Charon strode out through the curtains looked at Darkspade then down toward the ring where her daughter was in two minds as to whether to eat Chane or let him go, afterall, a man who wets his pants has something wrong with him right? Charon rolled her eyes and sighed as though she'd dealt with this exact same scenario many times in the past. She looked back at Darkspade and made her first somment to him.

"And you thought I was a pain in the ass."

Darkspade dropped his head to hide the smile that passed his lips. Charon looked back down toward the ring and raised a mic to her lips.

"Angel, please put Chane down, you don't know where he's been and I really don't want you to catch anything nasty. God only knows what sexually transmitted diseases that loser has from all the cheap hookers he hangs out with."

Angel eyed him carefully as though truly considering that as a possibility, she doubted he could even find his dick let alone use it in a sexual manner but she did lower him down so his feet touched the canvas. Charon nodded in approval but then her tone changed to a far more menacing and sinister one.

"Chane McMahon, you are one underhanded bastard but I appreciate you have paired Angel with Darkspade, although I don't think even you can imagine what kind of nasty, sick, twisted things those two can come up with. If you thought the fights Darkspade and I had were vicious, I can't wait to see what Angel and he come up with, I think you might just live to regret it but only for a few seconds."

A smile crossed her lips for a few seconds.

"Angel, don't be greedy sweetie, you've already fed. I've had to clear up your mess again, it really is getting tiresome, though maybe you might take a bit more notice of your gradfather...."

Angel let go of Chanes neck and slid out under the bottom rope and made her way toward the ramp.