SD III: Adam Lynch, Babba Coldway & Sandy White Vs. Gnarly Charlie, James Wright & Reva Devonport

James got the other fella off of him. It was nice, to be able to breathe and do things like that, and James regretted that he could not do similar more often. But for right now, he was happy to just be able to respirate like a normal human being. The second that odious boot was off of him, he rolled once to the left to ensure that there was as much space as possible between him and the larger man. He was on his back once more, and immediately sprang up.

The sudden turn must have surprised his foe, as he was a bit slow to get up. The aerial ace knew exactly what to do, and swung his right leg back. It was high time for getting the hell out of here, and tagging out as quickly as he possibly could. For all his boasting, he was getting his ass kicked, and he could not afford to have that sink his whole team.

Right when Adam popped up, he would send a spinning, loping kick towards his opponent's head. He would then turn all the way through the kick, all the way back to his corner. And then it was a footrace, and he was fairly confident that he could win before being chased down.

Adam in his rage would have torn into his opponent after charging at James as quickly as possible, but somehow the aerial ace still had some fight in him. The red head would find a kick landing right on his head from out of nowhere, one that sent him stumbling back in a daze before once again catching himself on the ropes.

Adam wouldn't be getting right back into the fight this time since the kick really did a number on him. So barely keeping himself up with the help of the ropes, the terror would watch hazily as his opponent ran towards the corner to tag out most likely. Adam knew he had blown his chance to get his hands on James, but the match was still young...so it was safe to say that there'd be more chances later on.

So after picking himself off the ropes, the red headed terror would brace himself to see which of the other two competitors would be tagged in by the aerial ace. And as soon as that person entered, he would charge towards his opponent with a running clothesline.