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(About in the middle of the show, the lights flicker a bit, and a bluesy, acoustic guitar begins playing. Soon, Danzig sings the following words...)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xgFzl4fMCy8

Comes the light
Comes the flame
Comes the child who is

Come the sword
Come the flame
Come the end of bliss's reign

Come the dawn
Come the day
Wake the softest soul up

Come the fire
Come the change
Lick the rose of Venus' shame

Come the night
Come the death
Down the path out of!

As the slide starts, and then the drums and the band joins in, that's when a very small man storms out of the back, and begins to walk quickly down the entrance ramp. Red hair, black overalls, red and black striped shirt, it's hard not to draw the distinction to Chucky, especially seeing how he is a Little Person. He isn't the big-headed, small fingered sort, but rather perfectly formed, just quite small. 4'7 and 100 pounds, he is built for someone of his size, at least. Still, he's a lot smaller then the motorized weedwacker he's carrying. He's such a peculiar sight, storming down the ring, that we almost don't notice the man behind him, a spitting image of popular fictional slasher, 'Michael Myers', down to the jumpsuit, though this one is wearing white gloves. Also, his mask looks like it can stay on during a fight, which is an improvement over the movie version. He walks at a slow, casual gait to offset the mad march of the pint-sized ringleader.

In no time, the two of them approach the ring, the small one mobbing up the steps and hopping between the middle and bottom rope, Myers just sliding in methodically...dropping the weedwacker, Casey moves over to one of the technicians, and demands a mic. Myers just stands there, arms at his sides, looking down at the pint-sized brawler.)

Little Person(Casey Holtz): Alright alright alright, cut the goddamn music...

(Casey is about to go on, when he stops to stare at a very large fan at ringside, enjoying a serving of nachos with a beer. Holtz sneers his ugly face at the very large fan enjoying his food.)

Holtz: Enjoying those chips, tubby? Is it worth the rest of us looking at your stupid fat jowls move around as you eat? Huh? I hope you choke, piece of s**t...

(Casey's general hostility instantly sets the audience members on edge, in particular the large gentleman who looks genuinely offended. He flips off the little person, but at this point he doesn't care, as he paces around the ring, talking. Myers takes no action, simply stays there.)

Holtz: Alright, so let me tell you slack-jaws a story. Me and Killer over there in the corner, we bust our hides in shitty, smalltown fed after shitty, smalltown fed. We work, 7 days a goddamn week, year in, year out, different town, different ring, different referees, different letters stamped all over that arena, but the same goddamn story every time: Put everything on the line, put your bodies, put your health, put your well-being all on the line, and for nothing. For...NOTHING! But y'know what? That's fine. I love to get bloody and I love to fight, and the s**t pay, the long hours, the injuries and the personal bodily harm, it's all part of the show. And, that big f-cker over there in the corner? I don't think he's even f-cking HUMAN, I never heard him so much as say "ow" before, right?!

(Casey looks over at Myers, who is of course, unreadable due to that mask. Casey looks around at the people, some booing, but more of them are just trying to listen to this story. Casey nods, and brings the mic back to his lips, continuing in that voice that sounds like rusted iron going through a cheese grater.)

Holtz: So finally, we go through enough bingo halls, and we make a name for ourselves, or we start to. Beyond all the politicking, beyond all the a**-kissing, beyond all the uppity, cowardly horseshit that pushes others to the top? We shut up, and we do our goddamn jobs, and we start to show people. We show people that there's a face out there, that you don't want to see, but it's lookin' at you, it's f-ckin' lookin' at you all the while you try to hide and ignore it. It ain't pretty, it ain't beautiful, it ain't nice, it ain't anything you wish the world to be, it ain't what yer wastin' yer life in a cubicle for, but it's there, it's there while yer tryin' to hide and run away, it's there and it's f-ckin' lookin' at you. We....WE?! WE....MAKE PEOPLE LOOK! WE...WE F-CKIN' MAKE PEOPLE...NOTICE! EEEEEEEH HEEE HE HE HE HE HE HE, HEEEEE!

(His cackle is eerie and unnerving, much like a doll-like slasher he bears an uncanny resemblance to...soon, he regains his composure, and as the camera starts following him, as we notice his scarred up face more and more, he goes back to speaking.)

Holtz: We make people realize, that there's more in this world then them and their little problems. We show people the grotesque, the bizarre, and the truly f-cked up. We show people just how far from "ok" our precious planet earth really is. And people take notice. In particular, Cartwright takes notice. Cartwright, The Talented One! 2-Time, GCW World Heavyweight Champion! First ever, MWL World Champion! First ever, GZW World Champion, almost held that belt a f-cking year! Innovator of the Cartwright Crippler! And owner of a federation we've heard nothing but f-cking roses about, Extreme...Entertainment...Wrestling! From hearing every washed out hasbeen go on about it, you'd think it was Graceland!

(Casey draws a mixed reaction from this remark, but he could give a s**t as he keeps going, grabbing a pack of smokes from the front pocket of his overalls.)

Holtz: So, we make our way over, and lo and behold, Cartwright and his pack of goonies, they like what they see. But hey, forget how long we've been in this business, forget that we are worth twice as much as any 3rd rate loser with tattoos and a Gogoplata finishing move, we've never stepped into the glorious EEW arena before, we're...we're NEWBIES! AND WE GOTTA GO TO THE F-CKING NEWBIE SHOW, SPEED! But hey. Hey, that's fine! There ain't nobody we won't fight, nobody we won't go toe-to-toe against, ain't nobody we won't cut the f-ck down to get where we need to be! So we wait, wait for the show, wait to see what the next card is gonna be, and guess what? GUESS THE F-CK WHAT, YOU SORRY SACKS OF s**t?! WE AIN'T ON IT! ARE YOU JOKING ME?! THIS IS WHAT WE BUST OUR ASSES FOR, TO BE IGNORED CAST TO THE SIDE?! ARE YOU JOKING ME?! No! No, EEW, no "JED"! That's not good enough! Somebody come out here, and explain to us just what in the f-ck is going on! Right now! Right f-cking now!

