In the arena parking structure we see James Raven, bruised and battered, standing alone with his arms crossed as an ambulance pulls away from him. Drew Archyle is inside, being transported to hospital with a suspected concussion and possible other injuries sutained at the hands of Chris Page. Again the Apex Prophecy was decimated at the hands of the men they defeated at War Games, but now the invaders have had their ranks bolstered by returning legend "Bigg Rigg" John Gambino and the iconic Famine of the Vile.

How the hell had he let this happen? Vinnie Lane and Theo Pryce brought him into the ownership of the XWF because of his business relationships and his link to the past, but now those very relationships and links to the past are threatening to destroy the present.

Main, Archyle and Centurion had helped him do the dirty work. They had beaten the invaders in the ring, but here they were refusing to leave and trying to make demands that can't be reasonably met. Raven clenches his jaw. He needs to regain some control. He needs to reign these guys in. Do they honestly expect to get themselves title shots so that they can potentially walk out the next day with XWF hardware and have a publicity monster for some half assed WGWF reboot? Tonight was the last straw. They aren't getting into an XWF ring with one of our stars, or even into one of our arenas, unless-

"James!" shouts Roxy from across the parking structure, hobbling over to him while nursing the ribs Bigg Rigg obliterated not even two hours ago, "He signed the contract. He signed it! Main retained, and Chris came out again to sign it! Robert is in your office, he's furious, he's screaming for you to get in there and talk to him and take him to Drew!"

Raven nods slowly. He processes the information and can't help but smile.

"Game on. Robert's gonna kill you..."