The scene opens to reveal the Technicians staring straight into the camera. The camera is on close-up of their faces, ugly as they may be, but we need visual stimulation here people. Despite being ugly bastards, I believe this next move will create the visual stimulation needed. The camera zooms out. Holy shitballs! It worked! Well, if you have an imagination like I do (Authors Note: and let's hope that none of you do... ever!) it worked. Anyway, with the camera now zoomed out, we find that the Technicians are in their locker room. Sitting side-by-side on the bench, staring into the camera as I mentioned before. The audio tunes in...

M: "Sucked ass cock?"

E: "Not the men we used to be?"

M: "Fail so grandly and in such a spectacular fashion?"

E: "Embarrasing the two of you right in the middle of the ring?" Just who do you guys think you are? The Messiah's of professional wrestling or something? There's only one Messiah of professional wrestling, and it sure as hell isn't either one of you! Bite my ass!

M: Exactly! Have either of you ever been in a pane glass Lions Den? Have either of you ever fallen 25 feet off a scaffold to an unforgiving concrete floor below? When was the last time the two of you faced 5 tag teams in a row and came out on top? What's that you say? Oh my God... you've never done any of that? Holy shit! But how can this be? You two are in the prime of your careers! You're the best! Nobody can stop you two! Lick my left nut, and the right one while you're at it.

E: The most pathetic thing about the two of you is that you trying to hide that jealousy of us. You're trying to hide the jealousy you feel towards us for having accomplished more in the almost 3 years we've been wrestlers than you'll ever dream of accomplishing your entire lives!

M: And yet, I seem to remember something about you calling our past matches jokes. That they sucked. That we're not the men we used to be. Hmm... now I'm not Sherlock Holmes, but that sounds like the first symptoms of denial of envy of us!

E: Sounds right to me. But you have missed something, Craig. You've missed something of utmost importance. It's one small detail you've overlooked.

M: Yeah, HAM!

E: NO NOT HAM YOU FAT F*CK!

M: Dammit.

E: We came to the BLPW because of one man... that man being JC Michaels.

M: Oh yeah.

E: It was back in September of 2002. After ACW closed, my brother and I went back to the independent scene for a while to work off the pressure that the public eye had caused. The small fed we were employed with at that time just happened to be putting on a show that night, and as chance would have it, the BLPW just happened to be coming through Philly for a show. Our show was scheduled to start as soon as BLPW Epic went off the air. JC Michaels decided to stick around for a bit and watch it. We hit that ring, kicked some ass, and walked back out, and no sooner did we get backstage than JC Michaels himself was standing there looking straight at us. "Got a minute?" he said to us. "Of course we do," I replied. He proceeded to tell us that the Tag division of the BLPW was on a bit of a downslide as of late and was in need of a fresh team. Right then he offered us contracts with the BLPW.

M: We graciously accepted the offer, and one week later, we were in the BLPW arena making our debut's.

E: The entire wrestling world, pro or independent, knows who JC Michaels is. And it's known that he only personally recruits the best of the best. Well guess what... he personally recruited us.

M: That's right. So you can take your cocky little phrases like "sucked ass cock" and cram 'em up your ass. Because truthfully, we're about ready to do it for ya.

E: See you in the ring.

The scene fades to black.

-Off camera

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E: HAM?!?!

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E: I can't believe you said that! Honestly, what the hell gave you the idea that ham had anything to do with what we were talking about?!

M: I...

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E: Shut up! I don't want to hear it. Now we've only got a few hours before Epic goes on air, so let's clear our heads and get out there and take care of those nitwits!

M: No problemo.

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E: Who are you, Arnold Schwarznegger now?!

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