The camera opens up on medics still working on Ghost Tank from the fall he took thanks to Loverboy, onto some tables and chairs as also including the beating, as well as the piano that dropped on him, ,his ribs, which had been on their way to healing completely, were now not doing too well again.

"FUCKING BULLSHIT! A FUCKING PIANO!? A FUCKING CATTLE PROD!? You four pussies can't keep me down with just your fists, so you use other shit to try and bring me down!? I still fucking won my match, despite being attacked by those anonymous cunts, and after the match, Lane thinks he can keep me down with a fucking cattle prod?! Did you honestly think, a fucking cattle prod was going to stop me? You're such a little bitch, Lane. I beat the fuck out of you and Peter with my bare hands, like a goddamn man. You and those three fucks did a number on me, leaving me not even close to being on top of my game when I tried to spear you. So I'm glad you think one kick is all you needed. Lane, I am going to make your fucking life, a living goddamn hell. And your buddy, Calypso? I was going to be nice and gentle when I put those hooks in him, so I didn't outright destroy his career. Now? Fuck him and fuck you. His blood will be on your hands, Lane.

Oh, and because you hurt my Brother? I'm not going to make your life JUST a living Hell. I'm going to make sure that Dante is rolling in his grave with how many fucking levels of Hell I am going to put you through."

After hearing Maverick's words, he growled half in pain, half in annoyance,

"Lane isn't smart enough to do shit like that to me. Once I find out who is, I'm going to make sure they can't work in this business ever again!"