A shower room a man stands in front of the mirror hanging his head over the sink as someone walks in and hands him an envelope. Through the steam and moisture floating in the air Shaman is seen stepping forward. He holds the envelope and looks at it. He knows that this is a very serious issue letter for them to be delivering it to his locker room. He opens the letter and his eyes narrow as he smirks and shakes his head. He returns to the steam filled area as a zipping sound can be heard as he speaks through the mist.

Shaman: “The voices are running through your mind now Ember. You and I have come down this path before. You were defeated by your own trick. You played the game I have played far longer. You are going to have to face me again. This is hilarious in a round about way. You’re going to have to realize your facing me and I am far better than you. You are changing in a way Ember. I have seen these changes before. I am going to make you hurt and suffer Ember. You beat Griffith you may as well do well against me. Simple and straight to the point here, you may win by cheating, but I am going to hurt you. You made one mistake and that mistake you walked away from. Now the second mistake is you facing me again. You think because I am battered, bruised, and cut it isn’t that lucky for you. You are going to face me and I am in a bad mood.”

Shaman turns and walks out of the locker room half dressed. He turns and looks at mirror and wipes the moisture from the surface. He looks at it his face emotionless as he slams his fist against it as it shatters.

Shaman: “You brag that everyone has stolen something from you Ember. I merely took it from you. You tried to steal a victory from me and I made you pay for it. Now you think you will be lucky enough to face me on your terms. You’re going into my playground Ember and in the end you will realize you should have stayed home. You’re not as bad as you think. I don’t give a damn on who you have to help you. I don’t care if you’re a little pyro who likes to try and burn people. You’ve only burned yourself this time.”

Draping his towel around his neck he sits down on a bench and dries his hair as he speaks.

Shaman: “I have fought many times under many circumstances. Rest assured there will be an announcement come Meltdown. I look forward to kicking your ass. If you’re in the brawl I look forward to kicking your ass there as well. Make sure your healed up nicely because I am going to feed of my anger from the betrayal I had. Yeah it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Your mouth just annoys the hell out of me.”

Shaman removes the towel from his shoulders and pulls on a t shirt and looks around as he reaches down and slips on a pair of sox and then begins tying his shoes.

Shaman: “Did you think I wasn’t privy to everything your doing Ember. You’re just playing an old game in a different way. Maybe just maybe , but very doubtful you will learn the lesson. Yet again you learn only by realizing you fail and even then you claim you were cheated. It leaves a sour taste in your mouth doesn’t it Ember. You have faced a bunch of men and your record is basically pathetic. You have gone the road of many before you. Finally you manage a win now it is time for you to begin your fall once again. You are not going to beat me that easily Ember. You win it will be by luck. You lose your going to wish that you never stepped into the ring with me.”

Shaman finishes tying his shoes and reaches down grabbing his duffle bag and walks off out of the locker room door as the camera fades.