"Welcome to Wrestlecade Xperience"
The doors were opened, the fans flooded in and early in the day, jOlt's Japanese Ambassador, Hiroki Miyano stepped foot into the ring, which was at the center of the convention. Damien Lee also joined Miyano-san in the ring."Wrestlecade Xperience tame ni mina wo kangei!! Watashitachiha, anata ga sōdaina jikan o sugoshite iru negatte imasu!! JOLT WRESTLING wa Tokyo Dome ni anata o kangei shitai to omoimasu! Soshite ima, watashi wa saikō keiei sekininsha CEO Damien Lee JOLT tame ni sore o hikiwatasu shitai to omoimasu!"
The fans in attendance applauded as Miyano-san kept his microphone to translate what Damien Lee was about to say.
"Thank you Miyano-san for that introduction. WELCOME TO WRESTLECADE XPERIENCE!" said Lee as he paused for Miyano to translate.
"We are excited to be here in Tokyo, Japan for our second annual Wrestlecade event."
Another pause to allow for translation.
"We have plenty of fan activities planned to entertain you as well as a live wrestling match each night here in this very ring!"
Another pause.
"Tonight's match will feature the in-ring debut of a brand new tag team that you've probably seen over the past few weeks. It will be Darren Best and Alfie Button, known as The Entertainers, as they face the jOlt World Tag Team Champions.. Adam Roebuck and Derrick Huber... The House!"
After the translation a large "WHOA!" roared from the crowd followed be applause!
"Also.. this evening, I will be back in this ring to announce the first inductee of the 2015 Hall of Fame Class!"
Another round of applause from the crowd.
"Thank you again for coming and enjoy the Wrestlecade Xperience!!"
"Arigatou, mina-san!" added Miyano.
The crowd applauded as Damien Lee and Hiroki Miyano exited the ring. With that.. the first day of Wrestlecade Xperience had officially begun!
"Making A Splash"
Adam Roebuck and Derrick Huber, AKA The House, were having pictures taken with fans who'd jetted in from nations throughout the world to see Jolt's showpiece, Wrestlecade, first-hand.
The defending tag team champions, set to square off against the Goons at this enormous event, were arguably the most dominant outfit in the promotion's history. Weighing exactly seven hundred and seventy-seven pounds, these guys were as big as houses - pun intended. How could you move them, let alone beat them?
"Recording?"
"Yep."
Meanwhile, a handheld camera started to navigate its way through the long line, eager spectators queuing up to see the biggest and best duo in the world today.
At the moment, all viewers could see was the feet of fans, though as it approached the front, an advisory 'zoom in' was adhered to, as groans could be heard from disgruntled fans, dismayed that a couple of youngsters had pushed their way to the front.
Taking off their baseball caps, the medium-height guys were revealed to be Darren Best and Alfie Button, otherwise known as The Entertainers.
The cameraman picked up Best, Roebuck, Huber and Button, standing from left to right and The House, not exactly enamoured, merely stood there as The Entertainers grinned from ear-to-ear and played with their hair in between a handful of pictures.
Button and Best extended their hands to The House, who reluctantly shook hands. Alfie started applauding and then stood back, arms folded, as if he were sizing up the one of the heaviest duos in the history of the game.
"Ladies and gents, The House. Everyone give them a round of applause."
Just as the clapping started, the brash Brit interrupted: "Yeah, given them a round of applause for actually gettin' out of bed this morning. I don't know 'ow they did it."
That seemed to be an odd comment.
Darren took over: "The House. Easily the largest tag team in Jolt, but THE BEST?!"
Roebuck nodded and not one person disagreed: "That's what these belts say, kid. What about it, kid?"
Button joined his partner and rested his hand on Best's shoulder, just as Roebuck and Huber stood side-by-side, what a sight they were, with their arms folded, listening intently. Darren continued: "Sure, you're definitely the largest and probably the most powerful, but are you really the complete package, the whole deal?"
Again, his questioning baffled those in attendance, who seemed to go along with that assessment, except for one guy.
His partner.
"What I like about you two is you're no-nonsense. I like that. I do. What I don't like is 'ow you've put a long resthold on this division and sent it to sleep by being BORIN'."
Whoah! That had The House's attention; they looked at each other puzzled.
"Call yourself athletes? Oi Dazza, aren't athletes supposed to move?"
