Charlie sees Centurion walking down the street, his X-title in tow. Charlie ducks into some nearby bushes just up the path, rubbing his grubby mitts together as he waits for Centurion to pass by. When Centurion finally reaches the bush….he stops and realizes…this isn’t your normal bush. 

It’s an AM-bush! 

Charlie charges out and spears Centurion through a spiked anti-homeless bench, impaling the champion! Charlie makes the pin! 



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"STOP!" 

Before the referee can count to three, the local township zoning officer runs in, waving his hands back and forth and holding a notepad. 

"Did you receive the proper permits?"

"Permits?" Charlie is baffled by the line of questioning.

"This is a D27 Designated Zone. It states that no professional wrestling can take place within the boundries of East Westington Township between the hours of 8 AM and 3 PM without a permit specifically written by the township zoning board." 

By this point, Centurion has stood up, and he and Charlie look at each other. They both take a step back and hit the zoning officer with a superkick, causing the papers to fly everywhere.

"The only thing I hate more than you is bureaucracy."

The two nod to each other, agreeing to do this same song and dance in a few days.

(kickout btw)