Backstage, we see in the medical trainers room, Bobby Bourbon. He’s not hurt. Beside him, being attended to, is XWF Head of Security, Tommy Gunn. Bobby looks down at Tommy.

Hey, uh, look, no hard feelings man, I, well, in the heat of the moment I lost my cool, like a kid on Fortnite, and you got uppercutted. Well, I'm going to get my get back, but as a token of my sincerest apologies, here are strippers.

A cavalcade of strippers parade into the training center. Women with ample and shapely figures, the nigh anorexic women that resemble Roxy Cotton, and men. Bear, otter, and twink alike. Several score of salacious strippers stampeding with strong sexuality. They're actively upholding the medics from accomplishing anything as upbeat music and strobe lights fire up. Bobby leaves.