'THE CLEANER' KENNY OMEGA;
"JE-SUS CHRIST! It figures you would stick your nose where it doesn't belong! You rats just come scurrying in like you think you're the fuckin' cops or something! Well sorry to tell ya', but not tonight buddy. You don't have a warrant-... do you? No? Good- then hit bricks you intrusive prick! What makes you think we want you and that thing in our damn faces all the time?"

'Crew Member' Mike;
"Sir- I am so sorry, but the folks up at WWE Headquarters thought you might-"

'THE CLEANER' KENNY OMEGA;
"Blah, blah, blah- we don't wanna' hear it. You guys thought you could snoop around and see what The Bullet Club was up to next. How we intend to retaliate on those sons of bitches who tried to make fools of us on Smackdown!-... am I in the ballpark? I thought as much. SO!- you all want to have a little sit-down with the Bullet Club? Fine, we can do that. Here, let me just take this off of your hands pal"

The camera man tries to protest but it does no good. Like it or not Kenny Omega takes the camera from the verbally flustered crew guy before turning his back on him and going into the room. The sound of the camera man protesting the idea could still be heard until Kenny slams the hotel room door shut in the dude's face. That seemed to shut him up. The view the fans got now was a bit disorienting. Omega used one hand to fan a small cloud of smoke out of the way and the sound of possible evidence being hidden caught the well trained ears of some of the viewers. We get a glimpse of a flat screen playing the Smackdown replay- a quick glimpse of Jay Briscoe power bombing one of The Young Bucks into a chair. The Bullet Club had muted the tv but the quick glimpse was all the viewers needed to see what the topic of the night was.

'THE CLEANER' KENNY OMEGA;
"It's cool fella's, just the paparazzi wanting a little up close and personal. So, what do ya' guys think? Does The Bullet Club got a few things to get off of their chests?"

There was a bit of sarcasm in Omega's voice, but his question seemed to light a fire in The Young Bucks. Both brothers tossed down their icepacks and rose to their feet. They fought off a few groans of pain and had on confidence faces as they address the new camera man- Kenny Omega.

Both Nick and Matt take on nonchalant and uncaring posture as they pretended to consider this question; Nick scratching his chin as his brother Matt turns and reiterates the question for him.

'KILL SHOT' MATT JACKSON;
"Hmmm... what do you think, Nick? After our 'triumphant' debut last week- do you think The Young Bucks might have a little something to say?"

NNick sighed and rolled his neck from side to side while bouncing on the balls of his feet- like the question got him REALLLY hyped up.

'HIT & QUIT' NICK JACKSON;
"Does The Young Bucks got something to say?- Ooooh, I don't know. I mean, we went out to the ring and did everything that we said we would do. We wowed them with our high flying expertise. We took what had been a stale and un-interesting division and breathed some new life into it. Everything was going so well, I'm just not sure what exactly happened. Wait- never mind, I know what happened; WE GOT SCREWED! ROYALALLY FRICKIN SCREWED!"

'KILL SHOT' MATT JACKSON;
"Screwed isn't even a good enough word for it! We were boned like our names were Stacy Keibler! Someone has to be throwing her the bone- how else can you explain what went down? The entire world seen that we had that match in our hands; those two little 'Jersey Bitches' they didn't know which way to go or what move to go for next. It was like watching your high school band open up for Queen, Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd. These two curtain jerkers didn't even belong in the same arena as us! Forget about being in the ring with us, forget about being too dumb to pull curtain- these two chump stains straight up didn't belong in the joint. PERIOD! They should of never bothered to show up! They want to talk about 'SAWWWWFT'- those two little girls were limping than Ric Flair’s noodle when he is off the pill! The Young Bucks brought it to 'em like they had never had it dished out to 'em before! We did that!"

'HIT & QUIT' NICK JACKSON;
"For the last two weeks, we have been going from show to show letting the world know that The Bullet Club was here- and more importantly, that we weren't here to fuck around. We came to bust heads and to grab them brass rings in spades! And we did! From day one, we have been untouchable. They want one at a time? BOOM! We got that. They wanted to see if we still had it- fine, we'll take the fight to The Realest Guys. Not even just to them, but right to their home turf! We damn near knocked on their front doors and made ourselves at home. That is how badly we were owning those clowns. We went to the middle of nowhere, WHERE THEY MATTERED MOST!-... and Enzo and Big Cass still couldn't represent. In New Jersey, Nick and Matt Jackson were as thug as it was EVER GONNA' GET! And more importantly, we were showing not just those two buffoons but anyone who ever sat behind their computer and said 'you know, I think the Young Bucks are all talk. They can't back it up'... well, GUESS WHAT SMACKDOWN!?... we did. And we were making it look easy, too."

