Tommy walks into the backstage with his title on his shoulder, as blood kept dripping down on his face, he decides to speak.

"What you people saw out there was pure adrenaline rush, something that made me question if I can hang with these young roosters. While Robbie is shitting on the windy city people, these are ones who kept on telling me to fight forever against Star tonight.

You people might not see me on Savage again, but if I maintain this this title across the seas on Warfare, this title will be home to the Savage and the lunatics. This title will represent those who would kill, i mean end someone's careers over this.

So Star, I am happy to tell you that... you tried your luck, and couldn't get the job done. So as my token of appreciation, I will tell you this... fight like it's your right to prove you are the best, if the bombshell title division had been resurrected... you'd be my first pick in contending for it.

So my Chicago fans, stay warm, and fuck Robbie...i'm going back to my hotel to sniff Star's sock, and jack myself off to sleep."