh, will you stop!? Christian Wright doesn’t let the two count faze him. Instead, CW applies a chinlock on PRL. Wright cinches the hold tight on The People’s Champion. COACH Look at Wright go to work on Tha Puerto Rican! He’s hanging with him! CUBAN WALL He’ll get his second wind soon. Don’t worry. COACH I’m not. “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” CUBAN WALL P.R.! P.R.! P.R.! P.R.! COACH WTF!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? The crowd claps in unison, but it doesn’t seem to be working as Christian Wright further weakens Tha Puerto Rican with the chinlock. The chinlock causes PRL to fall onto the mat, the chinlock still applied. Mackenzie tells Wright not to let go of the chinlock. Earl Hebner checks on the groggy Puerto Rican. COLE Christian Wright has the World Champion right where he wants him! COACH And now he will soon be going for the death blow! CUBAN WALL No, he won’t. PRL will pull it out! I just know that he will! The crowd’s clapping in unison gets louder. PRL starts moving his fingers. He sits up, still in the chinlock. He then gets to his left knee. PRL then starts shaking his fists. CUBAN WALL See? Told ya. PRL slowly stands up, still in the chinlock. But that soon ends when PRL elbows Christian Wright in the gut. He then does it again! And again, breaking the chinlock! PRL then charges forward, bouncing off of the ropes, right into a punch to the stomach from Christian Wright! That is enough to bring Tha Puerto Rican to his knees! COACH That ended before it started! Wright takes a moment to catch his breath, and then nails PRL with an uppercut that knocks him down! COLE What an uppercut from Christian Wright! CUBAN WALL Dang! COACH Yeah! Wright takes a deep breath, and then charges forward, kicking PRL in the stomach! PRL clutches his stomach in pain as he rolls out underneath the bottom ring rope. Wright stops to catch his breath some more. COLE Christian Wright standing tall right now! CUBAN WALL He won’t be for long! COACH ????????????? CW grabs Tha Puerto Rican by his head as he’s getting up. PRL stands on the ring apron. CW holds PRL’s head back against the top ring rope. Earl Hebner warns Wright to let go of PRL by the count of 5. Wright looks at the referee, and then looks at Mackenzie DeCenzo, who nods her head yes. Christian smiles evilly and then punches PRL in the face, knocking him back down onto the ring apron! COACH Great move! CUBAN WALL God, you are pathetic, P.R.! COLE Huh? CUBAN WALL I mean, Go, P.R., Go! Christian Wright walks away as Earl Hebner scolds him for what he just did. “P.R.!” “P.R.!” Christian Wright goes back to PRL, picking him up--PRL headbutts Wright in the gut! He then punches Christian Wright in the face a few times, before spitting into his left hand, and knocking him down with a punch! PRL looks at the crowd, and then jumps up onto the top ring rope, and then springboards off of it, doing a 450 Splash right onto Christian Wright! COLE The San Juan Jam! We haven’t seen that move in ages from Tha Puerto Rican! CUBAN WALL PRL pulling out all of the stops tonight! COACH Oh no! Tha Puerto Rican has Christian Wright cover, hooking his right leg. Mackenzie DeCenzo is freaking out on the outside. Earl Hebner counts. 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICK OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PRL picks CW up. CW scratches PRL in the eyes! He then hits Puerto Rican with an European Uppercut! He then hits Puerto with another European Uppercut! He then hits PRL with a third European Uppercut--NO!!--PRL ducks the European Uppercut and grabs Wright’s arms to give him a backslide! ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! CUBAN WALL YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! YOU STILL CAN’T PIN CHRISTIAN WRIGHT!? COLE Whoa! You seem annoyed right now! CUBAN WALL You’re damn right I’m annoyed! Both PRL and Christian Wright get up at the same time. Wright meets PRL with a LARIATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! CUBAN WALL OH FOR CRIPES SAKE! Mackenzie applauds Christian from the outside. Christian stops to catch his breath. PRL lies on the mat, spread eagle, breathing hard, his eyes glazed over. MACKENZIE DECENZO PIN HIM! PIN HIM! PIN HIM! CUBAN WALL GET THE HELL UP PRL! STOP PLAYING GAMES! Christian looks over to Mackenzie, who tells Wright to continue the attack. So, the Financial Analyst gets up, and then grabs Tha Puerto Rican, picking him up in the process. Wright shoves PRL into a corner. He taunts P.R., and then punches him in the face! He then punches PRL in the face again! And again! And again! And again! And again! And again! He keeps punching Tha Puerto Rican, even further weakening him. COLE Christian Wright won’t let up! He’s beating the hell out of Tha Puerto Rican now! CUBAN WALL Oh come on! You can’t even fend off Christian Wright! What kind of a World Champ are you!? COACH FINALLY you’re starting to make some sense! Earl Hebner warns Christian Wright to stop punching Tha Puerto Rican, which he eventually does, letting Tha Puerto Rican just slump onto the mat again. COLE Christian Wright punched Tha Puerto Rican into oblivion! CUBAN WALL This is ridiculous! No wonder Popick took over The Lightning Crew! COLE Hey, aren’t you rooting for PRL? CUBAN WALL I am…that’s why I am SO upset right now! COLE Ooookay. PRL is groggy. Christian Wright sneers at Tha Puerto Rican, and then kicks him in the stomach several times. Wright then picks the dazed OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion up, grabs him by his left hand, and then whips him into the opposite turnbuckles. PRL hits the turnbuckles back-first HARD! PRL stumbles forward, right into a punch in the stomach from Christian Wright! Wright then bounces off of the ropes, and delivers a spinning neckbreaker to The People’s Champ! Wright covers Tha Puerto Rican. Earl Hebner counts. COACH This is it! ONE! TWO!! THR--KICKOUT!!!! COLE Kickout at 2.999999999999999999999! CUBAN WALL That’s a lot of nines. COLE We gotta take our last commercial break! We will be right back right after this! Christian Wright yells at the referee as we head into commercial. FADE OUT * COMMERCIAL BREAK * We return from commercial break with Christian Wright applying another chinlock on Tha Puerto Rican. The chinlock has weakened PRL and caused him to fall onto the mat. Wright has a serious look on his face while applying the chinlock on the OAOAST Champion. Earl Hebner checks on PRL while the crowd roots PRL on. COLE Back on HeldDOWN~!, Christian Wright still in control of Tha Puerto Rican, applying another chinlock on The Great One. CUBAN WALL He’s not so great. COACH Thank you! PRL’s eyes are closed. COLE Christian Wright maintains his control over Tha Puerto Rican! CUBAN WALL Oh come on! PRL isn’t moving. The crowd is starting to worry. Earl Hebner makes the count. 1... 2... LEFT SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!!!! CUBAN WALL He got lucky there. COACH Yeah. CW is stunned that PRL’s left arm is in the air. However, Christian wenches the chinlock tight, and PRL’s left arm slowly falls back down to the mat. Earl Hebner makes the count again. 1... 2... LEFT SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHRISTIAN WRIGHT UGH! COME ON! COLE PRL is watching the ref. CUBAN WALL He’s taking advantage of the situation like he always does. The little sneak! COACH Good. You’re back to normal now! Tha Puerto Rican starts moving his feet. The crowd starts cheering loudly. PRL’s left arm is still in the air. The crowd gets louder and louder. PRL sits up, still in the chinlock. He is still moving his feet. Puerto gets to his left knee, still in the chinlock. PRL then gets to a vertical base, still in the chinlock. Tha Puerto Rican hits Christian Wright in the gut with an elbow. He then hits Wright with another elbow to the gut! He then hits Christian Wright with several Rock-style punches to the temple! Punch. Punch. Punch. NOW KISS THAT LEFT~! Punch! Christian backs into a corner. Once there, he kicks PRL in the stomach, grabs him, and then the two switch places with PRL getting hammered by Christian Wright in the turnbuckles. HOWEVER, Tha Puerto Rican grabs Wright, and the two switch places again, with PRL hitting CW with more Rock-style punches to the temple! COLE Tha