Monk’s music hits as he makes his way to the ring, wearing an expensive looking suit and still walking aided by a crutch.

Monk: Well, hello LLR universe. Again, I don’t want to take up much time so I’ll get to the point as quick as possible. Last week I stood here and told you that I was basically done, a week has passed and honestly, I can’t tell you my mind has changed. Somehow I keep being booked, more surprisingly I’ve somehow been winning those matches, that’s been for all of you that have supported me at any point of my career, those from the beginning, those from the BTN era and even if I’ve won you over at some point in my latest stint, Ichiban Era to now. If the last week gave me anything though, it was clarity. I think JJ has given me injuries too hard to come back from, I’m in pain… Almost all the time. So I know I’ve got a pacific title match due at some point, I’ll sort that out with the GM’s so that a suitable replacement is found.

Again a tear begins to roll down Monk’s face.

Look guys, I’m going out sitting pretty. Going out as the King of Pro Wrestling 2020 feels good. Going out on my own terms feels good. Most importantly, going out knowing that morally I was on the right side of good and evil makes me feel great! I just hope all of you that came along for the ride are happy with where it’s going to end. In the words of a great philosopher… Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.

So here we go. I, LMonkA7X, formally announce my…

G2J’s music hits as he sprints down the ring to take the mic from Monk’s hand before he can finish.

G2J: NO! Monk, I can’t let you do this. I can’t let you make a mistake that there’ll be no coming back from.

Monk is handed another mic.

Monk: G2J, please old friend, just let me go.

G2J: I can’t, not yet. You didn’t give me and the boys the chance that it looked like you were going to give last week. You no-showed the BBQ dude. Why didn’t you come?

Monk: Look G2J, I was flattered and I wanted to. I wanted to think that I could relive the good old days with the boys by my side. But then I woke up. At this current stage, that’s a pipeline dream, who would I be kidding? Who are all of you kidding? Gary… Our time is up and if you don’t think yours is… Mine certainly is.

G2J: I can’t accept that Monk. I love you like a brother so it pains me to say this, but right now you’re being a coward. You got plenty to fight for and I don’t get why you’re not doing that. A chance in the Pacific, a good chance at the Chamber. And yeah, you’re beaten up. Well who the fuck isn’t with the amount of time spent here that you have? We get up, move on and keep fighting, that’s something the Monk I thought I knew would do.

Monk: G2J… I don’t know what to say.

G2J: Then say yes, say yes to joining the boys for one last run. At the end of it, we all go off into the sunset together, as a brotherhood. That’s gotta sound a lot better than going out alone… Quoting Dr fucking Seuss.

Team Fuck-It’s music hits as Bong hits the stage.

Bong: Hello, hello, hello, you bunch of cunts. I was getting so teary out back that I had to come get a first class seat to this occasion. The retirement of Monk!

G2J: Cut the crap, what do you want Bong?

Bong: What do I want? It’s more like what do we want?

Resin, TooRare and Faf all flank the stage and Bong gives the signal as they move towards the ring, hopping onto the apron.

Bong: And what could we possibly want? Well we want to make statements. What better statement to make then crushing the pretty little reunion of the old folks?

G2J: Yeah, yeah, I get where this is going, my only question is, what’s taking you so long to get in here?

Bong: Well we’re not savages! I’m giving you one more chance to recruit Monk of course, we’re all for making moments, and what better moment that Monk joining 2017, to then be laid out by the far superior Team Fuck-It!

G2J turns to Monk

G2J: Last chance Monk, either way we’re done for, but you don’t have to go down alone. Come home, join 2017 and we’ll come back stronger against these fucks.

Monk just nods and readies his crutch as a weapon as G2J turns back to Bong

Bong: Oh, one last question G2J… How did you expect Monk to join 2017 when Team Fuck-It was his brainchild?

G2J looks in confusion as Monk cracks him over the back of the head with the crutch.

Team Fuck-It enter the ring and the 5 guys brutally attack G2J before Monk picks him up, hits a Kawada Driver and shoves him out of the ring.

Bong: Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you, working in the shadows from the very start, the co-leader of Team Fuck-It, Monk!

Monk: Well I could only carry on this act for so long. G2J took his time to come out right? I thought for a second I was actually going to have to retire, jeez.

Now let’s paint the picture for all of you, I’ve been Team-Fuck It from the start, but I was in bounds, I had to cut away what was tying me down. Ichiban Era ending? That was me! My idea. Killed that faction dead, one less for Team Fuck-It to worry about right? My schedule was clear, all ready to take the reigns with Bong and then everyone decided to tip out of the LLR Retirement Home and make a faction. Oh yeah, the boomers, all reunited as one happy family and with that I knew it would only be a matter of time before they tried to recruit me. However this gave Team Fuck-It the prime opportunity, for me to play the heart strings, create the feel good moment and then… Stab them straight in the back promptly putting Team Fuck-It top. That brings us full circle to right now.

So my first order of business? We’re gonna decimate the old timers, send them straight back to the retirement home via the hospital. LLR has seen enough of the legends who refuse to die, so we’re going to do that for you, you’re welcome. Boys, it’s time to go make some history.

Monk, Bong, Toorare, Resin and Faf all pose as the show goes off-air.