LAST TIME WE SAW OUR HERO HE HAD BEEN CHANGED BY PUTTING ON A MASK NOT UNLIKE THAT OF HIS FUTURE OPPONENT ROBBIE BOURBON. CALLING HIMSELF AGUAFIESTATS, HE IS FOLLOWING STANDARD VILLAIN PROTOCOL BY TELLING AN INNOCENT BYSTANDER MR WILLHELM CLAYMORE HAMPHRIES HIS PLAN FOR WORLD (OR AT LEAST XWF) DOMINATION.

MEANWHILE THE REAL KILLJOY, STILL INSIDE THE MIND OF THE BODY, RALLIES AGAINST THE DARK FORCE OF CORRUPTION THE MASK HAS CAUSED

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Killjoy stands in an endless void, the only feature a pair of large holes opening into another world. The Prince of Pranks paces frantically, ranting out loud.

KILLJOY: It makes so much sense! I can’t believe I didn’t see this the whole time! Why else would Whiskey Bob wear a mask if he wasn’t a super villain?! What was the name of that guy who was president in the comics…Luger or Luxor, something like that? And that explains that hideous, hideous shirt he had in the background while he was ‘drawing at random’ names for Lethal Lottery. Only pure evil would have the nerve to display something like that so openly…

…and I am wearing a mask like his right now…

AS THE PRINCE OF PRANKS REALIZES THE GRAVITY OF HIS NEW FOUND KNOWLEDGE, IN THE ‘REAL’ WORLD WE FIND MR HAMPHRIES IN A SIMILAR STATE OF HORROR AS AUGAFIESTAS CONTINUES TO EXPLAIN HIMSELF

HAMPHRIES: My Joyeaux…er…Killjoy…um Agua…aqua…

AGUAFIESTAS: I am the Killer of Joy little man, I am AGUAFIESTAS!

MR H: Sir…what exactly are you saying? You’ve…drugged clothing?

A: The t-shirt bearing the name of my movement #KJXWFT51. Within their threads are a special compound I have developed in secret during my years of playing childish pranks in my far-reaching plan to lull the people in power in the sports entertainment industry into a false sense of security.

KILLJOY: You see, this is why I am so torn about this. False security is something a good prankster wants in his victims…

A: The chemical I have produced will make any who are enthralled by its effects to be totally under my control. They will do what I tell them to without question, and I don’t even have to run for office *evil chuckle*

MR H: What possible purpose would it serve you to have that much control?

A: You poor, poor fool. The crowds are key in wrestling. They cheer for you, you get paid more. The more they demand you in main event matches, the more creative control you get. Soon you are the matchmaker…and then, the world.

MR H: World domination? Dear Lord…

KJ: NO! No, that’s not how it works! The fans love you, then you can retire and come back for an occasional hometown return, then a hall of fame (or equivalent) nod and then pass away making sure that they install the recording of ‘Pop Goes The Weasel’ in your coffin to go off at the service!!

AGUAFIESTAS: No longer will the over-powered yet talentless lumps of muscle and childish rage be allowed to be considered the ideal. Those with flair, with style, with the ability to entertain without resorting to mindless violence will get the credit they deserve.

KILLJOY: *shouting* Not by mind control!! The cheesiness…

MR H: *suddenly stern* My Joyeaux, or whatever you are calling yourself. This is…reprehensible. I admit I have only known you for a few hours but this…this is simply unacceptable. Whatever this mask has done to you is wrong on so many levels.

KJ: You tell him Mr H!

AUGAFIESTAS: This mask has finally allowed my true self to be free, and not smothered by the prattling of that idiot that once ruled this body.

KJ: I might be an idiot but I don’t prattle!

MR H: Is this really what you want? Do you really think this is how this Bourbon fellow thinks?

A: This is what ‘that Bourbon fellow’ has been doing the while time. Only he will soon discover that Augafiestas can do it better

AS ALL THIS GOES ON, OUR HERO IS NOW PACING FRANTICALLY INSIDE THE VOID OF HIS PHYSICAL MIND

KILLJOY: Thanks for not making a comment on how empty my head apparently is…

I AM A PROFESSIONAL…PLUS I LIKE THIS GIG AND DON’T WANT TO BE FIRED…

KJ: OK, time to plan. I got to get out of here…or is it get the mask off? Whatever…either way I must stop this madness. Both my alter ego and Whiskey Bob’s plans for world domination need to be stopped, and I’ll have to put the not-an-attempt-to-mind-control-the-populace #KJXWFT51 movement on temporary hiatus. But how? How do I stop my evil self?

THE DESPERATE PONDERING OF THE PRINCE OF PRANKS ARE STOPPED BY WHAT SEEMS TO BE A LOCALIZED EARTHQUAKE

KILLJOY: What the monkey…?

KILLJOY PEERS INTO THE TWIN HOLES IN THE VOID, TO SEE TO HIS HORROR AGUAFIESTAS ADVANCING UPON A FRIGHTENED LOOKING MR HAMPHRIES

A: Perhaps there is something to been said about properly applied violence. We wouldn’t want anyone to prevent my master plan from succeeding, would we?

KJ: NO!

MR H: Mr Joyeaux! Killjoy! Please!

KILLJOY CAN ONLY WATCH AS AGUAFIESTAS’ HANDS REACH FOR THE THROAT OF THE OLDER MAN

KILLJOY: Darn it, I will not stoop to this level! I will not become another Whiskey Bob!

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TO BE CONTINUED…?