*James White is in the ring.
JW: Ladies and gentlemen, the Dark Lords and Chesty Lerou!
*the arena darkens as a red spotlight hits the entranceway. Chesty Lerou stands in the middle of the light in her dominatrix outfit, flanked by Grimm and Darth. The CheeseDome fans go wild. The trio make their way down to ringside, as James White hands off the mic and steps out of the ring.
Grimm: That's right, we're back. And tonight, the Dark Lords will put their stamp on Wargasms!
*The fans stand on their feet.
Grimm: The Family Business is running scared. They tried to put us out of action. They failed. They tried to split us apart. They failed. Everything they try to finish off the Dark Lords, fails!
Darth: Chesty had a lot to do with their recent failures. Only she knows the true power of the darkside.
*Chesty smiles and nods appreciatively.
Grimm: We've got a list. It's not a wishlist. It's an asskicking list. And the Dark Lords are about to start handing out asskickings. Last week, the Hogs of War found that out firsthand when we turned them into bacon bits!
Darth: They were only the first.
Grimm: Top of the list. Allied Powers. You want to claim that match as a victory? Go ahead. Everyone knows it's not true. All these fans know, it's not a real win. I respect Captain Howdy. He's a legend. But I don't know how he stands himself allied with MisterJLA.
*The fans boo at the mention of JLA, as Chesty shakes her head and gives the thumbs down.
Grimm: You probably expect me to run down JLA. But I'm not going to. He's very cunning. He's a good strategist, and a lot of people have fallen for his act of being a goofball. But I haven't. He's smart. He's dangerous. He's not to be underestimated.
Chesty: And he's a pervert!
Darth: Soon, JLA will discover just how far the fall to the darkside is. Continuing his current path will be his undoing.
Grimm: Now on to the next item of business. You know, for months now, Joe Mama has been out here running his big mouth about how he beat Grimm, he beat Nowhereman, he killed the rWo, blah blah blah blah, he beat Snarf in the shower match, he beat Son of Mxy in the backseat of his car, he beats off Louie Bastardo every night. . .it's old, Joe. It's old and I think it's time to put to rest the lie.
Monroe: The lie?
Grimm: The lie that Joe Mama, the unstoppable force, the immovable object, the everlasting gobstopper, the head fluffer of the Family Business, killed the rWo.
MarcuM: It's the truth!
Monroe: You mean he is the head fluffer?
MarcuM: No!
Grimm: The truth is Joe, Nowhereman and I let you kill the rWo.
*the crowd, Darth, Chesty, and the announcers collectively gasp at this statement.
Grimm: That's right. We let you kill the bloated, useless beast that Rob's World Order had become. We let you kill it because we tired of carrying has beens and never weres. We were tired of people riding the coattails of the Hellions' success!
MarcuM: Grimm's lost it! He's insane!
Monroe: Maybe. . .maybe not.
Grimm: So Joe Mama, head fluffer of the Freak Brigade, go through your life knowing that the huge ego you've developed has been based off of a lie. Because the rWo was already dead. We just tossed you the carcass.
Darth: Feel free to bury it on your trip...straight to hell!
Grimm: Back to the present. . .the Dark Lords have added what was missing. What you now have is Grimm and Darth, six hundred pounds of twisted steel. . .
Darth: and Chesty Lerou. . .
Chesty: 40 DD sex appeal!
*The fans give the group another ovation as the Dark Lords' music hits and they leave the ring.
