This is a 2nd round match in the A1E #1 Contenders Tournament for the A1E World Heavyweight Title at A1E's Golden Dreams!

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The sound of the final bell in the match between Roderick McRatrick and Damon Blackburn can be heard as the camera fades in. The scene is the black curtain in the backstage area the wrestlers wait at before their entrance music hits. Ken Cloverleaf is seen watching a nearby television with a smug look on his face and his arms crossed, sweat from the match before still dripping from his face and a white towel around his neck. As he witnesses the result of the match on the television a sinister grin forms upon his face and he shakes his head up and down and lets out a slight laugh

KC- Well what do you know...this next round is going to be even easier than the fun Ken Cloverleaf had annihilating and embarrassing Twelve about 15 short minutes ago...

The man who makes up the brackets should just pencil my name into the third round because that's exactly where Ken Cloverleaf is headed...

Ken lets out an arrogant laugh and holds his hands out as he smirks

I mean just look at me...

The A1E's premier superstar and best wrestler in the entire tournament along with being a hero and role model to millions across the world...

Hell, nobody in this company stands a chance against a wrestler of my caliber with those kinds of credentials...

Ken's arrogant tone changes to a more forceful one

Not even the A1E's current Cinderella story Randy McRanderson who just so happened to pull a win out of nowhere against another one of Sensationally Perfect's favorite whipping boys Damon Blackburn...

Ken cracks his knuckles and gives an arrogant smirk to the camera

Randy, you just remember that when you got that pinfall over that pathetic wretch Damon Blackburn and the final bell sounded, it signified the end of your time in the tournament...

As far as Ken Cloverleaf is concerned, you're on borrowed time there junior and it's going to end this week...

You had your nice little bit of excitement and got the biggest win of your pathetic career but now it's time to face reality and accept the fact that this Tuesday you will lose to the best wrestler since the invention of the turnbuckle...

Ken glares into the camera

This week I will give you, Randy McRanderson, just a little taste of how it is to wrestle with somebody who is on the perfect and outstanding level that Ken Cloverleaf is on...

And after I feel that you have had enough then I'll finish you off and send you back down to the bottom to wrestle with all the other no-talent wastes of life in this federation...

Ken pauses and chuckles

Your carriage has arrived to take you into the second round Randy...

Ken smirks

Unfortunately for you, the clock is at midnight and I have my carving knife out and ready to cut into another victory...

Ken laughs and leaves the backstage entrance area as the camera focuses on Roderick celebrating in the ring after his win over Damon and fades out

The camera fades into the dark scenery of a local bar in Cleveland just hours after Tuesday Night Warfare. As the camera proceeds through a crowd of drunken people in the bar it spots the A1E's only perfect, outstanding superstar Ken Cloverleaf, sitting on a bar stool with an aggravated look on his face.

As the camera focuses on Ken, it is apparent that he has money out and wants a drink but has not been served yet by the lanky inexperienced bartender wearing a white apron with slicked backed black hair and a thin handlebar moustache. As Ken grows more annoyed he finally lets out a disgusted sigh and yells toward the general direction of the young bartender

KC- Hey! What's a guy gotta do to get a drink around here?

Do you know who I am son?

A nervous look comes over the face of the young man as he timidly goes to speak

Bartender Uhh...No I...

Ken cuts him off mid sentence

KC- Don't give Ken Cloverleaf your pathetic excuses just get a Rum and Coke and make it quick...

And don't even think that you deserve a tip for this shoddy service...

Ken turns his head toward the camera and shakes his head in disgust as the young man runs off to make his drink

KC- You know, that's just what Ken Cloverleaf expects from a run-down disgraceful city like Cleveland...

Hell, this city is so worthless their freaking river caught on fire...

Now somebody please tell me how in the hell a river can catch on fire?

Ken pauses for a second and smirks

And who the hell was the color blind moron who thought Orange and Brown would go well together...

Now there's a real winner for you...

I'll tell ya, the smartest thing Art Modell ever did was to move out of this godforsaken city...

I wouldn't want live in a place that has a few worthless sports teams, a museum and a bunch of slums either...

Ken laughs to himself and sighs before moving on

Kinda reminds Ken Cloverleaf of some wastes of life in the A1E right now...

I mean you have people like Beast still running around claiming that his shit doesn't stink and how he miraculously saved the entire A1E by winning War Games when all he did was sit around and watch Big Dog pummel Drifter, Housefly and Gladiator and beat them like the bitches they are...

