Chanel #99 Posted December 11, 2012 Report Share Posted December 11, 2012 OAOAST HeldDOWN~! December 11, 2003 More sex appeal than the cast of Friends~! More twists than CSI~! A much better reality show than Survivor~! It's time again for that tried and true Thursday tradition, and I'm not talking about Alfdogg painting his toenails. It's time again for OAOAST HeldDOWN~! The opening fireworks spectacle sends the fans into a frenzy, as always. After giving the crowd the once-over and giving both the smarks and marks in attendance a chance to get their mugs on TV, we take it down to Sofa Central, where the hosts with the most(s), Michael Cole and DA COACH~!, await us. COLE They say that this time of year it's all about the giving, and tonight fans, we plan on giving you nothing but the best in action and entertainment. Welcome to OAOAST HeldDOWN~!, where we have a killer show lined up for you tonight. COACH That's right, because tonight is the night, Mikey Cole, that my girl Crystal will FINALLY get her hands on the man that I've so wittily dubbed "Chris Ben-Wannabe", Damaramu. COLE You know, I heard he doesn't think that's too witty, Coach. COACH Ah crap. You think he's watching on a monitor or anything? COLE Probably. COACH ... COLE However, that isn't the only top notch matchup we have in store. By winning a Three Way Dance that TNT asked Northstar to set up, the team of Zack Malibu and the World Champion Calvin Szechstein, enemies if there ever were any, will go against TJ Burns and Tyler Bridges for the OAOAST World Tag Team Titles later tonight! COACH Man, that match is gonna be hot. And to show that they do want to keep the competition flowing, ANOTHER match was booked tonight to find opponents for TNT NEXT WEEK. The winners of a Four Way Dance featuing the teams of Jacob Lyne and Leon Rodez, The Underground team of J. Arthur Edwards and Gunner Sharps, newcomers GPX, the Global Party Exchange, and in another touch of "partners who hate each other" Northstar has booked Panther and Brock Ausstin in this match AS PARTNERS! COLE I'm very interested in seeing how THAT plays out. In fact, less talkin' and more walkin' is the way to be, so let's head up to the ring and get this show rollin'! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted December 11, 2012 Author Report Share Posted December 11, 2012 Cole: If I had to use one word to describe last week's tag team invitational, it would be awesome. Coach: Agreed. It was an awesome and star studded match that saw our world champion and Zack Malibu score a victory over CWM and Chave and the mega team of Mister Warrior and Superstar. Cole: I think that this weeks tag team invitational has every chance of being as exciting as last weeks. Coach: No diggetey! We've got the new tag team, GPX, Lyne and Rhodez, Gunner and J. Arthur and the wacky tag team that hates each other in Brock-a-by baby Ausstin and Panther. Cole: Let's go to David Penzer Coach: Dude, that's Michael Buffer. Cole: Oh. Buffer: Ladies and Gentlemen....the following is a tag team invitational match to be competed under elimination rules! The winners of the match will get a title shot at the World Tag Team champions T....N.....T! *Cue "Make Her Say" by O-Town" Cole: Here come the New Kids on the block! No pun intended. The crowd goes wild as strobe lights begin to flicker across the arena. Some of the more rhythm oriented audience members begin to dance to the beat. Others nod their head to the funked out tune. Buffer: Making their way to the ring, from Hotlanta, GA and the 313 respectively.... Scotty Static...Johnny Jam Jackson......the Global Party Xchange! Scotty hits the ring and bust out some dance moves, while Johnny high fives some fans in the front row. Coach: They remind me of the Boogie Nights 2K3, only with less homoerotic undertones. "Make her say" is replaced by "State Prop". The crowd gets on their feet as the odd couple of Panther and Brock emerge from the back. Brock is barking out orders to his teammate, who for his part isn't paying attention to manimal! Buffer: Now making their way to the ring...they are a match made in hell......Panther and Brock Ausstin. *Cue "Money" by Pink Floyd* Buffer:Coming to the ring, at a combined weight of 535 pounds, representing UGW, they are being accompanied by Hoff...the team of J. ARTHUR EDWARDS and GUNNER SHARPS!!!! Crowd: Hoff sucks! Hoff sucks! Hoff sucks! CUE: Nitro (Youth Energy) by The Offspring MICHAEL BUFFER Coming to the ring, at a combined weight of 425 pounds, the team of LEON RODEZ and JACOB LYNE!!!! Rodez and Lyne come charging out of the back. They hit the ring hard, causing Gunner and Edwards to bail. Lyne points a meanincing finger at Edwards, letting him know that his ass is about to feel the PAIN~~~~~~!!!~~~!! Cole: All four teams are here. Care to make a prediction on who will win this match, Coach? Coach: We're all winners for being able to witness such a marvelous athletic spectacle. The ref orders everyone not named Scotty Static and Panther out of the ring. *DING DING DING* Exchange of punches between the two warriors. Side headlock by Scotty, Panther pushes him into the ropes, but Scotty knocks Panther down with a shoulderblock. Scotty runs the ropes again, Panther ducks under, Scotty charges, leapfrog by Panther, Scotty charges again, but is met by a dropkick. Panther grabs Scotty, hooks him up, and hits a T-Bone suplex! Panther gets up quickly and forcefully tags in Brock. Brock looks at Panther and goes straight over to Scotty. Brock hits a hard right hand on Scotty, and goes for the Irish whip. Scotty reverses, but is met by a CLOTHESLINE OF MASS DESTRUCTION by Brock. Coach: Damn! Brock picks Scotty up again and gives him an Irish whip. Brock goes for a clothesline but Scotty ducks under. Scotty comes off the ropes and hits a big Spinning Heelkick! Brock gets up quickly and the two men exchange right hands. Scotty gets the upper hand with a knee to the gut. Scotty runs to the ropes, bounces off and hits Brock with a flying head scissors! Brock gets up and stumbles back to the corner. Scotty throws him back to the center of the ring with a monkey flip! Scotty runs over to Brock and straight away hits a standing shooting star press!!! Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Cole: What athleticism by Scotty there! Scotty makes a quick tag to Gunner, while Brock rolls over and Panther slaps him on the back to tag himself in. Gunner walks over to Panther and the two men exchange words. Right hand by Panther, and Gunner fires one straight back. Panther kicks Gunner in the knee, and hits him with a high dropkick t the head! Gunner gets up and Panther goes for a clothesline, Gunner ducks and hits a hard Full Nelson Slam! Gunner goes flying towards the ropes. Panther's partner Brock goes over to Gunner and punches him in the back of the head! Gunner turns around and throws a wild hay maker at Brock. Brock catches Gunners arm and slams into the ropes. Panther comes over and nails Gunner with side Russian leg sweep! Coach: That's team work right there. I can't believe they're actually functioning as a unit. Cole: We're only two minutes into the match. Give em some time, they'll self destruct soon enough. Panther leads Gunner over to the GPX's corner. He makes the tag to Johnny Jam Jackson. Jackson goes for a tornado DDT but Gunner throws him off. Jackson charges at Gunner but gets caught with a MOTHER FUCKING IMPACT SPEAR!!!!!! Half of Jackson's body is folded over Gunner's shoulder before he hits the ground with a thud. Gunner looks over at Lyne and Rodez and shouts “You’re next bitches!” Cole: I'm guessing that hurt. Coach: Yeah, just a little bit. Gunner throws Jackson over to the Lyne/Rodez corner and Jacob Lyne tags himself in. Lyne runs straight at Gunner and ducks a clothesline. Lyne runs at Gunner and hits a dropkick to the knee! Gunner goes down to one leg, Lyne comes off the ropes and hits a front dropkick to the face! Lyne tags in Rodez who goes straight up top, and hits “Because The Lady Loves” 450 Splash! Cole: Its over! UGW is going to be eliminated! 1… 2… NO!! J. Arthur comes in and breaks up the three count! Rodez signals for a shining wizard. He comes off the ropes, but Gunner dodges the kick! Rodez turns around, but Gunner catches him by the throat! MOTHER FUCKING CHOKESLAM on Rodez! Gunner throws Rodez to the Panther/Brock corner and points at Brock. Cole: Gunner wants Ausstin! The two big men might be going at it here! Brock hits Rodez on the back to tag himself in and gets face to face with Gunner Sharps. Cole: Imagine these two colliding! What a match this would be! And you can only see it on Held Down! The two mammoths lock up. Brock gets the early advantage and pushes Gunner into the corner. Hard shoulder spears by Brock in the corner. Brock comes out of the corner and Gunner runs at him. Brock catches Gunner and nails him with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! Cole: That shook the ring! Brock picks Gunner up and puts him over his shoulders! Cole: Look at the strength! He’s going to try and give him the F-Stunner 5! Brock sets Gunner up for the F-Stunner 5, but Gunner slips off! Brock turns around, and Gunner grabs him around the throat and delivers another FUCKING CHOKESLAM to Brock Ausstin! Gunner stumbles back, and Brock rolls over to the GPX corner, where Jackson tags himself in. Jackson charges Gunner, but Gunner grabs him with both arms and flings him into the corner. Gunner pounds on Jackson with a series of closed left fist. He puts Jackson into a vertical suplex position and then slams onto the ropes. He tags in Edwards, who nails the rope bound Jackson with a fame asser! Edward's grabs the back of Jackson's head and rubs his face into the sweat soaked canvas. Edward's brings Jackson to his feet. He puts him onto his shoulder and hits a fireman's carry slam! Edwards picks Jackson up again and hits a Brianbuster! Edwards makes a mad dash for Jacob Lyne and nails him with a right cross! Cole: That's uncalled for. Lyne isn't even in the darn match! Coach: But it does show that The Underground still hasn’t forgiven Lyne for leaving them. The ref admonishes Edwards. Jackson sneaks behind Edwards and gets a waist lock. Edwards reverses and goes behind Jackson. He wraps his arm around Jackson's waist and goes for a German suplex. Jackson flips out and tags Scotty Static on his landing! Scotty climbs to the top rope. Edwards tries to take him out but is cut off by Jackson! Jackson lifts Edwards into a vertical suplex position; he tosses the scummy lawyer to Static who hits a flying pile driver! Coach: They call that the designated driver! Cole: I think Edward's is going to need one after that sick move. Pin attempt by Static 1....2....3! Buffer: Gunner and J.Arthur Edwards have been ELIMINATED! Coach: So long! Nice knowing you. Cole: Let the door hit ya on the way out! Buffer: Gunner and J.Arthur Edwards have been ELIMINATED! Coach: So long! Nice knowing you. Cole: Let the door hit ya on the way out! Rodez takes Gunner's place in the ring is promptly drilled with a leg lariat! Rodez rolls around on the mat, clutching his jaw until Static pulls him back to his feet. He hooks Rodez's arm over his head and takes him over with a snap suplex, quickly followed up by a spinning leg drop to the neck. Quick cover... 1... 2... Kickout by Rodez. Static with a handful of hair brings Rodez back to his feet and back into the GPX buckle, where he makes a quick tag to Jackson. Jackson enters the ring, and the pair begins going to work in the corner, hammering Rodez with kicks and punches before the official ushers Static out to the apron. Jackson, with a handful of hair leads Rodez out towards the center of the ring, where he takes him over with a snap mare, quickly followed up with a basement dropkick to the back of the head. As Rodez writhes in pain on the mat, Jackson runs to the ropes, and comes off with a second basement dropkick, this one catching Rodez square in the face! Cole: What impact by Jackson! Rodez is in a bad way here. Jackson again attempts to bring Rodez back to his feet, but gets doubled over with a hard right to the gut by Rodez. A second to the jaw sends Jackson staggering back into the ropes. Rodez springs back to his feet, and runs to the ropes opposite Jackson, but as he's coming off, he catches a HARD knee to the small of the back from Brock Ausstin, drawing boos from the crowd. Cole: What a cheap shot by Ausstin! Rodez staggers out towards the center of the ring holding his lower back, and Jackson quickly capitalizes on Brock's interference, lifting him up in a bearhug...holding him in the air briefly before swinging him around with a devastating uranage slam! Cover by Jackson...he hooks the leg... 1... 2... Lyne breaks up the fall with a hard boot to the head of Jackson. Lyne turns to exit the ring, but before stepping out to the apron, he runs at Brock and catches him on the jaw with a HARD forearm, drawing a loud pop from the crowd. Angered, Brock climbs into the ring and goes after Lyne, but the referee holds him back. Brock and the official argue for a moment as Lyne climbs back out to the apron. Meanwhile, Jackson pulls Rodez to his feet, and attempts a clothesline, but Rodez ducks, slips behind Jackson, leaps onto his shoulders and takes him over in a victory roll! Cole: Victory roll by Rodez! The shoulders are down... Coach: But Brock's got the ref!!! Cole: Rodez could have this thing won here! Turn around, ref! Brock returns to the apron and the ref finally turns around and spots the pinfall. He slides into position and makes the count... 1... 2... NO SIR! Jackson able to kick out before the count of 3! Cole: What a bad break for Rodez there! Both men quickly back to their feet, and Rodez catches Jackson with an inverted atomic drop. A second one, followed by a right hand that sends Jackson into the ropes. Rodez sends Jackson in with an Irish whip...Jackson ducks a clothesline coming off the ropes. He runs to the other side, but Rodez catches him coming off with a huracanrana! He hooks both legs... 1... 