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Better Than You. and Dean Johnson ended up in a heap at ringside, Better Than You. actually landing on top of the Portland, Maine native. They were both worse for wear after the move, but it's the best Better Than You. could think to do to prevent too much momentum to swing the way of his First Class opponent. BTY. sucked in plenty of air with each breath, it hurting his ribs more and more to do so as he was now feeling the effects of ignoring the pain moments earlier. He pushed off the ground and nearly faceplanted into the barricade as he rose, but he managed to use the fencing as a grip to keep himself up on his feet and not eating s**t on the ground. Dean was working his way up too, so Better Than You. aimed a kick to the larger man's side, hoping to take control by grabbing him by the head and slamming it back down on the ring apron!

Rosario's strange taunting didn't mean too much to Better Than You. who was suddenly being overtaken by feelings that came from the previous match he and Dean had. The more this crowd gets rowdy, the more dangerous the situation becomes -- even if he had Jets Nation by his side. Better Than You. would look to follow up his hit to Dean by grabbing hold of him again and trying to send him face first into the mesh of fencing behind them -- REALLY give the fans a show if they wanted one so badly, but this time it would be Dean suffering their rath exclusively.

Johnny Marinara, the lead New York Giants fan in the arena, stands holding a big Italian meatball sub in his grubby hands the red sauce spilling from between his fingers onto his Daniel Jones jersey that was spliced together with a Saquan Barkley Jersey. He pumps his fist, splattering the goop around his section as a nervous, young teenage security guard taps the local radio station legend on the shoulder interrupting his fun..

"Ummm... Excuse me sir... There's kids in this arena... Would you mind just uh... Calming down a little b--"

Brushing the man off him, the man bites into his sub again, letting the grease trickle down his loose neck folds. He wasn't going to let those Jets fans inorganically get Better Than You over, especially after all of the animus that he had expressed towards the young man on his AM talk show. "Get da FUQ outta here!!!" Him and his posse of Marinara Heads say in unison, just like they always did on the watermark of the show during the intro. Holding an airhorn into the air, he presses on it hard distracting from Dean's attempt to drive the least relevant wrestler in the entire company into the cage.



Is what an airhorn sounds like. This pops the boys and also disrupts the flow, vibe and overall energy of the opposing Jets fans. Having secured the mental, physical and spiritual edge, the Giants fans all start barking like dogs in unison pumping their clammy fists knowing that balance had been restored.

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHGHHHHHH!!!

Was what Dean simultaneously heard, and screamed as the air horn sound pierced through his ears. The sharp sound of way too many decibles squeezing its way into the crevices of an ear canal. Dean had his back turn to the crowd, his head echoing like an empty school cafeteria. He could hear fans arguing as football somehow became the focal point of these twos match again. What was the point of the cage Rosario worked so hard for if hot headed pigskin fanatics could still do so much damage!

But none of this seemed to matter after a split second, with Dean seeing BTY on the ground, next to the 4X4. Dean would try to stay on top of the opponent this time merely trying to stomp down on Better Than You. keeping him peeled down to the ground

Rosario was unfazed by the air horn as he was used to loud noises, hell he had to hear himself speak daily! Seeing the two men by the 4X$ sparked and idea as Rosario went to sit down in the crusty under maintenance staff vehicle. The jets fans mocking Rosario turning his back on the competition to get into the vehicle.

Rosario's left hand gripped on the steering wheel as his right started fumbling with the key ignition. There was crawling, jumping, cussing and all of this crazy jazz, so he figured no one was paying too much attention. From the rear view it looked like Dean had some semblance of control over the situation as Better Than you seemed to be positioned behind the 4X4. Rosario's spatial reasoning wasn't always the best, 4 sides of the ring we're a lot to keep track of in ones mind's eye! but he hopes he was sorta on the money this time as he would strike the key, hoping to see if he can get it going and really get that hot air pumping.

Dean held position, also not paying attention to his partner. He had purpose in this match. His kid was in the hospital and he saw a little bit of what the bills were going to look like. If he wanted to make sure his son was going to stay healthy he was going to have to win, there was no way around it in his mind. having a kid at 19 is never a smart idea! look what he had to do!

A boot hit Dean as he was jarred a little, but kept moving forward. Then another boot hit him as Better Than You. was making it clear to Dean that he needed space and he was being provoked. This was getting annoying. Better Than You. some how was always in some weird position and in defense mode and frankly not something Dean really had to experience so far in his WWF:G Career!

"You little s**t" Dean muttered as he attempted to push forward and drop a elbow on BTY. This 4x4 was acting as a wall as they tussled by the exhaust pipe.

Rosario now had one hand on the key and one hand in the air flicking off the dirty jet fans. He wasn't looking but he knew if he did he would just see a chaotic mixture of sweat, acne and Pepsi residue smothered on the face of some new yorker, so it was best to avoid it. Hell he was sitting down, and he had an idea as he hit the ignition once again, causing a gross gear grinding noise as the second time still did not get the 4X4 going.

The voices of Yanks crowded the arena, getting louder and louder. Both devious men had fans, but not the young smiling kids who looked up to you and bought your t-shirts. They were sweaty, middle aged New Yorkers who we're picking their favorite scum bag of the week now that Rudy Giuliani and 6ix9ine were nothing more then trivia knowledge.

Dean landed the elbow and thought what was best was to get his opponent to his feet and maybe away from this mess. Away from air horns, fences, 4X4's and worst of all, the volatile New York Crowd. Dean would try to grab BTY's head, to raise him to his feet, and put him in a side headlock so he could in theory direct traffic.

While this was happening, Rosario was showing his commitment. Still in the 4X4, Rosario put BOTH hands on the ignition and gave the ignition more love then a concrete jungleist shows to a dollar slice pizza. Hearing the engines roar and believe to feel the 4x4's exhaust cause the vehicle to rumble!

Engines Roaring! Bodies Slamming! Yankees Howling! And for the first time ever, most importantly, Referees Shouting! Rosario sat in the driver seat, surprised as the vehicle finally turned on. He could feel the vehicle shake as Dean slammed head first into metal, but it was no concern as in the mirrors he could see a choking Better Than You! Rosario smiled as the fans joined in with the ref. The only difference was the referee had actual power as he pointed to Rosario.

"You!" The referee looking left and to the right before looking back at the manager who's done nothing but took a normal tournament match and turned it into a circus show. " Need to get your a**....OUTTA HERE!" The referee throwing their body as they pointed now to the stage. Rosario gasped, how could they kick him out, he put the butts in the seats! Appalled, and more appalling, there were security guards coming from the stage, some looked like the staff that he made do the extra labor, true heat!

Rosario hit the gas as the 4X4 scurried forward, avoiding all wrestlers and obstacles, as he would take himself out. He understood the referees had a bone to pick with him ever since he recognized their incompetency, but this! too far!

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While the Chaos ensured, Dean laid on the ground. Hands on his head, belly to the concrete as he wriggled there. He looked like he ate the metal hard, or what ever was possible to see as he was struggling. Good thing the Referee hadn't ever started the count or it could of been disaster for the two men!