* 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.