We’re back to Vendetta and greeted by 'Handsome' Henry Kelly, a middle aged man, his hair slicked back and his teeth a dazzling white. Dressed in rich apparel and costly array he holds a microphone in a bedazzled hand and announces:

Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce the Logging Crew.

The camera pans wide as the Logging Crew move into frame, still in their mackinaws and covered with a fine layer of sawdust. Cletus leads, his axe at the ready by his side, while Big Jim trails, the pulp hook on his shoulder

Gentlemen, after what's amounted to a brief hiatus, you're back in XWA and I'm sure you're spoiling for a fight.

Got that right Harry, Jim and I are glad to be back.

Well, Big Jim, as a two-time King of the Deathmatch, you have to be paing close attention to the King of Xtreme Tournament just getting underway....

Not really Kelly, not at all. I won that twisted steel by beating five other guys, all at once. What's the prize when you just pick up a win ovr someone who's got the piss knocked out them by a half dozen other guys?

Yessir, them seconds can get pretty sloppy....

Well...what do you gentlemen have in mind going forward?

Same as always, the tag team titles.

No offence meant, but you gentlemen have had some shots at the gold in the past and to date you've come up short. What's difference now?

Big Jim grabs Henry by the scruff of his neck and pulls him upward, so as to speak face-to-face.

You had better mind what you say Hank!

I'd listen to him, he likes it better when you're quiet...

You just be still. You be so quiet and so still...

What's different now is, other teams get burned up, they blow away, but the Logging Crew is like an ol'Jack Pine; the same fire that destroys us sows the seed that brings us back around.

Like a bad case a' herpes, we always come back.

Jimmy, and we got somethin' else in common with the dose...

After we get through with you, won't nobody wanna fuck any of you pretty boys anymore.