After the brutal and probably unneccessary attack from Douche McGreenGiant aka Cross, Rot is seen in the Sons of Disaster locker room. He has an ice pack on his neck. We pan out, and find that there is no one else in the room. Just Rot and the Camera. He sets the ice pack aside, and he seems to be more serious about Cross now than he was before. And we can tell this by the very serious expression on his face! Eat your heart out Lance Storm!

Rot: "Y'know what really pisses me off is that guy was my fuckin' friend. I can understand business, Cross. I really can, you wanna get everyone out of the way of your two boys; Ryan and Dante. You're gonna dispatch of Haywire, Sef, Legend, SoD, and anyone else who threatens your cause. But then you decided to do some underhanded shit after my match, and attack me while my guard was down. Instead of kicking my ass in the ring, you decide you wanna to take it personal. If I had a fuckin' white glove, I'd slap you across the face, and say 'You realize... this means WAR!' And I know for a fact you weren't trying to take me out, because if you wanted to, you could've... easily. You could've just continued to maul me because I was helpless. But you didn't, which means you've got plans. And Cross, I don't wanna be apart of your damn plans! Like the song before my last promo aired, I will wash your plans away."

He stands up now, getting all riled up. He should calm down, and take an antiacid.

Rot: "Cross, you wanna pull the kinda shit you pulled? Well you must've forgotton how underhanded I can be. I went to McMillion, and I don't neccessarily like doing this unless I have a plan. In which I do. You got yours, I got mine. Now Jerm told me, for a fact, that Ryan won't be able to team with you next week. So being underhanded, I asked for a handi-cap match. You against Con and I, and this time I'm going to show you how to kick your friend's ass the right way. You should've just shot me right in the head there, even if you did have plans. Because now you've pissed me off, and now I don't give a shit how tall you are, or who you are. I'm going to put you down a peg, see how you like it from a perspective you haven't seen before. Cross, without your height, you've got nothing. You'll be in my game, and I'm known to be the best around at it. Good luck finding a partner, douchebag."