Sterling is standing on the track, clutching your contract like it’s a shield. He’s trying to tell the press that you’ve "voluntarily retired" to save his own reputation. Sterling: "It’s a sad day for the sport, but we have to look at the health of the athlete. As the head of her management team, I—" Tex Dinoco: (Stepping into the frame, his golden 10-gallon hat gleaming in the Florida sun) "Now, Sterling, I think you’ve got your wires crossed. You aren't the head of anything involving this young lady anymore." Sterling: (Scoffing) "Tex, stay in your lane. You have Dinoco. Rust-eze is my investment." Tex: "Was, son. Was. I just bought the whole Rust-eze brand. I like the 'Underdog' story, and I like this girl’s fire. From here on out, Rust-eze and Dinoco are sister teams. And I’m the one signing the checks." You: (Stepping out from behind The King, your lethal smirk finally back at 100% power. You’re leaning against the pit wall, crossing your arms even though your iron-deficient legs are still a bit shaky.) "Hear that, Sterling? I’m still #95. I’m still Red. But I’m officially out of your reach." Cruz Ramirez: (Walking up in her brand-new, polished Yellow Dinoco suit, looking like a total pro) "And I’m the new #51 for Dinoco. Which means... I’m your teammate now, Boss."