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~Cut to backstage. Covenant is walking alone along a corridor, smoking what appears to be a cheap and quite likely smelly cigar~
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Covenant: "Sometimes you spend a lot of time being the new guy. Because, sometimes, you burn bridges on a daily basis. Sometimes you end up a lot of places where nobody even knows your name."
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~He cuts, completely unnecessarily, to a door that leads into the arena rather than back around to the locker area. The noise of the arena is already rising, providing a sudden and startling contrast to the relatively quiet backstage corridor~
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~Covenant strides through the arena. After only a few steps, the crowd noise begins to rise, punctuated with cries of "Get out of here!" and "You suck!" Before he can make it across the arena and into the backstage again, Covenant is covered in spontaneously hurled soft drinks and water. Backstage again, he pulls the soggy cigar from his mouth and grins, clearly satisfied~
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Covenant: "And sometimes, everything is immediately familiar. Business as usual. Let's do this."
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~He slips into the main locker area to prepare~
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