We JB in the backstage asking a random ref on who he needs to pin. Then he encounters the last Heavymetal Title holder not named Tiberus and Graves, but Justin Sayn SHADE...(if not go along with it damnip IT!)...he then clocks the champunnip with a crowbar, and snatches it off his hands and grabins a hammer and smashes it to pieces like what Mr.perfect did in late 80s or early whatever the fuck.

Then he pins the champ with his foot on the belt onto of his gut, while JB talks some trash to nobody in particular.

This belt has been passed along like a pipin hot potato not named Roxy Cotton... or Jane...or Do--- FUCK it. Justin, or whoeveeeer the fuck the original champin see what you made me do to it...I hope your happy with a broken belt in my possession... weather or not i get, this shall forever be in a bin

Then JB stomps on the champ some more until he see's a ref and he acually pins him once more....