Victory(SoCal)

[The English Bulldogs]

Kashmir plays over the PA as The Bulldogs make their way down to the ring to a chorus of boos. No expression shows on their face as they climb into the ring and Bradford grabs a mic. Last week, you yanks saw a tag team fall victim to a true mauling. SoCal Society fell victim to a vicious and brutal mauling by two rabid dogs. So let us have a moment of silence for poor Jordan Sherill who no longer has someone to protect him.

The Bulldogs bow their head as they're booed, before raising the mic again. However, we believe in showing mercy on people, and that's why this week, we'll make sure to do the same thing to Sherill. We would hate for either him or Samson to be alone in this world. So Sherill, I know you're probably still hurt, so if you hobble out here, we'll make this quick so you can be reunited with Samson. Bradford lowers the mic as the Bulldogs wait for hopefully Sherill to make an appearance.

[SoCal Society]

Open your eyes hits the PA, and out walk both Dallas Sampson and Jordan Sherill, both men dressed to compete, both men armed with microphones. They stop at the top of the stage in order to soak in the loving from the fans. Staying at the top of the ramp, Dallas is the first to speak.

I'm alive and breathing, you English dinks. Biggest mistake you coulda made.

The fans light up in a frenzy of cheering. They had really grown to enjoy SoCal Society, they did thinks for the people. They were entertaining and fresh. Sampson would hit the ring and power through opponents, and when Sherill was tagged in the fans would get a speedy show from one of the fastest guys in the business.

Jordy is quick to add onto what Sampson had said.

God damn you Brit bastards, you had one friggin chance! One gosh-dang-darn-doobilydamned chance! The one chance and you blew it so far out of your asses, it landed on the Queen's head back in the motherland.

See, we're a strong assed unit. We do things together, and when we do need to split up for a bit, we do it for each other. I've known this big bull Sampson here for what, ever? We grew up together. We're brothers. You got the one damn chance to face one of us in a handicapped match and you shit the bed! Sure, you won, you beat up Dallas and he'll acknowledge that... but you didn't friggin' kill him! You done goofed!

Sampson follows up.

And now? Now I'm damn pissed. I challenged you to that match, yep. I half-heartily didn't expect to leave the arena walking. You didn't finish me like you shoulda planned, and now, now I'm going to finish YOU.

So, whadda ya say we stop with this one on one and handicapped bullshit and fight this out like teams should?

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[The English Bulldogs]

Bradford raises his mic. You want to face off in tag team action? We'll see you later tonight. and don't say we didn't warn you wankers. Bradford drops the mic as him and Warren ;eave the ring and take their exit through the crowd intentionally not going by SoCal Society.