Demos sits in a lawn chair behind a dusty news desk with curse words and 42069 spray-painted on it in a variety of colors. The masked man straightens out a stack of papers on the table before throwing them at the camera.

BREAKING NEWS! READ ALL ABOUT IT! Chris Page is a gutless wench! A coward! A loser in waiting!

He's corrupt. He's greedy. He cares more about himself than the sport of wrestling. He cares more about protecting his own hide than protecting his legacy.

CHRIS PAGE HAS ALREADY THROWN IN THE TOWEL! CHRIS PAGE IS THROWING THE MATCH AGAINST ROBERT MAIN!

My little birdies told me all about it this morning! They said Chris Page hasn't been to the gym in weeks, all of his vignettes are pre-recorded. I have heard first hand reports that Chris Page is hiding in a British bomb shelter from the 1940s.

Has Robert Main paid him off? Is Page afraid of taking L number three? He'd rather take a dive than take a punch?

Tsk tsk tsk.

Demos shook his head from side to side as he looked at the camera with derision.

Bologna! Shenanigans! Capitalist corruption, blatant and brazen! If the Demos would have faced this Page he would surely be the global unified extreme ultimate magnificent beautiful universal champion of the world!

Robert Main.....you will be a false champion until you face a true challenger. Until you fight a real match for that precious belt!

Robert Main.....if you're man enough....face the Demos one on one in a handicap match to prove your worth! Rel Dixon and Demos, versus Robert Main and The Omega and The Monstrosity. Really it's a three on one if you think about it, but the Demos knows you need the advantage. There are many a show after I win the briefcase, which one do you want, BUSTER?!