::Charles Roberts comes out to a blare of trumpets giving a royal fanfare, dressed as Jerry ďThe KingĒ Lawler wearing a robe and crown over wrestling duds while he heads to the stage::
::Charles puts his crown on the podium::
Charles: We are here to honor the Best Author of this past year. Truly, this is a crowning moment, for the best author of the Rangerphile community stands at the head of a list of many great writers. Any of our finalists are worthy of the award, but only oneóunless thereís a tieócan take the prize.
::Charles looks stage left to Indy::
Charles (to Indy): Hey, if thereís
a tie can we have a
Ograth (from the audience): CAAAAAAGE MAAAAATCH!
::Charles returns his attention to the waiting audience::
Charles: The finalists areÖ.
Bubblesí Big Brother
::Charles takes the envelope out of his crown and opens it::
Charles: The Winner of the Best Author award goes to the rookie, weighing in at 225 pounds, the Miracle from
royal music begins to play again as the spotlight goes to BBB in the audience. Everyone
rises to applaud. BBB is silent for a moment. He squeezes his finance
Joanieís hand and then blinks::
BBB: I heard that wrong, didnít I? I must have heard that wrong.
Joanie: You won, baby.
::The Aardvark swallows hard and then rises. He walks quickly but with some dignity. For this time, as he walks onto the stage, all vestiges of comedy or insanity have left him. He is completely serious, and more than a little overwhelmed by this honor.
He receives the award graciously, and stands before the awards podium with a look of complete disbelief etched onto his features::
BBB: Best Author, I just Ö this has got to be a mistake.
::The audience applauds the more. BBB looks over to stage left where Indy stands, grinning. He shakes his head and points to him, motioning for him to continue. BBB collects himself and looks back to the audience::
BBB: Iím not even going to pretend to give a speech here. A speech is something you give to strangers or to sound big and important. Iím neither and none of you are strangers. Iíve been here less than a year. I never even thought my story was worth an award until Lane mentioned I might win one on the comments section of my story thread.
::BBB collects himself::
BBB: And I really wanted to win one, I really did and Iím
very happy that now I seem to have won four, but this Ö Best Author? Itís
beyond anything I deserve. Since coming here Iíve been exposed to so many good
writers. Dr. Indy and Chris Silva, RangerReady, Zap and
To think that enough of you did so that I actually won over the people Iíve already named as well as the many talents Iíve failed to mention Ö there are no words. I just Ö thank you. Thank you so much. Iím going to try and do the Cafť proud in the next year. Joining this website has been one of the best decisions Iíve ever made. Thank you again. Thank you.
::The crowd stands as one and cheers as BBB holds up his trophy. Indy comes over from stage left and shakes his hand and the cheers go louder still. Then BBB leaves the stage slowly, a hint of reluctance in his step to give up the moment. Even as he does, his writerís mind is going::
[i]And so BBB left that august podium which stood before that grand and glorious gathering, with an award in his hand, a tear in his eye, and a swell of joy in his heart. He would remember this moment for many years to come and do so with the most sincere appreciation and gratitude any aardvark had ever known.[/i]
::Charles Roberts regains his crown, bows to the audience and head off stage left::