Matt Gennison would be in the ring, with a microphone in hand. He would raise the mic up and speak. "So, I've been in this business for over 10 years now. I've been against the best, people who thought they were the best, and peope who thought they could cut it, but couldn't last longer than a fart in the wind. And I'm friends with just about everybody, but there is one guy in particular that just grinds my gears." Matt Gennison would say, scratching his facial hair in confusion, as he looked around at the audience. "That one person in particular is Adam Cole. The Undisputed Era guy, former guy in my once upon time Bullet Club faction." Matt would say, waiting for a pop in the crowd but they couldn't give a damn. "Damn.. no pop, huh. I thought so. You see, Adam Cole is a skinny scrawny little guy who thinks he's main event material, but here's a news flash buddy.. you're just a tag team guy, and not even a reliable one. So I'm calling you out to a match, and I know as SCARED as you are, maybe even just walking out here would give you the testosterone you need to grow big and strong like the balls you wish I had." The crowd would gasp, as they wouldn't know if this is a work or a shoot. "As a matter of fact Cole, ******** all that. ******** a match, ******** all that babyface and heel s**t, you come out here and we have a fight like men." Matt would drop the mic, as he would wait for Adam Cole to make his puny a** out to the ring