Puerto Rican is back in control! COACH WHAT!? PRL grabs Christian Wright by his left hand and gives him a whip into the opposite turnbuckles--Christian Wright reverses--PRL hits the turnbuckles. PRL stumbles forward, Christian Wright kicks PRL in the stomach and then grabs him. COLE He could be going for the Stockmarket Crash here! COACH Yeah! NO!!! PRL escapes, and hits Christian Wright with Rock-style punches to the temple! Punch. Punch. Punch. Spit. Punch! PRL grabs Christian Wright by his left hand, and then gives him an Irish whip into the ropes--Christian Wright reverses--PRL bounces off of the ropes, Christian Wright goes for a clothesline, Tha Puerto Rican ducks the clohtesline, charges forward, bounces off of the opposite ropes, charges forward again, leaps up, and nails Christian Wright with a Flying Forearm! COLE Flying Forearm from Tha Puerto Rican! KIP-UP~! COLE Tha Puerto Rican back up again! CUBAN WALL FINALLY! COACH NO! The crowd comes alive! PRL looks over to Cuban Wall, sneers at him, and then turns back to the match. Tha Puerto Rican gives Wright a shaky leg kick, and then picks him up, just so he can slam him back down onto the mat, causing the crowd to cheer louder. COLE Here we go! COACH Oh damn! CUBAN WALL Good. Tha Puerto Rican makes sure that Christian Wright is in position before exiting the ring and climbing the top rope. PRL climbs to the top turnbuckle and then removes his left elbow pad and throws it into the crowd. COLE He’s going for it. CUBAN WALL Just do it already! Quit stalling! COACH COME ON CHRISTIAN! GET UP CHRISTIAN! PRL positions himself on the top rope. He then stands up straight before leaping off of the top rope…doing the “Up yours!” hand gesture in mid-air…and then dropping his left elbow into the heart of Christian Wright! The crowd cheers! COLE The People’s Elbow Drop! The People’s Elbow Drop on Christian Wright! PRL takes a deep breath, and then covers Wright. Earl Hebner counts. 1... 2... 2 ½ 2.99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 RIGHT SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COACH Yes! COLE No! CUBAN WALL Shouldn’t have stalled, P.R.! COLE Wall, your former leader almost pinned Christian Wright right there! CUBAN WALL But he didn’t! And that’s the important thing! COACH You gotta give Christian Wright a lot of credit! PRL has thrown everything but the kitchen sink at him, and he STILL survives! CUBAN WALL I know! He’s not on his “A” game today! What’s up with that!? PRL stares at Cuban Wall. He then gets up, still staring at Wall. P.R. picks Christian Wright up. Mackenzie looks on, worried. PRL grabs Wright by his left hand and then whips him into the opposite ropes. PRL puts his head down, so Wright bounces off of the ropes, stops in his tracks, and grabs PRL, placing him in between his legs. COACH Look at this! Christian Wright looks at Mackenzie, and then grabs PRL, lifting him up into the air for a Powerbomb…which Tha Puerto Rican reverses into a Hurricarana! HOWEVER, CW reverses the pinfall attempt into one of his own! 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICK OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COACH He got him! COLE No he didn’t! CUBAN WALL Clearly I made the right decision abandoning PRL last year. Both men get up at the same time. Christian Wright quickly pokes PRL in the eyes! The OAOAST Starbucks™ Double Shot Instant Replay shows Christian Wright’s Powerbomb attempt into the hurricarana followed by the reversed pin. CUBAN WALL PRL CLEARLY isn’t the same guy that he was a few years ago! COLE You’re right. Some might say that he is better! CUBAN WALL Those people would be wrong. The PRL of 2005 wouldn’t have let somebody reversed his Hurricarana like that! COLE No, but he would have someone like you interfere in the match by now! CUBAN WALL Yes he would. And I would have gotten the job done. Unlike him. Back to live action with Christian Wright punching PRL in the face in a corner. Wright then grabs Puerto by his left hand and then whips him into the opposite turnbuckle. PRL grabs the top ring rope before crashing into the turnbuckle and leaps up. Christian Wright charges forward, and stops himself from crashing into the turnbuckle himself. As he does this, PRL lands on his feet right behind Wright. Wright turns around. *KA-POW~!