the lights dim slightly in the arena as the ever familiar chords of Down with the Sickness by Disturbed hits the PA. Smoke covers the stage completely

Can you feel that?

The fans look to the entrance as all along the ramp mechanical torches are raised. Lighters are lit all throughout the audience

Oh wah ah ah ah!

Flames burst up on the stage, illuminating the stage and Jarel, standing in the midst of the thick cloud of smoke that had hidden the stage from view. He's dressed in his usual jeans and a sleeveless shirt, complete with his gloves and a sleeveless black leather trenchcoat with a Dragon symbol on the back. The torches on the ramp shoot flames periodically in time with the beat of the music and the Dragon begins to make his way to the ring, with the smoke that had been on the stage moving down the ramp ahead of him to the ringside area

Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing ... in me
(Will you give in to me?)

Jarel makes his way down the ramp slowly, not particularly in a rush to the ring, perhaps because of his match with Shadow just two nights ago.

Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
Oh no, There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon ... in me

Jarel stops at the end of the ramp, his eyes moving around the arena in his hometown, perhaps taking in the cheers, perhaps speculating, but there is something on the Dragon's mind.

Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up
Come on get down with the sickness
You ******** get up
Come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me

Jarel turns and walks up the stairs, then steps into the ring over the top rope. He retrieves a mic and stands in the center of the ring with a spotlight shining down on him as the music dies out. after several seconds, he raises the mic to speak.

"Last week, I suppose Ken Armand thought he'd gained the upper hand. He thought that he could play mind games with the Dragon. And you managed to get one shot in. But the last laugh always goes to me. You got your win clean, but I paid you back for your earlier assault. But your actions reek of Sickness, Ken Armand."

Jarel turns and looks out into the crowd.

"You see, I am the sole master of Sickness. I spot it within others. I identify it with ease. And I and I alone can exploit the Sickness to my advantage. Everyone suffers from the Sickness. The question always boils down to which Sickness. You suffer from several. Arrogance is your main Sickness. You come in full of bravado, but then you must be humbled. At Blaze of Glory, that is what happened. You were humbled. But now, in place of the arrogance, another sickness is festering, and it is perhaps the most dangerous of all. Fear."

The Dragon begins to pace slowly around the ring, not anxious but simply needing to move as he continues to speak.

"Fear drives a man to do desperate things. The moment you saw the casket, your heart was filled with fear. You fear the darkness. You fear the unknown. You fear the certainty that in just a few short weeks, from the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, you will be taking a long, cold ride in a casket. While I did not set out to begin the streaks I have, the fact is, the odds are in my favor. You must stand across the ring and look into the eyes of the Dragon again, but this time, you will not get the ease of being pinned for a three count. There is no option for a quick win. To win this fight, you must incapacitate your opponent enough to stuff their battered carcass into a casket. And by now you've certainly sat back and asked yourself how do you do such a thing to a man you couldn't actually put down for a three count. Allow me to give you the answer, Ken."

Jarel stops and looks into the camera.

"You don't."

the crowd cheers, firmly behind Jarel.

"You see, when all is said and done at Bound By Honor, you, like the person before you who thought they could challenge a streak of mine, will be put back into your place. And while you can go on to one day become champion again, in the end, you will understand that I'm not the average man. I'm not someone you can just defeat with ease. I don't stay down. I don't give up. And if I enter a casket, it will be of my own choosing. I am the supreme demon who rules over hell and you are nothing more than the next victim. In your future, all that awaits is pain and suffering, and for this reason, you now feel the worst fear you've ever felt. I'm not like the young blood here who talks a big game and falls short. I warned you going into Blaze of Glory that you would be defeated. I warned you that you would be hurt. And both things befell you. Yet you chose to make this continue. You damned yourself to an unenviable fate. At Bound by Honor, the days of your delusions of grandeur will come to a dark and painful end. In front of a sold out crowd you will begin the slow fall into hell. And once you reach this place that I call home, you will wallow in the Sickness of despair and you will question everything you thought you knew about yourself. And as you look up from this cold and painful circle of hell, you will watch the Dragon rise again and continue on. Another streak still intact. And your bravado will finally end, as you will be revealed as no more than the phony tough and crazy brave, and you will have nothing to show for it."

Jarel finally begins to move again.

"So enjoy your time in the light while you can. The sands are slowly dripping through the hourglass and your descent into the unknown is ever closer at hand."