BURNT ENDS

Here, from Adam Ellis, we go to another backstage area once again. The wreckage from Ivan Stanislav’s most recent foray into property damage (RIP Lindsay Troy’s Desk, 2022-2023, you didn’t live long but boy howdy how you lived!) is known. Seen. But it’s not inside The Queen of the Ring’s office garnering focus.

A large figure. It’s Brandon Youngblood, opening the door and walking from within, who falls under the gaze of the camera lens. His fingertips brush against the front of his shirt; white, with an orange ripped in half, the point of his diamond logo smashing through one of the separated pieces, a glass underneath it being filled with juice. “Freshly Squeezed Inhuman Being” appears in red gelato script. 

You can buy it now, at the PRIMEporium.

Ever the gentleman, he closes the door before cracking his knuckles, his trademark intense glare remaining etched as he begins to walk away. The further along he walks, the more the facade ebbs away.

Stoic no more. The smirk comes from confidence. In knowing. Wonder what that could mean?

We then cut to ringside.