Chanel #99 Posted March 14, 2013 Report Share Posted March 14, 2013 THE FOLLOWING PROGRAM IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLYPRESENTED IN HDEARLIER TODAY At the back entrance of the arena, the Champ is here! Yeah, I know, I hate that phrase with a passion too. But, it's true, Landon Maddix is here, weaving his way through the cars in the parking lot deep in conversation with Megan Skye. So deep that he almost doesn't notice Stephen Joseph Popick in his path, just about managing not to bump into him. POPICK Hey Champ, how's it going? I hope you brought your gear tonight. MADDIX (confused) And why's that? POPICK Take a wild guess. Looking around nervously for any sign of The Lightning Crew, Landon sees that the coast is clear. Then, a lightbulb seems to go off over his head and he has that wild guess... to himself, before realising just how wild it is. MADDIX Nah. After last week, I'm guessing my turn on the Handicap Match coaster is null and void. POPICK Tha Puerto Rican wouldn't team with Zack Malibu if he were the last man alive. No, it's even better than that. See, Stephen Joseph Popick is officially back out of retirement... uhm, again. And I'm starting my comeback right at the top! With you, tonight, one on one. MADDIX Non title? POPICK Oh, yes. But only because that belt has Tha Puerto Rican's name on it in three days time. Believe me, if not for that fact, I'd take that title tonight, no sweat. I'm a former OAOAST World Champion myself you know. Landon glances over at Megan, who confirms that it's true. MADDIX Wonders'll never cease. POPICK Yeah, well, clearly you need to brush up on a little OAOAST history. And I'll be more than happy to give you a little history lesson tonight. Oh and, I shouldn't forget, PR told me to tell you, he'll be watching tonight. Yeah. He'll be watching in his locker room. With Cuban Wall. And Mr. Boricua. And Vitamin X. He'll be watching very closely. Gulping, Landon starts to get a little antsy. MADDIX Good. Good for him. Good to have friends. Yes. I'll... see you in the ring, later. Reaching behind him and grabbing a hold of Megan's wrist, Landon quickly scoots off with her in tow, Popick watching on with a big smile on his face. MEGAN I think we need a new plan. MADDIX How about this one- hide until main-event time. Come on.FADE OUT As Party Like a Rockstar plays the opening video rolls, highlighting the adrenaline-charged, mile per minute action OAOAST HeldDOWN has become famous far, while showcasing several of its primary superstars. We're moved into a sold out arena where thousands of Nashville fans have come to witness their favorite OAOAST superstars. A soft orange spotlight hangs over the ring, providing illumination to an otherwise darkened arena. Standing in front of this ring are Johnathan Coachman and Michael Cole, each dressed in their usual dark orange polo shirts and khaki pants. COLE Ladies and gentlemen, the OAOAST welcomes you to Nashville, our final stop before Zero Hour, the most highly anticipated September pay per view in all of sports and entertainment. COACH Damn, Mikey, I've had dawgs I haven't seen since pre-k, rolling up on me, acting all friendly and shit, acting like can I hook 'em up with Zero Hour tics. Naw, Zero Hour has been sold out since the hour those bitches went on sale! COLE The importance of Zero Hour is not to take away from tonight. We'll have several tag team matches on tap for you, as well as a huge announcement from Anglesault, along with our promised mainevent of Popick taking on world champion Landon Maddix in a non title bout. All that and more on OAOAST HeldDOWN. Stay tuned!COMMERCIAL Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted March 14, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 14, 2013 We return to live action with a pair of jobbers situated in the ring. I hope they're jobers, or else the talent relations department must have an awful budget.*WHIIIR!* *WHIIIR!* The wailing sirens drive women out of their seats and towards the guardrail as Robert Palmer's "Bad Case of Lovin' You" plays television's newest hot doctors to the ring. BUFFER The following tag team bout is scheduled for one fall. Coming down the aisle, MAX ANDERSON and STEVEN PIGLEY... THE LLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOVVEEEEE DOCTOORRRRSSSS! "YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" BUFFER Their opponents. First, from Galvaston, Texas, weighing 288 pounds...GUS GOMEZ! His tag team partner, from Macon, Georiga, 228 pounds, BILL CURLY! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Garica and Curly heel it up while the Doctors strip to their trunks. :wub: COLE This Sunday night live on pay-per-view The Love Doctors will finally get their hands on the men who have attempted to smear their good name since rejecting a proposed business deal that led to COD regaining the tag team championship. On cue, we pan up to THEODORE MONEYMAKER and CHRISTIAN WRIGHT in their private suite. COACH Spin it all you want, Cole, but the Docs are idiots for turning the Enterprise down. Just like the U.S. government bailed out Chrysler back in the day, Theodore Moneymaker offered to do the same for The Love Doctors, but they got all high and mighty. Let’s also not forget the fact they didn’t even bother repaying the loan given to them. Instead they go out and make a promotional video to hype their return to the OAOAST! * DINGDINGDING * The Love Doctors devote much of their attention to Wright and Moneymaker high above, but they’re all business once the bell sounds, as Steven Pigley demonstrates by grounding the chunky Gus Gomez with a drop toehold. Gomez rises to his feet trapped in a side headlock and shoves Pigley off to the ropes, but the good doctor makes him pay by leapfrogging a backdrop and following up with a body slam. Dr. Max tags in and staggers Gus with a series of SPINNING BACKFISTS, then a big time BAAAAACK body drop! Gomez quickly tags out, but his redneck partner doesn’t fare any better, as he’s placed in an arm-wringer upon entering. A tag is made and the Docs wring Curly’s arms, then drop him flat on his back with a double hip toss. Dr. Steven adjusts his elbow pad as Bill returns to a vertical base and clocks him with a vicious LARIAT! Another tag leads to an ANDERSON SPINEBUSTER, followed by the Docs patent GURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH!! ONE… TWO… THREE!!! * DINGDINGDING *Doctor, doctor, give me the news I've got a bad case of lovin' you BUFFER Here are your winners… THE LOVE DOCTORS! The Docs have a staredown with Wright and Moneymaker. COLE Another impressive outing for television’s hottest young doctors. You better believe Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright will have their hands full with them Sunday night at Zero Hour. COACH Yeah, but the Docs are in over their heads going up against the smartest tag team in wrestling. Teddy and CW are going to make them repay the loan with their careers. COLE Fans, the action continues right after this word from the OAOAST.THIS SUNDAY… The Heavenly Rockers appear in front of their computer generated backdrop -- halo over gold angel wings and group‘s name written above in blue letters. LOGAN Angels of Death, your date with fate is here and it won’t be seven minutes in heaven sayeth Logan Usher Mann! ABDULLAH :firing: Sister Melody, Holly-Wood. Praise Abdullah and the Heavenly Rockers! SYNTH :headbang:LIVE ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW Now to the Angels of Death and their CG backdrop -- a feminine grim reaper with the AoD name dripping off it’s bloody weapon. HOLLY Logan, you’ve said my only talent is “head banging.” Well at Zero Hour I’m going to prove how right you are when I bang your head together with Synth’s. MELODY Yeah, you meanies! This Sunday night you’re going