Chanel #99 Posted March 25, 2013 Report Share Posted March 25, 2013 PRESENTED IN HD FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY-OVER 200 COUNTRIES IN 10 DIFFERENT LANGUAGES- -TO MORE THEN TEN MILLION VIEWERS EACH WEEK- -THE OAOAST THE WORLD WIDE LEADER IN PARODY ENTERTAINMENT- (if you have not seen the star trek trailer then you suck and this intro will make no sense)THE FOLLOWING PREVIEW HAS BEEN APPROVED FOR ALL AUDIENCES BY THE MOTION PICTURE ASSOCIATION OF AMERICA We fade on a souped up hot rod speeding down a desolate Nevada desert road. The roaring engine and the sound of the tire’s screeching provide a noisy soundtrack to the visuals of dust and dirt being flung into the air. The driver’s speed pushes 90, and behind the car is police motorcycle having a monstrously difficult time keeping up with the furious pace. The car tears through a closed gate, the driver giving no concern to the “DO NOT ENTER” sign that he sends tumbling to the ground. His failure to heed the warning proves nearly fatal as the car careens dangerously close to a canyon. With no hope of braking in time before a disastrous fall the driver leaps from the front door, reavling himself to be a teenaged boy. He rolls across the gravel and dirt, encased in a cloud of dust as his car tumbles to the abyss bellow. Barely a moment is given to him to catch his breath before a police officer, decidedly futuristic in full body armor, stands towering in front of him POLICE MAN What is your name, boy? ZACK My name is Zack Malibu! OAOAST PICTURES PRESENTS The elder, grown up Zack Malibu sits inside decrepeit, miserable jail cell, looking worn down and bruised from the fight that’s put him. Beyond the rusted steel bars, stands the perfectly dressed Anglesault. ANGLESAULT (O.S.) You’ve always had a hard time finding your place in this world. Never knowing where you belong. A rapid flashing of images of Zack in both versions of The In Crowd, The Original Elite and The Thrillogy are shown. ZACK (O.S.) Why are you talking to me? ANGLESAULT I’m challenging you to be extraordinary. You were meant for something better, something special. Riding on a motorcycle in a beautiful sunset, Zack pulls up in front of what appears to be a futuristic military base, buzzing with the yellow glow of numerous lights that rest on the domed area. In the very center of this bright shinning sphere sits a gigantic space cruiser, proudly wearing the name USS ANGLEMANIA.FROM DIRECTOR PATTY O’GREEN Various images of Bohemoth are displayed, alternating between his rampages of destruction and his more calm and collected moments as the meterosexual monster. MELODY (V.O.) You always be a child of two worlds and fully capable of deciding your own destiny. The question is which path will you chose. Early twenties versions of Bohemoth and Zack stand side by side in the OAOAST locker room, gazing out into the great unknown of their soon to be legendary careers. Fighter shuttles close rapidly on the USS Anglemania, cannon fire stitching space on all sides. Expert navigation pulls the ship through perfectly mirrored rolls, but the pursuit continues. A shuttle marked with fanciful cursive writing that reads “NEW YORK’S FINEST” swoops through the stars, crossing left to right in a steep direction. Energy flares from its cannons and shield emitters on a much larger and longer space craft explode into scrap. The blue shimmer of the bay field flickers and vanish right as the shuttle slams along the deck, sending sparks and a scream of tortured metal An arid desert planet sees a crashing space shop skidding through huge plumes of sand, as thin metallic battle droids ready to open fire on its occupant. Suddenly the canopy blows, and Krista springs from the cock pit. Battle droids open fire instantly, but miss her twirling body as she unloads a cascade of blaster fire. Zack and Bo stand face to face on the bridge of the USS Anglemania. Tensions run high between both intense competitors, as worried crewmates stand ready to break up any brawl. ZACK Are you afraid or aren’t you? BOHEMOTH I will not allow you to lecture me. ZACK Then why don’t you stop me? The outer reaches of space blaze with war. Bursts of flak from destroyed ships zoom towards a fighter shuttle manned by Reject and copiloted by ThunderKid He dodges them with the grace of a trained pilot, but his every movement is followed by the blasts of cannon fire from a shuttle piloted by Alfdogg THUNDERKID This is exciting! A menacing cyberneticly enhanced version of Mister Dick stands cloaked in a pitch black robe behind the army of battle droids that are rapidly being reduced to scrap metal by Krista’s blaster fire. The fingers of his mechanical around the grip of a blaster rifle until its casing begins to creak. PRL’s ship flashes through the space battle dodging flak and turbo laser bolts, slipping around cruisers to eclipse himself from the sensor of droid fighters. PRL YOU CAN’T EVER TAKE ME DOWN! In the engineering section of the USS Anglemania, Alfdogg whirls a shinning blue spear at Reject, who narrowly avoids with a thrust of his own spear. A massive overpowering ship named ISS ENTERIRSE is rocked by heavy fire, and rolls like a bullet from a rifled slug thrower. Several crewmen rush down the hallways led by Christian Wright, their furious pace giving credibility to the emergency signs that flash on its walls. The USS Anglemania is underfire from both a The Enterprise as well as the smoldering heat between its two officers. Zack and Bo trade enraged blows as sparks of electricity blow from control panels rocked by the powerful phaser blasts. The sole being on the ISS Enterprise bridge who isn’t strapped into a chair in crash webbing, Theodore Moneymaker, stalks from side to side, floor length cape draped over his shoulders. Krista cuts through her final droid, leaving a mountain of sizzling and crackling metal behind her triumphant stance. Feisty blue eyes fall upon Mister Dick, standing a murky terrifying tower amidst the sea of bright blues and yellows. He peels back the hood of his cloak, revealing a face that’s half covered in metal and fully shrouded by abhorrence. MISTER DICK The wait is over. The legendary anthem of “Here I Go Again” booms over the state of the art Lucas Oil Stadium. The roar of the capacity crowd overtakes arena microphones as large pillars of white and blue fireworks explode on the entrance set. In the ring a sizzling collection of red, green and white pyro shoots from a metallic Anglemania logo. Far above the heads of the crowd, the sun still beats down, only slightly lowering itself to the west. The stadium is filed with frenzied fans, shouting cheers at the top of their lungs, and holding up their signs dedicated to their OAOAST Heroes. Our "wonderful" (not my words) announce team is dressed in stylish tuxedos as they sit at sofa central that's decorated with Anglemania banners. COLE Ladies and gentlemen this is Anglemania! This is the biggest event in sports and entertainment! Welcome to Anglemania eight! Michael Cole and Johnathan Coachman here and Coach every time Anglemania rolls around I get goosebumps like its my very first show. COACH I don’t blame ya, Mikey! The world is watching, all eyes are glued to the TV for the greatest show in this galaxy. We got matches that are going to make history, and you lames at home better consider yourself lucky we let the likes of you even watch a second of this event. Lucky I don’t reach through that screen and box you out like Ali did Frasier. COLE There’s no need for that. Folks, thank you for being with is on this special night, a night that will shine on in history! Let's take it over to Maggie Nerdly for an introduction to some of tonight's card. We go backstage to...MAGGIE NERDLY MAGGIE What's up, ya'll? It Girl On The Scene chilling backstage and right behind me is the tatted up bad boy of Beantown, Collin Maguire Junior, he's getting ready for his first Anglemania appearance with Spencer Reiger against Team Heyross. But before that big match can pop off, a gigantic multi team tag team gauntlet is gonna get underway for some serious change. Some of the biggest names in tag wrestling are here for this one and my broadcast partner Tony Brannigan says it could steal the show. Guys? Back to sofa central COLE Thanks, Maggie. Really looking forward to that tag team gauntlet, and I have to think that Ned and Simon will be hoping to get their hands on Mister Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright. Right now let's get to the action with a US title match pitting the champion Todd Cortez against stablemate James Blonde! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted March 25, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 25, 2013 BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen your next contest is Cucaracha Internacional versus Cucaracha Internacional, for the OAOAST UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first at this time, your special guest referee. "We're running with the Shadows Of The Night So baby take my hand, you'll be alright Surrender all your dreams to me tonight They'll come true in the end" Smiling from ear to ear, Landon Maddix strides through the entrance with arms outstretched and soaks up the atmosphere from the crowd. Nevermind that the atmosphere is all negative towards him, he's used to it by now. Maddix shows off his referee's shirt as he makes his way down the aisle, cutely personalised with a CI logo. Just incase anyone forgot the point of the match I suppose. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the leader of Cucaracha Internacional, LANDON "LA CUCARACHA"... MMMMMMMMAAAAAAAADDIIIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXXX!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COLE And the question is, just how is Landon going to call this one? He insists he's only agreed to be the referee to keep things under control, fair and friendly, as his vision for this match is. However, you KNOW that Blonde had an alterior motive behind asking Landon to be referee and remember when Cortez heard about it, he seemed happy about it too, so you wonder what he's thinking will happen. Landon makes his usual grand, spinning entrance into the ring, referee duties or not. COACH Deep down, I'm sure Landon knows what he's doing. COLE That's been a point of debate for many years, but that's another story. With his grand referee entrance over with Landon starts to lead the applause for those actually involved in the match. "The Church Of Hot Addiction hits to play out the first of them. James Blonde, outdoing his mentor by wearing a black jacket covered in what must be dozens of Cucaracha Internacional logos. Blonde makes a determined walk to the ring, although he can't seem to completely hide a smile at seeing Landon applauding for him. BUFFER Introducing at this time, the challenger this evening. From Vancouver, British Columbia Canada and weighing two hundred, eight pounds. One third of the reigning OAOAST 6-Man Tag Team Champions... he is "THE TRENDSETTER"... JJJAAAAAAAAMMMMMMEEEEESSSSSSS... BBLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOONNDDEEEEEEEE!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" COLE The man who pestered for this match and got it, at the expence of another Cucaracha Internacional member Nathaniel Black. Blonde has been usurped as #2 to Landon ever since Todd Cortez won the US Title in January and he simply can't handle it. So he's now setting out to win the belt, so he can be the favourite again. Making him one of the very few men in OAOAST history to conduct himself like a spoilt, forgotten middle child. Climbing into the ring Blonde does a little mini-version of Landon's entrance spin, which pretty much describes him right there. Landon continues to applaud and Blonde couldn't be happier as he skins off his entrance jacket. Unfortunately, the applause doesn't stop when the music does. And Landon keeps on applauding when "Oh No" hits, suddenly making James feel a little less special. BUFFER And his opponent! Hailing from Hollywood Boulevard... weighing in tonight at two hundred, twenty six pounds. The reigning and defending OAOAST UNITED STATES CHAMPION... "THE URBAN LEGEND"... TTOOOOOOODD... CCOOOOOORRRRRRRRTTEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZ!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Cortez makes a typical no-nonsense approach to the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope, climbing the turnbuckles with US Title overhead. COACH You forgot to mention how this guy is intent of breaking Cucaracha Internacional up and using his new standing with Landon to screw everything up for everybody. COLE Well even if that were the case, could you blame him? It was a year ago that Cortez lost to Landon at AngleMania, forcing him to become a member of Cucaracha Internacional against his will. Landon has spent the succeeding 12 months trying to mould and conform Cortez, mainly because he knows what a threat he was when he was against him. Cortez has been held back had his career manipulated, right up until winning the US Title, when suddenly he became useful again to Landon. Handing over the US Title to his once enemy, Cortez goes back into his corner and Landon holds the belt to the crowd. COLE Looks like Landon's been studying his referee tapes. COACH Hopefully he's been studying his guest referee tapes and knows when to pretend he's got something in his eye or he's pulled a muscle or something. Unfortunately, Landon seems to think Cortez has genuinely fallen in line. I just hope something finally clicks tonight. Landon calls the two men out of their corners and motions for them to start things off with a handshake. COLE Oh, I'm not sure that's going to go down well. Looking sceptical at best, Blonde and Cortez just stare at Landon for a second as they realise he's dead serious. Leaving neither with must choice. And what follows is one of the most reluctant handshakes in wrestling history, the arms inching together as if they were two magnets being forced together at the wrong points. Apparantly that's good enough for Landon though and with the handshake over he calls for the bell, missing the disgusted look on Blonde's face at what he just had to do. *DINGDINGDING!* COLE Alright, that's the formalities out of the way. And that handshake could be the last friendly exchange we see in this one, I predict it won't be long before the clear hatred between Blonde and Cortez explodes here, no matter if Landon is in there with them or not. COACH Hate to say it, but you're right. Both Cortez and Blonde walk into the centre of the ring with far from friendly expressions on their face. They meet in the centre and it's Blonde doing all the talking. But Cortez is clearly trying to goad Blonde and doesn't need to say anything to do it, offering him the first shot. Blonde balls up his fist ready to deliver it, but thinks twice about the closed fist with Landon watching... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...allowing Todd to chop him across the chest! COLE That's a stinger. Blonde doesn't waste time in complaining to the referee about the unfair shot, but Blonde's pleas for Landon to see Todd's true colours fall on deaf ears. For what it's worth, Todd just innocently shrugs his shoulders. And Landon does to, saying it was a fair open hand. Seeing red, Blonde stomps towards Cortez... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and gets chopped again! COLE Landon's getting played here, from both sides. And he simply doesn't realise it. Blonde's trying to play favourites with him, Cortez is trying to play innocent, all Landon sees is fame and spotlight for Cucaracha Internacional. Getting no help from Landon, Blonde wheels around and charges at Cortez. The Urban Legend easily sidesteps though and catches Blonde coming back off the ropes... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...with another knifedge, forcing Blonde to roll out to the floor! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" COLE And so far it's Cortez doing the better job of playing, because Blonde is getting frustrated early! COACH Call it playing people, I call it sneaky! Cortez is sneaky! Blonde's the only one who gets it and nobody'll listen to him! Blonde takes a walk around ringside to cool off, mentally and physically with his chest reddening. Showing no favourites Landon lays a count on The Trendsetter. Back in by 5, Blonde says enough's enough and it's time to get serious. The CI members go to lock up, only for Blonde to catch Cortez with a knee to the midsection. An elbow to the back of the head is followed by a forearm, Blonde then hitting the ropes. Leapfrog by Cortez, dropping down as Blonde comes back. Blonde rebounds again and goes for a crossbody, but Cortez catches and dumps him, face-first! With Blonde on his knees Cortez then rears back with a hard kick to the already hurting chest! COLE Cortez, a lethal striker. Something which Blonde has to avoid, because he definately can't match up to it. Retreating into a corner it's clear Blonde is winded already... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and another chop doesn't help. COACH Enough with the chops! COLE And as far as Landon's concerned, this is all healthy competition. Irish whip sends Blonde across the ring, looking to go up and over. Cortez times his run perfectly to catch Blonde over his shoulder. But as he carries Blonde away from the corner, the Canadian manages to escape and counter with an armdrag takeover on his way down! COACH There we go JB! Blonde waits for Todd to get up and runs in... ...and DUCKS a chop, pointing to his head so Landon gets how smart he is... ...completely forgetting about Cortez, who levels him with an Enziguri!! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE If Blonde's going to spend this match trying to show off to impress the referee, he's not going to stand much chance of leaving US Champion. As Landon looks on, The Urban Legend picks Blonde back up and rocks him with a European uppercut. Irish whip sets him up for a flying back elbow attack, trying the cover... 1... 2... Two only, as Landon DRAMATICALLY shows to the timekeeper. COLE Nice to see Landon's not milking his part. COACH Well it's not like he's got a match this year, might as well make the most of his spotlight. Cortez brings Blonde up by his straggly hair again, getting a sympathetic warning from hair-caring Landon. Once Blonde's upright Todd attacks the knees, firing kicks into the back of Blonde's left leg. Once he's down to a knee Cortez steps around and goes for another kick to the chest, but Blonde blocks with his forearms and elbows Cortez in the gut. Blonde quickly hops to his feet and hits the ropes, but is slowed up enough for Todd to counter with a Powerslam! 1... 2... No! Lining up Blonde, Cortez goes for a clothesline but it's ducked. Recovering, a boot stops Blonde and Todd comes off the ropes looking for the clothesline again. This time Blonde leapfrogs... and goes down, clutching his knee. COACH Uh-oh! We've got an injury. COLE You reckon? Blonde quickly waves Landon over and claims to have "heard a pop", which would be a rarity (HI-YO!). Cortez is having none of it though. MADDIX Back up Todd, give him a second. CORTEZ Come on, it's the oldest trick in the book. Hell, he probably learnt it from you in the first place. Subscribing to this likely theory Landon tells Blonde to get back up, apparantly not impressed at his understudy's lack of imagination. Blonde tries to protest, but ends up getting schoolboyed by Cortez... 1... 2... No! Back up, Blonde is put back down with a European uppercut. COLE This isn't working out so well for Blonde thus far. COACH Don't worry. Sooner or later, those instincts are going to kick in and Landon's going to realise what he needs to do. COLE You mean help Blonde win? COACH Exactly. For the greater good. Cortez whips Blonde into a corner and follows in, but Blonde raises a knee to block! COACH Alright, come on James. Climbing to the second rope Blonde reaches out, grabbing onto Cortez's head. He leaves the turnbuckles and guides Cortez face-first into the mat! Suddenly a smile re-appears and Blonde is in control. Although he quickly remembers to add a little limp to his walk, trying to keep up the pretense of the 'injured knee'. MADDIX It's okay, I'm cool with it. Knee magically healed Blonde rushes to pick Todd up, delivering a quick suplex. 1... 2... No! Sitting Cortez up, Blonde comes off the ropes with a dropkick to the back of the head and tries again... 1... 2... No! With Cortez now hurting Blonde can afford to take his time, measuring him with a kneedrop to the back of the head. And then a second. Blonde applies a rear chinlock, calling Landon in to check for a submission. COACH Wouldn't this just be the perfect result, Cortez being made to submit by JB and Landon the one to ring the bell. COLE I think it'll take more than a chinlock to be honest. Blonde smiles away, clearly enjoying his time in the ascendancy with Landon there to see it all. But Cortez eventually starts to get to his feet. Trying to cut him off Blonde switches back behind, changing grip to a sleeper hold. That forces Cortez agonisingly back down to a knee and Blonde is smiling again. For a second, until Cortez surprises him with a jawbreaker counter! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Shaking away the effects of the sleeper Cortez comes off the ropes, but gets caught with a standing dropkick! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Cover by Blonde... 1... 2... No! COLE So far, Landon is calling this down the middle as he said he would. COACH Yeah but those maternal instincts are kicking in, I can feel it. COLE .... COACH Paternal! Paternal. ...I didn't say maternal. Paternal. Encouraging Cortez to get back to his feet Blonde licks his lips, enjoying himself as he delivers a right hand. Landon warns his understudy about using a closed fist, encouraging him to "keep it clean". Irony if ever there were. Of course Blonde listens to him, instead booting Todd in the face while knelt in front of him. That just seems to get Todd angry though and he stands right up, getting in a surprised Blonde's face. COLE Here we go, tempers are flaring! Blonde rears back and delivers a forearm, but Todd is still up. So, ignoring Landon's orders for maybe the first time ever, Blonde throws a right hand. Todd staggers back gets right back face to face... so Blonde goes to the eyes! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Showing ever more hypocricy as the match goes on, Landon pulls Blonde aside and lectures him about the eyepoke. COLE Landon having a bit of a word with his underbelly... uhm, understudy. Funny how the wrong word comes out sometimes, isn't it Coach? COACH I will mess you up. The Indianapolis crowd, sensing some problems, cheer on hoping that one or the other will react. But it's all resolved nice and calm, Blonde with head bowed and apologising all through Landon's talk. Once the disciplining is over Blonde is allowed back to the action, grabbing Cortez and whipping him into a corner. Blonde flicks back his hair and follows in with a clothesline, hooking up for the follow-up bulldog... but Cortez catches him... and SITS OUT, planting Blonde face-first into the canvas!! COLE OH! Almost an inverted version of Todd's Sitout Spinebuster, more of a sitout faceplant instead. Cortez gets back to his feet and the capacity crowd come alive, seeing the intense look on his face. He waits for Blonde to get back up, dazed... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and chops him back into a corner! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" Another chop lands in the corner! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" And then a third! COLE Todd Cortez, lighting up his supposed stablemate in the corner! Wringing the arm The Urban Legend whips Blonde across the ring. Not just any whip, but a whip with enough momentum to turn Blonde UPSIDE DOWN in the corner!! Ended up sat on the top turnbuckle, Blonde rolls back down, staggering out into an inverted atomic drop. COLE Crotch Droppah! Cortez then hits the ropes, wiping Blonde out with an STO!! COLE And a strong combination of moves, could that be all? 1... 2... NO! Cortez questions the count with Landon, who confirms it was two. COACH That count looked worryingly fair. Leaving the ring, Cortez stands out on the apron waiting for his Canadian challenger to get back up. Blonde does so just as Todd leaps to the top, connecting with a Springboard Clothesline! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" Todd isn't done yet though and gives the signal for the end. COLE Here it comes, looking for the Riot Act Plus! COACH And if Landon's gonna act, now's the time! Don't let this happen! Dragging Blonde up by the hair Cortez sets him in a standing headscissors... ...and as Landon warns Todd about the hairpull, he's left unsighted to Blonde's headbutt below the belt!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COACH What did I tell you! All is good with the world! COLE I don't know if Landon was just out of position, or what, but he just missed a blatant lowblow from James Blonde! Tripping Cortez up Blonde then glances to Landon, who is apparantly oblivious to, amongst other things, the lowblow. The Trendsetter holds Cortez's legs aloft and gives his boss a very evident wink, before wrapping Todd up and applying a SHARPSHOOTER!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Blonde lets out a victorious cheer, as he calls for Landon to ring the bell. Instead, Landon goes to check for a submission. COACH YES! COLE Submission is applied, the Canadian move d'jour. But... I think Blonde was expecting something else. Confused, Blonde turns his head and again calls for Landon to ring the bell. Landon says that Todd hasn't given up yet, to which Blonde replies "who cares, just ring the bell!" Not getting it, Landon continues to check for a submission, so Blonde lets go of the hold to go talk with him. COLE I think Blonde was expecting Landon to just ring the bell. COACH Isn't that what usually happens in wrestling? COLE Sometimes. But it doesn't look like Landon is 'in' on the plan. Blonde continues to try and explain to Landon, with the word Montreal in there somewhere, before stomping back around to Cortez again. Again he goes to apply the Sharpshooter... but Cortez sits up and counters into an inside cradle! 1... 2... NO!!! COLE Oh, Blonde almost got caught right there! Both men scramble to their feet and Blonde gets caught by the throat, goozled! Cortez grabs the back of the tights for leverage, lifting Blonde for the URBAN ASSAUL... NO! Blonde spins free, landing to Todd's side. The US Champion turns around and is met with a SUPERKICK!! COACH Got him! Blonde covers, Landon in position... 1... 2... KICKOUT!! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" Blonde resists the temptation to argue about the count, since it's his idol responsible. But he's clearly not happy. "COR - TEZ!" "COR - TEZ!" "COR - TEZ!" "COR - TEZ!" Picking Cortez up, Blonde scoops and slams him before heading to the middle rope. Fist balled he measures Todd intently and looks for the Marty Jannetty Fistdrop... CORTEZ MOVES... but Blonde lands safely on his feet! With a grin, he loads up a clothesline. Cortez ducks though... and connects with a SUPERKICK OF HIS OWN!! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Cover, Landon again quickly there... 1... 2... KICKOUT! COLE Only two, but again Landon with a fair count, no suggestion of a go-slow. COACH Well he knew Blonde would kickout. That's the only explanation. COLE Or maybe the explanation is, Blonde was hoping Landon would do him a favour tonight and it's not turning out that way. The US Champion sets himself looking for another kick, a thrust to the stomach this time. Gutwrench, looking to take Blonde up onto his shoulder, but the Canadian escapes and shoves Cortez forward into the corner. Cortez manages to block the collision. But the push does buy Blonde valuable time and he connects with a step-up enziguri when Todd turns around. BLONDE That's IT! COACH I think he said that's it. COLE Thanks. With Cortez seeing stars, Blonde pulls him in... lifting him up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. COLE Go To Sleep, are you kidding me!? COACH How poetic! Blonde carries Cortez into the middle of the ring, stops to make sure Landon's watching, then throws Todd up... ...and LOSES him! Cortez lands on his feet, booting Blonde in the gut AND SPIKING HIM WITH A SUDDEN RIOT ACT PLUS~!~!~! "YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COACH NO! Cortez covers and Landon puts aside his concerns for Blonde's well-being to count... 1... 2... COACH SWERVE, SWERVE... 3!!!!! COACH DANGIT! "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" *DINGDINGDING!* With Blonde out cold, Cortez collects the US Title himself with Landon checking on The Trendsetter. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match... and STILL OAOAST UNITED STATES CHAMPION... "THE URBAN LEGEND"... TTOOOOOOOOOODD... CCOOOOOOORRRRRRRRTTEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZ!