The Young Blood had recently been in contact with each other via text messaging. They decided to meet up for the first time before they're match against The Kliq on Monday Night Madness. It was no secret that The Kliq had been very good friends for a number of years. They had a real impact on the wrestling industry and although they we're getting on a bit, they still knew how to wrestle. 
The Young Blood had never met each other yet, Scully and Maverick had been in contact with each other quite a lot recently, as they looked to form an alliance. Neither had met up though, personally. Bryan James and Derrick Silva didn't know each other from Adam either. Basically, all four of them didn't really know each other. They might not get along, they might not be able to coexist. They might be alright, and be good team. It all depends if they can put they're ego's to one side. 

Monday Night Madness was in Detroit, Michigan. So The Young Blood decided that Detroit was the obvious place for the team meeting. 
Scully had travelled 2 hours and 35 minutes on a flight from Miami, Florida to Detroit. Maverick had a 1 hour and 57 minute drive from Battle Creek, Michigan. Bryan James had a 3 hours and 25 minute flight from Pheonix, Arizona.
They decided to meet at one of the finest restaurants in Detroit, the Bucharest Grill. Located at 2040 Park Ave., Detroit, MI
Scully had arrived there first as he waited at the bar. Scully ordered 4 bottles of Budweiser's for himself and his tag-team partners. The young bar lady kept staring at Scully and smiling. Scully checked her out, she was very sexy. She a big bust and cute face with long blonde hair. Skull smirked back at the young lady who began to blush. Scully then heard a voice call him.

Voice: Scully.

Scully turns around to see Maverick approaching him. Scully and Maverick shake hands. Scully then passes a bottle of Budweiser to Maverick.

Maverick: Thanks man.

Scully: No problem.

Scully looks behind Maverick as Bryan James approached them. Scully passes Bryan a Budweiser, who seems quiet.

Maverick: So, ah Bryan, what's going on?

Bryan still remains silent.

Maverick: Uh, Bryan-

Bryan: Just shut up, okay? I'm only in this for myself and humiliating the Kliq! I'll end their careers if I have too! You guys are so worthless, this is basically a 1- on- 4!

Both Maverick and Scully recoil at Bryan's rant.

Scully: Well, jeez, someone's being rude.

Maverick: James isn't the only one. Where is that ungrateful rookie?

To answer Maverick's question, at that moment, the final member of Team Young Blood, Derrick Silva, entered. He had to go through a flight of approximately 4 hours to get to Detroit. Scully passed him a Budweiser.

Derrick: Thanks.

Maverick: Now then, now that everyone's here, time we get down to business. In the time we spent getting this shindig organized, the Kliq has made more promos, set to humiliate us. We can't have that. Derrick, since Triple H called you out, I decided your going to be getting Triple H's promos, Bryan, your getting--

Bryan: Razor Ramon.

Maverick: Erm... why?

Bryan: I already gave him a smack in my previous promo, I might as well stay after him.

Maverick: Okay, then, Bryan. You get Razor's promo, Scully, you get HBK's promo, and I'll finish up with X-Pac's promo. Everyone fine with that?

The group all nods to indicate their on board.

Maverick: Excellent. Now than, Derrick, since you're the late one, you go --

Waitress: Hi, can I take your order?

Maverick sweatdropped, then turned to his right where the cute waitress was standing.

Maverick: Uh... you guys want to do appetizers first?

Scully: I'm fine with that.

Derrick and Bryan nod their heads to signal yes.

Maverick: Fine, I guess I'll have the... --

Derrick: Chicken Bites.

Maverick: Derrick, --

Scully: Yeah, I guess I'm fine with that too....

Bryan grunts to show he wants in on the chicken bites too.

Maverick: But- ugh, fine. Chicken Bites.

The waitress then went off to place the order.

Maverick: Like I was ABOUT to say, Derrick, you're the first one up. Scully, have you got the laptop?

Scully: Sure do.

Scully pulls out his laptop, goes to YouTube, and looks up for Triple H's two promos.

Maverick: Alright, play the first one.

REPLAY:In b4 Ray Rice And that was the first time Steph's head was in my crotch... Hey Vince. Wanna see me piledrive your daughter next? I think I got that on film somewhere around here.[/size]

Maverick: Now then rookie, how 'bout that promo.

