Watcher is walking through a hallway in the backstage area of a house show. Suddenly, the lights black out. Sounds are heard, and then the lights return, and Watcher is laid out on the concrete floor, blood dripping from a cut in his forehead. Broken Hart is standing above him with a crowbar, the tool Hart just used to open up Watcher. Hart speaks-- "So sorry, Watcher. I know you hate to say goodbye to your little trinket, but it's time that title fall around the waist of a rightful champion. Goodnipght, sweet prince." B.H. drops down for the cover;

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