HD: AD- Mardi Gras/Rockers

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SCHIAVONE
Alright folks, Tony Schiavone and Jesse "The Body" Ventura back with you for this week's installment of the 2007 Anderson Cup. A much shorter installment than we were expected of course, because of the impromptu Sooner Bruisers/Rescue 911 clash last week. That was between number one and number eight seeds in the Miracle Weirdness Connection Conference and this week in the final first round match, we have the other top versus bottom seeding clash, from the Los Infernales Conference. The Heavenly Rockers, number one seeds and former OAOAST World Tag Team Champions taking on the most in-experienced team in the competition, the number eight seeds The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew.

VENTURA
If the Homewrecking Crew can pull off the victory tonight Tony, it'd go down without question as one of the biggest upsets in Anderson Cup history. Maybe [i]the[/i] biggest.

SCHIAVONE
I'd say so. We saw one match go against the seedings last week as Los Diablos De Fuego advanced from number five spot. And they await the winners of this match in the next round.

VENTURA
I've gotta say, on paper The Heavenly Rockers really lucked out this year. They get the rookie team in the tournament first round and now, assuming they advance tonight, they avoid the Tag Team World Cup Champions, thanks in-part to a fluke injury.

SCHIAVONE
So, any chance at all of the upset Jesse?

VENTURA
Of course. Anything can happen in this business, you know that as well as I do. How are they gonna do it? As a team, they've had one match on OAOAST TV and they knocked off NRG. So, they have the advantage of being an unknown quantity. There's tons and tons of footage on The Heavenly Rockers they could have studied, not to mention a lot of well-documented injuries. The Heavenly Rockers don't have that on Rico and Soul.

SCHIAVONE
Well, some encouragement for the rookies...


CUE: "Heart-Shaped Box", Nirvana

"YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

SCHIAVONE
...but listen to THAT encouragement! What a reaction!

To the roars of the Boston crowd, The Heavenly Rockers and Holly-Wood appear on the multi-colored lit stage. The fired up Synth plays to the fans as Logan and Holly share an adorable kiss. Only adorable because they're married, of course. The trio then march to the ring, Synth playing air-drums along with his team's entrance music.

BUFFER
Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a first-round match in the Los Infernales Conference of the 2007 Anderson Cup! Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by HOLLY-WOOD! Hailing from Sin City... at a total combined weight of four hundred, thirty two pounds... the GREATEST Rock 'n Wrestling Band of AAAAALLLL time... THE HHHEEEEEAAAAAAVVVEEEEEEEENNLLLLLLYYYYYYYYY RRRRRROOOOOOOOOCCKKEEEEEEERRRRRRRSSSSSSS!!!!

"YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

On opposite turnbuckles The Heavenly Rockers pose it up for the Massachu... Mas... bloody hell that's a hard word to spell, the Massachus... the Boston natives! And they lap the number one seeds up.

SCHIAVONE
Last week, we saw Logan and Synth thankfully coming to the rescue of Krista Isadora Duncan as she was being annihilated at the hands of The Sooner Bruisers. What irony then that should they ultimately succeed in winning this year's Anderson Cup, as it stands, it'll be The Chicks Over Dicks who's titles they'll be gunning for.

The Rockers continue to pose away, as their music fades out. And even as the oh-so-cool 70s stylings of "Easy Lover" begin to play. Some of the crowd pop just because the song is so damn awesome, others preferring to boo the accompaniment to the music as the song swings into gear.

"Easy lover
She'll get a hold on you believe it
Like no other
Before you know it you'll be on your knees"

Rico de Janeiro, swaggers through the curtains first in a green Hawaiian print shirt and his gaudy collection of Mardi Gras beads around his neck. Rico stops and surveys the crowd as he strokes down his porn 'stache, sneering away and nodding his head. Behind him struts Lucius Soul, busy preening his afro, as if unaware of the fact he's just walked into an arena full of people. In the ring, The Heavenly Rockers and Holly-Wood all look on and all share a look of curious entertainment.

