The XWF Business and Financial Superintendent Jefferson Jackson sits behind his desk in his luxurious temp-office backstage. He's popping a couple of aspirin and swallowing them with a gulp of water.

"Mr. Blackcoat. Once again, if you'd just wait a damn minute you'll have a match. As for the incident tonight? It just gives the XWF more grounds to sue YOU, sir. You had no place at this event and interfering with the events not only puts you in danger but it puts the actual superstars here in danger, as well. I suggest you just lay back and enjoy the show for a week before you really dig yourself into a hole."