"I can count my own dang pinfalls! read chapter seventeen, section B, subsection xviii, bullet point number nine! As a senior XWF official acting in my contracted duty - ANY AND ALL DECISIONS ARE FINAL! Get on the floor, girl!"



Oddly, Lycana was already on the floor. Wolf stuff I guess. John X makes a cover and begins his own count!



"One!"


"Aaaaaaand a-two!"

Lycana had been taking a nap, since she pretty much now had to live in the 24/7 hallway, when obnoxious hollering breaks through her dream, visions of War Games dancing through her head. She opens her eyes to a spy some kind of demented gremlin screeching atop her.

In a knee-jerk reaction, she flings it off, leaping to her feet to punt it down the hall with a loud yelp of her own.

She blinks, slowly realizing that it WASN'T some kind of evil miniature organism, it was Ref John X now in a crumpled head.

"Oops. My bad."

She slowly edges backwards until she can slip around the corner.