Howley: What in the entire heck was that about?
Moss: You mean, all of the hecks? The entirety of hecks given, Thunderbird?
Howley: You better remember who it is yer gettin’ familiar with there, Moss! Just because I’m retired don’t mean I forgot how to smack around nerds like you!
Moss: Moving right along, joining us here at the desk for the next match is none other than the Premier American Champion himself! Ladies and gentlemen, King Kong Frank!
Ever the embodiment of chaos and commotion, Frank unleashes himself onto the commentary station. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Howley: Speak English!
Howley: I can’t even-
KKF: HUSS! HUSS! HUSS!
The crowd gets behind Frank immediately, hussing along with him much to the chagrin of one Joel “Thunderbird” Howley.
Howley: You better be glad I’m retired, bub!
KKF: HAH! You done mashed yer own taters, Thunderchicken! Ol’ Frank ain’t a’scared of you an’ that big mouth’a yours, an if’n yer lookin’ to catch a good ol’ fashioned country BUTT-WHOOPIN then keep on yackin’, fatboy! YOU UNNARSTANNIT?
A familiar voice chimes in from just outside the field of vision.
It’s Scott Hunter, waltzing up to the announcer’s booth.
Scott Hunter: Fancy meeting you here.
Scott looks around worriedly.
Scott Hunter: You didn’t bring any of those bears with you, did you?
Bushy brows furrow over wild eyes. King Kong Frank regards the smaller man with a hint of respect that might not be perceptible unless you knew specifically what to look for.
KKF: Is you soft in the head, boy?
Scott actually feels his own skull.
Scott Hunter: No.
Joel Howley clears his throat, loudly.
Moss: That is to say, what can we do for you Mr. Hunter? We’re just about to get the next matchup underway and-
Hunter waves a hand and pulls up a chair.
Scott Hunter: Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just out here to do some scouting of the Adequate Armadillos up there. The moustache guys. I don’t remember which is which. I know they used to be plumbers…
His voice trails off.
KKF: Is you messin’ with ol’ Frank, boy? I can’t never tell how squirrely you actually is!
Scott ignores Frank’s trepidation.
Scott Hunter: Well technically I was planning on coming out here and making lewd comments and gestures toward the Aboriginal Aligators, but I suppose I could do some commentary.
With that, Hunter picks up an extra headset and puts it on his head.
Scott Hunter: One, two… testing… three, five? Okay, it works.
Moss: Well um, I guess we have TWO guest commentators for this match…
Howley: Not with this again!