((Inside a strip club, "Loverboy" Vinnie Lane is sitting at a table with his two buddies, Johnny and Dave. Half naked girls are wandering around everywhere, and in the background we can see Alex and Donny sitting at the stage tossing dollar bills at the incredibly flexible blonde hanging from a pole. Loverboy is staring at his cell phone.))

Dave: You sure that guy isn't gonna chicken out? We can go get him.

Loverboy: No, it's cool. I told him I already paid his cover and put his name on the list. A list that can just as easily end up in his wife's hands. He'll be here.

Johnny: I don't get it, Vinnie. How did you end up tag teaming with a choir boy?

Loverboy: You know, at first I wondered the same thing. I was bummed. Especially after the way he basically did nothing in our match this past Tuesday. But, you know what? Them more I thought about it, the more I think it's going to work out. Think about it - Mastermind and Cain are basically the devil, right? I mean, Cain straight up possessed someone, and Mastermind looks an awful lot like Anton LaVey, only shorter. A guy like LH Harrison is just right for those two. He'll put a little Jesus in them and I'll drop them on their heads. Simple.

Johnny: Yeah, but ain't there another team?

Loverboy: Sure, but Shelby Cobra's just some fake-chested porn reject. I've wrestled hundreds of those.

Dave: We all have.

((Just then, LH Harrison wanders over, covering his face with his hands. He nervously finds Loverboy and the guys and quickly takes a seat in the corner.))

LH Harrison: Did anyone see me come in? Are there cameras in here?

Loverboy: What, are you crazy? Like anyone would come to a strip club with video evidence of what happened inside it!

LH Harrison: I've never been to, uh, one of these establishments.

Loverboy: Well dude, trust me, this is as far on the down low as you can get. LH Harrison, I want you to meet a couple old friends of mine. This is "Dangerous" Dave Mustang and Johnny "Twisted" Steele. These two dudes have been tag teaming for years and have been champs in every company they've been in. I didn't plan on them being here tonight, but once they turned up I figured you couldn't really miss the opportunity to get some pointers from the best team I know, The Disintigrators.

LH Harrison: Hi guys. Look, Vinnie, the chair is sticky. Can we hurry it along? I'm not comfortable here, and you already made me look pretty bad at service earlier.

Loverboy: Of course the chair is sticky! Some of the prettiest chicks in Arkansas have dragged their snail trails across every piece of furniture in this building for a few dollars. Look, I know you're still a little pissed at me for earlier. That's why I went ahead and bought you something.

((Loverboy waves someone over and a moment later a Jessica Rabbit lookalike slides into view wearing nothing but a pink thong, pasties and seven inch heels.))

Loverboy: Buddy, meet Cherry Pie. Cherry Pie, meet my pal LH!

Cherry Pie: LH? What does that stand for?

LH Harrison: Well, my name is Hen -

Loverboy: LH means "Low Hung" baby. Why don't you climb on there and show him that thing you showed me earlier?

((Cherry Pie climbs onto Harrison's lap, leaning back and extending her long, toned legs straight up in the air. LH Harrison's face goes white as a ghost as Cherry's thighs start rhythmically vibrating just inches from his face. Loverboy and the Disintigrators start cat calling and showering the gorgeous stripper with cash. Eventually, the girl turns around and leans forward, grinding hard against the lap of a very shocked LH Harrison.))

LH Harrison: Oh... oh God! Miss what are you doing? I'm married! I'm... I'm a Christian! I'm... I'm... I'm...

Loverboy: Holy shit, he's cumming!

((Cherry Pie jumps off of Harrison as he beings to twitch and convulse like an epileptic at a laser light show. Loverboy and the others try and cover up their laughter but don't do a very good job as Harrison's face turns a deep shade of red.))

LH Harrison: That... that was...

Loverboy: Embarrassing.

LH Harrison: AMAZING.

Loverboy: The wife doesn't have that move in her repertoire, does she? I can't wait to meet her.

((Loverboy's obvious sarcasm goes right over Harrison's head as he is still staring at Cherry Pie. A moment later though, he scowls.))

LH Harrison: Wait a second. Aren't you little Tracy Tucker? The pastor's daughter? We had Sunday school together!

((Cherry's eyes grow wide and she scoops up as much of the cash from around the table as she can before taking off as fast as her plastic platform shoes will allow.))

Loverboy: Well, that takes care of pleasure. I figure we've got about five minutes before we get asked to leave, so, let's talk a little business. This Monday, you and me need to be focused. We need to be a team. I'm not getting in the ring with Cain unless I know you've got my back.

LH Harrison: You don't have to worry about Cain, Vinnie, I know he scares you. I'll -

Loverboy: WOAH woah woah, hold on, LH! Ha ha! I'm not... I'm not SCARED of Cain! I just think I match up better against the other three opponents, that's all. Plus, don't you have some sort of moral obligation to deliver the XWF from evil and Satan and demons and shit?

LH Harrison: Well, sort of, but it's okay to admit it, you know?

Loverboy: You obviously still haven't gotten the blood flowing back to your brain if you think I'm scared of Cain, just because he's a terrifying demon vampire monster. I mean, seriously, I saw Vince Neil after his plastic surgery. I know fear. You just focus on that ONE guy and I'll handle Mastermind, Shelby and Fandango, deal?

LH Harrison: Alright, Vinnie, whatever you say.

((Loverboy looks up as a couple of bouncers head toward the group, with Cherry Pie standing behind them and pointing.))

Loverboy: Times up, dudes, we need to split.

Dave: What about Alex and Donny?

((Loverboy looks toward the stage where the two bandmates are still enjoying the attention of some pretty ladies.))

Loverboy: LH, you've got to give us a ride back to my motel room. We'll just text Donny in a few and let him know what's up,I don't want to spoil their night just because Mr. Rogers here recognized someone from his neighborhood.

LH Harrison: Fine...

((Loverboy, LH and the Disintigrators bolt towards the door as the bouncers close in, but Loverboy stops momentarily to hand a slip of paper to Cherry Pie while making the "call me" gesture with his finger and thumb to his ear. She smiles as the group make their exit.))