* Enigma and Jorden are backstage hanging back in there locker rooms, setting up for breakdown this Friday. Enigma is slumped in a chair wearing his spandex trousers and a dirty white t shirt..They heard the matchs being annouced, Enigma assumed he didnt have a match as four of the matchs were annoucend, then came the 5th. Never in his wildist dreams would he be involved in a main event, even on breakdown, but he was. It was The Unusal suspects Vs The Suicide Blondes tag team titles on the line. Ever since the annoucement was made, Enigma has been on edge and neither Enigma nor Jorden have said a word, they just sat in silent awe. Finally Enigma breaks the silence.*

Enigma: heh.

*Enigma stares into space, he has a sickining smile on his face*

Jorden Reus: What the hell are you smileing about? Your defending your tag titles with Dino agasint two of the biggest names in the buisness on Friday!

Enigma: So? I finally get into a high profile match, Dino finally proves he should be the next North American champion. Even if I thought we were gonna lose, you got to play the cards your delt. And besides, Bob says were gonna win, so were gonna win.

Jorden Reus: Bob?

Enigma: Yeah, Bob's always right man.

Jorden Reus: Bob...Bob...Bob! Your invisable friend!?

Enigma: Thats the one.

Jorden Reus: Sweet Jesus...

Enigma: Come on, were going to the 7/11.

Jorden Reus: Why?

*Enigma pause's on his way out of the door and turns round to face his manager and flashs him a grin*

Enigma: 'Cause Bob wants to. Now go get in the flatbed, im getting changed before we go.

*Enigma continues out the door and grabs a un-opened box and brings in back into the room as Jorden leaves. He sits down and cuts open the box with his pen knife and lifts out a shirt and holds it in front of his face. He begins to grin like a chesire cat. On dope. The scene cuts to Enigma and Jorden pulling up outside a 7/11. The same one he tried to rob with a banana.*

Enigma: Ok, I want you to drop the tail gate, ill be back in say, 10 minutes. Anything you want?

Jorden Reus: A bottle of southern comfort, I have a feeling that im gonna need it.

*With that Enigma hops out of the truck. "Forgot about Bob?" is written across the top of his shirt, also he is wearing a pair of jeans, but oddly enough he still has his mask on. He streachs a little and wonders into the 7/11. Everywhere there are pictures of him in his mask with "wanted for attempted robbery" below them. Luckily, he took the time to draw a fake mustache on his mask so not to be noticed. Finally after pussyfooting around the building for a while he finally goes in and heads stright for the cracker jacks. He roots around for a little tossing packets around but the cleark doesnt dare interupt. Would you stop a masked man rooting through your cracker jacks?*

Enigma: Hmm...Racist bastards.

Cleark: Do you have a problem sir?

Enigma: *Mutter* Problem? Ill show you a problem.

*Enigma looks up from his 'buisness' and walks over to the counter, and stares the cleark in the eye. The cleark is a young asian girl, and from what she has seen so far, it appears as if this is going to be a long shift.*

Enigma: Do you sell black jacks.

Cleark: Black jacks? Never heard of them.

Enigma: So your one of them racist shops. You sell cracker jacks, but not black jacks. But no matter, ill make a stand agaisnt this too!

Cleark: W-what are you gonna do? Please, no!

* Enigma pulls a piece of rope out of his pocket, and lashs her hands together and ties her to the cash register.*

Cleark: Waaaaaaaa!!

Enigma: Hey! HEY! Shut up now! I wont hurt you. Unlike that guy hid behind the cheeto's stand with the bottle of coke.

*The man gets a look of horror on his face as he's finds out Enigma has known he was there all along. So, in a act of desperation, and the hope of becomeing a hero, the guy charges at Enigma*

Guy: IM TAKEING YOU OUT MAN!

*The guy swings the bottle and it connects with a almighty thump sending The Enigma to the floor*

Guy: I did it! I DID IT!!! Yo, lemme help ya babe...

Cleark: Hey look-

Guy: Hey hey, I know, im a hero and you want to know how to thank me.

Cleark: Its not that-

Guy: You think im a god? Well, I think so too.

Cleark: Look behind you dumbass!

*The guy turns round, and to his horror, Enigma is back on his feet, dusting of his t-shirt*

Guy: H-how did you get up so quick.

Enigma: You hit me round the head with half a bottle of coke. The only person that would phase is good old CM. Now give me the bottle, and slip on these handcuffs.

*Enigma cuff's the guy and trips him up sending him to the floor. After warning both of them to sit tight, he nips out to the van and pulls out the tow cable.*

Jorden: Got my southern comfert?

Enigma: Not yet.

*Enigma returns to the shop and hooks up the Cracker jack's stand, as he is still convinced there racist, and he approachs the two 'hostages' again.*

Enigma: Hey lady, do you know who I am?

Cleark: Uhhh, the guy who robbed us last time?

Enigma: Ohhh sorry, too bad. How 'bout you hero?

Guy: Your from the Iwa. Enigma isnt it?

Enigma: Ding ding ding! We have a winner! Your comeing with me, I got a special job for you buddy boy.

*Enigma breaks out the duck tape and wraps it around the guy's face and feet. He decides to cut the telephone wire with his pen knife, just incase someone wanders in and gets a bright idea. He grabs a bottle of southern comfert and drags the guy out to the truck and throws him. He flips up the tail gate and hops into the cab.*

Enigma: Hey.

*Jorden looks out back at the guy and does a double take he then turns to Enigma*

Jorden Reus: Got my drink?

Enigma:Yeah.

Jorden Reus: Ill just ignore the guy out back then.

Enigma: You do that.

*Jorden screws the lid of the southern comfert,takes a swig and speeds of around the corner, draging the cracker jacks out behind him.*