King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted February 15, 2007 [B][COLOR=purple] C'MON MAN DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK, I'VE BEEN HERE FOR YEARS ROCKIN MY PIECE, PUTTING SUCKAS IN FEAR MAKIN' THE TEARS RAIN DOWN LIKE A MONSOON LISTEN TO THE BASS GO BOOM EXPLOSION! OVERPOWERIN' OVER THE COMPETITION I'M TOWERIN' [I][SIZE=4]DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK LEON RODEZ RETURNS FEBRUARY 24TH, 2007![/SIZE][/I] I'M GONNA KNOCK YOU OUT MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT I'M GONNA KNOCK YOU OUT MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT I'M GONNA KNOCK YOU OUT MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT I'M GONNA KNOCK YOU OUT MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT [/B][/COLOR] "YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" SCHIAVONE That's right Jesse, a huge announcement officially confirmed! Leon Rodez will return at OAOAST Syndicated, February 24th and he will joining us live at ringside to commentate on the Anderson Cup Finals! We haven't seen Leon since our last Syndicated broadcast in October, when he was so infamously injured in the aftermath of War Games by Todd Cortez. But he will make a long awaited public appearance in just nine days! News which I'm sure you'll agree is long overdue. VENTURA He's a kid who's OAOAST through and through. That's good enough for me Schiavone. We could do with all the guys like him we can get. SCHIAVONE That right now is an issue for another day right now though. The issue at hand is the Anderson Cup Conference Finals, or more specifically the Los Infernales Conference Final. The number two seeds The Beverly Hills Blonds take on the surprise package of this year's Anderson Cup, number five seeds Los Diablos De Fuego, in a rematch from their non-tournament grudge match at AnglePalooza just under three weeks ago. This time however, OAOAST officials have acted in advance to prevent a repeat of what happened at AnglePalooza by banning ALL outside parties from ringside. No Mackenzie DeCenzo, no Christian Wright or Theodore Moneymaker and no CPA, the guy who helped Ned and Simon to victory. If The Beverly Hills Blonds are to make it to Syndicated and the Anderson Cup Final, they're going to have to do it on their own merits. VENTURA Which they're perfectly capable of. Los Diablos have been lucky to make it this far, but luck always runs out in the end. Usually against class, class like The Beverly Hills Blonds possess. SCHIAVONE Los Diablos out for payback, The Blonds simply out for themselves, it's the Finals of the Los Infernales Conference and without any further ado, let's send it to Michael Buffer for the introductions! "Call me (call me) on the line Call me, call me any, anytime" BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest in the 2007 Anderson Cup is the Conference FINAL in the Los Infernales Conference, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Beverly Hills, California! (*boo!*) At a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty pounds... the number two seeds in the Los Infernales Conference... they are the former HI-YAH World and three-time OAOAST World Tag Team Champions... NED BLANCHARD and SIMON SINGLETON... THE BBEEEVVEEEEEERRRRRLLLYYYYY HHHIIIIIIIIIILLLLLSSSSSSSS BBLLLLLLOOOOOONNDDSSSSSS!!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Unaccompanied tonight, The Blonds certainly don't look too happy about it as they stride down to the ring, discussing the matter on the way. Ned and Simon slide into the ring and for some reason decide to take it up with referee Charles Robinson, who obviously didn't have anything to do with the decision. Eventually Simon calms himself and his partner down though, pointing out that they need to focus. Just in time too, as "It's Raining Men" starts to play. 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!!" The New Mexico crowd go nuts for their counterparts from across the border in the Original Mexico, Los Diablos. In return, no sugary gingerbread treats and very little bump and/or grind. Los Diablos look noticeably more serious than we've ever seen them as they jog out onto the stage and RUSH THE RING!! ADRENALINE RUSH-UH! The Blonds are ready and waiting unlike at AnglePalooza however and jump Moracca and Mariachi as they skid under the bottom rope! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" VENTURA Haha! A case of less haste more speed for Los Diablos, they just ran right into a Beverly Hills beatdown! *DINGDINGDING!