<Cut to the inside of the Cheapions' locker room. Sweet Marlene is cutting the tape on a shipping carton on her desk while Chewy Walrus and Killconey watch the show on a monitor, to which is taped a copy of the evening's card...>

Killconey: This is stupid.

Chewy Walrus:

KC: The West Side Rollers, dude. They're plastered all over this card like they own this promotion!

Sweet Marlene: The ratings certainly suggest that they do, boys...

CW & KC: \:\(

SM: I'm just saying, though... right now they're on top - or at least near the top. They're going to get the A-list treatment until someone can convincingly demonstrate they're not A-list material. We're not healthy enough to do that at this point.

KC: I just can't stand it! We should be out there kickin' asses, not watching it all on TV like those tryout jobbers...

SM: Well you've got a match next week. Just get through that and then we'll see about taking on the West Side Rollers. I'm just glad the doctors cleared you both in time to get you a match that soon. Stay healthy this time and we'll get our shot.

KC: At a buncha B-list tag teams. I miss when we could team up with Sammitch and take on anybody.

SM: I understand that. But sooner or later you're going to have to get used to taking on anybody without Sammitch. I know you have the ability. But you need to develop confidence in that ability or you'll never fight at your full potential. Sammitch was good because he gave you that confidence. But you need to start finding it in yourselves.

CW:

KC: You're right, babe.

SM: Yeah, I know.

<Sweet Marlene opens the box and pulls out a sleeveless black baseball jersey. The logo is obscured by the folds of the garment, but somewhere in its midst, a letter F is clearly visible until Marlene looks up and notices the camera...>

SM: Get that thing out of here!

<Chewy gets up, goes over to the door, and slams it in the cameraman's face... camera... whatever...>

Monroe: One wonders what that letter F stands for...

Marcum: Maybe the F-Troop! It's very appropriate!

Monroe:

<Fade to black...>