The spiked cleat explodes into the side of Jimmy Junior’s head and blood splatters everywhere. The young Chonga falls lifeless to the mat in a pool of his own blood while the Young Cucks “too sweet” and celebrate.
Paisner: This just isn’t right…
Crowd: FUCK THE YOUNG CUCKS!!
Paisner: Dick Johnson with the lateral press. We have new tag team champions!
1…
2…
3!
JIMMY CHONGA DRAGS DICK JOHNSON TO THE OUTSIDE BREAKING UP THE PIN!!
Crowd: YAAAAAY!!!
A one legged Chonga drags Dick to the outside and blasts him with an overheard right as he hops on one leg. Chonga then hits another. And another. Mike Johnson seeing his brother getting potatoed runs to the ropes and leaps over, landing on the apron. He charges at the back of Jimmy Chonga and penalty kicks him right in the back of the head.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!!
Mike leaps down off the apron and gets on his hands and knees beside Jimmy Chonga Senior as he tries to will himself back to his feet, trying to pull himself up by apron skirt.
Mike Johnson: YOU’RE FUCKING PATHETIC CHONGA! YOU’RE NOT EVEN A HAS BEEN! YOU’RE A NEVER WAS! YOU AIN’T SHIT! YOUR KID AIN’T SHIT! AND WRESTLING IS REDDIT CAN EAT
OUR SHIT!
Paisner: HEY!
Mike slaps Jimmy Chonga across the face causing it turn beet red. Mike and Dick “too sweet” again before Dick sizes Chonga up for another Super-Cuck.
Woodbridge: Oh God… now they’re going to bust Jimmy Chonga wide open!
Dick’s spiked cleat foot surges forward – but Jimmy Chonga catches the super kick attempt and throws it right into the face of Mike Johnson busting him wide open.
Crowd: YAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!
Paisner: What a reversal by Big Poppa Chonga!
Dick Johnson looks down at his brother, the blood pumping out of the side of his face. Before he can think to do anything Jimmy Chonga launches himself with his one good leg into Dick Johnson with a shoulder block knocking the back of his head into the ringpost. Chonga rolls Dick Johnson into the ring then gingerly climbs up onto the ring apron. The older Chonga stands up on the ring apron and tries to put some weight down on his calf, but it almost immediately buckles and he just barely hangs onto the top rope so as not to fall to the outside.
Woodbridge: That leg is in bad shape, Pais.
Paisner: WiR Junior Junior Official Ivan Itchicock is asking Jimmy Chonga if he can continue and the elder Chonga swats him away! Here comes Dick Johnson! SUPER-CUCK!
Dick tries to take Chonga’s head off with that soccer cleat assisted superkick but Chonga avoids it as if he were in the Matrix, pulling on the top rope as hard as he can and bending his body backwards to narrowly avoid the sharpened cleat.
Crowd: YAAAAAAY!!
Jimmy Chonga lets go of the top rope just as he pulled it back to its apex, as far as it can go. The rope snaps forward like a slingshot and catches Dick Johnson square in the face as Jimmy Chonga Senior falls flat on his back on the outside.
Woodbridge: Fuck! Steel cable to the face can’t feel too fuckin’ great.
Paisner: Dick Johnson is stunned! He stumbles backwards... right into Jimmy Junior! Junior school boys him!
1….
2….
KICK OUT!
Paisner: Dick scrambles to his feet! Super-Cuck attempt! Jimmy Junior rolls underneath! Johnson spins around –
TEQUILA! (Beauty Shot/Spinning Heel Kick)
Crowd: YAAAAAY!!
Woodbridge: What are you doing!?! PIN HIM, KID!
Jimmy Junior looks completely out of it. He pulls himself up by the ropes, blood oozing down his face as he does his best to regulate his breathing. He looks back at Dick Johnson then up at the top rope and with a burst of energy begins to make his way up to the top.
Woodbridge: Jimmy Junior looking to put this away!
Paisner: Will we see the 450 Salsa Splash!? Junior reaches the top rope and pauses for a moment to cross his heart and blow a kiss to the sky. He leaps...
Paisner: OH MY GOD!
630 SENTON!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Paisner: Jimmy Junior for the win!
1…
Mike Johnson slides into the ring!
2…
Jimmy Chonga grabs his boot and pulls him back!
3!!
DING DING DING Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!
