As Jim Caedus finds a seat on the plane flying him out of Anaheim, he sighs with relief.

After his championship victory over Lycana in a hell of a match, getting hit with the belt by Marf dressed as Goofy, then getting beaten down by Atara Themis and Terry Borden, it'll be nice to have a few hours where he can relax...

He leans back in his seat and tries to regain his energy with a nap...

Just as the first class drink cart rolls beside his aisle.

And who is pushing the cart? What terrible terror trapzes in teems of treachery to traps the X-Treme title?

Who else but that no-good crooked cad and friend? The North Korean War Criminal.

NKWC gently rests a small napkin on Jim Caedus' sleeping chest and places a bag of complimentary peanuts onto his body, pressing him gently into the back of his seat. He leaves his hand there...

The referee in the window seat beside Jim silently mouths the count...

1....

2....