[Dom Stoate, the General Manager of MWF, comes down the ramp, with a particularly smug look on his face as he smiles towards the audience, many of the people in it baring banners and flags that wear Insane Wayne's name on, or something related to his title defeat the night earlier. Stoate has several plasters on his head and neck area, but seems to be in reasonably good spirits despite this.]

JP: And here comes the General Manager, looking particularly pleased with himself! Well, I hope he's happy with how he cost Wayne the title! Wayne worked damn hard for that shot and Stoate blew it for him! I'm glad that Harley put him through that glass!

Sully: You gotta admire Stoate's resilience! He still managed to hobble down to the ring and help Spade!  And didn't Doomsday have the very same intentions? Didn't he come down with intentions of ruining it for the World Champion, Ace Spade?

JP: It's different. The man is the damn General Manager, Sully. He shouldn't get himself so involved. He shouldn't let his feelings interrupt his work.

[Stoate moves up the steps at the outside before moving along the apron, ducking down beneath the bottom rope and moving towards the middle of the ring, microphone snatched from an outside official's hand as he moves towards the ring.]

JP: I don't want to hear what this man has to say, I-

[As the music dies down, Stoate's voice pierces through the atmosphere of hate (aimed at the GM) as he says loudly and proudly:]

GM D. Stoate: Wayne! Wayne! This one is for you!

[And, in a loud and rather off key tone, he'd begin to sing loudly:]

GM D. Stoate: NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH! NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH! HEEYYY-OHHH, G-

[Wayne's music hits and Stoate halts his singing immediately, looking out of the corner of his eye towards the titantron. The fans scream with happy anticipation, and Stoate turns to face the ramp.]

JP: Yes! Wayne is coming to shut this damn SOB up for sure!

Sully: If he lays a hand on the GM-

[And then, out of the entrance way comes a grinning Ace Spade, his title over his shoulder. Stoate grins happily, places the microphone beneath his arm and begins to give Spade applause. The fans sound less than happy.]

JP: Oh, please. The man just loves himself doesn't he?

Sully: And why shouldn't he? He is the World Champion! He should be feeling like a million bucks!

JP: Well he sure doesn't look like a million bucks! He is cut up and bruised from Wayne's efforts that were thwarted by the damn General Manager on a power trip last night!

[Spade moves down the ramp, arms outstretched proudly as he grins (although his face IS a little bit messed up and bruised from the match last night.), doing a little turn half way down the ramp. Stoate grins and urges the fans to congratulate the Champion with hand movements. They do not. Spade moves beneath the bottom rope, sliding before standing up. Stoate steps back and, mid-spin, Spade takes the offered microphone before speaking. Wayne's entrance music that Spade had used to fool the audience, fading down now.]

JP: Oh God, he'd gonna talk.

[And he does.]

Ace Spade: Yes. Yes. I know. I know. I am the World Champion. I am the World Champion still, and I wanted to come out here to thank you loyal fans for helping me to that win. I'd like to-.. Wait a second..

[He'd pause..]

Ace Spade: Ah, hell! Who am I kidding? It was all me! It was all 'The Player'! And, I guess, some help from General Manager Stoate here.

[He'd turn back to face the fans as Stoate takes a slight bow. Spade turns back to the audience and continues. He takes a deep breath before sighing and evidently happy sigh.]

Ace Spade: Ohhh. It's GOOD to be the Champion!

[And with that, he'd drop the microphone before turning and moving over towards a turnbuckle, hopping up onto it and raising his title belt proudly. Stoate leans down and picks up the microphone, looking rather pained as he does so, but managing despite.]

Sully: Those two are made of what it takes! No matter what happens to them, they still manage to get up and carry on!

JP: But you can't ignore the fact that Stoate is suffering. They may not even have all of the glass out of him now!

