Beer!! Money!!
“Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner! Roman Reigns!” Jace Reznor spoke into his announcers mic, signalling the end of the Smackdown Live main event which had been Reigns vs. Baron Corbin. things had turned in Romans favor when the Uso’s had intervened on Roman’s behalf. Taking out Ziggler and Roode witha double splash through the Spanish announce table. roman was able to capitalize on that shortly afterward, by delivering a rather intense spear, which still had Corbin clutching his ribs in pain from.
‘Sorry! About your damn luck!’ The crowd erupted into cheers upon hearing the music of the Tennessee Cowboy. Those cheers became louder, as James Storm appeared on the entrance ramp, carrying a cooler in one hand, and a beer in the other. He handed that beer to Roman as he passed the wrestler on the stage, as a congratulations on winning his match.
“Oh Bobby...” Storm sighed. He had grabbed a microphone from one of the ring aides, after sliding his cooler which was undoubtedly filled with beer into the ring. Storm entered soon after through the top and middle rope. Roode had crawled into the ring to check on Corbin, but his attention was drawn to his old tag team partner soon after. “Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, that big Samoan sumbitch whipped your ass good. But, I know a great cure for an ass whoopin’.”
Storm opened his cooler, and pulled out two beers. One of which he handed to Roode. “Drink up, you’ll feel better.” Storm used his microphone to pop the top off of his beer, before taking a sip. “Bobby, what happened to you? You went from a tag team, and a great single’s competitor and champion. And now your some lapdog to a guy who can’t get over no matter how many pushes he’s given.”
That drew an ‘ooooooooooh!’ from the crowd, and someone even shouted out the word ‘burn!’ Storm took another sip from his beer a few moments later, ignoring the dirty look Corbin was giving him from where he was recovering in the corner.
“Now I came out here to extend you an olive branch. You and I could pick up where we left off,you can drink that beer, and we can be one of the greatest and most dominant tag team’s in wrestling again!” There were mixed chants of ‘yes’ and ‘Beer Money’ amongst the VCW crowd. “Or you could stay a midcarder’s lackey.”
Roode looked to the beer in his hand, which he had yet to open, then to Corbin and Ziggler who had crawled back into the ring to help Corbin to his feet. He looked back to the beer, and suddenly snatched the microphone out of Storm’s hand. “You want to know my answer...” There was a rather intense look on his face, as he looked Storm in the eye. “I only have one thing to say to that! Sorry! About your damn...!” The word ‘luck’ was barely heard when Roode dropped the microphone to crack Corbin over the head with the unopened beer bottle. Glass and beer went everywhere as Corbin collapsed. Ziggler would have acted, but Storm had caught him with a huge superkick, that sent him fling out of the ring.
Roode and Storm then picked Corbin up, and deposited him on his back via the Beer Money Suplex. The two wrestlers stared at one another, before simultaneously crouching down. The crowd began going crazy, their cheers revving up like a jet engine.
“BEER!!” Storm stood up, both arms raised in the air.
“MONEY!!” Roode yelled, his arms too were raised in the air, the crowd loudly echoing both words at the reformation of the tag team.
