SYN: AC FINAL- Diablos vs. Enterprise

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SCHIAVONE
Welcome back to Syndicated, a much calmer Syndicated than when we left you. Tony Schiavone alongside Jesse "The Body" Ventura and Leon Rodez who has a date set for AngleMania VI. But right now, we need to focus on another AngleMania altering match as we are moments away from the finals of the 2007 Anderson Cup. Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright, representing The Enterprise, the Miracle Weirdness Connection Conference Champions, take on the surprise package of this and perhaps any other Anderson Cup, Los Diablos De Fuego the Los Infernales Conference Champions. Jesse, I guess it's pretty obvious what your thoughts are.

VENTURA
But that doesn't make them any the less valid. Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright have gone through The Love Doctors, HI-YAH Tag Team Champions for one year. They've gone through America's Team, the Tag Team World Cup finalists. And most importantly they defeated in my mind the best tag team in OAOAST history in Black T to make it to tonight. The torch was passed and I don't expect Teddy to drop it. Teddy and CW and are shoe-ins in my book.

SCHIAVONE
But Los Diablos are masters of upsetting the odds, as we've seen so far as they won their Conference from number five seeds.

VENTURA
They had plenty of luck along the way too. The old saying goes, 'sometimes it's better to be lucky than good' and Los Diablos typify that statement. However, The Anderson Cup Finals is not one of those times.

SCHIAVONE
Leon, who's your money on here?

LEON
Please. I haven't worked in four months, like I have money to put on anything.

SCHIAVONE
And with that, let's go to the ring!!



*DINGDING!*

BUFFER
The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is the FINAL of the 2007 Anderson Cup Competition! One fall, NO time-limit, there MUST be a winner! Your referee when the bell rings, Mister Charles Robinson.


"You break the laws
You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all
Come on come on, lovin' for the money
Come on come on, listen to the Money talk
Come on come on, lovin' for the money
Come on come on, listen to the Money talk
Money talks"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

"Money Talks" by AC/DC is welcomed by pretty much two people in the entire world. And seeing as those people are those in charge of the band's royalties, they don't count. The rest? Well, they boo their heads off, especially those in Cleveland, as Mackenzie DeCenzo leads the way. Behind her, both Theodore and Christian look more focused than usual, ahead of clearly the most important match either has been in.

BUFFER
Introducing first, team number one. Coming down the aisle, accompanied to the ring by The Enterprise's Chief Financial Officer, MACKENZIE DECENZO! At a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty two pounds. Representing The Enterprise... they are the 2007 Miracle Weirdness Connection Conference Champions... "THE NATURAL" CHRISTIAN WRIGHT and "THE BILLION DOLLAR HEIR", THEODORE MMMOOOONNEYMAKER!!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Christian and Moneymaker enter the ring and Moneymaker teases the crowd with his "money fingers" pose. The duo then begin to discard their entrance attire on the lowly peasant ring attendant.

SCHIAVONE
Well Leon, a man you're very familiar with in Christian Wright in with a huge opportunity here. He's changed a lot since you've been gone however with his induction into The Enterprise.

LEON
He's changed, yeah. Clearly not much for the better. Although, maybe I'm just bias.

VENTURA
Probably.


"Humidity's risin'
Barometer's getting low
According to all sources
The street's the place to go"

As the shower of gingerbread men, courtesy of course of Mrs. Spezia's Sweeties, fall from the ceiling to coincide with the entrance of Los Diablos de Fuego. Pink and yellow lights flash across the arena and disgust is already etched on Moneymaker's face, as the most flamboyant finalists in Anderson Cup history emerge and HUMP like there's no tommorrow to hump to!

