The camera spans across the crowd as the show returns from a commercial break. The commentry team is talking about Summerslam and how it was a momentous PPV. Some pictures are shown of the night and once the pictures stop the arena goes dark before the music hits, bringing the lights back alive. Wolf walks out, the crowd popping after his match at Summerslam, he holds both arms to the side and stands at the top of the ramp for a bit before making his way down the ramp. Rolling into the ring and walking over the the other side to be handed a microphone. "Hell-O EX- OH- DUSSSSSS!!!" he screams and the crowd responds with the same fervour. "Oh it is goood to be back in this ring after the night we had at Summerslam! It was awesome winning at my first pay per view and in a tag match at that.... I wanna give a shoutout to Ben Song for giving me that spot." "Tonight, tonight we have another tag match. Tonight we're facing an experienced tag team, the odds on favourite to win it all.... heck, they wouldnt be called Kings of Wrestling otherwise. Tonight, inspite of my result at summerslam, I am an underdog. And I relish that... I fucking love it. Because the favourites rarely cause an upset. The favourites are expected to win, those same expectations... they may weigh them down... And if they make one mistake, if we get one chance me and Frost, we wont need another." "They come here with a lot to lose - Momentum, pride, brand value, legacy...." A smirk breaks across his face as he looks around the arena. "But we got nothing to lose. And, you know what they say... Nothing more fearsome than someone that doesnt have anything to lose. And a hell lot to gain." "So underestimate us, forget to even consider us as worthy opponents... It's okay." He looks straight at the camera with a stern gaze. "We will gladly remind you"