When the curtains close.

The scene opens backstage, the show's come to it's close, the fans are being lead home happy-ish.. the ring crew have begun the long process of tearing it all back down, Summercide has hit it's end.

Backstage though? That's where the celebrations are in full swing, Champions new and old celebrate, new stars congratulate and spectate.. the old guard heading home.

But one remains, sat watching it all.. a lockeroom slowly passing him by, he'd said it many times before, the sands were beginning to run out of the hour glass, and time was short.

Injuries mounted, concussions rung out, and time at home sounded all the less bitter to swallow.

But.. He still had goals left..

He still things to do..

That flame of wrestling passion still drew embers to light.

And he'd got a taste.

"Doc was more than talk" he thought.

"There really was something to this kid."

It'd been a long time since someone took him to the limit like that.

Reminded him of the days he was beat hell for leather.

It reminded him of the man he used to see in the mirror.

The man he hated..

The one it took him years to kill.

That man smiled.. he felt alive again..

Wrex: That was fun Doc.. let's do it again..

Wrex felt purpose once more..

A new goal in mind..

It felt good.