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE Todd Cortez wins the battle of Cucaracha Internacional here at AngleMania VIII and retains the United States Title in the progress. Which will not set well at all with James Blonde. ...oh well. COACH You can be such an ass sometimes. The poor guy's knocked out and here you are making fun of him? As Landon tries to lightly slap James back to consciousness, Cortez looks on. When Landon looks his way he forces a false look of concern, long enough for it not to be suspicious. COLE HAHAHA! COACH Come on! You're enjoying this!? COLE I know these great OAOAST Marks are enjoying it Coach! COACH I could punch you right now. For reals. Cortez waits until Blonde is sat up and semi-conscious before he leaves the ring, mainly because it allows him to flash a smile at his defeated challenger on the way. Blonde sees it and Landon doesn't, causing poor James to whine and complain with no real luck. We go backstage to Melody’s makeshift arcade housing more videogame systems than one could possibly play during a three hour show they’re paid to work at, Doing her civic duty while Maggie is tied up with other things is... "PLAYER ONE" MELODY NERDLY, OF COURSE! Melody stands with microphone in hand next to a rotund average looking and grizzly unshaven man. MELODY Wow! I don’t normally do this interview stuff because Maggie tried bury m to the producers, by saying I snort when I laugh really hard, but I couldn’t resist talking to this guy! Carl Slatkin, who defeated 32 other contestants and the OAOAST’s Tyler Bryant to take home the “King Of OAOAST No Homo” trophy last night at Anglemania fanfest. Carl, you rule the school, bucko! Tell us gaming fiends how did you do it? CARL When I first got No Homo I found I couldn’t properly dedicate myself to learning all the intricate techniques in the game. I realized I had to make sacrifices. I divorced my wife of 18 years, I put my dog to sleep, I sent my kids to move with my mother, I quit my job as a paralegal, and I sold my house, I'm living out of a van where I rigged up a TV to play No Homo at least 18 hours a day. MELODY You are my hero! CARL Haven’t seen my kids in two months, ex-wife despises me, I sleep in a 1989 dodge carvan down by the river. Yeah, I think I’m living the American Dream here. MELODY Best. Person. Ever. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted March 25, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 25, 2013 BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is the AngleMania Payday, $50,000 Tag Team Gauntlet!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" BUFFER The teams drew lots earlier this evening to determine order of entry. Eliminations occur by pinfall, submission, count-outs or disqualification and when one team is eliminated, the next team in line will replace them until only one remains. That team will be awarded with $50,000 as winners of the AngleMania Payday! Indianapolis, Indiana, lets bring out the team that drew number one... "Heart Shaped Box" hits to bring down the enthusiasm of the crowd dramatically. Leading the way is a very excited, Koran toting Abdullah Abir Nerdly, proclaiming the qualities of his team. Synth Abdul Jabbar follows behind Abdullah, head bowed in solemn reverance for his spiritual guide. And behind is Holly, leading Logan who very carefully makes his way to the ring in a pink fur coat, red framed sunglasses and the BIGGEST pair of golden angel wings outside of Las Vegas, with at least a 4 foot wingspan. BUFFER Accompanied to the ring this evening by Angel Of Death HOLLY and Speaker for the Prophets ABDULLAH ABIR NERDLY... they are wrestling's one true Rock N Wrestling Band!! The former three-time OAOAST World Tag Team Champions... SYNTH ABDUL JABBER... "The MACHO Macho Mann", LOGAN MANN... together they are THE HHHEEEEAAAVVEEEEEENNLLLLYYYYYYYYYY... RRRRROOOOOOOOCCKKEEEEERRRRRSSSSSS!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" As they reach the ring, Abdullah and Synth engage in a last-minute prayer session. Behind them, it takes three ring attendants to safely detatch Logan from the giant AngleMania sized angle wings and carry them away. COLE No expense spared for The Heavenly Rockers, competing tonight at their fifth straight AngleMania. With the prayers said Synth enters the ring to join Logan, as "Like The Angel" by Rise Against powers out! Rushing through the entrance, MARV and MEL skid to a halt to nail a double high-five, setting out some extravagent blue and orange pyrotechnics! BUFFER And introducing the team entering at number two, also former OAOAST World Tag Team Champions. From Edmonton, Alberta Canada they are the twin perils of the OAOAST tag team division... MARV and MEL... THE CHRIST AAAIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRR EEEEXXXXXXXXXPPRRRRREEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" MARV and MEL sprint to the ring, eager to get their AngleMania experience kicked off quickly. They climb the turnbuckles to salute the crowd, forcing Logan and Synth to relocate to the outside to strategise. COLE No love lost between these two teams set to start out the AngleMania Payday. It's MARV to start, getting the capacity crowd going as Logan is psyched up by his entourage. *DINGDINGDING!* Logan and MARV circle with the crowd still clapping their support for the Nerdly twin. Determined to stop all that Logan turns away from the action and poses on the middle turnbuckle to a chorus of boos. COLE And as we get set to go here, let's clear this format up. Each fall is like a regular tag team match, winner stays on, which means if one of these teams is to win that $50,000 cash prize they're going to have to outlast all other teams in this gauntlet. A tough task in anyone's book. COACH Especially when we've got some of the best teams in the OAOAST involved later on down the line. And a $50,000 cash prize? Did no-one tell the OAOAST there's a recession going on!? Leaving the crowd be, Logan gets back to business and locks up with MARV. Logan gets the better of it and backs MARV up into a neutral corner. Clean break... no chance, Logan with a cheapshot jab to the open ribs of MARV who made the mistake of trusting his opponent. Logan stomps the gut of MARV a couple of times before whipping him across the ring. As he approaches the opposite corner, MARV leaps to the middle rope and surprises Logan with a twisting crossbody! 1... 2... Kickout! To his feet MARV waits for Logan to charge, raising an elbow to block him. With Logan dazed MARV hits the ropes. Logan tries to cut MARV off, but a well timed baseball slide sees the Canadian safely through the legs. COLE MARV and MEL, so quick, so elusive! MARV hits the ropes again, but runs right into a back elbow from Logan! COACH Haha! You were saying? COLE Well Logan caught him that time, the veteran instincts of the former World Tag Team Champion. After a brief celebration, Logan hooks MARV in a front facelock, holding him for Synth to come off the top with a shot after a tag. Synth grabs a double chickenwing, but soon gets bored of that, spinning MARV around. A snapmare takes MARV over and Synth follows up off the ropes with a diving forearm to the spine! Cover... 1... 2... No! ABDULLAH PRAISE BE TO ALLAH!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH AngleMania VIII. International? Yes. Multi-cultural? Heck naw. Synth draws inspiration from his spiritual advisor and slaps on the CAMEL CLUTCH!! COACH That's it, it's over! Nobody escapes the camel clutch! COLE Maybe not in the 80s, but it's 2009 and I'm pretty sure they do. MEL is drawn into the ring by Logan, allowing him to come in illegally with the referee distracted. From the middle rope Logan delivers a double axehandle with MARV still in the hold! By the time the ref turns around, Logan is safely back on the apron leaving him none the wiser. "LET'S GO MARV!" "LET'S GO MARV!" "LET'S GO MARV!" "LET'S GO MARV!" The crowd get behind MARV and he tries to fight free. Spotting this, Logan again draws in MEL and goes to the middle rope. However, MEL is wise to this and gets right back out of the ring, causing the referee to catch Logan red-handed on the middle rope! LOGAN COLE The veterans got caught out! As Logan protests his innocence, MEL runs around the ring behind Logan and shoves him off the ropes, causing his double axehandle to connect with SYNTH, freeing MARV from the camel clutch! The crowd love it and to their further delight, MEL rushes back to his corner ready to accept the tag! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" COLE And here comes MEL! Picking themselves up, The Heavenly Rockers join hands looking for a double clothesline. MEL rolls underneath and catches THR turning around with a double dropkick, one foot a-piece! MARV gets back up to help his twin brother, delivering a double dropkick to Synth. And one to Logan. Logan and Synth stumble into each other as they get to their feet, leading to them being sandwiched in between Nerdly dropkicks and clocking heads! COLE Things are not going too well for The Heavenly Rockers here anymore. Time to regroup, maybe? Apparantly so as they're brought together on the outside by Abdullah. MEL gets an idea in the ring and runs towards the pack on the floor, who see him coming and split. It's hugs and smiles all round, thinking they avoided the danger. That is until they spot MEL safely on the apron, pulling the top rope down ALLOWING MARV TO DIVE OVER THE TOP ONTO LOGAN, SYNTH AND ABDULLAH!!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE MARV getting some HUGE air and this AngleMania crowd is on their feet! COACH Unbelievable. That's his own BROTHER! COLE Adopted brother. COACH What difference should that make!? And they think Madonna's bad! MARV rolls Synth back in, the legal man, for the legal man MEL, for those keeping score. As Synth gets back up, MEL is charging at him and snapping off a headscissors! He covers... 1... 2... No! MEL whips Synth into a corner and flies in, landing on the middle rope as he hits a flying corner clothesline! Slipping through the ropes, MEL hangs onto the top, skinning the cat back inside to hook up another headscissors!! COLE What a combination of moves by MEL. Synth is rocking and not in a good way. Out of the corner, MEL runs at Synth again... but gets caught with a Tilt A Whirl Backbreaker!! "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! COACH Looks like Synth turned the tables. In a good way. COLE Except he's not a DJ so that doesn't make any sense. Synth scoops and slams MEL, putting him position for the Skyhook Elbow... BUT MEL MOVES!! And he gets the quick tag to MARV. Jumping into the ring MARV delivers a dropkick to Synth. He then goes to hit the ropes, but has his foot grabbed by Abdullah from the floor! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Stopped in his tracks MARV reaches out and grabs the adopted outcast of his vast family by the collar and drags him into the ring, suddenly begging and pleading for forgiveness. COACH Oh no! COLE MARV needs to turn around! Indeed, as Abdullah is rescued by the referee, Holly deftly slides in the holy book to Synth who prepares to strike. However before he can lower the boom, a familiar figure hops over the barricade and makes the save by grabbing onto the book! COLE It's JAMIE O'HARA! O'Hara and Synth tussle over the book until the Brit manages a boot to the gut, getting Synth to drop the book. Abdullah continues to keep the referee occupied whether he wants to or not, as O'Hara throws the book aside. Spotting Logan entering the ring, O'Hara sprints at him... ...but Logan sidesteps and O'HARA GOES SPLAT AS HE FLIES OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR!!! COACH COLE Oh MY! O'Hara hit hard, face-first! COACH What an AngleMania moment!!! HAHAHAHA! Keeping out of sight of the referee, Logan then spins MARV away from Synth and PLANTS him in the middle of the ring with the Percussion DDT! COLE And The Heavenly Rockers are going to steal this fall! Abdullah conveniently lets the referee get back to his job, just as Synth is pinning MARV... 1... 2... 3!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" *DINGDINGDING!* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1st elimination: The Christ Air Express Entered: #2 Eliminated: none Eliminated by: The Heavenly Rockers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Abdullah and Holly round the ring, staying out of the way as MEL checks on O'Hara. The foursome watch on with much amusement, breaking out into hysterics as they watch O'Hara being carried to the back by his Nerdly buddies, knocked loopy. COACH There he is, the pride of the One And Only Jamie O'Hara Federation! Can we see his epic fail moment again please? I don't want to have to order O'HaraMania to see him embarrass himself again, if I can avoid it. COLE Would you quit it? As O'Hara is helped away, "Makes Me Wonder" hits and suddenly The Heavenly Rockers don't have as much to laugh about. BUFFER Introducing next... from the great state of Michigan... the team of "TREMENDOUS" TYLER and "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE... D*LLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE A triumphant return to action for D*LUX and in particular Shayne Brave, after suffering that broken wrist five months ago! Hitting the ring D*LUX have disposed of their denim jackets and are ready to fight, exchanging right hands as soon as they enter. Logan and Synth eventually get the better of the slugfests and go for irish whips. Shayne and Tyler counter attempted flapjacks with mid-air dropkicks though and Logan and Synth are sent rolling out of the ring. To their feet, Shayne and Tyler line up The Heavenly Rockers and go FLYING WITHOUT WINGS with stereo suicide dives!!! "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE And D*LUX don't look like they've missed a step!! On the floor D*LUX high-five, Shayne showing no ill-effects of his injury yet. Back inside it's Tyler going for the cover on Synth... 1... 2... No! Tag is made and Tyler wrings the arm, Shayne coming in off the top with an axehandle. D*LUX then reverse the roles with Tyler coming in down on the arm. Arm drag takes Synth over and Tyler bars it, but Synth is back up quickly and knees Tyler in the ribs. Irish whip sends Tyler off, Synth ducking his head too early allowing Tyler to leapfrog on the run. And he comes off the far ropes with a high crossbody... 1... 2... No! Back to the arm, Tyler controls Synth and brings in Shayne. COLE This crowd excited to see D*LUX back. And D*LUX, just as excited to be here. A double whip sends Synth to the ropes. Punches to the breadbasket double SAJ up in the middle of the ring. D*LUX sweep at the ankles, forcing Synth down to his knees, setting up a sandwich douple dropkick to each side of the head! COLE And classic D*LUX tandem offence on display, as if they'd never been away! COACH Just wait until someone gets a hold of Shayne's hand. Then we'll see how glad he is to be back. Cover by Shayne on Synth... 1... 2... No! Jumping to his feet Shayne is full of energy as he hits the ropes... and comes to a stop, thanks to Abdullah AGAIN lending a hand from the outside. And this time it works as Synth recovers to clothesline Shayne when he turns around. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE The Arabian Irritant, Abullah Abir, lending his own kind of 'spiritual aid' to The Heavenly Rockers tonight. COACH And now we're going to see if Shayne can hit those high notes! Keeping Shayne pinned down Synth reaches up, tagging in Logan. With the arm an easy target Logan picks his spot and STOMPS down on the wrist, testing just how well it's healed! Shayne writhes in pain as Tyler comes in trying to defend his partner, taunted by Logan as the ref holds him back. "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" "LET'S GO SHAYNE!" Logan pins Shayne's arm behind his back, big smile as he delivers a Hammerlock Slam. COACH Ooh! I see those sympathetic boyband tears welling up. Cover made... 1... 2... Kickout! Applying a top wristlock, Logan pins Shayne's arm to the mat and stomps the top of the elbow in an attempt to bend bones the way they shouldn't. He then tags in Synth to take over. Which he does, dropping a knee to the arm. COLE I just hope Shayne didn't try and come back too soon. Remember that wrist was re-injured back in January by VICE as D*LUX tried to compete in the Anderson Cup, which proved to be a mistake. Hopefully AngleMania wasn't a second mistake. Synth applies a short arm scissors, allowing him to dish out punishment and praise to the heavens at the same time. "PAUL - A AB - DUL!" *clap clap clapclapclap* "PAUL - A AB - DUL!" *clap clap clapclapclap* As Abdullah calls for revered silence, Shayne manages to bridge Synth onto his shoulders... 1... 2... Kickout by Synth, right back into the hold. COLE That wrist is being severly tested, but Shayne is not giving in. COACH He's not doing much, aside from lay on his ass in serious pain. If we're dishing out commendations for that, we've fallen hard. Up off his ass, Shayne forces Synth's shoulders down again... 1... 2... Kickout by Synth, this time letting go of the hold. He grabs Shayne's ankle to prevent a tag, dragging him so Logan can tag in. COLE Great ring presence. Logan stomps Shayne, pulling him back up out Tyler's reach. Backed into a corner, Shayne is peppered in the body with a series of jabs. An irish whip then sends him across the ring, setting up a charge from Logan... but Shayne hops up, causing Logan's shoulder to collide with the middle turnbuckle. As Logan staggers out, Shayne comes off the middle rope with two feet to the back, flattening The MACHO Macho Mann!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Everybody do the Showtime Stomp! COACH No thanks. Rallied on by the fans, Shayne crawls to his corner and gets the tag to Tyler! TYLER YEAH-UH~!~! Tyler jumps in, fending off Synth with a big right hand. A right hand awaits Logan too. A right for Synth. A right for Logan and Tyler is all fired up! Looking to improve his odds, Tyler clotheslines Synth up and over the top to the floor before turning his attentions to Logan. Ducking a back elbow Tyler swings Logan around into an irish whip, but ducks his head allowing Mann to deliver a kick to the shoulder. Logan backs off the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Tyler hooks him and executes a counter neckbreaker! 1... 2... Kickout! Waiting for Mann to get back up, Tyler comes off the ropes looking for the YAKUZA KICK... DUCKED! Logan catches Tyler with a boot and twirls the finger. COLE Logan looking to tune up a little Percussion! As soon as Logan grabs the front facelock though, Tyler shocks him with a Northern Lights Suplex! 1... 2... NO! Looking shocked Logan throws his WICKED left hook, which finds it's mark! COACH WHAM! COLE A lucky shot from Logan, a desperation left hand and Tyler got sucked right in. Logan hooks the leg... 1... 2... NO, KICKOUT!! "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" After cussing out the referee Logan twirls the finger one more time, this time IN ANGER~! He reels Tyler into the front facelock and prepares to put the finishes touches to him. That is until Shayne Brave slings himself at him, connecting with a Leg Lariat to save his partner! COACH Come on referee, one in and one out! Whether under Coach's orders or not, the referee looks to put Shayne out of the ring. Which allows Synth to slide in and Abdullah to slide in the holy book. COLE Not this again! Synth prepares to slam the book on Tyler but the Tremendous One is wise to those games and whirls around, booting Synth in the gut to block. Logan lies in wait, as Tyler pitches Synth out of the ring and sends the book with him. Once Synth hits the floor Logan springs to life, spinning Tyler around and hooki... NO! Tyler sneaks behind Logan's attempted DDT and rolls him up... 1... 2... 3!!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COLE Fool one team, shame on them. Fool two, not a chance! The Heavenly Rockers' distraction ploy had a hole in it and Tyler exploited it, D*LUX moving on! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2nd elimination: The Heavenly Rockers Entered: #1 Eliminated: The Christ Air Express Eliminated by: D*LUX ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ D*LUX regroup in the ring, while "Rock Your Baby" by George McCrae plays. BUFFER Introducing, the team accompanied by KEN PANTERA... first, from Brooklyn, New York, "THE DISCO DUCK" VVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNYYYYYY VVAAAAALLLEEEEEEENNTTIIIIIIIINNEEEEEE!! And his partner, from Venice Beach, California... BBIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFF AAAAATTLLLLLAAAAAASSSSSSSS!!! Vinny and Pantera lead the way for their team, Vinny feelin' kinda funky and all that. However, not feeling quite so funky is Biff Atlas. Seemingly still suffering from his exploits on Friday night, Biff really looks like he'd rather be anywhere else but AngleMania. COLE Well at least Biff lost some of the padding that contributed to his humiliating loss to Liberty of the All American Boys on HeldDOWN~! Not sure what he's done about his fear of moderately loud noises. COACH A guy nearly has a heart attack and we're all supposed to laugh it up? Pausing in the aisle, Vinny calls for Biff to "get to steppin', baby" as he lags behind. Pantera takes over which hurries Biff up much more successfully, mainly due to fear of the powerlifter getting physical. Which, as far as Biff's fears go, is one of the more understandably ones. Vinny meanwhile rolls into the ring, ready to go. Shayne is there to start off with him. But Vinny doesn't want to fight. He wants to DANCE! COLE Oh brother. Vinny shucks and jives like a good'un, leaving Shayne looking rather confused... allowing Vinny to land a cheap boot to the gut! COACH HAHA! Rhythm is gonna get ya! Vinny lays in with some quick shots on Shayne, then grabs him in a side headlock. He reaches out to tag Biff in, but his partner gives him the short-arm treatment which allows Shayne to fight back. He shoots Vinny off into the ropes, forces him over with a dropdown, then connects with a dropkick! Tag is made on the D*LUX side, Tyler coming in and delivering a clothesline on Vinny. And then another. Vinny gets to his feet dazed and hangs his arm out for a tag again, but Biff wouldn't be accepting even if he were close enough and Vinny is dragged into a corner by Tyler, scaling up... "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" "TEN!" COLE Tyler with a Top Ten Hit and Biff... just looks on. Vinny staggers and faceplants out of the corner. Biff looks around the arena fearfully. COLE I don't hold out much hope for Panic At The Disco at this point, because they're essentially a man down. Picking Vinny back up, Tyler gets his eyes raked by The Disco Duck. A blinded Tyler finds his way to the corner to tag in Shayne, but Vinny doesn't have the same luck, as Biff continues to hold out on him. And despite Vinny's pleas, Biff just shakes his head saying he "can't do it". COLE Things are just going from bad to worse for Biff. Eventually giving up on his hapless partner, Vinny throws his hands up. Good move. Unfortunately, he then turns around. Bad move. Shayne is waiting and delivers the Shaynedrop!! Shayne looks over at Biff incase of an attempt at a save, but Biff is already carefully getting off the apron, so with a shrug Shayne covers... 1... 2... 3!!! *DINGDINGDING* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 3rd elimination: Panic At The Disco Entered: #4 Eliminated: none Eliminated by: D*LUX ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ D*LUX are almost too embarrassed to celebrate as Vinny is carried out by Pantera, bemoaning why he even bothers teaming with the most fearful wrestler ever. Good question. As they leave, "It's Raining Men" livens up the crowd for the arrival of Los Diablos De Fuego! BUFFER Introducing next, from Cabo San Lucas... the most devilish team in all of Me'hico... MORRRRRRRACA... MARRRRRRRIACHI... LOS DIABLOS DDEEEEEEEEEE FFFFFFUUUUUEEEEEEEEEGGOOOOOOOOOO!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" One lucky fan gets Moracca's sombrero and a big ol' smooch from the seductive luchadors, who slide into the ring and end up conveniently on top of each other. Tyler laughs at this, until he realises Shayne has snuck to the apron and is letting him start the match. COLE And this should be a most interesting match-up. Maybe a first time ever match-up. Peeling away from each other it's Moracca starting out. Staying on all fours he slithers around the ring, eyeing up an uncomfortable Tyler. Tyler asks for a conventional lock-up. Nothing Los Diablos do is convential though and Moracca finds a very slippery escape from a rear waistlock. COACH Do you think Los Diablos like boybands Michael? COLE Why are you asking me that question? Tyler looks for advice from the sideline before tieing up again. Stepping to the side Tyler tries to hiptoss his opponent over, but Moracca lands on his feet. And then stops. Apparantly mesmerised with Tyler well-toned abdominals he creeps his hand up them while biting his little finger. MORACCA Aye aye aye, quit playing games wit' my heart sexy man. Tyler has had quite enough and tags in a reluctant Shayne. COACH You'd think these two'd be used to playing gay bait by now, wouldn't you? Slowly entering the ring Shayne asks to fight Mariachi instead, as if that'd make any difference. Which it doesn't as Mariachi is all too eager to tag in. Mariachi and Shayne lock up with Shayne grabbing a side headlock. Mariachi shoots Shayne off, knocked down on the rebound by a shoulder tackle. Quickly up Mariachi leapfrogs Shayne coming off the ropes. Hiptoss attempt by Mariachi, countered into an attempt by Shayne, countered by Marichi by jumping into Shayne's arms and kissing him repeatedly on the forehead! COLE I think Los Diablos are... a little distracted being in the ring with D*LUX. Like two excited schoolgirls Moracca and Mariachi gossip over their meetings with the boyband sensations. Save it for Facebook! Shayne clearly feels the same way and tries for the quick win by rolling Mariachi up... 1... 2... No! Tripping Mariachi up, Shayne tries a jacknife pin... 1... 2... No! Shayne then tries to run Mariachi into the ropes for an O'Connor roll, but Mariachi hangs onto the top rope. Rolling to his feet, Shayne sees Mariachi flying towards him and there's a clash of heads, won by Mariachi as he comes back up blowing kisses. COLE Was that a flying KISS!? Rolling to the corner, Mariachi tags Moracca with a stationary kiss. From the top Moracca flies with a high crossbody wiping Shayne out... 1... 2... No! Moracca hits the ropes, forced up and over with a repositioning job by Shayne. To his feet, Shayne swings his arm out with a clothesline, which Moracca uses to guide himself round into a crucifix pin... 1... 2... No! Both men are quickly to their feet, Moracca leapfrogging over Shayne who stops in his tracks and waistlocks Moracca coming down. Switch behind by Moracca puts him in control, until Shayne pulls Moracca's legs away and bridges back, stacking Moracca on his shoulders... 1... 2... No! Again up quickly, it's Shayne who strikes first with a well-place dropkick. COLE The pace has quickened all of a sudden, D*LUX looking a little more comfortable now it's down to wrestling. Then again, they are friends with Krista. COACH Gays and lesbians aren't the same. COLE Well, no, but the princi... COACH GAYS AND LESBIANS AREN'T THE SAME!! *puts fingers in ears* LALALALALALA!! Tag brings in Tyler for a double-team on Moracca, not quite how he'd imagine it going in his dreams. A double irish whip leads to a double hiptoss. Mariachi comes in to defend his amigo and gets caught coming in with attempted clotheslines, picked up by the arms and legs for the Cowell Movement. Hanging on from the double gutbuster, D*LUX then lift Mariachi again, dropping him across his tag team partner's chest! COLE D*LUX really are looking impressive here at AngleMania VIII. With Los Diablos hurting, Tyler and Shayne take them to opposite corners. Giving the signal they whip the Mexicans into each other... but Moracca and Mariachi are well used to physical contact with each other and save themselves with a mid-air HUG! And when Tyler and Shayne run in towards them, they break away and deliver stereo dropkicks!! COLE That didn't go quite to plan however. Out of the ring rolls Tyler, Mariachi hot (fuego, even) on his heels. That leaves Moracca in the ring with Shayne. After 'sizing' his opponent up Moracca grabs Shayne by the wrist and goes for an irish whip. Twisting around, Shayne counters and pulls Moracca in, hooking the head for the SHAYNEDRO... NO! Moracca knees Shayne in the kidneys. That doubles Showtime up, allowing Moracca to apply the pumphandle... COACH LOLSURPRISEBUTTSECKS! ...flip Shayne up and convert it into a sidewalk slam!! COLE He calls that Slippery When Wet! No idea where he got the name from. Moracca has little time to celebrate, as Tyler re-enters the ring with a YAKUZA KICK!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" But Tyler's celebrations are equally short-lived. Grabbing him from behind by the arms, Mariachi twists Tyler around and drops to his knees with the SHEEP DIP!! He covers... 1... 2... NO!! COLE Boy, the action is fast and furious, dare I say hot and heavy in this fall! I'm certainly feeling both of those things right about now ladies and gentlemen! Mariachi goes over to his fallen homie and checks his okay, helping him to his feet. Together they look to double up on Tyler and send him into a corner. Mariachi follows in first, diving his body across the middle rope. That keeps Tyler penned in, while Moracca delivers a flying BUTT bump in the corner! COLE Great tandem offence from Los Diablos! COACH And so many jokes about experience at double teaming that I'm too disgusted to make! Sensing the finish Los Diablos kiss on it, waving Tyler out of the corner. As he staggers towards them they hook him up, set to apply the Kiss Of Death. Before they can do so, Shayne leaps into action. He quickly scales the turnbuckles in front of Los Diablos, who instinctively let Tyler go to try and deal with him. But Shayne leaps over their charges and lands safely on his feet next to Tyler. Moracca and Mariachi turn around and are met with boots to the gut... ...SHAYNEDROP on Moracca... ...and the IDOLISER TKO on Mariachi!!! COLE Cover those men! 1... 