XAVIER REIGNS: "HE DOES!"

JIM ROSS: "HE'S GOING TO CASH IN RIGHT NOW ON MR. SATELLITE!"



The fans go ballistic! Finally somebody is going to cash in a briefcase!


Mr. Satellite can't believe his eyes as he watches Sid slide into the ring, pop up to his feet, and then spring forward with a flying shot to the forehead from that metal briefcase!!


Mr. Satellite goes down but Sid doesn't stop!


Stomp to the shoulder, stomp to the chest, stomp to the face, kick to the ribs, stomp to the stomach, and finally a big shot right to the forehead again with that briefcase! Satellite is out cold and bleeding from the head, so Sid tosses the briefcase down on the canvas and pulls him back up. He hits that mother fucking RATINGS SPIKE, drilling Satellite's head into that briefcase so god damn hard with a finisher that makes HHH's Pedigree look like a complete piece of fucking shit!!!


The ref can be seen yelling something to Sid but Sid just pops him one right between the eyes and he goes flying!


Sid looks down and sees that there's a massive dent in the briefcase now. He stands over it and stares at the briefcase with a sickened expression. Next he looks over at Mr. Satellite on the canvas and spits on him.


Then spits again.



:3 x Better:
You piece of shit! You fucked up my damn briefcase!



*clunk* -- the briefcase goes bouncing off of the head of Mr. Satellite after being thrown down with all of Sid's might. It hit his head so hard that it bounces up and over the ropes, all the way into the fans. A fat woman in the front row has caught it.


FAT WOMAN: "I'm cashing in right now!"



She comes flopping over the barrier like a whale and lands; the briefcase bouncing away from her in the process as security rushes over to her and starts beating her.



:3 x Better:
She tried to attack me! Stop her!.



The two guards hit the fat bitch with their night sticks and then shove her back over the guard rail into her seat.



:3 x Better:
Welcome to an XWF Pay Per Fuckin' View, you fat fuck!



Sid goes and gets his briefcase -- *bing!* -- bounces that shit right off of the fat whore's head and the fans just crack up! A "3 x Better" chant erupts as Sid scurries off with his briefcase held high in one hand and the trademark Three Fingers held high in the other.


He can be seen yelling to the camera-



:3 x Better:
You thought I'd waste my briefcase on Mr. Satellite? I don't think so! I'll definitely dent my briefcase on him though! HA HA HA HA HA!



His laughter is the last we hear of him before he disappears into the masses of crazed lunatics.

#NoCa$hIn4u

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