*Rob Zombie's Lords of Salem plays as Grimm makes his way down to the ring, one half of the World Tag Team Titles around his waist.*
"First things first. There's a lot of people running around here, running their mouths, doing very little, and thinking that makes them big boys here in the RDCW. A lot of you punk asses have a big time reality check coming your way very, very soon."
"First item on the list: The Outcasts. I can't believe these two idiots held the tag titles for almost six months! What the hell is this? A joke? You know what else I can't believe? How easy it was to beat them!"
"Oakley, you've been like a sick little dog, running around this company for far too long. Well, at Convolution I'm going to put you out of our collective misery for good! You and your partner El Masterbeato, are gonna take a long, hard fall."
"Next on the docket. The so-called Million $ Pitbull, Charlene. I hope you liked my little gift to you at Prom Night, Charlene. You know, not every woman gets her special day in such a dramatic, explosive manner. But that's a drama queen for you. Maybe you can talk to your buddies in the Four Stooges about how they deal with their monthly visits from Aunt Flo. Enjoy your little series with Spamm, Charlene, because if you make it past him, you've got bigger and better things to worry about. You won't know when or where. But it's gonna happen. And it's gonna be ugly."
"Lastly, and leastly, I tawt I taw a Snarf last month! Queen Snarf, I told you what would happen if you came back to the RDCW, and I meant every word! I'm throwing down the gauntlet, Snarf! After Convolution, I want you on Havoc! One on one! Let's end this."
"Oh, and for those of you who want to know, it's not an Otaku thing, it's not a Dark Lord thing, it's The New Regime. Prepare for your indoctrination."
*Lords of Salem cues up again as Grimm leaves the ring.
