Dr. Abortion is back in the CRF Arena.  

Dr. Abortion has returned from a long journey to Peru. He comes back without what he went to get. In fact… he comes back with less. Roe, Wade and Ms. C are all gone… DEAD.

Dr. A: “Man… I totally suck. Life sucks. Everything sucks.”

He says to himself as the walks down the hallway.

Dr. A turns the corner and walks a little more; he opens up his locker room and walks in. It seems empty. Too empty.

Dr. A: “That’s it… I quit. There are too many memories here. Too many sad, sad visions of my good friends. I have to leave, I have to start anew.”

Dr. A walks over to the medical cabinet in which he keeps his belts. He expects to see his Enforcer Title, but its not there.

Dr. A: “DAMNIT!! Did Orion Pax lose my belt? I can’t stand that guy. I swear, if he let Pestilence beat him then I will track him down and kill him.”

The doc walks over and slumps down on the couch. He starts looking at all of the pictures up on his wall. He glazes at his pictures in which he defines himself as a heel with, on his wall he has John Rocker, Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, Leonardo DiCaprio, Ted Bundy, and of course… Oscar the Grouch.

Dr. A: “*sob* All of these memories… I… I can’t live with them anym-”

Suddenly he is cut off as someone walks into his room.

Pestilence: “Dum-dee-dum-dum… AHHH! What are you doing in here?!”

Dr. A: “What do you mean ‘what am I doing in here’… this is MY LOCKER ROOM.”

Pestilence: “Well, yeah… but you were supposed to be in Peru and stuff. I was using it as a… ummm… never mind. You don’t want to know.”

Dr. A: “Yeah, yeah… just get the heck out of my room.”

Pestilence: “Geez… sorry. What’s wrong with you Dr. A- you don’t look evil- you look sad. Where are Ms. C and Roe?”

Dr. A: “There are… uhh… umm… they aren’t here.”

Pestilence: “Oh. Oh, okay. Say- you wanna come do something with me?”

Dr. A: “No, no… just get outta here Pesty. Oh, and say goodbye to Trips and Vicegrip for me.”

Pesty: “Why? Are Trips and Vicegrip going somewhere?!”

Dr. A: *sigh* … “JUST GET THE HECK OUT OF MY ROOM!!!”

Pestilence: “Sorry… man, your meaner then that mean ol’ Oscar the Grouch. Bye Dr. A.”

Dr. A: “Goodbye Pestilence.”

As he walks out of the room, Dr. A shuts the door closed.

He then walks over to his *cough*medicine cabinet*cough* and pulls out a syringe.

Dr. A: “Ahh, sweet, sweet CRACK!”

Dr. A does what he does with syringes, and injects it.

Dr. A: “Hmm, I don’t think that’s enough yet. Naww, sure isn’t. Here, I haven’t had any Crystal Meth for a while. Ooo… I haven’t had any of that either. This will kill the pain. Hehehe.”

The doc continues…

Dr. A: “Ow… that hurt man. This is one dull, unclean needle. Ah, I know what I am doing… I AM THE PHYSICIAN ON A MISSION!”