Speaking of matches that are not over yet (ha ha…but seriously), Darren Scofield trepidatiously enters the Sanctum Anthonyhealdum, where Scott sits behind his desk. "Steven rehired me." "Yes, I know." With smiles of good will, Scott turns off his classical music, and Darren says Steven told him to try to reach some kind of accord. "I didn't mean to disrespect you. But I felt…under assault." Scott nods, and gestures for Darren to sit. Good start. He says, "I, uh, I wish I had the time to call people in for meetings, but unfortunately, my day is eighty percent on the run, and…" Hm. Not the most conciliatory apology, but it's a start. "I didn't mean to assault you, Mr. Scofield." Good. Darren says, "I appreciate that. And I know that the grading issue is an important one." Scott nods, as if to say, "Doy." Then Darren makes his fatal error. "I just wish the administrators would trust the educators more." "You don't think of me as an educator?" Uh-oh. I'm going to have to start bringing out the T-2 jokes again, because Anthony Heald is about to spear Darren between the eyes with an elongated knife-finger. But, seriously, how could he not know that Scott is an educator? Did he never hear the story about the Latin teacher who knew Homer? "Oh, I do," says Darren, not trying very hard to dig himself out of the hole. "But you just called me an administrator." "Well, primarily, you are an administrator. But I know you also teach." "I've been teaching, longer than you, sir." "Now you're getting defensive." "No, I'm not." "Yes, you are." This is no longer going well. "I just find it interesting that you come in here complaining of an assault, as you launch depth charges against my credentials." "Are you capable of having a conversation, Scott? Or is it…" Now we're back into simultaneous ranting, so: blah blah blah you-suck-no-you-suck cakes. "You're such a dolt!" Dolt? Who uses the word "dolt," other than Montgomery Burns? ["I can only think of one other person." -- Sars] Darren Scofield, apparently. So Scott picks up his phone. "The call is free this time, Mr. Scofield. Call your rep. You're fired." Darren doubles in size, and bellows, "I…AM…GRADE-INFLA-TOR! CHAMPION OF COASTING SLACKERS! FRIEND TO THE G.P.A.! SCOURGE OF COLLEGE ADMISSION! BOW BEFORE ME, FOR I AM YOUR GOD!" Then he tears off Scott's arms and eats them. Yeah. Yeah. And then he says, in an Austrian accent, "I have to hand it to you: you're up in arms. Ah ha ha ha haaa!" Nah, none of that happens. This show is boring.
Back in the gym, Christine is getting kind of thrashed by her adversary, who, instead of just allowing her to pin him like her previous opponents, seems to be endeavoring to "wrestle" with her. "She'll come back," says Kevin, because he's read the script for the episode. And indeed she does, slamming him onto his back, jumping on top of him, and pinning him. Then she collapses and doesn't get back up, almost as though the effort has given her a massive coronary. Wait a minute. The ref tries to rouse her for a few moments, and then calls for the paramedics, who sprint over as soon as they hear the drum-machine riff ripped off directly from ER. Christine's father comes to her side, and they tell him to step back. They do a bunch of medical-type stuff to her, but she goes into "v-fib." They shock her a few times, and then "start compressions." They tell her to "come on back." Man, how does Wing deal with this crap every week? No wonder you gave that up, Sars. Anyway, Christine seems to be "not responding" which is never good, unless you're Harry Senate, in which case it's normal.