AC James and Veronique stand-by a monitor, watching Dragon's promos, backstage at an indie wrestling show. James is dressed in a black "Bleeding-Edge: Busaiku" long-sleeve-T and baggy denim shorts, his right knee obviously heavily bandaged. Veronique wears a black leather waist-coat over white tank-top and tight-fitting jeans, her blonde hair teased up and a little messy.

The pair listen and watch intently, then as the promo ends, James pauses the footage, showing Dragon making out with 'Stacy'. James looks to Veronique, his eyes wide, then shakes his head before rubbing his eyes.

"Holy s**t." James says, "There's just some crap you can't un-see."

"So....." Veronique chimes-in, looking from James to the monitor and back again, "......WHY exactly did you pause it there?"

"I....." James begins, then stops in thought, "....well, it was meant to be for effect, or......something. Y'know, so many guys do it in their promos, most of the time with their opponent's faces all contorted and funny-looking, y'know, for a giggle."

"Yeah, but....." Veronique says, before looking back to the monitor, "......this is just.....disturbing. Like seeing your parents making-out disturbing."

James looks to the monitor, focusing on it for moments, then back to Veronique, then back to the monitor. Then he starts looking like he's about to throw-up, his head bobbing forward, throat working overtime, his mouth looking like it's about to unleash.......

"Give me that!" Veronique says sharply, snatching the remote from James' hand and clicking the monitor off.

........James swallows whatever it was that came-back for a 'visit'.......

"Wow." James mutters, short of breath, "That Caesar Salad roll really doesn't taste good second-time 'round."

Veronique shudders at the thought, tossing the remote over her shoulder and gesturing to the camera. James takes a moment and composes himself, then focuses on the camera.

"Okay, so......seriously." James begins in earnest, "The Sons of Anarchy, or at least the self-appointed mouthpiece, Dragon. Son, you try and talk a good game, acting all big and tough with a 'we can beat anyone, especially you' attitude, but every time I hear you and your not-so-vocal team-mate speak about Eddie and I, what I visualise is one of those annoying, yappy little dogs that thinks it can take on the world AND win, barking up the world's tallest tree at the unattainable."

"Y'see, you, the little dogs, IMAGINE you know what it is you're barking at, but in reality you don't." James continues, "You've seen us from afar, thought 'hey, they're human, they can be beaten', then decided to have a red-hot go for it. Now kudos to you for that kind of mentality, because more often than not, it's the right one to have. But in this situation, what your imagine, or PERCEIVE, is not exactly what you're going to get."

"From afar you see Eddie as this mentally wounded creature who's had to go seek help because of the things he's done recently, and all the internal conflicts caused by that." James says, "Then you see me, wrestled two matches in one night YET AGAIN, took a two-on-one beatdown that ended with me being busted open, a bruised skull and one pretty f**ked-up right knee. So yeah, you see these wounded creatures and think they're easy pickings......"

"But, y'see.....THAT is where you're wrong." James continues, smirking, "While you two were off reconciling....or playing patty-cake, whatever, I was holding HWA's World Heavyweight Title. And not JUST that, I BEAT the current HWA champion after having him tear the muscles and ligaments in my left shoulder with his killer 'Affliction' submission. And not JUST THAT, but I went-on and wrestled for another month straight before Talon actually got another chance at me and BEAT ME for the HWA Title."

"Little story over, but here's where I'm going with that: this knee....?" James says, looking down to his right, heavily-bandaged knee, as does the camera, "It's not a wall, not a barrier between me and victory. It's merely more incentive to beat your pathetic a$$es in that ring and RETAIN my and Eddie's HWA Tag-Team Titles."

"Being the champions and fighters we are, wounded doesn't make us helpless, it makes us DANGEROUS." James says with a sneer and cold-stare, "At Havoc, you'll find that out first-hand."

Shot fades out as James looks to Veronique and the pair nod at each other.