down!SPECIAL TAG TEAM ATTRACTION… The Heavenly Rockers vs. The Angels of Death ZERO HOUR Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted March 14, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 14, 2013 We're back at the back of the building again and much like earlier, a guy and a girl can be seen walking in, lost in each other's thoughts. However, this time, the guy and the girl in question are a more unorthodox 'couple'. "Silky Smooth" Leon Rodez, with his OAOAST 6-Man Tag Team Championship belt over his shoulder, chats away to OAOAST interview personality extraordinaire Maggie Nerdly who seems intriguing interested in what he has to say. As the duo near the door to enter the arena though, they're confronted by a trio of figures, they being Leon's tag partners D*LUX and his sister Jade Rodez, walking in the other direction. Leon's conversation trails off and he quickly scoots in front of a confused Maggie just before the trio can notice him. LEON Uh, so, in answer to your, uh, question Maggie, yes I am looking forward to my 6-Man Title defence this Sunday night at Zero Hour. I always look forward to any chance to go against The Enterprise. And I'm sure my tag team partners will agree on that count. SHAYNE Oh, most definately DUDE, we're gonna kick some ass in Memphis, Tennessee and we are... JADE Uh, Shayne, I don't think they're doing an interview. Shayne, cut off in a rare moment of talking prime, sulks a little. LEON Well, sure we are! Why else would we, two completely unrelated characters in the land of the OAOAST, be talking to each other out here with no-one else around, hmmmm? JADE Uh-huh. So, where's her microphone? LEON Ah, see, here's the thing, see... uh... budget cuts! Yeah, they just extended everybody's contracts. Eighty-four active wrestlers, wouldn't you know it! Lots of downpayments. So, out go the microphones. Always the first thing to go. I just hope they spare our nameplates. JADE Leon, I know. LEON Know what? JADE Maggie texted me last week. And you texted me three days ago. LEON No I didn't. JADE You didn't mean to. But, assuming the words "BOOYAH CITY" mean something to you, although they certainly shouldn't since it's just nonsense, then you might just have sent to the wrong contact. Either that or Tyler happened to leave his phone on and I read it. I dunno. With a wry smile, Leon fist-pumps with Tyler quickly if a little belatedly, before turning to Jade. LEON Yeah, well, I don't know why I was trying to keep it a secret from you anyway. You've got so much to make up for I could sleep with all the Nerdly sisters and still be in the moral highground compared to you. And, for your information, "BOOYAH CITY" happens to be a very meaningful inside joke between myself and two of my close friends. I think we both know where you were when that inside joke originated but as I promised to try my hardest to let bygones be bygones, I shall let that place go unmentioned. Jade hangs her head a little. MAGGIE Wait, why did you sent these two a text message to let them know we had coffee last week? LEON Well, as I say, we're very close friends. SHAYNE You only had coffee? But I thought... LEON Not now Shayne, huh? Head hanging over, Jade looks up with a smile. JADE So when we agreed that you'd lay off holding the past few months with The Enterprise against me in exchange for you being less of a wannabee lothario around my friends, that didn't include Maggie? Or, was it just coffee? LEON Well, I mean... (looks at Maggie) yeah, but, uh... (looks at D*LUX) see then we, uhm... (looks back at Jade) look, there's really no safe answer here so, let's all just agree that I'm in the wrong and move on, okay? Besides, 'wannabee lothario' were your words. I don't even know what they mean. JADE Well, I think we're even. Come on guys. LEON Oh we are SO not even! JADE (walking away) Oh yes we are. LEON Oh no we're not, you come back here! If you're running off to Ned... JADE That's not funny! As Leon and Jade stride off bickering like any good brother and sister, Maggie is left with D*LUX. TYLER Come on, you can tell us. SHAYNE Booyah City? MAGGIE (a little sheepishly) The overnight stop-over. Letting out a loud cheer, Tyler and Shayne high-five. Maggie joins in with the high-fives too, albeit the teensiest bit embarrassed, as she's escorted off by a clearly detail seeking D*LUX. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted March 14, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 14, 2013 OAOAST HeldDown is brought to you byGardasil-1-800-GardasilForever Freestyle OAOAST Edition-36 incredible freestyle hits, specifically selected by OAOAST Franchise Zack MalibuTampax-That's an UpgradeGod of Thunder hits, and Thunderkid gets a huge reaction as he comes through the curtains. COLE And here comes TK, set for some tag team action! Let's go to Michael Buffer! BUFFERThe following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, hailing from Green Bay, Wisconsin, weighing in at 250 pounds...THUNDERKID!!!!! COLE And this match was made earlier in the week by Anglesault, as TK will team up with Brock Ausstin here, Coach! COACH That's right, and they'll be taking on the champ, Felix Strutter, as well as Alfdogg! TK slides into the ring, and poses on the buckles, which gets the crowd fired up. "Come on God, Answer Me. For Years, I've Been Asking You Why? Why are the Innocent Dead and the Guilty Alive? Where is Justice? Where is Punishment? . . . . . . . . . . . Or Have You Already Answered? Have You Already Said to the World, Here is Justice. Here is Punishment. Here.... In Me."Punishment by BIOHAZARD plays, as Brock Ausstin makes his way through the curtains to another big pop, doing his HAPPY HAPPY HOSS DANCE~! in the aisle. BUFFERAnd his partner, from Victoria, Minnesota, weighing in at 290 pounds... "THE CURRENT BIG THING", BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROCK AUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! Brock walks down the aisle, then hops on the apron and climbs inside, doing his dance some more, as Magnum Opus hits, and the crowd boos Alfdogg as he walks through the curtains, although there are some scattered cheers. COACH And here come their opponents! BUFFERAnd their opponents...first, weighing in at 240 pounds...he is a former THREE-TIME holder of the Heartland title, as well as a former THREE-TIME Heavyweight champion of the WORLD...ALFDOGG!!!!! COLE And Alf really the guy who has had the biggest part in the blossoming of the Heartland division over the past two years or so! He took Felix Strutter under his wing last year, and it helped wonders, as he is now a holder himself! Alf slides through the ropes, and poses, drawing boos.Je t'adore, je t'adore... The lights go out, and a pink light shines on the entryway, as Felix Strutter walks out, to boos. BUFFERAnd his partner, hailing from Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 218 pounds...he is the reigning OAOAST Heartland champion..."AFTER HOURS" FEEEEEELIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIXXXXX SSSSSTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! Strutter poses with the belt on the apron, drawing more boos, then steps through and hands it off to the referee, who calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* Alf and Brock step out, leaving TK and Felix Strutter. COLE And it'll be the Heartland champion, Felix Strutter, starting with TK! COACH And what matches those two have had this year! The two circle the ring, then tie up. Strutter gets a side headlock, but TK backs him into the ropes. He shoves off, and lets Strutter run rght into him and drop down to the mat! COACH And this team shouldn't be in there trying to match power! Strutter gets up, and gets caught in an armdrag! He gets up once again, and runs into a TK clothesline! COLE And Felix Strutter