Cameras zoomed in on the Dream as he prepared for his match backstage. He stood in front on a large trunk and held the bundle of barbed wire out he used last show to wrap his entire fist and closely inspected it. After moments of self-debate he suddenly tossed it to the side and began shifting around the trunk once again. "Nah."

A lone interviewer approached approached the man of dreams and cautiously held up the microphone to speak. "Excuse me, mister Leone? Do you have a moment to answer a few questions before your match?"

Cyrus glanced up at the interviewer for only a moment before returning to his gaze to the trunk. "Of course, I always have time to deal with interviewers' dumb a** questions. Go right ahead."

The interviewer immediately lifted to mic to speak as soon as The Dream gave the go-ahead. "What are your thoughts about tonight's match? They have you scheduled for a firs-"

"I absolutely hate it, dumbest idea ever!" Cyrus said bluntly as he pulled a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire out of the trunk and gave it a few swings. "We're in the most extreme wrestling business there is and I get scheduled for a first blood match? The bookers must have something against me... Nope!" The Dream set the bat down and glanced back in the trunk. "First blood is a complete joke if you feel as strongly as I do about this type of stuff. I bet one of us gets busted open in the first five minutes of the match!"

"Fair enough." The interviewer retorted before continuing on with the interview. "What about your opponent? What are your thoughts of being in the ring with AJ Warner?"

"Now that... is a good question!" Cyrus looked at the announcer with a smirk as he pulled out his trusted ally, the steel chair wrapped in barbed wire. He leaned it on his shoulder before continuing. "I haven't had the pleasure of being one on one against the Bad Chyld in a very long time. The man knows what it means to be in matches like these. It's a shame we're limited to a first blood because this match-up had the potential to be the match of the generation." He pauses as he reaches down into the trunk to pull a light tube out. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be back here in five minutes." The Dream walks away from the interviewer and out of sight of the camera to make his entrance.