We return from commercial to the sound of fist against metal rings through the locker room of KING. Cory Kensington and Jamaal Ingram, wearing jeans and white shirts, look on with concern of Rose. Her eyes are closed, her chest heaving, and her fist crashing against the side of a metal locker. Cory inches over towards her, looking back at Jamaal and Shawn, concerned to say the least.
Cory Kensington: …Rose?
She ignore him. Instead, she continues to, almost methodically, continue to thrust her fist forward.
CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!
Jamaal Ingram: Oi, Rose!
Jamaal, seemingly agitated, sits down on the bench.
Jamaal Ingram: We get it, you can punch a locker. That’s not going to help you in your upcoming match.
Rose tunes him out and increases the intensity and velocity of her strikes. As the men look at her, she is seething, breathing heavily through her nose. Sweat builds on her brow and there is clear pain on her face as she bashes her hand into the locker.
Cory wraps her arms around Rose, hoping to stop her. She instead turns into him and begins thrashing against, her fists barrelling down onto the chest of her stablemate.
Jamaal Ingram: Oi! Calm it down!
Jamaal springs up and helps restrain the Hall of Fame daughter.
Cory Kensington: Open your eyes, Rose. Come back to us.
Her chest continues to heave before she opens her eyes; they look possessed.
Rose: Hands. Off. Me. Now.
Jamaal and Cory quickly do as she orders.
Rose: Go to the hospital. Be with David. I’ll be there as soon as I square away Sage and take care of our other enemies.
Jamaal Ingram: You don’t want us with you? Max and Pleasant, they outnumber you.
Rose: I don’t care.
She marches towards the locker room door, ignoring Shawn in the process. She looks back at her stablemates.
Rose: Gloves off.
Rose then exits the room, leaving the three men to themselves as we cut elsewhere.