Rot and Con are seen walking backstage, pretty exuberant after there win against Cross and Matlock. They're hollering, telling jokes about Matlock's mom, and talking about the next move in the faction war. Soon they near their locker room.

Con: "Hey, shouldn't we go find Tommy and the Midget?"

Rot: "Yeah probably, but after I pop open a brewski. I got that Sam Adam's Cherry Wheat, dude!"

Con: "Fuck ya, man. Let's down that shit. We deserve it after everything that we did tonight."

They reach the door, and Rot looks confused seeing the door ajar. He looks at Con, who shrugs, and they both walk in. They flip up the switch, and find a sight that resembles the one earlier; Palsied laid out on the floor bloody and bruised, and the Midget upside down in a garbage can. Rot looks confused, he doesn't know whether to believe it, or kick Palsied's ass for real.

Rot: "Oh c'mon, the same joke twice? That's lame, Tommy."

Con looks at Rot, then to the crime scene, then back to Rot.

Con: "Uh Rob, I don't think they're kiddin' man."

Rot steps in, and walks over to Palsied. He kneels down, and sees that he's really busted open and really bruised. He looks over to the Midget who is skwirming around inside the garbage can.

Rot: "Ugh... go see if the Midget is alright."

Con pulls the Midget out of the garbage, and finds a McDonald's wrapper stuck to his face. Con peels it off, as Rot shakes Palsied, trying to wake him up. It's not working though, but Rot has a plan. He grabs a bottle of water, and dumps it on Palsied's face. His eyes open slowly, and he immediately clutches his head.

Rot: "Tommy, who the Hell did this to you guys?"

Palsied mumbles something.

Rot: "What!?"

Palsied: "I said... it was Double Cross."

Double Cross... oh... Dante and Cross. Heh. Rot looks like he's fuming now, as he stands up.

Con: "Rob, you alright?"

Rot: "Yeah, I'm quite fine. Take care of these two, bring them down to the infirmary. I didn't want to do this, but it seems I got a phone call to make."

Rot walks over to his jeans (he has on his wrestling gear right now), and digs into one of the pockets. A cell phone appears in his hand, he flips it open, and dials a couple digits. He puts the phone to his hear.

Rot: "Yeah... put Cross away for good. I'll double your pay for this. Alright, thanks... Kilo."

Con looks back at Rot all wide-eyed as he carries the Midget under his arm, and has Palsied's arm over his shoulder.

Con: "Did you just...?"

Rot: "It's time to show Cross our full hand."

We fade from there.