The camera cuts to Damien Darkness laughing his patented maniacal laugh.
"I hope you have clean pants when we meet and your moustache is on tight, because Ogre and I are going to try and rip it off of your face! When the smoke clears, if your cartoonish map boy partner hasn't tucked his tail between his legs and run out on you, I expect that the two of you will be bloody heaps in the middle of the ring, with Ogre and the Lord of Evil with our hands raised in victory!"
Damien Darkness points at the camera and glares into it.
"If I was you, and thankfully I'm not, I'd run to Leon and beg mercy. Maybe if you cry to him hard enough, he'll just award us the victory and cancel the match so that you don't need to feel the pain that the Stable of Darkness will inflict on you. Go on, you 70's freak, run and hide. If you don't choose the wisest course of action, I look forward to making you bleed profusely in the ring!"
With that, the camera fades to black.