Bobby, recently finding himself as a fan favorite by being a member of the Revolution, well, has do to stuff for fans. Like any trooper, he'll even do stuff he normally wouldn't. This is one of those instances as Bobby is seen walking into a massive convention. Some fans absolutely recognize him, most fans definitely recognize him, and everybody there recognizes him. Fans approach Bobby, taking selfies, asking for autographs, etc. There's no security attache with Bobby; why would there be? One of the most dangerous competitors in XWF history needn't have someone accompany him to do stuff for the people.

Bobby is led by someone working the con to a huge hall, and to a table on a stage. The room is packed and roars as Bobby sits down, accompanied by Elijah Woods and Gary Oldman, of all people. Bobby shakes hands with the two other men he's sharing the space with before turning to the crowd and raising his arms at fourty-five degree angles. He takes his seat, smiling, and glances towards Woods and Oldman.

"Hey," Bobby begins, awestruck. "Nice to meet you guys! Sin City and Wilfred were dope, and I loved the Greasy Strangler."

"Thanks!" Elijah Woods looks genuinely honored at the mention. "I remember Relentless 2021, that was absolutely sick!"

"Aw, shucks. I got a concussion, you'll have to remind me what happened." Woods laughs, thinking Bobby to be coy instead of the author just too lazy to look at what happened there and instead blaming head trauma.

"I agree, Mr. Bourbon, bravo!" Oldman also beams at Bobby.

"Oh, wow, thanks! I mean, dude, you're a legend, top to bottom, but Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy is what I have modeled my whole career after since 2022!" Oldman's eyes go wide.

"My part?"

"Well, yeah, you and Mark Strong, but really, the Fifth Element? Best fantasy writing of our times!"

The crowd settles down as an emcee walks out.

"Mid-South-Central Dakotas Comicon!"

The crowd goes apeshit.

"We have assembled this top tier panel of performers and storytellers here for you!"

"NOW!"

"FOR THE EVENT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR!"

Bobby glances around curiously as both Woods and Oldman look immediately nervous. Was Bobby here to Bobbybomb them?

"THE 2025 GAME OF THRONES FAN FICTION CONTEST!"

Bobby glances around curiously as though he's in the wrong room. Woods and Oldman roll their eyes.

"Wait."

"...what?"

"I'm not sure, Bobby." Woods smiles. "This is a little unexpected for me."

"My agent mentioned this. Shit." Oldman looks bored.

"I, uh, think Game of Thrones sucks. A lot of people do. The show ended shitty, the books never ended, it's really an expose of a guy playing Dungeons and Dragons by himself because everybody else at the game store found him insufferable, and what is it with George R. R. Martin's lousy hat? That shit is for ner..."

Before he can say 'nerds' Bobby catches himself. He's a face now.

"That shit just ain't for me, I'm a wrestler."

The first contestant steps up to a podium set up in front of Bobby, Woods, and Oldman, not to ask any of them about their storied careers, but to add to the mediocre tapestry already exploited by two separate HBO series because someone saw the Hobbit in 1977 and was furious the children's movie wasn't edgy enough. Bobby sighs, rubbing his eyes as Woods leans on his elbows, feigning interest while Oldman opens a handle of gin.

"Pbbbbbbbt. Shit."