Backstage at AEW, Trent is sitting on a bench in the locker room, his leg bouncing up and down. His head is in his hands, his stomach in knots.
"Man that was a weird match." Chuckie says coming out of the shower area. "You know you are lucky you had your clothes on Cass."
"You get all the baby oil off?" Cassidy asks.
"Think so." Chuckie says. He turns around turning his attention to Trent who is still in the same position. "Trent? Hey, buddy? You alright?" Trent shakily hands Chuckie his phone. "What…what does…what's this supposed to mean?"
"It means it is still happening." Trent says. "It means that…it's time."
"No, no. Trent, come on!" Chuckie says.
"If I don't say something than this is just going to continue and they are going to keep hurting people. There's a whole damn group of them now! It's not just him, anymore Chuckie. That means more victims, more people being hurt. I know someone has to know something and nothing is being done about it. They have someone on their side keeping all this quiet. I can be the first one to speak out, to speak up." Trent says.
"Speak up about what?" Cassidy asks.
"It's…complicated. We will fill you in later." Chuckie says. "If we are doing this then we have to tell Kenny and Jericho."
"We? We aren't doing…" Trent says.
"Shut up! I am not letting you do this alone!" Chuckie shouts. "You put out this statement, I am helping you whether you want it or not."