The camera comes in to the locker room where the Innovator of Offense is strecthing, a leg on each steel folding chair. He was moving his hands around, looking to be in some sort of trance. Looking up, Rob saw the camera man and smiled, getting out of his stretch and standing up. He was wearing an FFA:TF black Tshirt. He smiled again at the camera and brushed himself off. "What, you don't knock? That's cool, could have gotten more than you bargained for. Looks like it's that time again, Mr. Friday Night is back on tv, now working for the fine people at FFA. Don't worry though, these people are cool, and I'm no longer trapped. Trapped under a glass ceiling. I'm free to get as high as I want, both figurtively and literaly. I'm free to do whatever I want in the ring, outside the ring, and if I so choose, outside the arena." Van Dam ripped off his FFA: TF t-shirt and tossed it to the ground, revealing his usual wrestling attire with RVD plastered all over it. "I'm also free to be myself, and Mr. Friday Night is not a spokesperson for anyone but Mr. Friday Night. Before I was told I had to hype up everyone and be nice so that I got more sales, well sales isn't my prime concern, my goal, my passion has always been winning. Now that I'm here, winning will be happening alot for me. Once again, I'm the Whole ******** Show. My name, is Rob...Van...Dam" RVD had pointed to himself for the first two sylabils and shouted out the "Dam" as he did a spinning back kick. "So FFA, be prepared to feel the fury of the storm." Van Dam then walked away from the camera out of the locker room, the camera fading away.