[Christian Underwood]

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[Christian Underwood]

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[Despayre]

 It was just another quiet and calm night in the suburbs of the 'City of Sin' known as Las Vegas, Nevada. It had been a long, eventful day for Despayre as his Grandma had spent the week visiting, and with much bemusement, Synn had left the vast majority of his son's 'entertainment' up to her while he went about his normal routine of dealing with the real estate market, his foremost source of income, and working on the sidelines, negotiating contracts for Despayre's wrestling appearances. A task easier said than done.

Synn knew full well of his son's preference for tag team matches, and he was dead set against having to work in straight up one-on-one encounters. Still, trying to find a happy medium was a daunting task, ever since Despayre's past two tag team partners got injured in the line of duty and had to step out of active wrestling circles. Not a day goes by where Despayre doesn't ask Synn when Gabriel will be returning to the ring, despite the two 'brothers' still keep in constant contact, over the phone, Skype as well as in person (though not as often as Despayre might prefer). And when injuries happened to Rage inside of the ring, halting their time together as a tandem, it started to sink into the poor kid's mind that perhaps teaming with him had become something of a jinx.

It was difficult for him to say good-bye to his Grandmother, and he shed many shameless tears as he waved to her while she stepped into the security line at the Las Vegas International Airport just a scant few hours ago, and he remained, with Synn by his side, until the plane finally took off. Only then did Despayre deign to Synn's request that they now head home.

Which was where we found him now, curled up on the sofa in the front room of his home. It was just after two in the morning and Angel had 'talked' him into a game of channel roulette. Close your eyes, click a button on the remote, and whatever channel you hit, then that was what he had to watch. It turned out he ended up picking a marathon of hit reality show, 'Hell's Kitchen'. Despayre found himself somewhat enjoying the program, even if the head cooking guy had something of a potty mouth -- not to mention a temper problem.

Still, he was able to watch only so many episodes before his eyes grew weary, his emotions still running high from his Grandma leaving to head back to Canada. Quite simply, the poor kid was worn out and with Angel curled up in his arms, he had fallen asleep.

It was where Synn had found him. Having some difficulties sleeping himself, Synn had gotten up and found Despayre not to be in his room. He heard the sound of the television and the light flickering from the living room on the darkened walls from upstairs, and so he went to investigate. Synn stepped into the living room and immediately his eyes fell on the peaceful sight of his son sleeping so calmly, the dried tear stains still lying heavily on his cheeks. He always reacted this way any time his visiting Mother or Grandmother had to leave. It was also a reason why Synn was working so hard on convincing his mother, Margaret, to moving to Las Vegas.

Synn walked up and carefully nestled Despayre's arm lightly. Calm as Despayre was a great portion of the time, there was simply no telling when or where anything might set his unstable mental capacities off. Gabriel had once made the grievous error at waking Despayre up from what must have been a traumatic nightmare and in the end, had to call Synn in to help him calm the little guy down before anybody got hurt.

"Joshua?" Synn said as quietly but as firmly as he dared. "Joshua. Come now. It's time to get into your own bed."

Despayre, clearly still half asleep, whined and curled up into  tight ball, pulling the teddy bear tighter against his thin chest.

"Joshua. Come on."

Synn sighed and saw that perhaps he was fighting a losing battle. He did not like for people to sleep on the sofa, for the potential damage it might do to the cushions. Besides, they had quite enough guest rooms to house anybody who wished to stay over.

Still, when was the last time Synn was able to tell Despayre 'no'? Synn shook his head and reached down and started to pull his son's shoes off, and went to get a blanket...



Morning could not have come any sooner... well it could have if you weren't the one who had stayed up late watching TV and debating with your teddy bear which random commercials could lure you into making the idle purchase they went for.

In the house's kitchen, Theresa poured a fresh cup of coffee for Synn and went back to the stove to finish preparing their breakfast. Yes, by 'their' I am referring to not just the men of the house, but Theresa as well. To them, she was not simply an employee, but also a member of their rather extended family. As such, not only did she live with them to better take care of the home, but it was Synn's 'rule' that she also eat all meals with them as well.

