[Jim "The Amp" Johnson and WarHead are sitting ringside at the announce table.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Fans, we are going to go to Jay Phillips who is standing outside. He is about to meet with new NRWL star, JT Crusher, as he arrives at the arena.
WarHead: AAAALLLL RRIGGGGHHTT!! We've been hearing about this ET Cushion guy for a while. Can't wait to meet him!
[The scene changes to Jay Phillips standing in the parking lot outside of the arena.]
Jay Phillips: Hey, thanks guys. I have been told that JT Crusher is just about to pull into the arena and I'm here to greet him. I --- oh wait, here he is now!
WarHead: Here he go...
[A beautiful Harley Davidson motorcycle pulls into the parking lot and parks at a spot close to the arena. A huge, long haired, leather jacket-wearing man steps off of the bike. He walks up to Jay Phillips. He takes off his sunglasses and gives Jay a stern look. Jay is obviously terrified of the road warrior who stands before him.]
JT Crusher: [In a low, cold voice.] Are you Jay Phillips?
JP: I ... yes I am.
[JT stares at Jay for a moment longer and then suddenly brightens up, grabs Jay's hand and vigorously shakes it up and down. He begins to laugh and slaps Jay on the back, nearly knocking the announcer over.]
JTC: Well it's nice to meet ya, pal! I'm JT Crusher. I've been traveling the roads for a long time and I'm finally ready to settle down, right here, in the NRWL. Thanks for the warm welcome. I can't wait to get into that arena and meet all of the fans.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Huh. Well, that was a little unexpected. Seems like a nice guy.
WarHead: Yeah... Might not be a good thing, though. The NRWL is a tough place and you don't come here to make friends.
[JT is about to walk inside the door with Jay until a gold painted Hummer drives toward them. The driver pulls the huge vehicle into the parking spot next to JT's motorcycle. As he pulls in, the front bumper hits the bike, knocking it over. Instead of stopping, the driver continues to pull into the spot, running the bike over and destroying handlebars and the chrome finish. The bike is ruined. The Hummer's engine shuts off. Slam Jackson steps out with his hand over his mouth. He looks horrified.]
Slam Jackson: Ohhhhhhhhhh mmmyyyyyyy goodddddddddddd.
[JT walks over to the bike and brushes his hand tenderly over the corpse of the machine. He stands up and looks at Slam Jackson with a cold stare.]
SJ: Oh, I am sooo sorry. Is this your bike?
JTC: Yeah. I only own the duffell bag with my clothes and this bike. It's all I have and you just ruined it.
SJ: Oh man. Oh... I am so sorry. I'll do whatever I can to make it up to you. I promise.
JTC: Oh, you'll make it up to me. In the ring.
[JT walks into the arena. Slam stands there scratching his head and staring at the wrecked bike. Jay is standing off to the side with a dumbfounded look.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: This did not go well.
[WarHead snickers, stops himself.]
WarHead: Well, on the bright side, we're getting a match out of the deal. Win for the rest of us?
