~Marnette Patterson is shown walking the backstage area, microphone in hand~
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Marnette (to the camera): "...I’m pretty sure they went this way..."
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~She turns a corner and an open door is shown. Inside the room, the Blood Brothers are shown setting their gear down, taking a seat and taking off their jackets, resulting in a mix of boos and applause from the crowd. She walks through the door and Playboy notices her walking toward him~
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Playboy: "Sure Marnette, just come on in, why don’t you."
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Marnette: "Hey guys, just wanted to know...why are you guys here tonight? You’re not booked in a match tonight."
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Playboy: "Sure, we’re not on the card. That doesn’t matter. As tag champs, we need to be prepared for whatever might happen and be available. Who knows what the boss might do."
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Marnette: "So, even though you’re not scheduled to make an appearance tonight, you guys are ready for a match?"
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Playboy: "Marnette...we’re always ready to fight. If anyone wants to step up, we’ll gladly set them back down. We don’t care if it’s out there in that ring, back here in the dressing room, outside in the parking lot...we don’t care if it out there on top of the damn CN Tower. We’re not hiding. We’ll fight anyone, anywhere for these belts. Sanctioned, unsanctioned, it doesn’t matter to us. Then again...everyone already knows that, and when we walk around...everyone scatters."
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~Playboy chuckles to himself~
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Playboy: "Can’t say I blame them, though. Anyone who has drawn our ire has had to be carried out of the ring."
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Marnette: "Speaking of drawing your ire, have you heard from Seraphim since last season’s wedding?"
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~Cryl begins to breathe heavily in anger~
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Playboy: "Marnette...I think it’s time for you to go, now."
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~Cryl slowly raises to a standing position, causing Marnette to make a bee line for the door, camera following. The scene fades out~
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