Fyrma, Alexander McKennedy & Nate Matthews are seated in a limo, Alexander holding his 2 titles close to his chest while Nate & Fyrma sit there, Nate without anyone. Fyrma & Nate drink wine from large wine glasses, while Alexander chugs yet another beer, throwing it to the side, forming a pile right next to him.

Fyrma: What a Money in the Bank, am I right? So many twists and turns, had me on the edge of my seat! What a show, and what a night for Cassius-Gun! We brought the Money in the Bank home, thank you Vitamin, Cassius & Alexander brought home the Tag Team titles from Neon Genisis Overrated, and to top it all off with a nice bow, Alexander kept the Openweight title held tightly in his grasp. What. A. Night. But, as nice as reminiscing about the past is, we only live it once. We have to start thinking about the future after. And for Cassius-Gun, it’s starting to look promising. Nate, Alexander, any words?

Alexander: I’ll begin. P1, me and you fought for this Openweight title tonight, and I took it home with ease. You talked all this talk about you ruining my spotlight in the past, but no longer. I beat you. I got revenge for everything that came out of your now shut mouth. Now, remind me of something. Didn’t you say that I was going to be laying in that ring, with you becoming the Openweight champion? Well, your prediction was wrong. Turns out, it was you who laid in that ring. You let Smackdown down, P1. You hyped yourself up, just to be shut down. But you’re not the only one who found themselves being shut down by me. Steve Chandler & Genesis were also shut down. Fuck Cassius-Gun. Fuck Cassius-Gun. Is that the only thing that you know how to confidently say? You and P1 both said Fuck Cassius-Gun. But in the end, both of you just simply couldn’t stick up to your words. Now all 3 of you were left on your back, and I stood tall, with 2 pounds of gold slapped right on my shoulders. Like how it always should’ve been.

Nate: “Manic, you addressed me in a promo and talked about how I was your next challenger. The thing is, we aren’t fed those opportunities. We earn them, just like we did all the other times. Now, look where we are. Looking in the future, I can see a bright vision, and one that WILL happen. I will become your Pacific Champion, and dominate that division, and take both your privilege to call yourself a champion, and your right to even speak my name. Remember who you’re messing with, Manic. You’re finding yourself in a fight with one of the originals of Cassius-Gun, Nate Matthews. 1 time Trios champion, and one time United States champion, no matter how short those title reigns may have been. What counts is the future. And your future with that Pacific title is ending very, very soon.”

Fyrma: “Now, Alexander & Nate called me for a very special mission. They admired my speeches, and wanted me to speak for them. So, starting now, I will be the gunpowder of Cassius-Gun. I will be their manager. Accompany them to the ring, speak for them in the backstage, party with them when it’s all said and done. Like right now, we’re partying like kings! Well, 3 kings. The rest of Cassius-Gun decided to take the other limo to the next Raw. Then… if they’re in the limo heading to Raw… why is Alexander & Nate with me? Huh. Weird. Maybe… they worked out a deal with GM Steve? Maybe… Alexander McKennedy & Nate Matthews… are on Smackdown! Because you’d be right. We’re coming to Smackdown for a special announcement, very soon, in fact. Maybe… you’ll even hear it this Friday. But, enough getting ourselves all in the competitive spirit! We have drinks to empty! To Cassius-Gun!”

Fyrma holds up his glass, Nate & Alexander hitting their wine glass and beer can, colliding with Fyrma’s and making a clicking noise as the 3 drink, the promo ending with the 3 bringing their drinks to their mouths to begin drinking.