Grime is walking out of the arena with Brittany on his arm.

Grime: Hey, D'Ville. Why don't you keep that title warm for me for awhile. I'll be giving it a better home soon enough. The Industry is here. The Industry has waited. The Industry will strike.

Grime and Brittany get in their rental car and drive off down the Vegas Strip.

Sorry for your luck, dude. I'm getting to him before you'll ever get the chance.

And as for chance... you've got none against me or him.

Hello, my friend.

I'm certainly glad to grab your attention as you first arrive here in this fine organization. May I suggest you take about five steps back though? If you were any closer you'd be jumping on a land mine, pal.

And as you can tell by Mister Loverboy's comments, I'm kind-of a popular fella around here. So, take a number, please. We'll call ya when you're up.

(04-29-2015, 07:39 PM)LoverboyVinnieLane Said: Sorry for your luck, dude. I'm getting to him before you'll ever get the chance.

And as for chance... you've got none against me or him.

Oh, I think I do have more than a chance at the both of you. Title or no title. Makes no difference to me. But the fact is, I'll be wearing that around my waist sooner than you two think.

My number Doctor...like you...in the palm of my hand.