"It's raining men - Hallejulah
It's raining men - Amen
It's raining men - Hallejulah
It's raining men - Amen"

BUFFER
And, their opponents! At a total combined weight of three hundred and fourty pounds... they are the 2007 Los Infernales Conference Champions! From sunny Cabo San Lucas... the sexist team in AAAAALL of Mehico! MORACCA and MARIACHI... LLLOOOOSSS DDIIIIIIAAAAAAAABBLLLLLLOOOOOOOSSSSS DDEEEEEEEEE FFFFFUUUUUEEEEEEEGGOOOOOOOOOO!!!

LEON
I've seen some things in my time. And, you know, that might sound like an off-hand little quip but believe me, when I say that I really mean that. This... this is 'interesting'.

Los Diablos, clearly delighted to be in Cleveland and even more delighted to be in Cleveland with each other make their unique way down the aisle, all being watched by The Enterprise duo. And they are NOT impressed. Not in the slightest. Moracca simply can't decide who his sombrero should go to, with so many hotties in Cleveland (his opinion, not mine). However, his choice becomes easier as he spots the announce table in the sky, collaring the poor ring attendant and gesturing wildly for her to make sure Leon gets the sombrero. Meanwhile, Mariachi rolls into the ring and sucks the middle prong of his pitchfork, freaking out Christian Wright in particular.

SCHIAVONE
So here we go, this year's Anderson Cup coming to a close with two surprise finalists. A new name will go on the honours list and one of these teams will go to AngleMania VI to challenge for the World Tag Team Championships.

VENTURA
And right now let's point out, CW and Teddy have beaten Los Diablos before. The same cannot be said the other way.

With the accessories and the entrances out of the way, we're left with our four finalists. Charles Robinson quickly warns Mackenzie that he's going to keep a close eye on her tonight, before signalling for 'one in, one out' on both sides. Los Diablos thankfully don't mis-interpretate that to mean anything dirty and they decide on Moracca starting, while on the other side it'll be Christian Wright to begin.

And after almost two months of action, the climax to the Anderson Cup is upon us!


*DINGDINGDING!*

Christian and Moracca circle for a moment, before The Natural suddenly ducks through the ropes as he decides he's not quite ready yet.

SCHIAVONE
As we said Leon, you're very familiar with Christian Wright. What's the secret to beating him?

LEON
You've got to frustrate him. He's got plenty of ability and when he dictates his slower pace he can rival a lot of guys on the roster, but the thing he lacks is a long temper and he's easily flustered. That's what I went in thinking at AngleSlam a couple of years ago and it worked for me. It's also why he went on such a long losing streak, because he let everything pile up on him and with every mistake, every loss, he lost his cool and paid for it.

Finally Christian is ready to go and tries to entice Moracca into a knucklelock. The flamboyant luchador takes a look at his opponent well built upper body. A long, lingering look. Before he eventually decides to oblige CW, locking the hands... and instantly finding himself over-powered! Christian powers Moracca down to his knees before kicking away one of the hands, wringing out the other arm and going into a hammerlock, then a rear waistlock. Despite the close physical contact Moracca looks for a way out and finds it with a sudden drop-down, breaking Wright's grip. As he hits the mat, Moracca rolls back into a wheelbarrow position, which CW is obviously unhappy with as he quickly liftss Moracca up. But he loses the slippery Mexican again and gets armdragged over, carrying on rolling until he hits the floor to break any momentum!

SCHIAVONE
First exchange goes in Los Diablos' favour and there you see, Mackenzie DeCenzo trying to prevent Christian from losing his cool.

VENTURA
That's easier said than done. You guys talk about flustering Christian? Well, Los Diablos are the masters of it, whether it's intentional or not.

Climbing back in Christian takes one look at Moracca and decides to let Theodore Moneymaker try his hand.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Laughing at the reception from the Cleveland crowd, Moneymaker again makes with the "money fingers". However, as Christian and Mackenzie frantically tell him to turn around, Moracca sneaks up on him and scores a roll-up...


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Moneymaker kicks out and ducks Moracca's imminent attack on the way up. Nobody home though, Moracca diving over top and pulling Teddy into a sunset flip...


