Once Graveltrap's "S.R.J" gets halfway through the chorus, the pyros go off... the camera quickly scans the crowd as we're taken straight to the ring, where Jay V is standing with a microphone.

Jay V: Thank you all for that wonderful reception. There was supposed to be a match right now, between four superstars. Now, allow me to explain why that isn't going to happen. Greg Stillson has been placed in a mental institute for his  own safety... Rattlesnayk is too busy selling peanuts in Kazakhstan, Shawn Williams quit and started whining like a baby because we threatened to stop his pay, and you all saw Jay Hova... we've sent him to our developmental camp in Norway. I apologise, however, tonight's opening match shall pit the WsW Stipulation Champion, Riggs, against James Lord in a Singapore Cane match! Thank you!

Xander is seen backstage talking to his friend Christopher by the coffee machine. Jay V is walking around with his headset on, making sure everything will be running smoothly when he gets inside the ring. One of the newbies that is trying to impress backstage, is walking around with cups of coffee on a tray. He walks towards Xander, but trips over a wire, sending the coffee flying into Xander's face as we literally hear the coffee burn at Xander's face. Xander drops to the floor, rolling about, screaming and holding his face as Chris drops down to Xander

Jay: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?! YOU!! WITH THE TRAY!! GET AN AMBULANCE... THEN GET OUT!! YOU'RE FIRED!!!

EMT's come rushing down to Xander and check on him

EMT: I'm afraid he won't be able to wrestle tonight...

Xander: Like shit... give me a mask or something...

EMT: I guess we can't stop him if you've got protective masks...

Jay: Yeah we have, we kept them in case Adz ever needed to come back...

Jay orders Chris to get the mask as the scene fades out

MR: Here comes one of the brightest stars in WsW today the stipulation champion Riggs.

 HI: You should be the champ in sucking up!

The arena drops into total darkness, smoke fills the stage, "Come Out And Play" the crowd let off a huge cheer and as the words "You Gotta Keep'em Separated" hit the stage gets struck be lighting and blue lights begin to flash as Riggs appears and begins to walk down to the ramp. He gets to the ring and climbs in walks over to the ropes and looks at the crowd, he then sits on the turnbuckle waiting.

MR: The rules are simple in this the only legal weapons are those Singapore canes on those turnbuckles and you win when you pin your opponent one, two, three.

HI: Well someone has finally read up…Well done have a gold star…

MR: You have some serious problems…

 Before Icon can speak James Lord jumps the barricade and slides into the ring and begins to attack Riggs. The referee rips James off Riggs and both exchange words as Riggs gets back to his feet. The referee stands in the middle of the two men who are in opposite corners with a Singapore canes behind them. The referee waves his hand and the bell rings and both men turn around and grab the canes from behind them. They both have them and slowly both men begin to circle around the ring.

 MR: Both men are stalking each other waiting for the first move

 HI: The first move can be crucial it can even be the best thing you ever did or the worst…Trust me…

 MR: Both men are still circling each other…

 All of a sudden James Lord runs at Riggs and swings the cane at him; Riggs blocks it using his own cane. Both men back off and begin to circle each other…All of a sudden Riggs puts his cane by his side and tilts his head at James…James moves closer with his cane in a very threatening manner. Smack! Riggs kicks James in the gut and rips the cane from James and Riggs back off holding both canes…Riggs runs at James with both canes but James takes him down with a drop toe hold. James does a backwards roll and grabs a Singapore cane and swings it at Riggs feet…Riggs jumps over the cane and nails a right hand on James. James wobbles off and Riggs begins to attack with hard right and left hands. Both men begin to trade blows on the ropes smacking each other with everything they have got. James nails a harsh forearm and Riggs holds his nose and turns around…James bounces off the ropes and delivers a bulldog on to Riggs.

