Tony can be seen backstage checking himself out through the reflection of his Xtreme Championship. He brushes his hair back, checks the bandages on his face, and smiles.

Santos: Damn, I still manage to look just splendid, even when my face has been completely butchered.

Tony looks up and sees that a camera is focused on him and, seeing that no one else is in the room and he wasn't scheduled to have any sort of vignettes taped, he realizes that there must be something important happening that he should be paying attention to.

Oh wait...

No, it's just Alex Shawn. Tony looks to the television screen in front of him and sees Alex's visage on the screen, mid-promo. He watches for a moment, then smiles.

Santos: He apparently wants us to pat him on the penis and tell him nice job or something. Losers don't get encouragement. Quit looking for validation and either man up and get to work or go sulk in the corner.

Tony hits the power button on the remote, shutting off the television. He flings the remote over to his nearby couch, leans back in his chair, and admires his gorgeous piece of hardware.

The scene fades to black.