Derrick: Uh... it sucked-

Maverick: We know it sucked, nitwit, but why?

Derrick: It sucked because it doesn't even address the match at all, focusing on Triple H having sex with Stephanie nightly, and Triple H is addressing Vince McMahon, who isn't a part in this match yet. Not to mention, this was way too fucking short.

Maverick: Excellent job, rookie. First and only lesson you get from me: Don't just say your opponent's promo sucks, that'll just make you look like an idiot. A crude joke, maybe, but never just say it sucks. Also give reasons as to why it sucks. Responding to Promos 101, learn it, live it, love it.

Derrick looks stunned, then gets back on topic.

Derrick: Isn't there a second promo?

Maverick: Right you are. Scull?

REPLAY:HHH: Shawn....Shawn. We got a problem.  HBK: What is it? HHH: Vince.  HBK: What about him? HHH: He put a bag of flaming poop on my doorstep. HBK: How do you know it was him? It could have been some Steve Austin fan.  HHH: Because he texted me a picture of him placing the bag on my front porch and then lighting it on fire. And he put the caption "Eat Shit" under the picture. HBK: Oh well...I don't know what to say about that. What do you want to do? HHH: I'm thinking... HBK: Yeah...what are you thinking? HHH: I'm thinking that I film me piledriving his precious daughter and then emailing it to him.  HBK: Now when you say piledriving do you mean like...piledriving... Shawn gets down on the floor and starts acting out what he means just in case Hunter wasn't totally sure... HBK: Or do you mean piledriving like what Taker did to me at Wrestlemania 25? HHH: Obviously the first. Why would I send Vince a video of me piledriving Stephanie when I could just send him a video of me giving her the Pedigree. Over and over. HBK: I don't know H. Why do you want to send a sex tape of Stephanie to her father? HHH: Whoa whoa Shawn. Who said anything about a sex tape? Do I look like Pac to you? HBK: Well no. And Steph is much better looking than Chyna. Remember when we used to run a train on her? You me, Mike Tyson, Rick Rude. Even Shane got in on the action.  HHH: Well I don't know if I would say he got in on the action. He usually couldn't get it up.  HBK: Oh that's right, did he ever get that taken care of? HHH: I don't know Shawn, I don't talk to Shane about his dick.  HBK: Well you should man. It's important to know these things. You guys are family.  HHH: Look Shawn, now is not the time to talk about Shane's penis. Now is the time for me to plan my revenge on Vince.  HBK: For a second there I thought you were going to say train for our match.  HHH: Match? What match? I don't have a match on Raw. I would know, I booked the card.  HBK: Not on Raw, on Madness. You know, the XWF.  HHH: What? They gave us a match?  HBK: Yeah they did. It was your idea, you, me, Pac and Razor against 4 nobodies.  HHH: And they booked it? Wow they are desperate. Why the hell do they want to see us wrestling? I'm one injury away from a wheel chair and you, you haven't walked upright in years on account of your back problems.  HBK: I know, but they booked us and they are paying us.  HHH: How much? HBK: One of those sweet deals that Big Kev and Scott got when they went to Turnerland.  HHH: Nice. I could use the influx, fucking WWE app has cost us millions.  HBK: Yeah whose bright idea was that anyway?  HHH: Fucking Linda's that dumb bitch. She never liked me you know. I think it's because one time I looked at Shane the wrong way and he shit himself. Ever since then whenever I walk in the room Linda looks at me like I just blew my load in her sweet daughter's mouth.  HBK: You probably did.  HHH: Yeah I probably did but that's besides the point.  HBK: Speaking of, did you see what Bryan James had to say about us? HHH: Who is Bryan James? HBK: One of the guys we are facing on Monday.  HHH: Monday? I don't have a match on Raw. I would know, I booked the card.  HBK: Not on Raw H, Madness. We just went over this.  Hunter looks around tying desperately to play it off like nothing is wrong.  HHH: What did he say? HBK: He said, and I quote:  REPLAY:Oh and then we got the bitches of the bunch HHH and HBK two guys who are so far up the Mcmahons arse holes they probably enjoy the smell of there farts... HHH: Well he's right you know.  HBK: He is? HHH: Yeah, I am always far up Stephanie's asshole. She loves it in the butt. You don't remember her saying that on Stern?  HBK: Does she really? HHH: Yeah. Doesn't Beck let you put it in her pooper? Shawn puts his head down in shame... HBK: No. HHH: Do you want me to call Chyna up? She might want some money and for you to film it but she will definitely let you do it.  HBK: No that's ok Hunter. I appreciate it though. You're such a good friend.  HHH: Best friends.  HBK: For life.  Shawn and Hunter embrace...for a little longer than a normal bromosexual hug should be but whatever. HHH: Did anyone else have anything to say about us? HBK: Not really, nothing that Pac didn't already rip into. You know him, when he gets a match he gets all antsy in his pantsy.  HHH: Love Pac. Who we facing anyway? HBK: Bryan James, Scully, Derrick Silva and Maverick.  HHH: Maverick? What about Goose?  HBK: He's dead.  HHH: Damn, I liked Goose. He was a good guy.  HBK: Let's poor one out for Goose.  Shawn grabs two bottles of water off the table and hands one to Hunter. The two men take the caps off and then proceed to pour out some of the water onto the floor. Carpet no less.  HHH: To Goose.  Steph: Shawn!!! Hunter!!! What the hell are you doing? HHH: Pouring one out for Goose. You remember Goose right?  Steph: I have no idea what you are talking about but you are going to clean that up right this minute.  HHH: Baby not in front of Shawn.  Steph: Hunter! Now! HBK: You're in trouble!!! HHH: Shut up Shawn.  Break It Down!!

