:: Four Months, Three Weeks after "The Event" ::

Blane is seen pacing back and forth in his apartment, looking over paperwork in a folder, sent over from Tommy's office. Going through every little detail of what this entailed. Once Blane felt satisfied, he signed the paperwork and closed the folder. Blane grabbed his phone and his keys and walked out his door. As Blane pulls the cover off his Black and Red 1969 Ford Mustang and opens the door. This was the first time in almost 10 years that Evan has even looked at his car. Blane sits and runs his hand over the steering and the memories come flooding back. "Hello old friend." Blane says sweetly to his car. "You ready to start a new chapter?" Blane turns the key and the engine roars to life. Blane pulls out slowly and sets his GPS to Marlton, NJ. As Blane roars down the highway towards The Walt Whitman bridge into The Garden State. 20 mins outside of Marlton, Blane dials Tommy's phone number to let him know he was 20 mins out. "Hey Tommy, how's it going?" Blane says

“Evan! It’s going amazing! I’m sitting here watching footage of this XWF. Where are you are you on your way? I’ve got Shawn here now as well we are fitting him in his new ring attire. Wait till you see this kid.”
"About 20 minutes out. Forgot how terrible Jersey traffic is." Blane retorts.

“Good! I can’t wait we have so much to catch up on. Wait till you see the office man. I’m glad you decided to come see me. I’ve got some great ideas for where we can go with your return to the squared circle.” Tommy dumps the contents of small bag of Reese’s Pieces into his mouth.” Huwwy Up an get hewe.”

"Alright see you in a bit." says Blane as he hangs up his phone. Blane pulls into the parking lot grabs his things and heads to the door of the office. Blane walks in and shoots a smile to the receptionist behind the desk. "Hello. My name is Evan Blane. I believe I have a meeting with Mr. Romero?"

Renee stands up from behind the desk a slightly confused look on her face. “Umm do you mean Romeo? We don’t have anyone by the name Romero here.”

"Uh.....Tommy Romeo is here right?" Blane says sheepishly.

“Yes of course just a second I’ll see if he’s ready for you.” Renee disappears down the hall and a few seconds pass before she scurried back down the hallway. Past the bathroom as Shawn exits in full ring attire sans his mask and walks back into Tommy’s office. “Tommy will see you now. He and Miss Wallace are awaiting you in the main office. Please follow me. She motions for Evan follow her and leads him back down the hall.

Blane looks awkwardly towards the man walking past him in the bright white and black unitard, not making eye contact with him. Blane enters the room and meets the gaze of Erin and Tommy. Blane puts his hand out for a handshake. "Hey Tommy. Hi Erin, good to see you again." Blane says.

8:07 PM

“Evan! Look at you!” Tommy grabs Evan’s hand and pulls him in hugging him tightly. Erin from across the room smiles and waves then sits down on the corner of the desk. Tommy releases his grasp on Evan and basically drags him across the room to a chair. “Sit, Let’s talk.”

Blane sits and opens the folder and pulls the contract.

"Tommy I'm not gonna lie. I don't know about this contract. What is this image consulting? I thought my look fit me."

Blane fidgets in the chair and looks uneasy. His eyes dart around scanning every inch of the room. His mind races with memories of the last time he was in a room with Tommy. The sounds of gunfire still haunts him at night.

“Evan if you like your look than fine but I have ideas your welcome to scoff at them if you like.” Tommy opens the side drawer of his desk and pulls out a folder of his own. “Have a look.” Tommy slides the folder across to Evan. “There’s multiple looks in there as well as new titles if you’re interested. This could be a new beginning for you.”

“Unless of course you’d rather to live in the early 2000s as The Real F’n Deal “

Blane chuckles at the thought of the early 2000's. "Tommy, I think we both know that that persona died in The Staple Center. I can say this I'm extremely unsure of a lot of things right now. I'm gonna put it all on the table. I'm feeling unstable. 3 weeks ago, I was teaching a striking class and I started wailing on a student because I thought it was HIM. I reached out to the others, but no one has been answering me. I know you went through this also. That's why I'm mentioning it now. I feel forgotten." Blane's looks emotionally defeated "I am a revenant, created by one Danny Starr. He took everything from me. I don't know what to do."

