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Provided that any of you can still move after your Thanksgiving Day bounty, find the nearest line and cross it! Just don’t step on me.

Find a line, peoples, cuz it’s time to cross it!

We open with bizarre audio technical difficulties that make it sound as if, in addition to heavy static, everyone in the Front Line locker room has the voice of Invader Zim. The problem is corrected before Brother Ray gets too far into his troop-rallying promo, however. He tells the assemblage of Front Liners that they need to now stand up for themselves, and that the Main Event Mafia represents everything that they don’t want to become. The new revolution is starting tonight, and they need to do it for themselves, for the business, and for the people (the fans, one presumes) who pay their checks. Everyone is pumped and leaves the locker room with victory on the brain!

Hey, just wanted to chime in and give some thoughts and the world as I see it.