Derrick: Okay, nice to know Triple H and Shawn have some private gay sex once and a while, the way they were going at it 'till Steph showed. Anyway, like last time: Hardly ever addresses the match, way too short, and it just has that, '... Wut?' factor.

Maverick: I suppose that's acceptable. Scully, Razor's promo now.

REPLAY:Hey-yo! So I'm sitting in my car when I get a text main. Why these punk kiddos like texting more than hearing the voice of Razor Ramon is beyond me, chico. Anyways I look at my flip phone and check it out. It's from one of the young punks letting me know that I have a match on Monday Night Raw teaming up with mi amigos, Hunter, Shawn, and Kid. And even Big Daddy Cool will be there. That's cool, main. Who wouldn't want to see The Kliq in action on Monday Night Raw, right? Well I look below that and I see our opponents. Derrick Silva, Bryan James, Maverick, and Scully. I thought it was a joke, main. I mean I know there are a lot of squash matches on Raw, but man, I didn't know we were going to have a huge one for the main event! Seriously chico, the main event is going to be four of the dirtiest players in the game vs a bunch of Rugrats? Then I get a text from Pac that explains it all. Apparently this Maverick cat took a Scully on the European title and blamed it on 1-2-3 Kid. Man what kind of noise is that, main? Who puts shit all over a nice title like the European belt? Don't get me wrong, chico. It's not the Intercontinental Championship, but it's a nice belt main.  Razor Ramon picks up his belt off the table and slings it over his shoulder. He slicks his hair back and adjusts the toothpick in the side of his mouth with his tongue.  Now let's see what kind of punks they've stuck in this match to be decimated by The Kliq. The first main on the list is Derrick Silva. Now, according to the roster sheet here at the WWF, this dude hasn't even debuted yet, but he has a tag team title shot on Warfare? Now hold up one second. Hey main I want a tag team title shot! I've actually wrestled a match too, chico! This must be that damn tyrant Vinny Mac holding down me again, main. Hey-yo Vinny! Razor wants a title shot! Anyways, kid, I hope you know what you're getting into. This ain't going to be pretty if I have to kick your ass all the way back home to San Diego, California. So stay classy, Silva. The second loser on Team Sparkles and Unicorns is Bryan James. Hey main, it's cool you liked me as a kid. Real cool main. Now why don't you do me a favor, chico? Why don't you go to WWEShop.com and buy the latest Razor Ramon t-shirt. Go get you some hair product. Oh, don't forget to get yourself a toothpick. Then, on Monday night, you can come out with Razor Ramon! That's right! Your childhood dream of coming down to the ring with The Bad Guy. Then you can watch as your idol gets into the ring and spanks some rookies around the ring, main. You don't even have to get in the match! You can just stay on the outside and shine my boots while I'm not tagged in. How's that sound, chico? You say I'm a disappointment? You don't know the half of it, main. I'm going to beat you so bad, you're going to be disappointed you ever stepped into the ring with a main of my caliber. On Monday, you're going to be leaving that WWF arena wishing you hadn't stepped into the ring with me. Because I'm not going to let you breathe, chico. Maverick. Did he grow up a Top Gun fan or something main? What a bad name, chico. Not only does he have a dumb name, he's a little whiny bitch to boot, main. He literally started crying the other day. "Wahhh, those sexy beasts Kliq have a fifth man that thinks we're better caliber stars than we actually are... wahhhh." I thought he was going to start spitting up and needing Mama Scully to come over and change it for him. Next this main said that Frodo, Vinnie, and Shades would come down to cost them the match? Are you serious, chico? I'm sure those guys wouldn't wipe their ass with someone as insignificant as you, main. See? You're just a liar, main. You're just lying about potential attackers to feel good about yourself, main. Either way, I'll cut your ass with The Razor's Edge just like everyone else. Just don't cry afterwards. You're ugly when you cry, main. After the crybaby, we have the only real competition, main. Scully. Hey main, you can't call me Scott Hall. This is show business, bitch. You can't go pulling the curtain back and revealing my real name. I would reveal who you really were, but I'm not that childish main. I'm a real main. I can call you a shithead without having to drag your real name into it. You call us old? Main, all age means in this business is that I have more experience and know how to kick your teeth down your throat in many different ways. But I guess I could just go bang your mom? That seems to be the most exciting thing to happen to you since you got here. And that's with your mom, main! Seriously go do something cool or something, chico. Razor adjusts his vest showing off his well-fuzzed chest and midsection. A girl walks by eying Razor as she bites her lip. Razor waves and makes kissy lips at her. She thinks about it, but finally walks over. Hey baby. What can Razor Ramon do for you, chica? She leans down and whispers in his ear and runs a finger down his chest. Razor smiles and raises his eyebrows.  Well would you look at that, chico. Looks like I'm getting some action after all. See you Monday and get ready to get your ass kicked by... THE BAD GUYS!

Bryan: I don't wanna buy one of your T-shirts and I certainly don't wanna dip my head in chip fat oil. Thanks all the same.This the XWF not the WWF. I'm gonna get in the match and I'm gonna beat you. I won't be shining your boot for ya, either....

Scully: Well, now, I suppose it's my--

Waitress: Here you are with the Chicken Bites!

The four teammates sigh and then dig in. After a delicious helping of Chicken Bites, the group gets back on track. 

Scully: NOW I suppose it's my turn.

