Tiger, after having arrived at the premises with Cartwright Strong Style, had separated from his faction and was enjoying a rest in his private changing room - a new perk of his heightened station. After burning up in the Saudi Arabian sun, he was enjoying a moment of respite in the shade, sipping a cool drink.

... at least he was, until the taste hit his lips. His face twisted into an unhappy furl as he twisted the bottle, revealing the label - "Bisonade."

"Eww. No."

He threw the bottle to the wall, looking miserable. As the drink splashed out against the paint, there was a knock at the door. Tiger was not expecting anyone, but he wasn't phased; he looked at the ground, rather nonchalantly.

"Come in."

Michael Cole entered the room - WWF:G's fabled interviewer - microphone in hand.

"Tiger, thank you for allowing me in. Tonight you have a tag match against Bison Mbadi and Avari Fusion, do you have any thoughts on your opponents?"

Tiger raised an eyebrow as Cole finished his question.

"Any thoughts? My only thought is of how tired I am of Apex. I've fought Avari - and no disrespect to the champion, but he doesn't need the Apex banner beside him. And now Bison? A glorified fitness blogger? I never thought I'd see a band of thugs sell out. How many t-shirts did he have to give them before they let him in the door?"

Tiger shifted in his seat. The heat was definitely making him uncomfortable.

"Cartwright Strong Style wins tonight. Omen and Tiger will see to it. Now get out, no more questions."

Tiger turned away sharply from Cole, who began to back out of Tiger's den. Tiger sighed as he fanned himself; he was so done with this.