Damian Priest is backstage getting loose for his upcoming match.

Damian Priest: The King of the Ring tournament is officially underway. And it's a bit of a specialty of mine. When I got here, they threw me right into it. Sink or Swim. And man...I swam. I won the whole damn thing in year 1, and went on to become World Champion. Pretty damn good year.

Damian put his hands halfway up in a shrugging gesture, a slightly sheepish look on his face.

Damian Priest: And your boy can admit, had a bit of a sophomore slump. But that's fine. Nothing like running it back to clear out the cobwebs and get back to what I do best. Punching people in the mouth.

Damian looked straight into the camera.

Damian Priest: And Kyle? You look like you've got a pretty strong chin. Let's give it a stress test, my man. I'm going to punch you so hard that Paul London is gonna have to rescue you from the fuckin' Delta Quadrant. And I'm gonna punch my ticket to the next round of the tournament.

He gave the camera a wink.

Damian Priest: See you out there.