*While Dusty J may enjoy the great outdoors or this nice day, his counterpart Gregory Dixson is most certainly not. Greg is trying to assemble the tent amidst numerous mosquito bites and the fact that he stepped in some fecies along the way to the campsite. Contrary to Dusty, he is not that big of an outdoors fan, as a matter of fact, he hates it. When he was younger he burnt his marshmellow over the fire, and that was it for him and camping. Dusty somehow convinced him to come along, maybe it was the promise that there would be a number of attractive young women who liked overweight 35 year old men, wow, in hindsight, he can't believe that he fell for that. Not that Greg wasn't a nice enough man, but that hardly means anything in this world we live in, where beauty rules all. Dusty has women fawning over him constantly, but still can't get poor Greg hooked up, and the only way to get him here was with that promise...oops. Greg sets up the tent seemingly perfect and gets in, then it collapses on him. Dusty looks at the heap and sighs.*

Greg man, come on, get out of their, you're looking like Shawn Hunt.

*Greg pokes his head out from the tent.*

What do you mean?

You know, it looks like you're hiding for dear life.

*Greg gets out of the tent rubble and brushes himself off. He turns to look at it and shakes his head.*

Well, that was a completely disastrous attempt at tent building.

I'd say so.

So now what?

You try again?

Oh man.....I don't know if I can tolerate any more of this nature stuff, I hate it.

Well, one more and then if you mess up again i'll do it, deal?

Deal.

*Greg goes back over to the tent and, for seemingly the 80th time today, tries to assemble it properly. Dusty begins putting the logs in the pit in preparation for their fire tonight. He walks over to the cooler and takes out a bottle of Gatorade and quenches his thirst. *Product Placement*

So has Shawn Hunt said anything yet Dust?

Not from what I know, and that means either one or two things. One, he doesn't like talking trash and would rather do his business in the ring... or two, which I believe, he's too far up Devastator's ass hiding until after Rage that he can't talk.

You really think so?

Yeah I really think so, look at it this way, what wrestler in EFW talks more trash...and doesn't back it up by the way....than Devastator? Nobody. So his number one lackey/lover figures to be the exact same way, right? Afterall, that's how the UWF operates, talk trash, no backing it up, and paying off that slimeball Jake Snypes to cheat for them.

Yeah, it makes sense. Do you think Hunt is going to try and cheat in your match?

That's like asking if Not at Fault is the greatest band ever, it's an obvious YES. But you know, I can't put my finger on exactly what he's going to try to pull.

Maybe his UWF guys are going to try and run in, distract the official while one of them clobbers you with a chair?

You're right, maybe I should have DHW come to ringside with me?

You really should talk to them, give them a call.

I don't have my cellphone with me, remember we are in the great outdoors and I said no electronics, damn, my own rule bit me in the ass.

Well don't worry about it, when we see them next you can just talk then, it's no biggie.

Yeah....hey....are you done with that tent yet?

*Dusty turns around from his great view of the lake to a not so great view of Greg Dixson tangled up in tent. Poor Greg just looks miserable as he trips and falls over one of the steaks. Dusty walks over and helps Greg up.*

You know what Greg, how about we just forget about setting the tent up for now? Afterall, you might die before you can actually get it right. I'll do it later.

So do you think Shawn Hunt can beat you?

Why would I have any reason to think so? He hasn't said anything except behind my back, he's not shown anything that would leave me to believe he could beat Tommy Spinks, let alone me a credible wrestler. In typical UWF faction, he's too much talk and not enough action. Why do you think i'm out here camping when I could be training? Because I don't need to. We're not competing in a talking out of your ass contest, it's a wrestling match, therefore, I have the inside edge, due to my actual wrestling ability and his lack thereof.

Yeah. He does seem like a crock.

Tell me about it.

What about Snypes?

I have little to no respect for a man who does not respect others. The fact that he tried to sabotage the match last week just reimbursed what a lowlife he is, I don't like him, and I never will.

*After those words, Dusty and Greg decide to try their luck catching dinner. They both are sitting on their lawnchairs that they brought, testing their luck with the fishies today. If they can't catch anything, they pretty much have no backup plan except the smores stuff they brought with them. Greg gets a bite and begins tugging as hard as he can to catch the fish. He reels it in, but it turns out to not be a fish. It's actually a copy of the Russ/Jeremy porn video. Disgusted, Greg throws it across the lake where Danny Robes catches it and immediatly unzips.*

Well that wasn't exactly something anybody that isn't a flaming homosexual would want.

I'd say so...maybe you should have given it to Shawn Hunt.

Yeah, ha ha. All jokes aside though, at Rage, it is indeed on. I'm going to prove to him what we do here in EFW, and that is kick ass, put on great matches, and most importantly, have the right guys battling it out for the Worlds title at Elite Heat. It is my shot, my chance, my opportunity, and no bloody new guy that supposedly has previous success is going to come and take it away, i'm not going to let it happen Greg. He doesn't even deserve to be in the match against me, look at the guys who have been here and have actually done something to deserve a chance. TJ RocKeR, Peligro, Dirk Bentley, Ryan Kullin, I can go through them all. The fact of the matter is that Shawn Hunt is going to be nothing more than my personal whipping boy. We're going to be in France, and that's appropriate, because i'm like a fancy French quisine and he's Hamburger Helper. Speaking of which....we need to catch some food.....I think I got a bite!

*Dusty reels in a pretty nice sized fish for the guys to eat with their smores for dinner. Before night falls, Dusty sets up the tents as Greg watches on, wondering how the hell he could possibly have screwed up something so easy. The guys then eat their fish and smores and talk throughout the night about everything from music to wrestling.*