[All is dark... and then the scene explodes as the camera is turned on... The cameraman adjusts the lens and we see Black Jack sitting on a wooden bench like he usually does inside his locker room. The camera focuses and we see he is wearing a black tight muscle T and a pair of black jeans. Black boots resting on his feet follows this up. Black Jack looks up at the camera and gives a big grin. His eyes flash and it seems that he is really happy. He then begins to speak.] Black Jack: Well, I'm here again in action after a day of break and it looks like I have a challenger... not that it really matters... you see my challenger isn't even a challenge. You see I have already faced him and another man in the squared circle once before... The man I'm talking about is Maximus... I mean I already kicked his ass in a triple threat match so why in the world would he want to challenge me in a regular match? Does he think he can beat an icon of wrestling that easily? HE must be on crack cause the only person that has ever beaten me in a match is Reese Benson... And he's not here right now so I have nothing to fear... And so all I have to do is go out there prove my point once again to my loyal fans and then go home a winner... Or then maybe Maximus will be a no show again... like he was last week... Well I just hope he does show so I can hurt him once and for all. Teach him a lesson or two about giving respect to your more... lets say better wrestlers... Black Jack: But wait... didn't someone I know speak me not giving them respect? Yeah! I think so... I think his name was Karl ASS... Or maybe Grass... But anyway it doesn't matter what the hell the kids name is... He says that me... The Icon of the people don't give him respect? Respect? Man I have one damn thing to say. You have to earn the damn respect if you want to be acknowledged by me? After all to be respected by the Icon you yourself must become one... And what the hell is this shit about me being evil. I have not committed any big sins yet... Well... Maybe... But that is irrelevant. Cause I know that you ass is even more evil than me and any other superstars you have mentioned... But anyways that is not the damn point. The point is you're a loser and you always will be as long as you hang around a guy like Big Bad Dan and his two Bozo's the Pig Vomit. Karl ASS says, "Sticks and stones will brake his bones, but words will never hurt him." You know that's true but what will hurt you is ME! And you said that Pig Squealer's would beat us? Well, if I was in the right match then I recall killing Pig Vomit and sticking them on a spit and roasting them over open fire. And then! You said that the Re-Virus is the most powerful group in the E.F.W. well maybe that statement is true... But that's because you're the only group in the E.F.W. I if I ever got a group together... Which one-day MIGHT happen... Then your asses will be running all the way back to where you came from. Black Jack: I can go on and on about the Re-Virus and those clowns that make it up. But you see I should be talking about my match this Saturday at Exile. Maximus... Yeah the Max Man he calls himself. Well tell you what the only thing that will be on max is the speed of my boot connecting to your ass and your speed when flying all the way back to Queens, New York! So brace yourself and bring a pillow cause we will be experiencing some turbulence. [Black Jack pushes the camera away, and then gives it a wink and a big grin as it fades into darkness.]