It's his birthday, everyone is invited, there's cake, only one problem... nobody has shown up. Well, T-World did, but quite by "accident".

JC is in the ring, impatiently awaiting his guests to arrive, phoning them all to see what's up, when T-World barges in, simply to mock the solitary Extreme. JC decides to get his party started his way. After all, what better birthday present could a monster heel ask for than a muscle boy jobber in tight pink trunks. Granted JC had to expose those trunks but they were there all the same. T-World wasn't expecting today was a 30 minute beat down. When all is said and done he is left flat out after a triple tombstone, pedigree finish with cake all over his face.