Babaganoush: Your winners at a time of 20:09… and STIIIILLLLLLLLLLL WiR TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD! LOS CHONGAS!!!!!!!!!!
Jimmy Junior crawls across the mat to his father, who is just barely holding himself up outside the ring with help from the ring apron. Jimmy Junior sticks his head through the ropes and the father and son tag team put their heads together and let the tears flow freely as
Ritche Valens “La Bamba” plays in the background, the entire Southern California crowd singing along.
Crowd: PARA BAILAR LA BAMBA! PARA BAILAR LA BAMBA! SE NECESITA UNA POCA DE GRACIA! UNA POCA DE GRACIA PA MI PA TI, Y ARRIBA ARRIBA!
Paisner: My God what a hellacious match! The Young Cucks gave it their all but in the end WiR’s most decorated tag team, the lovable Los Chongas take the victory!
Woodbridge: An encounter of epic fucking proportions, Pais. Jimmy Chonga and his son fought tooth and nail. And never once did they surrender to defeat on this day. What do they always? Los Chongas never say die?
Paisner: Nunca dicen la muerte!
Jimmy Junior rolls to the outside to help his father limp to the back as Ivan Itchicock fetches their tag team gold. The two lucha warriors pause for a moment before they reach the back to look out into the crowd still erupting over the classic match they just witnessed.
Crowd: LOS CHONGAS! LOS CHONGAS! LOS CHONGAS!
Woodbridge: Los Chongas hung onto the gold this time, but that leg of Jimmy Chonga isn’t going to hold up forever. My advice, enjoy it while it lasts.
Paisner: Way to be a Debbie Downer, Mark. Folks we’ll be right back with more hot WiR action as this House Party rages on!
[COMMERCIAL]
Scentless Apprentice plays through the speakers as Tyler Dylan comes out with a microphone Paisner: Oh god, here we go this week
Tyler: Cut my fucking music
Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Tyler slides into the ring Tyler: I want that flower loving loser, out here right now!!!!!!
Fan: I hate you Tyler!!!!!!!
Tyler: Really?!? You hate me? I hope your kids die in a fucking fire!
Woodbridge: Oh come on, that's not necessary.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
The fan tries to jump over the barricade, but the security is there to stop him Tyler: Fucking loser. Hippie John get your pot smoking ass to this ring RIGHT NOW!!!
Hippie Life plays through the speakers, as Hippie John walks to the ring with a blunt Crowd: YEAHHHH
Paisner: Here comes Hippie John!
Tyler slides out of the ring and goes right after Hippie John, Dylan kicks him in the mid section and throws him into the ring Tyler: Where the fuck is the ref? Come on!!!!
referee Tai Na Wong comes out from the curtains, to call this match Tyler: Thank you.
DING DING DING Dylan charges John with kicks and punches, Dylan stops and yells Tyler: TYE DYE BAYBAY!!!!!!
Woodbridge: I really hate Tyler.
Paisner: Don't we all?
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Hippie John sneaks behind Tyler and rolls him up for the count 1!!!!!
2!!!!!!
kick out Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHH
Paisner: John with the 2 count, I thought we were about see Tyler lose again.
Woodbridge: If he lost he would want another rematch.
Tyler kicks John in the gut and goes for Drain You Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHH
Paisner: Will Hippie John tap?
Hippie John struggles to not tapping out, but he can't help it DING DING DING Woodbridge: Well this was fun.
Javier: And the winner of this match at the time of 38 seconds TYLEER DYYLLAN!!!!!
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!
Tyler slides out of the ring and goes to the back as some of the refs help John to the back Paisner: Wonder what's going to happen next week.
Woodbridge: Possibly another call out.
COMMERCIAL Paisner: Well, ladies and gentlemen, do we have a match for you? An NYS veteran against one of the rising stars of WiR.
Woodbridge: I’m more stoked than the rats that live in the Coffee Boys’ mobile coffee shop.
Paisner: I’ll have you know that coffee shop is the cleanest in the land.
Javier: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, from London, England, weighing 218 pounds, BRENDAN BYRNE!
Guns of Brixton hits the sound system as Byrne stomps out from backstage. He looks focused, more so than normal. He walks down to the ring, high fiving a few fans, before climbing on the apron, wiping his feet off, and stepping between the ropes.
Paisner: Byrne focused today, after his altercation with Flash last week. Look at the determination in his eyes.
Woodbridge: Well, the guy wants to wrestle a match, can you blame him?
