*As Grimm approaches the top of the ramp, the lights in the Cheesedome go out. Lightning strikes the ring posts and a red glow rises from the ground as the "Imperial March" begins to play over the speakers. Darth rises from beneath the ring. He is fully cloaked with mic in hand.*
Grimm...
You dare to come out here and demand a fellow Dark Lord to surrender to you? A Dark Lord who did what you could not! This is not the Darkness of which we speak... this is disgrace!
Spandex Monkey Man, Da Monkey Guy, or whatever he chooses to call himself will not be relinquishing any title to you tonight, or ever! If it is gold that you so desire, you will earn it. If it is truly yours, then no one will be able to keep it from you.
But if you continue down this path, Grimm... We began the Dark Lords, and I have settled my differences with one of our brothers in this ring. Do not think for a moment that I will hesitate to settle my differences with you in the same manner!
Tonight, the Dark Lords battle, and tonight, the RDCW will truly feel the darkness of these days!
Grimm: First of all, I demand anything I damn well please! You're one to come out here and talk about disgrace! You've been disgracing us for months with the losing streak you've been on!
You want to just pop in here whenever you feel like it and stick your nose into my business? You better be prepared to pay the price!
*Lightning strikes the ring posts and red glow sinks to the ground as the "Imperial March" plays over the speakers. Darth kneels and sinks beneath the ring as the ring is enveloped in darkness. A moment later, the lights return, and both Dark Lords are gone.*
Last edited by Louie Bastardo; 2006-03-06 5:57 PM.