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Kickout again. Again Moracca is a step ahead of Moneymaker, ducking a wild clothesline and pulling him down with a Crucifix...


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Another kickout! Moneymaker scrambles back to his feet again and finally he gets the jump on Moracca, catching him coming in with a knee to the gut! Looking mighty relieved he then whips Moracca off into the ropes, ducking his head early. Too early as it turns out, Moracca putting on the brakes and using Theodore's well groomed locks to plant him face-first into the canvas with a Faceplant! Worried about his rugged good looks Moneymaker checks his face as he gets to his feet, not realising his ring positioning until Moracca's clothesline sends up and over the top, Teddy's face bouncing off the ring apron for good measure!!

"YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

SCHIAVONE
It's not just their 'antics' that'll fluster you though, Los Diablos can more than accomplish that with their speed alone as Theodore Moneymaker is finding out!

Christian and Mackenzie rush around to their boss and check his face for damage, while Moracca returns to his corner and exchanges a hug with Mariachi.

"LOS DI - AB - LOS!"
*clap clap clapclapclap!*
"LOS DI - AB - LOS!"
*clap clap clapclapclap!*

WRIGHT
SILENCE!!

"LOS DI - AB - LOS!"
*clap clap clapclapclap!*

Apparantly there's no lasting damage done to Theodore, the melodramatic concern from Mackenzie and Christian all for nothing really. Mariachi has made the tag meanwhile and waits in the ring for Moneymaker, who brushes his associates off and slides into the ring, pointing the finger at the Diablo and telling him he's 'gonna pay!'

Presumably, that'll be after he eats a drop toehold.

"YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!"

Moneymaker holds his face again as he climbs back up, Mariachi brushing past him on the way to the ropes and then ducking another wild Moneymaker swing. As he approaches the other side of the ring Mariachi suddenly leaps to the middle rope, twisting in mid-air and wiping out Moneymaker with a crossbody...


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Kickout!

Rolling across the ring, Mariachi creates some distance as Moneymaker rushes to his feet and charges the luchador. A leapfrog saves Mariachi though. And as Theodore then stops just short of the ropes, he lands a dropkick, again pitching The Billion Dollar Heir up and over the top, this time frontways and bouncing off the top rope before ending up in a heap on the floor!

SCHIAVONE
And Moneymaker, right back out to the floor! Safe to say, this isn't going too well for The Enterprise.

LEON
If Moneymaker and Wright are The Enterprise, does that make Los Diablos Klingons?

VENTURA
In more ways then one, yes.

Moneymaker starts to cuss up a storm on the outside, Mackenzie covering her mouth in shock being the refined woman that she is. As Theodore takes his frustrations out on the ring skirt it's left to Christian to calm his partner down, Mariachi and Moracca watching all this and surely loving it.

LEON
I tell you what, you can't judge that book by it's cover, I know. But can you imagine Los Diablos challenging for the World Tag Team Titles at AngleMania?

VENTURA
No.

SCHIAVONE
Well, if they get there, nobody can argue that they don't deserve it. Anyone who wins the Anderson Cup earns it.

Back inside climbs Moneymaker now and he looks to slow the pace down as he dares Mariachi into a test of strength. Despite his partner not faring too well earlier with this tactic Mariachi takes the bait... suckering himself into a boot to the gut from Moneymaker!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

VENTURA
Haha, there we go! Los Diablos have got speed to spare, but brains not so much.

Moneymaker doubles Mariachi up with the boot and quickly taps his temple to show he has the brains, before lifting Mariachi's head up...


*SLAP!*

"WHOOOOOOOO!"

...and leathering him with a knifedge chop! A clubbing overhand right drops Mariachi back to the canvas, Moneymaker able to dictate the pace now and looking much more comfortable for it. Front facelock applied, Moneymaker takes Mariachi up and over with a Vertical Suplex and pins him down with a tight cover...


