As Jim Caedus Bam Miller Cage Coleman Reggie Estrada finds a seat on the plane flying him away from the Christmas Day Savage, he sighs with relief.

He fought in a hellacious Silver & Gold Man match.

Well, actually, it was kind of a cakewalk. But, hey! He’s now the X-Treme champion!

Reggie leans back in his seat with his iPad, which he had the foresight to download three episodes of Yellowstone from Paramount Plus. He’s usually a little too wired after a night of wrestling to crash on the plane, but those wacky Montana white people put him right to sleep.

As he starts to doze off, he’s suddenly jolted awake by a hand shaking his arm!

And who is shaking his arm? What diabolical dictator-delighting demon would dance with the devil if it deemed him X-Treme Champion?

Who else but that fuckin’ PRICK? THAT DICK! The North Korean War Criminal.
NK’s hand shifts imperceptibly slowly from Reggie’s shoulder to across his chest.
“Excuse me, Reggie Estrada!”
The XWF official laying on his front in the overhead cabin, equipped with X-Ray goggles, begins to count…
NK bows his head respectfully.
1…
”I would like to congratulate you on your victory at Savage. I hope you understand that while others have declared their recent intentions to vie for the X-Treme title… Other like Bam Miller, Marf and Schism… I am the only one with a guaranteed title shot. And thus, my challenge should take the most of your concentration.”
2…
NK smiles and awaits a response from the champion patiently…