Victory by Pinfall, Submission or KO
Albert Pfeiffer was not in a good mood. He scowled petulantly as he waited backstage, waiting for his first call to the ring that would mark the beginning of his ignominious punishment. He cursed his sister for sending him here - cursed his one foolishness for agreeing to her obviously rigged game to cut the family business out from under him. Albert flexed his arms and legs stretching out in preparation for this two on one encounter. It was hardly ideal, but he assured himself that he could prevail. He was clad in a set of shamelessly tight blue briefs, matching the blue of his hair, along with elbow guards, kneepads and boots - a simple attire that he had deigned to wear for the shambolic fools that actually enjoyed this ridiculous 'league'.