Chanel #99 Posted September 13, 2016 Report Share Posted September 13, 2016 OAOAST HeldDOWN~! That blasted song by Lucy Woodward plays as we see the same damn video that we’ve seen for over a year. Now we go to the arena. The opening pyro does not go off, as it malfunctioned earlier killing a production assistant, and to set it off again would be a violation of state regulatory standards. Anyway the camera pans the arena but it’s out of focus so every things looks like it’s being seen through the eyes of Mr.Magoo. We’re given a crystal clear shot of the three ugliest men in wrestling, Triple C. COLE HeldDOWN is live and on the air coming to your home from Chicago, Illinois! I’m Michael Cole flanked by the Coach and Caboose! CABOOSE Cole, the Great Angle Bash is this Sunday live on pay per view but tonight we have a PPV quality match for our mainevent as the Thrillogy squares off against Crystal, Sly Sommers and Northstar. COACH But right now we kick it off with uh...I don't know! Cue: ‘Man in the Box’ by Alice in Chains Everyone in the area rises to their feet and cheers as ‘The Phenomenal One’ makes his way through the curtain and onto the entrance ramp. He pauses at the top of the ramp to soak in the adulation of the crowd as Michael Buffer announces his name. BUFFER Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome a true superstar in the OAOAST, the man who held the X Division Championship for over six months, The Phenomenal One... A. J. FLAIIIREEEEEEEE!! COLE AJ Flaire participating in his very first Pay Per View Main Event this Sunday, and he told me earlier today that he couldn’t wait for the opportunity. COACH Why is he out here now then Michael? I know he was scheduled to be out here, but we haven’t actually been told why. CABOOSE Well clearly he’s going to forfeit his spot in the Main Event guys; he can’t possibly be one hundred percent. Why do you think he hasn’t wrestled in over four weeks? COLE That’s a very good point Caboose, AJ Flaire with that injured back that was damaged even further at School’s Out last month when he lost his coveted X Division Championship to Rick Edwards. AJ walks gingerly down the ramp, slapping a few hands on the way, before walking up the ring steps and stepping into the ring, and grabbing the microphone off Michael Buffer and making a motion for his music to be cut. COACH Well, it looks like we are about to find out why The Phenomenal One is out here. AJ takes a deep breath, before soaking in the fans adulation as they continue to chant ‘A-J! A-J!’ AJ Well, here I am. This is the first time I have been out to this ring to address you fans about my situation. You’ve all heard it on the dirt sheets; it’s made the rounds all over the internet. I’ve read all the rumors, and I’ve seen all the headlines. “AJ Flaire to retire before The Great Angle Bashâ€. “AJ Flaire to have back surgeryâ€. “AJ Flaire has been advised not to wrestle in his first Pay Per View Main Eventâ€. CABOOSE See! I told you! He’s going to pull out! COLE What a huge blow to his team this would be. AJ Well I can be the first to tell you tonight, the truth. The truth is, I have been told time and time again that my back needs surgery. I have been told time and time again that I should retire from active competition. I have even been told that every time I step into this ring, I am risking permanent paralysis. COACH Wow, so it is true. AJ And I want to be the first person to come out here and tell you people the truth about my status in War Games this Sunday. The truth is… that I don’t give a fuck about what any doctor tells me! The crowd pops HUGE, and the ‘A-J! A-J!’ chant starts up loudly again. AJ I am SICK of doctors, and nurses, and specialists, and family, and friends, and EVERRY FUCKING PERSON I MEET TELLING ME WHAT TO DO. I do this (points to ground) until I die. I wrestle until I am unable to wrestle. If that means I eventually can’t walk, so be it. I do this for each and every one of you, and I hate to get all soppy and shit, but you people are the reason that I don’t care if I can’t walk. Because as long as I have a breath in my body, as long as I am able to step into this ring. As long as I am able to entertain you people… I will still be out here giving it my all. CABOOSE Stupid, stupid, stupid. COLE I hate to agree with you Caboose, but this may not be the greatest move by AJ Flaire. AJ So this Sunday, at The Great Angle Bash, I will be in my first ever Pay Per View Main Event. I will give it my best shot. And Thrillogy, you’d better believe that I’m coming to beat your asses down, and PROVE that I am able to hang with the big boys. Now that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is Fucking Phenomenal. Cue: ‘Man in the Box’ by Alice in Chains COACH Well it may not be a smart move, but you can’t help but admire the guts and determination of AJ Flaire, the longest reigning X Division Champion in history. COLE I agree Coach, AJ is determined to make a name for himself as a Main Event player this Sunday, even if it means that he risks his very life in this ring. CABOOSE I reiterate stupid stupid stupid. AJ climbs out of the ring and starts to walk back up the ramp, slapping hands on the way back up, before posing at the top of the ramp to a great crowd reaction. He then goes through the curtain, as his music keeps blaring. COLE What else can happen on HeldDown? We are three days away from Bash time! CABOOSE I know what can happen on HeldDOWN, backstage skits. (Earlier this week) (We open on a scene of a hospital room where Rick Edwards is sitting next to Judas’ bed.) RICK I’m sorry about last week man. I didn’t want you getting caught up in all this mess. JUDAS I got myself caught up in this mess and for a good reason. RICK What do you mean? JUDAS What I was trying to tell you last week before your new bodyguard tried to kill me was that Leah is my friend. RICK What the hell? You mean I have you to blame for this? JUDAS Wait! Hear me out. She’s my friend and when I heard you were the one coming to strong arm her into dropping her lawsuit I told her not to go easy on you. She really did have a crush on you and she really cares. I might have fanned the flame just a little bit on this crush of hers, but you needed someone to give you a wakeup call. RICK I don’t need a wakeup call. I already had a wakeup call and look where it got me. JUDAS A bitter man who whines too much? RICK No, it got me to the X-Division Title and that’s more than I had before. JUDAS But you still aren’t happy. RICK Happiness is overrated. I’ve got what I need right now and I’m making it just fine. JUDAS Ha! When are you going to open your eyes? You’re being used and you know it. The Boss and J. Arthur have made you their puppet. You say you changed to separate yourself from Father, but you’ve found yourself right back under the control of someone else. RICK You’re wrong…I…no that’s not how it is at all. *J. Arthur Edwards walks in* JUDAS What the hell is he doing here? J. ARTHUR Hey buddy don’t forget who helped you beat Father back in January! You owe me… JUDAS I don’t owe you shi… RICK Both of you just drop it. J. ARTHUR Where’s Cain? RICK I told him to wait in the car. He doesn’t need to be here. He’s the one that broke Judas’ ribs in the first place! *A nurse walks in and sees everyone standing around.* NURSE Wow…who are you friends? JUDAS I hate him *points at JAE* and I sometimes can stand him *points at Rick* so I wouldn’t say friends. *The nurse turns to look at them.* NURSE Rick! RICK Do I know you? NURSE I was the nurse who helped you when you were in the hospital with a broken leg remember? You hit on me a few times. RICK Oh yeah…Judy right? NURSE Yeah. You know I thought about you the other day. Some girl came in here asking about your stay here. RICK Oh great. I wonder who that was. *Rolls his eyes* NURSE Yeah she was a little odd and she took one of our guestbooks. RICK She did what? NURSE She… *BEEEEEEEEEEEP* J. ARTHUR Oh my God he’s flat lining!!! JUDAS What!? I’m fine! *The nurse walks over to the heart monitor and plugs it back in.* NURSE Did you unplug this!? J. ARTHUR No!! Come on Rick we need to go! *Rick looks confused before following JAE out the door.* NURSE What a dumbass. (Fade Out) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted September 13, 2016 Author Report Share Posted September 13, 2016 (Back to the arena) *DING DING DING* BUFFER The following contest is set for one fall... Cue: "Hit me baby one more time" BUFFER Making his way to the ring, from the edge of reason, weighing 360lbs, he is the Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadist! The towering muscle bound monster walks down the ailse to a mixed reaction from the packed out crowd. COLE Look at this physical speciman! COACH Dan Black has his work cut out for him tonight, just like Black T do at the Great Angle Bash. I can see new tag team champions, can't you Caboose? CABOOSE Absolutely not. Sadist and JINGUS are a pair of freaks. Sure, they're big, but they're not WRESTLERS. They're not athletes like Dan and Tony. Sadist climbs into the ring and slaps himself in the face a few times, a wild look in his eyes. Cue: "Quiet" Floods of black smoke engulf the entranceway and a storm of white pyro sparks grows amidst the cloud. At last a final, huge, BANG of pyro, and the Ice Heart, Dan Black, walks through and down to the ring. While Dan may not have the power he once did, he still has the crowd baying for his blood as he smirks behind his shades. BUFFER And, his opponent, from London England, weighing 242lbs, he is one half of the OAOAST tag team champions, the Ice Heart, Dan BLACK! Dan enters the ring and holds up his world tag title belt to the crowd, who don't seem impressed. Black takes off his trench coat and looks Sadist up and down. COLE Here we go, it's Sadist in the short white trunks, Dan in the long black with silver trim. How can Black beat a man who thrives on pain, Caboose? CABOOSE He likes pain, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be knocked out. He’s not invulnerable. Dan and Sadist circle each other, and lock up. Black strains against his larger opponent, but Sadist snaps forward and shoves Dan down to the mat. Black picks himself up with a thoughtful look on his face. Another lock up, and this time Dan doesn’t attempt to match strength and instead rolls around Sadist, applying a hammerlock. Sadist grunts, the pain of this hold not enough to satisfy him, and attempts to reverse. Black is ready however, and counters into a waistlock. Sadist runs to the ropes and Dan bounces off his back, but as Sadist turns and runs, Black brings him down with a drop toe hold and locks on a side headlock on the mat. COACH Dan working over the Sadist with superior technical wrestling, but how long can he keep this up? As if to answer Coach, Sadist simply powers up to one knee. Dan keeps the headlock on, so Sadist lifts him and drops him with a back suplex. Dan’s head and neck hit hard and Sadist covers- ONE! Dan kicks out smartly, and Sadist brings him to his feet. Sadist whips the tag champ into a corner and runs after him, crushing Dan with an avalanche. Sadist allows Black to stagger out of the corner, before lifting him up in a torture rack! Black struggles in the rack, but Sadist just drops to his knees, delivering a brutal backbreaker…and then gets to his feet again and repeats the move! The crowd POPS for Sadist’s destruction of Dan, who rolls out of the ring clutching his back and struggling to stay on his feet. COLE The power of the Sadist is just awesome, Dan’s lucky not to have a broken spine! CABOOSE Sadist is sick, trying to cripple Dan like that. He needs to wrestle like a gentleman. Sadist rolls out of the ring in pursuit of Black, who ducks round a corner and back into the squared circle. Sadist falls for the oldest trick in the book and follows him, allowing Dan to stomp him down as he enters. The crowd hurls abuse at Black as he puts the boots viciously to Sadist, following up with a trio of stiff elbow drops to the back of Sadist’s neck. Dan brings Sadist up and snapmares him over into a sitting position. Black rocks on his heels and sends a hard kick into the shoulder blades of Sadist. Another pair of kicks, and Dan goes for a final blow to the head- but Sadist turns and blocks it with his forearm! Sadist gets to his feet as Dan tries to kick him down again. The monster ignores Dan’s offence and swats Dan down with a lariat. COLE Dan has got to be regretting the fact that T.Bod and JR are barred from ringside. CABOOSE It’s a conspiracy against Black T! Everyone knows they work best as a team. Sadist brings Dan up and grabs him by the arm, drawing him in…and hits a wrist clutch exploder suplex! Black lands on the back of his head again! COLE Oh my god, Dan Black is dead. Cover: ONE! TWO! THREE! -NO, Dan’s foot is on the bottom rope! Sadist growls and brings Dan up and into the middle of the ring, grabbing him by the throat for a chokebomb, but as he lifts Black up, Dan slips out and drags Sadist down into the Heart of Ice! (crippler crossface). Dan wrenches on Sadist’s neck, but Sadist is laughing happily! COLE Black is in big trouble. He’s always been able to make opponents tap out with this hold, but Sadist likes it! Dan adjusts the hold, bringing the arm of the Sadist back over his own shoulder, hooking in the Heart of Ice V2 (Alex Shelley’s Border City Stretch)- but Sadist seems to like this even more! COACH Are those tears of joy in the eyes of the Sadist? Dan releases the hold and gets to his feet, a disgusted look on his face. Sadist uses the ropes to climb up, in contrast looking rather disappointed. Black meets him with a boot to the gut, and attempts a DDT, but Sadist counters into a Northern Lites suplex! ONE! TWO! THREE-no, kickout! Sadist drags Dan into the corner, and climbs to the top rope. COLE Oh no, we saw Sadist crush the larynx of JBL with this diving elbow last week, this could be it for Dan! Sadist jumps off with the big elbow, but Dan rolls aside to BOOS! Sadist grins at the pain in his arm as he rises. Dan meets him with an eye poke and KICK WHAM BLACKOUT (stunner)! ONE! TWO! THREE! No! Kick out! COACH Dan’s throwing everything at this beast and its not enough! He can’t be stopped! Sadist is getting to his feet once more, holding his jaw and smiling. Black hangs on the top rope and runs his hand through his hair, searching for a new game plan. Sadist moves in and Dan CHOPS him hard. Sadist beckons Dan to keep them coming. Another trio of chops that have Sadist throwing back his head in pleasure, and Dan tries to whip him to the ropes. Sadist reverses it however, and Dan has to duck a lariat as he rebounds. Dan dropkicks the knee of Sadist to no effect. Dan tries another chop, but Sadist kicks him in the midsection and gathers him in for what looks like a powerbomb. As he begins to lift Dan up however, the eyes of the Sadist suddenly bulge, and he drops Dan. Black underhooks both arms, and with a huge effort hits Sadist with the Pitch Black! (Angel’s Wings) ONE! TWO! THREE! KICKOUT! DING DING DING BUFFER The winner of the match- Ice Heart, Daaaaan BLACK! COLE