* Ned and Simon look to stomp the fire out of Los Diablos as the bell belatedly sounds, Charles Robinson trying in vain to gain some order. Out of the ring goes Mariachi, unable to take the attack any longer, leaving his partner in wrestling and life alone in the ring with The Blonds. A double irish whip sends Moracca across the ring and The Blonds set near the ropes, backdropping the flaming Mexican up and over the top on his return... ...right onto Mariachi with an unintentional planchaa!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" VENTURA Talk about revenge all you want Schiavone, but The Blonds are just as fired up tonight. They thought they'd dealt with these Mexicans once and for all at AnglePalooza and now they find themselves stuck in yet another match with them, with the unjustice of a ban on Mackenzie DeCenzo. Los Diablos got away lightly at AnglePalooza if you ask me! As Los Diablos pick themselves up on the floor, Ned and Simon yuck it up at their opponents' expense. Simon poses in front of the wreckage, with Ned capturing the moment for posterity with his imaginary camera. Like a couple of Japaense tourists, they take far too long on this one picture opportunity however and suddenly Moracca appears in the back of Ned's shot! The Handsome Hustler panics and warns Simon, shoving him out of the way when he doesn't get the message... and taking the Moracca springboard dropkick for his trouble! Moracca leaps right back up and dropkicks Simon in the mush anyway, shoving Ned out of the ring for Mariachi to take care of while he stays on Singleton. SCHIAVONE Los Diablos are no pushovers Jesse, as we've seen in the past few months. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" A knifedge catches Simon by surprise as much as anything. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" As does the second. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" And even the third, all in quick succession. SCHIAVONE Moracca only a buck seventy-one, but try telling Simon Singleton's chest that! Moracca pushes Simon back and whips him into the far corner. In he follows and looking for a Stinger Splash he soars through the air. Seeing the pink Mexican blur heading towards him Simon drops and crawls to safety, pointing to his temple as he climbs back up. Little realising that Moracca saved himself and stays perched on the top rope! Withou Mackenzie, Simon takes a little longer to realise what's going on than usual, turning around to see Moracca setting and dropping down... ...but Moracca faked him out, Brian Pillman style, re-positioning himself on the top as Simon AGAIN points to his temple to show he has the brains. SCHIAVONE Irony alert. VENTURA Quiet! Again, it takes Simon a while to sense there's a problem. And this time by the time he turns around, Moracca is already in mid-air, soaring down with a HIGH Crossbody Block! 1... 2... Kickout! Both men are back up and Moracca waits on Simon with some big overhand rights, as big as he can throw with his frame. Simon cuts the flurry off with a knee to the gut though, latching on a sudden facelock and DRIVING Moracca down with a Snap DDT! SCHIAVONE OH! Right on the top of the head! VENTURA That's the difference between a frenzied attacker and a true wrestler. When the going gets tough, the wrestler can always pull out a tide turning move. The spiked landing leaves Moracca facedown and motionless, allowing Simon a breather. On the outside meanwhile, Ned and Mariachi show no signs of letting up. Ned goes to the gut on Mariachi much like his partner, grabbing the mask and tossing the Mexican face-first into the ring apron! And again! Both times the head bounces off the hardest part of the ring violently. But as Mariachi stumbles backwards, he still has enough wits about him to sidestep Blanchard's charge... *CLUNK!* "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" ...CAUSING HIM TO RUN HIMSELF INTO THE RINGPOST!! SCHIAVONE How about that for a tide-turning move? VENTURA That wasn't a move, that was a lucky dodge. Big difference! SCHIAVONE Same result though. Blanchard might have KOed himself! With Ned down, into the ring slides Mariachi, commencing hostilities with Simon Singleton. Simon comes off the worse as Mariachi opens up with his own special brand of 'latino heat' and a flurry of wild right hands! No counter is coming as Simon is caught totally off-guard from the attack and ends up backed into a corner, beaten down against the bottom turnbuckle with kicks and stomps by the enraged Mexican! VENTURA What the hell has gotten into these two? Passion, of a whole other kind. Mariachi finally lands a final stomp and leaves Singleton dazed in the bottom of the corner, adding a little bit of Los Diablo flavour with some simulated oral action! Back to more serious matters, Mariachi then leaps up to the middle rope and backflips off, gaining extra momentum with a Moonsault into a Front Basement Dropkick RIGHT TO THE FACE!