The Sickness is Rising
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. 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.

You know monday night could have marked the end of a lot of pain for me, the end of years of rivalry and torture that comes from being in a pair of overachievers. The chance to finally show my Reverend that I am the better brother. I finally was going to do it. But then, unsurprisingly actually, Jade Jeckell prances down to the ring with his wood and proceeds to take my brother and I out with it, costing me the match, costing me the night, and costing me the chance to end all of this crap I have been through over the years.

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.

You want this, Jade? You wanna try your luck with this crazy infected bastard? well, fine. On dope show, you come and get it you fuckin choad. I will be right there in the ring waiting to beat the living hell out of you just one.. more.. time! You see, I don' think you realize what you have done, Jade. You have set yourself up for the biggest fall ever by making this a double title match. Either way.

Ichabod moves some things aside on a speaker case and then hops up to sit down as a few more lights come on.

I only have a few minutes before the crew gets here, so I will explain quickly. You have to beat me on the Dope Show to be in the main event at Hell Froze over. That, my friend,will never happen. I am the world champion, and a class athelete. You are way out of your league stepping into the ring with the father of the Revelation.

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!

World Champion: Ichabod, now and forever.