We see Robbie Bourbon slumped over on a slab in the medic room backstage. Blue walks in.

Honey! Are you okay?

Robbie slowly looks up, his eyes glassy. He smiles, coughs up a red wad of blood and mucus, and hocks the filth to the floor as the red spittle drools down his lip.

Golden. Did we do it?

Did you do...

Honey, Chris Chaos is the champion.

Oh.

Robbie glances towards the floor slightly as his smile fails to dissipate.

You need a vacation.

I need to kick some more ass for the people.

Robbie coughs again and more blood flies out of his mouth onto his mask and chest. Blue gently caresses the big man's head.

That was amazing out there.

The people liked it?

They loved it.

Blue kisses Robbie on the forehead.

I love you.

Robbie looks right back at Blue. He takes a deep breath, obviously in the throes of a concussion.

I know.

You quoted Han Solo.

Cool.