Paddy Perry and Niko L. Genero face off in opposite corners, awaiting their fellows.  The latter’s music is already fading away.  Suddenly, and in complete disregard of the imminent arrival of their opponents, Paddy rushes across the ring toward Genero. Niko gives a smile and shrug before both men light into each other with big haymakers, resulting in the largest pop since Rob Ford’s oral sex reference some weeks back.

They aren't even waiting for the opposition!

These guys are nuts!

John Hudson and Jonathan Blade arrive on the scene in due course. They each regard the brawl inside the ring with contempt and slowly make their way inside. As they enter, Niko and Perry break off their attack on each other and turn on the newbies. The four men's arms pump in and out as the punches fly, and both Hudson and Blade force the Genero and Paddy into opposite corners. With a look to one another, they fire the Irishman toward his erstwhile adversary with a pair of Irish whips. Seconds before the expected collision however, they link arms, do-si-do and come at their opponents once more. While Niko connects with an avalanche on John, Paddy is caught with a huge clothesline by Blade. Genero snaps to the ready and charges Jonathan Blade. He brings his body parallel to the ground and drives his shoulder into his opponent's midsection, pulling on the legs, as in a double leg takedown, and forcing him back-first into the mat.

Niko Genero scoring big with that spear and he’s the last man standing.

He’s making a mistake by stalling Adam. He may regret it as this match rolls on.

Genero crosses the ring and helps Paddy to his feet, before draping him over the middle rope, and crashing down upon him. Meanwhile Hudson gets to his knees and grabs a waistlock on Blade. Jonathan turns and rains blows on the prone eponym. Hudson manages to fall backward, dragging Blade into the turnbuckle. As Niko and the Irishman grapple, Paddy finally swings back his leg and the resulting mule kick allows him to regain his footing. Genero stumbles backward and Pat rushes in with an eye gouge and a chokehold. Niko smashes his arms down upon Perry’s and breaks the choke, but the brawler strikes at his throat with an open hand.

Looks like the whole thing is getting out of control in there.

Well, they’ve each shown us many times that they’ll do anything to win.

Blade now has Hudson lying across the top turnbuckle and the latter hooks his arm around the strut and throws a few punches to drive off his attacker. Jonathan drops an arm across the John’s stomach, but cannot help getting peppered with right hands. Across the ring, Niko is on the receiving end of an armbar from Paddy, but, in a feat of strength, lifts his opponent into the air and slams him down with force enough to break the hold. He shakes his arm, and tries to regain feeling, before pulling Perry to his feet. He lifts him on his shoulders in an electric chair sitting position and then takes hold of his opponent and pulls him over his shoulder and down to the mat while falling to a sit out position so that Pat lands on his upper back and neck.

Huge electric chair drop!

He might be better off tossing Paddy now and doubling up on Blade.

With Perry dispensed with, momentarily, Genero rushes across the ring. He grabs Blade in a full nelson and drags him away from the corner. Hudson gets down and plants a standing dropkick into the exposed opposition. Then both men force Blade to the ropes. He fights back hard and uses whatever he can to stay alive in this match. Hope for him isn’t lost, since Paddy is up, but on rubber legs. He tries to intercede, but Hudson breaks off the attack to cut him off. A quick boot and a DDT drops him. Perry moves forward and, with a mighty heave, scoops both Niko and Jonathan’s legs and dumps both men to the floor!

That’s a long way down Ted.

A tough landing besides….

I’ll bet they have vengeance on his mind after that little tumble.

That’s likely, they’re petty men and they’ll hold a grudge.

Well, I’ll say this, Paddy did right; easier to manage one guy at a time.

No one can doubt the method in that man’s madness.

In the ring, the Irishman snatches up Hudson and raises him in a body slam. John is not out yet though, and has enough presence of mind to wriggle free and slide down the back. Pat turns only to catch a forearm to the chops and reels backward. The wily warrior then runs towards the lethargic brute, jumps and strikes his leg against the opposite’s head, knocking him through the ropes. Instinct alone causes Perry to grasp the top strand and lever himself upward, his arse seated on the middle rope. Unfortunately he rises into another stiff forearm shot that sends him backward, only to have his arms lever him forward again, much to the delight of the viewing audience.

