Mr. Rockwell regains his composure and fixes his tie, stretching his neck in the process. He surveys White Lion and raises a judgmental eyebrow.

The only thing that is going to be destroyed in that ring is you my wild friend. As for the fans, they can suck an egg for all I care. If it's a brutal match you want, then it's a brutal match you will get.

Simon circles the desk to the other side, White Lion keeping a close on his every move. Rockwell puts both hands behind his back. His head raised, he begins to ponder to himself.

Of course, that would mean a particular stipulation is in order.

The two meet eyes once again as Simon gives a menacing glare.