Backstage, we see The Revolution sipping some Big Rock Candy Mountain Co-op coffee together.

"Sorry, fellas, if I wasn't there, Game Girl wouldn't have stolen my move and used it against me."

Schism and Mark Flynn nod along with Bobby.

"If it's any consolation, this was a non-title match, as Thad was too scared to have us defend these."

Bobby, Mark, and Schism all hold up their Trios Championship Belts. This is a Revolution, who cares if the suits can't recognize them? Suddenly, Schism points down the hall.

"My colleagues in arms and brothers in work, see what I see?"

Down the hall are three figures who have made countless appearances in XWF media. Bob Whiskey, Chasm, and Bark Flynn.

"Hey, it's the lousy dollar store knockoffs of us!"

"WE SPENT DECADES BECOMING WHO WE ARE!"

"SOMEONE AS GOOD AS TEMU MADE COPIES OF US THAT ARE AS GOOD AS TEMU WOULD MAKE!"

"Woah, easy, we're the commies now, shouldn't we, I dunno, detente?"

"The stooges who will upend the corporatocracy will upend the corporate stooges!"

Schism tosses his empty cup aside and rushes Bob Whiskey, and with a straight right breaks his nose!

"Oof, right in the analogue!"

Flynn sees the opportunity and downs his coffee before running and nailing Chasm with a Busaigo Knee! Bobby puts his cup down and walks down the hall, standing in front of Bark Flynn.

"So, uh, do I kick the dog here? I never kicked a dog."

Mark and Schism also look rightly baffled.

"Bobby, you're beyond that kind of thing now."

Bark Flynn yips at Bobby. He squats, scooping the pooch into his hands as it nips at his arms.

"I dunno, guys, I mean, I could punt this lil fella and all."

"If you kick dogs when they're down then the dogs will bite you when you are!"

"Do you write fortune cookies?"

Schism shakes his head to the negative, playing off the notion that he has written thousands of fortunes. Bobby pets the dog.

"Who's a good boy?"