The Crimson Moon is seen walking backstage, and he follows a pool of blood.
TCM: What the hell...
The Crimson Moon walks into a room, and Tumatauenga is laying down on the ground out cold.
TCM: Medics, get in here...NOW!!!
Two medics run towards The Crimson Moon.
Medic 1: Oh god not another attack.
TCM: Come on take him away and help him, He has a Tournament match tonight.
Medic 2: By the looks of it, he may not wrestler tonight.
TCM: Don't say that, he will wrestle. He is top, well not top. He is one of the best in the tournament. He will be advancing.
Medic 2: Okay that isn't really, well isn't going to happen. He wont wrestl...
The Crimson Moon interrupts Medic 2.
TCM: You want to know something funny, I don't care about you, AC hired you to help injuries. Not stand around here and talk about what is going on in the busniess.
Medic 1: Okay well we need to be going to take care of him anyway.
Medic 2: Sorry TCM, We will be leaving now.
The Medics take Tumatauenga on a stretcher to the medic room.
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