You find yourself calling back to being Scathing Sharper instead, as you take to the ring in action a few minutes past where you last left off, narratively speaking.
After desecrating a sufficiently satisfying amount of clocks, you ran into a fleet-footed gangrene ghoul. Didn't take you long to show the finicky bastard that your newly acquired weapon, TIME'S ARROW, is always pointed forward.
You then bodysnatched his hat. It will be a subtle yet clear message directed at your less handsome doppelganger, whenever you inevitably run into him: you are the number one Jack around these parts.