That didn't go as planned...

[unknownentities]

The mysterious team known only as the Unknown Entities make their ways down to the ring as Cowboys from Hell fills the arena via the pa system...

Unknown #1: Let me get the always proper etiquette out of the way and congratulate our opponents on their well earned victory this past week..Even thou we were cut from the main show with no valid reason ..

Unknown #2 reaches in and grabs the mic..

Unknown #2: Are you kidding me, there was a very good reason and it was because no wanted to see those unhygienic bastards in HD, so the boss man pulling the strings relegated us to the internet only show dude..Shit we are primetime not no time..We are the main f'n team of this shizz ad to lose to those wankers is worse the being buried in my car by a truck full of manure..

Unknown #2 hands the mic back over to Unknown #1

Unknown #1: Easy there my good buddy, last time I checked you weren't that young..Might wanna calm down a tad before you blow a blood vessel or ten.. Yes they bested us one time..so what we always got the last beatdown on every team no matter what...We lost on some of the biggest stage but we never let that get us down and what we are gonna start now..Fuck no man..That's why we are out here not to sulk and bitch but to get a rematch and with a little twist

Unknown #2 smirks as he likes the sound of this

Unknown #1: Oh yeah, we are gonna take these English Puppiedogs on in our favorite match of all time.. a TABLE MATCH!.. Now that our challenge is laid out, all we do is wait to see if they ahve the stones to accept..

[The English Bulldogs]

The Kashmir instrumental plays over the speakers as the English Bulldogs make their way out onto the stage each wearing a hoodie with the sleeves rolled up over their wrestling gear. Bradford, the taller one with bad tattoos, pulls a mic out of his hoodie pick and raises it to his mouth.

Let me get this straight? You wankers want to face a couple of englishmen in a match that has no rules. A match that actually encourages and demands you put someone threw a table? A smirk creeps across Bradford's face. Only thing that'd be missing is a pub. Toss a couple gits around and then have a pint afterwards. Just another day in life for us.

Warren grabs the mic from Bradford. Lets just take the match. These yanks don't know how to make a proper pint anyways. Bunch of lightweights here who don't know what a real drink is. The crowd boos them and starts a quick "USA" chant as Bradford takes the mic back.

Being a bit harsh but true. American beer does taste like water. More boos. You wankers, want your match? You got it, but if that daft yank... Bradford points to Unknown #2 as the smile disappears. ...cracks another comment about our teeth, we'll make sure to knock a couple of his out right now. Bradford lowers the mic as him and Warren scowl towards the ring waiting to see what the Unknown Entities say or do.

[unknownentities]

Unknown #2: If you brushed your damn teeth instead growing moss on them then maybe just maybe I wouldn't crack on those unpearly whites that are decaying each time you open your yap...

Unknown #1 grabs the mic from Mr. Blood Pressure rising.

Unknown #1: Bad hygiene and lack of understanding of match rules is another..You say there are no rules in the match we are challenging you to, there is you silly twat, the one & only main rule is to "try" and put us thru said table to win the match that has been the rule of thumb since it's inception might wanna take it easy on the pints since those brain cells are leaking out your ear lobes by the second since there is no possible way they are still residing in those craniums of yours..

Crowd starts laughing at that last rib...

Unknown #1: Now if you fellas as they say over the pond wanna turn this into a drinking contest then we'll happily oblige.. drink ya under the table.. beat you and make you pay the tab like the bitches you are at the same time but that's after you are done picking the splinters from each others asses after this match..

[The English Bulldogs]

Bradford rubs his eyes with his free hand and raises the mic to his mouth, while Warren raises an eyebrow. You two wankers have an amazing ability. I mean the more you talk the less I want to smash your teeth in because I'm too busy wondering if such daftness can exist. Bradford throws his free hand in the air. I mean bloody hell, sure we aren't the sharpest, but you make us look like some high-tech operators. I could use a barley wine right now. Bradford lowers the mic and tosses it to Warren.

You guys got your tables match, and this time we'll make sure the whole world sees what those here last week saw. You beaten by a country full of superior fighters. Because while these may be the United States, we come from a United Kingdom. The crowd boos at not just the fact they found the last line to be weak, but that it was clearly an insult to the USA as a USA chant breaks out again and Bradford and Warren beginning yelling at a couple fans to keep their mouths shut.