King Cucaracha

Exactly. He's in the same role as Kane and RVD right now, they got pops from the crowd regardless of who they lose to and how many times they do so. When people complain about Benoit and RVD losing, they need to realise that in the longterm, RVD going over Thorn or Benoit going over MVP doesn't really do anyone any good. If Thorn goes over RVD or MVP goes over Benoit, there's at least the CHANCE they'll gain some popularity from it. Benoit and RVD might be knocked for a week or two, but it's soon forgotten and they still get strong reactions. Wrong or right, that's why it's done (that and the fact Benoit can get a good match out of virtually anybody and RVD is capable of it sometimes too) and has been done for years with guys at that level. That's the way things work.

Well, duh. The one that poses for Playboy and generates a small amount of publicity. That kind of arguement never fails to worry me.

The SUPERIOR Bulldog and oft-cited inspiration for many good wrestlers like Benoit. If someone like Pete Rose goes in, DK should. Pete Rose went in as a celebrity. It's considered a different 'wing' and to all intents and purposes isn't the actual WWE Hall Of Fame. It's totally different and people saying 'so and so should go in coz teh workrate~! and Vince's limo driver is in, so why not this guy' need to wake up to that. Ok fine, of the wrestlers, you're telling me Dynamite Kid is less worthy than the likes of Cowboy Bob Orton and Tony Atlas? Riiiight. See, if people want to argue wrestlers being in or out, if they could use that arguement it'd be great. I'm not arguing Dynamite neccessarily shouldn't be in. It's just, if I had a pound for every time someone used the 'Pete Rose' arguement or the 'Limo Driver' arguement, I'd be able to fly out and attend the Hall Of Fame Ceremony itself. Dynamite is an borderline one in my eyes. Besides that, is he even on good terms with Vince? Bulldog on the other hand would be a perfect candidate. He's legitimately a household name here in England, naturally, something which can't be said about Dynamite. If it's a Hall Of 'Fame', Bulldog surpasses Dynamite.

OAOAST World Tag Team Titles Chicks Over Dicks © vs. Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright EDIT: This'll be from Patty, btw. 16 Man Money In The Bank Battle Royal Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix Bohemoth Scotty Static Johnny Jax Cuban Wall Jamie O'Hara Colombian Heat Spanish Fly Christopher Patrick Allen Brock Ausstin Abdullah Abir Nerdly Dan Black Tony Brannigan Bloodshed Faqu -

I call opening promo, to announce the FTF stip.

The SUPERIOR Bulldog and oft-cited inspiration for many good wrestlers like Benoit. If someone like Pete Rose goes in, DK should. Pete Rose went in as a celebrity. It's considered a different 'wing' and to all intents and purposes isn't the actual WWE Hall Of Fame. It's totally different and people saying 'so and so should go in coz teh workrate~! and Vince's limo driver is in, so why not this guy' need to wake up to that.

*BbwWbAhmotherfuckerLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!* "RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The crowd in the Nippon Budokan, usually reserved and polite, come to their feet for "Liberate" by Disturbed. And for the first time on OAOAST programming since The Lethal Rumble, the OAOAST 24/7 Champion Bohemoth marches through the entrance way! Bohemoth lowers his orange-tinted sunglasses briefly to look out into the crowd, before marching coolly down the aisle. BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the OAOAST 24/7 Championship! Introducing first... from Greenville, South Carolina! He weighs in at two hundred and eighty four pounds... the reigning and defending OAOAST 24/7 CHAMPION... "THE METEROSEXUAL MONSTER"... BBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - HHHHHEEEEEEEEEMMMOOOOOOOOTTHHHHHH!!!!! "RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Bohemoth making his return to HeldDOWN~! after a lengthy tour over here in Japan, showing the world the ways of 24/7! And as you can tell, Bohemoth is VERY popular here in the Land Of The Rising Sun, not just the 24/7 Champion but of course a former HI-YAH World Heavyweight Champion. COACH To be fair, Bo's pretty popular everywhere. Bohemoth jogs up the ring steps and enters the ring, scaling the far turnbuckles and flexing his muscles for the awe-inspired Tokyo crowd. COLE So, Bohemoth basically being picked up from his tour on the overlap between the worlds of the OAOAST and HI-YAH. And he has survived the entire tour with his 24/7 Title reign intact, to the best of anyone's knowledge. COACH The best of anyone's knowledge? COLE Well, the belt's on the line 24/7, so Bohemoth could have lost the title at any number of karaoke bars, regained it and just neglected to mention it. Although, I don't want to suggest anything. As it stands, Bohemoth is the longest reigning 24/7 Champion since of course Tha Puerto Rican. COACH And he's got a long way to go to match PRL. COLE That's true, yes. As the music dies down and the lights stop their flickering, Bohemoth waits in the ring. And sudden flight of green and black streamers doesn't phase him in the slightest, because he's uber-cool and stuff. Bo stares across the ring at the opponent waiting nervously on him, an Arabian looking youngster with long red tights, some name or slogan written down his right leg in an Arab language. BUFFER And, in the ring his opponent and challenger... ABDULLAH ABIR NNEEEEEERRRRDDLLLLLYYYYYY!! COACH Wait, what!? COLE The adopted son of the Nerdly family, Abdullah Abir! I didn't know he was even in the wrestling business, although with the surname Nerdly I guess it's a given! COACH This is a rib, right? *DINGDINGDING!* As the bell sounds, Bo looks to be having the same thoughs as Coach is, looking confused at his opponent. After kneeling in the corner briefly, Abdullah Abir comes walking out of the corner with a sudden confidence and squares up to the six foot seven Meterosexual Monster, raising his arms in the air and chanting something in Arabic... ...BEFORE GETTING CLOTHESLINED OUT OF HIS BOOTS!!! COACH Yep, he's a Nerdly alright. Bohemoth quickly scoops Abdullah back up off the canvas, scooping and slamming the adopted Nerdly in the centre of the ring. Poor Abdullah starts to writh around on the mat, still chanting to himself in Arabic, although it's intertwined with some 'oohs' and 'owws' as his back spasms. COLE This may not take long. Again Abdullah is scooped off the canvas, Bohemoth whipping him coast to coast into one corner of the ring. From the opposite corner Bo then charges, CRUSHING Abdullah Abir in the corner with a big clothesline! Into the corner collapses AAN. Bohemoth drags him back out however, scooping him over his shoulder and directing him towards the centre of the ring. Quickly the crowd start cheering, anticipating Bo's display of explosive power, as he rushes out of the corner and just PLANTS Abdullah Abir with a Running Powerslam!! COLE Bohemoth making light work of Mama and Poppa Nerdly's adopted son here. COACH Adoption or no adoption, that Nerdly name is a curse, I'm telling you. You get stuck with that addendum and you're detined for a life of mediocrity, at best. Bohemoth pops back to his feet and looks around the Budokan. This isn't the toughest test he's faced in this building in the past month or two, that's for sure. It usually takes a while to get to this point. But, seeing no point in dragging things out, Bohemoth comes to a stop on one side of the ring. Thumbs Up. THUMBS DOWN~! COLE Oh dear. Unfortunately for Abdullah Abir, he found the inner strength to climb to his feet. Just in time to be scooped into the arms of The Epitome Of Masculinity. Bohemoth parades his hapless opponent around a little, before swinging him around... ...out... ...and DOWN~! COLE Erotic Awakening Of B!! 1... 2... 3!! "RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *DINGDINGDING!* BUFFER Your winner of the 'match'... and STILL OAOAST 24/7 Champion... BBOOOOOOOO - HHHEEEEEEEEMMOOOOOOTTHHHHH!!! Bo stands over Abdullah Abir Nerdly and almost looks embarassed to be celebrating this win, accepting the 24/ Title from the referee and raising it over his head. COLE I think the word is 'comprehensive'. COACH That's one word for it. COLE Well, Bohemoth reminding us all what he's got in his locker. And the 24/7 Champion I'm sure will have his eye on AngleMania VI now that he's joining us back in America. Climbing the turnbuckles, Bo raises the 24/7 Title to his adoring Japanese fans, as we go to something that's hopefully a lot better!

