Corre V2.0

[Tony S]

||Couple of short ones this week guys. Got a lot of things running through my head right now, so I've been trying to get things together. Don't worry, everything will come out shortly. I hope you all enjoy seeing Heath again. Good luck Ben and Sam.||

The show returned backstage inside the locker room of the former EBWF World Champion, PJ Black. However, he was not alone. Along with him was his returning partner, Heath Slater. Slater, with anyone plateful of a food walked around the back of PJ, who sat on the bench as he laced up his boots. Heath lifted a drumstick of fried chicken up to his mouth and took a huge bite. With his mouth full, Heath begun to talk.

Heath Slater: Du.. Wer.. Gon.. Ki.. I...

PJ Black: What?

PJ looked back at Heath who stood there as his mouth chomped as he chewed up his food. Slater swallowed the food that was in his mouth before he spoke out again.

Heath Slater: I said, dude, we're gonna kill it.

PJ Black: Yeah, I totally didn't hear that. Maybe try not to talk when you have a mouth full of chicken.

Heath Slater: I can't help it. This catering is off the chain man. I can't get enough. This ain't no Wal-Mart brand fried chicken. It's gotta be KFC.

PJ Black: I'm sure Wes Ikeda would spring for something better than KFC.

Heath Slater: You shut your face. There's no fried chicken better than KFC.

Slater shook the half eaten drumstick in the direction of PJ.

Heath Slater: KFC is the holy grail of chicken.

PJ Black: Dude, it's fried chicken. You shouldn't be eating that shit anyways. Aren't you still trying to get a contract.

Heath Slater: No worries my brother. I basically have the contract signed already. You know Wes isn't gonna let one half of his tag team champs unsigned. Once we win tonight, I'll be signing the big money deals. All shorts of companies will be wanting to sign the "HOTTEST FREE AGENT IN WORLD" BAYBAY!!!

PJ Black: We gotta win first.

Heath Slater: That's not a problem with the former EBWF World Champion and a soon to be future EBWF World Champion.

PJ Black: You're right, I am going to get my championship back. You can bet on that.

Heath Slater: Naw man, I wasn't talking about you. I'm talking about me. I'm the future EBWF World Champion.

PJ Black: You're kidding?

Heath Slater: Naw, you did it. I'm next. Once we win tonight and become two time EBWF Tag-Team Champions, Wes will have no choice but to skyrocket me to the top and give me the next shot at the belt. Then the whole Slater family can go to the dentist for the first time. We'll all be smiling like movie stars.

PJ Black: You have big dreams there Heath.

Slater smiled as he stepped over the bench and sat down next to Black. He held up the drumstick and waved it in Black's face.

Heath Slater: That's just the start. Beulah and I want to take the entire Slater clan to get all new shoes. No frozen toes this year!!

PJ Black: You're definitely a dreamer.

Black shook his head as he knocked Slater's hand away with the drumstick.

PJ Black: But if you want all those dreams to come true, you need to get your head on straight and out of the fryer. We gotta stay focused on Noam Dar and Tyler Breeze. They may not look like much, but they've been teaming now for a while and you and I, we haven't teamed in years.

Heath Slater: Dude, we're more in sync than Sonny and Cher. We got this. You and I, we brought this tag-team division back. Without us, who even knows if there would be a division now. We started this thing, and we're going to run this thing. Naw'Mean!!

PJ Black: Sure, we brought the division back from the brink of extinction, but the division has grown since you were last here. You can't just go out there and assume that we're going to win this thing. I mean, you don't even have a contract. Do you think that it's best for business to give a championship to an subcontracted worker when they have a full fledged team in the match. You gotta be smart about this Slater. You can't just joke around and walk through matches like we did back in the day. Competition is better now, believe me. I've been fighting everyone on this roster for years. I know what I'm talking about.

Heath Slater: Don't be so uptight Justin.

PJ Black: Dude!! Get it through you head, I'm not Justin anymore. It's PJ now. PJ Black.

Heath Slater: Ain't that what the J stands for? Justin. I thought the PJ was just short for Prince Justin Black.

PJ Black: What... Prince Justin? You really thought it stood for Prince Justin?

Heath Slater: Yeah, Beulah thought it was Peanut-Butter Jelly, but I told she was crazy and she needed to put down the Elmer's.

PJ Black: IT'S JUST PJ!! OK!!! PJ BLACK!!

Slater leaned back and held the drumstick in the air, along with the plate of food.

Heath Slater: Alright man, it's PJ. I got you.

PJ Black: Now let's figure out a plan for tonight. The Gorgeous Guys won't know what hit them when Corre V2.0 is standing tall, the new EBWF Tag-Team Champions.

Heath Slater: Now see, that's the spirit. We're gonna take this all the way!! BAYBAY!!!

Slater jumped up and threw his hands in the air. His entire plate of food flew off the paper plate and landed right on top of PJ Black's head. Slater looked down at PJ and cringed. Black looked up at Slater annoyed.

Heath Slater: My bad dude...

The two men stared at each other for a few seconds before Slater lowered his hand and then dipped the drumstick into the mashed potatoes that landed on the top of Black's head. Before it could run down the side of this head. Slater scooped up the potatoes and gravy and then took a bite off the drumstick.

Heath Slater: God I love catering.

Slater chuckled as Black sat there covered in food. The scene cut out at the show returned to ringside.