Taped moments before Hysteria! begins...
The camera shows outside in the parking lot and just as the commercial pans back to the arena, the mysterious red limo from last week pulls into the lot.]
Tim Sullivan - They're here.
JP - Who's here?
Tim Sullivan - Who's ever in the red limo who made tonight's main event, a 5-way Elimination Chamber match for the Legacy Championship, is here again, tonight.
JP - Think we'll find out who is inside?
Tim Sullivan - From the rumors going around tonight, TONIGHT is the night that we will finally see who made that match, who is inside the limo and just what exactly they are here in the NLR to do.
[The limo parks infront of the back door of the arena. The headlights go off and the scene ends.]
Watch your words
Or your words might drown you
And cure my wounds
And the light will blind you
[The intro starts off with a profile view of Ragonus, as the camera zooms in on his face, and he frowns, before it shows him deliver a brainbuster off the top rope to a hapless opponent who crashes into the mat with a sick impact..]
To truly see well
You must have faith
Oh the righteous they can't wait
[The Panther is shown next, and he looks good. Another clip is shown, from the legendary 5 man eXcess match.. He jumps off the top turnbuckle, taking out a local wrestler with a Doomsday Device, causing Miller to crash into the mat!]
A saving grace
That all we know
Let us pray
Let us hold on
[Spawn.. He looks ripped like always.. it shows him delivering a shot from a kendo stick right to the face of a wrestler..]
I can't breathe
I prefer to find a ceiling
To this hate of mine
[Shauna Soprano, stunning as always as she delivers a missile dropkick to a steel chair, sending it crashing into the face of her opponent.]
I can't win
I can fight no more
I am drowning
And I'm sick inside
[The Grudge has returned to his hardcore roots, and it's shown as his bloody and broken body flies off the tower with a diving elbow drop..]
Push no more
And the day will find you
Speak no truth
And your ways will end you
[Fear has his opponent on a stretcher and his head is sticking out from the bottom rope over the apron.. He jumps off the apron with a guillotine leg drop, causing his opponent to be shot into the ropes..]
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit; get your arms around me
Now we’re going down, down, down
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit; get your arms around me
Now we’re going down, down, down
[ Fear Places an opponent into a crucifix powerbomb position and connects with a DDT in mid move then will hook in a pin. He uses this move in extreme circumstances and always results in a victory!]
It's alright
And you must move on
Though the damage
Has been done
[Kronik, waving goodbye to the NLR crowds...]
Cherish the life
And the ones you hold
Can you change?
Can you go on?
[Leandro, waving goodbye to the NLR crowds...]
I can't breathe
I prefer to find a ceiling
To this hate of mine
[Kyle Bauer, waving goodbye to the NLR crowds...]
I can't win
I can't fight no more
I am drowning
And I'm sick inside
[Troy Knight, MWF and now NLR legend soars through the air with his trademark move, 'The Rump Thump'..]
Push no more
And the day will find you
Speak no truth
And your ways will end you
[Sinn and Helena, the 'Femme Fatales' walk down the ramp, being oogled at by the fans..]
Bang...
[ Spawn walks from one side of the stage to the other, getting the crowd and himself pumped up before Mari Posa leads him down to the ring. ]
It's alright...
[Anarchy has broken loose in the NLR ring, as every feud in the fed has come to the light.. Leandro and Grudge swap punches while an old clip of Douglas and Doomsday battling back and forth is shown.. Troy Knight delivers a spin kick to Fear while Ragonus attacks Spawn from behind..]
...and you must move on...
[Insane Wayne drags his opponent into position before dropping him with a piledriver, nearly snapping his neck..]
...though the damage has been done...
[Sinnocence connects with her Iron Maiden finisher, and begins to wrench on the neck, causing them to black out..]
Cherish the life and the ones you hold...
[And now the new talent is highlighted.. Jesus Jones, boy does he look impressive.. Rigamortis hasn't done much to impress us.. But we're sure he'll come around.. Randy Kamon beats down an opponent in a dark match.. Mike Saint and Chris Griffin are shown, staring at the camera.. Almost scarily.]
...can you change?, can you hold on?...
[ And right before the pyro shoots, you hear the ending of "Sons of Plunder" by Disturbed and NLR Owner J. McGuire speaking. ]
I can't breathe
I prefer to find a ceiling
To this hate of mine
I can't win
I can't fight no more
I am drowning
And I'm sick inside
McGuire: "The new NLR...taking it to the next level every Friday night."
