::[The camera opens up inside a store, that happens to be selling furniture. Tables, chairs, sofas, love seats, and beds. All of the like. As we look around, we don't notice to many people, but there is a good amount. But what's so special about this place? Well, there isn't really. Until two people walk into it. The first man is dressed rather rugged. A black t-shirt, with "Nevermore" written across his chest. Accompanying it is a pair of ripped blue jean shorts, a flannel shirt wrapped around his waist, and black combat boots. He wears a leather jacket over his shirt, and a bandanna tied around his forehead. Next to him is a man dressed in camoflauge. He has a button up, red camoflauge shirt on, that is ripped at the mid torso. and with this, is a pair of short red camoflauge shorts. On his face, he wears a pair of taped up black glasses, that have broken lenses. We know these two as Raven and "Dancin'" Stevie Richards. Raven looks solemn, but Stevie of course looks goofy. Stevie is the first one to talk.]::

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::WOOO! Look at us! We're table shopping! Just for our PPV match!

::[Raven]::Be quiet Stevie.

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::Oh, don't be a party pooper.

::[Raven]::I won't be a party pooper, if you just leave me be for a few seconds. Your constant pestering and chattering is beginning to be a pet peeve, that I won't be able to bear with any longer.

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::Oh, c'mon! You said outside of the ring I can be a fun loving guy!

::[Raven]::Can't you ever have fun, without making a fool of yourself, and embarrassing me? There's already enough people, with their fancy dress, staring at me. But with you dressed in your horrid attire, they'll be sure to stare at us even more.

::[Just as Raven says this, a crowd of people pass Raven and Stevie, and look at them like they're nuts. Stevie waves at them, as Raven just shakes his head, and begins walking. Stevie didn't realize it, but when he did, he quickly ran to Raven and started walking beside him. Every now and then, Raven would stop to look at a table, and finger every part of it. He would finger it's crevices, taking notice to the craftmanship, and the price.]::

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::Man, I just can't wait until this Sunday. Fully Loaded baby. It's gonna be the hot sh*t.

::[Raven]::Stevie, could you not talk for a minute please? I'm trying to find out the perfect table for this match. It takes a delicate balance of support, and easy accesability. We don't want it too hard, but not to soft. Nor do we want something that'll be cumbersome, and hard to tote around.

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::I know what we need for this match! I just need to get my feelings out about it.

::[Raven]::Well, sorry to say Stevie, I'm not the man for the job. I've got priorities, and I've got decisions. I can't meddle with you, and talk about your problems.

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::Oh, you're not fun! Do you ever lighten up sometimes? You're so...miserable all the time!

::[Raven]::(turns to Stevie) You want to talk about miserable? Fine Stevie, let's talk about it. For 10 hours a day, I'm stuck with a man, that wears thigh-high shorts, and a cut-off midriff shirt. This guy never knows when to keep his mouth shut, and just blabbers on about useless things, that needn't worry his little mind. But he does anyway. And when he does, he takes me down with him. I have a migraine headache, 6 of those 10 hours. The first 4 hours, I can drown out. But after that, it's impossible. And top it all off, I have to worry about a match with a tag-team, that I know can demolish that guy. Do you want to know who that guy REALLY IS Stevie? Do you?!

::[Raven looks kinda steamed, as he stares into the eyes of Stevie. Stevie looks kinda scared, but kind of in thought as well. Stevie suddenly answers.]::

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::Mr. Bigglesworth?

::[Raven just sighs, and turns back to the table. He begins looking around again, as Stevie again starts acting goofy. Eventually, a worker from the store comes up to Raven and Stevie. He's wearing a tan shirt with special desings, black pants, and brown shoes. His hair is slick with gel, and his face is kinda shiny. Raven turns to him, and glares at him. The worker laughs neverously, as he speaks up.]::

::[Worker]::Hello, my name is Joe. Can I be of service to you?

::[Raven]::Actually you can. You see...

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::WE'RE RAVEN AND STEVIE RICHARDS!! WE'RE IN ACW!! LOOK AT US!! LOOK AT US!!

::[Raven turns to Stevie, and slaps him upside the head. Raven doesn't look happy, and get's in Stevie's face, as people stare at them.]::

::[Raven]::WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!! Do you want every single person in this god forsaken place to crowd us like mongrels off of the god damn street?! We don't want to pull attention to us, because of our celebrity status! We're here for a reason, not to get your picture on East Jabip's newspaper!