2... 3!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE There goes another one, D*LUX are ROLLING~! *DINGDINGDING* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 4th elimination: Los Diablos De Fuego Entered: #5 Eliminated: none Eliminated by: D*LUX ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As soon as the bell rings to signal Los Diablos' exit, NATHANIEL BLACK makes his entrance by clubbing Tyler from behind!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Black puts the boots to Shayne, with Faqu about to join him, waddling down the aisle. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen the next entrants represent CUCARACHA INTERNACIONAL... the team of "THE SAMOAN WRECKING BALL" FAQU and NATHANNIIIEEEEEELLLLL BBLLLLLLAAAAAAAACCKK!!!! COLE And Cucaracha Internacional getting a jump start, they must have jumped the gun awful early to get to the ring. COACH They're eager. Can't fault them for that. COLE Well I'm sure they're desperate to impress, considering they're stuck on the fringes of their group thanks to the US Title situation. Faqu takes over on Tyler, throwing him into a corner and then rocking him with a headbutt. Meanwhile Black continues to overwhelm Shayne with stomps, then picks him up and throws him unceremoniously out of the ring. Directing traffic Black orders Faqu to assist him with a double irish whip on Tyler, sending him corner to corner. Black delivers a follow-up clothesline, then trips Tyler up so he's sat in the corner. COLE Uh-oh. Not needing any direction, Faqu beats his chest and charges in... FAQU SAMOOAAAAAAAA!!! ...OBLITERATING Tyler with a running BUTT smash!!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" COACH The tide of this match has totally changed. I tell ya, there might not be anyone who can stop Black and Faqu with the mood Black's in and with the mood Faqu is ALWAYS in. COLE They're looking impressive early on, I'll give them that. It helps that they jumped D*LUX from behind after they won three matches of course. COACH Oh come on. When Shayne tries to get back into the ring to help, Black knocks him off the apron, keeping the odds firmly against Tyler. The Tremendous One is pulled out from the turnbuckles and nailed with a short-arm lariat by Black, hooking a leg... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Black gives the referee a dirty look and the V-sign when he dares to answer back. "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" "TY - LER!" Picking Tyler back up, Black sets him for the Half Nelson Backbreaker... but Tyler swings in mid-air and counters with a crucifix... 1... 2... NO! Black quickly cuts Tyler off with a boot to the head and tags Faqu in, ordering him to deal with Tyler. COLE These two teams of course, part of the 6-Man Tag Team Title match last year at AngleMania, no strangers to one another. COACH And Cucaracha Internacional, no strangers to beating D*LUX. COLE They did last year, anyway. The big Samoan does deal with Tyler, pretty emphatically with a mammoth Belly To Belly Suplex! 1... 2... NO! Shayne tries to get back to the apron again, but again Black is in to knock him down! Faqu delivers a headbutt on Tyler meanwhile, before tagging Black back in, the Englishman more concerned with Faqu keeping on Shayne on the floor. COLE The referee really struggling to control Cucaracha Internacional here, we've got a fight on the floor! COACH Doesn't look like much of a fight to me. More a beating. As that beating goes on outside, Black looks to put Tyler away in the ring, setting up for the Brittania Bomb. But Tyler backdrops him over! "YYYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" Tyler picks himself up in a corner, measured by Black who charges at him... and MISSES, colliding with the turnbuckles. As he staggers out, Tyler is waiting with a clothesline. Black stays on his feet, so Tyler hits the ropes for more momentum on a second clothesline. But Black stays up again. TYLER YEAH-UH~! With the power of the bad catchphrase behind him, Tyler hits the ropes again... with a YAKUZA KICK this time!! COLE Right to the face! Black goes staggering backwards... BUT COMES BOUNCING BACK OFF THE ROPES AND TURNS TYLER INSIDE OUT WITH A LARIAT!!!!!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" COLE WOW! COACH Where did THAT come from!? Hook of the leg by Black, Faqu keeping Shayne at bay... 1... 2... 3!!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 5th elimination: D*LUX Entered: #3 Eliminated: The Heavenly Rockers, Panic At The Disco, Los Diablos De Fuego Eliminated by: Nathaniel Black and Faqu ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COLE Amazing! Black just took that Yakuza Kick clean on the jaw and, literally, bounced right back from it! One devestating clothesline and D*LUX are eliminated, but what an effort on their part and these fans, showing their appreciation. As D*LUX leave they get a warm reception, leaving Black unimpressed. COACH Yeah. Nice effort, no money. "Right Round" by Flo Rida cues and the lovely Queen Esther leads her Black and White Knights to the squared circle. BUFFER Now making their way to the ring, accompanied by QUEEN ESTHER… “SWEET” LUCIUS SOUL and RICO DE JANERIO…THE MARDI GRAS HEEELLLLLFIRE CLUB!! Esther sprinkles glitter from her MAGIC FAIRY WAND down the aisle and dances up the ring steps, but jumps into the arms of her knights after Faqu snatches the wand away. He plays with it in childlike fashion, then snaps it in half and eats its contents! QUEEN ESTHER, LUCIUS & RICO :ohmy: Faqu beats his chest and shouts at the top of his lungs. That’s enough to send Esther and company packing. QUEEN ESTHER Avenge your Queen, my knights! SOUL Man, let’s just find the nearest White Castle and forget this night ever happened. I ain’t getting in the ring with that animal. RICO Yeah, what he says. QUEEN ESTHER Very well. You shall avenge your Queen another night! To White Castle! So off they went to live happily ever after. Puzzled like everyone else, the referee counts them out to make it official. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! *DINGDINGDING!* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 6th elimination: Mardi Gras Hellfire Club Entered: #7 Eliminated: none Eliminated by: Nathaniel Black & Faqu ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COACH White Castle? Of fear? COLE No, I think they mean burgers. And it was unlucky #7 for the Mardi Gras Hellfire Club, although I don’t blame them for walking out. I wouldn’t want to be in the same ring as Faqu either! “Citizen Soldier“ by 3 Doors Down hits and the team of Baron Windels and Tim Cash head ringside. As result of their run-in with the Last Kings of Scotland on HeldDOWN~!, Cash sports a bandage above his eye. BUFFER From Peoria, Illinois, wrestling’s last real good guy… TIM CCAAAAAASSSSHHHHHH! His tag team partner, hailing from San Antonio, Texas… “THE LONE STAR GUNSLINGER” BBAAAAARRRRROOOOOOOOOONN WINDELS! CITIZEN SOOOOLDIERS!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" COLE Will #7 be lucky for Citizen Soldiers? Baron Windels slides in and gets him some of Faqu. Texas sized rights and Cowboy Bebop elbows have little effect on the rock hard cranium of the Samoan Wrecking Ball, so Baron whips him off and nails a big boot that moves Faqu back a few inches. Baron clotheslines Faqu over the top, then tags Cash and BACKDROPS HIM ONTO FAQU OUTSIDE! COACH I thought these guys never broke the rules. What’s with the illegal double-teaming? COLE A tag was made so all is legal. COACH Once again you show your favoritism, Cole, and it’s disgusting. Cash tosses Faqu back inside and fires a MISSLE DROPKICK! The cover. 1... 2... FAQU PRESSES CASH IN THE AIR AND DROPS HIM STOMACH-FIRST ON HIS KNEES!! COLE What raw power! Faqu rams Cash into the buckle and tags Black. Black Hammer shots rock Cash in the corner. He’s brought out and shot into the ropes. ROARING CLOTHESLINE… NO! Cash ducks the Black Lariat and lands an ENZIGURI~! SMALL PACKAGE! 1... 2... Kick out! Cash attempts a hurricarana that Black counters into a STRAITJACKET POWERBOMB! COLE Brittania Bomb! COACH Stick a fork in Tim Cash, Mikey Cole, he’s done. The count. 1... 2... SAVE BY BARON! To ensure Black doesn’t go straight for cover BW dumps him outside. Black shakes off the cobwebs and rolls back in to deliver a running stomp to the face of Cash! The smug Brit circles around holding the V-sign, then slams Cash and tags Faqu. Directed to the top Faqu splashes down…and eats canvas! COLE Nobody home on the big man frog splash! His arm outstretched Baron waits for the tag, but it’s the CI members who tag first. Cash feels the heat and dives to make the tag! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" Black charges Baron and is kicked in the gut. The Lone Star Gunslinger fires off a series of Cowboy Bebop elbows, then whips Black into the ropes for his trademarked BUTT bump! COLE BITE MY SHINY METAL ASS! COACH You’d like that, wouldn’t you? The cover. 1... 2... NO! Baron moves and Faqu splashes Black! Citizen Soldiers dropkick Faqu outside, then Cash executes a BACKBRAIN (SPINNING HEEL) KICK to the back of Black’s head and Baron serves up a BRIGHAM YOUNG COCKTAIL DDT~! The cover. 1... 2... 3!!!! *DINGDINGDING!* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 7th elimination: Nathaniel Black & Faqu Entered: #6 Eliminated: D*LUX, Mardi Gras Hellfire Club Eliminated by: Citizen Soldiers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Faqu goes ballistic and strikes the outside referee! COLE What a damn BULLY~! Black and Faqu are escorted backstage as “Protect Your Mind” by DJ Sakin & Friends hits. BUFFER Introducing Europe’s finest athletes… DANNY BOY and “THE BRAVEHEART” SCOTTISH SCOTT… THE LAST KINGS OF SCOTLAND!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Spiked club in hand, Scottish Scott reminds the Citizen Soldiers about the damage it caused. COLE Boy is there a score to settle here. It was only 3 nights ago on HeldDOWN~! the Last Kings of Scotland defeated Citizen Soldiers after Scottish Scott nailed Tim Cash with that spiked club. Cash required a handful of stitches to close the wound. Baron invites Scottish Scott inside and the two get it on like Donkey Kong. No technical wrestling just a fight. Scott rakes the eyes and fires Baron across. Baron ducks a clothesline and executes a FLYING CROSS BODY! 1... 2... Kick out! Cash tags in and in a reversal of roles, it’s Scottish Scott who offers a handshake to the man he busted open 3 nights ago. COLE You’ve got to be kidding me! COACH What, that in the me generation there’s still a person who believes in good sportsmanship? COLE One of those men believes in good sportsmanship alright, but it sure as heck isn’t Scottish Scott. He hit another man with a spiked club for crying out loud! Cash accepts the handshake, the pulls Scott in for an inverted atomic drop! COACH You call that good sportsmanship? COLE I call that payback. And Scott receives CASHBACK! The cover. 1... 2... SAVE BY DANNY! The Citizen Soldiers tag, but Scottish Scott reverses a whip and Danny Boy jabs the knee into the lower back of Baron Windels. Vertical suplex leads to a pin attempt. 1... 2... Kick out! Scott rams Baron into the buckle and tags Danny Boy. Cornered, Baron has Danny’s kilt placed over his face and is hammered. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! DANNY (to fans) Oh, so you wanna count along, do ya? Danny snap mares Baron out of the cover and covers him. DANNY Then count to 3 and raise me Irish hand. The count. 1... 2... Kick out! DANNY (staring down at Cash) A tough guy are we? Danny sets Baron for a pump handle fall away slam, but the Citizen Soldier floats over and delivers a RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP! COLE Baron Windels going for the tag. And he makes it! Danny Boy swings through on a punch and Cash shoves him into Scottish Scott! To the floor goes Scottish Scott, while Danny stumbles back at Cash who performs a knee breaker into a back suplex! He then hooks the legs and clamps on the MIDWEST SLING! COACH He’s got it locked right in the center of the ring, Cole. Danny Boy taps! *DINGDINGDING!* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 8th elimination: The Last Kings of Scotland Entered: #9 Eliminated: none Eliminated by: Citizen Soldiers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scottish Scott refuses to go quietly, however. He grabs his SPIKED CLUB and NAILS BARON! COLE Hey, come on! That’s uncalled for, damnit! COACH And right in front of the second referee too, something you’ve always cried for. Cash runs the Last Kings of Scotland off, then checks on his bloodied partner as “In the Air Tonight” by Non-Point cues. COLE Oh, dear God. COACH Citizen Soldiers are in BIG trouble now, Cole. There’s no love lost here. We also know who the final team is: Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright! COLE (sarcastically) I’m sure if VICE get past the Citizen Soldiers they’ll put up quite a fight against their former Enterprise partners. BUFFER Led to the ring by their manager INSPECTOR MORGAN NERDLY, they are Violators, Intimidators and Capital E-fenders... DETECTIVE TANGO BOSLEY and CHRISTOPHER PATRICK ALLEN, otherwise known as CPA... VVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Inspector Nerdly directs her charges to the ring and watches them as they do a number on Tim Cash. Baron still down outside in a pool of his own blood. COACH Now that it’s 2 on 1 the other way around I bet you don’t like it, Cole. COLE Not the way it came about I don’t. The Last Kings of Scotland had already been eliminated. What they did justifies a fine and/or suspension in my view. VICE elevated Cash off the ropes and let him drop hard onto the mat. Bosley proceeds to stomp Cash, all while he continues to smoke his CIGARETTE! The referee orders that he puts it out, but not on Cash’s BUTT like he does! INSPECTOR NERDLY Bosley smashes Cash into the boot of CPA and VICE tag. CPA shoots Cash in and delivers a FRONT SPINEBUSTER! The cover sees CPA place a foot on Cash’s chest. 1... 2... Kick out! COLE Insulting as that was you knew Cash was gonna kick out of that. Baron only now makes it back on the apron, and quickly gets knocked down by CPA. He then military presses Cash and snake eyes him! INSPECTOR NERDLY Finish him! CPA nods and sets Cash for the dreaded GIGATON PUNCH…but Cash swats the arm away and hits a desperation ENZIGURI~! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" Out of instinct Cash crawls to his corner, though nobody’s there…at first. A cheer goes up as Baron climbs back on the apron and reaches for the tag! COACH What’s this idiot doing? COLE Fighting till the very end, like the brave Citizen Soldier that he is. VICE tag first and the Citizen Soldiers follow soon after. Baron gets the better end of an exchange with Bosley and then backdrops him. Big dropkick knocks CPA off the apron and the Lone Star Gunslinger nails Bosley with a TOP ROPE LARIAT! The cover. 1... 2... NO! Baron smacks his ass to signal it’s time to BITE MY SHINY METAL ASS, but Bosley reverses a whip and the Lone Star Gunslinger runs into a GIGATON PUNCH! COACH Nobody kicks out of that, Cole. Kiss the Citizen Soldiers goodbye. CPA got all of that. The cover. 1... 2... 3!!!! *DINGDINGDING!* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 9th elimination: Citizen Soldiers Entered: #8 Eliminated: Nathaniel Black & Faqu, Last Kings of Scotland Eliminated by: V.I.C.E. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Money Talks” by AC/DC hits and the team of Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright power walk to the ring. The Billion Dollar Heir unable to control his excitement. COLE Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright will be laughing to the bank after its all said and done. Like they need anymore money. COACH You can never have enough, Cole. BUFFER Representing THE ENTERPRISE… THE NATURAL” CHRISTIAN WRRRRRRRRIGHT and “THE BILLION DOLLAR HEIR” THEODORE MMMOOOONNEYMAKER!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The entrance attire comes off and Moneymaker locks up with Bosley. COACH Look at that, Mikey. They’re wrestling. And you think it’d be some con job. Bosley scoops Moneymaker for a slam, but Wright delivers a SUPERKICK that knocks the Billion Dollar Heir on top. 1... 2... 3!!!! *DINGDINGDING!* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 10th elimination: V.I.C.E. Entered: #10 Eliminated: D*LUX, Citizen Soldiers Eliminated by: Theodore Moneymaker & Christian Wright ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inspector Nerdly shrugs her shoulders and pats her guys on the back, we‘ll get them next time. They all shake hands with Moneymaker and Wright before exiting. COLE B.S.! COACH Teddy and CW have won it! It’s over! Moneymaker and Wright demand they be awarded the giant paycheck for winning the gauntlet. Suddenly an unfamiliar piece of music begins to play. Those who follow the music scene will recognize it as “Scream” by Chris Cornell. COACH What’s going on here? The arena goes pitch black, and then a pair of spotlights flash down on two figures in blue vests and orange trunks (w/an angry cobra on the back, btw). They raise their heads to reveal SIMON SINGLETON and NED BLANCHARD! MONEYMAKER & WRIGHT BUFFER Our final entrants hailing from the O.C., Orange County, California… "BOX-OFFICE" SIMON SINGLETON and “THE HANDSOME HUSTLER” NED BLANCHARD... THE ORANGE COUNTY COOOOBRAS!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" COLE They’re back! Simon and Ned are back! COACH I can’t believe they’d dare show their faces after that beat down they received a couple weeks back. Simon and Ned charge the ring and all hell breaks loose as the four go at it. Moneymaker and Wright corner their former Enterprise partners and whip them into each other, but Simon leapfrogs Ned and the Orange County Cobras strike! COACH Nobody knew Simon and Ned would be involved, Cole. They have an unfair advantage. Wright and Moneymaker then are fired towards one another, and like the OCC they manage to avoid disaster by putting on the brakes in their case. They stop to gloat for a second and get nailed by a pair of atomic drop that does cause them to collide! Moneymaker falls outside while CW is rammed into the buckle. * CHOP * “WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” * CHOP * “WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” * CHOP * “WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” CW turns the table and unleashes a barrage of European uppercuts and chops of his own, then hip tosses… NO! Simon counters and CW lands across the ring in the wrong side of town. The Natural becomes a human ping pong ball going back-and-forth between Simon and Ned. Leveled by a dropkick CW uses the opportunity to roll over to his corner and tag out. Surprisingly, Moneymaker calls for Ned to face him. COLE How about that? Theodore Moneymaker challenging Ned Blanchard! COACH Like they say, if you want something done right…you gotta do it yourself. Teddy’s gonna take care of Ned himself. Ned receives the tag and a lockup ensues. Moneymaker backs Ned into the corner and SLAPS him! “OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” NED Moneymaker hides between the ropes when Ned goes after him, then delivers a sucker punch as the ref tries to keep an irate Handsome Hustler at bay! COLE Vintage Moneymaker! Moneymaker rams Ned into the buckle and chops away. Back elbow floors Ned off the ropes, and then Moneymaker drops A FISTFUL OF DOLLARS! The cover. 1... 2... Kick out! Moneymaker sets for a piledriver, but Ned counters with a backdrop and unloads on the Billion Dollar Heir. COACH Those are closed fists, Cole. COLE Who’s the one showing favoritism now? Moneymaker gets backed into a corner and Ned STOMPS A MUDHOLE AND WALKS IT DRY~! He whips the Billion Dollar Heir out and lands a clothesline, followed by an elbow straight to the heart off the ropes. Moneymaker reverses a whip and the OCC make a blind tag. Ned kicks Moneymaker up and Simon executes a SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE! The cover. 1... 2... SAVE BY CW! Ordered back on the apron Simon gives CW an assist courtesy of a dropkick. COACH Oh yeah, hit a guy from behind. What a good guy Simon Singleton is. COLE We all know Simon and Ned’s past. They certainly aren’t afraid to break a rule here and there. Simon attempts to whip Moneymaker but the Billion Dollar Heir reverses…and Simon tumbles outside after CW yanks down the top rope! COACH (laughs) CW and Teddy aren’t afraid to break a rule here and there themselves. The Natural fires Simon into the guardrail and performs a BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX on the arena floor! COLE Where’s the second referee? Over at the end side of the ring, that’s where. By the time he makes it to the other side the damage has been done. Wright rolls Simon back in and gets the tag. He fires Simon in for a SNAP POWERSLAM and hooks the leg! 1... 2... SAVE BY NED! CW rams Simon into the buckle and Moneymaker uses the tag rope to choke him while Ned is baited inside by the Natural. COACH I’d sure hate to be the outside official. The first one gets knocked out by Faqu and the second gets no respect. No respect at all I tell ya. CW drapes Simon across his shoulders and rolls forward to complete the BANK ROLL! The cover. 1... 2... Kick out! CW places Simon in a SLEEPER. When that doesn’t get Simon to quit he lifts him up and executes an INVERTED DDT! The cover. 1... 2... KICKOUT! Moneymaker demands the tag and makes Simon pay for continuing to fight by driving the knee upside the head. COLE Billion Dollar Knee lift! Simon is then whipped into the ropes, but he ducks a back elbow and delivers SPINNING HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN! Before Simon can even make it to his feet CW knocks Ned off the apron and hits Simon with a SUPERKICK! COACH Simon’s lucky to still have his head on his shoulders following that. Moneymaker drops a knee for good measure and covers Simon. 1... 2... 3-- NO! COLE Simon’s got fight left in him still. COACH But for long how? He’s taken quite a beating. Moneymaker slams Simon and goes up on the middle rope…BUT MISSES A DIVING BACK ELBOW! COLE The lights were on but nobody was home that time. The crowd rallies behind Simon as he looks to make the tag. Likewise for the Enterprise pair. They tag first and the OCC follow suit! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Ned decks Moneymaker and Wright, and then delivers a pair of body slams. DOUBLE COCONUT sends the Enterprise duo their separate ways. Simon re-enters the picture and the OCC hit the FLAPJACK! The cover. 1... 2... KICKOUT! Simon dashes across the apron to the top rope for the Atomic Blond (rocket launcher), but CW shoves him off and down onto the guardrail! COACH Short ride, bad landing. Ned and CW get into it and Moneymaker is quick to apply a COBRA CLUTCH! COLE The Bank Vault! Ned manages to go under, push Moneymaker off and the Enterprise members collide! He next looks to put Moneymaker away with his signature SLINGSHOT SUPLEX, but CW CLIPS THE KNEE! Moneymaker falls on top for the pin as CW holds Ned’s leg! COLE Moneymaker and Wright are gonna steal this one. 1... 2... SAVE BY SIMON! Simon swings over the top rope and wipes out CW. Meanwhile, Moneymaker makes the mistake of attempting a suplex as Ned blocks it and hits the SLINGSHOT SUPLEX!! The OCC tag and they drop THE ATOMIC BLOND ON MONEYMAKER!!! 1... 2... 3!!!! *DINGDINGDING!* COACH No, no, no! COLE Simon and Ned have done it! They’ve conquered their demons! COACH I’m sure Teddy and CW will appreciate you calling them demons. COLE I have no sympathy for the devil and I’m sure nobody else does either. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 11th elimination: Theodore Moneymaker & Christian Wright Entered: #11 Eliminated: V.I.C.E. Eliminated by: Orange County Cobras WINNERS: ORANGE COUNTY COBRAS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the $50,000 AngleMania Payday match… SIMON SINGLETON and NED BLANCHARD... THE ORANGE COUNTY COOOOBRAS!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Moneymaker and Wright leave defeated while the Orange County receive the giant check and celebrate. COLE What a night it’s been thus far, Coach. To think, we still have two World title matches to come! COACH I personally can’t wait for the World tag team title match, Mikey Cole. The LDC Moneygang need to win to keep this from being the worst night in the Enterprise’s history. COLE They’ll have their work cut out for them facing the awesome Team Heyross. 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Chanel #99 Posted March 25, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 25, 2013 COACH Yo Anglemania ain’t in LA this year, but that don’t mean we can’t keep it real hip-hop with the biggest stars. Celebrities love Da Coach and Da Coach loves em right back. Right now I’m gonna chat with my main dawg P.Diddy, who came down from NYC just to see AM VII! Diddy? P.Diddy appears on screen, sitting in a luxury booth. COACH Diddy what’s up, son? You enjoying the show? P.DIDDY Oh, for sure. Its great here. You all do it real big. COACH Diddy, diddy my dawg, did you get that text message I sent you about hanging out after the show? P.DIDDY I meant to talk to you about that. If you ever text message me again I will literally bash your brains in with an old school bus transmission and feed your carcass to the starving homeless. Ya dig? The fuck were you thinking you little shittle? I saw a new text message and got excited and it was your little ass asking if I can treat you to biscuits at Red Lobster. COACH Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted March 25, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 25, 2013 Fresh from his no doubt miserable showing in the tag team gauntlet, Vinny looks rather cheery, and perhaps that has something do with the fact that’s he’s standing next to Anglesault in the ring. VINNY Ohhhhhhhhhh man, this gig is far out! Vinny Valentine, looooooking good like he’s ready for Hollywood, what’s happening cheese eaters, all the squares that normally do interviews are spoken for. So what it is and what it will be is that V-squared is bringing you a big-time boss announcement with his main cat, the big bossman himself, ANGLESAULT I’m not the Bossman, we don’t look a thing alike. I’m Anglesault. VINNY Are you jiving me, turkey? Get with the slang, don’t be a square. You’re the head honcho, the big cheese, and you have got something to say! ANGLESAULT Yes, I want to thank the many OAOAST Marks around the world that have made Anglemania part of their evening viewing experience. And I want to give a special expression of gratitude to everybody at Lucas Oil Stadium for helping to make this night so special. VINNY Awww sooky sooky now, you hear that Indianoplis, Anglesault has love for you! ANGLESAULT I’m very proud to announce an exciting videogame, whose premise and theme fits this magical night. Legends of Anglemania will be making its debut this summer on PS3 and XBOX 360 thanks to all your friends at Capcom. Relive the moments that fill the pages of history books with your favorite stars of OAOAST yesteryear, EvenFlowDDT, Mario Logan, Dan Black… VINNNY V Squared! ANGLESAULT Not sure you’re in it. VINNY What do you mean “not sure you’re in it?” ANGLESAULT You can be imported from No Homo, but as for the actual standalone game you aren’t in it. VINNY What do you mean I’m not in it? ANGLESAULT How many ways can I say this, you aren’t in the game. You’ve only wrestled in two Anglemanias and last year you lost in 30 seconds to the Warrior. VINNY That freakzoid square? Bring that bad apple out any time and I’ll send him packin back to the nut house, daddy! Prince's funky “Black Sweat” beat hits, Mister Warrior sprints down to the ring. He leaps onto the ring apron and begins shaking the ring ropes like a maniac, while pyro shoots off from the turnbuckles. He climbs into the ring and climbs various turnbuckles, screaming "Speak to me, SUUUUUUUUUUUPERMAAAAAAANIACS!!!!" “YEAAAAAAAAA!”MAN Event Spinebuster! COLE Oh my! Pin by Mister Warrior that’s counted by the CEO himself… CROWD ONE!! CROWD TWO!! CROWD THREE!! “Speak to me, SUUUUUUUUUUUPERMAAAAAAANIACS!!!!" WARRIOR bellows as he strips Vinny Valentine down to his KC and Sunshine band thong. He then takes Vinny’s clothes and runs to the back screaming about the “triad of evil stench” from them. I suggest using tide. ANGLESAULT Mister Warrior! “YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”COMING THIS SUMMER FOR PS3 AND XBOX360 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted March 25, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 25, 2013 GO! To un-explain the unforgivable, Drain all the blood and give the kids a show. By streetlight this dark night, A séance down below. There are things that I have done, You never should ever know! And without you is how I disappear, And live my life alone forever now. And without you is how I disappear, And live my life alone forever now. The black red and mascara tinged My Chemical Romance beats into the arena with the operatic rock track “This Is How I Disappear” Charges of electricity scream down on an entrance stage that’s carpeted by dark blue lights. On the numerous video screens throughout the venue images of flashes of electrical bolts find their way onto screen. After the final violent bolt of electricity touches down on stage, the entrance doors spread apart to bring out Morgan Nerdly. Standing beneath gigantic screens that boast her image and her exploits, Morgan boasts a scornful distrusting expression that she throws upon the audience. Her tiny figure fills out an open booty shorted romper with a black bra, and black high heeled boots. