. Only every fifth overhead light is on. There is a faint smell of cedar sawdust and paint. Ichabod sits alone in the empty arena that is getting set up already for the Dope Show. He wears his world title around his waist and his fists are clenched. He looks up with a disturbed look on his face.
Ichabod stands up and walks away from his seat and down the aisle toward where the ring will be.
It never seems to fail here that just as soon as someone worth a damn steps up to make a decent challenge, some fuckin second rater like Jade Jeckell has to ruin the whole thing. And why, because he wanted a title shot, he was tired of holding that piece of tin the US title? So he comes taking shots at my brother and I? Well,
He is in the center of the floor now. He unstraps the belt and holds it out in one hand, and the evil look comes into his face.
Ichabod moves some things aside on a speaker case and then hops up to sit down as a few more lights come on.

In the unlikely event that you pull of a win, you will be facing my brother at HFO, because he will win that match on Friday, Jade Jeckell. He has the sickness in him, even if he isn't in the Revelation anymore. Either way, the Sickness is going to bring you down Jade Jeckell, you won't be the world champion after Dope Show, and if you are, you won't hold on to it at HFO! We are too much for you, and you and the whole fuckin' Juggalo nation cannot handle the anger that drives us all to destroy you!