We join an exasperated Maxx backstage sitting outside of the doctor's office.

Maxx's face is covered in a light shade of pink from a mixture of blood and sweat and he holds an ice pack to his arm

Maxx: I f!#$ed up.

Maxx: Years of hard work and dedication gone.

Maxx: All because I got a little ahead of myself.

Maxx: Bloodthirsty if you will.

Maxx: I let him make it personal.

Maxx: I let it get to me.

The pack of ice starts slipping down his arm.

Maxx: But now's not the time for excuses.

Maxx: Growing up, I was always told not to throw stones and hide your hand...

Maxx: And over the past couple of months, I've thrown some pretty big stones.

Maxx: So here I am...

Maxx hikes the slipping ice pack back up his arm.

Maxx: Busted open and with a limp f!#$ing arm.

The scene slowly fades to black as Maxx looks angrily in the distance.

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