The post Anarchy media scrum is underway, because apparently the Fabrik in Madrid asked for it. Anarchy is not a PPV, but hey, they paid for it, so meh. 

We see Clutch Cassidy storm in with a gigantic plate of Spanish delicacy that doesn't look stomach-friendly. She already has her mouth half full and is stuffing more in. 

CLUTCH: LET'S FUCKIN' GOOOOOO! 

The event coordinator, just out of frame, frantically signals Clutch to leave and points to her clipboard to communicate that Clutch is not scheduled to be on just yet. 

Clutch sets the plate on the table and piles her sexy, phat ass into the chair. It's only now that we see the cuts and bruises and swelling from her wild brawl with Scoops McGee. Somehow, somewhere, someway, Clutch pulls out two cans of White Claw, clangs them together Stone Cold style, and chugs them like a champ. 

Despite the coordinator's protests, the media in the room are happy to see her. They cheer and unload, taking pictures and asking questions about her huge upset win over Scoops McGee. 

CLUTCH: Aight now y'all listen the fuck up, mi amigos. Yeah, I beat Scoops, but it may not have been his night, since he has all that bullshit going on. We'll run it back when he gets done stomping the shit out of them people. 

She hurls her empty White Claw cans at the annoying coordinator lady. 

CLUTCH: NOW, enough bout Scoops. Y'all heard my bro 36 and the Director out there. They're fightin' champions, doing an open challenge for War Games with those titles on the line. Well, shit fire and save a match, just so happens I ain't on War Games, so I'm issuing an open partnership thing. If ya wanna be my tag partner and enter that there open challenge, hit ya girl up. Y'all know where to find me. We gotta click though, ain't none of this first come, first serve bullshit. 

She stands to leave. 

CLUTCH: Oh, and if someone gets injured before the War Games team thing, holler at ya girl and I'll fight in that too. 

Her eyes suddenly bulge to the size of saucers, and she clutches her tummy. Her stomach makes a noise that stomachs shouldn't make, and she breaks wind so audibly that it causes static feedback in nearby mics. Without a word more, she flees to the nearest bathroom.