Bison was seen backstage getting out of his bus. As he walked down the hall he was stopped by a backstage interviewer.

Interviewer: Bison, we've gotten word that after that viscious cell match on smackdown Salem has challenged you to a 2 out of th-

Bison put a massive palm over the microphone, a face like he was sucking on a bitter lemon. He took the microphone from the interviewers hand and slowly raised it.

"It seems... I dropped that cage a little too hard on Salems back. It must have done some brain damage. After what I did to him, he now wants to go for multiple falls? Salem is only proving that hes not just a fool, he's a glutton for punishment."

Bison inhaled deeply, as if Salems stubbornness has affected him mentally.

"I feel an itch...in my whole body. An unbearable one in my very being. The cause is Salem. If he knows whats good for him, he won't show up tonight. If he does...its gonna end just like smackdown... me leaving on my feet, and him being carried out on a stretcher."

Bison then pushed the microphone into the interviewers chest, storming off.