JR: “So, where is Dr. A right now based on your chart, Joey?”

Joey: “Well JR, the physician on a mission is now inside of the Arcade fun room. It’s the Fun House’s cheap attempt to make more money then the admissions by making little kids throw more quarters in to play games.”

JR: “Ahh, I see.”

Dr. A runs around in the room a bit, unsure of where to go. He hastily decides to hide behind an arcade machine just as Triple C and the ref make it in.

Triple C: “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

JR: “Triple C is looking all around. He wants to find the doc and get some revenge. But instead of fighting a fair match the doc is running around and hiding like a little girl.”

Joey: “I don’t know what your talking about JR. The doc seems to be fighting seriously and using advanced stratagems.”

JR: “Triple C is looking behind the arcade machines through. He wants to find Dr. A though. Can you remember which one Dr. A hid behind Joey?”

Joey: “Nope. I didn’t get a good look.”

Trips stands in front of a Ms. Pac-Man game and inspects the Street Fighter Game in front of him. Suddenly Ms. Pac-Man tips over and lands on his leg, sending him down.

Trips: IIIIIEEEEE!!!!!

JR: “Dr. A was hiding behind Ms. Pac-Man… now he is running away. Will Trips be able to follow- how is he going to get that machine off of his foot?!”

Trips struggles to get his foot loose.

Joey: “Well at least the doc did us all a favor. Ms. Pac-Man is like 20 years old. That game needs to be destroyed.”

JR: “Now what is Dr. A doing… it looks like he is kicking one of the games. He is kicking it right in the coin slot!”

CRACK! *trickle*

Quarters begin to fall out of the old Shoot-em-up game and the doc grabs them, pocketing some. He walks over to Trips and begins to toss some quarters in his eyes.

Triple C: “Ahh! Ow! Stop it! My eyes!”

Trips gets his leg loose and Dr. A doesn’t notice. Trips jumps to his feet and the doc turns around and begins to run, but Triple C got the first jump and catches up to him.

JR: “Triple C grabs onto Dr. A… smashes him in the back of the head… Russian Leg Sweep and the doc goes down. Now he is kicking him… he is kicking the life out of him. He picks Dr. Abortion back up… he shoves him back-first into that Arcade Game!”

Joey: “Hey, look- its Road Rash. I love that Game! Triple C is beating up Dr. A over a Road Rash game!”

JR: “And Trips is smashing Dr. A into the screen of the game… its starting to crack a bit. I can’t tell if that’s the screen or Dr. A’s skull. Triple C rips the joystick out of the machine and busts Dr. A in the eyes. Looks like he’s getting back for those quarters.”

The doc breathes heavily, unable to escape… fortunately… Roe the Midget runs into the room.

JR: “Roe?! What is Roe doing here… Oh! The midget with a low-blow to Triple C, the doc pushed him off again and starts to run!”

Roe runs back the way he came, through the small tubes for children to run around in. The doc is far too big to efficiently fit in, but he follows anyway, seeing as how that is the best place to go.

JR: “Triple C is coming to again, he will need to put an icepack to his groin when this is all over. He sees Dr. A’s feet going through that tube. Where does this take the slammers Joey?”

Joey: “Well, that giant tube is one of those things that looks like what the Gerbils run in, you know, except for neon-colored and semi-transparent. That will lead to a big infrastructure of that tubing and then to a bin of balls surrounded by a rope cage and finally to a Silo Slide which will take them back into this room.”

JR: “And Trips runs into the tubing with him. Dr. A has a good few meters on him. It seems to be a maze of tubing. They may get separated from each other and lost.”

Dr. A takes a right and zooms ahead of Triple C, when Trips gets to the right he looks in and sees nothing. He walks forward and sees there are two ways. He didn’t know which way the doc went.

JR: “Like I predicted. These two are getting away from each other. Dr. A is going to gain some valuable recovery time.”

Joey: “Just what he needs and deserves.”

JR: “Trips is going down one section of the tubing… wait, he is looking through the Transparent tube and sees Dr. A, he went the wrong way. Dr. A looks back and sees him. They are both running. The doc tries to get out of sight while Triple C tries to find a way into the Doc’s tube.”

The two men scamper around slowly in the tubes that are obviously too small for them. The doc runs quickly and find a dead end drop to the balls. He doesn’t want to jump so he turns around. But when he does turn around…

Trips: “Hello Doc.”

Dr. A: “Oh Slapnuts.”

JR: “Trips did it! He found Dr. Abortion. Dr. A has nowhere to run… wait… he is jumping!”

Dr. A jumps down into the balls, which fly everywhere. Triple C suddenly jumps in too. The two start exchanging punches and throwing balls at each other.”

JR: “This is so childish. The two are doing no wrestling moves at all. They are just throwing balls at each other!”

Joey: ‘Geez JR, they’re just trying to have some fun. That and kill each other.”

The doc reaches over to grabs and armful of balls to toss at Trips, but when he does he uncovers something he did not want to see.

Dr. A: “WADE?!?!?”

Wade lies, buried beneath the balls. One is stuck in his mouth. It doesn’t seem like he is breathing.

Trips: What the hell is that?!”

The doc pops the ball out and starts performing CPR.

JR: “No… this can’t be, what happened to Wade? Did anyone see him disappear? How did he wind up in that thing?”

Joey: “I have no idea. Gee, I hope that little midget is okay.”

The doc start pumping and pumping Wade’s limp body (don’t get perverted here, sickos) he lifts Wade’s head up, blood starts to drip down.”

Wade: “Ughhh… Rosebud.”

Wade goes limp again.

Dr. A: “NO!!!!!!!!!!!”

JR: “Fans… fans… this is horrible. Something is seriously wrong with Wade. We’ve got to get paramedics in here quickly. The EMT has to get up and take care of Wade!”

Joey: “Dr. A seems out of control… look, he’s going over to Triple C.”

The doc lets go of Wade, who falls back into the balls, he somehow is able to jump up and land on top of Triple C. Meanwhile the ref jumps down from the tubing too.”

JR: “I can’t help but think about that pore little Wade right now, but the match still goes on. Dr. A in a burst of rage has applied the Trimester Termination. The ref is looking.”

Joey: “I think the ref is confused, how do you count if his shoulders are down? Does it have to touch the bottom of the cage or just the balls?”

JR: “I don’t know, but Trip’s shoulder’s are submerged under the balls and the ref is counting.”

1… 2… 3

The red stands up and calls for the bell.

JR: “Why… why… that hardly seems fair! Trips wasn’t really down, he had just sunk into the balls. I have no idea how this works… but it looks like Dr. A just got the win.”

Joey: “And he’s not gloating, he just got up and is going over to Wade again. He’s is picking him up and shoving his body into the Silo Slide.”

Wade’s body slides down the slide and crashes to the floor, doing a funny, limp flip (i.e.: Weekend at Bernie’s). He lay on the floor and the EMTs rush over.

JR: “Well fans, I guess we’ll have to report on the condition of that poor midget Wade when we find out what is wrong. We have no idea how he got in there or how he got like that. As for now Dr. A is still the enforcer champ.”

Joey: “Yeah, Trips is going over to see what’s up. Roe stands by Dr. A’s side in disbelief.”

JR: “We’ve got to cut to a long commercial break so we can drive back over to the arena for the next match. We’ll see you soon and stay tuned!”