A cork shoots across the room as foam spews out the neck of a champagne bottle. The man behind the bottle is none other than the main event of Shove-It's guest enforcer, John Madison. John Madison looks the same as what he did in the match. He's wearing an overdone vest which is equipped with multiple cans of pepper spray, two collapsible baton sticks, and a walkie talkie. After we get a view of our surroundings, we learn that we are in the office of Shane D. . The desk of whom is occupied by John Madison who's dancing around with the champagne bottle in hand. Several of John's colleagues are in the room as well.


The colleagues at this party include: NAZI, Sebastian Duke, Shane , John Madison's prostitutes, the prostitute that John Madison purchased for NAZI, and the prostitute that John Madison purchased for Shane . No prostitute for Duke tonight because fuck him John forgot. Perhaps John Madison could afford to lend Duke one of his own, but John is too caught up in the moment. There's also several henchmen in the background, unnamed of course. They just stand against the wall like evil statues, ready to break out the batons if anyone tries to ruin John Madison's party. Speaking of mindless slaves, John Black is there as well! He's just throwing confetti up in the air and holding a sparkler. Most of the noise in the room is being produced by the obnoxious John Madison, the eight slutty prostitutes, and the John Black.


"Yay, I can't believes yous did it John!" John Black yells incoherently over the commotion.


John Madison promptly reaches over and delivers a swift backhanded smack to the face of John Black. He'll learn to keep his mouth shut.


After that, John Madison hops onto the group's shoulders. Sebastian Duke and Shane are caught off by this act and show discomfort as John Madison bounces up and down on their shoulders like a drunken fifteen year old girl.


Finally, John Madison removes himself from Duke and 's shoulders.


"Alright," begins John Madison as he removes his vest. "Listen up."


John Madison's speech is muffled by the eight prostitutes and John Black who are still screaming like they're at a Justin Beiber concert.


"We loves you Johnny!" screams John Black as he waves his arms in the air.


"I SAID SHUT UP!" John Madison yells at the top of his voice inadvertently into Duke's ear.


Sebastian Duke shoots John Madison a evil glare.


Shane speaks out first.


"John, is it really necessary to have all of these... women in here?"


"Hey Shane," John replies after taking a drink directly from the champagne bottle. "Is it really necessary for me to have John Black as a slave? No! Quit being a party pooper, Shane. Look at Duke."


John Madison smacks Sebastian Duke on his chest. Duke gives John the same pissed off look.


"Duke here is happy for John Madison. Why are you happy, Duke?"


Duke: "I-"


John Madison doesn't allow Sebastian Duke to speak despite the question being directed to him.


"Because tonight, John Madison went out to that ring and pulled some shit. I gave the people at home a show to remember. Because when John Madison takes a piss in Cyren's face and wins main events, the world rejoices. My audience was so taken back that we even had someone on the opposing team drop what he was doing and jump ship. We had a jump ship, guys! Who was it again? Michael Capra right?"


"Ahem." Nazi whispers to John Madison the actual name-- Luca Arzegotti.


"Luca Ars... Luca Arse? Luca Arsegotti, yeah that guy. He showed the world that he's all about The Black Circle through and through.


While John Madison is speaking, John Black becomes distracted. He is seen going through the tactical vest that John threw down earlier.


John Black pulls out a can of pepper spray. He examines it, trying to figure out what it is. He smells it, and then accidentally sprays himself in the face with it!


He begins to scream out in pain as the pepper spray burns his face.


"Aaah! AAAAAH! Burns. Boss."


John Madison loses his cool.


"Fuck. Why are you interrupting me, John Black?! Why the fuck are you even in here. Get him OUT."


"I can'ts sees whats in front of me boss. Burns. Aaaah..."


At John Madison's request, the unnamed The Black Circle guards escort John Black out of the office.


"Like I was saying. Tonight was a victory for Team Madison's The Black Circle. Shane , you took that beating well. Sebastian Duke, you took out that satanic son of a bitch Unknown Soldier. NAZI, you committed genocide like no other. We ended up having to drag Mystery and James along the way, but that's no big deal. We're The Black Circle, and I do shit that no one else on this roster is capable of.


I urinated in Cyren's face.


I beat that tool Mister Mystery down with a tool box.


And I relieved myself on Mark Flynn's title. I even took that soaking wet strap and smacked him in his face with it!


From here, I shall carry the torch onward into Gauntlet City. And all of you, including you Kristi--"


John Madison points to the red haired prostitute that he seems to have a thing for.


"You will follow behind me in the smoke that my torch leaves behind. You will embrace the trail of smoke that I leave behind similar to the way Cyren embraced the urine that I sprayed into his face. And just like how Cyren must live the rest of his life with the scent of John Madison's urine in his clothes, you will all have the pleasure of walking around with the scent of Johnny's smoke in yours.


I will win the threesome title.


I will win the crown.


For The Black Circle."