Tony149 0 Report post Posted May 10, 2007 [i]Humidity's risin' Barometer's getting low According to all sources The street's the place to go[/i] Los Diablos de Fuego prance onto the pink and yellow lit stage and shake their booties in front of a hostile crowd, concluding with a kiss on both cheeks and a :D. [i]It's raining men - Hallelujah It's raining men - Amen It's raining men - Hallelujah It's raining men - Amen[/i] BUFFER The following contest LIVE on TSM is scheduled for one fall. Currently on the way to the ring, alongside his partner MARIACHI, one half of the sexiest tag team in all of Mexico, Los Diablos de Fuego…MORACCA! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Unaccustomed to the role of villain, Los Diablos are a bit perplexed at first but go on with their routine, bumping and grinding on the guardrails, but it’s when Moracca is shunned attempting to hand his sombrero to one “lucky” male ringside that they understand the gravity of the situation. COLE One of our more popular teams, although you wouldn’t know it based on their reception here tonight -- and you’ll learn why in just a minute -- Los Diablos de Fuego are making their return to the OAOAST following a successful tour in their homeland. They weren’t alone either, tagging along with Rescue 911. COACH They say it was a business trip, but my sources say it was really a romantic getaway! Ever since Officer Bosley and EMT Tim saved Los Diablos de Fuego from attack weeks ago those flaming luchadors have been lusting over them as much as Holly-Wood has over Rico de Janeiro. COLE Los Diablos sexual preference is no secret, and while they may very well love a man in uniform, when it comes to wrestling it’s all business. [i]Easy lover She'll get a hold on you believe it Like no other Before you know it you'll be on your knees[/i] The crowd ERUPTS as “Sweet” Lucius Soul struts out through the sliding doors, followed by Rico de Janeiro, stroking his porno moustache as only he can. BUFFER His opponent, accompanied by fellow home wrecker Rico de Janeiro, from the Big Easy! New Orleans, Louisiana, here is…”SWEET” LUCIUS SOOOOOOOOUL!! “YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COACH Listen to this ovation, Cole! You’d think the Saints just won the Super Bowl. COLE Perhaps the only part of the country the reigning HI-YAH tag team champions are popular in. One place in particular where they’re very unpopular is Sin City, home of the Heavenly Rockers. After what they did to them last week, I’d be watching over my shoulder at all times. We go to a wide shot as the Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew stop to chat with a couple of college chicks ringside? Why? Because they FLASH Soul and de Janeiro for a pair of beads! SOUL Awwww, DAYUM! Rico gestures for the girls to call him after the show as Soul and Moracca remove the pre-match attire and prepare for battle. Mariachi with a nice hard slap on the ass for his partner. MORACCA :D * DINGDINGDING * The bell sounds and both competitors are ready to go, that is until Moracca spots the pick on Soul’s afro. Lucius is all like, my bad, and tosses it to Rico. COACH No harm, no foul. COLE (sarcastically) I’m sure Lucius simply forgot he had the pick in his hair. We all know he’s above bending the rules. To show there was no ill intent Lucius offers his hand in sportsmanship. The trustworthy hombre that he is Moracca accepts…and has the tasted slapped out of his mouth! “YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Lucius follows up with a big right hand, proclaiming “That’s for the ‘fro, yo!” Referring to an incident that occurred in the Los Diablos-Homewrecking Crew Anderson Cup bout where the masked homie dared to stroke Soul’s trademark afro. Feeling he can do no wrong in front of his home crowd Lucius whips Moracca into the ropes and paint brushes him after a drop toehold, then struts off to comb the ‘fro. “LUCIUS SOUL!” *clap*clap*clap*clap*clap* “LUCIUS SOUL!” *clap*clap*clap*clap*clap* COLE Do not adjust your sets, ladies and gentlemen. You are witnessing a first, as the fans of New Orleans are solidly behind their favorite son, “Sweet” Lucius Soul. Moracca receives some words of encouragement from Mariachi before locking up with Sweetness, who snags him in a side headlock. Moracca shoots him off and is leveled on the rebound by a shoulder tackle. He rolls onto his stomach as Soul hits the ropes and skips over the top, and then under a leapfrog on the way back and right into a SPIN WHEEL KICK! ONE… Soul refuses to stay down, even for a extra second to recoup, and kicks out at one. A series of forearm shivers leave Lucius jelly-legged, but not for long, as he drives the knee into the midsection and whips Moracca into the far corner. Lucius calls on everyone to come aboard the Sooooul Train (had to work that in somewhere, folks) and charges forward, leaping into the corner from midring while rotating 360° to splash… COACH Soul Brother Splash! ….NOTHING BUT TURNBUCKLE! “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!” COLE The lights were on but nobody was home. Moracca moving out of the way just in the nick of time! Things go from bad to worse for Soul and his supporters, as Moracca wrenches the arm and rubs his genitals across his opponent’s hand! Freaked out beyond belief Soul allows himself to be lifted in a pump handle…but he manages to float over the top and nail Moracca with a BICYCLE KICK! “YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Lucius doesn’t even bother attempting a pin, picking Moracca up from the mat to deliver a BUTTERFLY BACKBREAKER… COACH Welcome to Nawlins, “homie“! …followed by a SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP! ONE… TWO… THR-- NO! Soul raises Moracca’s shoulders off the mat. COLE Come on, Lucius! You had the match won right there. COACH The Soul Man isn’t through yet, Mikey, he still wants to put on a show for his people. COLE It’s not like its going to help rebuild the city. He’s trying to embarrass the youngster. COACH Los Diablos do that just walking out here. Scoop and a…SMALL PACKAGE! COLE Moracca rolls him up! ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! Both men hurry to their feet. Soul misses a wild clothesline and nearly loses his balance as Moracca races towards the ropes. SPRINGBOARD CROSS BODY…INTO THE POUNCE!! “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” COLE Oh, my! COACH You’ll see that in the opening next week. Lucius pops up with a bounce to his step, feeling the ‘fro as he struts around Moracca’s body. The fans rise in unison as they know what’s next. Soul places both hands besides his ears to signal it’s bedtime. He drapes Moracca across his shoulders and flips him over the top, dropping him face-first onto his knee! COLE Fro 2 Sleep! That will do it. ONE… TWO… THREE!!! “YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” * DINGDINGDING * BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…”SWEET” LUCIUS SOOOOOOOOUL!! After Soul’s hand is raised he decides to put the boots to Moracca. Mariachi comes to his partner’s aid but is knocked down by Rico, who Soul assists in giving the luchador a SPIKE PILEDRIVER! Moracca is then lifted for a suplex, his legs grabbed on the way over by Soul, and planted with a sit out power bomb/neck breaker combo! COACH Coup de Mardi Gras! COLE Somebody get them out of the ring! Once the damage is done the Mardi Gras Homewrecking Crew are more than pleased to leave the area, high-fiving fans on their way backstage. COLE We'll be back. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