"Morning." Despayre mumbled, walking into the kitchen much like a zombie. His clothes from yesterday still on his person, his hair disheveled and sleep still obviously in his system.

Good morning Joshua." Synn stated amicably as Theresa greeted him with similar words, pausing from her cooking to fetch a glass of his usual way to start his morning - chocolate milk.

"You look a fright." The housekeeper said but made sure to smile so as he'd understand she was simply teasing.

Despayre glanced up from blowing bubbles through his straw in his milk and a twinkle in his gray eyes told her he did, in fact, understand.

'Why don't you go get freshened up and changed?" Synn suggested. "It'll still be awhile before breakfast is ready."

Despayre murmured a half hearty "Alright."

He wandered off out of the kitchen, but once out of the sight of Synn, he did not immediately head for his room upstairs. Instead, he made a quick detour back into the living room where he grabbed a piece of scratch paper with a 1-800 number scrawled on it. Something last night had caught his eye.

Despayre's eyes winked open and stared into the flickering lights of the television screen as a commercial aired for a set of Looney Tunes commemorative plates. Everyone knows that these sort of items will double, sometimes even triple in value! The moment that 1-800 number flashed across the television screen, Despayre hurriedly shifted himself so that he could scribble the number down onto the nearest piece of paper.</color>

Despayre opened up his bedroom door and walked straight for his cordless phone on the small desk he had stationed in the corner of his room, just beside his book shelves and DVD and Blu-Ray shelving units. He had time for a quick phone call before he got ready for his day. He sat Angel down on the desk, right beside his desktop keyboard, and picked up the phone to dial...

After two rings, the line was answered.

The operator said, "Thank you for calling Golden Age Memorabilia. My name is Janet. How can I assist you today?"

Despayre said, "Yes! I want to order your Looney Tunes Commemorative plates!"

The operator said, "A very good choice sir. Please identify yourself."

Despayre frowned and pulled the phone away from his ear and stared into it. He looked away and shrugged at Angel. These operators knew what they were doing, he hazarded a guess.

Despayre then said into the phone again, "Okay, just a sec."

He did an immediate u-turn and walked back out of his bedroom and down the hall. He set foot inside one of the two upstairs restrooms and flipped the light on. Gazing into the mirror at his reflection, he did as the operator instructed and said, "Yes it's me alright!"

The operator paused herself for a moment and then said, "I beg your pardon?"

"Oh no need to apologize." Despayre said. "I'm looking at my mirror. It's me."

The operator said, "But ... I can't see the mirror."

"Oh?" Despayre said. "Do you need glasses?"

"I'm wearing glasses." She stated matter-of-factly.

"Really?" Despayre asked. "Well then it's obvious that you need stronger ones then."

"What I need," The operator answered. "... is another form of identity."

Despayre asked, "Will my passport work?"

The operator said, "No."

"Ok, let me get my dad." Despayre said. "He'll tell you I'm me and no one else."

And before the operator could utter a protest or line of reasoning, Despayre forgot all about getting changed and ran out of the bathroom to fetch his dad.



Despayre never was the patient type. Case in point: the next day after Synn helped him place his order, he had already started harassing the postman for his package -- despite the fact the operator told him it might be well over a week to arrive. Under most circumstances, this might not be such a big deal. For some odd reason, Despayre had taken a severe disliking toward their regular postman but the older man took the boy's actions with good nature, and a bit of a challenge in his old age.

But this week they had a fill-in while their usual postman was on vacation, and who knew how this man might react to Despayre's harassments and torments for his package?

"Joshua." Synn said. "Come here. We need to chat."

It was noon, and nearing time for the postman to arrive, and Despayre dropped the curtains back into place from where he had been peeking outside, watching and waiting.

"Uh oh." Despayre observed. "That doesn't sound good."

