A shot backstage shows a commotion as Reich shoves away the medical team trying to attend to him. His whole body is bruised and covered with livid welts. He licks a small split in his lip as he sits down breathing heavily.

"I can taste it. Tastes like victory. IT TASTES LIKE LIFE! And that's what I'm all about, livin' my life to the fullest. I've said it before: I am a sick man! I do this because I like it, alright? It's not something to be proud of, it's not something to aspire to. I live for this s**t! I am not the kind of guy you want to go down a dark alley with, when there's only one of us comin' out. What did you think was going to happen Mason? You want to another round. Thats fine by me Just remember, you wanted this. I tried-- YOU HAD A CHANCE TO LEAVE IT ALONE! You just couldn't do it, could you?" A faint chuckle mixed with a cough as he spat out blood.

He grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat and blood from his face, his breathing slowly returning to normal. "Mason, I'll admit you took me to a limit few have, but I ain't dead yet and if you think I'm shot, if you think my trigger's been pulled. If you think I'm ripe for the pickin'. Please! Please. Take your shot. Tonight, there was no victor, only survivors. Next time i promise you, I will leave no doubt. Mason, you are a great wrestler, you are even a great man ...but you are NOT. THE SAME. ANIMAL. AS ME! And there's only one... only room for one of these animals in WWF:G, only room for one animal like me in this ecosystem. And I will die to protect what's mine. See you... TEXAS. DEATH!"

He shoves the camera man away as he staggers off.