Captain Howdy's locker room
Howdy looks depressed that he just lost in his bid to win the Hardcore Porn title.
In walks JLA, with the DCMB Championship slug over his shoulder.
JLA: Hello Howdy. I bet you're wondering why I chose you as my tag partner, and why I attacked Wednesday after your embarrassing loss.
Howdy: What the hell did you think you were doing? You dont care about me,all you care about is you,and championship gold! Thats why you screwed my chance at the hardcore porn title!
JLA: It's true, I would like to be able to place a tag championship over my left shoulder...that shoulder is getting jealous of my right one, since it has this beautiful DCMB Title over it.
It's also true that I could use an ally to look out for me, considering that URG was able to blindside me before our match.
But this is really all about you, Howdy. I feel bad that you have yet to win a championship here at the RDCW. I also feel bad that even with Nowhereman as your partner, you two couldn't beat the Playboys.
So I'm here to help you...think of me as an ally.
Just like when my country saved yours during the war, I'm here to save you from a meaningless career.
Howdy: What the fuck? Dont even fucking start with that pro-USA shit with me. I'd take old glory & shove it where the sun dont shine,but I reckon you'd enjoy that too much!
JLA: I'm sure you'd enjoy that sight. Look Howdy, we're off on the wrong foot, here. The fact of the matter is that The Playboys are very pissed at both of us right now. We should try to join forces for at least for one tag match. If we do well enough, perhaps we'll get a chance to fight for the tag gold. Plus, you can show the world that you are worthy of a rematch for the Hardcore Porn Championship if you give Wednesday a "jolly good thrashing' or whatever it is you people say. So...is it a deal?
Howdy finally decides to shake JLA's hand, and the Allied Powers are born!