Tony149 0 Report post Posted December 12, 2007 (edited) BUFFER The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the ONE & ONLY WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP! [size="3"][color="#FF00FF"][b]It's raining men - Hallelujah It’s raining men - Amen[/b][/color][/size] Pink and yellow lights flash across the arena as Los Diablos dance out with each other, bumping and grinding on the way down the ramp and getting a little nasty with some of the male fans in the front rows. One lucky dude receives Moracca’s sombrero and a kiss on the cheek from both Diablos. BUFFER Introducing first, the challengers…from beautiful, sunny Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, total combine weight 350 pounds… LOS DIABLOS DE FFFFFUUUUUEEEEEEEGGOOOOOOOOOO!! “YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Now in the ring, Mariachi stares seductively into the camera while sucking on the middle prong of his pitch fork. COLE Here with go with the continuation of a feud that started a couple months back when the Heavenly Rockers heinously attacked Los Diablos in order to send a message to those who seek their World tag team championship. After a couple of weeks away Los Diablos returned with vengeance on their minds, much like another team, the Lone Star Gunslingers who on Wednesday, January 3rd, 2008 will face the Heavenly Rockers no matter tonight’s outcome at the New Year’s Spectacular. COACH Ask and you shall receive. The Gunslingers wanted a shot at the Heavenly Rockers, and now they have it. It’s going to be second verse, same as the first. [i][size=4][color="#FF0000"][b]HEY WAIT I GOT A NEW COMPLAINT![/b][/color][/size][/i] BUFFER Now playing, COLONEL ABULLAH NERDLY presents in association with HOLLY-WOOD the GREATEST rock 'n' wrestling band of AAAAALLLL-time, the reigning and defending tag team champions of the woooorld...THE HEAVENLYYYYYYY RRRRRROOOOOOOOOCCKKEEEEEEERRRRRRRSSSSSSS! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Synth and Logan feed off the crowd’s hostility, agitating numerous spectators on their jog down the ramp. COLE What a year it’s been for these men. They started as one of the most popular tag teams in the OAOAST, and they’ll finish 2007 as the most hated. COACH Sure they lost a fan here and there, but look at what they got in return -- the One & Only World tag team championship. You can’t argue with results. * DINGDINGDING * Synth and Moracca start out with a collar-and-elbow tie-up, and the Synthmeister muscles him to the ground, but the flaming luchador is able to use his speed to escape and return to a vertical base. Synth nods in sign of respect, then kicks Moracca in the gut as they lean in to lockup. Big right hand staggers the masked man, who Synth introduces to the turnbuckle. Caught in the wrong side of town Moracca quickly fights out of the Heavenly Rockers corner, knocking the champions on their asses! Synth and Logan charge at Moracca, but Mariachi comes in to even the odds and a pier-six brawl breaks loose! “YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” On the receiving end of an ass-kicking the Heavenly Rockers bail to the floor. Holly lifts Logan’s spirit with a peck on the lips and a shoulder massage as Colonel Abdullah instructs his men on how to proceed. COLE The Colonel trying to calm Synth and Logan the best he can, as Los Diablos have come ready to fight. And it’s not hard to figure out why with the tag titles on the line. The action resumes with Logan Mann as the legal participant, and he sweeps Moracca off his feet with a leg trip. Logan tries grabbing the leg but Moracca shuns his attempts again and again. Logan continuing to go to the well despite the sign that reads out of water, figuratively speaking of course. Mann slows the pace at the order of Colonel Abdullah, locking up with Moracca only to be placed in a side headlock. A tag is made and Logan immediately backs away to avoid a double-team. *clap*clap*clap*clap* As Leon Rodez did last week, Mariachi rallies the crowd behind him, irking the greatest rock ’n’ wrestling band of all-time. Logan wins the lockup that ensues, trapping Mariachi in a headlock of his own, but he’s shot off into the ropes and floored by a dropkick! Logan shakes it off and hooks ‘em up again, this time going under to apply a hammerlock…which Mariachi counters with a drop toehold and a yell of “GIDDY UP” as he rides the Macho MACHO Mann, slapping that ass like only he can! “YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” COACH The indignity of it all. Logan complains to the ref, who actually warns Mariachi about his actions, allowing Mann to blindside him! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Mariachi’s worked over in the corner and shot across to other, but he displays that flexible body of his and floats over the top as Logan charges in, nailing him with a dropkick flush to the jaw! Synth enters and meets the same result. Scoop and a slam x2 for the Heavenly Rockers, causing the champions to hightail it again! COLE Los Diablos have the champions flustered, Coach. They didn’t prepare for this line of attack. COACH Absolutely not. When you talk about Los Diablos you think high flying, but tonight it’s a whole other story. It’s no secret the Heavenly Rockers aren’t the most polished wrestlers in the world. They’re more of a brawling type with a few moves thrown in and Los Diablos know that and are exploiting it. Sound strategy from the flaming luchadors, if you can believe that. Single-leg trip enables Mariachi to drag Synth to the corner. Los Diablos tag in their special way (kiss on the cheek) and then use Synth to make a wish! The Synthmeister rolls out to the floor and lies on his back in pain, kicking his legs in a cartoonish matter until Moracca flattens him with a CANNONBALL SPLASH FROM THE APRON!! “YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Synth is tossed back in and covered. ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! Tag made, and Los Diablos whips Synth in for a DOUBLE TILT-A-WHIRL PANCAKE! ONE… TWO… SAVE BY LOGAN! Logan and Mariachi get into it, causing the referee to get in between as Moracca executes a beautiful flying head scissors takedown on Synth. Then a second one, but Logan breaks away from the ref/Mariachi and grabs the back of Moracca’s head as he leaps over the top and clotheslines the flaming luchador down on the rope! “OH!” Illegal switch by the champions and Logan puts the boots to Moracca, laying the badmouth to him in the process. Irish whip, but Moracca reverses and Logan counters with a spinning neck breaker on the rebound! ONE… TWO… THR-- KICKOUT! LOGAN :huh COL. ABDULLAH :firedevil: Logan rams Moracca into the knee of Synth and tags out. Synth throws Moracca outside and SPITS IN MARIACHI’S FACE, baiting him inside as Holly whips his partner towards Logan for a big clothesline! COACH There’s the key to a successful marriage, Cole -- communication. Another illegal switch by the Heavenly Rockers and Logan makes Moracca pay with a top rope axe handle smash. ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! Moracca’s sent for the ride and placed in a lost treasure of wrestling, the ABDOMINAL STRETCH (we can only go so far with backstage segments to kill 2 hours of TV). If the hold wasn’t painful enough, Synth gives Logan extra leverage by pulling on his hand. COLE Look behind you, ref. What are you, blind? From Cole’s lips to referee Earl Hebner’s ears, but the Heavenly Rockers improvise as they’re about to be caught in the act and tag. A scoop and a slam later, the Synthmeister heads to the middle rope and drops the elbow…ON NOTHING BUT CANVAS! “YYEEEAAAAHHHHH!” Synth’s gone as quick as he entered, tagging out in favor of Logan. The Macho MACHO Mann sprints across and decks Mariachi to prevent the tag. Rude Awakening-style neck breaker leaves Moracca prone in mid-ring as Logan ascends to the heavens for his patent double knee drop…BUT MORACCA GETS THE KNEES UP!! “YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Now Logan’s in the same position Synth was earlier, kicking his legs in agony. As Moracca nears his corner Synth enters and drops a big elbow across the shoulder blades, then drags him back towards the Heavenly Rockers corner. Synth rolls Logan onto the apron and assumes his role in the match despite no tag and in front of the referee no less! COLE You’ve got to be kidding me. COACH (laughs) I guess he really is blind. Moracca is scooped for another slam, but he rolls through for a SMALL PACKAGE! ONE… TWO… NO, Logan rolls Synth over on top. ONE… TWO… NO, Moracca regains the momentum. ONE… TWO… NO! Both men chalk up numerous near falls as they roll around jockeying for position, soon finding themselves in Los Diablos’ corner where Moracca is able to make the tag (the conventional way)! “YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Mariachi stuns the Synthmeister with a series of overhand chops. Irish whip, and Synth is leveled by a spinning wheel kick. Logan is caught entering with one as well. The flaming luchador follows a pair of body slams with a DOUBLE COCONUT! “HOMIES!” “HOMIES!” “HOMIES!” COLE The crowd solidly behind Los Diablos de Fuego. COACH Of course they are. We’re in San Francisco. Chaos ensues with all 4 men in the ring. The Heavenly Rockers collide after being whipped in towards each other, knocking Logan out to the floor. Not far behind is Moracca, who crashes down onto the Macho MACHO Mann with a SPRINGBOARD SEATED SENTON! COACH All hell’s breaking loose, Cole. I don’t even know who the legal men are anymore. Although I bet it makes Los Diablos feel right at home. Inside, Moracca lifts Synth up in a pump handle and slams him on the side. Unfortunately for the Synthmeister there was no sign that said SLIPPERY WHEN WET! ONE… TWO… THREE! NO!! Holly and the Colonel yank Moracca out to the floor. * BOOM * Big right hand for the Colonel sends the crowd into a frenzy. Holly’s spared Moracca’s wrath but not Synth, who stumbles into a SPRINGBOARD CROSS BODY! ONE… TWO… KICKOUT! Moracca locks his hands together and brings them up to his chest for an up and down motion, apparently signaling for the dreaded SODOMIZER. COLE Spike tombstone piledriver coming up. Moracca positions himself in the middle of the ring to keep Synth away from the ropes and everyone associated with the Heavenly Rockers at bay. Perched on top Mariachi becomes distracted as Holly climbs onto the apron demanding to speak with referee Earl Hebner. As the two chat off to the side, Colonel Abdullah grabs Mariachi’s foot, diverting his attention long enough for Logan Mann to… * THUNK * …drop down on Moracca with a TOP ROPE AXE HANDLE SMASH USING THE RING BELL!! The flaming luchador falls back with Synth on top as Logan knocks Mariachi to the floor with a WICKED LEFT HOOK~! COLE No, damnit! The Heavenly Rockers are going to steal this one. ONE… TWO… THREE! [i][size=3][color="#FF0000"][b]HEY WAIT I GOT A NEW COMPLAINT![/b][/color][/size][/i] BUFFER The winners of the match… THE HEAVENLYYYYYYY RRRRRROOOOOOOOOCCKKEEEEEEERRRRRRRSSSSSSS! COLE There’s no bell to be rung. Los Diablos were on the verge of winning the tag titles, but the Heavenly Rockers managed to snatch victory out of the jaws of defeat. Unbelievable. COACH Never underestimate the heart of a champion, baby boy. COLE Give me a break. In fact, we gotta take one right now! Edited January 6, 2008 by Tony149 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
