*Hit the road they did, Dusty J and Gregory Dixson rolled into Fort William Gardens in Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada, and the California Kid scored his first win in Elite Fantasy Wrestling. After the typical post match celebration, Dusty and Greg packed up their belongings and headed off to Toronto for the very first edition of EFW Rage, where Dusty will be squaring off against Rufus "The Righteous" and Insane Killer. The scene opens with Greg driving and Dusty chilling in the passenger's side, blasting Not at Fault records as they drive through America's neighbor to the north.*

You know Dust, you may think of that last match as just another win, but let me tell you something man, it was more than that, it proves that you're defintiely the top star here, the franchise, the X factor, the creme de la creme, the....

Damn Greg, calm your ass down, it's not like i'm paying you, we're bros, act like it.

Sorry man, it's just everyone in this country has heard of EFW, and I hear tape trading websites can't get enough copies of the show, and it's because of your main event man.

Internet wrestling tape traders, I thought that was illegal? Ahh well, I guess if you can routinely make habits of stealing music, tape trading isn't all that bad, but it just seems to me as a little geeky, trading wrestling videos over the internet with strangers. Hell, it's almost as bad as that e wrestling crap all these kids do, too much time with their fantasy title shots and whatnot and not school.

*Greg bursts into laughter and nearly loses control of the car. He swerves back onto the correct side of the road after almost colliding with an elderly woman driving a Mercedes.*

And you were such the ideal student in school? Now I can say it to you, act like a bro.

Ha, well you know, I guess I can't blame 'em too much, they are my fans, I guess I can cut 'em some slack.

What about the ones that hate you?

Geeks.

Ha! You contradicting bastard, you know, you've always....

*Suddenly Greg looks at Dusty, taking his eyes off the road, and they swerve to the other side again, where a minivan hits the left headlight, sending the guys into a spin. Since it's a pretty desserted road, nobody else gets hurt, but damn, it's Dusty's custom car that X hooked him up with. The guys keep spinning until the passengers side smashes into a tree, and to add to the bad luck, the back tires flatten. Greg gets out the front door, and Dusty follows him out the same direction, they both look at the wrecked car and then exchange glances.*

Fantastic Greg! Now what the hell are we going to do? We're stuck in the middle of nowhere in CANADA with two flat tires!

Well how far is the nearest town from here?

Well, judging by the map that WE DON'T HAVE, i'd say A LONG DAMN WAYS FROM HERE! I'VE GOT A MATCH AGAINST RUFUS AND INSANE KILLER TOMORROW, IF I DON'T SHOW, I DROP IN THE ELITE RANKINGS!

I know I know, let me think for a second, we can come up with something, we're two well educated human beings who are completely capable of finding their way out of a compromising situation....

HELP US! SOMEBODY! WE'RE LOST!

*Greg slaps Dusty, who is yelling for anyone like a whiny bitch, square in the face. He then begins to shake him violently, trying to restore his buddy's sense.*

Calm down man, CHILL!

Yeah man, i'm good, i'm good. Back to normal.

Wait, i've got it, call a taxi, you've got your cell on you don't you?

Dude my cell hasn't worked in forever, battery died.

For cripes sake.... hmmm, well then we'll just have to wait for someone to come through here and hope they pick us up.

*Dusty nods. They stand there on the shoulder of the road, hoping that somebody will soon pass by. In the meantime, they get to talking to try and pass the time.*

So, you're the scouting expert, what do you know about my opponents for Rage?

Well Insane Killer they say is the absolute best raw talent in EFW, and Rufus is this preacher guy, and it doesn't even seem like he knows anything about wrestling, it's kind of weird actually, he's here to like send some sort of message, you know the kind i'm talking about right?

Best raw talent in the EFW? Insane Killer? A guy named Insane Killer is the best talent in the eyes of the EFW front office? DAMN IT, i'm getting overlooked again man.

Keep winning and you won't get overlooked.

Be that as it may, Insane Killer may be good, i've seen a small bit of tape on him, but come on, he's not as good as me is he?

