Shawn huffed as he entered the room. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he tossed his hands up in the air and said, "Bob said we can't use his tag team partner anymore."

"We don't have a little minion anymore?" Hunter asked, taking off his cowboy hat and running his hands through his hair.

"Nope. Clearly, these are distressing times."

"Yeah, that explains why you're looking especially bald today," Hunter muttered under his breath, looking over the ECW roster.

"What was that?" Shawn asked. He didn't quite hear what Hunter had said, but he had some sort of idea.

"Nothing…"

"You know, Hunter, I'm getting really sick of you cracking jokes about my hair. It's not my fault, okay? It will happen to you, too, someday," Shawn explained.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No! You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I am The Game!"

"Well, I'm the Showstopper, and if I want to stop your hair growth, I will," Shawn said, ending the argument. "Anyways, what's on the agenda for tonight?"

"Well, it's funny that you mention Bob being a loser, because I was thinking…"

"Well we all know that's not your strong suit, Hunter. Were you wearing your thinking helmet?"

"Shawn, my mommy said that I didn't have to wear my thinking helmet anymore. I'm a big boy now! Anyways, we need to invade ECW. I think I've just found our newest companion…" Hunter finished as he pointed to a specific name on the ECW roster.

Shawn leaned over Hunter's shoulder to take a look at who he wanted to recruit to the DX Army. "Hunter, you cannot be serious."

"Oh, but I am. I do not joke about these kinds of shenanigans. This is like…Mr. McMahon loving cock-like seriousness."

"I…just…what are we going to do, hog tie Big Daddy V?"

"That's the plan."

"You are going to kill me one day, Mr. Hunter."

Triple H let out a chuckle as he put on his cowboy boots. "I won't kill you yet. We have hogs to tie."

The grabbed Vince and Little Orton and galloped out of the building to take over the Land of Extreme.

X

"This isn't quite the tag team I thought we'd be running in on…" Shawn trailed off as they peeked out from behind the curtain.

"Wait for it…now!" Hunter exclaimed. He charged forward with a plastic sword that he had slung through his belt loop.

Right when they entered the stage, Shawn decided that it was time for a history lesson. He quickly brought down Hunter's arm and said, "Cowboys didn't have swords!"

"Shawn, we are not cowboys. We are sheriff rangers. Now get back on your horse and let's go!"

The match in question was John Morrison and The Miz versus Tommy Dreamer and Colin Delaney.

When Morrison saw that they were being interrupted, he grabbed The Miz and they went to observe with Tazz and Joey Styles. "We don't have stick ponies at the Palace of Wisdom."

"What do you have at the Palace of Wisdom?" Joey inquired.

"We have…John Morrison," he answered.

"AND THE MIZ!" Miz added.

John Morrison looked at the Miz and then back at Joey Styles. "…No."

"I'm sure you're all wondering why we're out here tonight," Hunter said to the crowd.

"And quite frankly, so am I," Shawn said. Even though Hunter had explained it to him, he still didn't understand why.

"Me too," Tommy Dreamer said.

"Well, it's funny you should ask, Tommy. You see, we're here for Colin."

Colin shirked against the turnbuckle in fright.

"Don't worry, Colin, it's just--" Shawn started, but then interrupted himself by Sweet Chin Music-ing Tommy Dreamer into oblivion.

"I…you…but…" Colin stammered.

"You're coming with us," Hunter said.

"But…"

Colin never got to defend himself because Hunter picked him up and threw him on the back of Vince as they galloped their way out of the arena to pull more shenanigans.

Until next time…