Nefarious Ned Kaye is working tirelessly, operating on some sort of cyborg's corpse.

"Ethan, wrench."

"Know what I hate about running this show, FXW faithful? My involuntary adherence to management's wishes! Down to including that vomit inducing goodie-two-shoes Peacestein!"

Ned continues working violently, focused on the camera.

"Scalpel!"

"He thinks I wanted him and that charitable charlatan in that match! If it were my design, both they and my God-fellating opponent wouldn't be here!"

"Ethan, where is that scalpel?!"

"Doctor..."

Ned looks down, seeing the scalpel impaled into his palm. He gulps.

"Ethan... be a dear and fetch the iodine."

"You can't run from yourself."