Darren chuckled, but the laughter ceased as The House collectively stepped towards their tormentors. Best held his hand up, apologetically: "Now, now boys. We're just havin' some fun. We wouldn't want you to have a heart attack."
Overzealously, Button was in hysterics. The Entertainers were moving further back, but that didn't stop The House from stepping forward a few paces.
After his cackling concluded, the Londoner rejoined us in the real world: "We've been watchin' you for weeks and we're not impressed AT ALL. Sure, you're two lumps, but you're slow, old, unfit, one-dimensional, fat, outta shape, static, easy to hit and..."
Alfie handed the baton on to Best: "They're just your good points."
Button, to be fair to him, stepped up and pointed at the two behemoths in front of him: "Dazza and I 'ave 'ad a chat and made a promise to ourselves and ar mums that we're gonna be where you are this time next year..."
"Obese?"
Best sounded shocked, but not as much as the crowd was. Again, the American member of the team feigned sorrow, just as The House looked ready to explode. Huber looked right at the pair and was ready to punch somebody in the face.
"Like I don't know what you two are doing. I know you're here to make names for yourselves, kiddos ... we can appreciate that, but what we don't appreciate are people cutting in on the fans's time just so you choads can make a point. You keep talking and you're gonna wish you stayed with your little podcast."
Button feigned being scared: "Adam, Derrick, no disrespect - you've been a good team, you really 'ave, but we're the future of the tag team division."
Huber shook his head: "Really? Is that right? Roebuck, you heard him right?"
Roebuck silently nodded.
"Come on boys, you're great at what you do, but you look like you move in slow-mo all the time. I mean if I can do this 'ere and now, what could we do to you in the ring?"
"Do what?" Roebuck enquired, hands on hips, growing increasingly impatient.
"THIS!" Alfie exclaimed as he'd swiftly swiped a fan's bottle of water and firstly threw it at Roebuck before doing exactly the same to Huber. A gasp swept over the spectators, and just as The House were ready to see red, taking in what had just happened, Darren had a death wish - he took the bottle from Alfie and launched it off Roebuck's bonce!
That was it!
However, The Entertainers had started sprinting before The House could move, the cameraman heading in the opposite direction, running for his life and scurrying past a sea of spectators.
Eventually, he focused on Button and Best smiling. Darren called for a microphone, which had been previously used for Q & sessions: "How about we show you how slow you are by giving you a preview of what you can expect in the future? NON-TITLE match, The House against The Entertainers, a couple of days from now? Huh? How about it?"
Unsurprisingly, the members of the audience, who had got more than they bargained for upon seeing this altercation, agreed with The Entertainers for the first time in what could only be described as a publicity stunt.
Huber and Roebuck didn't need to put it to the vote. Their words weren't picked up, but the anger etched on their round faces and assertive nods were more than enough. The champions didn't back down from anyone, let alone a couple of newcomers who had let their mouths run and added aqua to insult.
Darren and Alfie looked chuffed with themselves. Best added: "I think you'd better...COOL DOWN. Oh wait, you don't need to."
The Entertainers waved goodbye to the seething super-heavyweights. Whether or not angering The House was a sound idea, well, the majority would say it was downright insane and idiotic.
Nevertheless, Alfie and Darren had got everyone's attention, above all, Roebuck and Huber's.
How many people could say they were going to make their debuts on Wrestlecade weekend against arguably the most dominant Jolt tag team of all time?
Even if it meant only fifteen minutes of fame - literally.
"Jesse Ramey Autograph Session"
The scene faded in on a small booth area, the line for the booth seemingly stretched on endlessly. The camera panned along the line until it reached the table seated in front of the booth. Sitting solitaire at the table was the Jolt champion, “The Anti-Star” Jesse Ramey. As per the normal for the Anti-Star the table wasn’t decked out in anything special. Lying on the table was the Jolt championship, a stack of pictures of Ramey with the championship, and a single cup of water. The line was constantly moving as the majority of the fans in the line didn’t speak English and didn’t take into consideration if the reigning Jolt champion spoke Japanese.
The Anti-Star smiled and nodded his head toward each passing fan as they approached the table, received their autograph, and made their way out of the line for the next person to come through. A personal security detachment for the champion stepped forward and leaned down next to Ramey.
“You know you were only scheduled to be here for two hours, right?” The man questioned Ramey.
“I know.” Ramey said without even turning a glance to his security personnel.
“Mr. Ramey,” the man paused heavily, trying to pull Ramey’s attention, “you’ve been here for eight hours.”
