Backstage in Jerm's office, the giant lottery ball is sat on a desk, filled with the rest of the Anarchy entrant numbers... McMillion smirks as Dante Cross and Latino Diablo stand round the desk, hands on hips...

Latino: "Uhh.. You first, boss."

Dante shrugs..

Dante: "You sure?"

Latino nods. Dante dips his hand into the giant lottery ball, and rummages around... a couple of seconds later, he pulls out his pick, and takes a look at it... smirking.

Dante: "Nice.."

Latino grins widely.

Latino: "Vvvvvery nice, ah?"

Jerm: "Good luck."

Dante looks Jerm up and down.. and smirks a little... He looks back to Diablo, and pats him on the back quickly..

Dante: "Good luck, man."

Dante strolls out the door, leaving Latino Diablo too make his pick...

Latino: "Mmmm... I feel it must be destiny, eh? The magic number 30... I SHALL CHOOSE IT!"

Diablo dips his hand into the lottery ball as McMillion smirks. Latino pulls his pick out quickly, and takes a look at it... His head drops a little...

Latino: "Not quite my day, then..."

Rot now swaggers in, rubbing his chin..

Rot: "So I can make my pick now?"

Jerm nods... Diablo looks over at Rot.

Latino: "... Ahh.. Misterr Rot. You face Dante, uh?"

Rot raises a brow, pushes past Latino Diablo.

Latino: "May you be warned... He shall 'whup' your ass, Misterr Rot... Be warned..."

Rot: "Alright, move it on, Mexico."

Latino blows him off, making a 'pfft' sound... He walks out, and Rot dips his hand in to the giant lottery ball. McMillion peers over the lottery ball.

Jerm: "Feelin' lucky?"

Rot: "Luck's not an issue... Jerm."

Rot pulls out his Anarchy pick... He looks at it, his rather... in-different. Rot shrugs... a 'screw it' expression, before he spins on his feet, and walks out the office. McMillion pulls that slimy smirk once again, as we fade too black.