Daniels: We are headed to the end of the show, and we still have to hear from the International title scene fellas.
Kingmaker: They were on fire last week, no doubt about it.
Kingmaker: The Pharaoh was beaten out cold by a mysterious assailant last week, and no doubt he wants an explanation.
Daniels: Fortunately, he'll get one.
*The crowd boos Ferrell on his way down the ramp, and he mutters “Ignorant peasants” before entering the ring and asking for a mic: *
Ferrell: Last week on Inferno, I come out, immediately make the show better by doing so, try to have a respectable discourse with the kurwa-parrot, then leave in peace, and I'm given nothing but crap for it!
*Crowd boos even more:*
Ferrell: Unacceptable. And then I am competing much to the delight of the audience, and have the opponent with all his giant-ass strength, in spite of all his giant-ass strength, hanging by a thread... what happens? Some fool brute runs right down to the ring and makes two mistakes. One, this fool interferes in a match that he has no business being within 50 clicks of, and two, he interfered with me. Mm-mm. Ya know... last week this so-called King blows a bunch of wind about sacrifice and hard work, about how I'm not able to get it done, and about how nobody has helped him along the way.
Ferrell: Well what about the ignoramus on the very same show? I know many of you here today are stupid but I'd hope at least a small fraction are smart enough to figure out that that goon came straight from the King's ramshackle castle, probably from the bedroom... cause in addition to the King being an absolute woman there is no doubt in my mind that him and the nameless wonder are in bed together. The King might be letting a King-sized shit out in his stripey King trousers since he learned that I am in the International title scene, but I'm not gonna tolerate having my matches screwed around. My match was ruined. This is a joke. I am not in a good mood about all of it. Fix it. Somebody better damn well get out here and start piecing this shit back together before I clean this up myself by picking up the pieces and shoving them up random asses. 5...4...3...
Seth and ???: 2...1!!!
*Ferrell stops talking as he notices another voice on top of his and he looks angry. Suddenly a mountain of a man walks out on stage to a mixed reaction from the fans wearing a grey suit with a tight black vest and black dress shoes. He has medium length brown hair that's parted at the sides.*
Kingmaker: That's the man who attacked Ferrell and Istvan last week.
*The man takes the mic that he was holding and finally speaks:*
???: Well where are my manners? For those of you...poor and lazy people that don't have internet, I believe an introduction is in order. My name...is Luke Jameson.
*The mixed reaction becomes more evident as the sounds of boos and cheers become a little louder.*
Jameson: Now some of you may remember me from a few years when ago I competed in ROH and some of you may remember me from my time in HWA, it matters not if you know me or if you don't. All that you hypocrites need to know is that I'm in EWNCW now...and shit is finally going to get exciting!
*The mixed reaction continues as Jameson walks towards the ring:*
Jameson: I mean listen to this guy (he says as he points at Ferrell). He's out here bitching and throwing a temper tantrum, expecting things to get done for him if he yells loud enough. Let me give you some advice Ferrell and I'm pretty certain that you should digest what I'm about to tell you because I had to learn it the hard way...
*Jameson walks up the steps, takes off his suit jacket, and hangs it on the ring post. He then goes through the ropes and stands by the turnbuckle*
Jameson: When you've been wronged, you don't come to the ring and bitch about it. You find the one that has caused you trouble and you do something about it. Now with the situation your in, I wouldn't suggest trying it because your looking at six feet and seven inches, two hundred and ninety five pounds of muscle...not one ounce of body fat by the way... and a decade of experience and skill that has been honed to a frightening degree...
*Jameson lets his words sink in for a few moments before continuing: *