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::Oh c'mon!

::[Raven]::(turns back to worker) So, do you have any tables that are kind of soft, but also kind of hard?

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::Fine, be that way. Have no fun in your life. I don't care. I'll just leave this friggin' place.

::[Raven]::Oh no you don't. I tell you when you leave.

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::What are you saying? Are you saying you own me?

::[Raven]::No, I don't own you. But for the good of our team, and for the good of your saftey, you leave when I'm done buying our table.

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::No. I'm leaving now.

::[Raven]::If you leave now Stevie, expect to never see me again. Expect to never lay eyes on me again. Expect that we'll never be friends ever in my lifetime. I brought you back too many times in my life Stevie. It's over if you turn your back on me now.

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::Fine...I won't leave. Only because I wanna win these titles real bad. Not to see you again.

::[Worker]::If you guys are done, I can show you to the perfect table for throwing the Dudley Boys through.

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::Thanks! Wait...how did you--

::[Worker]::I knew who you were since you stepped in. You guys are from ACW, I know. But it's no big deal to me. I mean, I love you guys. But I've already met a lot of high profile stars. So seeing any high profile stars like you guys, isn't as awesome anymore. 2 years ago, I'd be jizzing in my pants over you two.

::[Raven]::That's a real pretty picture. But if you don't mind, we need this table to beat the Dudleys with. Can we move with haste to our objective please?

::[Worker]::Sure thing...

::[The Worker turns, and begins walking towards the back of the store. Raven puts his hands on his flannel jacket where it's tied, resting them there, as he follows. Stevie starts dancing a bit, as he follows him too. After a short walk to the back, the reach the section of the store, where there are lots of tables like the ones that the Dudley Boys use all the time. Raven eyes them, and rubs a few as well. Stevie looks on in awe.]::

::[Raven]::Excellent. The Dudley Boys think they're going to be dishing out tables? They have another thing coming.

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::Yeah! Dudley Boys suck! HAHAHAHAHA!

::[Worker]::So, which table would you like to buy?

::[Raven keeps investigating the tables, not yet seeming to make a decision. After about a minute at looking all of them, he picks one out finally. He points to it.]::

::[Raven]::This is the one...I can feel it in my gut. This is the one that'll destroy the Dudley Boys, and put their minds on the correct path of pride and indulgance.

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::Yeah, I can feel it to Scotty. I--

::[Raven]::What...did you just call me?

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::Raven?

::[Raven]::Stevie, how many god damn times, did I say about not calling me Scotty? Do you know how much disrespect that shows me, when I want myself to be called a name, and you totally disregard it? It shows me no respect, and it shows me a lack of respect on your part.

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::I'm sor--

::[Raven]::DON'T GIVE ME YOUR APOLOGIES STEVIE!! I don't want them! You deliberately disrespected my name, and it's your fault! I could easily come up with an innumerable amounts of punishments for you Stevie. (Gets into Stevie's face) But do you wanna know what my punishment is going to actually be?

::[Stevie takes a big gulp, and looks around neverously. He than looks at Raven, and shakes his head no.]::

::[Raven]:: (Turns to Worker) Gimme the table.

::[Raven pulls out a 100 dollar bill, and gives it to the worker. He tells him to keep the change, and takes the table. He doesn't even look at Stevie, who looks like he's about to cry.]::

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::I'm sorry Raven! I didn't mean to call you Scotty! It slipped! Please! I'm sorry!

::[Still, Raven doesn't say anything to Stevie. He just takes his table under his arm, and begins to walk out of the store. They eventually end up outside, where Raven holds his arm out, and calls a Taxi. A taxi comes, and he puts the table in the trunk. Obviously, it's not a very big table, but it's big enough for the table to barely fit.]::

::[Raven]::Get in the back...

::[Raven gets in the front, as Stevie slowly gets in the back, holding his head in shame. The camera as well gets in the back with Stevie, as the driver starts to drive away. Raven sits up front, silently, as Stevie sits in the back, silently. In fact, no one says a word for minutes, before eventually, Stevie breaks the silence.]::

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::I don't see why you're mad at me! It slipped, and I said I was sorry! What else do you want from me? A dance routine?

