The XWF camera crew bursts in on The Janitor, disturbing him in the sanctity that is the Janitor's Closet. Annoyed as he seemly always is, he's sat on a bench with a broom handle placed on his lap, sharpening one end with a knife...

"You guys have got to be kidding me. Is this company and this management making these decisions intentionally? Just to rile me up? Firstly, I've got to fly out to a town called Norman, Oklahoma to wrestle in a place called "Gaylord Family Oklahoma Memorial Stadium." If that name doesn't make you laugh, maybe you lived an even sadder childhood than I did.

"Secondly, either the big wigs didn't listen, or they're trying to piss me off. They saw last week what happens when you put me in a match where I've got to partner up with some schmuck. This time you've paired me with a guy called SVD. Thank God that's abbreviated because I'm not even going to attempt to pronounce his full name. Seriously, some Swedish Ikea cast off last week, now this guy? What's with this company, are you trying to fill an equal opportunities quota??

"So I gotta go against the team of Shawn and Sean - I apologies Sean Falcon III and Shawn Hero. Hero looks like he should be a minor character in one of those cute Vampire movies and the Falcon guy thinks he's Superman. Maybe they're just both so dumb they're trying to get together a brain cell between them.

"That's what I HATE about this company, this industry. You give chance after chance to these spoil rich kids who don't care or appreciate the break they're getting. Maybe it'll take a drop on the head to make it sink in...

"I just hope to God SVP doesn't wreck this for me. He better just stay outta my way and let me do what I gotta do..

"Take out the trash."