[The show has come, it's gone, it didn't leave a hundo on the nightstand and will absolutely not be calling you back.]

[So it's just about time to pack this house of horrors up and move it along to the next unsuspecting city. Wherever that may be.]

[Hey, DEFIANCE works at it's own pace. Besides, the kids love it.]

[Definitely. It is all about the kids.]

[So where are we at split personality numero 37?]

[Still in the arena, personality 21.]

[What, why?]

[I dunno.]

[Goddamnit, aren't you the one who keeps track of the memory?]

[I dunno.]

[Son of a...]

[Up.]

[The Comcast Arena is mostly empty of life. The lights in the rafters are still on while members of DEFIANCE's road crew are in the midst of pulling apart pro wrestling's numero uno three ring circus of chaos.]

[They are of no concern to us however.]

[Up in the nosebleeds are three old friends.]

[To the left is the ever lovely, Kelly Evans. The "former" Whore Next Door of the Team Danger crew is, as always, the least prepared for church in her attire made up of short and low cut clothing that struggles to leave the bare minimum to the imagination. To her credit, she has "classed it up" a bit since she's been with “DABAWZ”, who has always dressed to the nines.]

[To the right is the Motormouth of Malcontent and TEEMDANGJARS #1 fan, Angus Skaaland. Tee shirt, jeans, a smoke dangling from his right hand and still working on the last vestiges of the buzz he acquired while in the COOLtastic One's private dressing room earlier on during the nights festivities.]

[Planted dead center is the The Darkness. The Ebony Deity. The Master of the Blackaconda. The Head Nigga in Charge of the Negrobots. Blackimus Prime his-damn-self, Tyrone Walker. His head is bandaged, the gauze showing some of the red life force that Heidi Christensen had caused to drain from his cranial region once again. His wrestling attire is mostly gone aside from the camouflage cutoff shorts, now with the addition of a random baseball jersey that is left to hang open to show the hot chocolate interior that it drapes over.]

[These three members of the Team Danger Family are partaking in one of TD's long standing traditions. Loitering around the arena after the show is well past over, talking the shit as it were, reflecting upon said shit, and possibly having a laugh or two in the process.]

Angus Skaaland:
"Now that you're back, I have more than just “the COOL” to give a fuck about."

Tyrone Walker:
"Dag, man. That's high praise an' shit coming from you, gonna get me all emotional."

[Ty makes like he's wiping a tear from his eye, Angus pats his right hand on his heart, Kelly only rolls her eyes.]

Kelly Evans:
"God, between Cancer and Ty, can you even fit all of that cock into your mouth?"

Angus:
"I'm sure I can manage it if you teach me the ways of your Whore-Fu."

Ty:
“C'mon now, Angus. Y'know Kelly's like a bottomless pit, "300" style when...”

[He winces from a sudden and stinging punch from Kelly to his left shoulder.]

Ty:
"Aye, don't be punchin' on me, I'm like an ol' man and whatnot."

[Roll of the eyes. Kelly does it again. The rare sequel to be better than the original.]

Ty:
"'Sides, I'm jus' tryin' to say that it’s good for everyone to have a dream, but he might want to scale that one back to somethin' a lil' more reasonable."

Angus:
"You may have a point. She is pretty voracious when it comes to cock."

Ty:
"Indeed. The Whorce is strong with this one."

Angus:
"Dude, did you just merge the Force with Whore? What have you been doing, writing this shit down for the last six years?"

Ty: (cheesy grin, shrug)
"Well it has been a long time since I "busted" on Kelly."

Ty/Angus: (in stereo)
"Hiyo."

[Ty and Angus bump fists while "poor" Kelly's face has become several shades of red that are, not at all, caused by embarrassment.]

Kelly:
"Hey! Fuck you guys, I'm Eric's girl now!"

[About to pop up off her seat and start some violence, Ty puts a stop to it before Kelly can get her claws bloody.]

Ty:
"The HALE's wrong with you, sit-cho-ass-down!"

[Arms crossed over her chest, Kelly scowls.]

Ty:
"One crazy bitch is my daily limit and I already spent it."

[Satisfied that she's "calm" he tries to continue.]

Kelly:
"...and I'm not a whore."

[Angus scoffs as he tries to speak to the contrary, Ty interjects.]

Ty:
"What? C'mon now, Kel, I'm jus' foolin' around here. Y'know I got love for ya."

Kelly:
"I know but, it still hurts sometimes, Ty."

[Head tilting to the side and overcome with a wicked "Aww" face, Ty quickly understands how this is becoming something of a reminder of painful days gone by, but never truly forgotten. Leaning in, he reaches over to give her a hug while whispering some reassuring words into her ear about having "givin' up all that evil" which had caused a rift between the two of them many years ago. She returns in kind with her own embrace as a smile washes away the pain on her face, it's touching and shit. Angus makes like he's about to vomit from how saccharin it's becoming. Once the moment passes, tapes are being sent to the Academy for best in drama, and other stuff that isn't actually happening, they sit back and before the happy happy, joy joy feelings can really take hold, Ty picks up where Kelly left off from her outburst.]

