Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2008 (edited) * DUN DUN DUN DUNNA, DUN DUN DUNNA * TV 14 L, V PRESENTED IN HD Across a river, over a bunch of mountains, through fields, sweeping past trees and bushes, hovering over the skyline of New York City, the OAOAST logo flies through the air...before sweeping down, brushing past an elderly man who seems understandably shocked to see six over-sized letters fly past him. The logo continues going, nearing a house...which luckily, a woman is leaving, meaning the logo can sweep through the open door, continuing on down the hallfway and into the living room where a young kid is sat on his computer. It sweeps past him, hitting the computer...which explodes with a flash, lighting up much to the kid's shock and delight. THE OAOAST...WHAT THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD IS READING~! In One Hour... 14,849 babies are born. 5,936 people die. 8,378 planes take-off in the U.S. 1.23 million passengers contemplate disaster. 9,166 times lightning strikes the Earth. 1,560 times you blink. You think of sex atleast 21 times. Cut to a montage of Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston clips. In One Hour... Their hearts will beat 7,320 times. They will lose 7 pounds. They will suffer more hits than a quarterback will in an entire season. And they will see their lives flash before their eyes. We see a quick (and I do mean quick) montage of the careers of Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston. CUE: FAST-PACED, HIGH IMPACT ROCK MUSIC~! We see another montage of Brickston and PRL clips. BRICKSTON (V.O.) For one hour... THA PUERTO RICAN (V.O.) For one hour... BRICKSTON (V.O.) I will punish you. THA PUERTO RICAN (V.O.) I will destroy you. BRICKSTON (V.O.) I will humilate you. THA PUERTO RICAN (V.O.) I will embarass you. THA PUERTO RICAN (V.O.) For one hour... BRICKSTON (V.O.) ...you will feel my wrath! THA PUERTO RICAN (V.O.) ...you will feel my hate! BRICKSTON (V.O.) For one hour... THA PUERTO RICAN (V.O.) For one hour... BRICKSTON (V.O.) ...you will know who is the best! THA PUERTO RICAN (V.O.) ...you will know who is Greatness Personaified! The fast-paced, high impact rock music ends. As does the montage of PRL and Brickston clips. In its place is a black screen. There is nothing but silence as the following words appear on screen in blue. AFTER ONE HOUR... THERE WILL ONLY BE ONE MAN... THERE WILL ONLY BE ONE CHAMPION The One & Only Anglesault Thread presents a double main event... OAOAST CHAMPIONSHIP Tha Puerto Rican vs. Brickston 3 ON 2 HANDICAP MATCH The Usual Suspects vs. Theodore Moneymaker, Christian Wright & Abdullah Nerdly Plus 7 more incredible matches! So crank up the AC. It's Angleslam!!! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! B O O M ~! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" LIVE! Alamodome San Antonio, Texas The fans are on their feet and screaming, many holding signs displaying their support or disdain for various OAOAST superstars. Then it's over to the guys at Sofa Central. COLE In front of a sold out crowd of over 65,000, welcome to Angleslam. Michael Cole and The Coach here with you for the next 3 1/2 hours, and Coach, what a card we have tonight. COACH The hell with the rundown. Let's get this party started! COLE And we're gonna kick things off with the Riverwalk Invitational battle royal, so let's go to Michael Buffer! Edited September 9, 2008 by Ed Wood Caulfield Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2008 (edited) *DING DING DING* BUFFER LLLLLLLLLLLLLadies and gentlemen...our opening match of the night here at AngleSlam from San Antonio, will be the Riverwalk Invitational 20-man battle royal! Rock Your Baby by George McCrae plays, as the lights go out and a massive disco ball lowers from the ceiling. The entryway then turns dark purple and fills with light smoke, as Vinny Valentine dances through the curtains, followed by Biff Atlas and Tony Tourettes. BUFFER Introducing the participants...coming to the ring at this time...PANIC AT THE DISSSSSSSSSSCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Including "THE DISCO DUCK" VINNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY VVVVVVVVVVALENTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNE!!!!! BIFFFFFFFFFFF ATLASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! TONYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY TOURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRETTESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! COLE And I'm being told now that Tony is actually a participant in this battle royal, so that takes care of one of the two unannounced names in this! Vinny slides into the ring and begins to dance as the lights come back on. Sweet Home Chicago hits, and Jumbo struts through the curtains, followed by Deuce Deuce Bigelow. COACH Whoa, wait a minute, did you just say that Tony Tourettes is in this battle royal? COLE That's what I was told from the back! COACH That guy's not a wrestler! What's he gonna do out there? BUFFER Introducing...JUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! following Jumbo...DEUCE DEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCE BIGELOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!! COLE Deuce with an impressive showing against Sandman9000 in a Heartland title match a couple weeks ago, and you have to figure him to have a good chance, as well as Jumbo due to their size! Easy Lover hits, and Rico de Janiero walks out, along with Sweet Lucius Soul. BUFFER RICO DE JANIERO and SWEET LUCIUS SOUL...THE MARDI GRAS HOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEWRECKINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG CREWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!! COLE Tough tag team in the MGHC, making their way out for the battle royal! The MGHC's exchange high tens with Vinny when they get to the ring. Tom Sawyer by Rush hits, and "After Hours" Felix Strutter makes his way through the curtains...followed by Denzel Spencer and Reggie Lamont! COACH What is this? The three slap hands with the fans as they come down the aisle. BUFFER Coming down the aisle...The CANNNNNNNNNNNN-JAMMMMMMMMMMMMMM CONNECTIONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! Featuring "AFTER HOURS" FFFFFFFFFELIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXX SSSSSSSSTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! DENNNNNNNNZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLL SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSPENCCCCCCCCCCCCCERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREGGIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMONT!!!!! COLE Well, apparently these guys sat down and talked things out after that big six-man tag on Syndicated, and now look to have formed a six-man unit of their own! And what talent in that trio! COACH Well, the Can-Jam Connection is what Buffer called them! Like the Angel hits, and the crowd gets to its feet for MEL and MARV. COLE And now a very talented duo, former World tag team champions on their way out! BUFFER MEL and MARV...THE CHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRISSSSSSSST AIRRRRRRRRRR EXXXXXXXXPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! MEL and MARV roll in and pose on the buckles, as No Chance in Hell plays, and Spanish Fly makes his way through the curtains, followed by Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua. COLE And here comes another couple of big ones in this group! BUFFER Members of the former Lightning Crew...first...SSSSSSSSSSSSSSPANISHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! CUUUUUBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!! MISTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORICUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! The three men climb into the ring, and Wall begins shadow boxing as Fix Up, Look Sharp hits, and the crowd pops bigtime for Jamie O'Hara. COLE And here comes the winner of the Land of Opportunity battle royal just last month! BUFFER "THE BIRMINGHAM BAD BOY" JAMIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO'HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! O'Hara jumps into the ring and starts jawing with Spanish Fly, as hits, and Nathaniel Black and Faqu make their way to the ring. COLE Members of Cucaracha International making their way to the battle royal! BUFFER Representing Cucaracha International...they are two-thirds of the OAOAST Six-Man tag team champions...introducing first, NNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHANIELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LL BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!! His partner, "THE SAMOAN WRECKING BALL" FAQUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!! COACH I think I gotta go with Faqu as the favorite here, Cole! There's a lot of big guys in there, but none of them as tough as this guy! COLE Faqu is definitely a guy you have to look at, but don't count out this man, making his return to the ring! "Come on God, Answer Me. For Years, I've Been Asking You Why? Why are the Innocent Dead and the Guilty Alive? Where is Justice? Where is Punishment? . . . . . . . . . . . Or Have You Already Answered? Have You Already Said to the World, Here is Justice. Here is Punishment. Here.... In Me." Punishment by BIOHAZARD starts up, and the crowd goes crazy as Brock Ausstin walks out and stops at the top of the ramp, and starts doing his "Happy Happy Hoss Dance~!" BUFFER Making his return to the ring after a four-month absence..."THE CURRENT BIG THING" BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROCK AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! Brock stalks to the ring, then hops onto the apron, and jerks back on the ropes, causing pyro to explode from all four corners. He then climbs into the ring and does his "Happy Happy Hoss Dance~!" COLE And all that's left is our one remaining surprise entrant. COACH It's not a surprise, Cole, it's the same goof who's a "surprise" in every battle royal we do! Black Sweat hits, and DESTRUCTICITY in the form of MISTER Warrior comes storming down the aisle. Buffer starts to make the announcement, but MISTER Warrior chases him out of the ring. *DING DING DING* MISTER Warrior runs to the ropes, and floors both members of the MCHG with a DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! He then levels Spanish Fly with a roundhouse right! Big chop for Cuban Wall! He then delivers chops to Faqu, which have little effect. Faqu grabs MISTER Warrior by the hair, and delivers a BIG headbutt, followed by a thrust kick, which sends MISTER Warrior backwards over the top to the floor! The crowd boos the early elimination. COACH MISTER Warrior collecting his paycheck for the night! Thanks for coming! Warrior then lets out a big roar, before running back to the locker room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1st elimination: MISTER Warrior eliminated: none eliminated by: Faqu ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Faqu is jumped from behind by Mr. Boricua, as Vinny and Biff go to work on Denzel Spencer, with Tony watching on from the outside. COLE Well, I was told that Tony was a participant here, but he's hanging out on the outside! COACH Shades of George "The Animal" Steele at WrestleMania IV! Reggie Lamont gives Denzel a hand, as Nathaniel Black and Felix Strutter slug it out in a corner. Meanwhile, Deuce ducks a clothesline from Mr. Boricua, and hits a DROPKICK, sending Boricua backwards over the top to the floor! COACH Whoa! COLE And there goes one of the big ones already, Mr. Boricua gone! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2nd elimination: Mr. Boricua eliminated: none eliminated by: Deuce Deuce Bigelow ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wall stomps away on Deuce on the mat, as Jumbo executes a DOUBLE NOGGIN KNOCKER on Vinny and Biff, then scoops Vinny up and dumps him over the top to the apron! However, as he attempts to bend over and push him off, Tony reaches up and grabs his shirt, pulling him to the floor! COACH COLE And Jumbo gone, courtesy of Tony from the floor! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 3rd elimination: Jumbo eliminated: none eliminated by: Tony Tourettes ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jumbo gets to his feet, and begins to chase Tony around the ring! Tony climbs inside, then runs to the other side and climbs over the top, then falls to the floor, eliminating himself! COLE And I guess Tony eliminated now, if he was ever in to begin with! Jumbo chases Tony all the back into the locker room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 4th elimination: Tony Tourettes eliminated: Jumbo eliminated by: himself ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Back to the ring, MEL and Spanish Fly hit Faqu and Brock Ausstin, respectively, with dropkicks, sending them backwards into each other, at which point they turn around and face off! COACH Oh, look at this staredown, Cole! The crowd starts to eat it up, as Faqu throws his arms up as if to say "come on!" The MCHG interjects themselves, and get tossed to the floor on opposite sides! COLE And both members of the Homewrecking Crew hit the showers! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 5th elimination: Rico de Janiero eliminated: none eliminated by: Faqu ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 6th elimination: Sweet Lucius Soul eliminated: none eliminated by: Brock Ausstin ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Faqu and Brock then turn back to one another, and move in closer, until Cuban Wall attacks Brock from behind. Reggie Lamont hammers away on Faqu, but Faqu shrugs it off and delivers a headbutt, then tosses Reggie to the floor! COLE Another one gone, Reggie Lamont! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 7th elimination: Reggie Lamont eliminated: none eliminated by: Faqu ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Strutter lands right on top of Reggie, via a backdrop! COLE And now Felix eliminated! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 8th elimination: "After Hours" Felix Strutter eliminated: none eliminated by: Faqu ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COACH And Faqu on a roll here, looks like my prediction may be coming true, Cole! Faqu grabs MEL and MARV by their heads, and delivers a MASSIVE headbutt, then tosses BOTH over the top at the same time! COACH WOW! COLE And Faqu IS rolling here! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 9th/10th elimination: The Christ Air Express eliminated: none eliminated by: Faqu ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On the other side of the ring, Biff and Vinny attempt a double suplex on Brock, but Brock blocks, then powers out, and clotheslines BOTH to the floor! COLE But not to be outdone, Brock Ausstin sends Panic at the Disco packing! Fly attempts a flying bodypress, but Brock catches him, then moves him up to his shoulders, and executes an F-STUNNER-5 to the floor, right down on top of PATD! COLE A two-man show here in the 20-man battle royal! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 11th/12th elimination: Panic at the Disco eliminated: none eliminated by: Brock Ausstin ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 13th elimination: Spanish Fly eliminated: none eliminated by: Brock Ausstin Left in ring: Brock Ausstin, Cuban Wall, Denzel Spencer, Deuce Deuce Bigelow, Faqu, Jamie O'Hara, Nathaniel Black ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE And just like that, we're down to seven men left! Wall drives a BIG BOOT~! into the face of Brock, as Black goes after Spencer, but gets attacked by O'Hara. Meanwhile, Faqu and Deuce engage in a slugfest in a corner! COLE Two big guys going at it here, who's going to blink first? Faqu gets the better of the slugfest, then scoops up Deuce for a big bodyslam! COLE And look at the power of the Samoan Wrecking Ball! Faqu lets out a yell, as Denzel leaps HIGH off the top and catches him with a bodypress! COACH Wow, did you see how high he got, Cole? Brock then grabs Denzel as he celebrates, and sets him up for the F-STUNNER-5~!!!!!11111, but Denzel slips behind Brock, then turns him around and grabs him around the neck, leaping up and putting his knees into his face, and falling back, driving them into Brock's face! COLE And a nice facebuster there, too! Wall then grabs Spencer from behind and tosses him over the top, but Spencer hangs on, and skins the cat! Wall sees this and makes his way over, but gets headscissored by Denzel! Wall is upside down on the top rope, when Jamie O'Hara flies over with a seated dropkick, sending him to the floor! COACH Oh no! COLE Cuban Wall eliminated! Down to six! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 14th elimination: Cuban Wall eliminated: none eliminated by: Denzel Spencer, Jamie O'Hara ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COACH That's got to be an upset, Cole, I mean, Cuban Wall actually WON the Lethal Rumble match this year, he had to be a huge favorite coming into this! COLE Well Coach, as you know, anything can happen in one of these matches! O'Hara goes after Faqu, but Faqu sends him to the apron! He withstands a couple shots to Faqu, and fires some back! COLE Look at Jamie O'Hara fight here! Faqu seems to be backed off a bit, but suddenly Black delivers a big running knee to O'Hara, sending him to the floor! COACH WHOA~! COLE And Nathaniel Black, with a BIG knee strike, eliminating Jamie O'Hara! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 15th elimination: Jamie O'Hara eliminated: Cuban Wall (co) eliminated by: Nathaniel Black ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COACH Could be a big night for Cucaracha International here tonight! Deuce hammers away on Faqu some more, as Black goes to work on Brock. Deuce makes the mistake of trying to headbutt Faqu, and takes a thrust kick to the mush, sending him into the ropes, then Faqu charges in with a clothesline, sending Deuce to the floor! COLE Deuce is gone! Faqu dominant here in this battle royal! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 16th elimination: Deuce Deuce Bigelow eliminated: Mr. Boricua eliminated by: Faqu Final Four: Brock Ausstin, Denzel Spencer, Faqu, Nathaniel Black ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COACH Final Four time, baby! Faqu and Black get together in a corner, while Spencer offers his partnership in the form of a handshake to Brock, who accepts. COLE And it looks like we're gonna tag off here! The four men move in, and Black and Faqu swing first, Denzel and Brock duck, and deliver right hands! Faqu and Brock brawl into a corner, while Denzel backs Black in and fires off rights, as the crowd counts along! 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! 4!!! 5!!! 6!!! 7!!! 8!!! Faqu approaches the corner, having got the better of his slugfest, but Denzel senses him coming, and flies back with a bodypress! COLE Look at Denzel go! However, Black makes his way over to Denzel, and pulls him off with the CROSSFACE CHICKEN WING~!!!!!11111 COLE Black with the crossface on Denzel Spencer! Faqu gets to his feet, and lays the boots into the open Denzel, then, as Black releases the hold, gives Brock another stomp, before joining Black in tossing Denzel to the floor! COLE And Denzel Spencer, a great effort, but he is eliminated! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 17th elimination: Denzel Spencer eliminated: Cuban Wall (co) eliminated by: Faqu, Nathaniel Black ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE And now we're down to three! COACH And Brock is in big trouble! Brock gets to his feet, and looks across at the smiling Black and at Faqu, who is ready for battle as always. COLE It's Brock Ausstin, in his return to the ring, in there against two members of Cucharacha Internacional! COACH Two of the reigning six-man tag champs, no less! Black and Faqu move in on Brock, who begins throwing right hands at both men! COLE But look at Brock fight the odds! However, Faqu interrupts with a thrust to the throat, then holds him for some big strikes from Black. COLE Brock wide open right now for Nate, who is known for his striking ability! Faqu and Black then set Brock up on the ropes, and attempt to dump him! COLE And Brock could go right here! However, Brock manages to deliver some big blows to the back of Faqu, and gets himself down, but Black rakes the eyes from behind. Black then holds Brock for Faqu, who lays in some chops and a headbutt. The two set up Brock on the ropes, and whip him across, but Brock ducks a clothesline, and floors them with a double clothesline of his own! COLE Brock right back once again! Brock starts to deliver some rights to Black, then goes for a big right, but Black ducks...which allows Brock to see Faqu coming with a kick, which he ducks, and Faqu drills Black! COACH Oh no! COLE And Faqu flooring his own stablemate with that thrust kick! Faqu looks down for a second, but Brock spins him around, and executes an OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY~! COLE BIG suplex from Brock, to the Samoan Wrecking Ball! As Black works his way to his feet, Brock whips Faqu into a corner, but Faqu bounces right out, and hits him with a Vader-esque body attack! Black then approaches Faqu...and slaps him right across the face! COLE Look at that! COACH Oh, come on, you guys! Faqu stalks Black around the ring, then traps him in a corner, and executes two big headbutts! COACH I don't believe this! Faqu then scoops Black up in a fireman's carry and tries to dump him, but Black goes to the eyes. Black slides down, and Brock charges with a clothesline. Black drops down, and Brock hits Faqu with the clothesline, sending him to the floor! COLE FAQU IS GONE! COACH Nooooo! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 18th elimination: Faqu eliminated: MISTER Warrior, Rico de Janiero, Reggie Lamont, Felix Strutter, The Christ Air Express, Deuce Deuce Bigelow, Denzel Spencer (co) eliminated by: Brock Ausstin left in ring: Brock Ausstin, Nathaniel Black ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The crowd cheers loudly, as Black ambushes Brock from behind, desperately throwing forearms and right hands, then backing into the ropes, and going for a clothesline... ...but Brock ducks, and lifts him for the F-STUNNER-5~!!!!!11111 ...Black slips off, and goes for the CROSSFACE CHICKEN WING~!!!!!11111 ...but Brock spins out, and executes an OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY, sending Black over the top, right onto Faqu on the floor! COLE THAT's IT! Brock Ausstin has won the battle royal! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 19th elimination: Nathaniel Black eliminated: Jamie O'Hara, Denzel Spencer (co) eliminated by: Brock Ausstin ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ****************************************************** WINNER: Brock Ausstin eliminated: Sweet Lucius Soul, Panic at the Disco, Spanish Fly, Faqu, Nathaniel Black ****************************************************** Brock walks around the ring, clenching his fists out to the sides while letting out a big yell. BUFFER The winner of the battle royal..."THE CURRENT BIG THING" BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROCK AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! COACH I can't believe what just happened, Cole! Cucuaracha Internacional looks like they have it under control, and then a little in-fighting costs them the match! As Brock continues to celebrate, Faqu is trying to get back into the ring, as Black holds him back. James Blonde also comes out in his street clothes to hold back the Samoan Wrecking Ball. COLE Faqu wants back in there, but the match is over now! What a return by Brock Ausstin here at AngleSlam, the winner of the Riverwalk Invitational battle royal! Right now, Josh Matthews is telling us to cut to the back, Josh, are you there? The camera cuts to the parking lot, where a limo pulls in, and the Deadly Alliance climbs out, as the crowd in the arena boos. Josh makes a beeline for Reject. JOSH Yes, I'm here, Michael, and I've been waiting since Thursday to talk to you, Reject! Reject looks at Josh and sighs, then looks up at the rest of the DA. REJECT I'll catch up. Reject then looks back down at Josh. REJECT All right, little man, get it out of your system. JOSH I don't get it, Reject. What has been going through your mind lately? The things you've put everyone through...the way you hospitalized Molly Nerdly, the way you assaulted Megan Skye, the pain you've put Maggie and Leon through...have you ever thought about any... REJECT Stop right there, little man. JOSH It's Jo... REJECT Shut up. That last part you said...it's really funny to me. It's really funny, because throughout this whole saga, throughout all the verbal assaults on me, "oh, Reject's gone nuts! This man's just sadistic!"...no one's ever thought about what I've gone through over the last month. No one's ever stopped to ask me how I felt, after being betrayed, after being misled, after having my heart jerked out, tied to a car and dragged down the street. You see, I've suffered just like they have, probably even more. So, why did no one question their motives? Can you answer me that? JOSH ... REJECT I didn't think so. *looks at camera* REJECT What did you think, Leon? That you were just gonna fluke your way to victory in the Money in the Bank, and then I was just going to fade away? I was just gonna walk off, and let you two have your little fairy tale ending? WRONG. This isn't over. It'll never be over. JOSH So, I take it, no regrets? REJECT Regrets. The only regret I have, is that Maggie was carted from the ring on a stretcher, instead of a MEAT WAGON. *crowd boos* REJECT And I know what you're going to say. I'm such an uncaring bastard. Well, let's take a look at your hero, Leon. Here's a guy who couldn't even be bothered to walk to a training room and check on his viciously beaten girlfriend! But hey, that's OK, he's Leon Rodez, Mr. happy-go-lucky! He doesn't care! Check the specs thread, RODEZ DOES NOT GET ANGRY!!!!!! Reject then stares down at Josh, before smiling and putting his arm around him. REJECT So tell me...who should we really cheer for here, Josh? Josh slowly backs away from Reject, then reaches his hand out. JOSH Can I have my mic back? Reject holds the mic out to Josh...who kicks Reject in the nuts and runs away! COLE ALL RIGHT, JOSH~! Reject gathers his senses, then gets up and starts to charge after Josh, but runs right into four well-timed security guards who move him off the scene. COACH Cheer him now, Cole, he'll be found floating down the Medina River by the time this night's over! Edited September 1, 2008 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2008 (edited) COLE Up next at AngleSlam, the match for the Women's Championship! Our broadcast colleague Josh Matthews is standing by with the challenger right now. Back at the AngleSlam interview set stands Matthews, with a very pre-occupied looking Jade Rodez. MATTHEWS Jade, we're just moments away from your shot at the Women's Title. Weeks and weeks of intensive training have gone into this match for you and this is it, it's all come down to this. Are you feeling nervous at all, having to step into the ring for a third time with Malaysia Nerdly, who you've never beaten before? JADE Uh... yeah, I mean... ya know, a little? Hehe. Jade rubs her hands together frantically to get her mind on something else, eyes wide. MATTHEWS Stupid question I suppose. Well you're sure to have the support of the thousands in the arena, the millions watching on Pay Per View, not to mention your mother Krista... Jade's hand rubbing gets ever more frenetic. MATTHEWS I'm not really helping, am I? JADE Not really no. MATTHEWS Okay, well I can see you're trying to stay focused so we'd best send it back out... "WOAAAAAHHHHHH GIRL!!" ...you know what, I'm not even going to try and explain why Alix Maria Spezia rides into shot on the back of a white horse and calls it to a stop, with the help of a just in-shot horse trainer. I'm just not even going to attempt it. The fact is, that's what happens, okay. No explanation either for the kilt she's wearing. She just is. Deal with it. JADE Alix!? ALIX The time of reckoning is upon us young warrior! Tonight is your chance to make history, history that will be spoken upon for many a moon to come! Days yore, the good people of San Antonioshire, they will speak of a young woman who showed courage, determination and what a good Los Angeles hairdresser can do for a person! For tonight, you will be a hero! You will defy all odds! For, Malaysia, the enemy. She may well take away folicles of your hair. She may well take a number of your teeth as souvenirs. And there's a pretty good chance that given the chance she'll take your innocence too, if ya know what I mean. But, Jade, SHE WILL NEVER TAKE OUR FREEDOM!!!! Or, uh, ya know, OUR WOMEN'S TITLE!!! JADE Alix... where did you get that horse from!? ALIX Well I didn't get it from Sears, that's for sure! Infact they were quite rude when I enquired with one of their members of staff about it. So fuck you Sears! It don't matter none, son, what's important is it's inspirational! You see a hot chick riding a big ol' horse, you sit up and you take notice of what they're saying, as the rude Sears employee I chased down a narrow alleyway will attest to. Don't tell me you've never seen Braveheart? JADE I saw a trailer for it when I was in high school. ALIX Really? Wouldn't that make me quite old then? Gee I don't like that one bit. JADE Uh... why are... you not wearing any, uh... any underwear? ALIX DUH! Because I'm Scottish! Isn't that right lads? For no reason at all (seriously, you want explanations, you're in the wrong damn place), The Last Kings Of Scotland walk by. DANNY BOY Aye lassie! SCOTTISH SCOTT Aye! ALIX Aye matey! Shiver me timbers and all that! See, now I get why those Scottish people in pirate movies say that. Because wearing no underwear is really making my timbers shiver something rotten right about now! I think I'm gonna go change real quick, you okay waiting here with my horse? JADE I've got my match. ALIX Oh, well, in that case maybe my below the belt nakedness'll work as a great distraction techniqu... JADE NO NO! Rush back and change, I can wait, really! ALIX Well if you insist. I mean, do you want to win this title or what? Sheesh! Alix jumps down off of the horse and the horse trainer takes it safely away, causing Josh to almost faint. JADE Wouldn't it have been quicker to take the horse? ALIX Jade, this is a public place of work, it's no place for an inhebriated woman with no underwear to be riding a horse! Very irresponsible of you to even suggest it. Just wait until I tell your mother, she'll be so proud of you! Ooh-hoo, an up-draft! With a big grin on her face Alix goes skipping off, leaving Jade to go back to dreading the worst about her match again. COACH What I wouldn't have given to have been that horse. COLE Okay, well, the Women's Title match will be coming up momentarily. While we've got a spare moment there's just time to remind you about our next Pay Per View offering on September 28th and that will be entitled Zero Hour, live from Cleveland, Ohio. Just four weeks away now, so start saving your money for that one folks. Not in a bank of course, that'd just be madness with the state of the economy in this country, just stick it all in an old sock or something. COACH Speaking of old socks... COLE There can be no good segueway out of that line, so let's just go up to the ring shall we? *DINGDING!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall... and, it is for the OAOAST WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP! "Boys call you sexy (What's up, sexy) And you don’t care what they say See, every time you turn around They screamin' your name Boys call you sexy (What's up, sexy) And you don’t care what they say See, every time you turn around They screamin' your name" The lights flash purple and often as "When I Grow Up" by The Pussycat Dolls hits, bringing out a familiar group of dancers onto the stage. Within the space of a week Jade has upgraded from solo entrance to her mother's trusty dancers all wearing identical cheerleader outfits to hers and launching into a high energy routine! Jade doesn't look any the less nervous for the company and doesn't even try to match the professionals around her, just smiling and waving as the dancers do their work. One person who does join in though is Alix Maria Spezia, arriving a little later, now fully clothed to the disappointment of many I'm sure. Unfortunately she obviously got the wrong memo and is dressed as a cowgirl instead of a cheerleader. Looking confused as to why the dancers aren't dressed like her, she soon forgets all about sartorial differences and launches in with them. COACH Boy, that was a quick wardrobe change. BUFFER Introducing on her way to the ring, the challenger. Accompanied to the ring by ALIX MARIA SPEZIA! She now resides in Los Angeles, California! The second generation starlet with a heart of gold... ladies and gentlemen, she is "LITTLE MISS CALIFORNIA"... JJJJAAAAAAADDEEEEEE... RRRRROOOOODDEEEEEEZZZZZZ - DDUUUUUUUUUNNCCAAAAAAAAAANN!!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" "When I grow up I wanna be famous I wanna be a star I wanna be in movies When I grow up I wanna see the world Drive nice cars I wanna have Groupies" Jade marches to the ring with a nervous look on her face, not in the mood for any dancing. Even more so than usual. She climbs up the ring steps and with a deep breath enters the squared circle, acknowledging the cheers and many signs wishing her good luck with a shy wave. COACH You know, the song says it all, "Be careful what you wish for cause you just might get it." Jade, I know Mommy chose your music for you and really it couldn't be any more inappropriate for you if she tried, but maybe you oughta take a listen and bail on out of here real quick. COLE Jade isn't bailing anywhere Coach. She's worked incredibly hard these past three or four weeks to prepare herself for this match, she wants to win this Women's Title more than anything, to carry on her part of the Duncan legacy. COACH Well that's sweet an' all, but Malaysia's not just beaten Jade twice before, she's completely and utterly squashed her both times! In five minutes or less! Maybe if Jade's spent those four weeks learning some new wrestling moves or how to take sadistic levels of punishment she might be okay this time. But from what I can tell, she's got a cheerleader outfit from a fancy dress shop, took a trip to Krista's hairdresser and played home invasion with her bestest best friends. And that's it. COLE She's done a lot more than that Coach. She's been learning from two of the very best, her mother and Alix Maria Spezia. Their methods might not be conventional but they're successful. The out-of-breath Alix belatedly makes it to the ring in Jade's corner, just in time as the sound of a whip cracking starts up "Wild Side" by Motley Crue. Jade takes a big cartoonish gulp as the mighty frame of the Women's Champion, Malaysia Nerdly, forms on the entrance way. Carrying her cat o' nine tails, Malaysia smiles to herself looking down on the ring, rubbing the main plate of her Women's Title. BUFFER And, introducing her opponent. Hailing from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. She is the ultimate combination of beauty and beatdowns... the reigning and defending OAOAST Women's Champion... MMMMAAAAALLLAAAAYYYYYSSSIIIIIAAAAAAAA... NNEEEEERRRRRRDDLLLLLLYYYYYY!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Malaysia cracks her whip on the floor in the aisle, unnerving a good number of the fans nearby. Not to mention Jade, who looks to Alix for a little moral support and finds her mother's girlfriend cowering behind the ring steps. COLE That is one sick pup right there. The Women's Champion, who has absolutely dominated the women's division since she showed up at Jock Mulligan's side months ago, to the point that Jade is the only female in the OAOAST who's agreed to face her in weeks, let alone requested it herself! Malaysia takes her sweet time climbing the ring steps, giving them a crack with the nine tails as well sending a metallic thud ringing out. From the outside, Alix points out Jade as the one who challenged her in hopes that she'll be left unharmed. Referee Charles Robinson quickly takes away the whip as Malaysia enters, taking the Women's Title belt as well and holding it overhead for the crowd. Before putting it outside he gives Jade a chance to look at it. COLE Here we go, can Jade finally slay the mighty Malaysia? *DINGDINGDING!* And with that the bell sounds. Jade looks nervous to leave her corner, as Malaysia leans back in hers with that same sick smile. COACH So, how long before Jade's forced to drop the Duncan name after she shames it again tonight? I give it a week to let the paperwork go through. COLE Why do you always have to keep bagging on Jade? She's just a sweet, simple girl from Grand Rapids, what's wrong with that? COACH Well, plenty if you ask Krista, else she wouldn't be doing this whole makeover thing. Jade gets the crowd clapping to try and boost a little confidence she's lacking, before the first tentative lock-up. However Malaysia has no interest in locking up and as she strokes her hand down Jade's newly styled hair, the freaked out challenger breaks away and scurries back to her corner. Alix is quickly called into action and with a mischevious smile, she imparts some advic-- JADE NO! Eww, oh my God, no, I'm not doing that! No! Shrugging, Alix walks off and tells Jade "fine, do it your way, prude" leaving us to only speculate what Alix's idea could have been. Shaking it off, Jade goes tentatively back to Malaysia and this time they do lock up. Malaysia immediately muscles her opponent back into the corner and pens her in. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" Malaysia gives a clean break, but only after having spent the five count staring into Jade's eyes and further unnerving her. Malaysia backs up and encourages Jade to come to her. And having had enough of being intimidated, Jade runs forward and smacks Malaysia across the jaw with an elbow strike! COLE Oh, there we go! What a shot by Jade! COACH And what little effect it had, look! Wiping at her jaw Malaysia continues to smile away, nodding her head to show that she likes it, she really likes it. Jade looks confused about what to do next at seeing this and runs in, connecting with a second elbow! More head-nodding is the only response she gets though. So Jade rushes past Malaysia and comes off the ropes looking for more momentum. But Malaysia's eyes suddenly light up at the last second, and with a gleeful look as if to say 'your turn', she cuts Jade off with a devestating clothesline!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH And that's the beginning of the end. How close to the end just depends on how long Malaysia's gonna drag this out. Which could be a while, because she's having so much fun right now. Jade holds her jaw and tries to crawl out of the ring, but is stopped by Malaysia placing her foot on her back. With Jade pinned down Malaysia then places her foot on Jade's hand and pushes up on the top rope, standing with all her body-weight on the hand causing Jade to scream in pain! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FI..." Break by Malaysia. Jade writhes around on the mat holding her hand and Malaysia takes a second to savour her moans of pain. COACH You think Malaysia's into cheerleaders Michael? COLE What sort of a question is that!? COACH I like to think she is. Ya know, so naive, so innocent, so unused to the pain that she adores. How horny must Malaysia be right now? COLE You're sick. Malaysia drags Jade back up and holds her in a one-hand chinlock, bringing her left arm around with a crushing forearm shot to the chest. As Jade drops to her knees Malaysia's smile suddenly disappears though, as she sees Alix on the outside eagerly waving her arms. Doing her best to ignore the distraction Malaysia picks Jade up, clubbing her with another forearm. Still Alix keeps waving though and Malaysia stops for a second. Before Alix can capitalise on the distraction though, Malaysia suddenly FISHOOKS Jade and shocks Alix into (momentary) silence! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FI..." Again Malaysia breaks on five, but gets a warning from the referee. She then turns back to Alix... to find The Hollywood Bad Girl waving her cat o'nine tails at her!! Malaysia's eyebrows furrow and she goes to confront Alix, only to stop in her tracks as Alix starts to grind seductively with the whip between her teeth! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Sending the San Antonio crowd into rapture isn't neccessarily tough. But Alix manages to do the tougher task, keeping Malaysia's attention transfixed on her. And it allows Jade to recover, turning around and delivering a PUNCH DOWNSTAIRS ON MALAYSIA!! The Women's Champion doubles over in shock and Jade forces her down into a roll-up... 1... 2... KICKOUT! COACH Di... did she just use a lowblow!? COLE That might be one way to pour some cold water on Malaysia's advances. And no prizes for guessing who taught Jade the virtues of that move. Malaysia looks angry now as she gets to her feet, even the elbow strikes of Jade not enough to make her smile about this pain. Firing four quick shots, Jade hits the ropes. This time she anticipates the wild swing of Malaysia and ducks her clothesline, coming off the far ropes and delivering a front dropkick on the run, catching Malaysia in the stomach. The force knocks Malaysia back into the ropes, Jade drawing off the cheers of the crowd as she comes charging in... getting backdropped over the top, but saved from a hard spill to the floor by Alix! Alix helps her back onto the apron, where Jade delivers an instinctive shoulder through the ropes. From there Jade looks a little lost, so Alix gives her a 'helpful' shove up over the ropes into a sunset flip... ...NO! Malaysia hangs onto the rope to block being taken down! ALIX Hey, referee, tell Melody to get her hand off the ropes! MALAYSIA I'm not Melody! ALIX Oh, okay Maggie... no no, wait, Mindy, right? Or is it Molly? No no, she's the chick with the camera... uh, no, don't tell me, it's on the tip of my tongue... err, Marvin? Monica? Maria? Makela? ...Abdullah!? MALAYSIA GRRRRR... IT'S MALAYSIAAaaaaaaa!! Malaysia forgets where she is and falls back into the pin! 1... 2... NO! Jade is up quickly and latches onto Malaysia with a sleeper hold. With pure brute strength Malaysia climbs to her feet anyway though and rams Jade back into the turnbuckles! COLE The power of this woman is unbelievable. COACH Malaysia is unbelievable. Even two on one, Jade is no match for Malaysia. Sitting Jade on the top turnbuckle, Malaysia grabs two handfuls of hair before YANKING her back down to the canvas! Jade lands with a thud and groans in pain, giving Malaysia the chance to get her bearings back. As soon as she does, she leaves Jade behind though, going to the outside in pursuit of Alix! The fans rise to their feet as Alix is ready for Malaysia, whip in hand brandished like a ninja weapon. But referee Robinson is able to get in between them before they can come to blows. Malaysia is ordered back into the ring, before Robinson takes drastic measures to get control and risks being lynched by the people of San Antonio as he THROWS ALIX OUT!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE I think the referee's had enough of Alix's distractions and this crowd doesn't like it one bit! But Alix is being sent to the back! COACH It's about time too. Take away Jade's safety blanket and let's see how tough she is! Alix tries to protest, tries to reason, tries to seduce Robinson with a sultry dance with Malaysia's whip. None of them are working though and Alix is banished to the backstage area. With her best puppy-dog eyes she sulks off, leaving Jade without any guidance as Malaysia stalks towards her in the ring. With no distractions to bother her, Malaysia picks Alix up by the wrist and pulls her into a knee to the stomach. By the hair, she again throws Jade hard to the canvas. Malaysia then delivers a big legdrop and covers... 1... 2... No! Realising all alone, Jade shows some fight and catches Malaysia in a casual moment with a punch to the gut. And another. But Malaysia just shrugs them off and clubs Jade in the back. Malaysia then delivers a backbreaker, before stretching the challenger out across the knee. "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" COLE Jade might not have Alix's moral support anymore, but she's got these thousands of San Antonians in her corner! COACH Oh good, maybe one of them knows a shortcut to the hospital. Fists clenched, Jade feeds off the energy and manages to get her knee up into Malaysia's chest. A second knee catches Malaysia a little higher. And a well placed third lands on the ear, allowing Jade to escape the submission. Her freedom doesn't last long though. Malaysia grabs Jade before she can get away and drags her away from the ropes, grabbing her in a waistlock and looking for a suplex. Jade kicks her feet frantically and refuses to be taken over, managing to counter with an unorthodox looking chin breaker! Straight back up is Malaysia though and she shoulder charges Jade, right back into a corner. Jade falls to a knee and Malaysia presses her throat against the middle rope. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" Malaysia whips Jade across the ring, charging in... and MISSING with a corner splash! COLE Now here's an opening! Can Jade capitalise? Hitting the ropes, Jade launches herself with a crossbody... CAUGHT! Malaysia catches Jade with ease and sends her flying with a Fallaway Slam!! "OOOHHHHHHHHHH!" COACH Well there's a surprise, she failed. Malaysia crawls over and covers... 1... 2... NO! Malaysia looks surprised at the kickout, but soon consoles herself with the fact she can dish out some more pain. She pulls Jade up, lifting her over her shoulder and tries to position her in the Gory Special. Jade struggles around trying to get free... but can't and is soon being stretched in all sorts of unnatural positions! COACH Oh yeah, she's got her on the rack now! You know she's got a rack down in the Nerdly family basement? What do you reckon she uses that for? COLE I dread to think. In immense pain Jade shouts out and brings the smile flooding back to Malaysia's face. Jade's face is etched in agony and referee Robinson is right there ready to call for the submission. But the crowd sense Jade is in trouble and increase their support again. And it seems to work. Malaysia lets Jade suffer for a few more seconds before starting to bend even further forward to apply even more pressure to the human rack. It looks like Jade is moments away from calling it quits with her spine being torqued to near breaking point. But she's doing this for Krista and something suddenly kicks in, Duncan DNA perhaps, as she lets out a loud groan... not of pain, but of exertion, fighting against the hold and arching herself back the other way!! Malaysia looks shocked and doesn't react in time to stop Jade, reversing the hold into a sunset flip pin... COLE COUNTER BY JADE! 1... 