Needless to say, Storm isn't at all happy about how his match at Boiling Point turned out. He and Roode thought they had it won, yet fate decided to have a good laugh and screw them over. Well fate can do like everyone else and kiss Storm's ass. This week, he and Roode are against the Alliance.. and no matter how it ends, one thing's for sure - someone's gettin' their ass kicked.

SCENE 01: SCHLITTZ & GIGGLES

As the scene for this week opens, we're in Storm's truck yet again, driving down 3rd Street in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. He's in the passenger's seat while Miss Jackie drives, his head resting on the top of the seat and his eyes closed. He's obviously run out of beer as he doesn't seem to have one in his hand. This means the duo is in dire straits since we don't know how long he's been without one. Any longer than thirty minutes is a disaster to Storm, and we obviously need Red Cross for Alcoholics at this point. Miss Jackie looks over at Storm as he lets out a long, mournful moan. She simply sighs, having heard this for the millionth time before now.

"Storm, get over it. You're not gonna die without a beer. You only ran out three hours ago."

He lifts his head up off of the seat, holding his hat onto his head with his hand as he glares at her.

"Three hours.. divide that into thirty minutes a peice.. that's six thirty minute parts. Six, Jackie. I missed out on six damn beers by now!"

"So what? It ain't gonna kill you. You needed to cut back anyhow."

"I can't believe you just said that. I thought you were with me on this." He turns and looks out the windshield, crossing his arms over his chest like a small child. "I thought you liked beer, too. Damn.. just when you think you know a person..."

He starts to continue his rant when something stops him, catching his attention. He grabs Jackie's shoulder and sits forward in alarm, yelling like a crazed person.

"STOP! STOP, JACKIE! STOP THE DAMNED TRUCK!"

Thinking something's wrong, she hits the brakes, making the truck slam to a stop and nearly into the car in front of them. Looking at him, she's obviously confused.

"What, Storm? Why do you wanna stop? I nearly crashed the truck with you yellin like that! Give a person some warning next time, damn."

"THERE! RIGHT THERE! GO THERE!"

He wags his finger, pointing at a business in front of them that's across the intersection. The first thing one would notice is the giant pizza logo on the outside, but no.. Storm's noticed something else.

"BEER! THEY HAVE BEER! GO OVER THERE, JACKIE! Damn, do I have to tell you everything??"

Sighing and shaking her head, she brings the truck to a safe stop along the sidewalk in front of the business as Storm, eager to get his first beer in a long three hours, scrambles out of the truck and runs into the place, not bothering to close his door. Rushing up to the counter, he nearly rips the pocket off of his jeans getting his wallet out. The guy behind the counter is shocked at this display, but manages to ask Storm a question anyway.

"Good evening, sir... can I help you?"

"BEER! I need beer! Right now! Gimmie one! No, wait... gimmie six! SIX BEERS!"

Still a bit stunned, the guy reaches in the cooler behind him and grabs the six beers Storm asked for before setting them on the counter. Grabbing one of them, Storm pries off the metal cap and slugs it down without even attempting to breathe, as if he's in a drinking battle. When the bottle is drained, he slams it down on the counter and lets out a satisfied sigh before grabbing the next one and doing the same thing. As all of this is going on, Jackie walks in and sits down in the chair beside Storm. The guy looks at Jackie, raising an eyebrow at Storm's behavior, and she simply waves it off, as if it's an everyday occurence. Since it would seem that nobody's gonna get through to Storm at the moment, he speaks to her.

"You know, you're gonna need to pay for those."

She nods, sighing.

"I know.. Storm, give the man the money for the beers before you die of suffocation."

Storm, not even bothering to look at her, just tosses the wallet at her and she opens it, giving the man the money he's owed. As Storm downs his fourth beer in the last ten minutes, she decides to see exactly where she's at and how far they are away from the arena.

"Where exactly are we? Like what's the name of this place?"

