The Cheese-O-Tron comes to life as Grimm's music plays. Grimm is sitting down in a hallway with Harleykwin on his lap. She's holding the World title across her chest and running a finger up and down it.
Grimm: So PenWing wants to know why I haven't hurt him. Why should I hurt you, PenWing, when you're more than willing to do the job yourself?
Ask your friend, Captain Sammitch, about the scars on his back. The ones he doesn't talk about. The ones he tries to forget about at night when he can't sleep. The scars from when flaming steel impacted into flesh. While the hands that held that flaming chair weren't mine, the will that directed that action most certainly was. And while my hands may not have slammed that hockey stick into your head earlier, it was by my will that it happened.
You see, PenWing, I'm inside your head now. You are my puppet, and when I pull your strings, you dance to my will. While the physical scars that I will leave on your body may one day heal, the emotional scars I leave on your soul never will.
I am the pied piper leading you and everyone else in the RDCW down the path of barbarism and violence. While certain people like Paragon and Willie Williams wish to drape some sort of thin veneer of civility over us, my associates and I know that such things will never work, because they are not solutions at all. You cannot control a bursting dam by sticking a band-aid on it. Such is the case with the RDCW and the actions within it.
The blood dimmed tide is come. The sun has set on the RDCW, and only those who know true darkness will thrive. Puppets like PenWing and the SDC, once they've served their purpose will be cast onto the flames as kindling. The Dark Days are now. Abandon all hope.
The Cheese-O-Tron flickers out as the cameras cut back to the stunned figures of Mike Monroe and Louie Bastardo at ringside.
Monroe: Wow. I'm speechless.
LB: We'll be back after this break!
