[Kevin The Pyromaniac, a week away from teaming with WR4I/fWEo legend/jobber Ken War and Mr. Intensity at Leader Of The Pack, is sat in a red and gray striped folding deck chair beneath a tree in his dusty, strewn metal ridden backyard. He has come back to where his wrestling career began to reflect. He has a shiny cold beer can in his little fist and a tin of crusty old red paint. The sun is shining brightly, beads of sweat dribbling down Kevin’s face like rain drops. As the Knight Rider theme plays, Kevin answers his cell phone.]
[He nods along.]
[He nods along again.]
Kevin: I’ll be there, I just gotta do some training of my own first. Bye.
[He puts the floor down on the floor and chugs down the last of his Budweiser. He stands up out of the folding chair and walks across over to a large wooden toy chest. He opens the lid with a creak and dozens of cardboard cutouts, mannequins, action figures, teddy bears and voodoo dolls are revealed. The scene fades out with some melancholy, Sarah Mclachlan type music as he melts action figures with magnifying glass, puts cardboard cutouts through a shredder and swings mannequins like baseball bats. Even if he wins the tournament next week, the best he can do with the money is buy himself a nicer cell in hell.]