Ben Harper's Faded starts up. The crowd starts cheering but stops as, two seconds in, there's a sound like a needle scratching against vinyl. There's a long pause, long enough for the crowd to get a little uncomfortable. The JOE MAMA steps out and new music plays:

Ghoultown - Fistful of Demons

The audience loses its shit as the music pumps through the speakers and Joe Mama makes his way to the ring. Black jeans, steel-toes boots, sunglasses (that hide the black eye he's sportin'), and a T-shirt that reads "The Future Of Hardcore Is Now", Joe gets to the ring, mic in hand.

I know what you're thinking: King Snarf this. Dodge that. Blah blah blah. Not tonight. I'll make mention, but there's a more important matter at hand, though it pains me to say his name. Or maybe that's just my ribs...

NotWedge. Let's get this outta the way. You called the match? You got the match. Plain and simple. I don't run and hide when challenged. I'll fight you and, since you're so generous, I'll take that Gift Card off'a your hands.

But keep this in mind: Last week you took a beating that didn't belong to you. Me? I walked into that ring knowing that I'd only get one of you before all Hell broke loose. I accept that with no bitterness or complaints. But you...the battery (no pun intended) that you endured, the elimination from that match, the pain and injuries you sustained DIDN'T NEED TO BE!!! You took a spot meant for another, and that's why I went for you. A message needed to be sent to the cowards of the Triple Set and the Power Trip and, just as they used you (that's right, NotWedge, you were used like a condom on Prom Night) to cover their own asses, I used you to get my point across. I'm not easily eliminated, and I'm not going away. So, NotWedge, ponder those facts as you get ready for your match with me. Keep them in mind as you sit in the same locker room as the guys who have no problem throwing you to the wolves to save their own skins. And remember them as you enter this ring, NotWedge, because the beatings don't get any easier for you from here-on-out.

And King Snarf? I hope you've been paying attention, pal. 'Cause what I've been dolin' out and what your buddies have been giving back is only a fraction of what I've got in store for you, chump.

Ghoultown starts up again...

Uschi said:
I won't rape you, I'll just fuck you 'till it hurts and then not stop and you'll cry.

MisterJLA: RACKS so hard, he called Jim Rome "Chris Everett." In Him, all porn is possible. He is far above mentions in so-called "blogs." RACK him, lest ye be lost!

"I can't even brush my teeth without gagging!" - Tommy Tantillo: Wank & Cry, heckpuppy, and general laughingstock

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