The Executioner's Deal

* The camera lights up to reveal Electrifyy and Subject16 heading to the arena *

Electrifyy: I can't believe the band is back together. It's amazing. Right?

Subject 16: Rig-

Electrifyy: We are gonna kick teamxtreme4's ass. Wait a minute...I forgot something!

Subject 16: What?

Electrifyy: I don't remember! I must head back to the locker room!

Subject 16: Whatever.

*Electrifyy heads back to the locker room while Subject16 waits by the arena entrance*

*Electrifyy passes by the vending machine and hears a weird noise*

…: Psst!

*Electrifyy assumes a fighting position, expecting an ambush*

Electrifyy: Who’s there?

…: Psst! I’m not going to hurt you. Just come here. I’ve got the good stuff. I’m behind the vending machine.

Electrifyy: Uh…

*The camera follows Electrifyy behind the vending machine. The hidden man is none other than Draven!*

Draven: Hey man, wanna buy some sick substances?

Electrifyy: Nah, I am straight edge, man...Also, that's illegal.

Draven: What are you talking about? It’s just some noodles.

*Draven produces a small bag of noodles*

Draven: I’ll sell you this right here for $9.99.

Draven: I also got some curved noodles, some floppy noodles, some noodles that produce electricity…What you want homie?

Electrifyy: How did you get such quality pasta?

Draven: I smuggled it from some of the cells of the prisoners I executed.

Electrifyy: I'll take it! give me!

*Electrifyy produces some money from his pocket and hands it to Draven.

Draven: Nice doing business with you , heh heh.

* Draven hands Electrifyy the bag of noodles *

Electrifyy: Thanks, but I’ve got a match and I need to go get something. Smell you later, home slice.

*Electrifyy runs to the locker room*

Draven: With the power of pasta you will prevail!

Draven: Heh, sucker.

* A voice is heard shouting in the background *

…: DID I JUST SEE AN ILLEGAL PASTA DEAL?

* Draven attempts to snuggle against the wall to prevent from being seen*

*A large body jogs quickly into sight*

Davon Hills: IT IS I DAVON HILLS! THE MOST BELOVED WRESTLER HERE.

* Realizing it is the only the federation’s worst jobber, Draven appears from the behind the vending machine, juggling one of his axes*

Draven: So what if there was an illegal pasta deal? What are you going to do about it?

Davon Hills: It is my job as a member of the PASTA POLICE to protect the beauty of pasta. YOU SIR ARE UNDER ARREST!

*Davon approaches Draven, grabbing his arm*

Draven: Wrong move, fatty.

*Draven knocks Davon in the head with the blunt of his axe, sending Davon reeling*

Draven: It’s show time.