*KSSHT* The UFO's radio buzzed to life.
"Falco, this is Headquarters. You have Ness on board?"
Ness heard the voice but couldn't place it. "Affirmative, Headquarters."
"New orders. Beam him directly to Medical."
"Directly to Medical? But I thought -"
"Falco, that's a direct order. You've got ten seconds to comply."
"Copy that, Headquarters. Initiating beamout." Falco sure doesn't sound happy about this, Ness thought before the cell faded out around him.

A new room faded in around him. Ness knew he'd been teleported - it felt the same as his own PSI skill - but he didn't know exactly where. Judging by the radio call, he figured he was probably in an infirmary or something; the white walls and clean smell certainly confirmed this. So it was without surprise that Ness watched a portly doctor walk into the room.
"'Ey, Ness!" The Brooklyn-accented doctor broke into a smile under his bushy moustache. "Where ya been!"
Ness raised an eyebrow. "Um, sorry, do I know you?"
The doctor looked confused, then snapped his fingers. "The chip, right. Gotta get that out." He chuckled. "Well, I'm Dr. Mario, but you're gonna remember that in a second, right? Have a seat, right over here." He patted a chair. Ness walked over and settled in, not without some trepidation.
"Hmm hmm hmmmm..." Ness could hear Dr. Mario humming as he clattered with some tools in the background. This was worse than waiting for the dentist. What was he doing here?
"All set!" declared Dr. Mario. Ness heard him flip a switch.
The next thing he knew, Ness was leaping out of the chair, holding the back of his neck and screaming. "What are you doing?"
"Hey, woah, Ness.." Dr. Mario hurried over to him, very concerned it seemed. "I'm sorry, I didn't think we'd have time for the anesthetic and all that! They're really close now!"
"Who's really close?" Ness demanded.
With a loud crash, the door was kicked in by a black-booted, black-shelled turtle with a shotgun, standing on its hind legs. Several more of them poured into the room, shouting things like "Freeze!" and "Hands up!" and "Stop the operation!" Ness wasn't really sure this last comment was needed, as the operation had already stopped.
"Them," explained Dr. Mario. "Black Op Troopas. Hope to see ya later, Ness," he added as the nearest Troopa grabbed Ness by the shoulder and hauled him out of the room.

Ness was pretty sure that being on the receiving end of all those shotguns wouldn't be good, so he willingly allowed himself to be taken down the hall. This was observed over a closed-circuit television in a mahogany office on the top floor by two important figures. One was a dull-looking ape with a tie bearing his initials; the other could have been Dr. Mario's twin brother if he dressed in a white coat instead of red coveralls, but was really just his second cousin.
"So, Donkey Kong, the threat has been stopped. Have the publicity agents made arrangements for Ness to be villified?"
"Uhhh.. yep."
"Good. And my cousin, what should we do about him?"
"Ummm... smash?"
"Hmph. That's your answer to everything." After thinking for a moment, he snapped his fingers, much like his cousin had earlier. "I've got it! We'll put him in a fixed fight against me!" He spread his hands along an imaginary marquee. "Mario vs. Dr. Mario! It'll drive the crowds wild!"
"Are we gonna fix it, though?"
"Of course we are. You hide under the platform and knock him out about three minutes in, dummy, just like we practised. Two evil foes destroyed in one night! This will be the best episode of Escape ever!" Mario rubbed his hands with delight.