[Stoate picks the microphone up and stands up straight, wincing as he does so. He'd raise the microphone to his lips, before saying:]

GM D. Stoate: As you can see…Despite the efforts of Insane Wayne, Ace Spade is still standing. And, as you can also see, I am still standing after the dastardly efforts of Sean Harley. Harley… You made a grievous mistake doing what you did to me last night, and, to be honest, I'm lucky that I'm still alive after what you did to me.

JP: I suppose that's true.

Sully: Something has to be done! Harley is a loose cannon!

GM. D. Stoate: And so I am going to do something that should undo the mistake that President Walker made long ago by employing you. Because, Sean…As of now, you are FIR-

[He is cut off for not the first time tonight by entrance music interfering. The music belongs to none other than President Edward Walker. Stoate pauses, looking towards the ramp area, a slightly concerned look on his face.]

JP: Hah! Look at the look on his face! He looks like a rabbit stuck in the headlights of an eighteen-wheeler!

Sully: Oh, c'mon, JP! Walker controls every job here in the MWF! Even the GM's!

[Walker moves down the ramp with purpose, fans chanting his name steadily. By now, Spade has moved off the turnbuckle and has his attention cast towards the ramp. Ed Walker moves down it, a concentrated look on his face as he moves up the side steps quickly, along the apron and beneath the top rope into the ring. Stoate steps backwards as Walker moves straight for the centre of the ring, snatching the microphone out of Stoate's hand. Walker speaks immediately.]

President Walker: Shut up.

[This gets a huge pop from the fans and Stoate shakes his head a little bit, looking to the side briefly before turning back to face Walker.]

JP: That's tellin' him!

Sully: That's no way to speak to the GM!

JP: Even if it is said by the President?

Sully: …No comment.

President Walker: Now, I've had to sit back and listen to you two long enough and frankly, I'm pretty damn sick of it. And when it comes to Harley, you deserved everything that you got from him, Stoate.

[This gets another pop and Stoate contests this, stepping forwards towards Walker who raises a hand to halt him.]

President Walker: But I'm not actually here to talk about you, Stoate. I'm here to talk about -you-.

[Now looking directly at Ace Spade. The World Champion shuffles his shoulders about, sniffing indignantly.]

JP: It's about time someone had a word with that one!

President Walker: Yeah, you fought hard. You won your match. But there was also no need to come out here and spit in the face of these fans by gloating and thanking nobody but yourself. Without these people, you wouldn't get paid, and the MWF wouldn't even be here.

[Another large pop from the audience as Walker continues.]

President Walker: So, would you believe it, I have an idea. I have a match idea for you. I have booked you for a match for next week.

[Spade turns to look towards Stoate and shrugs before looking back towards the President.]

President Walker: I know you like him, so I have booked you a match against Troy Knight!

JP: TROY BOY! Troy Boy, Troy Knight!

[Spade throws the title onto the ground in reaction and stomps on the canvas, moving up to Walker and getting up in his face. Walker lowers the microphone and gets back in his face. Stoate pulls Spade back as the fans chant Walker's name.]

President Walker: But don't get so heated up, I haven't decided if it's for the World Title yet..

[Spade glares threateningly at Walker.]

President Walker: Now get out of my sight you two before I fire you!

[Stoate glares at Walker and the heat between them is visible. After a pause or two, Stoate and Spade move towards the outside of the ring, the title now in Spade's hands. They both move up the ramp, the fans singing loudly:]

"NAH NAH NAH NAH. NAH NAH NAH NAH. HEEEE-YYYOOOO.. GOOODBYE!"

[Walker stands proudly in the ring as the fans make a hell of a lot of noise.]

JP: It's going to be next week! Troy Knight versus The World Champion, Ace Spade!

Sully: How could he put him in a match against Knight?! Everyone knows how much Spade hates him!

JP: Is it for the Title? We don't know yet, but I think that Prez Ed has a pretty good idea!

[Stoate and Spade move up the ramp, both of them hobbling from their injuries that Stoate suffered outside of the ring, and that Spade suffered from events inside the ring.]