K-Money is seen sitting at a table in the outside dining area of a Mexican bistro that he likes to frequent. On the plate in front of him appears to be a couple of pernos with extra cheese and green sauce, a taco, and a tamale. Sitting beside the plate is of course a whole bottle of tequila, Gran Patron Alfiler to be exact. Yeah, he must be slumming it today. As he sits there and enjoys his meal and his tequila he notices this scrawny looking cracka walking down the sidewalk near the bistro's dining area. Now scrawny looking crackas are a dime a dozen but this particular scrawny looking cracka looks familiar. A customer from back when K-Money was pumping more drugs into streets of Detroit than semen that is currently being pumped into Lindsey Lohan? No, that's not it, even though the guy does look like a junkie. That's when it hits him, he's that fucker that won that piece of shit XWF title, the 24/7 that gets shit all over like the X-treme Title used to. His name is like Tyrone Falcon or some shit. Nah, Trevor Hawk, yeah, that's it. K-Money sits there for a moment watching hawk like a.... well.... hawk. K-Money is about to let Hawk walk away when he finally comes to the realization that he has never won the shit title that Trevor Hawk has and he's a whore for gold so..... K-Money calls out to Trevor figuring that he's been gone for so long that the little bastard probably won't have any idea who he is.


K-Money: TREVOR! Yo, TREVOR! Can I get an autograph homie?


Trevor walks over to K-Money who stands up near his table extending his hand for a handshake. As soon as Trevor's hand touches K-Money's, K-Money yanks him right into an AMITYVILLE HORROR AND HAWKS HEAD BOUNCES OFF THE TABLE BEFORE SLAMMING INTO THE GROUND!





Is the basic reaction of everybody else eating nearby. K-Money now rolls up Hawk and a ref pops out of a nearby trashcan because apparently the XWF doesn't pay those guys shit.