Mid-Nite is half way up the ramp when the lights go out. Lightning strikes the ring posts and a red glow illuminates the Cheesedome. Mid-Nite looks around as Darth's voice echos throught the arena.
"Mid-Nite... Mid-Nite... The clock strikes but no one cowers in fear... No one fears the fallen... How the mighty Mid-Nite has fallen... Once a force of darkness... Now consumed by greed... By thoughts of money... Of power... of... Respect? Mid-Nite... Respect is not something that can be won, it is something that must be taken. Only fear... Only the dark saaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiddddd leads to power and respect, Mid-Nite... Oh how you were once feared by all but now by... NONE!"
Lightning strikes the ring posts again. Again, Mid-Nite looks around expecting an attack from Darth, but only hears his voice.
"Mid-Naaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiittt... Beware, the POWER, of the dark saaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiidddddddd!"
Lightning strikes the ring posts again and the Cheesedome goes dark. When the lights return, Mid-Nite is still standing on the ramp, braced for an attack. When nothing happens, he continues on his way to the back.
