A gigantic rectangular block of ice sits in the middle of a dank, empty room. Not a soul is heard or seen and what light there is comes from a pair of spotlights angled up to silhouette the mysterious frozen structure. Fog drifts in from both sides of the room, billowing until the entire floor is obscured. Soon, an ominously deep melody begins to play, punctuated by the same canned devious laughter. A disembodied voice at last breaks the silence.

"Three decades have passed since the warriors of the squares circle last knew true fear. An entire generation of them has grown up not truly understanding what it is to be terrified."

Suddenly the ice begins to fracture loudly, and the laughs grow even louder.

"Will anyone survive the deepest, darkest corners of the dungeon? Or will they fail to get over the hump in the biggest match of the year?"

The ice breaks apart and we see a long, bandaged arm rise out from within.

"None of these men are prepared to face the final survivor of the Dungeon of Doom. And tonight in Philadelphia, it will spell THEIR doom."

Suddenly the rest of the ice shatters and a giant.. mummy? stiffly steps out, arms raised menacingly.

"EBWF, prepare yourself for the end. The return of.. the YET-AY!"

The voice cackles maniacally at the bold proclamation. Meanwhile the huge mummy - er, yeti - nearly trips over a piece of ice. A little cursing can be heard as the video fades to black.