COLE Welcome back to HeldDOWN~! and during the commercial break I've been joined here at Sofa Central by Leon Rodez, ready for our HI-YAH Tag Team Title Match. And first of all Leon, it's great to see you back on HeldDOWN~! LEON It's great to [i]be[/i] back. COLE And you can help impart your insight on this next match, as your sister's HI-YAH Tag Team Champions D*LUX defend against Landon Maddix and Todd Cortez, two men you're very familiar with. Now, up until this past Monday at Syndicated, it seemed like this match would take place at AngleMania. That was until Todd Cortez was challenged by you Leon, a challenge he accepted on the spot which apparantly caused plenty of friction between the former SWF World Tag Team Champions. Or, more friction than usual, at least. Rumours of a big falling out backstage in Cleveland have been doing the rounds. But, by Tuesday, it seemed the arguement had been settled as HI-YAH officials understandably wanted to capitalise on the champions, D*LUX, being in the country and asked specifically for them to defend the titles here tonight. Maddix and Cortez had already stated their intent to challenge for the titles, so Landon gets the match he wanted in the first place. LEON See, that's the point that bares repeating. The match [i]Landon[/i] wanted. All the time I've been dealing with them, Cortez and Maddix have never seemed like they're completely on the same page. COLE That's true. Their SWF fallout has been well documented and it seems like this arrangement is more about strength in numbers and survival, especially considering the actions of those two in the past half a year, rather than either man wanting to team with each other. LEON At least on Cortez's end. Landon seems like he's deluded enough to believe that they're best buddies again. COLE But, that said, they could be Tag Team Champions by the end of tonight. And with that, let's send it over to Funyon. Up into the ring we go, Buffer looking out into the Japanese crowd and if anyone here even understands him. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, co-sanctioned by HI-YAH Promotions and the OAOAST, is scheduled for one fall, to be contested under HI-YAH Rules. 20 counts will be oberserved at ringside and throwing an opponent over the top rope will be deemed an automatic disqualification. In the event of the champions being disqualified, the titles will change hands! "REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!" Thankfully the fans in Japan don't need the rules explaining to them so don't mind that it's in incomprehensible English. However, they're not quite so 'up' on "Personal Jesus" by Marilyn Manson and what this means it seems, as the usual hostile reception doesn't quite materalise. Granted there are some boos. But the respectful Japanese crowd don't spit hot venom like the American crowds would, as Landon Maddix leads the way out. Landon stops and raises his arms out to the side, as Cortez and Megan stand in the background, avoiding eye contact with each other. BUFFER introducing first, the challengers! First, from Hollywood Boulevard... weighing in at two hundred and twenty six pounds... "THE URBAN LEGEND" TTOOOOOOOOODD CCOOOOOOORRRRTTEEEEEZZZZZZ!! His partner, being accompanied by MEGAN SKYE! Hailing from Huron, South Dakota by way of Madrid, Spain... he weighs two hundred, eight pounds... LLLAAAAAAANNDDOOOOOOOONN "LA CUCARACHA" MMMMAAAAAAAADDIIIIIIXXXXXX!!! The duo formerly known as Martial Law walk to the ring, Landon arrogantly playing to camera while Cortez stays in the background. Suddenly, Cortez brushes past Landon and enters the ring, marching right the way across to the side of the announce table and pointing an accusing finger at Leon Rodez! Luckily, security has been prepped for this and wait, just incase, although Cortez doesn't leave the ring. Yet. COLE Todd Cortez didn't take long to be distracted tonight. LEON Well, he needs to keep his head in the match instead of out here with me. As it's been made so abundently clear, until I get doctor's clearance we're not going to be getting our hands on each other. Maddix ignores his partner as he enters the ring in full HBK-mode, spinning into the centre of the ring with his arms stretched wide. It's left to Megan and Japanese HI-YAH referee Takeshi Matsuda to convince Todd to move away from the ropes. "JUST ONE ON ONE THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT! JUST ONE ON ONE THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT BABY! JUST ONE ON ONE, THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT!" "RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The Budokan crowd suddenly go WILD as the HI-YAH Tag Team Champions make their way through the entrance. "Tremendous" Tyler and "Showtime" Shayne get a superstar reception, matched by their superstar poses either side of Jade Rodez. The duo soak up the reaction for a few seconds before Jade eventually points her team down the aisle, prompting them to go hand slapping crazy! BUFFER And introducing the opponents! Accompanied by JADE RODEZ... at a total combined weight of three hundred, eight eight pounds. The current, reigning and defending, three-time HI-YAH WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... "TREMENDOUS" TYLER, "SHOWTIME" SHAYNE... they are D*LLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!! "RRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE D*LUX, so beloved here in Japan! And what a tremendous reaction! LEON I've never seen so many young Asian women screaming at one time... unfortunately. In the ring, Landon is clearly jealous of the reaction D*LUX are getting in their second home. The Champions finally make their way into the ring as Jade forgets all about any posing and managing, preferring instead to walk around and greet Leon at the commentary table. "DEE - LUX!" "DEE - LUX!" "DEE - LUX!" "DEE - LUX!" The chant from the Tokyo crowd goes up, Tyler and Shayne waving to their adoring Japanese fans. Landon has had enough of this though and gets D*LUX's attention, telling them to "watch this!" as he climbs to the middle rope and poses... MADDIX MADDIX-SAN~! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" ...and the Japanese fans have enough knowledge of American wrestling culture to know what to do next. MADDIX Damnit! LEON Landon Maddix competed just last night for the SWF in British Columbia, Canada. He leapt on a plane and flew all the way here tonight, to be promptly booed out of the building. And that just warms my heart. Frustrated, Landon 'elects' to start for the challengers by pointing Todd out to the apron. Meanwhile D*LUX give themselves a quick pep-talk before Tyler Bryant fires himself up, ready to start for his team. *DINGDINGDING!* COLE Well here we go, HI-YAH Tag Team Titles on the line live here from Tokyo, Japan. And Leon, just quickly, you and Landon had the match of the year last year at AngleSlam. What's the secret to wrestling 'La Cucaracha'? LEON Don't smash your knee off the ringpost. COLE ...okay, that's... very valid. Tyler and Landon circle but just before they can lock-up, Landon puts his hands up to stop Tyler. *STOMP!* *STOMP!* *STOMP!* *STOMP!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" And his attempts to get the Japanese crowd clapping fail miserably. Landon curses to himself as they circle again, this time coming together in a lock-up. Grabbing a side headlock, Maddix sinks to one knee and grinds in the hold with a satisfied smile. Tyler quickly goes to the ribs with an elbow though. And again. And a third, before shooting Landon off into the ropes. Shoulder block in the centre of the ring and Tyler goes down thanks to Landon's momentum, The Next Generation thrusting his hands to the side with yet another fruitless pose. LEON If it were possible to marry yourself, Landon would do it. And then cheat on himself with his own reflection. Eventually Landon breaks his pose and hits the ropes again, this time under his own power. Flipping onto his front Tyler forces Maddix up and over on the rebound though, making it to his feet just in time to catch Landon coming back again with a big Hiptoss! Right back up scrambles Landon, Tyler waiting on him with a Dropkick! And a second Dropkick, sending Landon rolling into a neutral corner signalling for a timeout to break the boybander's momentum! Not going to work though, the atmosphere in the arena getting Tyler's adrenaline pumping early on. Tyler follows Landon into the corner, fists clenched and ready to strike... ...until he gets THUMBED IN THE EYE!! COLE And that's patented Landon Maddix right there. LEON Yeah, he's got those sneaky cheapshots down to an art. Blinded, Tyler staggers out of the corner, Landon brushing past him and hitting the ropes. Through the legs he goes with a baseball slide as Tyler looks ready to strike, coming up behind Tyler and shoving him in the back to set him off into the ropes. It's like watching a tennis game at the moment, as Tyler ducks a forearm and hits the far ropes, Landon quickly turning around and ducking his head... TOO EARLY! Tyler puts on the brakes and pulls Landon down with a small package... 1... 2... KICKOUT!! Scrambling to his feet, Landon has clearly had enough and dives over to tag in Todd Cortez! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Maddix rolls out of the ring and into the arms of Megan, who comforts her man and insists he had Tyler right where he wanted him. Watching this with destain, Cortez shakes his head as he enters the ring. COLE Not a lot of 'Fighting Spirit' from Landon. LEON True, although you can't really blame him for ducking out when that's what's waiting on him. Business typically looks to pick up with Cortez in now, raising a hand for a greco-roman knucklock. Tyler is lured in and he falls into the trap set by The Urban Legend, taking a boot to the gut for his naivety. Cortez then rocks Tyler with a big European Uppercut. And a second. With Tyler staggered, Cortez then affords himself a little run-up on the third, this one knocking Tyler right off his feet! "TY - LAAHH!" "TY - LAAHH!" "TY - LAAHH!" "TY - LAAHH!" The crowd don't need much more encouragement than that to get behind the handsome young Westerner. Scoop and a slam by Cortez plants him in the centre of the ring, coming off the ropes with a big Legdrop to follow it up! With his eyes locked on "Showtime" Shayne, he then makes the pin... 1... 2... No! Pulling Tyler up, Cortez shows off his extensive martial arts background with a straight kick to the chest, the force of which sends Tyler stumbling backwards, the turnbuckles in his path the only thing stopping him. Cortez follows into the corner with an elbow strike before wringing out the arm, whipping Tyler across the ring into the opposite corner. Full head of steam, Cortez charges... ...and EATS a raised knee to the jaWii "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Tyler pushes himself up to the middle rope, waiting on Cortez to turn around. And when he does, Tyler soars with a Front Missile Dropkick! Despite a jarring landing in his own right, Tyler is able to get right back up and tag out to Shayne Brave, who quickly jogs down the apron until he's positioned right down the middle. Gripping onto the top rope he then waits patiently for Cortez to clamber back up, before Springboarding to the top... ...duck by Todd... ...but Shayne spots it early enough, floats over top and pulls him down with a Sunset Flip... 1... 2... No! Both men roll through, Shayne a step ahead with a quick boot to the gut. Shayne then backs into the ropes and hooks the head, pulling Cortez around with a Swinging DDT... ...but although the swinging part comes off without a hitch, the DDT isn't so successful. Cortez powers the one hundred, eighty two pounder up and throws him off the facelock. And as soon as Shayne lands, Cortez MOWS him down with a big Clothesline!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" LEON LARIATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! Looking to get back into the mix now that his immediate opposition is prone, Landon holds his arm out looking for a tag. Pratically insisting on a tag. Clearly Cortez is a little unenthused. But he gives the tag anyway, Maddix rushing into the ring and going right onto the attack with a flurry of kicks and stomps. Not that he needs to, Landon then runs Tyler off of the apron, drawing him into the ring and using the distraction of referee Matsuda to put a blatant choke on "Showtime"! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE Landon taking every shortcut he can, just as we'd expect from him. LEON Even if this revered arena, the Nippon Budokan, he doesn't feel compelled fight within the rules. As Tyler is forced back into his corner, Landon releases the choke on Shayne and goes back to the crowd, grinning from ear to ear as he fluffs his hair. The crowd show exactly what they feel about Landon, or as much what he's doing to D*LUX, but he shrugs it off arrogantly. Shayne has reached his feet by now. But Landon beats him to the punch, landing a hard straight kick to the chest! The thud of kickpad on flesh echoes around the hallowed arena, Shayne groaning as the air rushes out of his lungs. Landon fires off a second straight kick, right to the same reddened area of the chest. Somehow Shayne remains on his feet though. So, Landon quickly snapmares Showtime to the canvas, sitting him up... *SMACK!* ...and delivers a HARD Dragon Kick to the spine!! LEON Man! Shayne's gonna be peeing blood in the morning, guaranteed. Shayne kicks his feet in pain as Landon makes the tag, bringing Cortez back into the match. Assuming captaincy of the team Landon then pulls Shayne to his feet and whips him into the ropes, calling the shots on a double back elbow to the chest! Landon wastes no time in posing, but Cortez does the smarter thing in following up with a cover... 1... 2... No! Out of the ring shuffles Landon, while Cortez takes over on Shayne. A couple of forearms soften Shayne up before he's pulled the rest of the way to his feet, Cortez positioning himself behind the boybander and latching his arms around the waist for a Backdrop Suplex... ...and despite an attempt by Shayne to sandbag the throw, Cortez gets him over, dumping Showtime high and tight on his shoulders with the Suplex!! COLE Wow, tremendous throw by Cortez! LEON No kidding! These people haven't seen anybody land like that since Takeshi's Castle was on the air! As Shayne goes skidding across the ring, Cortez reaches out and grabs his trailing arm, dragging him back by the wrist and making the cover... 1... 2... NO! Cortez doesn't waste time crying about it, pulling Shayne straight back to his feet. Another European Uppercut connects and the smallest man in the match goes tumbling through the ring ropes and to the floor, Cortez's attempts to follow him drawing the referee over. COLE Remember, there's a twenty count on the floor in HI-YAH Title matches, as opposed to the regular ten count observed in America. Not that that'll provide Shayne with any respite however. As Cortez and the referee argue, ever the opportunist Landon capitalises. He jumps from the apron to the floor and drags Shayne back to his feet, checking the referee is still distracted (which he is as Tyler tries to point out what's happening) before irish whipping Showtime across ringside... *CLANK!