The scene opens up in a castle in Great Britain. The camera pans around showing a few portraits of Crimson Tide. It also shows what appears to be some family portraits. And even Xavier and Atlas have a portrait on the wall. It picks up an image of a few weapons from the middle ages. The camera then goes into another room where a round table is set up in the middle of the room. Suddenly two large doors swing open and Crimson Tide appears. He is wearing a large black trench goat and is carrying a large torch. He walks right towards the camera with a very serious look on his face. He then places the torch on a stand by the wall. And sits down in one of the chairs that is set up with the round table. He rolls his head around twice and relaxes a bit. He thens looks down and away from the camera. And he begins to speak.

[Crimson Tode]: Welcome to my home! It seems like you have been here many times before. And that is when I had guests with me. Today I am alone. Yesterday I was alone. And tommorrow I will be all alone. Because I need no one! Unfortunately Shane McMahon and Steve Austin fail to realize that! They fail to realize that I am...my own man! And I plan to make a name for myself. I am currently the North American Champion! For those of you who are counting. Or for those that are unaware. I have captured the North American Title more than anyone in the history of the XWF! Unfortunately, I don't have a residence there. But what does it matter? America! Great Britain! Canada! I hate them all! But I especially hate the uptight and over confident Canadians! And in one night I will have the chance to take out two of them! On one hand you have Chris Benoit. A man who claims to be so techinical! But come Sunday Night on Smackdown! I will do what his name says....and I will cripple him. He might be a techinical guy! But I am a hardcore, highflyer. And I don't stay on the mat long. On the other hand you have Bret Hart! And Sunday Night I will play the role of the Hitman. I will hunt both those Canadians down. And I will torture them. I will make them submit to the burning gods! To the evil forces within. And will come out the winner. I don't need War Machine. I could careless if he is in my corner or if he decides not to show up. This isn't about him. This is about me and Benoit! This is about me and the man who plans to screw me. He won't go through with it I promise you that!

Tide finally looks up at the camera and has a demented look on his face. And he continues to speak.

This might be a tag team match with no meaning! But it's more than that to me! I plan to continue my little streak. I plan to continue my slow and quiet domination. I don't want anyone to give their blessing to Crimson Tide. I want them to hate me. I want them to despise me. And that is what I have done my whole career! People don't realize what I am capable of. And you can stop me when I sound like a baffiling idiot. But I am just trying to get a point across the best I can. I tell you to fear me...and you decide to go against my wishes! That is fine with me! Because I'm not the one who has to answer to the devil himself. So if you decide to mess up your life my fooling with Crimson Tide. Then you may go right ahead and do that.

Suddenly Crimson Tide stares up at the torch on the wall. The glare from the fire is in his eyes. He then gets a dead stare in his eyes and turns his eyes to the camera man.

You! You come into my home and disrespect me by making me talk about my match this Sunday!? You make me upset the gods belows? And turn me into a sinner? Get out! Get the hell out! Stay out of my home! And never come back! Or just like Benoit and Hart! You will be simply executed....Tide style!

The camera man hurries out of the house. The camera crew is a bit confused. They don't know why Tide just snapped like that. They shut everything down and the scene fades to black.