High Stakes fades to the airport. Flood lights illuminate the jumbo jet known as Illuminatus One. Its engines wind down as a motorcade flies by the cameras at high speed.


Illuminatus One has landed!

That motorcade is moving pretty fast!


The flashing reds and blues of the Las Vegas Police Department cause glare on the camera as the Duke limousine and the motorcyle cops race toward the Coliseum.

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Back at the Coliseum, the scene fades to the Heyman luxury box overlooking the ring. Paul Heyman sits his fat ass on a sofa, texting on his phone.

I don't believe this!

Gunn stares at him stoicly.

I just got a voicemail from Sammy.

John Samuels for the plebs out there. Gunn relieves Heyman of his cell and listens to his voicemail.

Hey Paulie its Sammy...



HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You fuckin' married Arzegotti!



HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA


Gunn hangs up and tosses Heymans phone onto the sofa.


You gonna get this thing annulled or what?


Paulie adopts an extremely serious look.


Tommy, I'm a very religious man. Marriage is sacred.


Gunn sighs and we fade back to ringside.


What have you got to say for yourself, Mr. Arzegotti-Heyman?

Imma need more Jack and coke.


The bell rings, to grab the attention of the fans.

Numerical order for the win!