* "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...and into the notoriously flimsy Japanese guardrails!! COLE Tyler, doing his partner no favours trying to get involved here. Caught up in the heat of the moment maybe. LEON Yeah, I've been there. You've got to keep a cool head in these kind of situations, something I'm pretty good at but most people aren't. With guys like Cortez and Maddix it's tough though. Landon makes sure he hasn't been spotted, quickly throwing Shayne back into the ring and innocently adjusting his kneepads to explain why he's no longer on the apron. Referee Matsuda buys it, somehow. Meanwhile, Cortez collects Shayne and rolls him onto his back, attempting the cover... 1... 2... NO! Reaching up Todd brings Landon back in, The Next Generation brushing Shayne with a kick but apparantly more concerned with badmouthing "Tremendous" Tyler. Of course Tyler takes exception to that. And as Landon pushes the referee between him and the boybander, Megan hurriedly collects her towel from underneath the challengers' bottom turnbuckle and reaches into the ring, wrapping it around the throat of Shayne Brave!! COLE Oh come on! This is ridiculous! LEON Where the hell's Jade? Right on cue, we cut to Jade, who's found an inappropriate time to answer a text message and isn't watching the action. LEON I knew I shouldn't have bought her that Blackberry. Megan breaks the choke just in time and innocently hides the towel. She also ignores the accusing look from Todd Cortez, who probably doesn't feel this cheating is needed, although he also doesn't see fit to actually stop it. Meanwhile, Landon has finished distracting the referee and walks back over, dragging Shayne away from the ropes. Once there he suddenly drops the ankles and breaks for the ropes, leaping up and coming down across Showtime's stomach with the double stomp... ...and dropping straight out with the follow-up back senton! And a hook of the leg for the cover, Landon counting along... 1... 2... Kickout! Landon sits up, brushing the hair out of his eyes and signalling to the referee in the most multi-cultural way possible to pick up the count. COLE Shayne Brave really needs a tag here. LEON Well say what you want about Cortez and Maddix. They're former SWF Tag Team Champions, so they know how to work as a team. And to use the referee to their advantage, as a team. They've done that tonight. Pulling Shayne back up, Landon rocks him with a forearm. And another. Shayne then gets loaded into the ropes, sent coast to coast and on the way back Landon lands a picture-perfect Dropsault, landing on his feet! Shayne is not so lucky of course. MADDIX LA CUCARACHA... ICHIBAAAN!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" COLE No surprise, the fans don't agree. LEON Or they just didn't understand him. I mean, 'Ichiban' sure, but the rest was Spanish. COLE True. With the time Landon took to announce that, Shayne Brave has managed to turn in the direction of his corner and begin crawling towards the outstretched hand of Tyler Bryant. It doesn't take Landon much to cut him off at the pass though, dropping an elbow to the back of the head. Maddix then climbs back up and grabs Shayne's wrist, tormentingly holding his limp hand j u s t out of reach from his partner! Stretching the tag rope to it's fullest Tyler reaches over the top, so agonisingly close... ...but so far, Landon dragging Shayne away and popping Tyler in the jaw with a forearm just to add injury to insult! LEON Gee, what an asshole... can I asshole? COLE Yes, on this network you can. "DEE - LUX!" "DEE - LUX!" "DEE - LUX!" "DEE - LUX!" The fans start to get behind the Champions now. And as Landon finishes badmouthing the fallen Tyler, he turns around and Shayne is waiting with a punch to the gut! Another! Another! And another! Reaching up, Shayne then cups the head and JARS Landon with a Jawbreaker, leaving him a free route to the tag... ...for JUST a second just short, Cortez able to rush in and drag Shayne away by the ankle! Cortez then drops an elbow to make sure Shayne doesn't make another attempt to tag out, before he's shuffled away by the referee. COLE That was a close call right there. If D*LUX can get the tag, the roof might just blow off the Budokan. LEON Is that structurally possible? Stil nursing his jaw from the Jawbreaker, Landon wastes little time once Cortez's feet hit the ring apron in tagging him back in. And The Urban Legend picks up right where he left off, dropping another elbow on Shayne. And another, before flipping Showtime over onto his back. With a little hop onto the other side of Shayne's prone body, Cortez then tucks and lands a BIG Standing Moonsault, 226 pounds crushing Shayne Brave and possibly ending his title reign as Todd hooks the leg tight... 1... 2... SAVE BY TYLER!! LEON Alright, there we go Tyler! On his way back out, Tyler argues with the referee, while Cortez continues unabaited. With a double leg pick-up, Cortez walks Shayne a few steps, then drops him with the Crotch-Droppah! He then picks Shayne up again, dropping him right back down in the same fashion for the second time in quick succession! The two shots to the tailbone leave Shayne struggling to even stand, Cortez simply throwing him overhead with a nonchalant backbody drop. As Shayne crashes to the canvas, already Cortez is waiting on the apron, prepped and ready to springboard. Before Shayne can get up, the forward-thinking Megan Skye quickly rushes her man Landon into and across the ring, bumping Tyler off of the apron before he can get involved. Landon then follows Tyler out and tackles him on the arena floor, keeping him at bay, as back in the ring Cortez springboards to the top... *thud!* ...AND LANDS A SPRINGBOARD LARIAT ON BRAVE!! COLE WOW! What a shot, Shayne nearly got his head taken off! LEON Man, what is it about me doing commentary? First Wright, now this. COLE And here's the cover, no-one to make the save... 1... Tyler breaks away and tries to roll in... 2... ...but Landon grabs him by the leg, leaving him stuck half in and half out, left to watch helplessly... 3- NOOOOOO!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" A respectful round of applause goes up from the Japanese crowd as Cortez slams his fists into the canvas in frustration. Tyler is able to fight Landon off him now and the two begin brawling on the floor, while Cortez drags Shayne Brave to his feet once more. COLE Shayne is barely able to stand here and as Landon continues to keep Tyler pre-occupied on the floor, this is a bad situation for D*LUX! Once to his feet, Cortez clasps his hand around Shayne's throat and prepares to lift him by the seat of his red denim pants. Shayne suddenly sinks down on the arm though, attempting to break Todd's goozling grip. Cortez does break the grip, but it's to pound Shayne into submission with a collection of forearms, before spinning on the spot and DRIVING his heel into Shayne's gut with a rolling sole BUTT! The force takes Shayne ever so briefly off his feet and doubles him over, Cortez turning once more and this time making for the ropes. Cortez builds up a head of steam, charging back at Shayne with the HOLLOW PPOOOOOOOOOOIII..... ...NO! Shayne suddenly springs to life and cuts Cortez off with a Leg Lariat, to the shock of Megan Skye on the floor!! "RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE Desperation move from "Showtime" Shayne! And what a crucial one it could be! With Cotez knocked loopy, Megan tries to alert Landon. He's busy brawling with Tyler though and by the time Landon notices, Tyler is able to grab him, holding him against the apron and preventing him from getting into the ring. And this time, it's Landon left helpless as Shayne crawls over, dropping on top of Cortez... 1... 2... NO!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Referee Matsuda's hand hovers inches off the canvas, showing just how close D*LUX came to retaining. COLE This match has broken down now and Shayne Brave can't tag even if he wanted to, with his partner battling on the floor. LEON I think we're past tags mattering now. Funny how that tends to happen in tag matches. COLE Goodbye fourth wall. Using the ropes to pull himself up, it's clear Shayne is still suffering. Cortez is actually to his feet just before Shayne. He's still a little dazed from the Leg Lariat though and he can't really capitalise as Shayne lounges into the ropes, a sudden burst of energy surging him forward... ...FLAPJACK!! COLE There's another tide turner though! Out on the floor, Landon has shrugged Tyler off, at least long enough to slide back into the ring. And as Shayne climbs painfully back up The Next Generation hooks him under head and arm, bringing him down with the Complete Shot!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Cover by Landon... 1... 2... TYLER MAKES THE SAVE!! Cortez tries to catch Tyler unawares. The Tremendous One ducks his clothesline though and quickly springs up with a Dropkick, momentum sending The Urban Legend all the way out of the ring and to the floor! That leaves Landon alone two on one with the HI-YAH Tag Team Champions, getting the jump on Tyler... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...with a knifedge chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and another! MADDIX KOBASHIIIIIIIIII... ...NO! Maddix's slightly inappropriate ripping off of Kenta Kobashi doesn't happen, as Tyler ducks the first of what would be dozens of quick chops, Landon stumbling forwards haplessly. He manages to stop himself on the ropes, cussing away to himself as he turns back around... *SMACK!* "RRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" ...and gets his head KNOCKED OFF HIS SHOULDERS WITH A YAKUZA KICK!! LEON Oh, MY! COLE :O Glassy eyed, Landon looks to be completely KOed as he's rolled onto his back, Tyler cradling him up with a pin... 1... 2... NOO!! COLE No, he kicked out! Credit where it's due, I thought Landon was out there. Tyler climbs back to his feet and draws on the support of the Budokan crowd, as he lifts Landon up onto his shoulders with a fireman's carry. He then waits, as Shayne slowly climbs back to his feet, hoping to complete the Rock Your Body. Before they can do though, Landon elbows his way out and escapes down the back. Tyler throws a back elbow to try and pre-empt whatever Landon was planning. It's ducked though, La Cucaracha grabbing hold of Tyler's wrist and whipping him to the ropes... ...but he doesn't make them, stopping short with a baseball slide into Cortez on the floor... COLE WATCH OUT!! ...SENDING CORTEZ SPRAWLING ACROSS THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!! Security waste no time in getting involved, making sure Cortez and Rodez don't end up getting physically involved. In the ensuing panic Leon loses his headset and gets pulled away from the announce table for his own safety, the situation seemingly a little bit of something over nothing... at least until Cortez realises where he is and sees the smirk on Leon's face, sending him into a rage and causing him to pounce towards The Silky Smooth One! The security guards grab Cortez as soon as he makes a move, forgetting perhaps he's supposed to be participating in a match right now, as the fans nearby swarm away out of striking range. COLE It's breaking down out here! I had a feeling Leon being out here was a bad idea! Back in the ring, Landon has laid out Tyler with a clothesline and has turned his attention to Shayne Brave. Picking him up into a fireman's carry, Landon prepares to execute the GO 2 SLEEP... ...but the chaos at ringside understandably distracts him, Landon dropping Shayne and yelling at the security to let Cortez go! Cortez has completely forgotten about the match now though and Landon has to avoid making that same mistake, Megan screaming at him to turn around. Which he does, seeing D*LUX converging over and looking for a Double Clothesline to take them both out. But, they both duck, taking an arm and a leg a-piece and dropping Landon with a Double Gutbuster!! COLE The Cowell Movement! Landon is all alone and in trouble! Leon and Cortez continue to be seperated (read: manhandled) by the security guards, while D*LUX call for the end! "RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" Exiting to the apron, Shayne slowly begins to crawl up the turnbuckles towards the top rope. Tyler meanwhile stomps Landon in the back of the head before reaching back, hooking Landon's feet under his armpits and grabbing the wrist. In the pendulum, Maddix is elevated a couple of inches off the canvas. And as Tyler positions himself beside the turnbuckles, Shayne stands up top, taking an extra second to steady himself... BEFORE HITTING THE LEGDROP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!! "RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE AS SEEN ON 60 MINUTES!! Shayne stays down, while Tyler makes the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!! "RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" *DINGDINGDING!* The fans in the Nippon Budokan explode as the three comes down, Tyler and Shayne clearly relieved in their celebrations. Megan is apaplectic on the outside, Jade a little distracted with what's happening to her brother, as Tyler and Shayne embrace and congratulate each other on making it through this title defence. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners... and STILL HI-YAH World Tag Team Champions... D*LLLUUUUUUUXXXXXXXX!!!! "RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" As the celebrations start, the focus remains split with Cortez and Rodez though. Cortez is dragged away down the aisle by the security, Leon frustrated with the heavy-handed reaction by the security guards swarmed around him and shrugging them off, trying in vain to tell the apparantly non-English speaking guards he's not trying to attack anyone. They continue to keep him held back though, just incase. COLE Man, what a crazy outcome to this match! Leon Rodez and Todd Cortez having to be pulled apart out here at ringside, although ironically I don't think they were actually going after each other until security stepped in. Obviously, security told to take no chances here tonight. Leon finally gets away from the security at Jade Rodez's bequest, whom the Japanese are obviously more familiar with and trusting of. A little frustrated at the attention and nursing his neck a little, Leon rolls into the ring and glares up at Cortez being dragged away, congratulating D*LUX with handshakes. COLE Whatever the situation, D*LUX were able to pull out the victory in the meantime and they are still the HI-YAH Tag Team Champions. What a wild ride on the Road To AngleMania!