2... NO! Malaysia strikes first with a knee to cut Jade off at the pass. COLE And just as Jade was starting to get something going, Malaysia shuts her right back down. COACH Yeah, I mean, Jade's faring better than she ever has. Even I admit it's an improvement. But she's still no match for Malaysia! With a scowl Malaysia pulls Jade up onto her shoulders. Turning away from the ropes, she then DRIVES her down with a Powerbomb and stacks her on her shoulders for the pin... COACH That's it. 1... 2... KICKOUT!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" COLE NO! It's NOT it! This is Jade's night, this is the defining night of her young life and she's not about to go down without a fight!! COACH Alright, calm down dude. Malaysia grabs Jade and calls for the end, before hoisting her up again. Up on the shoulders Jade suddenly sparks to life though, raining down punches to the head. With Malaysia dazed, Jade then pushes herself forward AND DROPS MALAYSIA WITH A DDT!! COLE What a move! Jade with a counter, from the jaws of possible doom from that second powerbomb! COACH Where did she get THAT from!? COLE Take a wild guess! Both Jade and Malaysia are down and referee Robinson starts his standing ten count. The crowd are loud in trying to wake Jade up, seeing an opportunity for her. Jade stirs first to their excitement. COLE Come on Jade, make the cover! You can do it! And she does! 1... 2... NO! "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" "LET'S GO JADE!" Slow to their feet, Malaysia and Jade are both up at the same time. But it's Jade who's got the adrenaline rush and she strikes first, stunning Malaysia with some elbows. With all her strength she manages to whip Malaysia into a corner, before following her in with Double Knees~! Jade runs the ropes as Malaysia staggers out of the corner. The challenger ducks a clothesline and comes to a stop, catching Malaysia with the Gamengiri as she turns around! COLE Kick to the face, she could have it! Cover by an eager Jade... 1... 2... NO! COLE Again only two! But it seems like the longer this match goes, the more confidence Jade is feeling in herself and it's that confidence that's making all the difference, because the Women's Champion is on the ropes like we've never seen! Firing up again the challenger watches Malaysia to her feet, then paws her with an open left hand. Then paws her with an open right. With a guttural shout, Jade then pulls a 360... NO! Malaysia cuts her off with a boot. The Women's Champion then pulls Jade in and again signals for the end. COACH You were saying? COLE Could it be that devestating piledriver of Malaysia's? If it is, it's dream over! Malaysia elevates Jade up over her shoulder... but Jade kicks and struggles to escape down the back! Reaching back Jade tries to hook Malaysia up for a backslide. Malaysia refuses to go though and spins Jade to face her, shoving her back a step and delivering a HARD Yakuza style kick to the chest! Jade is almost turned inside out and Malaysia stacks her on her shoulders for the quick pin attempt... 1... 2... Kickout! COLE Malaysia has never had this much problem putting an opponent away, she's never encountered this much resistance before. And you have to wonder if she's getting frustrated. COACH Probably. She's had her fun, now it's time for Jade to slink off and lick her wounds. Stalking Jade, Malaysia charges and bowls her over with a clothesline. Jade is rolled right the way over this time and slumps sadly to the mat, on her last legs. MALAYSIA OVER! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" With handfuls of hair she then pulls Jade to her knees. With Jade's hair tearing at the roots she stops and savours the strands of blonde for a couple of seconds, before looking to finally finish Jade off. Reaching down she gutwrenches Jade and muscles her back up over the shoulder. COACH Here it comes. Malaysia carries Jade around and picks her spot, centre of the ring... ...but suddenly stops. In a last ditch effort to save herself Jade grabs a hold of Malaysia's hair and tugs away! Malaysia lets out a shout as it's her roots being tugged at for once, that shout soon turning into a moan of pleasure as the pain starts to sink in. But in this moment of pleasure, she finds herself distracted from the job at hand. After a few more tugs Jade starts to feel Malaysia's grip soften. And she's able to turn to her side a little. COACH Come on, drop her! Drop her already! COLE No, she's fighting it Coach, Jade is fighting it! COACH No, no! Malaysia finally realises what's going on and clamps her hands back together... but by now it's too late, as Jade pushes herself off of Malaysia's shoulder, still holding onto the hair of the Women's Champion... ...AND BRINGING HER DOWN WITH A REVERSE X-FACTOR!!!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH COLE THE MOVE! THE COVER? Jade even looks shocked for a second, before snapping to life to capitalise, jumping on top of Malaysia and hooking the legs... 1... 2... 3!!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE YES! YES YES, JADE DID IT, JADE WINS!!!! *DINGDINGDING!* In shock and elation Jade slaps her hands to her face and climbs to her feet, looking at the referee as if waiting for him to shake his head and say it was only two. But instead Robinson raises her hand in victory and Jade starts to jump for joy around the ring! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the contest... and the NNEEEEEEEEWWWWW OAOAST WOMEN'S CHAMPION... JJJAAAAAADDEEEE RRRROOOOOOODDEEEEEEZZZZ - DDUUUUUUUUUNNCCAAAAAAAANN!!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE What a scene in San Antonio! A year ago Jade Rodez broke from the shackles of The Enterprise! And on this night, after a year of heartache and upheaveal, Jade has done what no other woman could do, she has beaten Malaysia Nerdly and she has won the OAOAST Women's Championship! Absolutely unbelievable! Do you believe in miracles!? COACH Well, I didn't, but... this is a miracle alright! Jade is handed the Women's Championship and she clutches it in her arms, close to tears. Her celebration is cut short by Malaysia Nerdly getting to her feet, holding the back of her head and raging. She rages at no-one in particular though as Jade and the referee are quickly out of the ring and out of harm's way down the aisle. Still wide-eyed in disbelief, Jade raises the title over her head and lets out a relieved shout, cheered wildly by the crowd. COLE This is a fantastic moment and I'm so pleased to be a part of it. After all Jade has gone through, tonight she's done her mother Krista proud. The Duncan name is in safe hands Coach! COACH Yeah, yeah, whatever. COLE And she crammed all your taunts down your throat, didn't she? COACH Yeah, take it easy, okay? Nobody likes a gloater. In her celebration Jade raises the title belt one last time to the crowd before she disappears through the curtains and gets backstage. Tired, she walks weakly. But she suddenly gets a burst of energy as she sees Krista backstage waiting for her, running over and jumping into her mother's arms in delight. Alix looks like a third wheel for a second and joins in the hug as well so as not to feel left out. COLE It's a Duncan family celebration at AngleSlam! Jade, Krista and Alix's hug continues... ...as we cut away, into the locker room of The In Crowd, to see none other than LEON RODEZ watching all this on a TV monitor. With hands on hips, Leon wears a glum smile on his face as he rests a hand on the TV set watching her niece's celebration. Behind him, Zack Malibu walks by and stops with a look of concern. ZACK You okay man? LEON ...huh? Yeah... yeah, I'm great. Why wouldn't I be? Leon turns the TV set off as we.... Cut backstage to Josie Baker's office, where Josie has just hung up the phone. JOSIE Come in! Thunderkid and Reject walk into the office. JOSIE Ah, I've been expecting you two. We've got some things to discuss. REJECT Damn right we do. Did you see that little wimp announcer take a cheap shot at me? JOSIE First, watch your language when you talk to me. Second, I did see it, and I will take it up with him later. So don't worry about that. Just worry about your three opponents in that tag match later... TK Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up. What do you mean, three opponents? It's just us, the Blonds and D*LUX! JOSIE I'll get to that later. But as for you, Reject, you should be thankful you're not sharing a prison cell with Bohemoth right now! REJECT JOSIE You better get your shit together, or I will have it done for you, do you understand? REJECT (pause) *sigh* Yes. JOSIE Now, go get ready for your match. TK But what about... JOSIE Later! TK and Reject get up and leave the office, as Josie looks on. Edited September 2, 2008 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2008 COLE Standing by right now, filling in for our regular broadcast colleague Tony Brannigan, who of course has the assignment of being the special guest referee in one-half of tonight’s double main event, here’s Terry Taylor. COACH Hey TT, you ought to feel right at home with your interviewee, being a cock and all. Dressed in a western themed tuxedo, we find Terry at our backstage interview position. TAYLOR Gee, a Red Rooster joke. How original. I bet you spent all night thinking of that gem, huh, Coach? COACH My, aren’t we feisty today, although I guess Krista being nowhere around has something to do with it. TAYLOR Even if Krista was here I’d put her in her place for making a stupid joke like yours. COLE Terry, behind you, it’s Krista! TAYLOR (startled) Krista?! The GLADDiator’s name alone is enough to cause an irregular heartbeat for Terry... COLE & COACH …but it turns out to be an angry MR. DICK, his brand spanking new “100% Pure Penetration” t-shirt (available now on OAOASTShop.com!) knotted to display his heavily oiled rock hard abs. TAYLOR (hyperventilating) Oh, Mr. Dick, it’s only you. MR. DICK (agitated) Shut up, rooster! I’m in no mood to do an interview after what just happened out there. Jade Rodez...YOU ARE A CHEATER! All you did throughout the match was cheat, and don’t think I didn’t see you pull the tights at the end. TAYLOR MR. DICK I guess that’s all your mother could teach you since it seems the only thing the modern day woman knows how to do is have abortions, spend their man‘s hard earned money and then cheat on them. But enjoy that sweet smell of success tonight, girl, because I promise you it won’t be long until the ultimate combination of beauty and beatdowns regains what is rightfully hers, the OAOAST Women‘s Championship. TAYLOR Mr. Dick, if I may… MR. DICK No you may not. The only person who is going to do the talking here is me. And what I have to say is directed towards Baron Windels, or the Original Lone Star Gunslinger as some have taken to calling him. I’ve told him for weeks that, like the defenders of the Alamo, the Alamodome would be his last stand. Win (yeah, right), lose (highly likely) -- or draw (unlikely), we’re through after tonight, you hear me? But I’ll give credit where credit is due, Taylor. Baron Windels has been a worthy adversary, one sided as our feud was. What he lacked in brains was made up in toughness. No matter how bad somebody beat the shit out of him, he’d always keep coming back for more. Though one story ends tonight, another begins. Because after tonight I’m headed straight to the top. You needn’t worry about the future though, Baron, because if you ask nicely enough I might consider reforming our team in between all my World title defenses to help you earn some desperately needed income! Cock-a-doodle-along, Taylor. It’s time for me to show Baron Windels yet again that the cream always rises to the crowd, or on his face! TAYLOR Mr. Dick exits. TAYLOR Mr. Dick is headed out to the ring and so are we. Michael Buffer, take it away! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the TEXAS BULL ROPE MATCH~! "YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" "My Dick" penetrates the sound system(!), but it’s a less than pleasurable experience for Mr. Dick. The Human Hard-On welcomed by a partisan crowd of 65,000-plus, golden pyro raining from the ceiling. BUFFER Introducing first, weighing a hard 242 pounds, the man once the toast of the town. A local high school football legend who returns home a villain... MMMISSSSSSSSTEEEEEERRRRR DICK! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Mr. Dick has the camera focus on his oversized belt buckle of an arrow pointing downward at his crotch where a red heart is strategically placed. COACH Look at that heart throb, Mikey. There lies the heartbeat of America, and the world for that matter. COLE It’s come as you are, fans, and Mr. Dick certainly did. Not sure if I agree with his choice of wardrobe, but I’m not hip with the culture so what do I know? Right now, let’s send it over to Terry Taylor with the Lone Star Gunslinger. Same backstage area, same OAOAST correspondent. Only the person at Terry’s side has changed. TAYLOR Baron Windels, the moment has finally arrived. The Gunslinger removes his shirt to reveal the welts and bruises on his back, the result of Thursday night’s attack, and then exits. TAYLOR I guess that says it all, fellas. Baron Windels means business. Back to you. "Thriller" by Fall Out Boy is cued and the crowd ERUPTS. BUFFER And his opponent, who tonight seeks to settle the score with his former tag team partner. Hailing from San Antonio, Texas, and weighing 265 pounds... “THE LONE STAR GUNSLINGER” BAAAAAROOOOOOONNNNNNNN WINDELS!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" The Lone Star Gunslinger bursts out of the saloon and towards the ring, only to be restrained by wrestling’s only true senior official Clem Buzzlefoxer. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” COLE Mr. Dick better send Clem Buzzlefoxer a thank you note after the show because he just saved his life. COACH It’s not a street fight, Cole, it’s a bull rope match. Both guys need to be joined by the wrist before the match can begin. Old man Buzzlefoxer was only doing his job. He’s not one of these activist referees. “BARON!” “BARON!” “BARON!” The atmosphere is electric as Mr. Dick re-enters and is the first strapped to the bull rope. But when it comes time to secure Baron Windels, the Human Hard-On charges forward and leapfrogs the hunched 84-year-old official…but the Lone Star Gunslinger moves and Mr. Dick crashes into the corner! "YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE There goes the cowboy hat. * DINGDINGDING * COACH And there goes the bell. Baron keeps Mr. Dick isolated and unloads from the second rope, his fists taped. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10! Mr. Dick stumbles out of the corner and receives a BULLDOG! Then Baron participates in masochistic activity, WHIPPING the hide off Dickzilla! "YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Whip him! Whip him like a dog, BW! Mr. Dick reaches forward and dumps Baron over the top, but the Gunslinger lands on the apron and connects with a TOP ROPE LARIAT! Once again flat on his back Mr. Dick finds himself in a vulnerable position. Fist cocked, BW drives the COWBELL… MR. DICK …into the canvas, nobody home after Mr. Dick rolls outside. There he yanks hard on the rope, sending Baron flying out under and into the steel guardrail! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The Human Hard-On pulls his custom-made STEEL CUP out from his tights and BASHES the Lone Star Gunslinger! COACH That’s really using your head. COLE I beg your pardon? COACH Just think about that one for a few seconds. It’s real sophisticated material. Now covered in crimson, Baron is subjected to a brutal lashing, which includes having his Stewie Griffin t-shirt stuffed down his throat! COLE Baron’s homecoming is turning into a nightmare! “BARON!” “BARON!” “BARON!” Bordering on sadism, Mr. Dick is among the thousands chanting Baron’s name. Hands bloody, Mr. Dick almost loses his grip as he drops BW sternum-first on the guardrail. But disaster strikes when Mr. Dick attempts to ram Baron into the ring post, as it’s blocked and he’s the one posted instead! "YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" The ROAR grows LOUDER as Mr. Dick struggles to his feet drenched in blood! Seeking refuge, he tries to hightail it across the ring forgetting he’s tied to the bull rope, so Baron reels him in and starts wailing away! COLE Baron Windels has been on record stating his goal is to beat some sense into that narcissist and he’s doing just that. His arm beginning to tire from all the whipping, Baron CHOKES Mr. Dick with the bull rope! COACH Oh, no, not again. COLE This is payback right here. Mr. Dick sinks to an all-time low in order to escape, ripping off Clem Buzzlefoxer’s WOODEN LEG to use as a weapon!!! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” COLE What a no good dirty rotten son of a…! COACH I certainly hope that‘s what I think it is. Otherwise Mr. Dick is all walk and no cock. And I never knew Clem had a fake leg. Good for him to still have wood at his age. COLE It’s a little known fact Clem Buzzlefoxer lost a leg fighting in World War II, a traumatic experience he rarely speaks of. Freed after whacking Baron over the head several times, Mr. Dick stomps the Lone Star Gunslinger’s groin with the leg, then flings it back to its rightful owner and, JUST BEING A DICK, delivers another low blow! “YOU SUCK!” “YOU SUCK!” “YOU SUCK!” Grinning from ear to ear, Mr. Dick covers Baron while performing one-handed pushups. COLE What an egotistical jerk he is. Hopefully it won’t end like this. Clem reattaches his leg and makes the count. ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! "YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Now Baron’s the one who ought to send Clem a thank you note after the match, because Mr. Dick had it won right there. There was no rush for Clem to reattach his leg. It’s not like it was an ear or anything. He could’ve -- and should’ve -- waited to put that thing back on. Mr. Dick hammers Baron with the COWBELL, then whips him across and uses the BULLROPE to deliver a clothesline! The cover. ONE… TWO… No, Mr. Dick isn’t done yet. Shaking his head, the Cocky Prick sets for a DISCUS PUNCH…but Windels ducks and reels in Mr. Dick to feed the DEVIL’S ADDICTION! Though he could easily go for the pin, Baron wants more time to beat some sense into his former partner. A move that proves to be a mistake as Mr. Dick lands the COCK SHOCK out of nowhere! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ONE… TWO… Kickout. And not a very strong one at that. Mr. Dick hangs Baron in a toe of woe and then heads outside, where he places the Gunslinger’s neck in a makeshift noose and cranks back! COLE Mr. Dick is trying to choke the life out of Baron Windels! COACH And because this isn‘t your normal match he doesn‘t have to break. If Baron passes out he obviously can’t continue. Brilliant move on the part of Mr. Dick. “BARON!” “BARON!” “BARON!” Fueled by the crowd, Baron manages to free his legs and removes the bull rope from around his neck. As he crawls towards the center of the ring, Mr. Dick comes off the top with a FLYING ELBOW, popping to his feet immediately after to boast. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Suddenly…A HANDFUL OF TEXAS DIRT TO THE EYES! "YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH Germ warfare?! There’s no place for that in this world. Cowbell assisted Cowboy Bebop elbow rattles Mr. Dick, and the MYSPACE COMEBACK knocks him off his feet! The cover. ONE… TWO… NO! Like Mr. Dick earlier in the match, Baron decides he wants to dish out more punishment, setting his physically exhausted former partner on the top for THE SUPERPLEX! ONE… TWO… THREE! "YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" NO, KICKOUT!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" BARON COLE What have I done Baron Windels must be thinking. He had the match won, but his pursuit of a harsher sentence may have opened the door for Mr. Dick to walk free. Soaked in blood, Baron verbally berates himself for a lapse in judgment, allowing Mr. Dick to come up behind with a CHOP BLOCK! COACH We can officially shut the door on whatever chance Baron had of winning this one after his brain fart a few minutes ago. There’s no question who really carried the Lone Star Gunslingers now. Looking to finish off Baron in spectacular fashion, Mr. Dick tries to HOGTIE him, but the Gunslinger fires back and then delivers a COWBELL NUTSHOT~!!! MR. DICK COLE Dickzilla? More like dickless after that. Baron stares Mr. Dick in the eyes, and then serves up a BRIGHAM YOUNG COCKTAIL DDT! A pin attempt is the last thing on his mind, however. The Lone Star Gunslinger wanting to end the match with his signature BUTT BUMP (BITE MY SHINY METAL ASS)! Now the cover. ONE... TWO... THREE!!! * DINGDINGDING * BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner... BAAAAAROOOOOOONNNNNNNN WINDELS!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" His arm raised in victory, Baron stands over Mr. Dick and… BARON (looking down in disgust) TELL ME HOW MY ASS TASTES?! ...following a choice remark SPITS on him! COACH (sarcastically) Great sportsmanship right there. The OAOAST must be real proud to have somebody like Baron Windels on its roster. COLE You damn right it is. That young man exemplifies everything this great sport is about, unlike your buddy who just got defeated. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted August 29, 2008 (edited) Backstage, the Burrough Boys are preparing some illegal drugs. MARIANO Yo dog, you think we got lit Thursday, y'all jus' wait 'til later tonight! It's gon' be off the HOOK! The phone rings, and Luther puts it on speaker. LUTHER 'Sup? VINNY VALENTINE (doing a gritty voice) Yo momma's so stupid, she thinks Judo is what you use to make bagels! WALDO ...nigga what? VINNY Sucka, yo momma's so black, when she steps in the car, the oil light goes on! LUTHER Nigga, Ima' bout ta protest yo' ass with a King Cobra and a Nigga Chaser! VINNY Hold up boy, don't get salty on me! It's your man Vinny! WALDO Aw, right on! Y'all ready for tonight? VINNY Hell yeah! You got that shit ready! QUINCY You know it, baby! VINNY All right, once again it's on like Donkey Kong! WALDO Yeeeah. Suddenly, Tony Tourettes bursts through the door, with Jumbo right on his tail. TONY GET YOU BALONEY TITS AWAY FROM ME! FATASS! All four Burrough Boys jump up in front of Jumbo, and eventually calm him down. MARIANO Yo dog, this our boy right 'chea! He ain't mean nothin', it's every man fo' hisself! LUTHER Here, try some'a dis shit! Luther runs a joint under Jumbo's nose, and the big guy smells what the boys are cookin, and starts to laugh along with them. Sweet Lucius Soul then opens the door. LUCIUS Is this the 5 o'clock free crack giveaway? MARIANO Naw nigga, we got da chronic right 'chea! Our boy V2's gonna have the white shit later, you feel me? LUCIUS Word! You know me an' Rico's in on that shit! MARIANO A'ight! Later tonight! Lucius shuts the door. MARIANO I told y'all this shit's gonna be off the hook! Waldo spots Tony chugging a large bottle of vodka, and snatches it from him. WALDO 'Ay dawg, leave some for all of us! TONY FUCK YOU! KISS MY ASS! BITCH! SUCK MY DICK! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS LOOK LIKE THE BLACK TELETUBBIES! Tony leaves the room, as the stunned Burrough Boys look on. Tony sees a waiter pushing a cart with various food and another bottle of vodka on it, and, rather than just grab the bottle like a composed liquor thief would, Tony instead shoves the poor guy hard to the floor from the side, knocking over his entire cart, then picks up the bottle. TONY See, I got more! The Burrough Boys laugh with Tony and Jumbo, patting Tony on the back as the camera cuts back to ringside. COLE And coming up next, the World tag team titles, on the line! Tables, ladders, and chairs, and you heard Josie Baker hint that there would be a fourth team in this match! COACH This is not right, Cole, sticking a fourth team in there on TK & Reject with just an hour or so notice! The main camera zooms in slowly, getting a shot of the World tag team title belts hanging over the ring. COLE And there you see the belts hanging high above the ring, the only way to win is to climb the ladder and grab the belts! "If you are what you say you are A superstar Then have no fear The camera's here and the microphones and they wanna know Oh oh oh yeah" by Lupe Fiasco plays, and the Beverly Hills Blonds make their way through the curtains. BUFFER The following contest is a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match, for the OAOAST World tag team championhsip! The only way to win is to climb the ladder, and retrieve the title belts hanging above the ring! Coming to the ring at this time...from Beverly Hills, California, at a combined weight of 460 pounds...representing the Enterprise...the team of NED BLANCHARD and SIMON SINGLETON...THE BEVERLYYYYYYY HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLSSSSS S BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNDSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! COLE And both of the challengers with scores to settle in this match with the champions, Thunderkid and Reject! You remember it was a little over three weeks ago when Reject hospitalized Molly Nerdly following a match, and then of course this past week, the heinous attack on a close friend of D*LUX, Maggie Nerdly! The Blonds slide in, and Ned flirts with some females ringside as Makes Me Wonder by Maroon 5 hits, bringing D*LUX to the ring amidst the sound of screaming females. BUFFER Hailing from Detroit and Auburn Hills, Michigan, respectively, at a total combined weight of 379 pounds...the team of Shayne Brave and Tyler Bryant...DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE * LLLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!! Shayne and Tyler stand at ringside and look up at the belts in the air, then climb into the ring and pose on the buckles. They then exchange trash talk with the Blonds, as by Kansas hits, and boos fill the arena, as the lights go out and the entryway is filled with yellow strobes and smoke. Thunderkid and Reject emerge through the smoke cloud, coming to a stop and looking towards the ring. BUFFER At a total combined weight of 485 pounds...representing the Deadly Alliance, they are the OAOAST tag team champions of the WORLD...The team of THHHHHHHHHHHHHUNDERKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIID and RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEJECT!!!!! TK and Reject slowly walk to the ring, then climb in as their music continues to play, and Josie Baker walks into the entryway. JOSIE OK boys...I told you earlier you were going to have three opponents tonight. Now, normally, I don't like these last-minute surprises...but I think these two guys really deserve a spot on this show...a spot that you two attempted to steal from them! COACH Who? JOSIE And what better match, than a Tables, Ladders and chair's match, to bring back this exciting tag team, your third opponents for the World tag team titles? As Josie is finishing her sentence, Shine by Collective Soul hits, and the fans go NUTS! COLE HEY! COACH Oh, you gotta be kidding me! The cheers only escalate, as Team Heyross enthusiastically bursts through the curtains! COLE IT'S TEAM HEYROSS! Team Heyross is BACK~! COACH Oh no, I can't believe this! I thought TK and Reject put these guys out for good! Reject and TK are in disbelief as Benjamin points to the ring, threatening the champs, then Team Heyross makes a mad dash for the ring! COLE You better think again, Coach! Team Heyross slides into the ring, and start exchanging blows with TK and Reject! *DING DING DING* COLE What a development here in the World tag team title match! D*LUX and the Blonds slug it out, as well, and take it to the outside, as Benjamin backs Reject into a corner, and Moss does the same with TK, and unload with right hands as the crowd counts along! 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! 4!!! 5!!! 6!!! 7!!! 8!!! 9!!! 10!!! Team Heyross then jumps down, and whips the champs into each other in mid-ring! Reject rolls to the outside, while Moss grabs TK in a front facelock, then lifts him for a suplex. Benjamin then backs up, and gets a running start, jumping up and putting his knees into TK's back, executing a LUNGBLOWER as Moss falls back to the mat! COLE And Team Heyross has been working on some new moves in their absence! TK rolls to the outside, as well, and Team Heyross pumps up the crowd, as the Blonds roll back in and are met with right hands. The Blonds are followed by D*LUX, and a three-way slugfest ensues, with Tyler and Quentin slugging it out, as well as Ned and Shayne, and Moss and Simon. TK sneaks back in with a ladder, and sets it up, then he and Reject begin to climb it! COLE And look, TK and Reject looking to sneak out of here! However, Tyler comes over and pulls TK down, and drills him with right hands, while Ned does the same to Reject. TK and Reject are sent to the outside again, as the Blonds and D*LUX go at it once again. A slugfest is won by the Blonds, then Simon whips Tyler into the ropes, and catches him with a back elbow! COLE Simon Singleton with a big elbow right there! Ned hops to the second rope, and hops off, into the foot of Shayne! Tyler then whips Ned into a corner, then folds up the ladder and tosses it into him! COLE Oh, Ned having that ladder literally thrown at him by Tyler Bryant! Tyler then grabs Simon and whips him into the opposite corner, as Shayne sets up a chair in the ring, then backs up and uses the chair as a springboard to deliver a STINGER SPLASH~! to Simon! COLE Big splash in the corner! Tyler then sets the chair up in front of Ned, and Shayne jumps off of it...but Ned throws the ladder back into his face! COACH Not that time! COLE Faceful of ladder for Shayne Brave! Charlie Moss rolls into the ring, and floors Tyler with a superkick! Quentin Benjamin rolls in with another ladder, holding it up longways, then rams the top of it into the face of Tyler! COLE And now Tyler tasting a ladder! Benjamin then rams the ladder into Simon's face, then props it up in a corner. Meanwhile Moss hammers on Ned in a corner, then sets up a double underhook suplex, landing Ned on the other ladder! COACH Jeez! COLE Ned suplexed onto that ladder by Charlie Moss! Team Heyross then sets up Simon, and Irish whips him into the ladder propped up in the corner! TK then rolls back in and levels Benjamin from behind, while Reject does the same to Moss! COACH And the champs just laying in the weeds, waiting for the right time to strike! TK & Reject then grab a ladder, then charge Moss and clothesline him with it! COLE A ladder clothesline from TK and Reject to Charlie Moss! Reject then chokes Benjamin with his foot, while TK lays the ladder across the bottom rope. Reject whips Benjamin into the ropes, and he and TK drop toe hold him onto the ladder! COLE Quentin Benjamin, face-first! Benjamin rolls to the outside, as TK and Reject set up a ladder and begin their climb. Meanwhile, on the outside, Tyler rams the face of Ned into the steel steps, then rolls inside and hammers Reject on the back, then yanks him off by his tights and climbs the ladder himself. He and TK both reach the top, and begin to exchange right hands, until Charlie Moss rolls back in and shoves the ladder over, causing both men to clothesline themselves on the top rope! COLE TK and Tyler Bryant hung out to dry by Charlie Moss! Ned then hits Moss with a clothesline from behind, sending him rolling back to the outside, then follows him out. Meanwhile, Tyler and Benjamin engage in a slugfest on the floor, which Benjamin wins, then rolls Tyler onto a table. He delivers some blows to the chest, but Shayne decks him with a chair from behind! Meanwhile, TK climbs to the top rope... COACH TK going for something big here, Cole! TK gets his balance, and executes a MOONSAULT, to the outside, onto Tyler on the table! COLE A moonsault to the outside from TK, driving Tyler Bryant through that table! Meanwhile, in the ring, Reject floors Charlie Moss with a chairshot, then sets up the chair on his ankle. COLE And now Reject with that chair on the ankle of Charlie Moss, we've seen him try to do this in recent weeks to Bohemoth and last week to Maggie! Reject climbs to the top rope...then JUMPS DOWN ONTO THE CHAIR! COLE OH NO! Moss rolls to the apron holding his ankle, as Reject looks on. COLE Charlie Moss, remember he had that knee injury at the hands of the Deadly Alliance, and now he could have a broken ankle here, Coach! COACH Well, that's the risk you take in a match like this, especially involving someone in the state of mind Reject's in now! The referee pulls Moss to the outside, as Benjamin comes over to check on him. Another referee then comes out, and the two referees drape one of Moss's arms over their shoulders, and help him to the back. COLE How disappointing this must be for Team Heyross here, a surprise return and a chance to win the tag team titles here tonight, but those hopes look to be dashed right now! Benjamin slides back inside and grabs a ladder, then sets it up, as Shayne sets one up right next to him, and both men climb. The Blonds then make their way back in, with Simon climbing across from Shayne, while Ned climbs across from Benjamin. COLE But Quentin Benjamin going to try to do it on his own here! Two slugfests ensue atop the ladders, and Shayne manages to knock Simon back off. Benjamin knocks Shayne off right after, then rams Ned's face into the top of the ladder...before taking him off of it with a BULLDOG~! COACH Oh no! COLE A bulldog from the top of the ladder! TK and Reject then come back, and climb each ladder side-by-side. However, as they get to the top, Simon grabs a hold of Reject's ladder, and Tyler grabs a hold of TK's ladder, and both ladders are pushed over, with both men straddling the top rope and falling to the floor! COACH The two then set the ladders back up, and each climb one side, while Shayne and Ned climb each side on the other ladder. Slugfests ensue, and then Tyler and Simon both grab each other by the hair, and jump off, both clotheslining themselves on the ropes! Meanwhile, Ned sets up Shayne, and suplexes him off the ladder! COLE This is like a carwreck out here! The crowd stands and cheers, both because of the effort the athletes are giving, and because Charlie Moss is seen slightly limping back out to the ring! COACH Uh-oh... COLE And Charlie Moss is coming back! He's not going to go down without a fight! Moss rolls into the ring, then positions one of the ladders, and begins to climb! COLE Charlie Moss, fresh out of the trainers room, is going to win the titles! However, TK comes back in and pulls him down, and Reject joins in. But Moss fights back with right hands! COLE Charlie Moss fighting off both tag champs here! Moss soon falls to the odds, however, then TK lifts him in a hangman's hold. COLE Big kick coming up! Reject measures Moss, and lays in a big roundhouse kick! Moss rolls to the outside, as the Blonds roll in and slug it out with TK and Reject. Simon knocks Reject to the floor, as Ned slides a bigger ladder inside, and sets it up sideways in the corner, and sets up a smaller ladder in front of it. COACH Uh-oh, look at this ladder Ned's bringing in! Ned then sets up a table, and hammers away on TK, forcing him onto the table. He then climbs the small ladder, as Simon climbs the big one. COACH Oh, look at this! Both men reach the top of their ladders, and execute a ROCKET LAUNCHER TO THUNDERKID, THROUGH THE TABLE~! COLE A ROCKET LAUNCHER! A Rocket Launcher to TK, from the top of that huge ladder! HO-LY SHIT~! HO-LY SHIT~! HO-LY SHIT~! HO-LY SHIT~! As Simon and TK lay in the table wreckage, Quentin Benjamin slides in with a chair, tossing it to Ned, then superkicking it into his face! COLE And Team Heyross not done yet, either! However, Reject comes in with a chair of his own, and delivers a huge shot to the back of Benjamin! COACH Neither is Reject! Shayne then slides in, and is met with a chair right to the head! COLE Oh my God, Shayne Brave, that sickening thud of that chair right to the skull! Reject then sets up the chair in mid-ring, and drags Shayne over by the hair, then picks him up and delivers the EULOGY THROUGH THE STEEL CHAIR~!!!!!11111 COLE/COACH Reject looks on as Shayne lays unconscious on the mat, then sets up a ladder and begins to climb, but Ned grabs him from behind, and pulls him off on his shoulders. Meanwhile, Tyler climbs to the top rope, and executes the MERRY TYLER GORE SHOW~!!!!!11111, to Reject off of Ned's shoulders! COLE And Tyler with the Merry Tyler Gore Show to Reject, as Reject was on Ned's shoulders! Tyler gets to his feet, then Ned charges in with a clothesline, taking both men over the top to the floor! Meanwhile, Shayne is sitting in a chair being looked over by EMTs. COLE And Shayne Brave being checked for a possible concussion here following that vile chairshot and Eulogy through said chair! Tyler wins a slufest with Ned, then picks apart the announce table. COACH Uh-oh... COLE Tyler Bryant picking apart our table here at ringside... Tyler then grabs a chair, and hits Ned over the head with it, causing him to roll onto the table, as Shayne emerges from his chair and grabs another big ladder from underneath the ring! COLE And Shayne Brave, the possibly concussed Shayne Brave, looks like he's going to climb the ladder here! Shayne makes his way slowly up the ladder, gets his balance on top...and DROPS AN ELBOW ONTO NED THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE~! COLE Shayne from 86 feet in the air, driving the elbow into Ned Blanchard, through our table! COACH ...what? COLE Don't blame me, that's what they tell me to say! HO-LY SHIT~! HO-LY SHIT~! HO-LY SHIT~! HO-LY SHIT~! Meanwhile, Simon is back up in the ring, and follows Tyler up a ladder. He delivers right hands, knocking Tyler back down to the mat, then hops down and props up an unfolded table in the corner. He grabs Tyler and rams his head into the table, the starts climbing the ladder again. Tyler comes to quickly, and climbs the ladder, as well. The two exchange blows once within range, but Reject slides in and pulls down Simon, while TK springs off a chair, and SPEARS TYLER THROUGH THE TABLE IN THE CORNER~! COLE A Spear by TK! Tyler Bryant right throught the table! As TK and Tyler lay out, Reject grabs one of the big ladders and tosses it over the ropes, right down onto the back of Charlie Moss! COLE And now Charlie Moss taking that ladder to the back! Reject tosses Simon to the outside, then follows him out and whips him into the steel steps! He then grabs the big ladder that Shayne had jumped off of previously, stopping to ram Quentin Benjamin in the gut with it, then propping it up across the entryway, on the guardrails. COACH What is this? Reject then sets up the other big ladder a few feet away from it, before throwing some chops at Moss, and laying him on the ladder. Reject then starts to climb, as the crowd buzzes. COLE Reject going for it all here on Charlie Moss! Reject reaches the top of the ladder, gains his balance, and goes for a SOMERSAULT SENTON~!... ... ...but Moss rolls out of the way, and REJECT GOES THROUGH THE LADDER, BREAKING IT IN HALF~! COACH OH SHIT~! COLE HE BROKE THE LADDER! A 30-foot ladder, broken in half, by a man's body flying through the air! HO-LY SHIT~! HO-LY SHIT~! HO-LY SHIT~! HO-LY SHIT~! COLE Look at the carnage! The camera pans around, catching Reject laying in ladder remnants, Tyler, Shayne, and Ned in table remnants, then back to the ring, where Benjamin hits Simon with a baseball slide, then grabbing one of the normal-sized ladders, as does Moss when he rolls inside. Moss puts his ladder over his head, resting it on his shoulders, while Benjamin holds his low, and the two size up TK as he gets to his feet, then move in, and execute a DOUBLE GOOZLE~! with the ladders! COLE Double goozle on TK, and look at who are the only two men left standing! COACH Oh, this can't be happening! Benjamin shoves TK to the outside, then the two set up their ladders right next to each other, and climb them on opposite sides. COLE Team Heyross climbing the ladders, with no opponents in sight! Benjamin and Moss reach up... COLE They're gonna do it! ...and GRAB THE BELTS!!! COLE YES~! It's over! And we have NEW World tag team champions! It's Team Heyross again! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen! The winners of Tables, Ladders, and Chairs...and NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW OAOAST tag team champions of the WORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLD...TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMM HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYRRRRRRRRRRRROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! Shine by Collective Soul plays, as Team Heyross jumps off their ladders and look at their newly regained titles, then embrace in mid-ring, before the referee raises their hands. COACH I can't believe it! COLE Well, believe it! Team Heyross is BACK, and they're BACK on top of the tag team division! What a shocker here at AngleSlam! Team Heyross re-ascends the ladders again with the belts. COLE Eight men came into this ring tonight and put their careers on the line, their bodies on the line, in the name of the World tag team titles! But the smoke has cleared... Team Heyross gets close to the top of the ladders, and raise the belts for the fans to see, as they applaud in approval. COLE ...and these two men, Team Heyross, are once again your tag team champions of the world! Team Heyross climbs down, and exits the ring, stepping around Reject, who is just starting to stir after going through the ladder, and raising their belts one last time before exiting into the locker room area. COLE Truly one of the memorable moments in AngleSlam history! And there's plenty more to come! Thursday nights are... Catch the #1 sports and entertainment program on television LIVE every Thursday night on TSM. Edited September 3, 2008 by alfdogg Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted September 1, 2008 (edited) Cut backstage, where Vinny Valentine and Biff Atlas sit in their locker room. VINNY Yo Biffster, it's about time to get Magic like a Johnson! You with us? Vinny sprinkles some stuff onto his index finger, and raises it up to Biff's face, which causes Biff to back away. BIFF I don't do that stuff, Vinny! Biff opens the door, just as Tony is taking a swig of vodka, and hits Tony, causing him to spill some on his shirt. TONY ASSHOLE! YOU MADE ME SPILL! BIFF Well, ex-cuuuuuuuuuse me, princess! TONY I'LL PUNCH YOU IN THE DICK! Biff walks out of the room, and Tony walks in, followed by the Burrough Boys and a gang of other wrestlers. Vinny and the BB's exchange pleasantries, and everyone begins to get in the festive mood, as we go back to the ring. DING DING DING!~!~ BUFFER "Ladies and Gentlemen! Our next match is a SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE, NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH! And is for the OAOAST INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!" CUE: "Bird Flu" by M.I.A. -The cheers are off the charts as their new favorite song kicks up, signaling the entrance of the special guest referee, Evelyn Maguire! The saloon doors swing open, and out she walks, looking very attractive in her short black shorts, knee high boots, and referee striped shirt. D-d-d-d-d-damn! She smirks as she stops just in front of the doors, looking out at the fans. She then begins her walk down the aisle, hands on her hips the entire way down. BUFFER "Entering First! Hailing from Galway, Ireland, but residing in Boston, Massachusetts...THE SPECIAL GUEST REFEREEEEEEE.....EVELYYYYYYYYYYYYYYN....MAAAAAAAAAGUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRE EEE!!! COLE Evelyn Maguire is in a tough spot here tonight, Coach! She has to referee the match between her flesh and blood, her brother, Colin Maguire, Jr. and her new BOYFRIEND, the Intercontinental Champion -The cheers grow louder as Evelyn slowly steps into the ring. She paces about, exchanging friendly words with Buffer. CUE: "The Rocky Road to Dublin" by The Young Dubliners -The cheers turn immediately into boos as the lights begin flashing green, gold, and orange. The saloon doors open slowly, revealing The Irish Golden Boy, Colin Maguire, Jr., clad in his traditional black hooded track suit. He jogs slowly past the saloon doors before stopping. He hops side to side, smirking out at the fans, before jogging down to the ring. BUFFER "Introducing first, the challenger...from Boston, Massachusetts...he weighs in at Two Hundred and Fifteen Pounds...THE IRISH GOLDEN BOY...COLIN! MAAAAAAAAAAGUUUIIIIIIIIRREEEEE....JUUUUUUUUUNIOOOOOOOORR!!" -The boos intensify as CMJ slides into the ring, unzipping his track suit and unsnapping his track suit bottoms as he stands to reveal a dark gold singlet, four leaf clover smack dab in the middle. He tosses the clothes to his sister, who just stands there and glares, letting the clothes fall to the mat. CMJ smirks as he continues warming up, anxiously watching the entrance way. COLE CMJ looks to be completely focused on the task at hand here, Coach. COACH Well, duh! In all my years of in ring experience, I ha - COLE Waitwaitwait...what in-ring experience? COACH ...I have found that if you aren't 100% focused on the match once you walk through that curtain - or in this case, saloon doors - then you have a 0% chance of winning the damn thing. COLE That's great, but what in-ring experience are you talking about? COACH ....The lights are dimming! CUE: "Rockers to Swallow" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs -The cheers grow insane as CMJ glares at the entrance way, a look of pure hatred. CMJ beckons towards it, smiling a sadistic smile as he does. Suddenly, the cheers amplify! Someone slides into the ring, carrying a title belt...It's - COLE JEREME GREY! COACH LOOK OUT, JUNIOR! -Jereme stands quickly, clutching at the title belt. A sadistic look glimmers in his eyes as he stalks CMJ, who scoffs at the entrance way. He waves his hand at it and turns slowly...WHAM!!! The fans erupt as Jereme's title belt nails CMJ right in between the eyes! CMJ rolls about in pain, clutching at his head as Jereme stands, tossing the belt to Evelyn. Evelyn catches it and hands it to Buffer as she signals for the bell to ring. DING DING DING! COLE And the match is underway, I guess! COACH That French snake! -Jereme drops down and covers CMJ! Evelyn drops down... ONE!! TWO!! THREENOJEREMEBROKEUPHISOWNPINATTEMPT!