not looking well here in the early going! Strutter lands in his corner, and tags Alf, who gets caught with a foot to the gut, and a side headlock. Alf shoves TK off into the ropes, and TK knocks him to the mat with a running shoulderblock! Alf flips onto his stomach as TK backs in again, then catches him with a drop toe hold! COLE Nice move there by Alf, even after being sent hard to the mat! Alf jumps up and grabs the headlock again, but TK slips out the backdoor and applies a hammerlock! COLE And a nice counter by TK! TK drives a couple knees to the arm, then picks Alf up off the mat and tags in Brock. COLE And now it's Brock Ausstin in there! COACH And speaking of memorable confrontations, we've got Brock and Alf in there! Brock grabs Alf by the wrist, and delivers clubbing blows to the insertion of the shoulder. He then forces Alf down to the mat, maintaining a wristlock. However, Alf is able to kip up, and goes right to the eyes. He goes to tag Strutter, but Brock holds onto his grip, and pulls Alf to the mat, and back into his corner, where he tags TK. COLE And these guys look good in there, frequent tags, and only one on the other side so far! TK climbs to the top rope as Brock holds the arm out, and TK hits it with a chop! TK then takes down Alf with an armdrag, but Alf manages to reach up and take TK over in a headscissors. TK kips up to escape, then floors Alf with a clothesline! However, he backs into the ropes, and gets caught with one of his own from Alf! Alf immediately tags Strutter. COLE And now we see the champion back in! Felix hops to the second rope, but misses the elbow, as there's nobody home! TK tags in Brock, and Felix catches him in the eye coming in. Felix then whips Brock across, but puts his head down, and Brock hooks him and delivers a TIGER DRIVER~! COLE What a suplex by Brock Ausstin! 1... 2... Kickout! Brock backs into the ropes, and tries an elbow, but Felix rolls out of the way, then chokes away at Brock, breaking at the referee's four-count. He backs Brock into a corner, and delivers a CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! But it has no effect! COLE And Brock just shrugging that one off! A second CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! Again no effect, and Brock comes out firing. He whips Strutter across, and catches him in a PRESS SLAM~! Brock holds him for several seconds, before simply letting him drop. COLE And look at that strength by Brock Ausstin! Felix Strutter writhing in pain! Brock tags TK back in, who drops Strutter with a back suplex! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! TK picks up Strutter, and attempts a backslide, but releases and starts to trade blows with Alf, who has just jumped in the ring. COLE TK saw Alf coming! COACH We've got a donnybrook, Cole! All four men in there! Brock stomps Strutter until he rolls outside, then he and TK clothesline Alf over the top to the floor! COLE And the crowd loving it here in Music City! As Alf crawls back onto the apron, TK goes after Strutter on the outside. Strutter runs, and TK gives chase. Strutter slides in in his corner, and tags Alf, unbeknownst to TK. COLE I believe a tag was made right there... Alf waits to step inside, as TK is shoved off into the ropes by Strutter, then TK hops over, at which point Alf steps in and catches TK with a AA SPINEBUSTER~! COLE And there's that big spinebuster of Alf! 1... 2... Kickout! Alf stomps away on TK, then picks him up in the corner. He charges, but TK gets his foot up! COACH Nice prescence of mind by TK, getting that foot out there! Strutter jumps in, which draws Brock in for another four-way meelay...which is broken up when TK accidentally hits Brock with a BICYCLE KICK~! COACH Uh-oh! COLE A little miscommunication between TK and Brock there... Alf covers... 1... 2... Kickout! COACH And Alf's gonna feast on this, Cole! Alf picks up Brock, and delivers a snap suplex, followed by a snap legdrop! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Alf grabs Brock in a front facelock, dragging him over to his corner, and tags Strutter. Strutter goes to the top, and comes off with a blow to the lower back. He then jumps onto Brock's back, and hooks in a sleeper! COLE Oh, a nice move here... Brock walks around the ring with Strutter on his back, and eventually fades. He drops to his knees, then Strutter forces him the rest of the way to the mat. Strutter puts his feet on the middle rope for added leverage, which drives the crowd nuts, but the referee sadly doesn't see it. COACH That's a nice move, too! COLE But that's an illegal move. COACH Only if the referee sees it. Strutter does it again, and again it's missed by the referee. The referee checks the arm of Brock... ONE!!! TWO!!! NO! Brock holds through! However, Strutter places his feet on the ropes again, but this time gets caught, and the referee shoves them off! COACH Hey, he can't do that! Strutter argues the fact with the referee, then goes back to Brock. He tags in Alf, who backs Brock into a corner, and delivers a CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! And a second! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! But once again, Brock seems to not feel the effect of the blows! Alf adds a third! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! Brock starts to come out of the corner, so Alf grabs him in a headlock and rakes his eyes across the top rope! COLE Oh, wow, and that one hurts! The referee reprimands Alf, who hooks Brock, and executes a BELLY-TO-BELLY~! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Shoulder up! Strutter tags back in, as Alf traps Brock in the corner once again. Both Alf and Strutter pull Brock out of the corner by an arm, and ram him right back into it. Strutter starts throwing jabs at Brock in the corner, then starts to dance as the crowd boos. COLE And Felix not making any friends with his dancing here... COACH And I suppose they'd prefer Floyd Mayweather? Strutter snapmares Brock out of the corner, and hits a seated dropkick from behind, then covers... 1... 2... NO! Kickout! Strutter lets Brock get to his feet in the corner, then poses for the crowd, which boos. He charges, but Brock catches him on a splash attempt, then turns, and executes a BELLY-TO-BELLY~! COLE What a counter and suplex by Brock Ausstin! Amazing strength! COACH Especially after how long he's been beaten on in there! Brock struggles to his corner, as Felix does the same to his. Felix is able to make the tag to Alf, who rushes in and cuts off Brock at the last second. Alf stomps Brock a couple times, then executes a T-BONE SUPLEX~!! Cover... 1... 2... NO!!! Shoulder up! Alf scales the top rope from the inside...and attempts a MOONSAULT~! ...but Brock rolls out of the way, and MAKES THE TAG~! COLE Tag made, and TK is in there! TK catches Strutter coming in the ring, and hammers on him in the corner. He then catches Alf with a clothesline, before turning and flooring Strutter with another one! PRESS SLAM~! for Alf! COLE And Alf way up in the air... ...and DOWN! COLE ...and DOWN! COACH That's what Alf just said, Cole. Be original! TK then catches Strutter with a Fallaway slam~! Cover... 1... 2... NO!!! Shoulder up! Brock comes back and clotheslines Alf to the floor once again, then a double-team on Strutter commences. TK and Brock whip Strutter in, and catch him with a double elbow! Both men then signal for their finish, but argue over who should put it on. COACH Look at this, they can't decide who gets the win! Alf tries to sneak inside with a kendo stick, but the referee catches him, and he drops it. Brock then grabs it. COACH Oh, come on now, referee! COLE Referee busy putting Alf out of the ring, doesn't see that Brock now has possession of the kendo stick! TK holds Strutter up, and Brock measures...but Strutter escapes, and TK takes a shot to the gut! COLE And Brock hits his partner! Brock looks at TK for a minute, then sort of shrugs it off, before Strutter hits a low blow from behind...then hooks TK, and drills him with the THUNDER BAY THROTTLE~!!!!!11111 COLE And the Thunder Bay Throttle from Strutter! 