Hey Beastie Boy, why don't you just tuck your tail between your legs and go beat on some more retards over there in Epilepsy Pro Wrestling while Ken Cloverleaf defeats the real superstars here in A1E...

Ken glares into the camera

Beast, I did my job at Wargames...

Hell there jerk-o Ken Cloverleaf even took out two people by eliminating Dam Skippy and that waste of life Torment...

Ken holds his arms out and shrugs

I mean I know I'm perfect and outstanding but I gotta let everybody else have a turn and when I did, Drifter and Gladiator blew it for the Empire...

They even constructed a gigantic plan with that imbecile Lindsay Troy, who you know is the least reliable person in the A1E and even that didn't work...

She's another wrestler in this wretched federation who should just stick her head in the oven that she pulls my dinner out of...

Ken snaps his fingers and his face lights up

Speaking of...

Ken stops and realizes his drink has not arrived yet and stands up pounding on the bar. The young, shady man finally brings his drink over and walks away as Ken glares at him

This is getting ridiculous...

But hey, maybe this week Richard will be smart and not show up this week to save himself the embarrassment of getting pounded by Ken Cloverleaf like the pencil-thin railroad spike that he is...

But that's only if he's smart...

Ken glares into the camera

If he isn't...

Like the majority of the fools in this federation...

Then he will suffer the same fate as the rest...

Ken pauses and breathes heavier

Which is losing to the greatest superstar to ever step into an A1E ring...

Ken turns his head away from the camera and begins drinking his Rum and Coke as the camera fades out

We're at the arena in Cincinnati...

Squiggy Jackson: Hey, shouldn't you at least know what the arena is called, Mr. "I Know Everything" Disembodied Voice?

Hey, why don't you go sit on a broomstick, you...

Roderick McRatrick: Hey, hey, why don't you two take it easy.

He started it.

SJ: Did not! You're the one who doesn't know what the arena is called!

Well, do you?

SJ: Umm, no, but it's not my...

Then that settles it! You're just the pot calling the kettle black!

SJ: It's not my job! You should know!

Oh yeah? Hey, Roderick, what's the name of the arena.

RMR: Umm, the Slinky McTwistedton Memorial Arena Garden Dog Show Center

Ookay... we're here at the Slinky McTwistedton...

SJ: THAT'S NOT THE NAME OF THE ARENA!

Fine then, since you don't trust Mr. McRatrick, and you obviously don't trust me, I'm out.

SJ: Fine, we don't need you!

...

SJ: Really!

...

SJ: Okay, is he gone?

RMR: I think so.

SJ: Okay, I'm here with... you know, I was right on that issue.

RMR: Oh... umm, ph, yeah, you were, I mean, where is he getting off on saying you like to fondle midgets.

SJ: Um... you weren't even paying attention, were you?

RMR: Sure I was, Ms. Grabowskingtonovskiovich, ask me anything about the Revolutionary War!

SJ: Nevermind... anyway, you advanced to the second round of the tournament by using everything but the kitchen sink to defeat Damon Blackburn. What are your thoughts on the victory?

RMR: Well, for starters, Damon Blackburn likes the feel of steel wool against his buttocks, and ultimately, that's how I won.

SJ: I don't follow...

RMR: (oblivious) Furthermore, I am getting just a bit sick and tired of Canuck and Tank Jew dodging my challenge. I was hoping that I would get to face him at this week's Tuesday Night Warfare, but I see he's a typical coward, running away, denying the fact that I have issues with him...

SJ: Wait a second, you have issues iwth him? I thought you said beating the 18th greatest Cyber Champion of all time would be satisfaction enough for you?

RMR: Obviously, you didn't hear some of the things he said about me in his running away from me.

SJ: Waht?

RMR: Here's the proof... (pulling out a sheet of computer paper with a crudely drawn stick figure with a speech bubble on it done in MS Paint and hands it to Squiggy)

SJ: (reading) "Roderick McRatrick is too much man for me to handle, so I am at his chicken farm in Saskatchewan, violating his hens..." what the frig is this all about?

RMR: He actually said that! He's gone to violate my precious chickens in the suburbs of Saskatoon! Didn't you just hear what he said?

SJ: He didn't say anything though! You obviously typed this text in on your computer at home...

RMR: LIES! Stop covering for his sorry Canadian ass!

