*Deep within the bowels of the Cheesedome, a camera follows Chesty Larou as she approaches the cellar.*
Chesty: Darth?
*Chesty knocks on the door, and it opens. Cautiously, Chesty enters the cellar. The room is dark, lit only by a red glow.*
Chesty: Darth, are you in here?
*The camera picks up Chesty's breath as it leaves her mouth. To show how cold the room really is, camera lowers to show Chesty's hardened-*
Chesty: Hey! My face is up here!
*Chesty looks around the room, but Darth is nowhere in sight. Chesty turns back to the exit and yelps in shock as she sees Darth standing there.*
Chesty: Excuse me. Darth, I wanted to ask you about your match last week. It was a terrible loss to Howlerama, and the way they left you hanging there...
Darth: It takes more than rope to defeat a Sith Lord.
Chesty: But- but isn't that exactly what happened last week when Slick Willie Williams-
Darth: What? When he lassoed me from behind? Make no mistake, Chesty Larou, there will be a reckoning. Slick Willie Williams placed himself in that match. He placed himself in that ring. He tipped the scale in his favor. And he did so illegally. Slick Willie Williams was not invited to the hanging. His interferance will not be forgotten.
Chesty: Are you- are you blaming your loss on Slick?
Darth: I lost that match because I failed to take into account what having Slick Willie Williams at ringside would mean. I underestimated his deceptiveness. It won't happen again.
Chesty: Will you demand a rematch against Howlerama?
Darth: There is no need. Howlerama cannot defeat me without...help. To waste my time with them any further would be futile. But, know this: There will come a time when we will once again meet in the ring. When that time comes, they will know the power...of the darkside.
*Darth slips into the shadows leaving Chesty once again trembling in his wake.*
