Everyone else seems so happy to be in this tag team match, but so angry about everything else. You don't have to be mad to kick ass. In fact, emotion is often the reason people fail at tasks. Focus and drive don't need emotion to keep going, they just need goals. And the ability to accomplish those goals by any way deemed necessary. You all want everyone to see you as this these people. These angry monsters who belong higher up then they are. When I simply show everyone that I AM higher up then you are.

*The video feed finally comes in. 2 is standing on a step ladder. He smiles and steps down and moves toward the camera. The room in bland.*

Everyone wants to be mad about the climb needed to get to the next goal, but the climb is the best part. I live inside of those moments. When I have to drag myself up another rung. Everyone trying to pull me down. Pest and Scotch trying to pull me down. In order to better their positions. But they don't pull hard. They merely tug at my pant legs, and bitch and complain that they have to try harder. Go ahead and keep crying, keep demanding things you haven't earned yet. I'll go ahead and do the things you claim your going to do, right in front of your face.

*2 breathes deeply. He reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a small cylinder. He pops the top and pulls out a toothpick. Which then goes between his teeth.*

Let me put it this way. I've faced you before. Maybe not Pest and Bourbon. But people just like you.

But you haven't seen anyone like me before. You probably think you have. You may even see actual similarities. But I'm not like anyone else. Name, number, shit joke, heard it all you uncannily bland buffoons. You should worry less about my preferred nomenclature. And more about what you plan to do after you lose your way out of contendership.

*2 pulls the toothpick from his mouth and flicks it off camera.*

Though the two of you have changed my mind a bit. I'm still not all that interested in winning some tag team titles, but now I'm pretty damn interested in making sure you don't. So if kicking the shit out of you two, leads to kicking the shit out of some more people, and that leads to being a tag team champ, while Scotchy and The Annoyance wallow in sadness. Well, I might just be pretty damn happy about that.

Brian and I are going to smash the two of you tweedy twerps out of the tag division and into a deep dark wet depression.

With pretty little smiles on.

I mean. Hey Brian? Want to wreck some dudes with me? I know we don't really know each other. And I previously stated my disinterest in the belts, but I think I've been swayed. I think you and I would make some great champs. Does that sound at all good to you? Sounds like a fucking smashing time to me!

*2 laughs loudly*

I think you threw rocks at the wrong bees best boys. Hope you aren't allergic.

And don't forget, big girls don't cry.

*endible*