~ -Evelyn sits up, looking at her boy. "What the hell, babe?!" she says, but Jereme ignores her. Jereme stands quickly, grabbing CMJ by his now bloodied head. Jereme stands him up, pushing the Irishman into the corner. Jereme steps back...WHAM! A huge knee connects with CMJ's gut. Jereme rears back again...and ANOTHER big knee connects. Jereme grabs ahold of CMJ's wrist, pulling him out of the corner. Jereme goes to Irish whip him, but holds on, pulling CMJ back towards him...WHAMCRASH!~ COLE A HUGE clothesline takes out CMJ! COACH That DAMN French Snake! -Jereme smirks as he picks up CMJ again, this time standing behind him. Jereme wraps his arms around Junior's waist...and lifts!! CRASH!! The fans erupt as CMJ clutches at his neck, the massive German suplex doing what it was made to do. Jereme, however, doesn't let go. Instead, he slowly stands again, dragging CMJ along with him. Jereme lifts again...CRASH!! The fans groan as CMJ goes lifeless, courtesy of another German suplex. Once again, Jereme stands, dragging CMJ along with him. COLE If he hits the Un, Deux, Trois, this match could be as good as over! -Jereme smirks, just before repositioning his arms under CMJ's, pulling them up into a Dragon Suplex position. Jereme once again lifts...CRASH!~! CMJ's neck folds like a card table, and Jereme holds on for the pin! Evelyn drops! ONE!! TWO!! THRNO!~WHATTEHFUCK!~PWNAGEOFTEHN00BS!~ COLE CMJ BARELY kicked out! COACH HA! You dumb French snake! -Jereme sits slowly, glancing at Evelyn, who holds up two fingers. He shakes his head as he stands, grabbing CMJ by his well-bloodied hair. Jereme drags him towards the ropes, resting Junior's throat across the second rope. Jereme slowly saunters over to the opposite end of the ring and turns, glaring at his sworn enemy. COLE What could Jereme Grey be planning here? COACH What ever it is, I bet it's snakey...and French. -Jereme waits for a few moments while he looks out at the crowd, who chant his name. He smiles...AND TAKES OFF! Jereme runs towards the CMJ's prone corpse. Jereme leaps into the air...BUT CMJ ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! The fans groan as Jereme's crotches himself on the second rope. CMJ stands quickly, running towards the opposite ropes. He rebounds, and charges full speed ahead towards Jereme. CMJ dives...WHAM!! A huge spear connects, sending both men out of the ring to the mats below! Jereme clutches at his ribs as he struggles to breath, while CMJ holds his right shoulder. Cue the "Holy shit" chants! COLE An AMAZING spear from Colin Maguire, Jr.! Both men are out! COACH It's all because CMJ is focused entirely on this match, Cole! He doesn't have a distraction like Evelyn Maguire is to Jereme Grey. CMJ is the NEW IC champ, Mike. Mark my words. -CMJ slowly stands, causing the fans to boo a little. He slowly trudges towards the announce booths, still clutching at his right shoulder. He points at Buffer, who in turn stands from his chair. CMJ grabs it and turns, just in time to see Jereme getting to one knee. COLE Colin Maguire, Jr. has a chair, Jereme Grey has injured ribs...I smell a disaster, Coach! COACH I can smell championship gold, Mike! And that's ONLY because CMJ is standing upwind from us! -Jereme stands slowly, holding his ribs tight, just as CMJ lifts the chair high above his head. CMJ swings downward...BUT JEREME BARELY DODGES! CMJ glares at Jereme, who leans against the apron. CMJ swings once again...BUT JEREME DUCKS! The chair hits the second rope and bounces back, hitting CMJ right in the face! CMJ drops to the mats, clutching at his bloody face. Jereme slowly picks up the chair, the pain in his ribs slowly subsiding as he paces around CMJ, who slowly gets to his knees. Jereme lifts the chair...and brings it down hard across the back of Colin Maguire, Jr.! Colin screams in pain as he clutches at his back, just as Jereme rears the chair back...NO! Jereme clutches at his croissants and drops the chair, courtesy of a low blow from CMJ. COACH THAT sticks it to both Jereme Grey AND Evelyn! Ha! -CMJ fumbles for the chair as he stands. Jereme slowly gets to a knee as CMJ unfolds the chair and sets it down, back facing away from Jereme. CMJ walks slowly towards Jereme and grabs his hair, picking him up. CMJ grabs ahold of Jereme's wrist and whips him towards the announcement booth, but stops short, still holding on. CMJ pulls the other way, sending Jereme towards the chair, and CMJ drops down! He wraps his feet around Jereme's ankle...CRASH!! The fans groan as Jereme's head bounces off the chair, a loud yell exiting his lungs as he clutches at his forehead. CMJ stands triumphantly, smirking at the booing fans. He wipes some blood away from his forehead and flings it at Jereme. COLE An incredible drop-toe-hold onto a chair from CMJ, Colin Maguire, Jr.! He could have the match won here! -CMJ slowly grabs Jereme by the hair and picks him up, giving the fans a glimpse at Jereme's now-bloodied head. CMJ slowly slides Jereme into the ring and follows close behind. Evelyn shakes her head slowly as Jereme drops and covers. Evelyn slowly drops... ONE!! TWO!! THNO!~ Jereme's shoulder barely raises off the mat. CMJ glares at his sister, who raises two fingers right in front of CMJ's face. Junior stands quickly, trying hard to intimidate his sister, who mockingly acts scared. CMJ shakes his head and points at her, before turning to Jereme Grey. CMJ slowly grabs Jereme by his now bloody blonde hair and stands him up, just before whipping him into the opposite corner. Jereme hits hard chest first, causing the frenchman to back up a bit...WHAM!! Jereme once again clutches at his ribs as he rolls out of the ring, courtesy of the "Wicklow" Express (the Elijah Express...whoooo). CMJ smirks as he steps out of the ring next to Jereme. Jereme drops a few boots to the back of Jereme's head, before reaching underneath the ring. He fumbles around for a few seconds before producing.... COACH A Garbage Can! Exactly what Jereme Grey's wrestling style reminds me of!...Garbage. -CMJ smirks once again as he slowly stands, turning to show the fans the trash can. He slowly turns to Jereme Grey, who continues to hold his ribs as he lifts himself to a knee. CMJ rears the trash can back...and swings...NO! Jereme quickly stands and jumps, delivering a dropkick straight into the trashcan, which in turn hits CMJ in the face! The fans erupt as CMJ slowly falls backward. Jereme hits the mats with a thud, which causes the IC champ to let out a huge groan as he once again clutches at his ribs. COLE Jereme Grey with a GREAT desperation move! A Van Jeremator, if you will! COACH I won't. That was reaaaaaaally dumb. -Moments pass as both men lie on the mats, and it is Jereme Grey who begins to stir first. Jereme slowly gets to a knee as CMJ begins to stir. Jereme is now standing. He shakes his head as he stumbles back, watching CMJ slowly get to his feet. Jereme watches and waits, waiting for the right opportunity. CMJ slowly turns, and Jereme takes off! Jereme ducks under a desperation clothesline and hops up onto the steel steps. Without a moments waste, Jereme hurls himself backward, flipping in the air! COLE MOONSAULT!?! -...but CMJ catches him! With a loud yell, CMJ runs towards the ring post...BUT JEREME SLIPS AWAY! CMJ barely hops over the steel steps. He stops on a dime and turns...JUST IN TIME to see Jereme Grey vaulting from the steel steps! Jereme swings his leg...WHAM!! Jereme stumbles as he lands on his feet, but CMJ falls back, clutching at his crimson face. The HUGE Shining Wizard connects! COLE Shades of his second cousin-in-law, Austin "Ragdoll" Baker! A vaulting Devil Doll!! COACH Jereme Grey WISHES he could hit that move with the same force as Ragdoll! Don't even TRY and compare the two, Mike! -Jereme, showing signs of tiredness, slowly grabs CMJ by the hair and lifts him to a standing position. He grabs a hold of his wrist and whips him towards the ring, where CMJ hits with a nasty thud. Jereme suddenly turns his attention to under the ring, where he is now rummaging. COLE What could Jereme be looking for? COACH You know, you ask that EVERY TIME! You've seen just as many matches as I have, and we BOTH know that there are five things under that ring that have NO place being there: chairs, trash cans, tables, ladders, and little midgets dressed as leprechauns. And since we at the OAOAST don't have anything like that last one, then take your fuckin' pick at the other four. COLE ... -Jereme suddenly backs out from under the ring, revealing...A LITTLE MIDG...I mean...A TABLE! The fans go wild as Jereme slides it into the ring, just before grabbing CMJ and sliding him in as well. Jereme hops up onto the apron as CMJ slowly stands. Almost immediately, Jereme slingshots himself onto the top rope, and leaps! CMJ turns AND LEAPS AS WELL! CMJ catches Jereme...CRASH!! SLÁN AGUS BEANNACHT LEAT!! The fans erupt in boos as Jereme clutches the back of his neck. CMJ lies motionless, the SABLe taking a lot of him. COLE The SABLe has connected! GOODBYE AND BLESSINGS TO YOU! COACH Yes! Just turn over, CMJ! Cover him! Cover him! -The fans rise and boo as both men lie motionless on the mat, and for a few moments, it seems like no-one is even breathing. Evelyn paces around, her eyes locked on CMJ, who slowly begins to stir. He slowly...sloooooowly rolls over... AND DRAPES AN ARM! Evelyn drops and counts, the fans counting along... ONE!! TWO!! TWO AND HALF!!! THREE! NO!~! The cheers are insane as Jereme raises his shoulder, just as Evelyn's hand is inches away from the mat! CMJ rolls over slowly, covering his face with his hands. COLE Jereme Grey BARELY got his shoulder up, Coach! We ALMOST had a new champion! COACH Jesus...that almost gave me a heart attack... -CMJ gathers his bearings and stands slowly, clutching at his neck, just as Jereme begins to stir. CMJ glances around the ring until he spies the table! CMJ smirks as he steps past Jereme, kicking him in the head as he does. CMJ grabs the table and lifts it. He turns around, unfolding the legs as Jereme slowly stands. CMJ sets down the table and hops over it, grabbing Jereme by the head. WHAM! The fans erupt as CMJ reels back, taking a brutal punch from Jereme. WHAM! Another punch connects, sending CMJ back again...Jereme rears back once again and swings...But CMJ ducks! Jereme spins slightly...AND CMJ LEAPS! COLE D-STREET CUTTER?! -CMJ reaches out for Jereme's head, but Jereme continues spinning, slapping CMJ's arm away! CMJ hits the mat hard, causing him to jump up, clutching his back, which is turned towards Jereme... COBRA CLUTCH IS LOCKED IN!! The fans erupt as CMJ struggles to escape from the submission, just as Jereme steps to the side a little...vines the leg...falls forward... CRACKCRASHBREAK!~~!~! COLE SHUTTER!! JEREME GREY HIT THE SHUTTER THROUGH THE TABLE!!! -The cheers are off the charts as CMJ clutches at his face, all while Jereme clutches at his ribs. Jereme, knowing this is his opportunity, spins CMJ onto his back...AND COVERS!! EVELYN DROPS!! ONE TWO THREE!! DING DING DING!!! -The cheers are deafening as "Rockers to Swallow" hits the PA system! Evelyn stands and jumps for joy as Jereme rolls away from CMJ, exhausted. Evelyn rushes towards the ropes, just as Buffer hands her the Intercontinental Title. BUFFER "Ladies and Gentlemen...yoooour winner...and STILL...the OAOAST INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!!!....JEREEEMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!" -Evelyn rushes towards her boyfriend as he struggles to sit up. She wraps her arm around his shoulders and lifts him slowly, placing the IC title on his lap. A small smile appears through the drying blood on his face as he looks at it. COLE Tables, chairs, title belts, Garbage cans...this has been a WAR...and Jereme Grey is STILL the OAOAST Intercontinental Champion, Coach! COACH COLIN MAGUIRE JUNIOR WAS CHEATED! Evelyn did a FAST three count! He didn't even get the CHANCE to kick out! I smell a rat! I smell a big damn rat here, Cole! And I hate the smell! -Jereme slowly rolls out of the ring, followed closely by Evelyn, leaving CMJ lying motionless in the middle of the shattered table. Evelyn keeps Jereme propped up as the two slowly walk down the aisle. Cut backstage, where Reject talks with Alfdogg. REJECT Things are crazy around here! I've got announcers attacking me, Josie sticking mystery opponents in on us...what's going on here? I'm sick of getting disrespected like this. Alf takes his time to respond. ALF I know how you feel, R-Man. And I'm sick of it, too. REJECT I mean, why isn't the message getting across? No matter what we do. And then Bohemoth goes and tears some girl's dress up a little bit, and he's all over the news, people coming out of the woodwork to make excuses for him. ALF Well, to be fair, he did RAPE a girl. That's probably deserving of some coverage. *crowd boos* ALF But I get your point. REJECT I mean, it's like no one pays attention to the Deadly Alliance anymore. ALF Hey. Alf turns and looks at Reject. ALF Don't worry about it. Okay? I know the night's not going well for us...but people will take notice of the Deadly Alliance again. And it starts TONIGHT. Alf looks at Reject, and gives a sly grin as he walks off, which Reject reciprocates. *back to Sofa Central* COLE What does he mean by that? COACH I don't know, but you can bet it'll be something to remember coming from Alf and the Deadly Alliance! Edited September 1, 2008 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted September 1, 2008 (edited) DEVIL'S PLAYGROUND ZERO HOUR SUNDAY NIGHT, SEPTEMBER 28 LIVE ON PAY-PER-VIEW! We cut backstage, where Terry Taylor and Tony Brannigan are standing by. TAYLOR What an awesome event that should be Sunday night, September 28. But joining me right now, the man General Manager Josie Baker selected to be the special troubleshooting referee in tonight's handicap match pitting The Usual Suspects against Theodore Moneymaker, Christian Wright and Abdullah Nerdly. And Tony Brannigan, I don't know how to say this, but there's some uncertainty as to whether or not you can be trusted after you seemingly accepted-- BRANNIGAN Wait a minute, Terry. I take exception to you accusing me of taking a bribe. As the old saying goes, you can't pick your family but you can pick your friends. While Theodore Moneymaker is family, I consider Zack Malibu and Leon Rodez friends. Yeah cousin Teddy stuffed a couple dollar bills in my suit pocket... TAYLOR A couple dollar bills!? I'd say it was more like a couple hundred dollar bills. BRANNIGAN Either way, it's chump change to a guy like me. That's why I couldn't possibly be on the take. My job here tonight is real simple: to make sure we have a winner. Whichever team loses will only have themselves to blame. TB exits. TAYLOR That does it from here. Let's go back to the ring. Edited September 3, 2008 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted September 1, 2008 (edited) BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen... your following contest, set for one fall... is the FINALS of the OAOAST MONEY IN THE BANK TOURNAMENT!! In which, the winner will recieve $500,000 in prize money... Cut to the side of the ring, where Terry Taylor inexplicably models the suitcase full of bills like a Price Is Right extra. He has super speed. See, that's how he was able to get from the backstage to the ring in about ten seconds. Ya know what, fuck you to. BUFFER ...and, the opportunity to challenge the OAOAST World's Champion at any time for up to one year! At this time, introducing, finalist number one. Down go the lights in the arena, to almost dark, save for a couple of roving spotlights scanning the entrance way. In the silence whistles and cheers can be heard from the crowd, eagerly awaiting this marquee match-up. No cheers go up for the cueing of the music though, largely because nobody was expecting to hear 80's power ballad "Shadows Of The Night" right about now. Confusion hangs over the crowd as two bright lights illuminate the rest of the entrance way from above the lone-star shaped big-screen. "We're running with the Shadows Of The Night So baby take my hand, you'll be all right Surrender all your dreams to me tonight They'll come true in the end" As the drums kick in, those hoping and expecting yet another new theme song for Krista (and let's be honest, who could blame them?) are sorely disappointed, as it's LANDON MADDIX who walks out through the entrance with his arms raised triumphantly at his sides! Landon soaks in the rocking 80s sounds under the boos ringing through the arena, flanked by Megan Skye who is the only one of the two to show any embarrassment over the new song choice. In his element, Landon does a quick twirl into a dramatic bow before ruffling his hair and marches down to the ring. COACH Only Landon Maddix! Only Landon could come out to a song like this! COLE Only Landon Maddix WOULD come out to a song like this you mean? BUFFER Accompanied to the ring this evening by his 'Perfect 10', MEGAN SKYE! He hails from Huron, South Dakota, by way of Madrid, Spain... weighing in tonight at two hundred and eight pounds. He is the leader of Cucaracha Internacional, the Commissioner of the Smartmarks Wrestling Federation, the former OAOAST Champion of the World... he is LLLLAAAAAAAANNDDDDOOOOOOONN... "LA CUCARACHA"... MMMMAAAAAAAAAAADDIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" "You said - oh girl It's a cold world When you keep it all to yourself" Landon slows down his walk in accordance with the song, wearing an even bigger smile on his face than usual tonight. Nodding his head he stops in front of maybe the one and only person in the entire city of San Antonio cheering him and shrugs his shoulders, 'humbly' asking that person to save his applause in a show which fools no-one. "I said you can't hide on the inside All the pain you've ever felt" Of course the rest of the fans lined down the aisleway are all giving him the thumbs down, or other fingers up, so he quickly veers away from the barricade and back to his usual source of support, Megan Skye. "Ransom my heart, but baby don't look back Cause we got nobody else!" Grabbing Megan around the shoulders, Landon can contain himself no longer and sings along at the top of his lungs, fist clenching, arm pumping, feeling the power of the ballad take over him! "We're running with the Shadows of the Night So baby take my hand, you'll be all right Surrender all your dreams to me tonight They'll come true in the end" COLE Landon clearly in fine form here tonight at AngleSlam. And you couldn't blame him for being extra confident, after the debacle that was that 'debate' this past Thursday night on HeldDOWN~! The sneak attack by the members of Cucaracha Internacional on Krista, who was driven through that podium by the monstrous Faqu, before Landon delivered the Go To Sleep and scored a phony pinfall. Completely unneccessary from all concerned. COACH Hold up, what do you mean 'phony pinfall'? Did he pin Krista for a 1, 2, 3 or not? COLE Well he did... COACH Exactly. COLE But first of all, it wasn't a referee counting. And second of all, we don't know that Krista wouldn't have kicked out if she had to. The fact remains Krista has never been pinned in one on one competition in her long OAOAST career and if you're seriously going to count that sham last week as a pinfall, then... well, then I guess I shouldn't be surprised. But you shouldn't, that's the point. Climbing up the ring steps Landon saunters down the apron, waiting for Megan to sit herself across the middle rope to hold it open. And, just as importantly, waiting for his music to catch up with him, before bounding into the ring, spinning triumphantly with arms out-stretched in as grand a gesture as possible. "We're running with the Shadows of the Night So baby take my hand, you'll be all right Surrender all your dreams to me tonight They'll come true in the end" COLE It's usually Krista who makes the grand entrances come Pay Per View nights. I think even she's going to be able to match the grand, over the top energy of Landon. Which is kinda scary when you think about it. Landon is disrobed of his trenchcoat and begins to warm up. BUFFER And introducing his opponent... Excitement is renewed now, as all eyes turn to the entrance way. Stood across from each other stand two cowboy costumed cowgirls in a heated face-off. Turning back to back, they step out ten paces before reaching into the holsters around their waist, turning... and just then the smooth yet funky synthesized melodies of MGMT's Electric Feel kicks in and the cheers grow ever louder as the fans rise to their feet. "Shock me like an electric eel baby girl turn me on with your electric feel Ooh girl shock me like an electric eel baby girl turn me on with your electric feel" The entrance stage is buried in a harmonious, almost sensual and enigmatic turquoise light. Silver sparkling snow begins to lightly rain down from the ceiling, glittering beautifully in the lighting. Out from the back comes Krista, dressed in a ruffled pink ballgown and looking shocked at the gunfight about to erupt. She shrieks for the cow'boy's to quit their fighting, because there's plenty of this fair maiden to go around! Discarding their guns, the two women rush over and embrace Krista, before simultaneously tearing away the ballgown to reveal Krista's wrestling attire, which is only a little more suitable and traditional than a ballgown to be fair. More girls jog out, all dressed like extras from a Preston Sturgis movie. The girls then perform a seductive hoedown (never thought I'd be typing those words) around Krista. COLE I can't believe I ever doubted Krista was toppable. Standing at the height of the stage, at the center of everyone's attention, Krista Isadora Duncan is handed a martini by one of her dancers dressed in a bartender's costume and she raises it in salute to her dancers before downing it in one. Unfortunately the bartender dancer was only supplied with one martini and it looks like Krista might find use for the discarded guns for a second. BUFFER And the opponent... from Los Angeles, California! She is a best selling author, a fitness queen, an inductee into The Hollywood Walk of Fame and star of the world famous FIT with KID line of exercise videos, the star of the VH1 reality show the look of love, the Angle Award winning female personality of the year... she is "MISS CALIFORNIA"... KKRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSTTAAAAAAAA... IIIIIISSSSSAAAAAAAAADDOOOORRRRRRRRAAAAAA... DDUUUUUUUUUUUNNCCAAAAAAAAAAAANN!!!! "YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Leaving the Texas themed insanity behind her Krista marches down the aisle, already casting an icy glare towards Landon. COLE One thing we've come to realise here in the OAOAST... making Krista angry is rarely, if ever, a wise thing to do. COACH I think last week proved, the Krista we once knew isn't the same Krista. The Krista we've come to realise stuff from wouldn't have been pinned on Thursday night, would she? COLE Okay, I can see you're going to keep dwelling on that so let's change the subject and remind everybody, this is for $500,000 of Theodore Moneymaker's own money and the Money In The Bank World Title contract. Plus of course, 15% of Theodore Moneymaker's TSM shares in the offering should Landon defeat Krista, which he says he will use to get the SWF back on television. Huge stakes in this first time match-up, and with these two involved this should certainly be some spectacle. And it could be some night for the Duncan family, with Jade having already pulled off a huge upset by beating Malaysia for the women's title! Krista's legs glide across the apron, then attach themselves to the third rope. She bends herself backwards to the audience's delight, showing the dexterity to still flip the camera off before levering herself gracefully into the ring. Landon watches all of this from a seated position on the turnbuckles, with the nerve to accuse Krista of milking her entrance too much. COLE Pot, Kettle, Cucaracha. Jumping down from the ropes Landon goes over strategy one last time with Megan before she's moved out of the ring. "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" "KRIS - TA!" COLE This crowd in San Antonio right behind Krista from the get-go, as we get ready for this historic tournament final. *DINGDINGDING!* Even with sixty thousand screaming fans firmly standing against him, and a foe firing off a stare that could pierce through steel, Landon is as arrogant and obnoxious as ever. Fluffing his shaggy hair, he struts to Krista with his mouth twisted into a smirk. “I pinned you on HeldDOWN~!” He begins, not phased by Krista's hateful glare “I pinned you and I had a three hundred pound man ram your head through a wooden podium at that. You got any comeback for that, Sara Silverman? That's a comedian right? I think so. Yeah, ya got any come back for that, Sara Silverman?” “Well, honey, I do have this...” Krista trails off innocently and then not so innocently uses her teeth to peel the skin right off Landon's nose! As the fans let loose a monstrous roar, Landon himself lets loose one as well, only his is scream is caused by a horrific pain. “Virgin Mary in a strip club! You bit me!” He shouts, covering his nose and cowering away from Krista. Krista puts on her most sickeningly sweet smile “What did you expect me to do?” “Compliment me on my ingenious scheme or fine choice of new entrance music. Or maybe just slap me?” “Oh, honey, and mess up my French tips? Never!” Having had enough of talking with Landon for the moment, Krissy latches onto his arm and throws him into the ropes. He bounces off the cables, and as he returns he leaps forward and raises both his knees to strike her. But Miss California is far quicker than Mister South Dakota, and surprises him with a Lou Thez press. Together they crash into the ground, with the audience loudly rooting on the former OAOAST tag champ. While being mounted by Krista might be a pleasurable position most of the time, its certainly not one currently as she goes back to feasting on what's left of his nose! Maddix's throat pours out shrill shrieks of agony, that are hardly heard over the cheering of the fans. He tries his damndest to remove the vampric babe, but such resistance only makes her more inclined to bite harder. COLE I'm going to guess Landon is probably regretting pissing Krista off at this moment. Krista finally dismounts Maddix, and chuckles softly. La Cucaracha doesn't find quite the amusement as she does and complains to senior referee Clem Buzzlefoxer about Krista's foray into cannibalism. “You daft idiot! You're standing two feet away from us! Do you not see her gnawing on my nose? Are you legally blind?” “Yes.” The 86 year old referee bemoans, and Maddix just sort of frowns, humiliated. “This has been lessons in being a dickhead with Landon Maddix. Up next How To Break Your Shoe Off In Landon Maddix's ass and still keep your girlish charm with celebrity fitness guru Krista Isadora Duncan” She comments. To further aggravate her short tempered rival, she begins clicking her heels against the canvas, and urging him on like a Matador. Already snarling like an enraged bull, the Spaniard needs no further invitation and charges her. However, Miss California gracefully slides out the way and Maddix goes zooming past. He stamps his black leather boots on the mat in frustration, which only grows worse when he sees Krista bow to an adoring audience! Once again the GLAAdiator waves him on, and once again Landon charges on. But he's foiled a second time by Krissy's fancy footwork, and the Hollywood starlet bows to the fans once more. In an unusual act for her, Krista notices Landon's fierce glower, and feels a modicum of sympathy for him. “Honey, I'm sorry! It was wrong of me to play into sterotypes of the Spanish by doing a matador bit with you. If it makes you feel any better, why don't you just throw a quarter on the ground and I'll rush to pick it up like it was solid gold and you can call me a cheap Jew.” “I'd think I'd get a little more satisfaction out of beating you for the Money In The Bank contract.” “And I'd get a little more satisfaction out of having your girlfriend in a whipped cream bikini in my bedroom, but we've got to be realistic. So hurry up and give me my quarter, you lazy Italian.” “I'm Spanish, and anyway, I'm not listening to you!” Landon remarks to himself as much as to Krista and then darts at his rival. Krista casually scoots out of the way of his advance and watches with bemusement as he slams into the ring posts., wondering why he charged her when she wasn't doing the matador bit anymore. Putting that issue aside, Krista's long legs carry her towards Landon and her knee is implanted directly into his jaw. Maddix offers a low moan of misery, but the covergirl barely notices he's even there as she's too concerned with fixing her hair after noticing a few loose strands in the video screen. Once she's assured that she's ready for a Panteen commercial, she tucks her knees into Maddix's chest and monkey flips him towards the center of the ring! But, La Cucaracha comes down on his boots, albeit slightly off balance. That doesn't stop the SWF and OAOAST's resident egomaniac from celebrating though, as he points to his noggin to let the audience know how smart he is. His claims of intelligence are quickly refuted as Krista shocks him with a running face crusher, that plants his sore nose into the canvas! “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” Face down on the canvas, Maddix moans about Krista's usage of the face crusher, not an illegal move, but with a near broken nose, minor things like rules hardly apply. Yawning with apathy, Krista's laidback Californian accent responds, “Get up, Little Maddy. Why do you care if I take a few inches off your pig nose? You're an oink and a curly tail away from the lead role in the next Babe movie. If this SWF thing doesn't work out, and I don't know why a direct to DVD wrestling promotion possibly wouldn't, you can always try the county fairs.” “I'm not listening to you, you vapid bimbo!” Landon shouts. “If you win you'll get a blue ribbon.” COLE Why did you make her mad, Landon? Not exactly keen on the idea of working the county fair circuit, the SWF boss leaps to his feet. Krista pounces him by slashing her heels against his shin, and then spinning through the air to blast him in the stomach. The wind knocked out of him, Maddix goes staggering backwards. But, Krista catches onto his wrist and attempts to hurl him into the corner. La Cucaracha shifts his body weight and reverses the hold to send Miss California rushing to turnbuckles. She hits the corner posts with such impact, that she flips through the air and winds up situated on top the ring posts. So dazed by that nauseating trip up the posts, she fails to notice her foe sprinting to her position. When she does become aware of his location, its too late for her to react, and he spring boards off the ropes and blasts her in the face with a dropkick. She's tossed from the turnbuckles and sent flying through the air, a trip that comes to a violent end when she crashes to the mats. The Alamo Dome gasps in horror as they watch Krista lie motionless on the mat. Landon just leans over the ropes and stares her with evil beady eyes. “I'm earning my five hundred thousand tonight! That had to be at least a ten thousand dollar dropkick right there.” He boastfully remarks, as he exits the ring and positions himself on the ring steps. He motions for Krista to get to her feet. But quickly losing patience, he attacks her with a leaping forearm as she reaches her knees. Krista sags back to the ground, besieged with terrible pain. Pleased with that blow, Maddix announces to no one in particular that it was a twenty thousand dollar forearm. “LANDON SUCKS! LANDON SUCKS! LANDON SUCKS!” Landon grabs their heroine by her golden blond hair and leads her upright. He deposits her limp figure into the ring, and then follows her inside. As Landon returns to the ring, Krissy begins a slow trip upright. But whatever threat she may have posed him is immediately neutralized by four stiff kicks to her legs. COACH Those legs are insured for ten million dollar, man. You mess with those you gonna have to rob the money in the bank when those dudes from Lloyds of London come knocking on your door step. Weakened by Landon's unrelenting assault, Krista is unable to prevent him from taking hold of her slender waist and shoving her into the corner. As she hits the ring posts an “oomph” is forced out her bubble gum pink lips, and a smile is forced onto Landon's who deems that a two thousand dollar attack. He then attacks her bare stomach, hitting her with with all the might in his lean body. But as a fitness queen, Krista's six packed stomach could deflect bullets, and Landon's attacks as furious as they may be, are only minor annoyances. Megan realizes this rather quickly, and informs Landon. But ever the stubborn one, the pride of Madrid has to strike her two more times before discovering he's having hardly any affect. Angered by the fact that she's not an obese slob with a soft stomach, Landon pulls her away from the ropes in order to terrorize her with a trio of knees that strike against her face. Miss California whimpers in distress which causes her tormentor to feign tears and then burst out laughing. “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” COLE You probably shouldn't attack Krista's face, unless you just like living in mortal fear for the rest of your adult life. Then go right ahead and enjoy using handicap parking till your dying day. Perhaps heeding Cole's wise advice, Maddix spins behind Krista and coils his arms around her sexy stomach in a waistlock. As La Cucaracha tries to bring her up for a German Suplex, the bombshell steadfastly fights against her clutches. Yet its obvious to her she won't be able to combat his strength forever, thus other measures are required. Thus she begins grinding and rubbing her her firm round tush against his crotch. All thoughts of a German suplex are erased as her luscious BUTT sends a tidal wave of pleasure washing over him. COACH Damn! Landon better pack heat and roll with the Nation of Islam anytime he's backstage around one of D*LUX, 'cause those dudes just lost their shit! Reduced into a drooling primate in dire need of a new change of tights and some tissues, Landon is unable to maintain his grip and Krista effortlessly busts free. She whips around to his front, and with a hand on his shoulder brings him down with a jaw breaker! Maddix remains upright, but goes teetering backwards, his vision swimming from the violent force of the move. Because of his mangled sight, he can't prevent Krista from lacing her ten million dollar legs around his neck and hurling him over with a frankensteiner! Landon's head rings louder than a cathedral bell and he's sent skidding across the canvas, to the fans immense pleasure. Despite this crash landing, the silver tongued Spaniard is quick to get back upright. Unfortunately, his feisty enemy is quick to pounce on him; she leaps into him with her knees pressed against his chest for the KIDology (codebreaker)! The audience is ready to explode with monstrous cheers for her finisher, but Landon snuffs out their joy, by falling backwards and using his hold on her slender hips to fling her to the ropes. The crowd's delight turns to worry then finally back to delight as they watch the lithe beauty land with her feet placed firmly on the ropes. COLE Krista going for that move that eliminated Leon Rodez! “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” “Hey, I did that all in high heels, that's damn impressive. I'm gonna need a little more than a loudly stated well synchronized reminder of what my name is.” “ALL HAIL KRISTA! ALL HAIL KRISTA! ALL HAIL KRISTA!” Satisfied with being recognized as royalty, her highness flings herself backwards at Maddix with a lionsault. La Cucaracha is well prepared for her arrival and ducks beneath her ascending body. But yet again, she frustrates him beyond all belief by having a safe landing on her heels. The audience is ready to praise their queen, but she kindly informs them that won't be necessary. But the fans soon lose any reason to feel happy as Maddix shocks Miss California and captures her on his shoulders in a standing fireman's carry. Knowing full well what lies ahead, the sold out arena gets to its feet and bombards the former SWF World Champion with venomous boos. “All hail, Landon Maddix!” He shouts. “All hail the ten time SWF World Champion!” “Its only two times, Landon.” Megan corrects. “Shut up, they don't know that!” He whines. Unable to take his anger out on Megan, as that would be spousal abuse, Maddix takes it out on Krista, throwing her off his shoulder and raising his knee for the Go 2 Sleep! However its La Cucaracha who's nearly knocked into an eternal slumber, as Krista snakes her arms around his neck and smashes his head into the canvas with a crowd pleasing DDT! Assailed by a pounding headache, Maddix remains on the ground, urging the elderly referee to reward him the contest by virtue of the fact that he's never voted for cutbacks on Medicaid. COLE Landon Maddix was only a knee lift away from getting the SWF back on live TV and repeating as Mister Money In The Bank! If you have Krista set up for the kill you have got to finish. “LANDON SUCKS! LANDON SUCKS! LANDON SUCKS!” The audience behind Krista are given a rear view worth well more than a half a million, as Krista bends over and awaits Maddix's rise from the canvas. To bide the time she twirls imaginary guns like a wild west slinger. Fortunately, Landon rises and the miming needn't last long and Krista scorches towards him with her second KIDology attempt! “YEAAAAAAAA!” But Maddix catches onto her legs and violently shoves her back to the ground, a forceful counter that even sends him teetering backwards to the ropes. “BOOOOOOO!” Crumbled in a heap and tormented by an agonized back, Krista is easy pickings for Maddix. He smiles broadly as he hooks onto her legs and leaps through them for a jack knife pin. Buzzlefoxer drops to his arthritic knee (and one fake leg!) to make the count... ONE! TWO! Krista's shoulder comes off the canvas, thrilling the audience, while aggravating Maddix to no end. He complains to the official, pulsing anger creeping into his voice. But he manages to calm his issues with the referee enough to return his focus to Krista. He batters her with stomps to her sore back, delighting in her every cry that his attacks generate. Unable to endure the mounting pain he brings her, she rolls across the ring floor in small hopes of making an escape. Maddix is merciless and hounds her with stomps targeted at her back. He determines he's done enough to weaken her with simple strikes and decides to move onto more deadly attacks. Thus, with a grip on the back of her vest dress he lifts her off the canvas. But just as quickly as he lifted her up does he put her back down, courtesy of a lung blower. Krista bounces off his knees onto the mat and bawls her pain, drawing worried expressions onto the spectators' faces. COACH Landon invited me out to his victory dinner party later tonight. And call me Gustav because I'ma make rain on these hos! I'm gonna order me Aussie Cheese Fries with ranch dressing and fried onions. COLE I don't think that's a good idea, Doctor Doris Carnnes said that's America's least healthiest food. COACH I ain't gonna let no bitch tell me what to eat! And a female doctor? You think cause you give a woman a book instead of havin her cook you a meal or wash your feet that makes her a doctor? Just cause you teach a monkey to wipe its ass don't mean what's on the toilet paper ain't shit! La Cucaracha brings Krista to her feet and rocks her jaw with a spinning back fist. The blow packs enough punch to floor the starlet, but Maddix keeps her upright with a front facelock. He brings Krista into the skies, then punishes her by dropping her directly onto her head. As she lies face down onto the canvas, he follows that up with a twisting leg drop onto the back of her skull. “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” the fans try to rally their heroine. Drawing strength from their support, Krista regains her footing. But she can't offer them the flurry of offense they've been begging for as Maddix is quick to keep her weak with straight kicks to the back. He then forces Krista onto his shoulders in the all too familiar fireman's carry hold. Inching closer to the ropes, he showcases his beautiful victim to the wrathful audience, before finally slinging her off his slim shoulders and rifling his knee towards her face! Unwilling to see any harm done to her moneymaking appearance, Krista shifts her body in midair and totally avoids Landon's finisher. The audience goes wild with glee, but Landon is paralyzed in utter shock at missing his Go 2 Sleep. Now its Krista's time for revenge, and she gets it in the most pain inducing way possible, shredding Landon's skin with a vile knife edge chop. “AHHHHHH!” Landon yells, the pain almost bringing him to his knees. “God bless America, don't do that!” “Why not?” “I had a pectoral tendon rupture when I was in grade school and a bully hung me on the monkey bars by my nipples, and I've never gotten over it. You don't wanna be like these other jerks who keep chopping me to hurt me. That's what wrestlers do. You're better than that. You're a celebrity. Stay classy, baby.” Krista thinks it over for a moment, “Gee, honey, even for a guy who openly boasts about being the commissioner of a direct to DVD independent wrestling promotion without any hint of irony, you suck a lot more than I thought. But very well, Little Maddy, I won't hit your poor widdle chest.” LIES “SAY *CHOP* YOUR *SORRY* FOR *CHOP* PUTTING *CHOP* ME *CHOP* THROUGH *CHOP* THE PEW *CHOP*” There's a moments pause as the audience enthusiastically celebrates her beating, and Krista continues “SORRY *CHOP* I *CHOP* MEANT “*CHOP* PODIUM *CHOP* NOT *CHOP* PEW* *CHOP*! “Owwww” Landon moans, his cry coming out as little more than faint choking sound. “OWWWW? *CHOP* WHO *CHOP* THE *CHOP* FUCK *CHOP* IS *CHOP* THIS *CHOP* OWWW *CHOP* BITCH *CHOP* FUCK *CHOP* YO *CHOP* MOTHERFUCKIN *CHOP* CHEST *CHOP* WHITEBOY! I'LL *CHOP* CHOP *CHOP* THE *CHOP* MEXICAN *CHOP* OUTTA *CHOP* YOU *CHOP* BITCH!” “I...I...I'm Spanish.” Maddix whines, instantly regretting. “YOU'LL *CHOP* BE *CHOP* GOD DAMN *CHOP* KLINGON *CHOP* IF *CHOP* A *CHOP* BITCH *CHOP* SAYS *CHOP* YOU *CHOP* ARE!” COLE Landon said things would be different here at Angleslam, but he all but sealed this fate in the closing minutes of HeldDOWN~! Why oh why did you ever piss her off, La Cucaracha? Finally, Krista relents, and Landon is left to hear the raucous ovation fans instead of the sound of his skin being mutilated. As agony gnaws at his chest, his opponent takes off to the ropes. He lowers his head, hoping that she'll simply leapfrog him. This proves to be a profoundly stupid tactic, as Krista just rifles her foot into his chest. Maddix rockets back upright, as excruciating pain plays on his facial features. That's the perfect look for Krista, and the walk of famer leaps into his chest for another KIDology effort. The audience, who were ready to toast to a KID victory, are sorely disappointed when Maddix once again brushes her away from him. Their disgust is tempered somewhat when they see her come down on her heels. And that disgust is totally evaporated as those heels blast Landon in his chest with a dropsault. Krissy again lands on her feet, and further wows the audience by twisting into a standing shooting star press that nearly caves in Landon's chest. Krista then blows the audience a kiss. Ain't that sweet? “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” the crowd sings as she covers Landon for a pinfall ONE! TWO! Landon lifts his shoulders off the canvas, and the audience douses him with boos. Krista throws a nasty glare at Buzzlefoxer for a slightly slow count. Fortunately Clem is half blind, otherwise he might be a tad worried that Krista is planning on bringing his long life to a short end. COLE In Krista's industry these retries of the KIDology are called retakes. COACH In our industry, you're called a complete jackass. Krista is back on her feet, making sure she hasn't got any of Landon's blood on her bright white heels. Guarding his chest like he's bundling a baby, Maddix slowly steps upright. The moment he reaches his feet Krista grabs onto his arm and launches him into the ropes. As he returns, the arrogant superstar is leapfrogged by the arrogant celebrity. Maddix skids to a halt, thinking he can capture Krista unaware with the Landon Eye. Unfortunately his plan goes up in brilliant flames as Krista executes an inverted atomic drop to his nether regions. Eager to show he's well endowed in that area, Landon screams as though he just got stabbed with an ice pick. Krista attempts to silence his wailing with the thundering superkick that completes Krista's Great California Adventure. But, Mister Money In The Bank recovers from his man pain just in time to catch hold of her boot. This does not please Krissy in the slightest. “Honey, these are eight hundred ninety five dollar pumps, if I find a single one of your little paw prints on them I'll have you in Afghanistan picking opium for a Taliban drug lord by day and working the Thailand prostitute circuit by night. I can do that, my dad's in congress.” Landon calls Krista's bluff, and while she doesn't have him working the streets of Bangok just yet, she does scramble his brains with an enziguri. Face drained off all life, La Cucaracha flips over onto the mat. With his chest exposed he's left perfect victim for the high angle double knee drop Krista drives into his chest. As Landon whimpers and the crowd cheers, Krista tries another pinfall... ONE! TWO! Landon keeps the SWF's dreams of a return to television prominence alive with a kickout. He's quickly back to his feet and tries to repay Krista for his earlier anguish with a chop to her ample chest. But theattack does nothing but leave Landon hypnotized by the boobie jiggliation he's just caused. “Try it again!” Terry shouts disguising his words in a Mickey Mouse voice so as Krista won't embalm him latter. Assuring Megan that he's acting strictly on athletic motivators, Maddix retries his effort to same gravity defying results. A delighted smile (and a few other things) rise and he winds up to send her betties bouncing. But Krista takes advantage her mesmerizing breasts to hook her arms around his neck in preparation for The Blonds Never Pay a Cover (Side Effect). She drives him down into the canvas, to a large pop from the fans. Maddix hurriedly stands back up only to be captured by the sight of her jiggling jumbos and then by a second side effect! Back to his feet and she tries to give a taste of Life In The Fab lane. However, without bouncing breasts to distract him, he has her number and counters her twist of fate efforts by driving her onto her neck with a Northern lights suplex. Maddix gives himself delighted applause for his “achievement”, a gesture that's returned by absolutely no one, not even Megan. “LANDON SUCKS! LANDON SUCKS! LANDON SUCKS!” is the annoying message he hears