"Faded" blasts over the speakers. The crowd gets to its feet, waiting for Joe Mama to head down the ramp. He never shows, but the music keeps playing. All of a sudden one side of the Cheese Dome gets that much louder. The rest of the crowd turns to see Joe Mama making his way through the portion of the fans. The audience is chanting. Joe Mama makes it to the ring area, swipes a microphone from the announcers table, and slides into the ring. He stands and runs two fingers long the top rope, then examines them closely. He looks to the audience, shrugs for a moment, and then brings the microphone up to speak.

Marcum: I get his costume! He's acting like a healthy wrestler who's NOT gonna have his career ended tonight!

Monroe: Marcum, just shut the hell up! The Big Cheese Champ is going to speak!

JM: JASON!!! GRIMM!!! JASON-GRIMM!!! Are you out there? Can you hear me as you prepare for our match tonight? Is Harley with you, taping up your fists and wondering what she's gotten herself into? Because you know, don't you Jason? You know exactly what's coming! It's the Last Blood Match! LAST BLOOD MATCH!!! LAST BLOOD MATCH!!!

The crowd is chanting, "Last Blood Match!!!"

JM: No referee wants to oversee this match! And I heard that a few, upon hearing the FULL details and stipulations, fainted dead away! Trick or treat, guys!!! Doc - whoever you have as the "special" referee, send 'em home! It'll be easy to tell who the winner is - just look for the one guy standing over the bloody, pulpy mess in the center of the ring!!!

Jason, all the posturing you've been doing about "The Dark Side" ends tonight. In this ring, you WILL come face to face with the Dark Side! And as your stomach churns with the nausea that will come from knowing that you don't measure up...as your eyes widen in the disbelieve that precedes the horrible realization that your end is near...as you stand before the very monster that even monsters wake up screaming from visions of...know this: what will happen tonight was INEVITABLE!!! The punishment that I will inflict upon you is necessary! Tonight, Jason, I will give you the gift that you've been begging for: your own destruction!

The crowd is cheering at what seems to the a fully-rested, healthy Joe Mama.

Monroe: It's good to have the Champion back and ready to fight!!!

Marcum: I'll believe he's 100% when I see the match!

JM: You'll notice, if you look over there (points) that there are about eight to ten empty seats. Those belong to my family. They won't be here tonight. They've made it clear that they do not agree with my decision to compete tonight against doctor's orders and sanity itself. I accept their decisions...as a matter of fact, knowing what an "honorable" competitor Jason is, I'm glad that they won't be here, as either targets or distractions. Because that the type of battle we're about to enter. That's the reality of what's to come! You ask, "What is a Last Blood Match, Joe Mama?" I tell you this - better you not know, for if I revealed even the smallest stipulation before its time, your fragile minds would reject the message as you went completely mad from fear! To tell you all now would doom you to a fear-struck death, your eyes glazed over in terror, your mouths forever locked in a silent scream! This match is not immoral! It is as AMORAL as the eldritch Old Gods that Jason pretends to know intimately!!!

Marcum: Did Joe Mama just reference Lovecraft?

Monroe: It is HALLOWEEN Handjobs...

JM: Tonight, Jason, you and I will battle! You bring your new valet and your sickness! Bring your pain and your determination. And I swear to you...as your friend and opponent...that I will end your suffering once and for all!!!

"Faded" cues up again. As the crowd cheers and chants, Joe Mama takes a moment to acknowledge them and hype them up even more. Then he exits the ring, hops over a barrier opposite from where he came in, and leave through the crowd.

Monroe: Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, we still don't know what a Last Blood Match is but I'll tell you this: we are in for one HELL of a fight tonight! That's the most focused and determined I've seen the Champ in a while!!!

Marcum: It doesn't matter how much he yells or what he yells to the crowd, Monroe! All that matters is the match itself, and I think that Grimm is ready to finish what he started last month!!!

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