[ The tron set over the old scoreboard flickers a bit, then the letters
W...
appear in succession, and what appears to be two limos can be seen pulling up to the stadium parking area... The fans have seen the invasion angle done to death, so they're not fully peaked, but the odds are that by the end of the night, they will be...
We cut to Johnson shoving a weeks worth of paperwork off his desk, and he's on his phone with security, spitting into the mouthpiece... ]
"Big" Ed Johnson: Look, you don't let ANY of those guys in here, PERIOD... It's a HUGE night for us, And I'll be Damnned if I'm going to watch these assholes from the WOC come in here and ruin MY show for a little publicity... Hell, I'm not even sure who's runnin that crapfest anymore... Now remember what I said... No-one gets in, PERIOD...
[ He tosses the phone across the coaches office, and flops back into his chair, looking up to the sky... ]
"Big" Ed Johnson: Why Me? Why Me God?
[ The scene fades to commercial... ]
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