After the break, the fans give a big pop as Bro Canada! walk down the hallway, still high as ever over Zack Ryder's big win..
-Zack Ryder "I'm feelin' it, bro! That win has got to pull us into second place. This Sunday, you and I are going to bring that gold home!"
TJ Hart nods and smiles as Zack Ryder looks for a high-five...Hart rolls his eyes and accepts, but then jerks to a stop as Zack Ryder puts an arm across his chest..
Zack Ryder "Hold it, bro!"
-TJ Hart "..the hell?"
Both men stand outside a locker room door, where smoke is pouring from around the frame...the smoke is intense, and Ryder looks frightened..
-Zack Ryder "BRO! Locker room's on fire!"
-TJ Hart "We need to-"
-Zack Ryder "I'M GOING IN, BRO!"
Zack Ryder dives for the door, but TJ Hart wraps his arms around him and holds him back..
-TJ Hart "IT'S TOO DANGEROUS!"
-Zack Ryder "LET ME GO, BRO! HAIR PRODUCTS ARE EXPENSIVE! I GOTTA SAVE 'EM!"
-TJ Hart "NO!"
TJ Hart drags Zack Ryder against the far wall and pins him, holding him in place..
-TJ Hart "Listen to me, Zack! When has fire ever been a good sign in New Era Wrestling, huh?"
Zack Ryder gets a frightened look on his face, and the two hurry away down the hall, out of view...
After a moment, the door slowly opens and more smoke pours out into the hallway...stepping through the smoke with a far away look in his eyes and a big grin on his face is Rob Van Dam!
The fans cheer and break into "R-V-D!" chants as he looks both ways in the hallway, then shuts the door quietly behind him...he then turns and notices the camera in his face..he laughs and puts a finger to his lips...
-Rob Van Dam (whispering) "Shhhh! It's my week off. Vote RVD!"
RVD winks at the camera and heads the opposite way down the hall...
Back in the arena, the fans leap to their feet in song as Bouncing Souls hits! When the music builds, El Generico appears on stage as pumped up as ever!
-Joey Styles "It's good to see that El Generico is fully healed, Coach! He needs to be at 100% on Sunday when he steps into the ring with the ever-dangerous Dean Ambrose."
-Coach "There's illegal activity taking place backstage and this is all you can talk about?"
-Joey Styles "Illegal activity? I didn't see anything."
-Coach "You ECW fanboys are the worst. At least now we know Matt Sydal is safe."
El Generico slaps hands with the fans around the ring as his black and gold cape flows behind him...he eventually runs up the ringsteps and mounts a turnbuckle, raising a single finger into the air as the crowd roars behind him..
Generico hops into the ring as his music fades out and is met by Maria Kanellis, microphone in hand...
-Maria Kanellis "It's my great pleasure to welcome back El Generico!"
Generico salutes the crowd as they once again cheer loudly, still singing along to his theme..
-Maria Kanellis "This Sunday, you're stepping into the ring with Dean Ambrose in a-"
Maria is forced to pause as the crowd boos louder than they have all night...
-Maria Kanellis "...in a match of the fans' choosing. The options to choose from are a Table Match, a Parking Lot Brawl, or the dreaded Mask versus Hair match. What does Canada's greatest luchador have in mind for Sunday?"
Before El Generico can speak, the screen above the stage crackles to life with loud static...
The fans boo as the image disappears and shows us a shot of Dean Ambrose standing in the parking lot...Ambrose is wearing a black hoodie pulled up over his head, and a black luchador mask similar to El Generico's...
-Dean Ambrose "Before I tell you all exactly how I plan to end El Generico's existence as we know it, I just-"
The booing is so intense, Ambrose is forced to stop...the taunting chants of "ASS-HOLE!!" ring through the arena as Ambrose turns his head away and shakes it violently..
-Dean Ambrose "No..no, no, you see...once again, you MORONS all miss the point. I was planning on telling you all the live results of the Pick Your Poison voting, and thus give an exclusive sneak peek into how I will DESTROY El Generico, but no. You all have to start the incessant braying and chanting like the SHEEP YOU ARE."
The booing only gets louder, further angering Dean Ambrose...El Generico smiles from the ring, his arms crossed in front of him..
-Dean Ambrose "KEEP IT UP! Why should I care how you all taunt the greatest wrestler to grace this planet!? The man who will take New Era Wrestling to staggering heights, right after he rids the company of the people dragging it down, like that annoying masked mosquito standing in the ring."
"Shall I slam him through a table, driving sharp splinters of wood into his flesh?"
"Shall I beat him around a parking lot in Philadelphia, breaking his bones on everything in sight?"
"Shall I beat him in the ring so FURIOUSLY, that the blood pouring from his head makes it impossible to tear off his stupid mask, LIKE SO!?"
Dean Ambrose clutches the mask on his face with both hands, tearing it off his head violently...he glares into the camera, breathing heavily...the smile on El Generico's face is gone as he watches from the ring...
-Dean Ambrose "I'd feel sorry for El Generico if I cared about his pathetic life. But I don't. And apparently none of you do either."
"How dare you let me enter a ring with him? How dare you act like this isn't your fault?"
"On Sunday, when I say 'I told you so,' the booing and chanting and braying and taunting had better stop. Remember...you only have yourselves to blame."
The screen cuts back to static and goes dark...the cameras turn back to El Generico, who looks incredibly serious...Maria Kanellis tries to speak with him, but Generico doesn't hear her...he exits the ring and walks up the ramp...