Destruction Wrestling Association

"Dude, it ain't no thang. We're gonna get them back. They got one over on us. Better believe that it's not gonna happen again."

The voice was coming from Phoenix Winterborn. It was a few days after Rage. As soon as they got the DWA Tag-Team Championships, they were gone. Stolen by Aska and Keenan Saint. After Saint rolled up Phoenix, he threw his feet on the ropes, rendering Phoenix unable to get the kickout before the count of three, and just like that...Chi-Town's Finest were the FORMER tag champs. Not to worry however, kiddies. Not all was lost. This week, Harris was going to step into the ring against Saint, with Phoenix in Harris's corner, and Aska in Saint's. Chi-Town's Finest was down, but they were never out. Phoenix thankfully had the week off from in-ring action, and he was using it to try and figure out when and where he and Mike should enact their rematch clause. It was going to be soon, no boubt about that. Harris still looked visibly upset over the shennigans at the last episode of Rage, even though it was a few days ago, and there they were, sharing a beer at Phoenix's new house in Evanston.

"We gotta get your focused though, man. I know you got Keenan blindfolded and one hand behind your back, but he's a sneaky little shit...just watch your back, man."

Nothing but silence from Harris as he took a drink of his beer.

"Dude, we'll get 'em back. You should prolly say something, though..."

Smirking, Phoenix nudged his tag partner, trying to shake him out of his silence...