 MR: James is stomping the hell out of Riggs

 James drags Riggs and places his head on the middle rope. James puts his hands in the air and the crowd cheer, James locks his hands on the top rope and sling shots himself over the top rope and delivers a legdrop on the back of Riggs head. Riggs wobbles to his feet and grabs the Singapore cane as he gets up. James stands on the apron and looks to grab Riggs but Riggs swings the cane and it rattles off James head as he falls off the apron to the outside. Riggs holds the cane high in the air to a huge pop…Riggs bounces off the ropes and flies over the top rope and takes out James and both men tumble around outside. Riggs is up first and drags James to his feet and delivers a snap suplex on the outside, James screams in pain as Riggs drags him to his feet again and attempts to Irish whip James into the ring post…James turns it around and Riggs bounces off the ring post, James picks him up and rolls him into the ring. James grabs the cane and begins to smack Riggs with it in his ribs. Riggs rolls around holding his ribs, James leans over to pick him up but Riggs delivers a thumb to the eye and James stumbles back. Riggs gets to his feet holding his ribs he runs towards James but James nails a brilliant superkick on Riggs. James walks around the ring with a Singapore cane in his hand stalking Riggs.

 HI: Riggs is about to get hurt and I think I’m going to like it

 MR: Riggs is up!

 James swings the cane towards Riggs…Riggs ducks and nails a right hand into James and grabs the cane and then delivers a side Russian leg sweep onto James using the cane and rolls across and hooks the leg…1…2…James kicks out. Riggs picks up James and throws him into the turnbuckle and begins to knock James about. Riggs puts James on the top rope. Riggs clambers up and begins to strike James in the head then all of a sudden James nails a low blow and sticks Riggs head in between his legs and sets him up for a powerbomb. He leaps off the top rope but Riggs reverses it into a frankenstenier and rolls it into the cover…1…James rolls through and holds the roll up pin tight…1…2….Riggs just rolls the shoulder before the count of three!

 HI: This is intense…Riggs just kicked out of one hell of a move.

 MR: Both men have those Singapore canes and things are about to get brutal…

 Both men begin to swing the canes madly at each other swinging it smacking each other with thunderous sick shots. James gets the advantage and knocks Riggs down to his knees…James looks for another sick shot but Riggs ducks and smacks James in the gut with his cane James stumbles and falls onto the middle rope. Riggs wobbles to his feet his body aching he bounces off the ropes and delivers Anarchy ‘99 (619) on James, James falls to the mat as Riggs hooks the leg…1…2…James kicks out. Riggs drags him to his feet and sends him off the ropes he looks for a clothesline, James ducks and comes off the over ropes with a wheel kick and James hooks the leg…1…2…Riggs kicks out. James leaps to his feet and grabs the Singapore cane as Riggs gets to his feet James breaks the cane over Riggs back! James goes behind Riggs and pulls him up and delivers a German suplex with bridge…1…2….Riggs just kicks out. James does not let up he throws Riggs hard into the turnbuckle and runs at him Riggs moves as James bounces off the turnbuckles. Riggs crawls across the ring and grabs the Singapore cane which is still intact. James turns around and Riggs pulls the Singapore cane behind his head and WHACK! He almost beheads James Lord as the cane breaks in two as Riggs hooks the leg…1…2…3!

 MR: What a match, James Lord was hot tonight and he may have not won but he has made a name for himself here tonight….Riggs picks up the victory and advances in the tournament.

 HI: I love Singapore canes…

WINNER AND ADVANCING TO THE QUARTER FINALS = RIGGS!!!

Match 3
Dog Collar Match
World Title Tournament Round One
Antonio J Collins vs. Revolution

 MR: Alright!  It’s time for that dog collar match between Antonio J Collins and Revolution!

 HI: Right you are.  As this match well bring to a close the first hour of Monday Night Mutiny, here is a word from our sponsor.

Starving Boy TV Dinners commercial featuring Donnalley as the starving boy plays.

HI: Never get tired of that commercial. 

MR: Neither do I.  Here comes the ref with the dog collars.

The ref walks down to the ring with the dog collars and chain.  He slides them into the ring and grabs a microphone. 

Referee: Ladies and Gentlemen, as part of the Referee Union, I cannot referee this match, as there is a high probability that I can get injured.  So I am going to judge the majority of this match from the outside. 

MR: Smart move by the ref.

HI: Wussy with a P is more like it.

 "Fighters Passion" by The Immortals drifts from the public announce systems of the arena, and Revolution makes his way down to the ring.  The fans greet him with a mix chorus of cheers and boos.

MR: Not much is known about this man except that he is practically a legend in Japan and this is his first ever debut in the United States of America and the WSW.

HI: From what I have seen of his matches, he’s freaking spectacular.

Revolution flips up and over the ropes and lands in the middle of the ring.  He poses and waits for his opponent.