Suddenly as "Sons of Plunder" by Disturbed starts over the loudspeaker, Sully is interrupted. The lights of the arena flicker and from behind the velvet curtains, a young woman appears. Dressed in a mid-length black skirt with a Betty Page t-shirt and knee-high predator boots with her shoulder-length black hair pulled up into odangos. Trailing a few feet behind her, is Bobby Knight. The young boy is dressed in the best little Armani suit that money can buy. He just accompanies her, grinning widely.
McGuire: "Welcome to Friday night Hysteria! Tonight...tonight is the final night of Legacy tournament! Tonight the NLR will finally crown the Legacy Champion. Will it be our controversial Claudio Turbine? Will it be our very own Samurai, Ragonus? Or our newcomer Trenton Pierce? Or Spawn or Rigamortis? Personally...everyone knows who I'm rooting for!
She lets a wicked grin cross her face as she brings Bobby closer to her.
McGuire: So let's see...each man has his strengths...his weaknesses (some more prominent than others). But besides that...we have the very first NLR Bloodbath debut match...and not to mention, Alex Roma in a guest star match tonight with NLR's legend, Troy Knight! We'll see some great matches tonight...and I expect nothing but the best from everyone!!
The feed changes to JP and Sully at ringside. Both men are extremely pumped for tonight...
JP: She couldn't be more right! Our president is doing a fine job so far...
Sully: Damn right...but we have some feed from outside...let's go to it!
[Outside of the arena a limo pulls out and a man dressed in an expensive suit gets out. He looks around for a second.]
The Man: Time to show the world I'm still one of the best.
[The limo door opens up and a 5'11 blonde steps out. She wears a sparkling dress, sparkling skirt, and sparkling shoes.]
Blonde: Hey tiger get back in the limo. We need to get back to the hotel so you can take your meds. Your psychiatrist said you haven't been right since your injury.
The Man: Screw the doctors!
[The man walks off toward the arena entrance. He gets smaller and smaller. The blonde gets back into the limo and it doesn't move.]
VS 
Sully: Is that who I think it was?
JP: I don't know, but look at this turnout Sully! You'd almost think we were having a PPV tonight. I think people came to see Pierce give Turbine a piece of his mind and start a new legacy for the NLR.
Sully: Whatever you say JP! I'm putting my money on Turbine. I mean he's a god for crying out loud, a charismatic one at that. This man beat the great Leandro at Gladiator to become the second NLR Legacy champion ever. Doesn't that mean anything to you? Plus, he left behind what was rightfully his to begin with. I don't see why management just doesn't give him the championship back.
JP: Did you miss last week's show or what Sully? What makes you think Claudio deserves the championship back around his waist after being beat by Sinnocence? This man was beat by a woman, plain and simple! I mean did you see Pierce's match against Cordova? He put a dent in him, literally. He practically used his own car without a care. Just think of what he'll do to Claudio with all that steel surrounding them.
Sully: It shouldn't be much with Ragonus, Spawn, and Rigamortis in the mix.
["I Will Breathe Fire" by Strata erupts over the PA system and the fans begin to boo. Cordova comes out from the behind the curtains. He taunts and the crowd's boos become heavier. Cordova ignores the booing for a second and then starts flipping off different fans in the crowd, as he walks toward the ring.]
JP: I guess that's Cordova's way of going out with bang and I don't like it! If any kids are watching at home, please cover your eyes. How could a man with a daughter be condoning this type of behavior? He must still be bitter about that lost against Pierce. It kept him out of action for a week. It serves the man right. It doesn't matter though after Kamon is done with him, we'll no longer have to see him grace NLR television again!
Sully: I'm going to miss him actually. He's the only ones who shown his real emotions here in the NLR. I mean sure Pierce spanked him, but that's before he almost became road kill on the front of his own car. See JP…I did see that match even though I saw it a little bit differently.
JP: Yeah, okay. That still doesn't put down the fact Pierce came out with the win, now does it?
[Cordova slides under the ropes of the ring and taunts once more, but this time the crowd erupts into cheers and he begins to grin.]
JP: I don't believe this! Kamon is making his way through the crowd and Cordova doesn't even realize it! Wait…what is Kamon doing? He's going to the top rope!
