Fade in on a montage of Bobby and Dee Cage taking in the sights in Berlin several of the shots showing Cage stopping to sign autographs for fans the meet,it's fiarly obvious that the German's enjoy the convict and have no problem making sure he knows it.
We see all the usual touristy stuff and the two enjoying a dinner in a nice restuarant before the montage finishes and we're left with Cage walking next to the remnants of the Berlin wall late at night.
Cage:Germany...you know I always liked it here,we'd come through once or twice a year in FHW and it was always a good time. Most people think of them as the Nazi's in WWII or just accented foriegn terrorists in our action movies but I've found the germans to be nothing but warm friendly people who love themselves some wrestling.
It's good to be back and I'm glad that the week I'll be performing in front of them is the week I have an all but guarenteed victory. I mean I'm supposed to be scared of Rage? Lackey of the seven deadly sins or not he's still a follower to a man I've beat twice Damon Synn and I intend to make him look like just as big a loser and a joke as I made his boss. I know he think he's going to win and I appreciate the way he didn't run his mouth and actually showed some respect so I'm going to try to do likewise and keep it civil but he is a hundred percent wrong about me deserving to be the champion.
I have given everything I have to this buisness,I've left blood and body parts on six..
He pauses a moment and pulls out his phone making a quick call.
Cage:Dee..hey wasn't Killing Ground '07 at the base of Mt. Erabus right? Thought so. Thanks babe.
He hangs up and turns back to the camera.
Cage: Sorry all seven continents. Hell I even lost a toe in Japan,and I never gave up. I have earned a world title a dozen times over and I don't plan on letting anyone or anything keep me from finally getting one. Not Rage,not the True British Bitch Johnny Brown,and not even Nick Jones. London Brawling is going to be my night,the culmination of an entire career spent kicking asses and breaking bones,and once I'm standing at the top of the mountain looking down at all the broken and battered challengers I've left behind me I'll know that I've finally made it...and I will NEVER give that title up. I will be ninety years old and on my deathbed before someone finally manages to pin me long enough to win it.
So get ready boys,be prepared for a man who is driven beyond all others,Berlin,London,hell I couldn't care less if it was Timbuktu,I'll be taking the belt back home with me and by the time we hit the good old U.S. of A. I'll be gripping it so tightly that no one else will hold it until the day I die.
Ich bin ein Meister!
