Trevor Hawk walked out of a grocery store, holding a bag of assorted goods inside. He made his way down the street when he noticed someone else coming out of the very same grocery store. Mark Flynn. Trevor was new around the fed, but he did know that he was coming upon a champion. The X-Treme Champion. And he knew it was defended 24/7 with everyone and their mother trying to pin him for it. And... since Trevor was technically apart of everyone, he might as well give it a go.

So he hid behind the low brick wall that had the grocery store sign and logo on it, waiting for Mark to come past. He could come at him with a punch or a kick or maybe a move of some sort, but he's probably gotten used to random people hitting him and trying to pin him. It's gotta suck after a while. Actually... does Trevor really want to do this? It would be a burden.

Well, even if he lost it tomorrow, he could at least say he was a one time champion. And now he's being too optimistic because in all likelihood, Mark is going to kick out of whatever he's going to do.

And what he's actually going to do might be a little stupid to some people. But to a few, it's brilliant.

So he grabbed the bottle of milk that he had in his bag, uncapping it and waiting for him to come by. And as he noticed the first foot come by, he sprung up out of his cover and threw the milk all over the person.

"Hyah!" He yelled in triumph.

But... then he realized it was like a fifty year old woman who probably had no idea who he was. Eeesh.

He turned to see Mark walking a few feet away from him, so he just decided to throw the empty bottle at him, which struck him on the head. And while he was dazed and probably confused, Trevor flew in from behind with a strong overhand punch, knocking him to the floor, rolling him over, and getting the pin that he counted himself.

"ONE..."

"TWO..."

"KICKOUT BRAND ENERGY DRINK! Taste the food coloring!"

"CUT!"

The pin segment was like 2 minutes long so the ad could only be 7 seconds. Either way, Flynn makes that money.