The lights dim and Damien Darkness appears at the top of the entrance ramp.
"Most evil wrestler? I must say, I'm about as honored as I can be to accept this award from a washed up wrestler/announcer and his, um, lovely broadcast partner. I have to say, though, that it's easy being the most evil wrestler in the UNWA when you're surrounded by a bunch of so-called wrestlers that would much rather kiss the butts of the idiots in the crowd than wrestle."
The Lord of Evil acknowledges the crowd boos with some appropriate hand gestures.
"You see, not only should my evil be honored here tonight, but my intellect as well. Not only do I write amazingly good poetry, but I have assembled one of the most powerful forces in the UNWA in the Stable of Darkness. With my evil freaks, we shall one day climb to all the possible heights in this federation and bring the UNWA to their knees!"
Damien Darkness laughs his patented maniacal laugh.
"So, I accept this award on behalf of the Stable of Darkness and all the evil geniuses out there that go unnoticed or unappreciated. May the rest of your night try to be nearly as interesting as this time that I've graced you with my presence."
The lights dim and Damien Darkness fades into the blackness.