"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
And the opponents. 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 HOMEWRECKING CREWii

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Rico stops and points out a young female in the fourth row, but she immediately turns down his offer of Mardi Gras beads. So he's left to climb the steps without the backing of bare breasts. Lucius slides in beside Rico and continues to comb out the 'fro as the two teams square off.

SCHIAVONE
Jesse, I get the feeling The Heavenly Rockers are more amused than impressed with these two newcomers.

VENTURA
Appearances can be decieving and I think The Rockers might have been decieved already. That's the way most guys looked at me at the beginning of my career, took one look at the way I dressed and wrote me off before the bell. I get the feeling that's the same treatment Rico and Soul are getting and it never pays to underestimate your opposition.


*DINGDINGDING!*

The bell sounds and Rico pats his tag partner on the back, allowing him to start. On the other side it'll be Synth to start, looking curiously at "Sweet" Lucius as he continues to comb away at his 'fro. Eventually he's happy with the results and places the 'fro pick' safely in his hair, ready to lock up all of a sudden. Synth holds him up though and takes a moment to compliment the Louisianan on his hair-do. The brief exchange of hair-care tips doesn't last long though, as Synth suckers Soul into an armdrag takeover! Soul rolls right back up, into a second armdrag. And a side headlock, Synth wrenching away for a second before noticing the 'fro pick in his opponent's hair and snatching it away.

VENTURA
Hey! He can't take that!

Confused as to why the headlock was relinquished so quickly, cautiously Soul looks up, half-expecting a cheapshot. But instead he sees The Synthmeister tending to his hair with Soul's own 'fro comb!!

"YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!"

VENTURA
Oh boy, that's just not smart. You don't mess with another man's 'fro combs.

SCHIAVONE
That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever oh who am I kidding it's professional wrestling nevermind.

Soul's eyes bug out as Synth asks his partner for his opinion on the 'do. A thumbs up is the responce from Logan. Turning into a frantically pointing finger, warning Synth as Lucius charges him from behind. Synth gets the message and throws out a mule kick in defence, catching Lucius in the gut, allowing him to replace the 'fro comb back in Lucius' hair and re-apply the headlock.

*slap!*

Blind tag is made by The Heavenly Rockers, just in time too as Lucius backs Synth up into the ropes and shoots him across the ring. As Synth comes back, Lucius leapfrogs high over top and takes a moment to jaw with the fans, proving a mistake as when he turns around, Logan Mann is waiting on him.


*SMACK!*

WICKED LEFT JAB~!

"YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

VENTURA
There's that patented left hook! Logan always lands it so quick, it's virtually impossible to see it coming and by then, it's too late anyway!

SCHIAVONE
This one might be over in record time!

Synth exits the ring with a strut in his step, while Logan makes the pin on the seemingly KOed Soul...


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Shoulder up!

Rico breathes a sigh of relief in his corner, but his partner has no such luck as Logan drags him right back to his feet. The groggy Soul throws a wild haymaker but finds nothing but thin air, leaving himself open for a boot to the gut from Logan and a Million $ Kneelift, turning Lucius inside out! With Soul facedown on the canvas, Logan then backs off the ropes and lands a big legdrop to the back of the head, throwing up a couple of peace signs to the crowd as his leg continues to pin Lucius' face to the mat!

SCHIAVONE
That one might have flattened the 'fro!

VENTURA
Don't say 'fro' again Schiavone, you can't pull it off.

Back-rolling to his feet, it's all coming up Logan right now. He can afford the time to let Lucius climb back to his feet, positioning himself in between Soul and his corner to prevent any sudden burst for a tag. As he reaches his feet, Lucius is rushed and forced off the ropes again, rebounding back into the fist of Logan Mann, buried down deep in the gut. As Lucius doubles over, Logan then spots an opening, a quick twirl of the FINGER OF DEATH~! the prelude to the front facelock and the PERCUSSI...



...NO! Lucius bottoms out before the facelock can tighten, tripping Logan up with a single leg takedown and keeping a hold of the leg as he reaches one of his own long limbs out, juuuust in reach of Rico De Janeiro who tags himself in.

