Evertrust kicks out so furiously that Wrestler 83, 84, 85, and 86 all feel it; and they haven't even been born yet.

Wrestler 82 smashes up through the ceiling and keeps shooting up, up and away until he enters the black sun. Evertrust walks over to the bar tender and places his order.

" Una cerveza bien fria, por favor. "

The bar tender grabs a cold beer and pours it into a frosted mug he pulled from a freezer. He slides it into Evertrust's waiting palm who, upon inspecting the content of the mug, sees something very peculiar. Is that a fly in his beer? No, wait, it's wearing clothing. It's… a shrunken Wrestler 82! He's floating around in Evertrust's beer, screaming in a high pitched voice for help. Evertrust looks at the bar tender and smirks.

" Mi favorito. "

A smiling Evertrust pays for his drink and gives a generous tip of $82 on top of that. He gleefully tips the mug back and gulps down the entire contents, including the ice and the miniature Wrestler 82. He slams the mug down and lets out a refreshed sounding breath of air before walking away and going about his business.

*belch*