The Titantron begins to crackle and come to life as Mad Dog is revealed, sitting in the corner of a small, dimly lit, grimy room. The wallpaper is peeling and dust covers everything. On a small wooden table lies a clutter of old tools. The walls are lined with shelves, full of books, boxes, and knick knacks of all kinds. The single lightbulb hanging by a cord flickers as Mad Dog tosses his long hair out of his face and gazes into the camera.

"FFA... tonight is the night that I really show the world how to make an impact. Tonight, no one, and I mean no one is going to stop me from becoming the FFA: Twisted Flow Champion. Shadow can talk all the s**t he wants about putting me away before, but we all know that I've put him away just as many times. You want me, Shadow, you got me. But, Shadow, I don't exactly 'want' you. In fact, all I really want is the Free For All world title around my waist, and in my mind it doesn't matter if I have to beat you, Cyrus, Geoff, Jacob Meyer, or Tyler Boelock. You and everyone else saw exactly how far I was willing to push it to get in the match... Tonight you're going to see how far I take it in the match."

Stopping to take a deep breath, Mad Dog slowly stands and approaches the wooden table. Taking another deep breath he simply kicks it over. A frown appears on Mad Dog's face for a moment before he seemingly snaps, throwing chairs, knocking over shelves, and breaking everything in his sight. Ripping pictures and knocking picture frames off the walls, Mad Dog stops to rear back and punch through a glass frame. A shattering sound is immediately heard as Mad Dog pulls back a bloody fist. Shards of glass fall to the floor as Mad Dog turns to look at the camera on last time, the single light still flickering for effect.

"Twisted Flow! ...I don't give a ******** Tron fades to black as the PPV continues...