After Ace's signal watch goes off, but before the alley pssssts (yeah, we're all out of order here)

AGW walks around the last corner of the last block on Weston St. The JLR's motel room is within sight. Under the circumstances, AGW would be running, but well... AGW never runs.

AGW: The rest of the team better be at the motel! That Ace Rimmer seems like a smug, self-satisfied git.

And AGW stops dead in his tracks.

AGW: Did I just say "smug, self-satisfied git"?

Before AGW can contemplate his lapse into British-ism...

Female reporter: There he is!

...A stampede of reporters stampedes towards our hero...

AGW: -

...And AGW runs!

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Reporter #4 [running]: Any Given, is it true you "got jiggy" with Ms. Vanessa?

Reporter #11: Any Given Wednesday, is it true you're the father of her love child?

Reporter #7: Sir, you can't run from us forever!

AGW: No, but I can sure as hell try!

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Meanwhile, back at the Ace Rimmer's hotel...

CJ: Oh my gosh, I don't believe I'm here.

AR: Of course you are, foxy lady. Before I can show you how wonderful I am, though, I just need to freshen up a bit. [Ace points his finger at her like a gun and flashes his trademark smile] Now stoke me a clipper, I'll be back for Christmas.

AR and CJ: -

CJ: [humina humina]

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Now back to our other hero.

Reporter #20: Any Given, is it true you weren't able to.... perform to Ms. Vanessa's satisfaction?

And AGW stops dead in his tracks.

AGW: Excuse me?

Reporter #20: Well, a reliable source has stated that you weren't able to... well... give Vanessa an orga--

AGW: ALRIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH!! You, with the camera, start rolling. I want everyone to see and hear this.

The guy with the camera starts rolling.

AGW: First, I would like to go on the record as saying I did not have sexual relations with that woman. Furthermore, I would like to add that if I had, she would have definitely had an orga--

Reporter #13A [tapping AGW on the shoulder]: It's for you.

AGW: I'm kinda busy here.

13A: It's an important person.

AGW grabs the phone.

AGW: Hello.

BC: Now listen here, fella. I don't mean to disturb your little speech, there, but I've been watching you from my five star hotel and I just wanted to warn you that "I did not have sexual relations" isn't gonna work.

AGW: But I really didn't have sexu--

BC: Trust me, buddy. It ain't gonna work.

Female voice in background: Who's that, honey?

BC: Never you mind, sugarplum. Now listen, Wednesday, here's what you need to say-

Click!

AGW hands back the phone.

AGW: Alright, listen people, I am not a crook.

13A: It's for you again.

AGW grabs the phone harder.

AGW: HELLO!

BC: Have you ever even been to a library?

AGW: Well, uhhhh... no.

BC: Well, read... my... lips... That won't work.

AGW: I can't really read your lips. You're on the phone and--

Voice in the background: Bill, who are you talking to?

AGW: Hey, "Bill," who's that girl in the background?

BC: Umm.. my wife?

Voice: WHAT? YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE MARRIED!

AGW: IS THAT BEATRIX?

BC: Ummm... I gotta go.

Click!!!

Reporter 12: Sir, I'm with The National Examiner. One question, did you---

AGW [putting out his hand]: No more questions, your honor. Hotel room. Now!

POOF!

Narrator:
Will anyone EVER believe AGW?
Will the group EVER get together to rescue CJ from that smug, self-satisfied git?
Will (young) Nightwing EVER get Starfire?
Will Ace EVER get Rogue?
Will we EVER find out who pssssted Brit?
Will Chant EVER remember his villainous past?
Will I EVER stop saying "EVER"?

Who knows?