The camera shows a very focused Brandon Damone walking in backstage, having just arrived at the arena. He stops as Jarel Damone steps into his path. The crowd in the arena cheers.

Jarel: "Tonight is a bit night for you. You're in a match I've only ever witnessed against it's innovator."

Brandon rolls his eyes. "Yeah, and you're up against the guy I beat in my WWFG debut. What's your point?"

Jarel stares down at him. "We may not be teaming here, but my lessons don't end. Tonight you have the opportunity to dethrone a 'god'. You're at a size and strength disadvantage. What sort of strategy do you have?"

Brandon stares back at him. "You know I'm always at a disadvantage. But one advantage I have, I graduated from the Dragon's Den. I was one of your first graduates. If there's one thing I can do, it's hold my own in a fight."

Jarel nods. "True, but those that call themselves gods in this business have a different mentality. It allows them to create the worst matches, like Pit of Hell. They may be egotistical, but skill speaks for itself."

Brandon narrows his eyes. "When 'god' meets Dragon, what's the result, big brother?"

Jarel smiles." The Dragon renders the god mortal and reigns supreme over the kingdom."

"Good, then you know the end result of the night." Brandon walks off.

Jarel watches him leave. "In the words of the Undertaker, sometimes it's hell trying to get to heaven. Time for the Soaring Dragon to learn it for himself."