Tomasso Ciampa is stood backstage dressed in a red sleeveless tee and beige cut off shorts. He shakes his head in disbelief.

Ciampa: Of all the available talent... Of any man woman or prefer not to say who could have signed an EBWF contract it had to be you, didn't it Johnny?

Ciampa sighed.

Ciampa: Deep down I always knew you'd follow me to the big leagues but now? This exact moment? I didn't predict it would be now.

Ciampa thinks for a moment

Ciampa: I suppose when you thrive in the spotlight like I do you are bound to cast a shadow. And when the shadow cast is as epic as mine, in time there are bound to be critters, vile insects that come crawling out of that shadow. Well Johnny, you cretin, my old running buddy... your timing is immaculate.

Ciampa stares hard into the camera before laughing and patting himself on the back. He laughs uncontrollably

Ciampa: No! Johnny. Your timing is irrelevant, just like you. You are not in my league, you will NEVER be Ciampa caliber . It's cute that you're trying. Stupid, but cute. Give up or step into the ring with the best sports entertainer in the world & I will force you give to up. Those are your only choices boy. I guess, for old times sake I can make you look good on my way to victory... I know, I'm too kind for my own good