It’s the night before the big PPV. Thanksgiving Carnage is just a few short hours away from kicking off. And it’s what will turn out to be the biggest night in Holy Evil’s short, angry life.
Holy sits snug in his bed, assured that Undertow and Claudette are safely hidden away where Chevalier won’t find them.
Chevalier is trying to sleep, but is having trouble. He is really worried about Claudette and Undertow. His emotions are roiling and churning against and through him.
Undertow is sleeping as well. She’s dreaming about what’s to come and how much she’ll enjoy it.

Claudette, still tied up to a chair, slowly waisting away with tears, has cried herself to sleep...