Well Beer Money won last week, and one would think that that would make up for the 'bullshit loss' at Boiling Point, but who knows? Word is that Storm still isn't happy, and why that is, nobody knows. All I know is that Edge and Daniels are in for a big stack of trouble since they're facing a pissed off Cowboy, and I don't think anything short of an "All You Can Drink" Beer Fest is gonna save them.

SCENE 01: WHAT WE DESERVE

Anyhow, here we are.. wherever this is, and we find James slowly walking through the halls in the backstage area, looking like he's lost his best friend... or either he's out of beer. Whatever the reason, he doesn't look too happy at all as he sits down hard on one of the many equipment trunks that are stored in the hall by the sound crew and whomever else has access to them. Leaning his head against the wall, he closes his eyes, obviously not wanting any company right now. Apparently JB doesn't take the hint and comes up on James, seemingly unnoticed, before talking to him in what he thinks is a calm voice.

"James? James Storm? It's, uh, it's JB, and I just..."

He then notices James' obvious lack of communicating skills at the moment and gets concerned.

"Storm, are you alright? Something wrong?"

He then laughs a bit and shakes his head, having figured out the issue.. or so he thinks.

"Did you run out of beer again? You know, there's a twenty-four hour grocery store just down the road.. I could --"

He's immediately cut off by the growling response of Storm, who's opened his eyes and looked directly at JB with an expression that could put someone in a morgue.

"No, I haven't run out of my damn beer, JB. Stop being stupid. I got plenty of beer.." -muttering- "I always got beer, if I ain't got nothin else."

"Then.. what is it? What's made you this.. moody?"

Storm acts like he doesn't wanna say anything, looking away from JB with a deep frown. Sighing heavily, he looks back at JB, like he's decided to say something after all.

"I'm not moody, you idiot. I'M FUCKIN PISSED!"

Jumping back a step or two like he's on a pogo stick, JB looks at Storm with widened eyes. He then manages to stammer out another question.

"P-pissed? Why? You shouldn't be... Beer Money won last week. Most people would be, well, happy."

"Oh, wow.. we won last week.. maybe I should throw a damn party right here." -He gets up from his seat on the trunk and leans over, getting in JB's face.- "I don't give a damn, JB! I could care less about last fuckin week! This isn't last week! This is this week! Do you know what happens this week?"

"Um, well, Fusion's tomorrow, and Beer Money's against Edge and Daniels.. as far as anything else, I --"

-He throws his hands up towards the ceiling and laughs.- "MY LORD, THE BOY HAS A BRAIN!" -He looks back down at JB with a crazed smile on his face.- "Yes, JB, that's exactly what happens this week. Me and Roode, better known as Beer Money, have a match against that lunatic Daniels and his little ego-driven friend Edge... but ya know somethin? That's not why I'm pissed. Do you know why I'm pissed, JB? Well do ya?!"

"N-no, Storm.. I-I don't think I do."

-He hangs his head, muttering.-"And the boy loses what little brain he had just like that." -He brings his head up quickly, the brim of his hat nearly hitting JB in the face.- "CAUSE WE'RE NOT GETTIN WHAT WE DESERVE, YOU MORON! Me and Roode... we deserve the damn tag team titles and you know it! We've worked hard since we got here... me with a five and two record, Roode with a four and two record... I've beaten everybody that was put in front of me!" -He looks away and mutters again.- "Well, cept for Booker T, Santino, the Easter egg dye company, and one of them damn Hardy boys.. I never can remember which one is which.." -He looks back at JB.- "Point is, we've won most of our damn matches, and we deserve to have somethin to show for it other than a nice lookin record. We need gold.. we deserve gold.. I mean, we got gold labels on the beer bottles, but that ain't what I'm talkin about."

"Tag team gold.."

"Don't interrupt me while I'm talkin, JB.. that's just rude.. but yeah, tag team gold. That's what I'm talkin about.. that's what Beer Money needs, and that's what Beer Money's gonna get, no matter who we gotta go through. Shaney boy can put anybody he can think of against us and we'd just take em down like that!" -He snaps his fingers for effect.- "Edge and Daniels ain't got shit on us! Yeah, one's a former champion and the other's a current champion, but who the hell cares? It don't look like too many belts get that much respect as it is, no matter who's holding em, so why should I care that Daniels is the.. whut.. the Little Boys' Division Champion?"

