Kveldulf walks out with a microphone in hand, not bothering with his typical entrance. Using it earlier in the night, he certainly didn't have to do it again. But there are those times, when one needs to use the bathroom. And prior to a match is always the best time. After throwing his hat into the ring to win the gold, the Reaver merely went backstage for a short break.
"I know when I last saw you Rick, you were lamenting the new found freedom that Frank was given. But don't worry. As they say, there are plenty of fish in the sea and you'll find a Frank Jr. in no time. For now, let's focus with what's on hand though. Last time you got the best of me in that unorthodox match. Now that we're on more traditional ground, it's easy to see who will turn out as winner at the end. And this match is just the beginning of my journey to obtain the DWF gold."
Kveldulf slides into the ring and rests against a turnbuckle, awaiting his opponent.