No... No... I am not going through that again... Flying aint my style if i can drive.. I need some time to think anyway.. This will do me good... Driving from Miami to New Orleans in 24 hours... Its not a problem..

Bro... Do you really think that you can make that, you know how it goes... every town you stop in yer always lookin for women..

Yeah Pest... Just get on the plane with us... They are takin loves bike, i am SURE that they could fit yours...

Pesti continues packing and grabs his leather jacket... Fitting his mask back on he turns to Spawn and Sin...

Sorry guys, Sin... I know you are worried, you too Bro.. But i gotta be me... and i PROMISE i wont stop off at any bars... Hehe... Ok.. well.. maybe one.. I heard that down in Biloxi they got this one place...

Hahha. Yeah yeah... Ok.. Just dont have any wrecks...

WHat... Me? Hehehe... That hasnt happened in a LONG time...

Sin turns and heads back to their room and grabs some more lingerie and stuffs it into her bag... Pesti slips his jacket and grabs his helmet off the fridge...

Look... I gotta go if im gonna beat you there right? Hhe.. Laterz man... See ya in N'awlins...

Pesti heads out the door, slipping his shades on and walks out of the building... He straps his bag on the back of the bike and hops on, starting it up, and peeling out of the parking lot... As he exits Louie, the drunken parking attendant stumbles out of his room and gives Pesti the finger for waking him up...

Damn Tourists...

The scene fades, showing Pesti headed up the highway...

Sinthia slowly stands up and walks over... She thumps his shoulder, making Pesti emit a yelp... She steps back...

Ok... Explain.. Spawn is in the ring, your match is next.. you ALMOST didnt make it smart boy... Is your bike in one peice?

Yeah.. Bikes fine.. My shoulder is... Well... It needs to be re-set... Damn hillbilly {censored}holes... They breed them big down in Mississippi dont they?

Just wait.. Spawn will be back from killing his opponent in a second...

Wait.. Why arent you at ringside?!?

Before the match even got off the damned ground...

She slams her fist into her hand and punches Pesti in his sore shoulder...

The GOD DAMN Ref sent me back here... said i was INTERFERING!! That {censored}{censored}{censored}{censored} referee... Ohh... Sorry...

We now see Pestilence lying on the floor, eyes closed, mouth slack... Sinthia just shrugs, and goes back to the couch... Moments later Spawn enters the room, almost tripping over Pesti... He steps back then steps over him...

What happened to him... Sin...

Well... He came in ... just a minute ago.. and I... Kinda... Hit him.. in the shoulder... now he is where you see him...

Oooohh... Ok... Umm... Bro... Wake up... Bro...

Spawn taps Pesti on the shoulder with his foot... He, Pestilence, jerks straight up and gets to his feet... He moans for a second and walks calmly over to the door... Facing the door he stops...

Bro.. Would you do the honors... Slam me into the door.. Shoulder first... and quickly..

Spawn realizes whats up and walks over.. He slams Pesti into the door twice in quick succesion and a muffled pop is heard.... SInthia cringes as Pestilence crumples to his knees... Spawn goes to the fridge and grabs a beer... Pesti slowly gets up and stumbles over to the well stocked mini fridge, grabbing a small bottle of Jack Daniels... He opens it and downs it in one gulp...

Thanks...

YOu just had to stop somewhere didnt ya... Did you kill anyone? Heh... But really... YOu got a match with Vice.. like.. Right now... Soon.. So get movin Bro... Times a wastin.. You can give us full details when ya get back...

Pesti slowly walks into the bathroom and drags his bag in with him... A minute later he walks out, mask in hand, dressed for the match... Without saying a word he walks into the hallway headed for the back alley of the arena...