SJ: You know, if you spent half the time concentrating on Ken Cloverleaf as you...

RMR: Ken Cloverleaf? Who's that?

SJ: Your opponent this week.

RMR: Oh wait, him? You mean A1E's only Piece of Shit?

SJ: I think the POS stands for Perfect, Outstanding Superstar.

RMR: No, he can't be talking about it that way. I mean, I'm hte only perfect superstar here, cuz undefeated. Since he's not perfect, I'm assured that the POS means Piece of Shit.

SJ: Ugh... you're not unde...

RMR: And besides, he thinks he's taking on Randy McRanderson, fearsome Irish shootfighter!

SJ: No, I think he was referring to you. I mean...

RMR: Nosense, everyone knows that Randy McRanderson is the world's greatest shootfighter, and a personal friend of mine. Then again, this Cloverleaf character is a drunk idiot, so that's not out of the realm of possibility.

SJ: Drunk idiot?

RMR: Yeah, you saw him. He was all like slurring over his speech drinking all kinds of alkie drinks and stuff. I mean, first he's talking about Art Modell leaving Cleveland... we're not even in Cleveland, we're in Cincinnati! He doesn't even know where he is, he's so plastered!

SJ: Wow, I'm surprised you knew that.

RMR: Knew what?

SJ: Knew that Art Modell owned the Browns in Cleveland and you know the city you're in, given on some days, you don't know where you are.

RMR: Oh, that's a lie. We all know that Art Modell owns the Los Angeles Nighthawks of the Illuminati Football League, but that's not important. What's important is that Ken Cloverleaf is a drunk idiot who not only thinks he's taking on shootfighter extraordinaire Randy McRanderson, but that I'm taking on David Skipovich.

SJ: David Skipo... what the hell?

RMR: Well, he said I was going to lose to the greatest superstar ever to step into an A1E ring, right?

SJ: Yeah, but I think he was referring to himself...

RMR: Nonsense, we all know David Skipovich was the best ever. Indisputable fact. Just more reason why he's a moron. In fact, why am I even talking about Cloverleaf when I have the more dominant challenge of Skipovich ahead?

SJ: But you don't! You're not facing Skipovich, you're not facing Canuck, and I don't even know if Tank Jew exists! You're facing KEN CLOVERLEAF!

RMR: Jeez, no need to be all up in my grill in stuff, gangsta...

SJ: Jesus, you...

RMR: (interrupting) But anyway, I have a home movie dramatization of what will happen when I get into the ring with Cloverleaf. Mack! Roll footage!

(Footage rolls on the screen with Roderick on one end of the ring and Rusty Joe, dressed in Cloverleaf's ring regalia and drinking out of a bottle of moonshine with "Also Sprach Zarathrusta" playing in the background, running in slow motion. Rusty Joe takes the bottle from his lips and says "I be onery" and then starts walking towards Roderick. He trips, dropping the bottle and rolling over on his back. Roderick puts his foot on Rusty Joe's chest as 'Rodney McRipped' appears on screen to count the three.)

RMR: Beautiful footage, and an accurate predictor of what's going to happen, I say.

SJ: I'm speechless.

RMR: It was that good?

SJ: No, you're that pathetic.

RMR: I'll settle for that!

SJ: Oy.

...

...


SJ: Oh, I forgot, Roderick walked off after I said 'oy.' Show's over.

SJ: Seriously, I had better get paid for doing two jobs now...

Oh no you're not. I'm a union disembodied voice, and now, I'm filing a grievance for being a scab doing a union job!

SJ: You bastard!

Hey, don't mess with the union if you don't want to get in trouble.

Squiggy walks off muttering under his breath, as I get the last laugh.

Muhuhuhahahahahha

Voice Over- Ladies and Gentlemen Welcome to A1E Tonight!!!

The "A1E Tonight" Music plays over a television located in the wrestler's lounge in the U.S. Bank Arena in Cincinnati where a few road workers are resting and catching up on all the day's events in the A1E for Monday, a day before the big Tuesday Night extravaganza.

Voice Over- Tooooooonight on the big show...

Will "Sensational" Steven Shane move one step closer to capturing the A1E World Heavyweight Championship or can Euclid continue his recent success?

The television shows shots of Steven Shane and Euclid's last encounter

Can Beast finally silence Housefly and the rest of the Empire or will the King of Flies gain the upper hand in this ongoing war?

