Congratu-fuckin'-lations!

While I was busy saving the XWF against Team Valor...

You were seeking valor for yourself.

How disgusting.

And then, when I was trying to fight a handicap match in the main event of Night 3....

You were nowhere to be found.

I could've used your help, Centurion...

If you really cared about The Corporation.

But alas, you've already made your choice.

The Nickleman stares down centurion in a random Subway sandwich shop, somewhere in Centurion's hometown. The Nickleman grabs a freshly prepared pumpkin spice latte, and throws it in Centurion's face! Then, The Nickleman rolls him up for a pin!

1!


2!!



3?????????

The referee is about to slap his hand down for the three, but Centurion is able to reach over and grab a loaf of Subway Italian bread and smacks Charlie in the head with it. Charlie rolls off and Centurion pops to his feet.

“Alright, first of all…”

Centurion looks down at Charlie, who lies motionless. He realizes that the bread he grabbed wasn’t the Italian, but the Hearty Multigrain, the hardest substance known to man! Centurion quickly drops the bread and runs off before he can be charged with any sort of crime.