'I suppose that would depend on the manner in which you take this news." Synn said. "Now come on." He patted the cushion on the sofa beside himself where he sat, invitingly. "I need to tell you something."

"Alright." Despayre said as he slowly maneuvered himself around the coffee table and took a seat where Synn indicated, keeping a wary eye on his father. "Is this about those library books Angel chewed on? My plates weren't canceled, were they!?"

"No, they weren't." Synn sighed. "But I wish you'd be more selective with what yo spend your money on Joshua."

"What do you mean?" He asked. "I'm a very discriminative shopper."

Synn said, "You bought a collection of unbreakable plates to see if you'd be able to break them."

"And I did!" Despayre said proudly.

"Indeed." Synn said. "But this is more about your match coming up for SCW."

"I have a match?"

Synn nodded. "You do. It's a tag team match, against..."

"No."

"No?"

"Uh uh." Despayre shook his head. "I can't have any more tag team matches."

"And..." Synn arched a brow. "Because why?"

"Because..." Despayre huffed as if his father had just asked the most ludicrous question imaginable. "Gabriel isn't ready to compete again yet, and Rage is still hurt. They're the only two guys I could team with. Gabriel especially. But Rage was alright ... I guess."

"I'm certain Rage will be pleased for such glowing feedback." Synn smiled. "But you have been signed to wrestle JT Starr and Michael Hardy."

"Who?"

"Two newcomers to Sin City Wrestling." Synn said. "Both with great credentials, but neither of whom I think you'll have any trouble against."

"I can't." Despayre stated urgently. "I don't have a partner. I don't want a new partner! It's not you... is it?"

Synn shook his head and chuckled, "No, Joshua. It's not me."

"Oh good!" He saw the frown on his dad's face and quickly said, "I mean, I loved teaming with my dad, but every time someone teams with me, they get hurt." He shrugged. "I don't want my dad to get hurt just so I can wrestle."

"That's a very commendable attitude, Joshua." Synn said. "Thank you. But I have told you before, repeatedly, that you are not a jinx."

Again, Despayre shrugged a second time.

"It's not Angel, is it?" Despayre paused then shook his head. "No. He would have told me."

"Actually Joshua," Synn started to say. "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. It's..."

Suddenly the home's doorbell rang and Despayre jumped up, cutting off all talk about his match for the Supercard, and his 'supposed' new partner.

"Oo! Mail's here!" Despayre ran out of the front room before Synn could stop him. Synn just sat there and listened as the front door was flung open and almost immediately, the high pitched voices of the postman and Despayre were heard all the way from the inside of the living room.

Whatever happened or was said, Despayre obviously came out on top as the sight of the mailman running down the walk was seen through the living room window, and Despayre walked back into the front room with a handful of mail, none of which was his much anticipated package.

Synn said as Despayre handed him the mail, "Joshua, the postman is a federal employee. You have to be careful or else you'll get in trouble if he tells on you."

Despayre shook his head and smiled, "He won't tell!"

"Oh?" Synn started rifling through the envelopes. "What makes you so certain?"

Despayre stated simply, "I have pictures of him and Mrs. Feldman down the street."

Synn stopped examining the mail and looked up at Despayre who was rocking back and forth on his heels.

Synn asked, "How did you get ... Joshua, you don't know how to use the camera."

"Right!"

Synn asked, "So how did you get ... oh, of course. Angel."

Despayre shook his head and said, "Nope! He's worse with the camera than I am."

"Then who took them for you?" Synn asked.

Theresa walked into the front room, ready to tell them lunch was ready, and she shrugged.

She said, "Eh. He gave me five bucks."

Synn looked again to Despayre who smiled and nodded quickly.

