We go backstage to the medic room at Savage, where we see Robbie Bourbon being fitted with a neck brace. Blue is beside him as Robbie glares at the camera with a thousand yard stare.

Honey, that was, oh my God. Promise me you won't go out and defend your title twice in one night again.

Robbie's mouth twitches into a smirk. He opens his mouth to speak, but quickly shuts it, wincing in pain.

Take it easy, hon, you need to rest up, you have another round of Lethal Lottery. Why would you do all this?

Robbie glances at Blue while slowly blinking. He puckers his lips, and Blue leans in for a kiss.

For me?

Robbie blinks again and smiles, nodding his head no.

For all the people.

Robbie holds his left hand up and wavers it, signaling "kind of".

Then what?

Robbie holds the Hart Championship belt up with his right hand, then slings it over his shoulder. He glares back at the camera with a thousand yard stare.