Backstage, Ghost Tank is seen with Shade and Abaddon. He is getting his knee getting looked at by a medic and growling out loud as it is touched, moved around, all to make sure it's okay. He then places the Hart title upon his left shoulder. He grins and chuckles a bit. He looks into the camera, as Steve Sayors comes into the locker room.

"Ghost Tank, I'd like a word with you, if at all possible."

"What is it, Sayors? Are you here to talk about my win? To talk about how I got screwed by The Union? Or are you going to talk about the newest faction, The Riders of the Apocalypse?"

"Well, pretty much all three. Mind I ask your thoughts?"

"I'll start with the bad... Union, you worked together. That's good. However, I made my mark when I destroyed you all earlier in the night. I took the last thing valuable to your pathetic little faction. And Scully, you won by interference. If Archie had not attacked me, you know it was going to be the end for you. Then again, I might have lost, after all, of all us, I got torn down pretty good by Eli. The bigger competition. Bigger and badder than Davids. So in summation, I know I'm better than you. If I had not been worn down by Eli, you would've been another mark on my career. A second loss to me. So count your blessings that Archie was there. If not for him, you would've lost. Believe that.

The next issue is my win over Macbeth... I told you, Macbeth. You would never touch this title, again. I told you that it was mine and I made sure of it. I destroyed you, stripped you of what you covet, and now it is mine. Let that image burn into your mind. Let that fact be forever be stored inside your brain. I once lost to you, but this time, with higher stakes involved, I showed you that your win? A fluke.

And finally, with the biggest news right now, my faction... A long time ago, I was part of The Asylum. I was pushed out, and I fought hard against the control that was upon me by Doctor Louis D'Ville. I was his Cleanser... I was his Phoenix. Now, I am Death, and these two are just the beginning of my army. These two are a part of me. We are the Riders of the Apocalypse, and we will descend upon you all, until we own every. Single. Title. In. This. Company.

That answer your questions, Sayors?"

Shade begins pushing Sayors and Abaddon pushes the cameraman back out of the locker room, as a medic continues to aide in taking care of Tank's knee.