*"Detroit Rock City" starts playing over the speakers. Some fans cheer but others remain silent until PenWing, forehead bandaged, and dressed in street clothes, steps onto the stage. He raises his Sherwood and begins making his way to the ring to a loud standing ovation from the crowd. PenWing takes a mic from James White and waits for the crowd to settle down.*I came, I fought, I got my ass handed to me... Joe said it was nothing personal, just war... Well, I may not have accomplished what I wanted to, but I survived, and I'm still standing right here!
*Pops from the crowd.*Still, after that match, as I was lying on the stretcher being tended to by ER personel, all I could think about was why I was the first to go. What was I missing in there? What did everyone else have that I didn't? I put it all out there, injured or not, it didn't matter to me. I was willing to do whatever I had to. And yet, there I was, the first to be eliminated. Why?
And then it hit me. Joe's right, this is war. And in war, the rules are different. In war, you have to be willing to do things that most people would cringe at. Most people don't have the stomach to do what needs to be done. I'm not going to be one of those people. Not anymore!
*More pops from the crowd. PenWing rips off the bandage from his forehead.*You see this? This is the best Grimm could do to me! The Big Cheese Chapion could only put a little scratch on my forehead! Grimm, you and Pig Iron talk about pain a lot. You talk about a willingness to do what needs to be done. But Grimm, you didn't finish the job!
*PenWing starts slamming his Sherwood into his forehead to gasps from the crowd.*Grimm, you may have the big title, but you've gone soft along the way!
*PenWing slams his Sherwood into his head some more, and opens the cut, causing blood to ooze down his face.*You want pain, Grimm, I'll bring pain! You want blood?
HERE'S MY BLOOD!*PenWing takes his hand to the gash on his forehead and wipes the blood from his brow, sprinkling some to the mat as if it was sweat.*You can take my blood! You can break my bones! You can torture my spirit! But you will NEVER break me! No matter how much you bring, I'll bring more! No matter how hard you punch, I'll punch harder! No matter how much you bleed, I'll bleed more! I see now what it takes, Grimm! I see what you've been talking about all this time! You and your Dark Lords have posed a question to the RDCW, and by Gob, I will BE that answer!
*The crowd cheers. PenWing lifts his Sherwood with both hands and breaks it in two over his head.*Tonight, Grimm, the war doesn't end. Our war hasn't even begun yet! When you and Pig Iron set foot in this ring, that's when it starts, and where it ends, only hell knows!
*PenWing throws the pieces of his Sherwood to the mat as "Detroit Rock City" begins to play. He drops the mic and makes his way to the ramp. At the top, he turns to face the crowd and raises his arms once more before disappearing into the back.*
