[Cue audio.]

“Well then, I don’t suppose either of my opponants have been told of their match Friday.”

[There is still no video, perhaps someone in the A/V department needs a bit of prompting? Either way, the same rich voice that opened this little segment, continues.]

“That’s the only excuse for their not speaking on the subject of Friday’s Cage Match.”

[Up, finally.]

[The first thing fed to us is a graphic, showing just exactly who we’ll be hearing from today.]

[The image dissappears and we’re met with the man himself, once again standing before his battered, beaten practice ring. His hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and there is a very serious look about him.]

[Ladies and Gentlemen, Jonny Superstar!]

“Nothing in the world can hurt a man inside of that cage more than lack of preparation. One false move, one miscalculation and you’re eating steel. It doesn't take much, when it’s flesh against steel, and flesh always loses. I know this because I’ve been busted open before. I’ve worn the Crimson Mask of Blood inside of a cage before, and I’m fully prepared to do it again.”

[Jonny stops, letting that sink in.]

“If I bleed at Myst, then that means I’ve done my job. If I make the two of you bleed, then that means I’ve done my job well, and Krisis, Rican, I will make you two bleed, and I will make you wish you’d never set foot inside of Anarchy Champonship Wrestling.”

[The stern look in his eyes is unrelenting.]

“Remember that.”

[With that, the fade down to darkness begins.]

[Black.]