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::4 months after the event::

Evan is found sitting on a rooftop looking at the skyline of Philadelphia, as the sunsets in a cloudy sky. In his hands he holds a partly consumed fifth of Jack Daniels, thoughts playthrough his mind from years past, culminating to the end of the One Night Stand. Blane replays the final parts through his head, how could he? How could Danny do those twisted things? Picking off former HWA members one by one? How could use the guise of Eric Rayne to try and eliminate people he once called friend? Another memory flashes through his head, Danny being lead away from the ring with Blane standing in it. “I trusted you. You were my friend….. How could you do this to US!” Blane screams and hurls the bottle towards the buildings across the street. People on the street below look up at Blane who waves them off as he walks back towards the ladder to the street. Blane gets in his car and heads to back to Royal StriKING MMA, where he was hosting a striking camp for the members of the gym. Blane walks in and waves at Karl as he heads towards the locker room. Blane changes his clothes to his workout gear and starts warming up on the heavy bag. Lefts and rights into the bag. Thud. Thud. Thud. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. Harder and harder, Blane slams his fists in the bag and unknowingly, tears rolled down his cheeks during the beatdown he was giving this heavy bag. In Blane’s head all he could see was Danny. Blane punched and punched until he felt punched out. Blane wiped his eyes, stepped back and shifted his stance and launches his back leg towards the heavy bag with a heavy roundhouse kick that echoed through the building. Blane looks up from the floor after the kick and noticed that the whole building was staring at Blane. “SHOW’S OVER!” Blane shouts at the gym, as he grabs his towel and heads to the locker room. Blane sits in a corner and tries to clear his mind and head of Danny’s betrayal, but all he could picture was him controlling the Stormcorp soldiers, and Blane beating the hell out of one and Saving Cass and Michael. Blane sits there for a bit until Karl comes in and finds Evan sitting there, “Are you ok man? Do you want me to cancel the camp?” Karl asks very concerned for Blane.
“Karl, thanks for asking. You know in the last four months, you are the only one who has ask. Yes I am ok. After stopping my “friend” from committing suicide because of everything that has happened, I am ok. Even though I also was almost killed by the hands of someone I used to call “friend”. I AM FINE.” As Blane said that his fist slammed against one of the lockers. Karl looks at Evan disturbed by what he had heard, he replies “Well, the students are here, should be begin?”
Blane stands up and shakes out the funk in his head, and heads out. Blane stands in front of 30 or so students and starts the camp. During the camp, Blane has the camp spilt up in to twos to work on striking and takedowns transitions for strikes, Blane signals to one of the students to come over to demonstrate the takedown. The student walks over and Blane sizes him up and takes him down and posts up to strike from side position when he looks at the student and sees Danny Starr’s face. Blane blinks his eyes and begins raining fists down on the person who he thinks is Starr. It takes 3 students to pry him off, Blane blinks his eyes again and sees it was just a student. Feeling great remorse for his actions Blane gets up and rushes back to the locker room and grabs his things and leaves.
Blane heads back to his apartment and just sits in shaking his head in silence, trying to figure out how that happened. He saw Danny’s face on the student, and he just wanted to decimate him. The hatred and anger for Danny right now has overtaken his every thought. How can Evan move on from this trauma? Everything he has done for Blane, through HWA or UBW. Everything that Blane has in his life Danny has tainted it. Any fame or accomplishment has Danny’s DNA in it. Blane shuts off his phone and just sits.
A month passes and no one has heard nothing from Blane, he stopped going to the gym or going to Royal StrikING or anywhere. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK can be heard throughout Blane’s apartment. Emerging from the darkness, Blane heads towards the door grunting. Blane looks through the peephole and meets the gaze of Karl from the MMA gym. Blane unlock the door and opens it. Karl looks at Blane, in his robe and looking like shit, and says “Man, what the hell is going on. I have been calling you for the last 3 weeks non-stop. What the hell happened! You beat the piss out of a student, and just up and disappeared. What the hell is going on!”
Blane looking unapologetic says “Nice to see you too. Please come in and berate me more.” Blane brings Karl into the apartment and fixes Karl and himself a cup of coffee and adds a nip of whiskey in his own cup.
Blane looks at Karl who is looking uncomfortable sitting in Blane’s apartment, Blane sighs and tells Karl everything that happened. Karl who looks concerned clears his throat and basically tells him he needs therapy. Blane chuckles and agrees. Karl face changes and remembers that he had a message from a friend of his left at the MMA gym “Oh some one left this at the gym for you….” He hands Blane a postcard from Tommy. It says “Hey. Just set up shop in Marlton, NJ. Not gonna wrestle for a bit looking to manage now. I have an opportunity and I think you will do great in. I have been in touch with others. Call me.”
Blane’s eyes light up, which causes Karl to be taken back by this new excitement. Blane stands up and turns his phone on for the first time in almost a month. When the phone boots up, he gets bombarded by notifications which causes Evan to chuckle to himself as 40 voice mails pop up. Blane swipes them away and walks to his bedroom and leaves Karl sitting by himself. Blane taps his screen a couple times and Holds the phone to his ear and hears the words of his friend, “I have been waiting for your call.”