VENTURA
See, that's where the scouting advantage comes into play. Soul, as soon as he felt that facelock sink in, had the counter prepped and ready. Do The Heavenly Rockers even know what Lucius and Soul's go to moves are? Let alone have counters for them? I doubt it Tony and that could be key!

Rico goes right to work as he comes into the ring, stomping away on the prone Mann as Lucius continues to hold him down. Eventually the referee's five count forces Lucius out. But by now Rico is in full flow, continuing to stomp away on Logan until all the Rockers' lead vocalist's resistance is used up.

"RI - CO SUCKS!"
"RI - CO SUCKS!"
"RI - CO SUCKS!"
"RI - CO SUCKS!"

The Boston crowd waste no time in letting the Brazilian have it as he scoops Logan up and slams him, centre ring. Turning to the outside, Rico then turns his attentions to Holly-Wood and strokes down his porn 'stache as her husband lays fallen at his feet. To add injury to insult, Rico then backs to the ropes, dropping the Porno 'Stache Legdrop and stroking the facial hair down all through the count...


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Kickout!

Logan instantly looks for the tag, holding his hand out in Synth's direction but unable to quite reach him as Rico drags him away by the head. An elbow to the back of the cranium finds the mark before The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew make the tag. Legal now is Lucius, as Rico drags Logan to the ropes. Double irish whip, Logan coming back to be greeted with a double elbow, knocking him back down to the canvas. As Logan lays looking at the lights trying to collect his bearings, The MGHC then set up another double team, Rico providing a leg-up for "Sweet" Lucius and assisting him with a Standing Moonsault!!

SCHIAVONE
Nice teamwork from the number eight seeds.

Hook of the leg...


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Kickout!

To his feet, Lucius measures Logan and boots him right in the side of the ear. And again. And a third time, Lucius walking over to the corner and setting his foot up on the turnbuckle as he wipes a scuff mark off his toes.

VENTURA
Haha! You've gotta like that Tony, two men who take pride in their sense of style at all times.

SCHIAVONE
I don't like it Jess, not when it's at the expense of concentrating on the match at hand.

VENTURA
Ah, who am I kidding. You wouldn't know style if it was sat right next to you. By the way, Jesse "The Body", I believe we've met.

With a little duking and jiving, Soul awaits Logan and pops him with a quick jab. The toes are twinkling and Soul is floating like a butterly, stinging like a bee, using up all the boxing clichés he can as he lands a couple more jabs. Lucius then looks to put the finishing touches to Logan with a 360 and a big Roundhouse Kick. Logan ducks underneath though, catching Lucius from behind and jarring him with the Atomic Drop! Off the ropes now comes Logan, knocking Lucius down with a running double axehandle strike. Another running double axehandle finds the mark. And THERE'S the tag, bringing The Synthmeister back in!

"YYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

Straight up top goes Synth, measuring Soul from the top and soaring down with a big Flying Clothesline! Synth is fired up and forgets all about the formalities of making a pinfall attempt, encouraging Lucius back up.

SCHIAVONE
The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew unable to keep Logan at bay for long and now they've got to deal with a wildfire Synth Esizer!

Loading up the Allen Iverson esque arm sleeve, Synth hits the ropes and looks to lay out "Sweet" Lucius with a LARIATOOO...



...but it's more like LARIAT-NO, as Lucius does the SPLITS to avoid it! Tuck and a roll and Lucius tags in Rico now, the Tom Selleck-alike scrambling into the ring before Synth can realise what happened and hitting him on the way back with a Harley Race high knee!!

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

VENTURA
That fire didn't last long either though.

Swaggering around the ring, Rico infuriates Logan to the point that he takes a swipe at The King Of The Mardi Gras the moment he gets too near the Heavenly Rocker corner. Rico piefaces Logan in return though, luring in Mann and allowing Lucius to sneak in to put the boots to The Synth-a-nator!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

SCHIAVONE
And now, behind referee Mike Chioda's back, the illegal man goes to work.

VENTURA
Some veteran tag team tactics from these two rookies. I gotta say, I'm impressed.

