...And then follows a montage of images:

MisterJLA behind the wheel of a car swerving down a city street.

JM: Feel your road rage. Channel it. Turn your road rage into rage towards your opponent. Know no fear. Know only rage...

JLA: OMIGAWDI'MGONNADIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

JM: Drive, Champ. Drive until I tell you to stop. Massachusetts has the worst drivers in the country. Know them all.

Cameraman: Pedestrians...

JM: Ignore them.

JLA: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Cut to...a bar. Obviously a pub for townies. JLA is nose-to-chest with a very large, very blue-collar, behemoth of a man.

JLA: I said, "Ray Bourque sucks and Larry Bird had a 70s porno mustache." What're you going to do about it, Buckner-fan?

The entire bar converges on MisterJLA who can be seen putting up a decent fight...until he's swept under a wave of drunken patrons. The camera pans to Joe Mama who raises his beer to toast the camera, and then fades...

Cut to...a high school wrestling mat. MisterJLA is locked in a pinning combination that looks very, VERY painful. JLA's putting up some kind of struggle...

JM: Jesus Christ, JLA! That's a Sophmore! Get off your back!!! WHORES LIE ON THEIR BACKS!!!

High School Coach: David...

JM: Sorry, Father. The Christ comment slipped...two Hail Marys?

HSC: Just one. I liked you using my "whores" line.

Cut to...the same high school wrestling mat. This time, MisterJLA's holding his own. He takes down a smaller wrestler, gets the quick pin, and then another takes the boy's place. The same thing happens. MisterJLA is actually using real Greco-Roman wrestling to beat his opponents. At one point he looks like he's about to administer Final Justice, but catches himself and uses a standard headlock to drag his opponent to the mat.

HSC: He's doing well with the Pride Drill...

JM: He's almost ready...

Cut to...that same bar. This time MisterJLA has an arm draped across the backs of two of the townies he'd fought days ago. Judging by the bruises on their faces, they fought again, but this time with different results. The fight is over and they're singing "Finnegan's Wake"...then "Irish Rover". The bar cheers. MisterJLA announces that he's buying a round for the house and everyone cheers. Pan to Joe Mama...

JM: Almost ready...

Cut to...the camera following Mister JLA as he runs down L Street, though the L Street Bathhouse, out to the beach, and into the freezing cold water. He dives in, splashes around, and comes back to the beach...inexplicably covered in jellyfish. JLA's face is beaming with pride. He's completely blue and shivering, but he's beaming with pride.

JM: Your final test is tomorrow...

Uschi said:
I won't rape you, I'll just fuck you 'till it hurts and then not stop and you'll cry.

MisterJLA: RACKS so hard, he called Jim Rome "Chris Everett." In Him, all porn is possible. He is far above mentions in so-called "blogs." RACK him, lest ye be lost!

"I can't even brush my teeth without gagging!" - Tommy Tantillo: Wank & Cry, heckpuppy, and general laughingstock

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