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" VENTURA WOW! Now [i]that[/i] was something! Singleton's head weebles and wobbles on his shoulders before coming to a stop, cross-eyed and with little to no idea where he is! Back up climbs Mariachi and he fires up the Albuquerque crowd before pulling Simon out and making the cover... 1... 2... SHOULDER UP! SCHIAVONE Not a convincing kickout at all from Simon Singleton! The Blonds are reeling here! If only that were the worst of their problems though. Back at ringside, Ned Blanchard is back up. But he's walking around like a drunk on his way back from a Saturday night bar crawl. A very rowdy bar crawl, judging from the BLOOD oozing from the side of his head!! SCHIAVONE Ned Blanchard has been busted open already! Man, this has been a crazy start to this Anderson Cup Conference Final and already we've got a casualty! VENTURA This feud has taken a sudden, violent turn here tonight. We thought it was over at AnglePalooza, but we were very much mistaken! With Ned in no shape to help out, Mariachi stays on Simon and pulls him to his feet. Up to the middle rope goes the luchador, hooking the head for a Tornado DDT. Simon lands some kidney shots to free himself however, firing upwards with an uppercut that almost knocks Mariachi off his perch! Almost being the operative word, as Simon cannot follow up and gives Mariachi time to recover and lunge with a Diving Clothesline from the second floor! As he lands, Mariachi is quick to follow up, making the cover... 1... 2... No! Back up climbs Mariachi and this time Ned is an issue. Until that is he's dropkicked off the apron by Mariachi, leaving him to convalesce at ringside. Mariachi then helps Moracca up, checking his life partner is okay before calling for a double-team on Singleton. SCHIAVONE The referee not wasting his time looking for a traditional tag team format here, this issue is beyond that. VENTURA That's all very well, but this is the Anderson Cup! This isn't about grudges, it's about finding the best team and best potential challengers to the Tag Titles in the company, the old fashioned way. I don't agree with this. But then again, I don't think we wanna see this thrown out. SCHIAVONE Definately not, we want a winner and a definative Final match at Syndicated. Together Los Diablos stop Simon Singleton's attempts to escape the ring, dragging him back in and up. Simon is in dire straights now, no chance of getting his appearance money for nothing here tonight (bad pun, sorry everyone), as Los Diablos are dominating. A double irish whip sends Simon into the turnbuckles, Moracca first to follow with the ever popular Flying Asshole in the corner! And Simon has little time to digest that (again, sorry everyone) before Mariachi lands a Stinger Splash! The double squashing leaves Singleton breathless and he stumbles out of the corner, Los Diablos catching an arm each on the way out. With a leg each too, the Mexicans then plant Simon with a Double Half Nelson Facebuster and seperate, Moracca keeping guard, Mariachi making the pin... 1... 2... NO! The kickout distracts Moracca for a second, all the opening the crafty Handsome Hustler needs to slide into the ring and blindsight the luchador with a lethal clothesline. Bundling on, Ned lays out Mariachi with a clothesline too, no longer taking anything for granted tonight. VENTURA Ned Blanchard has stepped it up a notch right now! The sight of your own blood can do powerful things to a human being and we're seeing it in full effect! With his blond locks now stained red on the left side of his head, Blanchard cuts a pretty intimidating figure as drags Mariachi up and tries to MURDER him with a Short Clothesline, almost turning the luchador inside out this time! Instead a high and tight landing awaits Mariachi, scant consolation for the lack of a backflip as he still ends up hurting in the worst way. "BLAN - CHARD SUCKS!" "BLAN - CHARD SUCKS!" "BLAN - CHARD SUCKS!" "BLAN - CHARD SUCKS!" Blanchard now targets Moracca and whips him into the ropes. A closed fist buried to the gut doubles Moracca over, setting him up as Blanchard comes off the near side and pulls a page out of his co-hort's book with a Billion $ Kneelift! Down goes Moracca, Ned not wasting any more time in homage to Mr. Moneymaker. Instead he sits Moracca up, growling under his breath as he takes a last look at the masked luchador... and prepares to turn him into an UNmasked one! