(Scott Dawson)

We heard there were these two nobody's from Indiana or Idaho or someplace running around here with some tag straps like they were top guys or something.

(Dash Wilder)

It was Ohio. They're from Ohio.

(Dawson)

Wherever. Look, which little corner of nowhere and doesn't matter they're from makes no difference. The point is that these two nobodies have no idea what's in store for them this Saturday. It's real easy to talk the talk when you're running a raggedy little locker room of dinosaurs and club hoppers while the real top guys have been forced to sit on the sidelines.

(Wilder)

Opportunity came knocking for us to get back in the game, so that's exactly what we're going to do. Now that we're free from the only company in the United States that doesn't know how to properly utilize the best tag teams in the world, the sky is the limit for The Revival.

(Dawson)

Dave and Jake, I know you're a little confused right now, but the sky — that's the big blue thing you'd see if you and your meth cook ever left your trailer in the daylight.

(Wilder)

Ooh, chemical burn. And while we're at it, I know you two bozos don't know what shampoo is either, but that's the stuff you put in your hair in the shower so that you don't walk around looking like a couple of greaseballs.

(Dawson)

Do you think they even know what a shower is?

(Wilder)

God, I hope so. If not, we'll have to wash those titles for a month to get the smell out.

(Dawson)

Smelly or not, those titles deserve to be liberated and the task now falls to us to do it. Since the Sandy Fork sissies are having some kind of personal crisis and can't seem to get the job done any more, that leaves us as the only top guys around to re-elevate the tag team division here.

(Wilder)

Don't take any of this too personal though, boys. It was always going to end for you sooner or later. You should just be happy that you'll be remembered for losing the straps to a couple of legitimate top guys like us instead of some of these other joke teams walking around in the back around here.

(Together)

Top guys out.

(Mickie James)

Your time is running out, Lacey. I hope you've enjoyed the past three months because your time holding that title has reached its final 48 hours.

For me, don't even think about calling this a comeback because I haven't been away. I've just been held on the sidelines so that with me safely tucked away the business of wrestling could go about creating new stars in the women's division. Because the reality of the situation was, if they didn't keep me on the sidelines, nobody in the division would ever be able to shine as brightly as me.

Rest assured though, that even though you haven't been seeing me on television, my skills have not deteriorated. My drive has not lessened one iota. I am the same all-conquering force that took down Trish Stratus at her zenith. Trish had been the WWE Women's Champion for 15 months and I snuffed it out in one night. A mere five months later, she was retired. I knocked her off her pedestal and she got her one final moment against Lita, but then retired rather than having to ever face me again.

Does that scare you, Lacey? It should. Like Trish felt back then, can you feel all that you've built here about to come crashing down? You should. Women's wrestling would not exist as it does today without Trish Stratus. Hell, women's wrestling would not exist as it does today without Mickie James.

Meanwhile, what the hell has Lacey Evans done? Any time you've had somebody really stand up to you, Lacey, they've beaten you. Your successes for the most part have come from challengers who were either too timid to give you their best shot or when they got knocked down just stopped coming back for more. But I don't stop, Lacey. Knock me down and knock me down and knock me down again, I'm going to keep coming, keep pushing back and push right through you to get back to where I need to be, to where I deserve to be — at the very top of this division.

Time is almost up. Two more days and it all ends for you, Lacey. Two more days and then... (A loud crash can be heard in the background)... then it all comes down.

* Bray Wyatt *

Hello there. It's me Bray Wyatt. And I know what you thinking? Where have I been? Where did I go to? Well let me tell you guys. After I lost to David Arquette, I decided to take a leap of absence in order to reinvigorate myself. And yes, many of you missed me....especially my fireflies. But don't you worry. I'm here to do everything right. And it starts tomorrow, and what an appropriate name for the Pay per view itself. Payback. Cause folks, let's face it. You all wanted to see "HIM" get back at Arquette. So "HE" waited patiently. Bidding his time and  lurked around until the perfect opportunity stroke. 

Last Wednesday, "HE" did just that. Arquette looked like he was about to claim another victory and another title into his decorated career. It was within his grasp. Then HE showed up. For unknown reason that you and I can't explain, HE decided to step in. HE dragged him down to the pit of despair, where "HE" did unthinkable things. Till now, I don't know what "HE" did, but now "HE" is ready to claim back something very dear to him.

At Payback, The Fiend returns. But not in an ordinary match or a whimsical adventure scene. No. Both "HIM" and Arquette, will be locked down inside a 20 foot high.....STEEL CAGE. Bare in mind, that this match is to make sure that both individuals don't escape with their sanity intact. This match, will decide the faith itself of HWL. And the fireflies know really well, that "HE" is not happy with you Arquette. Whether you're still unconscious, sleeping, hiding or even training. The Fiend will exact his revenge and much more.

Don't worry tho Arquette. Once all this ordeal is done, and "HE" gets his payback, he'll take that World title where it'll be safe back at the Firefly Fun House. With Ramblin Rabbit, Abby the Witch, Mercy the Buzzard, Husky the Pig and Evil Vinny. And of course with all of my fireflies.....we will all be happy. And all of you have to do Arquette is....LET ME IN!!!!!

Bye everyone. Be safe. Hope to see you tomorrow Arquette. Bye now.

* TJ Perkins *

Well well....another opportunity just presented itself. A second chance at getting back that Cruiserweight title. However, my opponent is none other than the Black Heart himself, Tomasso Ciampa. Believe me when I say this, it will be an absolute honor to battle you for that prestigious title your holding. I'm sure that your time to get acquainted with "Goldie" will come.

But sadly, that title your holding has to come back to me. You see....I have busted my ass in this company. Been Mr. Aries right side man. Made that Cruiserweight title become a top prize here in this company. Then managed to win the belt before I departed outside the company. Now, I'm here to reclaim it. So Ciampa, despite all your beliefs and all your moral. The title has to be in my hands. It's the only right solution. Of course, it will be a difficult task. But at the end of the day, this division needs a guy like me to uphold it's reputation.

So nothing personal Ciampa, but this is just game over for you....and a whole new start for me. Just you wait and see.