We are back in AngleSault's office, Sault racking up the Fantasy Points on OAOAST.com this week! Or, not. Anyway he's back to his miscellanous paperwork as the door to his office opens, with a courteous knock of course, by LEON RODEZ (who still warrants his name in capitals every time he appears)! LEON You wanted to see me Mr... uhm... Mister... Sault? ANGLESAULT 'Anglesault' will be fine. LEON Sure thing. ANGLESAULT Sit down, please. (waits for Leon to sit) Unfortunately, I've got some bad news for you. Over the past couple of days we got in contact with your registered doctor and he's told us, in no uncertain terms, you're not fit to compete. And it's very unlikely you'll be fit to compete by the time AngleMania rolls around. So, although you made the challenge and Cortez accepted... the OAOAST can't sanction the match in good conscience. Leon rolls his eyes. He knows better than AngleSault what his doctor's prognosis was and deep down he expected this kind of a hiccup. ANGLESAULT I hate to do this to you Leon. Not least because of the interest your return would have brought about for the show. But, you're a valuable asset to the company. One of the most popular talents on the roster. And you've already been out four months, we can't risk you suffering another injury and missing more ring-time, if not worse. After all, secondary injuries often have worse consquences than the primary injuries. LEON I appreciate the concern. ANGLESAULT (stands to see Leon out) Well, I'm glad you understand. In the meantime, we'll continue to bring you in whenever we can for commentary and whatever... LEON No, no. I appreciate the concern... but, I don't [i]need[/i] it. What I need is to get back in a ring, competing. ANGLESAULT I understand that, but we can't put you in a ring until you recieve doctor's clearance. The laywers would go nuts if we did and usually that sort of thing wouldn't concern me, but in a way I'd be on their side. LEON Then I'll get doctor's clearance. ANGLESAULT You [i]might[/i]. Agreeing, Leon hangs his head a little. ANGLESAULT Leon, this match with Cortez is going to be a big deal. But if you don't have doctor's clearance, you can't compete. I can't knowingly announce a match like this for AngleMania, knowing in the back of mind there's a good chance it'll have to be cancelled at a later date. So unless I've got a 100% guarantee that you're going to be able to compete, I'm not going to book the match. The moment you get doctor's clearance then I'll get right onto the contracts, but until then, I'm afraid there's no way I can. Standing up, Leon realises he's fighting a losing battle. But not one to give up, he stops short of leaving and turns back to 'Sault, who's just about to return to that paperwork again. LEON Look, you should know better than anyone how I feel. You broke your neck... or, was that [i]Kurt[/i] Angle... look, anyway, you should know how I feel. You used to be a competitor. You know what it's like to have that competitive drive in your blood and I'm sure you also know what it's like to have that blood flow stemmed with an injury. ANGLESAULT Yeah. I do. LEON Then you know how BADLY I need to get back into a ring. I'm slowly going nuts, sitting at home, watching the show every Thursday and wishing I was here. Neck injuries are serious business. But if I didn't feel like I was ready, I wouldn't have called your front office asking to be at Syndicated. AngleMania is still a month away. That's a month's more rest and rehab and by then, chances are I'll be good to go, so long as I've got something to work to. Rehabbing with no end date in sight is a long and frustrating process and to be honest, most of the time it's felt like a huge waste of my time. It's like an endless cycle and it's driving me crazy. I need a light at the end of the tunnel. And Todd Cortez at AngleMania is that light. ANGLESAULT Leon, I don't know what to tell you... LEON What if I can guarantee you I'll have doctor's clearance by AngleMania? ANGLESAULT Then no problem. But, you can't guarantee that. LEON What if I give you my word? AngleSault seems to be waning a little, but the head of the company tries to stay responsible and just shakes his head sadly. LEON Okay... then what if I can give you something that's as good as a guarantee. Something to show you how serious I am about getting cleared in time. ANGLESAULT Like what? Leon mulls it over in his head for a second, before his eyes light up a little. LEON Like my devotion to the company. You get on the phone to whoever you have to, clear it with the lawyers, clear it with the front office. Get me whatever papers I need to sign, any waivers you want to keep the company out of responsibility. Book the match for AngleMania. And if, IF I don't get doctor's clearance by April 1st then I'll personally go out into that ring and explain it to the people... and, to make up for the embarrassment to the company... I'll work the next twelve months for free. ANGLESAULT What do you mean... LEON You can give my paycheck to charity, put it into the catering budget, use it to give yourself a payrise. I don't care. If I can't deliver Leon Rodez versus Todd Cortez at AngleMania VI, I'll work completely free of pay for the next year. ANGLESAULT You can't possibly be serious. LEON I'm not serious often, but believe me I've never been more serious in my life. You can have it in writing if need be, so long as you make the match. Torn, the boss looks at a loss for what to do for a moment. Leon has leant on the desk in the middle of his rant and isn't budging, in the vain hope this vaguely threatening position might influence AngleSault's decision. ANGLESAULT I'll see what I can do. And whether it did or not, Leon gets an answer he can live with and breathes a sigh of relief, enthusiastically shaking Sault's hand. LEON Thank you. You won't regret it, I promise. ANGLESAULT I hope not. [b]*Cut to Sofa Central*[/b] COLE Well, I'm not sure if that's a confirmation yet or not. But, it seems Leon Rodez versus Todd Cortez is still potential on the cards for AngleMania VI! COACH Leon must really want to compete bad if he's willing to work for free. COLE For an entire year no less. Just think Coach, if we don't see Leon in action at AngleMania, there'll finally be someone in the company who's earning less than you! COACH True dat.

