We skip backstage to BDSM.
That’s Bobby Dean and Some Man. AKA Beautiful Bobby Dean and Lunchbox Larry. AKA Classic Wrestling’s Tag Team Champions.
The rotund Robert Dean still has both belts interlocked around his large waist. Larry still looks at them longingly every now and then. The bandage still wraps around Dean’s pinky finger.
LL: So whaddya think, Mr. Dean?
Startled out of a trance, Bobby snaps his head up from staring at the two belts around his belly. His eyes dart around as he tries to recall what Larry was talking about in the first place.
BBD: Yeah, sure. That all sounds great, Gary.
Lunchbox pumps his fist, catching Dean’s full attention. Seeing his usually nervous mentee so happy causes concern to build up within.
BBD: Uh, wait, what?
Larry throws his big arms around his girth-gifted mentor.
LL: I KNEW you’d be there for me, Mr. Dean. My Maw had you all wrong. You really do care!
The words cause The Beautiful Man from Honalee to shake his head with worry. His eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.
BBD: WHAT’RE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
Lunchbox steps back, looking shocked and confused. His brows scrunch up as he looks quizzically at his tag partner.
LL: You’re not one of them multiple personality people are you, Mr. Dean? One second I’m asking you to accompany me down to the ring just in case that scary Mushi guy or the psycho manager man try anything funny… and just seconds later you have no clue what’s going on? Is your name still Mr. Dean? Do you know WHERE you are right now? Did I hug you too hard?
BBD: STOP! No…
You see Bob’s eyes darting yet again. Trying to find a way out of this. But after a few seconds, the man with both tag titles around his waist sighs in defeat.
Larry’s eyes drop like a dejected child.
LL: Well you don’t ha-
Immediately guilt-ridden, Bobby waves his fat arms for Lunchbox to stop talking.
BBD: Of course I’ll be there for ya, Gary! What kind of mentor and tag team champion would I be, if I didn’t? SHEESH! I just felt a little bad for the other guys. Mushman and Dante’s Inferno won’t stand a chance with me down there. HECK, Leon Van Can’t-Wrestle might even forfeit when he sees me standing there looking all Beautiful! I’m just wondering if me being there is too much for him. I really want to see you beat him against all the odds, ‘cause I know ya can, buddy!
There’s that Bobby Dean wink and grin.
Larry lifts his head back up, smiling that naive smile of his own.
LL: It’s time to teach them a lesson! BDSM can handle the rough stuff!
Dean bursts out laughing. Larry scratches his head, probably starting to wonder about the personality disorder again. The scene cuts.