*The sound of a punching bag being hit is the only thing heard as the camera is pointing towards the floor. A voice in the background grows louder and louder as the words "cold treatment" are heard throughout, what seems to be a gym. The camera then points up to reveal Jason Signs swinging away at the punching bag, hitting it with various punches. He stops as he notices the camera and smirks as the voice of J. Stiles comes to a silence.*

Signs: Stiles, as far as your challenge goes, I accept because I'm just crazy like that. And let me ask you this, Mr. Stiles. do you know who the fuck your stepping into the ring with? A veteran, an original, a two time, soon to be three time anarchy champion. A man with, much, much more experience then you will ever have. A man who has more experience in the ring then you do beatin' the meat, and trust me when I say this America, that's a lot. I mean look at the guy, he can barely make sense, let alone get a girl.

*Signs grabs a towel that sat on a nearby bench and whiped his face with it. He then slung it over his shoulder and began talking.*

Signs: And when you call me a former Anarchy champion, I can only laugh because a former champ had to have lost the title, and as far as I'm concerned I never have, but that's okay with me, I get to now kick your ass and earn a title for it. Oops, I forgot, I might actually lose because after all guys, he went through a transformation. Remember, he's a transformer now.

*Signs laughs as he begins to take the wraps off his hands.*

Signs: The only transformation you went through is when you went from female to male, so knowing that I'm pretty sure your technically in the wrong division, unless your pulling a Chyna on us. Then again that would make sense as well because I, as well as the rest of the locker room know about your secret sex tape with somewhat Sean Waltman look-alike, Sean Gerrard.

*Signs finishes undoing the wraps and tosses them into a nearby trash can.

Signs: And as far as you trying to make a point and looking cool goes with the whole superkicking the camera thing, your not gonna look so cool when Hampton chases you down and forces you to pay three thousand dollars or a serious ass pounding will take place when he unleashes the fruit bag Bionic Trooper on you.

*Signs sits down on the bench and takes the towel off his shoulder and lays it across the edge of the bench. He begins to unlace his shoes as he begins talking once more.*

Signs: And Stiles when I kick you in the gut and lift you in the air as you wonder where the hell you are and then proceed to drop you into a cutter as I deliver the death roll, your career will end as you find out why I am what I say I am, and that is a crazy son of a bitch. Oh, and one more thing. Stiles your right, I will walk into the lions den because I am the lion.

*Signs gets up and flashes the camera a smirk as he heads towards the door labeled, showers. And with that, the scene fades out.*