A few clips of Beast and Housefly's feud over the years appears on the screen with the voice over

One Tournament...

The biggest prize in the industry...

Who will move onto the third round?

Shots of Mr. Incredible, Slambo the Clown, James Irish, Shane Weston, Dan Ryan, Roderick McRatrick, Ken Cloverleaf, Lindsay Troy and Torment all flash across the screen with dramatic music playing in the background

Voice Over- All this and more...

On A1E Tonight!

The intro fades into the "A1E Tonight" set where Kayla Wilson is sitting behind a brown oak desk accompanied by the Iron Duke with television monitors behind them showing past A1E highlights on the screen

Kayla- We begin tonight with our main event tag match for this Tuesday's show...one of the most important matches in each of these wrestler's respective careers...

A1E Tonight examines the match between Housefly, Beast, Euclid and Steven Shane looking at promos by each along with previewing a few other matches before introducing the match between Ken Cloverleaf and Roderick McRatrick

Kayla- Roderick McRatrick has had alot to say to the A1E's Perfect, Outstanding Superstar but we now have word that Ken Cloverleaf has responded and we have the brand new footage right here on an A1E Tonight exclusive. So here is the latest Ken Cloverleaf promo in its entirety...Enjoy!

The camera fades into a shot of a shirtless Ken Cloverleaf sitting hunched over on a metal folding chair with his head down breathing heavily. He stays in this position for a second and then looks up with an arrogant smirk forming across his face as he begins to speak

KC- Ahh Roderick what is Ken Cloverleaf going to do with you buddy...

You're antics are rather amusing, and you know it really shows how much of a jackass you can be when given the chance...

Ken stares into the camera as his voice becomes softer

This week is the biggest opportunity of your miserable career...

The chance to go one on one with a superior main-event athlete such as Ken Cloverleaf...

The opportunity for a shot at the A1E World Heavyweight Championship...

Ken pauses as he stares into the camera

Everything is set up all nice and neat in a giant package with a little bow on it and instead of getting ready to tear into that package like a 5 year old on Christmas morning what are you doing?

You're on a different planet making challenges to your fellow no-name imaginary friends and enjoying that feel of steel wool against your ass instead of focusing on the match...

You're about as pathetic as Gladiator...

Ken smirks

But you know...Ken Cloverleaf expected something like this from an insignificant fool such as yourself...

You're the kind of guy that would go out of your way to ruin a funeral...

Someone who never takes anything seriously...

And because of that you will always be considered nothing but a huge failure...

Ken laughs to himself as he reminisces

Just look at you, the way you don't pay any attention to detail...

You don't even know what city Ken Cloverleaf is in so how do you even expect to stand in the middle of the ring, toe to toe, with greatness such as the only perfect outstanding superstar of the A1E...

Hell, you're such an idiot you can't even spell your own name and you probably eat soup with a fork, so between now and tomorrow night you better learn how to work the door handle to your locker room so you can come to the ring to get your ass handed to you...

Ken smiles into the camera

The only piece of shit Ken Cloverleaf sees in this match is you Randy...

And I'm going to properly dispose of you this week sending you back down with the rest of the waste in the A1E as I move onto the third round of the #1 Contender Tournament...

Ken stops and gives an arrogant grin into the camera

You better order a case for tomorrow night because alcohol will be your only relief after Ken Cloverleaf gives you the main event beating of a lifetime...

The camera fades out and cuts back to a shot of Kayla in the studio

Kayla- Well it looks like this one is really heating up folks. We'll see what happens tomorrow night in the ring. We'll be back after a word from our sponsor, the #1 leading medication for treating depression..."Suicidal Killers"

fade out

Roderick McRatrick is sitting in the Ken Cloverleaf Memorial - Memorial Because He's A Dead Man Walking After Roderick McRatrick Defeats Him And Then Rusty Joe Shoots Him With His Shotgun After He Claims Self-Defense Because Ken Cloverleaf Will Have Tried To Grope Him Because Ken Cloverleaf Is A Dirty, Dirty Young Man Who Has Nothing Better To Do Than Try And Sexually Abuse Old Men And Because Of That He Shouldn't Get A Memorial Arena But He Does Because The People Of Cincinnati Don't Believe The Accusations Despite The Mounting Indisputable Evidence - Arena... did I get the name of the arena right there?

RMR: You sure did, DV.

