~The backstage area is shown. The exit door opens and the Blood Brothers walk through the door. The crowd reacts with a mixture of cheers and boos. Marc Ellis appears out of nowhere, surprising them and they stop.~
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Marc: "Guys... just a couple of questions."
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Playboy (interrupting): "Look. I don’t know where the hell you just came from, but now is not really a good time."
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~The brothers take a step to continue on their way.~
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Marc: "Any comments on your actions as of late? Why did you guys attempt to stop the wedding?"
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~The brothers stop mid step.~
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Marc: "What is your issue with Slugger?"
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~The brothers turn back to Marc.~
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Playboy: "Why did we want to stop the wedding? What is our problem with Slugger? You see, Seraphim... she's a very trusting person. The only male attention she got when she was growing up was from Cryl. They were forced to keep to themselves since everyone else didn't want anything to do with them. It’s easy for her to fall for some attention given to her by another male and, as a result, it’s real easy for someone like Slugger to take advantage of that. All the while, eliminating, if you will, a threat to himself. Slugger might have her convinced that he really loves her, but for us it’s pretty easy to see through the facade."
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Marc: "So you don’t trust Slugger?"
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Playboy: "Absolutely not. Slugger can not be trusted. While people like you and the simpleton Slugger fans out there..."
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~The fans boo.~
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Playboy: "... don’t want to see it, we will fight death himself to reveal Slugger for what he really is."
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~The brothers again begin to take a step away.~
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Marc: "Guys, one more question. Do you care to comment on what the DAS have had to say as of late?"
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~The brothers stop and turn to Marc again.~
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Playboy: "Do I care to comment? Not particularly. You see... it’s the same old bull*BEEP* over and over again. ‘Wah wah wah... you’re not a real tag team’. ‘Wah wah wah... you left and you came back.’ The fact is, we are the Tag Team Champions and couldn’t care less if they don’t like it. The door is wide open, big bright flashing arrow pointing above it, for them, or anyone else for that matter, to come and try to take these belts if they want them. Yet all they do is bitch."
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~Playboy looks around.~
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Playboy: "Nope... still no lineup of teams eager to come and face us. First in line still available. But, once again... an awful lot of talking and not an awful lot of doing. Everyone in this business should be striving to be champion. Everyone should be giving their left arm for a chance to be at the top. But all there is... is talk. The difference between a team like us and the Thorns is that, if we don’t like something, we do something about it. We don’t stand behind a microphone in front of a camera and flap our lips ranting and raving about it show after show after show, putting on the brave face. Once those guys get their big girl panties on, since a lackey like you has no trouble finding us for an interview, I’d have to assume that there is enough intelligence between the two of them to be able to find us. Now, if you don’t mind... we have some business to take care of."
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~The brothers walk away as Marc watches and the scene fades to black.~
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