Jefferson Jackson is seen backstage in the medical wing being treated by numerous staff. Steve Sayors approaches the Business/Financial Superintendent with a mic in his hand. JJ is wearing a neck brace and a sling on his right arm with crutches under each arm....

Steve Sayors: Mr. Jefferson! Could I have a moment of your time, please?

JJ rolls his eyes back and cringes in pain at either the sight of Steve Sayors or the injuries he suffered in the Main Event tonight.

Jefferson Jackson: Can't you see I'm injured, Sayors?! What is it?!

Steve Sayors: Well, sir, the Universe is wondering, what business did the Business/Financial Superintendent have getting involved in the Hart Championship tonight?

JJ glares back at Sayors with a scowl.

Jefferson Jackson: What BUSINESS did I have? What BUSINESS did the BUSINESS and FINANCIAL SUPERINTENDENT have? Sayors, are you high?

Steve Sayors: N-No, sir?

Jefferson Jackson: The XWF? That's MY business. Savage Saturday Night? That's MY business, too! Anything that happens or transpires on said show? Guess what?

Steven Sayors: Your business?

Jefferson Jackson: EXACTLY EINSTEIN! And guess what? MY business is NO ONE else's! As for Michael Graves? He's got something coming to him. You're lucky I don't fine you, fire you, and destroy everything you've ever done here in the XWF after what you did pal!

Steve Sayors: Which is....?

Jefferson Jackson: He CLEARLY put an XWF official in MORTAL danger, Sayors! Look at me! I'm a damn train wreck!

Steve Sayors: Well, being at ringside, Mr. Jefferson, can put any non-athle--

Jefferson Jackson: Don't even say it, Sayors! Ya know what? Just get outta my face right now! I was just doing my job out there! Something YOU have no idea about! Graves, since you and the 'Cereal Killer' appear to be so close pals... We'll see how you two work together next week!

JJ looks at Sayors and down at the mic.

Jefferson Jackson: Didn't I say to get outta here? Scat! Go! Beat it! Hit the road!