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* COACH BIG win for the champion! BUFFERHere are your winners...the team of ALFDOGG and "AFTER HOURS" FEEEEEELIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIXXXXX SSSSSTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! Alf then rolls inside with a chair, shoving the referee aside, and delivers a shot to the back of Brock! COLE But that big win doesn't look to be enough for these two men! Strutter grabs the kendo stick, and he and Alf takes turns on TK and Brock. Strutter stops to pose...and Alf decks him with the chair! COACH WHOA! COLE Just like this Sunday! Every man for himself! Alf grabs Strutter's belt from the referee, then stands mid-ring with the three bodies laying around him, and raises it in the air as Magnum Opus plays. COLE And this is his match, there been two of these type matches, and Alf has won both of them! Alf lays the belt across Strutter, and departs the ring. COLE Alfdogg sending a message to Felix Strutter, as well as all the other participants in the Heartland Invitational Chamber of Hell III! COACH But Cole, we STILL don't know the sixth man! COLE We'll find out this Sunday from Memphis! Folks, when we come back, the boss, Anglesault has a huge announcement on tap!COMMERCIAL BREAK Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted March 14, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 14, 2013 We return from break focused on Cole. Not the most prettiest of sights to be focused on, but I'd still do him. COLE Folks, as promised here's the boss! Cut to AngleSault standing in front of a blue background. He is wearing a white dress shirt, black tie, gray sports jacket, a gold chain around his neck, a watch on his right wrist, and gray dress pants. The crowd cheers the moment AngleSault appears on the screen. ANGLESAULT Good evening. Over the past 5 years, the OAOAST has seen many titles come and go. By my count, there have been 16 title belts in the history of the One And Only AngleSault Thread. For a company that has only been in existence since 2002, that is quite a large number of belts. Now, as much as I love giving all the wrestlers in the OAOAST an oppotunity to obtain some gold, the fact of the matter is that as of right now, there's not enough room in the OAOAST for every title that's active. Several of our titles go months without being defended! Now, when HI-YAH was around, it wasn't too hard to simply send some champions over to that company, and have the belts be defended in Japan. But with HI-YAH no longer around, that means that those titles that are not defended are left collecting dust. Well, as owner of this fine company, I am not going to have one or two of my titles not be defended due to time constraints on HeldDOWN~! or due to a lack of challengers. We are going to do some spring cleaning around here, even though we're well into the fall, and we're going to do it this Sunday night at Zero Hour! Because at Zero Hour, you will see a match whereby the OAOAST 24/7 Championship AND the OAOAST X-Division Championship will be UNIFIED into one brand spanking new Title. AngleSault pulls out a new championship belt from behind him. It looks alot like the old WCW United States Championship belt. ANGLESAULT (CONT'D) The One And Only AngleSault Thread United States Championship! While the name may be familar, this will be a brand new Title in the OAOAST. This belt will make its debut this Sunday, September 30th, at Zero Hour. Now normally, we would have the OAOAST 24/7 Champion and the OAOAST X-Division Champion face off in a match to unify the belts. But this time, the OAOAST 24/7 Championship AND the OAOAST X-Division Championship are being held by the same person, James Riggs. Not a problem, says I. There will still be a match this Sunday, and the winner of that match will be the LAST OAOAST 24/7 Champion, the LAST OAOAST X-Division Champion, and the FIRST OAOAST United States Champion. After carefully reviewing the tapes from the past couple of weeks, I have decided that at Zero Hour, James Riggs will put the OAOAST 24/7 AND OAOAST X-Division Titles on the line FOR THE LAST TIME against...Colombian Heat! "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" ANGLESAULT So, gentlemen, good luck to both of you. Remember, no matter who wins this Sunday, I want you to be the best United States Champion you can be, because you're not just representing the OAOAST, but you're representing this great country of ours. So, once again, good luck, and may the best man win! The camera cuts to a closeup of the OAOAST United States Championship belt. Cut to Sofa Central and Double C. COLE How bout that announcement from AngleSault, fans? A new Title will debut in the OAOAST this Sunday at Zero Hour! We're saying goodbye to two titles, but saying hello to a brand spanking new one! COACH James Riggs has a chance to make history this Sunday! Not only by becoming the last man to wear the OAOAST 24/7 AND X-Division Titles, but also by becoming the first man to wear the OAOAST United States Championship! And hey, who's to say he won't do it? He's already on a roll, he's already beaten Colombian Heat twice! There's no stopping him now! COLE James Riggs and Colombian Heat will square off one more time, once again for gold, only this time it's for the United States Title! What a match-up that should be fans! The last time the OAOAST 24/7 Championship and the OAOAST X-Division Championship will ever be defended is this Sunday night, September 30th. Both titles will be merged into the United States Championship! We will crown our first ever United States Champion this Sunday at Zero Hour! James Riggs vs. Colombian Heat, an historic big time match-up, taking place this coming Sunday night at Zero Hour! But folks, stay tuned for more HeldDOWN after this!COMING UP NEXTRescue 911 Vs The Mardi Gras Homewrecking CrewNEXTCOMMERCIAL BREAK Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted March 14, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 14, 2013 COLE What a night we've seen here in Nashville, the announcement of a title unification match at Zero Hour, great tag team action, and so much more. And we still have our mainevent and another tag team bout coming up! Through the loud speakers emerges the somber piano keys of Cold War Kids' Hospital Beds. Hard pounding drum beats join it, melded with equally distressed vocals.Tell me the story of how you ended up here I've heard it all in the hospital Nurses are fussin' Doctors on tour Somewhere in India I got one friend layin' across from me I did not choose him, he did not choose me We've got no chance of recovering Sharing hospital Joy and misery Joy and misery Joy and misery The proud owners of this STUPENDOUS entrance music, Rescue 911 step through the entrance doors to a small round of polite applause. Outfitted in black trunks and red boots, and elbow pads, EMT Tim nods to the audience before heading towards the ring. His partner stares from behind thick rimmed sunglasses, clad in a pink and white Hawaiian t-shirt, and khaki pants. He then pumps his fist and joins his partner in the trip to the ring. BUFFER The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall with a televised time limit of fifteen minutes...now making their way to the ring representing the OAOAST First Responders Unit, introducing first from New York City Detective Bosley, and his partner from Peoria, Illinois, EMT Tim Cash, together they are RESCUE-NINE-ONE-ONE! COACH Detective Bosley? I thought he was just an officer! COLE He was, and