Meanwhile in JM's locker room...
*Vintage typing by Grind*
Written Grind: I'm wearing a tailcoat.
Carlin: I beg your pardon?
*Grind shows again the same message*
Written Grind: If they want to troll me, they'll troll me my own way.
Carlin: Don't think Staples will be fine with that.
Written Grind: He'll taste the bat!
Carlin: Do not risk getting suspended, fined or fired.
Carlin: If the Gates of Hell match happens, I think I'll have to enter the coffin with the Tuxedo. Don't think I'll be able to get dressed on that state of mind.
*Typing, longer than usual*
Written Grind: That's a problem. What about if in your state of mind you tear your own Tuxedo off? You will be doing the job to Hot Wasabi.
Carlin: True that. We only can hope the fans are reasonable enough to vote for a TLC or a Steel Cage.
Written Grind: I can be more reasonable than them.
Carlin: But do not reason with the bat, fine?
*Grind grunts and gives the thumbs up as the camera leaves the scene.*