This time, T just picks up her title and shoves it on her chest. He then walks away from her, but turns around to say some last words.

Well Tula, you got me so good. So good, that you made me realize that you are right, all I do is stalk those who are less fortunate to have a meager 24/7 belt that I just waltz in and roll them up like a Griffin joint, and smoke the ashes of the ref counting the fall.

Maybe I would like to be in the record books, but oh well... better to remain in the shadows, then hog all the spotlight. You are a superstar, i'm just a fighter... a nameless, heartless one. That G-String of Kenzi has more worth, then your words you shall ever speak in the public eye.

Since im not wanted here.... i'll leave you alone with your own precious title. I'll be watching you from afar, you in Anarchy....Tula.