Inferno returns from a commercial break with Creeker standing in the backstage area by himself. Creeker slowly rubs the temples on the sides of his head with the tips of middle finger and his thumb. He pulls out a small sliver bottle from inside of his jacket and unscrews it. He shakes the bottle into the palm of his hand to get two sliver pills out. He takes the pills and takes drink from a nearby water.

“Hey Creek-” The backstage interviewer begins to say as she walks about from behind him without making sound.

Creeker was not expecting someone to talk to him and nearly spit the water out.

"Is this a ba-”

Creeker brushes off the front of his jacket to turn towards the backstage interviewer. Before he turns to face the interviewer, Creeker fixes his face from scowl to a slight smile. “It is not a bad time”

She lets off a relief sigh before she begins speaking.

“Congratulation on the victory over the very difficult opponent Mirage at ‘Return of The Mack’. A lot of fans are asking how are your feeling. Because in that match, Mirage was able to lock his metal hand on your face and shock your head. Got any update for your concern fans?”

Creeker smirks and chuckles as she says concern fans

“Thank you, for asking how am I feeling. I did get some DMs asking my wellbeing. But some people were saying some really twisted things in there too. Have you ever been zap by electric fence or got tased?” Creeker ask the interviewer

“No, I haven’t had the pleasure to deal with that.” She replies

“Well, it sucks. 0 out of 10, do not recommended.” Creeker says closing one eye slightly. “But the zap that Mirage hit me with felt like it went through all my nerves faster than Cartwright does. Which I thought was not possible. But I was proven wrong again. Like so many times already here in DHW. Here in DHW feels like breaking of new grounds. Experience new things that I wouldn’t have if I still with..still with.”

Creeker’s thought begins drift and begins to disassociate with reality. The interviewer places her hand on Creeker’s arm. “Are you okay, Creek?”

Creeker was back to reality after she touches his arm. He quickly and playfully swats her hand away. “You gotta pay before you touch, love.”

She chuckles slowly shaking her hand in slight pain from the swat.

“Later tonight, in the Main Event of Inferno. You are going up against The Dragonheart Champion, Nuke Fusion in a title match. Have any words for The Dragonheart Champion?”

“I am not going lie to your face that I am not nervous going against The Nuclear God. There a few people who earn my respect without having many matches with me. He the few of ‘The Old Gods’ that I do not hate with burning passion. Is he a d**k? Yes.” Creeker says, “But, he really has not fluff with me in singles nor did I to him. Because He and I were in different tax brackets. He was out here main event big time PPV and bringing millions of fans to that respected federation. He earned all he achieved throughout his career and keeps evolving into something different. Something different to keep those fans wondering what new version Nuke is going unleash into the world pro wrestling.”

“Could you explain in more detail what you mean about different tax brackets, Creek.” The backstage interviewer asking for clarification.

Creeker gives the interviewer a flat stare before he spoke.

“Back in the day, Nuke was and still can probably sell out a large arena with his name alone. Sometimes wrestlers join that federation for chance at Nuke. Because you must fight the best to get better. If you wrestling those are below you. You can never get better. I learn this late in my career and thus way I am slowly getting better now.”

“Was that a shot at your former par-”

Creeker continues cutting her off

“That is why tonight, I am going to reintroduce myself back to Nuke and show the rest of roster. That I am not going anywhere. I am going be a thorn in their side because who does not like being a little p***k now and then?”

Creeker smiles as he takes a drink from the water and walks off screen. Leaving the backstage interviewer by herself.