Katy catches Rex as he is being examined for ability to compete in the Last Team Standing match later in the night
Katy: Rex, how's your back feeling after last weeks match with Biggfoot.
He smiles and shakes his head
Rex: Oh it feels like a million. A million cracks, sprains, bruises. But that doesn't matter. You see I know what the GM is doing. He's trying to weaken me and my partner Acrolyth.
Katy: Where is Acrolyth?
Rex: Focus Katy. He's handling some business. As I was saying, Jay or Mr M, or whatever name he's going by this week is trying to tear us down. Trying to break us. Guess what? I'm still here. Acrolyth is still here and as long as I can draw breath into my body and force myself back to my feet, I will keep coming back. MOB, you're going to have to kill me to keep me down. And Biggfoot. You may be bigger than I am, but you don't have what I have. I've got heart, guts, determination and a never say die attitude. They say whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I'm still standing.
Katy: Actually your kind of sitting down. *she smirks*
Rex: Really? You want a word with me and you throw out that pathetic excuse for a joke? Biggfoot, I've asked for a match with you. If you're a man, you'll accept. And if you beat me, IF you beat me in that match, without interference, you will have earned my respect. As far as I see it right now, you're nothing but Jay McBang and Omerta's dancing puppet.
Katy: What about the title match?
Rex: The title match is at the PPV. Tonight, Acrolyth and I take it to the next level, win, lose, or die. We're ready, are you?