Having their own party in Brother Jimmy's BBQ, obviously too busy enjoying each other's company to be concerned for their opponents this coming Monday, Aaron Andrews and his wife Rachelle Montgomery-Andrews are enjoying the nightlife. Occasionally they will be asked to have pictures taken with fans. Aaron characteristically declined, but as always his wife agreed.


A fan approached them and asked if they had seen Ashe Dawson's latest promo's. Aaron shrugged. Rachelle was only slightly curious.

RMA: Let me see them.

She gets shown the pro's and laughs near the end of both.

RMA: Dawson, you have a huge set of balls, let me give you that. I could address anything you said, but that gives you energy. I will give you credit about one thing. You were right about Just Absent, ... I mean, whoever he is. He is scared. He should be. You should be too. You have no clue what you have gotten yourself into. My husband, the Anarchist Aaron Andrews does not show much emotion, but the last man who threatened me spent the rest of his life eating food through a straw. You sound like a little bully on the playground, trying to terrorize all the nerdy kids, when inside you're the nerd.

She turns to the Bartender

RMA: Hey Mike do me a favour.

Mike: Sure whatcha need.

She leans in and whispers to him. Mike nods and quiets the bar and changes the big screen tv to a video.


The crowd erupts with laughter when the youtube video is done.

RMA: Speaking of youtube video's, we found one we thought you would enjoy. Denial is not just a river in Egypt Dawson. People only bring up not begin scared of a thing, when deep down inside they are. Deep down inside you are a scared little kid with mommy issues. Do you need us to hold your hand and walk you through what is going to happen this Monday.

She extends her hand.

RMA: You see little Ashy-poo, Can I call you that, Ashy-poo. You see, you, my husband and some no-show ass clown are gonna get in the ring Monday night and You will see that even the ....

She starts to really laugh for a moment

RMA: Lunatic Fringe will be razed to the ground. Anarchy rains, you just dance in its shade.

Aaron leans in and whispers to her for a moment. She nods

RMA: We'll continue this later, we have to finish spending time at a real party.


The camera cuts to the same hotel room they were in to begin with.


Aaron is sitting there, still masqued in a chair right before the webcam. He holds up paper and a sharpie then puts them down. He leans off camera and the sound button being pressed.


He then begins to write.

Hello Ashe.

He turns the page over and continues to write.

How are you?

*FLIP*

I'm fine, but touched you

*FLIP*

Thought of me and my well being.

*FLIP*

As for why I don't talk

*FLIP*

He draws a picture of s bloody sheep and then labels it "Dawson" and holds it up to the camera

Flipping the paper over one last time

Prey are not worth my air.

See you monday loser.

He flips the paper over to reveal a drawing he drew earlier.


The camera fades to that image