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~Cut to the Masters of Mayhem's dressing room. Jon Lum, Worthy, and his wraiths are standing next to Jack Power, who is talking on his iPhone~
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Jack: "Yeah, I know you wanted to be here too. (pause) I'm sure he already knows. (pause) Well, I hope you feel better. (pause) I'll tell him."
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~Jack hangs up the phone~
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Worthy: "Who were you talking to?"
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Jack: "Morbid. He wanted to say how sorry he was that he couldn't make the show. He sprained his ankle during a training session and missed his flight. Oh, and Jon, he wanted me to tell you this..."
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~From out of nowhere, Jack pulls out a cream pie and hits Jon Lum in the face with it. Worthy and his wraiths are doubled over in laughter~
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Jon Lum: "That sounds like Morbid."
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Jack: "Well, Jon, good luck to you, and bring some gold into the family!"
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Jon: "If the system says it must be..."
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Jack: "Hey, Jon: Don't be a slave to the system. The whole idea is to enjoy what happens."
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~Jon wipes the cream pie off his face, coming off in one swipe, and smiles~
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Jon: "You're right. I'll get that gold!"
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~Jon leaves. Jack and Worthy wave. Jack looks at Worthy's wraiths~
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Jack (to wraiths): "Can you guys... hit the shower or something?"
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~The wraiths look at Worthy, confused. Worthy looks at Jack, who looks serious. Worthy looks back at the wraiths and nods. The wraiths shimmer into nothing~
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Jack: "Worthy, as you know, later on, I'm going to re-enter the House of Blood. It's a dangerous match in a dangerous place. Since I'm not one of the participants, my Creator will be just watching. Anything could happen."
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Worthy: "Okay, but what does this have to do with me?"
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Jack: "You were my first student. I have seen a change in you since I saved you from yourself all those seasons ago. I couldn't be prouder of you. ...which is why I must ask this of you."
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Worthy: "Oh, come on, Jack. You're talking like you're going to..."
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Jack (interrupting): "Should something happen to me in the House of Blood, I need you to lead the Masters of Mayhem in my absence."
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~Worthy stands there, dumbfounded~
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Jack: "Oh, come on; you know that any absence will be temporary unless I quit the game entirely, which is unlikely to happen. So I just need you to keep the band together until my triumphant return, should it become necessary."
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Worthy: "Oh, hell, I'm not worried. What could possibly happen to you? I mean, you've survived the first House of Blood, you've been tortured by a psychopath, you've stared down ol' Sent in the Thorns of Roses match! House of Blood II? I say, 'Bring it on!"
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Jack: "Just say that you'll take on the mantle if necessary! This is important for the plot!"
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Worthy: "Well, if it's important to the plot... okay, fine. In the unlikely event that something happens to you tonight, I 'll take the reins of the Masters of Mayhem. There, happy?"
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~Jack smiles, a bit sadly~
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Jack: "Ecstatic. Now, I have a dangerous match to referee! TO THE MAYEMMOBILE! (sheepishly) um, I mean limo. ...to my limo..."
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~Jack walks out of the room, deflated. Worthy watches him leave, confused. The wraiths re-emerge, looking at Worthy~
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Wraith 1: "You okay, boss?"
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Worthy: "What? Oh, yeah. Just felt something surreal. And I don't mean the normal surreal I'm used to."
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Wraith 2: "Aw, don't worry about it. Let's go raise hell!"
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Worthy: "Yeah (adopts a thoughtful expression) ...and I know just where to start. Come my wraiths! Let's make some noise!"
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~Worthy and his wraiths leave the locker room, slamming the door behind him~
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