*The Camera cuts back to the commentary table*
Cerebulon: Thank you, Lisa.
Walker: Well, the kid's got his father's fighting spirit.
Cerebulon: Hopefully he has the fighting SKILLS as well.
*Terry grins and tips his hat*
Haute: Believe me, he does.
Cerebulon: In any case, up next we have a-
*Rock Star by: N.E.R.D blares through the speakers, cutting off Cerebulon, as a young man with peroxide blonde hair, in a bright red singlet emblazoned with a yellow lightning bolt on the back, steps out, followed by a long-haired brunette girl in a similarly colored party dress, the man swipes a microphone from a production assistant and rolls into the ring, holding open the ropes for his escort*
Man: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce myself: I am the man who's going to overshadow the Idols, the Scourge, and every other loser that tries to get in my way to the top! Kronos Station, I am the one, the only, the Trans-Galactic Prodigy! FLASH MASON!