[Nick Jones]

 As the scene opens up, it seems as though we may all finally be getting the answer to the question of who, if anyone, will be taking the place of Despayre's "Mystery Partner".  With the other participants of the match having already been heard from, the process of elimination would suggest that this must be where that secret is finally revealed.  So the question now is, who is it?  The shot moves down the busy streets of Los Angeles as he moves all around, seemingly zeroing in on the answer to that question over time.  As it moves along, it eventually reaches a more residential area, turning down a side street and passing by a line of houses down the block.  The shot eventually moves into one very familiar home before then going straight inside.  The camera shot takes a quick dart through the home, immediately landing on a rather extensive home gym which appears to be currently in use.  Between the lighting and the camera angle, it can not be seen who is there at first, but the camera slowly but surely continues to move closer and closer, eventually showing an outline of the person in question as the shot is coming from behind.  It is at that point the camera then pans around to show a view from the front of the man who is in the midst of his workout and it turns out to be the very familiar face of none other than... Nick Jones!

Nick:  Alright, I think that's enough for today.

Nick drops the dumbbells down that he was using and lets out a deep breath.  As the scene pans out a bit, it quickly comes apparent that he's still working his way back from his various extensive injuries, as the fact that he was only seen doing an upper body workout does not appear to be a coincidence, as Nick still has his left leg bandaged up and is very slow to get up, using the workout to push himself up in the process.  Nick grabs a towel off a nearby rack and wipes himself, and his equipment, down quickly before heading to the nearby staircase.  Nick heads up the stairs slowly, holding the handrail the entire time, as he eventually reaches the top, emerging out and making it clear that this gym is in the basement, as the ground floor of Nick's Los Angeles home is quickly recognizable.  Nick heads straight into the kitchen and goes into the fridge, grabbing a shake from out of there before plopping down in a chair at the kitchen table.  Nick starts to drink the shake as, just a moment later, Nick's loveable cousin, Bernard "Big B" Jones, comes waltzing in.

Big B:  Hey cuz!

Nick:  Hey B, how's it going?

Big B:  Good, was just getting everything set back up in the room.  How about you?

Nick:  Not too shabby I guess.  Slowly but surely working my way back into ring shape.  So you happy to be back?

Big B:  You betcha!  I have to admit, it was really weird not being around all you guys for so long.  I really missed you guys... all of you, even Jimmy!

Nick:  Wow, that's saying something.  I never would have thought that I would say this, but I've got to admit it... I'm actually glad to have you back, buddy.

That comment brings a big smile to B's face, as he then quickly rushes right over to Nick and grabs him in a big hug.  Nick, seeing it coming just before it's too late, quickly braces himself for the overzealous nature of his extremely large cousin.  As B lets go, Nick shoots him a bit of an awkward and just sort of nods at him.

Nick:  Now let's not go and make me regret all of this, ok?

Big B:  Whatever you say cuz.  I guess I'll go back and finish unpacking now.

Nick:  Do what you gotta do.

Nick turns in his seat towards the chair, leaning up on the table as he continues to drink his shake.  Big B turns and goes to leave, but just before walking out of the kitchen he suddenly stops.  B starts to turn back towards Nick but then stops himself again and goes to turn to leave once more, but seems conflicted as he goes back and forth while not making a definitive move.  Nick notices this and after watching in confusion for a few moments, he finally interjects.

Nick:  Did you have something else you wanted to say?

Big B:  Um... I don't know.  Why do you ask?

Nick:  Are you kidding me?  I can read you like a book, and I sure as hell know when you've got something going on in that big empty noggin of yours, so why don't you just go ahead and spill it, alright?

Big B:  Well it's not... it's just.  I, um... could you help me with something.

Nick seems a bit hesitant to respond as he looks at B rather cautiously before slowly responding with an uneasy tone to his voice.

Nick:  I suppose so... I guess.  What could you possibly want my help with?  It's the same damn room you were in a few months back, I can't imagine unpacking in it should be all that hard.

Big B:  No, no.  It's not that.  It's just... it's something else.

Nick:  Alright... shoot.

Big B:  Well, I was hoping for some advice.

The hesitant look from Nick turns to one of complete confusion as B says this, and Nick's voice reflects that confusion as well as he responds to Big B.

