returning from commercial just before the main event, the camera comes on inside a trailer. Inside, a projector is running, the only source of light. On it are images of BBW's first world title match. As the camera focuses in, it shows Jarel's early match spear on his younger foe. Jarel's voice is heard, though the Dragon himself is not immediately seen.

"Dominance...."

the shot changes to Jarel's following Triangle choke on Salem

"Devastation..."

From here it changes to the full nelson slam Jarel delivered in transition from the bow and arrow submission hold.

"Pain..."

the blows Jarel rained down after rising again from one of Salem's innovative counters with Salem forced to cover up is shown

"Frustration...."

the next clips shows the Dragon rising again, and Salem is heard yelling for him to stay down. This leads to an attempted kick and Jarel delivering a devastating Dragon suplex through the barricade

"...These are the things I gave you on your road to glory. Your quest for gold led you to best the Dragon in one battle."

The next clip is over Salem's counter to the chokeslam, a DDT that earned him a shocking win, despite Jarel getting his shoulder up a split second too late

"Yes, you are among the few that can say they have defeated the Dragon in battle. But this is not the end."

the camera pans out to show Jarel sitting in a chair next to the projector.

"Salem Croft, you are currently the BBW world champion. Sadly for you, your taste of gold will be only temporary. You won the battle, but you have not won the war. None alive can say that they won the war with the Dragon. You hold the one thing I currently desire. A dragon craving gold is the most dangerous force imagineable, far greater than petty gods."

Jarel smirks at his own shot at the boss.

"Matt Shanahan has decided I must reearn my shot. Next week, i must face some unknown opponent. I suppose this is his way of holding me down. Perhaps the great god of punks holds the Sickness of bitterness in his heart for the defeat I handed him but a few months ago, and perhaps the damage I did to his pretty little truck. Just think, Salem. If I was willing to ambush and destroy a man like Matt Shanahan for the sole purpose of payback, how much worse will I do to you?"

Jarel rises from his chair to the frozen image of Salem being handed the title.

"Being champion is never easy. But as I gaze upon this image, I see the Sickness that will be your downfall. If Shanahan's sickness is now bitterness, yours is most obviously pride. And pride does go before a fall."

The Dragon turns back to the camera.

"Next week, my victory is merely a technicality. Whoever Matt puts into the ring with me will be dismantled, decimated, and destroyed so long as they get to their feet again. I will earn my shot, just as i did the first time. That much is a promise. But what most interests all involved is the type of match you will be subjected to. After all, Matt cut me off from my personal specialty. You will not step into the cell. Count yourself fortunate. 41 others before you stepped into that cell with me and all of them fell. I suppose you might think that makes you safe. Nothing could be further from the truth."

Jarel gestures and the camera follows the gesture. A light comes on to reveal a casket.

"I thought of this. This could work. I specialize here too. But I loathe doing anything so easy and predictable."

he gestures again and the camera follows, this time revealing a long metal box.

"Ah, Pandora's Box. I could unleash this on BBW. But looking at this..."

a image of the hobbling Salem, whose ribs were battered throughout the main event, is shown.

"....you are not ready for those evils either. There's another alternative."

this time, the camera comes to rest on a tombstone with a shovel propped against it.

"Burying you alive could be interesting. It's another specialty. I haven't done one in something like six years. Perhaps it should return?"

Jarel laughs.

"The possiblities are endless, Salem Croft. But know this, and know this well. I'm not done with you yet, not by a long shot. When at last I finish with you, you will beg for the cool dark quiet of a casket or a grave. Or perhaps another vehicle to aid your fall. I find in you the sickness of pride and arrogance, and one way or another I will have what I deserve while you will plummet straight to the depths of hell where my reign is absolute and undisputed, where no god dares venture. You have been warned, young champion. The Dragon has not been slain. The pain and agony you're in now is nothing compared to what i will do to you when finally we are in the ring again. Hold your title tight. Cradle it against your chest. Relish in it. And realize when you're done here tonight with Andrew Styles, a much bigger threat awaits you."

the camera recedes from the trailer and outside a hearse is parked. The camera fades out