Bartholomew Lichter stands outside the old, white church in "Cheneyville", the unofficial name for the home of Jefferson Cheney and many of his family members in George County, Mississippi. The sun has set, and Lichter stands in a confident pose. Next to him stands the muscle of the Moral Army of Godly Americans - the wrestler formerly known as Krusher, Donald Barnette. He doesn't look as happy or confident, but that doesn't stop Lichter from engaging in chit chat.

"You smell that, Donnie?"

Donald inhales deep, and shakes his head.

"It's the winds of change, my friend. The world is starting to pay attention to what we're doing. They're starting to see me as a legitimate threat to their power. And I'm finally getting the respect I deserve."

Donald sniffs again, and crinkles his nose.

"It kind of smells like horse shit."

"Yeah, well, change smells like that sometimes."

Out from the back door of the church steps Father Jefferson Cheney. He stands next to Lichter and places his left hand on his shoulder before nodding over to Donald.

"Give us a minute, will you?"

Donald nods and walks into the church, leaving Lichter standing alone with Cheney. Cheney gets in closer to Lichter and speaks in a soft tone.

"I know you're not one of those sad soy boys that constantly needs to be told they're doing a good job. You get up in the morning and you get to work, which the world should follow. But we all know you're the one carrying the load for this team right now. You and Drew are the anchors of this movement."

Lichter smiles and nods in agreement.

"Drew's a good guy. Hard worker. That kid is going to be a massive star someday, I guarantee it."

"Yes, but this isn't about Drew. We are a couple weeks away from the biggest match in the history of our movement. You're going to be the leader in that ring. This won't just be about you. You're going to have millions of people pulling for you, and I need to make sure you're ready."

Lichter is taken aback by Cheney's comments, and he looks a little offended.

"Father, there isn't anyone on this planet that is more ready for this opportunity than I am. If you don't believe me, just wait until you see what I do to Liam Roberts on Saturday."

Cheney takes a step back and smiles, curiously.

"Tell me…what do you have in mind?"

Lichter's eyes light up as he rubs his hands in excitement.

"As you know, Liam Roberts is a nobody. A stain on the floor of life. I can easily beat him - but! That's not good enough. Everyone's going to be watching. I want to embarrass and humiliate him. Strip him of whatever dignity he has left. Then, I'm going to leave him lying there, and let the liberal media try to figure out how to report on it. The more outraged they get, the more our movement grows."

Cheney looks at Lichter like a proud father looking at his son. He gives Lichter another pat on the back before walking towards the door of the church.

"Come inside for the sermon. This one is going to be a good one."