{{The Ripper is in his makeshift wrestling ring outside his abandoned warehouse in the heart of Sioux City, Iowa. As Ripper practices basic wrestling skills on a tackling dummy he has set up in the middle of the ring, Josh sits on a lounge chair about 15 feet away under the shade of a tree, as a radio plays Judas Priest's "Living After Midnight."}}

Josh: So why is the FBI running around?

Ripper: They think the IOA is corrupt.

Josh: Who do you think may have tipped them off?

Ripper: I don't know, and I don't care...but quite frankly, it's sent Mike Van Pro and Greg Johnson into a frenzy, and I have a feeling that things might not be the same after this.

{{A black 1999 Lincoln Continental stops around 30 yards from the makeshift ring. Ripper and Josh look on as two FBI agents step out of the car.}}

Ripper: Oh, great! Here we go again!

{{The two agents walk up to the ring, and flash their badges.}}

Agent 1: Mr. Tim Tipton?

Ripper: Call me "Ripper."

Agent 2: Ripper, I'm Agent Edward Burroughs, and this is Agent Kerry Powell. We're here to ask you some questions.

Ripper: Look. I've already spoken to that other guy, Mark Hoover.

Powell: Yes, but we're here to get a little bit more in-depth.

Ripper: Okay, then. (jumps outs of the ring) Ask away.

Burroughs: Have you ever witnessed any of the wrestlers of the IOA taking payoffs from either Mike Van Pro or Greg Johnson?

Ripper: No.

Burroughs: Have you taken any payoffs from either Mike Van Pro or Greg Johnson?

Josh: Dude, we live in a run-down warehouse with no electricity, no running water, and we don't even have any food.

Ripper: We don't even have a refrigerator!

Powell: Why don't you have a refrigerator?

Ripper: Because we don't have any electricity!

Burroughs: Well...the FBI is willing to make your life just a little bit easier. We'd like for you to come forward about anything in the IOA that may seem corrupt. If you do this, the FBI will pay for electricity and water, buy you 3 month's worth of groceries, and we'll even give you a refrigerator.

Josh: How about cable and one of those High-Definition televisions?

Powell: Well, I'm sure the FBI can spring for that.

Josh: I saw Mike Van Pro payoff someone. Now give me a TV.

Ripper: Josh!

Josh: Okay, I'm lying...but give me a TV.

Burroughs: Josh, it's a federal offense to lie to a federal agent.

Josh: Uh...my name isn't Josh. My name is Habeeb. I work at the DMV.

Powell: (under his breath) Stupid kid.

Ripper: Hey, Powell! I heard that!

Burroughs: Powell, keep it to yourself. (to Ripper) We can't accept Josh's testimony anyway, because he isn't under contract with the IOA. Ripper, with all that we've offered you, you must give us your testimony. Either that, or we will condemn the warehouse.

{{With that, Ripper sees the serious looks on the faces of both agents. He turns to look at Josh, who now has a saddened and surprised look on his face.}}

Ripper: I'll tell you all I know.

Powell: (pulling out a pad of paper) Excellent.

Burroughs: Go ahead.

Ripper: Well, I've seen a lot of things backstage and at IOA Headquarters.

Burroughs: Like what?

Ripper: The true, pure-blooded American business. Two men turned a small organization into a global incorporation. I've seen a lot of things, gentlemen...and it all boils down into one thing: the growth of the IOA into the biggest thing in the world.

Powell: Well, you know the FBI's policy. If it's a big business, it's doing something wrong. Just look at Microsoft and Enron.

Ripper: That goes for the FBI, too. Aren't you guys the biggest organization in the United States?

Burroughs: Well...yes, we are.

Ripper: What you're doing to the IOA is wrong! Now, believe me, gentlemen, nothing is corrupt about the IOA. At Heat Wave, I'll have someone else working alongside me to work against your crusade to stop this investigation.

Powell: Ripper, we're the federal government, and you're the key to this investigation!

Ripper: I'm the key to this investigation because you thought that I would give in and lie, just so you can make my life a little easier. Granted, I would like to have a refrigerator and a television...but I am not going to sell myself out for the federal government against a company that took me in off the streets, gave me a job to do, and gives me a paycheck every week. So to you I say good day, gentlemen!

Burroughs: You haven't heard the last of us, Ripper! We're...

Ripper: (interrupting) I said good day, gentlemen!

{{With that, the two FBI agents get back into their car and pull out.}}

Josh: Are you an idiot?! We could have had a TV and a refrigerator!

Ripper: The one thing I'm worried about now is Earl and defeating him to go on and win the Pacific Championship! Once I do that, then I'll worry about getting a TV and refrigerator.

Josh: So who's your partner going to be?

Ripper: I can't tell you. Just watch "Heat Wave" over at Tex's and you'll find out. You'll see me with my new partner, and you'll see me pound Earl into the ground and go on to End Game to win the IOA Pacific Championship!

{{The scene cuts to inside the agents' Lincoln Continental as Powell drives.}}

Powell: What are we going to do about this?

Burroughs: I have an idea.

{{Burroughs picks up a cell phone and dials.}}

Burroughs: (into phone) Get me Mark Hoover. (pause) Hoover, it's Burroughs. Our friend Tim Tipton couldn't crack. It looks like we'll have to make a cameo appearance at Heat Wave.

{{The camera fades to black...}}