Isaiah slammed his hands on Ryan's shoulders to stop his tackle.
"How pathetic." Isaiah said with a grin. "So, you came to the conclusion that you can't defeat me, so you tried to push me off the ring?"
"Just go down, bastard!" Ryan screamed and kept slamming his body against Isaiah's chest.
"Haha, as if!" Isaiah raised his fist high. "I can't let Tyler do all the work. I still have to bother Kiernan, y'see!"
"You don't get it, do you?"
"Huh?" Isaiah frowned, wondering what he meant by that.
"In this match, we were just the opening act!" Ryan shouted and suddenly wrapped his arms around Isaiah's body.
"We shouldn't delay the main event any longer. After all, everyone wants Kiernan versus Tyler!"
"?!" Isaiah's widened in shock.
With a scream, Ryan ustered every bit of his strength and lifted Isaiah off the ground. Then, with a desperate move, he started falling off the ring with Isaiah in his arms.
