All of the lights go out. Suddenly, "Seven Nation Army" by the White Stripes starts, and the Arena is bathed in green, white and red light. Two men come out, one large, one much smaller, and walk into the ring. The smaller man grabs a mic and starts talking.
JL: Ladies and gentleman, may I introduce myself. My name is Jack Lupino and I got a great big wall for everyone to pass. He's standing to my right. He stands at a stagering 6'6''. He weighs in at a heavy 320 lbs. His name is HX3Fan, but I like to call him The Iceman, and I'm his manager. I make sure his strategy is unmistakable. I talk and he listens. It's the only way this will work, and he understands it. If ever any of you puny wrestlers fight in a match with this guy, I pray for you. If ever you make him mad, I pray for you. He's no joke. He will crush you, any of you. And with that I've given all a fair warning. So, if any punks want to come out and get beaten up, all I ask is for you to bring yourself to the ring...
