Caliban sits cross legged on a pool table that some how ended up being stored in the room he emptied for his private preparation time, we can hear the remnants of Angelus's last promo playing off on the speakers

So the man who threatened to beat the shit out of me then vanished has come back sporting a new name and look, Angelus, beautiful name, I wont claim intelligence by telling you all what it means because frankly its about as cryptic as a fart in an elevator. But you can call yourself any name you want that associates you with the light, Lake I can see who you really are, you make jokes and take shots at men made from death, and constantly taunt darkness because you believe it hides your true nature by bathing it in light. Lake stop talking and live up to your threat, you act like I don't want you in the ring but Peter the idea has been engraved in my head since the first day I laid eyes on you.

Now onto more "angels" or as I like to call them Angels of the D, Merchant you are so certain aren't you? And you have convinced your little altar toy of the same thing, you actually think you're going to walk over the 2 men who are standing back to back with the entire fucking company circling, watching and waiting for them to fail. Merchant you have grown fond of the phrase "back against the wall" buddy we don't have the security of a wall behind us, just more of you assholes laying in wait, now you tell me who is more dangerous?

Shut it off and get out