Sully: Turn around Cordova! You son of…
[Cordova turns around and Kamon catches him with huge cross body. Cordova's back plants to the mat with a thunderous impact and the bell rings for the match to begin. The crowd still cheers at the top of their lungs. Jim Adams goes for the count.]
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JP: Ladies and gentlemen, if I may say so myself, I think we deserve another look at that! That was one of the prettiest cross bodies I have ever seen! Not to mention one of the quickest matches I have ever witnessed here in the NLR!
[Jim Adams comes up off the mat and is about to raise Kamon's hand. He notices Cordova's foot is on the rope. He signals that the match isn't over and for the bell to ring once more.]
Sully: Yeah, you're right JP. We should give the fans at home and in attendance another chance to see the moment Cordova's foot connected with the rope.
[Kamon gets up angered and begins pointing his finger at Adams. Cordova takes advantage and comes up behind Kamon and maneuvers a school boy. Before Adams can hit the mat for a count, Kamon reverses and locks Cordova into an armbar. Cordova tries to out strengthen Kamon, but Kamon kicks him in the face at each attempt and applies more pressure to the hold. Cordova's other hand starts to sink closer and closer toward the mat. Adams watches it and is ready to signal his defeat.]
JP: I think he's really going to tap out to the arm bar. Excuse me language fans, but what a pussy! He deserves everything he gets tonight Sully. Every last bit of pain Kamon can dish out on him. I hope the last we see of Cordova is him being wheeled off on a stretcher just like he was his first night here.
Sully: I knew you disliked people, but do I sense a bit of hatred from the ever so loving JP?
[Cordova begins to tap the mat violently. The crowd erupts into cheers and Adams signals for the bell.]
Sully: Oh come on ref! How could you have not seen his foot hit the rope for the second time?
[Cordova's foot is on the rope once again and Adams signals for the match to start again. Kamon breaks the lock and gives Cordova some breathing room. As soon as Cordova is to his feet, Kamon charges with a clothesline and knocks him back down to the mat. Cordova rolls around in pain but quickly recovers to his feet. Kamon quickly delivers a high dropkick but Cordova catches the end of his feet and slams him down into the mat. Cordova then capitalizes and stomps away at the shocked Kamon. Kamon catches one of Cordova's feet and keeps hold of it, as he comes back to his feet to a hopping Cordova. Kamon smirks at Cordova and lunges forward with a strong lariat which topples Cordova head first into the mat.]
JP: My God! You have to give props to Kamon for this exhibit of raw athleticism.
Sully: I will do no such thing. This kid hasn't even proved a thing to me.
JP: You're just mad Cordova is getting his ass handed to him.
[Cordova clutches his head in pain and rolls around on the mat. Kamon wastes no time and picks Cordova up. He Irish whips him into the ropes and delivers a big boot. He picks him up again and goes for another Irish whip. This time he directs Cordova into a corner. Kamon runs full speed toward the turnbuckle and leaps through the air. He lands another beautiful cross body on Cordova who now sinks down into the corner on his behind.]
Crowd: CORDOVA SUCKS! CORDOVA SUCKS! CORDOVA SUCKS!
JP: I think the fans have turned against you Sully. (chuckles) Oh wait, they never were on your side.
Sully: Shut up JP! These fans obviously don't know a true superstar when they see one.
[Kamon rams his knee into the face of Cordova, then hold it down hard trying to suffocate him. Cordova kicks his legs wildly and Adams comes to the corner counting.]
1…
2…
[Kamon takes his knee away and instead stomps away at Cordova. Cordova sinks, sinks, sinks with each kick that bounces off of his chest. After the last kick, Cordova finally lays on his back. Kamon lifts Cordova up to his feet and sits him on the top rope.]
Sully: What is Kamon thinking?
JP: Come on Sully. I think you know the answer to the question, so why ask it? This man is trying to make an impact.
[Kamon backs away from the dazed Cordova. He taunts and the crowd seems to anticipate Kamon's next move.]
Crowd: NLR! NLR! NLR!
[Kamon rushes toward the turnbuckle, climbs to the first rope, and spears Cordova to the outside. Cordova lands on his back, but has Kamon in a headlock which transpires into massive DDT.]