* SWEET CHIN MUSIC ON CHRISTIAN WRIGHT~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111 COLE The Sweet Chin Music! The Sweet Chin Music connects on Christian Wright! COACH AAH! CUBAN WALL Go for the cover! Go for the cover! PRL looks at the crowd. “THAT’S IT!” “YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COACH Oh crap! CUBAN WALL Stop posing and do it already! COLE Tha Puerto Rican with all of the momentum now! The crowd cheers loudly. Tha Puerto Rican gets into his predator position for the P.R. Nightmare. He waits for Christian Wright to get up. Mackenzie tries to warn Wright of his impending doom. COLE PRL looking for the P.R. Nightmare here! COACH Please don’t hit it! CUBAN WALL COME ON AND GET IT OVER WITH! CW rolls onto his stomach. PRL stares at Wright, growing impatient with how long it is taking for him to get up. COACH Christian! Look out Christian! Christian Wright pushes himself up to his hands and knees. COLE PRL is going for it! PRL is going for the P.R. Nightmare! COACH Christian, you gotta get out of there! Christian Wright crawls around the ring. PRL is itching to do the P.R. Nightmare. CUBAN WALL Why must you always do it this way!? COACH Oh no! Christian Wright gets to his right knee. Mackenzie is freaking out on the outside. COLE Will Christian Wright suffer a P.R. Nightmare for the first time in his career? COACH I hope not! Christian Wright slowly starts to get up. COLE We could be moments away from the P.R. Nightmare, guys! COACH & CUBAN WALL WE KNOW! COLE Geeze. Sorry! The crowd is at a fever pitch. Christian Wright slowly gets to a vertical base. Mackenzie DeCenzo tries in vain to warn Christian Wright of the P.R. Nightmare. Tha Puerto Rican is hunched over, ready to deliver his finishing move. COLE Here it comes! COACH Oh no! COACH JUST DO IT! Christian Wright is at a vertical base. He wipes the sweat off of his forehead, takes a deep breath, looks around the crowd, and then turns around. Mackenzie DeCenzo yells. KICK WHAM P.R. NIGHTMA--NO!!!!!! CHRISTIAN WRIGHT ESCAPES~!!!!!!!! COLE Oh my~! COACH YES! CUBAN WALL Crap! Christian Wright kicks PRL in the stomach. CW then grabs PRL. COACH Stockmarket Crash! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THA PUERTO RICAN ESCAPES~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111 KICK WHAM P.R. NIGHTMARE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111111111111111111111 “YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE P.R. Nightmare! The P.R. Nightmare on Christian Wright! COACH Oh no! CUBAN WALL Yes! Tha Puerto Rican glares angrily at Cuban Wall, and then covers the knocked out Christian Wright, hooking both legs. Mackenzie DeCenzo can only watch, crushed, as Earl Hebner makes the count with the crowd counting along. 1... 2... 2 ½ 2.9999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* (11:32) “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE Another victory for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion! COACH No! “Know Your Role 2000” starts playing over the P.A. system. Tha Puerto Rican sits on the mat, staring angrily at Cuban Wall. The crowd cheers loudly. Christian Wright continues lying knocked out on the mat. BUFFER Here is your winner…the One And Only AngleSault Thread Heavyweight Champion of the wooooorrrrlllllllldddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd…THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! Earl Hebner hands Tha Puerto Rican the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt. PRL still sits on the mat, looking at the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt. He then looks at Cuban Wall. COLE PRL with an impressive victory over Christian Wright here tonight! Cuban Wall stands up and applauds PRL with a cocky smirk on his face. Cole and Coach look on puzzled. COACH Uh… COLE Um… CUBAN WALL All right, P.R.! All right! Woo-hoo! You did it, boss! Just like in the old days! Way to go! WOOOOOOO! COACH Did you take acid before coming out here? Cuban Wall