The scene opens outside the Globe Pub Chicago.


As we move inside the pub is quiet only a couple of guys sat watching one of the many TV's. Chris Macbeth is sat at the bar he has a Corona in front of him and his mobile phone held to his ear.

I'm against who?

Big Bad Leroy?

No. I've Never heard of him.

Ok send me his profile.

Macbeth puts his phone on the bar and takes a sip of his Corona. His phone vibrates on the bar and he picks it up and opens his e-mails.

The profile for his next opponent appears on the screen. Macbeth smiles as he reads through all the information at hand. As he scrolls down the page the smile fades slightly as Big Bad Leroy's picture appears on the screen.

F#ck me. It said that he like to pump weights but that is ridiculers.

Macbeth shrugs his shoulders and puts the phone back onto the bar and orders another beer.

Still feeling the pain from Sunday Nights PPV match he struggles to adjust his posture on the bar stool.

The barman places his beer in front of him and he immediately picks it up and has a swig. The pain of every movement is excruciating. It was one hell of a show and no matter what anyone else thinks Macbeth knows he did himself proud and did himself justice. All this pain is worth it after the great event he was able to be part of. The plane journey home was eventful. Flying first class couldn't even make the 10 hr flight comfortable.

Each sip of beer his body aches but it will be worth it in the end, The only way to ease the pain for Chris Macbeth is to drink through the pain one sip at a time. Maybe it's time for something a little stronger though. Macbeth signals for the barman and orders himself a couple of shots of tequila and quickly necks them back and slamming the glasses back down onto the bar.

Ted and Adam walk into the bar and sit up next the Macbeth ordering themselves a drink. Ted dressed in his usual suit.

CM: What's up guys.

Adam: How you doing man, sore?

Adam and Ted laugh a bit as Macbeth holds back any laughter himself as the pain the laughter may cause just isn't fucking worth it.

CM:You two are dicks.

They laugh again and Macbeth forces a smile out.

Ted: That was one hell of a show the other night man, I can't wait to finally get my chance in wrestling.

CM: Man you still on that? I've told you it's not for you man stick to managing the band mate. You saw what it was like Sunday.

Ted: Yeah and I would have done a damn sight better than you did.

CM: Yeah whatever man, just don't say I didn't warn you and don't get yourself killed.

Ted looking a bit disgruntled with a sulky look on his face takes a sip of his drink as Macbeth turns to Adam.

CM: What's up then bro, how's the family.

Adam: Family are good man.

Ted gets up from his stool and walks outside the bar taking a call on his cell.

Adam: Chris, bud, I'd stop being so harsh on Ted about the wrestling thing if I were you. He and I are pretty much the only ones on your side when it comes to the band. Now he is hand manager he has a lot of pull with the guys. I'm just saying you don't want him starting to lean towards there point of view, wether he believed it or not.

CM: I get your point, I'm just trying to look out for him. He just never seemed like the guy who has it in him to be successful in this business or even to keep himself alive.

Macbeth orders another round of drink as Ted returns to the bar. The conversation changes to the band.

Ted: The guys are upset you missed practice last week.

CM: How was I supposed to make it I was flying over to the UK for Gauntlet City.

Ted: We know but there a bit pissed off that your hearts not in it.

Macbeth: who said my hearts not in it? My heart is in it but I have to have other priorities in my life.

Adam: We know that Chris but the other guys just want to know for sure.

The conversation continues for sometime and the drinks continue to flow.

Adam leaves the bar and heads back to his family leaving Macbeth and Ted to still thrash out the issues there is with the band and also a bergs reluctance to introduce Ted to the appropriate people to get him in wrestling .

Eventually Ted gets up and leaves the bar leaving Macbeth to sit alone with nothing but 2 shots of Jäger and the memory of Gauntlet City running through his head like a runaway train.

A couple of hours later.

Macbeth is still sat at the bar and the plan seems to have worked as he is now blissfully unaware of the pain or agony he was feeling just a few hours earlier. He is no longer sat alone. About 20 minutes ago a local drunk had walked into the bar and sat down on the stool next to him.

And this guy absolutely stunk but Macbeth couldn't put his finger on what the oder was. It wasn't the normal stench of someone with hygiene problems and it wasn't the smell of to much alcohol. What was it?

Macbeth trying to enjoy his drinks was racking his brains but just couldn't work out what this stench was.

Eventually Macbeth decides to ask the question.

Macbeth: I'm sorry man but you stink.

The drunk stinking guy looks up from his drink and shrugs his shoulders

Macbeth: What is that smell, how can you live like that?

???: That my fellow drunk friend is The sweet smell of success.

Macbeth almost fell of his stool when he heard this and for one of the first times in his life he didn't really know what to say.

Macbeth: Well I'm sorry but success stinks like... Like... What is that smell man.

The drunk guy turns on his stool to face Macbeth and begins to tell the story of the bet he had with his friends which in turn earned him loads of money but left him stinking like...

Well...

Long story short...

In Macbeth's own drunken state of half listening half not trying to throw up his gut's the story consisted of a...

A Dog!

5 pounds of peanut butter!

A paint brush.

And a bucket.

There rest of the story was to graphic to repeat here and physically caused Macbeth to throw up in his mouth a little bit. Before leaving the Stinking but richer than he was this morning man passed out asleep at the bar.


Walking out of the bar sometime later Macbeth heads back to his apartment to give someone at the XWF a call to find out what the deal is putting him in a match with this Big Bad Doofus.