Finally, The Domino, has come back…..
“I don’t get it,” Sarah tells Styles.
They’re sitting on a basketball court on the sideline. The place is deserted. Just them. Just a couple of lights on. If Styles were shady, he’d consider it ‘mood lighting’ and he might consider this a date, but he’s not. He holds a sacred position: Sarah’s commentator. And nothing could ever make him think otherwise. Plus, Sarah thinks Styles is old.
“Is The Domino dead? How did he possess Kay?”
“He must be dead. I bet the WWF had him killed, and now he’s returned from beyond the grave to carry out some sort of vengeance. But you shouldn’t worry,” Styles says.
“I never get the wiggins. He’s just a jobber. I slay jobbers. That’s my job. If Kay and I cross paths in the tournament, well, I’ll have to slay her. And hopefully after The Domino loses, he’ll leave Kay. You know, this is really starting to raise the annoy level. Ever since Kurt Cobain revealed Kay has the hots for me, there’s always something keeping us from talking. First it was Trey Vincent, now The Domino. It’s almost like somebody’s trying to draw out the inevitable.”
“Like thinking of an old, fat, ugly woman during sex. Or your dad.”
“Ewww. You think of my dad during sex?”
“Well….it helps.”
“In what way?”
“Let’s drop this.”
“Multiple please.”
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Meanwhile, at Toys ‘R’ Us.
“Finally, The Domino HAS COME BACK…
…
…
To the action figure aisle.”
“Yeah. That was funny the last seven aisles,” Xamfir says.
“Shut up jabrony. Why are you still following around The Domino? The Domino is NOT signing an autograph for a little rudy poo, candy ass with a Mickey Mouse haircut,” Kay Fabe says.
Kay Fabe is in front of the WWF figures. She pulls off a The Rock(TM) figure.
“Where are the BOB action figures? Where is The Domino?”
“Did Mickey Mouse have hair,” Xamfir wonders.
“IT DOESN’T MATTER if Mickey Mouse had hair!”
“You are Kay Fabe. Did you bump your head or something.”
“No, she didn’t bump her head or any other part of her body.” Kay grabs her breasts. “Though it’s tough to tell here,” she says gently running her hands around her breasts.
Oh yeah, for the visually impaired, she’s still dressed in a black shirt with a red E on the front and black workout pants. Xamfir, meanwhile, is dressed like the Crocodile Hunter guy from TV.
“You know what I think Kay? I think you’re afraid to deal with Sarah one on one.”
“One, on one, with the great one?”
“Kay! Come back!”
“What in the blue hell are you talking about?” Kay throws the toy to the floor and heads to the next aisle.
“Finally, The Domino, HAS COME BACK, to the second action figure aisle.”
“Well, first off…The Domino was a heel when he left BOB.”
“Well, big piece of monkey crap, the fans made me their champion.”
Kay Fabe is on the move again, now heading to the video games.
“Finally, The Domino, HAS COME BACK…”
“To the video game aislek” Xamfir says, bored-like.
“Hey, this isn’t sing along with The Domino. ….to the video game area! It’s not an aisle, jabrony.”
“Kay, let’s go see Sarah. You two can talk.”
“Wait, are you telling The Domino that Sarah and Kay Fabe are a little….come ci, come ca?”
“Well, yeah? But you know that. You ARE Kay Fabe.”
“Kay Fabe is dead, monkey crap. The Domino has stolen her beautiful body to call home. And all women, especially Sarah, are invited in, any time, any place.”
“Fine, let’s go see her then.”
“Don’t tell The Domino what to do. The Domino tells you what to do. Why don’t you go play with your panflute, go steal some more Salvation Army clothes, know your role, and SHUT your mouth!”
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“Finally, The Domino, HAS COME BACK…to this empty gymnasium.”
“Kay!” Sarah shouts.
“Yes?” Kay answers.
“Xamfir says she’s not Kay. I think she bumped her head,” Xamfir says.
“I’m Kay. What are you talking about Xamfir?”
“What?”
“I said I’m Kay.”
Everyone: “What?”
“Fine, The Domino is The Domino. Stop whatting me!”
“Knew it,” Styles says.
“I want Kay back,” Sarah demands.
“Why, so you two can get all naked and sweaty together?”
“Xamfir!” Sarah says, quite disgusted.
“Sorry,” Xamfir says. “Everyone was thinking it!” He puts his thumb in his mouth and sits down cross-legged.
“She’s my best friend. I’m not going to have sex with Kay Fabe. Besides, I know she’s not The Domino and is just pretending. Don’t you remember that last four-parter we did? If Kay was possessed, she couldn’t keep our world together.”
“She couldn’t? Why?” Kay asks.
“Because. She’s BOB’s guardian. We’re on the fault line between reality and fiction, and anytime BOB starts to fall into reality, she pulls it back. We haven’t been pulled since your ‘possession.’ meaning Kay, stop faking. Be Kay again.”
“Oh my God, wait,” Styles says. “If Kay believes she is The Domino, she can’t, as some would, change their gimmick. In Kay Fabe’s world, gimmicks don’t exist. We may have to take more drastic action.”
“Kay, I’m sorry,” Sarah says.
Suddenly, Sarah’s foot is in Kay’s face. Kay, unprepared for the kick, falls back and her head bounces off the court. Her world becomes….
Black.