Nick:  You want advice......... FROM ME?!?

Big B:  Yeah, would you mind?

Nick:  I guess not.  I mean, if that's what you really want.  You're sure this is advice that you're looking for and it's from me you want to get it from?

Big B:  Yeah, of course!  Come on cuz, you always seem to have an answer for everything!

Nick:  Oh, don't get me wrong, I always absolutely know what I'm doing, why I'm doing it, and how it's the right thing to be doing, at all times.  It just doesn't seem like for the kind of things YOU would typically be looking for advice on, that I'd be the kind of person who would be giving advice about it.  Get what I'm saying?

Big B:  Yeah, I guess.  But this is different.  It's about wrestling.

Nick:  Alright, fair enough.  So what's the deal?

Big B:  Well first I need to give you some back story in order to understand.

Nick rolls his eyes as soon as he hears this, but opts not to interrupt or say anything, instead allowing B to continue on.  At this point B proceeds to tell the entire back story behind the recent career of his close friend Despayre, most specifically centering around what has happened regarding to his tag team partners, having lost or had injured all of them in recent times.  As B opts to cover this story in great detail, it happens to carry on for quite a long period of time, as Nick gradually starts to become more bored looking while also clearly paying less attention to what B is saying.  At some point, with Nick looking to be in a complete haze, he suddenly snaps out of it and looks back to B, who is still continuing on, before finally cutting him off mid-sentence.

Nick:  Alright, listen;  I know I owe not only you, but your little buddy too, and I'm really making an effort here to try to be as nice as tolerable, but is all of this really necessary?  Is there any way you could just get to the point here?  Because frankly, I pretty much stopped listening at least five minutes ago now.

Big B:  Oh, right.  Um... ok.  Well anyway, the point was that given everything that has been going on, Despy has himself booked for a tag team match this Sunday at My Bloody Valentine and he doesn't have himself a tag team partner.  And if that wasn't bad enough, he refuses to even look for one!

Nick:  Ok, I hear what you're saying.  So what exactly are you looking for advice from me on in this whole mess?

Big B:  What should I do about this?  I was figuring I could try to find a tag team partner for Despy since he won't do it himself, but I don't even know where to start.

Nick:  Really?  You don't have any ideas whatsoever of who could possibly team with Despayre on Sunday?

Nick glares straight at Big B the entire time as he's saying this, making it rather obvious he's indicating that Big B consider taking on the role himself.  B is clearly oblivious to this though, as he scratches his head while thinking it over for a minute before shaking his head.

Big B:  Nope, not a clue.

Nick:  Really??? REALLY?!?  Come on man, just stop and think about it for a second.  I know that's not the easiest thing in the world for...

Nick catches himself mid-sentence, realizing the tone of his comment as he makes an effort to be less aggressive towards his cousin.

Nick:  I mean, think it over for a minute, I'm sure you can come up with something.

Big B:  I don't know cuz, I've been trying and I guess I had a few ideas, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized none of them are really going to work.  That's why I wanted to come to you for advice, I knew you'd be able to come up with something.

Nick:  I'm sure you can do this yourself B.  You know... you can do this yourself.

Big B:  You really think so?

Nick:  I think that's kind of already been proven, don't you?

Big B:  Maybe you're right.

Big B stops and thinks about it for a moment, glaring off into nothingness the entire time, before eventually looking back to Nick while shaking his head.

Big B:  Nope... I got nothing.

Nick puts his face down into his hands, clearly disgusted by how oblivious B is to the point Nick is trying to get across here.

Nick:  You're over-thinking this, B.  Just stop for a moment.  Now think about someone who Despayre knows well.  Who YOU know VERY well.  Someone who is very, VERY close by.  Someone who has all of the makings for a very easy choice to be Despayre's tag team partner.  Imagine if it were as simple as looking in a mirror.

Big B:  Wait, you're not saying...