(Casey Holtz drops the microphone, and begins puffing his smoke and glaring up at the arena as the fans boo his blatant disrespect. He is pacing back and forth as Myers stays standing there, unmoving this entire time save to adjust his gloves once and a while. It's clear they want someone to respond to them.)

OOC: Ya responded to my thread, awesomeness! blaugh

I'm wondering, do you have any additional information, about those characters? If so, I can't find any. Sorry! sweatdrop

(Casey Holtz actually grins big and immediately goes for his weedwacker, grabbing it and starting to revv it, the gas engine taking quite a few pulls to 'kickstart'. He shouts over to Myers, who simply adjusts his gloves and stares at the approaching men, obviously ready.)

Holtz: "Juggalos! These stupid f-ckers will be tough as nails! LET'S SEE WHAT THEY GOT!"

(Both men eagerly await the entrance of their opponents...)

(A word about the weedwacker. It was designed to cut grass, but it didn't have metal blades. Instead it had, basically, green wire, and any time it encounters something tougher then grass? Rocks, broken glass, human flesh? It snaps off, rather then break the entire weedwacker by trying to cut what it can't. It had a lot of wire stored up, so that the wire could snap possibly hundreds of times, but still be capable of doing it's job. That wasn't to say, however, that the blades were painless. In fact, it hurt like a mother, it just wouldn't end up killing you any time soon. It might feel like it, however.

Casey Holtz didn't care about any of this, and just ran up quickly to Jack, trying to smash that weedwacker into the Juggalos' chest, giggling and cackling as he did so. He didn't f-ck around when it came to HIS job, that was for damn sure!

Meanwhile, Killer Myers looked at Jake, and slowly started to step toward the clown, calmly adjusting his gloves one last time, and sizing his opponent up...)

OOC: But I mean, what do they look like? Do they look like painted clowns, or different?

(Casey Holtz grinned to himself, it appeared as if the clown wasn't falling down! This was excellent, been a while since they fought some tough ********! The midget finally pulled the weedwacker away, and throwing it aside, he charged forward, aiming to land a heavy haymaker to Jack's groin, as he grit his teeth up at the yellow-faced lunatic.)

Holtz: "That feel good, clownboy?! Laugh it up!"

(Meanwhile, Myers approached Jake, and those leg kicks hit the mark, every time. The big man in the black jumpsuit and white mask staggered from every blow, finally going to one knee, but the second his left knee hit the mat, he surged back up, aiming to land a big throat-thrust uppercut. He made no pained sounds, merely continued that labored, heavy breathing of his...)

(Casey Holtz gave a sneer at Jack, and ran away a few feet, only to charge back and attempt a running, front dropkick, aimed squarely at the clown's face, the little man's eyes filled with nothing but hatred.

Meanwhile, Myers dropped to his knees beside Jake, and shooting his hand down, attempted a one-handed choke-hold to the prone brother. If successful, Myers would stare unblinkingly into the face of Jake the whole time, clearly not even trying to hold back...

That is, if the choke even connected.)

(Casey Holtz gave a delighted giggle as Jack hit the mat, and rolled to his feet, bringing a boxcutter out from his overalls, and ran over. He would try to grab a fistfull of Jack's hair, and 'clicked' out some razor-sharp metal, as he glared down at Jack...Jack might notice that Casey is upside down, if any of this worked, and if he didn't scramble away or something.)

Holtz: I'm gonna carve a hatchetman into your f-cking forehead!

(And with that, he tried to bring the boxcutter down, trying to fulfill his promise, though if he managed to do this, it would be an upside down Hatchetman...

and meanwhile, Myers didn't panic when Jake clamped down in his fingers, not even when he felt the skin of his white gloves break, and felt blood trickle from his digits. He simply breathed a bit harder as he curled his left hand into a fist, and attempted a number of curved rabbit-punches, all aiming at the side of Jake's face, his jaw and temple. First step was to get Jake to stop biting, and THEN he could worry about his fingers...)

OOC: You're a pretty badass opponent so far, man. biggrin

(Casey Holtz and Jack seemed to be at an impasse, with Holtz trying to bring down the boxcutter, gritting his teeth, obsessed with making this mark on the Juggalo. Knowing he'd never overpower the larger man with only his one hand coming down, Holtz sacrificed the grip on Jack's hair to add to his own force, trying to bring the cutter down!

And after a few more punches to Jake's head, Myers finally reached down, and aimed to dig his fingers into the jaw of the clown, trying to get his fingers free, and not caring how much bodily harm he had to inflect on Jake to GET free!)

(In Casey's rush to literally carve a crude stick figure into Jack's head, he never saw the boot fly up, never even considered a Juggalo could be that flexible! He got smashed along the face and flew back, hitting his back hard and flipping head over heels so he was face down, boxcutter scattered, and struggling to get up...

Meanwhile, Myers took the boot to his temple, and landed hard on his side. And with Jake still having Myers' fingers in his mouth, he had two choices: Try to resist the momentum of a 6'8, 300 pound man pulling away and risk getting some of his front teeth yanked or broken, or let go of the bigger man's hand. Regardless of what Jake chose to do, Myers would roll over to his back...then start to sit up, still not a sound being uttered from him.)