After the hard fought match with the future hall of famer, the big man leaned against the ropes and called for a mic.

He points up and the audience in the arena gasp as the most demonic structure in OCW is lowered. The Cell lowers until touches the ground.

Ed: KD. Big men like us are a dying breed. I ain't been here all that long. But I ain't a spring chicken neither.

Ed: I don't have hall of fame aspirations. Nor do I want to spend a decade of my life here like you just to get some goddamn plaque.

Ed: What I do want, Is war, not wins and losses. When I stop finding men to 'fight' and not wrestle, that's when i'm gonna hang em up.

Ed: These people are gonna get their technical masterpieces at Summercide. But they want a fight. They blood thirsty.

Ed gets outside the ring and bangs on the cell with his bare fist.

Ed: So let's give these people something that won't put them to sleep. No handhsakes. No fighting over wives and daughters. Just two of the biggest and meanest mother f*ckers that OCW has ever had beating the hell outta each other.

Ed: You got me at Lution. I got you at Savage Lands.

Ed looks up.

Ed: I can't think of a better way to take our rivalry to the next level. I'll be on top of the cell, waiting for you. Meet me, if you got the balls. Or just admit the Garden is mine now!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Good god THE CELL!!!
	OH HELLL YEAAA!!!

Tobin Frost vs Drago Cesar*

The camera pans to the announce team.