Sully: (standing up out of his seat) OH MY GOD! HALLELUJAH! DID YOU SEE THAT PERFECT DDT?
JP: Well, damnit Sully, sit down! You're blocking my view. I can't see a damn thing!
Sully: (sitting back down) I can't believe you missed it! I think Kamon has been busted open!
JP: You damn right I missed it! You got in the way!
Crowd: KAMON! KAMON! KAMON!
[Neither man moves and Adams begins the ten count.]
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[All of a sudden the television transmission cuts from color to grayscale and the arena lights turn completely off. Three bright red letters appear on the titantron.]
Voice: HTV! 3…2…1… He is now controlling transmission!
JP: HTV! What in the hell is going on?
Sully: Oh sure, right when the momentum changes.
[The arena goes quiet as "Bodies" by Drowning Pool blasts over the PA system. A spotlight hits a figure who steps out onto the ramp. The figure puts his arms out and fireworks set off all around him. After returning his hands to his side, the figure runs down to the ring. The lights return and Cordova is barely landing punches into the fallen Kamon who's out cold.]
JP: Isn't he the one who pulled up in the limo tonight?
Sully: Yes he is JP! I'm willing to bet money he's the one who booked the Legacy Championship match on Hysteria last week.
JP: But why is he interfering with this match? Isn't he for just management purposes only?
Sully: Shut up for a second and maybe we'll find out.
[The man in the suit runs over to Cordova and Kamon. He stops short of Cordova and walks over to the announce table to get a chair. He folds it shut with confidence. He then smashes it across the head of Brett Cordova who slumps over onto Kamon's chest. Adams signals for the bell and rolls out of the ring to stop the chaos.]
Frazier: Your winner by disqualification, Randy Kamon!
Sully: (stands up again out of his seat) YES! MAXIMUM CARNAGE! NOW THIS IS TRUE NLR TELEVISION! DID YOU HEAR THE SICKEN THUD FROM THAT CHAIR SHOT JP?
[The man kicks Adams away who falls to the floor.]
JP: Yeah, I heard it! Too bad I didn't get to see it!
[Sully sits back down. The figure then kicks Cordova's lifeless body off of Randy Kamon. He throws the chair down and picks Cordova up. He throws Cordova into the ring. He does the same with Kamon. He picks the chair back up and slides it into the ring with it. The crowd is silent and still confused about what is going on.]
JP: I think he's going to talk to us Sully!
[The man lays both men's body apart from each other. He unfolds the chair and sets it between the two. He sits down and holds the microphone up ready to speak.]
Sully: Here it comes. Here it comes.
The Man: I just couldn't idly sit by any longer and watch the NLR ratings plummet. I had to do something, but not just anything. It had to be something everyone here in the NLR would never forget; therefore after I'm done with these two, you the fans will here on out label this night the NLR massacre. And don't change the channel just yet, because what I'm about to do is something you'll never see on live television again…maybe on your favorite soap opera, but not like this. Not when everything you're seeing is real. Are you ready?
[The man drops the microphone and stands up out the chair smirking. He points his finger back and forth from Kamon to Cordova. He lands on Cordova. He picks Kamon up and does a Shake Rattle and Roll on him, but before he finishes he begins to the do the Harlem shake. The crowd erupts into cheers. He then falls to his knees and gives Kamon a low blow. Kamon grabs hold of his crouch area, the man snap powerboms Kamon onto the unfolded chair. It snaps shut on Kamon's body. The crowd erupts into more cheers.]
JP: No! He just destroyed Kamon. What is he going to do with Cordova?
[The man grabs Cordova's leg and drags him to the edge of the ring. He slides out first and then slides Cordova out. Cordova's body hits the ground with a thud. He continues to drag him up the ramp and back into the back. The camera cuts to the back as the man drags Cordova all the way out to the parking lot. The man throws Cordova into the trunk of his limo, closes it shut, opens the back door to the limo, and gets in. The limo's wheels screech loudly and the limo speeds off.]
JP: I may have not like Cordova, but no man deserves to be violated like that.
[EMTs rush toward the ring with a stretcher. The lift Kamon onto it and wheel him out.]
Sully: Looks like Kamon gets wheeled out on a stretcher instead of Cordova. At least he won.
JP: Forget about Kamon, I want to know what happened to Cordova damnit! And why in the hell are we still in grayscale? What in the hell are the production people doing out there in that the trailer?