There was a low blow there! CABOOSE What? Rubbish, a great win for Dan Black! COACH Let’s see a replay! :: Replay shows Dan giving Sadist a hard lowblow while being set up for the powerbomb :: CABOOSE See, no low blow! COLE I can’t believe Dan stole a win like that! Sadist kicked out just as the referee’s hand hit the mat. In the ring, Black has climbed the turnbuckle and taunts the fans. Behind him, Sadist does the zombie sit up. Dan, alerted by the fans cheers, turns- and gets CHOKESLAMMED off the second rope to the mat! Sadist picks the tag champ up and puts him in a pumphandle position, but suddenly T.Bod is in the ring with a baseball bat that he CRACKS over Sadist! T.Bod tries to drag Dan out of the ring, as, inevitably, JINGUS runs in. Tony tries to slug it out with JINGUS, but the Devilman gains the upperhand and throws T.Bod out of the ring. Dan scurries after him, as Sadist does the sit up again to stand tall with JINGUS. COACH If JR were here, he’d have only one thing to say- BAH GAWD! HOSSES! COLE Dan somehow pulled out the victory, but JINGUS and Sadist are going to be crowned new tag champions at The Great Angle Bash this weekend! CABOOSE Bold predictions from a man who knows jack squat about the subtle nuances of tag team wrestling. Nuances that Black T routinely exploits when they defend their tag titles. COACH Well, we’ll be back in a jiffy! (Go to break) (Return from break) COLE Welcome back to HeldDOWN, fans! We'd like to thank everyone for joining us tonight and remind you that HeldDOWN! is brought to you by Snickers! COACH Crammed with peanuts and caramel, Snickers really satisfies! CABOOSE ...Do I have to do this? COACH You wanna get paid? CABOOSE ...Ugh. *ahem* Hungry? Why wait! Grab a Snickers! The camera zooms in on Caboose, who has a wide, toothy, fake grin on his face, which immediately drops and is replaces with a scowl. CABOOSE I feel so dirty. COACH Now you know what it's like to be me! COLE Speaking of filthy, our own Josh Matthews is in the back with Chris Stevens! Josh, you there! The cameras cut to the backstage area, where Stevens stands next to J. Math, a grin on his face. JOSH Yeah, hey guys! I'm here with Chris Stevens, and Chris, I wanted to get your reaction to your X-Title match last week with Rick Edwards? STEVENS You know, it's like this -- I came up short, but at least I learned something. And that's to never get caught in the Superman's Dead. Stevens chuckles as Josh smiles. STEVENS But seriously, I'm like the Minnesota Timberwolves in the NBA playoffs. CABOOSE The who? COLE Stevens is from Minnesota, from a town called Rochester, home to the Mayo Clinic-- CABOOSE What, you work for Triple A now? Let the man talk. STEVENS See, I'm maybe not the best, but I'm good, I got all the tools, and I know I'll get to the top some day. But right now, I'm just happy to be here. JOSH Well, a lot of people have been impressed with you as of late, with your new attitude and assertiveness. Some are wondering what kind of a role you'll play at the Great Angle Bash this Sunday. STEVENS Well Josh, I don't have a match this Sunday, but I can promise I'll be there, enjoying the-- FAMILIAR VOICE (off camera) UNCLE KEV, WOULD YOU JUST CHILL ALREADY?! STEVENS Huh?! Both Stevens and Matthews look up, startled as Chris Bryte and THE HAND~! enter the picture, inciting boos from the capacity crowd inside the arena. Bryte's talking to someone on his cell phone and carrying a couple of duffle bags over his right shoulder as he approaches Stevens and J.Math. BRYTE (on his cell) You know that loss last week wasn't my fault! I'd have beaten that Rodez guy easily if it wasn't for Panther! YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE! STEVENS Hey, pal, do ya mind?! We're trying to do an int--OOPH! Bryte slings his bags into Stevens' stomach, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to double over in pain. He continues his phone conversation. BRYTE Listen, unc, I don't have time to argue with ya. I've got a very important interview that I'm late for! Ok...? Yeah...ok...Later! Bryte flicks his cell phone shut and folds it up into his pocket. JOSH Chris...Chris Bryte, what are you doing? BRYTE Yeah, sorry about that Josh, but you know how family can be sometimes. JOSH But...this interview... BRYTE Yeah, I know! I know! I'm late, and I apologize! I don't blame you for being upset. After all, you requested to interview me. JOSH Interview you?! BRYTE That's right, and I don't blame you. I mean, as dreary and dismal as this show has been, you people need me! You rely on me to add a little bit of BRYTENESS to your otherwise gloomy night, and believe me, Josh Matthews, I'm honored to oblige! By now, Stevens has gathered himself and begins to stand upright, huffing and puffing while shooting an INTENSE~ glare at Bryte. Bryte looks at Stevens and laughs. BRYTE Who's he? An extra? JOSH Um...actually, Chris... BRYTE (to Stevens) Look here, guy, if you're gonna be standing around here during MY INTERVIEW, at least try to make yourself look presentable! I mean...c'mere! STEVENS What the... Before he can object, Bryte whips out a blue "Chris Bryte" baseball cap and puts it on Stevens' head. He then reaches into his front pocket, pulls out a pair of black shades and puts them on Stevens. Bryte then takes a step back to admire his work. BRYTE Hmmm...yeah! There ya go! That's perfect! (Turns back to Matthews) Now onto MY INTERVIEW! Now last week-- Bryte stops midsentence when Stevens tosses the hat to the ground and snaps the shades in half. Bryte turns and looks at him in disbelief! BRYTE (Gasps) DUDE... STEVENS YOUR INTERVIEW?! YOUR INTERVIEW?! BRYTE "Interview" my foot! Those were $500 shades you just snapped! What the hell is the matter-- Suddenly, Stevens shoves Bryte to the ground, drawing a good-sized pop from the crowd. The Hand steps to Stevens, but is cut off as a host of officials rush onto the scene in an attempt to calm everything down. Bryte pulls himself back to his feet, and is fuming as he eyes Stevens. BRYTE You piece of trash! You have the nerve to put your hands on me?! WHAT THE HELL KINDA EXTRA ARE YOU?!?!?! JOSH Actually, Chris, he's not an extra! BRYTE Damn right he's not, because as of right now, he's fired! JOSH (laughing) FIRED?! BRYTE That's right! This is MY INTERVIEW and I want him thrown outta here right now! GET HIM OUTTA HERE! JOSH Chris, I'm afraid there's been some sort of mix-up. You see, this interview here wasn't scheduled for you...it was scheduled for Chris STEVENS! BRYTE ...Chris Stevens? Who the hell is Chris Stev...(points at Stevens) you mean HIM?! JOSH That's right! BRYTE That's ridiculous! I mean...c'mon! You mean to tell me that you'd rather interview this...STEVENS character instead of me, the Brytest star in all the OAOAST?! JOSH Um...w-w-well-- STEVENS That's exactly what he's saying, so why don't you and your Hand get the hell outta here?! BRYTE Hey, I'm not going a damn place! I'm star, damn it! I'm ten times more important than this Chris Stevens will ever be, and I will not take a back seat just so some jobber can run mouth on TV. STEVENS Hey! You'd better watch who you're calling a jobber! BRYTE Oh yeah?! THE HAND~! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR~! Bryte and The Hand advance on Stevens, only to be held back by the officials. Bryte and Stevens shout obscenities at each other for a moment as officials do everything they can to control both men. Finally, one of the officials steps up and yells... OFFICIAL QUIET!!!!! QUIET!!!!! QUUUUIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEET!!! The commotion dies down as both Bryte and Stevens eye the official. OFFICIAL Enough of this crap! We've got enough going on around here without having to worry about the two of you being at each others' throats! If the two of you got a problem, then why don't you solve it in the ring?! BRYTE You mean you want me to wrestle him? (scoffs) I don't think so! I've got the night off and I am not stepping into the ring tonight...especially not against a nobody like him! STEVENS Aww, what's the matter, Bryte? Scared? BRYTE Of you?! Please! I could beat you any day of the week. STEVENS Then why don't you put your money where your mouth is? BRYTE Y-y-y...(deep breath) FINE! You want me?! You want a match, pal! Oh...you've got it! STEVENS Good! BRYTE Me and you, tonight! And I promise you, that I'm gonna kick your sorry ass! (starts to walk away) STEVENS Yeah...we'll see! BRYTE As a matter of fact... COLE Hey wait a sec-- *CRACK* Bryte brushes by the officials and darts at an unsuspecting Chris Stevens, only to be floored once more by a hard right hand! The crowd pops as Stevens looks down on Bryte, waving him on. As officials attend to Bryte, The Hand creeps up alongside Stevens, rears back and swings... *WHAM* ...BUT STEVENS DUCKS, and The Hand nearly decapitates Josh Matthews with a thunderous right hand. The officials once again step in between the two, with some holding back The Hand while others usher Stevens out of the area. Our focus then shifts to the floor, where Chris Bryte sits, seething in anger as he holds his bottom lip, which appears to be bleeding. BRYTE HIS ASS IS MINE!!!!! Bryte slaps the floor in frustrastion as we cut to... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted September 13, 2016 Author Report Share Posted September 13, 2016 (Cut to Locker Room A, where Sly and Crystal are lacing up their boots. All of a sudden, AJ Flaire barges into the room...) AJ Okay, I'm sorry...but doesn't it tick you guys off just a little that we had to find out who our last man was going into war on Sunday on a WEBSITE?!?! SLY What are you talking about? We've been calling you all week; I got a call from the Board of Directors after the show on Thursday... CRYSTAL So did I... AJ What in the HELL? Why didn't you guys tell me? CRYSTAL We thought they'd call you too. AJ Guess what? They didn't! SLY Sorry, man. AJ Sorry won't cut it. The fact remains that we're going into battle in three days, and not only do we have a fourth teammate who isn't officially in the "team", but our base unit has fallen apart! CRYSTAL (gets up in AJ's face) Hey, don't blame us...you're the one who walked out on us last week! AJ If it weren't for Aunt Flo visiting you and Sly over her having a case of the "whipped flu", that would have never happened! SLY (Gets up) Um...whatever you're trying to accuse at here, you better stop it! I got a lady back at home to keep me satisfied, and I have no clue about her menstural cycle, but I doubt she'll let a little blood get in the way of battle! CRYSTAL Stop blaming your own faults on other things and people! AJ Stop blaming YOUR faults on me! (Northstar walks into the room) NORTHSTAR Hey guys... AJ Yay, the new guy is here... NORTHSTAR What in the hell is YOUR problem? AJ You are...and they are...and damn it, this whole situation is! SLY It wouldn't be a problem if you wouldn't get your head out of your ass! Speaking of that...Northstar, why didn't you return any of my calls about getting together to discuss match strategy for tonight's six-man? NORTHSTAR I was busy prepping myself on War Games with tapes! SLY What? CRYSTAL Hey, at least he's studying up for the match...unlike you! SLY What's that supposed to mean? CRYSTAL Nothing...other than how you've been slacking off lately... SLY Slacking off? Why I oughta... (All four start screaming at each other incoherrantly. But, the screaming ends when their locker room door opens, and CWM walks in, using a cane for balance. An enormous pop is heard from the fans in the arena at the sight this OAOAST legend.) CRYSTAL Um...wow... CWM You four...you need to get your heads out of the sand and stop letting the clown kick you in the ass! This Sunday...you four got the biggest challenge of your lives ahead of you on Sunday night, and NONE of you have your head screwed on right! The Thrillogy is a team. As much as I hate to say it, they're probably the most well-oiled unit in the business today. They have everything going for them: athleticism, power, speed, agility, pure ability...you name it, they have it. You guys have a lot going for you...but you're ruining it with your bickering! SLY But... CWM Shut the hell up, son. If you four want to secure victory in this match, you HAVE to be a cohesive unit. You may not like each other...hell, you may even hate each other, but if I know Zack and Cal like I think I do, they've know every nook and cranny possible in this match, and they're going to pull it out. You have to have someone to rely on to back you up for everything they pull out. (Turns to Sly) CWM Sly...you want this, don't you? (Sly nods) Remember back to when you first came here, when Zack Malibu tried holding you down? Remember when he made sure you couldn't capitalize on any success whatsoever?Remember when he screwed you out of the World Title? Calvin Szechstein...remember when he left you and Colvid high and dry to be apart of this supergroup of morons known as the Thrillogy? Remember when him and Hoff hit Colvid with a car and left him for dead, to the point where he's laid up in a bed for six months and will never be able to wrestle again? Remember the feeling of defeat you felt when you awoke about a month ago after your European Rounds match with him to find that you had succumb to him and his treachery and were NOT able to break free of him? Remember when Hoff laid you out in the center of that ring, causing you to fall in defeat to Calvin? Wrap all of that up, ball it up inside, and release it out on them on Sunday! SLY YEAH! CWM AJ...these are the same guys who made your friend Axel go off into Never-ever Land. They just about murdered him...and no one's seen him since. THEY made him disappear! Have that run through your head with every strike and every move you perform as you make it your sole mission to destroy the Thrillogy! AJ I'm gonna murder those bastards! CWM (Turns to Northstar) Northstar...Sunday night is your return to Pay-Per-View main events, against familiar foes nonetheless in Calvin Szechstein and Zack Malibu. In your first official match back, you led, of all people, Michael (bleep)in' Cole to victory against Zack and his tramp Candie. You had the crowd behind you. You had everyone's support. You had the cheers and the accolades and all of that good stuff. Do you want to relive that? (Northstar nods) Then, you better go into Sunday with your head on straight, or you'll be taken out of the building on a stretcher in a puddle of your own blood. NORTHSTAR (bleep) yeah... CWM Last but not least...the "Female Phenom" herself. Crystal, you got screwed out of the World Title yourself last month, didn't you? You had a really good friend in Zack Malibu betray you too to form the Thrillogy, didn't you? This is your time for revenge: you'll be locked inside of a cold, hard steel cage, able to destroy that bastard Malibu in any way, shape, or form...or will you? You have to be able to trust and work with these three here, or else you might not ever be able to step in the ring with Zack ever again, yet alone get in the ring, period. CRYSTAL Zack's a dead man... CWM To all of you...these are your motives, your reasons for going into such an extreme way of combat. But, in order to fulfill these motives, you MUST, and I mean must, stick together, work as a functional unit, and destroy the enemy as one. As the saying goes, "United we stand, divided we fall." SLY But, what about the six-man tag match tonight? CWM Think of that as a way of getting into the Thrillogy's head and telling him, "We're gonna rip your hearts out on Sunday...this is just a preview." CRYSTAL You know what? I think you've done a hell of a lot to help us get mentally ready for this war on Sunday. Our heads weren't in the game at all. For that, we thank you. CWM No problem. Just doin' my job... (CWM walks out of the room and shuts the door behind him) AJ You know...I'll back off with all of this jealousy crap, and let Northstar step in peacefully. If they pull any crap tonight out there, I got your back. SLY That's nice to hear, man. NORTHSTAR Can we get this cameraman out of here now? I wanna plan some strategy. (Cameraman walks out, we FADE TO BLACK~!) