From Idea to Slammer


Well, not that you care about this stuff, but you clicked the link to get here but you have no one to blame but yourself…

Late 1998 / Early 1999:
I was a senior in High School. Ahh, those were the magical years. Though converted to the WWF, I had watched WCW for years, and Scott Steiner was by far my favorite Bad Guy. I mean, at the time, everyone hated that guy. No one could stand him.

The man was so evil and so hated that I declared that there was no possible way to make him any more hated.

Of course, whenever I make a statement like that I immediately try to prove myself wrong, and my sick, twisted, demented mind goes to work.

So I was talking to a friend that just happens to be known as “Holyevil.” And we were thinking of ways to make Scott Steiner more hated.

We loved coming up with wrestling gimmicks – because it was obvious that we knew more about wrestling than any WCW writers did.

Alas, I drift off target. I finally thought of that wonderful Idea to make Scotty more hated.

I said that Scott Steiner should come down to the ring in a blue medical gown, hauling a stretcher. On that stretcher would be a blowup doll/mannequin (something real fake looking). There’d be a blue cloth over the body so no one could see what it was. So anywho… Scott Steiner would take the mic and scream out that he was the most evil man alive, and that he would abort a fetus in front of them. He then jumps down, whips off the blue sheet and reveals the fake body. He reaches in between the legs and pulls out a cabbage patch kid with ketchup all over it. He then tosses it away and begins laughing in his evilness as fans around the world are shocked and disgusted.

Cute Story, no? I found it pretty funny. Because like it or not – ABORTION IS FUNNY. In fact, I went around saying things like “I am the Big, Bad, Baby Killing Booty Daddy” and “Holla if you kill babies” in all sorts of places, confusing all that surround me.

From then on every once and a while I would mention my Scott Steiner gimmick in conversation with Wrestling fans. They of course looked at me with a “uhh… yeah… riiiiiiiiiight” look.

October 19th and 20th, 1999:
Through a dramatic series of twists and turns (ie: my roommate told me) in my new life in college, I was recommended to “Cyberslam.” This was some sort of queer, fruity internet role-playing league for losers. So, of course, I decided to join (because I am a queer, fruity loser).

This was October 19th. I really wanted a gimmick to use. Even though I was a rookie and had never been involved with this sort of thing before, I knew making some fake, gay Rock or Stone Cold character blew. Holyevil suggested to me to make the “Scott Steiner who kills babies” character that I oh, so loved to talk about.

I was too pussy to do it though.

Too pussy for one day that is.

On the 19th I created Orion_pax, a lame transformers gimmick that lasted 9 months (from what I hear from the people who know me that is approximately 9 months longer than it should have lasted). But the next day, on the 20th, I was like – SCREW IT, I’m making the baby killer!

So I had to chose a name. As a master of wit and subtle nuances, I tactfully named him Dr_abortion. I filled in all these stupid things like ‘valet’ and ‘finisher’ and stuff that I had no plans for with “Ms. Contraceptive” and “Trimester Termination.”

Anyway, my first post probably sucked due to my greenness. But it pretty much followed the way I made the story – a guy walks out with a stretcher and pulls out the fake dead baby and shocks the crowd – everyone thinks he’s offensive and horrible and he should be fired.

I probably would have been suspended, if not for a commish problem. IUIWA commish Shua had disappeared and there was no commish at the time. So I was able to get a foot in the ground and avoid one of those embarrassing ‘suspended after first ever post’ situations.

Dr. Abortion evolved from there on. He started out in sort of a ‘Jeff Jarret/Debra’ relationship – where he was the hateable villain while everyone loved his sweet, innocent valet caught up with the wrong guy. But he was always more Scott Steiner than Jeff Jarret. Anyway, the rest of the story I’m sure you can read at another part of the site. If you want to.