Shriek the lips
Across ragged tongue,
Convulsing together.sing
Violently, move the jaw
Cry aloud. bound up the dead
Triumphantly

The ragged they come and
The ragged they kill!
You pray so hard on bloody knees.
The ragged they come and
The ragged they kill!
Down in the cool air I can see.

Hey, yeah - I’m the one that you wanted
Hey, yeah - I’m your superbeast
Hey, yeah - I’m the one that you wanted
Hey, yeah - I’m your superbeast


*Grimm appears on the rampway, in his custom tailored black suit, mic in hand.

"Did I hear that? Did I hear right? Did Joooooooeeeeeeeee Maaaaamaaaaa just say that I owe him? You think I owe you, Joe? Well, lets see. . .You come out here tonight to the old rWo theme music. . . *small pop from some of the scattered, remaining rWo fans. . . .you come out all in black. . .sounds familiar. . . *smirks a bit as the crowd cheers. and not to mention, last but most definitely not least. . ."

*Begins walking down the rampway

"You're standing in that ring wearing two belts that as far as I'm concerned. . . *Grimm's expression goes from one of amused nonchalance to one complete seriousness. . . still belong to ME!" *Crowd erupts as Grimm reaches the ringside area.

"And one day, I fully intend to reclaim what's mine! So the way I see it, Joe, the only thing I owe you. . ." *Grimm walks up the steps and enters the ring. "Is the mother of all ASS KICKINGS!!!" *Crowd really cuts loose this time, cheering and standing.

*Joe Mama tosses the belts aside and raises his mic. "Bring it on, then! I've already kicked your sorry ass for these belts and put you on the shelf for months!"

*Grimm is now standing directly in front of Joe. At the sound of Joe's comment, his expression reverts to amusment again, as he turns and walks around Joe. "Aheh. Beat me, sure. . .kicked my ass. . .maybe. . .put me on the shelf? Not on your best day, bub. You see, while I was off dealing with personal business, I watched you, Joe. As I've watched you from day one. I've seen what you've accomplished and I know who you've beaten."

*Joe raises the mic, smiling as the crowd quiets down a bit. JM: "I'm listening."

"Let's go down the list here. We're nearing the end of your rookie year here in RDCW, and you've already had three titles strapped around your waist all at once! You've beaten men with a lot more skills and experience than you. You took a beating from three guys at once and survived, even thrived. Hell, Joe, you were one of the guys, if not the guy to finish off the rWo!"

*Crowd gives a mixed reaction, some cheering for Joe, some cheering at the mention of the rWo. Joe nods and smiles at this, remembering his glory days. JM: "I'm listening."

"But you've let success go to your head, Joe Mama. You think now that you've made a mark, a serious dent in RDCW in your rookie year, that you can coast and live off of your past glories!"

*Crowd cheers as Joe's smile begins to fade.

"You wanna blame me for the Bastardo Family and their rise to the top? No, Joe, they're success is due to the failure of you and your buddies to get the job done! Hell, you can't even get along with each other!"

*Joe is furious. JM: "Now wait a damn-"

"NO, YOU WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!" *Grimm turns back to Joe as the two men stand nose to nose. "I'm the acting GM around here right now, I'm running this show, and what I say goes! And you will defend those belts where and when I say! And at Arma Gadda Da Vidda, you will get in the ring with Captain Sammitch, you will defend the EuroTrash title, and you will settle your differences like men! And what's more, it will be an ASYLUM RULES MATCH!"

*Joe steps back a bit, somewhat surprised and maybe a little shaken. JM: "Who the hell has Sammitch ever beaten to get a title shot?"

"Need I remind you that Sammitch is a two-time Lightweight Faggot champion as well as a former Hardcore Porn champ? Not to mention last week, he kicked the crap out of a guy a helluva lot bigger than you, Two-Ton Tommy, in a steel cage! When was the last time you defeated one of Bastardo's minions?"

*Joe is getting visibly pissed off now. JM: "Listen, mother-"

"In fact, Joe when was the last time you defended a title? It's been a couple of weeks, I'm sure! Oh, wait. . . realization hits Grimm. You have a title defense tonight! You and your hermaphroditic loveslave, Son of Mxy! You know, I always thought you were the butch, but after your whining out here tonight, Joe, I have to reconsider that one."

*Joe flips out and nails Grimm in the face with mic. The two begin brawling as officials and security storm the ring, trying to separate them. Finally, security pulls them apart. Grimm picks up his mic, removing his ripped up shirt.

"Whoohhh, he's a little frisky, that one. Listen up, Joe, if I were you, I'd stay in the back with your little ladyboy friend, and get ready for your match tonight! Because Notwedge and Captain of Outer Space are gonna finish what they started two weeks ago!"

*Crowd cheers loudly.

"And this Sunday at Arma Gadda Da Vidda, Captain Sammitch is gonna beat you down and pull that EuroTrash title off of your waist!"

*Grimm's music hits again, as the crowd goes wild. Show fades out on Joe Mama, standing at the rampway, surrounded by security, fuming over this turn of events.