A nervous looking Father Cheney stands behind a curtain at the Yell County Expo Center in Yell County, Arkansas. A giant crowd of pro-MAGA celebrators are in attendance, waiting to hear from him and his client, Bartholomew Lichter, on the eve of the biggest professional match in American history. Standing on stage, currently speaking, is US Senator Tom Cotton, delivering another one of his fiery speeches about woke people or whatever. Standing behind him are his brother, Clyde Cheney, as well as officer of the law and professional wrestler O. Bay T-Law. Sitting on a couch behind them all is Lichter, who is drinking from a flask.  


“There’s a lot of people out there. There has to be several thousand.” 
 
“You have them all fired up, Father. All your hard work over the past several years have lead to this. We could not have done it without you.” 
 
T-Law's words sound genuine and sincere, but Cheney doesn’t seem to hear them, or he simply does not care, as he continues to look out onto the stage and into the audience.  
 
“I just hope the Senator doesn’t take all of our material.” 
 
T-Law smiles as he looks behind him, spotting Lichter on the couch. He quickly but quietly runs up to Lichter and places his hand on his flask. T-Law yells at Lichter, while keeping his voice as a whisper. 
 
“Dude, what are you doing? This is a dry county!” 
 
“Oh please, what are they going to do? Arrest me?” 
 
T-Law raises his hands in the air. 
 
“Yes!” 
 
“You need to calm down, TJ Hooker. You think in the reddest, most podunk county in one of the most conservative states in the union, surrounded by politicians and celebrity talking heads that the sheriff is going to show up and arrest me? You need to embrace your situation a little more! We can do whatever we want here and no one will stop us!” 
 
“Yeah? You want to run that by Father Cheney and see what he thinks about it?” 
 
“The old man isn’t going to say shit. Not this close to Relentless. He knows where his future lies, and he isn’t going to do anything to jeopardize that.”  
 
Lichter takes a swig from the flask before offering it to T-Law. 
 
“Want some? It’s Southern Comfort.” 
 
“No, I don’t want any! And you should be taking this more seriously! There are thousands of people out there. This is a big deal!” 
 
“There are thousands of people every time I walk to the ring. There’s going to be millions watching on Sunday, and over half of them are going to want me to die. You think I’m nervous about a couple thousand people that would cheer me if I went out there and just farted into a microphone? Get the fuck out of here!” 
 
T-Law snarls at Lichter. 
 
“It should be me. You know that? I should be the one going out there on Sunday, fighting for our cause. I’m younger, I’m more athletic, and I’m more of a believer in Cheney and what he has done for this country than you are.” 
 
“As true as that all may be, you’re also not as good as me. I’m the only one among the group of us that has a victory over Centurion, and that’s the only thing that matters in this business. Besides, you’re too cute and wholesome. You wouldn’t murder someone if you were given a free pass to do so.” 
 
“And you would?” 
 
Lichter does a slight smirk, but before he’s able to answer, Father Cheney turns his head back to the guys to yell at them. 
 
“Hey! Get up here! Senator Cotton’s wrapping up, then he’s going to introduce us.” 
 
Lichter slides his flash back into his jacket and stands up from the couch. He gives T-Law a wink before buttoning his suit jacket and walking up to Cheney. All four men stand, peaking out of the curtain, as Tom Cotton finishes his speech. 
 
“No matter what happens, what values they try to take from us, there will ALWAYS be fighters who will stand for you and your liberty. I will continue to fight for you in Washington! Sarah Huckabee Sanders will continue to fight for you at the state house! And these men will continue to fight for you in the squared circle! We, the true patriots of America, DEMAND entertainment that is not morally corrupted by the woke mob that looks to erase our culture! These men are standing up to the liberal bigwigs in professional wrestling, and they will deliver a dagger to the HEART of the cancel culture movement this weekend! Ladies and gentlemen, Father Jefferson Cheney and the Moral Army of Godly Americans!” 
 
The crowd in the building goes crazy as Team MAGA steps out onto the stage. Father Cheney steps out first and places his hands together as if he praying before gesturing toward the rest of his team. He shakes Tom Cotton’s hands before stepping up to the podium.
 
“Hello Arkansas!”
 
The crowd cheers again as they wave their flags.
 
“Thank you so much for being here! It is truly an honor to speak in front of so many patriots who care about the direction of our country. We have been hearing your cheers each and every week, and it has continued to give this team of warriors the motivation needed to fight against the radical agenda being forced on us through our media. As you know, some liberal thugs put me in the hospital a few months ago. It hurt, but your prayers helped me in that trying time. The folks responsible for that attack weren’t there just to hurt me, but they were there to hurt each and every one of you. Everyone who believes we are a nation blessed by God, and who doesn’t want our children to be indoctrinated by the immorality of the left. When someone like Centurion comes on TV and insults this team, he is insulting every one of you.”
 
The crowd boos.
 
“They want to eliminate our way of life! But, we are lucky to have people out there, in the trenches, fighting these battles each and every day. This man I am about to introduce has been fighting for our values for many years – first as an elected official, and now as a professional wrestler. He is the one who will stand face to face with that immoral socialist Centurion, and finally push him out of the professional wrestling business. He will sent a message to everyone that you WILL NOT SILENCE US, and you WILL NOT REPLACE US! Ladies and gentlemen, Boots Lichter!!”
 
The crowd goes wild again as Lichter steps up to the podium with a large smile on his face. He raises his arms out next to him in a gesture as if he is hugging the crowd, and he soaks in the cheers before he speaks.
 
“Thank you! You are all so wonderful! As Father Cheney says, your support is what keeps us going every week. We have faced a lot of adversity. An army of woke moralists attack us each and every day, whether it’s online, or on the street, or in the papers. It can be very disheartening. But coming back here and listening to all of you reminds all of us that there is something worth saving in this country.
 
I will not beat around the bush – I am in the fight of my life this weekend. Centurion is the epitome of the leftist agenda in professional wrestling. He openly insults Donald Trump and his supporters. He props up transgender people and gives them a platform. He mocks the people who are protecting the lives of the unborn. He funds left wing terrorist organizations, and he is unapologetic about it.
 
And until now, NO ONE has stepped up to stop him. They have let him off the hook for two decades. But I plan on stopping him. I do not believe violence is always the answer…but if it is violence that the satanic left wishes to use, then it is violence that we will use. I will stop at nothing – NOTHING – to bring back our way of life, and to oppose those who wish to take it away. And I hope that every dyed hair, furry Twitter user that supports Centurion is watching on Sunday night, so they can see exactly what happens to him. This will be the rise of the MAGA Movement once again, and it will be the end of Centurion in professional wrestling. We will overcome, and we will prevail!”
 
The crowd cheers once again as Lichter gets a giant smile on his face and the camera fades to black.