Michael Cole: Hello to all of you EBWF fans out there, Michael Cole here standing back stage of the Sprint Center right here in Kansas City, Missouri and EBWF’s King Of The Ring is just hours away!
Suddenly Mankind comes staggering into the frame looking more disheveled than usual which is saying a lot really. His white button up dress shirt is ripped and torn and there’s a wilder than normal look in his eye. He stops next to Michael, looking around the space like a crazy man, not even seeing Michael at first.
Cole: Mankind!
Mankind jumps as he hears his name, spinning around wildly in circles. As he comes to a stop he grabs Cole, wobbling on his feet.
Mankind: Michael! Where is he? Have you seen him?
Cole: I’m not sure who we are talking about…
Mankind: Kane! He has been stalking me ever since dragging me into a deeper stage of hell!
Cole: Well no, no one has seen him or you ever since that attack.
Mankind: Good… good… well you keep your eyes open Cole… you never know who or what might be lurking in the shadows.
Mankind staggers off, leaving a bewildered Michael Cole behind him.
Cole: Well I…
He stops as he slowly turns his head, the towering Kane suddenly emerging from the dark corner behind him. Kane stops next to Cole, looking off in the direction that Mankind was headed. Cole stands there with a look of anxious fear, shifting on his feet. He tries to raise his microphone up towards Kane but the big red monster simply pushes past him, walking off after Mankind.
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The scene opens up inside what appears to be the same cemetery that Undertaker was seen leaving not too long ago. Night has fallen and a thin mist floats along the headstones. A few small torches are lit here and there along the path, creating flickering red lights in the mist. From the darkness steps a large figure, none other than Kane. He stands in the middle of the swirling mist among the headstones, looking off into the distance past the camera.
Kane: Undertaker… It does not matter who you align yourself with. It does not matter how you try to change yourself. In the end you make yourself the joke. You’ve suffered two losses and suddenly you think you lack respect. There are people here with worse records than that and they haven’t cried foul yet. You can try to change who you are but you just disrespect yourself.
He pauses, drawing in a deep breath. His chest puffs up and he crosses his arms over it.
Kane: You can turn your back on who you are, Undertaker. But you better not turn your back to me. As for Mankind, I’m not done with him either. You’re nothing but a bump in the road to me, brother, and I’m going to run you over like I would any other little bump in my way.
He uncrosses his arms, pushing past the camera and disappearing into the night.