WiR House Party E64 / Mexico City, Mexico / April 11th, 2016
Lights begin the flash around the huge Arena México as the crowd of Chonga-loving fans are going nuts. Coocaraha is playing over the speakers. Paisner:
Arrivederci everyone and welcome to LUCHA LIBRE NIGHT! Woodbridge:
We’re halfway into All-Around April, and tonight we’re gonna have a historic show! Paisner:
In our main event, Erik Von Jarrett will challenge Brodie Hansen for the WiR World Championship! Woodbridge:
The last time we were in this building, Los Chongas won gold. Will EVJ be able to do it as well? Paisner:
Well, he’s not Mexican so I’m not sure he gets the same home field advantage as they did. Woodbridge:
But he’s from every body’s hometowns! He has that advantage everywhere! Paisner:
I guess we’ll just have to wait and see, but for now, let’s start the show!
Just as the crowd starts to settle, a familiar tune begins to play and they erupt out of their seats. Crowd:
Wait, Mark, is that you I think it is!? Woodbridge:
You’re damn right it is!
Once the chorus kicks in, Sonny Carson
comes through the curtains with a big smile on his face, happy to see the WiR fans again. Draped around his arm is main squeeze Tori
, who is sporing a coy smirk. Maximo Moon
is trailing behind them, keeping his distance trying not to distract from Sonny. Paisner:
Sonny Carson has returned to House Party! Woodbridge:
Last we saw Carson, he was #30 in the A Happening match, but it’s been almost 2 months since Sonny has joined us on House Party! Paisner:
Well, as we saw over the weekend, he’s fresh off the heels of that major announcement regarding Ballsweat’s Global Initiative. I wonder what business he has here? Woodbridge:
You ever think maybe he just likes being on WiR? Paisner:
There’s no doubt in my mind he does, but we all know that Maximo is the one pulling the strings here. So whatever Sonny is doing, it’s all about Ballsweat business.
Carson climbs onto the apron and holds the bottom ropes open for Tori to climb through. Maximo takes the steps on the opposite side of the ring. Carson is handed a mic by Javier and he addresses the crowd. Paisner:
She certainly looks familiar. I swear I’ve seen her somewhere before… Woodbridge:
Let’s be honest, all women above 60 with that haircut look the exact same. Well, whiteys mostly. Paisner:
Figure I'd balance the racist programming we're no doubt about to see tonight. Hey what do white people make for dinner? RESERVATIONS. Paisner:
God damn it.
Sonny waves to the crowd, positively beaming with warmth. Carson:
Wow, it feels good to be back with all you wonderful people! Crowd:
YAAAAAAY! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! Carson:
Aww shucks guys, I should be chanting “welcome back” at you guys for coming back into my life again! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! Crowd:
The crowd politely applauds for themselves. Carson:
Now, as I’m sure you’ve all heard, over the weekend I was absolutely blessed to be a part of history when I got to launch the brand new Ballsweat Global Initiative, which has successfully incorporated Ballsweat energy drinks into every home in every country in every continent on the planet! Crowd:
BALL-SWEAT! BALL-SWEAT! BALL-SWEAT!
Maximo gets a glint in his eye over to crowd’s enthusiasm for his product. Carson:
But the BGI doesn’t just stop at installing Ballsweat wells in places like Uganda or other impoverished countries. We know our roots and where we came from, which is right here with you guys at House Party! That’s why I would like to officially announce that WiR will be a part of the BGI, and on May 5th we will start to Ballsweat Global Initiative World Tour! Crowd:
You here that Mark, WiR is headed on a Bogus Journey! Woodbridge:
And with Ballsweat behind us, it won’t financially bankrupt us like our Excellent Adventure. Paisner:
Seemed like a good idea at the time. Carson:
House Party will be going to Australia! Crowd:
Told ya so. Paisner:
South America! Crowd:
And finally, we’ll end the tour with Vintage! 2: Electric Boogaloo LIVE from the United Kingdom! Crowd:
And all of this is only possible because of you, THE FANS! Crowd:
Thank you for being such a big part of Ballsweat, and enjoy the rest of the show!
