King Cucaracha

Amen. I'm glad I got in under the wire before it got dropped. One thing I will say- if we're ultimately saying 'we're going to Genesis and then that's it' and that's the final decision, what's the point exactly? If it's a case of 'if there's not a marked improvement and some potential to stay that way, then we're done', fine. But if we've already decided we're ending all this, how is that going to inspire people to come up with anything interesting from now until then? We might as well just end it now if that's the case, I personally don't see the point in building my character and writing my matches from now until then if it's already decided we're done for. It's like paddling in the ocean, why waste the energy if you're know you're dead in the water? Somebody should send out feelers to the old writers and basically say 'hey, if you give a crap anymore, come write for us.' That should be the message to the current crop too. It's only once a week now and that's what, a couple of hours out of 168?

Living in England, I've got 89-92 Silver Vision versions on DVD already. Which is a bit of a downer, because I've got every other Rumble besides the last two in some form or another, except obviously 88. Still, the rest should be more than worth it.

On the subject of Mistico, didn't they want Ultimo Dragon to unmask back in 2003 because they thought having two people on the same roster with masks would take away from Mysterio's 'uniqueness'. Or, did I imagine that? And if not, what the hell would they going to do with Mistico, who's a lot closer to Rey image-wise than Ultimo Dragon ever was.

Not announcing the original at Armageddon was one thing. Announcing the rematch, spending half the damn show last week hyping it and then pulling it a week or so before the PPV (on the WEBSITE no less) is a whole new level of dumb. And then they make it out to be Duece and Domino's doing, as if they want the fans who bought tickets to crap on the match because it's not a Ladder Match. They'll probably just do Hardyz vs. MNM, Ladder Match. They surely wouldn't be stupid enough to bait and switch the match completely, would they?

Part of the problem is, the business itself is in such a slump (outside of Mexico, or so I understand), that people aren't as interested in writing fake wrestling matches period. It's not like the old days when virtually everybody on this board was involved either here or below in some way, shape or form. In response to WC, I remember suggesting a while back that things should become more like the OAOAST(ie. co-operative rather than competitive), so that the newbies can come in and actually see any effort rewarded. The past couple of years, this place has changed. Back when I started out, which was 2003 I guess, the thought of daring to no-show a match was something that drove people to write matches. Now, it's not a big deal what-so-ever. I'll admit I've been a lot less active the past little while and the main reason is, if I'm on limited time and have an SWF match and an OAOAST match to write, I'm going to write the OAOAST match because I can be sure it's going to be seen by someone. I'm sure if you ask Zack and Bruce, they'll agree with me. I can't remember what I suggested last time, but if there was a way to guarantee people's work being put on the shows, maybe then people would be more inclined to write regularly? Maybe have it that every title match is competitive and the rest collaberate efforts between the writers (whether that's a co-write, or one of the two writing the match)?

It seems odd to be doing a rematch so quickly of a match like a 4 Way Ladder Match, especially one which'd probably boost DVD sales for Armageddon. The first time it happens, they don't promote it. The second time, they promote it, but it's not a must see because people can just buy the first which they know is good rather than buy NWO and hope it'll be good. The only saving grace I can see is Regal and Taylor refusing to work the match, D&D getting subbed in and winning the titles. Otherwise, I don't get the point.

I'm calling main event. No DQs Landon Maddix vs. Caboose Anderson Cup Conference Finals Beverly Hills Blonds vs. Los Diablos De Fuego Plus a special announcement regarding Syndicated.