Sully: I think we're still on HTV JP!
[We cut to an unknown location and we see the limo Cordova was thrown in outside of an abandoned warehouse. We go inside and Cordova is strapped to a wooden chair. He's still out cold and is bleeding profusely. It looks as if he doesn't get medical treatment he will bleed to death. The man comes into the scene and sticks something up Cordova's noise. Cordova comes to his sense. The man laughs and paces back and forth in front of the chair.]
The Man: Sorry, I had to cut your match short. But you didn't leave me with any other choice, now did you? You didn't keep your end of the bargain either! I specifically told you to catch Pierce off guard. And hell you do me one better and run over his daughter. You're a sick son of a (bleep) you know that? I guess those seven years of getting (bleep) (bleep) made all the guilt inside of you go away. You almost had me fooled with that promo you shot. Nice work by the way. You join the NLR like I ask you, but you mess up the second I put faith in you. You let Pierce pin you. How do you think that made me feel? (lands a punch into Cordova's gut) It hurt, just like I know that did. You give Pierce a chance to win the Legacy Championship on my watch! I told you to end his life as he knew like he did mine back in the IUWF, but you let him gain a little happiness in his life. Bull(bleep)! But you know what...no...I'm not mad. I'll let you go free. The money I promised you is in your account like we agreed. Oh and what was that deal you made with Joyce? I believe if I'm not correct that you get any match of your choice next week on Hysteria? Well, I might have to take her up on that and verse Bones for the 4-Towers Championship in a chain match. I can see it now! Arran Hayden, the 4-Towers Champion of the NRL. I can finally return to my former glory days.
JP: Are you hearing what I'm hearing Sully? Joyce promised Cordova to any match he wanted next week at Hysteria and now this Hayden guy is taking it off his hands.
Sully: I don't know. Has he even signed a contract with the company?
[Hayden unties the ropes that hold Cordova to the chair. Cordova tries to stand but falls to one knee. Hayden helps him up and walks him toward the exit. But before they reach it, Hayden pushes Cordova back in front of the chair, kicks him in the gut, and delivers a massive powerbomb crushing Cordova's body through the chair.]
Arran Hayden: (screaming) You thought I'd let you walk out of here that easy with a million dollars in cold hard cash? Are you out of your (bleep) mind? (spits on Cordova) Don't worry, I'll find a good home for you daughter. (walks off the screen) I'll also tell Pierce you send your regards.
[Hayden walks back on the screen with chair in hand. He raises it up over his head and brings it down toward Cordova's face. Before it hits, the scene cuts to static and color is restored to the transmission.]
JP: Well, I tell you one thing. I don't think we'll be hearing from Cordova anytime soon.
Sully: Forget Cordova! He's old news. I can't wait to see if Joyce allows this Arran Hayden character to compete against Bones McCoy next week on Hysteria for the 4-Towers Championship. I think things are started to look up for this company JP.
[Sons of Plunder by Disturbed hits the speakers and NLR's president walks out from behind the velvet curtains with a microphone to her lips. She smirks and walks out onto the stage.
McGuire: Now, now...see here, Sully! Mr. Hayden has in fact signed a contract with the NLR! Albeit a temporary one...He'll get his wish for next week since Mr. Cordova will be unavailable...
Sully: How could none of us have known about that??
McGuire: That's simple, Sully...Because I told no one. So anyway, my dears...Mr. Hayden will be allowed into the NLR permanently on a clause contract. Should he managed to win two out of his three matches in the coming weeks, he'll be allowed to stay! And right now...his very first match for next week's Pay-Per-View will be for the 4-Towers title! He will face Brigadier General McCoy in a singles match...but maybe I'll throw in a little bit of spice for my favorite soldier in the NLR...
We see her disappear behind the curtain as Sons of Plunder plays again...and we move onto the next match...
But first...on to new footage of the mysterious limousine....
[The scene opens up in the back of the arena, where the mysterious Red limo stands parked. Interviewer Jason Collins is on the scene.]
Jason Collins - Jason Collins here with a followup on this developing story. Once again, the mysterious red and black limo that was here last week has reappeared. This time no one is coming out, not even the driver. But, the rumors are flying of who this person is what the person has planned for tonight. So Tim and JP, I will be back here to make sure that when whoever is inside steps out, we'll be right here and ready to get the answers to the questions that everyone has been asking.
