The Unholy alliance is shown in the lockerroom, with Brandon Damone taping his hands as he prepares for his match. Zarel is leaning against a locker, his arms folded, as Jarel & Janelle walk in.

Jarel looks at Brandon. "You're doing pretty well for yourself here. Last week, you beat the hell out of a former EEW champion. Nice work. Time to keep the momentum going."

Zarel looks over at Jarel. "I'm happy for him and all, but doesn't it seem like management still has a few glitches to work out?"

Jarel stares his twin in the eye. "EEW has always been run by idiots. You should be used to it. You're big, strong, powerful, and ruthless. They're going to try to hold you back. So, if they won't give you a match, make one for yourself."

Zarel raises an eyebrow. "An open challenge?"

Jarel shakes his head. "Where's the fun in that? Find someone and make an example of him. I don't care who, just make sure that management takes notice." Jarel looks at Brandon. "Make sure you get the job done again tonight. I want gold back in this family, and right now, you might be the closest to getting it. Make your opponents regret the day they stepped in the ring with you."

Brandon just gives a nod.

Jarel looks around. "Tonight, I want more examples made, or I'll be making an example of you. i'm only here as a visitor. If I have to come save your a**, I'm going to be the one kicking your a** immediately afterwards. Got it?"

Zarel snorts. "Yo, no need for all the hostility. We got the point. You want to see some aggression and brutality. I think we can deliver on that."

Jarel nods. "Good. I'll be watching."

Brandon finishes taping his hands and slips on his gloves, reminiscent of the ones his older brothers wear. "Let's go, Z."

Brandon and Zarel head out of the locker room.

Janelle looks at Jarel. "You give interesting pep talks."

Jarel looks back at her. "Yeah, and you're next. Are you gonna make your way back into the women's division or what?"

Janelle shrugs. "Hell, at least Zarel gets acknowledgement. i get called in for the tag match at House Party, but nothing on the actual card."

Jarel narrows his eyes. "You know full well how to remedy that situation."

Janelle sits on the bench. "Yeah, when the time is right."

Jarel sits on the opposite bench, staring at the monitor. "Hope for your sake, that time is soon."