Seeing as time somehow sped up to the point of a three count happening, Evertrust opens his eyes, snaps his fingers, and rewinds time to correct the flaw.


3...

2...

1...

.pu gnikaw morf mih pots ot esion elttil sa ekam ot gniyrt ,noipmahc emerT-X suoicsnocnu eht no regnif a stup dna ,nwod sdneb eH


".citsatnaF"



"ig der sit ker liw i 8m"

.erefretni t'nseod ecaF nosmirC ehT erus ekam dna revoc ot - hsuT - relaed s'rotaG dna sih rof slangis nieG .gniyas si eh drow a raeh t'nac ohw tsurtrevE gnipeels a revo sdnats nieG

"...dnoces a rof uoy nip tsuj em tel ...haeY ?doog dnuoS ?huH !flesruoy ot lla eltit remoF eht evah nac uoy ,uoy nip em tel uoy fi ,tahw ay llet I ?uoy nip ...hu em tel ...hu dluoc uoy ebyaM .pihsnoipmahc REMOF eht ,eltit looc ytterp a s'tI .ytilibiderc erom steg eltit ym taht os uoy nip tsuj ...hu dluoc I fi gnirednow saw I tsurtrevE yeH"

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And now, time returns to its mundane forward motion.

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"Hey Evertrust I was wondering if I could uh... just pin you so that my title gets more credibility. It's a pretty cool title, the FOMER championship. Maybe you could uh... let me uh... …ah! No! AH! AAAAAH! Mmmph! Glrrph… mmmf!?

This so called Fomer Championship has found itself wedged securely into the mouth of Gein as Evertrust takes a paint brush and begins painting blood all over Gein's chin and neck. With a flick of his wrist, Evertrust sends the paintbrush off into a black lagoon and snaps his fingers, causing real blood to rush up Gein's throat and out of his mouth, perfectly filling the precise pattern Evertrust pre-painted. He always was good at staying within the lines.

" What an exquisite work of craftsmanship you've become, Gein. I could stare at your artwork all day. Would you believe that in an alternate path, you had pinned me for a three count? Yeah… I can't believe it either. Luckily for you, this reversal of time itself has served as my kickout. Good day to you sir. "

Evertrust's feet raise a few inches off the ground and he gently floats away with the breeze as Gein tries to pry the championship from his gushing, horribly stretched mouth.