A backstage interviewer waited nervously for the tiranic Bison to pass.

"Bison, you accepted Salems challenge for a tag match. What everyone is wondering is...have you found a partner?"

Bison put his massive hand in the interviewers face to silence him.

"What was that? A tag match? Is that what you think this is? Against who? Salem and some toddler? You think thats a tag team? How old is that Bentley anyway? 5?6? Boy looks like he just graduated out of his Huggies. No no no...this is not a tag match, this is a massive joke being told by that clown Salem Croft."

Bison stepped to the side revealing a lanky man with a mane of greasy hair and scraggly excuse for a whispy mustache and stubble beard, looking like a discount Adam Driver dressed like hes going to a renaissance festival.

"This is cameron bizzle.he decided to try wrestling after working at the medieval times as a knight. Hes more than fitting for this circus act. Make no mistake though...this wont be a tag match. This is all just a stunt to add mockery to a match between me and salem...cameron, and that kid, will merely have apron side seats to the show of me destroying the copperhead."

Bison looked into the camera.

"Salem...make your jokes while you can. Once that bell rings, your buffonery stops. I will break you.. i will wreck you...I will dominate you...and then I'll stuff you in your tiny car like the clown you are and send you packing to the hospital ..you can forget all about GB, you won't be in any shape to be challenging him once I'm finished.... this is the curtain call for your career."

With that he pushed the camera away and headed towards the locker room.