Somewhere, beyond the clouds...
Everyone’s gathered by the gate and the welcoming party for Dusty Rhodes has finally ended. People are exhausted, worn out, preparing to sleep for the evening and hope that their hangovers don’t last too long.
God gives Dusty a firm handshake. “You know Dusty, they were right. You do put on one heck of a party!” Dusty smiles big. “Well, the guest list was pretty big, but all my buddies are here! It’s just a good thing HE didn’t show up…”
God nods, knowing exactly who Dusty is referencing. “Oh yeah, things may have gotten a little out of ha-….”
God trails off as his expression drops. Dusty has a look of concern. They hear a faint sound getting louder as they turn toward the gates of Heaven, which were starting to whirr…
…the sound became more defined…
The gates creak open…
…and ominous figure starts to prance through the smoke.
The bagpipes get louder.
The silhouette of a long-haired lunatic extends his arms to his sides and gives a hearty yell as his kilt flows in the wind.
Dusty’s jaw drops. Everyone starts to stir and some wake up, cowering in fear. The British Bulldog groans. Mr. Perfect grins. Dusty can only shake his head.
God himself looks terrified as he finally speaks….