Boney M starts to play again as everybody applauds Carson, who turns to Tori for a kiss. Tori plants a big, sloppy one on him and rests her head on his shoulder as Carson waves to the crowd. However, the mini celebration is cut off by an unmistakeable guitar strum and soul wrenching song about self gratification. Crowd:
Carson and Tori turn towards the entrance way. Sonny looks on like an excited dog waiting to see who comes out, meanwhile Tori wears stoic visage as if she anticipated this turn of events. After a few moments, Vic Studd
and his wife Roisin O'Brien
come storming down the aisle. Neither one looking the least bit entertained. Paisner:
The first couple of Wrestling is Reddit! Woodbridge:
Well, not the first. Paisner:
Shut the fuck up Mark. You know what I meant. Vic and Ro, fresh off their World Tour! I don’t know what they're doing out here, but they do not look happy!
Vic stares daggers through Carson, Tori pulls Carson in close and whispers something into his ear. Carson’s look of excitement over meeting someone new turns to one of caution, and he takes a big gulp as Vic and Ro enter the ring. Tori puts her arm in front of Carson and pushes him back a few steps, and Studd darts his head back and forth between Carson and Tori with a look of disdain, disgust creeping over his face with each passing second. Finally, Studd points at Carson with the eyes of a provoked bull. Vic:
You're dead. Carson:
I WAS dead! I'm better now!
Meanwhile, Ro and Tori square off face to face. Both women unflinching. Ro:
Crawl back underneath the fuckin' bridge ya came from cunt. Tori:
And you must be the "beloved" Roisin O'Brien. Quite a mouth on you little lass.
Studd lunges towards Carson, who flinches backwards and lets out a high-pitched squeal. Carson:
Almost instantly, a squadron of 12 Ballsweat Security Guards flood the ring and get between the two couples. Ro kicks a security guard in the balls and tosses him aside as Vic decks two more dropping them to the mat. But the mass of humanity is too much and they get pushed back to the ropes. Crowd:
Tori pulls Carson back, preventing Studd from getting his hands on him. Ro tries to leap over a pair of security guards to try and claw at Tori while Studd continues to scream threats at Carson as security holds him back, his face red and the veins in his neck bulging. Vic:
I'LL CRACK YOU LIKE A WALNUT YOU SCRAWNY PIECE OF SHIT!
With Studd and Ro being held back, Tori grabs a microphone and very calmly begins to speak. Tori:
It’s okay boys, let them go. I know how to handle him.
The guards looks at each other confused, but Maximo nervously gives them the nod to listen to Tori and they release Vic and Ro. They slowly back out of the ring and Studd brushes himself off, simmering his anger. Ro balls up her fists ready to strike at a moment's notice smiling at the guard still wincing from her nut shot as he slowly rolls out of the ring. Vic glances away from Carson, setting his focus on Tori. She takes a step forward. Tori:
Hello Victor. Vic:
Fuck you. Tori:
Language! Is that any way to speak to your mother?
An audible gasp is heard from the crowd. Vic's breathing begins to come a bit faster triggering Roisin to drape her arms over his shoulder and hold her body up against his. Paisner:
Fuck, I knew I recognized her! That’s "Vainglorious" Victoria Studd! Woodbridge:
Wait…Sonny’s been fucking Vic’s mom? GONNA NEED SOME POPCORN OVER HERE!
Roisin smiles at Victoria. Ro:
Maybe he can't. But I can. FUUUUUUUCK YOOOOUUUU. Y' see mum... This?
Roisin rubs Vic's chest slowly. Ro:
THIS IS MINE NOW. Victoria:
Oh.... oh sugar. You don't want THAT. Trust me. I didn't even WANT that. But it is mine. And I WILL be taking it back. Along with everything else.
