Roe and Wade head into Prototype's locker room.
The cataclysmic conclusion [Proto's finale] Proto
/Roe/: Who are you?
/Li'l Proto/: Who the f*** are you?!
/Wade/: Hey, you look like a squashed version of Proto.
/Li'l Proto/: Yeah, well you two f***s look like squashed f***ing versions of my f***ing dumps.
/Roe/: He's got the bell!
Roe and Wade advance towards Li'l Proto.
/Li'l Proto/ (brandishing his shovel): I'm f***ing warning the pair of you! Stay back!
/Wade/: Sorry, bro, but our boss wants us to get the bell.
/Li'l Proto/: Well, my boss wants me to get HIM the bell.
At that moment, Roe and Li'l Proto's eyes meet.
/Roe/: We have to run their errands ...
/Li'l Proto/: ... clean their f***ing clothes ...
/Wade/ (feeling it): ... take their abuse ...
/Roe/: ... do what they tell us ...
/Li'l Proto/: ... all the f***ing time.
Dr Abortion slowly staggers to his feet.
/Dr Abortion/: Proto is going to die a horrible, and painful death.
Proto reaches his locker room door.
/Proto/: Okay, LP, where's the bell so I can win this frigging match?
No reply.
/Proto/: Hey, where is he? And what the hell happened in here? Why is all my knitting on fire? I mean, um, good. Knitting is gay. I only did it as a cover. A cover for when I gave everyone syphilis. Haaaahahaha!
Li'l Proto, Roe and Wade are sitting together in the TSOB Arena cafeteria, sipping coffee.
/Burnt/: Hey look, there's Fate, working tables!
/Davros/: And there's The Limit and Alkatraz, squeezing jam into doughnuts!
/Burnt/: So THIS is where all the old commishes go ... no wonder Icehawg wouldn't tell me.
The midgets are talking.
/Roe/: So we're agreed. We will not be pushed around. Not any more.
/Li'l Proto/: The first meeting of the Wrassle Union of Midgets is in f***ing order, bitch!
/Wade/ (aside): This is especially good, what with Mrs C's baby being due tomorrow, and all. We could use the medical insurance WUM will provide.
/Roe/: Especially you, now you've got AIDS. Hahaha. Unclean! Unclean!
/Wade/: Damnit, shut up! Hey, Madhatter, get me somemore coffe, wouldja?
/Madhatter/: Yessir! Right away!
/Proto/: I TOLD the little comebucket to stay here. He is so dead.
Grimly, Proto pulls his trusty shovel out of his pocket again. He calls Li'l Proto on his cellphone.
/Proto/: WHERE THE F*** ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE HOMO?
...
/Proto/: I'll be there in thirty seconds.
Dr Abortion is smart. Super smart. He's watching everything on TV monitors as he makes his way up from the basement.
/Dr Abortion/: Big syringe of strychnine ... we've had our good times, we've had our bad times. But you've never let me down. I love you. Now, to the canteen!
Proto and Dr Abortion enter the canteen from opposite sides. They both see the bell at the same time ... and both charge for it.
/Burnt/: It's a straight foot race!
/Davros/: Wait ... Roe is holding a breezeblock over the bell!
/Li'l Proto/: Make one more move and this f***ing bell is TOAST!
As they reach opposite ends of the table, Proto and Dr A slowly stop.
/Wade/: Yeah, then you'll have to fight for the rest of time!
/Roe/: Or until one of you kills the other ... hehehe ... heh.
Proto looks crossly at Li'l Proto.
/Proto/: What's this?
/Li'l Proto/: Us little people have formed a UNION. Wrassle Union of Midgets.
/Dr A/: If this is true, I'm going to kill the pair of you. You know how I feel about unions. Workers shouldn't have rights.
/Roe/: Look ... if either one of you wants to ring this bell, you're gonna have to agree to a few conditions.
/Proto/: Like what?
/Wade/: Like, no hitting us.
/Li'l Proto/: Or f***ing calling us names.
/Roe/: Or making us clean your underwear.
/Dr A/: Damn, what's the point in keeping you around if I have to wash my own skivvies?
/Wade/: The point is, we'll break the bell if you don't agree.
/Proto/: Sure. Give me the bell.
/Li'l Proto/: Okay.
Li'l Proto picks up the bell, and makes to hand it to Proto.
/Dr A/: Whoa! I agree, too. Give ME the bell.
/Roe/: Who do we give it to?
/Wade/: We just throw it UP in the air ...
Wade hurls the bell into the air ...
/Wade/: ... and see where it lands.
... where it catches on the ceiling fan.
/Proto/ (with feeling): You little bastard.
Proto swings at Dr A. Dr Abortion blocks, and swings back.
/Davros/: This could be the end!
/Burnt/: Both men are in a bad way from all the fighting and running!
And then ... it happens.
/Davros/: Proto goes for a DDT! Blocked! Dr Abortion hooks on the TRIMESTER TERMINATION! NOBODY gets out of this!
/Proto/: AAAARGH!
/Dr A/: I'm gonna break you!
As Proto reaches around in vain, his hand lands on something in Dr A's pocket.
/Dr A/: NYYYYYYYAAAAAARGH!
/Burnt/: Proto just injected Dr A with strychnine!
/Dr A/: Muscles ... siezing up!
Proto picks up the convulsing Dr Abortion, and sends him crashing chest first into a cafeteria table with an earth-shattering Breah Taker!
/Proto/: LP. Get me that mop from Cazz.
Ten seconds and some reaching later ...
*ding*
/Burnt/: Folks ... this match is over.
/Davros/: The Most Evil Man in Wassle [dot] Net is back!
You know it.