The camera switches to another area backstage, showing Mike Voland knocking on a locker room door labeled “Kelsia Vector.” After knocking a few times he unscrews the cap from the thermos that he's still carrying, turns it over, and pours a dark brown, steaming liquid into it from the thermos before tucking the latter under his arm. The door opens to show Kelsia in her ring gear as he pulls a handful of mini marshmallows from the inside pocket of his trench coat and drops them into the cap/cup and offers it to her.:: 

Voland: “Hot chocolate?“

::Kelsia looks at the proffered beverage and back up at the sunglasses covered visage of her grinning partner for the night, trying to decide if he's mocking her, being genuinely friendly, or perhaps both.:: 

Kelsia: “No thanks, I'm good.“

Voland: “Can't say I didn't offer.”

::Kelsia continues looking at him suspiciously as he first blows on the hot chocolate and then takes a sip.:: 

Kelsia: “Are you ready for this match? I heard you were picking fights over that little Harris tramp.”

::Voland wipes a bit of froth from his upper lip and waves dismissively.:: 

Voland: “Nah, I just happened to be in a place and time where I had an opportunity to make some of my opinions known. I like spreading knowledge, even if some people need to have it beaten into their skulls.”

Kelsia: “You got any opinions about our match? Towers may be a rookie but he is really damn big and I don't want any unpleasant surprises from him.”

Voland: “The only unpleasant surprises will be sprung on Captain Thyroid, not by him. You worry about Aurora and I'll take care of the Glandular Wonder. You sure you don't want some of this? You don't want to go into action with low blood sugar and it tastes great.”

Kelsia: “No, I'm fine. And don't worry about Aurora, I'll make sure she isn't a problem.”

Voland: “Great! Just keep an eye out for falling muscle-bound freaks. Sometimes it's hard to guess exactly which direction a guy is gonna go down in and I'm going to be hitting him like a beaver on meth attacking a redwood, so if something suddenly blocks out the lights just dive out of the way.”

Kelsia: “I'll keep that in mind. Don't you need to get dressed, or are you going to wrestle in jeans?”

Voland: “Oh yeah, I knew I was forgetting something. I'll see you in the ring.”

::Kelsia watches Voland walk away for a moment before turning back and closing the door.