 MR: And here comes the rookie…

"Bad To The Bone" George Thorogood blears from the PA system, and Antonio J. Collins makes his way down to the ring…in a three piece suit?

 MR: What in the world is this kid thinking about?  This is a shot at a the World Title at Mutiny and he’s wearing a business suit?

 HI: Either he has guts or has no brains.  Seeing as he is a lawyer, it could be either one.

 MR & HI: or Both!

 Collins steps calmly into the ring and tosses his shades out to the ring side assistant.  He then takes off his dress jacket, to reveal a tremendous physique. 

 MR: Wow!  Quite impressive for a lawyer!

 HI: Best body money could buy is more like it.

 The ref slides into the ring and puts one of the collars on Collins.  He goes to put the other one on Revolution, but Revolution grabs it out of his hand and whacks Collins over the head with it.  The ref quickly scrambles out of the way and out of the ring as Revolution continues his assault, delivering lightning fast kicks to the stomach and back of Collins.

 MR: While Revolution is making his debut in WSW…Collins is making his debut in wrestling as a whole.

 HI: And he’s not starting off very well.

 MR: Not at all.

 Revolution runs to the other side of the ropes and leaps over and down to the floor with the chain in his hand.  Collins starts choking as Revolution starts pulling on the chain, using the ring as leverage.  Collins, in a desperate attempt to breath lunges forward and to the ropes opposite of Revolution.  This causes Revolution to slam into the ring and down to the floor.  The ref runs over and slaps the dog collar on the dazed wrestler, and the bell finally sounds.

 MR: Well the match has officially started now. 

 HI: About time.  Collins looks almost out of it already.

 Collins uses the ropes to get up.  He looks over and sees Revolution using the ring to pull himself up.  Collins bounces off the ropes and leaps over the ropes to the left of the side that Revolution is on.  At the last moment he tosses the chain up and around the ring post and uses that to swing around the corner and plant both feet into Revolutions face.  Revolution hits the floor hard.

MR: Tremendous move by Collins.

HI: This kids really showing me something here. 

 Collins quickly gets to his feet and, wrapping the chain around his right hand, straddles Revolution and starts pummeling him with hard rights.  Blood starts pouring from an opening on the top of Revolution’s forehead.

MR: COLLINS IS OPENING REVOLUTION UP! 

HI: Lets see if he can remember that he has to pin him in the ring to advance in the tourney.

 Collins grabs the bloodied Revolution and tosses him into the ring, then follows.  He props him up in the corner and delivers a swift chop to Revolutions chest.

 Audience: WHOO!

 Chop.

 Audience: WHOO!

 Chop.

 Audience: WHOO!

 Chop.

 Audience: WHOO!

 Chop.

 Audience: WHOO!

 Chop.

 Audience: WHOO!

Antonio: WHOO!!!!!

With that, Revolution grabs Collins and switches places with him.  He wraps the chain around his fist and chops Collins in the chest with it.

KATHUNK.

Audience: Whoo?

 MR: Now where is the fun in that?

HI: Well, it's fun to see Collins who was getting kind of cocky, get put back in his place.

Collins doubles over in pain.  Revolution goes to do it again, but Collins leaps up and over the ropes, causing Revolution to slam into the corner face first and flop back and down to the mat.  Collins wraps the chain around his arm and leaps up onto the ring apron and then up onto the top turnbuckle.  Revolution groggily gets to his feet and is knocked down promptly by a flying lariat from the top rope.

MR: Collins used that chain to add some damage.

 HI: Wouldn’t you?

 MR: Well, of course.

 HI: Barbarian.

 MR: Whaaaaaa?

 HI: Back to the match.  Oh beautiful drop toe hold by Revolution.  Caught Collins by surprise.

 Collins lands face first into the mat.  Revolution quickly straddles his back and wraps the chain around Collins’ throat.  He pulls back in a variation of what looks like a camel clutch.

 MR: THE DRAGON CLUTCH!!!  THAT’S ONE OF REVOLUTION’S PATENTED MOVES!

 HI: Jeez, look at the angle he has Collins’ back bending.  And with the chain choking him it’s only a matter of time before Collins taps out and Revolution advances.

 Collins screams…well attempts to, but the chain around his throat makes it sound like a foreign language.  The ref slides in and checks with Collins to see if Collins wants to give up.  Collins ferociously shakes his head no, but then his eyes glaze over and his body goes limp.  The Ref grabs his arm and holds it up, drops it.

