Destruction Wrestling Association

It was, in fact, time for shit to pop off. Phoenix Winterborn and Michael Harris, collectively known as Chi-Town's Finest, had always run roughshod over the world of tag-team wrestling, but due to managements tying to hold them down, they were never able to accomplish on the big stage what they did in their very first match as a team. Win tag-team gold. Fast forward to today. Phoenix and Harris find themselves smack in the middle of the battle royale for the Tag-Team Championships inside the halls of the DWA. If you think that the flyest boys from the 872 were going to let this chance pass them up...well, you had to be out of your damn mind. Cue the scene.

Chicago, Illinois. Home of big dreams and broad shoulders. 1985 Super Bowl Champion Chicago Bears. Six-time World Champion Chicago Bulls. And home to the two greatest wrestling superstars of all time. Phoenix Winterborn and Michael Harris. it's a cold, blustry day on Chi-town's famous Navy Pier. Out on the very tip are the two men in question, Chi-Town's Finest, along with Phoenix's little sister and Harris' fiancee, Rielle Winterborn. Phoenix with a pair of Jordan sweats and a custom Cubs jersey with his name on the back. Harris has a Bears jersey and a pair of Avirex jeans, while Rielle is in a plain black hoodie and sweat pants as well. The wind is whipping at them as Phoenix begins to speak.

Phoenix Winterborn:

Good afternoon, Ladies and gentlemen...it's yo boys Chi-Town's Finest!

Michael Harris:

AKA..

Phoenix Winterborn:

Dem hood stars!

Michael Harris:

A..K..A!

Phoenix Winterborn:

The Ghetto Saviors!

Michael Harris:

A...K...A...!

Phoenix Winterborn:

Dem dialtone G's!

Michael Harris:

Dem dialtone G's?

Phoenix Winterborn:

Yeah, cause we off da hook!

A laugh is shared between the three for a moment before they get serious again.

Michael Harris:

Anyway, we'd like to welcome you to the single greatest city on the face of the planet, Chicago.

Phoenix Winterborn:
Damn right it is. And today, we're gathered here on Navy Pier to discuss something that is a very important matter, isn't that right, Mike?

A somber look comes over all three of their faces as they look down for a moment.

Michael Harris:
You would be correct, Phoenix. You see, there is trouble in Chi-town. Mainly, our waists seem a bit bare as of late. I mean, I will be ok soon, seeing as how I'm going to be winning the World Championship, but that doesn't help my friend here, who will be without any gold around his deserving waist. That is why we are here today...

Phoenix Winterborn:
You see, the DWA has tag-team championships up for grabs this week, and it would seem that no one can get along with anyone else long enough to even say anything about them. That is where we come in. For too long, myself and Mike have been held down by managements in companies to ever get a fair shake at championship gold. That is something that is going to be rectified at the Start of Destruction. Chi-Town's Finest is coming for those championship belts, come hell or high water...Hopefully the high water first. I wanna go swimming. But I digress...those tag-team championship belts? They're coming home with us, and that. Is change you can believe in...

The camera zooms out on the three of them, as the scene slowly fades to black...