A few words from your guest ref
Fade into a training ring somewhere in Charlotte, North Carolina. Sometime after the Annual Anonymous Family Summer Is Ending, So Let's Eat Until We Can't Feel Our Stomachs Barbecue has ended, we see JA in a referee's shirt with two local yokels in either corner.
JA: Ladies, gentlemen, children of all ages, welcome to the greatest show on Earth.
No, not the Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey Circus, no, they ain't got nothing on me or Empire Pro Wrestling's main event.
As it stands right now, up Nawth, in Yankee Country, there's going to be a three ring circus. Not because I want it to be that way. No, I'm fair and impartial.
But it seems like Crissy-Cross had to get his Jesus panties in an uproar. Boo-hoo. I made light of the fact that I was softer than the collective penises of all the straight men who watched that Chyna/X-Pac sex tape when I faced off against you at Russian Roulette. Are you that insecure about your career and your chances that you have to go headhunting when you get called out on the fact that you didn't win the match as much as I lost it?
Fine. Be an Uptight Ulysses. But if you have any residual angst towards me, save it for after the match and go release it on the next Staind album. If you touch me, I may not disqualify you, but I will make damn sure you feel it before Lindsay pins you. If you keep your hands to yourself though, we won't have that problem.
Lindsay, the same goes for you, although you really don't have any reason to touch me. AT least I'd hope not. And for the last time, I want to remind you that it's PRIEST who owes you that money from the Super Bowl, not me. So knock down his door if you want to play amateur vigilante.
Oh, and one last thing, Dis Numero Tres, the Carbon Copy of a Carbon Copy, you make your presence felt, and you can guarantee that I'll send your ass back to gimmick infringing hell. Because there's only one person in Empire Pro Wrestling who's licensed and qualified to infringe gimmicks, and that's me. Jericoholic Anonymous.
You heard me.
Now, it's time for me to practice... LOLLI! Ring that bell!
The bell rings and the two local yokels get it on in the ring as the scene fades to the Empire Pro logo.