Brantley is seen in a room that looked like an office, with a shelf of books on each side of the room, and a leather, rolling chair. Brantley was sitting in said chair behind an oak desk that had a lamp, some neatly stack papers, a pen, and Newton Balls. Brantley is dressed in a suit and is turned around in the chair not showing his face.

"No! What has he even done?! He doesn't deserve anything! GOOD DAY SIR! I SAID GOOD DAY!"

Brantley turns around to face the camera and has a talking device in his ear. He looks shocked but begins to speak.

"Do not, spook me like that! I was on the phone with a ex-future client. Now, I know you may be asking yourself, 'A client for what?' Well that's what I'm here to tell you. I must tell you, it is an interesting story indeed, so sit back and listen."

Brantley starts making the evil 'Finger Pyramid of Contemplation.'

"You see, after beating Nuke Fusion, I earned a match for a newly created WWE:E championship called the 'Asylum' Championship. It is a 'Hardcore' type of championship for those who didn't know. Well, not only did I earn that, but I also realized, 'What else is there to do here besides get their first owner and current owner fired?' There was nothing else that could come close to that accomplishment, not this new championship, not winning the tag championship, not even the WWE:E Championship it self comes close. I then decided, I'll do something WWE:E has never had, well, never a good one. I decided, I will open my managerial services to the wrestlers of WWE:E. I mean, I know there's, what's his name... Disciple's manager. But does anyone really care who he is? The only name I could think of about him was James Mitchell. That made me think. I thought long and hard about this and decided it was the right choice."

He then starts to chuckle to himself thinking about the future he will have as a WWE:E manager.

"Well... I plan on coming out with a person that has my services for their matches, helping them, coaching them, etc. You might be shocked, you might not, but I tell you this, you will recognize the talent pool and how much better they got with me in their corner. Good day sirs."

The cameraman then starts backing up as Brantley got up and shut the door on the cameraman. Afterwards the camera starts to turn black until nothing could be seen.