B-Pac- "Selena, it seems as if my friend has offended you but honestly I couldn't care less. I figure I'd be nice and take it easy on you since you have had so many "misfortunes" recently... but nooo, you have to be a smart-ass about it. You can blame yourself for the Elite and Ichabod slapping you around like they did. And at Ruffhouse, you can blame yourself for me slapping your around. Personally, I'm not one that would normally do that, but like I have said so many times in the past; "I am just doing my job... and if me beating your ass is part of it, it will be done." And it shall. Screw being polite, screw being nice, and screw taking it easy on you. You seem very confident that you are going to win this match... why is that? Are you planning on cheating? Probably. It woulnd't suprise me any. It would probably even be a good move for you since you're never going to amount to much anyway. Exactly what "favors" did you perform to get that number 2 spot to start with? I bet it... sucked. So, Selena, bring your nailgun, bring Rage, bring whatever you feel nescessary because when the match is over and I am standing over you in victory, just know that everything you broght to that ring... has been shoved up your b!#@h ass!

{B-Pac then pulls the shade down and as the room darkens, the camera fades out.}