(HD): Christian Wright vs. Moracca

[King Cucaracha 0]

We return to HeldDOWN~! with the questionable sounds of "It's Raining Men" playing and the Canadian fans not knowing quite how to react to Los Diablos De Fuego as they jig down to the ring. Mariachi rides an imaginary pony down the ramp while Moracca hands his pink sombrero to a ringside fan, giving him a seductive wink. Yes, him.

BUFFER
The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Mariachi and their mascot, El Oveja! He weighs in at one hundred and seventy one pounds... hailing from Cabo San Lucas, MEHICO! He represents Los Diablos De Feugo... MMMOOORRRRRAAAAAACCAAAAAAAA!!!

CABOOSE
Is that a blow up sheep doll?

COLE
Yes, that's El Oveja, Los Diablos' new mascot.

CABOOSE
Why's there a hole in the bottom of it?

COLE
...Moracca of Los Diablos De Fuego in action next, taking on "The Natural" Christian Wright. This will be Christian's first match without Bohemoth by his side in the OAOAST and it'll be interesting to see how he gets on, against certainly one of our more 'unique' workers. There's history here, Los Diablos being responsible for Christian and Bohemoth's defeat to Chicks Over Dicks at AngleMania earlier this year which was one of the major factors in Wright and Bohemoth's break-up.


*BREEEAAAK!*

The well trained fans boo wildly as "Tear Away" by Drowning Pool hits, the new entrance music of the former HI-YAH World Heavyweight Champion, Christian Wright. Striding out through the entrance doors, Wright holds his hands aside and waits in the spotlight lighting up the stage before pulling away his hood and striding on down the aisle.

BUFFER
And, his opponent! From Raleigh, North Carolina...he weighs two hundred and thirty three pounds. The OAOAST 2005 Rookie Of The Year... "THE NATURAL"... CCHHHHRRRRRIIIIISSSSTIIIIIAAAANN WWRRRRIIIIIIIIIGGHHHHHHHHHTT!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Jogging his way up the ring steps, Christian stops on the apron and disrobes of his...robe...tossing it on top of a nearby stagehand before entering the ring. Mariachi and sheep doll quickly leave the ring as Wright glares across at Los Diablos, with noted distain on his face.

COLE
Christian Wright seems very eager to remind everyone about his status as Rookie Of The Year, but you could argue that he really hasn't lived up to that billing so far this year.

CABOOSE
Why do you think he's always pointing it out? It's the only thing he's accomplished all year.


*DINGDINGDING!*

The bell sounds and we are underway, with the unorthodox Moracca skipping across the ring merrily to lock up. In no mood for games, Wright shrugs that lock up attempt away and buries a knee into the gut, clubbing Moracca over the spine with a forearm and making his intentions perfectly clear in the process.

"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"

COLE
And there's the chant, starting up early.

Wright seems even more fired up now as he wraps on a tight headlock, grinding his forearm across Moracca's ear in the hope of cauliflowering it up. In moves referee Charles Robinson, but although Moracca's a little affeminate he's not that weak to quit from a headlock. Landing some forearm to the ribs, Moracca weakens up the headlock before backing off the ropes, shooting CW off the otherside. Wright shoots back at Moracca tries to stand up to him, but ends up going down from a shoulder block. Off goes Wright again, Moracca rolling over onto his front for Wright to go up and ove...NO! Moracca pushes up as CW goes over, tripping him up and causing him to land flat on his face!

"YYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Coming up holding his nose, Wright wheels around and Moracca catches him with an armdrag! Up comes Wright, into a second armdrag from Moracca! And Wright completes his misery by walking into a third armdrag, leading into an armbar by Moracca.

COLE
Unorthodox he may be, but don't count Moracca out. Los Diablos De Fuego had a pretty good record down in OAOVW and became staunch fan favourites in the process.

COACH
But they're not the 2005 Rookie Of The Year!

COLE
Not you too.

Wright clambers up in the armbar, ending up getting the arm wrung for his trouble. Rather than work on the hold or keep it tightened up or even keep it properly applied, Moracca instead places Wright's hand on his chest, guiding it down towards his crotch...which is thankfully cut off by another knee from CW! The morality man then slaps Moracca upside the head for his lurid behaviour, before snapping him over with a vertical suplex for a cover...


