The lights dropped out, a loud rumbling filled the arena and seemed to go round in circles before dying out. A single spotlight illuminated the top of the ramp way showing Charon Death accompanied by Alexander Arcane. Charon moved stiffly and still had a slight limp but Alex, acting like an over concerned parent, kept stride with her, his hand almost coming up to steady her at times before thinking better of it. Charon appeared not to notice, the only time she paused was once they reached ringside and the house lights came up fully just as her music stopped. It soon became clear exactly how badly injured she still was when she required the use of Alexanders arm to get up the ringside steps and he then had to part the ropes for her, while hanging on tightly to her at times to allow her to climb through the ropes into the ring.

Alexander already had a microphone in hand and was eyeing Jones warily but he said nothing, instead handing the microphone to Charon. Charon took her time as though she were taking great pains to gather her thoughts. Her face was stony and gave little to nothing away as she spoke.

"I believe that this slot of time had my name pencilled into it, not yours. However, you're here now, you may as well stay because there are a few things I have on my mind which concern you Jones."

She wasn't glaring at him as such, it was more of a hard stare as though she was trying to read his very soul but her use of his surname without any use of a title was obviously disrespectful, almost as though she were pushing for a reaction from him. A small smile ghosted the corners of her lips as she continued.

"You seem to be labouring under the misapprehension that the contract was fulfilled, if you care to check you'll find that the only name scribbled on it is mine. The unfortunate Dylious never inked his name down and as for the title - it was a means to an end. I just wanted you to think that it was the thing I wanted more than anything and you showed your true self, just a little, didn't you? You're a hateful, nastily little worm who thinks he has the right to trample over every body else's thoughts and beliefs and guess what? I'm not going to allow it Jones, if that's what your name really is, because I really have my doubts about you and your motives within CreatureWrestling."

Jones face went through several expressions all at once as he worked hard not to show any kind of emotion to the point that Charon could hear him grinding his teeth.

"So why did I put myself through such a match you ask yourself? I wanted to see exactly what kind of person you really were, I wanted to see how far Mortis would let me push Dylious before he became worried enough to kill the poor sod and most of all I wanted to see how much it would take to get KODs attention. All in all, it was a most interesting match wouldn't you say Jonesy?"

Charon grinned. She knew how badly Darkspade hated being called Dorkspud and she was now using the somewhat childish name calling on Reverend Jones to see what really pissed the man off. She had a good idea but she also kept in mind that Alexander Arcane was listening very closely to her words and she didn't want him getting the wrong idea about things.