Nick:  I think you're finally getting it.

Big B:  But are you sure about this?

Nick:  Sure, why not?

Big B:  I'm not going to lie, I had thought of it myself, but I thought I might be pushing my luck.

Nick:  Come on, don't think like that.  No reason to be so paranoid.

Big B:  I guess you're right.  Although if I'm being honest, when I first decided to ask you about this, I was hoping you would bring this up yourself.  I was kind of scared to ask what you thought about it, but knowing that you came up with it on your own makes me feel that much better.

Nick:  No reason to be scared, I think it's clearly the most obvious solution to this little conundrum of yours.

Big B:  I just didn't want to turn this into a problem is all.  You know, with the whole stepping back into the ring thing.

Nick:  Now you're just making a bigger deal out of this than it is.  It's certainly not like it would be the first time.

Big B:  Yeah, I guess that's true, I just don't think anyone expected it to be this soon.

Nick:  Bah, who cares what anyone else thinks.  Just gotta make it happen.

Big B:  You know what?  You're right!  Man cuz, this is just so exciting!  I can't believe you're really going to be Despayre's tag team partner!!!

Nick:  Yeah.

Big B:  I'm going to go call him right now!

Nick is clearly not listening to closely to what Big B has said, as he sort of mindlessly nods along as Big B gets up and leaves the kitchen table.  However, just a moment later it seems to click with Nick as his eyes go wide and he spins around to look off in the direction Big B just went.

Nick:  Wait... WHAT?!?

Nick uses the back of the chair to push himself off and goes charging off after B, hobbling along after him as he moves as fast as possible while still having clear issues with his leg.  As Nick chases after Big B, he screams for him as well in the process.

Nick:  YOU, YOU BIG IDIOT!!!  I WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU, NOT ME!!!

Nick gets out of the kitchen and now heads down one of the side hallways, looking all around trying to figure out why way Big B went.

Nick:  GET BACK HERE!  GET YOUR BIG STUPID A...

Nick then turns a blind corner and just as he does, collides straight into a returning Big B, a move which knocks Nick straight to the floor with one quick shot.  B quickly reaches down and grabs his cousin, pulling him back up to his feet.

Big B:  Sorry about that cuz.  I couldn't hear what you were saying thought... what was that?  Something about my big what?

Nick:  Never mind that now, there was just one very important thing, it seems you and I had a bit of a misunderstanding back there in the kitchen.

Big B:  Why, what's that?

Nick:  I was NOT agreeing to be Despayre's partner for My Bloody Valentine!

Big B:  What?  Why not?!?

Nick:  Is that even a serious question?

Big B:  Does it have to do with your injuries?

Nick:  You know what?  Yeah, let's just blame it on the fact that I'm not yet cleared to return to the ring.

Nick then quietly mumbles under his breath.

Nick:  Although I would never do it anyway.

Big B:  What was that?

Nick:  Oh, um... nothing.  Just that I won't, I can't do it.

Big B:  But you said...

Nick:  What I said was that there was someone right nearby who knew Desp and would make a good partner.  Someone that was closer that you might realize.  You know, even saying that it would be like looking in a MIRROR.

Big B simply stares blankly at Nick, still clearly not getting it.

Nick:  ... a mirror!

The blank stare continues as Nick is growing continually more frustrated, now starting to poke Big B in the chest.

Nick:  YOU!!  I was talking about YOU!!!

Big B:  Yeah, and I'm the one trying to help him.

Nick:  Oh brother.

Big B:  No, I'm your cousin.

Nick:  Please stop.

Big B:  Okay.

Nick:  So let's back up here.  What I'm saying is that what you, Big B, can do, PERSONALLY DO, is not just find him a partner, but actually help him yourself.

Big B:  Isn't that what I"m doing by finding him a partner though?  How else can I help?

Nick:  BY BEING HIS TAG TEAM PARTNER!!!

Big B:  Who?

