We don't need no damn forward.. we're the tag team champions! Just get to the good stuff..

SCENE 01: THERE AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE A BEER MONEY PARTY...

As the scene opens for this week, we're inside an oversized locker room, where it would seem that Beer Money - with a few dozen friends- is celebrating thier win at World War... even after a week has passed since then. With flashes of gold every now and again catching the attention of those watching this, the sound of hooting and hollering reaches thier ears as beer and champagne flow like twin rivers, probably to the disgust of those Beer Money defeated to win the gold - the Second City Saints.

James Storm is one of the few that can be spotted in the crowd since he's still wearing his cowboy hat, along with Miss Jackie, who's obviously the shortest female wearing a cowboy hat. James is wearing - thankfully - a white t-shirt and jeans while Jackie is wearing a dark blue button up shirt and jeans. Robert Roode, however, isn't as dressed down as his cohorts. He's wearing a white formal button up shirt with pants that seem like they belong to one of his many expensive black suits. While James and Jackie have the beer handled, Roode apparently doesn't have such cheap tastes and has opted for champagne instead.

"Owooooo!"

The howl of excitement is let out by James, who thrusts his half of the tag team titles up above his head in celebration.

"Yeah!"

"Beer Money, baby! FINALLY... the WIW Tag Team Champions!"

"Yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about!"

The crowd in front of the camera parts like the Red Sea to allow them to film Beer Money and Miss Jackie, who look like they've been swimming in the alcohol instead of drinking it, and knowing Storm, that's exactly what he's been doing.

"We damn well deserved these and at World War, we proved that.. even to the Second City Saints!"

"Hey, I guess that'll teach them to avoid telling us that we can't do anything, right?"

"Oh, you damn right!"

The champagne and beer bottles held in the hands of the respective drinkers come together in a toast to one another before being tilted to pour thier contents in a clear glass flute - or in Storm's case, down his throat. Soon enough, the ever popular chant of SPEECH begins rising from the crowd that's gathered in the room. Laughing, Storm nods and stands up on one of the benches to make himself seen above the top of the crowd.

"Alright, alright, alright! Here's your damn speech... though I don't know why we gotta have one when THESE --" He holds his half of the titles up. "--speak for themselves!" The crowd cheers. "Now some... some would say that beer is poison... that beer ain't good for ya... that beer is nasty.... but not me. Not me. I say... beer is good for ya!" Cheering. "Beer does a body good!" More cheering. "Some... some would even say... that like with poor CM Punk... beer can go straight to your head!" Laughing and cheering. "Most called that cheating... they called it wrong... I call it doin' what you have to to get what you want!" Cheering. "Hell, they didn't deserve these damn things anyway. Who the hell wants a couple of goodie-two-shoes people holding these when you can have Beer Money doing the exact same thing.. only BETTER?!" More cheering. "If they want these back, they better damn well wait their turn cause we're gonna have em til one of us dies, we lose em or we leave this company... and I don't see any of those comin true anytime soon!" Some cheering and Robert Roode agreeing. "Second City Saints... Motor City Machine Guns... hell, even the so-called Dream Team... get in line and get a beer... cause you got a loooong wait ahead of you!" He holds up his beer and his belt. "TO BEER MONEY!"

"BEER MONEY!"

Storm gets down off the bench, and almost as if by magic, JB is there by him with a mic in his hand. Rolling his eyes, Storm looks at Roode.

"Who let this idget in?" He looks to the crowd. "Somebody get security.." He then looks at JB. "Damn JB... didn't bother dressin up, did ya? Didn't you get the memo? Only the cool, good lookin people are allowed in here... and you don't count under either one."

Just like the idiot he is, JB's face changes to one of disappointment before he brings the mic down to his side.

"Oh, okay... I got it... I'll go, then."

As JB turns to leave, Storm makes a face that shows signs of him giving in.

"Fine... fine, JB... stay and ask your damn questions. Just don't get in the way, alright?"

"Alright.. thanks, Storm. First of all, even though it was a week ago now, congratuations to Beer Money on winning the titles."

"Thank you, JB... I think we did good, too. After all, it don't take that much to beat two people who don't drink and look like they gayer than a damn two dollar bill... but thank you anyway."

"Um.. yeah.. no problem. It was quite a win, really. You comin in with the beer bottle and all, hitting CM Punk over the head and pinning him before Cabana could get back in. That was some quick thinking."

"You damn right that was some quick thinking. It's what Beer Money's known for... other than the beer and money, of course. I'm glad I brought a drink to the ring with me. I mean, I thought I'd get thirsty and all during the match, but it seemed like CM Punk needed it worse than I did."

"Yeah.. yeah, he did. Now Roode, you did an interview with Lena Yada earlier in the day, so Storm, this interview is all yours. Now that you've won the tag team titles though, what's next for you? Or maybe what's next for Beer Money?"

"To win our next match, you moron... and drink more beer."

"Of course. Now I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but your next match is tomorrow night."

" 'Ginst who?"

"Bobby Lashley and Cody Rhodes."

Storm snorts. "Lashley and Rhodes? Come on now... don't be kiddin with me like that, JB. Who's our next match against?"

Roode leans over and pats his shoulder, getting his attention. "He's not kidding, man. It really is Lashley and Rhodes."

"Whut?" He looks at JB. "Really?" JB nods. "Aw HELL. Now that ain't right. That just ain't right."

"What isn't right, Storm?"

"We're the tag team champions, dammit! We should have better competition than this! Instead, we're stuck fighting the leftovers of the craptastic matches from World War."

"Um, Storm? Lashley may've lost --"

"That's not surprising.. I beat him twice myself."

"-- but Rhodes is the US Champion. He kept his belt."

"And your point would be... what?"

JB thinks then gets a blank look on his face. "I... I don't know.."

"Nevermind... don't hurt yourself trying to think. I'll tell you what the point is... there ain't one. There is absolutely no point to beating these two. Lashley's been beaten more times than a woman in a bad relationship and Rhodes is just some little second generation upstart that got lucky. I honestly don't know why you're wasting Beer Money's time.. and most importantly, my time, asking about these two. We're just gonna go in, kick their asses, and leave. Simple as that."

"Simple as that?"

"What, is there an echo in here? Yeah, like I said.. simple as that. Now get the hell outta here... we got a party to get back to."

"Alright... well... good luck in your match, guys. See ya around, I guess."

Storm raises his beer to him and nods, a rare sign of respect. "A'ight, later, JB."

Roode nods to JB as well, tipping his champagne filled glass towards him. "Yeah, see you later."

JB nods to the both of them in return before turning and leaving the room, leaving the guys and thier friends to thier party.

"Hey, man... you know what?"

"What?"

"I got just one thing to say to Lashley and Rhodes... you know what that is?"

"Yeah, I think I do."

Storm and Roode grin and look at the camera that's been filming the party before saying in unison....

"SORRY... ABOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK!"

Will Beer Money sweep up the competition that's in their way and shove them out the door? Will they ever get any decent competition at all? Most importantly, is JB actually respected by Beer Money now, or was that all just an act? We'll find out more next week... and tomorrow night... on WIW Fusion.