*"When It All Goes Wrong Again" as King Snarf makes his way to the ring!
Hello, ladies and gentlemen! It is King Snarf! Y'know, there's been something on mind that I'd like to share with everyone. A few months back, I did a promo that rankled a few feathers. I was unkindly shown the door. That's been in the back of my head for a long time. That's not how I wanted to end things and it really bugged me.
Then I had the chance to come back, in the King of the Mook-tain match. This, THIS was my chance for redemption! Now, you all know the outcome of that match...
Fans: YOU WERE ROBBED! YOU WERE ROBBED!
Maybe that's so. But, my goal wasn't to win. My goal was to put on the best show. For you! The Fans!
Fans: YOU STILL GOT IT! *clap clap clapclapclap* YOU STILL GOT IT!
...And to do better than Chewy Walrus! And by God, I got more votes than him!
Fans: SNARF BEAT CHEWY! *clap clap clapclap* SNARF BEAT CHEWY!
Thank you. I may not be King of the Mook-tain, but I'd like to think I'm King... of your hearts! And if I could, I'd be each and every one of you a Hickory Farms giftbasket!
Fans: HICKORY FARMS! HICKORY FARMS!
Bastardo: Such shameless sentimentality! What, does he want a medal?!?
Monroe: Oh, hush!
I've managed to do everything I've wanted to do here in RDCW. World Champ, Tag Team champ, and I beat Chewy. I've retired many superstars here. And I mean actual retirements, in that we've never seen them again, not like those fake retirements Charlie claims. TK-069, bsams, Kristogar Velo, Stareena... Now, there's one last superstar for me to retire. And that's... myself.
Fans: PLEASE DON'T GO! PLEASE DON'T GO!
You don't know how much that means to me. But, I want to go out on top. I don't want to still be, well past my prime, risking injury every time I walk to ring, to indulge myself in an angle in the Y Division! So, I'm gonna go out with dignity, and let me say this: Thank you.
Fans: THANK YOU SNARF! THANK YOU SNARF!
I just hope no one tries grossly and injustly invade my privacy, inadvertantly prompting my return to ring, but what are the odds of THAT happening? So, anyway, good night, and again, thank you.
Fans: HAIL TO THE KING! HAIL TO THE KING!
*King Snarf exits the ring, and goes to the announce table. He first shakes Louie Bastardo's hand, then Mike Monroe's. He then starts up the ramp, as people dressed like much of the roster pours out. Doc MidNite, as depicted by an Asian man with a mullet, is there for a handshake. Nowhereman, a whole foot shorter than he should be and with a tear in his eye, is also on hand.*
Nowhereman: Cunt. *sniff*sob!*
*At the top of the rampway is Spandex Monkey Man, a 6'8" black man with a beard. He clearly seems to be asking "Why?"
Spandex Monkey Man: Why?
*King Snarf claps SPAMM on the shoulder and points at him, clearly passing the torch. He then exits the Cheesedome.*
Monroe: Um......Truly an emotional night here at the Cheesedome! We'll be back with more after this quick commercial!
Last edited by Mike The Mouth Monroe; 2006-06-16 8:48 PM.
