MJF is shown walking backstage flanked by Richard Holliday and Powerhouse Hobbs. As he turns a corner, he is met by a familiar face, along with a camera crew.

MJF: Not again...Marvez, in the name of all that is holy, if you are here to ask me another asinine question, I will take that damned microphone and ram it down your throat. With that in mind, what the hell do you want?

Alex Marvez: I just wanted to get your thoughts on...

MJF: Will...hold me back. Let me guess you want to get my thoughts on my match with Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber? Well, Alex, I don't want to spend too long talking about that never-was and his little mini-me, or I guess Dom would probably call him his father. See Alex, that was a joke about Rey being small, and that's about all I can muster about these two, because I don't want to spend longer on the microphone talking about them than we'll spend in the ring defeating them. I reckon we'll have the match wrapped up in a couple of minutes, and that's about how long I've given you, so...that's your cue, Marvez...unless you want Hobbs to show you the way out? That's what I thought.