RED NECK WRECKING CREW - LANCE CADE & TREVOR MURDOCH

The picture slowly fades up with the small CEW logo appearing in the bottom left hand corner of the screen before we are shown video footage of the impressive debut win for Trevor Murdoch and Lance Cade. The video pauses on an image of them standing tall after picking up the win, suddenly though it cuts to show footage of the confrontation between Cade and Murdoch and Cryme Tyme, the very confrontation which set up this week's match on Exile between the two teams. The video package slowly fades out as we are brought back to some more up to date pictures of the Redneck Wrecking Crew.

We are immediately shown the inside of a CEW locker room where all is quite clearly not quite right. It would appear that Jim Cornette is characteristically upset about something, he is racing around the room and shouting over at Lance Cade and Trevor Murdoch who appear to be rummaging through a large pile of bags and equipment.

Jim Cornette:  ' I'm telling you boys, I had that wallet when we left San Antonio and it didn't just walk off by itself. So keep looking, it's  got to be in one of them bags. '

Cornette continues to pace around the room and hurriedly searches his own jacket and trouser pockets, but to no avail. He storms over to Cade and Murdoch who don't appear to be having much luck in their quest for Cornette's wallet.

Jim Cornette:  ' Anything? '

Lance Cade:  ' Sorry Mr. Cornette... there's just no sign of it. '

Jim Cornette:  ' Well you ain't looking hard enough then! I'm telling you, James E. Cornette does not misplace things, he doesn't forget things... that wallet is in one of them bags. '

Cornette spins around and begins to pace up and down once more. He shakes his head around as he continues to moan.

Jim Cornette:  ' You know I had a lot of important stuff in that wallet. I had bank cards, credit cards, my driving license, business cards... damn it I had pictures of my mother in that wallet. '

Lance Cade stops searching for a moment and raises an eyebrow, but a quick stare in his direction warns him to keep his mouth shut and to keep searching. Cornette remains rather flustered by the loss of his wallet, suddenly though Cornette comes to an abrupt stop having been in the middle of another lap of the locker room. He holds his hand up to his face and grits his teeth before shouting out.

Jim Cornette:  ' Wait one damn minute, I know what's happened here. I said before, James E. Cornette doesn't just lose things, he doesn't misplace things and a wallet can't just run off on it's own, now that leaves with me with one conclusion... I've been robbed! Some punk's stolen my wallet out from right under my nose. '

Cornette has a strange sort of glint in his eyes as he begins to ignore Cade and Murdoch, instead paying more attention the watching camera.

Jim Cornette:  ' Things were pretty hectic the other night in San Antonio, there was the damn New World Order running around, even Eric Bischoff managed crawl out from under whatever rock he's been hiding behind. Then you had Rated RKO trying to throw their weight around and the McMahons hanging around. So with all that activity somebody would have had plenty time to stroll into my locker room and going through my bags. Now normally I'd be struggling to work out exactly which CEW worker could be capable of this, there's just so much scum around here that it could be anybody. But, now that I've thought about it's all becoming clear, who's got the motive and who's Cutting Edge Wrestling's most notable pair of thieves... Cryme Tyme! '

Cade and Murdoch move over towards Cornette upon hearing him begin to speak on Cryme Tyme. Cornette stares straight down the camera and resumes his speech.

Jim Cornette:  ' Yeah, that's right... I'd bet my career that it was those kleptomaniac hooligans that stole my wallet. And for those at home who don't know what a kleptomaniac is, hell for the entire CEW audience, a kleptomaniac is a compulsive thief. That's what Shad Gaspard and JTG are... what kind of name is JTG anyway, does that boy have a real name or was his mother so stupid the best she could do was give him an abbreviation for a name. Anyway that's besides the point, they're a well known pair of reprobates who shouldn't even be employed by this company. I mean what kind of reputable promotion hires guy's with criminal record's like those two. In fact I might as well hold CEW management,  account over this, yeah they're all to blame, all one hundred of the guys who seem to have some claim of ownership to this company. If it wasn't for those fools who hired Cryme Tyme then I wouldn't have lost my god-damn wallet.

Cornette is visibly fuming as he rants on and on at all possible targets, even appearing to have a problem with those in charge of Cutting Edge Wrestling.

