Backstage, we see Charlie. He's talking to camera
Charlie: At Convolution, The other members of the IV are facing the Sudden Death Connection. That's fine by me: I've beaten Penwing before, and I may have come up short against Captain Sammitch but so what? MisterJLA's the World Champ, he can handle it. Me though? I got a different objective.
Monroe: I think we all know what this is gonna be.
[Charlie: Now, I know Grimm's back, but I don't care. I broke that man's damn ankle, so I think he can take a hint and stay outta my way. But there's one guy, he's not gonna get the chance. I'm talking to you, SPAMM.
Suddenly, Charlie snaps, yelling at the camera
Charlie: I WANT YOU SPAMM! I DON'T CARE HOW MANY MEMBERS OF THE mWo I HAVE TO BEAT! I DON'T CARE WHOSE ASS I GOTTA KICK, I'M GONNA GET YOU AND I'M GONNA BREAK YOU! AFTER I'M DONE WITH YOU YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO CRAWL AWAY, LET ALONE WALK!
Monroe: I really wouldn't want to be in SPAMM's shoes right now!
Louie: I wouldn't want to be in SPAMM's shoes ever!
Charlie starts pacing back and forth, his rage boiling over
Charlie: I cost you your shot at the RDCW Title at Prom Night, SPAMM, remember that? I grabbed you by the leg and ripped you clean off that damn ladder. That's gotta sting, right? Here you are, a veteran wrestler, right back to the early days in Evil Cunt wreatling when you were hanging out with with Big Johnny Evil, and a rookie like me takes your one and only chance at the big time. For 10 years or more you've been a joke act, and I just stole your one and only chance at legitimacy. Hurts, right?
I'm offering you you're only chance at redemption, You beat me at Convolution, you got your legitimacy, you might just get taken seriously. How about it, huh?
The camera cuts back to ringside...
