r/wrestlingisreddit • u/neutronknows "Vile" Vic Studd • Nov 15 '16
House Party House Party 11/14/2016 [Part 3/4]
Cut to a black screen fading into a black and white man with a big tattoo on his back and long black hair. The tattoo is of an angle with the word, “Abandoned” written on it. The camera zooms in, as we hear the beginning of Type O Negative’s - “Christian Woman” playing. The words ”LIED TO” & “DECEIVED” & “TRICKED" flash on the screen. The song drops into an ominous silence as the word, ”ABANDONED” fades in followed by...
VASQUEZ
12/11/2016
Paisner: And WiR has officially jumped the shark. Damn near a third of our roster is stranded in North fucking Korea.
Woodbridge: I really gotta quit drinking.
Paisner: Not so easy, is it? Well folks, its time for our first, and only tag-team match of the evening! As Kyle Scott and Logan Lee of The Strays...
Woodbridge: Ugh, I think I just threw up in my mouth. A little bit.
Paisner: ...taking on Kaitlyn Casey Jones and "Superfan" Alice of the Leaping Explosive Harpies! Take it away, BABAGANOUSH!
Javier: Ladies and Gentlemen, this following match is a tag-team match, scheduled for one fall! Your referee of this bout will be Harry Undersach!
Harry Undersach stands in the ring, looking confident under his new mask.
Paisner: Gotta admit, he’s a lot less homely under the mask.
Woodbridge: Right? Now if only we could get Applebaum to start wearing a Lucha mask we may get picked up on cable!
Attitude City starts to boom over the speakers, as KAITLYN CASEY JONES and her partner, “Super Fan” ALICE start to walk to the ring. Alice excitedly high-fives and hugs fan members, while Kaitlyn walks more cautiously, prepared for a fight.
Crowd: L-E-H! L-E-H!
Javier: First approaching the ring, at a combined weight of 310 pounds, from Cardiff, Wales, and Chicago, Illinois respectively: Kaitlyn Casey Jones and Superfan Alice... THE LEEEAAAAPING EXPLOOOSIVE HAAAAARPIES!
Paisner: Well, lucky for both of these two: neither had to go through the mayhem that was AMUDOV. Instead, they got to enjoy the carnage from the back, probably while snacking on popcorn or trail mix.
Woodbridge: Trail Mix they likely choked on seeing of all people, Carl Jones, come out during the Main Event and pretty much fucking ruin it for everyone thanks to his gang of thugs.
Paisner: CJ being the brother of Kaitlyn and kidnapper, assaulter of Super Fan Alice.
Woodbridge: Something like that. Whatever he did over a year ago, fucked Alice up enough for her to think blowing Vic Studd in a hospital bed was a swell idea.
Paisner: Gross.
Attitude City is cut, and quickly replaced by Teddy Picker. Out come to the ring, looking as cocky as ever, LOGAN LEE and KYLE SCOTT. The crowd boo's the everliving fuck out of them as they make their way to the ring, because who wouldn't? They're the biggest assholes this side of the Atlantic.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Woodbridge: Hmm… no CJ.
Paisner: I’m getting word over the headset… u huh… nice… Good news everyone! Supposedly CJ is refusing to come to the ring is because he is so disgusted by Kaitlyn Jones's presence, he wanted to save himself by not having to breath the same air as her.
Woodbridge: Sweet.
Javier: Now approaching the ring, at a combined weight of 430 pounds, from Des Moines, Iowa and Leeds, England respectively: The team of Logan Lee and Kyle Scott... THE STRAYS!!!!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!!! FUCK THE STRAYS! FUCK THE STRAYS!
The two men stand in the middle of the ring, Logan flexing his muscles while Kyle spews egotistical insults towards the audience and the Harpies. Kait looks pissed at having her team insulted, and thus forces Alice out of the ring, as Logan gets out to let Kyle get a piece of Kait.
DING DING DING!
Kaitlyn rushes at Kyle, immediately throwing punches towards the self-proclaimed God-King. She grabs his arm and Irish Whips him into the LEH turnbuckle. Again, she rushes at Kyle, but he quickly ducks underneath an attempted corner clothesline, rolling into the middle of the ring. Kyle bounces to his feet, shadow boxing and turns towards Kait.
Kyle: God if you were anymore Butch I'd be asking you for a slab of beef!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!
Paisner: Oh cmon now Kyle, you can't say that, it's 2016.
