*Bad Company blares over the speakers as Balls Nasty steps down the ramp. He grabs a mime on his way to the ring.*
Little Grimm, I can't help but notice that you've suddenly become a Tag Team belt contender since I've appeared here in the Cheesedome. What is it you're running from? Is it your past? Or is it your future?
* The mime is struggling to get away, but Nasty has him by the throat. The mime tries signalling to his friends to help him. They are more than hesitant.*
You can't hide from me forever. You can keep putting other wrestlers between us to hide behind. One day, Little Grimm, you're going to have to face me like a man. One on one.
*Nasty applies a sleeper hold on the mime.*
And on that day, you and all your fans are going to watch as your carreer just wastes away. Slowly fading away from sight and memory.
*He releases the unconcious mime. The clown crumples to the mat.*
The monster of the RDCW will be slain; and I, the noble warrior, will claim my rightful honor. So bring it, Grimmonowski. A life in obscurity awaits you.
