The Fire Department arrives quickly and douses the flames. Chaos reigns for a few moments. Fire dispatchers are able to get anyone or anything that was living inside out. They also remove the carcass of a dog, which by the looks, was already half dead anyway. The police take some names and then pack up to leave as the damage was minimal.

The fire chief takes his long journey home. He wipes the sweat off his brow as it is an unusually hot night, even for having just fought a fire. He is tired, as he went to almost five fires today alone. After the Fox facility fire mystery, he just couldn't muster the will to go to the last one. His eyes droop, his mind ecstatically rushing toward sleep. He barely sees the large vehicle in the road up ahead. He swerves off the road and into a tree.

MOments later he jumps back to consciousness and pulls himself out of the mangled car. He turns on the flashlight he carries with him everywhere and shines it on the vehicle still parked on the road like a dragon brooding in darkness. He recognizes it as the Monster, the behemoth truck belonging to his favorite wrestler, Ichabod. He goes to look in the truck and check to see if maybe ichabod is hurt. He looks all around the cab, but it is empty. As he steps down, he turns and is met with a .90 pistol. The man behind the pistol is Ichabod.

You made a mistake today, chief. You interfered with my plans.Now you, like Arctic Fox, must pay.

But its my job! Hey man I am your biggest fan! Wait? YOu set the fire?? But why?

You couldn't possibly understand. I came here for one reason, and that is to find Justin Payne and put him in his place. This Arctic Fox has taken upon himself to embarass, harass, and underestimate me. He misconstrues all my words, and considers himself well above my level. I will prove him wrong. I will do my deeds, and then on tuesday, he will be like an insect crawling on my world's surface. And i will swat him away like the pathetic gnat that he is. As a rookie, he makes the mistake of underestimating his opponents, being overconfident and insulting those that would destroy him. You are an example. Sorry, choad.

The chief begins to quiver and hits his knees. He blubbers at Ichabod's knees. He wraps his arms around Ichabod's legs and begs for his life. Ichabod is trembling with anger, and he begins to pull the gun back. But the little man clingin to his leg just pisses him off more. He shoves the gun in the man's face.

Shutup, shutup, SHUTUP!!!

But the man will not stop crying. Ichabod loses it and screams out into the night as he fires all the rounds of the gun into the chief.