“I fail to see the point you are trying to make.” Ramey responded, with his still unwavering his attention from the fans who continued to make their way through the line.
“My point is you’ve been here for eight hours straight, you were only scheduled to be here for two hours, you haven’t got up for anything to eat or left to use the restroom. You need to take a break.”
“Are you here to be my babysitter or are you here to make sure that nothing happens to me?” The champion questioned.
“I’m here to make sure nothing happens to you sir.” The man responded.
“Well, if you’re not my mother then I would suggest you keep your opinions to yourself and do your job. I’ll get up when I feel like it’s time for me to get up, but I honestly think a two hour event for the man holding the Jolt championship was pretty poorly planned. I’m not leaving until every single person in this line has got what they came for and I’m pretty sure that the people in charge of booking this event will be pleased that everyone who came to this line is happy.”
“With all due respect sir, I’m not a machine.” The man responded, “You may be able to stay here all day if you want, but I need a break. I need to eat lunch and I need to use the restroom.”
“Then by all means,” Ramey turned and smiled, “go take a break because I can take care of myself. This isn’t the states and these fans respect professional wrestlers a little more than other places in the world. I can handle things from here, take around an hour and a half and come back. No one will be the wiser of the situation and I’ll cover for you if anyone in power comes by.”
The Anti-Star turned back to the fans and continued signing autographs as his personal security made his exit from the scene leaving Ramey alone. Several more fans made their way through the line and accepted their autographed pictures, when a man in line wearing a hooded zip-up and sunglasses reached the table.
“That headshot won’t be necessary.” The man said as Ramey pulled a new headshot over onto the table and began signing it.
“Got something you want me to personalize for you?” Ramey chuckled.
“You could say that,” the man responded.
“Well, put it on the table and I’ll sign it for you; may as well finish this photo for the next person in line though.” Ramey said as he continued to sign the photo.
A book was placed on the table and slid under Ramey’s nose, the book caused Ramey to look up quickly, but the man in the hooded zip-up was gone. The Anti-Star lifted the book up into the view of the camera and it was the same exact book from nearly a year ago; the children’s story book that Citizen had left for Ramey in the ring after a match.
Was the man in the hooded zip-up in fact the man known as Citizen outside of his wrestling attire? Had he put someone else up to doing his dirty work like he did with Spike Saunders? The Anti-Star scanned the surroundings trying to find the man who was just in line, but with the crowds on hand that would have been almost impossible. So, instead of trying to pursue he placed the book at his feet, took back to his seat, and continued to sign autographs without the fans being any the wiser to the situation.
"First Hall of Fame Induction Announcement"
Hiroki Miyano and Damien Lee entered the ring. The atmosphere was still lively as the all-day long event continued. The lights dimmed a bit as the spotlight as on Damien Lee and Miyano-san. This grabbed the people's attention as they gravitated toward the ring and formed a coagulated crowd."Watashitachiha, anata ga Wrestlecade Xperience o tanoshinde iru negatte imasu!" said Miyano as the people cheered. "Soshite ima, Damien Lee wa, dendō no 2015 dendō ni saisho no dendō o happyō suru"
Damien Lee took his microphone and brought it up to his lips.
"Arigatou Miyano-san. I am here to announce the first inductees into the 2015 Hall of Fame. Yes, I said inductees as inplural."
Miayno translated and the crowd talked amongst themselves as they wondered who it could be.
"This will be the first time that a tag team will be inducted together into the Hall of Fame as one single entry. As the well-known CEO of Nintendo, Satoru Iwata, would say... please enjoy this video."
Miyano translated and some of the gaming fans in the audience got a good laugh out of it. A big free-standing jOltvision illuminated as the lights in the Tokyo Dome came down to darkness.
"When you mention the words "tag team," their presence in the world of professional wrestling instantly becomes synonymous."
Two figures are bathed in light during an entrance.. they step forward and reveal themselves as Tony Davis and High Flyer!!
"Team V.I.A.G.R.A. have become a legendary name in the world of professional wrestling as well as jOlt Wrestling. Capturing the jOlt World Tag Team Championships three teams individually, Tony Davis and Jack Harmen have changed the landscape of jOlt's tag team division and paved the way for teams like The Heirs of Wrestling, The House, The Crimson Order, and many others."
Scenes of Davis and Flyer in action are displayed on the screen.
