We open inside The Wolf's Den, oddly enough. The room is dark, the
only lights coming from various candles, strewn across the warehouse.
We go to a rolling shot, focusing at various items inside: Wolfdogg's
various titles hung on the wall, his pool table, his dilapidated
bookshelf, covered in movies and CD cases. We then move over to see
the left side of Wolfdogg's face, bearing the usual sadistic grin.
Just then, the lights come on. Wolf has a look of surprise on his
face.

Hikari [off-screen]: "Wolf! Could you take the dogs for a walk?"

Wolf gets an annoyed look on his face, and turns around.

Wolf: "Could you have showed up a bit later? I'm trying to parodize
someone here!"

Wolf then looks back at the camera and gives off an annoyed grunt. He
then looks back and starts blowing out candles. He then sits back
down.

Wolf: "Well then, ahem...since my opponent has apparently gone AWOL,
I'm going to spend my time pestering some of my usual annoyances.
Apocalypse. You seem to feel cheated at the fact that you lost your
match at Summer Heat due to the interference of your enemy. I agree
completely. Perhaps after I smear your brother like an insect next
week, I'll give you a rematch. Although, I see no reason to. If you
were smart enough, you would have incapacitated that rich fuck,
considering his history of interferences. Guess it's just the
Louisianan logic."

Wolf cracks his usual smirk at the camera.

Wolf: "I don't understand why you want this so badly. You have to go
through me, you get no raise in your payroll, and jobbers call you a
coward if you consider them unworthy. Don't believe me? Ask Cheech.
But, what's fair is fair. 'Sides, you're related to that scumbag
Nebula. That's incentive enough to give you another ass-kicking.
Speaking of which, Nebula. You appear to think that I'm just a joke,
which appears to be the norm here. Then again, that's what Hood
thought, and now, he's probably filling his bedpan right now, as he
relives getting cannon-balled through those tables."

Wolf's smirk becomes larger.

Wolf: "You, on the other hand, appear to think you're still hot shit.
Haven't really seen much to fear about you. You're just...a tag-team
wrestler, who had a great past, and can't be seen anywhere without
his lesser half. Let's see how well you do against me without your
completely dispensable partner. I'll snap you like a fucking twig!
There are two people I respect in this fed, our champ, Cracker, for
beating me fair and square, and Hood, for actually having the cashews
to take me on. You have yet to do either. You and your brother have
something in common, besides the bloodline and the abyssmal IQ.
You're has-beens! You heard me! HAS-BEENS! The most decorated man in
the HWF is now just half of the most dispensable tag team in
wrestling history! The only two-time Frenzy Champ in the HWF's
history is picking fights with a poor, defenseless aristocrat! How
the mighty have fallen! I, on the other hand, am being held down,
while the Corporate puppets lie on their backs and get fat! When I'm
done with you, Nebula, the entire HWF will learn to fear
this 'overgrown dork', this 'mistake of science', this 'creature
which should, by no right, even exist'!!!!"

Wolf then begins panting and staring directly at the camera. The
scene cuts to static...