Johnny Legend is sat on the Leather couch in the TX Locker room. Neck-brace still on, with a metal crutch leant against the couch too.

"No more Wheel Chair?"

Legend looks up to find Sef Kinsley in the door-way.

Legend: "... Just a precaution."

Kinsley shakes his head, strolling into the middle of the room and staring down at Johnny.

Kinsley: "Buckle up, Johnny. If you're gonna be with T-X then you're gonna have to stop lookin' like a pussy... It's screwing with our image."

Legend: "Pfft... I made TX what it is, damnit."

Kinsley: "Neck brace? Crutch? The match was an age ago, talk about freakin' milking it, Johnny. Take that shit off."

Legend shakes his head slightly, groaning a little before responding...

Legend: "Not until the match, I NEED THIS!"

Kinsley: "You're not helping, Johnny... Infact it's freakin' common knowledge that you're in this for yourself. What you're trying too get out of it is a mystery..."

Legend gets up to his feet, and takes a step toward Sef.

Legend: "Wrong, Sef. I'm in this for the long haul... Johnny Legend's gonna make TX bigger than Jesus."

Kinsley raises a sceptical brow.

Legend: "I'm commited to the cause, man. You're not giving me a chance."

Kinsley: "How the hell are you gonna prove anything like that to me? I've seen you screw up for us Johnny... I've seen you for two months just tagging along. Me and Nic don't NEED you."

Legend raises a brow...

Legend: "But you DO, Sef. I'll prove you need me... Tonight, i'll make sure you keep that High Risk Championship. I'll show what J-L can do."

Legend pats Sef on the shoulders..

Legend: "Just trust J-L."

Johnny walks out the door now, crutch under his arm again, as we fade too black.