A STORY ABOUT A SANDWICH (NO WOMEN WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS SEGMENT)
A frustrated Permascar Superstar shuffles back to his locker room with no Grey Poupon to spread on his bread, which means he will not be able to enjoy his sandwich as planned.
Tony Gamble: What the hell?
Tony stops dead in his tracks when he sees a forklift parked in front his locker room door, then he notices that smoke is slowly starting to fill the hallway. Tony jumps on the forklift, but he doesn’t know what any of the damn buttons do. He stares at it for a moment, then notices something out of the corner of his eye.
Tony Gamble: You’re joking, right?
He rolls under the swing of someone’s arms as they reach toward him, out of the forklift, across the ground, and coming up to a knee a few feet away from the man that tried to grab him.
Tony Gamble: Oh, you’re who the Queen sent to get me.
Enemigo VI stood in front of the forklift, staring down Tony before starting to circle him.
Tony Gamble: Sorry, buddy, but you’re not going to be enough.
It is that moment that Enemigo III wraps his arms around Tony while he is distracted.
Tony Gamble: Forgot there was more than one of you.
The Grin shifted his body enough to use Enemigo III’s body weight and momentum against him, tossing him over and onto his back before Enemigo VI has a chance to grab ahold of him as well.
Tony Gamble: You’re going to have to be quicker than that.
The smoke starts to get a little thicker, and that is when Tony sees another Enemigo standing to his right with a smoke machine in his hands. There is also another Enemigo running his way through the smoke, III and VI are angling to pin him with his back to the wall.
Tony Gamble: Oh, this is rich. All I wanted to do was eat a damn sandwich.
He dodges a punch from Enemigo VI, kicks Enemigo III in the gut to back him off a bit, then catches a knee to his own gut from who he now recognizes as Enemigo X. He doubles over for a second, before yanking his arm out of Enemigo VI’s grasp. He doesn’t notice that the other Enemigo put down the smoke machine and has approached from his blind side, or that he has a kendo stick in his hand that he swings smack dab into the small of Tony’s back.
Tony Gamble: SON OF…
Another swing causes a loud cracking sound when it makes contact with the top of Tony’s left knee.
Tony Gamble: A Biii—
Tony doesn’t get to finish as he feels the kendo stick get wedged between his teeth, then his arms get grabbed by Enemigo VI and X. He stomps on Enemigo X’s foot but Enemigo III drives a punch into Tony’s gut to settle him down a bit, then grabs a hold of his legs.
The squad has a hold of Tony and carries him off into the smoke-filled hallway, when the door to the locker room is pulled up from the inside. Domingo Cruz looks out into the hallway and sees no one there, just the forklift parked in front of the doorway and a bunch of smoke.
Domingo Cruz: Why is there a forklift in front of the door?
Frank Pastore walks up behind Cruz and looks over his shoulder.
Frank Pastore: You heard something though, right?
Domingo Cruz: Yeah, but I can’t see a damn thing with all this smoke.
A voice calls out from behind them. A voice of someone who promised himself he would not dare see the Grin until later. Being thrown through a wall has a way of changing someone’s mind.
Mortimer Knightingale: Where the hell is Tony? Huh? I wasn’t gonna come here, but after that dirty, Russian motherf—- ….Anyone gonna eat this sandwich?
Onto the match we go!