By the magic of television, we're transported to AngleSault's office. Decked out with regalia from his career, not to mention his namesake idol's, AngleSault is busy going over some papers, before noticing that the camera is on him. Suddenly he perks up and goes into P.R mode as he sets the papers aside. ANGLESAULT As I'm sure you all know, in thirty one days, the biggest event in OAOAST history AngleMania VI will eminate from Skydome in Toronto, Ontario Canada. Everyone is already buzzing about this monumental show. And never in this company's history has the demand for a place on a card been so high. Everyone wants the privilege of competing in front of over 67,000 people in one of the most impressive stadia in the world. Obviously, spots on the card are at a premium. So, to give as many of our great athletes as possible a chance to compete on the biggest show in our history, I am officially announcing that there will be a special 20 Man Over The Top Rope Battle Royal on April 1st. Anglesault pauses for dramatic effect. ANGLESAULT However, this being AngleMania, I feel the need to up the stakes. To give something to the competitors to compete for. So, for the first time ever, at AngleMania VI we will witness as 20 Man Over The Top Rope MONEY IN THE BANK Battle Royal!! "RRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" ANGLESAULT The last man standing after all 19 other have been eliminated will recieve a guaranteed shot at the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship, to be cashed in whenever he so chooses within the following twelve months. Participants will be announced in the coming weeks. In the meantime, we now return to the ring and more HeldDOWN~! action. Thank you.