Javier: AND HIS OPPONENT... From Austin, Texas, weighing 197 pounds, STEVE MANCHESTER!
[
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GusLypfx7OQ](Manchester’s music) begins to play as Steve Manchester comes out from backstage, bouncing from one foot to the other, playing up to the fans. He high fives fans as he walks down to the ring.
Paisner: And Byrne needs to be focused as his opponent tonight is a NYS veteran and one of the greatest tag wrestlers in the business.
Woodbridge: And he knows it, look at him grandstand!
Manchester slides in the ring, poses on a corner, before hopping down and looking at Byrne. The two shake hands as Tai Ni Wong calls for the bell.
Paisner: These 2 have the utmost respect for each other. Manchester said in an interview he was honoured to be here, and Brendan, well he just wants a good clean fight.
DING DING DING
The 2 circle each other, as they look for the opening to strike with the collar and elbow. They lock up, trying to out muscle each other. The stronger, heavier Byrne gets the advantage, and goes behind for the hammerlock. He wrenches it in tight, then transitions straight into a wrenching headlock. Byrne goes to ground, locking in the solid headlock, while Manchester desperately claws at the arm, trying to find the opening. He finds his way under Byrne’s arm, throwing a couple of solid elbows to the chest, before backing off into the ropes. Launching off the ropes, London goes to run them, but Byrne keeps the headlock cinched in, and the 2 go to ground again.
Paisner: Quality control here from the Londoner.
Woodbridge: He has Manchester right where he wants him: in that headlock. But Manchester’s quick, and he’s smart. He knows he has to keep that energy he has reserved for when he gets in control.
Manchester squirms left and right, and gets to his knees. He hooks Brendan’s head, and sends him flying arse over head with a squatting fireman’s carry. Both men get to their feet, but Manchester reacts first, hitting Byrne with a solid kick to the mid section. He runs the ropes, but Byrne chases him/ The Brit holds his arm out for a clothesline, but Manchester is too fast, and simultaneously leans back and flips over, taking Byrne over with a beautiful running Spanish Fly! The American leaps to his feet, and immediately backflips straight onto Byrne! Shooting Star! Pin!
1! 2! NO!
Paisner: Manchester with an impressive series of flips!
Woodbridge: 15 year veteran, hasn't lost any of it!
Paisner: Any of what?
Woodbridge: It!
Manchester slowly picks his opponent up, and whips him into the ropes. Manchester stays put, as Byrne runs towards him, before he ducks down at the last second. Byrne runs at him again, but Manchester this time leapfrogs over The third time, Byrne leaps over a Manchester that is telegraphing the back body drop, but when he goes to grab the legs to roll him up, he misses. Unfortunately, the overwhelming empathy of Manchester causes him to over balance and he falls into the pin anyway.
1! NO!
Both men get to their feet, but Byrne is quicker, and nails Manchester in the jaw with a superkick! While Manchester is reeling, Byrne hits the ropes, and chop blocks Manchester’s base from under him, sending him crashing to the ground. He then grabs Manchester's leg, and twists it around. Manchester squirms and shuffles as Byrne grabs the twisted leg under his arm, and drops the ground, giving his leg the DDT!
Paisner: Innovative offense by the Londoner!
Woodbridge: You can’t do the 450 without your legs.
Byrne keeps a hold of the leg, as he gets to his feet again, and slowly turns Manchester over onto his front, locking in a solid ankle lock.
Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP!
Manchester squirms, and strains and reaches. The pain builds and builds until finally he reaches the ropes, and Byrne is forced to let go.
Paisner: Byrne is excelling right now. He’s firmly in control.
Byrne lets Machester get to his feet, but he obviously is favouring his left ankle after that devastating hold, but hits him with a strong open fist! Manchester rallies back, but Byrne responds with an uppercut! He bounces off the opposite ropes, but Manchester follows, and hits Byrne with a standing dropkick that would make Katsumiku Okato jealous!
Crowd: OOOOOH!
Manchester gets Byrne to his feet, then throws him back over with a huge Northern Lights suples. They crash to the mat, but he’s not done: Manchester rolls through, and picks Byrne up, before dropping him back to the mat with a falcon arrow!
Crowd: OOOOOH!
Woodbridge: What a maneuver! Beautiful offense from the vet!