Cool! Anyway, he's sitting down, eating a bowl of soup when... oh shit, here comes Squiggy. Vouch for my absence, okay?

RMR: Sure.

Squiggy Jackson: Sure what?

RMR: Err, umm, raise your hand, raise your hand if you're sure!

SJ: Sure of what? Are you hiding something from me?

RMR: No, no I am not.

SJ: Yes, yes you are... and you're also eating soup with a fork. Why on God's green earth would you eat soup with a fork?

RMR: It's how they do it in my home country.

SJ: Your home country?

RMR: Yes.

SJ: Well?

RMR: Well what?

SJ: What is your home country?

RMR: The United States of America, of course.

SJ: Jeez, but we don't eat soup with a fork in the US!

RMR: (tossing the fork behind his back) Who's eating soup with a fork?

SJ: Oh Christ...

RMR: Please, don't take my aunt's name in vain.

SJ: You have... nevermind.

RMR: I prefer In Utero, but hey, to each his own.

SJ: ...

RMR: What?

SJ: Nothing, just, just tell me what you think the stuff Ken Cloverleaf just said about you.

RMR: Oh, the drunk? Well, he's obviously still drunk.

SJ: Drunk? How do you figure?

RMR: Well, you see, he's still yammering and stammering and stammering and yammering. I mean, he must have drunk a gallon of Everclear mixed with turpentine and mouthwash, and chased it with 12 kegs of Molson XXX and finished it off by bathing in his own feces.

SJ: (exasperated) How did you come to that conclusion?

RMR: Well aside from mixing up Damon's ass-steel wool fetish with me and thinking he's facing both myself and Randy McRanderson this week, he also is encoding Satanic messages into his interviews!

SJ: Sata... you have got to be kidding me.

RMR: No, no, here, let me show you.

(RMR pulls out a VCR/TV and pops in a tape)

RMR: Here's video footage of his last speech.

Ken Cloverleaf on Tape: Ahh Roderick...

(voice over hits)

VO: You shall bow before Ken Cloverleaf and Satan! Hail Satan! Hail Satan and all his evil works! He is the lord of darkness and all that is unholy! Join Satan in his rebellion against God! I am Ken Cloverleaf and I like to trade pogs... that feature SATAN!

KCoT: Just look at you...

VO: Trying to fight your urges to worship Satan! Don't fight it! You were born to serve the dark lord! Hail Satan! Buy an Emperor CD or maybe something by Cradle of Filth for more Satanic messages!

KCoT: ...of a lifetime...

(stop)

SJ: I am speechless

RMR: Oh no! You've been taken over by Ken Cloverleaf's Satanic skulldrudgery! Quick, I need holy wa...

SJ: No, you idiot, I'm speechless because that's clearly YOU doing a voiceover of Ken Cloverleaf's last monologue.

RMR: No it wasn't. Those messages were subtle and put in there by him, not me.

SJ: Subtle? Oh Christ...

RMR: I told you, stop taking my second cousin's name in vain.

SJ: I thought it was your aunt?

RMR: It was.

SJ: Then why did you say second cousin now?

RMR: I'm from West Virginia.

SJ: That explains a lot.

RMR: But it doesn't explain why Ken Cloverleaf would hire me to put Satanic messages into his spiels!

SJ: AHA! So it was you who voiced over that!

RMR: No, it wasn't.

SJ: But you just said...

RMR: I say a lot of things. But someone who hasn't said a lot of things is Canuck. He's still got it coming, YOU HEAR ME CANUCK! HAIL SAT... ERR I MEAN FEAR ME!

SJ: Dude, just dro...

RMR: And someone else who hasn't said much is Randy McRanderson, whom Ken Cloverleaf has foolishly called out as well as me this week. I bet he's going to call out The Wax next and bite off more than he can chew, but...

SJ: Randy McRanderson hasn't said anything because he doesn't exist.

RMR: Oh really? Well, I beg to differ, and he's here to say a few words.

(enter Randy McRanderson)

Randy: Thanks, bro. Hey, Ken Cloverleaf, I hear you were talkin' crap about me, not knowing that I am an up and coming mixed martial arts superstar, man. Well, now you know, and now, I'm gonna kick your ass! I'm gonna put you in the Pretzel Lock! Woooo! I'm gonna use an armbar and a triangle lock and all those other really painful moves, man! Woo! Then I'm gonna bang my girlfriend, who's a model for Victoria's Secret, Playboy and Hustler! Woo!

