James White: His opponent, hailing from Boston Massachusetts...he is the Heavyweight Cheese Champion! The Enforcer! The Lone Wolf!! JOE MAMA!!!
"Faded" plays and Joe Mama steps out from the back onto the ramp. He is wearing his black jeans, steel-toed boots, and his Red Sox visitor's jersey (#33). The Big Cheese Belt is over his left shoulder. He's holding a microphone in his right hand. As he walks down the ramp he speaks, and the volume of his entrance music is lowered to let everyone hear him.
JM: No, Jason. No costumes. No false identities or made up personas. No characters tonight. Just you and me. Rage calling to rage. Hate calling to hate. Blood calling to blood. You and I settle this once and for all.
As he stands near the ropes, not in the ring just yet, Joe Mama looks at Harleykwin.His face is blank, but there seems to be...pity?...in his eyes.
JM: And you...I asked you to stay out of this. As your friend and someone who cares about you, I begged you to stay away. You didn't listen. You thought I was joking. Or maybe you just don't care. But it doesn't matter. Your fate is sealed just as Jason's fate is sealed. Just as my fate is sealed. This ends tonight. For Jason. For me. And for you...
The crowd gasps as Joe Mama uses Harleykwin's real name. Her cocky grin and haughty demeanor melt away into shock, horror...and rage. Her face twists into a mask of hate and she screams at Joe Mama. Joe Mama grabs the barbed wire top rope with both hands and squeezes. He enters the ring with blood rising from the wounds in his hands, eyes locked on Grimm. He shows the wounds to him, smiling, and then they clash...
Uschi said:I won't rape you, I'll just fuck you 'till it hurts and then not stop and you'll cry.
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