As Backlash goes off the air, a bruised Erynys is seen in the dark room, his features half obscured by the darkness, his one visible eye reddened by a subconjunctival hemorrhage. His voice hoarse and crackling as he addresses the camera

"I have always been fascinated with pride. It is my favorite sin. It has the power to blind even the strongest men, even those who claim to be immortal. I lost to you, BTY at Backlash, yet why can't I stop smiling? Do you really believe that I would burden myself with such petty, squimish things? A loss in a battle means nothing to me because I know that it is the war that counts. War... that's my game, man. I created war. It wasn't so long ago that I entered a WWF:G ring for the very first time. And in my short reign of terror, I have dismantled giants, I  have destroyed monsters, and most importantly of all I have brought so called heros to their knees and I ask you right now, BTY just who in the hell is it you really think you're dealing with?

I am Erynys Reich and I am every bit the monster that they all think I am. You will find BTY, that you cannot measure me like you measure a normal man. I think it's high time that you stop underestimating me. Thinking of me as just a man is a mistake; I am not. I am the nagging conscience of a world that has thrown itself away to mortal monsters. I am everywhere, and I am everything. I am the necessary evil that this world so badly needs. And my words, my words are not just words. My words are razor blades that cut deep. And they are working.

What I want you to do now is I want you to go home and I want you to hug your mother. I want you to tell her you love her. I want you to tell her you're sorry. Because everything that happens to you from now on is your fault."

The camera feed fades to black.