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen it is time for the OAOAST Women’s Title match, now making her way to the ring, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, she is the challenger, and head of the OAOAST V.I.C.E. squad, she is INSPECTOR MORGAN NERDLY. Walking down the long entrance ramp is a true test of Morgan’s patience and willpower. She must use every bit of self control she owns to stop herself from lashing at the audience with dangerous electricity. COLE Nineteen year old Morgan Nerdly making her first appearance at Anglemania and she certainly made herself felt on this past HeldDOWN, giving Jade a shock of her trademarked electrical blast. COACH Jade ain’t never dealt with nobody like this before. She didn’t know what kind of can of worms she opened when she tried to befriend this chick. Now she might end up in the hospital for a second time and out a women’s title! Inside the ring, as blue lights swirl behind, Morgan stands on the center rope, leaning forward to gaze with sorrowful eyes into the stands. All around her, electrical sparks shoot from the tops of the turnbuckles. A gaggle of cheerleaders rushes onto stage, each dressed in blue and gold uniforms that proudly read SWAG-U in bold collegiate font. They form two lines pointing diagonally down the stage, and then proceed to raise and shake their blue pom poms into the air. “GIMMIE A J! GIMMIE AN A! GIMMIE D! GIMMIE AN E! GO-GO-JADE-GO GO-GO-JADE-GO! GO-GO-JADE-GO!” Suddenly Alix appears on stage microphone in hand, wearing this swagtastic outfit- “A.SPEZ CHEERIN WIT THE LEADERS WEARIN A WIFE BEATER. RINGS ON MY FINGER LIKE A DERK JETER. JADE OVER BITCHES! JADE OVER BITCHES! DO THE JADE! DO THE JADE! YOU NEVER CATCH JADE ROLLIN’ WIT A BITCH, CUZ A BITCH AIN’T SHIT NO MATTER WHO SHE MESSIN WIT. BITCH CAN’T TOUCH US, FALL BACK AWAY YOU MUST. NOW BUMP IT TO THE LEFT, NOW BUMP IT TO THE RIGHT, BECAUSE WHEN YOU DO THE JADE YOU GOTTA DO IT-“ "Boys call you sexy (What's up, sexy) And you don’t care what they say See, every time you turn around They screamin' your name Boys call you sexy (What's up, sexy) And you don’t care what they say See, every time you turn around They screamin' your name" Inside the flashing purple spotights, Alix throws up her hands and asks why god has forsaken her noble village. To a massive pop from the stadium and shaking of the pom poms from the cheerleaders, Jade runs out onto stage. She pauses from her energetic routine to take the time to lecture Alix over using her entrance to launch her bound to be ill-fated hip hop career. While Alix throws a tantrum on the floor about having spent $15,000 to get timbaland to produce that beat, Jade and her cheerleaders do what cheerleaders do best, work the crowd into an intense frenzy! BUFFER And the champion! now residing in Los Angeles, California! The second generation starlet with a heart of gold... ladies and gentlemen, she is the reigning and defending OAOAST WOMEN'S CHAMPION... "LITTLE MISS CALIFORNIA"... JJJJAAAAAAADDEEEEEE... RRRRROOOOODDEEEEEEZZZZZZ - DDUUUUUUUUUNNCCAAAAAAAAAANN!!!!! Jade charges down the ring apron, shaking her pom poms at the many fans that sing her praises. Clearly the eldest Duncan girl is excited to be making her first appearance as a performer at Anglemania and shares her infectious joy with the audience. COLE Jade Rodez-Duncan with one the toughest challenges she’s faced as champion, the very same woman that has put her in the hospital. A very big night for Jade here at Lucas Oil Stadium, with her title defense, her mother set to take on the contemptible Mister Dick, and her boyfriend featured in the mainevent world title match against "The Franchise" Zack Malibu. COACH Jade’s proved me wrong bunches of times Mikey. I don’t know how but she’s done it. But I ain’t sure her luck can last through Anglemania, this little girl is a legit psychopath. She ain’t like Malaysia, Malaysia knows what she’s doing, and she's doing it for fun, this girl is out of control is doing it because she don't know no better and doesn’t now how to stop herself. This girl's liable to destroy Jade, the referee, some fans, and finally herself. I ain't sure I'd wanna step into the ring with someone like Morgan. She's a pitbull in a poodle's body. Jade slides into the ring, and heads to the top turnbuckle. Though she raises her title belt into the air and gets a grand reception from the fans, she keeps most of her attention focused on Morgan as the Nerdly girl gets patted down by the referee. COACH That ain’t gonna work! She’s got superpowers, she’ll fry you, you gotta inject her with a serum! COLE Why do you ridicule everything that Melody says except the most ludicrous thing of them all. “Don’t make me do this.” Morgan speaks slow, painfully, as though each word bore a hole into very flesh. Jade doesn’t quite know how to react, or how to proceed and only stares back blankly. Morgan’s blood raw eyes lower, “You’re forcing my hand. You’re making me hurt you.” Jade nods to Earl Hebner, who’s unsure if he should even let this match begin. Despite these misgivings he calls for the bell DING DING DING DING COLE Women’s title defended for the very first time at Anglemania! The champion Jade-Rodez Duncan, who is without a doubt the best women’s champion we’ve ever had! COACH Are we forgetting one Miss Lindsay Gonzales. COLE No, we're still trying hard to not remember her! Teantiavly Jade steps towards Morgan, wary of her electrical tricks. Her fears are unfounded as the baby of the Nerdly family steps to her for a lockup. There’s a brief jockeying for position that ends with Morgan snatching Jade into a side headlock. She wrenches and torques on Jade’s neck, sending her blonde hair flying every which way and causing her great deal of pain. Pain that’s made even worse by the fact that the headlock has now turned into a vicious chokehold. “Come on, Morgan, let it go.” “Get away from me!” The teenage P.I. roars, and Hebner is forced to do just that, lest he incur her violent wrath. Thankfully for both he and Jade, Morgan calms down slightly and switches into a hammerlock. But, Jade is able to swiftly counter and transfer Morgan into a headlock of her own. “YEAAAAAAAA!” Morgan hollers out in frustration as her hands find Jade’s chin and try to crank her neck to give herself some freedom. This fails to work and Little Miss California continues to bring pain and suffering towards Morgan’s neck. Thus Morgan is required to take more unusual measures and grabs onto Jade’s left boob! Not quite the sexually adventurous one like her mom, Jade yanks her body away at once. Morgan barely reacts, only running her hands through her curled blond hair and tilting her head to her side. COACH This chick is all the way gone! Having taken the moment to regain her composure in the face of this unusual opponent, Jade once again tries for another lockup. But she’s too slow for Morgan, and the Inspector wheels behind her to snap her bare arm behind her back in a hammer lock. Instantly Jade begins to war against the hold, having zero desire to be trapped within the unstable girl’s clutches. But, Morgan refuses to relinquish her old, giggling to herself over Jade’s repeated troubles. That giggling comes to a quick end when Jade dumps her over onto the canavs with a fireman’s carry. Enjoying the positive response from the fans, Krista’s eldest girl goes for the first pin of the match…. ONE! Morgan kicks out, by rolling her body backwards, and trapping Jade into a pinning situation! ONE! But Jade kicks out of the unusual pinning situation. She quickly hops to her feet, firing off a pair of jabs towards Morgan. But the P.I. blocks the strikes and Jade recoils backwards, leaving herself open to the irish whip that sends her towards the corner. But, JRD reverses the hold and Morgan is thrown shoulder first into the ring posts. Her thin lips turn down in a scowl as she sees Jade charging in on her. She shoots up her arm in her defense, and it serves as a good shield as Jade runs directly into her elbow. The OAOAST’s head cheerleader staggers backwards, nursing her sore face. But she makes a speedy recovery and sends her tennis shoes trotting to Morgan. But the petite Nerdly girl lifts herself onto the ring posts and surprises Jade with a hurricanrana. However, Jade will not let herself be brought down by the unexpected attack and maneuvers herself atop Morgan’s body in a unique pin… ONE! TWO! Morgan kicks out with such force that Jade is propelled through the ropes. She takes a graceless fall to the outside mats where nearby fans immediately worry about her condition. Oddly concerned as well is Morgan, who offers her hand to help Jade return to the Anglemania ring. Little Miss California hasn’t the capacity to trust Morgan and decides to get onto the apron herself. Deeply offended, Morgan’s lips form a frown, but she’s still kind enough to hold the ropes open for Jade. COLE Sportsmanship is a great thing, but this is something besides sportsmanship this Morgan’s own deluded state of mind taking over. The two girls circle each other about the ring, with Jade staring at Morgan with a reserved sadness. Morgan merely keeps her expression docile, a far cry from the killer that lies within. She steps to Jade and quickly captures her inside a headlock. The hold doesn’t last very long, as Jade grabs onto Morgan’s bootyshorted romper and pushes her into the ropes. But as Morgan returns to Jade, she leans forward and takes down the cheerleader with a shoulder tackle. Noticing that Jade’s ruffled skirt has become unkempt, Morgan reaches down and helpfully adjusts it. COACH Tim Cash eat your heart out. You’ve never done wardrobe adjustments for Spencer Reiger. Assured that her “friend’s” skirt is prim and proper, Morgan takes towards the ropes. But her black heels carry her no farther than a few centimeters before Jade reaches out and trips her up! “OOOOOOOOOH!” The look on Morgan’s face is one of pure, honest outrage, her teeth grit, her lips part and her blue eyes narrow into microscopic specs. COLE Uh-oh! Morgan rushes to her feet, but finds Jade aiming an elbow directly towards her. The inspector dodges behind Jade, and whirls into a kick. But Jade’s arms move much to fast for Morgan and she nails her across the face with a hard forearm. Morgan takes a moment to adjust her jaw, and wonder how a “friend” could mistreat her so. Deriving no answers in her warped mind, Morgan settles herself on trading forearms with the champion. But the littlest Nerdly girl isn’t much of a match for Jade’s punching power and a fierce shot staggers her into the corner. She leans against the ropes, mouth hung open by exhaustion and lines of frustration sprouting on her face. She’s then thrown under fire by a wave of knife edge chops from the champion. COLE At 5’1 you could call Morgan the runt of the Nerdly litter, easily the smallest competitor in the OAOAST. COACH Sometimes the smallest competitors are the most dangerous in the OAOAST. Krista could hula hoop with a cheerio and she's undefeated, Leon Rodez can barely see over his kitchen counter and he's a former world champion. Jade takes hold of Morgan’s arm and uses it to launch her across the ring to the opposite corner. Seconds after she hits the ropes, Morgan is faced down by the oncoming Duncan girl. But Morgan reacts with remarkable speed getting her pumps up to swat Jade away. Little Miss California tumbles to her knees taking hold of her injured face and shoulder. Unaware to the women’s champion, her challenger has made her way onto the second rope. But Jade puts those cheerleading skills to good use by cartwheeling forward and wrapping her not quite as well insured as her mother’s legs around Morgan’s neck. But Morgan summons the necessary strength to throw Jade back to the ground. Before the women’s champion can recover, the inspector leans forward and snags her inside a front facelock. A tornado DDT is attempted, but Jade pushes Morgan away and stabs her in stomach immediately upon landing. Morgan doubles over in pain, her hands folding around her sore stomach. This leaves her wide open to the rising kick Jade sends into her head, that knocks her through the ropes to the outside. Morgan lands in a heap, whimpering in pain and holding onto her bruised shoulder. Jade backs away adjusting her cheerleading skirt, and looking slightly amazed at the power behind her kick. COLE There was some force behind that kick! A little revenge for the electrical blast Morgan got Jade with on HeldDOWN~!? “LET’S GO JADE! LET’S GO JADE! LET’S GO JADE!” Leaning against the ropes, Morgan feels a twinge of betrayal from the powerful kick, her face is frozen in confusion as she’s left wondering how Jade could hurt given how gently she’s treated her thus far. She hasn’t much time to work out her issues before Jade comes diving over the top rope with an amazing plancha. But Morgan slides out the way and the women’s champion is forced to brace herself for a fall that proves to be horrifically painful. Curled up on the ground, overwhelmed by agony Jade fails to notice Morgan heading towards the announce table. COLE What are you doing over here? COACH Uhhhh...if this has anything to do with me....I didn't mean to call you nuts on HeldDOWN~! I was complimenting your fine BUTT and it just came out as nuts. Don't zap me, super powered mutant! The young girls face lights up with a savage lusting, while eyes fall upon one of the television monitors. A grimace spreads across her face, signs of her internal struggle not to exercise her most violent demons. COLE There’s no need for this! Just fight the match the right way! The mental battle is taxing, but Morgan’s good side wins out and she leaves the monitor in place. She rolls Jade back into the ring, and follows her in. Her eyes caste manic glances at her foe, as they both crawl to their feet. Morgan rushes in with a forearm, that’s swiftly ducked by Jade. Her miss carries her into the ropes, which push her back to the waiting cheerleader. Morgan throws her hands up in defense but is still blown over by the E!ziguri! “YEAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” With a hand on her weakened face, Morgan tries to make a quick return to her feet. Though she succeeds, she stands up directly into fierce forearms from the women’s champion. This leaves Morgan dazed and wobbly on her feet. Jade takes advantage of this by backing into the ring cables. They spur her forward, and she swings an arm around Morgan’s neck to bring her down with the Sweet Dreams! Morgan attempts to roll away, but Jade inflicts much agony upon her little body with a tucked knee senton splash. As Morgan hollers her pain, Jade makes the cover, and Indiana counts with the referee… CROWD ONE! CROWD TWO! Morgan lifts her shoulder up just before Hebner’s hand touches the mat. The fans’ insist that was a three, and ever attuned to people’s feelings, Jade assures him he’s doing an excellent job. Backstage Jade’s mother Krista sits on the edge of her seat, which marks the first time she’s actually done that while watching a wrestling match. In fact this might be the first time she’s ever watched a wrestling match that didn’t have the word “mud” or “baby oil” in front of it. COLE Jade almost had it right there. Coach, can you admit that Jade has come such a long way from the time when she decided she wanted to stop being a valet and start being a women’s champion? COACH I can, and I can also admit the women’s division has grown along with her. You have the tough as nails mainstays like Malaysia and Lorelei, the speedy kids like Morgan and Maggie, and then wildcard upstarts like Queen Esther and Sophie. Meanwhile in the ring, Jade hauls Morgan to her feet by her curled blond hair. A pair of knife edge chops severely weaken the challenger and allow Jade to irish whip her into the ropes. Gathering some of her strength, Morgan comes rushing back with lariat in tow, but Jade easily counters this move by striking her with a painful single arm DDT! “YEAAAAAAAAAA!” the fans scream as the champion gives them a nod of confidence. COLE Jade’s feeling it tonight! And will her boyfriend Bohemoth be feeling it tonight as he faces Zack Malibu for the second straight Anglemania this time for the OAOAST World Title? Bringing Morgan back to her feet allows the women's champion to attach her into a front facelock. But after a mighty struggle and several elbow strikes, Morgan is able to win her freedom from Jade. She quickly latches onto her foe's arm and pulls her in close for a short arm lariat. But Jade ducks bellow the strike, and Morgan awkwardly teeters forward due to the miss. With haste she recovers her bearing and swings back at around at Jade. But Little Miss California leaps upward and catches her with a front dropkick. Morgan falls over to the canvas, coughing from the exhaustion and pain Jade's put her under these last few seconds. Continuing her furious pace, Jade latches onto Morgan's bare legs and the bridges backwards to throw her towards the ring posts. But to Jade's and the fans' disappointment, Morgan succeeds in landing on the second ropes. She waste little time in admiring her deft landing, and instead shoots backwards to Jade with a moonsault press. But Jade rolls beneath Morgan, and the challenger is forced to make a sudden course correction in order to come down on her feet. The awkward landing saps her of energy, and a weariness settles over her. This exhaustion is what causes her to be easily victimized by a second E!ziguri! Morgan goes down with a thud, crying out in pain and seething in rage over Jade's dominance of her. "JADE! JADE! JADE!" the fans sing as Jade shakes some imaginary pom-poms. COLE What a great performance so far tonight by the Women's Champion, and we're seeing why Jade is the queen of the division. Morgan works her way back upright, seemingly oblivious to the dangerous champion that waits behind her. This is of course most is unfortunate as Jade is able to throw her over with back suplex! However, Morgan manages to come down on her heels. This takes quite a bit out of her and exhaustion spreads along her face. Because of this Jade is able to capture her into a school girl roll up. Hebner drops to his knees and scores the pin! CROWD ONE! CROWD TWO! Morgan refuses to stay down, and pushes past the pain to kick out. All across her tiny body there’s anguish, and she squirms on the canvas trying her hardest to cope with it all. COLE I think this is one of the very few matches in the OAOAST where Jade actually has the size advantage, standing a little over two inches taller than Morgan. COACH Ain't funny how Jade's mama is queen of the amazons and Jade represents the lollipop guild? Jade reaches down to continue exercising this rare advantage, but Morgan calls upon every ounce of strength in her bones and slams her heel into Jade’s forehead. Staggering backwards, Jade puts distance between herself and Morgan to try and recover her lost strength. But this gap in space is quickly closed by the running Nerdly who grabs Jade’s head and spikes it into the canvas with the Unsolved Mystery (running DDT)! COACH No mystery there, that chick just her neck snapped. Morgan attempts a pinfall, nervousness playing on her facial features… ONE! TWO! THR—JADE KICKS OUT! COLE Almost had a new champion! But Jade fought so hard to win this title, she's going to do anything and everything in her power to try and keep it. “JADE! JADE! JADE!” The OAOAST Marks sing, and are even more excited to watch Little Miss California return to her feet. Jade’s rise sends rage flying through Morgan, and this rage prompts her to throw a poorly aimed lariat at the champion. Jade has little trouble in ducking behind Morgan, and captures her chin within her hands. “YEAAAAAAAA!” the fans scream, knowing that Jade’s finisher is forthcoming. But their cheers are a touch premature as Morgan manages to expertly maneuver Jade on her shoulders. Jade’s elbows immediately pound into the side of Morgan’s head, and the little Nerdly girl can barely take more than four before she’s forced to release Jade. The moment Little Miss California touches down on her feet, she assails Morgan with powerful forearms that back the P.I. into the corner. Resting against the ring ropes, Morgan is powerless to stop Jade from backing away, and then charging towards her. She leaps into Morgan’s chest and back flips the challenger towards the center of the ring. Somehow Morgan succeeds in coming down onto her feet, though she stumbles forward from her awkward landing. Jade seizes upon her moment of weakness by charging forward and rolling her up into a pin! CROWD ONE! CROWD TWO! Morgan kicks out, narrowly escaping certain defeat. COLE Jade almost had it, but Morgan a lot tougher than little body looks. COACH She’s like a damn roach or a termite, she just don’t go away, she sticks around. COLE I bet she’ll appreciate being called a termite. Jade pulls Morgan to her feet with one hand, while the other earns from the crowd from signaling for the forthcoming finish. Jade weakens the Nerdly girl with a series of forearms, and as she stand dazed in placed, charges into the ropes. The cables spit her back towards Morgan, and she ascends to the skies with a cross bodyblock. But Morgan makes a sudden and unbelievable recovery to duck low and capture Jade on her shoulders. COLE Jade could be in trouble here! Dread fills the stands, and its well founded as Morgan throws Jade down with an F-U! COLE Jade left in Shock and Awe! Morgan holds a worried expression, perhaps concerned for Jade’s health after the devastating hold, and hooks the leg for the fall… ONE! TWO! THREE!DING DING DING COLE New champion! New Champion! COACH Damn, Krista better hope bad luck don't run in the family, otherwise its goodbye to that winning streak of her's. Morgan’s bloodshot eyes bulge at the sight of the sparkling world title. She staggers to her feet, wincing as she does so, and grabs onto her newly won title belt. She doesn't know whether to be elated or sorrowful, yet she still strokes her fresh piece of gold. BUFFER Your winner as a result of a pinfall and new OAOAST Women's Champion…..MORGAN NERDLY! Looking down at Jade dampens her celebration quite a bit. Her throat tightens and guilt stabs her heart. There’s a moment where she seems to find the kindness to try and help Jade to her feet. But its nothing more than a fleeting second, and her darker side returns as she shouts “You made me do this!” repeatedly to her fallen foe. COLE The seven month reign of Jade Rodez-Duncan comes to an end at Anglemania. Perhaps a stunning upset performed by the littlest Nerdly, but I’m not sure any of us fully understand the danger Morgan Nerdly possess to herself and to those around her. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted March 25, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 25, 2013 Out in stands on the lower level is Maggie Nerdly joined by a throng of screaming and hype up OAOAST Marks! MAGGIE What’s up everybody, you excied for Anglemania? “YEAAAAAAAAAA!” MAGGIE Who do you thinks pulling the win tonight Alfdogg or that jerk Reject? “ALF! ALF! ALF! ALF!” MAGGIE Alf a big time favorite here in Indy! I’m chillin with another Indy favorite, Peyton Manning, quarterback of the Indianolpis Colts. Peyton, thanks for hanging with me. So who’s your favorite OAOAST superstar. PEYTON I’m a big fan of Alfdogg. I’ve had pleasure of meeting him several times and he’s a great guy. THUNDERKID (O.S.) I’ve had the pleasure of meeting him several times and he’s a great guy MAGGIE (trying to ignore TK’s unwelcome intrusion onto the scene) Uh, right, so how are you liking Anglemania. PEYTON Its exciting, it’s the superbowl of sports and entertainment! THUNDERKID (in a mocking tone) Its exciting, it’s the superbowl of sports and entertainment! PEYTON Are you trying to get my goat? THUNDERKID I don’t want your goat, your pig, your cow, or any other animal of your’s, big country. You have a lot of influence in this sorry city, these people will listen to you. The Deadly Alliance needs you to spread the good word and sort of let Indiana know that their homestate favorite is just a washed up chump! “BOOOOOOOOOO!” PEYTON That’s all you want me to do? THUNDERKID That’s all you have to do. Tell them just what Alfdogg really is, and I’ll let you get back to enjoying the show. PEYTON I don’t think so. THUNDERKID I didn’t ask you think. I guess you need some persuasion, though. ThunderKid takes off his leather jacket and prepares to square up with Manning. But this perhaps wasn’t the best of ideas, as the QB rocks him with a left cross, then leaves him crumbled on the ground with a punch! “YEAAAAAAAA!” the nearby fans cheer as they high five the star NFLer. MAGGIE Dang, you got knocked out, T.Kid! Anything can and will happen at an Anglemania! Guys, take it away. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted March 25, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 25, 2013 BUFFER The following contest scheduled for one fall is for the ONE & ONLY WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP! DON'T TELL ME WHERE TO STICK MY OWN MATCH GRAPHIC, TONY! “The World is Mine” by David Guetta hits, and Lorelei DeCenzo leads her charges through the curtain flanked by green and gold spotlights. BUFFER Introducing first, the challengers representing THE ENTERPRISE and accompanied by LORELEI DECENZO! At a total combine weight of 430 pounds, here are COLIN MAGUIRE, JR. and SPENCER REIGER… THE LDC MMMOOOONNEYGANG!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Reiger and Maguire pull their hoodies back to reveal arrogant smirks on their faces. COACH You feelin’ new tag team champions tonight? COLE It’s certainly a possibility, especially if they land that devastating spike Reiger Counter finisher of theirs. COACH The Luck of the Irish? Yep, got the 411 on that. Aptly named too because you’d need luck to kick out of that. Lorelei helps the guys remove their gear as “Shine” by Collective Soul booms overhead. Atop the stage Moss and Benjamin raise their arms to set off red, white and blue pyro behind them. BUFFER And their opponents! Total combined weight of 485 pounds, two of the most gifted mat grapplers to ever grace the ring in addition to being the reigning and defending tag team champions of the WOOOOOORLD… CHARLIE MOSS and QUENTIN BENJAMIN... TEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYRRRRROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Team Heyross pose on the turnbuckles, then hand the tag belts to referee Nick Patrick and remove their windbreaker getup. COLE Pound for pound the best tag team in OAOAST history, it was at the Celtic Spectacular Team Heyross dethroned longtime rivals Reject and Thunderkid to capture their 3rd tag team championship. COACH Thanks to an assist by OAOAST President Josie Baker and Alfdogg, Mikey Cole. They blindsided Reject and TK. I mean Josie Baker only informed them days before the show they were signed to wrestle, and then Alfdogg surprises them with Team Heyross. Can you say conspiracy? COLE I say you’re full of you-know-what. Reject and TK knew of their match a week in advance. And if not for a contract loophole put in place when, ironically, Alfdogg was still the leader of the Deadly Alliance, Team Heyross would’ve regained the tag titles long ago. In fact, between the two, no other team has held the tag title in over a year! They’ve accounted for the past five title changes. Both teams converse in their respective corners. Soon thereafter Spencer Reiger and Charlie Moss exit. * DINGDINGDING * Quentin Benjamin and CMJ circle to begin, and then move in for the lockup. And right off the bat Benjamin is put on the defense. He deflects multiple leg strikes and throws a spin kick in retaliation, but Junior veers back and shoves him into the corner for a series of Irish uppercuts. Benjamin turns the tables and responds in kind. Stunned, CMJ is shot in to the far corner but evades a Stinger Splash and uses a snap mare to setup a CRUCIFIX PIN! ONE! KICKOUT! CMJ chops Benjamin against the ropes, then attempts an Irish whip, but Benjamin reverses and executes an OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! The cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! CMJ walks it off as Team Heyross tag, and Charlie Moss almost catches Jr. asleep going low for a single-leg. COACH You always got to be alert when in the ring against Charlie Moss or Quentin Benjamin. They can take you down and put you in a world of hurt in a hurry. CMJ signals Moss to bring it. They tie-up and Moss is rattled by an Irish uppercut, his brain then scrambled by a violent introduction to the knee of Spencer Reiger! A tag follows and they hit a double back elbow. Measured knee drop connects and Reiger covers. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Scoop and a… NO! Moss slides over the top, shoots Reiger into the ropes and scores with a big dropkick! CMJ steps in but a running leg lariat puts him back where he came, prompting Lorelei DeCenzo to call an emergency conference outside. COLE Lorelei not liking what she‘s seeing thus far. COACH And like a good coach, Lori’s trying to keep this one from spiraling out of control early. She realizes if things continue to go the way they are it’s gonna be over sooner rather than later. Lori gives her men a peck on the cheek for extra motivation. And it pays dividends when new legal man CMJ side headlocks Moss to the canvas. Moss kips up and takes CMJ down with a side headlock of his own. CMJ scissors the head, and rather than float on top like 99.9% of all wrestlers do in this predicament Moss looks to apply the MOSSY KNOLL~! COLE Oh, my! CMJ in real trouble here! As Moss digs in for a better grip, CMJ grabs the neck and turns Moss over locked in THE ANACONDA CHOKE!! COACH Who’s the guy in trouble now, Michael Cole? COLE The Boston Stranger is roaming loose tonight in Indy. A spectacular counter by Colin Maguire, Jr.! Benjamin understands Moss can‘t survive for long, so he stomps CMJ to break the submission hold. "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" His bell rang CMJ tags out. Moss, meanwhile, crawls to the nearest corner in search of a breather, but Reiger is there to lay the boots to him. * CLAP * CLAP * CLAP * CLAP * Benjamin rallies the crowd and Moss gets FIRED UP~! He mounts a brief comeback until New York’s Finest rakes the eyes. Reiger then slams Moss, steps out on the apron and performs his trademark SLINGSHOT DOUBLE STOMP! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Reiger brings Moss to his feet and rams him into the buckle. Lorelei DeCenzo’s Moneygang tag and CMJ is back punishing Moss with more vicious Irish uppercuts. Fired off, Moss puts on the brakes and kicks CMJ, then signals Benjamin. LORELEI (to CMJ) Fall down! Fall down!!! Moss backs into the ropes, and Benjamin moves in to sweep the leg of CMJ as Moss hits a clothesline! COLE Double Goozle~! COACH Wait a minute, Cole. There was no tag; that’s an illegal double-team. No way should referee Nick Patrick make the count if Moss goes for the pin. COLE Five seconds is the allotted time for two men to be in the ring at once, which is about how long Team Heyross were in there so it was perfectly legal. The cover. ONE! TWO! SAVE BY REIGER! COACH (laughs) Nice to see crime doesn’t pay, Cole. Moss places CMJ in an arm bar and tags Benjamin. Benjamin wrings the arm and is subjected to an Irish uppercut for his trouble. CMJ then whips him in and falls back mid-ring for a monkey flip…but Benjamin hooks the legs for a WHEELBARROW SUPLEX!! COLE That hurt CMJ. CMJ rolls outside to avoid being pinned. There Lorelei DeCenzo comforts him with a neck and back massage. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COACH You’ve got to love a manager who cares for their players, Mikey. COLE And the HOT NEWZ~! backstage is that Lorelei really loves her players. COACH So in your view Lori is a slut? I hope she sues the skirt off you. Yeah, I said skirt because pants are associated with men and you are no man. The Irish Golden Boy resumes for his team after being nursed back to health. Benjamin and him lockup and the amateur wrestling standout slams CMJ not once but twice. A third is attempted but CMJ floats over and uppercuts Benjamin from behind, then hoists him on his shoulders as Reiger leaps off the top…AND INTO A BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!!! COACH DAYUM~! COLE What a helluva athlete Quentin Benjamin is. Only he could pull that off. Out of instinct Benjamin covers Reiger, but he isn’t the legal man, something CMJ informs him the hard way with a combination of knife-edge chops and Irish uppercuts. He whips Benjamin into the ropes where unbeknownst to him a blind tag is made, which of course is the purpose. Benjamin leapfrogs CMJ who Moss lifts onto his shoulders. COACH Uh-oh. COLE Uh-oh is right. This one could be over in a matter of seconds. The crowd rises as Moss carries CMJ over to the corner where Benjamin is perched atop to hit THE SUPER ROCKER DROPPER~!!!!!11111 "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" LORELEI The cover. ONE! TWO! THR-- NO!! SAVE BY REIGER! “OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Reiger drags CMJ to their corner and the guys tag. The One Man Triple Threat charges Moss and thrusts both forearms into the chest. The cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Reiger paintbrushes Moss, then performs a vertical suplex. A measured knee drop is to follow except Moss grabs the leg and Reiger immediately wiggles to ropes to force a break. COLE Say what you will about the LDC Moneygang, they came prepared. They have the Mossy Knoll well scouted. To Reiger’s amazement, Moss tries to yank him back to the center of the ring, but he gets too close to the ropes though and takes a eat upside the head courtesy of CMJ. COACH That’s what he gets for not listening to the referee, Cole. Moss staggers to his feet while a tag occurs and walks into a CMJ T-BONE SUPLEX! The cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Not happy with the result CMJ complains of a slow count. Lorelei takes up the argument as CMJ moves onto his next move, an old school backbreaker that leads to a BOSTON CRAB. COLE CMJ again has Charlie Moss in trouble. Moss doesn’t stay in trouble for long though. SUPERKICK by Benjamin decks CMJ! COACH When did Benjamin move from Seattle, Washington to Washington, D.C.? That’s the second time tonight he’s issued a bailout. COLE And highly successfully I might add. As Moss nears his corner for a tag, Reiger jumps in front to block his path until CMJ can drag him back to their side of the squared circle. There he’s SLAPPED by Lorelei DeCenzo as the guys taunt Benjamin. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Reiger receives the tag and floors Moss with a standing dropkick. The cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! So concerned was Benjamin about that being it he was halfway inside before Moss kicked out. While he’s escorted back to the apron Reiger whips Moss into the corner, so hard in fact that it drops Moss to the seat of his pants which paves the way for a RUNNING KNEE TO THE FACE! COACH If you don’t already know by now, baby boy, Blood is the New Black. And believe you me, black is in right now. Moss is pulled away from the corner and covered. ONE! TWO! FOOT ON THE ROPES! Reiger slaps his hands in frustration, because in effort to make it more difficult for Benjamin to breakup the pin it resulted in Moss being closer to the ropes than intended. He seeks to rectify his mistake by DDT-ing Moss, but Moss counters with a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Moss ducks a clothesline and dropkicks Reiger on the rebound, then tags Benjamin. "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" COLE And there’s the tag. Quentin Benjamin has been dying to get back in this one for a long while. SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY levels Reiger! ONE! TWO! But only two as Benjamin moves and CMJ drops an elbow on his partner! LORELEI :bubbles: Whipped off CMJ is struck by a spinning wheel kick. Reiger is slammed and so too is CMJ, but stereo gut shots block a double coconut and they sent Benjamin into the ropes where he ducks a double clothesline and lands a leaping version of his own! Benjamin takes to the air and nails a TOP ROPE BULLDOG! The cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Rammed into the buckle Reiger is then the recipient of a KNUCKLE SANDWHICH~! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SI-- NO! CMJ returns to grab Benjamin in a chicken-wing, and then executes a CROSS-FACE CHICKEN-WING GERMAN SUPLEX TO DROP BENJAMIN ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!!! This of course is cause for celebration. Right CMJ? COLE He's cooler than the other side of the pillow, Cole. CMJ kicks Moss off the apron as Reiger scales the buckles and lands THE MOONSAULT! ONE! TWO! THR-- KICKOUT! SPENCER, CMJ, LORELEI Reiger points CMJ to the top. COLE They’re going for it: the spike Reiger Counter. COACH Benjamin won’t kick out of this I promise you. Benjamin takes Reiger down as CMJ heads up and SLINGSHOTS him into the corner where the two BUTT heads! COLE And it’s Quentin Benjamin who has the luck of the Irish tonight. COACH Like I said, Cole, you’d need luck to avoid the Moneygang’s finisher and Benjamin got a whole bunch of it there. COLE Sometimes it’s better to be lucky than good. CMJ CROTCHES himself on the top rope while Benjamin plants Reiger smack in the middle of the ring with an EXPLODER SUPLEX! But instead of the cover he summons Moss and they SUPERPLEX CMJ ONTO REIGER!! The cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COACH Spencer Reiger is something else, Cole. Even you have to admit that. COLE You’re absolutely right. Spencer Reiger is showing why he’s the most touted graduate in OAOVW history. He’s simply been unbelievable. Moss receives the tag and positions Reiger for another Super Rocker Dropper, but Reiger leans forward and cradles both legs in a VICTORY ROLL! The count. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Reiger baits Moss to charge after him and drops down. Moss falls over the top but lands on the apron near CMJ. The focus on CMJ, Lorelei gives Moss a LOW BLOW! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE The only thing I have to say is WHEN WILL SOMEBODY LISTEN AND ASSIGN TWO REFEREES FOR ALL TAG MATCHES! Reiger and CMJ tag and they double suplex Moss back inside. The cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Moss reverses a whip but runs into a big boot, followed by a sick IRISH SUPLEX! The count. ONE! TWO! SAVE BY BENJAMIN! A scuffle ensues between CMJ and Benjamin. While the official deals with that Reiger sneaks in and hits THE REIGER COUNTER! COLE Reiger Counter behind the referee’s back! The LDC Moneygang are gonna steal the tag titles, damnit! The cover. ONE! TWO! THREE- NO, KICKOUT! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Lorelei does her best Marvin the Martian impression outside, so very angry. Meanwhile, there’s a tag and Reiger sits CM on the top turnbuckle. We’ll never know his next move though, because much to Reiger’s horror Benjamin raises him on his shoulders and Moss brings him down with an STO BACKBREAKER!!! COACH DAYUM~! COLE Oh, my! Moss could’ve broken his leg on that move! Benjamin tackles CMJ against the ropes as Moss covers Reiger. ONE! TWO! THREE!!! NO, KICKOUT!!!! “OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Lorelei breathes a sigh of relief and fans herself. COACH I gotta be honest, Cole, thought it was over right there. COLE As did I and 70,000-plus OAOAST Marks jammed inside Lucas Oil Field. Team Heyross tag and Benjamin shoots Reiger in for a big leaping shoulder block…BUT GETS DRILLED BY A RUNNING INVERTED BULLDOG!! COLE New York Knockout! COACH Screw the NBA. AngleMania is where amazing happens! The cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jelly-legged, Reiger makes the tag. He shakes off the cobwebs and then shoots Benjamin into the ropes, dropping down on the rebound so that CMJ can pick Benjamin up and STUN GUN him with ease! COLE Cambridge Curse! The cover. ONE! TWO! DIVING SAVE BY CHARLIE! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Reiger lunges at Moss and the two tumble outside. In the ring, Quentin Benjamin reverses a whip and charges into a knee, but recovers fast enough to POWERSLAM CMJ out of the corner! The count. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Quentin climbs up top and Lorelei grabs his ankle. COLE Get her down from there, ref. COACH Why? She’s only trying to help Benjamin keep his balance. Quentin kicks Lori off and soars through the air…but CMJ evades a top rope clothesline and wraps Benjamin up in a SMALL PACKAGE! ONE! TWO! SAVE BY MOSS! Reiger yanks Moss back outside where they brawl until both fall into the crowd. The action is just as hot inside where Benjamin snatches CMJ in a sunset flip…only for CMJ to roll through and jackknife him! ONE! TWO! Benjamin frees his legs and bridges out, then goes behind as he and Moss hit their SUPERKICK/GERMAN SUPLEX combo! Reiger makes one final push but is pinned down by Moss. ONE! TWO! THREE!!! * DINGDINGDING * BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the match and STILL your One & Only World tag team champions… CHARLIE MOSS and QUENTIN BENJAMIN... TEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYRRRRROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" “Shine” by Collective Soul cues and Team Heyross embrace, tag titles in hand. COLE What a helluva wrestling match we‘ve just seen, ladies and gentlemen. An AngleMania classic to be sure. Both teams have a lot to be proud of tonight. COACH It could have gone either way, Cole, and by their body language I think Team Heyross realize they were in a war they almost didn‘t win. They may be the current champs, but we got a look at the future champs in my opinion. Lorelei and the guys can only watch as Team Heyross head back up the stage victorious hoping for it to be them celebrating one day. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted March 25, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 25, 2013 Backstage we see The Burroughs Boys engrossed in conversation when Vinny Valentine, feeling the after affects of the man event spine buster limps to them. Behind him enjoying a tub of Cheese Whiz is his cousin Tony Tourettes. VINNY Where were you guys? LUTHER Where were we when what, fool? VINNY When I was… TONY GETTING YOUR SALAD TOSSED BY JALEL WHITE OF TV’S FAMILY MATTERS. MARIANO You let Urkel eat yo ass? WALDO Not cool dude Stephane but Urkel? I can’t even look at this fool as a real human being, you like some kid of Ridley Scott Sigourney Weaver Alien and shit, lettin’ your ass get eat out by Urkel. Pinches your balls and says “Did I do that?” VINNY Tony, what are you talking about? None of this true, I’m straight like a Cupid’s arrow, baby. What I want to know was where you guys when Warrior was going to town on me?! I needed back up. LUTHER We was busy. VINNY Doing what? TONY GANGBANGING GAY IRANIAN PROSTITUTES! MARIANO Nigga, shut yo mouth! QUINCY That’s word, nigga, we ain’t gone on that ho shit since 2004, and we ain’t even know they was dudes for the first 5 minutes. Smell me? LUTHER We were busy preparin’ our presentation and shit to Krista. QUICNY Presentation for Burroughs Boys Productions, homie. We got real life hood shit goin’ on and we gots to get it to the television and the movies, smell me? That carpet munching dyke our ticket to the big time, smell me. Ain’t no more splittin the six piece nuggets and McDonalds, we livin large with chicken fingers from Applebees. Smell me? MARIANO And Hot Sauce from Outback, like real Hollywood ass niggas do. VINNY That sounds- TONY LIKE THE DUMBEST FUCKING IDEA YOU MORONS HAVE EVER HAD! VINNY Um…its sound far out, daddy! I’m a smooth talkin’ kind of hustler, let me in on this baby. LUTHER Yeah, duke, yeah. She start askin them tough questions and you come in with a “my daddy lost his leg to cervical cancer this was his dyin’ dream” kind of sob story distract her from the issues at hand, ma nigga. VINNY My dad subleases an apartment in Yonkers, but I think I see where we’re going here. Let’s do this thing! The Burroghs Boys and the cousins enter the lavishly decorated COD locker room where they experience their first success of the meeting, Krista not immedaitley calling security. MARIANO Wassup wassup wassup, its ya boys da Burrogh Boys aka the Roger Cremlinz sticking needles in ya chicks ass. ALIX Whats good fam, its ya girl Alix aka Bam Bam Bigga Dough aka Guapa Johns Aka Guappy Joe aka Caesar Milan the Dog Whisperer cuz I got the bytches in check aka Mr always coppin summin...Andrew Buyin'em aka Glock Lesnar aka Predator aka preddy Krueger aka Right Said Pred Too Sexy for this e-fed….and this is Krista. QUINCY Yo, check it out, we got a fresh idea, and ya’ll gonna be first the niggas on the blocks to smell it, smell me? Ya’ll our homies and shit KRISTA Oh now we’re homies? Yesterday at the Anglemania fanfest I was the “Jewish bitch that be eatin all the Colby jack cheese cubes” LUTHER Sometimes you gotta put gourmet cheese aside and work wit yo homies. QUICNY Smell me? TONY YOU SMELL LIKE BURNT PUBIC HAIR! ALIX Aw fo sho, thuggin I smells ya on that straight up real tip. One love, one blood. This one time when Krista was away one of the gardeners cut his thumb off with a weed wacker or something, and he’s like “must go to hospital, I’m bleeding to death!” but I was on the phone with Jennifer Aniston, even though she lives like two blocks away, I just don’t wanna talk to him. And I was getting really pissed at this dude for screaming. But I’m like that not’s cool of me, so I tied him to skateboard and pushed him down a hill and then I didn’t have to hear his screaming and I guess he forgot all about his thumb faced with oncoming speeding traffic that could mean certain death, so we both won! LUTHER We ain’t no bitch niggas and shit, we call women hos and bitches so it ain’t like we respectin em. We just wanna give you a chance to shine by helping our new movie studio blow. KRISTA Oh, honey, I don’t think you’re gonna need my help to make it “blow.” ALIX Yo, yo, yo these homies is out here Young Jeezy’n it, getting they mind on they money and they money on they mind, turning they swag on to the highest levels, let’s hear these young bloods out. Ain’t we learned nothing from Pac and Biggie? The coasts gotta have lover for one another. Cali bitches showin gangsta respect to East coast hoods. Pac, I feel you, Biggie, rest in peace, soldah. KRISTA Is there a space heater I can throw at you? I don’t like to throw rocks and bottles anymore, you do that and whoever you hit just complains about suing you, but you throw a space heater or a tire and they’re to stunned about getting hit with a broken Playsation to sue you. Regardless you gentlemen were about to drive me further to the brink of suicide. Apparently Alix isn’t doing a good enough job, so the lord sent you, please continue. QUINCY We got this animated nigga character, called DUH KING, and he like the Burger King King only he animated and shit. Shit is gritty like The Wire and its thugged out as hell. ‘Cause son be shootin up McDonald’s and Taco Bells and he be fuckin’ that freckled bitch Wendy on the side, smell me? Its called… TONY THE WORST DAMN MOVIE ON THE HISTORY OF THIS SHITTY PLANET! MARIANO Its called “Duh King’s Court!” KRISTA I like how the title is monosyballatic, because obviously our target audience will be those who chew on their shirts, mismatch their socks, and enjoy the timely protection of adult diapers. ALIX Yo, yo, yo, I’m seein a Scooby Doo thing here. Instead of a dog, Scooby can be Scoob Deep, a wise crackin pimp from south central, and Shaggy can be his main customer, and Daphne can be his prize ho, and Velma can be his kinda dumpy ho that you have to get because your child support check is eating up all your money and you can’t afford Daphne. The president of Viacom actually asked me to make that show, you know. He said to me “Alix, you stunning slab of babeosity, I want you to make that show!” KRISTA You neglected to mention that sentence was then followed by the prompt laughing in your face by the majority of Viacom shareholders, you being escorted out of the building by armed security, and me singing the “I told you so, dummy” song for the 34 minute ride home. VINNY I like that idea, Alix! KRISTA I like it too, honey! Instead of a peacock for our logo like NBC we can just be represented by a giant cock because that’s exactly what this company would suck! QUINCEY Yo, bitch, you can’t be disrspectin our creativity like that. I went to Harvad, smell me? WALDO Word to mother? QUINCEY What, you think just ‘cause a nigga comes out the hood he can’t get him a diploma? You think I’m supposed to be sittin around at the liquor store waitin for my welfare check to cash so I can cop the new Madden? Bitch, I ain’t played Madden since 2001, smell me! I got a degree in pre law, smell me! MARIANO If you went to Harvad why you hanging out wit us? QUINCEY I like wearin’ overalls. KRISTA A similar fetish almost led Obama to become a pig farmer instead of president. VINNY Guys, guys, we’re getting away from business. Let’s bring it back to the peace and love. I know that our show ideas are revolutionary, that’s understood, queen be. But check this out, you hate people. And I think this network is the kinda thing you can use against all people! You think we’d put this shit on the air to be entertaining? I got good taste, The Bee Gees, Donna Summers, The Village People. Are there other ways to make money? Yes, yes, yes. But they all require lots of work. But this….the only people who suffer are black children, and I think as a Jew you can live with that. KRISTA Honey, as much as I love having my faith in the human race gradually destroyed piece by piece, I think you all better leave. VINNY And what if we don’t? Krista pulls out a pair of chopsticks. KRISTA KRISTA In ten seconds that's going to be your heads. BURROUGHS BOYS, VINNY AND TONY Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted March 25, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 25, 2013 I am a Real American Dick! Exploding on the face of every woman! I am Real American Dick! Suck on my balls, till I cum like Niagara falls! When I come crashing down and its throbbing deep inside I’ll leave you wetter than a flood tide I gotta bend you over that’s how I like to ride!I date a girl who whips my hide And my 12 inches is my greatest pride I am a Real American Dick! Exploding on the face of every woman! I am Real American Dick! Suck on my balls, till I cum like Niagara falls! Towering pillars of red, white, and blue spotlights raise into the sky like transparent skyscrappers. On the gigantic video screens, psychedelic versions of the American flag wave as though the entire country were on a wild acid trip. The entrance ramp is illuminated with the fantastical flashing of red, white and blue lights, and even that impressive illumination is overshadowed by the wave of pyro towers that sprint down the steel walkway. Upon reaching the ring, the pyrotechnics morph into a spiral of red fireworks that rush around the lighting rig encircling the scoreboard. WOMANIZER, WOMANIZER, WOMANIZER Stepping into a stadium that’s doused in jeers and hatred are Mister Dick, Malaysia and Lindsay Lohan. Dressed in silver chaps, and matching tiny shorts, the Human Hard On’s rock hard stomach is tenderly caressed by the leather bound dominatrix Malaysia. Lindsay, clad in black shorts and a striped tank top, gives strong applause to her stablemates. After sharing a spicy and juicy liplock with Malaysia, the Cocky Prick leaves behind his golden pyro shower and marches down the ramp. BUFFER The following match is scheduled for one fall with a televisied time limit of 50 minutes! Introducing first, the special guest referee, LINDSAY LOHAAAAAAAAN! And the first competititor, being accompanied by Malaysia, he represents the Deadly Alliance, he is a former one and only world tag team champion, a star quarterback at Texas A&M, he is THE HUMAN HARD ON MISTER DDIIIIIIIIIIICK! COLE Mister Dick here to make history. Here to become the first person in the history of the OAOAST to hand Krista a singles loss. The Human Hard on slides has lanky frame beneath the multicolored ring ropes, as Malaysia and Lindsay make their way up the steps. Sneering at the booing and disproving audience, he furiously and power his crotch into ring mat. As Malaysia finally he enters, he pops to his feet and flexes his lean muscle mass for all the world to envy. Gimme them bright lights, long nights Party till the sun is rising High rise, overtime Working ’till the moon is shining Hot guys, fly girls Never gonna say it I feel on top of the world, I feel on top of the world The main screen is filled by twirling and twinkling blobs, multicoloured and never holding one shape for more than several seconds. Looming above the video screen is pendlum, swinging back and forth with a trapeze artist, dressed scantily in a racing stripe romper, in tow. Soft and sensual blue and purple spotlights shimmer down onto a stage that now houses three skateboard ramps, each lit by tiny white lights. On these ramps, the Christ Air Express works magic on skateboards designed to look like racecars, and wearing outfits as though they were in F-1 competition. The Nerdly twins along with three other boarders glide their way up the ramps with gravity defying and jaw dropping aerial tricks. Soon video screens so thin you could scarcely see them lower from over hanging rafters. The letters “K-I-D” rain down in gentle pink lettering looking almost like their falling through air thanks to thin screens. Suddenly Krista explodes onto stage in a hot pink F-1 racecar, adorned with her name in fun cursive letters. BUFFER And the opponent! Hailing from Los Angeles…She is the 2009 wrestler of the year, the founder and CEO of FIT with KID enterprises, a New York Times best selling author, a Hollywood walk of famer, a four time tag team champion, and the reigning Miss Money In The Bank, she is the undefeated, KRISTA ISADORA DUNCAAAAAAAAN! Krista revs her engines to match the rising roar of the now standing audience. She nods her head in a faux serious, and with speed that would rival Days Of Thunder, the wrestler of year zips herself down the entrance ramp. Skidding to a halt in front of the ring, she leaps out onto white heels that lead up to a chess board patterned mini skirt and black tank top tied up to her chest. She downs a swig of a beer handed to her by an official, showing that even in the OAOAST drinking and driving is never okay! COLE Such a personal battle between these two. They’ve been at each other’s throats since September and it all comes to a head here at Anglemania. Krista struts her fabulous stuff across the ring apron, before sending the home audience rushing for the babyoil with her famous upside down rope hanging trick. COACH Look at Lindsay’s face, its like she knows this bitch is the reason she and Samantha Ronson broke up. You know Krista puttin’ thoughts into that girl’s head, trynna seduce her and what not to her lesbian lair. The atmosphere of Lucas Oil Field is one of intense anticipation as Krista and Mister Dick circle one another. The Human Hard On alternates between shooting hateful glares at Krista, and mocking the hostile audience with crotch thrusts. Krista for her part can’t decide rather to direct her venom upon Mister Dick or Miss Loahn. The Cocky Prick earns most of her wrath as he prances about the ring, taunting her with vulgar sexual threats. Miss Money In The Bank merely gives him an annoyed and caustic laugh as she tries to hide her annoyance. “LET’S GO KRISTA! LET’S GO KRISTA! LET’S GO KRISTA!” Mister Dick invites her for a lock up, which Krista accepts. But as she steps near him, she slides away from the lockup. She’s quick to turn around, but all this does is put herself directly in the path of an elbow smash. This does more to anger her than hurt her, and the crotch chop he offers her certainly does little to settle her mood. COLE Mister Dick in his first singles match at Anglemania, his first match as a member of the Deadly Alliance, trying to become the first person in history to beat Krista Isadora Duncan one on one. Rage continues to flash in her blue eyes as she steps forward for a second lockup. This one goes just as poorly as the first with Mister Dick kicking her in the shin. “You ain’t ready for me, Grandma!” he spits, arrogance decorating his Texas accent. Krista’s palms tingle and rage fills her every nerve, sending her forward at Mister Dick. He ducks bellow her wild strike, and laughing at her anger carries himself to the ropes. He comes off, readying his leg for the Stiff Kick. But he can’t even get his foot off the mat before the super fast Californian twirls around to strike him with a spinning wheel kick! “YEAAAAAAAAAA!” Krista’s eyes are wickedly amused, as she chases an escaping Mister Dick down to lead him to his feet. His face is flooded by panic, and its well deserved as Krista throws his handsome face into the top turnbuckles. The massive stadium is rocked by cheers as Miss California guides him to the opposite corner and crashes his face into the ring post. The Texas A&M alum timbers over, and the moment he touches down on the canvas is the moment he tries to make his escape, scooting backwards. But his retreat only goes as far as a few inches, before Krista grabs onto chaps in an effort to hold him place. He thrashes and bucks like a wild mare against her tug, but her crazed yanking is too strong an opponent and the queen of fitness pulls his metallic silver chaps clear off. He curses her in frustration, and she replies to his anger by whipping him across the face with the chaps. “YEAAAAAAAAAA!” “Stop it or I’ll DQ you.” Lindsay screams, barely able to restrain herself from tackling Krista. Her self control is further tested when the buxom blonde tosses the chaps into her face. The capacity crowd erupts with glee as Lindsay goes into hysterics over Krista’s mistreatment. Deciding to use Lindsay’s