*Much time has passed since the show ended, and even more gone by since the unexpected departure of Ano Doom. It is pitch black out, and he has covered great distance away from the IWA Arena. He uses his wooden bamboo cane as a support stick, walking through the vast field towards a fire. The only illumination for miles around is the moonlight, the dancing campfire, and the flame between his lips. His head stays down in the darkness, as he furtherly continues towards the light.*
*He closes the space between it now, and soon after, he is sitting up on the ground, leaning against a huge boulder, leaning on the cane, as well. He stares onwards in the lit up night with a fiery passion burning on his face, beard grown even more so now. Sweat once more runs down his face in the glaring light. *
"I...lost...I don't know...how...either. I was throwing them both all over...then, I lost...I guess...losing...is a blessing...and a curse...I was stopped before...I got too...out of control, and they got hurt...but it was also nothing more than a setback. One that can not go unrighted next week! That's if...I even show up."
*He speaks aloud, letting out a deep breath, full of enraged determination. He looks up, almost as if, expecting somebody.*