After the two men exchange a handshake, BASH addresses Mad Dawg.

BASH: I haven’t seen you at the Server Farm in a while. We have much to focus our collective efforts on. 

Mad Dawg obviously drunk turns with a slight stumble. BASH can tell he is drunk but lets Mad Dawg begin to speak.

MD: Yo, Bash! My guy! I was just thinking about you man! You know we’ve come a long way since those secret phone calls and plotting to run this damn place. Seems like yesterday we completed phase 1 by taking over Samsin. 

BASH: Nearly a year, a historic year for DNS and OCW. We must continue the work we set out to complete.

BASH: Infecting OCW and the rest of the world with The Worm. I have noticed you haven’t been focused. You take a ton of risks in your matches.

BASH: I know that the failed pursuits of OCW World Tag Team Championships, and then the failed pursuit of the OCW North American championship must weigh heavily on your mind. But find resolution in DNS and not at the bottom of a bottle or behest of a bimbo backstage.

Mad Dawg emotions turn from joyful to a slight disgust.

MD: Yeah, about that. I should have gold around my waist right now! We talk about resolution but I only see one person resolving things around here. I go for the tag titles and who do you pair me with?

MD: Not Omen, not Jynx, but the mindless test dummy that failed on me twice! I get a NA title shot but it’s not 1v1, but a 3 way. Did anyone from DNS show up by my side? But London Calling, hell even now against the Lobby DNS shows up and resolves for…you

BASH: I managed to put Paul Pugh’s shoulders to the canvas for a 3 count. Something you cannot seem to do. I was there to hack Karmine’s phone and expose him for the creep he is. I just needed you to finish the job and you failed. 

BASH feels his emotions starting to rise and collects himself as he realizes his words might not be getting past the liquor punch. 

BASH: The DarkNET Society is a collection of talent or wolves if you will. Together we are missing the bite from our ranks. Come back to the Server Farm and we can discuss this over your favorite liquor, you seem to be drinking a lot of it these days. 

MD: I failed…yeah. Ok. 

A short but awkward silence happens 

MD: You know what? Think I will take you up on that drink. But last thing…Don’t call her a bimbo. 

Bash laughs, letting go of the last comment made by MD blaming it on his drunken state and not wanting to make things worse. Both head off together towards the exit.