We open up on a shot of a briefcase sitting next to a picture of The Rocket with the SKCW North American Championship slung over his shoulder. We pan away from the picture to the man himself standing in front of a mirror with a grin on his face.

“I just flat out don’t belong in the same ring as Tom Armetta?” He begins laughing for a moment or so. “Check it out, Tom!” He says scratching his chin. “If that is your real name… If anyone in this match doesn’t belong in the same ring with someone it’s You, Kleen, Winterborn, Alexander Pierce and Brian Juneau that belong in the ring with ME!” He says somewhat fiercely and with emotion behind his words. “You see, I have been all over the world with PDub and I don’t know what the hell is going on with him lately but tonight I am going to fix it.” He says with a nod and a grin. “My friend, you are NOT the same guy I used to ride with. You are a ghost of that guy and that’s really not a good position for you to be in.” He taps the side of his head as he continues. “Tonight, my boot with meet the side of your head and hopefully, for your sake, that brings the old you back.” He turns away from the mirror to face the camera.

“Christopher Kleen!” He points at the camera. “Dude, you and I are on a collision course and believe me whenever I say that I am looking forward to the chance to beat your stupid face in.” He grins at the camera. “See, I haven’t forgotten about all the sh*t you put Drew Stevenson, Phoenix and myself through with your little buddies right before I left.” He shakes his head from side to side. “I never forget those who wrong me. It’s just too bad that the collision course we’re on isn’t scheduled for tonight.” He shrugs his shoulders and continues. “Then there’s you, Tom… I mean what can you say?” He folds his arms across his chest. “I mean, I don’t like any the guys in this match but even I know that no matter what you do, you never and I mean NEVER stick your nose or penis in another man’s marriage.” He taps the side of his head again and then points up. “God gave everyone a brain… Were ya absent that day? Did ya not get the memo?” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Alex, listen to me… You and I have had our battles but tonight, tonight I am going to do you a solid.” He nods his head up and down. “You see, I don’t like you or the other guy but Tom has made a special enemy out of me today.” He shrugs and shakes his head. “He’s a little too full of himself, ya know?” He nods his head and grins again. “Tonight is real simple for every guy in the ring. You pull your weight and there won’t be problems.” He looks down at the table in front of him with some playing cards on it and grins. “I’ve got a case for something I don’t want but you know what they say.” He flips the card over to reveal a joker. “You’ve always got to have an ace, or in this case a joker, in your back pocket.” He grins and holds up the joker card in his hand. “Ya see, I don’t like to lose and the one thing that me and this card truly have in common are that we always figure a way out.” He smiles and sets the card back down on the table.

“Catch you boys later this evening.”

He grins and walks out of frame laughing.