(c.) cruel intentions at daf.

6 and Rising Inc. pull up to the arena in a rent-a-car. They slam the doors behind them, rolling their luggage along the cracked pavement. Big Steed Williams has a tag title around his left shoulder as he pulls his luggage with his right. Joe Six-Pack's tag title hangs around his neck, carrying his luggage in his right hand and a rolled up black ball of 6 and Rising Inc. shirts in his left. They lurch through a back door and down the hallway quietly, nodding at wrestlers as they go by.

The team comes to a stop outside of the 6 and Rising Inc. lounge. Joe jiggles the door handle, but the door won't budge. He throws his shoulder into the door, the hinges rattling, the door crying as its nearly ripped out of the frame. Joe and Steed step through the door to their lounge, put their luggage in a corner, and sit the ICWA Tag Team Championships on the wooden table in the center of the room, near the fridge stocked with cold beer.

Steed plops down on a chair, reaching in the fridge and whipping out a few beers. Six-Pack turns on the radio, turning it up. A guitar hammering its way through a solo tears through the room.

Joe: Oh, you got to hear this.

Steed: Who is that?

Joe: It's our new theme song. "Beer Drinkers and Hell Raisers" by Motorhead. Damn good song.

Steed: Right on.

Joe: Hell yeah.

Joe takes a seat next to Steed, reaching for a beer.

Steed: We just gonna sit here?

Joe: Not for long.

Steed: Damn right.

Joe: I know, I want a piece of them too.

Steed: Mmmhmm.

Joe: Shattered Soul and Mason Caine?

Steed sits up, taking his feet off the table.

Steed: To hell with them. I want the Messiah! I voted for Barack Obama and I'll be damned if he's gonna take my tag team titles from me!

Joe: Understood. We didn't need help to get our titles back. And now that we have them again, they aren't going ANYWHERE. They'll stay in this lounge until it's time to hang up our boots. Cause, and I know I speak for both of us when I say, "Those two have hell to pay."

Steed: And if ANYONE is going to beat on Christian Michaels and Whysper, it's us. Let me be in the same room as them again, cause I'll rain on them like a Georgia thunderstorm!

Joe: Agreed.