[We see the dressing room of The Master Plan, in the arena in Montgomery, Alabama, where Dynamite is being held. The Master Plan themselves are there, cheering and laughing. Hobo is holding his Tag Title, and Tempest is holding the other.]

JP: Well, there are The Master Plan, who earlier tonight decided that they would just just beat the hell out of Odin!

Sully: I know! What a beat down!

JP: Quite frankly, Sully, it was disgusting. I mean, Tempest did not need to come out anyway!

Sully: What?! Odin was slagging him off! He was defacing the name of the Master Plan!

JP: Maybe so, but that doesn't mean Tempest should attack him! And then, when Tempest could not do any damage, TMP stuck their noses in it and destroyed Odin!

Sully: That they did, that they did

Tempest: Well, gentlemen, I think I can honestly say that Mister Odin got what was coming to him.

[Hobo and EniGma nod.]

Hobo: Ah never trusted him anyway, boss.

[EniGma nods energetically at this.]

Tempest: I must admit, I did have my doubts about whether he was right for us But that is in the past. He will not be bothering us again. We have the Tag Team Championships, we have talent, and what s more We have loyalty. That is the key: Loyalty. I saw how you two saved my bacon out there, don't think I didn't t. And even though I was faking, that was a test to see if you would know when to get involved.

JP: Why that lying bastard! He says he was faking Odin beating him up! He's trying to get them to think that he let Odin beat him up? Well, I say Odin had his number!

Sully: Calm down, JP!

Tempest: Well boys, I don t think we'll be hearing from Mister O-

[He gets no further, as, with a roar, Odin bursts through the door, brandishing a steel chair! He swings, taking down EniGma with a crack, then swings again, dropping Hobo. Finally, he stares at Tempest, who pleads:]

Tempest: No! Don t do it! How would you-

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