Manchester gets to his feet, still favouring the ankle. He looks down at Byrne, just feet from the corner, then he looks to the top rope, then to Byrne, then to the top rope. He leaps the ropes, and ascends to the top turnbuckle. He looks down at Byrne, adjusts his hair, and launches off into a 450!
Paisner: Byrne gets up the knees! And Manchester crashes down to Earth in a big way! Knees right to the midsection! Byrne rolls away, as Manchester doubles over in pain, it courses through his abdomen. The Londoner retreats to the opposing corner, waiting for his opponent to get to his feet, before launching across the ring! He hits the seated dropkick to Manchester, who hits the bottom turnbuckle hard.
Woodbridge: Byrne has turned this match around and, what is he doing? He’s going to the top rope!
Paisner: Could
he be looking for the 450 now?
Byrne gingerly ascends to the top rope, then stands high above the ring. He looks down at his opponent, a brief glimpse of doubt, and then…
Paisner: WAIT A MINUTE! IS THAT…
Jack Flash hops the barricade, and runs over to the turnbuckle where Byrne is. They lock eyes for a brief second, before Flash pushes Byrne off the rop and to the floor!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!
DING DING DING! Javier: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been ruled a No Contest!
Crowd: DOUBLE BOOOOOOOOOOO!
Flash runs over to the fallen Byrne, and mounts him, laying in punches to the face and head. He takes the chain off from around his neck, and wraps it around his fist, before punching him some more.
Flash: Am I not good enough for you Brenda?!? AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH? DO I NOT AMUSE YOU? AM I GOOD ENOUGH YET?!
He takes the chain from around his fist, and puts it over Byrne’s bloodied and bruised head, feeding it into his mouth, while rolling the prone Englishman onto his front. He grabs the chain, and wrenches back, locking in the
Future Endeavours with a chain pulling Byrne’s mouth apart!
Paisner: Oh fuck off Flash! This is horrible!
Woodbridge: Byrne is bleeding out here! Where are the referees?
Finally, the cacophony of idiots who wave their hands at wrestlers to stop them doing whatever devious thing they’re doing at the time persuade Flash to stop killing Byrne, and escort him to the back, as he poses and taunts the crowd.
COMMERCIAL We return to the ring to see a
competitor from the local indie scene stood in the ring, awaiting his opponent.
Javier: The following contest is set for one fall! Ivan Undersach is your referee. Introducing first, fighting out of Hillsboro, Oregon, hailing from Birmingham Alabama, Tony Xavier! (
Xaverian11) And his opponent...
Sink hits and from behind the curtain comes Kyle Scott, adorned in his trench coat, of course he also wields his staff. He marches to ring and slides under the rope
Javier: From Leeds, England, weighing in at 200 pounds, he is the God King of WiR-
Kyle whispers something in Javier's ear
Javier: ..and the uh, next Khan of Mongolia, Kyle Scott
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO
Kyle: Boo me more motherfuckers! It turns me on!
The crowd lets out a noise of disgust, though a few desperate members continue to boo.
Paisner: Those people must have some twisted fetishes
Woodbridge: You'd know huh?
DING! DING! DING! The rookie Tony charges at Kyle, who manages to dodge his puny frame, before turning around where they catch each other in a collar and elbow tie up.
Crowd Member: Hey Ivan I fucked your mom last night!
Paisner: The classiness of the citizens of Hillsboro on display here tonight
Kyle forces his opponent towards the ropes, almost pushing him over and out of the ring before the ref begins to count
1!
2!
3!
4!
Scott breaks his grip and does the classic "hands up" pose to show it. Kyle begins running his mouth at Undersach while Xavier regains his composure. He grabs a hold of Kyle's shoulder and spins him around, only to be met with a skull shattering headbutt, the sound of which ricochets through the stands.
Crowd: OOOOOOHHHHHHH!
Woodbridge: Holy shit did you hear that? He's gotta be busted open!
Kyle: Wait your fucking turn!
Kyle returns to berating Undersach for his poor referring. The words can't be heard, but we can only assume insults are being thrown. In the meantime Xavier slides himself to the corner of the ring, leaving a faint trail of blood in his wake. Kyle notices and charges towards him, driving his foot into the already broken face of Tony Xavier, whipping his neck back!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Woodbridge: This is brutal!
Paisner: The only offence this guy even had was touching Kyle on the shoulder
Kyle screams in his opponents face. The words? Nobody knows, Swahili perhaps. Maybe an indication of his future conquests. He continues his tirade while repeatedly leathering Xavier with kicks, clubbed fists and knee strikes, the majority aimed at his head.
