*backstage, we see Grimm and Harleykwin watching Havok on a monitor.

Grimm: I'm getting a little sick of all this DOOMCHOKE! business. It's fucking everywhere and nobody even knows what the hell it is.

H: It's gone viral now. The best thing right now is to just ignore it and focus on tonight's match.

A very pissed off looking Joe Mama walks up to the pair, wearing his "special referee" attire for the night. He walks right up to Grimm and goes nose to nose with him.

Grimm: Problem?

JM: Yeah, I've got a problem. Problems, actually. Plural. In addition to having to wear these ludicrous stripes and referee tonight's "main event" between that drunken piece of human excrement, Ghost Hog, and our senile GM, Paragon. . .

Grimm: Price you pay for being the champion. . .

JM: I'm also not real happy about your little stunt during my match last week.

Grimm: Hey, I just told you what you needed to hear to stop slacking off and get the job done. Or maybe you would've rather lost to Krazed like you did to his partner?

JM: Oh, please, I had Krazed well in hand.

Grimm: But yet you weren't able to finish him off. You didn't have any focus, Joe. You didn't have that killer instinct! In fact, I think you've had it too easy the last few months. You're starting to coast. You're starting to ride your reputation. You're. . .

JM: I'm what?

Grimm: You're losing your edge.

JM: I am not "losing my edge." Look, don't try your little mind games with me, Grimmonowski. I'm not in the mood. This little alliance of convenience is exactly that, and nothing more. I'm not one of your little weak minded stooges that you can manipulate and push around. Just remember that. Shouldn't you be more worried about your match tonight and not getting another beatdown by Johnny Evil's lackeys?

Grimm: Oh, we've got that well taken care of.

Grimm glances at Harleykwin who smiles mischievously and holds up a pair of red & black handcuffs.

Grimm: Anything else you want to get off your chest?

JM: Yeah, anytime you think you've worked up the guts to try and take this *points to the belt on his shoulder* go ahead and try. Now I've got a "match" to prepare for. See you.

Grimm: Yeah, we'll see you.

*JM leaves and Grimm looks back over at kwin, still holding the cuffs. She smiles again and looks up at him.

Harleykwin: Definitely gonna use these later tonight.