Guess we'll see.

Man, you're on his side too? Geez. Be that as it may, i'm the best raw talent in this company, not him. I'm not only pretty good on the physical side of things, but i'm the smartest man, and hell, why shouldn't I be? You feed me tape after tape after tape of future opponents seemingly 24/7. I've seen him in action, I know his moves. Brawler, likes to go for the head, and then just when you think your concussion is bad enough, BOOM, morphine drop, 1-2-3. Not going to happen, i'm faster, smarter, and more athletic, i'm the smallest guy in the match Greg, you know this, but there's nobody that can match my heart, my intensity, and my will to compete on a consistent week in week out basis, not even Insane Killer. He's a sick competitor and i'll give him mad props for what he has done and what he will do, but nobody is going to the top through me, becuase i'm going to make lik a rocket and blast off, leaving him in the dust.

*Just as Dusty finished talking, a white van pulls up beside them. "Where you guys headed?" asks the driver. He appears to be about 36 years old, kinda balding, glasses, teeth not that straight, geek-ish, your typical 30 something Canadian man. Greg responds with "Toronto." The driver nods and agrees to take them to Toronto. They hop in, Dusty in the passenger seat and Greg in the back. They begin driving in silence for about the first 10 minutes, then Dusty decides to say something.*

So, what's your name dude?

My name's Don, Don Jackson. I like turkey!

Huh? Err, nice to meet you Don, i'm Dusty J, this here is my friend Greg Dixson.

I once had a turkey that I named Dixson, what a fine piece of poultry he was...

I'm sorry what?

Oh, nothing at all, just reminiscing about lost lovers...

No you weren't, you were just talking about a turkey....

Yeah... he was the best lover i've ever had....

*Greg and Dusty exchange nervous glances. Don drives into a gas station and fills 'er up, then goes in to pay and use the bathroom. Dusty and Greg wait in the car, scared as hell.*

This guy is bloody crazy.

You're telling me. What the hell are we going to do?

Well... there is one thing we can do to get our ride to Toronto AND to avoid the creepy turkey molester...

*Just like that, Greg takes control of the wheel and drives off as Don is in the bathroom, masturbating to pictures of dead turkeys, and ironically enough, pictures of a certain someone who masturbates thinking about another certain someone and his girlfriend's sexual stories, that's all i'm going to say. Greg and Dusty see the sign that reads "Toronto, 10 exits." They high five one another and speed up.*

You know man, this Rufus guy does seem peculiar, but I think I know why. You said he was like this priest guy right? Well don't a lot of them do dirty little things with like....kids? I don't want to get in the ring with a guy like that, that's....weird.

Make all the jokes you want, he's one helluva competitior in the ring, don't take the guy lightly, he acts like he doesn't know what's going on, but he does, oh he does.

Oh, pretty clever strategy, too bad we know about it huh? Well i'm going to say that there's no chance i'm going to get beaten by some sort of wrestling priest pastor kind of guy.

Well that's the right attitude to have certainly, now just back it up and we've got something.

I can back it up, rest assured. The first ever Rage, the spotlight - all on me, D-U-S-T, Y? Because that's the way uh huh uh huh I like it. I live for this Greg, you know this about me better than anybody, i've competed in multiple matches a night and won them all, triple threat? No problem, and Mr Dixson my comrad, that's not bragging, because i'll back it up.

*Suddenly, a cliff appears in the distance. The guys both look at each other, tears welling up in their eyes.*

We're gonna make it to Mexico man, just us gals on the run!

I love you man!

I love you too!

*They hold each other's hand as the van flies off the cliff in slow motion, with Check Your Head playing loudly in the background instead of that slow cinema crap.*

Dust, wake up man, we're in Toronto.

*Dusty opens his eyes, seeing Greg's face, he's alright, how the? He sits up in his seat and notices, they're in his car!*

It was all a dream....

What in the blue hell are you talking about J Dust?

*Dusty shakes the cobwebs out his head and decides to lie before having to tell the weird ass dream to Greg.*

Oh nothing man, nothing at all...