The cheese-o-tron comes to life. Darth is standing in the shadows.
Last week, Latino Chicken Shit had a bit of an accident. He forgot to tighten the lugnuts on his lowrider. It's a real shame.
Darth pauses.
This week...it seems Latino Cheat forgot to put away...his belt.
Darth holds up the plastic belt Latino Heat had been carrying around.
It seems he also is a bit too trusting of his body shop.
Darth holds up the keys to the lowrider in his other hand. The camera zooms out. Darth is standing beside it. He places the belt on the ground, directly infront of the newly repaired wheel.
Now, pay close attention, Chicken Shit. This is what will happen later in the ring.
Darth gets in the car and starts it up. The speakers blast the old Latino Heat music.
Monroe: Why is he playing the old music? Does he want to party?
Marcum: That's not the old music! He's playing Latino Chicken Shit!
Darth then drives over the cheap platic belt, first in forward, then in reverse. The camera zooms in. The belt is in pieces. Darth gets out of the car. He looks over the cracked belt.
Not quite what I was hoping for, but I think you get the point. BEWARE THE DARKSIDE.
With that, the cheese-o-tron fades out to a black screen with these words written in red:
This has been a public safety announcement
