Meanwhile, In the Hall of D.I.E. ...

[Stu]

***The camera opens at the headquarters of Dinkle International Enterprises. MARTY DINKLE stands with newest acquisition, SPENCER WATTS.***

MARTY DINKLE: "Once again, D.I.E. scores, but big time! My newest, brightest client here, one Mr. Spencer Watts, a champeen long in the making, is finally on the road to belteddome that he so richly deserves!

"Oh, there are doubters, to be sure, doubters and naysayers who go about saying 'Nay' by the bushel, but no naysayer saying nay will nullify the natural ascendancy of the star, Spencer Watts' … er … star!"

***Watts paces behind Dinkle, seemingly talking to himself and in a foul mood.***

MD: "Now I know that some managers would argue that their client should be shoved unceremoniously to the front of tha line, no questions asked, but here at D.I.E., I foster talent. I make sure that their championship is inarguable, unquestionable, and unforthrightlessable. Therefore, to undoubtedly indoubtify the doubters, we will embark on a series of matches that will pro-"

***Watts Jumps in front of Dinkle and takes up the shot.***

SPENCER WATTS: "Pantaro! You and I have some unfinished business! You're holding something that I never lost and you for damn sure never beat me for! Now I don't know if you paid attention, but last season I went into business for myself and that business is beating the hell out of washed up dinosaurs in masks. I think the world would agree that I'm fairly proficient at it. I paid my dues and bided my time last season, but when I beat 'The Mad King' AGAIN at Undaunted, I knew come season nine, I'd have either MJ1 or you, Dead To Rights... Bring my belt to Assault Thursday. Let's kick the season off right..."

***Watts exits the scene and the camera pans back to Dinkle.***

MD: "Dat's right! My boy Watts has waited long enough, you chaloupa-chugging ignoramus! Be ready … uh … Thursday, for the beating of your life … you … fellah in a mask!

"Yeah!"