“The Revenant.... now that’s a fucking name right there.” Tommy grins at Evan your clever even when you don’t know you are.” Erin looks at Evan from the corner of the desk shifting her weight to face him and air quotes The Revenant Evan Blane it does have a nice ring to it.”

Tommy scribbles on a notepad in front of him for a moment. “This is perfect for you then get your aggression out at work without having to worry about holding back. You saved my life Evan just by showing up at the right time and being a friend. Let me do the same for you now.”

Blane takes a deep breath, looks at Tommy and Erin. "Let’s do this then. Whatcha got."

“Open the folder and have a look, there are multiple sketches of different ring attires to choose from, or if you don’t like any of them tell me what you want and I’ll send it out to be sketched. So, you can see it before we get it made for you.” Tommy looks to Erin and winks at her. “You like that? We?” Erin stands up from the desk and walks around it behind it to where Tommy sits in his chair and leans down close to him like she is going to kiss him, but instead grabs him by the ear pulls it and whispers. “I’m a journalist and this is your company, but I appreciate you trying to include me” She then kisses his cheek softly and walks back around the desk sitting in the chair opposite Evan.
As Blane goes through the folder, page after page of bad designs or things that doesn't grab him until he finds two looks. The bottoms are too much for Blane to wear but the top was a simple black jean vest. The other look was a long pointless jacket, but the bottoms were simple black shorts with knee pads and kick pads. Suddenly a thought struck him. combine the two looks, and everything would be over."

"Hey Tommy, how about this, take the top from this one and the bottom from this and This will work for me."

“You got it man. What about this red tassel scarf looking thing on this top? I’m not crazy about it but if you like it.” Just as Tommy finishes speaking Shawn walks back into the office in his full ring attire this time sans underwear.
“This is much better no pinching at all. Spandex is new to me but I kinda like it.”

Blane's eyes shift over and unfortunately is eye level with Wylde's crouch. Blane calls out "Jesus Christ man! put some underwear on!"

Tommy and Erin erupt in laughter Renee appearing from the hallway sneaking up behind Shawn and slapping his ass. Shawn let’s out a surprised Yelp and clutches his backside. Then realizing it was Renee turns a shade of red almost the color of her hair. “He came in here with underwear on under it the first time. He’s gonna have to get a jockstrap huh.” Tommy chuckles. “Renee that was wildly inappropriate by the way you can’t just go around slapping my clients in the ass. Take the rest of the day off and think about that. Shawn! Go buy a jockstrap, but before you do that go take Renee out to lunch, you can use the company card it’s on me.”

Blane shakes his head and looks back at Tommy. "To answer your question on the scarf. That's a hard no. If anything, maybe some red design on the shorts. That's it."

“I’m going to go get changed out of this. Jockstrap got it. Renee, do you like Ramen?” Shawn smiles at her and she nods. “Good I’ll meet you in the lobby in five. Evan, long time, good to see you. Tommy, I’ll let you know when I get to Tombstone. Ms. Wallace thanks for the tip.” Shawn rushes out of the office with Renee scurrying closely behind. “Sorry Evan, you said no scarf, red on the shorts? Anything specific trim? A symbol? Tribal? Nevermind we’re trying to bring you out of the early 2000s.”

Erin stands up from the chair and walks over to the office door closing it and locking it, then walking back over to the chair and sitting down her face turns serious. When you boys are done, I’d like to lay it on him.”

"Wait. Yes, a symbol. just an E and a B. In white. simple as that." Blane says. After he says that he takes a second and lets Erin's words in his head. "Hold on, I went over the contract. There was nothing hidden in it. What did I miss?" Evan says inquisitively.

“EB in white.” Tommy scribbles on the sketch of the lower body. Then staples the two to be combined and slides it into an envelope. He opens his desk drawer and slides the envelope in turning to Erin. “You have the floor.”

“It’s not the contract Evan, God knows Tommy isn’t out to get you, he’s been talking about getting you in here since the day the doors opened. The members of the High Society are dying off in prison. The media isn’t reporting on it like it’s anything of consequence, but I’ve been keeping tabs on them since One Night Stand. Somethings not right.” Erin’s says her face very stern. “Danny could be behind it, but it doesn’t make sense. All of them are doing time, all of their secrets are already out what could Danny be trying to protect by having them killed.”