Ref: One!

 The Ref lifts the same arm again and drops it down.

Ref: Two!

MR: If Collins’ arm falls one more time he automatically submits and Revolution moves on in the tournament to crown a World Champion here in the WSW.

HI: This is Wrestling’s equivalent to a TKO in boxing.

The referee raises Antonio’s arm one more time, but this time it stays in the air and Collins starts thrashing, trying to escape the hold.  With a complete look of desperation in his eyes, Collins forces himself to his feet with Revolution still on him, runs toward the rope and, bouncing off the second rope, jumps up and back, landing on his back and crushing Revolution between himself and the mat.  The referee dives back to the outside of the ring.

MR: Talk about a desperation move.

HI: Effective as all hell though.

MR: No doubt there.

 Both men lay on the mat, Collins clutching his throat and Revolution looking up at the lights with a dazed and obviously painful stare.  The referee slides back in and starts administering the mandatory 10 count. 

 Referee: One!

 MR: The referee is so far doing his job very well even if he stays outside of the ring for the majority of the match.

 Referee: Three!

HI: But if both men are counted out, what happens to the brackets in the tournament?  Another seeded draw?

Referee: Five!

MR: Well, we will just have to see what the Boss says about it, should it happen.

Referee: Seven!

HI: True Dat.

Referee: Eight!

MR shakes his head sadly.  Both men start to stir in the ring and pull themselves to their feet at the count of 8.  Collins is the first to his feet, but he falls back into the corner.  Revolution, seeing this, leaps from his feet and hits a body splash in the corner with the chains between the men. 

MR: Every time they use the chain, they hurt themselves more then their opponent.

 HI: The blessing and the curse of matches like this.

MR: True Dat.

HI: Shut up.  Only I can speak the people’s lingo.

As MR goes to reply, Revolution whips Collins into the opposite corner.  Just as he is about to slam into the corner, Revolution tugs on the chain, causing Collins to snap back and down to the mat with a loud thud. 

MR: What a whiplash effect that was!

HI: Good way to end a career.

MR: And it’s only his first match!

Revolution wraps a good bit of the chain around his waist, then climbs to the top rope.  As he gets to the top rope, Collins rolls out of the ring and, pulling the chain with him, causes Revolution to fall crotch first into the turnbuckle.

HI: After a move like that I bet there is a revolution in Revolution’s pants.

MR: Did you think of that one all by your lonesome?

HI: I believe I may very well have.

 Collins slides back into the ring and climbs the top turnbuckle until he is level with Revolution.  He then signals toward the announce team’s table.

 MR: Something tells me we should move.

 HI: I second that motion.  Let’s get the hell out of here.

 MR and HI run off to the corner as Collins wraps the chain around Revolutions head and jumps up and over, pulling Revolution by his head off the turnbuckle, through the table, and to the floor in a neckbreaker like move.

 MR: OH MY GOD!!!  A BLOCKBUSTER NECKBREAKER FROM THE TOP ROPE-

 HI: THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE-

 MR & HI: AND TO THE FLOOR!!!

 MR: How in the world can anybody have survived that?

 HI: I don’t know, but that Lawyer is definitely treating this match like a courtroom case.  Hard hitting and dirty!

 MR: The thing is, as I said earlier, Collins did just as much damage to himself as he did to Revolution.

 The referee checks both men, and starts giving the ten count.

 Referee: One!

 HI: Why the hell is he counting?

Referee: Two!

 MR: I think he’s trying to give both men a chance to get back up, otherwise he’ll have to call the match a draw.  Then the men will be back to square one, especially after such a phenomenal match.

 Referee: Six!

 HI: I knew that.

 Referee: Seven!

Collins grabs the guard rail and tries to pull himself up.  Revolution crawls on his belly to the ring and tries to use the apron the help him up.

Referee: Nine! 

Collins makes it to his feet in time to break the count, then slumps forward again.

 MR: Collins broke the count, but the Referee is probably going to start it again.

 HI: Stupid ref.

 MR & HI: True Dat.

 Both men look at each other in disgust while Revolution stumbles up and over to Collins and drags him back to the ring.  He clumsily tosses Collins into the ring and then follows in.  Revolution pulls Collins to the corner via the chain and starts to climb up to the top.

