The year is 2022, Jim Cornette is sitting recording a podcast without realising the computer he uses stopped working months ago. Rambling about Kevin Dunn's massive teeth, when he shifts topic, he brings up another former character from his past.

Cornette: "That Buck-Tooth MotherFucker, I swear by Jesus there's no one dumber than him..... That being said you know who's worse? That dipfuck Vince Russo, I have never met a bigger waste of Oxygen than him. The saddest moment in a child's life isn't when they learn Santa Claus isn't real, it's when they learn Vince Russo is."

Meanwhile, in the Tibetan Mountains, Vince Russo in the midst of his exile meditates atop a pole. Carefully balanced, until the smallest breeze of wind brushes his moustache. Perturbed he awakens, inhales and assesses the disturbance in the world of Wrestling Podcasts.

Russo: ".........bro..."

Cornette, continually rambling at the dusty sound proof wall stops and feels the vibration coming from his pager (cause he's old school, he only uses old things, what a quack).

Cornette: "This just in folks that asshole, that dipshit, cocksucker, motherfucker, prick, crook, conman, blithering idiot, Christian son of a bitch has messaged me and has demanded to fight me. I can't believe this, what an idiot, no company is gonna have two racist/sexist/homophobic self marks fight."

The doorbell of Cornettes house rings, Cornette worried that all the people he talks shit about may have found him scurries to the peep hole. He examines but is relaxed to see the man standing there.

???: "Jim Cornette...... It's time..... TO CONTROL YOUR NARRATIVE"

EC3 books Jim Cornette Vs. Vince Russo in CYN in a Judy Bagwell on a Pole Match. Jim is ecstatic, finally he'll get his chance one on one with Russo. So keen and eager, he grabs his severely too small leotard and penis pump and runs out the door.

Unfortunately, this was Russo's plan all along. To get him out in the open. Suddenly a mass horde of disgruntled wrestlers appear, an angry mob swinging pitchforks and torches. Russo never even needed to touch Cornette, for the world in due time would pay him back for his transgressions, for his sins.

Russo, enjoying the gusts of wind tickling his brow, leans back and exhales. The world of wrestling podcasts has lost one of its tumours. Russo knew this would come at a cost to him though. Without Cornette, he will be the one the comments flame, all Kevin Nash's shoot interviews will only be about him. With his task ahead of him, Russo only had one thing to say...

Russo: ".....bro...."