We're backstage after the crap Rot just pulled on Summer in the ladies triple threat. He's walking with haste down the corridors until someone bumps into him on purpose. It's none other than Tim Torn! Tim looks at Rot, and pushes him.

Tim: "What you did out there wasn't cool."

Rot looks at Tim, puzzled to just who he is. Then he lifts his finger up.

Rot: "I remember who you are now, you're the chump who lost to Alia Starr in APW! Man, I'd hate to be you in public. Listen buddy, I don't know why you're here, maybe you're scrounging for money. But you won't be on my time. So why don't you turn around, and head towards the exit. Besides, who give you a backstage pass, anyway?"

Tim laughs, and steps away from Rot.

Tim: "Hamid did... when he gave me a contract here. That's right, I'm an employee of W2K now. And what you did out there to Summer, and what you and the Jerm have been doing lately, that shit isn't going to fly anymore. I'm going to make sure of it, myself. But why don't you go worry about your match tonight, after all, Con is going to shove his foot so far up your ass you'll be flossin' with his Nikes."