*The camera pans on the front of a bar in the middle of the day, there are many motorcycles parked outside and around the building, despite the hour as the camera zooms in on the front door, it opens and out walk Black Blooded, wearing the JBW Tag Team titles, with Vivica behind them, wearing her IWA Vanity championship.*
Mr. Blood: Another day, another dollar, another team not good enough to face Black Blooded and survive. Hell I think this marks about the first time ever that anyone has been rescued from the fucking Krauts. But then boys, nobody expected you to actually win, but we are damned impressed that anyone found the stones to walk out and answer our challenge.
Mr. Black: A Hopeless cause.
Mr. Blood: As for the rest of you walking nameless pieces of shit? We hope to God that you were fucking paying attention, because that is going to happen to every single one of you so called "teams" that think they have a choice at taking these belts, our belts, away from us. We are the Dominant Predators of this industry, and we will cripple as many of you fucking no-talent morons as we have to in order to send that point home. We plan on being the Only Tag Team Champions around until the day we leave this pathetic shit-hole of a company, and there is nobody, absolutely fucking nobody, that can stop us! We will rule this company or watch as it falls to ashes all around us.
Vivica: That's Right! Nobody can beat my Big Daddy and Unca Blood!
Mr. Black: Nothing Personal
Mr. Blood: Just Business...
*A troop of bikers walk out of the bar, getting on their bikes and riding off until there are only 2 left in the lot, the ones belonging to Black Blooded. Smoke starts to come out of the open doorway of the bar as Vivica leads the men back to their bikes. They get on, Vivica settling behind Mr. Black after affectionately kissing the side of his black leather mask. As they ride off the first flames can start to be seen licking out, a shattering sound is heard as the windows break from the heat inside the building, as the fire very quickly builds into an inferno. The camera darkens, the last image being that of the burning bar, in the middle of the desert.*