Wow, can't believe this one hasn't been mentioned. RVD made Jerry Lynn.

Obviously, time difference has to be taken into account on getting back to people quickly. But, yes, all agreed.

KC leaving feedback!? Yeah, I know, a real rarity. Seeing as I kinda screwed up the date of the show going up I guess I owe it though. Short thoughts really. I though PRL vs. Black was IMO one of EWC's best matches, at least from recent memory. Really enjoyed it. From the sublime to the ridiculous, BOLA was absolutely mind-bendingly insane. I've no idea what actually happened. But it looked fun and that's what really matters, right? I liked the fact a few weeks ago that Ashley Street had been AWOL for over a year, but Lindsay Gonzalez still knew exactly what locker room to find her in, coincidently in the same arena as the show was being held that week. Uhm, good to see the women's division being used again for something. Zack versus Sly was a really strong match and like EWC, I'm curious to see where it goes from here. And then unless I missed anything it was my stuff. I thought the show was about the right length for a Syndicated, although I'd liked to have seen Bruce's stuff. Again I'm just repeating stuff from above now, but hopefully he'll be back soon.

*raises hand* Not full matches. I think I did that once over at OATTOAST with a match suspiciously similar to Bret/Perfect, KOTR 93. Can't remember ever doing it here though. At least not consciously. Taking spots from matches isn't any different from using a move in your moveset because you think it's k3wl, really.

So, because a girl doesn't want to sleep with you when you feel she should, she's a prude? In the WACKY world of wrestling, yes. Over and over again, yes.

Steve Austin vs. Bret Hart, 3/23/97, WrestleMania 13, "I Quit" match Shawn Michaels vs. Razor Ramon, 3/20/94, WrestleMania X, Ladder Match for IC Title

Franky needs to cut a promo for the DVD at the very least.

Nobody's made a Finlay/Punk reference? For shame. Finlay/Taker next week should be a fun match.

Yeah. That show in the Jedi Temple, I was booked against Taamo and lost. Must have been at least three matches after that with spots taken from the losing match, only because it took me that long for me to actually win. I wonder why? I've never used an entire match as far as I can recall. Spots/excerts from matches though? Yeah, that I'll do from time to time. The trick is, making sure you change ALL the recipient's names.

Okay, let's try and get back on track this week (and seeing as it's my fault we're off track, I can say that). We'll be in the Budokan Hall in Tokyo, Japan, for reference. And we'll be just 31 days from AngleMania VI. HI-YAH Tag Team Championships D*LUX © vs. Landon Maddix and Todd Cortez Guest Commentator: Leon Rodez And an announcement regarding AngleMania VI. Plus, if I've got time, Bohemoth defending the 24/7 Title.

That's a little different. Working for McDonalds is a regular job. Working as a wrestler usually involves it being a 'calling' or a way of life to some extent, it's not something you see in the job centre and think 'oh, that'd be a decent earner'.

Like by shaving her head?

I'm not saying these Punk stories are false, but it just screams 'slow news day' when it appears at least every week. Punk has heat at house shows, he has heat at TV tapings, he even has heat outside shows, he has heat in America, heat in Iraq, heat for working the wrong way, heat for acting the wrong way, heat for eating his food the wrong way. We get it. He's becoming the Britney Spears of wrestling journalism. People will talk at length about the slightest change in the guy's career, so guaranteed someone will find something to report on. Even if it's basically the same thing over and over again. Not saying it's wrong. It's basic journalism.

Sorry guys. My stuff is FINALLY up, so EWC can do his thing whenever.