[i]*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!*[/i] ANGLESAULT It's open. The door of our-esteemed company namesake opens and the posse of security guards unload Landon Maddix into the office. Maddix, for some reason, wishes them a good day all friendly like before directing his attentions to AngleSault. Unlike his 'guest' however, AngleSault is clearly not feeling quite so cheery tonight. MADDIX Hey boss! ANGLESAULT Cut the crap Landon, I'm not in the mood. MADDIX Excuse me? Forgive me for being good mood. ANGLESAULT Good mood, huh? MADDIX [i]Great[/i] mood. Life is good. I don't know if you know or not, but I won the SWF Clusterfuck on Thursday night, for the second time in my career. A feat nobody's ever managed in their career before me, I might add. My new endorsement deal with Pepsi Max just came through. Not to mention, it's my birthday in seven days. ANGLESAULT How ironic. Landon eyes narrow a little. ANGLESAULT Make the most of your good mood for the next few seconds, because I've got a feeling it's not gonna last much longer. See, I don't care about what you did in the SWF. I hear that Clusterfuck is a big deal, so obviously you're pleased about winning it again. But, I'm more concerned with OAOAST matters. Especially when someone tries to HANG my marquee superstar! MADDIX I don't recall ever being hung... well, besides the obvious. Landon winks at Megan, who giggles a little before AngleSault's glare changes their mood abruptly. ANGLESAULT This isn't a joking matter. You didn't just try and cost Zack Malibu his career, you tried to kill the guy. And I'm not talking the phony baloney, couple of chair-shots to the head and a table bump and 'oh my god, he could be broken in half'. I'm talking legitimate attempted murder. Attempted decapitation! Zack Malibu or not, it doesn't matter. I'm not going to tolerate that kind of behaviour from anyone on my roster. Do you realise how many complaints were filed after the show went off the air? How many refunds I've had to hand out to parents with tramautised kids on the way out the doors? I've been fending off police questions ever since last Sunday. MADDIX Listen, I was ju... ANGLESAULT You were just following Blank's orders. I understand that Landon, you wanted to make up for losing War Games and you though that'd do the job, saving his career. That doesn't excuse what you did. Not in my eyes. Blank is dealt with, now I've got to deal with you. MADDIX Deal with me? ANGLESAULT Firing you isn't really an option. You not being the ring-leader in all this, I'm sure you've got a get-out clause to try and take us to court with. Normally, I'd simply suspend you, but with you in the main events week in and week out with the SWF, I don't know how much of an effect that'll really have. So, I decided I'd make your life a living hell... MADDIX Whoa, is that really neccess... ANGLESAULT ...except, I'm not that kind of an 'authority figure'. I believe on doing things the fair way. So, I'm going to settle for fining you for the damage you've done to the image of the OAOAST. My laywers will work out a fee within due course. And in the meantime, I'm not one for 'revenge', rather for what's right. And there's nothing wrong with letting someone else get some revenge on you. So, next week on HeldDOWN~!, you'll be celebrating your birthday... by taking on CABOOSE!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Surprisingly, Landon doesn't seem that concerned. More... blank. MADDIX Who? ANGLESAULT Who!? Caboose! The former HeldDOWN~! commentator. MADDIX ... ANGLESAULT The guy you and The Wildcards ran out of the OAOAST temporarily. MADDIX ... ANGLESAULT The guy who hit you with a cricket bat at AnglePalooza. MADDIX :O Theeere we go! ANGLESAULT It's probably a good job that's how you recognise him too. You'll be more prepared for the bat when it comes, because that match is gonna be NO DISQUALIFICATIONS!! Now, get out of my sight. "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Landon's jaw drops at that one, looking to Megan who's also speechless. Apparantly done, AS goes back to his paperwork, directing Landon to the door. And the SWF's Power Couple slowly leave, Landon mumbling to himself something about how 'they don't play cricket in Spain' as Megan tries to re-assure her man. COLE Holy cow! 'Boose is back, next week and he'll be taking on Landon Maddix right here on HeldDOWN~! And with No Disqualifications no less! What a huge main event, announced for next week's show! COACH Does that mean he'll be back commentating? COLE I can only hope. COACH What's that supposed to mean? COLE ...MORE! NEXT!

Fashionably late to the party, Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix has JUST arrived in the arena with bags in hand and Megan Skye in tow. Maddix stops at the exit of the parking lot and takes a couple of nervous looks around, glancing over his shoulder and finding Megan, arms folded, waiting for her man to move. MADDIX Just... stick with me. We'll be fine. And with that, Maddix and Megan enter the arena... ...to be SURROUNDED... ...by security. After being briefly startled at the group of bodies waiting on him, Landon breathes a sigh of relief. MADDIX Well, I didn't expect this. I mean, I know now that I'm a two-time Clusterfuck winner that my star has risen a little, but this still seems a tad excessive. HEAD OF SECURITY Mr. Maddix, we're here to guide you to Mr. AngleSault's office. MADDIX 'Mister' AngleSault? What's his first name? HEAD OF SECURITY ... MADDIX Nevermind. So, what are we waiting for? What we're waiting for is the presence of one OAOAST superstar in front of the group of security, arms folded. Landon cowers a little until he realises who it is. Todd Cortez, smirking a little as Maddix calls the security off for a moment. CORTEZ What's with the entourage? MADDIX Well, you know, stardom is demanding. Now that I'm a two-time Clusterfuck winner, they figured I needed more of a security pre... CORTEZ Yeah, yeah. You wanted to talk? MADDIX Indeed I did. Now, as you know, I won the Clusterfuck last week, for the second time. So, I wanted to clear the air between us after what happened at AnglePalooza. You and me, in the Lethal Rumble, we... well, we traded a few shots. Spirit of competition and all that. You wanted to win, so did I. Completely understandable. But, now that the dust has settled and the Lethal Rumble is in the past I feel it's neccessary to make it clear, us going at it was nothing personal. It was just a heat of the moment mistake. After all, you paid for it, because if you hadn't fed me to Brock Lesna... CORTEZ Ausstin. MADDIX Right, right, that guy. Anyway, if you hadn't fed me to Brock, he wouldn't have eliminated you. And I might have won the whole Rumble. But again, Clusterfuck winner, so it doesn't really matter anymore. I think we can agree, we should just forget about it and move on. Infact, I was thinking... what have you got planned for AngleMania. Todd shrugs his shoulders. MADDIX Well, seeing as I can become the first-ever SWF and OAOAST World Champion in history just yet, how about you and me make history and become the first team in history to win the SWF and OAOAST World Tag Team Titles. I hear they've got a couple of broads holding the belts. Should be a sinch. In the background, Megan suddenly scowls a little. CORTEZ You realise that the Anderson Cup winners get a title shot at AngleMania, right? MADDIX Oh. Really? CORTEZ Really. MADDIX Oh. There's so many frikkin' tournaments around here, I don't know what they're all for. Actually, I think I'm in one of them... or maybe a couple of them, I don't know. As Maddix tries to rack his memory, Cortez begins to wonder why he bothered searching Landon out in the first place. MADDIX Okay then, what about those Japanese titles? CORTEZ HI-YAH? Maddix suddenly ducks for cover, much to the confusion of Todd. MADDIX Jesus! What the hell are you doing!? CORTEZ Nothin'. That's who own the belts, HI-YAH... Landon goes ducking from another non-existant karate chop, leaving Cortez wondering why he bothered searching Landon out in the first place. Again. Luckily, he's got Megan to explain, whispering in her man's ear what Cortez is actually trying to say, causing him to burst into laughter. MADDIX What!? Get away with ya, you daft racist! You're ribbing me, right? CORTEZ No. That's the company's name, HI-YAH. Seriously. MADDIX Wow. That's... unfortunate. To say the least. *nervously scratches neck* Well, in that case, we'll go after them. First team to ever win the SWF and the HIIIIIII-YAAAH *karate chop* Tag Team Titles. Doesn't sound quite so impressive, but beggars can't be choosers I suppose. What do you say? The obvious answer would be no. But Todd actually DOESN'T have anything planned for AngleMania and with Bruce Blank gone, any strength in numbers is better than none. Even if it is Landon Maddix. CORTEZ I'll think about. MADDIX That's the spirit! (Cortez abruptly walks off) Okay! See ya around buddy! Cortez just kinda grunts, Landon shrugging his shoulders as the security guards re-assemble and begin to lead him away towards AngleSault's office as we go back to the ring.

