*Backstage, we see Krazed and BPT relaxing in a pair lounge chairs. Schwartz is sitting on BPT's lap and J walks onscreen carrying a tray of drinks. He sets the drinks directly on top of the World Tag Team Championship belts.
BPT: regular coke? and there's no fuckin whiskey in this. fuckin up again Germy!
Krazed: Well at least we found some use for these things...
*Doc Paragon walks into frame, assessing the group and the situation.
DP: Gentlemen, it seems you've made yourself at home here. It seems that you also have an issue with my statement earlier and defending those tag team titles of yours against The English Bastards.
BPT: Do those punk ass's even deserve to be thrown out by us at this point?
Krazed: Yeah seriously. How much more ass do we have to kick around here?
DP: Well, boys, it's very simple. When you signed on for that tag team gauntlet match, you signed a contract to defend those tag titles if you won them, which you did. And you WILL defend those tag team titles tonight against the English Bastards. . .or you will be stripped of those titles and suspended from this promotion for six months without pay!
And you might even be facing a breach of contract suit from the RDCW's legal counsel. I trust I make myself clear?
BPT: pathetic. no one here can get me a cold beer let alone hold this piece of tin. (BPT Shoves Schwartz off his lap, jumps up, and kicks the belt/drinks/tray over) You feed those fools to the lions, and we'll toss'm back to you. be at ringside and see what happens when you waste our time.
Krazed: Thats right damnit! Were the only ones who deserve to treat these belts like shit! Bring on as many as you'd like doc. There all getting sent home empty handed...
DP: I will be at ringside, and gentlemen, for your sakes, you'd better do just exactly that.
*Paragon leaves as the Rollers return to their seats, and Schwartz gets back in BPT's lap.
BPT: Germy! We need some more drinks here!
Krazed: High five.
