Corey approaches Alias still wearing his ref shirt, but now he's just in sweat pants.

Hey man did you see my ref shorts? Somebody told me you might know where they are.

As he gets close to Alias, he trips over a WELL PLACED rock and falls into Alias' arms! Alias has a brief moment of pure bliss before Corey's weight carries them both to the floor. Corey, laying atop Alias, looks instantly sheepish. Oh, uh...sorry, man....

Corey places one hand on the floor to get up.

ONE!

Oh fuck, he still has ref powers!

Corey places another hand on the floor to get up.

TWO!

Oh shit, what's he gonna use to accidentally count the three? Will it be naughty? Find out next time when Alias hopefully kicks out!

Using the magical time stopping powers that all X-Treme Champions get (it's a thing, look it up), Alias pauses on what to do. In his head he thinks 'how do I get Corey from 2 to 69, without him counting to 3?'.

A bright idea pops into his head. With the hip strength of Dionysus (it's a thing, look it up), he thrusts! Oh boy, what a thrust! Corey feels it in his very being as the kick out flips him into the air and onto his feet. WOW! The judges give him a 69/10. Not the kind Alias was after, but hey, his idea worked!

Alias meanwhile gets to his feet and sheepishly ducks out of the room as if he has something to cover up. It's definitely not a boner.


Nah, it's probably a cover up of the murder of the hopes and dreams of any of the other champions staying champ for long with Mr. 25/8 roaming about (it's a thing, look it up).