predicament to his advantage, Mister Dick rushes forward to capture Miss California by surprise. But the former beauty queen is well prepared for his arrival and as he reaches her, she lowers her body and upends his lean frame over the ring ropes! The Human Hard On takes a dizzying tumble through the air, flipping head over spurs before finally smashing into the grey ring mats decorated with the Anglemania logo. COLE What a fall by Mister Dick! Krista slides through the ring ropes, blatantly ignoring Lindsay’s churlish admonishments. The starlet hollers with all her vocal power, but not even orders from god himself could get Krista away from MD. “Hey, back in the 60’s my dad, was a incredible boxer, back before he met his filthy whore of a wife, aka my mother. They called him the Jewish Jackhammer, and…this joke has no legs I’m just going to stop you in the testicles, cool?” An immeasurable burst of pain rockets around Mister Dick’s body as Krista digs her heel deep into his lads in a bag! He immediately rolls over onto his stomach, in part to hide his treasured possessions and in part to hide a face that’s flooded with tears. Thankfully the attention is momentarily pulled away from him by Malaysia assailing the tanned beauty with powerful forearms. The fans groan with a frustrated distress as the femme fatale grabs Krista into a front facelock and throws her to the mats with devastating vertical suplex! A tidal wave of anguish pushes over Krista, leaving her dizzied and weak on the floor while Mister Dick is able to return to the ring to recover lost strength. Rather than lie peacefully in the corner, he preoccupies himself with flexing his wondrous muscles to only Malaysia’s delight. “PENCIL DICK! PENCIL DICK! PENCIL DICK!” From his vantage point, leaning over the ring ropes, Mister Dick looks down on Krista, spotting her there still suffering from the after effects of Malaysia’s suplex. He regards her with a brutal sneer, and then exits the ring to inflict more punishment on his foe. His fingers find his way through her hair, and a hard tug brings her upright. Then a wild left cross, throws her backwards, dumping her weary body onto the guardrail. Fans immediately go to her aid, patting her on the back in encouragement, and putting on their meanest faces against the smirking muscle head. COLE No doubt Lohan isn’t going to even think about starting a ten count. COACH This is Anglemania, dawg, let the playas play! Bout time we got an offical that not only looks good in stripes and lets the superstars decide the match. Krista staggers away from the guardrail, up the steel entrance ramp, as much out of a groggy confusion than a desire to escape. Malaysia assumes it’s the later, and the dominatrix comes with whip and tow to corral Krista. But as she approaches, Krista takes her down with a single blow, slicing through her with a diving lariat! The fans are ecstatic, and all behind her the front row crowd sings her name. But Malaysia was nothing more than a distraction that provides Mister Dick the opportunity to run her from behind with a shoulder tackle. Leaving Krista behind to writhe with agony, on the ramp, The Human Hard On goes out in search of a weapon. But unable to find anything within a few seconds, the impatient hot head simply grabs a camera from the feeble videographer. Disregarding his pleas to not use the expensive camera, Mister Dick lets out a mighty laugh and throws the camera at Krista. As though she were hit by a bullet train, Krista collapses to the ground. The concrete is frigid on her bare skin as the pain burns hot inside her head. “Grandma I done told you to keep yer old cellulite havin ass back in the botox clinic and off my show!” The cellulite comment stokes enough rage in Krista’s viens, that she forges past her pain and pushes herself upright. Mister Dick meets this display of strength with a smile and a punch. The punch is blocked by Krista’s forearm, and the smile is wiped off his face by an back handed slap. Working the fans into a frenzy, Krista batters Mister Dick’s face with furiously thrown strikes. But the punches do only minimal damage to the Cocky Prick and he easily wards them away by shoving her into a nearby camera crane. Krista’s knees buckle from the tremendous pain, and she falls forward feeling like her back has been broken. “LET’S GO KRISTA! LET’S GO KRISTA! LET’S GO KRISTA!” Mister Dick smiles a satisfied type of smile, his eyes on the ring as he pulls Krista from the concrete. Keeping her subdued and suffering within a headlock, he guides her back towards the squared circle past fans that curse his name. After throwing her into the ring, the Texan pulls his lanky body onto the top rope. Shouting in his gruff tone, he orders her to her feet. When she dizzily fulfills this request he throws himself forward with an axe handle smash. However his attacked is blocked by Krista striking him with an inverted atomic drop! As the both the fans and MD holler for entirely different reasons, the fitness queen backs into the ropes. She comes forward with full steam, fully intending on dropkicking her rival. But Lindsay blocks her path, launching into a tirade about an obviously non existant dress code violation. “Honey, what’s this going take for us be sunshine’s and rainbows and other generally gay symbols? I’ll get you something you like, like beef fried rice, or a slurpee, or some nose candy for the after party. A little Colombian pure will do you worlds of good. Now just scoot a little to the left.” Lindsay doesn’t scoot to the left but she’s certainly moved thanks to a shove by Krista. Recovered, Mister Dick lunges for Krista, but she slides beneath his questing arm. Swinging around, he tries to nail her with a discus punch. But Miss Money In The Bank is much too fast for him and a springboard moonsault bulldozes him to the ground. Just as soon as the two warriors touch down, Krista seizes Mister Dick by his curly hair and rips him upright. He’s struck by a torrent of kicks to his shin, that are finished off by the grand finale of a spinning back kick to his ripped stomach. Knocked back against the ring posts, Mister Dick lets a groan escape his sagged face. His cries are muffled by the running knee Krista slams into his chin. She flashes a charming smile to picture snapping fans in the front row, and once she’s been perfectly modeled she leaps forward and drives him down with a bulldog. As the audience cheers the high impact move, Krista hooks his leg for a crucial pinfall… ONE! Mister Dick kicks out due to a strong assist from a well delayed three count. Deciding it wise to abstain from arguing with Lohan, Krista just mumbles her complaints to herself as she lifts Mister Dick off the canvas. “Wait, honey, there’s a fly on your face, and with the recent increase in west nile virus, boy we sure wouldn’t want anything to happen to our favorite leather fag, so lemme just got that off.” Krista winds up to slap Mister Dick, but The Human Hard On is no fool and shoves her away. “Hmmmm….that worked in Police Academy 3. Could basing my strategy on Steve Guttenberg movies spell doom for my winning streak? Was Jade right? Would it have been more prudent to watch your match versus Baron Windells, instead of Three Men and a Baby? Prudent yes. Fun no, your shit is awful as hell.” “Just shut up!” Lohan shrieks, pointing a finger at Krista as though to tell Mister Dick to attack her. “If you insist.” Krista shrugs her shoulders, then strikes MD in the ribs with a vicious side kick. Mister Dick doubles over, clutching his hurt ribs and trying to get some distance from his aggressive foe. He’s given an assist from Krista herself as the Hollywood hottie speeds to the ropes. When she returns he surges forward with his left fist. But her speed overcomes his attack, and she leaps into the air to twirl him around with a tornado DDT! But before she can execute the DDT portion, Mister Dick places his hands on her toned stomach and shoves her away. She comes down on her expensive heels, and after clapping for her ability to land from a 10 inch drop, she rotates her body backwards and cracks MD in the chin with a back flip kick. Mister Dick stays upright, though, dazed and sapped of all energy. This makes him an easy target for the spear Krista shreds him with. She stays on top of him, grabbing his leg in a pinfall… ONE! TWO! Mister Dick takes advantage of a horrendously slow count and lifts his arm into the air. The crowd bellyaches over Lindsay’s biased officiating, but receive only a scornful frown in response. Linday shifts her attention away from the audience to admonishing Krista about a perceived lack of sportsmanship. This reproach is merely done to give a winded and panting Mister Dick time to recover. Using the ropes as an aid, he pulls himself to his feet. Krista sees this as a vulnerable position to capitalize on and turns an angered frown on Lindsay. “Attention all jobless skanks, for faster service and delivery, please move to the left!” Krista calls and then lifts Lindsay up to place her out her path. While Lindsay makes heated threats of a DQ, Krista runs up the second rope, using it as base to throw her moneymaking legs at Mister Dick. Her heels slam into his well muscled chest, throwing him over the ropes. His graceless fall dumps him on the mats, and the fans wildly applaud this misfortune. COACH Yo, Mister Dick needs to quit messing around and give this chick the two piece and biscut combo. Pull a Chris Brown ‘em show the chick how you run it. When Mister Dick rises his sore bones off the mat, Krista drops down from the apron and immediately slips an arm around Mister Dick’s throat. Locked in a stranglehold, the southwestern stud gurgles breathlessly, and is then thrown forward launched into grey steel steps. The fans give off a fantastic cheer as Mister Dick skids down the steps and lands on the floor where he grouses about Krista’s violent tactics. Krista’s gaze turns upon a nearby fan, pudgy with a shoddy comb over and holding a Sandman themed pool cue within his fat hands. “Honey, unless you have plans to carve out the eyes of the people that neglected to beat you before you had the wise idea to spend a thousand dollars on the company that employs Biff Atlas, I suggest you hand that cue to me.” “I need it for my figure fed! I’m going to cut in 4ths and have a chainsaw on a pole match between rapid punch action Zack Malibu and my classic, collector’s edition EvenflowDDT with improper hair dye making it a real rarity!” “All my single ladies, I found a winner for you! This is going to take some work.” With that she throws her arms up above her head and then drops her whole body into an undulating dance. The man sits on the edge of his eat his eyes glued to Krista’s rolling hips and thrusting chest. She crosses her hands above her head, her hips still rocking erotically as she lets her hands slide slowly down her body, caressing the lush curves of her breasts and hips. She then spins around her lovely ass towards the man as she bends forward, thrusting her buttocks at him as she looked over her shoulder. This takes this the man to the heights of pleasure, and he offers both pool cue and hand in marriage to the foxy mama. Krista merely needs the pool cue and rips it away, quickly getting away from the action figure conessiure. She finds The Cocky Prick back on his feet, though still in a daze from her earlier attack. She has no desire to help his condition, and only worsens it by taking the pool cue and smashing it against his head. A hail storm of wooden splinters rains about the area, as the weakened Mister Dick falls slack against the ring apron. Enjoying the mammoth cheers from the crowd, Krista smiles a darling smile as she dumps her exhausted foe back into the ring. COLE I’m surprised Lindsay hasn’t just gone and DQ’ed Krista. COACH She gets no satisfaction out of a DQ, MC Lite. Mister Dick tries to make a slow return towards his feet, yet his rise is quickly snuffed out by a rolling knee drop from the fitness queen. Now Mister Dick growls and rolls onto his stomach to shield his face from further beating. This idea soon becomes a terrible one, as Krista’s ten million dollar legs lock themselves around his head. Feeling as though twin wrecking balls were assailing his head, Mister Dick struggles to find his freedom from this unusual grip. His efforts yield little results and soon his face is mercilessly pounded by Krista’s violent push up face crusher. Her musical California voice rolls off numbers one by one, while Mister Dick cries alternate between the sound of his face thudding into the canvas. “K-I-D! K-I-D! K-I-D!” sings Lucas Oil stadium, thrilled to bear witness to unorthodox mangling of Mister Dick’s face. Calling upon all the strength in his mortal from, Mister Dick uses his finely muscled arms to push his way out of Krista’s death trap. He rises, snorting with an intense anger and slams a fist driven by hate at Krista. The walk of famer is quick and side steps the attack to lift her self onto the ropes. A quick kiss is blown into the nearest camera before The Cocky Prick is blown away by her springboard corckscrew lariat! COLE Down goes Mister Dick! It has not been a good night for the Deadly Alliance’s Human Hard On. Cheated and confused, Mister Dick rolls to the outside where he roars his frustration and sends the steel steps tumbling away with a flick of his cowboy beats. His time to manhandle inanimate objects costs him dearly, as Krista catches him unaware with a baseball slide. The Texas A&M alum is pushed into the guardrail, sagging against it and trying to battle his own pains as well as the annoying audience members. Adding to his myriad of issues is Krista running forward to attempt to dump him into a highly unfriendly audience. But The Human Hard On shocks audience and foe alike by bridging downward and upending Miss Money In The Bank. Her lean and slender figure, is launched like the thinnest of cannonballs before coming down on solid concrete. Mister Dick manages a weak celebration, finding the small amount of energy needed to rub his hands down his baby oiled six pack. “PLEASE GET CROTCH ROT! PLEASE GET CROTCH ROT! PLEASE GET CROTCH ROT!” Though deeply pained by her miserable trip, Krista gets to her feet, eyes bright and frenzied. She begins to step over the guardrail, looking to capture the taunting Human Hard On. But he promptly ceases to annoy the audience, and seizes her inside a front facelock. A moments struggle is the only thing can Krista can manage before MD falls backwards and slams her down with a violent DDT. Though exhaustion is written all across his face, Mister Dick can still find it within himself to raise flexed muscles to a booing audience. Cursing them for their open disdain, Mister Dick drags their heroine off the mat in order to insert her into the ring. COLE A bitter and violent battle between these two rivals, who have one of the most intense and heated feuds heading into this Anglemania. And the hatred will continue in our next match when Mister Dick’s fellow Deadly Alliance member Reject faces Alfdogg. Mister Dick saunters through the ring ropes, and Krista makes an unsteady rise, clenching her fists to meet her attacker. Her swooping fist finds its mark against his stomach, but Mister Dick only grins back furiously and plunges boot into her chest. Her near lifeless body capsizes to the canavs, and Mister Dick stands over it with muscles again proudly flexed. COACH Damn look at that body on Mister Dick. From god’s mind straight to man’s earth, we done been blessed. Mister Dick reaches forward and grabs a hold of the fitness queen’s flowing golden hair. She’s ripped from the canvas and thrown into the corner, her bone tired body left to sag against the ring posts. Her gorgeous face is thrown under fire by punches that come down with the force of meteor shower. Merely putting on the mask objectivity, Lindsay offers a meaningless and slow 5 count. At the 4 second mark which is truly a 9 second mark, The Cocky Prick ends his rapid fire attacks to snapmare Krista to the canvas. Left prone on the mat she’s easily victimized by a leg drop from her opponent. Finding great happiness in such a simple move, Mister Dick parades around the ring, mocking Krista and her army of fans with the blown kisses of a beauty queen on a parade float. He pays a grave price for his insults and jokes as the Hollywood babe rushes forward to spear him to the ground. “YEAAAAAAAAA!” the fans cheer towards Mister Dick’s punishment. As they continue to sing Krista’s praises, the wrestler of the year grabs Mister Dick by the scruff of his neck and hauls him to his feet. “I’d ring snap your neck but I’d rather not be standing in a puddle of tobacco and Reject’s semen, so off you go.” Krista informs him and moments later chucks him over the ring ropes. The fans get to their feet and applaud with joy as Mister Dick helplessly lands in a heap of baby oiled flesh on the mats. Highly displeased, Lindsay bawls out Krista for her reckless treatment of her stablemate, but Miss California offers her little attention as she begins to reach through the ring ropes to capture the rising Cocky Prick. Nut, Miss California is left stunned when a burst of energy sees Mister Dick rip her legs from under her and dump her to the mat. As she exerts large efforts to yank herself away, he drags her to the nearest ring posts. A devious grin is turned on her before he throws her leg into the solid metal. Her cries fill the air, joining with the enraged shouts of the audience to provide a wonderful melody to Mister Dick’s ears. COACH I dunno what she’s complaining about, if its broken she gets at least five million dollars. You can take a tractor trailor to my legs and all you gotta give me is a diet coke and 50 cents. Krista remains tangled on the ring posts, and tortured moans seep from her bubblegum pink lips. Eager to inflict more punishment upon his archrival, Mister Dick cocks his fist back and drives it forward into her face. Behind him audience members hiss and howl, which he responds to merely by spitting in their general direction. After dousing the paid customer in spittle, Mister Dick once again takes Krista’s leg against the ring posts. The feisty Californian hollers in misery and rolls back to the center of the ring, trying to elude MD’s horrific torture. “K-I-D! K-I-D! K-I-D!” Returning to the ring, Mister Dick takes hold of Krista’s foot and uses it to lift her into the air and slam her leg down on the canavs. Not caring about the insurance payment she might collect, Krissy clutches her knees and grits her teeth to steel herself against the rising pain. Beyond her writhing body, Mister Dick leans against the ropes and offers a cruel sneer to hateful audience. COLE Mister Dick has done so much to Krista, so much and he continues to punish her here at Anglemania. COACH You take away Krista’s legs and you take her biggest strength, her speed, and her ability to walk down red carpets. Krista gets to her feet, but is barely able to stand much less walk. With weak and crippled movements she hobbles towards the corner, hoping to use the turnbuckles as a brace to keep herself upright. Unfortunately all this does is corner her and make her an easy target for the brutal kicks MD throws against her knees. Several kicks sag her to the canvas, and stretch anguish all across her face. Although Krista grabs onto the ropes for support and strength, Mister Dick is still able to target her with a leg lock, thanks to Lindsay’s refusal to adhere to the rules. COLE Look at Mister Dick trying to rip the leg away from Krista, targeting her with such brutal intent. Somehow Krista manages to find the strength to return towards her feet, but that small victory can’t carry her very far as Mister Dick drops her back to the ground with a single leg takedown. Mister Dick snorts with contempt at the booing audience as he twists Krista’s legs around for a figure four leg lock. But he’s unable to properly execute the move as Krista uses her one good leg to kick him away. The unexpected counter throws him into the corner, and his shoulder hits with a violent thud. He staggers backwards, more worried about his sore shoulder than the foe that lies behind him. This is to his misfortune as the fitness queen is able to roll him up for a pinfall. Lindsay begrudgingly moves to count the fall… ONE! TWO! Mister Dicks pops out the pin, and with anger filling his face, he raises himself off the canvas. Krista is quick to do the same, but can’t get a proper strike off before another single leg takedown throws her to the mat. She makes an effort to scramble away, but its halted by The Human Hard On slamming her knee back into that stone solid mat. “You ain’t got nothin’ for me, old maid! You in my territory, grannie!” He screams over her. Locking a snarl behind his teeth, Mister Dick drags Krista into the ropes to set her ankle on the bottom one. He lifts his cowboy boots onto the second rope and takes but a moment to pass a scornful gaze at the audience. Next he throws himself downwards, crushing her ankle with his crooked elbow. Shockwaves of pain explode through her body, and she rolls out the ring to try and gain some measure of relief. Relief, however, is nowhere near forthcoming as Mister Dick’s massive cowboy boots throw her into the announce table with a baseball slide. Krista’s eyes go hot and sting with hears, as she lies over the table, doused by agony. Her suffering is of little concern for Lindsay, and the starlet wants her finished off once and for all. Thus she exits the ring, and takes advantage of Krista’s prone and weakened state to throw her back into the ring. “BOOOOOOOOOOO!” COACH No boo! That’s a yay! I wish more refs round these parts would do their parts to handle these stalling cowards. COLE Stalling cowards? You are unbelievable! More angered by Lindsay’s shenanigans than hurt by Mister Dick’s attacks, Krista gets herself to her feet to talk trash to horrible referee. Yet taking her eye off MD was ill advised as the Human Hard On chop blocks her to the canvas with brutal accuracy. Dropped to the canvas, Krista is left vulnerable to the figure four leglock he tightens her into. Her mouth compresses to a thin line, and her forehead sprouts with worry lines as she tries to stomach the incredible pain of his hold. Lindsay towers over her , demanding a submission so that she can have the satisfaction of calling for the bell. Mister Dick tries his hardest to grant her wish, leaning back and using the ropes to help stretch Krista to the point of breaking. COACH Make the submission, collect your ten mill and go home and retrain your loser elder daughter! COLE You are just asking to be stabbed after the show. In so much pain from the deadly hold, Krista can barely keep herself aloft and sags backwards. Pouncing on the opportunity, Lindsay begins counting a pinfall… ONE! COLE Krista’s first loss? TWO! Krista’s shoulders come off the canavas, but the pain of the terrible hold still remains. Desperate for some relief, Krista begins the monumental task of trying to reverse the hold. Twisting the muscular frame of Dickzilla is no easy task, yet despite all the resistance MD may offer he can’t manage to prevent Krista from accomplishing the impossible and turning him over into an Indian deathlock. The fans send massive pop into the air as The Human Hard On curses his agony. With a mighty tug of his powerful legs he’s able to pull himself free of the entanglement, but the pain is still very much evident on his face. Fortunately he hasn’t much of a need to worry about Krista attacking him, as Miss Money In The Bank lies sore and wounded behind him. “LET’S GO KRISTA! LET’S GO KRISTA! LET’S GO KRISTA! LET’S GO KRISTA!” The large and heartfelt cheers of the capacity stadium crowd provide Krista with the strength she needs to bring herself upright. Mister Dick rushes towards, raising his arms in a polish hammer. But she meets his arrival with several knife edge chops that wreak havoc on his smooth chest. He tries to stumble away, to replan his strategy, but there’s little hope for him as Krista coils her arms around his neck. She then pops the crowd by flying forward and punishing him with a Blondes Never Pay A Cover (side effect) The leg is hooked and the crowd counts along with the pinfall… ONE! TWO! Mister Dick’s hand has shot upwards reaching to the dark Indiana sky and in do has lifted one of his shoulders off the canvas. Disappointed the audience hisses hatred towards Lindsay, which she responds to with a dismissive wave of her hand. Deciding to avoid an argument with Lindsay, Krista merely pulls Mister Dick to his feet. She tries for an irish whip but his strength overpowers her and he reverses the hold. She returns with super speed, but even still isn’t able to take back control of the match with Mister Dick fastening his arms around her in a sleeper hold. The flow of blood to Krista’s brain is immediately blocked and her entire body visibly droops from this painful procedure. She face twists and contorts in agony, the sweat rolling down her cheeks smearing her carefully applied makeup. COACH Imagine what it’d be like if Mister Dick submitted Krista! Her first loss and its by submission? Mister Dick would be the man around this town. The crowd begins to build up their voices in raucous cheers to rally Krista to fight back. Their song of her name serves the fitness queen well, motivating her to buck against her restraints. Success comes to her with pleasing quickness, the fitness queen is able to pull Mister Dick downward with a violent stunner. Chin snapped off her shoulder, he clutches his mouth and turns away to shield himself from further attacks. But he exposes his back and Krista is quick to capitalize on it by leaping with knee knees into his spine. Gravity pulls them both downwards and he’s viciously punished by a lung blower that overjoys the audience. COLE Krista’s fighting for herself, for her win streak and for her family! Her parents sitting at home watching this- COACH And saying we paid 100,000 thousand for you to get a masters degree and you decided to do this shit? Mister Dick presses a hand to his forehead that’s besieged by dizziness and brings his tired body upright. Krista grabs him by his arm and hurls him across the squared circle with an Irish whips. The Human Hard On hits the multicolored ring ropes and rebounds into Krista who devastates he and his manly pride with an inverted atomic drop! With Mister Dick left to nurse his incredible pain, Miss Money In The Bank takes off to the opposite end of the ring. The ropes spew her back towards MD and she leaps into the air with her good leg for a rising knee. But MD fights past his misery in order to score a measure of revenge by striking Krista down with a hellish spine buster! “BOOOOOOOOOO!” Mister Dick waits for Krista’s rise, hunched over, lips peeled back into a toothsome smile. His patience is soon rewarded and Krista comes off the canavs. With the speed of a bullet train he zooms forward, foot raised in a Stiff Kick! But Krista catches onto his boot and slams it to the ground, evading certain defeat. Catching Mister Dick off guard she leaps into his chest and hits the KIDology! The fans come to feet, throwing gigantic cheers into the air for what appears to be the match deciding move. Krista drags her weary bones onto MD’s body, and says a little prayer before hooking his legs for a crucial pinfall… CROWD ONE! CROWD TWO! Lindsay refuses to count! Hushed gasps and murmurs come from the audience who were more than ready to celebrate Krista’s hard earned victory. COLE This is unbelievable! Krista gazes at Lindsay for a long moment, her limited ability for self control being tested by the questionable refereeing. Lindsay’s demeaning, hatefully spewed insults do little to aid her in keeping calm, and she rises to her feet spitting outrage. Lindsay refuses to be backed down by Krista’s fury, rather she gets into her face matching his old friend’s hellish outrage. Suddenly the argument comes to a complete stop, when The Human Hard On raises Krista onto her shoulders to set up the Cock Block! The fans are doused with worry, unable to see how Krista can escape the hold. Yet, unlike her legion of admirers Krista isn’t quite as hopeless as they are, and finds her way free of Mister Dick’s hold. COLE Krista gets out! Facing Mister Dick’s back puts Krista at an advantage, and her baby blue eyes glow like a lightening bug at the possibilities at hand. Her hands come beneath his chin, and a gigantic pop speeds from every inch of the arena. COLE She’s gonna get it from her daughter! But having not used her old finisher in quite some time, Krista lacks the speed and force she once had. Thus Mister Dick is able to do what few have done before, power his through her hold. Using his superior strength and power he brings her onto his shoulders once again for the Cock Block. But he hasn’t even a moment to position her properly before the feisty babe slips her body in front of him and strikes him with the KIDology! “YEAAAAAAAAAA!” Somewhere the Deadly Alliance’s heart sinks to an abyss as the crowd’s joy rises to record levels. COLE That has got be all! That has got to be everything! Krista certainly hopes she can skate past MD’s resiliency and Lindsay’s blatantly biased officiating. One more prayer is said, and she then hooks the leg for what she hopes is the final time… ONE! COACH Kick out, Jock! TWO! To the disbelieving gasps of millions the world over, the shame of San Antonio throws his shoulder up. A chorus of angry growls fills the