*The main lights go out, replaced by a red glow. The "Imperial March" begins to blast over the speakers, and Darth slowly rises from beneath the stage. As he begins to stand to his full hight, he is hit by a steel chair. He drops to his knees. Before he can recover, two wrestlers grab his arms. The lights come back on.*
Monroe: Buhbawb! Howlerama made it out of the locker room, and they have Darth subdued!
Marcum: You never gamble against Big Business in America!
Slick: As you can see, Chesty, it's you who ain't never gonna git it! Darth belongs to me! Now hand over that cell or Ah'll have mah boys make sure Darth never sets foot in a ring again! Will you be able to live with yourself, Chesty, knowing that it will be because of you? Cause if that's the way you want him, hell, Ah'll give him to ya!
*Chesty loses all color in her face and drops to her knees in the ring.*
Slick: Chesty, you pulled a fine stunt, but you never had a chance against the Company.
Marcum: He's got that right!
*Slick starts to walk up the ring steps when suddenly, the lights go out. When they come back on, Slick yelps in surprise. He turns white with shock, and the camera pans out to show Darth standing behind Chesty.*
Monroe: Buhgawb! The Dark Lords have dismantled the Company!
*Chesty slowly rises to her feet, and a smile starts spread accross her face. She looks right past Slick to Grimm, who is standing over the unconscious bodies of Howlerama. Lying next to them, are Balls Nasty and Charlie, whom Grimm must have carried with him from the locker room. Slick starts to back away, up the ramp.*
Grimm: Where do you think you're going?
*Slick turns around to see the devistation on the stage, and impossibly turns another shade of white, as he realizes he has nowhere to go.*
Slick: Now, boys, Ah know we can make a deal!
*Darth reaches for the mic in Chesty's hand. She is startled to realize that Darth is standing behind her.*
Darth: All deals...are OFF! Beware the power, of the darksiiiiiiiiiiiddddddde!
*With that, Grimm runs down the ramp and blinds Slick with Grave Breath. He then picks Slick up and throws him into the ring. Darth walks over to him and sets up the pile driver while Grimm climbs the corner ropes. Grimm leaps into the air and connects for the spike pile driver.*
Marcum: How could this have happened?
Mornoe: When you deal with the Dark Lords, you just go Straight to Hell!
*Grimm takes a mic.*
Grimm: I see now the danger in holding such raw power in the palm of one's hand, not to mention his pocket. There is only one way to ensure that this never happens again. Chesty.
Chesty: Darth, there is only one thing to do.
*Chesty places the cell on the mat, and smashes it with her heel.*
Chesty: You're free now. Free to make your own decision. Free to do whatever you like.
*Darth looks at Chesty. He then looks over to Grimm.*
Marcum: Oh no. Now they've really done it! They've unleashed the Sith Lord, and now he's gonna destroy the monster Grimm! What a fool Grimm is to trust him!
*Darth looks at his hand for a moment, and then quickly reaches out, as if you grab Grimm's throat. However, Darth instead holds his hand out, open, to shake. Grimm takes his hand.*
Darth: In this business, everyone needs...allies. And there are none more...powerful...than the Dark Lords. For now, everyone will see the true power, of the darksiiiiiiiidddddddde.
*The "Imperial March" plays over the speakers as Grimm, Darth, and Chesty slowly leave the ring and walk up the ramp. They don't even bother to glance at the destruction they are leaving behind.*
Monroe: Buhgawb! Darth is a free man, and yet he chose to remain a Dark Lord! And he talked about the true power of the darkside as if we haven't seen anything yet! What does this mean for the RDCW? What does this mean for the tag team division? We'll have to take a break, folks, but don't go anywhere, because the show isn't close to being over!