REPLAY::::Big Daddy Cool Diesel walks away from “Loverboy” Lane backstage, and a few seconds later runs right into HBK::: Diesel: Shawn? Oh, weird, dude, how did you get ahead of me in this room so fast? :::HBK looks confused::: HBK: Diesel, what are you talking about man? I’ve been in here brushing my hair for an hour. You know I like to give it exactly 500 strokes on each side every day. 403… 404… 405… Diesel: Well… okay, Heartbreak, but I swear we were just talking in the other room.  HBK: Look big man, you haven’t really been acting like yourself lately. You might want to see a doctor or something to work that out. 406… 407… Diesel: Shawn? How come you and the rest of the Kliq didn’t want me in your match next Monday against the Four Horsemen? I’m the WWF Champion, why wouldn’t you want me to fight? And why are we even fighting those WCW losers? Nothing cool ever happens there! HBK: See big D, this is what I’m talking about. How many concussions have you had now? Five? Six? Diesel: It’s not my fault! You keep kicking me in the face! HBK: That was AN ACCIDENT!!! I told you! Jesus, man, that was, what, 1995? Diesel: Shawn, you’re freaking me out again. Are you sure YOU’RE feeling okay? Do you need me to page Vince? HBK: Page? Diesel, you’re dehydrated or something, man, I’m gonna text HHH and have him swing by with Steph and drive you to the ER, as long as they don’t have their kids with them. Diesel: WHAT!?!?! Shawn… dude…  :::Diesel leans in closely to HBK, talking in a near whisper::: Diesel: Are you on the drugs, man? You know you can talk to me, right? HBK: Kevin… Diesel: Diesel. HBK: Right. Diesel. I’m fine, brother. Look, man, do me a favor and grab me another hair brush from the supply room, would ya pal? This one’s pretty worn out. I’ll totally explain to you why you’re just the bodyguard next week, okay? Diesel: Well, okay, Shawn, but I still think you need to get some help. You’re hallucinating or something and I’m worried. I’ll be right back. :::Diesel swings his big leg over the ropes that you probably had no idea were in this room but totally are, then swings over his second before raising his fist over his head and walking out the door::: HBK: Thank god… I can’t get a moment’s peace around here lately! Either I’m trying to spoon feed Diesel without making him cry or spit up all over himself, or I’m dealing with chumps like Maverick and his crew. Let me explain something to every one of you four homos. The wrestling business is not for gay men. This is a serious athletic competition, where grown, masculine athletes wear spandex tights and roll around on the mat together! Can you imagine how awful that would be if any of us enjoyed it? Maverick, you’ve made a big mistake sticking your ugly mug into KLIQ business! You and you’re little girlfriend Scully should have just stayed out of our way, so that you don’t get hurt! And to top it all off, you went and brought in two brand new kids who couldn’t wrestle their way out of a wet paper bag. I don’t even remember their names! But every, single, person here in the XWF and on the PLANET knows who I am, and who the Kliq are! Your momma knows who Shawn Michaels is, your sister knows who Shawn Michaels is, and your girlfriend WISHES she was walking next to the Heartbreak Kid! Hey, maybe she will be! So take my advice, kids. Quit. Get out of this match. Get out of your contracts as soon as you can and go back to school. Do something else with your lives. None of you have a chance in the wrestling business, and you’re gonna find out for sure next Monday night, if you climb into the ring with me, The SHOWWWWSTOPPA!!! The Heartbreak Kid, SHAWWWWN MICHAELS!

Scully: It's such a shame when guy's who inspired me like The Heart Attack OAP, still think at their age they are pulling all the women in the world. Shawn used to be a good looking guy, and before they say I'm gay... Nah, I'm 100% straight and comfortable with my sexuality. But look at you now, Shawn, your face is fucked up! And yeah my momma knows who you are, she's around the same age as you but she wouldn't have heard of you, if wasn't for me watching you on the box.
I think you should change your theme music too, to something like:

Scully starts singing as the others laugh at him. Apart from Bryan who was still a bit moody.

Scully: I'm just an old man (old man), I'm older than your gran (your gran)

Big Grandaddy Fool Diesel seems to have lost his damn mind too. I don't think we need to worry about him. So Shawn, how you gonna tune up the band and give me some sweet and sour chin music? Cuz I doubt you can even lift your leg. Shawn, I'm afraid The Scully Meister is going to be responsible for putting you back on the shelf

Maverick: And now finally, it's time to wrap things up with MY response to-

Waitress: Can I ask you about your entrees?

Maverick facetables and then groans. He then sits back up and speaks.

Maverick: I guess I'll have the Ribeye Steak Dinner

Waitress: And how do want it cooked?

Maverick: Medium- rare. Scull?

Scully: House Salad....Please

Derrick: The Detroiter.

Bryan: Bucharest Sliders.

Waitress: And how do you want it cooked?

Bryan: Rare.

Waitress: Excellent! I'll place your orders and I;ll be back soon!

The waitress then goes to place the orders.

Maverick: Finally! Now I can respond to Pac's promo.