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted September 13, 2016 Author Report Share Posted September 13, 2016 (Go the arena) “Gangsta Queens†by Trina and Groove Armada from the Blade 2 soundtrack hits over the sound system and the arena is alive with the sound of music! As blue and gold lights flicker throughout the venue, the sliding doors that separate the backstage area from the arena part and out steps former WCW wrestler, Scotty Riggs and his tag team partner, Alix Spezia! COLE We haven’t seen Alix Spezia in a while due to a back injury suffered in a second round match of the tag team title tournament. She’s been working prelim matches to get in better ring shape. BUFFER The following match is scheduled for one fall, now making their way to the ring the team of Scotty Riggs and ALIX SPEZIAAAAAA! COACH Didn’t Alix have another tag team partner? What was her name, Kelly Duncan, or something. CABOOSE You mean that feminazi, Krista Isadora Dunca?. Yeah, I heard she missed her flight to Chicago. Who cares? BUFFER And already in the ring the team of Johnny Solo and Luke Solo, THE SOLO BROTHERS! The Solo brothers simultaneously throw their arms into air. It’s an action which draws little in the way of a pop from the crowd. In fact if you listen closely enough you can hear a small “We want Han†chant coming from the crowd. As Alix and Scotty climb into the squared circle she barks a stern order at him “Just stay out of my way.†She says. Her tone leaves little room for debate. Scotty positions himself on the outside and Luke Solo does the same, leaving his brother Johnny to start the match against Alix. COLE Alix has the unenviable task of being forced to square off against these two much larger men due to her regular partner, Krista Isadora Duncan no showing. The massive monster, Johnny Solo grabs a hold of Alix’s arm and fires her into the ropes! He lifts his leg high into the air hoping to take her head off with a Kevin Nash like big boot. Unfortunately Johnny is so tall and Alix is so small, that she simply runs under it with out ducking. Alix bounces off the opposite ropes and ducks down, nailing Johnny in the knee with a chop block! Johnny hobbles around the ring, noticeably wincing in pain. Alix charges at him and takes him down with a diving shoulder block to the same knee she just chop blocked! COACH It’s worth noting that Johnny Solo was a former fourth round draft pick by the Mighty Ducks of Anaheim, who was said to be a potential power forward, but had to retire from the sport of hockey due to a massive knee injury suffered in an exhibition game against the Edmonton Oilers. I think Alix is hoping to reaggravate that knee injury. CABOOSE How the hell did you know that? Johnny Solo drops to his knees in pain. Alix takes advantage her adversary’s prone position and levels him with a STIFF~! roundhouse to the back of his oversized melon! Alix smacked the side of her psychedelic hot pants as she kicked him, giving the blow that extra “smack†sound which causes the crowd to let out an “Oooooooh.†Desperate to rally his brother, Luke Solo begins to furiously beat his hands against the turnbuckle. Alix pays no mind to Luke’s attempt to encourage his brother to fight back. Instead she grabs a hold of a fallen Johnny’s leg, lifts it into the and drops and elbow onto the inside of his knee, sending his leg crashing back to the mat! Johnny rolls away from the much smaller (and cuter!) Alix. With his knee and pride severely hurtling he hollers out in agony! The crowd shows no sympathy as they rain down taunts and jeers towards the jobber’s bruised ego. COACH Guys, I think that if Johnny had hit that big boot earlier, this would be a different match. CABOOSE Look at you, saying something insightful. COACH Sometimes, I amaze myself. Despite Johnny’s screams for mercy, Alix refuses to let up. She’s so tenacious on her attack that one would think she’s the six foot nine monster and he was five foot five underdog. Alix lifts up Johnny’s hurt leg and tries to apply a figure four leg lock. The fans let out a decent sized pop at the sight of such a famous move! Johnny’s more then happy to disappoint the crowd as he uses the leg that hasn’t been targeted all match to boot Alix in the tush and push her towards her corner! On the ring apron, Luke Solo breathes a sigh of relief as he previously resigned himself to the fact that this match was almost over. COLE We’re seeing a more grounded approach to Alix’s attack tonight. Usually she uses more high flying moves. COACH She has to target that knee. Johnny Solo is one foot and four inches taller then her, but the last man standing stands the tallest. The best way to neutralize a wrestler that big is to take out his knee in a quick manner. CABOOSE Okay, now you’re starting scaring me. Start talking about how you wanna use her boobs as pillows or something. ENRAGED~! that her submission was interrupted Alix prepares to charge at Johnny and nail him with a running enziguri! BUT, Scotty Riggs reaches over the top rope and tags himself into the match before Alix can level the man beast. Alix asks him what the hell he thinks he’s doing but Scotty tells her to TALK TO DA HAND~! OAOAST ref Billy Silverman has to physically force Alix out of the ring while trying to prevent her from choking her tag team partner to death. COLE Earlier today, Scotty Riggs was seen hitting up Bill Watts for an OAOAST contract. A good showing here could go a long way towards making that dream a reality. A smart man would capitalize on the damage Alix’s done by working over Johnny’s leg. Scotty Riggs will never be confused with a smart man. The same fans who busted out a “We want Hans†chant taunt Scotty with a “We want Buff.†chant. COLE Seems to this undefeated announcer that Alix is the only one who’s even remotely liked. Scotty ignores their jeers and focuses on the larger Solo brother. He mounts him and hammers the native of NYC with closed fists to the forehead! Actually they’re more like love taps as they do little to phase Johnny. Johnny wraps his basketball sized hand around Scotty’s head. With Scotty frantically trying to swat at Johnny, the Solo brother violently tosses Scotty off him and onto the mat. Johnny crawls to his corner and makes the tag to his quicker brother, Luke. Salvation in handshake form. CABOOSE All Riggs had to do was use a simple leg lock and this match would’ve been over. Thankful to get a chance to catch his breath and rest his hurt knee, Johnny rolls out of the ring. In his place comes the fearless soldier, Luke Solo!!! Luke lets out a primal howl then CHARGES at Scotty with his arm outstretched and a scowl on his face! His clothesline attempt is cut short by referee Billy Silverman! He NEVER saw the tag as Alix has been distracting him with her hissy fit since Scotty “tagged†himself in. Silverman in no uncertain terms order Johnny Solo back into the ring and Luke out of the ring! COLE Wow! Luke Solo was about to knock Scotty Riggs back into the sixteenth row, until Scotty got gift from god in the form of Billy Silverman! Instead of being the one to clothesline, Luke is the one being clotheslined! Scotty effortlessly dumps the natural born loser out of the ring with a lariat! On the outside, fans in the front row lean over the guard rail to jeer and insult poor Luke, and we hear the “We Want Hans†chant one more time. Realizing that he probably shouldn’t push his luck, Scotty makes a quick tag to Alix. “You should’ve never tagged me out.†Alix mumbles as she ducks under the ropes and gets into the ring. There is zero hint of gratitude in her voice for being tagged back in by Scotty. If patience is a virtue, then Alix must be the most virtuous woman in the company as Johnny takes fooooooorever and a day to get into the ring. When he does, Alix rushes towards him, hoping to get another chop block. However, Johnny is wise to her womanly tricks!!! He steps towards her before she can duck down for the block of chop and flips her so high into the air with a backbody drop that it looks like she could touch the sun! Thinking that he had taken Alix out of action, if only temporarily, Johnny bends over to catch his breath only to get NAILED with a rocker droper from the second rope! Alix had countered the back body drop, simply by landing on the second rope! How intelligent! With Luke knocked out on the outside and Johnny playing the role of a one legged man, Alix decides it’s time to end this travesty of a wrestling match. Alix applies a standing scissors lock around Johnny’s injured leg, then drops to the mat so that she’s laying side by side with a wailing Johnny. He screams out in pained distress as Alix hyper extends his knee and applies pressure to his hamstrings at the same time. Finally he ends his own misery by tapping out to the Crucifix Kneebar! The previously bored to tears crowd pops at the sight of a little one hundred thirty pound girl making a six foot nine beast tap out and cry for his mommy! “Gangsta Queens†plays one more time as Michael Buffer makes the outcome official by announcing the winner. CABOOSE In no way shape or form do I support Alix’s pro woman crusade, but credit given where credit is due... COACH I’ll finish this one, Caboose. Kids at home I hope you paying close attention to this match, because Alix just showed you the best way to chop down a redwood. From the bottom up. Take out their knees and they won’t have a leg to stand on. Alix knew this and Johnny Solo wasn’t prepared. Now he cost his team a match. Hit showers, Solos. CABOOSE Yeah, I want to hit the showers with Alix! COACH In your wet dreams, chump. COLE I feel like I’m in some sort of bizzaro world! Stay tuned, we’ll be right back. (Go to break) *return from break* CABOOSE Folks, we're back with more HeldDOWN, but I'd like to apologize on behalf of the entire OAOAST. COACH Why? CABOOSE Because Michael Cole is about to conduct an interview. BWA HA HA! The camera pans to a shot of Cole in the ring, mic in hand. COLE Ladies and gentlemen, at this time let me introduce to you one of the members of this Sunday's Wargames match, and the current and reigning twenty-four seven champion... (boos) Hoff! "Black" hits as Cole finishes talking, and out walks Hoff, sporting his royal blue Thrillogy tights, with the 24/7 belt strapped around his waist. Hoff stops midway down the entrance ramp, pointing to a large "Hoff is the Future" sign, and sidestepping a bottle of water, then leveling a finger at the person who threw it. Hoff saunters to the ring and rolls in, brushing Michael Cole away as he ascends to the second rope, taking off his title and holding it into the air amidst a sea of jeering fans. Hoff smirks, and hops off the buckle, slinging his belt over his shoulder. COLE Now Hoff... Another round of boos picks up in the audience, and a "you suck" chant spreads through the rafters. Hoff just smiles, patting his 24/7 title and mouthing the words "right here," drawing an irate response from the crowd. COLE Hoff, first of all, I'd like to thank you for joining us here tonight. HOFF Oh, no problem, Cole, no problem at all...and LOOK OUT IT'S ZACK!! Hoff points behind Cole, who ducks and covers his head, before turning around to see...nothing. Hoff begins laughing like a hyena, and Caboose can be heard joining in at Sofa Central. Cole looks up at Hoff, disgusted, then shakes his head and continues. COLE Hoff, I'm trying to conduct an interview, if you don't mind. HOFF Well, you sure are trying, Mean Gene. But all right, go ahead, let me have it. COLE Well, Hoff, many people have been asking about the upcoming Wargames match, and what the Thrillogy's strategy is heading into this Sunday. HOFF WHAT?! You think I'm just gonna tell you? Geez, Cole, you're dumber than Zack said. An "ooooh" rises up from the crowd as Cole fumes. COACH Come on, Mikey, you don't have to take that! CABOOSE Ah, he'll take whatever Hoff gives him. Michael Cole tries to regain his composure as Hoff grabs the mic from him. HOFF Oh, now, come on Cole, don't get me wrong........Calvin doesn't like you either. Caboose can again be heard guffawing into his headset as Cole turns red, but swallows hard and looks up. Hoff throws the microphone at him and chuckles. Cole picks the mic up, and continues. COLE Well, if you won't give us your strategy, can you at least give us a clue as to who the Thrillogy's partner is? HOFF Once again, Cole, you're asking a bit too much. But I can tell you this: you won't have to wait much longer. COACH Yeah, 'cause the Board ORDERED you to reveal who it is! COLE Well I suppose that's fair. I was also wondering if I could get your thoughts on Sly Sommers, one of the men you'll be facing on Sunday, after the awesome battle that you two had a few weeks ago on this program. Hoff's expression turns serious atthis question. HOFF Cole, let me tell you something about Sly Sommers. He's a hell of an athlete. He's well-trained, well-conditioned, well-versed in many styles of wrestling. He can go. But when push came to shove, he couldn't get it done. Neither could he and his little slut galpal against me and Cal. See, Cole, he's a loser -- just like all of Team Wannabe. L-O-Z-E-R, loser. And we're winners. COLE Well, I guess you're entitled to your opinion-- HOFF What's that supposed to mean? Hoff steps toward Cole and glares down at him, as Cole shrinks back slightly. COLE N-nothing. HOFF You're damn right, nothing. COLE Um.....uh.....Hoff, you... many people have also wondered why you hate to seem the Bleeding Souls so much. I mean, of all the Thrillogy, you really seem to have it in for them. HOFF Yeah, so? COLE So, my question is...why? Hoff pauses, looking down and shaking his head. HOFF Why? Why? Oh, I'll tell you why, Cole. I hate the Bleeding Souls because they don't beling in this business. The crowd lets loose some heavy booage at that. Hoff looks out over them while continuing. HOFF That's right, people, and you KNOW it. More than Sly, even more than Team Rah-Rah, the BS, Bleeding Soul morons are a disgrace to this business. They can't wrestle! And they