2... Static enters the ring to break up the fall, but Jackson kicks out just before the count of 3. At this point, Rodez springs back to his feet and floors Static with a hard right hand. Jackson back to his feet, and he gets floored with a right as well. A standing spinkick by Rodez sends Static stumbling to the apron. Then, as Jackson gets back to his feet, Rodez hits off the ropes and runs at Jackson with an attempted flying headscissors... But Jackson counters, swinging Rodez around and dropping him throat-first across the top rope. Rodez clutches his throat and staggers out towards the center of the ring, where Jackson hooks him up and DRIVES HIM INTO THE MAT with a full nelson slam. Cover by Jackson...hook of the leg... 1... 2... Cole: NO! Rodez able to get the shoulder up before the count of 3! Back to his feet, Jackson walks over towards his corner and makes the tag to Static. Back out to the center of the ring, Jackson picks Rodez up, doubles him over with a boot to the midsection, then drives him to the mat with a vicious powerbomb! He holds onto his Rodez's legs though, and proceeds to turn him over into a Boston Crab! Cole: C'mon, ref! Get him outta there! Coach: Wait a minute...what the hell?! As the referee tries to get Jackson to release the Boston Crab, Static comes over, underhooks both Rodez's arms, and pulls upward, bending the young wrestler in half. Fans at ringside cringe in the background.... Coach: Have you ever seen anything like this in your life, Cole?! Cole: Rodez is absolutely being tortured in here by the GPX! Finally, Jackson releases the Boston Crab, heads towards his corner. At this point, Static, still with the arms hooked, pulls Rodez back to his feet, and drives him into the mat with a Pedigree variation! Cover by Static... 1... 2... LYNE ENTERS THE RING AND BREAKS UP THE FALL AT THE LAST SPLIT SECOND! Lyne turns to exit the ring, but gets nailed from behind with a forearm shot from an angry Static. Lyne immediately turns around and nails Static with a right hand! Static responds! Lyne! Static! Lyne! Static...Static again! Cole: We've got a slugfest here, folks! Finally, the referee gets between the two men, and is able to usher Lyne out to the ring apron. As Static shouts obscenities in Lyne's direction, Rodez climbs back to his feet, and approaches Static from behind. However, before Rodez can get the upper hand, Static quickly turns around and pops him in the forehead with a hard right hand. Rodez is staggered by the shot, and Static follows up with a double leg takedown. He cinches up on Rodez's legs and sling shots him into the corner. While Rodez is flying through the air he makes the tag to his partner Jacob Lyne. Cole: Great presence of mind by Leon Rodez. Coach: Yeah and now his mind his splattered all over that ring post. Lyne hits an Honor Roll, which Static is somehow able to reverse into an arm drag! Static climbs to the top rope. Once Lyne gets to his feet Static fly's off the ropes and hits him with a missile dropsault! Cole: Is there anything this kid can't do? Standing moon sault by Static! He plays to the crowd a bit before tagging Jackson. Jackson quickly enters the ring, and pulls Lyne back to his feet by his hair...but is suddenly met with a HARD chop to the chest, drawing a loud "WHOOOOO" from the crowd. Jackson responds with one of his own, followed by another from Lyne. Lyne and Jackson exchange flesh searing chops! Jackson gets the upper hand with the sic-sac-six (rolling Northern lights suplex). Lyne is able to block the third suplex attempt. He puts Jackson down with a fall away slam! Crowd: Lyne! Lyne! Lyne! Cole: The crowd loves Jacob Lyne and they're starting to warm up to his partner Leon. Lyne hits Jackson with a gut wrench suplex. He backs Jackson to his corner and tags in Rodez. The two men then start to double team Jackson, hammering away on him with punches and kicks, but Jackson manages to fight them both off, throwing rights and lefts of his own as the crowd pops in the background. Handful of hair sends Lyne out of the ring, and Jackson catches Rodez with a boot to the midsection. He then drags him into the buckle, climbs to the second rope and scores with a tornado DDT on Rodez! Coach: If you don't succeed one, try try again! That's what he did and that's why that move hit home for a big ass impact. Cole: Now watch Jackson! He appears to be going up! Jackson has climbed onto the ring apron and is headed to the top rope as Rodez lies in the center of the ring. The crowd clamors in the background as Jackson steadies himself on the top rope, and leaps off with a rolling frog splash by Jackson... BUT Rodez gets his knees up! Jackson rolls around on the canvas, clutching his ribs, as Rodez shakes out the cobwebs. He then climbs back to his feet, and catches Jackson with an Oklahoma roll! The shoulders are down... 1.... 2....... 3!! Buffer: GPX has been.....ELIMINATED! Cole: That was shocking. It looked like the GPX had the upper hand for a second. Coach: Anything can happen in the OAO. Brock and Panther argue over who get in the ring. Brock settles the argument by lariating Panther over the ropes and into the ring. Rodez capitalizes on the opportunity and pounces on Panther, hammering away with hard right hands and forearms to the top of the head. Handful of hair brings Panther to his knees, and Rodez nails him with a knee to the side of the head. He throws some elbows to his face before Panther can shove him off. He charges in at Panther, but Panther gets him and hits him with a Manhattan Drop, drawing a pop from the crowd. Rodez clutches his groin area before Panther takes him down with a bull dog! Panther goes to make the tag to Brock but is greeted with spit to the face! Cole: What horrid sportsmanship. If Edge and Christian were here, they'd called that "horrific". Coach: ?! That's a word that everyone uses, numb nuts. OH! Cole: Watch Rodez... As the official stands between Panther and Brock, Rodez gets back to his feet, comes up behind Panther and floors him with a blue thunder bomb. He then rolls over to his corner and makes a quick tag to Lyne, before walking out to Panther in the center of the ring. They lift Panther up and attempt a double vertical suplex... But Panther flips out! He then hits off the ropes, and catches both men on the jaw with a running front dropkick, much to the crowd's delight. Panther slowly climbs back to his feet, as do Lyne and Rodez on the other side of the ring. Suddenly, Panther turns towards Brock with an evil glare. The two briefly exchange words before Panther hauls off and slaps the big man across the face, drawing "ooh's" from the capacity crowd! Coach: Oh my god! Did you see that, Cole?! Cole: Hell yeah I saw it! Panther...he just nailed Brock... Coach: I told ya this wouldn't work, Cole! These two hate each other so much! Panther motions for Brock to enter the ring, and the big man obliges, stepping through the ropes, and going face to face with Panther. Panther with a shove sends Brock back a few steps. Brock responds with one of his own that sends Panther to the mat, but he quickly gets back to his feet, and goes right at Brock as the official again tries and step between the two competitors! Cole: It's getting absolutely chaotic in here folks! It's absolutely breaking down... Coach: Watch Lyne and Rodez... Cole: OH MY! Suddenly, Lyne and Rodez charge at Panther and Brock respectively, and begin going to work on both men. Lyne fires off rapid-fire right hands to the head of Panther, but Panther comes right back with a boot to the midsection, followed up by 2 hard chops to the chest. Meanwhile, Brock floors Rodez with a clothesline of Mass Destruction. He then lifts him back to his feet, shoves his head between his legs and drills him with I'M GOING TO EAT YOUR SOUL (sitout powerbomb). On the other side of the ring, Lyne has regained the upper hand on Panther, and sends him back into the ropes with a hard chop. Attempted Irish whip by Lyne is counterded by Panther, who slips through and lifts Lyne up onto his shoulders with a fireman's carry. The crowd clamors as Panther walks around the ring with Lyne on his shoulders. He then turns towards the main camera, and, with a look of intensity in his eyes, spins Lyne off his shoulders and drives him into the mat with a Samoan Driver! Cole: THE DEEP END! Panther calls that move the Deep End! This could be over, folks! Panther with the cover... 1... 2... Rodez breaks up the fall at 2.9999~! Rodez brings Panther back to his feet by his hair, but a running shoulderblock by Brock sends him tumbling through the ropes and out to the floor. Then, Brock grabs Lyne by the hair and buries a hard knee lift to the gut. And another one. Lyne misses with a wild right hand that spins him around, and Brock hooks his arms, and yells something to Panther. Cole: What's this now?! Coach: Brock just called Panther... Cole: Is Brock...are we gonna see some teamwork here?! Brock holds Lyne for Panther, as Panther looks into the crowd, almost as if he's asking for their approval. Then, he turns back towards Lyne, frames the shot, and comes in with a superkick... But Lyne manages to move out of the way, and Brock catches the kick right on the jaw, knocking the big man out to the floor. Panther shrugs off his mistake and goes after Lyne. Lyne takes him out with a falcon arrow! Rodez hits the ring and nails the kneeling Brock with a SHINING WIZARD! Lyne makes the pin attempt! 1...2......3! Buffer: Your winners.....LEON RODEZ AND JACOB LYNE! Cole: It's a big win that could boost this hot new team in a big way next week. Rodez and Lyne felt it was best that they pool their efforts here on HeldDOWN~!, and taking that chance has paid off, as they get a Tag Title Shot next week! Coach: I need a cigarrette after that match. Cole: You don't smoke. And neither do the people from The Truth, who have bought air time during our commercials, which are coming at ya right now. We'll be back. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted December 11, 2012 Author Report Share Posted December 11, 2012 The camera fades in from the commercial break in the Underground locker room. The only remaining members inside the room are, surprisingly, CWM and the OAOAST 24/7 Champion, The Superstar. CWM is reclined back, sipping a beer (Canadian, of course) while Superstar is pacing back and forth, title slung over his shoulder, in his wrestling gear with a “Star Power” T-shirt on. “I can’t believe it…I can’t FUCKING believe it!” CWM shouts, throwing his empty beer can across the room. “Man, chill out. We have a whole 24 pack in the fridge. What’s the fuss?” Superstar replies, looking down at his supposed comrade. “Funny, Superstar, really funny.” CWM shoots back, “but right now, for once in my life, I don’t give a damn about my beer. It’s Zack – FUCKING – Malibu that’s on my mind right now. That preppy piece of shit just won’t stay down…I can’t believe it.” “Heh, Zack Malibu…you know CWM, if you’re so good at what you do, why didn’t you take Zack OUT at World Without End? Why didn’t you put an end to his career?” “Supes, what the fuck are you trying to say?” CWM rises from his chair and stands nose-to-nose with the man who pinned him at Deadly Game, “Last I checked, you’ve NEVER beaten Zack. I have. I have what it takes to put an end to that man’s career *snap*…in an instant.” “Well then, *David*, why don’t you…I don’t know, do it?! See, instead of trying to end Zack Malibu’s career, you’ve been wading around HeldDOWN doing absolutely NOTHING…besides losing this title to me, of course.” Superstar pats his belt as CWM seethes, “So, CWM, I’d say if you want to take out Zack, do it; because right now I’m starting to doubt your ability to do so.” With that, Superstar turns on his heel and walks out of the door, leaving CWM alone. As Superstar walks down the hall, Josh Matthews runs up to him with a microphone. “Superstar, Superstar, can we have a word about your 24/7 Title match tonight?” “Josh, I don’t have time for this. I’ve got appointments to keep, places to see, women to- wait, Title match?” “Uhh, yeah, you know how Northstar booked you in a match against Mister Warrior tonight?” “Mister WHO?! Josh, I think you’d better take a look in his locker room.” With that, Superstar walks off confidently. Josh cautiously enters the locker room marked “Mister Warrior” and sees… MISTER WARRIOR~! …trapped under two crates full of propane tanks. “ROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! THE SUPERSTAR THINKS HE CAN DEFILIZE ME AND HUMILIATIZE ME BY TRAPPING ME UNDER MILLIONS OF POUNDS OF GASEOUS VAN DER WAALS FORCES?! HE HAD BEST THINK AGAIN. SUPERSTAR, ARE YOU READY FOR HELL?! I WILL ESCAPE THIS AND I WILL FIND YOU…WHAT CHA GONNA DO WHEN ALDOSTERONE RUNS WILD ON YOU?!” Josh looks both ways, turns around, and walks out of the door. “Why do I get stuck with the weird shit…?” Fade into a lockerroom in the back. It is pitch black except for a TV screen flickering on and off. It suddenly starts playing the ending of Ragdoll/Mad Matt IV. --COLE "OH MY GOD! K-MONEY WITH THE DEVIL DOLL ONTO RAGDOLL! MAD MATT IS UP TOP!! 450 SPLASH!!! THE COVER!!!!!!! 1!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!! WE HAVE A NEW X CHAMPION!!" -The screen once again flickers to show the Elimination Chamber match, just as Ragdoll is eliminated. --COLE "PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING WITH THE COVER ON RAGDOLL!!! HIS KNEE!! CAN HE KICK OUT?! 1!...2!!...3!!! RAGDOLL IS ELIMINATED!!" -The screen continues to flicker as the camera twists around, showing a cigarette lighter flicking on, burning the end of a cigarette. The TV Flickers barely show Ragdoll's face, but you can see his bloodshot eyes...his blank stare. RAGDOLL ...Where were you, Calvin? Where were you when I needed you the most? You told me I could trust you...and you proved to me that no-one can be trusted. Where were you when I Devil Dolled the chain wall of the Chamber? Where were you when I had to use all my strength...just to lift my shoulder off the mat? Where were you...when I was eliminated? You were off on your own agenda. -Ragdoll sighs deeply as he looks away. RAGDOLL The entire time in the Chamber, I watched your back...I helped you throughout that hellacious time...WHERE WERE YOU...WHEN I NEEDED THE FAVOR RETURNED?!...For the past two weeks...everyone has been asking me..."What title are you going to go far with your #1 Contendership?"