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SCHIAVONE Hello everyone, Tony Schiavone and Jesse "The Body" Ventura, back with you for more 2007 Anderson Cup action here on HeldDOWN~! But first, we want to quickly remind you, February 24th, to join us for another edition of OAOAST Syndicated! As always, we'll be in for another action packed night... VENTURA Hopefully not as action packed as AnglePalooza was. Leaving the arena at half past three in the morning was a bitch. SCHIAVONE ...and of course, Syndicated will host the finals of this year's Anderson Cup. And Jesse, rumour is we'll be having a special guest joining us for those finals. Call the hotline for more details on that one! Please... In the meantime, we've got our next Conference Semi-Final upcoming, featuring the two surprise packages of this year's first round. Infact, the only two teams who bucked the seedings in the first round. The number five seeds up against the number eight seeds, Los Diablos De Fuego take on The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew and one of those teams will upset the opening odds and make it to the Los Infernales Conference Final! Jesse? VENTURA Schiavone, everyone laughed at me when I suggested The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew would make it past The Heavenly Rockers. Especially you. Well, who's laughing now? Rico and Lucius, that's who. They just need to beat those oddball Mexicans, Los Diablos, who lucked out thanks to an injury in the first round remember, to get to that Anderson Cup Conference Final. And they're still undefeated as a team in the OAOAST! Who knows how far they could go! SCHIAVONE Well, for the record, The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew needed an assist from The Sooner Bruisers to make it this far. But let's not get bogged down with the ifs and the buts right now, let's get to the action and go down to Michael Buffer! *DINGDING!* BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a semi-final match in the Los Infernales Conference of the 2007 Anderson Cup! "Easy lover She'll get a hold on you believe it Like no other Before you know it you'll be on your knees" The smooth sounds of Phil Collins' "Easy Lover" waft through the arena and the entrance doors part for the grooviest cats in all of the OAOAST! Rico de Janeiro swaggers out, stroking his 70s porn stache down as Lucius Soul follows outcombing away at his afro. The duo seem confident, more confident than usual, an extra little swagger/strut in their respective steps as they stroll to the ring. "She's an easy lover She'll take your heart but you won't feel it She's like no other And I'm just trying to make you see" BUFFER Introducing first! Weighing in at a total combined weight of four hundred, ten pounds... the number eight seeds in the Los Infernales Conference... the team of RICO DE JANEIRO and "SWEET" LUCIUS SOUL... they are, THE MARDI GRAS HHHOOOOMMEEWWRRRREEEECCKKIIING CCRRREEEEEWWWWWii! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Climbing to the apron, Rico points out a couple of (H)Ottawa natives and gives them the porn 'stache treatment. The girls are obviously desperate, as they go wild for the Brazilian beefcake. The rest of the crowd meanwhile continue to rain down with boos, none of which seem to register with Rico or the grinning Lucius. "Humidity's risin' Barometer's getting low According to all sources The street's the place to go" The crowd suddenly perk up, as a shower of gingerbread men begin to fall from the sky, courtesy of Mrs. Spezia's Sweeties! Donald Trump, she ain't. Which isn't neccessarily a bad thing. As the fans take cover from the potentially lethal snack treats plummeting from the sky, Los Diablos skip their merry way out onto the entrance way! Moracca drops it like it's hot, Mariachi miming a thorough spanking of his partner like something out of a 50 Cent movie. Except with two guys. "It's raining men - Hallejulah It's raining men - Amen It's raining men - Hallejulah It's raining men - Amen" (Ow!) BUFFER And, their opponents! At a total combined weight of three hundred and fourty pounds... they are the number five seeds in the Los Infernales Conference. From sunny Cabo San Lucas... the sexist team in AAAAALL of Mehico! MORACCA and MARIACHI... LLLOOOOSSS DDIIIIIIAAAAAAAABBLLLLLLOOOOOOOSSSSS DDEEEEEEEEE FFFFFUUUUUEEEEEEEGGOOOOOOOOOO!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE Two very flamboyant teams, set to square off here. VENTURA Wait a minute Schiavone. 'Flamboyant' is all well and good, but you can't compare these two Mexican rent-boys to Rico and Lucius! Rico and Lucius might be a little flamboyant in appearance, but they're strict ladies men. SCHIAVONE Well, there's plenty of women on their feet for Los Diablos that I can see. VENTURA All for nought. These two are beyond 'flamboyant'... they're camper than a row of pink tents, pitched up outside a Kylie Minogue concert! Los Diablos enter the ring, as a stray gingerbread man finds it's way into the ring from the crowd and bounces off of Soul's head. Lucius freaks out and checks his fro is still intact, combing it furiously as Rico kicks the offending gingerbread treat into touch. *DINGDINGDING!* Once he's sure the 'fro is ok, Lucius elects to start for his team. On the other side, Mariachi and Moracca engage in a game of rock, paper scissors, Moracca winning out with scissors over paper... and gets a handful of 'paper' up the toucous, Mariachi giving his partner in life and love a good-luck spanking. MORACCA :D We're ready to go now as Moracca and Lucius circle briefly, Lucius talking 'that smack' towards his opponent. The masked luchador seems more interested in Lucius' hair though as they finally lock up. A quick side headlock and a takeover brings Moracca to the ground, Lucius cranking back on the head and confidently telling everyone that 'I got this sucka'. Until that is Moracca starts to STROKE the afro seductively, freaking Lucius out to the point that he releases the headlock and scrambles to his feet to complain to the referee. VENTURA I'll say one thing about these Los Diablos. Intentional or not, they know how to take their opponents out of their game better than anyone else in the OAOAST. As the complaints continue, Lucius pulls a comb out of his back pocket and fixes his 'fro. Before he can return the comb to it's pocket however, over comes Moracca, snatching the 'fro pick and making to DROP HIS TIGHTS ready to comb his own personal 'afro'. However, thankfully he doesn't get that far as Lucius lands a boot to the gut! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" VENTURA Why are they booing? Don't tell me that actually wanted to see... 'that'. SCHIAVONE I think they're booing the cheapshot, actually. Lucius stashes his comb before wringing out the arm, whipping Moracca into the ropes. A clothesline misses the mark, Moracca swooping underneath a second clothesline too. Showing no signs of slowing down Moracca hits the ropes for a third time and leaps into Lucius with a Lou Thesz press! And, in a very un-Thesz like move, he starts to fondle the face and chest as the count is made... 1... Quick kickout by Lucius, offended by the touchy-feely nature of his opponent and ducking through the ropes to call a timeout. "LOS DI - AB - LOS!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* "LOS DI - AB - LOS!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* SCHIAVONE The fans in Ottawa solidly behind Los Diablos here. VENTURA Well, they're Canadian. What do you expect? After re-composing himself Lucius ducks back in and looks for another lock-up... faking Moracca in and landing another quick boot to the gut. A couple of right jabs knock Moracca off balance before Lucius tries another irish whip. This time Moracca reverses though, sending Soul to the ropes and greeting him with a BUTT-BUTT on the way back, ass to mouth action that Lucius Soul doesn't fancy experiencing again as he scrambles for his corner... ...just as Rico goes swaggering off down the apron! SCHIAVONE Woah! I don't think Rico wants any of this action! VENTURA Well, can you blame him!? Pulling himself up in the corner Lucius asks Rico where the hell he's going, distracting him as Moracca flies in with another BUTT-BUTT, this time sandwiching him in the corner! Lucius simultaneously gags and staggers out of the corner, Moracca waiting on him with a deep armdrag. Another armdrag follows. And a third, Japanese style this time, Moracca holding onto the arm as he makes the tag to Mariachi. Up top goes the now legal Diablo, waiting while Moracca wrings out the arm and rubs it against his genitals (ew!) before dropping off the top with a double axehandle across the arm! Lucius nurses the arm as Mariachi now applies a wristlock, placing a couple of Soul's fingers in his mouth... and performing an arm wringer, by the TEETH! VENTURA Come on referee, he's biting him! I don't know if that's legal where these two come from, but it's not legal inside a wrestling ring! Referee Nick Patrick is well aware of that and begins to count Mariachi, demanding a break. Before he can even reach 'quatro' however, Lucius makes his own escape, firing off a left hand to the Mexican luchador's forehead and sending him rolling across the ring! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" SCHIAVONE Closed fist by Lucius. VENTURA How can you complain about a closed fist when there's a guy dressed from head to toe in pink sucking on people's fingers!? Let's get serious here Schiavone! As Lucius looks at the bite marks on his right hand and contemplates how much a tetanus shot is going to cost him, here comes Mariachi again. Latching on with a wheelbarrow, Mariachi tries to bridge up. Lucius blocks the next move with a shove, only to get cradled forward into a pin... 1... 2... Kickout. Both men up and Lucius goes for a right hand. Mariachi ducks the right though, pulling Lucius down by the left in one quick movement with an armdrag variation. Through to his feet rolls Lucius, Mariachi barging into him with a lucha shoulder pop and making for the ropes again, his shoulder pop not leaving Lucius winded for long enough though as he waits with a BEAUTIFUL Standing Dropkick!! "OOOHHHHHHHHHH!!" VENTURA There we go, great move! Finally, somebody remembered this is the Anderson Cup and realises the opportunity they've got awaiting them tonight! What damage has been done is hard to tell through Mariachi's pink mask, but he seems to be trying to check his nose as Lucius pulls him back to his feet. A scoop and a slam plants Mariachi near the Mardi Gras corner. And the tag is made as Rico de Janeiro is finally ready to enter the match, lifting himself to the second rope and coming down with a forearm drop right between the eyes! Cover... 1... 2... No! Rico sits Mariachi up and leans his weight down with a rear chinlock, putting the forearm across the nose for added discomfort to the Mexican. VENTURA Rico, the biggest man in the match, slowing things down and dictating his own pace. Very smart move. The Brazilian continues to suck the life out of Mariachi. Only, not out of the orifice the luchador would have liked. Moracca starts to hump the top turnbuckle in support of his partner and don't ask me how, but it seems to work as Mariachi starts to try and fight back to his feet. Rico cuts him off at the knees with a forearm over the back though. And another. Rico strokes down the 'stache... and lands a third forearm. *slap!* With Mariachi in a position he's clearly comfortable with, on his knees, Rico and Lucius make the tag. The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew execute a double irish whip, putting Mariachi down with stereo back elbows. As Mariachi again checks his masked nose, Rico then gives Lucius a leg up, assisting him for a Standing Moonsault! 1... 2... Kickout! SOUL C'mawn dawg! Lucius bemoans the count, until Mariachi starts to crawl away, forcing him to land a quick stomp to the back of the head. Bringing Mariachi back up, Lucius then backs him into a corner. Kick to the chest. Another. Another. And another, Mariachi slumping against the bottom turnbuckle, winded. "MA - RI - AH - CHI!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* "MA - RI - AH - CHI!" *clap clap clapclapclap!* Smirking at the crowd's reaction, Lucius jaws with some Los Diablos fans before backhanding Mariachi across the face!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" VENTURA Haha! He pimp-slapped him Schiavone! No more than he deserves! SCHIAVONE Blatant disrespect there from Lucius Soul. The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew might be coming off of a big victory, but they better not get too over-confident here. Lucius pulls Mariachi up now and whips him corner to corner. Full run-up, in rushes Lucius Soul, soaring and spinning through the air 360 degress with the Soul Brother Splash!! As Mariachi staggers out, a back elbow puts him down, setting up the cover... 1... 