As B-17 celebrates inside the ring, his music blaring over the PA system, the One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio, rolls out of the ring, dropping to a knee with his right hand glued to his back near the rib line.

He coughs into his fist and glares around the ring-side area before taking a few deep blinks, his mind clinging to the last vestiges of consciousness. He has one word in his mind: Escape.

Bobby Minio: Wh-... where is it?

He’s looking side to side wildly, when a staff member at ring-side realizes what he is searching for, the Pride Championship.

They hustle over to the timekeeper’s table, then return to Minio holding the Pride title out towards him, which he promptly snatches from them before beginning to stumble away from the ring and up the ramp, the camera framed on the wobbling Minio with B-17 standing tall on the turnbuckle facing the crowd over Minio’s shoulder.

As Minio reaches the top of the ramp, he turns back to see B-17 still celebrating without paying any attention to his opponent making his exit. Minio’s face steels with disappointment and disgust before he turns and spits a foamy pink gob down onto the ramp.

He turns back away, wiping his lips as he realizes the last thing he wants to do is walk through this curtain and see the judgemental faces waiting for him.

He exits, stage left, and ducks through a production side exit, the camera still following in tow behind the stumbling, beaten man.

Bobby Minio: No, don’t you start now. The last thing I need to hear right now is the voices in my head talking tough. Just… leave me alone.

Something cuts deep again on Minio as he stops in his tracks, his grip on the Pride Championship tightens, his knuckles flushed white and tense, before he explodes, winging the Pride Championship at a nearby support beam for the stage, the two metals clanging together and reverberating up the length of the beam for an almost laser-sounding echo.

Minio storms away as the camera pulls in on the Pride Championship which sits face up. B-17’s music still playing in the background as the camera pulls the frame in tighter on the title.

After a moment, the sound of feet scurrying up get closer as the familiar hand of Bobby Minio reaches back into frame, grabbing the Pride Championship again and hustling off. The camera stays locked on the ground where it had sat as in the distance, Minio’s voice can be heard, though it is quiet.

Bobby Minio: I know, I’m sorry. I'll... I'll carry the weight now.

The OCW logo appears on the screen as the scene fades out.