Solomon, still recovering from his birthday festivities, looks down at the Xtreme Championship he managed to finagle off of Dickie Watson. Who know what was going through his mind.



The XWF Marching Band passes by Solomon, who seems none too pleased to have them blaring mere feet from him. Walking alongside the band, marvelling at its very existence, is Bobby Bourbon. Bobby looks at Solomon, cocking an eyebrow.

"Damn, Dickie, you look a lot rougher in person. Good luck with that title. I still can't believe we have a marching band!"

Obviously confusing Solomon Kline for Dickie Watson, Bobby plods along with the band, studying its habits, never once stopping to engage for the Xtreme Championship.

Even though Bobby didn't bother to pin the new X-Treme champion and merely wanted to show off his marching band to a man he clearly confused for the former champion, Solomon, now sobering, decides to kickout a quick retort.

"Yeah, Thunder Knuckles, it sure is crazy that we have a whole marching band ready for moments like this. Are you about to propose to me, or are you waiting until you can save up for the Mariachi band? Either way, I'm flattered. Toodles, TK!"

Solomon slings his newly won X-Treme title over his shoulder and walks off, wondering whether he will be forced to defend it tomorrow in his yet-to-be-determined match stipulation match against Tommy Wish.