 MR: Didn’t Revolution learn anything the first time?

 HI: This is where the trouble started last time!

 As he is being pulled up by the collar, Collins has no choice but to follow Revolution up.  Revolution hooks on a front chantery headlock and tries to lift Collins.

 MR: OH NO!  IS HE GOING FOR THE KEY CRUSHER???

 HI: That move if freaking devastating!

 MR: IF HE HITS IT THIS MATCH IS OVER.

Revolution lifts Collins in a perfect vertical lift as Collins start struggling, however, Revolution stays focused and brings Collins down with a Key Crusher!!! He rolls over and hooks the leg 1...2...3!!!

MR: HE DONE IT!! REVOLUTION BEAT THE NEWCOMER!!

HI: What a debut by Antonio, though... but Revolution showing how much experience can win a match...

WINNER AND ADVANCING TO THE QUARTER FINALS = REVOLUTION!!!

 MR: FOLKS, WE’RE ONLY HALFWAY DONE WITH THE SHOW!!!

 HI: STAY TUNED!!!

 Commercial of Packer Three: The World’s Strongest Fat Builder, starring Spade.

HI: Holy crap…

MR: What…?

HI: That STINKS…

MR: What!?

HI: THAT IS THE MOST DISGUSTING THING I HAVE EVER SMELT!!!

MR: Ohhhh the pig pen…

HI: NO! YOU! GO TAKE A SHOWER!

MR: That is hilarious… Up next folks, as you may have guessed, is some fun in the pig pen…

HI: And unlike Rossenbourg this fun in the pig pen will not end with a pig crapping out lubricant…

"Bring Me To Life" by Evanescence hits and Above Average 1 makes his way out to absolute silence from the crowd… Not a cheer nor a boo… As AA1 makes his way past the Pig Pen in the middle of the ramp, a member of the crowd finally makes noise.

FAN IN ROW Z: YOU SUCK!

FAN NEXT TO HIM: Shut up moron!

HI: This is a first…

MR: Fans being quite harsh with the "Above Average 1"

AA1 slides into the ring looking bemused by the absolute disrespect shown by the crowd… The silence is broken by "In Constant Sorrow" by The Soggy Bottom Boys kicking in! The crowds go wild as Justin Bred makes his way out onto the stage… The crowds cheering for Hickonomics!

MR: This is more like the WsW crowds we know and love…

HI: You just love the guys Michael…

As Justin turns to face the crowds, AA1 climbs through the ropes and dives off with a double axe handle to Justin’s back! Bred falls to one knee as AA1 begins to rain punches down on the back of his neck causing him to drop to both knees. Searching under the ring, AA1 finds a steal chair. Taking a run up, he swings the chair hoping to connect with Justin’s head.

MR: DROP TOE HOLD BY BRED!

HI: He shifted his feet well for a big guy…

MR: That’ll be the line dancing…

HI: Are you really a faggot?

AA1’s face smashes down onto the chair, simultaneously crushing his fingers against the floor. AA1 yelps in pain as Justin Bred slowly gets to his feet, shaking his head to ware off effects of the punches. He gets back to his feet and grabs the chair, smashing it into the kidneys of AA1!

MR: What a SHOT to the kidneys!

HI: Nice… He’ll be pissing blood soon… God I miss that feeling…

Bred pulls AA1 up and whips him spine first into the steal ring post… AA1 staggers out and is caught with a backdrop on the concrete! Coughing from the combined kidney, ring post and backdrop shots, AA1 slowly gets to his knees. Justin slams a boot into his ribs.

MR: Looks like Justin’s trying to give old AA1 a few internal injuries…

HI: Good tactics… if the guy can’t breathe… he can’t beat ya!

AA1 pushes up from the ground again, Bred pulls him up by the tights and slams a couple of forearms into his lower back. Looking wounded, AA1 staggers away from his smaller aggressor. Justin methodically grips AA1 around the neck and pulls back for a Russian leg sweep smashing AA1’s lower back into the ground again!

