Team DOA are sitting in the back, having a good ol' time. They're having a conversation, until Cross walks in with a smile on his face. Not neccessarily a 'happy' smile, more of a sinister one, kinda like 'I got a plan'. Dante stands up, and slaps hands and all that jazz with Cross.

Dante: "Hey dude, what's on your mind?"

Cross scoops LD's Corona out of his hand, and downs it. Diablo gives him a dirty look, and decides he'd rather go get another than face the wrath of Cross.

Cross: "You see that shit earlier with the SOAP opera Drama?"

Dante gives Cross a look, "The what?"

Cross: "The Sons of Disaster, you douchebag."

Dante: "Oooh ya, I saw that crap. I was thinking about going out there myself, and taking care of the rest of the fat. Which is Rot's fatass thighs."

Cross: "Yeah, I got something better. I hear Palsied's gonna play a little joke on them for April fool's. I think this is a good time to send them another message."

Dante smirks all deviant like, "Let's hear about this."

We fade out to ringside for the next match, which is Sean Hunter versus Nigga to the Jones.