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Kickout!

By the mask Moneymaker keeps hold of Mariachi and he reaches back with his foot, allowing Christian Wright to tag himself back in. The Natural steps in and waits as Moneymaker whips Mariachi across the ring. A hard back elbow cuts Mariachi down, Wright making the cover...


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...and getting two. So, Wright sits Mariachi up and applies a chinlock, looking to wear Mariachi down.

SCHIAVONE
The Enterprise now able to dictate the pace and all of a sudden, this Anderson Cup Final has taken a different complexion.

VENTURA
I've been saying it all along, it's better to be lucky than good sometimes, but tonight is not one of those times. Moneymaker and Wright are a rock solid tag team, a very old school vibe to them. They might not be able to pull off crazy armdrags and moonflips like Los Diablos, but they know how to win matches.

Mariachi doesn't stay grounded for long, humping the energy in the air created by the Cleveland fans. He then goes to the gut with an elbow. Again. And a third time, breaking the chinlock! Mariachi then dives and makes the tag in to Moracca!

LEON
Didn't do such a good job cutting off the ring...

Climbing straight to the top, Moracca sets and soars...




...AND GETS SPEARED OUT OF MID-AIR!!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

LEON
...that was okay though.

Wright quickly hooks the leg and demands the count from referee Robinson...


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NO!

Growling under his breath, Wright grabs one of Moracca's limp legs and drags him across the ring towards The Enterprise's corner. Tag made to Theodore Moneymaker who climbs in and heads straight to the middle rope, dropping his forearm directly across the head from the second floor! Another cover...


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Another kickout!

Having just returned to his corner, Mariachi is surprised by Moneymaker, rushing across the ring and barging him off the apron to ringside! He manages to avoid the ring steps and with a rush of Latino blood slides back in, only to be cut off by referee Charles Robinson. With the referee's back turned, that allows Mackenzie to come into play. She quickly grabs CW's briefcase and as Wright holds Moracca wide open, Mackenzie JAMS THE CORNER OF THE BRIEFCASE INTO THE RIBS!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Moracca throws a fit clutching his ribs (Brutus Beefcake style), damage clearly done by the metal briefcase. As Mariachi retreats from the ring that's all referee Robinson sees though, Mackenzie 'innocently' checking to see if the briefcase has been properly locked.

SCHIAVONE
Now come on Jesse, you can't condone that.

VENTURA
You obviously don't know me very well after all these years then.

SCHIAVONE
Nevermind better to be lucky than good, now it's 'better to cheat than to win fairly'?

VENTURA
I never said that. However, something along the lines of 'it's better to win at any cost than lose' wouldn't be so far from the truth.

SCHIAVONE
Jesse, that's cheating, plain and simple. That's grounds for a disqualification...

LEON
Oh, you two! Like a married couple you are.

SCHIAVONE & VENTURA
...

With the referee back in position, Moneymaker stops Moracca writhing for long enough to make the pin...


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No! Kickout, not very convincing though.

SCHIAVONE
In all seriousness, Moracca is in a very bad way after that briefcase shot. He might have broken a couple of ribs.

LEON
And hair grows back, but Beefcake, your ribs, they may not grow back the right way!

SCHIAVONE
...

LEON
Sorry, Curt Hennig flashback. Uhm, yeah, ribs are a neccessary part of today's modern society.

The Enterprise make another exchange and in comes Christian again. Whether Moneymaker saw what happened or not isn't clear, but Wright knows exactly what happened and goes right after the ribs with his stomps! Moracca howls out in pain from behind his pink mask as Wright tries to grind Moracca's ribs into pieces with the heel of his boot!

"CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!"
"CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!"
"CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!"

WRIGHT
SILENCE!!

"CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!"
"CHRIS - TIAN SUCKS!"

LEON
He should really save his breath. They're never going to 'SILENCE' at his say-so and he needs to get over it.

