On a monitor backstage, Hayes Hanlon and Ivan Stanislav continue to batter each other throughout the Freeman Arena.
Panning out, the monitor is watched closely by the sharp blue eyes of PRIME’s Resident Bad Dog.
A pop from the crowd goes unheard, as Wade curls his lips behind his grayed beard, shaking his head, arms crossed.
Wade Elliott: Amateurs…
A door behind busts open, forcing Wade to turn his head. PRIME’s Head of Security, Dametreyus, stands with a hand on the door frame, his usual calm demeanor replaced by exhaustion and concern.
Dametreyus: Boss, there’s a good chance we gonna have a problem.
Wade Elliott: I ain’t yer boss, Dam.
Dametreyus: Ya know what I mean! Listen, I can handle three or four of em’, but Big Red is a problem.
You can’t see it, but Ol’ Wade is having flashbacks to a hellacious battle with 7’2” monster known as Hessian. A battle for the ages that nearly killed them both.
Wade Elliott: I’ve seen worse…
Dametreyus: Wade. C’mon, man. There’s a damn good chance this mess’ll spill into the ring soon…
Wade Elliott: ALRIGHT I’M COMIN’, GOD-DAMNIT! But it’s YER ass when Lindsay puts me in the god-damn dog house fer whippin’ everyone’s ass!
Dametreyus can’t help but chuckle as the surly Blue Collar Brawler brushes past his enormous frame, taking a right turn and marching away down the hall, full of piss and vinegar…
…but not before turning back and pointing a rigid figure at the Head of Security.
Wade Elliott: AND I WANT MY GOD-DAMN MUSIC!
We then cut to ringside.