can't win. Not to mention they're a bunch of degenerates. I mean, the Thrillogy, me, Cal, Zack, we're high-class. THESE guys? They're pure Dee-troit trailer park. I mean, you got Axel, the Goth kid who drinks coffee all day at Starbucks, and then he hangs around your mall all day and asks you for cigarettes, God I HATE him! And Gunner, Gunner Sharps, wifebeater extraordinaire, this idiot got himself SUSPENDED before what would have been the biggest match of his career! And AJ... Hoff's smile turns into a sick, sadistic grin as the fans let him have it. COACH Hoff maybe reminiscing that vile attack on AJ's back... CABOOSE That was great. HOFF AJ Flaire, let me tell you something, buddy. The little surprise I gave you a few weeks back, that wasn't the only one I've got for ya. You better be ready, you better be looking over your shoulder, assuming you can still bend your crippled, old-man back that way. Because what I got in store for you... The fans begin to cheer, and Hoff smiles. HOFF That's right, kids. What I got in store for AJ is gonna be--ARGH! Hoff falls and drops the mic after taking a spear to the back from...GUNNER SHARPS! COACH Holy cow! It's Gunner! He must have snuck in through the crowd! CABOOSE What? Security! Someone help! Cole quickly exits the ring as Gunner begins laying into Hoff with some vicious stomps! Hoff rolls to his knees and tries to get away, but Gunner grabs him by the hair and throws him into the turnbuckle, and unloads a massive round of big right hands! Hoff reels as Gunner lands blow after blow. Gunner winds up again...but security grabs his hand from behind and slaps on a pair of cuffs. CABOOSE Ah, finally. Some ORDER restored. COACH What? Are they arresting Gunner? CABOOSE Well, he is suspended, nitwit. He has no business even being here! The security officers lead a snarling Gunner down the ramp and out of the building. Hoff stumbles out of the corner, first grabbing his 24/7 title, then the microphone as he turns his attention down the aisle. HOFF GUNNER!! Gunner's eyes go wide as he strains against the security. HOFF Listen to me you big son of a bitch, you just made the worst mistake of your life. You just signed the death sentence buddy. Oh, yeah. But not for you...no, you just signed the death sentence of AJ Flaire. The crowd boos huge for that, and Gunner *almost* breaks free of the guards. HOFF Yeah, and when it's all over, buddy boy, I want you to remember that YOU DID THIS! YOU PUSHED ME TO THIS! HIS BLOOD WILL BE ON YOUR HANDS!!! Hoff throws down the mic and stares Gunner down as the seven footer is escorted away. "Black" starts playing again, and Hoff leaves the ring, but this time, a scowl replaces his trademark smirk. Suddenly, a faint thumping noise is heard as Michael Cole slips on his headset. COLE Yikes! COACH A little hot in there, Mikey? COLE Yeah, I-- CABOOSE COLE! How could you let Gunner pull that kind of thing? COLE Hey, it's not my job to break it up. I can't say I feel too bad for Hoff, though. CABOOSE AH! Unbiased journalism, what happened to that? COLE Blow it out your British butt, Boozy. COACH YEAH! Aww yeah, you got SERVED, 'Booze! CABOOSE I-- ah-- aw dammit all... COLE Anyway, suspended or not, this thing with Hoff and the Bleeding Souls is far from over! But now we go from one War Games participant to the next as Josh Matthews is standing backstage with Northstar! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted September 13, 2016 Author Report Share Posted September 13, 2016 (And we go backstage to J.Math, who is in fact standing with Northstar.) JOSH Thanks MC. J.Math on scene with Northstar. And Nor.... NORTHSTAR Joshie, I’m about to make like Rerun and tell you What’s Happinin. Josh unless you’ve been living under or smoking a rock, you know that I’m the fourth member of the Crystal’s team for the big War Games match at Great Angle Bash. Now everyone knows of my torrid love/hate/hate some more affair with Zack Malibu so there’s little reason to dive into that sea of animosity, doll. Actually, I was hoping I could address another one of the esteemed and well liked members of the Thrillogy. JOSH Hoff? NORTHSTAR No, I’m tal... JOSH Candie? NORTHSTAR Sugar, this ain’t twenty questions, so shut up, look cute and let me finish. Calvin Szechstein is the target of my ire. Calvin, darling, what happened to our once flourishing flower of friendship? Was it washed away by a wave of unethical backstage politicking? Stolen by a double talking, back stabbing thief masquerading as a world champion? Or did it never exist in the first place, love? Large words and similes aside, all I know is that you and I used to be squeezed tight. Now we’re spread farther apart then Jonathan Coachman’s butt cheeks in a poorly lit park bathroom. (Northstar pauses while the crowd pops at the gross out joke.) NORTHSTAR I don’t know what happened, Cal. Maybe you lost my phone number.. Or maybe you felt awkward about calling me. Or maybe you realized that after I was stripped of my general manager title I had as much use to you as a maxi pad. C’mon, lovie dovie, be honest. After Bill Watts dropped the pink slip on me like an atomic bomb you started to avoid me like Darryl Strawberry avoids a drug test. But whatever your reasons were for dropping me quicker then the FOX network dropped the “hit†drama Skin, it doesn’t really matter, sugar pie. I’m sure we can work out our problems like civilized gentlemen at War Games. JOSH On the subject of War Games, can you tell us a bit about what CWM’s visit meant to your team? NORTHSTAR (Northstar’s voice deepens so much that you’d think he was possessed by James Earl Jones.) Joshua, citizens of Chicago, gather around the blazing campfire for I'd like to tell a story that may not be so unfamiliar to you. It's about a storied hockey player for the Tampa Bay Lightning named Dave Anderychuk. Dave's a six hundered goal scorer, holds the record for the most career power play goals, and has over a thousand points in twenty two years in the league. But in those twenty two years Dave had never won the ultimate prize in professional athletics, the Stanley Cup. But this year as captain of the high powered but inexperienced Tampa Bay Lightning, Dave Anderychuk got his first taste of the Stanley Cup finals. The Lightning smoked the Long Reach Islanders in the first round, cake walked past the soft as melted ice cream Habs in the second, and outlasted the Cryers in the third. We all thought that once it was determined that the Lighting would play the Calgary Flames in the Stanley Cup Finals that the leauge had already begun to engrave his name on Lord Stanely's prized cup. However, the resillent and somewhat dirty Flames overwhelmed the young Lightning. Their underhanded tactics and aggressive play caused the Lightning, their fans and the media to question if this would be the year that Dave Anderychuk achieved immortality or if the grizzled Hamilton, Ontario native would retire without sipping champagne from the silver cup. There were times when the Lightning matched the Flames tenacity only to see the Flames get more ferocious in their attempt to bring the cup back to the Canada. The Flames KO'ed the Lightning in game five and took what many thought was an all but cup winning 3-2 series lead heading to game six in their home arena. But before game six, Raymond Borque arguably the greatest defensemen not named Bobby Orr placed a phone call to Lightning grinder Tim Taylor, relaying his experience with the Avalanche who overcame a 3-2 defict to beat the creativity stifling New Jersey Devils and help Borque win his first and only Stanley Cup. Taylor played the message for his emotionally and physically tired teammates. It reenergized a group that many thought were on life support, and the team parted Calgary's red sea to win the Stanley Cup, and send the Flames back to Alberta with only their suitcases and heavy hearts. To me Ray Borque's calling Tim Taylor is a lot like CWM personally paying us a visit and offering his wisdom. No matter how beat up, worn out you are, or no matter how much you think you can't do it or you think it's all a lost cause, to have a legend like that come to your lock room and...just...it motivates you. That's all I can say. And if you can't get motivated after something like that, then sweetheart, check your pulse. JOSH Thank you, Northstar. NORTHSTAR (Reverting back to his usual bubbly and ditzy tone) No prob, cutie! And remember, be cool, stay in school! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted September 13, 2016 Author Report Share Posted September 13, 2016 (Go somewhere else) (Backstage we see Rick Edwards in the locker room talking with JAE when there’s a knock at the door.) RICK Come in! *Eddy Kalm walks in and the crowd cheers* RICK Eddy! What are you doing here? EDDY Seems I’ve been chosen to bring you the last clue about your mystery opponent. RICK Unless this clue is the name of my opponent I’ll be pissed. J. ARTHUR I thought you said you were ready for anything? RICK Shut up. EDDY Your last clue is…your opponent has not been seen in the OAOAST for few months. RICK Wait a minute!! You mean he’s not a member of the current roster!? I’ve spent the last few weeks watching videos of all the current wrestlers and he’s not even one of them!? EDDY Hey I’m just the messenger! What happened to being able to beat anyone they threw at you? RICK I can! I just…you caught me off guard! EDDY Hey I wish you all the luck on Sunday. *Eddy leaves and Rick kicks the wall* RICK Dammit! I thought once Abe was gone I wouldn’t have to deal with this crap! J. ARTHUR Don’t worry about it. You can beat anyone! RICK Yeah…anyone. *We cut back to sofa central* COLE Well there we have it. That was the last clue to the mystery opponent. He’s held a title in the OAOAST, he debuted in early 2003, and he hasn’t been seen in a few months. CABOOSE That could be any number of people. A lot of new stars debuted back then and a few of them have taken time off. How is this fair? COACH Oh boo-hoo…do you want a tissue? *Caboose quickly punches Coach in the head and knocks him from his seat.* COLE With that we’ll take a break. (Go to break) (Return from break) "It's Goin' Down" by Linkin Park feat. the X-ecutioners hits the PA system as a dim blue hue covers the arena. Smoke rolls out from the locker room, and a white strobe light flashes at the entrance.Watch them flee Watch them flee Wa...Wa...Watch them flee Hip-Hop hits *scratch* *scratch* And you do it like this! Chris Bryte steps out from the locker room followed by THE HAND~! As always, he's wearing his trademark shades as he and his bodyguard head down to ringside with purpose. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Currently coming down the aisle, accompanied by THE HAND~! He hails from Topeka, Kansas and weighs in tonight at 175 pounds...here is CHRIS...BRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYTE! COLE Chris Bryte on his way down to ringside accompanied by the ominous HAND! CABOOSE That's THE HAND, Cole! THE HAND~! COLE Whatever. The man's a monster nonetheless. Fans, we've got a bit of an impromptu match on our hands here. As we saw earlier on, there was some sort of mix-up in the locker room area. Chris Bryte thought that he was scheduled for an interview, but that wasn't the case. The interview was actually scheduled for Chris Stevens, and quite frankly, guys, Chris Bryte made an ass out of himself earlier on! CABOOSE And there you go again, Michael! You and that biased announcing. Chris Bryte is angry, and he has every right to be angry after being blatantly disrespected by the OAOAST! I mean, here's a guy who's one of the fastest-rising stars in this industry! He ended Panther's career! Ran him out of the OAOAST. He's been making waves in this company since day one, and idiots like Josh Matthews have the nerve to place some unknown, Chris Stevens, ahead of Chris Bryte?! COACH It was just an interview, Boo-Boo boy! CABOOSE First off...call me Boo-Boo again, and you're dead. Two, it was more than just an interview...it's the principle of the whole thing. Chris Bryte is the Brytest rising star in the OAOAST. Probably a future champion, and this guy Chris Stevens...if he's even employed by the end of next week, he'll be lucky! COLE Will you stop?! Let me assure you, Caboose, Chris Stevens is no slouch! He had a strong showing last week in an X-Title match against Rick Edwards! And he does have the experience advantage over Bryte! Remember: Chris Bryte is a rookie. He's only got some six months under his belt. Chris Stevens has been in the business for years, and if Bryte ends up taking this man lightly, he's gonna be walking away with another L in the win-loss column. Bryte paces back and forth in the ring as The Hand eyes the entrance intensely. Then, the opening riff of Local H's "Bound for the Floor" hits the PA system. The arena lights flash blue and white as Chris Stevens steps out from the back with a look of intensity on his face. He points into the crowd, then points at Bryte before nodding his head and starting down towards the ring. BUFFER His opponent...hailing from Rochester, Minnesota, weighing in at 221 pounds, CHRISSSS.....STEEEEEEEEEEVVVEEEEEEEEEENNNNSSSS!!!!!!! Stevens glares at The Hand as he nears the bottom of the ramp. The Hand just looks on stoically, his expression unchanging as Stevens draws closer to the ring apron. Noticing that Stevens' attention is diverted, Bryte charges forward and blasts him in the side of the head with a baseball slide, knocking Stevens to the floor. The music abruptly stops and the crowd boos as Bryte slides to the outside and begins to go to work! COLE Damn it, I can't believe this! Chris Bryte jumped the gun...attacking Chris Stevens before the bell, and now look at him go to work. Bryte muscles Stevens back to his feet and nails him with two knee lifts to the jaw, staggering him. Stevens throws a desperation right hand, but Bryte ducks and catches him with a straight kick to the midsection, sending Stevens staggering back into the cluctches of The Hand. Bryte smiles as Stevens tries to free himself from The Hand's grip! COLE C'mon, damn it! We've got two-on-one on the outside! Stevens is helpless out there! Ref, do something about this! After taking a moment to taunt the crowd, Bryte moves in with an attempted Yakuza kick, but Stevens manages to pull away, and the Hand catches it right in the chest. As Bryte mourns his mistake, Stevens grabs him, spins him around and blasts him with a hard European uppercut, to the delight of the crowd. He follows up with a second before sending the rookie into the ring. He follows him in, and the ref calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* COLE Here we go! This thing officially underway! Bryte immediately goes to a far corner, trying to keep Stevens at a distance long enough for him to gather himself. Stevens moves right in on him, however, and rattles his jaw once more with a European uppercut. He fires off two more before grabbing Bryte's arm and whipping him into the opposite buckle. Bryte manages to leap upon the second rope before making impact, and leaps back at Stevens with an attempted leg lariat, but Stevens ducks under, leaps onto the ropes himself and come off with a moonsault press to Bryte that connects! He hooks both legs... 1... 