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"Dude..... me hurt.... " Paris complained, falling to the bench beside another female wrestler and currently, her tag partner. "Remind me never to let you bring out ladders and chairs ever again..." Casey replied, stripping away pearl-coloured tape.
Paris smirked, then began pulling off her wrestling boots, while blue gaze was concentrated upon a monitor in the womens' change room. Out in the ring was Jacob and Jason, preparing for a tag match against another team, consisting of Kevin Irvine and Mike Choral.
Jake's hand extended, awaiting for Jason to crawl towards the corner. Mike was half passed out in the ring, a thin trail of blood running from a cut above one brow. Both Kevin and Jacob recieved a tag, roughly the same time.
Springing lightly into the ring, Jacob instantly dropped the other male with a spinning heel kick, then fell Mike, whom had gained a second wind, with a clothesline. Jason, who had regained his feet, began to pound Kevin on the outside, while Jacob prepared Mike for a finishing move: His modified Swanton Bomb. The ref counted a three, and both Hardy's slipped from the ring, avoiding Kevin's wildly aimed shots.
Staggering up the ramp, Jacob failed to see a person in the shadows. Shannon McMahon smirked to herself, watching the two males retreat to the locker room. "This... is almost going to be too easy.." With a cynical laugh to herself, she vanished in the direction of the backstage entrance.
"Dude..... me hurt.... " Paris complained, falling to the bench beside another female wrestler and currently, her tag partner. "Remind me never to let you bring out ladders and chairs ever again..." Casey replied, stripping away pearl-coloured tape.
Paris smirked, then began pulling off her wrestling boots, while blue gaze was concentrated upon a monitor in the womens' change room. Out in the ring was Jacob and Jason, preparing for a tag match against another team, consisting of Kevin Irvine and Mike Choral.
Jake's hand extended, awaiting for Jason to crawl towards the corner. Mike was half passed out in the ring, a thin trail of blood running from a cut above one brow. Both Kevin and Jacob recieved a tag, roughly the same time.
Springing lightly into the ring, Jacob instantly dropped the other male with a spinning heel kick, then fell Mike, whom had gained a second wind, with a clothesline. Jason, who had regained his feet, began to pound Kevin on the outside, while Jacob prepared Mike for a finishing move: His modified Swanton Bomb. The ref counted a three, and both Hardy's slipped from the ring, avoiding Kevin's wildly aimed shots.
Staggering up the ramp, Jacob failed to see a person in the shadows. Shannon McMahon smirked to herself, watching the two males retreat to the locker room. "This... is almost going to be too easy.." With a cynical laugh to herself, she vanished in the direction of the backstage entrance.