"Actually, he's the X-Division Champion.. same belt that was in TNA, actually."

"Man, you're no fun. I said Little Boys' Division cause he's Catholic! Ya get it? Catholics like to screw little boys." -JB stares at him with a blank look on his face.- "Bah, forget it... you wouldn't understand it if a five year old explained it. It's why I never go to church.. damned preachers lookin to fuck somebody outta somethin.. ya money, ya faith.. ya virginity.."

He lets out a sound that seems like a half laugh, half snort of disgust before taking a sip out of the beer bottle he was holding down at his side that was largely unnoticed til now.

"Daniels wasn't nothin in TNA, and he still ain't nothin, JB. I never was scared of that guy. Whut, cause he paints half his face to look like some road map and wears black shit that looks like it came outta the closet of some eighties rocker we're s'posed to be scared of him? That's bullshit, JB.. just like my match at Boiling Point. The only thing he could do that would even remotely scare me is ask me to go into one of those damn confessional booths at his church, and we all know whut happens in those things. Let me tell ya... it ain't confessin', I know that!"

He laughs again and drinks from his beer before continuing without a reply from a stunned JB.

"And Edge... that vampire lookin pretty boy... when he had the chance to keep his gold, who the hell's he lose it to? KONNAN! Konnan, the little Mexican rat on Bugs Bunny!"

"I think his name was Speedy Gonzales, Storm."

"Oh, now you tryin to be a smartass and tell me who the hell I'm talkin about? Pfft.. I think I know my cartoons, JB..." -He sighs and shakes his head before continuing.- "Anyhow, now instead of some vampire, we got a little rat with a hat on holdin one of the best titles we got. Where the hell has the wrestlin world gone to, JB? It's gone to crap, that's where. Ya know what we need? We need two people who embrace America's values... two people who know what bein a champion is all about... somebody like... Beer Money."

"I don't think I even want to know at this point, but.... why do you think that, Storm?"

"It's easy, JB.. what do Americans value? Beer and money, right? Beer and money... beer.." -He holds up his beer and points at it.- "..and money. Well.. Roode has the money part, but you get the point. We got both those things. We got beer, and we got money. Why else would we be called Beer Money? It's kinda stupid to call yourself Beer Money if you ain't got no beer or no money.." -He stops for a second, thinking about that.- "No beer..." -He shudders visibly.- "Ooh.. no beer.. don't wanna think about that again.. that was scary. Anyhow, another reason me and Roode deserve the titles is cause we already know what bein champions is all about. We was champions back in TNA and all... maybe not together, cept for those few seconds we had the tag titles, but we did have titles, and that's what counts."

"So you think that Beer Money deserves to win the titles just because of those two things?"

"Pfft.. yeah. Why not? That's all anybody else has, right? We work good together, we was champions somewhere else so that means we're good enough to hold em at least, and we got what every hard workin American person wants. What else do we need?"

"Well... I have something to tell you, Storm."

"Whuzzat? You got a present for me or somethin?"

"Um, no... no present... I have something to tell you."

"Well tell me what the hell ya gonna tell me or get lost... damn... don't just stand there like an idiot and keep sayin you got somethin to tell me." -He goes to take a sip from his beer but stops just before the bottle reaches his lips.- "Wait... that's what you do anyway. Nevermind.." -He laughs at his own joke before sipping from his beer.- "So whatcha got, JB? Some hot girl's phone number I ain't got?" -He shakes his head.- "Naw, the only girls you got numbers from is the blowup dolls in your suitcase... they got those little model numbers on the back and all."

"Storm... the match you have against Edge and Daniels..."

"Yeah? Whut about it?"

"It's a number one contender's match.. for the tag team titles."

"Whut? You kiddin me, JB? Aw hell! This is awesome! I gotta go tell Jackie!"

He pats JB on the shoulder before rushing off in the direction of his locker room as the scene fades to black. Will Beer Money indeed get what Storm thinks they deserve? Only time will tell.. this week on Fusion.