we have to congratulate him on his recent promotion to detective in the vice department of the OAOAST First Responders Unit. COACH Vice department? Detective? Its not even a real unit! COLE I don't think you should talk that way about our country's heroes. COACH Are you dumb or something? What do they do? What do they respond to? Where were they when Zack got smacked around by The Lightening Crew? Where were they when CPA jumped The Love Doctors? Where were they when Abdullah through fire into his own brother's face? They don't respond to anything! They'd be perfect for the LAPD! "Easy lover She'll get a hold on you believe it Like no other Before you know it you'll be on your knees" Gone is Hospital Beds, in its place is Easy Lover. Gone is the general indifference of the fans, in its place is booing. A lot of booing. And given the loathsome appearance of the incoming tag team, its easy to see why the fans are so heated. Despite looking like he spent the last night sleeping in the parking lot of an IHOP, Rico confidently swaggers through the doors, tossing beads to the fans who all too readily toss them right back. While Rico jaws with the disrespectful audience, his more even tempered comrade concerns himself with stroking his awesome fro. COLE A huge test coming up for Rescue 911, and an even bigger test coming up for The Mardi Gras Home Wrecking Crew at Zero Hour, as they'll challenge for the One and Only World Tag Team titles held by four time champions Chicks Over Dicks. BUFFER And the opponents at a total combined weight of four hundred, ten pounds... the team of RICO DE JANEIRO and "SWEET" LUCIUS SOUL... they are, THE MARDI GRAS HOMEWRECKING CREW!!! The audience fills the arena with boos, aggravating the Wrecking Crew as they head up onto the apron. Rico tries to bribe them into silence with beads, but again has every last necklace tossed right back at him. COLE I think the Wrecking Crew are very underestimated and have sort of gone unnoticed in a strong division, despite being the last HI-YAH tag team champions. However, should they pull off a tag title victory, then that'll be a very large upset. COACH And Rico will be a bigger Brazilian hero then Pele! DING DING DING! No sooner then three seconds after the bell is rung does De Janiero drive the point of his elbow into Tango Bosley's face. However Detective Bosley shrugs the the blow aside, pointing to his MANORMOUS Franz Josef style facial hair as the source of his strength. Upset that someone would have the gall to steal his facial hair gimmick, and because Franz Josef style facial hair burns his memory, as it was the drunken abuse of his franz josef bearded stepfather at a young age that has caused him to unhealthily search for power and conquest through sexual avenues,albiet from teenage girls, Rico smashes his boot into Bosley's stomach. Watching the good officer stumble in agony brings a toothsome smile to his sleazy face. However that smile is quickly ripped away when Bosley's arm flashes forward for a lariat. De Janiero ducks beneath the outstretched arm and carries himself into the ropes. As he returns a pair of khaki pants legs horsewhip him to the canvas with a beautiful dropkick! COACH What the hell manner of monstrosity does Bosley have on his face? Rico has a pornstache, the identification card to the VIP lounge of the ultimate player's club. Do you know what Bosley's is called? A jizz catcher, and I bet you of all people already know why. Unaware that what little heat he had has been sufficiently cooled by Da Coach, Bosley launches De Janeiro into the ringposts. The Brazilian's body smashes off the turnbuckles with such force that he's involuntarily jerked forward. Yet he's drilled right back into the turnbuckles courtesy of a deadly lariat by his foe. Pain is written on every line of his wrinkled face, and agonized gurgles spill from his lips once Bosley's loafers gouge at his throat. Referee Billy Silverman gives Bosley a five count before he's forced to cease his unsportsmanlike conduct, 1 2 3 45! Silverman is quick to reprimand Bosley for not abiding to the count, making no bones about threatening a DQ. But, Bosley casually disregards the warning by whipping out his detective badge, and informing the official that this is police business. Not wishing to run afoul of the cops after the questionable incident with the turkey and the school bus of nuns, Silverman wisely backs away. COACH He..he..he..can't do that! He's abusing his power! COLE This isn't your criminology textbook from junior college, Coach. Out here in the real world of crime, the lines of abuse and justice are forever blurred. After his “police business” is conducted, Bosley releases his death grip on his foe. De Janeiro staggers out of the corner, scracely able to collect a breath, much less mount a decent fight. That's to his discredit, as he's unable to prevent Bosley from bulldoging him to the canvas. His breathless body is pushed over for a pinfall... ONE TWO But Soul enters the ring to destroy the pin. Smoothly destroy of course. He is afterall, a smooth and jive soul brother. Tempted to head back to the squad car and run a background check on Soul, Bosley instead pulls out his walkie-talkie and radios for backup, i.e. Cash. Apparently that's good enough for a tag in this match, as EMT Tim enters the squared circle with a spring board elbow drop aimed squarely at Rico's chest. His black padded elbow slices through the fortress of chest hair,and impacts harshly with Rico's pecs. A pinfall follows... ONE TWO The King Of Mardi Gras shoots his shoulder off the canvas, and promptly, his whole body follows suit. Cash meets the ascending South American with a volley of punches, but is subdued by a pair of forearm smashes. Weakened by the strikes, he can do nothing to prevent Rico from twisting him through the sky, then impaling his shoulder onto his outstretched knee with his trademark shoulderbreaker. Pleased with his lone offensive move, Rico turns to the fine females in the audience (of which there are very, very, few) and arrogantly asks “Eh, who wants a mustache ride?” Dejected that all he got from his inquiry was a hastily searched picture from Google, De Janeiro proceeds to batter Cash's face with hellish closed fist. Immediately the referee sternly warns against such tactics. This only serves to fuel Rico's anger, and he directs wrathful, Portuguese flavored threats towards a now cowering official. COLE Come on, Rico, back off! Living up to his credo to protect and serve, Cash protects Silverman from a thrashing by serving Rico with a school boy. An ultra fast count is made.... ONE! TWO! But, Rico kicks out just nanoseconds before the three. He and the EMT rise to their feet at the exact same moment, with Rico drawing first blood with a knee to the midsection. The shot doubles Cash over, and leaves him vulnerable to the elbow smash Rico aims at his forehead. Immediately EMT Tim crumples to the mat, in dire need of the same medical service he's sworn his life to provide. COACH Look at the force Rico delivered that elbow with. The man knows he has to step his game up if he wants to be a tag team champion at Zero Hour, and he's already doing it against a lowly team like Rescue 911. While Cash struggles against a fast mounting headache, De Janiero applies a tag to Lucius Soul. “KILL THE FRO! KILL THE FRO! KILL THE FRO!” the audience savagely chants, drawing a concerned gaze from the chant's target. COACH Nothing but some jealous mullet head peckerwoods round here, jealous they can't grow the hair of a proud African warrior king....man, I can't grow that hair either! Damn, these white people are right! KILL THE FRO! KILL THE FRO! KILL THE FRO! After Rico convinces him his famous hairstyle is safe from harm, Soul assists his partner in a double team. Rico hooks onto Cash's