At the TSOB Arena, in a room which has a temporary sign that says “Dr. Abortion” on it… A question…

 

Roe: Do you think there are other universes out there?

 

Wade: Huh?

 

Roe: You know, like other realities. Like this one, but different.

 

Wade: I don’t follow.

 

Roe: I just mean, well, here – I’ll give you an example. What if Dr. Abortion wins this match…

 

Wade: Of course the boss will.

 

Roe: Well yeah, lets say he does. What if there is, like, another reality – another world, alternate to this one where, say, Rude Girl or Disciple wins the match.

 

Wade: That’s preposterous.

 

And just as they finish there little deep discussion, Dr. Abortion steps into the room with gym bags over his shoulders.

 

Dr. A: Ahh… TSOB Arena, how I know thee so well. What a dump.

 

“Little discussion,” should be taken literally. Roe and Wade are Dr. Abortion’s two midget hirelings – paid to do the deeds that no one else would do, help out the “Doc from DC.”

 

Dr. A: I can’t believe you got here before me.

 

Roe: That’s because we don’t drive in a cruddy 1989 Ford Taurus Station Wagon.

 

Dr. A: Well at least I don’t need to sit on a booster seat like you, midget.

 

Wade: We’re “small people.” You know that.

 

Dr. A: I gnome that?

 

Roe: Screw you.

 

Dr. A sits down on the couch and laughs.

 

Wade: Anyway, I’m glad you got here in time. It’s just a short while until your first round match.

 

Roe: We were afraid you weren’t going to show.

 

Dr. A: Is that an unfunny pun based on the federation I am from?

 

Roe: Nope.

 

Dr. A: Good. Say – you know when the SHOW really sucked? When Spinn-

 

Wade quickly throws his little hands over Dr. Abortion’s mouth.

 

Dr. A: *muffle*

 

Wade: Hehehe… you don’t really mean that, do you? I mean. You were just kidding. Right?

 

Dr. A: *gasp*… get your little friggin sweaty palms off me, short stuff.

 

Wade: I was trying to save you from irreversible damage, boss.

 

Roe: We’re always trying to help you out doc. You never show us respect and look out for us. It makes us angry.

 

Dr. A’s Head: Hrmm… Barroom Brawl is always a place for revelations. Man, I hope my own valets don’t swerve me.

 

Pregnant pause.

 

Wade: You’re silent. What are you thinking about, boss?

 

Dr. A: Oh. Nothing. Say, just where is this barroom set up anyway?

 

Roe: What Barroom?

 

Dr. A: The one for the brawl. You know. I figure they’d just build it into one of the luxury boxes or something.

 

Wade: There's no bar. It’s in the ring.

 

Dr. A: Then why is it called Barroom Brawl?

 

Roe & Wade: *shrug shoulders*

 

Dr. A: So it’s just a brawl in the ring?

 

Roe: Actually, it’s not a brawl at all. Just a standard pinfall match. No Countouts though.

 

Dr. A: Wow… three rounds of boring, mundane, standard matches? Why this totally lacks any ingenuity or creativity all! It is a desperate plea for 1950s-style antlike conformity.

 

Roe: You’re just jaded and angry at everything, doc.

 

Wade: Gosh, I hope it’s not like the 50s. I don’t want to have to go through all that segregation stuff.

 

Dr. A: Midgets never had their own water fountains.

 

Roe: So doc, we’ve only got a little while until the match begins. Are you going to get ready for the match somehow?

 

Dr. A: Of course. We’re going to head over to the gym in a couple of minutes so I can work out. Pump some Iron. It’s going to be a long night if I’m going all the way to the end - I need to get ready.

 

Wade: Really? The gym?

 

Dr. A: Nooooo! Heh. I was just ribbing you. You two would fall for anything.

 

The Doc goes ruffling through his gym bags.

 

Dr. A: Ah, here we go.

 

He pulls out a syringe.

 

Dr. A: Sweet, sweet Nandrolone Phenpropionate. How you treat me so well.

 

Roe: You know steroids are illegal doc, right?

 

Wade: And harmful. They can make you loser hair and become impote- uhh… umm…

 

Dr. A: Come on. COME ON! Say it, you little wuss.

 

Wade: Never mind. Sorry you’re so sensitive about “that” doc. I forgot about the whole “screwdriver” incident for a minute.

 

Dr. A: Yes. Good. Everyone should forget about the screwdriver incident. And nobody should ever talk about it again. New subject.

 

Roe: I’ve got one! Doc, do you ever wonder what your competitors are doing when you’re just sitting in your room, on the couch, doing nothing?

 

Dr. A: Doing nothing? I beg to differ… I am in here training for a difficult battle ahea- Oooo… “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” is on!!

 

The doc puts down the TV guide he was eyeing and looks for a remote.

 

Wade: That’s not the point. What he is asking is – don’t you care about what Rude Girl and Disciple have planned for you?

 

Dr. A: Nope.

 

Roe: “Nope?!” You’ve got to have more of a reaction than that!

 

Dr. A: Look. I’m fighting a girl and Brutus Beefcake, how hard can it be?

 

Wade: Brutus Beefcake?

 

Dr. A: I’ll explain later. Look, the point is… no one cares what they are doing right now. Fortunately, I don’t have to sit through whatever stupid things they may have to say. I hope everyone else has the same fortune.

 

Meanwhile… in Rude Girl’s Room…

 

Continued

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