The camera cuts back to the ring, which is now set up to resemble a Roman coliseum. "Ecstasy of Gold" is playing. Louie Bastardo in the ring dressed as Julius Ceasar. Behind is Grace, dressed as Cleopatra. Louie begins to speak.
LB: Greetings, peons! Tonight, I, Ceasar Bastardo, am consenting to grace (heh) you all with my presence. Along with my lovely queen of the Nile.
Grace smiles and bows just a bit.
LB: And tonight, we are celebrating. For tonight, the Family begins the long trip back to greatness! For tonight, the cancerous boil of the ass of the Family will be lanced by the Pitbull, Charlie!
Crowd booes at the mention of Charlie's name.
LB: That's right! Charlie's gonna show Balls Nasty what walking the Pitbull line is all about! He's gonna give Balls Nasty the Tower of London and he's gonna bring that Hardcore Porn belt back where it belongs! To the Family!
Crowd chants "Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls!"
LB: He ain't comin out here! The restraining order that my lawyers have filed has seen to that!
MarcuM: Balls Nasty will never be allowed within fifty feet of Louie or Grace!
Monroe: I'm sure we're all very happy to know that.
LB: Which brings me to another piece of Family business. PenWing. I know you're here tonight. I know you're gonna be in your friend's corner for her match. Let me give you a little piece of advice. Don't even consider coming back. Because Howlerama and Charlie are just itching to finish what they've begun with you. And while you're out there later tonight, you might want to tell little miss Nuriko that she should stay far out of the Family's sights, if she doesn't want a repeat of what happened to her a few months back.
Louie and Grace look at each other and smile wickedly as the fans begin a "TNR!" chant.
LB: Now before we leave you tonight, I'd like to send out a personal message.
Louie pauses and removes his sunglasses.
LB: Joe Mama. David. I've gotten to know you pretty well since coming here. You've been one of my closest confidants. We were an unstoppable force. But what you're set on doing tonight. . .don't do it, son. Please, for your own sake. Don't get in the ring tonight. This match, it's barbaric. It's inhuman. You're still hurt, David. Think about your life, my boy. You've got so much to live for. I'd hate to see you toss it all away like this. It's not worth it, son. I know you don't want to listen to me or anyone else right now. That's ok. It's your life and your decision to make. I'm just asking you not to throw it away like this. You've got a wonderful family, a beautiful girl, and you've made a name for yourself. You've done it all. Don't throw all that away for this petty little match. I've said my piece. Come on, darling.
"Ecstasy of Gold" plays again as Louie and Grace exit the ring.
Monroe: Wow, a shocking show of concern from the Family patriarch!
MarcuM: Shocking? What do you know about Louie? He's a true gentleman! This just proves it!
Monroe: Why don't we ask the SDC or the Tuesday Night Rockers about that one?
MarcuM: Those losers wouldn't know class if it jumped up and hit them with a chair!
