IN MY IMAGE

We come back from commercial to a graphic airing from the PRIMEview accompanied by some acapella doowop-style music:

The graphic fades away, revealing a distressed, frustrated Kenny Freeman sitting on a folding chair, all alone…a rare sight for the Masters of the Multiverse B-Team member. Kenny lets out a heavy sigh before finally speaking up.

Kenny Freeman: What a mess the past couple months have been. The B-Team really lived up to its moniker with a loss at Colossus, and then Randall decides to go to Mexico all on his own…leaving any way to get a hold of him behind, and left me to find out via Jabber of all places that he went and got his damn arm broken.

Kenny shakes his head with another sigh before continuing.

Kenny Freeman: So now, I’m left without my buddy-in-crime, and I have to prepare for a long road ahead as we head toward Culture Shock. I am no longer part of a cohesive unit…I am just one man.

A voice from off-screen interjects, sounding awfully familiar as the source appears in front of us…revealing another Kenny Freeman.

Kenny Freeman #2: Except when you’re two men.

??: Or three.

A third voice joins in, quickly revealing a third man of uncanny resemblance. The two other Kennys have folding chairs of their own in hand, setting them up on either side of Kenny-PRIME, whose mood begins to lighten up as he speaks again.

Kenny Freeman: The next couple months hinges on me taking a chance on myself. There is a tournament shaping up as we speak, for the Alias Title…and so help me, I’m gonna go out there and do my absolute best to take home the proverbial gold. After all, winning the title means naming the stipulation for title defenses…meaning that I can mold that title, and the division, in my own image when all is said and done.

Kenny Freeman #2: That’s right, welcome to the new Trios division of PRIME Wrestling!

Kenny-PRIME shakes his head at this.

Kenny Freeman: No no, we’re not revealing the plan just yet. This ain’t no spy flick, folks…this is as real as it gets. See you in a couple weeks, PRIMEates…and Randall, I hope to hell you come home soon. Someone needs to get the coffee ready.

With that, all three Kenny…Freemen?…stand up, folding their chairs before walking away as we cut to another backstage area.