Maverick shakes his head and looks towards Gerald, Mav's faithful butler, who is currently off- screen.

"Can you believe this ? Talking as if that match was any indication of our skill. That match was biased and everyone not named Luca Arzegotti, Austin Fernando, John Madison, Mason Prince and Zane Kingsley know it."

"I must admit, given the circumstances it is strange that Mister Arzegotti is attempting to put himself over you. However, due to his personality this really should be coming as now surprise."

Mav chuckles, then addresses Luca. "Luca, come on. Giving you X-treme Rules while I have to sit through normal rules? Having your tag partner, manager and close friend as 'my' managers? ...You're desperate, aren't you? You're desperate to hide the fact that you couldn't even beat a man who had broken ribs fair and square, a man who had a fucking concussion. You're desperate to drown the fact that you got 'bodied' by me, right after I bashed you with that bottle and gave you a brainbuster right on concrete?"

"I was right about you, Luca. You've descended to a joke. Fight me for real on the sixteenth, and we'll see who's better."