The show comes back from a break with a shot of goold ol' JR and the King.

JR: King, I understand we have some footage from earlier today at the WWFG Corporate headquarters to air.

King: What's this, JR? We don't have a match coming up now?

JR: I guess not. Folks, lets take you to this footage of earlier today.

The feed switches to said footage, showing the WWFG World Heavyweight champion making his way through the headquarters offices to the one at the top. Drako stops at the desk of Cartwright's assistant, Holly, casually dropping a bag out of her immediately line of sight.

"Hello there, Holly. it's been a while."

Holly: Oh, Mr Damone, do you have an appointment with Cartwright today.

Drako smirks slightly. "Something like that. A bit of a last minute meeting. Is he in his office?"

Holly: Oh, no. He hasn't arrived yet. I'm sure he'll be here shortly if you don't mind waiting.

Drako nods. "Hey, don't let me keep you from taking a break. I'm sure you've been here a while. Go grab a coffee or something."

Holly looks unsure of this suggestion. "I really should wait here."

"Go on, take your break. It's not like I can get into his office because the only people with a key are you, the boss, and maybe the janitor. And I promise I'm not here to beat the boss up again. I just have a little gift for him. You might not want to be around when he opens it. He wouldn't want you to see him all misty eyed."

Holly thinks this over and finally agrees. "I'll be back soon then. Feel free to take a seat."

Drako watches her leave. "She's a really nice girl. I almost feel bad about this." The champion picks up the bag and unzips it, pulling out a sledgehammer he'd stored in it. "Time to deliver the present."

The champion walks up to the door and quickly swings the sledgehammer to break the doorknob off, then kicks the door in. Into the office he goes and whistles at the overly posh exterior.

"You know, this is nice. Look at all this leather and that desk. Oh, and the display with the title belts." Drako directs the camera man to span the office. "Hold on, wait a minute, is that the GWA world heavyweight belt in there? Let me just grab that real quick."

Drako walks up to the case and opens it, taking out the belt from his federation.

"Well, I can't let anything happen to this, even if it does have his name on it. I still made it. But let's see what else is in here. Oh, his version of the WWFG title. Some other belts no one cares about. Neat. Might want to stand back, kid."

Drako sets the GWA world heavyweight belt aside, then lifts the sledgehammer and shatters the glass case. Not content, he takes out the shelves and leaves the other belts in a pile of broken glass.

"Now, you may all be wondering why I'm recording this. Well, this you see, is payback for Cartwright being a little b***h. That lumberjack match followed by Bison. I see what you did there. But do you remember me telling you around Halloween that my title run is your worst nightmare? You can't say you weren't warned."

Stopping for the moment, Drako turns the sledgehammer on the title belts themselves, all but the one from GWA, shattering and cracking the plates with the sledgehammer. Of course, the champ isn't done, turning on the various tables in the sitting area of the office.

"You see, Cartwright, I know you. I know you're going to continue to do things to screw me over. I bet you'll screw over half the roster just to try to stick it to me. So, I figured if I'm screwed either way, I'm going to give as good as I get. And since I haven't been able to find you anywhere, including here, well, your office gets some redecorating."

Drako takes a couple of swings to appropriately crack the desk as well, and for good measure breaks the chairs around it took. Just for kicks, he adds a few holes in the walls too.

"So, I know you'll have something particularly devious cooked up for me at the Rumble, and that's cute. But guess what?"

The champ leans down into the wreckage of the title case he'd destroyed and picks up the heavily damaged version of Cartwright's old WWFG title.

"You'll never be able to get these originals back. It's going to cost you a fortune to get new replicas made. Oh, and by the way, fire your interior decorated. The leather on your office chair and the couches it totally fake. It's pleather."

Drako drops the wrecked belt and heads out of the door, then stops and looks at the nameplate on the door.

"Oh yeah, this is for my buddy Salem. He sends his regards."

The champ swings the sledgehammer and cracks the nameplate as well.

"Merry Christmas, you English jackass, and a happy new year too. I'll see you real soon."

The champ heads off with the sledgehammer swung over his shoulder and a smile on his face.