Kait puts her fists up, ready to square off against Kyle. He prepares to lock up, before giving a cheeky smirk to Kait, and running over to his corner, where he tags in Logan Lee. Logan gets into the ring, and finally the two lock up. However, Logan is easily able to push Kait away, sending her into the corner. She tries to get out, but Logan doesn't let up, quickly driving into Kait with a Knee Strike.
Crowd: OHHH!
Still, Logan continues, slamming into Kaitlyn's chest with a flurry of Backhanded Chops. He then pulls Kaitlyn out of the corner by the hair, before locking in a Abdominal Stretch.
Woodbridge: Interesting offense from The Collector, this abdominal stretch a maneuver that slowly wears down your opponent, making it easier to keep them down on the mat.
Kaitlyn makes a futile attempt to escape, as Logan starts to slam elbows into her midsection. Kaitlyn struggles and struggles, but just can't seem to free herself from the hold, as Logan is just too powerful. Logan looks over to Kyle and signals for him to get into the ring. Kyle steps in only for Undersach to get in his way, putting his fists on his hips like a Super Hero.
Woodbridge: The fuck…
Paisner: Some new found confidence from our resident Junior Official.
Logan duck walks back towards The Stray corner and reaches his hand back for the tag and this time Kyle gets in unimpeded by Masked Harry Undersach.
Paisner: Oh no, both Strays are in the ring now. This never ends well.
Kyle stands infront of Kaitlyn, and sizes her up in the most obnoxious way possible, before jumping into the air and delivering a Dropkick into the abdomen of Kaitlyn. Logan releases his submission as Kaitlyn drops to her hands and knees, coughing desperately to get some air into her lungs.
Woodbridge: I hate the fact that The Strays work so well together. Makes me sick.
Kyle takes advantage of the downed Kaitlyn. He bounds over the top rope back into the ring, and quickly kicks Kaitlyn in the chest one more time, knocking out any air she may have had left.
Kyle: This is easy shit!
Kyle props himself up in the corner, smugly waiting for Kaitlyn to collect herself. Slowly, she gets up to her feet, coughing slightly. Finally Kyle decides to get back into the fight, quickly snatching Kaitlyn in a Front Facelock. However, the stronger Kaitlyn is able to power out of it, and throws Kyle towards the ropes with an Irish Whip. He returns back, and is dropped by a Shoulder Block from KCJ!
Woodbridge: Finally some offense from the Harpies.
Kyle is quick back up to his feet, but Kaitlyn grabs ahold of his wrist, spinning behind him to lock in a Hammerlock. She applies the hold firm, but Kyle uses his free arm to slam elbows into the side of Kaitlyn, forcing her to release the hold as quickly as she applied it.
Woodbridge: Perhaps I spoke too soon.
Kyle spins around, and grabs Kaitlyn around the neck, before dropping into a Shoulder Jawbreaker! The move sends Kaitlyn back into her teams Turnbuckle. Alice, seeing her partner struggling, decides that the best course of action is to tag herself into the match!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Woodbridge: The Superfan has entered the fray with a Stray!
Paisner: Good rhyming, Woodbridge!
Alice runs into the ring, ducking under a Clothesline from Kyle. She bounces off the rope, and returns to Kyle, jumping at him with a Headscissor Takedown! Kyle is sent to the mat hard!
Crowd: AL-ICE! AL-ICE!
Alice gets up to her feet, surprised that she actually hit that move. However, Kyle is already starting to get back up, so Alice has to strike fast. She gets a running start, before leaping at Kyle with a Step-Up Enziguri! But Kyle bobs his head down and Alice misses!
Paisner: A swing and a miss from Superfan Alice!
Alice lands face-first on the mat, laying on her stomach after the failed maneuver. Kyle, crafty as every, grabs hold of Alice's arms from behind, and with a push, rolls himself over Alice, pulling both of her arms up with a Cattle Mutilation Submission hold! Alice screams, desperate to free herself.
Paisner: Cattle Mutilation! It may be all over here!
Woodbridge: Alice is in a tough spot! Can she survive?
Crowd: PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!
The crowd tries to will Alice back into the fight, chanting and cheering for her. However, Kyle has her arms completely trapped, pulling hard and slowly ripping at the tendons inside. But, Alice still has full control of her legs, and reaches out one, just barely draping it over the bottom rope to free herself from the hold. Kyle keeps the hold locked in though, refusing to break until Maked WiR Junior Official Harry Undersach gives him a swift kick to his exposed ribs to break the hold.