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" VENTURA He's gonna rip his mask off! Oh, I love it! SCHIAVONE No, he can't do this! That mask is an identity to Los Diablos, the ultimate sign of disrespect to try and remove it! VENTURA That's why I love it! Getting a grip on the bottom of the mask, Blanchard starts to tug away, Moracca reacting quickly enough to grab the mask himself! A tug of war ensues over the pink hood, Ned ripping and tearing as Moracca desperately tries to protect his honour and his identity. There's only such much fabric can take before tearing though... *WHAM!* ...so it's lucky for Moracca that he's able to land a Jawbreaker! "YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Ned goes reeling backwards, the ropes altering his direction and putting him back towards Moracca. The Diablo ducks his head and snakes behind Ned, grabbing the blond mane and pulling him down into an inverted DDT! An instant cover accompanies the move... 1... 2... Singleton drags Moracca off the pin! And from there, Singleton then drags the Mexican to his feet and lifts him for a back suplex. Moracca tries to block the move, all for nought as Simon shifts gears and sits out, planting the luchador forwards with a modified faceplant! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Rolling his man over, Singleton stacks Moracca on his shoulders with the legs in hand... 1... 2... NO! SCHIAVONE This is all action here, a lot of punishment being dished out in a short time. We've got Blanchard busted open, Singleton is clearly weary, both Diablos are hurting now. This is gutcheck time. Who wants to go to the Anderson Cup Final? We'll find out, right after the break... don't go anywhere!! [b]COMMERCIAL BREAK[/b] We are BACK on HeldDOWN~! and there's no let up in the action! Simon stomps away on Moracca as he waits for Ned to get back up, Mariachi still virtually motionless across the ring. He'll have to wait a while for that as Ned is feeling the effects of the blood loss, so Simon instead pulls Moracca up. By the mask he tosses him head-first into the top turnbuckle, Moracca falling back out into a clubbing strike over the back. And again. Singleton then sets Moracca up on the top, sat facing out into the Albuquerque crowd and in a very precarious position as The Video Voyeur scales the corner behind him. SCHIAVONE What could Singleton have planned here? VENTURA Whatever it is, it won't be fun for Moracca. Up on the middle rope, Simon 'rolls cameras' before hooking up for a Back Superplex. Moracca wraps his legs tight around the metal turnbuckle to prevent being taken over however and starts to slam his elbow down into the back of the neck, softening Simon up until finally he falls off the turnbuckle. With Singleton down, Moracca then positions himself more comfortably up top, getting his footing and tumbling with a MOONSAU...NO! Singleton gets the knees up!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" VENTURA Well, a round about way of getting there, but definately not fun for Moracca. Singleton sits up and waits on Moracca to get back up. Or possibly for Ned to get him back up, The Handsome Hustler lifting Moracca up for a back suplex and Singleton assisting with a clothesline to add more impact to Moracca's eventually dumping!! Cover! 1... 2... SAVE BY MARIACHI!! "YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" Singleton jumps all over Mariachi for his insolence, clubbing away on the Mexican before manhandling him out of the ring and to the floor! Deciding there's no time like the present, The Beverly Hills Blonds now turn to each other and give the signal to end it. VENTURA I think that's a wrap Schiavone! SCHIAVONE It could be a wrap as far as Los Diablos' Anderson Cup campaign goes, if The Blonds can take advantage of this opportunity. Dragging Moracca up, Blanchard plants him centre of the ring with a scoop and a slam. The Blonds then head for opposite corners of the ring and for some rare high-risk for the duo, both exiting the ring and scaling the turnbuckles! Moracca is a sitting duck it seems as Singleton and Blanchard reach the top on their opposite sides, pointing to each other and milking the moment... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..." ...before taking off, showing great timing as they soar together with stereo splashes... *wham!* *wham!* "YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...and they BOTH find NO WATER IN THE POOL, narrowly avoiding a collision of heads as Moracca avoids both splashes!! SCHIAVONE Nobody home on the Atomic Blond! That's one for the Outtakes! Both Blonds hold their ribs as they help each other to their feet, the duo turning to see Mariachi back on the apron. Ned instinctively ducks but Simon isn't so lucky, taken down with a Springboard Seated Senton and getting a faceful of crotch on the compromising pin... 1... MORACCA CUTS OFF NED... 2... ...AND NED IS HELD OFF... KICKOUT!