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Post by gnarfflinger on Oct 26, 2007 23:30:22 GMT -5
A pickup truck pulls up to the red carpet. People look shocked and stunned until they see Gnarfflinger the Butcher get out of the truck.
He walks to the entrance with a bow tie painted on his frying pan and another tied on his barbed wire wrapped hockey stick. Surprisingly, he is wearing his tuxedo...
Reporter 1: Mr. Butcher! What's your prediction for the title match?
GtB: Tonight Rhaps, Cosmos, Trickshot, Desperado and Rurouni dine in Hell! And I'm the Maitre D!
Reporter 2: What about your recent lack of success in the last few months?
GtB: In the last few months I've had more success in the ring than you've had with the ladies. But if you change teams, Ray isn't that choosy...
Reporter 3: What have you done to prepare for tonight's match?
GtB: Well, on the last SNR, I had a nice nap when my opponent didn't show up, and was able to dream up new horrors for my opponents tonight...
TBC: Anyone who dares. The tux is rented, and any damages mean I have to pay for it...
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