(Camera opens backstage, concrete wall behind him. Clovis stands with his hood up, fists taped, arms crossed. His voice is steady, cold, deliberate.)

Clovis Black:
“I watched what Jack Havoc did to Larry Edwards. A man who’s been putting in work in this business longer than Havoc’s been around. Jack beat him, and then he kept swinging long after the bell.

That wasn’t toughness. That was fear. Fear that Larry might get back up.

Me? I don’t need a chair to prove my point. I don’t need security to pull me off when I lose control. All I need is the whistle — one clean shot, and the fight is over.

Jack calls himself an outlaw. But me? I’m a freight train, and the thing about trains is… they don’t stop for anything in the way.

So keep swinging your chair, Havoc. When it’s me across from you, there won’t be anybody left to save you.”

(Clovis pulls his hood back, locks eyes with the lens, unblinking. Silent beat. Then he turns and walks off without another word. Fade out.)