Chromeboy, Casey Jones, and Phoebe are standing backstage looking at a show card in their locker room. Chrome reads out loud, "Casey Jones vs Chromeboy... in an Ambulance match... what in my dear name is an Ambulance match?"

Jones thinks about it a second before pointing his finger upwards with a thought, "Oh, I know! We take two ambulances, one for each of us, and then we play a game of chicken. First one to flinch loses."

Chrome looks at Jones like hes an idiot, "I don't think thats it. Then it would be an Ambulance derby. Not a match."

"Oh... well then I havn't a clue." Jones says.

"Hmmm" Chrome scratched his head, "Ambulance match, ambulance, ambulance, ammm-buuu-lance..."

"Stop saying ambulance!" Jones screamed.

"Um, ok...so, uh what are we supposed to do in the ambu..um, I mean the emergency response vehicle match?" Chrome questioned.

They both stand there thinking. Chome comes up with a guess, "Well if a ladder match is where we have to climb a ladder... maybe we have to... climb an ambulance?"

"Thats stupid!" Jones shouts at Chrome.

Chrome shouts back at him, "I know it's stupid! But its still less stupider then your guess... you oxy-moron!"

Jones points his finger in Chrome's face, "Well whatever we do with it.. I'm going to make sure I back it up over your head and squish it like a melon!"

"Well I'm going to slam your head through every window on the damn thing!" Chrome counters.

"I'm going to to take broken glass and slit your throat!" Jones snaps.

"I'm going to pull out a gun and shoot you in the face multiple times!" Chrome yells.

"That dosen't even have anything to do with an ambulance!" Jones shouts.

"I know! But I'm going to do it anyways!"

"Fine!" Jones says before he turns and leaves via the door.

"Fine!" Chrome shouts and he himself then turns to walk away only to realize he left the wrong way into a closet. He then exits the closet and leaves through the correct door, leaving Phoebe standing there. She removes some earplugs from her ears and sighs, "I think zhat I am finally getting used to this...."

Phoebe fails to notice the shadow slipping into the locker room and creep up to the board, a paper gets stuck just below the roster. She does notice the person as he stands back to admire his handywork

Phoebe: And vhot are zyou doing?

Daemon Lupo turns to face her

Daemon Lupo: Oh just clarifying something for your uhm whatever they are to you

Daemon Lupo smiles and leave the locker room, Phoebe gets up and walk to the board, she starts to read the added paper, the camera zooms in.

The paper reads: Ambulance match: (def) An ambulance match is where an ambulance is parked next to the ramp, with a stretcher outside the ambulance doors. The object of the match is for idiot number one to hit idiot number two hard enough so that idiot number one can load idiot number two onto a stretcher and into the ambulance and then drive the ambulance into the backstage area, that will make idiot number one the winner

Simply put: Hit your oponent until you can load him into the back of the ambulance.

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