The Ref Bump

Bonus Material

The camera cut backstage and found Trey Vincent once again. He was roaming a hallway.

"Come here tough guy."

He was chasing somebody. Just up ahead, where the hallway turned to the right, was a brief shot of a man in black pants and a black and white striped shirt. He was out of sight in a flash.

Vincent banged the bat against the wall as he walked calmly toward the bend. The crack of aluminum on concrete echoed throughout the hallway dully.

Up ahead, there was a thud. Then the sound of a pipe hitting the floor. Vincent turned around to look at the camera.

"Oh, my. It sounds like somebody has been attacked around the corner. I wonder what could have happened," he said sarcastically and sadistically at the same time.

The camera started to move, but Vincent pulled the cameraman back.

"Not yet. You know what? You're my alibi. I didn't touch the little bitch. Just remember that."

Vincent walked back the way he had just come. The cameraman went to see what happened. After the cameraman turned the corner, he found the shape of a man, flat on his back on the floor. Eyes closed, arms flailed out at his side and legs bent together to the right.

It was a jOlt referee.

The official referee of the jOlt International Title match from Unwanted.

And blood was gushing from his forehead. A pipe rested feet from his unconscious body. No attacker in sight.

"No one fucks with me," Vincent suddenly yelled cheerily from way down the hallway.

And the show went elsewhere.

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