SCHIAVONE
You would be.

Rico joins in on the boot-fest, Holly-Wood's addition to the protests doing no good at all. The two-on-one continues until finally Chioda gets control of Mr and Mrs. Mann and turns his attention back to the action. By that time, Rico has Synth up, powered up, taking his time before bringing Synth down ribs first across the knee with a simple Backbreaker. Simple, but effective. Synth writhes around, nursing his ribs, while Rico strokes down the porn 'stache yet more and makes some kissy faces in the direction of Holly-Wood.

SCHIAVONE
That may not be smart, Logan Mann is obviously very protective of Holly. Especially after the actions of the likes of The Sooner Bruisers towards her.

VENTURA
He's also a hothead when he's angry. And that's gonna lead to mistakes if you're ready for it.

Pulling himself up in the corner, Synth doesn't see Rico coming and gets crushed in the corner with a knee to the gut. Rico then rears back and slugs Synth with a big right hand, earning him a warning from Chioda. Rico claims it was an open hand and despite not having an honest face, rather a sleazy face actually, the referee cuts the Brazilian some slack. Tag is made meanwhile, as Lucius Soul rushes in towards the opposite corner of the ring. With little more than a moment's pause Soul then rushes coast to coast, spinning 360 in mid-air and SQUASHING Synth in the corner with a 360 Stinger Splash!!

SCHIAVONE
Soul Brother Splash! Tremendous agility!

Light on his feet, out of the corner jigs Soul ready to strike again. And strike again he does, spinning through the air once more, this time with the heel of his boot cracking off of Synth's skull! On top dives Lucius...


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No!

Keeping on Synth, Soul clubs him over the shoulders with some forearm shots. Leaping in front, Soul then pulls Synh back up to his feet by the hair. A kick from the right side, a kick from the left and a rolling sole BUTT, planting the heel in the stomach. Off the ropes goes Soul now, hooking the head as he comes flying back with a Swinging DDT...



...but Synth throws Soul off!


*SLAP!*

"WHOOOOOOOO!"

And he then lands a knifedge chop to Soul's bare chest!


*SLAP!*

"WHOOOOOOOO!"

Make it two! Dropping to all fours, Synth then uses the most basic of basic tactics, the tactic you learn earliest in your life, trying to crawl like a baby through Lucius' legs and to his corner for the tag. Soul manages to block it by closing his legs on Synth though. Turning to the side, Soul then gets Synth stacked in a sunset pin...


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No!

Both men roll back up and it's Soul who lands the boot first, guiding Synth by the head over to the Mardi Gras corner and bringing in Rico to take over for the team. Lucius keeps Synth in place with a facelock while Rico climbs in, the double sledge driven into the lower back of The Synthmeister and dropping him to the mat.

*CLAP!*
*CLAP!*
*CLAP!*
*CLAP!*
*CLAP!*

Holly-Wood gets some rhythm going in Boston Mass, in support of the Drummin' Destroyer, Synth Esizer! Not that it seems to do much good, another double sledge sending Synth slumping throat-first across the middle rope. Rico quickly drapes a knee in the back to choke Synth down further on the ring rope, until referee Mike Chioda drags him away. Rico argues the toss with the referee...


...which is all a distraction, as down the apron and on the blindside runs Lucius Soul...





*SMACK!*


...DROPKICKING SYNTH IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

SCHIAVONE
Again behind the referee's back!

VENTURA
You know, I'm a little surprised. The Heavenly Rockers have been in the OAOAST for years, they're former World Tag Team Champions and yet they're getting caught by every trick in the book. And it's The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew who are showing all the tag team continuity so far tonight.

SCHIAVONE
Or, in other words, The Homewrecking Crew are cheating and The Heavenly Rockers aren't.

VENTURA
And they're in the ascendancy. That's all that matters.

As Synth slumps back away from the ropes, Soul tries to look nonchalant as possible as he lies on the apron coming his 'fro. Leaving referee Chioda to suspect but have no proof as to what happened. Rico picks Synth back up meanwhile, knowing full-well what happened. Otherwise, his next move wouldn't happen- a snapmare into a pin attempt...


