[Seamus had come out holding a keg of Guinness, which had the privilege of wearing the title! Lancaster stands at the opposite side wearing his CAL Tag Team championship around his waist. He removes his Ray Bans, and for the first time in a long time, he smiled, truly content. The two men turn to walk down the ramp. Seamus hurled his keg into the ring, as the two men slid in and stood in the centre of the ring, soaking up the fans' appreciation for their efforts.]

[Diamond Lou hands the microphone off to Lancaster, as the lights come back on as normal. The fans are still on their feet as the Duke points to a couple of people with Lancaster signs. He paces around the ring once or twice, before brining the microphone to his lips to speak.]

[LANCASTER]: It's probably well known that I've been going through...Hell...in my personal life right now. And that's true...

[Lancaster frowns and pauses.]

[LANCASTER]: That's why Stephanie hasn't been escourting me to ringside as of late...and you might never see her ever again...

[The fans, mainly male, boo at the Duke's revelation. He nods his head slowly.]

[LANCASTER]: But...I do have something to fill this gap, at least somewhat, [Lancaster removes his belt and holds it up] and I intend to hold on to its services for a long time to come...

[The fans pop loudly for Lancaster as he hands off the microphone to his more boisterous tag team partner, Seamus Finnegan. A "Seamus!" chant begins as the burly Belfastman holds the mic up.]

[Seamus takes the belt off the keg of Guinness and slung it over his shoulder.]

[SEAMUS]: FECKIN' AYE!!!

[The crowd cheers loudly for one of Seamus' trademark phrases.]

[SEAMUS]: Ye know, ah've been in this business fer so many years. Ah've bled, ah've been hurt, an' ah've bled and bled some more, but ye know somethin'? [he pats the belt on his shoulder] It's all bloody worth it!!! IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK!!

[Once again the crowd cheers, as Lancaster nods his head and smiles, clapping loudly.]

[SEAMUS]: Ye know, when Robbie over here called me up a couple o'months ago, askin' me if I'd be interested in comin' back an'teamin' up wi'him, I had to think about that for a wee while. I mean, ah've had a long career, and it's been a good career. I had to think though, what was I comin' back for? Was I doin' it for myself? Was I gonna be one o'them superstars who just don't know when to hang it up? Or was I comin' back because I felt like I still had somethin' to prove? But listenin' to all o'ye out here in this arena, ah'd say it's pretty obvious why ah've come back, an' it's all because o'ye!!! THE FANS!!!

[Another loud pop comes from assembled crowd.]

[McCOY]: Listen to this suck up. He should have stayed retired.

[PAGE]: And if so you should have joined him...

[SEAMUS]: So, now yer probably all wonderin', "Well Seamus, now that yer back, now that ye and Robbie have the CAL Tag Team championships..." [he paused, and held up his CAL Tag Team belt, much to the joy of the sold out crowd] "...what's next?" Ye wanna know what's next??? DO YE??? 'Cause ah'll tell ye what's next...me an'Robbie here, we're gonna do what any fightin' champion would do, we're gonna go out there, defend our titles, an'kick some serious arse in the process, an' there isn't a goddamned thing anyone else can do about it! Feckin' Aye!!!

[The Duke motioned for the mic and starts talking once more.]

[LANCASTER]: I believe a few words are in order for the gentlemen we faced at the last Wildfire, namely SeX, and their third in their little menage-a-trois, that filthy fellow named Willy. All of you put on a hell of a show...but I must admit Seamus and I were a bit disappointed right old boy?

[Seamus nods his head. Lancaster grins.]

[LANCASTER]: We were left...a little...how shall one say...unsatisfied? You seemed to be a lot of talk, but lacking a certain...bang.

[The Duke winks at the camera playfully.]

[LANCASTER]: You gentlemen can go on and on no doubt about how "hard" you tried, and that you really believed you had come here to give it to us give it to us give it to us!

[The assembled crowd begins to laugh as Robert rolls his eyes with a smirk.]

[LANCASTER]: Unfortunately you left us hanging. Something you just don't do to the Whiskey Devils. But no matter [as Robert shrugs] we were left quite pleased by the end of the night. Don't be mistaken, you get marks for effort, you're a truly great team...and should we have the pleasure...quite...of facing you again as we head to Las Vegas...I know we won't receive an impotent reception.

And speaking of impotent, there's perhaps one man left to mention, and that's Robert Marshall.

[The fans jumped to their feet to boo and jeer the man they despised.]

[McCOY]: LISTEN to the DISRESPECT these fans are showing for our President.

[PAGE]: You must really want that raise don't you...

[McCOY]: Quiet you!

[LANCASTER]: (motioning the fans to quiet down a bit) Mr. Marshall...I would like to personally thank you on behalf of Seamus and myself for believing in us, in believing in our ability to bring back these titles to the CSWA...these titles which I know you don't give two damns about, save for the dollars they will bring to your salivating money lusting prostate. Well don't you worry, we're going to fight anyone and everyone who are worthy to contend for these belts. And, should we retain and bring them back to the CSWA, I would like to publically declare our hope and wish that the AUTHORITY be considered most highly for a shot.

[The fans burst into a raucous roar at the mention of their heros.]

[LANCASTER]: After all Marshall, it was and remains your petty vindiction for this faction that resulted in their being screwed out of a chance at these titles. Now don't get us wrong, we are more than glad to be your CAL World Tag Team champions...but I truly hope that your vindictive, cynical, aging, greying mind can see a worthy team when you see one, and I don't mean your little assembly of whores and devils, the Darkness. Deliver us a worthy team Marshall, and be assure that the Whiskey Devils will DELIVER DESTRUCTION.

[SEAMUS]: An' this goes out to all the tag teams in the CAL...ye want this??? [pointing to the belt on his shoulder] DO YE??? Well then...come an' get them! We feckin' dare ye!!! Ye bring the shitkickers, and ye can guaran-feckin-tee that the Whiskey Devils will kick the shit out of 'em!!! Feckin' Aye!!! An' if ye don't like that...[he holds the mic over towards Lancaster]

[SEAMUS and LANCASTER]: (along with the fans): POGUE MAHONE!!!

[As "Whiskey Devils" by the Mahones revvs up again, the scene switches to Page and McCoy.]

[PAGE]: Some strong words there from Lancaster and Finnegan, calling out any and every tag team here in the CAL, to bring everything they've got against the Whiskey Devils!

[McCoy shakes his head disapprovingly.]

[McCOY]: Did you hear how they blatantly singled out the Authority in that though? I wonder how much Constantine paid them to offer them a tag shot...it's Marshall's decision anyway...

[PAGE]: I suppose you still don't understand the concept of "sportsmanship" considering how they were screwed out of their shot, but anyway, we'll return right after this!

[Fade to a commercial for Ace Bandages. The offical bandage of the CSWA]

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