continues applauding Tha Puerto Rican while Tha Puerto Rican just glares angrily at Cuban Wall. COLE Well…Tha Puerto Rican…(trying to speak over Cuban Wall’s clapping)…managed…to pick up a hard fought win against…Christian Wright…and now…he…will…Oh I can’t do this! Wall, stop it! Cuban Wall is still applauding PRL. Tha Puerto Rican mutters angrily at Cuban Wall in the ring. He points a menacing finger at Wall. COLE This has certainly been an interesting night here on HeldDOWN~! Especially with our main event! COACH You don’t have to tell me twice. Cuban Wall is still applauding PRL. PRL looks at Wall, and then stands up. Tha Puerto Rican heads to a second turnbuckle and raises the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt in the air with his right hand while he “smells the electricity” ala The Rock. The crowd cheers loudly. PRL then stares at Cuban Wall. PRL does the McMahon SNEER~! on the second turnbuckle. P.R. gets off of the second turnbuckle and does the same Rock pose on the opposite second turnbuckle. The crowd cheers some more as “Know Your Role 2000” continues playing. Cuban Wall finally stops clapping. CUBAN WALL All right, enough of this charade. Tha Puerto Rican got lucky beating Christian Wright tonight! Just because he was able to escape the Stockmarket Crash doesn’t mean he’s the superior wrestler! He just got lucky! Just like how he got lucky at School’s Out, and just like how he’s been lucky his entire freakin’ Title reign! COACH NOW he is back to normal! Phew. Thought that he went insane for a second there! COLE So, why did you come out here and pretend to root for PRL then, Wall? WALL Because I felt like doing it. Duh. What other reason do I have to have? COACH Yeah. He’s 6’7” 285 pounds. Let him have some fun if he wants to! WALL That’s right, Coach! I can do what I want when I want! And what I want now is something that Tha Puerto Rican currently has! COACH I hear you loud and clear, Wall. COLE I think Tha Puerto Rican hears you loud and clear too, Wall. WALL He damn well better. Tha Puerto Rican gets off of the second turnbuckle. He stands in the middle of the ring and glares at Cuban Wall. He then does the HBK muscle pose while holding the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt over his right shoulder and smiling. The crowd cheers. PRL then turns around and does the HBK muscle pose while holding the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt over his right shoulder and smiling again for the other side of the arena. He does it for the two other sides of the arena as well. PRL then looks at Wall again. He mutters something, and then calls for a microphone. Mackenzie DeCenzo helps Christian Wright back up the entrance ramp. COLE Tha Puerto Rican is victorious here tonight on HeldDOWN~!, but he is not done yet, it seems! COACH What does he want now? Can’t we go without hearing his annoying high-pitched voice for one week!? Tha Puerto Rican receives a microphone from a ringside attendant. He thanks the ringside attendant. He then stares at Cuban Wall. CUBAN WALL (sarcastically) Oh, I’m SOOOOOO scared! Cuban Wall does the Scott Hall “wiggle fingers” taunt. COLE You know very well that Tha Puerto Rican can run his mouth with the best of them, Wall. CUBAN WALL Third-rate Rock ripoff. COACH HA! HA! Tha Puerto Rican slings the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt over his right shoulder. He has the microphone in his left hand. He is breathing hard, sweating, and tired from his match. But he still has a look of ANGER on his face as he stares down Cuban Wall from the ring. PRL starts pacing back and forth inside of the ring. THA PUERTO RICAN All right. Cut it. “Know Your Role 2000” dies down. The crowd cheers loudly. Tha Puerto Rican paces back and forth inside of the ring with a serious expression on his face. PRL adjusts the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt over his right shoulder. He brings the microphone to his lips. THA PUERTO RICAN Cuban Wall… “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Cuban Wall stares at Tha Puerto Rican with a cocky smirk on his face at Sofa Central. THA PUERTO RICAN Let’s