[It simply opens up to JB and Tommy inside a lounge nightclub area in Oregon at night, since Reggie had a flight back to San Diego. We see both men dressed in their finest camo like attire, sitting in a booth with music playing. We see them drinking some finest wine that the lounge had to offer, including with two finest looking Jenny Myst’s twins flanking them by their sides, in their beautiful dresses from Dior. We see John pouring everyone some wine in their glasses and gives a toast for all the shit they pulled off.]
JB: Here’s a toast for me not going to jail, not being booked from another company that shall go nameless, and for a job well done with our music video that trended worldwide on the tube! We on the fuckin map close to not getting those belts.
T: Preach on JB, preach on!
Tiffany: What belts are you talking about, John?
JB: Oh, it’s has something to do with the tag team championship me and my partner is involved in.
Tiffany: Oh so you two are wrestlers? I thought you both were rappers, I didn’t know you guys did that fake stuff.
[JB then looks at Tiffany, almost wanted to hit her, but Tommy then raises his hand up and started saying something to ease the room. Then we see the girl beside him, looking all freaked out by his mannerisms.]
Annie: Uh, Tommy what are you doing?
T: I wanted to be random, that’s all, I have a thing to just be fucking random.
Annie: I don’t like that at all, you need to behave yourself in this upstanding lounge, or else I will leave with my sister.
[Tommy then “nods” his head at her request, and drinks his wine. Then Tiffany then pulls out her phone, and reads a headline from ZMT about John beating up some kid at a bar last time, she puts her phone down and looks at JB.]
Tiffany: Is it true John?
JB: What’s true?
Tiffany: You beat up a frat kid, is it true?
JB: Why you wanna know, you a fed or something?
Tiffany: YOU DID BEAT HIM UP!... why did you do that, John?
[JB then takes a sip of his wine, and doesn’t give her a response on it. Then she gets mad, and she pulls her sister to leave them alone. Tommy then looks mad at JB, and slams his hand on the table.]
T: Yo, why you fucked up our chances with those fine girls man? I almost had Annie’s digits and her feet in my face!
JB: First off, I wasn’t interested in Tiffany’s questions, plus she looked too much like the person who fucked up that fanboy’s night up that one time in Mall Of America whom told me he was mad about that…
T: So?... what does that have to do with anything?
JB: Look man, I got enough shit to deal with… you remember that one time you wanted me to close up shop at another fed for you to come in?
T: Yeah what about it?
JB: Motherfuckers didn’t bother callin me about putting me on their fuckin cards since last two weeks, and I’m still feelin that ATL Street fight loss on me, mixed in with this tag turmoil and that X-Treme match with Gellar’s side hoe this week… I’m kinda not in the mood to be fuckin with these hoes you brought up in this lounge here tonight.
[JB then gulps the shit out of his wine, and he slams the glass on the table. Then we see Tiffany and Annie come back to their table, as they both fixed their hair and “powdered their noses” in the bathroom. Tiffany then rubs her hands on his sleeve, as Annie rubs Tommy’s hair, and JB notices some white stuff on Tiffany’s nose.]
JB: Hey Tiffany, what’s up with the nose residue?
Tiffany: What nose residue?
[Annie quickly hands her a tissue, and she wipes it off her nose quickly. Tommy then tries to leer on her cleavage, but she smacks him on the back of his head to keep his eyes on her eyes instead. JB instantly knew what was up with what was going on.]
JB: Look ladies, I don’t know what Tommy see’s in you both, but I anit here to play no games and keep it real… I am dealin with too much stress and bullshit, either you both want to fuck Tommy or leave us the hell alone. Better yet, stay with Tommy and I’ll fukin leav—
[Tommy kicks JB in the leg, and JB gotten visibly annoyed at him for doing it. Then he pushes Tiffany off the seating area, and leaves the nightclub. Then about ten minutes later, we see him sitting at a bench away from the nightclub looking at the sky. Then we see Tommy meeting up with him, and he sits beside him.]
T: Hey man, I’m sorry about that shit at the club. I knew them bitches were crazy as soon they showed me a vile of crack they wanted me to snort, I am not into that white stuff unless it’s the smell of white nailpolish up my nostrils.. eh eh?
[JB then ignores him for a second, then smiles at his shitty joke. He then punches him on the arm as a form of “receipt” from getting kicked in the leg at the club. We see Tommy holding his arm in pain, as JB laughs.]
T: What was that for?
JB: You being a simp for some pussy… you got to learn how to not let hoes get to you, shit I knew right away they were trouble. But all didn’t stop you from being aware.
T: I’m not a simp, brotha… but I didn’t know they were coke users, shit it kinda reminded me of Roxy and Vinnie for some odd reason. I guess that’s why they call it thin white line.
JB: Pretty much man, but anyways I’m about to head back to the hotel. You still wanna holler at these Portland chicks, I’m not gonna stop ya.
T: Nah, after what went down at the club… let’s just get back to the hotel, we got some shit to tape in the morning anyways.
[Then they both leave the bench to walk back to the hotel, and the next morning occurs where they appear at make shift studio, with their THUGS flag hanging behind them, where we see Tommy setting up the camera. Then they get themselves ready to cut a “promo”.]
T: You know what coming soon?
JB: What is that?
T: That show for Warfare, where the matches are taking place in Portland, Oregon? The thing that we signed up for a shot at those Tag Belts?
JB: Oh right, that Tag Turmoil thing, that thing might be soo easy to be in. Almost half the teams in it, have away better shot at WOO!’in the competition away then we can even image. Shit, we aren’t even in the same level as them at all. But also, did you hear this rumor of Bourbon going to give up half of his strap if Demos beats Page? OR Demos gonna be a moot point in this thing is he loses to Page?
T: Oh yeah, it’s been documented, and if that’s the case then well… what’s the point of us being in an already twisted bliss of nonsense in this thing? It’s simple, we are going to go out there, and make sure we fuck up everyone in that turmoil for the sake of it. We won’t hold nothing back, even if we aren’t ever going to be in tag title contention for the next 24 months from now.
JB: Tommy is right about that, that’s the same case for me and my shot at Page for his Universal strap, but I won’t go to far into that since I’m nowhere near the league of Demos or a Kinkaid.. but fuck all that, we have a shot to prove that we are the best fuckin tag team that ever landed in this place, if it wasn’t for us… this whole tag division would be nothing but singles unwilling to mingle Loses as a team. I hear that it’s easier to lose one on one, then it is to lose in a two on two situation… that isn’t the case for us.
T: Shit, I lost my matches one on one, JB lost his matches one on one, shit even Reggie lost his matches one on one even in SNOWJOB against the “hardcore icon” Alias the Hotdog… but as a team, we know that even if we lose one matches a piece, we grow stronger every time we work together to fuck up the program. But this is going to be not the last I say this but… THUGS WILL REIGN SUPREME IN THIS TAG TURMOIL… come hell or high water, anything else you have to say John?
JB: Nope, that’s all I agree with man. See you Tag competitors later…bitches!
[Then we see Tommy cutting off the camera, and the scene fades into black.]
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