... -Ragdoll chuckles slightly. RAGDOLL ...What a stupid question...for the three days before the Chamber...I debated whether or not to challenge a friend...but after what you did to me?...After you betrayed a friendship that I held true?...I decided that this is the only choice...Calvin?...I want YOU! -The fans erupt as Ragdoll glares at the screen again. His stare is frightening. RAGDOLL ...but not just in a normal match...no...I want it to be Calvin Szechstein...versus Ragdoll...at the Pay Per View...in a Hell in a Cell! I want what I deserve! I want your title! I want BLOOD. -Ragdoll smiles slightly as he says the last word. RAGDOLL ...Blood...it defines hatred, jealousy, violence...and it also described family. I used to call one man "MY Family"...and that was K-Money...Ken Baker...my blood. But no, Ken...I guess gold and fame are thicker than blood...when I retired you...I was only following the guidelines that YOU BROUGHT INTO THE MATCH! IT WASN'T MY FAULT THAT YOU COULDN'T HANDLE ME! -Ragdoll covers his eyes, almost as if he is crying. RAGDOLL I DIDN'T WANT WHAT HAPPENED TO HAPPEN...BUT YOU PUSHED IT ONTO ME! I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO RAPE JOSIE! I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO GIVE THE BURDEN OF NOT TELLING TO ME! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME ANYMORE, KEN! YOU CAN'T HOLD ME DOWN WITH YOUR PROBLEMS ANYMORE!! I THOUGHT I WAS TEACHING YOU A LESSON, BUT I GUESS YOU'RE TOO SLOW! I WANT YOUR BLOOD, KENNETH BAKER!! I DON'T CARE WHEN, I JUST WANT IT! YOU DESERVE WHATEVER HELL YOU GET, AND I WILL NOT HESITATE IN GIVING IT TO YOU! -Ragdoll slowly lowers his hands, revealing a psychotic glimmer in his eyes. His mouth slowly curves into an evil smile. RAGDOLL ...I am the serial killer... I am the bloody hand... I am the chief whore taker... I am the chosen one... I am the red straight razor... The one who bathes in blood... I am the bogey man... I am the empty yearning hood Look not for pity...no... I am the heartless man... I come to fix all things... I am the one man band... You cannot yet imagine... How you will dance for me... You will dance forever... To the tune that I decree... The kingdom of the world... Is all things to us all... But I will teach you many things... Before I let you fall... -Ragdoll slowly stands, his eyes still fixed on the T, which now shows an old K-Money promo. RAGDOLL I AM THE BLACK DEATH KNIGHTMARE! I BRING A LIGHT SO BRIGHT! TO ILLUMINATE THE PATH WE TAKE! I SHOW THE WAY THAT ALL HEARTS BREAK! AND I WILL SEE THE OLD WORLD'S BACK BE BROKEN! AS WE DESCEND INTO THE AWFUL...HOWLING...NIGHT!! -Ragdoll suddenly grabs the sides of the TV and throws it off of the high wooden table holding it. The screen shatters, sending sparks flying everywhere, leaving the room in complete, and the TV screen of those watching at home, in...darkness. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted December 11, 2012 Author Report Share Posted December 11, 2012 (Northstar stumbles into Ragdoll's locker room. A look of disgust comes over his face as he surveys the broken man lying on a tattered couch and the needles and empty beer cans lying around him.) Ragdoll: Hey. Northstar: Jeez, Baker. You look like death. What the hell have you been doing? Ragdoll: I worked some indy dates over the weekend. Hardcore matches and shit. Northstar: Indy dates, you say? I never approved any. Could you maybe tell me who you worked for just for future reference. I'm curious. Ragdoll(staring at broken and scratched up PS2 game on the floor): Uh, G...uh...T....A? Northstar: Uh huh, right. Be a sweetie and tell Uncle Northstar what GTA stands for? Ragdoll: Grand, uh, technical alliance. They're an uh....upstart. (Northstar holds his head down, not wanting to look at the shell of the men that sits in front of him) Northstar: You told me you were clean, Austin. Cleaner than Pat Boone. Your words. You said you were clean. Ragdoll: I am Northstar: Oh please! Love, I know clean and he's never met you. Ragdoll: I'm telling the truth. I'm clean. Northstar: No you aren't! Explain the needle marks all over your damn arm. Please explain them to me, because I'd love to hear what you're going to say to pass them off. Ragdoll: I fell. Northstar: On what? A thousand and one thumb tacks? Even if you did fall, and sugar, that if is bigger than Pamela Anderson's boobs, what about your attack on poor sweet Melanie? Don't think I didn't see that, love. The whole entire fucking world saw you punch her in the face and then laugh about it afterwards. You laughed about it! You beat the shit out of her and then your drugged up ass laughed about it! I'm wondering if you have any idea how totally messed up that truly is? (Ragdoll throws and empty beer bottle at Northstar. The GM is barely able to duck it.) Ragdoll: What do you want from me? To say I'm sorry? Do you want me to go out in that ring and tell that bitch I apologize for what I did? I'm not going to do it because I'm not sorry. Fuck Melanie, man. Fuck her up her loose ass. That whiny bitch-face cunt deserved every bruise I put on her face. She's lucky I wasn't felling my oats, or else I woud've busted something besides her face. Northstar(still not looking Ragdoll in face): Do you ever listen to yourself talk? Honestly! You are beyond deranged. Your entire world view has been corrupted by all the insane amount of drugs you've been taking. You need to quit before they mess you up even more. Ragdoll: You're a fucking hypocrite. Fuck you and your after-school-special holier than thou bullshit. I've seen the chronic flakes in the floor of your car. I know what's going on. Every city we're in, you send Silver Star down to the projects to whip out the bank and get you some crank. Northstar: Okay, fine. You're right maybe I do like to get high sometimes. But bust this, at least when I lost the 24/7 title, I didn't turn into a dickheaded coke fiend who takes out his anger on the only woman who will ever show him the slightest semblance of kindness. You see, Austin, the difference is I can keep myself under control. I haven't let drugs take over and ruin my life. You have. You've got a very serious problem and you need help. You're on a downward spiral, Austin. And if you hit bottom, you'll hit hard and you won't be getting back up. I want to make sure there's a safety net before you hit bottom. Ragdoll: Gee, thanks for your concern, dad. Wanna go out back and play a game of catch? Fuck you. What are you going to do, huh? Send me to fucking rehab? Go ahead. Do it. Already been there. I don't give a shit. Fuck you. You hear me? Fuck you and your shit. Fuck you and fuck rehab. But most off all fuck you. And rehab. Fuck you both. Northstar: Calm down!I have no intention of sending you to rehab.....<yet>. I hardly think you should be punished because you have an addictive personality. I feel that with an effective support group and close observation you can clean up your act. I think you should be rewarded for staying clean and kicking you're rather disturbing habit. Ragdoll: Rewarded? What the hell are you babbling about now? Northstar: I'm offering you a reward system for staying clean. Stay clean get the World Title shot you're raving about. You won it in the fourway, and you can have it on that condition. Or do drugs, lose the title shot and find yourself in rehab. Your choice, sweetie. Your choice. *cut back to Sofa Central* COLE That's one way of dealing with things. Straighten up or fly right. I totally agree with Northstar on this one. COACH As do I. Ragdoll can rant and rave about wanting Calvin all he wants, but his priorities need to be on getting clean. The OAOAST does not want a champion who is a known drug user. Bad enough steroid monsters have plagued the industry for years. We don't need junkies and coke fiends doing it as well. COLE Coach, that was very heartfelt. COACH Gotta stay true, playa. COLE Speaking of heart, I caught up with a young man who has a lot of it, and we've only seen him a handful of times. Ladies and gentleman, this past weekend I had the pleasure of going to Owen Field in Norman Oklahoma. Owen Field is the home of the OU Sooners where Ryan Smith played football and where he wrestled at. Ryan is back home in Norman recuperating and I asked him to talk with me...and he invited me to Owen Field. Let's take a look at this ladies and gentleman. *We get a shot of the huge stadium and then we close in on two men standing on the 50 yard line...Michael Cole and Ryan Smith, wearing a neckbrace.* Cole: Ryan....before we get started could you tell us about you injuries? Ryan: Well Michael it's actually not as bad as I had originally feared. He just gave me a minor stinger. The neck is bruised and sprained. Basically Damaramu failed in breaking my neck. Cole: When will you be able to return to the ring? Ryan: Well I've been told May. I'm shooting for Febuary. Cole: That early? You have a lot of heart I'll give that to you. Now Ryan you were just debuting on Helddown when you were attacked by Damaramu. Perhaps you can give our fans that don't know you a little background. Where did you come from? What have you accomplished? Ryan: Well Cole I come from Norman Oklahoma. I was born and raised here. My whole life I've played sports. By college I was down to just football and wrestling. I played football for 2 years for the Sooners. We won 1 national championship while I was playing wide reciever. I wrestled at the same time. I quit football to concentrate on my wrestling career. I never won a national championship...but I came damn close. After college I moved onto the indy wrestling circuit. Many were calling me the Kurt Angle of the indies...which was very flattering. And no disrespect to Kurt...but I'm here to make my own name. Cole: Well Ryan then could you give us some insight onto your history with Damaramu? Ryan: We were best friends. We met in College and were practically inseperable. Hell our girlfriends were even jealous of our friendship! *cole and ryan chuckle for a moment* Ryan: But he was always there for me. When the chips were down he was there to lift me back up. We were great friends but we always tried to keep a healthy rivalry going. One day he challenged me to get out on the mat with him. I didn't think anything of it because Dama had never wrestled. We got into it and he pinned me...in 9.8 seconds. To say I was embarassed was an understatement. But I picked myself up off the mat and shook his hand. I thought it was over. But later I discovered he'd been gloating about it and putting me down in the process. You know I could understand bragging rights but why put me down? I'm your best friend in the world! That doesn't make sense. So I didn't believe anyone until I heard it with my own ears. I was a party and I heard him say "Yeah Smith has always been jealous of me. He won't let me onto the wrestling team because he's afraid I'll take over and upstage him!" I was hurt right there. And perplexed. I didn't understand why he was saying this...plus he'd never even asked to be on the wrestling team or even tryout! Cole: Has Dama always been arrogant and cocky? Ryan: In a word...yes. He's always been pretty arrogant to other people. He was never that way with me though. I did notice at times an attitude of feeling like he was picked on. He always felt slighted when things didn't go his way. And he was prone to jealousy...but never of me. Maybe it had finally hit...maybe he was jealous of me. Cole: That seems like the only explanation. Ryan: But why? Why would he be jealous of me? We're friends! But he was. And it was going to tear us apart. I confronted him about it...which turned out to be a huge mistake. He got in my face and told me that our entire friendship he was in my shadow. And he'd just realized that the didn't need to be in my shadow anymore. He informed me that the day that we wrestled he'd accepted an invitation to train in the New Japan Dojo. This was kind of our dream to go together. Well he told me that I had been denied and he'd been accepted. And he was glad that I wasn't going. I told him to calm down and that I was happy for him. He took that the wrong way. He got into my face trying to tell me that I was acting high and mighty and that I needed to cut it out and quit hiding my anger. Cole: Sounds to me like he was being a child about it. Ryan: All the way Michael. I told him that I was through to come to me when he'd grown up and he punched me! He tried to wrestle me but I was ready this time and I slammed him onto the ground and kept him pinned. He was more embarassed than I'd ever seen him. He left the house....and took off. I didn't speak to him again...he left for Japan and the next time I spoke to him was when he jumped me on my debut night. Cole: But nowadays he seems more prone to hurting people and to putting them out of action. Do you have any insight on that? Ryan: Well through all of this he was never malicious. He was just a man with a big ego. Something happened in Japan that changed him. And I'd like to know what it was. Maybe his attitude made him crazy when he had to pay his dues? Cole: Ryan...the big question....do you hate Damaramu? Ryan: No...not at all Michael. Through everything I still considered Damaramu my friend. The man that I knew is still there. Jason Ryan O'Dell still lives within that body. I just took it as him getting out of hand that night. And when he injured me...well I figured it was some hidden pain that we didn't know about. And you know what? I'm going to find it. I'm going to find out what changed my friend. And then I'm going to beat it out of him! I will have my friend back Cole. And nothing is going to stop me. Cole: Ryan we see that you're determined. In closing do you have anything to say to Damaramu? Ryan: Damaramu.....I'm coming back. And you'd better be ready to atone for your sins. You shall be forgiven of your sins...but first you have to pay in blood for them. *the camera focuses on the fire that burns in Ryan Smith's eyes as he stares at the camera. We pan out to see this on a TV with Damaramu watching.* Damaramu: ..................... *Dama stares at the screen shaking a little bit. He looks up closes his eyes and breathes deep. He then turns and kicks the door open heading to the ring to face Crystal when we come back.* Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted December 11, 2012 Author Report Share Posted December 11, 2012 Cole: Ladies and Gentleman up next is hopefully the culmination of the bad blood between Damaramu and Crystal. Crystal makes an offhanded comment about Damaramu...never mentioning his name. Dama gets angry and starts a fight. A week before the pay per view Damaramu drops her on her head on the concrete giving her a concussion. Now we have this match. Let's get ready. *I'm Just a Girl blares through the arena as the fans EXPLODE!! Crystal appears on the ramp and raises her hand's high above her hand. * Michael Cole: Coach! Here we go! It's time for Damaramu and Crystal! Coach: Finally...my girl gets her revenge!!! Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 10 MINUTE TIME LIMIT! Making her way to the ring first. From Coquitlam, B.C., Canada....weighing 128 pounds........THE FEMALE PHENOM CRRRRYSTAL!!!!!!! *the fans explode even louder as Crystal's name is announced. Crystal is now in the ring yelling at the fans and lifting her hands above her hand as the fans shower her with adulation.* Cole: She sure is happy to be here Coach...but she's got a huge challenge in front of her. Coach: I think she's got it handled. I mean who has he faced? Ryan Smith and then a bunch of jobbers. Cole: I wouldn't call beating 4 guys at Deadly Games, an easy feat Coach. Coach: Oh damn....I forgot about that. *the opening guitar rift of "I Stand Alone", Dama's new entrance, by Godsmack cuts through the arena as all of the lights in the arena go out. The fans begin to boo like crazy as a spotlight flies over the arena and settles on the entrance where Damaramu is..pointing straight at Crystal with a cold look on his face.* Announcer: And her opponent! From Moore, Oklahoma...weighing in at 248 pounds.....DAMARAMU!!!! *Damaramu begins walking to the ring but stops at the bottom of the ramp. He stares intently at the ring and then slowly slides in under the bottom rope as his music stops playing and the lights go back up in the house.* Cole: Damaramu looks a little tenative getting into the ring there. *The referee begins admonishing both wrestlers early just letting them know he means business. Damaramu shoves the referee out of his way and gets right into Crystals' face. The bell rings as Dama and Crystal stand nose to nose with Damaramu laying one of the worst verbal beatings ever seen by man on Crystal.* Coach: God Cole! He has no respect at all! I can here some of the things he's saying..and well it's a good thing our viewing audience can't or we'd get kicked off the air! Cole: And Coach isn't joking here folks..... *Finally Crystal smiles and turns away. Dama tries to spin her back around by her arm and she turns and just nails him with a hard right hand. Dama is backed to the corner as Crystal just unloads with right hands. Crystal gets him into the corner and delivers a couple of hard elbows. She steps back and kicks high! Dama is hit straight in the side of the head as he hits the mat, laying in the corner. Crystal runs back a few feet then comes back in with a beautiful baseball slide...right into Dama's crotch!!!* Coach: That'll have him singing high for a long time! *Dama grabs himself in pain and thrashes on the mat as Crystal turns to the crowd and raises her arms as they shower her with praise.* Cole: Crystal playing to the crowd. She got him good there but she'd better stay on him! Coach: I will have to agree Cole...Damaramu's to dangerous. *Crystal goes back to the corner just as Dama is standing. She shuts down any comeback he may have had by kicking him in the face as she goes in. Dama grabs his face and whips back into the corner as Crystal pulls him out and goes behind for a German Suplex!* Cole: She can't do that! She's to close to the corner! *Crystal pulls back for the german and drops Dama into the turnbuckle's hard!* Coach: Oh man! That's just about as brutal as anything Dama's done! *Dama slumps to the mat holding the back of his head and rolls out of the ring. Dama crawls across the mats to the barricade as Crystal goes up top!* Cole: Crystal taking a huge risk! She leaps! *Crystal comes flying off the top rope for a double axe handle but.........DAMA MOVES!!!* Cole: And she misses!!! *Crystal's face bounces off the guardrail as she's propelled backwards and then to the ground. Dama stands for a second regaining his bearings before a sick smile crosses his face.* Coach: My girl whiped out there....and she's in Dama's realm now. *Dama is on top of Crystal laying into her with hard stomps. Finally he pulls her up and rams her back first into the ring post! As Crystal begins to fall forward Dama grabs her head in his hands and RAMS THE BACK OF IT INTO THE RING POST!* Cole: OH MY GOD! She's got a concussion! Coach: Dammit! He's an animal! *Dama keeps ahold of Crystals head and delivers a couple of elbow strikes while it's pressed against the ring post! Then he grabs her and slides her into the ring. Crystal begins to climb to her feet as Dama grabs her and pulls her into position for a suplex. Dama lifts her high into the air and comes down with a brainbuster!!! Crystal sits up and then falls back down as her eyes roll back. Dama over for the cover! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO! CRYSTAL KICKS OUT WITH AUTHORITY!* Cole: She's still alive! After that brainbuster she's still concious and apparently still ready to fight! *Dama punches the mat in frustration and then pulls Crystal up. He backs her into the corner and then irish whips her into the other corner....Crystal hits hard shaking the ring and falling straight onto her face! Dama slowly stalks over to her and smiles. Dama pulls her up and prepares to irish whip her again! Dama sends her into the corner....Crystal stops herself! OUT OF THE CORNER SPEAR! DAMA IS FOLDED IN HALF!* Coach: YES! What a spear! She took him straight off of his feet and slammed him into the mat! COVER! *1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!! KICK OUT LIKE THAT! Dama kicks out as the fans boo loudly. Crystal pulls him up by the back of his tights and deliver a few elbows to the back. She steps back and delivers a spinning heel kick to the back of his neck! Dama goes down!* Cole: She must be softening him up for the Crystalling! *Crystal pulls Dama up and sets him up for powerbomb position!* Coach: He's to heavy! *Crystal strains for a moment but manages to get Dama up high enough to bring him crashing back down onto her knee! The fans cheer in excitement as Dama hits the mat holding his back in pain. Crystal rolls him onto his stomach and ascends to the top rope! * Announcer: 5 minutes remain! *Crystal ignores the time call and comes off the top rope with a picture perfect moonsault right onto Dama's hurt back! She rolls him over!* 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3NO! KICK OUT BY DAMA AT THE LAST SECOND!* Cole: I could've sworn she had it! *Crystal stands and grabs Dama's legs and prepares the Crystalling! The fans all cheer as Crystal works on turning Dama over but he is fighting it tooth and nail! Finally Crystal is able to turn him over as he begins to scream in pain! The fans all stand and go nuts as flashbulbs go off all over the arena! The ref is in Dama's face asking him if he submits! Dama is screaming in pain but musters a "NO!" every now and then.* Cole: She's got him firmly in it! He's right in the middle of the ring! *Dama lays on the mat screaming in pain as Crystal sits back on it with her knee buried into his neck! Dama finally begins to push his way up forcing Crystal into a traditional boston crab position!* Cole: She's still got the move on him but the leverage on his neck is lost! However his back has got to be screaming in pain! *Dama is apparently working a counter as now that he has gotten the knee off of his neck he rolls his head over and the rolls his whole body! They're back in the original set up position!* Coach: NO! HE COUNTERED! *The fans boo but then cheer again as Crystal begins working on turning him again! Crystal holds on but Dama manages to fight one of his legs loose! HE KICKS HER RIGHT IN THE FACE AS SHE'S BENT OVER!* Cole: Great series of counter moves by Damaramu! Coach(whimpering): No dammit........ *Dama lays on the mat holding his back as a clock appears in the corner of the screen showing 3:50. Crystal held onto the move for a long time....but now she is laying on the mat holding her face. Finally both begin coming to there feet and Crystal makes it first. She grabs goes up to Dama and tries a hurricarana into a pin!!!* 1!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICK OUT! Cole: DAMA KICKED OUT LIKE THAT WAS NOTHING! *Crystal pulls back looking a little perplexed as the wounded Dama, still holding his back makes his way to his feet with a smirk on his face. Crystal rushes in delivering lefts and rights as Dama reels. Crystal finally goes for another hurricarana close to the corner! Dama holds onto her and spins around.....POWERBOMB INTO THE CORNER! CRYSTAL'S HEAD SNAPS AROUND LIKE A BOBBLE-HEAD DOLL!* Cole: OH MY GOD! That won't do her concussion any favors! Dama powerbombed her right into those turnbuckles! *Crystal's eyes roll back as Dama holds his back on while laying on the ropes for a brief second. Finally Dama head over to Crystal and pulls her up. HE PUTS HER IN POSITION FOR THE TIGER DRIVER! DAMA LIFTS! CRYSTAL COMES DOWN HARD! COVER! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!NO!NO!NO! CRYSTAL KICKS OUT!!!!!* Cole: This place just exploded! They thought it was over! Dama irish whips her off the ropes! Crystal bounces back! DUCKS A LARIAT....YAKUZA KICK! *the action indeed transpires as Michael Cole describes it. Dama manages to shut Crystal down with a Yakuza kick. Dama turns as Crystal is working her way to her feet puts her head between his legs! He goes for a piledriver.....CRYSTAL TURNS IT INTO THE CRYSTALLING SET UP! THEY'RE FIGHTING OVER IT! SMALL PACKAGE BY DAMA! 1!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!! 3!NO!3! HE GOT HER.........NO HE DIDN'T! SHE KICKS OUT!* Cole: Great counter by Crystal and then another great counter by Dama. It seems that neither can keep the other down for a 3 count! *The clock shows just about 1:30 left as Dama sends her into the ropes again...she comes back in.......SPINEBUSTER! Dama doesn't go for the pin though! He pulls Crystal up delivering elbow strike after elbow strike! ROLLING ELBOW! Crystal falls into the ropes but bounces back! A SECOND ROLLING ELBOW! CRYSTAL IS STILL ON HER FEET! OH NO! DAMA HAS HER UP IN DVD POSITION! WAIT! CRYSTAL ROLLS IT INTO A CRUCIFIX PIN! 1!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NO!!!!!!!!!!! DAMA KICKS OUT!* Cole: Coach what a great match! They are countering everything! *Dama kicks back to his feet as Crystal slowly comes to hers.......Dama with a DDT! HE SPIKED HER! Dama's not done. He pulls her up delivering forearms to the back of the head the whole time! He sets her up in position for the rock bottom! No wait! HE FALLS BACKWARDS FLIPPING HER ONTO HER HEAD!* Coach: NOOOOOOOOO! Cole(voice cracking): THAT'S THE MOVE THAT GAVE HER THE CONCUSSION! 10 SECONDS LEFT! PIN! *1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!3!!!!!!!!! IT'S OVER! DAMA WINS! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! CRYSTAL BARELY KICKED OUT!!!!!!!! Cole: It's still going! 7 seconds left! DAMA'S GOING FOR THE DAMA HAMMER! *Dama indeed pulls Crystal into position for his huge finisher......HE DROPS HER STRAIGHT ONTO HER HEAD WITH THE DAMA HAMMER!!!!! SHE IS OUT COLD! PINFALL!* 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! TIME HAS EXPIRED!!!! THE REF STOPS THE COUNT BEFORE 3!!! OH MY GOD!!!* Cole: Did he get her? Did he get her!? Was it a 3!? Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman....the time limit has expired! Therefore this bout is a DRAW! *The fans boo as the ref quickly gets the hell out of dodge as the angry and wounded Damaramu chases him around the ring!* Fans: BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! Coach: Well ladies and gentleman I'm going to have to agree with the fans! This is some bullshit! Did he have her or not!? Would she have kicked out? Cole: I have no clue Coach! Things were going to quickly to tell! *Dama stands there staring at Crystal struggling into conciousness. Dama stares at her intently with his hands on his hips as she slowly pushes herself up to her knees. Dama and Crystal stare straight into each other's eyes before Dama breaks it by flipping Crystal off! Crystal looks at him for a second and answers with a double bird of her own! Dama scoffs for a moment and then exits the ring as the fans look on in disgust.* Cole: Apparently Dama has decided this engagement is over. He's making his way up the ramp to exit the arena area! *Dama stops at the top of the ramp and turns back to Crystal who is now on her feet holding her head while laying against the corner. Dama looks straight into her eyes and points right at her. Crystal just stares at him as he stands not budging at the top of the ramp...like a cold statue that permeates evil.* Cole: This is scary ladies and gentleman. Coach: This match was dead even...until Dama hit that vicious Dama Hammer. Who's to say he wouldn't have won? We will need a rematch to find out who the better person is. Cole: Oh you can count on that Coach! Dama still staring at Crystal! *We fade to black as Dama still stares Crystal down from the top of the ramp.* Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted December 11, 2012 Author Report Share Posted December 11, 2012 (We come back, with the cameras taking us backstage into the General Managers Office. GM Northstar is seen talking on the phone with movie producer Lauren Shuler Donner.) Northstar: Lauren, hi. Lauren: Northstar? Hey, how are you doing? I caught your wrestling show. Northstar: Wonderful! So you saw the tag team invitational? Lauren: I saw that and so much more. Northstar: Um, how much more did you see exactly? Lauren: Let me think....I saw some kid in an insane asylum, a group of religious guys and I saw this nut case named Ragdoll beat the tar out of his poor helpless girlfriend. And as icing on the cake I saw him light a cigarette, and as even the most clueless TV executive can tell you, that's definite no no on network TV. Northstar: Ah, you uh, you saw Rags, huh.......I just want to let to you know that my regime never has and never will support violence against women. To us the whole situation with Ragdoll and Melanie is an absolute disgrace of the lowest caliber. It's a blight upon my administration and I am deeply regretful that it ever took place <much less seen on TV>. It was an embarrassment that I guarantee will never be repeated. I've given Ragdoll an ultimatum that I think you're going to love. I told him either he stays clean or he loses his title shot and winds up in rehab. Lauren: Let me see if I heard you right, you told him to go clean? Are you crazy??!!!!! Northstar: No..... Lauren: When you make foolish decisions like that, I beg to differ. Someone like Ragdoll only comes along once in a blue moon. And you've told him to get rid of what gives him his "it factor". He was your proverbial tortured soul. He's your damn Jim Morrison! And now you're making him change? What the hell is wrong with you? Tell me what act of God has compelled you to force that scumbag to go clean? Northstar: He hit his girlfriend! Lauren: So? Big deal. You should hope that he pulls a knife on her next time. Domestic disputes between celebrities are all the rage. Celebrity drug problems have and always will be a hot topic that the American people love to get their hands on. You've got a drug problem and a domestic dispute all rolled into one guy and you're just pissing it away! Do you think you're dad would do something so stupid? Northstar: I...no... Lauren: Of course he wouldn't! Your dad knew how take people's personal problems and private issues and exploit the hell out of them! He knew how to make money off of people's pit falls. He used them for what they were worth and then tossed them to the side of road once he had bled them dry. He had that killer instinct that most people, yourself included apparently, can't even dream of having. Northstar: I have a killer insticnt. Lauren: Is that so? Prove it. Northstar: How? Lauren: Tell Ragdoll he doesn't have to go clean. Make him want to take drugs. Make his situation so bad and so stressful that he'll have no choice but to start free basing heroin. Send that kid on a never ending road of despair. Make him your Kurt Cobain Show me you have that killer instinct and you and I will be talking in the near future. Good-bye. (Northstar hangs up the phone. He buries his face in his hands and begins to sob) Northstar: Trop dur....trop dur. (Back to Sofa centreal) Coach: ARRRRRRR.....I'll make you go insane dancing on Pluto's dawn!! ARHHHHHH!! Cole: What the hell are YOU on? *Oh Hell Yeah blasts through the PA as Peter Knight makes his way alone to the ring.* COLE: As we said in the opening last week, Knight’s partner in the Dream Machines suffered a serious knee injury in the falls count anywhere match with TNT at Deadly Games. *As Cole talks, footage of Parka being pulled out of the ring by Tyler, landing hard on the floor on his knee. It switches to footage of Parka being helped to the back by Knight and an official as Parka grimaces in pain.* COACH: Knight has asked for this time to talk about “my future”, as he put it when I asked him earlier. Knight hops onto the apron and steps through the ropes. He hops onto the turnbuckles and raises his arms to the crowd. He steps off and gets a mic from Cappetta. KNIGHT: Well, I definitely had a bad night last Sunday. Lost the tag team titles to TNT, and worse, Parka went down with an injury. Eddy is back home with Parka, trying some Hindu healing potions or something like that, so I am alone in the OaOast. I’m not unfamiliar with being alone of course; I have been on the streets since I was 16. I spent the last week visiting with Parka at home, and just finding out when he will be back and we can tear ass through the tag ranks again. Turns out that won’t be for a while. To be nice, I offered to take a break from wrestling to help him recover, but Parka knows me, he knew that I didn’t want to be watching HeldDown for the next 6 months. He turned to me and said “PK, go, you aren’t going to accomplish much acting like my butler.” So, my decision was made: Peter Knight is officially a solo competitor on HeldDown! *Crowd cheers* KNIGHT: But I’m not going to wrestle solo for my health. See, I miss the look, smell, and taste of OaOast gold. I miss seeing myself in that title belt, holding it up for the fans to see. It doesn’t matter if it’s Sly Sommers, the Superstar, or even Calvin, if you want someone to defend against, you know where to find me, but you just might regret it. COLE: Knight is being very forceful, almost DARING someone to put his gold up against him. KNIGHT: But until then, I’ll take a match against any HeldDown superstar in the back. Consider this an open contract, all you gotta do is come out and sign. *The lights dim right down, and a red spotlight runs all around the arena* COLE: What the hell? CUE: ‘The Game’ by Disturbed Tell me exactly what am I supposed to do? Now that I have allowed you TO BEAT ME Do you think that we could play another game? Maybe I could win this time! I kinda like the misery you put me through Darling you can trust me COMPLETELY If you even try to look the other way I think that I could KILL this time… BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! *Red Pyro EXPLODES from the entrance way as a familiar face appears* COLE: I can’t believe it! COACH: His suspension is over already? COLE: It’s- ITS AXEL! *Yes that’s right, a new look AXEL appears at the entrance and does the crucifix pose to a surprise pop from the fans. Axel now has a goatee beard and bleach blond tips, but he still has his leather trench coat and black sunglasses* COLE: Axel was suspended exactly one month ago, and now that suspension has been lifted! COACH: But why is he out here now? Is he accepting the challenge? *Axel walks down to ringside and gets on the apron. He does the crucifix pose to the fans before stepping inside the squared circle and grabbing a microphone* AXEL: Welcome to my world. *The fans give a slight pop at hearing the familiar words* AXEL: Peter Fucking Knight. How dare you. How DARE YOU even insinuate that you should get a title shot. You have been a tag team champion for months, so what makes you think you deserve a shot at one of the major singles belts in the OAOAST? *PK starts to speak* AXEL: Don’t even fucking think about it. I’m back Peter; this is my time now you ignorant fuck. YOU and Parka were the ones that sent me on a downward spiral. YOU and Parka were the ones that had me fighting fucking rookies after you got a cheap win over me. Now I am here to exact some revenge. You will pay for your sins Peter Knight. You want to be a player in the singles ranks? You want a title shot? Fine, but you have to go through me to get it. I’ve been sitting at home for the past month just watching, watching everything that’s going on. I have a hit list now Peter, and you are the first one on it. Your partner was taken out at the Pay Per View, so that’s one less asshole that I have to worry about KNIGHT: Fine, tonight, you and me. *Axel smirks* AXEL: Peter, Peter, Peter. So naïve, so stupid. I don’t want to wrestle you tonight in this pissant town. *the crowd boos heavily* COLE: Talk about cheap heat! AXEL: No Peter, I want you on a much grander scale. This is your biggest singles match to date, you know. You are going to go One on One with the Dark One! I don’t want you on a Held Down broadcast; I want you live on Pay Per View! I want to humiliate you Knight, I want to maim you, I want to destroy your credibility as a singles wrestler, and I want to do it with the whole world watching live! KNIGHT: You’re on. You and me, at the Pay Per View. You don’t want to push me Axel, you have no idea what I am capable of. AXEL: I’ve heard it all before Peter. What are you going to tell me, that you are on edge? That you can hurt me Peter? Well no, you can’t. You can’t hurt a man with no soul, no feeling. Win, lose or draw, I’m going to get you Peter. Whether you like it or not. KNIGHT: We’ll see about that, at the Pay Per View. AXEL: Yes Peter, you will feel the pain, taste the pain, and when it’s all said and done, you will like the fucking pain. Cue: ‘The Game’ by Disturbed COLE: Axel may be cocky about this whole situation, but the bottom line is its going to be Axel versus Peter Knight, one on one! COACH: That match will be a real test for Peter Knight! Speaking of tests, you don't have to worry about seeing that talentless lug here on HeldDOWN~!, so make sure you come back after this break! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted December 11, 2012 Author Report Share Posted December 11, 2012 (Shot of a room being lit by hundreds of tinny vanilla colored candles. The Acolytes of Northstar are in a circle, sitting on plush pillows and holding hands) Northstar: Welcome, butterflies. I'm glad you could join me for another Magic Circle. Grab hands with your neighbor. Silver Star: Awww c'mon. Do we have to? Northstar: I said "GRAB IT"!! (Reluctantly the Acolytes of Northstar take each others hands) Northstar: Do you feel that? That's love. That's the love of your brother and sister butterfly being transferred into your body. Feel it rejuvenate your weary bones. Fell it caresses your once cold body, as it runs it's soft but firm hands down your heaving stomach. It stops at your waist and unbuttons your pants. You protest. You meekly ask it to stop, knowing full well that it won't stop until you've reached an orgasmic state. It violates you. It frightens you, but yet it arouses you. Providing you with erotic pleasures you didn't even know could exist.... Charlie: Yeah.....can we just start the staff meeting? Northstar: Hmph! Oh fine. Holly, dearest of all sisters can you tell your fellow butterflies a bit about our financial situation? Holly-wood: Our finances? They're on life support. Seriously. I've called in the family to help it end it's days with it's loved ones. If our finances were a horse, we'd be making it into glue and Silver Star would probably be sniffing it like the crazy glue fiend that he is. Silver Star: Fuck you. Holly-wood: In your dreams, ken doll. As I was saying, we're not exactly doing so hot in terms of money. The glow and the dark ring you ordered really pushed us over the edge. I'm not even going to touch on the high definition, plasma video screen you bought and still haven't used. You know the one, it's got the giant lava lamps on the sides. And then we have the Escalade with diamond encrusted rims you bought Josh Matthews. Northstar: Tabarnaque! People, I need ideas and I need them like right this fucking moment. How can we make up all this lost money? Flameout: We can have Bachleor auction. Silver Star: Fag! Dude, I bet you've been saving up so you can bid on Michael Cole's effiemenate tranny ass. We all know how you like the scrawny ones, dude. Tighter fit around your stubby dick . Alix: Ewwww, that's gross. Northstar: Silver Star! Se fermer ta trappe, cochon! Flameout, a bachelors auction isn't a bad idea in theory, but I don't want one my children catching the clap from one of these ugly hoebag chicken heads. Silver Star: Why not. They already caught it from your hoe bag older sister. Holly-wood: That's it! Either this creep goes or I do! Silver Star: Great. Now you can go to the makeup table and get your mustache plucked. Charlie: Ouch. Northstar: Silver Star, leave. Now. Silver Star: No way. Northstar: Charles, make him leave. His negative vibes threaten to destroy the very fabric of Magic Circle (Charlie Hoss breaks the circle. He walks over to Silver Star, grabs the irritating bum by the back of his neck and drags him out of the room) Silver Star (on the way out): You're just jealous you can't catch my vapors! (The remaining Acolytes rejoin hands once Charlie renters Magic Circle) Northstar: Let it be known, that belligerent behavior that only serves to deman those I treasure most will not be tolerated under even the best of circumstances. Now, let us return to our previous problem. Does anyone have any productive suggestions on how we can make or save money? Alix: Just fire some of these dorks. Northstar: Ooooooooh, fire people? That I like. Holly-wood: I like it to. We can even make firing people a fun thing for our fans. We'll get them involved in the house cleaning process. Northstar: Oooooooh, audience participation. Do continue. Holly-wood: Well, we could hang a giant pinata from the scoreclock at the start of the show and a group of select fans club it with hockey sticks. The pinata should be filled with pink slips which they can distribute to most of the wrestlers, announcers and referees who they don't like. It'll be fun. And we can serve cookies and punch afterwards. Northstar: Grape punch? Holly-wood. No. Cherry. Northstar: I like that idea now more than I did thirty seconds ago. Now, you see people, that is the kind of forward thinking idea I've been searching for. Holly, if you weren't my sister and there wasn't a camera in front of me, I'd French kiss you right this fucking moment. Instead just know that you have my eternal and heart felt gratitude. Let's not stop with Holly's idea. We've got to keep the good idea train on the tracks! Alix: Let's expand our target market. Northstar: Explain. Alix: Ummm.....right now we're targeted at guys,right. What if we expanded our marketing efforts to target women ages 18-24? Holly-wood: She's got a point, kid brother. If we start directing our marketing efforts towards girls, I'm pretty sure we can double, maybe triple our revenue. Flameout: How we s'posed to attract da bitches and da hoes. Shits damn sure easier said than done. It ain't like we can just have a ladies night. Alix: Actually, Brad, we can. Next week, in Fresno we're going to host the first ever "HeldDOWN ladies night." A night that's for the girls by the girls. All women will get in free... Holly-wood: And women over the age of twenty-one get unlimited free drinks.... Alix: For the guys, if they bring a girl with them to one of the merchandising stands, they'll get twenty-five percent off any t-shirt off their choosing.... Holly-wood: And to top it off we'll have a special performance by pop superstars "Atomic Kitten". Northstar: Okay.....Okay! Holly, Al, you're in charge of ladies night. Next week. I'm turning over the GM duties to you both for one night and one night only. And that night is fucking ladies night. Everything's gonna be all right.....it's ladies night. (Back to SOFA CENTRAL!!!!!!!!!!!) Coach:The ignorant sun, reborn from the ominous dead words, illuminated by the insane moon's light....eventually dies down. That is when everything will be engulfed by insanity and dark silence...what is seen in the silence!? Cole: If it means you being silent, then I see nothing but bliss in my future. I swear Coach, I like ya, but you give me the heebie jeebies. (Cut to backstage, where Mad Matt and AJ Flaire are finishing putting on their ring gear for tonight’s big six-man tag match.) AJ: Hey, you sure you’re ready to come back so soon? MATT: Definately. In fact, I think what’s happened to me might help me professionally. Now, all I want out of life is to destroy Sly and get my belt back. (All of a sudden, a building attendance rushes into the room.) ATTENDANT: Look guys, bad news....someone laid out Jeremy Red over by the Totally Endorsed locker room! MATT: What?!?!? That’s it...AJ, dude, could you come help me here? AJ: Sure thing, man. (The camera follows Matt and AJ out of their locker room, and over to catering, where they find the current X Division Champion, Sly Sommers, chatting with his new-found friend Janet. They pace over to him, and Matt grabs Sly by the throat.) MATT: What in the hell’s your problem? First, you try and take me out of the sport for good. Then, with the help of this St. Elsewhere jackass, you steal my belt. And now...you take out my protege just for fun? You had no involvment in our match whatsoever tonight, Sly! SLY: Let...go...man....