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" VENTURA Two and nine tenths, it doesn't get much closer than that! SCHIAVONE Los Diablos came within milliseconds of another huge upset! Mariachi waits on Simon, Ned and Moracca continuing to hold each other away from the action. As Singleton gets to his feet in comes Mariachi, leaping up and looking for a Hurricanrana...BLOCKED! Simon catches the legs and manoeuvers his man into a BOSTON CRAB!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Before Mariachi can even contemplate tapping though, Moracca breaks away... *SMACK!* "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" ...and clocks Simon in the back of the head with a Leaping Enziguri!! SCHIAVONE Back and forth, this is tremendous action here! VENTURA And all for a spot in the Anderson Cup Final! As Moracca turns around, Ned rushes at him with a wild clothesline. Moracca ducks the bloody Blanchard's swing however and hits the ropes, The Handsome Hustler turning around as the Mexican dives back at him. And he CATCHES him in a Bearhug, making a quick 180 and falling back, dropping Moracca throat-first across the top rope with the STUN GUN!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" VENTURA THAT'S IT! HE GOT HIM! Blanchard is frantic as he crawls over, turning Moracca onto his back and making the cover... 1... 2... 3 -NOO!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" VENTURA WHAT!? SCHIAVONE He kicked out! Jesse, he kicked out!! Yes, Moracca kicked out from the Stun Gun! Blanchard is beside himself, as surprised as Jesse Ventura at the kickout and furiously berating Charles Robinson for not coming up with the three! Wiping the blood from his eyes, Blanchard curses to himself. But he knows he has to finish sooner rather than later and drags Moracca back up, the choking luchador held by the mask... *SLAP!* ...and PAINTBRUSHED across the face! SCHIAVONE Come on! Applying another bearhug, Blanchard then hoists Moracca up and turns him towards the ropes for another Stun Gun. Back he falls, Moracca sent plummeting into the ropes... ...but he gets his hands up, pushing off the top rope AND COUNTERING WITH A SWINGING DDT!!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE UNBELIEVABLE COUNTER!! Momentum rolls Blanchard through, right into Mariachi! A boot doubled Ned up, cradling the arms with his back to The Handsome Hustler and dropping to his knees PLANTING HIM FACE-FIRST WITH THE SHEEP DIP!!! "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" As Blanchard's head bounces off the canvas for the second time in quick succession, Moracca dives on top with the cover, Mariachi dives on top of Singleton to prevent any chance of a save... 1... 2... 3!!!!!! "YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" SCHIAVONE YES! YES! THEY DID IT, THEY PULLED IT OFF!! LOS DIABLOS ARE GOING TO THE ANDERSON CUP FINAL!! Jesse can't believe it. Simon can't believe it. The crowd can't believe it. Los Diablos can scarcely believe it either. But as "It's Raining Men" hits its confirmed, Los Diablos have defeated The Beverly Hills Blonds and won the Los Infernales Conference! The flaming luchadors leap into each other's arms and embrace as Singleton can be seen glancing up open mouthed, eyes wide as saucers as the luchadors celebrate their unexpected victory! BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen... your winners of the match... AND, the winners of the Los Infernales Conference of the 2007 Anderson Cup... LLLOOOOOSSSSSS DDIIIIIIIAAAAAABBLLLLLLOOOOOOSSSSS DDEEEEEEEEE FFFFFFUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEGGOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! "YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Los Diablos slide out of the ring and metamorphasise into something like their old selves, celebrating with the first group of viral young fans they can find! The fans, possibly drunk, lap up the celebration with the masked Mexicans and don't mind the physical closeness the Diablos provide. In the ring, Simon Singleton kneels beside his fallen partner, still open-mouthed and in disbelief! SCHIAVONE Unbelieveable scenes in Albuquerque, New Mexico! What a meteoric rise for Los Diablos! From perennial underdogs, mocked for their flamboyant liestyle, to this moment... Los Diablos are going to the Anderson Cup Final! And I don't think many would have put money on this five weeks ago! VENTURA Not many would have put money on this five [i]minutes[/i] ago! Especially not me! SCHIAVONE But it's happened regardless! Los Diablos, going to Syndicated, February 24th! Who will they face? We'll find out later on here on OAOAST HeldDOWN~! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
