A SPECIAL REFEREE
The curtain closes on yet another spectacular edition of ReVival.
The stands are starting to empty. Catering is all but done. Most of Hayes Hanlon’s merchandise remains on store shelves. The announce team has cleared out, and instead of the MGM Grand fading to black…
…the feed switches to COOLYMPUS, aka Jiles’ skybox/lair/cell. There, sitting with his full entourage in tow, sans Timo, is none other than the man himself, PRIME UNIVERSAL CHAMPION, Cancer Jiles. His hair radiates gold power. His T-shades make him look like he’s ready to weld an aircraft carrier back together. His tracksuit, electric blue PRIMEate with the cream Adidas stripes, is actually pretty cool.
Cancer Jiles: Yawn. I don’t even know who those two guys were.
Lindsay Troy: One guy worked security up until tonight, and you wrestled the other one a few months back.
Cancer Jiles: Oh. I did? Did I win?
The Champ snickers.
Lady Troy rolls her eyes.
Cancer Jiles: So what brings you back up to the garden, my Queen? Dare I say you’ve made a decision regarding the TIMO matter? Are you going to grant me my request and stand beside me at… COLOSSUS?
Lindsay Troy: Well, I did give it some thought and yes, I decided Timo won’t be reffing your Colossus match against Hayes.
The Maestro smiles wide. He can taste victory already.
Lindsay Troy: However, I won’t be the one taking his place.
Cancer Jiles: Bobby? Dooze? Zeb? Cardboard Dan?
The Queen of the Ring gladly shakes her head no to each of his suggestions.
Lindsay Troy: As much as it would tickle me to see the charred remains of Cardboard Dan wear a referee shirt, or even hear RICK count to three in French, it won’t be any of your Bandit brethren.
She stands and turns to face him, unable to hide her glee.
Lindsay Troy: It’ll be Nova.
He-Man does his best not to break from his steadfast COOLYMPIAN reserve, but an audible groan is heard. The Queen pats his cheek and saunters out of the skybox. She’s almost completely out the door when she throws one more comment over her shoulder.
Lindsay Troy: Good luck, champ.
The door to COOLYMPUS closes behind PRIME’s Queen. As she smugly walks, away an ominous cackle suddenly booms from within the skybox. The unnerving sound runs down her spine and stops her dead in her tracks.
Did she just get one over on her Champion?
Cancer Jiles: Checkmate.
Or does John Doe have the upperhand?