We cut backstage to find Devon Flash walking down the hallway. His demeanor has noticeably changed from the cocky arrogance of the past—more humble, more upbeat. As he turns the corner, he nearly bumps into C-Note, who’s tightening his wrist tape before heading out for his match. The two lock eyes, the tension of their past rivalry hanging in the air.
Devon: C-Note.
C-N: …Flash.
Devon: Look, I gotta give credit where it’s due. You came out on top, and I respect the hell outta that. You got me. That makes it two-one your way now.
C-N: I’ll take the respect, but what’s this really about?
Devon: Nothin’ more than that, man. Truth is, I’m rootin’ for you. I want YOU to take that World Title off Parca. I wanna see ADE crumble, especially since I’ve had my own run-ins with Harris lately.
C-Note looks at him, slightly shocked by the tone, clearly not used to this side of Devon.
C-N: (skeptical) Hold on… you tryin to play some long game? You've been walkin’ round tryin to make nice with everybody these past few weeks, but I don’t buy it. This must be some sorta con.
Devon: (shaking his head) Nah. This ain’t no act. I’m done with the games. I’m just tryna turn a new leaf. Win over some friends instead of stackin’ up enemies. That’s it.
He pauses for a beat, then leans in with a small grin.
Devon: Tell you what in a show of good faith—why don’t I roll with you tonight when you face Harris? Parca’s always up to somethin’ slick. I’ll be out there to make sure you get yours.
C-N: (chuckles, shaking his head) Nah, I’m good. I already owe Max and I don’t do IOU’s. Besides, we might have some respect between us, but don’t get it twisted—we ain’t boys.
C-Note finishes taping his wrists, then steps in close, his tone more serious.
C-N: Tonight, I’m about to handle your problem for you. And at the same time, I’m gonna show Parca exactly what he’s in for.
Devon smirks, nodding with respect.
Devon: Fair enough. Just remember—you don’t gotta fight these bozos alone.
The two share a tense look before C-Note heads off toward the gorilla position, leaving Devon standing in the hallway with a half-smile before he walks off himself.
Watching in the background is none other than Paul Harris himself with a knowing smile on his face as the camera fades to black.
