Mario came back to his mansion, Gretzky in his arms. He settled Wayne down to a prestigious dinner of $20k merlot from his $30k+ wine cellar, and a thick, juicy flat iron steak. It was not a beef steak, judging from the medium-well taste for a well-done steak.
"Mmm. What's the steak?", asked Wayne.
Mario looked him straight in the eyes from across the carved oak table.
"Ovechkin", Mario answered. "Pure, free-range, elimination-harvested Ovechkin."
Wayne was shocked. He immediately stopped chewing the piece of Ovi steak currently in his mouth, swallowed it, and looked down at the impeccable cut of Capital on the white platter.
How?,he thought.
"How did this come from Ovi, exactly?" he shakily asked.
Mario answered:
"Don't believe me?" He picked up an ax, with the head, ironically colored yellow where the red part was supposed to be, and the rest black.
"Come with me." He took Wayne into a shed-like room that was set apart from the wine cellar.
"Come in", he licked his lips. "Prime Rib.", he whispered.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing."
Open the door went. On the light went. There it was: an Ovechkin carcass, hanging by the ceiling with a rope wrapped around his ankles, and on a sturdy pole to hang it. Mario took his ax, slammed it right into the gut, and Wayne nearly threw up at the sight of the streams of blood trickling down his chest and onto the floor. Next came a hand saw, which Mario used to trim off Ovi's limbs. His ribs were pulled out of Ovi's back, and set in white butcher paper, just as the limbs were.
Mario, now with a blood-stained ax and black tux, turned to face Wayne with a horror-movie look.
"Wayne, want to join me for dinner again?"
Wayne tried to leave the room, but the door behind him was... locked!
Mario raised his ax, cornering Wayne. Frantically pounding at the door to get out, he suddenly felt a sharp pain of a blade cutting parallel to his spine.
"AAAAAAAAAAGGGGHH!"
Then, in his skull.
"THE PAIN! IT'S TOOOO MUUCH!"
Wayne fell to the cold, hard cellar floor, weak. Just feeling his heartbeat slow down by the second. Before he knew it, The Great One faded away.
"You win, Mario. You..win..."