Victoria glances around the ring at the Ballsweat Security Guards at her disposal. Ro:
I fuckin' dare ya t' try and take it. Vic:
Even Sonny looks a little shocked at the revelation that Vic is "Tori’s" son. However, after digesting it a bit, he gets a big smile on his face and approaches the stand off between Ro, Vic ad his mother Victoria. Carson:
Wait, so this is the little Victor I’ve heard so much about!? What a SMALL world! Who knew that the guy who was always tugging his wiener back and forth over other people’s bags backstage would end up being little Victor!
Sonny approaches Vic with a massive grin. Carson:
I've heard so much about you! I dream that one day we will come to have a friendship never before seen on this Earth and be the father figure you were deprived.
Sonny goes in for hug bit stops just short of touching Vic and looks up at him. The anger emanating from Vic's aura washes over the crowd as they watch the impending murder of Sonny Carson... again. Vic's blood begins to boil over as Security slowly begins to slide back into the ring. Vic:
Touch me and I'll cut your throat with your fucking eyelashes. Carson:
Victoria seems positively giddy and the scenario unfolding. She smiles. Victoria:
Victor. Why do you always gotta be such a sour puss?
Before Vic can answer, Ro steps between Vic and his mother. Ro:
There’s only one puss in this building that’s gone sour. And I'm lookin' at it. Crowd:
Ro eyes her mother-in-law up and down. Victoria:
And I'm sure you're a regular Irish Spring... ginger whore. Crowd:
Ro leaps at Victoria but Vic grabs her around the waist. Security leaps onto the aprons and begin to fondle their holstered tasers. Vic's eyes them wearily as he struggles to restrain his wife. Ro:
LET ME GO!
Victoria laughs. Victoria:
Put a muzzle on your bitch Victor, if you're afraid she may bite. Vic:
Talk like that to my wife and you'll find out if I really can crawl back inside that shriveled husk you call a womb. Woodbridge:
And the show has reached a new low.
Victoria laughs at her son's threats. Victoria:
Oh Victor, have you fallen in love... again? What is this, soul mate number 54? When will you learn that the only woman in your life who will ever stick around is your deal old Mother.
Vic gestures to Sonny. Vic:
So what? You shack up with Casper the Friendly Ghost to fill that black gaping hole in her heart with delusions of power and a Canadian Slushy to try and teach me a lesson? Crowd:
Victoria slaps Studd across the face. Victoria:
WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT TALKING TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT!?
Ro slaps Victoria. Crowd:
Sonny jumps forward to get between Roisin and his lover. Maximo has seen enough. He steps forward from the turnbuckle and Security immediately pours into the ring with tasers drawn. Maximo:
Enough of this! Security, please escort Mr. and Mrs. Studd out of the building. We have no time for heathens like them.
The guards descend on Roisin and Vic dragging them out of the ring and down the aisle. They shout obscenities at Carson, Victoria, and Maximo. However, Carson grabs a mic again. Carson:
Hey hey hey, wait a minute, don’t make them leave just yet!
The guards hesitate holding Vic and Ro in place right beside the ring apron. Carson crouches down in the ring and talks down to Studd through the ropes, who is flaring at the nostrils. Carson:
Hey kiddo, I know you’re really confused right now and probably have a lot of questions. Things like this can be tough when you’re growing up, I understand that. But I just want you to know that no matter what happens, anytime, anywhere, I’ll be here for you. Right now I can think of over 700 ways to win your heart. And that's just involving playing CHESS!
The entire crowd shudders. Suddenly, a light bulb goes off in Carson’s head. Carson:
Oh! I have a great idea! Why don’t we have a big family dinner! You can bring your girlfriend over to me and your mother’s place and we can all have some good old family bonding! Vic:
Over my dead body. Ro:
Carson: Oh… well, if you change your mind, you know where to find us!