as he makes his way towards the turnbuckles. Informing the audience that he'll make certain their cable boxes are banned from receiving the new SWF Tv show, La Cucaracha heads up top. He crouches on his nest, impatiently waiting for Krista to rise off again. Only when she does just that, he's vexed even further as Krissy complains of missing a contact. “You don't even wear cont...” Maddix's words trail off into an amazed stammering brought on by Krista's splendid bouncing BUTT. His head swims and his every nerve tingles with rapture as her buns of steel beautifully writhe and pulse just inches from his widened eyes. “YEAAAAAAAA!” COLE Page 142 Chapter 7 Line 17 of KID 101: How To Be Darned Fabulous and Make Truckloads of Money In The Process reads-”You will look at my curvy BUTT” Reduced to a blubbering, and very aroused mess, Landon doesn't have the sense to notice that Krista's booty grinding has been cut short and she's closing in on him with bull rush speed. Within seconds she scales to the top turnbuckles and her knees go into his chest for a lethal top rope KIDology! But, thanks to many panicked screams from Megan, Landon rejoins us in reality, and catches Krista's body within his arms. The audience gasps in panic, that worsens considerably as they watch La Cucaracha shift her onto his shoulders in a fire man's carry position. COLE A top rope Go 2 Sleep? That's what put out Christian Wright in the first round! COACH My man took out Moneymaker's best friend in the first round, and he gonna do the job on his worst enemy in the finals! “Holla atcha boy, I get money!” Landon screams to a horribly humiliated groan from Megan. Landon rises and so to does the booing of the Texans. He flashes them an evil grin before leaping forward and trying to swing Krista off his shoulders. That's when his plan goes array as Krista snakes her arms across his neck and pulverizes it against the canvas with an inverted DDT! The mood of the fans instantly shifts and they pour out a sustained roar for her counter. “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” COACH Damn, damn! If that'd hit Landon would've made history, Mikey. Two time Money In The Bank winner, first person to pin Krista one on one, and the man who got the SWF back on television with Da Coach lending his hip urban yet sophisticated style to their commentary booth. That incredible counter seems to have drained even more energy from Krista than Landon, as the Los Angeles native lies against the turnbuckle trying desperately to regain her fleeting breath. Thankfully there's minimal pressure put on her by Maddix, who has dragged his battered bones to the outside. He tries to discuss strategy with Megan, but given recent events is forced to explain to her that he's a man and he has needs. The subject of their bickering finally stirs, and advances onto the ring apron. This goes unnoticed by Maddix who screams like a child when she ambushes him with a flying forearm! COLE You do know the SWF has an announce team already correct? COACH Man, to hell with those no name herbs. Da Coach does it real b-i-g style. ESPN, WWF, OAOAST, I bring swagtastic magic wherever I may roam. Plus, I get away from you, and get paid handsomely to do so. Krista traces her tongue around her luscious red lips at Megan , and with her boyfriend still doing his childlike wailing, that's an offer The Perfect 10 seriously considers. Giving Megan some time to mull it over, KID grabs onto Maddix's stringy hair and guides him towards the Lithuanian (!) announce table. Her intention is to introduce his skull to hard wood, a meeting Landon wants no part of. Thus he overpowers her grip, and before she can fight back he throws her into the table. The audience boos as they see Krista's anguished face magnified on the big screen. Landon, however, is more than thrilled, and fluffs his hair in triumph. COLE You don't have to like Landon Maddix, I'm not even sure Megan does, but you have to admit he's as resilient, smart, and sneaky as any superstar in sports entertainment. Maddix strides forward with a confident swagger and snares Krista into a front facelock. He pulls her limp body away from the table, and with a hook onto her mini skirt, lifts her into the air. There's short pause by La Cucaracha to let the fans register her impending doom. Then he slams her stomach first across the announce table, sending the announcers scattering, and the fans recoiling in horror. Krista goes skidding off the table to the vacated chairs. They provide very minimal cushion but not enough for her preferences and they quickly dump her to the floor that feels so cold against her bare skin. “How are those six hundred dollar heels now, honey?” Landon snorts. “Oh, excuse me, honey, I meant eight hundred, how rude of me, honey!” Krista is in serious pain, and what would normally be grounds for murder, being mocked, is met with a weak grunt of defiance that Landon can barely hear. Back to fluffing his hair, Landon merrily skips to behind the announce desk where Krista's agony paints a picture of sadistic glee on his face. With his fingers wrapped through her golden hair, he scrapes her off the floor and leads her out in front of the table. He winds up, ready to deliver a knock out blow, but as his fist heads towards Krista she blocks it with a forearm. Wild cheers fill the arena, as Krista begins ripping apart his chest with knife edge chops! But the bliss of the audience is frustratingly short lived as Maddix ends her comeback with a rake of her bright blue eyes. “LANDON SUCKS! LANDON SUCKS! LANDON SUCKS!” COACH Like you said, he's resilient and he's smart! COLE He's also a cheap dirty bastard! As Krista is momentarily blinded she has no defense from Landon scooping her into the standing fireman's carry. The fans again go ballistic in booing for the G2S. But, Landon shocks them all by doing something far more deadly than his famous finisher; he throws Krista forward and lets her neck snap off the edge of the announce table! Krista's head spins, the blood pounds in her ears, and she lets out a heart wrenching shriek as she falls to the floor. COLE A modified G2S onto the announce table! What lengths won't this man go to win? COACH Why shouldn't he? He's got a half a million dollars waiting, a company depending on him, and a guaranteed world title shot. I'm out here trying to show the youngsters not to love these ho's, and you catching feelings off a lesbian bitch. That's foul. Adrenaline is pumping through Landon's body, and pure energy stalks him about the outside. Feeling nearly invincible, he shoves a camera guy out the way and climbs the ring steps to proclaim “You are in the presence of greatness! Bask in it, people! Bask in it!” “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” Pain wracked and possibly concussed, Krista doesn't even think to fight back against Maddix as he drags her off the mats. He uses her mini skirt as a leash as he walks past hateful crowd members around the ring. Upon reaching his destination, he chucks KID into the steel steps. Her head crashes into the metal, and the pain is greater than any she's felt all match. Though she's possibly in need of medical attention, Maddix refuses to offer her a second to recuperate. He grabs back onto her skit and leads her off the mat. She sags within his grip, hardly having the strength to stay upright. She doesn't need to stand much longer however, as her rival throws her head into the steps once more. As she falls back to the ground the pain becomes so great she can no longer fashion sounds, and only croaks softly. Amused beyond all right by his carnage, Landon mocks Krista's vanity by checking himself out in an imaginary compact mirror. COLE For our SWF viewers watching this on Prelude To Grandeur I just want to assure you that not all of our referees are senile narcoleptic twits incapable of performing a countout and a disqualifcation. Only six of them are. Krista is shoved back into the ring by La Cucaracha. He buries his boot in the back of her head, then watches entertained as she struggles in vain to get to her feet. After she sinks back to the canvas, defeated by her misery, he rushes in and drops an elbow onto her head. The fans spew venom at him, which causes him to lean through the ropes and smile as disingenuous a smile as his lips can possibly form. COLE Why do I never fail to be disgusted and annoyed with Landon Maddix? COACH 'Cause you a bitch, duke. Nails dug into the mat, Krista crawls across the ring. She has no clue where she's going, but only knows that movement is the only thing that keeps her conscious. But, La Cucaracha stops her dead in her tracks with another running elbow to the head. As the pain from that blow sends shockwaves through her head, she wants to pass out. But, she's held awake by Landon sitting on top of her and holding her weary face out towards a booing crowd. “Awww what's the matter, Krista? Why so glum? Your mascara running?” Landon asks then chuckles to Megan. “LET'S GO KRISTA! LET'S GO KRISTA!” Maddix picks Krista up, and uses her vibrant hair as a leash to lead her to the corner. His plan is to use the posts to beat her into an early retirement. But Krista blocks his first attempt, and draws a mighty cheer form the fans as she hammers Maddix's face into the posts. Enraged that he would even consider touching her supermodel features, she brutally ravages his visage against the ring posts. The only thing that stops her is a warning from the suddenly awake senior referee. Not bothering to argue with Clem, Krista rushes to the ropes, timing her return to catch Landon as he stumbles out the corner. Her ten million dollar legs leap into his chest in another try for the KIDology. But, Maddix is again up to task, and recovers enough of his strength to spine buster her to the ground! “BOOOOOO”hisses the audience as a hair fluffing Landon struts across the ring before coming back to assail Krista's head with his latest elbow drop. Assured that Krista's been sufficiently pummeled, he hooks her leg for what he dubs a “$500,000 pinfall” ONE! TWO! But, Krista somehow finds the strength she needs to kickout! “YEAAAAAA!” COACH Landon is so close, Mikey, so close to doing the unpredictable and defeating Krista Isadora Duncan. And who better to do it than him, the only man to hold both the SWF and OAOAST world championships? Maddix crouches over, eying down Krista with predatory intent, waiting for her to stand so he can strike. She rises weakly, unaware of the vicious maneuver the SWF Commissioner has in store for her. He exposes her to his master pla, by jumping into her with a front facelock and bringing her down with a body scissors. Hisses and jeers come down from every corner of the arena, as Landon loudly announces Krista imminent submission. COLE Wet Cement! Wet Cement! “Or Grand Theft Taamo” Megan remarks, confusing Cole and anyone's who never read an SWF show. Krista wants to clutch her head, her pounding ears, to punch Maddix, anything that will drive this ruinous pain out her skull. Her body is shot through with paralyzing agony, and almost as though he can sense it, Maddix breaks out with a demented smile. He looks almost satanic smiling that smile that grows wider as Krista's eyes explode in pain. “LET'S GO KRISTA! LET'S GO KRISTA! LET'S GO KRISTA!” “Tap! Tap, woman, tap!” Maddix screams. Landon's words of discouragement are drowned out by the sixty thousand in the crowd, urging Miss California to find the strength needed to break free of her foe's grip. But all she does is gasp and gurgle as Maddix's hold grows ever tighter. COLE We all know Krista's never lost a one on one match in her life, but she's never submitted period. Landon is a tap out away from two historic firsts and a guaranteed world title opportunity! Krista lies there gasping her every breath labored, each one coming harder than the one before it. Her head feels as though it were on fire, and her pulse thuds through her ears. Even with all this mounted against her, and Maddix begging her to submit, Krista hasn't lost the will to continue to fight. Her hands are free, and they hammer Landon's face with every ounce of strength they can possibly muster. At first they do little more than just give the depressed fans something to cheer for. But, as both of Landon's arms are occupied with her head, they soon begin to do damage to the Spanish import. “LET'S GO KRISTA! LET'S GO KRISTA! LET'S GO KRISTA!” the chants are more enthusiastic than before, in large part due to Landon's grip noticeably weakening. She continues to batter away at his face, never once stopping no matter how many times she feels her consciousness slipping away. Finally she strikes pay dirt, and a nasty punch across Landon's still sore nose causes him to break the hold and protect his face out of instinct. COLE And Krista is free, showing the same resolve Jade did to beat Malaysia earlier tonight! Maddix regains his footing, and his twisted grin is replaced by a twisted snarl. That anger drives him at Krista with arms raised in a polish hammer. However, she greets his arrival with spinning kick to his gut. His beat red chest is further mauled by rage fueled chops that enchant the audience. As Landon is left in a torturing haze, Krista rushes to the ropes and returns to bowl him over with a high flipping lariat! Just as soon as he touches the ground Miss California is back off the ropes and her lovely tan legs obliterate him with a crowd popping spinning wheel quick! Yet, Maddix gets up remarkably fast, and bum rushes Krissy with a lariat. Thankfully the beauty is prepared for his arrival and catches him with the Blonds Never Pay a Cover (Side Effect)! “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” Clutching onto his sore neck, Maddix uneasily rises to face his reenergized foe. But she's no where to be found, having made another trip to the cables. By the time Maddix gets a read on her, her bare legs are leaping into him for one more try at the KIDology. Again, Maddix sternly refuses to fall prey to the move and shoves her away. Although she lands on her feet, that's of small comfort to the fitness queen, and highly annoyed, she rumbles at Maddix in blind rage. That blind rage brings upon her downfall, as Maddix simply ducks low and lets her glide onto his shoulders in set up for the G2S! “BOOOOOOO!” COACH Here we go! Weakened by such a trying match, Maddix has a devil of a time keeping hold of Krista's baby oil soaked body and she succeeds in gliding down his back to her freedom. But its freedom that doesn't last for more than a few seconds before the OAOAST's "Savior" shocks her with a stunner! Krista timbers back to the canvas like a mini skirted tree, and the wrathful audience assaults Maddix with jeers. While he attempts to win the audience to his side with more hair fluffing, Krista rolls to the ring apron to try and still the throbbing headache that nearly cripples her. Only mere seconds later her time to recover is interrupted by Landon taking hold of her hair. He lifts her up and snags her into a front facelock. Almost immediately she tries to break out his bonds, but his strength is too great for her and he extends her body forward to leave her draped over the ropes. A quick victory nod to Megan comes before La Cucaracha DDT's his popular foe into the canvas! With his arms still tied like a noose around his neck, he rolls her upright and then strikes her with a second DDT! She's puddy within his grip as he brings her up again for a third and final DDT. The fans say a little prayer that their girl can pull through, as Maddix rolls her over for a pinfall.... ONE! TWO! Miss California sends the capacity crowd into a frenzy by shooting her shoulder off the mat just in time to keep the MITB briefcase out of Landon's possession. COACH Landon is close, Mikey, cause every move that targets her head gets him a little closer to hitting that G2S. And when he hits that move its a over for Krissy. Or "its a wrap" as she says in Hollywood. COLE He has to hit the move first. I think we're in double digits for missed finishers! Landon gets to his feet and stalks across the ring awaiting his foe to stand. As she slowly begins to stir, he begins dripping with malice and rage. The ropes help her to feet, but her confused state forces her into the waiting arms of Maddix who hoists her up for his latest G2S effort! But, Krista again slithers down his front, and before this even has a second to settle in his mind, she's dropkicking him in the chest! Her powerful legs launch him clear across the ring where's he tangled in the ropes, almost a sitting duck for the GLAADiator. She lets out a roar worthy of a gladiator then stampedes towards her rival. Yet, Maddix isn't nearly as incapacitated as she believed, and she's exposed to this chilling fact when he ducks to the ground, bringing the top rope with him. Incapable of hitting the breaks on time, Krissy is thrown from the ring! Like a crippled leather bound bird she falls, letting out a long terrified scream before splattering onto the outside mats. The audience reacts with cringes and cries, not knowing if the feisty Californian can take any more punishment. For his part Landon tries to win them over and screams, “Look at all this Madnificence! You know you want it! You know you love the Madnificence!” “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” COLE Did he say Madnificence? Do you really want this man on TV twice a week? You'd have Amnesty International protesting the TSM offices for crimes against humanity. Hearing Krista's cries beneath the bile of the audience, Landon senses blood in the water and quickly departs the ring. He rushes to Krista's location, wanting to get there before she recover even a smidgen of her strength. With his hand wrapped around her skimpy vest top he hauls her off the mat. Then he whips her towards the steel steps with such incredible force he himself falls to the ground. Miss California is rammed head first into the metal, completely dislodging the steps and sending worried gasps from the mouthes of the fans. Their concern isn't eased any as she rolls over onto her back, face totally void of any life. “LET'S GO KRISTA! LET'S GO KRISTA! LET'S GO KRISTA!” COACH When Landon Maddix gets back to the SWF lockeroom, every one in there better stand up and praise him as a leader, and a hero because my man is going all out here tonight to make their world a better place to live. COLE He's ramming a single mother of two who weighs over fifty pounds less than him into steel steps. He's a great American hero. He makes John Wayne look like a member of the Taliban. Maddix roughly yanks her upright and deposits her back into the ring. He quickly scampers inside himself, where he hooks her leg for a crucial pin fall... ONE! TWO! Krista hauls her shoulder off the canvas at the last possible second, and the fans rejoice with more chants of her name. While Megan reacts with total disbelief at Krista's escape, Landon only shrugs his shoulders in cool arrogance. But, his girlfriend can't match his unshakable confidence and hastily begins barking orders. “You've got to try the Go 2 Sleep!” She shouts. “Instead of being miss negative all the time,” Krista comments “Why don't you be miss help a playa out by jumping onto the apron and taking off your top to distract Krista?” Enraged that Krista can even formulate a complete sentence, much less solicit his girlfriend, Maddix bum rushes wrestling's favorite lesbian cougar. But Krista meets his arrival with an elbow that sends him staggering backwards. Landon's moment of incapacitation gives her all the time she needs to springboard off the second rope and strike him with an enziguri! As the spectator toss humongous cheers in the air, a lifeless Maddix flops to the floor, and Krista begins fluffing her wonderful hair. One might assume she's mocking him, but given how narcissistic she is that's highly doubtful. COLE Well, Megan and Landon always have a plan, its just sometimes Landon isn't quite smart enough to follow it. Krista skedaddles outside the ring and ventures towards the top rope. She provides the money in the bank match a true money shot by reaching the top in the most bent over way possible. Megan, realizing, that such an attack could spell doom for her beau and the SWF rushes onto the apron to distract Krista. Annoyed, Miss California wonders why she's wasting her time if she's not topless or planning on getting topless. The answer of course is that her distraction allows Landon to scamper up to Krista's position. He begins hammering Krista with forearms to the throat, as the fans hold their collective breath out of fear. After several strikes hit home it appears their fears may be realized as Maddix is now able to wrap her left arm across hid right. The noise of the audience grows louder, as they desperately urge Krissy to fight off Maddix's attack. Not one to disappoint her fanbase, Krista counters by cursing Landon with an indescribable pain brought on by the Blue Ball Special (testicular claw). Or does she? Krista gropes and gropes, and seemingly comes up empty handed. She tries again and again, hoping to strike pay dirt, but has no luck. Finally she shrugs her free shoulder and shouts out there's nothing there! “BALLLESS WONDER! BALLLESS WONDER! BALLESS WONDER!” “I have balls!” Landon whines. “I have balls the size of California!” “You have balls the shape of a sock?” Krista wonders. “No, the size! Shape refers to the external form or appearance, whereas size is the relative dimensions or magnit...look, just feel my balls, okay? Just feel them! I derive no pleasure from it! I swear!” Wrong thing to say, my friend. Krista angrily shoves her would be sexual harasser off the ropes. Even though he comes down on his feet, that's of little use to him as Krista puts him on the ground and wows the crowd with a shooting star press! Landon is left on dream street, exhausted, humiliated, and on the verge of defeat. All things he promised wouldn't happen to him against the walk of famer. He lies face down the mat, barely able to hear the words of encouragement Megan shouts at him. COLE That just connected perfectly with Landon's chest! Is this the end for Landon Maddix? COACH Son, you musta lost it! I wanna know what you been smokin on to think that. Landon thrives in high pressure matches, this is just another day at the office for him Hunching over to await Maddix's rise, Krista treats the audience to another bootylicious view. And when La Cucaracha rises she rushes forward to treat him to an induction into the church of KIDology! But, yet again, Landon refutes her efforts and jostles her away. She falls back on her feet, but hasn't time to prepare herself before Maddix astonishes her and the crowd with a KIDology of his own! COLE Landon Maddix hit the KIDology! I don't believe it! Even Landon himself seems surprised to have accomplished what Krista's failed at all match, and he beams a smile brought on by a euphoric high. As the audience boos his stealing of Krista finisher, he covers her body. ONE! TWO! Krista kicks out, a great shock to an audience that resigned themselves to an inevitable second world title run from Maddix. “LET'S GO KRISTA! LET'S GO KRISTA! LET'S GO KRISTA!” Though mortally exhausted, both competitors find the will and the strength within them to head to their feet. Their only motivator is the briefcase resting in Terry Taylor's lap. For the moment its Landon who seems to want it more as he slashes his boots into Krista's heavily insured legs. As she's weak on her feet, he runs the ropes, preparing to strike her with a shining wizard when he returns. But when he reaches Miss California, she lowers her body and captures him onto her shoulders. Maddix shrieks in horror, and the audience pops huge, neither one noticing Krista is barely able to support his two hundred eight pounds. Thankfully for her and the fans, her legs hold up long enough for her to crush him with his Go 2 Sleep! “YEAAAAAAA!” COLE Go 2 Sleep Landon Maddix, your money in the bank dreams have just turned into a nightmare! Landon's body contracts and convulses on the ground, and he screams in pain; its quite the spectacular image to a woman who's tried so desperately to put him away. She hooks his leg, and all of the Alamo Dome counts along. CROWD ONE! CROWD TWO! Maddix kicks out, and the fans are infuriated! They blast the referee for not making a quicker count, and Maddix for even managing to pull through his dangerous finisher. Krista decides to let the voices of her sixty thousand closest friends deal with the ref, and gets to her feet to deal with Maddix. “BOOOOOO!”holler the audience, their attention shifting from Buzzlefoxer and Maddix to the man who trots down the entry ramp. Its Landon's loyal lackey, James Blonde, clad in a SWF Prelude To Grandeur t-shirt. But perhaps a more troubling concern to Krista's legion of fans is that Megan Skye through a swift kick to the skull has forcibly removed the cash filled briefcase from Terry's possession. Taylor tries his hardest to recover the briefcase, but Megan will have none of that and stomps him down. COACH Terry, you're a two hundred plus pound former wrestler and you just got bullied by a one hundred twenty pound woman. If she loses this match, Krista is gonna have yo ass hanging from rafters by meathooks. Hollering a torrent of profanities at Krista, The Trendsetter reaches the apron in one graceful leap. His cruel words draw the attention of the hot headed Californian, while Megan draws the attention of Buzzlefoxer. Although he's standing mere inches away from her, his god awful sight lets her sneak the half a million dollar briefcase to the waiting hands of her boyfriend. COLE Megan gave Landon the briefcase and she has Clem distracted! Turn around, Krista! Indeed that would be a prudent action, as Landon is wielding the briefcase like a battering ram and charging towards Krista. But, as he's only a few inches away from dashing her world title hopes, the SoCal babe turns away from Blonde and catches his leader with the KIDology! Hands held onto the briefcase, Maddix hasn't any way of shoving Krista away this time. He finally experiences the horrific pain he's avoided all night long and his jaw and chest are brought directly into the hard surface of the case! A roar that's both a mixture of excitement and relief rushes through the stands at the sight of Landon flopping over to the mat. COLE Krista hit it! She finally hit the KIDology! With Megan's skin turning a shade of milky white and her body on the verge of fainting, Krista hooks her man's leg for a pivotal pinfall. At the urging of sixty thousand screaming wrestling nerds, Buzzlefoxer scores the fall. CROWD ONE! CROWD TWO! COACH Kickout, Landon! You gotta kickout! CROWD THREE! And with that three count comes an outpouring of mammoth cheers from the sold out crowd, everyone on their feet, celebrating as if they themselves just saw the culmination of a grueling two month tournament. MGMT's Electric Feel just adds to the wonderful festive atmosphere. On the outside, Terry Taylor can breath the greatest sigh of relief of his life, because after all being hung by your ass from meathooks probably hurts. BUFFER The winner of the sixteen person Money In The Bank Tournament, and half a million dollars of Theodore Moneymaker's money....KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAN! COLE Ladies and gentlemen, Krista Isadora Duncan has done it! On the night that Little Miss California has become the women's champion, Miss California has become Miss Money In The Bank! What a day for the Duncan girls! COACH Mister Moneymaker, if you're watching I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Indeed Theodore Moneymaker is watching, as we cut backstage to his dressing room and find his head buried in his hands in an infinite sorrow, and Mackenzie struggling to find the words to comfort him. Back in the ring, Megan cradles Landon in her arms, her lips brushing her sweat soaked skin, her long fingers caressing his withered face. Though motionless, Landon is very much awake his eyes hardened by the loss, his heart keenly aware of the emptiness left behind by the future that was taken away from him. Elsewhere Blonde heaps plea after plea upon Buzzlefoxer to rescind his ruling and call for a disqualification of Krista. There's nothing to be done, however, and his idol is just another name in the long list of people to fall victim to Krista. COLE Landon Maddix promised he'd repeat as Mister Money In The Bank, he promised he'd win the half a million dollars, he promised he'd return the SWF back to television, and he promised to do the unpredictable. But, La Cucaracha, tonight belongs to Krista Isadora Duncan, and that's oh so predictable! Krista is the happiest she's ever been in the OAOAST. Though that's not saying much, it does say something when she joyously falls into Terry Taylor's arms with her only intention being to celebrate with him and not belly to belly suplex him. TT feels as much bliss as she does, and enthusiastically returns her hug. As she's handed the briefcase that helped her so, delight and glow in her eyes. Winded and panting, she rises to the top turnbuckles. She beams an exhilarated grin with the briefcase clutched against her chest, and the audience and Terry showing their love with a massive ovation. $$$MONEY IN THE BANK 2008 WINNER$$$ ***KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAN*** Edited September 3, 2008 by Patty O'Green Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted September 1, 2008 (edited) COLE And here we go with one-half of our double main event this evening. COACH No, no, no, no. This IS our main event. COLE In any event, it's one of our feature bouts. Right now, let's head up to the ring and Michael Buffer. Standing in the center of ring is Michael Buffer with a blue spotlight shinning down on him as the only illumination in an otherwise darkened arena. The roar of the crowd is gigantic and the legendary announcer is forced to strain his voice to be heard. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen it is time for our main event of Angleslam 2008! There's a huge pop from the audience who foist up their pro-In Crowd anti-Enterprise signage. BUFFER It is a three on two handicap match made in Corporate Greed scheduled for one fall with a time limit of sixty minutes! Let's meet the trouble shooting special guest referee as appointed by Josie Baker! The cameras roam towards the entrance where blue and purple lights beam from the edges of the sherrif's badge. "Simply Ravishing" kicks up to a huge ovation from the Texas faithful. Welcoming their cheers with raised hands as he steps through the saloon doors is Tony Brannigan, outfitted in the usual attire of a referee. The former world champion pauses with hands on hips to gaze out at the sea of fans as the blue and purple lights continue to swirl around him at a slow deliberate pace. BUFFER He is a three time tag team champion, a former world champion, a true OAOAST Original, he is one half of the one of the greatest tag teams of all time Black T, ladies and gentlemen please welcome to Alamo Dome....TONY BRANNIGAN! Tony smirks and nods to the fans, who are all but on their knees worshipping the OAOAST legend. He walks down the entrance ramp with a slow step taking in his moment in the spotlight for all its worth and soaking in the every cheer of the San Antonio audience. As he trots up the stairs he remains ever confident, showing no signs of intimidation from this high profile role. COLE Its hard to have to bring this up about a guy like Tony Brannigan. But can he be trusted? He is Theodore Moneymaker's cousin and even though they've had their problems in the past, blood runs thick, and so does the cash Moneymaker shoved into Brannigan's pocket this past HeldDOWN~! We like to think our champions and our legends have integrity but with stakes this high, I just don't know. COACH Yo, I don't think Josie picked T.Bod out of all the OAOAST superstars past and present if he wasn't gonna look out for her boy. The money Mister Moneymaker slipped in his pocket is just gravy, baby. A brilliant green glow engulfs the entrance stage, making it look like some sort of sci-fi wild west themed jungle overran by unseen but malvolent plant life. With this fantastic showing of colour comes the detested theme song, and the flood of boos for the men it heralds. Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith Saloon doors swing open, and with that comes a tremendous increase in the hatred of the audience. Yet, Abdullah Abir Nerdly, dancing with the Koran close to his chest, is immune to such anger with his broad and loving smile serving as his shield. Behind him comes Christian Wright, grinning from ear to ear, attired in a blue blazer, black tie and blue slacks. He holds his arms out to his side and grins even wider in self satisfaction as Abdullah now performs his joyful dance around him as though he were some holy statue. At their side is their leader. Theodore Moneymaker, expression one of arrogance, his hair slightly unkempt, his body shining as it pours into red tights with dollar signs on the side. Hooked on his arm is a smug faced Mackenize DeCenzo, looking as ravishing as Brannigan's entrance music with a black halter evening dress with wood beans draped around the bust. BUFFER Introducing the competitors being accompanied to the ring by the Money Honey Mackenzie DeCenzo! First he weighed in at one hundred eighty seven pounds, and stands five feet eight inches, he is "The Speaker for the Prophets" and an "Inspirational Leader" to man. He is from Las Vegas by way of Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, by way of Damascus Syria, representing The Heavenly Rockers he is ABDULLAH ABIR NERDLY! And his partner weighing 8 1/3 bars of gold, now residing in Washington D.C., he is the Enterprise's Financial Analyst, CHRISTIAN WRIGHT! And finally from Vero Beach, Florida, this man needs no real introduction he is the CEO of The Enterprise, the second largest investor in TSM, the heir to Moneymaker fortune, he is THEODORE MONEYMAKER! Three green and red pryo explosions rip through the air from the top tips of the gigantic sherrif's badge, each bringing equally booming laughter from the throat of Moneymaker. As they walk down the aisle trailed by a train of boos, Christian removes his tie and jacket and arrogantly tosses them to the floor. Abdullah makes quite the show of himself, both singing high praises for his partners and dancing with celebratory glee. COLE The Enterprise is deadly. Their 2008 has seen them change Jade's life by revealing that she's Krista's daughter, get Anglesault fired, Josie hired, break up Rescue 911, and finally have Bohemoth arrested for rape! COACH Dudes is cold, a week in the Saraha couldn't melt them. They frost bitten, touch your hand a finger gonna fall right off. But, let me get this out right quick, props to Mackenzie for having the strength and courage to stand out here today. She's a survivor! She ain't gonna give up. Mackenzie takes position on the outside turning up her nose at the fans to offer her total attention to applauding her troops that enter the ring. Abdullah plays ambassador to Tony Brannigan and offers him words of prayer and blessings. Moneymaker, however, strangley ignores his cousin. Instead he practices his boxing, by punching Wright''s open hands and getting boastful words of encouragement from his best friend. They then share a hearty laugh and a hug, a sign of certain confidence in this pivotal bout. After so long an absence, the famous drum beat returns to OAOAST television, and brings it with it the deafaning screams of sixty thousand fans. Being so excited that they're barely able to maintain sanity, the fans joyously clap along to Weezer's Beverly Hills. They nearly scream themselves hoarse at the sight of Leon Rodez, clad in an In Crowd varsity jacket as opposed to his usual robe. Mimicking his image on the video screens, The New Age Love Machine does a qucik 360 twirl. He drops to his knees, and with a huge smile taking over his face points to the saloon doors. Right on cue, Zack Malibu, emerges to another stunning roar. He lacks all of Rodez delight and happiness, glaring at Moneymaker and crew through the beautiful droplets of his golden pyro fall, his hatred sizzling as hot and as brightly as that fireworks display. He tosses his varsity jacket to the floor and motions for Leon to follow him down the ramp. BUFFER And their opponents,, Hailing from Grand Rapids, Michigan and Providence, Rhode Island respectively...they weigh in at a total combined weight of four hundred, twenty eight pounds. They are former OAOAST WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... "SILKY SMOOTH" LEON RODEZ... ZACK MALIBU... THE UUSSSSSUUUUAAAAAAALLL SSSSUUUUUSSSSSPPEEEEECCTTSSSSSSS!! COLE The Usual Suspects back in action! Don't let The Enterprise's stunt on the House of Worship on HeldDOWN~! fool you, these men are as tight as brothers. Leon has had Zack's back for years and vice versa. COACH Is that right? I only remember Zack helping out Leon once when Jade turned on him. He didn't do shit to help him through the Money In The Bank tournament. He never did nothing back when Brickston was messing him up. But when The Franchise so much as gots a hang nail he expects The Silky Smooth one to be right there with the tweezers and the bandaid. Don't get it twisted Zack is a user. Even with men who want to wipe him off the face of the OAOAST staring him down, even with Reject's cautionary words still fresh on his mind, Leon is as gregeraious and good natured as ever. He slaps hands with the fans, and of course gives much love to his female admirers with pecks on the cheek. Zack is the perfect example of stone faced determination, not even reacting when his white pyro pillars explode into a tower that nearly reaches up to the ceiling. Amidst all the cheering and chanting of he and Leon's names, he looks dead into the camera and says "This one is for you, Bo." COLE Leon Rodez is very famillar with The Enterprise and what they're capable of. Christian Wright and Zack Malibu have met once before for the HI-YAH world title at Zero Hour, he has many experiences both good and bad with Tony Brannigan, but has never in his life faced Theodore Moneymaker. Zack needs to beware, because Moneymaker is a damn dangerous competitor, and an evil son of a bitch! Entering the ring, Malibu hardly knows which man he wishes to attack first. Abdullah for ruining his classic match with Nathaniel Black, Christian Wright for his snobbish arrogance, or Theodore Moneymaker who has orchestrated this entire stable warfare. Thankfully he has the much more level headed Rodez to keep him from doing something he and his pocket book will regret. "USUAL SUSPECTS! USUAL SUSPECTS! USUAL SUSPECTS!", the audience pays loud respects to the former tag team champions. The camera pans across the outside area to show an unusual amount of security guards, headed up by The Enterprise's Detective Bosley and CPA. V.I.C.E's guards are heavily muscled men, thick arms folded across even thicker chest, all clad in black and wearing the same stern expression. COLE Tony Brannigan is here to keep order, but Josie may not have as much faith in him as he thought with guys like that around. I'm not sure how impartial these guys will be if they're led by V.I.C.E, however. The last thing we need is them ruining this classic contest. COACH One of the In Crowd is a woman hating disgusting rapist, another has left his jizz in every crackwhore in America, one is a crackwhore, and the leader pulled on a gun on a dude once! And you're harping on V.I.C.E? From across the ring Zack's chilly glare shoots bullets at Theodore Moneymaker, and his mouth utters threats of violence to come. Any other man would be looking for the quickest way out of town, but Moneymaker welcomes the hatred and bile, and hollers at the OAOAST legend to put actions behind his words. Its unlikely Zack can hear over the roar of an audience that's still on their feet, but Moneymaker's defiant expression gets the message across clearer than any words ever could. COLE The atmosphere inside the Alamo dome is like nothing I've ever seen before. Folks, I wish you here with us for this one, its something else! DING DING DING With the ringing of the bell the fans launch another huge ovation into the air as the two stable leaders come face to face in the ring for the first time. Malibu stands tall and proud, his brown eyes never once blinking. Moneymaker isn't nearly as stoic, and makes a pouty face, arrogantly rubbing in all that he's done to disrupt the state of Malibu's beloved OAOAST. He gives Zack's cheek a light tap and snickers bellow the shocked reaction of the crowd. His laughing is cut violently short, though, when Zack cracks him across his handsome face with a slap! "YEAAAAAA!" COLE Oh boy! Here we go! Let's make history! Moneymaker is first in shock and then in anger. And its anger that throws a haymaker at Malibu. But The Franchise ducks beneath and quickly scurries behind his foe. As The Billion Dollar Heir turns around, he's tagged with a series of right hands that have the crowd shouting in delight. Moneymaker comes back with a right of his own, but Zack throws up his forearm to deflect the blow. The unexpected block has the billionaire teetering backwards. Its a position Malibu is quick to take advantage of when he launches his foot forward in a School's Out! But, Moneymaker reacts with lightening quickness and catches onto Zack's boot. He slams it back to the ground in a huff, and merely chuckles at the OAOAST poster boy's failure to execute his finisher. COACH Zack almost had the knockout right there! He can't be doin that to the second largest investor in TSM though. That ain't right. Imagine if at the world series or some shit, Manny Ramirez just chucked a ball at Rupert Murdoch's head. Don't make no sense! Zack fires off several more punches that come within inches of a bobbing and weaving Moneymaker. The Enterprise leader efforts a counter attack by trying to meet Zack punch for punch. But, Malibu is a hair faster and rips a knee into his six packed stomach. A cruel smile lights up Zack's face, as he begins lighting up Moneymaker's chest with furious knife edge chops. The audience hoots and hollers as Moneymaker's face sags in agony. Mackenzie realizes that Zack could chop her boss straight to his bone, and in order to end his attack, the fetching lass steps onto the ring apron. The distraction works to perfection; Zack pauses to demand her removal, and Moneymaker capitalizes by swatting him in the back of the head. "MONEYMAKER SUCKS! MONEYMAKER SUCKS! MONEYMAKER SUCKS!" "SILENCE!" Christian screams from his perch on the apron. The wealthy Floridian latches onto Malibu's arm and attempts to Irish whip him towards the corner. However, Zack reverses the hold, and throws Moneymaker into the ringposts with such hellish force that the tycoon is lifted up and over the turnbuckles and thrown to the outside. His two hundred thirty plus pounds gracelessly crash to the outside and the response from the Texas audience as well as a shrieking Mackenzie is deafening. "MALIBU! MALIBU! MALIBU!" sing the audience, as Mackie rushes to check on the man who signs her paychecks. Once she's assured his check signing hand isn't broken, her concern lessens just a little bit. COLE Zack is PO'ed! He just threw a man nearly twenty pounds heavier then him all the way out this ring. That's scary power from our Franchise! Equally scary is the enraged look that possess Zack's face as he leans over the ropes and orders Moneymaker to return to the fight. All Theodore can offer is miserable groans, so Mackenzie bickers with Zack for him. But Malibu quickly grows tired of dealing with her and prepares to leave the ring to fetch Moneymaker himself. However, he's halted by a clubbing forearm from Christian Wright! "BOOOOO!" "I do believe, I ordered silence!" Wright complains as he hammers Zack's back with open handed slaps. Having weakened his opponent enough with this attacks, The Natural guides him to the corner. He places him against the posts, and begins bashing his fist across Zack's face. As Wright's hands make mincemeat out of Zack's defined facial features, special referee Tony Brannigan warns strongly about closed fists but shocking allows the proud 2005 Rookie of the year to remain in despite there being no tag. CW adheres to the caution and ceases his illegal attacks, but only does so in order to push Zack lower to the ring. This allows him to put his Brooks Brother's dress shoes directly onto the head of the three time world champion. Zack screams in agony, which is but music to Wright's ears. "LET'S GO ZACK! LET'S GO ZACK! LET'S GO ZACK!" the fans try to rally the ultimate good guy. "SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE!" Wright demands, but only gets it when he quits using Zack's face as a welcome mat. He and Brannigan have several words in the middle of the ring about his tactics, an argument prolonged because T-Bod has no idea what anything Wright says means. This debate allows for sneaky play by Abdullah. He rushes to Zack's position, lifts him to his feet by his blond hair, and begins mercilessly clawing at his eyes! "BOOOOOOO!" COLE Come on! Abdullah claims to be a leader of men, but do you think you ever saw a leader of men like Martin Luther King tear at someone's eyes? COACH MLK once shot at Malcom X over a dice game. And Rosa Parks once fucked up JFK on some crack beef. True stories right there. By the time Brannigan notices the booing, Abdullah is back in his corner, offering his thanks to Allah, and Zack is back to his feet seeking offers for good optometrist. Wright marches over to him, and shreds at the skin on his chest with his trademark European uppercuts. Desperate to be free of these flesh searing strikes, Zack grips onto the ropes and guides his weak legs down the ring. But CW stalks his path and chips away at his strength with punches to his back. Zack, however, fights back against him with a boot to the stomach that shoves The Natural away. Greatly annoyed by the strike, Wright snarls and charges in and EATS A SCHOOL'S OUT! "YEAAAAAAA!" screams the audience, getting back to their feet! COLE Christian Wright, School is out, and you've been knocked out! Is that it for The Enterprise in this epic bout? The answer to that question is a resounding no, coming from a BILLON $ KNEELIFT from Theodore Moneymaker! "MONEYMAKER SUCKS! MONEYMAKER SUCKS! MONEYMAKER SUCKS!" Not exactly appreciative of the unkind words, Moneymaker spits at the front row audience which simply works to increase the entire arena's furor. The CEO of The Enterprise then turns his anger upon Zack Malibu and smears his face with A FISTFUL OF DOLLARS! While the fans boo his signature strike, Moneymaker goes for the first pinfall of the contest, his forearm pressed against the face of the Franchise. ONE! TWO! Zack gets his shoulder off the mat! COLE Zack isn't going to go down like that. Not this early in the contest. Not ever in fact. COACH Zack is facing a very different