The scene opened up backstage on Damian Priest, who was leaning against a support column. He was wearing a leather sleeveless trench coat with spikes on it. Flanking him was Paul Heyman, who looked at his newest acquisition proudly. Damian Priest looked directly into the camera.

Damian Priest: Round two. We've already dumped the trash, and now this is where we see who the real contenders are. I've been in this company one damn week and I already know where I belong. I blasted Pentagon Jr. into another zip code, and I'mma do the same thing to Adam Cole.

Damian shook his head and chuckled to himself.

Damian Priest: Adam Cole says he's an Adam Cole guy. That's funny. You wanna know who else is an Adam Cole guy? Not a goddamn soul otherwise. You stand in front of the camera and try to convince me that being an Adam Cole guy means something. Your name ain't got no credit here, Cole. But hey, let's be fair. Mine don't either. I just got here, and Paul Heyman, the wise man that he is, decided to show me the ropes. And give me opportunities that I wouldn't have gotten if I'd've decided to walk around screamin' that I was a "Damian Priest guy". So Cole, when I go out there and beat your ass to advance to the next round, I'm gonna introduce myself to the EBWF one more time, and show 'im what I'm about. Then maybe, just maybe, you might become a Damian Priest guy yourself. Tell 'im, Paulie.

Heyman smiled as he walked into the foreground, his hands clasped together.

Paul Heyman: Ladies and gentlemen, observe Adam Cole. A man who isn't good enough, isn't successful enough, and quite frankly isn't interesting enough to merit an advocate of his own. So he seeks to denigrate my pedigree. He speaks of "Paul Heyman guys" as if that is a curse word of some kind. Allow me to recount the accolades of the Paul Heyman guys under my charge in EBWF. BARRROOOCK....LESNAR... 2-time EBWF World Champion. Bray Wyatt, 1-time EBWF World Champion. Damian....Priest. Soon-to-be King of the Ring tournament winner and future EBWF World Champion. If Adam Cole wishes to taste success, perhaps Adam Cole should be a Paul Heyman guy as well. But allow me to pontificate on the precarious position you find yourself in, Adam Cole. You see, you might think you have a speed advantage because of your diminutive size and your slighter frame. You don't. You might think you have an advantage in ring awareness and veteran instincts. You don't. You think you might be able to take to the air more and knock the big man down with a top turnbuckle assault. You can't. It's a simple tale of the tape. Damian is bigger, but he's also faster. He's stronger, but he's also more agile. He's newer to EBWF, but he has a higher wrestling IQ. By every metric, every standard, Damian Priest is better. Better than you Cole, better than Pentagon Jr, and better than every other wrestler on this roster. He is a herald of a new era of bigger wrestlers who can take flight and engage in technical superiority better than men half their size.

Heyman smiled smugly.

Paul Heyman: There is no universe where Adam Cole advances in the King of the Ring tournament. And do you want to know why that is? It's not because Damian Priest is a Paul Heyman guy. It's because Paul Heyman is a Damian Priest guy. He's got all the tools to be a top guy. And I'm just going to stand back...and admire his work.

Heyman grinned as he patted Priest on the shoulder and the two walked off as the scene faded.