"Oh, you're at Schlittz and Giggles... we're a pizza parlor, but we serve a lot more than pizza... as your friend here has obviously discovered."

She only lets out a little laugh, but Storm, having heard the name, erupts in a fit of laughter as he sets down the beer bottle he was drinking from.

"Schlittz and Giggles??" He continues laughing. "Damn, man. Who came up with that? That's gotta be the funniest damn name for a place I can remember."

"The owners did, I think. Jack Warner and Brandon Landry. They're not here right now, though. It's thier day off. It's probably why our slogan is 'silly name, serious pizza'."

"Damn.. that's some funny ass shit right there." He shakes his head and picks up another beer, taking the cap off of that one as well before muttering, "Funny ass shit" and downing that beer as well. Miss Jackie continues her inquizition, though.

"How far are we away from a place called the River Center?"

"The River Center? Oh, not very far. Just go to the end of this street, turn left, and drive a third of a mile. You can't miss it."

"Cool.. thank you." She puts her hand on Storm's not-so-flat stomach and attempts to turn him towards the door. "Come on, Storm, we gotta go. We have a show to get to."

Having had his much needed beer, he complies, but something catches his attention out of the corner of his eye. Turning towards the huge flatscreen television in the room, he sees something he didn't think he'd ever see - Robert Roode dressed in overalls and sitting on a cow. Just the mere sight of this cracks him up and he yells to the guy behind the counter.

"Hey, man, turn this up. I gotta see this. Jackie, come see this!"

As Storm continues laughing, Roode's promo ends and leaves the screen, replaced by a commercial break.

"Damn, I never thought I'd see that! I gotta ask for a copy of that so I can replay it. Robert Roode, the dude with all that damned money, sittin on a cow and wearin dirty old overalls! I'm savin that image for later... I might need it. Never know when you'll need leverage against your own partner."

The guy behind the counter finally adds it all up. The beer, the woman, the talk about Robert Roode, the River Center.. everything.

"You.. you're James Storm, aren't you?"

Storm turns to the guy.

"Yeah, why? You owe me money or somethin? Pfft.. after what I paid for these beers, you owe me somethin.. damn things are pricey over here."

"No, you're in that show comin up.. the WIW Fusion show, right?"

"Yeah, what of it? Don't tell me you're goin."

"Yeah, man, I am.. I asked for that night off so I could. You know, that ending to your match at Boiling Point was a buncha bull."

"Damn straight it was! I can't believe we lost to that pasta stuffer and the idiot named after an Easter egg dye company."

"You shoulda won that easier than anything, but I guess the higher-ups have other plans for you."

"Yeah, like screwin us over again. Can you believe we have to face Austin and Angle this week? I mean one dude drinks about as much as I do, and the other one don't drink at all. Can you believe that? He don't drink at ALL. He drinks MILK. Who the hell drinks MILK?? That's some nasty ass shit right there, milk. It comes from a cow's tits and they expect me to drink it?? Uh-uh.. no way.. I ain't drinkin nothin that comes from a cow's tits unless they come up with a cow that can squirt out beer. Now that'd be my kinda cow right there."

He laughs at his own joke and takes a swig of the beer in his hand.

"Anyhow, I guess I better go before Jackie starts yellin at me again. Damn that woman can be mean. Hey, that reminds me. You guys sell cases of beer? I'm gonna need some for later, if ya know what I mean. Don't wanna go through another three hour dry spell."

"Yeah, sure. Let me get you a few."

The guy turns to the cooler again and pulls out two or three twelve packs of beer. They're cans, but hey, when you're Storm, any beer'll do as long as it isn't fancy. Storm pulls out a few bills and lays them on the counter to pay for the beer before grabbing them.

"Thanks, man. I 'preciate it. Keep the change."

Lugging the cases out of the building, he sets them over in the coolers in the back of his truck before getting into the truck. As he shuts the door, the scene fades out and then to a commercial break. Will Storm and Roode be victorious this week, or will the fates screw them over again? Only time will tell... this week on WIW Fusion.