After the falls count anywhere match, Drako is shown making his way backstage. He's refused any and all help, walking on his own, one hand holding his neck and the other his ribs. Finally he stops outside of the trainer's room where Michael Cole seems to be waiting.

"Michael Cole, I'm not particularly in the mood right now so bring that mic over here, stand there, and shut up."

Cole does as asked and holds the mic up for Drako to speak while he looks into the camera.

"So, it's 1-1 now. I took the first match, Nuke takes falls count anywhere. Before anyone asks where we go from here, it's obvious that we're going to WrestleMania. We might be beat up, we might be busted up, but it all comes down to this. One last match, one stays and one goes. Careers on the line. He named the falls count anywhere stipulation this time. The final match is going to be on my terms. If I'm going to risk my career, well, I've got a hell of a way to go. Drako Damone vs Nuke Fusion, final time ever, loser must retire, in my family home, the Devil's Playground. WrestleMania is going to hell, HELL IN A CELL!"

Drako storms off into the trainers room, leaving a surprised Michael Cole staring after him as the camera fades