On a night like this there seems to be no limit to reality's imagination and no rules for its twisted sister, fantasy's, grasp on the perception of all placement and time. Rips in the continuum begin to ooze with milky, sluggish discharge; pieces of candy morph into blood-rusted railroad spikes, and
this guy shows up just in time to slash the throats of the father and daughter referee duo, stopping their count indefinitely.
Ironically enough he used the sharpened end of a dried pumpkin stem to carve obnoxiously large smiles right into their throats as LH Harrison looked on in shock, allowing Evertrust to easily kick out.
Evertrust winks at Harrison and shackles immediately soar through the air, slamming into Harrison's wrists and ankles, continuing on their way toward the wall with Harrison's body being dragged along. They slam into the wall and a snake slithers out from a hole behind Harrison, wrapping itself around his throat.
" Merry Christmas, my good fellow. Santa, please wipe that look of incertitude off of your face and give Mr. Harrison his present—he's been a very good boy this year. Oh, and one other thing; be sure the gift jibes with the situation at hand. Something… awe inspiring. "
Evertrust leaves Harrison alone with the pumpkin headed man he referred to as Santa and takes the cameraman with him; a necessary step to spare us from finding out just what that man gave to Harrison that made his shrieks of horror span so far and wide across the land, or why those shrieks soon changed into garbled, inaudible cries of distress.