(CUTTO: Felix Red, dreads disheveled, black "Star F@#$ing Hipsters" T-shirt, black dickies, black and pink creepers, sitting on a tire swing somewhere in nowhere...)
FELIX: The First and myself have agreed to not put our belts on the line again, until we're presented with legitimate challengers, and I believe we all just learned the hard way that you can't just slap two arbitrary singles wrestlers together, send them after us, and expect anything besides a lot of arduous, mundane bickering following by a decisive Forsaken victory.
Also, we're kind of bitter the king of tag teams tourny, or whatever it was called, was nothing but an elaborate scheme to take our titles away. It failed miserably, and a lot of people who aren't me or the First look pretty stupid, but that's moot...
But I've got my own reasons for wanting to make Jared Wells wish he had remained vanished. Meanwhile the prospect of slapping Cameron Cruise around for the bah-gillionth times bores me to pieces...
But, hey, I'm a professional. A f(bleep)king company man. So let's work out a deal. We could do...Jared Wells versus (Gob Bluth style grin) Me in a hardcore match, and First versus Cruise...or make the tag team match a non-title, texas tornado match. Unless First has other plans for the evening. Regardless, oooh, I'm a clever one I am! If any non-combatant members of the Anthology, which is an way stupider name for a team than "Forsaken" by the way, yeah, if they interfere in either scenario, they get five minutes in Heaven with the all new, all different, even grosser Gothopotamus.
And since when could I go around here telling people what's what?
When I felt like it.
(FTB)