Myrskey shows up on the TitanTron, wearing his coat. He remains silent for a while, before he starts speeking.
Myrskey: Jimmy, little boy, I told you, I don't need you and last show you proved me right. I would have won that match on my own. No one needs you! Those few, little moves you did just prove how embarrassing you really are! And you are jealous of what I've reached in my career! That's the reason, you didn't help me, when I was going for the 3 count after my finisher, you tagged in and stole it. The other possible reason is even more simple: You suck! You stole my win. And it was mine, not yours, or ours, just mine!
He raises his right arm, his hand is a fist.
Myrskey: You'll pay for that one! You can screw others, I don't care, or those blind ones you call "fans," but I will not let this one down, even if it means I have to fight both them without you. Everyone will see: You are meaningless and weak. Eye for an eye, Jimmy!
Myrskey slams his fist against the lens of the camera and shatters it. On the TitanTron, you can see nothing but the broken glass, barely a few frames that could be Myrskeys coat. Myrskey is still heard laughing.
Myrskey: That could have been your face Jimmy. Better stay out of my sight or you will be busted!
You can hear steps moving away. It seems like Myrskey left, so the camera fades.