Brandon is just walking into the arena in his street clothes when he's stopped by Lilith.

Lilith: Sorry to bother you when you're just arriving. But have you heard about tonight's match card yet.

Brandon stops and looks at her. "First of all, who in the blue hell are you?" He holds up a hand to stop her from speaking. "Nevermind. Obviously if my dear sister is sending someone to interview me, this is something that's going to irritate me. So what's the deal?"

Lilith: Well, tonight you're in the main event with your older brother Jarel.

Brandon stares at her for a few seconds, so she goes on.

Lilith: It's part of the big tournament to decide the world champion. Just wanted to get your thoughts.

Brandon finally finds the ability to speak. "Let's put it this way. I've tag teamed with Jarel before, and I've faced and beaten Zarel before. Jarel takes it to a whole other level though. When he's in that ring, his sadistic and animalistic nature comes to the forefront. So you want to know what I think? I'm in for the fight of my life here tonight. With Zarel, there's a lot of intensity, sure. With Jarel, he has this innate desire to please the fans, which means he'll put whoever he's in the ring with through hell and back, push them beyond their normal limitations. With Zarel, he's in there for one purpose. To beat you through whatever means necessary and get the hell out of there. Jarel, he beats the living hell out of you until you're sure you're going to just lay in that ring for the next several years, and then beats you some more. That being said, I respect my brother, but I don't fear him. If a world championship is potentially on the line, I'm going to bring the fight to him like I've never brought it before. And I don't give a damn how I have to win. One way or another, tonight I will slay the Dragon."

Brandon walks off