(Matt lets go of Sly’s throat begrudingly)...listen, I didn’t come here to mess up your little trios match against St. Andrew and his Ass-postles. The only reason I’m here is because GM Northstar wanted me to provide expert color analysis for your guys’ match, since you’re all X-Division wrestlers, but I’m the leader of the pack! AJ: Then why was Jeremy laid out in front of you and your buddies’ locker room? SLY: I dunno. I know Calvin nor Colvid had anything to do with this, since they’ve got bigger fish to fry than some goof who stipulationed his way into a contract in this company! SLY: Fine...so it wasn’t you, you say, and it wasn’t those slimeballs that you associate yourself with. Then who the hell was it? ST. ANDREW: It was me! (Everyone turns around, and we see St. Andrew, accompanied by his minions Nathaniel and Michael) ANDREW: That’s right. I take one-hundred percent, total, complete credit for taking that mindless, innocent soul out to pasture. I saw him wandering around the locker room, like a blind man wandering into moving traffic, and I sent my minions to mercifully take him out. Now, you must be wondering why I’m admitting this. You see, as the good word teaches you, the truth shall set you free. See, now that I’ve said my piece, I feel as free as a bird. However, some people seem to not want to be set free. Trust me, all of you, it feels good to be honest. Like you, Matt.....I’m sure you’re longing inside to tell AJ how truly jealous you are that his debut was like a great white shark compared to the guppie that was your first month in this company. Or AJ...I’m sure you’re needing to tell your new best buddy Matt about how you set out a specific gameplan to take him out of the picture for good so the X Title would be all yours....before I ruined that plan at Deadly Game. (Matt and AJ unassuringly shrug their shoulders like they don’t know what Andrew’s talking about.) Or Sly...Mr. X Champ, Mr. Totally Endorsed, Mr. Big Shot...I’m sure you’re wanting to tell your new little friend here about how, deep down inside, you’re not the cocky, self-assured man that you put yourself off to be, and are really just a mushy, nervous seventh-grade boy, with a stupid schoolboy crush on Janet here. (Sly starts nervously shrugging his arms and quietly trying to tell Janet not to listen to St. Andrew). Think about this, boys: I have the one weapon in my arsenal that none of you can get. Sure, Sly, you can get Calvin and Colvid and take on my army man-on-man, and sure, AJ, Matt, you can probably do more impressive moves and somehow out-wrestle me on your best days, but not one person standing in this room besides me can get inside any person’s head that he wants to, know all of their secrets just by looking into their eyes, and use that pain against them. It’s called mind games, kids, and so far, I’m in the lead. (St. Andrew and his minions walk off, as Sly continuously tries to tell Janet that Andrew’s lying, while she says that she motions that she doesn’t believe Andrew, while AJ and Matt walk back to the locker room, sort of eyeing each other down.) (FADE TO BLACK) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted December 11, 2012 Author Report Share Posted December 11, 2012 COACH: We are back here on HeldDOWN~!, and what we just saw might be the revelation of one of the most unorthodox plans to get to a championship belt here at HeldDOWN~!. St. Andrew not only admitted to taking out Jeremy Red in front of three very tough men who want to take his head off, but he told his enemies exactly how he was going to take them out, and acted like there was nothing they can do about it! MC: Well, from the way they acted, there might not BE anything they can do about it! COACH: Nonetheless, we’re about ready to see Mad Matt and AJ Flaire, who, keep in mind, are STILL not one-hundred percent from past injuries and that dangerous, dangerous cage match from Deadly Game, walk into a two-on-three situation against three men who, while they might not be the most experienced wrestlers, certainly proved themselved to be quite the dangerous three-some over the past thirteen days. Starting at Deadly Game, where they helped Sly Sommers capture the X-Division Championship by taking out both Flaire and Matt, to last week on this very program, where, first, in St. Andrew’s mock cathedral backstage, the minions took out Sly Sommers by throwing him out the door, and into a hard, cold wall, onto cold, hard concrete! Then, after soundly defeating veterans Mark Starr and “Jumpin’” Joey Maggs, they continued to destroy their opponents after the match, and then, without breaking one more sweat, annihilated Mad Matt’s young protege Jeremy Red! And now, they’ve taken him out, possibly injuring him! MC: To add to that, remember: Mad Matt’s still got that hurt right leg, and AJ Flaire had to go in for emergency back surgery last weekend after reaggrivating the injury as a result of last week's match with the new tag champs TNT, and the chairshot that he sustained. He’s not even supposed to be here this week! However, let’s not forget, after the match, the new team of Scotty Static and Johnny Jackson, the Global Party Exchange, were caught partying inside of St. Andrew’s mock cathedral. The Minions took offense to this, but the GPE took the fight to them, causing in a giant near-riot scene! COACH: That was insane, and I bet we haven’t heard the last of that hatred, but right now, let’s welcome our special color analyst for this contest, the current X-Division Champion, and member of Totally Endorsed, Sly Sommers! (Sly comes out to a mixture of boos and cheers, due to his odd actions over the past thirteen days. Sly sits down, and reluctantly shakes both Jonathan and Michael’s hands.) COACH: Sly, last Sunday night, St. Andrew and his minions, Nathaniel and Michael, debuted in a huge way, basically handing the X Title over to you! SLY: First off, Coach, let me get something out to the public: St. Andrew and the Minions of Macon, Georgia or whatever, did NOT just hand me this title belt. Sure, they did unexpectedly assist, but I honestly didn’t know what was happening. You saw that last week, right before those bastards took me out! And they weren’t fighting that battle for me! They didn’t feel my pain! They didn’t bleed my blood! I sacrificed my body for this belt, and yet everyone’s crediting this St. Andrew, who, to the best of my knowledge, hasn’t even debuted yet, for winning the match at Deadly Game! MC: Fine, fine. We totally give you credit for your sensational win at Deadly Game, tainted or not. However, that’s not the only story here. You seem to have become quite smitten with this Janet girl that’s been hanging out backstage lately. What’s the story there? SLY: Uh, there is no story. We’re friends. Big deal. COACH: But.... SLY: But nothing. Just friends. MC: What about.... SLY: Just friends. Period, end of fact. Let’s move on..... (“Pompeii” starts up, and St. Andrew leads his men to the ring.) SLY: Look at this...now, I’m in a stable myself, but at least myself, Calvin, and Colvid have our own personalities. These guys do anything that Saint Andrew tells them! (“Higher” starts up, as AJ and Matt charge the ring together.) SLY: Now this, THIS is the type of fire that I want out of my contenders! St. Andrew slides out of the ring, as Michael goes fist-to-fist with Matt, and AJ goes fist-to-fist with Nathaniel. Soon, AJ and Matt end up on the winning end of the fisticuffs, and whip the Minions to the ropes. They come back around, and are met with simultanious backdrops. The Minions pop back up, and get whipped to the ropes again, but this time, St. Andrew grabs his followers’ feet, and pulls them to the outside. MC: So far, the Unholy Communion looks to be on the receiving end of quite the ass-kicking. St. Andrew re-groups with his men, and then we get settled in, with Nathaniel starting off against Mad Matt. Collar-and-elbow lock-up, followed by a headlock by Nathaniel. Matt shoots Nathaniel to the ropes, and connects with a shoulder tackle. Nathaniel kips up, and runs to the ropes again. This time, he slides under and between Matt’s legs, gets up, and turns Matt around. However, he sees it coming, and nails Nathaniel with a stiff right hand. Nathaniel pops back up, and Matt whips him to the ropes. This time, Matt connects with a high back body drop. SLY: Geez, talk about getting your ass kicked by a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest! Matt pulls Nathaniel up, and tries for yet another Irish whip to the ropes. However, this time, Nathaniel reverses rolls, and pulls Matt down with a drop toe hold on his bad wheel. Nathaniel quickly switches positions, and locks in a standing leglock, to which he uses to pull Matt over to his corner, to tag in his brother Michael. Nathaniel holds Matt in an elevated half-crab, while his brother kicks away at the leg with roundhouse kicks, almost like he’s chopping at a tree with his feet. The referee makes Nathaniel leave the ring, and Michael then pulls Matt’s right leg outward, almost trying to dislocate it. He then sets the leg on the bottom rope, and goes to the apron. He follows up with a slingshot legdrop onto the bad leg! COACH: Very innovative use of his aerial ability! SLY: I will give these morons of mayhem credit...they’re obviously talented wrestlers. But we haven’t seen their minister or whatever in the ring yet! Michael pulls Matt up, and simultaniously whips him to the ropes and kicks his right leg from behind, sending him down hard. Michael then grabs the leg, and basically uses Kawada-style kicks to damage it. He then grabs the ankle underneath his arm, and falls back quickly with the leg, making sure his knee bends the leg plenty on the landing. He reaches back, and tags Nathaniel back in. Nathaniel slingshots in from the apron, and connects with a senton onto the right leg of Matt’s. Nathaniel goes for the pin, hooking the right leg....1....2...AJ Flaire breaks it up! MC: Sound tag-team wrestling, staying aware of the happenings in the ring while on the apron, and acting upon them! SLY: Unfortunately, if he stays in the ring, that gives the Squadron of Suckage a chance to double or triple-team his fallen partner. Nathaniel and Michael do just that, both grabbing a leg, and sitting down hard, wishboning the legs of Matt, which leaves an opening for St. Andrew to enter the ring for the first time and drop an elbow from up top onto Matt’s groin. Andrew and Michael slide out of the ring, as Nathaniel goes for the cover as soon as AJ goes to his corner......1.....2....kickout! Nathaniel then does a standing double-boot stomp onto the right leg of Matt’s. He follows up with a standing moonsault onto the leg, but simultaniously hurts his own ribs on the landing, slightly. Nathaniel locks in a half-crab, focusing more on the torque of the leg than hurting the back. However, Nathaniel loses stance for a second, and AJ is able to crawl with his hands to his corner, where he gets the tag to his partner, AJ Flaire! However, the referee did not catch the tag, and has to restrain AJ in his corner. This gives the Minions another opportunity to double-team Matt, as they put him up on their shoulders, in almost a double Electric Chair-position, and shove him backwards, but holding onto his right leg, letting the ligaments stretch while Matt hangs there, in pain. They drop him, and he falls on his back, as Nathaniel slides out, and they make an illegal tag as the referee turns around. SLY: Again, using the rules and loopholes of the match against their opponents...if I didn’t hate these guys so much, I’d love them! Michael then locks in an inverted Indian deathlock with his arms on Matt. But, as he keeps one arm in, he uses the other to pull Matt off of the ground and pick him up in piledriver-position while he has the legs locked with his arms. However, Matt kicks out of it with his left leg, and hits a backdrop on Michael! Both men back up, and Matt shoves Nathaniel to the ropes. Nathaniel goes for a flying headscissors, but Matt blocks with a backbreaker onto his good knee. Both men back up again, but they both go down with a double clothesline in the middle of the ring. COACH: All of that momentum that Matt had started to build up goes down in a heap! SLY: As did he! Both men then slowly inch towards their corners....about ten seconds later, Nathaniel