Tim Sullivan - Jason, has anything been said by J McGuire?
Jason Collins - No, Tim. No one knows anything, from what we're being told. Of course, we saw her enter the limo last week after whoever was inside made the announcement of the big match here tonight for the Legacy Championship. So, whomever is inside is powerful and already making decisions. But, no. Ms. McGuire will not give us any information.
Tim Sullivan - And you can't make any contact with the driver or the people inside the car?
Jason Collins - I've knocked on the door since I got here and either no one is inside, or they're just laughing at me from the safety of their shiny red car.
Tim Sullivan - Well, keep us updated, Jason.
We cross backstage and see a wrestler kicking a vending machine. There are two other guys with him, and they look rather grim. The former is Typhoon. He had a “dark” match and lost it. Obviously he isn’t pleased at all. His two friends also lost their matches.
Typhoon: I was this close! THIS close at winning the match! But those stupid morons booing distracted me. God I hate those people!
His friends nod in agreement as they all make their way to their locker room. Typhoon keeps being loud about his loss and blaming it on the crowd and saying how those on the official roster are non-talented scumbags. On his way, Typhoon bumps into someone but doesn’t bother excusing himself.
Typhoon and his friends enter their locker room and close the door behind them. Typhoon looks really pissed. He grabs the phone and dials a number with violence.
Typhoon: What do you mean he’s busy?! He CANNOT be BUSY when I call! You heard me? I want to talk to hi---
BAM!
Typhoon and friends look in the direction of the door. Something just hit it really hard.
BAM!!
Typhoon drops the phone and exchange a glance with his friends. What the hell is going on?
BAM!!!
The door comes crashing down.
Typhoon: …you?
Standing on top of the crashed door is a man, he looks familiar. But the person Typhoon is referring to is the boy who is slightly behind the man. He has blond hair and a very familiar smirk.
Unidentified Boy: I usually don’t care about petty things like you but I despise rudeness.
Typhoon: What the fuck?! Piss off you little punk! Unless you want your ass to get a beating of a lifetime!
The unidentified boy grins.
Unidentified Boy: Slow down there. We hardly know each other.
Typhoon cracks his knuckles and so do his friends.
Typhoon: I’m Typhoon. What’s your name little bitch?
The unidentified boy shakes his head with his trademark smirk.
Unidentified Boy: You’re not worthy of saying or even knowing my name.
Typhoon: Then I guess I’ll have to beat you into telling it to me, bitch!
Typhoon and his friends start to move towards the man who stands still. The boy steps back with a smile.
Unidentified Boy: I’d love to see you try.
Typhoon and his friends try to rush towards the boy but they are stopped by the man. A fight begins. Typhoon and his friends all start punching the man, and it seems like the man is going down. But this impression lasts only for a moment as the man rises back up and throws a friend into a wall, the other through a table and heartpunches Typhoon to the ground. The man then starts a relentless stomp attack on the fallen wrestler. Blood is drawn. The boy watches and chuckles to himself at the sight of the bloodied wrestler.
A few minutes pass, which seem like a thousand to Typhoon, and the man stops the destruction. The boy approaches and puts a foot on the fallen, and broken, wrestler’s chest.
Unidentified Boy: I guess you’ll never know my name.
The boy starts to giggle when suddenly…
Unidentified Man: Mr. Farmer?
The boy turns around and see a staff member with a folder in hands. He looks kinda scared though. The boy sighs and motions to the man to keep going with the beating. The boy then goes to the staff member.
Corey Farmer: Do you know that you’ve just ruined a “moment”?
Staff Member: I’m sorry. But I have something to give you. It says ‘urgent’.
Corey Farmer: Urgent, eh? Well, let’s see what’s the rush then.
The staff member is shaking slightly. Farmer smirks.
Corey Farmer: Don’t be so nervous. I don’t like it when people are nervous around me. Unless when they are scared.
The staff member blushes slightly. Corey then grabs the folder and opens it. He gives it a quick read and a smile forms on his pretty face.
Corey Farmer: Logan!
The man doing the beating stops.
Corey Farmer: We’ve got things to do.
Corey grins and gives the staff member a peck on the cheek before walking off, followed by Logan.
Staff Member: Oh… Wow…
The staff member faints as Hysteria goes to commercial...