Cappie is seen backstage after Hell in a Cell undoing his wrist tape. Looking up at the camera Cappie puts his hands on his hips.

“Well fuck.” Is all Cappie manages to say before running a hand through his long hair.

“This was suppose to be the weekend of Bro.” He then shakes his head as he can’t help but to let out a chuckle. “This night surely won’t be on the highlight real.”

“You know what for one of the first times in my career I don’t know what to say. Tonight I got my ass kicked. Tonight I gambled and uh sadly it didn’t turn out to be my night. I guess the third time wasn’t the charm. However it wasn’t Gamer’s or Freak Juices either. Now we go to Wembley and one of us has to go. Needless to say boys you have my full attention. Next Sunday it’s no personal it’s just business.”

Cappies tosses his wrist tape up and tosses it in the air as he walks off camera.