Bobby again walks down the hall, and now sees Madison Dyson.

"Oh, hey, nice replica!"

Considering nobody has corrected him yet, Bobby, still believing Tommy Wish is the Xtreme Champion, points at the bonafide title calling it a 'replica'.

"Hey, be careful, Sarah Wolf has been attacking fans with those back here. Thad signed some real strange-o talent, pretty sure Wolf goes to furry conventions as a jar of celery salt and laughs at the seven day forecast. Anywho, have fun being half of the second best tag champs in the company!"

Bobby walks off, his purpose of walking around these halls yet unknown beyond having far more interesting things to say than most.

Well if Bobby is looking for clarification on who the actual champ is he won't find it here! Madison implicitly kicks out of this maybe (?????) pin attempt. 

Oh geez thanks for the heads up Bob! I'll make sure to be on my toes for Sarah Wolf or any other roving lesbians who will completely unjustifiably mistake me for the Xtreme Champion! 

Madison continues on her way, wondering why that motherfucker always smells like salami. Better KICK OUT of that salami smell too.

"Roving lesbians you say?"

Bobby ponders this for a moment before dismissing it entirely; lesbians never bothered him. He pulls a half eaten summer sausage from his pocket, takes a bite, and shoves it back in before meandering off to do whatever.