"Taking off early?" the guy asks Ashley, wisely changing the subject. She says that it's been a rough day. That's why she put on her whole get-up? Where's she going to rest, on the stripper pole at home? She asks how the fight's going. Swarthy Swede says that the fight'll be over soon, since the big guy showed up. Apparently, he's an animal. He asks where Maddox found the fighter. I knew that Angelina Jolie's kid would adjust quickly to American life, but he's already a fight promoter? That family's got drive, I tell you what. Ashley says that Maddox found the guy in a bar outside of Omaha, roughing up some bikers. She says, not very threateningly, that the next time she catches Swarthy Swede peeping at her, she's going to put him in a cage with the big guy. Oh, do go on, Boobs McMahon.
Alarm bells and flashing orange lights suddenly go off. Ashley grabs a handgun from her locker, and both she and Swarthy Swede rush up some stairs. Nice watching the fight, lamers. They half-rush down a hall as scantily dressed girls pass them in the opposite direction. Ashley stops a guy coming the other way and asks what's going on. The scared dude tells them that the guy's going nuts and just killed Maddox. Maddox, NOOOO! "Who?" Ashley asks. "Titan!" he says. Are you sure it wasn't Christopher Titus? Because that guy looks like he gets awfully mad. Exposition Guy runs past them, the coward. Ashley approaches the arena.