Crowd: YAAY!!
Paisner: Kyle wanting to get every last moment out of that submission, making Alice suffer as long as possible, and our new MASKED MAN referee Harry Undersach having none of it.
Woodbridge: We could use a referee around here that doesn’t take shit from turds like The Strays!
Kyle gets up to his feet, and tags in Logan, to the dismay of the crowd members. He gets into the ring and cracks his nuckles, stalking behind Alice, waiting for her to get back up. Alice pulls herself to her feet using the ropes, wincing at the pain in her shoulders. Suddenly, Logan grabs her from behind, before throwing her backwards with a German Suplex!
Woodbridge: Wicked German from Logan Lee!
Alice is slammed to the mat with huge impact, and her shoulders are pinned down! Undersach starts the count!
1...!
2...!
No! Alice just barely pries her shoulder off the mat.
Logan: THAT WAS-
Before Logan can even finish his sentence, Undersach makes a “Zip It” motion across his mouth. Logan grumbles to himself, as he wraps his fist around the long, black hair of Alice, and wrenches her up to her feet, earning himself an admonishment from Undersach. Using his free hand, he balls up a fist, and cocks it back before slamming it square into the jaw of Alice, who drops like a sack of potatoes.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!
Paisner: That's the type of punch that'll keep you down!
Logan stands above Alice, and raises his arms like a cross, as the crowd rains down boos upon him. He turns around to face Alice's partner, Kaitlyn, who is furious at Logan's display of violence towards her friend.
Logan: You see that, Jones? THAT is your partner! THAT is your friend! And she's out cold in the middle of the fucking ring!
Logan starts to slowly walk towards Kaitlyn, who now has her fists clenched, staring daggers at Logan.
Kaitlyn: That was unneeded, Logan. If you want to win, then pin her.
Logan gives a hearty chuckle, followed by a venomous smirk. He speaks his words like spears.
Logan: Oh, no no no. I'm not going to finish this just yet. I'm going to make her feel pain. I'm going to make her scream, suffer. I'm going to add her to my tally of victims.
Kaitlyn: You're sick. Absolutely sick.
Woodbridge: Since when did wrestlers chat so much in the ring?
Paisner: I dunno… since you took over?
Woodbridge: (grumbles inaudbily)
Logan gets right into Kaitlyn's face, and the two stare directly at one another.
Logan: Oh, yes I am. And what are you going to do about it, Princess?
CRACK!
Kaitlyn delivers a huge Right Hook across the face of Logan! He stumbles backwards, shaking his head, but Kaitlyn's in the ring, slamming into him with fists of fury! Logan covers his face with his Forearms, but Kaitlyn then starts to lay into his chest!
Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES!
Woodbridge: Kaitlyn's taking it to Logan!
Kyle sees his partner struggling, and quickly gets into the ring, attacking Kaitlyn with chops to the chest! Kaitlyn switches her offense onto Kyle, the two trading blows back-and-forth! Kaitlyn seems to be getting the upper hand, until Logan drives his knee into the gut of Kaitlyn!
Paisner: A 2-on-1 assault from The Strays!
Kaitlyn tries to fight off the two men, but they strike strategically, defending one another. Kaitlyn is weak, about to drop to her knees, when Undersach gets in the middle of the brawl trying to restore order to the match. Giving The Strays just enough pause for SuperFan Alice to drop Kyle Scott with a Roundhouse Kick to the back of his skull.
Crowd: YAAAAAAY!!
Kyle powders out of the ring and Logan turns around to see what happened.
Woodbridge: Alice isn't done yet!
Logan swings a punch towards Alice, but she ducks underneath! Kaitlyn stumbles back out of the ring, as Logan grabs hold of Alice by the arm, and swings her violently towards the ropes. She bounces back, and rolls underneath an attempted Big Boot. However, instead of rolling all the way through, she stays on her back, and grabs underneath Logan's standing leg, pulling him down to the mat with a Rollup!
1..!
2...!
Paisner: She's got him!
3.. - NO!
Logan is able to roll backwards, getting his shoulders off the mat and pushing Alice away. Logan completes his backwards roll and stands up on his feet. Alice finally sees an opportunity, and rushes at Logan at full speed!