Pulling Moracca to his feet, Christian aims him to the far most set of turnbuckles and puts all of his two hundred twenty five pounds behind an irish whip...


...Moracca clattering out of the corner like a train hitting the buffers!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

VENTURA
It's only a matter of time if Moracca's ribs really are bust. If you can't breath, you can't fight.

Wright is able to take his time now, literally [i]strolling[/i] across the ring. He might as well have a bowler hat on and a newspaper in his hand. Apart from the bare chest, nobody would bat an eyelid where he to walk down the business district of Wallstreet. By the mask he pulls Moracca back to his feet, executing a simple scoop and a slam to position Moracca in the middle of the ring. For a lateral press...


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Shoulder up.

Again Moracca has to be forceably dragged to his feet by The Natural, barely able to stand on his own power without crouching over in pain. Wright doesn't help matters by pulling him into a short knee to the gut. And a second short knee strike. Wringing out the arm, CW then whips Moracca into the ropes and leaves the knee trailing again. This time though, it's not just for the strike, it's to ensnare the labouring Luchador into the time-tested Abdominal Stretch!!

VENTURA
Always a painful hold, but especially so with hurting ribs.

SCHIAVONE
Especially so after a briefcase to the ribs as well.

LEON
Burn! You're not giving that up, are you?

With no problems stretching out the one hundred and seventy one pounder, Wright is able to jawjack with Mariachi in the meantime. Of course, Mariachi is Mexican. Which is tough, because most English speaking humans don't have any idea what Christian is talking about half the time, let alone those to whom it's a second language.

"MO - RA - CCA!"
"MO - RA - CCA!"
"MO - RA - CCA!"
"MO - RA - CCA!"

The crowd start to sense their beloved luchador is in trouble as Charles Robinso checks for a submission and start to get behind him. With the referee's line of vision changed though, it allows Christian to reach back...




...AND LINK ARMS WITH MONEYMAKER DOWN THE APRON!!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

SCHIAVONE
Again, behind the referee's back more blatant cheating! Is this what you mean by 'old school' Jesse?

VENTURA
It's what I mean when I say they're successful!

Howls from the fans and from Mariachi alert Charles Robinson to the problem. Well, the source, not actually what it is. Theodore Moneymaker changes the subject when Robinson confronts him and claims the reason he's halfway down the apron is because Mariachi is. The last part is true and that causes Robinson to go over to him, ALLOWING CHRISTIAN AND MONEYMAKER TO LINK ARMS AGAIN!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

VENTURA
Haha, Theodore Moneymaker with the referee in the palm of his hand! This is the secret to great tag team wrestling!

LEON
It wasn't when me and Zack held the titles.

VENTURA
And you lost them to The Beverly Hills Blonds. Enough said.

The added leverage has Moracca wailing in pain, Moneymaker and Wright releasing hands just in time to avoid being caught. With the added leverage gone Wright then decides to drop the submission, shoving Moracca down and cradling him into a pin...


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NO!

Wright brings Moneymaker back into the match now, Teddy sauntering over and slamming a boot into the back of Moracca's head. As much of an insult as a damaging strike, The Billion Dollar Heir laughing it up at the luchador's expense. He then picks Moracca up and executes a quick Gutwrench Suplex, straight into the pin...


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SHOULDER UP!

MONEYMAKER
C'MON REFEREE!!

Taking his frustrations out, Moneymaker sits Moracca up and DRIVES the knee down the length of the spine! And a second time! He then throws Moracca down again, covers...


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KICKOUT!

SCHIAVONE
One thing you can't deny is the heart of Los Diablos.

VENTURA
Oh, they've got plenty of guts. More than brains, that's the problem.

Another tag is made between The Enterprise and they set Moracca up, pulling him first out of the corner and then right back in spine-first! Moracca crumbles in the corner as Wright places a foot across the throat, cutting off the oxygen to the luchador's lungs for four very crucial seconds before breaking.

