North Korean War Criminal hangs up his smock. Another respectable honest day managing the Baskin Robbins off Route 225 is complete. He’s a happier man now. Seven years have come and gone. He has a beautiful house and wife... in Sims 3. He has access to all 31 flavors and the power to decide who else may sample his wares.

He lives the life of a king.

He walks satisfied up to the register to shut the lights off when he notices an odd lump sitting in the middle of the floor.

It’s... someone? A guy. His name is unknown. He might have some Alias, but NKWC is unfamiliar. And... on his waist. It’s the 24/7 belt.

Like a heroin addict stumbling across a month’s supply, his will to be without professional wrestling evaporates. Only... How do you pin someone again?

NKWC strokes his chin. It must be just like riding a bicycle, yes?

NKWC straddles Alias awkwardly, facing the man’s feet, and begins peddling his legs. An unorthodox but cromulent pinning maneuver.

An XWF official, who also part times at the Baskin Robbins off Route 225, begins to count...

1...

2...


then alias kicks out, then demos pins alias

The man dreams.

He dreams of Italy; of Rome; of the Gelateria Del Palma. This was the site where he and Corey Smith established the grounds of their friendship, and a small glimmer of hope crept into his life once more...

"Wait, this feels like déjà vu," he says, waking from his slumber.

He kicks out of a Demos pin attempt.

"Yep, definitely déjà vu."