(The scene fades in at a sold out Madison Square Garden in New York City where nineteen thousand people are on their feet going nuts in anticipation of a PWA live event. Michael Cole is in the ring, and the crowd is booing him. Cole begins to speak.)
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the PWA live. I have a confession to make. Although you see me before you right now, I have no idea why I am here. Mr. McMahon told me to get my ass out here because I would be interviewing two huge WWE Superstars. I am kind of nervous. I didn’t have any time to get prepared. This isn’t right. Well, I guess it cant be that bad. What’s the worst that can happen? I get assaulted? That wouldn’t be the first time. Remember back in WWE when Heidenreich assaulted me, and when I had a feud with Paul Heyman, that son of a bitch wouldn’t leave me alone. Anyway, you people don’t want to hear me talk about me, you want to see an interview. Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the first guest today!
(The crowd silences, but not for long when the music hits. BOOM! Fire explodes from the ramp as Kane emerges from the back. The crowd is on their feet going absolutely bananas. Kane has a smile on his face. Not your typical smile, but one only a sadistic man such as Kane can make. Kane walks to the ring slowly and he climbs up the apron and steps over the ropes and into the ring. Cole looks terrified. Kane stands in the middle and raises his arms high into the air. Cole watches with fear clearly being shown in his expression. Kane slams his arms down and fire shoots out of the turnbuckles. Cole looks scared and Kane loves it. Just for Cole, Kane lifts his arms up again and slams them down, having the same effect. Kane laughs and sits down on the chair that is placed next to Cole’s. The crowd is cheering wildly. Cole picks up his microphone to his mouth and begins to speak)
Well, Kane I have to admit to you, this is quite a shock, and actually kind of ironic. Many of us had heard that you had been rehired, but no one really believed it. I mean, the last time you were here, you lost the Tag Team Titles to Triple H. Now you have a chance for redemption. You have a chance to regain your gold. It will be Triple H and the Nature Boy Ric Flair going two on two with The seven foot five hundred pound Big Show and the Big Red Machine Kane. Triple H seems to be focused on Batista for their big match, what do you think about his lack of interest in your match?
An unpleasant sensation occurring in varying degrees of severity as a consequence of injury, disease, or emotional disorder.
What the hell does that mean?
Cole, you are truly as dumb as you look. I repeat, an unpleasant sensation occurring in varying degrees of severity as a consequence of injury, disease, or emotional disorder. That, you disgust for a human being, is the definition of pain. Pain is obviously the word of the day. Triple H and Ric Flair are soon to become very familiar with the word pain. You see, unlike most people, I have no problem with taking a fight all the way to hell, and that is what I plan to do this Sunday on Fusion, when the Big Show and me team up and destroy Triple H and Ric Flair. I have another one of my favorite definitions that will apply nicely to the match that I have on Sunday. The definition is as follows; to cause to separate into pieces suddenly or violently; smash. That is obviously the definition of the word broken. You see, Triple H and Ric Flair, I have no problem with breaking things. That is the same thing that applied to whether or not I have a problem with breaking you. Ric will not be hard to break. He is so old that all ill have to do is touch him and he’ll injure his back or something. But Triple H, that is one I am going to thoroughly enjoy. I am going to break your legs, followed by your arms, and maybe I will throw in your neck to be broken as well. Triple H, Hunter, whatever they call you, I have one last definition for you that I enjoy. This one is to inflict punishment in return for (injury or insult). That is very clearly the definition of revenge, which I have long sought for since you took my tag team titles. Well you know what Hunter; I have some advice for you and your grandpa, Ric Flair. Do yourselves a favor and forget about Batista. Forget about your big match. You have other things to tend to. And those other things’ names are The Big Show and Kane. We are out for revenge and out to get what we covet most and that is the PWA Tag Team Championships. Get ready Triple H, and Ric Flair, because I promise you, the end is near. You will rest in peace and burn in hell!
(Kane drops the microphone and lifts his arms up and slams them down. The pyros explode for the third time and Kane disappears.)