As Dion was heading to the locker room, a reporter for FG came up to him. "Dion! Dion! Quick question for you"

He turned to the reporter. "Let me guess. You want to know what I'm doing back here, don't you?"

The reporter looked shocked...and a little scatterbrained. "Well...I-I-I was g-g-gonna ask ab-b-bout-"

"Well, let me save you the effort and I'll just say it," Dion said. "The last time I was here, I was close to winning the WWF:G World Championship. However, due to some family matters, I had to resign from F:G. I did this quietly, as to not cause an uproar with the walkout that occurred not that long ago."

"When I had heard that F:G was on the brink of the end, and was going to reformat itself, I had talked to Jed about returning. I'm a few months wiser and a great veteran that can teach the new guys and gals a thing or two about ringwork, and thought my presence would be beneficial. So here I am, ready to get back to work."

Dion turned away from the reporter...only to come back and face the camera. "Oh, before I forget. I want those of you watching from the monitors backstage to take a notice of what I did to Zelden in the ring. Normally, I tout around as the nice guy, but he and I, we have a history. Obviously, it isn't over, but it will be...by my hand. He is simply a cub, and I am the lion that will humble him and teach him respect...if that means that I have to sharpen my claws. And don't think this means I will not bring my A-game to other matches. It is the Era of the Paladin...and it is high time that you all had the chance...to Hear. Me. Roar."