*Somewhere outside the CheeseDome, Grimm sits, holding the World Heavyweight Title in his hands. Harleykwin stands over him, whip in hand and smiling. Grimm starts to speak.
"Apparently the powers that be have decided that Nowhereman is worthy of the first shot at MY World title. At the Randy Rumble, no less. Well that's fine because I have a point to prove to Nowhereman. You see, the Hellions have been here a long time, both together and separately.
When we came to the RDCW, there were a lot young wrestlers being brought in. A lot of young wrestlers being made promises to. A lot of young wrestlers being told that they were the future. And a lot of old timers still clinging desperately to their spots.
The old timers refused to make way for us. So we made our own way. The young lions outlasted the old guard, and the future has come to pass.
But now, Nowhereman has become the thing he once fought so valiantly against. He's become one of those old wrestlers, hanging around, desperately trying to keep his spot and jealously guarding against the young lions of today.
But you see, the students have now surpassed the teacher. The people that Nowhereman once taught have now gone on to become legends. While Nowhereman remains a bitter old man.
The Hellions were a great tag team. But the Dark Lords have surpassed them.
Your students became great wrestlers, but my students will become legends.
You were a legend yourself once. But now I am a god.
It's time for you to retire, Nowhereman, and at the Rumble, I'm going to drive that point home to you. For I am the way to a forsaken people. I am the road to the end. I am the lord and master of darkness. Abandon all hope. For I have come, and I will lay my vengeance upon thee."
*Harleykwin turns and cracks her whip, knocking the camera out of the cameraman's hands and to the ground. The feed cuts out.