Maximo gives the guards the signal and they drag Studd and Ro back up the entrance ramp as Maximo and Victoria get into a hushed argument in the ring. Carson just continues to wave at the crowd. Paisner:
Well, just when you thought Studd's family issues couldn't get more dysfunctional... COMMERCIAL
We come back from commercial to see "Vile" Vic Studd pacing back and forth outside the building chain smoking. Maximo:
Vic Studd. Do you have a minute?
Vic whirls around to see Maximo approaching with 4 Ballsweat Security Guards. The four guards surround Vic as he eyes them cautiously. Vic:
For your Max? I have five.
Vic blows out a cloud of smoke in Maximo's direction. Maximo:
Charming. Vic, you and I don't have to be enemies. Vic:
Never said we were. As long as you keep signing them checks. Maximo:
Of course. But right now, we have something in common, you and I. Neither one of us want that devious shrew of a mother of yours meddling in our business. Vic:
No shit. Get to the point. Maximo:
Sonny's offer for dinner. I want you to accept.
Vic snorts out a laugh. Vic:
No offense, but I'm old school. I don't break bread before a double homicide. Screws with my digestion. Maximo:
Just another quality we have in common. No, I don't require something quite so drastic. Sonny is not to be harmed. I simply need you to remove your mother from the equation.
Vic steps forward and towers over the older Maximo. The Ballsweat Guards begin to get a bit uneasy as Vic exhales a cloud of smoke out of his nostrils. Vic grabs Maximo's bow tie and begins to fondle it before starting to untie it. Maximo doesn't even flinch. Vic:
You need? But what about MY needs? Maximo:
And what is it that you NEED, Mr. Studd?
Vic smiles as he undoes Maximo's bow tie and proceeds to blow his nose into it. Taking care to jam the bowtie up his nostril as far as it will go before pulling it back out and stuffing it down Maximo's dress shirt. Vic:
I'll be in touch. Maximo:
You're a Neanderthal. Vic:
Vic flicks his cigarette onto Maximo's dress shoes and muscles his way past two of the Ballsweat Security Guards. He pauses for a brief moment and looks over at his shoulder back at the fuming Maximo. Vic:
Oh... and Max. My beloved has a very sophisticated palate. Perhaps something with truffles?
Vic enters the arena leaving Maximo with his guards. As soon as the door closes, Maximo reaches into his dress shirt, ripping out the unfurled bow tie and tossing it to the ground in an uncommon fit of rage. Maximo:
I really do detest that man.
We cut back to the arena for the next match, Javier:
This following matchup is a 2 out of 3 falls tag-team match! First, approaching the ring - Suddenly, Kyle Scotts theme music comes bursting through the arena. The self-proclaimed emperor himself walks onto the ramp, before taking of a large red cape and throwing it at Javier. He is wearing a luchadore mask that appears to be made of solid gold. Kyle:
SILENCE! While I am present inside this arena, not a single noise shall come from your peasant mouths. Crowd Member:
WE HATE YOU KYLE! Kyle:
I'm sorry sir, would you kindly repeat that statement? Crowd Member:
YOU FUCKING SUCK, GET OUT OF HERE. Kyle:
Hm, yes... I see. Security! Take this man, and throw him the hell out of MY arena! Now, as I was saying... I shall grace your ears for one night only, as I shall commentate my opinions upon this combat sport! Paisner:
Ah shit. Clear a space, this is gonna be a long match. Kyle:
Now, Javier, do your job. Javier stumbles over his words at first, but controls himself. Javier:
Now approaching the ring, from Ontario, Canada, weighing a combined 399 pounds... Dalidus Nova, and James Ivory! Ecstasy of Gold booms from the speakers, as the walk down the ramp in their masks. The two wear matching masks and as they enter the ring, you can see a single tear in the eye of James. Woodbridge:
Well, this is a big night for James Ivory, as he makes his in-ring debut! Kyle:
Woodbridge, shut the fuck up. This is now my commentary desk, and if you continue to speak, I can assure you that you will be thrown out of this building. Javier:
Now, your two mystery opponents... First, standing at 6 feet 8 inches, weighing 285 pounds. From Rexdale, Ontario, he is your Independent Champion: Andrew "The Dragon" Garciaaa! Kyle Scott:
Oh my, this one is shaping up to be interesting. Two fuckboys, versus a phony champion and his dogshit tag partner, I wonder who it will be! Javier:
Secondly, his tag team partner. weighing 120 pounds, standing at 5 feet 2 inches. From Tampico, Mexico, and making her return to WiR... Mujer Dragón! Kyle:
Who? Garcia and Mujer stand at the top of the ramp, On The Outside played throughout the arena. Andrew Garcia puts on his mask,The two fistbump, and sprint towards the ring. Kyle:
Honestly, who cares? This entire match is full of people that don't matter! I mean, who even ARE half of these people?