2... Two count! As Mariachi flops around like a fish out of water trying to get back up, Soul walks over and tags Rico back in. The King Of The Mardi Gras slowly swaggers out, stroking down the porn 'stache as he measures Mariachi for a simple boot to the side of the head. A second boot lands across the ear, Rico turning to the corner ready to stroke the 'stache at Moracca... but thinking better of it as he sees the Mexican licking his lips seductively. So, he finds a better way to taunt the illegal man, executing a vertical suplex on Mariachi and putting him through some more suffering. SCHIAVONE Rico, just oozing arrogance. Amongst other things. Rico takes his time jawing with Moracca, allowing Mariachi a little time to recover, catching de Janeiro coming back by leaping up and landing a forearm! Moracca lands a second forearm! A third! But a knee to the gut cuts him off though, Rico whipping him to the ropes and looking to follow him in with a Harley Race knee. A baseball slide from Mariachi helps him detour that though, rushing to his feet and diving for the Los Diablos corner... ...CAUGHT! Rico catches Mariachi in his arms and applies a Bearhug! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" However, as Rico puts the squeeze on the merry Mexican it becomes clear that he's kinda liking it. And by the time Rico realises that, it's too late... [COLOR=pink]*SMOOCH~!*[/COLOR] ...as Mariachi starts to FRENCH-KISS THE BRAZILIAN'S FOREHEAD!!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" VENTURA What the HELL!? Understandably Rico throws Marachi off of him and quickly looks to make Mariachi pay for the unwanted intimate contact, aiming a clothesline at his head... but Mariachi drops down, crawling through the legs AND MAKING THE TAG TO MORACCA!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE There's the tag! As Rico tries to wipe the slobber from his face, Moracca bypasses and dropkicks Lucius off of the apron and to the floor. Moracca then rushes back at Rico, who has recovered sufficently to lunge forwards. Baseball sliding through the legs Moracca ends up behind the Brazilian, leaping up onto his shoulders and tipping forward with the victory roll... 1... 2... But Rico kicks out, making the victory roll just a 'roll'. Keeping the tempo hig, into the ropes goes Moracca again. Hearing Rico trailing him hot on his heels, Moracca thinks quickly and leaps to the middle rope, backflipping over Rico. The Brazilian keeps going, back off the ropes but into a waiting Moracca and a spin wheel kick to the jaw! As Rico rolls away, more concerned with the state of his moustache than his actual facial features strangely, in comes Lucius Soul to pick up the slack. A forearm clubs Moracca from behind, Soul beating Moracca down until he's suitably weakened for an irish whip towards the corner. Grabbing the ropes, up and over goes Moracca however, Soul managing to avoid a collision with the turnbuckles on his way under but turning around into a Hurricanrana, sending him flying across the ring! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" SCHIAVONE If you'll excuse the pun, Moracca is a house en Fuego! Moracca gets a little too carried away though and as his body gets ahead of his brain, he gets caught napping in the centre of the ring by a Rico de Janeiro clothesline! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Not playing around any longer, Rico hauls Moracca back to his feet and clubs away as he waits for Lucius to recover back to his feet. Lucius first detours, baseball sliding into Mariachi and dumping him from the apron to the floor, before setting in place as de Janeiro performs a double-leg takedown on Moracca. Leaning back, Rico then s l o w l y propells the luchador across the ring with the Slingshot... *SMACK!* ...RIGHT INTO A BICYCLE KICK FROM SOUL!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE WOW! Moracca taken out of mid-air with an amazing kick! VENTURA They turned him inside out! That's gotta be all, surely! Rico sure hopes so, as he turns Moracca over and covers... 1... 2... NO! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Moracca is still relatively fresh and able to kickout. This time, at least. The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew come up with a Plan B now, Rico directing Lucius to pick Moracca back up. Which he does, holding Moracca in place as Rico barrels off the ropes. SCHIAVONE This looks like a tactic doomed to fail. And sure enough, it is. Moracca breaks free of Lucius' grip and grabs a headlock, launching up in time to catch Rico around the head with a headscissors. After a dip to the left, he then tumbles right and executes a headlock takedown on Lucius, bringing Rico with him with the headscissors takedown in addition! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Momentum carries Soul out of the ring, leaving Rico alone with the horny luchador, barging him into a corner and climbing the ropes in front... "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" ...a couple of hip thrusts, pumping his crotch into Rico's face... VENTURA Oh dear God! "TEN!!" The tenth punch wipes The Brazilian's mind of the disgust of the situation, leaving him scrambled as Moracca leaps away and waits on his opponent. Out staggers Rico, Moracca landing a boot to the gut to double him up. With a quick sidestep he then bypasses Rico, running up the turnbuckles... ...changing his mind mid-way... ...and preferring instead to SOMERSAULT OFF THE TOP TO THE FLOOR, WIPING OUT LUCIUS SOUL AT RINGSIDE!! "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE What a dive from the daredevil luchador! VENTURA But that's not gonna win him the match. Nevermind that you can't win on the floor, Lucius isn't even the legal man! As Moracca and Soul end up in a multi-cultural heap on the floor, that leaves two more multi-cultural superstars in the ring. Rico de Janeiro looks up, confused that his opposition has disappeared. As he spots what happened he begins to leave the ring to go after Moracca. However, before he can do so, Mariachi rushes back into the ring and grabs Rico by the waist, pulling him down with an O'Connor roll... 1... ...getting a good couple of handfuls of Brazilian BUTT in the process... 