[Due to JB and Reggie having an extreme hangover from a yacht party that happened a few days ago, and them having to attempt to bail Tommy out of a local jail that was fifty miles down from where the Crypto Arena incident took place in, they didn’t have the time to film much of anything, so they managed to get in contact with Kenan Thompson and Efren Ramirez to film one of their promos.]





[We see a montage of the THUGS doing THUGS shit in and out of the ring, then we see some spliced images of Reggie’s time as X-Treme champion, JB’s many stints at title matches, and Tommy’s well you know, his little incident as well. Then we hear an announcer saying this.]




[Then it cuts to Kenan as JB in black shorts, and a THUGS cut off shirt flexing his “muscles'' as “Pedro” dressed up as Reggie, in red shorts, a wifebeater shirt as he was decking out cards on a table. As they were playing a round of uno, they suddenly hear a knock on the door and “Reggie” opens it up to see two ladies who could pass off as the “Midnight Dolls”, busting in to the room with a mean look on their faces.]


Doll #1: YOU BOTH AREN’T GOOD AT BEING PRIVATE!!


“Reggie”: Whatchu mamacita mean?


Doll #1: We heard that one of your boys got into an altercation at a bar last night! It’s all over ZMT Sport and other outlets!


“Reggie”: Then why do you care about us being “private” then?


Doll #2: Because WE are the ones who need the exposure, not you so called thugs, you are what is ruining this company. While WE are making positive news, and actually being good wrestlers, you both are just clowns!


[“JB” then takes the candy cigar out of his mouth, and put down his uno cards on the table, then looks at the “Midnight Dolls” and he looks at the second one who reminded him of someone. Then he gets up from the chair to talk to them.]


“JB”: Why are you both on us?... I thought you both are supposed to be some superhero type of shit. Oh yeah, Tommy getting involved within that bar fight has nothing to do with us, so you best step off before you know what’s good for ya. 


Doll #1: Nuh uh, we need to tell you both that YOU aren’t on our level!


Doll #2: Yeah what she said!

[Then “JB” walks up to the both of them, and they slightly back away from him, he then smiles at them and hands them both something out of the THUGS cooler, they observe the can and they open it and take a sip of it. They realized that it was luke beer they drank that was staler than Thad’s father on a Christmas morning not giving him presents. They spat it out and the two laughed at them.]


Doll #2: SOOO NOT LIKE FUNNY GUYS!


Doll #1: WE ARE LIKE SOO GONNA KICK YA ASSES!!... LET GET EM DOLL-E 


Doll #2: YEAH I'M RIGHT WITH YOU VI-OLL!


[Before the “Midnight Dolls” could attack them, the door knocked once again, and this time the door was busted open by Pete Davidson who dressed up like Tommy, in long john shirt, long pants, and a beanie on his head, drunk as fuck and wondering around the place. Then he sees the “Midnight Dolls” who were repulsed by him, as he was dry heaving near a bin. Once he had a false alarm, “Tommy” takes a gatorade from the cooler and takes a sip of it.]


“Tommy”: Yoooooooooooooo….. I ha-has no id-dea tha-that we have compannyyy *burps*... 


“Reggie”: Holmes, you need to lay off that bacardi chico, it’s gonna mess with your head esse!


“JB”: Yeah T, you need to lay off those drinks man, we already bailed out of jail like 666 times in a span of three years!


[Then that was a cue for a canned laugh, but no sound came out at all. Then everyone is back into their rolls for this terrible promo, as “Tommy” and “Reggie” beat down the “Midnight Dolls” and strapped them to a chair, where they had no shoes on. As “Reggie” was turning on something on a TV, “JB” was to the side of them as they had their leg and feet on a table. Then a drunk “Tommy” was all giddy for what’s to come, as “JB” turns on the TV to show an image of someone they would know.]


“JB”: Y’all know who this is on the screen?


Doll #1: No


Doll #2: Nope… not a clue!


“JB”: Well you better come up with a name or else, “Tommy” is gonna do somethin explicit!


Doll #1: Like wh–


[Before anything could happen, the footage was deleted out of nowhere and we see that Reggie and JB were shocked to see it gone off their laptops. Now, they had to do something in order to risk a “no show” to this event, so later on in the afternoon they ended up rolling to Cow Palace Arena, where it was an empty area due to not having any shows there. Then they decide to look at the building, and to themselves.]


JB: Shit, man we are in a place that most wrestler’s wrestler dream of. I think I had been in this arena as a kid with my grandparents for a Prince concert. 


Reggie: A Prince concert? I bet those tickets costed a lot of money back then!


JB: Nahh, it was cheap since my folks new some of Prince’s bandmates, did I tell you I almost joined a boy band when I was sixteen? 


Reggie: No shit, how did that turn out?


JB: Ehh, it didn’t turn out as i expected, but it was fun doing talent shows though, it got me out there that I never knew about myself. I guess you could say I was once a Micheal Jackson or Babyface type of singer, but it wasn’t meant to be. 


