The show’s feed jerks away from the conclusion of the INTENSE Main Event, and picks up inside Melvin Begotten’s hospital room. There, Mel, in his PWA certified hospital gown and neck brace, has just finished watching ReVival from the comforts of his room.
Melvin Bologna: Not bad. Not bad at all. Though, one could say it was definitely missing something. Especially the end there. What do you think?
The shot zooms out some, and sitting with Mel, maybe as protection, maybe because his room was being cleansed of disease, maybe because Timo’s jet was refueling so he couldn’t hijack it just yet, is the darling of PRIME, Cancer Jiles. Of course, Jiles’ hair, T-shades, and clean shaven face are on full display.
As is the murderous red track suit he has on.
Cancer Jiles: It wasn’t missing Bobby Dean, that’s for sure.
The two share a chuckle. Mel then turns the TV off, and looks over at the COOLympian.
Melvin Bogettski: So. Cancer Jiles. Back in High Octane Wrestling with the rest of his murderous Bandits. What’s that all about? Home sick? Running out of ways to spurn the PRIMEates?
Cancer Jiles: Turns out I despise PRIME so much I thought going back to hell might bring some joy into my life.
Melvin Boknowsthis: So spite?
Cancer Jiles: Mostly.
Melvin Blunderbuss: Regardless of your reasons, the PWA thanks you and the Bandits for getting behind the project. We want you to know that we welcome the eGG Bandits with open arms– no matter which federation they choose to represent. Say, what time was your guys’ flight again?
Cancer Jiles: As soon as Timo’s jet is done refueling.
Jiles stands up from his seat, and heads for the door.
Mel Batonin: Thanks for coming by and signing the paperwork. Have fun at Chaos. Give them hell.
The door closes.
Mel laughs and slides on his PWA prototype Jiles edition Terminator Shades.
Melvin Beauregard: Should be an interesting night.
The door opens.
Cancer Jiles: Don’t you fucking dare.
The scene fades.