Kyle: How's your nose now, eh? Gonna sing us a fucking song?
Paisner: Looks like he threw a Violence Party but only Tony was invited!
Woodbridge: sigh He spits in the face of his opponent as the ref pulls him away. A raucous crowd member erupts once again.
Crowd member: You stink Itchicock! We want home run Harry!
Other fella: IIIII-VAN, IIIII-VAN
Both: IIIII-VAN, IIIII-VAN
Itchicock wipes a tear from his eye, in which you can see the existential crisis occurring his mind. He falls to the mat lifeless and Kyle takes advantage of this opportunity to grab a chair from ringside and go to work on his facial reconstruction of Tony Xavier, who is still slumped in a corner with even more blood dripping from his nose. He throws the chair into his face before diving at it with two feet, wrapping it around his skull!
Crowd: OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Kyle retrieves the chair and continuously bashes it into Xavier's already broken skull, warping the metal into a variety of shapes before throwing it into the dead centre of the ring. Scott tries dragging Xavier to his feet, but his effort is futile as he just collapses back to the floor. Seeing this Kyle drags his lifeless (literally) body from the corner and slams his head down on the chair.
Paisner: Oh Jesus
Scott ties up Xaviers legs in the Indian deathlock, he clubs his ribs, forcing his opponents arms into the air, which Kyle grabs a hold of, using them to drive Xaviers head into the corrupted steel! The two troublesome crowd members reveal themselves to be, of course, Terry and Barry, the Royal Guards. The rush the field, Barry disposes of the chair while Terry brings Ivan back to his feet just in time to count the pin fall!
1!
2!
3!
DING! DING! DING! Woodbridge: Well... I wouldn't call it a match by any standards. But it certainly happened
Javier: The winner of this match, in a time of 3:55, the God King of WiR, Kyle Scott!
Sink hits as-
Kyle: Cut the music we're not done here! Xavier, Tony, Anthony, whatever the fuck you call yourself. You've been bad mouthing our company, something I don't think the rest of the locker room knows about, fuck, I don't even think they'd care!
Tony somehow manages to roll on to his back to hear Kyle's words
Kyle: But me? I don't think so. This is MY company! It has been since day one, because I'm the only fucker left from back then. And as much as I hate most of the cunts that have come here to cohabitate with me, I'm sure as hell going to defend it.
Paisner: What on earth is he talking about?
Kyle: Dammit Paisner, have you people not realised I have fucking
tremendous hearing? I'm talking about making an example out of this little weasel, and sending a warning to the Young Cardinals. Boys.
Terry and his partner manage to drag Xavier up and towards the ropes. The each pull a pair of handcuffs from their pockets and secure him to the ropes, before throwing him over, much like a crucifixion. Kyle slowly makes his way over, while removing something from his trunks
Kyle: See, Mr. Xavier, see what happens when you mess with the institution that is Wrestling is Reddit. When you screw with the Mongolian Death Squad. When you FUCK with the God that is Kyle Scott. It comes back to bite you in the fucking arse, except it's not a bite in the arse per se.
Kyle presents a paper bag, with some kind of writing on it
Kyle: Instead, it's a broken nose pouring blood, which covers your now disfigured face. It's being humiliated on a broadcast seen worldwide. It's being cuffed to a fucking ring rope while wearing a paper bag that says Dalidus Nova on it.
He places the bag over the mans head, while encircling his neck with duct tape to keep it secure
Kyle: This, Mr. Xavier, for you, is a punishment. And Dalidus Nova, Young Cardinals... It's a fucking warning.
[COMMERCIAL]
COMMERCIAL Javier: The following match is a tag-team match, scheduled for one fall! Your official for this bout will be Ivan Itchicock.
Woodbridge: Tonight we get to see the grand debut of the British team of Adrian Hale & Rhs Abbott, known across the UK as the Swords of Lancashire!
Paisner: These two guys already have some bad blood with Dalidus Nova, due to an argument that had in the nation of Mongolia. Not exactly sure how that happened, but who cares! Wrestling time!
Young Cardinals by Alexisonfire booms over the sound system, as Joey McCarty and Dalidus Nova appear from behind a cheap curtain. Some fans in attendance cheer for the two men, slightly more than the week before.
