Christian Andrews is walking through the hall, trying to avoid a lot of the smelly old people that keep calling his name.

How the hell do they even know me? I haven't debuted yet....

He looks around trying to find someone, and just his luck, he signals over to someone carrying a ladder.

Hey! You!

He exclaims, yelling toward the person carrying the ladder. Some Irish drunk dude however was running right behind the guy, and the voice of Christian Andrews must have scared the person holding the ladder as he jumps at the sound. He turns quickly, not seeing the irish dude behind him, and nails him with the ladder!

"Oh my God! Muddy! I'm so sorry I didn't even see you!"

Christian looks concerned, walking over to the guy on the ground who the person holding the ladder proclaimed was "Muddy".

Who is this guy? And why is there a referee tailing me all of a sudden?

Christian turns to the referee who immediately drops down like he's going to count a pin. Christian, confused, looks at the referee and backs up. Unfortunately before he could say anything, the man with the ladder knocks Christian right in the head as he tried to get out of the way of the referee. Christian, stunned, tumbles backwards over Muddy on the ground and the referee begins the count!

Muddy kicks out at the last possible second.

”baww gawlll-hot dam hunnay! How much I done drank last night? I ain’t a woke up to a man on top of me since...

The man holding the ladder looks on rather concerned while waiting for Muddy to finish his recollection...

”...since ummm ever! That ain’t a never EVER happened!”

The man holding the ladder gives Muddy an incredulous look,

”take a picture faggit!”

Muddy grabs his belt, cracks a natty ice and pats Christian on his package.

"At'll do pig."

"sorry."

"Aw I dunno, dyke. I don't fuck little girls.... But I'd say it feels an awful lotta' like it does when you wiggle at tiny tip of yer's in at crippled's poop shooter.

But I ain't a know'd fer certain."