The crowd is clearly behind Grimm in their impatience. There is grumbling and a few attempts to start various chants. But for several moments, nothing happens. There appears to be some movement from the back. And then...PYROTECHNICS!!!A full array of explosions go off at the top of the ramp as "Faded" blasts out over the speakers. The fans that aren't completely stunned by the display are cheering wildly, insanely.
Marcum: HOLY SHIT!!!
Monroe: Joe Mama sure felt like making an appearance tonight!
Joe Mama walks down the ramp and enters the ring. He stops in front of Grimm, who is still annoyed, smiles, and then walks over to Harleykwin. The look on her face hasn't changed a bit. He holds out his hand and she gives him a microphone. Joe Mama waits for the music and the sounds of fans and pyro alike before speaking.JM: Y'know, Grimm, you big spooky prick, you could've just nudged me a little. I wake up pretty easily.
Grimm: What the hell was all that crap? Who'd you pay off to get all that?
JM:
(Looking "innocent") Huh? But...I thought that all belonged to you.
(Glances "innocently" at Harley) You mean that's not your pyro display?
Grimm: Funny guy...is there anything of interest you want to talk about?
JM: As a matter of fact, yes. First of all, I hate you, you giant ugly fucker. When this alliance is over, I'm going to take great pleasure in ending your career. Secondly, I'm still mad at you for lying to me during my match with what's-his-name...
Grimm: Krazed.
JM: Yeah...whatever. You owe me an apology. And, thirdly...
JM spins towards the camera, the mask of joviality melts into one of pure hatred.JM: Ghost Hog, I can forgive you for puking on me last week. I'm a college grad. I was in a fraternity. Heavy drinking and puking on one another was just part of a normal weekend back in the day. And I'm not even mad about you blindsiding me with a chair. This is still, at last check, a wrestling promotion. Chairshots happen, particularly when the one taking the shot is a miserable, washed-up, no-talent jobber like you Ghost Hog. You can't bumble your way up the rankings, so you jockey for a match the only way you know how. Again, not surprising to me. But you managed to annoy the HELL outta me with THIS display:
The Cheese-O-Tron comes alive with footage from last week's match. Ghost Hog is kneeling in from of a terrified, dressed as Heidi, Penny. He's crying and drooling and begging "Heidi" to come back to him.JM: Very manly, Ghost Hog. That was bad enough. But THIS...THIS is inexcusable!!!
The footage on the Cheese-O-Tron changes to what looks like a hand-held camera moving towards a dumpster. A hand appears and opens the flaps to reveal Tiffany sitting in garbage, drunkenly babbling to a mannequin that looks uncomfortably like Heidi Schwartz.
Tiffany: Don' fhreaten me wif a goo' tiiiiiiiiiiiime!JM: A REAL DOLL, Ghost Hog! You had a Real Doll made form Heidi's likeness! Do you know how sick that is? Do you have the faintest clue of what that says about you as a man...no, no, as a human being?!? How much did you spend for that abomination, Ghost Hog, and how are you prepared to deal with the fact that you've violated the RDCW's policy towards copyright infringement AND use of a person's likeness? You've got a LOT to answer for, Ghost Hog...
Monroe: But what about...?
Marcum: Grimm: Dude...are you gonna do something about Tiffany? I mean, that's wrong even by MY standards!
JM:
(Momentarily breaks kayfabe) Oh, no worries, man. That's pretty much where I found her back in Chicago. She'll dry up enough to get out of there and catch a bus back. You'd be surprised how much she's made from Rock Of Love and appearances...
(Back into character)Tonight, Ghost Hog, I'm going to hurt you bad! I'm not even thinking about winning this match, I just want to put you out of your misery! You are a fucking BLIGHT on this promotion! You are an embarrassment to wrestling in general. Why don't you just retire? Or, at worst, go join the WWE - I'm sure they're looking for a shitty wrestler who can puke on demand. Hell, maybe everyone will get lucky and you'll follow the last one's career path!
Grimm: Dude...
JM: What, too soon?
Ghost Hog, when you enter this ring with me tonight, just know that you're facing off against the only person who DOESN'T pity you. The only man who sees you for what you are: a disgusting, booze-soaked never-was who doesn't deserve the opportunity to be destroyed by the RDCW's most dominant competitor! Let others talk about "getting you the help you need." Tonight, Ghost Hog, you're getting what you deserve...
And Johnny Evil? Don't think for a second that our past alliance somehow exempts you from what's to come. My business is with Ghost Hog, but if you take a step into the ring with me, I'll beat you bad. And then I'll throw you to this man! I'm sure the monster Grimm is just DYING to pay you back for the last few weeks! Aren't you, big man?
(Grimm finally smiles, a horrible promise of the carnage to come. He nods. Harleykwin is beaming at her men's intensity.)JM: Boys, be prepared for the reckoning. Tonight, in this ring, HELL is coming to the RDCW! You want violence?!?
(Turns to the crowd) You want violence?!?
(The crowd cheers. Joe Mama turns to Grimm) You want violence?!?
(Grimm and Harley nod. The gleam in their eyes speaks of horrors and atrocities)Then
LET THERE BE VIOLENCE!!!Joe Mama slams the microphone on to the mat as "Faded" starts up again. He takes a moment to acknowledge the crowd, and then rushes over to stand in front of Grimm. The two are practically nose-to-nose, shouting in each other's face as an ecstatic Harleykwin looks on. Then they break the "face down" and walk towards the ropes. Harleykwin widens then to let her men through. They glance at each other and Joe Mama motions "after you." Grimm leaves the ring as Joe Mama takes a moment to look over the crowd, grimace, and drag his thumb across his throat. The crowd goes wild as he leave the ring and the trio head to the back.
Monroe: Strong words from the Champion. It looks like he and Grimm are on the same damned page!
Marcum: Are they...Monroe, do they look like they're...actually getting along???
Monroe & Marcum: *shudder*