"It wasn't just jOlt Wrestling. Their influence could be felt in organizations across the globe such as DEFIANCE, No Brand Wrestling, and even the legendary fWo! The trails they blazed... the paths that they laid... created a landscape that will forever be called their own."
Tony Davis and High Flyer are shown posing in the ring together.
"It is with great pride and honor that jOlt Wrestling welcomes Team V.I.A.G.R.A. into the Hall of Fame Class of 2015!"
The audience applauds as the graphic of them being inducted into the Hall of Fame displayed itself on the jOltvision.
"High Flyer and Tony Davis will be here in the Tokyo Dome, LIVE, next week on Saturday, April 4th as we present the 2015 Hall of Fame!"
With that, the announcement came to an end as the fans continued to cheer and applaud. Damien Lee and Miyano exited the ring as the fans clammored amongst themselves as they went back to enjoying the activities.
"Big Trouble in Autograph Booth"
Day One of the three-part Wrestlecade Xperience was well underway and the fans couldn’t get enough of meeting all of the stars. The jOlt Tag Team Champions House were set to take on a brand new team in The Entertainers, Alfie Button and Darren Best in a little while for the exclusive Xperience match. Right now, the camera was focused on a special red-headed lady who was defending her Starlets Championship against a hungry Tammy Lynn Foster …
”Oh, my God, it’s Charlotte!”
“I want my picture taken, Mom!”
“Do you think there’s any chance that the Hubers have an open marriage?”
The camera caught all of the conversations including one of some lecherous young adult male and then it panned over to a line gathering in front of one of the tables. The jOlt Champion Jesse Ramey had the biggest line of all, but others were in the mix. The Golden Boy Champion Mack Brody and the Heirs of Wrestling were fighting the fans off with a stick. The House had themselves a brief altercation with The Entertainers, but now the camera turned back to Charlotte.
“Make one out to me and to my friend, Adam,” a fan said.
“You got it, hon!” Charlotte said.
She scribbled on an 8 x 10 of herself posing with the Starlets Championship and handed two copies to the young kid. She handed him the autographed pictures with a smile.
“Thanks!”
The teenager and his family ran off as Charlotte filled in a few more pictures for some of the fans gathered in the expo for this huge gathering. The Starlets Championship was laid out on the table in front of her and Charlotte’s head was down when another 8 x 10 was put down on the table in front of her.
“Who do I make this out to, sweetie?” Charlotte asked.
“… Y’all should make it out to the future ‘Scarlets’ Champion, ya little bitch.”
Charlotte stopped scribbling on the 8 x 10 and looked up. She knew that voice; it belonged to the very woman who had mispronounced the name of the championship and it belonged to her challenger for Wrestlecade …
“You come to start something? Here?” Charlotte snapped.
The #1 Contender Tammy Lynn Foster was up and had a smile on her face. The Starlets Champion stood up from her chair and looked ready to throw down if necessary, but Tamm Lynn Foster backed up just a step. Not out of fear, but because she felt like creating a little space.
“Nah … Just came to tell y’all that you should keep as many of them pictures as you can, red. Ain’t no way I ain’t walkin’ outta Wrestlecade without that champeenship.”
Charlotte laughed.
“You keep telling yourself all of that, Tammy. Right now, this is as close as I’m letting you get to the Starlets Title.”
“That right?”
“Yeah … it is.”
The champion had her belt raised as a weapon as Tammy went to turn, only to spin around quickly and deliver a right hand! Charlotte was caught in the chin, but she fired back with one of her own! The two ladies were fighting with each other out on the expo floor as security rushed in to break it up.
“That belt is gonna be mine, bitch!” Tammy shouted as security dragged her away.
“Keep thinking that, Trailer Park Barbie!” She yelled back!
Charlotte checked her lip for blood and there was a trickle that she wiped away, courtesy of Tammy’s first cheap shot. The Starlets Champion was going to have to compose herself quickly to manage the House in action in a bit, but Tammy Lynn fired a big warning shot.
"Upsetting All the Odds"
Standing by, looking rather happy with themselves and showing no fear or pre-match nerves, the confident couple of Darren Best and Alfie Button.
The Entertainers.
They'd given their take on the singles superstars and tag teams of this world-class institution. By the end of it, they came to the conclusion that they would swap the comfort of a recording studio for the rough and tumble of a real wrestling ring, and boy, were they going to begin the hard way, here tonight against The House.