legs, then hurls him backwards, where a bicycle kick awaits from the smoothest brother in Nawlins The tremendous force of the attack throws Cash backwards, and his well muscled back is shredded by a leaping knee strike from the Brazilian. COLE I hate to say it, but The Mardi Gras Homewrecking crew are moving in perfect unison right now. COACH Mikey, they've been doing that all year! It just ain't been noticed by our fans. But its gonna get noticed right quick if they win them tag titles at Zero Hour. Its all about that getting that number one spot. Once Rico departs the ring Soul hooks Cash's leg for a pinfall... ONE TWO But Cash kicksout, earning a pop from the fans who have zero desire to ever see The Wrecking Crew win another match. He bravely rises on his own free will, but has his courageousness rewarded with a pair of kicks to his knees. The strikes from the flashy boots hit like shards of shrapnel, crippling Cash until he's brought to his knees as a whimpering and utterly useless wreck. Assured that Cash has no chance of staging any attack, the New Orleans native does a break dancing twirl to absolutely no one's delight. Far less enjoyable for EMT Tim is the basement dropkick Soul's spinning body uncoils into his face! Another pin follows. ONE TWO Bosley enters the ring to end the pinfall, but finds no need to once his ally kicks out. COLE Rescue 911 are close to losing another match, which would set them back after earning a win in their last televised match. With television spots at such a premium you don't want to be known for your ability to not win. COACH If television spots are at such a premium how the hell can we explain your presence? While Coach creates an online petition to have Cole fired (those always work!), Soul scrapes his overmatched enemy off the mat, and launches him into a neutral corner. Cash's back is slashed through by the harsh posts, dumping further misery onto his battered body. The situation grows even worse when a leaping and spinning Soul dislodges half his teeth with a Smooth Soul Brother splash! EMT Tim staggers out the corner, wondering if anyone got the liscence plate of the truck that just hit him. Unfortunately the only response he gets is a front Russian leg sweep, that's speedily rolled over into a pinning predicament... ONE! TWO! Again Cash musters up the moxy to power out of the pin, bringing out admiring applause from a few fans. Less admiring is a visibly annoyed Soul, who dumps a round of stomps into Cash's arm. Seeing a purple bruise begin to swell onto Cash's limb, stokes Soul's blood lust, and he hauls the EMT off the canvas to cause fatal damage to the bone. He crooks the arm beneath his shoulder, preparing to unleash a single arm DDT. Yet he's stricken with shock, when a suddenly resurgent Cash yanks his arm free from his clutches. So stunned by Cash's abrupt escape, Soul fails to even attempt to stop the medical technician from trapping him into a front face lock. Yet, once Cash begins to lift him for the vertical suplex, Soul rejoins us on planet earth, and violently shoves his rival to the ropes. When EMT Tim returns, the jive soul bro attempts to behead him with a leaping sidekick. But, Cash agilely rolls beneath the fast approaching missile! As luck would have it, he ends up in front of his corner where he applies a hot (and I do use that term loosely) tag to Detective Tango Bosley! Quite the hard headed youngster, Lucius retries his leaping sidekick effort on Bosley. Once again he encounters great failure, only this time its of the painful variety as Bosley wipes him out with a diving lariat! COLE Soul fought the law, and the law won! There's no time for Detective Bosley to join Cole in waxing musical with old Clash tunes, due to a two hundred twenty five pound (ten pounds of that is chest hair!) Brazilian aiming to remove his torso from his body with a shoulder tackle. Bosley expertly counters the charge by overtaking his foe with a front flip swinging neckbreaker. And just as soon as he stands, Soul is cursed by the same aerial strike! COACH Don't we have police brutality laws in this country? What about immigrant rights? You don't see the Miami PD giving out double arm DDTs to every Cuban that comes off the banana boat? The detective's momentum comes crashing to a halt when an enraged Rico violently shoves him through the ring ropes. Owing to a minor miracle, the American hero lands in a crumpled heap on the ring apron. Riddled groggy by the ambush, he staggers upright, painfully unaware this his assailant is running the ropes in order to blast him from his roost. By the time he realizes Rico's diabolical scheme, the cassanova's lariating arm is only inches away from his face. But thanks to his impressive reflexes, Bosley manages to lower the ring cables before harm can befall him. And now its De Janiero who encounters a lifetime of pain, as his forward speed flings him over the lowered cables! The fans are prepared to toast to his imminent demise, but are left wanting as he somehow succeeds in landing on his feet. Now the danger is shifted back towards Bosley, and this time its paid in full, as Rico yanks him from the apron. His clumsy landing on the outside mats proves to be his downfall, and The King of Mardi Gras flattens him with a discus punch. COACH Officer down! Officer down! Standing above his vanquished foe, Rico celebrates his moment of victory by tweaking his legendary porn stache. This, of course, does little to improve his relations with the hateful audience. “DEPORT RICO! DEPORT RICO! DEPORT RICO!”the not-so tolerant fans sing Back in the ring the clubbing forearms of Tim Cash are having their way with Lucius Soul, decimating the Louisianan's chances of victory with each vicious strike. That is until the disliked heel shatters Cash's flurry of offense with a single low blow. "OOOOOHHH!" Stunned, Cash can do nothing to prevent “Sweet” lifting him into a fireman's carry position. He tosses EMT Tim off his shoulder, and implants his knee into the man's descending head with the Fro 2 Sleep! COLE It has to be over now. It has to be! The deflated silence of the audience, and the smirk on Soul's face would indicate that everyone else shares Cole's sentiments. So academic is his impending victory, that Soul doesn't bother to do more then drape his arm across Cash's limp chest for a pin. ONE TWO Suddenly a massive pop speeds through every inch of the arena, drawing confusion onto Soul's face. The camera pans out to reveal the business suit clad Krista Isadora Duncan, seductively sauntering down the stage, deep red lips pouting alluring invitations. Noticing that she's minus field hockey sticks, croquet mallets or any other prep sports weapon, the pimp is guardedly pleased to see her“KRISTA! KRISTA!” the audience chants as the champion ascends to the ring apron. Batting her blue eyes, Krista leans over the ropes, her energetic motion enticing the wowed audience with jiggling of her luscious hooters. Soul's guarded intrigue is morphed by his libido into full on pursuit, and he throws away any misgivings about her presence. Drool hanging from the edge of his mouth he creeps closer toward her, and farther from his fast recovering rival. COACH Don't trust her, man! Despite Coach's warning, Krista rewards Soul (and the fans) for succumbing to his desires. Lips curved into a sly smirk, her arms cross her chest and teasingly paw at the hem of the thin material hugging to her voluptuous figure. In a swift motion, the busty beauty rips her jacket away, arousing her lusting fans with her beautiful breasts. The audience ignites with raw desire and roars their approval. COACH Yes suh!!! I hope D*LUX remembered to lock the bathroom door and bring in a few tissues. As predicted by everyone not named Lucius Soul his moment of distraction costs him dearly; a recovered