Narrator: After a few appearances on the game show circuit, the GWA saw it wise to take The Wicked off, seeing that they weren’t exactly the best ambassadors to the public that the GWA could produce… hell, I think Jakob Grimes would be a better ambassador. But that’s just my opinion. So, today we find Thanatos and John Grim preparing for their upcoming match against Snoops and Jon Lindsey. Well, I guess you could call it preparing…

The camera fades in to Thanatos and John Grim emerging from the roller coaster at the Six Flags amusement park outside Houston.

Thanatos: God dammit, John, did you have to eat eggs for breakfast?

John: Hey man, I’m sorry, I didn’t think I was going to heave that much… that second loop nailed me good.

Thanatos: Well, for futures notice, don’t eat before going on a damn roller coaster…

John: Okay, okay, you don’t have to give me the third degree for it… Hey, are you hungry?

Thanatos: You’re going to eat after loosing all that a minute ago?

John: Yeah… made room for it, didn’t I?

The two head to the nearest concession stand, which is an Alamo-like building with an open front. Thanatos grabs a soda and sits at a table. While he’s waiting for Grim, a small child comes up to him.
Kid: Hey, Mr. Thanatos, can I have your autograph?

Thanatos: Key kid… it’s just Thanatos… and sure, no problem. What’s your name?
Kid: Oh, it’s not for me… it’s for my sister…

Thanatos: Your sister? Sure thing… what’s her name?
Kid: Beth…

Thanatos: Okay, always glad to do something for a fan of mine…
Kid: Thanks mister!

Grim comes walking back, narrowly missing the kid as he dashes to his table. Grim looks at the kid, disgusted, and walks over across from Thanatos. He slaps down his tray, piled high with roast beef sandwiches, hamburgers and fries.

Thanatos: Damn, man, how can you eat all that?

John: I’m a big guy… I got room… stupid kids, running around without supervision.

Thanatos: Aw, c’mon grouchy, he’s a fan… or, at least his sister is.

John: Screw the fans…

Thanatos: Now that’s not a nice attitude… who do you think pays your bills?

John: True… So, ready for our match coming up?

Thanatos: Oh, hell yeah, these two jokers don’t have a shot… come on, we’re possibly the most dominant tag team in the GWA!

John: That isn’t saying much… have you looked at the tag division recently? We got a pair of champions who aren’t worth shit, we have a pair of broads, and everyone else just gets thrown together.

Thanatos: Well, I bet that pair of broads is going to get the championship this Wednesday night…

John: Oh, really? How much you want to put down on that wager?

Thanatos: You know I’m not a betting man… how about a duce?

John: Two dollars?

Thanatos: No, jackass, I mean two grand.

John: You know I can’t cover that, rich bitch… I don’t have that much cash to throw around. How about the loser comes out during the next match dressed in a lime green suit?

Thanatos: Now that, my friend, is an interesting bet… and I’ll take it. My only question is, do they make those big enough for you?

John: I wouldn’t worry about that… I think Rayne and Hayle will take care of the two dames…

Thanatos: Sure, whatever… so, what about our match?

John: Easy match for us… Lindsey got his ass handed to him by that psychopathic broad Natalie last week….

Thanatos: What’s up with that chick? She takes herself too damn seriously. Come to think of it, everyone around this federation does…

John: Yeah, I mean, come on… You got people like Crisis breaking into places and being accomplices to murder, for christ’s sake… what kind of bullshit is that?

Thanatos: I know, that’s a complete load of crap… but he is the champion, and you aren’t.

John: Thanks, I really needed you to tell me that… don’t worry, come the next pay-per-view, one of us will be holding gold around our waist, if not the both of us.

Thanatos: Anyways, that Natalie chick… where does she get off with her “poor me,” whiny, angsty bullshit? Don’t bitch about your problems, we’re not here to listen to them. Come on, we’re wrestlers, not psychologists or rape counselors. That whole bit is so awful, it’s not even funny. It’s outlandish and a stretch, to say the least.

John: Well, if you look at it, many of these guys are boring, to say the least… I mean, you have a few interesting guys… people like Lost Worlds and Minion… and I gotta give credit to Snoops, he keeps things interesting. Oh yeah, Charlie Dream too. That guy does not cease to surprise me… but the rest of them? I see their promos, the little skits they put on, and it’s boring at best. Other times, it just plain sucks.

Thanatos: True… I mean, this is a sports entertainment business. At least try to entertain us, dammit…

John: I think we’re entertaining, don’t you?

