"What the hell was THAT?" Nash was staring at the TV screen, unable to believe what had just happened in front of him. The fact that he and Hall had been meant to stop anyone going out had temporarily escaped their minds, and they were busy trying to figure out what had just happened. "That was the... brothers, wasn't it? What the hell were they doing out there?"

Hall was equally as confused, although about slightly different things. "Shawn must've asked them after we left last week... But who the hell was that that laid them and Shawn out? Hunter owes him big, now." He took another sip of the beer bottle in his hand, looking at his tag partner now that the show had officially ended for the night. "You reckon he's going to cash in?"

"Of course he's going to cash in. This is the Federation, man. The question is... what title is he going to go for?" Nash, of course, was thinking purely practically, knowing that anybody who did anything for the nWo was only ever going to request a shot at some form of gold. Hell, there wasn't any point in trying for anything else.

"Not Hunter's, that's for sure. He knows that he'd just get laid out... He wouldn't go for Dave's, because no-one would go against Dave – he's too big... The same goes for you, really. That just leaves..." Hall stopped, sighing as he came to the realization that he was probably going to be the one paying for the stranger's favour.

"Yep. It just leaves you, man... Don't worry; I'll be watching your back. No way in hell he's going to get a title, just like that." Some of the viewing public were probably thinking that it could've been a crowd member, but people in the business knew that nobody in the crowd could come into ringside, steal a chair and run into the ring without anything happening. Vince must've let someone sit there for some reason...

"Yeah, thanks man. Think we better get out of here now – I've got places to be, things to do... You know the drill." Hall stood up and stretched his arms before walking to the cupboard and picking up his belt. "Later, man."

"Yeah, you too." Nash stood, grabbed his belt and walked out the door after the other Outsider, flicking the lightswitch.

Thursday could be fun.