tags in his brother Michael, but Matt makes the hot tag to his fresh partner, AJ Flaire! Flaire flips into the ring, and connects with a clothesline on Michael! He then straddles Michael, and throws continuous right hands to Michael’s face! Nathaniel runs back in, but AJ pops onto his feet, and clotheslines Nathaniel over the top rope! He runs to the other end of the ring, bounces off of the ropes, then springboards off of Michael’s back (who is kneeled down), and nails a tope con hilo (flip dive) onto Nathaniel! AJ takes a second to roar up the crowd, then slides back into the ring. However, Michael’s back up on his feet, waiting, and he nails a killer running STO tackle! Michael goes for the cover.....1......2....kickout! Michael gets up to his feet, angrily, and locks in the full nelson on AJ. He then nails his finishing manuever, the Cycle to Nowhere! (Dragon Suplex, roll-through into a full-nelson camel clutch) SLY: I speak for MC Grandmaster Bud and Coach Flannigan here when I say...HOLY CRAP! Mad Matt enters the ring, and, using his second wind of energy, nails an incredible referee-assisted jumping Shining Wizard on Michael, breaking up the hold! Matt goes down in a heap, holding his right leg. MC: Looks like Matt still hasn’t learned that he can’t be taking those types of risks on a bad leg! Nathaniel slides back into the ring, and grabs Matt’s legs. Nathaniel then catapults Matt, sending him over the top rope and to the floor! Nathaniel goes up top, and connects with an amazing 450 splash off of the top rope! Everyone but St. Andrew is basically knocked out! The referee goes to the apron to check on Nathaniel and Matt, but Andrew runs into the ring, and charges off of the ropes on that side, sending the referee crashing to the floor! Andrew goes to the floor, and tries to steal Sly’s chair. However, Sly refuses to give the chair up at first. Then, he hands Andrew the chair. But then, he takes it back, almost like he’s confused to whether to support cheating or cheat his new enemy out of the match. MC: Could this be....Sly Sommers isn’t supporting cheating from his fellow man? Sly then throws the chair down, and yells at Andrew to go back into the ring. Andrew picks up the chair as Sly turns around, and whacks him in the back with the chair, hard! Andrew then runs into the ring with the chair, pulls AJ up, hooks his head, and hits a SICK version of The End, driving AJ head-first down, onto the chair! Both Minions conveniently get up, and end up standing in the ring at the same time. But, all of a sudden, Scotty Static and Johnny Jackson, the Global Party Exchange, come running out from the back, to get revenge for last week! They slide into the ring, underneath the charging Minions. They pop up, the Minions turn around, and Static and Jackson nail stereo superkicks, sending both Minions over the top rope. When the Minions make it to their feet, both Static & Jackson springboard to the top rope, and dive onto Nathaniel and Michael! COACH: The Global Party Exchange just danced all over the Minions of Mayhem! Just then, Sly Sommers gets up, and charges the ring. He tackles St. Andrew, and they start brawling back-and-forth on the mat! The referee sees all of this chaos going on as he awakens, can’t really decide what’s going on, so he calls a no-contest! COACH: Even the assigned, trained official can’t control this madness! MC: This match might be over, but the madness sure isn’t! AJ Flaire’s out cold, and might have hurt his spine yet again on the drop from The End, but everyone else is up, brawling! Sly and Andrew are going back-and-forth in the ring, and Mad Matt is doing what he can while hurt to help Static and Jackson go after the Minions! COACH: This is crazy! Just then, out comes HeldDOWN~! General Manager Northstar, and he has a mic! NORTHSTAR: Hey, hey, hey! (over a dozen referees and jobbers charge to the ring to hold everyone apart) Listen! It’s obvious that there’s enough hatred here to heat an entire country! So, I’ll tell you what! I figured up a little plan in my office earlier today concerning this, and here’s how it goes. Next week, we begin what I like to call the “Twice As Nice X Title Christmas Invitational”. Here’s how it works: next week, it’ll be an six-man tag. But it won’t be any normal six-man tag. After each pinfall, BOTH teams will lose one man. The losing team sends the guy who got pinned packing, and the winning team chooses, on the spot, who they send to the back. This goes until there’s only one man left from each team. Whoever wins that one-on-one battle gets an X Title shot on Christmas night! COACH: Man, that’s a HUGE announcement! MC: Shut up, he has more to say! NORTHSTAR: Here’s where the “twice as nice” comes in for you, Sly. You see, since you are the X Division Champion, on that night, right after the match, I’ll let you choose what type of match you want. But, it won’t exactly be your choice. See, I’m going to let the great fans of HeldDOWN~! choose their favorite match types, and the top six will go on a wheel. You, Sly, will then spin that wheel, and whatever match type it lands on, you’ll wrestle in on Christmas night. But, since this might be a little unfair, I’ll give you the chance to keep it secret from your opponent for Christmas night if you want. Now, for the teams....(AJ Flaire gets stretchered out by EMT’s right beside Northstar)...okay, so that ruins my original plans. But, since we got six guys in the ringside area, let’s go with that. It’ll be Scotty Static, Johnny Jackson, and Mad Matt taking on the Unholy Communion of St. Andrew, and the Minions of Mayhem, Nathaniel and Michael! That is all, thank you! (Northstar leaves the ringside area, as the referees and jobbers hold everyone back so the exits from the arena will be as calm as possible.) COACH: This is a blockbuster announcement! Next week, it will be Scotty Static, Johnny Jackson, and Mad Matt teaming against the Unholy Communion, with what seems like Japanese-style Triathelon rules, as, after each pinfall, not only will the loser of that fall be eliminated, a person from the winning side of the fall must leave as well! MC: Also, Coach, the surviving winner will end up getting a shot at Sly Sommers’ X Title on Christmas night, with you, the fans, getting to pick what stipulations go on the Wheel of Misfortune right now, at OAOAST Online! Remember, though, whatever Sly spins, he has the choice of not telling his opponent for Christmas night what it is! COACH: This is all a part of what’s being dubbed as the Twice as Nice X-Division Christmas Invitational! Back with more, after this! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted December 11, 2012 Author Report Share Posted December 11, 2012 COLE What a wild ride tonight! COACH You know, I've been thinking about this Damaramu cat. I think I could take him. COLE Take him where? COACH Don't play, Mikey. I mean, I can throw down. I was raised on the streets. COLE Yeah, of suburbia. What's it gonna be, a Mean Street Posse redux? COACH Why you gotta front me like that? COLE I...uh...nevermind. It's been a hell of a show tonight. We saw Axel return from his layover to confront an old foe in Peter Knight, we've got the tag scene heating up in a major way, we've got a Ladies Night coming up... COACH Oh, my man, no need to tell me twice. I'll be there. COLE Well, DUH. We do get paid to announce here. COACH Wait...you get paid? AC/DC's classic "TNT" is cued up, marking the entrance of the OAOAST's kingpins of the tag division, the newly crowned Tag Champions of Tyler Bridges and TJ Burns...TNT! COLE This is going to be a most interesting match, Coach. TNT only arrived in the OAOAST this past fall, and have managed to reach the top of the mountain in quick fashion. Having been IZ talent exclusively before claiming the gold they haven't had to deal with our HeldDOWN~! stars before, and certainly haven't dealt with a team of Zack and Calvin' status. COACH While it's true that TNT haven't faced off with anyone the likes of Zack and Calvin, they've held their own against the DM's, who were one of the top tag teams in OAOAST history. And when you talk about the status of Zack and Calvin's team, let's face it; you have two guys who HATE each other, and not in a cute Mankind/Rock odd couple way. They are on different sides of the fence completely, but yet Northstar keeps putting them in situations where they have to help each other out. Maybe I'm not seeing the big picture here, maybe Northstar doesn't want us to, but these guys cannot go on like this for long. Every week, whether they're teaming up, or talking in the back, they look like they are ready to kill each other, but Northstar won't let it happen. COLE And if it doens't happen tonight, we could have new Tag Team Champions. COACH If it does happen tonight, then TJ and Tyler are going to shoot their careers into the stratosphere. "TNT" fades out, as the World Tag Team Champions and their ladies, Becky and Tiffany, huddle up in the ring. They continue talking as the lights are dimmed, and the sound of piano keys is heard by the fans in attendance and watching at home. The beat gets heavier and heavier, and when it hits it's first chorus... PYRO EXPLOSION~! "Bring Me To Life" kicks into gear, and Zack Malibu and Candie come roaring out of the back to a tremendous pop! Zack and Candie pose for the crowd, throwing their hands up and waving the crowd on, getting them going as only they can. Zack turns around, heading for the other side of the stage, and...CRACK! He's nailed by CWM, who has run out from the back and nails Zack in the head with his trademark weapon of choice, a TIRE IRON~! Taken off-guard, Zack goes down, getting stomped by the grizzled OAOAST veteran. CWM picks Zack up, hooking him in the 3/4 facelock, and drilling his face into the stage with a POLLYCUTTER~! Security has finally come out, as Charlie Hoss grabs CWM by the arm to drag him backstage, only to have CWM pull away and shove Charlie back, then turn around and start putting the boots to Zack, who is out cold. Suddenly, a pop is heard as Calvin Szechstein, Zack's partner for this evening, comes out and makes like he's going to beltshot CWM, who quickly backs off, laughing his way to the backstage area. Candie, kneeling down beside Zack, is concerned for him, and even Calvin stands over the fallen former champion. COLE Fans, we've got a Tag Team Title match planned for you, but it looks like CWM has just changed all that. Zack Malibu has been knocked unconscious by a Pollycutter on the ramp, and this does not bode well. COACH Here comes Northstar, you know he's not happy. Northstar comes out, checking over Zack, as he appears groggy but is starting to come around. Northstar then turns to Charlie Hoss and his own Acolytes of Northstar, yelling at them and asking how they could let something like this happen. He quickly scours the scene for a microphone, ordering Alix to run backstage and grab him one. She does it in quick fashion, and the GM speaks: NORTHSTAR Go to commercial! Cole, Coachman, just take a break! Get us to commercial NOW~! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted December 11, 2012 Author Report Share Posted December 11, 2012 The show resumes without any warning, as we get right into the action. Calvin Szechstein slides into the ring, sending the TNT ladies scurrying, and starts brawling with both TJ and Tyler! The fans genuinely seem to be into Calvin, as he is having a go of it, taking on both of the World Tag Team Champions! COLE Fans, welcome back to HeldDOWN~! During the break Zack Malibu was brought backstage for observation after the heinous assault by CWM just minutes ago. It now appears that World Champion Calvin Szechstein is going at it alone, as this match is now a handicap match for the World Tag Team Titles! COACH The action never stops here on HeldDOWN~!, does it Michael? Calvin continues to fight both of TNT, but the numbers overcome him, as TJ nails him between the shoulder blades when Calvin goes for Tyler. They take Calvin and send him into the ropes, going for a double dropkick...but Calvin hangs onto the ropes! The TNT members start to recover, only to have Calvin rebound himself off the ropes and catch them both with a double bulldog! TJ rolls out of one side of the ring, while Tyler rolls out the other, and the champions regroup, all while Calvin paces the ring, waiting on their return. TNT step up onto the apron, and TJ opts in first for his team. He rushes at Calvin, who quickly sidesteps and hiptosses him over. TJ gets up, and Calvin uses an armdrag to take him down again. Getting frustrated, TJ gets up and goes for Calvin again, only for Cal to hook for a hiptoss, only it's blocked by TJ, and then countered with one of his own, which is in turn blocked by Calvin, who counters and hiptosses TJ over the top rope...but TJ lands feet first on the apron! TJ pokes a finger in Calvin's eye, taking away his sight for a moment, and then springboards to the top...but is met with a dropkick from the World Champion, knocking him out of the air! Calvin quickly covers the rookie, but barely gets a two count from him. Calvin picks TJ up, backing him against the ropes and kneeing him in the ribs, right in the same spot that he just dropkicked him in. Calvin then kicks him in the ribs for good measure, and finally unleashes a chop, causing a loud THWACK~! sound to fill the air inside the arena. TJ, slumped against the ropes, kicks at Calvin, driving him back a few steps, and then comes up, catching the champ with a hard knife-edge chop of his own! They trade shots back and forth, before TJ comes up with a forearm, catching Cal right across the cheek. Several more forearms follow, and TJ grabs him for an Irish Whip, which Calvin counters, pulling TJ towards him, and delivering a MAIN EVENT SPINEBUSTER, holds onto the legs and rolls over into a pinning cradle! The referee makes the count...only to the count of two, as TJ wraps his arms around Calvin, and pushes up while holding onto him, turning into a standing position where he's got Calvin in a standing legscissors, and lifts him for a powerbomb...NO! Calvin floats over with a sunset flip, but TJ rolls through THAT, up to his feet, and delivers a dropkick to Calvin's face while he's sitting