cut the crap, Wall. I’ve known you for a long time, and you and I BOTH know that you are not out here to have a front row seat! COLE He’s right, you know. COACH Shush. THA PUERTO RICAN And it’s nice to see that they make PRL T-shirts in Extra-Extra-Extra-Extra-Extra-Extra-Extra-SWEET CREAM ON AN ICE CREAM SANDWICH YOU’RE A FAT BASTARD-Large! The crowd cheers. Cuban Wall just stares at Tha Puerto Rican. COACH Hey. THA PUERTO RICAN There is clearly an ulterior motive for you being out here, so spit it out! What exactly brings you out here right here tonight in Indianapolis, Indiana. (CHEAP POP~!) Cuban Wall chuckles. COACH Well, tell PRL what’s on your mind, Wall! CUBAN WALL You bet your ass I will. Cuban Wall removes his headset and places it down on the top of the announce table. He then grabs a microphone that is placed near by. CUBAN WALL Heh, heh, heh. PRL, I can’t believe that you STILL haven’t gotten it! What more do I have to do!? Weren’t the asskickings that I gave you last week AND the week before that enough of a message to you? I guess not. Well, P.R., to put it quite simply: for almost three months now, you have been walking around with stolen property. That’s right. I’m talking about the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt. The belt that SHOULD belong to me! COLE What? WALL (CONT’D) I won the 2008 Lethal Rumble Match, and as we all know, the winner of the Lethal Rumble Match goes on to OAOAST AngleMania to face the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion in the main event. And for some reason, that DIDN’T happen this year! Oh no, instead, you went ahead, you STOLE my Title shot away from me IN A MATCH THAT I WASN’T EVEN INVOLVED IN, and then you took your stolen Title shot all the way to OAOAST AngleMania VII where you defeated Stephen Joseph Popick to win your first World Heavyweight Title! “YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE It’s true. Cuban Wall is just stating the facts! WALL EVERYTHING that has happened to you over the past three months SHOULD have happened TO ME! *I* should have been in the main event of OAOAST AngleMania VII! *I* should have won my first World Heavyweight Title! *I* should have had a celebration with all of my friends while confetti and balloons fell from the sky! THAT SHOULD HAVE ALL BEEN ME! But you, being the same selfish little BASTARD that you always were and always will be, you decided that someone else couldn’t have the spotlight! You decided that someone else’s time shouldn’t have come! No, it had to be YOU! It HAD to be YOU! Because the world revolves around Tha Puerto Rican! As a matter of fact, the whole universe revolves around Tha Puerto Rican because he’s just that awesome! *Cough* NOT! COACH It’s true. Cuban Wall is just stating the facts! COLE Oh come on. PRL won that Ultimate X Match against Spanish Fly fair and sqaure. COACH I would like to see videotape of that match again. COLE Oh please. CUBAN WALL Well, P.R., old buddy, old pal, what goes around, comes around. Karma has bitten you on your ass. In the form of me, Cuban Wall, kicking your ass all over this country! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” CUBAN WALL I have showed the world that I am the better wrestler, the better MAN PERIOD! And because of that, I feel like I should get a reward. Like that OAOAST World Heavyweight Title you’re holding right now. PRL Whoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoawhoa! Hold on there! So, this is all about me supposedly ’stealing’ your Title shot back in February!? Really!? Oh man, that’s just RIDICOLOUS, man! I won the Ultimate X Match, I got the Title shot, I won it, that’s it. No arguments. You agreed to the stipulations. You have no reason to complain. You put up your Title shot on the line. It’s your lost. Sorry. Buh-bye. Move on and get over it! CUBAN WALL The Title shot never should have been put up for grabs in the first place! EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT THE LETHAL RUMBLE WINNER AUTOMATICALLY GOES TO ANGLEMANIA TO FIGHT FOR THE OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! PRL Except for in 2003 and 2004. CUBAN WALL SHUT