((Loverboy sees Evertrust appear from a weird portal, shifting from two dimensions to three. As Loverboy hides behind a vending machine and watches, Evertrust laughs and lies down on the floor. Above him, in what looks like Ariel font, a cursor types out the following message.))

I see you, Vinnie Lane. Come and take your chance.

((As the words hover in mid air, Loverboy shrugs and walks over to Evertrust, placing his hand on the prone champion's chest.))

Loverboy: Dude, do you have two heartbeats? Weird.

((A referee appears on the ceiling and begins counting.))




3.....




2...

Suddenly out of a red hole that appears out of thin air comes the massively oblong crimson nose of The Crimson Face, batting Loverboy off of Evertrust's body and into a dimension ruled by an evil pink brain.

" Kickout. It worked. "

Evertrust and The Crimson Face watch through twelve two-way mirrors, three one-way mirrors and a three-way prism-mirror hybrid, safely distanced from the entrance to the dimension where the pink brain seems to be writing a recipe for turtle soup. They see Vinnie Lane wreathe through the air and crash into the brain, sending the half completed recipe fluttering down into a neon colored abyss. Lane and the brain land on a floating platform of rock about fifty yards long.

" This is where it gets good. "

Evertrust rubs his hands together in anticipation as he and The Crimson Face continue watching through reflections of skewed reflections. That's when it happens; the brain reveals that it possesses the power to replace Vinnie's mind brain with any other mind brain belonging to any XWF roster member. Vinnie has a bad feeling he knows what's about to happen as the brain levitates closer and uses one of its tentacles to start rubbing Lane's cheek. Evertrust smiles from afar as he too knows what's in store—Vinnie Lane's mind brain has been replaced with Mastermind's mind brain!

" Of all the punishments had by those who've attacked me, I am most fond of this one. "

Evertust turns off the mirrors with a quick flick of a nearly microscopic switch on his cuff link and lies down on the wall to take a nap while The Crimson Face notices a piece of paper land by his foot.

The incomplete recipe; perhaps he can finish it and surprise Evertrust with some dreamily delectable turtle soup—let's add a dab of onion blood, a handful of sawed off shotgun blast, eight hearts of dodo bird, and a partridge in a pear tree… but how many turtles are needed? Half as many as the number of dodo bird hearts, of course. Evertrust shall be pleased.

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