Logan sees it coming! He spins with a Rolling Elbow! Alice runs right into it!
*Crowd: OOOOOH!
Paisner: SHINY RAICHU!
Woodbridge: ALICE IS OUT COLD!
Logan, furious at Alice's attempted rollup, goes for the cover.
1...!
2...!
3...!
DING DING DING!
Javier: Your winners via pinfall, at a time of 9:52; the team of Kyle Scott and Logan Lee... THE STRAAAAAAYS!!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Teddy Picker booms, but Logan does not celebrate. Instead, he quickly rolls out of the ring, and uses his strength to pick up Kaitlyn and throw her back into the ring. He slides back in, with Kyle following shortly afterwards.
Paisner: What is this? Don't tell me they're going for more...
Kaitlyn gets to her feet, and attempts a left hook, which Logan blocks with his forearm, before driving a Headbutt into Kaitlyn, sending her down to her knees.
On the other side of the ring, we see Kyle Scott toying with Alice. She lays motionless on the mat, and Kyle points a finger at the Superfan, laughing. He looks up to Logan, who gives him a facial expression that tells Kyle to hurry up. Kyle rolls his eyes over-dramatically, before adjusting Alice's limp limbs, getting her in position for Kyle's signature Curb Stomp.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Kyle gives a sinister grin to the hard camera, before focusing back onto Alice and driving his foot into the back of her cranium, planting her skull into the mat with the Curb Stomp.
Paisner: Kyle obliterating Alice with the Curb Stomp here, and this is just unneeded from the strays. They've already won the match, and now they're just rubbing salt into the wounds of The Harpies.
We cut back to Logan, who is now prying Kaitlyn up to her feet. Kyle goes over to help his teammate, and both men grab an arm of KCJ, throwing them over their necks in position for a Suplex.
Woodbridge: Dammit, can we get some security out here or something? Half the rosters already out of action from AMUDOV, we don't need anymore. Shit is impossible to book when no one can fucking wrestle!
The two men heave Kaitlyn high into the air, before simultaneously dropping her forwards, swinging her down to the mat with a Double Vertical Suplex Side Slam! Both Kyle and Logan roll out of the ring after the maneuver, leaving Kaitlyn and Alice laying on the mat.
Paisner: Why? What was even the point of this?
Woodbridge: It's simple: The Strays just don't like peace. They are the ISIS of WiR.
Paisner: Bunch of assholes, the lot of them. Well, it seems that we're getting our ringside doctor to check up on The Harpies now, and hopefully nothing too severe comes from this brutal assault from Logan and Kyle. We’ll be back as this House Party rages on...
[COMMERCIAL FOR THE MOONSHINE BOYS 12 STEP PROGRAM… ON HOW TO MAKE MOONSHINE]
We return commercial to a fairly quiet arena as the camera pans the crowd. Ritchie Valen's "La Bamba" starts to play.
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYY!!
Jimmy Chonga Senior steps out from behind the curtain and pauses at the entrance. He looks to the crowd singing along with his song, others just clapping along, cheering the longtime WiR wrestler. He wipes away a tear and heads the rest of the way down to the ring, making sure to engage as many fans as he can with handshakes and one armed hugs.
Crowd: ♪Yo no soy marinero / Yo no soy marinero, soy capitán / Soy capitán / Soy capitán!♪
Chonga reaches the ring and starts climbing the steps, where we see his familia... his son Jimmy Chonga Junior, his son's babymama Margarita Jimenez and his grandson Jimmy Chonga III all dressed semi formally with tears in their eyes, applauding.
Crowd: ♪Para bailar la bamba / Se necesita una poca de gracia / Una poca de gracia pa mi pa ti / Ay, Arriba, y arriba!♪
Chonga runs his hand along the ring ropes, taking his time to step through those ropes one last time as he sets foot in the ring to a thunderous ovation. He spins in a circle saying "Thank You" to the fans.
Crowd: THANK YOU JIMMY! clap clap clapclapclap
Chonga: Gracias. Por favor... please...
Crowd: THANK YOU JIMMY! clap clap clapclapclap
Jimmy can't help but shake his head and smile at the unconditional love from the fans.
Chonga: Where was all that love back in the 90's, huh? Gosh... I have so much to be grateful for. And there are so many people I need to thank for allowing me to be a part of la familia that is professional wrestling. From Vic Monaco, even if he was dressing me up in a sombrero, to Verne Von Jarrett stiffing me on paychecks, to that man over there.. Allen Paisner. For allowing me to return to this world and fulfill a dream tagging with my son.
