YOU DONE MESSED UP A-ATROX

**This is a shameless parody of the Key&Peele SNL skit. Have a ride on the lolerskates and Enjoy! **

The summoning hall grew crowded as the champions filed in, awaiting the choosing. Suddenly there was a slight stirring as an unfamiliar announcer approached the podium and began speaking. “Alright Champions, I’ll be your substitute announcer today. I was an announcer in DOTA for 20 years, so don’t even think about messing with me. Yall got that? I’ll read off your names as you’re chosen. When I do, call out so I know you’re here. We clear?” A flash of light, and the first was chosen. “Gang PeeLank… Gang Peelank… Is Gang Peelank not here?” “Um… It’s pronounced Gangplank.” “Oh ok… so that’s how it’s gonna be… Yall wanna play. Ok then.” The announcer pointed a finger aggressively at Gangplank. “I’ve got my eye on you Gang Peelank.” Another flash of light. “Vayroose. Where’s Vayroose at?” A goat legged man raised a timid hand. “Uh… My name’s Varus…” “Are you out of your damn mind?” The announcer scoffed and repeated him in a mocking tone. “‘Varus…’ What? YOU WANNA GO TO WAR VAYROOSE?” Another flash of light interrupted his rant. “Kaytahreenay. Is there a Kaytahreenay?” Pregnant silence greeted him. He waited a moment longer. “If one of yall says some silly-ass name… This whole prepack is gonna feel my wrath.” An extremely quiet voice accompanied a raised hand. “Do you mean Katarina?” “SON OF A--- You say your name right, right now!” “Katarina.” She repeated. “Say it right.” “Katarina.” “SAY IT RIGHT.” Katar-“ “OK, YOUR BANNED. NEXT!” A flash of light.
“Twitch.” “HELLOOO HUHUHAHA!” “What the hell, Twitch you on drugs? Get the hell out of my Summoner’s hall with that! Repick! Next!” A flash of light. “Who’s next? A-Atrox. A-Atrox, where are you? Where is A-Atrox right now? No A-Atrox? Well you better be sick, dead, or mute A-Atrox!” “Here!” “You’re A-Atrox?” “Yep.” “Why didn’t you answer the first time?” “Hmmm?” “Oh you know, I said it like a hundred times, so why didn’t you answer me the first time, A-Atrox?” “…..Because it’s pronounced Aatrox.” “SON OF A--“ The announcer broke his clip board over his knee. “YOU DONE MESSED UP A-ATROX!!” He pointed vehemently out the door of the hall. “NOW TAKE YO SELF OUT TO THE PERMA-BANNED HALL YOU SORRY SACK OF NERFED GARBAGE! DISRESPECT!” After Aatrox had left, the hall was silent for the last champion pick. A flash of light. “Sejuani.” “Present.” “Thank you!”