The United Kingdom Elite (C) vs Juniper Nayle and Nick Solem

Ryan had very impressive upper body strength, Juniper was now realising this. She'd gotten lucky when the pair were in the squared circle earlier, but now Mr Knight was fresh. And quite angered, nothing was worse than a British paragon gunning for you. The redhead's legs were worn down from the master of creation John, and that had most certainly aided in flooring Juniper.

Now that the British paragon had knocked the enemy down with his power, it was time to go to work. That was how Ryan kept things, use power moves when they were standing. And then submissions when they got knocked down, but this was a title defence. The first ever in fact, Juniper had early showed her power by moving right into the corner of the champions with Ryan being held by her.

So the young man felt it only fitting to try and one up her, grinning down at Juniper Ryan was going to hook both of the redhead's legs while standing up. Ms Nayle was a bit of a big girl, but that wasn't going to stop Mr Knight in the slightest. The British paragon was going to put his upper body limbs to work, and send Juniper for a loop. She was going to be in the eye of the storm here, with a good old fashioned giant swing!

Groaning, Juniper sat up. She can't believe she pulled something that Nick would have done. Being clumsy during a match...

She panics slightly when Ryan reaches down to grab her legs. Looking up at him, she hoped that he would already go for a submission. Even he couldn't be that anxious to trap her while she was still feisty. But...What's this?!

She began to swing around in a circle! Juniper squeals in delight. "I haven't been Giant's Swung since my first match! Go faster!" She laughs. If this were a fan drawing, a little heart would be coming from Juniper's pleased expression.

It'd been some time since Mr Knight took his opponent a swinging. But every time he did it the crowd would start getting hyped, namely because whenever the British paragon did this it was always a feat of strength. The stoic young man actually started grinning when he did this, namely because this was payback on the redhead.

"Woo! Start it up boss!" John said slapping the turnbuckle to start riling up the crowd. The master of creation was going to certainly get behind this for sure, Juniper was going to be in for it now. Still John was a tad surprised by the redhead's glee at this, furthering the notion in Mr Carnaby's mind that she was a tad masochistic.

But still Ryan didn't care in the slightest, Juniper wanted it. She'd get it, and Mr Knight was putting his all into this move. John was going to start counting along with the crowd as the paragon of Britain started it up.

"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!"

Then with a loud grunt Ryan would toss Juniper forward, the dizzying effect would force the British paragon to slump down onto the mat. But he knew that after being swung around hard and thrown like a Scottish caber, odds were good that Ms Nayle was going to feel much worse off than the tag champ.

Only Nick, it seemed, was watching in horror as his partner was being flung across the ring. A hand still over his eye, it was probably a black eye by now. He watched as the crowd counted and Ryan spun. Juniper's laughs ended when she hits Tue canvas with a thundering bang.

She cries out with a pained "AUGH!" One that sounded like, she was finally hurt for once. Like she was truly in pain. Nick, as she was his responsibility, couldn't bear it. He grows and gets into the ring, illegally, but he didn't care. With balled fists, he begins to walk towards Ryan. Who he didn't see as a friend at the moment, but as a stranger who hurt his friend.

That was one of the best giant swings Ryan ever did, felt the most satisfying to be sure. And based off the reaction from Juniper after being flung, it had done it's intended effect. As soon as the British paragon's head settled from the dizzy effect he'd hope to press it as best he could, and get payback for his Sister Lucy. Who at this point was in her VIP booth, legs crossed and sipping British red wine.

Of course this was a tag match, and Nick didn't seem to like the move that Mr Knight had just done. Nick had the right idea, striking the enemy while they were stunned. And it seemed that Mr Solem was going to try and kick Ryan while he was down or something along those lines, however.....

"Oh no you don't prick!" John shouted as he too barged in, if Nick was going to run into the ring. Then the master of creation was going to do the same, just like the plan. Anytime the enemy non legal partner rushed in, the other member of the UK Elite was going to rush in and attempt to take them out.

John moved in and would charge right at Nick, hoping to spear him right out of his boots. After tackling Nick Mr Carnaby would try to roll him out the ring while holding onto him, if Nick wanted to fight then the artist would take it outside. Every second the artist bought was a second Ryan could get his bearings and perhaps seal the victory for the Tag champs in their first title defence.

Nick was so besides himself with rage, that he became blinded and didn't even know himself that he got into the ring. And it was this blindness that didn't allow him to see John. He could only hear him at the last second come at Nick, tackling him out of the ring.

Meanwhile, Juniper still lays sprawled out on the floor. Satisfied, but dizzy.

