Striker is shown backstage and is shown looking slightly nervous.

Striker: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, we'll take you back to last week at the end of the legendary Jarel Damone's match.

a clip is shown of Jed's attack on Jarel. the camera comes back to show Striker again.

Striker: Now, I present to you, the man on the receiving end of the American Born Cutter, Jarel Damone.

Jarel walks onto the camera, and he doesn't look pleased to say the least.

Striker: Jarel, what are your thoughts on.....

Jarel glares down at him, forcing Striker to stop talking and point the mic at Jarel. "Last week, Jed did exactly what I've been waiting for. Let's face it. I do know Jed. I've known him since he was a little pissant just lacing his boots for the first time while I was already a certified main eventer and the guy everyone was praying not to have to face. I had already begun the streak. I had established myself as the dominant force. More importantly though, I watched him. I watched everyone. So I know what he's like. I expected him to turn. But I'll admit, I took my eye off the ball. He managed to get one over on me. But he says he's a master of mind games. You haven't seen a master until you met me." Jarel snatches the mic and looks right into the camera. "At Wrestlemania, Jed, you will relearn what it means to be in hell. You took this from a match between two of the greats to your own personal death warrant. And tonight you came up with this pick your poison crap. Let's be real clear, i selected your opponent, but I don't give a damn if they get the job done. Because some way, somehow, you will face the full force of my wrath. You won't know when, you won't know where, but at some point, you will feel what the warriors that fell before you felt. You will feel the Draconian wrath, and you will burn in hell at the grandest stage of them all."

Jarel tosses the mic and walks off