*Bobby Roode and James Storm are both in the backstage area. They are seen having a conversation, but the cameraman doesn't seem to mind and begins to over hear their chatter.*
Bobby: Man, what went wrong. We had this match in the bag. We are about to get the winning money from that match.
Storm: Hey, don't forget I get my cut for my beer man.
Bobby: We lost.
Storm: Oh yeah. We have to think outside the box here man. We need to find a way to get those tag titles. Come on lets put our noggins together.
*Both James and Bobby begin to ponder around awhile. They seem to both getting a bit frustrating. Just then James grabs a beer and gets an immediate idea.*
James: I got it man.
Bobby: Well, spit it out man.
James: I'm not spitting out my beer.
Bobby: Not that. The freaking idea, brotha.
James: Oh yeah. Well, it came to me easily. What are some things the supposed Tag Team Champions have been doing for a lot.
Bobby: Well, Dolph cheers a lot for his boyfriend, since he is an ex-cheerleader. While, Swagger says American a lot. Is that it?
James: Nope. The answer is Dolph moves his hips a lot. So, one of us has to do it. That way we can get over.
Bobby: Da fuq? How is moving your hips going to get us over. *Bobby then imitates Dolph's signature hip movement.* See? I'm not over at all.
James: But it was funny.
Bobby: True. What about Swagger?
James: Well Swagger has his lisps, so management probably feels bad for the poor lad that they gave him the titles. Maybe if we pretend we have some sort of lisps or something similar we might get a title shot.
Bobby: I rather do the hip thing than sound really stupid. Can anyone even understand what that dweeb is saying.
James: No, but he does have something we want badly. The Tag Titles, so him and Ziggler have to have something up their sleeves.
Bobby: I got it. Why didn't I realize it before? It's so obvious. All American Perfection have management wrapped around their dirty fingers. I mean I'm the Professional IT Factor of Professional Wrestling.
James: And I'm The (Tennessee) Cowboy. Come one, you combine us together we are the best tag team that has ever existed.
Bobby: Don't forget we are both former TNA World Champions. That speaks for itself.
James: So, I think we have to kiss management's ass. I mean it worked for Cena.
Bobby: No man. We can do better than.
James: How about this one. We kick everyone's ass. Anyone who steps on our goal to being the rightful champions.
Bobby: Don't forget the face of this tag division. A tag team the crowd can actually get behind and support.
James: It's a done deal. No one will stop us from this day on.
Bobby: And we'll be the real deal. Not some fools like Prime Time Player. Do Darren Young and Titus O'Neil even talk at all?
James: Don't forget we'll show our dominance against some guys who are real competitors; The World Greatest Tag Team. How ever just like Motor City Machine Guns, they will be nothing like us.
Bobby: And we will beat the shit out of those hooligans called Kings of Wrestling.
James: They don't even have crowns, so they aren't royalty like Jerry "The King" Lawler.
Bobby: Speaking of Lawler. I heard he wanted to party with us. How about we go find him?
James: Let's go man.
*Both men start walking looking for The King. However, James goes back to where Beer Money was. He had forgotten his case of beer. He grabs the beer and hugs. He begins to kiss it a bit. Storm can be heard saying "I love you baby. If I could marry you I would." Just as he finishes that sentence he sees the cameraman with the camera on. He then runs over to the cameraman, but at the same time the cameraman starts running for his life. James starts to hear Bobby yelling for him, so Storm decides to head back to his tag partner.*