Shamoon: I still can't get over that segment just now.
A.B.: Indeed, every week we learn more and more about Luisa Festa.
Dominga: Yeah, like she's absolutely psychotic. How do you do that? Ruin somebody's relationship like that?
A.B.: Frankly, I think she did them a favour. Toxic indeed.
Shamoon: You guys think a doctor, a real doctor, could cure... whatever that is?
A.B.: I don't think so, but since we're on the topic, we just received word of an incident that took place in the office of Dr Anya Sharma. Let's have a look,
We see an O.R.D.R.L.I feed in the Trainer's Room. Sarah Esposito is seated on a chair. Her calf, swollen from Cobra's bite, is outstretched. Her bronze skin is a sickly yellow and she has bags under her eyes. There's a big metal bucket next to her. Zadie Chen walks in with a bottle of water. Esposito reaches for it, but then grabs the bucket and proceeds to hurl.
The drone pans left to see Roger Evans getting his left shoulder taped up.
Further left, and we see Chakir Jabbar with his back being checked by the Doc herself. Chelem stands next to him, watching something on his camcorder screen.
Chakir: Gah! Come on, doc. Be caref- AAH!
Dr Sharma (deadpan, pushing against his spine): Not my body. It's yours. You may want to remember that next time.
Chakir (groaning): I didn't powerbomb myself?
Evans: Sorry, dude! My bad.
Chelem (showing the camcorder to Chakir): Dude, check the angle I got for the dropkick!
Chakir (leaning to watch): Nice-ah!
Dr Sharma (pulling him back): Stay still.
Chelem: I was kind of late when you did the senton off the barrier. You think Miller would let use-
The voice of Elsa Filipsson fills the room: You... selfish, clout-chasing MORONS!
Chelem nearly drops his camera.
Chakir flinches as the Swede and the Finn both skate into view with dust in their wheels and steam in their helmets.
Chakir: Wait, I can explain-
Elsa: We had a deal!
Chakir: I-I can still- ARGHH!!!!
Dr Sharma (still pushing against his back): You have a Rorschach test where your back used to be. You're not going anywhere.
Chelem: Come on, doc! I-It can't be that bad. I'm sure after some rest and-
Dr Sharma (narrows eyes): And nothing. It's a miracle he doesn't have a concussion.
Eeva Mustonen knocks against her helmet: Vitun tyhjäpää!
Chelem (frowns): You and you're damn European. Speak English.
Eeva (skates close): No brain, no concussion!
Chelem (puts down camera): You know what? I've just about had it with-
Chakir (hand on Chelem's shoulder): Bro, calm down! Come on.
Chelem (shrugs his hand off and leaves): I need to get some air.
Elsa (looking down frowning): If anyone has no brain, it's me for trusting these clowns.
Eeva (gets in Elsa's face): Olet oikeassa (punches Elsa in the arm and leaves).
Elsa (rubbing her arm): Ow!
Chakir (looking away momentarily): Hey, look. You're the one who said you're here to be a champion. There was a title on the line, and I jumped at the opportunity. You would have done the same-
Elsa: No, I wouldn't, and I didn't, because of the AGREEMENT we made!
Chakir: The Doctor is literally telling me I can't leave-OW! (looks at Sharma) You did that on purpose.
Elsa: Oh, so it's the Doctor's fault you picked a dangerous spot-monkey match for a title with BLOODBATH in its name?!
Evans: She's got a point, Dude.
Elsa glares at him, and he holds up a hand and looks away.
Chakir (grits his teeth): Look, I just thought it would be awesome to walk into our match with the Madness and whatever loser they got with them with a belt and- You-You know, status? Mind games? Inti-ti-timidation?
Elsa: You're just saying words. You don't even know what they mean.
Chakir: I thought I'd win easily, okay? Chelem and I have been doing this for 5 years. This guy's a complete rookie!
Evans frowns.
Chakir: The only reason he even has that belt is because Ethan Stewart vanished off the face of the Earth and Asovale decided to come after us, instead of him. I'd be a champion and a main eventer in one night... I'd be legit.
A.B.: Too many Is in that sentence.
Elsa (shaking her head in disgust): Grattis, you've failed at all three.
Dominga: You tell him, sister.
Chakir glares.
Elsa (turns away): And now we have to prepare for a handicap match.
General Manager Nalah Shabani's voice is heard: Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.
She comes into frame to a mix of cheers and boos.
Shabani: It seems Ms Asovale and her "brothers" don't mix well with others. She flat-out refused to find a partner.
Shamoon: Wait...
Elsa: ... What?
Shabani: Had your group remained whole (shoots Chakir a look), you'd have entered the match with a 4-on-3 numbers advantage.
Crowd: OOOOH!
Elsa spins around and shoots hot iron daggers from her eyes at Chakir, who can no longer meet them. Evans stifles a laugh. Dominga does not.
Shabani: As it stands, the odds are now even.
Dominga (still laughing): NO, THEY ARE NOT!
Shabani: So, I am officially declaring tonight's main event a 6-Person Tag Team match, and that is final.
Elsa grits her teeth and skates past.
Shamoon: I mean, at least she's still in the main event.
Shabani gives Chakir one more hard look before beginning her own exit.
Esposito (stands up, limping over): Wait! Where... Where are they?!
Shabani (brow furrowing): Who?
Esposito: You know who? Maharaj and Cobra and-
Shabani: Gone. Ages ago. Their business tonight is concluded, which is good news for everyone.
The GM leaves, and the Rose seethes, and now she's about to heave.
Chen grabs the bucket and rushes over.
The good news is the floor is saved.
The bad news is the bucket is not what saved it.
Esposito: Sorry, Zadie...
The feed ends.
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