Not that they seemed to mine. Alfie, who's hardly the timid type, started with a wide-eyed smile and some Cockney craic: "We're 'ere to give this division a kick up the arse, a shot in the arm and some much-needed entertainment. We're gonna bring back the dazzle and razzamatazz back to the tag team division, ain't that right, Dazza?"
Darren, the tamer and more reasonable of the two, though don't confuse that with a lac of confidence, stepped right up, scratching his nose: "Alfred, I could not have said it better myself and you don't hear me say that much, I tell you. My partner and I have been told this is the land of opportunity, where the finest teams in the land do battle."
"I beg to differ," offered Button.
"Lame, isn't it?"
"Mediocre."
"Lacklustre."
"Piss-poor."
"All of the above and more," Darren declared.
"I don't know 'ow they get away wiv it, mesel," Alfie stated.
"For years, The House have got away with it. The House always won - past tense. Right now, we're gonna beat the odds. We know we're the underdogs among the bookmakers, but none of you know what we can do. That's what's scary."
Best gestured for Alfie to hop back into the driver's seat and the Englishman didn't need an invitation: "You can't eat what you can't catch, you can't touch what you can't see, and you can't call what you don't know. My mucker and me are too fast for these fat bar stewards and honestly, you know what I fink, Daz? It's a mismatch. 'ow can two elephants catch two gazelles? Tell me that."
Darren couldn't help but nod: "It is a mismatch. After five minutes, the first three rows are gonna need the kiss of life because The House will be breathing through their fat asses. An upset? You're damn right, there's gonna be an upset - a lot of people upset that they bet on The House - and lost."
They're coming your way.
Next.
Darren Best and Alfie Button, AKA The Entertainers, had their gear and game faces on and what a place to make your debut. They were looking to upset the odds, pun intended, in a non-title bout against the reigning champions in the build-up to this promotion's centrepiece. Could they make a serious statement against the most physically dominant and imposing tandem in the world, The House?
Together, Darren and Alfie didn't come to the weight of Adam Roebuck. They could not dare or dream to fight fire with fire here. They'd have to negate their opponents' size with smarts, speed and sound strategy.
They got their cue that it was 'go time.' Before they headed through the curtain, they had a quick game of Rock-paper-scissors, which saw Darren come out on top, his scissors cutting up Alfie's paper. The Englishman sighed: "Damn, let's 'ave it then."
"I call you when I need you...my heart's on fire. You come to me, come to me, come to me, wild and wired."
The unmistakable voice and anthem of Tina Turner. Would Darren live up to his surname?
Right on cue...
"You're simply the best."
Darren and Alfie stood at the top of the entranceway. This is why they'd swapped the radio for TV. They looked at one another and nodded. Alfie couldn't contain his delight and it rubbed off on Best, who smiled and they strutted to the squared circle to no fanfare, no heat, but a quiet content that they were about to impress in Japan and that would also raise their stock in the United States as well.
To cut a long entrance short, when they arrived in the ring, Button took out his cell and punched some words in as Best ran the ropes, getting a feel for the ring. Eventually, Alfie called him over and they shared a selfie. Moments later, we'd find out why as the snap and message ended up on the massive screen.
Wrestlecade...we made it. #Letusentertainyou
The entire entrance staging area and ceiling overhead were set alight with a barrage of casino theme lighting, igniting a massive pop from the crowd. The jOltvision screens danced with the running footage of a set of hands, performing card tricks before casting a handful of card stoward the screen. The cards led to the unified wrestling exploits of the promotion’s respectable agile and mobile super heavyweight tandem before the Nevada bred former jOlt Tag Team Champions appeared from the backstage area. The obese fan favorite extended his arms outward and nodded while his muscular counterpart anxiously greeted the masses in an enthusiastic fashion. Walking from one end to the other, the power lifter rejoined his partner as the former jOlt Starlet Champion had her hands raised by both men.
Carrington: “...And making their way to the ring; accompanied by their manager, CHARLOTTE...From Las Vegas, Nevada...Weighting in at a total combined weight of 777 pounds...they are the team of ADAM ROEBUCK & DERRICK HUBER!!!...They are THE!!! HOUSE!!!
The burly Roebuck lumbered his way down the ramp as both Charlotte & Huber began greeting the fans in the front row before rounding the ring. Roebuck stormed his way up the ring steps and passed through the ropes as Derrick gave his lady a kiss before following suit. Derrick Huber was seen clapping his hands to jumpstart the crowd as their musical theme dissipated.
