In the gym.

We see the door of the ATW gym. A faint sound of grunts, moans and other gym noises can be heard. Panning away from the door the camera focuses on Hack3r who has just appeared. He pushes open the door and we can see he has a large plaster on the back of his head as well as the Demanufacture title slung over his right shoulder. He storms in to the gym and looks around at the numerous ATW employees who are making use of the facilities. He appears to spot who he's looking for because he speeds off to one of the corners of the room. The camera follows him. As it it approaches we can see Travis Touchdown, newly-wed and Hack3r's tag team partner. He's too busy lifting weights to notice Hack3r standing there. The Brit coughs loudly to get his partner's attention. It works and Travis turns to face Hack3r and begins to sound out a greeting but is stopped in his tracks.
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Hack3r: Yeah, yeah. Hi and all that. Have you got a minute?
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Without waiting for an answer the Demanufacture champion continues.
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Hack3r: That's awesome. I need to talk to you.
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Travis takes a moment and looks at Hack3r surprised. He gently brings the weights on the ground, grabs his towel and wipes his forehead with it while taking a drink of an energised beveridge

Travis Touchdown: Well someone's in a rush here.

Travis catches his breath and starts stretching.

Travis Touchdown: Let me guess, you want to talk about what happened last week right? By the way how's your head doing?

Hack3r: My head? It's fine. I have a headache but nothing lots of prescription pills won't cure. Anyway, in response to your other question. No. I don't want to ask you about you proposing to some girl completely out of the blue when we've just formed a tag team. That's for another day. What I wanted to talk about is a matter of pride.
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A confused look crosses TT's face.
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Hack3r: You know how we're a tag team right?
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Travis nods.
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Hack3r: And how you're kind of a little bit married?
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He nods again.
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Hack3r: Well I assumed that means Vivica is kind of a part of our group. That's where our issue starts. See. She's a champion isn't she? And what am I also? I'm a champion. Do you see the issue here?
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The camera focuses on a figure on the background who is walking out of the gym door with a small dumbbell in his hand. It cuts back to Hack3r and Travis who are unaware of what just happened.
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Hack3r: If we're going to be a group then we need to be the most awesome group ever. That means every single member needs to be a champion. At the moment you're the weak link.

Travis stops Hack3r in his speech.

Travis Touchdown: Wo wo wo, weak link? There are no weak links in our group. We're all champions wether we have a belt or not. But since you seem so eager of me having a belt which one should I go for huh? But wait a minute, we're a tag team as well, so what do we do? Do we go after single titles or should we go, as a team, after the tag titles? But that would mean that either you keep your title and have to defend twice as much your championships. Or you drop that one and we focus a 100% on the tag titles. So, here we have it, two ways only one solution. So what is going to be?

Hack3r laughs to himself.
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Hack3r: You'd actually suggest me dropping this here title?
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He raises the belt slightly off of his shoulder so as to present it better.
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Hack3r: This is not going any where. I'm not going to tell you what title you should go after. That's your decision to make. Let me know when you've decided. I'm out.
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With that Hack3r spins on his heel and walks away. He steps out of the gym and the camera focuses on Travis who goes back to working out.

Travis Touchdown: Damn it, I knew this would come out eventually. Didn't expect he'd ask so soon. Now is not the time to break this new alliance. Think Travis, think. I guess that if we...

Before Travis ends his sentence a loud noise followed by a thud is heard outside of the gym. Travis drops the weights and rushes outside of the gym. As he steps out he sees Hack3r with his fist closed, standing on top of an uncouncious wrestler with a dumbell lying next to him. Travis quickly calms down and looks at Hack3r who looks up and back at Travis. Both wrestlers nod and walk in different directions.