Ding Ding Ding!
At the bell, James Ivory rushes Mujer Dragon. Dragon, quick on her feet, spins it into an armdrag. Kyle:
And an incredibly weak armdrag from Mujer! I could do that better with my eyes closed!
James, now on his knees, is unexpectedly hit by a flurry of kicks by Mujer. After multiple kicks to the chest, she winds up for a kick to the skull. Kyle:
Well, rest in peace James. Looks like you're gonna retire after your first match!
Mujer puts all of her force into the kick, but James pulls his head down to duck the kick. Mujer stumbles, trying to regain her balance, giving time for James to get back to his feet. James waits for Mujer to face him, before delivering a sickening chop to the chest. Kyle:
Is that sexual assault?
Mujer falls to her knees, struggling to regain her breath after the blow. James bounces off the rope, leaps into the air, and delivers a low dropkick to Mujer, dropping her to the mat. James quickly hooks her leg, and goes for the cover.
No! Mujer kicks out, and James backs off to tag Dalidus. Kyle:
Oh look, It's Dumblidus Nova! Get it Paisner? Paisner:
Good one, Kyle... can we do our job now? Kyle:
Right now, your job is to sit there and shut the fuck up. Can you do that for me Paisner?
Dalidus rushes into the ring, and drops Mujer with a clothesline. Mujer pops right back up, only to get hit by another one! Crowd:
One more time! One more time!
Dalidus goes for the third clothesline, Mujer ducks under the clothesline. Dalidus turns to face Mujer, only to be hit by a pélé kick. Dalidus drops to the mat, and Mujer goes for the cover.
No! Dalidus gets his shoulder up. However, Mujer is far from done. She stands up and starts to swing her arms, before jumping into the air for a standing shooting star press. At the last second, Dalidus quickly rolls out of the way, and Mujer lands straight on the mat. Crowd:
Dalidus! Dalidus! Tag me in!
Dalidus and Mujer both crawl into their corners, and tag in James and Andrew at the same time. The two jump into the ring, and James goes for a clothesline. Andrew ducks the maneuver, and bounces off the rope. The two come running towards the center of the ring, when Andrew lifts up James and lands a pop up powerbomb in the center of the ring! James, now gasping for breath, is picked up by Andrew, who lifts him up before hitting a high-impact Yokosuka Cutter! Kyle:
He calls that Au Revoir, but he SHOULD be calling it "my shitty move."
Andrew rolls James onto his back, and hooks the far right leg.
Andrew Garcia and Mujer Dragon secure the first fall!
James rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope, as Andrew Garcia turns his back to Dalidus, and talks to the crowd One half of Crowd:
Dra-gons! Dra-gons! Other half of Crowd:
Lets go No-va! Lets go James!
Dalidus stalks Garcia, waiting for him to turn around again. As he does, Dalidus kicks him in the gut and lands a Northern Lights Suplex. Garcia, a true fighter, quickly gets back to his feet, only to be hit by a slingblade from Dalidus! He climbs over Garcia, and without hooking the leg, goes for the pin.
No! Garcia pulls his shoulder off the mat. Dalidus, knowing the ability of his opponent, doesn't give him time to recover. He pulls Garcia off the mat, traps Garcia in an inverted DDT position, before lifting him up and slamming him into the mat below. Kyle:
What does he call that? The Dalidus Drop? That name is worse than HIS, and that's saying something.
