Caramel is in a closed gym preparing for her match against Christopher Daniels on Madness. Only one trainer is there, to help her if she needs it, not that she eve does. She has a punching bag up in front of her, with a photograph of "The Fallen Angel" taped to it. She punches it over and over and over again. The photo becomes ipped up into sheds in about twelve seconds, but she doesn't stop for a good hour, until a trainer walks up and places his hand on her shoulder.

Trainer: "Heh heh heh... I think the punching bag's had enough, Jess. Maybe you should take a break?"

Caramel continues to punch the bag.

Caramel: "Break? Hell no! I'm just gettin' started! I've barely thrown enough punches to beat up my younger sister. And I'm gonna crush that dilusional idiot, Christopher Daniels, on Monday!"

Trainer: "Okay?.... How about a lil more cardio?"

Caramel: "This is cardio!"

Trainer: "Aghh, you know what I mean! You can't do this same stuff constantly, you know?"

*SMACK*.... The sound of a fist hitting a face is heard as Caramel spins around and knocks the trainer out cold with a hook punch!

Caramel: "Yeah, I do know! You're right! How about I try a bunch of different excercises! Yeah....."

Caramel starts jogging on the spot, stomping on the trainer's head, specifically the ear region, repeatedly. The trainer yells out in pain.

Caramel: "What's wrong? I'm not done training? Neeerrrrppp... That's a warm-up!"

She begins lifting weights... Bicep curls with a 27.5lb dumbbell. She then lets go of it, and drops it on the trainer's ankle. He screams out, holding his ankle. He glares up at Caramel.

Trainer: "What the hell!?.... I didn't do a fucking thing to you!"

Caramel: "Oh, I know. But nobody tells me how to train! I do it my own way. I've been telling you for years!"

Trainer: "Okay, Jess! I get it! Can I get up now!?"

Caramel: "Almost! One more excercise before I call it a night!"

She grabs a skipping rope, and flings it so hard that the plastic handle swings and strikes him in the face!

Trainer: "FUCK!"

She then proceeds to jump up and down on him (at 110lb, she isn't "heavy"... But she could seriously break some ribs right now!!!) She skips perfectly, with a couple of double-skips and cross-skips in between. After only 5 minutes, but about 100,000 possible broken ribs, she leaves him be, and yells at him, laughing as she leaves the gym.

Caramel: "That was some great training! You were right! Haha! T-T-F-N!"

The camera fades to black as she shuts the door behind her.