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Kickout!

Roughly hauling Moracca up, Wright slams in a forearm and then a second, before whipping Moracca off into a corner. However, Moracca lands chest first on the top turnbuckle, able to manoeuvre himself up and over the top to the apron. Momentarily surprised, Wright delays his charge, eventually running and getting slapped across the chest for his trouble. Locking fingers with The Natural, Moracca climbs the ropes and tumbles in, taking Wright over by the arm lucha style!

COLE
There we go! Again, Moracca showing what he can do!

Wright pulls himself up as Moracca hits the ropes, shooting himself out into a wheelbarrow position. Catching the Diablo, Wright manages to counter and as Moracca pushes up off the mat Christian catches him in a waistlock. But unfortunately for Wright, Moracca decides he likes this position, bumping and grinding with a dirty smile on his face!

COLE
Oh Lord.

Disgusted, Wright pushes Moracca away and tries to dust off the gay he's left behind, but leaves himself open for a schoolboy rollup from Moracca...


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Kickout!

Scrambling up Wright begins to charge in, but so does Moracca. Thinking himself the wiser, CW ducks his head...but Moracca goes up and over with a sunset flip...


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Kickout!

Beginning to reel a bit, Christian is backed up against the ropes by Moracca and sent off the other side, rebounding back and taking an inverted atomic drop! Wright instantly clutches his 'area' and in a surprising show of sportsmanship, Moracca attempts to help him out by offering to rub it better. Wright doesn't appreciate the gesture though and wipes Moracca out with a clothesline!

COLE
You get the feeling that Christian is lacking a little confidence tonight, because so far Moracca who is a predominant tag team wrestler is having the best of this match.

CABOOSE
I know Wright's had a bad run recently, but losing to Moracca would top everything he's lost this year, surely.

COACH
Not gonna happen. CDub's smart, that's why he's the Rookie Of The Year and Bohemoth wasn't.

Wright continues to favour himself but pulls Moracca to his feet, draping his arms over the ropes...


*SLAP!*

"WHOOOOOOOO!"

...and lashing him with a knifedge chop. Moracca grimaces in pain, at first, before rubbing his nipples.


Yeah, and I can't believe I wrote that.


Confused as to what to do, Wright goes to the gut with another knee before pulling Moracca off the ropes. Chops, apparantly, don't have the desired effect so Wright instead slams a forearm across the side of the head before scooping Moracca for a slam. Moracca is able to go up and over, landing behind CW. Quickly Wright lands a back elbow to stop Moracca from capitalising, then takes him over with a crisp Belly To Belly Suplex! Making sure not to put too much body on body, CW follows up with a pin...


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Kickout!

Wright applies a simple rear chinlock to try and slow Moracca down, but Moracca pushes up and sits out with a Jawbreaker! The whiplash effect sends Christian retreating backwards and into the corner, where Moracca runs in and crushes him with a clothesline. Winded, CW slumps down against the bottom turnbuckle, as Moracca lights up.

CABOOSE
Oh no, he's not.

COLE
I think he might be. Folks, if you didn't put the women and children to bed already, now might be a good time.

Moracca happily slaps his cheeks, Mariachi applauding him on as he backs up towards CW...AND GIVES THE NATURAL THE STINKFACE!!!

"YYYEEEEEEAAAAAA - EEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!"

COACH
That's wrong. So so wrong.

For what seems an eternity Wright finds himself with Moracca's BUTT rubbed in his face, but finally he manages to push him away. Clearly pleased with himself, Moracca skips over to Mariachi who has climbed onto the apron and gives his tag partner a hug. Wright meanwhile pulls himself up, trying to swat away the smell from his nostrils and failing. Out he staggers, into Moracca who performs a simple double leg takedown before floating over into a Jacknife pin...


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Kickout!

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

COLE
Wow, Moracca almost had him! What an upset that would have been!

CABOOSE
That's a little debatable, with Wright's form.