Wigglytuff McDipoleson: That was awesome, Randy. Just awesome! You're gonna be a star in A1E, just you see, my man, just you see!

RMR: I thought I threw you in a ditch in Toledo?

WMD: You did, but I caught the last Greyhound here to Cincy, and now, I'm ready...

RMR: Hey, shouldn't you not be on camera so the feds don't know where you are, ya know for that little "tryst" you had back in Youngstown?

WMD: Hey, no, I... oh shit, you're right! I'm outta here!

(exit)

RMR: Now that we got rid of him... do you believe me now?

SJ: No, I still think that's an actor, but whatever...

Randy: Actor? Does an actor know how to do a scissor lock like I do?

SJ: I don't wanna find out... (exits with Randy chasing him)

RMR: Hey, DV, he's gone, you can come out.

Good. Hail Satan! Hail Satan! I'm with you, brother Cloverleaf!

RMR: Oh no, he's got you too!

The camera fades into the wrestler's lounge again located backstage in the U.S. Bank Arena. Ken Cloverleaf is seen sitting amongst members of the ring crew and road agents as they watch the A1E Network and relax in the lounge while Roderick McRatrick's latest promo is seen playing on the television. Throughout different parts of the promo people can be heard laughing and as the promo ends, everybody bursts out with laughter and then turns to their neighbor to reminisce about his or her favorite part. Amidst all the talking, our perfect, outstanding superstar stands up and pounds his fist on the table as he yells out

KC- What the hell is wrong with all of you people!!!

The room becomes silent as Ken stands up from his seat at one of the tables and begins to walk around the room

KC- You people make this shit out to be the best thing since sliced bread...

Ken continues to walk around the room in a slow methodical pace

This isn't anything great...

And it's definitely not anything perfect or outstanding...

Ken walks and chuckles to himself but then suddenly stops and a more serious look comes upon his face

It's nothing but garbage!

As Ken says the word "garbage" he violently kicks a garbage can that is located in the lounge. The road agents and workers in the lounge all jump in their seats as food such as half eaten sandwiches, soft drinks and other garbage is littered throughout the room courtesy of Ken Cloverleaf

Just look at this guy, he shouldn't even be wrestling in an A1E ring...

This moron is more suited to be in a comedy club and if he trained and studied tapes like he should be doing, he would know what Ken Cloverleaf does to people like Jimmy Jam Irish who think they're funny...

Ken continues to slowly pace around the room with his hands behind his back pointing out to the crowd of workers

But you people in here treat him like he's God, like he's Ken Cloverleaf or something...

Ken smirks

If this guy's sooo good because he's a comedian why don't we freaking put Carrot Top in the White House, he thinks he's funny too...

It's OK though, you people wouldn't know any better...

Hell, you guys are so stupid you would let Michael Jackson watch your children while you're at work...

I'm done with you idiots...

An angry Ken Cloverleaf waves his arms in the air and storms out of the room to walk down the long, white hallway where the locker rooms are located. As he exits the lounge, another A1E camera meets him in the hallway and our perfect, outstanding superstar continues to speak

Listen here Jack...

I'm going to call you whatever the hell I want whether it's Randy, Rick, Ronald or Ralph that doesn't matter...

The fact of the matter is, this Tuesday Ken Cloverleaf is going to walk down to that ring, beat you like the dimwitted blockhead that you are and move onto the third round of this tournament it's as simple as that...

Ken glares at the camera

This is professional wrestling...

And we're dealing with the A1E World Heavyweight Championship here...

The biggest prize in the game...

This isn't fun and games and you'll soon find that out about 30 seconds into this match when you realize that you're in the middle of the ring with the most perfect and outstanding superstar to ever grace an A1E ring...

As Ken approaches the Sensationally Perfect locker room door, he stops to stare into the camera

And come tomorrow night...

I will show you first hand why you do not belong in this tournament or an A1E ring for that matter...

Ken smirks

And when you're screaming for your life in my Texas Cloverleaf, there won't be any people with funny names or jokes or even doctored tapes with a horrible voiceover to save you from your demise...

An arrogant grin forms over the face of Ken Cloverleaf

You're going to wish you were facing Satan after the greatest superstar in the A1E is finished with you...

Ken winks and smiles at the camera before opening the door and disappearing inside the Sensationally Perfect locker room. The camera fades out as it focuses on the nameplate of the door