'KILL SHOT' MATT JACKSON;
"Everything was going just the way we wanted it to-"

'HIT & QUIT' NICK JACKSON;
"Man- he was on known those two little pussies had..."

'KILL SHOT' MATT JACKSON;
"Hey man- are we sure we wanna' go there? People might not like it"

This time it was the voice from behind the camera; the voice of Kenny Omega that piped up and ushered the interview a long in what he no doubt considered a magnificent act of journalism.

'THE CLEANER' KENNY OMEGA;
"No, fuck it- lets go there. Open that can of inbred worms known as Jay Briscoe, tell the world what really went down".

The Young Bucks look back to Omega and shrug, both not looking to sure that they want to touch on the subject of Jay Briscoe. But after an encouraging nod for Kenny they decided to just open up and lay into it.

'HIT & QUIT' NICK JACKSON;
"If we want to call it like it is; the whole world seen it! We had Enzo and Bitch Cass up on the ropes! They weren't going anywhere!- Until, wouldn't you know it? That white knight, that insecure piece of shit Jay Briscoe went and stuck his nose into a match that didn't have a damn thing to do with him! Week in and week out we had been more than happy to go to war with him and his down syndrome brother, Mark! Any night of the week they could of given us a call and we would of gladly reminded them why Briscoe chooses to work alone these days! But the fact it- he didn't. He, like the rest of the WWE Universe begged and pleaded and moaned until the higher ups in corporate gave in. You couldn't handle us as a trio, so for one week they had us split up. And we were cool with that. If Jay wanted have his head used to mop the ring by Kenny Omega; look, we didn't care. That was his business. The problem is... as soon as Briscoe got his way, he had to show just how yellow he is by jumping up"

'KILL SHOT' MATT JACKSON;
"The Briscoe Brothers have been a thing of the past for awhile now. And The Realest Guys? They simply NEVER WERE! So it comes as no surprise that these two entities would have an issue with us. They are horrified by change! HORRIFIED BY IT! And you know what? Ya' should be. Ya' should be scared. Because from the moment we kicked the door in at Summer Slam, The Bullet Club has been leaving a trail of bodies behind us! Everyone who has thought they could rattle our cages, man- they ended up going back to the locker room hurting! THAT is why we had no problem letting the Omega Man do what he does, we were more than happy to let him do his match... and us do ours. But Briscoe wouldn't have it that way- he wanted to try and take us out like the punk he is when our backs were turned! He saved Enzo and Cass last week. I'm not going to deny it- Briscoe got his shots in. But how was he looking in his match? Not as good as us, that's for damn sure! He wasn’t as well put together as The Young Bucks, and more importantly- he couldn't get the job done the way we do. Because take a look, we're still fuckin’ standing! We're still here! Still standing, walking, still talking trash! And that isn't going to change! Not last week, not this week, NEVER! The point is you failed Jay... we're sure you must be use to that by now"

'KILL SHOT' MATT JACKSON;
"This week man, you better have Bricoe's number on speed dial- because we are coming to finish what we started last week! See, because we weren't happy with that 'W' via disqualification. So we're going to snuff the rumors now and show them once and for all that Enzo and Big Cass owe their lives to Jay Briscoe! When on their own too feet- these boys start to trip and fall flat on their faces! They just do- watch 'em, you'll see! It just happens! We gave those two punks the benefit of the doubt, we went to their town and tried to see what it was all about. And we came back disappointed. This week... school is out! Class is over! We aint looking to understand ya'- we're just here to fuck you up! Put you in your places, and then move on closer and closer to those titles! So this time around, you might as well be on OUR TURF! We call the shots in that squared circle! And the next shot? It's goin' right between your eyes!"

'HIT & QUIT' NICK JACKSON;
"Last time, ladies- it was just testing the waters. Seeing how much you could take before breaking under pressure. Hey- that's what we do. We take things and we make them better. We take losers like you two, and we make people respect your matches. We take a limping tag team division, and we make it shine! But this week... when we take your heads... we'll make them bleed. We'll rattle what little brains you got left and spill them all over the canvas! This week- it's not about revamping the business. It's about kicking the shit out of two guys who should of never walked out of that match last week, much less, be given a second chance this time! This is just more of that WWE hypocrite power coming to the aid of those who don't deserve it! That's why this week... when you bleed, THEY BLEED! And when you lose... THEY LOSE! Welcome to our world... and don't think for one moment we're going to let you leave. You should of just been happy with last week. This time, thee is no way out! No one is coming to save you!"

And with that, the camera begins to pull back. Omega no doubt fooling around with buttons that he has no clue what they do. The picture began to fade out, the words of The Young Bucks making it clear that they do not intend to have a repeat of last week. This time, the war was in their hands. And they were going to make their shots count. The scene goes fully black and into a commercial.