The WAR Tag Team Champions hang out in the lounge of the mens locker room near the athletic administration office with Bongman on a sofa hovering over his bong with his belt strapped around his waist. Big Farm A in a chair next to him and Boozer on the sofa drinking a forty ounce. The three just sit in there chilling. Big Farm A with his belt on the arm of the chair as he appears to be tripping out.
And outside the locker room door is X Phoenix in his long trenchcoat covering his body and the red and black facepaint hiding his face. A ballbat in his left hand hanging down towards the floor and Phoenix emotionless.
X PhoeniX
I will screw you every chance I get ANA. Your run in SEF pales in comparison to mine. I have had less opportunities than you because I am better and that is why I have risen to the top more than you ever have. You're a beast man, you are going to smash me in that cage, or at least try. I am better than you ANA, and you will soon come to realize that. I don't need to screw you, but that is where I am far better than you. My plans are better than yours ANA, I don't have to rely on just striking you down, I can beat you before we step in the ring. You can want my title all you want, but you can never have what I have. You are still very much the boss ANA, you are born from management, and that stigma will follow, it will haunt you forever. Everything you ever do on your own will be questioned. There is no question that everything I have is my own doing, every win and loss, every success and failure, everything I do is my own creation. And that is why I will walk out the WAR TV Champion, because this title needs me more than it needs you. I need to be representing SEF, to represent WAR as the mens TV Champion.
X Phoenix turning, waving his trenchcoat into view and disappearing through a door as we go back in the locker room to see the Carp River Posse just chilling with their vices, ready for WAR.