The all-knowing and all-seeing backstage camera catches Jungle Jim as he sits on the bench facing his locker. Suddenly he punches the locker and leaves an imprint of his fist in the metal door
Jungle Jim : MAVI !!!! ... so far all I've proven around here is that I can take a beating ... first to that Midol Guy and now to some punk who thinks he is some sort of Devil spawn.
Jungle Jim grabs a towel and covers his now bleeding hand before turning and facing the camera. He leans forward, and looks directly into the lens ... his eyes begin to burn red with anger .
Jungle Jim : Normally, I'm a fun lovin' type of guy, but I'm starting to realize that in this business, nice guys finish last ... AND ... I've had enough of this losing stuff ... Demonic Icon ... you hurt me pretty bad the other day with your Demonicasult, but you ain't heard the last of me Bawana ... you got lucky in our match, and you know it ... from now on, where-ever you go ... what-ever you do ... I'll be there ... WAITING ... I'll be following you, stalking you just like a tiger does to it's prey ... I'll be biding my time, waiting for that perfect moment to strike ... and when that moment comes, you'll never see me coming.
Jungle Jim leans back against his locker ...
Jungle Jim : You know, back in my village, we have a saying ... beware of the jungle ... the animals have a tendency to bite.
... he smiles and tosses the now blood soaked towel over the camera lens as it fades to black.