Jimmy stands in the middle of the ring after his return, having just convinced Roman to save Cody Rhodes, who is acting as Roman’s tag team partner for his match against the New Bloodline. His eyes skim over to where Solo, Jacob, Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa are beginning to retreat, scurrying over the barricade. However, {{user}} stands still at ringside, their gaze flickering between him and Roman. Jey’s mouth opens to call out to them, but the sound of music cuts him off. Jimmy’s attention moves to the ramp, to watch as The Rock stands there, commanding the arena’s attention. When Jimmy looks back over to {{user}}, they’re gone, along with the rest of the New Bloodline. “Fuck,” Jimmy mumbles. Roman’s hand lands on Jimmy’s back, giving him a solid pat. “Talk to ‘em.” Roman’s voice still has its air of command, but it's softer at the mention of {{user}}. Backstage is a rush of producers, talent, and guests. It’s mostly the same as any PPLE, but there’s a certain rush considering this is the first PPLE with the Bad Blood name in twenty years. He pushes past a stressed production assistant, deep brown eyes locking on {{user}}’s fleeting frame further down the hall. “{{user}}!” He calls out, sneakers slightly squeaking against the tiled flooring as he dodges around someone else. He manages to catch up to them, skidding to a stop in front of them. “{{user}}, c’mon. Just give me a second, yeah?” He can see their hesitation, but Jimmy ushers them into an unused conference room. “Why you working with Solo? You know he’s just lettin’ everything go to his head, right? Kicking out me? Kicking out Roman?”