Michael Cole knocked on Bisons locker room door, awaiting an interview. The Alpha Male opened the door, a towel draped on his shoulder.

Cole: Bison youve been announced as a participant in the King of the Canvas tournament. If you win you'll have another chance at winning the world title.


"Yes Cole, that is indeed the case. Nothing fits the Alpha Male more than being King of rhe Canvas. I am the king of that canvas, after all. That ring is MY RING. I am on top whenever I step through the ropes. I dominate every week, and I will dominate this tournament. After I am the last man standing, I will then take the title for.myself...and the gold will be where it belongs."

Bison tapped his towel, as if to pantomime where he will hold the title belt.

Cole: you are confident. We have just gotten word that the first round you will be going again Salem Croft. Everyones been getting hyped up since this will be the first time you two have faced each other since your unsanctioned match.

Bison grabbed the microphone still in Coles hand, leaning down closer as his brow furrowed.

"That will be a major regret on Salems behalf. Listen here and listen good...everyone"

Bison glared into the camera.

"Not once has Salem beaten me. He hasnt pinned me, or made me tap. Hes never even gotten a countout or an escape. I have crushed him, dominated him, and destroyed him. I broke his body and sent him to the hospital. He decided he wanted to return, and now hes agaisnt me once more. Lets be real... I have Salems number. Backlash will go the way it has every single time Salem made the mistake of facing me.... with him im the ground, and me standing with my hand raised. Bison will be the victor...Salem will be a footnote."

Bison released the microphone, stepping back inside.

Cole: well, there you have it. Bison versus Salem Croft one more time in the first round of the King of the Canvas tournament.