"Faded" plays as Joe Mama walks down the ramp to the cheers of the crowd. He is battered. He is bruised. He has bandages on various wounds. But he is grinning from ear to ear. He takes a microphone from Monroe and enters the ring. He takes a few moments to play up to the crowd (something he hasn't done in a long time), and then speaks.

JM: Grimm would have you all believe that bad officiating from Mick Foliage cost him the Big Cheese Title. Grimm would probably also blame The Doctor for calling the match. He'd most likely lay some blame on his "groupies" for not coming out to help him. And maybe he'd even point the finger at his broke-down busted-ass girlfriend for being one step up from useless. Makes no difference, because it all comes down to one simple fact: Grimm, you came to this ring with one goal in mind and YOU COULDN'T GET THE JOB DONE!!!

The crowd is cheering.

Marcum: Y'think Joe Mama's looking to end his career tonight? Why instigate with Grimm?

JM: Now, I'm not saying that I settled anything, m'self. When that match ended, I wasn't exactly doing jumping jacks in the center of the ring, waiting for you to get up from the Grade-A ass-kicking I gave you. But I'm not laying blame on anyone else's doorstep. I gave 100%, I was given 100%. In the end, neither of us could go on. End of story...or is it?

Monroe: That's the mark of a TRUE Champion! Losers make excuses, winners take the glory and the blame!

Marcum: Are you calling Grimm a loser?

JM: Next week...Anathema Wednesday. You and me, Grimm. Frankly, I don't care what kind of match the fans vote for. Electify the cage. Stick us in Thunderdome. Throw some nooses around the ring. Send us to the Kamphausen Estates for some mindless violence. Hell, lock us in a small room where Harley can do a strip tease while Rob acts out his favorite issues of Batman...actually, don't do that. There's a difference between "hardcore" and "cruel and unusual"!

Laughter from the crowd. Both Monroe and Marcum try to stifle chuckles.

JM: You'll notice I stopped calling you Jason, Grimm. See, that was the mistake I made going into our Last Blood Match. I remembered who you were. Jason was the guy who took me under his wing in ECW. Jason helped train me. Jason was my friend and a mentor to me. You're Grimm - you're the guy I beat to win the Eurotrash Title. Grimm was the guy I stomped to win my first Tag Team Titles. And Grimm was the guy I locked in a coffin that I staked. Jason was a man. Grimm is a joke. A loser who continues to piss on his legacy with revised history and passing off blame. Grimm, at Anathema Wednesday, I WILL beat you! Doesn't matter what the match is - you WILL lose to me...AGAIN!!! Bring Harley. Bring those jokers you run with. Bring all the black clothes and angst you can buy from Hot Topic, Grimm! I'll bring your latest defeat!

"Faded" cues up again. Joe Mama leaves the ring, flips the microphone to Madman Marcum, and then pauses for a moment before hopping the divider and into the crowd. He makes his way through them as they cheer and chant.

Monroe: Strong words from the Champion! Looks like he's still got plenty of fire inside!

Marcum: Joe Mama just signed his death warrant! You don't badmouth the monster of the RDCW, slag the Dark Lords AND his personal valet, and expect to survive your next match! Joe Mama is a dead man walking!!!

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I won't rape you, I'll just fuck you 'till it hurts and then not stop and you'll cry.

MisterJLA: RACKS so hard, he called Jim Rome "Chris Everett." In Him, all porn is possible. He is far above mentions in so-called "blogs." RACK him, lest ye be lost!

"I can't even brush my teeth without gagging!" - Tommy Tantillo: Wank & Cry, heckpuppy, and general laughingstock

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