(CUTTO: The CSWA Auditorium Presidential Suite, swept clear of anything Merritt-related. Current CSWA Commissioner Stephen Thomas sits in an executive leather chair, while former wrestler (and former America's favorite old fart before we found out he's really an evil, sick bastard) Mickey Benedict sits beside him holding an imaginary leash.)

THOMAS: I thought you said this was a sure thing?

BENEDICT: Don't get impatient, Stephen. You know the best is yet to come.

THOMAS: Assuming you set it up right.

BENEDICT: Set it up right? Me… the man who ran a con more elaborate than Winter's Warriors VI, more shocking than "CS Enterprises quits," more entertaining than Teri Melton's pregnancy?

THOMAS: We've got to get out from under his contract, one way or another.

BENEDICT: It's all in the plan. Just sit back and eat your pretzels.

THOMAS: (eating a pretzel) These pretzels… are making me thirsty! (beat) He’s here then?

BENEDICT: A doubting Thomas. You never had a problem with allowing Merritt to be the brains. Why me?

THOMAS: With you I work under the assumption you’re sharing with a mystery host. Answer me question, Benedict.

BENEDICT: The guest of honor is here.

THOMAS: (surprised) Didn’t think you could pull it off?

BENEDICT: Every man has his price. With him, it was a matter of making a lucrative bid.

THOMAS: Then we end the show with him. (presses a button on the desk intercom) Teri, let Melton and Southern know they’ve been bumped. Paul’s the Main Event now.

BENEDICT: Good boy.