Marty Scurll is sitting in a dimly lit room. As the camera comes closer, he stands up. He is wearing wrestling attire with a big brown fur coat. He is carrying his umbrella and his plague doctor mask.

Scurll: Why am I not surprised? Once again I’m being screwed over by Jimmy Havoc. Week after week, opportunity after opportunity, I have been passed over. Now this week Jimmy Havoc is putting me in a match against Braun Strowman. Strowman significantly outsizes me, and that’s what Havoc wants. He expects Braun Strowman to beat me into submission. Well guess what everybody, that is not happening. Jimmy Havoc is a coward. If he wants me gone, he should come and shut me up himself, not send his bitch Braun Strowman.

Scurll stares at his mask in his hands. He laughs and continues talking.

Scurll: So Jimmy, bring it on. I want the best you’ve got. You are nothing compared to me. The Villain is the greatest British talent this company has ever had and will ever have. Scurll beats Havoc every single time.

Scurll laughs again. He takes the umbrella and places it on his shoulder. His laughing stops and his face shows his anger. He looks straight into the camera, seemingly into the viewers eyes.

Scurll: I will destroy Braun Strowman. Snapped finger after snapped finger, he will fall before me. I guarantee you that Braun will feel a whole new level of pain. It seems that Jimmy hasn’t been taking me too seriously. That’s where he’s mistaken. Havoc and the rest of the EBEF underestimate The Villain. They forget that on my first night here I beat Chris Hero. The next Warfare, I destroyed Mick Foley in a falls count anywhere match. The week after, Tommaso Ciampa fell before me. I am not afraid of Braun Strowman or Jimmy Havoc. They should be afraid of me! LONG LIVE THE VILLAIN!

The segment ends with Scurll walking away into the darkness.