Caramel is outraged, pacing in a backstage area.

Caramel: What the hell, Christopher Daniels! How dare you? You show footage of you looking like an idiot, and then say three words and-- What? That's IT!?!? What, am I not good enough for you? I think you underestimate me!...

I don't think you're taking me seriously, and I want to know WHY you're not taking me seriously. I mean, you fluked the little battle royal, which I was damn close to winning, but now you seriously think that you can get away with underestimating me?

Well, Fallen Angel, you're nothing but a FALLING JOKE!..... Nerpppp! You have no chance at beating me on Madness! I'll go on to face the Senator of Stupid and claim moi's European Title!

I'm glad you're underestimating me, because then I'll kick your ass and pin you faster that it takes your dumb ass to think up one move. As moi said before, you're nothing but a JOKE!............ A bad joke, no less.

Caramel gets out some pills and pops them.

Caramel: Anyway, I'm gonna go hit the clubs. I'd ask you to join me, but you're an old ass man. You're what? Fourty-three? Go retire, Old Man!!!

Caramel laughs and leaves the backstage area while the film continues to roll.