Paisner: Well, it seems like the WiR fans are slowly changing their opinions on the Young Cardinals. I wonder how the Mongolian Death Squad feels about the fans picking their favorite, and having it not be them?
Woodbridge: Well, seeing as these guys seem to be getting their asses kicked by the MDS on a weekly basis, I'm not exactly surprised that these people are starting to feel for the Cardinals.
Javier: And now approaching the ring, at a combined weight of 626 pounds, the team of Dalidus Nova and Joey McCarty: THE YOOOOUNG CAAAARDINALS!
Dalidus and Joey are about to slide into the ring, but suddenly
Rhys Abbott and
Adrian Hale rush up behind them, and jump them! Rhys starts to deliver loud chops and knee strikes to Joey McCarty, while Adrian grabs Dalidus's head and slams it into the ring apron, before throwing him into a metal ring pole!
Crowd: Ooooooh! Booooooo!
Woodbridge: Well, these two DID say they were going to take over WiR, and this seems like step one!
Fans yell insults at the Swords of Lancashire, but the two men completely ignore them, as they continue their assault on the Cardinals. After a few minutes of the brutal attack, the two men force Dalidus and Joey into the ring, before rolling in themselves.
Paisner: Why does everyone hate the Cardinals?
Woodbridge: According to the guys in the locker room, they're cucks. I'm not entirely sure what that means, but It can't be good.
Ivan Itchicock is in the ring, checking on Joey and Dalidus. He asks the two men if they are capable of competing in this match, to which Joey immediately said yes, not wanting to back away from any challenges. Dalidus nods in agreement, and slowly crawls onto the ring apron, as Joey pulls himself to his feet using the ring ropes.
Paisner: Oh, this doesn't seem smart...
Ivan takes one more look at the Young Cardinals, before deciding to let them compete. Adrian Hale is already in the ring, bouncing from foot-to-foot, waiting for the bell to ring.
DING DING DING!
Joey and Hale rush eachother, but Hale is able to snatch Joey's arm quickly, and throws him over with an Arm Drag. Hale holds onto Joey's arm after hitting the move, applying pressure and causing Joey to desperately try to free himself. He manages to struggle free, and uses his size to shove Hale away for long enough to get back to his feet.
Woodbridge: Joey and Dalidus are coming into this match with a severe disadvantage after that mauling from the SOL.
Paisner: I don't understand why those two accepted to continue this match afterwards! They have a huge battle coming up with the Mongolian Death Squad in a few weeks, why risk an injury now?
Adrian Hale rushes Joey, who sidesteps when Adrian goes for a running shotgun dropkick, sending Adrian down to the mat. He sits up, and Joey shoots a kick towards his chest, but Adrian ducks under it, and grabs hold of Joey's leg, before using it to yank Joey down to the mat. Adrian tries to lock in a
Leg Lock but Joey quickly kicks him off.
Woodbridge: These two guys are extremely good when it comes to mat-based, submission wrestling. They say that for every second they've got you locked in a submission is a year of your life you'll lose.
Paisner: Who says that? Sounds like someone a crackhead physic would say.
Both men get up at about the same time once again, and Joey gives a quick jab to the side of Adrian's head, stunning him for long enough for Joey to get a flurry going. His punches increase in strength and speed, before he grabs Adrian's arm, and Irish Whips him into the rope, connecting with a Clothesline when he returns!
Crowd: Ooooooooh!
Paisner: Joey and Dalidus are out here with a vengeance tonight. After the assault from the MDS last week, and having their partner Miles Alpha screwed over earlier tonight, they're not taking any prisoners!
Adrian is laid out on the mat, and Joey swiftly covers him, hooking the right leg.
1...! 2...! Right at the two count, Adrian gets the shoulder up. Joey looks a bit frustrated, but takes a deep breath, and recovers from his anger. He looks over to his corner, and signals to Dalidus to get ready to fight, before pulling Adrian up to his feet, and practically throwing Hale into the Cardinals corner.
Woodbridge: If there's only place you don't want to be in a tag-team match, it's the other teams corner.
Once Hale is in the corner, Joey tags Dalidus into the match. Dalidus gets into the ring, and shoots a knee into the abdomen of Hale to keep him there. Nova backs up, takes aim, and rushes Adrian in the corner, hitting a gutbusting
Corner Spear. Paisner: Ooh! That's just a piece of the new maneuver's Dalidus has been bringing to his arsenal in preparation for Battlefield: Mongolia.