3.. - NO!
As Garcia pulls the shoulder off the mat yet again, Dalidus looks visibly frustrated. He goes to tag in James, but see's that he is still down and out on the ring apron, and is in no way ready to get back into the ring. He ponders his next move, before an idea pops into his head. He raises two fingers into the air, before pointing at Garcia, still crawling to his feet. As he makes it up, with no time to prepare, he is hit by a Shotgun Kick by Dalidus. Kyle:
Fuck sakes, is this match still going?
Dalidus lays on top of Garcia, and hooks one leg with his arms and the other with his legs, effectively trapping Garcia onto the mat.
Dalidus Nova and James Ivory secure the second fall! Crowd:
WOOOO! LET'S GO NO-VA! LET'S GO NO-VA! Kyle:
So, after a signature AND a finisher, Garcia stayed down. I don't know if Garcia's tough, or Dalidus is just weak as fuck.
Mujer Dragon climbs the top rope as Dalidus stands back up. Mujer, with no care for life or limb, jumps of the top rope to land a flying crossbody to Dalidus! While both are down, Mujer goes for the pin.
3.. - NO!
Dalidus Nova gets the shoulder up, and Mujer wastes no time picking him off the mat. While Dalidus is staggered, Mujer jumps into the air, and flips Dalidus over with a Hurricanrana. She goes for yet another pin.
3.. - NO!
Mujer picks Dalidus off the mat again. As he gets to his feet, He grapples his way to the back of Mujer and hooks her head. She tries to struggle out of it, but is unable to escape. Dalidus picks her up, and drops her to the mat with a Dalidus Drop. As he goes for the cover, we can hear Kyle Scott's voice. Kyle:
Alright, fuck this.
Kyle leaves the commentary desk and jumps onto the ring apron. The two referee's quickly stop paying attention to Dalidus's pinfall attempt, and begin arguing with Kyle. Referee Uno:
¡Basta! ¡Basta! ¡Salir! Kyle:
Use real fucking words! What the fuck are you saying?
Dalidus, furious that he could have just won, Gets right into Kyle Scott's face. Dalidus:
Get the hell out of here Kyle! Everyone hates you! Crowd:
Fuck off Ky-le! Fuck off Ky-le! Kyle:
Fuck did you just say to me? Dalidus:
I said this!
Dalidus winds up his fist, and punches Kyle square in the face. However, during all of this, Mujer Dragon has tagged in Garcia, who is now waiting behind Dalidus. As he turns around, Garcia kicks him in the gut, picks him up over his shoulder, and drops him into a Au Revoir!
Garcia goes for a pin on Dalidus, who is prone on the mat.
DING DING DING! Javier:
The winners of this match, at two falls versus one, at a time of 6:33...Andrew "Dragon" Garcia, and Mujer Dragon!
The two leave the ring, and celebrate on the ramp, as On The Outside
plays throughout the arena. In the ring, Kyle Scott stands over the defeated Dalidus Nova. James Ivory is nowhere to be seen, assumed to be taken out by Kyle earlier. Kyle Scott hooks Dalidus's legs and arms, hosts up his chest and head, and crushes his skull into the mat with a Curb Stomp! Kyle:
Fuck you Dalidus, you deserved that. COMMERCIAL
We come back from commercial to see Jack Flash in the ring, wearing a gold and pink luchador mask, and oversized sombrero. Flash:
SILENCIO! SILENCIO! Crowd:
THAT MEANS SHUT IT IN MEXICAN YOU MORONS! Crowd:
EL BOOOOOOO! Paisner:
Not exactly a neutral crowd when it comes to Jack Flash. Woodbridge:
Love him or hate him: those are your only two options. Flash:
Now I didn't come all this way to some shitty damp arena in some hellhole of a city to get booed by people like you. And I know there's only like 5 guys in the entire building that are understanding what I am saying, so for their benefit, I'll start speaking in a language you'll understand. Paisner:
Dios mios... Flash:
Lawnmower guacamole cocaine Tequila sunrise... Crowd:
PERRO! PERRO! PERRO!
