MisterJLA is sitting alone in The IV locker room, scarfing down a piece of cake. His World Title, designed by former RDCW superstar Wednesday, is shining in The IV's trophy case...



In walks Captain Howdy...

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JLA: Howdy, my good man! How are you?

Capt: What the Hell are you eating?

JLA: Cake from thedoctor's "party". What some?

Capt: Gimboid...that's not from the cake Christine Oakley popped out of a week ago, is it???




JLA instantly gets pale. He sets the cake down on the ground. Moments later, he looks at it and mumbles:

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JLA: Fuck it, I'm hungry.

Capt:

JLA: <talking with his mouth full of cake> Captain, tonight you face Captain Sammitch-

Capt: Sumbitch!

JLA: Right, Captain Sumbitch for the Cunt Championship! Just think! Make him tap, or pin him, and you'll be the Hardcore Poon, and the Cunt Holder! You'll make The IV proud and even more powerful! This is going to be the greatest HAVOK EVAR!



JLA looks off into the distance...

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JLA: HEY! And just think, you'll be the first Cunt Champion since Nowhereman tarnished the belt eight months ago! You will be the toast of jolly ol' England! I bet they'd have a parade in your honor!

Capt: That's honour, you dunce!

JLA: I'm even beginning to think that the appeal of the RDCW would be broadened...abroad! The RDCW could have a PPV in the UK, and you could defend the championship! Or you and I could team up again to go for the Tag Titles, just like the good old days! A PPV in the UK!




JLA stares into the camera...

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JLA: IF ONLY SOMEONE WOULD APPROVE MY IDEA...

Howdy: You have ideas?

JLA: Watch it, Gr-





Just then, there is a knock on the door:

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Deliveryman: Strippers and Waffles!

Capt: They deliver?

JLA: Do they! C'mon in!





The deliveryman wheels in a cart with a silver covered tray on it.

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Deliveryman: That will be 20 bucks, please.





JLA looks around...

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JLA: Huh. I left my wallet in my other pair of tights. Can I see the bill and something to write with?





The deliveryman hands JLA the bill and a pen.

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JLA: Here. Put that on my tab.

Deliveryman: Your tab? Management will NOT allow you to put anything else on that. You still owe for about a brillion lap dances.

JLA: Ok, here. Here's my autograph. You can sell it on eBay or some rubbish. Howdy, show him the door.



Howdy heaves the man out of the door.

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Capt: More food? Haven't you had enough?

JLA: <holding his stomach> Yeah. But I bought this for you! It's a motivational item for your match tonight!



Howdy removes the cover from the tray, to reveal...

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JLA: A double decker sandwich, get it? You, myself, and Doc. Mid-Nite have a 3-championship match against Sudden Death RAWKS at Convolution! In a double decker cage match!

Captain Sammitch will be in that match, and facing you in tonight’s match! Get it? I bought you a double decker in honor of the double decker cage! It's a sandwich and you're fighting Captain Sammitch tonight, and at the PPV! Get it? Devour that sandwich, and it will give you good luck against Sammitch!



JLA looks at Howdy waiting for a response. Howdy looks at JLA, then the sandwich.

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Howdy: Bollocks!



Howdy leaves the locker room.

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JLA: What? Don't you get it? It's a sandwich!





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