"Big" Dick Lichter, the larger than life figure currently serving as General Manager for Anarchy, is walking around the backstage hallways of the XWF. He's dressed in a black suit with a blue tie, wearing a pair of miniature sunglasses while talking into a tiny bluetooth device tucked inside his ear. 

"You heard me, bucko! Start printing the damn T-shirts now! If we're ever going to get this brand back into the BLUE, we need to be ahead of the curve on this! I promise you: it's a sure thing! So stop telling me this is a risky investment, because IT'S NOT!"

"Big" Dick stomps his little feet around as he audibly huffs, clearly angered by whatever was said to him through his Bluetooth earpiece. 

"For the last time, the shirt needs to read "ATTY TWO-BELTS, THE ALPHA PUSSY OF ANARCHY"! And we need them ready to go by Savage, or Warfare, or whatever the hell they're calling it now! My champion, MY TOP GUY, Atara Raven, is a damn shoe-in to win the X-treme Championship! We're going to make a killing on these shirts!"

"Big" Dick continue walking backstage, adjusting his little blue tie as his face turns flush red with anger.

"You're charging me 25 grand to rush the print job by Monday?!?! Jesus Christ, you're raking me over the coals here!....but- screw it! My Champion needs those t-shirts pronto! Just get it done!"

"Big" Dick presses a button on his earpiece, ending the call as he rounds the corner backstage. 

"What an ass. Who does that guy think he is to doubt my ANARCHY Champion? Everyone knows she's going to win that X-belt and bring it back to Anarchy for me to hold!"

But that's when he sees a commotion occurring in front of him! His jaw drops to the floor!

"OH SWEET BABY JESUS!"

CENTURION IS LAID OUT ON THE FLOOR: "BIG" DICK'S BULGING EYES ARE PINNED ONTO HIM!

AND SOMEONE ELSE HAS HIS SHOULDERS PINNED TO THE GROUND!

A REFEREE IS MAKING THE COUNT!

Big Dick starts to panic as he pictures $25,000 going up in flames.

"NOT ON MY WATCH!"

"Big" Dick Lichter jumps on the referee's upper back, before covering the ref's eyes with his hands! Just like an alligator, the referee completely falls for this trick!

The count ceases!

"Aha! I always knew the XWF referees were Lizard-People!"

That's when "Big" Dick Lichter looks up, and finally realizes who was pinning Centurion. "Big" Dick's career flashes before his eyes as he meets the gaze of the XWF's long-time owner.

"Oh shit...."