Flash goes to the ropes and leans over towards the crowd. Flash:
Yeah you can chant all you like for him, he's never coming back! Crowd:
IS HE TRYING TO START A FUCKING RIOT?
Flash starts laughing to himself, while the fans geg angrier and angrier. One fan clocks Flash in the head with a water bottle, knocking off Flash's hat. He puts it back on, crotch chops the fan who threw it, then speams again. Flash:
So tonight, right here in the 5th circle of Hell, tonight we hold the 2nd round of the Jack Flash Retirement Tour. And in the spirit of tonight's lucha libre theme, I have invited one of lucha libre's all time greats! So please allow me to introduce, from Zona Norte, Tijuana, weighing 55 pounds, EL CHICO MONO! Paisner:
55 pounds, what... oh god...
From behind the curtain toddles El Chico Mono
as La Cuacaracha plays over the house speakers. Mono takes a long time to get to the ring, on account of him having very short legs, being a midget and all. Eventually he gets to the ring, and walks up the ring steps, and into the ring. He is handed a mic. El Chico Mono:
Eres el rey de arena. ¡Yo ganaré! Crowd:
What did he say? Something about sand? DING DING DING!
El Chico Mono looks all the way up at Jack Flash, who towers over him posing. Flash slowly circles the midget, pulling at each rope on each side of the ring to see how they're strung, to scout out his strategy. Meanwhile, his smaller opponent just stands petrified, staring at his much bigger opponent in a mixture of terror and inspiration. Finally, Mono clenches his fists, takes a deep breath, and begins to march over towards Jack Flash but gets cut off by... Los Chongas? Woodbridge:
Wait a minute, what are these two doing?
Jimmy Chonga Sr holds Flash at arm's length, while Junior kneels down to the mini wrestler and begins pulling at his mask. Mono tries to resist but his mask is pulled off! Paisner:
Wait... that's Jimmy Chonga the 3rd! This is an absolute disgrace! He's like 5 years old Jack! Leave him alone! Woodbridge:
Dammit Flash! We warned you the first time not to mess with Jimmy Chonga's baby boy, but he's gotten him in a damn match again!
Jimmy Chonga Jr gives his son a stern talking to, while he bawls his small child eyes out for being in trouble. Junior takes him by the hand, and leads him out of the ring, while Senior acts as point guard in case Flash tries to sneak attack them. They walk to the back as the refs count. 18! 19!
*20! DING DING DING! Javier:
En un tiempo de 76 segundos, el ganador, Jack Flash! Paisner:
Wait, wasn't this meant to be 2/3 falls? Woodbridge:
I think even these referees can see Jimmy Chonga Jr Jr isn't coming back to the ring.
Flash gestures for a microphone and puts his sombrero back on. He mockingly pretends to be out of breath, as if he'd just done a Broadway. Flash:
Well, that Mono guy, he was some really tough opposition! I don't know how the hell i managed to beat him, but at the end of the day, it's all about the W baybay! I got the win, which means that the Jack Flash Retirement Tour is back on the road! Next stop, a more civilised country... like Syria or Somalia! Goodnight perros and have fun trying to jump over the wall! Crowd:
No entiendo bien como antes se afanaban en salir a departir amigablemente y compartir una parte de su tiempo, con frases como la siguiente;
Hola, soy Carolina Descansa y estoy aqui para que me pregunteis lo que querais.
Hola, Soy Pablo Iglesias y estoy aqui para que me pregunteis todo lo que querais
Hola, soy Rerrejón y estoy con vosotros para que me pregunteis lo que querais
Antes, entraban en esta su plaza, ahora... Pues parece que se les ha olvidado que existís.
Buenoo, tal vez algún iluminado nos quiera despejar las dudas que hay.
Ale, Saludos desde Ontario