::[Raven]::What do I want? What do I want?! You know exactly what I want Stevie. You know all my wants. You even know all my needs. You know that, me growing up on the streets, brought with me a lack of respect. People embellished in their sweet jewels, and their fancy wines, looked down upon me. Even though their intelligence was far more inferior, they still felt the need to mock me. They gave no respect. But now Stevie, I'm in a posistion where everyone respects me for who I am. And for what I've done. I spent years in Barbed Wire City, bleeding for Paul E. Heyman. I spent years in WCW, sweating for Vince Russo. And I spent months in WWF, crying for Vince McMahon. And for a little hardwork and dedication, the respect is being shown. But when people like you Stevie. People that think they're better than me, when in all actuality, I helped them all along...defame everything I worked for, it angers me. I worked for the name Raven. I worked for my posistions. And you flush it down the toilet. You in the store, showed no respect, just like the Dudley Boys. They think they're the big boys on campus, because of a past reputation. But their reputation, exceeds no farther than studdering, throwing people through tables, and talking about the bible. But take away the studdering, and I'm up there with the Dudley Boys. I'm even higher on the scale than the Dudleys. I've won 2 ECW World Championships. 12 WWF Hardcore Championships. The WCW title so many times, I can't remember. And the Dudley Boys? A few tag title reigns in each federation. This sickens me beyond belief. They get a few prestiges, and they think they're god. But the only god they'll be after tonight, is the God of broken pride, and shattered egos.

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::I know! They suck! You're 10 times better than them!

::[Raven]::I know that. But it's all a mater if the world knows it. Since I was born, as already mentioned, no one looked at me like I was normal. Because of the bruises from my dad's drunken rages, they looked at me like a freak. Because of my spiked hair, I was a freak. Because of my dirty skin, and my filthy clothes, I was a freak. But was it my fault my father was an alchohalic? Was it my fault my parents couldn't afford to buy me decent clothes? I went through my childhood, dreaming of that one hotdog. Of that one soda I could wash a pretzel down with. But all I ever got was rat tail, and cochroach stew. What about me? WHAT ABOUT RAVEN?! Yeah, what about me? What about that poor kid down the street? But now, it's all different. And I hope the Dudleys are the first to realize that. As I grew up, I learned to harness my anger, and release it into the many fights, and the many wrestling matches I had. I learned this tactic with my father, and it worked all too well. But sometimes, it just didn't. I sometimes couldn't escape the raining of my father's fists. My only escape was the closet, or underneath my bed. But will I need to escape the Dudley Boys? Quite the contrair. The Dudley Boys think they are the pinnacle of what a Tag Team should be. But the reality is, is the Dudley Boys are only a tiny morsel of that. Me and Richards...we're the Tag duo, that'll forever go down in history, as he team that couldn't be beat. The way I see it, is the only competition we have, is the Dudley Boys. And if we beat them, they have no chance in Lucifer's lovely home, Hell, of ever beating us. I advise the Dudley Boys to bask in their glory, before they get smacked with a proverbial alarm clock...it being their wake-up call.

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::My turn! D-Von...you had quite some words to say. "Brotha Gertna! I'm da best yo! I'm D-Von motherfu*kin' Dudley yo! Gets outta my grill brotha! Or I'll get medevil on yo' ass foo!" D-Von, I will dance all over the place at Fully Loaded. You say I won't, because I'll getting my ass kicked? How about I moonwalk on YOUR ass? Or how about I electric slide on your ass? That sound good to you? Or even better yet, how about I take my foot, and SHOVE it up your ass? THAT..sound good? You're right, it doesn't. I'm instead, gonna take that same foot, and beat your head with it.

::[Stevie suddenly seems to start acting out what he's gonna do to D-Von, as he starts kicking the driver's seat. As he does, ye yells "I'M GONNA KICK YOUR HEAD OVER! AND OVER! AND OVER! AND OVER! AND OVER! AND OVER!" and just kept going, without stopping. Well, he stopped when the car swerved, almost hitting 3 cars, and a stare from Raven. Stevie stops, embarrassed. Raven just sighs again, as he continues.]::

::[Raven]::Dudley Boys, this Sunday, I hope to finally cease your little reign as possibly the best tag team ever. It's a painful thought to know, that you to scoundrels are actually preventing me and Stevie from those titles. The table in the back of this vehicle, is gonna be the testament of what exactly our power exceeds to. If you only knew, that the Raven was more powerful than you could ever dream of. Quote the Raven, nevermore.

::[And with that, Raven holds out his arms in a crucifix, as does Stevie. The Taxi driver just stares on, wooed by what their doing. The camera fades out, as they hold their crucifix pose.]::