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, as well as the ramp and ringside area.

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, with Janelle right beside him He's dressed in his usual jeans and a sleeveless shirt, complete with his gloves and a red leather trenchcoat with a Dragon symbol on the back. He even has a red brimmed hat to match. 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, his sister at his side

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, feeling the effects of the cell, no doubt

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,as his infamous Dragon symbol is lowered down to the ring

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 steps up onto the apron as Janelle waits on the floor. The Dragon lowers his head for several seconds. At last the Dragon raises his arms, signalling the fire to burst from the turnbuckles as well as from the mouth of the symbol. He steps in over the top rope as Janelle retrieves a mic for him, then steps into the ring and hands it over. The music dies down and the lights remain dim, a single spotlight shining down on him.

As the crowd finally quiets down, Jarel raises the mic to speak.

"Earlier this year, I made a return with no plans in mind. I didn't have my heart set on the royal rumble. I had no desire to aim for the Legacy championship. I came back with a few words of wisdom and was paid for it with my own blood. The highway to Wrestlemania began with blood, and along the way history was made as I was hung from my own symbol. I walked into Wrestlemania with a damaged throat. I walked out of Wrestlemania after leaving my attacker bloodied, beaten, battered, broken, and hanging from my symbol. A return to the dark side, and I have to admit I have enjoyed it."

The crowd cheers

"The night after Wrestlemania I stood in this ring much the same as I do now. I was sure I was done. Perhaps the last chapter written on my WWFG story, but it was not to be. From the fiery depths rose my own favored disciple, Snypa Rifle, with one goal, to end the streak. Now, the streak is something that came about on it's own. Each venture into the cell has had a purpose. It has been meant for me to send those worthy of destruction to the depths of despair and sickness in which they belong. One by one, my enemies and even my family have fallen. And finally we reached Summerslam."

Jarel pauses and looks to Janelle before continuing.

"I will not belittle the efforts of my apprentice. There were moments when even I thought that perhaps he had me beat. But in the end I gave him exactly what I promised, a painful defeat. But he was not the only member of my little family to suffer defeat, as both of my younger siblings failed in their Summerslam outings. Now Drako has already gone about addressing his loss. He made his point, and he's handling business. But you..."

Jarel points at Janelle.

"...you, the driving force behind the Damone family, the motivator. Last night, you somehow lost to Claire Hawkins. I find myself dissatisfied with this. You had her, and a simple mistake did you in. You blew your chance at being the Femme Fatale champion. Now you find yourself in a similar place to me. Realistically, you don't need the title. You've been champion in almost every federation you've been in. And you have beaten Claire in the past, for a women's championship. You debuted with me. You are seventeen long years into the game, longer than any other active female competitor. You have to decide what's next for you."

The Dragon looks out at the crowd.

"It's time for a shift of focus. Personally, I don't have anything I absolutely have to do here in WWFG, but it isn't time to vanish into the Den again. For now, I will remain here, and watch my siblings move onto the next phase of their careers. I will rest and watch, waiting, for the next time to rise and rain down destruction on someone worthy of it. And tonight, Janelle will face Sarah Skye, and let's just say it will go a good way in showing what's next for the Motivator."