REPLAY:Scott takes us up to 90 as we cruise along the expressway en route to Motor City. Pac is in the passenger seat with a bitch stretched out between the both of them as she goes down on his knob. Pac takes a drink out of their bottle of Patrón Silver before he passes it off to Scott. Scott can't even grasp the bottle; it slips through his fingers and hits the floor mat. RAZOR Hey Pac, you spilled the drink on my new boots, maing.  X-PAC Dude, I handed it right to you- EYES ON THE ROAD! Scott nearly kills us as the high beams of an oncoming tractor-trailer light up X-Pac and his ho. Pac has to dive across the center console to jerk the wheel back on course. RAZOR Dude, I'm trying my best but your ho's foot keeps bumpin' into my crotch. X-PAC Here, I'll get the bottle for you... Pac has to work his way through the legs of his date in order to reach the bottle. He doesn't even realize it, but in the process of moving her around, he accidentally tosses her ass over the side of the car like it's the 1998 Royal Rumble or something. RAZOR Oh shit, Pac! I think you just eliminated your ho from the car. X-PAC The fuck are you talking about- OH shit! I didn't even realize what I was doing, man.  RAZOR We're flyin' too, man. It ain't gonna be a pretty sight back there. X-PAC Well, we're not going back. Fuck, dude. It probably wouldn't have happened had you not spilled the drink. RAZOR Whatever, dude. I'm takin' this exit, I need to get some food in me.  A minute later, the duo pulls up to a Jack in the Box drive thru. RAZOR Hey chico, give me a couple of them bacon ranch tacos.  X-PAC Hey dude, get me a drink too while you're at it.  RAZOR Hey and a coke too, chico. They go through the process of paying at the window before driving off with a bag full of tacos. X-Pac has the Jack in the Box soft drink in his hand and dumps it out of the car. RAZOR Hey I spent like two bucks on the shit, Kid. What the hell are you doing? X-PAC Chill dude, I gotta shit. RAZOR Hey man, are you serious? You're not really gonna shit in that cup, are you? X-PAC I really gotta go, so yeah. I'm gonna shit all up in this cup. RAZOR That's pretty nasty, Pac. If you needed to shit, all you had to do was say somethin'. Let me take you to a gas station, maing.  X-PAC Hey no! You keep us on the road. I've got this.  RAZOR Why are you so determined to shit in the cup, Pac? You can't use the facilities like a normal person? X-PAC Dude, look. It's for our match.  RAZOR What do you mean it's for our match? You gonna wear it like war paint or something, chico? X-PAC No! I'm gonna take the cup of shit and then throw it in Maverick's bags. That way after he loses, he gets a mouthful of my shit when he opens his bag. RAZOR Awwww chico, that's horrible.  While this conversation is taking place, we've heard X-Pac defecating into the cup. RAZOR Sounds pretty rough, maing. You better not get that shit on the seats. X-PAC Relax, I've done this many times. I'm a pro at it. RAZOR Sounds pretty rough, chico. You better not get that shit on the seats. X-PAC Just drive, dude. Try not to hit anything. Razor says something but it's muffled due to his slurred speech and mouth full of food. Scully, what the fuck was all incessant rambling about? Why didn't he just shit in a cup?! Fuck... You give these kids a mic and they take it as an opportunity to talk non-stop about nothing. Seriously, the production crew gave you an ample amount of time to cut a promo on the best wrestlers in the business, and that bullshit was the best that you could come up with? I could have recorded myself shitting into a Wendy's cup for 5 minutes and it would have had more substance than what you put out. You devoted the first half to sucking our dicks, like me and the KLIQ aren't aware of our title wins and accomplishments..  