"LOS DI - AB - LOS!"
*clap clap clapclapclap!*
"LOS DI - AB - LOS!"
*clap clap clapclapclap!*

Pulling Moracca out of the corner, Wright scoops the Diablo into his arms. And in a rare show of raw power he's able to then press the luchador up and over his head, just long enough to drop him STOMACH FIRST ACROSS THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!


*CLANG!*

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

LEON
Oh, he missed the padding and hit the outside of the buckle!

SCHIAVONE
And if Moracca's ribs weren't injured before then they certainly are now!

Moracca lies across the top turnbuckle in agony, Mariachi complaining to referee Robinson about the tactics. Aside from a warning there's not much he can do though and Wright clearly isn't listening as he brushes Robinson away. Climbing to the middle rope, Wright drags Moracca around until he's more upright on the turnbuckle. He then hooks the head and the tights, taking a quick glance behind him at the exact spot he expect to land...






...AND DOES, WITH A SUPERPLEX ON MORACCA!!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

SCHIAVONE
Superplex off the top!

VENTURA
That's it Schiavone, he's just gotta make the cover!

LEON
Easier said than done though guys, that move took a lot out of Wright too.

Indeed it did and both men are down. Mariachi clearly worried in the corner as Mackenzie pounds on the ring apron to encourage her man on. Eventually Wright does start to move and crawls across, making sure he gets a firm body to body pin on Moracca rather than just an arm...


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NOO!!

"YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Even that isn't enough!

MONEYMAKER
AGAIN! AGAIN!

If at first you don't succeed...


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No!


...uhm, third time's the charm...


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No!

...and I'm all out of clichés. And Wright is all out of pins, joining Teddy and Mackie in venting his frustration at referee Robinson.

SCHIAVONE
The Enterprise beginning to get a little frustrated here at not being able to put Moracca away!

LEON
This is what The Anderson Cup means. Well, so I hear, I've never been in it. Makes you wonder why I'm here really!

Even now, Moracca still shows some fight and tries to crawl to his corner. Not happening though as he's dragged away and to his feet. Wright lands a European Uppercut on Moracca before going over, making the tag to Moneymaker.

"MO - RA - CCA!"
"MO - RA - CCA!"
"MO - RA - CCA!"
"MO - RA - CCA!"

Scoop and a slam by Moneymaker, positions Moracca right by the Enterprise corner. Climbing up onto the middle rope, facing out into the crowd, The Billion Dollar Heir then takes a moment to taunt the crowd, giving them the "money fingers" taunt again. Even Mackenzie and Wright join in this time, while Teddy takes a last glance back and flops backwards, with the back elbow from the second...



...BUT BY THE TIM HE GETS THERE, MORACCA HAS MOVED!!

"YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

WRIGHT
:O

MACKENZIE
:O

Moneymaker ends up tumbling head over heels, flat on his face as he comes to a rest. Meanwhile, Moracca is crawling in search of the corner, Mariachi begging him to get there and tag him in! And perhaps some other actions, a little less conventional.

Christian Wright wants to witness neither though and sneaks in, grabbing Moracca by the ankle and holding him at bay!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Hopping on one foot is hard enough with pristine ribs, let alone the aching ones Moracca is running on. However, he manages it, getting up onto a standing foot and throwing an Enziguri... DUCKED! Moracca saves himself from landing face-first however and rolls forward, which sends Wright lurching forwards head over heels! Rolling back to his feet, Wright tries to cut Moracca off again. This time, a little more vociferously. A little too much so maybe, as Moracca dodges his charge and with a free run to the corner...





...HE GETS THE TAG!!!!!

"YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

LEON
Cue the Mariachi band!

In comes the fresh luchador and he is a HOUSE EN FUEGO~! as he rushes in, taking out Wright with a One-Footed Dropkick, right to the mouth! Moneymaker returns to his feet and soon regrets it. In dives Moracca, hooking the head and spinning him around 180 with a Swinging DDT!