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Kickout!

SCHIAVONE

Rico quickly grabs The Synth-a-nator by the head, sinking in an old fashioned Sleeper Hold! As he feels the move going in Synth panics and tries to scramble to his feet, but doesn't stay there long, the hold taking a quick effect and after a few seconds, he finds himself back to one knee.

"LET'S GO SYNTH!"
"LET'S GO SYNTH!"
"LET'S GO SYNTH!"
"LET'S GO SYNTH!"

SCHIAVONE
The crowd trying to get behind the number one seeds, they certainly don't want to see an upset here tonight.

VENTURA
They might not have a choice Tony. Synth's going out right here!

As the arms begin to pump, the crowd get a glimmer of hope for Synth's consciousness. Synth starts to feed off of the fans and tries to climb back to his feet, Rico shaking his head 'no' either in an order to the fans or just in despair that his opponent is fighting back. Reaching his feet, Synth drives the elbow into the gut! And again! And again... and again, the fourth time finally breaking the hold!

"YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Synth celebrates his newfound freedom by going on the run, shooting off into the ropes. Rico aims to meet him on the way back with everything, predominantly the kitchen sink, looking to bury the knee to the gut... but Synth floats through into a sunset flip...


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No!

Rico kicks out, blocking off the tag with a front facelock. 

But if that deflates the crowd, they're about to witness the wrestling equivalent of a bicycle pump. Synth shocks Rico with a quick Inverted Atomic Drop, shoves him aside and makes the Ricky Morton roll INTO THE TAG!!

"YYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

SCHIAVONE
There's the tag! And Logan Mann is in for The Heavenly Rockers, which can only mean bad things for The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew!

Logan heads up top from the get-go, waiting for Rico to turn around and coming down from the heavens with a Flying Double Axehandle! Sensing trouble, Lucius comes in to helphis Partner In Partying and takes a running bionic elbow to put him down! A running double axehandle puts Rico down again before Logan rushes Soul, dropkicking him with enough force to send him through the middle and bottom ropes, to the arena floor with a hard *THUD!* That leaves Logan in with de Janeiro, doing as his partner did with the Inverted Atomic Drop, then wiping Rico out with a Roaring Clothesline! Cover!


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No!

Still full of adrenaline, Logan heads up to the top floor again. However, as he reaches the top, something catches the attention of the corner of his eye.


"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

SCHIAVONE
Wait... what the hell are THEY doing out here!?

'They' being THE SOONER BRUISERS, baby brother Uber and Big Frank marching down the aisle and to the ring! Logan points them out to the referee but it's obvious that The Bruisers are out here with intent and no mere referee is going to stop them. So Logan changes positions on the turnbuckles and as The Sooner Bruisers approach, he clasps the hands, diving off the top...





...and MISSING the Double Axehandle, landing on his feet, only for his knees to buckle and jar underneath him!!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

VENTURA
OH MAN!

SCHIAVONE
Logan might have just blown his knee out! He landed awkwardly from a long way up, Logan is in trouble here... but Holly can't check on him, because those damn Sooners are stalking around her husband!

Logan lays on the ringside pads howling in pain, clutching his left legs as The Sooners look to move in for the kill. Here come the referees and the road agents though, surrounding The Sooner Bruisers before they do anything to get physically involved in the match. The damage might have been done though, The Bruisers being moved back by sheer numbers (and Big Frank taking wild swings at anyone who gets too close without guarding their head) but Logan down and hurting. Finally Holly can get across to check on Logan, trying to calm her injured man down.


Meanwhile, back in the ring, Synth has been forced to take over control of the match and does so, whipping Rico de Janeiro into a neutral corner. Synth then charges...


...but Rico gets a knee up into the face! Down to one knee sinks The Synthmeister, as a sleazy smile creeps over Rico's face.


RICO
WHO WANTS A MOUSTACHE RIDE!?!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

VENTURA
This is what won them the match with NRG... Tony, we might be about to see the big upset!

SCHIAVONE
Yeah, thanks to The Sooner Bruisers!

