TooRare walking into frame, hair up, sunglasses, a vest and blazer with no shirt, and leather pants. He sits down on a chair in the new TooRareMGMT headquarters

"WOODY! WOODY! WOODY!

I'm getting sick and tired of you being distracted. I've been trying to get your bitch ass face to face, but you're too busy running around with your little after school club. What do I need to do Woody to get your fucking head out of your ass and paying attention? Should i start showing up at your little pretend offices? Should I start needlessly jumping your pawns? like they're any threat.

J8? I beat him more times than he deserved. Glee? who gives a shit? Capcon? he cant even beat the worst guy in his own stable, why would I care? new guy? who the fuck even is that? and Leo? the guy whos only half as good as his joke of a mentor? Leo KNOWS he cant beat me, so hes not even gonna try. Woody your goons are meaningless, so grow up and come deal with your own bullshit. Stop sending the kids and come talk with the adults Woody

Maybe I should rejoin your beloved X-Divison and go win the title. I bet that'd really piss you off, maybe get you to grow a set and come out here and face me. Maybe I'll go win the Pacific belt and toss it in my trunk for a year, exclusively talking about what a joke of a championship it is. Are you getting pissed off yet Woody? How far do I need to go to get you to come out here?"

TooRare stands up and lights a cigarillo before adjusting his jacket and taking off the glasses

"Woody, I'm gonna tell you this once. If you keep playing dumb, I'm gonna have to go further and further. You've seen what I can do with our old pals Steve and Laubi, and I say this with love, but I liked and respected them a lot more than I do you. So book the flight from your summer home, and come have a chat with your old pal TooRare, maybe i can recruit that new kid of yours while hes still fresh. Toodles Woody, remember these words."