And then when you weren't sucking our dicks, you were directing threats towards your own partners!  REPLAY:If Derrick doesn't pull his weight, I will personally beat the crap out of him. Oh shit, Derrick... Are you gonna let him talk to you like that? Man, if Shawn ever talked to me in that tone, I would personally shit in his fucking bags!  But yeah, it just baffled me how this guy did his promo. His gimmick must be that he's the exact opposite of Maverick. Instead of being a book filled with lies, he's filled with useless wrestling facts. Like he's a wrestling encyclopedia or something.  Or what do they call it now?  ... Wikipedia? Is that it? Am I facing the Wrestling Wikipedia this week? You see, this is why promoters have to turn to the old guard instead of trusting you young bucks. Ratings are in the shit-filled Wendy's cup because people like Scully never learned how to cut a proper promo. Instead he just crammed his brain full of as much useless wrestling facts as he could. And then you got Maverick going around doing punches and senton bombs while lying about being trained by my good friends Lance Storm, Chris Jericho, and William Regal. Go have a look at Maverick's move list. It's the most pathetic thing that I've ever seen. There's no way that either of those three men trained him. I'm 100% sure that Maverick is just a mark for the three of them. Apparently, one of his biggest moves is one that he can't even perform on anyone from my team. Yeah, that totally sounds like something Lance Storm would teach. REPLAY:6. Powerbomb (only does this to smaller opponents) Wait, so this motherfucker can't even do a powerbomb to anyone larger than 6' 1", 187 pounds? Well, I'm pretty sure everyone on my team is over the 200 pound mark. Let's see what other moves that Regal, Jericho, and Storm "taught" him. REPLAY:4. Scoop Slam 5. Body Slam Wow, you'd think that one of his trainers would have explained to him how these two moves are essentially the SAME FUCKING THING!  REPLAY:8. Double Underhook Suplex 15. Amateur Wrestling- like takedown Spinebuster Dude, if you can't even do a powerbomb to someone who's bigger than you, then you won't be able to hit anyone on my team with these moves.  Why even use that, or the 9 other suck ass moves that you attempt to perform? I think you're lying about all of this. You say that you only powerbomb guys who are smaller than you, but I'm thinking that you don't even know what a powerbomb is since you think a body slam and a scoop slam are two different wrestling holds.  They might be two different holds according to someone with zero in-ring experience like Michael Cole. I bet that's who really trained you, isn't it Maverick? Well guess what!? Come Monday night, it's gonna be VINTAGE KLIQ in the house! And after I put you and the rest of the job squad down, I'll have only two words left for ya... SUCK IT!