Woodbridge: But Nova has to be careful and make sure he doesn't do too much too quickly. We saw what happened last week when he tried a top-rope DDT, a decision that almost costed him the match.
Hale drops to his knee's after the spear and Dalidus quickly locks in a headlock. Hale pushes Nova off of him, and Nova uses the push as momentum, running the ropes and slamming into Hale with a clothesline! The British technician gets back up to his feet in a flash, only to get knocked right back down with a second Clothesline!
Woodbridge: Dalidus is going off! Hale doesn't know what to do right now!
Adrian gets up a third time, and Dalidus swings for the third Clothesline. This time, however, Adrian saw it coming, and grabs Dalidus's arm, using his momentum to swing himself around Nova, eventually
locking in an Armbar. Crowd: Woooahh!
Paisner: Amazing display of athleticism! Adrian Hale now with a submission locked in! This could be over in mere nanoseconds!
Dalidus attempts to power out of the hold, with little success. He then tries to roll Hale onto his shoulders for a pinfall, but he can't get that to work either. All the while, Adrian adds more and more pressure into the Armbar, and Nova starts to get desperate. He frantically grasps and pulls with his free limbs towards the ropes, slowly making progress as fans in the arena cheer him on.
Woodbridge: Nova should just tap out now! Save his arm for the Mongolian Death Squad!
Paisner: There's no way in hell that Nova is even thinking thoughts like those. He's going to go until that arm snaps if he has to. Which, it very well might!
Nova is almost at the rope, but Hale notices. He releases the Armbar, but still holds onto the arm. Hale drags at Nova, pulling him back into the center of the ring. Again, he goes for the Armbar, but before he can lock it in fully, Nova is able to succeed in rolling him up, and pins both shoulders down on the mat.
1...! 2...! No! Adrian is forced to let go of Nova's arm in order to kickout. Hale scurries into his corner, and tags in Rhys, who rushes at Nova. Nova grabs him by the thigh and hip, before tripping him over and making him
slam his face into the turnbuckle! Rhys's head snaps back from the impact, and Nova uses this brief moment to tag in Joey!
Woodbridge: Joey's back into this fight! This is a bad time to be Rhys Abbott!
Joey gets behind Abbott, and wraps his arms around Abbott's waist, before slamming him backwards with an impact German Suplex!
Paisner: Joey taking Rhys to the Suplex State!
Woodbridge: ...The What?
Rhys rolls backwards onto his knees, before hopping up to his feet. Joey grabs him in a wristlock, before throwing him at the ropes with an Irish Whip. Rhys ducks under a Shoulder Block attempt from Joey, and stops his momentum in the middle of the ring, as Joey keeps running the ropes, eventually running right into a
Slingblade! Crowd: Oooooh!
Joey hits the mat hard, leaving Rhys with full control. Abbott leans back on the ring ropes, resting up and waiting for Joey to stagger to his feet. Once he does, Abbott hits him from behind with a huge
Shotgun Dropkick, which sends him face first into the Swords of Lancashire ring corner!
Paisner: Well, Abbott is now returning the favor from earlier in this match!
Woodbridge: Now Abbott tagging in Hale, and these two guys work perfectly in situations like these.
Hale gets into the ring, and gives a massive chop to Joey's chest! Hale attempts to throw Joey over his shoulder with a Snapmare, but the Canadian still has some fight left in him, and delivers a stiff knee to Hale's back, before giving a Back Elbow to Abbott on the ring apron!
Woodbridge: Joey's getting out of it! He's escaping!
Hale is in the middle of the ring, still in pain from the knee strike, when Joey runs at him, Hale is able to grab hold of his head, and drops into a
Jawbreaker! Joey backs off, allowing Hale to his feet.
Paisner: So far, I've gotta say, I'm extremely impressed with the Swords of Lancashire. These two are proving themselves as a legitimate tag team here tonight!
Woodbridge: They started this match less-than-peacefully, but now they've been doing a pretty solid job in this bout.
Joey looks dazed by the ropes, trying to shake off the pain from this fight. Meanwhile, Adrian Hale stands in the center of the ring, and he pulls the kneepad off his right Knee, getting it ready for his finishing maneuver.
Paisner: It looks like Hale is going for his finishing knee strike, known as the Flight 103!
Woodbridge: According to WrestlePedia, there isn't a single person to have every kicked out of this move! The Swords might make their debut into a victory!
Crowd: Ooooooh...
