Max Valentine, the interviewer here in DHW, is shown waiting. "Please welcome my guests at this time, the DHW Heavyweight champion, Zarel Damone, and his twin brother, the Dragon, Jarel Damone."

Zarel and Jarel step into view, on on either side of Max.

Max: Gentlemen, tonight you take on the only other team of brothers here in DHW and head of the Chosen, Angel and Jack Arson, collectively known as Team Heavenfire. What are your thoughts going into tonight's match.

Zarel: Tonight is about putting Jack Arson in his place. He feels like he's making history here. He ran a gauntlet and brags as if he's the first to do it. But the fact of the matter is, when it really counts for him, Arson can't get it done. Last week, the entire Chosen came out to help him beat me down, and with just me and my two kids, they were fended off.

Max: Jarel, the question has been raised as to where you and your sister Janelle were during the melee.

Jarel rolls his eyes. "I was doing what my dear brother here asked. He said he would handle it his way, and clearly it worked. He's still the DHW Heavyweight champion and Jack's time frame to cash in is getting slim. He's now failed twice. And he will continue to fail."

Max: Jarel, you started this battle with the Chosen, but your brother seems to have taken charge. Why is that?

Jarel: Did I start it alone? You assume because I went out to the ring alone, I started it alone. I did not. The Family is always coordinated. Zarel is the DHW heavyweight champion. I was merely the bait to get the Chosen out in the open.

Zarel: Fact is, Jack likes to think of himself as some kind of hunter. He expects the champion to be afraid. Fact is, I'm as big, as strong, and as tough as he is. Though clearly, one of us has more brains than the other. I don't care how many he brings, I will beat him every time. Last week was lesson one. If you're gonna play the big bad bully, do it right. Tonight, we go into lesson number two. This is simply that you cannot play mindgames with the masters of mind games.

Max: What about next week? As the reigning champion, you will defend against Hiro.

Zarel pats the title. "Another in a long line of men trying to dethrone me. But at least I can respect the kid. He was a bit disrespectful when he first broke into the business, but he's paid his dues. He's one half of the tag team champions. The thing is, next week, he has to defend those titles before he comes at mine. And in all likelihood, he'll defend those against my two children. We trained them well, and Snypa at least knows the kind of training the Damone family goes through. Coming out of that match, he won't be fresh, and when facing me, you always need to be fresh. So no disrespect to Hiro, but I will be in the main event of Blaze of Glory as the DHW Heavyweight champion.

Max: Jarel, you already have your opponent for Blaze of Glory, Ken Armand. What are your thoughts on more or less being forced into this match by DHW owner, Drako?

Jarel: I harbor no ill will towards my little brother. I understand what it's like having to sign people under difficult circumstances from my time running XCW. My problem doesn't come in with Drako, it comes in with Ken Armand. But as you saw earlier, I don't back down, and age and wounds don't keep me down. If he thought because Shadow and I put each other through hell that I won't put him through just as much hell, he's got another thing coming. Ken Armand, you looked into the eye of the Dragon tonight and got beat down. Expect far worse at Blaze of Glory, because the only glory you will find is the glory of perishing in the Dragon's flames.

Max: Any words about your opponent tonight?

Jarel smirks. "Yeah, I got a few words." The Dragon looks into the camera. "I started this fight, and I will damn sure finish it. I've beaten you both, that's no secret. You like to think that my age has weakened me, that 42 journeys through hell make me easy fodder, that you have what it takes to slay the Dragon. Let me put it to you like this. Arson, you like to play with fire. I suppose blowing up tour buses make you think you're something special. You're not. You're another run of the mill wannabe extremist. They call me the godfather of hardcore. You may just have to find out why first hand. Let there be no mistake. When Zarel and I are on the same page, there is nothing you can possibly do to stop us. You may not believe that now, but you will know it deep down inside after tonight. We're going to go out there tonight, and we're going to kick the hell out of you. There's no avoiding that. Tonight begins your slow fall to hell boys. An angel will lose his wings permanently and an arsonist will learn that he is but a boy playing with matches when he looks eye to eye with the Dragon the and Monster that shared the womb with him."

Zarel damn near laughs. "Let's get this over with. The Unholy Alliance together again. Time for some fireworks."