Seth Rollins is standing at the top of the entrance ramp, looking at Dean Ambrose in the ring.
Seth Rollins: Ambrose, this Sunday at Summerslam, you and I finally go one on one in a lumberjack match.
A match of your choosing, by the way. A match where 20 other WWE superstars who probably don't like us very much are going to surround the ring, and ensure that if either of us tries to run, or hide say in a birthday present or in the trunk of a car.
The moment that person steps through those ropes, one or all of those lumberjacks will throw them right back in the ring.
This Sunday, I will prove to you, and to the entire WWE Universe, what I have known all along. I am the future of this company, and I am better than you. I am better than some lunatic fringe who doesn't give a damn about his physical well-being. I am better than some bi-polar NUTJOB who should be locked away. I am better than some hellcat with rabies, who was never my friend. Who was never...my...brother. And who I never...gave a damn about in the first place.