Both teams had heated discussions about who would kick things off for their respective teams. In the end, Adam Roebuck and Darren Best's powers of persuasion convinced their other halves to step aside temporarily.
Unsurprisingly, the near 470-pound Roebuck held the middle of the ring, you can when you're that size, and waited for Best to come to him. The official said some words to the two participants, though Adam Roebuck, who'd had a bottle of water launched off his head by the upstart stood across from him, wasn't in the mood to listen to reason.
The bell sounded. Stupidly, Darren Best negotiated a tie-up...
I say negotiated.
He was on his backside two seconds later.
Big Bucks barked at Best to get up, who looked up in awe. If he didn't know how powerful Adam was, he had somewhat of an idea now.
Daftly, Darren went back to the well...
Wait, no he didn't. Instead, he kneed Adam in the gut, but it is some gut and had no effect. Best tried a right hand instead, which just rebounded off Roebuck's jaw and Darren's expression of 'what do I do?' told the story, fans raising the volume slightly and impressed by the tag team champion's no-nonsense demeanour.
Alfie was trying to shout instructions, but Best - nor anyone else could heard them - as Adam stepped in and scoop-slammed Darren, who bounced off the canvas and whose expression resembled a poor bastard going into a bath full of boiling water without any inkling beforehand.
Kneeling, Darren pointed to Derrick Huber: "I want you."
Would King Kong tag Godzilla in? Adam thought about it, and Derrick didn't need an invitation to enter.
One paw slapped another and Darren had got what he wanted. Be careful what you wish for, Dazza.
Once again, Darren decided to go for a collar-and-elbow, but the third time was indeed the charm. He managed to, fuck knows how, slap on a side headlock. After three seconds of jockeying for position, Derrick shot Darren off into the ropes, who rebounded, ducking underneath the clothesline...
Only to walk into a...
Sidewalk Slam!
Best's intestines shuddered. He winced as Huber picked him up, neglecting the cover, which would've been a near-fall, and directed him into the bottom right corner, adjacent to Alfie Button, as Best's back smacked off the second turnbuckle, forcing him to slump down onto the bottom rope. He was already in a world of hurt. However, he summoned up any energy he had to avoid a potentially-crippling MONEY ROLL, which really had been an ill-judged roll of the dice by Derrick, whose trademark corner cannonball hadn't paid off here...
Immediately, Darren crawled over to tag the big-mouthed Briton, Alfie Button in, whose first move was going to be an ambitious one...
He went straight up to the top turnbuckle and waited patiently, which seemed strange strategy for someone so sure of himself, and he set off just as Derrick returned to a vertical base...
Only to fall at the Oddsmakers' feet...
You know what's coming, don't you?
THE ROULETTE WHEEL!
The Sin City Strongman's signature whipped this capacity crowd into delight, a real crowd-pleaser, as his wife Charlotte and thousands of observers applauded as Huber effortlessly swung the youngster around several times, making him dizzier than the entire cast of Legally Blonde and then hoying him, complete disregard in the direction of his own partner, Adam Roebuck.
Speaking of which...
Adam was set to enter.
He lifted Alfie into position, while Derrick held the legs again, though it wasn't for another Giant Swing, it was much more than that...
BUST!
Huber was still the legal man so he allowed Roebuck to form a wall, not that Darren Best was ever going to get past the man mountain, and neither was a dejected and deflated Alfie Button...
Best, in vain, ran in, but thought better of trying to break the pinning predicament as he saw a cross-armed, and quite frankly, cross Roebuck serving as the perfect human barrier..
1...
2...
3.
Charlotte clapped her men on. They would face far stiffer competition at jOlt's showcase pay-per-view not long from now. In fact, I doubt they'd even have to wash their colorful attire, given the ease in which they'd dismantled the brash Best and Button, who had much to learn before they could even think about achieving their ambitions of being in The House's position this time next year.
Overpowered, overmatched and overconfident...The Entertainers wouldn't be able to jump to the front of the queue despite their damning assessment of the tandem division.
As Big Bucks and The Oddsmaker had their enormous arms raised into the air by the official and Huber's wife, Charlotte, Darren slowly went to tend to his fallen partner.
A sign of things to come for the Goons on pay-per-view? I'm sure they'll put up a much better fight.
The House always wins, so the mantra goes.
Few victories could have been easy as this, though.
