The scene faded from black in the middle of a locker room, Mr. Anderson was sitting on a steel chair, with his Intercontinental title over his shoulder. He stared into the camera lens.

Mr. Anderson: Word on the corridors is people is excited about this match... People are saying The Miz and I have never looked each other eye to eye. People are saying... This is one match for the ages! They are saying we should be in the main event of a pay per view and not in the last minute entrant main event of a regular show... I guess that shows what Eye for talent the Ikeda family has got.

Ken shrugged.

Mr. Anderson: Third week in a row I am scheduled to face someone for my title... I am thinking the Ikedas aren't going to be restful until I drop this belt? The belt I have restored to it's rightful place? That's how you pay me off? Forcing me to compete and defend it week in and week out? What has even Miz done to deserve the shot? Who has he beaten? He's lost every major match since WrestleMania, and I have been unstoppable since Mania! And people say I choke...

Ken shook his head.

Mr. Anderson: Injured or not I will defend what is mine with every single strategy I can think of... That was quite clear after my match up against Swagger and Ziggler, right? Miz doesn't know what he has tangled himself into... But now that I think about it, one more loss on his record wouldn't do a lot of damage... Would it?


Anderson smirked and shrugged as the scene faded to black.