on the mat! TJ quickly goes for the cover, having stunned his opponent, but much like Calvin before him, TJ only gets two! COLE Fast-paced action here in the early goings. Calvin just has to be sure not to overexert himself. TJ gets up from the pin attempt, and being near his corner, tags in parter Tyler Bridges, who quickly goes up to the top rope. TJ backs up into the corner, out of his way, as Tyler launches himself off, diving over Calvin Szechstein and trying to pull him down with a sunset flip, but Calvin keeps his balance...NO! TJ BURNS DROPKICKS CALVIN DOWN! COVER...TWO COUNT ONLY! COACH Close call, but a briliant double team, as TNT take advantage of that five-second rule! Tyler goes to pick Calvin up, but gets shoved backward into the corner, and then Calvin charges in with a shoulderblock to the midsection! He continues ramming his shoulder into Tyler's ribcage, time after time, until the referee makes him back out of the corner. Calvin raises his hands and offers a clean break...then turns and knocks TJ Burns off the apron with a sucker punch! Fans actually CHEER the move, as TJ scurries back up onto the apron, and tries to get back into the ring to go after him, but is held off by the referee! Seeing his opportunity presenting itself, Calvin takes Tyler and tosses him through the middle ropes and out to the floor, then follows suit. COLE Calvin's going about this wisely, taking the shortcuts that he needs to in order to stay ahead. COACH And the fans are actually eating it up, Cole! Can you believe that Calvin is getting cheered here tonight? Calvin hops off the apron, grabbing Tyler by the head as he's recovering, and then walks him towards the ringpost, then SMACKS his head into it before letting the body of Tyler Bridges fall to the ringmats below. TJ Burn sees this and comes running, but Calvin rolls back into the ring, away from the other half of TNT. TJ jumps up on the apron, but is again blocked by the referee, who's trying to restore some order to the contest. Again, Calvin uses this as an opening, returning to the floor and suplexing Tyler Bridges on the outside! Calvin then rolls back into the ring, making it seem like he's been there the whole time, waiting on Tyler. COLE That sneakiness actually comes in handy for once. COACH It's paying off though, Michael. Calvin didn' t plan on a handicap match tonight, but he's playing his cards wisely. Calvin waits on Tyler patiently, as the referee's count is up to five. At the count of seven, Tyler sits himself up, shaking his head and slowly getting to his knees. By the count of nine he's on the apron, so the referee stops his count. Calvin comes over and hooks him for a suplex, pulling him up and into the ring, but Tyler falls behind, able to land on his feet (though he staggers from being groggy). Calvin turns, and tries for a Yakuza Kick, but Tyler sidesteps it, and kicks Cal's leg out from under him, and then follows up with a standing senton splash, just as Calvin lands back-first on the canvas! With the wind taken out of the World Champion's sails, Tyler hurries over to his corner and tags in his fresher partner. TJ Burns comes in, pulling Calvin up and turning him towards him so that he can nail him with a European uppercut, sending Calvin staggereing back. TJ takes him by the arm and sends him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a huracanrana! Calvin rushes himself to get up, not wanting to give TNT a distinct advantage, but TJ grabs him from behind, trying to lift him for a back suplex, but Calvin fires off several elbows to daze him. TJ steps back away from Calvin, slightly phased, but catches Calvin as he turns towards him and then spins around, dropping Calvin throat-first onto the top rope! Clutching his throat and kicking his legs, Calvin lay down on the mat, and TJ gets a pat on the back from partner Tyler. Calvin backs himself into the corner, trying to catch his wind, but TJ follows him in, putting his boot at Calvin's throat and blocking any air from getting into his system. The referee pulls TJ away, but with the distraction, Tyler jumps down to the floor, pulling Calvin's head over the bottom rope and hanging him on it! COACH Look at this! Bad enough it's 2 on 1, but now we've got the blatant disregard for the rules going on! COLE Strength in numbers, Coach. Though TNT already have the numbers in there favor, so there is no need for them to be doing this. The referee, moving away from TJ's distraction, reprimands Tyler and tells him to get back on the apron and stay out of the action. TJ picks Calvin up in a facelock, then snaps him over with a suplex, rolls through to his feet, and then backs up against the ropes, bouncing off them and dropping an elbow on Calvin's sternum! TJ covers after that little sequence, but Calvin Szechstein gets a shoulder up at the count of two, staying strong in this Tag Team Title Match! TJ hollers at the referee for a faster count next time, and pulls Calvin up, then puts him right back down on the mat with a scoop slam. He heads for the top rope, flipping off the crowd as he climbs the turnbuckles, then turns so that he's facing his fallen foe. TJ springs off, somersaulting through the air, and lands hard...ON HIS ASS~! Somersault Legdrop misses, as Calvin Szechstein rolls out of the way at the last possible second! COLE High-risk did not pay off that time! COACH He might have broken his tailbone on that impact! TJ cringes in pain, as Calvin Szechstein pushes himself up off the mat. As soon as he does, however, Tyler Bridges comes in, grabbing him just as he stands up, and takes him over, dropping him right on his neck with a release German Suplex! Tyler has choice words for Szechstein, and the fans do not respond to the act in kind. The ref urges Tyler back to his corner, while both TJ and Calvin are laying hurt on the canvas. COACH We're gonna have to handcuff that boy to the ropes or something! COLE Leave your fantasies out of the commentary, Jonathan. TJ is the first one up, having shaken off the pain of his crash landing. He goes to pull Calvin up, but catches a low shot from the champion, who then quickly tucks TJ's head under his arm and rolls him up in a small package! The referee starts to make the count for Calvin's pin...AND GETS PULLED OUT OF THE RING BY TIFFANY JUST BEFORE THREE! COLE Oh COME ON! First the illegal man keeps making the save, and now the girls are getting involved? COACH I knew it. Only YOU would hate it when women get involved. Are you trying to tell us something. COLE Yes, actually. That you're a moron. The referee argues with Tiffany about it, and then winds up getting cussed out by Becky for his troubles. With this little scene going on at ringside, Tyler Bridges climbs back into the ring and pries Calvin Szechstein off of him, taking the champion and then stuffing him into the mat headfirst with a Cradle Piledriver! TJ Burns shakes the cobwebs loose, and Tyler signals to him. Both members of TNT pull the semi-conscious World Champion to his feet, and each grab an arm...it's BIG BANG~! Time, and the fans even seem to approve of this, as they are going wild! The fans cheers get louder as TNT lift up their opponent, but before they drop him... TJ BURNS IS SPEARED OUT OF HIS BOOTS BY ZACK MALIBU~! COLE Coach, look at this! Zack is back! COACH You made a rhyme and Zack made it in time! You thought the fans were cheering those TNT bastards? No, they were cheering Malibu, who rushed down the ramp. The referee sees this and orders Zack out, telling him to get on the apron. Malibu protests, but steps out onto the apron. A bandage wrapped around his forehead, Malibu pounds on the turnbuckles, working the crowd up and egging Calvin on for the tag, as Candie pounds the apron, also helping with the rally. COLE Coach, I don't know if he belongs out here. Zack took a hard shot from CWM, a shot that made me cringe. COACH Cole, it doesn't matter if we think he belongs out here. Zack Malibu has always prided himself on defending this company, whether he's at 100% or 10%. As long as there is breath in his body, you knew he wouldn't go down without a fight. We could have new Tag Team Champions tonight! Calvin, now seeing that Zack is in his corner, begins the crawl for the tag, while TJ is pulling himself up via the assistance of the ring ropes. Calvin starts getting closer, unbeknowst to TJ. He's nearly there when TJ sees it, and he charges, leaping into the air and coming down with a legdrop across the back of Calvin's head! TJ then takes a sucker shot, catching him flush in the jaw, and goads him into the ring. The referee stops Zack from getting to TJ, but it allows TJ to drag Calvin back further away from Zack! TJ tags in Tyler Bridges, and holds Calvin so that Tyler can get a free shot in upon entering. Tyler lifts Calvin up and drops him across his knee with a backbreaker, then starts going up to the top rope. Zack Malibu runs in as he's climbing, but TJ Burns runs in to stop him from interfering! The referee urges Zack back, and then orders TJ to his corner, but with the ref distracted, Zack pulls Calvin further back from where Tyler left him! Tyler Bridges comes off the top rope with a moonsault, and hits nothing but canvas, as Zack pulled Calvin to safety! COLE All right Zack! That's one way to use TNT's philosophy against them! Calvin is moving, but very slowly. Tyler is hollering in pain, having smashed his torso on the hard ringmat. He turns and starts crawling for Calvin, who is inching slowly but surely to his corner. Tyler grabs his foot at the last second however, but Calvin pushes himself up to a standing position on one foot, and leans out as far as he can go...AND MAKES THE TAG! Zack slingshots in, and DECKS Tyler with a right hand. TJ Burns runs in, and Zack ducks, so TJ catches a HIGH back bodydrop for his troubles! Tyler comes at Zack again, but he's met with an inverted atomic drop, and then a lariat by Zack that causes Tyler to do the Jannetty spin bump off of it! TJ is backed up against the ropes now, and Zack sees this, sending TJ over and to the floor via another lariat! The crowd goes wild, as Malibu is in pure "house of fire" form right now, even after being laid out earlier tonight. COLE I don't think TNT likes the fact that the odds have evened up, Coach! Malibu picks Tyler up off the mat, and sends him into the ropes, trying for a back bodydrop. Instead, Tyler grabs Zack and lifts him up, then runs across the ring for a Lyger Bomb...THAT ZACK MALIBU COUNTERS WITH A RANA! COACH YO~! Tyler, in shock, backs up into the corner, and Zack comes running, monkey flipping him out of it! Tyler lands on his feet after the move, however, and turns back to Zack...BUT CATCHES A MISSLE DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD FROM CALVIN...AND STAGGERS INTO A SCHOOL'S OUT BY ZACK MALIBU! COLE It's a kick sandwich! COACH Do you come up with that lame shit on your own? Zack goes for the pin, as the fans are on their feet! ONE! TWO!! THR...NO! TJ BURNS DELIVERS AN ELBOWDROP TO BREAK UP THE PINFALL! COLE TJ Burns saves the Tag Titles at the last possible instance! Calvin runs back in to even the odds, and starts peppering TJ with punches, backing him into the corner. Calvin steps up to the second rope and starts raining shots down on TJ, while Tyler has backed Zack into the opposite corner and is choking him down! Tyler takes Zack and goes to send him to the far side, and Calvin attempts to do the same to TJ. Both men whip their respective foes out of the corner at the same time...AND TJ BURNS WINDS UP TAKING A YAKUZA KICK FROM ZACK MALIBU~! COACH Again, YO~! I say! TJ rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope, and Zack ducks under a Calvin lariat that is meant for Tyler! Calvin picks Tyler up, and signals for the CODE RED CLASH~!, but when he lifts Tyler up, he sloppily falls forward. No, he didn't screw the move up...it was due to a STEEL CHAIR SHOT~! by Ragdoll~! COLE What!? What is he doing out here? Ragdoll, a cigarrette burning in his mouth, stands over Calvin with the chair. As soon as Zack realizes what he's done, he turns around, but gets CRACKED with a steel chair shot from the former X Champion! COACH That's the second time Zack has taken a shot to the head tonight! He can't handle blows like that! No one can! The fans boo loudly, and some start throwing stuff in the ring. The referee orders Ragdoll out of the ring, but he responds by levelling THE REFEREE with a steel chair shot, taking him out as well. Ragdoll throws the chair down and paces the ringside area, as his Rat Pack cohorts TNT have regrouped on the floor. Ragdoll continues to strut around the ring, a glazed, yet evil look in his eye... COLE Does he even know where he is? What's he's doing? COACH I don't know, Cole. He's not afraid of hurting himself, so what does he give a crap if he's hurting anyone else!? Candie tries reaching into the ring to pull Zack out of it, but Ragdoll spies her and she shrieks and backs away, visibly upset by all this. Ragdoll sees Calvin starting to push himself to his feet, and Rags lets out a yell, rushing forward and nailing the World Champion with a Devil Doll~! Calvin crumples back to the mat, and the jeers have become louder as they pertain to Ragdoll tonight. Ragdoll stands over Calvin Szechstein, and then looks over at the fallen body of Zack Malibu, before flicking his cigarrette out to the fans and exiting the ring. Even TNT do not know what to make of this. COLE This certainly isn't the best way to end a show, but we are out of time. What we thought was going to be a great Tag Team Title match has been thrown out thanks to that man right there. COACH You know Northstar isn't going to be happy about this. He had some stern words before, and I can only imagine what he's going to say about a marquee matchup being ruined by Ragdoll. COLE All the more reason to tune in next week. For Da Coach, I'm Michael Cole, and we will see you next time, here on HeldDOWN~! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chanel #99 Posted December 11, 2012 Author Report Share Posted December 11, 2012 PROPS: Papacita Adam Damaramu Northstar Sly Rags Superstar Zack Malibu Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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