Monk hobbles down to the ring, assisted by crutches, still looking bloody and bruised

Monk: Let's get one thing straight, I've got nothing to say to JJ... I'm in no state to go after him and to be honest I never want that beating repeated. I feel like I've been hit by a truck.

It's not been a good week guys, imma be real with you. I didn't win the rumble, even though I had the luck of the draw. I lost again on Raw as I try and cling to any chance of making a chamber match through the World Title System, and after all that I was left a bloody pulp by one of my best friends.

Monk pauses as a tear drops down his face

I've got to be honest with each and every one of you, I'm tired of holding out to try relive past glories. I'm tired of the ones I've held dearest causing me insurmountable pain, Pruef stabbing me, JJ dismantling me. I'm not sure I can take it anymore, so I'm gonna make this quick, I'm not going to let myself take up anyone's time, it's time to do what I should've done the last time I announced this...

OMB's music hits as he takes to the ramp

OMB: Woah, woah, woah, whoa, WHOOOOAHH there buddy. I was listening in the back there and I just had to cut you off before you go ahead and say what I would dread to hear come out of your mouth.

Monk: OMB, I appreciate the concern but please let me do this.

OMB: Nope, I can't. Recent times have been tough for you, I know. Ichiban ended, the attacks from Pruef and JJ. You may feel alone right now, and you may feel like it's impossible to trust again but please hear me out.

Me and the boys are having a BBQ this week, Why don't you come along, drink some brews with your old friends, at least give us one chance, just one, to try and save you from doing something stupid.

Monk: This coming from someone who has stabbed me in the back before? At a BBQ with a bunch of guys who have also stabbed me in the back in previous years, or who I stabbed in the back. That doesn't sound like what I need right now.

OMB: Dude, the past is the past. Hell all of us in 2017 at one point or another not seen eye to eye, but we buried all that shit and rekindled what meant more, our friendships, and we'd love to do the same with you. Please, take my invitation and if it doesn't change your mind, at least you tried. This announcement can wait a few more days right?

Monk: I... I suppose. Is the beer free?

OMB: As much as you can handle buddy.

Monk: Okay... I'll come along, but come Monday, I don't think you'll have changed my mind.

OMB: We'll see about that, now come on buddy, Throdis, Cappie and the rest will be so excited to catch up.

Monk hobbles out the ring, up the ramp and heads to the back with OMB