John had kept a watchful vigil on the opponent in the corner, at all times. It was one of the tactics that Britain's finest employed to ensure the odds were in their favour, should the enemy partner decide to enter the ring without being the legal member. Still Nick had chosen a good time to attack, while Britain's paragon was dazed from his own move. But he had forgotten one simple fact, John was marking him. Perhaps if Mr Solem was thinking more clearly he might have gone after Mr Carnaby instead, but as it was the man just left himself wide open to the attack of the artist.

"FOR BRITAIN!!" John shouted at the top of his lungs as he barrelled right at Nick, spearing him out of his boots and out the ring too. Of course this was going to hurt the master of creation also, but Mr Carnaby knew that would likely disable Nick for the rest of the match. John made sure to try and mitigate his impact to the outside as best he could, landing on his side with a harsh groan. But he knew that Nick was going to the one worse for wear, the crowd roared in excitement at the self sacrifice of the master of creation.

After taking a few seconds to collect himself John would look at Nick, and grin despite the pain in his chest. "Hah....S-Serves you right for trying to interfere, you punk." as he slowly tried to get back up and stagger to his corner. Intent and content to just leave Nick wherever he lay.

Meanwhile back in the ring Ryan was taking every second he could to try and get his senses straight, he was thankful that John had come in to bail his partner out. Mr Carnaby had proven himself a dependable right hand man and friend to Britain's paragon, now it was time to deal with the legal opponent. Juniper Nayle, who as Mr Knight suspected was still dealing with the harsh giant swing and caber toss. The young man grinned like a shark, blood was smelt. Eager to press the advantage Ryan would quickly crawl towards the downed redhead and hook her leg for a pin attempt.

Nick hit the floor, hard. John may have taken some damage but, none like Nick had just suffered. He ended up knocking the poor man out. Too bad there was nothing in the stipulations about that. Though, it would not have been legal anyways. The dog ears flicker around and make a whirring sound before stopping.

Juniper was not faring any better. She lays there, watching Ryan come towards her and grab her leg. "Ooh~ I didn't know you were gonna be so hands on..." She says, noticeably weaker than her usual taunts in tone. She doesn't even fight it as the ref came over to the pair. Juniper smirks. "You proved your point. The AFW's rising star can't beat Britain's best.....I'm fine with that. As long as your fine with this..."

As soon as the referee counted to three, deciding the match, Juniper leans her head up to peck Ryan lips.

John knew that he'd taken out the enemy partner, which was all to the plan. Something like that, an impact which could make one question their mortality would nip their attacks right in the bud. Still John of course knew that his ribs were going to need a good ice pack and rest, flashbacks to the tag finals against the Ishii siblings playing in his mind as he stood on the apron.

Meanwhile Ryan had managed to secure victory for the tag team champions, the first title defence of the UK Elite had gone in their favour. As Mr Knight strongly believed it would, Nick was persistent and Juniper was strong. Still at the end they lacked the tag team knowhow, they weren't as unified and cohesive as Britain's finest. The bell would ring loudly, and the theme song of Ryan and John would start blaring out the speakers.

Still Juniper was wanting something from the paragon of Britain, and she managed to steal a quick kiss from the young man. The artist had rushed into the ring, to celebrate the victory alongside his boss. But he stood there, a look of mild surprise on his face. Ryan had also shared that, and was already worrying about the things that might ensue from this. After it though Mr Knight would sigh and just give a small smile, saying to the redhead "Well, you wished to face champions after all. Sorry but it was our first title defence, we couldn't afford to do anything else than the best we could. And that kiss? That's all you get, this Knight's already taken I'm afraid."

Still the best of Britain were honourable fighters in the ring, so Ryan would stand up and offer a hand to help Juniper up. Least he could do after winning the match, Mr Knight would motion for John to do the same for Nick. Only the artist looked out at where the guy was and said "He's out boss, he didn't give me a choice."

"Ah, a shame. Well Ms Nayle I trust you can take care of him, me and John will celebrate our victory. Good evening." Ryan would say, the paragon of Britain and the master of creation accepting their title belts and exiting the ring.

Juniper had secured a little something from Ryan herself. She and Nick had lost. They only prepared for one night, having no time. She had thrown together the team of her and Nick against a rel team. For such a hastily put together team, they did well against champions like Ryan and John.

"Yeah, yeah. I bet Lucy is sitting pretty content." Juniper says, accepting the hand to get up. "Don't worry, I don't aim to take anyone away from anyone. Unless they were willing." She gives him a wink. Juniper would grab an ark from each man and raise them in the air to show their victory.

After that, she would release them and exit the ring to carry Nick, slinging her over her shoulder to carry the dog out.