Cort and Jehst stand in their assigned locker room for the night as Jehst prepares for his match with Leo Grimm, wrapping his hands and wrists with tape.

Cort: Just remember not to go toe to toe in a strength battle with this guy--I know you consider yourself “Hollywood Muscle,” but this guy’s a genetic freak as well as a mental one. Stick to your guns, outmaneuver him… or use that bat of yours.

He turns to the camera.

Cort: Not that I am, of course, advocating breaking the rules of this great company and associated legal partners. But it is a hardcore match, so you probably won’t go to jail!

He throws a quick fingerguns.

Jehst stays focused, continuing to wrap his hands. From off screen we hear a knock, and in walks Terra Daturas.

Terra: Hello, Mr. Jehst, Mr. Marshall.

Jehst: Terra...It’s been a while. How you holding up?

Terra: I am okay... I just want to find Elsa.

Jehst: That’s what tonight’s all about. I’m gonna beat the location out of him…

He finishes the wrap and pulls the tape tight.

Cort: We’ve all got your back, Jehst.

Justin throws his leather jacket on and grabs his bat from the corner. He approaches Terra and gives her a hug.

Jehst: We’ll find her…

He releases and gives Terra a firm look of confidence. She nods.

Jehst looks over to Cort and the two lock hands in an Arnie/Weathers Predator handshake.

Cort: You go out there and give that freak what he deserves. I didn’t do so well so now you’re representin’ the team, all right?

Jehst: Trust me, I’m risking it all tonight…

He looks over to Terra, then back to Cort before sliding his white sunglasses on and walking out of the locker room. The two others watch him leave before the scene fades to black.