Respect: EARNED. Battle: REQUESTED (spoilz, open))

[SoCal Society]

After the dust had cleared and all was said and done, in the center of the ring stood the rookies to the business, SoCal Society standing victorious over the talented veterans that consisted of Darkside. They looked down at the fallen giants, only slightly larger than big Dallas Sampson himself, and give each other a big high five. Jordan Sherill goes to the top turn buckle to get the fans hyped while Dallas calls for a microphone from the ring announcer. Upon receiving it, he takes the center of the ring and begins.

We walk in here as the rookie underdogs against Darkside. Look at us now, I-dubs! LOOK AT US NOW!

Dallas Sampson raises his big paw in the hand with a confident smile formed on his lips.

Darkside hit us with some good ones, can't knock that. But at the end of the match it just wasn't enough to contain the youth of Jordy and I. We did enough to knock them around and get the pin fall victory. We knew we would have to not only earn the respect of the fans of our sport, but also the men and women out back who compete every night. We came in here tonight and we earned that respect by taking on two of the most scary mo-fo's in this town. We looked at the roster, and when we decided we wanted to make an impact, we picked Darkside. Now, we stand here victorious as a unit. Can't knock us now, can ya?

Sherill hops the top rope and walks to Sampson. He snags the microphone from the big man.

HELLZ YEAH! WE DID IT!

Not only did we do it, but we wanna do it again! We want to go at it again next week. Whether that's circle-jerkin' Darkside or one of the other teams out back, let's see some action! We know all you fans wanna see us again next week, am I right? We know it, and we wanna give it to ya, so let's get this party started!

Sherill gives the microphone back to the big man as they await a response, either from the downed team of Darkside, or one of the groups out back. Either way would provide something interesting.[/center][/b]

[DARKSIDE]

Nightmare stomps over to Dallas and snatches the mic out of his hand with a menacing snarl and a spine-chilling look in his eye. He points angrily at the two rookies as he speak to them....

You should have left the ring when you had the chance, boys. Let me advise you on something. Standing out here running your mouths after you end your matches will get you nowhere! You think you defeated me and "Doc" here tonight?? Do you?? What you did is "barely escape with your hide intact". It may count in the grand scheme, but it does not come without a price. A hefty, dire penance that you will soon be paying with more agony, pain and suffering than your softened human brains can possibly fathom![/b]

Nightmare hands the mic over to "Doctor" Death...

Agreed. You two rookies need to be taught some respect. You think you earned something tonight by beating us? HA!! We don't respect you. Take a step back and look at yourselves. Calling your opponents childish names and cracking weak jokes. Are you men, or grade school bullies? Never assume you are EVER good enough, because this world....this industry....and beings like us will rip you to pieces. Never assume the things you say won't come back to haunt you. You already started off with us on a low point with your disrespectful jabs backstage.

You need to be taught an extremely harsh and memorable lesson![/b]

**hands the mic back to Nightmare**

Indeed! And I know just the thing. I know what's going through his head! Oh....I can read Doc's mind just like a demented medical journal. You could call this..."just what the Doctor ordered" to get the message across to the two of you. It will be a mutually beneficial arrangement. You need to be humbled...and WE want a REMATCH! You might call it a "win-win", only....you two have very little chance of "winning" a match like this.

A tag team match....a hardcore tornado tag team match!

No false finishes! No lame excuses! Just us and you...and more punishment than you can possibly handle. You two "boys" need to pay some dues...and we will be here to collect our pound of flesh![/b]

Nightmare slaps the mic back into Dallas's chest and steps back to join Death by the entrance ramp side of the ring....

[SoCal Society]

The men of SoCal Society look at each other baffled, most specifically Sampson. He looks at the microphone which was pressed into his chest, his fist now holding it by it's handle. He slowly raises it up to his mouth.

What in the blue hell are you two talking about? Name calling and cracking weak jokes?

He stops and looks out to the crowd.

I mean, Sherill has a bit of a mouth on him, yeah... It's all in good fun. You guys know that, yeah?

The crowd returns his question with a slight pop. He nods before looking back to Doc and Nightmare.

I guess the part where I said we decided we wanted to make an impact so we picked the baddest guys imaginable slipped your minds... I guess you missed the part where I said you got your licks in, good shots, but they couldn't finish us at the end of it... We showed you monsters respect, cuz we feel we give what's earned in this ring. We figured, you know, you'd respect the fact that we DID survive you monsters. We survived and we won. You guys ignored all the positive we DID say 'bout you and focused on the one lil negative. Takin' a line from the other new fellas here in I-dubs, The English Bulldogs...

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL, MATE!

Before Sampson blew a gasket, which wouldn't be good since he was the calm and level headed of the two, Jordan Sherill swipes the microphone from him. He was the mouth that angered Darkside, so he would either fix this problem or pour gasoline on the fire.

Woah, woah, woah fellas! You're sayin' that us talkin' smack after a victory gets us nowhere, but what the hell does talkin' smack get you after a loss? Verbal diarrhea gets you further in life, but only if you lose? My minds scrambled! And then you, the losers of tonight's bout are pickin' the match for next week because you want no false finishes? Last I check, and I'm sure big Dally can confirm this as he was watchin' too as he pulled off the pin... One of you had their back to the mat for the one-two-three while the other watched on unfazed! I was standing there ready for you, I was ready to preserve the pin. You didn't even contest me! We're wrestlers, not medieval knights. We use wrestling moves that took time to perfect, not weapons that any Jim, Joe or Steve could figure out! Sounds weak to me!

Dallas shakes his head and takes the microphone back.

I'm still a little rattled by you thinking I'm a disrespectful man, so I'll make the response to your challenge short and sweet. Yes.

The crowd lights up at the idea of such a match occurring next week. Normally a hardcore tornado tag match would be a PPV quality match, but the I:W fans got a mega match for free on regular cable! What a steal of a deal![/center][/b]

[DARKSIDE]

Death just shakes his head and Nightmare motions to him to follow him out of the ring. As he turns to step through the rope and exit, Death looks back to Dallas....

Wise decision, big man. At least one of you seems to have some sense. You both still have so much you don't understand![/b]

With that, Darkside departs from ringside and begin on their way up the entrance ramp...