SCHIAVONE
The tide has well and truly turned! Mariachi, running riot!

VENTURA
Like only a Mexican can, right?

Off the ropes comes Mariachi now and as Wright ducks his head, Mariachi bunny-hops him and snares the far arm on his way over, taking him over with a modified armdrag. Wright rolls straight back to his feet and earns a lucha shoulder pop, setting him in place as Mariachi again hits the ropes. Drop down by CW forces Mariachi up and over, the pink luchador leaping to the middle rope and somersaulting backwards with a Quebrada Press than folds CW in half!!

"YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!"

Seeing as Wright isn't the legal man Mariachi is quickly back to his feet and focuses on Theodore Moneymaker. Still down, The Billion Dollar Heir is a sitting duck as Mariachi tumbles with a Somersault Legdrop, right across the throat! And the cover...


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Broken up by CWii

VENTURA
There's only so long one man can fight off two, no matter how 'fiery' and speedy they are.

Wright hooks on a waistlock to pull Mariachi up, the luchador kicking his legs like a child in a strop. A succession of forearms over the back soften him up before the waistlock re-attaches and he looks for a German Suplex...


...NO! Mariachi lands a hard elbow to block. Hooking the head, Mariachi then makes for the nearest set of ropes and scales them one by one before hitting the SLICED BREAD #2!!

LEON
It's the best thing since Sliced Bread #1!

As he hits the canvas Wright immediately going rolling out of the ring. Caught up in the moment Mariachi intends to follow him as he runs the ropes. However, Theodore Moneymaker puts pay to that, getting to his feet just in time to wipe him out with a lunging Lariat!!

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Mariachi almost goes inside out from the shot, which might have been a kinder landing than the one he gets on his neck. Rolling him over, Moneymaker covers Mariachi...


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Only two!

Still a little shaken Moneymaker sits Mariachi up. And, tired of dealing with these Mexicans, he decides to go for the finish as he clamps on the BANK VAULT!!

"YYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAA...


...well, ALMOST clamps it in, as Mariachi tumbles to the side before the hands can lock, causing Moneymaker to go rolling with him. Both men come back to their feet at the same time and Teddy looks for a quick boot. However Mariachi catches it, leaving The Billion Dollar Heir hopping hopelessly on one foot before snaring him over with a Dragon Screw!

LEON
That's a good way to tear a knee ligament, trust me.

Rolling through with the screw, Mariachi now steps through and tries to lace up the legs for the Escorpión. Moneymaker is far from an easy target yet though and uses his leg strength to push the luchador away. Tucking and rolling, Mariachi is up before Moneymaker though and ducks underneath a clothesline. It's Moneymaker who keeps on going into the ropes this time. And a drop toehold scythes him down, bouncing face-first off the canvas as Mariachi tumbles over top into the Oklahoma Roll...


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NO!!

Both men scramble up...



...not noticed by the masses, distracted by Moracca running down the apron with the Apron Run Cannonball...







...but Mackenzie drags Christian Wright to safety by the arm...



*THUD!*


...AND MORACCA ENDS UP SOMERSAULTING FLAT BANG ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!!!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

SCHIAVONE
MORACCA CRASHES AND BURNS!!

VENTURA
He is done Schiavone! It's down to two on one now and like I said, you can only fight those odds for so long!

LEON
Nevermind three on one, which it's as good as now.

Back in the ring and Mariachi is taking the fight to Moneymaker with a flurry of quick right jabs. With Theodore backed into a corner Mariachi pops up, executing a picture perfect Dropkick that has Moneymaker bouncing back into the turnbuckles, slumping against the middle buckle. Mariachi then gives 'the signal', the signal that can only mean... some sort of spinning move.

Noteably a Tornado DDT, hooking on a front facelock from the middle rope. Off he leaps, bringing Moneymaker around the world with him for a second time in the match...