Jim Cornette:  ' Don't get me wrong though, I'm not trying to stick up for Cryme Tyme. They've got enough excuses of their own without me helping them out. Personally I could actually care less if them boys had it tough living in whatever scum-bucket they called home. And I couldn't give a rat's ass if they were bastard children brought up by a single mother or if they happened to bump into some bad company, none of that is a worthy excuse. It shouldn't matter if you're from Brooklyn or Beverly Hills, there's no excuse for being a couple of low-life criminals. Not that Cryme Tyme really bother to make an excuse for their behaviour. They think it's real clever to have a close personal relationship with the local police officers and I guess they think all those stolen car hood ornaments look great around their neck. The whole gangster, ghetto culture... whatever you call it, that's what's all about, right? '

Jim Cornette lets out a sigh and shakes his head, a move mirrored by Lance Cade who stands right behind his manager with Trevor Murdoch positioned there too with a typical grimace across his face.

Jim Cornette:  ' I don't have the time of day to care about Cryme Tyme. I could preach all day long about their mistakes but sometimes you need to do more than talking. Good thing then that they'll be stepping in the ring with Lance Cade and Trevor Murdoch this week. That ought to be a good lesson for Cryme Tyme. Maybe my boys will knock some sense into them, maybe even show them the error of there ways and  set them off down the straight and narrow. Well, I'm not sure if any beating could manage that but I can hope at least. If they aren't willing to change their ways and can't be forced into it either then we'll just have to beat them so bad they can never step in a CEW ring again. We'll have to show them that life on the streets really is a whole lot better than life in professional wrestling and a whole, whole lot better than getting your asses handed to you by Lance Cade and Trevor Murdoch. '

A growling Trevor Murdoch moves forwards towards the camera and decides it's his turn to have his say on the matter.

Trevor Murdoch: ' Last week I enjoyed myself giving them New Age Outlaws one hell of a beating. You know I got myself a taste for it and am hungry to get right back in the ring and start beating on another two poor ass bitches.  I never quite finished with the Outlaws, we just beat them too easy... it was over and done with too soon for my liking. So don't you worry Mr. Cornette them Cryme Tyme boys is in for one long beating. I'll snap their necks back and slap them about the face till I'm bored, then maybe I'll find a new, more entertaining way to hurt them. '

Murdoch tilts his head slightly and stares into the camera before bustling off out of the picture. Jim Cornette simply chuckles and calls after him.

Jim Cornette:  ' That's right, Trevor. That's the attitude that's going to make me the manager of the very first CEW Tag-Team champions! '

Cornette chuckles once more to himself before allowing Lance Cade to cockily swagger over to the camera to say his own piece.

Lance Cade:  ' Let me just say that I'm shocked and appalled at the actions of Cryme Tyme, it just ain't right to sneak about stealing like they do. You know it's pretty damn cowardly, is what is. Still they can enjoy their games for now 'cause their won't be any escape come Sunday nigh on Exile. We'll have them right in the centre of the ring and I've got a good feeling we'll be able to get your wallet back for you Mr. Cornette. And while I'm retrieving that wallet of yours I'll be sure to slap some respect into JTG and Shad Gaspard. They're really just a tiny pain in the ass, nothing to worry about and nothing that we won't be comfortably able to take care of on Sunday night. We're still going out to try and make a name for ourselves here in CEW and we need to show everybody that we deserve those Tag-Team titles, unfortunately for Cryme Tyme we'll be using them to demonstrate our power. '

More laughter from Cornette as Lance Cade moves into the background. Cornette then slowly leans forwards to have his final say.

Jim Cornette:  ' Oh I'm looking forward to Exile now. I think I'll take a hell of a lot of pleasure in watching Cryme Tyme take the beating of their lives. And once they're down and out I'll walk over to their sorry asses and take back my damn wallet! '

Cornette walks away and over to Lance Cade who had been standing just behind him. Cade doesn't look too pleased though, he's hurriedly searching his pockets and looks a little distressed.

Lance Cade:  ' Mr. Cornette you haven't seen my truck keys, have you? '

Jim Cornette simply shakes his head and his facial expression quickly changes to mimic the worried expression on Cade's face. Cade turns around, tosses his cowboy hat to the ground and shots out.

Lance Cade:  ' God-damn Cryme Tyme!! '

The picture slowly begins to fade out as Trevor Murdoch shuffles over to see what all the commotion is and soon joins Cade and Cornette as they begin to search through that pile of bags and equipment just as the picture cuts out to a commercial for Exile.