PUNISHMENT ENOUGH

We start in the employee parking lot of PPG Paints Arena and immediately settle in on a duo that draws the fans’ ire.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Foster Nackedy: …I’m just saying, if you let me know what you’re planning beforehand, I can help. I’m really good at helping.

Paxton Ray: Yeah, I noticed that last Rev. Reeeeeally good.

The two walk through the parking lot, with Paxton Ray taking the lead and Foster Nackedy rushing to keep up. 

Foster Nackedy: I mean, come on. They’re kids. They did their best against the literal champion and…yeah, TAL is the human personification of Scrappy Doo, but he’s the human personification of Scrappy Doo who can hit hard.

Paxton Ray: Yeah, ya let kids in the ring against actual wrestlers. Great help. 

Foster Nackedy: Well it’ll go better this week. They’re not here. 

Paxton Ray: Uh huh.

They walk towards the arena entrance, but their pace slows as they see a mammoth man standing in the doorway. Dametreyus, head of security, grins at them as they walk up.

Paxton Ray: Sup hoss. This a welcomin’ committee?

Dametreyus: Nah, right now I’m a bouncer. You can come in ‘cause you got a match. But you?

Dametreyus points at the Disco Head Man.

Dametreyus: You’re not coming in.

Foster Nackedy: Excuse me?

Dametreyus: Courtesy of the Boss. She didn’t like you letting non-wrestlers in her ring, and she definitely didn’t like them attacking her talent.

Foster Nackedy: We were already fined for it. That’s punishment enough.

Dametreyus: Turns out some people don’t agree, and the Boss and I are two of ‘em. So you can turn around and get out of here, Fos’.

Foster Nackedy: This is bullshit! Paxton needs me! He–

Foster stops as he sees Paxton grin and slide by the massive head of security. 

Paxton Ray: I don’t need nobody. I’ma be fine. 

Paxton slips through the door, leaving Foster to look up at the grinning Dam.

Foster Nackedy: Well I hope you’re happy. If something happens to Paxton and I’m not there to help, that’s on your hands.

Dametreyus: I can live with that.

The smile vanishes off of Dam’s face, and after a few seconds Foster realizes there is nothing he can do or say to change this situation. After a moment he adjusts his concussion helmet and turns around, walking away. Dam’s smile returns.

Dametreyus: I love my job. 

We then cut to… a video of… something.