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.