Maverick: .... That... was fucking terrible. X-Pac. And yes, I know I just broke my own damn rule, but that was so that I literally lost my mind for a few seconds. You go on and on and on and on about me and Scully, but guess what? You forgot about Bryan James. Oh, and the rookie too, but mostly James. Now then, I will admit, if there's one mistake I made, it's not clarifying the difference between my Scoop and Body Slam. By Scoop Slam, I mean the normal slam you see now- a- days. By Body Slam, I meant when they rebound off the ropes, I perform a powerslam on them. I should have been more clearer about that before, but it doesn't matter, as I got rid of one of them, meaning now the other is now both the powerslam I was just talking about, and the normal scoop slam. As for the powerbomb situation, clearly you cannot read. I said SMALLER than me, not weighs less than me. Clearly, there must be SOME wrestlers anywhere in the world who are shorter than 6'2. Anyway, if you are wondering why you see me as a little more muscular, I beefed myself up. Now, I'm at 220 lb., I'm pretty much at the same build as Shawn Michaels, being an inch taller, but weighing 5 lb. less. Nevertheless, I will admit he is the only person I can do a powerbomb on in this match. But it's not like I need to do a powerbomb to secure a victory. I've also been adding more and more moves in my arsenal that will surely help in this match. And so, X-Pac, I assure you, I'll break your frickin' legs when I lock you in the Pure Perfection.

The group is silent for a moment, and then the waitress is back.

Waitress: Here are your entrees! Dig in!

After eating a delicious entree, the waitress is back once more.

Waitress: Now then, may I interest you in some dessert?

Scully: Yes, I would like the... crepes, please.

Maverick agreed with Scully while Bryan and Derrick decided on some apple pie. The waitress then left to get the chefs cooking.

Maverick: Now then, Kliq. I have my Insurance Policy. With them, Diesel is canceled out. Any other interferers is canceled out. You cannot win. You WILL not win. I will lock each and every one of you in the Pure Perfection, and damn it, I will relish the moment when I hear the pop that signifies that your legs are broken.

Derrick: I may just be a rookie, but I'm a damn good rookie. I do have a third degree black belt in Muay Thai, and I've spent a few years in the indie scene, so I'm not some idiot who can't perform a suplex.

Bryan: Though my partners are complete and utter morons, and you are ripe with experience, you all are one injury away from being buried six feet under, and trust me, I intend to make that happen.

Scully: We have something you all don't: youth and energy. Oh and I still have my good looks. With it, we can go on for hours, while I doubt you can hang with us for fifteen minutes. We are the new elite in the XWF. Meanwhile, you're just a bunch of has- beens, who need to go back to the WWF. And trust me, we're more than willing to have you pack your bags and send you home.