SCHIAVONE Welcome back to Syndicated, a much calmer Syndicated than when we left you. Tony Schiavone alongside Jesse "The Body" Ventura and Leon Rodez who has a date set for AngleMania VI. But right now, we need to focus on another AngleMania altering match as we are moments away from the finals of the 2007 Anderson Cup. Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright, representing The Enterprise, the Miracle Weirdness Connection Conference Champions, take on the surprise package of this and perhaps any other Anderson Cup, Los Diablos De Fuego the Los Infernales Conference Champions. Jesse, I guess it's pretty obvious what your thoughts are. VENTURA But that doesn't make them any the less valid. Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright have gone through The Love Doctors, HI-YAH Tag Team Champions for one year. They've gone through America's Team, the Tag Team World Cup finalists. And most importantly they defeated in my mind the best tag team in OAOAST history in Black T to make it to tonight. The torch was passed and I don't expect Teddy to drop it. Teddy and CW and are shoe-ins in my book. SCHIAVONE But Los Diablos are masters of upsetting the odds, as we've seen so far as they won their Conference from number five seeds. VENTURA They had plenty of luck along the way too. The old saying goes, 'sometimes it's better to be lucky than good' and Los Diablos typify that statement. However, The Anderson Cup Finals is not one of those times. SCHIAVONE Leon, who's your money on here? LEON Please. I haven't worked in four months, like I have money to put on anything. SCHIAVONE And with that, let's go to the ring!! *DINGDING!* BUFFER The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is the FINAL of the 2007 Anderson Cup Competition! One fall, NO time-limit, there MUST be a winner! Your referee when the bell rings, Mister Charles Robinson. "You break the laws You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all Come on come on, lovin' for the money Come on come on, listen to the Money talk Come on come on, lovin' for the money Come on come on, listen to the Money talk Money talks" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "Money Talks" by AC/DC is welcomed by pretty much two people in the entire world. And seeing as those people are those in charge of the band's royalties, they don't count. The rest? Well, they boo their heads off, especially those in Cleveland, as Mackenzie DeCenzo leads the way. Behind her, both Theodore and Christian look more focused than usual, ahead of clearly the most important match either has been in. BUFFER Introducing first, team number one. Coming down the aisle, accompanied to the ring by The Enterprise's Chief Financial Officer, MACKENZIE DECENZO! At a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty two pounds. Representing The Enterprise... they are the 2007 Miracle Weirdness Connection Conference Champions... "THE NATURAL" CHRISTIAN WRIGHT and "THE BILLION DOLLAR HEIR", THEODORE MMMOOOONNEYMAKER!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Christian and Moneymaker enter the ring and Moneymaker teases the crowd with his "money fingers" pose. The duo then begin to discard their entrance attire on the lowly peasant ring attendant. SCHIAVONE Well Leon, a man you're very familiar with in Christian Wright in with a huge opportunity here. He's changed a lot since you've been gone however with his induction into The Enterprise. LEON He's changed, yeah. Clearly not much for the better. Although, maybe I'm just bias. VENTURA Probably. "Humidity's risin' Barometer's getting low According to all sources The street's the place to go" As the shower of gingerbread men, courtesy of course of Mrs. Spezia's Sweeties, fall from the ceiling to coincide with the entrance of Los Diablos de Fuego. Pink and yellow lights flash across the arena and disgust is already etched on Moneymaker's face, as the most flamboyant finalists in Anderson Cup history emerge and HUMP like there's no tommorrow to hump to! "It's raining men - Hallejulah It's raining men - Amen It's raining men - Hallejulah It's raining men - Amen" BUFFER And, their opponents! At a total combined weight of three hundred and fourty pounds... they are the 2007 Los Infernales Conference Champions! From sunny Cabo San Lucas... the sexist team in AAAAALL of Mehico! MORACCA and MARIACHI... LLLOOOOSSS DDIIIIIIAAAAAAAABBLLLLLLOOOOOOOSSSSS DDEEEEEEEEE FFFFFUUUUUEEEEEEEGGOOOOOOOOOO!!! LEON I've seen some things in my time. And, you know, that might sound like an off-hand little quip but believe me, when I say that I really mean that. This... this is 'interesting'. Los Diablos, clearly delighted to be in Cleveland and even more delighted to be in Cleveland with each other make their unique way down the aisle, all being watched by The Enterprise duo. And they are NOT impressed. Not in the slightest. Moracca simply can't decide who his sombrero should go to, with so many hotties in Cleveland (his opinion, not mine). However, his choice becomes easier as he spots the announce table in the sky, collaring the poor ring attendant and gesturing wildly for her to make sure Leon gets the sombrero. Meanwhile, Mariachi rolls into the ring and sucks the middle prong of his pitchfork, freaking out Christian Wright in particular. SCHIAVONE So here we go, this year's Anderson Cup coming to a close with two surprise finalists. A new name will go on the honours list and one of these teams will go to AngleMania VI to challenge for the World Tag Team Championships. VENTURA And right now let's point out, CW and Teddy have beaten Los Diablos before. The same cannot be said the other way. With the accessories and the entrances out of the way, we're left with our four finalists. Charles Robinson quickly warns Mackenzie that he's going to keep a close eye on her tonight, before signalling for 'one in, one out' on both sides. Los Diablos thankfully don't mis-interpretate that to mean anything dirty and they decide on Moracca starting, while on the other side it'll be Christian Wright to begin. And after almost two months of action, the climax to the Anderson Cup is upon us! *DINGDINGDING!* Christian and Moracca circle for a moment, before The Natural suddenly ducks through the ropes as he decides he's not quite ready yet. SCHIAVONE As we said Leon, you're very familiar with Christian Wright. What's the secret to beating him? LEON You've got to frustrate him. He's got plenty of ability and when he dictates his slower pace he can rival a lot of guys on the roster, but the thing he lacks is a long temper and he's easily flustered. That's what I went in thinking at AngleSlam a couple of years ago and it worked for me. It's also why he went on such a long losing streak, because he let everything pile up on him and with every mistake, every loss, he lost his cool and paid for it. Finally Christian is ready to go and tries to entice Moracca into a knucklelock. The flamboyant luchador takes a look at his opponent well built upper body. A long, lingering look. Before he eventually decides to oblige CW, locking the hands... and instantly finding himself over-powered! Christian powers Moracca down to his knees before kicking away one of the hands, wringing out the other arm and going into a hammerlock, then a rear waistlock. Despite the close physical contact Moracca looks for a way out and finds it with a sudden drop-down, breaking Wright's grip. As he hits the mat, Moracca rolls back into a wheelbarrow position, which CW is obviously unhappy with as he quickly liftss Moracca up. But he loses the slippery Mexican again and gets armdragged over, carrying on rolling until he hits the floor to break any momentum! SCHIAVONE First exchange goes in Los Diablos' favour and there you see, Mackenzie DeCenzo trying to prevent Christian from losing his cool. VENTURA That's easier said than done. You guys talk about flustering Christian? Well, Los Diablos are the masters of it, whether it's intentional or not. Climbing back in Christian takes one look at Moracca and decides to let Theodore Moneymaker try his hand. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Laughing at the reception from the Cleveland crowd, Moneymaker again makes with the "money fingers". However, as Christian and Mackenzie frantically tell him to turn around, Moracca sneaks up on him and scores a roll-up... 1... 2... Moneymaker kicks out and ducks Moracca's imminent attack on the way up. Nobody home though, Moracca diving over top and pulling Teddy into a sunset flip... 1... 2... Kickout again. Again Moracca is a step ahead of Moneymaker, ducking a wild clothesline and pulling him down with a Crucifix... 1... 2... Another kickout! Moneymaker scrambles back to his feet again and finally he gets the jump on Moracca, catching him coming in with a knee to the gut! Looking mighty relieved he then whips Moracca off into the ropes, ducking his head early. Too early as it turns out, Moracca putting on the brakes and using Theodore's well groomed locks to plant him face-first into the canvas with a Faceplant! Worried about his rugged good looks Moneymaker checks his face as he gets to his feet, not realising his ring positioning until Moracca's clothesline sends up and over the top, Teddy's face bouncing off the ring apron for good measure!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" SCHIAVONE It's not just their 'antics' that'll fluster you though, Los Diablos can more than accomplish that with their speed alone as Theodore Moneymaker is finding out! Christian and Mackenzie rush around to their boss and check his face for damage, while Moracca returns to his corner and exchanges a hug with Mariachi. "LOS DI - AB - LOS!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* "LOS DI - AB - LOS!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* WRIGHT SILENCE!! "LOS DI - AB - LOS!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* Apparantly there's no lasting damage done to Theodore, the melodramatic concern from Mackenzie and Christian all for nothing really. Mariachi has made the tag meanwhile and waits in the ring for Moneymaker, who brushes his associates off and slides into the ring, pointing the finger at the Diablo and telling him he's 'gonna pay!' Presumably, that'll be after he eats a drop toehold. "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" Moneymaker holds his face again as he climbs back up, Mariachi brushing past him on the way to the ropes and then ducking another wild Moneymaker swing. As he approaches the other side of the ring Mariachi suddenly leaps to the middle rope, twisting in mid-air and wiping out Moneymaker with a crossbody... 1... 2... Kickout! Rolling across the ring, Mariachi creates some distance as Moneymaker rushes to his feet and charges the luchador. A leapfrog saves Mariachi though. And as Theodore then stops just short of the ropes, he lands a dropkick, again pitching The Billion Dollar Heir up and over the top, this time frontways and bouncing off the top rope before ending up in a heap on the floor! SCHIAVONE And Moneymaker, right back out to the floor! Safe to say, this isn't going too well for The Enterprise. LEON If Moneymaker and Wright are The Enterprise, does that make Los Diablos Klingons? VENTURA In more ways then one, yes. Moneymaker starts to cuss up a storm on the outside, Mackenzie covering her mouth in shock being the refined woman that she is. As Theodore takes his frustrations out on the ring skirt it's left to Christian to calm his partner down, Mariachi and Moracca watching all this and surely loving it. LEON I tell you what, you can't judge that book by it's cover, I know. But can you imagine Los Diablos challenging for the World Tag Team Titles at AngleMania? VENTURA No. SCHIAVONE Well, if they get there, nobody can argue that they don't deserve it. Anyone who wins the Anderson Cup earns it. Back inside climbs Moneymaker now and he looks to slow the pace down as he dares Mariachi into a test of strength. Despite his partner not faring too well earlier with this tactic Mariachi takes the bait... suckering himself into a boot to the gut from Moneymaker! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" VENTURA Haha, there we go! Los Diablos have got speed to spare, but brains not so much. Moneymaker doubles Mariachi up with the boot and quickly taps his temple to show he has the brains, before lifting Mariachi's head up... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and leathering him with a knifedge chop! A clubbing overhand right drops Mariachi back to the canvas, Moneymaker able to dictate the pace now and looking much more comfortable for it. Front facelock applied, Moneymaker takes Mariachi up and over with a Vertical Suplex and pins him down with a tight cover... 1... 2... Kickout! By the mask Moneymaker keeps hold of Mariachi and he reaches back with his foot, allowing Christian Wright to tag himself back in. The Natural steps in and waits as Moneymaker whips Mariachi across the ring. A hard back elbow cuts Mariachi down, Wright making the cover... 1... 2... ...and getting two. So, Wright sits Mariachi up and applies a chinlock, looking to wear Mariachi down. SCHIAVONE The Enterprise now able to dictate the pace and all of a sudden, this Anderson Cup Final has taken a different complexion. VENTURA I've been saying it all along, it's better to be lucky than good sometimes, but tonight is not one of those times. Moneymaker and Wright are a rock solid tag team, a very old school vibe to them. They might not be able to pull off crazy armdrags and moonflips like Los Diablos, but they know how to win matches. Mariachi doesn't stay grounded for long, humping the energy in the air created by the Cleveland fans. He then goes to the gut with an elbow. Again. And a third time, breaking the chinlock! Mariachi then dives and makes the tag in to Moracca! LEON Didn't do such a good job cutting off the ring... Climbing straight to the top, Moracca sets and soars... ...AND GETS SPEARED OUT OF MID-AIR!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" LEON ...that was okay though. Wright quickly hooks the leg and demands the count from referee Robinson... 1... 2... NO! Growling under his breath, Wright grabs one of Moracca's limp legs and drags him across the ring towards The Enterprise's corner. Tag made to Theodore Moneymaker who climbs in and heads straight to the middle rope, dropping his forearm directly across the head from the second floor! Another cover... 1... 2... Another kickout! Having just returned to his corner, Mariachi is surprised by Moneymaker, rushing across the ring and barging him off the apron to ringside! He manages to avoid the ring steps and with a rush of Latino blood slides back in, only to be cut off by referee Charles Robinson. With the referee's back turned, that allows Mackenzie to come into play. She quickly grabs CW's briefcase and as Wright holds Moracca wide open, Mackenzie JAMS THE CORNER OF THE BRIEFCASE INTO THE RIBS!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Moracca throws a fit clutching his ribs (Brutus Beefcake style), damage clearly done by the metal briefcase. As Mariachi retreats from the ring that's all referee Robinson sees though, Mackenzie 'innocently' checking to see if the briefcase has been properly locked. SCHIAVONE Now come on Jesse, you can't condone that. VENTURA You obviously don't know me very well after all these years then. SCHIAVONE Nevermind better to be lucky than good, now it's 'better to cheat than to win fairly'? VENTURA I never said that. However, something along the lines of 'it's better to win at any cost than lose' wouldn't be so far from the truth. SCHIAVONE Jesse, that's cheating, plain and simple. That's grounds for a disqualification... LEON Oh, you two! Like a married couple you are. SCHIAVONE & VENTURA ... With the referee back in position, Moneymaker stops Moracca writhing for long enough to make the pin... 1... 2... No! Kickout, not very convincing though. SCHIAVONE In all seriousness, Moracca is in a very bad way after that briefcase shot. He might have broken a couple of ribs. LEON And hair grows back, but Beefcake, your ribs, they may not grow back the right way! SCHIAVONE ... LEON Sorry, Curt Hennig flashback. Uhm, yeah, ribs are a neccessary part of today's modern society. The Enterprise make another exchange and in comes Christian again. Whether Moneymaker saw what happened or not isn't clear, but Wright knows exactly what happened and goes right after the ribs with his stomps! Moracca howls out in pain from behind his pink mask as Wright tries to grind Moracca's ribs into pieces with the heel of his boot! "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" WRIGHT SILENCE!! "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" "CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!" LEON He should really save his breath. They're never going to 'SILENCE' at his say-so and he needs to get over it. Pulling Moracca to his feet, Christian aims him to the far most set of turnbuckles and puts all of his two hundred twenty five pounds behind an irish whip... ...Moracca clattering out of the corner like a train hitting the buffers!