We are in Las Vegas now. Valkyrie and Cheryl Stixx can be seen sitting at the XS Nightclub, inside of the luxurious Wynn.
Waiter: So, what can I get you?
Cheryl: For me, a Ono Champagne cocktail, please.
Valkyrie: I’d have a glass of water. Still, not sparkling.
Cheryl: Oh come on! Live a little.
Valkyrie: Well, if you insist. Then I’ll have a can of coke, with ice!
Cheryl: No way Valk! As you might know, my drink is actually for two people… so you’re having the same as me.
Cheryl quickly snatches the menu from Valkyrie’s hands and looks through the list of cocktails available to order, wondering if there’s something better to pick.
Cheryl: Yeah, I’m sticking with the Ono. And you can keep the cufflinks and the gold, diamond, and pearl necklace that comes with it.
Cheryl:
Already have plenty of those, perhaps you can sell the cufflinks on eBay and give the money to one of those charities you volunteer for... I don't know, up to you girl.
The two start drinking and chatting about nonsense, as behind them a show is underway on a small stage.
Cheryl: I know that it might bring some… painful memories, but we never had the chance to talk about your rehab.
Valkyrie: It was very weird to be honest. I had multiple specialists visiting me all the time. Plus they kept sending me very expensive things to my hospital room: tablets, consoles, books. Kinda hard to believe it was all OCW stuff, since their website literally runs on donations.
Valkyrie: And I’m still waiting for my July paycheck. They are probably gonna ask the fans to raise the amount via donations.
Cheryl: Well… about that...
Valkyrie: What about it?
Cheryl: Your recovery wasn't sponsored by OCW… it was sponsored by a very special person.
Cheryl points to herself, as Valkyrie looks at her in disbelief
Valkyrie: You paid for that?
Valkyrie: I don't know what to say…
Cheryl: Yep. I did it. I was feeling so guilty, but I couldn't just openly help with your recovery. Riley would kill me and I was unsure about what that was supposed to mean, like, why was I feeling that way if I did the right thing?
Cheryl: So I made some calls and asked them to keep it secret. I'm glad it worked, your recovery was pretty fast for that kind of injury.
Valkyrie: Mmm… well, this is a shocker. I sensed there was something weird behind the whole process but I would've never thought you did that. I guess that makes us even.
Valkyrie raises her glass, as Stixx does the same
Valkyrie: A toast to our newly formed alliance.
As they drink the champagne and keep on talking about nonsense, the camera fades to the commentary team
The camera pans to the announce team.
What a turn of events!
Maybe Cheryl has been misunderstood all this time!
Rust Cohle vs Doc Young
The camera pans to the announce team.
RIGHT IN THE BREADBASKET
Yep!
Hot off the heels of his victory against Loki, the young upstart Damian Bourne along with Mistico parades around backstage, hype and full of energy.
The two pass by several unnamed workers and such, most of them giving them high-fives and whatnot. Damian takes a second to turn towards Mistico.
Damian: How many fake luchadors do we have to wrestle bro? First you get that garbage Japanese tiger, and now I get some pale ass daredevil to wrestle.
He chuckles loudly.
Mistico: It’s terrible, people don’t know how to just represent their own culture. Shit’s just sad. It’s like if I put on 200 pounds, threw on a thong, and called myself a sumo wrestler.
They continue to walk backstage as two slumped over individuals come within their peripheral.
Mistico: Is that Bray over there?
Damian: The better question is, is that Ace over there?
Upon hearing their names getting called, they subtly makes eye contact as the siblings walks up to them. They prepare to walk past them before-
Damian: What’s up?
Bray stops and turns to him. He simply grunts at him before going on his way, Ace right behind him.
Damian: You seem a bit… lost in the sauce out here nowadays? What say you get with us, bro? We got some good shit on our hands.
He’s quiet for a moment, but eventually makes eye contact with him again and smirks. Damian smiles and extends his hand, but Bray turns and walks away, keeping the smile on his face.
Mistico: That was something...
Damian: I don’t know about you, but I like him.
Damian chuckles, walking with Mistico back to the locker rooms.