Both men come back up and it's Wright who strikes this time, a European uppercut knocking Moracca into the corner. Down to the bottom turnbuckle drops Moracca and unlike Wright, Moracca is more than willing to stay sat. Looking down with disgust, Wright is beckoned on by Moracca, the fruity Mexican licking his lips in anticipation...


...and slowly, Wright smiles.

COLE
Uhm...what the hell's going on?

What's going on is Christian Wright backin' that ass up! Moracca eagerly awaits the Stinkface and Wright seems willing to oblige, slapping his ass as he backs towards Moracca.

COLE
Am I seeing things? Have Los Diablos De Fuego converted the convertor!?!

Backing up, Wright shakes what God gave him as he approaches Moracca, eyes closed, waiting with baited breath.


Not seeing Wright stop short, tapping his temple.



*SMACK!*

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

COLE
HE BROKE HIS FACE~!

COACH
YES! I TOLD YA, HE'S A GENIUS!!

Shocking Moracca with a mule kick right in the face, Wright kills Moracca's buzz flat. Moracca writhes in pain holding his face, until Wright then hauls him up, the smile long gone now as he hooks on a front facelock. Up goes Moracca...and with a twist, DOWN goes Moracca!

COLE
Converting The Sinner!!


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3!!

*DINGDINGDING!*

COLE
And just like that, there goes the losing streak! Christian Wright picks up a crucial victory!

BUFFER
Here is your winner... The OAOAST 2005 Rookie Of The Year... CHRISTIAN WRRII...


*BbwWbAhmotherfuckerLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!*

"YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

COACH
Wait, what!?!

COLE
OMGIT'SPIMPHEMOTH~!~!

The crowd go bananas as striding down the ramp comes The Meterosexual Monster himself, Bohemoth, suited and booted and stylish as ever. Christian panics and bails from the ring, hiding himself up beside Sofa Central as Bo casually strides to the ring where Mariachi is busy checking on the fallen Moracca. Jogging up the steps, Bo enters the ring and stares at Wright through orange tinted sunglasses, totally stoic.

"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"

Pensive even to be in the same arena as his former bodyguard, Wright hops over the barricade and begs for the bigman not to think about following. Bohemoth watches on for a moment before slowly removing his sunglasses. Folding up the shades, Bo places them carefully in his front jacket pocket, before taking a step forward...


...and DESTROYING Mariachi with the MURDERLINE~!

COLE
Woah! Wh...what the hell was that for!?!

CABOOSE
Maybe Bo remembers getting glitter thrown in his eyes at AngleMania by these two fruit baskets.

The crowd seem stunned for a moment but soon cheer on the ultra cool Bohemoth as he pulls Mariachi back up. Moracca remains down and hurt as Bohemoth scoops Mariachi up into his arms, parades the Mexican around, before spinning him out, around and DOWN with the Erotic Awakening Of B!! Mariachi quivers on the canvas, Wright watching on in horror, as Bohemoth now lifts Moracca up. Stooping low, Bo hoists up Moracca, turning swiftly and PLANTING Moracca with a Front Spinebuster, ONTO Mariachi!!

"YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

COLE
Bohemoth has just destroyed Los Diablos De Fuego! And look at the look of fear on Christian Wright's face! 

The decimated Los Diablos cuddle up to each other for consolance as Bohemoth retrieves his shades from his pocket and puts them back on. And without further motion or word, Bo takes a last glance at the cowering Christian Wright before turning and abruptly leaving.

"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"

COLE
I think Bohemoth has just sent a message loud and clear to Christian Wright, who has still yet to accept his former bodyguard's challenge for a match at The Great Angle Bash! And if I were Christian, I'd be inclined to keep things that way!

COACH
Bo's just a power guy. Sure, he looked impressive beating up Morachi and Marracas, but CDub proved tonight that he's smart. He won with his brains, not just his brawn and if Bo got his match at The Bash, he'd be outsmarted just the same.

Bo doesn't take a second look back, walking stoicly back up the ramp as Wright takes his leave through the crowd. Aaaand, commercial!

[Zack Malibu 0]

Ooooooooh boy.

 

Blank asked if he could use Los Diablos this week, and I okayed it last week!

[KingPK 0]

I'll work around that problem.