Drako is shown entering the backstage area, already dressed for a fight tonight. He's clearly not happy, and is definitely searching for someone. When he reaches the interview area, there Michael Cole is.

Cole: Oh, Drako. I didn't have you scheduled...

Drako snatches the mic towards himself. "Stand there and shut up, I got things to say. Now, you saw what happened to me last week, right?"

Cole nods.

"So you saw me out there with Bison, doing what I do best. You saw right as things were getting down to the wire, Bison's worn down, I'm worn down. We're in the moments that will decide who's really going to win, when this big burly, barely able to talk sum' b***h walks down to ringside, yanks me out of the ring, chokeslams me on the floor and flings me into the barricade. You saw that right?"

Cole nods again frantically.

"So, you've been around long enough to know what happens when you cross a Damone. Matter of fact, he knows first hand what happened to him last time he crossed one. See, last time he went head to head with one of us, he got the jump on my big brother. Hung him from his symbol, only to get the favor returned and he vanished for years. And keep in mind, big brother is the nicer, honorable one. If the nice honorable one hung him, what does he think I'm willing to do to him?"

Cole is obviously unsure how to respond or if he is expected to.

"I'll answer that for you. There's no limit to how far I'll take things. Look what I did in my run as champion. Look what I did to Nuke Fusion, who i begrudgingly have respect for. Omen, I have no respect for him. Sure he's big. But do you know what's more fun to me than almost anything? Beating up a guy twice my size. And do you know what I came here to do tonight? Beat the crap out of big backed, mask wearing, sorry son of a b***h that happens to be holding a belt that I haven't gotten my rematch for. Now, where is he?"

Cole finally gets the mic back to answer. "As far as I know, he hasn't arrived yet tonight."

"Well, let me tell you how this is going to go down, and you can go find that British mophead you call a boss to let him know. One way or another, I'm going to get my hands on Omen tonight. This ain't about Avari. This ain't even about his title, though I'll take it as soon as the opportunity arises. This is personal. This is a grudge more than a decade brewing. This is personal. And just in case Cartwright thinks about not giving me what I want, remind him what happened to his office the last time he got in my way. And let him know, that'll be child's play compared to what happens if he tries to hide the champion from me."

Drako shoves the mic back and walks off