Against a Classic Wrestling backdrop we see a familiar albeit hideous face.
Fenderbender Jones.
His face twists into a menagerie of ugly looks before he starts spitting vitriol towards the camera.
“Chick Grillbreast! You think you can walk into Classic Wrestling and get one over on me!? I’ve been doing this longer than you can imagine son. I’ve made it my job to go into that ring, and break in newbies like you. To introduce you to what REAL wrestling is! You see we don’t take it easy here in Classic Wrestling, we’re not like some of those other unsanctioned truck stops you’ve wrestled at in the past, nah we got real athletes like me!”
He looks down at his beer gut underneath the single strap singlet.
“So this week on Classic Wrestling on RBTV you got another thing coming Chick! I plan on beating you from pillar to post, and send you back to whatever chicken farm you come from! I’m going to show you why they call me FENDERBENDER, and if there’s one thing I can promise…. IT WONT BE AN ACCIDENT! “
Fenderbender puts his “car in gear” and scoots off the screen.