*The lights dim as "Cemetary Gates" starts playing over the speakers. A red glow rises from the ground as Darth, fully robed, slowly walks to the ring. He is followed by Pig Iron and Spandex Monkey Man, who are guiding a black casket marked with a red skull, as they follow Darth. The casket seems to be floating in the air. Chesty Lerou and Harleykwin, both dressed in black, their faces covered with thin black veils, slowly follow behind the casket.*
Monroe: What's going on? Did someone die? Where's Grimm?
Marcum: I-I don't know. He couldn't be in the casket, could he?
*The procession has made it's way into the ring, and the casket is set on a black stone alter in the center of the ring. Darth stands before the casket. He removes his hood and raises a mic to speak.*
Darth: We are not here to mourn. For tonight, we stand before you in triumph. At Halloween Handjobs, final justice was delivered to a most unworthy foe. MisterJLA, once a wrestler and a champion, now no more than a memory. He left this world not with the woman he sought after, nor with the gold he once held. All belong to a higher power. Were MisterJLA here with us tonight, he would testify to these facts. For now, there is no denying the true power, of the dark siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidddddddddddddde!
*Darth hands the mic to Pig Iron.*
