*Dusty J had just left the room where he acted less of a teammate and more of a mediator between his "partners" Peligro and Genocide. With the upcoming Rage only days away, he wonders if it was a good idea for this match to be made, because basically, Peligro and Genocide can't get along, and he and TJ, not exactly the best of friends themselves, would have to fight the match themselves if their partners can't get their acts together. Ever since he joined DHW, Dusty looked up the veteran guys like Peligro, who was serving as color commentator for DHW at the time, and Genocide, who was still actively competing. Together, the two formed Anarchy Enterprises, and won the HVW World Tag Team straps. He always tried to talk to them as often as possible back then, as a 21 year old rookie, to get advice first hand from the guys who had accomplished so much, but now felt more like a surrogate mother to the two most rambunxious youngins' in the county. Dusty walks through the streets of downtown Los Angeles, his home since, well, forever, and passes by a small, locally owned video store. He walks in and is greeted by the store owner, a small Korean man, who, judging by the posters on the walls, hasn't changed his stock in years. Dusty walks over to the "special interests" section where all the sports videos are, that's right, this guy doesn't even have DVDs. He looks through and sees the newest video that the guy has in the section, DHWs "The Day of Slaughter", he keeps skimming through and finds HVWs old home video "The Best of Anarchy Enterprises" which features the famous shot of the two, bloodied on the ladder, on the front of the case. He sighs to himself, wondering how a once great tag team could suddenly become two bickering fools who, reluctantly, had to pair up again. He looks on through the videos some more until the store owner walks up to him.*

Dusty J?

Yeah, that's me.

It is a great honor to meet you, I am a wrestling fan see? I am a great wrestling fan.

Well hey, it's always nice to meet the fans, young and old.

Oh yes, I have been following professional wrestling for many many years, I am 54 now, but I have been a fan for much more than half of those years. I have followed every company you've worked for too, I guess you can say that I am a Dusty J mark. See? I have every DHW pay-per-view on video, including my favorite, the King of Extreme.

Yeah, I noticed that. Hey, do you happen to maybe want to sell me this "Best of Anarchy Enterprises" tape? You see, I have this match coming up where i'm teaming with...

Speak nothing of it Dusty J, I will be glad to sell you this video. I know of your upcoming 8 man tag team match with your DHW alumni, and I am hoping that you can win.

Yeah, so can I, trust me. There was this big argument a while ago between Genocide and Peligro that I was stuck in the middle of. It made me as uncomftorable as any man can be. How are we supposed to beat the UWF, let alone anybody, if two out of us four are fighting? It's impossible.

Dusty J, anything is possible if you try hard enough. You must work on the interpersonal relationships with the team, and then when everything is fixed between them, you will do much good. They were a great tag team in their day Dusty, and they have not lost it, because they are too good to lose it. These UWF wrestlers try to diminish the DHW and what it meant to the business, but what they do not realize is that DHW is bigger than anything they have ever grappled with before, it wasn't just a wrestling organization, for it was a legacy. The legacy will always live on, just as will your legend in the sport, do not lose sight of your enemy, for it comes in twofold, the UWF and your own teammates.

*Dusty nods slowly then picks up the tape and walks over to the counter, the store owner goes behind the coutner and scans the video for only $5.00. He puts it in a little plastic bag and hands it to Dusty. Dusty takes the bag and begins to head towards the door before turning back around at the store owner.*

Hey, what's your name man? My name is Bae. It is Korean for "Inspiration".

Well, thanks Bae, for everything. I'll come back one day and we'll watch some wrestling videos, you game?

It would be pleasant.

Alright, i'll see you around.

*Dusty walks out of the store and back into the street, it's now getting pretty dark. He looks around for a taxi when his cell phone begins to ring. The familiar sound of his theme song "#1" plays. He picks his phone out of its holder and answers.*

Hello?

Hey man, it's Greg. You haven't called me back, what's up? How did that little group session go?

Man you don't even want to know. By the second minute the three of us were in there those two were at each others throats and I had to play nanny. TJ is nowhere to be found, as per usual, and now i'm feeling like the odd man out that's going to have to take on the entire UWF team myself, it sucks.

Hey calm down man, just relax and everything will turn out ok, even though they aren't getting along, those two are bonafid superstars, and so are you, and so is TJ.

Well when one of them goes for a tag and it leads to fisticuffs....

Well you're going to have to bring them together somehow, but I can't think of anything.

I've got a little something that i'm going to try, and hopefully it works, or else they might turn on me.

font color= "silver"> Well just remember man, you're the leader, it's on your shoulders, and when you're in the clutch situation like this i'm sure you'll be able to pull through, how long is this going to take you?

It shouldn't be long, i'll be back at the house soon, so order the pizzas in about 20 minutes and i'll talk to you then alright?

Alright, talk to you later.

Later.

*Dusty hangs up his phone and places it back in the holder before whistling down a taxi. He gets in the cab and instructs the driver to go to the DHW meeting place, where he was sure that Peligro and Genocide were, if they hadn't already, about to rip each others throats off. The taxi stops infront of the building and Dusty pays the driver. He gets out of the cab and sees that the lights are still on, signifying that the guys are probably still there. He walks up to the front door and places the video he purchased on the doorstep. He knocks on the door a couple of times before he hears Peligro get up to answer it. Dusty runs off and is out of sight by the time Peligro sees the tape and picks it up. He walks back into the building with it. Dusty looks on from behind a bush and sighs a sigh of relief.*

Now maybe, just maybe, if the two see some of their old matches, we can get this thing rolling and on the right tracks, the same page, the same pod. We're better than these UWF guys I know it, it will just take a little bit of teamwork to prove it, we can't let our guard slip or else we're going to beat ourselves, and that's the only tandem that can take DHW down.*

*Dusty comes out from behind the bush and walks over to a different taxi, then gets in and signals for home, where Greg Dixson is waiting with pizzas and soda to watch the baseball game on ESPN.*

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