Dog shot.

"Whats up now hits the arena and the crowd begins with mixed reactions, the powerhouse with a stern look walks to the ring".

Pete: Wonder what he wants.
Sarah: Were going to see, should be interesting.
Pete: Should be.

The Powerhouse: Now on Tuesday i won with someone that i really don't like to call my partner but due to stipulations had to call my partner. The one known as Pike. Not a friend of mine but maybe a friend of yours.

"Points to the crowd who cheer".

The Powerhouse: Cheer and keep cheering but it was a dog shot. A attack from a thug and highly unnecessary. Ridiculous and vicious. I call it a dog shot and it was only something a thug would do, not a human being. So you heard it. I will win my match on Friday and get to the next round. I'll help him win if i have to. I'll make sure he's there so i can kiss his but to win the title.

"Fever" hits the loudspeakers as Pike walks out on stage, shaking his head. He stares straight at Gonzo, from the stage and lifts the mic to speak.

"So we're back to you talking about yourself again are we? Well let me set you straight on one thing, I'm no thug, and I sure as hell won't need your help with my match tonight. In fact if I so much as see you near the ring I'll get out of that ring and beat your ass. Now you call what I did to you after our match a dog shot, well I call it a warning. You said yourself that I needed to back my words up with action, so I did just that and now you're out here whining and complaining about it. All I'm gonna say is when our title match comes around, you best be ready to have your butt kicked!"

Pike lowers the mic and begins slowly backing up the entrance ramp heading towards the back...