The arena goes dark near the end of the show, the titantron lights up as well, showing the GM in his office at his chair. He honestly looked like he was recovering from a hangover. His tie was undone and his hair was ruffled up.

"Attention lackeys, this is a message from your general manager. Now, I know most, if not all, of you have noticed the recent attacks on your new general manager tonight. Well, if you think for one damn second that I am just going to lie down and let you peons walk all over me, you're wroooong. From this point further, any attempt made to physically assault and/or damage me in any way will result in immediate expulsion from the building and suspension without pay, do I make myself clear? No? Well, why don't you ask your friendly neighborhood demon how it turned out for him."

The screen fades to black but then slowly fades back to color, showing several security personal and two police officers arresting The Number Three, cuffing him, reading him his rights and placing him in the back of a squad car.

"...If you try any of that 'magic, presto' escape bullsh#$, we will use necessary force." one of the officers said as they shut the doors and prepared to take the circus freak away.

The screen faded again before showing the GM once more.

"Don't screw with me or I will bury all of you losers." The screen then went back to the WWFG logo.