Voice: So, I get my first win in this federation, and then get thrown into a match with the one who lost his title match.
The camera spins around to face the direction of the noise, and Distor comes into view.
Distor: Last week, I wiped out my competition. And despite what everybody everywhere is saying, I did not win with pure luck. That entire match went as exactly as I planned. Giving Anthony some hope, before putting him down for the three count.
Distor walks up to the camera and puts his hand on the top to keep it steady and pointing at him.
Distor: Tonight, Connoly, I'm sending you to the bottom of the federation. You've had your chance, and you lost. Now it's time for others to rise up to take your place. And succeed.
With that, he walks off, presumably towards his locker room.
