Back up in the nWo skybox, Hall and Nash were alternating between glancing at the teevee and talking to each other about what had just happened (Batista and X-Pac had run out to try and find where their comrades had gone, albeit somewhat half-heartedly). They'd managed to agree that it didn't exactly sound too good for their leader, and were busy debating over which one of them should get the beer and who Shawn had employed to help him out later on.
"I say it's gotta be the A.P.A, man. Who else is readily available to try and take us on? As long as they get paid, they're willing to try and fend us off for a little while. And anyway, I got the beer last time. You can get it." Nash relaxed further back into the couch, shrugging and watching Hunter run around backstage, knocking over various equipment managers and mid-card wrestlers. "Anyway, Bradshaw has something against us after that match with you went awry, remember?"
Hall grinned as he remembered the run-in, replaying the beat-down in his mind before responding to his partner. "Yeah, but they're not stupid. That money could barely cover the hospital bill they'd get if they made Haitch lose the title. I say it's gotta be some other tag team. The Bashams, maybe? And you didn't get it last time, I did. Remember, I had to turn around because Shawn said something and I spilt the beer?"
"Yeah, but that doesn't count because I ended up getting the bottles that we actually drank from, remember? And the Bashams wouldn't try it. They're happy with what they're doing now, even if they're not the champs. I still say that it's the A.P.A." Nash watched the camera switch to the ring where Jeff Hardy was waiting for his rematch against Scotty, jumping around the ring and doing some basic stretches while the viewing public was busy enduring one of the show's frequent ad breaks. RAW being a live show made it a bit more exciting than Smackdown!, but meant that superstars had to wait a while between matches.
"Yeah, whatever. Look, I'll get the beers, but I'm writing down that I got the--- what the hell are you guys doing in here?" Hall looked up at Raven and Jesse James, who had just burst in through the door that opened out onto the main backstage area of the arena. "Weren't you guys following Hunter? And on that, what actually happened?" While asking the questions he stood up, grabbing two bottles of beer and tossing one to the other Outsider.
"Yeah, well, he sent us back. He said to tell you that if you see anyone moving around backstage during his match, you're going to have to stop them and keep them from going anywhere near the ring, the crowd, anywhere." Raven's long hair was hanging around his face from the run into the room, so as he began his next sentence he pulled it back with his left hand while pulling a beer with his right. "As for what happened, well... Nothing much. We just ran backstage, ran around for a little, didn't find anything, and just ended up back here. We ran into Dave and Ex a little while ago, they're going to hang around the dressing-rooms."
"Which I think is just an excuse for Ex to pretend to do something for the group while involving the dressing rooms in it, but I wasn't going to say anything to Hunter." Jesse James grinned, pulling up a beer for himself and dropping into a couch opposite the Outsiders'. "You know, I think he's actually frightened of what's going to happen tonight. I can't really blame him – you know, someone laid out the A.P.A?"
Hall laughed, punching Nash on the arm. "Score one Hall, man. But still, JayJay... Someone laid out the A.P.A? Doesn't that make you the slightest bit concerned that someone's getting rid of interference? ...wait. What the hell am I talking about? Who cares?" He took a sip of his bottle before placing the beer on a coaster that was on the table in front of him, looking up at the teevee. "Hey, what d'you know, Hardy actually managed to get a win in on Scotty... Wait, no, there goes Rikishi. Stuff that idea."
Nash grinned and put his feet up next to Hall's beer, resting his head back onto the back of the couch, ready for a hard half-hour's leisure time. "You know, Haitch's match isn't for a while, and we have a few beers left... Who here's up for a bit of a match?" The room echoed with the cheers of the attending nWo members, then the clinking of their beer bottles as they toasted themselves and everyone who'd ever lost to them.
Who cared about some title when there was beer on hand?
