It's Grapple Groove time! Over the protests of his father who wanted to watch golf for another five hours, Jake takes control of the television and tunes into wrestling just in time to hear sinister guitars, stomping drums, and women wailing, announcing Mark Cain's entrance into the ring. Cain, a beefy tanned white guy with a tattooed face, slouches down into the ring, rolling beneath the bottom rope and then slithering to his feet. A microphone drops from above the ring and the music cuts out as Cain snarls at the crowd.
"He doesn't look happy tonight," one of the announcers, Felix Fatality, says.
"When does he ever look happy?" Steve Dore, the other announcer, asks.
Cain takes the microphone and grips it like a rope tossed to a drowning man, "There's only so much a man can take before he breaks."
The crowd starts to boo. Cain waits for the audience to calm down a bit, then continues, "And I've taken a lot. I'm on the road for my job, so my wife's been screwing around on me behind my back, then when she finds out one of her lovers has been cheating on her, she posts on Facebook about how sad, hurt, and betrayed she is, and all my family and friends think I've been doing something wrong while I'm on the road and yell at me about it. Meanwhile, all I'm doing is working my ass off, but this so-called wrestling company hasn't given me a championship shot in months. Then I went to get my latest tattoo and it was supposed to say 'Born To Lose' but I fell asleep and the tattoo artist couldn't spell and I ended up with 'Born Too Loose'. That was the final straw. That was the camel's back snapping. That was the end. I'm calling you out. I'm sick of this. God, get down to ringside. I'm going to kick your ass!"
"Who's he calling out?" Fatality says.
"I don't know," Dore says.
Nobody shows up at the stage at the end of the ringside ramp, nor does anyone'e entrance music play. Cain just stands in the center of the ring hitting himself on the forehead with the microphone. A bit of blood starts to trickle down into his eyes. He drops the mike and paces back and forth. He picks up the microphone again, "Mark my words! I will make you pay! God, you've caused a lot of misery. You might think it's funny, but I don't. God, come down here so I can give you a taste of what it feels like. I'm going to pound you like those other men pounded my cheating open 24 hours come and get it whore of a wife."
"Is he calling out God?" Fatality says.
"I think so," Dore says.
"Does he actually expect God to come down to the ring?"
"I just hope I don't get fried when the blue bolts come down."
Gospel music starts playing over the arena speakers and a black man with long white hair and dressed in a sackcloth robe comes onto the entrance ramp and heads down to the ring. Jake recognizes him as The Prophet, one of the wrestlers from the Christian wrestling league he sometimes watches. Cain and the rest of the arena watch him walk down and enter the ring. "You're God?" Cain says.
The other man takes the mike from Cain, "No, but I am The Prophet. I have a message to you from God."
Cain shrugs, "What is it?" he mouths.
"Stop whining!" The Prophet says and kicks Cain in the gut.
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