As “Show-Down” comes back on,
and the match before the Dedication Title match begins in the ring… The Doc
from DC and crew are still in one of the back gyms…
Ms. C: *sigh* … It was such a typical Knight promo, wasn’t
it?
Dr. A: Yep. Chevs all the way.
Roe: Hey Boss, what possible contribution to the match can the
Ambassador from France make, huh? I mean why even include him in this whole
situation.
Wade: I know Doc. You know what… I bet the Ambassador from
France is secretly working with us, right? It’s going to be a swerve job. I
mean, there is no other reason to include him in the story, right?
Dr. A: You midgets ask so many questions. Please, the ambassador
of France… turn on Chevalier?
Wade: Well, explain it! Why else would he even be put in the story?
Ms. C: Just you two midgets shut your mouth. I told you the plan,
there is nothing else you need to know.
Roe: Yeah. But you told us our part of the plan was to sit back
here and not interfere in the match, so we don’t mess up and DQ the doc. You said
we were untrustworthy and bumbling.
Wade: That’s some nerve. After all we’ve done for you. You know,
we won the CRF Intercontinental Title once.
Dr. A: I remember. Listen, just do as told. You know enough of
the plan and you said you understood it.
Roe: Yeah Boss, but how come we never get to hear the whole
plan.
Wade: Yeah, you never even told us the whole plan why we all
faked out deaths 16 months ago.
Roe: Yeah, why exactly did we do that?! Tell us the whole
story.
Dr. A: Well, I suppose I could set things up in a narrative
fashion… saying facts that all of us already know, yet for some reason I am
compelled to ‘splain them anyway… *ahem*…
In June of 2000, you, Wade, left
the Nation of Islam. Now, they were unhappy with this, and tried to take you
out. They did. In a Funhouse they murdered you and stuffed your midget body in
one of those net cages with all the balls in them.
Wade: Yep. That was the plotline.
Dr. A: Then, we learned that you were really the heir to millions
of dollars from a vast Peruvian Drug Smuggling family. You had left all your
possessions to myself and Roe to share… only if we were to meet some
unfortunate demise, then the executor of the will would get it all.
Roe: Yeah, say Wade… are you really a millionaire?
Dr. A: …So the executor of the will tried to kill us to get the
money. Ms. C fell off of a cliff, and then myself and Roe were in a plane crash
in the Andes Mountains… where I was forced to cannibalize him. A stunning,
original plot I might add.
Ms. C: Yes Doc, and then you were rescued and were sent back to
the CRF. Only your massive drug problem had finally caught up to you and you
overdosed and died.
Wade: Like Widowmaker?
Ms. C: Errm… yes.
Roe: So what was it all about? Why did we fake our deaths? What
is the secret surprise that awaits everyone… we already made our return… that
was somewhat surprising to some people. So what's the big period on the end of
the sentence, doc?
Dr. A: Umm… its… err… uhh…
Wade: Ms. Contraceptive never told you, did she?
Ms. C: Hehehehe.
Dr. A: Grrrr.
Ms. C: Don’t worry guys…. I’ll explain later.
Roe: That’s code talk for ‘I haven’t figured out yet.’
Ms. C: SILENCE. We’re supposed to be getting ready for the match
with Chevalier. Stop your yammering Dr. Abortion, start lifting some weights or
something.
Dr. A: But I’m a doctor… I just prescribe drugs to myself before
the match. Just look at me, I am like Mark Frickin McGwire with a Free
Androstenedione Card.
Ms. C: Time Check.
Wade: I’d say about 7 minutes until the match, Ms. C.
Ms. C: How time does fly.
Dr. A is back at the punching
bag, sweating. His Cell-phone goes off. He wipes the sweat off of his brow and
goes for his sports bag.
Dr. A: Hola?
Not Whitelight: Hey Doc, its not me.
Dr. A: Right… not you. So you aren’t going to be involved in the
match?
Not Whitelight: Nope. Because I am far too busy and will be nowhere around
the ring or even the arena at the time of your Dedication Title match.
Dr. A: It is good how you won’t be involved in it. It would be a
lot easier if you were here – but now I get to win based on my technical skills
and superior wrestling talent alone, I will feel very proud once I do so.
Not Whitelight: Well yes, it certainly is not a shame that I will not be
there to not help you out.
Dr. A: I know, right?
Not Whitelight: Wrong.
*click*
Roe: Who was that?
Dr. A: Not Whitelight.
Ms. C: Come on. Its time to get to the ring. Roe and Wade, get
back to the Locker Room and watch on the monitors.
Wade: Awww… are you sure we can’t come out?
Dr. A: Positive.
The crew gets going. The
midgets split with Dr. A and Ms. C, who head towards the general entrance ramp
area.
Get to the Match already? Yeah.
I was going to do that.