2... NO! VENTURA Nick Patrick's lost all control here. This isn't the legal Diablo in the ring. SCHIAVONE To be fair, it's not too easy to tell them apart. VENTURA If I can tell them apart, how come the referee can't? SCHIAVONE He doesn't have the benefit of monitors and a director in his earpiece to help him out, like us Jess. Still Mariachi's nose seems to be bothering him a little as he lands a thrust kick to the gut of de Janeiro. Mariachi then hits the ropes in front, watching as Rico instinctively ducks his head and timing his return to allow a front facelock to apply, swinging around for a DDT... but Rico THROWS Mariachi off, sending him crashing into the turnbuckles of a neutral corner!! And as the metal buckles whiplash Mariachi back out into the ring, Rico knocks him HEAD OVER HEELS with a Running Clothesline, just to compound the Mexican's misery!! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Left facedown flat on the canvas, Mariachi doesn't seem to be moving. Prompting Rico to get tired of this story and skip to the ending... RICO WHO WANTS A MOUSTACHE RIDE!?!? "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" ...calling for the end! Rico deadlifts Mariachi off the canvas, then over his shoulder ready for the Moustache Ride. However, one problem with Rico's plan is that somebody actually DOES want a Moustache Ride! Responding to Rico's early calling out, Moracca slides into the ring in front of Rico, jumping up and down and pointing to his BUTT in hopes of taking a ride on the 'stache!! SCHIAVONE Oh dear. Rico looks momentarily confused, before telling Moracca that 'Rico don't swing that way, baby', booting Moracca in the gut. That causes him to drop Mariachi, the other Diablo landing safely on the middle rope facing into the crowd. Forgotten about by Rico now, as he turns to Moracca and hooks him up for a suplex. Rico is careful about what part of the tights he grabs with his fruity opponent, lifting Moracca high and vertical... ...but Mariachi turns around on the ropes and pushes Moracca's legs... ...CAUSING HIM TO DDT RICO RIGHT ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" As Rico settles on the canvas, Mariachi then adds to his woes, coming off the top with a FROG SPLASH!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE Los Diablos doubling up on Rico! VENTURA So to speak. SCHIAVONE Well, yes. I'm sure they'd like to... actually, nevermind. All of a sudden Los Diablos have everything going their way and measure Rico, Moracca making a very hands-on check of his opponent's injured nose. In from behind (steady now) comes Lucius Soul though, attacking from the blindsight with a double clothesli...DUCKED! Lucius skids to a halt and tries again, this time from the front, Los Diablos cutting him off with a couple of boots. Hooking an arm each, Moracca and Mariachi then KISS either cheek of Soul before PLANTING him face-first with the Double Flatliner! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" SCHIAVONE Kiss Of Death! VENTURA The referee needs to get one of these two out already! I don't care which, I guess it doesn't really matter, but one in and one out would be great right about now. That isn't going to happen just yet, as Los Diablos prepare the same move for Rico. Up he climbs, falling into the clutches of the Mexicans who tie him up... but Rico lands a succession of elbows, some for Moracca, some for Mariachi. A final one to Mariachi sends him tumbling to the side and Moracca just isn't powerful enough to complete the move alone. Which allows de Janeiro to sweep out the leg, taking Moracca to the canvas and applying a hold around the head and the arm, cranking back to yelps of pain from the luchador! SCHIAVONE The Anaconda Vice, which is apparantly to be called the 'Rico Vice'! Cute. VENTURA It's anything but cute, this is a dangerous hold! We might be about to see a submission right here! Rico pulls back on the hold, trying to bridge up on his toes to put extra pressure on. Trying to fight the hold, Moracca pumps with the trapped arm, looking to land with his elbow. He fails to though... ...but notices the turnbuckles in front of him, placing his feet on the bottom turnbuckle! Referee Nick Patrick begins to call for the break. But he needn't bother, as Moracca pushes off the buckle, rolling backwards and out of the clutches of de Janeiro! Right to his feet he rolls and he leaps for a dropkick. Rico gets to his feet in time to shove it off though. Pulling Moracca back up, Rico clubs him with a haymaker. Rico then scoops Moracca up, looking to get him in position for the Moustache Ride... ...only for Moracca to slide safely down the back, countering with a Sunset Flip... 1... 2... Rico kicks forward, stacking Moracca for the pin... 1... 2... Moracca tilts the cradle back into a sunset flip style pin... 1... ...AND GETS A HELPING HAND FROM THE OUTSIDE FROM MARIACHI, PUSHING HIM FORWARD... 2... 3!!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" VENTURA Wait a minute! The illegal man was pushing him in from the outside! SCHIAVONE It doesn't matter Jesse, it's over! Los Diablos have won it!! *DINGDINGDING!* The Ottawa crowd go wild as Moracca quickly dives out of the ring and into the arms of Mariachi, sparking rather over-jubilant celebrations as Rico sits up in the ring and looks stunned to see Nick Patrick signalling for the Los Diablos victory! Rico isn't sure what happened but he knows something is up and fumes at the referee as BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the contest, advancing to the Final of the Los Infernales Conference... LOS DIABLOS DDEEEEEEEEEE FFFUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEGGOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Los Diablos continue to celebrate, bumping and humping around each other in glee. Joining them is Nick Patrick, chased off by Rico and into the midst of the jubilations. Much to his dismay, as he gets the dry humping treatment from the over-excited luchadors! SCHIAVONE And who would have thought we'd see the day? Los Diablos De Fuego are going to the Conference Final of the 2007 Anderson Cup, meaning a rematch from AnglePalooza as they take on The Beverly Hills Blonds! Somewhere, Ned and Simon have to be fuming right about now! VENTURA They're not the only ones! Schiavone, that was a travesty! Los Diablos blatantly cheated, the illegal Diablo was providing his partner with the leverage to hold Rico down. Otherwise, there's no way he'd have got the three! SCHIAVONE The irony of you complaining about cheating is staggering. VENTURA Nevermind that! How the hell can you condone that!? SCHIAVONE Without quoting you? VENTURA Preferably, yes. SCHIAVONE ...well, I can't. But in a way, justice may be done. Los Diablos get another shot at The Beverly Hills Blonds after the travesty that went down at AnglePalooza. It'll be next week, right here on HeldDOWN~! And one of those teams are going to Syndicated and the Anderson Cup Final!