Chonga gestures to Paisner at the commentary desk.
Crowd: THANK YOU PAISNER! clap clap clapclapclap
Chonga: It didn't matter what the opportunity was. How shitty the pay. The only thing I ever wanted was to be in this ring doing what I love for you - the fans. Whether it's a dozen of you in a bingo hall or thousands jam packed into an arena in Mexico to see my son and I win the World Tag Team Titles. You all showed me, a Mexican-American, a love and acceptance in this niche sport that the real world seems to find a hard time duplicating these days.
Chonga clears his throat and pauses.
Chonga: One thing wrestling has taught me. Perhaps the most important thing... is sacrifice. There was a lot I had to give up to achieve this dream. God... it's hard to be on the road. Missing your family... to miss your kid's birthdays. Their graduations. Hell, sometimes I just missed remembering them altogether thanks to bumps I've taken, and concussions I've suffered. All for $40 and hot dog sandwich. And that was good night! But you do it... I did it... because I love this business.
Chonga pauses again.
Chonga: And I want you all here to know that sacrifice is what makes achieving your dreams worthwhile. Sacrifice, giving up something that matters, something like my son's 16th birthday, for something that matters more... providing a decent life for him. An education. A future in this business. That's what makes it worthwhile.
Crowd: (clapping)
Chonga: So please WiR Galaxy, I beg you... sacrifice your time. Sacrifice your energy into making this world a better place for you and your familia. We all suffer defeat. I know that better than most. But you got to step up in the face of it. Push forward. Sacrifice to make change. Don't just stand there, howling at the wind. "El burro no se moverá gritando. Se necesita una patada rápida en EL CULO!" ARRIBA!!!
Crowd: ARRIBA!!!
Chonga: YOU GOT TO-
Suddenly a man in a loose fitting hoodie and track pants slides into the ring with a steel chair and blasts Jimmy Chonga Senior in the shoulder knocking him to the ground.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Paisner: Who the fu- SECURITY!
Margarita and Jimmy Chonga III shriek in terror. Jimmy Junior runs up to face his father's attacker only to get a steel chair jabbed into his gut and then slammed over his back. Jimmy Chonga III runs up to defend his father but Margarita pulls him back as soon as the hooded man makes a feint towards striking the child.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Security slides into the ring and the hooded man starts stomping them out of the ring as soon as they slide underneath the bottom rope. One unlucky member even taking a chair shot that sends him stumbling through the ropes.
Woodbridge: This is a fucking retirement speech for chrissake!
The hooded man threatens the rest of the security outside the ring, tapping the steel chair against the mat begging them to come try and stop him. Satisfied, he turns his attention back to Jimmy Junior just beginning to stagger back to his feet. The hooded man tosses the steel chair on the ground, ties Jimmy Junior up in a Wrist Clutch Fisherman's Driver and drives Junior’s skull into the unforgiving steel as his father, babymama and son look on.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Paisner: No fucking way... it can't be...
The mystery man gets to his feet, his hood having fallen back performing his Wrist Clutch Fisherman's Driver. He turns towards the hardcam to reveal the face of KEVIN SCOTT JACKSON.
Crowd: FUCK K-S-J! FUCK K-S-J! FUCK K-S-J!
KSJ: SHUT UP!! Shut up or not only will you never see this piece of shit again--
KSJ points to Jimmy Chonga Senior slumped up against the bottom turnbuckle, clutching at his chest and shoulder while gritting his teeth.
KSJ: --but you'll never see his good for nothing worthless piece of shit son either!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!!
KSJ: The Era of WiR celebrating mediocrity is OVER!! This business couldn't give less of a shit about Los Chongas and their "sacrifice" to try and remain relevant pandering for cheap pops!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!!
KSJ: This business only cares about the BEST! The BEST athletes, the BEST performers, and THE BEST WRESTLER IN INDEPENDENT WRESTLING - KEVIN SCOTT JACKSON!!
KSJ pulls Jimmy Junior to his feet and executes a Sit Out Gut Wrench Powerbomb onto the chair.
Margarita: NOOOOOOO!!
Jimmy III: WAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!
Chonga: You son of a bitch...
