The camera pans around the arena to show the RWU faithful cheering wildly. Out of nowhere, fireworks begin to shoot off in all different directions at the top of the ramp. Sparks shower down in the entrance way and a figure steps into them. Instrumental music is playing. The crowd realizes that the figure in the sparks is none other than Midwest Massacre. The crowd roars "Double M" chants. MM heads down the ramp and climbs into the ring, grabbing a microphone.
MM: Well...well..well..I'm glad to see you guys still cheer for me after that dreadful match last Sunday. I fell victim to being partnered with Johnny Brawler or whatever the hell his name is. I'm surprised he even stuck around the whole match after it took him 3 weeks to get into one in the first place.
The crowd boos the mention of Brawler
MM: But I will admit that Grimmjow DID make me tap...
The crowd boos again.
MM: Even if I may have been a bit fatigued after having to carry the whole match. So now...It looks like its all even between me and Grimmjow. I crushed him one-on-one...his team got the better of mine last week. So what do you say we have a little rubber match next week? You and I one-on-one!
MM walks around the ring, waiting for Grimmjow's response