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"Now that" Cyrus pulls a slip of paper out of his suit. "is precisely why I'm here. This is what I was sent while I was out on injury... an unemployment form valid in the United Kingdom. Now that's not very nice, amigo!" Dropping the form he reached into his pocket once more. "Now this, you probably haven't read. You see, this is a letter from the board of directors, World Wrestling Federation, in regards to your little breach of my established 20 year, multi-million dollar contract with the company. So, along with a heartfelt apology, I am granted the final decision to terminate your position upon my discretion. Of course, you're welcome to read it, my friend." He holds the letter out. "A lot of useful information in that!"

The Lion glanced around the ring at the security closing in. "I don't know what's funnier: you believeing your out of country form has any power, you thinking this is some kind of bluff or that your glorified budget rent-a-cops actually stand a chance against the Untamed Lion." He began removing his blazer, preparing for the fight as a few security guards entered the ring. "Just remember Cart, I gave you a chance to make this right." Without another word, Cyrus unleashed hell on his pursuers! He nearly kicked the first one's head off with the Lion's Fury! Turning, he downed the next with a running kitchen sink! Within seconds, the ring was littered with Cart's security.

The Lion smirked and gave a slight nod when Cart entered the ring. "It's unfortunate that for the first time in four years that we were one on one in ring would be under these circumstances. But then again..." Cyrus pulled out a second cigar from his pant pocket. Rushing in from behind, a familiar bearded stage hand would attempt to drive a camera into the back of the boss's head!

"Go ahead and tenderize him a little bit boys, I'm not quite ready yet." Cyrus spoke through his gritted teeth as he searched his jacket pocket for his cigar lighter. A second, larger bearded man stepped into the ring and the two began to stomp and kick at the Englishman!

Lighting his cigar the Lion finally spoke up again, talking down to Cart's body. "Now then, what the hell is wrong with you, you silly English ********?! You canceled the Rumble for this garbage, you've got Miranda running around here hopped up on some kind of drug, you're rehiring Salem of all people, and worst of all you're sending the most decorated wrestler in the WWF a dear John letter?!" He pointed down at Cartwright and spoke to the bearded men, who were clearly Raz and Axel in disguise. "Pick up that son of a b***h, I want him to look at me when I'm talking to him, dammit!"

Looking into Cart's unconscious face, the Lion continued to speak. "You think this is some kind of game?! You don't get to make the rules of your position... because all you are is a glorified television host with a fancy title. Money and power run things around here, that's the way it's always worked!" Cyrus shook his head. "I don't enjoy doing this to you Cartwright, but I need to make sure this company, my company is left in the right hands."

"Then we come to the personal shots. You strip my family members of their championships, try to fire them, refuse to give my sister a match, try to send me a ******** British unemployment form! This Pay-Per-View should have had plenty of Leone competitors, instead you've got Salem Croft of all people fighting Drako and Tiger Hat fighting Bad Boy. It's boring!"

The Lion slipped out of the ring immediately ducking under the apron to retrieve a strategically placed duffel bag, courtesy of Cyrus' helpers. "No Women's division, no tag team division, no mid-card division, no hardcore division; that sounds like very bad business! You've got the second rate dragon that no one gives a ******** about carrying the company title and no competition to boot! That's alright, I'll build this company back up with the very belt I took from his big brother!" Cyrus unzipped the duffel bag to reveal the retired World Heavyweight Championship he won at WrestleMania 2008!

"Take a look at this belt." He held up the belt, this time speaking to the audience. "This belt is a perfect example of greatness! This represents a time when the WWF was the king of promotions, when power ran the company, and not some English nutter with his dragon sidekick!" With that, Cyrus boot Cart in the chest, kicking him onto his back. "This company will return to greatness, and it's up to me to lead it into its next generation!" He slung the belt across Cart's chest. "Here, make yourself useful." Axel held out a can of spray paint which Cyrus immediately used to spray paint the word Power across the center plate.

"This is the is no longer just the WWF, ladies and gentleman, this is Power!" The Lion now stood over Cart, holding the championship high over his head. "And I am it's real champion!" The Lion set the belt over his shoulder and stepped over to retrieve his hat. "Now take care of that waste of space, I believe there's a perfectly good dumpster around back!"