Thanatos: I try… you, though, have got to work a little more on your mic skills…. They leave something to be desired.

John: Hey, that was a low blow…

Thanatos: Come on, after that match and the bitches, Sianna Kane and Lilith, I’d think you would be used to low blows.

John: Yeah. Haha. Very funny, jackass. I’m still sore.

Thanatos: Sucks to be you…

John: Well, it’s going to suck even worse to be Snoopy-boy and Lindsey on Wednesday… do you get the feeling that we’re not being taken seriously?

Thanatos: Oh, most definitely… Hey, I’m not going to cry if they don’t take us seriously and we whip their asses around the ring… no skin off my back, it makes us look good, and it gives us an easy win.

John: But come on, I’d like to be taken seriously at least… I guess, as long as they at least show up for the match, that’ll count for some respect… after that debacle against Kane and Lilith, we’re hurting for some…

They eat in silence for a minute, Grim chowing down on the roast beef. He wipes his mouth and looks up at Thanatos.

John: Hey, I saw the Violent Lesbians caught part of your Millionaire showing the other day… They didn’t seem too pleased with some of your comments…

Thanatos: Hey, sometimes the truth can hurt, ya know… what the bloody hell is a drongo anyways? And why the hell am I one?

John: I don’t know, that Caprice broad talks funny, if you know what I’m saying…

Thanatos: Yeah, isn’t she Austrian or something?

John: Austrian, Australian, Albanian… who the hell cares. She just talks funny.

Thanatos: I’m pretty sure she’s Austrian… isn’t she from Vienna or somewhere?

John: Does it really matter? Nah… and she seemed royally pissed when you were talking about her.

Thanatos: Oh well… Let her get pissed, see if I care… Anyways, she says I haven’t done a thing but… what was it she said?

John: “Flap your sodding gums,” I think…

Thanatos: What the hell does sodding mean, anyways? Fucking foreigners, can’t speak the damn American language.

John: American? You mean English?

Thanatos: No, I mean American… you ever heard the Queen’s English?

John: No… you forget, I didn’t exactly grow up like the rich bitch you are, in all the high and mighty upper class society bullshit.

Thanatos: Well, anyways, we don’t speak English in this country, we speak American…. Trust me, I don’t think you’d ever hear an Englishman say “Yo, wassup my man, how’s it hanging, what the dilly yo?”

John: Okay OG…

Thanatos: OG?

John: I’m sorry, is my lower class lingo too hard for you to comprehend?

Thanatos: Okay, okay, point proven… But we still don’t know what “sodding” or “drongo” means.

John: Who cares?

Thanatos: Good point. Anyways, she says I haven’t done a bloody thing…

John: What’s the difference between a “bloody thing” and just “a thing.”

Thanatos: Well, I don’t… will you quit asking those questions? They’re driving me nuts!

John: So solly, sailor…

Thanatos: Thank you… anywho, she says I haven’t done a bloody thing… hell, I’ve got a decent record around here. I show up when I’m supposed to, I put on a good show. I do everything I need to do, I do it well, and I do it right. So I don’t always win… Winning is not everything in this business…

John: It isn’t?

Thanatos: Okay, winning is almost everything… but you have to know your place in this business. You can’t win every week. You can’t win every single match. It looks bad when you do, it makes all the other guys look like shit, and it ain’t right. Anyways, there are some times when a loss is actually better than a win… it’s hard to understand, but in actuality… hey, are you paying any attention?

Grim is staring off into space, a half eaten French fry hanging out the side of his mouth.

John: Um, yeah, sure, you were talking about you having a decent record around here?

Thanatos: God, you have the shortest attention span I know of in a grown human being… Well, I hope you have a longer span on Wednesday and don’t knock yourself out or something…

John: Yeah well… until Wednesday…

The pair look at the camera.

John: We’re the Wicked…

Thanatos: AND YOU”RE NOT!

The camera fades out, but you can hear Thanatos’ voice trailing off.

Thanatos: Hey, hurry up and eat, I want to go on the bumper cars…

Narrator: Thus, we leave or heroes until after this Wednesday’s Insurrection… what does it hold in store for them? Will they leave Insurrection winners or losers? Will they rise in the tag team standings or will they plummet down further? Will John Grim have to go hunting for an extra-extra-extra-extra-extra large lime green suit? All these questions will have to wait until Wednesday for an answer… until then… na-na na-naa-naaaaaaa!