Camera opens to a front desk in a motel somewhere in Midwest America, about 2AM. An old man sits, smoking a cigar, and reading a newspaper while the echoes of a small TV is heard in the back office. He chuckles for a moment before bells go off at the entrance, followed by the sound of heavy breathing. The old man leans forwards to see who it is.

Man: "You're gonna kill yourself one of these days, kid."

Camera reveals Wolf dragging himself (and his left ankle) to the old man, his face partially covered in blood, and gripping his one-sleeved backpack.

"...And that's when I'll know I've had enough...He deliver it?"

The old man puts the newspaper down and takes out an envelope labeled "WOLF*" and he hands it over. Wolf takes it, but is puzzled about the *.

"...This feels more than tonight's pay..."

Man: "The owner told me to tell you that you are no longer a member of his promotion, that you've put too many of his stars on the shelf with your matches...even the normal matches."

Wolf chuckles, then coughs from the pain.

Man: "And that is all the money your contract guaranteed you in one lump sum."

"...Well, I appreciate the parting gift...I'll be out of here by 6..."

Man: "He also told me that he put a flyer in there too...I think that's the gift more than the money."

Wolf blinks for a moment, then shakes his head, dragging himself down the hallway.

Man: "One more thing, Wolf."

Wolf turns around.

Man: "You still got a...something...on your shoulder..."

Wolf turns to find a thumbtack still there. He chuckles again, with another cough to follow, before waving goodbye to the old man. The camera follows Wolf to his room, where he throws his bag into the bathroom, grabs an ice-pack, and essentially collapses on his bed. Still breathing heavily, Wolf slowly sits up and pulls out the tack, wincing a bit. Then after putting the ice on his left ankle, he empties out the envelope, all the bills falling out of it, with little to no reaction Wolf. But "flyer" falls on his lap and Wolf opens it up: XMF Cold Shot January 30.

"...A little late to show up to that, asshole..."

Wolf turns the flyer over and finds a message from his former owner.

---YOU'VE COST ME A LOT BUSINESS IN THREE MONTHS, GO COST MY COMPETITION SOME OF THEIRS---

Wolf's face turns from all serious to a wide grin as he chuckles. He fights through the cough and lays back down.

"......I won't be doing it for your sake..."

The camera turns to face the open view of the outside night. Wolf continues to chuckle as this happens, but you can hear him pass out as the camera fades to black.