2... NO!!!! Bryte manages to free himself from the pin before the count of 3. Both men quickly return to a standing position, where Bryte charges at Stevens, only to by taken over in an armdrag. Bryte pops right back up and goes at Stevens again, only to be taken down in another armdrag. This time, Stevens bars up on the arm. He nods to the crowd to signify that he's got everything in control. COLE Chris Stevens is in control here in the early stages...and Chris Bryte is complaining about a hair pull! CABOOSE I saw that, Cole! Chris Stevens deliberately used Chris Bryte's hair to try and gain the advantage! That's grounds for a disqualification if you ask me! COLE Will you be serious?! CABOOSE I am serious! This Stevens guy is a black eye on our sport! He's a rulebreaker! A scoundrel! He's got no respect whatsoever for this business...SEE!!! LOOK AT THAT! By now, Bryte has managed to work his way up to his knees, with Stevens straddling his back as he cinches up on the armbar. At this point, he takes his left and begins to paintbrush the back of Bryte's head, drawing a loud pop from the crowd. Bryte looks pissed! CABOOSE See what I mean! That is uncalled for!! COLE Chris Bryte is getting his just desserts at the hands of Chris Stevens. The Hand looks on from the outside as Stevens winds up on an arm wringer, causing Bryte to cry out in pain. Bryte then pushes himself back to his feet, where he reverses into an arm wringer of his own, but Stevens reverses it right back, transitions into a rear hammerlock and then a side headlock takedown. Bryte's shoulders are down, and the referee counts 1...2...NO! Bryte gets his shoulder off the mat and manages to grab Stevens in a headscissors. Stevens furiously tries to kip out of the hold, but Bryte's got his legs locked tightly, preventing Stevens from doing so. Stevens takes a moment or so to regain his composure before turning into to hold, manuevering Bryte onto his back (with the scissors still applied) and allowing him to find his feet as well. Once both feet are under him, Stevens does a headstand and springs back to his feet to escape the hold. He then dives at Bryte, going for a headlock, but Bryte ducks under Stevens' arm, sending him chest-down onto the canvas, where Bryte grabs him and attempts to lock on a Fujiwara armbar. Stevens fights the hold, throwing a series of reverse elbows at Bryte's midsection to break his grip, then rolling forward, away from Bryte and back to a kneeling position. Bryte again charges in, but Steves sweeps his leg out from under him and covers him with a lateral press for...1...2...NO! Bryte bridges back to his feet after two, then takes Stevens over in an Oklahoma roll for 1...2...NO! Stevens kicks out. With both men on the canvas, Bryte quickly grabs Stevens' right arm and locks on a cross armbreaker. Stevens begins to scream as Bryte cinches up on the hold. COLE Cross armbreaker by Bryte! Perfectly applied! CABOOSE And I think this could be it right here. I mean, look at Stevens! The look in his eyes...he's got no guts! He's got no determination! I think he's gonna tap any second! COLE Don't count Stevens out just yet! He appears to be trying to fight this thing. Stevens turns into the hold, locking his hands to prevent Bryte from hyperextending the traped arm. Bryte continues to cinch up on the hold, applying as much pressure as he can, but Stevens continues to fight. He's able to roll over to one knee and push up against Bryte, forcing his shoulders to the mat for 1...2...NO! Bryte raises the shoulder and keeps the hold applied. Stevens then pushes himself up to a standing position, where he's able to roll Bryte back onto his shoulders a second time for 1...2...NO! Bryte raises the right shoulder again! Bryte then begins yelling at Stevens! BRYTE JUST GIVE IT UP, STEVENS! YOU'RE NOTHING COMPARED TO ME! YOU'RE NOTHING! By now, the crowd is starting to get behind Stevens, clapping in unison as he attempts to use his free arm to separate Bryte's legs. After a moment of struggle between the two, Stevens succeeds, then hooks Bryte's right leg under his left armpit and starts to turn into it. Bryte furiously kicks at Stevens with his left leg, but to no avail as Stevens turns him over onto his stomach and sits back on a half crab! CABOOSE No! COLE Half crab!!!!!! Stevens has it locked in! Chris Bryte is in trouble! Chris Bryte--DAMN IT! The Hand pushes the bottom rope towards Bryte and he grabs it. The crowd boos as the ref calls for the break! COLE What the hell was that?! CABOOSE That was the incomparable heart and determination of young Chris Bryte! That's what it was! COLE Please! Bryte holds onto the bottom rope for dear life, but Stevens refuses to release Bryte's leg. Tugging at Bryte's ankle, Stevens yanks Bryte off of the ropes and drags him out towards the center of the ring, where he attempts to re-apply the hold. Bryte again fights it, rolling onto his back and kicking away at Stevens with the his free leg. Finally, Stevens gives up and shoves Bryte's leg away, sending Bryte rolling backwards and onto his feet. Stevens immediately meets him with a hard forearm! He follows up with another European uppercut before whipping Bryte into the far side. Bryte manages to duck a clothesline coming off, but as he comes off the other side, Stevens runs at him and catches him right on the jaw with a high knee!!!!! Stevens with the cover... 1... 2... NO! Bryte kicks out after two! Both men quickly return to their feet, where Stevens nails Bryte right on the jaw with a dropkick! Bryte returns to his feet, only to get met with another dropkick. Bryte pops up again, and this time, Stevens takes him over in another armdrag. Stevens cinches up on another armbar, and once again begins to paintbrush the back of Bryte's head, drawing another pop from the crowd. COLE Well, so much for Chris Stevens being just "some jobber", huh? CABOOSE Shut up, Cole! COLE Thus far, Stevens has appeared to be a step ahead of the youngster, Chris Bryte. Perhaps it's Stevens' experience that's given him the edge in this one. CABOOSE Perhaps. More likely, it's his unscrupulous cheating getting the job done. COACH Man. That's a big word, Boose. CABOOSE You're still here? Bryte rolls back to a kneeling position and pushes himself back to a vertical base. Once one his feet, he reverses the hold into another arm wringer, then BLATANTLY yanks Stevens down to the mat by his hair. The crowd boos wildly in the background . COLE How's that for cheating, Caboose. CABOOSE That was as clean a takedown as I've ever seen. COLE Gimme a break! Stevens quickly kips back up to his feet, where he reverses into another arm wringer, but Bryte rips into him with an open hand strike to the chest. A second causes Stevens to release hold. Bryte then tries to whip Stevens back into the buckle, but Stevens counters it into another arm wringer, which he uses to bring Bryte in and take him over with a Northern Light's Suplex! Stevens holds the bridge... 1... 2... NO!! Bryte's able to raise the shoulder off the mat following the count of two. Stevens brings Bryte back to his feet and drives him back against the buckle, where he once again begins to hammer him with European uppercuts. Then, Stevens grabs Bryte around the waist and lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle, drawing a pop from the crowd. CABOOSE What the hell is he doing? COLE Chris Bryte set up on top...could we be about to see a superplex? Perhaps, but just as Stevens is preparing to climb the ropes...THE HAND~! reaches through the ropes and grabs his ankle, nearly causing him to fall. Angered, Stevens turns and throws a kick in The Hand's direction. The two have a brief standoff, drawing Stevens' attention just long enough for Bryte to regain his bearings crack him in the mouth with a hard kick. Bryte nails Stevens with a second kick before hooking a front facelock and bringing him down with a tornado DDT. Bryte with the cover...hook of the leg... 1... 2.. KICKOUT AFTER TWOOOOOOO! The crowd boos as Bryte drags Stevens up to a seated position, where nails him with a spinal tap kick to the lower back. He follows that up with a double chop to the traps, causing Stevens to roll over in pain. Handful of hair brings Stevens back to his feet, where after a series of kneelifts, Bryte hooks a front facelock, tosses the arm back over his head and takes him over with a textbook vertical suplex. Bryte holds on, rolls back to his feet and lifts Stevens up again, holding him high above his head for approximately 10 seconds before dropping him down onto his head with a brainbuster. Bryte floats into the cover... 1... 2... NO! Stevens kicks out! Bryte lifts Stevens back up to a seated position, kicks him HARD in the back of the neck, then drops to one knee, placing the point of his knee into the Stevens' neck and grabbing a chinlock. The crowd boos as Bryte pulls Stevens' head back across his (Bryte's) knee. COACH Am I the only on getting the sense that Bryte doesn't have a clue what he's doing in there. CABOOSE Shut up, fool! He's got this Chris Stevens right where he wants him. The crowd once again begins to clap in unison as Stevens tosses his clinched fist into the air, turning to his right side to try and escape the hold. Bryte tries to maintain, but to no avail, as Stevens manages to make it up to one knee, then back to his feet, where he fires off repeated forearms to Bryte's gut, breaking his grip. Stevens fires off two right hands, then grabs Bryte for an Irish whip. Bryte reverses the momentum, though, and sends Stevens to his knees with an enzuiguri-like kick to the back of the neck. As Stevens clutches at the injured area, Bryte takes a step back, measures Stevens and rips into him with a HARD kick to the back of the neck. Bryte follows up with a second. He then flashes a cocky smile to the crowd as he points at his foe and makes a throat-slitting gesture. BRYTE THIS IS IT!!!!! Bryte then moves in for a roundhouse kick, but Stevens manages to duck under. Bryte's momentum spins him around in the opposite direction, allowing Stevens to grab a rear waistlock and drive him forward into the ropes. He attempts a roll-up, but Bryte hooks the ropes, sending Stevens rolling backwards to a standing position. He then charges at Bryte, only to be floored with a rolling front kick. Bryte springs back to his feet and raises a double fist into the air, drawing more boos from the crowd. CABOOSE I think Bryte's just about ready to end this, guys. COACH Hopefully. COLE STOP IT! COACH What? Bryte grabs a handful of hair and brings Stevens up to a kneeling position, where he fires off a series of Kawada kicks to the forehead, then drives the point of his elbow into the back of Stevens' neck. He then drags him back to his feet, slips behind him and hooks him for the Bryte Side. CABOOSE What did I tell you? COLE The Bryte Side coming up! He lifts Stevens up for the move, but he's able to roll off his back and land on his feet behind him. He then shoves Bryte forward into the ropes, Bryte ducks a clothesline coming off, but as he comes off the opposite side... *CRACK* ...Stevens BLASTS him with a vicious superkick to the jaw. The crowd pops as both men fall to the canvas. COLE Stevens with that superkick from outta nowhere! Both men are down. CABOOSE Get up Chris! The crowd claps in unison as both men try to shake loose the cobwebs and pull themselves back to their feet. Bryte makes it up first, but when he moves in, Stevens shocks him with a double leg takedown. Stevens quickly pounces on Bryte, leaping on top of him and catching him with a series of forearms and elbow shots to the jaw, bringing the crowd back to life. He then brings Bryte back to his feet by the hair, catching him with two knee lifts to the chin before whipping him HARD into the buckle and catching him coming off with an overhead belly to belly. He goes for a quick cover... 1... 2... NO! Bryte's out after two. Stevens brings Bryte back to his feet and catches him with another European uppercut. He goes for another, but Bryte manages to slip behind him and send him down to a knee with a hard kick to the kidneys. Bryte nails him with another kick to the back before hitting the ropes opposite Stevens and springs off his knee for a shining wizard, but Stevens throws up his forearms to block it. Back to his feet, Stevens catches Bryte with a forearm to the jaw. Another. Bryte tries a Yakuza kick but Stevens catches it, shoves the leg down and runs right through Bryte with a discus clothesline, putting him flat on his back. With the crowd surging behind him, Stevens steps out to the apron and prepares to ascend the turnbuckles. COLE HE'S GOING FOR THE FROG SPLASH! Yes he is. But as he's climbing, Bryte draws the refs attention to his right knee, which he apparently injured somehow. As the ref moves in to check on Bryte, Bryte grabs him by his shirt and flings him into the ropes, causing Stevens to crotch himself upon the top turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Bryte heads over to Stevens and begins climbing the buckle, possibly preparing for a superplex. However, when he gets to the top, Stevens meets him with a right hand. A second. Bryte with a thrust to the throat halts his offense. He then hooks him for a suplex, and tries to take him over, but Stevens locks his legs around the top turnbuckle and ends up sending Bryte face first onto the canvas. Bryte begins rolling around on the canvas, clutching at his face as Stevens begins to stand upright on the top rope. Bryte once again makes a play for the referee, grabbing him by the pant leg and trying to pull him into the ropes, but the ref struggles, trying to fight him off. While the ref is preoccupied with Bryte, The Hand climbs upon the apron and shoves Stevens down, causing his throat to snap off the top rope. Stevens falls out and ends up draped over the middle rope, leaving him prone to a HARD right hand from The Hand, knocking him unconscious. With Stevens down, Bryte quickly moves in the capitalize, covering Chris Stevens for... 1... 2.. 