Silva makes a bold prediction

(Babos still lies face up on the mat after a brutal match against Silva)

(Silva moves to the ringside area and grabs a microphone before going back into the ring)

Silva: Weaklings sitting here in attendance, or at home, I am the Portuguese God of Wrestling! And! I am your Mr God In The Bank.

(A wave of boos echo from the crowd)

Silva: Ascendance is coming. At Ascendance I take my RIGHTFUL spot at the top echelon of this company. And whether is be that sick old mutt Wolf, or that Union Jack-off Andrews. I WILL MAKE THEM TAP. I WILL HAVE THE MONEY IN THE BANK, AND I WILL CASH IT IN ON THE MAIN EVENT. I will be YOUR champion.

(The crowd explodes with angry boos drowning Silva in its noise as he soaks it in)

Silva: You're welcome weaklings.

(Silva drops the mic and leaves)