It had been a few weeks since Wrestlemania had concluded, and tonight signaled one thing: Nicky Delabonte Jr. would be going home. The young geriatric from New York had been held up in a bed, having had a several-inches long blade removed from his body which pierced his lung and nearly killed him. He would be forced to rest in bed for several months due to the seriousness of the attack, and as he'd recently found out, there was nothing he could really do about it this attempt at his own life. There were contracts he had signed, things presented to him by Russo as the 'usual paperwork', which effectively amounted to Nicky giving approval to his own stabbing for the sake of 'entertainment. The next morning he would be picked up by an Uber Health official and given a free ride to the airport where he was provided a complimentary ticket wherever he wanted by a guy he knew one time in one place.

The weeks had gone by in a blink as Nicky got by on serious pain killers and an all-liquid diet, which was nothing really new for him: the years of drug and alcohol abuse had prepped him for this. He sure felt the pain when he would breathe though, nothing was going to take that away. He had been filled in on what happened at Wrestlemania in full -- Brantley really did make his return, becoming the new CEO of MMI just as Nicky always feared could happen one day. He even defeated Hiro, and would celebrate big time with the other Marauders. The men that made themselves look like they cared about Nicky. They wanted what was best for him, and knew he could bring MMI back to it's previously untouchable status...but it was all a lie.

Nicky would look over at the morphine drip, giving a thought to the idea that perhaps, just maybe...he should join his father in hell and take the easy way out, giving up the fight before it really began and allowing BS and MMI to happily let him fade into obscurity. Nicky's weakly moved his arm up, reaching to try and grab a smart phone left in the room by a nurse who quickly had to step away. His finger tips moved it a little further away, but eventually he found the power to push his body up a little bit and grab the phone, falling back into a leaning position quickly. He unlocked it, and began to scroll...finding the ToR browser app. He had become proficient in searching the deeper parts of the web over the years, and was clearly logging on with a plan. He typed in some random .onion address, clicked around a little bit as if he'd done whatever this was exactly many times before, and then slowly sat up once more. He would use all of his strength to spike the phone down hard next to his bed, smashing it in the process and rendering it un-useable. Nicky could hear nurses running down the hall to check the commotion, and quickly grabbed the morphine dial and turned it up about three quarters of the way and leaned back, fading almost instantly.