3! *DING DING DING* **Cue "It's Goin Down" BUFFER Here is your winner: CHRRRRRRRIIIIIIIISSSSSSS BRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYTE! COLE Chris Bryte has stolen this thing thanks to The Hand! The referee walks over to attend to Stevens as Bryte grabs the mic inside the ring. The music dies down, and the crowd boos wildly as Bryte begins to speak. BRYTE Fans...there you have it. Just one more example of why I am the Brytest rising star here in the OAOAST! (crowd boos) There isn't a wrestler on the OAOAST roster that can hold a candle to me, and I'm including everybody when I say that! Especially that punk Leon "Silky Smooth" Rodez! Lots of cheers from the female fans at the mention of his name. Bryte simply rolls his eyes. BRYTE See Rodez...for the past week, I've had to deal with you running your mouth around here...about how you beat me. About how you got a win over the Bryte man! Well lemme tell ya...you did not, nor could you ever defeat Chris Bryte! No! Not even on your best day! Not on my worst day! (crowd boos) Make no mistake about it: what happened last week wasn't because of you Rodez! I didn't lose that match because of you, or because you're some great talent. I lost because of one man...and that's PANTHER! The crowd pops at the mention of Panther's name! BRYTE This man has been trying to make my life a living hell! I mean...he's coming out of the crowd like a common criminal...attacking me from behind...he's had me worried outta my mind, and Rodez, that is the only reason that I didn't beat you last week! You could never beat me, Rodez! Last week was a fluke! A FLUKE! RODEZ (off camera) Is that right?! The crowd pops in the background as Leon Rodez appears on stage with a microphone. RODEZ Last week was a fluke?! BRYTE That's right! RODEZ Well...we'll see how much of a fluke it was when I beat you again this Sunday night at the Great Angle Bash! (crowd pops) That is, of course, if you're man enough! BRYTE Oh, you're damn right I'm man enough! I accept, Rodez, and I promise that this time, I will not lose! RODEZ We'll see. We'll see! See ya Sunday, Bryte! "My Hero" by Foo Fighters hits the PA system and the crowd pops as Rodez raises his arms into the air. COLE Well it looks like we've got a match on our hands! Chris Bryte and Leon Rodez will lock it up once again, this time on PPV! What a match it should be! COACH For those of you who don’t know, Great Angle Bash is this Sunday! Visit the OAOAST website for more details and visit the Official OAOAST message board to download the official Great Angle Bash wallpaper! CABOOSE That wall paper is fucking wicked. COLE You know else is wicked? COACH Ad revenue! 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Chanel #99 Posted September 13, 2016 Author Report Share Posted September 13, 2016 (Return from break) The ring has experience quite a transformation. 3 men are sitting at a custom-built table ringside. A disco ball hangs above, and a well-known metrosexual stands in the ring. Two plasma screen TVs read "OAOAST STARMAKER." COLE Fans, we don't know what's going on. "Starmaker"? CABOOSE I know what this is, you completely idiotic excuse for a play-by-play commentator. In association with Black T Enterprises, the OAOAST presents STARMAKER. A new hit reality show so big, you have to scream the name STARMAKER! COLE Now it all makes sense. The Saints are nothing more than hired hitmen for the Tag Champs. Why couldn't they-- CABOOSE I can't believe how you repeatedly slander our World Tag Team Champions. They restored the tag division to heights we've never seen. Sunday night they'll defeat Hoss 'R Us, and retire as the champs in 2010. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, would you please welcome the host of OAOAST Starmaker...the lost soul of "American Idol", a man who's completely dropped off the face of the earth until now...Brian Dunkleman! DUNKLEMAN Thank you. Welcome to OAOAST STARMAKER! Pryo shoots off from all over the place, as the lights dim and multi-colored spotlights flash over the ring. DUNKLEMAN (CONT'D) I'm your host -- the man who kept Ryan Seacrest straight for the first season of American Idol -- Brian "Do you remember me?" Dunkleman. The rules to the show are very. There will be 3 performances. Each to be critique by our guest panel. But you -- the fans -- will vote on who's the winner at the end of each contest. Let's me the judges now. First, before there were all the boy bands, there was the original -- the Jackson 5. When it comes to the Jacksons, none of them are sane. Please welcome Jermaine Jackson! JERMAINE (waving to the crowd, then points to BD) What's up, dawg? Great to be here. DUNKLEMAN Thanks for being here. You know we have another JJ coming out shortly? JERMAINE Oh, yeah! The family, especially Michael, are big GPX fans. As a matter of fact, we've invited them to Michael's hideaway. DUNKLEMAN We couldn't get Paula, but we got somebody even bigger. Ladies and gentlemen, the all-time leading scorer in NBA history, Kareem Abdul Jabar! The big 7 footer politely waves to the fans. KAREEM Please to be here. I look forward to it. DUNKLEMAN Looks like your record's safe, Kareem. KAREEM Yeah. It's a shame what happened to Karl, but somebody will break that record. DUNKLEMAN And our final judge, our toughest critic, Batman's Cowl. Welcome. All that's there is Batman's Cowl on a stick. No person or anything. DUNKLEMAN Ooh, he's tough. Have any of you ever seen the OAOAST before? All the judges shake their heads no except Batman's Cowl, who remains still. DUNKLEMAN Well, you're in for a treat. Our contestants are two of the most charismatic teams in the world. So let's bring 'em out. First, from Sin City, Las Vegas, Nevada, the Heavenly Rockers -- The Saints! The Saints strut all the way to the ring, singing along to their theme, "Party All the Time." They climb the second rope and point to each other in a cool, confident matter. DUNKLEMAN And their opponents, they love to party up and throw down, Scotty Static & Johnny "Jam" Jackson -- the Global Party Xchange! The girls in attendence scream like crazy as "Make Her Say" by O-Town kicks up. GPX walk to the ring, slapping the fans' hands. A couple of girls almost pull Scotty into the crowd, but security is able to pull him back. Jokingly JJ jumps into the crowd and lets the girls mug him. He playfully screams before jumping over the guardrail. Scotty's eyes widen, he points below JJ's waist while covering his mouth with his hand, holding back the laughter. Johnny looks down to see he no longer has shorts on, only his GPX boxers (now available on OAOASTshopzone.com). He looks over to the crowd and sees his shorts being held up by a husky woman, like a soilder holds up their flag in victory. With smiles on their faces GPX enter the ring. DUNKLEMAN By winning the coin toss earlier today, the Saints have elected to go first. They'll be singin' their hit-single "Suck Me, Fuck Me, Make it Ooze" off their 3rd CD "Rockin' With the 'Birds". The Saints dance and demostrate the suggestive parts of their song.Bitch, you really let down makin' me wonder why we split Did ya really think I'd go that quick? Ev-v-v-ery night thinking of you, masterbating -- one hand, double hand, heartbeat of America, thinking of you I dropped out of school just be with you But let me tell you, all I ever wanted was to hear you say, "Suck Me, Fuck Me, Make it Oooze!" Missionary, doggie-style, cowgirl, on your side, even anal I would of given you anything just to make you scream "Suck Me, Fuck Me, Make it Ooze" The Saints get on one knee and raise their arms -- pryo explodes from the ringposts. The crowd boos. DUNKLEMAN How'd you think it went? LOGAN I thought it was smokin'! Synth & I worked hard on this and we think we nailed it. DUNKLEMAN Now to the important part. Let's start with Jermaine Jackson. JERMAINE Yo, dawg, that was killer. The vocals, the choreography, everything clickin'. Awesome. DUNKLEMAN Kareem. KAREEM The song itself was rather suggestive, but it was really good. Quick and to the point. You're going to be stars. The Saints nod their heads. DUNKLEMAN Batman's Cowl? BATMAN'S COWL ... DUNKLEMAN Uh-oh. I take it you weren't very pleased? The Saints have some choice words for BC. DUNKLEMAN GPX, it's yours now. They'll be singin' "Make Her Say" by O-Town. GPX walk around ringside, serenading many of the females there.In a world of posers, phonies and pure wannabes, There finally emerges a group which has come to set the record straight. So, all you suckers better recognize - Ya heard? Can you say say uh uh uh, nah nah nah CHORUS: Make her say uh uh nah nah nah nah Wanna make her say uh uh nah nah nah nah Wanna make her say uh uh uh uh nah nah nah nah Wanna Make her say uh uh uh uh - Nah nah nah nah nah Hey, outta New Orleans - I met a fly girl, she's about nineteen In the third row, cornrows - Dancin slow - She's as cool as an Eskimo. Yo ... oh no I think she's feelin' my flow I said come on baby girl - Let's meet up after the show At the ho-tel mo-tel Holiday Inn - Baby that's when the story begins Oh no She's got - everything I want in a girl I know, I could take her round the world She's just standin' there and all I wanna do is CHORUS: Make her say uh uh nah nah nah nah Wanna make her say uh uh nah nah nah nah Wanna make her say uh uh uh uh nah nah nah nah - Nah nah nah nah Wanna Make her say uh uh uh uh - Nah nah nah nah nah Woah .. straight out of Maxim magazine Hot girl - Livin so fresh and clean In the bio, bio Even try to cut through - All this voodoo that you do Gotta make my move tonight - Hey Could be wrong, but I think she's Mrs. Right Full sail - From the time I seen her Like the Nina, Pinta, Santa Maria Let's get, a little bit a coke, a swirl Damn right - Doubles bein' good to the girl She's just standin there and all I wanna do is CHORUS: Make her say uh uh nah nah nah nah Wanna make her say uh uh nah nah nah nah Wanna make her say uh uh uh uh nah nah nah nah Wanna Make her say uh uh uh uh - Nah nah nah nah You know what - When I seen you We're about to set this song for real Here we go .. go go go All I wanna do is make her say She had everything I want in a girl I knew - I could sing around the world Tanned skin, long brown hair Kinda girl I knew could make me say Uh uh nah nah nah nah She made me say uh uh nah nah nah nah She made me say uh uh uh uh nah nah nah nah She made me say uh uh - Nah nah nah nah Make her say uh uh nah nah nah nah She made me say uh uh nah nah nah nah She made me say uh uh uh uh nah nah nah nah She made me say uh uh Here we go, come on, come on, come on Nah nah nah nah - Uh uh uh - Nah nah nah nah In an unbelieveable turn of events, ED McMAHON has taken over hosting duties. CUT TO: STREET Brian Dunkleman, the former host of "OAOAST Starmaker" has his thumb out, attempting to land a ride. DUNKLEMAN I can't believe it happened again. CUT TO: RING McMAHON Judges? JERMAINE Cool. Very cool. KAREEM Lovely. Like two beautiful birds singing on a sunny spring day. BATMAN'S COWL ... McMAHON Speechless. Now it's time for the fans to vote. The Saints? CROWD Boo! Confused, the Saints look at each other and flip off the crowd. McMAHON The Global Party Xchange?! The crowd nearly blows the roof off the place. McMAHON The Saints receive 3-and-a-quater stars. GPX: 4 stars. The winner of the first ever OAOAST Starmaker, the Global Party Xchange! Hi-Yo! Scotty & Johnny high-five one other, only to get attacked by The Saints. Synth drives Scotty shoulder-first between the turnbuckles, sending him crashing into the steel ringpost. Synth grabs a handful of tights -- or shorts in Scotty's case -- and pulls him back into the ring... PERCUSSION (DDT). On the other side of the ring JJ fights off Logan, but Synth clips his leg from behind. Logan motions to the top. JJ gets lifted up into a powerbomb position, and Synth crashes down across his throat. ELECTRIC MELODY! Mann tells the judges to leave. He then throws JJ over-the-top rope, where he lands on the judges' table. Logan stays positioned near the table as Synth Irish Whips Scotty towards Mann, who proceeds to BACKDROP him over-the-top THROUGH THE TABLE, slamming Static across his partner Johnny! As they exit The Saints spit on the fallen GPX. COLE W-Wha-What can you say? I'm stunned. CABOOSE I'm not. Mikey, if you had read Wrestling for Dummies, you know anytime an unexpected segment takes place, you're probably gonna see somebody get their ass kicked, and that's exactly what we saw. Besides, The Saints got jobbed. Damn biased fans. COLE The Saints better share a room with Thrillogy, because come Sunday at the Great Angle Bash both groups are in for hell. GPX, Crystal, Sly Sommers, A.J. Flare and Northstar respectively.RETURN FROM BREAK We catch The Saints getting mugged by GROUPIES near their tour bus "Saints & Sinners", as the CAMERAMAN runs towards them, hoping to get a word before they leave. CAMERAMAN Saints. Saints! SYNTH We ain't doin' no interviews right now. CAMERAMAN Just a quick comment. LOGAN The executives are pleased with our work. Logan pushes the cameraman down. The Saints and their groupies enter the bus, then it drives away. (FADE OUT) (We’re taken outside of the arena where rain is pouring from the heavens above. We see Krista Isadora Duncan and her five year old daughter, Maya preparing to enter the performance venue. However they’re stopped at the door by an ungodly hairy man wearing a piss yellow security shirt. The stench emanating from his portly body makes him smell like he uses a urinal patty as deodorant.) GUARD Hold up, sweetheart. Only wresslers and staff allowed past this point. If ya wanna autograph or somethin for your kid, you gotta wait outside the car park like the rest of the ordinary Joes. KRISTA I'm not here for an autograph. GUARD. Oh. Are you a wresslers wife? Wives and girlfriends gotta go in a separate entrance, wait here and ah’ll call somebody to escort ya to one of da luxury boxes. Gimme a second to call it in. (Trying to set a good example for her impressionable daughter, Krista makes a great effort to remain calm while faced with this clueless security guard. It’s an effort that fails mightily) KRISTA No, no, no. I'm not an autograph hound and I'm not married to one of these pea brained meat heads. My name is Krista Isadora Duncan! I work here. GUARD (checking his list) Nope, you ain't on the list. Sweetheart, if yer just tryin to sneak in so ya can meet Zack Malibu, then... KRISTA I’ve met Zack, I don’t want to meet him again. I’m the list. Trust me. GUARD Yer as sneaky as ya is pretty. Ya ain’t on the list. Maya Mommy, I wanna drink of wader. I'm hot. I wanna sit down. I wanna drink of wader. KRISTA Mommy'll get you one, don't worry, Maya. Sir, can you check your list again. It's Krista with a K, not a C. GUARD Ma'am, Ah can check till the cows come home and the sun sets in the east, Ah ain’t gonna see yer name in on the list. Now, if you and yer little girl wanna meet one the wresslers, then tomorrow at Fox Valley Motorcars, The Saints’ll be appearin from 9 am to 1 pm to sign autographs and pose fer pictures. KRISTA I don't need to meet the Saints, thanks. GUARD Ya sure? (Krista sighs as she prepares to explain her case one more time.) Maya (tugging on Krista’s skirt) Mommy... (Krista turns towards Maya and shoots her a ice cold glare.) KRISTA Maya, forget about the damn water!! (A drama queen in the making, Maya drops to her knees and starts bawl her eyes out! An exhausted Krista has to use what energy she has left to console her daughter while trying to explain to the security guard that she's a member of the roster.) GUARD Lady, the show started over an hour ago. If ya were on the roster, ya woulda been here earlier. KRISTA (still trying to comfort Maya) I know, I know. I missed my flight because Maya told the security people that I had a bomb in my luggage, and they had to search me and go through my bags and find out where I lived, and if I had any ties to terrorists organizations and can I just go inside? GUARD Ya