*The screen comes to life showing a darkened bar, Mr. Black and Mr. Blood are sitting behind a battered table that is holding the JBW Tag Team championships. Behind them are the Gears, standing with their arms folded. The bottom of the screen has B.B. identifying this as the "BB Cam" that Vivica has taken to using, sure enough, the viewpoint spins as she points the camera to herself and waves, before turning the camera back towards the table*
Mr. Blood: We have a few things we would like to get off our chests, this message is being broadcast wherever we have made our influence felt. What all of you ignorant, sister-fucking redneck pieces of shit don't seem to realize is that we are running the show now. We are not only the single best tag team in this fucking industry. We are the single most dominant force that exists here. You think that there is really anyone, anyone that can keep us down? Now listen up, as we are only going to be broadcasting this once.
First off, Uncle Fester and the Retard Twins. We both know that your boys there got something that they just ain't bad enough to keep. Fact is, them even getting those belts was nothing but a fucking fluke. Do us a favor there dr nimrod, clean those belts off real nice before you bring em on down to Full Throttle. Them tards probably tried to eat the damn things, and we don't want no goddamn retard slobber on our new belts.
Mr. Black: Dirty sons of Bitches.
Mr. Blood: Damn right. Look, it's a foregone conclusion that your boys only get to play at being champions until we meet, even the stupidest most inbred piece of trash that calls themself a fan knows that. So before they gotta come face us and get their asses whipped all over the place by the Dominant Predators, again, do something nice for them and get them some milkshakes or something.
Vivica: Unca Blood always knows just what to get people!
Mr. Blood: Now as for this "Infection". Now y'all stepped in some shit, didn't ya? I mean hell, your boy was champ for what, two, three days? God Damn. And now you boys want to try and throw your hats into the ring for our belts? Tell you what, Van, we actually have some bit of respect for ya. You act like a snotty nosed bitch, and Lord knows every time you open that god damn mouth Black here starts reachin for a weapon, but you did manage to make yourself a champion, after a fashion. As for you there, Carlos ecetera my name is too damn long, whatever.
Vivica: He looks like my parent's old gardener.
Mr. Black: Hush now princess.
Vivica: Yes daddy.
Mr. Blood: As I was sayin, Carlos, unless your last name is Guerrero you got a hell of a lot of work to do to try to be an impressive little mexican, or are you a mexican't? Either way, you boys get in our way, it will be the last stupid thing you do on God's Green earth. You see we got plans here, see these boys behind us? We got big plans here, and we just can not abide someone walkin all up through our house, trying to fuck with our goals. This is a friendly warning, that's a hell of a lot more than most get.
Mr. Black: Don't be stupid.
Mr. Blood: Now last but not least, that japanese fella, Kia or whatever. Look now boy what happened to you was what had to happen, and it could have been a hell of a lot worse but we were just paid to beat you, not hurt you. What's happening between you and the suit is fun to watch and all, but don't go and make the mistake that we are going to be joining in, well, unless the money is right, of course.
Mr. Black: Nothing Personal
Mr. Blood: Just Business.
*The Camera fades to black, as Vivica starts giggling*
Vivica: Now, what are we gonna get all the girls that want my belt?