Blane's face drains of all color. That name is back. Danny Starr. Blane has had a tumultuous history with him. Danny tried to have him killed along with others at the HWA One Night Stand event. Since then Evan has been haunted by these memories of the event. These memories bring anxiety and rage with them.

"I'm not following. I thought we were done with Starr and High Society. This was to be a new start. After I helped Tommy out, no one was there for me to get my demons out!" Blane clinches his hands into fists. He looks visibly angry.

“Easy Evan, Erin came to me with this just before you arrived. This is news to me as well.” Tommy is sitting on the edge of his seat as if ready to jump over the desk to contain his friend. “I’m sorry Evan I know this is a touchy subject, but I have a feeling that something much worse than the high society may be coming. I just don’t quite know what. I don’t have all the information. Just that a mysterious figure has been visiting them and then boom, pushing daisies. Jonathon Keeper died after having a visitor and just speaking to him through glass on the phone.”

"Honestly, Erin, I don't care. Only think I care about is getting my hands-on Danny. I would love 5 minutes alone with him in one of those rooms." Blane slams his fist into his hand. "If someone is taking these pieces of shits out, I say let him. He's doing stuff we wish we could have done."

“You will likely never get that opportunity Evan. Especially if something sinister is at play here. You may just be beaten to the punch.” Erin says softly. “You’re not the only one that feels that way. I’d choke the life out of him myself if the opportunity ever presented itself.”

Blane shakes his head, dissatisfied with Erin's answer. "Well what can we do. If this person is taking members out while in prison, we are seriously out gunned."

“I’ll keep monitoring the situation, I just thought you and Tommy should know.” Erin stands up “Now if you gentleman don’t mind, I have things of my own to take care of.”

Erin walks to the door unlocks it opens it and walks out shouting back. “I’ll see you at dinner Tommy. Don’t be late and don’t snack before then!”

Blane starts breathing slowly trying to calm his nerves down. "Bye Erin." Blane says quietly and calmly.

“That girl is one of a kind my friend.” Tommy smiles wide at Evan.

Blane looks back at Tommy. Evan says "Yeah I guess she is. Sorry man that information hit me hard. I didn't mean to go off like that. Shit's been tough when dealing with that kind of information."

“I know. I’ve been where you are, I handled it very differently, but I found new purpose. Let’s see if we can’t do the same for you.

Blane tries to shake off the memories of Danny as he dives deeper into the paperwork with Tommy.

After going over the heavy details Blane signs the paperwork and hands it over to Tommy. With a slight smile, Blane says "Well I think that is about it right? Is there anything else needed from me?"

“No sir this will do just fine. I’ll call you back in when I’ve got the final product for you to try on. Don’t be a stranger in the meantime. Call me we can do.... things.”

"Things.... Yea sure. Unless there a bottle involved, I don't do things." Blane says bluntly. "I signed these contracts because I'm low on funds and I have a lot of anger I need to get out."

Tommy points at the Ultimate Championship hanging above his desk. “Remember Evan that was yours once, We can get you there again, but you can’t be stumbling down the ramp into the ring.”

"I know. I don't know how else to handle it, I need to get my hands on someone who I am not training." Blane says sheepishly. "I’ll get through this, and I will add another title to the list."

“That’s the spirit.” Tommy spins in his chair facing the wall behind him. He knocks on the wall in three distinct spots and and a panel slides down revealing a safe, he punches the code in and the safe pops open. Reaches In grabbing a handful of bills, quickly counting them and then closes the safe. He spins back around in his chair and the wall panel slips back into place on its own. “Will five $5000 get you by till your first match?”

"Less, a grand. I don't want to take your money anyway." Blane says with his hand up.

“Please you’re a client of Romeo Management now. This is a signing bonus for our newest talent acquisition. “He places the cash into Evan’s hand and stands up. “Now go and close the door behind you. I have a honey bun calling my name and I don’t want Erin hearing the wrapper.”

Blane takes the money begrudgingly. "Thanks Tommy, and don’t worry. I won’t tell Erin." Blane says with a half grin. Blane leaves the room and pulls the door closed and walks down the hallway towards the front door. Blane walks out to his car. Blane looks up towards the sky and just thinks about what the future holds.