MR: Above Average 1 is getting his ass whipped…

HI: I bet you like that don’t ya Mikey boy…

MR: Shut the f…

Above Average 1 rolls around on the ground holding his back and kidneys, he pulls himself up and rests his upper body on the steel steps. Bred picks up the chair and pins AA1 to the steps by pressing his foot against the back of his neck. Finally, Bred rains 3 huge shots to the back and ribs of AA1 who screams in pain as blood starts to trickle out of his mouth.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Bred pulls AA1 to his feet and lifts him into a back breaker position. He drives the fallen AA1 rib first into the ring post before dropping him onto his knee sending more shock through AA1’s injured internal structure…

HI: This is BRUTAL!

MR: I bet you like that don’t ya Icony boy…

HI: What the f…

Justin Bred smiles as he pulls AA1 to his feet and on the outside of the ring hits the Incestuous Rest! Slamming AA1 face first onto the ground… Bred looks to the apron, smiles again as he climbs up. Taunting his fallen opponent he pushes against the ring ropes and dives off hitting a modified Pancakes!

MR: That will have MORE than messed up AA1 inside…

HI: It sure has… look at the blood…

A small pool of blood forms around AA1’s head as it pours out of his mouth. Bred pulls the fallen superstar to his feet and leans him against the pig pen on the ramp way. He nails 1… 2… 3 punches to his opponents ribs… takes a few steps back, taunts the bloody AA1 then slams a clothesline into his throat sending both AA1 and Justin Bred into the Pig Pen! A referee makes his way to the Pen to raise the hand of Justin Bred… The winner!

HI: No way… Bred eliminated himself…

MR: No… he put AA1 into the pen… he just wanted some fun of his own!

Justin Bred raises his hands and throws pig slop at the crowd before pulling the referee into the pen! The crowds scream as "In Constant Sorrow" by The Soggy Bottom Boys plays for the victor!

WINNER AND ADVANCING TO THE QUARTER FINALS = JUSTIN BRED!!!

In the back, Todd quickly heads to the dressing room of Quentin Barnes… The man unheard of all week. Knocking on the door, he enters without permission.

T: Mr. Barnes… Mr. Barnes… Can I get a few words!?

QB: Woah, Woah, Woah… Who the hell are you walking into my dressing room uninvited…

T: I just…

QB: You just nothing buddy… I could’ve been naked…

T: I…

QB: You what? You wanted to catch me naked… Who in the right royal hell are you? You sick ssss… ssss… ssssumbitch!?

T: I’m… I’m Todd… WsW interviewer…

QB: And you barged in here because you wanted what? Other than to catch a look at the Wolf’s schlong!?

T: I didn’t want to catch a look at the… Nevermind… I just wanted to catch a few words about where you’ve been all this week? The fans have been disappointed and are scared you’re gunna ditch your partner…

QB: Hold up son… I never ditch a partner… Especially one as lovely as Liana… Tonight, Quentin Barnes his here… ready and willing to take each and every ass whipping Stryfe and Xander are going to throw at him… I’m no Knight in shining armour… I will not stand in the way of Liana getting her hands on Xander… I will DEFINITELY love to see that happen… She can give you a hurricanraina any day Xander? Well she sure can… an hopefully she’ll snap your neck in the process… Stryfe you’ve bitched and complained about getting screwed 2 weeks in a row… Dude, you’re in WsW… What the fuck you think was gunna happen!?

T: But aside from that… Where have you been all week!? We haven’t heard from you! NOT A WORD!

QB: Don’t shout Todd… You’ll get your blood pressure too high and your post "Seeing The Wolf naked" boner might explode… Where have I been this week? Simple… I took this week to try and find my sister… It seemed more important that cutting daily promos… I felt it was unnecessary… So I didn’t, I apologise to the fans and to my co-workers for that… It was nothing business… purely personal…

T: And you’re thoughts on Jay V’s involvement in the match this week?

QB: I saw Jay claiming that his protection of Liana is pure business… This is as not to cloud the way he will call the match this week… Jay wont get in my face, I wont get in his… To use an old cliché… I’ll be busy kicking ass and taking names… No, this week my focus is not on Greg Stillson, nor is it on Jay V… It is firmly on my opponents… And I hope the referee’s focus is clearly on the match… and not on my lovely partner… And Liana… if you think Jay’s interest is purely business… Then you have no idea… And you never will… No get out of here Todd… I’m not showing you my tackle… not now, not ever you dirty little ball juggling pervert…

Barnes feigns a slap with the right hand…

QB: GET!

Todd staggers and quickly heads out of the dressing room leaving Barnes laughing in delight