The king was scheduled to appear at Wednesday Warfare but he was too busy dancing his booty off at the royal ball.

While he was dancing with a dozen hookers, John received a phone call.

Shane : "MY KING!"

John Madison: "HEIL."

Shane : "MY KING!"

John Madison: "HEIL."

Shane : "King, they are talking about sending Peter Gilmour up to the throne to challenge you."

John Madison: "Wot?!"

Shane : "They still think that this 'King Match' is gonna happen. What shall we do, my king?"

John Madison: "I thought my message was clear when I attacked that son of a bitch, Nightmare, on Madness. Why do my people defy me, Lord ? I only want what is best for everyone."

Shane : "I.... I don't know!"

John Madison: "Nightmare defied me on Madness, and now Peter Gilmour is defying me. There must be NO MORE DEFIANCE!"

Shane : "It gets worse, my king."

John Madison: "Wot?!"

Shane : "Yes. That evil Paul Heyman put together not one, but TWO wild card matches for Monday."

John Madison: "WOT! Why is he not getting the message? You know what-- let them-- both of them! Let them waste their time and energy. At the end of the day, the contract is what matters. Paul and Wallace are gonna get all these boys pumped up for nothing because I'm not defending. I won't! I WONT DO IT, SHANE! YOU HEAR ME?!"

Shane : "Yes, my king! Heil, heil, HEIIIIIIIILLLL!"

John Madison: "As long as your ink doesn't touch the contract to this proposed 'king match,' then nothing will happen. In the end, Paul Heyman and Wallace Witasick will just look foolish."

Shane : "Yes, king! FOOLISH!"

John Madison: "I must end this phone call now. Flo just showed up to the party. HEY FLO!"

Shane : "Yes, my king! Give Lady Flo my best."

John Madison: "And you tell Luca to assemble the knights! Assemble the knights, I say! We must defend our kingdom. HEIL!"

Shane : "HEIL!"