Reggie: Oh man, that sucks, but it is what it is. You could pass off as Barry White’s son honestly. 


JB: Bullshit, my voice ain't that deep enough. 


Reggie: Oh then, well I bet you a choice of a restaurant in this area if you can sing a song. I heard you singing at that yacht party we went to last week, remember that karaoke bar?


[JB then puts his hand on his face a la Cena as if he was too embarrassed to admit that, then JB clears his throat and he ends up bursting out some Issac Hayes, catching some attention from the nearby passing people, and then he looked around at the people who were coming up to them and he stops midway through, but then Reggie probs him to continue which he does. Then once he finished the song, some people cheered him on as they headed back to their rental car to drive to a nearby Red Robins.]


[After some time had passed, and they finished their burgers and unlimited steak fries, they had a waitress clear up the table for them, and they ordered another drink of sprite and diet coke respectively. Then the waitress quickly comes back with their drinks, and she walks off to tend to another customer, then JB and Reggie start to talk to one another about the ambiance.]


JB: Thanks for getting us here,  I haven’t been in this place for so long, I don’t even remember what burgers they got in here. 

Reggie: Is that so? You already picked the Frontega Supreme Burger, and that shit was HUGE man, how can you eat all that in one go?

JB: Well as a fatboy, I don’t play around with my food. Even though many decades ago I was slim and trim, sitting in that cucbial and being a family dude got me off that way. Plus, unlike you, I anit the type to flex my body around here.


[Reggie rolls his eyes at his comment, then they look at the nearby mounted TV to see a mugshot of Tommy on the news over the incident, then they see one of the victims come to the camera and state he was attacked for being transphoic and homophoic for liking Jenny Myst. Then we see footage of all three men trying to escort Tommy out of the jail that afternoon on bail, then once that news was over they looked at one another with slight annoyance over what they heard.]
 
JB: Man, they were on some bullshit here, it was over him calling him a whale, where did all this bullshit come from?


Reggie: I wouldn’t pay it no mind, we live in an age where it’s cool to cancel someone for being not onboard with the code. Hell, that skit we paid for would have gotten us canceled if they hadn’t been wiped out. 


JB: Yeah… maybe it was for the best they wiped it out, but it’s whatever. Let’s get out of here, I’ll get the tip. 


[Then they get the check and Reggie pays for the meal, and JB left a $20 tip in fives and looked back at the waitress looking all giddy as she pocketed the money in secret, and they headed to their rental car. Then they drove to an open lounge near the Paleto Bay Beach, where they parked the car and walked to the sandy floor where the lounge was at, and they got escorted to a table that had two chairs, and they sat there. They shook their heads no from the host to not order anything for right now as they embraced the sunset.]


JB: Fuck man, I can’t believe we are close to going back to that arena, taking on those two broads who migh as well break the glass ceiling. 


Reggie: Well you got that right, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t going to try against them, right?


JB: Well you see, from what I've seen and heard around the block is that they are neck and neck trying to put some hope in this fleeting tag thing, since they are the ones who are likely to be the ones who get far. Maybe, we aren’t in line with them at all… 


Reggie: What’s with all that negative talk? Yes, both of them might have the accomplishments longer than their arms, and both had shared those bonds where it’s obvious from the jump that they are going to be the next best things in the company. But, that negative talk isn’t going to get us over in the short term, what exactly are you afraid of… tell me!


JB: We might be phased out, they might put us out on ice. We aren’t as strong as them two at all, so we might as well just do some fingerpoke of doom shit and have them get over. Then me and you can go back to the hotel and screw our little rich yacht baddies, because this match honestly is just a one and done deal against them. I know we anit gonna win, but godamn it we are going to show them what we are about. 


Reggie: Man, where’s that same fire you had a week ago? Don’t tell me it’s because of what they said and how everyone in the back was praising them for it, it don’t mean shit my friend. You are a THUG, I am a THUG, shit even our friend Tommy is a THUG and we don’t need to take in what others say, even if they think it's a bond. We might not have the desire to kiss ass and do what they tell us, hell take a look at Tommy, he didn’t have to interfere in that match, HE chose to do that and look where he’s at now. So don’t think about getting the likes, the claps, or even people feeling your vibes… they are all a bunch of suckas anyways.


JB: Yeah you right, you know what in honor of us going to beat the crap out of Vita and Dolly this Wednesday, we are going to take a shot for each broken bones they will get, or least a black eye or even down right an ass whoopin that would make the crowd in Cow Palace feel it the next morning, Fuck The Dolls…. Playtime is ova for them bitches!


[Then JB ordered a round of shots for them both, and they kept on taking shots until they couldn’t do it anymore. About two hours later, they checked into a cheap motel near the beach because they weren’t gonna risk driving back to the hotel and from that point, they end up crashing on their separate bed as it fades off.]