Cash creeps behind him and drags his screaming figure into a rollup! ONE Rico tries to crawl into the ring to make the save, but is hindered by the fact that Alix has sneaked from underneath the ring to handcuff him to the ropes! TWO Though he has enough energy to scream for help, he apparently doesn't have enough energy to kick out and the ref's hand slaps the mat for a third and final time, to the arena's great joy! Even Buffer can't help but smile as he makes his announcement. BUFFER The winners of this match....RESCUE 9-1-1!FIST PUMP BY DETECTIVE BOSLEY!!! COLE What an upset! What an upset! And what a momentum killer for The Wrecking Crew heading into Zero Hour. They had this match won, and all of a sudden a school boy did them in. COACH A school boy didn't do them in! Outside interference did them in! Hot outside interference, and I'm kinda glad it happened, but bros over hoes, man. What's worse is that if they win at Zero Hour these chumps in Rescue 911 will be knocking on their door for a title shot. First The Love Doctors beat The Rockers and now Rescue 911 beats a team that actually has entrance music. If Los Conquistadors beat Team Heyross or something, I quit! While the crowd cheers for Rescue 911's surprise victory, Soul slaps the mat in frustration, unable to vocalize his anger past shrill whining. Even with Hospital Beds playing overhead, and his hand still handcuffed to the ropes, Rico can't quite fathom what happened, and just stands on the outside dumbstruck. Rescue 911 celebrate the only way they know how, safely, smartly, and securely, slapping hands with an excited fanbase. The girls simply retreat back up the ramp, holding hands, and using their free fingers to point and laugh at The Wrecking Crew's horrid misfortune. Well, Alix does, Krista just blows kisses to the cuter lesbians in the audience. COLE The Wrecking Crew have got to get this loss out of their head immediately, and make sure their minds are clear as soon as possible! *Cut backstage, where Felix Strutter is seen walking through the hallway, holding his head slightly. A voice calls his name, and he steps into Anglesault's office.* ANGLESAULT (standing up) Hello, Felix! Big win out there tonight! STRUTTER That's right, and I'll have another one for you at Zero Hour! ANGLESAULT Well, I like you confidence! But right now, I have something for YOU. Anglesault passes Felix a briefcase. STRUTTER A prize for my big win tonight? ANGLESAULT ...I guess you could look at it that way. In that briefcase is a helpful hint as to who your final opponent will be this Sunday at Zero Hour. Strutter looks intrigued, as he looks at AngleSault. ANGLESAULT Go ahead, open it! Strutter starts to open the briefcase. STRUTTER Yeah, let's see what this chump's made of... Strutter gets the case open, and a white light shines from it, but the camera doesn't pick up the source. Strutter's smile disappears, his jaw drops, and his eyes get wide. The crowd cheers, as they sense Strutter's stunned disbelief, and Strutter continues to stare into the light as the camera fades out.COMMERCIAL BREAK Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Chanel #99 Posted March 14, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 14, 2013 We're taken to the OAOAST ActionZone, where Maggie Nerdly, strangely wearing an autographed Leon Rodez hockey jersey. MAGGIE What's up ya'll, Maggie Nerdly, your girl on the scene reminding you to log on to OAOAST.com after HeldDOWN for the new show From The Turnbuckle with Marvin Nerdly, no relation, just kidding he's my bro, Tony Brannigan, Jesse Ventura, and Tony Schiavone. In this premier episode the guys will run down all the matches for Zero Hour and tell you how you can win a chance to hang backstage at Anglepalooza in January. And if that ain't enough for you, then roll on over to Afterparty with your's truly. This week Zack Malibu tells all you curious fellas how to hook up with a girl at the club, don't tell Candie, and Krista give us girls the 411 on this winter's hottest fashions. All that and a crap load of other cool stuff on OAOAST.com!FADE OUT COMING UP NEXTOAOAST PAST VS OAOAST PRESENTLandon Maddix Vs Stephen JoesephNEXTCOMMERCIAL BREAK As we return to HeldDOWN~!, "It Ain't Over For Me" by Terrence Howard immediately begins to play. Stephen Joseph Popick walks through his shower of pyrotechnics, as the people of Nashville rise to their feet and boo vociferously. And while you rush for your dictionaries or even lazier, online dictionaries, here's Michael Buffer. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first. He hails from Atlanta, Georgia. Weighing in at two hundred, twenty five pounds... tonight, proudly representing THE LIGHTNING CREW, here is the former OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion, SSSTTEEEEPPHHHEEEEENN... JJJOOOOOOOSSSSEEEEEEEPPHHHHHHH... PPOOOOOOOOPPIIIIIIIIIIIIICCKK!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COLE It is main-event time! And with just 72 hours until Zero Hour 2007, it's a tough test for our World Heavyweight Champion. COACH No doubt. Say what you will about Popick, he's a former World Heavyweight Champion. He's seen it all and done it all. He was on the pre-game show of the very first AnglePalooza, five years and a half years ago Michael. You're looking at an OAOAST Original. COLE I thought he was an Upstart? COACH A what!? COLE Exactly. SJP climbs the steps and scales the turnbuckle with one leg on top, scanning the crowd and smirking. COLE And tonight, Popick's goal is clear. Soften up the Champion for PRL, ahead of the Triple Threat Ladder Match this Sunday night. Entering the ring, Popick begins his warm-ups... BUFFER And, introducing his opponent..."PREPARE...FOR...LANDON!"...WAAAAAHHHHH... *DUM DUM* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Incubus' "Megalomaniac" gets a similarly negative reaction from the crowd, not showing any allegiance to Landon as he steps through the entrance doors. With Megan Skye by his side as ever, Landon extends his arms to the crowd and shows off the belt around his waist. BUFFER Hailing from Huron, South Dakota by way of Madrid, Spain. Weighing in at two hundred and eight pounds... he is led to the ring by his "Perfect 10", MEGAN SKYE... the reigning One and Only AngleSault Thread HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOORRRRRLLDD... LANDON! "LA CUCARACHA"... MMMMMAAAAAAAAAADDIIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXX!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Landon leaps to the apron, looking out at the crowd as Megan climbs the steps. Megan holds open the ropes and Landon bounds into the ring, spinning himself into the centre of the ring HBK style and posing with Megan. COLE Very much the old school versus the new. Landon Maddix with roughly a year of active OAOAST competition under his belt, one of our fastest rising stars to the top prize, the World Title. A first time meeting here tonight and you have to wonder how much Landon is focused on this match and how much he's looking ahead to Zero Hour. COACH If he is at all, it'll be a mistake. After passing his belt off to the referee, the Champion is ready to go. He holds the ropes open for Megan to leave... ...which allows Popick to blindsight him before the bell!! *DINGDINGDING!