Nick:  YOU!  YOU! BERNARD "BIG B" FRIGGIN' JONES!!!  BE HIS DAMN TAG TEAM PARTNER!

Big B:  Me?!?  His partner?!?

Nick:  For the love of God, yes!

Big B:  I'm not a real wrestler though.

Nick:  Are you kidding me?  You've been in the business for over a decade now and are as big, tall and strong as any son of a bitch in this company.  You've gotten yourself in plenty of fights, been dragged into the ring countless times before and now even had yourself multiple official matches.  For crying out loud, you have even teamed with Despayre before!  Trust me, I remember... I was freakin' there!

Big B:  Oh, well... I guess that's all true.  I hadn't really thought of that.

Nick:  Forget thinking about it, just do it!

Big B:  You know what?  You're right!  Why didn't you mention that earlier?

Nick lets out a loud sigh of disgust as he shakes his head, not even responding to B, who is also quite oblivious to Nick's reaction, instead continuing on in his excited ways.

Big B:  I've just got to talk to Despy about this.  I'm sure he'll love it!  Thanks cuz!!

Nick:  Yeah, yeah.  Whatever.

Big B runs off out of the house as Nick turns and makes his way into the living room, plopping down on the couch and turning on the TV as he continues to simply shakes his head as the scene eventually fades away.

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The scene opens back up in the backstage area at the Star of the Desert Arena before the start of My Bloody Valentine.  As the shot shows one of the backstage catering areas, one of the sights that stands out from the crowd is SCW favorite Despayre, who is feverishly pacing back and forth throughout the area, with Angel sitting in a chair nearby, seemingly watching Despayre intently.  A few moments later, Despayre stops as he is suddenly joined by his good friend, Big B.  B steps right in front of Despayre wearing a huge smile across his face as he does.

Big B:  Hey buddy!

Despayre looks up at B with a rather grim look on his face as he responds rather quietly.

Despayre:  Oh, hi Bernie.

Big B:  What's wrong?

Despayre:  It's just this whole gosh darn tag team partner thingamajig.  I don't like it one darn bit!

Despayre lets out a big huff before thinking about what he just said and continuing on.

Despayre:  Sorry for the potty mouth, this whole thing has me upset.

Big B:  I know how you feel, sometimes we all just let our emotions get the best of us.  But I've got some good news, I think I have a solution to that whole thing.

Despayre:  Oh really?  Great!  What is it?

Big B:  I've got someone who can be your tag team partner!

While Big B is very excited about this, the look on Despayre's face quickly changes to a scowl as he quite clearly is not pleased with that response from B.

Despayre:  No!

Big B:  What do you mean?

Despayre:  That's the whole point.  Enough is enough!

Big B:  But you need a partner for tonight, don't you?

Despayre:  That's what everyone keeps telling me, but I've already said it before, I don't want another new partner!

Big B:  Well that's the best part.  This technically wouldn't even really be a new partner.  It's someone you've worked with before and already know really, really well.  And best of all, he's already right here and ready to go!

Big B stands there with a huge smile across his face as Despayre stops and thinks it over, stroking the nonexistent beard on his chin in the process, before eventually starting to slowly nod at the thought.

Despayre:  You know, that might not be such a bad idea after all.  I can't believe I never even thought of it myself.  The only thing is I really ought to ask him first.

Big B looks confused, given that he's the one who brought it up himself, and opens his mouth to reaffirm his interest in being Despayre's tag team partner, but before he can get a word in, Despy is quick to continue on.

Despayre:  So no offense, but it's only right that Angel and I have this conversation in private.  Thanks for the suggestion, I'll let you know how it goes!

With that, Despayre runs over and grabs Angel from the nearby chair and runs off, leaving behind a very confused Big B standing there all on his own, scratching his head.

Big B:  Jeez, I guess spending all this time around Nick again I'm starting to pick up his tendency to unnecessarily confuse everyone.  I better go clear this up.

Big B goes off after Despayre, running out of the scene in the process, as it slowly fades to black.