"Township Rebellion" plays. Joe Mama strides to the ring, mic in hand. He enters the ring, and motions to "cut the music".

JM: Are you ready, Snarf? Did you get a good night's sleep, Snarf? Were you sure to have a nice meal? Maybe kiss a baby for luck tonight? Are you watching me right now? Or are your eyes on the clock, waiting for the moment that you have to enter this ring and face me in our Last Man Standing match? Waiting for the moment that puts an end to this chapter of our careers?

Somehow, I think you're in your dressing room. Your thinking about the Eurotrash title and about who you'd rather defend it against: Grimm or Pig Iron. You're thinking about your first post-match speech. You're thinking about anything BUT me! And therein lies the key to your defeat. Y'see, you're looking past me. You're looking to someone else - ANYONE else - besides me. Maybe it's because you have that little respect for me, or maybe it's because you realize that my destroying you is inevitable. So you force yourself to think about anything but this match.

The thing is, if you're focusing on this title (points to Eurotrash title), then you've already lost. If you're concerned with who your next opponent will be, then I can assure you that it WON'T be against the winner of the #1 Contender's match. And if you think that you're just gonna come in, get a quick win, and walk outta here, then you best not even show up!

Your only concern should be with your own survival! Because I SWEAR to you, Snarf, that I am going to inflict pain on you! I have no interest in any other match but our's! You wanted my attention? You wanted this match? You got it, Snarf. You get this match and everything that goes with it! Six months, Snarf! Six months I've been waiting to face you, and I've got one HELL of a beating to lay on you! I WILL deliver six months worth of pain and punishment, because it's the LEAST you deserve! And there's no Triple Set to save you this time...you made sure of that when you turned your back on your "friends" after the Asylum Rules match, causing Grimm to defect to the RwO and costing Midnite his half of the tag titles. You're nothing, Snarf, a pariah! A leech who has sucked the blood of your friends, these fans, and the whole RDCW! And it ends tonight!!!

Count the minutes, Snarf. Think about what this match means to you. Because, when zero-hour finally comes, I'll be waiting. Waiting to beat you. Waiting to batter you. Waiting to break you. And, most of all, waiting to send you out of the RDCW on a stretcher.

Tonight, Snarf, I'm going to do more than hurt you. Tonight, I'm going to end you!

Joe Mama drops the mic. "Township Rebellion" starts up. He makes the motion again, and the music stops. He silently makes his way out of the ring and out to the back.

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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