Sebastian Duke enters the gym inside the arena for Warfare. On the television sets are all of the promos aired throughout the week for Warfare. Something catches his ear and he looks up at the television nearby to watch.

Quote:And Benjamin Crane, who lost last week to the U.S. Champion. Now there would be nothing wrong with that except for one small thing. That U.S. Champion is Sebastian Duke, a man who can't stand on his own two feet without aid from the Black Circle.

SEBASTIAN DUKE: "Bryce, Bryce, Bryce.... I've been part of the Black Circle all of 4 weeks. Maybe 6.

"I've been kicking ass and taking names since long before I joined forces with them, Bryce.

"See, there are certain things you just don't do. You don't spit in the wind...

"You don't tread on Supermans cape...

"Most importantly, you don't open your mouth and talk shit about Sebastian Duke.

"Thing is, Bryce, I'm not in a very good mood and sooner or later, you will become a victim. Not only will you become a victim, so will you're little clan of misfit toys.

"Here's the kicker. I won't need the Black Circle to back me up. I can and I will run through your entire clan of jackasses. My boys will stay home. Your boys will just flat out lose.

"4 on 1? No problem. I need a rest anyway. Make no mistake though, if I feel like it, I'll run through the whole lot of you.... solo....

"Trust me."


Duke motions for the cameras to get lost as he begins working out.