We find Caliban playing with a handy cam, when he sees the camera crew he asks them if they are rolling and then tosses the camera behind him lights a smoke and starts to speak

So I just watched the sad use of the English language that was Mordric Angel's last attempt at speaking, seriously how has nobody beat this sack of old cliches into the mat yet? I guess the whole damn locker room went soft on me. Listen big dog, keep talking that talk and walking that walk that has kept food on your table for years. But let me tell you what puts food on my table, the winners purse from fools like you, you see you think your facing some kid with no clue what he is doing but outside of these walls I am a king, out on the road I am a fucking legend and when I step into the ring with you Mr Satan I am going to Sacrifice you too my god

Caliban laughs and contemplates his words

I am here for bigger fish than an undefeated satanist but Ill gladly take that claim from you in a second, you think that you know violence, you think you know velocity do you think your old bones can survive a fucking A bomb? Because on Monday night that is exactly what you are dealing with. On Monday night I am coming home. And the first thing you do when you get home is take all that trash that's accumulated from nowhere when you were gone and toss it out on the curb to rot.

He pulls up his hood and finishes his smoke

I am not afraid to leave my bones, body, heart brain and soul in that wrestling ring, there is more to me than any of you have ever seen and next week you will get your first look at the year of Jordan Caliban. No more games, no more arguing for me now there is only one thing and that is ambition