[The scene starts in the living room of an apartment that Desolation and Agony share in Detroit, Michigan. Being that Desolation's matches against the Chuckster and Shaman are in Milwaukee, they decided to make a short trip back home. It adds about 10 hours of traveling time by stopping over in Michigan (since the last show was in Las Vegas) but it's worth it to be able to sleep in their own beds for a few nights. The lights in the living room are all turned off, but the rising early morning sun lights the room adequately. Desolation is sitting on the sofa. In front of him is a coffee table, dinged up from decades of normal wear and tear. Behind the sofa is the kitchen complete with a countertop, refrigerator and cabinets. The kitchen and living room are connected as one big room, but there are other rooms, including two bedrooms near the kitchen, whose doors are now closed. Desolation is seated on the sofa, holding a paper sack. He begins to pull items out of the bag and begins to speak]

Desolation: Curses. Real or fake? Ask a Chicago Cubs or Boston Red Sox fan and they would most certainly say real. Can a string of bad luck really be caused a mystical force called luck? Or by a trivial act like crossing paths with a black cat or shattering a mirror?

[Desolation pulls a horseshoe from the bag and places it on the table]

Desolation: And can such a fate be reversed by a simple charm or talisman?

[Desolation pulls a rabbit's foot from the bag and places it on the table]

Desolation: Many cultures have a rich history of curses and the like. In 17th century America, witches were believed to be the cause of all things evil. If a member of your family fell ill, it had to have been the work of Satan. The colonists became so stricken with fear that anybody accused of witchcraft were burned at the stake. Many innocent souls parished this way. The cause is simple: fear.

[Desolation pulls a four leaf clover from the bag, holds it up to his face, twirls it around with his fingers, and then places it on the table]

Desolation: Fear of fate. Fear of tragedy. Fear of losing.

[Desolation pulls an amulet in the shape of a blue moon from the bag and places it on the table]

Desolation: One setback turns into another. That setback spawns a string of failures. Those losses become contagious and the people around begin to fall victim to the same fate.

[One of the doors in the background, near the kitchen, opens as Desolation continues to talk]

Desolation: I don't intend to fall into a similar cycle of failure. I won't let one loss blind me from my ultimate goal. I'm not hexed or cursed. I'm not a loser.

[Agony enters the room from the open door in the background. Clad in only a pair of tight briefs, turned beige from aging, Agony walks over to the kitchen counter. He pulls out a box of Frosted Flakes and spills the contents into a bowl. He opens the refrigerator, opens a gallon of milk, smells it, and covers his cereal in the liquid. He grabs a spoon, the bowl, and the entire jug of milk, and walks towards the sofa]

Desolation: I don't believe in bad luck. But, I'm sure you do, Shaman and Chuckster. Why else would you two, as close friends as you are, end up in a round-robin together. Why else would you be put in the same ring as Desolation? Bad luck. It has to be.

[Agony is now standing beside the couch. Desolation stops speaking and looks up at his brother]

Agony [through a mouthful of cereal]: Whatcha doin'?

Desolation: An interview for WWA.

Agony: Clovers, horseshoes, and blue moons. [Irish accent] Where's me pot of gold and red balloons? Seriously, if you wanted Lucky Charms, I coulda went to the store and bought you some.

Desolation: There just props.

Agony: Oh. Well, I'm goin' to watch cartoons if you don't mind.

[Agony crosses in front of the camera. His underwear are so worn that you can see his posterior through the nearly see-through garmet. He takes a seat beside before Desolation and flips the TVs dial to 'ON'.]

Desolation: As I was saying, it has be bad luck. That's the only way you two could've been unfortunate enough...

Agony: AHA HA HA HA!!! AHA HA HA HA!!! THAT SCOOBY-DOO! WHAT'LL HE DO NEXT? HA HA HA!!!

[Desolation looks over at his brother and sneers at him for interrupting]

Agony: Sorry.

Desolation: As I was saying. That's the only way you two...

[Agony burps with ground shaking force. Desolation looks over at him again. Agony scratches his crotch with his spoon and then continues to eat his cereal]

Agony [through a cereal filled mouth]: What?

Desolation: Do you mind?

Agony: Please, by all means, continue.

[Desolation continues to look over at his brother in disgust. Holding the jug of milk vertically over his mouth, Agony starts chugging the liquid. Excess milk runs out of his mouth and down his bare chest. It drips into his cereal bowl, which is sitting in his lap]

Desolation: I would continue, but you and that freakin' cartoon dog on the TV won't keep the noise down!

[Agony isn't paying any attention to what Desolation is saying. He puts down the jug of milk and starts looking for something]

Agony: Where'd my spoon go?

[He reaches between his legs and underneath himself and grabs the spoon. He had been sitting on it. He continues to eat his cereal]

Desolation: That's it! This interview is over!

[Desolation flips the coffee table over, knocking the camera to the floor. The screen goes black, but you can still here voices from the room]

Agony [Irish accent]: I hope you're not after me Lucky Charms!