Come on now...you know you'd have fun with that. >_> Khali would take off her shirt, then he'd throw his arms up in the air and scream at the top of his lungs. Then he would take off her bra, and throw his arms up in the air and scream at the top of his lungs. Then he'd take off his pants, and throw his arms up in the air and scream at the top of his lungs. Then he'd take off her pants, and throw his arms up in the air and scream at the top of his lungs. Then he'd take off her underwear, and throw his arms up in the air and scream at the top of his lungs. Then he'd insert his penis, and throw his arms up in the air and scream at the top of his lungs. Then he'd make one single thrust, and throw his arms up in the air and scream at the top of his lungs. Then he's made another thrust, and throw his arms up in the air and scream at the top of his lungs. Goddamn, this shit is hot. I need to be alone for a minute. HARD CAM! I haven't changed my roster since Week 1, keep missing the deadline and forgetting about it for the rest of the week. Probably why I'm doing so poorly.

If you want, go ahead. I'll have your typical in-ring bragging promo probably. A VERY minor point I know, but do we need all those shows pinned? Mods?

*Tornado. I'm still in shock from him no-selling the field goal kick to the crotch. He ALWAYS does that it's part of his gimmick. Type his name into Youtube and watch some of his videos, you'll see what his gimmick is and that he always does that. Usually the other guy sells it like he just punched/kicked a brick wall too. Tornado is the man, best moveset in wrestling. Anyone know when this airs, if at all, in England off-hand?

