We fade in on a locker room that does not appear to belong to IWT, rather many of its logos advertise a show called AWF as part of the XHF Network. However, the pictures taped to the lockers and walls bare the visage of many IWT greats, only barely recognizable through the X's penned over their face. One person remains completely unscathed in all these images, the same man who stands with his back turned to the camera, admiring his handiwork. He turns, flashing the viewer with a familiar smirk. The feed suddenly cuts to black, chanting is heard faintly in the background before also fading to nothing. "NO ONE GREATER!"