Joey starts to slowly walk towards Hale, still looking out of it. Hale gives a booming yell, before running at Joey, full speed! However, the scream has backfired on Hale, as it helped Joey to snap out of his state, and parry to the right, dodging past the Flight 103 and sending Hale down to the mat!
Crowd: ...Wooooo! Lets-Go-Jo-ey! Lets-Go-Jo-ey!
Hale is somehow able to get up to his feet speedily, but Joey is stalking behind him, waiting for his moment to strike, and he finds it when Hale turns around. Joey gives a short kick to the abdomen of Hale, before underhooking both of Hale's arms, and dropping him right on his skull with an
Underhook DDT! Paisner: 5 Minute Major! His skull may be cracked in half! Jeezus!
Joey pulls Hale up to his feet, not giving him any recovery time. He reaches over to his own corner, and tags in Dalidus, before getting underneath Adrian Hale, and forcing him high into the air, finally slamming him in the chest with a
Pop-Up European Uppercut! Woodbridge: THERE IT IS! AND HERE COMES...
Hale stays on his feet, but looks completely unaware of whats happening around him, as Dalidus bounces off the rope in front of Hale, before leaping up and connecting in the jaw with his
Shotgun Kick! Woodbridge: SHOTGUN KICK FROM DALIDUS!
Paisner: The Cardinals hit their team finisher, From The North! Dalidus with the cover on Hale!
1...! 2...! 3...! DING DING DING!
Paisner: And it's over! The Young Cardinals manage to come back from that vicious assault early on, and took the "W" here tonight!
Javier: Your winners via pinfall, at a time of 14:39: The team of Joey McCarty and Dalidus Nova... THE YOUNG CARDINALS!
♫ Despair to the point 'till they provoke, the punchline before they have heard the joke! ♫ Woodbridge: Of course! Why am I even surprised!
Logan Lee and Kyle Scott start to run towards the ring, right at the weakened Dalidus and Joey. They put their fists up preparing for a fight, but from behind, Adrian Hale and Rhys Abbott smash them from behind with Steel Chairs! Kyle slides into the ring first, and hands both men a large wad of
British Pounds.
Paisner: Kyle Scott is paying off the Swords! What are they, hitmen?
Woodbridge: Right now, they may as well be!
The Swords shake hands with the MDS, before exiting the ring with their cash, leaving the Steel Chairs inside. Logan picks up both chairs, while Kyle demands Javier's microphone for the second week in a row.
Kyle: Now now now, everyone calm down. We're not here to hurt anybody. Yet.
Kyle takes one of the chairs Logan is holding, opens it up, and takes a seat, looking down on the Cardinals laying on the mat.
Kyle: Now, as you are all aware, I, your God King, and my right hand man, will be doing you all a favor and bringing waste to the Cardinal menace in a few weeks time at Something Different.
Crowd: Booooooooo! Fuck You Kyle! Fuck You Kyle!
Kyle: You can scream and shout whatever you want at me! Because this has nothing to do with any of you. No no, it has to to with those watching from their homes in the soon-to-be-glorious nation of Mongolia. This is a message from me, your future leader, to you. So listen up.
Paisner: Can someone cut that mic before we get sued for war crimes?
Kyle: You see, the man below me...
Kyle gives a kick to Dalidus with his toe.
Kyle: ... Is supposedly the Military Chief of your country. Why? This is the man that can barely beat two lackeys, and you've put him in charge of your guns? your missiles? your tanks?!? Blasphemy! I wouldn't even put him in charge of a Preschool classroom!
Kyle: So, here's whats gonna happen. Cover your ears if you don't like spoilers, kids. At Something Different, live in the biggest stadium in Mongolia, The Mongolian Death Squad will take on The Young Cardinals. Anything goes. No rules. No ring. The only way to win? Incapacitating the ENTIRE other team. And if that wasn’t enough: the losing team may NEVER enter the country again! They must leave forever! But speaking of leaving, that’s exactly what I’m going to do now. But trust me, we'll see you next week.
Kyle tosses the mic over his shoulder, and it lands on the mat behind him, making very loud feedback. Kyle exits the ring, but Logan stays behind to deliver a few strong steel chair blows to the Young Cardinals in the ring, before following behind Kyle.
Paisner: ...Well...Seems like a shitty time for the Mongolians.
Woodbridge: Yeah, but seems like one hell of a good fight for us!
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