took a bomb in yer suitcase?! KRISTA No, Maya was mad because she drew me picture of Buttercup from the Power Puff Girls, but I couldn't look at it because I was arguing with the lady at the ticket counter at the airport because she couldn't find my....Oh why am I telling you this? You obviously don't care, and you're not going to let me in no matter how much I beg, so whatever.... (Krista gives up her fight and prepares to head out. Soaked by the rain, Kirsta scoops Maya into her arms. She tries to pick up her suitcase at the same time, but carrying an antsy five year old girl and a beat up five pound suitcase proves to be far to difficult a task. Maya starts to slip out of Krista's arms causing her frustrated mom to drop her luggage to the ground in order to catch her. Krista can only shake her head as she watches the zipper on the luggage come undone, and all her clothes and personal items fall into a puddle, drenching themselves in muddy water.) Maya (still crying) I wanna drink of wader. (Things start looking up just a tad when Krista's tag team partner, Alix Spezia comes running through the arena door.) ALIX Krista! GUARD (Turning towards Alix) Morning Ms.Spezia. Maya Auntie Alix! (Maya stops crying and forgets why she even was shedding tears in the first place. The little girl runs to give Alix a big hug! With Maya's arms wrapped around her waist, Alix walks over to Krista, and holds an umbrella over her while Krista bends over to pick up her stuff) ALIX Krista, where've you been? KRISTA I'm sorry, Al. ALIX The show is like almost over! I had my match already. We waited forever for you to show up! Bill Watts is pretty mad. He even chewed me out. They made me tag up with some guy named Scotty Riggs. He looked like a pirate on crack. Have you ever seen him wrestle? Are you okay? Why are your clothes in a puddle? What's Maya doing here? Why are you standing in the rain? Why are you talking to Ned the wacko bum? KRISTA (looking at the Guard(?) ) Ned the wacko bum? ALIX Oh, I didn't tell you about him? Yeah, whenever we come to Chicago Ned stands outside the arena dressed like a security guard and tells everyone who tries to enter that they aren't on his "list." Really his list is just a page from a 1970's issue of Time magazine. It got so bad with Ned and he became so diligent in his “dutyâ€, that we have to enter on the other side of the building now. (Alix starts to chuckle, but stops short when she sees that Krista ain’t laughing) Wait, have you been out here fooling with Ned the whole time? KRISTA Alix? ALIX Yeah? KRISTA I want a drink of water. (Go to break) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted September 13, 2016 Author Report Share Posted September 13, 2016 (Return from break) COLE It's now time for a HUGE preview to Sunday night's War Games battle, as Crystal, Sly Sommers, and Northstar will do battle with all three members of the Thrillogy! COACH Everyone here has their own distinct feuds and battles that they want to wage, but the teamwork that they'll have to display tonight will have to stay until Sunday, as you can't win War Games by yourself. CABOOSE And let's not forget that, by the end of this night, the Thrillogy WILL reveal their fourth member! And let me tell you, this guy is one to be reckoned with! COLE If you know who he is, why don't you tell us? CABOOSE Um...I don't want to! COACH Anyway, let's go to the ring! ("Nothing" starts up, and Zack Malibu, Calvin Szechstein, and Hoff come out on the aisleway, with Candie following them.) BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with TV time remaining as its time limit. Introducing first, weighing in tonight at a combined weight of 665 pounds...they are the team of Calvin Szechstein, the 24/7 Champion Hoff, and the OAOAST World Champion Zack Malibu....they are the THRIIIIIIIILLLLOOOOOGY! COLE As much as I hate them, if you were to ask me to put together an OAOAST Dream Team based on skill and chemistry, these three would be it. ("Set It Off" starts up, and Crystal, Northstar, and Sly run down to the ring...) BUFFER And their opponents... The opposition don't waste any time, as they slide into the ring and pounce down upon the Thrillogy with fists a-fury. *DING* *DING* Repeated punches to the faces of the Thrillogy members send them back to the ropes. Crystal, Sly, and Northstar then perform triple stereo Irish whips to send them to the other side. The Thrillogy reverse all three Irish whips, but the faces leapfrog the Thrillogy on the way back. Crystal, Sly, and Northstar come off of the ropes on the other side, and slide underneath their opponents' legs. The Thrillogy then turn around and walk right into triple-stereo superkicks! COLE What action thus far! Zack and Calvin go flying to the outside, while a dazed Hoff stays inside of the ring. Crystal goes for a kick to Hoff's mid-section, but he grabs her foot and flips her over. Right then, Sly and Northstar charge at Hoff and send him over the top rope and to the floor with a double-clothesline! The Thrillogy then regroup on the floor, as Sly, Crystal, and Northstar pump up the crowd and themselves inside of the ring! COACH Sly, Crystal, and Northstar are ON tonight! The referee won't let the Thrillogy's competition go to the floor to break up their meeting of the minds, so they frustratedly have to wait in the ring. They decide to let Northstar start off in the match, as the Thrillogy go to their corner and let Calvin start. Both men lock up collar-and-elbow style, and Calvin brings Northstar down and over with an armdrag, and then mockingly does jumping jacks. Northstar brushes it off and gets up. Both men then lock up again, and Northstar wins the struggle with an armdrag of his own. He then mocks Cal with jumping jacks of his own. COACH Turnabout is fair play. Calvin angrily gets to his feet and charges at Northstar. But, Northstar sidesteps and then dives over to bring him down with a schoolboy........1.........2.......kickout! Northstar immediately hooks Calvin in a front facelock as he rolls out of the pin. Calvin twists himself out and reverses with a wristlock. Northstar then rolls forward and reverses with a wristlock of his own. Calvin then tries the same, but Northstar rolls with him to keep the wristlock on. CABOOSE Isn't that cheating in British Columbia? Calvin eventually gets out of the hold by scoring with a single-leg takedown. But, Northstar immediately kips up and shoves Calvin down in the process. Calvin gets up and charges at Northstar, but gets hiptossed for his troubles. Calvin comes back up to his feet and walks into a dropkick. He comes back up again and gets armdragged, which Northstar then transitions into an armbar on the mat. COLE Arm-BAR! Calvin kips up, but Northstar keeps ahold of the arm and armdrags him over again. Calvin comes back up and charges at Northstar, but Northstar leapfrogs. Calvin comes off of the ropes, but gets caught with a go-behind into a backslide.......1........2........kickout! Both men back up, and Northstar immediately scores with a small package......1...........2.......kickout! Northstar hops up, grabs Calvin in a front facelock, and drags him to the corner, where he tags in Sly. Calvin immediately slithers out, runs to his corner, and tags in Hoff. COLE I think Calvin might be a little...afraid of Sly. Hoff sticks his hand in the air, wanting a Greco-Roman knucklelock. Sly teases throwing his hand up to lock knuckles, but then dropkicks Hoff to send him back to the ropes. Sly then lights Hoff up with a series of chops. He then goes for the Irish whip, but Hoff reverses. Hoff lifts Sly on the way back and brings him over with a snap powerslam. Hoff then stomps Sly on the back and pulls him up. Hoff lifts Sly above his head, and scores with a Gorilla press toss! COACH What power by the big man! Hoff pulls Sly up and tosses him into a neutral corner. Hoff then goes to the center of the ring, charges forward, and nearly caves in Sly's chest with a clothesline! Hoff then grabs Sly by the under-arm and tosses him to the center of the ring! Hoff lifts Sly up, puts him over his right shoulder, and drops him with a snap Bulldog Slam. Hoff goes for the pin... 1... 2... kickout. Hoff tosses him into the Thrillogy corner, and charges his shoulder into Sly's stomach twice. Hoff then tags out to Zack. Zack goes to one knee, and Hoff slams Sly back-first onto the knee. Zack then pulls Sly up and slams him to the mat. Zack comes off of the ropes and connects with a power drive elbow drop. Zack immediately gets up and nails a jumping legdrop right across Sly's throat. Zack goes for the cover............1...........2..........kickout! Zack pulls Sly up and delivers a forearm strike to the side of his face. CABOOSE That's the way to do it! Zack then gives Sly an STO Backbreaker, pulls him up, and shoves him into the Thrillogy corner. Zack connects with three side shin kicks to Sly's stomach before tagging out to Hoff again. Zack pulls Sly to the center of the ropes and whips him off. Sly comes off of the ropes, Zack leapfrogs Sly, and Sly runs right into a stiff clothesline from Hoff! COLE Ouch! Hoff goes for the cover.... 1... 2... Kickout. Hoff then grabs Sly with both hands by the throat and tosses him into the Thrillogy corner. Hoff then charges with a corner avalanche, but Sly ducks and Hoff misses. Hoff then backsteps into a schoolboy........1......2......kickout. Hoff rolls backwards onto his feet and connects with a stiff rising clothesline. Hoff keeps ahold of Sly by the wrist and tags in Calvin. COACH Nice to see that Calvin will only tag in when his fears are wiped out. Calvin kicks Sly in the head before Hoff lifts Sly up. Hoff then hooks Sly in a reverse facelock and nails a reverse suplex. Calvin then comes off of the ropes and connects with a falling fistdrop to the spine. Calvin pulls Sly up, and lifts and drops him with a side suplex. Calvin keeps ahold of Sly, gets to his feet, and drops Sly with a second side suplex. Calvin keeps ahold of Sly again, pulls him up, and brings him down with a Russian legsweep. CABOOSE Tremendous chain of maneuvers there by Calvin... Cal goes for the cover... 1.... 2... Kickout. Calvin pulls Sly up, leans him against the ropes, and connects with two European uppercuts. He then lifts Sly up and slams him down with a sitdown Catatonic. Calvin pulls Sly up and brings him over with a bridging Northern Lights suplex... 1... 2... Kickout. Calvin pulls Sly up and goes for a suplex, but Sly connects with two punches to the stomach after blocking the suplex, and reverses it into a front-fall neckbreaker. Calvin crawls away holding his neck as Sly's still dazed, and is able to tag in Hoff. Sly gets up and charges at Hoff to go for a monkey flip, but he overleaps and Hoff is able to reverse it into a waterwheel slam (Alabamaslam). Hoff keeps ahold of Sly's ankle and rolls him backwards and back onto his feet. He then whips Sly off to the ropes, and sends him down with a jumping shoulderblock. CABOOSE This is getting pathetic! COLE Sly's back must be hurting bad right now. Hoff pulls Sly to a sitting position and kicks him in the spine before pulling him back to his feet. Hoff then hooks Sly's arms, and nails a butterfly backbreaker. Hoff goes for the pin... 1.... 2.... Rope break. Hoff then pulls Sly up, and lifts him for a suplex. He holds Sly in the air for over ten seconds before dropping him. Hoff then keeps ahold of Sly and turns it over. Hoff hooks Sly's leg and lifts him in fisherman's position. He holds Sly in that position for about ten seconds before briding back with the fisherman's suplex... 1... 2... Kickout! Hoff lifts Sly up and locks in a bearhug. As he squeezes the life out of Sly, he mockingly steps to the faces' corner to offer them a tag in before quickly stepping backwards. Hoff then turns around, charges forward, and gores Sly into the Thrillogy corner. Hoff then tags in Zack. Zack and Hoff whip Sly off to the ropes. Hoff knees Sly in the gut on the way back, and Zack nails a jumping knee to the side of Sly's head. Zack pulls Sly up as Hoff leaves the ring, and nails the Hero Sandwich #2 (Catatonic backbreaker)! COACH Nice move, as much as I hate the guy doing it... Zack then floats over into a camel clutch. Zack cranks it in as Sly reaches outward. Sly can't get to the ropes, so he slowly starts to make his way to his feet. He clutches Zack in a piggyback position as he gets to both knees. He then rises to his feet, and falls backwards! Sly lets go, and both men slowly crawl to their corners... COLE Come on, Sly! You can do it! Zack tags out to Calvin, as Sly tags out to Northstar! Both men come into the ring, and Northstar clotheslines Calvin down. Northstar pulls Calvin up and whips him off to the ropes. He lifts Calvin and nails a high back-body drop. Calvin gets up and walks into a bodyslam. Calvin pops back up and gets sent back down with a punch to the face. Northstar pulls Calvin up and whips him to the ropes. Northstar then his a snap powerslam! He pulls Calvin up and nails a snap suplex. COLE It seems as if Northstar's had Calvin's number the entire match! Northstar pulls Calvin up and tags in Crystal. They both whip Calvin off to the ropes. Calvin then runs into a double-boot to the stomach. They then come off of the ropes on opposite ends of the ring, and sandwich Calvin's head with dropkicks. He goes down. Crystal goes up top. When Calvin stumbles to his feet, Crystal connects with a top rope missile dropkick! COLE niceNICE! Calvin stumbles to his feet in a bent position, and Crystal nails a flipping neckbreaker. Crystal pulls Calvin up, and whips him off to the ropes. She then sends him back down with a flying forearm. She goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Crystal then pulls Calvin up, and goes for a reverse DDT. But, Calvin twists around and reverses with a reverse suplex. Calvin shakes himself off as both competitors get to their feet. Calvin then delivers a series of stiff chops to Crystal's chest that send her flying back into the Thrillogy's corner. Calvin then grabs his crotch in the direction of Sly and Northstar, causing them to come in and distract the referee in the process. Zack and Hoff then enter the ring. Hoff lays down on his back with his knees up, and Zack and Calvin bring her down chest-first onto them with a flapjack. COACH Brutal! Hoff slaps his hands in the air as the other two leave the ring to signal a fake tag as the referee turns around. Hoff then pulls Crystal up and stands her up using the ropes. He then connects with three stiff forearm strikes to her chest. He then whips her off to the ropes. She gets a slight wind and goes for a bodypress, but Hoff catches her, and twists her from slam position to drop her with a suplex. CABOOSE That's how a man does things! Hoff goes for the pin... 1... 2... Kickout. Hoff then lifts Crystal up by the throat and lifts her with a gorilla press. He then drops her with a vicious gutbuster! Hoff then puts her head in between his legs, lifts her and slams her down with a huge powerbomb! He keeps ahold of her legs, and lifts her in spinebuster position. He then drives her down with an Angry Man Slam (front spinebuster)! COACH DAMN! Hoff then pulls her off of the mat in slam position, and tosses her with a fallaway slam! Hoff goes for the pin... 1... 