Sidious walks down the street, in an almost possessed manner, after hearing the chatter that came from Detroit earlier the previous day. While meeting with Godmother Marietta at her coffee shop, he heard her calling many of her upper structure the names he'd been familiar with back in the old country. Puzzled, he asked her why...

"Sometimes we get a little bored during the summer grind here in Detroit, between killing bums and doing petty crimes. Luckily for me, one of my associates found a few pages from your old journal you must have dropped in your pursuit of the bum you were hunting last week, and we decided to see what it would be like to be Chicago for a day."

Sidious' jaw dropped. Was this really happening? Did the Godmother really admire him that much that she'd want to spend a day in his shoes? Godmother Marietta continued...

"To be honest though, Don Sidious, my associates are less than thrilled with their new pet names. Grassboy almost ripped Rourke's arms off the first time he called him Chewbacca. Naomi wasn't happy at all with being Ewok for the day, at least by the sounds of the jibberish she was muttering to herself on the way out of the office this morning.  Rourke on the other hand loves his name, although I think he didn't hear me correctly when I first called him Han Solo.

His reply back to me was "Now how am I supposed to do that? I'm good, but I do need to use at least one hand when I'm conducting my business!" with a coy grin to follow. All I could do was facepalm myself and walk back into my office.

So it was decided from that moment on. I'd have to defend my good name, the history of my ancestors, and my beloved city of Chicago. Which is why I come to the streets today.

Hello my fellow mobsters, thanks for joining me today. I've come here today to extend a challenge to Detroit, or more specifically, Rourke.

A stunned hush goes over the crowd who has gathered below the platform...

That's right, folks! I see Rourke walking these streets barely clothed, most of the time wearing nothing more than a pair of white sneakers and a smile! So I thought to myself, if he can do it, why can't I? But better...

In the blink of an eye, Sidious tears off his black cloak, to reveal his chiseled body covered by nothing but a gray zip hooded sweatshirt and a pair of tiny white briefs.

I challenge you, Rourke, to a posedown! Here on the streets, in front of all these onlookers!

Sidious strolls over to a full length mirror that has been set up close to him, placing his hand on his scaly chin to pose for himself and the onlookers. He signals to Kizzy to fetch the oil as he begins to limber up.

Yes, I do believe that Chicago can be Rourkier than Rourke! And I'm here to prove it!

Sidious waits as Rourke contemplates this challenge, and whether or not to accept it.  Two attractive young women and -Skittles- in bikini's (we're not sure how he got his hands on it), walk up to the platform, holding large cards that read "Tale of the Tape" on them, followed by some information on the competitors.

Tale of the Tape

Name: Sidious

Age: 98

Record: 37-1 (damn Skywalker)

Birth Date: April 23

Weight: Cloaked- 110 lbs, Uncloaked- 185 lbs and JACKED

Height: 6'0

Reach: 79"

Chest: Prefers them busty

Tale of the Tape

Name: Rourke

Age: Unknown

Record: 59-0 (that's how its done in the sexy business)

Birth Date: June 12

Weight: 175 lbs

Height: 6'1

Reach: 82"

Chest: Prefers Tallien's

Sidious approaches a pretty young reporter who has gathered on the scene to cover this battle of gladiators. She asks him what his strategy for the competition will be...

"Being really oiled up is the key, to be perfectly honest. If I'm not dripping with oil and sweat, then I'm just not posing hard enough, giving it my all. You know?

In addition to that, I think one of the most underrated poses is "The Thinker", so I'll be waiting to break that one out when the time comes. It really accentuates many of the intricate features a polished specimen such as myself has worked hard on. I think between that, and various "Greek God" poses, I've got a good shot today."

Sidious squirts himself on the back with oil and motions to the young reporter...

"I think Kizzy missed a spot here, mind getting that for me?"

"Oh, this should be good," says Dillon. He sits on a bench, stuffing popcorn in his face. "GO TEAM SIDIOUS!"

Sidious scampers out on the platform that has stretched out through the crowd. Covered in oil and sweat, he points with both arms in the direction of the son and flexes every muscle in his body. He notices three young ladies in the crowd have fainted, and KittenRourke swooning over his every last move!

Kizzy applauds from the backstage area, and he notices -Skittles- biting his lip while walking about with a sign that reads Round 1 above his head.

Sidious finds that slightly creepy and a bit unsettling, but continues with his poses as the crowd cheers on the competitors.

Geo Wolf-whistles, and calls from the back of the crowd!

Sidious!! BUFF!!!

Rourke, Take it off!!

Dillon finds himself sapping photos as fast as he can. Boy, he thinks, people will pay a lot of money for this! He gives Sidious the thumbs up and continues snapping photos.

Kizzy scurries out from behind the stage to fix Rourke's sign so it now reads

Record: 69-0 (because THAT'S how it's done in the sexy business)

Satisfied with her work, Kizzy goes to ready more oil to slather over Sidious's buff bod, snapping Skittles's bra strap on the way.

"Hey Kizzy!" Dillon calls. "Wannna buy some buff Sidious photos?

Kizzy pauses, looking at Dillon.

Er...no. I have to stare at him enough as it is. Thank you, though, dear.

Kizzy smiles and begins filling gallon-sized bottles with body oil.

In the midst of all his posing, Sidious realizes something just doesn't feel right, so he calls out to Kizzy...

"I think I'm going to need another gallon of oil over here, my dear! If I'm going to pull off "The Thinker" pose, its going to take precision and a good deal of lubrication!"

Sidious goes back to flexing, first his right arm, then turning and showing off his left. The sweat continues to pour off his wrinkly old face as he poses with everything he's got.

from an alleyway, Ragnarok walks onto the street, wearing only a pair of boots and boxers. On his fat sloppy body TEAM SIDIOUS is painted. Ragnarok stands on the corner and begins to chant

SIDIOUS SIDIOUS SIDIOUS SIDIOUS SIDIOUS SIDIOUS SIDIOUS

Kizzy takes a deep breath before hauling a gallon of oil over to Sidious and beginning to slather it over his muscles. She continues holding her breath in order to avoid the old-man stench that always seems to linger about him.

The Reverend as been watching from a distance and now approche closer to his Boss Sidious

look at him in the eyes , nob his head couple times.

Put his left hand  up and down left and right in front of Sidious and say

Now you are ready for anything boss.

"Get your Sidious photos! Over here! Thank you ma'am, that'll be 15k . . . you don't like it, too bad. . . fine 12k." Dillon takes the wad of cash. "Thank you for your business, ma'am." He walks behind Sidious. "Thats it, baby . . . work it work it . . . holy crap! this one's worth 5000k, I'm sure. . ." Dillon walks back to the crowd to sell more photos. He turns to Kizzy. "You sure you don't want one? Oh-alright. . . 45k to feel Sidious!"

Ragnarok calls to Dillon

Ill take two, but at the moment, I'm moneyless, could I pay you later?

the gathering crowd is carefully avoiding fat Ragnarok, but getting a good laugh at the nearly naked fat man

"Alright," Dillon sighes. He walks over to Kizzy. "Want any pictures of me, baby?"

Vader stops by and watches

"GO SIDIOUS!"

Silhouette gazes after Kizzy hungrily, imagining her in a pair of tiny white panties and liberal amounts of body oil... Being rudely awakened from this daydream when -Skittles- and his bikini blocks her view of Kizzy, she shudders slightly before turning to throw roses that magically appeared from nowhere.

GO SIDIOUS!