Ty:
"Seriously tho, what's this about you being "Eric's girl"? That nigga ain't never kept a woman."

[And boom. There goes the dynamite and those warm and fuzzy feelings that were building up. Staring back at Kelly, Ty and Angus await an answer to this question because inquiring minds and whatnot. She fidgets, unsure of how to answer the question.]

Ty:
"A'ight, answer this. Do y'all live together?"

Kelly:
"No."

Ty:
"Do you keep a toothbrush at his crib?"

Kelly:
"No."

Ty:
"Then bitch, you ain't his bitch."

[Angus nods his agreement with Ty, Kelly huffs, her arms crossing again over her chest once again. Ty decides right about now that it's best to move this thing along before anymore drama gets instigated.]

Ty:
"Anyway. Back to Angus' point. It is good to be back."

[Ty leans back with a satisfied smile crossing over his face.]

Kelly Evans:
"You're only saying that because you won."

Ty:
"Well, yeah."

Angus: (finally chiming in again)
"Pssh, hush up with that, woman! I personally had no doubt."

Ty:
"Right on, but yeah. Losin' sucks more than, well, y'know."

[He eyes Kelly with a grin and a wink, who responds with an evil smile and a flurry of limp wristed "girl" punches, to which Ty laughs as he covers up while taking the less than half-hearted "beating".]

Ty:
"Ow, ow, I'm playin', I'm playin'..."

[Kelly finishes with getting her domestic violence on and returns to her upright, seated position. The feel good vibes return as all three settle back once again while silence falls over them for a brief moment.]

Angus:
"What's up with Team Danger?"

Ty:
"Eh?"

Angus:
"I mean, are you fuckers broken up or something?"

Ty:
"What? Nah, man, nah. I mean, I dunno dude, but we definitely ain't "broken up" or whatever. We're jus' on hiatus or some shit, y'know? 'Sides, we both talked to D' after UNTOUCHABLE and everyone agreed that Team Danger is the reason things keep breakin' down all around us, y'know? So we all decided that Tee Dee ain't dead, it's jus' better if we all do our own things."

[Paaauuuuuse... for effect.]

Ty:
"I'm sure it'll happen again, jus' wait an' see, homie. We're like the Terminator of the Herp, we'll be back, ruinin' lives again at everyone else's worst possible convenience."

Angus:
"Man I'm totally ripping, Christie Zane's job, but fuck it... So what's up with these new guys... and since when is Sam Horry your cousin?"

Kelly:
"Seriously, you actually know other negroes?"

Ty:
"Yeah, strange isn't it... like my mama and pops are black too."

Angus:
"For real, dude, other than your brother, Joe..."

[Former NeWA World Heavyweight and Tag Team Champion, Nightmare. Also known as Tyrone Walker's big brother, Joe Allen. For the record.]

Angus:
"You haven't exactly been known to associate with the brothas."

Ty:
"And for good reason too."

[Both Angus and Kelly's attention is peaked.]

Ty:
"I gots to keep the white to black ratio in my favor, ya dig? And to do that means keepin' it on the low side, right where I like it. Ain't no other way to keep myself unique if they jus' start lettin' any brotha through the door, who can flip and flop around the ring and get his blood all over the place. I gots a brand to protect, know what I'm sayin'?"

[Angus nods, this making perfect sense to him.]

Ty:
"'Sides, why should I share all the available pussy around here, when I can keep it all for myself, y'know?"

[A wide grins stretches across Ty's face. Once again, Angus nods, everything making perfect sense. Kelly simply rolls her eyes for a third time, completing the epic trilogy.]

Ty:
"Ah man... I tell ya, guys. If I had known how cool this place was, I'd have gotten on board sooner... Why didn't y'all tell me?"

[Tandem eye roll from Kelly and Angus, it's possibly the most teamwork you'll ever witness from these two.]

Angus:
"Dude, we've ALL been telling you for years!"

Ty: (puzzled)
"What? Nah. Who and when, 'cause I don't remember any of that."

Kelly:
"Phone calls."

Angus:
"Texts."

Kelly:
"Facebook."

Angus:
"Twitter."

Kelly:
"Skype."

Angus:
"XBOX."

Kelly:
"Remember after New Years when we were all together in Jacksonville and Eric was devising his plan to take DEFIANCE back?"

[That one clicks for him, finally remembering all of those times he was being told of how awesome things have been in DEFIANCE.]

Ty:
"Pssh...aw! Ain't none of that counts, I still wasn't paying attention!"

[Facepalms all around. Ty merely shrugs while Kelly and Angus both shake their heads.]

Ty:
"Anyway. Now that I am payin’ attention, what’s the good word about this place?"

[Ah good times. They have returned to the lives of the Team Danger Family. Before long more stories are told, laughs are had, and friends have reunited through the game that has giveth and taketh away from them over the years.]

[Peace.]

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