Jarel's music hits the PA as the fans erupt in cheers and the Dragon rolls to the mat and lays there.

"Here is your winner, Jarel Damone!"

JR: And there you have it, the streak is intact despite a valiant effort from Snypa Rifle.

King: And defiant to the end. Let's watch that ending again.

A replay begins of the final moments, with Snypa flicking Jarel off before being hoisted up and dropped with the tombstone. Eventually, the camera returns to the ring, with the referee checking on both men.

JR: Both men look completely spent, both bleeding profusely. It's a wonder either man can move at all.

King: Tonight truly lived up to it's name. But in the end, hell in a cell is still the Dragon's domain.

Finally, Jarel sits up again. He does appear to be breathing heavily, but he's aware of his surroundings, despite the crimson mask. He stands up again, rising to his full height and brushing blood drenched hair back from his face. He looks down at Snypa, his gaze unreadable before heading to the ropes and exiting the ring. He walks down the stairs and to the open door, through which the ringside doctor comes with more officials to check on Snypa. Jarel makes his way up the ramp slowly, not stopping until he reaches the stage. Here he turns and looks back.

JR: The Dragon reigns supreme and now stands looking back into his domain at the destruction he's wrought. You have to wonder what mindset both men will be in now after all of this.

King: They're weird, JR. This was a match they both thrive in, they wanted it, and it's not exactly their first time facing off. The better question is, will it be the last?

Finally, the Dragon turns and heads backstage