...but Moneymaker hangs on and throws him off safely. Mariachi puts on the brakes and hits the accelerator, going underneath a clothesline from Moneymaker on the way to the ropes. A back elbow has the same result, Mariachi running into the ropes just as Mackenzie DeCenzo appears in shot with the briefcase wielded...






...but Mariachi leaps to the middle rope and springs away before she can strike!! The luchador then points the finger at Ms. DeCenzo, who tries her best to look innocent...



...long enough for Christian Wright to scramble up the steps, across the apron AND HANG MARIACHI'S THROAT ACROSS THE TOP ROPE!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

SCHIAVONE
Mackenzie with the distraction! Christian with the hotshot! Damn it, it IS three on one!!

Mariachi's neck whiplashes off of the ring rope and he stumbles backwards, right into Theodore Moneymaker. A hard knee to the kidneys sets him up, clamping hold of the arm AND LOCKING HIM INTO THE BANK VAULT!!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

VENTURA
It's over Schiavone!

SCHIAVONE
Moracca is down and hurt, no-one to save Mariachi. He needs a miracle here...

But none seems to be coming. Instead, the luchador simply seems to be going limp. 


Mackenzie watches intently on the floor, Wright on the apron...






...as Mariachi flails...






...hopes for a save...







...AND GIVES UP BEFORE HE PASSES OUT!!!


"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

*DINGDINGDING!*

VENTURA
THAT'S IT! Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright win it, they're the Anderson Cup Champions!

LEON
Just brilliant.

Mackenzie looks like she's about to faint, acting as if she just won an Oscar rather than witnessed her charges pick up a victory in the Anderson Cup. She and Christian embrace as Moneymaker releases the Cobra Clutch Sleeper, laughing away at the top of his lungs as Mariachi chokes for breath underneath him.

BUFFER
Ladies and gentlemen... here are your winners... and, the 2007 ANDERSON CUP CHAMPIONS!!! The team of CHRISTIAN WRIGHT and THEODORE MONEYMAKER!!!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Absolutely elated, Mackenzie whoops for joy. Wright meanwhile slides into the ring and shakes hands with Moneymaker, a manly hug between the two rugged males not going down well, which is ironic considering who they just beat.

SCHIAVONE
The Enterprise have pulled it off, they've won the Anderson Cup! In the end it was relatively comfortable, although we shouldn't discount the role Mackenzie DeCenzo played...

VENTURA
Yes we should! Nothing should cloud the issue, Theodore Moneymaker and Christian Wright have done it. They beat The Love Doctors, they beat Benjamin and Moss, they beat Black T and now deservedly they're going to AngleMania VI to challenge for the OAOAST World Tag Team Titles. What a rise for a team only months in the making, a relative newcomer and a former Rookie Of The Year with a crisis of confidence, to achieve this here tonight! I won't have you taking anything away from them, either of you, they earned the Anderson Cup just like any other team would have done! More so! I tell ya what, this is an amazing moment!

SCHIAVONE
Los Diablos shouldn't be discounted, they put in a tremendous effort this year. But it was just one match too many, one upsets too many to pull.

VENTURA
But tonight is Theodore and Christian's night! Forget Los Diablos, they're the runners-up and nobody remember the runners-up! Give it up for The Enterprise.

SCHIAVONE
The Enterprise will be going to AngleMania and with that, we leave you for Syndicated. From Tony Schiavone, Jesse "The Body" and Leon Rodez, we'll see you Thursday night for HeldDOWN~!

As The Enterprise continue to celebrate, The Beverly Hills Blonds begin to make their way down. A huge explosion of confetti erupts in the rafters and the Anderson Cup Champions revel in it all, despite the boos of the fans. And it's this scene that we leave Syndicated on. An unhappy one for many. But a perfect one for The Enterprise. They're going to AngleMania.


MONEYMAKER
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