For all of his evilness and hardcoreness of fighting, Darren has never been on top of a woman, let alone close to one, in such an environment - naked - on a bed - so once he climbs atop the hottie Holly he gets weally weally nervous. He can't have sex with her because Peter "PG" Principle prohibits it, yet, being so close to a woman in this manner unlocks a feeling he's only had when watching porno or trying to buy pussy from a prostitute (but he always passed out before he got to first base with prostitutes). 

This sudden spike of horny nervousness, coupled with the 5-gallon drum of gas station chilli-n-sushi combo platters he devoured earlier, overloads his disgusting fat body, and he lets out a MONSTER shit-fart, aka a "shart."  

It is so loud that it registers on the Richter scale.

It is so noxious that the paint peels off the hotel room walls.

It's so smelly that the referee halts his count and goes into a spasmodic seizure, thus breaking the pinfall count at 2. 

Darren, unashamed of the sagging pants weighed down by the stinky brown mess inside them, climbs off Holly and storms around the room. He tries to yank them back up, pants full of the same dookie that perfectly sums up his entire career, but he stumbles and crashes to the floor.

As he wallows in his symbolic career, Holly comes to and crawls off the bed. She's smelled all the odors of mankind during her time as a surgeon and as a torturer for the Black Rainbow and now the Corporation, so she is unaffected by the wallowing biohazard on the floor. 

In fact, she's delighted. She wobbles a little bit, but actually helps Darren up and leads him into the bathroom while saying, "Peter PG won't allow sexy time on the camera, but he didn't say anything about off-camera. Now let's get you cleaned up for some vintage shower sex!" And with that, she closes the door, and the scene fades to black. 

Obviously, this was a kick out.