Miller: Brendan! Brendan, pull back! Just pull back! We don't need airport authorities on us. Just let him go, alright?! Let him go! (throws off headphones) What a damn mess.
Leota: It was no DQ.
Miller: That's not what I'm talking about! That kid's fighting 14 different infections, hopped up on all kinds of drugs. He shouldn't be here. What the hell was he thinking?
Leota (shakes head): I saw his eyes. (looks at monitor replaying Evans powerbombing Stewart through the table and then looking down at the wreckage) Dere weren't any doughts. Just hate, da strongest drug dere is.
Miller (looking at it as well): Fricken hell, and now Festa's champion. Girl barely knows who she is half the time, and now she's got the most dangerous belt in the company.
As they converse, Shabani stands with her arms folded, her glasses in hand and her foot tapping. And then the new champion walks through the curtain, humming her own theme song and swaying her hips while cradling Crimson like a baby.
Shabani (puts glasses back on and blocks her): Festa.
Festa (freezes, slowly turns head): Sim... senhora?
Shabani: English. I need you to tell me right now. Did you know Evans would be here tonight?
Festa (blinks): Evans?
Festa (blinks): Evans?
Shabani: Roger Evans, did you know he was in Mount Hagen?
Festa (blinks again): Evans was here...?
Shabani: This is serious. He came in after you were thrown through a table. Was this whole thing some kind of plan you two concocted?
Festa (stares off, wide-eyed, and slowly gasps): Was he a ghost?
The whole room goes silent.
Shabani (pinches nose): No, he wasn't a ghost, at least not until I get my hand on him. (looks Festa in the eyes) I'm going to ask you one last time: Did you know he would be here?
Festa (tilting head from one side to the other): Did Aee know...? Do Aee knew...? Ay, no... New moon... New... jyou... (holds up belt, looking up) And... NEEEEEWWWW Champion... Crimson Queeeeen.... (starts twirling with belt in both hands) WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Miller cringes. Leota stares with a mix of concern and slight amusement.
Shabani (gritting teeth as Festa twirls past): Kalavina, get her to Sharma. And make sure she gets drug-tested, again!
Leota puts a hand on Festa's back and pushes her out of the tent, into the compound.
Shabani: Michael, tell the crew to clear the ringside area.
Miller (nods and puts on headphones): What about Stewart?
Shabani: Get him treated, and then get him off my grounds. I'll decide what to do with him... later.
Miller: Got it. (Into mic) Alright, party's over. We gotta get to the next match. Start the cleanup.
The feed switches to the walkway between the locker room tents, where yet another O.R.D.R.L.I. follows Leota and Festa, the latter now fully sober and needing support from the older Samaon woman.
Festa: Aee really had no idea. Aee just wanted to teach that psicopata Escocês a lesson.
Leota (with Festa's arm over her shoulder): Next time da GM asks you a question, don't play games. Got it?
Festa: Sim, Mamãe Galinha. Aee just couldn't switch it off yet. Aee was in too much pain.
Leota: It's only going to get worse from here. I hope you know dat.
Festa (looks at belt and smirks): Aee'm ready.
Leota (looks at her, then looks ahead): Den congratulations and Godspeed.
They pass the duo of the technician, Maya Lethbridge, and the former idol, "Lucky" Lei D, both former students of Leota, in their ring gear.
Lethbridge: Nice job, Luisa.
Lei D: Yeah, congrats.
Leota: You two are up next. Get to Gorilla.
Lethbridge: On it. Those two snobs are going down.
Lei D (pumping her fists): We'll make you proud! (runs off)
Lethbridge nods to Leota and Festa once more before following.
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