Back in the ring, 'Sweet Child O' Mine' plays, but James Fantastic is nowhere to be seen.
Monroe: What is this? Where's Fantastic?
Marcum: Maybe Charlie finally managed to put him out of business!
Suddenly, Fantastic becomes visible, walking through the crowd, who go absolutely nuts, mobbing him. He disappears again, this time beneath a crowd of fans, but eventually emerges and vaults the barrier before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope. Coming to his feet he produces a mic
James Fantastic: Well, I don't know about you, but I thought that was bloody Fantastic! WHOO!
The crowd echoes his trademark catchphrase, and Fantastic grins
James Fantastic: Tonight, I face off against El Steroidobeasto and The Lebreakererererses, and on behalf of the SD Rockers I would like to sya this...
The crowd falls silent, hanging on Fantastic's words
James Fantastic: Kiss my arse! WHOO!
The crowd cheers loudly, chanting Fantastic's name
James Fantastic: Seriously, though, tonight's not about getting belts or taking down the Bastardo's. Tonight, and every night, is about putting on a show for a bunch of fans not a million miles from here...
Fantastic's next few words are drowned out by a deafening cheer from the fans. who know full well that he's talking about them
James Fantastic: Thought you might get who I was talking about! Tonight, you are gonna see high flying tag team wrestling since you ain't seen in years! WHOO! WHOO!
The crowd cheers loudly, but suddenly falls silent as...
