Shot fades-in to show occasionally-seen HWA freelance reporter Roddy Miles walking-along backstage at an unnamed event, in an unnamed arena, with the gorgeous Veronique, Miles looking a little confused as he holds a mic up to his lips.

"So......where exactly IS AC??" Miles asks impatiently.

"Okay, he's......" Veronique begins, then rolls her eyes as she stops dead in her tracks, "Look, we knew you were coming, and AC wanted to tell you he's.......in the Elimination Chamber...."

"The......Elimination Chamber?!" Miles asks, surprised, then leans in and whispers, "But that....that's......copyright infringement!"

Veronique shakes her head, a look of embarrassment on her face.

"Look, just play along with it, okay?" she asks, "He's.....he's driving me slightly mad lately, with this newfound 'popularity' with the fans. So just.....y'know...."

Miles nods and sighs.

"I hear 'ya, sister." Miles says, trying to sound cool, which gets a sigh and another roll of the eyes from Veronique, "So......the......[whispers]..elimination chamber....where...?"

Veronique points behind the camera, which spins around to show a men's toilet. Suddenly, some sounds and the like can be heard.....

"It's time-ungh......to play the game-ungh....and in this chamber-ungh.....I'm the king of kings-ungh.....and if you cross me-ungh.......you'll get .....you'll get......UNGH....ORRR......UUUNNGGGHHH......" comes the voice from behind the door....then we hear a massive splash, as if something large is landing in water, "....that's what you mess with the number-1, number 2!! That's what you get!!"

The toilet from inside is heard flushing, then then door suddenly swings open, and James acts all surprised as he sees the camera, and Miles.

"Oh......hey there!" James says, faking an embarrassed look, "I, uh......wasn't expecting you guys! You caught me a little off-guard, I was just....."

Veronique pats James on the shoulder, getting his attention.

"I'm sorry. I told them." she says, still looking slightly embarrassed.

"Dammit V!" James exclaims, his bubble burst, "Why?!"

"Because it wasn't very funny?" Veronique replies bluntly, shrugging her shoulders.

"I....I just...." James stammers a little, looking deflated, "......comedy gold.....?"

Veronique shakes her head and pats James on the shoulder again.

"That was......really weak." says Miles, cutting in, "Like....UBER weak."

"Honestly, who the f**k asked you, shrimp?" James says, sneering at Miles, "And what the hell do you want, anyways? Can't you see I....was...busy...?"

Miles shakes his head at James.

"Well, I tried." James responds, "I'm, y'know, a little rusty."

"Well, BAD intro to an interview aside, I...." Miles begins, before....

"AC James, Eddie, Sons of Anarchy, Tag-Team Titles, Talon Wilkinson as special ref." James cuts-in, "THAT's what you want me to cover, right?"

"Uh, yeah." Miles responds, looking a little deflated himself.

"Well, I've blown smoke up my and Eddie's a$$es previously, and SoA have had their chance to tell us how much greater than us they believe they are, how much more worthy of being tag-champs they are, and how much greater a pair of champions than us they'll be." James replies, "And, y'know, they're convinced of all that, which is good....it's GREAT. That's EXACTLY the mindset they need to be in, so all kudos for them for being there and not taking anything away from themselves."

James golf-claps, emphasising his point.

"Thing is, we've got all the confidence in the world in regards to our chances too." James continues, "And why, you ask?"

"I do?" Miles asks.

"You do." James responds, "Well, we do because, well, in us you've got the former, and I'm talking most-recent former World Heavyweight Champion in HWA. A strong champion. A worthy champion. And most of all, a hard-working, UNBREAKABLE champion. That's one-half of the champs."

"Then on the other side, the other half of the champs, you've got the FUTURE World Heavyweight Champ, a man who's stepped his game up SO MUCH since dumping the dead-weight he once dragged around that you just CAN'T dispute his worthiness as a champion of ANY caliber." James continues, "WE ARE the Tag-Team Champions: the two men who TOGETHER salvaged the Tag-Team Titles from the scrap-heap that teams like Dante's Inferno and DnA were sending it to."

"Now, soak up those facts, THEN answer me this: WHO are the two men MOST WORTHY of holding the Tag-Team Titles?" James queries, "Two men whose pasts have shone so brightly......or at least mine has....and whose futures are brighter than ANYONE else's. Or a bunch, and I'm talking a WHOLE division, of guys WISHING they were where we are, being as f**king GREAT as we are, taking these belts to new levels that all these jokers can't even DREAM of!"

"Well, you've kind've put your own spin...." Miles begins to reply, before...

"Shhhh!" James cuts-in again, "Rhetorical question, Miles, so ZIP IT! Fact is, no-one, and I mean NO-ONE can hold a candle to our separate greatness, let alone our tag-team greatness! So dream your little dream SoA. Keep pining for your time to come, and dream.......DREAM ON! You suck and we're sure as hell gonna prove it at Havoc!! [under his breath]....pair of fairies...."

"Talon's another element of this match that could play against you and Eddie, especially in regards to his and Eddie's......" Miles says, before...

"Play against you and Eddie, especially in regards to his and Eddie's......wah, wah, f**king, wah, MILES!" James begins in a mocking tone, then ends in anger, "All Talon has to do is his job on the night. FACT. I don't know about how Talon feels about me these days, but I harbour no ill-will towards him, and I'll break kayfabe by saying that I'm GLAD he took a stand in holding onto that HWA Title. Fact is, I would've done the same. He's been a good, NOT GREAT, but good champion so far who hasn't been given the chance to truly shine where it matters: in that ring."

"You're kind of dodging the question..." Miles says, trying to get more from James.

"Look; as far as the issues between Eddie and Talon go, I don't give a s**t these days." James replies, "I've got a banged-up knee, have been working two matches a night at the last few Havoc cards, and have these tag-titles to defend on an almost-daily basis while on the road. Fact of the matter is, if EITHER Eddie or Talon get out of line and screw with our chances of retaining, I, PERSONALLY, will take it upon myself to straighten either-one of them out in the most physical fashion I can muster. That's not a threat, it's merely a warning."

"And if anyone ELSE gets involved.....?" Miles queries, fishing for some more from James.

"Like?" James responds, "Like TNT? Hardcore Icons? Cheech and Chong? Romeo and Juliet? I truly DON'T care who wants a piece of this, because I'll kick their a$$es just as soon as tell them the time!"

"....I'm talking DnA." Miles cuts-in, "I'm assuming, because of this renewed alliance with Eddie and their new links with you, that...."

"Whoa whoa whoa there cowboy." James cuts-in, "Since when......"

James looks to Veronique, who looks away, trying to avoid his glare.

"You just happened to gloss over this info, V?!" James asks angrily, then looks to Miles, biting his lip, his eyes full of fire, "So. Eddie and DnA, huh. We're...what? Supposed to be some kind of 'Four Horsemen' now? I....."

James pauses, hands on his hips, fuming. he looks around to Veronique, who shies-away from James and his dagger-stare.

"Thanks V." James says in a cold tone, "Thanks a lot for sharing that oh-so-important info with me."

James looks back to Miles, then the camera....

"Oh f**k this." James suddenly snaps, then shoves the camera aside and marches out of shot.

"Oh s**t." Veronique is heard saying as she runs-off after James.

The camera focuses back on Miles, who looks to it, a look of shock in his eyes.

"Ooops." he says, completely taken-aback.

Shot fades to black.