breed of superstar in The Enterprise. A smarter, more intelligent breed. And a richer one! Go on and get yo paper, dawgs! Moneymaker scrapes Zack off the canvas by the waistband of his blue tights. He shoves him into a neutral corner, and takes aim at his ribs, blasting them in an unrelenting assault. The Billion Dollar Heir then cuts short that attack in order to watch with a giddy pleasure as Zack hunches over and winces in pain. Moneymaker picks his head up and offers him a vicious slap across the cheek, returning the favor from earlier, sending a tiny amount of blood from the mouth of The Franchise. "You can't win this war, Zack!" Moneymaker shouts as much to Malibu as to his numerous fans. He grabs onto Zack's arm and pries him away from the ropes to throw him across the ring. But Zack somehow manages to counter and its the billionaire who suffers a brutal crash into the turnbuckles. But Moneymaker shakes off the bone crushing impact and comes darting at his rival with a back elbow. Malibu ducks beneath the rapidly approaching attack and lifts himself onto the second rope. Moneymaker regains his footing only to have his face breakout in fear, as Zack crashes into him with a cross body block! The fans applaud Zack's aerial expertise, and he nods to them as he hooks Moneymaker's leg for a pinfall... ONE! Moneymaker kicks out well before the two, but has to take several moments to regain his breath. With his enemy incapacitated, Zack gets to his feet and heads to his corner where he applies the tag to The Grand Rapids Golden Child! The cheers and applause for Leon Rodez are raucous, especially from the female fans. Le-Ro keeps it cool, though, shrugging his shoulders in an obviously false humility. COLE When this version of the In Crowd got together we knew we'd see The Usual Suspects along with it, but who knew it would be on such a huge stage? Leon charges into the ring at his longtime rival. But Moneymaker charges him as well, and strikes viciously with a devastating running high knee! The shot folds and contorts Leon like origami, leaving him a wounded wreck in just his first few seconds in the match. COLE Leon Rodez, getting planted by Theodore Moneymaker! Moneymaker stands above Leon, his hands held to him, and his sneering face gazing at the crowd, as if to wonder how they can cheer for this man. They boo the former tag champ and their hatred increases ten fold when he drops rapid-fire elbows across the Silky Smooth one's chest. Moneymaker then grabs Le-Ro by his heavily gelled hair and leads him off his feet. He shoves him into the ropes and as Leon bounces back he buries his knee deep into his midsection. The Billion Dollar Heir chortles with a sickening joy, and loving that move so much, he replays it once more. He then throws his foe across the ring. Leon bounces off the ropes, ready to stage a counterattack against Moneymaker. But the Vero Beach native is several steps faster and sends him hurtling through the air with another knee to the stomach! The Grand Rapids Golden Child lands smack on the canvas, immediately clutching his sore midsection. "LET'S GO LEON! LET'S GO LEON! LET'S GO LEON!" COLE The fans getting behind Leon, who's had so many problems with Theodore Moneymaker in the past. Last year's Angleslam these two met in a five on five match in which Jade turned her back on The Enterprise and went back to the side of Leon Rodez and D*LUX where she belongs. Still holding onto his stomach, Leon begins rolling away from his opponent. But Moneymaker trails his retreat, gazing down on him with a pure contempt. Leon finally reaches the corner posts and with no where to go, the tycoon lifts him up by the purple collar of his singlet and stares harshly into his eyes. After offering Mister Rodez a few choice vulgarities, Moneymaker launches him into the opposite ropes. Leon hits the corner posts with a thud, but there's no rest for his weary bones as Moneymaker charges in with a back elbow. But the New Age Love Machine kicks up his legs and jams both knees into the spine of Moneymaker! While the Billion Dollar Heir lies in pain, Leon quickly scampers to the top rope. COLE Leon going up top! COACH Really, because I couldn't tell and all, with him climbing the turnbuckles only fifteen feet in front of me, two monitors showing the same thing, a scoreboard showing it, and that huge video screen showing it to. So thank you. COLE At least I know the visually impaired are. So there. Moneymaker quits pouting over Leon's attack long enough to begin peppering him with shots to his lower back. Given his position there's little Rodez can do besides wail in agony from the attacks. Thus Moneymaker has an easy time of taking hold of Leon and attaching his legs across his shoulders. The fans moan in panic as the hated heel pulls Leon off the ropes and into an unwelcome position. Abdullah holds his hands out in preemptive celebration of what's sure to be a deadly move. COLE Electric chair drop! Not if Silky Smooth has anything to say about, he rotates his limber body out and nauseates The Enterprise CEO with a picture perfect hurricanrana! Immediatley after hitting the mat, Moneymaker crawls on all fours reaching the corner and using it to pull himself up. Leon hounds him, paying little attention to his cowardly efforts to beg off. As such Moneymaker takes an even more pathetic route and sticks his body beneath the ropes, forcing Brannigan to get Rodez to back off. Rodez isn't exactly thrilled with this and argues that Moneymaker is simply doing this because the match is no longer going in his favor, but "rules are rules" says Brannigan. Taking advantage of the discussion between his cousin and his rival, Moneymaker gathers a wad of spit within his mouth and hurls it at Rodez! A huge clump of soggy disgusting spit lands on Leon's cheek, and a small frown forms on his face. Moneymaker smiles broadly and dares Rodez to take a swing at him. COLE Everyone knows Leon doesn't get mad... He gets even, bay-bee, this time by taking his own huge chunk of spit and casually blasting Moneymaker with it! COACH Well, I suppose that’s better than getting cummed on like Baron Windels. COLE Who got his vengeance earlier tonight, just as The Usual Suspects will for Bo and the OAOAST. As the fans roar for doing something they've always dreamed of, Leon gives them a hearty thumbs up. Obviously, not quite as happy as the crowd, Moneymaker comes scorching out the corner with a clothesline. But the quick cruiserweight dodges the blow and comes back at his archival with a spinning elbow. However, Moneymaker deftly sidesteps the attack and grabs a quick waistlock on Rodez. There's a brief struggle from the pride of Grand Rapids, but Moneymaker's expert strength snuffs it out and he school boy’s Leon, which includes a handful of tights! Brannigan counts... ONE! TWO! ...but with help from Zack Malibu and the fans notices the illegal tactic and orders Moneymaker to break, popping the crowd. For his part, Moneymaker just stares at his cousin and curtly asks him to remember where is loyalty lies. COLE Moneymaker was also the one who revealed that Jade is Krista's daughter, which has led to Jade moving from Grand Rapids to Los Angeles to live with Krista. That's been a bit of a sticking point for Leon who was used to having Jade close by in his parents home. COACH Waaah waaaah waaah! Gimmie a break, Mikey, Mister Moneymaker is changing the face of the OAOAST and Leon is all upset because he ain't got no one to go cow tipping with on Saturday nights. COLE There's a lot more to do in Grand Rapids besides cow tipping. There's also pig wrestling and sheep poker. Moneymaker steals a page out of his cousin’s playbook, raking the lace of the boots against the face of Leon Rodez. He then wraps his muscular arms around Leon's neck and leads him off the canvas. As Le-Ro fights to break free he applies the tag to the loathed Christian Wright. As the audience expresses their disdain for the verbose superstar, he scales to the top rope. On the apron Abdullah claps excitedly for the upcoming Enterprise double team. However his joy is short lived, and quickly turns into fear, as Leon breaks out of Moneymaker's clutches. Stunned, the wrestling mogul isn't able to defend himself against Leon shoving him into the ropes. As soon as he hits the cables, he knocks his partner entirely off balance and Wright falls crotch first onto the ringposts. He screams his misery at the top of his lungs, as the audience screams their joy and the top of their's. Leon isn't terribly sympathetic to his misfortune, and points to his own crotch, saying he should've worn a cup. COLE Wright's been a thorn in Leon's side since The Natural got into the OAOAST, so you know that had to feel good! COACH It ain't gonna feel good when Mister Moneymaker gets in Josie's ear and Leon finds himself curtain jerking against OAVW trainees before Syndicated. Pumping his fist ARESENIO HALL STYLE~! to keep the fans making noise, the Michigan studmuffin climbs onto the third rope. But his preoccupation with engaging his fanbase costs him dearly, as Moneymaker recovers to drag him back to the canvas. With his leader holding Rodez in place, Wright gets his dress shoes on proper footing, before leaving that footing altogether with a diving forearm! His eyes go wide with dismay as Le-Ro scoots out the way and Wright's forearm smacks Moneymaker flush in the face. Together they crash into the mat and the sold out dome crowd is absolutely ecstatic! Moneymaker and Wright lie about the canvas, clutching their sore faces, and each trying to blame the other for the miscue. COLE Leon loves to have fun, but he'll getcha every time out! COACH Yeah, yeah, can we talk about why the In Crowd has an all but convicted rapist on their roster and male pornstar, once seen humping a banana on camera? These fools make the Cincinnati Bengals look like Saint Catherine's school for girls. Having had his fill of Leon's magic for the moment, Moneymaker rolls his weary bones to the outside. He's comforted by Mackenzie, who assures him Wright has it all under control. The Natural promptly proves her wrong by climbing to his feet where he steps into a jab! And a jab! And a jab! And jab! Rodez turns to DA LADIEZ~ and blows a kiss before turning back and getting caught with the Wright Off (Sky high!) Anger quickly flows throughout the dome, as Wright mocks Leon's kiss blowing as he sits upon him for a pin ONE! TWO! Rodez kicks out, shocking Wright who was already planning his victory celebration. The Natural rams Leon into the buckle and unloads with European uppercuts and knife-edge chops, then fires him across to the far corner...but the Silky Smooth One reverses the Irish whip and follows in, diving his shoulder into Wright’s midsection! COLE Superman Spear! And it certainly took a superhuman effort for Leon Rodez to comeback after the punishment he’s received. Wright stumbles out of the corner and Rodez is waiting, taking the numbers cruncher over with a SITOUT HIPTOSS! ONE! TWO! THR-- NO! Abdullah rushes in and dropkicks Leon smack in the face, and the crowd reacts just as you’d expect, booing the intrusion. Tony Brannigan doesn’t appreciate it either, scolding his cousin’s spiritual guide, prompting Theodore Moneymaker to try and smooth things over. A tag ensues and, having waited till the time was right, Abdullah Nerdly assumes the role of legal man. Still woozy from the blow sustained moments ago, Leon Rodez walks into a flurry of high leg kicks that stagger the Grand Rapids Golden Child. Following a series of forearm smashes, Rodez is whipped to the corner, but Zack Malibu cushions the impact by throwing himself onto the top turnbuckle, shooting Leon Rodez back out at Abdullah who’s leveled by a flying forearm! An exchange is made and Zack Malibu nails Abdullah Nerdly with his trademark Zack Attack! Expecting company, Zack leaps to his feet and backdrops Christian Wright. About to be sent for the ride, Theodore Moneymaker throws himself on the top turnbuckle ala Zack earlier to soften CW‘s landing, but the Franchise redirects the Natural towards the Usual Suspects corner and punts Moneymaker in the air...CROTCHING HIM ON THE TOP ROPE! MONEYMAKER The Billion Dollar Heir crumbles to the apron in pain, blues and agony as Zack Malibu delivers a tongue lashing on his way back towards the center of the ring, turning into the direction of a SPINNING HEEL KICK from Abdullah Nerdly! COACH That’s what you get for showboating, preppie. Who’s the big man on campus now? Sure as hell isn’t you anymore! Christian Wright receives the tag and waits for Abdullah to turn Zack over in a Boston Crab before coming down with a middle rope elbow drop! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Wright shoves Malibu into the Enterprise corner and brutalizes him with European uppercuts, forcing special referee Tony Brannigan to step in and back CW away. The Natural more than happy to oblige as Theodore Moneymaker and Abdullah Nerdly club Zack like a baby seal behind Tony’s back! COLE Zack Malibu being assaulted in the corner. COACH A walk in the park compared to what Mackenzie DeCenzo experienced. Speaking of Miss DeCenzo, she cheers her team on as they hammer Zack, who displays that baby face fire which made him the franchise by fighting back! COLE The Franchise’s stock is rising! COACH Hulking Up that ain't. Freed out of the corner, standing between Zack and the tag is Christian Wright. Malibu leapfrogs a spear and Wright posts himself! The Usual Suspects tag and the crowd explodes. Leon Rodez a human pinball machine bouncing off bodies and hitting anything that moves, or so it seems. Rolling sole BUTT kick to the gut puts CW in prime position for the EXPLODER SUPLEX! ONE! TWO! NO! Save by Theodore Moneymaker. The Billion Dollar Heir returns to the apron laughing and pointing to his head, but fails to hear Abdullah’s warning and is dropkicked by Rodez onto the guardrail below! Abdullah takes a swing at Leon to divert his attention as Christian breaths up the rear, but the New Age Love Machine isn’t stupid, taking the Natural down with a drop toehold. With CW slumped on the middle rope Leon does a little dance and shoots off the ropes, crashing all his weight... NO! Mackenzie DeCenzo shoves Christian aside and Abdullah whacks Leon with a roundhouse kick! COLE Nerdly caught the Suspect coming with that kick, and put him down! Wright rolls out of the ring, being tended to by Mackie while Abdullah pulls Leon up and does a mocking performance of Leon's dance steps before swinging with a right...that gets blocked! Leon jabs, and jabs, and jabs, then starts doing his own dance to a huge pop...but Abdullah cuts it off with a kick to the gut! Leon gets sent to the ropes, but puts the brakes on and strikes Nerdly with a kick as he ducks for a back bodydrop...but then Moneymaker runs across the apron and jerks Rodez down by reaching over the ropes and snapping his head back! Tony Brannigan is again unimpressed with his cousins actions as he leads him back to his corner...and as Leon rises to his feet, Christian Wright slides back into the ring and drills him in the back with a kneedrop that sends Leon out to the floor, on The Enterprises side of the ring! COACH Smart thinking! Looks like the former tag team champions aren't showing unity like they used to! COLE There's a difference between unity and underhanded tactics, Coach. Take a guess which on The Enterprise are using here tonight! Brannigan turns around to see Christian Wright backing away, and now he pays attention to him, scolding him for coming back in while being the illegal man...and THIS distraction works against poor Leon, as Moneymaker jogs across the apron and comes down with an axehandle that floors the In Crowd member! Moneymaker pulls Leon up and rolls him back into the ring, and while Wright is exiting, Nerdly grabs Leon and pulls him away from the ropes, holding on for a near fall! ONE! TWO! NO! KICKOUT! COLE Leon escapes that fall, keeping The Usual Suspects in this one! Abdullah pulls Leon up and takes him by the head, throwing him into The Enterprise corner, where he makes the tag to Moneymaker. Together, the two each take an arm and pull Leon out of the corner, but rather than send him across the ring, then hurl him backwards, slamming his back against the corner! Moneymaker then uses several kneelifts to weaken Leon, and then makes a tag to Wright, who comes in and uses a series of shoulderblocks to further take the wind out of him as Moneymaker watches on! Wright then pulls Leon out of the corner and uses a snap suplex, then hits the ropes and falls forward with an elbowdrop across the throat of his opponent, then pins him against the mat forcefully, going for the victory! ONE! TWO! NO! COLE The Enterprise functioning as a cohesive unit here, keeping Rodez at bay and as far away from Malibu as possible. COACH Which is good for them! COLE And good for Zack, because while it might be agonizing to watch his partner get worked over, he's gaining some valuable recuperation time! Malibu rallies the crowd, leading them in their chant of "LE-ON!" "LE-ON!" as Abdullah has him trapped in a chinlock. The spiritual adviser wrenches Leon's head, cranking his neck in directions it wasn't meant to go, all while Malibu is forced to look on and helplessly await the tag! Tony Brannigan keeps an eye on his cousins crew, making sure they aren't continuing with their typical heel shenanigans, as Abdullah pulls Leon up and traps him in a front facelock, then hammers him across the back! COLE Abdullah Nerdly slowing the pace down, and continuing to work over Leon Rodez. Abdullah clubs Leon across the back, but Leon manages to shove him away and then starts moving towards Zack, but as he does Abduallah comes back up behind him and traps him in a sleeperhold! COACH Good night, little Leon! The crowd gasps as Leon fights to stay awake, looking to battle his way out of the hold. Moneymaker cackles over in his corner as Nerdly smiles at his employer, proud to be the one putting their rival down! Leon struggles, but starts to fall to the pressure of the hold, dropping to one knee! Nerdly keeps the hold cinched in, and Brannigan leans in, checking to see if Rodez has gone off to dreamland! "LE-ON!" "LE-ON!" Malibu pounds on the turnbuckle, rallying the crowd as much as possible in an effort to keep Leon alive in this contest! Nerdly shouts at the crowd to shut up, but it only motivates them to chant louder, feeding into Leon's motivation! Slowly, Leon starts to power up, trying to find a way out...and when he reaches back and grabs Nerdly by the head, he jumps downward and jars him by bringing his head down on top of his own with a jawbreaker! Nerdly staggers back, while a weary Leon crawls, eventually pushing up to his feet. Nerdly charges in but Leon drops the head and sends him up and over with a back bodydrop, then dives for his corner, slapping Zack Malibu's extended hand and making the legal tag! COLE Heeeeeeeeere we go! The crowd roars as Zack slingshots in, nailing Nerdly with a leaping lariat mere seconds after he gets to his feet! Christian Wright charges in but finds himself hiptossed over! Zack stares down Moneymaker, and as the crowd anticipate a big showdown, Teddy suddenly drops off the apron and holding his hands up in a sign of peace. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE What a coward! COACH Oh sure, running out of bounds is smart, calling strategic timeouts is smart, but when Theodore Moneymaker does something smart, it has to be 'cowardly'. Zack leaves Moneymaker be, just in time to duck the line from CW. Wright screeches to a halt and Zack aims for his head with SCHOOL'S OU... NO! Wright catches the foot! With an arrogant smile he wags his finger and spins Zack away. But Zack uses the momentum and catches Abdullah on his way up with a Dragon Whip kick! Out through the ropes tumbles Abdullah, leaving CW to look on in shock. Quick to his feet Zack catches Wright off guard with a flurry of open handed strikes, then looks for an irish whip. Reversal by Wright, looking to take Zack up for the Wright Off... but Zack goes loose and hooks Wright with a dramatic DDT!! Mackenzie can't watch, as Zack makes the cover... ONE! TWO! SAVE BY MONEYMAKER!! COLE Oh sure, now he comes in with Zack blindsighted! COACH Well timeouts only last so long. Moneymaker puts the boots to Zack, until a recouperated Leon runs him over with a clothesline! Out rolls Moneymaker, with Leon in hot pursuit. Meanwhile, Abdullah is helped back in by Mackenzie. Seeing his opportunity, Abdullah gives praise to the great Gods above as he approaches the downed Zack and applies the CAMEL CLUTCH!! COACH YES! BREAK HIS BACK! MAKE HIM HUMBLE! SYRIA BY WAY OF EDMONTON NUMBAH 1! Nodding his head, Abdullah smiles a broad smile as he pulls back on the hold. But Zack's hands suddenly push up, fingers wagging. Abby's exultation turns to horror as Zack then starts to climb to his feet. Wrenching on the hold doesn't work. And Zack gets to one knee... then to both feet... before lifting Abdullah up on his back! The crowd cheer wildly waiting for Zack to lower the boom. But Abdullah desperatedly cups his hands over Zack's eyes so he can't see where he is. Zack walks around looking for ropes or turnbuckles but can't find them. Instead, Wright is slid the BRIEFCASE by Mackenzie, who climbs to the apron to get the attention of Tony Brannigan. COLE Wait a minute! Tony, turn around! Mackenzie starts to recount the horrors of her ordeal with Bohemoth, figuring that's a long enough sob story to keep T-Bod busy. Behind him, Wright has the briefcase wielded and ready to strike. But, Brannigan is no spring chicken and sees right through the rouse, blowing Mackenzie off and GRABBING THE BRIEFCASE FROM CW'S HANDS!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COLE ALRIGHT! COACH What are you doing, that's Enterprise property! Telling Christian he's not going to stand for that, Brannigan slides the briefcase out. An arguement breaks out between CW and T-Bod, as Zack finally sees where he is and backpedals to drive Abdullah into the turnbuckles. Wright breaks away from Brannigan and charges, but ends up sandwiching Abdullah in the corner! Malibu then backs across the ring, getting two for one on the ZACK ATTACK 2~!! Abdullah falls to his knees and Wright gets caught in a waistlock, into a German, with the bridge... ONE! TWO! NO!! COACH Phew! What a quick count by that no good Brannigan! COLE That's not what you were saying about him earlier! Christian is pulled to the outside by Mackenzie. Abdullah soon follows him, as Zack sends him to arm's length and draws him back into a backdrop, over the top onto The Natural!! With two down on the floor, in comes the other, still playing cat and mouse with Leon Rodez. Moneymaker comes to an abrupt halt when he runs into Zack though, turning on his heels only to run into Rodez. And when he tries to hightail it down the middle, Brannigan is in his way, asking his cousin where he thinks he's going. COLE Moneymaker is cornered! The snake has been cornered! Suddenly all the money in the world can't help Theodore and his pleas for mercy go unheard. As Teddy charges, Leon jars him with a quick inverted atomic drop. COACH Oh no, the famous Moneymaker assets! Brannigan is quick to make sure the two on one doesn't last though and ushers Leon to his corner, while Zack spies Mackenzie on the apron again. After dedicating this one to her, he loads up with SCHOOL'S OU... ...NO! Moneymaker ducks the boot AND UPPERCUTS ZACK BELOW THE BELT!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COLE Lowblow, damnit! And Brannigan didn't see it! COACH Great officiating from my boy T-Bod, get Rodez outta that ring. With Zack curled up in a ball, Brannigan certainly suspects something is amiss. But with no evidence aside from his cousin's track record, he doesn't have much of a choice but to count, as Moneymaker drops A FISTFUL OF DOLLARS~! before cradling Zack up tight. He also doesn't see CPA running down the aisle and holding Leon's foot, preventing him from getting back inside! ONE! TWO! ...DELAY... THREE!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE That stinks! The Enterprise have stolen this one! A still suspicious Brannigan calls for the bell, more than a little begrudgingly. Finally CPA lets Leon's foot go, too late for him to do anything about the fall, but just in time to get scythed down with a short lariat by Moneymaker! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of this match... the team of ABDULLAH ABIR NERDLY... CHRISTIAN WRIGHT... and, "THE BILLION DOLLAR HEIR" THEODORE MONEYMAKER!!! But even though the match is over, the fight is only just starting as CPA jumps in to join Teddy in putting the boots to The Usual Suspects. And soon enough CW and Abdullah are getting in on the fun as well, despite Brannigan's attempts to get rid of them. COLE Come on, enough is enough! The match is over! COACH The Enterprise are just giving people their money's worth, like always. With 4 on 1 odds, Zack and Leon are helpless as the boots rain down on them. Brannigan continues to try and put a stop to the beating but nobody's listening to him. At least, nobody except one. And feeling pretty big about himself with all his buddies around, Abdullah has no worries about telling Tony exactly where to go at the top of his voice, before going back to work. Head down, Brannigan shakes his head at the kids today... ...and grabs Abdullah by the scruff of the neck, before giving him an ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT, to the sheer DELIGHT of the San Antonio crowd!! "YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" COACH COLE PILEDRIVER!! HELL YEAH TONY! The rest of The Enteprise don't look too mournful over Abdullah's fate. But they do see Brannigan continuing to yell at them to stop and suddenly round on him. "TO - NY!" "TO - NY!" "TO - NY!" "TO - NY!" Brannigan is taken by surprise, but doesn't back down as CW, CPA and Moneymaker all start to move towards him, putting up a guard and telling them to bring it on. His cousin laughs at his bravado and shakes his head. But JUST as he's about to set his wolves on the hometown hero... *BbwWbAhmotherfuckerLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!* "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COACH OH NO! COLE OH YEAH!! The crowd EXPLODE as BOHEMOTH comes sprinting out of the entrance way and to the ring! Every member of The Enterprise, not least Mackenzie, is in shock as he then hits the ring and mows down CW with a clothesline! And CPA with a clothesline! Moneymaker is as you'd expect long-gone, shepherding Mackenzie to safety. Wright makes it out relatively unscathed as well, thanks to a second Bo clothesline up and over the top. Which leaves CPA, to be scooped up and planted with the Front Spinebuster!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COLE BOHEMOTH IS TEARING THE ENTERPRISE APART! COACH Who let this animal in the building!? He's a rapist! Mackenzie, CW and Moneymaker all look in shock as Bo tears his dress shirt apart sending buttons flying into the audience. Climbing on the ropes he points the finger towards the trio in the aisleway with wild eyes. Bo then turns back to the ring and grabs a hold of the only man left, Abdullah, dragging his lifeless body off the mat. BOHEMOTH (to Moneymaker and co.) YOU! *throat slit* Bohemoth scoops Abdullah up in his arms like a small child, before swinging the soothsayer around... ...out... ...and DOWN~! COLE Erotic Awakening Of B!! Oh, The Enterprise are in some deep, deep trouble! Christian comforts the distraught Mackenzie, as Bohemoth stands tall in the ring, joined by Tony Brannigan and pretty soon Zack and Leon pulling themselves to their feet. And it's clear Bohemoth hasn't got all he wanted of The Enterprise just yet! COACH This is awful. That menace should be in jail, not here, trying to get his hands on poor, innocent Mackenzie again. What the hell is he doing here anyway!? COLE Maybe that 'evidence' nobody but The Enterprise has seen was as phony as we thought? COACH Oh come on! Bohemoth, Zack and Leon regroup with Brannigan checking on his old pal's condition too as we fade away. Edited September 4, 2008 by King Cucaracha Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tony149 0 Report post Posted September 1, 2008 (edited) COLE Well folks, we're about set to go with the second half of our double main event, with Brickston challenging the World champion, Tha Puerto Rican, in a 60-minute Iron Man match! This should be a classic confrontation, Coach. Cole turns to Coach, but finds only his empty chair. COLE ...Coach? The camera then catches Coach sprinting halfway down the aisle, before cutting to the back, to a smoke-filled locker room, where Vinny Valentine, Tony Tourettes, Jumbo, Deuce Deuce Bigelow, Denzel Spencer, Reggie Lamont, Felix Strutter, the Burrough Boys, and the Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew stand in a big circle, arms around one another, moving back and forth. GROUP AS DAYYYYYYYYYS GOOOOOOOOOOO BYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY TONY WE'RE GONNA FILL OUR HOUSE WITH HAPPINESS! GROUP AS DAYYYYYYYYYS GOOOOOOOOOOO BYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY At that point, Coach bursts in the door, and jumps in the middle of the circle. COACH THERE'S ROOM FOR YOU! ROOM FOR ME! FOR GENTLE HEARTS AN OPPORTUNITYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY Everyone has a weird look at first, but welcome Coach into the circle, as he joins arms with Vinny and Sweet Lucius Soul. GROUP AS DAYYYYYYYYYS GOOOOOOOOOOO BYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY TONY IT'S THE BIGGER LOVE OF THE FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMIIIIIIIIIIIIILYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! The group finishes off the piano and violin portions of the song by saying "da da da" to the tune of the song, as Tony jumps in the middle of the circle and pumps his fists in the air. The group then converges and starts to cheer, as Coach gets a joint from Vinny. COACH Hold on, how about this one? Coach urges the circle back together. COACH WHEN THE WORRRRRRRRRRRRRLD NEVER SEEEEEEEEEEEEEMS GROUP TO BE LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING UP TO YOUR DREAMS, SUDDENLY YOU'RE FINDING OUT, THE FACTS OF LIFE ARE ALL ABOUT YOU! YOUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUU As the groups continues to sing, the camera cuts back out to Michael Cole. (The camera cuts to Sofa Central with Michael Cole and Jesse “The Body” Ventura.) COLE Michael Cole here once again with Jesse “The Body” Ventura! JESSE “THE BODY” VENTURA It’s great to be here, Cole! I have been looking forward to this match since it was signed! I am sure we are going to see a classic that will be talked about for years to come here tonight in the Alamodome! COLE I believe so, but the question is: which man will come out of the hour OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion? The man who currently holds the Title or the challenger? JESSE If you ask me, the answer is simple: Brickston has a lot more to gain from this. He’s the hunter. He is hungry. He is READY. Tha Puerto Rican is just coasting on his laurels. He is NOT prepared for a 60-Minute Iron Man Match AT ALL! This is Brickston’s chance to prove himself LIVE on pay-per-view in front of 68,000 fans in the Alamodome and millions watching around the world, and I seriously doubt he will choke under pressure! This is his match for the taking, and he will take it! COLE It is 60 Minutes. 1 hour. The most falls, determined by pin, submission, disqualification or countout, will win the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship. It is without a doubt the biggest match in Brickston’s life, and some might say Tha Puerto Rican’s life. Truly, this is the toughest Title defense Tha Puerto Rican has had in his 6 month OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship reign. Can Tha Puerto Rican go one hour with Brickston and survive? Or will Brickston become OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion for the first time tonight? JESSE I tell ya, Cole, I am PUMPED UP! I’ve got a ringside seat and I am ready to go! Let’s do this! Let’s go to the ring right now! COLE We are, Jess. We are about to see the entrances for both competitors starting…now! *Give me fuel Give me fire Give me that which I desire!* “Fuel” by Metallica starts playing, causing the fans to rise up and boo the challenger to the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship. After a few seconds of waiting, Brickston pushes his way through the saloon doors and steps onto the aisleway. Brickston puts his hands on his hips and looks at the crowd with disgust. Vitamin X pushes the saloon doors soon after Brickston, and stands right beside him, bragging about Brickston’s various strengths and applauding his client. Vitamin X is wearing a gold chain around his neck, a blue dress shirt, a black buttoned up sports jacket, a $1,000 Rolex watch on his right wrist, black dress pants with a leather belt and black dress shoes. The crowd boos loudly. Brickston has an evil smile on his face as he looks at the crowd. Vitamin X applauds him. Brickston looks at X and asks him if he’s ready. Vitamin X nods his head and says, “Sure. After you.” Brickston nods his head and walks to the ring, the evil smile still on his face, with Vitamin X walking right behind him, a cocky smirk on his face. COLE Well folks, Brickston made the challenge for this match-up. He not only wants to become OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion, but Brickston wants to PROVE that he IS the most dominating athlete in all of professional wrestling and that he is BETTER than his former teacher and mentor! JESSE There is a lot of hatred, a lot of rage, a lot of bitterness built up in Brickston over the past four years. He has beaten Tha Puerto Rican. He has made him tap out several times to the Anklelock in the past. But he has yet to do it in a big match situation. He has yet to beat PRL when it counts the most! Well, what better time to beat Tha Puerto Rican then right here, at AngleSlam, in an Iron Man Match for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship? This is the PERFECT opportunity for Brickston! This is what he has wanted ever since he quit The Lightning Crew! This is it. This is all he’s ever wanted, and he is getting it tonight! He is going to PROVE that he is BETTER than Tha Puerto Rican once and for all! Brickston and Vitamin X continue walking to the ring. COLE Brickston being accompanied to the ring by Vitamin X, his manager, who was forced to retire last month on the Big Apple Spectacular after losing to Tha Puerto Rican in a Steel Cage Match for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship. Brickston has vowed to take someone to the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship or die trying! JESSE Four weeks into his managerial career, and already Vitamin X has taken Brickston to the main event of AngleSlam to a match for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship! I think that speaks wonders for Vitamin X’s managerial skills! COLE It also speaks to Brickston’s ability to threaten, bully, coerce, and ruthlessly attack anyone who gets in his way! JESSE Why must you focus on the negative, Cole? Be positive just this once! Brickston taunts a fan at ringside, and then climbs up the ring steps. Vitamin X climbs up the ring steps himself, and then holds the ropes for Brickston to enter the ring. Brickston wipes his feet on the ring apron and then enters the ring. Brickston lets out a mighty roar, drawing LOUD boos from the fans. Brickston has an evil smile on his face as he looks out to the fans. Brickston yells out, “DEAL WITH IT! I’M THE NEW OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, BABY! SO DEAL WITH IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” COLE Neither Brickston nor Tha Puerto Rican have been in a 60-Minute Iron Man Match before. Yes, Tha Puerto Rican was #1 in this year’s Lethal Rumble Match and survived all the way until the end when he was eliminated by Cuban Wall. But that was different. PRL spent an hour fighting 29 other men. Here, PRL must fight one man for the whole 60 minutes and if he loses, he loses the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship that he has worked so hard for! JESSE Well, all good things must come to an end, although in this case, it’s bad things too! Brickston has the advantage over Tha Puerto Rican in every way possible. Talent, height, speed, agility, strength, courageousness! Brickston is getting his long overdue World Title reign here tonight at AngleSlam 2008! Brickston raises his fists into the air to boos. Brickston has an evil grin on his face. He then heads to a second turnbuckle and raises his fists into the air again to more boos. Vitamin X applauds him inside of the ring. Brickston points a menacing finger at a fan who is giving him “The Finger“. Brickston responds by giving that fan the “Up yours!” hand gesture. Brickston flexes his muscles on the turnbuckle as “Fuel“ continues playing. COLE Brickston’s attitude, his entire personality has changed since he joined the Stephen Joseph Popick Corporation back in February. But even though the SJPC is long gone, Brickston’s new arrogant attitude remains the same, and he might have become even MORE aggressive than before, attacking all of those OAOAST Superstars a three weeks ago! JESSE Hey, he did it to send a message, and the message was heard, which is why we have this match tonight! COLE He didn’t have to target all of those wrestlers! They have nothing to do with him! JESSE They were in the wrong place at the wrong time. That’s all, Michael Cole. COLE Oh come on, Jess. Really! JESSE Hey, you try to think of a better way to get a message across to Tha Puerto Rican! Couldn’t think of any? Thought so! Brickston sneers at the crowd. He then gets off of the second turnbuckle. Brickston has an evil grin on his face as he walks over to Vitamin X. Brickston discusses strategy with his manager. COLE Brickston will fight in the longest match of his life starting in a few moments. Is he up for it? JESSE He’s up for it, Cole. The question is: is the Champ up for it? COLE The Champ says he is. JESSE But the Champ has got a big mouth, and rarely does he back up his words with actions! COLE He’s certainly backed up his words with actions since November of last year. JESSE Doesn’t matter! This is Tha Puerto Rican’s toughest test to date, and I get the feeling that he will FAIL this test, something he is all too familiar with! COLE Oh come on! Brickston and Vitamin X look to the entrance. “Fuel” by Metallica dies down. Brickston and Vitamin X both have cocky smirks on their faces. The crowd buzzes in anticipation for the entrance of the World Champion. COLE Brickston is a former OAOAST Italian Champion. Can he add OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion to that list tonight? JESSE He can, and he will, Michael Cole! Brickston and Vitamin X are already gloating over Brickston’s victory even though the match hasn’t even started! Vitamin X has a belly laugh at something Brickston said. Brickston and The X-Man continue gabbing about as the crowd itches for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion to come out. They starting chanting, “P.R.!” COLE Brickston is in for the match of his life. JESSE He knows that. Brickston knows that he can’t, for lack of a better term, shoot his wad in the first 10 minutes or even the first 30 minutes of this match! He realizes that this is going to go SIXTY MINUTES whether he likes it or not! And he is STILL going to have something left at the end of the 60 minutes. COLE Brickston will be spending 1 hour of his life wrestling a match. And this match is the biggest match of them all! In the locker room, the boys call it ’The Hour’. And this will most certainly be the longest hour of Tha Puerto Rican’s AND Brickston’s lives. JESSE I’m getting goosebumps, Tony Schiavone! I mean, Michael Cole! Let’s get this match started! COLE We will, Jess, as soon as this man comes out… “THE CHAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMP…” *DUN DUN* “…IS…” *DUN* “…HERE!” “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” With that, a lightning bolt hits the entrance, the PRL entrance video plays on the AngleTron, and “Know Your Role 2000” begins playing, with the crowd standing up and cheering loudly. The lights go down in the Alamodome. PR is heard saying, “THE CHAMP IS HERE!” in tune with the beat of the song, while smoke fills the entryway and spotlights circle around and around the Alamodome. A few seconds elapsed, and then Tha Puerto Rican pushes through the saloon doors and quickly saunters out through the smoke and power walks to the ring, not stopping at all, and keeping his eyes focused on the ring. The crowd cheers louder than before. Tha Puerto Rican has the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt strapped around his waist, but he quickly unstraps the belt and then slings it over his left shoulder. COLE Here comes the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion, ready to go through 60 minutes of Hell! JESSE He has no idea of the Hell that awaits him when he steps into the ring with Brickston for one hour! Tha Puerto Rican stops at ringside to slap hands with the fans before power walking around the ringside area. COLE 68,000-plus fans are on their feet for Tha Puerto Rican, the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion! He says that he is ’Greatness Personified’! Well, he has a chance to back up that claim by defeating Brickston in the Iron Man Match coming up in just a few moments! Tha Puerto Rican high fives a five-year-old boy, and then climbs up the ring steps. Tha Puerto Rican gets onto the ring apron, and then 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 has a smile on his face as he stops the pose. He nods his head and says, “That’s right! I’m the man!” Vitamin X holds back Brickston and talks to him to calm him down in a turnbuckle corner. Brickston is getting antsy, waiting for the match to begin. COLE You can feel the electricity here in the Alamodome! It’s quite obvious who these fans want to win! JESSE IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO THE FANS WANT TO WIN! See what I did there? COLE I saw it, Jess. I saw it. JESSE Good. Tha Puerto Rican grabs the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt with a smile on his face. He looks at the crowd. Tha Puerto Rican heads to a second turnbuckle where he proceeds to raise the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt over his head to a LOUD pop from the fans. PRL smiles and plays to the crowd. THA PUERTO RICAN YEAH! THAT’S RIGHT! YOU KNOW IT! YOU KNOW IT! PRL pounds his chest with his right fist in a sign of respect to the fans. PRL then gets off of the second turnbuckle and then heads to the opposite turnbuckle corner. Once there, Tha Puerto Rican climbs the second turnbuckle and then raises the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt over his head again to another pop from the fans. PRL smiles a wide, bright smile as he stands on the second turnbuckle raising his belt for all of the fans to see. PRL points to a fan and smiles. COLE The dream came true at OAOAST AngleMania VII! Will Tha Puerto Rican continue living out his dream after tonight? JESSE I sure hope not! Tha Puerto Rican hops off of the second turnbuckle and then heads to another second turnbuckle. Once there, Tha Puerto Rican proceeds to raise the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt into the air with his right hand while he “smells the electricity” as a single spotlight shines down on him ala The Rock. PRL turns his head to look back at Brickston, who has a look of RAGE on his face. PRL tells Brickston that he is a “candyass”, which causes Brickston to lunge forward, only to be held back by Vitamin X! JESSE P.R. is trying to get into the head of Brickston before the bell, but it’s not working! COLE It looks like it is to me! JESSE It’s not. This is all a ploy! Trust me on this one! Tha Puerto Rican jumps off of the second turnbuckle and then heads to the only turnbuckle he hasn’t gone to yet. PRL climbs the second turnbuckle. There, Tha Puerto Rican raises the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt in the air with his right hand while he “smells the electricity” as a single spotlight shines down on him ala The Rock, receiving cheers. P.R. turns his head back to look at Brickston, but doesn’t say anything this time. COLE There’s room for only one man on top of the OAOAST mountain, and in one hour, we will know who that man is! Will it be The People’s Champion, Tha Puerto Rican? Or will it be Brickston? JESSE We already know the answer to that one, Cole! Tha Puerto Rican climbs down the second turnbuckle and then paces back and forth inside the ring. Tha Puerto Rican removes his sunglasses and then hands them over to a ringside attendant. PRL then removes the earring from his left ear and then hands that over to the same ringside attendant. As PRL does this, Vitamin X stands in front of Brickston, trying to get his attention, but Brickston is clearly distracted by Tha Puerto Rican. JESSE Boy, this atmosphere is something, Michael Cole! I mean, it is like the hair standing up on the back of your neck, it is so electrifying in here! COLE The supreme gut check. Physical pain plus emotional distress equals ‘The Hour’! The lights go back on inside of the Alamodome. Tha Puerto Rican slings the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt over his left shoulder and flicks his right wrist. He stands in the turnbuckle corner he was just on the second turnbuckle of. COLE We are just moments away from this HUGE main event here at AngleSlam 2008! Tha Puerto Rican going for another successful World Title defense against a man he has A LOT of history with in Brickston! And Brickston looking to score big in his first ever pay-per-view main event! JESSE This match has HUGE stakes for both of the competitors! Both men should be fighting the match of their lives here in the Alamodome! COLE I get the feeling that they will, Jess! This is NOT a match that happens everyday! This is one of those once-every-blue-moon type deals. But I’m sure Brickston and Tha Puerto Rican are ready for the next 60 minutes! JESSE Brickston, definitely. PR? Eh…I don’t know. COLE We’ll see, Jess. We’ll see. PRL walks back and forth, and then jumps up and down in place, staring at Brickston. Vitamin X continues trying to talk to Brickston, who is still staring at Tha Puerto Rican. COLE You can see the look of determination in each man’s eyes. JESSE I see determination in Brickston’s eyes. I see FEAR in Tha Puerto Rican’s eyes! PRL is about to poop his pants! COLE Will you stop!? Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston stare at each other from opposite turnbuckle corners. “Know Your Role 2000” dies down. The crowd cheers loudly. COLE SO much on the line for both men! Not just the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title, but PRIDE as well! Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston continue staring at each other. Michael Buffer enters the ring, decked out in a black and white tuxedo with a black bowtie. Buffer has a microphone in his right hand and cue cards in his left hand. COLE We are about to go to the ring to Michael Buffer for the ring introductions. JESSE Make this quick, Buffer! We’ve got an hour long match to get to! *DING…DING…DING* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the MAIN EVENT of OAOAST AngleSlam 2008! And it is a Sixty-Minute IRON MAN MATCH for the One And Only AngleSault Thread Heavyweight Championship of the World! Sanctioned by the One And Only AngleSault Thread Executive Championship Committee and the One And Only AngleSault Thread Board Of Directors. When the bell sounds, your referee for this contest will be Senior Official Earl Hebner. Now, let me introduce the competitors. First, to my left, the challenger. Accompanied to the ring tonight by his manager, Vitamin X. Wearing all black. From Sacramento, California. Standing six-foot-six, and weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He has competed in the UFC, K-1 and Pride and has also served in the military. Tonight, he looks to step out of his mentor’s shadow by beating him in front of 68,000 fans here in the Alamodome to win his first World Heavyweight Championship. (The crowd boos.) Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, a former One And Only AngleSault Thread Italian Champion. (The crowd boos louder) The master of the Killswitch and the Anklelock. (The crowd boos even louder.) The man who is now simply known as BRICKKKKKSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Brickston steps out of the turnbuckle corner and raises his hands in the air with an evil smile on his face. Vitamin X applauds his client. VITAMIN X YEAH BABY! THAT’S RIGHT! THAT’S RIGHT! NEW CHAMPION! YEAH BABY! NEW CHAMPION HERE TONIGHT! YEAH BABY! YEAH! Brickston steps back into the turnbuckle corner and talks to Vitamin X, still smiling evilly. Vitamin X laughs manically at something Brickston said. PRL stares at the two men with a serious expression on his face. BUFFER And his opponent. (The crowd cheers) Standing to my right. Wearing red, white and blue, the colours of his native Puerto Rico. From San Juan, Puerto Rico. Standing five-foot-nine and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds. He is an OAOAST veteran, having been with the company since its second year in existence. He has garnered many titles, and now he garners the love of millions of people around the world. Once the leader of a dangerous group of wrestlers known as The Lightning Crew, he now stands on his own two feet, his own man. Tonight, he looks to overcome an obstacle that has stood in front of him for FOUR years, and that’s the defeat of his opponent here tonight. (The crowd cheers louder) A former 3-time Puerto Rican/Italian/Puerto Rican Champion. A former North American Champion. A former X-Division Champion. A former HI-YAH World Tag Team Champion. And the longest reigning 24/7 Champion in One And Only AngleSault Thread history. (The crowd cheers even *louder*) Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, the reigning and defending undisputed One And Only AngleSault Thread Heavyweight Champion of the Wooooooorrrrrlllllllllldddddddddddddddddddddddd! The Badd Boy Of The OAOAST. The P.R. Menace. The Latin Lion. The Most Electrifying Man In Professional Wrestling. The Great One. The People’s Champion. THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHH H!” Tha Puerto Rican steps out of the turnbuckle corner that he was in and raises the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt over his head while the crowd cheers loudly. PRL has a serious expression on his face as he does so. Brickston stares angrily at Tha Puerto Rican. The camera cuts to several PRL signs in the crowd. A “P.R.!” chant starts up. Tha Puerto Rican steps back into the turnbuckle corner. Tha Puerto Rican stares at Brickston as he slings the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt over his left shoulder. Vitamin X massages Brickston’s shoulders. The two men glare angrily at the World Heavyweight Champion. BUFFER Now then…ARE YOU READY!? “YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” BUFFER Wrestling fans, Are…you…RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREADY!? “YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” BUFFER Then, for the thousands in attendance here in the Alamodome in San Antonio, Texas. (CHEAP POP~!) And for the millions watching around the world. There’s only one thing left to say: Ladies and gentlemen…LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLET’S GET READY TO RUMBLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Michael Buffer exits the ring and climbs down the ring steps, taking his seat next to the timekeeper at the timekeeper’s table. Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston are in opposite turnbuckle corners staring at each other. Vitamin X is still massaging Brickston’s shoulders. The crowd is buzzing in anticipation for the match to begin. COLE You can cut the electricity with a knife, folks! JESSE I’m not gonna slap you for using a cliché, since the cliché is appropriate for a match like this! COLE Phew. JESSE But I will slap you if you use it in another match that you call with me! COLE Referee Earl Hebner stands in the center of the ring. He calls for Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston to come next to him. Tha Puerto Rican walks to the right of Earl Hebner, holding the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt over his left shoulder. Brickston walks to the left of Earl Hebner, his shoulders still being massaged by Vitamin X. Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston engage in a staredown. Earl Hebner has a clip-on microphone on his referee shirt so that the fans can hear him tell both Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston the rules for the Iron Man Match. EARL HEBNER Gentlemen, this match is an Iron Man Match, and it is for the One And Only AngleSault Thread World Heavyweight Championship. You will be wrestling for SIXTY MINUTES. The man who wins the most decisions will be declared the winner AND the One And Only AngleSault Thread World Heavyweight Champion. A decision can be earned by a pinfall, a submission, a countout, or a disqualification. You MUST MUST break on the count of four, or I WILL DISQUALIFY YOU on the count of five. IF you leave the ring, OR if you’re thrown out, you will have a 10 count to return or you will be counted out. IF both of you have the SAME number of decisions when the sixty minute time limit expires, then there will be a SUDDEN DEATH period, where the first person to score a decision will be declared the winner and the One And Only AngleSault Thread World Heavyweight Champion. Do you gentlemen both understand the rules? Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston just stare at each other. PRL, now sporting a Caesar’s Haircut with some facial hair underneath his chin, looks at the fans and cracks a half smile. Brickston has an evil grin on his face as Vitamin X massages his shoulders and whispers encouragment into his left ear. EARL HEBNER (CONT’D) Are there any questions? THA PUERTO RICAN No. Brickston shakes his head. EARL HEBNER (CONT’D) Good luck to both of you and may the best man win. Earl Hebner turns off his clip-on microphone. He nods his head. Tha Puerto Rican kisses the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt and then hands it over to Earl Hebner. The referee thanks Tha Puerto Rican for the belt and then shows the belt to Brickston who touches it and then smiles evilly at Tha Puerto Rican. Tha Puerto Rican just looks at Brickston with a serious expression on his face. Earl Hebner raises the belt over his head to let the fans know that this is a match for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship. The referee then hands the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt over to the timekeeper, who walks with it and places it on top of the timekeeper’s table. A graphic appears on screen letting the fans watching on TV know that this is a match for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship. COLE That’s what it’s all about. That’s what 68,000 plus here in the Alamodome are about to witness. An OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship Match! An Iron Man Match for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship! JESSE I can’t wait for it to start, McMahon--I mean, Cole! Vitamin X and Brickston pound fists. Vitamin X then pats Brickston on the back and wishes him good luck. Brickston nods and grins evilly. Vitamin X exits the ring and climbs down the ring steps, staying at ringside to watch the match. Brickston and Tha Puerto Rican stare at each other. COLE Two men with no love lost for each other are about to get it on. JESSE When the bell rings, those two are going to explode! COLE This is probably the most anticipated match-up in Tha Puerto Rican’s World Championship reign thus far! JESSE P.R. just kissed his belt goodbye! COLE He might have, Jess. After 60 minutes, we will know for sure. Earl Hebner pats down Tha Puerto Rican, PRL not taking his eyes off of Brickston for one second. Earl Hebner goes over the rules one last time with Tha Puerto Rican, who simply nods his head, not paying attention to the Senior Referee. Earl Hebner then goes over and pats down Brickston, Brickston not taking his eyes off of Tha Puerto Rican for one second, a cocky smirk on his face. Earl Hebner goes over the rules one last time with Brickston, who simply nods his head, not paying attention to the referee either. The referee then makes sure both men are ready, and then finally calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” 60-MINUTE IRON MAN MATCH FOR THE OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP THA PUERTO RICAN (Champion) vs. BRICKSTON (Challenger with Vitamin X) 60:00 Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston engage in a staredown. The crowd is buzzing, excited for the match. COLE And here we go. The main event is on! ‘The Hour’ is underway! JESSE This is going to be great! Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston put the badmouth to each other standing only a few inches away from each other. Even though PRL has to tilt his head back in order to make eye contact with Brickston, that doesn’t stop him from laying the verbal smackdown on his longtime rival. COLE Remember, the most decisions in 60 minutes wins the match! BRICKSTON YOU AIN’T NOTHING! YOU AIN’T NOTHING! PUNK! JESSE Talk a little trash. Tell him what this hour is going to be like! COLE I’m kinda glad that neither of those two guys is mic’d. We need to keep it TV-14 here! JESSE I wish they were. Vitamin X roots Brickston on from the outside. COLE Vitamin X apparently going to stay out here the entire 60 minutes! JESSE Well technically 58:47, Michael Cole. PRL and Brickston stand face-to-face (or face-to-chest), spewing venom at each other. Neither man is willing to back down. The crowd is at a fever pitch. COLE So much animosity in this awesome rivalry between these two young studs! Both Brickston and Tha Puerto Rican’s faces are becoming red. Veins on Brickston’s head are bulging out. Tha Puerto Rican raises his voice, so Brickston raises his, so PRL raises his voice even louder, so Brickston raises his, and back and forth the two men go until only dogs can hear them. JESSE I think Tha Puerto Rican just said for Brickston to go and do something to himself, I--um--uh, I’m not sure what. PRL and Brickston are at each other’s throats! Tha Puerto Rican shoves Brickston! Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston lock up! Both men jockey for position. COLE HARD, STIFF collar-and-elbow tie-up! JESSE … The crowd goes wild as PRL and Brickston jockey for position! JESSE This is like two bulls! COLE These two gladiators trying to gain an advantage here in one of the STIFFER collar-and-elbow tie-ups you are going to see! JESSE … Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston keep trying to gain an advantage, but can’t, so they both let go…only to go back to the lock up exactly one second later. COLE Right back at it! Both Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston keep jockeying for position as Vitamin X looks on from the outside. JESSE The amount of energy these guys are expending right now! This is not smart on either one of their parts! I know that they both want to take it to each other tooth and nail, but, you gotta be smart in this match! It IS an hour! Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston head to a turnbuckle corner, still in the lockup. They keep going back and forth in who’s back is against the turnbuckles until Earl Hebner has to break it up. “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” Brickston and PRL walk out of the turnbuckle corner, still locked up. They both let go at the same time. Brickston shoves Tha Puerto Rican! Tha Puerto Rican shoves back! Brickston takes a few steps back as PRL runs his mouth on him. COLE Neither man ready to give up just yet! JESSE Of course, you dolt, they’ve only been fighting for three minutes now! PRL and Brickston circle each other, each hesitant to make a move. Both men look at the crowd, who are still going crazy. PRL smiles, while Brickston sneers at the fans. Brickston and P.R. circle each other again. BRICKSTON LET’S GO MOTHERFUCKER! THA PUERTO RICAN COME ON! Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston lock up. Tha Puerto Rican applies a headlock on Brickston! P.R. cinches the headlock on tight on Brickston. Vitamin X cheers Brickston on from the outside. COLE Tha Puerto Rican is 5’9” 220 lbs. Tha Puerto Rican has a very fast paced style, but will he change it up? Will he throw some off speed pitches at Brickston? JESSE You can NOT, Cole, you can NOT establish a fast pace in this type of match! It just--it just won’t work in your favour! It will work against you! COLE I am not advocating that he does that, but it is normally what we see from Tha Puerto Rican. He is a smash mouth, in your face, OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion! JESSE I realize that, but hopefully, Tha Puerto Rican has realized that he can’t do that for 60 minutes! With 57:03 to go, Brickston stands up from the headlock and knees PRL in the stomach! Brickston slowly escapes the headlock. Brickston turns the headlock into an overhead wristlock! Earl Hebner asks PRL if he gives up, but PRL fights back, getting his head off of the mat to the crowd’s delight! JESSE See, look at this! This is where your pride works against you! Tha Puerto Rican is just too proud, too proud to let Brickston get the upper hand! 56:35 remains on the clock. Tha Puerto Rican does a wristlock of his own, before turning that into another headlock! P.R. cinches the headlock tighter than he did the last time! COLE Tha Puerto Rican back to that side headlock! Tha Puerto Rican’s dream came true, his 10 year journey culminated at AngleMania VII back on March 30th, and since then he has taken on all challengers. He survived two men, Landon “La Cucaracha” Maddix and “Urban Legend” Todd Cortez, in a Triple Threat Match at School’s Out. He was able to withstand the onslaught of the 6’7” 285 pound Cuban Wall in a No Holds Barred Match at The Great Angle Bash. He managed to escape the steel cage when pitted in a Steel Cage Match against Vitamin X with a biased referee in Thomas Rodriguez last month in Central Park at the Big Apple Spectacular, thereby ending Vitamin X’s WRESTLING career! But this right here is certainly, without a shadow of a doubt, Tha Puerto Rican’s toughest challenge to date! A Sixty Minute Iron Man Match against a man who he has had great difficulty defeating in the past in Brickston! Brickston grabs PRL and takes him into the ropes. Brickston shoves P.R. into the opposite ropes. P.R. comes back with a shoulderblock! But Brickston doesn’t fall! Brickston has an evil grin on his face as he dares P.R. to try it again! So, Tha Puerto Rican bounces off of the ropes, ducks Brickston’s clothesline, bounces off of the opposite ropes, and charges forward, leaping up and nailing Brickston with a flying clothesline! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Tha Puerto Rican goes for the cover! 1... 2... KICK OUT!!! PRL immediately gets up and rushes backwards into the ropes. PR bounces off of the ropes with another flying clothesline, knocking Brickston down! P.R. goes for the cover, hooking Brickston’s right leg. Earl Hebner makes the count. 1... 2... KICK OUT!!! P.R. is slightly agitated, but marches on, heading backwards into the ropes again. PRL bounces off of the ropes, and then rolls Brickston up! 1...2...KICK OUT!!! Brickston rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope, causing the fans to boo loudly. JESSE He’s taking a breather! COLE He’s killing time, that’s what he’s doing! He’s killing time so that he doesn’t have to try and beat Tha Puerto Rican too much! JESSE And you got all of that just by Brickston leaving the ring!? You overanalyze things way too much, Michael Cole! Do you know that!? Brickston walks up the aisle catching his breath. Vitamin X goes over to check on him. The crowd boos loudly. PRL tries to exit the ring, but is held back by Earl Hebner. “BRICK-STON SUCKS!” “BRICK-STON SUCKS!” “BRICK-STON SUCKS!” “BRICK-STON SUCKS!” COLE Doesn’t feel good to have over 68,000 people tell you that you suck. JESSE Brickston stopped giving a damn about what these fans think of him a long time ago, and look where it’s got him! Brickston and Vitamin X discuss strategy on the aisle. COLE As much as I hate to admit it, I think it may be a smart move for Brickston, after three near falls, to break the momentum, and give Tha Puerto Rican a little time to think. JESSE Yeah, I don’t think that Brickston was expecting that from Tha Puerto Rican. But you can win this match early! I mean, if you can pile up, if you can pile up four or maybe five quick victories early on, then in the middle part of that match, if things just get sort of even, you can hang on until the end and win this thing, and I think that’s just what Tha Puerto Rican has in mind. COLE I wish I could commentate with you all of the time! Brickston remains on the outside talking to Vitamin X as the clock continues winding down. There is now 55:12 left in the match. Earl Hebner starts his 10 count. Brickston high fives Vitamin X, and then walks down the aisle and around the ringside area. COLE Obviously, the man who gets the advantage can use the clock to *his* advantage, much like a tag team partner. “FOUR!” “FIVE!” Brickston climbs up the ring steps. “SIX!” Tha Puerto Rican remains in the ring, bent over, ready to attack. “SEVEN!” “EIGHT!” Brickston stands on the ring apron. “NINE!” Brickston enters the ring. COLE Brickston took full advantage of that 10 count. JESSE Smart wrestling, especially in this match-up. Vitamin X returns to the ringside area. Brickston and PRL circle each other. With 54:39 remaining, they lock up. Brickston applies a headlock on Tha Puerto Rican. VITAMIN X THAT’S IT! Brickston cinches the hold tight on The Great One! Earl Hebner checks on PRL. PRL swats the referee away, and then shoves Brickston into the ropes! Brickston bounces off of the ropes, and then hits PRL with a shoulderblock! Brickston then rushes forward into the ropes, bounces off of the ropes, jumps over Tha Puerto Rican, bounces off of the opposite ropes, Tha Puerto Rican does a leapfrog over Brickston, Brickston bounces off of the opposite ropes, PRL does a reverse leapfrog over Brickston, Brickston bounces off of the ropes, right into a Rock-style punch to the temple from Tha Puerto Rican! Brickston stumbles, right into another Rock-style punch to the temple from Tha Puerto Rican! Brickston staggers, so Tha Puerto Rican KISSES THAT LEFT~! and then nails Brickston with a third Rock-style punch to the temple! Brickston falls to the mat! The crowd cheers! Brickston rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom ring rope again! COLE Tha Puerto Rican laying the smackdown on Brickston! JESSE He can’t get too cocky now! We’ve still got a long way to go in this match! Brickston falls down onto his hands and knees in the aisle! Vitamin X goes to check on him. PRL goes to exit the ring, but once again, Earl Hebner holds him back. COLE Brickston may have a busted lip or swallowed some teeth on that one! Huge left hand by Tha Puerto Rican! Earl Hebner starts his 10 count. Vitamin X massages Brickston’s shoulders and offers words of encouragement for his client. JESSE See, on a shot like that, now it is very smart to get out of the ring. You can’t get pin out there. Earl Hebner is up to 4! Brickston looks up at the clock and sees that there is 53:58 remaining in the match. Brickston stands up and tells Vitamin X that he’s got this match. Brickston climbs up the ring steps, stands on the ring apron, and then enters the ring at the count of 7. Brickston flicks his wrists while PRL just stares at his opponent. BRICKSTON SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE PUNK! Brickston yells at a small child. This causes the fans around the small child to start booing Brickston, and soon, the entire Alamodome is booing the former OAOAST Italian Champion. “YOU SUCK!” “YOU SUCK!” “YOU SUCK!” “YOU SUCK!” Brickston yells at the fans on another side of the Alamodome. JESSE You can’t let them get to you, Brickston! Remember, win or lose, this match is going an hour! Drown them out now, or you will never get a fall! COLE The Lightning Bolts have completely taken over the Alamodome, and they are making their voices heard! Brickston steps out of the ring to yell at some fans in the front row. JESSE They’re getting to him! They’re getting to him, Cole! COLE Brickston should be used to this by now, but apparently it still irks him to hear boos directed towards him and NOT Tha Puerto Rican! JESSE After AngleSlam, when Brickston holds the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title, these fans will come back to him! Just you wait! Brickston enters the ring, and then motions for PRL to fight him. The two men lock up. Tha Puerto Rican quickly applies another headlock on Brickston! PRL cinches the hold tight! Earl Hebner checks on Brickston. Vitamin X yells out, “COME ON BRICKSTON!” Brickston grabs P.R. by the knot on the back his Puerto Rican flag bandana, and then walks with him towards the ropes. Brickston shoves PRL right into the opposite ropes. PRL bounces off of the ropes, leaps over Brickston, rushes forward, bounces off of the opposite ropes, Brickston leapfrogs over PRL--NO! PRL stops in his tracks and nails Brickston with a punch! And another! And another! And another! And another! COLE And Tha Puerto Rican was prepared for Brickston that time! PR lifts Brickston up, and gives him an atomic drop! As Brickston clutches his nads, Tha Puerto Rican fires with a standing dropkick that knocks Brickston down! PRL picks Brickston up by his hair and then runs with him, slamming Brickston’s face right into a top turnbuckle pad! Brickston is dazed, so PRL grabs Brickston by his hair again, and then runs with him towards another turnbuckle, slamming Brickston’s face right into that top turnbuckle pad! PRL then whips Brickston into the opposite turnbuckle corner. Brickston hits the turnbuckle back-first HARD, and has no time to prepare for Tha Puerto Rican sailing across the ring and squashing him with a Stinger Splash! COLE Stinger Splash! Shades of the legendary Sting! JESSE Yeah, I think that’s obvious by the name! THA PUERTO RICAN OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! “OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” PRL whips Brickston into the turnbuckle corner that they were originally at. PRL follows Brickston a second later. Brickston hits the turnbuckle. PR charges…right into a back elbow from Brickston! P.R. staggers out of the turnbuckle corner. He turns around, and gets hit with a clothesline (though not a MASSIVE one) from Brickston! COLE Brickston back in control with that clothesline! VITAMIN X THAT’S RIGHT! YEAH! YOU GOT HIM! YOU GOT HIM NOW! Both Brickston and PRL lie on the mat, breathing hard. JESSE I think Tha Puerto Rican was thinking P.R. Nightmare, but Brickston had other ideas! Brickston is the first to get up, albeit slowly. He grabs PRL’s left arm and starts kicking it repeatedly! Brickston then picks PRL up by his left arm, and then twists it with an arm-wringer. COLE Brickston targeting Tha Puerto Rican’s left arm. If he takes out one arm, it will be very difficult for Tha Puerto Rican to give Brickston the P.R. Nightmare! JESSE Very good, Cole. You get a cookie. COLE Cool! Cookies rule! Brickston continues applying an arm-wringer on PR. Brickston tugs at PRL’s left arm, dropping him down to his knees! Brickston hits Tha Puerto Rican’s left arm with the point of his right elbow! He does it again and again! Earl Hebner checks on Tha Puerto Rican. Brickston picks Tha Puerto Rican up, only to tug on his left arm again, dropping him back down to his right knee! Brickston grabs PRL by his head and then slams his face right into a top turnbuckle pad! 51:59 remains as Brickston grabs PR’s left arm and slams it over the top ring rope! PRL lets out a scream! Brickston then hammers on PRL in the turnbuckle corner. COLE Almost 10 minutes gone by and still no fall from either man! Brickston once again grabs PR’s left arm and slams it over the top ring rope! The crowd has quieted down as they watch Brickston pick apart The People’s Champion, Vitamin X being the only person cheering Brickston on. Brickston takes PRL out of the turnbuckle corner. Brickston punches PRL in the face and that’s all it takes to knock PRL down to the mat! VITAMIN X THAT’S IT! STAY ON HIM! STAY ON HIM! Brickston grabs PRL’s left arm and applies move #193 on it (arm-BAR)! Earl Hebner checks on PRL. Brickston pulls on the left arm, with the camera showing Tha Puerto Rican wincing in pain. Brickston pulls back on the arm! EARL HEBNER WHAT DO YOU SAY, P.R.? DO YOU GIVE UP!? THA PUERTO RICAN NO! COLE Brickston, a master of submission holds, using an arm-bar on Tha Puerto Rican, targeting an arm so as to eliminate the P.R. Nightmare from this match-up! JESSE That’s smart wrestling, Michael Cole. Don’t let anyone tell you any different. Tha Puerto Rican stands up, still in the arm-bar. Brickston continues torquing the elbow. The crowd begins clapping in unison to get Tha Puerto Rican back into the match! PRL finds the strength through the Lightning Bolts to hit Brickston in the face with a Rock-style punch to the temple! He then does it again! And again! And again! And again, breaking the arm-bar! PRL grabs Brickston by *his* left arm, and gives him an Irish whip into the ropes. Brickston bounces off of the ropes, P.R. puts his head down, so Brickston grabs PRL’s left arm and gives him a Single-Armed DDT! VITAMIN X BOO-YAH~! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COLE Brickston with the Single-Armed DDT, also known as Divorce Court! PRL clutches his left arm in pain! Brickston covers Tha Puerto Rican, hooking his left leg. Earl Hebner counts. 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COLE And a kickout! A kickout at 2.9999999 seconds! JESSE Close! The pace is picking up here! VITAMIN X THAT’S OKAY! YOU HAD HIM! YOU ALMOST HAD HIM! KEEP GOING! YOU GOT 50 MINUTES LEFT! YOU STILL GOT TIME! Brickston argues with the referee, but only for a few seconds. He then grabs PRL by his left arm and applies another arm-bar on it. Once more, Earl Hebner checks on PRL as he winces in pain on the mat! 50:26 remain left on the clock as Brickston continues applying the arm-bar on PRL’s left arm! 50:00 As we hit the 10 minute mark, Tha Puerto Rican is on his right knee, still trapped in the arm-bar. PRL stands up, still trapped in the arm-bar. Earl Hebner asks PR if he gives up, but PRL responds by grabbing Brickston by his hair and taking him into a turnbuckle corner. COLE PRL, back to his feet, takes some of the pressure off of the arm! PRL tries to escape the arm-bar, but Brickston refuses to let go. Finally, Earl Hebner demands that Brickston let go of the arm-bar at the count of 5. Brickston lets go at 4. Earl Hebner gets in between P.R. and Brickston…just as P.R. nails Brickston with a Rock-style punch to the temple! And another! And another! P.R. lays the smackdown on Brickston, which has Vitamin X going nuts on the outside! The crowd comes back to life! PRL continues beating on Brickston, and then grabs Brickston by his left hand and whips him into the opposite ropes. Brickston bounces off of the ropes, PRL puts his head down, so Brickston stops in his tracks and kicks PRL in the face! PRL staggers around the ring. Brickston rushes backwards into the ropes, bounces off of the ropes, goes for a clothesline, PRL ducks the clothesline, turns around… KICK WHAM P.R. NIGHTMARE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111 “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE P.R. Nightmare! P.R. Nightmare on Brickston! The crowd goes wild! Vitamin X is freaking out on the outside! Tha Puerto Rican covers Brickston, hooking his left leg. Earl Hebner counts. 1... 2... 2 ½ 2.999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (10:48) *BZZZZZZZZZT* “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” JESSE No! COLE Tha Puerto Rican did it! Tha Puerto Rican got the first fall! BUFFER The winner of the fall…THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 0 Tha Puerto Rican: 1 Time remaining: 49:05 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston both lie on the mat. PRL is on his knees a few seconds later. Brickston rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom ring rope. COLE So, Tha Puerto Rican is up 1-0 with less than 50 minutes left in this Iron Man Match! 48:54 to go in this match-up! PRL wings out his own left arm on the mat. The current OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion exits the ring and goes to Brickston, who is lying on the protective mats. JESSE It’s true, Tha Puerto Rican has the lead. But he he’s now on the defensive. He can go the next 50 minutes without a fall and STILL win the match! He must be careful. One slip up, and Brickston ties it up! Brickston is resting on the barricade, so Tha Puerto Rican grabs him by his hair and takes him to part of the barricade, where he slams Brickston’s face into it! Earl Hebner is telling PRL to get back into the ring, but PRL ignores him. COLE There is no rest period between falls. The clock is still running! Tha Puerto Rican grabs Brickston and slams his face into another part of the barricade! COLE Brickston is still out of it following that P.R. Nightmare! Tha Puerto Rican has him right where he wants him! JESSE I seriously doubt Brickston will be this way for the rest of the match, though! Vitamin X stays where he’s at and watches as P.R. grabs Brickston and walks with him up the aisle! PR knees Brickston in the stomach as he walks with him, however, Brickston fights back with some knees to the stomach of Tha Puerto Rican! Brickston punches Tha Puerto Rican in the stomach repeatedly! Brickston then starts punching Puerto in the face repeatedly! Brickston is now in control as Tha Puerto Rican staggers towards the saloon doors. COLE Apparently, Earl Hebner isn’t going to utilize his 10 count! He’s gonna let these two men go at it all over the Alamodome! JESSE And that’s the way it should be in a World Heavyweight Championship Match on a big time pay-per-view! Counouts are for the bush leaguers! With 68,000-plus looking on, Brickston grabs PRL by his left hand and whips him into the barricade--NO!--PRL reverses, and it is Brickston who goes slamming into the barricade stomach first! Brickston collapses onto the aisle, using the barricade to keep himself from falling onto his ass! PRL takes a moment to catch his breath. Earl Hebner tells PRL to go back to the ring. This time, Tha Puerto Rican listens to the referee and grabs Brickston, who is now breathing hard, and takes him back to ringside, taunting him the whole way there. COLE The Lightning Bolts have remained hectic the whole match! They are showing their love for Tha Puerto Rican the whole 60 minutes! 47:23 remain in the Iron Man Match. PRL grabs Brickston by his head and slams him onto the top of the barricade. HOWEVER, Brickston won’t budge! PRL tries to slam Brickston’s head onto the top of the barricade again. Brickston still won’t budge. PRL tries to slam Brickston’s head onto the top of the barricade one more time, but Brickston reverses and slams PRL’s head onto the top of the barricade! PRL clutches his face and falls to his knees. Vitamin X applauds Brickston while Brickston catches his breath. COLE Tha Puerto Rican got his face slammed onto the barricade! JESSE Brickston wants to make Tha Puerto Rican as ugly as he is! Don’t tell him that I said that. COLE I’ll try to resist the temptation. Earl Hebner checks on PRL and Brickston. Vitamin X yells words of encouragement for Brickston. Brickston grabs P.R. and slams his face onto the top of the barricade again! He then starts hammering away at PRL’s face while Earl Hebner again orders for the two men to return to the ring! COLE Brickston hammering away at Tha Puerto Rican! JESSE He is letting four years of HATRED come out in this match, Michael Cole! COLE Brickston is just beating the hell out of Tha Puerto Rican! He’s might be trying to beat Tha Puerto Rican up enough on the outside to the point where the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion can’t reenter the ring! Brickston stops hammering at Tha Puerto Rican’s face and takes a step back. He then charges forward and jumps up, going for a knee to the face…PRL moves out of the way, and Brickston’s right knee hits the top of the barricade! Brickston falls to the floor and holds his right knee in pain as PRL paces back and forth right in front of him! COLE Brickston taking a big chance there, and it backfired on him! PRL goes to pick up Brickston, but gets punched in the stomach! COLE But Brickston returns the favour with that punch to the gut of Tha Puerto Rican! JESSE Brickston is a thinking man’s wrestler! He always has a backup plan! COLE It seems like he just saw PRL come towards him and punched him in the stomach, Jess. JESSE I know! THAT was his backup plan! COLE Right. PRL stands near the ring hunched over. Brickston gets up and walks with a limp towards Tha Puerto Rican. Brickston throws PRL back into the ring underneath the bottom ring rope. He takes a moment to catch his breath, and then climbs onto the ring apron, where Tha Puerto Rican proceeds to punch Brickston in the face, knocking him down! COLE Tha Puerto Rican back in control! Brickston rolls back into the ring underneath the bottom ring rope. PRL hits him with several shaky leg kicks and then drags him away from the ropes. Tha Puerto Rican nails Brickston with a fist drop! He then nails Brickston with another fist drop! PR nails Brickston with a third fist drop! PR hits Brickston with several more fist drops! He then bounces off of the ropes, stops in his tracks, shakes his shoulders, dusts his right shoulder off, and then drops another fist onto Brickston’s head! COLE Five Knuckle Shuffle from Tha Puerto Rican! JESSE Out of all the moves to rip off, he rips off THAT one!? Why!? PRL quickly covers Brickston! 1... 2... KICK OUT!!! COLE Brickston able to kick out at the 46 minute mark! Time continues ticking away as Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston both lie on the mat. PRL gets up and stomps on Brickston with his shaky leg kicks! Brickston is struggling to get up. PRL exits the ring and grabs Brickston’s legs and drags him so that he legs wrap around a ring post! PRL taunts Brickston as he grabs Brickston’s right leg and pulls back on it. BRICKSTON NO! NO! Tha Puerto Rican slams Brickston’s right leg against the ring post! Brickston screams! Vitamin X cringes watching this! JESSE PRL is fighting dirty! I thought he changed!? COLE PRL is doing everything he can to retain the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title, Jess! And if that means resorting to his old tricks, so be it! JESSE It’s just like you to defend your favourites, Michael Cole! And it makes me sick! COLE PRL stops to “smell the electricity”! He then mutters, “I’m not done yet!” and then grabs Brickston’s right leg again and pulls back on it. JESSE He’s doing it again, Cole! Tha Puerto Rican slams Brickston’s right leg against the ring post again! Brickston screams and nearly falls out of the ring, if not for the fact that his right leg is wrapped around the ring post! Brickston’s whole body eventually falls to the outside! COLE PRL really targeting that right leg! If he takes out a leg, he takes out the Killswitch! JESSE But NOT the Anklelock, Cole! He uses his hands for that! Tha Puerto Rican grabs Brickston and throws him back into the ring underneath the bottom ring rope. He then grabs Brickston’s right leg…and then slams it onto the ring! Brickston limps out of the ring, clutching his right knee! Brickston rests on some ring steps. PRL takes advantage of this, grabbing Brickston and lifting him up, slamming his right knee onto the top ring step! COLE Did you hear the knee smack against the STEEL step!? JESSE Yeah, I heard it. I heard it. Brickston felt it! Brickston collapses onto the floor! Vitamin X tries not to show worry, but is unable to hide it. COLE Tha Puerto Rican at one time was just a kid with a dream. And now that dream has come true for him in the One And Only AngleSault Thread! He is the World Heavyweight Champion, and he is in control of his challenger 15 minutes into this 60-Minute Iron Man Match! Earl Hebner checks on Brickston. Brickston shoves the referee away. He then rolls back into the ring underneath the bottom ring rope. PRL soon follows suit. Brickston drags himself backwards inside of the ring with Vitamin X on the outside screaming for Brickston to fight back! PRL stalks his one time protégé. Brickston calls for a timeout, but Tha Puerto Rican will have none of that as he follows Brickston into a turnbuckle corner and grabs both of his legs. Puerto then lifts Brickston up off of the mat while Brickston holds onto the top ring rope, and then pulls him a few inches away from the turnbuckle, causing Brickston to lose his grip on the top ring rope and fall back-first onto the mat, HARD! COLE Oh my! Brickston with a short trip, bad landing! Tha Puerto Rican gave Brickston a London Bridge right there! JESSE Don’t you dare start singing “London Bridge Is Falling Down” or prepare to meet my fist, Michael Cole! COLE Duly noted. PR sees Brickston lying on the mat, and responds to this by attacking Brickston’s right knee with some shaky leg kicks! Puerto then grabs Brickston’s right leg and then shaky leg kicks the knee! PRL stands back and lets Brickston get up. Brickston walks with a limp in the ring, holding his right knee. Tha Puerto Rican kicks his leg out from under his leg! (R.I.P. Owen Hart) Brickston gets up, so PRL kicks Brickston’s right leg from right under him again! Earl Hebner checks on Brickston. PRL cracks a half-smile as he walks towards Brickston. He picks Brickston up by his hair and gives him an Irish whip into the ropes--Brickston reverses, PRL bounces off of the ropes, flying clothesline knocks Brickston down onto the mat! PR sneers at Brickston, and then stands up. He grabs Brickston by his right leg and drags him towards the center of the ring. Once there, PR spins around the leg, grabs the left leg, falls down onto the mat, and then locks in the Figure Four Leglock on Brickston! “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” JESSE He’s stealing from another wrestling legend now! Look! COLE Tha Puerto Rican with a Figure Four Leglock on Brickston! When was the last time we saw THAT from him!? JESSE He’s got Brickston in the center of the ring, Cole! Tha Puerto Rican screams for Brickston to tap out to the Figure Four Leglock! Earl Hebner checks to see if Brickston gives up. Vitamin X is panicking on the outside! COLE Tha Puerto Rican’s got that Figure Four Leglock in the middle of the ring! Brickston has nowhere to go! JESSE He’ll find a way, Cole! Brickston always has a backup plan! The referee asks Brickston if he gives up. Brickston shouts out, “NOOOOOOOOOO!” PRL is lying on the mat, cinching the Figure Four Leglock tight! VITAMIN X DON’T TAP OUT! DO NOT TAP OUT! COLE Vitamin X screaming for Brickston not to give up! If he does, he will be down by 2 with 43 minutes remaining in this match-up! JESSE That might sound long, but in this match, he can’t risk it! Earl Hebner is ready to call for the bell, but Brickston yells at him not to. Vitamin X shakes his head no as he watches Brickston scream out in pain! Brickston is on his back on the mat, writhing in pain! Brickston sits back up to prevent a pinfall, but is in so much pain that he goes back down to the mat. He sits back up just seconds later, but then goes back down again. Brickston keeps sitting up and sitting back down again while trapped in the deadly submission manuever! JESSE He can NOT go down 2-nothing, Cole! It will be over! “TAP!” “TAP!” “TAP!” “TAP!” Brickston is trying very hard to fight through the pain! Earl Hebner keeps saying that he will ring the bell, but Brickston yells at him not to. COLE Brickston, what is he going to do here!? Tha Puerto Rican’s got the Figure Four Leglock locked in! The longer Brickston stays in this, the more damage it’s doing to his legs! Brickston is getting weakened thanks to the Figure Four Leglock. His eyes are getting heavy. Brickston is lying on the mat. With his shoulders down on the mat, Earl Hebner makes the count. 1... 2... 3 BRICKSTON SITS UP!!! COLE No! Brickston won’t give in! JESSE Because he has the heart of a champion, Cole! Brickston is the uncrowned OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion as far as I am concerned! COLE Let’s not go that far, Jess! JESSE I can, and I will! Brickston grits his teeth and tries to fight through the pain! COLE The pain is so excruciating, Brickston wasn’t even aware of his shoulders being down! Earl Hebner again asks Brickston if he gives up. Brickston sneers at the referee and shakes his head “NO!” Vitamin X is pacing back and forth on the outside, worried for his client. PRL yells for Brickston to “GIVE UP!” BRICKSTON NO! Brickston falls back onto the mat and struggles to reach the ropes. He sits up again, clearly in tremendous pain! Brickston punches PRL’s legs, desperately trying to break the hold! But the punches have no effect, and Brickston’s shoulders are down on the mat again! 1... 2... LEFT SHOULDER UP!!! COLE How ironic is this? The submissions master trapped in a submission move! JESSE Brickston has an ace in the hole! I know that he does! He’s gonna pull it out! I just know he will! EARL HEBNER DO YOU GIVE UP!? BRICKSTON NO! NO! PRL cinches the hold tighter on the mat! Brickston is in serious pain! THA PUERTO RICAN GIVE UP! BRICKSTON SCREW YOU! Brickston tries to turn to his side! The crowd boos. Brickston turns to his side! He struggles to turn completely over! JESSE Brickston trying to reverse the Figure Four Leglock here! As Brickston turns, PRL starts feeling pain! Vitamin X is freaking out on the outside, biting his nails! X watches as Brickston uses all of the strength that he’s got left to turn around completely. Both PR and Brickston are on their sides! COLE If Tha Puerto Rican goes on his stomach, advantage: Brickston! JESSE PUSH! Brickston struggles to make the turn…but falls back down onto the mat! Brickston lies there. 1... 2... 3--BRICKSTON SITS UP!!! COLE ANOTHER near fall! That’s THREE of them from this Figure Four Leglock! Brickston fights through the pain and manages to turn to his side again! Brickston continues turning! He turns…and turns…and turns…Brickston lets out a mighty roar…Vitamin X watches with baited breath…the crowd starts booing…Brickston turns onto his stomach, reversing the Figure Four Leglock! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” JESSE HE’S GOT HIM! VITAMIN X YEAH BABY! YEAH! COLE And now Tha Puerto Rican, Tha Puerto Rican is being punished by the Figure Four Leglock! Tha Puerto Rican screams out in pain, trapped in the reverse Figure Four Leglock! Brickston screams for PRL to quit, while Vitamin X watches from the outside with an evil smile on his face! Earl Hebner asks PRL if he gives up, but PRL refuses to quit! COLE You can see the pain etched on the World Heavyweight Champion’s face! JESSE He ain’t got nowhere to go, Michael Cole! Brickston’s gonna tie it up! PRL shakes his head “NO!” The fans are going nuts, rooting PRL on! VITAMIN X GIVE UP, P.R.! GIVE UP! EARL HEBNER WHAT DO YOU SAY!? THA PUERTO RICAN N-O! NO! Tha Puerto Rican tries to reach the ropes, but can’t! He moves only an inch, but can’t move no more! PRL screams out in pain! COLE The pressure and the pain has reversed to Tha Puerto Rican! PRL grits his teeth, screams…and then pushes himself a few inches, breaking the reverse Figure Four Leglock! COLE He broke it! PRL has broken the reverse Figure Four Leglock! JESSE I don’t believe it, Michael Cole! How did he do it!? COLE I don’t know, Jess, but the important thing is that he did it! Both PRL and Brickston lie on the mat on their stomachs, breathing hard. Earl Hebner checks on both men. The crowd cheers loudly. COLE And what toll did the Figure Four Leglock have on both of these magnificent competitors? JESSE I think it was worst on Brickston than it was Tha Puerto Rican! Tha Puerto Rican crawls a bit in the ring and then rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom ring rope. Brickston rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom ring rope a few seconds later. The crowd has quieted down. Vitamin X looks on. PRL lands on his feet, while Brickston is on his hands and knees. So, P.R. grabs Brickston and slams his face onto the top of the announce table! COLE Tha Puerto Rican doesn’t seem to be limping, and Brickston is having a hard time standing! Brickston stumbles, and then collapses onto the protective mats! PRL taunts Brickston, and then picks him up. Earl Hebner heads to the outside to order both men to return to the ring. 41:36 remain in the match as Tha Puerto Rican slams Brickston’s face into the ring! Brickston stumbles, so Tha Puerto Rican grabs Brickston and whips him into the barricade--NO!--Brickston reverses, PRL hits the barricade back-first HARD! PR staggers forward, right into a clothesline from Brickston on the outside! VITAMIN X YEAH! COLE Brickston reverses the ride, and oh my, what a shot that was by Brickston! Vitamin X applauds Brickston. PRL lies on the ground breathing hard! He clutches his neck. Brickston rests on the barricade. EARL HEBNER Brickston, get back into the ring! Brickston is limping as he gets closer to Tha Puerto Rican. P.R. starts to get up, so Brickston helps him get to his feet…and then throws him over the barricade and into the crowd! 