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" VENTURA It's only a matter of time if Moracca's ribs really are bust. If you can't breath, you can't fight. Wright is able to take his time now, literally [i]strolling[/i] across the ring. He might as well have a bowler hat on and a newspaper in his hand. Apart from the bare chest, nobody would bat an eyelid where he to walk down the business district of Wallstreet. By the mask he pulls Moracca back to his feet, executing a simple scoop and a slam to position Moracca in the middle of the ring. For a lateral press... 1... 2... Shoulder up. Again Moracca has to be forceably dragged to his feet by The Natural, barely able to stand on his own power without crouching over in pain. Wright doesn't help matters by pulling him into a short knee to the gut. And a second short knee strike. Wringing out the arm, CW then whips Moracca into the ropes and leaves the knee trailing again. This time though, it's not just for the strike, it's to ensnare the labouring Luchador into the time-tested Abdominal Stretch!! VENTURA Always a painful hold, but especially so with hurting ribs. SCHIAVONE Especially so after a briefcase to the ribs as well. LEON Burn! You're not giving that up, are you? With no problems stretching out the one hundred and seventy one pounder, Wright is able to jawjack with Mariachi in the meantime. Of course, Mariachi is Mexican. Which is tough, because most English speaking humans don't have any idea what Christian is talking about half the time, let alone those to whom it's a second language. "MO - RA - CCA!" "MO - RA - CCA!" "MO - RA - CCA!" "MO - RA - CCA!" The crowd start to sense their beloved luchador is in trouble as Charles Robinso checks for a submission and start to get behind him. With the referee's line of vision changed though, it allows Christian to reach back... ...AND LINK ARMS WITH MONEYMAKER DOWN THE APRON!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" SCHIAVONE Again, behind the referee's back more blatant cheating! Is this what you mean by 'old school' Jesse? VENTURA It's what I mean when I say they're successful! Howls from the fans and from Mariachi alert Charles Robinson to the problem. Well, the source, not actually what it is. Theodore Moneymaker changes the subject when Robinson confronts him and claims the reason he's halfway down the apron is because Mariachi is. The last part is true and that causes Robinson to go over to him, ALLOWING CHRISTIAN AND MONEYMAKER TO LINK ARMS AGAIN!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" VENTURA Haha, Theodore Moneymaker with the referee in the palm of his hand! This is the secret to great tag team wrestling! LEON It wasn't when me and Zack held the titles. VENTURA And you lost them to The Beverly Hills Blonds. Enough said. The added leverage has Moracca wailing in pain, Moneymaker and Wright releasing hands just in time to avoid being caught. With the added leverage gone Wright then decides to drop the submission, shoving Moracca down and cradling him into a pin... 1... 2... NO! Wright brings Moneymaker back into the match now, Teddy sauntering over and slamming a boot into the back of Moracca's head. As much of an insult as a damaging strike, The Billion Dollar Heir laughing it up at the luchador's expense. He then picks Moracca up and executes a quick Gutwrench Suplex, straight into the pin... 1... 2... SHOULDER UP! MONEYMAKER C'MON REFEREE!! Taking his frustrations out, Moneymaker sits Moracca up and DRIVES the knee down the length of the spine! And a second time! He then throws Moracca down again, covers... 1... 2... KICKOUT! SCHIAVONE One thing you can't deny is the heart of Los Diablos. VENTURA Oh, they've got plenty of guts. More than brains, that's the problem. Another tag is made between The Enterprise and they set Moracca up, pulling him first out of the corner and then right back in spine-first! Moracca crumbles in the corner as Wright places a foot across the throat, cutting off the oxygen to the luchador's lungs for four very crucial seconds before breaking. "LOS DI - AB - LOS!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* "LOS DI - AB - LOS!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* Pulling Moracca out of the corner, Wright scoops the Diablo into his arms. And in a rare show of raw power he's able to then press the luchador up and over his head, just long enough to drop him STOMACH FIRST ACROSS THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!! *CLANG!* "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" LEON Oh, he missed the padding and hit the outside of the buckle! SCHIAVONE And if Moracca's ribs weren't injured before then they certainly are now! Moracca lies across the top turnbuckle in agony, Mariachi complaining to referee Robinson about the tactics. Aside from a warning there's not much he can do though and Wright clearly isn't listening as he brushes Robinson away. Climbing to the middle rope, Wright drags Moracca around until he's more upright on the turnbuckle. He then hooks the head and the tights, taking a quick glance behind him at the exact spot he expect to land... ...AND DOES, WITH A SUPERPLEX ON MORACCA!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" SCHIAVONE Superplex off the top! VENTURA That's it Schiavone, he's just gotta make the cover! LEON Easier said than done though guys, that move took a lot out of Wright too. Indeed it did and both men are down. Mariachi clearly worried in the corner as Mackenzie pounds on the ring apron to encourage her man on. Eventually Wright does start to move and crawls across, making sure he gets a firm body to body pin on Moracca rather than just an arm... 1... 2... 3- NOO!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Even that isn't enough! MONEYMAKER AGAIN! AGAIN! If at first you don't succeed... 1... 2... No! ...uhm, third time's the charm... 1... 2... No! ...and I'm all out of clichés. And Wright is all out of pins, joining Teddy and Mackie in venting his frustration at referee Robinson. SCHIAVONE The Enterprise beginning to get a little frustrated here at not being able to put Moracca away! LEON This is what The Anderson Cup means. Well, so I hear, I've never been in it. Makes you wonder why I'm here really! Even now, Moracca still shows some fight and tries to crawl to his corner. Not happening though as he's dragged away and to his feet. Wright lands a European Uppercut on Moracca before going over, making the tag to Moneymaker. "MO - RA - CCA!" "MO - RA - CCA!" "MO - RA - CCA!" "MO - RA - CCA!" Scoop and a slam by Moneymaker, positions Moracca right by the Enterprise corner. Climbing up onto the middle rope, facing out into the crowd, The Billion Dollar Heir then takes a moment to taunt the crowd, giving them the "money fingers" taunt again. Even Mackenzie and Wright join in this time, while Teddy takes a last glance back and flops backwards, with the back elbow from the second... ...BUT BY THE TIM HE GETS THERE, MORACCA HAS MOVED!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" WRIGHT :O MACKENZIE :O Moneymaker ends up tumbling head over heels, flat on his face as he comes to a rest. Meanwhile, Moracca is crawling in search of the corner, Mariachi begging him to get there and tag him in! And perhaps some other actions, a little less conventional. Christian Wright wants to witness neither though and sneaks in, grabbing Moracca by the ankle and holding him at bay! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Hopping on one foot is hard enough with pristine ribs, let alone the aching ones Moracca is running on. However, he manages it, getting up onto a standing foot and throwing an Enziguri... DUCKED! Moracca saves himself from landing face-first however and rolls forward, which sends Wright lurching forwards head over heels! Rolling back to his feet, Wright tries to cut Moracca off again. This time, a little more vociferously. A little too much so maybe, as Moracca dodges his charge and with a free run to the corner... ...HE GETS THE TAG!!!!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" LEON Cue the Mariachi band! In comes the fresh luchador and he is a HOUSE EN FUEGO~! as he rushes in, taking out Wright with a One-Footed Dropkick, right to the mouth! Moneymaker returns to his feet and soon regrets it. In dives Moracca, hooking the head and spinning him around 180 with a Swinging DDT! SCHIAVONE The tide has well and truly turned! Mariachi, running riot! VENTURA Like only a Mexican can, right? Off the ropes comes Mariachi now and as Wright ducks his head, Mariachi bunny-hops him and snares the far arm on his way over, taking him over with a modified armdrag. Wright rolls straight back to his feet and earns a lucha shoulder pop, setting him in place as Mariachi again hits the ropes. Drop down by CW forces Mariachi up and over, the pink luchador leaping to the middle rope and somersaulting backwards with a Quebrada Press than folds CW in half!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Seeing as Wright isn't the legal man Mariachi is quickly back to his feet and focuses on Theodore Moneymaker. Still down, The Billion Dollar Heir is a sitting duck as Mariachi tumbles with a Somersault Legdrop, right across the throat! And the cover... 1... 2... Broken up by CWii VENTURA There's only so long one man can fight off two, no matter how 'fiery' and speedy they are. Wright hooks on a waistlock to pull Mariachi up, the luchador kicking his legs like a child in a strop. A succession of forearms over the back soften him up before the waistlock re-attaches and he looks for a German Suplex... ...NO! Mariachi lands a hard elbow to block. Hooking the head, Mariachi then makes for the nearest set of ropes and scales them one by one before hitting the SLICED BREAD #2!! LEON It's the best thing since Sliced Bread #1! As he hits the canvas Wright immediately going rolling out of the ring. Caught up in the moment Mariachi intends to follow him as he runs the ropes. However, Theodore Moneymaker puts pay to that, getting to his feet just in time to wipe him out with a lunging Lariat!! "OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Mariachi almost goes inside out from the shot, which might have been a kinder landing than the one he gets on his neck. Rolling him over, Moneymaker covers Mariachi... 1... 2... Only two! Still a little shaken Moneymaker sits Mariachi up. And, tired of dealing with these Mexicans, he decides to go for the finish as he clamps on the BANK VAULT!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAA... ...well, ALMOST clamps it in, as Mariachi tumbles to the side before the hands can lock, causing Moneymaker to go rolling with him. Both men come back to their feet at the same time and Teddy looks for a quick boot. However Mariachi catches it, leaving The Billion Dollar Heir hopping hopelessly on one foot before snaring him over with a Dragon Screw! LEON That's a good way to tear a knee ligament, trust me. Rolling through with the screw, Mariachi now steps through and tries to lace up the legs for the Escorpión. Moneymaker is far from an easy target yet though and uses his leg strength to push the luchador away. Tucking and rolling, Mariachi is up before Moneymaker though and ducks underneath a clothesline. It's Moneymaker who keeps on going into the ropes this time. And a drop toehold scythes him down, bouncing face-first off the canvas as Mariachi tumbles over top into the Oklahoma Roll... 1... 2... NO!! Both men scramble up... ...not noticed by the masses, distracted by Moracca running down the apron with the Apron Run Cannonball... ...but Mackenzie drags Christian Wright to safety by the arm... *THUD!* ...AND MORACCA ENDS UP SOMERSAULTING FLAT BANG ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" SCHIAVONE MORACCA CRASHES AND BURNS!! VENTURA He is done Schiavone! It's down to two on one now and like I said, you can only fight those odds for so long! LEON Nevermind three on one, which it's as good as now. Back in the ring and Mariachi is taking the fight to Moneymaker with a flurry of quick right jabs. With Theodore backed into a corner Mariachi pops up, executing a picture perfect Dropkick that has Moneymaker bouncing back into the turnbuckles, slumping against the middle buckle. Mariachi then gives 'the signal', the signal that can only mean... some sort of spinning move. Noteably a Tornado DDT, hooking on a front facelock from the middle rope. Off he leaps, bringing Moneymaker around the world with him for a second time in the match... ...but Moneymaker hangs on and throws him off safely. Mariachi puts on the brakes and hits the accelerator, going underneath a clothesline from Moneymaker on the way to the ropes. A back elbow has the same result, Mariachi running into the ropes just as Mackenzie DeCenzo appears in shot with the briefcase wielded... ...but Mariachi leaps to the middle rope and springs away before she can strike!! The luchador then points the finger at Ms. DeCenzo, who tries her best to look innocent... ...long enough for Christian Wright to scramble up the steps, across the apron AND HANG MARIACHI'S THROAT ACROSS THE TOP ROPE!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" SCHIAVONE Mackenzie with the distraction! Christian with the hotshot! Damn it, it IS three on one!! Mariachi's neck whiplashes off of the ring rope and he stumbles backwards, right into Theodore Moneymaker. A hard knee to the kidneys sets him up, clamping hold of the arm AND LOCKING HIM INTO THE BANK VAULT!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" VENTURA It's over Schiavone! SCHIAVONE Moracca is down and hurt, no-one to save Mariachi. He needs a miracle here... But none seems to be coming. Instead, the luchador simply seems to be going limp. Mackenzie watches intently on the floor, Wright on the apron... ...as Mariachi flails... ...hopes for a save... ...AND GIVES UP BEFORE HE PASSES OUT!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" *DINGDINGDING!* VENTURA THAT'S IT! Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright win it, they're the Anderson Cup Champions! LEON Just brilliant. Mackenzie looks like she's about to faint, acting as if she just won an Oscar rather than witnessed her charges pick up a victory in the Anderson Cup. She and Christian embrace as Moneymaker releases the Cobra Clutch Sleeper, laughing away at the top of his lungs as Mariachi chokes for breath underneath him. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen... here are your winners... and, the 2007 ANDERSON CUP CHAMPIONS!!! The team of CHRISTIAN WRIGHT and THEODORE MONEYMAKER!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Absolutely elated, Mackenzie whoops for joy. Wright meanwhile slides into the ring and shakes hands with Moneymaker, a manly hug between the two rugged males not going down well, which is ironic considering who they just beat. SCHIAVONE The Enterprise have pulled it off, they've won the Anderson Cup! In the end it was relatively comfortable, although we shouldn't discount the role Mackenzie DeCenzo played... VENTURA Yes we should! Nothing should cloud the issue, Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright have done it. They beat The Love Doctors, they beat Benjamin and Moss, they beat Black T and now deservedly they're going to AngleMania VI to challenge for the OAOAST World Tag Team Titles. What a rise for a team only months in the making, a relative newcomer and a former Rookie Of The Year with a crisis of confidence, to achieve this here tonight! I won't have you taking anything away from them, either of you, they earned the Anderson Cup just like any other team would have done! More so! I tell ya what, this is an amazing moment! SCHIAVONE Los Diablos shouldn't be discounted, they put in a tremendous effort this year. But it was just one match too many, one upsets too many to pull. VENTURA But tonight is Theodore and Christian's night! Forget Los Diablos, they're the runners-up and nobody remember the runners-up! Give it up for The Enterprise. SCHIAVONE The Enterprise will be going to AngleMania and with that, we leave you for Syndicated. From Tony Schiavone, Jesse "The Body" and Leon Rodez, we'll see you Thursday night for HeldDOWN~! As The Enterprise continue to celebrate, The Beverly Hills Blonds begin to make their way down. A huge explosion of confetti erupts in the rafters and the Anderson Cup Champions revel in it all, despite the boos of the fans. And it's this scene that we leave Syndicated on. An unhappy one for many. But a perfect one for The Enterprise. They're going to AngleMania. MONEYMAKER :D