McHaggis: HAHA! Are you anxious about your first Championship Wrestling Council Match WB? HAHA!

WB-7500: I am a machine Doctor. You know that. You did not program me to feel Anxious. That would be highly illogical. Why would you think that I am ... Anxious.

The view pans around the good Doctor by 120° and we see he is working on WrestleBot. using a circuit tester to check some connections in an opened access pannel concealed in the WB's torso.

McHaggis: HAHA! Because you are fidgeting like a little girl. HAHA! Now HOLD still or I will end up fusing your Z-Flux unit to your Quantum Particle Accelerator. HAHA!

WB-7500: I apologize Doctor McHaggis. I shall endevor to remain immobile, however it seems that your probe is initiating a rather distracting sensation along my lateral and ventral sensor arrays. It is as if I was being swarmed by a colony of tetramorium caespitum.

McHaggis: HAHA!! Amazing! It sounds like you are ticklish, WrestleBot, HAHA!

Voice: More likely you are just getting ants in your pants at the idea he is being teamed with a Human. Even if it is someone with the name of The Notorious B.O.T. .

We hear the small voice from the corner of the room. As we pan over we see a young boy sitting on a folding chair engrossed in a handheld videogame. It is Tim-Tim, Dr. McHaggis's nephew. Next to him, perched on the corner of the counter, is an orangutan engaged in consuming a bunch of red grapes.

WB-7500: No . . . that would be highly improbable because I do not wear pants.

The Orangutan looks up from his snack as the Tim-Tim laughs. (The Orangutan's name is Ranga, BTW.)

Ranga: No, I suppose there is no need is there. Poor fella may be as strong as ten men but he's hung like a Ken doll.

(YES ... Ranga can talk. He was one of Dr. McHaggis's first experiments in Brainwave Transfer Technology.)

McHaggis: HAHA! That was mean, Ranga! True ... but mean. HAHA!

WrestleBot remains unphased by this humorous remark at his expense as Dr. McHaggis closes his access panel.

WB-7500: Although I am curious Doctor. I thought I was unique, the only wrestling robot in existance. Could my information be in error.

McHaggis: HAHA! No my boy! You are quite correct. HAHA! You are the prototype, my finest creation and without equal! HAHA!

Wrestlebot tilts his head as Dr. McHaggis walks over to the computer printout to pull off the hardcopy results of his circuit diagnsis.

WB-7500: If that is the case then ... why is he refered to as a robot.

Ranga: He isn't, his nickname is The Notorious B. O. T. ... It's an Anagram, you dimwitted automaton.

Tim-Tim: Yup, I think B. O. T. stands for Bishop Of Tude. But don't quote me on that.

Wwe see a few radom sparks fly from WrestleBot's ear fins.

WB-7500: Wait ... I thought that my partner in this match was a wrestler. Now you tell me he is some sort of religious authority. This makes no sense. And just where is this Tude place he is the bishop of. I cannot find it on my built in Global Positioning System.

Tim-Tim: Don't fry your logic circutry, Sparky. Try googling it in connection with American slang on that WiFi brain of yours.

As 7500 stops cold as we hear what sounds a bit like the feedback noise of an old fashion modum connecting across a phone line. After a long pause WrestleBot's eyes light up and he turns toward Timothy.

WB-7500: Ah ... I found it ... "tude - any degree of unpleasant attitude that's conveyed through words or body language and can include such language as being sarcastic, cynical, pissy, angry, resentful, displeased, unhappy and on and on. ... Humans certainly are strange and illogical creatures. No wonder they are so inferior.

Ranga: Tell me about it.Oh ... and can you toss me a banana out of that bowl on the table next to you?

WrestleBot passes Ranga the piece of fruit ... meanwhile ... the good Doctor returns with the results.

McHaggis: HAHA! According to this you are functioning at 100% efficiency,WB. HAHA! You are ready to take on any competitor my boy. HAHA!

WB-7500: Doctor, may I ask you a serious question.

McHaggis: HAHA! Of Course WB! HAHA! But I must say if you ever ask me a non-serious question I would be very surprised. HAHA!

The focus expands to include everyone in the laboratory as WrestleBot strikes a rather ... thoughtfull pose.

WB-7500: If I am the Prototype McHaggis Synthetic Humanoid Athelete and I was created less than three months ago, How is it that Wild has no clue who I am and this C.C. Magnum person apparently claims to have found a halloween costume of me on the interweb from last year. Am I realy the first WrestleBot. You can tell me if I am not, I am a robot so I have no feelings to hurt.

Ranga: Christ Almighty! The answers to your queries are simplicity themselves. Wild is an apathetic freak and C.C.Magnum is a Moron.

McHaggis: HAHA! Well said my primate friend, well said. HAHA! Wouldn't you agree Timothy? HAHA!

Looking up from his game boy, Tim nods.

Tim-Tim: Uh-Huh. Wild apparently knows little about his own partner, let alone WrestleBot or the Notorious B.O.T.. And apparently he has little interest in knowing about either. And if C.C.Magnum had done any real research online he would know that not only does WrestleBot not claim to be famous but that he never has. As for the bogus halloween costume, I hope he kept his receit because he got ripped off and should demand a refund.

WB-7500: Yes, I thought as much. Perhaps I should go now and practice. While it might be true that I have the minds of all of the best wrestlers from The University downloaded onto my harddrive, none of them have delt with team moves so I should go over the few Jobber Pro Wrestler brainwave patterns I have at my disposal. After that I need to prepare myself to meet The Notorious B.O.T. when he comes over later to discuss strategy.

McHaggis: HAHA! That's the spirit my boy. That's the spirit! HAHA!

And as WrestleBot gets up to leave the room we ...

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