After a commercial break and a promo for the next RDCW PPV, we cut back to ringside and see Chris Oakley wearing a T-shirt that reads "SCREWY BASTARDO,MANAGER OF HAS-BEENS". Chris stands in his corner beside Ian Bond,holding a microphone and looking like he knows the punch line to a joke the rest of the crowd isn't even in on.
Ladies and gentlemen, tonight you will be witnessing a funeral....tonight,Peasant Snarf's reputation as an RDCW superstar will be buried once and for all,and yours truly will hold the shovel that digs its grave.
Camera pans over to Ian Bond,who passes Chris an undertaker's shovel with the words "PEASANT SNARF SUCKS" engraved on the spade.
Of course,there's still the outside chance that King Barf may not even show up for our scheduled grudge bout--especially after his fellow Bizarro Family members find out the little secret I learned about him earlier today. You see,I happened to pass by the Tub of Lardo Family locker room,and noticed it was empty;I guess it must have been time for their weekly nose-picking seminar. Anyway,I took a chance and walked into the dressing room,and when I did,I found this on the top shelf of Crap Snarf's locker.
Camera zooms in to a luchador's mask clutched in Chris' hand;we hear a shocked gasp from the crowd as they recognize the mask worn by Hombre Lagarto. Over at the broadcast booth,Madman Marcum and Mike "the Mouth" Monroe are looking at each other like they've just seen a ghost.
That's right,folks,Peasant Snarf is the REAL Hombre Lagarto,and besides this mask,I also found a half-dozen pages of notes in his handwriting describing what he calls his "master plan" to drive Louie Bastardo,Sweet Willie Williams,and El Superbeasto out of RDCW and take over the Bastardo Family with the help of Howlerama...
Camera cuts to the Bastardo Family dressing room,where a clearly ticked-off Snarf is watching Oakley on the monitor and muttering threats to tear Oakley's head off. Grabbing two pairs of brass knuckles,he storms out of the dressing room and bolts toward the ring,pausing just long enough to punch out a cameraman who has the misfortune to get in his way.
