Quote:

Monroe: Keeping in the Halloween spirit, up next we have...



Monroe stops talking as the lights in the Cheesedome suddenly go out. An eerie white light is shown on the Cheesedome ramp, as Darth emerges! He appears to float a few inches over the ramp, as his feet never touch! Black smoke begins to flow from different directions obstructing the view.

Quote:

Marcum: That's a neat trick Darth pulled off! It must have been tough for him to get all those different wires in place to carry him down to ringside!



Darth continues to float through the smoke, until he stops in front of the announcer's table.

Quote:

Monroe: Uh...I don't see any wires, Marcum!

Marcum:



Darth laughs, and "lands" near the steel steps. As he slowly walks into the ring, Chesty mysteriously appears in the middle of the ring!

Quote:

Marcum: This is getting too crazy! Let's cut to JLA's locker room!



IC Champ MisterJLA is seen in his locker room talking to Jeeves and his tag partner, Captain Howdy.

Quote:

JLA: I’m telling you Howdy, that was a wise move you made out there. URG and PJP? They’re both a couple of bozos compared to me. But how did you allow yourself to get booked into that match to begin with?



JLA then takes his knuckles, and begins to tap Howdy on the head.

Quote:

JLA: HELLO! HOWDY! Anybody home? Think, Howdy, think. Do you realize what would happen to MY rep if you lost YOUR tag match?

Howdy: Knobhead! Been watching “Back to the Future” again, eh!



Howdy storms off…

Quote:

JLA: Oh yeah? Why don’t you make like a tree, and get out of here? Ah, enough of him. Jeeves?

Jeeves: Yes, sir.

JLA: Have you finished the laundry, yet?

Jeeves: Of course, sir.

JLA: Smashing! I need that jumbo sized pair of socks I bought the other day.

Jeeves: But you have socks on under your boots…?

JLA: Just get them!



Jeeves finds the socks, and hands them to MisterJLA. He immediately stuffs them down the front of his tights.

Quote:

JLA: That ought to show Chesty what she’s missing!



Head of security Doug Douchelinger knocks on the locker room door, and he is surrounded by security. JLA opens the door, and grabs the IC Belt on his way out.
Jeeves takes the packages that were brought in earlier, and follows JLA.

Casket Match IC Title



(c) MisterJLA vs Darth


Rob’s Damn Killer Instinct Rip Off Theme Music plays, and the IC Champ, dressed in white from head to toe, walks down the Cheesedome ramp. He stops halfway, and is handed a mic from Jeeves.

Quote:

JLA: Cut the music! Darth, last time you and I collided, we fought in a tag match, Hell in the Cell style! I had a gift for you then, but it turned out to be a bum phone that Joe Mama sold me. This time, I had two distinguished priests bring me two gifts, that will certainly make you meet your doom!



Darth walks out of the ring, and heads toward his opponent. JLA rips one of the boxes out of Jeeves’ hands and quickly opens it. He plunges his hands into the box in a panic, and pulls out a…

Quote:

Monroe: A cross???



JLA holds up the cross, and begins to repeat:

Quote:

JLA: The Power of Christ Compels You! The Power of Christ Compels You!



Darth looks at JLA incredulously, and starts to walk toward JLA even faster.

Quote:

Monroe: Doesn’t JLA get it? Darth’s not possessed, he’s a Sith Lord!

Marcum: That’s the devil speaking!



JLA places the cross back into the box, and opens the remaining package. He backpedals with it, and pulls out a…

Quote:

Marcum: DEAR GOD! HE’S FINALLY LOST IT! HE’S GOT A GUN! HE’S GOT A GUN! EVERYBUDDAH DUCK!

Monroe: Will you relax? It’s a super soaker!



JLA shoots the Super Soaker at Darth, and Darth is then drenched!

Quote:

JLA: Holy water imported from the Vatican! Suck on that, Hellspawn!



Darth, unfazed, kicks the squirt gun out of JLA’s hands, and then decks him with a short clothesline. Two attendants from the backstage area wheel out a casket, the bell sounds, and the match has begun!