The two men at the bar start talking about predictions of who will move on to the final four, and the first name that comes up, is local wrestler, "Too Xtreme" Eric Badger. Badger picked up the victory over Deathstrike in the first round, is more than likely considered the underdog in Round Two, where he takes on the man that upset Jake Keeton, Zone Capone. It's as if to say that "The Zone" found "The Solution" to Jake Keeton, as the entire roster was hoping for a royal flushing of Capone. This not being the case, Capone vs. Badger will be a classic for the ages. The two men at the table continue talking when someone very familiar walks through the door. He is greeted by te bartender, and is given a cool refreshing Canadian beer.
The two men figure out that it is the Canadian wrestler "Too Xtreme" Eric Badger, back home for the week before his second round match. Even though both men are hammered out of their minds, they are still shocked that he is there, and they are far too scared to walk over and say something to him. They try and wake up the passed out friend, as he begins to stir, mission accomplished, the wasted man wakes up and is sent over to Badger, across the entire bar. The man stumbles to his feet, and starts to make his way over to the superstar. He is roughly five steps away when a chair shoots out from a table and smokes the man in the legs. He lets out a yelp and tumbles to the ground, which makes him pass out again.
Ten minutes pass, and the man comes to again, with Badger standing over top of the man, staring down at him. Badger helps the man to his feet, and sits him on a bar stool so his back is resting on the bar. Badger stares deep into the man's eyes, as if noticing something familiar about him. He turns the mans head to the left, and pushes back his hair to reveal a rather nast scar. He turns the mans head back to look at him again, but this time, Badger utters a word.***
TXEB - Kyle? Is that you? What are you doing here?
Kyle - mmmmphmppmmm you?
TXEB - Shit man, why do you get this way, I have no idea what you just said to me. Don't even talk right now, you should be at home, sleeping off this drunkeness. You are going to be sore in the morning man, so lay off the sauce for a while.
Kyle - I don't you nothin' tell me to do Eric!
TXEB - Yeah, thats right man, jumble those words up more, maybe you'd make more sense to me. Now come on, your friends left already, right after you tripped over the chair. They've gone back to the Ryerson campus I suppose. Well, let's go, Al made last call about five minutes between your little spell, so you can come home with me. I've got an extra bed you can sleep in, so lets get in the car, and header home.
***Eric puts an arm around Kyle and escorts his drunk ass out of the bar, and into the Caddy waiting outside. Eric straps Kyle into the passenger seat and slams the door. Kyles head rests on the window of the door as Eric gets in the other side of the car. He turns the key which starts the ignition, and the two begin the drive toward Eric's house. The whole ride is about twenty minutes from downtown Toronto, which gives great access for the clubs. Eventually, Eric pulls the car into the driveway, and turns off the ignition.
Eric gets out of the vehicle to find a policeman outside of his house, with his gun drawn. He orders Eric to place his hands on the hood of the vehicle and orders Kyle to get out and do the same. Eric tries to tell the officer that Kyle is impaired, and that he is going to be staying the night, but he will hear none of it. He writes Kyle a $200 ticket for blowing over the legal limit of alcohol comsumption three times over. He lets Eric go with a warning, but Eric thinks that something fishy going on. He thinks nothing of it as he directs Kyle into the house to sleep out his impaired state.
The next morning, Eric sneaks into Kyle's room at 9 a.m. and takes the ticket off of his nightstand, and back into his own room. He goes downstairs and makes himself something to eat, and grabs a piece of paper. He also grabs a pencil, and starts to jot down a note. He completes the note, and sticks it onto the door, where someone is bound to find it. A car horn is heard being honked outside, and it is revealed to be a taxi. Eric grabs his suitcase, and heads out the door, and into the taxi. It peels out of the driveway, just moments before Kyle wakes up. He grabs the note off the door, and reads it aloud to himself.***
Kyle - Dear Kyle, I know you're probably reading this, and you probably don't remember anything about last night, which essentially is a good thing. I have departed to the airport, and then onto St. Louis, Missouri, for my second round battle with "The Zone" Zone Capone. An uphill battle it is going to be, but I'm going to be fighting my ass off, because I need my status here in the RWA to change. I need to be respected by everyone here, it's a must. I've been up and down that lonely road of faith, paid my dues, and now it's time for me to whoop some ass on these young little ass kissers.
Once my music hits next Sunday, and as I step through those ropes, I'll be staring at Zone Capone, he'll be staring back, and it'll all go from there. One hell of a brutal match it will be, and for my sake, let's hope that I can pull off another victory, and be one step closer to the RWA World Title.
Now, you are free to use my house as you wish, my car included. I'll be home in roughly one weeks time. Farewell my friend, and don't do anything stupid.
***Kyle puts the letter down, and opens up the cupboards for something to eat, not even remembering who brought him to this palace, nor who wrote the letter for him. He opens a carton of milk as the scene fades to black.***
FTB