Scoops, you can't face the fact that your career in that ring is over. 

It's time for you to go, to become long-lost, to join her.

Allow me to guide you to the next stage of being. 

Allow me to represent you in the Ides of March, just as I represent her.

Scoops just looks at Charlie like he's fucking on one right now, contorting his face and cocking his head to the side in confusion as Charlie randomly approaches him backstage. 

Then, out of nowhere,

With only some marginal amount of foreshadowing,

Charlie kicks Scoops in the gut before rolling him into a cradle pin.