UP! The point is, *I* won WITHIN THE RULES. And the rules stated that I SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN A TITLE SHOT AS A PRIZE! AND I DIDN’T. PRL Excuse me while I play the world’s smallest violin. CUBAN WALL STOP WITH THE JOKES, P.R.! PRL Nah, they’re fun! WALL Fun? Well, it won’t be too much fun after I finish getting through with you! You want to have fun? Well, how about we have a match between you and I for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship? How much fun would that be? PRL Hmmm. Not something that I normally like to do, but what the hey! I’ll try anything once! CUBAN WALL All right then. How does a match at The Great Angle Bash sound? PRL Wow. And I needed an opponent for The Great Angle Bash too! Sweet! Now I have one! You got it! CUBAN WALL Okay then. And just so that there aren’t any excuses WHEN I beat you, let’s make our match special. Let’s make it…a NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH! No disqualifications, no countouts, no stopping the match for excessive blood loss. No NOTHING! Just you and I fighting each other and the first man to score a pinfall OR a submission wins the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship! How does THAT all sound to you!? THA PUERTO RICAN I don’t even have to think about it, Wall. I ACCEPT! The crowd cheers. COLE Whoa! How about that? Our main event for The Great Angle Bash has just been announced! Tha Puerto Rican vs. Cuban Wall in a No Holds Barred Match for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship! COACH Finally, justice will be served! At long last! THA PUERTO RICAN But hey, hey, hey, why don’t we give these people a little preview of The Great Angle Bash? Huh? How about it? Why don’t we show these people what they can expect at The Great Angle Bash? What do you say, Wall? The crowd cheers again. Cuban Wall chuckles. He has a cocky smirk on his face. COACH No! Don’t do it, Wall! Save yourself for The Great Angle Bash! COLE I wanna see a preview of what’s to come at The Great Angle Bash! Come on Wall! Get into the ring! COACH Don’t listen to Michael! He crazy! DON’T GO IN THERE! The crowd eggs Cuban Wall on. Cuban Wall looks at the crowd. He then looks at Cole and Coach. Finally, Wall looks at Tha Puerto Rican, who is motioning for Wall to “JUST BRING IT!” Wall chuckles again. WALL Well… Cuban Wall puts down his microphone on top of the announce table. He then removes his sunglasses and puts them down on top of the announce table. He then removes his gold chains and hands them to Coach. WALL Watch them. COACH Yes sir! The crowd is growing antsy. Cuban Wall slowly steps out from Sofa Central and walks around ringside. A HUGE “P.R.!” chant starts up. Tha Puerto Rican eyes Wall with a look of RAGE on his face. Wall laughs at PRL and then climbs up the ring steps. He talks trash to PRL as he climbs up the ring steps. COACH Here we go! This should be great! COLE A special preview of The Great Angle Bash main event starts-- Cuban Wall gets on the ring apron. He is still talking trash to PRL…when PRL rushes forward and punches Cuban Wall in the face! COLE --now! PRL punches Wall several times, but the punches have no effect on the big man! Cuban Wall enters the ring over the top ring rope and starts punching PRL himself! Tha Puerto Rican and Cuban Wall engage in a slugfest in the ring while the crowd goes wild! COLE Cuban Wall and Tha Puerto Rican duking it out 2 weeks before The Great Angle Bash! COACH Get ‘im, Wall! Get ‘im! COLE Could PRL be thinking about the Lethal Rumble Match? Could he be thinking about when Cuban Wall eliminated him to get the $1 million bounty on his head? COACH Who cares? KICK HIS ASS, WALL! Back and forth the two former allies go. However, soon Cuban Wall starts gaining the advantage! He starts punching PRL repeatedly in the face weakening the already weakened World Champion! COLE The fatigue is setting in! The fatigue from competing just a few minutes before! It’s affecting him! COACH If he was a REAL Champion, he would be able to fight even when fatigued! PRL is unable to get anymore punches in on Wall, but Wall is able to punch PRL as