41:01 remain as Brickston slowly limps over the barricade and joins PRL in the crowd. COLE Just over 40 minutes to go, with Tha Puerto Rican up one fall to nothing! Brickston punches PRL in the face! He then does it again! Vitamin X looks on, while Earl Hebner hops over the barricade to join Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston. COLE I don’t know how smart this is! JESSE Me either. COLE I thought Brickston was going to buy himself some time, but showing the tenacity of Brickston, he’s right back up in Tha Puerto Rican’s face in this sea of humanity! Fans try their best to mug for the camera as the cameraman catches up with Tha Puerto Rican, Brickston and Earl Hebner in the crowd! JESSE Get out of the way you goofs! Brickston is beating on Tha Puerto Rican in the crowd! But suddenly, Tha Puerto Rican fights back with Rock-style punches to the temple! Brickston tries to run away, but PRL follows him! COLE And Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston having one hell of a fist fight admist the 68,000-plus fans here in the Alamodome! PRL punches Brickston in his back as he tries to walk away! Brickston turns around and fights back, and the two men are trading blows in the crowd! JESSE This is a fight! This is a brawl! Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston are on the ground duking it out while fans crowd around them! PRL gets up first and picks Brickston up. He throws Brickston into the barricade. PRL charges forward, and Brickston gives him a BAAAACK Body Drop over the barricade and onto the protective mats! COLE This four year rivalry between Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston is coming to a head tonight here at AngleSlam! JESSE This is the match that will decide once and for all who’s better: Tha Puerto Rican or Brickston! PRL lies on the ground, writhing in pain. Brickston rests on the barricade, breathing hard. He takes a deep breath, and then climbs over the barricade into the ringside area. He rests on his hands and knees. JESSE Get in there, ref! VITAMIN X COME ON, MAN! GET UP! Brickston picks Tha Puerto Rican up. COLE I think Brickston got the better of the exchange on the outside. Earl Hebner orders Brickston and PRL to get back into the ring. Brickston obliges, throwing PRL back into the ring. Brickston then enters the ring underneath the bottom ring rope. 40:00 40:00 remain as Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston return to the ring. Edited September 8, 2008 by Ed Wood Caulfield Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ed Wood Caulfield 0 Report post Posted September 8, 2008 Brickston flicks his left leg. 39:51 is left on the clock as Brickston kicks PRL in the face! Vitamin X cheers him on! Brickston flicks his left leg some more. Brickston picks Tha Puerto Rican up and gives him a vertical suplex! COLE What a suplex by Brickston taking down Tha Puerto Rican! JESSE Drive the wind out of Tha Puerto Rican’s body! Brickston stands up and heads to a turnbuckle corner. He flicks his left leg again. Brickston then walks towards Tha Puerto Rican, jumps up, and drops his left elbow across the chest of the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion! JESSE That was better than any People’s Elbow Drop I’ve ever seen Tha Puerto Rican do! Brickston sits up and catches his breath. With Vitamin X telling him to “KEEP GOING! KEEP GOING!”, Brickston stands up and heads to another turnbuckle corner. Once there, Brickston walks towards PRL, jumps up, and drops his left elbow across the chest of Tha Puerto Rican once again! Brickston covers Tha Puerto Rican! 1... 2... RIGHT SHOULDER UP!!! COLE Oh, and a nearfall! Brickston gets up, slightly pissed, and then covers Tha Puerto Rican again, forcing both of PR’s shoulders onto the mat. Earl Hebner counts. 1... 2... LEFT SHOULDER UP!!! COLE That wasn’t it, either! Brickston tries to drive PRL’s shoulders back down onto the mat, but PRL refuses to budge! JESSE Look at that! Look at his shoulder! Look at his arm shaking! Brickston keeps trying to put PRL’s shoulders on the mat…and eventually succeeds in doing so! Earl Hebner counts. 1... 2... 3! LEFT SHOULDER UP!!! Brickston knees PRL in the chest, making sure both of his shoulders are down on the mat again! 1... 2... LEFT SHOULDER UP!!! Brickston drives PRL’s shoulders down onto the mat again! 1... 2... LEFT SHOULDER UP!!! Brickston covers PRL again, hooking his left leg! 1... 2... KICK OUT!!! COLE And that doesn’t work either! JESSE Come on! VITAMIN X DAMNIT! Brickston sits up, annoyed at being unable to get a pin! He is breathing hard. COLE Brickston has gotta be getting somewhat frustrated at this juncture. JESSE You got that right! Vitamin X looks on as Brickston slowly stands up. He picks Tha Puerto Rican up, and then takes him over to a turnbuckle corner, where he proceeds to slam Tha Puerto Rican’s face into the top turnbuckle pad! Brickston takes a deep breath, and then fires off with a right jab to Tha Puerto Rican’s face! And another jab! And another jab! Another jab--PRL kicks Brickston in the left knee! He kicks him in the left knee again! Brickston fires off with another right jab! PRL kicks Brickston in the left knee again! PRL continues kicking at Brickston’s left knee, causing Vitamin X to panic! PRL gets out of the turnbuckle corner, still kicking Brickston’s left knee! The crowd cheers! COLE And Tha Puerto Rican back to that knee! PRL back to that left knee that he punished with that Figure Four Leglock earlier! Fighting back! Tha Puerto Rican continues kicking Brickston’s left knee, causing him great pain! PRL then rushes backwards, bounces off of the ropes, and charges forward-- Brickston scoops Tha Puerto Rican up onto his shoulders! The crowd groans! COLE Uh-oh! This isn’t good for Tha Puerto Rican! JESSE The Champ is in huge trouble here! Vitamin X screams for Brickston to complete the Killswitch! Brickston walks around the ring with PRL on his shoulders and an evil grin on his face. Brickston mutters something looking at the hard camera…and then throws PRL off of his shoulders DRILLING him into the mat with the Killswitch! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COLE Killswitch! Killswitch on Tha Puerto Rican! JESSE He hit it! He got his move! Brickston stands up and lets out a mighty roar! The crowd boos louder! Brickston smiles evilly at the fans! Vitamin X applauds Brickston, and then orders him to continue his attack. COLE Killswitch on Tha Puerto Rican, and the World Champion is out cold! Brickston turns PR onto his stomach. He then grabs PRL’s right leg, bends down on his right knee, grabs PRL’s right ankle, and then twists it to complete the Anklelock! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COLE Anklelock! Anklelock on Tha Puerto Rican! JESSE He’s gonna tap out any second! The crowd freaks out for their hero! Tha Puerto Rican screams out in pain, trapped in the Anklelock! Brickston and Vitamin X yell for Tha Puerto Rican to tap out! PRL pulls at his hair, claws the mat, grits his teeth, anything to block out the pain! Brickston is like a rabid dog while applying the Anklelock on his former mentor! COLE Brickston has the Anklelock locked in in the center of the ring! JESSE He can’t survive this much longer, Michael Cole! He can’t withstand the pain! Tha Puerto Rican tries to grab the ropes, but when he realizes that he’s too far from the ropes, after much hesititation… THA PUERTO RICAN TAPS OUT~!!! *BZZZZZZZZZT* (22:24) “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COLE And Brickston ties it up thanks to that Anklelock! JESSE Brickston is fighting back! BUFFER The winner of the fall…BRICKKKKKSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 1 Tha Puerto Rican: 1 Time remaining: 37:36 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brickston continues applying the Anklelock until Earl Hebner tells him to stop at the count of 5. Brickston lets go at 4. Brickston feigns innocence as Earl Hebner reprimends him for holding onto the Anklelock for almost 5 seconds. COLE Brickston and Tha Puerto Rican are tied up at 1 a piece with 37:23 remaining in this Iron Man Match! JESSE Brickston has the mometum now! He needs to take advantage of it! Brickston picks up Tha Puerto Rican and punches him in the face several times! He then whips PRL into the ropes. PRL bounces off of the ropes, and gets hit with a Big Boot by Brickston! Brickston goes for the cover! It gets two! Brickston goes for the cover again! Another two count! Brickston tries again. Another two count! COLE Brickston refusing to stop pinning Tha Puerto Rican, and Tha Puerto Rican refusing to lose another fall to Brickston and have him take the lead! JESSE He’ll give up eventually. COLE Who? Brickston? JESSE No, doofus! Tha Puerto Rican! COLE Oh. VITAMIN X KEEP ON HIM! HE’LL QUIT! TRUST ME! Vitamin X cheers his client on as Brickston picks Tha Puerto Rican up again. He then starts punching Tha Puerto Rican some more, dazing the current World Heavyweight Champion! Brickston grabs a headlock on P.R., but P.R. quickly turns it into a kneebreaker on Brickston! Brickston falls to the mat, clutching his left knee! COLE And right back to the knee goes Tha Puerto Rican! The crowd cheers! PRL stumbles around the ring! He then regains his senses, and then grabs both of Brickston’s legs. Puerto drags Brickston into the center of the ring, and then grabs Brickston’s right leg, spins around it, grabs the right leg--Brickston kicks Tha Puerto Rican in the ass, sending PRL flying into a top turnbuckle! Tha Puerto Rican staggers out of the turnbuckle corner, and gets scooped up onto Brickston’s shoulders! KILLSWITCH~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111 COLE Again! Brickston with the Killswitch for the second time in five minutes! JESSE He surprised him that time, Cole! Vitamin X pumps his fists as Brickston wastes no time covering Tha Puerto Rican, making sure to hook his left leg. Earl Hebner counts along with Vitamin X. ONE! TWO! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (25:26) *BZZZZZZZZZT* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COLE And Brickston takes the lead! JESSE I knew he would! Brickston gets off of Tha Puerto Rican and lies on the mat while Vitamin X applauds him. BUFFER The winner of the fall…BRICKKKKKSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 2 Tha Puerto Rican: 1 Time remaining: 34:22 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ JESSE ROLL BACK ON HIM! YOU CAN GET ANOTHER FALL! YOU CAN GET ANOTHER QUICK FALL! COLE Brickston has taken the lead with almost 30 minutes to go in this Iron Man Match! JESSE He rode the wave of momentum! He is back in the saddle here in the Alamodome! Brickston takes a moment to catch his breath. Vitamin X is pushing for Brickston to continue the match as PRL lies on the mat in tremendous pain! JESSE Oh Brickston! He’s making a huge mistake here! Why isn’t he pinning Tha Puerto Rican again!? There’s no rest period! You said so yourself, Cole! Brickston goes back to work by choking PRL with his bare hands! COLE That’s a blatant choke! EARL HEBNER COME ON NOW! BREAK IT UP! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Brickston stops choking P.R.! He sneers at the referee. Brickston punches Tha Puerto Rican several more times! 33:33 remain as Brickston grabs PR by his left hand and whips him into the ropes. PRL reverses, and it is Brickston who bounces off of the ropes, charging forward and grabbing Tha Puerto Rican, rolling him up in an inside cradle! 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (26:26) *BZZZZZZZZZT* COLE Brickston shocks Tha Puerto Rican with that inside cradle, and is now leading Tha Puerto Rican by two! JESSE He’s really going to do it, Cole! Brickston’s coming home with the World Title! Brickston sits up to catch his breath. Vitamin X is going nuts, applauding like mad for his client now. BUFFER The winner of the fall…BRICKKKKKSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 3 Tha Puerto Rican: 1 Time remaining: 33:25 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE I don’t know if Tha Puerto Rican has even recovered from the Killswitch! JESSE This is big! This is HUGE! Brickston can coast by for the next 30 minutes now! COLE I don’t think he will! He KNOWS that PRL will fight back, and I believe he WILL be on his toes for the next 30 minutes! JESSE You might be right. Brickston is as smart as he is talented! Tha Puerto Rican starts to get up. Brickston is on his hands and knees, obviously fatigued now. But Vitamin X is on his client, telling him not to stop at all for the remaining 30 minutes. The crowd gets rowdy, trying to root Tha Puerto Rican back into the lead. But PRL’s eyes are glazed over. “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” 32:59 are left in the match as Brickston picks Tha Puerto Rican up and punches him in the face several more times. Suddenly, PRL fires back with a punch! And another! And another! And another! COLE And look at Tha Puerto Rican instinctively fight back! He knows that his back is against the wall now! He MUST get two falls if he can even hope to go to Sudden Death! PRL takes a few steps back, and then charges forward…Brickston sees him coming and grabs PRL by his head, throwing him OVER the top rope and onto the floor! JESSE Brickston always one step ahead of the Champion! COLE Brickston taking the fight to the outside again! JESSE Let him stay out there and go for a countout victory, Brickston! Brickston doesn’t heed Jesse “The Body” Ventura’s advice, and instead exits the ring to join his arch-nemesis on the outside. 32:22 is left on the clock as Brickston picks PRL up by his head, and then slams his face onto the top of the barricade! VITAMIN X THAT’S IT! THAT’S IT! PRL is clearly out of it as Brickston grabs PRL and punches him in the face in the aisle! PRL staggers up the entryway. COLE Tha Puerto Rican has just not looked the same, or reacted the same, or has been the same since those TWO Killswitches! JESSE Yeah, but remember that Figure Four Leglock? When PRL had Brickston in the Figure Four Leglock? Who would have thought that Brickston would survive that and actually be able to give TWO Killswitches and be up by 2 now? Tha Puerto Rican staggers to the entrance. Brickston follows him. COLE Brickston is limping, noticeably. JESSE Tha Puerto Rican’s leaving! He’s forfeiting the match! COLE He’s out of it! He doesn’t even know where he is! JESSE YOU’RE AT THE ALAMODOME IN SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS, P.R.! THIS IS ANGLESLAM 2008 LIVE ON PAY-PER-VIEW! COLE Stop. Brickston charges forward and knocks PRL down from behind! Brickston then picks PRL up and gives him a vertical suplex in the aisle! Both PRL and Brickston lie on the aisle, breathing hard and sweating. COLE This match has already taken a ton of energy out of both men, and we’ve still got a half hour of it to go! Earl Hebner checks on both PRL and Brickston. All Vitamin X can do is root for Brickston to get back to his feet. With both men down and not moving in the aisle, Earl Hebner starts his 10 count. “ONE!” “TWO!” Tha Puerto Rican shifts to his side. “THREE!” “FOUR!” “FIVE!” Tha Puerto Rican is on his hands and knees. “SIX!” Brickston is on his hands and knees. “SEVEN!” PRL gets up. “EIGHT!” “NINE!” Brickston elbows PR in the gut, and then slowly gets up himself! COLE Brickston back in control! JESSE Like he lost it!? Brickston takes a deep breath, and then grabs Tha Puerto Rican, dragging him back into the ring. Brickston lunges after a fan, and then climbs up the ring steps and enters the ring. 30:00 COLE Time keeps ticking away, as we inch closer and closer to the end of this match, with Brickston up by two falls! The crowd boos loudly. Brickston sneers at Tha Puerto Rican, who is lying on the mat, breathing hard. Brickston motions for P.R. to “COME ON!” Vitamin X tells Brickston to continue his attack. Brickston glances up at Vitamin X and does a cheesy thumbs up. He has a smirk on his face, as does Vitamin X, as he picks Tha Puerto Rican up again. COLE The challenger in control of the Champion now! Brickston punches Tha Puerto Rican in the face several times. He then turns Puerto around, so that he can grab him and give him a back suplex--NO! PRL lands perfectly on his feet behind Brickston! Tha Puerto Rican spins Brickston around before he can fully realize what is going on… DIAMOND CUTTER~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111 COLE Lightning Strike! Tha Puerto Rican with the Lightning Strike, the move he used to put many opponents away back in San Juan! JESSE He caught him by surprise, Michael Cole! PRL has a sly smile on his face as the crowd cheers loudly. He covers Brickston, hooking his left leg. Earl Hebner counts, as does the crowd. JESSE No! 1... 2... 2 ½ 2.999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (30:42) “YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” *BZZZZZZZZZT* COLE And Tha Puerto Rican is back in this match-up! JESSE I don’t believe it, Michael Cole! PRL sits up and adjusts his elbow pads with the same sly smile on his face. Brickston has yet to get up. Vitamin X is on the outside, worried. BUFFER The winner of the fall…THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 3 Tha Puerto Rican: 2 Time remaining: 28:56 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE After three straight falls from Brickston, Tha Puerto Rican manages to surprise him with a Lightning Strike to bring The People’s Champ within one with less than a half hour to go in this Iron Man Match! JESSE He’ll never tie it! He’s gonna choke under the pressure! He will, Michael Cole! PRL slowly stands up. He spits at Brickston, and then gives him a shaky leg kick! And another one! Puerto then slowly picks Brickston up. P.R. nails Brickston with a Rock-style punch to the temple, knocking him down! COLE Brickston knocked down with one punch! JESSE This is the longest match Brickston has ever competed in! You can’t blame him for getting a bit tired! COLE Brickston is on the defensive despite being in the lead! Tha Puerto Rican has the momentum following that last fall! He is looking to tie the score at any moment now! PRL breathes hard as he picks Brickston up. Brickston pokes him in the eyes! PRL staggers, so Brickston grabs Tha Puerto Rican and whips him into the opposite ropes…PRL reverses, Brickston bounces off of the ropes, Brickston rushes forward, PRL puts his head down, so Brickston stops in his tracks, grabs PRL, and gives him a facebuster! JESSE Nice. Tha Puerto Rican staggers around the ring covering his face! Which just gives Brickston the perfect opportunity to kick Tha Puerto Rican in the stomach, and then grab him so that he can place him in between his legs. COLE What’s this? Brickston grabs Tha Puerto Rican, and then lifts him up straight into the air…and then brings him down onto the mat with a PILEDRIVER~!!! COLE A Piledriver! A Piledriver from Brickston! When was the last time he did THAT!? JESSE Brickston’s pulling out all the stops in this here Iron Man Match! He can do it all! Brickston takes a moment to catch his breath. He then rolls over and covers Tha Puerto Rican, too weak to even bother to hook a leg. PRL is knocked out. Earl Hebner counts. ONE! TWO! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (32:22) *BZZZZZZZZZT* VITAMIN X WOO-HOO! COLE And Brickston is once again up by two! JESSE Excellent! Brickston truly showing that he is the better man right here! BUFFER The winner of the fall…BRICKKKKKSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 4 Tha Puerto Rican: 2 Time remaining: 27:29 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE If Brickston can hold on to his lead for the next 27 minutes, then he WILL walk out of the Alamodome OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion! JESSE It’s a given now, Cole! Tha Puerto Rican has a mighty big hill to climb now! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! Brickston remains covering Tha Puerto Rican. Vitamin X is yelling for Earl Hebner to count another pinfall. JESSE Count him! COUNT HIM AGAIN! HE’S STILL GOT HIM COVERED! THERE’S NO REST PERIOD! But Brickston rolls off of Tha Puerto Rican and lies flat on his back on the mat. COLE Brickston, I thought, he may have gotten another cover right there! JESSE The match is getting to him! He’s not thinking straight! But he’s still got 26 minutes to go! At this point, if I were Brickston, you know what I would do? COLE Put in a deep freeze. JESSE Right. I mean, you know, you just-- COLE Play defense. JESSE Yeah, you just, you just-- COLE Take no chances. JESSE STOP INTERRUPTING ME! Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston both lie on the mat. Soon, they s l o w l y start getting up, both men tired. Vitamin X continues rooting Brickston on. “P.R.!” “P.R.!” The crowd chants for Tha Puerto Rican. COLE Right now, Tha Puerto Rican has gotta get back in this thing in a hurry! JESSE He’s at a HUGE disadvantage right now! COLE The clock now is a huge enemy to the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion! Brickston gets up first, so he punches Tha Puerto Rican! PRL staggers to a turnbuckle corner. Brickston then stomps a mudhole in Tha Puerto Rican. VITAMIN X THAT’S IT! COLE You gotta believe Brickston will not be taking any high risks for the next 20 minutes and change. 25:35 remain in the match. Brickston continues stomping a mudhole in the OAOAST Champion! Brickston grabs Tha Puerto Rican and gives him an Irish whip into the ropes. He follows that with a back elbow that knocks Tha Puerto Rican down onto the mat! Brickston covers Tha Puerto Rican, hooking his right leg. Earl Hebner counts. 1... 2... 3! KICK OUT!!! COLE That surprised me! The first kickout in how many minutes? JESSE Like 30, I think. Brickston slaps the mat in frustration. VITAMIN X THAT’S OKAY! YOU GOT HIM! YOU GOT HIM! COLE Vitamin X, offering words of encouragement to Brickston! JESSE What a terrific manager he is! I wish he was my manager back when I wrestled! COLE Vitamin X wasn’t even a fetus back when you wrestled, Jess. JESSE It hasn’t been THAT long, Michael Cole! Brickston sneers at PRL, mutters, “You’re dead.”, and then stands up. He picks Tha Puerto Rican up and gives him an European Uppercut! That staggers Tha Puerto Rican, but he doesn’t fall. So, Brickston gives him another European Uppercut! This one causes PR to stagger towards the ropes where he rests for just a few seconds. Brickston grabs Puerto Rican by his left hand, and then delivers an Irish whip into the opposite ropes. PRL bounces off of the ropes, Brickston goes for a MASSIVE clothesline, Tha Puerto Rican ducks, stops in his tracks, stands behind Brickston, leaps up, grabs Brickston by his head, and then brings him down to the mat, making sure that his knees hit Brickston’s back on the way down! The crowd cheers loudly while PRL and Brickston lie on the mat! COLE Back Cracker! JESSE Back Cracker!? COLE Or Backstabber. Or Lung Blower. Whichever one works for you! Whatever the case, Tha Puerto Rican has just pulled that one out of mothballs for tonight! JESSE But will it be enough for a fall!? Tha Puerto Rican lies on the mat for a few more seconds, and then sits up so that he can cover Brickston, hooking both legs! Earl Hebner counts along with the crowd. Vitamin X is shaking his head, “NO!” CROWD ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! (35:06) YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *BZZZZZZZZZT* VITAMIN X ARGH! COLE Tha Puerto Rican with another pinfall! JESSE He got lucky there, Cole! BUFFER The winner of the fall…THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 4 Tha Puerto Rican: 3 Time remaining: 24:39 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE So Tha Puerto Rican pulls within one again with less than 25 minutes left in the Iron Man Match! JESSE Unbelievable, Cole! Tha Puerto Rican gets off of Brickston…and then covers him again, hooking his right leg! Earl Hebner counts. 1... 2... 3--2!!!! COLE Brickston with the left shoulder up! P.R. trying for a quickie pin there. Smart move on his part! JESSE The only intelligence P.R. has shown in this match-up! COLE Will you stop!? PRL slaps the mat in frustration, but then calms down and continues the match. COLE PRL trying to catch-up, to tie the score, in the hopes of having his dream continue on for another day! PRL stands up, and then picks Brickston up. He measures Brickston up, and then nails him with a Rock-style punch to the temple! He then nails Brickston with another Rock punch to the temple! COLE Tha Puerto Rican is tired, but as long as he is breathing, he will fight! JESSE That is from ‘The Big Book of Clichés‘, page 473, ladies and gentlemen. Tha Puerto Rican continues with The Rock-style punches to the temple, leading to Brickston needing to rest on a turnbuckle. That doesn’t do him any good, as PRL continues walloping him in the turnbuckle corner! JESSE I think this would be a good time to get out of there, Brickston! Take a powder! PRL grabs Brickston, and whips him into the opposite turnbuckle--Brickston reverses, PRL hits the turnbuckle back-first HARD! Brickston charges forward, right into a back elbow from Tha Puerto Rican! Brickston collapses onto the mat, so Tha Puerto Rican quickly rushes over and covers him! ONE! TWO! THR--KICK OUT!!! THA PUERTO RICAN DAMNIT! PRL picks up Brickston and punches him in the face several times. He then bounces off of the ropes, ducks Brickston’s clothesline attempt, bounces off of the opposite ropes, right into a Big Boot from Brickston! Brickston covers Tha Puerto Rican, hooking his right leg. ONE! TWO! THREE--RIGHT SHOULDER UP!!!! COLE ALMOST! ALMOST for Brickston! JESSE I thought he had him! COLE So did everyone else! But Brickston still has the lead, so he can take solace in that! Both Brickston and PRL lie on the mat. A small cut appears over Tha Puerto Rican’s right eye. Earl Hebner checks on both men. Vitamin X slaps the mat to get his guy back into the match. Brickston and Tha Puerto Rican start to get up, albeit slower this time. Brickston is up first, and he starts punching PRL in the cut above the right eye. Vitamin X roots him on, the only one doing so. Brickston punches Tha Puerto Rican. Tha Puerto Rican punches Brickston! Brickston punches Tha Puerto Rican! Tha Puerto Rican punches Brickston! Tha Puerto Rican punches Brickston! Tha Puerto Rican punches Brickston! Tha Puerto Rican grabs Brickston by his head and left hand, and then gives him an Irish whip into the ropes--NO!--Brickston reverses--NO!--Tha Puerto Rican reverses and holds on, hooking Brickston up for the LATIN SLAM~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111 COLE Latin Slam! Latin Slam on the 6’6” 215 pounder! JESSE No way! The crowd explodes with cheers! Tha Puerto Rican has a smile on his face as he quickly rushes over and covers Brickston, hooking his right leg. Vitamin X freaks out again on the outside! Earl Hebner counts, along with the crowd and PRL himself! 1! 2! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (37:28) “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” *BZZZZZZZZZT* COLE We are now tied! BUFFER The winner of the fall…THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 4 Tha Puerto Rican: 4 Time remaining: 22:40 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE Tha Puerto Rican has finally managed to tie it up! That means he can either go for Sudden Death or go for broke and try to win this thing! JESSE Tha Puerto Rican’s pride and ego will make him want to go for it all in the regulation time period. And THAT right there will be the END of Tha Puerto Rican’s OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship reign! And you can bank on that! COLE Speaking of banks, Krista Isadora Duncan won the Money In The Bank Tournament earlier tonight. Do you think that she’s watching this match? JESSE Since when does she give a damn about professional wrestling matches other than her own, her girlfriend‘s, or her daughter’s? You think that she would want to watch an hour long professional wrestling match between two MEN!? COLE …Good point. Tha Puerto Rican stops covering Brickston, and starts punching him in the face! With blood starting to drip down his right eye, PR continues hammering away at Brickston while the crowd cheers loudly. COLE PRL can feel the momentum shifting! He can either go for the finish in the next 20 minutes, or go for it in Sudden Death. Either way, he feels like he is in control! JESSE Where does he get the power to continue from!? COLE From the fans! From his Lightning Bolts! They are his motivation now! JESSE But why? COLE Because Tha Puerto Rican now respects the fans. JESSE But…why? COLE Nevermind. Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’ into the future, as this match reaches the 38:00 mark. PR picks Brickston up, and then grabs him by his right hand to whip him into the opposite ropes--Brickston reverses--PRL bounces off of the ropes--Vitamin X trips him up! COLE Now come on! PRL turns around and lays the bad mouth on Vitamin X, who feigns innocence despite having a smirk on his face. PRL yells at his former ally and Second-In-Command, lunging after him. Vitamin X slowly backs away from the ring, while PRL continues yelling at him. COLE What was that all about? Tha Puerto Rican runs his mouth some more at Vitamin X, laying the verbal smackdown on him, his face turning red. This turns out to be just what Brickston needed for a distraction, as Brickston grabs Tha Puerto Rican by his tights from behind and rolls him up, holding onto the tights. COLE Hey! Wait a minute! He’s got the tights! 1! 2! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (38:22) “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” *BZZZZZZZZZT* COLE Oh! And Brickston steals a fall! JESSE YES! Fantastic cheating by Brickston there! BUFFER The winner of the fall…BRICKKKKKSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 5 Tha Puerto Rican: 4 Time remaining: 21:40 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE And just like that, Brickston is back in the lead! JESSE Where he will remain for the rest of this match! COLE And to think, he was fighting clean up until that last fall! Such ashamed he had to resort to dirty tactics to get that last fall! JESSE Hey, this is THE BIGGEST MATCH of Brickston’s career! He is doing EVERYTHING that he can think of to win this match! And remember, win if you can, lose if you must, but always CHEAT! I STILL stand by that motto! COLE I still like you better than Coach! Brickston stands up, and boots Tha Puerto Rican in the face! With 20:40 to go, Brickston picks Tha Puerto Rican up. Suddenly, Tha Puerto Rican springs to life and nails Brickston with a Rock-style punch to the temple! Followed by another one! And another one! Then another one! PRL then grabs Brickston and whips him into the ropes--Brickston reverses, PR bounces off of the ropes…into a Sleeperhold from Brickston! However, Tha Puerto Rican quickly escapes, wraps his arms around Brickston, and gives him a Belly-To-Belly Suplex onto the mat! PRL and Brickston both lie on the mat, fatigued. COLE The Belly-To-Belly Suplex took all of the energy out of Tha Puerto Rican! JESSE And Brickston too! He’s out cold also! Earl Hebner starts his 10 count. PRL is coughing. Brickston’s eyes are glazed over. 20:00 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ed Wood Caulfield 0 Report post Posted September 8, 2008 “2!” “3!” “4!” “5!” Tha Puerto Rican slowly pulls himself over to where Brickston is lying. Vitamin X is frantically yelling for Brickston to “WAKE UP, MAN! WAKE UP!” PRL continues crawling over to where Brickston is lying. “6!” “7!” “8!” “9!” Tha Puerto Rican covers Brickston! Earl Hebner counts. 1... 2... 2 ½ RIGHT SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CROWD AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! COLE Not 3! Not 3! But it was close! A long, long 2 count! JESSE That not only takes it physically out of Tha Puerto Rican, it takes it out of him emotionally. He knows he needs it, he came THAT close to getting it, and then it was SNATCHED away from him. COLE Tha Puerto Rican’s dream came true at AngleMania VII! Will that dream turn into a nightmare tonight? Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston have been fighting in the match of their lives for 40 minutes, and we STILL got 20 more minutes to go in this contest! Tha Puerto Rican and Brickston slowly get up. VERY slowly. Both guys are out of breath, but PR sucks in wind and then nails Brickston with a punch! Followed by another one. Then two more! Puerto grabs Brickston’s left hand, and then whips him into the ropes, but Brickston reverses, and it is PRL who bounces off of the ropes, Brickston goes for a clothesline, but PRL ducks the clothesline, stops in his tracks, waits for Brickston to turn around, kicks him in the gut when he does, grabs him, and then cradles him up…giving Brickston a Cradle DDT to a loud pop from the crowd! VITAMIN X NO! COLE Tha Puerto Rican hitting Brickston with the Esto Daño De La Cogida De La Voluntad! JESSE It’s definitely an impressive looking Cradle DDT, that’s for sure! Tha Puerto Rican covers Brickston, hooking his left leg. Earl Hebner makes the count. The crowd counts along. Vitamin X looks on, worried. 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (40:33) “YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” *BZZZZZZZZZT* COLE And Tha Puerto Rican ties it up again! BUFFER The winner of the fall…THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 5 Tha Puerto Rican: 5 Time remaining: 19:17 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE And Tha Puerto Rican manages to tie things up with 19:16 remaining! JESSE He’s going to try and take the lead! I just know that he will! Tha Puerto Rican rolls off of Brickston onto his back on the mat. Brickston is in pain from the Esto Daño De La Cogida De La Voluntad. Vitamin X is running his hands through his hair, thereby messing it up. The crowd is still hot following the latest pinfall. COLE The seconds continue ticking away as we get closer and closer to the finish! JESSE Tha Puerto Rican might try to play it cool, so that the next fall is the LAST fall for him, but I doubt he will do that! He wants to go all gangbusters on Brickston because of their past and because this is AngleSlam at the Alamodome in San Antonio, Texas! Bah! He doesn’t know any better! PRL rolls to his side. He then rolls to his stomach. VITAMIN X COME ON! COME ON! GET UP! GET UP! PRL glances over at Vitamin X. VX quickly backs away from Tha Puerto Rican. JESSE What a bully Tha Puerto Rican is! The man just wanted to offer words of encouragement for his client. COLE Jess, Vitamin X helped Brickston pick up a fall earlier. JESSE No he didn’t. Vitamin X tripped PRL, and then Brickston rolled PRL up. They are not connected! COLE Oh come on, Jess! JESSE Hey, I tell it like it is, so you KNOW I’m right! You just won’t admit it! COLE Please. PRL is on his hands and knees. With 18:55 remaining, Tha Puerto Rican rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom ring rope. He drags Brickston out of the ring underneath the bottom ring rope also. PRL trash talks Brickston, who is out of it, while holding onto his hair on the outside. Vitamin X is only a few feet away from PRL and Brickston, but chooses to just watch what happens next. COLE Brickston and P.R. back on the outside! JESSE Careful, with 19 minutes left, ANYTHING can happen now! Tha Puerto Rican drags Brickston by his hair over to a set of ring steps, where PRL proceeds to slam Brickston’s face onto the top ring step! Brickston collapses onto the protective mats on the outside! PRL uses the top ring step to take a break and catch his breath. PRL then slowly walks over and picks up Brickston by his hair. PR drags Brickston over to Sofa Central. COLE They’re headed our way! JESSE Stay in your seat, Cole! The timekeeper moves out of his seat, taking the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt with him. Puerto shoves the timekeeper’s seat aside, and then lifts Brickston up, dropping him down, chin-first, onto the top of the timekeeper’s table! COLE Brickston’s head bounced off this wooden table! Brickston rests on the barricade. PRL grabs the water bottle that was sitting on top of the timekeeper’s table, takes off the cap, takes a giant gulp…and then SPITS THE WATER BACK OUT IN BRICKSTON’S FACE~!!! JESSE What a sign of disrespect from our World Champion! He should be ashamed of himself! The crowd responds with cheers. PRL throws the bottled water aside, and then punches Brickston in the face several times. He then slams Brickston’s face onto the top of the timekeeper’s table…but Brickston doesn’t budge! Brickston instead elbows P.R. in the gut, grabs his head, and then slams *P.R.’s* face onto the top of the timekeeper’s table! JESSE I think that all that water must have woken him up, Cole! COLE It might have Jess, with less than 20 minutes to go in this Iron Man Match, Brickston can’t afford to lose any more falls! Brickston takes a moment to catch his breath, and then staggers towards his weapon of choice: the timekeeper’s chair. Brickston grabs the steel chair, rests on the ring apron, and then lifts the steel chair over his head--Earl Hebner snatches the steel chair away from Brickston! JESSE Now why did he do that for!? COLE Because the referee wants a fair fight, Jess! What’s so hard to understand about that!? JESSE He’s interjecting himself into this match! Earl Hebner is not the star of this match! Brickston is! He’s trying to hog all of the spotlight! COLE Oh come on! The referee throws the steel chair aside and reprimends Brickston for trying to use it. Brickston yells at the ref, while Vitamin X screams out, “WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT!?” JESSE Yeah! You tell ‘im, X! The crowd cheers loudly for the referee stopping the would-be chairshot. Brickston gets in the referee’s face about stopping the chairshot. He eventually goes back to the match. And just in time, as Tha Puerto Rican nails Brickston with a Rock-style punch to the temple on the outside! And another Rock punch! And a third Rock punch! VITAMIN X GET BACK ON THE BALL, BRICKSTON! 17:43 left to go in the Iron Man Match. PRL grabs Brickston by his hair, and then whips him into the ring steps right shoulder first so hard that the top ring steps fall onto the protective mats! VITAMIN X DAMNIT! Brickston lies on the ground clutching his right shoulder in pain! The camera does a close-up of the pain on Brickston’s face! The crowd cheers! COLE We are tied with almost 15 minutes left in the 60-Minute Iron Man Match for the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship! And the next fall, if there IS a next fall, might decide the whole match and who leaves the Alamodome the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion! PRL takes a moment to relax on the ring apron, and then walks over to where Brickston is slowly starting to get up. Vitamin X looks on worried. PRL is sucking wind as he walks over to where Brickston is crawling at ringside. Brickston falls on his face. He tries to beg off, but PRL is still walking slowly after him. The OAOAST Starbucks™ Double Shot Instant Replay shows Tha Puerto Rican whipping Brickston into the ring steps again from a different angle. PR grumbles angrily as he picks Brickston up, and walks with him around the ringside area while the crowd cheers loudly. 17:13 are left as Tha Puerto Rican whips Brickston into the barricade--Brickston reverses, and it is Tha Puerto Rican that hits the barricade back-first HARD! But just as quickly as PRL hits the barricade does he come back, rushing out of the barricade just as Brickston puts his head down to give Brickston a spinning neckbreaker onto the floor! Both Brickston and PRL lie on the ground, sweating and breathing hard. Earl Hebner checks on both men. COLE 17 minutes to go! Tied at 5! Referee Earl Hebner starting his 10 count again! PRL sits up first as Brickston is on his hands and knees. Tha Puerto Rican is the first to get to a vertical base. EARL HEBNER GET BACK IN THE RING RIGHT NOW! THA PUERTO RICAN I know! Shut up! PRL throws Brickston back into the ring. He looks at the clock and sees that he’s still got 16:35 to break the tie if he so wishes. PR slides into the ring underneath the bottom ring rope. He stands up and picks Brickston up. After punching him in the face several times, Tha Puerto Rican whips Brickston into the ropes--Brickston reverses, PRL bounces off of the ropes, PRL rushes forward, Brickston grabs Puerto Rican, and then slams him back down HARD onto the mat! Bossman Slam! COLE Bossman Slam! Bossman Slam from Brickston! VITAMIN X YEAH! Brickston covers Tha Puerto Rican, hooking his right leg. He has an evil smile on his face as Earl Hebner makes the count, with Vitamin X mouthing along. The crowd boos. 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (43:39) *BZZZZZZZZZT* COLE And Brickston breaks the tie! JESSE That doesn’t surprise me at all, Michael Cole! Brickston sits on his knees and laughs manically as he stares down at Tha Puerto Rican! Vitamin X applauds Brickston, pumping his fists into the air and shouting “YES! WOOO! YES!” Tha Puerto Rican is knocked out following the Bossman Slam! BUFFER The winner of the fall…BRICKKKKKSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 6 Tha Puerto Rican: 5 Time remaining: 16:03 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE With just 16 minutes left, and Brickston has taken the lead! JESSE He’s doing it, Cole! He’s really doing it! Brickston is gonna win some gold here tonight! Having a surge of adrenaline following that last fall, Brickston stands up, an evil smile on his face, and grabs P.R. by his right hand, dragging him towards the ropes. Vitamin X looks on confused. COLE Uh…where’s he going? JESSE I have no clue. Your guess is as good as mine. Brickston makes sure PRL is near the ropes…and then covers him again, this time putting his feet on the top ring rope! Earl Hebner doesn’t see this, despite the crowd trying to let him know of this illegal tactic, and makes the count. Vitamin X looks on anxious. COLE Hey! Wait a minute! What--what the--what the hell!? JESSE Brilliant! 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (44:06) “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” *BZZZZZZZZZT* COLE No! Brickston furthers his lead by two! JESSE Smart wrestling! Taking advantage of a downed and out wrestler! COLE Yeah, by putting his feet on the ropes! JESSE I didn’t say he WASN’T cheating, Cole! BUFFER The winner of the fall…BRICKKKKKSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 7 Tha Puerto Rican: 5 Time remaining: 15:42 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE So in less than a minute, Brickston has managed to pick up TWO falls to extend his lead as we head into the final 15 minutes of this match-up! JESSE I know! Isn’t it fabulous!? We WILL see something special happen here tonight at AngleSlam 2008 after all, Cole! COLE Is time running out on Tha Puerto Rican’s OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship reign!? Brickston takes a deep breath as he gets off of Tha Puerto Rican. Vitamin X is applauding like mad on the outside. A “P.R.!” chant starts up from the crowd. Brickston looks up at the clock and sees that there are now exactly 15 minutes left in the match. COLE 15 minutes left! ¾ of a way home in this match-up! Brickston slowly stands up, a sinister smile on his face, and starts stomping on PRL! He takes a moment to catch his breath, slowing down now that he has a 2 fall lead. Brickston picks PRL up by his left hand, takes him to the ropes, and then delivers an Irish whip into the opposite ropes. Tha Puerto Rican bounces off of the ropes, right into a Sleeperhold from Brickston! COLE A Sleeperhold! Brickston with a Sleeperhold, trying to stretch his lead out further! JESSE Brickston is going for the nail in the coffin, Cole! Arms limp, PRL is trapped in the Sleeperhold with no signs of moving. Earl Hebner checks on Puerto. Brickston grins as he cinches the hold tight. VITAMIN X THAT’S IT! SQUEEZE! SQUEEZE THE AIR OUT OF HIM! COLE Vitamin X instructing Brickston to go in for the kill! JESSE He has to, Cole! We are less than 15 minutes from the end of this match! If there is any time to put this thing away, it’s now! Vitamin X looks at the clock and sees that 14:29 is left. PRL, while still on his feet, barely has the strength to lift his right arm into the air. JESSE Think of how proud Vitamin X is! Only 14:25 away from managing his first ever OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion! COLE It’s not over yet! Tha Puerto Rican trying to fight back, down by 2, with less than 15 minutes remaining! JESSE Look at him! He’s out! It’s over! COLE Never say never with Tha Puerto Rican, Jess! His back has been against the wall before, and he’s pulled through! JESSE But he has never fought Brickston in an Iron Man Match before, Cole! I think this time, Tha Puerto Rican might be WAY WAY WAY over his head! Tha Puerto Rican’s eyes are only half-opened. Brickston sneers as he continues applying the Sleeperhold on Puerto Rican. Earl Hebner checks on PRL again as the crowd cheers louder and louder for their Champ. PRL falls to his right knee, and then quickly falls to both knees, still locked in the Sleeperhold. PR then falls onto the mat! The crowd cheers louder than before. PRL weakly outstretches his left arm into the air. Blood is still dripping down Tha Puerto Rican’s right eye. Earl Hebner checks on Tha Puerto Rican. The referee raises Tha Puerto Rican’s left arm into the air. It falls. “ONE!” COLE Tha Puerto Rican is barely moving! JESSE He’s finished, Cole! Done! Finito! Kaput! Earl Hebner checks on Tha Puerto Rican again. The referee raises Tha Puerto Rican’s left arm into the air again. It falls. “TWO!” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” JESSE It is over! COLE The Bossman Slam has taken what’s left of Tha Puerto Rican’s energy out of him! Earl Hebner checks on Tha Puerto Rican one more time. The referee raises Tha Puerto Rican’s left arm into the air for the third time. It falls--NO! IT STAYS UP IN THE AIR! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” JESSE Ah nuts. Tha Puerto Rican makes a fist with his left hand and starts shaking it! Brickston can’t believe that PRL is still in the match! Neither can Vitamin X! PRL grabs at Brickston’s head and then sits up, his teeth clenched and his fists shaking! P.R. gets to his right knee! He then gets to a vertical base, still trapped in the Sleeperhold! P.R. punches Brickston in the stomach! He then does it again! And a third time, finally escaping the Sleeperhold! He then nails Brickston with Rock-style punches to the temple, dazing the big man! VITAMIN X BLOCK! BLOCK! COLE That’s gotta be nothing but adrenaline getting the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion back into it! Guts! Adrenaline! Those left hands not as effective as they once were! PRL taunts Brickston, and then rushes backwards towards the ropes, bounces off of the ropes, charges forward RIGHT INTO ANOTHER SLEEPERHOLD FROM BRICKSTON! VITAMIN X YES! COLE Brickston fires back with another Sleeperhold on PRL! JESSE He got him again! PRL flails his arms around, but then falls to his righrt knee, and then immediately falls to the mat! Brickston still has the Sleeperhold applied on Tha Puerto Rican on the mat! PRL’s eyes are closed shut! Brickston cinches the hold tight as the crowd roots PRL on. Vitamin X slaps the mat, rooting his client on. JESSE If Brickston could actually get piggybacked, if he could put all of his weight on Tha Puerto Rican, plus cutting off all of the--the blood supply AND the oxygen supply to Tha Puerto Rican’s head, it would all be over! COLE 13 minutes left in this match-up! PRL is not moving, trapped in the Sleeperhold, blood dripping down his right eye. Earl Hebner checks on Tha Puerto Rican. PRL’s eyes are glazed over. BRICKSTON This is it! COLE PRL’s eyes almost rolling back in his head! JESSE So, he’s ripping off The Undertaker now? COLE Will you stop!? Earl Hebner checks on Tha Puerto Rican as the crowd has quieted down. Brickston has an evil grin on his face. Vitamin X nods, an evil smile on his face. Earl Hebner raises Tha Puerto Rican’s left arm into the air. It falls. “ONE!” COLE PRL, his arms are not moving! His hands are not moving! JESSE He’s done for, Cole! Earl Hebner checks on Tha Puerto Rican again. The referee raises Tha Puerto Rican’s left arm into the air a second time. It falls. “TWO!” COLE He doesn’t know where he is! Brickston smiles evilly, feeling that the end is near for Tha Puerto Rican and his OAOAST Championship reign. “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” JESSE Brickston is in complete control right now! Just look at the picture in front of you! COLE Tha Puerto Rican is out of it! He can’t even move! Earl Hebner checks on Tha Puerto Rican. The referee raises Tha Puerto Rican’s left arm into the air once more. It falls. “THREE! THAT’S IT!” *BZZZZZZZZZT* (47:25) COLE And so Brickston takes a commanding THREE FALL lead with 12:30 left in this 60-Minute Iron Man Match! JESSE BRICKSTON’S GONNA DO IT! HE’S GONNA BECOME WORLD CHAMPION TONIGHT AT ANGLESLAM! BUFFER The winner of the fall…BRICKKKKKSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 8 Tha Puerto Rican: 5 Time remaining: 12:25 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE Tha Puerto Rican has an even BIGGER challenge in front of him! Less than 15 minutes to go, and down by 3! JESSE Brickston is just 12:14 away from becoming OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion! I just know it! Brickston still has the Sleeperhold applied! JESSE Brickston going for a FOUR fall lead! EARL HEBNER COME ON NOW! LET GO! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Brickston lets go of the Sleeperhold! He glances at the referee with an evil smile on his face. Vitamin X also has an evil smile on his face. COLE Brickston’s not bothered! He’s not worried! He KNOWS that he’s got a 3 fall lead over Tha Puerto Rican with almost 10 minutes to go in this match-up! He’s not worried at this stage of the game! JESSE As well he shouldn’t be! He can coast by for the next 12 minutes! It’s PR who’s got to be worried now! COLE You can feel the pressure grow as every second ticks by! Closer and closer to the end of this Iron Man and the possible crowning of a NEW One And Only AngleSault Thread World Heavyweight Champion! JESSE It’s DEFINITELY going to happen, Michael Cole! It’s just a matter of time! Brickston looks over at Vitamin X, who gives him a thumbs up. Brickston nods his head. He gets on his knees and starts pummeling Tha Puerto Rican’s face with rights! Brickston gets some of Tha Puerto Rican’s blood on his knuckles, but he seems to enjoy having the blood of Tha Puerto Rican on his hand! Brickston taunts PRL as he pummels him! COLE We are at exactly 12 minutes to go in this Iron Man Match with Brickston showing little sign of letting up, even with a 3 fall lead! JESSE He’s not gonna stop till the end, Michael Cole! And that’s the way it should be! COLE But you just said that he can coast by for the next 12 minutes! JESSE No I didn’t. Brickston looks at the clock and sees that there is 11:24 left. So, Brickston continues punching PRL in the face! Brickston stops, stands up, and poses, drawing boos. Vitamin X is the only person applauding him! COLE Look at Brickston! So arrogant! JESSE He has a right to be! HE’S the one with the lead now, Cole! Vitamin X points to his client and says, “YEAH!” Brickston points to himself and says, “THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION IS RIGHT HERE, BABY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” He sneers at the crowd. Brickston spits in the general direction of the fans, and then goes back to sneering at the fans. Brickston goes back to Tha Puerto Rican. Brickston goes to pick Tha Puerto Rican up-- THA PUERTO RICAN SURPRISES BRICKSTON WITH AN INSIDE CRADLE~!!! 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (49:24) *BZZZZZZZZZT* Brickston sits up stunned! Vitamin X is also stunned by this! Tha Puerto Rican goes back to lying on the mat in pain! The crowd cheers loudly! JESSE He weasled him in, Cole! Tha Puerto Rican weaseled Brickston in! COLE Tha Puerto Rican shocked Brickston with that inside cradle! He has managed to score a fall with almost 10 minutes to go! JESSE He goldbricked him, Cole! He played the weasel and Brickston fell for it! BUFFER The winner of the fall…THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 8 Tha Puerto Rican: 6 Time remaining: 10:34 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE Tha Puerto Rican manages to score a very important fall! He is now down by two! JESSE Time is of the essence! Brickston is now PISSED OFF~! Seeing Tha Puerto Rican lying on the mat, Brickston quickly covers the P.R. Menace! COLE Brickston trying to extend the lead by three again! 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LEFT SHOULDER UP!!! VITAMIN X DAMNIT! COLE And Tha Puerto Rican got the shoulders up! Somehow, someway, the OAOAST Champion got his left shoulder off of the canvas at the 10 minute mark! Brickston sits on his knees, disappointed. He takes a moment to charge up his stamina meter as it is on empty. PRL is still lying on the mat, breathing hard. The camera does a close-up of the scoreboard as the clock continues ticking away. 10:05, 10:04, 10:03, 10:02, 10:01 10:00 10 minutes are left on the clock as Brickston exits the ring and climbs the top rope. COLE Brickston’s going to the top!? JESSE He’s desperate to keep his lead, Michael Cole! You gotta do what you gotta do to win! Brickston is hunched over on the top rope. Tha Puerto Rican is slowly getting up when he sees Brickston on the top rope. So, PRL rushes over and bounces off of the ropes, causing Brickston to lose his balance and crotch himself on the top rope! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” JESSE I see PRL is resorting to his old ways again! COLE You gotta do what you gotta do to win! JESSE Shut up. COLE Yes sir. Brickston screams out in pain! The crowd cheers loudly. Vitamin X holds his own crotch as perhaps a form of sympathy pain for Brickston. Tha Puerto Rican lets out a mighty roar, mocking Brickston! PRL chuckles. PRL then nails Brickston with a Rock-style punch to the temple while Brickston is crotched on the top rope! JESSE Be defensive! Tha Puerto Rican nails Brickston with several more Rock punches as Brickston remains crotched on the top turnbuckle! 9:34 is shown on the clock as PRL climbs the top rope himself. PRL looks at the crowd. He then grabs Brickston, jumps up, wraps his legs around Brickston’s head, and then brings him down to the mat with a Frankensteiner! COLE Frankensteiner! Frankensteiner on Brickston! Tha Puerto Rican stops to take a deep breath. He then starts pummeling Brickston with lefts on the mat! JESSE He’s gotta hurry up and get the pin! None of this will matter in the long run if Tha Puerto Rican is unable to take the lead over Brickston with less than 10 minutes left to go! COLE You’re right about that, Jess! Tha Puerto Rican MUST MUST score TWO more falls if he can even hope to go to Sudden Death with Brickston! PRL stops pummeling Brickston to look at the clock. He sees that there is 9:00 left in the match. PRL picks Brickston up. He taunts him while doing so. Puerto Rican then backs Brickston into the ropes, punches him, then grabs Brickston’s left hand and whips him into the opposite ropes. Brickston reverses. PRL bounces off of the ropes. Brickston goes for a clothesline, PRL ducks the clothesline, stops in his tracks, turns around, waits for Brickston to turn around. KICK WHAM STUNNER~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111 COLE Cappa Killa! Cappa Killa on Brickston! JESSE No! The crowd explodes with cheers! Tha Puerto Rican quickly runs over and covers Brickston, hooking his right leg! Vitamin X is shaking his head! Earl Hebner counts, as does the crowd! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! (51:24) *BZZZZZZZZZT* “YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE Tha Puerto Rican picks up ANOTHER victory! JESSE How does he do it, Cole!? P.R. pumps his fists in victory. He mouths off to Brickston as Vitamin X stands there shocked. BUFFER The winner of the fall…THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! The crowd cheers loudly! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 8 Tha Puerto Rican: 7 Time remaining: 8:29 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE With 8:29 left, Tha Puerto Rican comes within one! JESSE Brickston still has got the lead and that’s all that matters! COLE Yeah, but for how much longer? JESSE Until the match ends! Duh! COLE Time keeps ticking away, with Tha Puerto Rican gaining the momentum more and more as each second passes! It is nut cutting time at 8:25! JESSE ‘Nut cutting time‘!? Tha Puerto Rican stands up. He sees that there is 8:19 left on the clock. Brickston is starting to get up. PRL glances over at him. Brickston goes to his side. He then gets on his hands and knees. Brickston crawls around the ring. PRL sees this and goes over to grab Brickston by his right hand. He then spins around, putting Brickston in a La Magistral Cradle! 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (52:02) *BZZZZZZZZZT* COLE And Tha Puerto Rican ties it up! I don’t believe it! Tha Puerto Rican lies on the mat with a sly smile on his face. Brickston is still a bit groggy. Vitamin X is almost having a panic attack on the outside while the crowd cheers loudly. COLE With 8 minutes to go, Tha Puerto Rican has managed to tie it up! It’s anybody’s game! BUFFER The winner of the fall…THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 8 Tha Puerto Rican: 8 Time remaining: 7:55 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The crowd cheers loudly! COLE Tha Puerto Rican has been miraculously able to get THREE falls within a TEN minute span! Unbelieveable! JESSE Brickston will come back! He will find a way! COLE We are tied at 8 with 8 minutes left! How about that? Tha Puerto Rican sits up. He wipes the sweat off of his forehead, and then stands up. The Latin Lion picks Brickston up. He whips Brickston into the ropes, and follows that up with a back elbow that staggers Brickston! Puerto Rican then grabs Brickston and measures him up. He then nails Brickston with a Rock-style punch to the temple! He follows that up with another Rock punch. Brickston stumbles into the ropes. Seeing this, Tha Puerto Rican walks back a few steps and then charges forward building speed. Tha Puerto Rican clotheslines Brickston over the top rope and onto the floor! PRL rests his head on the top ring rope. COLE Tha Puerto Rican’s dream is in danger of ending, and I think that is his sole motivation at this juncture! JESSE It just might be, but Brickston is going to end his dream tonight anyway! PRL takes a deep breath, and then exits the ring. P.R. rests on the outside. He then picks Brickston up as 7:05 remains in the Iron Man Match. PRL drags Brickston over to the spot where Brickston crash into the ring steps. The top ring steps are gone now, so PRL slams Brickston’s face onto the bottom ring steps! THA PUERTO RICAN Jabroni. PRL then grabs Brickston and drags him over to the other side of the ring. Once there, P.R. knees Brickston in the gut! 6:53 are left as Tha Puerto Rican knees Brickston in the stomach again! PRL taunts Brickston, and then pulls his legs out from right under him! The back of Brickston’s head hits the protective mats HARD! JESSE Uh-oh. PRL lifts Brickston up by his knee pads, grabs ahold of his legs… THA PUERTO RICAN YOUR ASS IS MINE! …and then CATAPULTS Brickston right into a ring post! COLE Tha Puerto Rican catapulted Brickston FACE-FIRST into the ring post! JESSE He ruined Brickston’s matinee idol looks! COLE Don’t make me laugh! Brickston is now groggy. He grabs onto the ring post, but then falls to his knees, before just collapsing onto the floor! COLE Steel meets skull, and steel wins at 6 and a half minutes left! Tha Puerto Rican gets onto his right knee and rests near Sofa Central. He then stands up, still a bit fatigued. Earl Hebner checks on Brickston while Vitamin X only stands back and watches, concerned for his client. THA PUERTO RICAN I’ve got him. Brickston is on his knees on the outside. He uses the ring apron to pull himself back up to his feet. PRL slowly walks towards where Brickston is kneeling down. P.R. picks Brickston up. He whips Brickston into the nearest set of ring steps--NO!--Brickston reverses, and it is Tha Puerto Rican who hits the ring steps right-shoulder first, HARD! PR hit the ring steps so HARD that the top ring steps fell off! PRL lies on the floor, holding his right shoulder in pain! COLE And Brickston strikes back! JESSE Like he always does! Everything Tha Puerto Rican has, Brickston has a counter for! It’s what happens when you face your former teacher! COLE But will the student beat the teacher to become World Heavyweight Champion here tonight? JESSE It looks more and more that way each second that passes, Michael Cole! PRL continues holding his right shoulder in pain. 6:06 is shown on the clock. Earl Hebner checks on Tha Puerto Rican. PRL swats him away. 6:00 are left in the match as Brickston walks over and picks Tha Puerto Rican up. He then throws Tha Puerto Rican back into the ring. Brickston hops onto the ring apron, and then enters the ring himself. COLE We are under 6 minutes, UNDER SIX MINUTES, with the score tied 8-8! Brickston takes a deep breath. He then walks over and stomps on Tha Puerto Rican! Brickston picks Tha Puerto Rican up and punches him in the face several times. COLE Brickston trying to take the lead with under 6 minutes left in the Iron Man Match! Brickston grabs P.R. by his left hand, and then gives him an Irish whip into the opposite ropes. P.R. bounces off fo the ropes, right into a MASSIVE clothesline from Brickston that causes Tha Puerto Rican to do a 360-degree spin before falling onto the mat! The crowd groans! COLE Oh my! What a clothesline! Talk about a Clothesline From Hell! JESSE THAT is how you do a clothesline! JBL ain’t got NOTHING on Brickston! Brickston makes the cover! Earl Hebner counts. Vitamin X counts along. 1... 2... 2 ½ 2.999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (54:24) *BZZZZZZZZZT* COLE And Brickston takes back the lead! JESSE Like that’s surprising!? Brickston nods his head, an evil smile on his face. He is on his knees, breathing hard, while Vitamin X applauds Brickston from the outside. The crowd boos loudly. Tha Puerto Rican holds his face in pain. COLE Brickston with a crucial pinfall in the final minutes of the match! JESSE It’s just a matter of time, Cole! BUFFER The winner of the fall…BRICKKKKKSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 9 Tha Puerto Rican: 8 Time remaining: 5:32 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE Brickston takes back the lead with almost 5 minutes left to go in this Iron Man Match! He leads now 9-8! JESSE He is on the cusp of his first ever World Championship reign, Michael Cole! I can feel it! Can you? COLE Well-- JESSE Of course you can’t, because you never believed in him! COLE I-- JESSE SAVE IT, MICHAEL! It’s too late to go back now! Too late to apologize! It’s too late! Brickston asks Vitamin X what he should do now. X says to keep on attacking P.R. Brickston nods his head and gives his manager a cheesy thumbs up. VX responds with a cheesy thumbs up of his own. Brickston starts choking PRL! Earl Hebner orders Brickston to let go at the count of 5. He lets go at 4. Brickston grins evilly at the referee, as does Vitamin X. Brickston chuckles at PRL in pain. He picks PRL up. He then walks behind PRL. Brickston charges forward, jumps up, and gives PRL the Throwback! COLE The Throwback on PRL! An impressive move from a man Brickston’s size, able to leap OVER Tha Puerto Rican like that! JESSE He does all that and MORE, Cole! Brickston looks at the clock and sees that there is 5:12 left on the clock. Brickston picks Tha Puerto Rican up…and gets punched in the stomach! He gets punched in the stomach again! And again! And again! And again! PRL gives him an European Uppercut with 5:05 remaining on the clock. He then punches Brickston in the face several times! 5:00 Tha Puerto Rican scoops Brickston up, and slams him down onto the mat! This causes the crowd to cheer loudly, since they know what is coming up next. COLE Uh-oh! He could be going for it! We are getting closer and closer to the end, and PRL is going to go high risk now! JESSE Oh no. Tha Puerto Rican taunts Brickston and Vitamin X, and then exits the ring. P.R. climbs the top rope. COLE PRL going with what brought him to the dance! His incredible high-flying abilities! Tha Puerto Rican removes his left elbow pad and then throws it into the crowd. P.R. is hunched over on the top rope. He then stands up tall on the top turnbuckle. PRL looks down at Brickston, looks at Vitamin X, and then looks at the crowd. He nods with a smile on his face…and then leaps off of the top rope, doing the “Up yours!” hand gesture in mid-air, and then drives his left elbow into Brickston’s body to the delight of the crowd! COLE And he hits it! The People’s Elbow Drop on Brickston! Tha Puerto Rican pumps his fists in a premature victory celebration, and then covers Brickston, hooking his left leg. Earl Hebner counts, with the crowd counting along and PRL nodding his head with each slap to the mat. Vitamin X shakes his head. COLE Could this tie it up? 1! 2! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (55:54) *BZZZZZZZZZT* COLE And it does! “YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Tha Puerto Rican pumps his fists again! Vitamin X slaps the mat in frustration. COLE Tha Puerto Rican somehow, someway pulls out a fall with under 5 minutes left in this match! His OAOAST World Heavyweight Title hanging in the balance! JESSE I cannot explain how he is able to do this! I really can’t! BUFFER The winner of the fall…THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! “YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 9 Tha Puerto Rican: 9 Time remaining: 4:04 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE We are tied at 9 a piece and it is looking more and more likely that we are heading into Sudden Death! JESSE 4 minutes left! COME ON BRICKSTON! BREAK THE TIE! NOW! NOT LATER! NOW! Gitty over tying, PRL stands up and taunts Brickston! 4:00 Tha Puerto Rican kicks Brickston with his shaky leg kicks. Suddenly, Vitamin X gets onto the ring apron. Earl Hebner orders VX to get off of the ring apron. As The X-Man and The Ref Man (Groan) are arguing, Brickston hits Tha Puerto Rican squared in the crotch! “OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE Hey! Wait a minute! Brickston is cheating behind the ref’s back! JESSE You act so shocked by this! PRL grabs his crotch and hobbles in pain in the ring. Brickston is on his knees, but he stands up to watch PRL hobble around the ring holding his junk. Meanwhile, Vitamin X hops off of the ring apron with the referee none the wiser. JESSE Grade A cheating from Brickston and Vitamin X with four minutes left in the match! Brickston grabs PRL and rolls him up in an inside cradle! Earl Hebner counts along with Vitamin X! ONE! TWO! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!! (56:27) *BZZZZZZZZZT* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Brickston screams out in joy! As does Vitamin X! PRL is still holding his special area in pain. Vitamin X holds up three fingers to symbolize that there are a little over 3 minutes left in the match. COLE And Brickston once again takes control of the match with just under 4 minutes to go in the Iron Man Match! JESSE I told you that he was going to do it! That he was going to win! But did you believe me!? Nooooooooooooooooo! Well now you, and everybody else, better learn to love the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion Brickston, because that is exactly what you are going to get in just under 4 minutes! BUFFER The winner of the fall…BRICKKKKKSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 10 Tha Puerto Rican: 9 Time remaining: 3:33 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE 3:33 left in the Iron Man Match with Brickston leading by one! JESSE It’s all over, Cole! How will PRL be able to come back with less than 4 minutes left! He can’t! COLE He’s been fighting for over 50 minutes, Jesse! I don’t expect him to stop now! JESSE I do. He’s tired. He’ll give up. It’s what he always does. Brickston punches PRL in the face several times. He then picks Puerto Rican up. Brickston continues punching Tha Puerto Rican in the face, taking him into the ropes. Brickston then grabs Puerto Rican by his right hand, and then gives him an Irish whip into the ropes. Tha Puerto Rican bounces off of the ropes. Brickston goes for another MASSIVE clothesline. Tha Puerto Rican ducks the MASSIVE clothesline, rushes forward, bounces off of the ropes, rushes forward, ducks another attempt at the MASSIVE clothesline from Brickston, rushes towards the ropes, bounces off of the ropes, ducks yet another MASSIVE clothesline attempt from Brickston, rushes forward, bounces off of the ropes, charges forward, and nails Brickston with a flying forearm which knocks Brickston down to the mat! Tha Puerto Rican KIPS UP~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Tha Puerto Rican bounces up and down, getting the crowd fired up! Vitamin X is dreading what’s going to happen next! Brickston lies on the mat, holding his face in pain. COLE Tha Puerto Rican has got his second wind! He is feeling the energy now! JESSE Oh no! Tha Puerto Rican heads to a turnbuckle corner. He points to Brickston…and then starts stomping his right foot ala Shawn Michaels. The crowd cheers loudly. PRL stomps his foot with the crowd clapping in unison. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. COLE Tha Puerto Rican ‘tuning up the band’! Getting ready to deliver some Sweet Chin Music with less than 3 minutes remaining in this match! 3:00 Tha Puerto Rican continues stomping his right foot. Brickston slowly gets to his side. COLE Can PRL tie it up!? Again!? JESSE No! No! No! He can’t! Tha Puerto Rican motions for Brickston to get up! Brickston, sweating, breathing hard, and in pain, is on his side. He soon gets to his hands and knees. COLE 2:50 left in this Iron Man Match, and yet PRL still has a lot of energy left in him! Brickston takes a deep breath, and then gets to his right knee. He takes a few seconds to slowly rise up to a vertical base. The crowd is anxiously awaiting the Sweet Chin Music. Vitamin X is desperately trying to warn Brickston of what’s behind him! PRL has a smile on his face a mile wide as he continues stomping his right foot. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. COLE 2:45 left, PRL looking to tie it! JESSE LOOK OUT BRICKSTON! BEHIND YOU! BEHIND YOU! Brickston slowly gets up. Brickston stands up straight. He takes a deep breath, wipes his forehead, and then turns around, tired, in pain, breathing hard, sweating, and groggy. Tha Puerto Rican sees this and charges forward. A hush silence falls over the crowd. VITAMIN X LOOK OUT! Except for Vitamin X, who tries in vain to get Brickston to notice the Sweet Chin Music coming his way, but… *KA-POW~!!!* …it’s too late. “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE Sweet Chin Music! The Sweet Chin Music connects! Tha Puerto Rican is looking to tie it up right here! JESSE I don’t believe it! Vitamin X is freaking out on the outside! Tha Puerto Rican covers Brickston, hooking his right leg. Earl Hebner counts, along with the crowd. PRL nods his head along with each slap to the mat. Brickston holds his jaw in pain. 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (57:38) *BZZZZZZZZZT* The crowd cheers loudly! PRL mouths, “Yes.” Vitamin X freaks out on the outside. COLE Tha Puerto Rican ties it up, thereby making it 10 falls EACH for both men! I have NEVER seen that before in an Iron Man Match! JESSE Just another example of the One And Only AngleSault Thread doing things you ain’t never seen before! BUFFER The winner of the fall…THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 10 Tha Puerto Rican: 10 Time remaining: 2:19 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE 2:19 to go in the Iron Man Match, and it is TIED at 10 a piece! PRL quickly picks up Brickston. He punches him in the face several times. Brickston scratches PRL in the eyes! PRL stumbles. Brickston then grabs Puerto and gives him a vertical suplex! Brickston covers Tha Puerto Rican. Vitamin X holds onto Tha Puerto Rican’s legs while Earl Hebner makes the count! COLE Hey ref! Hey ref! ONE! TWO! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (57:57) *BZZZZZZZZZT* The crowd boos loudly! Brickston screams! Vitamin X already starts celebrating on the outside! COLE Vitamin X helps Brickston take the lead again! JESSE It’s going to happen, Michael! Brickston is walking out of here the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion! COLE If he can hold on for the next 2 minutes, he will! JESSE He wil! I can feel it! PRL sits up, PISSED OFF! BUFFER The winner of the fall…BRICKKKKKSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 11 Tha Puerto Rican: 10 Time remaining: 2:03 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE Brickston is up by one as we head into the 2 minute warning! 2:00 PRL stands up and sees Vitamin X already celebrating. So he power walks over to where Vitamin X is and grabs him by his head, lifting him up onto the ring apron! The crowd cheers loudly! JESSE P.R.! What are you doing!? PRL yells at a terrified Vitamin X…and then punches him in the face, knocking him off of the ring apron and onto the floor! Vitamin X is kissing the protective mats! COLE Tha Puerto Rican has taken Vitamin X out of the Iron Man Match! JESSE Why did he do that for!? He was just on the outside being a manager! COLE And interfering, like in that last fall! JESSE Oh, that was once in a while, not the whole match! COLE You’ve…got a point. But still…it’s the principle of the thing. JESSE Yeah, right. Hater. PRL jaw jacks with the unconscious Vitamin X some more. He flips him off. Tha Puerto Rican then turns around…just in time to duck a clothesline (but not MASSIVE clothesline) attempt by Brickston. As a result, Brickston bounces off of the ropes. He charges forward… …right into a SPINNNNNNNEEEEEEEEBUSTAH~!!! from Tha Puerto Rican! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” JESSE AAH! COLE Spinebuster! Are we about to see it!? Are we about to tie this thing up again!? PRL pops back up and jaw jacks Brickston. With Brickston lying in the center of the ring, Tha Puerto Rican sees no better time than now to…kick Brickston’s right arm onto his chest. COLE We are about to see it! JESSE Oh no! Tha Puerto Rican removes his right elbow pad and then throws it into the crowd. P.R. then does some weird hand signals, and then bounces off of the ropes, leaps over Brickston, and then bounces off of the opposite ropes. COLE It is now time for the most electrifying move in professional wrestling: The Puerto Rico Elbow! Tha Puerto Rican charges forward, stops, does a “muscular” pose, and then drops The Puerto Rico Elbow onto Brickston! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE That’s how he won the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title! Is this how he will tie it up!? Again!? Tha Puerto Rican covers Brickston, hooking his left leg. Earl Hebner counts, along with the crowd. Vitamin X is still knocked out on the outside. 1... 2... 2 ½ 2.9999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (58:25) *BZZZZZZZZZT* COLE We are tied! AGAIN! JESSE NO! BRICKSTON LET THE LEAD SLIP FROM HIM! PRL sneers at Brickston as he gets off of him! PRL jaw jacks to him! COLE It’s tied up! It’s tied up! JESSE AW! BUFFER The winner of the fall…THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 11 Tha Puerto Rican: 11 Time remaining: 1:30 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE 90 seconds remain in this Iron Man Match! And we are tied! JESSE Come on Brickston! Break the tie! You’ve still got 90 seconds left! PRL stands up and beats on Brickston some more! He picks Brickston up and whips him into the ropes. He follows with a hurricarana that sends Brickston onto the mat! PRL hooks the legs! Earl Hebner counts. 1... 2... KICK OUT!!! JESSE There’s still life in Brickston! He is still in this match! As long as he is breathing, he is in this match! PRL slaps the mat in frustration! PRL looks at the clock and sees that there is 1:11 left in the match! PRL stands up. He throws a “Killa B” to his fans. COLE 1 minute and 10 seconds is all that is left in this Iron Man Match! Suddenly, Brickston surprises PRL by grabbing him and shoving him onto the mat! Brickston then stands up. He grabs Tha Puerto Rican’s right leg with his left hand, and then grabs Tha Puerto Rican’s right foot with his right hand. Brickston then begins twisting the ankle as Tha Puerto Rican cries out in pain! COLE Anklelock! Anklelock on Tha Puerto Rican with 1:05 left to go in this Iron Man Match! JESSE PRL IS GOING TO TAP OUT! PRL IS GOING TO GIVE UP! WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! I TOLD YA SO, MICHAEL COLE! Tha Puerto Rican screams out in pain as the seconds tick away! 1:04, 1:03, 1:02, 1:01 1:00 Brickston still has the Anklelock applied on Tha Puerto Rican and he is refusing to let go! Earl Hebner asks Tha Puerto Rican if he gives up! Tha Puerto Rican shakes his head “NO!” Brickston has PRL trapped in the center of the ring! The crowd is going nuts! :59 :58 :57 :56 :55 COLE 54 seconds remaining! If Tha Puerto Rican taps out, then I think there is no question that Brickston becomes OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion tonight at AngleSlam! JESSE HE WILL TAP, COLE! THA PUERTO RICAN IS IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! HE’LL HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO TAP! :54 :53 :52 :51 :50 JESSE He won’t last the next 50 seconds! I just know he won’t! Brickston still retains the Anklelock on Tha Puerto Rican! PRL desperately tries to reach the ropes, but is unable to! PRL is pulling out his hair, gritting his teeth, doing anything he can to block out the pain! COLE The pain must be unbearable! If Tha Puerto Rican can survive the next 45 seconds than he can go to Sudden Death against Brickston! JESSE HE CAN’T LAST ANOTHER SECOND! HE’S DONE FOR! :49 :48 :47 EARL HEBNER DO YOU GIVE UP!? THA PUERTO RICAN NO! :46 :45 BRICKSTON QUIT! :44 COLE Is the dream over!? Does the dream continue!? JESSE NO! NO! NO! IT’S OVER! :43 :42 Brickston twists the ankle as far as he can! PRL screams out in pain! PRL tries crawling to the ropes, but his efforts are in vain! Brickston has a tight grip on Tha Puerto Rican’s right ankle! “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” “P.R.!” :41 :40 :39 :38 Tha Puerto Rican keeps trying to escape the Anklelock, but is unable to! :37 :36 COLE 35 seconds, and PRL STILL hasn’t tapped out yet! JESSE HE WILL, COLE! HE WILL! :35 :34 :33 Tha Puerto Rican crawls, but Brickston pulls him back into the center of the ring! PRL fights and fights and fights, but is unable to reach the ropes! Earl Hebner checks on him. Tha Puerto Rican refuses to quit and give Brickston the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship though! :32 :31 :30 COLE Brickston has Tha Puerto Rican caught in the dead center of the ring! JESSE HE’S GOT HIM! HE’S GOT HIM! AND HE WON’T LET GO UNTIL THA PUERTO RICAN QUITS OR HE HEARS THE SNAPPING OF HIS RIGHT ANKLE! COLE We may hear one of those two in 30 seconds, Jess! The crowd is anxious. Hoping PRL will not tap out! :29 :28 :27 :26 :25 Earl Hebner again asks PRL if he gives up! Tha Puerto Rican shakes his head. The camera does a close-up of Tha Puerto Rican’s face, writhing in pain! The camera does a close-up of Brickston, a look of RAGE~! on his face, absolutely determined to see PRL tap out in the next 25 seconds! COLE Brickston doesn’t want to wait until Sudden Death! He wants the win right here and right now! JESSE AND HE’S GONNA GET IT, COLE! HE WILL! :24 :23 :22 JESSE IT’S OVER! :21 :20 COLE 20 seconds to go, and Tha Puerto Rican STILL hasn’t tapped out! He has been in that DEADLY Anklelock for over a minute now! JESSE HE’LL TAP OUT! HE WILL! :19 :18 :17 :16 PRL continues shaking his head no! The crowd is going nuts! PRL screams out in pain! :15 JESSE 15 SECONDS UNTIL THE END OF THA PUERTO RICAN’S WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP REIGN! :14 :13 Tha Puerto Rican screams the loudest that he has ever screamed in his entire life! :12 :11 COLE Here we go! 10 seconds left! :10 Tha Puerto Rican starts moving further, his teeth clenched. Brickston also has his teeth clenched, applying the Anklelock on PRL! Earl Hebner checks on Tha Puerto Rican. The crowd counts the time left. :09 Tha Puerto Rican pushes forward. :08 Tha Puerto Rican pushes forward. :07 Tha Puerto Rican pushes Brickston off of his right ankle, BREAKING THE ANKLELOCK! :06 Brickston is sent into the ropes. :05 Brickston is bounced off of the ropes, where he is then grabbed from behind by Tha Puerto Rican and rolled up! The crowd cheers! :04 Earl Hebner gets into position. :03 1! :02 2! :01 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :00 *BZZZZZZZZZT* *DING DING DING* (60:00) “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COLE THA PUERTO RICAN GOT THE PIN FALL! THA PUERTO RICAN WINS THE MATCH! THA PUERTO RICAN IS STILL OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! Tha Puerto Rican lets go of the roll up and lies on the mat, completely exhausted! Brickston quickly sits up, startled! He has a shocked look on his face as the bell rings! JESSE He got the pin!? Did he really get the pin!? COLE Yes! With one second remaining, PRL got the pin, breaking the tie, and preventing Sudden Death! Tha Puerto Rican has won the Iron Man Match! JESSE Oh rats! Brickston yells at the referee, who tells him that PRL got the pin before time expired. Brickston argues this point with the referee! But the referee’s decision still stands! BUFFER The winner of the fall…THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! Therefore, Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the Iron Man Match…and STILL One And Only AngleSault Thread Heavyweight Champion of the Wooooooorrrrrlllllllllldddddddddddddddddddddddd! The one, the only, the P.R. Menace, THA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! “YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Score Brickston: 11 Tha Puerto Rican: 12 Time remaining: 0:00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brickston can’t stand this and picks Tha Puerto Rican up! With a look of RAGE on his face, Brickston scoops the exhausted Puerto Rican onto his shoulders! COLE Hey! Wait a minute! Not now! The match is over! The crowd is pleading with him not to, but Brickston pays no mind to them, throwing PRL off of his shoulders and drilling him onto the mat with the KILLSWITCH~!!! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” COLE Killswitch! Damnit! The match is over! PRL won! What a sore loser Brickston is being! JESSE He was ONE SECOND AWAY from becoming OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion! I’d be pissed off too! COLE Well, PRL won fair and square. SO he has nothing to complain about! Tha Puerto Rican proved tonight that HE, not Brickston, was the better athlete! JESSE ON THIS ONE NIGHT, COLE! Remember that for next time! And there WILL be a next time! Trust me on that one! Brickston stands up and looks down at the fallen PRL. He sneers at his former teacher and mentor. Brickston lets out a mighty roar and poses to LOUD boos from the fans! COLE Brickston, upset over losing the Iron Man Match, has taken his frustration out on the Champion in a big way! JESSE He sure did! That was a message to Tha Puerto Rican. The message was: ‘I ain’t going nowhere, and I am STILL gunning after your OAOAST World Heavyweight Title! So deal with it, pink boy!’ “BRICK-STON SUCKS!” “BRICK-STON SUCKS!” “BRICK-STON SUCKS!” “BRICK-STON SUCKS!” Brickston ignores the chants, completely “In The Zone” so to speak. He lunges after Earl Hebner, and the referee quickly exits the ring. Tha Puerto Rican is still flat on his back, not moving a muscle, his eyes closed, breathing hard. Brickston paces back and forth in the ring. He then snorts, cracks his knuckles, screams, yells, growls, and then exits the ring. Brickston goes to where Vitamin X is lying after being attacked by Tha Puerto Rican and picks him up. Vitamin X is still a little woozy and can barely stand. His eyes are glazed over. Brickston scoops Vitamin X onto his right shoulder and then walks with him back to the entrance, the crowd showering the two with boos along the way. COLE Well, Brickston and Vitamin X are leaving now, thank God! JESSE I feel so bad for Brickston! He HAD it! But Tha Puerto Rican got lucky and won again! COLE Tha Puerto Rican was able to use all of the energy that he had left for one last move and it worked to perfection. Because of that rollup, it is HE, NOT Brickston, that is leaving the Alamodome the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion! Hey, I give Brickston all of the credit in the world. He put up one HELL of a fight and came awfully close to winning the match. But it was not to be! Tonight was Tha Puerto Rican’s night at AngleSlam! JESSE Geeze, rub it in, why don’t’cha? Brickston has a crazed look in his eyes as he carries Vitamin X to the entrance. He pushes the saloon doors and then power walks through the curtains, with Vitamin X in tow. The crowd boos loudly. A small “BRICK-STON SUCKS!” chant starts again. COLE Brickston, seconds away from becoming OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion? JESSE Yes, he was. COLE We may never know. JESSE We do know. He was. COLE Stop. Please! JESSE …No. COLE (Sighs) “Know Your Role 2000” starts playing. Earl Hebner grabs the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt from the timekeeper and hands it over to Tha Puerto Rican. Since Tha Puerto Rican is still flat on his back exhausted, the referee just drops the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt onto the chest of the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion. P.R. thanks him for this. He even gives the referee a cheesy thumbs up. Earl Hebner raises Tha Puerto Rican’s right hand in victory. The crowd cheers loudly. PRL has a smile on his face. COLE And there he is, STILL the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion after that BRUTAL, EXHAUSTING, HELLACIOUS Iron Man Match! Tha Puerto Rican wrestled for 60 minutes straight tonight and proved to the world how much guts and determination he really has! Tha Puerto Rican wins the Iron Man Match by a score of 12-11! JESSE Are you done? COLE Yes. JESSE Good. Tha Puerto Rican raises the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt into the air while still flat on his back. He smiles as he does this. The crowd cheers loudly. Earl Hebner has left the ring, meaning that Tha Puerto Rican is the only man left in the ring. COLE After an incredible 60-minutes of non-stop action, Tha Puerto Rican stands, or well, lies down, STILL YOUR OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion! JESSE I think I am going to puke! COLE But not before we see the ending one more time! JESSE UGH! The OAOAST AngleSlam 2008 logo flashes across the screen. Cut to the ending with Brickston applying the Anklelock on Tha Puerto Rican with 20 seconds left on the clock. COLE Brickston had Tha Puerto Rican in the Anklelock for over a minute! PRL must have felt the most pain he had ever felt in his life! But still, somehow, someway, he pulled through, BREAKING the Anklelock hold, sending Brickston into the ropes where he proceeded to roll him up and get the 1, 2, 3, just as the 60-minute time limit expired! What an incredible ending to an INCREDIBLE match! The OAOAST AngleSlam 2008 logo flashes across the screen again. Tha Puerto Rican is starting to move in the ring. JESSE Brickston had it! HE HAD IT! COLE He almost did, but PRL, at the last second, pulled through to retain HIS Title! JESSE What a sad day in Brickston’s career! COLE But a great day in Tha Puerto Rican’s career! Tonight, he proved all of the naysayers wrong! He showed the world just WHY he is the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion! Tha Puerto Rican overcame the biggest obstacle in his OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship reign so far and can add this match to his growing list of successful OAOAST World Heavyweight Title defenses! What a night for Tha Puerto Rican! JESSE Somebody get me a Tylenol. COLE Nah. JESSE Bah! COLE HA! HA! JESSE As PRL continues to struggle to his feet, “Know Your Role 2000“ gets interrupted as The Wall by Kansas hits. COLE What is this? Alfdogg walks through the curtains, urging Josie Baker out with him, and holding his golden ticket. COLE Alfdogg making his way to the ring, but why? JESSE Ohhh, I'm starting to like this, Cole! COLE And why is Josie Baker with him? Alf and Josie step into the ring, and Alf explains everything to Josie. JESSE Alf said that people were going to start taking notice of the Deadly Alliance again, and I think this is where it starts! Alf signs his ticket and hands it to Josie, who then gathers the referee and Michael Buffer together. COLE ...does this mean what I think it does??? The huddle breaks, and Michael Buffer raises his mic up. BUFFER LLLLLLLLLLLLLadies and gentlemen...the following contest, is for the OAOAST Heavyweight championship of the WORLD! JESSE YES! *DING DING DING* COLE I can't believe this! Alf using his favor from Josie, and this is an official match! Alf comes up from behind PRL, and hooks him in a cobra clutch, then snaps forward, executing the COBRA CLUTCH FACEBUSTER~!!! Alf covers... COLE Here's the cover... 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* JESSE YYYYYYYYYYYYES YES YES YES MOTHERFUCKING YES!!!!! COLE Alfdogg is the World champion! I don't believe this! The referee hands Alf the belt, and raises his hand. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen! The winner...and NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW OAOAST Heavyweight champion of the WORRRRRRRRRRRRRRLD...ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLFFFFFFFFFDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OGG!!!!! COLE What a shocker! Alfdogg, who came up short against Landon Maddix just ten days ago in the MITB semi-final, cashes in his favor, and now he's the OAOAST World champion for the third time! What must Landon be thinking right now? Alf celebrates with the belt on the ropes, but Josie calls over the referee. COLE Now what's going on? Josie explains something to the referee, then the camera pans down to the still out of it PRL, whose leg is lying under the bottom rope. COLE Hey wait a minute, this match may not be over, Jess! JESSE What do you mean it's not over? Alf just pinned PRL, he's the World champion! The referee explains the situation to Michael Buffer. COLE Wait a minute, let's hear this! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. The referee has just informed me that Tha Puerto Rican's foot was UNDERNEATH THE ROPE during the three-count! The crowd cheers, as Alf, still with the belt on his shoulder, puts his hands on his head. BUFFER After consultation with our referee as well as OAOAST President Josie Baker, it has been ruled, that this match MUST CONTINUE~! COLE ALL RIGHT~! JESSE Wait, no, that's not fair! Alf pinned PRL, fair and square! He should be the champion! The referee tries to grab the belt from Alf, but Alf shoves him to the ground! Alf then flips the belt off of his shoulder and sizes up PRL...then takes a swing... ...but PRL ducks, gives him a kick to the gut, then delivers the P.R. NIGHTMARE ONTO THE TITLE BELT~!!!!!11111 COLE The P.R. Nightmare out of nowhere! Right onto the belt! JESSE This isn't happening! PRL covers, as the referee slides over... 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* JESSE NNNNNNNNNNNNO NO NO NO MOTHERFUCKING NO!!!!! BUFFER The winner...and STILL OAOAST Heavyweight championship of the WORRRRRRRRRRRRLD...THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA PUERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! JESSE :angry: :angry: COLE And PRL retains after all! A one hour title match, followed by an impromptu match against a three-time World champion, and PRL still walks out with the gold! Tha Puerto Rican continues living out his dream for another day! PRL rolls to the outside with the belt, as Know Your Role 2000 plays. He backs up the aisle, raising the belt, as Alf comes to and rolls to his stomach, staring him down in the aisle. COLE And I'll tell you what, Alf may not have won the title with that trick, but one thing's for sure...he said that tonight he would start making people notice the Deadly Alliance...and I guarantee you that the champ has taken notice after this! But Tha Puerto Rican has reason to celebrate! He has wrestled two matches in a span of 65 minutes! Tonight, Tha Puerto Rican PROVED that he DESERVES to be One And Only AngleSault Thread World Heavyweight Champion! Tha Puerto Rican stands at the entrance and raises the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship belt over his head while smiling. The crowd cheers loudly as “Know Your Role 2000” continues playing over the P.A. system. This is the last image that we see before we fade to black. FADE TO BLACK Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ed Wood Caulfield 0 Report post Posted September 8, 2008 AngleSlam 2008 A OAOAST Entertainment Production DIRECTED BY Tony149 WRITTEN BY Alfdogg King Cucaracha Tony149 Dr. Zoidberg Patty O'Green Zack Malibu Ed Wood Caulfield GRAPHICS Patty O'Green OAOAST CREATED BY cobainwasmurdered Tony149 Anglesault © 2008 OAOAST Entertainment All Rights Reserved. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
