Cereal Killaz (A Cocheese/Vega Joint)

We open to a pure white backdrop. Cocheese and T.V. are standing in the center with Cocheese on the left and Vega on the right. Cocheese has the MSW Championship over his right shoulder, he's dressed in a blue shirt with the Lucky Charms box art on it, denim jean shorts, and a pair of denim pattern Vans skate shoes. T.V. is wearing a a blue Frosted Flakes t-shirt, denim jeans, black Nikes. Cocheese adjusts the title on his shoulder, “Just when I thought you were getting it, you go ahead and shoot yourself in the foot. How disappointing. You're about as much of a Fuck Boy as I thought you were and that's sad. We've been wanting the Badger that's been locked up in prison garb, not this family man whose running from his responsibilities. Who even ADMITTED as such! I thought we were getting that TRUE FELON in your 5th video but then the most recent one? Wow. Now you're looking like Nikki Venom trying to flood the market to drum up support, but at least Nikki had something to say... while you? You're just rambling on for weeks about pancakes and other stuff that doesn't matter while your boys sit there, bickering at each other and staying silent for MOST of the week to us, and barely responding to anything we have to say and you wonder why we're mostly responding to you? Wow. You just don't get it, and you haven't been getting it for months, contrary to what you believe because you have the nerve to sit there and say that you've been tearing us down all week while waiting for us to respond? You've been going on like Theo and I are not in your league but we've been doing nothing but kicking your asses. Chris recognizes this! All of that... ALL of that, Badger, quite frankly that's insulting. I expected better out of you. And what's this bullshit you're talking about rules and clocks? Boy, I will CLEAN your clock this Saturday. TRUST that! You DARE try to tell us this match is gonna be an easy win for you and we're not the best around here? Last I checked, in any promotion, the CHAMP is the best a promotion HAS! Oh, but you don't want this belt, right? You can just take it whenever you want?"

Cocheese lays the title on the ground. "Come get it, bitch! We're waiting! Oh, wait a second, that's right, you gotta argue with your two teammates about who gets to pin me to get it. Good luck with that! Wanna talk about how my boys have turned their backs on me. If anything you've got to watch your back from them turning on you or each other." Cocheese smiles sadistically. ”Yeah I know I know, you already said we were going to say that right? But there's one thing you're forgetting through all of this." Cocheese takes the belt off, holding it to the camera. “I know you're stupid, but you're not stupid enough to not realize only one of you can win this." Cocheese points at the belt. "Chris and Michael can't trust each other already. Chris event went in his little video and tried to cry to IC3 about how he want to be on MY team and not YOURS. That speaks VOLUMES. You really think y'all are going to coexist even more with this belt on the line? Heh, you're even more delusional than I thought.” Cocheese picks the title up, steps back and puts the title on his shoulder. He laughs maniacally. "Oh you guys. You guys are too much. Badger over there thinks it's all about him, putting out ridiculous attempts at promos while Williams is crying to Daddy and Michael Smart? Let me tell you something, Smart. If you lived up to your name you would know you should've stayed in Chicago because I've been building up bad karma since I was BORN!" Cocheese's forefinger pokes his chest repeatedly. "So you can try and come and collect your little karma on me but what you've failed to mention is that karma is a bitch because just like Badger opening his mouth all week, you guys are pissing in the wind and all of it is going to come back at you! Theo, erase them verbally!"

“You know Psycho Michael, for a man who doesn't believe in karma you talk an awful lot about it. You stand in that little beat up warehouse that should have been condemned years ago with that little Rodent behind the camera about how good things happen to bad people and that people have that responsibly to make sure bad deeds get punished. I'm supposed to think this is coming from the heart, the black, rotting heart of Michael Smart? Your little buddies can thank us for knocking First Class off their little perch first of all; we still haven't gotten our thank you card in the mail for that. Second of all we're suddenly supposed to see you as this shinning knight arriving at the 11th hour to save the day? For all that talk of punishing bad deeds and those responsible you seem to be pointing the finger at everyone except the man in the mirror; you. I keep on hearing people open their mouths about how we're just a bunch of felons; you broke a lady's neck, you nearly killed her. We're not talking two guys who put their asses on the line week in and week out in the middle of the ring; we're talking about a senorita paying the price for showing her boyfriend moral support at ringside. Don't get me twisted, I don't like Chris Williams one single bit but even I think that's a bit fucked up!

T.V. flashes a cocky smirk towards the camera. “But don't think you're off the hook here either Chris. For a man that claims to have a monster deep inside of him you sure have a habit of punking out. Instead of punching Psycho Michael in the face like I suggested you go and whine to IC3's secretary? Come on chico, think of it. You nearly choke out some kid backstage but you don't have the cajones to confront your biggest enemy face to face and settle the score?

"It's because he only beats up and chokes out people he knows he can beat."

"Shame Chris, Shame. How can you claim to be prepared for anything we're going to throw at you if you can't even keep your own house in order? But I'm the tag along right? The yes man? Because all I see is Badger maneuvering behind your back, bending you over and telling you to take it whether you like it or not.”

T.V. rubs his hands together. A smirk just only appeared to grow wider by the second. “Speaking of Badger, you're the man of the hour! I find it hilarious that you have the nerve to call anything we do juvenile when you put out that disaster piece of a video mere hours after our last one; you really are a little chihuahua aren't you? I hear a bunch of barking but not a whole lot of bite behind that bark. The only reason why Barrel and I are so blended into the background of RWD was because your little sideshow act flamed out after our second appearance; sounds like bad management on the part of you and Rech.”

T.V. blurts out in a condescending, mocking tone. “Look at my hardcore scars, look at how vicious I am!” His eyes widen. He tries hard to not burst out in laughter before regaining his composure. “You're a man living in the past, just how you keep on bringing up RWD and Black House. Black House died years ago yet you still want to yammer on about it? You sound like those idiots on Twitter who keep going on about how the Jokers Wild are still around. Black House, Jokers Wild, they're both dead just like your failed attempt at a promotion. Ooops, I'm repeating myself again aren't I? Let ME help you with that and give you something new. Your scars don't intimidate me, in fact we're going to make you one walking ball of scar tissue, we'd play connect the dots but at this point you'd just be a giant scar like some blob of playdough. You're the biggest felon of the bunch having actually served time yourself. We're not Saints but at least we're upfront about it.”

"You know what I figured out, this whole time, Vega?"

"What's that?"

"These wet little Frosted Flakes are jealous of my Lucky Charms." They laugh. "See you chumps Saturday! Right now we're gonna take a refreshing dip!" The two are in a giant empty cereal bowl. A hand holding a gallon of milk tries to pour on them while the two act like they're getting wet. It's obviously bad CGI.