This is ridiculous, turn him loose! Get him outta the ropes, he can’t help popping back up.

He reminds me of one of those toy clowns I had as a kid.

I hear that toy kicked your ass one time.

On the outside, Niko looks with twisted pleasure at the recumbent form of Jonathan Blade. Pulling the seated man’s head back, he drops a calculated fist into his brow, then a second, and third, and on and on until his knuckles rip an ugly gash along the man’s scalp. Blood trickles from the hard-way juice and dribbles down Blade’s face. Such a perfunctory wound is only an aperitif for Genero. Jonathan now emits moans usually reserved for animals in their death throes, as the blood around his head begins to coagulate into a sticky mess.

Things are getting a little dicey on the outside.  

With these four guys, you knew it would get bloody eventually.

Eventually, John Hudson realizes that his situation, however amusing, isn’t likely to lead to ultimate victory. Consequently, he drags Paddy back inside the ropes and sets to work. The weary Irishman first tastes the sting of Hudson’s back-hand, as he delivers a spinning back fist. Feeling flashy, he falls downward while scissoring his legs around his opponent’s waist. He rebounds off the mat, intent on hooking a bulldog, but Pat plants a solid shot into his kidneys and turns the scissors into a Boston Crab.

A nasty move here, as Perry looks to get his bearings after absorbing a bit of punishment.

Well, it won’t win him the match, but it could weaken his opponent to the point where this one becomes academic.

Hudson struggles but it seems of little use, as the Irishman wrenches back, applying pressure to the hips and lower back. The crowd rumbles with encouragement and the vigilant victim holds out a supplicating hand, searching for some support. The closeted masses are dared to believe again and to realize that the élan that once led Hudson to victories past is not dead yet.

The crowd is starting to come alive here, and that’s going to rattle Pat no matter how much he tries to tune it out.

Niko Genero enters the ring and knocks Perry to the ground with a flying shot that liberates Hudson.  Meanwhile, Jonathan Blade too is on his feet, and now stalks his blinded foe with halting steps and lands a double axe handle that staggers Niko and inaugurates a brawl as both men close ranks. Hudson too is beginning to rise, but is greeted by a few bombs to the side of the cranium from Paddy Perry.  Soon he’s being forcibly introduced to the turnbuckle. John fires back elbows and flailing kicks in order that he might free himself. Paddy is wounded enough to step back and give enough room for Hudson to hook his head and deliver a half-hearted ace crusher.  The four men now lay strewn about the ring like discarded toys, crumpled and broken. Even after executing the stunner, John has exhausted himself beyond measure. He throws a stray arm over the prone body of Paddy, but the Kilmainham native lazily rolls a shoulder at two. The fans know full well that the end is near, so the await the action with baited breath. Slowly the combatants rise again, each needing the ropes to sustain them to a vertical base. There is a pause as each man contemplates his position, and that of his adversaries, while the crowd gives an appreciative clap to all four men for their showing thus far. The action starts again as Hudson ducks a charging Blade, sending him sailing over the ropes to the outside. Sensing an opportunity to settle things once and for all, Paddy too slips out of the ring, leaving Niko and John to settle their differences within. Niko charges, but Hudson drops down and Genero trots over him to the far ropes. A criss-cross soon develops and both men know where this is heading; after a few bounces and ducks they both go for their respective clotheslines, trying to outstep their opponent. The force of their collision picks up both men’s feet and the crash to the canvas once again. Meanwhile the battle outside has turned against Blade. Perry, who’s been seemingly stronger as this match has gone on, isn’t weakening yet and the stiff shots he lays rock him backward and make him wish for the soft arms of his lover. He retreats onto the apron and then up the turnbuckle, but Pat is only a few steps behind him. A stunning right cross jacks Jonny’s chin a bit too far and he slackens. The Irishman grabs the seated opponent from behind. Both men, in the high rent district launch off and land on their shoulders as Perry executes a German suplex from the top. He bridges, but it’s sloppy, and as the referee’s hand counts the final three, Blade’s shoulder lifts from the canvas. Paddy Perry has essentially pinned himself.

Your winner, and Jonathan Blade!