*Bad Company by Bad Company begins playing over the speakers. A man in jeans and a wifebeater steps out onto the ramp. He is also sporting a pretty hefty mullet.
Everyone here wonders why the fierce Grimm looked like a scared little school girl at the end of last week's Havoc. I'll tell you why. Because he saw a ghost from his past. A ghost he'd thought he'd gotten rid of. A ghost that has come back to haunt him here at the height of his career.
Little Grimmonowski, I know who it was that squeeled to the cops. Thanks to you, I lost over ten years of a prime wrestling career to the state farm. While I shoulda been tossing jobbers like you through tables, I was working in the hot sun with a chain gang. When I shoulda been living it up with loose women and cheap booze, I was locked up in a 4x8 cell.
The way I look at it, Larry. Since you were the one who took me outta the picture to make your way easier, I owe you one. And I'm going to pay it back with interest. I will tear everything you've done over the last twelve years down. I will make you remember 1992 and how you were a nothing who couldn't win a match. It's not going to be in a ring with a buncha other nobodies either. No, Larry Grimmonowski. It's going to be one on one, an I'm going to break you limb by limb.