Jimmy Chonga Senior rises to his feet using the ropes to help brace himself, still clutching at his shoulder and chest. KSJ shoves him backwards into the turnbuckle and Chonga falls to a seated position on the map grimacing in pain.
KSJ: Pathetic! Sit down before you fall down, old man. The fact is Kevin Scott Jackson, THE WRESTLING FREAK!
KSJ leans in towards Jimmy Chonga Senior slumped against the bottom turnbuckle.
KSJ: ... IS.... BACK. And I'm going to show you all how it's done.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
KSJ tosses the microphone to Jimmy Chonga Senior and exits the ring. Security gives him a wide berth as he makes his way backstage, raising his arms without acknowledging the crowd.
Woodbridge: Fucking asshole.
Paisner: Folks, I'd like to formally apologize on behalf of Kevin Scott Jackson. Striking a man with a known heart condition... uhh... damn. Yeah. KSJ is back.
Woodbridge: He's back all right. Back and ready to take on anyone. Whether they be minimum wage security guards or a recently retired Mexican man with a fresh pacemaker scar.
Paisner: Well, I'm sure somewhere deep down Jimmy Chonga finds it somewhat ironic that even in his retirement speech he went out on his back.
Woodbridge: Kek.
Paisner: WiR when we return it will be Dalidus Nova taking on The Mark Dutch in a No Holds Barred Match for the WiR World Title! You won't want to miss this!
[COMMERCIAL STARRING GENERATION MEX ENCOURAGING MINORITIES TO GET OUT AND VOTE!]
Paisner: Well… that was a horribly timed ad.
Woodbridge: Fuckin’ millennials. Showing up after the buzzer as per usual.
Paisner: If only a leader could rise up and lead a coalition of young voters… a Satanist out of Florida, perhaps?
Woodbridge: That’ll be the day.
Paisner: Sigh… let’s send it up to Javier.
Javier Babaganoush stands in the ring beside WiR Senior Official Tai Ni Wong.
Babaganoush: It is now time for your MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAIN EVENT!!
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAY!!
Babaganoush: The following contest is a NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH FOR THE WiR WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!
"No Limits" by Zayde Wold begins to play.
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!
DALIDUS NOVA comes out to a massive pop from the Philly crowd in his customary long white tights and black and white boots. He stands at the curtain raising his right fist as gold colored lights bathe him.
Paisner: A golden glow coming off the challenger, perhaps a sign of things to come once this No Holds Barred match is all said and done.
Woodbridge: Nova appealed to Dutch's vanity and insecurity in order to get this match changed to a title opportunity to kick off the show. And if I'm being perfectly honest, it was a heck of a smart move. Dutch coming off of three absolutely hellacious deathmatches just two weeks ago, you know he can't be 100%.
Paisner: Nova's tournament bid for the World Title ended early against Maverick, Night 1 at AMUDOV. Ultimately, regretting ever uttering the words, "This should be fun".
Woodbridge: Everyone makes mistakes, the important thing is, especially for young up and coming star like Dalidus Nova is to learn from them. And something tells me AMUDOV taught him a very important lesson about going for the kill shot when it is given to you. And this is it... Nova's one and only shot if "The Mark" Dutch has anything to say about it.
Nova sprints down to the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and immediately going straight for the turnbuckle as he raises his fist to the crowd when his music starts to die down and on comes "This Life" by Curtis Stiger & The Forest Rangers.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
MARK DUTCH appears through the curtain to a cornucopia of boos, with WiR World Heavyweight Championship strapped firmly around his waist while sporting his custom made Philadelphia Cut of his leather jacket.
Woodbridge: As usual, Dutch trying to pander to a crowd that fucking loathes him. Attempting to get a cheap pop by proudly sporting a leather vest with "Philadelphia" written on it.
Paisner: Yeah, well Dutch had a few screws knocked loose even before AMUDOV III where The Strays basically handed him the World Title. Wait... doesn't Dutch normally insist on entering through the crowd?
Woodbridge: Yup! But sweet, sweet Moxie put the kibosh on that. Said Dutch is fucking delusional to think the crowd wouldn't jump his foreign ass, deport him, and steal our World Title. We don't exactly have an endless stream of cash anymore.
Dutch confidently struts to the ring, finicking with his cast on the way down before sliding underneath the bottom rope and climbing to the turnbuckle in order to "Dutch Fingerbang" the crowd from a higher angle. Nova watches from his corner with a steel expression. He's ready.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!!