*As the Video ends, Mr. Black and Mr. Blood are seen sitting at what looks like an old dive bar, behind a large, worn table. The table has an assortment of alcohol bottles containing various amounts of liquid, as well as a large stack of cash, and several small, tightly wrapped packages. Behind Black and Blood stand the 8 other members of Black Blooded, wearing their red-skull helmets. On the wall behind them is a large black cloth with the letters B. B. spray-painted in blood-red paint. The Image goes out of focus for a few moments as it is apparent that whoever is controlling it is twirling it around. Suddenly, Vivica's face comes into view, taking the entire screen as she pulls out a black marker and in the corner of the camera lens writes B.B. Before pointing the camera back at the men*
Mr. Blood: Do we have your attention? Good... Recently a whole lot of shit has gone down, and it is time for us to lay it all out, so we can get shit handled.
First, the next, whiny, pansyass, mealy-mouthed little bastard with a camera that we find in our dressing room, or bothering us after a match, I swear to Fuck We will gut like a carp and use that useless little fuckwit's skin to carry our gear. Your duties have been taken over by Our gal friday here, and Black's Princess. Vivica. She is smart enough to keep her damn mouth shut and not ask stupid fucking questions. So, from now on, you want an interview? you talk to our personal PR Rep with the pigtails.
Mr. Black: And you had better be damned respectful about it.
*From behind the camera Vivica giggles*
Mr. Blood: Secondly, we got ourselves a few new faces around here now, don't we. Van fucking Holligan, and the mexican with the overly complicated name, Carlos. You know, we used to know this little fucker named Carlos, used to work on our bikes... He was a Mexi-Can, not a Mexi-Can't, and you Carlos, you showed yourself to be a Mexi-Can in HWA now didn't ya, good on ya boy. We're gonna put this real plain, in HWA y'all stayed out of our way, and we stayed out of yours, so why don't we go ahead and keep it that way... On the other hand if you got some business to do... *Looking almost lovingly at the pile of cash on his desk*
Well, that would work out just fine.
Mr. Black: Always looking forward to getting more green.
Mr. Blood: Damn right, makes a man feel like livin is worth something. That brings me to my next item here, and on a personal note. Athena, you get tired of hangin with those boys, you go ahead and hop that sexy ass up on the back of my bike, we can ride around town, grab a steak, get in a fight, see what happens you know? Been a long time since I seen a woman that can dish out a beatin like you darlin, and I gotta say, I am damned impressed. Damned impressed.
*Mr. Blood seems to be distracted, as Mr. Black nudges him with one arm*
Mr. Blood: right, well with all the new faces around we just wanted to formally introduce our boys here, the parts of the machine that is Black Blooded, the Gears.
*The helmeted men behind Mr. Black and Mr. Blood snap to attention, each putting a fist over his heart*
Mr. Blood: Y'all ain't really seen shit from these men yet, but that is soon to change. See we underestimated the sideshow that's callin it'self damaged goods. We figured, worse case we offer those tards some milkshakes, hell everyone knows how much a tard loves a milkshake. We didn't account for luck, and let's face it shithead, the only reason your little boys walked out of that cage with our titles is because of luck.
Next time we meet, and you can be damned sure there is a next time, we are going to break each one of your drooling morons in fucking half, and then we are going to get our hands on you, so sideshow, showcasing, creepy uncle fester wannabe motherfucker, and that is when the real fun begins. See once we dispose of you your whole carny freakshow goes poof
Mr. Black: Never to be heard from again
Mr. Blood: IWA, this is your notice. Black Blooded are taking the gloves off. Get in our way, and we will fucking steamroll you. This is our time, and our company. You have only what we allow you.
Mr. Black: Nothing Personal
Mr. Blood: Just Business.
*The video drops to black*