Money Buys Everything

This mansion off the side of a cliff is the perfect backdrop on this beautiful Sunday afternoon. We see our undefeated Tag Team stretching in front of the garage door as Steve Bentley walks across the lawn to stop an AW camera coming any closer.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa don't just come onto our property uninvited." Bentley says as he steps in front of the tag team, directly in front of the lens. "But since you're here, I guess we'll give you a message to pass along to the rest of Action Wrestling."

Bentley puts his phone in his dark blue jeans pocket as the tag team continues lifting some weights and doing stretches behind him.

"This may come as a shock to you, but Bentley Unlimited weren't exactly a welcome addition to the tag team division. We weren't exactly beloved right out the gate nor respected by our peers, but hey, it didn't shock us. There are good guys and there are bad guys, but Bentley Unlimited?" He asks as he turns to look at his clients. He looks back at the camera to respond with "We're the best guys."

Bentley steps over another weight as they grab it to continue lifting weights and pumping iron. "I'm talking to you, Team Extreme. I'm talking to you, Beefer, Shane, RBD, whichever one of you has the most brain cells or the ears opened and worth a damn; You big dumbass ugly looking trashbags, when my clients step into the ring and outperform you, outwrestle you, and defeat you, and we're the #1 contenders for the Tag Team Championships, I don't want your excuses, and we don't want your handshakes. We want you to leave. We want you to walk away from this, we want you out of Action Wrestling because soon, and by God, do I mean soon we'll be Tag Team Champions and when we run this division, we'll call the shots, we'll represent the tag teams and you'll need to be gone to ensure you don't embarrass Action Wrestling any longer!"

Bentley stares directly into the camera. "Vanguard, you hearing this? Congratulations. You're the Tag Team Champions of the Year. You ate pretty good at the kiddie table. I'm proud of you. But now you're going to eat with the big boys. You're going to have to sit in the big boy chairs, with a big boy plate and use a big boy fork, and let me tell you, Vanguard, you can't fill up on juice boxes and Lunchables anymore. It's time you look at a real meal. It's time you sink your teeth into a real tag team, and that's Bentley Unlimited."

Bentley looks back one last time at his clients as they drop the weights and come closer towards the camera. They stand right behind Steve who puts his eyes right back to the lens.

"So Downfall go win your World Title and do your Wrestler of the Year party, and Dionysus go get your Reebok shoes and whine some more while your tag partner does all the work and carries your ass, and Team Extreme you can prepare for war, but at the end of the day all four of you, or five if you count Robby will be looking up at us come Revolution, when we hold the Tag Team Championships. My clients, are pound for pound the best and there is nothing you can do about it. Don't bite off more than you can chew, boys." Bentley winks as the scene fades.