2... Kickout. Hoff then pulls her up with a front facelock. He then hooks her arm and slams her down with a single-underhook suplex. Hoff rolls through, pulling Crystal up with him, hooks her differently, and nails a standing uranage slam (chokeslam-like Rock Bottom)! Hoff then stalls while pulling Crystal up by the hair. He then whips her off to the ropes. She ducks a clothesline attempt, comes back, and scores with an incredible flying headscissors into a tornado DDT! COACH What agility! Both competitors get to their feet, and Crystal connects with a jumping enziguri to the back of Hoff's head! Crystal then whips a dazed Hoff to the ropes. When he hits the ropes, Calvin blindly tags himself in. Crystal dives at Hoff, but he catches her. Calvin then springboards to the top rope, and him and Hoff nail a version of the Hart Attack on Crystal! Calvin then cockily covers her... 1... 2... Rope Break. Calvin pulls her up, and whips her to the ropes. He catches her with a punch to the stomach. He then comes off of the ropes on the side, and nails a running kick to the side of her head. The impact makes her spin around, and she walks right into a Flatliner. Calvin then turns her over and nails a jumping kneedrop across her throat. He then kneels down with his shin across her throat. He gets up at the referee's four-count, despite denying any choke. CABOOSE He wasn't choking her, you biased idiot! Calvin pulls Crystal up, and nails a butterfly suplex. Calvin then rolls through and locks in a Misawa facelock (butterfly lock). Calvin then yells something involving the f-word at the faces, and that causes Northstar to try and come into the ring. As the referee is distracted, Zack Malibu enters the ring and stomps on Crystal's back as she's in the Misawa facelock. COLE Turn around, ref! Calvin runs outside of the ring as the referee turns around to see Zack pinning Crystal... 1... 2... Kickout! COACH He didn't even tag in! Zack angrily pulls her up and slams her over with an Exploder suplex. He goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Malibu tosses her by the hair into the Thrillogy corner and tags out to Hoff. Hoff goes to the center of the ring. As she rises to her feet, he charges at her and delivers a brutal charging back elbow to her face! Hoff then lifts her and brings her down with a Samoan Drop. Hoff lazily goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout. Hoff pulls her up and whips her off to the ropes. He goes for a tilt-a-whirl slam, but she reverses it into an octopus hold! But, Hoff uses his power to reverse that into the side slam. Hoff then pulls her up by the wrist and delivers a short-arm clothesline! Hoff pulls her up again, and gives her an even stiffer short-arm clothesline. Hoff pulls her up by the wrist once more, and gives her a third short-arm clothesline! COLE A Trifecta of OUCH! Hoff pulls her up, puts her hand in between her legs, and drops her with a Wrist Clutch Exploder! Hoff then pulls her up and drags her to the Thrillogy corner, where he tags Zack in. Zack and Hoff whip her off to the ropes, where they catch her with a Harris Bros.-style H-Bomb, but spin her onto her face. Zack then locks in a crossface submission. Crystal slowly fights her way to the ropes. Zack tries putting the brakes on her, but he can't and she gets to the ropes! COACH Atta-girl! But, Zack doesn't let go of her. He pulls her up, locks in a cobra clutch and brings her down with an inverted Russian legsweep. Zack pulls her up and goes for a powerbomb. But, she rolls over his head and brings him over with a sunset flip... 1... 2.... Calvin breaks it up. Calvin then drags Zack over to the Thrillogy corner and tags himself in. Calvin then rushes and grabs Crystal to pull her up. He puts her on his shoulders and drops her with a TKO. He goes for the pin... 1... 2... Kickout! Calvin rolls Crystal onto her stomach. He hooks his arms around her legs, flashes a smile the sends her flying backwards with a wheelbarrow suplex! He stands up, raises his hands and leans backwards trying to soak in the cheers of the fans. CROWD You suck! You suck! You suck! Calvin turns his attention back to Crystal who’s using the ropes to pull herself up. She furiously kicks at him but Calvin effectively cuts off her weak comeback attempt by grabbing her arm pulling her towards him and kneeing her in the gut! Obviously hurt, Crystal doubles over and slowly staggers sideways. The crowds chants of “you suck†grow louder but Calvin refuses to be distracted by their ignorant claims. Instead he keeps Crystal on the defensive by clubbing her in the back. He hooks her arms, the then lifts her upside down then kneels down driving the back Crystal’s neck with an underhook pile driver. CABOOSE That’s known as the Tiger Driver 91. COACH It should be called the move that made wanna kill Calvin! CAL falls on top of Crystal for a pin 1 2 KICK OUT! The crowd breathes a sigh of relief as the ref holds up only two fingers. Surprisingly, Crystal who appeared to be off in la-la land was able to escape near defeat. Calvin doesn’t let the kick out phase him one bit. He simply picks Crystal up and whips the OAOAST’s top face into the ropes. He catches her on the rebound, spins her around in front of him so that she’s upside down. Calvin tries to hit a tilt a whirl pile driver BUT Crystal counters with an arm drag drawing a huge pop from the crowd! COACH Come on Crystal! Guys, this could be a major turning point in the match. Unaffected by such a simple move, Calvin charges at Crystal. The blonde bombshell’s waiting for him however with a boot to the gut! The other two members of the Thrillogy look on in horror as Calvin is floored with a DDT!!!! CABOOSE Calvin! You can’t let a DDT put you out! Get up! Realizing that if she doesn’t make a tag to one of her teammates, she’ll risk much more then a loss, Crystal starts a long crawl to her corner. Calvin does the same. Fortunately for the Thrillogy Calvin’s in much better shape then Crystal so he makes it to his corner quicker. He slaps hands with world champion Zack Malibu bringing him into the match! Zack rushes over to Crystal and grabs a hold of her leg. With huge effort he tries to drag her back towards the center of the ring, but the tough as nails Crystal resists! Instead of being taken back to the Thrillogy’s corner to be made into a victim, Crystal turns her body around and BOOTS Zack right in the kisser! Zack falls to ground clutching his mouth! Free from Zack’s grasp, Crystal lunges forward and makes the HOTTEST TAG to Northstar! An enormous pop greets Northstar as he enters the ring. He starts to head over to a fallen Zack but stops short when he spots Hoff coming at him with a clothesline! Northstar gives Hoff a taste of his own medicine when he catches Hoff’s arm and drives him straight to the deepest level of HELL~! with a MUTHAFUCKING ROCK BOTTOM! Hoping to avoid more punishment Hoff rolls out the ring. In his place comes Calvin! Calvin and Northstar exchange colossal punches! Calvin decides to play dirty by raking Northstar’s eyes, putting the former GM at a disadvantage. Calvin grabs the back of Northstar’s highlighted blonde and black hair and tosses him out of the ring! COLE First Hoff comes in and now Calvin? CABOOSE Team work. Team work. Sly HAS SEEN ENOUGH of this team work bullshit for one night! He storms into the ring and LEVELS his former mentor with a super kick right to the jaw! Calvin is down and he is out once Sly pushes him out of the ring! The sell out crowd is on their feet chanting Sly’s name. Sly turns his attention to Zack Malibu, who turns Sly into a Sylvi with a low blow. Sly crumples over and Zack gets up, stepping back in order to get a head start before running forward and drilling Sly in the side of the head with a ZACK ATTACK~!, knocking the boy from Bayside through the ropes and to the floor! COLE One of the legal men, Northstar is out. Sly’s out too. Does that mean Crystal has to continue for her team? CABOOSE I hope so, just so I can see that overrated silicone bag get snapped in two! Seeing that everyone is down and out around the ringside area, Malibu turns towards Crystal, who's leaning in the corner, recovering. Malibu yanks her out of the corner by her hair, mouthing off to her before shoving her head under his arm, preparing to lift her up for a certain doom known as the FALLING STAR DRIVER~!...but Crystal takes his legs out from under him, and goes for THE CRYSTALLING~!...but Malibu kicks her down with both of his feet! Zack rolls to his feet, but as soon as he's up, Crystal lunges forward, knocking the wind out of him as she surprises him with a spear! Crystal hammers Zack across the forehead, as the crowd eats it up, happy to see their one time hero getting what he deserves. Crystal gets up off Zack and raises her arms up, screaming to the crowd that adores her so...but then gets distracted by Candie, who jumps up on the apron and starts bitching Crystal out! COLE Get her down, ref! CABOOSE Speak for yourself, Queer Eye...at least let me get something worthwhile out of the women in this fed...a good old catfight! Candie continues to berate Crystal, who calmly goes over, nodding her head along with Candie's complaints...and then takes her by the hair and pulls her over the top and into the ring! The crowd is ecstatic as now the P.O.P. Princess is walking around the ring in a daze, set up just perfectly for Crystal to spear her tanned ass to hell! Candie rolls on the ring mat, clutching her ribs, and Crystal rolls her out to the floor, letting her drop down off the apron without support and crashing to the concrete below. Also outside, the recovered members of both The Thrillogy, as well as Sly and Northstar are all up on their feet, and have paired off with each other, brawling around the ringside area! The fans are on their feet as the referee has lost all control of this matchup, sliding outside of the ring and running back and forth, trying to break up the fights between the other competitors. After Candie is disposed of, Crystal turns back towards Zack, who waits on her, eyes wide, and goes for SCHOOL'S OUT~!...NO! Crystal grabs his leg, and sweeps the other one out from under him....THE CRYSTALLING~! CRYSTAL HAS IT LOCKED ON! MALIBU IS SQUIRMING LIKE MAD, BUT HE'S NOWHERE NEAR THE ROPES! Crystal leans back, putting as much pressure on as she can, knowing that she can make Zack tap, until... THE LIGHTS GO OUT~! CABOOSE Get your hand off of that, Cole. I don't swing your way. COLE Would you shut up!? What's going on here! What's with the blackout!? Suddenly, during the blackout, the sound of "Pompeii" is heard, and fans pop not due to a liking, but more out of recognition, as ST. ANDREW appears on the ramp, illuminated by a sole spotlight! COLE My God, it's Saint Andrew! Could he be the fourth man on The Thrillogy's team this Sunday? CABOOSE Why else would he be out here, you twit? Of course he is! St. Andrew, who stands silently, a stoic look on his face, then bows his head in prayer. As he does this, the lights come up... AND GIBRALTAR IS STANDING IN THE RING IN FRONT OF CRYSTAL~! COLE GIBRALTAR! COACH I don't like this Mikey! CABOOSE I do! Crystal looks up, as she still has Zack in The Crystalling...but immediately finds a huge hand wrapped around her throat, as Gibraltar yanks her up off of Zack with ease, holding her with one arm, and then chokeslamming her down to the canvas! Sly Sommers immediately slides into the ring, running towards the monster...but runs right into a big boot instead! COLE He's just decimating the fan favorites here tonight! Northstar jumps up on the apron, then climbs the turnbuckle behind Gibraltar, coming off with a missle dropkick to the back of the big man's head...and it may have moved him a step or two, maximum! Gibraltar turns around, seeing Northstar getting up, and wraps both hands around his throat, lifting him up into a neck hanging tree slam and then tossing him violently into the corner, turning Northstar's spine into Jell-O! The crowd pops loudly again, as AJ Flaire has arrived on the scene, nailing St. Andrew in the back with a steel chair and then charging down the aisle, swinging the chair like a madman! Hoff and Calvin cower away, with Hoff also blocking AJ from getting near Candie while swinging that weapon, but AJ makes a beeline for the ring, sliding under the ropes and coming up face-to-chest with Gibraltar! AJ cocks his arms back, bringing the chair around and smacking Gibraltar upside the head...and it merely draws a shrug out of the big man! AJ looks on in bewildered fear, as Gibraltar takes the chair from him, throws it aside...THEN BRINGS HIS ARM AROUND WITH A LARIAT THAT SPINS AJ INSIDE OUT! COLE My God, Zack Malibu has found a one man wrecking crew! As if he's heard Cole talking about him, a recovered Malibu staggers to the ropes, calling on Buffer to toss him the mic. Fans boo loudly and start pelting the ring with cups, hot dog wrappers, and any other garbage they have, as Zack is joined by the rest of The Thrillogy in the ring. MALIBU Well, I guess the wait is over. Hell, even those so called "journalists" on the web didn't see this one coming! Hell, I even saw one moron say that the fourth person was going to be Candie to even out the "gender issues". Idiots. Anyways, the non-important matters aside...say hello to my not so little friend, everybody! Say hello to a man, a machine, and a monster, all rolled into one. Say hello to Hell. Say hello to THE END of Sly Sommers, Northstar, AJ Flaire, and this good for nothing tramp right here! I warned you all, oh so long ago, you do NOT underestimate me! Do you know who I am? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!? Zack's psychotic plea for attention draws major boos from the crowd, as his bruised teammates, and his newfound ally stand behind him. MALIBU I am Zack Malibu. I am the World Heavyweight Champion. I am the man who makes things happen around here, and I have made a deal with the devil. I have given you Hell On Earth tonight, and the bad thing for you is that this was just a taste of what's going to happen on Sunday. This is an animal that THRIVES on war. He feeds on the blood of the innocent! Come Sunday, the war is over...and so will your lives! Malibu drops the mic, as "Nothing" starts up, with the fans jeering the hell out of the hated collection of people in the ring. COLE This Sunday, the OAOAST goes to war, and mark my words, things will never be the same! Folks, join us Sunday night for The Great Angle Bash, because it may very well be the last time you could see one of these superstars in action! (The camera shows The Thrillogy and Gibraltar exiting the ring, then pans back to the ring, showing the four fallen bodies of the babyface War Games team, that final image sticking in our head as we fade out on another edition of HeldDOWN~!) C-ya! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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