Darkness overtakes the arena. March of the Dreamless by Destrophy plays. The words Remember it well, Fear it forever is on the creaturetron. The light come back on and Drkside is perched on the top turnbuckle. He lowers himself to the ring and brings the mic to his mouth.

Drkside:Poor poor Darkspade. What makes you think you have any right to call ME out. I am Drkside, the first and most powerful of all Demons created by our Lord Lucifer. While you were crawling around dreaming of being a big boy someday, I was causing man to slay their brothers. You may be the legend around here but I am the legend of Hell, where your family resides and where you will be soon enough. You are powerful but merely a man, I was worshiped as a God! And when that sagging bag of flesh finally gives out on you, I will still be as I have always been.

Drkside pauses to allow his words to sink in.

Drkside:Why don't you just do yourself and all of us here a favor. Just give you tearful goodbye, cry like the bitch I know you to be. Lay that Heavyweight title at my feet and get the fuck out of my ring. Or if you would rather continue to pretend like you have a chance against me, I'll just walk to the back. I'm sure that delicious little Angel is back there just waiting for me. I can think of many wonderful and painful things to do with that little bitch. Choice is yours Spadey. So make up your mind quickly, lest Angel suffer for your hesitation.