* COACH That's the Popick I know and love. Popick rains down the blows to the back of Landon, referee Mike Chioda yelling at him to let Landon out of the corner. Having just reaches the floor, Megan is already complaining as Popick doesn't let up. He turns Landon around in the corner, striking him with an elbow. A knee follows before SJP is finally moved back by the referee. The wily veteran is happy enough to co-operate to make himself look like a honourable guy, but more-so because it allows him another cheapshot as Landon starts to come out of the corner. Falling across the middle rope, Maddix is then sunk into a choke across the middle rope by the knee of Stephen Joseph. COLE It's not often someone out-cheats Landon Maddix. But Popick got the jump on him and he's got a pretty impressive MO in shady tactics. COACH That's why you can't underestimate him. Pulling Landon off the ropes on the five count, Popick leads him into centre ring and executes a simple back suplex. He doesn't go for a cover though, instead watching as the Champion writhes around. "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" COACH Now, what the hell does Zack have to do with this!? COLE You mean besides the Triple Threat Ladder Match this Sunday and the beatdown Popick and PRL lead the Lightning Crew in inflicting last week? A kick to the head from Popick seems to wake Landon up a little and draws him to his feet. Popick waits on him with a deep knee to the gut however, snapmaring Landon out of that and kicking him in the back with the flat of his foot. Maddix favours that as Popick continues to stalk around him, not making any sudden moves to end the match. Infact, his next sudden move is to drop to his knees and blatantly choke La Cucaracha with his bare hands! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" Breaking, SJP warns the referee off of him before picking Landon up by the head and SLAMMING it into the canvas. COLE I know I shouldn't be surprised by a former World Champion fairing well but I didn't expect this kind of start. I mean, Popick has been out of active competition for a while now. COACH But he's still in ring shape. He spars every day with Tha Puerto Rican, he trains with the rest of the Lightning Crew regularly. Popick could step right back into contention for that title any time he wanted, just like Alfdogg when he returned, just like Caboose when he returned. COLE Well, maybe he could... if not for PRL. Which is why Popick has yet to go for a cover tonight. Back up, Maddix starts to show some fight as he goes to the body with some shots. Popick fights him off with some retaliatory shots, then jams the point of his elbow into the top of Landon's head to subdue him. Grabbing the arm, Popick irish whips Landon across the ring and into the corner. Head of steam, SJP then follows in with a charge... and eats boot! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Even being beaten on by Stephen Joseph Popick can't seem to endear poor Landon to the OAOAST faithful. Luckily, he doesn't care about that. Pushing up onto the middle rope, Landon waits for SJP to close back in a step before soaring, hooking the head... ...and SPIKING Popick with a Flying DDT!! COLE WOW! COACH Popick's never faced Landon. And he didn't have that move scouted. Wanting the match to be over with as quickly as possible, Landon quickly makes a cover... 1... 2... Kickout!! Bringing Popick back to his feet, Landon looks to pay off some reciepts. A forearm shot. And another. A third... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and a knifedge chop! Popick lets out a loud groan and doubles over from the pain... ...but it turns out to be a great job of over-acting, Popick not as hurt as he made out and suckering Landon into a false sense of security, leaving him open for a open-handed thrust to the throat! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Oh, that was right to the throat there! Referee needs to get on that. COACH What's he going to do, disqualify him? Michael, in wrestling there's rules that can be broken and rules that can't. That's one you'll get a warning for right there. No more, no less and the damage is done. Popick knows that. Popick moves in on the choking Landon... ...who announces his own pantomiming by quickly going to the eyes of SJP! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE Well, that'll earn a warning too. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" Landon follows up with a chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" And another. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" Make it three. Landon now looks for an irish whip, sending Popick into the ropes and loading up with a clothesline. He telegraphs it though and Popick ducks underneath, executing a quick Russian Legsweep to take the Champion down. COLE Nice move by Popick and... uh, what the hell is this? Confusion suddenly takes over as Popick sits up and starts waving. Waving to the back, which prompts the doors to slide open and THE LIGHTNING CREW to come marching out, lead by PRL!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Well, so much for the match. This was a set-up! COACH Well duuuhh. Megan rolls her eyes, having sensed in the back of her mind this was coming all along. Laughing all the way down, PRL motions his troops ahead of him. Vitamin X jogs in front and slides in, stalking over Landon while Mr. Boricua and Cuban Wall make their way in. Suddenly though, another figure enters the ringside area. Up and over the barrier, carrying an aliminum ladder. COACH Wha... COLE IT'S ZACK! ZACK MALIBU! ZACK WAS HERE ALL ALONG! "YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The crowd erupt as Zack drags his ladder over the barricade and suddenly hurls it into the air... *CRACK!* ...LANDING DIRECTLY ON THE BACK OF MR. BORICUA'S HEAD IN THE RING!!!! Stunned, PRL slams on the brakes and watches on from the aisleway as his bigman falls down in a heap. Zack dives into the ring to retrieve his store-bought ladder, not spotted by any of the Crew until it's too late. First to notice is Vitamin X, running over as Zack takes the ladder, swinging it like a baseball bat... *CRACK!* ...AND STRIKING VITAMIN X IN THE SIDE SO HARD, HE GOES TUMBLING OUT OF THE RING!!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE OH YEAH! That's not the kind of ladder I'd expect to see this Sunday but it's damn sure doing it's job right about now! COACH Get him Wall, get him! Right on cue, Cuban Wall turns around and catches Zack coming in with the GOOZLE~ But before he can complete the Chokeslam, Zack re-positions the ladder, between Wall's tree-trunk like legs... WALL "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh... COACH Damnit, no! Wall's testicles get rattled by the ladder shot and he staggers away. Zack follows after him, a standing dropkick enough to send him the rest of the way through the ropes and to the floor. All fired up, The Franchise kicks the flimsy ladder away and dares PRL to come get him some, Tha Puerto Rican looking none too eager to get involved. Rolling from the ring seconds earlier, Popick makes an effort to make it look like he's having to hold PRL back. Zack just points the finger too them though with two simple words. 'This Sunday'. PRL exchanges words right back, typically. And all the while, Landon Maddix crouches behind Zack. COLE Wait a second... watch Maddix! COACH Zack doesn't see it! PRL plays along and baits Zack in until he's good and ready before trailing off. At which point, Zack shouts a last word of warning and turns around... ...SUPERKI... ...NO!! ZACK DUCKS!! Landon manages to adjust and land on his feet safely, scurrying from the ring as Zack dives after him. Just about escaping the ring in time, the cussing La Cucaracha jumps the barrier and fumes over not getting the kick in, Zack staring from the ring and PRL with Popick from the aisle. COLE Wow, I cannot wait until this Sunday night. These three men, all vying for one prize in a Triple Threat Ladder Match! Landon couldn't return the Superkick favours from the past two weeks tonight but who really has the momentum going into this Sunday!? Zack got some payback tonight but it's all up for grabs, Zero Hour, do not miss it on Pay Per View!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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