Hallway leading to Ron's office. The Ps watch Tom pass through the door, then follow behind him. Prue kicks the door open. The office is empty. Piper has "a bad feeling about this." Cut to the Elevator Of Doom zooming downwards to nether regions now known. The doors open, and the jock steps into the Perlman Academy of Demonic Arts and Crafts. The set-up is medieval-dungeon-like, with stone walls and flaming torches. And a big wrestling ring in the middle. Oy. A couple of enforcers escort the jock over to Ron, who's lecturing a small group on disposing bodies or something. Tom interrupts to tells Ron that, while he didn't kill Claudia, he can provide Ron with "three witches." Ron, apparently having missed The Source's memo on the Charmed Ones, could care less. He excoriates the jock for missing the deadline, adding that he can smell Tom's resurgent humanity. Ron tells the jock he needs "a refresher course." The lights above the ring flash on, and the enforcers drag Tom to the opposite side.
Up in the office, Piper toys with a soccer ball and correctly guesses that Ron poses as a human manager to ensnare wayward athletes. Insert your own National Football League reference here. There are so many to choose from. ["I'll take 'Rae Carruth' for $200, Alex." -- Sars] Prue suggests that Phoebe rework her lost-and-found spell to figure out how the jock got out of the office unnoticed. Phoebe complies: "Show me the path that I cannot find to save Tom and restore Prue's peace of mind." The elevator doors morph open on the wall. Prue: "Way to go, Pheebs." The three head to the elevator as we cut to this evening's guest "entertainment." I don't follow World Championship Wrestling, and I had to go back to the promo to get the guys' names right, so don't expect my take on the wrestling sequences to be terribly descriptive. The enforcers toss Tom up against the ropes on the outside of the ring. Ron wants him to see what's about to happen. Thin Lips from all those many scenes ago is in the ring with "Slammer." I'm sure Slammer will forgive me for saying this, but Slammer looks like a cheap porn star. Slammer is also about twice the size of Thin Lips, which makes me think the sport Thin Lips specialized in prior to his demonic recruitment was table tennis. Slammer pounds Thin Lips. The phrase "You want your mama?" is deployed. Slammer tosses Thin Lips onto his back on the mat. Cut to the Elevator Of Doom. The Ps enter and banter about dying. The doors close, and the Elevator Of Doom zooms downwards to nether regions now known as the sisters scream. The doors open to reveal the mildly-amusing tableau of the Ps staggering against each other from the shock of the ride. They enter the Perlman Academy of Demonic Arts and Crafts and watch Slammer slamming Thin Lips. No, not like that. Slammer pins Thin Lips, and a flaming portal to Hell opens up on the mat. Overhead shot of Slammer grinding his groin into Thin Lips's torso as Thin Lips flails futilely beneath him. Tom looks worried. The sisters gaze in horror as Thin Lips falls screaming into the Hellmouth, which seals itself after devouring him. Ron screams, "Next!" and the enforcers push Tom into the ring. Slammer flaps his hand all "bring it on" as the Ps gape and we cut to commercial.