*The Cheese-o-tron flickers to life to show Balls Nasty with his back towards the camera and wearing coveralls covered in dirt. He is standing in a shallow hole a little over six feet in length and a couple of feet in width. A shovel is in his hand. The view just past him shows the Cheesedome arena.*
"His vesture was dabbled in blood--and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror."
Today is Halloween, Charlie. Time for Trick-or-Treaters to put on their masks and parade around for all to see. Did you bring your mask, Charlie?
*Nasty turns around to show that his face is covered in dried blood.*
Because I'm wearing mine! And I brought my bag of tricks! Tonight, Charlie, I'm going to show you the power burning deep within my spirit! As hard as I try to remove the stain of the Family from my person, you keep coming back and latching on to me. You think that by fighting me, you'll become more recognizable. More popular. In fact, you'll only be another name on the long list of people who met their defeat by my hands. Tonight, I'll remove your stain just like I did El Superbeasto and Howler; and I'll lay all this to rest. Right here, in this hole, Charlie. Right here where you can still look up at the Cheesdome, knowing that I, a true champion, still fight and still crush the weak and the worthless. Don't worry, Charlie. I've made sure that you'll have a little company.
*He points over to the right and the camera follows. There is another shallow hole just like the first, but it is only about five feet in length.*
