XWF cameras capture a door creaking open revealing a familiar abandoned gym. A single light shines down on a folding chair at its base is a tattered XWF logo. The place where Thunder Knuckles ultimately ended Robert Main apon his latest return.

TK walks into frame wearing a fancy suit and Pit Viper shades. He stops with both feet planted on the logo and stares at it for a long moment. He smiles.

"You know, folks think this logo means opportunity."

He scuffs the toe of his boot across the logo.

"I think it remembers. It remembers every promise broke. Every man who walked in here thinkin' his name was forever."

He chuckles.

"Robert Main thought forever was written in permanent ink. I taught him it was chalk. All it fucking takes is one good rain."

He kneels, running his hand over the ragged XWF letters.

"This spot...this very damn spot is where I stop legends from reintroducin' themselves."

He stands.

"Now the Trillionaires Management Group got themselves a shiny new toy. Jim mother fucking Ceadus."

TK laughs through his nose before he shrugs like Warstien after finding out just about anything.

"If they were so damn desperate for a foul-mouthed star... Why didn't they just call a megastar with staying power?"

He spreads his arms.

"I didn't become Thunder Knuckles because I'm fucking controversial. I'm not Thunder Knuckles because goddamn controversy became me. I've buried careers, I've broken partnerships, I've carried championships. When people leave this company, they're still tellin' Thunder Knuckles stories."

TK smirks.

"Now, I haven't actually talked to the new management team. I have some advice for them, though. Next time you go lookin' for lightning, quit buyin' batteries."

He steps off the logo and starts toward the exit without looking back, he says,

"This gym's got a funny habit. It don't remember the loudest man. It remembers the last man fuckin' standin'."

TK pushes open the creaky old steel door. As sunlight pours inside, a group of women  dressed for a night out and approach TK with smiles and laughter. One loops an arm around his shoulder, another hands him a cold beer, and another tips his sunglasses down for him just enough to catch his eyes.

"See, Jim..."

TK gives a devilish grin, reminiscent of a fucking legend, just before giving a wink.

"Some men spend their whole lives beggin' for fuckin' attention."

He looks at the women gathered around him.

"Some of us just walk out the front door. By the way, welcome back for as long as it lasts."

His last words were a cue for Todd to play a clip just for Jim.