An oddly mechanical sounding voice rings out over Spaghetti Town arena's PA system.
>Greetings waifumaniacs, it's your old pal Kuro Noire>Ordinarily I talk to all you fine folks about things like murder, mayhem, and cheap booze, but today I'd like to talk about something even worse>Mothers>We've all got one. Some of us are even burdened with two>Mothers shape us, they build us, they destroy us >A truly awful poet once penned these immortal lines which have somehow endured despite being as vapid as the ditzy dames who make up the champ's posse >"Blessings on the hand of women! Fathers, sons, and daughters cry. And the sacred song is mingled with the worship in the sky">"Mingles where no tempest darkens, Rainbows evermore are hurled. And the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world">This rainbow-headed hussy is Jeanne Knight, mother of Claire Night, or as you marks know her Skelly Skelly>Jeanne was a junky, a thrill seeker, a wanton seductress, and a murderer>She selfishly put her wants above the needs of her own child and was eventually consumed by the flames of desire. Literally>She died in a fiery crash performing a stunt she didn't need to do, for an audience that didn't even care >She abandoned her child>And what of her legacy? The champ, Skelly Skelly?>A frail little girl with a tiny physique and a brain to match>Would Skelly have been better off with a mother? Maybe>Or maybe Skelly would've been destroyed that much faster>Good luck out there, Skelly. Know that your momma's always lookin' up at you>And keep the soles of your feet clean >They're the only things she can see from hellhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d56MfuZAfwI 