The camera opens up on the Georgia Dome.  The camera goes through that halls and finds it way to Mack's locker room.  Mack is hitting a punching bag and getting loosen up for his match. 
"You know Ravishing One, our past records don't matter for this match.  The type of bikes we have don't matter.  Hell, even our past records in the WWA don't matter.  The only thing that matter is that at the end of the match it is going to be me, with my hand up in the air and you laying on the mat out cold."
Mack stops with the punching bag and looks into the camera.
"The fact of the matter remains, you might not fear me, you might not be scared of me, but in the end your Fate will come forward and you will loses the match.  Then I will move on to being the TV title and bring me one step closer to the WWA Gold."
He then picks up the UWF Gang Warfare belt and puts it over his shoulder. 
"The time has almost come for me to put this on the line.  I am the most experienced person in this match and no one else can even imagine what it will be like.  So after I kick Ravishing One around it will come down to this match.  The one that I  have been waiting for since I started this fed.  FEAR ME AND FEAR MY WRATH.
Mack puts the belt down and starts to train again.