I just hope, seeing as it's an NWA Title thing, it doesn't set a precedent and force everyone on the TNA roster to make the choice between the two companies in the future, ending up with a situation like the Feinstein one. I suppose if TNA ever made it legitimately big, it would have to happen, but that's a long way off, if ever. Joe challenging for the Tag Titles with Homicide on his last night would make sense, so long as they don't have them win. I'm not that big of a Briscoes fan personally, but the last thing they need is to drop the belts to the guy on his way out. Personally, I think Strong makes sense.

Well, you've both got mine now.

There's an arguement that says Joe should put someone over on his way out (not neccessarily losing, infact it'd be better if he didn't because that'd be too obvious and besides that they already did that with Punk). And there's also an arguement that if Joe's not going to be in ROH after this, they should use up any matches they haven't done yet, rather than do too many 'last time' pairings that we've already seen. So, how about Davey Richards? It's obvious Gabe's high on him and he's got a big future ahead of him. If he can stay with Joe (and there's no reason why he shouldn't) over the 15/20 minutes or so, it could be a career making performance. Joe can still win and Davey wouldn't look bad. And that'd then pass the torch on to Davey, like Gibson did for Roderick and Punk did for Cabana. Personally, I'd rather see that than 'Joe vs. Established ROH Star' on his last night.

Anderson Cup Conference Semi Final Los Diablos De Fuego vs. Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew Plus, we'll be hearing from Landon Maddix.

I'm calling main event for The 2007 Anderson Cup Final Winner Goes To AngleMania VI To Challenge The World Tag Team Champions Christian Wright and Theodore Moneymaker .VS. Los Diablos De Fuego Special Guest Commentator: Leon Rodez~!

[B][COLOR=purple] COME HERE GIRL GO 'HEAD, BE GONE WIT' YA COME TO THE BACK GO 'HEAD, BE GONE WIT' YA V I P GO 'HEAD, BE GONE WIT' YA DRINKS ON ME GO 'HEAD, BE GONE WIT' YA GET YOUR SEXY ON GO 'HEAD, BE GONE WIT' YA GET YOUR SEXY ON GO 'HEAD, BE GONE WIT' YA GET YOUR SEXY OOOOON GO 'HEAD, BE GONE WIT' YA GET YOUR SEXY ON GO 'HEAD, BE GONE WIT' YA [I][SIZE=4]THE OAOAST BRINGS SEXYBACK FEBRUARY 24TH, 2007[/SIZE][/I] ..... YOU READY??[/B][/COLOR] COLE What the hell was that about? COACH I dont know but I likes the sounds of it. The OAOAST could do with some 'Sexy'. The Coach could do with some come to think of it. Roll on February 24th!

Neat. I can edit some of the rushed parts now too.

I'm probably in the minority, but I'd take Royal Rumble 1990 over Rumble '92. DiBiase getting #1 was a great touch (as opposed to him being jobbed out in 92), the period from Roberts' entrance to Andre's entrance is booked pretty perfectly with a RED-HOT crowd, so RED-HOT it needs to be capitalised. Demolition get put over by eliminating Andre. Plus, there's the Hogan/Warrior showdown, which is again perfectly booked. 92 put Flair over, that's about it. 90 was a hotter match from start to finish (and didn't end as awkwardly) IMO. Aside from Hogan winning over Perfect, I'd say it was the best Rumble ever. But again, maybe it's just me.

The year they had "Step Up", during the opening promo they had (part of) a slower song that lead into it. Anyone know what that was? I can barely remember any of the lines verbatum, something along the lines of 'I'll only do for you what you do for me'. EDIT: It must have been the music during the traditional 'show old clips from Mania' montage beforehand, now that I think about it.

Promos, homos.