He looks up, and laughs that evil laugh of his.
"Oh how the mighty has fallen, how the son of man has fallen. I told you Mick Foley that you could not beat me, and I was right. Let the buzzards fall and pick up the pieces. But before they do, I have a present for you. I've already left it in your locker, but I'll show the fans."
Bray picks up his bag, and takes out a t-shirt. He unravels it. There is writing on it. The writing says:
MASTERED
MICK FOLEY'S
MIND
The crowd in the stadium goes wild. Bray starts laughing again. Then he stops and looks at the camera.
"I'm aware I had a watcher watching this match, not just anyone watching, but one with brains. Will this gifted vocabularist call me out? Or continue to watch? We shall see."
Bray picks up his bag, and walks away laughing.