arena, as Krista sits in a dejectedly somber mood, head slumped over, shaking in anger. COLE Oh my! Can you believe, it Coach? Can you believe it? “LET’S GO KRISTA! LET’S GO KRISTA! LET’S GO KRISTA!” The two superstars rise to their feet at the same moment, ready to do whatever is necessary to best the other. Krista makes the first move, pushing herself off the rope to leap towards Mister Dick for a third KIDology. But, Mister Dick catches her inside his brawny arms, and uses his power to shift onto her shoulders. All too aware of her resourceful agility Mister Dick acts with amazing speed, throwing her forward and letting her land on his raised knees! COLE Damn it, The Cock Block! The crowd sinks into their seats, dreading the impossible odds that face Krista as her weary bones are covered for a crucial pinfall… ONE! TWO! The SoCal hottie defiantly kicks out, leaving an annoyed Lindsay and annoyed Dick to direct surprised looks at one another. COLE Amazing! Amazing! COACH Horrible that’s what that is. Krista’s winning streak stays alive, and I can’t stand it! Krista exerts a great deal of energy by standing up on her own power. Mister Dick, instantly pounces on her, Irish whipping her towards the cables. Not wishing to grant her any second to catch her breath, MD trails her journey. But the agile fitness queen combats his attack by jumping onto the third rope and flying back at him with a splendid lionsault press! He clumsily attempts to slide out of the way, but simply “succeeds” in moving himself into the line of fire for an inverted face lock that Krista easily morphs into an Inverted DDT! Another pin attempt follows…. CROWD ONE! CROWD TWO Mister Dick pushes himself out the pinning situation, bringing amazement to the audience. “K-I-D! K-I-D! K-I-D” Hardening himself against the mounting anguish, MD retries his ill luck with Miss California, attempting to sneak attack her with an elbow smash. But thanks to a cry of “watch the fuck out, bitch” from an old Asian woman in the first row, the Hollywood covergirl is able to block MD’s blow with a back handed pimp slap! The unusual strike prompts an exclamation of “Pimps up! Hoes down!” from the former tag team champion. “YEAAAAAAAA!” Mister Dick teeters backwards, instinctively pawing at his sore cheekbone. This leaves him prey to a variety of attacks, and Krissy capitalizes on this fact, by leaping into his back, and putting her knees to her chest to pulverize him with a lung blower! MD's shouts are ones of bitter agony, but their soon pounded into oblivion by the cheers of the capacity crowd. COLE Krista needs to hit the front version of that move, the KIDology. Back on his feet, MD lobs a discus punch towards Miss California's lovely face. What the move packs in rage, it lacks in technique, form and most importantly speed, and Krista is easily able to duck bellow it and move behind his foe. The momentum of his miss clumsily carries him forward, but he's soon tossed onto a downward trajectory as Krissy traps him into an inverted face lock, then punishes him with a roll the dice! A pin follows, and all of Indianapolis counts along... CROWD ONE! CROWD TWO! CROWD THREE! At the last possible nanosecond, Mister Dick throws his shoulder off the canvas, infuriating the fanbase. COLE So close, so very close! Anger leads Mister Dick to smack the canvas before his rise upright. Their matching azure eyes glow with intensity, bared fangs betray a feral nature. A parade of punches from the Cocky Prick forces her backwards across the ring to a neutral corner. He backs up and charges at her head on, driving at her with his famous body splash. But she spun about, dodging the blow, and letting him ram himself into the ring posts. She swings her foot at his stomach, keeping him painfully trapped in the corner. Pressing her advantage, she lunges at her foe, she kicks repeatedly at him like a blacksmith smashing an anvil. But with an explosive burst of strength, Mister Dick propels Krista backwards, regaining the offensive. His foot comes whistling at her head. She gets her arm up to block the strike, but the jarring impact sent a jolt through her arm. Gasping she gives ground and stumbles backwards a few steps. Seeing an opening, Mister Dick charges again but she ducks beneath the blow and spins around behind him Before he even realizes he’s fallen for a fient, she’s raised onto his shoulders for a victory roll. Lindsay’s forced to count a begrudging pinfall… CROWD ONE! CROWD TWO! Mister Dick again pops out the pin, just as the fans were ready to count three. Krista rushes to her feet, her fierce blue eyes dare him to test her resolve. In he comes, brandishing his arm in a lariat. Krista leaps up, tightening her legs around him in a hurricanrana. But Mister Dicks finds a way to stay upright and counters her efforts with a devastating powerbomb! “OOOOOOOOOH!” Thrilled by the sudden reversal of fortunes, Lindsay slides to the mat to count the ensuing pinfall…. ONE! TWO! Krista kicks out, drawing out a wealth of cheers from the OAOAST Marks. COLE The winning streak rested right there on the edge! Krista shakes her head to clear her thoughts, her eyes search for a place to rest her suddenly sore back but of course find nothing beyond Mister Dick throwing a wave of punches at her face. Three hard hitting blows land, before Mister Dick interrupts the pummeling to offer Krista a one finger salute. Krista responds not with a salute of her own, but rather with a third KIDology! “YEAAAAAAAA!” Flat on his back, eyes blurred to cool sky above him, Mister Dick hasn’t any idea how he’s going to find the strength to kick out this pin… CROWD ONE! CROWD TWO! Mister Dick manages to barely avoid defeat with a kickout. With much haste he returns to his feet, forced to deal with the incoming spin kick from Krista! He shoots his body bellow her whirling leg, coming up behind her to shove the fitness queen into the ropes. The cables bounce her clumsily back and he’s able to throw her down to the canavs with a sitout spine buster into a pin… ONE! TWO! Krista refuses to be defeated and kicks out to the dismay of Lindsay and Mister Dick, destroying what little good cheer they both possessed. The ropes help Krista to her feet, as Mister Dick stands behind her, offering vulgar insults to the staunchly pro-Krista audience. Continuing to berate the hated OAOAST Marks, Mister Dick pounces on Krista and traps her in a full nelson! Lindsay watches with incredible pleasure as Mister Dick brings her down with the Pure Penetration (full nelson slam). A pinfall is made by The Human Hard On, who’s smile has returned to his face… ONE! TWO! Like HBK Mister Dick loses his smile (see I can make wrestling references too) as the red carpet diva lifts herself out the pin. The audience explodes, filling the Indiana night with gargantuan cheers. COLE My god its not over, its not over! Four years in the OAOAST, Krista has never seen a singles loss, and we’re finding out why. COACH Its like fighting Mike Tyson from Punch Out you think you got that nigga on the ropes, and then you fuck around and the old ear biter rapist got you eating canvas. Mister Dick gets to his feet, and stomps about the ring, looking for something, anything to take his frustrations out on. His eyes narrow on Krista’s crawling frame that struggles to come to a vertical base. The Human Hard on crouches in attack mode, his thin fingers going through his curly hair in a small attempt to calm his frayed nerves. Finally Krista rises, and Mister Dick makes an instant move to take hold of her. But he’s beaten away by leaping side kick. Shrugging off the pain, he comes back once more only be tightened into a front facelock for The Life In The Fab Lane (twist of fate). But as Krista twists him around, Mister Dick breaks free of her hands. Before she has a moment to recover he snares her into a full nelson and in one fluid motion plants her with another Pure Penetration! COACH That’s it, MC, there ain’t no more in this woman’s tank. Lady luck done left her tonight! Mister Dick can only hope Coach’s predictions hold true as he lays on top of Krista for another pin ONE! TWO! There’s an incredible celebration from the sold out Anglemania crowd as Krista again kicks out, this time defeating a fast count from the crooked official. “KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!” COLE Oh my! I don’t believe it! COACH I don’t either, baby boy. What is it going to take to defeat Krista Isadora Duncan? Can she even be defeated? Mister Dick leans against the ropes, eyes glazed over not from pain but from the horrifying realization that no matter what efforts he puts out he may never be able to topple his greatest rival. COLE Tony Brannigan, Theodore Moneymaker, Baron Windells, Dan Black, Bohemoth, Mister Dick has beaten some of the top names in this sport, but victory over Krista eludes him like it does everyone else. Now Mister Dick is on his feet, pacing around the ring, cursing out fans, security guards, and anyone who dares fall within his eye sight. Krista tries to pull herself up with every fiber in her being, with every insticint telling her to stay down because all hope of preserving her record is lost. But Krista’s as brave as she is stubborn and refuses to listen to her aching bones and sore muscles. She comes onto her feet, sweat drenched hair hanging in front of her like cloth blinds. She staggers aimlessly, unsure of how to proceed and her lack of movement causes her to be taken on top of Mister Dick’s shoulders. He shoots Lindsay a self-assured smile that promises her the world, and then throws Krista forward letting her crash into his raised knees. COLE The Cock Block for the second time! Mister Dick hooks the leg, shutting his eyes and hoping against all hope that he’s become the one to slay the unstoppable Krista Isadora Duncan… ONE! TWO! COLE This can’t be! THREE!!!!! Mister Dick’s jaw drops, unable to believe the unheard of feat he’s just accomplished. Startled exclamations blurt from the mouths of the fans, all wishing to believe this is some sort of massive magic trick. The fans stare at each other in disbelief, too shocked by this stunning occurrence to even bother to boo. Lindsay herself matches the shocked mood of the fans, hands rested on knees, head held low to contemplate the defeat of her old friend. COACH Miracles happen, America! Miracles do happen! History has been made tonight! COLE I…I…amazing. Four years without a singles defeat. Gone. Mister Dick leaps and punches the air, soaking in the incredible moment for all its worth. A smile as bright as the beaming sun shines across his face, as he holds clenched fists over his sweat and baby oil covered body. BUFFER Your winner as a result of a pinfall……MISTER DIIIIIIIICK! “BOOOOOOOOOO!” the fans fire off perhaps their most angriest venom of the match. Yet their hatred can’t spoil Mister Dick’s mood, and he leans over the ropes to inform the crowd of his new found status as an OAOAST legend. Fireworks spread behind him, celebrating his remarkable triumph and renewing the firey hatred of the capacity crowd. COACH It took two cock blocks, two pure penetrations, two stiff kicks, one powerbomb and one spine buster, but the boy did it! Jock Mulligan from San Antonio, Texas, former Texas A&M quarterback has earned his place among the immortals! COACH Let me give you a list of names, Zack Malibu, Leon Rodez, Cuban Wall, Landon Maddix, ThunderKid, Bohemoth, Theodore Moneymaker, Christian Wright, Dan Black, Tony Brannigan, all of those dudes fought Krista and lost, some of em are close to double digits. Mister Dick steps in and he shakes up the world! He does what nobody before him has ever done! “Grandma we ain’t done yet!” Mister Dick shouts to Krista’s lifeless body. “Woman its time to break out the celebration bottle and I ain’t talking no Merlot. You heard of the Napa valley, of course? Now get ready for the pubic valley!” COLE What is he doing? To the frightened dismay of the Lucas Oil fans, The Human Hard on pulls down the zipper of his silvery tights and removes his trusted steel cup. The devilish smile spreads even wider on his face, until he looks utterly deranged and disturbed. Lindsay can’t quite believe what this cretin has planned on ,and tries to talk him out of such actions. “Don’t do this to her! Its just sick! We got what we wanted! I don’t like her, but…this is too much!” She shouts Mister Dick throws a surprised scowl at her “I know you didn’t just give me no lip! You done did what I wanted you to do, so walk on out the ring, and don’t come back till I tell ya to, the big dog gotta mark his territory on this dyke.” COLE Somebody stop him! That somebody happens to be Lindsay Lohan, who strikes him with a low blow! The fans are thrilled to watch Mister Dick suffer through tremendous pain, unable to rely on the protection of his steel cup. He damns Lindsay for her mutiny and promises to inflict an even worse beating on her than the one he gave Krista. But Lindsay is defiant in the face of his threats and strikes him with a slap that lands with such force it spins him 180 degrees right into a KIDology from a standing Krista! “YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” COLE Oh my! Put that champagne on ice! Krista limps around the ring, her aching and miserable body begging for rest and slowing her hand. She leans on the ropes, then stops on the middle one to raise her hand on the air. The crowd responds with thunderous applause, which is unfortunate because she was only calling for a martini. Upset that her winning streak is gone and no one wants to help her drink that fact away, she gets down and lightly applauds herself. With much trepidation and fear coloring her every movement, Lindsay inches her way to Krista. She stares at Krista with sorrow and regret filling out her eyes and extends her hand. The audience cheers with all their vocal might as Krista shrugs her shoulders and hugs Lindsay! COLE Friends forever, just like you and me! COACH I ain’t got no respect for yo bitch ass or your silly hoish actions. Lindsay raises Krista’s arms to a powerful round of cheers from the audience, and then turns to once again embrace and love her long time mentor. COLE That’s the power of friendship, Coach. And its amazing. COACH That’s that female shit. Ho’s always be fighting and arguing and making up, sometimes 4 times in the same day.A MAN REMEMBEREDA LIFE CELEBRATEDA TRIBUTE TO A FALLEN FRIENDA SPECIAL THREE HOUR TRIBUTE SHOW TO SLY SOMMERSOAOAST HeldDOWN~! THIS WEEK Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted March 25, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 25, 2013 The crowd explodes upon seeing the graphic on the big screen. COLE And listen to the reaction of the crowd in Indianapolis, as they're set to welcome back one of their own here at AngleMania VIII! It's Alfdogg against his former stablemate, Reject! Let's go to Michael Buffer! *DING DING DING* (slow and dramatic) BUFFER LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLadies and gentlemen...get ready for one of the most anticipated matchups of the evening! Tonight...two longtime former associates, turned bitter rivals, will square off, one-on-one, in a matchup where anything goes! ARE YOU READY? *crowd cheers* BUFFER Indianapolis, Indiana...ARRRRRRRRRRRE YYYYYYYYYYYYOUUUUU RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREADYYYYYYYYY YYYY??? *crowd cheers louder* BUFFER Then for the thousands in attendance here in Indianapolis...and the millions and millions watching AngleMania VIII, all around the world...there's only one thing left to say. Ladies and gentlemen...LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLET'S GET RRRRRRRRRRREADY TO RRRRRRRRRRRRRUMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! The crowd cheers, then begins to boo as Final Ride plays, and Reject walks through the curtains, accompanied by Melissa Nerdly. COACH And you gotta think this guy is public enemy #1 here in Indy tonight, Cole! Just how he likes it. BUFFER Coming to the ring at this time! He hails from the Bronx in New York, and weighs in at 229 1/2 pounds. This man is a former two-time World tag team champion, former two-time X-division champion, and former International champion of the WORLD. He is also the leader of the Deadly Alliance...ladies and gentlemen...RRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECT!!!!! COACH I'll tell you what, Cole...one title we didn't hear in that list was the OAOAST World title. If he wins this match tonight, you've got to think Zack or Bo, whoever wins that one, is gonna see this guy coming down their path in the very near future! Reject gives Melissa a kiss, then points her back through the curtains. COLE And Reject sending Melissa back to the locker room, I don't blame him, this kind of match is no place for a lady! COACH You ain't kidding, Cole. This is gonna be brutal. In a good way, not in the Undertaker-Khali sense. Reject slides into the ring and does his poses, as the crowd continues to shower him with boos. Then the music stops, and the crowd begins to build up in anticipation. COLE And this place is ready, Coach, you can feel the impending eruption! Magnum Opus hits, and the crowd does in fact erupt, as Alfdogg walks through the curtains. COLE And there he is, Alfdogg, coming home for AngleMania! BUFFER His opponent...hailing from Anderson, Indiana...weighing in at 237 pounds! One of the all-time greats in the annals of the OAOAST. A three-time Heartland champion, a charter member of the Deadly Alliance, and a former two-time OAOAST champion of the WORLD...ladies and gentlemen...ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLF DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGG!!!!! Alf walks slowly down the aisle, eyes straight ahead on Reject, then midway down, charges the ring and slides inside, ducking a clothesline, and unloading with right hands! *DING DING DING* COLE And we're underway! Alf pummels Reject into the ropes, then sets up an Irish whip, which Reject reverses. Alf ducks another clothesline, and floors Reject with one of his own! COLE And Alf taking an early advantage, inspired by this home crowd! Alf backs Reject into a corner, and delivers a CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! And another! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! Alf then climbs to the middle rope, and begins to unload on Reject as the crowd counts along! 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! 4!!! 5!!! 6!!! Reject brings Alf out of the corner for an inverted atomic drop, but Alf manages to block it, and drops Reject with another clothesline! Alf picks up Reject and whips him hard into a corner, and catches him with a SPINNING WHEEL KICK as he staggers out! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Alf stomps away on Reject, and Reject rolls to the outside. Alf climbs to the top from the apron, with his back to Reject...and hits him with a MOONSAULT TO THE FLOOR~! COLE Alf taking flight here at AngleMania! Both men lay on the floor for a few seconds, then Alf gets to his feet and tosses Reject back inside. Reject scoots over to the ropes, where Alf chokes away. Alf then backs off, and charges...but Reject ducks, and backdrops Alf high over the ropes to the floor! COLE And Alf over the top to the floor! COACH That was quite a fall Alf took! Reject gets his wind, then follows Alf outside. He picks up Alf, and delivers a CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! He then sets up Alf, and whips him into the steel steps! COLE And Alf sent right into the steel steps! Reject rolls back inside, and waits for Alf to pull himself up to the apron. He grabs him and pulls him in under the ropes, then sets him up in a corner, and delivers a CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! And another! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! Reject then brings Alf out, and lifts him in a vertical suplex, suspending him in the air for a few seconds, then falling to the mat! COACH Great suplex! Reject sits on the mat and poses, drawing boos, then covers... 1... 2... Kickout! Reject picks up Alf once again, and executes a back suplex! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Reject slides to the outside, and grabs a chair from ringside. COLE And keep in mind, this IS no disqualifications! Reject raises the chair in the air, as the crowd boos, then sizes up Alf, and brings it down across his back! Alf arches his back in pain, and rolls to the ropes. Reject follows him, and chokes him with the chair, then releases, and Alf rolls to the floor. COACH Reject is in TOTAL control here! Reject poses in the ring, drawing more boos, as Alf is rummaging underneath the ring. He pulls out a garbage can, unbeknownst to Reject, who sizes up Alf, then back into the ropes, and leaps over the top...only to be met with a flying garbage can to the face! COACH OW! COLE Reject flying over the top, but Alf hurling that garbage can at him and catching him in the face! Reject is reeling on the floor, while Alf sinks back to his knees and attempts to regain himself. Alf then grabs the trashcan, which was full of other assorted weapons, and pushes it underneath the ropes. He then tosses Reject inside, and empties out the trashcan. He then tosses the empty can to Reject, and superkicks it back into his face! Cover... 1... 2... Kickout! Alf then sets the can in mid-ring, and grabs Reject in a standing headscissors. COLE Could be a powerbomb Alf's setting up here... Reject blocks, however, and backdrops Alf onto the can! COLE But it backfires! Reject drapes an arm over Alf... 1... 2... Shoulder up! Reject grabs a small road sign that was in the trash can, and brings it down on Alf's head! He then lays Alf down on the steel chair, and climbs to the top rope. COACH This could be it if he hits this, Cole! Reject gets his balance up top, and leaps off with a MACHO MAN ELBOW~!!! Cover... 1... 2... NO! Shoulder up! COLE Not yet! Reject picks up Alf, and backs him into a corner, and delivers a CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! Alf fires back! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! COLE And look at Alf fight back! Reject backs Alf up again, and delivers another CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! Alf returns the favor again! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! Reject back up Alf one more time, and delivers another CHOP~! Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! Alf then delivers a flurry of CHOPS~!, but Reject thumbs him in the eye, then backs him into the ropes, and attempts an Irish whip. Alf reverses, Reject ducks a clothesline...but gets caught with a AA SPINEBUSTER ONTO THE CHAIR~! COACH Oh no! COLE Spinebuster right onto that chair! Both men lay on the mat for several seconds, then work to their knees, and begin to exchange fists. Alf starts to get the better of the exchange once the two move to their feet, then Reject takes a big swing, which Alf ducks, then spins Reject around for a BELLY-TO-BELLY~! COLE Belly-to-belly, and now it's Alf maybe looking for the kill here! Alf follows up with a T-BONE SUPLEX~!!, and Reject quickly retreats to the floor. Alf follows, ramming Reject face-first into the steps! He then takes him to the next corner of the ring, and rams him into the ringpost! He then rolls Reject back inside, and climbs to the top. He jumps off, but Reject pulls the referee in the way, and it's a three-man collision! COLE Referee gets sandwiched there, and all three men are down on the mat! Several seconds go by, and Reject is the first to his feet. He grabs the chair, and stalks Alf, who is moving towards the ropes. Reject brings the chair down, but Alf moves...and the chair bounces off the ropes, and back into Reject's face! COLE Reject falls to the mat, and Alf scales the ropes, sizing up Reject...and delivering the FIVE-STAR ALF SPLASH~!!!!!11111 COLE HE HIT IT! Alf covers, but there's no referee! COACH But the referee's still out! Alf gets up, and grabs the referee by the collar, dragging him over to Reject's shoulders, and covers once again, as the referee comes to and slowly counts... 1... 2... NO!!! Reject gets the shoulder up! COACH NO! COLE Man, what a tough break for Alf right there! He had Reject pinned, but the referee was in no condition to count! Alf picks up Reject, and attempts an Irish whip into a corner. Reject reverses, and charges, but runs into Alf's foot! Alf then hops onto the second rope, and climbs onto Reject's shoulders, then attempts a victory roll...but Reject blocks, then hooks Alf's legs, and turns him over into the R-LOCK~!!!!!11111 COLE The R-Lock is hooked! COACH He's got him, Cole! This is great, Alf's gonna have to tap out right here in front of his home people! Alf is in pain as he inches towards the ropes. He's almost there, but Reject pulls him back out to the center! Alf makes another effort, pulling Reject across the ring, and this time is able to reach the ropes! COLE He made the ropes! Reject holds on a little while longer, then lets go. He grabs one of Alf's legs as he holds onto the ropes, and lifts him to his feet...only to be met with an ENZIGURI~! Alf slowly picks up Reject, and scoops him up...but Reject slides behind the back, turns Alf around, and hits him with the EULOGY~!!!!!11111 COLE EULOGY~! COACH That's it! It's gotta be this time! Reject covers... 1... 2... .... NO!!! Alf gets the shoulder up! COACH WHAT?!? COLE Alf still alive! Unbelievable! Reject gets right in the referee's face, who stands by his two-count. Reject then grabs the steel chair, and slowly climbs to the top rope. COACH If that didn't do it, this will, for sure! Reject gets his balance up top, and jumps off with the chair...but Alf catches him by the legs, sends him backwards to the mat, and locks in the SHARPSHOOTER~!!!!!11111 COACH I can't believe this! COLE And now the Sharpshooter! Will THIS be it? Reject screams in pain, as he reaches for the ropes. Alf pulls him back out to the center! COLE Reject's right in the middle! Reject once again makes a move for the ropes, and Alf lets him almost get there, before pulling him back out once again! COACH Come on, Reject, you can get to those ropes! Reject scoots to a different section this time, but once again, Alf pulls him back into the center! Reject struggles once again, but this time makes little movement, and is forced to TAP OUT~! COLE And Reject taps! Alf wins! COACH Damn it! *DING DING DING* BUFFER The winner of the match...ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLF DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGG!!!!! Alf, exhausted, slumps down to the mat, as the referee raises his hand. COLE Alf picks up the win, in front of the hometown faithful here in Indianapolis! COACH Well, Alf may have won tonight, but I'll tell you what...I don't think this one is over by a long shot! Reject ain't gonna take this lying down! Reject is slowly retreating up the aisle, stopping to put his hands on his knees, and looking at Alf, who is kneeling in the ring, and smiles at Reject, as the referee raises his hand once again. COLE Indeed, Reject will be back, and so will the rest of the Deadly Alliance, but tonight, victory goes to the outcasted former leader of that stable, Alfdogg! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted March 25, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 25, 2013 Inside a luxury box decorated to look like a Roman Court, complete with guards holding spears, Maggie Nerdly stands, wearing a tiny toga and ivy leafed headband. At her side are Caesar and Cleopatra. Yes, you read that right. MAGGIE What's up ya'll? Joinin me up here in the sweet seats, coming all the way from Caesar's Palace is Las Vegas, Neveada we have Caesar and Cleopatra! Caesar's Palace on April 4th, 2010 will mark the ninth Anglemania! "YEAAAAAAAAA!" MAGGIE Caesar? CAESAR Friends, Romans, and Countrymen, lend me your ears! Let it be known that I Caesar, ruler of the Roman Empire, residing at Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas Nevada along with Cleopatra the Queen of the Nile personally invite each and everyone of you to Anglemania nine, where the superstars of the OAOAST will compete on Sunday April 4th, 2010. All roads will not lead to Rome but rather to the sumptious home of the champions Caesar's Palace. Cleopatra and I will cordially greet you as you enter our domain where your every whim is waiting to be satisfied, where you will feast on succulent food, all this and more awaits you and your friends and family at the famed Caesar's Palace Stadium! And now let the games begin! Regal Roman music begins playing as Los Diablos dressed as court servants enter the luxury suite. Mariachi bears the offical Anglemania torch whereas his partner oddly carries a pair of golden shears. Both Diablos drop to their knees and offer the golden shears in humble worship of the legendary ruler. CAESAR Shears? What is this mockery? MARIACHI Is no mockery! Is gift!SUDDENLY THIS SONG PLAYS! COLE It can't be! It can be indeed! Drawing a pop from long time wrestling aficionados, Brutus The Barber Beefcake makes a surprise and warmly welcomed entrance into the luxury suite. CAESAR Guard's remove this lout! But the guards that try to secure Brutus are easily backed by Los Diablos. With the poor security out of the way, Brutus takes the shears and holds them high to the adoring crowd. "YEAAAAAAAAAA!" COACH Don't you do it! SNIP SNIP SNIP SNIP SNIP! Four mere slashes of the golden shears take off gigantic chunks of Caesar's hair and leaves the emperor in tears. Brutus alternates between chopping away hair and playing to the roaring fanbase. MAGGIE That ain't what I expected when I took this gig, but Anglemania Nine whoo-hooo! CAESAR'S PALACE LAS VEGAS, NEVADA ANGLEMANIA IX EIGHT ISN'T ENOUGH!SUNDAY APRIL 4, 2010 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted March 25, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 25, 2013 After all that's been said and done here tonight, we still have ONE MORE MATCH TO GO, and the crowd is anxiously awaiting it, as Michael Buffer gets set for the announcement. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, this is your MAIN EVENT at Anglemania, and it is for the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! "Liberate" hits up, but for an expensive sound system, the OAOAST has nothing on the fans, who react HYOOOOOOGE to the theme song of the popular brute! Once he steps out into the arena, the cheering grows louder, as Bohemoth, with a black "Sly" armband on his left arm, walks out and greets the crowd with FURY~!, looking as motivated as ever here tonight. COLE It was one year ago at this very event that Bo had what was arguably his greatest victory to date, pinning Zack Malibu after months of their "friendly competition". Now tonight, both men are still on friendly terms, even moreso with Bo being a part of Zack's new In Crowd late last year, but they find themselves vying for the biggest prize in the land. COACH I'm sure Zack didn't expect this. First he beats one partner to win the belt for the fourth time, then he has to go and defend against another one a month later! That could be taking its toll on Zack, having to go through his friends in order to allow his championship reign to remain intact! Bo slides into the ring, flexing and shaking the ropes, urging the crowd to keep cheering. They do as they're asked, energizing the big man...and when his music fades out and Zack's starts up, they're still at a fever pitch! "Getting Away WIth Murder" hits, and the roof nearly blows off, as the OAOAST World Champion gets a hero's welcome! Zack Malibu emerges from the back, coming down from a stage showered in pyro to head up the aisle and defend the belt he wears so proudly around his waist. Bo watches on, and all Zack can do is focus, as he heads to the ring as determined as ever to make sure he leaves the building tonight with the gold strap still in place around his waist. Zack gets in the ring, and with Bo standing across from him, he unstraps the belt and hands it to referee Charles Robinson, the man in charge here tonight. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! To my left, the challenger, hailing from Greenville, South Carolina. He weighs in tonight at two hundred and eighty four pounds, THIS...IS...BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMOTH! The crowd roars, but Bo doesn't flinch, instead choosing to stare down his opponent. BUFFER To my right, the champion. Hailing from Providence, Rhode Island and weighing in tonight at two hundred and ten pounds...ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALIBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! Zack keeps his attention on Bo, and Buffer exits the ring. Robinson holds the belt up, then calls for the bell, going to place the belt in Buffer's hands to keep at the timekeepers table, as the two combatants prepare to lock horns! They tie up, and immediately Bo bodyslams Zack, rattling the champion with the first move of the contest! Zack gets up, but Bo picks him up and slams him down again! Not shaken, Zack comes back to his feet and swings around, using a go behind, but Bo counters! He tries to throw Zack, but Malibu kicks his legs, coming back down to his feet, and then then goes behind again! He grabs Bo in a headlock, but the big man powers up, shoving Zack into the ropes and remaining still as Zack crashes right into him! COLE Looks like the immovable object is one up against the irresistible force! Malibu rises, and opens fire with a series of chops, but Bo knocks his arm aside and presses Zack up in the air, but Zack slides out! He swings Bo around and tries to trap him in a butterfly lock, but Bo backdrops Zack, freeing himself! He runs the ropes and comes off with a lariat, but Zack ducks it, then hiptosses Bo on his rebound! Zack runs the ropes and hopes over Bo, continuing to the far side, but runs right into a big boot! Bo brings Zack up, but Zack wrenches his arm, then hits a chop before using a Russian legsweep! Zack hits the ropes, but Bo rolls to his feet before Zack even notices, catching Zack by surprise and pressing him up, then throwing him down! Zack reels after again having been dumped on his back, HARD, in such a short amount of time, while Bo persists, coming over to help Zack to his feet, only to strike with a short-arm clothesline! Bo hangs onto Zack's hand and pulls him up, going for a second, but it's one time too many, as Zack swings around and uses a schoolboy! ONE! KICKOUT! They come to their feet, and Zack cuts off Bo's momentum with an inverted atomic drop...then a SCHOOL'S OUT...NO! Bo catches the foot, swings Zack around, and scoops him up...EROTIC AWAKENING OF B...NO! Zack elbows Bo in the side of the head, freeing himself from the monster's grasp, and shoots him to the ropes, nailing him with a dropkick! Bo gets up, but Zack hits a second one, and Bo gets hit again! The Metrosexual Monster comes to his feet, and Zack jumps on his shoulders, looking to snap him over with a huracanrana, but Bo stops, pulling Zack back up onto his shoulders, readying him for a powerbomb! Zack panics, hitting punch after punch after punch until Bo has no choice but to drop him, and from there Zack whips Bo to the corner! He charges in, but Bo charges OUT of the corner, NAILING ZACK WITH A SPEAR~! Holding his ribs, Zack rolls out of the ring, while Bo shakes the ropes, working the crowd up in an effort to motivate himself, as Zack is sent packing, hoping to recover! COACH Big man Bo is straight takin' it to Zack Malibu, and all that talk about friendship and respect is gonna go out the window, mark my words Mikey Cole! Zack, who has rolled out to ringside, rises from the floor. Bo starts to head out, but as he starts to come through the middle rope, Zack reaches up and nails him with a headbutt! Bo staggers back as Zack moves up to the apron and springboards in, nailing him with a flying clothesline! Bo gets yanked off the canvas, and Zack readies him for a suplex, but Bo won't go over...so Zack tries again! Bo still maintains his ground, and now hoists Zack into the air, hanging him upside down and holding him steady in a terrific display of power before dropping him on the canvas! Zack's back has seen better days, as he squirms around after yet another drop, and has that followed up by a hard whip into the corner when Bo brings him to his feet! Bo charges Zack in the corner, but the wily veteran kicks his foot up, right into Bo's jaw, then throws him into the corner! About 500 blistering chops follow...maybe not really that number, but it must feel like it to Bo, who absorbs the impact of every one of Zack's strikes, wincing as his chest is blistered by the hand of Zack! Malibu sends Bo across the ring now, but when he follows up HE eats a boot, and as he doubles over Bo comes out of the corner, snaring Zack in a headscissors, hoists him for a powerbomb and runs him across the ring...but Zack floats over at the last second with a sunset flip, avoiding certain doom! ONE! KICKOUT! Bo immediately rolls out of the pinning predicament, and when Zack rises, he's NAILED with a stiff short-arm lariat that puts him down. Bo is seeing red, as he's beginning to realize why they call his In Crowd partner the most resilient man in the OAOAST. He brings Zack up again, looking for a powerbomb (or so it seems), but Zack saves himself yet again by backdropping the big man over! Zack shakes the cobwebs off, and when Bo comes up he's set to meet the bottom of Zack Malibu's size 11 boot...BUT CATCHES THE FOOT ONCE AGAIN! Malibu panics, the School's Out thwarted by the challenger, but when Bo swings the leg around, Zack uses it to come through with a dragon whip! The spin kick dazes Bo and he stumbles through the ropes, falling to the floor! COLE It's such a close race for both of these men. They know each other's moves, they know each other's tricks...between their competition last year, their strong friendship since, and the fact that they are both students of the game, they are going to have quite the time with each other! COACH All it takes is that one moment, Mikey Cole. That one trip-up is what's gonna lead to a lifetime of disappointment for one of these guys! Bo comes up, just in time to see Malibu come over the ropes with a pescado...and he catches him! Bo gets a look on his face as if he's going to drop Zack with THE EROTIC AWAKENING OF B~!, but Malibu panics, driving his elbow into the side of Bo's head to break! Zack frees himself, then tries for a suplex on the floor, but Bo shoves Zack away, and when Zack approaches, Bo catches him and STUFFS HIM WITH A SPINEBUSTER ON THE FLOOR~! COACH YO~! COLE Zack Malibu just got the wind knocked out of him on that one! COACH I don't think it was just the wind, Mikey Cole! Bo gets up, looking almost remorseful for what he just did, but then hurriedly picks Zack up and shoves him into the ring. He crawls across him and covers... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! ...but Zack throws a shoulder up, thwarting the pin! COLE He may not be able to move his legs, but his shoulders are working! Bo picks Zack up across his shoulder, then runs him into the corner, crushing him against the turnbuckles! Bo then opens up with body shots, pounding Zack in the ribs then moving on to shoulderblocks! Bo then brings Zack out of the corner and drops him with a gutbuster, inflicting further damage! Malibu curls up and holds his ribs, but its a momentary bit of solace as Bo brings him up, then locks on a bearhug! COLE This certainly won't help matters for Zack! Bo squeezes his friend, trying to turn his ribs into dust as he wrenches the submission around Zack's torso. Zack struggles, then hits another headbutt, but Bo is unfazed...so Zack hits another! Bo shakes it off, but Zack hits ANOTHER one, and that frees him, allowing him to hit the ropes...AND RUN RIGHT INTO ANOTHER BEARHUG! Bo catches him, lifts him off his feet, and swings him away from the ropes, planting Zack on his feet as he keeps the hold applied! COLE Great move by Bo, catching Zack immediately and then moving him away from the ropes so that Zack can't use them to his advantage! Zack struggles away, so he hits another headbutt, the fourth in the last minute that Bo has absorbed with no defense! Bo staggers away, holding his nose, and Zack opens fire on his legs with low kicks, aiming for the shin and knee, then a kick to the stomach that doubles Bo over! Zack then hits the ropes and nails Bo with a kneelift, sending him to the canvas! Zack then keeps Bo in position so that he can hit a kneedrop! Zack then rolls Bo to his feet, striking him with a series of Euorpean uppercuts, the final one of which knocks Bo against the ropes...AND HE BOUNCES RIGHT BACK WITH A MURDEROUS LARIAT THAT WIPES MALIBU OUT~! The impact behind it causes Bo to fall forward, but he pushes himself to his feet and circles Zack, wild eyed as if he senses the end! He pulls Zack up and throws him over his shoulder, then paces around the ring with him before getting a running start, like a bull charging a matador. Bo runs with Zack, and JUST as he's about to slam the World Champion to the canvas, Malibu slips out and shoves Bo into the corner! A cracked sternum could be in order for the challenger, as he staggers back stunned...RIGHT INTO A GERMAN SUPLEX! Zack hangs on, pulling his larger opponent up...GERMAN NUMBER TWO! Malibu fights, using his strength to bring Bo up again, but as he tries to lift him, BO WON'T GO~! Bohemoth reaches down and grabs Zack's wrists, prying them off of him and breaking the waistlock! He turns and brings Zack up across his shoulders, then WHAM~!, a Samoan Drop later and Malibu is staring up at the lights as Bo lays across him! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! COLE Every time! Just when you think Bohemoth has things in order, Zack Malibu comes firing back! Then Zack has Bohemoth on the brink of breaking, but the big man lets him know that he's far from done! COACH It's a back and forth at its finest, Mikey Cole! Bo gets up, and with Zack down, he bounces off the ropes and crushes Zack with a BIG SPLASH~!, again putting the focus on the ribs and knocking the wind out of Malibu! He then sits Zack up and applies a nerve pinch, finding the pressure points on the champion and switching the focus to them! COLE Smart move here by Bo. He can trap Zack in that hold while Zack is weary, and regain some of that extered energy of his own! The fans are clamoring for Zack to break the hold, but Malibu is not in a good place right now. Exhaustion, bruising, you name it and Zack has the ailment. Still, he persists, as he rises to his feet with Bo still forcing the nerve pinch on him! Bo puts more pressure on, and Zack lets out an agonizing yell as he drops back down to one knee, being forced to the mat and possibly into submission. He wiggles around and lunges for the ropes, desperately trying to reach them, but can only graze them...UNTIL HE GRABS THE MIDDLE ROPE! The referee calls for a break, but Bo won't do it...not yet at least! He keeps the hold applied, as Zack pulls himself up, and just as the count reaches "4", Zack reaches back and brings Bo down with a jawbreaker! Bo staggers back, while Zack collapses forward, but he scurries to pull himself up, again with the ropes...AND THEN NAILS A STUNNED BO WITH SCHOOL'S OUT~! COLE HE GOT HIM! Zack covers, and the fans urge the referee to start counting ASAP! ONE! TWO! THR-NO! KICKOUT! COACH He didn't get him! COLE Bo kicked out of the School's Out! Some boo, some roar, but it's a loud reaction for the well-dressed brute, and Zack can't believe it! He drags Bo's limp body up, then just as quickly hits a DDT, knocking him senseless once again! Zack rolls to his feet and heads toward the corner, and the fans begin standing to witness what he does next. COLE Bo's down, but Zack's going up, perhaps looking for the coup de grace! Zack stands on the top rope, taking one last moment to measure the distance between he and his opponent...then comes sailing off the top with a GUILLOTINE LEGDROP THAT CONNECTS~! Zack shifts and quickly covers after the landing, hooking the leg as the fans chant with the count! ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! NO! BO KICKS OUT! BO KICKS OUT! COACH Can you believe that! COLE A School's Out didn't work. A legdrop from the top rope didn't work. What is Zack Malibu going to have to do here tonight?! Zack gets up, questioning the count, and is advised that is was in fact not a three. Zack pulls Bo up, rocking him with some forearms before whipping him into the corner, then connecting with a running forearm smash that could've broken Bo's cheekbone! Zack then sets Bo up on the top rope, then climbs up himself, adjusting so that he can pull Bo up onto his shoulders while he's on the middle rope. COLE The Honor Roll! This could be all Zack needs to secure a victory! Zack readies Bo across his shoulders, standing at a full vertical base...but suddenly, Bo comes to life, stunning Zack with elbows to the side of the head! Worried about losing his balance, Zack tries to remain calm and steady, but Bo, much like Zack earlier, hits a series of panic shots, looking for the break! He manages to slide free, sitting himself on the top rope, where he hooks Zack by the head...AND CARRIES THE WORLD CHAMPION OFF THE ROPES WITH A FLYING BULLDOG~! COACH YO~! The fans go wild, and those who were sitting leap up from their seats. Applause fills the arena for the high impact manuever, as both men lay unconscious on the canvas! COLE We don't really see much high risk offense from Bo, but he took a gamble and it paid off in spades! Bo rolls onto his stomach, then crawls over to Zack and rolls him onto his back, covering his friend for what could be his first OAOAST World Championship! ONE! TWO! TH-SHOULDER UP! ZACK GETS A SHOULDER UP! Bo rolls off of Zack, chuckling to himself because of Zack's will to win. He sits up and looks over at Zack, then rolls Zack to his feet and sets him up again for a powerbomb...AND CONNECTS, folding Malibu up like an accordion when his back connects with canvas! COACH He just stuffed him like a Thanksgiving turkey! Bo hangs onto the legs, pushing them down to force Malibu into a position he may not be able to kick out of! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Zack DOES kickout, but Bo isn't phased in the slightest, as he picks Zack up, then DRILLS HIM WITH THE EROTIC AWAKENING OF B~! COLE He just wasted NO TIME, and now Bohemoth is three seconds away from winning the heavyweight championship of the world! ONE! TWO! THREENO! NO! ZACK MALIBU KICKS OUT! COACH HOW did he just do that!? Apeshit doesn't even begin to describe the fan reaction, and Bo's eyes grow wide, in shock at the kickout. He gets up and circles Zack, pacing as he figures out what to do next. Zack just lay there, having been decimated by the monster, and that's when Bo decides to think outside the box. He steps out to the apron, then HEADS TO THE TOP~!~!, drawing interest from every fan in the building! COLE What could he be doing now? Bo looks to the crowd, almost as if he needs to be reassured he's not losing his mind for doing this. Of course, the thousands upon thousands of fans cheering serve to motivate him, and he climbs to the top, gingerly balancing himself on the top rope as he focuses on Malibu. Zack is just now starting to stir, doing a slow rise up to one knee, and has no idea what is about to come his way. Bo launches himself into the air, extending an arm to take Zack's head off with a flying clothesline...BUT MALIBU SEES IT COMING AND NAILS THE BIG MAN WITH A DROPKICK WHILE HE'S IN MID-AIR! COLE The World Champion just took Bohemoth out of the air with a dropkick! COACH You think Bo's regretting that move now? Bo wriggles around, and when he gets up, Zack quickly ties him up in a clinch, then starts using his knees to repeatedly smash his larger foe! With Bo dazed, Zack shoots him into the ropes, then levels him with a high knee as he rebounds! Zack then brings him up and whips him to the corner, nailing Bo once again with a running forearm smash! A European uppercut follows, then Zack sets Bo up on top, then climbs up the ropes himself and snaps him back to earth with a TOP ROPE HURACANRANA, once again bringing the crowd vocals to their peak, as the fans cheer the comeback of the OAOAST's favorite son! COLE This is what it all comes down to! The trading of blows, the last resort type of manuevers...come hell or high water, both of these men are determined to walk out of this building tonight with the OAOAST World Title at any cost! COACH And they're FRIENDS, Mikey Cole! These guys are supposed to be buddies, grabbing drinks after matches, and they're doing this to each other! COLE Just goes to show you what that belt means to those in our industry, Coach! Zack gets up and nearly falls over, supporting himself in the corner as he eyes a weakened Bo sprawled out on the canvas. Zack comes over and once again brings the big man to his feet, hitting two chops and a European uppercut that floors him! He brings Bo back to his feet again, again tying him up in a clinch and hitting a series of knees before using a Northern Lights suplex to try and vanquish his rival! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! BO KICKS OUT! Malibu's growing frustrated, as he mouths "Damn it!" before bringing Bo up yet again, and this time sending him to the corner...NO! Bo reverses, hurling Zack towards the turnbuckles, but Malibu still has the good sense to use the momentum to his advantage, jumping up to the middle rope and leapfrogging back...RIGHT INTO BO'S ARMS! Bo drops Zack with a snake eyes before Malibu even knows what hit him, then hits a BACKDROP DRIVAH~! that did absolutely no good to the neck of Zackary Malibu! Bo is FEELING IT~!, and pulls himself up, exerting a roar that echoes throughout the arena! He goes to bring Zack up, but Malibu simply collapses back to the canvas out of sheer exhaustion, his body unable to handle the assault of the Metrosexual Monster! Bo reaches down and brings him up again, lifting for a suplex...but Malibu manages to kick his legs enough that he falls back to earth, and uses the leverage to pull Bo up AND DROP HIM ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD WITH A BRAINBUSTER~! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEENO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! BOHEMOTH KICKS OUT ONCE AGAIN! COLE Good lord, what is it going to take!? Zack rolls off him, coming up to one knee and holding his neck, lucky that he's been able to escape this full out onslaught from his In Crowd stablemate. He pulls Bo up and whips him to the corner, but rather than overexert himself, Zack simply hops up on the ropes and begins to unload with a series of punches that don't exactly help Bo's already foggy vision! Bo pushes Zack off, but Zack lands on his feet and comes right back up, hammering away again...until Bo manuevers Zack up onto his shoulders, causing The Franchise to gain a look of fear and panic on his face as Bo rushes across the ring AND POWERBOMB HIM INTO THE OPPOSITE CORNER~! COACH He's gotta have a broken back after that one, Mikey Cole. He's gotta! Bo stumbles back, but seeing Zack in the precarious position, he runs the ropes...FACEWASH TO ZACK MALIBU~! Bo runs the ropes again, looking for Facewash Numero Dos...but as he goes for it, Zack grabs his leg and comes up...DRAGON SCREW~! Zack holds onto the leg and ties it up, looking for the figure four...but Bo reaches up and brings Zack down into a small package! ONE! TWO! THREENO! KICKOUT! Zack breaks free of the pin, and both men come up...and Zack uses a double leg and goes right back to the figure four...NO! Bo kicks Zack off, and Malibu goes careening out through the ropes, barely catching himself on the apron! Bo gets up and goes after him, but Zack shoulderblocks him through the ropes, then slingshots himself in, legdropping Bo across the back of the head! Bo's head is pounding, and he uses the ropes for a recovery aid...but Zack is right there behind him, and hoists him over with a German Suplex! COLE The Malibu trademark is comin' up! Good ol' Cole is right, as a second German follows, followed by a third, followed by a fourth, followed by BO SPINNING AROUND AND DUMPING ZACK...NO! Malibu floats over, spins Bo around, and sends him to the corner...ZACK ATTACK II~! Bo slumps down, but Zack pulls him right up and shoots him across to the other side, and hits a SECOND ZACK ATTACK II! He pulls Bo up again, but Bo yanks Zack by the waist of the tights and sends him out of the ring...or does he!? Because Zack lands on the apron and immediately runs up the ropes, launching himself off at an unsuspecting Bo with a flying crossbody, catching the big man...WHO ROLLS THROUGH IT WITH ZACK CLUTCHED IN HIS GRASP, AND HITS THE EROTIC AWAKENING OF B~! Bo collapses on Malibu, praying that this will do it! ONE! TWO! THREE! NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! KICKOUT AT 2.9!!! COACH HOW IS HE DOING THAT!?!? HOW HOW HOW!?!??! "MALIBU!" "MALIBU!" "MALIBU!" Bo slams the canvas, in disbelief that Zack Malibu can withstand that much punishment and still have the will to win. He pulls him up and immediately sets up for another Erotic Awakening of B...but as he swings Zack out, Malibu allows himself to swing out of Bo's hold, and when Bo turns around it's SCHOOL'S OUT...NO! Bo catches the foot and picks Zack right back up, but Zack elbows free, falling free once again...ANGLE SLAM...NO! Bo slips out of it, grabs Malibu once again, and the third time is the charm as he nails him with ANOTHER EROTIC AWAKENING OF B~! ONE! TWO! THREE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! COLE He didn't get him! He didn't get him! The referee raises two fingers only, showcasing that Zack Malibu escaped the jaws of defeat once again! Bo argues his point, but the referee stands tall, explaining that Bo did not get the win he so desires. Bo pulls Zack up and fires him into the ropes, catching him with a front spinebuster, then comes off the ropes, hitting a big splash that mashes Zack's bruised ribs! Bo sits up on his knees and Zack tries to roll away, but Bo pulls him back and rocks him with several forearm shots before pulling him to his feet and sending Zack to the ropes once again...but Zack collapses in mid motion! He starts to come up, and Bo revs the engine before charging full speed ahead...but Zack ducks his head and elevates the big man over, backdropping him out to the ringside floor! COACH He got lucky right there! COLE Luck or not, Zack Malibu just bought himself some time, and he desperately needs it! Bo moans to no one in particular, his sore body revolting against him as he can barely stand. The crowd starts buzzing as he gets to his feet, but its not for his recovery...its for Zack Malibu heading to the top! All eyes are on Zack as he balances himself, then kicks off...ASAI MOONSAULT TO BO DOWN ON THE FLOOR~! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" Both men are down and out on the floor, with Bo the worse for wear thanks to Zack's daredevil dive! The referee has no choice but to begin the count as both are down and out, and this contest has a very real chance of ending within ten seconds! ONE! TWO! THREE! By this point, neither of the two have moved. FOUR! FIVE! Zack starts to stir, dragging himself to his feet by using the apron. He slides in under the bottom rope at the count of six. SEVEN! EIGHT! Bo sits up, holding his head, and it only takes a split second for him to hear the call of the referee. NINE! Bo gets up and nearly falls backwards, grabbing onto the bottom rope and pulling himself up onto the apron just as the referee was about to count to ten! Bo stumbles to his feet...AND PROMPLTY GETS NAILED BY A SCHOOL'S OUT THAT KNOCKS HIM THROUGH THE ROPES~! COLE That might have just saved Bo's chances! Bo is out on the apron, and Zack rushes to drag him in under the bottom rope, then hooks his leg for the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! NO! FOOT ON THE ROPE! BO GOT HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! COACH I don't think I can take much more, Mikey Cole. I'm going to have a heart attack! The fans gasp in awe, thinking that Malibu had Bo's number after that superkick. Zack goes into a mount, using repeated elbow strikes to the groggy giant to try and beat him into submission, but Bo covers up and manages to reach the bottom rope, causing a break! Zack gets up, shouting "COME ON!" at his opponent. Friend or not, frustrations are mounting as these two men are unable to defeat each other. Zack charges Bo, but the big man snatches Zack by the throat as he charges, glaring at him as if to say "I've got you now!" He scoops Zack up, but Zack slides down his back, hooking a reverse facelock that he quickly twists into a stunner, dropping the big man jaw first across his shoulder! COLE What was that!? We've never seen that before! Zack rushes to cover, as Bo was caught off guard, and the referee slides across the canvas, ready to make the call! ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! COLE HE DID IT! ZACK MALIBU...WHAT A MATCH THAT WAS! COACH Major props, dawg. MAJOR props to both of these guys! "Getting Away With Murder" starts up as Zack sits up, and is handed his World Title belt. He cradles the belt in his arms, as if he feared he would never see it again, but is now happy to have it back. Zack is helped to his feet, and then the hand goes up, as the ref raises Zack's arm while Zack raises his championship gold in his other hand. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...AND STILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALIBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! The crowd roars, getting to their feet and applauding loudly as Malibu raises the belt up, then looks up and points to the sky, acknowledging his friend who is watching Anglemania from a better place. COLE There you see Zack paying respect to Sly Sommers, his guardian angel of sorts. COACH Straight up, I think Sly would be proud of both of his In Crowd boys tonight. Zack waits for Bo to get up, giving him the space for recovery. Bo comes up holding his head and looking at Zack, and it seems to be a tense moment before Bo nods his head and grabs Zack's wrist, raising his arm up high for all to see! COLE A show of respect between the two comrades, as Bohemoth may not be walking out of here with the OAOAST World Title around his waist, but he's walking out of here with his head held high, knowing that he took Zack Malibu to his limits, and cemented his status tonight as one of the very best! Bo exits the ring, leaving Malibu to bask in his glory, and pyro explodes, celebrating The Franchise's much deserved win. COLE It has been emotional, it has been extreme, and it has been as memorable as ever! Thank you for joining us for Anglemania this year. For The Coach, I'm Michael Cole, saying we'll see you later this week on HeldDOWN~! Good night! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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