“The Iceman” Nate Mac Bumps into Jim Black as he rushes down the hallway after Tre Golden’s match; always protective of the Leader of the Wolves, he is rushing to his side.

Jim Black l Excuse me, Iceman, what is your obsession with starting trouble with so many people? Doesn’t it make you unsure of your safety when you don’t have the rest of the Wolves of the Vanguard to assist you?

Nate Mac Afraid for my safety? This is exactly what I mean so don’t look to me to pardon your ignorance Jim! There’s a lot of folks in this locker room who need to feel what the Iceman is dishing out! Dig it! I said if you mess with one of us you will feel the power and vengeance from the rest of us. Soo...

Iceman Continues Starting with Rust Cohle! Oh yeah, Mr. No-Sack unless I’m not in the building, Pepe LeBitch, name the time and place and after I shatter the French Blade, I will take the shards and crush them under my heel, and become the New Pride Champion!

Nate Mac grabs the camera Let’s see if you back that shit you were talking up last week tough guy! Put your money where your mouth is! You and me, one on one for the Pride Championship, Punk!

Nate Mac And as for Mantis,after I eviscerate What’s left of him after Derek just squashed him; then.. oooh yeahI will finally get my hands on the ever elusive Pony Boy, shining my New Pride Championship along the way!

The IceMan looking dead into the camera Did you hear his bell ring, Frenchy? Did you hear the Dinging? I’m coming for you Frenchy, you better keep looking over your shoulder, Baba Yaga has targeted you, Dig it?

Nate Mac turns and pushes Jim Black back by his face and the cameraman and heads for The Locker Room Shared by the Wolves of the Vanguard.

Dane Xavier is seen strutting down the hallway toward the Dillinger Enterprises main locker room, being flanked as always by his entourage, Vivacious Valet Jasmine and Ace Agent Dennis Dillinger. Jim Black and a camera crew roll in, blocking their path to their destination just fifteen or so feet away.

Dane: *slumps and rolls eyes* Just once I’d like to make it out in peace, what do you want, Jimothy?

Jim Black: *angry* Daniel Sylvester Xavier, just what in the hell is the meaning of all this? First Jasmine said you weren’t here tonight, then she goes on to slander Cort Marshall’s good name, and you come out and damn near break the man’s arm! Are you some kind of a psychopath? What’s the matter with you?

Dane: Meeeeeee?! A psychopath?!

Jim Black: You call the fans your Jewels but you haven’t got one fan out there, Dane. Didn’t you hear how loud they were booing you?

Dane: *chuckes* Those weren’t boos, they were going ‘Ooooooooo’ because of how bright and shining this Diamond is!

Jim Black rolls his eyes.

Dane: As for Jasmine saying I wasn’t here tonight, she must have gotten the schedule confused, I’m not going to Cuba until this weekend. God bless her, wasn’t Jasmine great out there?

Jim Black shakes his head ‘no.’ Jasmine acts coy as Dillinger looks at her with a proud smile.

Dane: *looks into the camera* Hello, Cort Marshall! Yeah, I know your name now. See, unlike you, I’m a professional. And when I get booked, I tend to do a little scouting of my opponent. I see that you’ve beaten Guy Fausto… impressive. Now that I’ve had to waste time watching tape, congratulations, you’re relevant in my world now.

Dane: I know you’re probably sitting in the doctor’s office getting your arm taped up, watching and hanging on to my every word, so I’m going to let you in on a little something, Cort. I knew exactly what I was doing when I walked out after your match at Wrestlution. I saw this lowlife that was in a spot that I deserved to be in on the show of shows, not able to get the job done.

Dane: I would have gotten the job done, Cort. I would have beaten Rust Cohle and Nate Mac, just like I wiped both you and Justin Jehst out on my own tonight.

Dane: But you could have just left the ring, Cort, and you would have avoided the Debonair Diamond Ring. You could have just accepted my handout and I wouldn’t have tried to rip your hand out!

Dane: But these are the consequences of your actions, Cort, and now you got what you thought you wanted: In a kangaroo court by a judge who looks like he played poker with the Peppertons and the Kerplowskis, a bailiff that is the hellspawn... of Jacob Trance *shivers*… sentenced to a match with the Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling at Consequence.

Dane: What a strange, strange world we live in, Jim.

The perturbed interviewer reluctantly throws up his hands and nods in agreement.

Dane: Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m the maverick of my team. I gotta boost the morale of my fellow DDE compadre, El Parca. He’s going to need it before walking into a Tag Team title defense, carrying dead weight that’s three Corts put together.

Dane: Hey, maybe after all this, Cort Marshall and Mark Reese can form a new tag team. They can call themselves, “Country Bumpkins!”

Dane chuckles, as do Dennis and Jasmine. Dane pushes past Jim Black and the camera crew as he and his entourage make their way to the Dillinger Enterprises main locker room.

Dane: Parc! Lil’ Money! Break out the Tequila! Danny’s feelin’ baaaadd tonight!

Dane kicks open the door of the locker room. The trio enters and Dennis slowly pulls the door closed, all while looking at the camera with a shit eating grin.

VETERAN CHALLENGE MATCH!
A.C. COBRA  vs. TOBIN FROST

We catch at small glimpse at OCW star, Maxx Edwards, talking to somebody over the phone while in a random hallway.

Maxx: Yeah, he didn’t accept the match.

Maxx: I get that but now I’m going to be left off another pay-per-view.

Maxx: So you’re saying there’s nothing we can do?

Maxx: Unless…?

Maxx: You know that could be do-that could be arranged. You still have that bandana?

Maxx: Well I gotta go Bri-Fi, take note of this.

Maxx gets off his phone and speed walks his way out of the scene.

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