*The Primetime Players are all sitting on the couch watching the Beer Money TV advertisement on the flat screen television in the locker room. Darren Young shakes his head and reaches for the remote. Turning off the TV with a swift thumb movement, he tosses the remote away from him, disregarding the loud 'thunk' it makes when it hits the floor.*
Darren Young: What kind of garbage was that?
A.W.: I'll tell you what it was; it was a desperate cry for attention was what it was. I'm telling you fellas, those two are desperate. Why else would they need to make a TV ad just so they could make fun of us? They can't do it in the ring so they've gotta make a commercial doing it instead. Those fools can't touch us. We're the Primetime Players for a reason. We;'re one step closer to winning those tag team championships. Right now, our focus is on the Kings of Wrestling and All American Perfection. Don't let 'em distract ya. You've gotten too far to let them trip you up.
*A.W. stands on his feet and pats both Young and O'Neil on the shoulders.*
A.W.: Now c'mon, fellas, we're nearing Christmas and I just arranged a little Christmas shindig at the Fours Seasons Hotel in D.C. as a little Christmas present for the two of you for all of your hard work.
O'Neil: You serious, man?! Aw, thank you!
*O'Neil gets off of the couch and hugs A.W. in a bear hug.*
A.W.: Release the grip, brother!
*O'Neil lets go.*
O'Neil: My bad.
A.W.: It's cool. Save the huggin' for the ladies, my friend. They don't call you "Sex Appeal" Titus O'Neil for nothing. Now, we ready to go?
Young & O'Neil: Uh huh!
A.W.: Alright then, let's get going!
*Young and O'Neil chant "Millions of Dollars" behind A.W. as they go off.*