often as he wants to! The crowd boos loudly! Cuban Wall knees PR in the stomach, and then hits him with CLUBBERIN’~! THEY BE CLUBBERIN’~! forearms. COLE And Tha Puerto Rican just can’t fight back! He’s too tired! COACH If he can’t fight back now, what are his chances at The Great Angle Bash? In a No Holds Barred match? COLE Well, if this is any indication…we may have a new OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion in two weeks! COACH Thank goodness! Cuban Wall clubs PRL in the back of the neck a few more times. He then shoves PRL aside…and then grabs the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt off of the mat. Wall readies himself…and then charges forward… COLE Oh no. …Cuban Wall hits Tha Puerto Rican right in the face with the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt! Tha Puerto Rican turns inside out before dropping onto the mat! The crowd boos loudly. Cuban Wall laughs manically. COACH YES! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! COLE Tha Puerto Rican has been laid out by Cuban Wall! Again! COACH He’s doomed at The Great Angle Bash! Straight up DOOMED, yo! Cuban Wall continues laughing manically. Wall taunts the fans. COLE Cuban Wall has left a message for Tha Puerto Rican here tonight! COACH And that message is: that belt is MINE in 10 days time! I SO cannot wait for the start of the Cuban Wall Era here in the OAOAST! It is LONG overdue! Cuban Wall raises the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt into the air. The crowd boos louder than before. Wall parades around the ring holding the belt with Tha Puerto Rican’s name on the nameplate while Tha Puerto Rican lies on the mat spread-eagle, knocked unconscious. COLE Is this a look into the future? Is Cuban Wall the next OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion? COACH Yes! Yes! Oh Hell Yes! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! Cuban Wall looks at the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt with a serious expression on his face. He then chuckles. Cuban Wall drops the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt onto Tha Puerto Rican’s face. CUBAN WALL 10 more days, buddy! Cuban Wall laughs manically admist a LOUD chorus of boos. He continues laughing as he exits the ring over the top ring rope. Wall starts walking up the entrance ramp, making sure to not touch any of the fans as he does so. Tha Puerto Rican is still unconscious on the mat, the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt lying on top of his face. COLE Cuban Wall has laid out Tha Puerto Rican for the third week in a row. This does not speak well for Tha Puerto Rican’s chances in the No Holds Barred Match at The Great Angle Bash! What a Great Angle Bash this year’s show is going to be! Be sure to tune in on Sunday June 29th at 8:00 p.m. EST/5:00 p.m. PST to witness The Great Angle Bash 2008 featuring WarGames! AND the No Holds Barred Match for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship between the Champion Tha Puerto Rican and the challenger Cuban Wall plus MUCH more! But there’s still one more HeldDOWN~! left before The Great Angle Bash! So tune in next Thursday night at 8:00 p.m. EST/5:00 p.m. PST for the last OAOAST HeldDOWN~! before The Great Angle Bash! For Jonathan “Da Coach” Coachman, I’m Michael Cole saying so long from Indianapolis! And we will see you next week in Des Moines! Goodnight everybody! Cuban Wall continues walking up the entrance ramp with a cocky smirk on his face. The crowd boos loudly. Cuban Wall chuckles, and then goes back to having a cocky smirk on his face as he nears the entrance doors. Tha Puerto Rican is still lying on the mat spread-eagle and unconscious, the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt lying on top of his face. The camera does a close-up of Tha Puerto Rican’s OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt-covered face while the crowd continues booing loudly. This is the last image that we see before we fade to black and end this week’s edition of OAOAST HeldDOWN~!. FADE TO BLACK Edited June 25, 2008 by Ed Wood Caulfield Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
