The scene opens, but a few minutes after Abram told Zarek the news of Hangover. Zarek was shocked, the one person who he had rather not go up against again, he was being forced too. Not only that, but there were other people invovled, probably breathing down their necks, so it's not like Zarek could throw the match. "So...So, how is everyone else taking this?"

Abram smiled a bit, no longer putting peroxide on Zarek's wounds, "I really don't know Zarek, but I would imagine that DC doesn't care, Kimberly Pain doesn't care, and I don't know about Jade, cause I really have no idea what's going on between you guys. What's the big secret anyway?"

Zarek smiled at Abram, knowing exactly what he was doing. Abram was nosey, and in truth, he did have a right to be considering he was Zarek's manager. But he was attempting to pry for imformation he knew Zarek wouldn't give willingly. "Well Abram, I realize the whole world is dying to know, but I'm going to go with the classics and say 'if I told you, it would'nt be a secret'"

Abram sneered a bit, but in a playful tone, "Haha, very funny."

"I'll tell you what, I'll tell you, if you tell me what the hell is going on between you and Kimberly..."  Zarek smiled and looked at Abram, waiting for a reply, knowing full well that he wouldn't give it to him.

Abram noted Zarek's wits, but wasn't going to give, "That's a good one, but I'm all for secret personal lifes..."

Zarek laughed, "Ahhh, now you are..."

Zarek went in the bathroom, and just sort of looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn't sure what to do. It wasn't that big of a deal, just a quick tag team match. But he couldn't help but feel trapped. Zarek did have some feelings for Jade, wether it be just friends or something more, feelings nonetheless. Why do you think when it was Emerald, Jade, and himself left, he stepped aside and let them fight it out. Zarek went through thr whole match without having to touch Jade. This time, this time was different. The two would have to go up against each other, one-on-one, and it's almost certain their partners won't show any sympathy for that.

Zarek shouted to Abram from the bathroom, "So who is Dark Child, anyway? I mean, I know he's a legend, and has been around for about a million years, but what did he do to make him a legend?"

Abram took out his little notepad, the device he used to write everything down about Zarek's opponents, "Well, according to the BUD Hall of Fame, he was apart of the 2004 Stable of the Year..."

Zarek turned on the faucet and let the water run so it appeared he was doing something, "Okay, so he relied on other people rather than going at it by himself. That tells me nothing. Next one."

Abram took out a pen and struck out accomplishments as Zarek verbally discarded them, "Okay, so the next one is the Lightweight Championship, which I believe was changed to the Franchise Championship. Not entirely positive on that one."

"Well, I'm the number two contender for the Franchise Championship. The number one contender also being the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship, so I suppose we can discard that one as well." Zarek lifted the lever and let the sink fill up with water.

Zarek had become the second contender for the Franchise Championship by defeating Evan Pierce, yet again. Pierce, probably the very man who hates Zarek the most at the moment. Evan's return was overrated, and Zarek set out to prove that, not once, not twice, but three times. First in the triple threat, where even though the third competitor was Evan's own tag team partner, Zarek managed to pick up the victory. The second and third was last week where Zarek defeated Evan in a Parking Lot Brawl, and then outlasted him in the BUDvision free-for-all.

Abram crossed off the Lightweight Championship and continued, "The next two are the Malicious and the Extreme Championships, which to my knowledge, have been retired."

"Considering they were retired, I don't see them holding any prestigious now. I mean, props to DC for capturing them, but in this day and age, they hold no value." Zarek looked at his reflection through the water. A broken man, no, a confused man, yes.

"Alright, the next one is...well, well, well, it appears DC is a former BUDvision Champion..."

Zarek looked up from the water and out of the bathroom door. From there, he could see a chair that had been placed in the corner by Abram after the match. On the chair, hung the BUDvison Championship. He hadn't touched it ever since he had hightailed it out of the ring following Leaky's attack. The BUDvision Championship had brought him recognition, fame, and most of all, Jade, but now it seemed like she was being taken away. It was one of those tragic stories where both members were supposed to hate each other, but couldn't do so.

Zarek snapped out of it and took his gaze off of the BUDvision Championship, looking back at the water. "Well, we can obviously cross that one out, considering I am the current BUDvision Chammpion. Although, I highly doubt DC went up against ten other superstars in order to capture it, but we can pretend we're on the same level, all the same."

Abram made a wierd face at mention of the next one, "Hmm...he's also a former THC Champion."

"Well, yeah, so am I. Although I doubt he won both the THC and the BUDvision it less than a month of being a contracted BUD superstar, but again, we can pretend we're on the same level."

Abram mentally read the next one and laughed out loud. "Oh you're going to love this one Zarek. Dark Child is a former Heavyweight Champion, I wonder who he defeated to get that thing."

This fact made Zarek smile a bit as well, "Indeed, who was the holder before him? Who knows. Well I must congratulate him, atleast he did something with his career. Even though, holding the Heavyweight Championship means nothing if you beat a nobody to capture it. I mean, look at Leaky Format. He flukes it against Dante, wins the Heavyweight Championship, and then loses it the next week. Hmm...I can give him the benefit of the doubt though. He's a legend for some reason, I suppose."

Zarek could hear Abram flipping the page of his notebook, "So I suppose we should study upon your other opponent, Jade..."

Zarek slightly came out of the bathroom, saying nothing. Zarek had forgotten that he never told Abram about the conversation between the two. Zarek knew everything he needed to know about Jade, strategy wise. Besides, he had seen her in the ring, up close and personal. Talking of Jade only made the inconvient truth more real. Abram waited for a reply from Zarek.

Zarek walked back into the bathroom, "No need..."

"What do you mean no need?"

Zarek turned the water off, feeling that the sink was filled enough. At that moment, Zarek dunked his head into the water, unable to hear whatever it was that Abram asked him. Abram sat there, unaware of this, and waited for Zarek's answer. When it didn't come right away, he asked again.

"Zarek?" No answer. "Zarek, frickin' answer me" No answer. Abram then gets up off of the chair and walks into the bathroom to find Zarek's head in the water. His intinial reaction was that Zarek was attempting to drown himself or something. Abram pulls Zarek's head up. "What the hell were you doing? Were you trying to kill yourself? Don't go all Romeo and Juliet on me now."

 Abram was frantic, and Zarek just laughed, "Jeez Abram, calm down, I wasn't trying to kill myself. I was just trying to clear my head." Zarek laughed again. "But it's nice to know you would try to stop my suicide attempt."

Still a little scared, but letting out a fake laugh, "Yeah, sure, anytime..."

Zarek grabbed a towel and dried his face real quick, "Listen, I have some stuff to do, I'll be back soon though. Call if you need me"

Zarek was out of the locker room, the door shut behind him, before Abram could even respond. Abram had a bad feeling of what was going on with Zarek, but he trusted him enough to let him take care of whatever it is he had to do. The scene then switches to Zarek who is in the hallway. He had grabbed his jacket as he walked out of the door, so he was now putting it on. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a note. In walking past a locker room, he shoved the letter under a locker room and kept on walking out of camera view.