Scoops gives a scowl as Charlie walks up to him. He's seen this song and dance before, and their paths were crossing together too many times to count. Still, in spite of just having dragged himself through hell with his body caked in sweat and anguish, Scoops scowls at Charlie, shaking his head and simply raises his fists.

"Go to Hell, jackass. I fought to keep this belt and I ain't giving it up again so soon. You gotta focus on your own belt first, boah."

No matter how much Charlie insisted that Scoops lied down, he wasn't going to listen. The two were faced in a standoff, the tension building in the air... before Charlie gave up and walked off.

Scoops wasn't sure what to believe. It wasn't like Charlie to give in like this. Hesitantly, as he stared at the Nickleman walking off, he looked over his shoulders, making sure he wasn't about to get jumped by anyone else lying in wait.

No... Scoops McGee was alone for once. A heavy sigh left him as he readjusted his title belt in his shoulder, nodding respectfully at Charlie as he wandered off to God-knows-where. "He'll be back... he always is."