Nobody in Boston Mass. apparantly, as the resounding jeers sound out. They matter not though, as Rico pulls Synth into a standing headscissors. Grabbing the waist, Rico then hauls Synth up and over his shoulders, placing the hands in the armpits and lifting him up...




...and losing him! Synth's feet find the middle rope and he manages to escape de Janeiro's clutches! Confused, Rico turns around, right into a boot to the face. Synth then sets himself on the rope a little more sturdily before reaching out and grabbing the head. Front facelock applied, The Synthmeister leaps off the ropes and brings Rico around for the Tornado DDT ride... only to get thrown off! Synth manages to land on his feet safely enough. But he doesn't gain his balance in time to move, before Lucius Soul tackles into him with the POOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNCCEEEEEE!!!!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Synth gets thrown through the air from the impact of the move, Lucius leaping to his feet and hitting the pose that goes with the move.

Period.

VENTURA
They're calling for the end! Hit record folks, history's going to be made here!

Quickly, Rico retrieves Synth, knowing that they need to strike while the iron is hot. A front facelock and a vertical suplex seems innocuous enough, until Synth's legs gets caught on the way down over Lucius' shoulders. And after a countdown from 3 to 1, The MGHC look to put not just the coup de gras but the Coup de Mardi Gras on proceedings, as they hit a combined Neckbreaker/Sitout Powerbomb!!

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

VENTURA
They got him!

The referee is in position as Lucius stacks Synth on his shoulders, nodding along as the pin is made...



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Holly helps Logan up and on one leg he hops to the apron...




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...dragging himself in and diving...








...JUST SHORT!!

3!!!!!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

VENTURA
THEY DID IT!! SCHIAVONE, THEY DID IT!! THE HEAVENLY ROCKERS ARE OUT OF THE ANDERSON CUP!!

Logan drops just short of breaking the fall and despairingly goes back to clutching his injured knee. Holly-Wood looks on, head in hands, mouth agape as "Easy Lover" plays over a stunned crowd.

BUFFER
Ladies and gentlemen... your winners of the contest, advancing to the Los Infernales Conference Semi Finals... RICO DE JANEIRO and LUCIUS SOUL... THE MARDI GRAS HOMEWRECKING CREWii!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Just as shocked as everyone else in the arena, Lucius and Rico embrace and begin to celebrate their most unexpected of victories. Rico tries to stay cool as he strokes down the porn 'stache, Lucius preferring instead to celebrate like they just one the entire Anderson Cup, let alone the first round match.

SCHIAVONE
Against all the odds, The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew are into the next round! Unbelievable!

VENTURA
One of the biggest upsets in Anderson Cup history Tony. Last year, Black T got dumped out by The Lone Star Gunslingers... but, this is right up there with that.

SCHIAVONE
And you can give the assist to The Sooner Bruisers. Ever since New Year's Spectacular they've been out of control and now, they've played a heavy part in the number one seeds in the Los Infernales Conference going out in the first round!

VENTURA
Hey, you can't blame them. They didn't get physically involved, Mann made a mistake in the heat of the moment and it cost the team the match!

SCHIAVONE
Come on Jesse, they got involved and distracted Logan!

Lucius and Rico leave the ring and continue their early Mardi Gras festivities up the ramp, Rico inviting Holly-Wood to join the winning team. She declines though, busy checking on Logan who remains in agony in the ring.

VENTURA
Nevermind that Schiavone, why aren't you giving credit where it's due right now? You didn't give Rico and Soul a chance in hell of pulling the upset off tonight. Nobody did, except yours truly of course. Forget about how they did it... fact is, they [i]did[/i] it!

SCHIAVONE
Well, that they did. And, to the amazement of everyone I'm sure, it'll be The Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew versus Los Diablos De Fuego in the Los Infernales Conference Semi Finals! One of those two underdog teams will be in the Conference Finals, who would have put money on that when the brackets were announced?

VENTURA
Not me, that's for sure.

SCHIAVONE
Well, as we recover from this shocker, we're going to a commercial and we'll see you with more HeldDOWN~! action!