XWF Cameras track down Punk, Daniels, and Gallows driving towards the Madness event. They are arguing and are in no hurry.

"Where is she? Why won't she answer my calls? Are you sure she was out of that church?! I'll fucking kill you, I swear to god!" Gallows was pounding his fist into the dashboard with anger, as the "gang" was riding around in a creepy looking mini-van with no windows.

"First off, don't swear at me. Second off, you can't kill that which is immortal, you foolish imbecile. Third, I'm certain she got out just fine. Or at least her soul did. " Punk grinned.

"You sick son of a bitch! I'll rip you in half!" Gallows jumped from the back to the passenger seat as Daniels pulled over, parked the car, and tried to settle them both. Punk looked scared and surprised as Daniels managed to calm Gallows down. Gallows just looked furious, with a hint of mourning on his face.

"If she's dead, I swear to god Punk. I swear on all that is holy, and you're not you sick corrupted bastard." Gallows was giving him no bullshit today.
Daniels began to look out the window in discomfort.

"Not holy? Really Luke? I'm a god in that ring. I saved Thraxx. I saved Cyren and his new boy toy. And I'm about to save Justin Vipe, even though I have to waste gas to do it" Punk paused. "We got a full tank Daniels?" He nodded. "Good, because Alex and Justin are going to need me as soon as possible. Justin walking around impersonating a legend in Randy Orton...delusional. That has to be stopped."

"You? Talking about delusional?" Luke laughed.
"What was that?" Punk asked, pissed.
"Nothing." Luke looked out the window.

"As for Alex, I saw him the other day.. yeah, he intrigued me. He talks like he's so business smart. So cocky, and confident. He said he's 'up against nothing' or 'no one can compare', but last I checked, I've made it in this business. I'm a fucking god in that ring. What is he? Some semi-talented half-wit trying to insult the intelligence of the fans by saying he's something special. We all know who's really special. We're not fooled by you or your shitty promos, Alex. Hell, what commands you to embark on such shitty mic work? Demons? Don't worry, those will be gone soon enough, my dear friend. For at madness, oh, at madness, I clear you and your little wannabe diluted friend of all your demons! How, you may ask? Simple.. an Exorcism."

"What kind of Exorcism? We never went over this." Daniels ponders what Punk has in store for the two.
"The best kind, my simple minded friend. First, I'll shave their fucking heads. Then, I'll cut them open and make them taste their own blood, which will drive away their demons who are forcing them to cut such god awful, diluted promos. And they will then thank me, for they have been saved." Punk laughs maniacally.

"That's such bullshit." Luke begins to nod off.
"I like it, and I even came up with a team name for us, Punk.."
"What's that, Daniels?" Punk looks at what Daniels has written down on a notepad.