A van drives up into a unused warehouse and comes to a halt. Four men wearing balaclavas jump out, and pushes the XWF Camera Man out.

They instruct him to set up the camera and also pull out a computer console. The camera man sets up the camera.

One of the men gets on the radio and tells someone that everything is all ready. Suddenly a car engine is heard and screeching of tires is also heard as a red sports car comes into view, and pulls to a stop near the van. A woman and a man get out. They walk to the camera man and quietly speak with him. He nods everything is already to go. They go in front of the camera.

The woman begins to speak first.


"Hello XWF Universe my name is Job Ber Too. We are here to make waves, we are here to compete, and we are here to win. And on Saturday Night will be our first match. The Pussy Cat Dolls."

Job Ber Too starts smiling and looks back at her male friend. She turns back to the camera.

"Sorry I will try to be respectful, after all they are the current XWF Tag Team Champions. The Midnight Dolls. The team of Jessalyn Hart and Vita Valenteen."

Job Ber Too smiles again and looks back at her male friend, who is also smirking. His face tells her to keep on going.

"Vita you came out before and you spoke about all things girl power. Let's have a listen."

Job Ber Too moves aside and the computer console is brought into view to play back some of Vita's promo.

Quote: Nobody is counting us out just because we’re a couple of girls. It’s refreshing if I’m to be honest, but why is it that our critics are suddenly silent? Is it because finally, we’ve managed to accomplish enough in this company to be viewed as equals to out male counterparts, or is it because we’re facing a couple of guys in T-shirt’s reading pin me pay me?”

“I think we all know the answer to that question don’t we? If Jess and I were guys, people would be labeling us as the greatest tag team in the XWF today.

Job Ber Too steps back in front of the camera and starts yawning.

"For all too long now all everyone ever talks about its time for women power. To a point I agree with them. But this isn't about women power any more it's just another match. To me, this is the start of our career in the XWF, and we will show the current Tag Team Champions a thing or too about respect. If you want respect Vita, you have to earn it, and on Saturday Night we will earn it."

Job Ber Too steps to the side, and Job Ber Tree walks up.


"Well well well it seems as I am the only male in this tag team match. Which I won't be worried about. My name is Job Ber Tree. So Miss High and Mighty Vita, along with tag team champions you are also X-Treme Champion. Aren't you a lucky bitch. You said if Jess and I were guys you would be the greatest tag team in the XWF today. Well guess what Vita, you dim witted so called champions aren't guys. You are girls. You need to own that. You need to prove yourselves. You need to keep on winning to show that you are the best tag team out there. Don't just moan about it. Do it. No but at the end of the day that's all you are going to do is moan."

"As a tag team, Job Ber TooTree, we will win on Saturday because we are the more confident, and we don't care about what the XWF Universe thinks of us. We have proven already how we can make our mark, and we will continue to make our mark."

Job Ber Too steps forward.

"Well said."

"Thank you."

Job Ber Too looks at the camera.

"Job Ber Tree is right. We are a cohesive unit, as we both trust one another, and both confident at what we are doing. We are part of a wrestling family who is going to take this place by storm. We aren't going to complain about being girls, or being guys, we are just going to get on with it."

"And get on with it we will. But lets hear what else you are moaning about Vita."

Both Job Ber Too and Job Ber Tree step out of the way of the computer console.

Quote:Because we’re just a couple of chicks, everyone seems to think that our next match will be the one to put us in our places. The one to prove that we really just can’t hang with the guys. The only thing people talk about when it comes to us is our hot asses, not our hot streak.”

Job Ber Tree steps back in front of the camera.

"No one is going to be talking about your hot asses, because you two don't have hot asses, you both are ugly, and not right in my world. You don't have a hot streak. Because in order to be on a hot streak you need to keep winning, not keep winning, losing, winning, and losing again like you guys tend to do. And you both tend to do that very well."

Job Ber Too steps forward.

"This sounds like moaning again, and what have I said before? Stop moaning we don't want to hear it. You keep talking about future competition, that means to us that you aren't ready for us. You gave us a brief amount of time on your promo Vita, but that won't be enough. We will give you all the time in the world on Saturday Midnight Dolls. And then we will win, and you girls will continue to lose next Wednesday when you take on that other tag team, and because we will beat you Saturday Night we will be after a title match next chance we get, because we have proven to the XWF Universe that the Midnight Dolls cannot compete with us, and then cannot compete against the so called Apex."


"It's our time on Saturday Night. You guys have had your time. So go on Vita continue to moan all you want, it's not going to help you. We've said enough already, and we are tired of this little conversation. Time to leave."

Job Ber Too and Job Ber Tree both head back to the car, and get in and drive off. The camera man turns off the camera, and the balaclava men put the camera, and the computer console and the camera man back in the van and it drives off.