Keep talking, it gives me time to decide which angle to rip out your throat.
The Ripper is present with the Liston Edge Society.
"It appears that Nobody is the only one who really wants to challenge me for the title. He's also fallen into some kind of comedic parody of himself. Focusing on making them all laugh, instead of the challenge that lies ahead. No matter. We know what we are going to do. Slow burn, then the fire will rise and the Society will take it's first of many accolades."
The Ripper clutched his hand menacingly.
"Shiiit, You didn't tell me we wuz gonna burn somthin, I fergot ma gas!"
Jed spoke with a shaking fervor.
The Ripper sighed to himself and dug his fingers into the deathmask eye sockets.
"It's not literal, we've been over this. Just do what we discussed or improvise, there's only one of them out there for now. Veronica, have everything ready, at least you share a cognitive brain with Lily."
"HEY! I's got ta raight min!"
Chainsaw Ed shouted.
"Oh, of course you do Edward, that's why you have your overalls on backwards and inside out. You know the plan? Prove it to me. Execute it as told flawlessly."
Ripper adjusted his coat and black bag. It was time for the exhibition to begin.
As "Red Raw" began to roar, The trademark entrance fog built up inside the arena.
" Hey! Who farted? Is that why they call you Ripper?"
Nobody was still jacking his jaw on the mic.
" WOAH! Man that stuff stinks! What is that? Burnt tires or did you have bangers and mash?"
Ripper let him talk, and slowly worked his way through the thick fog to the outside of the staging area. He was in the crowd now, but being a vampire, the sheep hardly knew it.
The Red hue within the lights sparked as a dark figure darted to ringside and slid in the ring. Nobody was still making bad jokes. Then the red lights came up and "Red Raw" stopped, just as Nobody heard the sound of a ball and chain sliding from Ripper's arm.