We sure proved you wrong...

[Disturbed]

*Disturbed comes down to the ring with Disturbed's music playing. Disturbed has his Deathmatch title over his shoulder, and the mic in his hand*

Disturbed- Well well well well well!!

*BIG cheer*

Disturbed- We sure taught those un-prepared wrestlers Snake and Knightmare a lesson, didnt we now, Disturbed One's!!

*HUGE cheer*

Disturbed- It was a qualtiy fight, not great, but decent enough. And this week we will do it again!

*MASSIVE CHEER*

Disturbed- We warned you, Knightmare and Snake, that Animal and I are an unstoppable force, capable of great things. And hell, you don't need to be Einstein to know that when an undefeated Deathmatch Champion and his Brother get together, all hell is going to cut loose, BABY!!

*HUGE CHEER, Disturbed chant starts*

Disturbed- So this wekk at THE GREAT AUSSIE BASH!

*cheer*

you had better be very, VERY Cautious Snake and Knightmare.
Coz Animal and myself have finally woken up from the Knightmare, and found it was all a big joke!!!!

*Drops the mic, Disturbed's music starts playing, the crowd start cheering insanley, Disturbed walks off, posing for the crowd and giving high fives!*

[Knightmare]

*Disturbed walks through the curtains and down the hallway towards his locker room. He turns a corner and bumps into Knightmare. Knightmare has the look of death on his face, as if he were going to knock Disturbed out right then and there. But, unexpectedly, Knightmare calms down and gathers his composer.*

KNIGHTMARE: Good match Disturbed. It ain't often I'm impressed with someones wrestling ability but your sure one hell of an athelete. And sure, I fear that Snake and mine's title reign may becoming to an end, but if it's to a wrestler such calibur as yourself, I bare no malice. Good luck this week mate because Snake and I are going to train 10x as hard to retain your titles, so get ready for on HELL of an encounter.

*Knightmare pushes past Disturbed and makes his way to the gym to meet Snake.*

[Snake]

*Snake is found lying on a bench, pressing 85kg when Knightmare walks in.*

SNAKE: DUDE!! Check me out! I'm a regular tank brother!

*He places the weights back in their holders and sits up.*

SNAKE: So, how do you think we did this week at Sunburn?

KNIGHTMARE: Honestly, I think our grandmothers could have wrestled better than us dude! We stunk it up out there. We should have put our heart and soul into that match but instead we went at it half arsed!!

SNAKE: Yeah, I agree. It was like eating half a ham sandwich then throw the other half in the bin and say "I'm hungry".

KNIGHTMARE: WHAT???

SNAKE: Nevermined, I agree though. We need to pedal our little hearts out and reach for the skys if we plan to retain our straps this week.

KNIGHTMARE: Right, we need to study The Brothers of Distruction, train hard in the gym and ring, sleep plenty and diet strictly.

SNAKE: What, you mean no twinkys?

KNIGHTMARE: No twinkys.

SNAKE: But...

KNIGHTMARE: NO twinkys!

SNAKE: Fine, i'll stick to tastless and green morsels of food then.

KNIGHTMARE: Good. Now, lets get down to business. How does 400 squats sound as a warm up?

SNAKE: CRAP! But it will do me a world of good. After the seering pain in my legs subsides and the feeling in them returns.

KNIGHTMARE: That's the enthusiam I like to here Snake me boy! Ready? GO!

*Snake and Knightmare begin their squat routine as the camera fades to black.*