Charlie strolls into the scene with a cocky swagger. His television championship belt is wrapped around his waist and his heavymetalweight belt is slung over his right shoulder. He chortles as he looks at the ragamuffins gathered around. He turns his gaze to Santa Doc.

"You've lost your ways, old man. You used to strike fear into the hearts of all. Now you pass out candy, hang out with pedophiles, and buy the enhancement talent sandwiches. You've gone from a universal champion to everybody's favorite geezer. You should have never taken my challenge."

Charlie shakes his head from side to side as he pictures punching the doc's lights out for good.

Enjoy your holiday season while it lasts, Doc. It might just be your last one."

Charlie goes to place his left hand upon Doc's right shoulder, as if consoling him.