TK slowly kicks out with the beer can still in his hand, he gets to his feet and places the cold beer on his head.

That's fucked, JB. How you going to offer a man a beer and then crack him in the skull with a chair?

TK cracks open the beer.

Now, fuck off! Oh, yeah, Thanks for the beer.

As JB walks away a familiar voice can be heard behind TK.

Teeeeeeee-Kaaaaay...

Goddamn it...

How about-

NO!

You didnt even let me say-

And I'm not going to!

Why not?

I've told you literally a million times! I'm not naming the Xtreme Championship!

...I know... Buuuuut-

But, nothing, Charlie!

I think I got the name though...

TK shakes his head as he turns to talk away.

Lindsay!

TK keeps walking ignoring Charlie. Charlie gets louder as TK gets farther away.

What? It's wholesome! It's not a strippers name! I thought you'd like it!

With TK gone Charlie is still talking.

I'll get one he likes eventually.

Charlie looks down at his phone and has an epiphany.

TEE-KAY, WAIT UP, I GOT IT!

Charlie takes off in full sprint to catch up with TK.