A camera zooms in on a ring surrounded by a packed arena of people. They seem to be waiting with baited breath, the show they're here for having not quite started yet. Suddenly, the arena lights up blue and Jason Spade's theme music plays, the man himself bursting through the curtain and starting to the ring, high-fiving fans on the way. He pauses on the apron to hype the crowd, before jumping into the ring and grabbing a mic.
"I don't know why but people really like handing me microphones... Maybe they just love to hear my dulcet tones and I solemnly sing them into their long slumbers. Or maybe it's just because I talk too much and they want me to get it out before I drill it through their heads... Or maybe it's just because I'm the only one in this business who has anything interesting to say.
"That's right, not this company... This business. No matter where I've been, be it NGCW or IWE or WWC or the indys, I've always had the best thing to say. But people always overlooked me cuz... I'm too small, and I lose a lot. And it's true... I'm 5'8" and people generally take shits that weigh more than me, and my win/loss record is far from a flawless masterpiece. But despite that, I am still here. I'm still standing just as strong as I did the day I walked into this business and damn it, I'm not going anywhere. Nobody's gonna knock me down, especially not one of those damn peons in the back room.
"You can't touch Jason Spade, nobody can... And I'm here to prove that. How, you ask? I will single-handedly save WWC from absolute destruction... I will single-handedly save IWE from crumbling in on itself... I will personally reach into the ashes of NGCW and raise it back to the top of the mountain, where it belongs. I am Jason Spade, the Savior of not only IWE... I am the savior of Professional Wrestling."
Spade drops his mic and raises his hands; the crowd reaction is somewhat mixed as the camera fades to black.
